Out There (2013) s01e01 Episode Script

"The Great Escape" [ firecracker pops .]
Chad: You never forget the first time you see your best friend.
The first time I ever saw Chris went like this.
I couldn't tell how long he'd been there.
He didn't say a word, but it looked like he'd resigned himself to spending the rest of his life there.
[ school bell ringing .]
How was I going to find my place in a town that didn't even notice me? I had nobody.
I was a loner, a soloist.
While I was content to just wait it out, here was this joker unafraid to go against the grain.
But he paid dearly for it.
My family had lived in this exact same spot for generations.
I'd even inherited my dad's old room, which was his dad's before him.
My life seemed preordained.
Oh, Chad, you'll never guess who I ran into at the Bag 'n Bargain.
Lynn Montague, Cody Montague's mother.
And she said that Cody's model train set now fills their entire basement.
Well, I said you were dying to get over there and see it.
What? I'm not going over there.
But-but you like trains.
And I thought you and Cody were friends.
Choo-choo Cody? Come on, mom.
[ sighing .]
Sorry I'm late.
Had a patient with macular pucker.
A lot of pus to peel away.
The eye was like a bloody, blistered onion.
- Dude, dad.
- That's the life of an eye doctor, son.
How was your day, jay? [ speaking gibberish .]
The hell's he saying? Sorry, I was still set to Zaruthian.
I said, okay.
How about you, Chad? How's life? [ sighs .]
Mind-numbingly ho-hum.
Well, here's something to spice it up.
I got you a job mowing for the schools.
- Ah, man, come on.
- The job starts at 7:00 A.
M.
It'll be good for you to work up a sweat.
And it'll keep you out of trouble.
Boy your age needs to be kept out of trouble.
- But, dad - 7:00 A.
M.
Sharp.
[ crunching .]
[ whimpers .]
[ birds crowing .]
[ dogs barking, cats meowing .]
Chad: Wouldn't you know, smack dab in the middle of all this mayhem was Chris.
Help! Help me! The lock's stuck! Get me out of here! Drive! Go, go, go! Go, go! Keep going! - Wait.
Who are you? - I'm nobody.
[ grumbling .]
- Wait! - Why are you following me? - You forgot your sled.
- It's not a sled.
It's my chrysanthemum.
A vehicle.
I was trying to harness the energy of wild animals to power me out of this craphole of a town.
Another failure.
Now, go, leave me.
- Forget I ever existed.
- But I have so many questions.
You don't want my answers, man.
They'd blow your goddamn mind.
[ distant laughter .]
[ horn playing .]
Oh, crap.
Get down.
[ grunts .]
Shh! Don't move.
[ hawks, spits .]
Chad: It was Troy Royal, "Chips-a-Troy," as he was known because of his mole-covered face.
Look at this, a little femme boy frolic.
I swear to god I just saw the tall one massage the little one's back.
[ laughter, horn blows .]
We were just fighting.
Just whipping on each other's asses.
Little sucker pulled me right into the mud.
Carry on.
I got to finish him off.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you want a little more alone time? [ laughter .]
Chad: Looking up at those guys hooting and howling like they were better than us, like we weren't worth a damn, really got me.
I suddenly felt empowered.
Unstoppable even.
Listen, you're making slanderous comments about me and the gentleman in the guck, and that makes you seem like a - a real nincompoop.
- Yeah, a real son of a bitch.
[ growls .]
You sure you want a part of this, kid? Yeah, that's right, ant farm face.
Ha, he's running, boss.
Nail him! Keep it coming, you idiots! I'm above you, you swole, sorry fools.
You may have torn into my raggedy ass, but in these trees, I'm king! I'm nature's husband! [ laughs hysterically, grunts .]
- Oh, crap, I think he's dead, boss.
- Let's get out of here.
[ shudders .]
I was playing possum.
[ laughs .]
Just get a little plastic wrap, put a dollop of chocolate syrup, two drops of food dye and a dash of worcester sauce.
Mmm, victory is sweet.
Chad: Looking at him there, bloody-faced, eyes gleaming, lips smacking and smelling like burnt sugar, I thought, this guy is pretty raw, pretty out of his goddamned mind.
I liked it.
- You want to help me with something? - What's that? - Leave this godforsaken town.
- Absolutely.
So, you're really trying to run away? Yeah, but it's been one failure after another.
I even tried rafting out, but there's only ponds and lakes around here.
- No tributaries.
- Can't you just hop a train? I'm deafly afraid of locomotives, and cars confound me.
Now I'm down to one final plan, and it's a two-man operation.
- You up for it? - I'll do whatever I can.
Let's seal it with a handshake.
Good.
Then we're off.
Dear god.
[ tires squealing .]
Wayne, my goodness.
You look like you've seen a ghost.
It's like I feared, Rose.
Our boy's getting into trouble.
I just saw him tripping lord of the flies high in the woods with some delinquent.
- No, not our Chad.
- Yes, our Chad.
You better wait out here.
We've got a pretty foul fungus growing on the couch, my mom's boyfriend.
Chad: My first glimpse into this wild child's world.
And my first introduction to Chris's mortal enemy, Terry Rosachristas.
Hey, Chris, just so you know, any time you want to grab a piece of pencil and a paper, I'll let you know all about the bible, lay it all out for you.
Chad: Keep in mind he wasn't even a Christian.
He was some scrambled eastern mess.
The first time Chris met Terry, he was wearing a woman's watch and had his sweater tucked into his pants.
Over time, his pretensions became more and more defined.
He spoke of confused holy concepts as he did his card tricks and sipped his rotgut blueberry wine.
Hi there, monkey pants.
Oh, hey, did you try Terry's new card trick yet? Can't, mom.
I'm on my way out to Come on, Chris.
It'll just take a second.
It's really quite magical.
Sit, Chrissy.
Yes, Chrissy, sit.
[ groans .]
[ Terry humming .]
Shuffling the cards a little bit here.
Look at my hand work.
Okay, pick a card.
[ chanting .]
Okay.
Your card is the four of diamonds.
- Nope.
- What? It's the four of diamonds.
- No, it's not.
- Let me see it.
No, man.
Guess again.
- You give it to me, goddamm it.
- Get off me, snake man! Chris! Terry! No! Stop it! I am not going to the hospital again.
He came at me.
[ scoffs .]
Whatever.
Why do you want to go so badly? You saw it.
I live in a prison cell in hell.
Forget this cookie-cutter town filled with gingerbread houses.
- Amen! - And I hate school, man, - and I hate rules.
- You said it.
But it's Terry I hate most of all.
That human clog Is the main reason I'm flying the coop, getting out.
I'm gonna float my ass out of here on a magical balloon to an exotic new land teeming with breastled women.
Breastled? And here's my ticket out.
Friday, fifth period.
That's when the stars align.
That's when Mr.
Finn, Chips-a-Troy, and Henrietta Miller are all gonna be in the same room.
I'm just gonna let my heart sing.
[ school bell ringing .]
Stop! It's time for me to be heard.
- Excuse me, Chris, but this - Go suck an egg, Mr.
Finn.
Put your dick in a pencil sharpener and spin it, you twit.
And screw you, Chips-a-Troy! [ growls .]
Stay back! I'll singe your balls off and eat them for supper.
[ gasps .]
I love you, Henrietta Miller.
[ tapping .]
[ gasping .]
[ oohing .]
My god, he's a hero.
Henrietta, quick.
Float away with me.
What about us, Chris? - Sounds impossible.
- It's perfect.
Won't your mom be sad when you leave? You're right.
I'll need to ease her pain.
I'll get her something special.
Meet me at the Gulp-n-Go in 0100 hours.
Oh, do you boys remember Percy Rogers? You remember Percy.
He used to sit in the back row at church, and he used to give you certs and honk your noses.
- Oh, Percy, sure.
- Sort of.
Well, he's dead.
Yeah.
I'm playing for the funeral on Wednesday.
So, Chad, how was your first day of work? Was it happenin'? Groovy? Wavy gravy? Dad, what if I told you there was a boy that was so upset, - so full of piss and grit - A boy on the brink? I'm talking a teethy, gnarly kid, so bent up out of shape, I Are you going to kill me, Chad? What? No.
Come on, dad! It's just this kid - Your dealer? - What? I know about the mower, Chad.
And the benders in the woods.
What's going on inside your head, son? Where are you in there? - I got distracted.
- Oh, distracted, huh? Distracted with drugs, Chad? Let me guess coke? Angel hair? - Dip jammies? - Wayne.
It was an accident, all right? Geez! Wayne, come on, take it easy on our little Chadkins.
I wish somebody had been hard on me as a youth.
I wasn't always "wooster county's first choice in optometry," Rose.
I have demons.
[ sniffing .]
[ laughing .]
Dude Wayne there's more drugs in the city.
[ muttering .]
You put out a fire, I'm not gonna [ screaming .]
[ indistinct yelling .]
Darling, darling! God, what I've seen.
I can't let what happened to me happen to Chad.
It's time for me to step up my game.
- Jay, I'm gonna need your help.
- Affirmative.
- Howdy, Paul.
- Hey, Paul.
[ microwave beeps .]
Burrito ready! Okay, trash bags, paper clips, kevlar rope, a basket and a butane torch.
- Now, what to get for my mom? - Whoa.
- Greetings, young champions.
- Um, we were just These are all different she honeys and hoofed laddies.
- That's cool, but we were - This is white light white heat.
He stuck his horn into a light socket when he was a baby, and it was all like [ buzzes .]
And it made him so that he can find electrical pockets, which is like a gold mine for electricity.
Wayne: What's your 20, Jay Bird? At the Gulp-n-Go, Admiral Pops.
They're looking at mythical figurines.
Trip-out toys, huh? Stick close to him, Jay Bird.
And be ready.
And that's how they get electricity in assterban.
- But only when the moon is - Okay, okay.
Know what, I see what we need.
Um, thank you.
We're still looking.
Fair thee well, young froth in ganders.
Perfect.
I will transform this ordinary box of chocolates into a Chris-o-rama.
Hey, wait, wait.
Where are you guys going? Damn, kid.
Watch it! Sorry, it's my stupid little brother.
Jay, you dumbass.
Chad [ through static .]
: Coke everywhere totally wasted Jay, you're breaking up! Who's wasted on coke? Is it Chad? Jay! I want to come with you guys.
No way.
Here.
This is more your speed, squirt.
[ sighs .]
[ giggling .]
Can we have a ride? [ laughing .]
Chris: This way, my mom can open a window and see a picture of me each year for the next 25 years.
Great idea, man.
- It's tragic, but - Are you crying over your own idea? I weep at will.
It's a lover's trait.
Okay, tomorrow's the day.
Meet me at my house before school with the gear.
I'm counting on you.
I'll bring the thunder And I'll bring the lightning.
Chris, you're turning in early.
Big day tomorrow, mom.
Got to get my beauty rest.
Oh, and I have something for you.
Open it tomorrow after work.
Well, how sweet are you? Thanks, monkey pants.
Sure thing, mama face.
- Good night, Chris.
- Night.
Wayne: Where do you think you're going? Is that paraphernalia? What are you talking about? I'm going to school.
No, you're not, Chad.
We're homeschooling you today.
It's time we had a good, long talk about drugs.
[ alarm beeping .]
Go time.
My glasses! Hello? Anyone here? Hello? Terry? Is that you? Have you seen my glasses? We can't have this weakness.
You need to walk around today without them, Chris.
Give me my glasses! It's like you've got my eyeballs in your hands right now! You've stolen my goddamn eyeballs! You've got perfectly good eyeballs right there, in your head.
You just have to believe it, Chris.
Cha-cha-cha! Will your vision back! Cha-cha-cha! Get the hell off me! - Oh.
- You son of a bitch.
Don't tell your mom, please! I'll get you new glasses by tomorrow.
You fool! There is no tomorrow! Wayne: Well, if that's not scary enough these little suckers are called bennies, also known as white cross; A very, very unholy cross, Chad.
And that about covers the barbiturate family.
Chad: For the first time, there was another soul counting on me.
And here I sat, a prisoner, a subject in some sick experiment.
under the tongue, up the nose or smoke it.
- We call that a three-banger.
- Uh, can I use the bathroom? [ sighs .]
When you get back, I'll introduce you to a dangerous little bugger called keef.
[ Chad grunts .]
Wayne: Chad.
[ knocking .]
You all right in there? Chad! You getting high in there? No! Chris? Chris, where are you? [ clattering .]
- Chris? - Who's there? Chad, is that you? I don't have eyes! What? How? Stupid Terry.
He broke my glasses! I'm blind without them, so I made these.
- Can you see anything? - Not a goddamn thing.
Forget it! The escape is off.
Now leave me.
Hey, no! Look at me, man! Look me in the eye.
There's still time.
We're gonna get you out of here.
And lucky for you, I'm a son of an optometrist.
How's that? Still really blurry, but it's better.
- We still have time.
- Let's go.
Okay, as soon as I open that window, you inflate the balloon.
- Got it? - Got it.
Nice specs, Novak.
How many fingers am I holding up? [ laughs, school bell rings .]
No! Stop! Stop! Um, Chris Put your pencil in a pencil sharpener, you you I love you.
J-j-j-just a second! J-j-just wait a minute! [ students laughing .]
There you are.
What happened? I failed.
Thus, I quit.
Thus, I'm going home.
No, you can't give up.
You must escape.
- You've got to.
- Not just for you, but for all of us who can't get out of this dead-end dump.
Yeah you're right, Chad-o.
Destiny demands it.
Let's ride.
[ singsongy .]
: Hello, drugs.
Where are you hiding? Where are you?! [ grunting .]
Huh? [ pounding on door .]
Man: Wayne, you open up this door right now.
Okay, man.
Just a second.
Geez! What have I done? My boy is clean.
[ sniffs .]
Hmm - Thanks for believing in this, man.
- Sure thing, man.
It'll be good to get out of this hellhole once and for all.
Maybe I'll come back for you someday, even.
You better.
[ hawks, spits .]
Aah! [ hysterical whimpering .]
Are you okay? Chad: I didn't know if he was laughing, crying or both, but Chris had a breakthrough as that tree blazed away.
Don't you see? This is destiny's way of telling me to stick around.
- Right? - Damn right.
Whoa.
Good god.
Chad! Chad! Up here! It's dad! Dad, I'm sorry I love you so much, son! I'm sorry.
I ruined your room.
And I'm a spy.
You're a good boy, and I'm a spy.
What? Okay, dad.
Take it easy.
The tree is on fire.
It's all right, son! I'll take the fall.
Blame me! Now, run! Run away! - That's your dad? - Yeah.
I love my son! You hear that, Holford? I love my son! [ beeping, humming .]
Honey, there's a fire [ music playing .]
Wayne.
Hey Rosy.
[ sighs .]
Coming up to your house.
Terry's out front.
- Oh, no.
What's he doing? - Throwing a peace sign.
[ grunts .]
Uh, this way dude.
Thanks.
So, you want to go hotwire a combine? - But you can't see.
- Be my eyes, Chad.
[ chuckles .]
Cool.
I will.
Chad: That was Chris the kind of friend that would shove you into the abyss, then jump right in after you.
Just what I needed.