American Animals

There was nothing in their backgrounds

that would suggest,

you know, something like that would-- would happen.

I-- I was at a loss.

They were pretty darn good kids.

These boys weren't criminals, they didn't have records.

And, you know, for something like this to happen,

to the boys and to the school, of course,

it was a big loss at the time.

We were in shock.

I mean, we did not expect...

that from our son, ever.

It's like we woke up in a nightmare.

Everything in our family was

geared towards our kids to be successful.

It was just a...

a moment which we lost him.

Sorry.

Spencer. Thank you for waiting.

We've been very impressed with your portfolio

and the exceptional commendations of your teachers.

But now we're hoping to find out a little bit more about you personally.

Um, like my family background, stuff?

Whatever you think is most relevant.

Just tell us a little bit about who you are.

Well...

My name is Spencer Reinhard.

I'm from Lexington, Kentucky, and I'm 30 years old

for another... less than a month, I guess.

My father, he is, uh, an engineer.

My mom is a stay-at-home mom, lguess.

Let me stop you there. That's great.

I suppose, what we'd really like to know,

is about you.

Like, uh, hobbies and stuff?

What do you hope to express with your work?

I mean...

Who are you as an artist?

- -

Next one! Next one!

Mr. Reinhard, the honorable man, if you will.

Um, he strives for the generosity of the generous.

For the humility of the humble.

- The honorable man is-- -

Suck it up! Suck it up!

Suck it up! Suck it up!

- Suck it up! Suck it up! - Hit it!

- Suck it up! Suck it up! -

[solemn instrumental music playing]

Growing up, I had a...

a desire for some kind of life-altering experience.

I started to read about other artists.

They were always affected by some kind of tragedy in their life,

and had to suffer a great deal.

Van Gogh ended up killing himself.

Monet went blind.

I felt like they understood something more about life

that I wasn't getting to experience.

Art has to be about more than just...

"My life is great, and I'm really good at drawing."

" ,

- About fucking time. -

What do you mean it's about time?

I left you like a zillion messages.

You haven't left me a message in weeks, Warren.

Anyway, do you wanna do something?

- I think I'm gonna go to bed. - I'm coming over.

Seriously, man, fuck fraternities.

The reason to be a part of that is so one day

you can walk in the door of an office you never wanna go in

to see a guy you never wanna meet,

all on the hopes that he might give you a job

you never wanna fucking do.

Something I've often thought about, is how,

my life would've been different if I hadn't met Warren.

So this is the, uh...

dinosaur, T-Rex,

trying to turn off a ceiling fan.

Warren was definitely somebody

that my mom did not want me to be friends with.

We were not thrilled with the relationship with Warren,

but we accepted it because...

that was his friend.

You need to have a little bit of...

spice...

in the broth.

And Warren probably was that spice.

People have said that...

I was the ring leader,

but that's just not true.

There was no ring leader.

Yes! Shit!

Did I work here?

Half of this shit got wasted.

Literally, thrown in the fucking trash.

Hand me the flashlight.

Uh, Warren, what are we doing here?

Did you know that 40% of restaurant food in America

gets thrown in the trash? Just thrown away.

We are the fattest fucking nation on the planet,

and we still throw nearly half of our food away.

- I mean, kids are starving... - Fuck, man.

...in Africa, dude.

It's fucking tragic.

What the fuck are we gonna do with this, huh?

We're saving it from landfill.

Do you eat avocados? They're over--

- No, I'm fine, Warren-- -

- Shit. - Run! Run, run, run, run, run!

Don't drop the fucking meat. Goddammit.

Next time, you're gonna get a fucking bullet, Warren!

Fuck 'em up in their ass!

- Whoo! -

- Drive. Drive. - I'm driving.

I'm driving. I'm driving!

- I'm driving! I'm driving! -

Look at these fucks.

We should just rev up and put 'em out of their misery.

I don't even know what we're doing back here.

- Whoo! -

So, did you meet any new cool people over there?

No. Bunch of jocks.

YOU?

No.

Uh-uh.

It's not what I thought it would be.

Do you ever wonder, you ended up being born you...

here, and not someone else?

Do you ever feel like you're waiting for something to happen,

but you don't know what it is?

But, it's...

that thing that could, um...

make your life special.

Yeah.

Like what?

Exacfly.

"Like What?"

Good news if you woke up wondering

if you're living in the right town today, folks.

'Cause Forbes Magazine votes Lexington

fourteenth best place in the US for business and careers.

If there is a book you cannot find,

either on the shelves or on the computer,

please make a point of asking a member of the library staff.

Through these doors live the special collection.

And in future, you will require an appointment to go through these doors,

and you will need to be accompanied

by a member of the library staff at all times.

Someone take the door. Thank you.

Many of the books in this library

have been here since the 19th century,

and we are very pleased to be home

to some of the rarest editions in the United States.

John James Audubon

is responsible for this masterpiece here.

First edition, Birds of America.

He lived here in Kentucky.

He had some misfortune in business, went to prison for debt.

When he left prison, he headed for the wilderness

with a gun, some paint,

and a deep desire to paint every bird in America.

And when he came back into civilization,

he was acclaimed as one of the foremost figures in American art.

So, how much is it worth?

Well, we don't discuss the worth of our books,

but I can assure you that Mr. Audubon

would never have imagined

that his book would be the most valuable in existence.

Now, most of you are familiar with this book.

Arguably among the most important ever written.

Darwin's On The Origin of Species.

Please look at line number ten, and tell me what you see.

Species is spelt wrong.

That's correct. Species is...

[enchanting instrumental music playing]

Will you be joining us, sir?

I'm pretty sure he told me about it at Richard's party.

I remember it being cold.

A book?

In what world can a book be worth $12 million?

It's not really a book.

It's more like a collection of paintings.

I think I told him about it in the car.

Maybe November. It was cold.

I still don't understand how a book could be worth $12 million.

So like if Picasso had a bunch of his paintings

in a book.

When you say it's in the library, it's like, what...

sitting on a shelf?

No, it's in the, uh, special collections room.