Room 104 (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Episode #3.5 - full transcript
The stories and experiences of different people who go in and out of a single room of an average American motel.
( music playing )
Male Narrator:
This is the story of
a very nice boy named Greg...
( snoring softly )
and a very strange boy
named Randy.
- Randy: Oh, just orange juice?
- You can have one
of my Gatorades.
- Thank you.
- Don't forget your wallet, bud.
- Narrator:
- For the past two weeks,
Randy and Greg
have been rooming together
on an out-of-town drywall gig.
At first, everything
had gone swimmingly...
until Randy started
sleepwalking.
He apologized profusely
to his new friend Greg
for waking him up
and terrifying him
in the middle of the night.
I'm sorry, Greg.
Narrator:
Greg, always the nice boy,
tried to be patient.
You don't have to keep on
apologizing, honestly.
I know it's not your fault.
It's OK.
- Narrator:
- Wanting to help,
He hoped to figure out
a solution.
Maybe there's a way
that we can, like, fix it.
- Well, I don't see
- how we can fix it,
- Because I've been doing it
- forever,
And we're only on this job
for two more weeks,
- and then you'll be
- rid of me for good.
- I'm not trying
- to get rid of you, Randy.
I'm just saying that
it's only temporary for you.
Narrator:
Which was true.
While Greg was going back
to school in the fall,
Randy would be
a drywall guy forever.
Oh, man, I forgot to go
and get my meat last night.
- I can make you
- another sandwich.
Thank you, Greg.
You're the best.
- That's all right.
- No problem.
Narrator:
Greg always tried to be
tolerant of Randy's odd habits,
but sleepwalking,
he couldn't ignore.
What if I, like, uh,
I tapped you a little?
You know what I mean?
- Just kinda like
- when you're in that mode.
Just knock you out
of that deep, deep, deep sleep
and into more
of a lighter sleep?
They say you're not supposed
to wake a sleepwalker.
- Just kinda spitballing ideas
- here.
- We gotta figure something out,
- man,
Because you keep on
waking me up,
and I need to get some sleep.
I know, and Greg, you're...
You're like the last person
I want to wake up.
- It's OK, Randy.
- You know what?
I really appreciate...
you rooming with me,
- because I know
- none of the other guys,
- They didn't want
- to bunk with me.
- That's not true.
- Narrator: It was 100% true.
So, thank you.
- Thank you for
- being my friend.
Aw, come on.
( laughs )
I'm serious.
- Narrator:
- Greg knew in his heart
That he could never
truly be friends with Randy.
But since he was a nice boy...
Greg:
You're welcome.
Narrator:
But even nice boys
have their limits.
( quiet snoring )
( snoring )
Narrator:
Now, there are two things you
should know about sleepwalkers.
One, you should never
wake a sleepwalker.
And two,
when one is sleepwalking,
one is not truly oneself,
and therefore
capable of doing things
that are, well, unexpected.
( snoring )
( thud )
Oh, shit!
- Narrator:
- Grew knew all of these things,
And he wanted to be
a nice boy to Randy.
But his patience
was wearing thin.
He was not only exhausted from
countless sleepless nights...
( whispering loudly ) Randy!
Randy, please!
Go back to bed, OK?
Narrator:
He was conflicted.
- His mother
- had always taught him:
"Be kinder than necessary,
for you never know what
someone is going through."
Jesus!
Narrator:
Sage advice, for sure.
Nevertheless,
hard advice to follow
after a string
of unrestful nights.
So Greg,
near the end of his rope,
decided to try something.
( whispers ) Randy.
Randy, wake up.
( sighs )
Aah!
Oh, my God!
No, no, no, no, no!
( punch lands )
- I just can't believe
- I did that.
I just can't believe it.
Greg, you know, I'm...
I'm so, so sorry. I'm...
- so sorry.
- Stop it, Randy.
Just stop apologizing.
I'm the one who tried
to wake you up.
Yeah, but I'm the one
who punched you in the eye.
My best friend!
- It's fine.
- Well, I just feel awful.
I wish there was
something I could do.
Well, Randy,
if you really want
to do something,
you could make
our sandwiches
for lunch today.
- That's not what I mean.
- I'm not a little kid.
Well, honestly,
you're acting like one!
Narrator:
Seeing the look
on Randy's face,
Greg walked himself back.
It would be helpful
if you made the sandwiches
so we're not late
for work today. OK?
OK.
( sighs ) Shit!
Shit!
I forgot to buy the meat
again last night.
Ohh. You know what?
I'll get the next two rounds.
OK, Greg?
- I just wish...
- Narrator: And in that moment
as Greg listened to Randy
prattle on senselessly,
he knew that
he couldn't do it anymore.
Not one more night.
Randy:
I just wish
there was something...
- Narrator:
- He needed to tell Randy
- That he could no longer
- be his roommate.
- Hey, can I borrow
- your deodorant?
Narrator:
He was just too nice to do it.
How about a Tootsie Roll?
Tootsie Roll?
When I was a kid,
my dad would tuck me in
every night.
- Let's say this is me
- right here.
This... like...
all tight...
- Like a Tootsie Roll.
- Like a Tootsie Roll.
Yeah, like a Tootsie Roll.
- I like this idea.
- Great.
So your dad
tucked you in at night.
Yeah.
- That must be why
- you're so nice.
I'm not that nice.
No. You're the nicest person
I've ever met.
- Sandwiches.
- Yeah.
( crickets chirping )
Greg:
Couple more nights like that
and I'll be good.
Jesus!
- Randy:
- What's up?
What happened?
Greg,
you're scaring me.
What... Uh...
Oh, my God.
( panting )
Ahh.
( grunting, groaning )
Aah!
Ohh. Uhh. Ahh.
- ( drops shoes to floor )
- ( groans )
- At least my legs are OK.
- Yeah, but everything else...
- No, I'm trying to be positive.
- Oh, sorry. Yeah.
Did I get out?
Randy,
it would seem so, yes.
I guess that Tootsie Roll
wasn't tight enough.
Yeah.
I don't know
what happened.
( groans )
I guess... I don't know,
I coulda... sat up
and walked out,
and then while I was out there
maybe got attacked
by a dog or something?
Randy, I don't think
a dog did that.
- Well, what do you think
- happened?
I don't know.
Narrator:
The boys searched the room
for answers.
Is that your bag?
No.
Oh,
Jesus. Ohh.
( grunts )
- Tight.
- Let me just...
Oh, my God.
Ohh!
Whoa.
Ohh.
( Greg panting )
( gagging )
( bag crinkling )
- I think it's a foot.
- ( Greg gags )
- Narrator:
- It was a foot.
Ohh, yeah.
It's so delicate.
I think it's...
a female foot.
See the toenail polish?
Ohh! Uhh!
- I'm sorry.
- No... I...
Nope. I can't
be a part of this.
Well...
- W-What are you doing?
- I'm packing.
- Packing?
- Yep.
Where are you going?
I don't think this is the time
to go anywhere.
- Greg, you can't leave!
- Randy.
You gotta believe me!
I didn't do it!
- I never said
- that you did.
- Yeah, but you're
- acting like I did.
- You're running away scared!
- I just...
- You're scared of me.
- I can't deal with this.
We have to deal with it!
- "We"?!
- The foot is here, now!
- Hold on.
- Yeah, "we"!
I need you!
I- I can't deal with this alone!
This is your mess.
I'm just your
fucking roommate, OK?
I thought you were
my best friend.
Randy, I am not
your friggin'
best friend!
I'm the only person
who's willing to bunk
with you!
And now you're holding
a fucking foot,
and you won't let me leave!
Because I need your help.
I'm so sick and tired
of helping you.
- And now you want me
- to help you what,
Find out whose foot
you sawed off yesterday?
Fuck that.
Fuck. That.
I'm gonna put the foot
back in the bag.
Greg...
look, I need you.
There's a foot in a bag
and I don't know what to do.
( sighs )
Please don't leave.
Narrator:
And then Greg
heard that voice again...
The one reminding him
that he's a nice boy.
And nice boys don't walk away
from people in need.
- Woman on TV:
- A black Honda Civic
Drove into
- the Fourth and Cross
- Dairy Queen
- Last night
- sometime around 3:00 a.m.,
But otherwise,
a pretty quiet night.
Karen, over to you.
- Karen on TV:
- Traffic is already loading up
- On the Beltway,
- but that's not a surprise,
- Due to the single-lane closure
- on 64...
Anything?
No.
I'm a good person.
You've known me well enough
to know...
that I'm a good person, right?
- Randy...
- Yes or no.
You can be honest.
( humorless laugh )
Ah, well, I think...
you are not a smart person.
I think you are
unprepared and clueless
to live life as an adult.
Without me,
you would be always late
and probably fired,
and that you are...
essentially...
Narrator:
Greg wanted to be
a nice boy to Randy,
but what he really wanted to do
was to beat
the ever-loving shit
out of him.
To beat the incompetence,
ignorance, and idiocy
out of his body.
And for the first time
in his life,
Greg looked deep within
and asked himself,
"Am I truly a nice boy?"
Are you... OK?
What?
( sawing )
( bag crinkles )
Randy: Greg...
Yeah?
You're the best friend
that I've ever had.
I'm serious, I...
I don't know
what's gonna happen
when we're done with this job,
but I want to
pledge myself to you.
I will follow you anywhere.
And... if you don't want that,
I'll leave...
But be, like, on call,
you know?
You can keep my number,
- and then if you ever
- need anything,
Anything at all,
you just call me.
OK.
I'm serious. Like...
Like any time, any place,
like if someone's
fucking with you,
you just let me know
and I'll come running
and I'll just
fucking kill 'em!
Sorry.
I didn't...
mean it like that.
You know what I mean.
Thank you.
Thank you for...
believing in me.
I... I love you...
a lot.
( whimpering )
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you!
Narrator:
That night,
for the first time in years,
Randy slept like a log,
basking in the warm knowledge
that he had finally found
his first true friend.
Sleep, however,
did not come so easily
for Greg.
He couldn't help but wonder,
what does it really mean
to be a nice boy?
Is it to help others,
no matter the cost to oneself?
And though he didn't
want to believe it,
that maybe there was
such a thing
as being too nice.
( music playing )
- WOMAN:
- I met you three years ago.
♪ (EERIE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
I just knew that I had met
the love of my life.
Became jealous...
petty... resentful.
Angry.
- I took away
- the most important thing to me.
Us.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Male Narrator:
This is the story of
a very nice boy named Greg...
( snoring softly )
and a very strange boy
named Randy.
- Randy: Oh, just orange juice?
- You can have one
of my Gatorades.
- Thank you.
- Don't forget your wallet, bud.
- Narrator:
- For the past two weeks,
Randy and Greg
have been rooming together
on an out-of-town drywall gig.
At first, everything
had gone swimmingly...
until Randy started
sleepwalking.
He apologized profusely
to his new friend Greg
for waking him up
and terrifying him
in the middle of the night.
I'm sorry, Greg.
Narrator:
Greg, always the nice boy,
tried to be patient.
You don't have to keep on
apologizing, honestly.
I know it's not your fault.
It's OK.
- Narrator:
- Wanting to help,
He hoped to figure out
a solution.
Maybe there's a way
that we can, like, fix it.
- Well, I don't see
- how we can fix it,
- Because I've been doing it
- forever,
And we're only on this job
for two more weeks,
- and then you'll be
- rid of me for good.
- I'm not trying
- to get rid of you, Randy.
I'm just saying that
it's only temporary for you.
Narrator:
Which was true.
While Greg was going back
to school in the fall,
Randy would be
a drywall guy forever.
Oh, man, I forgot to go
and get my meat last night.
- I can make you
- another sandwich.
Thank you, Greg.
You're the best.
- That's all right.
- No problem.
Narrator:
Greg always tried to be
tolerant of Randy's odd habits,
but sleepwalking,
he couldn't ignore.
What if I, like, uh,
I tapped you a little?
You know what I mean?
- Just kinda like
- when you're in that mode.
Just knock you out
of that deep, deep, deep sleep
and into more
of a lighter sleep?
They say you're not supposed
to wake a sleepwalker.
- Just kinda spitballing ideas
- here.
- We gotta figure something out,
- man,
Because you keep on
waking me up,
and I need to get some sleep.
I know, and Greg, you're...
You're like the last person
I want to wake up.
- It's OK, Randy.
- You know what?
I really appreciate...
you rooming with me,
- because I know
- none of the other guys,
- They didn't want
- to bunk with me.
- That's not true.
- Narrator: It was 100% true.
So, thank you.
- Thank you for
- being my friend.
Aw, come on.
( laughs )
I'm serious.
- Narrator:
- Greg knew in his heart
That he could never
truly be friends with Randy.
But since he was a nice boy...
Greg:
You're welcome.
Narrator:
But even nice boys
have their limits.
( quiet snoring )
( snoring )
Narrator:
Now, there are two things you
should know about sleepwalkers.
One, you should never
wake a sleepwalker.
And two,
when one is sleepwalking,
one is not truly oneself,
and therefore
capable of doing things
that are, well, unexpected.
( snoring )
( thud )
Oh, shit!
- Narrator:
- Grew knew all of these things,
And he wanted to be
a nice boy to Randy.
But his patience
was wearing thin.
He was not only exhausted from
countless sleepless nights...
( whispering loudly ) Randy!
Randy, please!
Go back to bed, OK?
Narrator:
He was conflicted.
- His mother
- had always taught him:
"Be kinder than necessary,
for you never know what
someone is going through."
Jesus!
Narrator:
Sage advice, for sure.
Nevertheless,
hard advice to follow
after a string
of unrestful nights.
So Greg,
near the end of his rope,
decided to try something.
( whispers ) Randy.
Randy, wake up.
( sighs )
Aah!
Oh, my God!
No, no, no, no, no!
( punch lands )
- I just can't believe
- I did that.
I just can't believe it.
Greg, you know, I'm...
I'm so, so sorry. I'm...
- so sorry.
- Stop it, Randy.
Just stop apologizing.
I'm the one who tried
to wake you up.
Yeah, but I'm the one
who punched you in the eye.
My best friend!
- It's fine.
- Well, I just feel awful.
I wish there was
something I could do.
Well, Randy,
if you really want
to do something,
you could make
our sandwiches
for lunch today.
- That's not what I mean.
- I'm not a little kid.
Well, honestly,
you're acting like one!
Narrator:
Seeing the look
on Randy's face,
Greg walked himself back.
It would be helpful
if you made the sandwiches
so we're not late
for work today. OK?
OK.
( sighs ) Shit!
Shit!
I forgot to buy the meat
again last night.
Ohh. You know what?
I'll get the next two rounds.
OK, Greg?
- I just wish...
- Narrator: And in that moment
as Greg listened to Randy
prattle on senselessly,
he knew that
he couldn't do it anymore.
Not one more night.
Randy:
I just wish
there was something...
- Narrator:
- He needed to tell Randy
- That he could no longer
- be his roommate.
- Hey, can I borrow
- your deodorant?
Narrator:
He was just too nice to do it.
How about a Tootsie Roll?
Tootsie Roll?
When I was a kid,
my dad would tuck me in
every night.
- Let's say this is me
- right here.
This... like...
all tight...
- Like a Tootsie Roll.
- Like a Tootsie Roll.
Yeah, like a Tootsie Roll.
- I like this idea.
- Great.
So your dad
tucked you in at night.
Yeah.
- That must be why
- you're so nice.
I'm not that nice.
No. You're the nicest person
I've ever met.
- Sandwiches.
- Yeah.
( crickets chirping )
Greg:
Couple more nights like that
and I'll be good.
Jesus!
- Randy:
- What's up?
What happened?
Greg,
you're scaring me.
What... Uh...
Oh, my God.
( panting )
Ahh.
( grunting, groaning )
Aah!
Ohh. Uhh. Ahh.
- ( drops shoes to floor )
- ( groans )
- At least my legs are OK.
- Yeah, but everything else...
- No, I'm trying to be positive.
- Oh, sorry. Yeah.
Did I get out?
Randy,
it would seem so, yes.
I guess that Tootsie Roll
wasn't tight enough.
Yeah.
I don't know
what happened.
( groans )
I guess... I don't know,
I coulda... sat up
and walked out,
and then while I was out there
maybe got attacked
by a dog or something?
Randy, I don't think
a dog did that.
- Well, what do you think
- happened?
I don't know.
Narrator:
The boys searched the room
for answers.
Is that your bag?
No.
Oh,
Jesus. Ohh.
( grunts )
- Tight.
- Let me just...
Oh, my God.
Ohh!
Whoa.
Ohh.
( Greg panting )
( gagging )
( bag crinkling )
- I think it's a foot.
- ( Greg gags )
- Narrator:
- It was a foot.
Ohh, yeah.
It's so delicate.
I think it's...
a female foot.
See the toenail polish?
Ohh! Uhh!
- I'm sorry.
- No... I...
Nope. I can't
be a part of this.
Well...
- W-What are you doing?
- I'm packing.
- Packing?
- Yep.
Where are you going?
I don't think this is the time
to go anywhere.
- Greg, you can't leave!
- Randy.
You gotta believe me!
I didn't do it!
- I never said
- that you did.
- Yeah, but you're
- acting like I did.
- You're running away scared!
- I just...
- You're scared of me.
- I can't deal with this.
We have to deal with it!
- "We"?!
- The foot is here, now!
- Hold on.
- Yeah, "we"!
I need you!
I- I can't deal with this alone!
This is your mess.
I'm just your
fucking roommate, OK?
I thought you were
my best friend.
Randy, I am not
your friggin'
best friend!
I'm the only person
who's willing to bunk
with you!
And now you're holding
a fucking foot,
and you won't let me leave!
Because I need your help.
I'm so sick and tired
of helping you.
- And now you want me
- to help you what,
Find out whose foot
you sawed off yesterday?
Fuck that.
Fuck. That.
I'm gonna put the foot
back in the bag.
Greg...
look, I need you.
There's a foot in a bag
and I don't know what to do.
( sighs )
Please don't leave.
Narrator:
And then Greg
heard that voice again...
The one reminding him
that he's a nice boy.
And nice boys don't walk away
from people in need.
- Woman on TV:
- A black Honda Civic
Drove into
- the Fourth and Cross
- Dairy Queen
- Last night
- sometime around 3:00 a.m.,
But otherwise,
a pretty quiet night.
Karen, over to you.
- Karen on TV:
- Traffic is already loading up
- On the Beltway,
- but that's not a surprise,
- Due to the single-lane closure
- on 64...
Anything?
No.
I'm a good person.
You've known me well enough
to know...
that I'm a good person, right?
- Randy...
- Yes or no.
You can be honest.
( humorless laugh )
Ah, well, I think...
you are not a smart person.
I think you are
unprepared and clueless
to live life as an adult.
Without me,
you would be always late
and probably fired,
and that you are...
essentially...
Narrator:
Greg wanted to be
a nice boy to Randy,
but what he really wanted to do
was to beat
the ever-loving shit
out of him.
To beat the incompetence,
ignorance, and idiocy
out of his body.
And for the first time
in his life,
Greg looked deep within
and asked himself,
"Am I truly a nice boy?"
Are you... OK?
What?
( sawing )
( bag crinkles )
Randy: Greg...
Yeah?
You're the best friend
that I've ever had.
I'm serious, I...
I don't know
what's gonna happen
when we're done with this job,
but I want to
pledge myself to you.
I will follow you anywhere.
And... if you don't want that,
I'll leave...
But be, like, on call,
you know?
You can keep my number,
- and then if you ever
- need anything,
Anything at all,
you just call me.
OK.
I'm serious. Like...
Like any time, any place,
like if someone's
fucking with you,
you just let me know
and I'll come running
and I'll just
fucking kill 'em!
Sorry.
I didn't...
mean it like that.
You know what I mean.
Thank you.
Thank you for...
believing in me.
I... I love you...
a lot.
( whimpering )
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you!
Narrator:
That night,
for the first time in years,
Randy slept like a log,
basking in the warm knowledge
that he had finally found
his first true friend.
Sleep, however,
did not come so easily
for Greg.
He couldn't help but wonder,
what does it really mean
to be a nice boy?
Is it to help others,
no matter the cost to oneself?
And though he didn't
want to believe it,
that maybe there was
such a thing
as being too nice.
( music playing )
- WOMAN:
- I met you three years ago.
♪ (EERIE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
I just knew that I had met
the love of my life.
Became jealous...
petty... resentful.
Angry.
- I took away
- the most important thing to me.
Us.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪