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(film reel clacking)
- [Jon] I tell myself the same lie.
(suspenseful music)
That I've never done a real drug in my life.
Anyone know how a trip to the pharmacy
can turn you into a heroin addict?
- [Officer] Freeze.
- [Jon] I know.
And I know where I went wrong.
I believed it.
Rappers.
Running their mouths about running the streets.
And now I can't get this beat out my head.
(steady hip hop music)
¶ Wake me up when it's over ¶
¶ Goodnight ¶
¶ I had a dream I could buy my way to Heaven ¶
¶ When I woke up, I spent that on a MAC-11 ¶
¶ I told y'all I'll be back in a second ¶
¶ If I don't make it back, the hell is wrong with me ¶
¶ It's hot as hell in the Summer ¶
¶ Devil on my back, trying to get my tell number ¶
¶ Niggas underwater and they getting held under ¶
¶ Devil trying to make my name to a jail number ¶
¶ I keep it real even though it sounds cliche ¶
¶ My style is raw, so DJ ¶
¶ I'll pray later, let the Gucci store tempt me ¶
¶ Devil working overtime, haters wanna envy ¶
- [Kelsie] What can I get ya?
- [Jon] Can I just have two waters to go?
- [Kelsie] Sure, coming right up.
- Thanks.
- Here ya go.
Just don't let my boss see.
- Okay, thank you.
Free 99.
- Sick, that's what's up, man.
Oh that's good.
How'd it go, did you ask her?
That's it, I ain't coming here no more.
That's it, man.
Let's bounce.
- Yo yo man, listen.
I ain't feeling this, man.
I'm gonna bounce.
- What are you talking about?
You said you wanted to do something together.
- Yeah yeah, doing something ain't doing nothing together.
- Well skating's out, man.
Come on, I'm going in.
Come in, have a drink.
- No man, you know what?
Look, I'm your best friend, man.
I'm down to hang, but I'm sick of this gangster shit, man.
- Oh come on, man. - And you getting
lured into it all.
It's not good, man. - What?
- No man. - You smoke more weed
than anybody I know,
and you got illegal lizards at home.
Jesus.
- I'll have one drink.
(intense hip hop music)
(people chattering) (cell phone ringing)
- Man, don't be touching shit, man.
- What?
Don't worry about where I'm at.
Yo, I'll call you back.
I'll call you back.
What the fuck?
Yo, there's 40s in the fridge.
- Hey, thanks dad.
- Shit, that's the fuck I'm talking about.
You see that shit? (upbeat rap music)
These niggas know how to live, B.
You feel me?
- Man, I'm telling you, we need to party in hotels.
- Yeah yeah, right after Grady's court date, alright?
So he can enjoy it, too.
- That's right, the court date.
Going to the court house. (beeping)
- Hey girl. - Here we go.
Let's go to the courthouse.
I like it, I like it. - Whoa whoa whoa whoa.
- What's up?
- Yo move your dumb ass out the way, man.
¶ 100 dollar champagne, 100 dollar grams ¶
¶ For them things, that's about 100 Benz ¶
- I'll take these keys for you, playboy.
Yo Jon, come on, we out of here.
- What?
For real, man, why?
Come on, we got out friends here, 40s, pizza.
We don't wanna risk it.
- I ain't risking shit, man.
Thing just went off.
It ain't going off again for a while.
- Come on, let's get out of here. - Seriously?
- Yeah, let's go.
- Well, hey, you know, I'm gonna roll with y'all,
'cause he took too long to roll that fucking blunt.
- The hell you ain't.
Sit your ass down.
That shit ring again, put that straw in your white ass,
and take a picture.
(steady music) (engine revving)
You know what job stand for right?
Journey of the broke.
Yo how about this?
I lay low and take of my probation shit,
and you, you take tomorrow off,
and I pay you double whatever money you gonna make.
- You know I'm not down for that hustle, bro.
- You, hustle?
Nigga, please.
I just need you to pick something up for me.
Tomorrow's the first.
Collection day.
I see you smile over there.
- Okay, yeah.
- Yo, I'm hungry.
(people chattering) (clearing throat)
- Hey, you're back.
- [Jon] Hey. - What can I get for you?
- What you got?
- I'm good, just take care of him.
- I want something.
- I don't really have any money on me right now.
- Oh, like, you got some money somewhere else,
you just didn't bring it on you just now?
Get him a grilled cheese or something.
I'm gonna get the cheese steak,
and would you give me some of that cream pie?
(laughing)
Hey, you want some cream pie?
Nah, he good, he don't want none.
- Is that for here or to go? (call phone ringing)
- Here.
- Go, man, we ain't got time for this shit.
Yo, didn't I tell you I'd call you back?
What the fuck?
- That'll be 34.24.
- Hold up.
This is for you.
Yeah, you're right, she is hot.
- Yeah, she's pretty hot.
(upbeat hip hop music)
¶ Yo, yo I came in the game ¶
¶ Counting paper at a young age ¶
¶ Learned how to shoot in the streets, no gun range ¶
¶ Should make a queen's fat cat made the front page ¶
¶ They was getting stupid money ¶
¶ They was getting dumb paid ¶
¶ You wanna be a drug dealer man ¶
¶ Then murder for cocaine, call it killer gram ¶
¶ Niggas stepping on work like Miller cans ¶
(steady suspenseful music)
- [Man] Fucking quiet, for once, in your fucking life.
Sit there and stay quiet.
(knocking on door)
Who the fuck are you?
- Excuse me. - What the fuck you want here?
- Grady wants his money.
- Man, I don't have it right now.
I wish I did.
Would you just tell Grady
he's the first one I call when I get my check?
- Yeah.
Alright.
- Hey you know if you step back
another foot or so, it might disassociate you
from all that shit, right?
Don't let this shit get you all shook.
It's just dust.
- I'm sorry man, alright.
But this is not me, none of this is me.
- Yo yo yo yo yo yo, sure sure sure sure.
I made you miss a day of work.
We're straight.
What's up?
You allergic to money all of a sudden?
- I just don't wanna sell something that hurts people.
- Well shit, neither would I.
Fuck a fiend.
Fiends ain't people.
They zombies.
They gonna get their drugs with or without you.
Believe that.
Don't ever underestimate no fiend.
Shit besides man, most of them sell drugs
just so they could use.
'Til they fuck that up.
What the fuck you talking about, man?
Most shit people buy winds up hurting them anyway.
It's an every day decision.
Yo.
Trust me.
You ain't fucking up the world by supplying a need
any more than you're saving it
by sitting your ass right there while this shit happens.
- Jesus.
- Do you see that shit?
That shit right there changes hands all day, every day.
Yo.
I don't want you doing something you don't wanna do
just because we're brothers.
But I do gotta let you know what's up.
Before you start standing in the higher ground in your mind
while living in the fucking ghetto.
(upbeat hip hop music)
¶ What, what ¶ (record scratching)
- Back.
¶ Check it out, check, check ¶
(crashing) (men yelling)
- Help, help.
Help.
- Get his fucking shoes.
(siren wailing) (man yelling)
- [Jon] Hey man, are you alright?
Want me to call the police?
- No.
I heard them go by.
Damn.
I lost, my wallets on the ground somewhere.
- Your wallet?
- Yeah.
- [Jon] I'll help you find it.
- Yeah, if you could.
Maybe it's-- - what does it look like?
- It's brown, it's like,
I don't know, the size of your palm, or something.
Sorry man. (smacking)
(high pitch tone) (light music)
(upbeat hip hop music)
- Say what?
- [Kelsie] Hey man.
- Yo, what's good?
- I've been calling you.
- Yeah?
- Are you gonna come to my friend's party?
- I've been busy.
- Oh.
- Yo fellas, this is Kelsie.
- [Dunphy] Hi Kelsie.
- Oh, I know you.
- Yo, get out.
- I wanna go with you guys.
- Come on, get out, I gotta bounce.
I'll holler at you later, alright?
- Okay.
Bye boys.
- Bye Kelsie.
- Yo, I'm watching you, bitch.
- Oh. (laughing)
- Would y'all shut up, you doofy mother fuckers?
- [Dunphy] Showing us her titties.
Alright, I'm gonna get excited.
- Yeah I gotta bounce.
Me and Jon gotta roll somewhere.
- Fuck, Grady man, you do this shit every time.
We just need to bring two cars.
- Yo.
We gotta go check out these bitches down the block.
And then there's some bitches across town I gotta show you.
You gonna like this.
Trust me.
- Sure they gonna be all up on you, man.
Girls love a guy with money.
- Yeah, you know what they like more than money, right?
- What?
- Dick.
- What the fuck, man?
- What's wrong with you?
- You know I was talking to that girl.
- Talking with who?
Yo, bro.
I know you ain't tripping out over no bitch.
Alright.
I wasn't gonna say nothing before,
but she told me how frustrated you was making her.
- What?
- Yeah, said she realized she'd been dangling that ass
at a gay guy for like a month now.
- Come on man, she wasn't saying that shit.
(laughing)
- Yo, you kill me, Jon.
(speaking in foreign language)
(dogs barking)
- Grady.
That's dangerous, man.
Wait, okay, take the animals.
And you bring strangers into my home?
- Hey Dom, this is, it's my boy Jon.
- Hey, what up?
- About to fuck some bitches.
Kill some snitches.
You know?
(speaking in foreign language)
- What's up, Dom?
- Oye, it's like 65 degrees outside.
You're wearing like three jackets.
Oye, go introduce yourself to the girls.
- Come by and talk to you, you know.
- [Dom] Well just call me. - Yeah.
- Hey, I'm Jon. (light music)
- What the fuck?
- You got five fingers, right?
- Yeah.
- And you had a phone, right?
- Yeah.
- So use 'em, you know.
- Okay. - Alright.
- Hey, you think I could show Jon the garage?
- Oh yeah yeah, you know where it's at.
Go.
- Hey, come here man, I wanna show you something.
You see what money could get you?
Come on, man.
Let's go back in the house.
- That balloon ass, has that nice ass.
- Yeah. - Why wasn't she here tonight?
- Shit, I don't know man.
- Showing him what you got.
- Oh man, you like it?
- Dude, yeah, very impressive.
- Good, I like that.
This is my nephew, Marciel.
- Hey man. - Marciel.
Say hi to my friends.
- What's up, man? - What up?
- Hey, why don't you make them one of those drinks?
- Alright.
- In the meantime, Grady, me and him gonna talk.
Come on.
No man, she's Brazilian. - It will be fine.
- She's Brazilian, man. - That's bullshit.
Brazilian. (intense music)
What the fuck are you doing here now?
(yelling)
- Hey yo, I like that shirt.
That's that new shit right there, huh?
- I'll follow the rules. (intense music)
I won't say shit.
- Where you get that shit?
(yelling)
Business for later, you two.
Come on, the females are waiting.
(eerie music)
- [Grady] Get off me.
You know me, Dom.
Dom, you know me.
- I will fucking skin your black ass,
and put it all over my white walls.
- Oh my God.
- Okay.
Okay.
Go.
(light music)
That's a loyal man right there.
- [Grady] You got my drink?
- You'll be alright after all.
(steady music)
- No no no, no time for that.
Let's go, come on, we're late.
Seriously bro.
We gotta get inside, alright?
Where is this guy?
What does he look like?
- Old ass white dude in a suit.
Well there you go.
Hey, Mr. Walsh.
- [Mr. Walsh] Grayson.
- Hey, Mr. Walsh, what's happening?
- You are due for an appearance in court room one
at the moment.
- Hey hold up, hold up, hold up.
Got some money for you.
- Thank you.
Will you need a receipt for that?
- Don't I pay you to know what's good for me?
- I will have one mailed to your home address.
Let's get inside.
- Yo, an hour of this bullshit and it's on, alright?
Just in case.
(upbeat hip hop music)
- Get some bitches and calm down.
Hey, yo.
Where the fuck is Grady, man?
- Grady got locked up.
- I'm gonna be sick.
- He's just punking us, man.
Is he hiding out here?
Where is this mother fucker at?
Come on.
- Hey man, I'm serious.
What are you guys doing?
What are you doing?
- Looking for cash and product, man.
- Hey, don't rifle through his shit, man.
You can't take his stuff.
- Oh.
- Take that off now.
- Come on, he can't be using it in jail.
You know, I wanna rock it while it's fresh.
- What would Grady do to you if he saw you right now?
Hey, get up, we gotta go.
I gotta take you home. Put your jacket on.
Get your shoes on, we gotta go.
- Oh.
I see.
Jon's gonna be taking care of everything
while Grady's gone.
Nice.
- Just leave his shit alone, alright?
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Enjoy the room.
It's paid for through the week.
Compliments of your friend Grady.
I'm gonna give you Grady's keys,
and I think you should stay with us
'til things settle down. (cell phone ringing)
Here, count this money for me.
Hello?
Yeah, okay.
I'll meet you at the PND in 30 minutes.
You know where that is?
Alright, I'll hit you back on this number.
How much is there?
- It's,
like 22,000.
- You know which one of these is two-piece?
- Jon, I don't know.
- I'll figure it out.
- [Charlie] Hey, how's Grady?
- [Jon] No word yet, but don't worry,
'cause Grady told me to take care of you,
so I'm gonna take care of you.
- Tell him hello for me, will you?
- Yeah, will do.
- Alright, alright.
These are shrimp, these are veggies.
And that is a two piece.
That there is an eight ball,
and this one is an onion.
And this big puppy, that is a quarter key,
and it's for me.
Alright.
Here you go now.
- See, once this is gone,
I'm sticking only to the big stuff,
because I can't be running around man.
It's peddling.
- You know, if you count it in front of me,
it doesn't hurt my feelings.
- Hey, you don't have to weigh it,
I don't have to count it.
That's the way it should be.
- [Charlie] I'd drink to that if I was drinking.
(upbeat hip hop music)
¶ Say, say, say ¶
¶ You ain't tried 'em all ¶
¶ Want me to bring it to you ¶
¶ Guess there's nothing left to do ¶
¶ But to bring it to you, to you ¶
¶ Whether not, you always open ¶
¶ Only for me ¶
¶ Got the super soaker that you loved a lot ¶
¶ Bitch you at ¶
¶ Flashing, this be the action ¶
¶ Losing traction, satisfaction ¶
¶ Guarantee, I see ¶
¶ How you look when you looked at me ¶
¶ When I'm in those jeans, suck in your spleen ¶
¶ Got the ability to bring you off your ecstasy ¶
¶ Right here next to me ¶
¶ I can be ¶
¶ That nigga that you love, that nigga ¶
¶ That nigga that you need, that nigga ¶
¶ Put it in the hearse when I beat it from the back ¶
(knocking on door)
(singing)
(laughing)
(speaking in foreign language) (gentle music)
- What the fuck are you doing here, man?
- Yo.
Listen, I came to talk about some business.
(shushing)
- Careful what you say.
Get the leaves.
- There are no fucking leaves.
- Yeah there are leaves.
Open your eyes.
- See the leaves.
- Alright. - Yeah.
- So listen.
(shushing)
Grady-- - Don't, don't.
He's taking a nice vacation from his stupidity, I know.
Okay?
He's got a big mouth.
- I'm taking over for him right now, all right?
I'm gonna keep him in play.
I'm gonna pay his lawyer fees.
- You?
Listen, come here.
It's better for now that he don't feel forgotten
in there, okay?
So I'm gonna get Marciel to get with you, alright?
- Alright, cool.
- Okay, and if you owe me money,
you're gonna see me long before you hear from me.
And that's not good.
Yeah? - Yeah, yeah okay.
- Okay.
Now get out of here,
before I make you do something stupid.
Like sweep my lawn.
(cell phone ringing)
- Yo.
What?
Yo yo yo yo, I don't mess with anything that small.
I don't fuck with users, you feel me?
I only deal with play makers.
Lose this fucking number. (phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
Yo Charlie.
- Look at you, all dressed up.
- I'm blending into the hood, yo.
I'm in camouflage.
I'm coming up.
- Alright.
- Damn.
- Charlie says he'll call you.
- I'm just dropping off Charlie's favorite movie.
You got nothing to say?
'Cause I ain't hearing that.
- [A.J.] I know what you do.
- What did I do?
- I said I know what you do.
And if you'd listen, what you'll never do
is standing right in front of you.
Maybe you hearing that.
(phone beeping)
- Who's that girl?
Where did she come from, how do you know her?
- I've known her most of her life,
since she was a little girl.
- Some beautiful girl is just hanging at your place,
all day all night like a cat?
I mean, that's her life?
What's the deal with that?
- She's just been having a hard time lately,
trying to steer away from an ex-boyfriend.
I'm just trying to help her out,
and let her stay with me for now.
I used to be friends with her mother.
Come by tomorrow, I have something for you.
- Alright, peace.
- Were you mean to my friend?
What?
You don't like him?
- I've got a boyfriend.
- You told me you were done with that creep.
(birds chirping)
- [Jon] Hey.
- Oh, Jonny.
Hey, how you doing?
- How are you feeling?
You've been outside today? It's beautiful out there.
- I haven't been outside in a long time.
- Well, you really should get out there.
It's one of the nicest days I can remember.
- I haven't been out of the house in four years.
Unless you count trips to the emergency room.
Does it count when you're unconscious?
- Are you being serious?
I don't know whether or not to believe you.
- No, this is my world, man.
It's where I live.
It's good, it's good.
But my weight exceeds the limit
of the imaginary elevator.
Sit down.
- [Jon] No, we're going outside.
- No, we're not going outside.
I got a book to read. - You're going outside,
Charlie, it's ridiculous. - Jonny.
- Four years? - Will you stop?
I have a book to read.
No, no no no, Jonny.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Going out. - Stuff.
- No, he's sick.
- Well, all the more reason to go out.
You know, water, sunshine, oxygen.
Everything the body needs.
Ask a plant, a plant will tell you.
- He'll die.
He needs his meds.
(grunting)
- This ain't living.
You coming?
- No.
Bring him back up here.
- I'm not getting him back up there now, come on.
Go up. (steady instrumental music)
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
¶ Oh I can't believe ¶
¶ I made it here alive ¶
¶ But I have survived ¶
¶ I've realized ¶
¶ That I've arrived ¶
- Hey, you were right.
The wind is great.
Whoa.
(laughing)
- You want me to take you up to the pier?
Check out some boats?
- You know, I'm just gonna sit here for a while.
- Alright, cool.
- I can make it back on my own.
These arms could use the exercise.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
- Alright.
- Yeah, you go ahead.
- Holler if you need me.
- Yeah.
- Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I know none of this would've ever happened
if it wasn't for you.
And I can tell you're a good person.
It's just been really hard taking care of him,
so I'm sorry if I came off--
- Hey, please.
He looks like he's doing good.
- Well Charlie has brain cancer.
And it's inoperable, so he's terminal.
I just want him to be as happy,
and as comfortable as he can be, you know?
- Well, he's too busy enjoying himself
to be worrying about that now.
- Yeah.
- He's out cold.
I wish I could take him some place good.
- He keeps talking about the Grand Canyon.
- Really?
Imagine if we went there right now.
He woke up and we were parked right in front of it.
- That would be everything.
- If you could go anywhere in the world,
where would you go?
- Bora Bora.
I saw it on TV once,
and there's this little island called Toopua,
and I think you can walk around the whole island
in like 20 minutes or something.
Beautiful sand, beautiful water.
So clean.
I imagine that nothing bad could happen there.
- Sounds great.
I always tell myself I'd buy myself
a ticket out of here once I could afford one.
It's funny
how every time it seems to come,
I can never decide when or where to go.
I just thought maybe Miami, or San Francisco.
Brazil, I don't know.
- I can tell you'll end up somewhere special.
- You can?
- Yeah.
- You too.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
(steady suspenseful music)
(sirens wailing)
Are you fucking kidding me?
- Hey, I'm here.
Yeah.
Are you close?
Okay, bye. (light instrumental music)
- Hi. - [A.J.] Hey.
Thank you. - Yeah.
Is that why it's not called that anymore?
They don't call 'em pocket books anymore?
Watch your step, close your eyes.
- Okay. - Keep 'em closed.
Alright.
Alright?
Here we go, that feels right.
Oh my God, alright.
- [A.J.] Okay, where are we?
- [Jon] Keep 'em closed.
It's kinda dark in here.
- [A.J.] Okay.
- This way, watch your step.
Come on.
Here.
And sit down.
- This is where you live?
- Yeah.
- This is like the nicest place I've ever seen.
- Not bad.
You know, you're the first person to see this.
Nobody else even knows this place exists.
- Oh my God, look at you.
You were so adorable.
- Yes, yep.
- How old were you here?
- I don't know, I think I was like five.
That was my first day of school.
- You did it again.
- What?
- You showed me you.
Sometimes, you drop all that gangster talk,
and you talk like you.
- I, um...
I got you something.
- What, really?
- Yeah.
I don't, I just keep thinking about you,
and thinking about how great you are,
and how much I like you.
And you know how you were talking about
taking some time away for yourself?
And how you try to break the mold.
- Thanks.
- Anyway, here you go.
- What is this?
Plane tickets?
To where, it doesn't say where?
- Anywhere in the world you wanna go.
Any time, any place.
Those are open-ended.
- Oh my God, are you serious?
- [Jon] Yeah.
- This is so crazy, thank you so much.
- Don't worry about it, of course.
- But I can't, I seriously can't accept this.
- [Jon] What? No, you have to. Why not?
- Because this is your dream.
This is what you wanted.
- Well, no, you really have to,
because they are non-refundable.
And that one with your name on it is non-transferrable.
So they're yours. - And the other one?
- Also non-refundable, but that one is transferrable.
So you have a little time to figure out
who you want to take with you,
or if you really want, you could just use the second one
for another getaway for yourself.
- This is too much.
These must have cost you a fortune.
- Ah, no.
- Well,
I'll just have to think about who I want to take with.
- Yeah.
(gates buzzing) (steady music)
(car honking)
- The fuck you doing?
You know you ain't safe right now, right?
- So many people came here to pick you up.
You having trouble deciding on who to roll with?
- Shut the fuck up.
- You shut the fuck up and get in the car.
- Fast food now?
- Won't make you fast, might make you rich.
- Mm hmm.
- [Jon] What's in the bag?
- No.
- Come on, dig deeper. What's in the bag?
- Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
What the fuck is all this?
- Oh shit.
- What is all this, man? - What, what?
Are you kidding me?
- Yo hold on, hold on.
- Come here.
Now are we back on, or what?
You come pick a nigga up from jail, fucking cocaine and money
and jewelry and shit. - [Jon] That's how I roll.
- That's how you rollin'?
- Are we back or not? I wanna hear you say it.
- That's how you rollin' now?
- That's how I'm rollin'.
- We back on. - My man.
(upbeat hip hop music) (laughing)
- Grady.
- Yo.
- How you been, man?
- Money can buy us, my friend.
- What's this area, what's this?
- Man, what does it look like? I helped Jonny boy pick 'em out.
He won't take a day off the grind,
but Grady, me and you,
we just go out there. I know the best trails, man.
- [Grady] Nah, nah, Jon, we gotta hit that up.
We gots to get up on those things.
- Hey, there's somebody I want you to meet.
A.J., this is Kelsie and Grady, my good friends.
Yo, be polite.
Hey, hey hey hey hey. What the hell is this?
No no, get this shit out of here.
I don't like any of this shit. Get it out now.
- Yo.
- Hey.
- Jonno. - Yo.
Boy man.
- Yo, we need to talk.
- Alright talk.
- Can I holler at my man in private for a second?
- No man, we're all friends here.
It's all good.
- What's up with you and that girl?
- A.J.? She's my girl.
- How long you been seeing her?
- What?
Oh, shit.
What, you already hit that or something?
Is that what this is about?
- Hell fucking no, man, I'm serious.
That bitch is a fiend.
- [Jon] What?
- Look, she might look good now,
but a couple months ago,
she was looking like fucking Tales From The Crypt.
- Alright, that's enough. - Don't leave her in your house, man.
- That's enough. - Where's she at right now?
- Enough, alright?
- Yo, you know I ain't gonna hold my tongue.
You want me to get rid of her for you? I will.
- No, wait, hey, hey. - Where the fuck is she now?
- Cristal, baby.
- [Woman] One, two, three. (camera shutter clicking)
- Oh, it's such a pretty picture.
You guys look so great.
Well, I got your cheers for you.
To Jon.
Fuck you, Jon.
Fuck all you guys.
That's what I got to say to you, fuck you.
You like that?
Fuck you. (glass shattering)
Oh, by the way, I stole these glasses from you.
I'm fucking taking 'em.
Fucking piece of shit.
- Now it's a party, huh?
Let's turn this shit up, huh?
Come on. (upbeat hip hop music)
A.J.
- Hey.
- You disappeared.
- Just felt like being alone.
- Feeling like being alone, huh?
At her own party?
Everything okay?
- Yeah.
The party's great.
I just can't be in the same room as that guy.
How does someone like you even know him?
- Grady?
I mean, we grew up together.
- Just please don't believe whatever he said about me.
- You don't have to worry about what Grady says, alright?
Besides, Charlie already told me all about you,
and why you stay there.
- Yeah, I take care of him.
- You sure about that?
It's not the other way around?
'Cause I heard it was the other way around.
I heard he takes care of you.
- I've always taken care of him.
- Is it true you got an ex-boyfriend
who won't take fuck off for an answer?
- It's not like that.
- [Jon] How is it like, then?
- He's not that kinda guy.
- What kinda guy is he?
- I'm never afraid of what he might do.
I'm just afraid of what I might do.
- And what's that?
- I don't wanna talk about.
- You don't wanna talk about it?
- I'm just trying to leave my past behind.
- No, hey, I get it.
You just want to leave your past behind you,
you won't talk about it.
It's alright, 'cause I'll find it for myself.
- Get out the way, get out of the way. - [A.J.] Jon, please, no, Jon, please.
- Where is it? What are you hiding, huh?
What is it?
What is this?
Is this for me?
- I don't think I want you to have it anymore.
- Okay, listen, I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.
Please.
- I just feel like I don't want you
to think like I'm one of those people.
- I think you are unlike anybody
I have ever met before.
Okay? (gentle music)
Why, I don't, why Charlie?
Why do you want to be around all that dealing and using?
- I just needed a place to stay to get away from my boyfriend.
- Do you still care about him?
- I care about you.
He was everything to me.
You can't just change one thing in your life
and expect your whole life to change.
You know?
That's why I have to change everything in mine.
- Hey, hey, please.
I want you to stay, okay?
- I should go.
- Then let me pick you up tomorrow.
Okay, let me pick you up.
- Same place?
- I will be there.
Okay?
Come here.
- [A.J.] I need to go.
(steady instrumental music) (engine revving)
(water splashing)
- What's she like?
- Huh?
- Man, we all see the way she acts around you,
you lucky mother fucker.
What's she like?
- A.J.?
- Kelsie.
- What?
- Just see if you could keep up, alright?
You got the fast bike, and when you get lost,
just hit me on the cell, bitch.
(engine revving)
(steady ominous music)
(muffled speech)
(machine beeping)
- [Doctor] So how are you feeling?
You fractured your pelvis.
There's no way we can splint or help the injury
with a cast.
You're just gonna have to wait for the bone to heal itself.
- Jon, man.
Jon Jon Jon Jon, this is bad, man.
Do you want me to take off your helmet?
- God no, no no no no, don't touch me, don't touch me.
- Oh fuck, we need to get you to a hospital.
- That means you are gonna have to stay in bed
until you feel comfortable sitting up
and walking around.
That might mean months of healing.
I've ordered you some pain medication,
just for your comfort.
- [Dunphy] I called everybody.
The only one who hasn't gotten back to me yet is Davies.
- Where's my phone, man?
I gotta make a phone call.
- I don't know, man. You wanna try using my phone?
- No, I need my phone, man.
I need the numbers, the numbers on my phone.
- We got the same numbers, Jon. Who are you trying to call, man?
- I gotta call A.J.
- I got A.J.'s number.
- Jon, are you okay?
I got so scared when I heard.
I brought you licorice.
- Thanks.
Put it down.
- Grady wanted me to tell you--
- Kelsie, can you please have Grady call me?
I need to find my phone.
- I already called your phone, Jon.
If it was even close, we would've heard it already.
- Grady's in jail.
They arrested him. (light ominous music)
Grady wanted me to tell you
that he needs you to get his X-Station from his car.
And he really wanted you to get it.
I don't know what that means.
(thunder rumbling) (rain pattering)
(cell phone ringing)
- Hey.
Where are you? (light music)
I called you a couple times, I didn't leave a message.
I don't want this damn phone to take my money.
(coin clinking)
There it goes.
Hey look.
I'm really sorry about last night.
It's almost 9:00, where are you?
I can't wait to see you.
Okay, call me.
Bye.
- No no.
Wrong number.
Wrong number, sorry.
Okay. (steady ethereal music)
(phone beeping)
Is A.J. there?
Is this a payphone?
Hello?
- Paul Bunyan returns to his crib
after taking out trees with his body.
- Don't make me laugh, man.
Don't make me laugh.
(door creaking)
- Hey, man, you think they're still in there?
I wish I had my cap with me.
- [Jon] You see anything?
- [Dunphy] No, there's nobody up here.
- Oh, shit, this is real, dude.
Shit just got so real.
What the fuck is this?
That's it, man, I'm getting a pit bull. I'm getting a pit bull.
- Alright, just chill the fuck out, okay?
- No one's gonna come in this fucking house again.
- That's real, man.
Yeah, the dog idea's good.
We're gonna go on the dog idea.
- This is so fucked, man.
This is bullshit, it was staged.
- Man, I'm just glad I was with you when it happened
'cause I don't like being accused of shit that I didn't do.
You see what I'm saying?
- It's all fucking smoke and mirrors, man.
They came in and out of the fucking window.
- Davies, man.
Think about it.
Fucking Davies, man.
I mean, who else knows this place, right,
better than he does?
And your girl...
I mean, she wouldn't steal from you because
it'd be like stealing from herself, right?
I mean, you don't think she'd steal from you, do you?
I'm just gonna go check in the back.
Just chill out for just one second, alright?
- Oh fuck.
(light somber music)
Shit.
(gasping)
(urine trickling)
Hey, Charlie.
Charlie, Charlie.
- Jonny, I've been calling.
- Yeah, sorry man.
I lost my phone.
- Are you alright, buddy?
- Mm hmm.
Is A.J. here?
- Well, listen, come in.
What happened?
You need to sit down? - Mm mm, no.
No, I can't stay, I gotta find A.J.
- Oh, I'm sorry about the place.
It bothers me so much to be seen living like this,
but there's not much I can do from this chair.
- I was supposed to pick her up days ago, man.
- Whoa whoa whoa, you're hurt.
Is she hurt?
- No, no.
She wasn't with me.
But I cracked my pelvis.
- Your pelvis, man, how are you even leaning?
(bottle rattling)
I wouldn't lean to much on those.
- So, do you know where she could be,
where she's at, anything?
- Look, you should worry about yourself right now.
You need to heal up.
She's known for these disappearing acts.
She'll come around.
I'm sure she's fine.
She's a smart one.
Hey, I love you buddy.
You take care.
- I love you too.
I wish I could help you clean up, man.
I hate seeing you like this.
- You know, I never set out to make a mark in the world.
I just don't want to leave a stain.
I'll die if anybody sees me living in filth like this.
- Hey.
A.J. told me about your cancer.
It's terminal.
- Ah.
It's all the same ending, kid.
We're all terminal.
(gentle music)
You'll find her.
- I'll see you soon. - Yeah.
(knocking on door)
- Get him and kill him, Rolie.
(knocking on door)
- [Delivery Man] China Lantern, delivery.
- [Jon] What?
- [Delivery Man] Delivery, you called.
- I didn't order no delivery, man.
- [Delivery Man] China Lantern.
- Hey, man.
I forgot.
How much do I owe you?
- 29 bucks.
- Okay.
Here, keep the change.
- Thanks.
- See ya.
Rolie.
What kind of guard dog are you?
(steady ethereal music)
(sniffing)
(phone ringing)
- [Grady] Yo, can you hear me?
It's me, Grady.
What the fuck happened to you?
- Man, you got to knock it down a bit.
I can't take this.
- Yo, you high as hell.
- I got robbed, man.
They took all my product.
They took all my money.
- What, didn't I tell you? Bounce that bitch?
- No no, it ain't like that, man.
- Like what?
Put money first or you get hurt, boy.
Yo, you better fuck someone up quick.
Anyone, or it's open season on that ass.
- We think we know who did it.
I keep hearing Davies, man.
I keep hearing his name.
- Listen, I ain't got much time to be talking on this phone.
Yo, they trying to extend my sentence.
My lawyer ain't picking up the damn phone.
You gotta tell him to come see me.
Yo, you gotta tell him.
- Tell who?
Who man?
Who do I tell?
Hello?
- Afternoon.
- Hi.
- How can I help ya?
- Can you please help me refill these?
Thanks.
- I'm sorry, sir.
This prescription refill's been satisfied.
I'm not authorized to dispense a further dosage
without a new one.
- But.
I don't understand, man.
I need to get my medication.
This was prescribed to me.
- [Pharmacist] Yeah, I understand, but there's nothing that I can do.
You're gonna have to ask your doctor
to write you a new one.
- I don't know how to contact him.
He's not my personal doctor, you know?
He's, come on, man, I mean, he's the guy at the hospital
that treated me when I fractured my bones.
- Yeah, I understand sir, but there's nothing that I can do.
- Are you serious right now?
That doesn't make sense to me, man.
You're supposed to help me.
I'm supposed to get my prescription here, at the pharmacy where you work.
You're a pharmacist, correct?
- Yes.
- How am I supposed to handle this then?
You tell me, how do I handle this?
- Is there anything else that I can get you?
- This is bullshit.
It's bullshit.
(steady suspenseful music)
- Fucking junkies.
- Hey.
- Hey what?
You fucking think you know me?
What do you need?
- I guess like, 10, 20, how many you got?
- We only got like 600 pills.
I got 60s left.
- Alright, just give me all of it.
- You know they're 60 bucks a piece.
When do I see the rest?
- Just call me Monday.
- No.
You know how this works, right?
You call me.
- Yeah, yeah we're cool.
- Yeah we're fucking cool. You'd know it if we weren't.
Hey.
Monday is Monday.
Not Tuesday.
(engine revving)
(steady ominous music)
(knocking on door)
(banging on door)
- [Kelsie] Jon's not here.
- Do you know when he'll be back?
- [Kelsie] Did you check his house?
- Why don't you just tell him that Dakin is here to talk to him.
- [Kelsie] Do you want me to give him a message
when I see him?
- No, I'll just come back by a little later.
You gonna be around later?
Hey Jonny, you better fucking call me.
- Yo Jon, what's up?
Did you get my extension yet?
- You look different.
(door slamming)
(steady suspenseful music)
(glass shattering)
(gasping)
Oh, hello!
Aren't you super cute?
Where'd you come from? (dog whimpering)
What's in here?
Is this your toy?
This is not a toy.
(door slamming)
Is that your puppy in the room?
- Yeah.
Yeah yeah, I got a pit bull.
He's gonna guard my shit.
- Pit bull? He's so cute.
I think he's a French bull dog.
- No.
His name's Rolie, he's a pit bull.
He'll roll up on you and fuck you up.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Is that Grady's?
- Yeah.
- Good.
He's been bugging me about it.
(door slamming)
(steady suspenseful music)
- [Davies] Oh, by the way, I stole these glasses from you.
I'm fucking taking 'em.
- [Grady] Yo, you better fuck someone up quick, anyone,
or it's open season on that ass.
- [Davies] Fuck you, Jon.
(shattering)
- Kelsie.
Kelsie, oh my God, Kelsie.
- I don't know what happened.
- Are you hurt?
- [Kelsie] I dropped the dinner that I made you,
and I went and broke the bowl.
- What?
- I figured you'd be hungry,
so I made you tomato soup.
- No.
No, no.
I'm not hungry.
- [Kelsie] Are you playing video games?
- No, no, I'm not.
- Jon, are you okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah, you keep asking me that.
- Are you sure?
- No, I'm lying. (door slamming)
- [Kelsie] My mom always said,
"no one's a good liar unless they're lying to themselves."
- I am not lying about myself,
to myself, okay?
Okay?
(door slamming)
- Are you on drugs?
- Get out.
Get out.
Get the fuck out. (door slamming)
Charlie.
(steady somber music)
Charlie, buddy?
Char--
Charlie?
Charlie.
(weeping)
(phone dialing)
Hello, I was wondering if could check in on my friend?
It's been a few days and I'm starting to get worried.
Charlie.
(ominous music)
(phone ringing)
- [Attendant] Promises Rehab Center.
How can I help you?
- [Jon] Hi.
My name's Jon, and I have a problem.
- [Attendant] Well it's really great that you called.
We can help you.
(eerie music) (machine beeping)
- [Jon] How can you help?
- [Attendant] We specialize in the treatment
for all types of addictions.
What are you using?
- [Jon] I'm not really sure how to pronounce it.
Oxycodone.
- [Attendant] I've been sober for four years,
and I've dedicated my life to helping people
with all types of addictions.
And that one is the only one
that feels better than love.
- [Doctor] How are you feeling?
You fractured your pelvis.
- [Attendant] Please be very careful,
'cause the side effects include severe depression
and suicidal thoughts.
It's important that you get professional help immediately.
(voices overlapping)
Jon, Jon, Jon! This is bad, man. This is bad, man.
- [Jon] God no, no no no no. Don't touch me, don't touch me.
(yelling)
- [Davies] Fuck you, Jon.
You like that? (glass shattering)
- [A.J.] You did it again.
- [Jon] What?
- [A.J.] You showed me you. (voices echoing)
- [Grady] I'm watching you, bitch.
(ominous music)
- [Charlie] I never set out to make a mark in the world.
I just don't wanna leave a stain.
It's all the same ending, kid.
We're all terminal.
(birds chirping)
- [A.J.] It's me, A.J.
Look, I really need money.
Okay, I'm at Grace Heights, number 302.
Bye.
(steady ominous music)
- A.J.?
Hey.
A.J.?
Hey.
Hey hey hey.
Hey, what's wrong, are you okay?
- [A.J.] You're here.
- Yeah, yeah I'm here.
Of course I'm here.
How long have you been in this room, babe?
- I can't believe it's you.
I called you every single day.
- I looked everywhere for you.
I was so worried about you.
Look, come on.
Come on. We gotta go.
We gotta go, come on.
- No, no, no, I can't. Can you help me, please?
- Of course.
- I just, I really need money.
- No, you need to leave with me now.
You need to leave with me now. - I can't, I can't.
- Come on, come on. A.J., come with me, please.
- I can't, I can't. - [Jon] Come with me, please.
- I can't. I can't.
- You have to.
(crying)
I wish,
I wish we could run away together.
(somber music)
Fuck!
- He gone?
- Stop.
- Baby, where is it?
Where's the money?
Hey, hey, you said you could get money.
- I don't know.
- Well, where the fuck is it?
- I don't know. (suspenseful music)
(tires screeching)
- You wouldn't be avoiding me, huh?
Is this a convenient time for you to talk?
You look so glad to see me.
Look at you.
You fucking junkie.
You got my fucking money, right?
What, do you think you're going somewhere?
No.
Open the door.
Open the fucking door.
- Fuck you, fuck you. - Fuck me?
No, fuck you. (pounding)
- Get the fuck off my car.
- You cock sucker, open this God damn door.
- Twenty grand! - Fuck you!
(yelling) (tires screeching)
Get back here with my fucking money.
(ethereal music)
(gentle music)
(knocking on door)
(dog whimpering)
- Hey, little buddy.
Where'd you come from?
I got your dog.
Let's go, Giant.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- [Jon] His name is Rolie.
- What?
- The dog.
Take care of him for me.
- Jon, fuck.
Dude, I'm hearing some crazy shit about you.
Are you alright?
Where are you Jon?
- Hey, man.
I just wanna say, I'm sorry.
- Look, buddy.
I mean, you're freaking me out right now, alright?
Where are you going?
- I'm going away tonight.
- [Davies] Yeah, where are you going, Jon?
Jon, where are you going, man?
- I'm going away.
- [Davies] Jon, where are you going?
Jon.
(gentle instrumental music)
(light singing)
(water splashing)
(airplane whirring)
("Better Than Love" by Andy Lawrence)
¶ I can't feel my head straight no more ¶
¶ Because the world is spinning ¶
¶ Around me, making me dizzy ¶
¶ I'm watching the days go by ¶
¶ Watching the days go by ¶
¶ Leaving me in the dust ¶
¶ Oh yeah, I can't get ¶
¶ my head sane no more ¶
¶ 'Cause there's nothing here baby ¶
¶ I love you baby, but my love's no good ¶
¶ Watching the days go by ¶
¶ Leaving me here in the dust ¶
¶ Better than, better than love ¶
¶ Better than love ¶
¶ Watching the days go by ¶
¶ Leaving me here in the dust ¶
¶ Hey ¶
¶ Oh, Lord forgive me ¶
¶ I can't take it no more ¶
¶ Oh, slave to abuse, I am a slave to abuse ¶
¶ I am a slave to abuse ¶
¶ Hey, oh ¶
¶ Slave to abuse ¶
¶ I'm trained to you, I am ¶
¶ Better than love, oh ¶
¶ Better than love ¶