["Keep in the Dark" by Temples playing]
♪ Keep in the dark to stay out of the light ♪
♪ Just sleeping in the sunlight ♪
[siren wailing]
♪ La...
ERIC: I need an ambulance. Hurry.
My mom-- she's fucking dying, okay?
Just get over here.
♪ La...
[vocalizing]
KIM [muffled under water]: Marco?
♪
Marco?
[muffled giggling]
Okay, fine. You're cheating.
Marco?
Polo!Aah!
[both laughing]
Now I have to kill you.
Well, you got to catch me first.
[laughs]
I got raisin fingers.
I got whipped cream mouth.
[laughing]
You're gonna ruin your lunch.
This is lunch.
[quietly]: Eric.
I'm stealing you for a moment.
Honey, it's okay.
[chuckles awkwardly]
Three minutes.
Henry has his stamps...
[whispers]: but I have these.
Oh.
He bought me this one
on Eric's first birthday.
But that...
is worth more than all of them put together.
30 days sober.
That's hard work.
You changed your life,
and you helped Eric change his.
You need to try this one on.
No. No, I'm still wet.
I'll wreck it.Don't be silly.
Minks live in water.
Okay.
[laughs]
[both chuckling]
Wearing one makes you feel like
you should be wearing one. Mm-hmm.
If I were a nicer person, I'd give you that.
So...
things are good?
With Eric?
Uh...
Kim, honey.
I'm not asking you to give up state secrets.
It's just...
...he said he's been sober before.
We all have, Mrs. Fisher.
Lying's part of the disease.
You're right.
I'm sorry to put you on the spot.
I guess I'm just... used to worrying about him.
He's doing great.
ERIC: He's doing more than great.
And for the record, he's real fuckin' sober.
[quietly]: Look, we have to get back in an hour.
I'll be in my room.
[over stereo]: ♪ Looking like a fisherman...
She's not as bad as you said.
Mm-hmm.[laughs]
Ooh. Sports hero.
Not just sports.
Stop. She's right down the hall.Who cares?
Who cares?[laughing]
♪ They come and open up on me... ♪
[Kim squeals, laughs in other room]
[sighs]
[Kim shouts, laughs]
[music continues in other room]
♪ I'm stuck in my shtick
♪ For crying out loud...
You like the way I kiss?
I love...
...the way you kiss.
♪ For nearly 18 hours
What else?
♪ Traveled down from London...
[chuckling]
[music continues in other room]
♪
You know what else.
♪ Keeping my eyes on the clock... ♪
What else?
♪ I'm stuck in my shtick...
[song fades]
I need you.
I do.
But right now, babe...
we got to go.
[groans]
MARY: But you didn't have
any real lunch.
Sobriety first, Mary.
Thank you, Mrs. Fisher. We had a really great time.
[starts engine]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[phone ringing nearby]
I'd like to report an assault.
[writing]
Did you hear me?
Uh, McFeeble in personnel, please.
Uh, yes, I will hold...
[clears throat]
Hey, uh, I got some Adam Henry busting my balls.
A kid, some assault beef...Eh, I gotta go
door-knock a subpoena.
I got this one.
Put him in Interview 1.
Thanks, Russ.
ERIC: Decker.
Kimberly Decker.
D- E-C-
K- E-R.
Um...
Black hair.
She's 16, I think.
Shorter than me.
Thick glasses.
Time of the assault?
Thursday...
9:15, she pushes through my door
with her brother Kevin.
Took you a while to come in.
Yeah.
They cracked my rib.
[chuckles]: So...
Uh, her brother's got brown hair, um, s...
Uh, six-foot, uh, built, Marine.
You know, he-he came at me, like, hard.
And while I was defending myself,
Kim comes up behind me, she smashes me over the head
with a fucking beer bottle, knocks me out cold.
I mean, you can feel it.
I'll take your word for it.
Anyway, I come to, and there's nobody there.
Any witnesses?
No.
And this attack came out of nowhere?
Look, I barely know her, man. [laughs softly]
Okay. I have everything I need.
Check this out.
[sighs]
What is he looking at?
So, if you barely knew her...
Hey. How did you know it was her older brother Kevin?
Um, I met him once.
Thanks, E.
Oh, yeah? Where?
Uh, Pacific Tides House.
He would... he would, uh,
pick her up sometimes.
It's a drug rehab in, uh, Santa Monica.
Looks like her brother was motivated.
Uh, yeah. He's her... he's her brother, man.
[chuckles]A Marine.
So, in my experience, they generally need a good reason.
Come on. They're fucking order takers.
I served in the Marines.
Cool, man. [chuckles]
[chuckles]I... You know,
no disrespect. So did... so did... so did my dad.
I just... I just mean, you know, you guys have, like, a...
you know, Marines have, like, a...
sense of duty.
And first-class bullshit detectors.
So, this attack...
Hey.
It didn't happen out of nowhere.
Fine. Um, I saw her freebasing
a couple weeks ago, and I told her counselor.
I didn't want to narc her out.
I was just... I was just trying to help her.
They kicked her out of the program, and...
her dad came down really hard on her.
Okay. I'll look into it.
♪
[dog barking in distance]
[rock music playing over stereo]
Move.
What'd you tell him?Just...
Come on. Move.
[grunting]
[sighs] Relax. I kept you out of it.
It's payback time, Chris.
They're gonna lock up Kim and her asshole brother.
[doorbell rings]
Afternoon.
Detective Dave Russell, Van Nuys Police Department.
I'd like to ask you a few questions
with regard to an assault
on Eric Fisher.
[laughs softly]
Unbelievable.
I- I've never freebased cocaine in my life.
Knocking people out with a beer bottle
is aggravated assault.
A beer bottle?
[sighs] He grabbed me, wouldn't let go.
I hit him with his own fucking bong, and...
[sighs] ...and I didn't knock him out.
He ran away.
That's when Chris jumped into it.
Chris. I thought your brother's name was Kevin.
Chris is Eric's roommate. I don't know his last name.
Kevin and I split when Chris started swinging a wrench.
I'm gonna need to talk to Kevin.
Good luck. He's, uh, on his way back to Grenada
to guard fucking sheep.
I just...
went there to get my stuff back.
So, you two were together-- you and Fisher.
Sounds like a rough breakup.
And you brought your brother
with you to get your stuff, your Marine brother.
[sniffles]
It's okay.
If something happened
between the two of you before...
[clock ticking]
It's, uh...
My parents are gonna be... home any second.
[breath quivering]
Uh...
[sighs]
So you two met at rehab?
Pacific Tides House?
It's the one true thing he told you.
I don't want to.
KAREN: Look at your dad and say it.
I... I can't.
It's easy, Kim-- six words.
"When I see you,
I feel..."
When I see you, I feel like dying!
[door slams]
[crying]
[door opens]
ERIC: You okay?
They send you to get me?
Nope.
I sent myself.
To give you a nice...
friendly Eric hug.
[laughs]
Here. [cries, sniffles]
And to say that when I see you,
I think that your dad must be a real dick.
[laughs softly]
Want to get out of here?
Ugh. I can't. My dad will freak.
So will mine.[laughs]
[whoops] I love this car.
It's a '66? Really?
Uh-huh.
1966. That's the year I was born.
Really?Mm-hmm.
Well, that's a sign.
[giggles]
[camera shutter clicks]♪ I gotta keep moving
♪ On down the road
♪ Yeah, the highwayman is trying to get my load... ♪
So I get it. He had a car.
No.
He got me. Um...
He understood.
You're not crazy.
Your dad doesn't know what he's talking about.
It's not his fault, though.
I mean, when I was younger,
I saw things.
Things that weren't real.
How do you know?
Because they just...
because they couldn't be.
You feel like you live...
in a different world,
and that nobody...
sees things the way that you do.
You got to trust yourself
to know what's real...
for you.
That is not how my dad sees it.
Yeah, well, that's his problem.
And you know that.
♪
I got to deal with this
assault complaint.
Mm.
I need a... a little help here.
[clock ticking]
[rock music playing over car stereo]
[horn honks]
KIM: He picked me up from school
every day, and then...
it was back to his apartment.
[giggles]
Every day.
♪ Your body's
Same thing. ♪ Looking ill...
School,
his apartment.
[Eric snorts, chuckles]
[sighing]: Oh.
KIM: Yeah, I should have seen the signs.
[sniffing]
In the end,
I couldn't stand how he looked,
how he smelled.
[coughing]
RUSSELL: Kim?
[clears throat]
RUSSELL: Kim? Kim?
I got a problem here.
If you don't tell me what happened,
I got to take you in on Eric's complaint.No, that...
No, that can't happen.I have no choice.
[sighs]
It only happened once.
A couple of months ago.
My parents can't know I told you.
No.
Okay.
[sizzling]
You got something to tell me?
How do you like your steak?
Are you cheating on me?
What? What?
Kim, no. Come on.
Then how the fuck did I get herpes?
♪ No bark and even less bite
♪ Your perfect smile...
Oh, it's a...
That's a good question. How did you get herpes?
Who the fuck have you been with?
[laughing]: Nice try.
You think I don't know about you and Melanie?
Chris's girlfriend?
[chuckling]: Fucking please.
We're finished.
Wait.Don't... touch me.
Oh, fuck. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.Don't motherfucking touch me!
Ow! [panting]
I said I'm fucking sorry!
[whimpers][grunts]
[Kim whimpers]
Open the door!
Open the fucking door!
[kneeing][Kim yelps, Eric grunts]
♪ Too late, you can't catch up now... ♪
[groans][Kim whimpering, panting]
[gasps] I hate you.
Shut up!
[food sizzling]
I'm sorry.
I know you didn't cheat on me.
I- I do.
[inhales sharply]
Thank you.
That means a lot to me.
ROBERT DECKER: What the hell's going on here?
Detective Dave Russell, LAPD.
You can't talk to her alone. She's 16 years old.
Come with me, honey.
ROBERT: It's all right.
It's all right. We're fine.
RUSSELL: Well, I'm checking on
an assault complaint for an Eric Fisher.
She has nothing to do with that punk.
You want to press charges?
ROBERT: It's been handled, Detective.
The Fisher kid's father and I-- we worked it out.
You worked it out?GINA: Kim, honey?
My daughter has serious problems.KIM: Leave me alone!
Sounds to me like the Fisher kid assaulted your daughter.
And what-- you let his dad pay you off?GINA: Kim?
My daughter's delusional, Detective.[Kim shouts, door slams]
Oh.She sees and hears things
that never happened.
Thanks for coming by, Detective.
[siren wailing in distance]
[dog barking]
[sportscast playing indistinctly]
He did it again.
There should be 30 more dollars in here.
That was me.
I- I was short on cash this morning.
Did you climb through the window to get it?
Next time, clean up your dirt.
Your son is stealing from us again.
He's back on drugs.
Mary, I told you, I took it.
Eric is fine.
My God, you believe that?
And I got some cash today, so I can pay you back.
[scoffs]
♪
KAREN: Kim Decker?
We didn't kick her out.
Her parents transferred her to Northridge.
It's an inpatient program, specializes in dual diagnosis.
When?
A couple months ago. [scoffs]
And God knows where after that.
Program junkies.
And yeah.
When she was here, the Fisher kid was all over her.
He was a bad influence?[chuckles] A couple weeks
after Kim left, we caught him freebasing in the parking lot.
And you kicked him out.
There's no freebasing on campus.
[chuckles]It's one of our big rules.
Did he do something to Kim?
You should talk with her parents. The mom.
She and Kim, they're pretty tight.
[dog barking in distance]
[water running]
Hey, there.
Hey.
You worked today, huh?
Ellen asked me to cover her shift.
DEBBIE: Mommy, my hair!
You finish her, I'll finish dinner.
DEBBIE: This one's name is Leafy. This one's name is B.B.
[laughs]: This one's name is Lucky.
[laughs]
And this one's name is B.B.
B.B.? [laughs]
I am the hair-drying monster.
[screams]I'm the hair-drying monster!
[laughs]Ah, go away, monster.
[trilling]
RUSSELL: Monster dry.Go away, monster.
Monster dry.
[Debbie laughs]
[exhales]
Ah! [laughs][screams]
[horn honking]
ERIC: That's 32 extra horses
right there, man.
You're a fucking wizard, man.
ERIC: Hit it, Chris.
About fucking time.
[engine starts]
Yeah.
[whoops, yells][laughter]
[grunts, groans]
Kill it. Kill it![engine stops]
Shit. Fuck.Uh, yo, you almost burned
his fucking face off.I-I know, Trey.
Fuck!Are you okay?
[dog barking nearby]
We can't do this shit with no money, man.
So let's get some.
My man Romer's got
some sweet new producto.
Romer's Hells Angels.Peruvian flake.
Real money, real quick.
Great. Then-then you deal it.
"E.T. Performance Auto."
Eric and Trey. No more stupid
fucking bullshit dumpster diving.
A real business, all right? A neon sign so big,
you can see that shit from fucking Mulholland Drive, man.
It's time to man up.
♪
[Faith laughs]
FAITH: Henry said that he took the money?
That's just perfect.
Sounds just like him.
You should really think about inpatient care again.
Henry won't pay for another rehab.
Well, if Eric had cancer, would he pay for chemo?
Addiction is a disease.
You have to treat it.
And he has to want to get better.
You know, taking him groceries,
paying for that apartment...
it's not helping, honey.
He's just getting worse.
We have to help him.
Really help him.
Or he's gonna die.
[doorbell rings]
Mare?
Do you want me to get the door?
[doorbell rings]
Afternoon. I'm looking for Henry Fisher.
Is he home?
May I ask what this is about?
Kim helped him.
And you, what,
paid her parents off so she
wouldn't file charges?Oh, honey, calm down.
He attacked that girl.
We don't know that.
No more.
The apartment, the money.
It stops now.
Mary, he's our son.
That's right, and you're his father.
Oh, yes, right, and it's all my fault?
I booked a bed for him at
the New Ellis Clinic.
I wrote a check for $2,500.
What, without asking me?
Make sure it clears.
He's checking in
Friday morning, 10:00 a.m. sharp.
Make sure your son shows up.
[Russell sighs]
RUSSELL: This girl...
she's telling the truth.
It's-it's these fucking parents.
Pay attention here.
[tapping buttons]
DDA Shapiro, please.
Rod.
James Connor, Van Nuys.
Look, Dave Russell's coming in with an assault.
He said, she said, fucked-up teens.
Feels like a reject to me.
I'd appreciate that.
Walk over, get your blue slip, and move on.
It's my fucking case.
Not much of one.
You can thank me later.
[sighs]
You've really got your mom worked up about this.
Yeah. Well, she's...
she's serious about this rehab thing.
And-and so am I.
Mm-hmm. I- I think it's a good idea.
I know, and you're right.
I have to go.
And I will.
I will. I just...
I'm in trouble.
[sighs] Right now I...
I owe money, and I have to pay.
Drug money.
Yeah.
All right.
Then... then think of it this way.
The... this New Ellis Clinic thing?
It's, uh... it's salvation and escape.
[mouth full]: Are you fucking kidding me?
Dad, you can't hide from these people.
They will find me.
How much do you owe?
A lot.
Okay, here's the plan.
If I give you the money now
and we go and pay these people off,
you're at the house first thing Friday morning...
Yes...ready to check in.
Yes.
Okay, fresh start?
Fresh start, yes.
On my life.
On yourlife.
I swear to God.
[short laugh]
So, how-how much is "a lot"?
ERIC: I'm gonna pay you back.
I swear.
You getting straight is paying me back.
Yeah. Okay?
What are you doing?
Well, you're not going in there alone.
You're not going in there.Yes, I am.
You look like a cop.
[chuckles] Okay?
You're gonna get me killed.
Just...
Relax.
Eric, Eric!
Five minutes, I'm coming in.
Okay.
[gate opens]
[shouting in distance]
[baby crying]
WOMAN: Phoebe, get away from that fucking door.
MAN: If you want in...
WOMAN: I'm motherfucking in.
MAN: Well, then you're in.
[laughing]: Okay?WOMAN: Okay.
The man's in back.
[static droning]
NEWSMAN [over radio]: Four months after automaker
John Z. DeLorean was arrested on drug charges,
he now claims he was lured into a drug sting
by the federal government
and pressured to remain involved by death threats.
[loud bang]
Can't park here, asshole.
ROMER: I know who you are, man.
Carano's friend.
Gearhead with the dream.
Eric.
You think you can move some flake, huh?
That's right.
Trey told me that...Let's see it.
Come on, big man.
The long green. What do you got?
Ooh.
[cackles]
Quarter ounce, pure. Six bills.
[flipping through bills]
Cool. Thanks, man.No, come on back.
We're not done.
So, Carano tells me you're throwing a big party,
you're gonna gram that shit out.
You need more, Eric.
Look, that's all I-I got, man.
Ah. Hmm.
[laughs]
Opportunity knocks.
[dogs barking nearby]
Credit.
It's the American way, brother.
I don't know when I can pay you back.
After your party.
Whatever you don't sell,
bring it back along with the cash.
And as long as it all adds up to $1,200, we're cool.
[dogs barking nearby]
[TVs playing indistinctly]
[indistinct chatter in distance]
And Carano believes in you, man.
He thinks you're gonna sell all of it.
[grunts]
When you guys open that shop...
you can trick out my ride.
Jesus Christ.
What the...
What the hell are you doing?
It's over. Come on.
Eric, listen, our house.
Uh-huh.Friday morning, 9:00 a.m. sharp.
Okay.Okay? I'm taking you
to New Ellis myself.And I'm gonna be there.
I swear to God, and look, thank you.
You're a great father.
[snorts, grunts]
[exhales]
Wha...
Oh, shit.[laughter]
Ooh. [laughing]
You did good, man.
You did real fucking good.
Check it out.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Ten, 12,
14, 16,
18, 20. This is what we sell first, right?
All right? This is what we owe.
That'll cover it, okay?
Everything else, you hide.
All right? You don't tell me where.
[sniffs] That's pure profit.
All right?
That right there, that's $5,000.
Okay?
That right there,
that's E&T Performance.
E.T. Performance.Fucking A, man.
[imitates whirring][laughter]
Now, take a few, take these three,
deal them out as samples so that people have a taste.
Everything else...
60 bucks, okay? No freebies.
Now,
if you gents will excuse me,
I got a little more, uh,
work to do.
Oh, shit.
You want to shoot.
You want to be like Trey.
All right.
You want to run that shit?
You want to go for the gusto?
[laughs softly]
[exhales, sniffs]
That's for the future.
Right now, you got work to do.
All right?
Right now, you're building a dream.
Our dream, okay?
Here you go.
Hey. [snorts]
You're in this, too, baby.
Don't feel bad.
You can, uh,
help clean our tools.
[Chris yells]Ha! [laughs]
Get the fuck out of here.[laughing]
Asshole.
[groans] Shit. I feel like I know calculus.
[laughs]Square root of four
is two, square root of 12 is... four.
[both laugh]
[knocking on door]WOMAN: Open up.
LAPD!CHRIS: Fuck! Get rid of the coke. Hide the coke.
CARANO: Fuck!CHRIS: Um...
Hey! Hey!Help.
Shh! Don't you fucking breathe.
I got this.
[knocking on door]
Freeze, motherfucker!
Whoa![laughter]
Very fucking funny, Melanie.
Fucking guys!
Aw, I'm sorry, baby.Aw...
Shit his fucking pants, man.
MELANIE: Amy, tell Chris you're sorry.
[Eric laughing]
Hey, Eric. Where's the party?
Right here, right fucking now.
[laughs]
["Turn Up The Night" by Black Sabbath playing]
Thanks, man.
♪ No rhyme or reason or time of the season ♪
♪ But oh, well
♪ The darkened deliver, I shake and I shiver ♪
♪ Down your soul
♪ You know what to cover
♪ I think for another it's a story told ♪
♪ So get a good hold, yeah
♪
♪ So get a good hold...
Come.
♪ Yeah, turn up the night...
Ah, yeah!
♪ Living after midnight... [hollering]
What's up, man?What's up, man?
♪ Lovin' till the morning
Hi. How are you?
♪ Then I'm gone, I'm gone
ERIC: You tell me.
♪ I took the city about 1:00 a.m. ♪
♪ Loaded...
[heavy metal playing]
Let's fucking dance!
[cheering]
♪
♪ Heard it on the news today
♪ Someone laughs from far away
♪ So far away...
[song fades]
["Down on the Street" by The Stooges playing]
Nah, it's cool, man.
I know you guys are good for it.All right, man.
♪ Whoo!
[laughter]
♪ Down on the street where the faces shine ♪
Here.
It's on me.
♪ Floatin' around
♪ I'm a real low mind...
Thanks, Eric.
How we doing?
Oh, we're getting rich.
Yeah. Nice. Can I see this?
What the fuck?!
You've been giving away E.T. Performance all night, man.
Fuck you, man!
That dope is mine.
Fucking leech.
Fuck you. Fuck...
[muffled grunting]
WOMAN: Trey, stop!
[muffled grunting]
Let him go, Trey![gasps]
Hey! I'll cut your fucking throat!
[laughing][coughs]
Piece of shit.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, big man.
Party's over.
[sniffs] Come on, Amy.
Fucking asshole.
I'm done with these babies.Come here.
Come here.
You okay?
[sniffs] You really got to learn how to fight, man.
[sniffs, exhales]
I can't keep bailing you out. [sniffs]
I know how to fight.
Really?Yeah.
Then show me.
I was in a pool, man.
"Oh, I was in a pool."Stop.
S... Dude, stop.Come-come here and show me
you know how to fight. Prove it. Stop.
I'll give your little picture back if you show me
that you know how to fight. Stop. Stop.
Stop? You want me to stop?Yes. Don't.
Show me.
Oh, shit! Okay.
Fuck you, man.[both laugh]
Impressive. Impressive.
[chuckles]
[panting]
[zipping]
Whoa.
I'm no faggot, faggot. Get the fuck off me.
What the f... Fuck off, man.
What the fuck did you call me?Ow!
Fuck, man. Shit.
I- I'm sorry.
Fuck you! Get your shit.
Get the fuck out!
Don't fucking touch my shit!
You really don't want to do that!
Okay.
[door opens, closes]
[door opens]
♪
Hey.
[panting]
Look at you, so worked up.
You take some lines without me? Yeah.
I owe you.
[radio broadcast plays indistinctly]
Don't worry. He'll be here.
You keep telling yourself that.
[door opens]
Are you coming back?
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter]
[baby crying]
[snoring]
[sighs]
ERIC: Fuck.
[clattering]
No. God, fuck!
Can't fucking find it...
Fuck! I can't fucking find this shit! Fuck! Shit!
Eric.
Whatever you're looking for, it doesn't matter.
Oh, you think? Fucking really?It doesn't matter.
You need to come with me.
No, no, no, no, no. No. No! No!Yeah. I need you to come...
I- I need to find it, and you need to fucking help me.
I want to help you.
I do. That's why I'm here.
Shit. Fuck. No.
No.
But unless you come with me right now,
I can't do that.
Um... Uh...
Okay. No.
[exhales]
No.Last chance, Eric.
Okay. No. No.
No. Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
[exhales]
[laughs]
Oh... Oh...
Oh, shit.
Wait! Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Please, please, wait.
Mom, Mom, I'm going. Okay?
I swear. I swear I'm going.[engine starts]
You need to get in the car right now.
No, no, I just... I got to... I got a couple things
I got to straighten out here, okay?
But I'm gonna be there later today.
All right?
Okay.
All right.
See you.
I'm going!
I'm gonna go! I promise!
[sighs]
[mutters softly]
[loud hammering]
Mary, what are you doing?
[scoffs]
M- Mary, listen, I- I-I just talked with Eric.
We-we have a new plan. Okay?
And I talked with New Ellis,
and they're on board with it, too, okay?
It's all worked out.
Mary, he's checking in tomorrow morning, okay?
♪
MARY: If you're looking for Henry
or Mary Fisher, leave a message, and we'll call you back.
If you're looking for Eric,
this machine no longer accepts messages on his behalf.
[device whirring]
[clicking]
MARY [over device]: If you're looking for Henry
or Mary Fisher, leave a message, and we'll call you back.
If you're looking for Eric,
this machine no longer accepts messages on his behalf.
[device beeps]
[doorbell rings]
[doorbell ringing repeatedly]
Oh, Jesus.
Eric... [sighs]
[doorbell ringing]
[door opens]
What can I do for you?
CHRIS: I was gonna ask you the same.
What can I do for you?