DENNIS: Wait, so you just painted your butt blue
and nobody noticed the hole in your pants?
DEE: Yeah, it works, it works.
DENNIS: It's a good trick.
FRANK: As long as it works.
-(door opens) -Oh! What's this?
♪ Oh... Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est ♪
♪ Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, far better... ♪
♪ Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away... ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh...
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! ♪
-(Mac whoops) -Yeah! Yeah!
That's a way to start a day.
And we got news! We got news, too!
Ooh! Great song and great news?
Yeah, and it's all tied
in with the song, so it makes sense.
-What's the news? -BOTH: Psycho Pete...!
Psycho Pete's back in town. (maniacally laughs)
-Wait, what? -Whoa.
We're gonna get our psycho back, bitches.
Wait a minute, wait, wait-- the guy you went
to high school with, who killed and ate his family?
-Yeah... (chuckles) -Yeah, yeah... yeah.
Yeah, but don't get all hung up on that, man.
He's good-- he's out of the loony bin, all right?
So, eh... we're getting the freight train
back together, right? Freight train...!
♪
FRANK: This is not good.
There's no way we can have a maniac hanging out in our bar.
He's fine, though.
Okay, look, they unscrambled his brain
and he's, like, good now.
Yeah, they sorted him out, they sorted him out.
-No. -They... You cannot
sort out a man who kills and eats other human beings.
-Mm-mm. -The hospital said he's fine,
so he's fine. The man did the time.
-Yeah... -No, no, no, no.
I lived with these maniacs in the loony bin.
There is no curing those psycho bastards.
It's actually really sad... but once your brain's
a piece of shit, it's always a piece of shit.
There is no way we're having that psychotic mutant
anywhere near our bar.
-That's all there is to it. -Excuse me.
Hey, I'm talking to my friends here, so...
Charlie, seriously, keep that psycho killer
away from us, man.
Hey, Charlie. It's me... it's Peter.
All right, well, I don't know any Peters,
so I don't know how you know my name,
but if you want a beer, just go have a beer, freak.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... Peter!
-Pete, is that you?! -Wait, Psycho Pete?!
(chuckles): Well...
-Oh... sh...! -Oh... dude, you look gnarly!
I did not recognize you, man.
-(laughing) -Psycho Pete!
What happened to your hair? You used to have all that hair.
What'd you do, did you, like, yank it out in a fit of rage?
That's pretty psycho...
No... no, it's just genetics.
Aw, genetics, so psycho...! What are they feeding you, bro?
I mean, you look huge; look at that mass, it's great!
Yeah... I know, you were like 85 pounds before...
Yeah... struggling with my weight for a while now, yeah.
Meds don't help.
-Oh, oh, yeah, uh... -A psycho struggle!
Hey, we got something cued up for you here, man, oh!
Oh, yeah, yeah, we brought something.
-Oh! -Hey...!
♪ Come on, ride the train
♪ And ride it, woo-woo
Come on, come on, come on, get on the cab...
Be the caboose, be the caboose.
Actually, you know, j-just turn the music down,
-j-just a bit. -I got it, I got it.
-Huh? -Oh, yeah, sorry.
We were gonna do the freight train song for you.
So, what-what do you want to do? You want to,
you want to get nuts? You want to get into some shit?
Oh, oh, oh, yeah! Remember, like, you used to go
right up to babies in carriages
and just scream in their faces, you know, they'd cry...?
Uh... dude, that was psycho...
I-I don't feel good about that stuff.
I actually regret a lot of the stuff we used to do.
-(sighs) -Do you?
So, um... hey, do, do you think I could,
like, grab a glass of water or something?
Yeah.
-Yeah. -Yeah, yeah.
Uh, Charlie, can I talk to you for a sec...?
Yeah, yeah.
This guy sucks now.
Oh, my God. Like, I don't like him at all.
No, no, he's, like, not psycho at all.
No, it's like Mild Mannered Pete.
More like Boring Pete.
I thought something like this might happen.
-Did you? -I got a plan.
Yeah, 'cause they mess with
their brains up there, don't they?
Hey, uh... Pete?
Yeah.
-We're gonna go. -Okay.
-That's a good plan. -Yeah.
(door squeaks open)
-(door closes) -Pete...
Sorry about the stuff I was
saying about, uh... the mentally insane...
-Did that anger you? -...earlier.
FRANK (groans): I didn't mean to...
call... psychotic people "mutants."
-It's cool. -FRANK: Mm.
-You know, oh! -Oh...
-You know, we had the, uh... -(Frank mumbles)
-Oh, geez, and that's right now. -Gotta go.
Shoot, I wish I could stay.
-Yeah, I'm out, too. -Adios.
-Okay. -Water.
See you, man. Good luck.
Hey.
Charlie, you know, the main problem
with people going to these state-run loony bins
is the separation between church and state.
-Explain. -Well, you spend most of
your time talking to a therapist, instead of a priest.
You know, a priest is gonna let you off the hook
for all the things that you've done.
You heard Pete, he feels guilty.
-Yeah. -He needs to be absolved,
so that he can go psycho again.
-Okay! -Yeah.
I gue... I guess I see that.
Look, dude, I feel guilty all the time
for my thoughts and urges, you know,
but I'm not gonna talk to a therapist, who's gonna make me,
you know, deal with it and confront those issues.
I talk to a priest, he lets me off the hook, I move on.
Here's our guy.
BOTH: Oh... hey...!
-Cricket...! -Aw, man...
(both engage in a goofy singsongy greeting)
What do you guys want, huh?
Can we ever get a warm reception from you?
Yeah, it's never a nice "hello."
What's the cloak thing, too? What are you doing here, like,
a Phantom of the Opera thing, or what's the story?
I don't like it, take it off. We want to talk to you.
Pop it off, we're trying to have a conversation.
-Holy shit, holy shit! -Oh, shit, what happened?
-Put it back on! Put it back on! -Put it on, put it on.
What the hell happened to your face?!
You want to know what happened?
-Yeah. -This happened to me when
I was locked in your burning apartment at Thanksgiving.
No, you weren't there for that...
-I don't think you were there, man. -Yeah, no.
I was there, Mac, and my whole face burned off.
I remember I was there.
Why would we want you at Thanksgiving dinner?
Especially looking like that,
you would've freaked everyone out with the whole...
This happened at your apartment!
I can't follow a thing this guy's saying...
-Okay, guys, can we just focus? -How do you not follow?
Cricket, we need something from you.
Yeah, we need something.
Hey, we brought you beer. We brought you beer.
Beer? Yeah, okay, fine, I'll help you.
Just give me the beers.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa!
There's five more there. What about the others?
They're not all for you, greedy.
You think that I'm gonna give you all the beer in the world?
Uh, what do you guys want, what do you want?
Okay, we need you to hear our friend's confession
and then absolve him of his sins.
-(grunts) And? -That's the whole thing.
That's, that's what priests do, right?
Yeah, that's it.
That's it? I don't need to suck him
or anything or... let him inside me?
Why would I want you to...? No, dude, that's it.
Hear the confession.
All right, yeah, but if he winds up inside me,
it will cost you a whole sixer, I mean, that...
I got my dignity.
(sighs): Well... let's go, bud.
-Yeah. -(groans): Yeah.
Let me get one of those other beers, too.
-Well, you gotta earn it... -No, no, you gotta earn it.
DENNIS: So, we'll talk to the hospital administrators,
we'll let 'em know that they've made a mistake.
Mistake?! No, I can't imagine they let him go.
I'm sure he must've escaped, right?
I don't like loony bins.
This is giving me a really bad feeling.
-Yeah. -That's understandable, Frank,
but these places, they're a necessary evil.
I'm telling you, we gotta trust the system.
Let's just get Pete back into the system.
That's right-- there's a system in place
for everything, okay? We don't have to panic.
-Everything's gonna be fine. -Yeah.
-Is it locked? -Let's go.
DEE: Hello?
Hang on. What is going on here?
Looks like this place has been shut down for months.
DEE: Oh, my God, Dennis, listen to this:
"Reed Mental Institution was shut down
'cause of statewide cutbacks."
Oh, so they just cut all the loonies loose?
What? How could they do that?
That's-that's insane!
I guess it was either that or raise our taxes.
What?! Raise my taxes? Come on.
How much do these vultures need? I already pay a ton in taxes.
Why, then I guess they're gonna have
to shut down more of these places.
What?! Shut down more of these...
We gotta have somewhere to send our lunatics!
Well, then, we're going to have to pay more in taxes.
What?! I'm not paying more in taxes, Dee.
I won't do it. Don't speak of it again!
(whispers): This is strange.
I swear, this is all too familiar.
Whoa.
(muffled screaming)
(gasping)
(child screaming distantly)
(scratchy voice): ♪ Rockabye Froggy
♪ On the treetop...
It's okay, Froggy.
I'll keep you moist.
Oh... (gasps)
This is it! This is it!
What? What are you babbling about?
Th-This is the nitwit school
I was shanghaied to when I was a kid.
That one that you had your mommy tell them to tell you
that you didn't have donkey brains.
I knew I didn't have donkey brains.
But everybody else did.
Especially my roommate, the frog kid.
Oh, you had a frog kid roommate? Sure.
Froggy and I used to take care of each other.
He was a good kid. We watched each other's back.
One time, we escaped
and they chased us down with those big nets
they use to catch dogs.
Did you grow up in a cartoon?
I can't believe they set them loose!
Froggy can't be in the world out there!
Froggy never did anything wrong.
I gotta find Froggy!
Froggy! Froggy!
He's unzipped.
Yeah, all right, look... What are we gonna do, Dee?
We can't have Pete wandering the streets.
I don't want him near me. We gotta get him sent somewhere.
Or... ooh, what about that nut, uh, nuthouse in-in Westchester?
Ah, says that one's been shut down, too.
Oh, come on! I pay so much money in taxes already.
-Where's that going? -Well, they used that money
to open up the Eagles' new practice facility.
That makes sense. That's kind of a no-brainer.
I mean, you can't have our guys out there twisting ankles.
Yeah. A man of Shady McCoy's abilities,
he needs a proper landing strip.
Gotta get our maniacs in green set up in a nice facility.
-Sophie's choice, huh? -Mm-hmm.
Oof. Go, Birds.
Go, Birds. Go, Birds.
CRICKET: Is there something weighing on your mind, my son?
W-What?
Wh-Who is that?
It's time to confess your sins.
Unburden yourself and be absolved.
Is that a glory hole?
Yes. It is, my son.
But it'll cost you a whole sixer
if you want to unburden yourself in that way.
Uh... that being said, I'm... open to it.
(whispering): Cricket, stay on topic here, man.
Just absolve the man and let's go.
But I don't even know what I'm absolving him of.
All right? He has to confess something first.
What's... what's going on in here?
All right, you know what, maybe we'll just do
the confession for him and God'll get what we're going for.
-Cricket, we're gonna confess. -Okay, fine.
All right, um... he used to, um, scream in baby's faces.
(Cricket laughs)
(laughing)
Well, that's just funny. That's just plain funny.
-I know, I know, I know. -They'd be all freaked out...
Okay, no, you know what he used to do?
He used to gather, like, cats and dogs...
-Oh, yeah. -...and then put them into
like a little room and, like, have 'em battle it out.
CRICKET: That's just cats' and dogs' nature, to fight,
so I don't see a problem with that.
Oh, oh, also, he murdered and ate his family.
-Right. -CRICKET: What?
See, there was, like, a Christmas dinner thing with,
like, the eating of his family and a burning of the house down.
-Is this Psycho Pete? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
CRICKET: Jesus Christ!
That guy's a goddamn maniac!
I'm not absolving him! He should be in jail!
Hey, guys?
Pete, is that you? Hey, man.
I'm gonna get out of here, okay?
Oh...
I'm gonna use...
use the women's restroom.
Oh, sure! Yeah, a lot of people in here.
Kind of a full house.
-Yeah, you can... -Yeah, the women's room,
-I'm sure, is... You blew it. -Goddamn it, Cricket.
Uh, is it safe? We're safe to be here?
Relax, Cricket, it's safe.
The guy's all docile and shit now.
He's on these meds, he's...
No, look, he-he might look calm on the outside,
but there's a storm brewing on the inside, okay?
And I think I know what the problem is.
He's psycho.
He's straight-up possessed by the Devil.
Okay, you lost me.
Okay, think about it.
He used to be fun crazy, you know?
And the Devil was like, "I like this dude!
I'm gonna get involved!"
He jumps in there, makes him evil crazy,
then the meds get thrown on top.
-They shut everybody down. -Yeah.
Okay... All right, so where you...
where you going with that?
We gotta get him off the meds and get the Devil out.
You want to do an exorcism?
Of course I want to do an exorcism.
That's what the whole thing...
-I was hoping. -That's where I come in.
Why didn't you just come right out here
and be like, "Let's do an exorcism"?
I-I can't lead with the exorcism.
All right, so we'll get the demon
and we'll get the goblin out
and then we'll have our fun Pete back.
Oh, yeah, I want to get the demon out
but, uh, not-not a goblin.
Oh, we should get 'em all out.
Get the demon, the goblin, the ghoul and then you got Pete.
Well, no, no, no, no.
There's no goblins, there's no ghouls, it's just demons, okay?
Well, they're all made up, so...
Yeah... that's why he burned your face, you son of a bitch!
-Yeah, yeah, that's true, man! -Okay, look, I'm getting hot.
-I'm getting too hot. -Yeah, we're getting hot.
Let's just go get the exorcism going.
All right, yeah, and let's get you, like,
a hat or a hood or...
All right, now, listen.
Let me talk to this doctor, okay?
I'll explain to him that we have
a-a dangerous psychopath in our bar
and he could snap at any minute.
And because there are no facilities to lock him in,
we need to get him his medication
as soon as possible, in order to avoid a massacre.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Just let me handle this, okay?
I'll act crazy and then he'll prescribe them to me.
You will sit here and you will be quiet.
Your bad acting will only confuse him
and it will infuriate me.
I'm gonna ask him about the frog kid.
-Don't do that. -Oh, my God.
-Mm-hmm. No. -Don't do that.
Froggy and I need each other.
-He's out there all alone. -You...
I'm gonna find Froggy.
You are never gonna be able to find
a goddamn frog person, okay?
-I'm gonna find him. -Guys, please.
Just let let me handle it. I got it. I got it.
Hello, thank you for waiting. I'm Dr. Coleman.
-How can I help you today? -Yes.
Do you have some sort of donkey brain database?
-No. -I'm looking for a kid.
The frog kid.
Just search for any half-man, half-amphibious creature.
Yeah, okay, no. That's not why we're here, Doctor.
(Southern accent): Doctor...
I've always relied upon the kindness of strangers.
DENNIS: What is... what are you do...
What is that, A Streetcar Named Desire?
I'm in desperate need of medical intervention.
You see, years ago, I tried to burn my college roommate
down to the box springs, whilst she was sleeping, and now...
I have a hankering to do it again.
Dr. Zimmerman!
Excuse me?
Dr. Albert Zimmerman.
The old bastard who ran the nitwit farm.
He'll know where Froggy is. I'll find him...
-Yeah. -...I'll find the frog kid.
-Yeah, go find him. -I'm gonna find him.
Uh, I'm not sure I understand what's happening.
I'm schizophrenic.
-Dee? -Hmm?
I swear you would be of more use to me
if I skinned you and turned your skin into a lampshade.
Or fashioned you into a piece of high-end luggage.
I can even add you to my collection!
Are you saying that you have a collection of skin luggage?
Of course I'm not, Dee.
Don't be ridiculous. Think of the smell.
You haven't thought of the smell, you bitch!
Now, you say another word and I swear to God
I will dice you into a million little pieces.
And put those pieces in a box.
A glass box...
that I will display on my mantel.
All right... now that that's settled,
we can have a normal conversation.
Now, Doctor, I'm here to talk to you about a man.
A very dangerous and a very unstable man.
(classical piano music playing)
FRANK: Dr. Zimmerman?
-Yeah? -It's me.
Don't you recognize me?
Yes, yes.
Of course I recognize you.
Good, 'cause I got questions.
What did you do with him?
Where is he?
Where is who?
The frog kid.
Froggy!
Aw, God, Doc!
I got to find him!
But I don't understand...
I got to know where he is, Doc, because I got to help him!
I-I owe him that much!
But, Franklin...
Yes?
...you are Froggy.
Huh?
I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America...
ZIMMERMAN: It was you, Frank!
You are the frog kid!
(frog croaking)
You were an outcast as a child,
so you created an imaginary friend.
YOUNG FRANK: It's okay, Froggy.
I'll keep you moist.
ZIMMERMAN: But the lines of reality became blurred.
Soon you didn't know where
Frank began and Froggy ended.
(Young Frank chanting)
Oh, yeah. I see that.
I remember that now.
What are you doing?
You're having an episode
again, Frank, aren't you?
We got to catch the little froggy.
Put that down. Get-get out of here!
Here we go, come on...
I'm not sick anymore! I'm not a frog!
-I know I'm not a frog! -Catch the froggy!
We have to catch the froggy.
Let's go through the, through the, through the, the checklist.
-Um, crucifix. -I got it. Yeah.
Got that. Holy water-- we got that.
Yeah, we got all the stuff. We got the straps.
-We got everything, man. -Okay.
So, what's the plan? We're just gonna, like, bum-rush
this guy from behind or what?
CRICKET: Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys, come on.
No one is taking me from behind, all right?
Unless you have crack.
If you have crack, let's boogie.
-No one is going into your asshole. -No.
I wouldn't let them without the crack.
-Can we just...? -Um, yeah.
Let's go through the basic beats, all right?
-Uh, talk a bunch of Latin. -Yeah, that's me.
I'll fake it.
Wait, what do you mean you'll fake it?
You don't, you don't know your Latin anymore...?
No, no. Don't worry about it. I can sell anything, you know?
You know how many times I fake on the streets?
You know? You have to fake. The guys that don't fake,
they're the ones that get it the worst.
Cricket, just like anything we can do
to have you not talk about
like, sucking penises or getting raped in the butt...
It just keeps popping up.
Oh! Oh!
Hey, I got it. Problem solved.
-I got Pete's drugs. -Oh, we got drugs?
All right, crank me up, baby! We going up? Down?
-How we doing this, huh? -What the hell is Crick...?
-Oh! Oh! Cricket! Ugh! -Uh-oh!
Oh, the face? Yeah, sorry.
Jesus Christ! That is gross, man! What the hell?!
-God's wrath. -He had some sort of, like,
Thanksgiving incident. He went to some, like, party...
Yeah, at your house! Everyone was there!
-How do you not remember this? -I don't have a house!
No, you were not at our place 'cause we would not have
-invited you to our Thanksgiving thing. -No. That's awful.
Never mind. Doesn't matter.
How the hell did you get drugs for Pete?
Well, I had a simple conversation
with a reasonable man and that man wrote me a prescription.
Mm, yeah. He got the drugs
by being a real-life actual psychopath.
(chuckles) She keeps... Uh, no... ridiculous, okay?
No, the man asked me a few questions.
-Mm-hmm. -I answered those questions
-as honestly as I could. -Right.
Next thing I know, I'm walking out the door
with meds for borderline personality disorder.
-Yup. -You see? That's how you get shit done, Dee.
No, no. That's how you get diagnosed.
Where is he? Where's Pete?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa! -Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
I'm gonna put him out of his misery!
No, no! Frank, Frank!
DENNIS: We're gonna help this guy, all right?
But there's no helping him, Dennis--
don't you understand?
I know. I'm the frog kid, right?
It was all in my mind, but I got cured.
But I could have another episode.
So if I had another episode, what do I do?
I eat a couple of flies.
If he has another episode, he kills us.
-He's a murderer! -Uh...
-Dude, dude! -No, I'm not.
-Huh? -I'm-I'm not a murderer.
That's just what a murderer would say.
No, no, no, really. All that stuff with my family?
It's just, it's just a rumor people started about me.
You know, kind of like
all the rumors you guys started about me?
-What rumors? -Huh? Huh?
What are you talking about?
You know, that I'm crazy and stuff.
Well, yeah, uh, crazy awesome, you know...
-Like crazy bad-ass! -Yeah, except-except none of it
was true, and then the more people spread it around,
the more afraid people were of me.
DENNIS: Well, wait a second.
Then why'd you get sent to a mental institution?
Social anxiety disorder mixed with depression.
I was really more of a danger to myself.
I was always talking about committing suicide.
(Dennis and Charlie groan)
That's why I wanted to reconnect with you guys 'cause, you know,
a lot of people they can't deal with that kind of stuff,
but you always liked me, so I figured
you guys could help me cope with it.
-That we would help...? -ALL: Yeah!
Oh, yeah, yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Well, we could help you cope with it. Um...
-Or... -Hmm?
♪ Come on, ride the train
♪ And ride it
♪ Come on, ride the train
♪ And ride it
♪ Come on, ride the train...
Okay, Pete! This thing's going all the way to Los Angeles,
buddy, all right? City of Angels!
Yeah, a place where no one is depressed.
Yeah, you can surf the sadness away!
This is exactly what you need, Pete.
I just want to thank you guys so much for trying to help me.
I suppose it could be good to get a fresh start.
Uh, yeah, all that. Hey, listen.
Save the chit-chat for the hobos-- you got a long trip.
(all saying good-bye)
Bon voyage! All right.
Well, that takes care of that-- problem solved.
All right, well, uh, you guys
want to go pop by the new Eagles facility?
-Ooh. -Heard they're having an open practice.
Yeah!
-Let's go, Eagles! -Let's go, Birds!
-Ride that train! Go, Birds! -Go, Birds!
♪ Come on, it's the choo-choo train... ♪
Oh, well, George, good luck.
Enjoy Philadelphia, City of Brotherly Love.
-Yeah, yeah. -They're gonna take great care of you here.
Rain, rain, buzzing...
All right, get on out of here.
Take care, pal.
-GEORGE: Bye! -Okay.
Well, that takes care of that.
Problem solved. Let's get out of here.
♪ It's about that time for me to holler ♪
♪ Girl, I want to waller
♪ In the back of my Impala, whoo! ♪
♪ Don't need no bags, get ready, come on, say what? ♪
♪ They coming through your town, move your arm up and down ♪
♪ And make that choo-choo sound like this ♪
♪ Come on, ride the train
♪ And ride it
♪ Come on, ride the train
♪ And ride it
♪ Come on, ride the train
♪ And ride it
♪ Come on, ride the train and ride it ♪
♪ Come on, ride the train...
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(trio chanting backwards)