("Big Ego" by Fat Tony and Taydex playing)
♪ 'Ey, oh, what up, Tony? ♪
♪ Long time, no see ♪
♪ Aw, you talking that shit again? ♪
♪ Every time ♪ (laughs)
♪ You know I fuck with you ♪
-♪ But what up? ♪ -♪ Goddamn ♪
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
♪ Young, Black and free, I don't need to sing in key ♪
♪ I don't need to be on beat ♪
♪ If you come to my house, don't you pee on the seat ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm loud and I'm proud, and I'm 'bout what I'm 'bout ♪
♪ Give a fuck what you think ♪
♪ I was down in the dirt, and my clothes... ♪
(laughter)
Don't do that. Don't do that. Don't do that.
What's-what's wrong? What's the matter?
She like your big head.
She's craving that BBC.
Or small BC. I don't fucking know.
-I ain't seen your dick. -Okay.
We are graduating in two months.
-Mm-hmm. -And what-what am I gonna do,
just start something so we can break up?
I don't want to do that.
Mm, I'm sure you could just fuck, Le.
Look, we only gonna be living
30 minutes away from here next year.
Campus ain't gonna be that far.
You can just fuck. You can just fuck.
♪ I don't want to see you gone ♪
-♪ But I know you know ♪ -(cell phone chimes)
♪ You got such a big ego... ♪
-You bitch! -Whoa, whoa.
-Not-not you. Not you. -No, oh, I'm-I'm so...
-I'm so sorry. -No, not you. He did not...
-I am so sorry. -What are you doing?
No, fucking Victor gave away our passes.
-Hey, look. -Fucking dingleberry.
You called him a what?
-A dingleberry. -Okay, calm-calm...
Dingle up your asshole, because he ain't worth shit.
Okay, calm... calm down, calm down.
Look, you'll be able... we'll figure it out.
Come on, let's just go.
-It's not the end of the world. It's okay. -Shit.
-SEAN: For you, it's not. -KUNLE: We're okay.
Hi, class. Sorry I'm late.
(sighs) Whew, goodness.
Okay, so if you've done the reading--
which you should have--
you'd have noticed that there's a big old trigger warning
next to the syllabus on today's class.
And I know that we're inches away from spring break,
but if you could just maintain your focus and respectability
till the end of the day, I'll be most appreciative.
Okay, so we good to go?
-I found some extra tickets to Blackout. -Really?
PROFESSOR CLARKE: So we've been talking about
the power of language,
and today we're going to be talking about hate speech.
Now, before I go any further,
I just feel like I need to restate
the trigger warning, so are we good?
-(whispers): That's cute. -Stop.
CLARKE: Yeah, okay, so let's talk about the infamous...
...N-word.
The word "nigger" has had a very long and terrible history.
It occupies a unique space in the modern American vernacular.
The word's so taboo that it's clearly making a lot of you
feel uncomfortable with me just saying it right here right now
in a very isolated academic context.
Now, my question is to you lot:
What makes this word so powerful?
Anybody.
Yes.
I mean, because it's racist.
CLARKE: I think we could all agree it is racist, yes.
But there are many racist, offensive words.
What makes "nigger" different?
It originates from the Spanish...
Hey. Is that shit even allowed?
It's on the syllabus.
Um, there-there was a... a trigger warning.
Trigger warning, these nuts.
-That shit is not right. -CLARKE: And then, of course,
with an "A" at the end, we've got "nigga."
Bro, she keeps fucking saying it.
-KUNLE: Okay. -SEAN: She just said "nigga" three times.
KUNLE: But, uh, okay.
Well, what do you want me to do about it?
-Ask her. Inquire about it. -I-m-I'm not asking her.
-Ask her, Kunle. -I'm not gonna ask her.
You don't want to ask. Ask her.
She can't answer this question?
She's British.
May-Maybe she just doesn't know.
Give a fuck if she British, boy?
Ask her, why is she teaching a class
on some shit she don't know shit about?
I, um, don't want to put you two
on the spot or anything, but...
you must have something to say.
Please. This is a safe space.
What do you think it is that keeps this word so powerful?
(bell chiming)
KUNLE: Look, it was...
Sean, if it bothered you so much,
you could have said something.
You could have said anything. You didn't say a word.
You just... you just sat there.
Yeah, in silent protest.
-Okay, silent protest. -BIANCA: Kunle?
Oh, shit. Okay, okay, um... act cool.
-Do I have anything in my nose? I'm okay? -BIANCA: Kunle.
-Hey. Guys. -Just be cool. Be cool, Sean. Be cool.
-Hi. -Hey.
That was... ooh.
W-Weird.
Fucked-up is what it was.
-BIANCA: She should not have put you guys on the spot like that. -No.
I'm on the Student Senate, if you guys want to, like,
start a movement or something.
-Uh... -But it's totally up to you.
Like, no pressure.
Yeah, no, no, no. No, pressure. We, um...
-We will think about it. -BIANCA: Cool.
-(Bianca laughs) -(chuckling): Yeah, uh...
So, uh, you...
So, you going out tonight, B?
Uh, for once, I am.
-Mm. -Yeah, got a pass to Underground.
-KUNLE: Nice. Nice. -SEAN: Oh, shit.
Nice. That's really good.
BIANCA: Yeah. Are-are you guys?
Yeah. Yeah, we're just gonna go to a couple parties and...
BIANCA: Cool.
Seven parties, actually.
Are you guys doing a Legendary Tour?
-Mm-hmm. -BIANCA: Wow, wow, wow.
(laughs) It took me three weeks of ass kissing
just to get into one.
-KUNLE: Oof. -Lot of butt.
BIANCA: So... lot of butt.
-Oh, God. (chuckles) -Lot of butt.
Good thing you didn't get pink eye.
(Kunle laughs)
-(chuckles) -From all the ass kissing.
Yeah, it's not really... it's not really about
the, uh... the-the parties, though.
It's just this inside joke that-that we've had
-since freshman year. -Oh.
We actually are gonna be the first Black men
to complete a Legendary Tour here at Buchanan.
-Right. -Is that...
like, something that people keep track of?
-Well, yeah. Yeah. -Yeah.
SEAN: See, the Black Student Union,
right, they got this thing called the Hall of Firsts.
-(trumpet playing) -You get a fancy plaque
any time that you are the first Black person to do something
-here at Buchanan. -KUNLE: Mm-hmm.
Like First Black Newspaper Editor.
SEAN: First Black Student Government President.
Also, they do things for stuff that's not due to academics,
like First Black Man to Step Foot in Omicron,
or first Black woman
to ever even make it into the Hall of Firsts.
We're gonna make history today,
being the first Black men to complete a Legendary Tour.
-Right. -We're actually going to get
-our Blackout passes right now. -KUNLE: Right.
-Cool. Text me. -I'll te... I'll text you.
-Okay. -Bye.
Bye.
(sighs)
She wants your dick, bro.
No, she's just being nice.
Yeah, she is being nice-- to your dick.
("Act Up" by Terry Presume playing)
KUNLE: Wait, okay, on-on the other hand,
it's a class about blasphemy and taboos.
Like, it's literally called Blasphemy and Taboos.
-Mm-hmm. -If we got her fired,
would that be censorship?
'Cause I'm against censorship.
That was some willy-nilly-ass shit.
Like, she didn't have to say it.
She just wanted to. She wanted a reaction.
Whoa, wait, wait, wait.
Okay, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
But that was kind of the point, right?
To analyze us.
She wants to analyze why we reacted that way.
Like, why is it so bad?
Think about this. So, there's a white man.
He's in the woods alone, all right?
He says the N-word. Is it bad?
Wait, your white man goes to the forest
-just to say the N-word? -Well, no, no. He's never...
He... Okay, think about it. He's never said it before.
-Uh-huh. -He will never say it again.
And he doesn't hate us. He's not, like, that type.
He just wants to just whisper it quietly to himself.
You, just, you know...
(whispers): "Nigger."
(laughs) It's fucked-up, dummy.
-What? -What? That's fucked...
You're such an Oreo, trying to justify it.
I'm not... (groans) I'm not a...
-Okay, think about this... -Look, look, look. Look, calm down.
You're thinking about it too much, all right?
It's not that complicated.
We got one rule that we ask for white people to respect.
-Mm-hmm. -Thou shalt not say this one word.
-Right? -Right.
But they don't like for us to tell them what to do.
So they find loopholes.
So when your white man says "nigger" in the forest,
he breaketh the covenant, all right?
It's not, like, evil-evil,
like, you know, "rawr,"
but it's disrespectful.
-Right. -Anybody ever called you a nigger?
You call me "nigga" all the time.
-No, nigga, not like that. I mean, like... -(laughing)
To your fucking face.
Yeah, I don't know, like, online,
people say the word, like...
No, not-not online.
Like, disrespectful, right here to your face.
No.
Oh, well, fuck it.
♪ I'm already doing too much ♪
♪ Reach down in my pocket, my wallet missing, boy, tighten up... ♪
KUNLE: I just can't go too hard tonight.
I have to be back here really early in the morning
to check my cultures.
You sound like a young mom, Le.
(Kunle laughs)
Them like your little fungus babies.
(Nigerian accent): They are the bacteria.
And yes, they are my little babies.
(smacks lips) Mm-hmm.
Yeah, who's gonna get Daddy published?
(high-pitched voice): Hmm? Who? We are.
Yes, you are.
(normal voice): What?
You think maybe you should, I don't know,
work on your thesis this week?
'Cause your paper will not write itself.
-Hey, look, it's a break. -I'm just saying.
-It's a break, Kunle. -I'm just saying.
Spring break. "Break."
That's what it means, all right?
I got like three weeks till it's due anyway, so...
I'm good.
KUNLE: Okay, but...
Yeah, I'm doing it. No, I'm saying it. Look.
Three weeks is nothing.
If we can't get into all seven parties,
it's not the end of the world,
but it will be the end of the world
if you do not graduate.
Okay, do not downplay what the fuck
we doing tonight, all right?
We are making history.
-Get your priorities straight, Kunle. -(cell phone chimes) -My pri...
-Okay. All right, all right. -Get your priorities straight.
All right.
What is this?
(groans)
Oh, Jesus.
-Wh-What is this? -It's death punch.
We got to get a buzz, bitch. We on a schedule, all right?
I'm gonna be back. Hurry up with all this shit.
And finish that little bottle.
-"Little bottle"? -Finish it!
There's, like, a whole lot in here.
I am not drinking that.
(muttering quietly)
LEO: Here you are, bruh.
Yes, yes. Thank you. I really fucking owe you one.
Yeah, yeah, of course you do. You actually got lucky.
I was about to give those to a cute freshman chick.
Oh, my bad.
Bruh, we were getting attached, and then she want to say,
"Oh, look, I got a boyfriend."
And it's just, are you serious?
Like, I'm getting emotional. I'm an emotional person.
But, I mean, I don't care at this point
because I can just do my own thing
until, you know, she's done with her man,
-SEAN: Mm-hmm. Word, word. -LEO: but your future ex.
-All right, I'll see you tonight. -Yeah, yeah, but...
-Yeah, so... Yeah. (stammers) -Thank you again.
SEAN: Hey, Asa. Asa, hey.
Wait, where you gonna be tonight?
-Equinox and Underground. -Yeah?
Okay, well, me and Kunle, too.
We're finally gonna finish our Legendary Tour, thanks.
-Mm, for real? -Mm-hmm.
Sounds intense and possibly ill-advised.
Well, "intense and possibly ill-advised"
is the tagline for our night, so that works for me.
Well, as your friend, I just want to say for the record
maybe you should take it easy.
I can't, because we're making history, but...
No, I'm serious, though.
(mutters, chuckles) You don't... You didn't have to do all that.
Look, you're gonna do what you're gonna do.
Just don't be dragging Kunle into some bullshit.
That boy is Black excellence,
and there's still hope for him.
Bye, Sean.
MAMA: Your anti sent you a package.
Did you get it?
KUNLE: Oh, oh, I, uh... I-I haven't been home yet.
MAMA (over phone): Remember to call her and say thank you.
I told her you got into Princeton
and you'll be doing your PhD there.
Now she is telling everyone you're going to be a doctor.
(laughs) I didn't have the heart to tell her
-it's not that kind of doctor. -Ah. (chuckles)
Well, uh, technically, I still will be a doctor,
just not of medicine.
It's not too late to go to med school.
-Mama. Mama. -You would be a wonderful cardiologist.
-(door bangs open) -SEAN: Boom, bitch!
(laughs loudly, grunts)
-You ready to fucking party? -(door bangs shut)
-MAMA: Party? -Oh.
Kunle, what party?
-Oh, shit. -KUNLE: No, it's not a party.
No, it's not a party. It's just Sean and I
hanging out with some friends tonight.
MAMA: Why are you going to a party?
You should be working on your thesis.
KUNLE: I'm-I'm working on it.
I am literally in the lab working on it right-right now.
MAMA: I don't like that Sean boy.
He is a bad influence.
Undisciplined.
On his Instagram, he's always vaping.
Tell him that vaping is bad for his health.
You don't vape, do you?
No. It's bad for you.
MAMA: Oh, I have a patient.
I have to go. Remember to call Anti.
Okay. Okay. Bye, Mom.
Eh-huh.
Sean! My mom told me to tell you
that vaping is bad for you,
so please block her on Instagram.
-SEAN (snickers): No. -(laughs)
I'm actually fucking scared of your mama.
I feel like she'll call me
and make me unblock her if I did.
Now, come here. Let me show you this.
What is it?
("Topdown" by Channel Tres playing)
♪ Y'all know ♪
♪ I'm a Gemini, a different-ass nigga ♪
♪ I just be on my shit... ♪
Okay, this is a lot.
I know it is, but pay attention to what I'm about to say.
Our Legendary Tour.
Look, we're gonna start at Blackout,
and then we're gonna head east, all right?
Now, Blackout...
♪ ♪
♪ Bet you ain't never heard shit like this ♪
♪ From the block before ♪
-♪ Top down ♪ -♪ Top down ♪
-♪ Rollin' with the top down... ♪ -♪ Top down ♪
SEAN: This is essential.
Gonna have an ice luge,
so we need to make sure that we get there early
before it gets all gross and shit.
I don't like backwash.
-♪ Top down ♪ -♪ Top down... ♪
Play two rounds of beer pong,
and then we head our beautiful asses over to the Green Room.
(echoes): ♪ Channel. ♪
("Egyptian Luvr" by Rejjie Snow featuring Aminé & Dana Williams playing)
The Green Room, we don't use front doors.
We go at the side door.
Give 'em the password, get escorted upstairs,
have a great fucking time.
♪ Just let go of sorrow like there's no tomorrow ♪
♪ 'Cause tonight might be your last ♪
♪ So stay up till sunrise... ♪
SEAN: At the Green Room,
you do not eat any of the baked snacks, all right?
Unless you want to be high out your motherfucking mind.
Trust me, I would know.
♪ The past, the past, the past, the past ♪
♪ Leave it in the past... ♪
Now, steps three through five, we have to get through quick.
Zeta Eta Theta.
I know it's lame, but we got to do it.
Omicron Phi Kappa.
They're ABC.
It means "anything but clothes."
It could get interesting.
From there, we go for a little refill stop at Tri-Phi, right?
All energy drinks is what we need
to then make it to number six:
Equinox.
("Girl" by The Internet featuring Kaytranada playing)
Asa's gonna be there.
♪ Girl ♪
♪ If they don't know your worth... ♪
KUNLE: Wait.
You guys are talking again?
Yep.
Like-like friends talking, or are you, like...
We'll see.
And then down to the last and the final and the best one:
Underground.
Then you take Bianca home,
I take home an even more attractive young lady,
and that is our night.
Any questions?
Oh, yeah. Did you get an extra pass for Carlos?
(sighs) Kunle, no,
I did not get an extra pass for Carlos, bro.
It was already hard enough to get two passes.
I'm not wasting a fucking favor on Winnie-the-Pooh, all right?
What would he even be like if he went?
Huh? Think about it.
The fanny pack. I already know. Yeah...
He gonna insist on wearing that fucking fanny pack.
But it's his thing. This is... it's his attire.
He'd probably scare off every woman within like a hundred-mile radius
by offering 'em a fucking granola bar.
I don't have time for that type of stuff, okay?
He's been playing video games since his class yesterday.
He actually hasn't left his room yet.
We probably won't see Carlos for like the rest of the week.
Oh, shit. Come on, come on.
-What? -It's 7:00. We need to go.
Pregame, and we got to get food.
Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming.
-(both whooping) -SEAN: Let's fuck it up!
(singsongy): Let's fuck it up, man.
(door closes)
♪ ♪
♪ Stay about my guapo, stay about my cheese ♪
♪ Focused on the grind, man, I don't need no sleep ♪
♪ I got homies that'll blow a hole about me ♪
♪ In the middle of your motherfucking song about me ♪
♪ Heavy dripping on the Timberlands soles about me ♪
♪ Money ain't the only thing them boys will blow about me. ♪
KUNLE: Oh, shit.
-What? -Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
-Did I lock it? -What?
Did... No, did I... did I lock it?
My-my-my-my cultures.
I forgot to lock the fridge.
-Oh, um, I got to go back. -Hey!
Hey, what the fuck is you doing?
-Yes. -We only got 30 minutes to go pregame
and then make it to Blackout, all right?
Can't you just call one of our lab mates
-and have them do that? -No, no, no, no.
I need to lock it closed with the key or else it comes open.
Just... they-they can jam it with a fork or some shit.
What are you talking about, "a fork or some shit"?
-Well... -Wh-What are you talking about?
Just until tomorrow, Kunle.
-Calm the fuck down. -This is my thesis.
-Okay, I understand. -All right?
My cultures need to be at the right temperature and humidity,
or else they will die.
Can't-can't we just skip the pregame?
No. You never skip the pregame, fool.
It's just gonna fuck up the whole schedule, Kunle.
Okay, okay. Um, you just go without me,
and I will meet you there.
-I'll meet you there. -Fucking...
No, I... look, I'ma take you, okay?
But we only gonna have five minutes when we get back
to pregame, change and leave, okay?
Okay, cool.
(keyless lock chirps)
I can make us a Ginnamon Toast Crunch.
It sounds weird, but it is delicious.
Like, we were in the house one night, and we were baked,
but all we had was the alcohol and the cereal, and... (laughs)
SEAN: Mother... I know damn well he didn't leave
-this fucking door open again. -Hey, hey.
Don't go in there yelling, okay?
Carlos!
Hey! Motherfucker, my PS4 better still be here.
(Kunle chuckles)
SEAN: All right, I got the game.
It's cool.
Yeah?
SEAN: And my shoes.
I got the weed.
KUNLE: Okay.
SEAN: Anything missing out there?
Um...
Everything here except Winnie-the-fucking-Pooh.
-So I'm gonna hide his weed... -Sean. Sean.
What?
SEAN: The fuck?
KUNLE: Okay, um...
Okay.
Hello? Hello.
Hey, yo, wake up!
-Hey! Wake up! -(clapping)
-KUNLE: Okay, okay. -What the fuck?
Um...
(sighs)
No, hey! Don't touch her.
This could possibly be a crime scene.
Well, we need... Uh, w-w...
KUNLE: Okay. Okay, she's-she's alive.
-She's breathing. -(exhales)
Her-her pulse is fast, but her breathing is slow.
-Okay, okay, okay. -(Kunle exhales)
All right. Um...
Okay.
KUNLE: We should call... we should call 911.
Carlos.
Kunle.
Kunle, I'm too high for this shit.
What if he's dead, bro?
-He's not dead. He's not dead. -All right. Okay.
Go look.
Go see. Go check. Go do whatever.
-Okay. Come on. -(pats arm)
Me and you, me and you, me and you, me and you.
I'm-I'm right behind you. Right behind you.
-You're right behind me? -Motherfucker, just go!
Los?
(creaking)
(sighs): Okay.
Hey.
Carlos?
(coughing)
-Hey. Hey, hey. -(whoops, grunts)
(laughing): Jesus.
-You got me. -Right.
I'm-I'm presently at war with the Russians
-and the Persian Empire, so shit is about to get… -Okay.
Okay, but do you know the girl out here?
Hold on a second. Wait.
Look.
-Hey, hey. -This is a single-player game.
-You can pause. -Mess up my sensitivity.
Now, there's a girl on...
Ah, girl problems, huh?
What, is it Bianca? Is it someone I know?
What-what's going on?
Ew.
There is an unconscious white girl in our living room.
(laughs, burps)
What?
-SEAN: Hey, hey, Kunle! -(girl retching)
Kunle, Kunle, she's throwing up!
Oh, hey, hey, Kunle!
Kunle, she erupting.
She throwing, bro. She throwing up.
(all groaning)
Who-who is she?
KUNLE: We-we don't know.
(slurring): Where's Maddy?
Hey. Hey, hey. What'd you say?
What-what... what did you say?
Can you go tell her I feel really weird?
Ooh, no, no. Come on, come on, come on.
SEAN: Hey, stop touching.
-Stop touching. -No, I cannot stop touching.
Look, we have to keep her on her side.
All right? Or else she could inhale vomit and die.
Look, just trust me. I'm first aid certified.
That's... Okay.
Hey, what's your name?
What's your...
Okay. All right, um...
We should call 911, right?
-Yes... -No, no. Hey, stop. -Yes.
-What? What? -Stop. Are you fucking crazy?
Do you not know what they'll think
when they come and see this?
They're gonna shoot us and arrest us
for killing this little white girl.
Shoot us and arrest us?
-Yes. -Come on, man.
-We didn't do anything wrong. -Hey, hey, stop, stop, stop.
-(groaning) -Okay, listen.
What the fuck are you...
We don't have to do nothing wrong, Kunle.
Just be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Which we are!
Down white girl.
House that reeks of weed.
Your fingerprints and DNA are all over her, Touchy Tim.
And, Carlos, you were here the whole fucking time.
What's your alibi, huh?
Uh...
Guys, we're just gonna tell 'em we came home...
-Kunle. Hey, hey, hey, hey. -She was on the floor.
They not gonna listen, all right?
The cops don't know that you're basically white on the inside.
-Don't start that right now... -What? I'm being honest.
Bitch, that's honest information. Don't get mad.
They're not gonna listen.
They're just gonna come in here and see three Brown guys
hanging over this little white girl.
Do y'all not see how fucked that is?
♪ ♪
CARLOS: Perhaps we could persuade a friend
to call 911 for us.
Someone a-a little less, um... you know.
What, Brown?
So a white person.
A female would be preferable.
Um, we could... we could call Bianca.
I mean, she cool, but she don't know all of us that well.
Okay, who knows us?
Um... Asa.
I would rather not put my life in the hands of my ex.
Plus, she a Black queen. We need a white girl.
Um... (stammers, chuckles)
It's funny, I-I-I...
I don't know too many of my white female peers.
It's troubling.
Um...
Oh, oh, we-we could call
-White Sean, the football player. -Ooh...
Football players never get in trouble, right?
White Sean, White Sean. Ooh, come on, White Sean.
-(line ringing) -Come on.
WHITE SEAN (over phone): Oh, what's up, Sean?
Hey, hey, White Sean.
-Where are you? -Uh, I'm actually on
a microbrewery tour with my mom.
-So you're not on campus? -Nah.
-Fuck. -You know, you know, man, I didn't think I'd like this...
Um, okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, got to go.
Okay, who else can we call? Come on, come on, come on.
Brian Phan?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Asians-- they, like, fucking neutral to police.
No. Brian is in Cabo for break.
SEAN: Oh, fuck, y'all, we are one percent of the school.
How the fuck don't we know any white people?
Maybe we just overthinking right now.
Hey. Hey, yo!
Yeah, there she go.
Hey. You got anybody that you want us to call?
-Or, like, a-a friend or a phone or something? -(moans softly)
KUNLE: She cannot be on her back.
-Okay, okay, all right, all right. -SEAN: The touching.
-It's the touching. -KUNLE: Come on, come on.
Okay, so what do we know? What do we know? What do we know?
This girl got drunk and came here on accident.
Like Goldilocks.
And we're the three bears.
KUNLE: Please don't. Please don't.
Let's... leave it alone. Leave it alone.
Don't-don't...
SEAN: All right, and look at what she's wearing.
Anything but clothes.
She was at Omicron.
We could just take her ass back.
KUNLE: And do what?
What, just-just walk in with her?
No, not walk in with her.
Lay her outside where somebody can find her and help her.
Your plan is to dump the unconscious girl
outside of the frat party?
Yeah.
No, no. No, you right.
-Nah. It's not... -Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
-Somebody... Yeah, somebody... People could see us. -Yeah.
Draw conclusions, all that bad shit.
CARLOS: Drunk people, lots of eyes.
-SEAN: Yeah. -CARLOS: That's difficult.
Also, fellas, she's fucking unconscious.
We can't just leave her somewhere.
-Right? Right? -SEAN: Okay. Okay. Okay. -CARLOS: Right.
KUNLE: What the fuck is wrong with you two?
What, you got a better idea?
Yes. We call 911.
Or we could just let her sleep it off.
Okay? I've been this drunk before.
-Y'all know that shit. -Yeah. He always wakes up.
SEAN: Come on, you know I've been this drunk before.
We don't even know if she's drunk.
What if she's, like, roofied?
Why'd you have to come here, huh?
Why'd you have to come here?
CARLOS: 'Cause it was just right.
It's not hot, it's not too cold.
It was just right.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
Fuck this. Fuck this.
This not my problem.
What the fuck? I mean, this not our problem.
This is our problem.
She is already in our house.
-Yeah, because you don't know how to lock the door, Carlos. -What?
-We've talked about this shit. -Okay. All right, all right, look, look.
Why wouldn't you just let me call 911?
Now w-we've waited too long,
it's gonna look weird that we haven't called.
Well, then it's a good thing that we're not calling, Kunle.
We got to do something.
-(girl coughing) -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh, shit.
-(girl retching) -Okay, hey.
-SEAN: Fuck this. -KUNLE: All right.
I'm-I'm doing it. I'm calling 911.
-SEAN: Don't. Kunle, do not call 911, all right? -Wait, wait, wait, wait...
-Call 911, right? I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna do it. -Don't do it. Don't grab it.
-Ah, you nasty bitch. -(coughing)
-You nasty. -KUNLE: All right.
SEAN: That's… You should've just left it there.
-Just leave it there. -CARLOS: Ew. Ew.
-We all use that blanket. -SEAN: Kunle, Kunle, look.
-Hey, look, I'm so serious. -I'm calling 911.
-Sean, Sean. -Do not... Shut up. Shut up.
-Get the fuck off of me, Sean! -Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
-I'm serious. -Make me. Shut up.
-Get off of me. -No.
-Put the phone down, Kunle. -Los?
SEAN: Lower the phone.
What if... what if...
we take her to the hospital?
All right? Just say that we found her.
It's the truth.
That's actually not a bad idea.
I apologize for getting in your circle.
KUNLE: Hospital's not too far.
It's like, what, ten minutes?
This will take us thir... a half hour, tops.
Um, I still need to get back to the lab, but I think
that we'll have enough time to make it to Blackout.
-CARLOS: Wait, Blackout? -Fu...
(chuckles, stammers) Did y… Are we going to Blackout?
Excuse my French, but fuck yes.
I am most assuredly gonna need a drink after all this.
Right. Right, so, uh...
We don't want to give 'em a reason to stop us,
so we need to change, all right?
No hats, no hoodies.
No weird shit, Carlos, all right?
What, Saturn?
SEAN: Everything you have on right now, all right?
Kunle, we're gonna need to borrow some of your clothes.
-My stuff? -Yeah, the whole substitute teacher look.
It's...
That's fair. That's fair. Okay.
♪ ♪
-(whistling) -(door opens)
(Sean grunts)
Shit.
She a little heavy.
(thud)
(keys jangling)
Shotgun.
("Handlebars" by Freewill playing)
CARLOS: Perhaps Goldilocks should eat something.
I got some granola bars.
(engine starts)
SEAN: Ready to do this?
♪ Fuckin' that bitch in New York ♪
♪ Lung full of nic from the port ♪
♪ Run when I kick in the door ♪
♪ Gun got you hittin' the floor ♪
♪ I walk around with a clip ♪
♪ And I bust on your ho if that bitch give me lip ♪
♪ Fuckin' around with the set, get a hole in your neck ♪
♪ And your skull when I roll with the grip ♪
♪ I don't wanna kill when I bang ♪
♪ When I'm dumpin' the pump in your son for the gang ♪
♪ Beg when I'm loadin' the chopper ♪
♪ You don't want no cons ♪
♪ I'll pop at your noggin and brain ♪
♪ I got the wock in my pocket, that gun I'm gon' cock it ♪
♪ That rocket go ra-ta-ta-tang ♪
♪ Lockin' and loadin' that pistol ♪
♪ Go right through your tissue ♪
♪ And blow like I'm Saddam Hussein ♪
♪ That's on my block ♪
♪ That stay on my block... ♪
Emma? Emma!
♪ That stay on my block, that stay on my block... ♪
-Hey, what the fuck! -Shit. Sorry.
♪ That stay on my block, that stay on my block ♪
♪ That's on my ♪
♪ Uh, ride with the TEC ♪
♪ Light up the Uzi, your body get wet ♪
♪ Yeah, ride with the set ♪
♪ I'm with the shooters and I'm in your head ♪
♪ Uh, give me that ball, I run the zone with my... ♪
-(excited chatter, laughter) -Oh, my God. Fuck you, don't.
-(laughing) -Alice.
-Oh, my... -Alice, have you seen Emma?
No, not since we got here.
Okay, well, can you see her from up there?
ALICE: Turn this way.
-MAN: Turn? -Yeah.
ALICE: Mm...
No.
(Alice laughing)
Just, like, call her or something.
I called her, Alice. I'm not an idiot.
Okay. Geez.
-Okay. Okay. -Do you want to...
Just put me down.
(Alice sighs)
Sorry, what's going on?
What?
I don't know you. I want to talk to my friend.
Okay, just one second, okay?
Okay. Um, wh, um...
Do you remember where you last saw her?
She was playing...
-beer pong with some people. -Beer pong. Okay.
With some people, but that was a long time ago.
-A long time ago? -So I don't remember.
How-how long ago? Like-like half an hour?
Uh, it was like an hour or maybe two, actually.
Two hours, Maddy?
She could literally be anywhere.
-I know! -Okay. Okay.
-Okay. -Uh, so who are we looking for?
-Who the fuck are you? Why... -No, no. Maddy.
-Why do you keep coming back? -Maddy.
This is Rafael.
-He's from my Arab-Israeli conflict seminar. -Yo.
-Oh, my God. -Yeah, I know.
(chuckles): Okay. I'm sorry.
Hi. I didn't... I thought you were some rando.
-I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. -Okay, um...
She's probably still here somewhere, right?
Like, literally, who... who are you looking for?
My sister, Emma.
She's pretty.
("Scapegoat by KOTA the Friend playing)
KUNLE: Sean.
You're driving too slow.
SEAN: No, I'm not. It's fine.
Okay, driving too slow looks weird.
-Sean! -What?
-Sean. -What?! Yo!
Sean, look.
Oh, shit! Whoa, whoa, shit.
It looks like a sobriety checkpoint.
-SEAN: Oh, uh, uh... -KUNLE: You are just throwing shit.
-I'm sorry. I'm-I'm... Yeah. -How dr...
Dude, how drunk are you?
I ain't really drunk, like, at all.
I'm good.
I'm high as a giraffe ass, though, I ain't gonna lie.
I'm pretty up there.
Then why are you driving?
I drive high all the time, bitch.
-Shut up. -Okay, pull over. Pull o...
-For what? For what? -I'll drive.
-I'll drive because you're high as a kite. -All right. Okay.
-KUNLE: Or high as a giraffe's ass, as you say. -SEAN: Okay, okay, okay.
Hey, hey. Okay. Okay.
Shit.
-It's gonna take us even longer now. -(loud, indistinct chatter)
KUNLE: Just pull...
SEAN: All right, okay, okay. Goddamn.
You always make the biggest fucking thing out of nothing.
(hip-hop playing)
(indistinct chatter continues)
CARLOS: This is Omicron, right?
Which is, if I may point out,
much closer than the hospital.
SEAN: Okay, look, look, look.
We can hide over there.
See?
That little dark area?
And then just tell somebody, they can help her, right?
You'd like that, wouldn't you, Goldie?
(high-pitched voice): I would love that, Sean.
That's such a great fucking idea.
Oh, my God, you're a genius.
She-she opened her eyes. I mean...
-Opened her fucking eyes. -KUNLE: Mm-mm. No.
No, no, no, no.
No, we're not just going to dump her
somewhere that's... Look, that's not right.
It's-it's... We're not dumping her, okay?
We're just returning her from whence she came.
That's it.
Somebody gonna find her, get her some help.
Then we can leave, go save your little
fucking babies or whatever the fuck you want to call them,
and then get on with our lives, Kunle.
Okay.
-Stealth mission is a go. -Okay.
CARLOS: One of us has to go over there
and-and act like a lookout,
make sure that no one interferes with the plan.
Mm, yeah. Kunle, go see if it's clear.
(indistinct chatter, laughter nearby)
CARLOS: Okay, okay. Let-let's get in position.
I see him. That's it.
Omicron! (chuckles)
(man grunting, sighing)
Oh, oh, oh.
-Abort. Abort, abort, abort, abort, abort. -Shit. What the fuck?
(sighs)
How's it going?
(urine splattering)
(grunts) Yes.
(grunts) Come on.
(grunts)
(sighs) Shit.
Hey!
Hey, they're pissing on our sacred totem!
What the fuck?
These Gamma Tau bitches keep pissing on our totem, bro.
Gamma Tau! (laughs)
Oh, yeah? Hey!
Oh, yeah, you fucking pussy!
-Oh, yeah, you fucking run! -KUNLE: Oh, shit.
-Oh, shit. (yells) -(indistinct shouting)
Sean! Carlos!
("$lay" by Meek Mill (featuring A$AP Ferg) playing)
♪ And that seven on me, I got Leem with us ♪
♪ Like that dirty dirty, how I lean niggas ♪
♪ And wrist on subzero like freeze nigga, finish them nigga ♪
-KUNLE: Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go! - Okay. The fuck!
♪ I'm on the roof with that scope ♪
♪ When I hit them little bitches like Remy, my nigga ♪
-♪ You save 'em ♪ -Go fuck yourself! -Get out of here!
-♪ We slay 'em ♪ -(thudding) -Whoa! Hey!
-(indistinct shouting) -SEAN: Hey, motherfuck...
-♪ Girl, I ball ♪ -Fuck you, bitch! -Fuck you!
-♪ Yeah. ♪ -Go fuck yourself, bitch!
What the fuck happened?
Why are they throwing shit at my van?
(panting): 'Cause they… they thought I was from Gamma Tau.
Racist fuckers.
I don't know if it was racism.
There was this... this dude...
Shut up. Shut up. Wh-What are you talking about?
Just...
All right, all right, just... right here, like that.
All right? Like Professor X.
Great. Um...
Want some orange sports drink?
It has no fruit juice, and it's only 80 calories.
-Come on, drink up. -(Emma moans)
Look, I told you that was a bad idea.
We should've just gone straight to the hospital.
You know what, pull over. I'll drive.
-There you go. -You don't even have a fucking seat belt on!
-No, no, no. Hmm. -(Emma mumbles) -SEAN: Man, I never got a seat belt on!
-Let's just get through this. Calm down. -No, no.
-Pull over, Sean. Pull over. -Calm-calm the fuck down.
What you gonna do?
-Nothing. Exactly. -Sean, pull over.
Shut your dumb ass up. You ain't gonna do nothing.
-KUNLE: Sean. -I need to pee.
KUNLE: Pull over.
-I should drive. -Guys? Guys, uh...
I believe Goldilocks needs to urinate.
Um, she better not pee in my motherfucking van.
I don't know if she's gonna be able to hold it. Maybe...
-She better not pee in my car. -Maybe you should pull over.
SEAN: I got it. I got it, Kunle.
(Sean and Kunle speaking indistinctly)
SEAN: Get her out my van. Get her out my van.
-(Kunle and Carlos grunting) -(Emma whoops)
CARLOS: All right.
(Carlos and Kunle speaking indistinctly)
KUNLE: Yeah.
Uh, how about that? You-you pee right here?
-There you go. -(slurring): This is good.
(Carlos grunts)
-We looked everywhere. -No, Maddy,
we have not looked everywhere.
And what are you gonna do, call the cops right now?
We are underage.
Does she have, like, a Find My Friends or something?
We can... we can track her on your phone.
I don't know. I haven't tried that.
RAFAEL: There she is.
Wait. That's literally like a couple blocks from here.
-What the fuck? -Okay, okay, maybe she just got lost,
so we can go get her.
And I could go with you guys if you want.
Oh, no, no, no, no. You don't have to do that.
Nah, nah, I mean, like, I-I want to.
Also, if you go a little further,
this neighborhood's, like, kind of sketchy.
Hold this.
(whispering): I am so sorry.
RAFAEL (whispering): It's all good.
-(urine trickling) -(crickets chirping)
KUNLE: I'm so fucked.
-I'm so fucked. -Can't you just...
grow more bacteria?
No.
No, no, I... (chuckles)
I mean, you already got into Princeton.
Can they un-admit you?
Yes, yes, they can.
Hey, can you just, like, not mention Princeton?
Or just around Sean, please.
Wait, I mean, you mean you haven't already told him?
-Okay, okay, okay, okay. -I mean,
he-he thinks you're living together next year.
Okay, okay, well, maybe he shouldn't just assume that.
Yeah, yeah, but it's rather uncouth to just let him go and keep assuming.
KUNLE (muffled): No, you're right, you're right.
(conversation continues indistinctly)
(dog barking in distance)
(TV plays indistinctly)
-(Emma whoops, laughs) -KUNLE: Whoo. Yeah, you did it. Whoo, yes.
-(whooping) -Whoa. Whoo.
-KUNLE: Come on. -Can y'all please hurry up?
-This fucking lady watching us. -CARLOS: What lady?
KUNLE: Hmm-mm.
Get up.
-I'm driving. -What?
You're paranoid... because you're high.
Which is exactly why you shouldn't be driving.
Okay. Whatever. Okay.
SEAN: I ain't gonna worry about anything, am I?
SEAN (deep voice): Yeah.
(door alarm dinging)
(door closes)
Hey, um, the taillight's busted.
SEAN: What?
(long exhale)
-SEAN: We gonna die. -KUNLE: No, we are...
-No. What? -We gonna die, bro.
-Hey. No, no, no, no. -Oh, we gonna die tonight.
Don't do this. Don't do this. Please don't do this right...
We gonna die. We gonna die, Kunle.
We get pulled over, we die, Kunle.
-Look... -We call the police, we die, Kunle.
-Okay, look, Sean, Sean, Sean. -We breathe the wrong way,
-we die, Kunle. -Okay, look, Sean.
This isn't good, but panicking does not help.
Calm down. Look, hey, man, look at me. Look at me.
-Okay. -Think about it statistically.
How many people actually get shot by the cops?
It's, like, really, really unlikely, right?
-A lot, Kunle. -No, no, no.
-What the fuck are you talking about? -No, no, no, no, no.
No, it's really, really unlikely.
I mean, do you know anyone who's actually been shot by the police?
-I don't know anybody. -CARLOS: No. -SEAN: Yes.
My cousin.
Geez, man. I'm sorry.
-Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't... -Is he...?
He wasn't doing anything-- just minding his business,
hanging with a friend, playing Call of Duty.
And they just showed up for-for... for no reason?
Well, his friend was trapping a little bit.
-His friend was trapping a little bit. -God.
(stammers) The cops came in,
kicked the gor... door down.
I mean, they say he scared 'em, and they shot him, all right?
Shot him right in his ass, man.
(chuckles)
(Kunle and Carlos laughing)
(laughter continues)
SEAN: Oh, you motherfuckers are some assholes.
That's not funny.
He got to wear a colostomy bag now.
-Oh. -You ever boo-boo in a bag?
-(Kunle chuckles) -No.
He might've did some fucked-up shit, but that don't mean
that he deserved that. Like, come on, y'all.
-KUNLE: Okay, no, he didn't, -Guys.
-but what do you want to do? -Guys.
Incoming.
MAN: Hey, we can see what you're doing out here,
and we don't tolerate that in this neighborhood.
We saw you.
MAN: You need to get out of here.
WOMAN: And you don't need to be selling drugs.
-SEAN: We're leaving. -Get out. -KUNLE: Look, look, look.
-We're-we're not doing anything wrong. -Please get your phone out of my face.
-We just had some car issues. -MAN: I said get out.
WOMAN: We already put your picture up
-on the Good Neighbor app. -(engine starting)
-WOMAN: They're leaving. -MAN: Yeah, let 'em go.
-(woman scoffs) -MAN: Come on.
-WOMAN: I got… I got it all. -MAN: Yeah.
ALICE (voice-over): Her pin's moving again.
It looks like she's in that car.
KUNLE: She seriously thought we were drug dealers.
What if she called the cops?
What if we get pulled over? What if we get pulled over?
Sean, what do we do?
Look, Terence got an extra car that we can use, okay?
He live around the corner. It's not far.
Are you sure there's just not just, like,
one other, like... maybe your aunt.
We can go to your aunt's house.
Just make this left up here. Don't be...
Don't be fucking nervous.
He's the closest?
(turns off engine)
No, no, no. Hey, hey. You stay here with her.
-(door closes) -Come on, Kunle.
EMMA (groans): It...
It's all spinning.
-(unscrews lid) -Here. Here.
Hydrate or die-drate.
(gulping)
(Carlos chuckles)
All right, there you go.
Go, go, go, go. (chuckles)
-What's up? -Oh.
Baby Sean.
What are you doing here?
I need to see my brother.
-Uh, he's up in here somewhere. -Yeah.
-MALIK: Hey, who's your friend? -SEAN: That's Kunle.
SEAN: Hey, I'ma be back. Try to go find Terence.
-Okay. You want me... -Stay here.
You want me to st... I'll stay here.
Malik, bro.
Oh, uh, Kun-Kunle.
MALIK: Kunle.
So, Baby Sean's friend from school?
Yes, yes, we're, uh, we're roommates.
You all call him Baby Sean?
(laughs): Hell yeah.
Old baby face having ass.
(laughter)
MALIK: Yo, sit your butt down, bro.
(chuckles)
For real, sit down.
-Sit down! -Sit your ass down, man. Damn.
MALIK: Here you go, bro. Relax.
Smoke?
-You're in college, bro. -No. No, thank you.
You look like you could use a smoke.
I'm-I'm okay.
♪ ♪
Where's, uh... (coughs)
Where-where's... where's your restroom?
-Come on, T. Please, man. -(hits counter)
It's an emergency, all right?
Kunle's grandmother, man, she's on her deathbed.
You ain't driving my car, nigga.
Look, Kunle gonna drive.
Please, T.
♪ Everything I done, it comes full circle ♪
♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin'... ♪
(sighs)
(crickets chirping)
MADDY: Where the hell are we?
This is, like... this is the hood, guys.
ALICE: Hey, Maddy, could you just, like, pedal for a second?
-I'm getting really tired. -MADDY: No, no, I can't.
My knees are super bad.
-Plus, we're super close. -(dog barking nearby)
Hey. Can you, uh...
Can you tell me your name?
I'm Carlos.
What's... what's your name?
E-Emma.
Emma? (laughs)
I just... I-I need... I need you to stay awake for me.
Can you... can you do that?
(unzips bag, rummages)
-Want some granola? -No.
No? Okay, that's-that's fine.
Um, uh, what's your major?
I'm a mechanical aerospace engineer,
aka, uh, um, a rocket scientist.
You know, the-the...
Serious. Hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
Stay awake.
(both chuckle)
You like, uh... you like outer space?
Rockets? (makes whooshing sound)
Stuff like that? (chuckles)
It's always been a-a dream of mine to go to Mars someday.
Would you like to go to Mars?
Emma?
Emma, um...
what year are you?
In school-- what-what year are you?
(slurs): Twelfth-th...
Tw-Twelfth.
Twelfth?
Wait, y-you... y-you mean like...
like you're in high school?
Uh-oh, shh.
Shh.
My sister, she told me not to say.
She hates me.
-She… - CARLOS: No, no, no.
(sobbing): She doesn't want to hang out with me.
No, no, it's all right.
-It's all right. Uh... -She hates me.
Hey, hey. No, no, no, no, no, no.
She doesn't hate you.
(chuckling): She likes you.
She told me.
-Sh-She did? -Yeah.
Yeah, she told me. Isn't that...
(both laughing)
It's-it's all right, okay?
It's all... it's all good.
(slurring): I mean, she doesn't really...
take me anywhere, ever.
But it's fine.
We'll grow out of it,
'cause, like, sisters are forever, you know?
-(muffled music playing) -(Kunle mutters)
KUNLE: Pay you a hundred dollars.
(whooshes)
(quietly): Come on, come on, come on, come on.
(phone whooshing)
(knocking on door)
MAN: Yo, people out here, man!
(toilet flushes)
I'm sorry.
Man, was you, like, hiding in the bathroom?
No.
-What? What? No. -Okay. Okay. Okay, look.
Oh, shit. Yeah, nice.
-(door opens) -CARLOS: Guys?
You guys?
SEAN: Yo, what are you doing out of the van?
Get back outside.
-CARLOS: She was drinking this. -Oh.
SEAN: Oh, shit, that is...
-Death punch. -CARLOS: Death punch?
-Why is it called death punch? -(muffled gagging)
CARLOS: Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa. Oh, God.
Whoa!
(all exclaiming, groaning)
CARLOS: Hey, hey, Terence. Sorry.
(gasping)
TERENCE: What the hell is going on?
Oh, uh, okay, so-so-so...
we found this girl, and we don't know who she is.
Actually, actually, her name's Emma,
-and she just told me that she's in high school. -MAN: Shit!
-What? -What the fuck?!
-(Sean groans) -Nope!
-No! Hell no! -(clamoring)
-Nope, nope, nope. -Get the weed, nigga!
-Grab the weed, nigga! -Hell no.
-(indistinct shouting) -(crickets chirping)
-That's shit right there. -Come on.
She not gonna get me hung.
KUNLE: Here. Oh, God. Okay.
So y'all found a passed-out,
possibly roofied white child in your house,
got her even drunker,
and you thought it'd be a good idea to bring her to my house?
Sean, you know I'm on parole, and you lied to me.
Kunle, is your grandma even dying?
SEAN: I 'm sorry. We just tried to help her.
Give me my keys.
Give 'em to me!
SEAN: We got to actually go to the hospital.
-Man, Kunle… -TERENCE: Not in my car, you don't.
-Here. Just take 'em. -SEAN: Yo, ey.
-What you doing? -Look, we don't have time to argue, Sean.
We got to go now. Come on, Carlos.
TERENCE: You can't go with them.
Have you lost your damn mind?
If something happens to that girl, they'll be fine.
Even if they get caught, they'll be fine probably.
You won't be.
Isn't Kunle rich?
Ain't his family fucking dentists or some shit?
KUNLE: Sean?
Sean.
Let them handle it.
-(dog barking nearby) -(Alice grunting)
Wait, guys. Guys, it says she's somewhere here.
-Look. -Huh?
ALICE: Which house is it? I can't tell.
(dog continues barking)
You know what?
You two stay here.
I'm gonna go check it out.
-WOMAN: Excuse me. -(yelps)
Can I help you?
Are y'all lost?
ALICE: No, no, we're good.
We're good. Um...
Thank you. Have a good night.
Girl, there's a white boy out here with a sheet on.
(van door opens)
What?
-KUNLE: I'm not driving until you put your seat belt on. - MADDY: Emma!
Okay, I'm putting-I'm putting my seat belt… I'm putting my seat belt on.
-I need to hear it click. I need to hear it click. -"I need to hear it click"?
-Wow. You heard the fucking click? -MADDY: Emma!
Thank you. And now we're off.
-MADDY: Emma! Emma! -(engine starts)
Emma!
♪ ♪
KUNLE: We can take the back roads,
through the woods.
It's a bit longer, but...
nobody goes that way, and we probably won't get pulled over.
-"Probably"? -We need to get her to the hospital now.
-(Emma groans) -SEAN: Shit, at this point,
we just gonna have to speed run the fucking tour.
-SEAN: Hey, good shit. -Okay. -KUNLE: I'm sorry, did you want to drive?
Oh, wait, you can't, because you've literally
been drinking and smoking pot since 3:00 p.m.
Yes, I have.
Apologies.
I should've just assumed this highly unlikely situation
would've just fucking happened.
Guys, guys, okay.
Can we just take a calming breath
and remember that we're all on the same team here?
Anybody want a granola bar?
Carlos, please, stop with the fucking granola bars, okay?
Don't nobody want no fucking granola bar, Carlos.
KUNLE: I just want to get this over with.
Just want to make sure we didn't kill this girl,
save my cultures and... just go the fuck to sleep.
And the Legendary Tour?
I'm mean...
I've still got energy.
You two should just go without me.
I'm not really in the mood anymore.
(Emma moans quietly)
Can you make sure she's okay, please?
CARLOS: On it.
Yeah, I think that was the license plate. I don't...
911 DISPATCHER: So your sister got in a car
with three Black or Latino men that you didn't recognize...
What do you... what do you mean? What do you mean?
You said one of them opened the door and she climbed in the car.
Do you have reason to believe she was coerced?
MADDY: Are you fucking kidding me?
Why... why would she get in a random car
with three fucking guys that she doesn't even know?
-She's 17. -Ma'am, I'm just trying to understand your emergency.
Oh, uh, actually, it feels like you're trying to say
that I'm racist or something, and I'm really not,
-so I don't really know what you're trying to do. -Maddy...
My sister needs help.
Are you intoxicated, ma'am?
How does that... How does... Wait, how does that matter?
-How does that even matter? -Okay, Maddy, give me the...
-I saw what I saw! -Maddy. Hi. I'm so sorry.
-My-my friend is just a little bit upset -Give me the phone. Give me it. (grunts)
-because it's her sister. -DISPATCHER: Uh-huh.
Is there any way we could do, like, a welfare check?
We're tracking her phone, so we have her current location.
DISPATCHER: Sure. We'll send our next available officer to check it out.
-Mm-hmm. Thank you. -MADDY: What the fuck?
♪ ♪
SEAN: Is she still alive?
-CARLOS: Hey. -(snorts softly)
Still alive?
Yeah. Yeah.
She's still alive.
EMMA: Uh-oh.
EMMA: Where are we?
Here. Drink this.
Drink this. Come on.
Who are you?
Hey. Hey.
-W-W-W-Wait, wait. It's all right. Guys? -KUNLE: What's going… What is going on?
Where the fuck are we?
-KUNLE: Okay, okay, hold on, hold on. -Hey, hey, hey.
-Where are you taking me? -It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.
-(Emma screaming) -CARLOS: Hey, calm down. -Oh, shit.
-Please get her under control. -What the fuck you want me to do?
-Hey! Hey! -Just get her under control.
(indistinct, overlapping shouting)
-Stop! Oh! -(Emma screams)
-(tires squealing) -Shit.
(all yelling, groaning)
SEAN: Oh...
-KUNLE: Fuck! -SEAN: Okay.
(others groaning)
CARLOS: Hey. Wait, wait, wait.
-(Emma shouts) -SEAN: Oh, sh... -Ow.
-CARLOS: Ow, ow. Hey, hey. -(Emma screams)
Wait, wait, wait. Hey, come back!
-KUNLE: No, Carlos. -All right, guys, I'll go get her.
KUNLE: Fuck! Fuck.
-SEAN (laughs): Look. My wipers. -CARLOS: Emma, wait!
Come back!
-They crashed my fucking van. -Where's he gone?
-CARLOS: Emma! -We're just trying to help you!
SEAN: Everything's good.
-(groans) -(Sean giggling)
-Fuck. -My van.
-Come on. -SEAN: Coming.
-CARLOS (panting): Okay. -Yep, there's...
-KUNLE: Ow. -(sighs) She's really fast.
-Goldilocks! -(Sean muttering)
-Oh! Whoa. -Ooh, shit.
-What? -SEAN: Carlos, your fucking nose.
Are you okay?
Oh. Oh.
SEAN: Oh, you're doing a good job.
-Oh. Oh, that's... -Good job.
-That's blood. -KUNLE: Yes, it's blood.
Are you okay? You got to say something to me.
-How do I look? -N-Not good.
Aw, you got the nose boo-boo.
I think she went this way.
We don't know where the white girl is.
Come on, come on, come on. Let's find her.
-Come on, Kunle. -(mouthing)
-CARLOS: Goldilocks! -KUNLE: Emma!
KUNLE: Where are you? Please, come back!
CARLOS: Emma!
SEAN: We trying to help you, white girl.
ALICE: They haven't moved?
MADDY: No, they're just standing there.
Can you guys ride any faster?
ALICE: Maddy, we're trying.
RAFAEL: Just...
RAFAEL: You sure you don't want me to switch with you, Alice?
This thing really isn't that hard to ride.
-I think you'd probably get it. -Why aren't they moving?
-You sure? -Yeah.
Okay, actually, yeah, that might be a really good idea.
Guys, we can't stop.
-Maddy, just one second. -What are you doing?
We can't stop.
(panting)
(laughing): What?
You know, Alice has been driving you around all night.
You could, I don't know,
-be grateful. -Rafael, it's all right.
-Excuse me? -No, no, no. No, you're awesome.
-First of all, no. -And you're cool.
-You don't even know me. -And you deserve better than this.
-Yeah, she's great. Are you for real? -I'm just saying.
You don't even fucking know me.
You don't get to be all white knight
-and be offended on her behalf. -Oh, "white knight," yeah.
I'm freaking out because my sister has been taken
and that 911 lady was a total bitch to me on the phone.
But you know, you know, you could just not be actively mean.
-I'm sorry! I'm having a hard night! -We're here, all right?
And we're here for you, Maddy.
We're fucking here.
You brought a high schooler to a fraternity party
and then neglected her for two hours.
We're fucking here.
So get on the goddamn bike, and we're going.
RAFAEL: I think you should get on the bike.
MADDY: Yeah, I'm getting on the bike.
(insects trilling)
(Carlos groans)
(coughs) Ow.
CARLOS: Trail ends here.
All right, shit, it must mean she around here somewhere.
Uh, or...
she backtracked.
Or-or maybe--
no offense-- you're in no way qualified
to track people through the woods.
-I'm an Eagle Scout. -Okay.
I was trained in tracking animals.
Okay, but this isn't Boy Scouts, all right?
-It's not... -This isn't a video game. This is real life.
And we... we can't just reload if you're wrong, Carlos.
And I'm sorry, but I don't see anything.
Do you see anything?
Sean, you see anything? Uh, no, there's nothing.
All right, I'm...
-(Kunle groans) -SEAN: Just breathe, my nigga. Damn.
-CARLOS: Okay. -What if she dies out here?
Huh? Why did I listen to you?
This is so fucking stupid.
This is so stupid.
I told you we should just call 911,
but you wouldn't let me.
You just wouldn't let me call.
Now look at us.
Wouldn't let you call?
What the fuck am I, your third-grade teacher?
You decided not to call.
We all decided to not call.
He didn't force you not to call.
Seriously?
SEAN: If you called, it would be on you,
and you didn't want it to be on you because you knew I was right.
Also because you're a pussy.
-What? -KUNLE: I'm-I'm a pussy?
-Yeah. -I'm a pussy, but you've been afraid
-of everything this whole night? -CARLOS (clears throat): Guys, guys.
-I'm a pussy? -Can we not call each other pussies?
It's kind of sexist.
A vagina is strong enough to give birth to a child.
I mean, I think the word that you're looking for
is-is "coward" or-or, ironically enough,
-"wiener." -KUNLE: Yeah.
Mm-hmm. Don't be such a sexist coward wiener, Sean.
SEAN: I can't believe you just said that
-out your mouth, first of all. -Yeah. Sexist coward wiener.
-You, all of that. -Okay, well, don't be such a little bitch, Kunle.
-I'm a bitch? -Yeah.
-That's also arguably sexist. -Okay. -Yeah.
Calm down.
-If you got something to say, just say it. -Look, okay.
You were around real Black men for like two fucking minutes tonight,
and you went and hid in the bathroom.
-Who was hiding? I was hiding? -You! It's okay.
-I wasn't hiding. I wasn't hiding. -I love you still.
-SEAN: Oh, wow. -Okay, all right, no, we can do this.
What the fuck do you want me to say?
What, I'm so sorry that my parents are doctors?
Oh, shit, you know what? I'm even more sorry
-that my childhood was happy. -(sneezes) Ow.
You know what?
You don't have the authority to revoke my Blackness, dickhead.
Guys, can we... can we please just...
No, no, no. Let him continue.
-Kunle angry. -(laughs): You know what?
I think it is hilarious that you think that you are so wise.
Like you got some kind of street smarts. Why?
Oh, why, Sean? Because you know where to buy acid?
Oh, shit! Oh, shit, Carlos.
Guess what. This dude's tried drugs before.
-I know. -KUNLE: Whoo, yeah!
Round of applause, motherfucker.
You tried drugs.
But you know what?
Who the fuck cares?
You know what, Sean?
The last time I checked, getting fucked-up all the time
doesn't mean you know a goddamn thing.
It just makes you fucked-up.
SEAN (sputters, laughing): Okay.
-I like this Kunle. -Yeah, I'm glad you do.
This Kunle is nice.
-That's good. You showing nuts now. -Fuck this.
Look, I feel like it's the first time he ever used
his Black skin tone type of thing.
-This is great. I like this. -KUNLE: You know what?
SEAN: Nah, I'm sorry, that was just really good.
Look, just chill out, all right? Chill out.
-No, I'm gonna... I'm call... -Give me the fucking phone.
KUNLE: Carlos, give me your phone.
-Give me your phone. -Just chill out, Carlos.
-Give it to me now! -Come on.
-Don't give him your phone. -Give it to me, Carlos.
Don't... Calm down.
We don't got time for this, Kunle. Chill out.
-No, we lost her! -The girl, we... Ooh.
We lost this girl in the fucking forest because of you!
You!
-Fuck! -(quietly): Ouch. Nice.
-Give me this fucking... -Hey, hey. -Get your ass...
-(groans) -SEAN: See?
-KUNLE: Fuck! -SEAN: Kunle. -Guys, guys.
-Can we please stop fighting? -Asshole!
It doesn't accomplish anything.
-Come on. -SEAN: All right, look.
Let's take it to a vote since this dickhead right here
-wants to go all at. Right? -(sneezes) Ow.
All in favor of calling the police, raise your hand.
KUNLE: Yeah, how you feel?
I feel so good.
I feel really good, Kunle.
Yeah, you're both cowards.
SEAN (whispers): We're both cowards.
Get off of me, Carlos!
SEAN: Don't be mad at him.
(Emma coughing nearby)
(coughing continues)
Found her.
How the fuck she get in a tree?
CARLOS: Someday this will all just be a crazy story, you know?
Remember when we tried to sneak into Underground?
Freshman year.
(Carlos chuckles)
SEAN: Yeah, and you got stuck in the window
-like fucking Winnie-the-Pooh. -Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
That's what you said back then.
And-and, um, then we went back to your room,
and we just watched 1970s Winnie-the-Pooh compilation videos on YouTube.
You know, I-I feel like that's the night that we became friends.
Like, this is kind of our friend-versary.
We've come full circle.
So, we all just get to go to Underground.
Finally, right?
And-and just in time.
Because this is our last chance.
So you got to come, man.
Don't be a party pooper. Come on.
I'm tired.
But, y-you know, you should go.
SEAN: Fuck him. L-Let him be a party pooper.
CARLOS: Come on, Kunle.
KUNLE: I can't go.
If I go, you can't go.
Because Sean only got two passes.
Sean only got passes for himself plus one.
So you should go.
Bitch-ass shit.
Los, I just didn't think you'd want to go.
That was it.
No, I-I, um...
For real, I really did think that you was just
-gonna be playing games tonight, man. -I was.
I was. Yes, so it's... it's fine.
Los.
-Los. -CARLOS: That's...
That's fine. Yeah.
(chuckles)
(crickets chirping)
Whoa, whoa, guys, look.
ALICE: Come on.
ALICE (whispers): Call 911 again.
-RAFAEL: I think we should call 911. -ALICE: Okay, I'll do it.
DISPATCHER: 911. What is the nature of your emergency?
-ALICE: Yes, hi. It's us again. -Oh.
We called about the girl in the van.
Well, we're, like, hiding and-and-and looking at them,
and we're pretty sure that something bad is going on now.
They've brought her into the middle of the woods.
She looks unconscious.
(Sean and Kunle speaking indistinctly)
SEAN: What's wrong with you?
KUNLE: Okay, don't ask me what's wrong with me.
What's wrong with you?
-SEAN: I ain't fuck up nobody's moment. -Okay, well, look, this whole...
("Kill Yourself (Part III) by $uicideboy$ playing over earbuds)
♪ It's not fair, I found love ♪
♪ It made me say that get back... ♪
All you've been worried about is this Legendary Tour.
Partying should not be your priority.
School is almost over, and you don't have anything to show for it.
Sean, you are way too smart to not have a plan.
(breathing rapidly)
DISPATCHER: What is your location?
Where even are we?
Um, we're on, uh, Highland, Highland Road.
-DISPATCHER: Ma'am? -All right, do you know... Maddy, what...
MADDY: No, I need to make sure she's okay.
-Madeline…, get your ass back here right now! -Ma'am.
(Sean speaking indistinctly)
I don't feel like listening to these lectures all the time, man.
Like, damn. Like, maybe we don't need to live together
next year, to be honest.
Hmm.
You know what?
I think this is a really good time to tell you that, um,
I got into Princeton.
So yeah, we're not gonna be living together next year.
Good job!
Princeton. Good, good, Kunle.
You did it.
You know what, fuck you and Princeton.
How 'bout them apples?
Yeah, that's really mature.
Oh, your little culture thingies--
-them bitches might be dead. -That's nice.
-SEAN: Yeah. -KUNLE: That's very mature.
-SEAN: Yeah, fuck your kids. -That's really ma... -(twig snaps)
KUNLE: Hey. Oh, hey.
-SEAN: Oh, she got a stick. -KUNLE: Okay, wait.
-Hey, look, I got this. I got this. -We, look… we gonna... What? Kunle.
-Don't-don't... -You're not a fucking leader.
-All right, don't fucking do this. I got this. -All right.
-You got it. -Hey.
-Oh, shit! -See?
-Ow, ow, ow! -You got it. See? See, hey...
-ALICE: Oh. Um... -(Sean and Kunle shouting)
Yeah, they're fighting with our friend now.
-What do we do? -DISPATCHER: Do not engage.
-(over earbuds): ♪ It's not fair ♪ -(Sean, Kunle and Maddy shouting)
♪ I found love... ♪
-Oh, shit. -Aah! Stop!
-Stop! -What did you do to her?!
BOTH: Who?
-Emma. -BOTH: Who the fuck is Emma?
-Oh, shit. Gold... -Oh, oh, Emma, Emma.
The Gold... Goldilocks.
We didn't... Okay, we are friends of-of Emma.
-Like, we just met her, and we... -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-(yelling) -KUNLE: Oh, shit!
-Fuck, stop! Stop! -Stop fucking...
Give-give me this motherfucking stick.
-(screams) -Give me the... -KUNLE: Whoa, oh.
SEAN: Strong-ass little white girl.
-SEAN: Are you okay? -KUNLE: Oh, shit.
-She's got spray. -(both stammering)
Fuck!
-That's what your... See, karma, karma. -Oh...
-KUNLE: Whoa, whoa. -I know. See? Karma.
-Ow! Shit! -KUNLE: Whoa. Hey. -Hah!
-Fuck! Ow! -KUNLE: No, are you... are you okay?
Are you... Hey, are you okay?
-We didn't do anything. -Shit.
And then we were trying to make sure she was okay. That's it.
Hey, hey, look, you need to rinse your eyes, all right?
-(groaning) -You really need to rinse your eyes. Come on.
-Hey, hey, hey. -ALICE (deep voice): Step back!
-Oh, fuck. -That's right!
Keep your hands up! Don't move!
We-we helping. We helping, uh, Officer.
-Get on the ground! Don't move! -Sir, this is just a big mistake.
-We haven't done anything wrong. -Shit.
-SEAN: We actually didn't do shit. -(groaning) Oh, no.
We-we're just trying to take her to the hospital.
-RAFAEL: You're under arrest. -MADDY: Fuck. -Fucking police.
ALICE: You're under arrest.
-MADDY: Oh, this burns. -Don't move!
-RAFAEL: Do not! Okay. -MADDY: Why does it burn so much?
(Maddy screams)
-SEAN: What? -KUNLE: Look at her shoes. -(normal voice): Fuck.
KUNLE: Oh, my God, they're not cops.
What the fuck? Shiny shit.
What are you doing? What are you... Lookit, look.
KUNLE: She's got, like, some shiny shoes on.
-SEAN: What the fuck? -Why are you impersonating a police officer?
-That's so fucking illegal! -What are...
Wait, Rafa?
-What are you doing here, dude? -What are you doing here?
We-we just rolled into a ditch and-and-and...
We've been looking for her sister, man.
ALICE: Wait, you know them?
Yeah, that's my cousin.
Yeah, we're-we're related.
What the fuck is going on right now?
-Stay back! -Bitch, if you spray us,
-we gonna have an issue. -Don't fuck with me!
-Stay back! -KUNLE: Please don't call her a bitch right now.
-All right, my bad, but chill. -Okay, okay.
Can y'all just tell her to chill so we can calm down?
Please chill.
Okay, but you guys aren't, like,
-kidnapping that girl, right? -SEAN: What?
-What the fuck, boy? -No. Why would we kidnap a girl?
-CARLOS: No, no, no, no, no. We don't even know her. -I gotta make sure.
-There's a van and a girl, you know? -Wait, wait, wait.
Okay, I'm sorry, wait. He's your cousin?
-Yeah. -CARLOS: Yeah.
Uh, you don't look...
Oh, yeah, um... (laughs)
He-he looks, like, super white.
-He gets that all the time. -Yeah. I'm Mexican.
Okay, but-but what are you guys doing here?
KUNLE: We're trying to take her to the hospital.
-Yeah, -We-we found her, and she was, she was in our house,
-and she was unconscious. -You found her?
And she started, like, throwing up everywhere.
-MADDY: This is bullshit. -It's not bullshit.
-Hey, look, just... -Why would I lie to you?
Just let him explain, all right?
No! Let me talk to my sister!
SEAN: Go ahead.
-Got it? Go. Just... Emma? -Oh, my God.
We found your sister like this passed out on our floor.
MADDY: Emma! Emma, did they hurt you?
-Did we hurt... -See?
-MADDY: Emma. -See?
White girl, Black dudes. What'd I say?
Dude, how'd you guys even find us?
Oh.
Find My Fr...?
Wait, but sh-she doesn't even have a cell phone.
(grunts)
-Wow. -Mm. -Oh, uh...
We didn't look there.
Guys, I can't hear anything.
Okay, well, if she's still breathing,
then that means that her heart is still beating.
-Okay, I'm just trying to help. -You're just trying to help?
-Yes. -Then why are we in the middle of a fucking forest right now?
And why did you guys stop at some weird house on the way here?
We were trying to avoid getting pulled over.
We have a taillight that's out.
And we were trying to get another car from his brother...
CARLOS: We know that this sounds weird, bad...
-RAFAEL: The taillight is out. -Exactly.
-Thank you. -MADDY: They're fucking lying.
What the fuck is your problem?
He just said the taillight was out.
Why are you so damn bent on making us the bad guy?
And why the fuck was you so quick to pepper-spray us?
Huh? What, 'cause we Black?
-No! What? -We scare you that much?
Maddy, what if there's a chance that this is
just one big, weird misunderstanding?
I mean, it-it kind of tracks.
Are you just gonna believe them?
What, are you a fucking idiot?
No, Maddy, I'm not a fucking idiot.
-He genuinely looks like he's trying to help. -Okay, um… Okay, excuse me.
-Don't touch her! -Okay.
-Oh, God. -SEAN: He's certified to help.
CARLOS: He-he's certified.
KUNLE: How much has she drank tonight?
-I don't fucking know. -Okay.
Well, she seems to be getting drunker and-and-and...
I don't know, she threw up a lot earlier,
but I-I don't know if that's gonna be enough.
She's gonna be okay, though, right?
She's not gonna, like, die, right?
Hey, when did you call 911?
Like ten minutes ago.
They're sort of having trouble figuring out where we are.
Guys, she's getting colder.
KUNLE: Oh. Hey, we-we need...
We need to get her to the hospital, like, now.
I got a better idea.
How about we get the fuck out of here?
Okay? Help is already on the way.
KUNLE: We can't just leave them.
This girl is getting colder, Sean.
-Do you know what that means? -Look-look, I… Look, I...
I don't give a fuck about her temperature.
I give a fuck about us, okay?
That's what I care about.
Y... If it's that fucking serious to you...
Hey, hey, little dress boy.
Huh. Take this. It's yours.
Everybody that's darker than a brown paper bag
should get the fuck from round here.
Los.
-CARLOS: We can't just leave them. -Yes, we can.
SEAN: She just said they're gonna be here any minute.
And I ain't trying to be no fucking hashtag.
-SEAN: Le! -MADDY: Why does she look like that?
Why does she got all these bruises on her face?
…there's got to be something, um...
Look. Hey, we did it.
-We did what the fuck you wanted to do. -ALICE: She's gonna be fine.
We got her some help. Let's go.
They're too drunk to drive. Everybody's too drunk to drive.
-They can't… -I… -SEAN: Le...
I can drive.
-Don't be fucking idiots, okay? -Rafa.
We can't just leave them.
ALICE: She's-she's gonna be fine.
-Maddy, it's-it's gonna be okay. -MADDY: Emma.
Fine.
Y'all want to play fucking heroes and shit.
Get a medal, huh?
I'm out.
And it's not because I'm a bitch or a coward that I'm leaving.
I don't care if y'all think that of me.
MADDY: Guys, come on!
I just want to make it to the next day with my friends.
But my friends just keep wanting to help these fucking white people.
Pay attention, Kunle.
-MADDY: Guys, she needs help. Let's go. -ALICE: We need to go.
-ALICE: Come on, guys. -MADDY: Hurry.
♪ ♪
(van doors close)
(engine rumbling)
♪ ♪
MADDY: What?
I think I need to start CPR.
Um...
-What? -KUNLE: I think we...
-Okay. -CARLOS: Sh-Should I stop?
-Should we stop? -KUNLE: No.
No, no, no. We-we need to go.
Can you help me get her down? Here, we need some space.
-ALICE: Okay, okay. Um, ready? -KUNLE: Make sure her head is...
-Um, one, two, three. -Careful.
(grunting)
KUNLE: Okay, I can get her head,
-if you cross over. -MADDY: Okay, w-w-wait. Wait.
-KUNLE: All right? It's okay. -ALICE: You ready? There you go.
Okay. Okay, all right, um...
I haven't really done this on a person before.
You got this, man. You can do it.
-KUNLE: All right. -CARLOS: I believe in you.
-You can do it. You got it. -You're right. Okay.
-You can do it. -Yes, I can.
Up and down.
Okay.
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
Could you, like, not sing that song right now?
-♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪ -Oh, oh, Maddy, Maddy, it's, um,
to keep the CPR tempo.
-♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪ -I-I saw it on Reddit. -What?
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Stayin' alive... ♪
(crying): Why are you singing it, too?
(all except Maddy vocalizing)
No, no, no, no, it's just... it's just the main part,
-just the main part. -Right, right. Okay, okay.
(bike bell dings)
(hip-hop playing in distance)
-(indistinct chatter) -(hip-hop playing inside)
KUNLE: ♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Stayin' alive... ♪
-(siren whooping) -CARLOS: Fuck.
♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
Uh, what do I do?
-Sh-Should I pull over? -ALICE: Turn the flashers on.
♪ Stayin' alive ♪
-ALICE: Turn the flashers on. -CARLOS: Right, right.
(siren whooping)
I don't know where anything is in this car.
-Up here. -Right, right, right, right, right.
OFFICER (over speaker): Pull over.
(siren wailing)
-Pull over now, and let the hostage go. -Shit. Shit. Shit.
ALICE: We're not hostages! We're not...
(voice muffled)
OFFICER: That doesn't look good.
Pull over.
Pull over now, and let the hostage go.
CARLOS: We're trying to take her to the hospital!
-Yo, right, right, right, right. -Right. Right, yeah.
-(tires squealing) -(Maddy screams)
-(Maddy chuckling) -Fuck, man! Come on.
CARLOS: They really think that we kidnapped you guys.
Yeah. Fuck, fuck.
-Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. -(Maddy laughing)
Come on. Stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Come on.
-(over speaker): Pull over. -(sirens wailing)
♪ ♪
(Kunle grunts)
KUNLE: Come on.
(Kunle panting)
Come on. Come on.
-(panting) -ALICE: Maddy.
KUNLE: Stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
(sirens wailing)
(tires screeching)
KUNLE: Come on. Come on, Emma!
MADDY: This is all my fault.
-Stayin' alive, stayin' alive. -ALICE: Maddy.
I ditched her 'cause I didn't want to hang out with a fucking high schooler.
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
(sobbing): I'm so fucking stupid.
We are almost there, okay?
It's gonna be okay.
-OFFICER: Pull over. -(sirens wailing, horns honking)
(frantic, indistinct chatter)
-Right here, right here, right. -Right?
CARLOS: We-we're turning!
(Maddy sobbing)
(sirens wailing)
-(cries out) -♪ ♪
(tires squealing)
Stop.
Um...
(siren whoops)
KUNLE (breathlessly): ♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha ♪
♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
♪ Ha, ha... ♪ Come on!
(whimpering)
OFFICER: Step out of the vehicle now!
-♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪ -You have until the count of three!
Guys, we got to get out.
-One! -Go, Carlos!
CARLOS: Uh, yeah, yeah.
Um, what do I do? I-I...
How-how do I open the door with my...
-Two! -ALICE: Maddy, look at me.
I swear it's okay. I swear it is.
OFFICER: Three!
CARLOS: Come on.
-CARLOS: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. -♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
(flashers clicking rhythmically)
-(panting) -ALICE: There's been a mistake.
(Kunle grunting)
(sound fading)
(distantly): ♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪
-OFFICER: Hands up! -(clicking stops)
♪ ♪
-(muffled): Step out of the vehicle now! -I was just trying to help her.
(normal voice): I was just trying to help her! I was...
(groans, sobs)
-I was just trying to help. -MADDY: No! No!
-I didn't do anything wrong. -Wait! Just wait!
-I didn't do anything wrong. -My sister...
-My sister needs a doctor. Listen to me. -OFFICER: Listen, calm down. Calm down.
-Listen to me. Listen. -Step back.
KUNLE (crying): I didn't do anything wrong. I'm trying to help.
-I'm trying to help. -My sister needs a doctor.
I'm just trying to help. I'm just trying to help.
-Use your fucking eyes! My sister's dying! -KUNLE (crying): Please help me. Please.
-(crying): I didn't do anything wrong. -Listen to me.
-(sniffles, sobs) -My sister needs a doctor!
I was trying to help.
-(sobbing continues) -MADDY: Who the fuck are you?
Help my sister now!
My sister needs help!
Use your fucking eyes!
My sister's dying in that van!
Stop arresting us, and get her some help!
-Please, please, Emma! -OFFICER: We need a medic!
-You, stay there. -Get my sister some fucking help!
-(whimpering) -MADDY: Please, please!
Emma!
(Maddy sobbing)
(crying): Please, just let me see her.
-Just let me get to her, please! -OFFICER: Careful.
Emma, Emma.
-(breath trembling) -(Maddy sobbing, mutters)
♪ ♪
(chuckles softly, sniffles)
♪ ♪
(Kunle sniffles)
(Kunle sniffling)
♪ ♪
(Kunle sniffles)
(groans)
♪ ♪
(coughing)
(toilet flushes)
-(sniffs) -(indistinct chatter nearby)
-(sighs) -(hip-hop playing in distance)
(toilet flushing)
(door opens, closes)
(water running)
(water stops)
(door opens, closes)
(sighs)
♪ What did you say? Bustin' that, bust that, bustin' all day ♪
♪ What that, what that, Ducky don't play ♪
♪ Bustin' that, bust that, bustin' all day ♪
-♪ I go crazy ♪ -♪ What did you say? ♪
♪ Bustin' that, bust that, bustin' all day ♪
♪ What that, what that, Ducky don't play ♪
♪ Bustin' that, bust that, bustin' all day ♪
-♪ I go crazy ♪ -♪ What did you say? ♪
♪ Bustin' that, bust that, bustin' all day, ♪
(Alice speaking quietly nearby)
-(low): And then Maddy couldn't find her sister. -Mm-hmm.
And then we were looking for her everywhere
and so we started tracking...
(continues indistinctly)
OFFICER: All right.
I'm giving you kids a warning.
You're free to go.
Is she gonna be okay, Officer?
Well, I can't make any promises,
but probably, yes.
If somebody is unconscious,
just call the pros next time, all right?
Okay.
♪ ♪
(van door closes)
You all right, man?
Yeah. I just want, um...
I just want to go...
I just want to go and check my cultures. That's all.
Just, uh, I think I can still save some of them.
Hey.
-It's okay if you're not okay. -(chuckles)
Come on, man, I'm fine.
I'm fine. I'm f...
-Kunle. Hey, Kunle. -I'm fine. No...
You're my hero, man.
What you did, you...
You were a fucking badass tonight, all right?
Yeah.
You were.
You know, I almost pissed on my fucking self.
I actually... I-I think I...
I probably did a little.
(both chuckle softly)
To the lab?
-Yeah. -(pats arm)
-(pats back) -Lead the way.
(Kunle sighs heavily)
Sean.
(Sean grunts softly)
You're alive, bro. You're alive.
Yeah, I am.
Yeah, looks like you had a legendary night after all.
Can you...
How's Goldilocks?
(exhales)
CARLOS: She's probably gonna be okay.
SEAN: That's good.
-(grunts) -Can you… Exc...
Excuse me.
I tried to jam it closed with a fork, but it didn't work.
I just used my body.
And I don't really know how to tell if bacteria is still alive or not.
Yeah, I-I, um...
I think I'm-I'm gonna...
bathroom.
(door opens, closes)
SEAN: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I know...
I'm just... I'm...
I'm sorry for everything, man. I...
I'm sorry I left you, bro.
And I'm sorry for saying that your babies might be dead.
I-I... I apologize, all right?
And if they are, I'll tell Princeton that it was my fault.
You know, man, um...
there was a...
There was a moment tonight where, uh,
I had to do CPR.
I was terrified.
It was real...
And then the cops showed up.
One of them had a gun, man, and he just pointed it in my face.
(crying): And I kept saying...
"I'm just trying to help, I'm just trying to help, I'm just trying to help."
"We didn't do anything wrong. I'm just trying to help."
Sean, it didn't matter.
He just...
he put my face in the ground...
The gun... (breath trembling)
I kept thinking, like, "Oh, shit.
I'm about to die right now."
I don't ever want to feel that way again.
I felt so hopeless, Sean. I felt...
I felt so...
I couldn't do anything.
We didn't do anything wrong.
I just wanted...
You were right.
Okay, you were right.
You said that it was gonna happen that way, and it happened that way.
You were right, and I know why you left,
and I do not blame you, Sean.
I just don't want to feel that way...
I'm sorry that happened to you, man.
-I'm so sorry, Le. -It's fine.
-No, it's not. -It's fine.
It's-it's really fine.
That shit ain't okay.
I was so fucking scared, man.
No, I know.
-(exhales) All right... -(Kunle sobbing)
I know.
I was so scared.
I don't know, man.
I'm really sorry about all of this.
I'm really sorry about the Legendary Tour.
-And, um... -(laughs)
Fuck the tour.
I almost lost my brother. (chuckles)
Give a fuck about a tour.
It was never about the parties, man.
(whispers): The fucking parties.
(sniffs) When I found out that you was going to Princeton,
shit, I just got happy as shit.
Wh-wh-what?
Wait, you knew I was going to Princeton?
(laughing): Yeah.
Man, I knew before you did.
Saw that big-ass envelope in the mail.
I don't know, man, I just...
Look, everybody know that you gonna be like
the Barack Obama of fungus and bacteria and such,
win a Nobel Prize and shit, man.
You gonna have your own Wikipedia page, you fucking nerd.
(both laugh)
You gonna change the world, bro.
Ten years from now, none of this shit gonna mean nothing to you.
(sniffles)
It just scared me, bro.
You wasn't gonna say nothing to me.
Just gonna leave and... (shuddering exhale)
Just tried to do something, you know?
The-the Legendary Tour would've worked, you know?
We could've been on the Wall of Firsts, and...
I don't know, man.
Something to prove that, you know, uh, I guess we both went here together.
And we was friends, you know?
Come on, Sean...
we are still going to be friends when we graduate.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
You're my best friend.
You're my best friend, too.
And I really was going to tell you about Princeton.
It's just, um... I was. I just... I'm not even sure if I want to go.
-All right. (chuckles) -I'm serious. I'm not...
Just because we're emotional don't mean that we're stupid.
I'm just not sure I...
Look, it's Princeton.
You got to fucking go to Princeton.
You earned it, and you deserve it, Le.
Plus, I don't even got a job. I could move closer to you.
Wait, where is... where is...
Where is, uh, Princeton?
It's in New Jersey.
-Oh, fuck. I-I... -I know. I know.
I know, it's New Jersey, but...
-it's not that... -Yeah, I-I should've thought first.
It's... Yeah, it's still Jersey.
But it's an hour away from Philly and New York,
-so that's at least... -(water running)
I would not drink that.
It's just water, Kunle. I'm thirsty.
It... Okay.
You know what, I think you can have your own Wikipedia page, too.
-Mm. -Yeah.
But finishing your thesis, graduating...
-Oh, shit. -These are baby steps.
Like, we don't have to have it all planned out
-if we can just take... -Hey, hey, hey, hey.
-I can have... What? -Hey, hey, hey, calm... calm.
No more lectures, all right?
Deal. No more lectures.
(laughing): All right.
Come on, man.
I love you, bro.
I love you, too, man.
-Group hug! -What? Oh, shit.
-Group hug is coming! -It's okay.
-(grunting) -It's all right.
-Let me in. Let me in. -Wait, wait.
You got to move your fanny pack out the way.
-Hey. Oh. -So you can get in here without poking people.
Oh, tuck in.
-Oh, it feels good, right? -It's good. -Yeah.
-There you go. -It's great.
-No, don't, don't, don't go up and down. -Oh, don't-don't go up and down.
-Don't go up and down. -That's a little too much.
-That's where it ends. -(Sean sighs)
They're all okay.
-(yells excitedly, laughs) -KUNLE: They're all all right.
-(Sean sighs) -KUNLE: Oh, wow.
Oh, I'm so tired.
And I'm so fucking hungry.
Geez, Sean, I...
What a novel and challenging problem you're having.
I wish there was a solution to that problem.
(makes whooshing sound)
-There you go. -He flipped his fanny pack around.
(Carlos laughs)
I got you, fam.
All right.
They actually come in handy.
(long sigh)
(sighs)
All right, come on.
(grunts)
♪ ♪
CARLOS (chuckles): Safe at last.
(bird chirping)
SEAN: I'm-I'm so high, actually.
Los, did you actually run away from the police?
-(man groans) -CARLOS: A little bit.
-Oh. -KUNLE: Oh. No.
-Not our problem. -(Sean sputters, chuckles)
Not our problem.
("Weekend" by Ombachi playing)
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
♪ What, what plans for the weekend? ♪
♪ I could be the man you been seekin', yeah ♪
♪ Tell me, what's your plans for the weekend... ♪
(singsongy): This'll be your piece.
-Thank you. -You're very welcome.
KUNLE: Is it… sweet?
-KUNLE: You-you think so? -BIANCA: Yeah.
Those hips don't lie. Certainly.
No, no, hips do not lie. I've been...
-I've been practicing a-a little bit. -Oh.
And I-I heard that you... that, you know...
that you did, like, a little bit of dance.
-A little bit. Yeah. -And I thought that I would try just a little bit.
(talking indistinctly)
♪ Go 'head and hop in ♪
♪ 'Cause what's the point of gettin' fly ♪
♪ Without you in the cockpit? ♪
♪ What's the joy in gettin' by with nobody to floss with? ♪
♪ Aw, shit... ♪
So...
-Uh… -(speaks indistinctly)
-That's great. That's good. -Oh. Okay.
-Thank you. -You're welcome. Um...
(knocking on door)
Hey, could you... could you get that?
Uh, it's...
-I'm gonna... -Yeah.
-Okay, I-I'll be right back. -Okay.
Yeah, I'm-I'm up. I'm up.
(music continues playing)
Just one second.
Hi.
MADDY: Hey.
Is Carlos here?
Hey, Carlos!
-Yeah, wait, wait, wait. -Hey, Carlos.
Just-just hold on a second.
Now, Los.
-Come here now. -A-All right, all right. Wait, wait, wait.
(coughing)
Hi.
Emma, this is Kunle and Carlos. They saved your life.
(Emma chuckles)
Uh, so we don't want to intrude.
We just... we just had something we wanted to say.
You-you're going first, okay?
Oh. Uh...
Thank you.
Um... (chuckles)
for everything.
Getting me to the hospital and...
Sorry for apparently breaking in and throwing up everywhere.
So embarrassing.
MADDY: Yeah, I-I literally live two doors down,
so I think she thought this was my house.
That's what we think I thought.
We don't really know because I don't remember...
-anything. -Right.
(short chuckle)
MADDY: But, uh, yeah, we can...
we can help pay for any rugs that need to be cleaned or...
KUNLE: It's cool.
-It's hard... it's hardwood floors. -MADDY: Or... Right.
Or the car.
-'Cause I know that... -It's fine. We're just happy
that you're, uh... that you're better.
MADDY: Uh, Emma, Emma, why don't you go ahead and, uh...
I'ma talk to them for a second.
-Yeah. -Cool.
Great.
I had, uh, something I wanted to say.
-(paper rustling) -Just one second.
Uh...
Okay, um...
Kunle, Carlos...
I want to extend my deepest apologies
for what transpired the other night.
I'm working on myself and what I put out into the world, and...
Oh.
Um...
MADDY: I'll just leave this in your mailbox then.
♪ ♪
(voice muted)
(siren wailing in distance)
(siren growing louder)
♪ ♪
(siren fades)
("Scapegoat" by KOTA The Friend playing)
♪ ♪
♪ You buried me thinking I wouldn't pop up ♪
♪ Three days and three nights later like I was Lazarus ♪
♪ Water me with the drama, I shoulder all of your trauma ♪
♪ That got absolutely nothing to do with me, it's an honor ♪
♪ I know some people wanna put two in me, that ain't new to me ♪
♪ Envy in they eyes, I'm only doing what's true to me ♪
♪ My flow is froze, you ain't getting close with 32 degrees of separation ♪
♪ You don't even know my type of dedication ♪
♪ Rock bottom where you find gems hidden in revelations ♪
♪ Looking up at Jah, you couldn't bless me with a better basement ♪
♪ I know how to generate passive dollars for generations ♪
♪ Better than scholars and never resort to degradation ♪
♪ I got these scars from war, these ain't for decoration ♪
♪ Thick skin, moving with love, peace is my destination ♪
♪ Made it with people around me saying, "You'll never make it" ♪
♪ Now they get the point, I don't need to hear the exclamation ♪
♪ I forgive a hater, I tell them to save the explanations ♪
♪ I enjoy the ironic vanity in your demonstrations ♪
♪ I been off the grid with my family seeing shit that you could probably see ♪
♪ If you wasn't fixated on me ♪
♪ I'm on a record, really having these conversations for free ♪
♪ Giving you my hard-earned lessons, knowledge, and grief ♪
♪ Making noise, something like a automatic weapon ♪
♪ I'm spraying it from my chest till the chopper coming for me ♪
♪ They dream. ♪
♪ ♪
(music fades)