On this day, his best friend Terry hanged himself at home. It just so happened that Dean found Terry's body in his room. But Dean did not notify Terry's parents according to the mailing address on the postcard. Because, he guessed, even if they knew, they wouldn't care. Terry was a major drug trafficker at Dean's school, and his death immediately plunged the community's already on the brink of collapse into extreme chaos. In order to get the valuable drugs that Terry left behind during his lifetime, Billy and his comrades started a crazy kidnapping plan. They planned to kidnap Dean's younger brother Charlie in order to coerce him to hand over the treasures Terry saved during his lifetime. the rest of the drugs. However, by mistake, Billy and the others tied the wrong object, and mistakenly captured Charlie Brightley, who had a similar name. And Charlie's mother was busy with her upcoming wedding to local mayor Mike Able, unaware of her son's disappearance. Right at their wedding, Mayor Mike was ambushed and wounded in the head. As one thing surfaced, Mike and everyone realized that there was some kind of huge crisis hidden under the quiet and peaceful surface of this small town.
The Chumscrubber movie plot
2022-03-21 08:01
Extended Reading
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Dean Stiffle: ...It's just a beer, mom.
Mrs. Stiffle: You don't have to explain yourself to me Dean, I trust you... I wonder what that'd be like. If we could just switch roles - You could be the parent, and I would be the child, and you could tell me what to do and I would listen to you, and I would trust you...
Dean Stiffle: Are you okay, mom?
[pauses]
Mrs. Stiffle: I'm supposed to be making a casserole right now for Troy's memorial service... I don't know what's wrong with me. My basic energy level has just been noticeably low, lately.
[Mrs. Stiffle starts to laugh]
Dean Stiffle: Mom, I'm sorry... I have to go.
Mrs. Stiffle: No, do not explain yourself to me Dean, I told you not to do that.
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Mrs. Johnson: Hello, Allie!
Mrs. Stiffle: Carrie... hi! How are you?
Mrs. Johnson: Am I interrupting?
Mrs. Stiffle: No, come in. I'm just in the middle of making dinner - would you like a glass of wine?
Mrs. Johnson: Oh, well I left the car running. I just wanted to come back and return your dish and say thank you. It has been such a relief to not have to cook lately, everyone has been *so* nice.
Mrs. Stiffle: [Carrie holds the dish out for Allie to take] ... Oh.
Mrs. Johnson: What?
Mrs. Stiffle: This dish...
Mrs. Johnson: Oh! Oh my God - Is this not the right one? Oh, I got so many, I mean... I've been jotting around all night returning them. Like I said, everyone has been so nice.
Mrs. Stiffle: ...I don't believe I brought over a casserole.
Mrs. Stiffle: [Runs to go check on the dinner] Could you hang on just one second, Carrie.
Mrs. Johnson: [Carrie follows Allie from the doorway to the kitchen] Allie, am I making a mistake here?
Mrs. Stiffle: Bill and I were meaning to come over, Carrie, really. You just get so busy.
Mrs. Johnson: No, but I'm certain. I mean, you came over. We had coffee. We talked. Right? Or am I... just imagining all of this? Is that what I'm doing here, am I just imagining all of it?
Mrs. Stiffle: ...I'm sorry Carrie. We just get so busy sometimes.
Mrs. Johnson: [Starts to back away out of the kitchen and back to the doorway] I'm so embarrassed... I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, here you are preparing a nice family dinner, and I just come in and interrupt everything with no reason at all!
Mrs. Stiffle: [Follows Carrie to the doorway] Carrie, why don't you stay for dinner?
Mrs. Johnson: I really can't. I have so many dishes to return, tonight. Everyone has been so *unbelievably* nice! So we'll see you on Sunday, Allie?
Mrs. Stiffle: Sunday?
Mrs. Johnson: Oh, don't tell me that I forgot your invitation, too!... Troy's memorial. It's this Sunday.
Mrs. Stiffle: Of course Carrie, right. We're looking forward. We'll be there.
Mrs. Johnson: Oh. And I... I wanted to let you know, just in case you were wondering...
Mrs. Stiffle: Yes?
Mrs. Johnson: In no way, whatsoever, do I blame you for Troy's death.
Mrs. Johnson: [Hands Allie the dish and walks out] Goodnight!