A Thousand Junkies (2017) - full transcript
Things grow more and more desperate, and ridiculous, as three heroin addicts drive all over Los Angeles in search of what they need.
[pigeons cooing]
[engine stalling]
[engine starts]
[Latin American song playing]
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♪
[music stops]
[Tommy] Why do you
always ask him how long
he's gonna be
instead of where he is?
[TJ] Well, he can lie
about where he is.
[Tommy] Yeah.
And he can lie about
how long he's gonna be.
[TJ] Well, he's coming man.
[Blake] You know,
we've been here
for an hour now.
[TJ] It hasn't been an hour.
[Tommy] Pretty close
to an hour.
[TJ] It has not been an hour.
[Tommy] It's definitely
been 45 minutes, man,
without a doubt.
[TJ] Without a fucking doubt.
You guys wanna know
how long we've been here?
We've been here 37 minutes...
and I called him
four minutes ago.
See, man, this is exactly
why we need to--
We need to make a move
and get our hands on
legitimate funds.
I mean, we do, you know.
We gotta make
a fuckin' play,
and actually, like, sit down
and fuckin' organize
and plan this shit.
Why don't you let me
get a little something
in my system
before you start with
your criminal delusions, okay?
They're not delusions, Tommy.
They're facts.
You're a fucking strange
motherfucker, man.
[scoffs]
[sighs]
Dude, your chick is
flipping out right now, man.
She's flipping
the fuck out, man.
Why don't you call her?
I know.
-Text her at least.
-I know.
Man, she's gonna have
the National Guard
searching for your ass.
It is the fucking coke, man.
No, it is, man. Turns 'em
to fucking monsters.
All right, come on.
Stop it. Nobody forced
you to shoot it.
It's sitting there in front
of me. What am I gonna do?
Not shoot it?
All right, fuck this, man.
I'm gettin' some coffee.
Don't get a coffee, man.
No, we need the money
for gas.
And besides,
that's not coffee.
It's sad brown water.
Coffee is coffee.
Coffee is absolutely
not coffee.
-Then what is it?
-If anything,
coffee is not coffee.
Then what is it?
Just let him
get a coffee. Jesus.
Go. Do what you want, man.
Oh, thanks, Dad.
You're gonna hit right away
and I'm gonna be poking
around for hours.
It's 'cause I'm so skinny.
And you're so fat.
-[scoffs]
-[TJ] Just kidding.
[Tommy] Nah. It's true.
I hate the first shot
in the morning.
Sometimes I hit, man,
it's like, boom!
Fuck, another time,
I'm just digging around
for hours, man.
I had this spot right here
on my shoulder that seemed
like it was good,
but I couldn't get a pen
when I found it to mark it.
-Yeah.
-So the next time
I was in there,
I just couldn't find it.
It was just gone.
Well, just don't shoot
in your leg.
Start looking for veins now.
You'll find one.
Where?
I thought this would
come back.
This little thing--
Look at those hands!
They look like the hands
of a corpse.
I know.
They're frightening, man.
They're still puffy.
And I haven't been
in them in years, man.
I've not been in this hand
since 2009.
-And it's still like a--
-It captures, man.
I know. It's vile, man.
[door opens]
[Blake exhales]
What happened to coffee?
I got Sour Worms instead.
Red or green?
Green, man. I only do apple.
-[phone ringing]
-It's him.
Hey, man, where are you?
We're on Normandie & Jefferson.
Okay. I thought
you said Normandie--
Okay, where do you
want us to go?
No, but we'll
pay you by 3:00.
Jimmy, I didn't say
we had money, I said
we didn't have money.
[Tommy] Just tell him
I'll guarantee it.
Jimmy, come on.
We always pay you.
Just tell him
I'll guarantee it.
Tommy says he'll guarantee it.
He says you already
owe him $300.
$260. Jimmy, I paid you
for that other $40!
Jimmy, please.
We just need one
to get our day started.
-Two!
-Okay, so sorry, Jimmy.
Thank you.
Vermont-Slauson.
[upbeat music playing]
[Blake] Yo, what is
"capricious," man?
[Tommy] Capricious?
Why do you care?
[Blake] What does
it mean, dude?
[TJ] It's like, prone to
sudden mood swings
without explanation. Why?
[Blake] Nothing. It's just
this dude called me
"capricious" the other day.
Pissed me off.
[TJ] Well, he was wrong.
You're just angry.
[Tommy] Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. I forgot
the fucking gear.
Really?
Oh, fuck!
Jesus fucking Christ, dude.
So what? We'll go
back to Hollywood, man.
We waited two hours,
we can't wait another
25 minutes?
Fuck that. How could you
forget the gear, man?
Fuck you, man. You think
I'm a fucking imbecile?
Of course I got
the fucking gear.
Ugh. God damn it.
I always fall for that.
It's not funny.
I'm not waiting, man.
I'm heading at the Arko.
No. I hate that
fuckin' bathroom.
Why? 'Cause of the finger?
I'm the one who found it.
I'm not positive
that was a finger.
That was absolutely
a finger.
It had a fuckin' wedding ring.
Could use the bathroom
at the Mexican restaurant
by the pool hall
in Normandie.
-The 24th?
-Yeah.
The cops eat there.
Popeyes on Figueroa
in Washington ain't bad.
It's got a little window,
you can smoke crack
in there.
What about the 76 and Adams
by SC?
That place is great.
They moved inside
the mini-mart.
-Bastards.
-I know.
Well, we do always have
the Mobil station at La Brea
in Washington.
They moved that
inside, too.
Yeah, but those Indian
guys are pretty cool if worst
comes to worst.
You know where's
an amazing bathroom?
Remember that coffee house
on Beverly,
when it was that other place,
and had that big,
purple, velvet armchair?
It was like shooting up
at a Turkish whorehouse.
I know. I felt like a king.
Yeah, but the best bathroom
of all time--
-[phone ringing]
-It's him.
Hey, man. You close?
What do you mean
where are we?
We're at the El Super
on Slauson.
Laundrymat? What laundrymat?
Laundromat on Exposition?
Jimmy, you never said
anything about a laundrymat.
No, I know it's not good
to meet in the same spot
every time.
Tell him we're coming
to the laundromat.
Jimmy, I realize you're
doing us a favor,
and we appreciate it.
Will you tell him
we're coming to
the fucking laundromat?
We're coming to
the fucking laundrymat.
Why not?
Well, where are you?
Okay, we'll go there.
How long?
-[Blake groans]
-No, he cannot do that.
He cannot do that.
Just tell him we're coming
to the fucking laundromat.
Will you shut the fuck up?
Jimmy, where are you right now,
right this second?
Okay, then
we'll come to Kaiser.
How long does
her ultrasound take?
What?
Jimmy, I can't hear you.
Is she having an ultrasound
or a baby?
Oh, fuck!
She's going into labor?
The parking garage
at Kaiser.
Thank you, Jimmy.
Okay, thank you.
Parking garage at Kai--
Oh, shit! I didn't ask him
what Kaiser.
It's the one on Los Sienta.
[engine starting]
[upbeat music playing]
[TJ] Hey, how did you know
which Kaiser?
[Tommy] That's the one
he had the last kid at.
[TJ] The twins?
[Tommy] No, after the twins.
The one who had to
wear the thing on her head.
[TJ] Oh, yeah.
What was that thing?
[Tommy] I don't know,
it's some kind of
straightening helmet.
-[TJ] To straighten her head?
-[Tommy] Yeah.
[TJ] You know,
I think Jimmy's a good father.
[Blake] What?
[TJ] I do, man.
I think he's a good father.
[Blake] He's a heroin dealer.
[upbeat music playing]
What if his wife does into,
like, a 12-hour labor?
So what? What do you think,
he's gonna hold her hand
the whole time like you would?
He'll make her have the baby
and carry her own bags
to the car. Call him.
If he's in the delivery room,
he's probably got his phone
turned off.
-Yeah.
-I know.
[phone ringing]
Oh, fuck!
I'm sorry. I know I should
have called you back.
Mom. Of course I'm not dead,
I've just been busy, all right?
It's a good thing.
Hey, let me ask you
a personal question.
Sure.
All right. Really think
about it, okay?
Don't just answer.
-You think you could
rob a bank?
-No.
Come on, man! I told you
to really think about it.
I don't have to
think about it.
But you steal
all the time.
From my girlfriend.
I don't burst through
the front door of a bank
with a shotgun,
yelling, "This is a hold-up."
Why was that
a personal question?
I could do it, man.
I'm telling you, I could
definitely rob a bank.
That kind of shit just
comes down to one thing,
you know?
Are you willing to
kill someone?
You don't have to do it,
but you have to be willing.
Yeah, well, I'm not willing.
Killing someone is something
everyone should do.
I'm being serious.
Everyone should know
what it feels like
to kill someone at least
once before they die.
Everyone.
What about the person
you're killing?
Well, what if you kill them
before they have the chance
to know
what it feels like
to kill someone?
I'm not back on drugs.
I've been clean for months.
No, don't do that.
Mom, it's just
gonna sit there.
Can't you just send me
the money instead?
Fine. Fine. No, fine.
Send me the subscription for
The New York Review of Books.
-[car horn honking]
-[TJ] He's here.
Mom, look, I gotta go.
My producer just showed up.
Okay, talk to you later. Bye.
[woman groaning in pain]
[TJ] Hey, man.
Jimmy.
Jimmy.
What happened?
[woman] Oh, no, no, no.
[TJ] Yes, okay, thank you.
-[Tommy] Did you get two?
-[Blake] Did he give you coke?
Gotta go to
that Swap Meet place.
[Tommy] What Swap Meet place?
[Blake] Dude,
don't fuck with us.
[TJ] I'm not fucking
with you.
[Tommy] The Swap Meet
on Avalon?
-You have it right there
in your hand.
-I don't have it.
-Swap Meet on Avalon?
-Open your hand.
God damn it.
How could you just let him
drive off like that?
They got into a fight
with the doctor,
and his wife's in there,
hysterically crying.
What fuckin' Swap Meet?
[TJ] The place with
the pinatas.
In Vernon?
He's making us go to Vernon?
[upbeat carnival music playing]
Did you check with
the churro guy?
He's usually by
the churro guy.
Yeah, I know.
This is retarded, man.
We should have put some money
together yesterday.
Hey, why is this all
happening today?
Are you sure
he said Vernon?
[TJ] "The place with
the pinatas."
[music continues playing]
[Tommy] Where the fuck is he?
-[phone ringing]
-[Blake] It's him.
Calling you?
Answer it.
Hey, man.
Wait. We're at the place
with the pinatas. That's
where you told us, right?
Dude, that's fucked up.
No, no, no, no. I mean,
I get it. I understand, man.
That's your kid.
That's your nino.
-Is he here?
-Where is he?
Don't you think that's
a little dangerous?
What if she has the baby
in the car?
Dude, what is happening?
Jimmy, Jimmy. I'm sorry.
One second. One second.
Dude, his fucking wife is
freaking out. She wants to
have the baby in Mexico,
and they're headed there
right now.
What?
Jimmy, it's me. Listen,
that is crazy, bro.
You gotta go back to Kaiser
for your wife's sake
and the baby's.
No, I'll talk to the doctor,
man. I'll straighten
the whole thing out.
Jimmy, she's going into labor.
You're not gonna
make it to Mexico.
She can go to any hospital.
My sister's a nurse.
Where are you right now?
Great. Go to Gardena, get off,
go to the emergency room,
we can meet you there.
They can't turn her away.
It's against the law.
They can't turn you away.
It's against the law.
TJ's sister is a nurse.
TJ's sister is a nurse.
Jimmy-- He wants to
talk to you.
What?
Hey, man. How are you?
No, they can't
turn her away.
My sister is a nurse,
I swear to God.
Well, how far apart
are her contractions?
Just get him off the freeway.
Jimmy, can we talk about this
somewhere calmly?
Jimmy, can the three--
Can we all-- Jimmy.
Can we all meet
and discuss this calmly?
No, Jimmy, please.
This baby needs to be
born in America
and I'm telling you this
as a friend,
not as a customer.
Jimmy?
Hello. Jimmy?
He fuckin' hung up.
Oh, fuck!
[TJ] This is crazy!
[Tommy] Why can't we
reach there?
-[Blake] Just what the hell?
-[TJ] Are you sure
he's on the 5?
[Tommy] We're gonna find him.
Yes, he's on the 5.
The 5's an East side freeway,
the 405's the West side freeway.
[Blake] Yeah, but come on,
man, the 110 goes to the 405!
I need a decision!
Yeah, but he's 20 minutes
ahead of us.
We're coming for you, Jimmy.
We're coming for you, Jimmy.
We're coming for you.
[Blake] We're not gonna
fuckin' find him on
the freeway, man.
This is crazy.
[Tommy] Shut the fuck up
and look for
a fucking highway, man.
We'll find him,
I can feel it!
Slow down! You're gonna get
pulled over. I've got warrants!
Not mine, man. I got cases,
I'm lookin' at three years
if we get stopped.
[Tommy] Call him. Call him.
See if you can get him
to slow down.
-He's not here.
-No, he might, man,
he'll slow down.
If you get him on the phone,
he won't be able to drive--
[both talking over each other]
[TJ] Just hold on.
Hold on, okay?
-I'll call him.
-[Tommy] Call him.
[TJ] It's not calling...
[Tommy] We're gonna
find him, man.
I can feel it.
I can feel it.
[Tommy] What's that noise?
[TJ] It's the fucking engine.
[Tommy] It sounds awful!
[Blake] That's how
it always sounds.
[TJ] It's going
to fuckin' die.
[Tommy] Will you stop?
Just look for Jimmy.
[TJ] Listen to that.
[Tommy] The engine is fine!
[TJ] It's not fine, Tommy.
It's fucked.
[Tommy] It's fine!
[engine sputters]
[Tommy] Oh, fuck!
[Latin American song playing]
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♪
[dog barking]
This is it?
Look, I'm gonna tell you
straight up, man.
There's some serious
compression issues
with this car.
The camshaft is flat
and the timing chain
is all fucked up.
I'd sell it for scrap,
but I need the bread
to publish my novel.
Hey, that means
the car is fucked.
Man, I just told this man
the car was fucked up.
You want the car or not, man?
I got shit I got to do.
You got to give me
a minute, okay?
I just got here and
you tell me the cars you got
sold for scrap?
Does this car run?
Yeah, it runs.
Can we drive it?
Yeah, you can
drive the car, man.
What do you think,
I am some kind of conman
or something?
If the timing chain's fucked,
there's no point in
driving the goddamn car.
What you know
about cars, man?
My stepfather was
a drag racer.
So what?
So I've been around cars
my whole fucking life.
Blake, he's not forcing me
to buy the car.
Hey, man, we took the bus
to get down here,
you show us a car with
a fucked up timing chain?
Why the fuck you calling me
an idiot, man?
I'm calling you an idiot.
Man, I will cut you from
your asshole to your appetite--
All right, easy.
Fellas, easy. Easy!
Blake, what the fuck
are you doing, man?
Don't take him seriously, bro.
I'm not an idiot.
Man, my brother, Junior,
he helped design
the goddamn system
on the Phoenix missile
and the stealth bomber.
I'm not an idiot.
Man, don't take him seriously.
No, I don't play
that shit, man. Fuck that.
-I don't play that shit.
-I'm gonna go smoke.
Tommy, how about you just
check out the car?
Let's get outta here.
[sighs] Sorry about him.
Mm-hmm.
What's your novel about?
It's about
a 9,000-year old spirit
who takes over
this gangster's body
in a desperate attempt
to stop an ancient curse
from destroying the world.
Wow, that sounds amazing.
Mm-hmm.
What's it called?
Monkey Power.
[engine stalling]
Fuck, man, this is a shit box!
Stupid asshole!
I can't believe
you fuckin' did that!
Yo, man, it's not
just the alternator,
it's the fucking timing chain,
like told you.
This is a useless
fucking purchase.
Driving around like a lunatic
on the freeway
in this fucking death-trap?
Dude, it's a fucking
Volvo, okay?
It's the safest car
in the world.
You don't even have
any tools, dude.
What kind of man
doesn't have tools?
All right, look, let's just
figure out somebody
who's got AAA, okay?
We gotta know somebody
who's got AAA.
That was the dumbest
drug-addict decision I've ever
seen in my fucking life!
You fucking cooked a shot up
in a bus once and
spilled the whole thing!
We weren't well!
And I wasn't all of our dope!
Who do we know
who's got AAA, man?
-[exasperatedly] AAA.
-What ab-- Hey,
What about that dude
from Peter's Painting?
The man who wears
the turtlenecks.
Richard Fleck?
He doesn't even have
a fucking car!
Tommy, you are a useless,
retarded, jackass piece of shit.
We should give him
a beat down on
general principles.
It was a calculated risk!
This fucking car is
never gonna start again
because of you!
[Tommy] Okay, man,
I'm sorry. Okay?
I'm fucking sorry.
[TJ] What are we gonna do?
[Tommy] Who's got AAA, man?
[TJ] We're in the bowels
of Gardena!
It'll cost $500 to get
the fucking car towed,
you fat fuck!
TJ, don't call me fat, okay?
Seriously, man.
-Don't fucking--
-We're in a fucking dilemma!
-Don't call me fat!
-You are!
[Tommy] Fuck you, man.
[engine starts]
Yes!
Fuck! It fucking started!
Fuck, yes!
It started,
you fucking genius!
-It started!
-[Blake] Hey, listen!
Just take me back to LA
so I can get
my grandfather's watch.
-[TJ] There's a watch!
-[Tommy] There's a watch?
[TJ] There's a watch!
Hey, get in the car,
you fucking bandits!
Get in the car!
[indistinct excited yelling]
[uptempo music playing]
[TJ sighs weakly]
Pushing that car
made me sick.
[Tommy] You didn't even push.
[TJ] Watching you guys
push that car made me sick.
What is taking him so long?
[Tommy] There's no watch.
[TJ] Don't say that.
There's got to be a watch.
[soft music playing]
-[woman] Blake!
-Ma, Ma, I'm not fucking
around. Where is it?
We are not doing this
right now.
Ma, it's my fuckin' watch.
He gave it to me!
You are gonna hate yourself.
You want me to
ransack this place, huh?
Is that what you want?
Do we have a pill person
who can maybe
front us something?
Honest john, man. But he's not
the world's biggest fronter.
Could give him a pink slip
to this car.
This car doesn't have
a pink slip.
Do you remember what
we had to go through to get
it back that the last time?
You were crying
your eyes out.
You were begging me
to get a safe deposit box.
Do you remember
any of that?
That was the meth,
Ma, not me.
Oh, and now
you want more meth?
No, I don't want meth!
God damn it, Ma!
You better give me
my fuckin' watch!
-Hey, does Luke Pinto sell
off those fentanyl patches?
-No.
-He's dead.
-Fuck!
And it's Lupe Pinto.
Did you get it?
Go to the methadone clinic
on Washington.
Igor just texted.
Who's Igor?
He's this Russian kid.
He has no friends,
so he'll score for us and
get us high so he doesn't
have to be alone.
You didn't get the watch?
Igor's better than the watch.
[dramatic Latin American
music playing]
[Igor]
Are we happening yet?
Serious, man.
How good do
you feel right now!
We're going to get the money,
we're going to score drugs.
This is the best feeling
in the world, man!
Blake, turn on the radio, man.
Uh, you know what, hey, man,
not right now.
Just a little too sick,
you know what I mean?
[Igor] Dude, you gotta get
on the program!
The methadone program
for insurance, you know,
so you don't get sick,
you know.
[TJ] That's good advice.
Hey, Igor, your sister's salon
is in Glendale, right?
Yeah, she's in
with the Armenians.
But she's a good girl.
She'll cut your hair for free
if I ask.
Igor, got a little
gas situation
on my hands, bro.
I need to, uh, get
a few bucks in the tank if
I'm gonna make it to Glendale.
[Igor] It's a nice car, man.
Bro, what do you wanna do
about gas?
Dude, I'll get you after
I've seen my sister.
-[Tommy] Igor--
-Dude, just let him
see his sister. It's okay.
[Armenian folk music playing]
♪
$200? Do you know how much
$200 is for me?
Do you know
how much it takes?
[both speaking in Russian]
I swear to God,
I'm twice as sick as
I was five minutes ago.
I always feel shitty
in Glendale.
Oh, fuck, we got problems.
[arguing in Russian]
Why are you trying
to kill my brother?
-Can't you see he's sick?
-[TJ] What's wrong with him?
Do you have a sister?
Is this what you do to her?
[arguing in Russian]
What is the license plate
number of this car?
I want to write it down.
Give me a pen.
Ludmila, these are
good friends of mine.
His aunt was getting radiation
when he was with you last week.
That wasn't us.
We just met this guy.
I just gave him my last $200.
Now give me a fucking pen.
Igor, get in the car.
[arguing in Russian]
[Tommy] Igor,
get in the fucking car!
[yelling in Russian]
He has epilepsy.
Do you understand?
Here, take his medication.
And when he has a seizure,
don't let him bite his tongue.
Jesus!
[Igor] Blake, I was thinking
about you yesterday, man.
Yeah, you remember
the last time we were down
in fucking downtown,
I almost had to suck
on this guy's dick
just to get our drugs?
Man, that was... you know.
That was crazy, like, I would
never suck on a guy's dick.
-[Tommy] TJ.
-[TJ] What?
[Tommy] Check his money, man.
[TJ] Can I see your money?
[Igor] Fuck,
don't touch my money.
[TJ] Can you just
pull it out?
-Okay, that's...
-That's $200, man.
-...about $200,
maybe a little over $200.
-[Tommy] Good.
[Igor coughing] You're
smoking inside the car.
[TJ] Should we call someone,
or are we just going
straight downtown?
Fuck downtown, man.
Let's go to the Pep Boys
in Washington.
[Tommy] By Hoover?
That spot's dead.
Yeah, for car batteries.
There hasn't been dope
down there for years.
I copped there yesterday, man.
And the coke is killing, too.
-Really? They have coke?
-No coke.
Let's just go downtown.
We can get coke
down there, too.
You know what, man?
He's right. It'll be easier,
plus we're getting kind of sick.
[Igor] Pep Boys is easy, man.
Igor, look, please, man,
we really need to get well.
Fuck getting well.
I'm getting high, man!
I'm getting high.
[instrumental music playing]
[Igor] Stop the car. Stop.
Igor, those are
the battery guys, bro.
[Igor] Yo! Yo, yo, man.
Come here.
You got cheeba?
No cheeba. Only sell
the batteries, mechanic...
We're not fucking cops, man.
-Come on.
-[TJ] He doesn't
have anything, man.
-[Igor] He has it. Come on.
-[Tommy] Igor, he doesn't
have anything, man.
Go, go. Just go.
-Fuck.
-[Tommy] Igor.
I told you, man. There's
no dope down here, man.
Will you stop?
Come on, they have it, man.
They just think
we're undercover.
Yo! Cheeba!
--Cheeba, man!
-[TJ] Jesus, dude!
[all arguing over each other]
[Igor] Cheeba!
Cheeba, cheeba, man.
Fuck.
We're getting
fucking sick, man.
-[Igor] Cheeba?
-Okay, Igor. Igor.
-[yells] Cheeba!
-That's not how
you do this, man.
That's not how you do this.
That's not how you do this.
[Igor yells] Cheeba!
[Tommy] Igor! Get the fuck
back and stop yelling
"Cheeba" out there.
[Igor yelling] Cheeba!
[all arguing over each other]
[Tommy] Igor,
come on, man. Dude.
-[Igor] Come on, let's go.
-[Tommy] Dude. Dude.
That's not cool, man.
-[TJ] Get in the fucking car.
-[Tommy] It's not cool
to do that.
Jesus Christ!
[all arguing over each other]
[Blake] He has the money.
[Igor yelling] Cheeba!
-Cheeba!
-[TJ] Is this what Igor does?
Man, Igor, you get us
fucking busted, I will fucking
be really unhappy with you.
[Igor] That's him! That's him!
Yeah! High five! High five!
-[Tommy] Just calm down.
-[TJ] Jesus!
Get out.
[Tommy] Igor,
you fuckin' asshole.
You got me in a fuckin' alley.
[Igor] Oh, uh,
I thought it was here, man.
[Tommy] Jesus Christ.
[Blake] Igor, please.
We're starting
to get really sick.
Can we just go downtown?
I'll get us everything we need.
I prom-- Look at me.
I'll get us
everything we need,
I promise you.
That's him.
-Who?
-That's him. That's Kiskarus.
Who's Kiskarus?
He's just went into
the liquor store.
Go, man! Go!
Wait, man. It's
the fuckin' stop sign, man.
Come on!
[Tommy] Jesus Christ.
[Igor] Fucking stop sign.
Just go!
We're going to lose him, man.
[Tommy] How do you know
this fuckin' psychopath?
We met while I was
kickin' in county.
He gave me his applesauce.
Apparently his brother's
this big Russian mobster
who can kill anyone
you want for ten grand.
[man shouting] Cheeba what?
Cheeba what? Huh!
No one sells drugs
out of this store.
You got it?
No one! You gimpy little fuck!
Come back here, I'll bash
your fuckin' head in! Huh?
You piece of shit!
Igor, man.
What the fuck happened?
That wasn't Kiskarus.
I need a Diet Coke.
Not here. Not here, man.
You pussy motherfucker!
-You pussy motherfucker!
-[Tommy] Blake, get in the car!
You're a piece of shit!
-Igor! Igor! Shh! Shh!
-You know my brother?
[all shout over each other]
[Blake] Get in the car.
Shut the fuck up.
I'll kill you!
[slurping from straw]
Mm.
This Diet Coke is so good.
Dude, we should call Moshe,
we have $200.
He's not gonna see us.
[Igor] Moshe?
I know Moshe.
He'll see me.
You know Moshe?
I do. I know him.
You really know Moshe?
Are you sure
it's the same Moshe?
Who the fuck is Moshe?
[Igor] He's a dealer.
-Let him call him.
-Fine. Go ahead. Call him.
Okay. What's his number?
You don't have his number?
I had it. I lost my phone.
Just give it to me.
I've been wanting to
get in touch with him
for months.
What does he look like, bro?
He looks like Moshe.
You don't fucking
know him, man.
I do!
He's a great fucking guy!
He's the biggest asshole
in the world.
The fuck are you guys
doing here?
What do you think
we're doing here, man?
How many fucking times
have I told you to call me
before you come here?
[Tommy] Bro, I called you,
man, we talked--
[Moshe] You called me
from the fucking driveway.
That's bullshit.
That's fucking bullshit.
-Do you understand me?
-[Tommy] Bro, bro, I'm sorry.
-Do you understand me?
-Bro, I'm sorry.
We were in the neighborhood.
-Shh!
-[softly] We were
in the neighborhood.
Can we come up?
-No.
-Why not?
Because I don't fucking
want you up here.
I have 200 bucks.
You give me
a half gram for $80,
-you can take $120 off--
-Stop.
-Let me come up.
Just let me come up.
-No. No.
-Just let me come up. Why?
-No. No.
Fucking go across the street
and call me,
and I will
talk to you then.
Come on,
don't do that to us.
-Call me from across the street.
-It's me, bro. It's me.
[TJ] Let's go. Let's go.
[line ringing]
All right, listen. Listen,
this is what I want you to do.
I want you never to
call me again,
I want you never to
come here again.
Do you understand?
Because I'm fucking
through with you!
No more! Do you
understand me?
You have to call him.
He doesn't want to
hear from us.
Dude, we have $200.
Please, just try.
Moshe, it's me.
Listen bro, I have money--
-He hung up.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-Fuck.
Tell him we have $600.
Call him.
[line ringing]
Moshe, I have
all of your money.
He's just hanging up
the fucking phone, man.
Call him again.
Why is he doing this?
This asshole. We have dough!
Do you want me
to call him, man?
Igor. We gotta go downtown.
That's where the dope is.
But the coke's at Pep Boys.
Listen to me, bro, okay?
I've been copping down here
a long fucking time.
I'm telling you,
the Pep Boys spot is dead.
I copped there yesterday, man.
Then it was a miracle.
Bro, we don't have methadone
in us, man.
We're fucking dope-sick, man.
Igor, please? I'm so sick.
Please, let's go downtown.
I can get coke down there
for you, too.
I promise.
Please.
Fine. Let's go downtown
after I finish this.
-[TJ] Thank you.
-[Tommy] Thank you.
[TJ] Thank you.
[slurping loudly]
-[car horn honking]
-[man] Igor!
Yuri!
Yuri!
Hey, man, what's up?
My bank card says "1.78"
with a minus sign
in front of it.
What about Julie's card?
She closed her account
months ago, dude.
Fuck her.
Oh, boys, I am not well.
[sighs]
Who do we know who can
come through for us?
-Money or drugs?
-Either.
No one.
The prop guy.
Dude, the prop guy with
the mustache and no teeth.
He FedEx'd you dope
to El Paso.
Adam. He moved to Thailand.
[Tommy] Come on, man.
Nobody really
moves to Thailand.
Adam really did.
Who's "Steve:
Kid with no shoes"?
"Steve: Kid with no shoes."
I have no fucking idea.
See, man, god damn it.
that we just need to get
our hands on some fucking
weapons to make shit happen.
[Tommy] The rehab kid.
The rehab kid
with that skateboard--
Miles. He stayed clean.
-That kid?
-Yeah, he stayed clean.
He sponsors.
Hey, hey! I'm being
fucking serious, man.
Sometimes you just gotta
grab a gun and
force the fucking issue.
Bro, shut up with
the fucking guns, okay?
We don't do guns.
We don't. Who's
"Barney Red Liquor Store"?
[Blake] Fuck's sake.
From the coffee shop?
Barney?
My sister would wire us money
if she could get out of bed.
Can't call her husband.
This one just says,
"Japanese Guy."
Should I call him?
I wish my grandparents
were still alive.
I'm gonna call
the Japanese guy.
Hello?
Hello?
Hey. Hey, are you Japanese?
Hello?
[instrumental music playing]
[Tommy] I was
adding it up yesterday,
and I have spent 950 days
waiting for dealers.
Almost 1,000 days of my life,
waiting for dope.
I cop anywhere from
two to four times a day,
so I'd say on the average,
I spend three hours a day
waiting,
if you include the drive.
Three hours a day
is 21 hours a week.
So let's round that off
and say I spend
one day a week waiting.
52 weeks in a year.
So let's round that
down to 50.
I've been doing it every day
since I'm 22,
and I'm 42.
That's 20 years.
I'd lose a year
for the odd rehab stint,
failed 21-day methadone detox,
so, let's say, 19 years.
That's 50 days a year
for 19 years.
950 days.
Almost three years
of my life
waiting to get well.
♪
[music winds down]
Cold.
Where the fuck are we?
[snorts]
Adam's in Van Buren.
[snorts]
[spits]
Fucking no money, man.
No gas.
That's where we are.
Adam's in Van Buren?
We have no money
and no fucking gas.
It could be worse.
We could be on
Avalon and Gage.
Dude, you spent two of
our last dollars on
a king-sized Hershey bar?
You didn't, did you?
No, of course not.
I stole it.
You shoplifted?
Why?
'Cause I wanted
a fucking candy bar.
Don't shoplift
down here, man.
The Koreans will shoot you.
[scoffs] Over a candy bar?
Don't you remember the girl
with the orange shoes?
They shot and killed her.
You're a massive
fuckin' pussy, man.
I swear to God.
Maybe I'm a pussy,
but I'm not gonna
bail you out
if you get busted
for shoplifting.
You're not gonna
bail me out anyway.
The two of you
don't have a dollar
between the both of you.
It's fucking pathetic.
Besides, if I needed
to get bailed out, you'd be
the last person I'd call.
Well, who would you call?
Call them now.
We're in trouble.
I would call my mom.
Yeah, she was real helpful
with the watch.
She bailed me out
three different times
last year.
One of them was for
an armed robbery beef.
She put up the house
to get me out.
Oh, she must be
so proud of you,
you fucking criminal.
Fuck you.
No.
A piece of candy.
No.
[laughs]
You're not gonna
share your candy bar?
Listen, man, if you want
a candy bar,
go fucking steal it yourself,
like I just did.
Just give him a piece
of chocolate. He's sick.
[Blake sighs]
There.
-You want some, too?
-No, I'm too sick.
[Tommy] My fingers have that
kicking rehab-smell.
Ugh.
Hey, why don't you
call Lonestar?
Lonestar?
Are you fucking crazy, man?
I haven't talked to
the guy in ten years.
So call him up and say,
"I'm sorry I haven't
talked to you in ten years,
but I'm in trouble.
I need your help."
I can't do that, man.
Why don't you call
that guy in Boston?
You know, the guy who thinks
he can beat LeBron James
one-on-one.
He doesn't think he can
beat him one-on-one.
He thinks he can score
one point off him.
Call Lonestar.
Call LeBron James.
Take some of this, man.
It'll help you.
It'll fucking help you.
It won't help me.
[Latin American song playing]
♪
Can't you back up your
relationship with your dad?
[TJ] My dad is dead.
[Blake] I haven't seen mine
since I was like, three, but
lately he's been sending me
fucking emails saying that
he wants us to have
a relationship or some shit.
Said he just got
fucking sober or something.
He's been sending me pictures
of him and my half-sister.
I didn't even know
I had a half-sister.
He says he wants me to
come down to fucking Florida
to visit them and
he'd pay for the ticket.
But I don't know,
man, you know? Like...
Dude fucking abandoned
me, like, literally
walked out of my life
when he felt like it, and now
he wants to walk back in
when he fucking feels like it?
Bullshit.
I mean, I get... you know,
it'd be nice to meet
my sister and all.
He's probably doing
another clean-up
and when he gets sober
he could help me out.
I should probably give him
a second chance. I mean,
he is my fucking dad, but,
I don't know.
[inaudible dialog]
You know, I just
fucking love the guy.
[TJ] Hey, is today Wednesday?
[Tommy] It's Thursday.
[Blake] Fuck, why don't we just
rip this Moshe dude off?
[Tommy] Should I call Corr?
She'll at least have benzos.
Julie might be out.
Are you positive
it's Thursday?
[Blake ] Listen, God damn it,
I'm being serious. We should
just take this dude down.
[Tommy] Benzos or no benzos?
[Blake] Fuck benzos, man.
I'm fucking sick.
Where does this
Moshe asshole live?
We're not robbing Moshe.
Will you stop
saying that? It's crazy.
Crazy? Begging girls
for benzos is crazy.
[Tommy] Call Lonestar.
[cell phone beeps]
[line ringing]
[Tommy] Tamara?
Hey. It's Tommy.
No, Tommy Swerdlow.
Is Bill around?
[stops engine]
[speaking indistinctly]
You need to get with me
on this robbery thing.
What robbery thing?
Moshe. Man, we need this.
I mean, we... we finally
have the opportunity
to get our hands
on a package.
We'll go to India
and wean off.
We're not gonna wean off.
-I am.
-No, you're not.
You know how many
junkies have told me
they're gonna wean off?
-A thousand.
-[sighs]
A thousand fucking
junkies, they're gonna go
to the mountains,
they're gonna go to the desert,
they're gonna go to Guatemala
and wean off.
Not one of them
has ever done it. Not one.
A thousand junkies?
Okay, not a thousand,
but 50.
A real 50.
[man] Oh, God, yeah.
-How'd you find me? Yeah.
-I called Tamara.
-You had her number?
-She said you were
going independent.
-What are you doing?
-This? Yeah.
It's, uh, independent movie...
a friend of mine. You know,
everybody's working
for nothing. So, it's... yeah,
budget story kind of thing.
But, bro, it's good
to see you, man.
-Yeah. Yeah.
-You know, it really is.
You know, listen,
I'm sorry to
show up like this.
I really am.
I'm really sorry, man.
But, like, you know I make it
a point to keep everybody
out of my bullshit.
-But, bro, I need
a 100 bucks, man.
-Yeah.
You know. I'm like, I--
I just got nowhere else
to turn.
God damn it. I...
I, uh, I can't give you
any money.
Why not?
I'm sorry. I just...
[stammers] It's not what you
wanna hear but, uh,
it's not gonna help you.
I'm sorry, I can't
give you any money.
-You can't give me $100?
-I can't give you 100 bucks.
No.
-You can't give me $100?
-It's not the answer you want,
but I can't give you
the, uh, $100.
Come on, I gave you
my car, bro.
I've known you
for 30 years, man.
I gave you my Dodge Dart.
[sighs] I know, but,
oh, man. I mean...
Fuck. I mean,
that's 25 years ago,
that Dodge Dart, and, uh,
that was no gift,
really, Tommy.
Remember? It had $2,000
worth of fines on it?
Remember, you said,
"Never try to register this car.
It's got $2,000 fines."
And I gave it to Fredo,
and the wheel fell off.
I mean, that...
I mean... I love you,
but I can't...
-$40.
-...give you money
for this shit. I mean,
this is bull-- No. No $40.
You can't give me $40?
What the fuck is wrong
with you, man?
I'm fucking strung out,
okay? I'm s...
[softly] I'm fucking
strung out, okay?
-That's my fucking thing.
Okay?
-Tommy.
-I need $100.
-Tommy.
No, Tommy.
It's the hard no.
Remember?
Jam Center?
You were part of that
whole theater thing,
too, right?
I mean, we were
nice people. But every
once a while,
it's the "no."
It's the "hard no."
Bill, please, man. Please.
[exhales]
Sorry, man. Uh...
God.
I gotta get back.
You can't get off a drug
you're addicted to by using
the same drug
you're addicted to.
You can if you use
less and less.
[door opens]
What happened?
He gave the "hard no."
[sighs]
[sighs]
Lets's just look
for that 40 again.
-It's not here.
-It has to be here.
There's a 40 in this car?
You guys lost a fucking
40 in this car?
No, it's not here. We searched
every inch of the car 20 times.
Couldn't find it.
Dude, that's because
it's under the seats
in the metal track
that makes the seat go back
and forth. That's where
you fucking lose it.
It's not here.
Jesus.
Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It's not here.
Where the tra--
Like, its should be--
it's gonna be in these?
[Blake] It's not gonna
fucking get in there.
[Tommy] All right, take up
the other seat, man,
take it out.
All right.
[Tommy] Hey, when you
take this one out,
don't, like, lift it out
like a maniac,
'cause what if it's
in, like, in the...
I mean, now it might be
over here.
[metal creaking]
It's definitely in there, man.
[TJ] It's not in there.
How could it not be in there?
[metal creaking]
Anything?
-I don't see anything.
-How about there,
where the wire is?
You see it?
[Blake] Better take the whole
fucking thing apart, man.
Everything.
[Tommy] Look, just look back
there. Can you get under?
Can you see under?
[Blake] Just push down
on that thing.
[Tommy] Easy, man, why
are you so fucking violent?
-[Blake] You got it? You got it?
-[Tommy] Yeah.
[Blake] Tell me you see it.
Nothing here.
What is this, man?
[talking indistinctly]
[Tommy] See, it's...
no way it's here.
[Blake] No.
It's gotta be in here, man.
[TJ] Stop. It's not there.
[metal clanking]
I found it two weeks ago
and I did it.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry.
You get to put
the fucking car
back together.
I'm sorry.
Tommy.
[engine running]
[slow guitar music playing]
[TJ] Things TJ likes.
Cigarettes,
needles,
ice cream,
sleeping,
sad songs.
Things I don't like.
Waking up,
getting sick,
opening the mail,
my birthday,
my friends,
when my mom calls me,
and happy songs.
[Blake sighs]
[Blake] I'll tell you
what, man,
this nickel and dime shit
really makes me wanna
shoot somebody.
I'm ready to make a move
on this Moshe fucker.
Worst comes to worst,
Corra always has Contins.
Dude, we don't have
the gas for that.
She lives in the valley.
I have $9 on a 76 card.
You took my money for gas
when you have money
on the gas card?
You took five of my
last eight dollars for gas
when you have money
on a fucking gas card?
I have $9 for an emergency.
Why do you do shit
like that, man?
Because we need gas.
[Blake] You're a real
fucking selfish asshole,
you know that?
Even Jimmy thinks
you're an asshole.
[Tommy]
Jimmy fucking loves me.
Good. Now, you start
straightening that.
There you go. Okay.
[mystical Indian music playing]
-TJ?
-[door closes]
TJ?
Hey, you're teaching?
Uh, yeah. It's Thursday.
Oh, that's right.
Okay, pretend I'm not
here. Bye, Debra.
Bye, TJ.
Is he okay?
He's, uh, he's just tired.
Uh, let's go back to
triangle pose.
I mean, tree pose.
I'm sorry, Debra, I...
I can't really
think right now.
Can I just
have a moment?
Right. Thank you.
Hey, we're driving to, uh,
Anaheim to see The Angels.
Taking some CDs for the ride.
They're empty.
What's empty?
The cases.
I emptied them and hid them
before you stole them all.
[sighs]
You didn't even call
to let me know you're alive.
I'm so sorry.
-You didn't even call.
-I'm sorry.
I want you to move out.
No, you don't.
I want you to move out. Today.
Debra's here. [whispers]
Let's talk about it later.
-I want you out.
-Why?
You know why.
No, I don't.
-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't.
Yes, you do.
No, I don't.
-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't.
Because
you don't love me.
[stammers]
And you don't fuck me,
and you steal
everything I have.
I know, but I wanna love you.
I wanna fuck you,
and I wish I didn't steal
everything you have.
[sighs] Come on.
We'll work it out.
But I have to go right now.
Bye, Debra.
[dial tone ringing]
She's not answering.
Doesn't matter,
we can go anyway.
She's never out for
more than an hour.
Dude, you're not
thinking clearly.
We're gonna go all the way
to the valley for some cottons
just to be sick again
in an hour.
-Let me call my boy.
-What boy?
The fucking thing I've been
talking about, man? Christian.
This is what we do.
We fucking rob drug dealers.
You're just
fucking delusional.
You know what,
we should've done this
hours ago.
Where's this Moshe
asshole live?
-Put your phone away.
-Tommy,
it's gonna be cake, man.
We're gonna-- He's gonna
grab his piece,
we'll go in,
then we'll duct-tape
the motherfucker to a chair.
Where does he live?
You're not duct-taping
a human being I've known
for ten years, to a chair.
[door opens]
[sighs] Sorry, guys,
yoga lesson.
Where does he live?
I'm being fucking serious, man.
Where does he live?
What is going on?
He's acting like
a fucking psychopath.
There's no other options!
We're not robbing Moshe.
All right, fine. You know what,
take me to a 76 station, then.
-For what?
-'Cause I wanna see
how much fucking money
is on that card.
you're a lying piece of shit.
I wanna see you stick
the card into a machine.
Hey, asshole, it's
my fucking card. Okay?
It's my fucking card,
it's my fucking car,
[yells] it's my
fucking everything!
What's happening?
You are such a fucking
useless piece shit, man.
You can't go upstairs
and fucking steal a CD
from your fucking
pathetic girlfriend?
You are useless!
Seriously, dude, how much
is on the gas card?
-Fuck the gas card.
-[starts engine]
[Tommy] Hey.
Candy. Over here.
[inaudible]
[door opens]
Hey. Come here.
[sniffles] Just come here.
[inaudible]
I can't come there,
you gotta come here.
-Come here.
-You know I can't
come there. Come here.
[sighs]
Does Mom know I texted you?
Mm.
Where is she?
Upstairs.
Look, I need you
to do me a favor.
I need you to go upstairs
and get me a hundred bucks
out of the money jar.
You still have the money
Uncle Steven gave you
for your birthday?
-Yeah.
-I need it.
For what?
-For books.
-What kind of books?
Books on love for one, okay?
I'm writing something about it.
I need it for research.
Can I order them
for you on Amazon?
I need to go to
Barnes & Noble right now.
I need you to get me
$100, sweetie, please.
I don't know.
I don't think so.
I can't give you
money for drugs.
Why do you think
it's for drugs?
It's not for drugs.
And first of all, you're not
giving me money, okay?
You're lending me money.
I'm getting a--
Stop dancing!
Savanna, I can't right now,
with this. Please, just come--
No. Just come here
and talk to me.
What?
Why are you acting like this?
You're such a little brat.
What makes you think
that I am going to
want to give you money
after the way you
talked to me right now?
Hey, what makes you think you
can talk to me like this when
I'm your fucking father?
If I tell you to go upstairs
and get me a hundred bucks
'cause I need it,
you go upstairs, you get me
a hundred bucks
'cause I need it.
You don't start fucking
telling me shit and thinking
you know stuff.
You're a kid, okay?
You don't know shit!
You understand?
You don't know shit!
What the fuck
are you doing?
Stay away from her.
You have to leave,
you have 30 seconds to leave.
-I need--
-The police in 30 seconds.
-I need a--
-Thirty seconds.
Why are you like this?
Karen, why are you like...
-Please.
-Why?
Why are you like this to me?
-I need--
-Tommy, leave.
-I need--
-Leave.
-Just--
-Get away from us.
-Listen, I need a hundred--
-No.
No.
Oh, fuck.
[door closes]
I need a hundred bucks!
[instrumental music playing]
You can really rob Moshe?
Yeah. What the fuck, man?
What do you think
I've been telling you?
All right. Let's fucking
do it, then.
Jesus, it's about
fucking time. Thank you.
[starts engine]
♪
♪
[TJ] I can feel
the clothes on my skin.
[inhales deeply] All right,
man, he's coming.
He just went home
to change and get his piece.
He's not gonna want
half the dope, is he?
Was there any cash up there?
I don't know.
Do not give him half the dope.
[scoffs] He's not gonna
do it for nothing.
How do you know
this guy, bro?
Is this one of your
biker friends?
No. No. He's a solid dude.
We came up together.
I've been in battle
with him, man.
I mean, shit, you know him.
He sold you those
green Valiums
that one time.
Green Valiums?
At the tattoo parlor?
The guy getting
the tattoo of Pau Gasol
on the bottom of his foot?
He's fucking insane.
[scoffs] We need insane.
We're gonna go
jam a motherfucker
in his own home.
Can I not be here
for this?
[groaning]
[TJ] Awesome. [groans]
I don't if I'm gonna
p-puke or shit.
Oh, God, man.
I'm so fucking
flipping the fucking out.
I'm fine, man.
It's all in your
fucking head.
Oh, God. Yeah,
it's in my head, man.
It's in my fucking head.
I think it's a shit.
[snorts]
Call this fucking dude,
man. Call him.
He's fucking coming, man.
Guys.
Guys, take me somewhere.
You don't want me shitting
in the car. Take me somewhere.
[Tommy] Oh, God.
-Seriously.
-[Tommy] Oh, God.
Guys, it's definitely a shit.
Take me somewhere.
Hold it.
Fuck.
[Tommy] These guys are closed?
[Blake] Yeah.
Yo, you're here for rigs?
Yeah.
Take me to Simi Valley
right now, I'll get you
$200 and a gram.
-You want me to take you
to Simi Valley?
-Yes.
Why?
For $200 and a gram.
Hey, man, can I sit there?
Who are you?
I get nauseous
in the back seat,
I don't wanna fucking puke
in the dude's car.
-What is going on?
-He says he'll give us
$200 in a gram
if we take him to Simi Valley.
Really?
He says.
Okay.
Thanks, man, I appreciate it.
-No problem.
-I'm Blake.
I'm TJ.
[Tommy snorting]
[groans]
[coughs]
So this is how it works.
Christian knocks on the door
and flashes his badge
like he's an undercover.
The asshole, thinking that
he's busted, opens the door.
I come out of nowhere,
bull-rush his ass back
inside, stick the fucking
gun to his head.
That's horrible.
[Tommy] He looks like a cop?
[Blake] It doesn't even
matter, dude.
Every dealer's secretly
waiting to be busted,
so, all you have to do
is flash your badge
and they open the door.
[TJ groans]
Hey, where does this
Moshe guy keep his gun?
This is a bad idea.
Where does he keep
his gun, man?
I don't think he has a gun.
I'm serious, man.
It's a bad fucking idea.
[Blake] Does the dude
have a gun or not?
I don't wanna do this.
-You're not doing it.
-I'm part of it.
Shut up and just let me
handle this shit, all right?
TJ.
This isn't the time
to get wishy-washy.
I'm not wishy-washy.
You're totally fucking
wishy-washy.
You made the call.
Yes, and now
I'm changing my mind.
No, you can't do that.
This shit's on.
-I don't rob people, okay?
-I do!
Yeah, well, I don't!
I'm a writer.
So what? That means I have
to go up and fucking
pull guns on people?
I don't do that shit.
Yeah, but you're not doing it.
Oh, so you're okay
sending someone we know
to go up and rob somebody
at gun point?
Tommy, he's a fucking
drug dealer and
drug dealers get robbed.
Yeah, by people like you.
Listen, man,
there's a big sack
of what we need
in that fucking building,
and we're gonna go get it.
[mumbles]
Hey.
How sick are you right now?
Me, too.
[Blake] He's coming.
[tap running]
How are you doing, man?
How much suboxone
they got you on?
Not enough.
Man, you were really
screaming last night.
Sorry.
I'm feeling a lot of
fucking pain.
Don't apologize. I banged
on the nurse's station.
I was like, "Do you hear him?
Go help him."
Thanks, man.
Your official name
is "Loud Guy."
Is it?
People fucking hate me
in these places, man,
'cause I fucking moan
like a motherfucker.
[sniffles]
And Tommy is my real name.
Tommy "Loud Guy."
[TJ] Tommy "Loud Guy",
they've got you mopping?
They're not supposed
to make you work
until day ten.
This is day ten.
This is day ten
and you're still
screaming like that?
I was... God... [sobs]
Dude.
Hey.
-[Tommy continues sobbing]
-Hey.
Tommy.
-I can't fucking do this.
-It's gonna be okay.
[TJ] You can do it.
Just get through the day.
No, man. I'll fucking call
my ex and have her
fucking come and get me.
This is fucking
ridiculous, man.
Do you know how many
fucking places I've been in?
Dude, it's okay.
Hey.
You got ten days.
I can't fucking do this, man.
Dude, I can't either,
but I'm gonna try.
I'm almost at day 30.
Tuesday I'm leaving.
What are you
gonna fucking do?
I don't know. Live life.
Go to meetings,
try and love my girlfriend.
Come on.
You're gonna go to meetings?
-Yeah.
-Like get a sponsor?
I'm not gonna get a sponsor,
but I'm gonna go to meetings.
I... but I can't do that, man.
Dude, I have done it, too.
This is my third time here.
Come on, mop.
They're pricks if you don't.
You don't even have
any water in here.
Yeah, I have water in there,
I have to fucking mop.
I don't have my shoes on.
Come on, dude,
you have to mop.
You're gonna feel better.
[TJ] This place
is a fucking...
It's gonna get real hard
if you don't do your chores.
My name's TJ.
[TJ groaning] Oh, Jesus!
Guys, it's an emergency.
Take me to a gas station.
Man, he's almost here.
Where does Moshe
keep his dope?
It's either
in the flower drawer
in the kitchen counter,
or sometimes he keeps it
in the speakers, you know,
inside the speakers
in the living room.
Which?
It's one or the other.
Well, I need specifics, man.
I don't want Christian
pistol-whipping his ass
trying to get him to talk.
[TJ] Blake, go outside
and wait for him outside
and Tommy, take me
to a gas station.
Look, man, will you just
go shit in the fucking
bushes? Jesus Christ!
God damn it. Don't worry,
we're not gonna pistol-whip
him unless we have to.
-What bushes?
-No pistol-whipping.
-What bushes?
-[cell phone bleeps]
Will you shut up? Man, all you
do is cause trouble and
shoot fucking drugs!
[TJ] I'm sorry,
I'm gonna
shit my pants.
[Tommy] Yeah, well,
hold it, man. Hold it!
[Tommy] Would you fucking
just fucking go shit
in the corner if you want to.
-[TJ] I can't shit out there.
-He's not coming.
[Tommy] What?
Who's not coming?
Christian, man, Christian.
He's not coming.
He got into a fight
with his m... [sighs]
With his mother.
[sighs]
All right, man, let's just
go pump some gas,
'cause I wanna get that $9.
-You wanna go downtown with $9?
-[TJ groaning]
-I thought it was 17.
-It's 9.
Fuck it, man. Fine, my mom
goes to work at 8:00.
-We'll just grab some shit then.
-[Tommy] I'm not waiting
three fucking hours
for your mom.
No.
You can't wait three hours.
[Tommy] What do we
fucking do, man?
Blake, why don't you just
go up there alone?
Why not? Just go up there.
You can do it.
It's a two-man job.
No, you're wrong.
You can do it.
I'm telling you.
[panting]
What do I do?
Go up there.
-It's a two-man job.
-No, you're wrong.
Moshe's a fucking pussy.
[exhales]
Tommy, tell him.
Moshe's a fucking pussy.
[spits]
Do it.
Go up there.
I need a gun.
-No, you don't.
-I do.
-No, you don't.
-I do, man.
I need a fucking gun.
You don't. He's gonna be
terrified of you. Trust me.
Think about it, man.
When you get up there
and get that dope, you can do
whatever you want.
You can go to India.
You can go to Florida
and meet your dad.
Fuck, man.
He's a pussy?
-You can do it.
-Do it.
Please, do it.
[sighs]
[sighs] I can't man.
I'm so fucking sick.
-I can't. I can't.
-Do it.
You can do it.
-I'm too weak, man.
I can't do it.
-Blake.
You're the strongest person
I know.
Fuck! Corra!
[Tommy] Fuck, man.
She told me she stopped
topping from him.
Should I go out there
and ask her for
a fucking bag?
[TJ] No, Blake's doing this.
Blake, you're doing this, right?
[Blake] Dude, you don't
understand how this works.
[TJ] Come on, do it!
[Blake] Fuck, fuck, fuck!
[TJ] Do it.
[Blake sighs]
-[Tommy] Blake,
are you doing it?
-[TJ] Do it.
[Blake] All right, man.
Shut the fuck up.
I'll do it. God.
I need a gun!
-[Tommy] Here,
-[digs]
you can use this.
[Blake] Where the fuck
did you get this?
[Tommy] It came with the car.
[Tommy] Go up there with that.
Feel it, man.
It's fucking demonic.
You could fucking kill him
with that thing.
All clear.
Go.
Please, man, we'll be well
in ten minutes. Go.
Number 23?
Second floor into the hall?
Yeah.
You do realize I'm gonna
have to hit him with this.
It's okay.
He should have answered
the phone.
Fuck it.
Let's do this.
["Electricity" playing]
♪ Go into bright
Find the light ♪
♪ And know that friends
Don't mind just how you grow ♪
♪ Midnight cowboy
Stained in black ♪
♪ Reads dark roads
Without a map ♪
♪ To free-seeking electricity
♪ S eeking electricity♪
♪ Midnight cowboy
Stained in black ♪
♪ Reads dark roads
Without a map ♪
♪ To free-seeking electricity
♪ S eeking electricity♪
♪ Lighthouse beacon
Straight ahead ♪
♪ Straight ahead across
Black seas to free ♪
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ High voltage man kisses night
To bring the light ♪
♪ To those who need to hide
Their shadow deed ♪
♪ Their shadow deed
♪ High voltage man kisses night
To bring the light ♪
♪ To those who need to hide
Their shadow deed ♪
♪ Their shadow deed
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Electricity♪
[gunshots]
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Electricity♪
[Tommy] Blake! Blake!
Jimmy's wife had the baby.
He called, man.
He'll see us.
-It's a boy.
-[Tommy] Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on,
he'll see us now.
["Misty Blue" playing]
♪ Ooh
♪ Oh, it's
♪ Been such a long
Long time ♪
♪ Looks like I'd get you
Off of my mind ♪
♪ But I can't
♪ Just the thought of you
♪ Turns my whole world
Misty blue ♪
♪ Oh, honey
♪ Just the mention
Of your name ♪
♪ Turns the flicker
To a flame ♪
♪ Listen to me good, baby
♪ I think of the things
We used to do ♪
♪ And my whole world
Turns misty blue ♪
♪ Ooh, baby
♪ I should forget you
♪ Heaven knows I tried
♪ Baby
♪ When I say that
I'm glad we're through ♪
♪ Deep in my heart
I know I've lied ♪
♪ I've lied
♪ I've lied
♪ Ooh
[soft instrumental
music playing]
♪
♪
♪
♪
[Latin American song playing]
♪
[instrumental music playing]
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
[engine stalling]
[engine starts]
[Latin American song playing]
♪
♪
[music stops]
[Tommy] Why do you
always ask him how long
he's gonna be
instead of where he is?
[TJ] Well, he can lie
about where he is.
[Tommy] Yeah.
And he can lie about
how long he's gonna be.
[TJ] Well, he's coming man.
[Blake] You know,
we've been here
for an hour now.
[TJ] It hasn't been an hour.
[Tommy] Pretty close
to an hour.
[TJ] It has not been an hour.
[Tommy] It's definitely
been 45 minutes, man,
without a doubt.
[TJ] Without a fucking doubt.
You guys wanna know
how long we've been here?
We've been here 37 minutes...
and I called him
four minutes ago.
See, man, this is exactly
why we need to--
We need to make a move
and get our hands on
legitimate funds.
I mean, we do, you know.
We gotta make
a fuckin' play,
and actually, like, sit down
and fuckin' organize
and plan this shit.
Why don't you let me
get a little something
in my system
before you start with
your criminal delusions, okay?
They're not delusions, Tommy.
They're facts.
You're a fucking strange
motherfucker, man.
[scoffs]
[sighs]
Dude, your chick is
flipping out right now, man.
She's flipping
the fuck out, man.
Why don't you call her?
I know.
-Text her at least.
-I know.
Man, she's gonna have
the National Guard
searching for your ass.
It is the fucking coke, man.
No, it is, man. Turns 'em
to fucking monsters.
All right, come on.
Stop it. Nobody forced
you to shoot it.
It's sitting there in front
of me. What am I gonna do?
Not shoot it?
All right, fuck this, man.
I'm gettin' some coffee.
Don't get a coffee, man.
No, we need the money
for gas.
And besides,
that's not coffee.
It's sad brown water.
Coffee is coffee.
Coffee is absolutely
not coffee.
-Then what is it?
-If anything,
coffee is not coffee.
Then what is it?
Just let him
get a coffee. Jesus.
Go. Do what you want, man.
Oh, thanks, Dad.
You're gonna hit right away
and I'm gonna be poking
around for hours.
It's 'cause I'm so skinny.
And you're so fat.
-[scoffs]
-[TJ] Just kidding.
[Tommy] Nah. It's true.
I hate the first shot
in the morning.
Sometimes I hit, man,
it's like, boom!
Fuck, another time,
I'm just digging around
for hours, man.
I had this spot right here
on my shoulder that seemed
like it was good,
but I couldn't get a pen
when I found it to mark it.
-Yeah.
-So the next time
I was in there,
I just couldn't find it.
It was just gone.
Well, just don't shoot
in your leg.
Start looking for veins now.
You'll find one.
Where?
I thought this would
come back.
This little thing--
Look at those hands!
They look like the hands
of a corpse.
I know.
They're frightening, man.
They're still puffy.
And I haven't been
in them in years, man.
I've not been in this hand
since 2009.
-And it's still like a--
-It captures, man.
I know. It's vile, man.
[door opens]
[Blake exhales]
What happened to coffee?
I got Sour Worms instead.
Red or green?
Green, man. I only do apple.
-[phone ringing]
-It's him.
Hey, man, where are you?
We're on Normandie & Jefferson.
Okay. I thought
you said Normandie--
Okay, where do you
want us to go?
No, but we'll
pay you by 3:00.
Jimmy, I didn't say
we had money, I said
we didn't have money.
[Tommy] Just tell him
I'll guarantee it.
Jimmy, come on.
We always pay you.
Just tell him
I'll guarantee it.
Tommy says he'll guarantee it.
He says you already
owe him $300.
$260. Jimmy, I paid you
for that other $40!
Jimmy, please.
We just need one
to get our day started.
-Two!
-Okay, so sorry, Jimmy.
Thank you.
Vermont-Slauson.
[upbeat music playing]
[Blake] Yo, what is
"capricious," man?
[Tommy] Capricious?
Why do you care?
[Blake] What does
it mean, dude?
[TJ] It's like, prone to
sudden mood swings
without explanation. Why?
[Blake] Nothing. It's just
this dude called me
"capricious" the other day.
Pissed me off.
[TJ] Well, he was wrong.
You're just angry.
[Tommy] Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. I forgot
the fucking gear.
Really?
Oh, fuck!
Jesus fucking Christ, dude.
So what? We'll go
back to Hollywood, man.
We waited two hours,
we can't wait another
25 minutes?
Fuck that. How could you
forget the gear, man?
Fuck you, man. You think
I'm a fucking imbecile?
Of course I got
the fucking gear.
Ugh. God damn it.
I always fall for that.
It's not funny.
I'm not waiting, man.
I'm heading at the Arko.
No. I hate that
fuckin' bathroom.
Why? 'Cause of the finger?
I'm the one who found it.
I'm not positive
that was a finger.
That was absolutely
a finger.
It had a fuckin' wedding ring.
Could use the bathroom
at the Mexican restaurant
by the pool hall
in Normandie.
-The 24th?
-Yeah.
The cops eat there.
Popeyes on Figueroa
in Washington ain't bad.
It's got a little window,
you can smoke crack
in there.
What about the 76 and Adams
by SC?
That place is great.
They moved inside
the mini-mart.
-Bastards.
-I know.
Well, we do always have
the Mobil station at La Brea
in Washington.
They moved that
inside, too.
Yeah, but those Indian
guys are pretty cool if worst
comes to worst.
You know where's
an amazing bathroom?
Remember that coffee house
on Beverly,
when it was that other place,
and had that big,
purple, velvet armchair?
It was like shooting up
at a Turkish whorehouse.
I know. I felt like a king.
Yeah, but the best bathroom
of all time--
-[phone ringing]
-It's him.
Hey, man. You close?
What do you mean
where are we?
We're at the El Super
on Slauson.
Laundrymat? What laundrymat?
Laundromat on Exposition?
Jimmy, you never said
anything about a laundrymat.
No, I know it's not good
to meet in the same spot
every time.
Tell him we're coming
to the laundromat.
Jimmy, I realize you're
doing us a favor,
and we appreciate it.
Will you tell him
we're coming to
the fucking laundromat?
We're coming to
the fucking laundrymat.
Why not?
Well, where are you?
Okay, we'll go there.
How long?
-[Blake groans]
-No, he cannot do that.
He cannot do that.
Just tell him we're coming
to the fucking laundromat.
Will you shut the fuck up?
Jimmy, where are you right now,
right this second?
Okay, then
we'll come to Kaiser.
How long does
her ultrasound take?
What?
Jimmy, I can't hear you.
Is she having an ultrasound
or a baby?
Oh, fuck!
She's going into labor?
The parking garage
at Kaiser.
Thank you, Jimmy.
Okay, thank you.
Parking garage at Kai--
Oh, shit! I didn't ask him
what Kaiser.
It's the one on Los Sienta.
[engine starting]
[upbeat music playing]
[TJ] Hey, how did you know
which Kaiser?
[Tommy] That's the one
he had the last kid at.
[TJ] The twins?
[Tommy] No, after the twins.
The one who had to
wear the thing on her head.
[TJ] Oh, yeah.
What was that thing?
[Tommy] I don't know,
it's some kind of
straightening helmet.
-[TJ] To straighten her head?
-[Tommy] Yeah.
[TJ] You know,
I think Jimmy's a good father.
[Blake] What?
[TJ] I do, man.
I think he's a good father.
[Blake] He's a heroin dealer.
[upbeat music playing]
What if his wife does into,
like, a 12-hour labor?
So what? What do you think,
he's gonna hold her hand
the whole time like you would?
He'll make her have the baby
and carry her own bags
to the car. Call him.
If he's in the delivery room,
he's probably got his phone
turned off.
-Yeah.
-I know.
[phone ringing]
Oh, fuck!
I'm sorry. I know I should
have called you back.
Mom. Of course I'm not dead,
I've just been busy, all right?
It's a good thing.
Hey, let me ask you
a personal question.
Sure.
All right. Really think
about it, okay?
Don't just answer.
-You think you could
rob a bank?
-No.
Come on, man! I told you
to really think about it.
I don't have to
think about it.
But you steal
all the time.
From my girlfriend.
I don't burst through
the front door of a bank
with a shotgun,
yelling, "This is a hold-up."
Why was that
a personal question?
I could do it, man.
I'm telling you, I could
definitely rob a bank.
That kind of shit just
comes down to one thing,
you know?
Are you willing to
kill someone?
You don't have to do it,
but you have to be willing.
Yeah, well, I'm not willing.
Killing someone is something
everyone should do.
I'm being serious.
Everyone should know
what it feels like
to kill someone at least
once before they die.
Everyone.
What about the person
you're killing?
Well, what if you kill them
before they have the chance
to know
what it feels like
to kill someone?
I'm not back on drugs.
I've been clean for months.
No, don't do that.
Mom, it's just
gonna sit there.
Can't you just send me
the money instead?
Fine. Fine. No, fine.
Send me the subscription for
The New York Review of Books.
-[car horn honking]
-[TJ] He's here.
Mom, look, I gotta go.
My producer just showed up.
Okay, talk to you later. Bye.
[woman groaning in pain]
[TJ] Hey, man.
Jimmy.
Jimmy.
What happened?
[woman] Oh, no, no, no.
[TJ] Yes, okay, thank you.
-[Tommy] Did you get two?
-[Blake] Did he give you coke?
Gotta go to
that Swap Meet place.
[Tommy] What Swap Meet place?
[Blake] Dude,
don't fuck with us.
[TJ] I'm not fucking
with you.
[Tommy] The Swap Meet
on Avalon?
-You have it right there
in your hand.
-I don't have it.
-Swap Meet on Avalon?
-Open your hand.
God damn it.
How could you just let him
drive off like that?
They got into a fight
with the doctor,
and his wife's in there,
hysterically crying.
What fuckin' Swap Meet?
[TJ] The place with
the pinatas.
In Vernon?
He's making us go to Vernon?
[upbeat carnival music playing]
Did you check with
the churro guy?
He's usually by
the churro guy.
Yeah, I know.
This is retarded, man.
We should have put some money
together yesterday.
Hey, why is this all
happening today?
Are you sure
he said Vernon?
[TJ] "The place with
the pinatas."
[music continues playing]
[Tommy] Where the fuck is he?
-[phone ringing]
-[Blake] It's him.
Calling you?
Answer it.
Hey, man.
Wait. We're at the place
with the pinatas. That's
where you told us, right?
Dude, that's fucked up.
No, no, no, no. I mean,
I get it. I understand, man.
That's your kid.
That's your nino.
-Is he here?
-Where is he?
Don't you think that's
a little dangerous?
What if she has the baby
in the car?
Dude, what is happening?
Jimmy, Jimmy. I'm sorry.
One second. One second.
Dude, his fucking wife is
freaking out. She wants to
have the baby in Mexico,
and they're headed there
right now.
What?
Jimmy, it's me. Listen,
that is crazy, bro.
You gotta go back to Kaiser
for your wife's sake
and the baby's.
No, I'll talk to the doctor,
man. I'll straighten
the whole thing out.
Jimmy, she's going into labor.
You're not gonna
make it to Mexico.
She can go to any hospital.
My sister's a nurse.
Where are you right now?
Great. Go to Gardena, get off,
go to the emergency room,
we can meet you there.
They can't turn her away.
It's against the law.
They can't turn you away.
It's against the law.
TJ's sister is a nurse.
TJ's sister is a nurse.
Jimmy-- He wants to
talk to you.
What?
Hey, man. How are you?
No, they can't
turn her away.
My sister is a nurse,
I swear to God.
Well, how far apart
are her contractions?
Just get him off the freeway.
Jimmy, can we talk about this
somewhere calmly?
Jimmy, can the three--
Can we all-- Jimmy.
Can we all meet
and discuss this calmly?
No, Jimmy, please.
This baby needs to be
born in America
and I'm telling you this
as a friend,
not as a customer.
Jimmy?
Hello. Jimmy?
He fuckin' hung up.
Oh, fuck!
[TJ] This is crazy!
[Tommy] Why can't we
reach there?
-[Blake] Just what the hell?
-[TJ] Are you sure
he's on the 5?
[Tommy] We're gonna find him.
Yes, he's on the 5.
The 5's an East side freeway,
the 405's the West side freeway.
[Blake] Yeah, but come on,
man, the 110 goes to the 405!
I need a decision!
Yeah, but he's 20 minutes
ahead of us.
We're coming for you, Jimmy.
We're coming for you, Jimmy.
We're coming for you.
[Blake] We're not gonna
fuckin' find him on
the freeway, man.
This is crazy.
[Tommy] Shut the fuck up
and look for
a fucking highway, man.
We'll find him,
I can feel it!
Slow down! You're gonna get
pulled over. I've got warrants!
Not mine, man. I got cases,
I'm lookin' at three years
if we get stopped.
[Tommy] Call him. Call him.
See if you can get him
to slow down.
-He's not here.
-No, he might, man,
he'll slow down.
If you get him on the phone,
he won't be able to drive--
[both talking over each other]
[TJ] Just hold on.
Hold on, okay?
-I'll call him.
-[Tommy] Call him.
[TJ] It's not calling...
[Tommy] We're gonna
find him, man.
I can feel it.
I can feel it.
[Tommy] What's that noise?
[TJ] It's the fucking engine.
[Tommy] It sounds awful!
[Blake] That's how
it always sounds.
[TJ] It's going
to fuckin' die.
[Tommy] Will you stop?
Just look for Jimmy.
[TJ] Listen to that.
[Tommy] The engine is fine!
[TJ] It's not fine, Tommy.
It's fucked.
[Tommy] It's fine!
[engine sputters]
[Tommy] Oh, fuck!
[Latin American song playing]
♪
♪
[dog barking]
This is it?
Look, I'm gonna tell you
straight up, man.
There's some serious
compression issues
with this car.
The camshaft is flat
and the timing chain
is all fucked up.
I'd sell it for scrap,
but I need the bread
to publish my novel.
Hey, that means
the car is fucked.
Man, I just told this man
the car was fucked up.
You want the car or not, man?
I got shit I got to do.
You got to give me
a minute, okay?
I just got here and
you tell me the cars you got
sold for scrap?
Does this car run?
Yeah, it runs.
Can we drive it?
Yeah, you can
drive the car, man.
What do you think,
I am some kind of conman
or something?
If the timing chain's fucked,
there's no point in
driving the goddamn car.
What you know
about cars, man?
My stepfather was
a drag racer.
So what?
So I've been around cars
my whole fucking life.
Blake, he's not forcing me
to buy the car.
Hey, man, we took the bus
to get down here,
you show us a car with
a fucked up timing chain?
Why the fuck you calling me
an idiot, man?
I'm calling you an idiot.
Man, I will cut you from
your asshole to your appetite--
All right, easy.
Fellas, easy. Easy!
Blake, what the fuck
are you doing, man?
Don't take him seriously, bro.
I'm not an idiot.
Man, my brother, Junior,
he helped design
the goddamn system
on the Phoenix missile
and the stealth bomber.
I'm not an idiot.
Man, don't take him seriously.
No, I don't play
that shit, man. Fuck that.
-I don't play that shit.
-I'm gonna go smoke.
Tommy, how about you just
check out the car?
Let's get outta here.
[sighs] Sorry about him.
Mm-hmm.
What's your novel about?
It's about
a 9,000-year old spirit
who takes over
this gangster's body
in a desperate attempt
to stop an ancient curse
from destroying the world.
Wow, that sounds amazing.
Mm-hmm.
What's it called?
Monkey Power.
[engine stalling]
Fuck, man, this is a shit box!
Stupid asshole!
I can't believe
you fuckin' did that!
Yo, man, it's not
just the alternator,
it's the fucking timing chain,
like told you.
This is a useless
fucking purchase.
Driving around like a lunatic
on the freeway
in this fucking death-trap?
Dude, it's a fucking
Volvo, okay?
It's the safest car
in the world.
You don't even have
any tools, dude.
What kind of man
doesn't have tools?
All right, look, let's just
figure out somebody
who's got AAA, okay?
We gotta know somebody
who's got AAA.
That was the dumbest
drug-addict decision I've ever
seen in my fucking life!
You fucking cooked a shot up
in a bus once and
spilled the whole thing!
We weren't well!
And I wasn't all of our dope!
Who do we know
who's got AAA, man?
-[exasperatedly] AAA.
-What ab-- Hey,
What about that dude
from Peter's Painting?
The man who wears
the turtlenecks.
Richard Fleck?
He doesn't even have
a fucking car!
Tommy, you are a useless,
retarded, jackass piece of shit.
We should give him
a beat down on
general principles.
It was a calculated risk!
This fucking car is
never gonna start again
because of you!
[Tommy] Okay, man,
I'm sorry. Okay?
I'm fucking sorry.
[TJ] What are we gonna do?
[Tommy] Who's got AAA, man?
[TJ] We're in the bowels
of Gardena!
It'll cost $500 to get
the fucking car towed,
you fat fuck!
TJ, don't call me fat, okay?
Seriously, man.
-Don't fucking--
-We're in a fucking dilemma!
-Don't call me fat!
-You are!
[Tommy] Fuck you, man.
[engine starts]
Yes!
Fuck! It fucking started!
Fuck, yes!
It started,
you fucking genius!
-It started!
-[Blake] Hey, listen!
Just take me back to LA
so I can get
my grandfather's watch.
-[TJ] There's a watch!
-[Tommy] There's a watch?
[TJ] There's a watch!
Hey, get in the car,
you fucking bandits!
Get in the car!
[indistinct excited yelling]
[uptempo music playing]
[TJ sighs weakly]
Pushing that car
made me sick.
[Tommy] You didn't even push.
[TJ] Watching you guys
push that car made me sick.
What is taking him so long?
[Tommy] There's no watch.
[TJ] Don't say that.
There's got to be a watch.
[soft music playing]
-[woman] Blake!
-Ma, Ma, I'm not fucking
around. Where is it?
We are not doing this
right now.
Ma, it's my fuckin' watch.
He gave it to me!
You are gonna hate yourself.
You want me to
ransack this place, huh?
Is that what you want?
Do we have a pill person
who can maybe
front us something?
Honest john, man. But he's not
the world's biggest fronter.
Could give him a pink slip
to this car.
This car doesn't have
a pink slip.
Do you remember what
we had to go through to get
it back that the last time?
You were crying
your eyes out.
You were begging me
to get a safe deposit box.
Do you remember
any of that?
That was the meth,
Ma, not me.
Oh, and now
you want more meth?
No, I don't want meth!
God damn it, Ma!
You better give me
my fuckin' watch!
-Hey, does Luke Pinto sell
off those fentanyl patches?
-No.
-He's dead.
-Fuck!
And it's Lupe Pinto.
Did you get it?
Go to the methadone clinic
on Washington.
Igor just texted.
Who's Igor?
He's this Russian kid.
He has no friends,
so he'll score for us and
get us high so he doesn't
have to be alone.
You didn't get the watch?
Igor's better than the watch.
[dramatic Latin American
music playing]
[Igor]
Are we happening yet?
Serious, man.
How good do
you feel right now!
We're going to get the money,
we're going to score drugs.
This is the best feeling
in the world, man!
Blake, turn on the radio, man.
Uh, you know what, hey, man,
not right now.
Just a little too sick,
you know what I mean?
[Igor] Dude, you gotta get
on the program!
The methadone program
for insurance, you know,
so you don't get sick,
you know.
[TJ] That's good advice.
Hey, Igor, your sister's salon
is in Glendale, right?
Yeah, she's in
with the Armenians.
But she's a good girl.
She'll cut your hair for free
if I ask.
Igor, got a little
gas situation
on my hands, bro.
I need to, uh, get
a few bucks in the tank if
I'm gonna make it to Glendale.
[Igor] It's a nice car, man.
Bro, what do you wanna do
about gas?
Dude, I'll get you after
I've seen my sister.
-[Tommy] Igor--
-Dude, just let him
see his sister. It's okay.
[Armenian folk music playing]
♪
$200? Do you know how much
$200 is for me?
Do you know
how much it takes?
[both speaking in Russian]
I swear to God,
I'm twice as sick as
I was five minutes ago.
I always feel shitty
in Glendale.
Oh, fuck, we got problems.
[arguing in Russian]
Why are you trying
to kill my brother?
-Can't you see he's sick?
-[TJ] What's wrong with him?
Do you have a sister?
Is this what you do to her?
[arguing in Russian]
What is the license plate
number of this car?
I want to write it down.
Give me a pen.
Ludmila, these are
good friends of mine.
His aunt was getting radiation
when he was with you last week.
That wasn't us.
We just met this guy.
I just gave him my last $200.
Now give me a fucking pen.
Igor, get in the car.
[arguing in Russian]
[Tommy] Igor,
get in the fucking car!
[yelling in Russian]
He has epilepsy.
Do you understand?
Here, take his medication.
And when he has a seizure,
don't let him bite his tongue.
Jesus!
[Igor] Blake, I was thinking
about you yesterday, man.
Yeah, you remember
the last time we were down
in fucking downtown,
I almost had to suck
on this guy's dick
just to get our drugs?
Man, that was... you know.
That was crazy, like, I would
never suck on a guy's dick.
-[Tommy] TJ.
-[TJ] What?
[Tommy] Check his money, man.
[TJ] Can I see your money?
[Igor] Fuck,
don't touch my money.
[TJ] Can you just
pull it out?
-Okay, that's...
-That's $200, man.
-...about $200,
maybe a little over $200.
-[Tommy] Good.
[Igor coughing] You're
smoking inside the car.
[TJ] Should we call someone,
or are we just going
straight downtown?
Fuck downtown, man.
Let's go to the Pep Boys
in Washington.
[Tommy] By Hoover?
That spot's dead.
Yeah, for car batteries.
There hasn't been dope
down there for years.
I copped there yesterday, man.
And the coke is killing, too.
-Really? They have coke?
-No coke.
Let's just go downtown.
We can get coke
down there, too.
You know what, man?
He's right. It'll be easier,
plus we're getting kind of sick.
[Igor] Pep Boys is easy, man.
Igor, look, please, man,
we really need to get well.
Fuck getting well.
I'm getting high, man!
I'm getting high.
[instrumental music playing]
[Igor] Stop the car. Stop.
Igor, those are
the battery guys, bro.
[Igor] Yo! Yo, yo, man.
Come here.
You got cheeba?
No cheeba. Only sell
the batteries, mechanic...
We're not fucking cops, man.
-Come on.
-[TJ] He doesn't
have anything, man.
-[Igor] He has it. Come on.
-[Tommy] Igor, he doesn't
have anything, man.
Go, go. Just go.
-Fuck.
-[Tommy] Igor.
I told you, man. There's
no dope down here, man.
Will you stop?
Come on, they have it, man.
They just think
we're undercover.
Yo! Cheeba!
--Cheeba, man!
-[TJ] Jesus, dude!
[all arguing over each other]
[Igor] Cheeba!
Cheeba, cheeba, man.
Fuck.
We're getting
fucking sick, man.
-[Igor] Cheeba?
-Okay, Igor. Igor.
-[yells] Cheeba!
-That's not how
you do this, man.
That's not how you do this.
That's not how you do this.
[Igor yells] Cheeba!
[Tommy] Igor! Get the fuck
back and stop yelling
"Cheeba" out there.
[Igor yelling] Cheeba!
[all arguing over each other]
[Tommy] Igor,
come on, man. Dude.
-[Igor] Come on, let's go.
-[Tommy] Dude. Dude.
That's not cool, man.
-[TJ] Get in the fucking car.
-[Tommy] It's not cool
to do that.
Jesus Christ!
[all arguing over each other]
[Blake] He has the money.
[Igor yelling] Cheeba!
-Cheeba!
-[TJ] Is this what Igor does?
Man, Igor, you get us
fucking busted, I will fucking
be really unhappy with you.
[Igor] That's him! That's him!
Yeah! High five! High five!
-[Tommy] Just calm down.
-[TJ] Jesus!
Get out.
[Tommy] Igor,
you fuckin' asshole.
You got me in a fuckin' alley.
[Igor] Oh, uh,
I thought it was here, man.
[Tommy] Jesus Christ.
[Blake] Igor, please.
We're starting
to get really sick.
Can we just go downtown?
I'll get us everything we need.
I prom-- Look at me.
I'll get us
everything we need,
I promise you.
That's him.
-Who?
-That's him. That's Kiskarus.
Who's Kiskarus?
He's just went into
the liquor store.
Go, man! Go!
Wait, man. It's
the fuckin' stop sign, man.
Come on!
[Tommy] Jesus Christ.
[Igor] Fucking stop sign.
Just go!
We're going to lose him, man.
[Tommy] How do you know
this fuckin' psychopath?
We met while I was
kickin' in county.
He gave me his applesauce.
Apparently his brother's
this big Russian mobster
who can kill anyone
you want for ten grand.
[man shouting] Cheeba what?
Cheeba what? Huh!
No one sells drugs
out of this store.
You got it?
No one! You gimpy little fuck!
Come back here, I'll bash
your fuckin' head in! Huh?
You piece of shit!
Igor, man.
What the fuck happened?
That wasn't Kiskarus.
I need a Diet Coke.
Not here. Not here, man.
You pussy motherfucker!
-You pussy motherfucker!
-[Tommy] Blake, get in the car!
You're a piece of shit!
-Igor! Igor! Shh! Shh!
-You know my brother?
[all shout over each other]
[Blake] Get in the car.
Shut the fuck up.
I'll kill you!
[slurping from straw]
Mm.
This Diet Coke is so good.
Dude, we should call Moshe,
we have $200.
He's not gonna see us.
[Igor] Moshe?
I know Moshe.
He'll see me.
You know Moshe?
I do. I know him.
You really know Moshe?
Are you sure
it's the same Moshe?
Who the fuck is Moshe?
[Igor] He's a dealer.
-Let him call him.
-Fine. Go ahead. Call him.
Okay. What's his number?
You don't have his number?
I had it. I lost my phone.
Just give it to me.
I've been wanting to
get in touch with him
for months.
What does he look like, bro?
He looks like Moshe.
You don't fucking
know him, man.
I do!
He's a great fucking guy!
He's the biggest asshole
in the world.
The fuck are you guys
doing here?
What do you think
we're doing here, man?
How many fucking times
have I told you to call me
before you come here?
[Tommy] Bro, I called you,
man, we talked--
[Moshe] You called me
from the fucking driveway.
That's bullshit.
That's fucking bullshit.
-Do you understand me?
-[Tommy] Bro, bro, I'm sorry.
-Do you understand me?
-Bro, I'm sorry.
We were in the neighborhood.
-Shh!
-[softly] We were
in the neighborhood.
Can we come up?
-No.
-Why not?
Because I don't fucking
want you up here.
I have 200 bucks.
You give me
a half gram for $80,
-you can take $120 off--
-Stop.
-Let me come up.
Just let me come up.
-No. No.
-Just let me come up. Why?
-No. No.
Fucking go across the street
and call me,
and I will
talk to you then.
Come on,
don't do that to us.
-Call me from across the street.
-It's me, bro. It's me.
[TJ] Let's go. Let's go.
[line ringing]
All right, listen. Listen,
this is what I want you to do.
I want you never to
call me again,
I want you never to
come here again.
Do you understand?
Because I'm fucking
through with you!
No more! Do you
understand me?
You have to call him.
He doesn't want to
hear from us.
Dude, we have $200.
Please, just try.
Moshe, it's me.
Listen bro, I have money--
-He hung up.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-Fuck.
Tell him we have $600.
Call him.
[line ringing]
Moshe, I have
all of your money.
He's just hanging up
the fucking phone, man.
Call him again.
Why is he doing this?
This asshole. We have dough!
Do you want me
to call him, man?
Igor. We gotta go downtown.
That's where the dope is.
But the coke's at Pep Boys.
Listen to me, bro, okay?
I've been copping down here
a long fucking time.
I'm telling you,
the Pep Boys spot is dead.
I copped there yesterday, man.
Then it was a miracle.
Bro, we don't have methadone
in us, man.
We're fucking dope-sick, man.
Igor, please? I'm so sick.
Please, let's go downtown.
I can get coke down there
for you, too.
I promise.
Please.
Fine. Let's go downtown
after I finish this.
-[TJ] Thank you.
-[Tommy] Thank you.
[TJ] Thank you.
[slurping loudly]
-[car horn honking]
-[man] Igor!
Yuri!
Yuri!
Hey, man, what's up?
My bank card says "1.78"
with a minus sign
in front of it.
What about Julie's card?
She closed her account
months ago, dude.
Fuck her.
Oh, boys, I am not well.
[sighs]
Who do we know who can
come through for us?
-Money or drugs?
-Either.
No one.
The prop guy.
Dude, the prop guy with
the mustache and no teeth.
He FedEx'd you dope
to El Paso.
Adam. He moved to Thailand.
[Tommy] Come on, man.
Nobody really
moves to Thailand.
Adam really did.
Who's "Steve:
Kid with no shoes"?
"Steve: Kid with no shoes."
I have no fucking idea.
See, man, god damn it.
that we just need to get
our hands on some fucking
weapons to make shit happen.
[Tommy] The rehab kid.
The rehab kid
with that skateboard--
Miles. He stayed clean.
-That kid?
-Yeah, he stayed clean.
He sponsors.
Hey, hey! I'm being
fucking serious, man.
Sometimes you just gotta
grab a gun and
force the fucking issue.
Bro, shut up with
the fucking guns, okay?
We don't do guns.
We don't. Who's
"Barney Red Liquor Store"?
[Blake] Fuck's sake.
From the coffee shop?
Barney?
My sister would wire us money
if she could get out of bed.
Can't call her husband.
This one just says,
"Japanese Guy."
Should I call him?
I wish my grandparents
were still alive.
I'm gonna call
the Japanese guy.
Hello?
Hello?
Hey. Hey, are you Japanese?
Hello?
[instrumental music playing]
[Tommy] I was
adding it up yesterday,
and I have spent 950 days
waiting for dealers.
Almost 1,000 days of my life,
waiting for dope.
I cop anywhere from
two to four times a day,
so I'd say on the average,
I spend three hours a day
waiting,
if you include the drive.
Three hours a day
is 21 hours a week.
So let's round that off
and say I spend
one day a week waiting.
52 weeks in a year.
So let's round that
down to 50.
I've been doing it every day
since I'm 22,
and I'm 42.
That's 20 years.
I'd lose a year
for the odd rehab stint,
failed 21-day methadone detox,
so, let's say, 19 years.
That's 50 days a year
for 19 years.
950 days.
Almost three years
of my life
waiting to get well.
♪
[music winds down]
Cold.
Where the fuck are we?
[snorts]
Adam's in Van Buren.
[snorts]
[spits]
Fucking no money, man.
No gas.
That's where we are.
Adam's in Van Buren?
We have no money
and no fucking gas.
It could be worse.
We could be on
Avalon and Gage.
Dude, you spent two of
our last dollars on
a king-sized Hershey bar?
You didn't, did you?
No, of course not.
I stole it.
You shoplifted?
Why?
'Cause I wanted
a fucking candy bar.
Don't shoplift
down here, man.
The Koreans will shoot you.
[scoffs] Over a candy bar?
Don't you remember the girl
with the orange shoes?
They shot and killed her.
You're a massive
fuckin' pussy, man.
I swear to God.
Maybe I'm a pussy,
but I'm not gonna
bail you out
if you get busted
for shoplifting.
You're not gonna
bail me out anyway.
The two of you
don't have a dollar
between the both of you.
It's fucking pathetic.
Besides, if I needed
to get bailed out, you'd be
the last person I'd call.
Well, who would you call?
Call them now.
We're in trouble.
I would call my mom.
Yeah, she was real helpful
with the watch.
She bailed me out
three different times
last year.
One of them was for
an armed robbery beef.
She put up the house
to get me out.
Oh, she must be
so proud of you,
you fucking criminal.
Fuck you.
No.
A piece of candy.
No.
[laughs]
You're not gonna
share your candy bar?
Listen, man, if you want
a candy bar,
go fucking steal it yourself,
like I just did.
Just give him a piece
of chocolate. He's sick.
[Blake sighs]
There.
-You want some, too?
-No, I'm too sick.
[Tommy] My fingers have that
kicking rehab-smell.
Ugh.
Hey, why don't you
call Lonestar?
Lonestar?
Are you fucking crazy, man?
I haven't talked to
the guy in ten years.
So call him up and say,
"I'm sorry I haven't
talked to you in ten years,
but I'm in trouble.
I need your help."
I can't do that, man.
Why don't you call
that guy in Boston?
You know, the guy who thinks
he can beat LeBron James
one-on-one.
He doesn't think he can
beat him one-on-one.
He thinks he can score
one point off him.
Call Lonestar.
Call LeBron James.
Take some of this, man.
It'll help you.
It'll fucking help you.
It won't help me.
[Latin American song playing]
♪
Can't you back up your
relationship with your dad?
[TJ] My dad is dead.
[Blake] I haven't seen mine
since I was like, three, but
lately he's been sending me
fucking emails saying that
he wants us to have
a relationship or some shit.
Said he just got
fucking sober or something.
He's been sending me pictures
of him and my half-sister.
I didn't even know
I had a half-sister.
He says he wants me to
come down to fucking Florida
to visit them and
he'd pay for the ticket.
But I don't know,
man, you know? Like...
Dude fucking abandoned
me, like, literally
walked out of my life
when he felt like it, and now
he wants to walk back in
when he fucking feels like it?
Bullshit.
I mean, I get... you know,
it'd be nice to meet
my sister and all.
He's probably doing
another clean-up
and when he gets sober
he could help me out.
I should probably give him
a second chance. I mean,
he is my fucking dad, but,
I don't know.
[inaudible dialog]
You know, I just
fucking love the guy.
[TJ] Hey, is today Wednesday?
[Tommy] It's Thursday.
[Blake] Fuck, why don't we just
rip this Moshe dude off?
[Tommy] Should I call Corr?
She'll at least have benzos.
Julie might be out.
Are you positive
it's Thursday?
[Blake ] Listen, God damn it,
I'm being serious. We should
just take this dude down.
[Tommy] Benzos or no benzos?
[Blake] Fuck benzos, man.
I'm fucking sick.
Where does this
Moshe asshole live?
We're not robbing Moshe.
Will you stop
saying that? It's crazy.
Crazy? Begging girls
for benzos is crazy.
[Tommy] Call Lonestar.
[cell phone beeps]
[line ringing]
[Tommy] Tamara?
Hey. It's Tommy.
No, Tommy Swerdlow.
Is Bill around?
[stops engine]
[speaking indistinctly]
You need to get with me
on this robbery thing.
What robbery thing?
Moshe. Man, we need this.
I mean, we... we finally
have the opportunity
to get our hands
on a package.
We'll go to India
and wean off.
We're not gonna wean off.
-I am.
-No, you're not.
You know how many
junkies have told me
they're gonna wean off?
-A thousand.
-[sighs]
A thousand fucking
junkies, they're gonna go
to the mountains,
they're gonna go to the desert,
they're gonna go to Guatemala
and wean off.
Not one of them
has ever done it. Not one.
A thousand junkies?
Okay, not a thousand,
but 50.
A real 50.
[man] Oh, God, yeah.
-How'd you find me? Yeah.
-I called Tamara.
-You had her number?
-She said you were
going independent.
-What are you doing?
-This? Yeah.
It's, uh, independent movie...
a friend of mine. You know,
everybody's working
for nothing. So, it's... yeah,
budget story kind of thing.
But, bro, it's good
to see you, man.
-Yeah. Yeah.
-You know, it really is.
You know, listen,
I'm sorry to
show up like this.
I really am.
I'm really sorry, man.
But, like, you know I make it
a point to keep everybody
out of my bullshit.
-But, bro, I need
a 100 bucks, man.
-Yeah.
You know. I'm like, I--
I just got nowhere else
to turn.
God damn it. I...
I, uh, I can't give you
any money.
Why not?
I'm sorry. I just...
[stammers] It's not what you
wanna hear but, uh,
it's not gonna help you.
I'm sorry, I can't
give you any money.
-You can't give me $100?
-I can't give you 100 bucks.
No.
-You can't give me $100?
-It's not the answer you want,
but I can't give you
the, uh, $100.
Come on, I gave you
my car, bro.
I've known you
for 30 years, man.
I gave you my Dodge Dart.
[sighs] I know, but,
oh, man. I mean...
Fuck. I mean,
that's 25 years ago,
that Dodge Dart, and, uh,
that was no gift,
really, Tommy.
Remember? It had $2,000
worth of fines on it?
Remember, you said,
"Never try to register this car.
It's got $2,000 fines."
And I gave it to Fredo,
and the wheel fell off.
I mean, that...
I mean... I love you,
but I can't...
-$40.
-...give you money
for this shit. I mean,
this is bull-- No. No $40.
You can't give me $40?
What the fuck is wrong
with you, man?
I'm fucking strung out,
okay? I'm s...
[softly] I'm fucking
strung out, okay?
-That's my fucking thing.
Okay?
-Tommy.
-I need $100.
-Tommy.
No, Tommy.
It's the hard no.
Remember?
Jam Center?
You were part of that
whole theater thing,
too, right?
I mean, we were
nice people. But every
once a while,
it's the "no."
It's the "hard no."
Bill, please, man. Please.
[exhales]
Sorry, man. Uh...
God.
I gotta get back.
You can't get off a drug
you're addicted to by using
the same drug
you're addicted to.
You can if you use
less and less.
[door opens]
What happened?
He gave the "hard no."
[sighs]
[sighs]
Lets's just look
for that 40 again.
-It's not here.
-It has to be here.
There's a 40 in this car?
You guys lost a fucking
40 in this car?
No, it's not here. We searched
every inch of the car 20 times.
Couldn't find it.
Dude, that's because
it's under the seats
in the metal track
that makes the seat go back
and forth. That's where
you fucking lose it.
It's not here.
Jesus.
Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It's not here.
Where the tra--
Like, its should be--
it's gonna be in these?
[Blake] It's not gonna
fucking get in there.
[Tommy] All right, take up
the other seat, man,
take it out.
All right.
[Tommy] Hey, when you
take this one out,
don't, like, lift it out
like a maniac,
'cause what if it's
in, like, in the...
I mean, now it might be
over here.
[metal creaking]
It's definitely in there, man.
[TJ] It's not in there.
How could it not be in there?
[metal creaking]
Anything?
-I don't see anything.
-How about there,
where the wire is?
You see it?
[Blake] Better take the whole
fucking thing apart, man.
Everything.
[Tommy] Look, just look back
there. Can you get under?
Can you see under?
[Blake] Just push down
on that thing.
[Tommy] Easy, man, why
are you so fucking violent?
-[Blake] You got it? You got it?
-[Tommy] Yeah.
[Blake] Tell me you see it.
Nothing here.
What is this, man?
[talking indistinctly]
[Tommy] See, it's...
no way it's here.
[Blake] No.
It's gotta be in here, man.
[TJ] Stop. It's not there.
[metal clanking]
I found it two weeks ago
and I did it.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry.
You get to put
the fucking car
back together.
I'm sorry.
Tommy.
[engine running]
[slow guitar music playing]
[TJ] Things TJ likes.
Cigarettes,
needles,
ice cream,
sleeping,
sad songs.
Things I don't like.
Waking up,
getting sick,
opening the mail,
my birthday,
my friends,
when my mom calls me,
and happy songs.
[Blake sighs]
[Blake] I'll tell you
what, man,
this nickel and dime shit
really makes me wanna
shoot somebody.
I'm ready to make a move
on this Moshe fucker.
Worst comes to worst,
Corra always has Contins.
Dude, we don't have
the gas for that.
She lives in the valley.
I have $9 on a 76 card.
You took my money for gas
when you have money
on the gas card?
You took five of my
last eight dollars for gas
when you have money
on a fucking gas card?
I have $9 for an emergency.
Why do you do shit
like that, man?
Because we need gas.
[Blake] You're a real
fucking selfish asshole,
you know that?
Even Jimmy thinks
you're an asshole.
[Tommy]
Jimmy fucking loves me.
Good. Now, you start
straightening that.
There you go. Okay.
[mystical Indian music playing]
-TJ?
-[door closes]
TJ?
Hey, you're teaching?
Uh, yeah. It's Thursday.
Oh, that's right.
Okay, pretend I'm not
here. Bye, Debra.
Bye, TJ.
Is he okay?
He's, uh, he's just tired.
Uh, let's go back to
triangle pose.
I mean, tree pose.
I'm sorry, Debra, I...
I can't really
think right now.
Can I just
have a moment?
Right. Thank you.
Hey, we're driving to, uh,
Anaheim to see The Angels.
Taking some CDs for the ride.
They're empty.
What's empty?
The cases.
I emptied them and hid them
before you stole them all.
[sighs]
You didn't even call
to let me know you're alive.
I'm so sorry.
-You didn't even call.
-I'm sorry.
I want you to move out.
No, you don't.
I want you to move out. Today.
Debra's here. [whispers]
Let's talk about it later.
-I want you out.
-Why?
You know why.
No, I don't.
-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't.
Yes, you do.
No, I don't.
-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't.
Because
you don't love me.
[stammers]
And you don't fuck me,
and you steal
everything I have.
I know, but I wanna love you.
I wanna fuck you,
and I wish I didn't steal
everything you have.
[sighs] Come on.
We'll work it out.
But I have to go right now.
Bye, Debra.
[dial tone ringing]
She's not answering.
Doesn't matter,
we can go anyway.
She's never out for
more than an hour.
Dude, you're not
thinking clearly.
We're gonna go all the way
to the valley for some cottons
just to be sick again
in an hour.
-Let me call my boy.
-What boy?
The fucking thing I've been
talking about, man? Christian.
This is what we do.
We fucking rob drug dealers.
You're just
fucking delusional.
You know what,
we should've done this
hours ago.
Where's this Moshe
asshole live?
-Put your phone away.
-Tommy,
it's gonna be cake, man.
We're gonna-- He's gonna
grab his piece,
we'll go in,
then we'll duct-tape
the motherfucker to a chair.
Where does he live?
You're not duct-taping
a human being I've known
for ten years, to a chair.
[door opens]
[sighs] Sorry, guys,
yoga lesson.
Where does he live?
I'm being fucking serious, man.
Where does he live?
What is going on?
He's acting like
a fucking psychopath.
There's no other options!
We're not robbing Moshe.
All right, fine. You know what,
take me to a 76 station, then.
-For what?
-'Cause I wanna see
how much fucking money
is on that card.
you're a lying piece of shit.
I wanna see you stick
the card into a machine.
Hey, asshole, it's
my fucking card. Okay?
It's my fucking card,
it's my fucking car,
[yells] it's my
fucking everything!
What's happening?
You are such a fucking
useless piece shit, man.
You can't go upstairs
and fucking steal a CD
from your fucking
pathetic girlfriend?
You are useless!
Seriously, dude, how much
is on the gas card?
-Fuck the gas card.
-[starts engine]
[Tommy] Hey.
Candy. Over here.
[inaudible]
[door opens]
Hey. Come here.
[sniffles] Just come here.
[inaudible]
I can't come there,
you gotta come here.
-Come here.
-You know I can't
come there. Come here.
[sighs]
Does Mom know I texted you?
Mm.
Where is she?
Upstairs.
Look, I need you
to do me a favor.
I need you to go upstairs
and get me a hundred bucks
out of the money jar.
You still have the money
Uncle Steven gave you
for your birthday?
-Yeah.
-I need it.
For what?
-For books.
-What kind of books?
Books on love for one, okay?
I'm writing something about it.
I need it for research.
Can I order them
for you on Amazon?
I need to go to
Barnes & Noble right now.
I need you to get me
$100, sweetie, please.
I don't know.
I don't think so.
I can't give you
money for drugs.
Why do you think
it's for drugs?
It's not for drugs.
And first of all, you're not
giving me money, okay?
You're lending me money.
I'm getting a--
Stop dancing!
Savanna, I can't right now,
with this. Please, just come--
No. Just come here
and talk to me.
What?
Why are you acting like this?
You're such a little brat.
What makes you think
that I am going to
want to give you money
after the way you
talked to me right now?
Hey, what makes you think you
can talk to me like this when
I'm your fucking father?
If I tell you to go upstairs
and get me a hundred bucks
'cause I need it,
you go upstairs, you get me
a hundred bucks
'cause I need it.
You don't start fucking
telling me shit and thinking
you know stuff.
You're a kid, okay?
You don't know shit!
You understand?
You don't know shit!
What the fuck
are you doing?
Stay away from her.
You have to leave,
you have 30 seconds to leave.
-I need--
-The police in 30 seconds.
-I need a--
-Thirty seconds.
Why are you like this?
Karen, why are you like...
-Please.
-Why?
Why are you like this to me?
-I need--
-Tommy, leave.
-I need--
-Leave.
-Just--
-Get away from us.
-Listen, I need a hundred--
-No.
No.
Oh, fuck.
[door closes]
I need a hundred bucks!
[instrumental music playing]
You can really rob Moshe?
Yeah. What the fuck, man?
What do you think
I've been telling you?
All right. Let's fucking
do it, then.
Jesus, it's about
fucking time. Thank you.
[starts engine]
♪
♪
[TJ] I can feel
the clothes on my skin.
[inhales deeply] All right,
man, he's coming.
He just went home
to change and get his piece.
He's not gonna want
half the dope, is he?
Was there any cash up there?
I don't know.
Do not give him half the dope.
[scoffs] He's not gonna
do it for nothing.
How do you know
this guy, bro?
Is this one of your
biker friends?
No. No. He's a solid dude.
We came up together.
I've been in battle
with him, man.
I mean, shit, you know him.
He sold you those
green Valiums
that one time.
Green Valiums?
At the tattoo parlor?
The guy getting
the tattoo of Pau Gasol
on the bottom of his foot?
He's fucking insane.
[scoffs] We need insane.
We're gonna go
jam a motherfucker
in his own home.
Can I not be here
for this?
[groaning]
[TJ] Awesome. [groans]
I don't if I'm gonna
p-puke or shit.
Oh, God, man.
I'm so fucking
flipping the fucking out.
I'm fine, man.
It's all in your
fucking head.
Oh, God. Yeah,
it's in my head, man.
It's in my fucking head.
I think it's a shit.
[snorts]
Call this fucking dude,
man. Call him.
He's fucking coming, man.
Guys.
Guys, take me somewhere.
You don't want me shitting
in the car. Take me somewhere.
[Tommy] Oh, God.
-Seriously.
-[Tommy] Oh, God.
Guys, it's definitely a shit.
Take me somewhere.
Hold it.
Fuck.
[Tommy] These guys are closed?
[Blake] Yeah.
Yo, you're here for rigs?
Yeah.
Take me to Simi Valley
right now, I'll get you
$200 and a gram.
-You want me to take you
to Simi Valley?
-Yes.
Why?
For $200 and a gram.
Hey, man, can I sit there?
Who are you?
I get nauseous
in the back seat,
I don't wanna fucking puke
in the dude's car.
-What is going on?
-He says he'll give us
$200 in a gram
if we take him to Simi Valley.
Really?
He says.
Okay.
Thanks, man, I appreciate it.
-No problem.
-I'm Blake.
I'm TJ.
[Tommy snorting]
[groans]
[coughs]
So this is how it works.
Christian knocks on the door
and flashes his badge
like he's an undercover.
The asshole, thinking that
he's busted, opens the door.
I come out of nowhere,
bull-rush his ass back
inside, stick the fucking
gun to his head.
That's horrible.
[Tommy] He looks like a cop?
[Blake] It doesn't even
matter, dude.
Every dealer's secretly
waiting to be busted,
so, all you have to do
is flash your badge
and they open the door.
[TJ groans]
Hey, where does this
Moshe guy keep his gun?
This is a bad idea.
Where does he keep
his gun, man?
I don't think he has a gun.
I'm serious, man.
It's a bad fucking idea.
[Blake] Does the dude
have a gun or not?
I don't wanna do this.
-You're not doing it.
-I'm part of it.
Shut up and just let me
handle this shit, all right?
TJ.
This isn't the time
to get wishy-washy.
I'm not wishy-washy.
You're totally fucking
wishy-washy.
You made the call.
Yes, and now
I'm changing my mind.
No, you can't do that.
This shit's on.
-I don't rob people, okay?
-I do!
Yeah, well, I don't!
I'm a writer.
So what? That means I have
to go up and fucking
pull guns on people?
I don't do that shit.
Yeah, but you're not doing it.
Oh, so you're okay
sending someone we know
to go up and rob somebody
at gun point?
Tommy, he's a fucking
drug dealer and
drug dealers get robbed.
Yeah, by people like you.
Listen, man,
there's a big sack
of what we need
in that fucking building,
and we're gonna go get it.
[mumbles]
Hey.
How sick are you right now?
Me, too.
[Blake] He's coming.
[tap running]
How are you doing, man?
How much suboxone
they got you on?
Not enough.
Man, you were really
screaming last night.
Sorry.
I'm feeling a lot of
fucking pain.
Don't apologize. I banged
on the nurse's station.
I was like, "Do you hear him?
Go help him."
Thanks, man.
Your official name
is "Loud Guy."
Is it?
People fucking hate me
in these places, man,
'cause I fucking moan
like a motherfucker.
[sniffles]
And Tommy is my real name.
Tommy "Loud Guy."
[TJ] Tommy "Loud Guy",
they've got you mopping?
They're not supposed
to make you work
until day ten.
This is day ten.
This is day ten
and you're still
screaming like that?
I was... God... [sobs]
Dude.
Hey.
-[Tommy continues sobbing]
-Hey.
Tommy.
-I can't fucking do this.
-It's gonna be okay.
[TJ] You can do it.
Just get through the day.
No, man. I'll fucking call
my ex and have her
fucking come and get me.
This is fucking
ridiculous, man.
Do you know how many
fucking places I've been in?
Dude, it's okay.
Hey.
You got ten days.
I can't fucking do this, man.
Dude, I can't either,
but I'm gonna try.
I'm almost at day 30.
Tuesday I'm leaving.
What are you
gonna fucking do?
I don't know. Live life.
Go to meetings,
try and love my girlfriend.
Come on.
You're gonna go to meetings?
-Yeah.
-Like get a sponsor?
I'm not gonna get a sponsor,
but I'm gonna go to meetings.
I... but I can't do that, man.
Dude, I have done it, too.
This is my third time here.
Come on, mop.
They're pricks if you don't.
You don't even have
any water in here.
Yeah, I have water in there,
I have to fucking mop.
I don't have my shoes on.
Come on, dude,
you have to mop.
You're gonna feel better.
[TJ] This place
is a fucking...
It's gonna get real hard
if you don't do your chores.
My name's TJ.
[TJ groaning] Oh, Jesus!
Guys, it's an emergency.
Take me to a gas station.
Man, he's almost here.
Where does Moshe
keep his dope?
It's either
in the flower drawer
in the kitchen counter,
or sometimes he keeps it
in the speakers, you know,
inside the speakers
in the living room.
Which?
It's one or the other.
Well, I need specifics, man.
I don't want Christian
pistol-whipping his ass
trying to get him to talk.
[TJ] Blake, go outside
and wait for him outside
and Tommy, take me
to a gas station.
Look, man, will you just
go shit in the fucking
bushes? Jesus Christ!
God damn it. Don't worry,
we're not gonna pistol-whip
him unless we have to.
-What bushes?
-No pistol-whipping.
-What bushes?
-[cell phone bleeps]
Will you shut up? Man, all you
do is cause trouble and
shoot fucking drugs!
[TJ] I'm sorry,
I'm gonna
shit my pants.
[Tommy] Yeah, well,
hold it, man. Hold it!
[Tommy] Would you fucking
just fucking go shit
in the corner if you want to.
-[TJ] I can't shit out there.
-He's not coming.
[Tommy] What?
Who's not coming?
Christian, man, Christian.
He's not coming.
He got into a fight
with his m... [sighs]
With his mother.
[sighs]
All right, man, let's just
go pump some gas,
'cause I wanna get that $9.
-You wanna go downtown with $9?
-[TJ groaning]
-I thought it was 17.
-It's 9.
Fuck it, man. Fine, my mom
goes to work at 8:00.
-We'll just grab some shit then.
-[Tommy] I'm not waiting
three fucking hours
for your mom.
No.
You can't wait three hours.
[Tommy] What do we
fucking do, man?
Blake, why don't you just
go up there alone?
Why not? Just go up there.
You can do it.
It's a two-man job.
No, you're wrong.
You can do it.
I'm telling you.
[panting]
What do I do?
Go up there.
-It's a two-man job.
-No, you're wrong.
Moshe's a fucking pussy.
[exhales]
Tommy, tell him.
Moshe's a fucking pussy.
[spits]
Do it.
Go up there.
I need a gun.
-No, you don't.
-I do.
-No, you don't.
-I do, man.
I need a fucking gun.
You don't. He's gonna be
terrified of you. Trust me.
Think about it, man.
When you get up there
and get that dope, you can do
whatever you want.
You can go to India.
You can go to Florida
and meet your dad.
Fuck, man.
He's a pussy?
-You can do it.
-Do it.
Please, do it.
[sighs]
[sighs] I can't man.
I'm so fucking sick.
-I can't. I can't.
-Do it.
You can do it.
-I'm too weak, man.
I can't do it.
-Blake.
You're the strongest person
I know.
Fuck! Corra!
[Tommy] Fuck, man.
She told me she stopped
topping from him.
Should I go out there
and ask her for
a fucking bag?
[TJ] No, Blake's doing this.
Blake, you're doing this, right?
[Blake] Dude, you don't
understand how this works.
[TJ] Come on, do it!
[Blake] Fuck, fuck, fuck!
[TJ] Do it.
[Blake sighs]
-[Tommy] Blake,
are you doing it?
-[TJ] Do it.
[Blake] All right, man.
Shut the fuck up.
I'll do it. God.
I need a gun!
-[Tommy] Here,
-[digs]
you can use this.
[Blake] Where the fuck
did you get this?
[Tommy] It came with the car.
[Tommy] Go up there with that.
Feel it, man.
It's fucking demonic.
You could fucking kill him
with that thing.
All clear.
Go.
Please, man, we'll be well
in ten minutes. Go.
Number 23?
Second floor into the hall?
Yeah.
You do realize I'm gonna
have to hit him with this.
It's okay.
He should have answered
the phone.
Fuck it.
Let's do this.
["Electricity" playing]
♪ Go into bright
Find the light ♪
♪ And know that friends
Don't mind just how you grow ♪
♪ Midnight cowboy
Stained in black ♪
♪ Reads dark roads
Without a map ♪
♪ To free-seeking electricity
♪ S eeking electricity♪
♪ Midnight cowboy
Stained in black ♪
♪ Reads dark roads
Without a map ♪
♪ To free-seeking electricity
♪ S eeking electricity♪
♪ Lighthouse beacon
Straight ahead ♪
♪ Straight ahead across
Black seas to free ♪
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ High voltage man kisses night
To bring the light ♪
♪ To those who need to hide
Their shadow deed ♪
♪ Their shadow deed
♪ High voltage man kisses night
To bring the light ♪
♪ To those who need to hide
Their shadow deed ♪
♪ Their shadow deed
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Electricity♪
[gunshots]
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Seeking electricity
♪ Electricity♪
[Tommy] Blake! Blake!
Jimmy's wife had the baby.
He called, man.
He'll see us.
-It's a boy.
-[Tommy] Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on,
he'll see us now.
["Misty Blue" playing]
♪ Ooh
♪ Oh, it's
♪ Been such a long
Long time ♪
♪ Looks like I'd get you
Off of my mind ♪
♪ But I can't
♪ Just the thought of you
♪ Turns my whole world
Misty blue ♪
♪ Oh, honey
♪ Just the mention
Of your name ♪
♪ Turns the flicker
To a flame ♪
♪ Listen to me good, baby
♪ I think of the things
We used to do ♪
♪ And my whole world
Turns misty blue ♪
♪ Ooh, baby
♪ I should forget you
♪ Heaven knows I tried
♪ Baby
♪ When I say that
I'm glad we're through ♪
♪ Deep in my heart
I know I've lied ♪
♪ I've lied
♪ I've lied
♪ Ooh
[soft instrumental
music playing]
♪
♪
♪
♪
[Latin American song playing]
♪
[instrumental music playing]
♪
♪
♪
♪
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