Green is Gold (2016) - full transcript
After a teenage boy's father goes to prison, he is forced to live with his older brother who has a compromising trade.
Your dad said he'll be home
in an hour.
All right.
[loud knock on door]
All right, so you got the boy
all situated?
Yeah, we do.
I got an extra room upstairs,
so...
-All right, well...
-Yeah.
And you're working where?
I'm doing
a landscaping company.
-I kind of work for myself.
-Okay.
You know,
I make my own hours.
I got a few clients.
What about school for him?
There's one, you know,
20 minutes away.
It's a little bit of a drive,
but he's gonna be--
-How does he get there?
-I'll drive him.
-Okay. All right.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-All right, good.
Yeah, it's nice up there.
It's secluded, you know?
-Mm, elbow room.
-Yeah.
Well, we got kind of
a long drive ahead of us.
Yeah. Sure.
Get going, thank you.
I appreciate you
getting in touch with me
instead of Child
Protective Services.
Oh, you seem to have your head
screwed on right.
Mm-hmm.
Well, all right,
good luck to you both.
You ready?
God, that guy loves
to fucking talk.
You wanna eat before or after
we get your stuff?
-Doesn't matter.
-All right.
Let's get that
out of the way.
[exhales]
You're getting big, dude.
What grade you in now?
Seventh.
What the fuck?
[sighs]
You sleep all right?
Yeah.
If I make some breakfast,
will you eat?
-Yeah.
-You like omelettes?
Yeah.
All right, I'll leave
my ball cheese
off your omelettes.
What is there to do
up here?
I got a tree house.
[man] I don't know,
it needs a little work,
but it's kind of cool.
Got a tire swing, too.
What the fuck?
We're out of gas.
Yeah, that's the game.
Run it back.
-Where you going?
-Fuck that.
-Run it back.
-I'm done.
Really?
[telephone rings]
Hey, can you bring that
to me?
[boy]
Where is it?
You might have to look
a little.
-Hello?
-[operator's voice mumbling]
Here, it's for you.
-[man] Mason?
-Yeah?
Oh, good, I was hoping
they'd let you go
with Cameron.
Where's he at?
-I think he went outside.
-Really?
How's it going?
Good, I guess.
Yeah. Listen, looks like
I'm gonna be gone
for a while.
I know.
I want you
to be good now.
-I will.
-You can't fuck things up
because then
you got no place else to go.
-This is it.
-All right.
-What's that?
-I said okay.
Just because
I fucked things up
doesn't mean you have to.
I know.
You gotta always
ask yourself this question,
"Am I doing right,
or am I doing wrong?"
And if you're gonna do wrong,
make sure you do it right.
I know.
-Go get Cameron for me.
-He just walked in.
Well, put him on.
-He said to put you on.
-I don't wanna talk to him
right now.
He can't talk right now.
Put him
on the fucking phone.
He said to put you on.
-Here, take it.
-I don't wanna talk to him
right now.
He wants to fucking--
I don't wanna fucking talk
to him right now.
Look, when I say
I don't want to talk
to somebody on the phone,
I mean it.
I know you didn't ask
for all this.
Neither did I.
I know you probably
don't wanna be here.
And that's okay, too.
But we're gonna have
to figure out a way
to make it work,
all right?
All right.
We'll dial in your room
when we get a chance.
Open up your books
to chapter eight.
For those of you
who are a little slow,
that is page 243.
Mason, where's your book?
I forgot to bring it.
You forgot to bring it.
Sorry, I didn't realize
I had this class today.
Well, I guess you better
wait out here then
and try to memorize
which classes you have
on which days.
Don't forget to bring
your books, faggot.
Nice backpack, queer.
I'm sorry,
I lost track of time.
How'd it go?
Fine.
-You make any friends?
-No.
Well, it takes time.
What about your teachers?
You like them?
I don't know, one of them
is kind of a bitch.
Why?
I don't know why,
she just is.
Well, what a fucking cunt.
See, that's exactly why
I quit school.
You dropped out?
Fuck, yeah,
when I was like 16.
What's up?
Nothing.
What's that?
This is pH down.
What's it do?
It... helps the plants absorb
all the nutrients
that are in the reservoir.
What strain is it?
This is sour diesel.
-Is it a kush?
-What do you know about kush?
-I know it's the best.
-Oh, yeah?
'Cause you heard that
in some rap songs?
No.
Why don't you grow kush?
'Cause the East Coast
wants sour diesel.
It's like kush's cousin.
-Do you smoke weed?
-Uh-uh. Not anymore. Do you?
No. Then how do you know
if it's any good?
You just look at it, smell it.
I don't know.
Hey, what's this?
That is
an air conditioner.
What about that?
That is a CO2 burner.
And this?
That's ventilation
for the lights.
You hook this all up
yourself?
Yep,
after my partner left.
Where's he at?
Oh, he's in prison.
Why?
'Cause he got caught.
How often
do you have to water?
A few times a week.
How long till it's done?
Mm, couple months.
Then what?
Then I chop it down,
hang it up,
dry it,
trim it, and sell it.
-To who?
-Whoever wants to buy it.
Do you sell it
to the clubs?
Sometimes.
I try not to, though.
Why?
'Cause
they're fucking greedy.
How did your partner
get caught?
He got pulled over
with 100 pounds in Texas.
How'd he get pulled over?
Well, he had
California license plates,
for one.
Was it your guys' weed?
Yeah.
How much money is that?
A lot.
Are you scared
of getting caught?
I try not to think
about it.
"Welcome.
Please have a seat.
Thank you for taking
the time to attend.
We only have a short time
to complete this conference,
so if you have any questions,
please make them brief
or wait
until the question portion
at the end.
The purpose of this conference
is to share my evaluation
of progress this semester.
I'll be discussing
my classes,
my behavior,
and my study skills.
I'll also be asking you
to help me
accomplish some goals
that I've set for myself.
My weaknesses in organization
are not writing things down
and not having pencils.
I will improve
by writing things down
and having pencils.
My weaknesses in homework
are not doing it
and not asking for help
doing it.
I will improve
by doing my homework
and asking for help
doing it."
Will you really?
Yeah.
Who would you ask
for help?
Probably my brother.
Probably?
I'm gonna hold you to that.
If he asks you for help,
are you gonna make the time
to help him?
Of course.
So,
for my self-reflection marks,
I gave myself a check
for sit up,
a check for lean forward,
a minus for ask questions,
a minus
for side conversations,
and a check
for track your teacher.
Here's my grades
right now.
Social Studies, "F,"
Science, "D,"
Language Arts, "F,"
Math, "D,"
Spanish, "F," and P.E., "B."
Good job.
Excuse me?
On the "B" in P.E.
Good job.
We both know
he could be doing better.
Well,
not in kickball class.
These grades
are a cry for help.
Well,
that's one perspective.
You know, I don't know
the details
of your guys' home life,
I am guessing here
that you've known
your fair share
of hardship,
but it would help him
if you took this seriously.
You need
to get these grades up,
and you need
to turn in your homework
and you need to do
what you're told
and follow the rules,
okay?
'Cause if you don't,
then you're not gonna amount
to anything,
and you're just never
gonna be able get a job,
and you're just gonna be
a stupid loser
your whole life, dude.
Mason,
would you wait outside?
Sure.
You graduated high school,
right?
No.
Hmm.
What do you do?
I'm in sales.
What do you sell?
What do you need?
I sell medical supplies.
I work from home.
It's very fortunate
considering your lack
of education.
Yeah, it is, I guess.
I think
it's highly irresponsible
of you to have
such a nonchalant attitude
about his education.
You know,
if you read between the lines,
you would see
that it's the opposite.
I actually care about him
so much
that I wouldn't dare,
like, scold him
or make him feel worse
than he probably already does
for something as irrelevant
as a social studies grade.
That is hardly irrelevant.
Really? Do you even know who,
like, designs the curriculum
that you're teaching?
It's the same group of people
that own all the banks.
They own all the media,
all the politicians.
They own
all the corporations.
They own
the federal reserve, too.
So, they can just print up
as much money
as they want, right?
And then take half
of your paycheck
to pay back interest
on that loan
for the money that they
just printed out of nowhere.
And then they cut your pay
and they blame you
because he's got an "F"
in Social Studies.
It's ridiculous.
The game's rigged.
And like the fact
that he's not,
like, sitting up
and leaning forward
to listen
to the disinformation
you're teaching
is fucking hopeful,
and I'm proud of him
for that.
[man] Tell me a little bit
about your anxiety.
[Cameron]
I'm sick
when I get around, like,
large crowds of people
or new places.
I get, like, sweaty palms,
shortness of breath.
And your insomnia?
Tell me about that.
I don't know,
I just have trouble sleeping.
Okay, so, it says you have
a little bit of depression?
-Is that recent?
-It might be seasonal.
Okay, so let me see.
It says you prefer edibles.
Which kind
do you mainly use?
I mean, I actually prefer
to juice it,
but you didn't have
that option
on there, so, I mean, yeah,
I'll do edibles, too.
I try to refrain
from smoking it.
Okay, great, and, um...
is there anything else?
Um...
I was actually hoping
that you could get me
an exemption.
I can write you up
for 99 plants
and 12 pounds.
Okay?
Just go ahead and write
this out here for you.
And...
and you're good to go.
And this
is our new business license.
Ha-ha.
♪ Three two one
comin' in with a bang ♪
♪ Two dark-skinned niggas
not a muthafuckin' gang ♪
♪ Pimps with limps
never known as simple ♪
♪ We smoke dank
not the bammer shit ♪
♪ Damn that bammer
ain't no good ♪
♪ You might as well smoke
some rolled-up wood ♪
♪ And you laugh and said
those rhymes was funny ♪
♪ But trip on the sense
that I'm stressin' ♪
♪ You punk-ass dummy ♪
♪ Get with the program ♪
♪ Can you see bammer ♪
♪ Nothin' but a scammer
false high ♪
♪ Nothin' but an untruth
a fear ♪
♪ For a everyday lie
to dank ♪
♪ To the claim of fame ♪
♪ Ain't it a gram
that you seek to gain? ♪
♪ Once knew a girl
named Brenda ♪
♪ Smokin' that bammer
was her everyday agenda ♪
♪ She used to laugh
and giggle ♪
♪ Until Mr. C moved
next to her building... ♪
-Times how many gallons?
-Ten.
Times how many gallons
in that?
Fine?
-Is that the top?
-Yeah.
Then lop it off.
Now, how many more
do you have to do
to get to 550?
350-- No,
we're not there yet.
Open it back up.
How many more
do we have to do?
♪ Grab a joint ♪
♪ Don't gimme
no bammer weed ♪
♪ We don't smoke that shit
in the SFC ♪
♪ Don't gimme
no bammer weed... ♪
We just did 350.
We need to get to 550.
Now, a little more.
♪ Don't gimme
no bammer weed ♪
♪ We don't smoke that shit
in the SFC... ♪
And if you see a branch
that needs to, like,
get pulled through the cage,
like,
don't be bashful, look.
See how that can bend through?
Try to open them up a bit.
♪ I was chillin' outside
on a hot day ♪
♪ It was me and my niggas
just check what I say ♪
♪ Let's fade let's go see
the dank man... ♪
[yells out]
Dude, fuck this, man.
-I'm over it.
-[paintball gun pops]
Ow! What the-- Dude!
Fucking stop!
Fuck this, dude.
It's fucking bullshit.
I didn't even want
to play this game.
[Cameron]
Are you serious?
What?
You're gonna complain
about fucking paintball?
-Yeah.
-Oh, my God, dude.
We used to play
with fucking pellet guns
and never complained
about it.
No. Oh, my fucking God, dude.
Fucking stupid.
You're being
such a fucking weenie.
Come on, man. Dude!
I'll give you-- I'll give you
five free shots, come on, man.
-Seriously?
-Yeah, man.
-Fuck! Ow.
-Hurts, huh?
[music playing]
I can help you
if you want.
You wanna help me trim?
-I've done it before.
-For who?
Dad.
Really?
Trimming sucks.
I actually like it.
I mean... all right.
Whatever you wanna do.
How old were you when you
started smoking weed?
Um, I was like ten.
I used to fucking steal it
from Dad.
He finally caught me,
though.
-What did he do?
-He beat the fuck out of me.
It didn't stop me, though.
Do you plan on doing this
for the rest of your life?
Do what, grow weed?
Yeah.
Yeah, maybe,
I mean, it's pretty much
all I know how to do.
What about
when it becomes legal?
That won't happen.
You don't think so?
Not a chance.
Why not?
You got
all these corporations
with monetary incentives
to keep it illegal,
and they're willing
to spend the money
to lobby the politicians in DC
to make sure of it.
If everybody
that was making money
off weed
put it all together
to lobby
to those same politicians,
it might have a chance,
but that'll never happen
because
then those same people
wouldn't be making money
anymore.
So, you don't want it
to be legal?
Fuck, no, then what?
Go back to school? Get a job?
Pay taxes?
It's a fucking joke.
So, that's why you grow weed?
To not pay taxes?
That's partly why I grow weed.
I mean, it really is medicine.
Just 'cause
some people abuse it
doesn't take away
the fact.
Also it's like one
of the few ways
that working-class peasants
like us
can fucking bump up
to the middle class.
What do you mean?
I'm fucking 25,
and I made it.
Do you own this house?
No, I pay rent.
How much?
Like $5,000 a month.
So, you haven't
really made it then.
Sounds like your landlord has,
though.
[trimmers buzzing]
Dude, come on.
What,
are you gonna stare, dude?
Fucking knock.
-Sorry.
-Don't be sorry.
-Just fucking knock first.
-Gotta take a shit.
Well, wait till I'm done.
Come on, just let me go
to the fucking toilet.
Wait till I'm done.
What are you even
doing in there?
What does it look like
I'm doing?
I don't know.
I'm getting ready.
I have a friend coming over.
I can't hold it.
Go upstairs
in your own bathroom.
I like to take a shower
after I shit.
Oh, my God,
quit being so fucking weird
and just go
in your own bathroom.
You're the one
who's fucking weird.
[car approaches]
-Hi.
-Hi, there. You must be Mason.
-Yeah.
-I'm Veronica,
-and your brother has told me
-Nice to meet you.
a lot about you.
[chuckles]
Come inside.
So, is he in the shower?
-He's trimming his pubes.
-How do you know that?
I kind of walked in
on him.
Wow, he must have been
pretty pissed off.
-Yeah.
-Yeah, sometimes people need
a little bit of privacy.
So, are girls
into that stuff?
-You mean guys who shave?
-Yeah.
-Depends on the girl.
-What about you?
I'm open.
So, what has my brother
told you about me?
He said that you were way
too smart for your own good,
very funny,
and you actually remind him
of himself
when he was your age.
-Really?
-Yeah.
You sound like
my kind of guy.
-Mm.
-[laughs]
So, you got a little sister
or what?
I do, actually.
[chuckles]
You behave.
Hey, handsome.
You're early.
I missed you.
Your brother told me
what you were up to in here.
What?
He's such a little snitch.
He's a cutie.
Do you love me?
Mm-hmm.
Let me hear you say it.
I love you.
Say it again.
I love you.
I love you.
[Cameron]
Waiting on you.
Make sure it's a good one.
Stop. Are you sure?
Think about it
really hard.
-How about--
-Okay.
Okay, see,
you don't want me
to know which one's yours,
'cause you automatically lose
if I don't draw--
I know which one's yours.
-Which one?
-It's in my right hand,
now it's in my left.
Right, left.
See it?
-Yep, skeletons in the closet.
-Oh, actually.
Or plumber's crack.
I'm going
with plumber's crack.
That one was actually--
Yeah. It's that one.
Super uncomfortable.
Where you at?
[Mason]
Up here.
Get down here now.
-Yeah?
-[mocking] Yeah?
-What?
-You killed all
our fucking plants.
What do you mean "What"?
I did? How?
I don't know.
You tell me.
I don't know, I did exactly
what you told me to do.
Oh, really?
I told you to kill the plants?
-'Cause you did.
-No.
You killed the plants.
I know I didn't.
Do you know how?
Do you know how
you killed the plants?
No.
'Cause I do.
It looks like they got burnt.
Did you use a pH meter?
No, 'cause it was was dead,
and I-- So, I just--
-[groans]
-So, you just what?
You just killed
the fucking plants
'cause the pH meter
was dead?
-So what?
-No, I measured
fucking 55ml,
-so it should've been fine.
-Oh. Really?
Are you sure
it wasn't teaspoons?
'Cause
the fucking markings
are right next
to each other.
My bad.
[mocking] My bad.
My bad.
I just cost us $20,000.
My fucking bad.
I'm sorry.
It was an accident.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Fucking...
Are you fucking high
right now?
Why do you smell
like weed?
You fucking smoking weed?
Come here. Come here.
Fucking back away from me.
Are you high right now?
-No.
-No? Yeah, you are.
You're such
a fucking liar, dude.
-No, I'm not.
-Yeah, you are.
Don't fucking lie to me.
-I'm not lying to you.
-Oh, really?
I'm gonna give you
one more fucking chance
to tell the truth.
Are you high right now?
-No, I'm not.
-Yeah.
No, you're not high
right now?
Yeah, you are fucking high
right now, you liar.
You think
I'm fucking stupid?
No.
'Cause I'm not
fucking stupid.
-Okay, I was.
-Oh, you were?
Hmm.
So, now I can't trust you
'cause you fucking lie to me.
How am I supposed
to trust you?
I don't know.
It's why you don't lie
to people, dude.
Then don't trust me, dude.
I don't care.
That's not gonna work out
well for you.
Where do you think
you're gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
This is it.
Lie to me again, motherfucker.
See what happens.
I won't.
I can't believe you're fucking
smoking weed, dude.
This whole time?
What? Why are you
just standing there?
Say something.
Say something, stupid.
Say something!
What?
Is there a problem with it?
Obviously, there's a problem
with you lying to me about it.
I don't know why I lied.
I just did.
Oh, really?
[mumbles]
Fucking-- Fucking
make me sick, dude.
Get the fuck out
of my face.
-Hey, hey. Get back here!
-No. No!
Get fucking back here!
Get fucking-- I'm not
fucking around with you, dude.
How long
have you been smoking weed?
-How long you--
-As long as
-I've been with you.
-Oh, really? Why?
'Cause it makes me
feel good.
Okay. Fine, then.
Don't fucking lie to me
ever again.
I don't give a fuck
if you smoke weed.
Don't lie to me, dude.
I let you
into my fucking world.
You're the one teaching me
how to grow weed.
-Oh, really--
-Fucking hypocrite, dude.
I'm not mad at you
for fucking smoking it.
I'm mad at you
for lying about it.
You're the one
who's a drug dealer.
I'm not a fucking d--
I've never sold a drug
in my life.
Keep telling yourself that,
fool.
You're a fool.
So, what's the deal?
Well, Mason thought
it would be a good idea
to hit this boy
in the head.
-Why?
-'Cause he pantsed me.
Regardless,
Mason needs to apologize.
The other boy's already
taken responsibility
for his actions.
-Screw that.
-Just say you're sorry.
I'm not sorry.
[woman]
Mason, this is serious.
You are not going
to be able to walk
with the rest of your class
in graduation
-as a result of this.
-I don't care.
Hey, stop it,
and just say you're sorry.
I'm sorry for pantsing you.
I was just playing around.
Okay, now it's your turn.
I'm sorry
you pantsed me, too.
-Seriously?
-What?
If this happens next year
when you're in high school,
the authorities
would be involved.
Guess what?
I'm not sorry.
I'd do it again next year.
You know what?
Grab your stuff.
All right, now if
you're gonna hit somebody,
make it count.
Try again.
-Make it fucking count!
-I am.
Well,
get your hips into it
and level
the motherfucker then,
all right?
Like that?
Yeah. Sure.
If you wanna get laughed at
and then beat the fuck up.
No, that wouldn't happen.
Like that?
Ha, like, yeah, sure,
if you wanna fucking fight
a fairy and win.
Why am I even fighting
this guy?
Because he's threatening
to fucking steal
your lunch money.
I eat school lunch.
All right, he's threatening
to steal your wallet.
-I don't have a wallet.
-Okay, he's threatening
-to rape your girlfriend.
-What girlfriend?
He's threatening
to rape you.
How?
In the fucking butt,
-that's how.
-Why?
Because
he's a fucking pervert.
Are you serious?
Pretend. Pretend.
Pretend a guy
wants to rape me?
Oh, my-- You know.
-[groans]
-Okay.
You fucking--
You think that fucking guy
is gonna be raping anybody?
-No.
-Exactly.
That's why
you gotta fucking dig deep.
You gotta let
that anger out.
You can't
fucking bottle it up, man.
That's how people
get cancer.
Come on, man.
Let's go. It's rape time.
-Come on, man.
-What the fuck?
Oh--
I'm sorry.
No, that's good, dude!
It's rape time,
come on, man, let's go.
Hit me
in the fucking face.
-Let's go.
-Fuck you, dude! What the--
Let's go.
-In the eye, bitch.
-Stop fucking around.
[whirring]
What would you have done
with all your money
if your partner
didn't get arrested?
I was gonna start
this fertilizer company
and soil company.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-For what?
-To fucking make money.
During
the fucking gold rush,
all the gold miners
went broke.
-You know who got rich?
-Who?
The motherfuckers
selling gold mining equipment.
So, that's what
I was trying to do.
Plus I had
the fucking best slogan ever.
What was your slogan?
We're number one
in number two.
It's pretty good.
Have you ever been
in a fight?
Yeah, I've been
in hella fights.
I used to get in 'em
all the time.
I used to have to go
to fucking counseling and shit
when I was a kid.
That's good.
Who won?
-Who won what?
-The fight.
The last fight
that you were in.
Fuck, who you think won?
Not you.
Shit, son,
I always been a winner.
Smells bad.
Don't breathe it in,
actually.
Put your shirt
over your face.
-I can't. I'm holding this.
-There you go.
Wait, wait, no, two hands.
There it is.
[singsong]
Sketchy.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
You sure?
[door unlocks]
-Hey.
-What? I'm fine.
Motherfuckers got us
on lockdown
23 hours a day just 'cause
some fucking nigger
stabbed an--
Hey, we don't wanna hear
that shit.
Oh, I forgot,
you can't say nigger, right?
Hey, wait, wait,
wait, wait a minute.
Come on back, come on.
Have a seat, have a seat.
That's good.
Now, that's better. Sorry.
That's better.
So, how's it going?
You playing any sports?
-No, I'm not.
-No?
Why don't you take
your fucking brother
to a baseball game,
Cameron?
You're looking healthy.
Yeah, I've been working out
in my cell.
Push-ups, sit-ups,
burpees, and whatnot.
Rather be outside,
of course.
Yeah, my cellie and me
got a new routine
marked out.
-It's killing my back, though.
-Same guy?
Nah, it's new one.
I mean, he's all right.
He stabbed his old lady
a couple of times
when he caught her
cheating on him,
but other than that,
he's a good guy.
-Yeah.
-Jesus.
-Yeah, he don't play around.
-Guess not.
What are you gonna do?
Listen, my back and my feet
have been killing me.
I thought maybe I had
that peripheral,
you know,
that nerve thing,
but I had it
checked it out,
and they said
I'm in the clear,
so who the fuck knows?
Well, it's good
you're in the clear.
No, it's not.
Now, I think
it could be my shoes.
There's a guy in here
who's got the hook up for shoes
-with cushioned insoles.
-Uh-huh.
And he's a hungry fucker,
so I'm working him
for a trade.
You're gonna trade your food
for shoes?
Fuck yeah,
the big boy loves to eat,
the fat motherfucker.
And I got a six-month stash
of soups.
You see, I've been doing
these sports pools.
We bet on everything,
basketball, football, NASCAR,
tennis, you name it.
And you know me,
I've always been
a winner, right?
Right.
Yeah, so that's how I got
the soups and whatnot.
And what else?
Oh, yeah, were you able to put
any money on my books,
'cause I got commissary
coming up.
I was gonna put some on
on the way out.
Mm. Well, I hate
to ask you this.
Do you think you could throw
a little more on there?
-For what?
-"For what?"
For me, for fuck's sake.
That's-- For what?
You don't gotta get all loud.
What's the money for?
Oh, sorry, my back.
I can't sleep.
I got this new cunt doctor
that axed my meds.
She said
I didn't need 'em,
but there's this Mexican dude
in here
I can get 'em from.
How much do you need?
Couple hundred just till I can
get 'em prescribed again.
All right,
yeah, I'll throw
a couple hundred on there
for you.
Thanks.
So, how's everything else?
You got a girl?
-Nah.
-No?
Now, that's smart.
Really, you know,
better off without them.
Hookers are cheaper
in the long run anyway.
Yeah, I just don't
get out much,
you know?
You'll never lose out on pussy
when you're chasing money,
but you always lose money
when you're chasing pussy.
Make a note of that, Mason.
Words of wisdom.
I don't think
he's there yet.
Well, he will be
soon enough
if he's anything like
his old man.
Yeah, maybe.
Listen, this isn't easy
for me to say,
but I wanted to tell you
that I--
Well, I feel bad about
not talking to you
for so many years.
I guess it was a pride thing.
You know,
what's done is done,
and when you get out,
maybe you'd--
That won't be
for a long time.
Why?
You got a sentence?
-Yeah.
-And?
Three.
-What about half time?
-That is half.
You got six fucking years?
Uh-huh. No luck
with the public pretender.
Yeah,
that's why you've always
gotta ask yourself
this question,
"Am I doing wrong
or am I doing right?"
And if you're gonna do wrong,
make sure you do it right.
You got that, Mason?
Yeah.
So, you like
where you're living?
-Yeah.
-Still way out there
-in the cut?
-Yeah.
What the fuck
do you do out there?
Just play games and stuff.
You playing any sports
in school?
I don't play any sports,
remember?
I forgot.
I just told you that.
He's got
a little mouth on him, huh?
No.
Listen to him.
You know, you're lucky
I'm locked up in here.
Otherwise things
might be a little different.
Hey, give me a minute
with my boy, will you?
Yeah.
You being good
to your brother?
Yeah.
Can't fuck up 'cause you got
no place else to go,
this is it.
I just want you
to do good.
I know.
Well, your brother
turned out all right,
so maybe you will, too.
I guess
I'm batting .500 so far,
knock on wood.
See you, Dad.
[cell phone vibrating]
-Yo.
-[man] Yo.
-What up?
-So...
What's a silly little homo
and rhymes with my nuts?
-Cameron!
-That doesn't rhyme at all.
What's up,
you fucking dork?
What's up?
These guys
are the fucking worst,
like, literally
trying to ruin my life.
But put a little box
in your little
fucking box car
and come over
to my house.
Okay,
I'll be there tomorrow.
[sighs] Dude, I've been
doing this all fucking day.
Come over.
They're ready
to rock and roll
or they're gonna dip.
I'm not driving at night,
dude.
Okay, well, maybe
you should fucking grow
a pair
and learn
that this green is gold
and they're ready
to fucking party now.
All right, well, tell them
if they're ready to party,
they can fucking hold off
till tomorrow.
Yeah, their fucking flight
leaves, dude.
It's, like, tonight
or nothing.
Tell them
to fucking rearrange it.
They're not trying
do that.
They're going to try
and fucking party
with hoes
in fucking Vegas
or some shit.
They--
I don't give a fuck,
like--
They don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.
It's either now
or nothing, dude,
and I've wasted
an entire day
trying to push
your fucking weed.
Yeah, well,
if they want it, dude,
they can wait
till the morning.
Fucking--
Just have them change
-their fucking flight--
-Dude, Cameron,
you're a fucking bitch,
dude.
I don't know why the fuck,
like,
I even fuck with this,
dude.
It's a waste
of fucking time
if you're not
gonna fucking work, dude.
It's-- I'm not driving
at night, bro.
What the fuck?
I don't know
what the fuck
you're laughing at, dude.
I'm fucking serious, bro.
Okay. So, then move
someone else's.
-I don't give a fuck.
-And you're a fucking punk,
dude,
I swear to God, dude.
It's like-- Like,
go fuck yourself, Cameron.
Okay, call me back
with an update.
[cell phone vibrates]
Hello?
[man]
Yo, what up, fat ass?
What up?
What are you doing?
-I'm actually eating.
-Go figure.
Well, hopefully
we're even fucking better
than you are today because
looks like this will work.
I got them to push
till 2:00 p.m. mañana.
So, don't fuck up.
Load up that herb now.
Fucking get some sleep.
Be ready to rock and roll
because these guys are trying
to get on a plane,
and I'm trying
to take their money.
Awesome, man,
thank you so much.
-Appreciate it.
-Yup.
-Tell him thank you.
-All right.
-Yo, what's up?
-Well, fucking--
Hey, Mason wanted
to say thank you.
You're paying
for his college.
[man laughs]
-What's up?
-What up, you little retard?
Nothing much.
-What are you doing?
-Just chilling, eating.
Yeah, well,
maybe you can read
so you can learn
how to talk.
Do not be late
or I'll fucking kill you.
-Peace.
-All right. Later, dude.
Hey, I thought you said you
weighed all these out already.
-I did.
-All right, well,
why are they short, then?
Shouldn't they weigh 454?
Plus the weight
of the bag.
Oh, I forgot.
Oh. Goddamn it.
All of 'em, fuck.
Thank God I checked.
Sorry.
I don't want you to be sorry.
I want you to think.
-Here I'll fix them.
-No, we both will.
Obviously,
you can't do it on your own.
You open.
-Are you nervous about today?
-No.
Maybe a little bit.
I am, too.
-You're nervous, too?
-Yeah.
Well, you shouldn't be.
We can't both be nervous.
It's pointless.
-Come on, dude, hurry up.
-I can't help it.
Can't help what?
I'm trying.
-I'm sorry.
-Oh, God, quit saying that.
All done.
Yeah?
I don't need to double-check?
I mean,
you can if you want.
I trust you.
Hey, I'm sorry
for being all moody.
I'm a little stressed out,
as you can see.
It's like our whole
fucking life
right here,
you know what I mean?
Yeah, it's okay.
We're going all in today.
It's a little nerve-racking.
I know.
Well,
here's the good news.
In 12 hours, we'll have
♪ $150,000 ♪
You wanna hit the water?
All right.
Let's start with the big ones.
-Brakes?
-Good.
-Left blinker.
-Good.
Right blinker.
Right blinker.
Nothing?
-Nothing.
-Fuck.
All right.
Here we go, headlights.
-Good.
-Brights.
-Good.
-Right blinker.
-Good.
-And the left.
-Yeah, you're good.
-All right.
What are we gonna do
about the back blinker?
We send it.
We don't really have a choice.
Dude, we're gonna be fine.
Come on.
[music playing]
We don't have shit to eat.
[engine starts]
-Seatbelts.
-Yeah.
Should we listen
to something?
♪ Yep, yeah, yep, yeah, yep ♪
♪ Don't stop, won't stop,
won't quit ♪
♪ Never could, never would ♪
♪ Mac Dre back
with some more shit... ♪
♪ Come on, man ♪
♪ Come on, man ♪
♪ I'm a rap-matic
track addict ♪
♪ And I'm back at it ♪
♪ Play me a beat with this heat
I'ma blap at it ♪
♪ The cat scats
with the Mac spatted ♪
♪ You don't wanna see me,
punk get your hat flatted ♪
♪ Dope like a crack addict
or a hop head ♪
♪ Spit it clear
so you can hear what I said ♪
♪ Pot head hot head nigga
that got dreads ♪
♪ Got bread stop red
get hit with the hot lead ♪
♪ My bed, you might
see three things ♪
♪ High heels, my pills,
and hoes in G strings ♪
♪ I see things through
my pimpin' glasses... ♪
[Cameron]
You want something?
Just get me chips
or something.
I'm gonna get you some nuts.
Extra salty ones.
I know you love
to suck on 'em.
Fuck you.
-Morning.
-How you doing?
Can I get a pack of Blues?
And then the change
out of $50 on pump one.
Okay, change out of $50
on one.
Yeah.
Are you serious?
-Yeah.
-I need you to count that out
if you could.
I counted it
this morning, man.
-$50. $50.
-Count it again, man, please.
All right,
so there's 25 pennies
and a whole quarter
right here,
and then there's four quarters
that make up a dollar.
There you go, there's one.
-There's two.
-Two.
There's three. Three.
-So, you've done this before.
-Three.
All right, cool.
Man, we're getting
in a rhythm now.
-Here we go. Thirteen.
-Thirteen.
Fourteen. Look at this.
It's kind of fun, huh?
[laughs]
Fourteen.
-Fifteen.
-Okay, 15.
-Sixteen. Seventeen.
-Sixteen. Seventeen.
-Eighteen. Nineteen.
-Eighteen. Nineteen.
You want to get involved?
Get a couple.
-Okay.
-It's fun, man, get there.
-Twenty.
-Twenty.
Twenty-one, 22, 23.
-There it is.
-24. 25.
God,
I fucking hate people.
Hey.
Hey! Hey!
Wake up!
What?
You ain't sleeping.
I need you on the job.
-For what?
-Keep your eyes peeled
for cops.
Play a game.
Every cop
you see before me,
I'll give you 100 bucks,
all right?
Okay.
How are we on time?
Cutting it close.
We'll make it, though.
[cell phone vibrates]
Yo.
-[man] Yo!
-Sitting in traffic.
We're getting close.
Yeah. Well, about that.
Yeah, about what?
Well, I got some bad news,
buddy.
What?
These guys
are pulling out.
-What?
-[chuckles]
Yeah, so...
What do you mean
they're pulling out?
Like, what do you mean?
They came and left.
They're not here anymore?
Neg.
When did you find
this out?
Little bit ago.
What the fuck, dude?
You said we had till 2:00.
It's 1:09, I'm, like,
fucking creeping up in traffic
-towards your house.
-Well, you know,
they had to do it
at night.
I don't fucking know.
All right,
what do you want me to do?
Why don't you actually
try doing some work then?
Why didn't you fuck--
Why didn't you just come up
-last night?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
Who didn't buy--
They don't fuck with people
who can't drive at night.
They think
they're a bunch
-of squares, so.
-He's fucking with us.
Fuck you, I know
you're fucking with me,
you son of a bitch.
-[woman] Go on. You like to--
-[man] These fucking two.
[Cameron]
What up?
Are you fucking kidding,
dude?
-Kidding what?
-Hey.
-Look what I got for you.
-I don't want that.
-Fucking weirdo.
-You're fucking cutting it
a little close,
don't you think?
What time is it?
Fucking exac--
It's two minutes to.
Oh, I'm exactly on time,
you mean?
That's what I thought.
No fingerprints.
No fingerprints.
Get him.
-[woman] Jeremy!
-You're gonna have
a little fun.
Stick your face out.
I wanna talk to you.
There she is.
It's Meredith cray.
-Who the fuck's Meredith?
-[mumbles]
Hey!
[Meredith]
Yeah, yeah, Jeremy.
I'm watching you.
How come
you got so many people
around on a weekday?
-Don't nobody have a job?
-'Cause I'm popular!
Yeah? You'd have to pay
to be popular.
-Now, just tell me why
-Meredith!
you got all
these fucking people around
on a weekday.
Don't worry about it.
It's a little barbecue.
Get your friends to move
their fucking car.
-They're right in the way.
-Go fuck yourself, Meredith!
Cocksucker.
It's all good, dude.
She's the fucking worst.
She's always
gonna be the worst,
and that's what it is.
Everything's all good!
Don't worry,
part through that shit.
Motherfucker.
Come on.
What's up
with your little
fucking dog's
swollen pinoche, dude?
Don't worry about my dog.
What's up with my deps, bro?
-What deps?
-I need deps.
Dep season's over.
I don't give a fuck
about deps.
So, my brother
will be here soon
with some more samples.
You guys
can check those out.
These are super nice.
Nice nose.
Everything's good.
Let me know
what you think, yeah?
It's not diesel,
but I like it.
-All right.
-It's kind of nice.
I think some
will be on its way.
-Ras, dude.
-What do you think
-for numbers?
-I mean--
Oh, shit,
shit's coming off.
Nice. How'd you get the one
that worked?
-Yeah, dude.
-Fuck.
'Cause I rule
and you fucking don't.
What about this one?
I don't know, we got shit
going haywire over here.
Are we gonna fucking actually,
like, work?
You're like,
"Be here at 2:00."
-We're here.
-This is, like, how we--
This is how we do it,
we hang.
Yeah, how do you get
this one to work?
Oh, you wanna fly
the big one, huh?
-Yeah.
-I bet you do.
That one will take
your fucking hand off.
Show him how to fly
the big one, dude.
You're being
a fucking cocktease.
Oh, I'll show him
how to fly the big one.
Come on,
let's get busy, dude.
-This is bullshit.
-We gotta--
Hey, can you get me
any blow?
No. What-- What?
Beat it.
Oh, we gotta grab our--
We gotta grab our shit
-out of the truck, dude.
-Yeah, well, I mean,
unless
you brought a helper.
Which, I mean,
none of you work.
Oh, how'd you get
that one to go?
'Cause I rule, dude.
I've already explained it.
God,
this fucking shit sucks.
-Here, Mason.
-Come on, pick Bear's board.
Help me grab that shit
out of the truck.
-Come on.
-Nah.
-Okay.
-I'd rather fly.
Let's get 'er done here,
bud.
-Cameron.
-Sarah. Nice to meet you.
-Simon.
-Nice to meet you.
-Thank you for waiting.
-Yeah.
This is my little partner,
my little brother, Mason.
Hi. You're cute.
He's gonna be
a heartbreaker.
You like his ass, huh?
Little sex machine.
Doesn't take after you,
clearly.
-[Jeremy laughs]
-Just kidding. Jokes.
All right, get your head
out of your ass.
-Oh.
-How many you got?
There's 83 of 'em.
-Eighty-three?
-Yeah.
[Jeremy] That's not--
Not the full box,
but it's close, though.
Same sample?
Yeah, it's the one
that the picture there
that she showed you.
That's the only--
That's the only change
in this day,
is that there's not--
The not the number
you thought there was.
They're still
at the same number,
which is not
what you wanted,
but it's close,
it's close as you're getting
-to a box today.
-Well, same price?
Yeah, dawg, we're not
fucking switching shit.
Whatever--
Yeah, whatever you guys
-talked about.
-Yeah.
All right, let's do it.
It's big bills.
Opposed to small bills.
Fucking smart.
He's got a counter.
We can blow it through
if you want.
Okay, cool.
All ten stacks?
Yeah.
You gotta be
fucking kidding me,
-fucking Cameron!
-What?
Put that fucking--
Put that loot
back in that fucking bag
right now.
-Why?
-Because there's fucking a pig
in front
of my fucking house, dude.
-What?
-Yes.
I'm not fucking around.
Now.
Stay the fuck there.
Don't fucking move.
There's a fucking sheriff
talking to--
What do you guys got
in those cases?
We have medical marijuana
in those cases, sir.
You got paperwork
for that?
Are you kidding me, dude?
Cameron, sit the fuck down,
Cameron.
Cameron, sit the fuck down,
Cameron.
You definitely sit
the fuck down.
-[Sarah] Shut the fuck up.
-Ease, out of my way, man.
Shh. Just stay cool.
[mumbles]
You sit the fuck down.
You sit the fuck down.
Listen, listen, you're acting
like a fucking chump.
You're acting like
a fucking psycho.
-Shh!
-I'm not psycho!
-You're fucking--
-I'm smarter than you, stupid!
You know, they're not
coming in my fucking house!
[voices fade]
They don't have
a fucking warrant.
They're not coming
in this house.
How do I know that?
You're a fucking square.
I don't give a fuck
who you are.
[officer]
Here we go.
All right, come with me.
How you doing, officer?
Having a nice day today?
Right, I understand.
First of all,
I'm not being some fuck up.
-[Simon] Yes.
-Secondly, sit the fuck down.
-No.
-Thirdly, sit the fuck down.
-[Sarah] You shut the fuck up.
-You're acting like
a fucking amateur.
-Sit the fuck down.
-I'm an amateur?
Yeah, how is running out
of my fucking house smart?
I don't want to be
in this house...
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
-You're not fucking going.
-Hey, hey, hey.
You're good. You're good.
We're good. Hey.
We're paid, we're paid.
Come on, let's get
the fuck out of here.
This is embarrassing.
They're-- You're acting like
a bunch of fucking amateurs.
There's a fucking--
There's an incident
that has nothing to fucking do
with us out fucking front.
Go ahead and have a seat.
Find it? Cool.
Yeah. Just let them
do their thing, man.
Be out of here
in a minute.
Nice day.
We do something wrong?
Not yet.
We're good.
You can go,
but not this second.
Just calm the fuck down.
They're not fucking here.
I'm not holding you
fucking prisoner.
I'm just smarter than you,
dummy.
Whose house is this?
I don't know the guy.
Just found the truck
on Craigslist.
Sent me the address
so I'm here.
But no one answered, so.
[Jeremy] Get the fuck out
of my face, all right?
-[muffled arguing]
-[whispers] Make a right. Shh.
[Mason whispers]
There are spiders in here.
I know. Shh.
Get the fuck out of my face,
you square.
-Listen--
-Sit the fuck down.
I'm fucking for real!
Sit down! Now!
No! I ain't doing shit!
That's my box.
Go fuck yourself!
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
Stop! Stop!
Shh.
What are you doing
with all this?
Well, sir, we came here
to get a truck for my brother,
but we're not from here.
And we didn't feel safe
leaving that in the car,
so we just brought it with us.
It felt safer.
We are going,
you fucking insane person,
you asshole.
You haven't even seen
fucking crazy, brah.
-Dude, get the fuck out
-Sit the fuck down.
of my face,
get the fuck out of my face.
Get the fuck down
before I knock your little
bitch ass out, for real.
You wanna keep your hands
where I can see 'em?
Yeah.
Sit the fuck down now!
-Are they gonna come inside?
-I don't know.
[Jeremy]
This is my house.
What's gonna happen
if they come inside?
-I'm gonna get arrested.
-What about me?
You're not gonna be arrested.
You're too young.
-Will I go to juvie?
-No.
Trust me,
you won't, I promise.
-Who will I live with?
-I don't know right now.
You gotta be quiet.
[officer]
Why don't you guys sit tight
till he finishes
checking you out?
-I'm sorry.
-For what?
I don't know.
I just am.
You didn't do
anything wrong, though.
Feels like I have.
Well, you didn't.
[Jeremy]
Shut the fuck up.
Comes out clean.
No warrants.
Wanna check and see
if there's anybody home?
Yeah.
-No!
-Just sit down.
You shut the fuck up.
[knock on door]
County sheriff.
Anybody home?
-[knocking continues]
-Lay down. Do it now.
Appears to be nobody home.
Okay.
Well then, we're good.
♪ Sit the fuck down now ♪
♪ Sit the fuck down now
you fucking wannabe ♪
♪ Fucking nerds ♪
[faint singing
and arguing]
I am the fuck out of here.
Where the fuck
is the back door?
Come on, y'all come back now,
ya hear?
[Simon]
Calm the fuck down, Sarah.
-[Sarah mumbles]
-Fuck you, you NorCal bitch.
-[Jeremy] Really?
-[Sarah] You're wel--
Yeah, you're welcome.
I have a fucking number
that you can call--
[Jeremy]
Fuck you, Connor. Kiss rocks!
[groans]
Cameron!
Really?
These two. Yo!
Cameron, my dog!
What are you doing?
[laughs]
You are such
a fucking pussy.
The cops
aren't even here, dude.
Fucking should have never
showed you where this was.
You're such a fucking rat.
Get out.
Fucking cops are gone,
come on.
Fucking pussy.
[Cameron]
Fuck.
[music playing]
in an hour.
All right.
[loud knock on door]
All right, so you got the boy
all situated?
Yeah, we do.
I got an extra room upstairs,
so...
-All right, well...
-Yeah.
And you're working where?
I'm doing
a landscaping company.
-I kind of work for myself.
-Okay.
You know,
I make my own hours.
I got a few clients.
What about school for him?
There's one, you know,
20 minutes away.
It's a little bit of a drive,
but he's gonna be--
-How does he get there?
-I'll drive him.
-Okay. All right.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-All right, good.
Yeah, it's nice up there.
It's secluded, you know?
-Mm, elbow room.
-Yeah.
Well, we got kind of
a long drive ahead of us.
Yeah. Sure.
Get going, thank you.
I appreciate you
getting in touch with me
instead of Child
Protective Services.
Oh, you seem to have your head
screwed on right.
Mm-hmm.
Well, all right,
good luck to you both.
You ready?
God, that guy loves
to fucking talk.
You wanna eat before or after
we get your stuff?
-Doesn't matter.
-All right.
Let's get that
out of the way.
[exhales]
You're getting big, dude.
What grade you in now?
Seventh.
What the fuck?
[sighs]
You sleep all right?
Yeah.
If I make some breakfast,
will you eat?
-Yeah.
-You like omelettes?
Yeah.
All right, I'll leave
my ball cheese
off your omelettes.
What is there to do
up here?
I got a tree house.
[man] I don't know,
it needs a little work,
but it's kind of cool.
Got a tire swing, too.
What the fuck?
We're out of gas.
Yeah, that's the game.
Run it back.
-Where you going?
-Fuck that.
-Run it back.
-I'm done.
Really?
[telephone rings]
Hey, can you bring that
to me?
[boy]
Where is it?
You might have to look
a little.
-Hello?
-[operator's voice mumbling]
Here, it's for you.
-[man] Mason?
-Yeah?
Oh, good, I was hoping
they'd let you go
with Cameron.
Where's he at?
-I think he went outside.
-Really?
How's it going?
Good, I guess.
Yeah. Listen, looks like
I'm gonna be gone
for a while.
I know.
I want you
to be good now.
-I will.
-You can't fuck things up
because then
you got no place else to go.
-This is it.
-All right.
-What's that?
-I said okay.
Just because
I fucked things up
doesn't mean you have to.
I know.
You gotta always
ask yourself this question,
"Am I doing right,
or am I doing wrong?"
And if you're gonna do wrong,
make sure you do it right.
I know.
-Go get Cameron for me.
-He just walked in.
Well, put him on.
-He said to put you on.
-I don't wanna talk to him
right now.
He can't talk right now.
Put him
on the fucking phone.
He said to put you on.
-Here, take it.
-I don't wanna talk to him
right now.
He wants to fucking--
I don't wanna fucking talk
to him right now.
Look, when I say
I don't want to talk
to somebody on the phone,
I mean it.
I know you didn't ask
for all this.
Neither did I.
I know you probably
don't wanna be here.
And that's okay, too.
But we're gonna have
to figure out a way
to make it work,
all right?
All right.
We'll dial in your room
when we get a chance.
Open up your books
to chapter eight.
For those of you
who are a little slow,
that is page 243.
Mason, where's your book?
I forgot to bring it.
You forgot to bring it.
Sorry, I didn't realize
I had this class today.
Well, I guess you better
wait out here then
and try to memorize
which classes you have
on which days.
Don't forget to bring
your books, faggot.
Nice backpack, queer.
I'm sorry,
I lost track of time.
How'd it go?
Fine.
-You make any friends?
-No.
Well, it takes time.
What about your teachers?
You like them?
I don't know, one of them
is kind of a bitch.
Why?
I don't know why,
she just is.
Well, what a fucking cunt.
See, that's exactly why
I quit school.
You dropped out?
Fuck, yeah,
when I was like 16.
What's up?
Nothing.
What's that?
This is pH down.
What's it do?
It... helps the plants absorb
all the nutrients
that are in the reservoir.
What strain is it?
This is sour diesel.
-Is it a kush?
-What do you know about kush?
-I know it's the best.
-Oh, yeah?
'Cause you heard that
in some rap songs?
No.
Why don't you grow kush?
'Cause the East Coast
wants sour diesel.
It's like kush's cousin.
-Do you smoke weed?
-Uh-uh. Not anymore. Do you?
No. Then how do you know
if it's any good?
You just look at it, smell it.
I don't know.
Hey, what's this?
That is
an air conditioner.
What about that?
That is a CO2 burner.
And this?
That's ventilation
for the lights.
You hook this all up
yourself?
Yep,
after my partner left.
Where's he at?
Oh, he's in prison.
Why?
'Cause he got caught.
How often
do you have to water?
A few times a week.
How long till it's done?
Mm, couple months.
Then what?
Then I chop it down,
hang it up,
dry it,
trim it, and sell it.
-To who?
-Whoever wants to buy it.
Do you sell it
to the clubs?
Sometimes.
I try not to, though.
Why?
'Cause
they're fucking greedy.
How did your partner
get caught?
He got pulled over
with 100 pounds in Texas.
How'd he get pulled over?
Well, he had
California license plates,
for one.
Was it your guys' weed?
Yeah.
How much money is that?
A lot.
Are you scared
of getting caught?
I try not to think
about it.
"Welcome.
Please have a seat.
Thank you for taking
the time to attend.
We only have a short time
to complete this conference,
so if you have any questions,
please make them brief
or wait
until the question portion
at the end.
The purpose of this conference
is to share my evaluation
of progress this semester.
I'll be discussing
my classes,
my behavior,
and my study skills.
I'll also be asking you
to help me
accomplish some goals
that I've set for myself.
My weaknesses in organization
are not writing things down
and not having pencils.
I will improve
by writing things down
and having pencils.
My weaknesses in homework
are not doing it
and not asking for help
doing it.
I will improve
by doing my homework
and asking for help
doing it."
Will you really?
Yeah.
Who would you ask
for help?
Probably my brother.
Probably?
I'm gonna hold you to that.
If he asks you for help,
are you gonna make the time
to help him?
Of course.
So,
for my self-reflection marks,
I gave myself a check
for sit up,
a check for lean forward,
a minus for ask questions,
a minus
for side conversations,
and a check
for track your teacher.
Here's my grades
right now.
Social Studies, "F,"
Science, "D,"
Language Arts, "F,"
Math, "D,"
Spanish, "F," and P.E., "B."
Good job.
Excuse me?
On the "B" in P.E.
Good job.
We both know
he could be doing better.
Well,
not in kickball class.
These grades
are a cry for help.
Well,
that's one perspective.
You know, I don't know
the details
of your guys' home life,
I am guessing here
that you've known
your fair share
of hardship,
but it would help him
if you took this seriously.
You need
to get these grades up,
and you need
to turn in your homework
and you need to do
what you're told
and follow the rules,
okay?
'Cause if you don't,
then you're not gonna amount
to anything,
and you're just never
gonna be able get a job,
and you're just gonna be
a stupid loser
your whole life, dude.
Mason,
would you wait outside?
Sure.
You graduated high school,
right?
No.
Hmm.
What do you do?
I'm in sales.
What do you sell?
What do you need?
I sell medical supplies.
I work from home.
It's very fortunate
considering your lack
of education.
Yeah, it is, I guess.
I think
it's highly irresponsible
of you to have
such a nonchalant attitude
about his education.
You know,
if you read between the lines,
you would see
that it's the opposite.
I actually care about him
so much
that I wouldn't dare,
like, scold him
or make him feel worse
than he probably already does
for something as irrelevant
as a social studies grade.
That is hardly irrelevant.
Really? Do you even know who,
like, designs the curriculum
that you're teaching?
It's the same group of people
that own all the banks.
They own all the media,
all the politicians.
They own
all the corporations.
They own
the federal reserve, too.
So, they can just print up
as much money
as they want, right?
And then take half
of your paycheck
to pay back interest
on that loan
for the money that they
just printed out of nowhere.
And then they cut your pay
and they blame you
because he's got an "F"
in Social Studies.
It's ridiculous.
The game's rigged.
And like the fact
that he's not,
like, sitting up
and leaning forward
to listen
to the disinformation
you're teaching
is fucking hopeful,
and I'm proud of him
for that.
[man] Tell me a little bit
about your anxiety.
[Cameron]
I'm sick
when I get around, like,
large crowds of people
or new places.
I get, like, sweaty palms,
shortness of breath.
And your insomnia?
Tell me about that.
I don't know,
I just have trouble sleeping.
Okay, so, it says you have
a little bit of depression?
-Is that recent?
-It might be seasonal.
Okay, so let me see.
It says you prefer edibles.
Which kind
do you mainly use?
I mean, I actually prefer
to juice it,
but you didn't have
that option
on there, so, I mean, yeah,
I'll do edibles, too.
I try to refrain
from smoking it.
Okay, great, and, um...
is there anything else?
Um...
I was actually hoping
that you could get me
an exemption.
I can write you up
for 99 plants
and 12 pounds.
Okay?
Just go ahead and write
this out here for you.
And...
and you're good to go.
And this
is our new business license.
Ha-ha.
♪ Three two one
comin' in with a bang ♪
♪ Two dark-skinned niggas
not a muthafuckin' gang ♪
♪ Pimps with limps
never known as simple ♪
♪ We smoke dank
not the bammer shit ♪
♪ Damn that bammer
ain't no good ♪
♪ You might as well smoke
some rolled-up wood ♪
♪ And you laugh and said
those rhymes was funny ♪
♪ But trip on the sense
that I'm stressin' ♪
♪ You punk-ass dummy ♪
♪ Get with the program ♪
♪ Can you see bammer ♪
♪ Nothin' but a scammer
false high ♪
♪ Nothin' but an untruth
a fear ♪
♪ For a everyday lie
to dank ♪
♪ To the claim of fame ♪
♪ Ain't it a gram
that you seek to gain? ♪
♪ Once knew a girl
named Brenda ♪
♪ Smokin' that bammer
was her everyday agenda ♪
♪ She used to laugh
and giggle ♪
♪ Until Mr. C moved
next to her building... ♪
-Times how many gallons?
-Ten.
Times how many gallons
in that?
Fine?
-Is that the top?
-Yeah.
Then lop it off.
Now, how many more
do you have to do
to get to 550?
350-- No,
we're not there yet.
Open it back up.
How many more
do we have to do?
♪ Grab a joint ♪
♪ Don't gimme
no bammer weed ♪
♪ We don't smoke that shit
in the SFC ♪
♪ Don't gimme
no bammer weed... ♪
We just did 350.
We need to get to 550.
Now, a little more.
♪ Don't gimme
no bammer weed ♪
♪ We don't smoke that shit
in the SFC... ♪
And if you see a branch
that needs to, like,
get pulled through the cage,
like,
don't be bashful, look.
See how that can bend through?
Try to open them up a bit.
♪ I was chillin' outside
on a hot day ♪
♪ It was me and my niggas
just check what I say ♪
♪ Let's fade let's go see
the dank man... ♪
[yells out]
Dude, fuck this, man.
-I'm over it.
-[paintball gun pops]
Ow! What the-- Dude!
Fucking stop!
Fuck this, dude.
It's fucking bullshit.
I didn't even want
to play this game.
[Cameron]
Are you serious?
What?
You're gonna complain
about fucking paintball?
-Yeah.
-Oh, my God, dude.
We used to play
with fucking pellet guns
and never complained
about it.
No. Oh, my fucking God, dude.
Fucking stupid.
You're being
such a fucking weenie.
Come on, man. Dude!
I'll give you-- I'll give you
five free shots, come on, man.
-Seriously?
-Yeah, man.
-Fuck! Ow.
-Hurts, huh?
[music playing]
I can help you
if you want.
You wanna help me trim?
-I've done it before.
-For who?
Dad.
Really?
Trimming sucks.
I actually like it.
I mean... all right.
Whatever you wanna do.
How old were you when you
started smoking weed?
Um, I was like ten.
I used to fucking steal it
from Dad.
He finally caught me,
though.
-What did he do?
-He beat the fuck out of me.
It didn't stop me, though.
Do you plan on doing this
for the rest of your life?
Do what, grow weed?
Yeah.
Yeah, maybe,
I mean, it's pretty much
all I know how to do.
What about
when it becomes legal?
That won't happen.
You don't think so?
Not a chance.
Why not?
You got
all these corporations
with monetary incentives
to keep it illegal,
and they're willing
to spend the money
to lobby the politicians in DC
to make sure of it.
If everybody
that was making money
off weed
put it all together
to lobby
to those same politicians,
it might have a chance,
but that'll never happen
because
then those same people
wouldn't be making money
anymore.
So, you don't want it
to be legal?
Fuck, no, then what?
Go back to school? Get a job?
Pay taxes?
It's a fucking joke.
So, that's why you grow weed?
To not pay taxes?
That's partly why I grow weed.
I mean, it really is medicine.
Just 'cause
some people abuse it
doesn't take away
the fact.
Also it's like one
of the few ways
that working-class peasants
like us
can fucking bump up
to the middle class.
What do you mean?
I'm fucking 25,
and I made it.
Do you own this house?
No, I pay rent.
How much?
Like $5,000 a month.
So, you haven't
really made it then.
Sounds like your landlord has,
though.
[trimmers buzzing]
Dude, come on.
What,
are you gonna stare, dude?
Fucking knock.
-Sorry.
-Don't be sorry.
-Just fucking knock first.
-Gotta take a shit.
Well, wait till I'm done.
Come on, just let me go
to the fucking toilet.
Wait till I'm done.
What are you even
doing in there?
What does it look like
I'm doing?
I don't know.
I'm getting ready.
I have a friend coming over.
I can't hold it.
Go upstairs
in your own bathroom.
I like to take a shower
after I shit.
Oh, my God,
quit being so fucking weird
and just go
in your own bathroom.
You're the one
who's fucking weird.
[car approaches]
-Hi.
-Hi, there. You must be Mason.
-Yeah.
-I'm Veronica,
-and your brother has told me
-Nice to meet you.
a lot about you.
[chuckles]
Come inside.
So, is he in the shower?
-He's trimming his pubes.
-How do you know that?
I kind of walked in
on him.
Wow, he must have been
pretty pissed off.
-Yeah.
-Yeah, sometimes people need
a little bit of privacy.
So, are girls
into that stuff?
-You mean guys who shave?
-Yeah.
-Depends on the girl.
-What about you?
I'm open.
So, what has my brother
told you about me?
He said that you were way
too smart for your own good,
very funny,
and you actually remind him
of himself
when he was your age.
-Really?
-Yeah.
You sound like
my kind of guy.
-Mm.
-[laughs]
So, you got a little sister
or what?
I do, actually.
[chuckles]
You behave.
Hey, handsome.
You're early.
I missed you.
Your brother told me
what you were up to in here.
What?
He's such a little snitch.
He's a cutie.
Do you love me?
Mm-hmm.
Let me hear you say it.
I love you.
Say it again.
I love you.
I love you.
[Cameron]
Waiting on you.
Make sure it's a good one.
Stop. Are you sure?
Think about it
really hard.
-How about--
-Okay.
Okay, see,
you don't want me
to know which one's yours,
'cause you automatically lose
if I don't draw--
I know which one's yours.
-Which one?
-It's in my right hand,
now it's in my left.
Right, left.
See it?
-Yep, skeletons in the closet.
-Oh, actually.
Or plumber's crack.
I'm going
with plumber's crack.
That one was actually--
Yeah. It's that one.
Super uncomfortable.
Where you at?
[Mason]
Up here.
Get down here now.
-Yeah?
-[mocking] Yeah?
-What?
-You killed all
our fucking plants.
What do you mean "What"?
I did? How?
I don't know.
You tell me.
I don't know, I did exactly
what you told me to do.
Oh, really?
I told you to kill the plants?
-'Cause you did.
-No.
You killed the plants.
I know I didn't.
Do you know how?
Do you know how
you killed the plants?
No.
'Cause I do.
It looks like they got burnt.
Did you use a pH meter?
No, 'cause it was was dead,
and I-- So, I just--
-[groans]
-So, you just what?
You just killed
the fucking plants
'cause the pH meter
was dead?
-So what?
-No, I measured
fucking 55ml,
-so it should've been fine.
-Oh. Really?
Are you sure
it wasn't teaspoons?
'Cause
the fucking markings
are right next
to each other.
My bad.
[mocking] My bad.
My bad.
I just cost us $20,000.
My fucking bad.
I'm sorry.
It was an accident.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Fucking...
Are you fucking high
right now?
Why do you smell
like weed?
You fucking smoking weed?
Come here. Come here.
Fucking back away from me.
Are you high right now?
-No.
-No? Yeah, you are.
You're such
a fucking liar, dude.
-No, I'm not.
-Yeah, you are.
Don't fucking lie to me.
-I'm not lying to you.
-Oh, really?
I'm gonna give you
one more fucking chance
to tell the truth.
Are you high right now?
-No, I'm not.
-Yeah.
No, you're not high
right now?
Yeah, you are fucking high
right now, you liar.
You think
I'm fucking stupid?
No.
'Cause I'm not
fucking stupid.
-Okay, I was.
-Oh, you were?
Hmm.
So, now I can't trust you
'cause you fucking lie to me.
How am I supposed
to trust you?
I don't know.
It's why you don't lie
to people, dude.
Then don't trust me, dude.
I don't care.
That's not gonna work out
well for you.
Where do you think
you're gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
This is it.
Lie to me again, motherfucker.
See what happens.
I won't.
I can't believe you're fucking
smoking weed, dude.
This whole time?
What? Why are you
just standing there?
Say something.
Say something, stupid.
Say something!
What?
Is there a problem with it?
Obviously, there's a problem
with you lying to me about it.
I don't know why I lied.
I just did.
Oh, really?
[mumbles]
Fucking-- Fucking
make me sick, dude.
Get the fuck out
of my face.
-Hey, hey. Get back here!
-No. No!
Get fucking back here!
Get fucking-- I'm not
fucking around with you, dude.
How long
have you been smoking weed?
-How long you--
-As long as
-I've been with you.
-Oh, really? Why?
'Cause it makes me
feel good.
Okay. Fine, then.
Don't fucking lie to me
ever again.
I don't give a fuck
if you smoke weed.
Don't lie to me, dude.
I let you
into my fucking world.
You're the one teaching me
how to grow weed.
-Oh, really--
-Fucking hypocrite, dude.
I'm not mad at you
for fucking smoking it.
I'm mad at you
for lying about it.
You're the one
who's a drug dealer.
I'm not a fucking d--
I've never sold a drug
in my life.
Keep telling yourself that,
fool.
You're a fool.
So, what's the deal?
Well, Mason thought
it would be a good idea
to hit this boy
in the head.
-Why?
-'Cause he pantsed me.
Regardless,
Mason needs to apologize.
The other boy's already
taken responsibility
for his actions.
-Screw that.
-Just say you're sorry.
I'm not sorry.
[woman]
Mason, this is serious.
You are not going
to be able to walk
with the rest of your class
in graduation
-as a result of this.
-I don't care.
Hey, stop it,
and just say you're sorry.
I'm sorry for pantsing you.
I was just playing around.
Okay, now it's your turn.
I'm sorry
you pantsed me, too.
-Seriously?
-What?
If this happens next year
when you're in high school,
the authorities
would be involved.
Guess what?
I'm not sorry.
I'd do it again next year.
You know what?
Grab your stuff.
All right, now if
you're gonna hit somebody,
make it count.
Try again.
-Make it fucking count!
-I am.
Well,
get your hips into it
and level
the motherfucker then,
all right?
Like that?
Yeah. Sure.
If you wanna get laughed at
and then beat the fuck up.
No, that wouldn't happen.
Like that?
Ha, like, yeah, sure,
if you wanna fucking fight
a fairy and win.
Why am I even fighting
this guy?
Because he's threatening
to fucking steal
your lunch money.
I eat school lunch.
All right, he's threatening
to steal your wallet.
-I don't have a wallet.
-Okay, he's threatening
-to rape your girlfriend.
-What girlfriend?
He's threatening
to rape you.
How?
In the fucking butt,
-that's how.
-Why?
Because
he's a fucking pervert.
Are you serious?
Pretend. Pretend.
Pretend a guy
wants to rape me?
Oh, my-- You know.
-[groans]
-Okay.
You fucking--
You think that fucking guy
is gonna be raping anybody?
-No.
-Exactly.
That's why
you gotta fucking dig deep.
You gotta let
that anger out.
You can't
fucking bottle it up, man.
That's how people
get cancer.
Come on, man.
Let's go. It's rape time.
-Come on, man.
-What the fuck?
Oh--
I'm sorry.
No, that's good, dude!
It's rape time,
come on, man, let's go.
Hit me
in the fucking face.
-Let's go.
-Fuck you, dude! What the--
Let's go.
-In the eye, bitch.
-Stop fucking around.
[whirring]
What would you have done
with all your money
if your partner
didn't get arrested?
I was gonna start
this fertilizer company
and soil company.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-For what?
-To fucking make money.
During
the fucking gold rush,
all the gold miners
went broke.
-You know who got rich?
-Who?
The motherfuckers
selling gold mining equipment.
So, that's what
I was trying to do.
Plus I had
the fucking best slogan ever.
What was your slogan?
We're number one
in number two.
It's pretty good.
Have you ever been
in a fight?
Yeah, I've been
in hella fights.
I used to get in 'em
all the time.
I used to have to go
to fucking counseling and shit
when I was a kid.
That's good.
Who won?
-Who won what?
-The fight.
The last fight
that you were in.
Fuck, who you think won?
Not you.
Shit, son,
I always been a winner.
Smells bad.
Don't breathe it in,
actually.
Put your shirt
over your face.
-I can't. I'm holding this.
-There you go.
Wait, wait, no, two hands.
There it is.
[singsong]
Sketchy.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
You sure?
[door unlocks]
-Hey.
-What? I'm fine.
Motherfuckers got us
on lockdown
23 hours a day just 'cause
some fucking nigger
stabbed an--
Hey, we don't wanna hear
that shit.
Oh, I forgot,
you can't say nigger, right?
Hey, wait, wait,
wait, wait a minute.
Come on back, come on.
Have a seat, have a seat.
That's good.
Now, that's better. Sorry.
That's better.
So, how's it going?
You playing any sports?
-No, I'm not.
-No?
Why don't you take
your fucking brother
to a baseball game,
Cameron?
You're looking healthy.
Yeah, I've been working out
in my cell.
Push-ups, sit-ups,
burpees, and whatnot.
Rather be outside,
of course.
Yeah, my cellie and me
got a new routine
marked out.
-It's killing my back, though.
-Same guy?
Nah, it's new one.
I mean, he's all right.
He stabbed his old lady
a couple of times
when he caught her
cheating on him,
but other than that,
he's a good guy.
-Yeah.
-Jesus.
-Yeah, he don't play around.
-Guess not.
What are you gonna do?
Listen, my back and my feet
have been killing me.
I thought maybe I had
that peripheral,
you know,
that nerve thing,
but I had it
checked it out,
and they said
I'm in the clear,
so who the fuck knows?
Well, it's good
you're in the clear.
No, it's not.
Now, I think
it could be my shoes.
There's a guy in here
who's got the hook up for shoes
-with cushioned insoles.
-Uh-huh.
And he's a hungry fucker,
so I'm working him
for a trade.
You're gonna trade your food
for shoes?
Fuck yeah,
the big boy loves to eat,
the fat motherfucker.
And I got a six-month stash
of soups.
You see, I've been doing
these sports pools.
We bet on everything,
basketball, football, NASCAR,
tennis, you name it.
And you know me,
I've always been
a winner, right?
Right.
Yeah, so that's how I got
the soups and whatnot.
And what else?
Oh, yeah, were you able to put
any money on my books,
'cause I got commissary
coming up.
I was gonna put some on
on the way out.
Mm. Well, I hate
to ask you this.
Do you think you could throw
a little more on there?
-For what?
-"For what?"
For me, for fuck's sake.
That's-- For what?
You don't gotta get all loud.
What's the money for?
Oh, sorry, my back.
I can't sleep.
I got this new cunt doctor
that axed my meds.
She said
I didn't need 'em,
but there's this Mexican dude
in here
I can get 'em from.
How much do you need?
Couple hundred just till I can
get 'em prescribed again.
All right,
yeah, I'll throw
a couple hundred on there
for you.
Thanks.
So, how's everything else?
You got a girl?
-Nah.
-No?
Now, that's smart.
Really, you know,
better off without them.
Hookers are cheaper
in the long run anyway.
Yeah, I just don't
get out much,
you know?
You'll never lose out on pussy
when you're chasing money,
but you always lose money
when you're chasing pussy.
Make a note of that, Mason.
Words of wisdom.
I don't think
he's there yet.
Well, he will be
soon enough
if he's anything like
his old man.
Yeah, maybe.
Listen, this isn't easy
for me to say,
but I wanted to tell you
that I--
Well, I feel bad about
not talking to you
for so many years.
I guess it was a pride thing.
You know,
what's done is done,
and when you get out,
maybe you'd--
That won't be
for a long time.
Why?
You got a sentence?
-Yeah.
-And?
Three.
-What about half time?
-That is half.
You got six fucking years?
Uh-huh. No luck
with the public pretender.
Yeah,
that's why you've always
gotta ask yourself
this question,
"Am I doing wrong
or am I doing right?"
And if you're gonna do wrong,
make sure you do it right.
You got that, Mason?
Yeah.
So, you like
where you're living?
-Yeah.
-Still way out there
-in the cut?
-Yeah.
What the fuck
do you do out there?
Just play games and stuff.
You playing any sports
in school?
I don't play any sports,
remember?
I forgot.
I just told you that.
He's got
a little mouth on him, huh?
No.
Listen to him.
You know, you're lucky
I'm locked up in here.
Otherwise things
might be a little different.
Hey, give me a minute
with my boy, will you?
Yeah.
You being good
to your brother?
Yeah.
Can't fuck up 'cause you got
no place else to go,
this is it.
I just want you
to do good.
I know.
Well, your brother
turned out all right,
so maybe you will, too.
I guess
I'm batting .500 so far,
knock on wood.
See you, Dad.
[cell phone vibrating]
-Yo.
-[man] Yo.
-What up?
-So...
What's a silly little homo
and rhymes with my nuts?
-Cameron!
-That doesn't rhyme at all.
What's up,
you fucking dork?
What's up?
These guys
are the fucking worst,
like, literally
trying to ruin my life.
But put a little box
in your little
fucking box car
and come over
to my house.
Okay,
I'll be there tomorrow.
[sighs] Dude, I've been
doing this all fucking day.
Come over.
They're ready
to rock and roll
or they're gonna dip.
I'm not driving at night,
dude.
Okay, well, maybe
you should fucking grow
a pair
and learn
that this green is gold
and they're ready
to fucking party now.
All right, well, tell them
if they're ready to party,
they can fucking hold off
till tomorrow.
Yeah, their fucking flight
leaves, dude.
It's, like, tonight
or nothing.
Tell them
to fucking rearrange it.
They're not trying
do that.
They're going to try
and fucking party
with hoes
in fucking Vegas
or some shit.
They--
I don't give a fuck,
like--
They don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.
It's either now
or nothing, dude,
and I've wasted
an entire day
trying to push
your fucking weed.
Yeah, well,
if they want it, dude,
they can wait
till the morning.
Fucking--
Just have them change
-their fucking flight--
-Dude, Cameron,
you're a fucking bitch,
dude.
I don't know why the fuck,
like,
I even fuck with this,
dude.
It's a waste
of fucking time
if you're not
gonna fucking work, dude.
It's-- I'm not driving
at night, bro.
What the fuck?
I don't know
what the fuck
you're laughing at, dude.
I'm fucking serious, bro.
Okay. So, then move
someone else's.
-I don't give a fuck.
-And you're a fucking punk,
dude,
I swear to God, dude.
It's like-- Like,
go fuck yourself, Cameron.
Okay, call me back
with an update.
[cell phone vibrates]
Hello?
[man]
Yo, what up, fat ass?
What up?
What are you doing?
-I'm actually eating.
-Go figure.
Well, hopefully
we're even fucking better
than you are today because
looks like this will work.
I got them to push
till 2:00 p.m. mañana.
So, don't fuck up.
Load up that herb now.
Fucking get some sleep.
Be ready to rock and roll
because these guys are trying
to get on a plane,
and I'm trying
to take their money.
Awesome, man,
thank you so much.
-Appreciate it.
-Yup.
-Tell him thank you.
-All right.
-Yo, what's up?
-Well, fucking--
Hey, Mason wanted
to say thank you.
You're paying
for his college.
[man laughs]
-What's up?
-What up, you little retard?
Nothing much.
-What are you doing?
-Just chilling, eating.
Yeah, well,
maybe you can read
so you can learn
how to talk.
Do not be late
or I'll fucking kill you.
-Peace.
-All right. Later, dude.
Hey, I thought you said you
weighed all these out already.
-I did.
-All right, well,
why are they short, then?
Shouldn't they weigh 454?
Plus the weight
of the bag.
Oh, I forgot.
Oh. Goddamn it.
All of 'em, fuck.
Thank God I checked.
Sorry.
I don't want you to be sorry.
I want you to think.
-Here I'll fix them.
-No, we both will.
Obviously,
you can't do it on your own.
You open.
-Are you nervous about today?
-No.
Maybe a little bit.
I am, too.
-You're nervous, too?
-Yeah.
Well, you shouldn't be.
We can't both be nervous.
It's pointless.
-Come on, dude, hurry up.
-I can't help it.
Can't help what?
I'm trying.
-I'm sorry.
-Oh, God, quit saying that.
All done.
Yeah?
I don't need to double-check?
I mean,
you can if you want.
I trust you.
Hey, I'm sorry
for being all moody.
I'm a little stressed out,
as you can see.
It's like our whole
fucking life
right here,
you know what I mean?
Yeah, it's okay.
We're going all in today.
It's a little nerve-racking.
I know.
Well,
here's the good news.
In 12 hours, we'll have
♪ $150,000 ♪
You wanna hit the water?
All right.
Let's start with the big ones.
-Brakes?
-Good.
-Left blinker.
-Good.
Right blinker.
Right blinker.
Nothing?
-Nothing.
-Fuck.
All right.
Here we go, headlights.
-Good.
-Brights.
-Good.
-Right blinker.
-Good.
-And the left.
-Yeah, you're good.
-All right.
What are we gonna do
about the back blinker?
We send it.
We don't really have a choice.
Dude, we're gonna be fine.
Come on.
[music playing]
We don't have shit to eat.
[engine starts]
-Seatbelts.
-Yeah.
Should we listen
to something?
♪ Yep, yeah, yep, yeah, yep ♪
♪ Don't stop, won't stop,
won't quit ♪
♪ Never could, never would ♪
♪ Mac Dre back
with some more shit... ♪
♪ Come on, man ♪
♪ Come on, man ♪
♪ I'm a rap-matic
track addict ♪
♪ And I'm back at it ♪
♪ Play me a beat with this heat
I'ma blap at it ♪
♪ The cat scats
with the Mac spatted ♪
♪ You don't wanna see me,
punk get your hat flatted ♪
♪ Dope like a crack addict
or a hop head ♪
♪ Spit it clear
so you can hear what I said ♪
♪ Pot head hot head nigga
that got dreads ♪
♪ Got bread stop red
get hit with the hot lead ♪
♪ My bed, you might
see three things ♪
♪ High heels, my pills,
and hoes in G strings ♪
♪ I see things through
my pimpin' glasses... ♪
[Cameron]
You want something?
Just get me chips
or something.
I'm gonna get you some nuts.
Extra salty ones.
I know you love
to suck on 'em.
Fuck you.
-Morning.
-How you doing?
Can I get a pack of Blues?
And then the change
out of $50 on pump one.
Okay, change out of $50
on one.
Yeah.
Are you serious?
-Yeah.
-I need you to count that out
if you could.
I counted it
this morning, man.
-$50. $50.
-Count it again, man, please.
All right,
so there's 25 pennies
and a whole quarter
right here,
and then there's four quarters
that make up a dollar.
There you go, there's one.
-There's two.
-Two.
There's three. Three.
-So, you've done this before.
-Three.
All right, cool.
Man, we're getting
in a rhythm now.
-Here we go. Thirteen.
-Thirteen.
Fourteen. Look at this.
It's kind of fun, huh?
[laughs]
Fourteen.
-Fifteen.
-Okay, 15.
-Sixteen. Seventeen.
-Sixteen. Seventeen.
-Eighteen. Nineteen.
-Eighteen. Nineteen.
You want to get involved?
Get a couple.
-Okay.
-It's fun, man, get there.
-Twenty.
-Twenty.
Twenty-one, 22, 23.
-There it is.
-24. 25.
God,
I fucking hate people.
Hey.
Hey! Hey!
Wake up!
What?
You ain't sleeping.
I need you on the job.
-For what?
-Keep your eyes peeled
for cops.
Play a game.
Every cop
you see before me,
I'll give you 100 bucks,
all right?
Okay.
How are we on time?
Cutting it close.
We'll make it, though.
[cell phone vibrates]
Yo.
-[man] Yo!
-Sitting in traffic.
We're getting close.
Yeah. Well, about that.
Yeah, about what?
Well, I got some bad news,
buddy.
What?
These guys
are pulling out.
-What?
-[chuckles]
Yeah, so...
What do you mean
they're pulling out?
Like, what do you mean?
They came and left.
They're not here anymore?
Neg.
When did you find
this out?
Little bit ago.
What the fuck, dude?
You said we had till 2:00.
It's 1:09, I'm, like,
fucking creeping up in traffic
-towards your house.
-Well, you know,
they had to do it
at night.
I don't fucking know.
All right,
what do you want me to do?
Why don't you actually
try doing some work then?
Why didn't you fuck--
Why didn't you just come up
-last night?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
Who didn't buy--
They don't fuck with people
who can't drive at night.
They think
they're a bunch
-of squares, so.
-He's fucking with us.
Fuck you, I know
you're fucking with me,
you son of a bitch.
-[woman] Go on. You like to--
-[man] These fucking two.
[Cameron]
What up?
Are you fucking kidding,
dude?
-Kidding what?
-Hey.
-Look what I got for you.
-I don't want that.
-Fucking weirdo.
-You're fucking cutting it
a little close,
don't you think?
What time is it?
Fucking exac--
It's two minutes to.
Oh, I'm exactly on time,
you mean?
That's what I thought.
No fingerprints.
No fingerprints.
Get him.
-[woman] Jeremy!
-You're gonna have
a little fun.
Stick your face out.
I wanna talk to you.
There she is.
It's Meredith cray.
-Who the fuck's Meredith?
-[mumbles]
Hey!
[Meredith]
Yeah, yeah, Jeremy.
I'm watching you.
How come
you got so many people
around on a weekday?
-Don't nobody have a job?
-'Cause I'm popular!
Yeah? You'd have to pay
to be popular.
-Now, just tell me why
-Meredith!
you got all
these fucking people around
on a weekday.
Don't worry about it.
It's a little barbecue.
Get your friends to move
their fucking car.
-They're right in the way.
-Go fuck yourself, Meredith!
Cocksucker.
It's all good, dude.
She's the fucking worst.
She's always
gonna be the worst,
and that's what it is.
Everything's all good!
Don't worry,
part through that shit.
Motherfucker.
Come on.
What's up
with your little
fucking dog's
swollen pinoche, dude?
Don't worry about my dog.
What's up with my deps, bro?
-What deps?
-I need deps.
Dep season's over.
I don't give a fuck
about deps.
So, my brother
will be here soon
with some more samples.
You guys
can check those out.
These are super nice.
Nice nose.
Everything's good.
Let me know
what you think, yeah?
It's not diesel,
but I like it.
-All right.
-It's kind of nice.
I think some
will be on its way.
-Ras, dude.
-What do you think
-for numbers?
-I mean--
Oh, shit,
shit's coming off.
Nice. How'd you get the one
that worked?
-Yeah, dude.
-Fuck.
'Cause I rule
and you fucking don't.
What about this one?
I don't know, we got shit
going haywire over here.
Are we gonna fucking actually,
like, work?
You're like,
"Be here at 2:00."
-We're here.
-This is, like, how we--
This is how we do it,
we hang.
Yeah, how do you get
this one to work?
Oh, you wanna fly
the big one, huh?
-Yeah.
-I bet you do.
That one will take
your fucking hand off.
Show him how to fly
the big one, dude.
You're being
a fucking cocktease.
Oh, I'll show him
how to fly the big one.
Come on,
let's get busy, dude.
-This is bullshit.
-We gotta--
Hey, can you get me
any blow?
No. What-- What?
Beat it.
Oh, we gotta grab our--
We gotta grab our shit
-out of the truck, dude.
-Yeah, well, I mean,
unless
you brought a helper.
Which, I mean,
none of you work.
Oh, how'd you get
that one to go?
'Cause I rule, dude.
I've already explained it.
God,
this fucking shit sucks.
-Here, Mason.
-Come on, pick Bear's board.
Help me grab that shit
out of the truck.
-Come on.
-Nah.
-Okay.
-I'd rather fly.
Let's get 'er done here,
bud.
-Cameron.
-Sarah. Nice to meet you.
-Simon.
-Nice to meet you.
-Thank you for waiting.
-Yeah.
This is my little partner,
my little brother, Mason.
Hi. You're cute.
He's gonna be
a heartbreaker.
You like his ass, huh?
Little sex machine.
Doesn't take after you,
clearly.
-[Jeremy laughs]
-Just kidding. Jokes.
All right, get your head
out of your ass.
-Oh.
-How many you got?
There's 83 of 'em.
-Eighty-three?
-Yeah.
[Jeremy] That's not--
Not the full box,
but it's close, though.
Same sample?
Yeah, it's the one
that the picture there
that she showed you.
That's the only--
That's the only change
in this day,
is that there's not--
The not the number
you thought there was.
They're still
at the same number,
which is not
what you wanted,
but it's close,
it's close as you're getting
-to a box today.
-Well, same price?
Yeah, dawg, we're not
fucking switching shit.
Whatever--
Yeah, whatever you guys
-talked about.
-Yeah.
All right, let's do it.
It's big bills.
Opposed to small bills.
Fucking smart.
He's got a counter.
We can blow it through
if you want.
Okay, cool.
All ten stacks?
Yeah.
You gotta be
fucking kidding me,
-fucking Cameron!
-What?
Put that fucking--
Put that loot
back in that fucking bag
right now.
-Why?
-Because there's fucking a pig
in front
of my fucking house, dude.
-What?
-Yes.
I'm not fucking around.
Now.
Stay the fuck there.
Don't fucking move.
There's a fucking sheriff
talking to--
What do you guys got
in those cases?
We have medical marijuana
in those cases, sir.
You got paperwork
for that?
Are you kidding me, dude?
Cameron, sit the fuck down,
Cameron.
Cameron, sit the fuck down,
Cameron.
You definitely sit
the fuck down.
-[Sarah] Shut the fuck up.
-Ease, out of my way, man.
Shh. Just stay cool.
[mumbles]
You sit the fuck down.
You sit the fuck down.
Listen, listen, you're acting
like a fucking chump.
You're acting like
a fucking psycho.
-Shh!
-I'm not psycho!
-You're fucking--
-I'm smarter than you, stupid!
You know, they're not
coming in my fucking house!
[voices fade]
They don't have
a fucking warrant.
They're not coming
in this house.
How do I know that?
You're a fucking square.
I don't give a fuck
who you are.
[officer]
Here we go.
All right, come with me.
How you doing, officer?
Having a nice day today?
Right, I understand.
First of all,
I'm not being some fuck up.
-[Simon] Yes.
-Secondly, sit the fuck down.
-No.
-Thirdly, sit the fuck down.
-[Sarah] You shut the fuck up.
-You're acting like
a fucking amateur.
-Sit the fuck down.
-I'm an amateur?
Yeah, how is running out
of my fucking house smart?
I don't want to be
in this house...
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
-You're not fucking going.
-Hey, hey, hey.
You're good. You're good.
We're good. Hey.
We're paid, we're paid.
Come on, let's get
the fuck out of here.
This is embarrassing.
They're-- You're acting like
a bunch of fucking amateurs.
There's a fucking--
There's an incident
that has nothing to fucking do
with us out fucking front.
Go ahead and have a seat.
Find it? Cool.
Yeah. Just let them
do their thing, man.
Be out of here
in a minute.
Nice day.
We do something wrong?
Not yet.
We're good.
You can go,
but not this second.
Just calm the fuck down.
They're not fucking here.
I'm not holding you
fucking prisoner.
I'm just smarter than you,
dummy.
Whose house is this?
I don't know the guy.
Just found the truck
on Craigslist.
Sent me the address
so I'm here.
But no one answered, so.
[Jeremy] Get the fuck out
of my face, all right?
-[muffled arguing]
-[whispers] Make a right. Shh.
[Mason whispers]
There are spiders in here.
I know. Shh.
Get the fuck out of my face,
you square.
-Listen--
-Sit the fuck down.
I'm fucking for real!
Sit down! Now!
No! I ain't doing shit!
That's my box.
Go fuck yourself!
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
Stop! Stop!
Shh.
What are you doing
with all this?
Well, sir, we came here
to get a truck for my brother,
but we're not from here.
And we didn't feel safe
leaving that in the car,
so we just brought it with us.
It felt safer.
We are going,
you fucking insane person,
you asshole.
You haven't even seen
fucking crazy, brah.
-Dude, get the fuck out
-Sit the fuck down.
of my face,
get the fuck out of my face.
Get the fuck down
before I knock your little
bitch ass out, for real.
You wanna keep your hands
where I can see 'em?
Yeah.
Sit the fuck down now!
-Are they gonna come inside?
-I don't know.
[Jeremy]
This is my house.
What's gonna happen
if they come inside?
-I'm gonna get arrested.
-What about me?
You're not gonna be arrested.
You're too young.
-Will I go to juvie?
-No.
Trust me,
you won't, I promise.
-Who will I live with?
-I don't know right now.
You gotta be quiet.
[officer]
Why don't you guys sit tight
till he finishes
checking you out?
-I'm sorry.
-For what?
I don't know.
I just am.
You didn't do
anything wrong, though.
Feels like I have.
Well, you didn't.
[Jeremy]
Shut the fuck up.
Comes out clean.
No warrants.
Wanna check and see
if there's anybody home?
Yeah.
-No!
-Just sit down.
You shut the fuck up.
[knock on door]
County sheriff.
Anybody home?
-[knocking continues]
-Lay down. Do it now.
Appears to be nobody home.
Okay.
Well then, we're good.
♪ Sit the fuck down now ♪
♪ Sit the fuck down now
you fucking wannabe ♪
♪ Fucking nerds ♪
[faint singing
and arguing]
I am the fuck out of here.
Where the fuck
is the back door?
Come on, y'all come back now,
ya hear?
[Simon]
Calm the fuck down, Sarah.
-[Sarah mumbles]
-Fuck you, you NorCal bitch.
-[Jeremy] Really?
-[Sarah] You're wel--
Yeah, you're welcome.
I have a fucking number
that you can call--
[Jeremy]
Fuck you, Connor. Kiss rocks!
[groans]
Cameron!
Really?
These two. Yo!
Cameron, my dog!
What are you doing?
[laughs]
You are such
a fucking pussy.
The cops
aren't even here, dude.
Fucking should have never
showed you where this was.
You're such a fucking rat.
Get out.
Fucking cops are gone,
come on.
Fucking pussy.
[Cameron]
Fuck.
[music playing]