Society (1989) - full transcript
Bill is worried that he is 'different' to his sister and parents. They mix with other 'upper class' people while Bill is more down to earth. Even his girlfriend seems a bit odd. All is revealed when Bill returns home to find a party in full swing. Not for the weak of stomach.
♪♪ [woman vocalizing]
[woman screams]
[man laughing maniacally]
[ticking sound]
[boy panting]
[panting continues]
[woman] Billy!
[man laughing]
[ticking]
[loud breathing]
[man laughing]
[distorted voices]
[man laughing]
- [ticking continues,
louder] - [distorted voices, louder]
- [door opens]
- Bill?
- [boy] It's like a nightmare.
- [man] Last night?
My life.
[man]
Are you scared?
- I get scared.
- Of what?
My parents, um,
my sister.
You.
Why?
I don't know why.
I-I feel like something's
going to happen...
And if I scratch the surface,
there'll be something terrible underneath.
It's perfectly normal...
to experience a certain
irrational fear in youth.
It's no more than a stage.
And it will pass,
I assure you.
[man laughs maniacally]
[woman] ♪ When you
get tired of winning♪
♪ When you get tired
of pain♪
♪ Or when your head
is spinning♪
♪ And you've drunk
all the best champagne♪
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
[distorted laughing]
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪ Oh, how we all
get richer♪
♪ Playing the ruling game♪
♪ Only the poor get poorer♪
♪ We feed on them
all the same♪
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
[louder] ♪ Then we'll
all sing together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪ We'll all sing together♪♪
[fades]
[boy talking, indistinct]
[boy]
Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come and get it.
Come and get it, Milo!
Is that confidence,
or what?
A matter of
good breeding, Milo.
Yeah, you're Mr. Perfect. You'll probably
end up assassinating the President.
You have one warped sense of
humor, you know that?
[both laugh]
[together]
Blanchard.
Jenny?
What?
Blanchard's here.
Damn it, Bill.
You know I can't see him.
Will you get rid of him
for me, please?
What are brothers for, huh?
Milo.
- [screaming]
- Jenny... [continues, indistinct]
No! Let go of me! I'm sorry about this.
I didn't mean to...
- Just give me a minute. I can explain this.
- Go away!
Listen to me!
What the hell do you think
you're doing, huh?
- Bill, I know how this probably looks.
- Get out of here.
[Blanchard]
All right. Look...
- Something very weird is going on here.
- No shit, Sherlock.
[Blanchard]
I have to talk to you.
- I didn't know you had to hide in a closet to talk.
- She's playing games with me.
- [Blanchard] I'm serious.
- [Jenny] Liar!
Jen? Bill?
David, why do you keep
bothering my daughter?
Mrs. Whitney, I-I just want
to talk to her...
- Please, please.
- Just... just leave.
Come on, Blanchard.
Look, I...
What's going on here, guys?
Oh, it was nothing, Dad.
It's okay, Daddy.
I thought we weren't going to be
seeing David Blanchard anymore.
Yes, Daddy.
You should be getting ready.
You know Judge Carter will be there tonight.
I'm almost ready now.
Oh, Bill.
Wasn't that Milo outside?
Uh, yeah. Yeah,
he was just going to take me to the...
the game.
- You okay?
- Sure.
So you want to tell me what's
going on with Blanchard?
I don't know. Jealous, I guess.
He just wasn't the right sort for me.
Could you
zip me up, Billy?
Something wrong?
Uh, no. No, it's just
a little damp, that's all.
Well, I'm not taking
another shower.
Yeah.
Look, I'm-I'm really sorry that
I'm going to miss your coming out.
What a coincidence the way
things turn out, huh?
Yeah. Come on. Basketball's much more
important than a stupid coming-out party.
Besides, I've already been
dating three years. Joke.
Yeah.
[girl]
We are number one.
We are number one.
We are number one.
- All right!
- [students cheering]
Let's hear it for
the best player,
our hero, Bill Whitney.
- All right! Isn't he wonderful?
- [students cheering]
Eat your heart out, girls.
We are number one! Whoo!
They're using their athletic
ability to get the votes...
- Of the childish morons in this audience.
- [students booing]
Looks to me like you just lost
the moron vote, Marty.
All right. Hey!
Let's carry on with the debate.
[Milo] Candidate Whitney, you may respond
concerning the proposed dress code.
[student shouting,
indistinct]
Yeah. Well...
- [boy] Hello?
- [girl] Come on.
We should have a dress code,
I guess.
And I think we should
follow it, and...
- [students murmuring]
- [bill] Most possible...
Strict...
- We poss... we possibly can.
- [boy] Speak up!
[girl] Louder!
[students laughing]
What I mean is, if we could
prove to the administration...
that a dress code
really is a problem...
I mean, just imagine everybody walking
around in those idiotic clothes...
like Marty over here
is wearing right now.
And I mean everybody.
It'd make them think that they were
some kind of a... a conspiracy.
She's bad news, man.
[chuckling]
The debate and the game.
I nailed the guy who was
a shoo-in for the election.
Well, I'm glad to see you're allowing
yourself some success without sabotaging it.
Let me ask you,
how do you feel about your family now,
in light of all these recent victories?
- My family?
- Yes.
Um...
Nothing.
I mean, I don't think about
them, they don't think about me.
We're just... we're just
one big happy family.
- 'Cept for a little incest and psychosis.
- [man laughs]
Look, I know
you're being facetious,
but I think
you really believe that.
No. No, I don't.
I don't.
But we're getting along
much better now. Really.
Hey.
Let's not waste our time
bullshitting.
All right, all right.
They don't approve of me, okay?
Th-they don't accept my friends.
They don't talk to me
like they do Jenny.
Hell, they don't even
look like me.
Now I told you that teenagers sometimes
feel alienated from those closest to them.
Alienated.
- I think I was adopted.
- [chuckles]
- Don't you think that sounds a little bit paranoid?
- No.
No, I've never been paranoid.
Just a little bit paranoid,
Bill.
Within normal ranges.
You know, you really deserve
what's going to happen to you.
What's going to happen?
You're going to make a wonderful
contribution to society.
♪♪ [classical]
Jenny? Hey, I need
some suntan lotion.
♪♪ [continues]
Jenny?
- Jenny?
- [water running]
Jenny?
[soft moaning]
Listen, Jenny,
I'm just go...
[moaning]
God, Bill!
What's the matter with you?
Get out of here!
Uh, Jenny... I'm sorry, really.
I just came in here to get this.
Get out of here.
- [both laughing] -
Rocky, that's beautiful.
[continues, indistinct]
- That's the most incredible crop we've ever raised.
- I know.
[Mom] Rocky,
you've done a terrific job.
Bill?
There he is. The future Student Body
President of Beverly Hills Academy.
We're so excited about our party
for Judge Carter next week.
- Well, um, I'm gonna go go to the beach today.
- Oh.
When will you
be back, son?
- Well, that depends on if we go out after...
- Don't be late, darling.
Oh, I love that one.
Look at that, it's really good.
- This is the best crop you've ever grown, rocky.
- Absolutely perfect.
[squeaking sound]
[laughing]
I love you, you know.
And if you really love me,
you'll get us invited
to Ted Ferguson's party.
I can't believe
we were left out.
Look, he's over there.
Come on, Billy baby,
couldn't you go talk to him?
Please?
- Die, aliens, die!
- Hey!
- Hey, hey! Jesus, goddamn it!
- My hair!
Give me that! Hey!
[spitting out sand]
Hey! Hey, get back here.
Don't get too hot.
[angry sigh]
Hey! It's Whitney
the Wonder Boy.
Come here. Is this part
of the beach dress code?
Hope you're not
bent out of shape.
After all, I am the Captain
of the Debating Team.
Hey, nothing you do
can bend me.
Just remember, Whitney,
we don't lose.
What are you gonna do,
rig the election or something?
I don't have to.
Martin here was born to lead.
So, uh, you know of anything
that's going on this week?
- This week?
- [snickers]
I can't think of anything.
- Well, if you do, let me know, huh?
- I'll send you a telegram.
[girl laughing]
- Yeah, let me know, huh?
- It's my pleasure.
- Bill? [Panting]
- Hey, Blanchard. What's up?
I've got something
you gotta hear.
- You were out of line with my sister.
- Oh, God, no. Look.
I'm serious. This is very important.
[panting]
- What are you talking about?
- Look, not here.
Just come with me
to the pier, okay? Please?
Come on.
I think what you'll find
in paragraph ten will excite...
- Dad, something's wrong with one of my earrings.
- Oh, Jenny.
Oh, hello, Judge Carter.
How is our newest confirmed member of society...
- this lovely afternoon?
- Oh, I'm fine. It's my earring that's not doing so well.
I must say, young lady,
you certainly added beauty...
to an altogether beautiful coming-out
party, don't you agree, Jim?
Prettiest girl there, your honor.
Please, be seated.
It's right in the back
by the clasp.
Oh, yes. There seems to be
something caught in there.
Top secret, eh, Blanchard?
[chuckles]
- [Dad on tape] Everybody in?
- [Jenny] Yes, Dad.
[Dad] All right, girls,
don't forget your seat belts.
Wait a minute.
That's my family.
All right, Bill. I know you're going
to be a little upset about this, but,
I put a voice-actuated tape recorder
underneath your parents' car...
- And a microphone in Jenny's ear.
- You bugged my family?
- [continues, indistinct] -
Just listen to the tape. Listen.
[Mom] I remember my own coming out.
I was so excited.
[Jenny] Then you can do it
with women as well as men?
- [Mom] Of course.
- [Dad] You know the schedule. First dine, then copulation.
Someone your own age first.
Then with your mother and me.
Then in comes the host.
You'll be ready.
[Jenny] I could hardly keep a straight
face when Bill apologized to me...
- about not being able to make it.
- Don't be concerned about your brother, Jen.
He's too busy with things in his
own world to worry about ours.
[clicks off,
tape whirring]
[girl] You lucked out, Jen.
Ted Ferguson is really cute for a first partner.
- Ted Ferguson? Ted Ferguson!
- Yeah, Jenny and Ferguson.
That's just the beginning.
Here, listen.
[girl] Wow,
your boobs look totally sexy.
Guys are gonna pop high ones
the second they see you.
- [Jenny] I'm a little nervous, though.
- [girl] It's fun.
Relax, Jenny. Go with it.
It's so much fun to see how far you can stretch.
The hotter and wetter you get,
the more you can do. It's great!
- It's a microphone.
- Let me see.
David Blanchard's been
bothering my daughter recently.
Following her around.
Things like that.
He's a real
electronics wizard.
Is that so, Jim?
[Jenny moaning]
Oh, Ted, you were wonderful.
[man] Don't get too cocky, Ted.
You know what I mean?
[Jenny] Oh. Oh, Ted.
Oh, my God.
- [girl] Whoa!
- [Jenny] Is that him?
[moaning, laughing
continue]
- [man] Hold on. What are you doing?
- [girls laughing]
- [man yelling]
- [girl laughing]
- [girl] God, this is excellent.
- [man continues yelling]
- What the hell are you doing?
- [man screaming]
Bill, now, come on.
It's bullshit, man.
You rigged it.
You've been living with these people all
your life and you didn't know anything?
Shut up!
- Give me this! Give me!
- Bill!
- Blanchard!
- Come on. Don't do it.
Come on. Here's your
stupid recorder.
Bill? Wait!
[door bell rings]
- Dr. Cleveland, you gotta listen to this tape.
- Something happen at home?
- I'm not crazy. This is real. I can't believe it.
- Uh...
Well, I can't right now,
but I'll be glad to listen to it later.
- No, no, now! Please? Please?
- Billy?
Trust me, I will call you just as soon as
I listen to it, or I'll see you tomorrow.
- No, no, no. No.
- It's okay, Billy. Give me the tape.
You still don't trust me?
Are you still afraid of me?
Okay, it's up to you, Billy.
If you want to bring it tomorrow, that's okay.
Look, I-I don't know
why I'm afraid, but I...
Doctor, it's very important.
I understand.
Listen to it.
Okay, now listen. Yesterday,
after you left the beach,
I heard something.
It involved my parents,
my sister and Ted Ferguson.
He's not inviting us,
is he?
- I knew it.
- Just listen to me for a minute here.
Stop worrying about
that stupid party.
It may seem stupid to you,
but I want to go.
Is that all you think about?
Parties and social status?
If you're having problems because
you're so big-headed and selfish,
no wonder no one ever
invites us anywhere.
I don't believe this.
I'm trying to tell you something and
all you're doing is giving me shit.
Oh! Oh, fine, fine.
That's just fine.
If that's how you feel about me, well,
I'm just glad I know it now rather than later.
I don't know, Billy.
Maybe we should start seeing other people.
Wait a minute. Shauna?
Shauna? Shauna, wait...
- Oh, man.
- Hey, Bill...
Milo.
Hey, dude, I see you got...
I'm very concerned
about you, Billy.
- You listen to the tape?
- You're aware, aren't you, what you're doing is illegal?
What about what
they were doing?
My father and sister
and my mother...
Together.
- [Dad] Everybody in?
- [Mom] All in.
[Dad] All right, girls,
don't forget the seat belts.
Fast forward a little bit.
[clicks, tape whirring]
[Mom] I remember my own coming out.
God, I was so excited.
[Jenny] You mean I can
dance with anyone I want?
- [Mom] Of course.
- I-I don't understand.
[Dad] You know the schedule.
First we dine, then introductions.
Then you'll be presented.
No. No.
[stammering]
[Jenny]
Oh, my God. It's so exciting.
[Dad] Don't worry, dear.
We'll be there to help you.
[Jenny] I felt bad that Bill couldn't come.
I hope he doesn't feel left out.
[Dad] We're very proud of your brother.
It's unfortunate that he couldn't be with us.
That's not what I heard.
[clicks, tape whirring]
- [clicks]
- [people laughing]
Bill?
Billy,
people are what they are.
Now you have to learn
to accept that.
And you have to learn to accept
society's rules of privacy.
If you don't follow the rules,
Billy, bad things happen.
Now some people make the rules,
some people follow the rules.
It's a question of
what you're born to.
- I really hate giving you drugs, Billy.
- What?
- I don't believe this.
- You can always trust me.
You've got to believe me.
Blanchard? Yeah, look,
I need another copy of the tape.
- No, it can't wait. Ple...
- Yeah, the corner of Roxbury and Wilshire, right.
Okay. Hurry, okay?
Hurry!
[door slams]
Blanchard.
[police radio, indistinct]
Is he dead?
[engine starts,
tires squeal]
[dog barking in distance]
Hey, this isn't
a garage sale.
- Look, officer, he was a friend.
- Look,
you can't just wander
into the scene of an accident.
- Look, officer, something is definitely wrong here.
- Get the hell out of here.
- You don't understand.
- Get the hell out of here.
Guess what?
A telegram came for you.
Listen, Jenny,
something bad happened today.
Oh, come on.
Don't you want to open it?
Go ahead. Read it.
"Mr. William Whitney,
"you're cordially invited to a party given
at the residence of Theodore S. Ferguson...
Wow.
"This evening, the Fifteenth
of October at 8:00 P.M.
Cordially,
Ted 'The Tycoon' Ferguson."
Sounds like some bash, son.
But be careful
on the drinking and driving.
Oh, that home
is just beautiful.
Maurice Arnaud did most of the interiors,
and he says it's his best work to date.
Uh, um...
You guys don't understand.
I'm trying to tell you something.
We know all about the, um,
the automobile accident, son.
- It's terrible, just terrible.
- Oh, my... Just awful.
Wait a minute,
I-I...
I don't think
you quite understand here.
David's dead.
- Jenny?
- I know. I'm really going to miss him.
That's it? You're really
going to miss him?
I know the guy freaked out after you dumped
him, but, come on, still...
Listen, I'd rather not
talk about it, please?
So, what are you going to wear?
- You mean to the funeral?
- No, you weirdo. To the Ferguson's party.
Yeah, right. Ferguson.
- ♪♪ [dance]
- [people chattering]
[girl laughing]
Yeah, come on.
[chattering fades]
- You're name is Clarisa, isn't it?
- Mm-hmm.
Clarisa Carlyn.
So where's Shauna?
Well, I didn't expect to see her
here, if that's what you mean.
That is who
you go with, right?
- Do you know my Mom's maiden name too?
- Real or adopted?
Bill. Bill,
what happened with Blanchard?
Milo.
Ferguson invited you?
Come on. Give me a break.
I'm not in the mood, all right?
- Whatever turns you on.
- At least I don't turn tricks to get my kicks.
Oh, Milo.
- That was totally uncalled for.
- Have you seen her mother?
Wait, wait. Listen, listen.
What happened today with Blanchard?
Hey, I asked you about Blanchard.
You saw it, didn't you?
I can't deal with that
right now, okay? I gotta go.
Well, Billy.
We need to talk.
Guess you got my telegram.
Sorry it was so much at the last minute.
I wanna talk to you about
Blanchard and my sister, Jenny.
I thought they broke up.
He wasn't really
her type anyway.
Don't be so intense.
Just relax. Enjoy.
I want to know
what happened to Blanchard.
And I want to know what you did
to my sister at her coming out.
You know the schedule.
First we dined,
then I fucked your sister,
then everybody else got so turned
on, they fucked her too.
And as far as
bagel-breath Blanchard goes,
I ran that low-rent fool
right into a pole.
That's a pretty busy week,
don't you think?
You are stupid!
You make waves, Whitney,
you're going to drown.
[guests laughing]
- [girl] Hey, let's go.
- [boy] That's a stupid place to fall.
Wet dreams?
You're crazy.
You know what you just did?
No. But I know what
I'm about to do.
Don't bother.
It's his party.
Someday, it's going to be
my party.
You know,
you're in danger
of losing this button here.
It's only held on
by one thread.
Oops. Told you.
- You're weird.
- Wanna go get soaked?
- Well, sure.
- [laughs]
Better get out of
these wet things.
Mmm. You seem so fresh.
Uh, are you sure
no one's going to come in?
I'm all alone.
[giggles]
Lean machine, jelly bean.
Try to run now.
Clarisa?
What's the matter, Billy?
You, uh, you were
in a funny position.
Oh, Billy.
You're so sweet.
I wonder when exactly you
lost your virginity. [Giggles]
- See, that's Bill's Jeep.
- It is. I can't believe he would do this to me.
Oh, come on, Shauna. It's better you
find out now rather than later, right?
- Wrong.
- God, what a bitch that Clarisa Carlyn is.
- Can you imagine what's going on?
- All right, all right.
How do your like you tea? Cream? Sugar?
Or do you want me to pee in it?
[scoffs]
You're a class act, Clarisa.
Oh, I'm so mad
I could just scream.
- Who's that?
- I don't know.
- We better get out of here.
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, shit.
Clarisa? Clarisa?
Home a little early tonight,
don't you think so, mother?
Has that brain of yours
finally gone completely numb?
[gagging]
- Mrs. Carlyn, Bill Whitney.
- [continues gagging]
Come on, mother. Out!
Out!
Clarisa, what are you doing?
Lighten up, Billy boy.
Drink your tea before you drool.
So what's with her?
She does things
I don't like.
I've never known
anyone like you.
It's about time you did,
honey bunny.
It's getting late.
[dog barking in distance]
- Shauna?
- So are you happy now?
- What do you mean?
- What a bitch that Clarisa Carlyn is.
You think that you can do anything
you want and get away with it.
- Look, just calm down and let me explain.
- Was she a good fuck?
Because that's all you're really interested in.
Isn't it, Billy?
No, look, Shauna,
let... um...
Oh, Billy,
how could you?
Uh, look, I...
Shauna!
[engine starts]
Yeah, right there, Dad.
That's good.
- What's this?
- Oh, God, bill.
Is that what
I think it is?
That's a really disgusting thing to
bring into Mom and Dad's bedroom.
I don't know what's going on
here, but I don't appreciate it.
- Calm down, Bill.
- Some of us have to get to school on time.
You know, you look
really nice in a tie.
Don't you think so, Jim?
Yes, yes he does.
Knock it off here!
Why? Why are you guys
doing this to me, huh?
- Don't be so paranoid.
- Wait...
- I'm not paranoid.
- Don't be like that.
Come on, Bill.
Now calm down.
You know, you'll make such a
great contribution to society.
You'll... you'll do
our whole family proud.
Man, you guys disgust me.
- Wha...
- Bill, don't be disrespectful to your mother.
My mother?
God knows where my mother is.
I won't tolerate this language
from you, young man.
Fuck you, butthead.
Bill! How dare you use the
"F" word to your father.
Oh, gee, I'm sorry, Mom.
Prefer the word, copulation?
[gasps]
You stay away from me.
Don't touch me.
[Mom]
Do something with him.
You don't have to do anything
anymore, because I'm moving out.
You can't do that.
[bill] Blanchard.
He looks really weird.
Not like himself at all.
I think that's what
they always look like.
They, um, must have had to do a
lot of reconstructive stuff on him.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Bill? It's imperative that I talk with you.
- [Gasps]
It's about your parents,
about him,
about some of the things that
have been happening here lately.
Society.
- What-what do you mean, society?
- Not here.
Meet me tonight at Franklin
Canyon, about 9:00, at the gate.
Wait a minute. Petrie?
Petrie? Hey!
[engine starts]
Petrie!
Hey? Petrie? Hey.
[cracking sound]
[cracking sound]
Who's there?
[gasps] Oh!
[grunts]
- [man laughing]
- [footsteps receding]
Who are you?
[gasps, grunts]
- Clarisa, what are you doing here?
- I live here.
Yeah, look, I just saw
Petrie with his neck cut.
Poor baby.
I hope he didn't make a mess.
Where's your phone, huh?
This isn't the one.
I don't think we need the lab
to tell us there's no blood.
Look, officer,
this isn't the car.
They-they must have taken it.
I don't know.
They?
What are you hopped up on?
Look, I'm telling you,
someone killed Martin Petrie.
Up against the car, kids.
Look, this isn't the car, okay?
It was a Volvo, not whatever this is.
There was a dead person in it.
Is it really that boring
being rich?
You going to frisk me too?
I guess you're just
naturally fucked up, huh?
Next time I see you,
it will be a lot less pleasant.
What now?
You can go home with me.
- I'm not in the mood, all right?
- That's not what I meant.
- [boy] All right.
- [banging sound]
All right. Hey!
We'll begin the Presidential
Debate in a Moment.
Bill, why didn't you come home last night?
Mom and Dad are really upset.
Jenny, do you have
anything to tell me?
What do you want me to say?
Come on. I swear...
I swear it'll be just between you and me.
Just-just tell me the truth.
- About what?
- You know what.
Bill, I'm really worried
about you.
[sighs]
Yeah. Sure you are.
[Milo]
All right, quiet down.
Thank you.
Where's Petrie?
It's strange that Martin Petrie
isn't here. He's never late.
He's won every attendance award.
- But he's not coming here.
- [students murmuring]
No, please.
David-David Blanchard's death
was no accident.
David Blanchard tried to tell me
about the society that kills...
To keep its existence
a secret.
They killed Blanchard.
Martin Petrie tried to tell me
about-about this society,
but they got to him
before I did.
I saw Petrie,
last night in
Franklin Canyon... murdered.
- [all gasping]
- [student] What?
Martin Petrie is dead.
[students laughing]
Would someone like to tell me
what's going on here?
- I had car trouble.
- [laughter increases]
Nice speech, Whitney.
[laughing]
Bill...
- Bill? Bill, we gotta talk.
- Leave me alone, Milo.
I fucked you up, man, and I'm sorry.
I didn't think you'd take it this far.
What do you mean?
I mean, I was the one who put the
shrunken head in your locker...
And the sex doll in your Jeep,
but I didn't think you'd flip out.
You! You, Petrie, Ferguson.
Who else was in on this, huh?
Who else, asshole?
Just give me a chance to explain.
I'm trying to tell you,
you crazy son of a bitch,
but you got your own answers, as usual.
I'm not in on anything,
but I followed you to Franklin Canyon last night.
I saw Petrie and Ferguson coming out of the woods.
Petrie was wrapped in a blanket.
Then some old station wagon
showed up. Then an old Ford.
The whole thing was weird.
You-you saw it?
I only followed you because
of the way you were acting.
Wait a minute. Then-then it's not me.
I'm not going crazy.
Right.
Hey. Why the dolls
and stuff?
I don't know.
You just got me angry.
You know, I'm your best
friend when it suits you.
Guess I do go
a little overboard.
- I'm sorry.
- [chuckles]
It's all right, man.
It's all right.
Milo, I, uh,
I don't know what kind of
trouble this is gonna be.
I'm with you.
[squeaks brakes,
shuts off engine]
[car door slams]
[shuts off engine]
[crickets chirping]
[muttering]
Why doesn't it surprise me
that you're all here like this?
Thank God you're here.
You nearly spoiled everything.
[vehicle approaching]
You know, we've been
worried sick about you.
Look, I would really love
to stay and shoot the shit,
but I got a big day tomorrow,
so I'm-I'm gonna go to bed.
- [gasps]
- No, wait.
No, wait a minute, Bill.
We want to talk to you for a second.
I-I don't think so.
Wait, what are you doin'?
Let go of me.
Let go!
- Bill. Bill. Bill!
- What do you think you're doing? What?
I'm sorry. You know how
I hate to give you drugs.
You can't do this to me.
I have rights, okay? I'm almost 18!
Thanks, Cleve.
[hissing, increasing
in volume]
[starts engine]
[doors, stretcher
clattering]
- [woman on P.A.] Maintenance...
- [phone ringing]
Excuse me. Miss!
Bill... uh, William Whitney.
What room's he in?
[sighing] Whitney.
I don't see anything here
about a Whitney.
[sighs deeply] I know he's here.
He was just brought in.
Well, just a minute.
- [door opening, closing] -
[woman on P.A.] Dr. Oswald, 5493.
Dr. Oswald, 5493.
- William Whitney?
- Yeah.
- Are you a relative?
- Yes!
- Well, you have to go to the morgue, then.
- The morgue?
- Mm-hmm.
- He isn't dead! He just got here.
- Well, I'm sorry.
- No, no, no!
No, no! You're not sorry,
there's been a mistake!
Now, please. We don't want
to have to call security.
He can't be!
[siren wailing]
[car door closing]
- [rushing sound] - [bill]
Blanchard, what's up?
[Blanchard] I've got
something you've got to hear.
[Dr. Cleveland] I'm sorry.
You know how I hate to give you drugs.
[Jenny] He just wasn't
the right sort for me.
[Dad] You know the schedule.
First we dine, then copulation.
- With someone your own age first.
- [ted] Bill, I fucked your sister.
I mean, everybody else got so turned
on, they fucked her too.
[Mom] You know you'll make such
a great contribution to society.
[man, indistinct] Do you
know anything about this?
[boy] Aah! Aah! No!
[panting]
Blanchard?
- [boy] No!
- [clattering, struggling]
- [doctor] Let's get this one out of here.
- [nurse] Yes, doctor.
- Easy, easy, easy. Hold this.
- [Boy] Ow! Ow!
- [whimpering continues] - Disconnect the cord.
[doctor continues, indistinct]
[grunting, retching]
[chuckles]
[chuckles] That's right,
roll out the red carpet.
Bill Whitney never
disappoints, huh?
[chortles] Ha!
They said you
were dead.
Things are just
the way they seem.
Only more so, Milo.
- [chuckles]
- What happened?
- What did they do to you?
- Nothin'!
I'm here, aren't I, huh?
I won, Milo. I'm free.
They couldn't handle Whitney
the wonder boy. [Laughing]
Bullshit.
It's a setup!
- Look, they even brought your Jeep here.
- Come on!
They just want me to be happy.
[giggles]
Bill, you're
officially dead.
Come on! Can't you see they're
setting you up for something?
Paranoid? I'm not paranoid.
All my fears are real.
- Come on.
- [starting engine]
Let's party, jelly bean.
Hmm?
Where's your Mom?
- Or was she in on this too?
- Why don't you come upstairs?
I want to be
a bad girl for you.
Oh, bad little girl.
Is that right, huh? Bad little girl?
Oh. Huh?
You want to get rough?
- Things aren't the way they seem, Billy.
- Oh, yeah?
Why don't you
stay here awhile?
- Stay here awhile.
- [panting]
Quit it.
It doesn't work anymore.
- Don't go home, Billy.
- Don't go home?
Are you kidding?
They want me home!
It's time
to party hearty!
[door opens, closes]
Where are we going?
What's the plan?
Plan?
Are you kiddin'?
[starts engine]
Aah! Shit!
[grunts] Mrs. Carlyn!
Don't do that!
All right.
Get out of the car.
[gasps]
Okay. We're gonna take
a little ride.
- [slams door]
- But don't touch the hair.
[starts engine]
[woman grunts]
[man] Shh!
- [clicks light switch] -
[rustling, distant shouting]
[whispering, indistinct]
[man, whispering]
Where did he go?
- [man,
laughing] - [woman] Shh!
[man, whispering]
I hear him.
Mom? Dad?
[beeping]
- Fuck, Mom.
- [woman screaming]
[car doors closing]
[laughing, indistinct]
[man, whispering]
Keep it down.
[panting, sighing]
Okay.
Mom? Dad?
I'd like to have
a little chat with you.
[grunting, shouting]
[chattering, laughing]
- [Mom clapping]
- [various people] Yes, yes.
Wonderful.
Wonderful!
Everyone was
just wonderful.
[woman]
Oh, thank you.
And now, ladies and
gentlemen, Judge Carter.
[choking, panting]
- [chuckling] My dear, dear...
- Ohh.
Ah! You were both
absolutely brilliant.
- [giggling]
- Oh, thank you.
Well done.
Well done indeed.
Effective.
Efficient.
- Oh!
- And, to say the very least, entertaining?
[crowd laughing]
I do love the...
smell of the hunt.
And the taste
of the shunt.
- What's goin' on?
- You see, Bill.
It's like this:
[chuckling] There's no
business like show business.
[all laughing]
- Who are you?
- Oh, I am not your mother.
Jesus, Bill. You never were one of us.
[laughing]
Who are you?
You almost understand,
don't you, Bill?
You're a different race
from us. A different species.
A different class.
You're not one of us!
You have to be born
in the society.
- Alien scum.
- [laughing] No.
No, we're not from outer space,
or anything like that.
We have been here...
as long as you have.
It's a matter of...
good breeding, really.
- [choking] Alien scum!
- [coughing]
[car approaching]
[car doors slamming]
Good evening, miss.
[chattering, chuckling]
[groaning]
[groaning continues]
Clarisa!
Where have you been?
You're late! Come.
You've done
very well, Jim.
I'm pleased to be able
to contribute.
Anything for society.
You too, young man.
You have a bright future ahead of you.
We may have an internship for
you this summer, in Washington.
[chuckles, exhales]
Come on.
Come on, Mrs. Carlyn.
You're gonna be my date.
Jenny's going to Radcliffe.
She'll tour Europe first, of course.
Oh, Nanny, Nanny,
you are such a lucky woman.
Jenny is a real beauty.
She possesses such...
natural poise.
[chuckles]
Yes, Jim and I both derive a
great deal of pleasure from her.
- Don't we, darling?
- [clattering]
[whimpering, shouting]
Ladies and gentlemen,
tonight...
we have a doubleheader!
- Blanchard.
- [whispering] Yeah.
[raucous laughing]
After the first shunting,
we'll have that special treat
we've been hearing so much about.
A wonderful specimen,
in his prime,
nurtured by Jim and Nan
in their very own home.
[laughing wickedly]
[Blanchard]
Get it off. Help!
[groaning continues]
[gasps, chokes]
Keep your eye on Blanchard,
Billy boy... 'cause you're next.
[Blanchard]
You're hurting me!
What are you doing?
[sobbing] Oh, God!
Please!
[crowd growling,
chattering]
[screams]
Let go of me!
[slurping]
[Blanchard moaning]
Jim? Jenny?
- [Jenny] Good-bye, David.
- [chuckles]
- [moaning]
- [gagging]
[billy moaning]
Stop it!
You're not getting a taste for
these pathetic animals, are you?
Don't worry!
You'll get your share.
We're all gonna
get our share.
- What the fuck's going on?
- Didn't you know, Billy boy?
The rich have always sucked
off low-class shit like you.
There it is.
There's the house.
Hey! Hey, what are
you doing in there?
This is a private party.
And private property. It's members only.
- We're invited!
- Oh, you're invited?
- Who's that?
- This is my mother!
[snorts]
That's your...
Hair!
Hair, Mrs. Carlyn!
[guard] Wait a minute...
[groaning]
[chattering, chuckling]
[Cleveland] He's good and
pliable, your honor!
[woman laughing]
Oh, my lord.
[cackling]
Oh, look. Look!
A beauty mark!
Pretty, isn't it?
Please.
- [growls, munches]
- [woman] Ah, yes!
And now,
we'll get
to the bottom...
Oh, God!
- Of this!
- [screaming]
[growling, moaning]
[laughing] Whoo!
[Clarisa]
Run, Billy!
I love you.
[continues laughing]
Billy!
[Cleveland]
Where are you?
[chortling]
Where are you, Billy?
Anyone around my base
is "I-T," it.
It's show time, Billy!
You want to play, huh?
You want to play?
[laughing]
[panting] You! You!
[chuckles wickedly]
Let me give you
a hand, Bill.
[wicked laughter]
- [slurping, dripping sound]
-Mom?
Oh, Billy.
How sweet of you...
To come here to me!
- [sighing] - If you have
any edible fantasies...
you'd like to indulge in,
Billy, now's the time.
[laughing]
[flatulence]
Uh, well, son,
I guess you're right.
I am a butthead.
[laughs hysterically]
Hey, hey. Hey, Bill?
[flatulence]
[laughing continues]
[screams]
[laughs] It's just another
hang-up, Billy.
[gurgling sound]
♪♪ ["Eton Boat Song,"
instrumental]
[laughing, chattering]
- No way!
- Ohh!
♪♪ [continues]
Stop it.
I don't want to...
[guffawing] Hi-ho, everybody!
Here comes Billy!
Let go of me! Stop!
Dinner is served.
Billy on the half-shell!
Billy...
Leave her alone!
[scoffs]
Oh-ho, well, well, well.
Look what we have here.
Are you going to rescue the young maiden, Billy?
- Something like that.
- [chuckles]
You and me,
man-to-man.
[giggles]
Well, well. A slave revolt.
[continues laughing]
I love it. You gotta save the girl.
It's so cute!
Billy, don't!
You'll only make it worse.
- Shut up, Clarisa.
- Jim and Nan, where the hell are ya?
[digestive rumblings]
[bones cracking]
[coughing, gasping]
I've got to
pull myself together.
A beauty mark.
[chuckles]
[coughs, chokes]
I'm getting
too old for this.
Nan! Jim!
Hey, come on, you guys!
Knock it off, will ya?
You have got to come downstairs.
- You've got to see this!
- [Jim] Be right out.
- We're changing.
- Oh, really? Into what?
[laughs uproariously]
Members of society...
hailing
from Beverly Hills,
with lineage dating
from Julius Caesar...
and Genghis Khan.
The Master of the Hunt,
the Champion of the Shunt...
Ted "The Tycoon" Ferguson!
[cheering, applauding]
And, in this corner,
from nowhere in particular,
Bill "The Bastard" Whitney.
Gentlemen, begin!
- Begin!
- [crowd cheering, jeering]
Is everybody ready for the
big shunt of the night?
Hey, Ferguson...
[billy grunts]
- More? More?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Shunt him! Shunt him!
Shunt the little bastard!
Bill! Bill!
Bill!
See this arm, Bill?
You'll get very familiar with it.
[grunts]
[man]
Whoo-hoo! C'mon, boy!
Stop! No!
[shrieking]
Shit! [Gagging]
Is that all ya got?
Huh?
Come on, Gumby.
Give me your best sh...
- [grunts] - All right, Billy.
The game's over.
I told you, Whitney.
We don't lose.
Ever. [Slurping]
Yes! Don't even
touch him! Goddamn!
[man]
What's going on?
No!
[groaning in pain]
[man] No. No!
[gurgling]
[girl] God,
he's turned him inside out.
[man] Don't touch it
or you'll be killed!
[grunting] Clarisa!
Bill! Come on, man.
You'll never get away
with this.
[whimpering]
Don't count on it.
Butthead.
Come on! Come on!
Whoo!
[Milo]
Get out of the way!
[slurping sounds]
[judge]
Well, Dr. Cleveland.
It looks as though I may have an
opening in Washington next summer.
- Know what I mean?
- Mm. Mm.
[woman] ♪ When you
get tired of winning♪
♪ When you get tired
of fame♪
♪ Or when your head
is spinning♪
♪ And you've drunk
all the best champagne♪
♪ When we'll all
sing together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll
all sing together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪ Oh, how we all get richer♪
♪ Playing the rolling game♪
♪ Only the poor get poorer♪
♪ We feed off them
all the same♪
♪ Then we'll all sing
together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all sing
together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪♪ [continues, instrumental]
♪ Some may call us sinners♪
♪ Be thankful
that's all they'll say♪
♪ Some may call us sinners♪
♪ It's done
with such restraint♪
♪ And we'll all sing together?
?
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ And we'll all sing together?
?
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪♪ [instrumental]
♪ Some will call us sinners♪
♪ Be thankful that's all
they'll say♪
♪ Some may call us sinners♪
♪ It's done
with such restraint♪
♪ Then we'll all sing
together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all sing forever?
?
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪ Then we'll all sing together
♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all sing together
♪
♪ Society waits for you♪♪
[woman screams]
[man laughing maniacally]
[ticking sound]
[boy panting]
[panting continues]
[woman] Billy!
[man laughing]
[ticking]
[loud breathing]
[man laughing]
[distorted voices]
[man laughing]
- [ticking continues,
louder] - [distorted voices, louder]
- [door opens]
- Bill?
- [boy] It's like a nightmare.
- [man] Last night?
My life.
[man]
Are you scared?
- I get scared.
- Of what?
My parents, um,
my sister.
You.
Why?
I don't know why.
I-I feel like something's
going to happen...
And if I scratch the surface,
there'll be something terrible underneath.
It's perfectly normal...
to experience a certain
irrational fear in youth.
It's no more than a stage.
And it will pass,
I assure you.
[man laughs maniacally]
[woman] ♪ When you
get tired of winning♪
♪ When you get tired
of pain♪
♪ Or when your head
is spinning♪
♪ And you've drunk
all the best champagne♪
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
[distorted laughing]
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪ Oh, how we all
get richer♪
♪ Playing the ruling game♪
♪ Only the poor get poorer♪
♪ We feed on them
all the same♪
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
[louder] ♪ Then we'll
all sing together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all
sing together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪ We'll all sing together♪♪
[fades]
[boy talking, indistinct]
[boy]
Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come and get it.
Come and get it, Milo!
Is that confidence,
or what?
A matter of
good breeding, Milo.
Yeah, you're Mr. Perfect. You'll probably
end up assassinating the President.
You have one warped sense of
humor, you know that?
[both laugh]
[together]
Blanchard.
Jenny?
What?
Blanchard's here.
Damn it, Bill.
You know I can't see him.
Will you get rid of him
for me, please?
What are brothers for, huh?
Milo.
- [screaming]
- Jenny... [continues, indistinct]
No! Let go of me! I'm sorry about this.
I didn't mean to...
- Just give me a minute. I can explain this.
- Go away!
Listen to me!
What the hell do you think
you're doing, huh?
- Bill, I know how this probably looks.
- Get out of here.
[Blanchard]
All right. Look...
- Something very weird is going on here.
- No shit, Sherlock.
[Blanchard]
I have to talk to you.
- I didn't know you had to hide in a closet to talk.
- She's playing games with me.
- [Blanchard] I'm serious.
- [Jenny] Liar!
Jen? Bill?
David, why do you keep
bothering my daughter?
Mrs. Whitney, I-I just want
to talk to her...
- Please, please.
- Just... just leave.
Come on, Blanchard.
Look, I...
What's going on here, guys?
Oh, it was nothing, Dad.
It's okay, Daddy.
I thought we weren't going to be
seeing David Blanchard anymore.
Yes, Daddy.
You should be getting ready.
You know Judge Carter will be there tonight.
I'm almost ready now.
Oh, Bill.
Wasn't that Milo outside?
Uh, yeah. Yeah,
he was just going to take me to the...
the game.
- You okay?
- Sure.
So you want to tell me what's
going on with Blanchard?
I don't know. Jealous, I guess.
He just wasn't the right sort for me.
Could you
zip me up, Billy?
Something wrong?
Uh, no. No, it's just
a little damp, that's all.
Well, I'm not taking
another shower.
Yeah.
Look, I'm-I'm really sorry that
I'm going to miss your coming out.
What a coincidence the way
things turn out, huh?
Yeah. Come on. Basketball's much more
important than a stupid coming-out party.
Besides, I've already been
dating three years. Joke.
Yeah.
[girl]
We are number one.
We are number one.
We are number one.
- All right!
- [students cheering]
Let's hear it for
the best player,
our hero, Bill Whitney.
- All right! Isn't he wonderful?
- [students cheering]
Eat your heart out, girls.
We are number one! Whoo!
They're using their athletic
ability to get the votes...
- Of the childish morons in this audience.
- [students booing]
Looks to me like you just lost
the moron vote, Marty.
All right. Hey!
Let's carry on with the debate.
[Milo] Candidate Whitney, you may respond
concerning the proposed dress code.
[student shouting,
indistinct]
Yeah. Well...
- [boy] Hello?
- [girl] Come on.
We should have a dress code,
I guess.
And I think we should
follow it, and...
- [students murmuring]
- [bill] Most possible...
Strict...
- We poss... we possibly can.
- [boy] Speak up!
[girl] Louder!
[students laughing]
What I mean is, if we could
prove to the administration...
that a dress code
really is a problem...
I mean, just imagine everybody walking
around in those idiotic clothes...
like Marty over here
is wearing right now.
And I mean everybody.
It'd make them think that they were
some kind of a... a conspiracy.
She's bad news, man.
[chuckling]
The debate and the game.
I nailed the guy who was
a shoo-in for the election.
Well, I'm glad to see you're allowing
yourself some success without sabotaging it.
Let me ask you,
how do you feel about your family now,
in light of all these recent victories?
- My family?
- Yes.
Um...
Nothing.
I mean, I don't think about
them, they don't think about me.
We're just... we're just
one big happy family.
- 'Cept for a little incest and psychosis.
- [man laughs]
Look, I know
you're being facetious,
but I think
you really believe that.
No. No, I don't.
I don't.
But we're getting along
much better now. Really.
Hey.
Let's not waste our time
bullshitting.
All right, all right.
They don't approve of me, okay?
Th-they don't accept my friends.
They don't talk to me
like they do Jenny.
Hell, they don't even
look like me.
Now I told you that teenagers sometimes
feel alienated from those closest to them.
Alienated.
- I think I was adopted.
- [chuckles]
- Don't you think that sounds a little bit paranoid?
- No.
No, I've never been paranoid.
Just a little bit paranoid,
Bill.
Within normal ranges.
You know, you really deserve
what's going to happen to you.
What's going to happen?
You're going to make a wonderful
contribution to society.
♪♪ [classical]
Jenny? Hey, I need
some suntan lotion.
♪♪ [continues]
Jenny?
- Jenny?
- [water running]
Jenny?
[soft moaning]
Listen, Jenny,
I'm just go...
[moaning]
God, Bill!
What's the matter with you?
Get out of here!
Uh, Jenny... I'm sorry, really.
I just came in here to get this.
Get out of here.
- [both laughing] -
Rocky, that's beautiful.
[continues, indistinct]
- That's the most incredible crop we've ever raised.
- I know.
[Mom] Rocky,
you've done a terrific job.
Bill?
There he is. The future Student Body
President of Beverly Hills Academy.
We're so excited about our party
for Judge Carter next week.
- Well, um, I'm gonna go go to the beach today.
- Oh.
When will you
be back, son?
- Well, that depends on if we go out after...
- Don't be late, darling.
Oh, I love that one.
Look at that, it's really good.
- This is the best crop you've ever grown, rocky.
- Absolutely perfect.
[squeaking sound]
[laughing]
I love you, you know.
And if you really love me,
you'll get us invited
to Ted Ferguson's party.
I can't believe
we were left out.
Look, he's over there.
Come on, Billy baby,
couldn't you go talk to him?
Please?
- Die, aliens, die!
- Hey!
- Hey, hey! Jesus, goddamn it!
- My hair!
Give me that! Hey!
[spitting out sand]
Hey! Hey, get back here.
Don't get too hot.
[angry sigh]
Hey! It's Whitney
the Wonder Boy.
Come here. Is this part
of the beach dress code?
Hope you're not
bent out of shape.
After all, I am the Captain
of the Debating Team.
Hey, nothing you do
can bend me.
Just remember, Whitney,
we don't lose.
What are you gonna do,
rig the election or something?
I don't have to.
Martin here was born to lead.
So, uh, you know of anything
that's going on this week?
- This week?
- [snickers]
I can't think of anything.
- Well, if you do, let me know, huh?
- I'll send you a telegram.
[girl laughing]
- Yeah, let me know, huh?
- It's my pleasure.
- Bill? [Panting]
- Hey, Blanchard. What's up?
I've got something
you gotta hear.
- You were out of line with my sister.
- Oh, God, no. Look.
I'm serious. This is very important.
[panting]
- What are you talking about?
- Look, not here.
Just come with me
to the pier, okay? Please?
Come on.
I think what you'll find
in paragraph ten will excite...
- Dad, something's wrong with one of my earrings.
- Oh, Jenny.
Oh, hello, Judge Carter.
How is our newest confirmed member of society...
- this lovely afternoon?
- Oh, I'm fine. It's my earring that's not doing so well.
I must say, young lady,
you certainly added beauty...
to an altogether beautiful coming-out
party, don't you agree, Jim?
Prettiest girl there, your honor.
Please, be seated.
It's right in the back
by the clasp.
Oh, yes. There seems to be
something caught in there.
Top secret, eh, Blanchard?
[chuckles]
- [Dad on tape] Everybody in?
- [Jenny] Yes, Dad.
[Dad] All right, girls,
don't forget your seat belts.
Wait a minute.
That's my family.
All right, Bill. I know you're going
to be a little upset about this, but,
I put a voice-actuated tape recorder
underneath your parents' car...
- And a microphone in Jenny's ear.
- You bugged my family?
- [continues, indistinct] -
Just listen to the tape. Listen.
[Mom] I remember my own coming out.
I was so excited.
[Jenny] Then you can do it
with women as well as men?
- [Mom] Of course.
- [Dad] You know the schedule. First dine, then copulation.
Someone your own age first.
Then with your mother and me.
Then in comes the host.
You'll be ready.
[Jenny] I could hardly keep a straight
face when Bill apologized to me...
- about not being able to make it.
- Don't be concerned about your brother, Jen.
He's too busy with things in his
own world to worry about ours.
[clicks off,
tape whirring]
[girl] You lucked out, Jen.
Ted Ferguson is really cute for a first partner.
- Ted Ferguson? Ted Ferguson!
- Yeah, Jenny and Ferguson.
That's just the beginning.
Here, listen.
[girl] Wow,
your boobs look totally sexy.
Guys are gonna pop high ones
the second they see you.
- [Jenny] I'm a little nervous, though.
- [girl] It's fun.
Relax, Jenny. Go with it.
It's so much fun to see how far you can stretch.
The hotter and wetter you get,
the more you can do. It's great!
- It's a microphone.
- Let me see.
David Blanchard's been
bothering my daughter recently.
Following her around.
Things like that.
He's a real
electronics wizard.
Is that so, Jim?
[Jenny moaning]
Oh, Ted, you were wonderful.
[man] Don't get too cocky, Ted.
You know what I mean?
[Jenny] Oh. Oh, Ted.
Oh, my God.
- [girl] Whoa!
- [Jenny] Is that him?
[moaning, laughing
continue]
- [man] Hold on. What are you doing?
- [girls laughing]
- [man yelling]
- [girl laughing]
- [girl] God, this is excellent.
- [man continues yelling]
- What the hell are you doing?
- [man screaming]
Bill, now, come on.
It's bullshit, man.
You rigged it.
You've been living with these people all
your life and you didn't know anything?
Shut up!
- Give me this! Give me!
- Bill!
- Blanchard!
- Come on. Don't do it.
Come on. Here's your
stupid recorder.
Bill? Wait!
[door bell rings]
- Dr. Cleveland, you gotta listen to this tape.
- Something happen at home?
- I'm not crazy. This is real. I can't believe it.
- Uh...
Well, I can't right now,
but I'll be glad to listen to it later.
- No, no, now! Please? Please?
- Billy?
Trust me, I will call you just as soon as
I listen to it, or I'll see you tomorrow.
- No, no, no. No.
- It's okay, Billy. Give me the tape.
You still don't trust me?
Are you still afraid of me?
Okay, it's up to you, Billy.
If you want to bring it tomorrow, that's okay.
Look, I-I don't know
why I'm afraid, but I...
Doctor, it's very important.
I understand.
Listen to it.
Okay, now listen. Yesterday,
after you left the beach,
I heard something.
It involved my parents,
my sister and Ted Ferguson.
He's not inviting us,
is he?
- I knew it.
- Just listen to me for a minute here.
Stop worrying about
that stupid party.
It may seem stupid to you,
but I want to go.
Is that all you think about?
Parties and social status?
If you're having problems because
you're so big-headed and selfish,
no wonder no one ever
invites us anywhere.
I don't believe this.
I'm trying to tell you something and
all you're doing is giving me shit.
Oh! Oh, fine, fine.
That's just fine.
If that's how you feel about me, well,
I'm just glad I know it now rather than later.
I don't know, Billy.
Maybe we should start seeing other people.
Wait a minute. Shauna?
Shauna? Shauna, wait...
- Oh, man.
- Hey, Bill...
Milo.
Hey, dude, I see you got...
I'm very concerned
about you, Billy.
- You listen to the tape?
- You're aware, aren't you, what you're doing is illegal?
What about what
they were doing?
My father and sister
and my mother...
Together.
- [Dad] Everybody in?
- [Mom] All in.
[Dad] All right, girls,
don't forget the seat belts.
Fast forward a little bit.
[clicks, tape whirring]
[Mom] I remember my own coming out.
God, I was so excited.
[Jenny] You mean I can
dance with anyone I want?
- [Mom] Of course.
- I-I don't understand.
[Dad] You know the schedule.
First we dine, then introductions.
Then you'll be presented.
No. No.
[stammering]
[Jenny]
Oh, my God. It's so exciting.
[Dad] Don't worry, dear.
We'll be there to help you.
[Jenny] I felt bad that Bill couldn't come.
I hope he doesn't feel left out.
[Dad] We're very proud of your brother.
It's unfortunate that he couldn't be with us.
That's not what I heard.
[clicks, tape whirring]
- [clicks]
- [people laughing]
Bill?
Billy,
people are what they are.
Now you have to learn
to accept that.
And you have to learn to accept
society's rules of privacy.
If you don't follow the rules,
Billy, bad things happen.
Now some people make the rules,
some people follow the rules.
It's a question of
what you're born to.
- I really hate giving you drugs, Billy.
- What?
- I don't believe this.
- You can always trust me.
You've got to believe me.
Blanchard? Yeah, look,
I need another copy of the tape.
- No, it can't wait. Ple...
- Yeah, the corner of Roxbury and Wilshire, right.
Okay. Hurry, okay?
Hurry!
[door slams]
Blanchard.
[police radio, indistinct]
Is he dead?
[engine starts,
tires squeal]
[dog barking in distance]
Hey, this isn't
a garage sale.
- Look, officer, he was a friend.
- Look,
you can't just wander
into the scene of an accident.
- Look, officer, something is definitely wrong here.
- Get the hell out of here.
- You don't understand.
- Get the hell out of here.
Guess what?
A telegram came for you.
Listen, Jenny,
something bad happened today.
Oh, come on.
Don't you want to open it?
Go ahead. Read it.
"Mr. William Whitney,
"you're cordially invited to a party given
at the residence of Theodore S. Ferguson...
Wow.
"This evening, the Fifteenth
of October at 8:00 P.M.
Cordially,
Ted 'The Tycoon' Ferguson."
Sounds like some bash, son.
But be careful
on the drinking and driving.
Oh, that home
is just beautiful.
Maurice Arnaud did most of the interiors,
and he says it's his best work to date.
Uh, um...
You guys don't understand.
I'm trying to tell you something.
We know all about the, um,
the automobile accident, son.
- It's terrible, just terrible.
- Oh, my... Just awful.
Wait a minute,
I-I...
I don't think
you quite understand here.
David's dead.
- Jenny?
- I know. I'm really going to miss him.
That's it? You're really
going to miss him?
I know the guy freaked out after you dumped
him, but, come on, still...
Listen, I'd rather not
talk about it, please?
So, what are you going to wear?
- You mean to the funeral?
- No, you weirdo. To the Ferguson's party.
Yeah, right. Ferguson.
- ♪♪ [dance]
- [people chattering]
[girl laughing]
Yeah, come on.
[chattering fades]
- You're name is Clarisa, isn't it?
- Mm-hmm.
Clarisa Carlyn.
So where's Shauna?
Well, I didn't expect to see her
here, if that's what you mean.
That is who
you go with, right?
- Do you know my Mom's maiden name too?
- Real or adopted?
Bill. Bill,
what happened with Blanchard?
Milo.
Ferguson invited you?
Come on. Give me a break.
I'm not in the mood, all right?
- Whatever turns you on.
- At least I don't turn tricks to get my kicks.
Oh, Milo.
- That was totally uncalled for.
- Have you seen her mother?
Wait, wait. Listen, listen.
What happened today with Blanchard?
Hey, I asked you about Blanchard.
You saw it, didn't you?
I can't deal with that
right now, okay? I gotta go.
Well, Billy.
We need to talk.
Guess you got my telegram.
Sorry it was so much at the last minute.
I wanna talk to you about
Blanchard and my sister, Jenny.
I thought they broke up.
He wasn't really
her type anyway.
Don't be so intense.
Just relax. Enjoy.
I want to know
what happened to Blanchard.
And I want to know what you did
to my sister at her coming out.
You know the schedule.
First we dined,
then I fucked your sister,
then everybody else got so turned
on, they fucked her too.
And as far as
bagel-breath Blanchard goes,
I ran that low-rent fool
right into a pole.
That's a pretty busy week,
don't you think?
You are stupid!
You make waves, Whitney,
you're going to drown.
[guests laughing]
- [girl] Hey, let's go.
- [boy] That's a stupid place to fall.
Wet dreams?
You're crazy.
You know what you just did?
No. But I know what
I'm about to do.
Don't bother.
It's his party.
Someday, it's going to be
my party.
You know,
you're in danger
of losing this button here.
It's only held on
by one thread.
Oops. Told you.
- You're weird.
- Wanna go get soaked?
- Well, sure.
- [laughs]
Better get out of
these wet things.
Mmm. You seem so fresh.
Uh, are you sure
no one's going to come in?
I'm all alone.
[giggles]
Lean machine, jelly bean.
Try to run now.
Clarisa?
What's the matter, Billy?
You, uh, you were
in a funny position.
Oh, Billy.
You're so sweet.
I wonder when exactly you
lost your virginity. [Giggles]
- See, that's Bill's Jeep.
- It is. I can't believe he would do this to me.
Oh, come on, Shauna. It's better you
find out now rather than later, right?
- Wrong.
- God, what a bitch that Clarisa Carlyn is.
- Can you imagine what's going on?
- All right, all right.
How do your like you tea? Cream? Sugar?
Or do you want me to pee in it?
[scoffs]
You're a class act, Clarisa.
Oh, I'm so mad
I could just scream.
- Who's that?
- I don't know.
- We better get out of here.
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, shit.
Clarisa? Clarisa?
Home a little early tonight,
don't you think so, mother?
Has that brain of yours
finally gone completely numb?
[gagging]
- Mrs. Carlyn, Bill Whitney.
- [continues gagging]
Come on, mother. Out!
Out!
Clarisa, what are you doing?
Lighten up, Billy boy.
Drink your tea before you drool.
So what's with her?
She does things
I don't like.
I've never known
anyone like you.
It's about time you did,
honey bunny.
It's getting late.
[dog barking in distance]
- Shauna?
- So are you happy now?
- What do you mean?
- What a bitch that Clarisa Carlyn is.
You think that you can do anything
you want and get away with it.
- Look, just calm down and let me explain.
- Was she a good fuck?
Because that's all you're really interested in.
Isn't it, Billy?
No, look, Shauna,
let... um...
Oh, Billy,
how could you?
Uh, look, I...
Shauna!
[engine starts]
Yeah, right there, Dad.
That's good.
- What's this?
- Oh, God, bill.
Is that what
I think it is?
That's a really disgusting thing to
bring into Mom and Dad's bedroom.
I don't know what's going on
here, but I don't appreciate it.
- Calm down, Bill.
- Some of us have to get to school on time.
You know, you look
really nice in a tie.
Don't you think so, Jim?
Yes, yes he does.
Knock it off here!
Why? Why are you guys
doing this to me, huh?
- Don't be so paranoid.
- Wait...
- I'm not paranoid.
- Don't be like that.
Come on, Bill.
Now calm down.
You know, you'll make such a
great contribution to society.
You'll... you'll do
our whole family proud.
Man, you guys disgust me.
- Wha...
- Bill, don't be disrespectful to your mother.
My mother?
God knows where my mother is.
I won't tolerate this language
from you, young man.
Fuck you, butthead.
Bill! How dare you use the
"F" word to your father.
Oh, gee, I'm sorry, Mom.
Prefer the word, copulation?
[gasps]
You stay away from me.
Don't touch me.
[Mom]
Do something with him.
You don't have to do anything
anymore, because I'm moving out.
You can't do that.
[bill] Blanchard.
He looks really weird.
Not like himself at all.
I think that's what
they always look like.
They, um, must have had to do a
lot of reconstructive stuff on him.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Bill? It's imperative that I talk with you.
- [Gasps]
It's about your parents,
about him,
about some of the things that
have been happening here lately.
Society.
- What-what do you mean, society?
- Not here.
Meet me tonight at Franklin
Canyon, about 9:00, at the gate.
Wait a minute. Petrie?
Petrie? Hey!
[engine starts]
Petrie!
Hey? Petrie? Hey.
[cracking sound]
[cracking sound]
Who's there?
[gasps] Oh!
[grunts]
- [man laughing]
- [footsteps receding]
Who are you?
[gasps, grunts]
- Clarisa, what are you doing here?
- I live here.
Yeah, look, I just saw
Petrie with his neck cut.
Poor baby.
I hope he didn't make a mess.
Where's your phone, huh?
This isn't the one.
I don't think we need the lab
to tell us there's no blood.
Look, officer,
this isn't the car.
They-they must have taken it.
I don't know.
They?
What are you hopped up on?
Look, I'm telling you,
someone killed Martin Petrie.
Up against the car, kids.
Look, this isn't the car, okay?
It was a Volvo, not whatever this is.
There was a dead person in it.
Is it really that boring
being rich?
You going to frisk me too?
I guess you're just
naturally fucked up, huh?
Next time I see you,
it will be a lot less pleasant.
What now?
You can go home with me.
- I'm not in the mood, all right?
- That's not what I meant.
- [boy] All right.
- [banging sound]
All right. Hey!
We'll begin the Presidential
Debate in a Moment.
Bill, why didn't you come home last night?
Mom and Dad are really upset.
Jenny, do you have
anything to tell me?
What do you want me to say?
Come on. I swear...
I swear it'll be just between you and me.
Just-just tell me the truth.
- About what?
- You know what.
Bill, I'm really worried
about you.
[sighs]
Yeah. Sure you are.
[Milo]
All right, quiet down.
Thank you.
Where's Petrie?
It's strange that Martin Petrie
isn't here. He's never late.
He's won every attendance award.
- But he's not coming here.
- [students murmuring]
No, please.
David-David Blanchard's death
was no accident.
David Blanchard tried to tell me
about the society that kills...
To keep its existence
a secret.
They killed Blanchard.
Martin Petrie tried to tell me
about-about this society,
but they got to him
before I did.
I saw Petrie,
last night in
Franklin Canyon... murdered.
- [all gasping]
- [student] What?
Martin Petrie is dead.
[students laughing]
Would someone like to tell me
what's going on here?
- I had car trouble.
- [laughter increases]
Nice speech, Whitney.
[laughing]
Bill...
- Bill? Bill, we gotta talk.
- Leave me alone, Milo.
I fucked you up, man, and I'm sorry.
I didn't think you'd take it this far.
What do you mean?
I mean, I was the one who put the
shrunken head in your locker...
And the sex doll in your Jeep,
but I didn't think you'd flip out.
You! You, Petrie, Ferguson.
Who else was in on this, huh?
Who else, asshole?
Just give me a chance to explain.
I'm trying to tell you,
you crazy son of a bitch,
but you got your own answers, as usual.
I'm not in on anything,
but I followed you to Franklin Canyon last night.
I saw Petrie and Ferguson coming out of the woods.
Petrie was wrapped in a blanket.
Then some old station wagon
showed up. Then an old Ford.
The whole thing was weird.
You-you saw it?
I only followed you because
of the way you were acting.
Wait a minute. Then-then it's not me.
I'm not going crazy.
Right.
Hey. Why the dolls
and stuff?
I don't know.
You just got me angry.
You know, I'm your best
friend when it suits you.
Guess I do go
a little overboard.
- I'm sorry.
- [chuckles]
It's all right, man.
It's all right.
Milo, I, uh,
I don't know what kind of
trouble this is gonna be.
I'm with you.
[squeaks brakes,
shuts off engine]
[car door slams]
[shuts off engine]
[crickets chirping]
[muttering]
Why doesn't it surprise me
that you're all here like this?
Thank God you're here.
You nearly spoiled everything.
[vehicle approaching]
You know, we've been
worried sick about you.
Look, I would really love
to stay and shoot the shit,
but I got a big day tomorrow,
so I'm-I'm gonna go to bed.
- [gasps]
- No, wait.
No, wait a minute, Bill.
We want to talk to you for a second.
I-I don't think so.
Wait, what are you doin'?
Let go of me.
Let go!
- Bill. Bill. Bill!
- What do you think you're doing? What?
I'm sorry. You know how
I hate to give you drugs.
You can't do this to me.
I have rights, okay? I'm almost 18!
Thanks, Cleve.
[hissing, increasing
in volume]
[starts engine]
[doors, stretcher
clattering]
- [woman on P.A.] Maintenance...
- [phone ringing]
Excuse me. Miss!
Bill... uh, William Whitney.
What room's he in?
[sighing] Whitney.
I don't see anything here
about a Whitney.
[sighs deeply] I know he's here.
He was just brought in.
Well, just a minute.
- [door opening, closing] -
[woman on P.A.] Dr. Oswald, 5493.
Dr. Oswald, 5493.
- William Whitney?
- Yeah.
- Are you a relative?
- Yes!
- Well, you have to go to the morgue, then.
- The morgue?
- Mm-hmm.
- He isn't dead! He just got here.
- Well, I'm sorry.
- No, no, no!
No, no! You're not sorry,
there's been a mistake!
Now, please. We don't want
to have to call security.
He can't be!
[siren wailing]
[car door closing]
- [rushing sound] - [bill]
Blanchard, what's up?
[Blanchard] I've got
something you've got to hear.
[Dr. Cleveland] I'm sorry.
You know how I hate to give you drugs.
[Jenny] He just wasn't
the right sort for me.
[Dad] You know the schedule.
First we dine, then copulation.
- With someone your own age first.
- [ted] Bill, I fucked your sister.
I mean, everybody else got so turned
on, they fucked her too.
[Mom] You know you'll make such
a great contribution to society.
[man, indistinct] Do you
know anything about this?
[boy] Aah! Aah! No!
[panting]
Blanchard?
- [boy] No!
- [clattering, struggling]
- [doctor] Let's get this one out of here.
- [nurse] Yes, doctor.
- Easy, easy, easy. Hold this.
- [Boy] Ow! Ow!
- [whimpering continues] - Disconnect the cord.
[doctor continues, indistinct]
[grunting, retching]
[chuckles]
[chuckles] That's right,
roll out the red carpet.
Bill Whitney never
disappoints, huh?
[chortles] Ha!
They said you
were dead.
Things are just
the way they seem.
Only more so, Milo.
- [chuckles]
- What happened?
- What did they do to you?
- Nothin'!
I'm here, aren't I, huh?
I won, Milo. I'm free.
They couldn't handle Whitney
the wonder boy. [Laughing]
Bullshit.
It's a setup!
- Look, they even brought your Jeep here.
- Come on!
They just want me to be happy.
[giggles]
Bill, you're
officially dead.
Come on! Can't you see they're
setting you up for something?
Paranoid? I'm not paranoid.
All my fears are real.
- Come on.
- [starting engine]
Let's party, jelly bean.
Hmm?
Where's your Mom?
- Or was she in on this too?
- Why don't you come upstairs?
I want to be
a bad girl for you.
Oh, bad little girl.
Is that right, huh? Bad little girl?
Oh. Huh?
You want to get rough?
- Things aren't the way they seem, Billy.
- Oh, yeah?
Why don't you
stay here awhile?
- Stay here awhile.
- [panting]
Quit it.
It doesn't work anymore.
- Don't go home, Billy.
- Don't go home?
Are you kidding?
They want me home!
It's time
to party hearty!
[door opens, closes]
Where are we going?
What's the plan?
Plan?
Are you kiddin'?
[starts engine]
Aah! Shit!
[grunts] Mrs. Carlyn!
Don't do that!
All right.
Get out of the car.
[gasps]
Okay. We're gonna take
a little ride.
- [slams door]
- But don't touch the hair.
[starts engine]
[woman grunts]
[man] Shh!
- [clicks light switch] -
[rustling, distant shouting]
[whispering, indistinct]
[man, whispering]
Where did he go?
- [man,
laughing] - [woman] Shh!
[man, whispering]
I hear him.
Mom? Dad?
[beeping]
- Fuck, Mom.
- [woman screaming]
[car doors closing]
[laughing, indistinct]
[man, whispering]
Keep it down.
[panting, sighing]
Okay.
Mom? Dad?
I'd like to have
a little chat with you.
[grunting, shouting]
[chattering, laughing]
- [Mom clapping]
- [various people] Yes, yes.
Wonderful.
Wonderful!
Everyone was
just wonderful.
[woman]
Oh, thank you.
And now, ladies and
gentlemen, Judge Carter.
[choking, panting]
- [chuckling] My dear, dear...
- Ohh.
Ah! You were both
absolutely brilliant.
- [giggling]
- Oh, thank you.
Well done.
Well done indeed.
Effective.
Efficient.
- Oh!
- And, to say the very least, entertaining?
[crowd laughing]
I do love the...
smell of the hunt.
And the taste
of the shunt.
- What's goin' on?
- You see, Bill.
It's like this:
[chuckling] There's no
business like show business.
[all laughing]
- Who are you?
- Oh, I am not your mother.
Jesus, Bill. You never were one of us.
[laughing]
Who are you?
You almost understand,
don't you, Bill?
You're a different race
from us. A different species.
A different class.
You're not one of us!
You have to be born
in the society.
- Alien scum.
- [laughing] No.
No, we're not from outer space,
or anything like that.
We have been here...
as long as you have.
It's a matter of...
good breeding, really.
- [choking] Alien scum!
- [coughing]
[car approaching]
[car doors slamming]
Good evening, miss.
[chattering, chuckling]
[groaning]
[groaning continues]
Clarisa!
Where have you been?
You're late! Come.
You've done
very well, Jim.
I'm pleased to be able
to contribute.
Anything for society.
You too, young man.
You have a bright future ahead of you.
We may have an internship for
you this summer, in Washington.
[chuckles, exhales]
Come on.
Come on, Mrs. Carlyn.
You're gonna be my date.
Jenny's going to Radcliffe.
She'll tour Europe first, of course.
Oh, Nanny, Nanny,
you are such a lucky woman.
Jenny is a real beauty.
She possesses such...
natural poise.
[chuckles]
Yes, Jim and I both derive a
great deal of pleasure from her.
- Don't we, darling?
- [clattering]
[whimpering, shouting]
Ladies and gentlemen,
tonight...
we have a doubleheader!
- Blanchard.
- [whispering] Yeah.
[raucous laughing]
After the first shunting,
we'll have that special treat
we've been hearing so much about.
A wonderful specimen,
in his prime,
nurtured by Jim and Nan
in their very own home.
[laughing wickedly]
[Blanchard]
Get it off. Help!
[groaning continues]
[gasps, chokes]
Keep your eye on Blanchard,
Billy boy... 'cause you're next.
[Blanchard]
You're hurting me!
What are you doing?
[sobbing] Oh, God!
Please!
[crowd growling,
chattering]
[screams]
Let go of me!
[slurping]
[Blanchard moaning]
Jim? Jenny?
- [Jenny] Good-bye, David.
- [chuckles]
- [moaning]
- [gagging]
[billy moaning]
Stop it!
You're not getting a taste for
these pathetic animals, are you?
Don't worry!
You'll get your share.
We're all gonna
get our share.
- What the fuck's going on?
- Didn't you know, Billy boy?
The rich have always sucked
off low-class shit like you.
There it is.
There's the house.
Hey! Hey, what are
you doing in there?
This is a private party.
And private property. It's members only.
- We're invited!
- Oh, you're invited?
- Who's that?
- This is my mother!
[snorts]
That's your...
Hair!
Hair, Mrs. Carlyn!
[guard] Wait a minute...
[groaning]
[chattering, chuckling]
[Cleveland] He's good and
pliable, your honor!
[woman laughing]
Oh, my lord.
[cackling]
Oh, look. Look!
A beauty mark!
Pretty, isn't it?
Please.
- [growls, munches]
- [woman] Ah, yes!
And now,
we'll get
to the bottom...
Oh, God!
- Of this!
- [screaming]
[growling, moaning]
[laughing] Whoo!
[Clarisa]
Run, Billy!
I love you.
[continues laughing]
Billy!
[Cleveland]
Where are you?
[chortling]
Where are you, Billy?
Anyone around my base
is "I-T," it.
It's show time, Billy!
You want to play, huh?
You want to play?
[laughing]
[panting] You! You!
[chuckles wickedly]
Let me give you
a hand, Bill.
[wicked laughter]
- [slurping, dripping sound]
-Mom?
Oh, Billy.
How sweet of you...
To come here to me!
- [sighing] - If you have
any edible fantasies...
you'd like to indulge in,
Billy, now's the time.
[laughing]
[flatulence]
Uh, well, son,
I guess you're right.
I am a butthead.
[laughs hysterically]
Hey, hey. Hey, Bill?
[flatulence]
[laughing continues]
[screams]
[laughs] It's just another
hang-up, Billy.
[gurgling sound]
♪♪ ["Eton Boat Song,"
instrumental]
[laughing, chattering]
- No way!
- Ohh!
♪♪ [continues]
Stop it.
I don't want to...
[guffawing] Hi-ho, everybody!
Here comes Billy!
Let go of me! Stop!
Dinner is served.
Billy on the half-shell!
Billy...
Leave her alone!
[scoffs]
Oh-ho, well, well, well.
Look what we have here.
Are you going to rescue the young maiden, Billy?
- Something like that.
- [chuckles]
You and me,
man-to-man.
[giggles]
Well, well. A slave revolt.
[continues laughing]
I love it. You gotta save the girl.
It's so cute!
Billy, don't!
You'll only make it worse.
- Shut up, Clarisa.
- Jim and Nan, where the hell are ya?
[digestive rumblings]
[bones cracking]
[coughing, gasping]
I've got to
pull myself together.
A beauty mark.
[chuckles]
[coughs, chokes]
I'm getting
too old for this.
Nan! Jim!
Hey, come on, you guys!
Knock it off, will ya?
You have got to come downstairs.
- You've got to see this!
- [Jim] Be right out.
- We're changing.
- Oh, really? Into what?
[laughs uproariously]
Members of society...
hailing
from Beverly Hills,
with lineage dating
from Julius Caesar...
and Genghis Khan.
The Master of the Hunt,
the Champion of the Shunt...
Ted "The Tycoon" Ferguson!
[cheering, applauding]
And, in this corner,
from nowhere in particular,
Bill "The Bastard" Whitney.
Gentlemen, begin!
- Begin!
- [crowd cheering, jeering]
Is everybody ready for the
big shunt of the night?
Hey, Ferguson...
[billy grunts]
- More? More?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Shunt him! Shunt him!
Shunt the little bastard!
Bill! Bill!
Bill!
See this arm, Bill?
You'll get very familiar with it.
[grunts]
[man]
Whoo-hoo! C'mon, boy!
Stop! No!
[shrieking]
Shit! [Gagging]
Is that all ya got?
Huh?
Come on, Gumby.
Give me your best sh...
- [grunts] - All right, Billy.
The game's over.
I told you, Whitney.
We don't lose.
Ever. [Slurping]
Yes! Don't even
touch him! Goddamn!
[man]
What's going on?
No!
[groaning in pain]
[man] No. No!
[gurgling]
[girl] God,
he's turned him inside out.
[man] Don't touch it
or you'll be killed!
[grunting] Clarisa!
Bill! Come on, man.
You'll never get away
with this.
[whimpering]
Don't count on it.
Butthead.
Come on! Come on!
Whoo!
[Milo]
Get out of the way!
[slurping sounds]
[judge]
Well, Dr. Cleveland.
It looks as though I may have an
opening in Washington next summer.
- Know what I mean?
- Mm. Mm.
[woman] ♪ When you
get tired of winning♪
♪ When you get tired
of fame♪
♪ Or when your head
is spinning♪
♪ And you've drunk
all the best champagne♪
♪ When we'll all
sing together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll
all sing together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪ Oh, how we all get richer♪
♪ Playing the rolling game♪
♪ Only the poor get poorer♪
♪ We feed off them
all the same♪
♪ Then we'll all sing
together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all sing
together♪
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪♪ [continues, instrumental]
♪ Some may call us sinners♪
♪ Be thankful
that's all they'll say♪
♪ Some may call us sinners♪
♪ It's done
with such restraint♪
♪ And we'll all sing together?
?
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ And we'll all sing together?
?
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪♪ [instrumental]
♪ Some will call us sinners♪
♪ Be thankful that's all
they'll say♪
♪ Some may call us sinners♪
♪ It's done
with such restraint♪
♪ Then we'll all sing
together♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all sing forever?
?
♪ Society waits for you♪
♪ Then we'll all sing together
♪
♪ To society we'll be true♪
♪ Then we'll all sing together
♪
♪ Society waits for you♪♪