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  • (Running)

  • (Running)

  • (Hateful laughing)

  • Faggot

  • Come here Pretty Boy, fuck you (Bang)

  • (Water splashes) You okay in there?

  • Yeah!

  • We're leaving in 45 minutes.

  • Sean!

  • Okay Dad.

  • 00:02:03,840 --> 00:02:06,900 Okay..! This is it.

  • You ready?

  • Happy birthday, son.

  • I'll be right out...

  • Don't touch my shit.

  • Sure.

  • (Chuckle)

  • Smoke..?

  • You like music?

  • You like it fast or slow?

  • (Aggressive coughing)

  • Hmph

  • You look hot.

  • No?

  • No.

  • Yeah... Huh, your Dad said you had something for me?

  • Yeah he gave me 500 dollars.

  • (Sigh of relief) He picked the birthday special.

  • Happy birthday.

  • What's your name?

  • Sean James Collins.

  • Sean James Collins...

  • Sounds like a dirty cocktail.

  • I like that... (Chuckle)

  • What's your name?

  • Whatever you want it to be.

  • You pick.

  • Just wanna pretend I'm some girl at school..?

  • Or maybe a teacher?

  • Wanna call me Mama?

  • Whatever you want, baby.

  • (Sigh of impatience)

  • My name's Katie.

  • It's nice to meet you, Katie!

  • Ah, you too!

  • Take off your pants.

  • (Shuffling)

  • (Heavy breathing)

  • You ever played Cowgirl?

  • Cowgirl?

  • So I'm on top...

  • And you lie there doing nothing...

  • And I do this...

  • Oh...

  • See something you like?

  • Wait, wait, wait...

  • I've never done this before...

  • Oh I have.

  • (Giggle)

  • I'm gonna teach you.

  • Stop! Stop! Stop!

  • What is wrong with you, kid?!

  • I just don't want to have sex with someone like you.

  • Then why the fuck are you here?

  • Get your shit, and get the fuck out.

  • I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-to...

  • Are you deaf? I said get the fuck, out.

  • Wait I-I... I have the money.

  • I don't need your money.

  • I don't need your bullshit.

  • Leave.

  • (Police sirens in the distance)

  • Hello?

  • (Knock x5)

  • I can get more money?

  • Can I come back inside, please?

  • I think I need your help tonight.

  • (Sigh) Fuck...

  • How much?

  • Maybe a couple hundred more?

  • (Sigh) You got 2 minutes.

  • I never told anybody about anything.

  • I don't know why I'm telling you.

  • Well you better hurry up.

  • (Trembling) My...

  • My Dad...

  • ...found a magazine in my room...

  • And?

  • It had naked men in it.

  • I'm so ashamed.

  • (Emotional) I just keep praying t-to God, to... Mom...

  • For this to go away.

  • But... I can't.

  • It won't.

  • I thought I would fix this tonight.

  • Maybe we should just have sex now.

  • I'm hungry. (Sigh)

  • Are you hungry?

  • (Knock x5)

  • (Window rolls down)

  • Everything okay?

  • We're hungry.

  • That's gonna be extra.

  • (Mumble)

  • How's it going?

  • Good.

  • Nothing I can't handle.

  • Thank you.

  • And God bless.

  • Disgusting.

  • You should've seen what I had on last night, honey.

  • This town has enough trash as it is...

  • Honey. (Mockingly)

  • I can see that.

  • How dare you?

  • How dare I what?

  • You gonna clean that up?

  • Good night cat-lady.

  • People, you know? Hmph!

  • What are we in the mood for?

  • I could do some chips?

  • Salt and vinegar or sour cream and onion?

  • Salt and vinegar?

  • Correct.

  • (Clearing her throat)

  • Excuse me?!

  • So... You like girls, guys or both?

  • Okay... You have this magic compass in your pants called a "penis".

  • Just let it point you in the right direction.

  • Who do you want to kiss the most?

  • I've never kissed anyone before.

  • Oh, that wasn't the question.

  • Peanut butter and jelly sandwich, it sound good? (Awkwardly)

  • (Sigh)

  • Pick a muffin.

  • We got... blueberry, chocolate chip, bran, and uh... pumpkin.

  • Pumpkin.

  • Pumpkin it is.

  • How long have you liked pumpkin muffins?

  • Always.

  • Then if you want to eat a pumpkin muffin, you eat a pumpkin muffin.

  • And you don't let anybody deny you that fucking pumpkin muffin, you got it?

  • ...Okay.

  • Good.

  • Here hold this.

  • Hey, open that.

  • I need one more thing.

  • Here.

  • Make a wish.

  • You're not from around here, are ya?

  • No.

  • About an hour away.

  • You're in highschool?

  • Yeah, I'm a senior.

  • Do you mind?

  • Go ahead.

  • Did it bother you?

  • About these people in the store tonight.

  • No.

  • Not anymore.

  • People ever look at you weird..?

  • Call you names..?

  • People at school call me a lot of names.

  • Like what.

  • Pretty boy, mostly.

  • It doesn't bother me, though.

  • Really?

  • Yeah...

  • My Mom used to call me that.

  • She said I was her pretty boy.

  • Weird, huh?

  • No.

  • Not really.

  • What are you covering up?

  • (Knock x3)

  • Sean, it's your father.

  • Shit!

  • Take of you clothes again, hurry up!

  • Coming.

  • How are my boobs?

  • Cute.

  • Yup, you're gay.

  • (Door opens)

  • How rude of you to interrupt.

  • I was just checking in. Hey Sean.

  • Hi Dad.

  • Listen, Kathie...

  • Uh, it's Katie. You can call me Katie.

  • It's getting close to midnight and I'm just curious when things are gonna be... accomplished.

  • John is it?Two things.

  • One: You paid me for the entire night.

  • And two: I don't think he is... accomplished.

  • Are you?

  • Umm... Not yet, Dad.

  • Okay then. I'll be in the car. I'll be in the car, Sean.

  • Is there a problem John?

  • You got a great kid in there.

  • Yeah... He doesn't need a friend Katie. You're a hooker... right?

  • Act like it.

  • Excuse me?!

  • Mind if I smoke?

  • I'm not paying you to talk, I'm paying you to get up there and do your job.

  • Why I do your fucking job?

  • You got a kid up there that's so lost right now.

  • So he told you.

  • Didn't have to.

  • I've had people ask me some pretty fucked up stuff, but this...

  • Okay enough. I brought him here to fix this.

  • For you to fix

  • What?Am I some fairy fucking God-hooker?

  • What exactly am I supposed to fix?

  • I don't know.

  • Oh god... What? You think I hit my kid?

  • You call him names?

  • Do you?

  • What?

  • Fuck...

  • Gimme 20 bucks.

  • What?

  • Gimme 20 bucks.

  • Why?

  • Because I fucking said so.

  • You fucked up my lip line.

  • We should go.

  • No.

  • Not until the hooker gets her money.

  • You sure you wanna do this?

  • I want to be good.

  • Alright..!

  • Okay... Hum...

  • Close your eyes.

  • Think of one person you wanna kiss. It can be anybody.

  • Okay.

  • Okay..?

  • What's his name?

  • David.

  • Okay close your eyes again.

  • I want you to picture me as David.

  • Just... Ignore to cute boobs.

  • What do you like about him?

  • What are you thinking?

  • I'm thinking about him.

  • His hair...

  • His eyes...

  • His smile.

  • He's always really nice to me.

  • His face.

  • Him.

  • What?

  • That was awful.

  • Seriously?

  • No, it was fine. You're good.

  • Why would you-... (Laughs)

  • You have a little of lipstick in here.

  • Oh.

  • Let's get that off.

  • Oh.

  • On your teeth too.

  • I mean you can pull that off. (Laughs)

  • So when did you know?

  • I think I've always known.

  • Just didn't know what it was.

  • When I was growing up, we had this huge field behind my house.

  • And I remember when I was 12 or 13...

  • I would just run there after school, and I would just... scream as loud as I could.

  • I just wanted it out. Whatever it was.

  • One day my Mom heard me.

  • She came out of the house into the field.

  • She kneeled down next to me.

  • She put her hand over my mouth... and just said...

  • Breathe!

  • Just breathe honey.

  • Like she knew what was going on.

  • And then she got sick.

  • It only got worse.

  • Now, I was the one telling her to breathe.

  • And when she stopped... I wanted to stop.

  • And you didn't!