Banger. (2022) - full transcript
Alex has the best cocaine in Prague, but he decides to stop dealing. Although selling drugs lets him pay for luxury clothing, he yearns for fame and success as a rapper. In fact, he is given the chance to record a hit with an esta...
I promise on my life
That we will be fine
What we do behind the scenes
They cannot divine
A Jacob on my wrist
And I know the time
My work next to yours
Kilo versus gram
Kilo versus gram
Pouring cash out of a bag
Models licking my ass
Sergei the Great, no catch
Don't make me pull that
Trigger
Trig-, trig-, trig-, trigger
Pull that trigger
Trig-, trig-, trig-, trigger
Young man, young king
If you wanna have what others only dream
And rise above your rivals like the cream
Write a banger
Sergei!
You all ain't real
Not a chance
All I see here
Is dickhead after dickhead…
Retards in suits, I'd rather--
You all ain't real
Not a chance…
You know--
You all ain't real
Not a chance…
All I see here
Is dickhead after dickhead…
Like whores for sale
You fake-ass…
Hoes… hoes…
Like whores for sale
You fake-ass hoes
If I met you on the street
I'd piss on--
So…
Put it on my tab?
Simona, I'm gonna need you to settle up.
I don't have enough here.
That's a problem.
I'll give it to you next time, alright?
There won't be a next time. I'm quitting.
Aha…
Do you wanna take something from the shop?
How about those Prestiges?
Prestiges?
Aren't those shoes for old people?
They were.
Until they invited Jan Černý for a collab.
Thanks to him, Prestiges are a hit again.
Wow… Why are you quitting anyway?
After all, this shit is top-shelf.
I'm gonna record a banger today.
A what?
A banger…
A hit.
It'll blow up tomorrow.
That's what you said last time.
Yeah, but…
It's different this time.
Know who's gonna be on my track?
Sergei Barracuda.
And how do you know
Sergei will make it a banger?
It's like with these Prestiges.
With Sergei, people will finally
know my name. It'll be a hit.
So, without him,
you're like a shoe for old people?
Simona…
These Prestiges are worth two grams.
What about the rest you owe?
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
Teachers and cops
I'd piss on 'em all
Celebrities and haters
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd--
NO MORE DELIVERIES
Driver next to me
My right arm out the window
Your girl is in the back
Trust me, she'll do us both
We park outside your house
The fuck you think is going on?
One thing is for sure
It's not a social call
Now I'm in your mom's room
Balaclava on my head
Hello?
Sára…
There's no Sára here.
How was graduation?
Sára?
Alex, why are you calling me
from this number?
Did you post an Instagram pic
of Sára Kolářová, BA?
Are you nuts? Don't say my name!
Sára? Sára? Sára Kolářová? Are you there?
Sára? Sára? Sára?!
There is no Sára Kolářová here.
And I already have over a thousand likes.
That many, eh?
You don't think that's good
for a bachelor's?
Everyone's got a degree these days.
Actually…
you don't.
Alex, I'm sorry…
Know why I'm calling you from this number?
No, why?
Listen!
'Sup, homey.
You ready for Sergei?
Shit, I like this. You're working hard.
Láďa?
Láďa?
Láďa?
Oh, shit, Láďa! Fucking wake up!
Láďa, man, fuck!
Hey!
Fuck…
Oh, fuck…
You idiot.
Why'd you take so much Xanax?
Never Sober Boys.
This was the one day
you had to stay sober.
Bro… Never. Sober. Boys.
You're a dickhead.
Is everything ready for Sergei?
Fuck, I'm hungry.
So eat and let's get to work.
Can I get a bump?
-I need you to focus, man.
-Exactly, bro.
Alex…
It looks like my cock.
Want some?
Why do you look so pissy?
What's up with you?
Can you tell me
what she sees in this asshole?
Who?
I mean, he's completely--
Welcome, Mikýř…
I don't believe it, bro, that's Mikýř!
And Nedbal, bro!
He does these guys' parties.
He calls them the Friday Men.
This whole place will be full.
So, come! Ciao…
Can you believe that?
What the fuck is that?
'Cause they're snorting on Friday?
So creative.
Friday Men was back
when Masaryk was president.
Čapek and his crew would meet up
to talk about important issues, bro.
Just come record, man.
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your--
Fuck, man! Again, sorry.
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad
Every last one of 'em, I'd piss on 'em all
Shit. Sounds good to me.
Call Sergei.
What's your problem?
The pissing! There's just too much!
Let's postpone it.
What? Sergei's in Prague. He has a show.
-Tomorrow, then.
-He's going to Ostrava tomorrow.
-Then after that.
-After that?
He'll be on tour for six months.
Today's the fucking day.
Chill, bro.
Just record the track without him.
It'll be a banger anyway, bro.
Without him, it'll be shit.
We won't get any listens,
it won't be a banger.
What do you mean, bro?
Our last track has 1,500 listens already.
That's huge.
Give me his number.
Fucking kebab. Faggot!
Do it, man, call him.
I'm stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey
after that kebab. You want the rest?
Do you even have it, man?
-I didn't talk to Barracuda.
-So, who'd you talk to?
I talked to his manager.
His manager? So, give me his number.
I don't have his number.
So how the fuck did you talk to him?
I'm SeA_c0w!
Where are you guys from?
And what do you do?
Try me, you faggot!
Bro! I'm a producer too! I make music too!
We gotta do a collab, bro!
Get Sergei on our track! Make it happen!
I see…
I see. So, you fucking talked to him
in some fucking video game?
They're not interested
in nobodies like us.
Like us?
Bro, look at our merch!
Nobody's buying it!
We got half a mil worth of this shit
in storage.
Just get it through your head
that we're totally small-time.
Speak for yourself.
Oh, I forgot that you're famous…
All over Prague, right?
What the fuck do you want?
How'd you get this number?
It's a private number.
Don't say this shit on the phone, man.
I don't care if it's Friday.
No more fucking deliveries!
-Alex, what are you doing here?
-The banger fell through.
Láďa fucked it up.
He never even talked to Sergei.
I'm sorry.
What's that?
I got them for graduation.
-Ciao.
-Hi.
I'm bringing some friends.
Honza Černý, fashion designer.
Paris, Virgil Abloh, Forbes 30 Under 30.
He did an incredible rebrand of Prestiges.
-I heard. Great work.
-Thanks.
Nice shoes.
Yeah, that's… Aleš.
-Alex.
-That's what I said.
Fuck your celebrity lifestyle shit
You're gonna blow me
When I put out a new hit
And what do you do?
Well?
I make music.
Aleš… delivers food.
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Celebrities and haters
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad
Every last one of 'em, I'd piss on 'em all
You holding?
Holding?
I hear you've got the best gear around.
I deliver food.
I dunno what you're on about.
With those shoes? Sure, I believe you.
-You told him?
-What?
Černý came and asked me
if I've got any Colombia.
I didn't tell anyone.
So how does he know?
Sure, I brag to random people
that you deal.
For fuck's sake.
It wasn't so long ago that you wanted
to do a line with everyone you met.
-Not anymore. Know why?
-It doesn't make you feel good?
I quit when I found out
you weren't buying it, but selling it.
-I don't mean to bother you, but--
-You are bothering us.
Alex…
Sorry, I'll wait till he grows up.
No, Ivan, sorry. What do you need?
Ivan? You call him Ivan?
He's my boss.
And I'm your boyfriend.
What?
You want him to be your boyfriend?
You wanna be her boyfriend, Ivan?
Well? You wanna be her boyfriend?
-You could be her grandpa.
-Alex!
You wanna fuck her?
Alex, you can't act like a caveman.
-Let's go home.
-I have work.
What work? As a bartender?
Really? You're saying that to me?
You, who dropped out of school
to sell drugs?
I sell drugs so I can make music.
For Christ's sake,
you spent it all on clothes.
Clothes are important.
You gotta have drip to get anywhere.
Come on, Happy's been home alone all day.
-I'm not going anywhere with you.
-Why not?
'Cause I'm not in Forbes? 30 Under 30?
'Cause I don't have friends like them?
Or a degree?
Your dad paid for yours
from a private school,
just like every upper-class cunt.
Did you really just call me a cunt?
Aren't you acting like one?
So, I'll pick Happy up tomorrow.
-Bro, she wasn't worth it anyway.
-More like I'm not worth it.
What do you mean?
'Cause you weren't in Forbes 30 Under 30?
Bro, you still got another seven years.
Seven fucking years.
I don't have seven years, Láďa.
I have until tomorrow.
What's tomorrow?
Tomorrow Sára is coming
to pick up the dog.
When a girl comes to get the dog,
it's over.
Come on…
Nothing's as bad as it seems…
I need to record that track, Láďa.
I need to show Sára I can do it,
that I'm worth it.
I need these assholes
to finally know my name, my face.
And what should I do?
You want me to go to Sergei's show
and blow him or what?
What are you doing?
I'm gonna go see him.
What do you mean? Where?
To his show, like you said.
I'm not gonna embarrass myself
for nothing.
What are you gonna do?
Bake him a fucking cake or something?
If you come with me,
I'll give you some Colombia.
What's up with you?
You're kind of out of it.
Well, bro, I took some Ritalin and kratom.
Why?
I thought we'd be making beats
in the studio,
not chasing some redneck around town.
Holy shit, bro, she'd swallow you
like I swallow Ritalin.
She looks familiar.
Bro, she looks like that singer Dua Lipa.
What?
That hot cunt from Albania
or some shithole.
Dua Lipa's from Kosovo.
Bro, I said it was some shithole.
Kosovo, bro.
But it's cool someone from a shithole
can get famous.
-Everything's easier for hot girls.
-Well, that's true.
Holy shit, Sasha, my man…
-What are you doing here?
-Hey, Míra, long time no see.
Who's this Lebowski, bro?
What the hell? Is this junkie with you?
Who's a junkie, you geriatric?
Shut your trap, junkie.
And, Sasha, you can't be here, man.
-But I'm just going to a concert. Can't I?
-That you can.
And does Ilir know about this?
It hasn't even started yet.
Just the sound check.
So why do you wanna go there?
I just gotta see Sergei about music.
Then we'll take off, really.
-Likely story.
-Míra, how long have we known each other?
I swear, I'm just gonna go up
and take care of something real quick.
-Promise you won't stir up shit?
-I promise.
-With this little bugger?
-He's alright.
Little bugger, man?
Alright, then.
But I gotta pat you down.
Not that I don't believe you.
Yeah, sure.
-Get over here, dummy! You too!
-Okay, okay.
Show me your bag…
-So, you're not a junkie, eh?
-Bro, that's just Ritalin.
-Kiddie coke.
-Bro, it's prescription. I got ADHD.
Every fucking junkie says the same thing.
I'm taking it.
Don't act like a PE teacher.
Give it back. It's mine.
Not anymore. It's Ilir's now.
-Should I knock his ass out?
-We don't have time. Come on.
Really, bro, what the fuck?
Prick.
Is it really you?
Can I get a picture?
Outside of concerts,
I don't give a fuck about fans.
Hey, Valentin…
It's me, Láďa.
We played Warzone together. I'm SeA_c0w.
Who let you in here?
We wanna do a collab with Sergei.
-This is Alex Aurin.
-Alex Aurin?
Yeah, bro,
like Alex and Lexaurin together.
Never heard of him.
Never mind. We've got a gang.
Never Sober Boys.
We want a collab.
-Who doesn't? Write us after the tour.
-We want it today.
Go home and play PlayStation.
-Hi, Valentin.
-Hi, Genta.
Girls, Sergei's waiting for you. Go on up.
Thanks, sweetie, I owe you one.
I told you hot girls have it easier.
-How much for the collab?
-More than you got.
Wait, wait. Look…
Versace chain, Prada jacket for 20K,
Prada shorts, 17K.
Shoes by Černý worth two grams
of the best coke. Cash isn't a problem.
Look…
Here's 5K just to ask him
how much for a verse.
More.
Nah, fuck money. Gimme the Versace chain.
-But my girl gave me this.
-Then piss off.
Fuck…
Hey!
But it's gotta be today.
Wait here.
Alright, he'll do it,
but it's gonna cost you.
-Money's not a problem.
-Five thousand.
Alright.
Five thousand euros.
That much?
You want it today, don't you?
So, we got a deal?
Deal.
Call when you've got it.
Cash-- that clear?
You've got until the show starts.
Not a minute more. Understand?
You got 5,000 euros?
No.
I put it all into our merch.
So where you gonna get it, bro?
And you don't have anything?
Take a guess.
I don't have to.
Dick.
Bro, so you're completely broke?
I got something, man, but…
Around 50K.
How many euros is that?
I dunno, man. Two thousand?
Shit.
Hey, Sasha, what are you doing here?
I came about some music.
Still haven't given up
on those stupid dreams?
You're still into that?
Do I need to pat you down?
I quit, man, I swear.
I'm fucking with you. Chill out. Relax.
But the look on your face…
Just having a laugh, Sasha.
And you know what? It's good you quit.
Bitcoin goes down, then it goes back up.
You lose tons of money this way.
Tons of money, my friend.
You wanna come work at my coat check
again? 'Cause you got talent, kid.
-I don't think so.
-Why not?
-I don't want anything to do with it.
-With what?
With what?
I don't wanna sell
meth-spiked coke to kids.
Meth-spiked coke?
What meth? What kids?
Search him.
-What the fuck?
-Just chill.
Oh, a little gift.
That's for my collab, man!
What collab? What's a collab?
You have lousy dreams, my friend.
There's not gonna be any collab.
And you know what?
You actually didn't lose much.
Next time, it's gonna cost you
a hell of a lot more.
Bitch. Get out of here.
You worked for the Albanian?
Do I have a rich dad?
And you think I do, bro?
I sold out of the coat check for a while.
Then he started cutting it with shit,
so I decided to do deliveries instead.
And where do you wanna get the cash now?
You got any product left?
A couple grams. 5K worth.
Bro, can I get a bump?
Bro, you promised.
Bro…
That is so pure.
Fuck…
Bro, it'd be alright if you cut it
a little bit, wouldn't it?
Do you know who Ross Ulbricht is?
He's the guy who founded Silk Road.
The most sophisticated website
for buying drugs,
from marijuana to heroin or cocaine.
-You know why he did it?
-To make cash like a boss.
No, man. 'Cause people were
buying shit off the street and dying.
Piece-of-shit fucking junkie, man…
Thanks to him, when you buy Colombia,
you know it's Colombia
and not Chomutov mixed with Tirana, man.
If people could test their gear here
like in Amsterdam,
then Ilir would go right back
to northern Albania.
Even so, bro…
You know how much money
you could make with this?
That Albanian would
turn these two grams into 30.
And that's…
A shitload, bro.
Don't you need a shitload?
Five thousand euros.
-If you cut it a bit, no one will notice.
-My customers will.
Bro, you don't have any customers anymore.
Just sell it to chumps
who've never had your blow.
I think I gave you my last one,
and you even ate
the fucking baggie with it.
Idiots who just wanna get fucked up.
Láďa, this isn't GTA, man.
So where do you wanna
get the cash, then, bro?
I'll sell my drip.
I got more than a mil worth.
Happy! Come here, you!
You're a good boy.
You missed me, eh? I missed you too.
Come on, you want some water?
So, did you eat anything? Huh?
Attaboy, attaboy.
Attaboy, eat it all up.
I won't give you up.
I won't give you up, boy.
I won't give you up, alright?
That's another Supreme.
That one's Gucci.
Off-White.
Gosha Rubchinskiy.
I wanted to wear that to my wedding.
This?
That's Gucci. It cost 20K, bro.
Fifty.
50K?
Fifty kilograms.
We buy by the kilo here, gentlemen.
And how much per kilo?
Thirty crowns.
Bro, what if we sold this jalopy?
This piece of shit?
It's done more miles
than you've done drugs.
At least it'd be something anyway.
On Friday night?
Everything's closed.
Bro, you know what Sergei would do…
Buy once, cut twice
Triple your profit, then go re-up
Thanks a lot, bro
Don't thank me, go hustle
It's the only way to make it
Don't go chasing hoes
Stack your money high
White snow like Raffaello
Versace specs are what I'm wearing
Wipe my brow with a Benjamin, bro!
Sergei B's a dealer! Sergei B's a dealer!
Sergei B! Sergei B!
Sergei B's a dealer! Whoo!
I don't even know
how the fuck to cut it, man.
You douchebag, bro.
Where the fuck's my phone?
So, look, bro…
From these two grams,
we'll be able to make…
-a shitload.
-How?
Go to the kitchen
and find anything that looks like blow.
That's not enough, bro.
No good, bro. Needs a bigger kick.
What's that you say?
You don't know how to sell it?
Buy once, cut twice
Triple your profit, then go re-up
-What about Ritalin? It's kiddie coke.
-Bro, that PE teacher took it all.
So, something else
you take for ADHD, then.
-I don't have ADHD.
-You don't?
Do I look like
I have some kind of disorder?
Something else, then.
Thanks a lot, bro
Don't thank me, go hustle
It's the only way to make it
Don't go chasing hoes
Stack your money high
When I'm slinging, wait in line
If you want more, then get behind
White snow like Raffaello
Versace specs are what I'm wearing
Sergei B's a dealer! Sergei B's a dealer!
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B's a dealer!
-Is that a sewing kit?
-Bro, it's my survival kit.
In this video, we'll show you
what should be in a survival kit.
I've got a few leftovers
I haven't taken, bro.
Can you even mix those?
Bro, you sell drugs,
but you know fuck all about 'em.
Check it out.
It's got all the drugs
and what happens when you mix them.
I'll start with…
K as in ketamine.
Ketamine?
Bro, what does the chart say?
Yellow. Calvin Klein, bro.
-Molly.
-MDMA…
Yellow.
M as in meth.
You do crystal?
No, just sometimes
when I need to get clean.
Speed.
Speed?
The poor man's cocaine.
D as in debts.
Shit, or is this more Special K?
Just a little!
Chill, bro. It's used to treat depression.
It's a horse tranquilizer.
A little bit of ket won't kill anyone.
What's GHB?
It's red everywhere.
GHB is for when you wanna fuck a lot.
But don't worry, it's liquid.
That's why people slip it
in chicks' drinks.
ROUND 2
C as in cut.
A as in almost done.
We can't sell it like that.
It's gotta be a rock.
How do you wanna stick it together?
So, just one more thing…
What chump do we sell it to?
We gotta test it.
We can't sell anything
we wouldn't try ourselves.
-Me? I can't, bro, I gotta stay clean.
-Why?
-I get tested. I'm on probation.
-You did a line earlier.
Yeah, but that was pure blow.
I'll piss it out by Wednesday.
And I found you passed out in the studio.
That was all prescription drugs.
What'd you even do to get on probation?
So, you passed out at a party.
It can happen to anyone.
Look at my hand, bro.
You passed out
with your dick in your hand?
Yeah.
And you got put on probation?
I was horny, bro.
I woulda fucked anything.
Never mind, then.
I'll test it myself.
-Do it! Do it! Do it!
-Come on!
Now! Do it! Do it!
Do it!
You're such a shit.
What an idiot.
Can you believe that?
I couldn't watch you anymore, bro.
Do you feel anything?
Bro, I don't feel a thing.
We gotta add more.
No, we're not adding anything else.
You've got the tolerance of Tyler Durden.
Buddy, if I had to take an exam
on smoking crystal…
I'd get an A-plus. I'm a diligent junkie.
We're only gonna sell this shit
to assholes.
Clear?
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
Teachers and cops
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad--
Bro, why you always gotta be so edgy?
Edgy?
The pissing.
What should I write about
when the world's full of assholes?
How about chicks?
You can piss on them too, but out of love.
You never pissed on Sára?
I don't piss. I diss.
Exactly, bro.
I write these tracks
because of assholes like Ivan.
Bro, Ivan doesn't seem
like an asshole to me.
So, you think it's okay to buy people?
To buy fame, man?
To buy Sára?
But you're buying Sergei, bro.
I don't have a rich dad.
And I'm not a hot girl. I'm just trying
to even up the starting line.
Speaking of lines,
who are we gonna sell this to?
To the chump
who's been calling me all day.
I don't care if it's Friday.
That's one hell of a chump, bro.
But before we sell it to him,
I need to talk to him.
What?
When I'm done talking,
I'll give you a signal.
What signal, bro? What do you mean?
The signal is that he's an asshole.
How do you all know each other?
From work.
Some corporation, right?
In fintech.
So, a fucking corporation.
It's not a corporation.
We've got a start-up.
A damned good one.
What the hell is that?
Start-up is a fancy word for a company
that doesn't make money.
And what do you do?
Me?
I make music.
So, a fancy word for a drug dealer.
So, how much do you faggots want?
-I don't know, a gram?
-No, two.
You going out tonight?
I dunno what they planned
for my bachelor party.
The only thing we can tell you
is that there's gonna be pussy.
-I don't want any pussy. I love Monika.
-But today, buddy, you're allowed.
So, how about ten?
Ten? Are you nuts?
We don't even need five, do we?
Well…
-Alright, we'll take ten.
-What? Wait…
-I'm not paying, man.
-I'll pay for it…
but I wanna sample it first.
-Go on, buddy.
-Do it.
-You want a straw?
-Let's go, boys.
What's that?
-What are you doing, man?
-You'll see…
You'll see, man, you'll see.
Introducing…
Jasmina.
Hi, gentlemen…
Not you, I guess…
So, it's you, eh?
I'd really like to, but I've got a girl.
Oh, what girl? Come on…
Touch me, don't be scared.
-Should we go?
-Where?
Somewhere we can enjoy ourselves.
Tell me why it's not working…
-Give him a line!
-Yeah, do a line!
-Do a line!
-You'll get hard, man!
You guys have blow? Can I have a line too?
Of course!
Can Jasmina have a line too?
Bro, where are you going?
-Hey, wait!
-Did I say something wrong?
-What are you doing, bro?
-We're leaving.
Why, bro? Ten grams is 25K!
I fucking said we're leaving.
You want more? I'll give you 30K.
Dan has to get laid tonight.
This shit is super strong.
Girls can't handle it.
You should've just said that.
We won't give her any. Easy-peasy, man.
-No, sorry, just no.
-Alex…
Bro, if you keep this up,
Sára's cunt is gonna be on Ivan's dick.
You want that?
Answer me, bro.
Only us guys will take it. Really.
Mainly Dan. Don't ruin his bachelor party.
But don't give any to Jasmina.
Or any other girls. Clear?
Clear.
Get rid of this.
You said 30, didn't you?
What the fuck are you doing, Láďa?
You told me to get rid of it.
Why are you looking so pissy again, bro?
We got 30K.
-I don't know who else to sell it to.
-I dunno. Let's go to a bar.
How about Ankali?
Ankali?
Full of students who split one E
between five of them. No point.
Karlovy Lázně? Duplex?
Do we have gelled hair
and Philipp Plein tees?
Nope.
So where else do people do coke?
At rap shows.
Well, there's only one in Prague tonight.
But there'll be plenty of assholes there.
Shit, bro, that fucking Albanian, though…
Next time, it's gonna cost you
a hell of a lot more.
Bitch. Get out of here.
Bro, how are we gonna
get past that geriatric?
Míra's cool.
Cool, bro? He took all my Ritalin!
If you just chill out, Míra will too.
Bro, he called me a junkie.
Shit, your eyes look like Toffifees.
Láďa, put on your fucking sunglasses
and shut your mouth.
If you keep quiet, you won't blow it.
-That's not ours.
-We don't know how it got there.
Alright, well, either I take it
and you go inside…
or you take it and go home.
Or I call the cops.
Let's let it go.
We'll go in. You can keep it.
Chill, bro.
Are you fucking kidding me?
-His mouth is running like a train.
-What, bro?
He had a really spicy kebab.
With garlic sauce, bro. Brutal.
From that dude in Žižkov.
You know him, right?
You know what, Sasha?
Take him and get the fuck outta here.
Míra, can't you make an exception? For me?
For you?
Thanks to you,
Ilir chewed my ass out, so--
Son of a bitch! You're a fucking pig!
Sasha, take him
and get the fuck outta here!
Míra, can I at least clean him up?
In the bathroom. Please. Look at him.
Please.
Hey, Láďa, are you alright?
Hey?
Fucking gross.
I'm fine, bro. What's up?
-You still got puke everywhere.
-What do you mean-- oh, shit.
What kind of shit did you mix in there?
It's cool, bro.
It's the only way he'd let us in.
And that sweat's just an act too?
Bro, it's from that kebab.
It's not some hipster kebab.
You know that dude
doesn't worry about quality.
Are you kidding me, bro?
What is it now, bro? What's up your ass?
We'll sell it here. It's good shit.
So, what the fuck?
You wanna make this banger or what?
You have to go down alone.
I can't let the Albanian see me.
You'll go down, find some assholes…
and bring them here.
Cool, cool. And how do I tell
that they're assholes, bro?
They have money, nice clothes, nice pussy…
They just think that they're better.
I don't care about people
They're all the same
You're all trash
So fuck you
Bring your dad
I'll fuck him up
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Every last one of you
I'd destroy you
You're just the sort
That I can't stand
We're laughing at you
But you think your jokes land
Even Jesus or Buddha
I'd knock his lights out
Bro…
Ta-da, bro!
Ciao.
Hi, sweetie.
Hola…
-What's up?
-Well, guys?
You retard,
they're barely out of high school.
So? They got straight As in getting high.
-Do you still have those poppers?
-Yeah, here you go.
So, what else are we gonna do?
I heard you've got the best gear around.
Like from Pablo himself.
We'd take a couple grams.
Boys…
The girl is holding money.
Don't you want to make money?
-Look how sad they are.
-Look at those eyes.
You can't say no to them. Or to me.
No way…
-It's not gonna happen!
-What do you mean?
You're trying to be
Sergei Barracuda, right?
With these little zits…
Everybody out!
Now!
Fuck, that's Ilir.
I can hear you!
Open the door or I'll break it down!
I'm counting to three…
One…
Two…
-Three--
-It's me, Daddy…
Daddy?
Genta?
-What are you doing in there?
-What do you think? I'm peeing.
In the men's room?
There was a line for the women's.
-Who's with you?
-I'm alone.
I heard voices, Genta.
Jesus Christ…
Open up!
For the last time, Genta,
get out here! Now!
-What are you doing in there?
-I was peeing. What else would I be doing?
-Who's in there with you?
-I'm alone.
Don't lie to me. Do I need to take a look?
-I'm alone--
-Genta!
Don't lie to your dad.
-Who is it?
-You wanna see?
-Yes.
-You really want to?
Don't you get cheeky with me.
I was doing poppers. That's why--
-What's this? Maki, you too?
-Hello…
-Honey, you…
-I was just peeing.
The world's gone mad…
If you want good gear, you should tell me.
Next time,
you and the girls come straight to me.
I can't let anything happen to you.
I love you.
Okay?
I love you too.
It's okay. They finally left.
Come on.
Láďa. Fuck, Láďa, are you okay? Hey, hey!
-Láďa, get up! Hey!
-What's wrong with him?
-There's nothing wrong with him, man.
-There's a lot wrong with him.
You dickhead, he's fucked.
So, what next, bro? Where to?
You were out cold
back there in the shitter.
That was just from the poppers
those cunts were sniffing.
-Why'd you even bring them?
-You told me to bring assholes.
You said yourself
that hot girls have it easy.
But we don't sell to girls. Do you get it?
I told you clearly.
That girl weighs probably 30 kilos.
It'd knock her out in a second.
-We should've sold it to 'em, bro.
-It's shit!
We can't sell it to anyone!
I wouldn't sell this shit
to the biggest asshole in the world.
Like a Friday Man?
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
Celebrities and haters
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad
Every last one of 'em, I'd piss on 'em all
That asshole's still there.
They won't let me in. You'll have to go.
You're not gonna pull your dick out,
are you?
Láďa?
Láďa?
Láďa, fuck, hey, Láďa!
God damn it, Láďa, hey!
-You're high.
-I'm cool.
You're high as a kite. You got this?
So, I gotta go there?
There, man.
Láďa, can you do this?
-I got this, bro.
-Yeah, you got this.
Never Sober Boys. Never Sober Boys.
-I got this.
-Yes. Go on.
Get up, man, you're lying here like a dog.
Come on.
Fuck, so that's why they say
ketamine's for animals.
Come on, man.
How much did you put in there?
How much?
Fuck's sake.
Láďa, how much did you put in there?
-Hey…
-Chart…
-What fucking chart?
-Chart…
Oh, that chart! You're a genius, man!
Look how smart you are!
So, how do we get you out of the k-hole?
Fuck…
Some kind of amphetamine, right, Láďa?
Speed…
Speed, man, alright, hold on…
Láďa, what's it look like, man?
-What does speed look like?
-White…
White? Everything in here is white.
Really white? A little white?
Fucking medium? What?
Come on, man.
Fuck. Again, man. More.
Like that. Yeah.
Oh, fuck, you faggot, bro…
What's wrong?
That's crystal, bro.
Well, at least
you're gonna get clean then, right?
Láďa, man, come on. Yes.
Feeling better now?
I can feel my legs.
So, you'll go inside…
And bring that asshole
David Černý out here.
Clear?
Don't let Ivan see you, alright?
And most importantly,
don't let Sára see you.
That'd be a shit show. Okay?
And what if Sára snorts some?
Sára doesn't do drugs, man.
She hates them.
So, who are you gonna bring here?
Jan Černý?
No, for fuck's sake, man!
David Černý, the sculptor!
-Okay?
-Oh…
What does he look like, man?
-You tell me. How should I know?
-Fuck.
Black tank top, sandals, shorts.
He looks like a hobo, man. David Černý.
Okay? So come on. Go, man.
Go.
Hold on, I don't know who…
Tell me one more time.
Fucking David Černý. The sculptor.
Babies and buses, man…
-What sculptures, bro? Babies?
-It doesn't matter!
David Černý.
Black tank top, shorts, sandals.
Sandals? So that's Honza Černý.
He made your shoes.
No, man! You think Honza Černý
would wear fucking sandals?
-Dickhead…
-Go!
Fuck…
-You're high, motherfucker.
-No, you're high, man.
Go fuck yourself.
Come on, Láďa.
Yes…
Fuck, yes…
What the hell is that dickhead doing?
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle…
Fuck…
Every night and every day
I was counting up that pay
Cash, respect, and sway
What made you change your mind… Aleš?
How much do you want?
Gucci tee greasy from chicken wings
They say you've got
the best gear in Prague.
So, four grams.
-How about five?
-Alright, five.
Everyone snorts this shit, man,
but not everyone's in politics.
Every night and every day
I was counting up that pay
-How much?
-Gimme two fucking grams.
That'll be 8K, then, please.
Have fun, guys.
Is this some kind of bullshit?
It's the best shit I've had in a while.
Just came in. I went to Berlin--
It looks like you pulled it
out of your ass, man.
So?
-It's alright.
-Yeah?
Forty…
Fifty, sixty…
Eighty…
Ninety, one twenty…
One thirty-two, man!
Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Whoo! Yes!
I'm gonna ride like this today, bro.
Dude, I love you, you know that?
You know I love you.
Never Sober Boys.
What are you doing here?
I came to tell you that I did it.
What?
I'm gonna record that banger with Sergei.
I'll play it for you tomorrow.
So what?
That's not enough for you?
You still don't get it.
Tomorrow, then.
Alex…
Come here…
Do you have something?
Something?
Colombia.
What?
Blow, coke, snow…
Coca, yayo, nose candy, powder, sugar…
Raffaello…
-A rail…
-You're drunk?
I wanna do a line…
You don't do lines.
No, I didn't do lines. Because of you.
But now…
I need to draw a big, fat line
under our relationship.
Funny.
It is kind of funny…
Do you get it? Because we broke up.
What are you doing, bro?
The show's that way.
We're going to the studio.
But we gotta go meet Sergei soon.
I gotta lay it down one more time.
What are you talking about, bro?
It's gotta be a banger.
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
Teachers and cops
I'd piss on 'em all
Celebrities and haters
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad
Every last one of 'em, I'd piss on 'em all
You still don't get it.
You're right.
There's too much piss.
This…
We can't play this for Sergei.
We gotta rewrite it.
Now, bro?
All the biggest bangers
are made in ten minutes.
Yeah, but we don't have ten minutes.
We gotta be at Sergei's
in ten minutes, bro.
I just said that because…
I didn't want to tell you
I hadn't set things up with Sergei.
Bro, we're this close. This close!
Now everyone's gonna know
your name, your face.
Sára, bro?
Sára's gonna piss herself when she hears
you did a collab with Sergei.
Never Sober Boys.
It's that corporate rat.
-I bet he wants a re-up.
-He bought ten Gs.
Bro, he had enough guys
for an Olympic team.
…the party you have dialed
is currently on the line…
Man… what if it made them sick?
What could make them sick, bro?
They've just got hungry noses.
Man, what if something
really happened to them?
Alex, we gotta go see Sergei.
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B!
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B!
Sergei B!
Make a mess!
Meet me on the corner
Meet me on the corner
Meet me on the corner
Got half a kilo in my bag
Meet me on the corner
Meet me on the corner
Meet me on the corner
Got half a kilo in my bag
What the fuck happened here, man?
Fuck. Láďa, you hear that?
Fuck, Láďa…
You guys were snorting
your brains out, eh?
Fuck! Hey, are you okay?
Dan? Hey, Dan! Come help me with him.
How much did you guys take?
How much did she take?
-Láďa…
-What, bro? Do I look like an exorcist?
I could give her some speed,
but maybe she'll just snap out of it.
Fuck, man…
I'm gonna call an ambulance.
No, don't. I've got a fiancée.
I've got a job…
Do something with her.
It looks like that video of you
jerking off in the club!
Like with that rape drug or whatever, man.
-You mean GHB?
-Yeah.
You retard, you can snort GHB too.
Really? That's news to me.
The whole chart is red.
You shouldn't mix it with anything!
But I'm fine, bro.
Because you're always fucking fine, man!
What happened?
What happened?
Fucking gross…
-Where'd you learn that?
-I saw a video on YouTube.
Hello, get back.
What did she take?
GHB.
A lot.
Miss, can you hear me?
Ketamine, cocaine…
Speed…
MDMA…
Where's the rest?
Where'd you put the rest, man?
My friends left with it.
Where?
I don't know.
They left me here to get laid.
Call and tell them
to go to the hospital. Now!
Do it. Call them, please.
Unavailable.
-Where's that douchebag?
-Fuck, bro.
God, he's standing right there.
Can't he open the door?
Fucking answer it.
Boys… where are you?
-No, I didn't fuck her.
-Give me that, man.
Where are those ten Gs, man?
At what concert?
-Say Sergei B!
-Sergei B!
-Say Sergei B!
-Sergei B!
-Say 7-1-3!
-7-1-3!
-7-1-3!
-7-1-3!
Come on!
Come on!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
They ask me how I do it
You gotta know
Anything you need
I got it, bro
-A joint in my right hand, my left
-Is in her hole!
-If rap is a woman, every day I'm in that
-Ho!
Where the fuck are you going?
Do you have the ten Gs
that just landed here?
It's spiked! We cut it with some bad shit
we didn't even know we had.
I don't care! Ilir fucking reamed me!
This is really bad shit, don't you get it?
-So what, man?
-Míra, do you want someone to die?
What's that you say?
You don't know how to sell it?
Buy once, cut twice
Triple your profit, then go re-up
Thanks a lot, bro!
Don't thank me, go hustle
It's the only way to make it
Don't go chasing hoes…
Ilir…
What's this asshole doing here?
Get him out of here!
That ten Gs of coke,
who'd you sell it to?
I like this.
What are you doing?!
-What?
-Sergei B's a dealer!
Do you want Genta to take that shit?!
Sergei B's a dealer!
What if Genta took it?!
I'd never sell it to Genta!
I just watched a girl almost die!
It's spiked, don't you get it?
-How do you know Genta?
-They wanted to buy from me.
I said no,
but that shit got in here anyway.
Shit, did you sell that ten?
Of course I did.
What kind of question is that?
To who?
Don't thank me, go hustle
It's the only way to make it
What are you doing, bro?
You know this track?
Today it's got
five million views on YouTube.
-Before I start shooting
-I'll let you pick a coffin!
Are you high?
Did you buy anything? No?
-Instead of sugar, I take
-MDMA in my coffee!
-Motherfuckers praying
-That the cops'll catch me!
Come on!
-Got my name in your mouth, cunt?
-I hope you fuckin' die!
Did you take anything?
I can see it in your eyes.
A notorious hustler
White tee and a snapback
Gonna get my money
Don't try to stop me
Did you take anything?
Crossing right to left
Driving like I stole it
I load up the bong
And then I let it bubble
Ayy…
Thank God we're alive
Did anyone fucking sell you anything?
-Kill a blunt in one drag
-Smoke all around me
-A second later, I hit the club
-Like a sandstorm!
-Say it!
-7-1-3! 7-1-3!
Bro, what are you doing?
-I'm going to the stage to talk to Sergei.
-What, bro?
The crowd will listen to him, man!
-Say 7-1-3!
-7-1-3!
And what are you gonna tell him,
you idiot?
The truth!
Thank you all for tonight. It was great.
What about the banger, bro?
You can forget about the collab
with Barracuda… or with anyone else.
And somebody here
has to fucking die for it?
You'll fuck everything up.
Fuck, open up!
What do you want?
-I'm here for Sergei.
-You're late. Piss off.
-5K euros.
-Fuck off.
-5K euros.
-Deal's off. Get lost.
-I gotta see Sergei. Someone could die!
-Yeah, you if you don't leave.
-Gimme that chain, motherfucker!
-You cunt!
Who the fuck are you?
And what are you doing backstage?
Valentin--
So, you're the little shit
who keeps bugging me…
who won't leave me alone,
and who's gonna give me
5,000 euros for a collab.
Sergei.
Alex.
You're tenacious.
I like that.
You're like me. Come sit with us.
What's your name again? Aleš?
Alex.
Everybody, listen up.
This is Alex.
He's gonna hang with us tonight.
I'm gonna do a track with him,
so remember his name.
Alex…
Why today?
Sergei, will you give me an autograph?
Why do you need this collab today?
My girl…
Because of my girl.
You know what the most overvalued
commodity on the planet is?
Pussy.
I put my career, my mission, and my music
before any kind of pussy,
always and everywhere.
Make money and forget about pussy.
-Look what I found…
-Finally.
-I'll line up the goodies.
-Line 'em up.
Fuck, here you go.
You want any?
Have some, bro.
It'll solve all your problems, bro.
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B!
They're calling for you.
-They're calling you back to the stage.
-That's not enough.
We'll let 'em wait.
They gotta deserve it.
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B!
Hey, it looks like they're hungry.
Should we give 'em one more?
You deserve it.
What's up with you and Sergei?
You gonna do a track with him?
I'm freakin' out
This might be the last thing I write
I may not even see tomorrow
Been on the corner
For a few years and weeks
And all around me I see
Strange faces
Strange faces
Strange faces…
What are you doing?
Everybody shut up!
Alex wants to announce something.
Come on, tell them yourself.
-Come on!
-Talk!
Come on! Fucking spit it out!
I just…
I have to tell you that…
-Talk!
-Come on!
If you bought any coke here tonight
or even just did a line…
You could die! It's spiked!
Go to the hospital now!
And how the fuck do you know?
Come on, out with it.
I cut it myself.
You asshole!
Get the fuck out of here!
Piss off!
Cunt!
Go fuck yourself!
Láďa!
Láďa, come here!
Fucking come here!
-Bro, the cops are coming!
-I know! I'm fucking waiting for them!
Are you crazy, bro?
Bro, what about those high-class idiots?
Let's go!
Hello?
Is anyone here?
Hello?
Anyone here?
Where is everyone?
You're asking me?
They went to the hospital.
They saw you on the internet.
Is everyone okay?
Can you get Sára for me?
I need to talk to her, to apologize.
-She's not here.
-Where is she?
Aren't you her boyfriend?
-And you and her…?
-No.
Don't ever deal in my bar again.
This is a decent establishment.
Fuck, this is brutal, bro.
Look what everybody's writing about you.
Well, they finally know my name.
And what about the cops, bro?
I'll go there, but…
Before that…
we gotta do one thing, Láďa.
The silence is killing me
It was too much to fight
Is it day or night?
Who's gonna say stop?
My legs are giving out
I still haven't had enough
Gravity's pulling me down, oh
Away from my dreams
Into my nightmares
I watched everything I had disappear
The only thing left inside me was fear
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
And hell is calling me down now
Maybe I'll find my peace
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
And hell is calling me down now
Maybe I'll find my peace
I watched everything I had disappear
The only thing left inside me was fear
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
And hell is calling me down now
Maybe I'll find my peace
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
You alright?
Me, bro?
You had a hell of a cocktail.
Kratom, Ritalin, cocaine,
ketamine, speed, GHB.
-That'd kill a horse.
-Classic, bro.
A Friday heptathlon, bro.
You're an idiot, man.
Alright…
You sure you wanna
take the fall for everything?
Of course.
Keep it.
What good is it to me?
-Thanks, bro.
-You too, bro.
-Never Sober Boys.
-Never Sober Boys.
I'm gonna go up and change.
Proper swag for the clink.
Shit, man…
Happy?
Happy?
Happy?
Happy!
What are you doing here?
That we will be fine
What we do behind the scenes
They cannot divine
A Jacob on my wrist
And I know the time
My work next to yours
Kilo versus gram
Kilo versus gram
Pouring cash out of a bag
Models licking my ass
Sergei the Great, no catch
Don't make me pull that
Trigger
Trig-, trig-, trig-, trigger
Pull that trigger
Trig-, trig-, trig-, trigger
Young man, young king
If you wanna have what others only dream
And rise above your rivals like the cream
Write a banger
Sergei!
You all ain't real
Not a chance
All I see here
Is dickhead after dickhead…
Retards in suits, I'd rather--
You all ain't real
Not a chance…
You know--
You all ain't real
Not a chance…
All I see here
Is dickhead after dickhead…
Like whores for sale
You fake-ass…
Hoes… hoes…
Like whores for sale
You fake-ass hoes
If I met you on the street
I'd piss on--
So…
Put it on my tab?
Simona, I'm gonna need you to settle up.
I don't have enough here.
That's a problem.
I'll give it to you next time, alright?
There won't be a next time. I'm quitting.
Aha…
Do you wanna take something from the shop?
How about those Prestiges?
Prestiges?
Aren't those shoes for old people?
They were.
Until they invited Jan Černý for a collab.
Thanks to him, Prestiges are a hit again.
Wow… Why are you quitting anyway?
After all, this shit is top-shelf.
I'm gonna record a banger today.
A what?
A banger…
A hit.
It'll blow up tomorrow.
That's what you said last time.
Yeah, but…
It's different this time.
Know who's gonna be on my track?
Sergei Barracuda.
And how do you know
Sergei will make it a banger?
It's like with these Prestiges.
With Sergei, people will finally
know my name. It'll be a hit.
So, without him,
you're like a shoe for old people?
Simona…
These Prestiges are worth two grams.
What about the rest you owe?
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
Teachers and cops
I'd piss on 'em all
Celebrities and haters
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd--
NO MORE DELIVERIES
Driver next to me
My right arm out the window
Your girl is in the back
Trust me, she'll do us both
We park outside your house
The fuck you think is going on?
One thing is for sure
It's not a social call
Now I'm in your mom's room
Balaclava on my head
Hello?
Sára…
There's no Sára here.
How was graduation?
Sára?
Alex, why are you calling me
from this number?
Did you post an Instagram pic
of Sára Kolářová, BA?
Are you nuts? Don't say my name!
Sára? Sára? Sára Kolářová? Are you there?
Sára? Sára? Sára?!
There is no Sára Kolářová here.
And I already have over a thousand likes.
That many, eh?
You don't think that's good
for a bachelor's?
Everyone's got a degree these days.
Actually…
you don't.
Alex, I'm sorry…
Know why I'm calling you from this number?
No, why?
Listen!
'Sup, homey.
You ready for Sergei?
Shit, I like this. You're working hard.
Láďa?
Láďa?
Láďa?
Oh, shit, Láďa! Fucking wake up!
Láďa, man, fuck!
Hey!
Fuck…
Oh, fuck…
You idiot.
Why'd you take so much Xanax?
Never Sober Boys.
This was the one day
you had to stay sober.
Bro… Never. Sober. Boys.
You're a dickhead.
Is everything ready for Sergei?
Fuck, I'm hungry.
So eat and let's get to work.
Can I get a bump?
-I need you to focus, man.
-Exactly, bro.
Alex…
It looks like my cock.
Want some?
Why do you look so pissy?
What's up with you?
Can you tell me
what she sees in this asshole?
Who?
I mean, he's completely--
Welcome, Mikýř…
I don't believe it, bro, that's Mikýř!
And Nedbal, bro!
He does these guys' parties.
He calls them the Friday Men.
This whole place will be full.
So, come! Ciao…
Can you believe that?
What the fuck is that?
'Cause they're snorting on Friday?
So creative.
Friday Men was back
when Masaryk was president.
Čapek and his crew would meet up
to talk about important issues, bro.
Just come record, man.
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your--
Fuck, man! Again, sorry.
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad
Every last one of 'em, I'd piss on 'em all
Shit. Sounds good to me.
Call Sergei.
What's your problem?
The pissing! There's just too much!
Let's postpone it.
What? Sergei's in Prague. He has a show.
-Tomorrow, then.
-He's going to Ostrava tomorrow.
-Then after that.
-After that?
He'll be on tour for six months.
Today's the fucking day.
Chill, bro.
Just record the track without him.
It'll be a banger anyway, bro.
Without him, it'll be shit.
We won't get any listens,
it won't be a banger.
What do you mean, bro?
Our last track has 1,500 listens already.
That's huge.
Give me his number.
Fucking kebab. Faggot!
Do it, man, call him.
I'm stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey
after that kebab. You want the rest?
Do you even have it, man?
-I didn't talk to Barracuda.
-So, who'd you talk to?
I talked to his manager.
His manager? So, give me his number.
I don't have his number.
So how the fuck did you talk to him?
I'm SeA_c0w!
Where are you guys from?
And what do you do?
Try me, you faggot!
Bro! I'm a producer too! I make music too!
We gotta do a collab, bro!
Get Sergei on our track! Make it happen!
I see…
I see. So, you fucking talked to him
in some fucking video game?
They're not interested
in nobodies like us.
Like us?
Bro, look at our merch!
Nobody's buying it!
We got half a mil worth of this shit
in storage.
Just get it through your head
that we're totally small-time.
Speak for yourself.
Oh, I forgot that you're famous…
All over Prague, right?
What the fuck do you want?
How'd you get this number?
It's a private number.
Don't say this shit on the phone, man.
I don't care if it's Friday.
No more fucking deliveries!
-Alex, what are you doing here?
-The banger fell through.
Láďa fucked it up.
He never even talked to Sergei.
I'm sorry.
What's that?
I got them for graduation.
-Ciao.
-Hi.
I'm bringing some friends.
Honza Černý, fashion designer.
Paris, Virgil Abloh, Forbes 30 Under 30.
He did an incredible rebrand of Prestiges.
-I heard. Great work.
-Thanks.
Nice shoes.
Yeah, that's… Aleš.
-Alex.
-That's what I said.
Fuck your celebrity lifestyle shit
You're gonna blow me
When I put out a new hit
And what do you do?
Well?
I make music.
Aleš… delivers food.
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Celebrities and haters
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad
Every last one of 'em, I'd piss on 'em all
You holding?
Holding?
I hear you've got the best gear around.
I deliver food.
I dunno what you're on about.
With those shoes? Sure, I believe you.
-You told him?
-What?
Černý came and asked me
if I've got any Colombia.
I didn't tell anyone.
So how does he know?
Sure, I brag to random people
that you deal.
For fuck's sake.
It wasn't so long ago that you wanted
to do a line with everyone you met.
-Not anymore. Know why?
-It doesn't make you feel good?
I quit when I found out
you weren't buying it, but selling it.
-I don't mean to bother you, but--
-You are bothering us.
Alex…
Sorry, I'll wait till he grows up.
No, Ivan, sorry. What do you need?
Ivan? You call him Ivan?
He's my boss.
And I'm your boyfriend.
What?
You want him to be your boyfriend?
You wanna be her boyfriend, Ivan?
Well? You wanna be her boyfriend?
-You could be her grandpa.
-Alex!
You wanna fuck her?
Alex, you can't act like a caveman.
-Let's go home.
-I have work.
What work? As a bartender?
Really? You're saying that to me?
You, who dropped out of school
to sell drugs?
I sell drugs so I can make music.
For Christ's sake,
you spent it all on clothes.
Clothes are important.
You gotta have drip to get anywhere.
Come on, Happy's been home alone all day.
-I'm not going anywhere with you.
-Why not?
'Cause I'm not in Forbes? 30 Under 30?
'Cause I don't have friends like them?
Or a degree?
Your dad paid for yours
from a private school,
just like every upper-class cunt.
Did you really just call me a cunt?
Aren't you acting like one?
So, I'll pick Happy up tomorrow.
-Bro, she wasn't worth it anyway.
-More like I'm not worth it.
What do you mean?
'Cause you weren't in Forbes 30 Under 30?
Bro, you still got another seven years.
Seven fucking years.
I don't have seven years, Láďa.
I have until tomorrow.
What's tomorrow?
Tomorrow Sára is coming
to pick up the dog.
When a girl comes to get the dog,
it's over.
Come on…
Nothing's as bad as it seems…
I need to record that track, Láďa.
I need to show Sára I can do it,
that I'm worth it.
I need these assholes
to finally know my name, my face.
And what should I do?
You want me to go to Sergei's show
and blow him or what?
What are you doing?
I'm gonna go see him.
What do you mean? Where?
To his show, like you said.
I'm not gonna embarrass myself
for nothing.
What are you gonna do?
Bake him a fucking cake or something?
If you come with me,
I'll give you some Colombia.
What's up with you?
You're kind of out of it.
Well, bro, I took some Ritalin and kratom.
Why?
I thought we'd be making beats
in the studio,
not chasing some redneck around town.
Holy shit, bro, she'd swallow you
like I swallow Ritalin.
She looks familiar.
Bro, she looks like that singer Dua Lipa.
What?
That hot cunt from Albania
or some shithole.
Dua Lipa's from Kosovo.
Bro, I said it was some shithole.
Kosovo, bro.
But it's cool someone from a shithole
can get famous.
-Everything's easier for hot girls.
-Well, that's true.
Holy shit, Sasha, my man…
-What are you doing here?
-Hey, Míra, long time no see.
Who's this Lebowski, bro?
What the hell? Is this junkie with you?
Who's a junkie, you geriatric?
Shut your trap, junkie.
And, Sasha, you can't be here, man.
-But I'm just going to a concert. Can't I?
-That you can.
And does Ilir know about this?
It hasn't even started yet.
Just the sound check.
So why do you wanna go there?
I just gotta see Sergei about music.
Then we'll take off, really.
-Likely story.
-Míra, how long have we known each other?
I swear, I'm just gonna go up
and take care of something real quick.
-Promise you won't stir up shit?
-I promise.
-With this little bugger?
-He's alright.
Little bugger, man?
Alright, then.
But I gotta pat you down.
Not that I don't believe you.
Yeah, sure.
-Get over here, dummy! You too!
-Okay, okay.
Show me your bag…
-So, you're not a junkie, eh?
-Bro, that's just Ritalin.
-Kiddie coke.
-Bro, it's prescription. I got ADHD.
Every fucking junkie says the same thing.
I'm taking it.
Don't act like a PE teacher.
Give it back. It's mine.
Not anymore. It's Ilir's now.
-Should I knock his ass out?
-We don't have time. Come on.
Really, bro, what the fuck?
Prick.
Is it really you?
Can I get a picture?
Outside of concerts,
I don't give a fuck about fans.
Hey, Valentin…
It's me, Láďa.
We played Warzone together. I'm SeA_c0w.
Who let you in here?
We wanna do a collab with Sergei.
-This is Alex Aurin.
-Alex Aurin?
Yeah, bro,
like Alex and Lexaurin together.
Never heard of him.
Never mind. We've got a gang.
Never Sober Boys.
We want a collab.
-Who doesn't? Write us after the tour.
-We want it today.
Go home and play PlayStation.
-Hi, Valentin.
-Hi, Genta.
Girls, Sergei's waiting for you. Go on up.
Thanks, sweetie, I owe you one.
I told you hot girls have it easier.
-How much for the collab?
-More than you got.
Wait, wait. Look…
Versace chain, Prada jacket for 20K,
Prada shorts, 17K.
Shoes by Černý worth two grams
of the best coke. Cash isn't a problem.
Look…
Here's 5K just to ask him
how much for a verse.
More.
Nah, fuck money. Gimme the Versace chain.
-But my girl gave me this.
-Then piss off.
Fuck…
Hey!
But it's gotta be today.
Wait here.
Alright, he'll do it,
but it's gonna cost you.
-Money's not a problem.
-Five thousand.
Alright.
Five thousand euros.
That much?
You want it today, don't you?
So, we got a deal?
Deal.
Call when you've got it.
Cash-- that clear?
You've got until the show starts.
Not a minute more. Understand?
You got 5,000 euros?
No.
I put it all into our merch.
So where you gonna get it, bro?
And you don't have anything?
Take a guess.
I don't have to.
Dick.
Bro, so you're completely broke?
I got something, man, but…
Around 50K.
How many euros is that?
I dunno, man. Two thousand?
Shit.
Hey, Sasha, what are you doing here?
I came about some music.
Still haven't given up
on those stupid dreams?
You're still into that?
Do I need to pat you down?
I quit, man, I swear.
I'm fucking with you. Chill out. Relax.
But the look on your face…
Just having a laugh, Sasha.
And you know what? It's good you quit.
Bitcoin goes down, then it goes back up.
You lose tons of money this way.
Tons of money, my friend.
You wanna come work at my coat check
again? 'Cause you got talent, kid.
-I don't think so.
-Why not?
-I don't want anything to do with it.
-With what?
With what?
I don't wanna sell
meth-spiked coke to kids.
Meth-spiked coke?
What meth? What kids?
Search him.
-What the fuck?
-Just chill.
Oh, a little gift.
That's for my collab, man!
What collab? What's a collab?
You have lousy dreams, my friend.
There's not gonna be any collab.
And you know what?
You actually didn't lose much.
Next time, it's gonna cost you
a hell of a lot more.
Bitch. Get out of here.
You worked for the Albanian?
Do I have a rich dad?
And you think I do, bro?
I sold out of the coat check for a while.
Then he started cutting it with shit,
so I decided to do deliveries instead.
And where do you wanna get the cash now?
You got any product left?
A couple grams. 5K worth.
Bro, can I get a bump?
Bro, you promised.
Bro…
That is so pure.
Fuck…
Bro, it'd be alright if you cut it
a little bit, wouldn't it?
Do you know who Ross Ulbricht is?
He's the guy who founded Silk Road.
The most sophisticated website
for buying drugs,
from marijuana to heroin or cocaine.
-You know why he did it?
-To make cash like a boss.
No, man. 'Cause people were
buying shit off the street and dying.
Piece-of-shit fucking junkie, man…
Thanks to him, when you buy Colombia,
you know it's Colombia
and not Chomutov mixed with Tirana, man.
If people could test their gear here
like in Amsterdam,
then Ilir would go right back
to northern Albania.
Even so, bro…
You know how much money
you could make with this?
That Albanian would
turn these two grams into 30.
And that's…
A shitload, bro.
Don't you need a shitload?
Five thousand euros.
-If you cut it a bit, no one will notice.
-My customers will.
Bro, you don't have any customers anymore.
Just sell it to chumps
who've never had your blow.
I think I gave you my last one,
and you even ate
the fucking baggie with it.
Idiots who just wanna get fucked up.
Láďa, this isn't GTA, man.
So where do you wanna
get the cash, then, bro?
I'll sell my drip.
I got more than a mil worth.
Happy! Come here, you!
You're a good boy.
You missed me, eh? I missed you too.
Come on, you want some water?
So, did you eat anything? Huh?
Attaboy, attaboy.
Attaboy, eat it all up.
I won't give you up.
I won't give you up, boy.
I won't give you up, alright?
That's another Supreme.
That one's Gucci.
Off-White.
Gosha Rubchinskiy.
I wanted to wear that to my wedding.
This?
That's Gucci. It cost 20K, bro.
Fifty.
50K?
Fifty kilograms.
We buy by the kilo here, gentlemen.
And how much per kilo?
Thirty crowns.
Bro, what if we sold this jalopy?
This piece of shit?
It's done more miles
than you've done drugs.
At least it'd be something anyway.
On Friday night?
Everything's closed.
Bro, you know what Sergei would do…
Buy once, cut twice
Triple your profit, then go re-up
Thanks a lot, bro
Don't thank me, go hustle
It's the only way to make it
Don't go chasing hoes
Stack your money high
White snow like Raffaello
Versace specs are what I'm wearing
Wipe my brow with a Benjamin, bro!
Sergei B's a dealer! Sergei B's a dealer!
Sergei B! Sergei B!
Sergei B's a dealer! Whoo!
I don't even know
how the fuck to cut it, man.
You douchebag, bro.
Where the fuck's my phone?
So, look, bro…
From these two grams,
we'll be able to make…
-a shitload.
-How?
Go to the kitchen
and find anything that looks like blow.
That's not enough, bro.
No good, bro. Needs a bigger kick.
What's that you say?
You don't know how to sell it?
Buy once, cut twice
Triple your profit, then go re-up
-What about Ritalin? It's kiddie coke.
-Bro, that PE teacher took it all.
So, something else
you take for ADHD, then.
-I don't have ADHD.
-You don't?
Do I look like
I have some kind of disorder?
Something else, then.
Thanks a lot, bro
Don't thank me, go hustle
It's the only way to make it
Don't go chasing hoes
Stack your money high
When I'm slinging, wait in line
If you want more, then get behind
White snow like Raffaello
Versace specs are what I'm wearing
Sergei B's a dealer! Sergei B's a dealer!
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B's a dealer!
-Is that a sewing kit?
-Bro, it's my survival kit.
In this video, we'll show you
what should be in a survival kit.
I've got a few leftovers
I haven't taken, bro.
Can you even mix those?
Bro, you sell drugs,
but you know fuck all about 'em.
Check it out.
It's got all the drugs
and what happens when you mix them.
I'll start with…
K as in ketamine.
Ketamine?
Bro, what does the chart say?
Yellow. Calvin Klein, bro.
-Molly.
-MDMA…
Yellow.
M as in meth.
You do crystal?
No, just sometimes
when I need to get clean.
Speed.
Speed?
The poor man's cocaine.
D as in debts.
Shit, or is this more Special K?
Just a little!
Chill, bro. It's used to treat depression.
It's a horse tranquilizer.
A little bit of ket won't kill anyone.
What's GHB?
It's red everywhere.
GHB is for when you wanna fuck a lot.
But don't worry, it's liquid.
That's why people slip it
in chicks' drinks.
ROUND 2
C as in cut.
A as in almost done.
We can't sell it like that.
It's gotta be a rock.
How do you wanna stick it together?
So, just one more thing…
What chump do we sell it to?
We gotta test it.
We can't sell anything
we wouldn't try ourselves.
-Me? I can't, bro, I gotta stay clean.
-Why?
-I get tested. I'm on probation.
-You did a line earlier.
Yeah, but that was pure blow.
I'll piss it out by Wednesday.
And I found you passed out in the studio.
That was all prescription drugs.
What'd you even do to get on probation?
So, you passed out at a party.
It can happen to anyone.
Look at my hand, bro.
You passed out
with your dick in your hand?
Yeah.
And you got put on probation?
I was horny, bro.
I woulda fucked anything.
Never mind, then.
I'll test it myself.
-Do it! Do it! Do it!
-Come on!
Now! Do it! Do it!
Do it!
You're such a shit.
What an idiot.
Can you believe that?
I couldn't watch you anymore, bro.
Do you feel anything?
Bro, I don't feel a thing.
We gotta add more.
No, we're not adding anything else.
You've got the tolerance of Tyler Durden.
Buddy, if I had to take an exam
on smoking crystal…
I'd get an A-plus. I'm a diligent junkie.
We're only gonna sell this shit
to assholes.
Clear?
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
Teachers and cops
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad--
Bro, why you always gotta be so edgy?
Edgy?
The pissing.
What should I write about
when the world's full of assholes?
How about chicks?
You can piss on them too, but out of love.
You never pissed on Sára?
I don't piss. I diss.
Exactly, bro.
I write these tracks
because of assholes like Ivan.
Bro, Ivan doesn't seem
like an asshole to me.
So, you think it's okay to buy people?
To buy fame, man?
To buy Sára?
But you're buying Sergei, bro.
I don't have a rich dad.
And I'm not a hot girl. I'm just trying
to even up the starting line.
Speaking of lines,
who are we gonna sell this to?
To the chump
who's been calling me all day.
I don't care if it's Friday.
That's one hell of a chump, bro.
But before we sell it to him,
I need to talk to him.
What?
When I'm done talking,
I'll give you a signal.
What signal, bro? What do you mean?
The signal is that he's an asshole.
How do you all know each other?
From work.
Some corporation, right?
In fintech.
So, a fucking corporation.
It's not a corporation.
We've got a start-up.
A damned good one.
What the hell is that?
Start-up is a fancy word for a company
that doesn't make money.
And what do you do?
Me?
I make music.
So, a fancy word for a drug dealer.
So, how much do you faggots want?
-I don't know, a gram?
-No, two.
You going out tonight?
I dunno what they planned
for my bachelor party.
The only thing we can tell you
is that there's gonna be pussy.
-I don't want any pussy. I love Monika.
-But today, buddy, you're allowed.
So, how about ten?
Ten? Are you nuts?
We don't even need five, do we?
Well…
-Alright, we'll take ten.
-What? Wait…
-I'm not paying, man.
-I'll pay for it…
but I wanna sample it first.
-Go on, buddy.
-Do it.
-You want a straw?
-Let's go, boys.
What's that?
-What are you doing, man?
-You'll see…
You'll see, man, you'll see.
Introducing…
Jasmina.
Hi, gentlemen…
Not you, I guess…
So, it's you, eh?
I'd really like to, but I've got a girl.
Oh, what girl? Come on…
Touch me, don't be scared.
-Should we go?
-Where?
Somewhere we can enjoy ourselves.
Tell me why it's not working…
-Give him a line!
-Yeah, do a line!
-Do a line!
-You'll get hard, man!
You guys have blow? Can I have a line too?
Of course!
Can Jasmina have a line too?
Bro, where are you going?
-Hey, wait!
-Did I say something wrong?
-What are you doing, bro?
-We're leaving.
Why, bro? Ten grams is 25K!
I fucking said we're leaving.
You want more? I'll give you 30K.
Dan has to get laid tonight.
This shit is super strong.
Girls can't handle it.
You should've just said that.
We won't give her any. Easy-peasy, man.
-No, sorry, just no.
-Alex…
Bro, if you keep this up,
Sára's cunt is gonna be on Ivan's dick.
You want that?
Answer me, bro.
Only us guys will take it. Really.
Mainly Dan. Don't ruin his bachelor party.
But don't give any to Jasmina.
Or any other girls. Clear?
Clear.
Get rid of this.
You said 30, didn't you?
What the fuck are you doing, Láďa?
You told me to get rid of it.
Why are you looking so pissy again, bro?
We got 30K.
-I don't know who else to sell it to.
-I dunno. Let's go to a bar.
How about Ankali?
Ankali?
Full of students who split one E
between five of them. No point.
Karlovy Lázně? Duplex?
Do we have gelled hair
and Philipp Plein tees?
Nope.
So where else do people do coke?
At rap shows.
Well, there's only one in Prague tonight.
But there'll be plenty of assholes there.
Shit, bro, that fucking Albanian, though…
Next time, it's gonna cost you
a hell of a lot more.
Bitch. Get out of here.
Bro, how are we gonna
get past that geriatric?
Míra's cool.
Cool, bro? He took all my Ritalin!
If you just chill out, Míra will too.
Bro, he called me a junkie.
Shit, your eyes look like Toffifees.
Láďa, put on your fucking sunglasses
and shut your mouth.
If you keep quiet, you won't blow it.
-That's not ours.
-We don't know how it got there.
Alright, well, either I take it
and you go inside…
or you take it and go home.
Or I call the cops.
Let's let it go.
We'll go in. You can keep it.
Chill, bro.
Are you fucking kidding me?
-His mouth is running like a train.
-What, bro?
He had a really spicy kebab.
With garlic sauce, bro. Brutal.
From that dude in Žižkov.
You know him, right?
You know what, Sasha?
Take him and get the fuck outta here.
Míra, can't you make an exception? For me?
For you?
Thanks to you,
Ilir chewed my ass out, so--
Son of a bitch! You're a fucking pig!
Sasha, take him
and get the fuck outta here!
Míra, can I at least clean him up?
In the bathroom. Please. Look at him.
Please.
Hey, Láďa, are you alright?
Hey?
Fucking gross.
I'm fine, bro. What's up?
-You still got puke everywhere.
-What do you mean-- oh, shit.
What kind of shit did you mix in there?
It's cool, bro.
It's the only way he'd let us in.
And that sweat's just an act too?
Bro, it's from that kebab.
It's not some hipster kebab.
You know that dude
doesn't worry about quality.
Are you kidding me, bro?
What is it now, bro? What's up your ass?
We'll sell it here. It's good shit.
So, what the fuck?
You wanna make this banger or what?
You have to go down alone.
I can't let the Albanian see me.
You'll go down, find some assholes…
and bring them here.
Cool, cool. And how do I tell
that they're assholes, bro?
They have money, nice clothes, nice pussy…
They just think that they're better.
I don't care about people
They're all the same
You're all trash
So fuck you
Bring your dad
I'll fuck him up
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Every last one of you
I'd destroy you
You're just the sort
That I can't stand
We're laughing at you
But you think your jokes land
Even Jesus or Buddha
I'd knock his lights out
Bro…
Ta-da, bro!
Ciao.
Hi, sweetie.
Hola…
-What's up?
-Well, guys?
You retard,
they're barely out of high school.
So? They got straight As in getting high.
-Do you still have those poppers?
-Yeah, here you go.
So, what else are we gonna do?
I heard you've got the best gear around.
Like from Pablo himself.
We'd take a couple grams.
Boys…
The girl is holding money.
Don't you want to make money?
-Look how sad they are.
-Look at those eyes.
You can't say no to them. Or to me.
No way…
-It's not gonna happen!
-What do you mean?
You're trying to be
Sergei Barracuda, right?
With these little zits…
Everybody out!
Now!
Fuck, that's Ilir.
I can hear you!
Open the door or I'll break it down!
I'm counting to three…
One…
Two…
-Three--
-It's me, Daddy…
Daddy?
Genta?
-What are you doing in there?
-What do you think? I'm peeing.
In the men's room?
There was a line for the women's.
-Who's with you?
-I'm alone.
I heard voices, Genta.
Jesus Christ…
Open up!
For the last time, Genta,
get out here! Now!
-What are you doing in there?
-I was peeing. What else would I be doing?
-Who's in there with you?
-I'm alone.
Don't lie to me. Do I need to take a look?
-I'm alone--
-Genta!
Don't lie to your dad.
-Who is it?
-You wanna see?
-Yes.
-You really want to?
Don't you get cheeky with me.
I was doing poppers. That's why--
-What's this? Maki, you too?
-Hello…
-Honey, you…
-I was just peeing.
The world's gone mad…
If you want good gear, you should tell me.
Next time,
you and the girls come straight to me.
I can't let anything happen to you.
I love you.
Okay?
I love you too.
It's okay. They finally left.
Come on.
Láďa. Fuck, Láďa, are you okay? Hey, hey!
-Láďa, get up! Hey!
-What's wrong with him?
-There's nothing wrong with him, man.
-There's a lot wrong with him.
You dickhead, he's fucked.
So, what next, bro? Where to?
You were out cold
back there in the shitter.
That was just from the poppers
those cunts were sniffing.
-Why'd you even bring them?
-You told me to bring assholes.
You said yourself
that hot girls have it easy.
But we don't sell to girls. Do you get it?
I told you clearly.
That girl weighs probably 30 kilos.
It'd knock her out in a second.
-We should've sold it to 'em, bro.
-It's shit!
We can't sell it to anyone!
I wouldn't sell this shit
to the biggest asshole in the world.
Like a Friday Man?
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
Celebrities and haters
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad
Every last one of 'em, I'd piss on 'em all
That asshole's still there.
They won't let me in. You'll have to go.
You're not gonna pull your dick out,
are you?
Láďa?
Láďa?
Láďa, fuck, hey, Láďa!
God damn it, Láďa, hey!
-You're high.
-I'm cool.
You're high as a kite. You got this?
So, I gotta go there?
There, man.
Láďa, can you do this?
-I got this, bro.
-Yeah, you got this.
Never Sober Boys. Never Sober Boys.
-I got this.
-Yes. Go on.
Get up, man, you're lying here like a dog.
Come on.
Fuck, so that's why they say
ketamine's for animals.
Come on, man.
How much did you put in there?
How much?
Fuck's sake.
Láďa, how much did you put in there?
-Hey…
-Chart…
-What fucking chart?
-Chart…
Oh, that chart! You're a genius, man!
Look how smart you are!
So, how do we get you out of the k-hole?
Fuck…
Some kind of amphetamine, right, Láďa?
Speed…
Speed, man, alright, hold on…
Láďa, what's it look like, man?
-What does speed look like?
-White…
White? Everything in here is white.
Really white? A little white?
Fucking medium? What?
Come on, man.
Fuck. Again, man. More.
Like that. Yeah.
Oh, fuck, you faggot, bro…
What's wrong?
That's crystal, bro.
Well, at least
you're gonna get clean then, right?
Láďa, man, come on. Yes.
Feeling better now?
I can feel my legs.
So, you'll go inside…
And bring that asshole
David Černý out here.
Clear?
Don't let Ivan see you, alright?
And most importantly,
don't let Sára see you.
That'd be a shit show. Okay?
And what if Sára snorts some?
Sára doesn't do drugs, man.
She hates them.
So, who are you gonna bring here?
Jan Černý?
No, for fuck's sake, man!
David Černý, the sculptor!
-Okay?
-Oh…
What does he look like, man?
-You tell me. How should I know?
-Fuck.
Black tank top, sandals, shorts.
He looks like a hobo, man. David Černý.
Okay? So come on. Go, man.
Go.
Hold on, I don't know who…
Tell me one more time.
Fucking David Černý. The sculptor.
Babies and buses, man…
-What sculptures, bro? Babies?
-It doesn't matter!
David Černý.
Black tank top, shorts, sandals.
Sandals? So that's Honza Černý.
He made your shoes.
No, man! You think Honza Černý
would wear fucking sandals?
-Dickhead…
-Go!
Fuck…
-You're high, motherfucker.
-No, you're high, man.
Go fuck yourself.
Come on, Láďa.
Yes…
Fuck, yes…
What the hell is that dickhead doing?
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle…
Fuck…
Every night and every day
I was counting up that pay
Cash, respect, and sway
What made you change your mind… Aleš?
How much do you want?
Gucci tee greasy from chicken wings
They say you've got
the best gear in Prague.
So, four grams.
-How about five?
-Alright, five.
Everyone snorts this shit, man,
but not everyone's in politics.
Every night and every day
I was counting up that pay
-How much?
-Gimme two fucking grams.
That'll be 8K, then, please.
Have fun, guys.
Is this some kind of bullshit?
It's the best shit I've had in a while.
Just came in. I went to Berlin--
It looks like you pulled it
out of your ass, man.
So?
-It's alright.
-Yeah?
Forty…
Fifty, sixty…
Eighty…
Ninety, one twenty…
One thirty-two, man!
Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Whoo! Yes!
I'm gonna ride like this today, bro.
Dude, I love you, you know that?
You know I love you.
Never Sober Boys.
What are you doing here?
I came to tell you that I did it.
What?
I'm gonna record that banger with Sergei.
I'll play it for you tomorrow.
So what?
That's not enough for you?
You still don't get it.
Tomorrow, then.
Alex…
Come here…
Do you have something?
Something?
Colombia.
What?
Blow, coke, snow…
Coca, yayo, nose candy, powder, sugar…
Raffaello…
-A rail…
-You're drunk?
I wanna do a line…
You don't do lines.
No, I didn't do lines. Because of you.
But now…
I need to draw a big, fat line
under our relationship.
Funny.
It is kind of funny…
Do you get it? Because we broke up.
What are you doing, bro?
The show's that way.
We're going to the studio.
But we gotta go meet Sergei soon.
I gotta lay it down one more time.
What are you talking about, bro?
It's gotta be a banger.
Every last one of you
I'd piss on you all
Politicians and ministers
I'd piss on 'em all
Teachers and cops
I'd piss on 'em all
Celebrities and haters
I'd piss on 'em all
All your stupid whores
I'd piss on 'em all
The people in your crew
I'd piss on 'em all
Your mom and your sister and your dad
Every last one of 'em, I'd piss on 'em all
You still don't get it.
You're right.
There's too much piss.
This…
We can't play this for Sergei.
We gotta rewrite it.
Now, bro?
All the biggest bangers
are made in ten minutes.
Yeah, but we don't have ten minutes.
We gotta be at Sergei's
in ten minutes, bro.
I just said that because…
I didn't want to tell you
I hadn't set things up with Sergei.
Bro, we're this close. This close!
Now everyone's gonna know
your name, your face.
Sára, bro?
Sára's gonna piss herself when she hears
you did a collab with Sergei.
Never Sober Boys.
It's that corporate rat.
-I bet he wants a re-up.
-He bought ten Gs.
Bro, he had enough guys
for an Olympic team.
…the party you have dialed
is currently on the line…
Man… what if it made them sick?
What could make them sick, bro?
They've just got hungry noses.
Man, what if something
really happened to them?
Alex, we gotta go see Sergei.
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B!
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B!
Sergei B!
Make a mess!
Meet me on the corner
Meet me on the corner
Meet me on the corner
Got half a kilo in my bag
Meet me on the corner
Meet me on the corner
Meet me on the corner
Got half a kilo in my bag
What the fuck happened here, man?
Fuck. Láďa, you hear that?
Fuck, Láďa…
You guys were snorting
your brains out, eh?
Fuck! Hey, are you okay?
Dan? Hey, Dan! Come help me with him.
How much did you guys take?
How much did she take?
-Láďa…
-What, bro? Do I look like an exorcist?
I could give her some speed,
but maybe she'll just snap out of it.
Fuck, man…
I'm gonna call an ambulance.
No, don't. I've got a fiancée.
I've got a job…
Do something with her.
It looks like that video of you
jerking off in the club!
Like with that rape drug or whatever, man.
-You mean GHB?
-Yeah.
You retard, you can snort GHB too.
Really? That's news to me.
The whole chart is red.
You shouldn't mix it with anything!
But I'm fine, bro.
Because you're always fucking fine, man!
What happened?
What happened?
Fucking gross…
-Where'd you learn that?
-I saw a video on YouTube.
Hello, get back.
What did she take?
GHB.
A lot.
Miss, can you hear me?
Ketamine, cocaine…
Speed…
MDMA…
Where's the rest?
Where'd you put the rest, man?
My friends left with it.
Where?
I don't know.
They left me here to get laid.
Call and tell them
to go to the hospital. Now!
Do it. Call them, please.
Unavailable.
-Where's that douchebag?
-Fuck, bro.
God, he's standing right there.
Can't he open the door?
Fucking answer it.
Boys… where are you?
-No, I didn't fuck her.
-Give me that, man.
Where are those ten Gs, man?
At what concert?
-Say Sergei B!
-Sergei B!
-Say Sergei B!
-Sergei B!
-Say 7-1-3!
-7-1-3!
-7-1-3!
-7-1-3!
Come on!
Come on!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
They ask me how I do it
You gotta know
Anything you need
I got it, bro
-A joint in my right hand, my left
-Is in her hole!
-If rap is a woman, every day I'm in that
-Ho!
Where the fuck are you going?
Do you have the ten Gs
that just landed here?
It's spiked! We cut it with some bad shit
we didn't even know we had.
I don't care! Ilir fucking reamed me!
This is really bad shit, don't you get it?
-So what, man?
-Míra, do you want someone to die?
What's that you say?
You don't know how to sell it?
Buy once, cut twice
Triple your profit, then go re-up
Thanks a lot, bro!
Don't thank me, go hustle
It's the only way to make it
Don't go chasing hoes…
Ilir…
What's this asshole doing here?
Get him out of here!
That ten Gs of coke,
who'd you sell it to?
I like this.
What are you doing?!
-What?
-Sergei B's a dealer!
Do you want Genta to take that shit?!
Sergei B's a dealer!
What if Genta took it?!
I'd never sell it to Genta!
I just watched a girl almost die!
It's spiked, don't you get it?
-How do you know Genta?
-They wanted to buy from me.
I said no,
but that shit got in here anyway.
Shit, did you sell that ten?
Of course I did.
What kind of question is that?
To who?
Don't thank me, go hustle
It's the only way to make it
What are you doing, bro?
You know this track?
Today it's got
five million views on YouTube.
-Before I start shooting
-I'll let you pick a coffin!
Are you high?
Did you buy anything? No?
-Instead of sugar, I take
-MDMA in my coffee!
-Motherfuckers praying
-That the cops'll catch me!
Come on!
-Got my name in your mouth, cunt?
-I hope you fuckin' die!
Did you take anything?
I can see it in your eyes.
A notorious hustler
White tee and a snapback
Gonna get my money
Don't try to stop me
Did you take anything?
Crossing right to left
Driving like I stole it
I load up the bong
And then I let it bubble
Ayy…
Thank God we're alive
Did anyone fucking sell you anything?
-Kill a blunt in one drag
-Smoke all around me
-A second later, I hit the club
-Like a sandstorm!
-Say it!
-7-1-3! 7-1-3!
Bro, what are you doing?
-I'm going to the stage to talk to Sergei.
-What, bro?
The crowd will listen to him, man!
-Say 7-1-3!
-7-1-3!
And what are you gonna tell him,
you idiot?
The truth!
Thank you all for tonight. It was great.
What about the banger, bro?
You can forget about the collab
with Barracuda… or with anyone else.
And somebody here
has to fucking die for it?
You'll fuck everything up.
Fuck, open up!
What do you want?
-I'm here for Sergei.
-You're late. Piss off.
-5K euros.
-Fuck off.
-5K euros.
-Deal's off. Get lost.
-I gotta see Sergei. Someone could die!
-Yeah, you if you don't leave.
-Gimme that chain, motherfucker!
-You cunt!
Who the fuck are you?
And what are you doing backstage?
Valentin--
So, you're the little shit
who keeps bugging me…
who won't leave me alone,
and who's gonna give me
5,000 euros for a collab.
Sergei.
Alex.
You're tenacious.
I like that.
You're like me. Come sit with us.
What's your name again? Aleš?
Alex.
Everybody, listen up.
This is Alex.
He's gonna hang with us tonight.
I'm gonna do a track with him,
so remember his name.
Alex…
Why today?
Sergei, will you give me an autograph?
Why do you need this collab today?
My girl…
Because of my girl.
You know what the most overvalued
commodity on the planet is?
Pussy.
I put my career, my mission, and my music
before any kind of pussy,
always and everywhere.
Make money and forget about pussy.
-Look what I found…
-Finally.
-I'll line up the goodies.
-Line 'em up.
Fuck, here you go.
You want any?
Have some, bro.
It'll solve all your problems, bro.
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B!
They're calling for you.
-They're calling you back to the stage.
-That's not enough.
We'll let 'em wait.
They gotta deserve it.
Sergei B! Sergei B! Sergei B!
Hey, it looks like they're hungry.
Should we give 'em one more?
You deserve it.
What's up with you and Sergei?
You gonna do a track with him?
I'm freakin' out
This might be the last thing I write
I may not even see tomorrow
Been on the corner
For a few years and weeks
And all around me I see
Strange faces
Strange faces
Strange faces…
What are you doing?
Everybody shut up!
Alex wants to announce something.
Come on, tell them yourself.
-Come on!
-Talk!
Come on! Fucking spit it out!
I just…
I have to tell you that…
-Talk!
-Come on!
If you bought any coke here tonight
or even just did a line…
You could die! It's spiked!
Go to the hospital now!
And how the fuck do you know?
Come on, out with it.
I cut it myself.
You asshole!
Get the fuck out of here!
Piss off!
Cunt!
Go fuck yourself!
Láďa!
Láďa, come here!
Fucking come here!
-Bro, the cops are coming!
-I know! I'm fucking waiting for them!
Are you crazy, bro?
Bro, what about those high-class idiots?
Let's go!
Hello?
Is anyone here?
Hello?
Anyone here?
Where is everyone?
You're asking me?
They went to the hospital.
They saw you on the internet.
Is everyone okay?
Can you get Sára for me?
I need to talk to her, to apologize.
-She's not here.
-Where is she?
Aren't you her boyfriend?
-And you and her…?
-No.
Don't ever deal in my bar again.
This is a decent establishment.
Fuck, this is brutal, bro.
Look what everybody's writing about you.
Well, they finally know my name.
And what about the cops, bro?
I'll go there, but…
Before that…
we gotta do one thing, Láďa.
The silence is killing me
It was too much to fight
Is it day or night?
Who's gonna say stop?
My legs are giving out
I still haven't had enough
Gravity's pulling me down, oh
Away from my dreams
Into my nightmares
I watched everything I had disappear
The only thing left inside me was fear
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
And hell is calling me down now
Maybe I'll find my peace
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
And hell is calling me down now
Maybe I'll find my peace
I watched everything I had disappear
The only thing left inside me was fear
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
And hell is calling me down now
Maybe I'll find my peace
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
That they won't know my name
That they won't know my face
You alright?
Me, bro?
You had a hell of a cocktail.
Kratom, Ritalin, cocaine,
ketamine, speed, GHB.
-That'd kill a horse.
-Classic, bro.
A Friday heptathlon, bro.
You're an idiot, man.
Alright…
You sure you wanna
take the fall for everything?
Of course.
Keep it.
What good is it to me?
-Thanks, bro.
-You too, bro.
-Never Sober Boys.
-Never Sober Boys.
I'm gonna go up and change.
Proper swag for the clink.
Shit, man…
Happy?
Happy?
Happy?
Happy!
What are you doing here?