Suburbia

Thanks a lot.

Sure. Where are you going?

To the end of the highway.

You are not running away from home, are you?

Did you hear me?

Mummy...

Hi, mom! Any more groceries out in the car?

No, couldn't afford any more groceries.

How come you're so late?

Stopped by for a couple of drinks with someone from work.

Any objections? -No, I was just wondering...

Evan!!! -What? Don't scream like that.

I marked this label, you know. -You did what?

I said I marked it.

And now not the hell of a lot left in where I marked.

Well, I didn't drink it. -You're lying to me.

I swear to god, it must have been you. -Breathe on me.

Come on... -Come on! Breathe on me!

God damn you! I told you to throw out this trash this morning.

Wait, mom, I forgot, I'm sorry.

Sorry? Don't tell me to cool it. God damn it!

I don't wanna work all day so you could sit on your ass and read comic books.

You make me sick when you look like that.

It's your father in you. Makes me sick...

Well, that's not my fault.

I didn't choose him to be my father, you did.

Yeah, and that was the biggest mistake I ever made.

Where are you going?

I'm going away for a while. Mom's having a hard time right now.

But I don't want you to go anywhere. -It's ok, and it's for the best.

She'll be better when she has one kid to take care of.

You understand.

But where are you gonna go? -I don't know. I'll find somewhere.

Just don't worry about it. I'll call you up some time, ok?

SUBURBIA

Now, what's this guy? -Get a job.

Come on. Have some fucking fun. Move up.

Come on, you've got some money there! -I spent it all on this...

Now, remember, watch the floor.

Speedily follow down their clashes by

so bouncers know where the trouble is. Okay?

Hey, get going out of there!

Hey, what about some drugs?

Black triangles, man. They are fucking excellent, I'm telling you.

OK, if you change your mind, I'm here.

I think I'd like to fuck your brains out.

What? -I said I think I'd like to fuck your brains out.

Oh you would, huh? Yeah, but it doesn't look like you have any.

Hey, cut it off! Hey, leave her alone! Come on you homos!

Perfect example of punk rock aggressiveness.

Gonna get this club closed down or something before...

You, guys, have minds this big.

All right, listen up, now get off!

turn that spot off, stupid! And I'll give her goddamn clothes back!

And you guys wanna hear more music you give her clothes back right now, suckers!

Attention, please! Don't and give her clothes back!

All right, that's, fine, show's over.

You guys are blowing your own city now.

Fuck you!

That's fucking typical.

All right, give them the muzak.

Come on, kid, on your feet. Party's over.

You're such a fucking bitch. You're so stupid, I swear that.

Get out.

And don't kick my car, pig! -You call that a car?

What a total asshole!

Hey, kid, pretty fucked up, huh? -Aha.

Get up. Need a lift home?

I can't go home. -Can't sleep on the grass.

The snails will crawl on your face. Come on.

What's your name? -Jack.

Jack?

Yeah, Jack Diddley.

Looks like it's starting to rain.

No, that's just the acid rain

that comes down every night about this time.

Oh, yeah?

Did you hear of a guy named Joe Schmo? -Nope, never.

Well, his old man's a homo and he can't stand living with him anymore,

so we're gonna go to pick him up and take him out to the T.R. house, ok?

What's T.R. house?

It's one of those houses out by the 605.

County bought them up years ago

and just left then sitting there all boarded up and rotting.

A bunch of us live in one of them.

It's pretty trashed but it's free. Are you up for it?

It's not like I have anywhere else to go.

Keep going, fuckers.

My old man's a cop. He's my stepdad.

My real father died in Vietnam and mom got married again.

God, your stepdad's a cop. -Yeah, that's not the worst of it though.

He's black. -Black? God! What a drag!

Yeah, he came over to T.R. one time to check it out.

Told everyone he was my father.

They laughed him right outta the door.

Parents are so lame.

What's that? -My mom's diary. Listen to this.

May 10th, 1968. Dear diary, Mark and I are gonna be very happy here.

The air is clear, skies are blue, and all the houses are brand new and beautiful.

They call it "suburbia" and that word's perfect

because it's a combination of the words "suburb" and "utopia".

They didn't realize it would be the slum of the future.

I'm sure with Mark's job at Lockheed

I'll never have to work again.

Huh, you wish...

Oh, and by the way, diary, we want to have a child soon.

Suburbia is a great place for children.

And if it's a boy we're gonna name him Evan Mark Johnson.

You know, sometimes I wish she would have had an abortion.

Oh, yeah? They were illegal in those days.

Hand me one of those bottles, will you?

I hate buses.

Hi, ya. Joe here? -Hello, Jack.

Where's Joe? -In his bedroom.

See if you can wake him up. I gave up three hours ago.

Dad, I thought I told you to leave that alone.

Oh, it's you... What's going on?

Moving out again, hey, Joe? Don't I even get a good-bye this time?

Later days.

Hey, look at those dogs over there.

Yeah, they are kind of nasty. You gotta watch out for them.

I heard they killed a little kid out here the other day. - No shit?

Where do they come from?

Well, I heard that when people were forced to move from their houses,

that some of them left their dogs behind them.

Coyotes came down from the hills and fucked them.

After a while... wild dogs!

Jees! That's pretty amazing. -Where did you hear that from?

There is a welcoming committee.

Close your windows. -Shit, I'm stuck.

Oh, my god!

Fleabags. Razzle - one of the guys of the house - captured a couple of them.

He thinks he can train them, but we think he's a little bit tweaked.

What's up?

Shit, I forgot something.

You wanna be next? -Huh?

A haircut. How about a haircut?

Ah, no, thanks, I just had a haircut.

You did? Could have fooled me!

Slim pickings.

Come on.

Hey, Jack. Who's that girl getting a haircut?

Ah, that's Sheila.

Ha-ha-ha, that's very funny. Stay with us, we'll be back after these messages.

Are you experiencing feelings of alienation and depression or loneliness?

We at Southwest Woodside Hospital know that these are cry for help.

We're only a phone call away.

Oh yeah? I know somebody checked in in one of those places.

And you know what they cost?

What? -800 bucks a week.

What did you say?

I said if you had 800 bucks a week,

you probably wouldn't be depressed in the first place.

That's true. What's your name? -Evan.

Did you get a burn, Evan? -A burn?

Now, what's a burn?

Nobody is supposed to stay here unless he gets a burn.

See. It's kinda nice. Comes out like this.

Jesus, that will be there all your life.

Well, that's the idea. See, if we didn't do that

we'd had all finds of flakes hanging around.

Yeah, that's may be a stupid question, but what does it stand for anyways?

Stands for "rejected".

Sounds really stupid to me.

Yeah. Well, stupid or not, I don't have anywhere else to go.

It's like some kind of ridiculous initiation of something.

So? -So, I'm leaving.

Do you wanna me to drive you back?

No, I'll hitch. Ain't you got better things to do?

Watch out for big bad wolf. -The dogs, watch out for the dogs.

Dad? Let me in, it's me.

Came back? -Oh, yeah.

How come? -Well, because...

Well, I'll tell you about it some day. If I ever get to know you better.

Are you gonna get a burn? -I guess so.

And I thought twice about getting mine. -Is that right? Why not?

Because I've got so many scars already. -What kind of scars?

Hmm... This kind.

Jesus! What's that from?

I'll tell you about it some day if I ever get to know you better.

What's going on?

Looks like they are killing the dogs.

They are not killing my dogs.

Where are you going? Come back!

These are my dogs.

What the hell are you dressed up for? -Yeah. - Where's the war?

Up your ass. -Up your ass?

I'd like the long end of this rifle up your ass. - , Skinner, look.

What's the occasion?

We just thought we're doing our good Americans' work for the day.

Did you hear about the little boy that got killed by the dogs the other day?

We heard of that. -Hey, we've got a little one over here.

that god damn gun.

Well, little ones grow up to be big ones, you know.

Have you got papers for these guns?

Officer, we are from "Citizens against Crime".

Most citizens are against crime, sir.

The question was do you have papers for the guns?

Guns are all registered.

Jim Tripplett? Bob Skokes? -That's right.