Six Feet Under (2001–2005): Season 4, Episode 5 - That's My Dog - full transcript

Oh, whoa.

- Shit.
- Oh, I know.

You went a little
"Showgirls" on me there,

not that
I'm complaining.

Happy anniversary, baby.

Same time next year?

You kidding?
I got needs.

I better wake up in the morning
with you all over me.

I hope you don't think
I'm waiting till morning.

Let's go shower.

Give me a minute.



- This feels too nice.
- Just don't cook yourself.

Honey?

Annie, you okay?

Annie?!

Annie?!
Annie?!

Oh my God, Annie!

I'm really
gonna miss you.

This is the first time
we've been apart

- for any real length of time.
- Not that long.

Keith, three months
is a long time.

David, we were split up for like,
what, eight months?

We weathered that.

Oh God, you're gonna
get hit on

by really hot guys
in every city.



Come on, it's been okay
for both of us

to have an occasional
random fuck here,

what's gonna be
so different?

You're gonna meet
some cooler, smarter, hotter guy

who's a lot easier
to get along with than I am.

- I could do that here.
- That makes me feel a lot better.

We're gonna be able to buy a fucking
house with the money I'm making.

With a pool and a hot tub
and a steam shower.

- And room for kids.
- Yeah.

All of which you'll be
sharing with the cooler,

smarter, hotter guy
you're gonna meet on tour.

Don't you know
I ain't looking?

I'm settled down.
I found what I want.

Besides, this'll be
good for us.

How will this
be good for us?

Lt'll show you
you don't have to worry.

C'mon, David,
what does it take?

Don't be so insecure.
I love you.

I'm not insecure.

If you want me not to do anything
while I'm gone, just ask me.

Really?

Yeah, as long as you
don't do anything either.

- Just be safe.
- Of course I'm gonna be safe.

- I'm safe with everybody but you.
- Be extra safe.

Even with blowjobs
you have to use a condom.

Excuse me, but did you use
a condom with that plumber?

But that was different.
We hadn't made up the rules yet.

And no sex with anybody
more than once.

We'll see about that.

- Keith.
- David.

There's my car.

- How do I look?
- So fucking hot it's ridiculous.

Aw, I'm gonna miss you.

I feel like
I'm gonna cry.

So... cry.

- Call me every night.
- Okay.

- Starting tonight.
- All right, I will.

All right, bitch,
calm down!

Bush just lies
and no one cares.

Nate, you got fuckin'
oatmeal on my print!

- I don't believe this.
- Hey, not in front of Maya, okay?

Asshole.

This is really
important to me.

Yes, Nate,
they're for Claire's crit.

Mom, don't say "crit."
It sounds weird coming from you.

What, are you trying to be
a model or something?

No, I'm not
selling anything.

Isn't that what you should be doing,
trying to figure out

how to sell out to the highest bidder
as fast as you can

before your life just totally
blows up in your face? Because it will.

It just doesn't stop,
does it?

It gets better.

But it never
goes away, no.

Maybe you should try
to meet someone new.

Mom, I don't want to meet...
what, date?

I don't want to be
with anybody right now. I can't.

Even if it's
just sex then.

Sex can be
very healing.

Mom, it's okay for us
to be celibate if we want to.

Thank you, Claire.

Then maybe you
should get a job.

Look, I've been trying, all right?
It's not that easy these days.

- Who's supposed to take care of Maya?
- Us, her family.

I think it's best if I look
after my daughter right now.

- Thank you.
- Don't you think what's best for Maya

is to have
a healthy father?

Mom, all I do is think about
what's best for Maya, okay?

A bereavement group?
Mom...

I was a professional grief
counselor for three years.

I know what a load
of crap this is.

When you lose someone
it actually helps

to spend time with others who are going
through the same experience.

If it's so great, why didn't
you go when Dad died?

- I did.
- You didn't tell us that.

I went once a week
for several months.

Why didn't you tell us?
One of us could have gone with you.

I felt like it would have been wrong
to burden my children.

Maybe I could
have used it too.

Why is this family
so repressed?

I can tell you
from experience, Nate,

you're not simply gonna
wake up one morning

and find it's all over.
You have to grieve.

Look, I know that.
I have grieved.

I've done big
grieving, okay?

I just feel like I'm...

stuck in this quicksand

and there's something
bigger than me that's holding me back.

It just doesn't
make sense.

Something as
stupid as that...

falling in the shower.

It was my fault.

No no, of course not.
It was an accident.

No, I dragged her
out to the hot tub,

made her drink tequila,

got her all dizzy.

It was our anniversary.

Mr. Thornton,

I think your wife
was very much in love

and did all those things because she
enjoyed doing them with you.

Why did this happen?

Out of nowhere,
for no reason?

I was a good husband.

I loved her.

I took care of her.

Now why is God
punishing me?

I don't think God punishes people
like that, Mr. Thornton.

No, of course not.

- Hello, Ruth.
- Hello, Becky.

Pajamas.

Yes, it's hard to get them
long enough for George.

He's such a large man.

- Nothing wrong with that.
- No no, I'm not complaining.

How are things
with Hakim?

- He got back together with his wife.
- Oh no!

Yeah, I guess I was just
a pretty toy to him.

$22.40.

- I'm so sorry.
- I'm not.

I left a bag of burning dogshit on his
front porch as a little parting gift.

Movin' on.

You know,
George has a son.

He got a job?

I believe he's
independently wealthy.

- What's his name?
- Kyle.

He's about 40,
rather boyish.

Does he have a mustache?
I like a mustache.

No, but I believe
he's capable of growing one.

Why is he
still single?

He's a very
complex man.

Well, I like a man
who can keep me guessing.

Maybe I'll have you
both over for dinner.

I'll call you.

Shall we start?
Anyone?

They remind me
of Katy Grannan's earlier work.

Yes, they certainly do.

I like them.

They're really simple

and unpretentious...
pretty.

Like Claire herself.

I wonder
though...

if they're a little
too staged.

Maybe.

- Are they staged, Claire?
- Well, yeah.

It's kind of hard
to take a candid self-portrait.

Not just staged, but...

- stagy.
- Maybe they're a little stiff.

Dead.

That's what I like
about them.

This girl
who's like dead,

and beyond
everything,

beyond hunger,
beyond sex,

beyond boredom.
And really,

it's so beautiful
to be in that state.

Like, nothing
can reach her.

Nothing can
get to her.

See, I wouldn't say dead,
I would say empty.

Yeah,
definitely empty.

- Was that your intention, Claire?
- No.

I was trying to capture
the stillness I sometimes feel.

Really?
Not emptiness, apathy?

No.
Stillness.

Okay, what are you doing
in this picture?

Nothing.
Being still.

What are you looking at?
What are you thinking?

Nothing.

Okay, see, I thought you were actually
thinking something deep.

Okay, let me ask you this...

and feel free
to roll your eyes,

but do you really want
to perpetuate

the idea of woman
as a vacant vessel?

Is this more
lesbian stuff?

Yes, I have to meet my quota
so I get my toaster oven.

Okay, I'm not trying to perpetuate
anything. I don't have an agenda.

I shoot from a more
instinctual place.

- An empty place?
- I'm not empty!

No, of course not.

So maybe with your next work,
we can see something

that actually is
inside you.

May I help you?

Oh, I'm just
looking for Rico.

Federico?

Rico Rico.

- Hello.
- Hey, it's me.

Oh God, I'm glad
you called.

I hated the way we left
things this morning.

How did
we leave things?

- Awkward.
- Oh.

I was just calling to remind
you to pay the cable bill.

- I left it on my desk.
- Okay.

So how's it going?

Oh, it's great.
Got our own sushi chef.

I'm eating yellowtail,
and it's out of this fucking world.

I'm drinking
lukewarm coffee

and driving a body
back to the funeral home.

I'm having
an awful day.

- Why?
- I told you.

The way you left this morning,
it just seemed so... whatever.

Honey, forget about it.
You're just feeling needy right now.

"Honey"? When do you ever
call me honey?

Because you don't want them
to know you're talking to a guy?

Jesus, why don't you
just call me Darlene?

I gotta go.
They're starting a movie.

- What movie?
- Some Japanese horror flick

they want Celeste
to do the remake of.

Listen, I love you.
Gotta go.

Rico!

What are you doing here?
What are you doing here?!

Well, obviously you weren't
gonna come to see me.

Come on, Maria's
watching Nicole today.

Let's go to
Magic Mountain.

Are you stoned?

So? I don't have
to work today.

You can't come
in here stoned!

You can't come in
here at all!

C'mon, you don't
like me anymore?

Of course I like you.
It's just... you know.

I want you
to take me to dinner.

I got
a new dress.

It's very short.

No, Sophia, no,
Sophia, no!

You got the wrong idea.

I spent all day
alone yesterday.

I was so sad.

I cried
like three times.

I miss you.

You're important
to me, Rico.

You make
my life better.

Whoa.

Whoa, Sophia...

I'm sorry if I did
something wrong, but...

No, you didn't
do anything wrong.

- It's just...
- I can't help it that I like you.

You're the best thing
that ever happened to me.

I guess
I should go.

Maybe I can get off
early tonight.

- Uh, sorry.
- No, you're not interrupting anything.

Sophia Morales,
this is Nate Fisher.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

- Do you need anything?
- Uh...

I was just gonna
play some Doom.

Um, pick me up
at 7:00?

Okay okay.

It's not
what you think.

Rico, I don't care.

...studios in Los Angeles,
this is Marketplace.

Patrolling for petrol.

...more than
in any other land.

No wonder about 40%...

Hey, I can't believe
someone finally stopped.

- What's wrong?
- I ran out of gas.

I know, so lame.

No. It's happened to all
of us at least once.

Yeah, it's just I'm supposed
to help my grandma today.

She broke her hip
and she can't make it upstairs,

so I told her I'd move her bed
downstairs into the den

and I know she's just sitting there
waiting for me.

I'm sorry, it's just
one of those days.

Believe me, I know
what that's like.

Any chance you could give me a lift
to the next gas station?

I wouldn't even ask,
I just...

I don't know
what else to do.

- Sure, get in.
- Wow, thank you so much.

- I'm Jake.
- David.

David, you just
saved my life.

This is so much fun!

I haven't been
on a campus in years.

Hi.

Ooh, let's wrap him up
and take him home.

Now what?

You're being wildly
inappropriate, as usual.

And, as usual, I am feeling
irritated and resentful.

Well, that's your shit.

Oh, is Richard Braun
teaching here?

Yeah, my cognitive
psych class.

You don't believe in all
that cognitive crap, do you?

You have to dig
through the past.

Just knowing where behavior
comes from doesn't change the behavior.

It doesn't change anything, except you
know where the behavior comes from.

Ricky Braun has the most
unusually shiny penis.

I went on this
retreat with him

and when he'd get out
of the hot tub,

the water would just
bead up on his schlong.

Do you suppose
he kept it oiled?

I don't know, Mom,
and I don't care.

He's a good teacher.

He's an exhibitionist
and an idiot.

Then maybe you should
teach the class.

Here? No thank you, darling,
I'm not that desperate.

This happens to be
an excellent program.

It doesn't matter where you're doing
your training, sweetheart.

You're gonna be
a terrific therapist.

You really have this
uncanny understanding

of interpersonal dynamics,
which you've always had.

You just have a problem applying
the principles to your own life,

which is so often
the case.

I was wondering when
the insult would come.

C'mon, we're
exactly the same.

Who's a bigger
train wreck than I?

So, how's it going
with Olivier?

He's a very
passionate man.

He's a lot of fun if you don't take him
too seriously.

And he is completely
supportive of my decision

to have vaginal
rejuvenation surgery.

Oh, Mom!

Darling, I've had
a couple of children.

You, especially,
took your toll.

I mean, c'mon,

no one wants to fuck
a glass of water,

if you know
what I'm saying.

Speaking of children,

are you still interested
in having one?

- I think so.
- You think so?

And is Joe the man
you want to have them with?

- I think he is, yeah.
- You think he is?

How's the sex?

It's fine.

It's creative.

It's interesting.

Oh, dear God.
You have to dump him.

Mom, last month
when I brought him to dinner,

- you said he was the one!
- I know, I didn't realize at the time

that the sex between the two of you
was this cerebral exercise.

That's not good.

Sex is something
you should feel,

not something
you should think.

I have to think to keep from behaving
in a compulsive and destructive manner,

thanks to my early exposure

to compulsive and destructive
sexual energy.

- Thank you very much.
- I thought you just said

that poring over the past
is not important.

- Change the behavior.
- I have changed the behavior.

Well, then what are you
complaining about?

This is probably
the healthiest relationship

that I have
ever been in.

No, I'm not
gonna dump him.

As a matter of fact,
we're talking about moving in together.

Now that's
the Brenda I know.

I hate your new hair.

I could feel the gentle
rocking of the train

as we started to move.

And he was so handsome,
sitting there against the window,

smiling at me.

When I woke up, I could hardly believe
I was this old lady

in bed all by myself.

Now, what's odd

is I had completely
forgotten about that trip.

It was so long ago.

I have so many memories
of my time with Walter

that I can't even
remember them all.

Memories are nice,
aren't they, Ellen?

Mm-hmm.

- Their ATM is down.
- Really?

I got no cash, so I tried to use
my credit card

to get a gas can
and a couple gallons of gas,

but of course I'm way over my limit
so he wouldn't take it.

I begged him, please,
and he laughs in my face.

How humiliating
is that?

- Sorry.
- Man.

I must have been a serious asshole
in a previous life.

I don't think it works that way.
Things just happen.

At least I stole
a pack of gum.

- You stole that?
- I figured he deserved it.

Want a piece?

Now you're my accomplice.

- Oh shit.
- What's wrong?

My poor grandma's
still waiting for me.

I'd call her, but she's deaf.
She never hears the phone.

Why don't you let me buy
the gas can and gas, okay?

- No way.
- Really, it's no big deal.

I'm going to.

Only if you take me
to an ATM so I can pay you back.

Okay.

An apple,
some sharp cheddar,

and a hunk of crusty bread.

And somehow,
it all tastes just a little bit better

when you cut it
with your grandfather's pocket knife.

Hm.

I've been thinking we should
invite Kyle over for dinner.

- Why?
- So he can meet my friend Becky,

who's quite adorable
in her own way and... quite single.

Ruth, what
are you doing?

I'm trying to
arrange a dinner.

I can make my vegetable lasagna.
You like that.

- And Becky said she...
- You're meddling.

I don't think
it's meddling

to simply introduce
two people.

When one of them
happens to be my son

who leaves boxes of shit
on our doorstep?

Oh yes,
that's meddling.

But don't you
want to help him?

I only agreed
to meet with him

because I wanted you
to see firsthand

what a mess he is.
If I'd had any idea...

Oh, Christ.

Look...

just leave it alone,
Ruth, okay?

You deal with your
messed-up children

and I'll deal
with mine.

I don't care
for that tone, George.

I'm very disappointed
in you, Ruth.

Very.

When you lose somebody
you love,

you truly have lost
a part of yourself.

Because you've shared
a lifetime with this person,

it's only natural
to have moments

when you're feeling
completely lost.

What if you haven't?

Well, if you
don't feel lost...

No, I didn't get to share
a lifetime with her.

Look, I'm sorry. I've been listening
to your stories and they're...

they're really upsetting to me,
because I don't have that.

I don't have
a lifetime of memories.

We were just
getting started.

Just working
things through.

And, uh...

well, now I have a...

I have a two-year-old
daughter who doesn't have a mother.

And so she, uh...

she has to get everything from me
because I'm all there is.

And I don't know...

I don't know
what to do with that.

Most of the time,
I just...

I just feel numb.

And then sometimes
I feel just...

just terrified.

Then sometimes,
I just feel so angry,

but then I don't want
to be this bitter guy,

so I try to deal with it
because I don't want my daughter

to have to live
with that poison.

I try and be
thankful.

I try so hard
to be thankful.

And I am, I'm thankful,
thankful I have a beautiful child

that Lisa gave me.

And some days,

some days I just feel
like I'm going crazy,

like I'm literally
losing my mind.

That's the fire alarm.

It's probably just
a false alarm,

but just to be safe,

we're gonna walk down
the hallway

and out into the parking lot.
Is everyone ready?

I've never heard that before.

Thanks for
the gas, man.

This is one incredibly
shitty day for me,

but you are like the coolest guy
I ever met, David.

Now we just gotta
hit that ATM.

They're usually
all over.

You want some water?

No thanks.

Are you gay?

Uh... yes.

I thought so.

- You look gay.
- Oh.

No, I mean you could be.

I was hoping you were gay.

I mean, I figure
you have a boyfriend.

You're too cute not to.

But what if I could
be your guy on the side,

who understands you

and loves you unconditionally

and pretty much lives
just to please you?

You want me to take
my pants off?

Hello?

Do you want
some water or not?

Oh. No, thanks,
I'm fine.

Dude, where'd you go?

I'm a little
preoccupied.

I'm having one
of those days too.

Well, hey,
say no more.

I smell smoke.

Does anyone else
smell smoke?

Okay, everyone,
false alarm.

We can all
go back in.

# It's my life #

# Don't you forget #

- # Caught in the trap... #
- So did you grow up in L. A?

Yeah, one of
the rare natives.

What about you?

I was born in
St. George, Bermuda.

Wow.

Not as exciting
as it sounds.

It was
the naval air station.

Your dad was
in the navy?

At first, and then he worked for a food
service company

- that supplied the navy.
- I used to fantasize about running away

and joining the navy.

Mostly I just pictured
myself walking down the gangway

in my sailor uniform,
like Gene Kelly in "On the Town."

Who?

- Never mind.
- The navy sucks.

When I was little,
as soon as I'd make friends,

my dad would
have to move.

So I was always
the new kid.

Yeah, I know
how that feels.

I was never
the new kid.

I was just
the odd kid.

I think there's
one in there.

- What?
- ATM?

Oh, cool.

# Don't you forget #

# Oh, it's my life #

# lt... #

Hey.

Okay, this is the deal.
We walk in there,

you get as much cash
as you can with your ATM card.

If you try anything,
I mean if you even breathe in a way

that I don't like,
I will shoot you in the spine.

Understand?

Not 300, 500.

I don't think you can
withdraw 500...

Yeah, you can,
do it.

I don't even have
500 in my account.

How much?

Maybe four.

Do four.

Let's go.

Nice try.

Oh wow, I really hit
you hard, didn't I?

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry, bro.

It just... it felt
so fucking good!

God, I didn't even know
I was gonna do that.

I just fucking...
I just did it!

Look, you got your money,
just leave me alone.

Aw, don't be angry, David.
Come on, get in the van.

- I'm not going anywhere with you.
- Oh, hey,

you're not gonna dump me
after our first fight, are you?

We're best friends forever.
Now get in the van

before I kick
your motherfucking ass.

Let's go, cowboy.

- Where?
- That way.

Hey.

Wipe your face.

Ahh.

Do you want me to take
you back to your car?

I don't have a car.

Where I picked you up.

That wasn't my car.
I don't have a car.

Where would
I get a car?

So...

where am I
taking you?

Well, it's definitely
party time.

There are these guys I know
in Long Beach that deal meth.

Have fun all tweak-end long,
you know?

Oh no no, we'll do it
old school tonight. MacArthur Park.

Head on down
to the crack gallery.

Jesus.

You can just
take the van...

No, I'm drinking.
You have to drive.

Friends don't let
friends drive drunk.

How do I get there?

Just head
towards downtown.

No, what are you doing?

I'm getting
on the freeway.

No, stay off
the fucking freeway!

Just go...
get on Alvarado.

- Okay, calm down!
- I don't like the freeway.

I had an accident
on the freeway.

My father was killed
right after we moved here.

- I'm sorry.
- On the way to a Dodger game.

We were just talking
then bam!

He plowed into the back
of this truck.

I'm really sorry.

When the car finally
stopped moving, he just...

wasn't there anymore.

What happened?

He went through
the windshield.

Pfft, he never wore
his seatbelt.

It was his little
"fuck you" to the world.

I lost my father
in a car accident too.

He was hit by a bus.

How old were you?

It was just
three years ago.

Oh, fuck you,
that's not the same!

I was 10 years old.

- Jesus, man, you fart?
- No.

Oh!

Yeah, you did!

Holy fucking Christ!

It was the body.

- What?
- The body, it's releasing gas.

- What the fuck is that?!
- I just said, it's a body.

I'm a funeral director. I was taking
it home when I picked you up.

Oh, fuck, fuck!
Get it out of here!

Stop the
fucking van!

Stop the fucking van!

Oh, Jesus,
it's a chick.

Hey, you wanna
fuck her?

I was kidding!

Oh shit, you should
see your face!

What do you want?

I to get her
the fuck out of my van.

Jesus, that is a person!
That's somebody's wife!

Well, if she was always
farting like that,

he must be happy
to be rid of her.

Oh God,
that is disgusting.

Let's go.

I said let's go!

Man, you got
any Lysol?

- I still smell her farts.
- No.

Pull in there.

Get in the back.

Lay down.

On your stomach.

What, you think we're
gonna make out, faggot?

Give me your hands.

- Is that too tight?
- Yes.

Tough shit. I don't want you
going anywhere.

I like you.

Oh, bitch.

That was so great.

Your fucking
cell phone!

You are so lame.

Oh my God!

You poor thing.

You thought you were
so fucking rescued.

All gone.

Cops go bye-bye.

Now say you're sorry
for running away from me.

Say you're fucking
sorry, pussy!

I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

God, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!

So...

are you really
a mortician?

A funeral director.

Man, that is so sick.

There's nothing sick about it.
What's sick was

leaving that woman in
the middle of the road like that.

Imagine the guy
who finds her.

"Whoa, what do
we got here?

A bag of gold?

Aaaggh!

It's some dead cunt!"

- Oh, c'mon, that's funny!
- It's not funny.

What if that was
someone you cared about?

- Like who?
- Like someone in your family.

Why are you
doing this to me?

How can you be this way?
Because your father died?

You idiot. I made all that up.
My father's not dead.

He's doing time somewhere
in Washington state.

Then why? Why are...

I need to understand how you
could do this to me, to anybody!

Don't you have any
fucking sympathy for me...

at all?

How can you be
so completely disconnected

from another
human being?

Jesus, David.

What fucking difference
does it make?

Let's just get high
and have some fun.

Man, look
at your face.

See, you could
use some crack.

You ever done it before?

No.

Shit, I haven't done crack
in a long time.

I think about it.

Sometimes I walk
by a car

right after the engine's
been turned off,

and it has that smell,
that crack smell.

Fuck,

this is gonna be great.

C'mon.

Let's go find us
a crack dealer.

- What you need?
- Him?

Too freaky.

There,
the little juggler.

What you want?

- A couple rocks. How much?
- 40 each.

40? Shit,
just give me one.

You bought the drugs
right out of his mouth?

Yeah, we're
close that way.

Hold on a second,
let me enjoy this.

Up up up,

up we go.

No, thank you.

- C'mon, it's good stuff.
- No.

Or I could put a hole
in your throat

and blow the smoke
in that way.

Okay.

There you go.
Hold it.

Hold it in.

Okay.

Oh.

- Nice, huh?
- Wow, yeah...

Oh, I am so fucking
loving life right now.

Oh my God.

I've never
felt like this.

How could I have
never felt like this?

- Can you drive?
- Shit, I can do anything.

Do you want
to have sex?

- Are you serious?
- Totally.

I need to suck dick, man.

- I need someone to fuck me.
- Okay.

Careful, I'm driving...

- Hey!
- Jesus!

Give me all your
fuckin' money, man,

before I beat your
fucking face in,

shit-faced
motherfuckers!

Hey!
You motherfuckers!

Whoa!

Will he come
after us?

No way.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

Hoo!

Hey!

Your windshield's busted.

I swear to God, you are
such a fucking hero.

Are you gonna
let me go now?

No... aw!
C'mon.

Now you're gonna go
and hurt my feelings?

Man, we're best friends
for life.

- You just said I saved your life.
- That was just talk.

That's what you do
with people like you,

you say nice things to them
so they feel better.

That guy would
have killed you!

Uh... I don't think so.

God damn it.
I gave you money, you got high,

there's nothing else
you want from me.

C'mon, Jake,
let's just end it.

No no no. We gotta
go to Long Beach.

- What?!
- I need some meth.

Well, there's definitely
some downsides to crack.

Okay, look,

just take me to Long Beach
and you're done.

Really?

Really.

- Do you even know where we are?
- Not exactly.

- Am I going in the right direction?
- I guess.

How will I know
when I get there?

If you hit the fucking ocean,
you've gone too far.

I just don't
know where I am!

It's a red house.
Like a barn red.

Should I start
looking?

Yeah, yeah, when we
get closer, yeah.

Hey, that's my dog.

- What?
- That's my fucking dog!

Wait, stop!

Stop!

Roll down
your window.

Hey, Charlie.
Hey, Charlie!

Here, boy.
Here, boy!

How can that
be your dog?

I used to live
around here.

Follow him!

Follow him!

- I think he's gone.
- Keep going.

Don't scare him,
just get close.

That's what
I'm doing.

Yeah, but don't
scare him.

- Now help me catch him.
- I don't want to!

I don't want
to shoot you.

Get out, and help me get my dog
and I will let you go.

What about
getting the meth?

Just help me get my dog
and I will let you go.

- Promise?
- I swear to fucking God.

- You're scaring him!
- He's gonna get away.

Charlie!

Here, boy,
I've got a cookie.

I've got a cookie
for you!

Don't lie to my dog!

Ooh.

I got him!
I got him.

Charlie, here, boy.

Hey, boy.
Hey, Charlie.

That's not my dog.

What?

That's not my dog,
let him go.

Of course
it's your dog.

I know my own dog, stupid!
Let him go!

Jesus, I ask you
for one thing

and you
can't even do that!

- Give me your wallet.
- What?

Give it.

So they can't identify
your body right away.

That's right, you fucking faggot,
you are so dead.

I'll help you. We'll keep looking.
I'll find your dog.

Jesus, he'd be like
30 years old now.

Fuck it.

I'm through
with you, man.

It's time to end this
once and for all.

No! No!

Oh, what, you're gonna
kill me with a rock?

Please...

So what'll it be?
You wanna go out in a blaze of glory,

or should I just
shoot you?

Please don't kill me.
Please please, don't kill me.

Please don't
kill me.

Suck it.

Put it
in your mouth.

Suck it.

That's right.

You are so
fucking pathetic.

- Close your eyes.
- No.

Close your fucking eyes
before I shoot them out.