Beach Rats

Synopsis: An aimless teenager on the outer edges of Brooklyn struggles to escape his bleak home life and navigate questions of self-identity, as he balances his time between his delinquent friends, a potential new girlfriend, and older men he meets online.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Eliza Hittman
Production: NEON
  7 wins & 14 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.4
Metacritic:
78
Rotten Tomatoes:
85%
R
Year:
2017
98 min
$457,847
Website
1,283 Views


[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Um, hello?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey. How's it going?

Are you there?

Hello? [SNAPS FINGERS]

Sound off.

Are you just gonna watch?

Maybe.

Turn on more light. I can't see you.

Come on, let me get a better look.

Pretty. Real pretty.

Thanks.

Do you like what you see?

I don't really know what I like.

Do you want to meet?

No, I don't do that.

- You're wasting my time.

- Wait.

What?

- Let me see it.- It?

Come on, you gonna make me say it?

Say it.

[CHUCKLES]

Let me see your dick.

Sure you don't want to meet?

[ZIPPER UNZIPS]

Hey.

Glad you could be on time for a change.

- You good?

- Yeah.

- What's up, boy?

- I'm good.

P.A.:
This is Coney Island, Stillwell Avenue.

Transfer is available

to the D, F, and the N train.

[CHATTERING]

Yeah, that's some fine sh*t, though.

[WOMEN CHATTERING]

Great seats.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[FIREWORK WHISTLING]

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

Aren't they beautiful?

They kind of look the same as they did

last week, and the week before last,

and pretty much the same thing

every f***ing summer.

Hater.

You know, this is exact firework show

happens every Friday at 9:30 p.m.

I think they're romantic.

Fireworks are like the opposite of romantic.

So, what's your idea of romance?

[MAN HOOTS]

Let's see.

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER PA]

[SIREN WAILING]

Hey!

[WOMAN SQUEALS]

[GROANS]

Oh, my God!

Whoo!

[BELL DINGING]

[GAME WHOOPS]

Yeah.

- See you later.

- Where are you guys going?

- They're going home, right?

- No, come.

We can chill in the back. I have more weed.

- I don't think she wants us to come.

- He's very busy

for the rest of the night.

We'll take the bud, though.

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

Wait, don't look. My place is a mess.

[SNORTING]

[MUMBLES]

Are you too f***ed up?

Yeah, kinda.

Besides, I bet you didn't

bring any protection.

Usually the guy has the protection.

What year is this?

Do you think I'm pretty?

Are you fishing for compliments?

No.

Well, I think you're very sexy.

You have these nice, soft lips...

like pillows.

These sad blue eyes.

You kind of stink, but it's turning me on.

Do you think I'm pretty?

Do you think I'm pretty?

You're an a**hole.

WOMAN:
Get up.

I'm up.

You okay?

- Yeah, I was just out late.

- I know, but are you okay?

Yes.

You have a perfectly nice bedroom upstairs.

It's cooler down here.

Why are you wearing your bathing suit?

I'm going to the beach, a**hole.

WOMAN:
Knock it off.

Was that a girl I saw creeping out

of my house early this morning?

Maybe.

You could invite her to stay for breakfast.

She had to get home.

- Did you get her car?

- No.

Is that how you treat your girlfriend?

She's not my girlfriend.

Excuse me?

Here you go.

- You good? Working hard?

- Hardly working.

Oh. Sorry.

Let me get one of those.

You want one?

- Oh!

- [LAUGHS]

What the f*** are you guys doing, honestly?

Uh, 2-1.

My bad.

Come on, play.

Yo, ain't that the girl that bopped you off?

Yep.

Maybe he wasn't f***ing her right.

MAN:
Nah, she pissed I didn't call her.

MAN 2:
Yeah, that looks like

her new boyfriend over there.

Where you going?

Can I talk to you for a second?

Please, just a second?

I'm sorry about the other night.

I was f***ed up.

I got a lot going on right now,

and I didn't mean to insult you.

Hey, I'm trying to apologize.

Okay.

I got some family stuff going on right now.

[SCOFFS]

My father has this cancer, and, um...

and he's been suffering for a long time.

I've been a little more f***ed up than usual.

I wanted to say sorry.

Okay?

Okay.

You, uh, want to come smoke

with my friends and me?

[CHUCKLES]

I think you're pretty. Very pretty.

Intimidatingly pretty.

I have to go to work.

Well... can I walk you?

Yeah?

Let's go.

MAN:

Yo, why don't you invite us over more often?

Shh, yo, keep it down.

Why, you ain't allowed to have friends over?

You guys? You're not my friends.

You got anything better than this?

Nah.

- Come on! Stop playing, boy.

- You got anything?

- [LAUGHS]

- He's lying.

Oh, you thinking about it.

I see you thinking about it.

- Don't hold back on us.

- Come on!

All right, hold up.

Yeah, boy. Come on, go get that, boy.

Shut the f*** up.

Here we go.

30mg Oxycodone? Yo, you got roxys.

This sh*t's going for, like, $25 a pop

if you get it on the streets.

Yeah.

They're not for sale, though.

- [MUMBLING]

- Yeah. You first.

Yo, how'd it go with that girl?

Booty, big? Small?

She doesn't look like she had a big butt.

[CHUCKLES]

Yo, I wouldn't wife that if I were you.

She just looks... I don't know, man. [LAUGHS]

Will you be seeing her around?

MAN:
We have, actually.

I heard she give crazy...

- [LAUGHS]

- [POUNDS TABLE]

Shh, yo, keep it down.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

School is starting soon,

and I'm kind of excited.

I have, um, no classes with my best friend,

but I'll see her during

lunch and gym, so that's okay.

But...

Why don't you go on in?

I will, I will.

I'll go with you if you want.

No, I'm fine.

I promise, I'm fine.

...and new techniques.

Um, I'm excited.

So, that's gonna be fun.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

If my dad were here with us today,

he'd want everyone to be happy.

I know that sounds so weird,

but that's what he'd want.

If he were here, he would be cracking

jokes, making fun of the priest,

and trying to make everyone laugh.

He always put everyone else before himself.

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Eliza Hittman

Eliza Hittman is a screenwriter, producer, and director born and based in New York City. more…

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