Knives and Skin (2019) Movie Script

Carolyn?

Carolyn, are you in there?

Are you listening

to your records?

Still doing your homework?

Are you still not talking to me?

Carolyn, open the door!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We're not going out there.

- Come on.

- No.

Okay, fine.

We can do it here but..

...I wanna put my glasses

in the car.

Just put 'em in your pocket.

No way. They're brand new.

Mom would kill me if they broke.

Keep 'em on.

I don't care.

I do care.

I actually don't wanna see

what's about to happen.

I could be behind you.

No.

I like it from the front.

You're such a nobody.

- Say my name.

- What?

What's my name?

Carolyn.

With a C.

Ow! Fuck!

Now I can find you in the dark..

...if we get separated.

- No kissing on the mouth.

- Come on.

You're really good at it.

Please.

Better than my girlfriend.

I'm not kissing you

on the mouth.

That's not how you do it.

No, no, no, no, no, don't stop.

Please.

- I wanna go home.

- No, we're not finished yet.

- I changed my mind.

- No, you promised.

- I changed my mind.

- Just..

- What is wrong with you?

- I wanna go home!

Find your own way home.

Stupid slut.

- I hate you!

- I hate you too!

I hate you with all my heart

right now!

Don't leave me alone like this.

My glasses.

Mom's gonna be so mad at me.

Help!

Help me!

Please!

Help me.

Please!

Help me!

Where are you?

Her mom called my house last

night looking for her.

Yeah, mine too.

You know, if she doesn't

show up soon

we're gonna need a new drummer.

And a new name.

I like Beaver Fever

or Bride of Blackness.

Come on. She'll show up.

Nobody ever leaves this place.

Besides, she never really cared

about the band anyway.

She almost never comes

to practice.

Speaking of practice, I can't

get together tonight.

Told Mrs. Kitzmiller I'd help

her with an alteration.

Sewing more pretty

pink dresses?

You might need a pretty pink

dress one day, and when you do

don't ask me to make it.

Joanna, a woman called for you

last night

after you went to bed.

What woman?

She was looking

for her daughter

uh, a friend of yours.

Cory, Kelly?

Carolyn.

We aren't really friends

anymore.

Honey, what happened

to your face?

You should see the other guy.

Hey, you can talk to me

about anything.

- I love that shirt.

- I hate this shirt.

I gave you that shirt.

It glows in the dark.

No, it doesn't.

- You've tried it.

- No.

- Plus the tag is itchy.

- Then cut the tag out.

I would never cut the tag out.

That would ruin it.

Hey, Doug, will you pick up

some glue

the good glue on your way home?

Store closes at 5:00

and I won't be done at the

restaurant until 11:00.

Sia switched shifts with Winnie

'cause her ex-husband

keeps coming in for early bird.

He just sits at the end

of the counter

tears streaming down his face

which makes Winnie

start crying too.

He always orders the same thing,

an orange pop with extra ice

and a Denver omelet.

I'll pick up your glue.

The good glue.

Oh, honey, aren't you gonna eat?

Of course not.

Well, more for us,

right, Baby Kevin?

Baby Skylar?

Thought it was Doug Jr.

or Shelby.

Tell it you love it.

You love it.

I thought your dad lost his job.

He did.

- Colleen.

- Here.

- Joanna.

- Here.

- Jason.

- Here.

- April.

- Here.

- Afra.

- Here.

So, Ms. Laughton had her baby?

Uh, I'm not sure. I guess there

were some complications.

The office just asked me

to fill in

for a few weeks

while she's gone.

Do we have a test?

Mrs. Laughton thought

that you all might need

a couple extra days

to prepare considering recent

events with that girl.

So, no.

It says here no test today.

When I was in high school,

a girl went missing too.

Nobody knew where she was for,

like, a week.

And then all of a sudden,

her body washed up

on the bank of the river

during our senior picnic.

What was her name?

I don't remember.

What's the name

of your missing girl?

Carolyn.

Please don't stop.

Finish the song.

We did.

It's over.

Fuck.

- Okay, that's enough.

- Five more seconds.

One send in the clowns,

two send in the clowns

three send in the clowns,

four send in the clowns

five send in the clowns.

What is your problem?

I don't like it

when you do that.

- Do what?

- Touch me.

- Well, how about you touch me?

- Why can't we just talk?

Talk?

I don't wanna talk to you.

And don't fuck up my jacket.

My dad said we should keep

our eyes peeled

look for anything unusual.

Like what?

I don't know

but I... I'm gonna keep my eyes

straight ahead.

You can look around

but if you see something

come back for it later, okay?

I already feel like

I might barf.

What are you guys talking about?

Death.

Death? That seems unlikely.

Abducted, maybe.

Run away, probably.

Running away just seems so much

more stressful than staying put.

I mean, what could you

reasonably manage to take

in terms of weight and mass

versus what would be left behind

that had no chance of ruining

your reputation?

When you're gone, people go

through your stuff.

Maybe she's just fed up.

I heard she was hooking up with

one of the football players.

- Which one?

- Who cares?

They're all stupid assholes.

They all can't be stupid

assholes.

Psyche.

We found this.

She's gonna need a new one.

Mind if I take a look around?

Why?

Okay, fine. You can look

but don't touch anything.

Okay, we're not supposed to be

in here.

She can't know

that we were in here.

How am I supposed to find

anything

if I can't touch anything?

I'll touch it for you.

You seeing anybody?

I mean, is there anyone

new around

that she's trying to avoid?

There's no one.

It's just me.

What about her?

Is she seeing anyone?

She's not allowed to date

until she's 16.

Is she seeing anyone?

I think she might be hooking up

with someone.

Or someones.

Do you need anything?

I can have Renee send over

a casserole.

I don't think it's time yet

for casserole.

What do you think

is going on here?

Every moment... since 11:47 p.m.

on Friday when she was not where

she was supposed to be..

...I've thought,

"Where are you?"

It's that thought running over

and over in my head.

"Where are..

Where are you?"

I'm thinking it right now.

Where are you?

My God, where are you?

Where are you?

Where the fuck are you?

Where are you?

Oh, honey,

can you help me with this?

What is it?

I'm making a flyer

for that missing girl.

I saw the ones her mother's been

putting up and they're hideous.

I'm not done yet

but I'm gonna need you to make

a bunch of copies and just hang

them everywhere.

Dad thinks it might help.

You spelled her name wrong.

Oh. Well, I'm not gonna start

over now.

I worked really hard on this.

Hey, do you think this dress

makes me look fat?

No.

The baby does.

Carolyn!

I'm gonna dial star 6-7

and then I'm gonna dial 3-1-1

because this may or may not be

an emergency.

And then I'm gonna hand

the phone to you.

- You owe me.

- What do you want?

- Grass.

- Gr... Gr... Gramma.

It helps me connect

with my body.

I'm modeling again

for art students

at the community college.

- Nude modeling.

- Hm.

3-1-1, how may I help you?

She was alive when I left.

Carolyn Harper.

Does this hurt?

Yeah.

Mom?

Charlotte's here.

Laurel's coming in

for a fitting today.

You know what to do.

I'll give you a manicure after.

I've got a new color for you.

It's called Bloodbath.

My mom usually starts at the

back by the zipper.

I know what I'm doing.

- Is she sick?

- What do you care?

I love this dress.

- What?

- I said I love this dress.

- Are you going to homecoming?

- No way.

Why not? Did the Swamp Thing ask

someone else?

Yes. You.

I'm in a serious relationship.

How serious?

Like, up the shirt?

Yes.

Down the pants?

Yes.

- Have you touched it?

- Of course.

All the time.

Have you touched it?

Yeah.

Duh. Like, constantly.

Don't worry. I won't tell anyone

what you just told me.

Wouldn't want people to think

you're a slut.

- I'm not a slut.

- Oh, so you're a tease.

I'm not a tease.

Well, if you aren't a cunty slut

and you aren't a bitchy tease

then what are you?

Huh? What are you?

I'm neither.

I'm nothing.

I'm nobody.

Yeah, me too.

So, why aren't you going to

homecoming?

I don't have anything to wear.

And homecoming is for dickheads.

I could loan you

something to wear

like a big black garbage bag.

Pink. I wear pink.

My favorite color is pink.

You're lying.

Smells like

fish and jizz in here

That's your vagina.

Get out!

Get out or I'll tell mom.

Yeah? Go! Tell mom.

Don't touch that doll, please.

One of her teeth fell out

earlier today

and I can't find it.

They're real teeth, you know?

How bad is it in here tonight?

Can you feel that?

Maybe it's the TV.

I could turn it off.

Is your father home?

Yeah.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

He's in the garage.

Where's gramma?

She's in Andy's room

watching porn, I think.

Could be home shopping.

No. Off. Off.

Get... get off!

What are you doing in there?

Planning my escape.

What's this?

I found a whole box of 'em

in the garage today

while I was looking for

my top hat.

I'm doing a kid's party

next weekend

and the trick with

the dead rabbit's

not as convincing

without the hat.

I did not find the hat.

But I found these.

And I found all my old

mix tapes.

You want 'em?

I don't have a tape player.

Oh.

Technically,

this is your mother's.

It was a present from me

many years ago.

She loved that thing.

Now there's no telling

what she loves.

I don't like messing

with her stuff.

No, no, no, no. Take it.

I won't tell her.

I used to tell her everything.

When are you gonna tell her

you lost your job?

- Shh.

- What do you do all day anyway?

Where do you go all dressed up

for work?

The quarry.

- Gross.

- No, it's... it's huge.

It's quiet.

I feel invisible, which is

basically how I felt at work

so it's, transition's been

pretty seamless.

Why? Where would you go?

I would go get another job.

I have another job.

- Show me something.

- Like what?

Make something move..

...that's not supposed to move

on its own.

Oh, I've never done that before.

Just try.

It's complicated.

- Dad.

- Alright.

Okay. Um..

Alright. Let me try again.

Okay.

I guarantee you none of them

gave a shit about her

until she went missing.

- We didn't either.

- That's not true.

She and I were friends

in seventh grade.

We shoplifted matching

angora sweaters.

Black with read hearts

and a teddy bear.

I started my period

at her house.

Laurel and Charlotte were there

that night too.

I bled all over her Beauty

and the Beast comforter.

Laurel hadn't started

her period yet

and she just sat there

staring at the stain

until Mrs. Harper took

the whole thing outside

and hung it on the clothesline.

It stayed there for,

like, a week

until she just threw it out.

Menstrual blood really gets

in there.

No telling how many underwear

I've lost over the years.

My dog used to dig them

out of the trash.

Well, that was seventh grade.

Okay, well, you rode

the band bus with her

to away games all last year.

Yeah, but I ignored her

just like everyone else.

But why?

She wasn't an asshole.

Actually,

she could be pretty mean.

So can you.

That's all we've got.

Settle down.

Settle down now.

As most of you know

Carolyn Harper's been missing

since Friday night and the

sheriff here would like

any information that

you might have.

Uh, if you know anything

or hear anything

let us know immediately.

As you can imagine,

her mother

Ms. Harper here is

very worried.

I'm gonna need another job

just to pay for these.

I'm not qualified to do

very much so..

I put more of these up

every day.

Nice ones.

Everywhere I go.

That's not cheap.

I don't want them to get hidden

among the lost cats and dogs

and ads for prescription

weight loss

and... some shitty

entertainment center

for sale type of thing.

She's missed three marching band

practices in a row.

She's gonna get kicked out.

I'm gonna, um..

I'm gonna get her an ice cream

cake for her birthday.

One of those expensive..

...cards that..

...um, plays a song.

Hi, Mrs. Harper.

How are you?

I'm a solid zero if not

less than.

How are you?

What's the smell?

I don't smell anything.

Roll up the window.

Oh, God. It's her.

She's here.

- I can smell her in here.

- Who?

Carolyn.

My daughter Carolyn.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Take off your shirt.

Where is she?

I don't know.

What do ya got?

Pastrami on rye with extra

mustard, macaroni salad

and a pickle.

I'd prefer a three-bean salad

and a small pop with no ice.

Do you want it or not?

Let me see.

Yeah.

Did you wash these?

Of course not.

Next time, no pale pink.

I hate a pale pink.

It's not really a pale pink.

- It's more of a dusty rose.

- Same thing.

I hate it. And I don't like

an underwire.

So do I give you a check

or a gas card?

Cash only.

You were warned!

All around, there is a sense

of death.

Let my voice

be a precaution forward.

I will rise..

...if only to hold you down.

Okay, that concludes the last

of the book reports.

Your next assignment

is to write a sonnet.

14 lines, iambic pentameter.

You must write about

some aspect of love

attraction

affection

longing

lust

heartache

loss.

This is wrong.

Mm.

This is wrong. Number 11.

I don't get it.

It's like you ace

all the really hard ones

and make small dumb mistakes

with all the others.

It's almost like

you're messing up on purpose.

Okay, the correct answer to

number 11

is blackbody radiation.

What?

The correct answer to number 11.

It's blackbody radiation. Duh.

Would you pay attention.

This isn't fun for me.

I don't wanna be here

any more than you.

I kinda look forward to it,

actually.

Ah, that's a good color on you.

It's called rotting corpse.

- Hi.

What are you working on?

Oh, a story problem.

It's kind of complicated.

A... a set of double Xs and...

Let me see.

You touched her.

She touched you.

All the way?

How was that?

It was okay.

Do you want to see it?

No.

Do you wanna touch it?

No.

She's a good kisser.

You kissed her?

On the mouth?

Mrs. Harper.

Don't talk.

I need to tell you

something else.

Don't talk.

I really hate it

when you take so long.

It's really hard

on my carpel tunnel

not to mention my TMJ.

Sorry.

I get distracted by your ring.

I'm careful

not to let it stack.

No, no, no, no.

It's not that.

It's, it makes me

think about your husband.

Sometimes I think

about him too.

What do you think

about him?

What do you think about him?

I don't know.

I wonder what he's doing.

If he's thinking of you

or he's worried about you

he wonders where you are.

What do you think about?

I think about, you know,

being with him.

- Sex?

- Yeah.

- Jesus.

- I can't help it.

It's just I..

It's been a while.

You love him, don't you?

Yeah. Always.

Does he love you?

I don't know.

You need new clothes.

I like it like this.

If you need some extra money,

you could probably sell my meds

to your friends at school.

I'm making good money

on my own.

How?

I sell underwear.

Fancy stuff?

Used.

Yours?

No.

Yours.

- Do you wash 'em?

- No.

Nobody wants to buy

clean underwear.

Who buys dirty underwear?

Builders, bankers

lawyers, doctors

dads, my history teacher.

- Disgusting.

- I try not to judge.

Your fingernails are disgusting.

Let me do them.

They're gross.

Really.

So trashy.

I should've been a manicurist.

They hold hands for a living.

I used to be really good

at holding hands.

I wouldn't want that job.

I'm not much of a

hand-holding kind of person.

What kind of

person are you?

I'm a good liar.

How much did

you make tonight?

Enough for half

of an illegal abortion

or early admit deadline

to Sarah Lawrence.

Well, what's your plan?

I can't tell ya.

It's a surprise.

You'll have to see it

to believe it.

What do you got?

Drunk tampons.

Vodka with a splash

of cranberry for drama.

Give me one.

I'm starving.

- You don't eat it.

- I know that.

I'm gonna trade it for

a hamburger at the snack bar.

It's not a freebie.

Ladies and gentlemen,

do not forget

to take advantage...

I have a very old condom,

unopened.

I was saving it for the new kid

but there isn't a new kid.

No.

You can try on my costume.

I'm very particular

about that.

No.

I got it.

What about..

Where did you get this?

My mom gave it to me.

Get ready, folks.

The second half

is about to start

as the Big River Beavers

take the field.

Let's go Beavers!

Sammy Barber

of the Prairie Bulldogs

completes the pass to Jim

at the 25 yard line

second down.

Let's go Beavers!

The Beavers started

their own 40.

First attempt.

Beaver's quarterback

Danny Luston

completes a pass to Sid Turner

for a first down.

Probably there won't be a later

seein' as nobody passes

in this game.

I was supposed to

sing the song tonight.

She smells like this.

What have you done with her?

Please don't be mad at me.

You tell me where she is!

Beavers touchdown!

Can I try that on?

- Help me.

- What?

Help me. Help me. Help me!

Okay. Okay.

If you find something,

stay with it

and yell, "Something"

as loudly as you can.

If you find Carolyn,

stay with her.

If she's okay, yell,

"I need the knife!"

as loudly as you can.

If she's not okay,

yell, "Give me some skin!"

as loudly as you can.

If you get lost or separated

or just feel like

you need some help

yell, "Girls just wanna

have fun!"

- Carolyn!

Wait, wait, wait.

Stay here with me.

I'm not wearing

the right shoes for this.

You need to pull it together.

Do I?

You know where

your children are.

- What are you doing here?

- Carolyn!

It's Carolyn's dress.

I'm wearing her bra too.

I must look ridiculous.

It's just a little fancy

for the occasion.

Carolyn!

Carolyn?

Carolyn!

- Carolyn!

Carolyn!

- Carolyn!

Carolyn!

- Ah!

- Oh!

Do you have it?

Do you?

It's worse than it looks.

I love you..

...Kevin or Skylar,

whoever you are.

Daddy loves you very much.

"For if the darkness

and corruption

"leave a vestige of

the thoughts that once I had

"better by far

that you should forget and smile

than you should remember

and be sad."

Okay, have a good day, guys.

Sonnets can be about

anything

anything you love except

for your phone.

Hey, how's your sonnet

coming along?

I don't know.

It's okay, I guess.

I'm having a hard time

writing about love.

Haven't you ever been in love?

Been in like?

Well, yeah, but nobody wants to

read a poem about like.

I would.

Like can be very powerful.

Say you like someone

just a little bit at first.

You're drawn

to something small about them

the way they stare at you

in class maybe

and you start to get curious.

You wonder what it would be

like to be alone with her.

You can't smoke in here.

You gonna tell on me?

No.

Charlotte!

Hey, Charlotte, wait.

Charlotte.

Look, I'm really sorry about

what happened in the hallway.

Hey, I'm sorry.

But I need to ask you something.

Yes.

You're a stupid asshole.

You look great.

I like your hat.

Can I get you a beer?

Sure.

I like your place.

Wow, you have a lot of books

and records.

How long have you been here?

About a year.

I used to live

with my girlfriend

but it didn't work out.

Oh, what happened?

I met someone else.

Are you gonna be okay?

What's this about?

This is shit.

We are shit.

I mean, you pay attention to me.

You say my name.

You, you touch me.

Nobody else does that.

But this is a shit move

and I have to stop making

shit moves.

I'm the shittiest

part of your life.

It's not personal.

You can't leave me.

Renee, I care about you.

I... I do, but... but I'm not

dumb.

Not that dumb.

This is your problem.

It's not mine.

But you are that dumb.

You're so fucking dumb.

Please get out of my car.

I want all my stuff back.

I don't have any of your stuff.

Please just get out.

I hear your

band needs a drummer.

There is no band.

Wait. You were right.

About what?

I was messing up on purpose.

I know that number 11 was

blackbody radiation.

So you were wasting my time.

No. I mean, I hope

I'm not a waste of your time.

Not a total waste.

Well, in that case,

I have to ask you something.

What?

Would you go to

homecoming dance with me?

- No.

- W... why not?

Homecoming is for dickheads.

No, no, not this year.

You see, last year

was for the dickheads.

This year

is for the stupid assholes.

Are you calling me

a stupid asshole?

- No.

- Like, is this a joke?

No.

I just can't.

Why not?

I don't like to dance.

Well, there's usually a fair

amount of slow dancing

which is mostly like

standing around.

And you're excellent

at standing around.

I don't have anything to wear.

Can I go to a party tonight?

- Whose party?

- Just some guy from school.

- Do you have a ride?

- Yeah.

What do I get if I say yes?

What do you want?

I want my underwear back.

I can't do that.

Uh, you could give me

a manicure.

Right now?

It's not really

that kind of a party.

Sit on the bed, actually.

That, that chair's broken.

So what's that?

Do you like it?

Not really.

Do you want a beer?

Uh, no, thank you.

No books?

No. What'd you tell your mom

and dad you were doing tonight?

I told my mom

I was going to a party.

Do you live here alone?

No.

Does your girlfriend

live here too?

No, it's just me

and my parents.

Why are you

so tough with her?

I told her she

could go to the party.

That's not what I meant.

I know.

Look, your path is your path

however, you've got nothing

but sharp turns ahead.

There's just no telling

what's coming along next

and very little can ever be

truly undone.

You have purpose

and your might is measured

by what you do now.

So... what do I do now?

You gotta wise up then rise up.

Push through this bullshit

with everything you've got.

You must fuckin'

get over it all.

The pink ones make my mom sick

to her stomach

so I'm pretty sure

those are for pain.

The big white ones

are muscle relaxers.

The blue ones are her

anti-anxiety

and the beige ones

are for weight loss.

Not that you need those exactly.

I'm not sure about the dosage.

How much?

First one's on me.

First one's on you.

Get off. Get off!

Oh.

Okay.

Open the door.

Open the door!

You just have to push it in

first and then pull it out.

What happened back there?

It was nothing.

Sex or drugs?

Drugs.

Grass?

No.

Got any?

No.

That's what your mother needs

instead of all that other junk.

She wasn't always like this,

you know?

I know.

You're a scrappy little bitch.

You remind me of myself.

I know that sounds cliche

and I hate cliches

more than I hate

a selfish lover, for instance.

One should not underestimate

cunnilingus.

You will not die from this.

It will almost kill you.

But you'll survive.

You're gonna be okay. Okay?

Okay.

Look at me. Joanna.

You're gonna be okay.

Okay.

Dad?

Mom!

What time is

your mom picking you up?

Like, ten minutes ago.

Hey, mom.

You have to drive.

Mom, I don't even have

my permit yet.

Drive the car!

Hey, where are you going?

I'm going home.

Get back in the car.

Mom, stop that.

- Stop!

- Come on.

- Let go!

- Ah!

Ah.

Give me some skin.

Give me some skin!

Ah. Ah..

Ah, uh..

She's barely recognizable

except for the teeth.

I know those teeth.

We're pretty certain

it was an accident

combined with heart failure.

She's young for a heart

condition, of course

but life can gut a person.

Can I stay in here tonight?

I don't want her to be alone.

I have to check on that.

Can I have her phone?

I'd like to have her phone.

We can't release that yet.

What about her glasses?

We didn't find any glasses.

Lisa.

Oh, okay.

Oh, my God.

You owe us an apology.

Apologize!

Was that even dad's fake baby?

Of course.

Say something.

What are you thinking?

You look like you're thinking

about something.

What is this about?

"Star Wars."

The movie?

The part where hologram

Princess Leia ask for help.

Come in.

My mom made this.

It's a lasagna and garlic bread.

Beef stew with biscuits.

I'm not at all sure

what this is.

You guys doin' okay?

- Yes.

Are you lying?

- Yes.

Sometimes I can still feel her

moving inside of me

like before her birth

which was unremarkable

aside from the mess.

I didn't even wanna touch her

when she first came out.

And now all I wanna do

is be able to hold her again.

People keep asking me

how I'm doing.

It's really annoying.

But I know eventually,

they'll stop asking

so I'm trying

not to be an asshole about it.

I don't know

what the fuck I'm doing.

What if I stop being able

to remember her accurately?

Like her crooked little toe

her terrible handwriting

her smell.

You girls, you should take

something of hers

so that you don't forget.

Take whatever you want.

I used to worry about her

so much when she wasn't with me.

It's the most crippling kind

of worry.

I suppose there'll be less

of that worry now.

There's so much regret.

I never asked her

what kind of funeral she wanted.

I never asked.

And so now what?

I'm useless.

Mrs. Harper, that's not true.

You taught us how to sing.

You can sing?

What is going on with you?

I've called you.

I've left messages.

Leave me alone.

- Seriously?

- Seriously.

Leave me alone.

You can't break up with me.

You treat girls like shit.

I'm Varsity first team

all-district for four years

and I drive a Mustang.

You treat girls like shit.

Why are you being

such a bitch right now?

I'm not a bitch.

I'm not a slut

and I'm not a tease.

You treat girls like shit.

I want my jacket back.

"A sweet delusion

of parted lips

"and for this task

"a blind eclipse of those things

"that once passed for lust.

"Sworn with whispered words

we forge a new weapon idea."

Who's next?

I'll go.

"Hey, Jo, we cool?

"I need some more blue ones.

"Those are the dollar sign

H-I-T.

"I thought about you long

and hard after you left.

"Or was it hard and long?

"LOL.

"I hope you don't mind.

"I could not help myself.

"Your mouth looked so hot

when you said, "Get off."

"BTW voulez-vous coucher avec

moi ce soir

is an example of iambic

pentameter."

Okay, that doesn't really fit

the theme of the assignment.

Yeah?

You gonna fail me?

Should I show the picture?

Yo! Jesse's on the roof!

Wha..

Jesse!

What are you doing up there?

Get down here right now!

Don't jump!

Mom likes you best!

There's never been

a better Beaver than you!

I don't think you're up there

high enough.

You'll probably just

break both legs

which would really interfere

with cross-country.

Unless you went down

head-first like a swan dive!

Jesse! Please don't jump!

You'll make a mess down here

and it's already

such a fucking mess down here!

I'm not going to jump!

Then what are you doing

up there?

I like the view!

Do not be a smartass.

You are really freaking us out!

I'm being serious!

From up here, I can see

the highway in the distance.

It's really far

but I can see it.

I need to know

there's a way out of this place.

Get down from there right now!

No!

Get down from there

or you're all suspended!

I prefer a three-bean salad

and a small pop with no ice!

Look, Mrs. Kitzmiller

has a strict policy

against returns.

- Take it.

- No.

Take it.

I don't need it but you might.

By the way, homecoming

is still for dickheads.

At least now you'll have

something to wear.

You know all that stuff

I told you?

Yeah.

I lied.

- Up the shirt?

- No.

Down the pants?

No.

Have you ever touched it?

No.

What about you?

I saw one once by accident.

What did it look like?

ET.

Why do you wear that shirt

if the tag is so itchy?

It's nice.

Nicer than

any of my other shirts.

Is he gone?

Yeah. He just picked up

the last of the boxes

you put in the driveway.

He left a few things behind.

He fucked up.

But so did I.

It feels good in here today.

It's not too bad.

Knives and Skin (2019) - full transcript