Manic Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Manic Script




Go ahead and turn your head

a little bit.



I'm going

to clean this off.



And let me just take a look

at it a little bit closer here.



I'm sorry.



I'm going to put

a little bandage on that.



Does this hurt?



I'm fine.



- Got it?

- Yeah.



How you doing, Lyle?



I'm David Monroe.

I'm the staff psychologist here.






Did you get your ass kicked?



- No.

- No?



What's that?

Was it cigarettes?



You smoke out, huh?



Yeah. I've done that before.



- Angel dust?

- Never.



Speed? Methamphetamine?



- Crank? 'Shrooms?

- No, no, no.



So, were you high today?



- No.

- Didn't get high today?



Get up.



Fuck off!



You just pissed?



Kind of like

how you feel right now?



It's kind of coming off

of you in waves, Lyle.



Where's my mom?



OK. I'll be back in a second.



What the fuck is this?



Just stay cool

for a minute, Lyle, OK?



Let me explain. You committed

criminal assault today.



No, that's bullshit.



What were going to do right now

is take a trip to the unit.



Now, how you get there

is up to you.



- I'm not fucking crazy.

- I'm not saying that...



but you can walk

with Charlie...



- Mom, what the hell?

- Or they can carry you.



Mom, just tell them

I'm not crazy!



- That's the way it's gonna go.

- Mom!



- Guys...

- Mom!



Come on, just relax.

Come with us.



Come on, chief.



- Hey, fuck you!

- Take it easy!



- Take it easy!

- Hey, fuck you!



- Come on!

- Fuck off!



Mom, tell them I'm not crazy!






- Mom!

- Sorry, Lyle.



Don't fucking touch me!

Don't fucking touch me!






No! Get off me!



Get off me!



No problem.



Who are you?






Everything OK?



What is that?



It's a medicine pouch

my dad gave me...



to protect me from evil,

bad things.



How old are you?



Almost thirteen.



Why am I fucking shoeless?



We get them back

for recreation.



And so my mom said

we couldn't go downstairs...



and I said, you know,

"Why not? What's the problem?"



You know?

She said, "Oh, well...



"you know, young ladies

don't hang out on the streets...



"at  :   in the morning."



So, I was like, "Fuck that,"

you know? "I'm going outside."



And so I went to go outside,

and she grabbed me.



And I said, "I want

to get the fuck out of here."



And she went pfft!

And smacked me across the face.



And, you know, what,

just because she's my mom...



I'm not supposed

to hit her back?



So... you know, I turned around,

and I went crack.



And then, you know,

she threw me into the wall...



and I slammed my head

and fell on the floor.



And she was just like...



Is this the first time that you

and your mother had a fight...



where it became physical?



Yeah. That was the first time

she actually, like, hit me.



- And you hit back?

- And the last time.



- And the last time?

- Yeah.



Why do you say that?



Well, because I don't think

she expected me to hit her back.



You know?



I mean,

an eye for an eye, right?



I mean, if somebody hit you,

you'd hit them back, right?



I have. It hasn't always

solved the problem.



All right, but at that moment,

you're not thinking that.



That's what we're talking about,

though, is, in those moments...



how to, you know,

apply your brain.



I mean, that's why you're here

with us right now, right?



Does that sound like

anything that's happened...



with anybody else

at their house?



- It's happened with everybody.

- Yeah.



You got to stand up

for yourself.



- Parents included.

- Parents are the worst.



You know, I do one little thing

and the motherfucker gets mad.



Next thing I know, I'm in here

with you crazy motherfuckers.



You know what I'm saying?

It's bullshit.



I'll knock a motherfucker out.

I don't give a fuck.



Bitch, I swear to God.

Don't look at me like that.



- Why don't you lick me, dyke?

- You guys. Hey, Mike...



I don't want to hear that

out of your mouth again.



I don't care what

the excuse is, all right?



You all know we have

someone here new with us.



This is Lyle Jensen.

He's going to be here with us.



Just show him the ropes.



Let him know

how we do things here.



Show him your arm.



This is bad-ass.



That shit is nasty.



That's fucking sweet.



- You like it?

- It's fucking gross, yo.



OK, OK. Tracey...



you want to talk to us today?



- I'm Tracey.

- No shit, genius.



Shut the fuck up.

What is wrong with you, OK?



OK, who wants to level drop?



Go ahead, Tracey.



I'm working on my self-esteem.



Thank you, Tracey.



Lyle, you want to try it?



Why are you here?



You want to tell us

why you're here?



Lyle is working on

his anger management.



I heard Lyle got

in a fucked-up fight...



with a baseball bat

and, like, killed some kid.



- Hell, no.

- Yeah, I heard that, too.



That's bullshit. Look at him.



What you weigh,

about a buck twenty?



You had to get a baseball bat?

Did they take your lunch money?



Mike. You want

to talk about it, Lyle?



Big bad-ass fighting machine.



Do you know how close you are

to a level drop, Mike?



You've gotten one

already last week.



You want one this week, too?

Come on, Lyle.



I'll fucking kill you.



Come on. Come on, then.

Get the fuck up.



- Guys.

- Baby.



- Mike.

- All right.



OK. Maybe later.



Give it up.



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.



Go ahead.






That's what I thought.



I'm not crazy.



I'm not crazy. I'm...



Here, here, here.



- Traveling. Give it up.

- It went out.



Bullshit. Give me the ball,

you little faggot punk.



- Yo, dude, Mike, relax, dude.

- Are you calling me a liar?



- It hit the fence. It's out.

- Man, give me the fucking ball.



It went the fuck out.



All right,

let's go, little man.



Dudes, dudes, like techs

all over the place. Relax.



Come on.



Fucking relax.



Let's play. Come on.



OK, let's play.



Hey, be cool.



Break it up.



Hey, break it up,

break it up, break it up.



I'm gonna fucking

kill you, bitch!



What the fuck was that, huh?



You want to fight,

let's fucking fight!



- He started it!

- Come on! I don't care!



Fucking bitch shit, huh?

You fuck...



All right. Just chill. Goddamn.



Damn it!



He fucking started it, man.



I don't care who started

this shit, man.



Get up against the...



Get the fuck off!



- Relax.

- Get the fuck off!



Yeah, come in. It's open.



Hey, Lyle,

you mind sitting down?



Did you lock him up?



Yeah. We'll give him

a couple hours to cool off.



Are you going to lock me up?



I wasn't planning on it.



Michael's a big guy.



You're lucky the staff

showed up when they did.



He's a fucking pussy.



How'd you feel

during the fight?



I mean, you must've had

a pretty good rush.



Can I get out of here soon?



You got work to do, Lyle.



You don't think you chose

the actions that caused you...



to be in this room right now

sitting in front of me?



I didn't choose to be here.



You didn't choose to bash

that kid's head in...



with a baseball bat?



Yeah, you can give me the silent

treatment if you want to, and...



you know how to do it.

You're good at it.



I'm sure you've done it before,

and it's worked for you.



Sooner or later, you're going

to have to think about yourself.



There's not much else

to do here.



Lyle jumps up,

flies over to them...



and he's just, like,

boom! Boom! Boom!



Fucked him up, man.

Fucked him up.



Ladies and gentlemen...



the ultimate fighting champion

of the Northwood psycho ward.



That was bad-ass.



Did he bust you down?

Did he give you a drop?



Because I was totally

arguing your case.



Foosball anarchy!



What are you...









Get up.



Fuck off!



Get him off me!



Oh, shit!



Fuck! Let me go!



Dude, this one time, a girl

got put into isolation, right?



They juiced her up bad.



But when she woke up,

she was pissed...



and she started

kicking the door, right?



And they didn't even care

at first 'cause, like...



they didn't think

anything of it.



But she just kept kicking

the door and ramming into it...



and she knocked it

off the hinges, dude.






- It opened, dude.

- No way.



Yeah, dude,

she just ran out.



- Seriously?

- She knocked it off.



Is she, like,

Big Bertha or something?



Do you just cut yourself

for no reason?



No, there's always a reason.



It probably had to be

seventh grade.



I remember.

I was taking a shower.



And I tried O.D.'ing

before that.



I was taking a shower, you know,

just shaving, and I cut...



and I didn't stop.



I just let it keep going

up my leg.



And it was the most relief

I'd ever felt in my life...



and so I just kept cutting

since then.



On your thighs?



I have an anarchy sign

right there.



It looks like someone

branded your leg.



Get back in your room.



Honey, wake up.



Tracey, you're dreaming.



Come on.



OK, you can go.

I got her.



Get back to your room.



All right.



OK, there you go.



There you go.



It's OK to cry.



Mike, do we dare venture

into Mike world?



What's goin' on?



What's up? Why are you here?



Mainly 'cause my dad's a bitch.



What are you workin' on?



I get into fights.

I like to fight. You know?



I like to smoke.

I like to drink.



I smacked this fool

over the head with a bottle...



gave him six stitches.



You don't think you have

anything to work on?



No, other than getting rid

of my parents.



I friggin' have

the responsibility...



of a   -year-old, but my parents

still cram shit down my throat.






Like, they want to make

me do all these things...



that I shouldn't

be doing at sixteen...



paying bills and shit...



but they still treat me

like a sixteen-year-old...



"Be home at   :   at night."

I'm, like...









You want to talk?

Why are you here?



I did stuff

that I shouldn't have done.



Chester the molester.



Shut your big,

fat fucking mouth...



- Why don't you make me?

- I'll fucking make you.



Yeah? Go ahead. Why don't

you get on your knees...



and suck

my motherfuckin' balls?



Get up, motherfucker.

Come on, get up.



Sara, what are you doing?



Come on.

What are you, a pussy? Get up.



I'm not fucking scared.

Go ahead, bitch. Go ahead!



What you gonna do?



What are you,

so fucking tough...






I found out that even though

this kid was only fourteen...



he already tried

to kill himself twice.



That means that...



OK, you're so depressed,

you're gonna kill yourself.



It's, like, yeah,

we've all been there.



But then you actually do it.



Right? You try it... twice.

And you still fuck it up.



You're gonna realize

you're such a loser...



you can't even get it right

on the second try.



Fuck, man.

That's some fucked up shit.



I was happy for the kid

after I heard that shit.



Wake up.






It's Chad.

Tell me you're not naked.



Yeah. What?



Dude, you wanna go

play some ball?



Hey, can you

tell this fuck to get up?



He's fuckin' depressing me.



Nah, he's gonna

be there all day.



You're going, right?



- Yeah.

- Sweet.



Kenny, we're gonna

go play ball.



You want to play?






Get up.



Ken, get up!



All right.



I'm gonna count to three...



and if you don't get up...



I'm gonna kill you.



Don't think

I won't do it, either.









Did they tell you?



Did you write

these questions, Dave?



These questions were handed down

to me by Yoda, actually.






"How do you deal

with your anger?"



Well, obviously,

not very well.



That's why I'm here, but...



Is there anything that makes you

feel calm when you're angry?



Now it's painting...



that relaxes me.



That's good. That's productive.






"If I had a million dollars,

I would..."



Bitches and hos.



I'd buy myself

a big old fat house...



just throw a big-ass party

for me and all my homeboys.



Hope I can come.






"What do I like the best

about myself?"



I don't know.



"What's your favorite word,

and why?"



My favorite word is "why."



The word never ends.



That's what I like about it.



Like, my uncle told me that

I was gonna come back in here.



And I was just, like, "Why?"



And he would say, "Well,

because blah blah blah blah."



And I said, "Why?"

And he said...



"Well, because

this and this and that."



You know? It's just...

there's no answer.



I think it's a fun word.



Yeah, when used properly...



and I bet you get a lot

of mileage out of that.



It's always used properly.






Fuck you.






"Who is the most important

person in your life?"



I don't really think...



I've met that person yet.



But honestly, I think

it's just as well 'cause...



I mean, I almost hope that...



I almost hope that I never do

meet him 'cause if I do...



I know they'll just

fuck me over.






"What is your family like?"



My family is like people

who live in a hotel.



We don't know anything

about each other.



When we see each other,

we're cordial...



and we say hi,

but that's about it.






"What's the last dream

you can remember...



"and what do you think

it means?"



I was floating

in the ocean...



and it seemed like I'd been

shipwrecked or something...



but there was no other people.



And I couldn't move.



So, it was like

I was an inanimate object.



I was just floating...



with the swirls

of the ocean, and...



the ocean was filling in

the big cavity...



and I just went down with it.



Ended up in this mud slide...



and I just was, like...



part of this massive force.



Tracey, can I talk to you

for a second?






You're still not smoking,

are you?



All right. I'm just

checking on you, man...



because you said you quit.



You know I quit.



You got everything

in your head.



- Don't worry about it.

- I'm not worried about it, man.



- Oh, yeah? How's he doing?

- He's doing all right.



Everybody's angry nowadays.



You OK with this whole

roommate situation?



I mean, it doesn't freak

you out or anything?



It's pretty serious stuff,




He was in a youth ward

for a while...



and they had

to transfer him here.



Wandering hands,

you know what I'm saying?



Lyle? You up?






Do you like The Undertaker?



What, the wrestler?



He's the...



the scary one, right?

Like, the goth dude?



That's who he used to be.



Then he changed.



I think he's, like,

a Harley guy now.









How's everybody feeling today?



Anything I can do for you guys?



Damn. The whole fucking bottle?



Did you pass out?



No, I just started hooking up

with this guy I didn't know.



Open up.



Let's see, Chad.






I didn't even like him.



So, why did you fuck him

if you didn't like him?



Chad. Open your mouth, Chad.



That's a good job.



This place sucks ass.



It's, like,

ignorance is bliss...



and this place

is fucking Disneyland.



What do you listen to?



Slipknot, Korn.



I like some punk, though.



I like Minor Threat. Right?



I hate ravers.

I can never go to those things.



Man, they're all this tall

and have really big clothes on.



That's one of the best

fucking shows I've ever seen.



Zach was, like,

going off, man.



Were you in the pit?



Were you in there?



I've never seen a pit like that.



I saw people putting

mouth guards in...



before that show started.



I was just, like,

"Yeah, man, that's L.A.!"



You know?

Rage Against the Machine show.



You know what

I'm talking about, right?



Those big, huge pacifiers

they have around their neck.



They look like idiots. I swear.



That was, like,

the baddest ending.



Everybody was thinking they were

gonna do "Freedom" last.



And then they did

"New Years Day"...



and it was, like...



God, people were just

getting nuts, man.



Like that end part, right?



With the guitar, right?

And it's...



The place was just, like...



It was so fucking...



Dude, I'd be so fucking dead

without music.



Man, I miss getting high.



I would rather feel like

total shit sometimes...



and God the rest of the time...



than just, like, OK

all the time, you know?



Fuck mediocrity.



So, what, your parents

make you come here?



No, I don't live

with my parents.



My dad's gone, and my mom

has the same thing I do.



She's, like, fucked up,

manic-depressive, agoraphobic.






All right?



Yeah, go ahead.



Like, I live with

my uncle now...



Uncle Cole.



He's, like, this

fucking rich asshole.



He has all this money

and no kids...



so he thinks if he puts me

in here enough...



it'll fix whatever's broken...



'cause he doesn't want some

freak inheriting all his money.






You're inheriting

a bunch of money from him?



How much?

Like what, a million dollars?



Yeah, something like that.

I don't know.



I can't believe

you're fucking rich, man.



We could fucking

take that money...



and just get the fuck

out of here.



You're so fucking stoned.



No, I'm serious.



Just... you and me

just, like, go...



travel the world.

I don't know.



Just get the fuck

away from here...



and get away from, like...



my mom and your uncle, right?



Go to Europe, right?



Dude, you and me

could go to Europe.



We could go to fucking Paris...



and just fuck hookers

or something.



Go to Amsterdam.



Dude, you know how fucking cool

it'd be to live in Amsterdam?



Just wake up,

do whatever you want.



No one to tell you

any kind of bullshit.



It's, like...



This shit's legal there.

Did you know that?



You can just go to cafes

on the street and buy it.



Go there and, like...



and have, like,

a real life, you know?



Are you scared?






Then why not?



OK. Fine.



You mean, go live in Europe?



- Yeah.

- Fuck, yeah!






- Nothing.

- Dude...



why are you smiling like that?



Are you fucking Iying?



I turn eighteen next week,

you know?



I get a good chunk

of my trust fund.



Like, a hundred grand, dude.

No bullshit.



A hundred grand.



Don't fucking

tell anybody that.






Jesus. Put that in here.

We got to get out of here.



It's community music hour.



I hate that fucking song.



Shut the fuck up, bitch!



These just came.



Look at those. They're pretty.



She's not even here anymore.



Hey, Chad?



What's goin' on?



Did you take your meds today?



I definitely think that

Amsterdam is the way to go.



We can live there cheap,

stay there until we get bored...



and then move on, right?



Hey, I'm using that.



Do you like it?



Yeah, I do. Yeah.



They need a credit card.









The name on the card

is Cole Merritt.



What are you drawing?



It's this guy on a cross.



Is his name Jesus?






It's not Jesus. See? He's got

all that hair on his chest.



Jesus didn't have

any hair on his chest.



She makes me wear really big

clothes and sweaters and stuff.



It's so fucked up.



I mean,

she's your mother, right?



It's not a competition.



You know, Calabasas is full

of fucking JAPs...



and little daddy's girls.



I didn't exactly have

the debutante thing goin' on.



One day I saw her at McDonald's

with the nose job crew.






That was before I knew my place,

so I sat down.



My friend rolls her eyes,

and she says, "What?



"You actually think

you're good-looking?



"'Cause you walk around

like you're all hot...



"and you're really not."



Then the whole table

started to laugh.



And I cried

for about three days...



and then I fuckin' resurrect.

You know?



I just realized that everyone

I knew was fucking full of shit.



And that's when I started

doing whatever I wanted...



and not giving a flying fuck

what people thought.






So I don't really have

any friends.



I don't need any.



We're friends.






That's the stupidest thing

I've ever heard in my life.



Don't fucking call me stupid.



I didn't say

you were stupid, butch.



I said your opinion was stupid,

because it is.



Wolverine has got steel plates

in his bones...



So what?!



And Batman has just

a little fucking belt...



and a little fucking cape.



What the hell

is he gonna do with that?



Batman is so much smarter...



and so much more intelligent

a fighter...



Who gives a fuck?



He knows eight different

martial arts.



He's, like, a ninja.



- Batman is a fucking homo.

- Batman is not a homo!



Batman bangs the hottest chicks

in Gotham City left and right.



He's a player!



Superman could

take them all down.






You all need

to check your heads.



Shut up.



Hold it. I think that Lyle

brings up a good point.



Let's talk about this logically

for a second, OK?



Now, Batman is

an intelligent cat. No doubt.



And he is a damn good fighter.



I'll give you that.

But he's just human.



- Oh, my God.

- Wait a minute. Let me finish.



Now, Wolverine is a flat-out

animal when he fights...



and he's got the skills

to pay the bills.



He's got unbreakable

adamantium bones...



razor-sharp retractable

adamantium claws...



he's got mutant healing powers.

He's a bad-ass.



No doubt. He would kill Batman.

I'm sorry. Every time.



But, in a straight-up brawl,

Sara, toe to toe...



you know who's gonna

take home all the cookies...



if Superman's involved.



It's gonna be the big blue

boy scout every time.



No doubt. He would tear

Wolverine's head off...



he would tear

Batman's head off...



and use them

like ka-nick-ka-nacks.



These guys aren't even real.

What the fuck? God!



OK, OK. Well,

let's jump into reality, then.



You want to talk about reality?

Let's talk about real fights.



Yeah. Hell, yeah.



Oh, you like that?



- Yeah, dawg.

- Why?



I don't know. It's kinda

like fucking, you know?



It's just fun.



It's fun?

What's so fun about it?



I can't explain it, y'all.

You know, or you don't.



I guess that's fair enough.



What do you think

about fights, Lyle?



I think you're an expert

on the subject.



He's totally an expert.



Just ask that kid

from his school, man.



-    stitches, broken arm...

- Shut the fuck up, man.



Jaw's wired shut.

Might never see...



Hey! Shut the fuck up.



You want to talk about it?



There's nothing to say.



You certainly had something

to say on that day.



Don't you think

that's why you're here?



I don't know why I'm here.



You tell me,

'cause I feel fine.



Please. If you were fine,

you wouldn't be sitting here.



Why don't you just

tell us what happened...



so we can stop assuming?

I mean, what...



did you just freak out?

It's not a big deal.



I did that one time.

I took a hammer...



and I smashed all the windows

on the minivan.



No, I had a reason. I don't

just do shit for no reason.



What was your reason?



It's none of your

fucking business.



You know, I sure can't

make you tell me, Lyle...



but I would really

like to know...



what you think justifies

hurting someone...



to the point where

you almost kill them.



I'm just curious

how someone...



as seemingly

intelligent as you...



could hurt another

human being that bad...



and have no remorse

for it whatsoever.



He deserved it.



Well, I bet Chris Woods

would say it differently...



if his jaw wasn't wired shut.



What did he say?



He said something mean.



My dad beat me up a few times

when I was a kid.



And this guy Chris

knew about it.



He thought

it was really funny.



Now he doesn't think

it's so funny.



If you say you wouldn't

do the same thing...



you're fucking Iying.



Or just a pussy.



Do you remember your dad, Lyle?






How did you feel about him?

Did you love him?



He was my dad.



No feeling

one way or the other?



Just a genetic bond?



My mom never hits me.

She just is always saying...



really, really

horrible things to me.



It sounds kind of stupid

next to Lyle's, but...



if anyone said

anything about it...



I'd want to hurt them, too.



That's not stupid.



Go ahead.

Say more about that, Tracey.



She tells me how stupid I am,

how I'm a slut...



and she wishes I wasn't born.



Anyways, I kind of understand

what Lyle means.



It's really none of

anybody else's business.



I wasn't sure if that was a bird

or that crazy dude over there.



That guy is insane.



That's what they say

about all of us though.



What happens to you at night?



It's like I'm...



surrounded with...



badness, like in a war

or something.



In here?



It happens everywhere.



Did you get raped?



If you ever want someone

to kill him, I'll do it.






I'm scared of you sometimes.



Does that make sense?



Yeah, it makes a lot of sense.



I'm scared of myself sometimes.



This one time,

my mom and I were in a fight.



And we were just yelling

at each other, and, like...



she was standing

with her back...



to a cabinet in the kitchen.



And I just...



I kind of like

punched through it.



You know, beside her.



I didn't want to do that.



Then she started crying.



She said,

"You look just like him."



I'm not.



I'm not.



It's OK.



I'll never hurt you.



Then, boom... I'm just standing

right in front of myself...



except it's not totally me.



And I look down...



and I'm holding,

like, this bad-ass knife,



and it's all, like,

sharp and everything...



and clean.

I can, like, see myself in it.



And all of the sudden,

like, Chad   turns around...



and takes off running,

so I take off after him.



And then I get him,

and I fucking jump on him...



and I pounce on his ass, and

I get him down on the ground.



And now he's got a knife, too,

so I'm just like...



And there's fucking blood

all over the place.



And he smiles at me.



And all the blood

goes back in his body...



and all the stab wounds,

like, all close up and shit.



He gives me a second

to catch my breath...



takes off running again,

so I go after him again...



stab him, like,     times.



The cuts all close up,

blood all goes away.



I just know it's going

to go on forever.



That's it.



What do you guys

think it means?



I think it means Chad needs

to be on   -hour watch.



It means your shit

is fucked up, yo.



No, that's not what it means.



What does it mean, Lyle?



It means nothing changes.



Lyle, things change

all the time.



Yeah. When you have a problem,

you fix it.



Then you get another problem.

You fix that.



Then another problem.

You fix that.



It's like this place,

you know what I'm saying?



You get out, you come back.

You get out, you come back.



It's true. The same shit just

keeps happening over and over...



and then we die.

That's just the way it is.



Is that the consensus?



OK, look, let's cut to it.



I want each of you to tell me

something right now...



that gives your life meaning.



Something that excites you,

that turns you on...



that you find value in.

Anything but drugs...



I don't want to hear

any drug stories.



Anybody can jump in.



Sara, please help me out.

I'm dying over here.






Doing whatever you want and not

giving a fuck what people think.






I play Playstation.



Any particular game you like?



I like "Resident Evil  ."



Anything where you can use

your imagination, right?



That could give

your life meaning.



Just keeping it real,

you know what I'm saying?



Looking out for my boys...



and fucking up punks

who get in the way.



So, friendship, camaraderie.






Or love.



Love? Thank you, Tracey.



Boom. OK?



Love. That's very important.



- Sex is meaningful.

- You've had sex?



What about you, Lyle?



What gives your life meaning?



I don't know.



So, what kind of progress do

you feel you've made since you...



Come on, man, give me a break.



You know I got to ask this.



I've learned how to jerk off

with little or no privacy.



So, Sara,

what kind of progress...



do you feel you've made

since you've been here?



Fine progress.



Big Mike.



- My nigga.

- What's going on?



So, what kind of progress

do you think you've made...



since you've been here, buddy?



Just bangin', yo.



You're going to turn eighteen

in a couple days.



That means you're going to be

responsible for yourself...



more or less.



- How do you feel about that?

- Great.



Is this what you think

being black is, Michael?



Wearing baggy clothes and

talking a lot of shit...



fucking up?



Can I get out of here

this week or what?



You getting along

with Lyle OK?



So, what kind of progress

do you think you've made...



since you've been here, Lyle?



Well, I'm recommending

that you go home Friday.






So, what kind of progress

do you think you've made...



since you've been here?



None whatsoever.



So, what, you think

you're the only one...



who's ever been

fucking depressed?



Look, this is freedom.



See these birds?



They're flying away.



I mean, look at the color.



How can you call it suicidal?



Because he killed himself

right after he painted it.



You have no idea

of the kind of color...



that can come out

of depression.



All the great artists

are fucked up.






Look at the birds.



Look at the sky.

Look at the yellows.



This painting, it has borders.



It ends here, here,

here, and here.



All paintings are like that.



So what?



You're just seeing what

you wanna see, and that's it.



That road is going nowhere.






Yeah. What's up?



Does your dad buy you

a lot of things?



My dad's dead.



Do you have a stepdad?






My stepdad's coming tomorrow.



Oh, yeah?



Is he cool?



He buys me stuff sometimes.



I'm getting Playstation  .



Cool, cool.



My dad...



Well, I broke my arm

pretty badly...



and I had to go to the hospital

for a few days.



He came and picked me up.






he drove me right to the bike

store and got me a bike.



What kind of bike was it?



It was a Mongoose BMX.



It was a cool bike.



There was this one day I got

on it and just kept going...



riding on it

till I got to the beach.



The bike had this squeak

in the chain...



that was really annoying.



I was just listening to

the squeak the whole trip.



When I got to the beach...



I was just cruising along,

like, looking at the ocean.



The squeak...



it kept getting louder.



And I just got off the bike...



and I smashed it

into a street lamp.



Broke the shit out of it.






Have a seat.



As you know,

this meeting today...



is so that

your stepdad can see...



what kind of progress

you've been making...



and see how close you are

to actually going home.



You do wanna go home,

don't you, pal?



You know, your mother and I

have been thinking.



We'd like to take you

up to Pine Bluff...



maybe do a little waterskiing.



Can I wake board?






OK, I'm gonna

leave you two alone.



Kenny, I'll be right outside

the door if you need anything.









What's going on?



You wanna tell me something?



Is there something

you wanna say to your stepdad...



while I'm still in the room?



Can I talk to you outside

in the hallway for a moment?



I spent a lot of fucking

money on this place.



Mr. Jenkins, please.



I think it would be best

if we talk outside.



I would at least like to be able

to talk to my son.



I appreciate that...



and I would like for that

to happen as well...



but this may not be

the proper time for...



- What do you people do here?

- Mr. Jenkins...



Look at him. Is this

what you call mental health?



- I've took him out of a bad...

- Mr. Jenkins!



I believe

I've made a mistake...



so let's do this

at another time.



Would you please

accompany me to my office?






It's just not the day for it.



Sorry, Dad.



Mr. Jenkins.



Mr. Jenkins!

Mr. Jenkins!



- Mr. Jenkins!

- Let go!



Get off of him! Come here!



Get off me...

get out of here!



Go on, get out of here

right now!



Get out of here right now.

Get off the premises.



Get off the premises right now!






He's gone, OK, Kenny?

He's gone.






I'm really sorry.



What are you sorry for?



Just, like,

about Kenny and all.




Why are you sorry about that?



Are you his dad?



Did you rape him?



- I'm just sorry.

- That's a stupid thing to say.



Sorry doesn't mean anything.



You think sorry

means anything at all?



You think it does anything?



Are you that fucking stupid,

you think sorry does anything?






Maybe if you got

some fucking sleep at night...



instead of screaming...



you'd realize that everything

is just fucked...



and sorry doesn't mean anything!

Sorry doesn't mean shit!



It doesn't mean fucking shit!

What do you think about that?



Answer me! I said,

what do you think about that?



I said what the fuck do you

think about that? Answer me!



Well, you all know

what happened with Kenny.



You probably have

some strong opinions...



emotions about it, so...



as always, this is

the place to air them.



How the hell are we supposed

to trust you guys...



when shit like this happens?



That's a valid question.



All I can say

is that sometimes...



things happen

that are beyond our control.



So, where is he?



He's in another wing

of the hospital.



He's being taken care of.



You didn't have

to let his dad in.



Well, it obviously went about

as badly as it could've gone.



No shit.



Just shut up, Lyle.

It's not his fault.



It's OK. Lyle can be upset.

It's all right.



Kenny's a sweet guy. It hurts.



He never hurt anybody.



Nigga, please. He used to fuck

around with little kids, yo.



That's just payback,

you know what I'm saying?



No, Lyle, no! Wait a minute!



No! Stop! No! Mike! Mike!



- Let go. I got him.

- No, no. Sit down. Sit down!



Sit down right now, Lyle!



OK. Do you feel better now?

Did you fix Kenny now?



Is Kenny all better now?



How about you,

you all better now?



Do you think you're the only

one who gets pissed off...



and wants to fucking rage?

I can break shit.



I can scream

like a motherfucker!



All day long!



Now what?



Kenny's still fucked up,

and I'm still miserable.



I guess I gotta

break some more shit.



Get up, Lyle.

Get up right now, Lyle. Get up!






Didn't work.

I'm still pissed off.



Maybe I need to fuck

something else up now, huh?



Maybe I need to punch somebody

in the fucking face!



Is that the solution?



No, that ain't

the solution, man.



So what do I do?



I just get on

with my fucking life...



and I try to make

something of it.



Why are you here, man?



Why are you alive?



Do you want to be alive?



Life is a struggle, Lyle.

That's it.



It's a struggle.

That's the way it fucking is.



Can you handle that?



Can you handle that, Lyle?



I'm gonna be in my office.



You guys sit here

and figure out why you're here.



Who wants some?



There's one player.



Aw, yeah.



That's a good block.



Oh, good pass!



Good pass.



It don't get

no sweeter than that.



Yeah, Mike.



It was on the way down.



All right, first of ten,

by one. Peace.



Since y'all like to bang bodies.



No fouls.



Time, time, time...



Go ahead, man.

Work it out.



Yo, Braveheart, can we play?



Play. Play the game.



Shit. What? Man. Good job.






I got Lyle, you got Chad.

Let's do this.



That's not legal.



What the fuck's

wrong with you, man?



What the fuck's

wrong with you?



Give me some!



Great game, tough guy.



Sorry about that.



It's all right.



It was a good day

today, huh? Fun?



I had fun.



Sorry I freaked out on you, man.

That wasn't cool.



It's fine.



So, you still think you're ready

to walk out of here at any time?






Well, what was that

in group today?



You're so full of shit.

You wanted to hit him, too.



That's totally

irrelevant, Lyle.



Everybody wanted to smack him

upside the head, but you did it.



He deserved it.



No. Fuck that, man. Come on.



The way your dad treated you,

did you deserve that?



That was different.



'Cause the people

that you beat deserve it?



Lyle, what about you?



You burn yourself

with cigarettes.



You cut yourself.



You slam your head into walls.



We both know

you don't deserve that, man.



Lyle, wherever you're going,

you are still gonna be there.



Then what?



What am I supposed to do?



Come sit down.






Lyle, I'm not gonna give you

some hokey bullshit speech...



and tell you that if you come to

some epiphany about your dad...



you're gonna make

a breakthrough...



and everything's gonna be

pizzas and blow jobs.



Because the fact

of the matter is...



it's quite possible that

you're gonna have this rage...



within you somewhere

until you die, man.



Either you're gonna learn

how to live with it...



or you're just gonna go on

like you've been doing...



until you kill yourself

or kill somebody else...



maybe somebody

that you care about.



It'd be like couples that got,

you know, hooked up...



and they've been together.



No techs, no nurses or anything

in the whole place...



and so all the kids

are going crazy...



and all the little couples

are sitting there making out...



while they have the chance

and everything...



'cause there's

no one around watching.



At Vista, they had,

like, little sensors...



they put in the halls,

so if you opened your door...



it went, like...



and you couldn't

get out of the room.



When I was at Vista,

this girl...



her friends snuck in a lighter,

and, at  :   in the morning...



she went by one of the doors,

and she lit the match.



And the fire escape went off,

and the doors unlocked...



and she got out.



Chad, do you remember

how you were feeling...



when your uncle admitted you

in the hospital?



I do.



And I don't wanna see you going

through that same thing again.



Tegretol or Depakote?



Same program. Tegretol.



Just give me pills, right?



And that'll just

take care of everything...



and just solve

all my problems...



and all the problems

of the world.



Give everybody pills.



We can all fucking be

the exact same person.



This is

a treatable disorder, OK?



But not if

you don't want it to be.



Come on.



It's not up to debate.

You're taking your meds.



That's it.



All right.



Blow them out.

Make a wish, man.



What about that one?



You gonna blow that one out?



It's still lit.

Go on and try it again.



- Happy birthday.

- Happy birthday, Chad.



Happy birthday.



Here you go, man.



Happy birthday.



Happy birthday.



Tracey, you gotta

let her go, honey.



You got my number, right?



- Yeah.

- OK.



Take care of yourself.









It's OK, Tracey.



You'll be OK.






Happy birthday.



You all right, man?



Yeah, man.



Thirteen blackbirds

baked in a pie



Baked in a pie,

baked in a pie



So, we're still cool, right?



You and me?



What do you mean?

Are you talking about the trip?



'Cause the thing is,

dude, like...



who gives a fuck

about Amsterdam, you know?



What are you talking about?



I mean, do you think

that's gonna change anything?



Do you really think that's gonna

make things any different?



I mean, what are you

gonna be doing?



You're gonna be

breathing different air?



You're gonna be

eating different food?



Of course there's a difference.



Here you wake up

in a fucking bullshit place.



You can't go anywhere.



You're trapped here.



This is fucking hell, man.



So what, then,

you're gonna go over there...



and then everything

is gonna be cool?



Even if you are as happy

as you could possibly be...



pretty soon you gotta

let go of it all...



because that's just

what happens.






Come on.



Why don't you just go, man?



It's a gift, man. Just go.



Thirteen blackbirds

baked in a pie



We're going, you and me.

You and me are going.






guess what?



I ain't getting released

this week.



You want to know why?



Because you suck cock.



Think you're pretty

fucking funny, don't you?



You and Chad, you think

you're pretty fucking funny.



I ain't getting released

because of your punk ass.



If we were outside,

I'd just bust a cap in your ass.






But now I'm stuck in here

for another week.



Nigga, I should

kill you right now!



Do it.



Come on.



Just you and me, yo.



No little faggot friends

to help you, huh?



Suck that.



Hey, where you going?



Come on.

It's just me and me in here.



That's what I thought. Pussy.



What are you doing?






No, this.

What are you doing with this?



Don't touch me.



Cut this shit out, man.

You're gonna blow everything.



Blow what?



I'm gonna be dead in    years,

and so are you.



That's stupid, man.



You're getting

out of here tomorrow.



You're getting

out of here tomorrow...



and you're gonna

fuck everything up now?






That's fine, but you know that

it doesn't have to be that way.






I'm sorry.



It's your choice.



Fuck you, then.



Chad's all fucked up.

He's cutting on his arm.



Oh, my God.



Hey, buddy.



How we feeling today, huh?



It looks like you're

having a bummer of a day.



I'd hate for you

to leave us like that, man.






Anything I can do for you?



You can admit that you hate us.



Maybe you need

a little time alone, Chad.






Jesus Christ!



Get J.C. right now!



Get the fuck off!



Charlie, Charlie!

Come on, go outside!



Go outside!

Get out of here!



Go! Charlie, go!

Get out of here!



Get the fuck off me!






You don't wanna do this.



- Chad.

- Fuck!






How we doing today, Charlie?



You seem to be having

a down day.



Chad, don't...






Chad, look at me.



Don't do that, OK?



What's going on?



Chad, talk to me.



What's going on?



Chad, wait a minute.

Chad, Chad.



Chad... don't.









Oh, God.



Oh, shit.



Charlie, hold on.



Oh, shit.



Tracey, wake up.



It's just me.



OK, I'm sorry.



Are you cold?



A little bit.



Did you see it?



Fucking Chad.



There's ten...

and I'm out.



What you got in your hand?



That's the game.



Let's go again, man.



You plan on going home tonight?



You know,

if I get in that car...



I'm not gonna stop

until I run out of gas, man.



He almost cut

his head off, man.



On my watch.



It was my watch, too.



Well, we fucked up today.



That kid wasn't taking

his medication.



Did we know that?



It wasn't your fault.



You're good at this job, man.



What's up?



How you been?



Wake up.



I can't stay long.



I just wanted to

stop by and say hey...



see how you're doing.



So I'm gonna take off.



I'm going to Europe...






It should be

pretty cool, right?









Dude, I know you can hear me.



I can tell.

I can tell you can hear me.



All right.



I'm going to count

to three, OK?



And if you don't say

something to me...



by the time I get to three...



I'm going to kill you.









two and a half...



I brought you something.



Come on, dude, I know

you were looking for this.



I'm sorry.



I'll see you again, OK?



Hey, have you seen Tracey?



Naw, dog.



You rape that

screaming ass bitch yet?



You know she wants some.



I was just looking for you.



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