Extracurricular Activities (2019) Movie Script

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Your mother and I have

dinner reservations,

so you kids are

on your own tonight.

Fine. I'll just order

pizza or something.

So, what's this restaurant

you're taking us to

out in the middle of nowhere?

New Belgian Fusion.

- Oh.

- No, no pizza, honey.

That is just full

of fat and carbs.

You know what?

There is a quinoa broccoli

casserole in the fridge.

Of course there is.

"This hidden gem

boasts magnificent views

that are worth the drive..."

And the food?

I'm getting there.

Hey, Becky, listen

to your mother.

That's a healthier choice.

- We'll be home later tonight.

- Whatever.

You know that fat-ass just

called Dominos right now.

You're absolutely right.

"Serving a menu of

farm-to-table Belgian fare

that artfully surprises

and tickles the senses."

Jesus! She's morbidly

obese and stupid.

We're gonna be stuck

with her forever.

And don't even get me started

on Mr. Fancypants.

Do you know I caught him using

my fucking eyeliner again?

- Ugh.

"It's a culinary experience

for the ages."

- Hmm.

Can we not talk about

the kids right now?

We have the whole

evening to ourselves.

You're right.

A night free from ungrateful,

underachieving teenagers.

Ah.

We'll just pretend

they're dead.

Oh, it would be amazing.

How many stars?

Five stars,

across the board.

Will Fitzgibbon, one of

the two hikers who came across

the wrecked SUV...

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, no.

...is clearly still shaken

by the experience.

That is a body bag.

"There were body parts

everywhere," he said.

My cousin Jared is

still throwing up."

More to come as a search

for the identity

of the victims continues.

This is your on-the-scene

reporter, Sally McDuffy,

KFT, Channel Five News.

You don't need me for this.

It's a car accident.

Chief asked for you

specifically,

and she also said that

when you complain,

to tell you that

you're not too good

to do regular

police work.

Shit.

Now what do we got?

Oh, shit.

I know, what an

asshole, right?

No, I know the plate.

Call it in.

It's Dan Wallace.

His kids go to school

with my son.

It's probably his wife, too.

I'm sorry, Cliff.

It's "Detective".

You know, listen,

get the department shrink to meet me

at the station in an hour

and get an official

from Washington High

on the phone.

I gotta get grandparent

or guardian information

on those kids.

Now, Sam.

Shit.

Funeral arrangements are

being set for Tuesday.

Don't be afraid to talk to

your friends about their loss.

Sometimes all they're looking

for is someone to listen.

Yes, Reagan.

I just wanted to remind

everyone that donations

for the "Ben and Becky Wallace

Fund" are now being accepted.

You can donate

in the school office

or we've also set up a website.

What the hell do

they need money for?

Didn't their parents drive

like an $80,000 SUV?

Yeah, they're like

super-wealth...

Hey!

Would you guys shut up?

Reagan's talking.

I'm just saying

they're already rich.

What's going on there?

Reagan deserves

our undivided attention.

Thank you, Miss P.

I just want everyone to

think about Ben and Becky.

Every donation counts,

no matter how small.

Thank you all

for coming today.

I know they would have

appreciated it.

What can I say

about our parents?

They were the warmest,

most caring,

supportive people.

They loved to travel.

Whale watching in Aruba,

gallery hopping in Paris,

wine tasting in Sonoma.

Of course, usually they

would go by themselves,

but, um,

they'd always come back.

Just not this time.

Thank you so much

for coming.

Thank you.

I am so sorry

for your loss.

Thank you, Mr. Dawkins.

I didn't know

your parents well,

but I liked them.

I wanted to say thank you

for the Edible Arrangements.

It's no problem.

It's my pleasure.

Thank you so much for coming.

We really just...

Oh, um...

Okay.

- Okay.

- Okay. All right.

- It's all right.

- Okay.

All right.

All right. Okay.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

Be well.

- Pull it together.

- Okay.

Ow. Shit.

Oh, my God.

Get the...

Eat your fucking food.

Right now.

- You're pulling too hard!

- Get up, you little shit, get the fuck up.

Eat your fucking burger.

Come on!

So Briggs has

this new paralegal.

Dude, I stood behind her

in the elevator,

you have got to see the

turd-cutter on this chick.

Oh, my God it's ama...

It's okay, we're talking

about Mommy. It's okay.

So, anyway, yeah, dude, it's...

- I... dammit, Kailee!

- Oh, my gosh.

What the hell? Again...

Greg, I gotta call you back.

They have telethons for kids

that don't spill as much as you.

Oh that's it, cry.

Yeah, cry just like Mommy.

Yeah.

Great meal, honey.

- Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

Honey, how are those

Wallace kids doing?

You know, the ones

that lost their parents?

Oh, um, uh, they're

hanging in there.

Ben actually just turned

18 a couple days ago,

so I think he's

gonna petition

to become Becky's

legal guardian.

Wow.

- That's a big responsibility.

- Mm-hmm.

I mean, won't that affect

his college options?

I guess they're just seeing

how everything goes day by day.

- Hmm.

Um, if it's okay

with you guys,

I was thinking about

maybe going out tonight?

Tom Mulnick is having a party.

A party?

Will there be girls?

Yes, Mom, there will be girls.

Tom Mulnick?

I've never heard you

mention him before.

No, he's just a...

friend from school.

I tutor him sometimes.

Oh, oh, will there,

uh, be alcohol?

Probably.

But you know

my philosophy with that.

When have I ever let you down?

- Never.

- Nope.

Go! Have fun.

Yeah. Have a good time.

All right. Hm, cool.

See you guys later.

- All right.

- Okay.

A party with

drinking and girls.

It's nice to see him

acting his age.

Damn, there you go.

Mm.

Oh, shit.

Okay, here, gimme that.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

You gotta breathe

sometime, hombre.

Sweet shit.

May I have a toke?

Who are you, man?

Oh, I'm cool.

This is my party.

Okay.

Yeah, man.

Get after it.

You all right, there?

Bitchin' weed.

Yeah, yeah it is.

Catch you later, dudes.

Mm, yes.

♪ Oh, we got it goin' on

Oh, shit, look at

this skinny one right...

Oh, yeah.

Oh! Oh, my God.

I guess you figured out

which one is my dad.

Unless you were planning

on inviting

the world's oldest

high school student.

Hyah!

He wishes.

Hey, Tom, nice party.

Hey, Mary Alice.

Yeah, it's okay.

We ran out of ice.

We can't par-tay

without any ice.

There's some in

the garage, Dad.

Tommy, step to it.

We gotta keep this party going.

Hey girl, um,

you wanna dance?

No, thanks.

I like your personality.

What a jerk-off.

He had some pretty

sweet moves, though.

Surprised to see you here.

Yeah?

Why's that?

Well, you just don't strike me

as the high school kegger type.

Oh, come on, I'm just

expanding my horizons.

Expand them more

and dance with me.

Thanks, but I'm not

much of a dancer.

Well, lucky for you I am.

Sure.

But you're still

my first choice.

I know it's not

really your thing.

I actually saw

some cool stuff.

Whoa!

Dad, where are

you going?

Hot tub.

Eh, don't-do not...

Actually, yeah,

that's a great idea.

Dude, what the fuck?

Just let him be.

Hey!

I said hey.

Back off, fuck-puppet.

♪ Do do do

Whoa, whoa, bro.

Hey, we're all full in here.

My tub, my rules.

Now, let him in.

Ugh.

Fuckin' bitch.

Just hanging out

with my dudes.

I'm hungry for a hotdog.

Guess who I am?

Guess who I am!

Edward Forty Hands!

Mmm.

Ugh.

Hey.

Who wants to fuck?

Get outta here!

Hyah!

So sensitive.

- See ya, man.

- Thanks, dude.

Eh.

Next one's gonna

be even crazier.

Can somebody get me a beverage?

Thanks, man.

You got class.

I think that's everybody.

Mind giving me

a ride home?

You didn't drive?

I didn't tonight.

All right.

Here, let me tell

my da...

Eh, you know what,

fuck it. Let's go.

It looks like it was

a pretty rad party.

Man, back when

I was in high school...

You do realize that

somebody died, right, Sam?

Just... wait, where

did you get those?

Over there.

Those could be evidence.

Just, go do

something useful.

Go check the hot tub.

I'm so sorry, Tom.

Do you have any relatives

that we can contact?

My grandma.

But could you let me

call her please?

It's...

Oh, God.

This is gonna kill her.

Yeah, of course,

whatever you need.

Uh, hey, Cliff, I, uh,

found this in the hot tub.

Did you want me to bag it?

Dad probably drank that when

I left to take my friend home.

Not supposed to.

He's on medication.

Oh, what type of medication?

Hyd... hyd...

hydrochlorothiazide.

He has UTIs.

UTIs, yeah, alcohol,

diuretics in a hot tub.

That's killed more people

than you'd believe.

So, y... you did want me

to bag this?

No.

Sa... hot water

and chlorine, Sam?

It's not gonna be

anything but clean.

Oh.

Just put it down.

Please go do something else.

Sorry.

He's just...

he's a fuckin' idiot.

Next.

Hey, so?

It's okay.

It's fine.

Are they gonna

tell our parents?

Relax.

They just want to know

what happened to Tom's dad.

My tub, my rules.

Now, let him in!

- Ew!

- Oh.

We tried our best

to contain it,

but most of the videos

have gone viral.

Just hanging out

with my dudes.

Oh.

Oh! Oh-okay.

I think we... I think

we've seen enough, Sam.

- Oh.

- I'm hungry for a hot dog.

Well, it didn't come from me.

- I don't even own a cell phone.

- Really?

I've never heard of a high school

kid that doesn't own a cell phone.

Refreshing is what it is,

but frankly, Reagan,

I'm surprised you'd even be

at a party like this.

Mrs. Reed, you can go

to a party without drinking

or doing drugs.

Isn't that what you've

drilled us on for years now?

I mean, give me a break.

I'm... sorry.

That was disrespectful.

It's all right, Reagan,

we understand.

It's been very stressful

for everyone.

Detective...

Uh, hi, Reagan, uh,

my name is Detective Dawkins.

Nice to meet you.

This is Officer Pickett.

Uh, I have seen you

somewhere before, haven't I?

Uh, yes, sir.

At the Wallace funeral.

Ben and Becky told me how

much of a big help you were.

Oh, well,

they friends of yours?

Well, actually, Reagan

almost single-handedly

put together the student

support effort for them.

Well, I appreciate that.

All this must be

hard on you, too.

Three friends losing their

parents so close together.

I just want to help

out any way I can.

Sixty percent?

As agreed.

You want one?

No.

So, I'm taking most of my

commission out in cash.

The rest I'll collect from

the insurance payouts.

And the online account?

You've been emptying

it daily, right?

Yeah. Just like you said.

Great.

What about the envelope

that I told you

not to open 'til we're done.

Yeah. Hold on.

When: house party.

Where: hot tub.

How: hydrochlorothiazide

and a forty.

Unbelievable.

What do I do with this?

Wow.

You're good at this.

Some people choose to

work at Yogurt City, Tom.

I choose not to.

It's kind of a big

difference, though.

Oh, what got you into... I mean,

like, how did you decide...?

There are 2,000 students

at our school,

which translates to, uh,

4,000 parents,

give or take a few.

Statistically,

there will always be

a few unredeemable

shitheads in there.

So you're just, um...

Trying to make the

world a better place.

Right!

Way better.

Wow, you could

really be screwed.

Of course, there's

always junior college.

I don't want

junior college.

I want UCSB and now

I've got Heather's

fake-ass D-cups

standing in my way.

I guess I'll just have

to figure something out.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm, it's good.

And cue the

male camel-toe.

Bite me, alkie.

Time to get our cheer on.

Shouldn't you be, like,

in mourning or something?

Mm, life's for the living.

Plus, I like to think my

parents are watching from above,

because that's

my better angle.

And I'm sure they're

still quite ashamed.

Thanks for the sympathy.

Now let's get our cheer on.

Team won't win without us.

Yeah, and they're not

gonna win with us either.

Okay, come on, Kenny!

Take it to the hole!

Kenny, use that

lazy-ass to block out.

Can't you try to

be supportive?

What, he's too sensitive

for a little criticism?

He's doing his best.

Come on.

Kenny, you had a man

open in the paint.

All that kid wants to do

is shoot threes.

He doesn't want to pass.

He doesn't want to block out.

He's watching this

game tape tonight

whether he wants to or not.

Yeah, all right.

All right.

Girls look cute.

Makes me wanna get out there

and shake it.

Yeah, at least somebody

in this gym

knows what

the hell they're doing.

Okay, Cliff!

- I'm gonna show this to Kenny.

- Yeah, I...

Show him what talent

and practice does.

Yeah, well, this is

the only thing

you've actually focused on.

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah, girls.

Basketball?

Seriously?

Just watch the game, Sydney.

Follow the ball

and cheer when I do.

So, tell me about

your parents.

Hobbies, activities, clubs.

Three-pointer! Yes!

Activities.

You mean like their

all-encompassing,

back-to-nature

lifestyle?

Well, maybe.

Tell me about it.

It's making my life unlivable.

Dinner's ready!

Who's up

for vegan tacos?

Oh, my God, you guys

are so disgusting!

Relax, Syd,

the human body is

a beautiful thing.

Mm-hmm.

No, no, it's not.

What's wrong, honey,

aren't you hungry?

No. And I'm pretty sure

I'll never be hungry again.

That's it?

You asked for an example.

I'm sorry, Sydney,

that your parents are hippies,

but if that's your

only complaint, I...

Oh, trust me, that's just

the tip of the iceberg.

This is Gary Vaughn and...

Betty Vaughn.

You are listening

to Nature Matters.

Northern California's

leading podcast

about foraging

and things that are

important to foragers.

Yes, Gary, and this week

I thought it would be fun

to give a few tips

to those beginners out there

who might be interested

in sourcing

their own food in the wild.

That does sound like fun.

Again,

I don't see the big deal.

Shut up.

I'm getting there.

So their last book sold,

like, a billion copies, right?

And what did those

hypocrites spend it on?

Private air travel,

a huge new wing on the house,

two undocumented housekeepers

who make $6.00 an hour.

Clothes, watches,

spa treatments,

$400 haircuts.

And not for them, by the way,

for their fucking

$5,000 hypoallergenic dog.

Plus, stocks in nine of the ten

most environmentally

destructive companies

on the planet.

Turns out our biggest threat

isn't global warming

or nuclear winter.

It's my parents.

Okay. I got it.

You're familiar with

my terms, right?

Anything.

I just want it

over with.

Okay. I'm on it.

Now sit back, relax,

and enjoy the game.

Yeah!

Staring off into

the distance again?

Did I ever tell you

how sexy you look

doing that?

Jeanette...

Wait.

What?

You started smoking again.

I had one little cigarette.

Well, one little cigarette,

or the whole pack,

it's still

the same stink.

Yeah, okay, I get it.

I smoked.

Sorry for polluting

your little delicate,

little smoke-free mouth.

So, do you want to tell me

what you're thinking about?

This boy in Kenny's class.

So, while I'm trying

to have sex with you,

you're thinking about

a boy in Kenny's class?

No.

His name is Reagan Collins,

and he knew all the kids

whose parents died.

Yeah, it's a small town,

Cliff.

A lot of people did.

I don't know.

This kid's weird.

He doesn't even have

a cell phone.

Lock him up, he doesn't

have a cell phone.

Well,

he's 17 years old.

Even that little handicap girl

who graduated last year,

she had a cell phone and

she doesn't have any arms.

Cliff.

I don't know, the kid just

pings my radar, that's all.

Okay, Cliff, listen to me.

You are a good cop,

but you don't

have to try so hard.

You had your moment

in the sun

with the Adderall bust.

Accolades, your picture

in the paper.

Not every case

has to be a home run.

Yeah, you're right.

That was some bust,

though, wasn't it?

I cut bangs, you

didn't even notice.

Mm.

Hey, pal.

What's up?

I'm just working

on a paper.

English?

No, biology.

Fungus.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure you'll find a way

to make that interesting, too.

Oh, I'm trying my best.

You always do.

Proud of you, son.

I know.

In this map it's telling us it's

only four minutes to reach this hill.

- No, just... can you trust it?

- It's... Yes, that's the point.

It's... but, we're

at Dixie Canyon...

Have fun foraging.

Bye-bye.

- Hey.

- Dad, what-

Hey. What's so funny?

Get out of here,

Tommy, you soft little bitch.

You're being stupid

right now!

Get outta here!

Who wants to fuck?

- Right now, who wants to fuck?

- Are you serious?

Come on, the man's dead.

Show some respect.

Break it up.

Come on now.

Tragedy has once again struck

the community

of Washington Heights.

Two well-know foraging experts,

Gary and Betty Vaughn,

were found dead

inside their home today.

- Hey! Turn that up.

- Authorities believe

it may have been a case

of accidental poisoning.

This...

is a death cap mushroom.

It looks edible, but it's not.

Here comes their daughter now.

Sydney!

Sydney, are you

surprised your parents

made such a careless

and deadly mistake?

Oh, I don't know.

Why don't you suck my dick?

Here come the bodies now.

I just wanna

help out any way I can.

Shit.

A B-plus?

You missed one.

It happens.

Whoops. Time for

a nervous breakdown.

Just to ease your mind,

you still have an A in class.

No. This should be an A.

You made a mistake.

I'm happy to discuss it

after class.

Once we add the solid

to the liquid,

we'll see combustion.

And it's green.

No chemical traces.

Well, that is some

advanced chemistry.

Well beyond this class.

All right,

I'll change it to an A.

A-plus.

Thank you.

So that's how you

get such good grades.

Just pointing out

a mistake.

Can I help you

with something?

Yeah, I was kind of hoping

you could walk me home.

- Oh, I... I would, but...

- Fine. I'll walk you.

You're different

than people think.

I am?

Yeah, well you seem like

Reagan Collins, Mr. Serious Guy

all about science

and studying

and making the world

a better place.

But you think

I'm not like that.

Oh, you are.

Definitely.

But, I think there's another

side to you that's fun.

Maybe a little twisted,

but fun.

Twisted, but fun, huh?

Are you denying it?

No, not necessarily.

Uh, this is... me.

I'd invite you

inside, but I...

I do have a lot

of homework to do.

Yeah... yeah,

I should get home.

I can't wait to see

what Food Network recipe

Heather's butchered this time.

Oh, Heather?

She's my step-mom.

She's this big-breasted,

dumb-ass slut

who bosses me around while

spending my college money.

Sounds like a pretty

common dynamic.

Your parents divorced, too?

No, uh, happily married,

actually.

Twenty years.

But, if you're wondering

how to deal with Heather,

there are ways.

Oh, you mean besides

murdering her.

Yeah.

Just agree with her.

Always.

And I mean everything.

You're kidding.

No. No, no, no.

She'll love it.

Your dad will love it.

And you just do

whatever you want.

Everybody wins.

Okay. I'll try it.

Look at that,

I'm happy already.

Thanks for letting me

walk you home.

Hey, Reagan.

Got a minute?

Detective Dawkins.

Can I help you

with something?

Yeah.

Just wondering if I could

ask you a couple questions.

Yeah, sure.

Do you wanna come in?

Yeah. Great.

It'll only take a moment.

Um, my parents

aren't home yet.

Is everything all right?

Did something happen to them?

What? Oh, no.

Of course, they're fine.

- They're fine.

- Okay.

No, I was just hoping to ask you

some questions about Sydney Vaughn.

Oh, okay.

I'll use the restroom real quick

and... Can I get you anything?

No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

So you were asking

about Sydney.

It's so sad about

her... parents.

Yeah, terrible accident.

Terrible accident.

I saw you two

sitting together

at the Mission High

game the other night.

Yeah. So?

So, I just thought I'd

ask you a few questions

about your relationship.

Uh, uh, our relationship?

Well, I would have assumed

that you two were dating

until I saw you kissing

that pretty redhead.

I... I'm...

I'm sorry, Detective,

wh... what is this about again?

Sydney is just a girl that

I know from school, so...

Well, why don't you tell me

a little bit more about her.

She tell you about her

relationship with her parents?

She must be going

through a lot right now.

What is it that you

two talk about?

Actually, I can't

talk about that.

Son, you are aware this

is a police investigation?

Even so.

Well, let me put it

to you like this,

either you can tell me here

or you can tell me

at the station.

I'll grab a sweatshirt.

Oh, Jesus.

You should've brought

me in on this, Cliff.

I would've told you

this is a terrible idea.

Did you hear a single word

that I said?

You brought a minor in here

and didn't tell his parents

or charge him?

Are you insane?

He's killing people, Ronnie.

Do you remember

the Adderall bust?

You never let anyone

forget it.

Everybody thought I was wrong.

Was I wrong?

You were not.

Exactly. I was right.

What is wrong with just

doing your job, Cliff?

This is a bedroom

community.

Traffic tickets,

jaywalking,

the occasional

break and enter.

We do not get psycho

teenage serial killers here.

So, it's true.

Why is Reagan Collins

in my interrogation room?

Hey!

I brought him in.

He's connected to all

those kids whose parents died.

Connected how?

He's responsible.

Are you out of

your mind, Cliff?

Jane, people are dropping

dead all over this town

and this kid is the only

common denominator.

The reports you wrote

said "accident".

And now I'm telling you

they weren't.

There is a pattern.

Reagan Collins was the last kid

at the Mulnick party,

he was running

the Wallace fundraiser,

and he was with Sydney Vaughn

right before her parents died.

When questioned,

he was evasive,

and I found an encyclopedia

opened to the entry "M",

and I am tell...

Oh, God, would you

just shut up?

That kid was in

my husband's scout troop.

His mother is

my dermatologist.

It's a con.

He is lying to you,

and I wanna know what

you're gonna do about it.

Fuck.

Yeah, I'm glad he

didn't break his oath, too.

Thanks, Miss Peterson.

Again, sorry to bother

you at home.

Good night.

You realize if

Reagan's parents decide

to file a complaint,

your ass is toast, right?

The Vaughn girl

was assigned to him.

Assigned?

Yeah, he's a peer counselor,

you jackass.

Confidentiality

is part of the program.

He was keeping his promise,

not killing her parents.

- Jane...

- What is wrong with you?

Do you realize that

we're here to solve crimes

- and not invent them?

- And I...

And if you bring up

that Adderall case

one more time,

you will be the next one dead,

because I will shoot you

in the face.

I'm done with your

wild goose chases.

- This goose is real.

- Get out, Cliff.

And, Cliff,

take the boy home.

I hope it helps.

Thanks for the donation.

Sydney can really use it.

That must have been pretty

embarrassing back there.

Hey, if you're wondering

if I'm mad, I'm not.

Honestly, you're just

trying to do your job.

Frankly, I think

it's a bit unprofessional

the way your co-workers make

fun of you behind your back.

Anyway, thanks for the ride.

Okay, then.

No hard feelings?

All righty.

Wuss.

We ate without you.

I was gonna reheat

some pot roast,

but I see you brought

your own meal.

That's a generous pour.

Would you like some ice

with that or...

Oh, apparently not.

Wow.

Looks like about,

uh, 25,000 calories there.

You trying to put back on

all the weight you lost?

Kenny's outside with James.

Trying to dunk.

They're getting

closer every day.

He should be studying.

If he fails out of class,

they're gonna kick him

off the team.

Really? That's it?

That's all you have to say?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Where are you going?

Outside.

Don't wanna

miss this dunk.

Yeah. Mr. Fun Drumstick.

Aw, come on, man.

Oh, hey.

Good take, Kenny.

No, don't stop.

Don't stop.

No, keep going.

Actually, give me the ball.

Let me play, too.

- Dad, come on.

- Seriously?

- What?

- Just give him the ball, man.

Let's go.

There we go.

Show you boys how it's done.

Wow.

You know, I think you'd get

a little better arc there

if you got rid

of the drumstick.

Very funny.

You guys wanna play HORSE?

How 'bout some PIG?

There he is.

My son, the comedian,

ladies and gentlemen.

The comedian who

can almost dunk.

Ah.

Well, that's a P.

All right, got you

right where I want you.

Hey, you guys, uh,

you know a kid

at your school

named Reagan Collins?

Who?

Oh, you know him.

He was over at

the Mulnick party.

Pale, delicate,

preppy-looking kid?

Oh, yeah, that guy.

Yeah, I think he's

in my chemistry class.

- Yeah?

- All right, what are we doing?

Are we gonna play

basketball or what?

Just making conversation.

You ever talk to him?

No. I mean, not really.

He's one of those guys

that only talks to adults.

Kinda sounds like one, too.

Dad, why are you asking

us this stuff...

It's a work thing, Kenny.

Okay, well, no one we

know hangs out with him.

So, can you shoot the ball?

It's your turn.

No. Game's over.

Dad. Ball.

No. No more ball.

James, go home.

Kenny, get inside.

Hit the books.

Dude, don't take this

the wrong way,

but your dad's a dick.

You look like hell.

I just need

a little coffee.

Did you look in the mirror?

It's gonna take

a lot more than coffee.

Hey.

I need you to help me

get Reagan Collins'

Internet activity.

There is no way

I'm doing that.

Come on.

The kid's out there making us

look like fucking idiots.

He's not making me

look like an idiot.

Look, if that disrespectful

little shit is out there

killing people and you

don't do anything about it,

then that's on you.

All right.

I will see what I can do.

Good, because

I'm gonna need some help

with surveillance, too.

I don't even wanna

hear about that.

Reagan, wait.

Come on.

Come on, Reagan,

I can't run that fast.

I've got degenerative bursitis

and I'm pretty out of shape.

Do I know you?

Hey, man.

Grant Hall?

Okay, so?

So, can you slow down

a minute?

Coach is watching.

Nice chatting

with you, though.

Wh... ah...

I love ice cream!

What flavor?

Uh, uh, rum r... uh,

butter pecan. Butter pecan!

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

Wait, that's it?

I said I would talk

to you later.

What, are you

spying on me now?

As if.

Okay,

what's this about?

We need to talk.

- Okay.

- Not here.

All right, smile, asshole.

You recorded him?

I got a lead.

No, shit. Okay.

No, it's just...

What, are you

spying on me now?

We need to talk.

Not here.

Okay, what's this about?

I need you to do

something for me.

That sounds like

a murder solicitation.

Or she wants help

with her algebra.

Who is she?

I don't know.

Some cheerleader.

I don't know

her name yet.

Jesus, she's hot.

Come on,

don't be a pervert.

Mary Alice Walker.

Can we please go now?

Uh, kind of in

the middle of something.

I need to get out of here.

In a little while.

Have a beer. Relax.

I've had three

and it's not helping.

Try four.

Beer number four it is then.

Get me a beer.

Well, she took the last beer.

Yo, Grant!

Grant, where you at?

Jesus!

I was taking a piss.

Hey, I got some more

beer in my car.

Go get it for me.

Hurry up.

"There's beer in my car.

Go get it."

What am I, a servant?

Stupid.

Told you I'd see ya.

Okay, so let me make sure

I got this straight.

Your mom has custody

of you and your sister

and there's a boyfriend.

Yeah, Hector.

That goddamn ball-bag is

all my mom cares about.

Hector. Hector. Hector.

So, you're saying

his name is... Hector.

Total prick.

You know, I looked

some stuff up online.

He's married, for one.

And he's been arrested

three times,

and the last time

was for stealing

from little old ladies

at the retirement center

where he worked.

That's pretty low.

No, it gets worse.

He was seducing them and

then stealing their money.

Does your mom

know about this?

Are you kidding?

I heard them talking.

It was her idea.

W... I... I mean,

not like the love-making.

That was Hector.

He also wears like

a crap-ton of man jewelry,

which I understand, you know,

is a personal choice,

but, like, it doesn't stop...

Wait, why don't you just

go live with your dad?

Oh, we can't.

Mom told the court a bunch

of lies to get custody.

If it was just me,

it'd be okay.

You know, another year

and I'm gone, but...

I've got

a little sister, man.

You should see the way

mom yells at her.

- Mom, look what I found...

- Not now!

Oh, did I mention they like

to do it in Hector's car?

- Oh, yes, Hector.

- Right outside on the street.

The whole neighborhood knows.

Oh, Hector, oh.

Last week, I came home and

found my sister watching them.

Hector. Hector, oh!

She's seven, man.

What would you do?

Well, that's not for me

to decide, Grant.

But the good news is,

these problems you're

having, they're solvable.

- You think so?

- I know so.

But there are a couple questions

you have to ask yourself first.

One, do you

and your sister

deserve to be humiliated

and neglected anymore?

Hell, no.

Two, would you be

better off with your dad?

Would your sister

be better off?

Yes. And yes.

Okay, let's do it.

Oh, one thing, though,

I don't...

exactly have a lot of...

money.

Not yet.

Need some help?

What are you doing here?

Oh, you know,

it's my hobby,

just wandering

through the park

looking for

drunk cheerleaders

so I can steal

their keys.

Drunk?

I've had, like, two beers.

Okay, four.

Keys.

Wow, you really are

quite the Boy Scout.

I'm okay.

Don't be modest.

You could have just

saved my life.

What can I possibly

do to thank you?

It's okay, really.

Really.

Come on,

there must be something.

No.

No?

It's late.

Come on, you've

been drinking.

So, you're saying

if I hadn't had two...

Four.

Four beers, this could've

taken a different turn?

Wow, you really aren't

like the other guys.

Can you give me a ride?

Why don't we walk?

Walk? It's like, 20 miles.

It's two.

Come on.

Thank you for

walking her home.

It was a pleasure, sir.

It was so nice

to meet you, Reagan.

You too, Mrs. Walker.

Take care.

What a nice young man.

Why doesn't he smell

like a brewery?

Reagan doesn't drink.

Could learn a lesson

from a kid like that.

We talked about this.

Yeah, and I know it

was stupid, Daddy,

but I heard your voice

in my head

telling me not to

drive home, so I didn't.

Smart girl.

But it was irresponsible of

you to leave the car there.

It's an Audi.

Shut the fuck up, Heather.

This has nothing to do

with y... Wait, no...

Too late. Keys.

In.

You know, I was this close

to following your advice

about Heather, and now,

for the next week,

I'll be riding the bus.

Well, at least you'll be

reducing your carbon footprint.

It's like every time

she opens her mouth,

I just want to strangle her.

Uh, Reagan.

Uh, Ben.

We're gonna talk and

you're gonna listen.

Should I leave?

No. They are.

I'll leave when

I'm good and ready.

Jesus, Ben, chill.

Stay the fuck out

of this, Mary Alice.

You're supposed to be in

your cheer uniform today.

Give me a break.

We're not doing

this here, Ben.

Go away.

Ben. Don't fight.

Please?

Don't fucking pull me.

What's wrong with him?

Nothing.

He'll get over it.

Probably on his period.

I've been going through

the files in each case.

Look at that photo,

tell me what you see.

Mmm, nothing.

Uh, road.

Exactly. A road.

No skid marks.

They just decided to drive

full speed off a cliff?

Mm, probably not.

No. You're goddamn right

probably not.

Did we ever have that vehicle

checked for tampering?

You know we didn't,

Cliff.

It's probably crushed

in some junkyard.

Shit.

Hey.

Anything come up on the kid's,

uh, Internet activity?

No. Since we broke about

a dozen laws looking,

I'd appreciate it

if you shut the fuck up.

Come on, nothing?

That kid is off the grid.

He must be a Luddite.

But, a 17-year-old Luddite?

That doesn't sound the least

bit suspicious to you?

I try not to judge people based

on their preferences, Cliff.

I have a brother-in-law who

spends all day in the park,

fanny pack full

of bird seed.

Does puppet shows

for the homeless.

Doesn't make him

a criminal.

I can feel this one

in my gut, Ronnie.

Or you're obsessing.

Okay, maybe you're right.

I know I'm right.

Hey, look what I made!

It's neat and it's...

Shut up and get me a beer.

Now!

Stupid kids.

I don't think we should

pay him any more.

Well, what the fuck do

you think we're doing here?

Of course we're not

paying him any more.

If he thinks he can

fuck with us, I'll...

Drive.

So, have you figured out

what you wanted to say yet?

Yeah, we did.

Next time,

would you guys mind

being a little bit

more discreet?

Fuck you! We're done.

Done?

I'm sorry, with what?

Tell him, Ben.

Yeah, tell me, Ben.

We're not paying you

any more.

Excuse me?

He's right.

Okay, we've paid enough.

I mean, do you have any idea

how bad we feel

about what we've done?

I can barely sleep at night.

The stress is

ruining our lives.

- The stress?

- Yeah.

Your parents were ruining your

lives with their homophobia,

their fat-shaming,

and their

complete unwillingness

and inability to deal

with your... qualities.

We gave you that referral.

All right?

With what we already gave you,

that should be enough.

You're forgetting

our terms, Ben.

Yeah, well, there's

new terms, Reagan.

Leave us alone or...

We'll go to Kenny's dad.

Yeah.

We'll go to Kenny's dad,

and we'll tell him

it was all your idea to

murder all these parents,

and we were too afraid

to do anything.

Okay, Dawkins?

Really? That's your plan.

Yeah.

Ben and Becky Wallace

murder solicitation,

August 15th.

All right,

Reagan, we've decided.

They suck, we want them dead.

And my terms

are acceptable?

Yes!

Yes, the sooner the better.

Fuck me.

Fuck.

Whatever, just pay him, Ben.

We're rich...

Not if you keep ordering

all those fucking

vintage Playgirl

magazines off eBay.

Well, at least I'm not

the one who blew two grand

on laser hair removal.

I'll expect my cut

off the insurance money.

If your reference pays off,

I'll give you guys

a nice refund.

Okay?

Okay.

- Okay.

By the way, nothing

says grieving orphans

like an $80,000 Mercedes.

Hey, Reagan?

Hell of a nice car

that boy's got.

I guess.

I'm not much of a car guy.

Really? Oh, I am.

Although, on a detective's

salary I'll never have

a ride like that, but man,

there's something about that

new car smell, isn't there?

Yeah, I guess.

They give you

another payment?

What?

Come on, Reagan.

Don't try to shit

a shitter.

How long have you known?

I'm a lot smarter than

you think I am, son.

That's good.

'Cause honestly, the guilt

was starting to get to me.

Are you sure you can't

just take it and let me go?

I... I know it's illegal

to download music

that I didn't buy, but I

wasn't planning on selling it.

What are you talking about?

Copyright laws.

We broke them.

You got me.

Copyright laws?

Yeah. Just don't bring

Ben and Becky down for this.

I mean, they've had it

hard enough with their parents

and everything.

Copyright laws. That's...

That's cute, Reagan.

How old are you? 16?

- 17.

It's a good age.

I mean, you look

like an adult,

but you're still a kid.

Got your driver's license,

a year left in high school.

August 15th...

Yeah, it's not bad,

I'll say.

I mean, the only thing you could really do to screw

it up would be to do something really stupid.

Like what?

I don't know,

kill somebody?

Maybe several people?

I mean, because if you

did something like that,

I think the law would start looking

at you like you were an adult.

Then you'd be pretty darned

fucked, wouldn't you?

I guess I'm lucky

I'm just a music pirate.

Yeah, lucky indeed.

So, Detective, I...

I know what I did was wrong,

but is there any way

I could get my player back?

All right.

But one slip-up from you,

and I will be on you like

bird shit on a shiny new car.

Hey, pal.

Why the long face?

Oh, nothing, just

a long day, I guess.

Oh, this ought

to cheer you up.

Chief Brooks called

my office this morning

raving about what a wonderful,

caring son we have.

Really?

Yeah, couldn't get her to stop.

You know, all that peer

counseling you're doing?

Reagan, people notice.

Colleges will notice.

You might be right, Dad.

Yeah.

Oh, by the way, uh, a young

lady just called for you.

Your mom has been

on the phone with her

for the last 20 minutes.

- Oh.

- Yeah, better get in there.

Mother?

...Modern dance troupe

in college.

- Mom.

- Yeah... I had videos,

- if you wanna see.

- Mom? Mom.

It's a girl.

I know.

Give me the phone.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Your mom's pretty cool.

Sometimes. What's up?

Mm, well, I'm at the

library at your suggestion.

And?

Not bad.

Don't tell anyone,

but I smuggled a latte in.

You wanna join?

Oh, well, actually

I have to...

Did I mention

I'm completely sober?

Actually, there is something

you can do for me.

- Thanks, Mrs. Flanders.

- Mm-hmm.

Hi.

Thank you.

Mary Alice, right?

You're a cheerleader here.

Yeah.

I'm Detective Dawkins.

I interviewed you about

Tom Mulnick's father?

Right.

Trees.

Big fan.

Okay, well, just

wanted to say hello.

Hello.

Hello. Okay.

Periods of light rain growing

steadier after midnight.

Lows in the mid-50s

and we're going to see

some wet roads for

the morning commute.

Ah, The Weather Channel again.

You'd tell me

if you were

gonna become

a meteorologist, right?

What? Yeah.

So, you mind if I,

uh, watch the news?

All yours.

Good.

Hey.

You figure out what you're

gonna do for a summer job yet?

I'm starting my own business.

So, you're meeting me at

Alta Park, big gazebo thing.

3:30, okay?

I'll be there.

- Are... yeah, you sure?

- I won't be late.

Hey, buddy. What's up?

Hi, Grant.

This isn't smart.

Geez, I'm just saying hi.

Now you did. Okay?

I'll see you later.

You know, you're

a very rude person.

Who the hell was that?

That was just Grant.

- I'll see you at

the big gazebo? -30?

Yeah, sure.

Yah!

And, just so you know,

money isn't a problem.

- Just let me know how much.

- Okay.

And hey, once my dad and

Heather are out of the way,

then we can really have fun.

- We got it.

- Sounds good.

So, on Saturday I was thinking

the bluff at Haver Point.

I thought I was

gonna be planning this?

I didn't mean, I just...

I just thought...

Actually...

Haver Point is perfect.

Great.

I got you,

you twisted little shit.

Don't you ever mess with

Detective Clifford Art Dawkins.

Yes. Fuck yes!

Full house.

Aces over fives.

- Oh, come on, man.

- Are you serious?

Yes, I'm limping.

No, it's not broken.

What the hell, Cliff?

I got him cold, brother.

First degree murder.

Aw, shit.

Got whom cold?

Oh, no.

Cliff, no.

Chief, I know what

you're thinking,

and here's what I have

to say to that.

In your face.

Shit. Hold up.

Shit.

You should have had

that cued up better.

Okay.

How can I

say no to that?

Good.

And, just so you know,

money isn't a problem,

just let me know how much.

Okay.

And hey, once my dad

and Heather are out of the way,

then we can really have fun.

Sounds good.

There's more if

you want to hear it.

Hmm.

Chief, I thought this

was bullshit too,

but now we have

to investigate this.

I think Cliff is

right this time.

I'm Adderall right.

You're sure about this?

I'd stake my badge on it.

Well,

that's good to know,

'cause I'm gonna

hold you to it.

Ah!

Ah, goddamn that

skinny motherfucker.

How we lookin'?

Nothin' yet.

- Ow!

- Oh!

Goddamnit, Sam!

Watch it!

Dude, that-that thing

is really gnarly.

Why don't you just chill here in the

van and we'll go take care of this.

It's my operation, and

I'm not gonna sit it out.

And I'm not your dude, so

just watch out for the foot.

"Gnarly."

- Hey, Sam.

- Yeah.

Shut up.

That's it.

That's it, that's the car.

All right, let's roll.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Ah, goddamnit!

Come on, come on, come on.

Fan out.

Does anybody see anything?

Ronnie, do not engage

until my go.

Fan out and stay quiet.

Does anybody hear anything?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, motherfucker.

Do not engage.

I repeat, do not engage.

No, no, no.

You're too close to the edge.

No, no, no, that's

too close to the edge.

Go! Go! Go!

- Freeze! Freeze!

- Ah!

Police! Nobody move.

Oh...

It's fine.

Looks like you really screwed

the pooch on this one, dude.

They were taking senior

pictures for the yearbook.

How could you...

How could I

be so stupid?

He set me up.

Not everything is

a conspiracy, Super Cop.

You slapped a fellow officer.

The Collins family is

getting a restraining order.

You see where

I'm going with this?

Get some help, Cliff.

No, actually...

take a shower first.

And then get some help.

So, it's gonna be mostly

cloudy with periods of sun,

temperatures in the mid-70s.

Friday night will bring

severe thunderstorms

with winds of up

to 50 miles an hour.

So batten down your hatches,

it's gonna be a rough one.

So that's where

my Vicodin went.

You're mixing them

with alcohol? Nice.

I got suspended today,

so if you could tone back the

judgment a little bit, that...

Can't you see what's

happening, Cliff?

I see that Reagan Collins

has killed six people.

And now you're gonna lose

your job over it.

Can you just stop?

No.

I'm right about this, Connie.

Okay.

Oh, yes, oh.

Hector. Hector! Hector!

Hector! Oh!

Oh, yes, right there.

Oh, right there!

Mommy's doing sex

with Hector again.

Yep.

Oh!

Oh, Hector, you're so big.

Yes, Hector's naughty!

Oh, yes!

Yes. Yes.

Yes, oh, Hector.

Hector. Hector.

Hector!

Oh my God!

Are they gonna be okay?

Maybe. I don't know.

No. Don't even get out.

He killed another one,

didn't he?

No, the storm killed them.

Wind blew, branch fell,

car exploded.

It's called an act of God.

And that's not the least

bit fishy to you?

Ronnie, that's the kid's M.O.

Forensic's already

been through here.

Come on, Ronnie, be a detective

for once in your life.

How many more parents

have to die...

- before you...

- Cliff...

Go home.

- Officer.

- Yes, Detective?

Fuck you, Ronnie.

Hi there.

Stay away from me.

Nope, I just need

a minute of your time.

Why can't you

just leave us alone?

Oh, us?

Oh, I'd rethink that

if I were you.

That kid's a murderer.

Oh, give me a break.

You know Grant Hall?

He's a student here?

- Who?

- Oh, come on.

I saw you and Reagan

with him the other day.

Grant's mother and

her boyfriend were killed

last night

by a falling tree.

Wait, a tree?

Yeah, look into it.

And while you're at it,

look into the Wallace twins

and Sydney Vaughn

and Tom Mulnick.

Your boyfriend killed

their parents too.

Just look into it.

And if you want to talk,

you know where to find me.

Two well-known foraging

experts, Gary and Betty Vaughn,

were found dead inside

their home today

and it may have been

mistaken identity.

Sydney!

Sydney, are you surprised

your parents made

such a careless

and deadly mistake?

Oh, I don't know.

Why don't you suck my dick?

This tragic series

of completely unrelated

and terribly unlucky events

continues to plague

this upscale community.

I knew you'd come

to your senses.

Let's go get

this fucking asshole.

Are you sure about this?

He was so nice to me.

He's dared me to catch him.

More than once.

I checked out all

the articles online

about the dead parents

and you were right.

He even got me to check out

a book on tree anatomy.

I know.

I need your help.

What do you mean?

Go see him.

Wear a wire,

search his house.

No. No fucking way.

I should never have come here.

Well, no, you're the only

one that can do it.

Think of those poor parents.

Why me?

Because I'm not exactly on

the top of his guest list,

but you are.

Reagan. You have company.

You're right, Dr. Collins,

he was really cute.

Such a cute face.

You should have told me

you were stopping by.

I can't hang out right now.

Oh, honey, who could

be more important

than this beautiful girl?

I'm supposed to meet

Grant... uh, a friend.

Oh, why don't you

tell Grant to come here?

No, you son of a bitch.

You know what,

it's... it's fine.

Actually, I'll just tell him

I'll see him another time.

Well, I better go.

Reagan bought us opera

tickets for our anniversary.

Oh...

Opera's for assholes.

Oh, well, happy

anniversary. Is it today?

Yes, it sure is.

So I better finish

getting ready.

Oh, sure.

Why don't you...

stay for dinner?

Reagan is a wonderful cook.

Mom...

Do you wanna

stay for dinner?

Sure. I'd love to.

Okay. After you.

You in the mood for

anything special?

Steak, pasta, lobster Newberg?

What the fuck is

lobster Newberg?

Well, we have eggs.

Well, that was

my next suggestion.

Let's see.

Can make us an omelet,

uh, ham, cheese,

uh, mushrooms?

No, no, no.

No. No mushrooms.

No, no, no.

No mushrooms for me.

Oh, do you mind

if I take a shower?

I'm kind of sweaty

after my run.

Uh, yeah, I guess so.

Uh, upstairs,

first door on the right.

- Okay, great. Thanks.

- Smart girl.

Smart girl. Smart girl.

I hate you for

making me do this.

Where the fuck...

You shut the fuck up

and keep looking.

What are you doing?

- Oh...

- Close that drawer.

Oh, shit.

I... I just wanted to

see your bedroom.

Oh, really?

Well, I don't like people

in my bedroom, so come on.

- Let's go.

- Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

I know this looks bad.

I was just curious.

About what, exactly?

- Uh...

- Curious about what?

Oh, wait, I left my bag.

I said I don't like

people in my room.

Come back here.

- What is that?

- Nothing.

Let... Let go.

You're hurting me.

Mary, what the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Get in. Get in.

Get in.

Okay, give me

whatever you took.

Wha... how do you know

I took anything?

I saw him tearing

apart his room.

You must have taken

something.

Come on.

Or, I... I...

It's down...

Murder solicitation,

Tom Mulnick, September 21st.

He never listens

to anything I say.

He's wasted all the time.

And the way he looks at

the girls I bring over.

Shit, the way he looks

at the dog lately.

It's all solvable

problems, Tom.

And my terms are acceptable?

Yeah,

whatever you want, man.

I just want him dead.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, goddamnit,

I got you.

W... wait, wh...

where are we going?

There is no fucking way

I'm going back there.

As if.

Hey, I needed that!

This is next, okay?

I am not joking.

Let me out.

Here! Have it.

Shit. You're a witness,

remember that.

Goddamn cheerleaders.

Yes. Yes.

It's Detective Dawkins.

I... I don't know.

He just broke into my house.

Yeah, he has a gun. And... and

I have a restraining order.

Put the phone down.

Did you call the police?

Fine by me. Sit.

Go for Ronnie.

What?

Can I get you anything?

A water? Soda?

Maybe some deodorant?

Just shut the fuck up,

you skinny little cunt.

Okay?

Breaking and entering,

with a gun

while being suspended.

Pretty ballsy move,

don't you think, Detective?

Ballsy?

Ballsy's thinking

you can murder

those kids' parents

and get away with it.

Murder?

I like to think I was just

emancipating those kids

from their home lives

by exploiting

their parents' hypocrisy.

Hypocrisy?

You deluded little psycho.

No. Think about it.

If a licensed physician wasn't

exceeding the speed limit,

his SUV's computer may not

have disabled the brakes.

As far as that

Mr. Mulnick goes...

Ahh. Ahh.

It's not my fault he treated

his body like a sewage dump.

like a sewage dump,

like a sewage dump.

I knew that was you.

Oh, please, I just offered

the man a forty.

Who wants to fuck?

Don't even get me started

about the Vaughns.

Who's up for vegan tacos?

Professional foragers who don't

even know their own mushrooms?

So, you're saying

they did it to themselves.

Well...

...except for the tree crushing

Hector and Grant's mom.

That one's on me.

No, they're all on you.

And this?

And this will make for

some pretty good listening.

That bitch.

You really think that

they're gonna believe you?

Yeah.

I have a witness,

I have a recording,

I saw you tear apart

your room looking for this.

So, if you wanna confess now,

it's good for the soul.

That's very profound.

You're an arrogant

little turd.

Now get up.

And you're an idiot.

You have a history of being wrong about me

and I have a restraining order against you.

You really believe

they're gonna believe

anything you have to say?

You son of a bitch,

I've been a cop for 15 years.

Your friends out there are

gonna 5150 your ass

before you even have a chance

to spread any lies about me.

Fuck your 5150.

You keep forgetting.

That recording?

Forensics will think you

doctored it to frame me.

Cliff?

Connie just called.

Told me about the booze

and the pills.

She's worried about you.

Connie...

that's your wife, right?

How do you think she feels

about all this, huh?

She probably thinks

that you're crazy,

just like

everyone else does.

Open it, please.

Look at yourself, Cliff.

You're a mess.

Don't!

Turn around.

Turn around!

Wh...

Pursuant with California

penal code section 837,

I am placing Reagan Collins

under citizen's arrest.

This is crazy, Cliff.

- Help me.

- Shut up.

Listen to me, let the kid go

and we can talk.

He did it, Ronnie,

he did it.

I have proof.

He killed all of them.

Okay? I was right.

Okay, Cliff.

Just let him go and

we can discuss this.

Cliff! Put that gun down

this instant and let Reagan go.

Chief, I got this. Okay?

Cliff, I'm gonna come up now.

Ronnie, just promise me

that he'll be arrested?

Anything you say, buddy.

I promise.

Just... put the gun down.

Hold your fire!

Hm?

No!

Ronnie, I think Sam

just shot me.

I need an ambulance.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

- Sam just shot me.

- Yes.

I don't know

what I'm doing.

I'm sorry, honey,

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

I just...

Officer Sam Pickett was cleared

in the accidental shooting

of 15-year police veteran

Detective Cliff Dawkins.

Preliminary toxicology

on the detective

revealed dangerous levels

of alcohol,

hydrocodone, and lorazepam,

which authorities believe

led to his unstable

and erratic behavior.

After speaking with family

members and colleagues,

investigators discovered

a history of addictions

to weight-loss drugs,

laxatives,

and human growth hormone.

Poor kid.

This is your

on-the-scene reporter,

Sally McDuffy,

KFT, Channel Five News.

Oh, no.

This is all your fault,

asshole.

Whoa.

You want me to go stop this?

No.

No, if it doesn't happen here,

it'll happen someplace else.

And he needs to face

him sooner or later.

What took you

so fuckin' long?

I told you.

These things will take time.

Yeah, well, meanwhile

I'm going crazy.

We didn't set any

sort of time limit.

Did you bring

the envelope?

Yeah, I brought the envelope.

"Time: April 29th.

Where: my porch.

How: police."

No fucking way!

Good.

Now burn it.

Not... not... not now.

Later.

All right, now

I'm gonna extend my hand.

Hesitate for a moment,

then shake it.

What?

Just shake my hand.

See?

Sometimes all you need

is a little faith.

That took guts for him

to come here today.

Good for him.

Yeah.

Hey!

Hey.

Uh, do you have

the iPod?

Oh, yeah, sure.

You should have

seen my switch.

It was flawless.

What happened

with the police?

Oh, they played

the other one.

114 hours

of Belgian folk music.

I can't believe it worked

exactly how you said it would.

Of course it did.

So, that's it then?

Oh, yeah,

I guess that's it.

Okay then...

So, do you wanna get

a milk shake or something?

Wait, are you asking me

out on a date?

Yeah.

Well, my dad still

doesn't trust you.

Well, that's

a solvable problem.

- Hey!

- Sweet ass.

Watch it.

School's out,

motherfucker!

Whoo!

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