We're all a little goofy here.
You'd rather be with us, wouldn't you?
Absolutely, sir.
Good answer.
Have a seat.
Said you were bilingual on your app.
They want to test your Spanish.
We can get that going if you got time.
Yes. Sure.
Who's "they"?
Your fans upstairs.
Fans upstairs? Who?
This is some shit above my pay grade,
but some very important people have an eye on you, Jim.
Westside Realty Management.
How may I direct your call?
Please hold.
Okay, Mike...
Alonzo?
Oh, shit. Joe?!
Damn...! What's up, dog?
- Mikey, look at you. - What are you doing here, dude?
Mikey, man, check you out.
What the fuck you doing here?
Fucking grew up. I work here.
- Get out of here. - Yeah.
Dude, you got to come on up.
Yeah, I'll show you the office.
Fuck, you're gonna trip, man,
I can see the ocean and everything.
Check you out, fucking ocean view and all that.
You're wearing a suit now.
- Got your hair cut. - Hey, watch out, baby.
Yeah. Tag no more, huh?
No, man.
Dude, what's up with your brother, Pedro?
Oh, man, he's in Iraq. He's in a forward unit.
Get the fuck out of here. Yeah.
Fuckin' Mexicans.
Bye, sweetie.
Thank you, sir. I need me some of this, man.
I've been taking piss all day.
Dude!
What?
You're not going to
- fucking believe this. - What?
- I had an interview today. - Yeah?
- Remember Crazy Joe? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Dude stomped that guy's face in at Taco Land
for grabbing his chick's ass.
Homeboy got his shit together, man.
Went to UCLA.
Works at this office up in Century City.
I got the hookup, dog.
- 12 an hour. - Hoo-hoo!
- That's a lot of lettuce. - That's right.
And in three months, I get benefits.
Damn! Benefits?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - Shit!
Yeah!
It's not for sure yet, though, dude.
I still got to meet the owner, right.
But he says I'm straight.
It's all good, you know.
You're in. Dude...
I'm in. Oh, shit.
Yeah... What happened?
They want my ass, man. Going back tomorrow
for a polygraph test.
If I pass that, they'll send me to Georgia next week.
Oh...! Damn! It's like that?!
What's up, lawman?
Whoo-hoo!
How you gonna pass a lie detector test,
- you lying motherfucker? - Aw, easy, man.
After every question, you just fucking squeeze
like you're taking a dump, you know, man.
- It throws the machine off. Ooh! - Oh, dog.
You're gonna shit your pants like that, bro.
Fuck, I think I just did.
All right, Jim,
I'm going to ask you some control questions
before we get to the good stuff.
They can be answered just "yes" or "no."
Just relax and respond naturally.
Are you ready?
Yes, sir.
You can just answer "yes" or "no."
"Is your name Jim Luther Davis?"
Yes.
"Do you live in Los Angeles?"
Yes.
"Are you 26 years old?"
Yes.
"Are you married?"
No.
"Are you wearing shoes?"
Yes.
"Have you ever smoked marijuana?"
Yes.
"Aside from the occasion you mentioned in your application?"
No.
Jim, knock it off.
What, sir?
Son, I've been doing polygraph examinations
since you were swimming in your daddy's balls.
So I know all the tricks.
You've either got a tack in your shoe
or you're clinching your butt.
I've got spikes all over this thing.
If you do it again,
I'm going to void this test
and report that you were uncooperative.
Do you understand?
Yes, sir.
Walk with me.
We've got a problem, Jim.
With what?
With your candor.
Come in.
He's here, sir.
Bring him in.
Jim, this is Mr. Hollenbeck, our regional director.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
Have a seat.
Mr. Gillespie.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
Jim, uh...
you're an exemplary candidate
with valuable operational experience.
You've cleared the psych and physical hurdles.
Your credit's good, you've kept your nose clean,
you've got the Spanish.
You clearance is still valid.
Everybody we talked to for background
had only great things to say about you.
And then you scored a negative-five on the polygraph.
That's indicative of deception.
We were wondering why
until we got the results of urinalysis.
We detected THC metabolites in the urine, Jim.
Levels were just below the positive threshold,
but there was a presence.
Do you have a drug problem, Mr. Davis?
I don't have a drug problem, sir.
I made a very stupid mistake.
Would you care to tell us the circumstances
of your stupid mistake?
I was at a party...
and someone offered me a joint.
I was pretty angry about not getting into
the LAPD, so I was feeling rebellious and, uh...
...I inhaled.
Someone considering a career in law enforcement
would be well advised to exercise
a little more discipline.
Yes, sir.
I'm on the fence, Doug.
It's your call.
Mr. Davis, I'm in charge of several programs.
Yes, sir?
Had a nice chat with your old commanding officer.
Good.
Recognize these guys?
Huh? Yeah,
they're your buddies.
Your old Hajji buddies.
You should work in a deli how you sliced these guys up.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I ruin your lunch?
You went through those sons of bitches
like butter.
I took my objective
and did what was necessary
to obtain information vital to national security
that saved American lives.
Whacked them all, huh, Jim?
My C.O. told me not to leave anything breathing.
- I do what I'm told. - Relax, son.
You were getting paid to fuck people up.
You know we're beefing up our anti-narcotics programs
in Latin America.
Yes, sir.
I had heard some things on the grapevine.
I want you on my team.
I need someone who can get things done
on my task force in Colombia.
Sir...
I listed Los Angeles and San Diego on my dream sheet.
No slots in southern California?
No, Jim.
I got Colombia.
That's what I have for you.
If it's not what you want,
thank you for your time.
You can hit the door.
What exactly would I be doing?
Running and gunning in the jungle?
Mr. Davis, this is the deal.
You'll be riding shotgun with the locals
as interpreter-advisor on sharp end operations.
You'll be in some very hot areas.
How hot?
We talking trigger time?
Sure, if you want.
Well, who exactly would I be working for?
The U.S. government, Jim.
I want you in Glynco, Georgia next week.
You make it through in one piece,
you'll be working Colombia's finest by the summer.
It's just that...
I'm supposed to get married, sir.
Maybe now is not the time to start a family.
We've been together a long time.
I'm serious about marrying her.
Foreign bride could jeopardize your security clearance.
Jim, don't shack up with some Mexican.
Colombian broads are smoking hot and knee deep.
You get a per diem and a driver.
You'll live like a fucking king down there.
Yes, sir, I understand.
You take some time,
think about what you want to do.
This is a serious commitment.
I want the opportunity, sir.
I want on board.
Welcome aboard.
I'm taking a big chance on you.
Thank you, sir.
This is the career I've dreamed of.
These are your orders,
orientation material and travel money.
Report to FLETC before the end of working hours Wednesday.
Thank you, sir.
God.
Sorry, dog.
I got the job.
Oh, shit.
Yeah?
Me, too.
- When do you start? - Monday.
When do you start?
Wednesday.
Big Jim, back on the man's payroll.
Got the W-2
and the employee handbook as proof of employment.
I will be back in the arms of my woman tonight.
Good.
Hey, we got to celebrate this shit.
Salud.
Oh, shit.
Fuzz.
They're on my ass, dog.
And my license is suspended.
Yeah, maybe he's after someone else.
Shit. Fucking shit, man.
He's pointing right at me.
And we got the open beers.
Fuck the beers, the guns.
Shoot the fucker.
Car's in my name. We're fucked.
Shit. Right when shit was starting to go good, dude,
I'm going to jail.
Damn it, I'm going to jail.
I can dump these guys.
Rip the video from their trunk.
Let's see them hands.
Let's see your hands
on the fucking dash!
Grab the sky or I'll blow your fucking heads off.
Blink and die, scumbags.
Oh.
Look who it is, dude.
It's all right, I know these guys.
You fucking asshole.
You're such a prick. You scared the fuck out of me.
What's up, homie?
- What's up, fool? - What's up, man.
I almost shot you, jerk.
That shit wasn't fucking funny, Leo.
Yeah, it was hilarious.
You guys getting fucked up?
Of course, dog, it's Friday.
Well, Boot, you in the Academy yet?
Fuck no.
Fuck the LAPD.
It's local small-time bullshit.
I'm going with the feds.
How'd you get that hook-up, dog?
You know, me, got my connects, you know.
Going to FLETC on Wednesday.
Hey, see you can get me in there.
Yeah, I'll look into that.
How's Sylvia?
None of your concern, ass wipe.
Say hi to her for me, no?
No.
This vato's all protective of his female.
Check this out.
Nice, huh?
It's a nine? Uh-huh.
Sorry, dog, I got a lot of nines.
Come on, dude, it's a bad-ass Ruger.
Talk to Toussaint. He'll buy that shit.
Toussaint, he's... he's in Florida.
He's back. He called me today.
Page me tonight, bro.
We'll hit the clubs and tear up some fine hinas.
Later. Sure, dog.
I'm on the City's time.
You guys be cool.
Okay?
That fuck-- he put a scare in me.
Yeah, me, too.
He's a dick.
Want to party with him?
See if this motherfucker's home, dude.
Toussaint? Toussaint?!
Yo, Toussaint?
Yeah, come on, man.
Can't go far in that little fucking place of yours.
Goddammit, I'm coming.
Chill out.
Washing that dirty ass.
Damn it.
Group love. Group... Come on.
Group love, boys.
Welcome back, hometown.
Hey, I missed you crazy fuckers, man.
Leo told us you were back.
Thanks for calling asshole.
You a cop?
Uh-uh. Going federal.
Man, craziest head I know
is going
to be a fed.
Yes, sir! Sir.
Still sponging off your woman?
Fuck you, dog. I got a job.
This motherfucker.
Look, dude.
This is bad.
It's yours for three big ones, dog.
Fuck yeah, I want it.
What's up? What's up?
Huh?
What the fuck you say now, huh?
Hey. Huh?
Bam, bam, bam.
Motherfucker, I'm strapped.
What the fuck is up now, huh?
Whoo-ooh!
Whoa, whoa.
Your kneecap and shit.
Step up and get blasted.
Shit, man, what the fuck is up now?
Hey, kick back, gunslinger.
It's loaded.
That shit goes through walls.
You pop the neighbor's little kids.
Uh-oh.
Ooh.
Fuck, dude.
Whoa, I'm straight, bro.
Yo, guys, we got to party tonight, you know?
Go clubbin' or something.
I got a better idea.
What?
Here, sir.
Let's go to Mexico.
Mexico?!
- Yeah. - I'm in.
Only fags like that...
Because you're a little faggot.
I don't get it, too much fucking hills.
Right, right.
Dude, yo, dude, stay back boy, stay back.
Motherfucker's got to ask permission.
Fuck you, all right?
Let me tell you something.
I am a grown motherfucking man, all right?
I'm going to tell her the good news,
make up, grab my shit and we are out.
Lines, lines, and more lines.
For many passengers traveling through LAX,
the waiting has become unbearable.
It's hit or miss, you can't predict it...
Excuse me, you're not made out of glass.
I'm made out of me.
You're drunk.
I'm celebrating, baby.
What, another wasted day?
Here.
...security since 9-11, but that's true everywhere.
...and still a recent study shows the wait at LAX
is the third longest in the world...
This is a good company.
They make all the new condos downtown.
How much?
$12 an hour.
Plus their MIS guy
is leaving in three months.
I'm going to update my certifications
and take his job over.
Then I'll make bank.
Such an asshole.
What? Why? This shit is real.
This is a great job, the pay is outstanding
and it's a great opportunity for me to do what I want to do.
I know.
It's so... it's so Mike, you know.
You can't just go out and get a shitty job.
You gotta... you gotta get a...
A dream job?
Yeah, a dream job.
Well, why shouldn't your dream guy have a dream job?
...the ambitious plans of many opponents
on the County Board of Supervisors...
Come here, I have a job for you.
What the fuck is taking so long?
I knew this shit would happen.
She hates my ass.
She's not going to let him go.
Go knock.
Dude, go knock.
Bro, drag his fucking ass out of there.
Yo, Miguel.
Hey.
Mike, hurry up.
Hey.
Yo, what the fuck are you doing?
Come on, dude.
Dog, I'm tearin' it up, man.
I'm hittin' it, bro. It's been a few days.
You guys just go ahead, man. I'm gonna chill.
What?
I'm just gonna kick it here with the woman.
You said you'd go, man.
Your woman's in your head.
That's wrong.
She's got your nuts, bro.
Dog, dog...
Sylvia's all happy 'cause I got a job, all right, dude?
She wants us to fuckin' chill together.
Man, that girl put the zap on your head.
This is our last chance to hang.
- You're like my brother. - Yeah.
You're all I got. You're gonna dog me like that?
I ain't no fucking do...
How are you, baby?
Hey, Sylvia, he's going to Mexico.
No, he isn't, Jim. Yes, he is.
I'm joining the feds. I'm gone, I'm out of here next week.
The least you can do
is let my best friend
see me off.
Baby, it's not safe.
All you're going to do is drink.
Aw, fuck, man.
Mike, come on.
Come on, fuck, man!
Come on, you promised.
You promised, man.
Yo... I promised, Sylvia, okay?
Mike, you're not going to Mexico.
What?
You're not going.
I'm not your fucking puppet, Sylvia.
All right, you know what, do what you want.
But I'm not going to be here when you get back.
That's fucked up.
Why you got to lay that bullshit on him?
Because I don't want him going with you, Jim.
You're fucking nuts.
You're crazy and you're dangerous,
and my biggest nightmare is you with a fucking badge.
You're the last person who should have one.
Yeah? Yeah.
That's not bullshit, it's the truth.
Fuck this!
Whoa, wait.
Whatever, man.
Fuckin' thanks, homie!
Yeah, laters.
Bye.
Yo, yo.
I'm going.
I gotta go.
Get the fuck out of here, go!
Go!
Fuck this shit, man.
Good night, Sylvia.
Kiss my ass, Jim.
Oh, any time, sellout.
Oh, you going to be happy once he's dead? Huh?
Hey, Toussaint.
I heard the battle, man.
Yo, your lady didn't want you going, huh?
No, but I'm going.
- Hell, yeah. - Shit.
- I'm a motherfucking man. - That's right.
Shit. I walk the Earth at will.
- Damn right. - I do whatever the fuck I want.
You know, we're men, right?
- We're men, right? - That's right.
That's what we do, right?
Amen. And don't worry--
home girl will be right there waiting when you get back.
You're right. You're right.
She wouldn't play that shit like that.
Shit, I got a fucking job for real.
You did.
Plus you're my homie, dog. You're my homie.
You're going to go fucking do your thing
- and this is it. - No, shit, dude.
Yo, we're all dogs.
I got you guys back, man.
No doubt, no doubt.
It's just going to be fucking cool, yo.
I got a job, you got a job.
Shit, I got some bud.
- We got some smokes. - We got some
- motherfucking money. - We are on a mission.
Let's get our heads together so we can achieve our objective
in a timely manner.
Let's get deployed, people.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Rise and fucking shine.
Come on, ladies. Chow time.
Chow's getting cold.
- Oh, what the fuck, Jim? - Chill, dude.
Dude, where are we?
Family, man.
Damn! It's a shizzack...
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's a home, all right?
Respect, bro.
Straighten up, fellas.
My old lady, Marta.
Hola.
Mike. Hola, mucho gusto.
Hola, Mike. Toussaint.
Hola. Hola. Hola.
Hola. Marisa.
Buenos dias. Mi mama.
Mucho gusto. Marta's mom.
Buenos dias.
Vicki. Vicki.
La prima, esa es mi prima.
Mucho gusto.
Mucho gusto. Mike. Vicki.
Toussaint.
Vicki.
Okay.
Hey, grab yourselves a rock.
Sí, por favor, sientense.
Vicki?
¿Café, quieren café?
Sí, café, por favor. Vicki, andale.
Tranquila, baby.
¡Mama!
Yeah, w-what's she saying, dude?
Oh, they... they think you're cool.
Oh, sweet.
Aquí tienes. Gracias.
- Caliente. - Thank you.
Dude...
Marta's fine as fuck, bro.
Hey, hey, hey...
I'm just saying, dude. You need to marry her, bro.
If you don't, you're a fool.
¿Que dice?
Oh...
Oh, that shit's good, man.
No shit, you know they got that good fucking weed from here.
That's what I want. Some of that good shit.
You know where some fields are or something, Jim?
Yeah, that's not... I want to see, like, where they grow it.
You know, and then maybe
they'll let us go out and, like, pick some.
You know, pick some of that really good weed.
Shit.
Toussaint?
This is nice.
This is beautiful, man.
Dog, you see this?
Here.
Mmm...
Beautiful...
Man!
Mmm!
When the hell'd you get all the pistos, dog?
Mexico, man.
It's magic.
He bleed?
Like a stuffed pig.
How'd Letty know you were tearing up her sister?
That fuckin' bitch Patti, right?
- Ah... - I took her to dinner.
Took her for a cruise up to Malibu, you know?
Got up all in it. Back of my ride...
Pounded that fish, man.
Good fuckin' fish.
I figured the crazy broad
pulled out some hairs and pubes
and stashed it in the seat, you know?
Oh, dude, you got to watch that shit, man.
Chicks get treacherous.
Yeah, no shit. Sibling rivalry, Jim.
Next day,
I'm driving around with Letty all kick back and shit,
and she radars in on this rat's nest, man.
Pulls out these long-ass hairs, she's like "What are these?"
"Whose are these?"
She sees all the pubes mixed in, man... fuckin' busted.
Busted! Busted!
Oh!
Dude, how'd she know they were her sister's?
Oh, come on, dude.
Mexican chick voodoo, right, Mike?
You know, live and learn.
Yep, next time you'll be all up in your ride
with the Super Vac, dude. Treachery!
Yep, treachery.
Um...
shouldn't we be
helping them?
You know how to hand wash?
- No. - Then don't sweat it.
Yeah, we're men.
They know we don't do that shit.
That's right.
We're men.
Oh, yeah!
This is paradise, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Yo, Mike?
Yeah?
They're sending me to Colombia.
Colombia.
Who, the man?
Yep.
They're tearing shit up down there, they need my help.
Doing what?
Busting up drug labs and drug lords
- and all that shit. - You got it.
Gonna be an advisor, you know-- shoot him, him and him.
Then it's back to the barracks for bitches and beer.
I'm set.
Why do you want to do that shit, dude?
I mean...
what about Marta, you know?
I mean...
Ain't gonna happen.
They told me not to get married.
That's messed.
They really told you that?
Not straight up, but I heard 'em.
Yo, if the feds won't let you hook up with your old lady,
you need to tell them to fuck off.
Yeah, I mean,
you love her, she loves you, right?
Dude, you need to move down here, marry Marta,
you know, get a good-ass job
working with fucking tourists or something.
Fuck that.
Taking bucket baths in cold-ass water?
You know, wading around in ankle-deep mud?
Outhouses, man!
Fuckin' outhouses!
You told Marta yet?
You love this place.
It's in your eyes, man.
Dude, this is what it's all about.
You got a woman that loves you and a place to stay.
You'd be happy here, and you know it.
Yeah, well, shacking up with Marta,
squeezing out some puppies, has its appeal, but...
this is my career.
I got one shot.
You're making a mistake.
You should stay right here with your lady.
What the fuck you gonna do
in Colombia?
Whack people,
program shit.
You ain't down, fuck you.
Bring in my gunships
and smoke your little jungle hideaway. You know?
I mean, I'm a solider of the apocalypse, man.
I'll be in a chopper,
door-gunning villagers and shit. Fuck 'em.
Kill the chickens and dogs, too, man.
I don't give a fuck.
Shh, shh...
Yeah.
Doce años.
- Doce años. - Doce años...
Doce... we've been together that long.
Es muy bonita.
Man, you're bring sand to the beach, dumb ass.
- Cover that shit up. - Jim, dude!
Huh?
How you say, um, "You're beautiful" in Spanish?
Huh? "Bonita." Bonita.
Come on, you don't know that shit, Toussaint?
Tu... bonita.
Gracias.
Hey, baby, see my new one?
- Right, did I get it? - Huh?
Think I got it?
Yeah, she got the point.
Yo, Mike, that chick digs you.
What chick?
Oh, she's good, dog.
Yeah, name's Lila.
She's a freak. She'll fuck you, dude.
She's a freak, huh?
How you know? You fuck her?
No, out of respect for Marta.
Not that I don't want... Hey, baby.
Ask her to dance.
I'm not cheating on Sylvia, dude.
There's a big gap between dancing and fucking, man.
Go explore it.
No shit.
Whoo!
No.
You're fucking nuts.
You fucked up, woman.
I'll do it.
It's easy.
Jim!
What's up, man, huh?
Where's Toussaint?
He's dancing.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- You gonna get back
to the party? - Yeah.
Let's get back to the party, man.
- Yeah. - Hey, uh, go,
go tell Toussaint that
we're gonna get the fuck out of here, man.
Just go into the party, tell him we're gonna go.
We're leaving, huh?
Yeah, yeah, we're gonna leave.
Let's go, yeah?
Yeah, let's go.
Go ahead, go get Toussaint, man.
Go get him.
Hey, we're going.
Come on.
Fuck you, dude.
I'm having a great time, bro.
Then walk back to L.A., motherfucker.
You're in the car or not.
He's fucking crazy, man. What the fuck!
All right, let's go, man.
Hey, yo, what the fuck is your problem, psycho?!
Hey, hey, homeboy's losing it, all right?
Shut the fuck up and just get in the car, all right?
Fucking bullshit!
Fucked up!
Dude, dude... dude, slow down.
Fuck, man.
Whoo, yeah, man.
Slow down, you crazy motherfucker!
I want a cop to pull me over.
Treachery.
Fucking treachery.
Jim, slow down!
Shut up!
Fuck, dude.
Only female I trust.
Fuck you, God!
You ain't got the fucking balls to take my ass.
Jim, don't say that shit, dude.
Jim!
Dude, you are getting out of control, okay?
You need psychiatric help, man.
You're seriously fucked up, dude.
All right, you need to sue the military or something.
You used to be mellow.
Later, homie.
'Night, dog.
Laters.
Dude, I ain't hanging around you anymore
until you get some fucking help.
You can 12-step off, bitch.
You're dismissed.
He's right, dude.
Yeah.
Georgia will get me squared away.
Hope so.
What was that shit with Marta, dude?
I don't know why that happened.
But I'm cool. I'm cool now.
Okay?
Yeah.
I'm cool.
Look, dude, she told me she was pregnant.
I had a panic attack.
I pulled my gun.
Come on, dog,
I thought you loved her, dude.
I do.
God, fuck.
Come on, man, let's go drop off that bud.
What bud?
There's 20 kilos in the trunk.
Say that again?
There's 20 kilos in the trunk, man.
- Of weed? - Yeah.
Get the fuck out of here, man.
I picked it up at the party.
I'm dropping it at Casper's.
Casper's?
I get three Gs.
We get three Gs.
You drove it across the border?
Yeah.
What if they would've caught us?
Couldn't happen, man.
My shit is on fire right now, man.
My shit is wired right now, man.
You risked my ass without telling me?
That's not cool, man. For three fucking Gs?
That's... that's a good rate for transporting that.
Shit, if I'd told you,
you would have gotten
all fucking hinkey at the border, man, gotten us nabbed.
I wouldn't have been in the fucking car, dude!
I would've been on motherfucking Greyhound.
That's a serious breach of the homie code, man,
not fuckin' telling me.
I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry, you know.
I should've had... I should've got you guys,
you know, walk across the border.
I could've met you somewhere.
But, you know, I got bills, I got shit.
I gotta put my shit in storage.
I gotta get gas out to Georgia.
Oh, fuck your money woes, dog!
I am not catching a fuckin' case for you.
Let me out of the fucking car right now.
Fuck, man. Come on, man, let's drop this shit off.
Let's get paid!
Let me out right here.
Mi-Mi-Mi-Mike! Listen, listen!
Let me out right here, right now!
You will feel so much better with a fistful of twenties.
Huh?
Dude, we're drunk,
and we got a trunk full of fuckin' weed, dude, I am not...
Okay, fuckin', Mike, don't bitch out on me!
Don't fucking bitch out on me!
I am still on probation, dick head.
Let me out now!
Let me out right here right fuckin' now, dude!
Let me get paid, will you?
Will you fuckin' let me get paid?!
Oh, yo, get paid, man.
Fuckin' go for it, all right?
Just let me get the fuck out. I don't give a fuck, dude.
What the fuck are you doing, man?
What the fuck are you doing, Jim?
What the fuck? What the fuck?
Fuck you!
Fuck, I'm sorry, dude,
I'm sorry, dude.
Okay? I'm sorry.
Why the fuck did you put a gun to my head?
Huh?
You gonna shoot me?
No, man. I'm sorry. I was trippin'.
I'd never...
I'd never put a fuckin' gun to your head, dude
I know.
I know you wouldn't, man. I'm sorry.
First your lady, now me, man. What the fuck is up?
I'm not thinking.
I got too much shit going on.
Oh, fuck, I'm just faded, man, that's all.
I'm just fuckin' fade right now, okay?
I'll cruise you by your pad.
I'll drop you off, man.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. You're a fuck-up.
I'm going with you so you don't fuck this shit up, too.
We'll go to Casper's... get the money.
Yeah.
Then you can drop me off home,
you can go to Georgia fed out and be the fuckin' man.
Yeah, I'm gonna be the fucking man.
I can drop you off, you know.
Take you up the hill.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No.
Keep on going.
Looks sketchy.
I don't know.
Ho, what, you gonna shoot their pigeons?
Yeah.
Just hurry up.
Yo, Casper!
Buenos noches, señor.
¿Tiene losé cosatles?
Go pop the trunk, dude.
Con permiso.
What's up, Casper?
What up, Jim?
What's crackin', man.
Is that you, Mike?
Whassup, homes?
Yo, Casper. What up, dog?
Nothing, homey. How you been?
Still with Sylvia?
Hope so.
Gonna find out tonight.
So whassup with your brother, dog?
Fernie?
Got blasted by the hulas awhile back, ese.
Damn.
Sorry to hear that, dog.
You play, you pay.
He knew what time it was.
Right.
Hey, we gotta bounce.
You got the money?
Yeah, just let me check the shit, okay?
Yo, bring the feria, homey!
How's your old lady?
Eh... bitch finally graduated, yo.
Oh, fuck it!
Yeah, now she can support my ass, eh?
I got all the feria right here, dog.
It's all rolled up and shit.
You know what I mean?
Ready to go, dog. Check this out, homes.
Ah, hell, nah!
Yo, hold up, dog. Don't trip.
I know these fools. They're with me, ese.
These are the fools that jacked me, man!
Fuck these motherfuckers! I'm shooting both of 'em!
At least give the homeboy a pass right here, dog.
Yeah, yeah, let him bounce.
I don't give a fuck.
I want this white boy in a box, though.
Hey, you in the ride.
I ever see you again, ese, you best be
getting your last supper, 'cause you're a dead man.
Hey, just get the fuck outta here, Mike.
Take off, homey.
I'll be cool.
What the fuck?
Don't trip, ese. I'm cool.
Chill, dog! Chill, dog!
I got three kids...
Oh, no, please, sir! Please!
- No, no, no, no, no! - Jim, no!
Please, please.
Why the fuck did you do that?
Pull the door!
Oh, my God, Jim!
I'm hit bad.
What have we done?
I can't move my arm... and I can't feel my legs!
I can't move shit.
I'm fucked up. I'm fucked up.
Okay...
Don't trip...
Don't trip, dog.
County Hospital's right there.
No! No! No! County Hospital...
Don't you dare take me there!
Don't you dare!
I'm not going out like that.
No, we're going. No, no...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, we're going.
No medical treatment. No medical treatment.
But, but...
Mike, Mike...
You gotta kill me. You gotta kill me.
Why? Why?
I fucked up.
Everything's shitty.
No, no...
Mercy kill me.
Ah... ah, please, mercy kill me.
Ah, oh, no, dude.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, everything's gonna be fine.
Jim, shh-shh, shh-shh, shh-shh, shh-shh.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Take a look at me, you dumb fuck!
Everything's gonna be fine?!
Come on...
You take my piece...
and you put it to my fuckin' head...
and you pull the trigger.
You fuckin' step up...
No...
...and you do it.
No.
'Cause I can't.
Don't be a fuckin' pussy.
Oh, my God...
Don't think about it.
Huh?
Do it.
Please.
Just kill you and bail?
Yeah.
Just take off.
And don't look back...
or you'll...
or you'll turn into a pillar of salt.
Hey... Hey...
you wanted to know what it was like to kill someone.
What's up, huh?
No one's gonna know.
Hmm?
Just you...
and just me.
And God.
No fuckin' way.
- Huh? - No fuckin' way.
You're crazy; I'm not shootin' you, dog.
It's mercy, dog.
It's mercy.
I deserve that.
I'd do it for you.
Yeah.
Take it.
Yeah, yeah.
JIM Yeah, yeah... yeah...
D-Don't, don't think about it.
Don't think about it.
Yeah, yeah...
Ah, yeah.
Yeah.
Ah... ah...
You did this to yourself, you stupid fuck!
You're always doing stupid shit!
- I gotta fuckin' fix it! - Okay, okay.
Is that what you fuckin' want?!
- Yes. - Huh?
You want me to fuckin' fix your head,
- once and for all?! - Come on, it's easy.
It's easy. No! Bullshit!
Bullshit! Not for me!
I love you, fuckin' shit bag.
I love you, too.
I'm gonna miss you, brother.
I'm sorry.
- Everything's gonna be okay. - Yeah.
Yeah.
I know.