Creepshow (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - All Hallow's Eve/The Man in the Suitcase - full transcript
A group of young trick-or-treaters terrorize their small town on Halloween. A young pothead returning from a trip finds a mysterious man cursed with the ability to spit out gold coins when in pain squeezed into his suitcase.
Trick or treat, asshole.
Trick or treat.
Trick or treat.
Trick or treat.
- Hey, Pete.
- Where's Skeeter?
- I haven't seen him yet.
- We are the first.
Are we? Kinda wished we were...
Wish we were what?
This is the last time,
isn't it, Pete?
The last time meeting like this?
All alone?
We gotta stick
to the rules, Jill.
The rules. Yeah.
We're... Golden Dragons, right?
Part of a club.
Part of a club.
Plus, she's the only dragon
we got with boobs.
Can't see much boob
in this lumpy outfit.
Hmm, can't see much without it.
- Hey, screw you, mush-mouth!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You guys planning on getting
hitched
before or after the baby?
Shut up.
- Hey, where's Bobby?
- And Skeeter?
I haven't seen 'em yet.
Look, man, gotta get
this show on the road.
I'm hungry. Come on.
I said old lady Morton's place.
Now, she's always good
for a Milky Way.
She is not on the route, Binky.
- Eh, screw the route.
- Hey.
Remember what happened
last time?
We almost scared the poor lady
half to death.
- Oh, yeah.
- That was funny.
That was a classic.
Trick or treat!
Trick or treat.
Hey, look, there's Reevestein.
And the group nears completion.
Hey, Bobby! Over here.
Same old stupid
skeleton suit, huh?
Picked up any loot yet, Bobby?
I thought we weren't supposed
to start
'til we was all together.
Club rules and all that.
You look like a walking
pimple, Bradwell.
Well, then it must be
like looking in the mirror.
You ever consider cleaning
that piece of shit outfit?
You ever consider kissing
my Halloween ass?
We can't start without Skeeter
and I haven't seen him yet.
He's down by the old
iron gate, being a pain.
- Why?
- He says he's sick
of this Halloween stuff,
says he's too old for it.
- We're too old for it.
- Well, I second that bullshit.
'Kay. Did you tell him
it was the last time?
No, I'm not his brother, Pete,
so I don't tell him how
to hold his dick when he pees,
you tell him.
Come on.
Hey. Hey, Skeeter.
- You just can't quit, Skeet.
- Okay?
I mean, you're a golden dragon,
an important
member of this club.
I mean... you helped build
with the treehouse, remember?
Look, hey.
Look, I know how you feel,
but we all made a pledge.
You know, gave our honor.
Like a family.
Just... one more time, Skeet,
and we can kiss off
these stupid costumes
and... be whatever we wanna be.
Come on, what do you say?
- He's tired, Pete.
- He wants to rest.
Well, he's not the only one.
Come on.
Let's do this.
- Don't look at me like that.
- Don't look at me like that.
Trick or treat!
Trick or treat.
- Trick or treat, Mr. Bodener.
- Dear God, not you.
- In the flesh, so to speak.
- No, I don't know you.
Don't know anything about you.
Well, you are currently
addressing the Golden Dragons,
who are in dire need
of sustenance, so...
kindly hand over the goods
and spare us
the candy corn crap.
- Here, just take it all.
- Take it.
Kind of slim pickings, ah,
Mr. Bodener?
Suckers. That what you think
of us, Bodener, huh? Suckers?
Oh, dear, dear,
and after all these years.
Well, I... the missus made
some cake yesterday,
maybe I can go down...
We're not about yesterday.
Mr. Bodener.
Well, I guess we kind of are.
But you would know all
about that,
wouldn't you, Bodener?
About a lot of yesterdays,
am I right?
Come on, guys, that's enough,
leave him alone.
- Yeah, Jill's right.
- Binky, let's go.
- Pissed himself.
- He did not.
Did too. Pissed himself
on his own front porch.
Freaking loser.
- Just shut up and eat, huh?
- Mm. You saw it, Jill.
Big damp spot right
on his pants, am I right?
I wasn't watching his balls,
that's your hobby.
Oh!
Pissed his dighty.
Trick or treat, Mrs. Collins.
- Ooh, hot muffins.
- Not bad, Mrs. Collins.
Mmm, some of these are
blueberry.
I'm not too fond of blueberry.
What else you got?
I... I can make you a nice
ham sandwich, Binky.
That is you in the devil
costume, isn't it?
Binky Bradwell?
No. It's Michael Meyers,
Ms. Collins.
Monsters! You goddamn
little monsters!
No, no, Ralph, no, don't.
Enter the vengeful husband.
How goes it, Ralphie-boy?
Hey, people started naming
their kids Ralph.
Think you can get away
with this every year, do you?
Think you can terrorize
the whole town?!
Hmm, gracious, no.
Just this one
piece-of-shit neighborhood.
Knock it off, Reevestein.
Come on, guys,
let's get out of here.
Every year
you just keep coming back.
You destroyed our lives.
He was our only son.
Our only boy.
First it was the Smiths,
then the Kidners,
then the Bodeners,
last year was us.
Who's next, you psychotic
little bastards?
When will you stop?!
When we're through,
Mr. Collins.
Doesn't look much
like a treehouse now, does it?
Doesn't look much like a tree.
All things must pass.
Look who's suddenly
brimming with nostalgia.
Hmm, I didn't think
you had it in you, Bradwell.
I had it in me.
You thinking about Mom and Dad?
I miss them too.
So, here we are.
Here we are at last.
Long, long last.
Well, it better be
the very damn last.
Look, before you guys start
getting all sentimental,
I don't think nobody's here.
Nah, they're here. Come on.
Trick or treat,
Mrs. Hathaway.
Trick or treat,
Mrs. Hathaway.
Trick, I guess.
- Oh, Eddie.
- Oh, Eddie.
Where are you?
Is Eddie home, Mrs. Hathaway?
No.
You sure about that?
He went to his grandparents'.
He won't be back for a month.
Or a year... maybe.
Get out!
Every one of you,
or I swear I'll shoot.
Where's Eddie, Mrs. Hathaway?
- I said...
- get out now!
We need Eddie, Mrs. Hathaway.
We need him to break the cycle.
I'm warning you, one more step
and I'll fire.
- Then fire, Mrs. Hathaway.
- Shoot me.
Then shoot Binky,
and Bobby, and Jill,
and even little Skeeter.
If that's really what you
think is the answer,
if you really think
that that will square things,
make it all better.
Is that what you think, ma'am?
You think we really
wanna be here?
I can't do this anymore.
Year after year,
I worried he'd be next.
I watched as you took
the others... one by one.
Hello, Eddie.
Okay.
If she's too chicken-shit
to do it, then I will.
You too, dickhead.
- Then do it, Eddie.
- Pull the trigger. Do it.
Killing things is quick.
Letting them grow
is what takes time.
- I'll do it.
- I ain't afraid.
Yeah? Then how come
you've been hiding behind
your mother's apron strings
for all these years,
just like all your other
candy-ass friends?
No, no! No!
It's no good, Eddie,
they'll just keep coming back.
- I am innocent! Mom!
- Don't let them do this!
They'll find us
everywhere we go.
- Don't let them do this!
- Get off of me!
Mom! Help me, please!
Please!
Jill, did you need
help with that?
No, it's okay, I got this.
Please, no. No!
I tell you, it was
a Halloween prank,
no one was supposed to get hurt.
Yeah, well, people did get hurt.
- Didn't they, Eddie?
- But not by me.
It was the other guys' idea.
The other guys who started
the whole thing!
You saw it, Skeeter.
Tell 'em it wasn't me.
Tell 'em I'm innocent.
Oh, God! Oh, my God!
- Hey, remember this?
- Yeah, you brought this.
- That same night.
- This is murder.
Yeah, that's the same thing
all your old friends said.
- Please. Please, please.
- No.
Oh, please! no!
Alright, let's see what it is,
man, 'cause I've been waiting
- this entire game.
- Pretty good.
- Oh, 23.
- That's what I thought.
- Ah!
- I was on it.
- Hey, guys, it's dark.
- Time for trick or treat.
Alright. Somewhere out there,
there is a Milky Way
with my name on it.
Binky, do you ever stop eating?
- Why would I?
- Come on. I'm ready, let's go.
Hey, guys, it's stuck.
Uh, the frame's probably warped
from the wet weather.
Here.
No. Wait.
No, it's really stuck,
it won't open.
Guys, look down there,
isn't that
Eddie Hathaway's gang?
It's gonna be hilarious.
What the hell are they doing
down there?
- Hey! Losers!
- Shit. Is that a match?
Ooh.
Whoa!
Hey, you better climb down
and run home to mama!
You kids better run,
it's gonna go up fast!
Wooh!
Alright, guys, I think
we scared them off.
- We need to get out. Go!
- Let's go!
- It's not funny!
- Somebody help!
- No, Eddie! Eddie!
- Please! Help! Help!
Open the door! No!
- You're crazy!
- You can't get away with this?!
Why not, Eddie?
You did.
No!
Well, that's that.
Not soon enough for me.
It's good to be home, though,
gotta admit.
Are you sure you got enough
to eat now, Bradwell.
Shut up, Reevestein.
You're just jealous 'cause
my costume's cooler than yours.
- Yeah, real cool.
- Like a figure skater.
I guess I'll see you in...
In... my dreams.
- Get some rest now, Skeet.
- You hear me?
Get some rest.
I wish we'd known
each other longer, Skeet.
I love you, little brother.
Ah! Ah, ah!
What? No, no, no, no, no.
Fuck!
Um, hi, why are you
Facetiming me?
- Fucking seriously?!
- Yes, seriously.
Look, I meant everything
that I said.
You going home to beg
your dad for money
doesn't magically erase
our situation.
Where are you?
Are you drunk dialing me?
No!
Are you high?
What's that got to do
with anything?
A lot actually.
Look, this... whole breakup,
it's... it's not you, it's me,
that's what I'm supposed
to say, right?
I can't. Right?
Not without lying,
and I don't fee like lying.
- But I...
- I just want
somebody motivated.
Justin, I feel like
you wouldn't even care
if you got bounced
from university tomorrow.
- I'm pacing myself!
- Okay.
Well, you get something going,
let me know,
we can maybe talk about this.
But until then,
I gotta go, okay? Bye!
♪ With some bad bitch
and a bag of weed ♪
♪ With some bad hos
and a bag of weed ♪
♪ I don't know your name, yo
♪ Park behind that Range, bro
♪ Tell your girls take
they Loubis off ♪
♪ And light that screen,
though ♪
♪ Come in, then,
introduce yourself ♪
♪ Then turn up, girl,
lose yourself ♪
♪ Don't keep nothing
to yourself ♪
♪ You should let me
do yourself ♪
♪ I ain't gonna fuck
with her no'mo' ♪
♪ After a while,
that shit got old ♪
♪ Rather party
at my crib ♪
♪ And walk around Versace, bro
♪ We jamming like we supposed
♪ We puffing that reefer, bro
♪ Shut that door
and keep it closed ♪
♪ We smoking and freaking, ho
♪ I'm wearing expensive
clothes ♪
♪ Don't gotta convince
these hoes ♪
♪ I did not choose
to be this cold ♪
♪ I was simply shown
this way so good ♪
♪ These women, these fools,
no point, they have no strut ♪
♪ All I need is a bad bitch
and a bag of weed ♪
♪ Just some bad hos
and a bag of weed ♪
Please. Please help me.
Yeah, okay, Alex,
I'll do just that.
You have to blow me first, okay?
Alex.
Alex, I know you're
fucking with me, dude.
There is no Alex here.
Please.
What the hell, man?
Please, turn my face
out of my suitcase
so I may speak clearly.
What?
Please.
I mean, really,
what the actual fuck?
Please, do not hit me.
What happened to you?
- I offended someone...
- I ought not have offended.
You got that right,
you look like a Bento box.
- Will you help me?
- How?
I mean, you look like you need
a hospital, like, yesterday.
Let's, uh, let's put you
in my car,
- and I'll take...
- That's very kind of you.
But there is nothing
that a Western hospital
can do to help with this
condition.
Are you kidding? No, They...
they... they can do anything,
I mean, there's this kid
in my school
who wrecked his motorcycle
and lost his legs,
and so now he uses
these Pogo stick things
- that they made for him...
- Yes, but...
and now he's, like,
good at basketball,
which is weird, 'cause he, like,
sucked before,
and now he's some sort
of unstoppable cyborg.
- It's very interesting...
- I think it's going
to his head, really,
because now he's mopping up
the court with everybody
and talking smack about it,
but not in a funny way...
Excuse me, please.
I do not mean to interrupt,
but I am in a great
degree of pain, and I cannot
give your schoolyard drama
the attention I'm certain
that it deserves.
Right, uh, I was taking
you to the hospital.
- No!
- Why not?
Because... they will find me.
Who? What,
the guys who did this to you?
Oh, hang on if... if people
are looking for you,
that means that they are
gonna come here, I...
I gotta take you
back to the airport.
- No!
- What?
If you just remove me
from the suitcase,
I may be able to walk away
under my own power.
Oh, okay, okay, great, cool,
that'd be awesome, thank you.
I don't really wanna be
a downer, it's just...
it looks like the suitcase
is kind of the only thing
keeping you together right now
and I can't have you spilling
out and dying everywhere,
I'm barely renting...
Stop talking.
Please.
Just remove me from
the suitcase.
Start with my feet. It's okay.
Yes, it is real,
an unfortunate condition
causes me to produce gold
when I am in pain.
- What... wait. What? How?
- I do not know how.
- It's just not possible.
- I am afraid that since you
are holding a coin you saw
come out of my mouth,
the burden of disproof
is upon you.
But I do not wish to talk.
Perhaps we can try again
to free me later.
Any wealth produced by our
efforts will, of course,
be yours to keep in
consideration of your...
valuable... assistance...
They will find me.
If people are looking for you,
that means that
they're gonna come here.
Wait!
Well, what you got
here is a Gold 100 Kurush coin
from the time of Abdul Amin
the Second.
Not a lucky guy.
He died after the first
world war,
along with the Ottoman Empire.
But is it valuable?
You heard me say
it was gold, right?
Of course it's valuable.
How you come about that?
I found it in some luggage.
Nice. How about
I give you $275?
You should've asked for $350.
He had to give you
at least $325.
Why didn't you call me?
I did, we're having lunch.
- No, I mean to negotiate.
- You suck at this shit.
No offense, but you kinda
let people walk all over you.
Like Carla, for example.
Yeah, that's not
a problem anymore.
- You okay?
- Nah, of course you're not.
She's, uh... She's something.
What about that coin?
Where did you, uh...
where did you say you found
that, again?
In some luggage.
Is there more?
Maybe.
Bullshit. I'm calling
blazing bullshit.
Not that I'm mad, I would
lie to you about where
I was getting $500 gold pieces...
even saying $500 gold pieces.
That's some Dungeons and Dragons
shit, man.
What'd you do, roll up a dwarf?
- Get away from me.
- What are you doing here?
I told you I was coming
to get my stuff.
- What's wrong?
- I always knew you were
a lot of things, Justin,
but never a murderer.
Alex, guys, wait!
- Fuck.
- Why... why is he in there?
- Justin, what did you do?!
- Me? Nothing no!
I found him that way.
And you just left him in there?!
Shouldn't we get him out?
Oh, yeah, great idea,
why didn't I think of that?
Look, it's a bit
more complicated.
Here, let me help you.
- Let's do it again.
- Okay.
- What was that?
- It's too much.
I don't know,
it happened last night, too.
- I think we should stop.
- I need to rest.
- You need to rest?
- It's too much.
- We need to get you out.
- Please. Please.
Come here.
Just come here.
- You found it in a suitcase.
- Yeah.
Okay, guys, how the fuck
is he doing that?
It doesn't matter how
he's doing it, he's doing it.
This is amazing, man,
we're gonna be fucking rich.
- Whoa, first of all, "we"?
- Second of all...
Okay, somebody please
explain to me
- what the fuck's going on?
- Yeah, "we."
We're gonna be rich.
We're roommates, man,
- we share everything, right?
- What about him?
Not everything,
and second of all,
we're just gonna help him
get out of the case.
Excuse me, young sir.
Maybe we can make some money.
- No. No.
- Justin, is this real?
Not you, the other young sir.
- This is gold, right?
- Nothing bad's gonna happen
to anybody... I feel like
something bad's gonna happen
if we keep him around
for too long.
- Stop!
- Stop, stop, no!
No, young sir, please! Please!
- We can't.
- I know!
- Alex, what are you doing?
- What are you doing, man?
- Alex.
- Alex. Jesus.
Oh, he's not going anywhere.
Yeah, okay.
We keep him for 48 hours
and then we let him go.
Deal.
♪ Bring it back to life
♪ Back to reality
♪ Gonna get some crows, leave it
alone, triple OG status ♪
♪ A town's very own
♪ Party people in the club,
it's time to cut the rug ♪
♪ Baby-babe,
you're in my system ♪
♪ Baby-babe,
tell me you miss me ♪
♪ Now this goes out
to all my players in the back ♪
♪ Sipping 'gnac
in the round corners ♪
♪ And this goes out to all
my ladies in the front ♪
♪ What you want?
Baby, if you wanna breathe, go ♪
Oh, fuck.
♪ You're in my system
Smoke a bowl?
Why did you stop?
Hit him again,
what are you waiting for?
Look, I don't know
if he can take a higher setting.
That's what you said before
you turned it up last time
and look how much is coming out.
I think we should stop.
- No.
- No.
No. It is okay.
I do not deserve any better.
Do whatever you will.
I-I think... my heart
will stop soon. Please.
- No, hey, what the fuck?!
- Did you hear what he said?
Justin, don't be such a dick.
We're about to get everything
that we've ever wanted here.
That cherry red Challenger
you've been eyeing,
that's yours, man.
I mean, with this kind of money
we're close to being able
to buy vacation homes
somewhere tax-sheltery...
with boats!
Fucking boats, man.
No, we agreed, 48 hours.
Alex.
There comes a time where you're
gonna need to ask yourself
- who you wanna be?
- Why is he still talking?
- I wanna be rich.
- I wanna be rich.
Fucking look around.
Open your fucking eyes.
With this kind of money,
you can buy your dad's business
and make him work for you.
No, no, no, you two
are fucking evil.
This is bullshit.
Justin, how did you think
this was gonna end?
I didn't think it was gonna
end up with us being murderers?!
I'm calling the cops.
No!
What are you doing?!
What do we do now?
Um... we run.
That's what we do, we...
we get the hell out of here.
This kind of money, it'll...
it'll take us to Paris, to...
to Rio... maybe Constantinople.
That's not a place anymore.
Shut up.
What do we do about him?
I say we get one last
jackpot and blaze.
Oh, no, please don't.
You naughty children.
You're so naughty.
How will this world contain
your wickedness?
Yes! Yes! Yeah!
No! No! No!
How was your visit
to our fair city?
It was delightful,
most productive, as always.
I trust everything is in order?
First class, window seat,
arriving in Istanbul
at 9:30 a.m.
And you're quite certain
you'll be able
to accommodate my bags.
For a customer as loyal
as you? Anything.
- No!
- Help me!
Trick or treat.
Trick or treat.
Trick or treat.
- Hey, Pete.
- Where's Skeeter?
- I haven't seen him yet.
- We are the first.
Are we? Kinda wished we were...
Wish we were what?
This is the last time,
isn't it, Pete?
The last time meeting like this?
All alone?
We gotta stick
to the rules, Jill.
The rules. Yeah.
We're... Golden Dragons, right?
Part of a club.
Part of a club.
Plus, she's the only dragon
we got with boobs.
Can't see much boob
in this lumpy outfit.
Hmm, can't see much without it.
- Hey, screw you, mush-mouth!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You guys planning on getting
hitched
before or after the baby?
Shut up.
- Hey, where's Bobby?
- And Skeeter?
I haven't seen 'em yet.
Look, man, gotta get
this show on the road.
I'm hungry. Come on.
I said old lady Morton's place.
Now, she's always good
for a Milky Way.
She is not on the route, Binky.
- Eh, screw the route.
- Hey.
Remember what happened
last time?
We almost scared the poor lady
half to death.
- Oh, yeah.
- That was funny.
That was a classic.
Trick or treat!
Trick or treat.
Hey, look, there's Reevestein.
And the group nears completion.
Hey, Bobby! Over here.
Same old stupid
skeleton suit, huh?
Picked up any loot yet, Bobby?
I thought we weren't supposed
to start
'til we was all together.
Club rules and all that.
You look like a walking
pimple, Bradwell.
Well, then it must be
like looking in the mirror.
You ever consider cleaning
that piece of shit outfit?
You ever consider kissing
my Halloween ass?
We can't start without Skeeter
and I haven't seen him yet.
He's down by the old
iron gate, being a pain.
- Why?
- He says he's sick
of this Halloween stuff,
says he's too old for it.
- We're too old for it.
- Well, I second that bullshit.
'Kay. Did you tell him
it was the last time?
No, I'm not his brother, Pete,
so I don't tell him how
to hold his dick when he pees,
you tell him.
Come on.
Hey. Hey, Skeeter.
- You just can't quit, Skeet.
- Okay?
I mean, you're a golden dragon,
an important
member of this club.
I mean... you helped build
with the treehouse, remember?
Look, hey.
Look, I know how you feel,
but we all made a pledge.
You know, gave our honor.
Like a family.
Just... one more time, Skeet,
and we can kiss off
these stupid costumes
and... be whatever we wanna be.
Come on, what do you say?
- He's tired, Pete.
- He wants to rest.
Well, he's not the only one.
Come on.
Let's do this.
- Don't look at me like that.
- Don't look at me like that.
Trick or treat!
Trick or treat.
- Trick or treat, Mr. Bodener.
- Dear God, not you.
- In the flesh, so to speak.
- No, I don't know you.
Don't know anything about you.
Well, you are currently
addressing the Golden Dragons,
who are in dire need
of sustenance, so...
kindly hand over the goods
and spare us
the candy corn crap.
- Here, just take it all.
- Take it.
Kind of slim pickings, ah,
Mr. Bodener?
Suckers. That what you think
of us, Bodener, huh? Suckers?
Oh, dear, dear,
and after all these years.
Well, I... the missus made
some cake yesterday,
maybe I can go down...
We're not about yesterday.
Mr. Bodener.
Well, I guess we kind of are.
But you would know all
about that,
wouldn't you, Bodener?
About a lot of yesterdays,
am I right?
Come on, guys, that's enough,
leave him alone.
- Yeah, Jill's right.
- Binky, let's go.
- Pissed himself.
- He did not.
Did too. Pissed himself
on his own front porch.
Freaking loser.
- Just shut up and eat, huh?
- Mm. You saw it, Jill.
Big damp spot right
on his pants, am I right?
I wasn't watching his balls,
that's your hobby.
Oh!
Pissed his dighty.
Trick or treat, Mrs. Collins.
- Ooh, hot muffins.
- Not bad, Mrs. Collins.
Mmm, some of these are
blueberry.
I'm not too fond of blueberry.
What else you got?
I... I can make you a nice
ham sandwich, Binky.
That is you in the devil
costume, isn't it?
Binky Bradwell?
No. It's Michael Meyers,
Ms. Collins.
Monsters! You goddamn
little monsters!
No, no, Ralph, no, don't.
Enter the vengeful husband.
How goes it, Ralphie-boy?
Hey, people started naming
their kids Ralph.
Think you can get away
with this every year, do you?
Think you can terrorize
the whole town?!
Hmm, gracious, no.
Just this one
piece-of-shit neighborhood.
Knock it off, Reevestein.
Come on, guys,
let's get out of here.
Every year
you just keep coming back.
You destroyed our lives.
He was our only son.
Our only boy.
First it was the Smiths,
then the Kidners,
then the Bodeners,
last year was us.
Who's next, you psychotic
little bastards?
When will you stop?!
When we're through,
Mr. Collins.
Doesn't look much
like a treehouse now, does it?
Doesn't look much like a tree.
All things must pass.
Look who's suddenly
brimming with nostalgia.
Hmm, I didn't think
you had it in you, Bradwell.
I had it in me.
You thinking about Mom and Dad?
I miss them too.
So, here we are.
Here we are at last.
Long, long last.
Well, it better be
the very damn last.
Look, before you guys start
getting all sentimental,
I don't think nobody's here.
Nah, they're here. Come on.
Trick or treat,
Mrs. Hathaway.
Trick or treat,
Mrs. Hathaway.
Trick, I guess.
- Oh, Eddie.
- Oh, Eddie.
Where are you?
Is Eddie home, Mrs. Hathaway?
No.
You sure about that?
He went to his grandparents'.
He won't be back for a month.
Or a year... maybe.
Get out!
Every one of you,
or I swear I'll shoot.
Where's Eddie, Mrs. Hathaway?
- I said...
- get out now!
We need Eddie, Mrs. Hathaway.
We need him to break the cycle.
I'm warning you, one more step
and I'll fire.
- Then fire, Mrs. Hathaway.
- Shoot me.
Then shoot Binky,
and Bobby, and Jill,
and even little Skeeter.
If that's really what you
think is the answer,
if you really think
that that will square things,
make it all better.
Is that what you think, ma'am?
You think we really
wanna be here?
I can't do this anymore.
Year after year,
I worried he'd be next.
I watched as you took
the others... one by one.
Hello, Eddie.
Okay.
If she's too chicken-shit
to do it, then I will.
You too, dickhead.
- Then do it, Eddie.
- Pull the trigger. Do it.
Killing things is quick.
Letting them grow
is what takes time.
- I'll do it.
- I ain't afraid.
Yeah? Then how come
you've been hiding behind
your mother's apron strings
for all these years,
just like all your other
candy-ass friends?
No, no! No!
It's no good, Eddie,
they'll just keep coming back.
- I am innocent! Mom!
- Don't let them do this!
They'll find us
everywhere we go.
- Don't let them do this!
- Get off of me!
Mom! Help me, please!
Please!
Jill, did you need
help with that?
No, it's okay, I got this.
Please, no. No!
I tell you, it was
a Halloween prank,
no one was supposed to get hurt.
Yeah, well, people did get hurt.
- Didn't they, Eddie?
- But not by me.
It was the other guys' idea.
The other guys who started
the whole thing!
You saw it, Skeeter.
Tell 'em it wasn't me.
Tell 'em I'm innocent.
Oh, God! Oh, my God!
- Hey, remember this?
- Yeah, you brought this.
- That same night.
- This is murder.
Yeah, that's the same thing
all your old friends said.
- Please. Please, please.
- No.
Oh, please! no!
Alright, let's see what it is,
man, 'cause I've been waiting
- this entire game.
- Pretty good.
- Oh, 23.
- That's what I thought.
- Ah!
- I was on it.
- Hey, guys, it's dark.
- Time for trick or treat.
Alright. Somewhere out there,
there is a Milky Way
with my name on it.
Binky, do you ever stop eating?
- Why would I?
- Come on. I'm ready, let's go.
Hey, guys, it's stuck.
Uh, the frame's probably warped
from the wet weather.
Here.
No. Wait.
No, it's really stuck,
it won't open.
Guys, look down there,
isn't that
Eddie Hathaway's gang?
It's gonna be hilarious.
What the hell are they doing
down there?
- Hey! Losers!
- Shit. Is that a match?
Ooh.
Whoa!
Hey, you better climb down
and run home to mama!
You kids better run,
it's gonna go up fast!
Wooh!
Alright, guys, I think
we scared them off.
- We need to get out. Go!
- Let's go!
- It's not funny!
- Somebody help!
- No, Eddie! Eddie!
- Please! Help! Help!
Open the door! No!
- You're crazy!
- You can't get away with this?!
Why not, Eddie?
You did.
No!
Well, that's that.
Not soon enough for me.
It's good to be home, though,
gotta admit.
Are you sure you got enough
to eat now, Bradwell.
Shut up, Reevestein.
You're just jealous 'cause
my costume's cooler than yours.
- Yeah, real cool.
- Like a figure skater.
I guess I'll see you in...
In... my dreams.
- Get some rest now, Skeet.
- You hear me?
Get some rest.
I wish we'd known
each other longer, Skeet.
I love you, little brother.
Ah! Ah, ah!
What? No, no, no, no, no.
Fuck!
Um, hi, why are you
Facetiming me?
- Fucking seriously?!
- Yes, seriously.
Look, I meant everything
that I said.
You going home to beg
your dad for money
doesn't magically erase
our situation.
Where are you?
Are you drunk dialing me?
No!
Are you high?
What's that got to do
with anything?
A lot actually.
Look, this... whole breakup,
it's... it's not you, it's me,
that's what I'm supposed
to say, right?
I can't. Right?
Not without lying,
and I don't fee like lying.
- But I...
- I just want
somebody motivated.
Justin, I feel like
you wouldn't even care
if you got bounced
from university tomorrow.
- I'm pacing myself!
- Okay.
Well, you get something going,
let me know,
we can maybe talk about this.
But until then,
I gotta go, okay? Bye!
♪ With some bad bitch
and a bag of weed ♪
♪ With some bad hos
and a bag of weed ♪
♪ I don't know your name, yo
♪ Park behind that Range, bro
♪ Tell your girls take
they Loubis off ♪
♪ And light that screen,
though ♪
♪ Come in, then,
introduce yourself ♪
♪ Then turn up, girl,
lose yourself ♪
♪ Don't keep nothing
to yourself ♪
♪ You should let me
do yourself ♪
♪ I ain't gonna fuck
with her no'mo' ♪
♪ After a while,
that shit got old ♪
♪ Rather party
at my crib ♪
♪ And walk around Versace, bro
♪ We jamming like we supposed
♪ We puffing that reefer, bro
♪ Shut that door
and keep it closed ♪
♪ We smoking and freaking, ho
♪ I'm wearing expensive
clothes ♪
♪ Don't gotta convince
these hoes ♪
♪ I did not choose
to be this cold ♪
♪ I was simply shown
this way so good ♪
♪ These women, these fools,
no point, they have no strut ♪
♪ All I need is a bad bitch
and a bag of weed ♪
♪ Just some bad hos
and a bag of weed ♪
Please. Please help me.
Yeah, okay, Alex,
I'll do just that.
You have to blow me first, okay?
Alex.
Alex, I know you're
fucking with me, dude.
There is no Alex here.
Please.
What the hell, man?
Please, turn my face
out of my suitcase
so I may speak clearly.
What?
Please.
I mean, really,
what the actual fuck?
Please, do not hit me.
What happened to you?
- I offended someone...
- I ought not have offended.
You got that right,
you look like a Bento box.
- Will you help me?
- How?
I mean, you look like you need
a hospital, like, yesterday.
Let's, uh, let's put you
in my car,
- and I'll take...
- That's very kind of you.
But there is nothing
that a Western hospital
can do to help with this
condition.
Are you kidding? No, They...
they... they can do anything,
I mean, there's this kid
in my school
who wrecked his motorcycle
and lost his legs,
and so now he uses
these Pogo stick things
- that they made for him...
- Yes, but...
and now he's, like,
good at basketball,
which is weird, 'cause he, like,
sucked before,
and now he's some sort
of unstoppable cyborg.
- It's very interesting...
- I think it's going
to his head, really,
because now he's mopping up
the court with everybody
and talking smack about it,
but not in a funny way...
Excuse me, please.
I do not mean to interrupt,
but I am in a great
degree of pain, and I cannot
give your schoolyard drama
the attention I'm certain
that it deserves.
Right, uh, I was taking
you to the hospital.
- No!
- Why not?
Because... they will find me.
Who? What,
the guys who did this to you?
Oh, hang on if... if people
are looking for you,
that means that they are
gonna come here, I...
I gotta take you
back to the airport.
- No!
- What?
If you just remove me
from the suitcase,
I may be able to walk away
under my own power.
Oh, okay, okay, great, cool,
that'd be awesome, thank you.
I don't really wanna be
a downer, it's just...
it looks like the suitcase
is kind of the only thing
keeping you together right now
and I can't have you spilling
out and dying everywhere,
I'm barely renting...
Stop talking.
Please.
Just remove me from
the suitcase.
Start with my feet. It's okay.
Yes, it is real,
an unfortunate condition
causes me to produce gold
when I am in pain.
- What... wait. What? How?
- I do not know how.
- It's just not possible.
- I am afraid that since you
are holding a coin you saw
come out of my mouth,
the burden of disproof
is upon you.
But I do not wish to talk.
Perhaps we can try again
to free me later.
Any wealth produced by our
efforts will, of course,
be yours to keep in
consideration of your...
valuable... assistance...
They will find me.
If people are looking for you,
that means that
they're gonna come here.
Wait!
Well, what you got
here is a Gold 100 Kurush coin
from the time of Abdul Amin
the Second.
Not a lucky guy.
He died after the first
world war,
along with the Ottoman Empire.
But is it valuable?
You heard me say
it was gold, right?
Of course it's valuable.
How you come about that?
I found it in some luggage.
Nice. How about
I give you $275?
You should've asked for $350.
He had to give you
at least $325.
Why didn't you call me?
I did, we're having lunch.
- No, I mean to negotiate.
- You suck at this shit.
No offense, but you kinda
let people walk all over you.
Like Carla, for example.
Yeah, that's not
a problem anymore.
- You okay?
- Nah, of course you're not.
She's, uh... She's something.
What about that coin?
Where did you, uh...
where did you say you found
that, again?
In some luggage.
Is there more?
Maybe.
Bullshit. I'm calling
blazing bullshit.
Not that I'm mad, I would
lie to you about where
I was getting $500 gold pieces...
even saying $500 gold pieces.
That's some Dungeons and Dragons
shit, man.
What'd you do, roll up a dwarf?
- Get away from me.
- What are you doing here?
I told you I was coming
to get my stuff.
- What's wrong?
- I always knew you were
a lot of things, Justin,
but never a murderer.
Alex, guys, wait!
- Fuck.
- Why... why is he in there?
- Justin, what did you do?!
- Me? Nothing no!
I found him that way.
And you just left him in there?!
Shouldn't we get him out?
Oh, yeah, great idea,
why didn't I think of that?
Look, it's a bit
more complicated.
Here, let me help you.
- Let's do it again.
- Okay.
- What was that?
- It's too much.
I don't know,
it happened last night, too.
- I think we should stop.
- I need to rest.
- You need to rest?
- It's too much.
- We need to get you out.
- Please. Please.
Come here.
Just come here.
- You found it in a suitcase.
- Yeah.
Okay, guys, how the fuck
is he doing that?
It doesn't matter how
he's doing it, he's doing it.
This is amazing, man,
we're gonna be fucking rich.
- Whoa, first of all, "we"?
- Second of all...
Okay, somebody please
explain to me
- what the fuck's going on?
- Yeah, "we."
We're gonna be rich.
We're roommates, man,
- we share everything, right?
- What about him?
Not everything,
and second of all,
we're just gonna help him
get out of the case.
Excuse me, young sir.
Maybe we can make some money.
- No. No.
- Justin, is this real?
Not you, the other young sir.
- This is gold, right?
- Nothing bad's gonna happen
to anybody... I feel like
something bad's gonna happen
if we keep him around
for too long.
- Stop!
- Stop, stop, no!
No, young sir, please! Please!
- We can't.
- I know!
- Alex, what are you doing?
- What are you doing, man?
- Alex.
- Alex. Jesus.
Oh, he's not going anywhere.
Yeah, okay.
We keep him for 48 hours
and then we let him go.
Deal.
♪ Bring it back to life
♪ Back to reality
♪ Gonna get some crows, leave it
alone, triple OG status ♪
♪ A town's very own
♪ Party people in the club,
it's time to cut the rug ♪
♪ Baby-babe,
you're in my system ♪
♪ Baby-babe,
tell me you miss me ♪
♪ Now this goes out
to all my players in the back ♪
♪ Sipping 'gnac
in the round corners ♪
♪ And this goes out to all
my ladies in the front ♪
♪ What you want?
Baby, if you wanna breathe, go ♪
Oh, fuck.
♪ You're in my system
Smoke a bowl?
Why did you stop?
Hit him again,
what are you waiting for?
Look, I don't know
if he can take a higher setting.
That's what you said before
you turned it up last time
and look how much is coming out.
I think we should stop.
- No.
- No.
No. It is okay.
I do not deserve any better.
Do whatever you will.
I-I think... my heart
will stop soon. Please.
- No, hey, what the fuck?!
- Did you hear what he said?
Justin, don't be such a dick.
We're about to get everything
that we've ever wanted here.
That cherry red Challenger
you've been eyeing,
that's yours, man.
I mean, with this kind of money
we're close to being able
to buy vacation homes
somewhere tax-sheltery...
with boats!
Fucking boats, man.
No, we agreed, 48 hours.
Alex.
There comes a time where you're
gonna need to ask yourself
- who you wanna be?
- Why is he still talking?
- I wanna be rich.
- I wanna be rich.
Fucking look around.
Open your fucking eyes.
With this kind of money,
you can buy your dad's business
and make him work for you.
No, no, no, you two
are fucking evil.
This is bullshit.
Justin, how did you think
this was gonna end?
I didn't think it was gonna
end up with us being murderers?!
I'm calling the cops.
No!
What are you doing?!
What do we do now?
Um... we run.
That's what we do, we...
we get the hell out of here.
This kind of money, it'll...
it'll take us to Paris, to...
to Rio... maybe Constantinople.
That's not a place anymore.
Shut up.
What do we do about him?
I say we get one last
jackpot and blaze.
Oh, no, please don't.
You naughty children.
You're so naughty.
How will this world contain
your wickedness?
Yes! Yes! Yeah!
No! No! No!
How was your visit
to our fair city?
It was delightful,
most productive, as always.
I trust everything is in order?
First class, window seat,
arriving in Istanbul
at 9:30 a.m.
And you're quite certain
you'll be able
to accommodate my bags.
For a customer as loyal
as you? Anything.
- No!
- Help me!