The King of Staten Island

(train wheels thumping rhythmically)

("Just What I Am" by Kid Cudi featuring King Chip playing)

Jesus!

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-(alarm bell ringing over TV) -(stabbing, woman grunting)

-(woman shouts, man groans) -(blade slices)

MAN (over TV): Get back!

-(coughing) -(chatter continues over TV)

I love this movie.

They-they shot this on Staten Island.

-(gunshot) -Whew! -Oh!

-Oh! -Ooh, God!

-Awesome. -Hell yeah.

-Ew! -(groans)

That's my shit.

This movie makes no sense.

Why-why would the government make a purge legal?

-Clearly to let them blow off some steam. Hello. -Yeah.

-That's why you go to the spa. -Yeah. Or the therapist.

-Or get your nails done. Or...

Or murder some folks. Hmm?

I mean, come on, guys. I-I brought Tara over

so that we could get out of this basement.

Let's go out. Let's go dancing.

-I love dancing. -Let's do something.

We don't go out.

We don't dance.

-The Purge is not enough for you? -KELSEY: No.

Does anybody else like dancing?

-I like it. Yes, me!

-You do? -I love dancing.

Yes.

He loves-- He's a really good dancer.

What's your favorite move?

It's kind of like a shake.

-A shake? That's... -I don't know.

I just do whatever the m-music tells me to do.

There's nothing but douchebags at these clubs.

-I love it here, man. It's safe. -Oh, but, come on.

God, you just sit here all day,

-and then smoke weed and jerk each other off. -Yeah.

That sounds amazing.

I've never been jerked off by any of my friends.

Me, either.

I like your tattoos.

-I knew you would, right? -Those are-- (gasps)

-Oh, my God. That... -No, don't talk to him.

-He has, he has chlamydia. -I had.

-Oh, my God. -Had chlamydia.

-It's curable. -And you introduced me to

the girl that gave me chlamydia,

so you basically gave me chlamydia.

You assisted the chlamydia.

He doesn't have insurance.

-He can't get the meds. It's fine.

I act-- I actually did some of those.

You did?

You know I got to rep the island.

Hey. -Staten Island. Wow, Staten.

-S.I., you know. -Yeah.

-Looks so good. -Thank you.

You have a bunch of tattoos also. -Yeah.

-What is that date? -Oh. -OSCAR: Ooh.

Uh, that's, uh, the date my Dad died.

Oh, my God, your dad died? I'm so sorry.

Don't be. It's fine. It's totally cool.

-So, what happened? Ooh!

Okay, you don't need to ask. -No.

-No, no, no, no. -Don't ask that.

It's kind of inappropriate.

Uh, he was a, he was a fireman.

So, he died in a fire.

Oh, my God.

-Yeah, we knew. -Yeah, we knew.

-We don't like to talk about it. -We knew.

That's why we don't bring it up.

-Apologize to Scott. -It's the right thing to do.

-You should say sorry. -Apologize or get out.

It's not okay.

Scott, um, I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry

-that I asked about your tattoo. Yeah.

: What?

He doesn't care. It's fine.

He doesn't care. -Look at him.

-He's laughing so much. I don't care.

We talk about his dead dad all the time.

-Knock, knock. -Who's there?

Not your dad.

-(laughter) That's my favorite one.

Oh, my God, that's so funny.

We've made so many jokes about it.

SCOTT (laughing): Oh, my God, I don't even...

-I don't even miss him at all. So funny.

Yeah.

Oh!

Oh, yeah, yeah, that's pretty good.

Keep-keep doing that! Keep doing that!

-Are-are you, are you happy? -(moans)

Yes, yes, it's fucking great! Keep going!

No, wait, d-d-- don't stop!

Did you, um, did you, did you come?

: Well, yes.

Were you there?

: Yeah, I did.

-Like, six times. -Cool.

-Awesome. -It was great.

-Did you? -No, no, no.

But it's okay. I-I had fun.

I had fun back there.

: Yeah.

You know, I feel bad that you never do.

No, I-I do all the time.

I just-- you know, I don't put on a Broadway show like you do.

You know, I'm-I'm more quiet.

I'm more like Charlie Chaplin when I come.

-Like a silent movie. -Silent movie.

Um, do you think it's the antidepressants?

Oh, yeah, for sure.

Yeah. If I didn't have the antidepressants,

I'd come in, like, eight seconds.

And then you wouldn't come.

And then you'd be depressed.

And then you would have to take antidepressants.

-I don't know, can I say something? I, um... -Yeah.

I just still don't understand why this is such a big secret.

You know why it's a big secret. 'Cause it's special.

It's-it's, like, our thing, you know?

It-it wouldn't be special if everybody knew about it.

Yeah, but I don't just want to do this.

Yeah, I totally get that. So, should we stop?

No, I...

I don't know, like, this-- like, what is this?

-And I don't know why... -This?

-This is... -I want to do what normal people do.

Yeah, I know. I just, you know, I--

It-it might be weird, you know.

We've known each other for, like, ever.

Since fourth grade.

It would be like incest.

: No, it wouldn't.

No, it's like, yeah, w-we're best pals,

and I wouldn't want to, like, jeopardize our friendship

or something like that over something--

not silly, but, you know, it's just-- it's a big risk.

But we've already done the deed.

-I mean, what else is there? -"Done the deed"?

-(laughs): I don't know. -But, you know, it's just,

-you deserve somebody way better than me. -What?

: You're a good guy.

-You're a good guy. I like you. -Uh...

Well, I-- Based on what?

I mean, I like you, too. It's just like...

All right, can I just tell you-- can I tell you something?

But can you, like, not tell anybody?

Well, people probably know, but, like... (sighs)

There's, like, something wrong with me.

-Like, mentally, like... -What?

Like, I'm not okay up there.

You know? Like...

I-I get all mad, acting, like, crazy,

and I, and I make really insane, impulsive decisions.

And I get...

I'm d-- I'm scared o-of myself, and I don't...

I don't want to, like, scare you or me

or, like, hurt anyone, you know?

So, I think it would just be best

and really responsible of me if I just backed off, you know?

I don't want you to f-feel like that about yourself.

Oh, no, it's...

I just, I just don't want to offend you, you know?