Ironwood (2017) - full transcript
Two aspiring academics and best friends take a road trip through Wisconsin to compete for the same university teaching job.
♪ There are things I believe ♪
♪ Like that every girl is really mean ♪
♪ And that moms will cry ♪
♪ If and when their son's doing drugs ♪
♪ So now a child is
kicking out on the scene ♪
♪ Like some insane hippy bitch, oh yeah ♪
♪ And nobody knows what it means ♪
♪ Nobody cares what we do ♪
♪ Ah oh ah oh ah oh oh oh oh ♪
♪ Ah oh ah oh ah oh oh oh oh ♪
♪ Sometimes I feel ♪
♪ Like I'm way behind my age group ♪
♪ Hey man it's not that cool ♪
♪ Unless they pay you ♪
♪ But Andy walks around with
that gold chain on his neck ♪
♪ He don't get no respect ♪
♪ He don't get no respect ♪
♪ He don't get no respect ♪
- Ready?
- Serve the ball.
- Okay, fine.
- Come on!
- Okay.
- Ow!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey did you hear back from Houghton yet?
- Not yet, you?
- Huh?
- I said, not yet, and you?
- I said, did you?
- I said I haven't yet, have you?
- I said, did you hear back from Houghton?
Man,
I'm tired of being fucking broke!
- What are you doing?
- What can I do?
- There's a recycling
bin across the street.
- I'm trying to publish but
it's like constant rejection.
I've applied to every fucking job
in the Non-Contiguous
United States, and nothing!
Five years man, five fucking years.
And 75 fucking thousand
dollars worth of student loans.
- I know.
- No, you don't know, 'cause
you haven't even defended yet.
And you don't have any debt.
- I have debt.
- Yeah, peanuts.
Whoa!
- Oh shit.
First aid's in the glove compartment.
- Is there any weed?
How am I gonna replace my bike?
- You know what we need man?
- A miracle?
- A vacation.
- No, no we don't need a
vacation, what we need is a job.
- What do you want me to do with the bike?
All right, I'll pick you up
4:00, 4:15, it depends on
what time I get out of
the meeting with Williams.
- Have fun with the chipmunk.
- Shit.
- So, I know.
- Okay,
so, yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
I'm struggling with this.
- Well, don't struggle, write.
- Right.
- I'm not being hard on you Travis.
- Devin.
- Devin, for my sake.
- Oh, I understand.
- No, you don't.
I mean, you don't understand.
Houghton wants to hire you.
- What?
- What?
Yes, Houghton, they want to hire you.
- They wanna hire me?
- Houghton wants to hire you.
- What do you, they haven't contacted me?
- They will, probably today.
You're their top choice,
unless you entirely botch this,
the job is yours.
- I'm their top choice?
- They're considering two other people.
One is from Ohio, I think they said.
And the other is an ex-student
of mine, Caleb Moore.
Not really the best student in the world,
a bit of a hot head, actually, paranoid,
he dropped me as his advisor
when I told him that his thesis proposal
was only tangentially philosophical.
He then went on to accuse
me of stealing his ideas.
Hasn't really published
anything, I'm not really sure
why they're considering him at all.
You don't know him, do you?
- No, yeah, a little.
- Anyway, the interview
should be fairly soon.
It's a bit of a rush job.
- Yeah, we have hung out a few times.
- All the applicants come
to the school for a single,
a day of onsite interviews.
- Everybody on one day?
That's insane.
I mean.
- What can I say?
Academia has become an abattoir.
And you my little lamb
are the freshest meat.
- Okay, so, this, this, and this,
and then,
this.
This is Rawls' Difference Principle.
It says that social and
economic inequalities
are morally acceptable
only if they benefit
the least advantaged members of society.
Thoughts?
Yeah.
- Is this gonna be on the mid term?
- Did the chipmunk say anything else?
- No.
Look, dude, I don't want
this to fuck with our--
- Look, man, we each have
a one in three chance
of getting this job, right?
Right?
- Right, yeah.
Yes, yes, right.
- You and me and this dude from Ohio.
He's a he, right?
- I don't know, I don't know
anything about him or her.
- You do the best interview you can do,
I'm gonna do the same.
This chick, or dude from
Ohio's gonna do the same,
whoever gets it gets it.
So that's that.
And we can take old Bertha here.
- All right, one condition.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- We go camping afterwards.
There's this great spot
right outside Houghton.
- No, I can't.
- Why?
But I already reserved a
spot for us, it's a yurt,
it's gonna be awesome.
- What the fuck is a yurt?
Hey, make a quick stop at--
- We're not stopping for weed.
- Come on, man.
- I don't want it in the car.
- I need it to.
- No.
- Fuck man, why not?
- Because I'm not getting pulled over
and ruining my chances at this job.
- Our chances.
- Same thing.
- Look, no one is gonna get pulled over,
you're being paranoid.
- No, I'm not, I just think about--
- I just said I'd fucking
go camping with you,
and you're not gonna let
me grab a little weed?
Clam my nerves, do my
best before the interview,
not ruin my chance?
Come on, man.
All right, be right back.
- Okay.
Hey, just hurry up.
Jesus.
Hey.
- Oh, you made that, nice one.
- Hey, out the window.
- What?
- Come on, man, that's not funny.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay,
just roll 'em all up,
leave mine down.
- Why?
Are you gonna smoke it out the window?
- Yes, I'll smoke out the window.
- Fucking better, dude.
You know, whenever we
finally leave this city
in gonna miss it.
- Not me, I fucking hate Madison.
Think I can drive the next leg?
- Hey,
did you get the email I sent
you the notes on your paper?
- Yeah, yeah, thanks.
- I didn't.
- You didn't?
I sent them.
- Didn't get 'em.
- I definitely sent them.
- Definitely didn't get 'em.
- Maybe check your spam.
- Dude, why would an
email that you sent me go?
You know what?
If you didn't wanna do it
just tell me, it's fine.
Just let me know.
Hey.
Look, man, I didn't--
- I don't appreciate being called a liar.
- I didn't call you--
- 'Cause I'm not a liar.
And I don't back stab, okay?
- Okay, all right, I'm sorry,
look, I didn't mean anything.
- You didn't mean anything?
- Okay, I meant something
and I shouldn't of.
I'm sorry, look, I'm just a
little stressed out by all this.
- It's okay.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Can I drive?
What?
- All right.
- All right.
- Just take it easy please.
- Yeah, I got it!
Oh,
we're losing some of your keys.
The earth has music for those who listen.
Santiana.
Santiana motherfucker!
Where are you going?
- I gotta drain the lizard.
Okay, I'll be right back, just stay here.
- Okay.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey, what's up?
Thanks for for doing this.
- Yeah, no problem, let's go.
- Oh, okay, yeah.
- Hey!
- Devin, what the fuck?
- Who the frick is this?
- Nah, it's my friend, he's cool.
- No, no, no, I said
nothing about a friend.
- Caleb, what the fuck are you doing?
- Hey friend, come on, get in the car.
- No, no, no, no.
What?
- It's not a big deal.
- Who the fuck are you?
I'm not getting in your car.
- Get the fuck into the car!
Oh my God, whoa, hey!
Get in.
- Are you serious?
- Yes, both of you.
- Okay, okay.
- Caleb, are you crazy?
Just do it!
- Just get in the passenger seat.
You get in the driver's seat, go.
- Fuck!
What the fuck, man?
Just let her call okay,
just let her fucking call.
Jesus, I told you just fucking.
You shoulda just been
waiting in the fucking car.
- Shh!
He's not answering.
- Shit.
- Shut up.
I'm gonna leave a message.
Hey Kai, it's your girl Mika,
so I got your boy up here,
and then all of a sudden this guy Darren--
Devin.
- Dar, my name's Darren.
- What the fuck are you saying Devin?
- Stop giving him a fake name.
- You stop!
- Wait, shut up both of you!
Kai, this guy Devin, or Darren,
or whoever the frick he is,
he looks like a prick bag.
So, if you could give me a call back
to know if this kosher, yeah, holler.
- Sometimes he responds
better if you text him.
- I ain't texting him.
- Shit.
- So,
what are we doing?
- I got it, drive.
- What?
- The keys are in the ignition, drive.
- No, I'm not driving.
- Drive.
- Why?
- Just fucking do it.
- So you guys are down
here from Madison for what,
a job interview?
- Yeah.
- What kinda job?
- Professor at Houghton.
- Oh, so yeah, to the UPA, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
- So, professor, for what?
- Philosophy.
- Wait, they have professors for that?
- Yeah.
- Well, didn't all the
philosophers like already die?
Drink your coffee.
- No, I don't want
caffeine before I sleep,
and cream upsets my st--
- Drink it.
Good.
So yeah, UP.
Don't they have universities
all over the country?
- Yes.
- Why wouldn't you get a job
in like California or something?
- Because it's virtually impossible
to get a teaching job anywhere.
- Maybe you're not any good at it?
- I've published, I have
excellent teaching evaluations.
In another decade I
would've had tenure by now
but the job market is flooded.
Academia is just a finely tuned machine
for the destruction of hope.
- Shit, I wish I could
spend all day reading books
and making a living off
of talking to students.
- Yeah, but, I am broke.
I have been for a long
time, I'm 70,000 in debt.
- For what?
- 'Cause, of student loans.
- Well why would you go to
college if you can't afford it?
- Because it's an investment?
- In what?
- In myself, in doing what
I love, in doing philosophy.
- Bad investment.
That was good.
Okay.
All right then.
So,
here
is little Miss Molly.
You philosophers can go now.
- Hey, you know of a good,
cheap motel around here?
Look, man, I'm sorry, okay?
It'll all be fine though,
we'll be fine, everything--
- It smells like a goddamn
muskrat carcass in here.
My stomach's in fucking knots.
- Oh, well, hang on, I,
no, all I got is this.
I was gonna shower, but you can.
Hey!
What the fuck?
- I leave in 10 minutes.
- What time is it?
- 10 minutes.
- Mm-hmm.
Fuck, fuck!
Yo, where's the weed?
You threw it away?
Shit man!
Shit!
Why?
Why?
Fuck.
- Where's the Molly?
Where'd you put it?
- I got it.
- I swear, if I feel.
- It's fine man, it's
fucking fine, it's fine!
Jesus!
Fuck!
All right.
- And the winner of the first round
of the meat raffle is number 23.
Number 23 come get your meat here.
♪ K, is this R-T my man ♪
♪ I've got some friends ♪
- I'll have another round,
and a fresh water too.
♪ I'll grab the whip, find something new ♪
- It went that well?
- Yeah, it went the best.
I mean yeah, it went okay.
Who knows, you know?
Gotta wait to find out.
- Yeah.
- Come on, man, don't be
sour, I'm sure your interview
went a lot better than you think it did.
Look man, shit, okay, you
haven't even defended yet.
You've got plenty of time to
find plenty of other jobs.
Believe me, you are gonna
be in a much better position
than me in the future.
I mean, you.
- You don't understand.
Yeah, I do.
- No.
You don't.
- Shit, we're gonna go camping, okay?
That's gonna fix everything.
No, no, we're not.
- Oh no, no, I'm making you go with me.
Look man.
- Fuck off!
- Whoa, whoa.
Dude you need to cool
your boots, all right?
- No, you need to.
- Cool, cool your boots.
Round two of the meat raffle
goes to number three.
- I'm gonna take a piss.
Number three
come get your meat here.
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ To earth ♪
♪ You stay to cool the earth ♪
♪ You can't cool off ♪
Where were you
going to go camping?
♪ You'll find out earth ♪
♪ Save the way ♪
I said where were
you going to go camping?
- I'm sorry who the fuck are?
♪ Oh my God ♪
♪ Oh my God ♪
- I'm so sorry Professor McGinnis, hi.
- It's Jane.
- Jane.
♪ Goodnight moon ♪
♪ Welcome to earth ♪
♪ I said, goodnight moon ♪
- It's lamb.
♪ Welcome to earth ♪
Mm.
♪ I mean, goodnight moon ♪
- Where are you camping?
- We were gonna go to the Porkies.
- I should join you.
- Yeah, I'm sure you'd
have a really great time.
Oh, you're serious, I'm sorry.
- I'm a nature lover.
- Right.
Next round of
the meat raffle goes to 21.
- So I didn't see the other
candidate at the interview,
is he coming in?
- She.
- I'm so, I didn't mean to presume that.
- She's already interviewed.
- I see.
Number 21
you won the next round
of the meat raffle.
- Listen, Professor, Jane,
I was feeling rather ill earlier
and I just wanna assure you
that I can perform 10 times better.
- Invite me camping.
- Well,
sorry, isn't that a little?
- Unethical?
- Right, well I don't know, I
don't know whether we're going
or not, not whether.
- Out in the woods we can
discuss how your interview went
and much else.
♪ Ha ha ha yeah, yeah ♪
- Yeah.
- This is super unethical.
You think she wants to fuck us?
- What?
- 'Cause I'm not doing a threesome, okay,
I'm telling you right now, all right.
- But you'd fuck her solo?
- Is she even on the hiring committee?
Christ, she thinks we're in
a River Runs Through It.
- Yeah, but she's kinda hot.
Pop the trunk.
- It's unlocked.
Morning Jane,
hope it's not too early.
Nope.
Got you a coffee.
I don't take stimulants.
- Yeah, I figured, except for
personal use, I don't either.
Here, let me get your bag.
I got it.
- Why don't you take the front?
No thanks.
- Hi.
Hey, Caleb.
- Shh!
- Hey, Caleb, why do you only wear briefs?
- What?
- Briefs.
I never see you wear boxers
or boxer briefs, only briefs.
- Why do you care?
- I don't know, I just never known a guy
to only wear briefs.
The boxer brief, infinitely
superior to the brief.
Have you tried it?
- The boxer brief?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I tried it.
- And?
- I eschewed it.
- You eschewed it, what
are you Lord Byron?
- Okay, if you must know
I have testicle problems.
- What?
- Testicle!
- What are you talking about?
- I don't wanna talk about it.
- Like do you wear 'em to sleep or?
- I just said, I don't
wanna fucking talk about it?
- Why not?
- 'Cause they're my!
'Cause they're my fucking testicles, man.
You wanna tell me about yours?
- Yeah, what do you wanna know about 'em?
- Bupkis.
- What do you do with morning wood?
- Fuck man!
I said I think we're almost there.
Almost.
- You guys wanna go in
together and get the keys?
- You go ahead, Caleb
and I will get water.
- Yeah.
- Unscrew your cap, I'll pump.
- Okay,
just.
- Get it up on there.
- Oh, yeah.
- So, what do you make
of your friend Devin?
- He's nice.
- Yes, but what is your assessment of him?
- I'm not sure.
I'm not sure I know what you mean?
- As a scholar?
- Well, he's all right, but.
- Yes?
- I don't want to speak poorly of him.
- Speak objectively.
- Yeah, well I,
you know I think his work
is mostly just an
elaboration of his advisors.
- Williams?
- Yeah, I know Williams
will often help him
avoid big mistakes, and got him
his one and only publication.
Sort of on track with the
rest of his life trajectory.
- What do you mean?
- Well, he's my closest
friend, I love him to death,
so I feel not right saying this, but,
he's basically a child
of the privileged class.
And since he's black he's been
afforded all the advantages
that properly belong to
blacks at lower income levels,
but he's far from the advantaged.
I mean, I can assure you,
he didn't earn that car.
It's a present from daddy.
You know,
he's basically an Oreo.
- A what?
- You know,
black on the outside, white on the inside.
I can carry those, man.
- Nope, nope, I got both.
Getting two helps with the balance.
- Ah.
- Okay, so, I guess the trail's that way.
- Yeah.
- Pick it up!
- Ah!
Fuck.
I think we got a leak here.
- Give me the keys,
I'll go back into town,
get us some bottled waters.
- Nonsense!
Devin maybe give the leaking one to Caleb,
I'll take this one.
- No, it's okay, I got it.
- No, we got it.
- Like your thinking Jane, oh, shit!
This one really is leaking.
- Yes, it is.
There.
- Yeah, looks great.
- Yeah.
- Not too shabby.
- Yeah, Devin and I will
take this set, I got top!
- Actually, I'll take the--
- Actually.
- Yes?
- Actually, yes, I can take--
- I'll take this top bunk.
Of course.
- Sure.
- And one of you will sleep below me.
- You want one of us?
- To sleep underneath me.
- Are you sure?
- I mean, wouldn't you
be more comfortable?
- Yeah, be more comfortable.
Stuff all over, you know?
- Yeah, it'd be more.
- Comfortable?
Yeah.
- Yeah.
- I need a presence below me
to sleep well in the woods.
- What about your stuff?
- I'll put it up on this top bunk.
- Okay.
- My stuff should be above someone too.
- Where are we?
- Who's sleeping?
- Below me I would like Devin to sleep,
Caleb, you sleep here.
Great, unpack, then we'll eat.
- Hey.
- Yeah, what?
- No, fuck.
- Yeah, no, no sex.
- No hanky.
- Of course.
We've entered a deep place.
- Shit!
Was that a bear?
- It's was a wolf!
- I'm afraid of bears.
- Oh.
- Fucking early bird.
- So, Jane, I know you work
on feminist epistemology.
- I do.
- Yeah!
Do you have a follow-up?
- Probably should do a follow-up.
I mean, I was just gonna
ask like you know, just.
Hmm, the.
- Go ahead, Devin.
Yes, please.
- I mean.
- Go on, just say it, man.
No need to be nervous, just ask.
- Ask!
- What do you make of the
critiques on the entire notion
of feminist epistemology as opposed to
just straight epistemology?
I mean, I don't mean to
denigrate your work at all.
It's just, I'm asking purely--
- It's a good question.
It is?
- A good, and brave question.
Is it?
- It takes guts to ask.
It does.
- It does?
- As you might guess, I'm
unsympathetic to those critiques.
- Of course.
- I'm actually at work
on a paper that addresses
some recent criticisms
from a series of authors
that most forcefully
present your question.
So, basically I start with the question
of how to evaluate.
- You are so fucking lucky!
- Luck's got nothing to do with it, baby.
- Okay.
Ready?
Make sure you get in buddy.
Yeah, yeah.
- Ready?
Let's push.
Okay, ready?
- Yeah.
- We got it Jane, one second.
There we go, so fishing
life, this is, oh, okay.
What was it like?
- It?
- The interview process.
Oh.
- Oh, great.
- It was great.
- It was fine.
- Can you be just a
little bit more specific?
- Is there something specific
you want us to discuss?
- It's a new system we're trying,
bringing in more than one
candidate at the same time,
like certain British universities.
I imagine it was a bit stressful.
- Not really.
- It was.
A little.
I mean, I could've performed better.
- Yeah, could've as well.
- At least no one asked
you to interview on a bed.
- What do you mean?
- You two just don't realize
how privileged, nevermind.
- No, Jane, please, share.
- You don't have to
tell us anything, Jane.
- It's not just one thing.
- Can you be more specific?
- Let's see, more specific.
How 'bout when during grad
school your professors
and colleagues dismiss
your claims as stupid,
trivial, and unimportant.
Or when you get a little bit of success
be it in teaching, or
publishing, it's attributed to
the fact that you likely
are fucking someone.
Or when during your job search
multiple hiring committee members
hit on you and pass it
off to the guys of a joke.
Or when you finally do get
the job you are expected to be
grateful that you even have an office.
So, you shouldn't complain
about the fact that it's filthy
or in another building.
Or when at said institution you receive
high teaching evaluations, but
the chair of the department
attributes it to your good looks.
When every single interaction with a male
in your discipline is
shrouded under the cloud of,
is this person sexually attracted to me?
Or will I realize that
they're attracted to me,
or will he think that
I'm attracted to him?
And then you start to
question your own self
and ask, am I being too sexual?
Or maybe I'm just overreacting,
or maybe I'm not even
a good philosopher, and
maybe I should just quit.
- So Jane, how do you
know this area so well?
- A friend of mine lives close by.
We camp here together sometimes.
- Nice.
Yeah, I was wondering.
Yes?
- It's nothing.
- You sure?
- Woo, yeah, I'm fine, it'll pass.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- What's the matter with you?
- It's the testicle problem.
- Shut the fuck up.
- You're playing.
- What's happened?
- It's nothing.
- Did you sprain something?
- No, I'm fine, fine, I'll be fine.
- We can rest for a moment.
Woo, walking helps.
- What's happened?
- Testicle problems.
Is there a hospital nearby?
- I don't need to go to
the fucking hospital, okay?
I've been through this, it'll pass,
I just need to lay here for a bit.
- Were you wearing briefs?
- Let's stop at Union Bay.
Oh easy on the
turn, easy on the turn.
- Caleb, I think you should stay here.
- No, I'm fine, I'm all right.
- I want you to stay here, recuperate,
Devin and I won't be long.
- Devin, quick word.
- Yeah.
Hey man, are your balls okay?
- What the fuck are you trying to do?
- What are you talking about?
- Making me look bad in front of McGinnis.
- What?
- For every man there's a bait
he can't resist swallowing.
Fuck, quoting Nietzsche and
shit, what the fuck is that?
- She's weird.
Look, you were the one who said hey--
- Just don't sabotage, okay?
- I'm not.
- Just don't, okay,
just promise you won't.
- Fine, I promise, you happy?
- You like Caleb, do you?
- Yeah.
- You think he's a good philosopher?
- A good philosopher?
Mm-hmm.
- I don't know if I should comment.
- Why not?
He did.
- He did?
Yes.
- What'd he say?
- I won't say.
- But you want me to
share my thoughts on him?
- I do, it's only fair, I
won't tell him, of course.
- Why do you want this?
Hmm?
- This job, why do you want this job?
- To show people.
- Show who?
- Colleagues, friends.
Doubters.
Anyone who looks me and
thinks oh, there's a black guy
in a white profession, of
course he's gonna do well,
it's easy for him.
But then they wanna hang out
with me because it's cool,
or progressive, or something like that.
Like, hey look at me,
I got a black friend.
You know they'll invite me to
drink, or to play basketball,
but, they never invite me
to their study sessions.
Or take my questions seriously.
- Listen, I wanna tell you.
- Caleb's a mediocre philosopher.
He's not very original and yet
he's always critiquing things
on being unoriginal.
As you can tell, he's got a temper.
I mean, he's like a time bomb.
One moment from now he's gonna be like,
oh, that's so unjust.
Or, fuck those rich
conservatives, when really he,
he treats people like shit.
- Why are you?
- I'm his friend because
I looked up to him
as an incoming grad student,
because he seemed to know
what he was talking about when he doesn't.
And he does drugs.
- Let's go back.
- Yeah.
Fuck.
- Hey.
Have any ibuprofen?
- Oh, I'm feeling better now.
It's for me.
- Oh, yeah.
It's in the trunk, it's in
my backpack, I'll get it.
Oh, I got it.
- You all right man?
- Where exactly?
Yeah.
- It's in the right side pouch.
You look upset.
Oh Jane, it's in the left,
it's in the left side pouch,
left not the right.
- That's where I looked in
the first place, got it.
Okay, let's go.
- Trout time.
- I wanna do something with you two.
No, sit.
Put out your hands.
Now close your eyes.
Now open them.
- Oh shit.
- What is it?
- This is ecstasy, right?
- These aren't.
- It's Caleb's Molly.
- Fuck you, man.
Jane these aren't mine,
and they're vitamins.
- Oh, are they now?
- Yes.
- Well,
I want you boys to take your vitamins.
- Okay, this is freaking me out.
- Sit.
I'll do it with you.
You will?
- You will?
- Yes.
- Holy shit.
- Your turn.
- Oh, mama, Devin, I.
- Fuck it.
- That's a good boy.
- Double fuck it.
- Good boy.
- Wow, I think I feel it.
- You can't yet, man.
- Why?
- 'Cause it takes like up to an hour.
- Oh.
- Sit down.
Now, I'm going to go to the outhouse
and when I come back we
will feel good together.
'Kay.
- 'Kay.
- You feel anything yet?
- No.
- Me neither.
God, I hope this isn't
laced with anything.
- Knowing Kai, it's not.
- I hope it isn't.
- It isn't.
- I hope not.
- It ain't.
- God, I hope not.
- Fuck, man.
- What?
- Shit.
Look, I'm gonna,
I wanna say something.
- Okay.
- It's not good.
- All right, say it bro.
- I feel terrible.
- It's okay, I'm here for ya buddy.
- I just.
- What bro?
- I'm a terrible friend.
- What?
Come on dog, no, you're not.
You're an awesome friend.
Amazing!
Fucking incredible.
- I'm not.
- You are!
- I called you an Oreo to McGinnis.
- A what?
- Black on the outside,
white on the inside.
- Fuck outta here, you did.
- I did, man, I did.
I'm a rotten piece of
shit, I'm a miserable shit.
I'm a piece of shit!
And you mean so much to me, man, I just,
I got caught up in the
whole thing, and I said.
- What?
You did?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- Just please forgive me.
- I don't understand why
you would say that to her?
- Please, please forgive me.
I'm shit, and you're amazing.
- It's okay.
It's okay, man, I forgive you.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Thank you, God.
- Yeah, dude.
You are the best
friend, you are the best friend.
- Oh.
- I think it's working.
- Yeah!
Oh man, Caleb.
- Yeah?
- You know what?
- What?
- Before we left on this trip.
- Yeah?
- Williams told me that
he heard from Houghton
that I was gonna get the job.
Innit that crazy?
- Ow.
Oh my God.
- Ow, motherfuck.
Oh, my God, mother of shit.
- Goddammit motherfucker.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- I fucking hate you, motherfuck!
- Me?
- Yeah.
- Me?
- Yeah, you, you backstabbing, cocksucker.
- Oh, I don't believe, you
know what, fuck this man.
You want a piece of me,
you piece of turkey.
- Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck, ow, ow, ow.
- Yeah, fuck you.
Ow, fuck.
- Come on, come on!
- Wait, boys, what the
fuck is wrong with you two?
- He started it!
- Like hell I did.
- Shut the fuck up.
- No, I won't.
- Shut the fuck up.
- That's right, you tell him, Jane.
- You too.
Drop the weapons!
This is supposed to be
Molly, why are you two
behaving like this?
- Oh my God you're right oh it
must be laced with something.
It's not laced
- Like angel dust
or something.
- Motherfucker.
- That's why there was
an angel on the tablet.
- No, no, the angel is a symbol
of transcendent annihilation.
- Listen to me, neither
of you has the job.
- What?
- What, how come?
- The internal candidate has it.
- Internal candidate.
- No, what about?
- What about the Ohio guy?
- He's a girl!
He's a she?
- She's a she, and she
is an internal candidate.
- I.
- Why Jane?
- I.
Why.
- I.
Why what?
- Why did the department bring us here?
Why did you invite yourself
on our camping trip?
Why, motherfucking, why?
- I'm sleeping in the car
tonight, I'll get these
back to you in the morning.
- What?
Where the fuck are you going, Jane?
- Just give it up, man.
- No, Jane, wait.
Just, ah, oh, my, oh.
- You know I didn't want
a three-way anyway, Jane!
Oh my God.
- Fuck!
Dear Caleb and Devin,
my friend picked me up.
I'm sorry things turned
out the way they did.
And I hope you two can either
reconcile your differences
or, fuck you, Jane.
- I wanted to let you know that
I'm the internal candidate.
- She's the, she's the!
- I knew it.
I knew it.
I fucking knew it.
I fucking knew it.
I fucking knew it.
I fucking knew it.
Where are the keys?
Huh, where are the fucking keys, Jane?
Where are the fucking keys, you.
Goddammit!
Where are the fucking
keys you fucking fuck?
Goddammit, Jane!
Where are the keys?
- Great.
- Let's go.
Come on.
Look.
- Huh?
- Look.
♪ Ah ♪
♪ And I ain't no drunk he said ♪
♪ You look like you think
you're already dead ♪
♪ When he tattooed his own hand ♪
♪ He put his self right back again ♪
♪ Ah oh oh oh, he said ♪
♪ Boy, you live in a dream,
you live in a dream ♪
♪ Whoa oh oh, he said ♪
♪ Boy, you live in a dream,
you live in a dream ♪
♪ I looked down and I was nude ♪
♪ I've been keeping a secret
from the neighborhood ♪
♪ He said I'll leave your ass right here ♪
♪ And push you guys, little
boy and I will steal ♪
♪ Oh, oh he said ♪
♪ Boy, you live in a dream,
you live in a dream ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, and he said ♪
♪ Boy, you live in a dream,
you live in a dream ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ah ♪
♪ Ah ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ah ♪
♪ Ah ah ♪
♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ah ♪
♪ How's the college go in on itself ♪
♪ Didn't you know I saw somebody else ♪
♪ Took a wife in a vain ♪
♪ Just to soothe myself ♪
♪ I prayed to the North ♪
♪ I prayed to the South to the South now ♪
♪ And she said ♪
♪ Boy, you live in a dream,
you live in a dream ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, oh ♪
♪ She said ♪
♪ Boy, you live in a dream,
you live in a dream ♪
♪ And he said ♪
♪ Boy, you live in a dream ♪
♪ And he said ♪
♪ Boy, you live in a dream ♪
♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ♪
♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ♪
♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ He said ♪
♪ Ah ah ah ♪
♪ She said ♪
♪ He said ♪
♪ Ah ah ah ♪
♪ She said ♪
♪ He said boy, live in a dream ♪
♪ She said ♪
♪ Living in a dream ♪
♪ Living in a dream ♪
♪ He said ♪
♪ She said ♪
♪ Living in a dream ♪
♪ Living in a dream ♪
♪ He said ♪
♪ Like that every girl is really mean ♪
♪ And that moms will cry ♪
♪ If and when their son's doing drugs ♪
♪ So now a child is
kicking out on the scene ♪
♪ Like some insane hippy bitch, oh yeah ♪
♪ And nobody knows what it means ♪
♪ Nobody cares what we do ♪
♪ Ah oh ah oh ah oh oh oh oh ♪
♪ Ah oh ah oh ah oh oh oh oh ♪
♪ Sometimes I feel ♪
♪ Like I'm way behind my age group ♪
♪ Hey man it's not that cool ♪
♪ Unless they pay you ♪
♪ But Andy walks around with
that gold chain on his neck ♪
♪ He don't get no respect ♪
♪ He don't get no respect ♪
♪ He don't get no respect ♪
- Ready?
- Serve the ball.
- Okay, fine.
- Come on!
- Okay.
- Ow!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey did you hear back from Houghton yet?
- Not yet, you?
- Huh?
- I said, not yet, and you?
- I said, did you?
- I said I haven't yet, have you?
- I said, did you hear back from Houghton?
Man,
I'm tired of being fucking broke!
- What are you doing?
- What can I do?
- There's a recycling
bin across the street.
- I'm trying to publish but
it's like constant rejection.
I've applied to every fucking job
in the Non-Contiguous
United States, and nothing!
Five years man, five fucking years.
And 75 fucking thousand
dollars worth of student loans.
- I know.
- No, you don't know, 'cause
you haven't even defended yet.
And you don't have any debt.
- I have debt.
- Yeah, peanuts.
Whoa!
- Oh shit.
First aid's in the glove compartment.
- Is there any weed?
How am I gonna replace my bike?
- You know what we need man?
- A miracle?
- A vacation.
- No, no we don't need a
vacation, what we need is a job.
- What do you want me to do with the bike?
All right, I'll pick you up
4:00, 4:15, it depends on
what time I get out of
the meeting with Williams.
- Have fun with the chipmunk.
- Shit.
- So, I know.
- Okay,
so, yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
I'm struggling with this.
- Well, don't struggle, write.
- Right.
- I'm not being hard on you Travis.
- Devin.
- Devin, for my sake.
- Oh, I understand.
- No, you don't.
I mean, you don't understand.
Houghton wants to hire you.
- What?
- What?
Yes, Houghton, they want to hire you.
- They wanna hire me?
- Houghton wants to hire you.
- What do you, they haven't contacted me?
- They will, probably today.
You're their top choice,
unless you entirely botch this,
the job is yours.
- I'm their top choice?
- They're considering two other people.
One is from Ohio, I think they said.
And the other is an ex-student
of mine, Caleb Moore.
Not really the best student in the world,
a bit of a hot head, actually, paranoid,
he dropped me as his advisor
when I told him that his thesis proposal
was only tangentially philosophical.
He then went on to accuse
me of stealing his ideas.
Hasn't really published
anything, I'm not really sure
why they're considering him at all.
You don't know him, do you?
- No, yeah, a little.
- Anyway, the interview
should be fairly soon.
It's a bit of a rush job.
- Yeah, we have hung out a few times.
- All the applicants come
to the school for a single,
a day of onsite interviews.
- Everybody on one day?
That's insane.
I mean.
- What can I say?
Academia has become an abattoir.
And you my little lamb
are the freshest meat.
- Okay, so, this, this, and this,
and then,
this.
This is Rawls' Difference Principle.
It says that social and
economic inequalities
are morally acceptable
only if they benefit
the least advantaged members of society.
Thoughts?
Yeah.
- Is this gonna be on the mid term?
- Did the chipmunk say anything else?
- No.
Look, dude, I don't want
this to fuck with our--
- Look, man, we each have
a one in three chance
of getting this job, right?
Right?
- Right, yeah.
Yes, yes, right.
- You and me and this dude from Ohio.
He's a he, right?
- I don't know, I don't know
anything about him or her.
- You do the best interview you can do,
I'm gonna do the same.
This chick, or dude from
Ohio's gonna do the same,
whoever gets it gets it.
So that's that.
And we can take old Bertha here.
- All right, one condition.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- We go camping afterwards.
There's this great spot
right outside Houghton.
- No, I can't.
- Why?
But I already reserved a
spot for us, it's a yurt,
it's gonna be awesome.
- What the fuck is a yurt?
Hey, make a quick stop at--
- We're not stopping for weed.
- Come on, man.
- I don't want it in the car.
- I need it to.
- No.
- Fuck man, why not?
- Because I'm not getting pulled over
and ruining my chances at this job.
- Our chances.
- Same thing.
- Look, no one is gonna get pulled over,
you're being paranoid.
- No, I'm not, I just think about--
- I just said I'd fucking
go camping with you,
and you're not gonna let
me grab a little weed?
Clam my nerves, do my
best before the interview,
not ruin my chance?
Come on, man.
All right, be right back.
- Okay.
Hey, just hurry up.
Jesus.
Hey.
- Oh, you made that, nice one.
- Hey, out the window.
- What?
- Come on, man, that's not funny.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay,
just roll 'em all up,
leave mine down.
- Why?
Are you gonna smoke it out the window?
- Yes, I'll smoke out the window.
- Fucking better, dude.
You know, whenever we
finally leave this city
in gonna miss it.
- Not me, I fucking hate Madison.
Think I can drive the next leg?
- Hey,
did you get the email I sent
you the notes on your paper?
- Yeah, yeah, thanks.
- I didn't.
- You didn't?
I sent them.
- Didn't get 'em.
- I definitely sent them.
- Definitely didn't get 'em.
- Maybe check your spam.
- Dude, why would an
email that you sent me go?
You know what?
If you didn't wanna do it
just tell me, it's fine.
Just let me know.
Hey.
Look, man, I didn't--
- I don't appreciate being called a liar.
- I didn't call you--
- 'Cause I'm not a liar.
And I don't back stab, okay?
- Okay, all right, I'm sorry,
look, I didn't mean anything.
- You didn't mean anything?
- Okay, I meant something
and I shouldn't of.
I'm sorry, look, I'm just a
little stressed out by all this.
- It's okay.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Can I drive?
What?
- All right.
- All right.
- Just take it easy please.
- Yeah, I got it!
Oh,
we're losing some of your keys.
The earth has music for those who listen.
Santiana.
Santiana motherfucker!
Where are you going?
- I gotta drain the lizard.
Okay, I'll be right back, just stay here.
- Okay.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey, what's up?
Thanks for for doing this.
- Yeah, no problem, let's go.
- Oh, okay, yeah.
- Hey!
- Devin, what the fuck?
- Who the frick is this?
- Nah, it's my friend, he's cool.
- No, no, no, I said
nothing about a friend.
- Caleb, what the fuck are you doing?
- Hey friend, come on, get in the car.
- No, no, no, no.
What?
- It's not a big deal.
- Who the fuck are you?
I'm not getting in your car.
- Get the fuck into the car!
Oh my God, whoa, hey!
Get in.
- Are you serious?
- Yes, both of you.
- Okay, okay.
- Caleb, are you crazy?
Just do it!
- Just get in the passenger seat.
You get in the driver's seat, go.
- Fuck!
What the fuck, man?
Just let her call okay,
just let her fucking call.
Jesus, I told you just fucking.
You shoulda just been
waiting in the fucking car.
- Shh!
He's not answering.
- Shit.
- Shut up.
I'm gonna leave a message.
Hey Kai, it's your girl Mika,
so I got your boy up here,
and then all of a sudden this guy Darren--
Devin.
- Dar, my name's Darren.
- What the fuck are you saying Devin?
- Stop giving him a fake name.
- You stop!
- Wait, shut up both of you!
Kai, this guy Devin, or Darren,
or whoever the frick he is,
he looks like a prick bag.
So, if you could give me a call back
to know if this kosher, yeah, holler.
- Sometimes he responds
better if you text him.
- I ain't texting him.
- Shit.
- So,
what are we doing?
- I got it, drive.
- What?
- The keys are in the ignition, drive.
- No, I'm not driving.
- Drive.
- Why?
- Just fucking do it.
- So you guys are down
here from Madison for what,
a job interview?
- Yeah.
- What kinda job?
- Professor at Houghton.
- Oh, so yeah, to the UPA, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
- So, professor, for what?
- Philosophy.
- Wait, they have professors for that?
- Yeah.
- Well, didn't all the
philosophers like already die?
Drink your coffee.
- No, I don't want
caffeine before I sleep,
and cream upsets my st--
- Drink it.
Good.
So yeah, UP.
Don't they have universities
all over the country?
- Yes.
- Why wouldn't you get a job
in like California or something?
- Because it's virtually impossible
to get a teaching job anywhere.
- Maybe you're not any good at it?
- I've published, I have
excellent teaching evaluations.
In another decade I
would've had tenure by now
but the job market is flooded.
Academia is just a finely tuned machine
for the destruction of hope.
- Shit, I wish I could
spend all day reading books
and making a living off
of talking to students.
- Yeah, but, I am broke.
I have been for a long
time, I'm 70,000 in debt.
- For what?
- 'Cause, of student loans.
- Well why would you go to
college if you can't afford it?
- Because it's an investment?
- In what?
- In myself, in doing what
I love, in doing philosophy.
- Bad investment.
That was good.
Okay.
All right then.
So,
here
is little Miss Molly.
You philosophers can go now.
- Hey, you know of a good,
cheap motel around here?
Look, man, I'm sorry, okay?
It'll all be fine though,
we'll be fine, everything--
- It smells like a goddamn
muskrat carcass in here.
My stomach's in fucking knots.
- Oh, well, hang on, I,
no, all I got is this.
I was gonna shower, but you can.
Hey!
What the fuck?
- I leave in 10 minutes.
- What time is it?
- 10 minutes.
- Mm-hmm.
Fuck, fuck!
Yo, where's the weed?
You threw it away?
Shit man!
Shit!
Why?
Why?
Fuck.
- Where's the Molly?
Where'd you put it?
- I got it.
- I swear, if I feel.
- It's fine man, it's
fucking fine, it's fine!
Jesus!
Fuck!
All right.
- And the winner of the first round
of the meat raffle is number 23.
Number 23 come get your meat here.
♪ K, is this R-T my man ♪
♪ I've got some friends ♪
- I'll have another round,
and a fresh water too.
♪ I'll grab the whip, find something new ♪
- It went that well?
- Yeah, it went the best.
I mean yeah, it went okay.
Who knows, you know?
Gotta wait to find out.
- Yeah.
- Come on, man, don't be
sour, I'm sure your interview
went a lot better than you think it did.
Look man, shit, okay, you
haven't even defended yet.
You've got plenty of time to
find plenty of other jobs.
Believe me, you are gonna
be in a much better position
than me in the future.
I mean, you.
- You don't understand.
Yeah, I do.
- No.
You don't.
- Shit, we're gonna go camping, okay?
That's gonna fix everything.
No, no, we're not.
- Oh no, no, I'm making you go with me.
Look man.
- Fuck off!
- Whoa, whoa.
Dude you need to cool
your boots, all right?
- No, you need to.
- Cool, cool your boots.
Round two of the meat raffle
goes to number three.
- I'm gonna take a piss.
Number three
come get your meat here.
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ To earth ♪
♪ You stay to cool the earth ♪
♪ You can't cool off ♪
Where were you
going to go camping?
♪ You'll find out earth ♪
♪ Save the way ♪
I said where were
you going to go camping?
- I'm sorry who the fuck are?
♪ Oh my God ♪
♪ Oh my God ♪
- I'm so sorry Professor McGinnis, hi.
- It's Jane.
- Jane.
♪ Goodnight moon ♪
♪ Welcome to earth ♪
♪ I said, goodnight moon ♪
- It's lamb.
♪ Welcome to earth ♪
Mm.
♪ I mean, goodnight moon ♪
- Where are you camping?
- We were gonna go to the Porkies.
- I should join you.
- Yeah, I'm sure you'd
have a really great time.
Oh, you're serious, I'm sorry.
- I'm a nature lover.
- Right.
Next round of
the meat raffle goes to 21.
- So I didn't see the other
candidate at the interview,
is he coming in?
- She.
- I'm so, I didn't mean to presume that.
- She's already interviewed.
- I see.
Number 21
you won the next round
of the meat raffle.
- Listen, Professor, Jane,
I was feeling rather ill earlier
and I just wanna assure you
that I can perform 10 times better.
- Invite me camping.
- Well,
sorry, isn't that a little?
- Unethical?
- Right, well I don't know, I
don't know whether we're going
or not, not whether.
- Out in the woods we can
discuss how your interview went
and much else.
♪ Ha ha ha yeah, yeah ♪
- Yeah.
- This is super unethical.
You think she wants to fuck us?
- What?
- 'Cause I'm not doing a threesome, okay,
I'm telling you right now, all right.
- But you'd fuck her solo?
- Is she even on the hiring committee?
Christ, she thinks we're in
a River Runs Through It.
- Yeah, but she's kinda hot.
Pop the trunk.
- It's unlocked.
Morning Jane,
hope it's not too early.
Nope.
Got you a coffee.
I don't take stimulants.
- Yeah, I figured, except for
personal use, I don't either.
Here, let me get your bag.
I got it.
- Why don't you take the front?
No thanks.
- Hi.
Hey, Caleb.
- Shh!
- Hey, Caleb, why do you only wear briefs?
- What?
- Briefs.
I never see you wear boxers
or boxer briefs, only briefs.
- Why do you care?
- I don't know, I just never known a guy
to only wear briefs.
The boxer brief, infinitely
superior to the brief.
Have you tried it?
- The boxer brief?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I tried it.
- And?
- I eschewed it.
- You eschewed it, what
are you Lord Byron?
- Okay, if you must know
I have testicle problems.
- What?
- Testicle!
- What are you talking about?
- I don't wanna talk about it.
- Like do you wear 'em to sleep or?
- I just said, I don't
wanna fucking talk about it?
- Why not?
- 'Cause they're my!
'Cause they're my fucking testicles, man.
You wanna tell me about yours?
- Yeah, what do you wanna know about 'em?
- Bupkis.
- What do you do with morning wood?
- Fuck man!
I said I think we're almost there.
Almost.
- You guys wanna go in
together and get the keys?
- You go ahead, Caleb
and I will get water.
- Yeah.
- Unscrew your cap, I'll pump.
- Okay,
just.
- Get it up on there.
- Oh, yeah.
- So, what do you make
of your friend Devin?
- He's nice.
- Yes, but what is your assessment of him?
- I'm not sure.
I'm not sure I know what you mean?
- As a scholar?
- Well, he's all right, but.
- Yes?
- I don't want to speak poorly of him.
- Speak objectively.
- Yeah, well I,
you know I think his work
is mostly just an
elaboration of his advisors.
- Williams?
- Yeah, I know Williams
will often help him
avoid big mistakes, and got him
his one and only publication.
Sort of on track with the
rest of his life trajectory.
- What do you mean?
- Well, he's my closest
friend, I love him to death,
so I feel not right saying this, but,
he's basically a child
of the privileged class.
And since he's black he's been
afforded all the advantages
that properly belong to
blacks at lower income levels,
but he's far from the advantaged.
I mean, I can assure you,
he didn't earn that car.
It's a present from daddy.
You know,
he's basically an Oreo.
- A what?
- You know,
black on the outside, white on the inside.
I can carry those, man.
- Nope, nope, I got both.
Getting two helps with the balance.
- Ah.
- Okay, so, I guess the trail's that way.
- Yeah.
- Pick it up!
- Ah!
Fuck.
I think we got a leak here.
- Give me the keys,
I'll go back into town,
get us some bottled waters.
- Nonsense!
Devin maybe give the leaking one to Caleb,
I'll take this one.
- No, it's okay, I got it.
- No, we got it.
- Like your thinking Jane, oh, shit!
This one really is leaking.
- Yes, it is.
There.
- Yeah, looks great.
- Yeah.
- Not too shabby.
- Yeah, Devin and I will
take this set, I got top!
- Actually, I'll take the--
- Actually.
- Yes?
- Actually, yes, I can take--
- I'll take this top bunk.
Of course.
- Sure.
- And one of you will sleep below me.
- You want one of us?
- To sleep underneath me.
- Are you sure?
- I mean, wouldn't you
be more comfortable?
- Yeah, be more comfortable.
Stuff all over, you know?
- Yeah, it'd be more.
- Comfortable?
Yeah.
- Yeah.
- I need a presence below me
to sleep well in the woods.
- What about your stuff?
- I'll put it up on this top bunk.
- Okay.
- My stuff should be above someone too.
- Where are we?
- Who's sleeping?
- Below me I would like Devin to sleep,
Caleb, you sleep here.
Great, unpack, then we'll eat.
- Hey.
- Yeah, what?
- No, fuck.
- Yeah, no, no sex.
- No hanky.
- Of course.
We've entered a deep place.
- Shit!
Was that a bear?
- It's was a wolf!
- I'm afraid of bears.
- Oh.
- Fucking early bird.
- So, Jane, I know you work
on feminist epistemology.
- I do.
- Yeah!
Do you have a follow-up?
- Probably should do a follow-up.
I mean, I was just gonna
ask like you know, just.
Hmm, the.
- Go ahead, Devin.
Yes, please.
- I mean.
- Go on, just say it, man.
No need to be nervous, just ask.
- Ask!
- What do you make of the
critiques on the entire notion
of feminist epistemology as opposed to
just straight epistemology?
I mean, I don't mean to
denigrate your work at all.
It's just, I'm asking purely--
- It's a good question.
It is?
- A good, and brave question.
Is it?
- It takes guts to ask.
It does.
- It does?
- As you might guess, I'm
unsympathetic to those critiques.
- Of course.
- I'm actually at work
on a paper that addresses
some recent criticisms
from a series of authors
that most forcefully
present your question.
So, basically I start with the question
of how to evaluate.
- You are so fucking lucky!
- Luck's got nothing to do with it, baby.
- Okay.
Ready?
Make sure you get in buddy.
Yeah, yeah.
- Ready?
Let's push.
Okay, ready?
- Yeah.
- We got it Jane, one second.
There we go, so fishing
life, this is, oh, okay.
What was it like?
- It?
- The interview process.
Oh.
- Oh, great.
- It was great.
- It was fine.
- Can you be just a
little bit more specific?
- Is there something specific
you want us to discuss?
- It's a new system we're trying,
bringing in more than one
candidate at the same time,
like certain British universities.
I imagine it was a bit stressful.
- Not really.
- It was.
A little.
I mean, I could've performed better.
- Yeah, could've as well.
- At least no one asked
you to interview on a bed.
- What do you mean?
- You two just don't realize
how privileged, nevermind.
- No, Jane, please, share.
- You don't have to
tell us anything, Jane.
- It's not just one thing.
- Can you be more specific?
- Let's see, more specific.
How 'bout when during grad
school your professors
and colleagues dismiss
your claims as stupid,
trivial, and unimportant.
Or when you get a little bit of success
be it in teaching, or
publishing, it's attributed to
the fact that you likely
are fucking someone.
Or when during your job search
multiple hiring committee members
hit on you and pass it
off to the guys of a joke.
Or when you finally do get
the job you are expected to be
grateful that you even have an office.
So, you shouldn't complain
about the fact that it's filthy
or in another building.
Or when at said institution you receive
high teaching evaluations, but
the chair of the department
attributes it to your good looks.
When every single interaction with a male
in your discipline is
shrouded under the cloud of,
is this person sexually attracted to me?
Or will I realize that
they're attracted to me,
or will he think that
I'm attracted to him?
And then you start to
question your own self
and ask, am I being too sexual?
Or maybe I'm just overreacting,
or maybe I'm not even
a good philosopher, and
maybe I should just quit.
- So Jane, how do you
know this area so well?
- A friend of mine lives close by.
We camp here together sometimes.
- Nice.
Yeah, I was wondering.
Yes?
- It's nothing.
- You sure?
- Woo, yeah, I'm fine, it'll pass.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- What's the matter with you?
- It's the testicle problem.
- Shut the fuck up.
- You're playing.
- What's happened?
- It's nothing.
- Did you sprain something?
- No, I'm fine, fine, I'll be fine.
- We can rest for a moment.
Woo, walking helps.
- What's happened?
- Testicle problems.
Is there a hospital nearby?
- I don't need to go to
the fucking hospital, okay?
I've been through this, it'll pass,
I just need to lay here for a bit.
- Were you wearing briefs?
- Let's stop at Union Bay.
Oh easy on the
turn, easy on the turn.
- Caleb, I think you should stay here.
- No, I'm fine, I'm all right.
- I want you to stay here, recuperate,
Devin and I won't be long.
- Devin, quick word.
- Yeah.
Hey man, are your balls okay?
- What the fuck are you trying to do?
- What are you talking about?
- Making me look bad in front of McGinnis.
- What?
- For every man there's a bait
he can't resist swallowing.
Fuck, quoting Nietzsche and
shit, what the fuck is that?
- She's weird.
Look, you were the one who said hey--
- Just don't sabotage, okay?
- I'm not.
- Just don't, okay,
just promise you won't.
- Fine, I promise, you happy?
- You like Caleb, do you?
- Yeah.
- You think he's a good philosopher?
- A good philosopher?
Mm-hmm.
- I don't know if I should comment.
- Why not?
He did.
- He did?
Yes.
- What'd he say?
- I won't say.
- But you want me to
share my thoughts on him?
- I do, it's only fair, I
won't tell him, of course.
- Why do you want this?
Hmm?
- This job, why do you want this job?
- To show people.
- Show who?
- Colleagues, friends.
Doubters.
Anyone who looks me and
thinks oh, there's a black guy
in a white profession, of
course he's gonna do well,
it's easy for him.
But then they wanna hang out
with me because it's cool,
or progressive, or something like that.
Like, hey look at me,
I got a black friend.
You know they'll invite me to
drink, or to play basketball,
but, they never invite me
to their study sessions.
Or take my questions seriously.
- Listen, I wanna tell you.
- Caleb's a mediocre philosopher.
He's not very original and yet
he's always critiquing things
on being unoriginal.
As you can tell, he's got a temper.
I mean, he's like a time bomb.
One moment from now he's gonna be like,
oh, that's so unjust.
Or, fuck those rich
conservatives, when really he,
he treats people like shit.
- Why are you?
- I'm his friend because
I looked up to him
as an incoming grad student,
because he seemed to know
what he was talking about when he doesn't.
And he does drugs.
- Let's go back.
- Yeah.
Fuck.
- Hey.
Have any ibuprofen?
- Oh, I'm feeling better now.
It's for me.
- Oh, yeah.
It's in the trunk, it's in
my backpack, I'll get it.
Oh, I got it.
- You all right man?
- Where exactly?
Yeah.
- It's in the right side pouch.
You look upset.
Oh Jane, it's in the left,
it's in the left side pouch,
left not the right.
- That's where I looked in
the first place, got it.
Okay, let's go.
- Trout time.
- I wanna do something with you two.
No, sit.
Put out your hands.
Now close your eyes.
Now open them.
- Oh shit.
- What is it?
- This is ecstasy, right?
- These aren't.
- It's Caleb's Molly.
- Fuck you, man.
Jane these aren't mine,
and they're vitamins.
- Oh, are they now?
- Yes.
- Well,
I want you boys to take your vitamins.
- Okay, this is freaking me out.
- Sit.
I'll do it with you.
You will?
- You will?
- Yes.
- Holy shit.
- Your turn.
- Oh, mama, Devin, I.
- Fuck it.
- That's a good boy.
- Double fuck it.
- Good boy.
- Wow, I think I feel it.
- You can't yet, man.
- Why?
- 'Cause it takes like up to an hour.
- Oh.
- Sit down.
Now, I'm going to go to the outhouse
and when I come back we
will feel good together.
'Kay.
- 'Kay.
- You feel anything yet?
- No.
- Me neither.
God, I hope this isn't
laced with anything.
- Knowing Kai, it's not.
- I hope it isn't.
- It isn't.
- I hope not.
- It ain't.
- God, I hope not.
- Fuck, man.
- What?
- Shit.
Look, I'm gonna,
I wanna say something.
- Okay.
- It's not good.
- All right, say it bro.
- I feel terrible.
- It's okay, I'm here for ya buddy.
- I just.
- What bro?
- I'm a terrible friend.
- What?
Come on dog, no, you're not.
You're an awesome friend.
Amazing!
Fucking incredible.
- I'm not.
- You are!
- I called you an Oreo to McGinnis.
- A what?
- Black on the outside,
white on the inside.
- Fuck outta here, you did.
- I did, man, I did.
I'm a rotten piece of
shit, I'm a miserable shit.
I'm a piece of shit!
And you mean so much to me, man, I just,
I got caught up in the
whole thing, and I said.
- What?
You did?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- Just please forgive me.
- I don't understand why
you would say that to her?
- Please, please forgive me.
I'm shit, and you're amazing.
- It's okay.
It's okay, man, I forgive you.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Thank you, God.
- Yeah, dude.
You are the best
friend, you are the best friend.
- Oh.
- I think it's working.
- Yeah!
Oh man, Caleb.
- Yeah?
- You know what?
- What?
- Before we left on this trip.
- Yeah?
- Williams told me that
he heard from Houghton
that I was gonna get the job.
Innit that crazy?
- Ow.
Oh my God.
- Ow, motherfuck.
Oh, my God, mother of shit.
- Goddammit motherfucker.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- I fucking hate you, motherfuck!
- Me?
- Yeah.
- Me?
- Yeah, you, you backstabbing, cocksucker.
- Oh, I don't believe, you
know what, fuck this man.
You want a piece of me,
you piece of turkey.
- Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck, ow, ow, ow.
- Yeah, fuck you.
Ow, fuck.
- Come on, come on!
- Wait, boys, what the
fuck is wrong with you two?
- He started it!
- Like hell I did.
- Shut the fuck up.
- No, I won't.
- Shut the fuck up.
- That's right, you tell him, Jane.
- You too.
Drop the weapons!
This is supposed to be
Molly, why are you two
behaving like this?
- Oh my God you're right oh it
must be laced with something.
It's not laced
- Like angel dust
or something.
- Motherfucker.
- That's why there was
an angel on the tablet.
- No, no, the angel is a symbol
of transcendent annihilation.
- Listen to me, neither
of you has the job.
- What?
- What, how come?
- The internal candidate has it.
- Internal candidate.
- No, what about?
- What about the Ohio guy?
- He's a girl!
He's a she?
- She's a she, and she
is an internal candidate.
- I.
- Why Jane?
- I.
Why.
- I.
Why what?
- Why did the department bring us here?
Why did you invite yourself
on our camping trip?
Why, motherfucking, why?
- I'm sleeping in the car
tonight, I'll get these
back to you in the morning.
- What?
Where the fuck are you going, Jane?
- Just give it up, man.
- No, Jane, wait.
Just, ah, oh, my, oh.
- You know I didn't want
a three-way anyway, Jane!
Oh my God.
- Fuck!
Dear Caleb and Devin,
my friend picked me up.
I'm sorry things turned
out the way they did.
And I hope you two can either
reconcile your differences
or, fuck you, Jane.
- I wanted to let you know that
I'm the internal candidate.
- She's the, she's the!
- I knew it.
I knew it.
I fucking knew it.
I fucking knew it.
I fucking knew it.
I fucking knew it.
Where are the keys?
Huh, where are the fucking keys, Jane?
Where are the fucking keys, you.
Goddammit!
Where are the fucking
keys you fucking fuck?
Goddammit, Jane!
Where are the keys?
- Great.
- Let's go.
Come on.
Look.
- Huh?
- Look.
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