Echoes (2016) - full transcript
♪ GUITAR STRUMS
♪ GUITAR STRUMS FADE OUT
Hey.
Luis, hijo, on your way home
from school do me a favor, get
some more of this, okay?
You gonna have a good day?
All right.
Hey!
Look at me. Don't skip.
Why you assume I'm
gonna skip, Mom? You--
Be quiet. I
mean it, don't skip, you go
to every class,
you hear me? Come here.
♪ QUIET UPBEAT MUSIC
So, what do you think?
I'll show them the pictures.
They'll probably get some guys
out here sometime next week.
Next week? Look, if it rains
again we'll be out a fuckin'
bed. Last time all
they did was paint over it.
I mean it came back, right?
Doesn't that mean that it's
real, like it's
structural and shit?
All I can do is report the
damage. Tell them what I see.
Management
hires the contractors.
Yo, if you're gonna raise rent
we need to have shit like this
fixed. Otherwise we're not gonna
live here, I mean this is bull--
I don't own this house. I work
for Tri-Equities, they own it.
All I can do is report the
damage, you understand?
♪ INDISTINCT CAR RADIO
Yeah.
Look, it's gonna get fixed.
Just give it a little time.
Alright?
Alright.
Fuck.
Hey! You fuck. Fucking.
You fucker!
You... God damn it!
You fucking kidding me?
♪ LOW INDISTINCT MUSIC
Hi.
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING
♪ GUITAR STRUMS AND DRUM BEATS
Ten fuckin' days, man.
Are you fucking kidding me?
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
Oh my god.
- Mwah.
- Whoa!
That's a fucking caveman.
It is, Jesus!
- Jump! Jump!
- Whoo!
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
Oh, that fit nicely, huh?
The exact same paper.
We both get credit.
He's a fuckin' moron!
Shut the fuck up, that's bullshit.
Just fuckin' try it.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC
Yo, I'm out.
Oh--
You're a dick.
What's good?
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
He ain't gonna do it, dude.
Every time he talks to Marta
he's all big and shit, then
her fuckin' boyfriend comes
around the corner and
Luis fuckin' bounces.
Yeah, and how many times have
you tried to get Ana Castillo's
number, huh?
How'd that work out for you?
Man, she could
do whatever she wants.
Meaning anything but you.
Man, fuck you Jaime.
Why do you even get cigarettes
if you can't light 'em?
Fuck you.
Yo, I sent it.
What'd you say?
Asked her to go with me, what
the fuck else? Do you wanna ask
Ana or are you still
going to be a bitch about it?
Dude, we're not even graduating
this year, why do you care?
Oh, he is. Oh, wait.
Man, I'm not even tryin' to go
to that, so shut the fuck up.
Hey, you ain't tryin' to go
because you don't know anybody
in your fuckin'
grade, that's why.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Shut the fuck up!
Here, take a swig.
Calm down.
Yo, my mom said we might be
movin' at the end of the summer,
so... the least you two fuckers
can do is make the
end of the year count.
Dude.
Go cry about it, fool.
Alright, we got a movie in like
twenty minutes, you guys down?
Yo, you got me, bro?
Why do I always
have to pay for your shit?
It's 'cause your big ass mama
works hard, dog, let's go!
She don't work for you!
She don't work for you!
Let's go! Let's go.
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING
You know Nina Marquette?
♪ STRUMMING STOPS
Uh...
while she was booked I was
doing some background on her.
You know, looking
for her parents, family...
that sorta thing?
You police?
No, I work for the city.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
No, man. I'm
sorry, I haven't seen her.
You sure? 'Cause I been hearin'
she's been spending time around
here. You know, Sunset,
Laveta, over by the Echo...
and a few other little
places that you might, uh--
Hey, listen, um, why don't you
get the fuck outta here? Yeah?
Fuck off.
Hey, he-...Look, it's not for
you. I don't know you, alright?
But I do know she
has a brother in Pasadena.
Maybe he's got a bed for her.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC FADES IN
♪ WE FRY FOES
INTO ZEROES DONUTS,
MC'S OF THE DAY HAVE
ALLERGIES, NO NUTS ♪
♪ OH SHUCKS, THEY WANT TO
BLOW UP, THEY TRY RAPPIN' ♪
♪ YEAH, I'MA GET CLOSE IF
THIS BUM COULD HAPPEN ♪
Hey, whassup doggie?
What's with the faggot-ass
flannel, homie?
Eh? You been dodging us.
You know me?
- Gimme your ID.
- Hurry up.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
Jimenez.
Yo, I seen your mom around.
She's still got that
little dog and shit, right?
- Gimme your phone.
- Hurry up.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
Okay?
Get out of here, kid.
Take it easy, eh?
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
Two years.
And they're pretty good
with rent, and bills, and everything?
Yeah.
Well, look, you know the
neighborhood's changing.
You know, property values are
going up, so if they can't do it
then the house has to be made
available for people who can.
Will I be kept on as management?
To be honest, you
know, I can-, I can't say.
As it is you're working with
a part-time contract, so
management staff may wanna bring
someone else on. And you know, I
know you have a kid and it's
gonna be tough, I'm just trying
to be honest with you.
Is there anything I can do?
Pilar, look, the, the, the type
of work you're talking about is
substantial, okay? And, if they
can't meet this new number,
then the arrangement has to
change. I would say, you know,
plan accordingly.
♪ SOFT MELANCHOLY MUSIC
♪ SOFT MELANCHOLY
MUSIC CONTINUES ♪
Hey baby.
What's that?
Nothing.
Luis,
Sit down, please.
What's up?
Look, I'm only telling you this
just in case something at work
doesn't happen right.
Things may change for us.
What do you mean?
Well, you understand why we
might be moving
at the end of the summer?
Cause you say, "Just
too expensive, eh?"--
Hey! What did I tell you about
that mouth? You and these
detentions and the social
workers calling? You just--
Ah, Mom, you cuss more
than anybody I know.
Shut up
with that shit, Luis.
This?
Look, I got my license so I
could work part-time, but I only
manage that one unit
you visited, remember?
Yeah.
Okay, well, if the tenant moves
out, then management could
replace me. And if that happens
I need you to sort of roll with
things. You understand?
How much more we need?
Don't. Okay? Just do me a favor,
just focus on school, okay?
Okay?
Alright, you guys
wanna hear it or what?
Nope.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.
I'm gonna play it anyway.
No, you're not.
♪ I had the nerve
to wake up again ♪
♪ to stick out my feet and
put 'em down on the curb ♪
♪ With a haircut that's fucked,
and a shitty disposition ♪
♪ and with my father
shedding his tears ♪
♪ Well I think back
to why I cared ♪
♪ but now I can't
and so I won't ♪
♪ And I'm gonna sit and see if
I wake up again tomorrow ♪
♪ Oh why, oh why do you care?
♪ oh why do you stare?
♪ No you shouldn't
give a fuck about me, ♪
♪ 'cause I won't
about you, oh no ♪
♪ So don't, don't
give me your prayers, ♪
♪ my mama she tried
♪ Yeah she knelt every day
♪ but Hell's bouncer
says he is inside, oh I ♪
♪ But as she walks away, I catch
a glimpse of her back man, ♪
♪ my hands start to shake
♪ So I'm gonna sit on this
fucking street corner ♪
♪ 'til I'm way past awake
♪ Hey, hey, hey, yeah
'til I'm way past awake ♪
♪ Until I'm way past awake
Mmm. Like the song.
Why, thank you man.
You talk to your girl yet?
Ha ha ha ha. Nope.
No, he did not.
Your mouth
full with that burger though.
Wanna bite?
Yeah, fuck yeah. Mmm.
♪ DISTANT ROCK MUSIC
♪ MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES
♪ MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES
♪ SLOW SYNTHETIC MUSIC
Yeah. No, but they
haven't sent the sides yet.
They will. They're gonna
send you the sides, okay?
They're not gonna
let you go in there--
Wait, hang on. Hang on.
Okay, they just sent them.
See?
Uh, anyway, let's touch
base, uh, after I go in.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
How do you feel?
Good. Actually ready
to start booking shit.
Um, anyway I'll
talk to you tomorrow?
Um, hey, by the way, I'm gonna
swing by Tim's thing later, but,
uh, after that I have
the apartment free.
Uh. I don't know. Um.
I don't know, maybe.
Um, yeah, okay.
I'll see you later.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC IN DISTANCE
- Hi.
- Hi.
Ah, sorry.
Jesus. Hmm.
How was set?
- Dope.
- Dope.
How was work?
Uh, fucking exhausting. Yeah.
And I have to go back in
tonight, at, uh, ten.
Why?
Because I hafta
cover Carrie's shift,
and I thought we
could use the money.
Oh.
So, let's see it?
What?
The leak?
What do you wanna
see the leak for? I mean...
Why do I wanna see the leak
that's over our bed that's...
Yeah.
dripping on our
faces in the morning?
Like every time,
it's just like you and
this fuckin' leak, like...
Every time it's me
and this fucking leak?
I mean... just
relax a little, like...
I'm, I'm pretty
relaxed, I think, yeah.
I mean, but you, you're, you're
freakin' out because I said
- fucking like it's...
- I'm freaking out. Wow.
Okay. Wow. Alright, well, you
know what? Don't move. I got it.
You, you party,
okay? Here you go.
Fuck.
This is so fucked.
♪ MUFFLED HIP HOP
MUSIC CONTINUES ♪
I'm sorry, okay?
Okay.
One hour.
Then you take Luna, then bed.
Crashin' out?
Yeah.
You alright?
Yeah, I'm... Yeah.
Have a good night, son.
Yo.
♪ UPBEAT POP MUSIC
I'm gonna go
say hi to Kristen.
Ho-ho. You made it. Here,
fill up, man. Get over here.
- How you fuckin' doin'?
- How you been, man?
What's happening?
How you been, man?
I'm good, how you been?
You been working?
You get up this week?
Course I did, you pussy.
Yeah? Which one?
The one on Hillhurst?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Shut down three weeks
ago, no shit. Fucking asshole.
Fuck you.
Full of shit. Yeah, how's that
tas- You drink beer before?
- It's okay.
- Didn't think so.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Yeah.
So, uh...
what's up with that?
Look, I'm, I'm just sayin'...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What're you just sayin'?
Alright. Dude, you've known
about this bullshit for months.
Like, every time I ask you about
it you dodge it. You act like it
doesn't exist, or like
you don't give a shit.
Like, have you guys got some
sorta circus family shit goin'
on? Like, you do a set of
stand-up, then she goes
and blows her manager,
- What the fuck?
- and then, Jesus--
Oh, come on, alright, we
get it. We get it, we get it.
Look, listen.
I'm
moving back east. Yeah.
Are you serious?
You know, man, I been doin'...
this for two fuckin' years.
It's time.
What about your stand-up?
I came up in Boston
and... I don't know.
It's out. It's not fair to him
or me, okay? I'm gonna go home.
I want you to
come after the party.
You said it seems like
I don't give a shit, right?
Maybe I don't.
♪ LOUD HIP HOP MUSIC
No, be honest.
What do you think so far?
Of what? The house?
The house, the
neighborhood, whatever.
It seems nice, right?
I don't know.
Okay. What's nice for
you, let's start with that.
Rain.
The Pint on Third and Thompson.
That guy in
Washington Square Park,
- Right.
- with the, uh, pigeons?
I like seein' him around.
Okay, so basically
shit that's not here.
I mean, but what about
Paris, huh? You don't miss it?
Mm. Yeah, I miss it, sure.
But I like what
I'm seeing here so far.
I just don't know. I mean, I was
walking down Sunset, yesterday,
and I'm passing dollar stores,
thrift shops, supermarkets and
shit like that, right? All of
sudden I see this coffee shop
with its menu posted outside?
Fucking five seventy five for a
small coffee. A small coffee.
I almost took a
fucking picture of it.
Okay, so what? They serve
gourmet coffee, why do you care?
Just fucking five seventy five?
For, for some tap water strained
through beans? I mean,
that's not a coffee,
that's a go fuck yourself.
I mean, so far this neighborhood
is what? People like you and me,
Yuck.
You know, that, that, that
punk kid, by the burger spot,
you know, Dodgers fans.
Mm-hmm.
And apparently rich-ass
motherfuckers flyin'
coffee in from Jupiter.
- Flying in from Jupiter?
- Uh-huh.
Are you gonna use that on stage?
Look, I think that you need to
put New York in your rear view
mirror, you know? I miss Paris
but I'm not gonna get a tattoo
of the fuckin' Eiffel
Tower on my forehead.
So, what? You're sayin'
you're glad you came with me?
We'll be happy here,
right? Like this will work?
Sure. Right?
♪ SOFT SYNTHETIC MUSIC
I mean, we're lying here and
we're talkin' about New York
and Paris. But,
we're here now, right? I'm...
I just need to feel like,
you know what this is.
What is this?
It's real.
♪ SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES
♪ LOUD HIP HOP MUSIC
- Hey.
- Hey.
You didn't say you were leavin'.
Yeah, I couldn't find you.
I assumed you were
with Tim or somebody.
You sure you gotta go?
Yeah, I said that I'd
cover the shift, like now.
♪ DISTANT PARTY MUSIC
Okay.
I'll see ya later?
Yo! Pop! Pop! Pop! Motherfucker!
Yeah!
You know he shit himself.
You're the only one shitting
himself, man. You was all like,
"Yo, what if he got a
gun behind his belt?"
What if he did?
You know he was one of
these college kids startin' up a
frozen yogurt shop and shit.
He ain't carryin' a fuckin' gat.
Hey, pass that back, man.
I was as intimidating as fuck.
Fuckin' two year
old, with a Nerf gun.
Shut the fuck up.
What'd you do?
Wha- I'm the wheel man, dawg!
Sounds like an excuse to me.
- Here.
- C'mon, fool.
Hey! Keep your eyes
on the road, bitch!
I ain't tryin' to fuckin'
die, what the fuck?
♪ SOFT HIP HOP MUSIC
You can sit down over there.
No, I was takin' a
piss- Fuck you!
Yo, you hear what
happened with Mario?
No.
So my cousin was just posted up
on the block, right? And then
this Sonata rolls up across the
street. Couldn't see who the
drivers were. And yo, when they
left? Mario was layin' on the
sidewalk. Both his legs were
broken. This was eight in the
morning. Mario said they were
Crescent Terrace boys from East
Hollywood. And he's
screamin', cryin', talkin'
about how he's never gonna be
able to walk or use his legs
again in his life and shit? So
Cuz tells the Barrio Boys down
the way. Two days later, Mario
tells my cousin he heard the
Sonata got found
torched, the driver laid out.
Eight in the fuckin' morning.
Who gives a fuck?
Wasn't he gettin' with
some girl out there though?
Yeah, I think he was fuckin'
with one of the girlfriends or
some shit, sisters.
It ain't no joke, though.
See you fuckers later.
Hey, yo.
That shit with Mario?
That's just for us, okay?
Peace, motherfucker.
I like to assume that
everyone in my life is lying'
to me about something.
Uh, because then I don't have to
confront anybody about shit,
ever. You know, I get like
this intense joy, and like,
gratification by knowing that
somebody cares enough about my
feelings, to like,
actively, lie to me.
Um, got a girlfriend,
and uh,
met her in Paris.
She lies to me.
And, uh, you know
her dad had just died, so you
know I think in a lotta ways
that kinda brought us closer
together. So things were great
for awhile. You know, and
then we decided to move to LA,
and then... Yeah.
I don't if you've ever been
cheated on before, but, uh,
those first few weeks
before you find out are kinda
great, you know? 'Cause it's
like, you got all this free
time, right? But, uh, it's kinda
weird 'cause she's like, gone a
lot, and then also you're just
like happy as fuck, because
she's just like, gone a lot.
But, uh... you realize that
rather than, like, deal with the
fact that your girlfriend might
be cheating on you, you'd rather
just sit around the house, like
watching, like, overlong, like,
extended editions of Al Pacino
movies, you know, like Scarface
in particular. Like, I just like
sitting in the room, watching
the scene where he's just,
like, dangling from the
helicopter, and I just scream at
the TV like, "Chichi, get the
yayo." You guys do that?
"Say hello to my little friend"?
♪ SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
Uh. Well, uh, anyways this,
it's not quite over, we're
still together. But, um, it's
weird. You know?
'Cause I do still love her.
Call me crazy, call
me... whatever, but, uh...
I like makin' her laugh.
Yeah. Miss that.
Well, anyways, fuck me, right?
Right.
You really know how
to win a crowd, don't ya?
Not really about
that laugh, huh?
You guys were inside?
No, you can hear it if
you hang around the back.
Hey, have you ever noticed that
your standup is basically just
whining and
complaining about shit?
Well, look Nina, I'm sorry I
didn't cater my act to you, but
unlike you guys, everybody else
inside is not, like, booze bags,
street punks, you know? So.
- Aw.
- Cute.
Yeah. You guys
ever think about leaving?
The neighborhood?
No.
I mean, where would we go?
I don't think you think about
leaving, I think you just kinda
do it, you know? Or you don't.
Don't throw that word around
fucking lightly, you know?
Don't throw that
fucking word around lightly!
I mean, what am I supposed to
say, huh? Wha- wha- wha- what,
what do you want
me say? You told me--
You had two years! You had two
fuckin' years to say something.
I'm sorry, all right?
Shut the fuck up.
♪ SPORADIC PIANO MUSIC
♪ PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES
Psst.
What's her name?
Ernesto.
Okay.
I'm kidding.
Go on. Her name's Luna.
Hi, Luna. Hi.
She's adorable.
Yeah.
Hey, do you mind
if I, uh... bum a cigarette?
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
So, what's your deal?
My deal?
Yeah. You're what? Sixteen?
It's two AM, on a Monday
night, or Tuesday,
actually, right? Yeah.
I take her out for a
walk sometimes. You know...
Mom doesn't notice, so...
What about your dad?
Nah. What about you?
What about me, what?
I don't know, alone in a park
and shit? Two AM? Your parents?
You ain't scared?
Nobody's worried about you?
Uh, I'm not from here. My
mom's back home and, uh...
my dad died before
I moved out here. So...
Where's home?
Paris.
I'm sorry.
You don't smoke.
- No.
- Yeah.
Tell me something.
Do you ever
feel like, um... you know?
No. What do you mean?
I don't know.
Well, what do you do?
Um, I'm a bartender.
And I
act, a little, I guess.
Uh, I'm Luis.
Leanna.
♪ LOUD MUSIC APPROACHES
Hey. You should go home.
♪ LOUD MUSIC FADES
♪ INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BEGINS
♪ INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BUILDS
♪ INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BUILDS
What time do
you have to be on set?
Half hour. Kristen told me you
were reading for a part today.
Why didn't you tell me?
I feel bad.
I feel bad and
alone all the time, so...
I'm so sorry.
Hey.
Hmm?
- Hey, let's get outta here.
- Mmmmm
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING
Some guy came
by the corner yesterday.
Who?
I don't know.
Said he worked for the city.
He was askin' about you.
Yeah, those
fuckers don't quit, huh?
You ever hear from your folks?
Oh yeah, all the time. My dad
just cruises on by the corner
with a care package full of
waffles and gummy bears.
Tellin' me to go home?
Eh.
When I got out the first time...
social worker told me
to go home, see my dad.
So I did.
Saw him inside,
from the front lawn.
Went up to the front
door and just... knocked.
♪ SOFT MELANCHOLY MUSIC
I know he saw me. And I
know he knows I saw him, so...
And he just gets up
from where he's sitting and...
goes into the kitchen.
I hooked up with Pinky at
the squat on East Sixth and,
that was that.
What about your
brother? You ever try him?
Dipped when he was eighteen.
Lived down south awhile
and I doubt I'll see him again.
Leave.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC STARTS SLOWLY
Yo.
♪ THIS TIME IT GOTTA BE
DIFFERENT I'M TRYIN' TO MAKE A ♪
♪ DIFFERENCE, NOT TRYIN'
TO GO TO PRISON ♪
♪ NOT TRYIN TO BE A VICTIM, BUT
♪ IN MY POSITION I
NEED TO HAVE A VISION, ♪
♪ NO FOOD UP IN THE KITCHEN,
NOW WE FACING EVICTION, SO ♪
♪ I'M ON A MISSION...
Yo!
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
Where we going?
Somewhere to talk.
♪ MUSIC STOPPED
I can't
believe it, honestly, Kiko. Let's go.
That little kid
took your skateboard?
He's fast. What do
you want from me?
- He is fast.
- He's like five.
He's like five years old!
I was, Don't fuck
on me. You were gone.
No one was here
helpin' me out. Fuck you.
A five year old
took your fuckin' skateboard!
Whatever.
I said I'd think about it.
I ain't said I'm goin' with
you yet. I'll see
you tomorrow though.
Alright.
Dude, you're
fucking embarrassing.
- Fuck. What?
- That's disgusting.
I can see your
fuckin' boner from here.
Oh, yeah, could you?
Who are you taking?
Shut the fuck up!
sandwich too, boy.
Hey, what's up, bro?
What's up?
Aw, shit, you cut the whole
day and don't tell nobody?
Yeah, so?
What are you guys doing?
What are you talkin' about?
He got Ana
Castillo's number today.
Ana Castillo? Shit, really? Did
she see your fuckin' boner, huh?
Aw, yeah, shut the fuck up.
You spend your day playin' all
hard, then you give me shit?
What, are you sensitive now?
Gotta watch my fuckin' mouth,
huh? Why you
bein' a little bitch?
- I'm being a bitch.
- Yeah.
Yo, you guys need to chill
the fuck out, you know.
Dude, do whatever
the fuck you want,
I don't give a shit,
but Ricardo told me that
dude Blue Eyes did four
years for movin' weed and blow
across the street from
a fuckin' middle school.
Ha, ha, ha. Foot, foot!
Yo, shut the
fuck up, you bum!
Yo, fuck you, bitch!
Fuck you, Crusty the Clown!
Fuck you, fuck you motherfucker!
Lookin' like Mad Max
over there and shit. Fuck off!
Yo, he's trippin'. First
time he got smoked up was
seventh grade. Where the fuck do
you think I got that shit from?
Fuckin' Vonz?
Hey, man, I gotta
go. Catch you later?
Alright, man.
Why dontcha come
over here, baby, huh?
Hell no, I don't
wanna catch the herpes.
Back up.
Don't break your ankle
again. That shit's dangerous.
Shut the fuck up.
♪ UPBEAT GUITAR AND DRUM MUSIC
Fuck. Ow! Motherfucker!
Aw, shit! Oh, god damn it.
You alright there, buddy?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Fuck.
Talk to your girl yet?
Yeah.
So? Was she?
Ooh.
I felt guilty.
Eh. Well, at least now you know.
Also, I didn't tell you, um...
Mm?
You know, we decided when we
were talkin' shit out that, um
she's gonna go visit her parents
for a while, well, her mom, and,
um, I'm gonna find
a new place, you know?
Wait, really?
So I'm not gonna see you
around the neighborhood anymore?
Huh. Hey, can I tell
you something, man?
Your problems...
I really just don't give a shit.
I mean, seriously, I could give
a fuck. You know what I mean?
Like, I like you, you're fine,
but I mean, come on, me...
Hey, I admit, it's, it's,
it's fair, okay? I, I get it,
I get it, you know?
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
Hey, uh, see you around, yeah?
Uh, no doubt, man.
That guy who came
around the corner yesterday?
What is it?
Your brother's
address in Pasadena.
♪ MUSIC FADES
What the fuck am I
supposed to do with this?
Whatever you want.
Luis.
Yeah?
Hey. Just stay
right there, okay?
Yeah.
When did
you get back from--
You know that, that change
I told you might happen?
I just got the call.
It's just always been me.
It's just me.
Luis, the door.
♪ SAD INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
What was he like back then?
He ran things right.
Look, kid.
The night I got brought into
this, I was younger than you.
I was eleven. Fuckin' tiny.
That's how people in the
barrio knew me as back then.
One day, I hear Hernesto Jimenez
wants Tiny to make a drop for
the homeboys tryin' to expand
downtown. I take the G-pack,
roll down the way, come to this
spot here. Shit wasn't like this
back then, man. This shit
was just a lot, there wasn't
any of these stores, any of
these fuckin' new businesses
and shit, people that wasn't
from here. Your dad was around
here, sitting over there on a
fold-up. He had fifteen dudes
with him. Barrio Boys.
They take
the pack off me, your dad starts
counting. One, two, three.
First punch goes to
the back of my head, man.
He counts for fifteen
seconds before they let up.
Then your dad stands, brushes me
off, wipes my face with a cloth,
then he hands me a beer. They
all start laughing and smiling
and shit, acting like it's
a party. Then he says...
I came here alone, man. No
family, no parents, no brothers,
nothin'. Just a kid.
El Salvador to Guatemala.
Then to Chiapas, Oaxaca,
then the bus to Sonora.
Then the Coyote.
So, you know when your Pop
said that, you know? I was his.
Take it.
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING
♪ INDISTINCT SCAT LYRICS
♪ I had the nerve to wake up
again to stick out my feet and ♪
♪ put 'em down on the curb
♪ With a haircut that's fucked,
and a shitty disposition ♪
♪ and with my father
shedding his tears ♪
♪ Well I think
back to why I cared ♪
♪ but now I can't
and so I don't ♪
♪ And I'm gonna sit and see
if I wake up again tomorrow ♪
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING STOPS
♪ SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
♪ MUSIC BUILDS
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
Alright boys and girls.
I think I'm done.
Where you gonna go?
I don't know. Someplace new?
This neighborhood's beat.
Be good.
You want anything?
Money, bitch.
You hear me, fuck?
Gimme the fuckin' money!
Fly safe.
I'll email you when I land.
No! Mom, I'm already late!
Another
suspension letter, Ramon.
I'm not signing any--
You're gonna have to if I
don't leave right fucking now!
Ramon!
♪ SLOW MELANCHOLY PIANO
Yo.
What's up?
If I get another detention,
my mom's gonna take
my fuckin' balls with a cleaver.
I'm not gonna make it.
What time yo
meetin' up with Ana?
Seven. You gonna go?
Hell no.
Come on, dude, people
still gonna be there.
At least you could
come chill out and shit.
You know Marta's
gonna be there.
Marta? No man, I ain't
tryin' to have her boyfriend
fucking comin' at
me all summer and shit.
Besides, I'm leavin' soon
anyways, so, whatever.
What school you gonna go to?
Ah, I don't know. Uh, we got
family in Huntington Park,
so, you know, we might
kick it with them for a bit.
Whatever, man, you're
still a bitch for not goin'.
You just told me to
fucking go because you know,
you fuckin' know, you're
going to fuck it up with Ana,
and then you're gonna be fuckin'
downing a bottle of UV Blue just
like last year in the
bathroom, cryin' and shit.
I drink Jack Daniels,
not UV Blue, 'kay?
No, man, it was UV Blue,
you gonna need someone
to fucking carry you out
while you're fucking puking all
over yourself and shit, like,
"Ah, sorry, I, I don- I don't
know what happened."
You're a fucking mess, dude.
Whatever. That might happen.
It's not gonna be with
the fucking UV Blue.
Oh no? What, with fucking
mimosas? Mike's Hard Lemonade?
Shut the fuck up.
That is un-fucking-believable,
dude. That's another detention
right there. Fuck!
Dude, none of this
shit fuckin' matters.
School's almost over,
before you fucking know it--
Yo. You seen him
the last two weeks?
Nah.
♪ MELANCHOLY MUSIC BUILDS
Hello?
Hey, hey. What's good, bro?
How you doin'? Yeah, yeah.
Nah, I'm just chillin', man.
Yeah, I know
what you mean.
Nah, for what I'm just
kickin' it, you know?
Nah, I ain't givin' it to you.
Hey, man.
Not yet. Not yet.
You knew him?
Him? No.
You know Nina?
Not really.
You see her, you gimme a call.
♪ UPBEAT GUITAR STRUMMING
♪ I SAW OLD WOMEN.
WAITING AT THE BUS STOP. ♪
♪ WITH THE RAIN COMING DOWN
♪ AND I SAW PEOPLE,
CIRCLING LIKE BUZZARDS ♪
♪ TO THE TUNE OF THE
TRAFFIC BELOW, I KNOW ♪
♪ I KNOW. LET THE
WHEELS TURN SLOWLY. ♪
♪ I KNOW. I KNOW. LET
THE LIGHTS GO DOWN ♪
♪ TEACHERS WITH
BRANDY IN THEIR COFFEE ♪
♪ YOUNGER COUSINS GETTING
EXCITED ABOUT A MOVIE ♪
♪ I KNOW. I KNOW. LET THE
LIGHTS GO DOWN RIGHT NOW ♪
♪ I KNOW. I KNOW
♪ LET THE PARENTS GO OUT
FOR A NIGHT ON THE TOWN ♪
♪ MUSIC BEAT QUICKENS AND BUILDS
♪ TAKING TURNS MAKING PHONE
CALLS TO OLD RELATIVES ♪
♪ STUTTERING INTO THE
PHONE. I KNOW. I KNOW. ♪
♪ LET THE WORDS FIND THEIR
OWN WAY OUT. I KNOW. I KNOW ♪
♪ LET THE LIGHTS GO DOWN,
LET THE LIGHTS GO DOWN ♪
♪ MUSIC SLOWS
♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN
♪ FIND A HOME AND
LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪
♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN
♪ FIND A HOME AND
LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪
♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN
♪ FIND A HOME AND
LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪
♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN
♪ FIND A HOME AND
LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪
♪ HEAVY QUICK MUSIC BEATS
♪ MUSIC ENDS ABRUPTLY
♪ SLOW BEAT JAZZ MUSIC
♪ GUITAR STRUMS FADE OUT
Hey.
Luis, hijo, on your way home
from school do me a favor, get
some more of this, okay?
You gonna have a good day?
All right.
Hey!
Look at me. Don't skip.
Why you assume I'm
gonna skip, Mom? You--
Be quiet. I
mean it, don't skip, you go
to every class,
you hear me? Come here.
♪ QUIET UPBEAT MUSIC
So, what do you think?
I'll show them the pictures.
They'll probably get some guys
out here sometime next week.
Next week? Look, if it rains
again we'll be out a fuckin'
bed. Last time all
they did was paint over it.
I mean it came back, right?
Doesn't that mean that it's
real, like it's
structural and shit?
All I can do is report the
damage. Tell them what I see.
Management
hires the contractors.
Yo, if you're gonna raise rent
we need to have shit like this
fixed. Otherwise we're not gonna
live here, I mean this is bull--
I don't own this house. I work
for Tri-Equities, they own it.
All I can do is report the
damage, you understand?
♪ INDISTINCT CAR RADIO
Yeah.
Look, it's gonna get fixed.
Just give it a little time.
Alright?
Alright.
Fuck.
Hey! You fuck. Fucking.
You fucker!
You... God damn it!
You fucking kidding me?
♪ LOW INDISTINCT MUSIC
Hi.
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING
♪ GUITAR STRUMS AND DRUM BEATS
Ten fuckin' days, man.
Are you fucking kidding me?
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
Oh my god.
- Mwah.
- Whoa!
That's a fucking caveman.
It is, Jesus!
- Jump! Jump!
- Whoo!
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
Oh, that fit nicely, huh?
The exact same paper.
We both get credit.
He's a fuckin' moron!
Shut the fuck up, that's bullshit.
Just fuckin' try it.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC
Yo, I'm out.
Oh--
You're a dick.
What's good?
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
He ain't gonna do it, dude.
Every time he talks to Marta
he's all big and shit, then
her fuckin' boyfriend comes
around the corner and
Luis fuckin' bounces.
Yeah, and how many times have
you tried to get Ana Castillo's
number, huh?
How'd that work out for you?
Man, she could
do whatever she wants.
Meaning anything but you.
Man, fuck you Jaime.
Why do you even get cigarettes
if you can't light 'em?
Fuck you.
Yo, I sent it.
What'd you say?
Asked her to go with me, what
the fuck else? Do you wanna ask
Ana or are you still
going to be a bitch about it?
Dude, we're not even graduating
this year, why do you care?
Oh, he is. Oh, wait.
Man, I'm not even tryin' to go
to that, so shut the fuck up.
Hey, you ain't tryin' to go
because you don't know anybody
in your fuckin'
grade, that's why.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Shut the fuck up!
Here, take a swig.
Calm down.
Yo, my mom said we might be
movin' at the end of the summer,
so... the least you two fuckers
can do is make the
end of the year count.
Dude.
Go cry about it, fool.
Alright, we got a movie in like
twenty minutes, you guys down?
Yo, you got me, bro?
Why do I always
have to pay for your shit?
It's 'cause your big ass mama
works hard, dog, let's go!
She don't work for you!
She don't work for you!
Let's go! Let's go.
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING
You know Nina Marquette?
♪ STRUMMING STOPS
Uh...
while she was booked I was
doing some background on her.
You know, looking
for her parents, family...
that sorta thing?
You police?
No, I work for the city.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
No, man. I'm
sorry, I haven't seen her.
You sure? 'Cause I been hearin'
she's been spending time around
here. You know, Sunset,
Laveta, over by the Echo...
and a few other little
places that you might, uh--
Hey, listen, um, why don't you
get the fuck outta here? Yeah?
Fuck off.
Hey, he-...Look, it's not for
you. I don't know you, alright?
But I do know she
has a brother in Pasadena.
Maybe he's got a bed for her.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC FADES IN
♪ WE FRY FOES
INTO ZEROES DONUTS,
MC'S OF THE DAY HAVE
ALLERGIES, NO NUTS ♪
♪ OH SHUCKS, THEY WANT TO
BLOW UP, THEY TRY RAPPIN' ♪
♪ YEAH, I'MA GET CLOSE IF
THIS BUM COULD HAPPEN ♪
Hey, whassup doggie?
What's with the faggot-ass
flannel, homie?
Eh? You been dodging us.
You know me?
- Gimme your ID.
- Hurry up.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
Jimenez.
Yo, I seen your mom around.
She's still got that
little dog and shit, right?
- Gimme your phone.
- Hurry up.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
Okay?
Get out of here, kid.
Take it easy, eh?
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
Two years.
And they're pretty good
with rent, and bills, and everything?
Yeah.
Well, look, you know the
neighborhood's changing.
You know, property values are
going up, so if they can't do it
then the house has to be made
available for people who can.
Will I be kept on as management?
To be honest, you
know, I can-, I can't say.
As it is you're working with
a part-time contract, so
management staff may wanna bring
someone else on. And you know, I
know you have a kid and it's
gonna be tough, I'm just trying
to be honest with you.
Is there anything I can do?
Pilar, look, the, the, the type
of work you're talking about is
substantial, okay? And, if they
can't meet this new number,
then the arrangement has to
change. I would say, you know,
plan accordingly.
♪ SOFT MELANCHOLY MUSIC
♪ SOFT MELANCHOLY
MUSIC CONTINUES ♪
Hey baby.
What's that?
Nothing.
Luis,
Sit down, please.
What's up?
Look, I'm only telling you this
just in case something at work
doesn't happen right.
Things may change for us.
What do you mean?
Well, you understand why we
might be moving
at the end of the summer?
Cause you say, "Just
too expensive, eh?"--
Hey! What did I tell you about
that mouth? You and these
detentions and the social
workers calling? You just--
Ah, Mom, you cuss more
than anybody I know.
Shut up
with that shit, Luis.
This?
Look, I got my license so I
could work part-time, but I only
manage that one unit
you visited, remember?
Yeah.
Okay, well, if the tenant moves
out, then management could
replace me. And if that happens
I need you to sort of roll with
things. You understand?
How much more we need?
Don't. Okay? Just do me a favor,
just focus on school, okay?
Okay?
Alright, you guys
wanna hear it or what?
Nope.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.
I'm gonna play it anyway.
No, you're not.
♪ I had the nerve
to wake up again ♪
♪ to stick out my feet and
put 'em down on the curb ♪
♪ With a haircut that's fucked,
and a shitty disposition ♪
♪ and with my father
shedding his tears ♪
♪ Well I think back
to why I cared ♪
♪ but now I can't
and so I won't ♪
♪ And I'm gonna sit and see if
I wake up again tomorrow ♪
♪ Oh why, oh why do you care?
♪ oh why do you stare?
♪ No you shouldn't
give a fuck about me, ♪
♪ 'cause I won't
about you, oh no ♪
♪ So don't, don't
give me your prayers, ♪
♪ my mama she tried
♪ Yeah she knelt every day
♪ but Hell's bouncer
says he is inside, oh I ♪
♪ But as she walks away, I catch
a glimpse of her back man, ♪
♪ my hands start to shake
♪ So I'm gonna sit on this
fucking street corner ♪
♪ 'til I'm way past awake
♪ Hey, hey, hey, yeah
'til I'm way past awake ♪
♪ Until I'm way past awake
Mmm. Like the song.
Why, thank you man.
You talk to your girl yet?
Ha ha ha ha. Nope.
No, he did not.
Your mouth
full with that burger though.
Wanna bite?
Yeah, fuck yeah. Mmm.
♪ DISTANT ROCK MUSIC
♪ MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES
♪ MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES
♪ SLOW SYNTHETIC MUSIC
Yeah. No, but they
haven't sent the sides yet.
They will. They're gonna
send you the sides, okay?
They're not gonna
let you go in there--
Wait, hang on. Hang on.
Okay, they just sent them.
See?
Uh, anyway, let's touch
base, uh, after I go in.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
How do you feel?
Good. Actually ready
to start booking shit.
Um, anyway I'll
talk to you tomorrow?
Um, hey, by the way, I'm gonna
swing by Tim's thing later, but,
uh, after that I have
the apartment free.
Uh. I don't know. Um.
I don't know, maybe.
Um, yeah, okay.
I'll see you later.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC IN DISTANCE
- Hi.
- Hi.
Ah, sorry.
Jesus. Hmm.
How was set?
- Dope.
- Dope.
How was work?
Uh, fucking exhausting. Yeah.
And I have to go back in
tonight, at, uh, ten.
Why?
Because I hafta
cover Carrie's shift,
and I thought we
could use the money.
Oh.
So, let's see it?
What?
The leak?
What do you wanna
see the leak for? I mean...
Why do I wanna see the leak
that's over our bed that's...
Yeah.
dripping on our
faces in the morning?
Like every time,
it's just like you and
this fuckin' leak, like...
Every time it's me
and this fucking leak?
I mean... just
relax a little, like...
I'm, I'm pretty
relaxed, I think, yeah.
I mean, but you, you're, you're
freakin' out because I said
- fucking like it's...
- I'm freaking out. Wow.
Okay. Wow. Alright, well, you
know what? Don't move. I got it.
You, you party,
okay? Here you go.
Fuck.
This is so fucked.
♪ MUFFLED HIP HOP
MUSIC CONTINUES ♪
I'm sorry, okay?
Okay.
One hour.
Then you take Luna, then bed.
Crashin' out?
Yeah.
You alright?
Yeah, I'm... Yeah.
Have a good night, son.
Yo.
♪ UPBEAT POP MUSIC
I'm gonna go
say hi to Kristen.
Ho-ho. You made it. Here,
fill up, man. Get over here.
- How you fuckin' doin'?
- How you been, man?
What's happening?
How you been, man?
I'm good, how you been?
You been working?
You get up this week?
Course I did, you pussy.
Yeah? Which one?
The one on Hillhurst?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Shut down three weeks
ago, no shit. Fucking asshole.
Fuck you.
Full of shit. Yeah, how's that
tas- You drink beer before?
- It's okay.
- Didn't think so.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Yeah.
So, uh...
what's up with that?
Look, I'm, I'm just sayin'...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What're you just sayin'?
Alright. Dude, you've known
about this bullshit for months.
Like, every time I ask you about
it you dodge it. You act like it
doesn't exist, or like
you don't give a shit.
Like, have you guys got some
sorta circus family shit goin'
on? Like, you do a set of
stand-up, then she goes
and blows her manager,
- What the fuck?
- and then, Jesus--
Oh, come on, alright, we
get it. We get it, we get it.
Look, listen.
I'm
moving back east. Yeah.
Are you serious?
You know, man, I been doin'...
this for two fuckin' years.
It's time.
What about your stand-up?
I came up in Boston
and... I don't know.
It's out. It's not fair to him
or me, okay? I'm gonna go home.
I want you to
come after the party.
You said it seems like
I don't give a shit, right?
Maybe I don't.
♪ LOUD HIP HOP MUSIC
No, be honest.
What do you think so far?
Of what? The house?
The house, the
neighborhood, whatever.
It seems nice, right?
I don't know.
Okay. What's nice for
you, let's start with that.
Rain.
The Pint on Third and Thompson.
That guy in
Washington Square Park,
- Right.
- with the, uh, pigeons?
I like seein' him around.
Okay, so basically
shit that's not here.
I mean, but what about
Paris, huh? You don't miss it?
Mm. Yeah, I miss it, sure.
But I like what
I'm seeing here so far.
I just don't know. I mean, I was
walking down Sunset, yesterday,
and I'm passing dollar stores,
thrift shops, supermarkets and
shit like that, right? All of
sudden I see this coffee shop
with its menu posted outside?
Fucking five seventy five for a
small coffee. A small coffee.
I almost took a
fucking picture of it.
Okay, so what? They serve
gourmet coffee, why do you care?
Just fucking five seventy five?
For, for some tap water strained
through beans? I mean,
that's not a coffee,
that's a go fuck yourself.
I mean, so far this neighborhood
is what? People like you and me,
Yuck.
You know, that, that, that
punk kid, by the burger spot,
you know, Dodgers fans.
Mm-hmm.
And apparently rich-ass
motherfuckers flyin'
coffee in from Jupiter.
- Flying in from Jupiter?
- Uh-huh.
Are you gonna use that on stage?
Look, I think that you need to
put New York in your rear view
mirror, you know? I miss Paris
but I'm not gonna get a tattoo
of the fuckin' Eiffel
Tower on my forehead.
So, what? You're sayin'
you're glad you came with me?
We'll be happy here,
right? Like this will work?
Sure. Right?
♪ SOFT SYNTHETIC MUSIC
I mean, we're lying here and
we're talkin' about New York
and Paris. But,
we're here now, right? I'm...
I just need to feel like,
you know what this is.
What is this?
It's real.
♪ SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES
♪ LOUD HIP HOP MUSIC
- Hey.
- Hey.
You didn't say you were leavin'.
Yeah, I couldn't find you.
I assumed you were
with Tim or somebody.
You sure you gotta go?
Yeah, I said that I'd
cover the shift, like now.
♪ DISTANT PARTY MUSIC
Okay.
I'll see ya later?
Yo! Pop! Pop! Pop! Motherfucker!
Yeah!
You know he shit himself.
You're the only one shitting
himself, man. You was all like,
"Yo, what if he got a
gun behind his belt?"
What if he did?
You know he was one of
these college kids startin' up a
frozen yogurt shop and shit.
He ain't carryin' a fuckin' gat.
Hey, pass that back, man.
I was as intimidating as fuck.
Fuckin' two year
old, with a Nerf gun.
Shut the fuck up.
What'd you do?
Wha- I'm the wheel man, dawg!
Sounds like an excuse to me.
- Here.
- C'mon, fool.
Hey! Keep your eyes
on the road, bitch!
I ain't tryin' to fuckin'
die, what the fuck?
♪ SOFT HIP HOP MUSIC
You can sit down over there.
No, I was takin' a
piss- Fuck you!
Yo, you hear what
happened with Mario?
No.
So my cousin was just posted up
on the block, right? And then
this Sonata rolls up across the
street. Couldn't see who the
drivers were. And yo, when they
left? Mario was layin' on the
sidewalk. Both his legs were
broken. This was eight in the
morning. Mario said they were
Crescent Terrace boys from East
Hollywood. And he's
screamin', cryin', talkin'
about how he's never gonna be
able to walk or use his legs
again in his life and shit? So
Cuz tells the Barrio Boys down
the way. Two days later, Mario
tells my cousin he heard the
Sonata got found
torched, the driver laid out.
Eight in the fuckin' morning.
Who gives a fuck?
Wasn't he gettin' with
some girl out there though?
Yeah, I think he was fuckin'
with one of the girlfriends or
some shit, sisters.
It ain't no joke, though.
See you fuckers later.
Hey, yo.
That shit with Mario?
That's just for us, okay?
Peace, motherfucker.
I like to assume that
everyone in my life is lying'
to me about something.
Uh, because then I don't have to
confront anybody about shit,
ever. You know, I get like
this intense joy, and like,
gratification by knowing that
somebody cares enough about my
feelings, to like,
actively, lie to me.
Um, got a girlfriend,
and uh,
met her in Paris.
She lies to me.
And, uh, you know
her dad had just died, so you
know I think in a lotta ways
that kinda brought us closer
together. So things were great
for awhile. You know, and
then we decided to move to LA,
and then... Yeah.
I don't if you've ever been
cheated on before, but, uh,
those first few weeks
before you find out are kinda
great, you know? 'Cause it's
like, you got all this free
time, right? But, uh, it's kinda
weird 'cause she's like, gone a
lot, and then also you're just
like happy as fuck, because
she's just like, gone a lot.
But, uh... you realize that
rather than, like, deal with the
fact that your girlfriend might
be cheating on you, you'd rather
just sit around the house, like
watching, like, overlong, like,
extended editions of Al Pacino
movies, you know, like Scarface
in particular. Like, I just like
sitting in the room, watching
the scene where he's just,
like, dangling from the
helicopter, and I just scream at
the TV like, "Chichi, get the
yayo." You guys do that?
"Say hello to my little friend"?
♪ SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
Uh. Well, uh, anyways this,
it's not quite over, we're
still together. But, um, it's
weird. You know?
'Cause I do still love her.
Call me crazy, call
me... whatever, but, uh...
I like makin' her laugh.
Yeah. Miss that.
Well, anyways, fuck me, right?
Right.
You really know how
to win a crowd, don't ya?
Not really about
that laugh, huh?
You guys were inside?
No, you can hear it if
you hang around the back.
Hey, have you ever noticed that
your standup is basically just
whining and
complaining about shit?
Well, look Nina, I'm sorry I
didn't cater my act to you, but
unlike you guys, everybody else
inside is not, like, booze bags,
street punks, you know? So.
- Aw.
- Cute.
Yeah. You guys
ever think about leaving?
The neighborhood?
No.
I mean, where would we go?
I don't think you think about
leaving, I think you just kinda
do it, you know? Or you don't.
Don't throw that word around
fucking lightly, you know?
Don't throw that
fucking word around lightly!
I mean, what am I supposed to
say, huh? Wha- wha- wha- what,
what do you want
me say? You told me--
You had two years! You had two
fuckin' years to say something.
I'm sorry, all right?
Shut the fuck up.
♪ SPORADIC PIANO MUSIC
♪ PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES
Psst.
What's her name?
Ernesto.
Okay.
I'm kidding.
Go on. Her name's Luna.
Hi, Luna. Hi.
She's adorable.
Yeah.
Hey, do you mind
if I, uh... bum a cigarette?
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
So, what's your deal?
My deal?
Yeah. You're what? Sixteen?
It's two AM, on a Monday
night, or Tuesday,
actually, right? Yeah.
I take her out for a
walk sometimes. You know...
Mom doesn't notice, so...
What about your dad?
Nah. What about you?
What about me, what?
I don't know, alone in a park
and shit? Two AM? Your parents?
You ain't scared?
Nobody's worried about you?
Uh, I'm not from here. My
mom's back home and, uh...
my dad died before
I moved out here. So...
Where's home?
Paris.
I'm sorry.
You don't smoke.
- No.
- Yeah.
Tell me something.
Do you ever
feel like, um... you know?
No. What do you mean?
I don't know.
Well, what do you do?
Um, I'm a bartender.
And I
act, a little, I guess.
Uh, I'm Luis.
Leanna.
♪ LOUD MUSIC APPROACHES
Hey. You should go home.
♪ LOUD MUSIC FADES
♪ INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BEGINS
♪ INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BUILDS
♪ INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BUILDS
What time do
you have to be on set?
Half hour. Kristen told me you
were reading for a part today.
Why didn't you tell me?
I feel bad.
I feel bad and
alone all the time, so...
I'm so sorry.
Hey.
Hmm?
- Hey, let's get outta here.
- Mmmmm
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING
Some guy came
by the corner yesterday.
Who?
I don't know.
Said he worked for the city.
He was askin' about you.
Yeah, those
fuckers don't quit, huh?
You ever hear from your folks?
Oh yeah, all the time. My dad
just cruises on by the corner
with a care package full of
waffles and gummy bears.
Tellin' me to go home?
Eh.
When I got out the first time...
social worker told me
to go home, see my dad.
So I did.
Saw him inside,
from the front lawn.
Went up to the front
door and just... knocked.
♪ SOFT MELANCHOLY MUSIC
I know he saw me. And I
know he knows I saw him, so...
And he just gets up
from where he's sitting and...
goes into the kitchen.
I hooked up with Pinky at
the squat on East Sixth and,
that was that.
What about your
brother? You ever try him?
Dipped when he was eighteen.
Lived down south awhile
and I doubt I'll see him again.
Leave.
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC STARTS SLOWLY
Yo.
♪ THIS TIME IT GOTTA BE
DIFFERENT I'M TRYIN' TO MAKE A ♪
♪ DIFFERENCE, NOT TRYIN'
TO GO TO PRISON ♪
♪ NOT TRYIN TO BE A VICTIM, BUT
♪ IN MY POSITION I
NEED TO HAVE A VISION, ♪
♪ NO FOOD UP IN THE KITCHEN,
NOW WE FACING EVICTION, SO ♪
♪ I'M ON A MISSION...
Yo!
♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
Where we going?
Somewhere to talk.
♪ MUSIC STOPPED
I can't
believe it, honestly, Kiko. Let's go.
That little kid
took your skateboard?
He's fast. What do
you want from me?
- He is fast.
- He's like five.
He's like five years old!
I was, Don't fuck
on me. You were gone.
No one was here
helpin' me out. Fuck you.
A five year old
took your fuckin' skateboard!
Whatever.
I said I'd think about it.
I ain't said I'm goin' with
you yet. I'll see
you tomorrow though.
Alright.
Dude, you're
fucking embarrassing.
- Fuck. What?
- That's disgusting.
I can see your
fuckin' boner from here.
Oh, yeah, could you?
Who are you taking?
Shut the fuck up!
sandwich too, boy.
Hey, what's up, bro?
What's up?
Aw, shit, you cut the whole
day and don't tell nobody?
Yeah, so?
What are you guys doing?
What are you talkin' about?
He got Ana
Castillo's number today.
Ana Castillo? Shit, really? Did
she see your fuckin' boner, huh?
Aw, yeah, shut the fuck up.
You spend your day playin' all
hard, then you give me shit?
What, are you sensitive now?
Gotta watch my fuckin' mouth,
huh? Why you
bein' a little bitch?
- I'm being a bitch.
- Yeah.
Yo, you guys need to chill
the fuck out, you know.
Dude, do whatever
the fuck you want,
I don't give a shit,
but Ricardo told me that
dude Blue Eyes did four
years for movin' weed and blow
across the street from
a fuckin' middle school.
Ha, ha, ha. Foot, foot!
Yo, shut the
fuck up, you bum!
Yo, fuck you, bitch!
Fuck you, Crusty the Clown!
Fuck you, fuck you motherfucker!
Lookin' like Mad Max
over there and shit. Fuck off!
Yo, he's trippin'. First
time he got smoked up was
seventh grade. Where the fuck do
you think I got that shit from?
Fuckin' Vonz?
Hey, man, I gotta
go. Catch you later?
Alright, man.
Why dontcha come
over here, baby, huh?
Hell no, I don't
wanna catch the herpes.
Back up.
Don't break your ankle
again. That shit's dangerous.
Shut the fuck up.
♪ UPBEAT GUITAR AND DRUM MUSIC
Fuck. Ow! Motherfucker!
Aw, shit! Oh, god damn it.
You alright there, buddy?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Fuck.
Talk to your girl yet?
Yeah.
So? Was she?
Ooh.
I felt guilty.
Eh. Well, at least now you know.
Also, I didn't tell you, um...
Mm?
You know, we decided when we
were talkin' shit out that, um
she's gonna go visit her parents
for a while, well, her mom, and,
um, I'm gonna find
a new place, you know?
Wait, really?
So I'm not gonna see you
around the neighborhood anymore?
Huh. Hey, can I tell
you something, man?
Your problems...
I really just don't give a shit.
I mean, seriously, I could give
a fuck. You know what I mean?
Like, I like you, you're fine,
but I mean, come on, me...
Hey, I admit, it's, it's,
it's fair, okay? I, I get it,
I get it, you know?
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
Hey, uh, see you around, yeah?
Uh, no doubt, man.
That guy who came
around the corner yesterday?
What is it?
Your brother's
address in Pasadena.
♪ MUSIC FADES
What the fuck am I
supposed to do with this?
Whatever you want.
Luis.
Yeah?
Hey. Just stay
right there, okay?
Yeah.
When did
you get back from--
You know that, that change
I told you might happen?
I just got the call.
It's just always been me.
It's just me.
Luis, the door.
♪ SAD INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
What was he like back then?
He ran things right.
Look, kid.
The night I got brought into
this, I was younger than you.
I was eleven. Fuckin' tiny.
That's how people in the
barrio knew me as back then.
One day, I hear Hernesto Jimenez
wants Tiny to make a drop for
the homeboys tryin' to expand
downtown. I take the G-pack,
roll down the way, come to this
spot here. Shit wasn't like this
back then, man. This shit
was just a lot, there wasn't
any of these stores, any of
these fuckin' new businesses
and shit, people that wasn't
from here. Your dad was around
here, sitting over there on a
fold-up. He had fifteen dudes
with him. Barrio Boys.
They take
the pack off me, your dad starts
counting. One, two, three.
First punch goes to
the back of my head, man.
He counts for fifteen
seconds before they let up.
Then your dad stands, brushes me
off, wipes my face with a cloth,
then he hands me a beer. They
all start laughing and smiling
and shit, acting like it's
a party. Then he says...
I came here alone, man. No
family, no parents, no brothers,
nothin'. Just a kid.
El Salvador to Guatemala.
Then to Chiapas, Oaxaca,
then the bus to Sonora.
Then the Coyote.
So, you know when your Pop
said that, you know? I was his.
Take it.
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING
♪ INDISTINCT SCAT LYRICS
♪ I had the nerve to wake up
again to stick out my feet and ♪
♪ put 'em down on the curb
♪ With a haircut that's fucked,
and a shitty disposition ♪
♪ and with my father
shedding his tears ♪
♪ Well I think
back to why I cared ♪
♪ but now I can't
and so I don't ♪
♪ And I'm gonna sit and see
if I wake up again tomorrow ♪
♪ GUITAR STRUMMING STOPS
♪ SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
♪ MUSIC BUILDS
♪ MUSIC CONTINUES
Alright boys and girls.
I think I'm done.
Where you gonna go?
I don't know. Someplace new?
This neighborhood's beat.
Be good.
You want anything?
Money, bitch.
You hear me, fuck?
Gimme the fuckin' money!
Fly safe.
I'll email you when I land.
No! Mom, I'm already late!
Another
suspension letter, Ramon.
I'm not signing any--
You're gonna have to if I
don't leave right fucking now!
Ramon!
♪ SLOW MELANCHOLY PIANO
Yo.
What's up?
If I get another detention,
my mom's gonna take
my fuckin' balls with a cleaver.
I'm not gonna make it.
What time yo
meetin' up with Ana?
Seven. You gonna go?
Hell no.
Come on, dude, people
still gonna be there.
At least you could
come chill out and shit.
You know Marta's
gonna be there.
Marta? No man, I ain't
tryin' to have her boyfriend
fucking comin' at
me all summer and shit.
Besides, I'm leavin' soon
anyways, so, whatever.
What school you gonna go to?
Ah, I don't know. Uh, we got
family in Huntington Park,
so, you know, we might
kick it with them for a bit.
Whatever, man, you're
still a bitch for not goin'.
You just told me to
fucking go because you know,
you fuckin' know, you're
going to fuck it up with Ana,
and then you're gonna be fuckin'
downing a bottle of UV Blue just
like last year in the
bathroom, cryin' and shit.
I drink Jack Daniels,
not UV Blue, 'kay?
No, man, it was UV Blue,
you gonna need someone
to fucking carry you out
while you're fucking puking all
over yourself and shit, like,
"Ah, sorry, I, I don- I don't
know what happened."
You're a fucking mess, dude.
Whatever. That might happen.
It's not gonna be with
the fucking UV Blue.
Oh no? What, with fucking
mimosas? Mike's Hard Lemonade?
Shut the fuck up.
That is un-fucking-believable,
dude. That's another detention
right there. Fuck!
Dude, none of this
shit fuckin' matters.
School's almost over,
before you fucking know it--
Yo. You seen him
the last two weeks?
Nah.
♪ MELANCHOLY MUSIC BUILDS
Hello?
Hey, hey. What's good, bro?
How you doin'? Yeah, yeah.
Nah, I'm just chillin', man.
Yeah, I know
what you mean.
Nah, for what I'm just
kickin' it, you know?
Nah, I ain't givin' it to you.
Hey, man.
Not yet. Not yet.
You knew him?
Him? No.
You know Nina?
Not really.
You see her, you gimme a call.
♪ UPBEAT GUITAR STRUMMING
♪ I SAW OLD WOMEN.
WAITING AT THE BUS STOP. ♪
♪ WITH THE RAIN COMING DOWN
♪ AND I SAW PEOPLE,
CIRCLING LIKE BUZZARDS ♪
♪ TO THE TUNE OF THE
TRAFFIC BELOW, I KNOW ♪
♪ I KNOW. LET THE
WHEELS TURN SLOWLY. ♪
♪ I KNOW. I KNOW. LET
THE LIGHTS GO DOWN ♪
♪ TEACHERS WITH
BRANDY IN THEIR COFFEE ♪
♪ YOUNGER COUSINS GETTING
EXCITED ABOUT A MOVIE ♪
♪ I KNOW. I KNOW. LET THE
LIGHTS GO DOWN RIGHT NOW ♪
♪ I KNOW. I KNOW
♪ LET THE PARENTS GO OUT
FOR A NIGHT ON THE TOWN ♪
♪ MUSIC BEAT QUICKENS AND BUILDS
♪ TAKING TURNS MAKING PHONE
CALLS TO OLD RELATIVES ♪
♪ STUTTERING INTO THE
PHONE. I KNOW. I KNOW. ♪
♪ LET THE WORDS FIND THEIR
OWN WAY OUT. I KNOW. I KNOW ♪
♪ LET THE LIGHTS GO DOWN,
LET THE LIGHTS GO DOWN ♪
♪ MUSIC SLOWS
♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN
♪ FIND A HOME AND
LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪
♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN
♪ FIND A HOME AND
LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪
♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN
♪ FIND A HOME AND
LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪
♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN
♪ FIND A HOME AND
LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪
♪ HEAVY QUICK MUSIC BEATS
♪ MUSIC ENDS ABRUPTLY
♪ SLOW BEAT JAZZ MUSIC