Heavy (2019) - full transcript

What the fuck?
Oh, fuck!

Baby, come on!
Wake up!

Maddie, come on, baby.
Come on, please.

Please, please
just wake up.

Come on.
Come on, baby.

Please, baby.
Just wake the fuck up.

Baby, baby, listen to me.
Hey, baby.

Come on!
Wake the fuck up!

Baby!

I wish
I could say that this story

we're about to tell you
has a happy ending.



But unfortunately,

that's not gonna be the case.

This is the kind of story
where everyone is to blame

and no one is spared.

Then again, they do say
that love conquers all.

So maybe even death.

All I'm fuckin' saying is,

if I were
to fuckin' get married,

she'd have to be the one.

Bro, what the
fuck do you mean "the one"?

Oh, wait.
That's right.

'Cause you're in deep with her
father, who's your supplier.

And the only way to save
your ass is to marry her!

Yo, bro, hey, hey!
You're always mad corny, bro.



Do you wanna hear
this shit or not?

Okay, go on.

You wanna fucking
go back and talk about

all the fucking
redundant bullshit

that we always talk about?
Sure.

What the fuck
did I start?

Bro, all I'm sayin' is...

I do a lot of drugs, right?

But I always,
always keep it leveled.

Bro, I've
been meaning to ask you.

How the fuck
do you do that shit?

It's simple, man.
I'm tellin' you.

You just gotta, you know, like,
switch your indulgences around.

You know? And then,
at the absolute least,

you gotta, you know,
take a few days off

from whatever you got
yourself into last, you know?

I mean, look, bro.

At this moment, I got
access to so much shit

that I can, you know,
stay fucked up, I don't know,

seven days a week, 365!

366, bro, if it's a leap year.

- Fuck!
- And not catch an itch.

You feel me?

I really need
to fuckin' start doin' that.

'Cause I think that I might
be addicted to coke, bro.

- Like seriously.
- Yeah, no fucking shit, bro.

You buy, like what,
like, fuckin' three ounces

off of me each week?

How the fuck do you even go
through that much shit anyways?

Uh, I don't fuckin' know, yo.
It's kind of a fuckin' blur.

I guess I just...
I party too hard.

Yeah, yeah, well, try and
take it easy, man, all right?

I don't wanna be losing
my little, best custy here.

- I'm touched.
- Yeah.

Look, bro, all I'm sayin' is...

All right,
I do a lot of drugs, right?

But, I keep it level.

And, there's not
a lot of chicks out there

who can, you know,

hang on my shit
without becoming "unhinged."

And by "unhinged" you mean
coked-out fucking drug whores?

Yeah, yeah, basically, bro.
But you know, she can, man.

And throughout the years,
you know, we've been through

so much fuckin' shit together.

Fuck, man.

I think I actually
fucking love that girl.

So how are things
going with Seven?

Did you resolve
any of the issues

you were having last week?

Uh, no, actually.

We had another
fight last night.

A big one, it was, it was bad.

What happened?

It's what always happens.
Just Sev being Sev.

Thanks.

Max, arriving just in time, man.

Ah, man,
I'm so glad to see you, man.

What's up?
You good?

Yeah.

I'm gonna give you about,
like two for each.

I'll put 'em
right where they wanna be

for the next couple of hours.

And then, you know, just
give me like two, whatever.

- Word?
- Yeah.

My man.

Damn, dude.
You hear me?

That's right, bro.
Aw, fuck, Ellis.

- Oh, shit.
- You want me?

She's a problem, man.

- I'm Zhanna.
- Sev, pleasure is all mine.

Ellis tells me
you have molly?

Mm, Ellis talks a lot.

But, uh, yes, I sure do.
It just depends on something.

Oh, really?
And what does this depend on?

Well, it depends on whether or
not you're gonna dance with me.

Dance with you?

- Yep.
- For real?

Where the fuck
do you find these girls, Sev?

Maddie, I wasn't...

Fucking in a disgusting,
pissed covered club bathroom?

Are you fuckin' serious?

- Maddie, that's...
- Shut up, Seven!

Shut up!
Was she the only one tonight?

Huh?
Was it just the one?

Or were there more of
your nasty, fuckin' drug whores?

Baby, that's not
what was happening.

- I fucking hate you, Seven!
- No, baby, stop!

- I fucking hate you!
- Stop, stop!

I hate you!
I hate you!

I hate you!

I hate you.

Maddie, I fuckin' love you.

No, you don't.
No, you don't.

You can't.

You can't when you're constantly
doing these things to me.

- Always.
- Maddie.

Why do you always
do this to me?

Why?

Do you know
what this feels like?

You hurt me.
You hurt me so fucking badly.

All the time.
Why?

Why do you
do these things to me?

- Why?
- I don't know.

- Why, why, why?
- Baby, I don't know.

I don't know, all right.
I don't know.

This is ruining me inside.
This is ruining me inside.

I don't want
to hurt like this anymore!

- I know.
- I don't want...

I can't.
I can't take it.

I can't.

Then why do you stay?

Because I fucking
love you, Seven.

And I can't stop.

And I wanna stop
so fuckin' badly.

You don't even know.

- But I can't.
- Maddie, Maddie...

I can't 'cause you got me.
You fucking got me.

- And all you do is hurt me.
- Maddie.

- Don't fuckin' touch me!
- Maddie, please.

No, I'm fucking serious.
Don't fucking touch me.

You don't think
he's taking advantage of you

when he does
these things he does?

No, no, it's not like that.
He doesn't...

He doesn't
do that stuff to hurt me.

He just, he can't, he can't
help himself, you know?

He hates himself,

so he's always trying
to do or feel something new.

So that he can try and forget
about the horrible stuff

he feels deep down
'cause of his brother.

What happened with his brother?

Well, um,

there was this accident.

- Mm-hm?
- A bad one.

And his brother got hurt.

So, his grandma kicked him out.

He's been on his own
since he was 16,

dealing with
all this shit all by himself.

I mean, can you imagine
having no one?

And he thinks it's all
his fault, but it's, it's not.

It's his fucking dad's fault.

That's whose
fucking fault it is.

His dad is a piece of shit
who used to do fucked up stuff

to him and like beat on him,

and disappear
for weeks at a time.

And, it was so bad that
they had to come and take him

and his brother away and
send them to his grandma's.

And then, fuck!
All that shit happened.

And then, then he was alone.

Now, he has me.

And I have him.
So we're not alone anymore.

And, yeah, I do realize

that I sound like a complete
fucking psycho right now,

but that's, that's all right.

Not at all.

Yeah, there I was,
alone and in pain.

I couldn't really do
anything about the loneliness,

but I sure knew
how to stop the pain.

Yeah, the heroin.

Bingo.
Yeah.

As you already know,

I ended up going
a little overboard with it.

And trying to kick
an H addiction

with no one around
is pretty up there.

Mm.

So that's why
I'm not leaving Seven.

'Cause without him,
who knows where I'd be?

I mean it's not like

we were like really
good friends or anything.

He was my fuckin' dealer
for fuck's sake.

Your dealer?

Yeah, my dealer.
My, um, my drug dealer.

Oh.

I mean, here I am,
some basically,

some fuckin' H whore

handing him over the remainder
of my student loan.

And he decides to save me?
Like, what?

He gave me back
all the money afterwards too,

so I wouldn't be in debt.

It's just I was so close.

I was so fucking close
to losing myself, completely.

And he pulled me back.

Well, it does sound like
he was very kind to you.

But you're attributing
all of your recovery to him.

Don't get me wrong.

I understand how important
it is to have support

when you're facing
a challenge like that.

But don't you think you might've
had something to do with it?

No.
No.

Madeline, I think
you deserve a lot of credit.

You've clearly
been through so much.

- I mean you...
- No, no.

You don't get it.
He almost died.

I had no place to live.

My loan wouldn't
cover a place and my habit.

So what do you think I chose?

And when he saw that
I didn't have a place to live

he let me stay with him.

And then,
when he realized how bad I was,

he tried getting me to stop.

And boy, let me tell you,
that did not go over well.

So he started doing it with me.

Like whenever
I would slam, he would too.

So if I wanted
to fuck myself up,

I'd have to fuck him up also.

See, I had a pretty sweet
tolerance at that point,

and he didn't.

And it took him
fucking OD'ing on me

for me to realize,

you know, "Wow,
this guy actually, really

fucking cares about you, Maddie.

And he's the only one that does.

And he's gonna fucking die
if you don't stop."

So I did.

And we went through
withdrawal together, you know?

Oh.

- I'm sorry.
- No, don't be sorry.

Don't be sorry.

It's perfectly fine, Madeline.

Hey, that rhymed.

That did too.

God, maybe I'm being selfish
tryin' to change him,

getting mad at him like this.

'Cause that's just who he is.
He's never tried to change me.

Well, besides the Heavy.

And I think we can agree
that that was for the best.

Madeline, I'm so sorry
you've been through all this.

I just want to thank you
for prying that out of me.

I don't know.
I feel so much...

I guess, lighter,
after having said all that.

Thank you
for sharing your story with me.

It's clear to me that he's

an extremely important
part of your life, and as such,

he's a very important
part of helping you.

Not to get you back, but...

In order to get you back
into the swing of things,

we need to get get you
comfortable and secure with him.

Fuck, Seven!
Seven?

Hey!
Hey, come here.

Seven, come on.
Wake up, baby.

Come on.
Come here.

Yeah, it's me.
It's me, all right?

Okay, I need you
to help me out here, okay?

Come on.
I need to get you in the shower.

All right?

I know, I know, I know, baby.

It's okay.
I'm not mad anymore.

I'm not mad anymore, but I
really need you to help me out.

All right?
Okay?

Okay?
Fuck!

Come here.
Come here.

Here, sniff, all right?
Sniff.

Hey, doll.

Hey.

Tell me.

I'm just...

I'm just fucking
done with it all, man.

All of what?
Doing drugs?

No, no, no.
I love this shit.

I'm talkin' about
all the other bullshit.

Me being a piece
of shit to you, Maddie.

Seriously, Madeline.

I'm done hurting you.

I'm fuckin' done.

I don't care about
any of that shit anymore.

Okay?

I had a moment today
and I realized

that I was wrong to expect
all that stuff of you.

You are who you are.

And I need to stop
being so fuckin' selfish

and trying to change you.

I know you love me.

That's all that matters.

Yeah, well...

We're gonna start working
differently, all right?

So now it's my turn
to stop my bullshit.

Babe, if it weren't for you,

I would've fuckin' checked
myself out a long time ago.

- I mean after my brother's...
- No, don't.

He's alive.
Okay?

I'm sure that he's doin' fine.

Bad things happened,
and you got dealt

a really shitty hand
in the beginning, babe.

But you stuck it out

and you played your way
into something desirable.

And you're actually
really fucking amazing.

Yeah.

You are.
You're fuckin' amazing!

Hey!
Look at me.

I'm serious.
I'm serious.

If I were you...

I'd probably be some kind of...

- I don't know.
- What?

- A demon or something.
- No, babe.

- I would.
- No.

You're still a total angel.

Besides,

you're gonna be
a famous actress one day, hm?

How'd your audition go,
by the way?

It was the one
with the network, right?

Yeah.
It went really good I think.

You're gonna be
on TV in no time.

Really, huh?

Mm, life is some shit, huh?

Mm-hm.

You think that
we're gonna make it?

No, but we'll have fun trying.

Truer words, doll.
Truer words.

- Baby?
- Mm?

How do you wanna die?

There it is!

I was wondering when you were
going to get all weird on me.

Seven, shut up!
I'm being serious.

Okay.

- If you could choose.
- Hm?

If I could choose I would
wanna die painlessly.

And beautiful.

And I wouldn't
wanna know I was dying.

I would just want it
to happen, you know?

Peacefully, just drift away
into the darkness.

That does sound nice.

- Your turn.
- My turn?

Yeah.

Balls deep inside of you.

Oh, you're so gross!

Fuck.

Hey.
Where have you been?

I'm having
some type of night, doll.

Oh, my fucking God.
Seven, what happened?

Huh?
What?

- What happened?
- First, I need drugs, all right?

Just roll me a spliff and
then I'll tell you all about

the gangster flick that I just
had the privilege to star in.

Baby, baby, baby, your face.
Your face.

I know.
I know.

Just roll me a spliff,
all right?

Okay.

Well, the core plot point.
I got pistol whipped.

- Twice.
- Oh, my God!

Why, by...
What happened?

I'm guessing I can't just
give you the cliff notes, huh?

Uh-uh, no.

I want the unrated, extended
cut, with director commentary.

All right, where do I start?

Um, I guess...
I guess with the call.

So, um, this morning,
I get a call from Dave.

Wait.
Like thee Dave?

Yeah, babe, like
the only Dave that I know.

Yo.

Holy shit!
What did he say?

Well, can I tell you the story?

Yeah, sorry.
Go on.

So, this morning
I get a call from Dave

saying that he wants
to link up, you know,

because it's been
six fuckin' years.

- So, of course I agree...
- Wait.

Your childhood best friend,
that you've been talking about

for the past forever,
called you up this morning,

and you didn't bother
waking me up to tell me?

Babe, I tried, all right?
You were just dead to the world.

Wake up.

Oh, yeah, 'cause of that shit
you gave me last night.

Anyways, so, you know,
we just met up at this diner.

Oh, fuck!
Yo, my man!

- How the fuck you been, dog?
- What's up, man?

I don't know.

We just caught up for a while,
bullshitted and whatnot.

Shit. It's been forever,
my nigga.

Trust, dude, but, yo,

what the fuck is up
with this get-up, kid?

What are you... It's like fuckin'
80 degrees outside.

What are you,
tryin' to detox or somethin'?

It's the first thing, you
already gettin' at me, nigga?

It's the only thing
I had clean at the moment.

- All right, you asshole?
- Still a fuckin' bum ass, I see.

Suck a fuckin'
dick, man.

Ah, son.
What the fuck is good, man?

How the fuck did you even
get my number, cousin?

Cake, nigga.

Word on the street is you
the mother fuckin' man now.

I mean, I mean,
I mean, I might be.

But you know, I've been
tryin' to stay in the cut.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, well,
not good enough, nigga.

Yeah, well, whatever, man.

I mean if a fuckin' crackhead
like you can find me,

then, yeah, fuck,
I'm in for it, right?

You're goddamn right, boy.

Nah, but for real though,
D, what's aspiring, dog?

- How the fuck you been?
- Hungry, nigga, hungry.

Yeah, I can see that.

You're lookin'
a little slender there, pimp.

What did you lose some weight?

This nigga, man.
What the fuck though, man?

It's been what?

Mother fuckin'
six years and shit?

Yeah, man.
Just about.

Fuck, you know, I'm doin'
all right though, dude.

You know, I can't complain.
I got...

I got a nice little spot,
you know, a fine chick.

- So, I ain't mad.
- Oh, word?

- Yeah.
- You got a chick?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Like a real thing?

- Yeah, man, like, like the one.
- The one?

Yeah.

I ain't never
heard you talk like that, boy.

What the fuck
happened to you, huh?

Remember that "Bitches ain't
shit." tip you used to be on?

You know, we all gotta
grow up sometimes, man.

- You told him about me?
- Of course

Oh, shit.

- Sorry, Sev.
- Fuck, baby!

Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.

- Fuck it hurts!
- Your poor face.

- Yes!
- Okay.

But keep goin',
all right?

Wow, babe, I'm glad
you're so fucking concerned.

- Oh, don't be a pussy.
- I am what I eat, baby.

Oh, my God, ew.
Gimme' that.

Anyways, uh...

So, he gets all serious on me
after we finish eating,

asking me if we could
go outside to talk.

- Yeah, I'm good, brother.
- Yo, um...

You mind if I holler
at you outside real quick?

I got somethin' I'm tryin'
to run past you for a second.

- Yeah.
- Oh, all right.

Oh, woo!

- So, what's happenin', D?
- All right, so look.

I got a little deal
I'm workin' on.

- You feel me?
- Mm-hm.

And I was hopin' that you
could help out with supplies.

Seein' as you
the man and all now.

What you lookin' for?

That's the thing.
It ain't for me.

- I'm middin' for this other cat.
- And who's that?

This Puerto Rican nigga.

Just set up shop in Harlem.
Serious cat, serious bread.

He's gonna
put some money in my...

D, D, D, let me
stop you right there, dog.

- Come on.
- What?

Have you not taken
a fuckin' good look at me, dog?

I don't fuck with
crimey niggas no more, D.

My operation
is suit and tie,

white lab jacket,
no burners type shit, dog.

It's straight business, man.

And I don't need any more
of it right now, all right?

Yo, you wouldn't even have
to deal with this shit, a'ight?

You won't have to see the cat.
Look, look.

I'ma deal with
the whole thing,

bring you back your cut of the
bread when when it's wrapped.

Simple and sweet.

D, I got rules
to this shit, all right?

That's what keeps me up.

Yo, I'm askin' you a personal
favor, my nigga, all right?

Like this shit
could really help me out,

put some bread in my pocket.

I'm strugglin' out here
right now, my nigga.

Fuck, man!

How much and of what?

A whole one.
Of Heavy.

All right.

I guess I can
let you run with a zip.

Nah, nah, I ain't talkin'
about a zip, my nigga.

I'm talkin' about a brick.

He wanted you
to front him a brick?

- Yeah, I know.
- Is he fuckin' crazy?

That shit's like 110 grand!

More like 150, babe.

And that's exactly
what I told him.

150 fuckin' racks?

Who the fuck you sellin' to,
the Prince of Persia?

Yo, this ain't some
street shit, dog, all right?

It's pure China.

You heard I was "that dude"?
This is why, man!

Look, it's just
not gonna happen.

I can't let you
roll with that, man.

Look, there's absolutely no way
in Hell that I'm gonna go

meet with some dude that I don't
know to talk about a brick.

Fuck, man!
Get the fuck out of here!

Like, please, dog, tell me
this isn't the only reason

why you hit' me up.

No, my nigga,
of course not, a'ight?

Yeah, that's part of it,

but I straight up wanted to see
how the fuck you was doin', yo.

I just figured, you know,
two birds and shit.

Two birds.
This fuckin' dude right here.

I'm outta here, man.
Fuck you, man.

No, no, no,
let me say somethin'.

- Let me say somethin'.
- What, bro?

- What?
- Look, my bad, a'ight?

A'ight?
That shit's dumb.

All right, I hit you up,
stupid out of nowhere,

and asked you to front me
a fuckin' brick, a'ight?

Look, it's disrespectful,
and I apologize for that shit.

You know you my nigga
over everything,

but I am strugglin'
right now, my nigga.

I just figured
you could help me out, a'ight?

That's it.

All right.

Whatever, man.
All right, just, look.

It just feels like
you just fuckin' hittin' me up

'cause you need bread, dog,
and that's cool, man.

You know I got you,
bro, no matter what.

You my homie, dog, but like...

All right, look.
Fuck, man.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you just start making
my runs for me, all right?

It'll be good bread, man.
I'll cut you in pretty.

You know I won't
fuckin' do you wrong, man.

Look, I ain't you,
Sev, a'ight?

You know I'ma fuck that shit up
and end up in bracelets, bro.

I ain't slick like you,
my nigga.

Look, how about this, a'ight?

You just
sit down with this nigga

at a spot of your choosin'.

Just have a chat
with this nigga.

- That's all.
- Baby, no, you didn't!

He was my best friend.

I mean, I mean, what am
I supposed to tell him?

- To go fuck himself?
- Yeah!

- No, man.
- Yeah!

- What if he had been a snitch?
- Maddie.

- Sev, what if he is a snitch?
- Maddie, chill!

What if he is a snitch?

Sev, you can't be
fuckin' around with this shit!

Chill, all right?

What if you get
taken away from me?

I considered all of that,
babe, all right?

, I was careful not
to do anything stupid that will

get me into any shit...

- Said your face.
- Legal shit.

, according my face,

none of this has anything
to do with the cops, all right?

So can you please, babe, just
keep your comments and questions

for after the fucking story?

- Okay.
- Thank you.

So, I gave him a place
and a time, all right?

A place and a time that would
give any potential cops

no kind of time
to set any shit up.

Rodrigo Dominguez.

It's a pleasure to finally
make your acquaintance.

- I've heard a lot about you.
- Well, that's not good.

Oh, tranquillo.
Not from the streets.

From our mutual friend,
David, here.

- That's hardly better.
- No, no, no, I just told him...

Yo, D, do you mind if I just
get a minute with Mr. Dominguez?

Now, at this point,
the shit that I took was really

startin' to
really kick in.

So, I'm not gonna lie.
I was kind of fucked up.

I just started spitting it
to this guy like I was

the goddamn man.

Mr. Dominguez.

- Please, call me Rodrigo.
- Rodrigo, all right.

I don't know you at all.

I mean, for as much as I know,
you could be a fucking cop.

I mean, I gotta say,

this whole fuckin'
situation is pretty suspect.

I haven't seen Dave in, what?
Like six fuckin' years.

I mean,
six years of no contact.

No attempts of reaching out.

And then, today,
out of fucking nowhere,

he just happens to pop up

and know all about
my fucking business,

and, in-fucking-sisting
that I fucking meet with you.

So...

Man, I mean, he was pushing
with all his might, by the way.

I mean, he really, really
was pushing for the issue.

So I'm gonna
have to apologize, man,

but you gotta
understand my concern here.

- Mr. Max.
- You can just call me Max.

I can assure you

that I'm not law enforcement.

I can also assure you
that I'm a very serious man,

here, representing
a serious organization,

With the sole intent of
conducting serious business.

Plain and simple,
I'm not a cop.

Or as our friend, David,
so eloquently puts it,

"a crimey nigger."

Yeah, well,
you don't seem the type.

But, you know,
bear with me here,

'cause I'm gonna
have to inquire further.

You see,
how do I know

that you're not gonna slap

some bracelets on me
the moment that I agree to do

whatever the fuck you think
that I'm considering doing?

Because for some reason,
you simply telling me

that you're not a cop...

And look, hey.

I apologize for that because it
might seem a little bit strange.

But you tellin' me that you're
not a cop's not doin' a thing.

Mr. Max,

if I were law enforcement,

I wouldn't be going after you

and your
ounce-at-a-time operation.

I would be going after
your supplier, Mr. Bratva.

How the fuck do you know about...

Information, Mr. Max.

That is the most
valuable commodity

in my line of work.

And as such,

I take great care
obtaining all the information

available about a territory

before moving in
and establishing a network.

You see,

you happen to have

the only good connection

to the substance that I need.

Which is the only reason
why you and me are sitting here

having this conversation today.

Then why don't you
just go to him directly?

So you said "No"?

Well, yeah, at first.

Then you got pistol whipped?

Yeah, Maddie,
he just pistol whipped me

right there in the lobby.

No, baby, come on.
Of course not, all right?

He asked me if he could show me
something and I tell him,

"You know,
I'm not gonna change my mind."

And he's like "Ah, but
assumptions Mr. Max,"

and insists that I take a look.

So, I'm like,
you know, "Whatever."

And then, this fucking guy
just nods at the bartender,

and then out of fucking nowhere,

this bellhop arrives,
and just shows up,

and hands him a bag of fuckin'
origins unknown, okay?

Now, at this point
I'm thinking, like,

"How fucking early
was this guy?"

You know, because as soon as he
grabs the bag, he takes me

to this, like, back room, which
I'm assuming they do, like,

you know,
private dinners and stuff.

And you know how, like, some
nice hotels have like, you know,

these fucking massive drapes
just tied open everywhere?

- Yeah.
- Well...

We walk into the back room
and this fucking bellhop

just stands there and drops
the fucking drapes on us, right?

What the fuck?

Yeah, I know, I know.

And when I'm all done
being creeped out by that,

like, I fucking turn
and there's this bag, Maddie,

just being hoisted
into my fucking face.

- And guess what.
- What?

- It's fuckin' full of money.
- For what?

Two bricks.
Which, is very doable.

But, you know,
I was still a bit iffy

because I didn't
want to be delivering

a key to this
guy every week.

- Right?
- Mm-hm, yeah.

So I tell him that,
and he goes on to tell me that

he only needs these two bricks,

and that he respects
my desire to stay small time,

and that he's not expecting
a long-term arrangement.

That makes no sense.
Why?

Personally,
I don't care about quality.

However,
when entering a new territory,

a pure supply is essential
in creating a strong network.

You see, by flooding the streets
with a superior product,

you win over the addicts
from your competitors.

And then you shut them down.

Once they're shut down, it
doesn't matter what you sell.

You didn't take that money
in advance did you?

No, no, baby, of course not.

I'm not
fuckin' retarded, all right?

There's absolutely no way in
Hell that I'm gonna find myself

owing Rodrigo Fucking
Question Marks 240 racks.

I came here.
I grabbed my savings.

And, Yuri fronted me
the remainder.

I knew that if anything
happened, Yuri would let me

work off the debt, you know?

- You came back again?
- Baby!

I tried every step of the way.

But you were just
a fucking goner, Goddammit.

Fuck!
Is that shit even safe?

Totally, babe, you're just
a lightweight these days.

Yeah, for real though.

But anyways, moving on.

Let's see here.

- Business is good I see.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hey.

I got somethin' for you, my man.

Seven, you are too good to me.

Well, you know how
you're always going on about

how much you miss
your fucking Quaaludes?

- Boom.
- No!

Yep!

How did you find them?

I know this guy
over at Columbia.

Had him whip up
some methaqualone...

Now, I've never had
a Quaalude before,

but that shit right there
is somethin' else, my man.

Seven, this is a beautiful gift.

Tonight, I will take my girl out

and I will fuck her
like a rock star!

I'm glad you liked it, man.

So, tell me.
How are things with Madeline?

Good, good.

She's actually, um, at the
apartment taking a few of those.

But, hey,
let me know how they compare,

'cause they've been
touted as "super-ludes."

The taste is nostalgic.

So, tell me.
What brings you over here?

More money to clean?

No, um, actually,
I need more product.

- Already?
- Yeah, a lot more.

- How much?
- A brick.

- Seven...
- Look.

I know what
you're thinking, all right?

But it's a short-term
arrangement.

I just gotta move two.

One now, one later,
and that's it.

I just wanna fucking feel
comfortable in my life, man,

with my girl.

You know,
I'm just fucking tired, Yuri.

Of this everyday grind shit.

I mean, you gotta
understand that, man.

And you know me.

I'm not in the fucking
wholesale biz, all right?

I'll be out of the fucking game

before they even know
I'm on the court.

Seven, I hope you know
what you are doing.

Because competition in this
business is not so friendly.

I do.
I know.

Okay.

When do you need this for?

Uh, in like 30 minutes?

Look, I got 60 grand right here

and I was hoping that
you can front me the remainder.

I'm gonna get rid of this one
as soon as I get outta here.

And I'll bring you
the cash tomorrow.

You keep this.

You should always have
some money on your person,

in case for emergencies.

We are going to call it 100
flat, as long as you bring me

some more of these
next time you come by.

Fuck, you got it, Yuri.
Thanks, man.

Seven, this is a lot of product.
You should have a gun.

I can give you a good price.

And also, I can send some
people with you, if you need it.

No, no, man, no.

Thanks for the burner,
but you know me, bro.

I don't do business
with those types of people.

I got it under control, Yuri.

You don't have to fuckin'
worry about it, all right?

I'll come back
for the other one tomorrow.

And come this time next week,

I'll have a good amount
of cleanin' I'll need doin'.

All right?

You become more of a man
every time I see you.

Keep it up.

Hey, take it easy on those, bro.
They're fucking strong.

I have been eating these things

since before you were in
your father's sack, okay?

There's a reason
they call me "The Machine."

I'm just saying,
you better have, like,

fucking 16 hours
in your schedule free.

Otherwise, you should fuckin'
tell Pavel to bring you

a nice little a pillow
and a little blanket.

Smart ass.

Okay, your stuff is going
to be ready out front

in 10 minutes.

Now, get the fuck out of here

before I ask Pavel to
bring me a gun and a mop.

So...

Here's where the sky falls down.

I get the package
from one of Yuri's guys

and I'm on my way
to do the damn thing...

Why did you rush all this shit?

I don't know, babe.

I just wanted to get
this shit over and done with.

And, Rodrigo didn't
have any objections

over the speedy process.

So I just figured, you know,

"Fuck it.
The sooner the better."

Yeah, 'cause he's about
to fuckin' rob you!

Rodrigo didn't rob me, okay?

The stuff is right out there,

safe and sound
on the kitchen counter.

- You didn't get robbed?
- No, babe.

Oh, that's fuckin' great, babe!

Wait.
So, um...

Why did you get
pistol whipped then?

I'm about to tell you, baby.

I get a call from Dave

saying that Rodrigo
has changed the meeting location

from the nice enough hotel
that we had agreed upon

to some shitty motel
in the dead heart of the BX.

What the fuck do you mean?
No, man!

Dave?
Why would Dave call you?

Oh, that's right.
I forgot to tell you.

Um...

Back at the hotel,

Dave had suggested that all
communication go through him.

- Why?
- More money.

And to keep a distance
between Rodrigo and myself.

I don't know, baby.
I was fucked up, all right?

And it sounded smart.

And Rodrigo was fucking
giving me anxiety and...

I don't know, babe.
Fuck!

It was Dave and I just
fuckin' agreed to it, all right?

- It's pretty dumb.
- Yeah, I know.

It was fucking stupid,
but, for the record,

Rodrigo didn't care
for the idea either.

So, I get a call from Dave

saying that the meet location
is changed, right?

So now I'm fucking pissed off,
because that's sketchy as fuck.

But, you know,
I already had the brick on me.

So I didn't wanna, you know,
have to go back to Yuri

and ask him for a refund
like an fuckin' asshole.

So, you know,

I take my time bouncing up
to the new meet location.

So I finally get to the motel
and Dave calls me again.

Tells me that
everything is Gucci

and that they're waiting for me.

So, slowly,
I make my way to room 202.

I knock on the door.

I waited a while.

And, jackpot.

- No!
- Yup.

Yeah, that's right.
Well, come on in, nigga.

We been waitin'
on yo ass. Shit.

So now I'm in the room.

We've got three of Rodrigo's
guys on the ground

duct taped and all that.

And one of them
is cold knocked out.

And here I am

stuck chillin' with two of
the hoodest boogers

you could ever hope to meet.

And the best part
about it is,

they've got these
ski masks on,

but not the black,
you know, "professional" ones.

No, the ones with the fuckin'
puff balls on top of them.

And they've got one of them
sitting on the bed

going through the money,
my fuckin' money,

like a fuckin' degenerate.

And the other one
is shoving a pistol

with a fucking
rotten potato on the barrel

in my face asking me
where the work is.

I didn't even know
potatoes went bad like that.

I don't got it.

What the fuck you mean
you don't got it?

I mean I don't
fuckin' got it.

Hey, yo, don't make me start
squeezin' up in this bitch, man!

Let him have it.
They're dead men walking.

Hey, Papi, you open yo mouth
again yo fam's gonna' get

some bad news,
real fuckin' soon!

You feel me?

Fuckin' right.
Now, where's that fuckin' work?

I ain't fucking playin'
with you, man.

Chicos got the loot.
Gringo has got the work.

Loot's right
fuckin' there!

So where
the fuck's the work, man?

Shit!

Yo, can you not hear me or
are you just fuckin' retarded?

- I said I don't fuckin'...
- Get the fuck outta here.

Sit yo ass down.

Fuck.

Mm,
let that shit marinate.

What, huh?
Come here.

Look.

Shit!

Mother fucker, you want another
mouth behind your ears, bitch?

I ain't gon'
ask you again.

Where's my work?

Why the fuck do you think
that I was late, huh?

Hm?

I dropped that shit off and
I came here to set a new meet,

mother fucker, all right?

I don't do last minute changes,
you stupid fuck!

You really thought that
I was gonna bring a key

to the fuckin' projects?

You fuckin' moron!

You want
that fucking work, bitch?

Then go get it from
Yuri Bratva, all right?

Because that's
who's holding it for me.

Now, make sure
that you bring

all your fuckin'
monkeys with you

if you to go to war against
the Russians, all right?

Because I don't think that a
bitch ass mother fucker like you

is gonna get anything from him.

- Fuck you!
- Shit!

- Mother fucker.
- Yo, T!

Fuck the work, my nigga.

It's 170 racks!
We hood rich.

Let's put the mariachi
band to sleep and cut.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
A'ight, fuck it then.

We out.

It's time for y'all niggas
to go night night.

And then I passed out.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

- Maddie, Maddie, Maddie!
- Why would you antagonize them?

You could've got killed!
You fucking idiot!

Hey stop!
Hey, stop, all right?

Fuck!
I'm sorry!

Fuck!

I was just pissed
about Dave, all right?

Dave, he's my fucking brother.

It hurt, all right?
Bad.

For fuck's sakes!

It was for sure Dave?

When I came to, all of
Rodrigo's guys were still there.

Minus the money, so yeah,
I'm pretty fuckin' sure.

What happened when you woke up?

More like got woken up.

Ah, fuck me.

Okay.

Yo, amigo.

It appears your old friend

is quite a snake.

Yeah, it looks that way.

Hey, Mr. Dominguez, I hope
you don't think that I...

If I did, you would
already be most informed.

Cool.

It seems in our haste
to do business together,

we both did some very
avoidable mistakes.

Embarrassingly,
I more so than you.

Yeah, that sucks.

You don't have any GPS
or nothing on the bag?

You're a sharp boy, Mr. Max.

It's unfortunate, but
I was so busy examining you,

I overlooked the most
concerning piece on the board.

Hm.

Yeah, I hope
when all of this settles

we can move ahead as planned.

Yeah,

I can't even
move this if I wanted to.

From here on, we will
be communicating directly.

Now, if you would be so kind
as to hand over the phone

to one of the two gentlemen
in front of you,

that don't look like
they're on the verge

of shitting themselves,
that would be most appreciated.

- Yeah.
- Oh, and Mr. Max?

- Yeah?
- We will find them.

And they will be dealt with.
Harshly.

So, yeah, babe.

My best...

My second best friend set me up.

And Rodrigo is
the scariest mother fucker

I've ever met in my life.

I think he killed the guy at the
motel for just getting scared.

Which...
It's beautiful.

And now,
my face has been on fire

for the past two
and a half hours.

Holy fucking shit.

I can't believe
I didn't see that shit coming!

I'm such a fucking idiot.

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.

Is there anything
that I can do for you, hm?

- Hm?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

But you're not gonna like it.

What?

I need to get into some Heavy.

I need you to not give me
a hard time about it, okay?

Again?

Yeah, babe.

Sev, you really can't be
fuckin' around with this shit.

You almost went
too far last time.

I know.
I know, Maddie.

But if there was
ever a fucking time, baby.

My face is killing me,
all right.

My nerves are shot.

And my mind
just won't be fucking quiet.

It's not like fucking
coherent thoughts, baby.

It's like frantic fucking
cross chatter, all right?

I'm literally minutes away
from losing my shit.

I'm sorry.

It's the only fucking
opiate I have here.

It's okay.
It's okay, fine.

It's fine.
I'm gonna do it with you.

- No, baby, come on!
- What?

I can't be dealing
with this shit tonight.

What, it's okay
for you to do it to me?

But not for me to do it to you?

Listen, if you wanna
slam yourself out,

you're just gonna have
to deal with me doin' it too.

Maddie, I can't even begin to
get into all the fucking reasons

why this isn't even
remotely similar

when I was
on that shit for you, okay?

Okay, fine, point made.
But, it's been, what?

Two and half years
since I was like that.

And, thanks to you,
I have my self control back.

Besides,
look at your fuckin' hands.

I'm gonna have
to dose you anyways.

Whatever, Maddie.

Whoa, Maddie.
What the fuck?

Not so much, baby.

You ready?

Yeah.

- Okay.
- Wait, wait.

- Hold still.
- Wait.

- I done good.
- Real good, baby.

Real good.

Okay, my turn.

Bullshit.

It's a tiny, little amount.

Sayonara, baby.
I love you.

Are you okay?

You stay
the Hell away from this family.

You're nothing
but pure evil, Seven.

A curse.
You're dead to us.

You hear me?

Baby, please.

Please.

Wake up, Maddie.
Please, please.

Maddie.

Maddie, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Look, kid.

I know this is a rough time
for you right now.

But we're gonna have to bring
your down to the station

and ask you a few questions.

All right?

You're not under arrest,
or anything like that, but,

we just need to get
a few things straight.

Yeah, you hear me?

Okay.

Fuck!

Seven, wake up.

Mr. Max?

I have something to ask of you.
It's very important to me.

I'm sorry,
but I can't let him live.

That's not what I want.

Let me do it.

I hardly think...

Chances are the money's long
gone, and even if it isn't,

it's likely they've already
spent a good bit of it.

If you let me do this,
whether I find the money or not,

the shit is yours.

Why?

You needn't concern yourself

with such unfortunate affairs.

What about him?

Your friend?

I'll know how
to find him.

You either
let me do this,

or I will chuck this
piece of death into the river.

I am not the type of man

you would be wise
to threaten.

It's not a threat.
That's just what's gonna happen.

Now, make a decision.

You have until
tomorrow afternoon.

And then it's back
in my hands

and I will still expect
the same arrangements.

You understand?

Forward me the address.

What now?

They all gotta go.
All of 'em.

- And then?
- I don't know.

I haven't thought
that far ahead yet.

The future seems
pretty unimaginable.

The past?
Unbearable.

I've gotta focus
on the present here, Yuri.

My life is just livable
in the now, you know?

I do.

If you are to do this,
you will do it right.

You will need more
than just a gun.

A silencer and a few things
to keep them under control.

Hey?

Pavel!

With the silencer?

Da.

Seven, please,
let me just send some people.

Nah, it's gotta be me.

Then let me send
some people with you.

I appreciate this more
than you'll ever know, Yuri.

You're a true
fucking friend, man.

And I love you for that.

Seven, you are like family.
Anything for you.

I actually need you to,
um, find someone for me.

- This is...
- Yeah.

I see.

A few hours.

Thanks, man.

Oh, and, um, one more thing.

Da?

I don't know if I'm gonna be
able to pay for that brick,

but, I think I know
how to make it square.

Fuck.

Okay, all right.

Man...

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit.
Okay.

Okay.

Oh, fuck.

Ain't nobody there, man.

Yo, I'ma fuck all
y'all little niggas up, man!

Yo, what the fuck?

- Get the gun, son!
- Shit!

Hey, move to the fucking wall!

I can't!
You just fuckin' shot me!

- You bitch nigga!
- Do it now!

- Grab the gun, son!
- Hey, hey!

- Hey, yo, motherfucker...
- Get on your fuckin' knees.

Do it!

And crawl over
to your little...

- Fuck you, white boy!
- Fuck you, what?

- Huh, you lost? You lost motherfucker?
- Shit!

Shut the fuck up!

You shakin', white boy.
Calm down.

What you gon' do?
Lala, look at him.

He fuckin' scared, son.

- Get on your fucking ass.
- You fucked up.

Get on your fucking ass!

What?
Huh?

You ain't got no fuckin' heart.

Fuck, man!
Yo, Trey!

- Fuck that, man!
- No? All right.

How 'bout we try another
fucking no looker, bitch?

- Trey!
- Ah, chill, chill!

A'ight, tough guy, chill!

Oh, man.
That was pretty close, huh?

All right, tie him up,
behind the back.

And make sure it's tight or I'll
fuckin' take another no looker.

All right?

I'm sure you two remember me
from the whole robbery thing

a couple of days ago, right?

But, if you don't,
I'm the white boy

who was supposed
to have the work.

I'm guessin' you
probably know why I'm here.

The money.

I actually just have
a couple questions.

You answer them,
and maybe I let you go.

Cool?

Cool.

How 'bout
we start with you, Cujo?

- You fuckin' dead, fuck ass...
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

You want another mouth
behind your ears, bitch?

Yeah, that's fuckin' right.

Now, I'm gonna ask you
a fuckin' question, all right?

And you're gonna
fuckin' answer it.

You feel me?

Do you know

what you fucking took from me?

Fuck you!
You ain't gotta...

Boom!
Woo!

Oh, my God!
You're fucking wrong!

Well...

Now, that we've established
that I do, in fact,

have the heart...

Let's move on
to contestant number two.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Come here.
Look at you.

Hey, I know how it feels.
I really, really do.

But, you chose this life.
Hm?

You chose to hurt and take
things from other people.

And more often than not,

these set of actions

set a fucking chain
of unintended consequences.

You see?

That's exactly what I am.

Your fucking
unintended consequence.

Oh, Trey.

I'm not gonna ask you again,
you piece of shit!

My fucking leg, man!

And I will give you one more
fucking try here, all right?

Do you know what
you fucking took from me?

Everything, man!
Everything, all right?

You took everything
that I had left!

All of it!

You said
it wasn't the fucking money.

You said it wasn't the money.
Come on, man.

No, no, no.

What is wrong with you,
my nigga?

No, no, I guess I can't
fuckin' make you understand.

It was D, my nigga!

You so fuckin' stupid.

- D set you up, huh, nigga?
- I know.

I know.

Actually,

great segue
to my next question.

Where is he?

I, I, I don't know, man.

You gotta
believe at this point

that I'm not fuckin'
playin' around, all right?

Now, how the fuck did you get
in contact with him afterwards?

Yo, we didn't.
We set that nigga up.

We set him up.

Bullshit, man!
Fuck!

Holy fuck, man!
Hold on.

So you're tellin' me that D

didn't get anything
for this shit?

I mean, man,
you kinda have to appreciate

the fuckin' irony here.

What exactly was
he supposed to get?

Give that nigga half a brick.

Half the brick?
Why the fuck would he want that?

Because nigga's
a fuckin' fiend.

What'd you say?

It's the truth, man!

As long as we known him,
that nigga been a fiend!

He'll shoot up
any fuckin' thing.

Ain't you seen
that nigga's arm?

Fuck you!
Fuck you!

How the fuck did he
get in contact with you, huh?

We used a prepaid.

Where is it?
You still got it?

It's in the fucking room.

Hey.
Which one?

Silver and black one.

Okay.

First, you're gonna
call Dave, all right?

And you're gonna tell him
that you got his cut,

but he's gotta come
and get it right now,

because you guys
are leavin' out of town.

There's too much heat.

You got me?
Okay.

Now, be convincing now.

This is the performance

of your fucking worthless,
piece of shit life.

- He ain't answerin', man.
- Still?

No.

Okay.
Where's the fuckin' money?

Huh?

Now, before you fuckin' answer,
take into consideration

that if you say any type
of shit like "It's not here."

Or, you "spent it all,"

or any kind of fuckin'
bullshit like that,

your fuckin' family
is gonna be able to save

a lot of fuckin' money

by having both
your fucking funerals

at the same fucking time.

You got me?

Top part of the toilet.

Really?

Really?

That's where you
fucking geniuses hid it?

On top of the fucking toilet?

Will you look at that?

Now, remember, you piece
of shit, be convincing now.

Okay.

Yo, my nigga, what's good?

Yeah, it's my fault, my fault.

We had to lay low
for a second.

Oh, yeah, nigga,

it's just like you said,

simple and sweet.

But yo, check this, nigga.

Like, yo, if you want that work,

you gotta come and
get it right now.

Yeah, right now, my nigga.

Yo, the shit's hot around here.

A couple niggas might know that
we got that bread, you feel me?

Yeah, yeah,
we goin' upstate for a minute.

But, yo, it's up to you, man.

We leavin' in 2 hours.

If you not here,
we leavin' with it.

Yeah, all right.
A'ight.

He's on his way.

Wow!
Bro!

Well fucking done, man!

Well fucking done.
Oh, my God, bro.

Instead of being
a piece of shit,

you should've taken up
a career in the dramatic arts.

Bro, that was
fuckin' unbelievable.

You shoulda
been an actor, bro.

But I guess your idiocy

has spared you
a bullet in your face.

So...

Bravo.

All right, I guess
you've done your job now.

I'm gonna stop fuckin' with you.

Now, I'm gonna
put this tape back.

And I wanna ask you to lay here

nice and quiet
while I deal with Davey boy.

Cool?

Cool, buddy.
There you go.

Lie face down.
Come on.

A deal's a deal.
Now, burn.

20, 30, 40, 50, 60,

70, 80, 90, 10, 20.

What the fuck
did you guys spend 50 grand on

in two fuckin' days, man?

Fuck.

What's up, bro?
Yo.

Well, come on in.

I been waitin'
for your fuckin' ass.

Bro, I'm so sorry.

Bro, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Please...

You, man. Nigga... you today, yo.

I'm... I forgive you.
I forgive you, yo.

Fuck, man.
Fuck, yo.

Yo, I used to be
afraid of fuckin' needles, yo.

You know how afraid I was
of needles, my nigga, yo.

And you still put me on
and then you fuckin' left, yo!

Man, fuck you, man!
Fuck you, nigga!

Look, fuck, yo.
Come on.

Look at me.
Look at me.

This ain't you, bro.

Please, nigga,
don't do this shit.

Oh, fuck, please.
Yo, come on, yo.

Who am I, yo?
Who am I?

- Who are you?
- Yeah, yeah, who am I?

Who am I, yo?
Who am I?

- You're Dave.
- Yeah, I'm fuckin' Dave, bro.

Fuckin' Dave.
Fuckin' Dave, yo.

Yo, come on, yo.

Who's been my best friend
through everything, hm?

- Seven.
- Seven, Seven, yo.

That's what the fuck
I'm talkin' 'bout, yo.

Seven, who are you?
Who are you?

Who are you, huh?
Come on.

Look at me.
Look at me.

- Who am I?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A demon.

- I'm a demon.
- No, wait, wait.

Wait, no.
No, you're not, yo.

Wait.
Wait, wait, no!

Hey, wait!
No, no, no!

Fuck!
Fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

No, no, no, no, no.
I'm Sev.

Fuck!

Fuck!
Why, why, why?

Fuck.

Hey!
You free?

It's done.

You truly are
full surprises Mr. Max.

And as for our agreement?

Are you still
watching the building?

Of course.

The trunk of the car
that I showed up in.

The keys are
in the apartment on the table.

Very good.
Did you get your money?

Sev?

Hey, brother.

So, um,
you go to school here?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's my third year.

You're a junior already?

- Yeah, I, uh...
- Holy shit!

...graduated early.
You know.

That's good, man.

That's really fucking good.
Wow, dude.

What are you studying?

Architecture.

Wow!
Architecture?

Holy fucking shit!

My little brother's gonna be
a fuckin' architect, huh?

I guess so.

So...
What are you doing here?

How did you even find me?

I, um...

I heard somewhere that you
were working in the library.

So, uh,
I just wanted to come see

how you were doin', bro.

Oh, and, uh, yeah, I wanted
to give you a little something.

It's a storage locker

registered under your name.

Just, you know, use it

to pay for school,
or to have fun.

Whatever you want, man.

- Sev, I don't... I don't need...
- No, listen, hey!

Tristan, please, all right?
Listen to me.

Just take it.
Okay?

- Please.
- Okay.

Okay.
Thank you.

You okay?

Yeah, man.
Yeah.

I just love ya, you know?

I mean, I've missed what like...

..like five birthdays now?

Yeah, yeah, I guess you did.

All right,

well I, um...

I gotta get back out there.

I got a hot date tonight.

Keep doin'
what you're doin', Trist.

Look at me.

I'm really
fucking proud of you, man.

You don't even
fuckin' know, kid.

Sev, wait!

Yeah?

You wanna maybe
stop by here again sometime?

So we can like
catch up or something?

Yeah.
Maybe.

You know me, man.

If for some reason I can't,

just know that
I'm rooting for you, bro.

I'm sorry they kicked you out!

No, I'm sorry.

For everything.

Don't you ever be sorry.
All right, Tristan?

Because you didn't
do anything wrong, man.

Nothin'!
You hear me?

You're still
my brother, you know.

Thanks, man.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck, man.
Come on, Sev.

Come on.
Come on.

Get a hold of yourself,
man, please.

It's time to get into character.

She loves this one.

Do you know who I am?

You're dead.
You hear me?

You?
Why?

You were involved.

- Hey, Creese.
- Sir.

How you doin'?
What you got?

We got multiple tenants
called in shots fired

on the third floor.

You got
a positive location?

No, but the doorman,
he seems to think it was 306.

Said the guy
came in tonight acting strange.

All right,
this is probably our guy.

Guys, let's go to work!
Come on.

NYPD!
Open the door now!

I think we're gonna make it.

- All right, your turn.
- My turn for what?

Come on.
Don't be an ass!

- How do you wanna die?
- I told you already.

- Balls deep...
- No, don't be gross!

Come on, seriously.
I told you.

Please?

All right, all right.

So?

With style of course.

In a hail of gun fire.

Dang, baby.
That's pretty cool.

Yeah.

Truer words, doll.

Drop the weapon!

Truer words.

Drop it!

Hey, doll.

Hey.