"Did you just call a cab?" "Was just about to." "Shit." "What time is it?" "Nine." "Detective..." "Cortez." "May I come inside, please?" "Now, this is where a sane person would wanna live, not on a cul-de-sac in the middle of the desert two hours outside of town." "I have a few more questions about what happened here last night." "We already went through everything with the other detectives." "What are we gonna do?" "He's a cop." "Yeah, no shit." "All the way to New York on a train." "Veronica doesn't fly." "It leaves at 11:00." "Well, I'd be happy to give you a ride to the station when we're done here." "How did you know Freedgood?" "We all went to college together, back east." "He was my big brother in our fraternity." "We played on the football team together." "And he was your houseguest this weekend?" "Yes, sir." "And now he's dead." "BLOOD IN THE WATER Subrip:" "Pix" "No, no, no." "Come on." "I'm gonna get it." "No." "Look..." "Don't!" "Don't!" "Don't do it!" "So you are not the owners of this house?" "We were just housesitting for the summer." "Until today." "Labor Day." "I'm gonna have a look around." "You two stay put." "The police already took a really good look last night." "I insist." "That's not really necessary." "Yes, it is." "Both of you, just sit tight for a sec." "What's he doing?" "I don't fucking know." "I don't wanna get in a car with him." "I don't wanna get in a car with him either." "When was the last time you saw Freedgood?" "Before this weekend, I mean." "Back, back when we were in college, before he went to jail." "What about Veronica?" "It's a different story." "Veronica and Freedgood were together when we all met, but... we've been together for over three years now." "We love each other." "And Freedgood came here this weekend with the intention of getting her back?" "Yes, sir." "I believe he did." "Come on, don't answer that." "But it could be the job." "Hola, mi toro." "Bye." "Who?" "Who do you think?" "Freedgood." "He's gonna come see us." "You invited him?" "He invited himself." "What the fuck happened?" "You believe the son of a bitch shot at me?" "It's just a scratch." "Don't worry about it." "You still have it?" "Of course I got it." "And I got a place to chill for the weekend, so..." "We'll come and get you." "No." "No, no, no." "I'll come by your place tomorrow." "We started hearing a deep rumbling." "Hey!" "Jesus Christ." "You motherfucker!" "Man!" "It's so good to see you, brother." "So good to see you." "Dude." "My God." "You're so fucking gorgeous." "Stop it." "Now put me down." "All right, all right." "Take it easy." "Okay, so my two favorite people in the whole wide world come to LA, my hometown, and don't bother to look me up?" "I left you a voicemail, and you didn't get back to me." "Nobody checks fucking voicemails anymore, Percy." "Anyway, point is we're all here together, and I'm so happy to see you guys." "Well, on that note," "I'm gonna start poppin' these bottles, boys." "Bro, who in the hell gave you the keys to the castle?" "Friend of Veronica's stepfather." "Yeah." "Water the grass, play house." "Dude, check this out." "So the guy who owns this house is a music producer, and he used to put out all Jimmy Reed's records back in the day." "Shit." "Yeah, man." "Who the fuck is Jimmy Reed?" "What?" "Fucking Jimmy Reed, dude." "The inspiration for..." "Stop." "You know what?" "I have no interest in any of that shit." "I been in traffic for like a century, and I need the toilet." "Did I forget anything?" "No, it's fine." "Maybe, maybe you were right, and this was a big mistake." "I-I don't know what I was thinking." "What if this just becomes a big disaster?" "It's not gonna be a disaster, okay?" "Everything's gonna be fine." "I promise." "That's the problem, is that we don't ever know what's gonna happen." "We don't have any fucking idea." "It's all right." "No one does it like you do." "What do you think?" "About Freedgood?" "Same as he ever was." "There's fucking opportunity everywhere." "You just gotta know where to look." "Can't listen to all that bullshit." "It's all doom and gloom." "Every asshole bitching and moaning." "Unemployment this, inflation that, student debt." "Our parents, they borrowed all the money, and we're the poor saps that gotta pay it back." "All that fuckin' crybaby shit." "You solved the country's macroeconomic policy issues?" "I've solved my own economic issues, which is to say I don't have any." "Please, by all means, tell us your secret," "Man don't go in a lot less'n he gonna buy." "Food, clothing, shelter." "That's what we need." "Sex, drugs, rock 'n roll." "That's what we want." "So you're a pimp and a drug dealer?" "Shocker." "Well, my question is, what are your plans, old chums?" "We are going to New York." "I have a job that starts next week." "Job?" "Yeah." "Investment banking." "God's work." "She's gonna take pension managers from Omaha to Rangers' games, get 'em drunk, show a little leg, convince 'em to buy shit tons of toxic collateralized debt obligations." "It's gonna be fuckin' great." "A jumping-off point until I find something more... fulfilling." "What are your plans, Perce?" "Music." "Busking in the subway." "I hear the health benefits are fucking amazing." "Why don't you open a falafel truck as a part-time venture?" "Make the big bucks." "You know, while you're paying for your student loan." "What are you on the hook for, 25, 50?" "Yeah." "'Cause that's a lot of falafels, dude." "He does have a degree in chemistry." "Yeah?" "And an interview tomorrow, actually." "With who?" "Praxal Pharmaceutical Industries." "Drugs." "Yeah." "My stepfather set it up." "You know what?" "I have some pretty good music connects." "Yeah?" "From my club." "Great." "I'll hook you up." "I'm all ears, brother." "You still play that blues shit?" "You mean the foundation of American culture?" "Yeah." "You should be a rapper." "I'm not being a rapper." "White rappers are the shit, bro." "Nobody wants to hear that fuckin' blues shit." "Andre Horowitz don't even wanna hear that blues shit." "What do you know about Andre Horowitz?" "I hook him up." "What could you possibly hook up Andre Horowitz with?" "Pussy." "Of course you do." "You know, Percy can be stubborn, but he does listen." "You listen, Percy?" "You know what?" "I gotta go, guys." "I got a long trip down to Cochran and Sixth." "Thought you were in Hollywood." "You know the ol' ball and chain?" "Yeah." "She's somebody else's ball and chain now." "So I'm just gonna stay with a friend tonight." "Stay with us." "Come on." "We got an extra bedroom and two, three bottles, and it's crazy for you to drive now." "Yeah, yeah, stay with us." "I wanna hear all about Andre Horowitz." "Stay with us, please." "You two guys are fucking cute." "Well, I'll go make up the room then." "Bon coo coo, brother." "That never gets old." "I'm in." "Now, would you look at this city, brother?" "You know, I got out of East LA, thanks to football." "I mean, it got me into a great college on the east coast with the likes of you and her." "And when I got there, I was like everyone else." "I thought that I had arrived, and the world owes me a living." "Yeah, yeah." "You know?" "Yeah." "And then when I got thrown out on my ass," "I had no family support." "I had no father to be found." "My mother was a fucking basket case, bro." "No degree, no opportunity." "Busted right back down to private." "But you know what?" "It was the best thing that ever happened to me." "Hey, man, I wanna thank you for everything that you've done for me." "You know it means the world to me." "You would've done the same thing for me." "Of course I would've." "You could've paid me a visit though." "Yeah." "Who wants to see Freedgood stuck in a cage though?" "I've been out for three years." "What are you doing here, man?" "You know what I'm doing, Percy." "You want a chemist?" "One that can't say no to an old friend." "I'm not doing that." "Yes, you will." "I will not." "Yes, you are." "'Cause it worked out so well for everybody last time?" "Worked out pretty well for you, as I recall." "This street here, is it the only street that leads directly to the house?" "I can't do it." "You have to do it." "I'll do anything else." "There is nothing else." "Anything else." "Two years of my life, Percy." "You know why history repeats itself?" "Do you know why this happens time and again?" "'Cause no one was listening the first time." "I could've said your name, and I didn't." "And I'm grateful for that." "You're in arrears." "I'm not gonna do it." "Yes, you are." "I'm not doing it." "Yes, you are." "If I do this..." "If I do this, we're all square, right?" "We're fucking square, circle, rectangle, whatever shape." "You, me and Veronica, that's it, right?" "That's it." "You two are free and clear." "How much shit?" "A lot of shit." "But you don't have to worry about that." "That's exactly what I have to worry about." "We won't tell Veronica our little secret." "So the drugs are in the house?" "Yeah." "I don't wanna do this." "We all have to do things we don't want to do." "What are you doing?" "I'm doing everything that I can." "What are you gonna do if he finds out?" "He's not gonna find out, okay?" "Because I..." "I don't know." "I just know." "Listen, you don't what he's like in this situation." "You don't know what he's capable of." "What are you so afraid of?" "Wasting my life." "Yeah, so am I." "Do you love me?" "Yes." "Really?" "Yes." "Yeah?" "Can you please stop talking to me like I'm an employee?" "Percy, just do it." "Do it for me." "Okay." "I'll do it." "For you." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." "What happened in college, Percy?" "Upstate New York, there's a place called Thompkins County." "It's like Humboldt here." "It's the best weed on the east coast." "I grew up there." "I was tied in." "I'd been bartending my parents' bar all summer, so I had cash." "Freedgood had a car." "Freedgood was good to me back then." "I was a little shy." "He took me under his wing, got me into the house." "Anyway, we'd road trip down, get the stuff, sell it back through the fraternity house network." "It seemed like it was all going fine, but we didn't realize how big the guy in Ithaca had become." "So big, the DA was watching him." "We got followed on our way back to Geneva." "They pulled you over?" "No." "I was driving." "I lost them." "You drive fast." "Yeah, but they traced the car back to Freedgood." "The next day, they knocked down his door, hauled him in, laid out what they had on him, told him that they were after the guy up in Ithaca, wanted to know how he was connected," "who was driving back from Ithaca, everything." "Freedgood was hard." "Never said anything." "Never mentioned my name." "He went to prison for two years, and you ended up with Veronica." "Now you get it." "He never forgave me." "He went to prison." "Veronica was never gonna wait for him." "And Freedgood, he could never accept that." "Your stroke is too rough." "Stroke's fine." "It needs to be smooth." "See what I'm saying?" "Almost broke the glass." "Smooth, graceful." "Water's your friend, not your enemy." "Works for me." "She still sleeps in?" "Yeah." "How was it jacking' it in the guest bedroom?" "It was a'ight." "Could've used a little more motivation." "You hungry?" "You look hungry." "I'll make us some food." "What's your problem, man?" "Let's take a ride." "What is it, seventy?" "Seventy-one." "Totally rebuilt engine from top to bottom." "I really don't know the whole car jargon, but the engine looks fucking immaculate." "Feels fucking immaculate." "Pretty cool?" "Fuckin' ideal." "Did you have the talk with her?" "What talk?" "You know, the marriage talk." "Family, kids, how to pay for all of it." "Freedgood, I'm not even 25 years old yet." "I understand that, but if you're not careful, some Wall Street asshole is gonna gobble her up." "These aren't your problems." "Yeah, 'cause you wanna sit around and strum your six-string all the doodah day." "Yeah." "'Cause you're a unicorn motherfuck anyone who says you're not." "You see this shoe?" "There's only ten stores in the world that sell this shoe." "What do you got on?" "Where the hell are we?" "This is where my partners live." "Yeah?" "Who are your partners?" "These fuckin' South Africans." "They're into all kinda shit." "If I come out screaming, you know what to do." "Why?" "Everything you have, you have because of me, Percy." "Fuck." "There once was a man named Percy." "The cops, they showed him no mercy." "Shit." "Go, go, go." "Let's go." "What?" "Okay." "Okay, what?" "Let's get the fuck outta here." "Shit." "Come on." "Percy, go!" "Start the fucking car!" "Go!" "Hey, watch the fucking Stang, bro!" "I'll get out here and whup your fuckin' ass!" "Hey, get the fuck out of the way, you piece of shit." "You almost had a fuckin' heart attack, bro." "That was stupid." "Do me a favor." "Check your pulse." "Relax, man." "Don't tell me to relax." "It was a joke, bro." "They're buddies of mine." "What?" "It was a fuckin' joke?" "Pretty funny?" "You know what's funny?" "You know what's really funny?" "You wanna know what's really, really fun?" "A cop car's been trailing us." "That's really funny." "Cop car?" "Fuck." "Fuck!" "Fuck, fuck." "Just be cool, man." "Just chill out." "Fuck, fuck." "What the fuck?" "Motherfuck!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Hey, hey, hey!" "Hey, Freedgood, just fuckin' calm down?" "Go, go, go, go, go, go." "Mario Fucking Andretti, bro." "Just tell me the shit's not at the house." "Park up the street." "You're such a douche." "What a ugly fuckin' word." "I don't even understand why people use that terminology." "Douche." "There's so much..." "You fucking my car up, bro?" "We're gonna have a problem." "Upstairs in my room," "I have a shit ton of Bolivian marching powder." "Pure." "You're gonna do your little magic trick." "I don't have my equipment, and I don't have my scales." "I can't..." "I got it, all right?" "I got all that shit taken care of." "You cut it, and I'll sell it tonight at the Black Rabbit." "It's not enough time." "Half of the money goes to the South Africans." "Plenty left for us." "And what about that cop?" "Fuckin' flatfoot pussy asshole cunt." "Fuck that bitch." "How can you say that?" "I'm sorry, man." "You're absolutely right." "I shouldn't..." "I shouldn't use that kind of language." "That's not what I mean." "Look, Percy, all right, you're not a stupid person, and I'm not gonna pretend like you're a fuckin' stupid person." "I'm not gonna insult your fuckin' intelligence." "You know what I did for you, all right?" "Now I need your help." "This is a real drug deal, bro, like a legit fucking drug deal." "This is not some college kids in their dorm like selling pot, like so I can like fuckin' act like I'm independent from my mommy and my daddy." "It's dangerous." "Okay?" "High risk, but high reward, bro." "If we pull this off, you're gonna have so much cash that you can buy this fucking house." "And if it goes south?" "Well, you know what they say, right?" "You're gonna end up in prison... or dead." "Well, yeah." "It's kinda like that." "Think about it." "How was the drive?" "It was good." "Whatcha been up to?" "Nothin' much." "Just hangin' out?" "Yeah, just hangin' out." "So what do you think?" "I don't wanna do it." "It's too late for that, baby." "No, it's not." "It took a lot of effort to set this up." "Yeah, yeah." "Well, I never asked you to set it up, did I?" "You're going to do very, very well." "How do you know?" "Because you are a man of many talents." "I can't hear you." "I..." "No, I can't hear..." "I think the audio isn't on." "Do you have me on mute?" "No, no, I can't..." "I can't hear you." "Can you hear me?" "I-I got nothing." "Now?" "Yes!" "That's good, that's good." "Percy Greene." "Yes, ma'am." "How old are you, Percy Greene?" "I will be 25 in December." "A Sagittarius." "Yes." "Ever the optimist." "Yeah, yeah, definitely." "Can be anything you want to be." "Yeah, I like to think so." "Highly intelligent, broadminded, tolerant, idealistic in vision, but tactless in expression." "Is this part of the interview or..." "Unaware of your ability to cause anguish in others." "I don't cause anguish in others." "Percy, my name Megan Weaver." "I am Vice President of human resources here at Praxal Pharmaceutical Industries, headquartered in beautiful Wilmington, Delaware." "You ever been to Delaware, Percy?" "No, I haven't." "Consider yourself lucky." "Percy Greene, Percy Greene." "BS from Hobart College." "Chemical engineering, 3.2 GPA." "Bla bla bla." "Bli bla bla." "Bla bla bla bla bla." "Excuse me?" "You really are." "You're a cutie." "Does that make you uncomfortable when I call you cutie?" "What about cutie-pie?" "Percy's fine." "It says here Dr. Hubbard is making us go through with this." "How do you know Dr. Hubbard, cutie-pie?" "He's, he's a friend of..." "Just spell it out for me, will ya?" "They thought that I might be able to..." "They thought you might work for Praxal." "That's not gonna happen, Percy." "Why not?" "Because you're not qualified." "What about my degree?" "Well, 10, 15 years ago, maybe it would have been a different story, but now you have to have a master's even to have an interview." "Can you get one of those?" "That costs like $100,000." "Maybe." "Like, yeah." "If I get a master's degree, I get a job?" "I doubt it." "We're outsourcing everything to India." "Chemists there are a dime a dozen." "They're smarter than us." "They're gonna bury us all." "We've sealed our fate, Percy, as a company." "Hell, as a country." "You're fucked." "I'm fucked." "This country is..." "Can I confess something to you, Percy?" "Cutie-pie?" "I just got pink-slipped." "Downsized, fired, given the heave-ho." "So I am getting drunk." "I have wasted my life in this hellhole." "God, you're really..." "You're really cute, Percy." "I wish I was out there with you in sunny California because I would give you a serious fucking chemistry lesson, let me tell you." "Cleaned my room?" "It was a bloody mess." "Had a nosebleed." "Do you get a lot of those?" "Have a seat." "You wanna know what's in the bag?" "It's none of my business." "It is your business." "Close your eyes." "My God." "Here." "My God, my God, my God." "I remember when you saw 'em in the window." "Freedgood." "You said you'd die for a pair." "They're incredible, but I can't." "You're welcome." "I can't." "You know I can't." "Very nice shoes." "You kept them." "I have them, yes." "You think that's the right thing to do?" "I'd say I earned them." "You were never serious about a life with him." "I appreciate what he had to offer." "But he did not take your response well." "He was never one to take no for an answer." "So how did it go?" "Just... the most amazing interview I've ever had in my life." "So it went well?" "Like you can't imagine." "You got an offer?" "For a job?" "Why is that so funny?" "There's no job." "No job?" "No, not in this lifetime." "What did you say?" "I didn't say anything." "What did you do?" "I didn't do anything." "So you sabotaged it?" "She was drunk." "You lie." "I'm not lying." "My mom got Carl to set that up." "Fuck that guy." "Because you don't want a job?" "You hate your stepfather." "So does your mom." "What's the big deal?" "Percy, you are a very talented guitar player, and if you keep on practicing, you could be great." "Thanks, babe." "But playing your guitar for free is not a job." "What's that all about?" "He wants to go shopping." "He asked me to go with him." "He's gonna whisper sweet nothings into my ear and seduce me, do unspeakable things to me that you can't even imagine." "What, babe?" "So hungry I could eat a fucking giraffe." "Vamanos, senorita." "I'll get dressed then." "I'ma keep her out until six, which means there's not a lot of time, so hurry the fuck up." "Chop-chop." "Bonjour, Papa." "Number-one son." "How was the interview?" "Catastrophic." "Well, you can't move to New York without a job, Percy." "That city will chew you up and crap you out." "You gotta have an income." "What are you gonna do for money?" "Haven't you guys been fighting about this all summer?" "Yeah, more and more." "I think it's..." "I think it's getting out of hand." "Veronica's beautiful, all right?" "She's smart, she loves you, and she wants what's best for you, all right?" "You won the lottery there, but there are no shortcuts." "You have to put in the time if want to earn the dime." "That's a shit lyric, Dad." "Don't mean it ain't true." "You're half-assing music, and you're half-assing chemistry, and no fruit of my loins is gonna be a half-asser." "We are not half-asser people." "Hey, Dad, can I call you back?" "Kind of in the middle of something." "Get cracking." "I'll talk to you later, okay?" "Percy, we're not done talking about this." "Bye." "You get a lot of support from home?" "My stepfather paid for my tuition." "That's it." "And your father had a checkered past when it came to his relationship with the law." "He was a serial entrepreneur." "Get-rich-quick schemes." "Something like that." "Not always on the up-and-up." "He was a good man, and he loved my mother." "When she left him, it broke his heart." "You wanna help Percy, and Freedgood owns a nightclub." "He had contacts in the music business." "I thought he could give Percy a leg up." "So you invited your ex-lover to spend the night." "He called me, and it had been a long time." "He was friends with Percy, too." "I didn't think anything of it." "You wanted to make him jealous, make him see what he was missing if he didn't compromise." "Maybe." "A little bit, yeah." "Percy doesn't care about money." "Money brings security." "What do you know about security?" "I know Percy can't provide any." "You're just jealous." "God's magical little creature." "You know, maybe I'll provide the security." "No one gives a fuck about how special you are in the real world." "No ribbons for just showing up." "You need a roof over your head, plate of food on the table." "My job will do that." "How's your health?" "Fine." "And if you lose your job, what then?" "Don't worry about it." "Why'd you invite me to stay the night?" "I was being polite." "You know, I thought we could all be friends." "Were we friends last Thanksgiving?" "Things happen for a reason." "That's bullshit." "People make things happen." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "And those people have their reasons." "I don't get it." "I mean, what can he do for you that I can't?" "He's the only person in the world that, when I look at him, I just see calm." "He asked me to do it again." "A drug deal?" "He said he didn't want to get a job, and he was tired." "Said I don't know what and, you know." "No, Percy's not a drug dealer." "Got a good nose feel." "Not too burny, but it lets you know it's there." "Good work, man." "There'll always be work for you." "He wants to meet you tonight." "Who?" "Andre Horowitz, who else?" "Really?" "Really." "When?" "Like tonight." "Where?" "The Black Rabbit." "Man, I'm not going to any Black Rabbit, okay?" "I have to be here." "Do you love her?" "Heart and soul." "You think she loves you?" "I know she does." "It's not gonna end well." "You know what?" "You don't know half as much as you think you do, Freedgood." "She's gonna lie to you." "Fuckin', fuckin' phone." "Hold on." "Hello." "Yes, it'll be a banner night tonight." "Yes, he did a great job just like I told you." "Okay." "I'm on my way." "No, no, you have a great day." "Ciao." "Fuck him." "Fuck." "She's already started lying to you." "Am I getting my money tonight?" "Where were you last Thanksgiving?" "What?" "Last Thanksgiving, where were you?" "I don't know." "I was in Burlington, Vermont, with my band Crabcake." "We had a gig." "Where was Veronica?" "Home." "You sure about that?" "What happened over Thanksgiving?" "I went home to Westchester." "Percy was supposed to come, but last minute, he got a gig with his band in Burlington." "We fought about it, but he said how the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving is the biggest bar night of the year, and... they just had to play." "So you called Freedgood." "He called me." "Freedgood was a good talker." "I was lonely and angry at Percy." "You went to see Freedgood." "He came and got me." "Percy didn't know." "Does now." "Trying something new?" "It's not new." "It's just a different style." "Well, you wanna tell me about it?" "Wouldn't interest you." "I'm interested in you, Percy Greene, and everything that you do." "Are you still interested in me?" "I'm interested in you, Veronica, and everything that you do." "Are you interested in Freedgood?" "So that's it for us?" "I feel like I've done my part." "But we're not done yet." "Not quite." "You should stay here in LA." "What, and you go back to New York?" "Maybe it'd be better." "After everything that's happened." "And everything that's going to happen." "What is there left to do?" "It's out of our hands." "Freedgood." "Good morning, beautiful." "My man!" "What are you doin', man?" "Relax." "Relax, bro." "Hey, take a breath, have a drink." "This is Phee-Bee." "This is a beautiful house." "Yeah, well, it's not my beautiful house." "Told you he'd be upset." "Hey, hey!" "Hey, everybody out!" "Everybody clear out!" "Calm the fuck down." "What are all these people doing in the house?" "We still gotta pay the South Africans, man." "Those fuckin' maniacs?" "You brought 'em to the house?" "We're gonna pay 'em, and that's gonna be it, bro." "Relax, okay?" "Now I just want you to meet my man, Andre Horowitz." "Andre!" "Dre, come here, bro." "This is the guy I been telling you about." "Percy Motherfuckin' Greene." "Mr. Horowitz." "You gonna get it on tonight?" "Nah, nah." "I wasn't planning on it." "You're jerking my chain." "No." "Right." "See, I seen your kind before." "You probably got a little skill." "You look the part, but when the heat's on, you fold." "So I'm gonna give you a little advice, white boy." "It takes more than skill to be successful" "at one's chosen field." "What does it take?" "It takes equal part talent, motherfuckin' skill... and nerve." "It's a quality you sadly lack." "Good night." "I can play." "Then get your fuckin' hands off me and play." "Play for them tomorrow." "What, you're afraid it's gonna go well?" "I'm afraid they're burning down the house." "As long as poor little Percy's a nobody, you can push him around, make him part of your little schemes?" "Percy, that's not true." "I've always been there to support you when you needed it." "Always." "And now I got a chance to do something, and you're not supporting me, you're sitting here in bed." "That's not what this is about." "Then what's it about?" "This is about being careful." "I mean, Freedgood is mixed up with a whole bunch of people, people we don't even know about." "This is about not getting arrested or worse." "I need a drink." "Worst case scenario, you wake up 20 years from now next to a middle-aged, broke, depressed, bitter, two-bit session player." "He drinks and drugs himself to death." "Now, the best case scenario, he becomes a fuckin' rock star, always on the road, always another show, always another groupie." "Sex, drugs and rock 'n roll." "He drinks and drugs himself to death." "Here he comes." "Okay, whose house is it?" "Couple of kids." "What do you want us to do?" "Enough is enough." "Just fuckin' kill the guy." "Okay, let's do this." "You from back east?" "Yeah." "You ever been there?" "Once, to New York." "How'd you like it?" "It felt older." "That's because it is older." "How can it be older?" "Because it was discovered first." "You know, the country was settled east-west." "Whatever." "Freedgood!" "Time to play!" "Do you want him back?" "Do you love him?" "Freedgood only loves himself." "What does he say about Percy?" "He hates Percy for stealing you away from him." "Freedgood hates everyone now." "But he wants everyone to love him." "To... our future in the music business." "Let's all have some fuckin' cake." "And one for you and yours." "No, no, I'm good." "Have some cake." "I'm good." "I don't need that." "Eat your fuckin' hash cake, puss." "Yeah?" "You want me to eat cake?" "I'll eat any cake that you bake and swim the English Channel and run from fuckin' Jo-burg to Capetown, pussy." "Hey, hey, then eat the fucking cake now, you son of a bitch." "All right, I'll eat the fucking cake." "Fucking great!" "You know what?" "I'm gonna party you three fucking pussies into the fucking ground." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Good thing we brought this then, hey, boet?" "What?" "Don't look at me, bro." "Inhale it in, puss." "Breathe, breathe." "Don't fear the buzz." "Party us under the table, hey, boet?" "I think he may need a doctor?" "Nah." "I've seen Percy like this a thousand times." "He's a trouper." "We don't have all fuckin' night, Freedgood." "So how about you get the guns from the car, and you pay for the ones you want." "Yeah." "Would you get the fuck off my shoulder?" "No!" "Put that away!" "Did you hear that?" "I feel like a cat shit in my mouth." "That's disgusting." "It never fuckin' stops with this guy." "Hey." "Hey, hey, how you doing?" "This is the, South Africans' car, okay?" "So they were so fucked up last night that Phee-Bee had to fucking give 'em a ride home, and we gotta take it back for 'em." "Hey, hey!" "Have a coffee, take a shit, you'll be all right." "Fuckin' crack high, dude." "We gotta get this car to their house." "You want me to drive?" "Remember the cop that was here last night?" "There was a fucking cop?" "There was a fucking cop here!" "He's probably watching us right now, okay?" "If he decides to come and fuck with us, he's gonna find what's in that trunk." "What's in the trunk?" "The fucking drugs!" "You sold the drugs last night." "We don't want this car here!" "We don't want this car here!" "Keep your voice down, okay?" "Follow me, all right?" "Hurry the fuck up." "You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile." "Hey, Ma." "Top of the morning." "How is LA treating my number one dude?" "Pretty good, Ma, pretty good." "Is that right?" "Just hookers, blow, drug deals." "Hilarious." "You know how it is." "Listen, the Yeptides wanna have a welcome-home dinner for you Thursday." "I know you think she's a nut-job, but..." "I'm not gonna take that flight." "You're not coming home?" "No, I got a thing here in LA." "A thing?" "What thing?" "Babe, I've already made chocolate ganache for you." "Okay, I'll save it." "Shit." "Is the thing Veronica?" "Yeah, she wants to skedaddle." "Perce, I know how you feel about her." "I'm sorry." "Yeah, me too, me too." "So what's your plan?" "Might just have to stay here for a while." "Seriously?" "In LA?" "By yourself?" "You gonna sleep in your car?" "That's a terrible idea." "Yeah, you're so right, Ma." "Don't patronize me, punk." "I believe in you." "And if she doesn't, maybe you gotta let her go." "Hey, he was following me." "Who?" "The cop." "Well, that's a big shock." "Why are you wiping the car down?" "Because I don't wanna get caught." "What does he want?" "He wants what everybody wants." "You owe him money?" "Cost of doing business." "What's in the trunk, Freedgood?" "Finish wiping down the inside." "My God." "God, help." "Help." "Good." "You're almost ready." "Let's go." "You can't be serious." "Nah, I'll help you." "You gotta be kidding." "Come on, I'm not going with anyone, all right?" "Why do you think you're so much better than everybody?" "You shouldn't have come." "Fuck it." "Veronica!" "You made it back." "What, you're a murderer now?" "Go fuck yourself." "How much you think you deserve?" "You take it." "No, you tell me how much you think you deserve, and I'll see if that's what I give you." "Wouldn't take a red cent of your filthy fuckin' drug money." "Name a number." "What is it, like ten thousand?" "Tell you what I want, Freedgood." "I want you to get the fuck out of my life and never come back." "Yes!" "That was fucking cute." "Yeah, you heard me." "Now fuck off." "You know what I'm gonna do for you?" "Look at that." "'Cause no one works for free." "Don't spend it all in one place." "Fuck." "Well done, Percy." "Well fuckin' done." "Fuckin' perfect." "Hey, quit sitting' there like a jerk-off and get movin'." "Bon coo coo!" "All that money, and you didn't want it?" "Absolutely not." "That's a lot of money." "Come on." "A guy like me takes money like that?" "Freedgood left with his money." "I'm glad he did." "But he came back." "Freedgood doesn't take no for an answer." "Be clear with me." "He came back for Veronica." "Get up." "Fucker!" "Get up!" "Get up!" "Get up!" "You fuck." "Get up!" "Think I won't fucking kill you, Percy?" "Don't you ever!" "Percy!" "Get off me!" "You think I won't I kill you, motherfucker?" "Freedgood!" "Freedgood, please." "No." "Please." "Okay." "Okay." "And then we called the police." "So you're going back east." "Yes." "Together." "Yeah." "Yes." "Well, I said I'd give you a ride to the station when we were done." "No, you don't have to do that." "It'll be my pleasure." "It's really not necessary." "Percy." "I think we..." "What happened to the case?" "Pardon me?" "Freedgood's case and all the money that was in it." "You have it." "I have it?" "The..." "The police have it." "I don't have it." "What about you?" "Can you please not point the gun at us?" "Little puppies in the big dog's yard." "Now get up, both of you." "Come on." "Stop." "Turn around." "On your knees." "Put your hands on your heads." "You don't have to do this." "We won't say anything." "So I can trust you now?" "You're college-educated adults." "You need to take responsibility for your actions." "Fuck." "This is your last chance." "I'm gonna leave you both at the bottom off that pool." "Why would we have it?" "Maybe the South Africans..." "Maybe..." "Maybe Andre Horowitz has it." "Percy Motherfuckin' Greene." "The guy I been telling you about." "What do you know about Andre Horowitz?" "It takes equal part talent, motherfuckin' skill and nerve." "It's a quality you sadly lack." "I can play." "Then get your fuckin' hands off me and play." "There is no Andre Horowitz." "Where is it?" "!" "He's gonna come see us." "She's gonna lie to you." "He was a serial entrepreneur." "Get-rich-quick schemes." "Something like that." "What do you want, twenty-five, fifty?" "It took a lot of effort to set this up." "You don't know half as much as you think you do." "You are going to do very, very well." "You are a man of many talents." "Praxal Pharmaceutical Industries headquartered in beautiful Wilmington, Delaware." "Well done, Percy." "Well fuckin' done." "If we'd known it was..." "Please let us go." "You should've thought about that before you tried to steal it." "Please!" "Aaahh!" "You wanna know a little secret?" "I like you guys, you know that?" "Freedgood was a piece of shit." "You guys did me a favor." "Fuck you." "Get your bags." "Let's go." "Was anything you told me true or was it all bullshit?" "The closer you stick to the truth, the easier it is to lie."