The S.S. Swenson (2019) - full transcript

[guitar strumming]

♪ I had a monster
inside of me ♪

♪ And did she make
a fool of me ♪

♪ With boozy scales ♪

♪ And eyes fire red ♪

♪ "Ride with me"
is what she said ♪

♪ Though our dev'lish friend
meant well ♪

♪ It's time for us
to leave this hell ♪

♪ So be she harsh
or be she gay ♪

♪ The sea
is our truest friend ♪

♪ Err day ♪



[birds chirping]

[boat engine roaring]

[soft music plays]

[man exhales]

[sighs]

[sniffs]

[exhales]

[groans]

[in British accent] Up and out!
Up and out!

Good morning, Captain.

What time is it?

Present, Captain Swan.

You grumpy boy.

Able seaman Bonnie Swenson?



Present, Captain Swan.

Able seaman Coughie Swenson.

- Where's Coughie?
- [Bonnie] I'll get him.

[Coughie] Present, Captain Swan!

Excellent.
Everyone accounted for.

[both panting]

That's fine.
Everyone in the car.

[guy sighs]

We're off to inquire
as to the cost of our vessel.

[car engine failing]

- Guess not.
- Shut it!

[soft music plays]

[Bonnie] Land ahoy! Land ho!

- Is this the spot, Captain?
- Looks like the spot, Bon-Bon.

- Mm-hm.
- I'll stay with the stuff?

- Nobody wants your stuff, Ricky.
- I mean, it's all of our stuff.

Nobody wants
your shitty shit, Rick.

[all sigh]

All right, crew.
Rick, get Coughie.

First we'll have
a quick breakfast time.

Uh-huh.

[Coughie] Oh, yeah!

[man] It wasn't Ray, it was me.

[man 2] Trev, I knew it was you.

Who the hell else
would've eaten it?

- You know it was me...
- Good morning, gentlemen.

We are three souls
in search of a vessel.

- Who are you?
- I'm Captain Swan.

This is my first mate, Rick,
and my able seaman, Bonnie.

[man chuckles]

- How can we help you?
- We want a boat.

What's the boat for, sweetheart?

Healing.

We need a vessel
that we can sleep on.

One bed's fine.

First of all,
we don't sell boats here.

We keep them here,
we gas them up,

we rent out like a couple.

Uh...

Okay, look, I know a guy
named Terry in Huntington

that could help you out.

I can write you
his address down, but...

even like a tight fit, a
fiberglass Catalina is gonna run

at least, like, four,
four and a half thousand.

- Yeah, with a hole in it.
- At least.

Four and a half thousand...

- Thank you.
- How are we gonna...

Thank you, gentlemen.
Have yourselves a wonderful day.

- Yeah, it was nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

[Ricky] Four
and a half thousand dollars...

Not a word.

Got a lotta, lotta work to do.

- Lotta, lotta work to do.
- Off we go!

[Ricky sighs]
Please get the car fixed.

Lotta, lotta work to do.

[upbeat music plays]

♪ I had hungry eyes ♪

♪ But these days ♪

♪ I've got no appetite ♪

♪ And now I'm not
a bag of bones ♪

♪ Fancy clothes ♪

♪ Or the things I own ♪

♪ And I don't need no home ♪

♪ No place to go ♪

♪ And I don't need no home ♪

♪ No place to go ♪

♪ I don't need a bed ♪

♪ Just a comfy place ♪

♪ To rest my head ♪

♪ And I will build a house ♪

♪ Around your heart ♪

♪ Underneath your blouse ♪

♪ Me and my dirty pants ♪

♪ We shower just as often ♪

♪ As the trees
and the plants ♪

♪ Boxcars and broken teeth ♪

♪ The choo-choo train ♪

♪ Will chew my food for me ♪

♪ And I don't need no home ♪

♪ No place to go ♪

♪ And I don't need no home ♪

♪ No place to go ♪

♪ And I don't need no home,
no place... ♪

[car horn honking]

- Waffle fries.
- As your captain, no.

And as your dietitian,
definitely not.

- I hope you die.
- Bon-Bon!

Rick, are you gonna
let our able seaman...

- [Bonnie] Semen.
- [Swan] Semen.

Are you gonna let her talk
to your captain like that?

- Ricky.
- What's up?

- You're looking pathetic, mate.
- Come on.

[Swan] You come on. Every night.

Either get the gal back,
or don't.

- But don't mope.
- I'm not.

She's better off with you
than with that pig Coco.

Coco can eat a bag of...

- Hey, guys.
- Darla, my love.

- Hey, girl.
- What's up, girl?

- Hey, Rick.
- Yo.

So what can I get for you, guys?

What you got?

I got Mello Yello,
Blueberry Kush...

Anything else?

See Coco.

- So... Mello.
- Blueberry.

If we're getting Blueberry,
then we're getting waffle fries.

Deal. And waffles fries.

- 30? 20?
- 40.

Rick, give the lady 40.

- Um...
- Come on, give it up.

It's okay
if we crash here tonight?

Yeah, you know
my dad doesn't care.

That lady fucking waving.
One second!

Waffle fries coming right up.

Rick, you gotta go see Coco.

- Why doesn't Bonnie go?
- I don't mind.

We're not sending our
little baby sis to a drug den.

- His mom's basement.
- Look at her, how cute she is.

He lives in his mom's basement.

[Swan] I think
he fancies Bon-Bon.

- No.
- I do.

- Why don't you go see Coco?
- That's going to happen.

What did we make today?

Not a lot.
Like, uh, 60 after the beer...

Okay, so 45 to the boat,

and 15 to waffle fries
and the lovely lady's tip.

No. There's 20 left
after the weed, man.

No tip. Tomorrow will be better.

Let's go get lovely
for these waffle fries, huh?

- Yes, Captain!
- I'm gonna get ready for sleep.

- Night, Ricky.
- Night.

You did good today, brother.

Thanks. Night.

Save some for your captain, huh?
Give it here.

We need to be making
more money, Captain.

- Tomorrow will be better.
- What's tomorrow?

- Go to the mall!
- No.

We can never go back
to the mall.

Are the walkies charged?

- House-hop?
- Hmm...

While all the little kiddies
are at school,

and the buzzing bees
are hard at work,

we shall take the honey

from their unguarded
little honeypots.

[click]

[rock music plays]

- Okay, come on out.
- [Ricky] Copy, coming out now.

That was nice and clean, crew.
Rick, how was the take?

The take...
Uh, we got some whisky,

and crackers, bread,

snacks, snacks, some carrots...

- Fuck the carrots. Money, Rick!
- Uh, like 40 bucks.

- Rick, I said get at least 50.
- But there was only 40.

- You only found 40.
- Captain.

No. No, no.
One more house it is.

- Swan.
- That's final.

[beeping]

All right, last one.

- Captain?
- [Swan] Yes?

- You wanna do one?
- The captain drives the ship.

- I could do one, Rick.
- [sighing] No, it's okay.

- You got your walkie?
- Yeah.

[upbeat music playing]

- Hi there. You must be Mark.
- Hey.

- You're Mark?
- Uh, no.

I'm sorry, it's been
a long day of seeing people.

- What's your name?
- Rick.

You're here for the nanny
position, I presume?

- Yeah.
- Okay, Rick, I'm Jim Davies.

You can call me Jim.
It's very nice to meet you.

[Ricky] Very nice to meet you.

Let's talk, shall we?
Come on in.

Sit your behind down, Ricky.

Can I get you
something to drink?

- Uh, I'm fine.
- No, I insist.

How about a glass of lemonade?

- Uh...
- Sit, sit.

One moment.
Lemonade's all right?

Yup.

[Jim] Are you hungry?

- Uh, no, thank you.
- You sure?

What are we talking?

[Jim] I made a blueberry pie
last night.

I've got a ton leftover
to get rid of.

Sounds good.

There you go.

Cheers.

So, Ricky,
did you bring me a resume?

Um... No, just me.

Oh, you know,
normally it's customary to...

Uh, well, do you have experience
taking care of children?

Yeah.

Could you provide me
with some references?

How do you mean?

Parents of the families
you've worked for as a nanny.

- Phone numbers.
- Uh...

No, that wouldn't be possible.

- I'm sorry, I don't understand.
- Okay. Pie's real good.

Why can't you give me
phone numbers?

Because they're... they're dead.

Who were you nannying for?

Well, my brother
and sister and I,

I guess we kind
of nannied each other.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Your parents passed?

Yeah. Well, my adoptive parents.

When did they pass away?
If you don't mind me asking.

Well, my dad, recent-ish.
Like two years ago.

And I don't remember his, uh...
My mom.

- I'm so sorry.
- [Ricky] Yeah.

That's really tough.

So the position would be
a full-time live-in situation

where you would stay
with us overnight

Sunday through Thursday.

- Are you a student?
- No.

Great. So I leave every morning
on weekdays at 6:00 a.m.

Your duties throughout the day
would be

to prepare meals for Cookie,
make sure he's ready for school,

walk him to school,
and then just...

His name's Cookie?

- Yes.
- You named him that?

No, his mother
was an unusual character, she...

May she rest in peace.

- [Ricky] How old is Cookie?
- Fifteen, turning sixteen.

You want me
to walk him to school?

Um, he's been going
through a rough time lately.

- Kids pick on him?
- No, nothing like that. It's...

His father... My partner, Bob,

passed away
a month and a half ago.

And we've both been dealing
with it, but he's young,

and so obviously he's really
having a difficult time.

I bet.

I know he can walk
to school on his own.

It's just he refuses
to talk to a grief counselor,

and I wish I could be here
for him all the time,

but my job is very demanding,
and now I'm the sole provider.

[chuckles]

And I don't mean
to dump all of this on you.

No, it's fine. Go on.

Thank you. Uh...

It's just that's the situation,

and I wanted
to be upfront about it.

- That's hard.
- It is. Um...

Bob was a... a great father.

He looks real nice.

I'm sorry for your loss.

[door opens]

Oh, that's Cookie now.

[door closes]

Hey, guy!

This is Rick.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Rick might be taking
the position of nanny

that we talked about.

Why don't you show him
around the house a little bit?

Okay. Come with me.

- So... this is my room.
- You really like movies, huh?

Yeah.
I have this pretty cool camera.

My dad gave it to me.
Well, it was my dad's.

- What is it?
- Uh, eight millimeter, you know.

Shoots film. Pretty cool.

- [Ricky chuckles]
- Yeah.

- That's cool.
- Yeah.

Actually, let me go show you
my dad's room.

Okay.

[Cookie] Jim's kept it
the same since.

My dad was paranoid.
He did lots of weird stuff.

What kind of stuff?

He would hear things
and he'd call the police,

and they'd come over,
and Jim would cook,

and we'd all eat. Cops too.

- It sounds funny.
- Yeah.

He talked
about nuclear war a lot too.

Scary stuff.

He was always preparing
for the worst.

Let me show you the guest room
where you'd be staying.

Whoa, I'd sleep here?

Yeah. This would be your room.

[Ricky exhales]

Ooh... Yeah, that's comfy.

This room's just empty?

Yeah, it's our guest room.

- It's a big house, man.
- Yeah.

[Ricky sighs]

- I gotta go. Um...
- Okay.

- Thanks for the tour.
- Yeah.

[Ricky] Well, it was nice
to meet you guys.

You as well, Ricky.

I think you're a good fit here.
You want the job?

- Yeah, I do.
- Great. Let me have your number.

Um, I actually
gotta get a new phone. I...

No worries.
I have a business card.

Just follow up with me
in a couple of days.

Sounds good.

- Okay. Bye.
- But wait.

- We didn't discuss compensation.
- [Ricky] Oh.

I was thinking
400 dollars a week,

obviously a room to sleep in
and full fridge access.

- Are you okay?
- What happened?

I might've gotten a job.

- What do you mean?
- A nanny job.

- What are you talking about?
- The guy in the house, Jim,

was looking for a nanny
for his kid.

The guy whose house
you were gonna rob?

Yeah.

- Well, that's crazy.
- [Ricky] Yeah.

- Are you gonna do it?
- I'd like to.

Rick, we need to stick together
and focus right now.

We're doing something here.

It's critical
that we remain as one.

- The boat.
- Yes, Ricky.

I mean, I'd be making money.

- How much?
- [Ricky] Like 400 a week.

We'll talk about this later.

- I mean, 400 a week. That's...
- No.

I'd be able to steal food
and feed all of us.

- No.
- And there's a bedroom

where I could sneak you guys in,
I was thinking.

- No.
- No?

It could be fun.
A bed would be nice.

- Yeah.
- Who's the captain here?

Do captains sleep in diners?

Yeah, I don't wanna sleep
in the diner anymore.

We don't always sleep
in the diner.

I don't wanna sleep
in the fucking car either, man.

We could all cuddle.

Yeah. When's the last time
we all cuddled?

- It has been some time.
- Well, he just wants to cuddle.

Yeah, just wanna cuddle.
Come here.

[sighing] We'll try it out.

Now, I don't want to talk
about this for another minute.

- [Ricky] Okay.
- It is time to play.

[folk music playing]

♪ As the waves
do thrash around ♪

♪ We dance on deck
'til the sun come down ♪

♪ Let the wind sing
through the night ♪

♪ Whistling and pushing us
towards the light ♪

♪ Though we've many sins
on board ♪

♪ Still we're a-knockin'
on heaven's door ♪

♪ We are the S.S. Swenson ♪

♪ Trying to stay afloat ♪

♪ Your donation
would be a blessing ♪

♪ To help us buy our boat ♪

[whistling]

♪ We are humble seafolk ♪

♪ Howling you our tale ♪

♪ Help us make it real ♪

♪ Help us to set sail ♪

♪ We are the S.S. Swenson ♪

♪ Tired of eating kelp ♪

♪ Boats are expensive ♪

♪ Even a dollar helps ♪

[Ricky] Hmm...

[Bonnie] Hmm...

[Swan moans]

[Swan moans]

[Bonnie moans]

[man] You fucking Swenson boys,
I swear to fucking god.

You're the worst.

Fucking hipster hardy boys
driving me fucking crazy.

Ma! What's up with the AC?

Oh, fuck.

Bitch don't do
nothing round here, man.

Yo, if I do this, man,
if I fucking do

this shit right here,
that's gonna be a solid.

I'm talking, I'm screaming
like a real solid, homie.

- I know
- Like...

Like I ain't
gotta do you a solid,

but I am, 'cause that's me now,
brand new Coco.

Selling shit is on the way out.
It's music, man.

Me and Phil, we're
onto some next level shit, dawg.

- [Ricky] Yeah?
- [Coco] Assuredly.

[Phil inhales]

I know Swan is sniffing

and shnarffing
this shit up with you, man.

I shouldn't
be giving you nothing.

- Yeah, I know, man.
- [Coco] He got a debt.

He gotta give me my money.

Yeah, man. Definitely. I agree.

I mean... Or you could just,
like, bring your sister by.

Uh...

[Coco laughs]

I'm fuckin with you, man.
I'm fuckin kidding, man. Fuck.

[laughs]

- Yo, yo, how is Bonnie?
- She's fine.

- She still make art, man?
- Uh...

Yo, yo. That's...
That's fucking great, man,

because me and Phil,
we're making art, bro.

Yo, Phil's making the beats,
all right?

Yo, he wants you to call him
Philostein from now on.

- That's cool, man.
- Yeah, yeah.

We got this girl Flo
singing all our hooks. Flo.

She got that junk in the trunk
just like I love.

[laughs]

I thought you were with Darla.

Yeah. Yeah, no, yeah.

Yeah, Flo, just...
She's just singing, man.

You know, like... You know.

It's gotta work, you know.
But Darla, yeah, yeah.

I'm just trying to be
a peaceful me, homie. Like...

Let's be honest. Like, you and
Darla was a fuckin thing before

and then you wasn't, like,
fucking chilling for a while.

And now you chilling again,
and I just...

don't want there
to be any drama, that's all.

I don't want any drama either.

Good. Good.

What you want?

A couple of vials
of shnarff-shnarff,

a little bit of rock.

All right. You talk to Swan?

- Yeah. For sure.
- I need that fucking money.

Yo, you wanna hear the new tune
we been working on?

- Phil, you cool I show Rick?
- I'm hungry.

[Coco] I'm gonna show Rick,
all right?

So it's just like still, like,
an idea, you know what I mean?

So just think of it as like...
like a rough cut.

- Okay.
- All right.

Here we go.
All right. Here we go.

[electronic music playing]

Yo, how you
turn the metronome off?

- All right, fuck it, fuck it.
- Oh.

This shit's sick, man.
Feel that.

- Oh.
- Ooh.

- You want some?
- Yeah.

All right.

[sniffing]

Woo!

All right, feel me, feel me.

[exhales]

♪ I'm a music master,
business blaster ♪

♪ You catch me at the club,
I's gonna be plastered ♪

♪ I got my bitches with me,
I got a pill with me ♪

♪ Got my boy Phil with me ♪

♪ Come, come,
come with me, boy ♪

♪ Coco's got the stuff ♪

[Coco] ♪ Yeah, sing it, Phil ♪

♪ Yeah, Coco does it rough ♪

♪ Yeah, you know I do ♪

♪ He's gonna take your stuff ♪

♪ I'm gonna take your shit,
son ♪

♪ Coco's got the stuff ♪

♪ Assuredly, I fucking do ♪

Ha!

[laughs]

That's that shit.
That's that fire.

That's that Philostein.
You's a genius.

That's it, man.
That's the future.

That's gonna be it, man.
But like... Like I need it, man.

Like I'm tired
of the same old shit, man.

Like... Like... Like I just sit
around, just get people high.

My mom's always
trying to fuck with me,

trying to get Phil
kicked out and shit, bro.

- The fuck you just say?
- That woke you up, huh?

What the fuck? I...
What is it this time?

You, like, you know,
sleep here every night,

you're eating all our groceries,
you're dirty...

Like you, like you... She said
you don't care about the music.

Fucking bullshit, man!

I don't give
a fuck about the music?

I fuckin make the fucking music.

Man, I know, I know.

[Phil] I believe in your talent,
bro.

Like there's no fucking way,
man.

She don't give a shit
about the music, yo.

You remember
when I first came here, man?

I came in here looking
for some fucking dope,

I didn't have nothing,
and what did you say to me?

I said,
"No money, no fuckin dope."

Yeah, exactly,
and what'd I say to you?

You said, "What's up
with this microphone and shit?"

Yeah, man. Fucking music history

happening right the fuck
before your eyes, motherfucker.

And your mom thinks I don't
give a fuck about the music?

Look, maybe I don't have
a place to stay,

you might not have a producer,
but we got both those things.

Yeah.

We got both
of those fucking things.

So fuck your mom. We're good.

- We got this.
- Fuck yeah!

Your Mom
can suck my fucking dick.

- Fuck that bitch!
- Yo. Yo, yo, yo.

I can sleep wherever I want.

I can sleep here,
I can sleep on the street.

I choose to sleep here.
I can eat whatever the fuck...

[Coco] Don't worry him.
He's fucking...

He's fucking up and down
like that all the time.

- [Ricky] Yeah?
- [Coco] This art shit.

I feel like I can be good
for my planet.

You know what I mean?
Like, good for the Earth.

Mother Earth.

That's my mama, man.
That's my fucking mama.

[exhales]

- Give me 200.
- Yeah.

You know what I mean?
Like... Like...

Like mankind be like any
regular motherfucker dude, man.

You know what I mean?
Like... Like philosophers say,

like, every bitch wanna fuck
their daddy,

every homie wanna fuck his mama.

Deadass, you know what I mean?
So it's like...

It's like it makes sense
for mankind

to wanna fuck Mother Earth.

But, like,
I just hate sitting back

and watching motherfuckers
fuck Mama on the regular,

you know what I'm saying?

Oh, fuck. God.

Yeah.

You know? Fuck!

- Yeah, man.
- [Coco exhaling]

All right.
Yo, get the fuck out of here.

Let me do my art, son.

- You wanna order a pizza?
- I'm sick of pizza.

- Sick of pizza? Woah.
- How about eggs?

- Breakfast for dinner?
- Yeah.

- B-4-D?
- B-4-D.

All right. Uh, you get the eggs.

- All right.
- Thanks.

- You got any homework?
- [Cookie] No.

- How you like your eggs?
- Scrambled.

All right, scramble them up.
They don't...

They don't give you homework
at private school?

[Cookie] I do it at school.

Homework at school.

Listen, uh...

You know, I didn't do
my homework

when I was in high school.

You know, I just wanted
to play guitar, you know.

You don't have to lie to me.
I don't care.

- No lies. Sorry.
- It's all good, man.

When I was in high school,

I used to lie
to my dad all the time.

Me and my brother
and my sister...

we'd make up field trips
that didn't exist.

We'd make up permission forms,
everything, the whole bit.

- Really?
- Yeah, yeah.

Lots of stuff like that.
But I... You know, uh...

I don't know what you wanna do
when you grow up,

but if you do your homework,
you know,

you'll have
a couple more options, you know?

Like if you wanted
go to that movie school,

you're gonna need some grades.

[Cookie groans]

Yeah, you're right.

My dad used to do
my homework with me.

That's a...
That's a pretty cool dad.

- Yeah.
- I could do it with you.

- I didn't bring it home.
- It's cool, man.

No homework tonight. Tomorrow.

- Okay.
- Cool.

[pan sizzling]

[Jim] Hey, Rick,
you got a minute?

Hey, Jim.

[Jim] Hey, Ricky,
did I wake you up?

- Um, no, uh...
- [Jim] Can't sleep?

- I'm fine.
- [Jim exhales]

- [exhales]
- [Ricky] What...

[Jim] Hey, you know,

before you came around,
I was sleeping on this bed.

- [Ricky] Yeah?
- It was weird.

- [chuckling] It's still weird.
- Yeah, I bet.

- What's... What's up?
- Oh...

I haven't been travelling
in the last few weeks

for work, um,
because of obvious reasons,

but now it's time for me
to get back to it.

And I know it's short notice,

but I have to go to India
tomorrow for two weeks.

So I need you to stay

this weekend
and the next weekend.

- [Ricky] Okay.
- And I'll pay you double. 800?

- Sure.
- [Jim] And um... Great.

[Ricky] Uh,
so you leave tomorrow.

Yeah.

- Actually, today.
- [both chuckle]

I've talked to Cookie

and I told him
that I'll try to be back

this Saturday
before Cookie's birthday.

- [Ricky] Uh-huh.
- I'll definitely be back

for Cookie's birthday
on that Sunday.

So why don't I just pay you
now for this week...

Okay, sure.

Actually, I'll just pay you
for next week up front as well.

- Great.
- Great.

Uh, I'll be right back.

- My god, we're gonna be rich!
- Shh!

He has that kind of cash
just lying around?

Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.

- Captain.
- Captain. Shh!

So here you go. Here's 1200,

and there's some petty cash
there as well.

- Again, thank you so much.
- Yeah, no problem.

- All right, I'm off. Goodnight.
- Good night. Have a good trip.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm Bonnie. Rick's sister.

Okay. The door was unlocked.

- [Bonnie] Oh, you're Cookie.
- Yeah.

Oh, Rick's told us
so much about you.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.

Who is that guy?

That's our big brother, Swan.

We're not supposed to be here,
huh?

I don't mind. Jim's not here.

[Swan moaning]

[whispering] Come on. Come here.

[upbeat music plays]

- Ooh, I'm starving. You hungry?
- Um, I'm late for class.

- How late?
- School started at 9:00.

Hmm.

[in deep voice]
His step-father, yes.

Oh, Cookie's feeling
quite sick today.

I think
it's in his best interest...

- [Cookie chuckles]
- ...to stay home and rest.

Uh-huh. Oh, thank you.

Oh, don't...
don't bother with the homework.

We'll just have
to catch up on that

when he's feeling better.

Okay. Thank you. Goodbye then.

- [Cookie chuckles]
- Badda-boom!

Badda-boom! This is awesome!

Why? You've never skipped
before?

- Never.
- I think it's fine.

Have a nice day off.

You wanna make
breakfast for the boys?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

[whispering] One, two, three.

[both] Rise and shine!

- [Ricky] What?
- [Swan] What is this?

Bonnie.

- We made you guys breakfast.
- Bonnie.

It's okay.

- What time is it?
- 11:00.

Shit. Okay, okay.
Give me two minutes, okay?

And I'll get ready,
and we'll take you to school.

- Okay, buddy?
- Oh, we called the school.

- [Ricky] What?
- Tsk. Cookie's sick.

- What?
- Show him, Cookie.

[Cookie coughs] So sick.

Uh, Cookie,
can you give me and Bonnie

a minute alone
to talk about this, okay?

- Cookie, you're fine.
- Buddy?

What's the problem?

Well, Bonnie went
and introduced herself to Cookie

while we were sleeping
and called the school

and told them he was sick.

You slept in, he was late! Ah!

- Jim usually wakes me up.
- Well, I fixed it.

- Rick, it's my fault.
- No, it's not your fault.

No, no, no.
Nothing is no one's fault.

Nothing is wrong.

Cookie, you've met
my first mate, Rick,

my able seaman, Bonnie.

I'm Captain Swan
of the untimely S.S. Swenson.

- Like a boat?
- Yes.

- You guys have a boat?
- No. Not yet.

- I don't...
- In good time.

- Are you a smart Cookie?
- [Cookie] I get good grades.

- Are you strong?
- I don't know.

Hit me.

Well... he's no Popeye.

You guys want me
part of your crew?

Maybe. You ever kissed
a woman, Cookie?

We made you guys breakfast.
Come on.

Come on, it's gonna get cold.

- Ooh, you can cook?
- A little. Not really.

- [Swan] Excellent. Let's eat.
- Swan.

[Cookie] Come on, Rick.
Breakfast for breakfast.

- Yeah, buddy. B-4-B.
- [Bonnie] Come on, Cookie.

[Cookie] B-4-B!

This feels wrong.

You said his dad passed away.
Just like our papa.

- Yes.
- Does he have friends?

Well, he said
that for his birthday,

he wanted go to the movies
just me and him, so...

No, I think I'm his only friend.

- When's his birthday?
- Two weeks on Sunday.

So the kid takes
two weeks off school.

His fucking dad died.

Let's help him out,
show him a good time.

- And he could help too.
- How?

- Hmm... I don't know... yet.
- I'm gonna get fired.

No, no, no, no. It'll be...

our little secret, hmm?

Yeah.

Cookie, this was
quite the breakfast.

- Bonnie helped.
- [Swan] No, no, no.

Bon-Bon makes
a good little brekkie,

but nothing quite like this.

I could get used to this.

Cookie...

how would you like to be
resident chef

of the S.S. Swenson?

Sounds good to me.

I just still don't really
understand what it is.

We're a crew.

A family and a tribe.

We have a papa-shaped hole
in our chests just like you.

We've been filling that hole
with just about anything

we can get our hands on
for some time,

with no end
or answer in sight until...

the idea of a boat.

The long and short of it is,

we raise the money
for the vessel,

buy said vessel,

and then set sail
and live the simple life at sea

until our vices
have left our bodies

and we're at peace
with our loss.

- Vices?
- [Swan] Hmm.

- Filling holes?
- [Swan] Hmm.

Do you mean you guys do drugs?

Hypothetically.

But drugs are bad.
Don't do drugs.

I smoked a joint once this year.

- Did you now?
- [Cookie] Yeah.

Cookie!

Looks we've a lotta lot to learn
about you, Cookie.

- Welcome aboard, chef.
- Chef Cookie.

So... how do I get started?

I don't know, man.
I don't like it.

I think it's a bad idea.

♪ Doo-doo-doo-doo ♪

♪ Black eye, black eye ♪

[Swan] Are you ready
to bring home the bacon?

- Yeah.
- [Swan] Okay, so what you do

is you find
someone sitting alone,

you walk up to them
and you say...

"Excuse me, I got mugged,
I need some help.

All I need is some money
for a train ticket home."

[Swan]
You think you can do that?

I think so, yeah.
Can I try a cigarette?

No, you don't wanna smoke, man.
Come on.

Cook, cigs
are the devil's workers.

Only for dumb adults.

♪ I hope one day I feel okay ♪

♪ Oh, please, pain, go away ♪

♪ I promise to spread
nothing but love ♪

Excuse me, ma'am?

♪ When I'm done
with this bad stuff ♪

Excuse me, sir?

Whoo! I'm getting stoned.

Pardon me, miss?

♪ Oh, tomorrow ♪

♪ I could be so much better ♪

♪ Like a comfy sweater ♪

♪ I'm trying
not to hold it all in ♪

♪ The bad things
that I've been ♪

♪ But if you love someone
then you set them free ♪

♪ So I hold them inside me ♪

♪ Oh, tomorrow ♪

♪ Oh, tomorrow ♪

♪ Oh, tomorrow ♪

[both humming]

[guitar strumming]

To be continued.
I'm pretty tired, man.

Pack it in. Bring it in.

Give me some love.

- Good night, buddy.
- Good night.

[Ricky] ♪ Oh, tomorrow ♪

♪ Oh, tomorrow ♪

[Swan] She's a slippery one,
Bon-Bon!

- Give me my smokes!
- I'm trying!

Oh, wow, wow!
Chef, this looks like a delight.

- Breakfast is served.
- Thank you, Cookie.

Ah, I'll see you guys
in a couple of hours.

Where are you headed off to?

I'm gonna go
to my media arts class.

What if they see
that you're not so sickly?

Well, it's
the only class I like.

We have a project,
we're gonna get to make a movie,

so I gotta go.

- Just act diseased.
- Give me your best cough.

[Cookie coughs]

Hmm, no, no, no.

You've got a fantastic cough
in there

just dying to come out.

Like this.

[coughs]

Yeah, you've gotta...

[coughs]

Absolutely, Bon-Bon.
What you got, Chef?

[Cookie coughs]

What do you think, Coughie?

[Coughie] Pretty dope,
if you ask me.

That's the one.
Send it to print.

So what's this film gonna be?

I don't know yet, I thought
we could make it together.

Hmm, I like it.

We'll discuss later.
Run along to class.

- [Cookie coughs]
- That a lad.

- Ricky.
- What's up? What's up?

What's up?
There's no money left.

There's 40 dollars
in the drawer.

- I thought there was a 100.
- I bought groceries.

Groceries?
Well, now we have no provisions.

I gotta keep the fridge full,
man. I'm the nanny.

What about shnarff-shnarff, huh?

- We'll get money.
- We could sell the microwave.

We could, we could.

No, we already gotta replace
the TV, okay?

Okay, well, the day is young.

Bonnie, are the walkies charged?

- Yes, Captain.
- House-hop.

Let me sleep.

While all the little kiddies
are at school,

and all the buzzing bees
are hard at work...

Okay, okay, okay, I'm up.

- [beep]
- [Swan] Okay, bud?

[Ricky] Yeah, all the rooms.
Coming out now.

Thank you.

What else did he get?
A lot of stuff in here.

Ooh, is that a hat?

[video game music playing]

Rick, you've got company.
There's a guy at the front door.

- Rick, someone's home!
- Shit.

- Rick!
- [Ricky] What?

- Oh, he's in the basement.
- I know that. Fuck.

Rick, someone is home.

- [Ricky] What do I do?
- I don't know.

I don't know.
Where are you in the house?

[Ricky] I'm in the back now,
but there's no way out.

Where are they?

[Ricky] In the front
of the house.

- Shit.
- Uh...

[Ricky] Start the car.

- [Bonnie] What?
- [Swan] What? What?

[Bonnie] That's him,
that's him hanging out.

He's jumping!

Woah!

Come on, come on, come on!

Oh, Jesus Christ, Rick,
you scared us.

[Swan] You okay, mate?

- Guys, check this out.
- Holy fuck, Rick.

- What?
- Ricky got us a gun.

- Oh, mama.
- [Bonnie chuckles]

- Throw it in the trunk.
- What do we do with it?

- We'll take it back to Cookie's.
- No, we can't take it there.

I was thinking we could sell it.

Sell it?
God gave us this gun, Ricky.

We'll take it back
to the old house.

- What, you want to go back home?
- You got a better idea?

- What else did we get?
- A bottle of whisky,

a couple of cool sweaters,
uh, some crackers, uh...

A gun. A gun!

[all] A gun! Gun! Gun!
Gun! Gun! Gun!

- Gun!
- [car horn honking]

[wind chimes]

- I'm hungry.
- Let's get the fuck out of here.

[mellow music plays]

- Swan, can I ask you a question?
- [Swan] Hmm...

[all laugh]

Chef, it's my understanding
that your birthday is coming up.

- Yeah.
- When's your birthday?

Sunday.

I thought we'd throw you
a little early birthday party.

- Sounds good, Captain.
- Spread the word.

Well, I don't know
how many people would show up.

- Why not?
- We could just party, just us.

Brilliant, but, but, but...

I did meet one likely candidate
at the grocery store.

I think he will fit right in.
His name's Brad. He's wonderful.

Sounds awesome.
When's Jim getting home?

- Sunday.
- Perfect.

So what's this film
we're making?

Well, I was thinking we could
make it about our crew.

We could call it
The S.S. Swenson?

- I dig that.
- Hmm, hmm... No, no.

The First Voyage
of The Untimely S.S. Swenson.

- Yes!
- Yes!

- That's it.
- Okay!

We have a party to plan.
And a movie to make.

- Nay, a film to make!
- [Cookie chuckles]

- A lotta lot to do!
- [all] A lotta lot to do!

[Bonnie humming]

[Cookie vomiting]

[toilet flushing]

[Bonnie continues humming]

[Swan] What were you doing?

- What? Changing why?
- No reason.

[exhales]

[Cookie] Ah, just a minute!

- Wanking wanker.
- Dibs downstairs.

I gotta pee!

Ahoy!

[zipper unzips]

[toilet flushing]

[door opens]

- Morning.
- [Cookie] Morning, Captain.

- Saw you peeping.
- What?

- Peeping at Bon-Bon.
- I was just...

[chuckling] It's not a big deal.

[Cookie exhales]
Don't tell Bonnie.

Your secret is safe.

Speaking of which, I stumbled

upon a little safe
in your pop pop's room.

- What's in it?
- Um, money and stuff.

- Jim has the key, I don't.
- Just curious.

You ready for the party
of your lifetime tonight?

I'm still getting over
last night's party.

Well, had to celebrate
our little film we shot.

I can't wait to put it together.

- Make me look good now.
- Of course.

I threw up.

Out with the old,
in with the new.

[soft music plays]

Hello.

Hello.

I'm a little lost, Papa.

Fuck. Fuck.

[sniffs]

♪ Tada ♪

Oh. Let's get you to bed, boy.

Okay, okay.

I feel like a pussy.
I can't drink like those guys.

You're 15, man.

You'll be more of a man
than those two animals.

You guys party a lot.

Yeah, well, we're gonna stop
once we get the boat.

- Hmm, whose idea was the boat?
- Swan.

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure, hun.

Why does he talk like that?

[imitates Swan] Swan went
to school in Cambridge,

studied English.

[normal voice] And kinda
came back like that.

[Cookie laughing]
So he's, like, faking it?

I would not say that to him,
darling.

He just didn't get a job
when he finished school?

He didn't finish school.

He came back
when our Papa Bear passed away.

- He just dropped out?
- [Bonnie] Hmm.

- [Cookie] And then what?
- And then here we are.

Are you gonna go to school?

I will, for art.

- To be an artiste.
- [Cookie chuckles]

- After the boat trip.
- [Cookie exhales]

I'm coming on the boat, right?

We need a chef, don't we?

No, that's what I was thinking.

[chuckles]

[knock at door]

Oh, dude, I thought I was coming
into a nose party.

[Ricky] Sorry.

You still smoke that shit?

[Ricky exhales] A lot less.

This is you
sorting yourself out?

You'd rather be doing

whatever this is
you're doing than...

- ...in San Fran?
- No.

With... With me?

- We could've been together here.
- [Darla snorts]

I don't want
a cracked-out bum for...

Coco is a fucking cokehead.

- I don't give a fuck about Coco.
- No, he's a...

[knock at door]

[Swan] It's the police.
Open the fuck up!

[Ricky exhales]

Who's in the mood
for a sing-along?

- [Ricky exhales]
- Jesus, who died?

Not to be a downer, but...

when you were going
through that stuff

with your dad passing away...

[sighing] I don't know.

I just feel like I
haven't dealt with it at all.

I'm still working
through it, man.

- How long's it been?
- To give you an idea...

[puffs]

I shaved my head
when it happened.

- Shit.
- Yeah. Little over two years.

- Cookie?
- What?

- Where's your mom?
- I never...

[exhales] I don't remember her.

- Really? Um...
- She was sick.

Oh, Cookie, I'm sorry.
I don't remember my mama either.

Maybe both our papa's
were seeing the same mama.

- Maybe.
- Maybe.

You're so like us. Oh, fucking...

Tsk, the chances.

That papa-shaped hole
Captain talks about?

- Mmm?
- It's bigger than me.

Oh, you're big, you'll see.

You're gonna be a hotshot
movie director one day.

- What's up?
- [Bonnie] Sup?

We're doing sing-alongs
in the living room.

[Ricky chuckles]

Do we still have the bald cap?
We found the wig.

Yeah, we should.
Check the big pack.

- You okay, bud?
- [Cookie] Yeah, yeah.

[Bonnie] Oh.

[chuckles]

- We love you, buddy.
- Oh, I love you, guys. Yeah.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

[Ricky] Yes, Captain.

[Swan] Have fun, lovebirds.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- He's being a loser.

Oh, no,
my sweet paintings, my sweets!

- Are they okay?
- Yeah, they're all right.

I should take better care
of them.

Why do you have all this stuff?

We've carried it everywhere
with us, you know,

before we started crashing here.

- Where did you guys live before?
- Kind of all over.

Well, Darla let us crash
at the diner a lot.

[chuckles]

[harmonica plays]

[soft music playing]

♪ From across the room ♪

♪ I saw you there ♪

♪ Oh, your hair ♪

♪ What about my hair? ♪

♪ It was black ♪

♪ It was brown ♪

Wanna hear a love note a boy
wrote for me when I was 16?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Actually, you read it.
- What?

Like poetry. Like you mean it.

Okay, umm...

"Dear Bonnie,

I think you rock.
More than that, I think you are

the coolest, sweetest,
most fun girl ever.

Going out with you
the other day to get ice cream,

mmm, was the most fun
I've had in months.

You are a ray of sunshine.

Thanks for always
making me laugh.

I was wondering
if you'll go to formal with me?"

Wow! "I'd love to kiss you again
for much, much longer.

P.S.
What's your favorite flowers?"

- Loser.
- Hey!

"Box yes or yes. Xoxo, Zack."

♪ You don't care anymore ♪

♪ Yes, I do ♪

♪ I want a divorce ♪

♪ Think of the kids ♪

♪ I do every day ♪

♪ Who are you to say that? ♪

♪ You want me to leave? ♪

♪ Maybe I do ♪

♪ Say the word and I'll go ♪

♪ But I hope that you know ♪

♪ That I really tried
to put us first ♪

♪ I know that we said
for better or worse ♪

♪ Well, happy anniversary,
love of mine ♪

♪ This definitely is ♪

♪ Our worst ♪

♪ I'm sorry, Marty ♪

♪ Me too, darling, me too ♪

I miss that.

- Goodnight.
- Say hi for me.

[sad song playing]

[beep]

[Bob] Hey, babe,
I was just perusing the net,

and they definitely
have meetings over there,

Tokyo is not immune.

So no saki bombs for you.

I'll send you a link.

I'm proud of you, honey.

We'll have to have
a belated six months

when you get back, I guess.

You're probably asleep.

You're travelling too much.

Come home.

Love you.

[operator] To replay
this message, press...

- [beep]
- [Bob] Hey, babe,

I was just perusing the net,

and they definitely
have meetings over there.

Tokyo is not immune.

So no saki bombs for you.

I'll send you a link.

I'm proud of you, honey.

[door closes]

- Hey.
- What the fuck is this, Rick?

- [Ricky] Um...
- [Jim] "Uh"?

[Ricky exhales]

- [Jim] Explain this to me.
- I'm sorry.

[stammering] We had
a birthday party for Cookie.

Who's 15.

Yeah.

So... So you had a bunch
of fifteen-year-olds

overdrinking in my house
while I was away

and God knows what else.

- Jesus, Rick.
- Listen, it was... We were um...

[Jim] Whose car
is that out front?

- My brother's.
- Your... Who else is here?

- My brother and my sister.
- Where's Cookie?

[Ricky] And Cookie's here.
Wait, wait, wait.

- [Jim] Stay right there!
- [footsteps approaching]

[footsteps approaching]

- Get them and go.
- No, wait...

- What?
- Okay, just hear me out.

Okay, go.

I know this looks
really, really bad, okay?

but I care about Cookie,

and I really think
I'm helping him...

Stop, stop.
Rick, you have to go.

I care about him, you know, I...

[Jim] Get out of my house!

[whispering] Please.

This is a job, Rick,
and you are fired from this job.

I didn't hire you to be
his friend and help him.

I needed you to be an adult,

not the teenager
who throws the party.

I'm sorry.

Look, you're not a bad kid,
but you're a kid.

And I clearly used bad judgement
in hiring you.

You know,
I've just been so zapped

dealing with everything,
I've been fucking drained.

It has been hell,
and I needed someone,

I need an adult
to help me support this home...

- Jim.
- Cookie, go to your room.

Jim, it's my fault.

Cookie, I need you
to go to your room now.

Is Rick going away?

- [Jim] Cookie.
- Is Rick going away?

Cookie, do as I say.
I'm not gonna say it again.

- You're not my dad.
- Cookie.

- You're not my fucking dad!
- Cookie, stop!

Look, Rick, just get your stuff.

I need you to let me
deal with this, all right?

It appears we have a quarrel
amongst us.

Fixable, I am sure.

You must be Jim.
It's a pleasure.

Is the pleasure all mine?

- Come on!
- He's just upset.

- I can get through to him.
- [Ricky] Bonnie, open the door.

- I'm telling you.
- Get in the...

Open the door. Get in the car.
Come here.

Is this how you treat
your captain?

Get in the car.
Bonnie, unlock the door.

Open it.

Cookie. Cookie. Cookie.
Cookie, you can't come.

[Cookie]
I wanna go with you, guys.

- He's our chef, and we love him.
- You're psychotic.

- Get out of my way.
- I'm psychotic?

- Cookie, come with me.
- [Cookie] I'm going with them!

- Are you okay?
- Asshole.

- [Ricky] I'm leaving.
- [Bonnie] Where are you going?

- Cookie!
- [Swan] Rick, come here!

- Rick, come here!
- [Ricky] I'm done.

- I'm gonna sue you.
- Get out of here!

I'm gonna sue you!

- Where are you going?
- Cookie, you have to go back.

[Cookie] I thought
you were my friend.

Cookie, I am your friend.
Man, come on.

[Cookie] I'll never
gonna see you again.

- You'll see me again.
- [Cookie] When?

Just...
We'll figure it out, okay?

But you gotta go back.

- [Cookie] Okay.
- Okay, I'll miss you, man.

[Cookie] I'll miss you too.

See you on the boat, Cook.

[sad music plays]

[Swan] Ricky!
Ricky, it's us, come on.

Ricky! Don't run away
from your captain!

[soft music plays]

♪ I have got a hole ♪

♪ The shape of love
I used to know ♪

♪ A hole in my chest ♪

♪ And I've got to fill it up ♪

♪ With whatever junk ♪

♪ And what was
a treasure chest ♪

♪ Became a garbage bin ♪

♪ I put it in ♪

♪ A hole in my chest,
and I... ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ A hole in my chest ♪

[click]

[suspenseful music plays]

[woman] ♪ Coco's
got the stuff ♪

[Coco] ♪ Yeah, I do ♪

♪ He's gonna take it all ♪

All right, Flo, that's good,
that's good.

Listen, like, you're like,
like, one of my colors, right?

And I'm, like, painting
my canvas, you know?

- Yeah, baby.
- Art and shit.

Well, what color am I?

- I don't fuckin' know. Shit.
- Blue.

All right, are you folks
ready to embark?

Yo, say that shit again
with the makeup on.

I "vont" to "sock" your "deek."

[Phil laughs]

[whispering] Hey, Coughie.

I miss my dad, Coughie.

Sometimes I talk to him,
whatever, wherever he is now.

It's weird talking
to someone who can't talk back.

Am I a crazy person?

[Coughie] Of course not,
Bon-Bon.

I just really miss you, Pop.

[exhales] You know?

Oh, I used to have
this shirt of yours.

It smelled so good.
It smelled just like you.

[inhales]
[sobbing] I fucking lost it.

I'm sorry.
I'm really, really sorry.

I'm trying, you know,
I'm trying to do these things,

like, make you proud.

[chuckles]

[Coco] Yo man, I'm glad
we're doing this shit, man.

- I'm glad we gonna be square.
- Square.

Look, I gotta be honest man.
Like, when you take my shit,

and then you don't even
speak to me, it hurt, man.

I was angry as all hell, man.
But, you know, after this,

- we gonna be square.
- Square.

Shit, your makeup
really is fucked up.

She drunk, huh?

So you're Dracula so the cops
won't be able to find you?

[Swan] Yeah.

Well, won't the cops
just be looking for Dracula?

- Exactly.
- [upbeat music plays]

[Swan] Coco, you just be ready
with the car.

Phil, I need you to keep
your fucking eyes open.

Coco, I'm gonna need
some more shnarff-shnarff!

A little more shnarff-shnarff,
Phil.

We need more
shnarff-shnarff, baby!

I don't have any physically
on me, so to speak.

- [Swan] That is a problem.
- What the fuck, Phil!

- [Phil] Yo.
- Yo, you have one fucking job.

Oh, you've heisted before.

What you heisted before,
a fucking candy bar?

Yo, yo, I heisted
your mom's cookies, bro.

You're pissing me off, Phil.
Just shut the fuck up

for, like,
two seconds, all right?

- [Phil] Yo...
- Yo, shut the fuck up, Phil!

- Phil, I got you, dawg.
- [Phil] I know you would.

I know, I know.
You don't even gotta tell me.

It's... It's... the magnets...
the magnets, it's the world,

it's the whatever
it's the spiritual realms,

it's all coming together,
and we're together now...

[Phil] Dude, how you do coke
in that bear costume?

You have to take the head off
every time you do cocaine?

[Swan] No, I sneak it
through its snout.

You're a teddy bear,
you might wanna do

like a high Mickey Mouse voice.
That would be like,

[high-pitched] "Oh, hi, buddy.
Oh, get me in the safe."

Practice, practice!

[Swan] Open the fucking safe!

No, like Mickey Mouse, bro!

[upbeat music plays]

Hey, you want some candy?

[Swan] Enough
with the fucking candy!

Get me the fucking safe.
I know it's up there!

Get the fuck up there!
Come on, get up there!

- Get the fuck in there!
- [Jim] All right.

[Swan] Put the fucking money
in the bag! Come on!

[Jim] All right!

Put the fucking money
in the bag! All right?

[muffled shouting]

[Swan] Come on,
give me that fucking shit!

[upbeat music plays]

[Ricky] Someone got fucked up.
That girl's fucking drunk.

[Cookie] I don't know, Rick,
that looks like...

- That looks like Bonnie.
- No.

Holy fuck, Bonnie. Bonnie.
Hey. Je... Bonnie, what happened?

- [cell phone ringing]
- Bonnie.

Bonnie, talk to me.
What happened?

- [Bonnie moans]
- Bonnie.

- Hello?
- Bonnie, who did this to you?

- Okay, okay, slow down.
- Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

- What?
- Who did this to you?

- Who?
- What happened?

Okay, I'm on my way. Okay, bye.

- Dude, someone robbed my house.
- [Ricky] What?

Jim just called me and said
that someone came into our house

wearing a costume
and took money from our safe.

[Ricky] What are you talking
about?

He's saying that you guys
did this.

[Ricky] What do you mean?
I'm right here.

He says you, like,
set me up or something.

- [Ricky] No, dude.
- I thought you were my friend.

- [Ricky] No, come here.
- [Ricky] Hey, Cookie!

Bonnie? Bonnie. Bonnie?

- [Bonnie moaning]
- Bonnie. What is happening?

What did you do?
What did you do?

[Bonnie exhales]

[moans] Morning.

Haven't been here in forever.
I thought you hated it here.

I did.

I been sleeping here,
looking for a job.

- How's that going?
- Not well.

We have to talk
about what you and Swan did.

Honestly, I just sat in the car.

Where's the money?

Coco has it. He fucked us over.

- He'd do that to you?
- Yeah.

Jesus.

I'm sorry.

- I'm really sorry.
- I'm sorry too.

For leaving. I just...

Bonnie, I...
I need a change, you know?

Like, I love you guys,
but it can't...

it can't keep going on
like this, you know?

And I feel so fucking bad
for Jim and for Cookie.

What do we do?

I've been thinking about it,
and I think we can fix this...

if you'll help me.

Of course.

You wanna flip a coin?
Who holds the gun?

Nope.

[Coco sniffs]

Oh, fuck, yeah.
Oh, yeah, fuck, fuck.

- You want some more?
- I can't feel my face.

[Coco chuckles] It's there.

I'll be right back.

Yo, Philostein, come on.

Yo, Phil!

- [knock at door]
- Yo, Phil! Fucking junkie.

♪ Coco's got the stuff ♪

♪ Yeah, I do ♪

♪ Coco's got the... ♪

All right, all right,
that's good, that's good.

I thought you liked my voice.

I love your voice, baby.
You know that.

I love your voice so much
I'm gonna make you a star.

- Don't you wanna be a star?
- Yeah, I do.

Yeah, that's right.

- Baby.
- Yeah, baby.

I wanted this so much,
and now we got it.

- We got that 40 G's, baby.
- That's my Coco.

Oh, yeah.
We're gonna be fucking huge.

[Flo] Coco and Flo?

Yeah, baby.
I'm gonna be a fucking star.

Show me the mic.

- Oh, yeah?
- [Flo] I'm ready to sing.

Oh, baby, I love
the way you fucking sing.

- Oh, yeah.
- [Flo] Um, baby?

Yes, sing, baby, sing.

[Flo] I think this mic ain't on.

Just sing 'til it is, girl.
Sing 'til it is.

Oh, wow, wow, wow, wow!
What the fuck?

- [Ricky] What the fuck?
- [Coco] What the fuck?

Yo, chill out, chill out. What?

- Put the money in the bag.
- [Coco moans]

Fuck. Listen, the money's gone,
all right?

It's gone! Just listen,
it's gone, all right?

- It's fucking gone.
- Don't fucking move!

- [Ricky] You must be Flo, huh?
- Yeah.

You fuckin' junkies,
I need that money, all right?

- Yo, it's for my music career.
- [Ricky] Yeah, yeah, we got it.

No, fuck you, fuck no.

The world needs
to hear my music, man!

I think the world will be okay.

- Fuck you, bitch.
- Shut the fuck up.

This is fucked. You know what?
I didn't come after Swan

or any of you
'cause you know Darla.

I see any of you on the street
after this,

you're getting cut,
that's a promise.

- Yeah?
- [Coco] Yeah.

Get the fuck out of here.

[Coco] Where the fuck you going?

Yo, get the fuck back here!

Is that a real threat?

Deadass.

I've been kidnapped.

I managed to knock the guy out
and tie him up.

The address?

342 River Street.
He has a gun and drugs. Hurry!

Well, well, well, well.

What do you have to say
for yourself, abandoner?

- You're upset with me?
- I'm all ears, hmm? What is it?

You robbed Jim and Cookie.

Yeah, to get money for the boat.

[Ricky] To get money
to get fucking wasted.

For all of us.

[Swan] You're the one
who left your family, abandoner.

Stop saying that.

Bonnie, let's go get
our money back.

We just did.

- You guys got the money?
- Yes.

Did you take
his shnarff-shnarff too?

- No.
- [Swan] Why the hell not?

- Because we don't wanna be...
- None?

- [Bonnie exhales]
- You're an asshole.

I wasn't talking to you,
abandoner.

- [Bonnie] Swan.
- I don't wanna be a bum anymore.

Oh, so you're too good for us?

No, I don't wanna be
a fucking junkie with you.

Too good for your family,
abandoner? Huh?

[Bonnie] Stop it.
Stop it. You guys, stop.

Stop.

- Rick.
- You're a fucking asshole.

- [Bonnie] Stop.
- Fucking stop.

- Listen.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

[sobbing] You're fucking poison,
man.

Listen, I know you love us,
and you're trying to help us,

but you're too fucked up
to lead us out of this shit man.

Rick, the whole point is to get
the boat, and to get better...

Where's the boat?
Where's the boat?

- Where's the boat?
- Boats are expensive.

You don't need a boat
to get better.

It's procrastinating.
It's a fucking excuse.

Rick.

You're my big fucking
brother, man.

Ricky.

What do you want?

I'm going to San Francisco
tomorrow.

You're welcome to come with me.
You're welcome to stay.

I don't give a shit.
I'm taking the car. It's mine.

You guys can have the house.
I think you should sell it.

I could go back to school.
You could finish school.

This is a lot.

It's gonna have
to be a lot, man.

To get from this bad to good,
it's... it's...

It's gonna have to be a lot.

It's not gonna happen gradually,
you know?

I don't wanna spend one more
fucking day feeling like this.

What do you think
Dad would think of all this?

- Not good.
- We have to make things right.

- How do we do that?
- We have a plan.

[sighs]

You know all I ever wanted
was for us to get better?

We know.

[Swan] So what's the plan?

Hey. You got a second?
We'll go for a walk?

I have ten minutes.

That's plenty.
I can work with that. Let's go.

[Darla] Better be worth
wasting my break on.

[acoustic music playing]

♪ So you know ♪

Come on.

♪ To give your love ♪

♪ To give your love ♪

♪ To give your love
you gotta be down ♪

♪ For a little bit too much ♪

♪ Too much, too much ♪

♪ Oh, you know ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ To give yourself ♪

♪ To give yourself ♪

♪ To give yourself
you gotta be down ♪

♪ For a little bit of hell ♪

♪ Of hell, of hell ♪

♪ Don't you give up on me ♪

♪ I'm waiting for you ♪

♪ Don't you give up on me ♪

♪ I'm waiting for you ♪

♪ Oh, the halo ♪

♪ Above your head,
above your head ♪

♪ The halo
that was above your head ♪

♪ Is around my neck ♪

♪ Instead, instead ♪

♪ I want your good
and your bad ♪

♪ Give me all that you have ♪

♪ I want what's good
and what's not ♪

♪ Give me
all that you've got ♪

♪ So here I go ♪

♪ I give my love,
I give my love ♪

♪ I give my love, I give
all of my love to you ♪

♪ And what you
put me through ♪

♪ Woo-hoo, woo-hoo ♪

♪ Don't you give up on me ♪

♪ I'm waiting for you ♪

♪ Don't you give up on me ♪

♪ I'm waiting for you ♪

♪ Don't you give up on me ♪

♪ I'm waiting for you ♪

♪ Don't you give up on me ♪

Listen, we had a dream,

and there's no reason
we can't have that, you know?

I know I was messed up,
and I wasted our time, and...

I'm sorry for that,
but there's no reason

we can't
get the fuck out of here.

There's no reason
we still can't go.

I just wanna be with you,
you know?

I wanna get
the fuck out of here.

- I...
- I wanna get out of here.

- You wanna leave here with me?
- I wa...

- Yes, I wanna get out of here.
- Then let's get out of here.

Let's go. Let's go.
What are we waiting for?

I love you.

7:00 a.m. tomorrow, I'm gonna be
out front of your place.

Please, please come.
Please, please, please, please.

Please, I'm begging you.

[car horn honking]

[Ricky] 7:00 a.m., okay?

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

[Darla exhales]

[car door closes]

[mellow music plays]

- There he is.
- [Cookie panting]

I'm here, I'm here.

I'm here. I'm ready.

It is time for us to embark.

Let's go.

[Swan] Alas, my friend Cookie,

I have some news that aches
my heart to have to tell.

The time has come for us
to journey on

and cleanse ourselves
of our monsters,

but you cannot accompany us,
I'm afraid.

- Why?
- [Swan] Because...

That's not fair.

I have an apology
to make to you.

As your captain,
I led you the wrong way,

taught you the wrong things.

The truth is...

The truth is,

when you have a papa-shaped hole
in your chest,

nothing can fill it.

You can stick booze, drugs,

cigarettes, anger,
and mischief in there,

but if you do,
how could it ever close up?

How is it supposed to heal
with all that... shit in there?

The only way it can close up,
it can heal...

is to let it heal. Slowly.

And boy, will there be a scar.
There will.

But it will be the shape
of your father,

and the sign
of his everlasting love.

But I'll miss you, guys.

You will see us again,
when we're capable of good.

- We love you, Cookie.
- We do.

- We love you, buddy.
- We love you forever.

You know who else loves you?
Jim.

Loves you more than anyone else
in the world.

And he needs you right now.

And you need him.

A tribe.

Just like this one.

- Okay.
- [Swan] Okay.

Time for goodbyes.

We'll see you soon.

[Ricky sighs]

All right, it's time.

[boat engine roaring]

[birds chirping]

[car engine starts]

[rap song plays]

[accordion song plays]