Out There (2013) s01e10 Episode Script

"Ace's Wild" In high school, a time when inclusion is everything God, man.
invisibility was my lot.
But if I cut my hair now, everyone will think - I'm just copying Nicole.
- Um, excuse me.
- But Nicole is just copying Sandy.
- Excuse me, just gonna try - I know! - Just right here.
My locker.
Well, maybe I should dye my hair red, like Jackie.
Just need, like, 20 seconds just to get to my locker there.
- Yeah, nobody's copied Jackie yet.
- Hello, ladies.
Care to join me for lunch? I'll bring the PB, you two bring the J.
- When we kiss, we'll make a - Shut up, creep.
That little spark, ooh, hits with passion.
I'm keeping my eye on her.
I'm tired of being a non-thought at this school.
Someone just tried to run through me as if I was air.
Forget these jackasses, man.
High school is just practice people.
Be like me; live your authentic life.
When we get out of this turd farm someday, Chad, the people out there will appreciate the wonder and chaos that is us.
Hey, butt wipe! You talked to my girls?! It's on.
Authentic life? Is anyone authentic in high school? Weren't these the years of torture and self-discovery? - Your drawing is so killer.
- Huh? You totally captured the essence of Mr.
Finn, even his gnarly nose hair.
Amber, Amber, come here.
You have to see this; it's so ruley.
It's like I can feel the social commentary oozing from your pen.
- Why the walrus? - Um, 'cause he kind of looks like a walrus.
- You are my new favorite.
- Favorite what? Amber, he would be perfect for yearbook, right? - Perfect times infinity.
- Amber and I are coeditors, and we want the book to say something this year, not just be juvenile photos of people having water fights.
The theme is "Speak Up," you know, because high school kids are evolved enough to break from the herd and say what's on their mind.
And your drawings, your-your art, says something.
- It does? - Yeah, you have to do yearbook.
- Oh, my God, have to.
- Uh, sure.
- Rad, let's go, Chad.
- But we're in class.
No, we're not.
Mr.
Finn, yearbook biz; Chad's with us.
Well, all righty.
What was this place of wonder? A room not of this school, not of this time.
I felt like I just walked into an exotic city, maybe Istanbul or Reno.
Welcome home.
Want something to drink? - Um, a water? - Flat or bubbly? Uh, bubbly.
Everybody, this is Chad, our new artist in residence.
He's amazing.
Chad, this is everybody, Tiffany, Bethany, Tad Jennings, Mouse, and that genius over there is Cedric.
Hey, guys.
Candid! Chad, I must say, it is heartening to have another auteur around, someone I can actually talk to.
My medium is film, photographs.
Yours? Uh, drawing.
Are you from England? I wish.
Morrissey would be the best dad.
All right, you guys, who's doing senior quotes? What did Mike Stone say? Yuck, that perv was staring at my knees in trig.
"It's no secret, chicks dig me.
" Not anymore.
"It's no secret, I wet the bed.
" Don't piss off the yearbook girls.
I could draw him in a diaper with a bottle.
Or the guys! Look out.
Oh, that's right, that's funny.
They were powerful, well-dressed, had excellent vocabularies, and I was one of them now.
It was insane, Chris.
They had incense burning.
You can't burn anything in school.
What are you talking about? I burn stuff all the time.
Yeah, but you get in trouble for it.
Now I get to go to all kinds of school events and parties, which means I'm no longer invisible.
Dude, I think you're missing the point.
You're gonna be immortalized in the yearbook.
That's permanence.
Your Dead Sea Scrolls, your legacy, man.
20 years from now, some guy will pull that yearbook from his shelf and admire your doodles, and so will his son, and his son's son, and his son's son's boy-robot hybrid son.
Wow, that's a lot of generations to impress.
Love this corn.
So fresh.
Excuse me, can I have a new bike? Mine's lame.
Unless that's code for "the wheel is bent," forget it.
But I've never had a new one.
I always get Chad's leftovers.
Hey, Rolling Thunder is a fine piece of transportation.
You aren't worthy of her power.
Come on, Wayne, let's not be so hasty.
I was the youngest of 12, you know, and it's never fun to get hand-me-hand-me-downs.
It's not fiscally prudent, Rose.
Unless half of Holford detaches their retinas, we don't have money to burn on luxury items.
End of discussion.
I'm eating my corn.
Just Hello? Okay.
Good-bye.
Chad, your yearbook friends are coming over in the morning to take you to breakfast.
Crap, that was supposed to be a surprise.
I had no contingency plan for cool people viewing my room.
Or me, first thing in the morning.
Can't sleep.
Don't sleep, Chad.
Stay focused, stay focused.
Stay cool.
Be yourself, Chad.
Damn it, don't be yourself, don't be yourself.
Chaddy-wads, you've got visitors.
Oh, really, you don't say.
Come on in.
8:00.
Wake and cake! I hope you're hungry, Chad.
It's tradition to kidnap the newbies and treat them to Huckleberry Pancakes.
Oh, wow.
What a surprise to see you here.
Uh, do you always sleep in your clothes? Um, up all night.
You know, art stuff.
Experimenting with conte crayons.
Ever heard of them? - They're French.
- Your room is so empty.
Yeah, you know, it's for Feng Shooey Shui.
Bitchin'.
Let's cruise.
Ama amoyba amee-oba.
Why do I always have trouble with this word? So, listen, Amy had bacon, crispy, Amber had a veggie patty, and I substituted hash browns, which Cedric applauded for daring to go off menu.
Oh, well, golly gee.
Sounds like you all feasted like kings.
- What's wrong with you? - Dude, I love hash browns.
You know that.
How come you didn't call me? I don't know; it was a yearbook thing, you know? So, what, you're fraternizing with these stiffs after hours now? Before hours, but, yeah, I am.
They're cool.
They're not your people, Chad.
I'm your people.
I'm like five friends crammed into one.
I'm goddamn collasa-friend! Relax, dude.
You're overreacting.
All right, uh, hey, Chad, let's go.
- Yearbook something or other.
- Wait, what? - What's up, Chad-ler? - Hey.
Mr.
Finn, are you gonna stand up for this? Leaving at the pinnacle of our learning apex? Do-do they even have proper documentation? A note, a passport, anything? Oh, my God, you're Chad, right? - The guy drawing people for the yearbook? - Uh, yeah, I'm Chad.
We brought you some pictures, you know, for reference.
Oh! You're in, uh, your bathing suit.
I know.
That's my best side.
- No, you're wrong.
- I completely disagree with you.
Chris was upset.
That much was clear.
The arrow only came out when Chris needed comfort.
His version of chicken soup and ginger ale.
But didn't he see I needed this? All right, people, gather round, gather round.
Come on.
Debate Club looming over their opponents.
Look serious.
Look like your about to argue for the death penalty.
Yes! Candid, ha! And one more.
Candid! Great, Chad.
It's so fresh.
Ooh, fresh.
We should start saying "fresh.
" - Yeah, fah-resh.
- Thanks.
What other fah-resh things do you want me to draw? Well, Amy had this amazing idea.
- Thanks.
- Welcome.
Instead of doing the same old class superlatives Most likely to be played out.
We thought we'd do "Voices of the School" to go with our "Speak Up" theme, and you'd do their drawings.
- We already have "Voice of the Brain" - William Turkel.
- "Voice of Style" - Me.
But since Corey Speewell got sent to juvie again, we're still looking for "Voice of the Wildman.
" Huh, you don't say.
It's real, it's real.
Candid! Hey, Chris.
You know, a man can gain some clarity up here, Chad, above the noise, the fray, the dippy-pippy chitter chatter of high school bumble brains.
- Come on, man, come down and talk.
- You know, I don't think I will.
I need to acclimate to life as a lone wolf once again.
You have your new chums, and I have mine, the wind, the sky, this space vehicle slide.
Dude, my new chums can be your new chums, too.
They're looking to do a spread on the school wildman, and there's no one wilder in the whole damn town than you.
- Not interested.
- But-but you're the one always talking about legacy and reputation.
This is your chance to cement yourself in the annals of time, to let future generations know that Chris Novak knew no bounds of sense, - propriety and decorum.
- Hmm, you're right.
This deserves to live long past my corporeal body.
So, what's up your sleeve, partner? I got invited to Joey Olsen's party tonight.
Come with me, and let's show them you're no mere mortal.
We'll be big bangs together! So, what's your plan, wildman? Wildmen don't have plans, Chad.
They rely on animal instinct.
And my inner animal is telling me to woo this crowd with a dramatic reading of my latest sci-fi horror epic poem.
Ah, "The Tutankhamen Nebula"? No, my new one.
It's rhymier.
Wait till you hear the live version.
I got a bootleg from my cousin in Chicago.
Stellar.
- Bootleg? - Chicago? I-I don't know if I'm ready for this level of conversation.
Are you ever ready for the high dive, man? Sometimes, you just got to jump.
I was about to leap into the unknown.
I wasn't prepared, but in a way, that made me even more excited.
Jay.
Come with me, sweetie.
I feel terrible you've never had a new bike of your own, Jay.
So, I dug into my piano money and got you this! Gee, mom.
This is great.
I saw a poster at the bike shop for a cute little race.
It's the perfect place to take your new wheels for a spin.
- Oh, my God, you made it! - Candid! Hey, guys.
This party is fah-resh.
I brought my sketch pad in case there's anything, you know, fah-resh.
Gah-ross.
How would you draw that guy? Hmm.
Like a peccary.
So dead on.
God, you get it.
- He gets it.
- Thanks, thank you.
Ooh! Look what I found in the hamper! Who is that? Oh, that's my friend Chris.
He's really wild.
For your listening pleasure, I give you "Starship Fear.
" Space, the black void, the goddamn abyss.
It creeps in around with its cold, icy kiss.
Mars is red.
Blood is red.
The Supernova Killer he's in your bed! Yay! Oh, my God, that's so awesome! Puffs, puffs, puffs, puffs! Yeah! Ladies.
Gentleperson.
Chad.
- That was indescribable.
- Who are you? Candid! Chris Novak.
Mischief-maker.
Hullabaloo-haver.
Master of roguery.
You're so like, where do you come up with your ideas? I don't.
They come up with me.
Hey wouldn't Chris be the perfect wildman? - Chad equals genius.
- Guys, it's official.
We have found our Voice of the Wildman.
Just make sure to call me Ace.
'Cause Ace's Wild.
Okay, we're gonna need a lot more of that and this.
Photo shoot starts tomorrow.
Okay, let's go get some pictures of girls drunk crying.
Chris was in.
We were golden.
Oh, isn't this exciting, Wayne? Seeing our boy about to race his little heart out? All I see are a lot of ways - for a new bike to get broken.
- Taking bets.
Hey, Wayne, you want in on the action? I give you the best odds.
- You gamble on this? - Oh, yeah.
This is an untapped market.
Here's a free tip.
Red bike boy is distracted.
His parents are getting divorced.
Riders, ready? Go, honey, go! You can catch those guys! Look at that sad boy on that sad bike.
What a piece of crap.
- Why don't you try the rodeo, kid? - More like "slow-deo.
" 15 years of insecurity overwritten by a simple nod.
Acceptance is a strange and splendid creature.
Candid! Look at that sad boy on that sad bike.
Why don't you try the rodeo, kid? More like "slow-deo.
" So killer.
Your energy screams off the page.
Screams.
I came out of the womb screaming.
I don't know, something's still missing.
We need one, big, mind-blowing stunt that's gonna, like, stick in people's brains for all time.
Your wish is my command.
Command me! How about you jump your bike into the lake? A bike jump.
How quaint.
Milady, please, leave the wilding to the professionals.
Moi.
I shall plan a stunt worthy of this yearbook full of tears and gasps and wetting of drawers.
Aces out! Oh, my God.
Did he just say "Aces out"? - Man, that guy is - Hilarious.
- ridiculous.
- Wait, what? Just when you think he can't act like a bigger tool, pow! - Toolier! - You mean bigger wildman, don't you? Come on, Chad.
I know he's a friend of yours, but even you have to realize what a buffoon he is.
I mean So you aren't doing a spread on him? Oh, we are.
Just not a wildman spread.
Thank you so much for bringing him to us, Chad.
You have taken our book to, like, a whole new level.
I wanted to be somebody but instead I'd become one of them.
And Chris was going to suffer for it.
Was it worth being seen when I didn't even want to look at myself? Enter! Chris, Chris I'm engaged in a staring contest, Chad.
Have a seat.
Enjoy the sport.
- Pride and breakfast cereal is the purse.
- Shouldn't take long.
I've got this dry-eyed son of a bitch on the ropes.
Child.
Okay, I kind of had something important to tell you, but No, no, no.
Go ahead.
Tell away, Chad.
I've got the concentration of a wildebeest.
Okay.
I'm really sorry, but I just found out the yearbook club have been screwing with you.
They don't think you're a wildman at all, and in the yearbook they're gonna call you the school idiot.
You blink! I win! Sugar cereal for Terry tonight! I'm on a roll, I cannot lose! Sugar! My legacy was all I had.
Such a fragile flower, crushed by their black boots and blacker hearts.
I'm so sorry I dragged you into all this.
Not your fault, blood brother.
You were as duped as I was.
Damn this town! They're evil geniuses, Chad.
They knew my Achilles foot.
And I know theirs.
Chris, you're gonna do your stunt and blow everyone away.
We're gonna show them what Ace's Wild is capable of.
While others slept, we prepared.
Those who work only in the light will always fall to those who work through the darkness.
I call her "The Black Rose.
" - Whoa.
- You know what to do.
Wow.
Nice job getting the word out, Amy.
I know a lot of people.
So do we get a sneak peek at what our idiot's up to? Uh, he wants to keep it a surprise.
This is going to be truly spectacular.
If he'd only done this at golden hour, it would've been perfect.
Attention, earthbound dwellers! I stand above you not as a student, but a man of the future.
A man who cannot be contained by space or time.
A man with his own jet pack! What is that? Walking is for saps, ladies and gentlemen.
And I'm no sap.
I am Ace's Wild! Oh, my God.
This is even better than I imagined.
Oh, no! Chris? Chris? No! No! Chris! Oh, Chris! No! - Oh, my God, he's dead.
- He's dead? No.
Oh, no.
No, no.
No.
No, no, no.
Is this what you wanted? - The wildman playing the fool? - What? No! - We loved Chris.
- He was so daring and full of life.
And now he's gone.
The son of a bitch deserved better.
A man can't live so audaciously and have it be in vain.
We have to do something.
I don't know.
Some kind of yearbook memorial.
Of course! We still have time to change the spread before it's due at the printer.
"Ace's Wild.
Forever Wild in our Hearts.
" - That's so utterly beautiful.
- I know.
Thank you.
He was my best friend.
He was too goddamn beautiful for this world.
He was like a son to me.
I should've made out with him.
He was a one-way street going both ways.
Candid! Self-portrait! Go, Jay! You can do it, sweetie! Taking bets, everybody.
- Nice jacket.
- Ah, the finest opossum money can buy.
You know, with gamblings this good, it's important to treat yourself.
Hey.
What's your take on the little guy with the crazy wheels? He's gonna crush it! Jay, no mercy! Riders, ready? Yeah! You can do it, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it, you can do it, you can What? Oh, it's over.
- Whoa.
- Holy cow.
- That is so - It's a Black Rose! - Whoa.
- Whoa.
Black Rose! Black Rose! Black Rose! Black Rose! Oh, I just lost everything on a sentimental favorite.
Goddamn it.
Can you sign my yearbook? Darlings, we are the best.
Hey, mascot.
Can you sign my yearbook? "Stay gold.
The late, great Chris Novak.
" Ace's Wild lives! Oh! A-A ghost! - You're alive? - And kickin'.
- How could you do this to us? - You ruined our yearbook! Oh, and remember that nice drawing you had me do of you three for the staff page? You should look again.
- You dicks are so over at this school! - So over! - Fine by us.
- That's how we like it.
Can you do something with this? - My bike sucks.
- I want a Black Rose.
I've got some ideas.
Uh, alligator dentist.
What? That's a terrible job.
I don't know.
Enough risk to be rewarding.
- Always in the man.
- In Florida maybe.
- Food tester to the Queen.
- Dude, you could die every time.
Yeah, but there is honor in it.
Visibility is overrated.
The people you give a shit about will always see you clearly.