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# Over the rainbow
# Up high
# There's a
# A land
# That I heard of
# Once in a lullaby
# I'll wish upon a star
# And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
# Where troubles
# Melt like lemon drops
# Away above the chimney tops
# That's where
# You'll find me
# Over the rainbow
# Skies are blue
# And the dreams
# That you dare to dream
# Really do come true
# If happy little bluebirds fly
# Above the rainbow, why
# Oh, why can't I? #
You wanna know what this is about?
You could say it's about drugs, or guns,
or disaffected youth or, er,... whatever you like,
but this whole thing is about parenting.
It's about taking care of your children.
You take care of yours, I take care of mine.
INTERVIEWER: I don't understand. What does that mean?
That's all I have to say about that subject. Next question.
-Your son was a drug dealer?
-A drug dealer? No.
-Did he sell a little weed? Yeah.
-A little weed?
He was a major supplier to the San Gabriel Valley.
-I don't know anything about that.
-What about the DA's assertion
that your son got his marijuana from you
-and that you have ties to organised crime?
-What is this bullshit?
This isn't an interrogation, all right?
I'm a taxpayer and I'm a citizen and you are a jerk-off.
Did I tell you that?
if you don't give me fucking 12 reps,
I'm fucking your mom and your girl.
What'd you say? I couldn't hear you.
-You said you wanna suck my cock, right?
-First you've gotta grow one.
-Shit. My dick's so big, it's got a knee in it.
-Five foot three, hung like a flea.
-Fuck, it's hot out there.
-What are you doing, Elvis? Is it dark outside?
Well, I'm paying you for a full day, right?
-I've been here since ten o'clock this morning.
-Fuck that shit.
I asked you a question. Do you see the fucking moon?
-It's definitely daylight.
-Hey, I'll show you my moon.
Johnny, I did everything that you said.
The house is clean, I went to the store,
there's food and beer in the fridge, the wash is done, Adolf's fed,
the grass is cut, it's all done.
You shouldn't have finished so fast, huh?
-Shut the fuck up!
-Hey, hey, never mind that.
Get back to fucking work. You want shit to do? Go wash the floors.
Scrub out the toilets. Pick up all the dog shit in the back yard.
And if you finish too fast, dump it out...
-ALL: And pick it back up again.
-Party's over, man.
-Shut the fuck up, Pick.
-I can get you a pooper scooper.
Why are you so touchy?
-That's messed up, man.
When am I gonna get my money, Elvis? When?
-I told you, I get my cheque on Thursday.
-How much is the cheque?
-It depends on the hours.
-Well, how many hours did you work, bitch?
-I can't remember.
-Fucking deadbeat, man.
-Go on, get the fuck outta here.
-The walk of shame.
The walk of shame, man!
-Yo! What up, little B?!
-What up, bitch?
All of it, huh?
-So I got this guy.
He wants five, plus my regular two.
So I figure I'm gonna need seven.
I don't know, B. I don't... I don't like having that much shit out.
I'm gonna see my guy on Monday and I'll clear you right out, man.
He's good for it, Johnny.
You don't need to tell him I'm good for it, man.
I'm not looking for any fucking favours, JT.
If it makes sense, do it. If not, fuck it.
All right. We'll try it.
Where are you going, right?
That's what I'm talking about.
But, come Friday, I don't wanna hear any fucking stories.
Be ready, be ready.
Soft hands, right? Soft hands.
RAP MUSIC ON CAR STEREO
Nice. Nice. That's major-league stuff right there, baby.
Grab a bat and I'll throw you a couple.
-What do you say, Tarzan?
-I need seven.
We could put together. I don't wanna get picked off.
-You know where he's been?
I mean, I don't know... but it feels good.
-It's on you anyway, right?
-It always is, Pop.
Hey, look at this kid, how handsome he is.
-Look at this. You knocking 'em dead?
-No. Let go of me.
So, what are you doing tonight? You chasing tail?
No, I'm just chillin'.
-On a Friday night?! Sonny?
Don't make me wonder about you. You sound like half a fucking fag.
-Always had my suspicions.
-Just make the fucking call!
Wait a minute. Remember what I told you.
Men are not supposed to be monopolous. It's in our nature
-to spread the seed.
-Very poetic. C'mon. C'mon.
Angela's a nice girl but you gotta plough some fucking fields!
-Did you hear me, you fucking fruitcake?
-He's a great kid.
-Yeah, he is.
Hey! Didn't expect to see you. Come on in.
-Hi. You hungry?
-There's plenty of food.
-Hey. I like your hair, Jakey.
-You look handsome with a little hair.
-What's going on with the job?
-A lotta sales. Really busy.
-Everything's going really, er, great.
-How's your mother?
-Wonderful, thank you.
-Tell her I said hello.
-I'll do that.
-And, er, Wanda?
Could I talk to you for a second?
Er, excuse us.
-I need to borrow money.
-I thought we talked about this.
-You haven't paid me back for the last time.
-I know. I'm sorry. I...
-It's not the money.
You know that, don't you? I can't keep bailing you out all the time.
I know, man! I mean, do you,... do you think I'd fucking be here
if this wasn't the last stop on earth?!
Hey. What's going on?
-Jake wants to borrow money.
-How many times are we gonna do this, Butch?
Kid comes in here stoned and you keep throwing money at him
-cos you don't wanna deal with it.
-I'm working. I have a job.
-I'll pay you back.
-No, I can't do it, son.
-Right. Sorry to interrupt.
-Go back to your perfect family.
-That's not fair.
-Don't touch me!
-Hey. Can I come with you?
-No, kid, not tonight.
-I got some shit to do.
-You OK? You all right?
-OK, well, page me later.
-I love you.
LAUGHTER AND CONVERSATION
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Look at these wannabe motherfuckers with their fucking guns
and their fucking gold chains. They got nothing!
-They are worthless!
-The only thing these motherfuckers are shooting
-are music videos.
-That's what I'm saying.
-That's what I'm saying.
-That's what I've been saying all along.
-Now I'm feelin' it.
-Oh, he's feelin' it.
-Now I'm feelin' it.
-Now I'm feelin' it, bitches.
You don't want that shit. No, you don't want that shit.
-You don't want that shit.
-I wanna get hot!
-Oh! Oh, yeah!
You wanna call me out! You wanna call me out! OK.
Yeah, I wanna call you out! I wanna call you out!
I wanna call you out!
Hey, you know he has herpes, right?
Whoo! Bring it on.
I'm fucking high, dawg!
I can't even... I can't even see you right now!
Hey, you ain't shit, Elvis. Go back to your shelf.
-Yeah, dance, bitch.
-He's so fucking brain-dead.
Rape her more! Rape her more!
I need a fucking beer.
-Hey, would you get me a cerveza?
-Oh, you need a beer, Johnny?
-I'll get you a beer.
-Don't worry about it, Angie, I got it.
-Yo, I got it, Johnny.
Look at that slave-ass motherfucker. "I got it, Johnny."
-He's like a spook, man.
-He loves Johnny.
-Yes, he does. Don't you, Elvis?
-You love him, motherfucker.
-Yeah, I do. I love him a lot.
-I owe him a lot. I do.
-No, no, no, no, I don't mean like that.
I mean you fucking lo-o-ove him. You'd fucking do anything for him.
If he asked you to suck his cock, you probably would.
-Shut the fuck up!
-No, no, no, no, no. Tell the truth, Elvis.
Tell me you wouldn't drop to your fucking knees and suck Johnny's cock
-in two seconds if he asked you.
-You'd give it a kiss on the tip!
-No, I wouldn't.
-Oh, you see that?! Dude, you are a fucking full-on
-dick-in-the-mouth, balls-across- the-nose, dildo-up-the-ass...
You're a faggot, dude. 100%. Don't talk to me any more, OK?
I fuck bitches, you're a homo. That's it.
-That's fucking mean!
-Shut the fuck up!
Suck my fucking cock.
I'm dead serious.
Suck it, bitch. Suck my fucking cock.
-I got it.
-C'mon, do it!
No, I got it, all right? Suck my cock.
Pretty soon it's gonna come out, Elvis.
-Pretty soon you're gonna come out, Elvis.
-That you're fucking gay.
What up, Jake? You gotta start calling a motherfucker
before you just show up, give us a little respect!
Yeah. Can I talk to you for a minute?
-What's up, Jake?
-Let's go in here.
-Elvis is about to suck a dick.
-What's going on?
-That thing I told you
-I was gonna take care for you down in San Diego was a washout.
-I tell him something bad is gonna happen to him
unless he comes up with your money and, like, fast.
Which he doesn't cos he's fucking tapped but he leans on his neighbour
-and I walk on the guy for 150 bombs.
So the bombs are no good. The X was fucking bunk.
And I had a guy lined up to take it all, man.
We would have made so much money on that shit.
But you said that you would take care of it.
-You said that it was your debt.
-I can't exactly go back to the guy
-and say, "Your shit was no good."
-I still gotta get paid.
I know. Calm the fuck down. I got 800 and I thought,...
-..I thought we could split it.
-Split it? Fuck that.
-Pay me. All of it.
-You make dog shit at your job.
-Careful, I'm not Elvis.
-Yeah, well, you're short, asshole.
-Watch your fucking mouth.
I'm not one of your faggot friends.
-And remember who you're talking to.
-Give me my fucking money!
You're gonna stiff me, huh?!
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
Take a fucking drink, you motherfucker!
Why don't you just fucking die?!
-I'm gonna fucking kill you!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Take your fucking hands off him!
Frankie, get this fucking bitch off me!
Frankie, get this fucking bitch...! Get the fuck off, bitch!
Who do you think you're messing with, you cocksucker?!
-Sit the fuck down, you crazy bitch!
-Piece of shit!
-All right, motherfucker!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! C'mon, man.
You point that at me, you better pull the fucking trigger!
C'mon, you fucking pussy, do it! C'mon, bitch!
-Why don't you fucking try me, you fucking kike?
-I will! I will!
-I love it.
-You have everyone else fooled but I ain't buying it!
Get this fucking piece of shit out of my house.
Get the fuck out, dawg!
All right, Johnny. It's on.
-Ain't no turning back now.
-Get the fuck outta here!
-C'mon, let's go.
-HEAVY METAL MUSIC
-BANGING ON DOOR
(Bitch, shut up.)
What's going on?
-Who?! It's fucking midnight!
It's me, Zack.
Get in here.
-What are you doing, you fucking maniac?
-OK, go put on some clothes, my brother's here.
-You want a drink?
And she's always telling me what to do,
like what clothes to wear and what girls she thinks are pretty.
Like I couldn't fucking figure it out for myself!
-That's your mom. That's Olivia.
-C'mon, she loves you.
-You're her baby.
-Yeah, I know.
-Do you know that we have homework parties?
-Homework parties with little hats.
Yeah! Yeah! Another thing.
-I'll be sleeping, right?
And she'll wake me up by looking at me.
Like, I'll open my eyes and she'll be right there
looking at me, like...
Fucking A! It's goddamn creepy, you know,
like she's in love with me and breathing on me!
You're lucky, you know that. I mean, my mother, she'd never...
-Boo-hoo for me!
-Yeah, I know.
But, you know, I'd trade you.
I just gotta get out.
Wow, I'm drunk. I gotta smoke.
Look at Zacky, all grown up!
Look at his little one-hitter and his stress weed.
Take a drink.
Like a pro!
-"Wanda, put my kid on the phone. Now."
-(No, no. Fucking A!)
All right, give it to me.
ACTING SOBER: Hello?
"Zack was supposed to be home two hours ago. Is he with you?"
-Yeah, he's here.
-(Fucking A, dude!)
No, we're talking. I said we're talking.
-"Put him on the phone!"
-I'll drive him home later.
-"Do you know what time it is?"
-Yes, I do know what time it is, thank you.
-"Put my son on the phone or I am coming over there!"
-SHE SHOUTS DOWN LINE
-Yeah, OK. all right!
You gotta go home!
C'mon, Zack! Tonight we ride!
-Jake. Hey, Jake. Jake, am I a funny guy?
-Am I a good guy?
-You're the best.
-Yeah, you're a good guy.
-You are the best, man. Oh, boy!
-You wanted him, you got him.
-You're a real son of a bitch, you know that?
-I was fucking my dog one time, right?
-No, no, no, no.
-Hey, look at the caboose on that one.
I could crack that open like a peach.
Are you fucking kidding me? You are a fucking dinosaur, Cosmo. C'mon!
You're dead. You can't do anything.
-Your balls are all wrinkled up.
What? You deaf fuck. I said you're old.
I'd knock the bottom out of her.
You don't even know what a bottom is. You don't know what to do.
-What can I do for you?
What did you have in mind?
-Just get another round of drinks.
-You haven't finished the last ones.
-Just get us some more fucking drinks.
-Get us some drinks, bitch!
Mind your manners. We're fine.
-Just give me the bill.
-Hey, no, Dad, Dad.
-C'mon, I got it.
-Oh, you got it, huh? Look at this guy.
-Big spender over here!
-C'mon, Cos, let's go.
-Let's go! C'mon.
-Tell Jake we stopped in.
-Oh, I will.
When I told Jake what happened, he fucking flipped out.
He was gonna kill Johnny. Jake's a very passionate person
but I told him, "No. If you're gonna do something,
"you gotta fucking hit him where it hurts."
'Johnny had a car stolen by a mutual acquaintance'
and he was trying to collect
on the insurance money.
Jake comes in,
salts the whole fucking deal.
Insurance company catches wind of it, they don't pay out.
Costs Johnny 30,000.
Of course, Johnny had to retaliate. It's fucking business.
Mr Johansson wants to see you.
You wanted to see me?
-What's up, Pete?
-Your probation officer called.
You talked to Mr Lampington?
-I thought he was out of town.
-Well, I talked to him.
He says you've been in trouble again.
Breaking into houses, using drugs. Speed, mainly.
-It's not true.
-Yeah, it is.
-No, it's not.
Pete, I swear to God. Dude!
I feel you! I'm right here!
Don't look at me that way. I'm telling you the fucking truth!
I'm totally fucking straight, man! I'm a little...!
Mr Lampington is so full of shit! He's out of fucking town!
How would he know?!
-You disappoint me.
-I swear to fucking God!
-I need you to take a drug test.
Pete, c'mon. I need this job. I need this job.
-I really need this job!
-Fill it up.
-I NEED THIS FUCKING JOB!
-Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you! Fuck you! Get the fuck out of here! You're fired!
Get your shit and get out! Do not let him back in here!
-I will take you down to hell with me!
-Get the fuck out of here!
I will take you down to fucking hell with me!
I will take you down to hell with me!
-HEAVY METAL ON CAR STEREO
You wanna play some games, Truelove?!
-Let's play some motherfucking games!
SHOUTING AND BANGING
Motherfucker! Fuck that!
Where's this motherfucker?!
-Where you at?! Johnny?! Johnny?!
-Check the bathroom.
-Oh, shit, look at this fucking TV!
-Fuck the TV!
Shut the fuck up! Shoot the motherfucker!
Fuck the motherfucking dog, man!
The bitch ain't here, man.
What the fuck are you doing, man?!
What the fuck did you eat? Don't step on your own shit.
Fiesta, motherfuckers! We ready?!
-Yo, what the fuck, dude?
-We're movin', bro.
It's too fucking hot. Too many assholes know where I live.
You see this?
Yo, Johnny, what happened, man?
I come home last night, my window was busted
-and my TV is missing.
-Tell him about the shit.
-Fucking crackhead Mazursky took a sideways shit
-on the living-room carpet.
-On the wet spot.
A big fucking steaming crap. Longways, like this, dawg.
-That's fucked up!
-Is that nuts? What does this fucker wipe his ass with?
-I don't know, fucko. I told you, I wasn't here.
-Whatever. That fool is fucking nasty, man.
Check this shit out.
ANSWERPHONE: "Sunday, 12am."
"This is just the beginning, bitch. You're dead.
"Ya hear me, you fucking dwarf? I know where your mother lives!
"I know where your brother lives! I know where your papi lives!
"We're gonna play some games, motherfucker!"
-Can you believe that shit?!
-After everything I've done for that motherfucker?!
-Johnny, fuck him.
Let's get the hell outta Dodge, go to Fiesta, fuck some bitches.
-That's what I'm talking about.
-Right? Let's run through some shit!
Schmidty, we're gonna go to the Springs for a couple of days.
-You stay here and get everything all boxed up and out, OK?
All right. I want a receipt, too.
Yeah, and maybe if you guys are still there when I get finished,
-I'll cruise down there.
-Yeah, maybe you can blow me.
Fuck you! I wanna come.
Yeah, just make sure you get the shit smell out of the carpet, bitch!
I don't get it. What are we doing?
Let's go break this fucking guy's head.
He's not here.
-He's gone, man. Look, his car is not even here.
-That don't mean shit.
There's not even any fucking lights on.
How are the lights gonna be on? It's the middle of the fucking day.
-What are we doing?
-I dunno but I'm not standing here like an idiot.
-What are you doing?
-I'm just kidding.
-All right, so quit fucking around.
-Hey, yo, J! Check it out.
-97 miles an hour, motherfucker!
Let's see what you got.
HE SHOUTS IN SPANISH
Manny motherfucking Ramirez!
You guys are fucking idiots.
Jesus! Make more noise(!)
He's 15. You remember when you were 15?
For once in your life, a tennis match will wait.
Why do you have to be such a fucking pussy? What are you thinking?
-What are you getting crazy about?
-I'm not crazy.
-Just leave it.
-Oh, great, let's just let him turn out like...
-Say it. Like Jake?!
What's going on?
Your mother found this in your room.
-It's a pipe.
-I know what it is. It's a bong.
-You wanna tell me about it?
-You smoking pot?
-We have to talk!
-I don't wanna fucking talk!
-Well, that's too bad. Sit down.
-Dad! I just fucking woke up!
Goddammit! Let me put some fucking clothes on!
God! Fucking dick!
Yes, he should be grounded. He should be something, for God's sake!
Zack, come down here. Zack?
-Are you fucking kidding me?
-That's Tattooey's brother.
Hey, what's up? Come here! Come here, you little fucker!
-What the fuck are you running for, bitch?
Let's go, let's go. C'mon, c'mon.
Dude, what the fuck are you doing?!
-I didn't fucking do anything!
-Shut the fuck up!
Get in the fucking van!
-Just take him to your place.
-We can't take him to my place.
-My dad's there.
-I thought you said he was cool.
He is but you didn't tell me we'd be bringing along a hostage!
He's not a hostage, all right? I told you,
-I don't know what I'm doing right now. I'm thinking.
Well... Hey, we gotta take him someplace.
All right. I know somewhere we can go. But you gotta be fucking cool.
-Hey, what's up, man?
-What's up, Chucky?
-What's up, bro? Lotta dudes, bro.
-I know, man.
All right. Bring 'em in.
Hey, Chuck, erm, this is Truelove, the guy I was telling you about.
-Hey, what's up, man?
-Do you have a room we could use?
-Yeah, I got one all the way down to the left.
-So, what's up, man?
-We're just chilling, man.
-Getting high. Getting ready to go to Fiesta.
-So, how you been?
Chillin', rippin' waves, hangin' out.
-Yo, what the fuck is goin' on back there?
-Want me to check it out?
Yeah. I mean, four dudes I've never met are in my fucking bedroom.
Yeah. Be right back.
-Give me your hands.
-Give me the tape.
Whoa! What the fuck are you doing, man?!
Are you nuts?! You can't do that!
-You guys are outta your fucking mind!
-What the hell is this?
-Who the fuck are you?!
-They got a kid tied up!
-Johnny's just a little crazy right now!
-A little crazy right now?!
-We stole this kid...
I thought I told you to shut your mouth.
-And you, mind your fucking business.
-Mind my business?!
-This is my fucking house!
-HE COCKS GUN
-..you better put your boy in check.
-Oh, it's like that, huh?
-It's just like that, bitch.
-I get it. Yo, Lump, let's get outta here.
Yo, I'm going to fucking Fiesta and when I get back
none of you motherfuckers better be here.
Let's get outta here, girls. Lump, let's go.
Hey, Chucky, man, I'm really sorry about all this, bro.
What's going on? Why aren't you guys ready?
What are we gonna do with the kid, man?
Who cares? Throw him in the fucking closet.
Pick him up later. Leave him in the van. I don't give a fuck.
Hey, yo, Johnny. I got a date back in the Valley. I gotta get back.
-You just remembered now, huh?
-Hey, my girl gets mad if I don't fuck her.
-You pussies wanna go home?
Fine. Take the fucking van.
Listen, you don't have to do that. You can put me in a closet.
-I'm not gonna run anywhere.
-Shut up before I shut you the fuck up.
-Why is this motherfucker even talking?
-I thought we taped him up.
-He couldn't breathe.
THEY ALL LAUGH
Just drop me off on the strip. I'm going to fucking Fiesta.
I'm not letting this little motherfucker throw my weekend.
-What about me?
-He stays with you.
-I said, "All fucking queers are deaf."
-Because I fucking said so.
-Don't fuck around, man.
I can't fucking take him to my dad's house like that.
Well, untie him. You heard the kid, he ain't running.
-There you go.
Go home, tell Juergen he's your new little butt buddy
and he's spending the night. Meanwhile, I'll talk to Mazursky.
He must be goin' crazy right now.
-Hey, what's going on?
-It's a madhouse.
-Your brother's scaring the shit out of all of us.
-You tried his friends?
-Maybe he has a girl.
-We've tried friends, cops, hospitals. Nothing.
You don't think the kid's just, like, out fucking around?
I mean, you can't keep the kid locked in the house forever.
Maybe. I don't know.
We did have an argument this morning.
-OK, well, that's what it is, then, right?
-I hope so.
-Well, what do you think?
-I don't know.
But we can't rule anything out, so, er...
-I have to ask you a few questions. OK?
You know anybody who'd wanna hurt Zack?
-You have a beef with anybody I should know about?
-That person you owe money to?
You owe somebody money? Oh, Jesus! You just tell me how much
-and I will write the cheque.
-It's not really like that, Olivia.
Really? What's it like?! Tell me what it's like!
Goddamn you! Fuck! You bastard!
-Get him back here!
-Bring him back here!
I'm going to find him, I promise you.
I promise you.
I'll find him.
Where are you going?
-De Rosa. Where's Johnny?
-I don't know, dawg. Is he here?
-That's what I'm asking you, dawg!
-We were talking.
-Klemash, where's the fucking crew?
-I ain't seen them dudes.
-You give me your back? You turn away from me?
-Why are you tripping?
-Back up, freak-ass!
-Don't you touch her! Agh!
You fucking asshole! Urgh!
If anybody sees
tell them Jake Mazursky is looking for him!
-CAR HORN TOOTS
Suck my dick!
-You better back the fuck off me, man!
-I'm gonna get a beer. You want one?
SHOUTING AND CHEERING
-Here you go, man.
-No, I don't smoke.
Fuck that. It's good for you.
..what if I said you could walk over there right now, jump on a bus,
catch a ride home, I turn my back,
tell Truelove you... fucking ran away or something?
What do you think about that?
I don't know, Frankie. I mean, I don't wanna cause any problems
for my brother, you know?
So I think I'm just gonna ride it out, see what happens. All right?
I'm so glad to see you.
-Oh, my beautiful baby!
-Don't do that!
Hey, come to bed.
I love you.
-SLURRED: I want you to meet...
-All right, all right. Hi.
-Give her a kiss.
-Be a gentleman.
-Fucking join in the fun.
-Have fun. I'm gonna go.
-Let me go, Dad.
Stay! The party's just getting started! C'mon, man!
-Smoke a doobie with your old man! Have a drink!
-No! No, Dad! C'mon.
-Who's your little friend? You baby-sitting?
-Take the couch.
C'mon, you got chores to do. Let's go. Hello?
-I fucking hear you!
-Destiny got up late, so straighten up the house.
-I'm supposed to clean up after your party?
Don't argue with me, I'm in no mood. Hey, look, I come home yesterday
and your shit's all over! We had a deal -
-you get a job, you pay rent or you work here.
-All right! Fuck!
Nice fucking mouth.
-Hey, don't worry about it. I'll help you with the work.
Juergen grows everything we eat right here - tomatoes, cucumbers, corn,
fucking spices and shit.
Motherfucker's a full-blown alcoholic,
smokes like a chimney, but goddamn if we don't eat healthy, right?
-Oh, yeah. Look at this shit right here.
Daddy's pride and joy. That greedy bastard will smoke them all
but it's Frankie's job to take care of them - water them,
-throw eggshells on them every now and then.
Yeah, right? Well, fuck it. Let's get to work.
-I'll be right back.
-'What's going on?'
-Nothing. Working. You guys coming over?
-'You got that shit?'
-You know I do.
Mom, we're going to Frankie's!
(Hey, did you talk to him?)
-It's all good.
-What time will you be home?
I don't know. Late, probably.
Can you stay with Julie and Sabrina tonight?
-It's your father and my anniversary.
-You gonna have a little sex or...? Ow!
Whatever. I'm interested. Are you gonna go down on him?
-Give him a little tubesteak boogie?
Oh, c'mon! Live a little. You guys have been married, what, like,
I will smack the shit out of you, you little skunk!
All right, OK, we're leaving. Let's go get Sabrina and Julie.
Hey, yo! Yo! Youngblood! Come here, man.
-Pleased to meet you.
-..Sabrina, Julie, Dickwad.
Fucking Keith, man. OK, OK, let's go smoke some fucking weed, man!
-All right. Hey, but listen.
-Nobody mess up my shit, all right?
This house has never been so fucking clean.
-You fucking suck at this.
-You fucking blow at this game.
I don't fucking blow. You just died, man!
-I thought I was the other guy.
-No, dude, that's me!
-I thought I was playing the other dude.
-No. You're fucking high, dude.
-Yeah, I'm high.
-I'm ruined after five minutes of this shit.
-Suck my balls.
-Suck MY balls, man!
You suck it, bitch. You fucking wimp.
-So, how old are you?
-How old do I look?
-Well, I'm 17 but I do look really young.
I'm gonna kill your ass.
-I'm gonna kill your ass.
-Answer your phone. Go!
-Yo, Johnny! What's up? Have you talked to anybody?
-Look, man, I can't keep the kid here much longer.
-I'm just having some people over.
-(Shut up!) Just some people.
'I didn't tell you to!'
-Chill out, dawg!
-'Fuck that! Get everyone the fuck outta there!'
All right. All right. I'll clear it out.
I need you to do a favour for me, bro.
Johnny's coming over and I need the house. Will you watch the kid for me
-for a little while?
-Yeah, keep an eye on him.
-No phones and no leaving him alone.
-No phones? I don't get it.
(All right, if I tell you something, can you keep your mouth shut?)
Yeah, of course, man. Yeah.
The kid's older brother owes Truelove money
and Johnny's holding him like a marker or something
until he gets paid.
That's fucked up.
No, bitch, it's not like that.
The kid knows what's happening and he's cool with it.
I mean, look at the motherfucker. He ain't goin' nowhere.
Just take him someplace, hang out, bring him back in a couple of hours.
-Can you do that for me?
-I don't know, man.
I... It sounds pretty fucking dubious.
Keith, who the fuck are you talking to, man?
If I tell you something's good, then that's what it is.
Are you gonna take care of this for me or not?
-Susan, I swear to God, it's cool. Trust me.
Would you fucking calm down?! Don't say anything, OK?!
-You're gonna get me in trouble!
-From your gangster friends?!
-Oh, I'm real scared!
-Well, you fucking should be!
-You're a little fucking faggot!
-What's going on?
-This kid has been kidnapped!
-You mean like abducted kidnapped?
-Fucking stolen! Ask him!
-Yeah, they took me but it's OK.
-They took you? Why?
-Because his scumbag brother owes Truelove money.
-That's fucking hot.
-Dude, so you're, like, ransom or something.
-You don't look stolen.
Yeah. I know, it's weird.
-Dude, you can do anything you want, OK?
-No, he can't.
You wanna fucking leave, go for it.
You shut the fuck up, you fucking bitch!
THEY SHOUT OVER ONE ANOTHER
Guys! Whoa! Fuck! Hey!
-I'm gonna knock your ass out! Sit down!
-My brother is gonna pay the money, OK?
-So, like, in the meantime, you're, like, on vacation.
-That's fucking awesome.
-It's another story
-to tell my grandkids.
-That's so fucking cool.
Dude, this shirt is fucking cool! Bob Marley is cool!
-You guys think that kidnapping is cool?!
-Yeah, it's fucking exciting!
-It's romantic. He's doing this for his brother.
-Are you insane?!
-Susan, chill out.
-DUDE, THIS IS FUCKING WRONG!
-Doesn't anybody else think that this is fucking wrong?!
Susan, take a fucking Valium, OK?!
-It's not even any of your business.
-It is my house!
Jesus Christ! Calm the fuck down.
I'm gonna roll us the biggest fucking joint anyone has ever seen.
-You down with that, Zack?
-What's up, you faggot?
-What's up, you short bitch?
Make yourself busy, baby, we gotta talk some business.
-Can I get you guys a drink?
-It's not a bar, baby.
-There's no fucking pina colada.
-Not even a little can?
-No, but I got some wine. I can make you a spritzer.
-What's the fucking deal?
I don't know what to do.
-What do you mean?
-About the kid.
-We could be in a lot of trouble.
Big-ass, serious-as-shit trouble.
I mean, you can't just take a kid
-and have no-one notice.
-That is what I told you.
-Didn't I say that?
-You did, all right?
But, still, we are where we are. Right here, you know?
I mean, it's a big problem and we gotta fix it.
-So what do we do?
-I don't know.
There's, like, a solution but I'm just not seeing it.
I don't know, maybe we're fucked.
-We're not fucked. What do you mean "fucked"?
-Jail fucked, motherfucker.
If we let the kid go, he runs back to Mommy and Daddy
-and he rats us out.
-Maybe he won't.
Not to mention Tattooey. Who knows what he's gonna do?
We're gonna be looking over our fucking shoulders.
-I don't think the kid'll spill.
-Yeah, but what if he does?
-Fuck that shit.
-You see what I'm saying?
I'm not fucking going to prison! Look, I just won't!
-Yeah, me neither, bitch...
-I'm not fucking kidding, John!
-This is fucking bad!
-The best thing we could do
would be to get ahold of Tattooey and straighten this shit out.
-Well, where is that motherfucker?
-Who knows?! I don't know!
Probably laying low, looking to shoot me in the fucking head!
-That's what I'd be doing!
You know how I get with this anxiety shit!
-Yeah. I swear to God, man, I'm hyperventilating.
-I wanna ask you something.
Hypothetically, all right? This isn't real, right?
We're just talking here but, erm...
..what would you say if I were to offer you 2,500 to kill the kid?
-Yeah, fucking wax him.
Are you fucking insane?
I'm not gonna fucking kill the kid! That's a fucking joke, right?!
-Course it's a fucking joke, man! You're so fucking stupid!
-All right, man, I'm just playing.
-Well, stop fucking around.
Look, man, can't we just grease the kid?
You know, tell him he can hang out any time. That he's our boy.
Throw a fucking arm around him or something.
-Give him a few bucks?
And tell him when Mommy and Daddy ask to say that
-he ran away with some girl or something.
-We can make it work, man, if we just grease the kid.
-And then it's taken care of.
That way we're not running around here like a bunch of Chinamen.
See, that's what I love about you, man, you're smarter than me.
RAP MUSIC PLAYS
No! No, no, no, no! No, please!
THEY BOTH LAUGH
Whoa, whoa. Let me see that.
-Does it hurt?
HE CLEARS THROAT
Er, could I talk to you alone for a minute?
I just wanted to say sorry about all this shit.
You know, I know that this is a big pain in the ass.
-This whole thing is really fucking ridiculous.
Are you OK? I mean, is everybody treating you all right?
-I mean, you got enough to eat?
-Yeah? You need anything?
-You need some dough?
-No, I'm good.
-Are you sure?
-I mean, I...
-No, no, I'm really good. Really.
I know this is hard but this is all gonna get squared away soon,
-All right, cool.
Er, I gotta jet but, erm...
You know something? Er, you know, you're...
-..you're a pretty stand-up guy.
I mean, your brother is a dickhead.
I mean, he's my boy and I love him but he's just, you know...
-I mean, he's acting a motherfucking fool right now.
-Yeah, I know.
Yeah. Well, er...
This will all be over by tomorrow.
KNOCK ON DOOR
-Hey, baby. What's up?
-I thought you were spending the night out.
-I was, I just...
I really needed to talk.
I ask for one night out of the year to make love to your father
-and you won't even give that to me?
-I'm X-ing right now.
-I can't understand anything you're saying.
-I'm sorry, OK?
He was wearing a brown shirt, blue sweatshirt,
brown tennis shoes and a ring. It has a red stone.
-(Baby, you got a phone call.)
-(I'll take it upstairs.)
Yo, it's me, the midget.
-You got some set of balls calling me here.
-What's the matter?
-You don't answer a page?
-We got nothing to talk about.
Oh, I think we do.
-Straighten out all this shit once and for all?
-'I know it was you.'
-I don't know what you're talking about.
-Johnny, I know.
-And you're dead.
-Don't threaten me.
'Fuck that! It's a promise!'
No matter where you go or what you do, I'm gonna hunt you down!
I'm gonna hunt you down and then I'm gonna slit your throat!
And then I'm gonna cut you open and eat YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HEART!
You better pray! Johnny, you better fucking pray
that the cops find you before I do!
Get on your cocksucking knees AND PRAY!
INTERCOM: Mr Nolder, Johnny Truelove on two.
-Hey, Cock and Balls, what can I do for you?
-'Question for you.'
Let's say someone owes someone I know money and won't pay.
So, er, that someone I know has his boys
snatch the deadbeat's kid brother till he does pay.
-'What kind of problems is he looking at?'
'If he asks for ransom he's looking at life.
-'You there, Cock?'
-So what does he do?
-'I don't know. Probably digs a deep hole.
'Why? What's the matter? Who's in trouble?'
-What the hell is he still doing here?!
-Chill out, Susan.
You keep running your mouth, Truelove could go to jail
-and we could wind up dead.
That motherfucker's crazy. Yesterday, he offered me 2,500 bucks
-to kill the kid.
Right. Kill him.
Jesus! First you give me mouth and now you give me fucking tears?!
Do me a favour, Susan. Have a period or something!
Of course I'm not gonna do it, I told him,
I'm just saying that's how spun he is.
I got it under control.
I got it under control, all right? Say it.
Say, "You, Frankie, have it under control."
-You, Frankie, have it under control.
-Right. Now say,
"I, Susan, am a whiny fucking bitch
"and you, Frankie, have it under control."
I, Susan, am a whiny fucking bitch
-and you, Frankie, have it under control.
Worst comes to worst, I'll tell everybody to go fuck themselves,
put 50 bucks in the kid's pocket and stick him on a bus.
See, bitch? Johnny.
-'Hey, what up?'
-What's the word?
-'Picking the kid up.'
-Great! What time?
-I'm gonna have to take him to a hotel or something.
-'What's going on?'
My dad's girlfriend is up my ass with a fucking broom.
-'Call me when you get there.'
-All right, man.
-'I'm on my cell.'
-I'll call you.
-The kid's goin' home!
-What up, buddies?
-What up, buddy, buddy?
-Buddy, buddy, buddy!
-What up, buddy?
-Hey, er, we need to borrow your mom's car.
RAP MUSIC PLAYS IN HOUSE
That one right there.
Yeah, let's go! Yeah! C'mon!
You kids have a good time!
What up? Well, when am I gonna fucking get paid?
-Get in there. Get in there. You like this shit?
-Get the fuck outta here!
-Can't you see me on the toilet?!
-I said get the fuck out.
I'm trying to pee here! Let go of me!
-What the fuck are you doing, crazy-ass?!
I don't give a fuck! Listen to me, Ziggy, I said you pay me today!
Oh, you don't have it? Well, listen, if you see me,
you don't wanna fucking see me. It's like that, bitch.
-Get off the phone.
-I'm getting off!
-Is that guy giving you a problem?
-Let's kick his ass.
All of a sudden you're a tough guy?
I can fight him. I'm a fucking black belt in tae kwon do.
-Shut the fuck up.
-No shit. Come here, you little fucker.
How does that feel? Think you're bad, huh?
Give him a kiss. Give the little fucker a kiss. Yeah, yeah.
What are you gonna do now, huh? Huh? Who's your fucking daddy, huh?
Tell 'em who your fucking daddy is. What? Huh?
Well, hell, no, bitch! Hell fucking no.
You sizin' me up? You sizin' me?
That was fucking awesome! You're fucking awesome! Dude.
That was awesome, dude. This little bitch can fight!
My God, that was amazing!
-KNOCKING ON DOOR
-Open the door! Open up!
Fuck off, we're fighting! No room for bitches!
-Or fucking queers!
-Or fucking queers!
-C'mon, open the door, assholes!
-Let that sack of monkey shit in.
Don't call me a sack of monkey shit.
-What happened to your shirt, bitch?
-I don't know.
-We're out of booze, man.
-Already? Tell your freeloader friends
-to slow the fuck down, Keith. I'm not made of money.
-I need a cigarette.
-All right. Hey, we're leavin'. Keep everything under control.
-Is this him?
-Zack, this is Alma.
-Watch how fast I can down this shit.
You should have seen me with the beer bong!
Quit staring at me. Your turn.
-So you're really stolen?
-Yeah, I really am.
You got a girlfriend, stolen boy?
-How old are you?
17? This motherfucker is 15 years old.
-Dude, what's your fucking problem?
-I'm sorry. Jesus!
They don't care anyway, man.
Ever been laid, stolen boy?
-It's my birthday!
-Happy birthday, girl.
Can you guys give us a second?
-I need to talk about something in private.
-What do you think?
-What do I think?
-Yeah, what do you think?
-What do you mean, what do I think?
-I mean about this whole thing.
-I think no more music videos, that's what I think.
-You need anything? Money?
-You got gas?
-I got gas.
Are you ready to drink for my birthday?
No, where's he going?
Mwah! I hate it that you have to work, Schmidty.
Happy birthday, Angie.
-Eat a piece of cake for me.
What are you doing? This is your lucky night. Get in!
-I don't get it.
-Just turn around.
3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
Ready or not, here I come.
TRADITIONAL MEXICAN MUSIC
Mmmmm! Do you wanna know what I wished for?
-(I'll tell you.)
-(I wanna suck your cock.)
Wait, the wish is coming true! It's coming true! Oh, Lordy!
My wish is coming true! Wait, my wish is coming true! Oh, shit!
-Baby, I gotta go make a phone call.
-No, you don't. No. No.
-Bad! He's bad.
-Let's open the gifts.
-'What up, jerky?'
-Yeah, I'm kinda busy.
-'Dude, it's me.'
-'Yeah, I'm on my way.'
-Oh, great. How long?
-'Half an hour.'
-'Clear it out, all right?'
-Yeah, you got it.
Hey! Zack's going home. Party's over. All you motherfuckers gotta go.
-I'm glad you're going home.
-Now you got your story to tell. Mwah!
-Call me sometime.
-And wipe that smile off your face.
-You're a dead fucking giveaway.
Don't fucking move!
Yo, dude, just hang out with us.
-Man, I was gonna catch a ride home.
-You love weed!
-You love it!
-Fuck you, ladies!
-We'll see you guys later, all right?
-Drive really fast with your eyes closed.
You're an asshole.
Roll up, Stratten!
-Thanks for the virginity, baby!
-We love you, Zack!
-Hey, Elaine, how you doin'? Is my boy here? I'm lookin' for him.
-No, they went out for Angela's birthday.
-Ya mind if we wait?
-What are you doing here?
-What's the deal, Elvis? You driving the kid home or what?
-What the fuck are you talkin' about?
The kid ain't goin' home.
-But I thought Johnny...
-Well, you thought wrong.
-Fuck that. Johnny didn't tell me shit.
-The decision's been made.
-Fuck me?! Fuck you! Johnny sent me here to take care of somethin'
and I'm gonna fuckin' do it, with you or through you!
-Who's sucking whose cock now, huh, Frankie?
-Fuck that! I'm out!
Fuck that?! You're fucking in! I'm up here to clean up your mess
-and you're gonna fucking help me!
-All right! Fucking let go of me!
What the fuck do you want me to do?
(We need some tape.)
-You're gonna dig.
-I don't wanna do this, bitch!
-You're gonna help me.
-Fuck that! No fucking way!
Ain't no fuckin' way, Elvis! I'm not diggin'! Fuck you!
I did my shit! This is the line, motherfucker! Everybody has got one
and mine's a fucking grave, all right?! You wanna shoot me?!
Shoot me right fucking here! I don't give a fuck!
Hey, excuse me?
Where's Frankie? I need a ride home.
-Whoa! What's going on, man?
-C'mon, I need your help.
What the fuck do you need duct tape for, dude?
-Where is everybody?
-Er, Keith said he needed a ride home,
so that guy gave him one.
-Hey, what are you watching?
This shit's so funny.
This shit's been going on for, like, I don't know, two minutes.
You wanna run to the store for me? Get me some cigarettes?
Dude, I'm too young. They won't sell to me.
-Let's take a drive. Let's go somewhere. You wanna?
-No, I'm cool.
I just wanna watch a movie.
-What did you do?
-Are you all right?
-We need to talk.
-Fuck that, it's my birthday!
-Don't you fucking touch me! Fuck!
-Don't talk to your mother like that!
-Where's the kid?
I don't know who you're talkin'... Dad, I swear.
-Fucking get off me!
-You fucking stupid...!
Don't you fucking get it, you moron?! There's a missing-persons poster
-on every street corner!
-The cops pick you up, you're doing 25 to life.
-You don't think I know that?
-You've fucked your life up.
The only way you're gonna unfuck it is that you come clean now. Now!
Calm down, calm down. Let me talk to him, all right?
C'mon, let me talk to him. Look, everybody is getting excited here.
What your father's trying to say is we have a plan.
You bring the kid home, we have a sit-down.
Me, you, the mother, the father.
Sonny brings his chequebook and we settle it right there.
That'll never work.
You're probably looking at some jail time
but if that's our only option, we'll do it the right way.
-I guarantee you do a minimum sentence.
-Be smart, kid.
-Let the spooks do the hard time.
-Fuck that. No jail.
-Two years? A piece of cake. Winter, summer, winter, summer, done.
Then you tell us your plan, Einstein.
You tell us how this all turns out.
-Hey, Keith, what's up?
-Don't fucking touch me.
-What's up, buddy?
-You're Zack, right?
Well, I'm Elvis and I'm gonna take you home, man.
You gotta do this, man. It's gotta be unanimous.
If the kid goes home... everybody's looking at life.
We talked to a lawyer, man... and there's no way around it.
Life for what? For taking care of the kid?
For letting him sleep at my fucking house?
You were there from square one.
-You sat on him the whole time. You think you're gonna walk?
-There it is.
I mean, I like the kid.
What's not to like? He's 15.
He's just too much of a liability.
Think about it. We send the kid home, you got Jake looking for you.
You don't want that. You don't go along, Johnny don't trust you,
he's comin' after you.
And you don't want Sonny Truelove knocking at your door.
We don't have a choice, man.
God, my parents are gonna fucking kill me.
I can just see my mom. She's fucking... Oh, God!
But, hey, guys, listen,
I would never rat you guys out. You guys and me are like...
We're like this. You know that, right?
Frankie, you know that, right?
-Yeah, we know that, man.
I'm probably just gonna say that I, erm...
I don't know, that I ran away or something to, like,
Bakersfield, or Fresno or something.
Fuck it, you know?
Hey, does anybody know where Bakersfield is?
Say you were with a girl. They'll believe that.
Yeah, like Julie.
You know, when I get back, I'm gonna start fresh.
You know that? Like, I just wanna start completely fresh.
-You ever feel like that, Frankie?
Like you wanna, I don't know, go to Europe or something.
Or take a class. Or learn to play an instrument, like guitar.
It sounds really fucking hard. I mean, it's guitar.
But it bugs me that I don't know how to do anything, you know?
I'm pretty sure I could.
-Johnny, call it off.
-Nothing's gonna happen!
-These guys are such fuck-ups, the kid's probably loose.
-Make the call!
-What are we doing?
-We're meeting somebody who's gonna take you home.
You know, I think I'm gonna start being nicer to my mom.
It's kind of gay but if you think about it, she's the shit.
She's, like, my best friend in the whole world, you know?
I can't do it. I can't do this, man. I gotta fucking go home.
Dude, what's going on? You're crying.
-Get away from me!
-What's the matter with him?
Frankie, what's going on?
All right, you ready? Let's do this.
-Oh, man, please!
-Shut the fuck up!
-It's not what you think, OK?
-Yeah, it is, Frankie!
-Please, I thought we were boys!
-We are boys.
-Frankie, there's nobody up there!
-Yes, there is, OK?
-Just stop freaking out.
-Do you swear?
Zack, everything's cool, on my life, OK? I swear to God.
-All right, I swear to God.
-All right, man.
-Let's just walk.
-We're just gonna take a walk.
Oh, please! I won't tell anybody, I swear to God, Frankie!
-Hey, we're not gonna do this, right?!
-Shut your fucking mouth!
-We're really gonna do this?!
-Shut your fucking mouth!
-Goddammit, Frankie, I can't fucking concentrate!
-I swear I won't tell!
-Shut his fucking mouth or I'll fucking shoot him!
You'll never see me again, I swear!
-Look, you gotta calm down, OK?
-Everybody's nervous, all right?
-I don't wanna die, Frankie!
-What's the tape for, Frankie?
-I would never hurt you, Zacky, All right?
But I'm gonna have to tape you up. So give me your hands.
-Everything's gonna be all right.
-Hey, hey,...I'm your boy.
-I know. OK.
See, everything's OK. Everything's OK.
I don't wanna die, Frankie. I don't wanna die!
-Now I'm gonna have to tape your mouth up, OK?
You're my boy. I wouldn't hurt you, OK?
-All right. I know.
What the fuck are you doing?!
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
'It was six o'clock in the morning'
and, er...several black cars pulled up.
There were men in suits
and the, er, doorbell was just ringing.
"We've found your son", they said.
"We've found your son...
"..bad news", they said.
INTERVIEWER: About the funeral.
Jake didn't show?
Oh, he said it was out of respect for me, but that's a crock.
He just didn't wanna get hit.
-I'm sorry, I don't understand.
-Shot. Killed. Murdered.
I happen to know he owes 50,000 to one drug dealer.
They have their own rules in the drug world.
They killed my son for 1200.
I'm just so sorry for your loss. I mean, I can't even imagine.
When my son died, I died.
I loved him every single day of my life
and I wasn't afraid to show him.
-What made you try and kill yourself?
-Oh! I don't know.
You know, it seemed like a long time to my natural death.
I don't know.
You know, all three times I tried to commit suicide
there was alcohol involved.
When I tried to kill myself in the hospital, I did it wrong.
You know, you're supposed to... do it like this.
Maybe it was the pills.
(It's all bullshit, anyway.)
..there is a reason for everything.
..if that God has got a purpose for me,
he better get the fuck down here and tell me what it is!
Cos I don't see it!
I think that might be enough for today.
-Thank you for your time.
-Was that OK?
-OK. I'm sorry.
Yo, what's up?
How do you know that?
I had nothing to do with this.
I never laid a finger on him.
I didn't know this happened, Susan!
-I can't believe it happened.
-Fucking what is going on, Frankie?!
-I don't know.
-I don't know! I think I'm getting set up!
-Did you fucking take him home?!
-Yes, I dropped him in Pomona!
Where?! What street?!
-At his fucking house?!
-I don't know, OK?! I dropped him off in Pomona!
You better get yourself a good lawyer.
You can't come in here, man. Get the fuck outta here.
-I'm in trouble, Pick.
-Yeah, and with my mom's car! Why'd you do it?!
-Do you have any idea the shit I've been through for this?
I'm fucked, Pick!
-You gotta help me, man. Can you just give me your car?
-No! Fuck that!
-Can you give me a ride outta town?
-No! Get the fuck outta here!
-Where do you want me to go?!
-That's your problem.
Man, let me use your phone. I gotta call Johnny. Please. Please!
Look, man, I love you but you're on your own.
Hands behind your head or I'll blow your fucking head off!
I'm not fucking with you, asshole! Get down on the ground now!
-I can't believe it. They got Tiko, too?
-Tiko, Elvis, Nuts, 911.
-They got everybody.
What the fuck do you think, baby? That kid turned up dead.
-Hey, the Captain and Tennille! What can I do for you guys?
Er, I'd like to trade that for that.
-You wanna trade this car for that car?
-All right. Let's go get you a loan app.
-We don't need to do that.
You wanna fuck?
-No? Your dick's not even hard.
-It's getting there.
-Yeah, it's getting there.
-It's like a piece of bubble gum.
-Then do something about it, bitch.
-Sorry? Yeah, you're a sorry little bitch who can't even fuck!
Excuse me for being a little distracted, all right?!
Gimme a break!
-I've got a lot on my mind!
-Well, do you wanna play cards?! Cuddle?!
-Can't we just...
-No, fuck that shit!
-I wanna fuck!
-Hey, suck my dick!
-I tried that, it didn't work.
You're a fucking bitch.
-Shut the fuck up.
-You know that? You're a fucking cunt.
-Where's my fucking shoe?
-I don't know.
Oh, OK! All right. Fucking truce. Do you want one of mine?
Fuck you. I'm taking a walk.
'Yeah, it was unbelievable.'
I hadn't seen Johnny since junior high.
I mean, what a coincidence, right? I look up and he's right there.
INTERVIEWER: Did he tell you what happened?
He told me that some friends of his had done some bad shit
and that he was goin' down for it. He said he was in big trouble
and he needed help to get out of the country.
-And you agreed to drive him, just like that?
He's my boy. He was stuck.
All right. Go on.
So we go up I-25, right?
And this guy is acting fucking weird, dude,
talking about God and forgiveness, all kinds of crazy shit.
So we get to the border crossing, and he starts flipping out.
I'm like, "Dude, fucking calm down, bro. We'll pull over,
"you'll get in the trunk. It's all good." He's like, "No, they know!
"I'm serious! I'm fucked!" He was going out of his mind.
So we turn around, we turn around again. Now he wants to go to Mexico.
So we go all the way back down, we're driving back down.
We get to Cheyenne. He changes his mind again!
I'm like, "All right, dude, that's it. I can't do this forever.
"Where the fuck do you wanna go?"
-Be right back.
Hey, I mean it, all right, five minutes.
All right. I'll wait for you.
INTERVIEWER: It's been four years since your son's escape
and you know what? I think you helped him.
I think you know exactly where he is.
There it is, the million dollar question.
What you, the cops, the DA, the feds, what everybody wants to know.
Somebody helped him get out of the country.
Somebody's sending him money.
I do not know where my son is and if I knew, you think I'd tell you?
I think he's lost.
-The day he dropped him off at my house,
I reached into the fridge to get a sandwich,
turned around, he was gone.
-I'm telling you, he's lost.
I think he's right. I mean, I ain't seen him.
He ain't here. He must be lost.
Now get the fuck outta my house.
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