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Hi, this is Jim Mitchell.

I'm not home right now. Please leave a message.

- Hello, Mr. Perfect. This is your little brother.

I just called to say, fuck you!

You are a liar and a fucking addict

and you always will be motherfucker!

- James Mitchell! - Principal Evans, excuse me.

Uh, sorry, I ran from the high school.

I, I tried to stop him.

- I, I know that whatever Artie did was wrong

and I know he's sorry for what he's done.

But before you hit him, you, you should know

that my father's strictly against violence of, of any kind.

And, and since he's out of town right now

and my mother's working, uh,

I took it upon myself to come over here and intervene.

And, and I give you my word as his older brother,

that he will not run afoul of the law again. (panting)

I give you my word as his older brother,

that he will not run afoul of the law again.

You're a geek.

Artie, next time you cheat on test,

make sure it's off someone who's getting A's.

- You're not gonna tell, Dad, are you, Bob?

I won't have to.

- Dad. - Artie!

Artie open this door!

Now, honey, he's just a boy.

You open this door right now!

Daddy, I can explain.

Please, JR.

Jim, you go on now.

Artie and I are gonna have a little talk.

Well, you suit yourself.

No hard feelings, son.

- Hi, this is Jim Mitchell. I'm not home right now.

Please leave a message.

Where are you, motherfucker?

Pick up the fucking phone.

Pick up the fucking phone!

You fucking, Bob. I called mom about you.

Liar. Fucking liar.

I know you're smoking.

Those cigarettes aren't gonna kill you, brother.

I am.

You boys change into your clothes. Meet me outside.

And Artie, don't ever break up a pat nine

against a two-card draw.

Listen, boys, there's only one thing

you can count on in this life

and that's your own flesh and blood.

Mitchells stick together. Everybody else fuck 'em.

And when some son of a bitch crosses me

or crosses any of us, we deal with it ourselves.

Now, the guy lives in that house right there, he owes us.

I've been carrying

this bastard's IOU around for three months.

When you boys have to settle something,

you do it at night like this during a storm.

That way nobody can hear you.

Hey, hey, hey, it's not a toy!

- Do you want us to shoot him for you, Pop?

- No, you just let him see that you're packing.

He'll get reasonable real fast.

Jim, don't point that gun at the man,

unless you intend to shoot him.

You understand me?

Yes, sir.

All right.

- What? - Look.

what's he doing to her?

Come on, let's go.

Artie.

- You boys given any thought to the future?

- I'm gonna make a million bucks. Be famous.

I'm gonna make a million girls.

Well, you ain't gonna do that

playing low ball like your old man.

Do yourselves a favor. Get an education.

Make me proud.

One, two, three, four,

we don't want your fucking war.

One, two, three, four, we don't want your fucking war!

One, two, three, four, we don't want your fucking war!

One, two, three, four, we don't want your fucking war!

One, two, three, four, we don't want your fucking war!

Lionel.

What's happening?

- One, two, three, four, we don't want-

Far out, man.

One, two, three, four,

we don't want your fucking war!

One, two, three, four, we don't want your fucking war!

One, two, three, four, we don't want your fucking war!

- Woo, all right, Jim. - Woo!

Yeah, man.

Smooths, man. That's fucking art.

Thanks.

- Mr. Mitchell, (sighs) film is an art form.

It is not a medium for sophomoric hijinks.

Um-hm, film is not about objective shock.

Nudity for the sake of nudity

creates neither emotional understanding

nor character revelation.

It is simply put, a cheap device

to win the minds of the lowest common denominator.

What you've made, Mr. Mitchell, is pornography not art.

That's not what you wanna do, now is it?

I didn't think you'd get it, man.

Hmm.

Cool, huh?

Put the editing bay right over there.

Put the soundstage back in there.

Wardrobe, art department. Huh?

We can make whatever kind of pictures we want, man.

Just like Cassavetes.

Well, we can do political stuff or, or personal films.

where we can say whatever we want,

however we wanna say it.

And we do not need a school for that, right?

Here, here.

- We do it ourselves. - Right.

(chuckles) That sounds great, Jim.

But what are we gonna do,

rob a bank A bank to pay for all this?

Ah! (moaning)

Don't miss the come shot.

And cut.

Did you get it?

Uh, I don't know, man.

- No, the focus was, uh, questionable, man.

- What do you mean the focus was questionable?

Guys, the whole thing is worthless

unless we get the money shot.

Yeah, I, I know.

I-I-I think there's something wrong with the camera.

I think it's, uh, broken or, or-

Jon. Jon, it's a brand new Arriflex.

There's nothing wrong with the camera.

Oh, come on, man.

We only saw it for the first time this morning.

- Gentlemen, when all else fails, what do we do?

We follow the instructions.

- Here you go, boys. - Thanks, sweetie.

What do you think?

You got another one in you?

- Yeah, of course. - Yeah?

What about you?

Oh, I don't know, man.

It's not that easy for me.

She just gets to lie there and take it, you know?

I gotta do all the work.

Are you a stud or what?

Yeah. Yeah.

That's right.

You're the biggest goddamn stud I've ever seen.

Hell, yeah! (laughs)

Guys.

- Whoa. - We got it together.

Roll film.

Fuck her like you mean it, man.

That's it.

Get into it. Good, good, good.

Lick your lips.

That's it. That's it.

Open your eyes. Lick your lips.

Good, good.

Hi, Bob.