Suburban Cowboy (2016) - full transcript

In this gritty story based on real events, a drug dealer on Long Island finds himself over his head when one of his soldiers robs a connection to ruthless Serbian gangsters. When the debt ...

(silence)

(electronic music)

(woman moaning)

- The Canadians just
got a shipment in,

should make a few Gs
off the load this week,

you wanna go to Vegas?

- Why don't you put
that down on a ring?

- Do I finally get to
do that thing to you

that we talked about?

- No shot.

- Well, what's in
it for me then?



- There's a lot that I can do.

- Like what?

(phone buzzing)
- I won't make fun of
your shitty comic books

and I'll watch all the stupid
werewolf movies that you like

and my love and affection.
(phone buzzing)

- [Man] You're gonna need
to work on your sales pitch.

- You need to lock this up,
I'm a fucking 11.

(knocking on door)

- [Bearded Man] What the fuck
happened to you?

- Really?

Bro, I'm out here working my
fucking balls off for you.

I'm getting my ass
kicked by hooligans.

I'm fucking banging
your leftovers

making sure your future kids



don't have to work
in a glue factory,

and this is how you're
gonna treat me, really?

It's nice, real nice.

- You've got my money?

- You got any coke?

(men laughing)

(man groans)

- Watch it.
- Ooh, sorry.

- Watch it, my ribs.
- You all right?

- My face, I'm all fucked up.

- Yeah, it looks fine,
please get in,

you're scaring all
the kids, come on.

- Fuck it.

(snorting)

That's good.

You know who I saw
the other day?

Lizzie.

- Buttaface Lizzie?
- Yeah.

I saw her at the gas
station on Newbridge.

I took her home.

- Bullshit.

- I swear to God,
I had to, it was payback.

- Payback for what?

- For what?

- Remember you used to lift
candy and sell it at recess

and those junior high douchebags
tried to shake you down,

Lizzie's older brother beat
you up real fucking good.

- It wasn't that bad.

- Oh, I'm sorry,
who saved your ass again?

Alex, thank you.

- You caved her older
brother's leg in with a bat.

- Oh, I fucking did,
you fucking cocksucker.

Piece of shit!

That was good,
that was fucking good.

- But how
was that payback?

- I don't know,
I don't fucking know,

I creampied the bitch, though.

- She does have a sick body.

- [Both] But her face!

(chuckling)

- [Alex] That's funny.

- So, let me get this straight.

You hired a crew to beat
the shit out of you,

this other guy, and rob
40 pounds of your own weed

that you were gonna
sell him and his cash.

- I didn't rob anybody.

I got this asshole convinced

he's the reason
why we got jacked.

- It's definitely believable.

Your face looks lumped meat.

- I know right,
fucking kills too.

Jay, you should've seen
this fucking kid beg,

it was priceless.

Nerd didn't even
know what hit him.

- I spotted your product
two weeks ago, Alex.

What the hell happened
with that money?

- I came up short with a bookie.

What, I needed to get
your paper back, right?

- How short?

That was 85 Gs worth of shit.

- [Alex] It was nothing,
it was like 40 grand.

- You fucking degenerate.

- What am I supposed to do?

It's all there, you counted it.

What the fuck you want from me?

- Look at me.

If you ever use my product again

to pay off a debt, you're out.

- Bro, I am done gambling,

that was the last time, I swear.

Front me some product
and I will move it quick

as long as it's good shit.

- Who is this dude
that you robbed?

Does he have any muscle?

- No, I told you, he's a
nobody, he's a fucking nobody.

He's a fucking skinny rich kid

who's trying to be a
fucking hustler, fuck him.

- Never a dull moment.

- Not with me.

(rock music)

- You're a piece of work,
you know that?

You had one task, why the
fuck weren't you there?

- If I go up north,
who's gonna fix the cars?

- The load on that flatbed
is worth six figures.

- I got a yard full of repairs.

Don't forget the boys have
football practice tonight.

- [Jay] What's up, Shorty?

- Never get fucking married,
that's what's up.

- Marriage is bliss, eh?

- I know you didn't come here

for a chinwag about
relationships.

- I need 150 more
high-end spark plugs.

- You still owe
against the last job

and the figures are running.

- I know.

Listen.

I've got 85, that just
about covers the principal,

now I can turn this load
around quick and we all win.

- I got a hundred for ya,

but the border's
getting tougher,

3,500 for the sour,
26 for the jacks.

- Fucking hell.

Come on, Charlie, the
margins are slim as is.

- Hey.

You wanna transpo this
shit from up north?

We take the fucking risk

bringing product down
to this suckhole.

It's dryer than a crank
whore's snatch out there,

the price went up.

- What's the breakdown?

- 35 pounds of sour, 65 jacks.

- Most of my guys can't move
the jacks, they're shit.

- You don't want 'em,

there's another
asshole out there does.

(electronic music)

- Straight robbing you, kid.

- Gotta take a few
rounds in the chin

while I sort out
a new connect.

- Jesus.

Well, no fucking
delt workout today.

Shit.

Yeah, I'm taking my sour before
these raggedy-ass shitbirds,

I promise you that.

Smells like money.

You know, I saw
Alice this morning.

Yo, kid, that chick has a
serious set of lungs on her.

- I thought you were
kicking it with Kat?

- I banged her last night.

She lets me put it in her ass,

so I keep her in
the back pocket.

- Please tell me you didn't
kiss that mouth afterwards.

- I turned her face

into a Van Gogh,
it was beautiful.

- You're a sick freak.

- What, you're telling me
Vic don't let you do that?

- Come on, bro.

That's the future
mother of my children.
(pounding music)

Business ain't
what it used to be,

we can't just dump anything
onto the streets anymore.

- Have you seen the ass
clowns that work for you?

- Yo, Charlie, you needs
to get you more sour.

- The Canadians can eat a dick.

On top of them raping me,

they make even more money
on the currency exchange.

- My boy has a
pipeline of moon rock,

pure MDMA is on fire right now,
kid, cash on delivery, too.

- Don't go there.

That's not a slap on the wrist.

- Slinging molly is
a next-level risk.

I'd rather not spend my
good looking years in jail.

- Come on, boss.

Men grow old gracefully,
women rot.

- Eat a dick, Petey.

- Well, you should've
brought that for lunch,

we could've had that, I'd
eat a whole bucket of dicks.

(phone ringing)

- [Voicemail] You have reached--

- [Alex] Alex, hello? (beep)

- Yo, Alex.

Spark plugs came in,
where you at, motherfucker?

- You look shredded, kid,

you getting ready for
opening weekend in Vegas?

- Just training with BK.

- You stepping in the cage?

- I need to see some paper
towards the old bill, Ricky.

- These prices are
killing me, Jay.

I could get a real fucking
job and make more money.

- You could also be sucking
dick behind Benito's taco shop.

- Shit, it pays better.

- Who else is gonna spot a
jerkoff like you 30 pounds?

- Right.

- Next week.

I want every penny.

- I got you, kid.

Good looking.

(energetic music)

- Left-right hook.

Punch.

Punch.

Double.

Feet.

Not bad.

Two.

Two.

Two.

Feet.

- [Bald Man] Cut the music.

- On your feet.

(music stops)

- What's up, BK?

- Man, you better
get your mind right

'cause shit is about to pop off.

- What are you talking about?

- Man, that was just
a courtesy call.

That dude, your man,
Alex, hit was connected.

There's money coming in
from that pale nigga Vuk.

- That wasn't me.

- Well, a boatload of Serbians

are on their way to your house.

- Fuck.
When?

- Now.

- How the fuck do they
know where I live?

- You better smarten up, Jay.

Somebody got hands
in your cookie jar.

Somebody inside your
crew been snitching.

You and me go back a minute,

so I'ma reach out, try to
mediate this thing, aight?

- Thanks, BK.

(suspenseful music)

- [Woman] Hey, you reached
Victoria, leave me a message.

- Fuck.

Victoria!

Vic!

Vic!

Get the fuck up!

- Whoa, Jay, what
the fuck is going on?

- Put this on.

- God, you coming in here

like a Spic at the
end of the month!

What the fuck is
this jacket for?

- Just put it on!

- All right.

Fuck, I gotta work in two hours.

- You're going to your mother's,
let's go.

- What are you talking about,
I'm going to my mother's?

You're all wet.

What the fuck,
is it raining outside?

- I need you to stop
fucking talking.

- Hey.

Are you gonna tell me what
the fuck is going on, hm?

- Just trust me.

Don't go anywhere.

Don't speak to anyone,
just lay low.

- Hey, I gotta work.

I gotta go to work.

- Take a sick day.

- What are you talking about?

Jay, what are you talking about?

Are you serious?

- Yes, I'm fucking serious.

Just get the fuck outta here!

(metal clanking)

Alex, open the fucking door.

- [Voicemail] You have reached--

- [Alex] Alex, hello.

- [Voicemail]
The mailbox is full, goodbye.

- Don't get old, Jay.

I gotta take a pill to sleep,

antacid to eat,

blue pill to fuck,

and my coffee taste like shit
'cause I'm lactose intolerant.

- Come on, man.

What he say?

- He ain't say much.

Nigga not running for
office anytime soon

and you know me,

that meant something.

Told him you was connected
to the Canadians,

that meant something else.

- How much slack did it buy me?

- A inch.

He wanna meet you.

- Can't wait.

When and where?

- One o'clock today,
barbershop in Ridgewood.

- He gonna kill me?

- Well, it is enemy territory.

Off the main road.

Noisy, but not crowded.

Easy access to parkways.

Now, these Serbians
is nuts, Jay.

Cold.

And I know you're a
tough dude and all that,

but you don't wanna tussle

'cause they gon'
kill you, murk Vic,

then they gonna rape
your dead bodies.

So, keep your head, take this
meet, and see what he says.

- I can't even think
about a battle.

My paper's all in the street.

- And this shit between
you and Alex has--

- I've got nothing
to do with it.

- What you mean you ain't
got nothing to do with it?

Let me tell you something.

Alex is bad news.

Always has been.

And that's on you.

- [Petey]
What's up with your piece?

- It's registered.

This is clean?

- As a whistle.

Niggas in the Bronx filed
off the serial numbers.

- All right.

Thanks, Petey.

- And you sure you
don't need me with you?

- Grab Vic.

Make sure she's whole and
take her back to my place.

- All right.

Give 'em hell.

(intense music)

- You Vuk?

- And you...

must be Jason.

Yes?

The mover bought you
face time, make it count.

- I didn't call the
shot on that hit.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Word is you just took a
shipment from the Canadians.

- Alex moves weed for me,
but I didn't put him to it.

- Oh, I believe you,

that's why you're not a ghost.

- So, what are we gonna do?

(chuckling)

(speaking in foreign language)

- We aren't gonna do anything.

You are taking over the debt.

- I don't have 120 in paper.

(speaking in foreign language)

- 150.

A hassle tax,
I want it by Sunday.

- [Jay] I can't--

- And my friend here,

Nikola, likes your girl.

Pretty thing.

Tight body.

Works as a dancer at the um--

(snaps fingers)
(speaking in
foreign language)

- [Nikola] Sweet Disposition.

- Sweet Disposition, yeah?

- You'll get what's owed.

- You go now.

I have a very busy day.

- [Petey] You want people
come visit you?

Make friends with
some fucking hipsters, right?

- [Victoria] Call 'em what
they are, fucking pussies.

- [Jay] Put the word out, Petey,

I'm looking for
this motherfucker.

- You're okay?

- Alex?

Yo, kid dipped, no one
seen or heard from him.
(smack)

- What the fuck, Victoria?

- Don't you ever treat me like
some dime store hooker again.

- All right.

Okay.

I'm fine, thanks for asking.

- [Petey] Yo, what
exactly did they say?

- Debt's on me, 150.

- I thought the number was 120.

- Due by Sunday.

- Who the fuck is this guy?

Who gives a fuck
about Queens anyway?

- Seriously, I mean, if
it floated away tomorrow,

I wouldn't give a shit.

- These dudes are Serbians,
they will whack you,

me, our goddamn pets,
and not bat an eye.

- I ain't fucking
heard of Serbia.

- I've heard of it, just didn't
think it was a real place.

(snorting)

That's not coke.

- Nah, some good tina, though.

- Son of a bitch.

- I always knew that faggot
was gonna fuck you over,

he uses you 'cause
you grew up together,

he takes advantage
of your generosity.

- All right, fuck,
Victoria, I get it.

- How the fuck are we gonna
come up with 150 grand?

- [Petey] How much
you got on the street?

- I barely have that
much in the wheel.

- And most of that
just went out.

- I got seven grand saved.

- No fucking way.

Not an option.

- We could rob someone.

- We collect.

(plane roaring)

- Do you like Big Bird?

- Sure.

He's okay.

- He's my favorite,
wanna watch him?

- Vanessa, just watch your show,

and don't talk shit to Jay.

- Damn, girl,
you're looking fine.

You still dancing?

- You know I'm a
pediatric nurse now, Jay,

come on with that.

Speedy, talk to your boy.

- He's just calling
like he see 'em, baby.

- Is that right?

- With yo sexy ass.

(Speedy chuckling)

- I don't trust either of you.

- Yo, my boy owes me 15 stacks,
just gotta go pick it up.

Let's ride.

Fucking hot for April, B.

You won't catch me complaining
about global warming.

- Global warming?

Yo, man, what are
you on right now?

- Just trying to kick
some knowledge, B.

- You got knowledge?

Let's hear it.

Enlighten me.

- Your man, Ricky.

My girl says she seen him ride
around in a brand new Range.

- How many guys you
know doing what we do

that don't live nigga rich?

- True.

What car did he have when
he picked up the last load?

Word is he's using his
money to spread his wings.

Worked for Papadakis.

(door creaking)

(tv blaring)

What's good, Papi?

- Hey, there, Speedy.

- [Speedy] You got that
package I called about?

- You want a line?

(speaking Spanish)

(all speaking Spanish)

- It's for the trees, my nigga.

- You called that in?
- Yeah!

(speaking Spanish)

(laughing)

Those dudes are crazy, man.

- Yo, yo, gravy, Diego.

- It's all gravy, Papi.

- Yo, Osner,
good looking out, my man.

(speaking Spanish)

See you, Conchita.

Jay, you comin'?

- What was that?

- Told you straight, right?

- Straight?

You bring me to a
Mexican fucking standoff?

- Yo, we Dominican, aight?

- You're my ace,

but don't ever
bring me here again.

(rock and roll music)

Mutz around?

- Yeah, let me get him for you.

- Look at these
questionable motherfuckers.

Take a break, darling.

- Damn, girl, take your time.

I got a roll of duct
tape with her name on it.

- You know, everything's
got a price tag.

- We didn't come to talk about
the muff that works here.

You owe me 67 large, Mutz.

- I'm not a magician.

Yo, even addicts got bills.

- I need it, you know why.

- All right, all right.

(register whirring)

- Look, whatever's in the
register, I mean, that's...

That's all I have right now.

- Bullshit, Mutz, you owe me
a lot of money, where is it?

- It's out there, man.

- It's fucking dry out there
and you've got product.

- No, he got the sour, man.

- Look at you.

You got this sun business,
you're fucking flying.

- How can I turn a
profit when all yous

are coming to my salon,

you turn it into your own
personal fucking whorehouse,

I don't say nothing about it.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

Doesn't mean nothing.

- Sounds like this
cunt's threatening you.

- Whoa, it wasn't a threat.

Jay, why would I do that?

I would never say
nothing to Vic.

- Ow.

Fuck.

You broke my nose.

- Damn it, Mutz.

You're all right, let me see.

It's not broken.

- Yo, harden the fuck up.

- Petey, wait outside.

(Mutz whimpering)

- Bro, tilt your head back.

- Get the fuck off,
don't touch me.

- That mouth of yours.

- That spilled milk
bitch is full of shit,

he's got real cash.

- What's he have, like 2k worth?

It's not worth raking him
over the coals, not yet.

- It is short notice.

- Grab Ricky,
bring him to the bar.

I'll be there in an hour.

- What if he don't wanna come?

- Make him.

Take Speedy, he snitched,
have him muscle Ricky around.

- Hey, where you going?

(otherworldly music)

- Be the wolf.

Be the wolf.

Be the wolf.

(door thuds)

- [Ricky] My man,
phone don't work?

- What the fuck is
that on your lip?

You look like a child molester.

- You drag me out of bed to
talk shit about my facial hair?

- Take a seat, Ricky.

- My back is killing me.

Dead lifts.

So, what's up,
man, why am I here?

- I see you, Ricky.

You've got the fancy clothes.

You're sleek and sexy,

cold and calculating.

- Thanks.

- You're like a vampire.

All you do is suck.

You bleed everyone
else around you dry.

You're soulless.

Vampires, they're soulless.

- What are you talking about,
vampire?

I got a sick tan.

- Werewolves.

They've got soul, man.

They're the working
man's monster

and they have to fend
off the vampires.

Me?

I'm like a werewolf.

Gnarly in every way.

And when I turn...

Time to pay what you owe.

- Hasn't been close
to a week yet.

- The schedule's changed.

- Where am I gonna come up

with that kinda
scratch right now?

- I front you product,
you sell it,

and then you pay me back.

That's how this works.

Give me your wallet.

- Don't do this
cowboy shit, bro.

- How does a guido mamowed fuck

who owes me so much
paper afford a new whip?

You using my money to
work with my enemies?

- What are you talking--

- Give me the fucking wallet!

- [Ricky] Look, I don't know
who you been talking to--

- 700.

You are a goddamn lowlife.

Where's my money, Ricky?

- What the fuck, Jay?

- Look, I can get my
hands on a few more Gs,

but I need time.

Jay, this is insane.

All right, all right,
you're right, you're right.

I got work with the Greek.

You're squeezing me
out with these prices.

You're squeezing all of us out.

- Call me if he remembers
where my money is.

- You don't think Papadakis--

(menacing music)

- What are you
gonna do with him?

- Let Petey work up a sweat.

Then strip him down and dump
his ass in Queensbridge.

- How much you got so far?

- 10 from my safe.

48 from you and Mutz
on the outstanding,

the Dominicans came
through with another 15.

400 from Mutz's register.

700 from this piece of shit.

Minus 200 for juice.

That's 73,900.

- Shit.

You got a hold of Alex yet?

- When you dump him,

leave him with his
underwear and a phone.

- Yeah.

(foreboding music)

- Listen, every time,
you bitch about the price.

- Weed is so expensive.

- You like me?

So, why you fucking me, huh?

(speaking in foreign language)

Whoa.

Look what Long Island spit up.

- Jason.

- Yunus.

How's business?

- Could always be better,
my man.

It's like Judean
desert out there.

- I'll hit you up.

- You need a trim?

- I need to talk.

- Hey.

But I'm a very good barber.

- The best.

- Don't trust me, Jason, huh?

That's not the way
to treat friends.

- No way to treat
a friend, Jason.

- We are friends, yes?

Team, we are.

- Sure, Vuk.

- Pay the man.

- Take it easy on me, Jason.

(folk music)

(mumbling softly)

- Stabiro, I thought
you got yourself clean.

- Using is cheaper
than the rehab.

- I heard you train.

Or do you just wear tepa shirt

like every other dickhead?

- Working with Black Kev.

You know?

Nothing serious.

- You come down here,

you drive all this way
to Ridgewood, Chase, Jay,

and I know it's not
because you miss me.

You got my money?

- It's coming.

I just need more time.

(speaking in foreign language)

I just put product
out on the streets.

(speaking in foreign language)

- My friend likes your watch.

- Thanks.

I need more time, Vuk.

- [Vuk] Let him try it on.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Yeah, quite nicely.

(speaking in foreign language)

- One week is all I'm asking.

If you snuff me now, you get
whatever's in my pockets,

some lint and the watch.

- That watch?

(Vuk clicking tongue)

That's Nikola's watch.

I know everything you do.

A week won't do you any good.

Go back to Long Island, Jason.

- I know I can get
you the full nut.

- What makes you think
I need your money?

(deep electronic music)

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck it.

Fuck it.

(indie rock music)

- What are you doing here?

Boys came through?

- Not now, Vic.

- What do you mean not now?

I'm just trying to
talk to you, Jay.

- What do you wanna talk about?

Life, kids, the PTA.

- Yeah, that's it, Jay.

I wanna talk about
the kids we don't have

'cause their dad is dead,

couldn't stay out of the hustle.

- I need to talk to BK to
make sure that doesn't happen.

You look good, you know that?

- Hey, what's the scatter?

- BK, I need to talk.

- Where you been?

- I've been... you know.

- Been around.

- Here?

There?

- Everywhere, right,

BK, I need to grab your ear.

- [BK] Not now, man,
why don't you have you
some fun?

- Sweetheart, I need to
talk to him for a minute.

- We're having a nice chat.

- I know, I know, now your
son can't get that operation

for his cleft asshole.

Beat it.

- You better have
you a wet snatch

because I'm about
to face-fuck you.

- I need an advance.

- Advance?

- Loan, whatever
you wanna call it.

- You can in come here
and ask me for Tren, EQ,
Winny, Primo, some Test,

maybe the American kids,

but don't come in here asking
me for straight cash, dude,

'cause I ain't got
that capital you need.

You know the song?

* Like a rhinestone cowboy

Hustle's the name
of the game, baby.

- [Jay] Alright, I know.

- You want some company?

You know, you should really
let me help you for once.

(sexy rock melody)

* I know you gonna

* Drink my heart

* Take your time, sugar

* We got all night

* I'm a sinner

* So take me down

* Down, down, down,
down, down, down, down *

* Oh, no, no

* Woman, she's a
woman, Wonder Woman *

* Woman, she's a
woman, Wonder Woman *

- [Petey] Jay.

Jay.

Jay.

She scored a lick of K.
We can hit after hours, Pacha.

- Ricky cave?

- No.

Paper's probably
all on the street.

- That piece of shit is
juggling all my money.

Let me get the jar.

(sniffing)

- Yo, dropping him
in Queensbridge

is some cold-blooded shit.

Now, if he really is
working with Papadakis,

he will come at us.

- I'll go to war with
that Greek motherfucker.

Fuck Ricky.

Fucking rat.

- What about Alex?

- I'll squash that cockroach.

- You guys are looking for Alex?

He's been seeing my girl Robin.

You probably know her,
works down at Long Island Tan.

- He might be there.

- Thanks.

You know where she lives?

- I might.

- Put the address in.

- So, what do you wanna do
about this Queens thing?

- What do I wanna do?

You tell me.

What the fuck should I do?

- The boy with the moon rocks
is just a phone call away.

Just sayin'.

(ominous music)

(gun clicks)

- Oh my God, what the fuck?

- Dude, what the fuck
are you doing here?

- Oh my God, what the--

- Shut up!

Shut the fuck up.

If you do not shut your mouth,

I will smash your
ugly whore face in.

Do you have any Ambien?

Go get me some.

- Jay, Jay, I--

- [Jay] Get up.

- I'm sorry, I swear I
was gonna call you, man.

Listen to me.

I can fix this, okay?

The Greek's last shipment,
it got busted,

and he is desperate
for molly, all right,

he is flush with cash.

All right, put the gun down.

- Get on your knees.

- Don't, please.

Listen to me,
listen to me, listen to me.

With Petey's connect and the
money that you collected,

we can fix this, okay?

Please, no.

Listen to me,
please don't do this.

Listen to me.

I've been looking out for you

since fucking kindergarten, man.

Please don't fucking do this,
we can fix this, I swear.

I swear to God, we can fix this.

- You swear?

- Yeah, I swear.

(somber music)

* When the lights go
out for miles around *

* If I close my eyes in the
heat of the crowd, I swear *

* I swear I saw you there

* And the kids all moved
to the pretty sounds *

* But inside my heart's
lying on the ground, I swear *

* I swear I've got you there

- Fuck you, you're out.

* Mistake

* That you made

* Don't erase

* You would punch, you
would pull, take control *

* I am sold and you've won

* Now it's time

- You look like a bag of
smashed assholes, my man.

- Thanks.

- [Shorty] Black?

- The stronger, the better.

- You puke on my floor,

he's gonna have to
stomp your teeth in.

- She tells it like it is.

- Pass the bottle.

- Charlie, how do you do it?

- He rocks my world.

Vic's a tough chick.

She'll be okay.

- Yeah.

She's my rock.

But this ain't easy.

If I get through this,

shit'll be different.

- It always is.

- Listen, Charlie.

We do solid business,
you and me.

I know the juice is running,

but I bring you a lot of paper,

that's gone with the
price on my head.

- Things are good right now.

Top of the food chain
isn't gonna back you

and pick a fight
with these Serbians.

- Then front me what I need.

- Things ain't that good, kid.

You got family, a rich
uncle you could roll?

- Nah.

They don't have
a pot to piss in.

It's just me and Vic.

- You'll figure it out.

Rob, cheat, steal, or kill.

There's always a way.

(dark mysterious music)

- Are you fucking serious?

Hey!

Jay, what the fuck?

- Holy shit.

- You have a death wish?

- Come on, Vic.

Whatever those scabs down
at the club are saying,

it's bullshit.

Those ratchets are just
jealous of what we've got.

- We got three days to
come up with more money

than in your entire wheel
and you're fucking sleeping,

why do I even bother?

- Victoria, really with this?

- Yeah, really with this.

I'm up all night
working double shifts,

ready to give you my savings.

Look, I just hope you
have a plan, that's all.

- Once this is over,
we'll go to Vegas.

Just me and you and I don't
know, maybe we'll see a show,

you know, like do shit that
normal people do there.

- I made a G last night,
that's eight.

What good is normal
if you're dead?

- What you get me?

It smells good.

You're a godsend,

but this nickel and dime shit
ain't gonna make us whole.

- We gotta rob someone.

- We gotta rob someone.

The Greeks got the paper

and I heard he's
desperate for product.

- So, what's the
fucking problem?

- After the Ricky thing,
he'll be ready.

- I've been asking
around at the club.

There's a guy upstate,
a cripple,

who's mostly pills,
oxy, roxy, Vicodins,

but sometimes he
has a bunch of grass

that he has a hard
time getting rid of,

it's not really his thing.

- He's a cripple?

- War veteran or some shit,

loves calling out
for the primo pussy.

You know, Ivy, she's been
up there a couple of times.

I guess the guy just
got out of rehab,

but still deals drugs.

- I don't feel so bad robbing
him if he can crush ass.

- I don't know how
much he's holding,

should be an easy score, though.

- Okay.

Make the call, set it up.

We'll take him for
whatever he's got.

- You need Petey?

- Not on this one, it's just us.

* Take me to the place
where I believed in *

* Take me to the place
where we call home *

* I wanna see the
eyes we used to see in *

* Stare into the
windows up above *

* There's no one, oh

* Sunlight shining from above

* Every night I wish
that you were here*

* There's no one

* No one waiting for you, dear

* Sunlight shining from you

* Every night I wish
that you were here *

* There's no one

- This is my boyfriend,
Jay, Jay, this is--

- How you doing?

This is good--
(banging)

Can we cut the shit now?

You party?

- It depends on who's invited.

- Her name is Roxana.

- Sure thing,
she's a friend of mine.

Only thing better than pussy.

You like to slam it?

- Nah, man.

I'm straight.

- I like to do my drugs,
the way I fuck.

When I'm

pounding the pussy,

I like to hurt it.

You like to hurt the pussy
when you're fucking it?

- Why the fuck not?

It ain't mine.

- I gotta use the
little girl's room.

- That is some fresh trim, boy.

I'm into pussy.

I like every shape,
color, flavor.

- Not that one, not tonight.

That's mine.

- Well, you know what they say,

the meek shall
inherit the earth.

- Nah, man.

The shit going on out there,

all these school shootings,

mall shootings,

bombings,

this thing we do for a living,

there are predators coming
at you from every angle,

you need to be able
to defend yourself,

you need to be the big bad wolf.

Are you the wolf?

- [Crippled Man]
What happened to the music?

(chuckling)

- Jay, you ready?

I gotta go to work.

- Now, now wait a minute,
honey, I ordered some pizza.

- I don't think we should
hang around too long,

clearly you couldn't get away
fast enough the first time.

- Did you forget something,
darling?

- Whoa.

- You gonna come in here,
make a deal,

and leave without paying,

that's just downright rude.

- That's not what's going on.

- Then how come I
didn't hear a flush?

Put your hands in your pocket,
get your keys,

put 'em on the table, slow.

- [Victoria] Jay!

(man grunting)

- [Crippled Man]
What the fuck, man?

- I thought you were paralyzed.

- I have MS, asshole.

- Jay, let's get
the fuck outta here.

- I'm the wolf.

- Holy shit.

That is awful.

- I told you, it's fucking mold.

- 30 grand worth?

That crippled piece of
shit was gonna fuck us.

- 12,500.

- 93,600.

- And the weed,
we can't even smoke it.

- The Jew.

- Yeah, that cripple
is a stingy bastard.

- No.

I can unload the skunked weed
to Yunus and his brother,

two Hasidics in Queens.

They're so cheap, they'll
actually take the time

to grind it up and sell it off.

- How much you think?

- 10 pounds.

Probably a few grand.

- I need a bump.

- Wait here.

- No fucking shot.

- Stay in the car, Victoria.

(doorbell ringing)
(door buzzing)

- [Man] We talked
all day every day

for like two months now.

- [Man] She have real job, yes?

- [Man] Something's up,
I know it.

- [Jay] Mutz, Yunus.

- Jason, come, sit.

- My girl's in the car.

- She's a woman, she will wait.

- Oh, fuck, what's that smell?

- The weed we talked about.

- Jason, listen.

I got a crisis on my hands.

My girl, she hasn't called
me back going on two days now

and I have no idea why.

- I tell him it could be
she's crazy busy at work

or maybe she think, "Holy
shit, we talk all the time,

"we need take break."

- I'm telling you,
something is up, I know it.

- [Yunus] Yeah?

- I only date strippers.

- Oh, well, onto the next.

- Don't be so cool,
tonight, you text her,

after she responds, you call
her back tomorrow, tell him,

but do not respond to text.

- [Mutz] Hey, I mean, I
sent her a text last night,

asking if she was okay.

(muffled speech)

- Calm down.

(Mutz speaks in
foreign language)

You don't have to do this,
brother.

- Save it.

I need that money.

Open it up.

- We go way back,
we do business together.
(safe beeping)

We're friends, yes?

- Any other day,

maybe a different story.

How much is in there?

- About 75 grand.

- Fill a bag with 60,000...

and I'm gonna take a
ring from the shop, too.

- Vuk?

He's going to kill you.

- Not anymore.

(Yunus laughing)

- You don't know Vuk.
(thud)

You, not know anything.

- Throw it over here.

The weed is yours.

(tense music)

Once I pay off this debt,

my wheel is at zero

and I've got no credit
left with the Canadians.

- Don't you guys still have
product out on the street?

They still owe you.

Hey, I can carry us for a while

at least until you get
back to where you were.

- I've been thinking.

I want you to stop dancing.

- So?

What are you saying?

- To trust me.

I'll take care of you.

Take this home, I'll get a ride.

I need to talk to
Petey about something.

Vic?
(car starts)

I love you.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

I've got your cash.

- [Vuk] Then bring it over.

We'll have a party just for you.

- I've still got two days.

- [Vuk] You're a real cowboy,
my friend.

- When you get it,

you start buying direct from me.

Why go through some punk

when you can go
straight to the source?

- [Vuk] When I get it,
you have a deal.

(dark ambient music)

- Alex is in the ER:
Few broken ribs,

broken orbital.

- What's he saying?

- There's some static.

Word on the wire is
homeboy got hit by a car

crossin' the street.

- Good.

- This Queens thing?

- Squared away.

Gonna be working with
them moving forward.

- Don't ask, don't tell.

- I need you to make that call.

I want 150 worth of
moon rock yesterday.

- You sure?

- Money may not buy happiness,

but I'll take my
fucking chances.

- My man.

(dark mysterious music)

* They say the calm
comes after the storm *

* They think the sun
will keep them warm *

* But you will draw the weapon

* We prefer the darkness

* Oh, we will never

* See the light

(dark mysterious music)