"SONNY:" "You want to know what this is all about?" "You could say it's about drugs or guns or disaffected youth," "or whatever you like." "But this whole thing is about parenting." "It's about taking care of your children." "You take care of yours, I take care of mine." "INTERVIEWER:" "I'm sorry, I don't understand." "What does that mean?" "That's all I have to say about that subject." "Next question." "Your son was a drug dealer?" "A drug dealer?" "No." "Did he sell a little weed?" "Yeah." "A little weed?" "He was a major supplier to the San Gabriel Valley." "I don't know anything about that." "What about the D.A.'s assertion that your son got his marijuana from you?" "And that you have ties to organized crime?" "What is this amateur night bullshit?" "This isn't an interrogation, all right?" "I'm a taxpayer and I'm a citizen." "And you are a jerk-off." "Did I tell you that?" "TIKO:" "Come on, Johnny, I don't let fiend jump in the alley." "If you don't give me fucking 12 reps, I'm fucking your mom and your girl." "FRANKIE:" "Tell him, Tiko!" "What'd you say?" "I couldn't hear you." "You say you want to suck my cock, right?" "First you got to grow one." "JOHNNY:" "Shit, my dick's so big it's got a knee." "(LAUGHING)" "TIKO:" "Five foot three, hung like a flea." "Fuck, it's hot out there." "What are you doing, Elvis?" "is it dark outside?" "What?" "I'm paying you for a full day, right?" "I've been here since 10:00 this morning." "(ALL EXCLAIMING)" "Fuck that shit." "I asked you a question." "Do you see the fucking moon, Elvis?" "It's definitely daylight." "I'll show you my moon." "Johnny, I did everything that you said." "The house is clean. I went to the store." "There's food and beer in the fridge." "The wash is done." "Adolf's fed." "The grass is cut." "It's all done, man." "Well, I guess you shouldn't have finished so fast, huh?" "Shut the fuck up." "Never mind that." "Never mind that." "Shut the fuck up!" "Get back to fucking work." "You want shit to do?" "Go wash the floors." "Scrub out the toilets." "Or better yet, pick up all the dog shit in the backyard." "And if you finish too fast, dump it out..." "ALL:" "And pick it back up again." "Party's over, man." "Shut the fuck up, Pick." "FRANKIE:" "I can get you a pooper scooper." "PICK:" "Why are you so touchy?" "That's messed up, man." "JOHNNY:" "What?" "When am I going to get my money, Elvis?" "When?" "I told you." "I get my check on Thursday." "All right." "Well, how much is the check?" "I don't know." "It depends on the hours." "Well, how many hours did you work, bitch?" "I can't remember." "Fucking deadbeat, man." "Go on, get the fuck out of here." "The walk of shame." "The walk of shame, man." "Yo!" "What up, little B?" "What up, B?" "It's 01 1 ." "$·,500." "All of it, huh?" "Surprise, surprise." "Yeah." "Okay." "So?" "So I got this guy." "He wants five." "Plus my regular two." "So I figure I'm going to need seven." "I don't know, B. I don't... I don't like having that much shit out." "I'm going to see my guy on Monday and I'll clear you right out, man." "He's good for it, Johnny." "You don't need to tell him I'm good for it, man." "I'm not looking for any fucking favors, J.T." "If it makes sense, do it." "If not, fuck it." "All right." "We'll try it." "Where are you going, right?" "TIKO:" "That's what I'm talking about." "But come Friday, I don't want to hear any fucking stories." "You won't." "SONNY:" "Be ready, be ready." "Soft hands, right?" "Soft hands." "Nice." "Nice." "That's major league stuff right there, baby." "Grab a bat, and I'll throw you a couple." "Hey." "Hey." "What do you say, Tarzan?" "I need seven." "Seven?" "Seven?" "Who?" "Bobby "01 1"." "Yeah?" "Well, we could put together." "I don't want to get picked off." "All right." "You know where he's been?" "Yeah." "I mean, I don't know, but it feels good." "All right." "It's on you anyway, right?" "It always is, Pop." "Hey, look at this kid." "How handsome he is." "Look at this!" "You must be knocking them dead." "You knocking them dead?" "No." "Let go of me." "So, what are you doing tonight?" "You chasing tail?" "No, I'm just chilling." "On a Friday night?" "Sonny?" "I know. I know." "Don't make me wonder about you, kid." "You sound like half a fucking fag." "Always had my suspicions." "Just make the fucking call." "Wait a minute." "Remember what I told you." "Men are not supposed to be monopolous. lt's in our nature to spread the seed." "Yeah, very poetic." "Come on." "Come on." "Angela's a nice girl and all, but you got to plow some fucking fields!" "Did you hear me, you fucking fruitcake?" "Come on, buddy." "He's a great kid." "Yeah, he is." "Hello?" "Hey!" "We didn't expect to see you." "Come on in." "Hi." "You hungry?" "Yeah." "There's plenty of food." "Hey." "Hey." "I like your hair, Jakey." "Thank you." "You look handsome with a little hair." "Thank you." "What's going on with the job?" "Lot of sales." "Really busy." "Just, everything's going really great." "How's your mother?" "Wonderful, thank you." "Tell her I said hello." "I'll do..." "And Wanda?" "She's fine." "Could I talk to you for a second?" "Yeah, sure." "Excuse us." "Excuse us." "I need to borrow money." "I thought we talked about this." "Yeah." "You haven't paid me back for the last time." "I know. I'm sorry. I... lt's not the money." "You know that, don't you, Son?" "I just can't keep bailing you out all the time." "I know, man!" "I mean, do you..." "Do you think I'd fucking be here if this wasn't the last stop on earth?" "How much?" "·00 bucks." "Hey." "What's going on?" "Jake wants to borrow money." "How many times are we going to do this, Butch?" "Kid comes in here stoned out of his mind, and you keep throwing money at him because you don't want to deal with it." "I'm working!" "I have a job." "I'll pay you back." "No." "No, I can't do it, Son." "Right." "Sorry to interrupt." "Go back to your perfect little family." "That's not fair." "Don't fucking touch me!" "Hey." "Can I come with you?" "No, kid, not tonight." "I got some shit to do." "Okay." "Yeah." "You okay?" "You all right?" "Yeah." "Okay, well, page me later." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Okay." "I love you." "Yeah." "Yeah." "(ALL CHATTERING)" "(GUN FIRING)" "Punk-ass bitches." "(LAUGHING)" "Look at these fucking wannabe motherfuckers with their fucking guns and their fucking gold chains." "They got nothing!" "They're worthless!" "The only thing these motherfuckers are shooting are music videos, dawg." "That's what I'm saying." "That's what I'm saying." "That's what I've been saying all along." "That's what I'm talking about." "(MUSIC PLAYING)" "Now I'm feeling it." "Now I'm feeling it." "Now I'm feeling it, bitches." "You don't want that shit." "No!" "You don't want that shit." "You don't want that shit." "BOBBY:" "Go, Elvis!" "Dance, bitch!" "TIKO:" "You want to call me out?" "You want to call me out?" "Okay." "Yeah, I want to call you out." "I want to call you out." "I want to call you out." "MAN 1 :" "Oh, that is so nasty!" "MAN 2:" "Hey, you know he has herpes, right?" "Bring it on!" "I'm fucking high, dawg." "I can't even..." "I can't even see you right now." "TIKO:" "You ain't shit, Elvis!" "Go back to your shelf." "Yeah, dance, bitch." "He's so fucking brain-dead." "Rape her more!" "Rape her more!" "Oh, shit!" "Come here." "(ALL CHEERING)" "I need a fucking beer." "Hey, would you get me a cerveza?" "ELVIS:" "Oh, you need a beer, Johnny?" "I'll get you a beer." "Don't worry about it, Angie." "I got it. I got it. I got it." "Yo, I got it, Johnny." "Run, bitch." "Bitch, we're fucking thirsty." "Look at that slave-ass motherfucker." ""l got it, Johnny."" "He's like a spook, man." "TIKO:" "He loves Johnny." "Yes, he does." "Don't you, Elvis?" "What?" "You love him, motherfucker." "Johnny?" "Yeah, I do." "I love him a lot." "(ALL LAUGHING) I owe him a lot. I do." "No, no, no." "I don't mean like that." "I mean you fucking love him." "You'd fucking do anything for him." "If he asked you to suck his cock, you probably would." "(ALL EXCLAIMING)" "Shut the fuck up." "No, no, no." "Tell the truth, Elvis." "Tell me you wouldn't drop to your fucking knees and suck Johnny's cock in two seconds, if he asked you." "You'd give it a kiss on the tip. I bet you would, motherfucker." "No, I wouldn't." "You wouldn't?" "Johnny, come on, man." "Oh, you see that?" "Dude, you are a fucking full-on dick-in-the-mouth, balls-across-the-nose, dildo-up-the-ass..." "Fag!" "You're a faggot, dude." "100 percent." "You're a fag." "JOHNNY:" "Shut the fuck up, bitch." "Suck my cock." "You know what?" "Don't talk to me anymore, okay?" "I fuck bitches." "You're a homo." "Suck my cock." "That's it." "That's fucking mean." "Shut the fuck up!" "Suck my fucking cock." "Come on, Schmidt, I'm dead serious." "Suck it, bitch." "Suck my fucking cock." "(DOORBELL RINGING) I got it." "GIRL:" "Come on, do it!" "No, I got it, all right?" "Suck my cock." "Pretty soon it's going to come out, Elvis." "TIKO:" "Pretty soon you're going to come out, Elvis." "That you're fucking gay." "What up, Jake?" "You got to start calling a motherfucker before you just show up." "Christ-killers ain't got no respect." "Yeah." "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "FRANKIE:" "What's up, Jake?" "Oh, shit!" "Yo, come here, man." "Elvis is just about to suck a dick." "Yeah." "Let's go on in here." "So what's going on, homie?" "You know that thing I told you I was going to take care for you down in San Diego?" "Yeah." "It's a washout." "Really?" "What happened?" "Well, I go down there and I put the screws to him." "And I tell him, something bad is gonna happen to him, unless he comes up with your money, and, like, fast." "Which he doesn't, because he's fucking tapped." "But he's scared, so he leans on his neighbor, and I walk on the guy for 150 bombs." "So?" "So, the bombs are no good." "The X was fucking bunk." "And I had a guy lined up to take it all, man." "We would have made so much money on that shit." "But you said that you would take care of it." "You said that it was your debt." "Are you coming in here, trying to nigger-talk me?" "What do you want me to do?" "I can't exactly go back to the guy that I ripped off and say, "Yo dude, your shit was no good."" "Okay, well, I still got to get paid." "I know." "Calm the fuck down." "I got $·00." "And I thought that we could split it." "You thought we could split it?" "Fuck that." "Pay me all of it." "I'm trying." "How?" "You make dog shit at your fucking job." "Be careful, Johnny." "I'm not fucking Elvis." "Yeah, well, you're short, asshole." "Watch your fucking mouth, you little fucking midget." "I'm not one of your little faggot friends." "And remember who you're talking to." "Give me my fucking money!" "You're going to stiff me, huh?" "I'm going to fucking kill you!" "(SCREAMS)" "JAKE:" "Take a fucking drink, you motherfucker." "Why don't you fucking die?" "I'm going to kill you, you fucking bitch!" "(DOGS BARKING)" "Take your fucking hands off him!" "Get back!" "You motherfucker!" "You motherfucker!" "You motherfucker!" "Oh, fuck, Frankie." "Get this fucking bitch off me." "Fucking psycho, man." "Get the fuck off, bitch!" "Who do you think you're messing with, you fucking cocksucker?" "Get away from me." "Sit the fuck down, you crazy bitch!" "Piece of shit." "Whoa, goddamn it, man!" "All right, motherfucker!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Come on, man." "You point that thing at me, you better pull the fucking trigger!" "Well, come on, you fucking pussy, do it!" "Come on, bitch!" "(SCREAMING)" "Why don't you try me, you fucking kike?" "I will!" "I will!" "I love it." "You have everyone else fooled around here, but I ain't fucking buying it." "Get this fucking piece of shit out of my house." "Get the fuck out, dawg!" "All right, Johnny." "It's on." "Ain't no turning back now." "Get the fuck out of here!" "Fucking walk away, okay?" "Come on." "Whoa!" "Fuck me." "(MOANING)" "(BANGING ON DOOR)" "Bitch, shut up." "What's going on?" "Who's there?" "It's Zack." "Who?" "It's fucking midnight!" "It's me, Zack." "Get in here." "What are you doing, you fucking maniac?" "Hi!" "Hi!" "Okay." "Go put on some clothes." "My brother's here." "Heil!" "Yes, sir!" "You want a drink?" "Yeah." "And she's always telling me what to do." "Like what clothes to wear and what girls she thinks are pretty." "Like I couldn't fucking figure it out for myself!" "That's your mom." "That's Olivia." "Come on, she loves you." "You're her baby." "Yeah, I know." "It's embarrassing." "Do you know that we have homework parties?" "What?" "Homework parties with little hats." "No." "Yeah." "Like..." "Yeah." "...for birthdays?" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Another thing." "I'll be sleeping, right?" "And she'll wake me up by looking at me." "Like I'll open my eyes, and she'll be right there looking at me, like..." "Fucking A!" "It's goddamn creepy, you know." "Like she's in love with me, and breathing on me!" "You're lucky, you know that." "I mean, my mother, she'd never..." "Boo-hoo for me!" "Yeah, I know." "But, you know, I'd trade you." "I just got to get out." "Wow, I'm drunk." "I got to smoke." "Well." "Look at Zacky!" "All grown up!" "Look at his little one-hitter and his stress weed." "Shut up." "Take a drink." "Like a pro." "Wacky Zacky." "That's me." "Wacky Zacky." "(TELEPHONE RINGING)" "Hello?" "OLIVIA:" "Wanda, put my kid on the phone." "Now." "One minute." "It's Olivia." "No, no." "Fucking A!" "All right, give it to me." "Hello?" "Zack was supposed to be home two hours ago. ls he with you?" "Yeah, he's here." "Fucking A, dude." "No, we're talking." "I said we're talking." "Put him on the phone..." "Don't get your panties all in a wad, Olivia." "I'll drive him home later." "Do you know what time it is?" "Yes, I do know what time it is, thank you." "Put my son on the phone or I am coming over there right now, God damn it." "Yeah, okay." "Yeah, okay." "All right!" "You got to go home." "(TIRES SCREECHING)" "ZACK:" "No!" "WANDA:" "Wait, no, stop!" "JAKE:" "Come on, Zack!" "Tonight we ride!" "(ZACK LAUGHING)" "Come on." "No!" "Come on." "ZACK:" "Jake." "Hey, Jake." "Jake, am I a funny guy?" "You're hysterical." "Am I a good guy?" "You're the best." "Yeah?" "Yeah, you are a good guy." "You are the best, man." "Oh, boy." "Get inside." "Oh, Dad!" "You wanted him, you got him." "Hi!" "Bye!" "BUTCH:" "You're a real son of a bitch, you know that?" "Come on!" "MAN:" "I was fucking my dog one time, right?" "No, no, no." "Hey..." "Hey, look at the caboose on that one." "I could crack that open like a peach." "Are you fucking kidding me?" "You are a fucking dinosaur, Cosmo." "Come on." "You're dead." "You can't do anything." "Your balls are all wrinkled up." "What?" "What?" ""What?" You deaf fuck." "I said you're old." "I can knock the bottom out of her." "You don't even know what a bottom is." "You don't know what to do." "Balls deep." "Hey, waitress!" "What can I do for you?" "What did you have in mind?" "Just get another round of drinks." "You haven't finished the last ones." "I didn't ask you that." "Just get us some more fucking drinks." "Get us some drinks, bitch!" "Come on." "Mind your manners." "We're fine." "Just give me the bill." "Hey, no, Dad." "Come on, I got it." "Oh, you got it, huh?" "What are you..." "Look at this guy." "Special occasion." "Big spender over here!" "Come on, Cos, let's go." "Johnny says we're leaving, let's go!" "Hey, Johnny, watch this." "Tell Jake we stopped in." "Oh, I will." "When I told Jake what happened, he fucking flipped out." "And I had to calm him down." "He was going to kill Johnny." "Jake's like that." "He's a very passionate person." "But I told him, "No. lf you're gonna do something," ""you got to fucking hit him where it hurts."" "Johnny had a car stolen by a mutual acquaintance, and he was trying to collect on the insurance money." "Jake comes in, salts the whole fucking deal, insurance company catches wind of it, they don't pay out." "Costs Johnny $30,000." "Of course, Johnny had to retaliate." "It's fucking business." "Mr. Johansson wants to see you." "You wanted to see me?" "Sit down." "What's up, Pete?" "Your probation officer called." "You talked to Mr. Lampington?" "I thought he was out of town." "Yeah." "Well, I talked to him." "He says you've been getting into trouble again." "Breaking into houses, using drugs." "Speed, mainly." "It's not true." "Yeah, it is." "No, it's not." "Pete, I swear to God." "Dude." "Dude!" "It's... I feel you. I'm right here." "Don't look at me that way." "I'm telling you the fucking truth!" "I'm totally fucking straight, man!" "I mean, I'm a little..." "Mr. Lampington is so full of shit." "He's out of fucking town." "How would he know what I'm doing?" "You disappoint me." "Pete." "Pete." "I swear to fucking God." "I need you to take a drug test." "Pete, come on." "I need this job." "I need this job." "I really need this job." "Fill it up." "I need this fucking job!" "Back off!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Get the fuck out of here!" "You're fired!" "Get your shit and get out!" "Do not let him back in here!" "I will take you down to hell with me!" "Get the fuck out of here!" "I will take you down to fucking hell with me!" "I will take you down to hell with me!" "(MUSIC BLARING)" "(MEN WHOOPING)" "You want to play some games, Truelove?" "Let's play some motherfucking games." "(DOGS BARKING)" "Motherfucker." "Fuck that!" "JAKE:" "Where's this motherfucker?" "Where you at?" "Johnny?" "Johnny!" "MAN:" "Go check the bathroom." "Johnny!" "Jake!" "Truelove!" "Truelove!" "Oh, shit, look at this fucking TV!" "Fuck the TV." "Shut the fuck up!" "Shoot the fucking..." "Fuck the motherfucking dog, man." "(JAKE GRUNTING)" "MAN 1 :" "The bitch ain't here, man." "Let's get out of here." "What the fuck are you doing, man?" "What the fuck did you eat, bro?" "MAN 2:" "Be careful, don't step on your own shit." "Oh, man, this fucker's real heavy." "Shit." "No, don't drop it." "Wait." "Don't fucking drop it." "MAN 1 :" "Yo, I'm keeping this motherfucking TV." "Don't fuck with it." "Don't fuck with it, all right?" "You ready or what?" "MAN 2:" "Let's go, come on." "Let's get the fuck out of here." "Let's go!" "Fiesta, motherfuckers, we ready?" "Yo, what the fuck, dude?" "We're moving, bro." "Moving?" "Goddamn right." "It's too fucking hot." "Too many assholes know where l live." "You see this?" "Holy shit!" "Yo, Johnny, what happened, man?" "I come home last night." "My window was busted and my TV is missing." "Fuck, right?" "Fuck!" "Tell him about the shit." "The shit?" "Fucking crackhead Mazursky took a sideways shit on the living room carpet." "What?" "Where?" "Right here." "On the wet spot." "A big fucking steaming crap." "Longways, like this, dawg." "That's fucked up." "is that nuts or what?" "What this motherfucker wipe his ass with?" "His hand?" "I don't know, fucko." "I told you I wasn't here." "Whatever." "That fool is fucking nasty, man." "Check this shit out." "AUTOMATED VOICE:" "Sunday, 12:00 a.m." "JAKE:" "This is just the beginning, bitch." "This is Li'l Shooter." "You're dead, homes." "You hear me, you fucking dwarf?" "I know where your mother lives." "I know where your brother lives." "I know where your papi lives." "We going to play some games, motherfucker!" "Mazursky, right?" "Can you believe that shit?" "After everything I've done for that motherfucker?" "Look, Johnny, fuck him." "Let's get the hell out of Dodge." "Go to Fiesta." "Fuck some bitches." "That's what I'm talking about." "Right?" "Let's run through some shit!" "Schmitty, we're going to go to the Springs for a couple days." "You stay here and get everything all boxed up and out." "I don't want to see shit here when I get back, okay?" "All right." "All right." "I want a receipt, too." "Yeah, and maybe if you guys are still there when I get finished, I'll cruise down there." "Yeah." "Maybe you can blow me." "Fuck you, dick." "I wanna come." "Yeah, yeah." "Just make sure you get the shit smell out of the carpet, bitch!" "I don't get it." "What are we doing?" "Let's go break this fucking guy's head." "Mazursky!" "He's not here." "I'm telling you, he's gone, man." "Look, his car is not even here." "That don't mean shit." "There's not even any fucking lights on." "How are the lights going to be on?" "It's the middle of the fucking day." "What the fuck are we doing?" "I don't know, but I'm not standing here like a fucking idiot." "What are you doing?" "I'm just kidding." "All right, so quit fucking around." "Hey!" "Yo, J!" "Check it out." "07 miles an hour, motherfucker!" "Okay." "Let's see what you got." "(SPEAKING SPANISH)" "Manny motherfucking Ramirez, motherfucker!" "You guys are fucking idiots." "(BUTCH AND OLIVIA CHATTERING)" "Jesus!" "Make more noise." "He's 15." "You remember when you were 15?" "You know what?" "For once in your life, your tennis match will wait." "Why do you have to be such a fucking pussy?" "What are you thinking?" "What are you getting crazy about?" "It's not that big a deal." "I am not crazy!" "If you were ever here..." "Would you just leave it?" "...you might notice that." "Oh, great." "Let's just let him turn out like..." "Like what, Olivia?" "Like who?" "Like what?" "Say it." "Like Jake?" "Hey." "What's going on?" "Oh, jeez." "BUTCH:" "Come here." "Come here." "Your mother found this in your room." "It's a pipe." "I know what it is." "It's a bong." "You want to tell me about it?" "No." "You smoking pot?" "No." "Now, look at me!" "We have to talk, Son." "I don't want to fucking talk, Dad." "Well, that's too bad." "Sit down." "Dad!" "I just fucking woke up!" "Goddamn it!" "Let me put some fucking clothes on." "God!" "Fucking dick!" "OLIVIA:" "Yes, he should be grounded." "He should be something, for God's sake!" "Zack, come down here!" "Zack?" "Are you fucking kidding me?" "What?" "That's Tattooey's brother." "Pull over." "Hey, what's up?" "Come here." "Come here, you little fucker." "What the fuck you running for, bitch?" "Let's go, let's go." "Come on." "Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" "I didn't fucking do anything." "Shut the fuck up and get in the fucking van!" "Fucking idiot." "Just take him to your place." "We can't take him to my place." "I told you, my dad's there." "I thought you said he was cool." "Bitch, he is cool." "But you didn't tell me we'd be bringing along a fucking hostage!" "Dude, he's not a hostage, all right?" "I told you, I don't know what I'm doing right now, all right." "I'm thinking." "Well, think." "Well..." "Hey, we got to take him someplace." "All right." "I know somewhere we can go." "But you got to be fucking cool." "(TV CHATTERING)" "CHUCKY:" "Yeah?" "Yo!" "Hey, what's up, man?" "What's up, Chucky?" "What's up, bro?" "Lot of dudes, bro." "I know, man." "All right." "Bring them in." "Hey, Chuck, this is Truelove, the guy I was telling you about." "Hey, what's up, man?" "Do you have a room we could use?" "A room?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I got one all the way down to the left." "Thanks." "So, what's up, man?" "You know, we're just chilling, man." "Getting high." "Getting ready to go to Fiesta." "Smoking weed." "Thanks, man." "So, how you been?" "Been good." "Chilling." "Ripping waves." "Hanging out." "(ZACK SHOUTING)" "Yo!" "What the fuck is going on back there, man?" "Do you want me to go check it out?" "Yeah. I mean, four dudes I've never met are in my fucking bedroom." "Yeah." "MAN:" "Give me your hands." "JOHNNY:" "Give me the tape." "Whoa!" "What the fuck are you doing, man?" "Are you nuts?" "You can't do that!" "You guys are out of your fucking mind." "What the hell is this?" "Who the fuck are you?" "Shut up." "Hey, Chucky, they got a kid tied up in your bedroom!" "Hey, calm down." "There's a kid!" "What?" "It's not like that." "Johnny's just a little crazy right now." "A little crazy right now?" "We stole this kid..." "What?" "I don't know..." "Hey!" "I thought I told you to shut your mouth." "And you mind your fucking business." "Mind my business?" "This is my fucking house!" "Frankie, you better put your boy in check." "Tell them what fucking time it is." "Oh, it's like that, huh?" "Just like that, bitch." "I get it." "Yo, Lump, let's get out of here." "Yo!" "I'm going to fucking Fiesta." "And when I get back, none of you motherfuckers better be here." "Let's get out of here, girls." "Lump, let's go." "Fuck." "Fucking shitheads." "Hey, Chucky, man, I'm really sorry about all this, bro." "Fuck!" "(TV CHATTERING)" "What's going on?" "Why aren't you guys ready?" "What are we going to do with the kid, man?" "Who cares?" "Throw him in the fucking closet." "Pick him up later." "Leave him in the van." "I don't give a fuck." "Hey, yo, Johnny." "I got a date back in the Valley." "I got to get back, man." "Me, too." "You just remembered now, huh?" "Yeah." "Yeah, man." "Hey, my girl gets mad if I don't fuck her." "You pussies want to go home?" "Fine." "Take the fucking van." "Listen." "You don't have to do that, you know." "I mean, you can put me in a closet." "I'm not gonna run anywhere." "Do me a favor." "Shut up before I shut you the fuck up." "Johnny." "Why is this motherfucker even talking, anyway?" "I thought we taped him up." "He couldn't breathe." "Just drop me off on the strip." "I'm going to fucking Fiesta." "I'm not letting this little motherfucker throw my weekend." "He couldn't breathe." "What about me?" "No." "No what?" "He stays with you." "What?" "I said, "All fucking queers are deaf," motherfucker." "Why me, dude?" "Because I fucking said so." "Don't fuck around, man." "I can't fucking take him to my dad's house like that." "Well, then, untie him, genius." "You heard the kid." "He ain't running, are you?" "What?" "No." "There you go." "Go home, tell Juergen he's your new little butt buddy and he's spending the night." "Meanwhile, I'll talk to Mazursky." "He must be going crazy right now." "Hey, what's going on?" "It's a madhouse." "Your brother's scaring the shit out of all of us." "You try his friends?" "Maybe he has a girl." "We've tried everything." "Friends, cops, hospitals." "Nothing." "You don't think the kid's just, like, out fucking around?" "I mean, you can't keep the kid locked in the house forever." "Maybe. I don't know." "We did have an argument this morning." "Okay, well, that's what it is, then, right?" "I hope so." "Well, what do you think?" "I don't know." "But, we can't rule anything out, so... I have to ask you a few questions." "Okay?" "Okay." "You know anybody who'd want to hurt Zack?" "No." "You?" "Me what?" "You have a beef with anybody I should know about?" "No." "That person you owe money to?" "You owe somebody money?" "Oh, Jesus!" "You just tell me how much and I will write the check." "It's not really like that, Olivia." "Really?" "What's it like?" "Tell me what it's like, you..." "Goddamn you!" "You fuck!" "Get him back here!" "Please relax." "Get him back here to me." "Bring him back here!" "I'm going to find him, I promise you." "I promise you." "(SOBBING) I'll find him." "BUTCH:" "Where are you going?" "(MUSIC PLAYING)" "De Rosa!" "Where's Johnny?" "I don't know, dawg." "is he here?" "That's what I'm asking you, "dawg"!" "Excuse me, we were talking." "Klemash, where's the fucking crew?" "Man, I ain't seen them dudes." "What the fuck was that?" "You give me your back?" "You turn away from me?" "Why are you tripping, homes?" "Back up, freak-ass!" "Don't touch her!" "You fucking asshole!" "(SCREAMING)" "If anybody sees Johnny Truelove, tell them Jake Mazursky is looking for him!" "Thank you." "(ALL YELLING)" "(CAR HORN HONKING)" "BOY:" "Hey, suck my dick!" "Dude." "(WOMEN SHOUTING)" "You better back the fuck off me, man!" "I'm going to get a beer." "You want one?" "Yeah, sure." "Here you go, man." "Thanks." "Cigarette?" "No, I don't smoke." "Fuck that." "It's good for you." "Hey, man, what if I said you could walk over there right now, jump on a bus, catch a ride home?" "I turn my back, tell Truelove you fucking ran away or something." "What do you think about that?" "I don't know, Frankie." "I mean, I don't want to cause any problems for my brother, you know?" "So, I think, I'm just going to ride it out, see what happens." "All right?" "All right." "All right." "Try and keep it down, okay?" "(WOMEN LAUGHING)" "Dad?" "Frankie?" "Frankie." "I'm so glad to see you, bro!" "I know." "So glad." "Oh, my beautiful baby!" "Come on, Dad, don't do that." "Hey, come to bed." "I love you." "I want you to meet this beautiful..." "All right, all right, all right." "Nice to meet you." "Yes, hi." "Give her a kiss." "Be a gentleman." "Dad!" "Seriously!" "Just fucking join in the fun, man." "FRANKIE:" "No, you have fun." "I'm gonna go." "Let me go, Dad." "No, stay!" "The party's just getting started." "Come on, man, smoke a doobie with your old man!" "Have a drink!" "No!" "Come on." "Something." "No, Dad." "Come on." "Who's your little friend?" "You babysitting?" "Fuck you!" "Take the couch." "All right." "You good?" "Yeah." "Wake up." "Come on, you got chores to do." "Let's go." "Hello?" "I fucking hear you!" "There's coffee." "But Destiny got up late, so I need you to straighten up the house." "I'm supposed to clean up after your party?" "I'm hung over like a bitch." "Don't argue with me." "I'm in no mood." "Hey, look, I come home here yesterday, and your shit's all over the house!" "We had a deal, remember?" "You get a job, you pay rent, or you work here." "All right!" "Fuck!" "Get out of my room!" "Nice fucking mouth." "Fucking dick." "Hey, don't worry about it." "I'll help you with the work." "Juergen's a botanist." "He grows everything we eat right here." "Tomatoes, cucumbers, corn." "Fucking spices and shit." "Motherfucker's a full-blown alcoholic, smokes like a chimney, but goddamn if we don't eat healthy, right?" "Oh, yeah." "Look at this shit right here." "Oh, boy!" "Daddy's pride and joy." "Of course, that greedy bastard will smoke them all, but it's Frankie's job to take care of them." "Water them, pull the males, throw a little eggshells on them, every now and then." "Dope." "Yeah, right?" "Well, fuck it." "Let's get to work." "(TELEPHONE RINGS)" "Shit. I'll be right back." "All right." "Hello." "SUSAN:" "Hey!" "Hey, girl." "What's going on?" "Nothing." "Working." "You guys coming over?" "You got that shit?" "You know I do." "Mom, we're going to Frankie's!" "Hey, did you talk to him?" "It's all good." "When will you be home?" "I don't know." "Late, probably." "Darling, can you stay with Julie and Sabrina tonight?" "It's your father and my anniversary." "Anniversary." "You going to have a little sex or..." "That's disgusting!" "Whatever. I'm interested." "I mean, really." "Are you going to go down on him?" "Give him a little tubesteak boogie?" "No." "Oh, come on." "Live a little." "I mean, you guys have been married, what, like, 500 years?" "Keith Stratten!" "I will smack the shit out of you, you little skunk!" "All right, okay, we're leaving." "You got your keys." "Let's go get Sabrina and Julie." "Bye." "Hey!" "Yo!" "Yo!" "Youngblood!" "Come here, man." "Come here." "Ladies." "Dickwad." "Fuck you." "Susan." "Hi." "Pleased to meet you." "Sabrina." "Julie." "Dickwad." "Hey, buddy." "Fucking Keith, man." "Okay, okay, let's go smoke some fucking weed, man!" "All right." "Yo!" "Hey, but listen." "No!" "Nobody mess up my shit, all right?" "This house has never been so fucking clean." "Fuck you, dude." "You fucking suck at these games." "You suck." "You fucking blow at this game, dude." "I don't fucking blow." "You just died, man!" "I thought I was the other guy." "No, dude, that's me." "I thought I was playing the other dude." "No." "Fuck you, dude." "You're fucking high, dude." "Yeah, I'm high." "I'm ruined after five minutes of this shit." "This shit is creepy as a motherfucker." "You're a lightweight, dawg." "I'm not a lightweight." "Suck my balls." "Dude, fuck you." "Suck my balls, man!" "You suck it, bitch." "You fucking wimp." "So, how old are you?" "How old do I look?" "About 12." "Oh, well, I'm 17, but I do look really young." "I'm gonna kill your ass." "I'm gonna kill your ass." "Answer your phone." "Go." "Go answer your phone!" "Suck it!" "Suck it!" "Suck it!" "No, bitch, fuck you!" "Shut up!" "Fuck you!" "Hello?" "Yo, Johnny!" "What's up?" "Have you talked to anybody?" "Not yet." "Why?" "Look, man. I can't keep the kid here much longer." "Why?" "Nothing." "I'm just having some people over." "What?" "Nobody." "Shut up!" "What?" "Are you crazy?" "Nobody." "Just some people." "Dude, I didn't tell you to play fucking grab-ass!" "Chill out, dawg." "No, fuck that!" "Get everyone the fuck out of there!" "All right." "All right." "I'll clear it out." "I need you to do a favor for me, bro." "Johnny's coming over and I need the house." "Will you watch the kid for me for a little while?" "Watch him?" "Yeah." "Keep an eye on him." "No phones and no leaving him alone." "No phones?" "I don't get it." "All right, look. lf l tell you something, can you keep your fucking mouth shut?" "Yeah, of course, man." "Yeah." "The kid's older brother owes Truelove money and Johnny's holding him like a marker or something, until he gets paid." "That's fucked up." "No." "No, bitch, it's not like that." "The kid knows what's happening, and he's cool with it." "I mean, look at the motherfucker." "He ain't going nowhere." "Just take him someplace, hang out, bring him back in a couple of hours." "Can you do that for me?" "I don't know, man." "It sounds pretty fucking dubious." "Keith, who the fuck are you talking to, man?" "If I tell you something's good, then that's what it is." "Are you going to take care of this for me or not?" "Susan, I swear to God, it's cool." "Trust me." "Would you fucking calm down?" "Hey!" "Fuck you!" "Let go of me!" "You're not supposed to know any of this." "Jesus, don't say anything, okay?" "You're gonna get me in a lot of fucking trouble." "From who, Keith?" "From your little fucking gangster friends from L.A.?" "Yeah!" "From my..." "Oh, I'm real scared!" "Well, you fucking should be." "You're a little fucking faggot, you know that?" "Whoa, you guys, dude, what's going on?" "This kid has been kidnapped!" "No, he hasn't!" "You mean like "abducted" kidnapped?" "Fucking stolen!" "Ask him." "Yeah." "Yeah, they took me." "But it's okay." "They took you?" "Why?" "Because his scumbag brother owes Johnny Truelove money." "Shut up!" "Whoa!" "That's fucking hot." "Dude, so you're like ransom or something." "Yeah." "Stolen boy." "Yeah." "You don't look stolen." "Yeah." "I know. lt's weird." "Dude, I want you to know that you can do anything you want, okay?" "No, he can't!" "I don't play that shit." "You want to fucking leave, go for it." "You want make a call..." "You shut the fuck up, you fucking bitch!" "I'm a fucking bitch?" "You're a fucking little bitch!" "Guys!" "Whoa!" "Fuck!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Sit down right now, you fucking bitch!" "I'm gonna knock your ass out." "Keith, fucking chill out!" "God, my brother is..." "My brother is gonna pay the money, okay?" "See?" "So, like, in the meantime, you're, like, on vacation." "Yeah." "Exactly." "Why not?" "That's fucking awesome." "It's, like, another story to tell my grandkids." "Dude, that is so fucking cool." "Dude, this shirt is fucking cool." "Bob Marley is cool." "You guys think that kidnapping is cool?" "Yeah, Susan, it's fucking exciting!" "I think it's romantic, dude, he's doing this for his brother." "Are you insane?" "Susan, chill out." "Dude, this is fucking wrong!" "Doesn't anybody else think that this is fucking wrong?" "No!" "Susan, take a fucking Valium!" "Okay?" "It's not even any of your business." "No!" "It is my house!" "Jesus Christ, calm the fuck down." "All right." "I'm going to roll us the biggest fucking joint anyone has ever seen." "You down with that, Zack?" "Absolutely." "Hey." "What's up, you blunted faggot?" "What's up, you short bitch?" "Make yourself busy, baby." "We got to talk some business." "Can I get you guys a drink?" "Pi·a Colada?" "It's not a bar, baby." "There's no fucking Pi·a Colada." "Not even a little can?" "No, but I got some wine." "I can make you a spritzer." "Okay." "Sit down." "What's the fucking deal?" "I don't know what to do." "What do you mean?" "About the kid." "We could be in a lot of trouble." "Trouble?" "Yeah." "Big-ass, serious-as-shit trouble." "I mean, you can't just take a kid and have no one notice." "That's what I told you." "Didn't I say that?" "You did, all right?" "Fuck!" "But, still, we are where we are." "Right here, you know?" "I mean, it's a big problem and we got to fix it." "So what do we do?" "I don't know." "There's an answer here." "There's, like, a solution." "But I'm just..." "I'm just not seeing it." "I don't know." "Maybe we're fucked." "We're not fucked." "What do you mean, fucked?" "Jail fucked, motherfucker." "If we let the kid go, he runs back to Mommy and Daddy and he rats us out." "Maybe he won't." "Not to mention Tattooey." "Who knows what that crazy motherfucker is gonna do?" "We're all gonna be looking over our fucking shoulders." "I don't think the kid will spill. I really don't." "Yeah, but what if he does?" "Fuck that shit." "You see what I'm saying?" "I'm not fucking going to prison!" "Look, I just won't." "Yeah." "Me neither, bitch." "What the fuck you think I'm talking about?" "I'm not fucking kidding, John." "This is really fucking bad." "The best thing we could do would be to get ahold of Tattooey, and to straighten him and all this shit out once and for all." "Well, where is that motherfucker?" "Who the fuck knows, man?" "I don't know." "He's probably laying low, looking to shoot me in the fucking head." "I mean, think about it." "That's what I'd be doing." "Stop already, all right!" "You know how I get with this anxiety shit." "(COUGHING)" "Frankie?" "Frankie?" "Yeah." "I swear to God, man, I'm hyperventilating." "I want to ask you something." "What?" "Fuck." "Hypothetically, all right?" "This isn't real, right?" "We're just talking here." "But..." "What would you say if I were to offer you $2,500 just to kill the kid?" "Kill him?" "Yeah, fucking wax him." "Are you fucking insane?" "I'm not going to fucking kill the kid." "That's a fucking joke, right?" "Of course it's a fucking joke, man!" "You're so fucking stupid." "You're an asshole, man!" "All right, man, I'm just playing." "Well, stop fucking around." "Look, man, can't we just grease the kid?" "You know tell him he can hang out anytime." "That he's our boy." "Throw a fucking arm around him or something." "Give him a few bucks?" "Right." "And tell him when Mommy and Daddy ask, to say that he ran away with some girl or something." "Yeah, maybe, yeah." "I mean, look... I mean, we'd have to get the story straight, but we can make it work, man." "I know we could." "We just grease the kid." "Yeah." "And then it's taken care of." "Yeah." "Yeah." "And that way we're not running around here like a bunch of fucking Chinamen." "Done." "See, that's what I love about you, man." "You're smarter than me." "(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)" "Fuck!" "Whoa, whoa." "Let me see that." "Come here." "Does it hurt?" "No." "(CLEARS THROAT)" "Could I talk to you alone for a minute?" "What's up?" "I just wanted to say sorry about all this shit." "You know, I know that this is a big pain in the ass." "This whole thing is really fucking ridiculous." "Yeah." "Are you okay?" "I mean, is everybody treating you all right?" "I mean, you got enough to eat?" "Yeah." "Yeah?" "You need anything?" "You need some dough?" "No, I'm good." "Are you sure?" "I mean, I..." "No, no, I'm really good." "Really." "I mean, I know this is hard, but this is all going to get squared away soon, you know, I promise." "All right, cool." "All right." "I got to jet, but..." "You know something?" "You know, you're..." "You're a pretty stand-up guy." "Thanks." "I mean, your brother is a dickhead." "I mean, he's my boy and I love him, but he's just, you know... I mean, he's acting a motherfucking fool right now, you know." "Yeah, I know." "Yeah." "Well..." "Anyways, tomorrow." "This will all be over by tomorrow." "(KNOCKING ON DOOR)" "(PANTING)" "Hi." "Hey, baby." "What's up?" "I thought you were spending the night out." "I was. I just... I really needed to talk." "Talk?" "Yeah." "What, now?" "Kind of." "One night. I ask for one night out of the whole fucking year to make love to your father and you won't even give that to me?" "I'm X-ing right now." "I can't understand anything you're saying." "I'm sorry, Mom, okay?" "Fuck!" "He was wearing a brown shirt, a blue sweatshirt, brown tennis shoes and his grandfather's ring." "It has a red stone." "Baby, you got a phone call." "I'll take it upstairs." "Okay." "Excuse me." "Hello." "Hello." "Yo. it's me." "The midget." "You got some set of balls calling me here." "What's the matter?" "You don't answer a motherfucking page?" "We got nothing to talk about." "Oh, I think we do, don't you?" "Straighten out all this shit once and for all?" "There's nothing to straighten out, motherfucker." "I know it was you." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Johnny, I know. I know!" "And you're dead." "Don't threaten me." "Fuck that!" "It's a promise." "No matter where you go, no matter what you do, I'm going to hunt you down." "I'm going to hunt you down, and then I'm going to slit your throat and then I'm going to cut you open and then I'm gonna eat your motherfucking heart!" "You better pray!" "Johnny, you better fucking pray that the cops find you before I do!" "Get on your cocksucking knees and pray!" "Hello?" "Hello?" "WOMAN ON intercom:" "Mr. Nolder, Johnny Truelove on two." "Hey, Cock and Balls, what can I do for you?" "Question for you." "Let's say, someone owes someone I know money and won't pay." "So that someone I know has his boys snatch the deadbeat's kid brother till does he does pay." "What kind of problems is he looking at?" "Big ones." "If he asks for ransom, he's looking at life." "Hello?" "You there, Cock?" "Life?" "Life, yeah." "So what does he do?" "I don't know." "Probably digs a deep hole." "Why?" "What's the matter?" "Who's in trouble?" "SUSAN:" "What the hell is he still doing here?" "FRANKIE:" "You got to chill the fuck out, Susan." "I mean, you keep running your fucking mouth," "Truelove could go to jail and we can wind up dead." "Fuck you, all right." "You don't know." "That motherfucker's crazy." "Yesterday he offered me 2,500 bucks to kill the kid." "What?" "Right." "Kill him." "Oh, Jesus." "First you give me mouth and now you give me fucking tears?" "Do me a favor, Susan." "Have a period or something." "Of course I'm not going to do it!" "I told him. I'm just saying, that's how spun he is." "I got it under control." "I got it under control, all right?" "Say it." "Say, "You, Frankie, have it under control."" "Say it!" "You, Frankie, have it under control." "Right." "Now say "l, Susan, am a whiny fucking bitch" ""and you, Frankie, have it under control."" "I, Susan, am a whiny fucking bitch and you, Frankie, have it under control." "Right." "Worst comes to worst, I tell everybody to go fuck themselves put 50 bucks in the kid's pocket, and stick him on a bus." "You promise?" "I swear." "(PHONE RINGING)" "See, bitch?" "Johnny." "Hey." "Hey, what up?" "What's the word?" "We're picking the kid up." "Great!" "What time?" "About ·:··, ·:3·." "Listen, man, I'm gonna have to take him to a hotel or something, then." "What's going on?" "My dad's bitch girlfriend is up my ass with a fucking broom." "Call me when you get there." "All right." "Okay?" "All right, man." "I'm on my cell." "I'll call you when I get straight." "All right, later." "The kid's going home!" "What up, buddies?" "What up, buddy, buddy?" "Buddy, buddy, buddy!" "Hey, we need to borrow your mom's car." "Moving?" "Yeah." "Moving." "That one right there." "Yeah, let's go!" "Get off me." "You kids have a good time!" "Go!" "(ALL CHEERING)" "MAN:" "What up?" "Well, when am I gonna fucking get paid?" "Get in there." "Get in there." "You like this shit?" "This is dope, right?" "Yeah." "Everybody out." "Get the fuck out of here!" "Can't you see me on the toilet?" "I don't give a fuck what you're doing." "I said get the fuck out." "I'm trying to pee here!" "Let go of me!" "This is my party, and I say you're getting out." "What the fuck are you doing, crazy-ass?" "Hello!" "Jesus." "I can't believe I just saw that." "I don't give a fuck!" "Listen, to me, Ziggy, I said, you pay me today." "Oh, you don't have it?" "Listen, let me tell you something." "If you see me, you don't want to fucking see me." "Yeah, it's like that, bitch." "Fuck you." "Baby, get off the phone." "I'm getting off!" "ZACK:" "is that guy giving you a problem?" "Yeah, why?" "Let's kick his ass." "All of a sudden you're a tough guy?" "I can fight him." "I'm a fucking black belt in tae kwon do." "Shut the fuck up." "Your ass." "I am." "Looks like I picked the wrong man." "No shit." "Come here, you little fucker." "Come on, bitch." "How does that feel?" "Think you're bad, huh?" "SUSAN:" "You're going to break his neck." "Give the little fucker a kiss." "Come on, you're fucking getting it everywhere!" "What are you gonna do now, huh?" "Who's your fucking daddy, huh?" "Show me one of your fucking moves." "What?" "Well, hell, no, bitch." "Hell fucking no." "You sizing me up?" "You sizing me?" "That was fucking awesome!" "You're fucking awesome!" "Dude." "That was awesome, dude." "This little bitch can fight!" "GIRL:" "My God, that was amazing." "KEITH:" "Open the door!" "Hey, open up, man!" "Fuck off!" "We're fighting." "There's no room for bitches!" "Or fucking queers!" "Or fucking queers!" "Come on, open the door, assholes!" "Okay, open it." "FRANKIE:" "Let that sack of monkey shit in here." "Don't call me a sack of monkey shit." "Jesus, what happened to your shirt, bitch?" "I don't know." "Dude, we're out of booze, man." "Already?" "Tell your little freeloader friends to slow the fuck down, Keith." "I'm not made of money." "I need a cigarette." "All right." "We're leaving." "Keep everything under control." "Hey." "is this him?" "Zack, this is Alma." "Watch how fast I can down this shit." "Holy motherfucking shit." "Nice." "You should have seen me with the beer bong." "Quit staring at me." "Your turn." "Okay." "Ready?" "Go." "So you're really stolen?" "Yeah. I really am." "He's cute." "You got a girlfriend, stolen boy?" "No." "How old are you?" "Seventeen." "Seventeen?" "This motherfucker's 15 years old." "Dude, what's your fucking problem?" "I'm sorry." "Jesus." "They don't care anyway, man." "Ever been laid, stolen boy?" "It's my birthday!" "Happy birthday, girl." "Can you guys give us a second?" "Why?" "I need to talk to you about something in private." "Hurry." "GIRL:" "Love it." "So?" "So what?" "What do you think?" "What do I think?" "Yeah, what do you think?" "What do you mean, what do I think?" "I mean about this whole thing." "I think no more music videos." "That's what I think." "Right." "Fuck it." "You need anything?" "Money?" "No." "You got gas?" "I got gas." "Okay, then." "Truelove!" "Are you ready to drink for my birthday?" "No, where's he going?" "I hate it that you have to work, Schmitty." "Happy birthday, Angie." "Eat a piece of cake for me." "Okay." "(GIRLS GIGGLING)" "What are you doing?" "This is your lucky night." "Get in." "Hi." "Turn around." "I don't get it." "Just turn around." "Start counting." "One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." "Ready or not, here I come." "Marco." "Polo!" "Polo!" "Marco." "Polo." "Polo." "(MAN SINGING in SPANISH)" "Do you want to know what I wished for?" "What?" "I'll tell you." "I want to suck your cock." "Oh, shit." "Wait, the wish is coming true!" "It's coming true!" "Oh, Lordy!" "Wait, my wish is coming true!" "My wish is coming true!" "Oh, shit!" "Baby, I got to go make a phone call." "No, you don't." "I got to make a phone call for a second." "No." "No." "Why?" "Bad!" "He's bad." "Let's open the gifts." "Yes!" "(TELEPHONE RINGS)" "Hello." "What up, jerky?" "Yeah, I'm kind of busy." "Dude, it's me." "Johnny?" "Yeah, I'm on my way." "Oh, great." "How long?" "Half an hour." "Clear it out, all right?" "Yeah, you got it." "Hey, hey, hey, Zack's going home!" "Party's over." "All you motherfuckers got to go." "Bye, Zack. I'm glad you're going home." "Bye." "Thanks." "Now you got your story to tell." "Yeah, bye." "See you." "Call me sometime." "I will." "You better." "Bye, stud." "And wipe that smile off your face." "You're a dead fucking giveaway." "Okay." "No." "Don't fucking move." "What?" "Yo, dude, just hang out with us." "Oh, man, I was going to catch a ride home." "You love weed." "Fuck." "You love it." "Fuck you, ladies." "We'll see you guys later, all right?" "Drive really fast with your eyes closed." "You're an asshole." "Roll up, Stratten." "Bye, bitches!" "We love you, Zack!" "ALMA:" "Thanks for the virginity, baby!" "Sonny." "Hey, Elaine, how you doing?" "is my boy here?" "I'm looking for him." "No, they went out for Angela's birthday." "Something's come up." "You mind if we wait?" "What are you doing here?" "Outside." "What's the deal, Elvis?" "You driving the kid home or what?" "What." "What?" "That's right." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "What the fuck?" "The kid ain't going home." "But I thought Johnny was going..." "Well, you thought wrong." "Fuck that." "Johnny didn't tell me shit." "The decision's been made." "Fuck you." "Fuck me?" "Fuck you!" "Johnny sent me here to take care of something and I'm gonna fucking do it with you or through you!" "Who's sucking whose cock now, huh, Frankie?" "Fuck that!" "I'm out." "Fuck that?" "You're fucking in." "I'm up here to clean up your mess, and you're gonna fucking help me, or the whole world is gonna come down on your head." "All right!" "Fucking let go of me!" "What the fuck do you want me to do?" "(DOOR CREAKING OPEN)" "ELVIS:" "We need some tape." "Fuck that!" "You're gonna dig." "Dig this, bitch!" "You're gonna do it." "You're gonna help me." "Fuck that!" "No fucking way." "Ain't no fucking way, Elvis." "I'm not digging." "Fuck you!" "I did my shit." "This is the line, motherfucker!" "Everybody's got one and mine's a fucking grave, all right?" "You want to shoot me?" "Shoot me right fucking here." "I don't give a fuck!" "Hey, excuse me?" "Where's Frankie?" "I need a ride home." "KEITH:" "Whoa." "What's going on, man?" "ELVIS:" "Come on, I need your help." "What the fuck do you need duct tape for, dude?" "Where is everybody?" "Keith said he needed a ride home, so that guy gave him one." "What are you watching?" "Austin Powers." "All right." "Shit's so funny." "This shit's been going on for, like, I don't know, two minutes." "You wanna run to the store for me?" "Get me some cigarettes?" "Dude, I'm too young and they won't sell to me." "Let's take a drive, let's go somewhere." "You want to?" "No, I'm cool." "I just want to watch a movie." "Okay." "(ANGELA LAUGHING)" "Angela." "What the fuck is going on?" "What did you do?" "Nothing." "Are you all right?" "She's fine." "We're going in the other room, we need to talk." "Fuck that." "It is my birthday." "No, we're going right now!" "Don't you fucking touch me!" "Hey, the party's over, wait a second." "Fuck!" "You don't talk to your mother like that." "We're trying to help you!" "Where's the kid?" "Who?" "Where's Mazursky?" "I don't know who you're talking..." "Dad, I swear." "Fucking get off me!" "You're fucking stupid!" "Stupid, John!" "Don't you fucking get it, you moron?" "There's a Missing Persons poster on every street corner!" "You're in deep shit, Johnny." "The cops pick you up, you're doing 25 to life." "You don't think I know that?" "You've fucked your life up so bad." "The only way you're going to unfuck it is that you come clean now, John." "You come clean now!" "Calm down, calm down." "Let me talk to him, all right?" "Come on, let me talk to him." "Look, everybody's getting excited here." "What your father's trying to say is we have a plan." "You bring the kid home, we have a sit-down." "Me, you, the mother, the father, everybody." "Sonny brings his checkbook, and we settle it right there." "That will never work." "I'm not saying it will." "You're probably looking at some jail time." "But if that's our only option, I'll walk you right through custody, we'll do it the right way." "I guarantee you do minimum sentence." "Be smart, kid." "Let the spooks do the hard time." "Fuck that." "No jail." "Two years?" "A piece of cake." "Winter, summer, winter, summer, done." "No." "Then you tell us your plan, Einstein." "You tell us how this all turns out." "Hey, Keith, what's up?" "I fell." "You fell?" "Hey." "Don't fucking touch me." "What's up?" "What's up, buddy?" "You're Zack, right?" "Yeah." "Well, I'm Elvis and I'm going to take you home, man." "You coming?" "You got to do this, man." "It's got to be unanimous." "If the kid goes home, everybody's looking at life." "Life?" "Life." "We talked to a lawyer, man, and there's no way around it." "Life for what?" "For taking care of the kid?" "For letting him sleep at my fucking house?" "You were there from square one." "You sat on him the whole fucking time." "You think you're going to walk?" "Goddamn." "Life?" "There it is." "I mean, I like the kid." "What's not to like?" "He's 15." "He's just too much of a liability." "Think about it." "We send the kid home, you got Jake looking for you." "You don't want that." "You don't go along, then Johnny don't trust you and he's coming after you and you sure as shit don't want Sonny Truelove knocking at your door." "We don't have a choice, man." "God, my parents are going to fucking kill me." "I can just see my mom." "She's fucking..." "Oh, God." "Oh, God." "But, hey, guys, listen, I would never rat you guys out." "You guys and me are like..." "We're like this." "You know that, right?" "Frankie, you know that, right?" "Yeah, we know that, man." "Right." "Cool." "I'm probably just going to say that I... I don't know, that I ran away or something to, like," "Bakersfield or Fresno or something." "Fuck it, you know?" "Hey, does anybody know where Bakersfield is?" "Say you were with a girl." "They'll believe that." "Yeah, like Julie." "You know, when I get back, I'm going to start fresh." "You know that?" "Like, I just want to start completely fresh." "You ever feel like that, Frankie?" "What's up?" "Like..." "Like, I don't know." "Like you want to, I don't know, go to Europe or something." "Or take a class, or something like that." "Or learn to play an instrument." "Like guitar." "It sounds really fucking hard." "I mean, it's guitar." "But it bugs me that I don't know how to do anything, you know." "I'm pretty sure I could." "Yeah." "Johnny, call it off." "Nothing's gonna happen." "These guys are such fuck-ups, the kid's probably loose right now." "Make the fucking call!" "ZACK:" "What are we doing?" "ELVIS:" "We're meeting somebody who's gonna take you home." "Oh, cool." "You know, I think I'm going to start being nicer to my mom." "It's kind of gay, but if you think about it, she's the shit." "She's, like, my best friend in the whole world, you know?" "Hi." "Hi." "I can't do this." "I can't do this, man." "I got to fucking go home." "Come on, Keith." "Keith?" "Dude, what's going on?" "You're crying." "(SOBBING)" "Get away from me!" "Hey!" "ZACK:" "Keith?" "What's the matter with him?" "Him?" "Frankie, what's going on?" "Frank?" "Frankie?" "Dude." "Oh, man!" "All right, you ready?" "Let's do this." "Oh, man, please, I didn't do anything." "Move it." "Shut the fuck up." "I swear to God, please." "Relax!" "Move, move, move." "Frankie, please." "Relax, buddy, relax, okay?" "It's not what you think, okay?" "Yeah, it is, Frankie!" "Please, I thought we were boys." "We are boys." "Frankie, there's nobody up there!" "Nobody is picking me up!" "Yes, there is, okay." "Just stop freaking out." "Frankie, you promise?" "I promise, all right?" "Do you swear?" "Zack, everything's cool, on my life, okay, I swear to God." "Come on." "Okay." "All right, I swear to God." "All right." "Come on, man." "All right, man." "Let's just walk." "All right." "We're just going to take a walk." "Come on, man." "Frankie?" "Oh, please!" "I won't tell anybody, I swear to God, Frankie!" "Hey, we're not gonna do this, right?" "We're not really gonna do this." "Shut your fucking mouth!" "We're not gonna do this?" "If you want to live, shut your mouth." "Please, mister!" "Please!" "FRANKIE:" "Are you crazy?" "This is fucking stupid, man." "Goddamn it, Frankie, I can't fucking concentrate!" "I swear I won't tell my mom or anything!" "Shut his fucking mouth or I'll fucking shoot him!" "I mean it!" "I'll fucking shoot him!" "All right!" "All right!" "You'll never see me again!" "I swear!" "Look, little man, you got to calm down, all right?" "Okay?" "Okay." "Everybody's nervous, all right?" "I don't want to die, Frankie." "Okay?" "Okay." "Okay?" "All right." "Everything's okay." "Okay." "All right?" "Frankie." "What's the tape for, Frankie?" "I would never hurt you, Zacky, all right?" "Okay." "But I'm going to have to tape you up." "So give me your hands." "Okay." "Everything's going to be all right." "Hey." "Hey, I'm your boy." "I know." "Okay." "All right?" "See?" "Everything's okay." "Everything's okay." "I don't want to die, Frankie." "I don't want to die." "Now I'm gonna have to tape your mouth up, okay?" "All right." "Okay." "You're my boy." "I wouldn't hurt you." "Okay?" "Hey, everything's okay." "All right. I know." "You ready?" "Yeah." "What the fuck are you doing?" "(ZACK SOBBING)" "(ZACK GRUNTING)" "FRANKIE:" "Oh, fuck." "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ." "It was 6:00 in the morning and several black cars pulled up." "There were men in suits and the doorbell was just ringing." ""We found your son," they said." ""We found your son and it's" ""bad news," they said." "INTERVIEWER:" "About the funeral?" "Jake didn't show?" "No." "Oh, he said it was out of respect for me." "That's a crock." "He just didn't want to get hit." "I'm sorry, I don't understand." "Shot." "Killed." "Murdered." "I happen to know he owes $50,000 to one drug dealer." "They have their own rules in the drug world." "They killed my son for $1 ,200." "I'm just so sorry for your loss. I mean, I can't even imagine." "When my son died, I died." "I loved him every single day of my life and I wasn't afraid to show him." "What made you try and kill yourself?" "I don't know." "You know, it seemed like a long time to my natural death." "I don't know." "You know, all three times I tried to commit suicide, there was alcohol involved." "When I tried to kill myself in the hospital, I did it wrong." "You know, you're supposed to do it like this." "Maybe it was the pills." "It's all bullshit, anyway." "They say" "there's a reason for everything." "Well, if that God's got a purpose for me, he better get the fuck down here and tell me what it is!" "Because I don't see it." "I think that might be enough for today." "Okay?" "Thank you for your time." "Okay." "Was that okay?" "Yeah." "Okay. I'm sorry." "(DOORBELL RINGS)" "Yo, what's up?" "Zack's dead." "How do you know that?" "I had nothing to do with this." "I never laid a finger on him." "I didn't know this happened, Susan!" "I can't believe it happened." "Fucking what is going on, Frankie?" "I don't know." "Tell me the truth!" "I don't know, okay!" "I think I'm getting set up!" "Did you fucking take him home?" "Yes!" "I dropped him off in Pomona." "Where?" "What street?" "You dropped him off at his fucking house?" "I don't fucking know, okay?" "I dropped him off in Pomona!" "You better get yourself a good lawyer." "Fuck you!" "You can't come in here, man." "I'm serious, man." "Get the fuck out of here." "I'm in trouble, Pick." "Yeah, no shit." "And with my mom's car, man!" "Why'd you do it, huh?" "I'm sorry." "Motherfuckers." "Do you have any idea how much fucking shit I've been through for this?" "I'm fucked, Pick." "You gotta help me, man." "Can you just give me your car?" "No, man." "Fuck that!" "Can you give me a ride out of town?" "No." "Get the fuck out of here, man!" "Where the fuck do you want me to go?" "That's your fucking problem." "Man, you got to let me use your phone. I gotta call Johnny." "Please." "Please." "Look, man, I love you, but you're on your own." "(SIRENS WAILING)" "Put your hands behind your head, or I'll blow your fucking head off!" "Get down!" "I'm not fucking with you, asshole!" "Get down on the ground, now!" "Get on your knees, asshole." "I can't believe it." "They got Tiko, too?" "Yeah." "Tiko, Elvis, Nuts, 01 1 ." "They got everybody." "Well, for what?" "What the fuck do you think, baby?" "That kid turned up dead." "Hey, the Captain and Tennille." "What can I do for you guys?" "Hey, I'd like to trade that for that." "You want to trade this car for that car?" "Yeah." "All right." "Let's go get you a loan app." "We don't need to do that." "(MUSIC PLAYING)" "You want to fuck?" "All right." "(MOANING)" "Something wrong?" "No." "No?" "Your dick's not even hard." "It's getting there." "Getting there?" "Yeah, it's getting there." "It's like a piece of bubble gum." "Then do something about it, bitch." "(SIGHING)" "Sorry." "Sorry?" "Yeah, you're a sorry little bitch who can't even fuck!" "Excuse me for being a little distracted, all right!" "Give me a break." "I've got a lot on my mind right now." "Well, what do you want to fucking do?" "You want to play cards?" "You want to cuddle?" "Can't we just..." "No, fuck that shit!" "I want to fuck!" "Hey, suck my dick, all right?" "I tried that." "It didn't work, did it?" "You're a fucking bitch." "Shut the fuck up." "You know that?" "You're a fucking cunt." "Where's my fucking shoe?" "I don't know." "Okay, all right, all right." "Fucking truce." "Do you want one of mine?" "Fuck you. I'm taking a walk." "(SIRENS WAILING)" "Buzz!" "Johnny's here." "Johnny who?" "BUZZ:" "Yeah, it was unbelievable." "I hadn't seen Johnny since junior high." "I mean, what a coincidence, right?" "I look up and he's right there." "Did he tell you what happened?" "Yeah." "He told me that some friends of his had done some bad shit and that he was going down for it." "He said that he was in big trouble." "He needed help to get out of the country." "And you agreed to drive him, just like that?" "Yeah." "He's my boy." "He was stuck." "All right." "Go on." "All right." "So we go up by l-25, right?" "And this guy is acting fucking weird, dude." "Talking about God and forgiveness, all kinds of crazy shit." "So we get to the border crossing and he starts flipping out, going crazy." "I'm like, "Dude, fucking calm down, bro." ""We'll stop, we'll pull over, you'll get in the trunk." "It's all good."" "He's like, "No, no, no!" "They know!" "They know!" "I'm serious!" "I'm fucked."" "I'm, like..." "You should have seen it." "He was going out of his mind." "So we turn around, we turn around again." "Now he wants to go to Mexico." "So we go all the way back down, we're driving back down." "We get to Cheyenne." "He changes his mind again." "I'm like, "All right, dude, that's it." "I can't do this forever." ""Where the fuck do you want to go?"" "(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)" "Be right back." "Okay." "Hey, I mean it, all right." "Five minutes." "All right." "I'll wait for you." "INTERVIEWER:" "It's been four years since your son's escape, and you know what?" "I think you helped him." "I think you know exactly where he is." "There it is." "Million dollar question, right?" "What you, the cops, the D.A., the Feds, what everybody wants to know, right?" "Somebody had to help him get out of the country." "Somebody has to be sending him money." "I do not know where my son is." "And if I knew, you think I'd tell you and this fucking camera?" "I think he's lost." "What?" "The day they dropped him off at my house, I reached into the fridge to get a sandwich, I turned around, he was gone." "Come on." "I'm telling you, he's lost." "I think he's right." "I mean, I ain't seen him." "He ain't here." "He must be lost." "Now get the fuck out of my house."