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Well, oh...
And a house. Valued at 350 thousand.
So where's that leave us?
So. When is the wedding.
Tomorrow. We are getting married tomorrow.
We'll be ready Adam.
I know you'll be. Three hours.
That's one idea.
No...we want padded chairs...okay?
Real times.
They've all been real times. And as you prepare to enter into a new phase of life, as you prepare for new roles; father, husband, teacher, you will, as I have, come to except the letting go of of old ways. Soon, the mellowing will begin...
No. No. No. It's what my father said to me. He said it and he meant it... He said to me...He said, Adam, he said...He told me and I heard him... he said... Hell he said so many Goddamn things I can't remember everything he said for Christsake.
Right! That's exactly what I'm saying. My father said, first of all, I'm your father not your friend. I'm your father.
Are you solid with that?
No. I think it's fucked.
Then fuck what your father said, cause I'm gonna tell you right now...You'll know what it's all about, why you got married and why you love her when you wake up at three in the morning, and the streetlight's coming through the window and it's just catching a corner of her face, like a sleeping angel. And her hair smells sweet and she's your's. She's all your's. Do you see where I'm going here?
The bucks gonna stop right here. If my son doesn't know the six New England states, if he has trouble with geography, I won't stick it in his face. I'll help the little guy. I'll put him in the car and take him out there. I'll take him to Maine for a big Lobster dinner, go skiing in Vermont, hot dogs at Yankee Stadium...I won't stare him down.
Don't ever stare him down.
I won't do it.
Don't eyeball your kids.
I tell mine that they're little men. I tell them they're strong. They make me feel joy. I let 'em know. So they really know that I need them just as much. You know. Just as much man. And you know, you're their godfather...
I know and I'm honored...
If anything ever happens to me...
I know...
Y'see? That's the real point here. That's what I'm driving for, when the big storm comes and knocks down all the forests and the rocks fall down and the leave's are bare. What's left? The little trees, the little fellas that the storm didn't see. The tiny little...
Either side you idiot. I'm calling 911.
What happened? Oh my God...
No way.
It has to be done.
I want you to hear me out.
What.
You and I have done nothing. You especially. We are innocent.
I don't think so.
We are. We go to the police. We tell them the truth. Now. Before they find out. Now. We save ourselves.
Have you thought about what I said?
Jesus Adam, can we not get into this now please?
I got a migraine like a little monkey kicking in the side of my skull, Mike Tyson with a fucking sledge hammer trying to crack...
I got you.
Where's the bathroom?
Don't snap at them!
They're driving me nuts!
They're singing.
Honey, go in there and get some Starbursts.
What?
They're screaming for Starbursts.
Later.
They're screaming like monsters and it's giving me a headache. Go get some fucking Starbursts.
Where's the candy?
There is no candy!
What do you mean? It's it's a Goddamn MiniMart?!
Four hours and fifteen minutes. I can make Vegas in 3 and change.
I'm not getting a ticket.
Don't even start.
You want to hear me out?
One idea that if you had fucking listened to, you would each be worth approximately 15 million dollars.
You can't keep bringing up Starbucks. That was your only real hit in like 75 tries.
I set up Fisher with the broker that found his house. Took care of that one, didn't I? Prison Communications.
More.
Over eight years of some of the hardest raging experiences of my life.
She's got no fucking pulse.
You don't know what you're doing.
Wait!
What?
What are you doing?
What are you talking about?
What do you think you are doing?
I'm calling the ambulance.
Just wait a second. Wait one second. Okay. What are you doing?
Calling the ambulance.
Why? Why? She's dead. Why are you calling an ambulance?
We have to call the ambulance.
Why?
Everybody shut up. LISTEN TO ME!
Listen to me. Please. Everybody just calm down a bit here. Okay... First...are we sure she's dead?
Her head's bashed in and her heart isn't beating.
Are you sure this was an accident?
You're a lying deviant. What did you do?!
Stop it! Listen to me. Let's just take a second here and take hold of the situation, OK? Let's just review our options here.
We have a dead woman bleeding all over the bathroom. What options? Call the police.
Call the police. Okay, that's one option.
That is not an "option." There is no multiple choice here.
Yes sir, there sure is an option here. There are always options.
Stop it!
There's more.
Just stop.
Just giving the facts.
I'm calling the police.
What were we doing officer? Why didn't we help her? Well...we're all a bit high, you know, bachelor party, that kind of thing. Fisher here is getting married in three days...Beautiful wife ...he didn't have anything at all to do with it...It was all Micheal here... just Micheal...
Bury her out in the desert.
Sure, why not.
You don't just casually walk out of a Vegas Casino with a dead woman.
We can do this. We can get her out of here.
Have you completely lost your mind? So you get her out of here. So you get her out into the desert somehow, without anybody seeing, so what, you don't think at some point somebody might notice that she's gone?
Nobody knows she's here. I called her personally. Nobody knows.
Her blood is all over the bathroom. I'd say that's a bit of a DNA problem.
It's a marble floor, we can clean it up.
Her fucking head was caved in.
So I didn't fucking do it!
She's got bondage burns on her wrists. There's blow all over the room, Moore looks like he went at it with a mountain lion. This room looks like the Manson Family stayed here a month. Micheal goes down, we all go down.
Wrap her up in blankets. Bring the car around to the back of the hotel, throw her off the balcony, put her in the car...Done.

Well, oh...

And a house. Valued at 350 thousand.

So where's that leave us?

So. When is the wedding.

Tomorrow. We are getting married tomorrow.

We'll be ready Adam.

I know you'll be. Three hours.

That's one idea.

No...we want padded chairs...okay?

Real times.

They've all been real times. And as you prepare to enter into a new phase of life, as you prepare for new roles; father, husband, teacher, you will, as I have, come to except the letting go of of old ways. Soon, the mellowing will begin...

No. No. No. It's what my father said to me. He said it and he meant it... He said to me...He said, Adam, he said...He told me and I heard him... he said... Hell he said so many Goddamn things I can't remember everything he said for Christsake.

Right! That's exactly what I'm saying. My father said, first of all, I'm your father not your friend. I'm your father.

Are you solid with that?

No. I think it's fucked.

Then fuck what your father said, cause I'm gonna tell you right now...You'll know what it's all about, why you got married and why you love her when you wake up at three in the morning, and the streetlight's coming through the window and it's just catching a corner of her face, like a sleeping angel. And her hair smells sweet and she's your's. She's all your's. Do you see where I'm going here?

The bucks gonna stop right here. If my son doesn't know the six New England states, if he has trouble with geography, I won't stick it in his face. I'll help the little guy. I'll put him in the car and take him out there. I'll take him to Maine for a big Lobster dinner, go skiing in Vermont, hot dogs at Yankee Stadium...I won't stare him down.

Don't ever stare him down.

I won't do it.

Don't eyeball your kids.

I tell mine that they're little men. I tell them they're strong. They make me feel joy. I let 'em know. So they really know that I need them just as much. You know. Just as much man. And you know, you're their godfather...

I know and I'm honored...

If anything ever happens to me...

I know...

Y'see? That's the real point here. That's what I'm driving for, when the big storm comes and knocks down all the forests and the rocks fall down and the leave's are bare. What's left? The little trees, the little fellas that the storm didn't see. The tiny little...

Either side you idiot. I'm calling 911.

What happened? Oh my God...

No way.

It has to be done.

I want you to hear me out.

What.

You and I have done nothing. You especially. We are innocent.

I don't think so.

We are. We go to the police. We tell them the truth. Now. Before they find out. Now. We save ourselves.

Have you thought about what I said?

Jesus Adam, can we not get into this now please?

I got a migraine like a little monkey kicking in the side of my skull, Mike Tyson with a fucking sledge hammer trying to crack...

I got you.

Where's the bathroom?

Don't snap at them!

They're driving me nuts!

They're singing.

Honey, go in there and get some Starbursts.

What?

They're screaming for Starbursts.

Later.

They're screaming like monsters and it's giving me a headache. Go get some fucking Starbursts.

Where's the candy?

There is no candy!

What do you mean? It's it's a Goddamn MiniMart?!

Four hours and fifteen minutes. I can make Vegas in 3 and change.

I'm not getting a ticket.

Don't even start.

You want to hear me out?

One idea that if you had fucking listened to, you would each be worth approximately 15 million dollars.

You can't keep bringing up Starbucks. That was your only real hit in like 75 tries.

I set up Fisher with the broker that found his house. Took care of that one, didn't I? Prison Communications.

More.

Over eight years of some of the hardest raging experiences of my life.

She's got no fucking pulse.

You don't know what you're doing.

Wait!

What?

What are you doing?

What are you talking about?

What do you think you are doing?

I'm calling the ambulance.

Just wait a second. Wait one second. Okay. What are you doing?

Calling the ambulance.

Why? Why? She's dead. Why are you calling an ambulance?

We have to call the ambulance.

Why?

Everybody shut up. LISTEN TO ME!

Listen to me. Please. Everybody just calm down a bit here. Okay... First...are we sure she's dead?

Her head's bashed in and her heart isn't beating.

Are you sure this was an accident?

You're a lying deviant. What did you do?!

Stop it! Listen to me. Let's just take a second here and take hold of the situation, OK? Let's just review our options here.

We have a dead woman bleeding all over the bathroom. What options? Call the police.

Call the police. Okay, that's one option.

That is not an "option." There is no multiple choice here.

Yes sir, there sure is an option here. There are always options.

Stop it!

There's more.

Just stop.

Just giving the facts.

I'm calling the police.

What were we doing officer? Why didn't we help her? Well...we're all a bit high, you know, bachelor party, that kind of thing. Fisher here is getting married in three days...Beautiful wife ...he didn't have anything at all to do with it...It was all Micheal here... just Micheal...

Bury her out in the desert.

Sure, why not.

You don't just casually walk out of a Vegas Casino with a dead woman.

We can do this. We can get her out of here.

Have you completely lost your mind? So you get her out of here. So you get her out into the desert somehow, without anybody seeing, so what, you don't think at some point somebody might notice that she's gone?

Nobody knows she's here. I called her personally. Nobody knows.

Her blood is all over the bathroom. I'd say that's a bit of a DNA problem.

It's a marble floor, we can clean it up.

Her fucking head was caved in.

So I didn't fucking do it!

She's got bondage burns on her wrists. There's blow all over the room, Moore looks like he went at it with a mountain lion. This room looks like the Manson Family stayed here a month. Micheal goes down, we all go down.

Wrap her up in blankets. Bring the car around to the back of the hotel, throw her off the balcony, put her in the car...Done.