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Cool, man.

I'm not even tripping off that.

It's the whole setup they
got going down there.

Nightclubs do
whatever they want.

Man, we were waiting in
that line for like an hour.

They just kept
grabbing random THOTs

and pulling them to
the front of the line

like we don't even exist.

OK.

So if you're running
a club, are you

gonna have all the ugly, sweaty
dudes making all of the girls

uncomfortable?

Or are you gonna have
the most beautiful women

picked from the line,
packed in one room?

You're right.

Yeah.

It's all about the ratio, man.

You're right.

You're right.

It's just, I hate feeling like
I'm at the bottom of the totem

pole, you know?

You're a trip, man.

I'm never standing
in that line again.

Dude, no way, man.

The new professor's
gonna be pissed.

We need a film with
some substance.

I'm not a film major so that
I can make practical films.

I make films so that I
can tell stories, OK?

So let's focus on
the action first,

and then we can bring in
the swordsman, all right?

Open on a knight
riding in, decked out

in a suit of glowing
silver armor, eh?

And then on his horse, he's
waving his country's flag.

OK, Tarantino, so where
we gonna get a horse?

I've got some hillbilly
cousins out east.

Oh, cool, cool.

OK.

What about, um, the glowing
armor and the waving flag?

You know, I go to the movies
to see something extraordinary,

not some shit that
I could do at home.

Well, maybe if your broke ass
made some extraordinary money,

then maybe we could fund
some of your bullshit ideas.

I've already figured
out a way for us

to make some cash this summer.

Now, that's what I want to hear.

So there's this big
party coming up.

Dude, no, no, no, no.

Hell no.

I told you, I'm not
gonna be a stripper.

Not the stripper
idea this time, OK?

Your nipples are way
too small, anyway.

They're like Raisinets.

It would never work.

It wouldn't work.

Yo, stop talking
about my nipples.

I shot the-- the host of
the party a DM, though,

and he's totally down
for us to film it.

Shit.

How much?

$100.

That's it?

That's $100 more than we
have right now, isn't it?

Look, aren't your
parents paying your rent?

No.

Actually, student loans are.

See, this is why we
need this money, OK?

This could lead to more
parties and more money.

What kind of parties?

House party?

I'm the life of the party,
taking shots of Bacardi.

Shawty acting naughty.

Jello shots off her body.

Life of the party,
taking shots of Bacardi.

Shawty acting naughty.

Jello shots off her body.

Shawty acting naughty.

Jello shots off her body.

The life of the party.

I'm the life of the party.

Life of the party.

I'm the life of the party.

So how'd you feel about
that jello wrestling?

Oh my god, that was amazing.

You should have been there.

Yes, you watching this video,
you should have been there.

It was epic.

It was epic.

It was epic.

Were you there?

I was there.

He was there, ladies
and gentlemen.

He was there.

Cut.

Yo, we
can't post this.

What?

We can't post this!

I don't think you realize
what this is gonna do for us.

Yeah, I don't think you realize
what this could do to us.

You want more views and
followers on social media,

right?

This is how.

We have footage, Cody, of
a hundred misdemeanors.

Not everyone there was over 21.

I don't care.

Any press is good press.

This could put us on the
map as videographers, bro.

I don't think you realize
how much attention this is

gonna bring.

You know you want this.

Let me think.

More views, more money, more t--

Yeah, shut up.

Let me think.

Let me see the footage.

Do you remember the chick
with the jelly beans, man?

She, like-- I don't know
how she got that whole bag--

I got it.

You got it?

I got it.

I'll blur their faces.

Their identities are safe.

Our asses are covered.

Full recognition.

Yo, but, uh, let me
talk to Kay first.

What?

I want to talk to Kay first.

Aren't y'all on a break?

And?

We already filmed the video.

How is that even gonna go?

You know?

What are you gonna say?

"Uh, look, Kay, I
know we're on a break,

but I filmed this party
video with a bunch

of drunk hot chicks.

And I'm wondering if
it's OK if I post it."

I'll handle it.

I got Kay wrapped
around my finger.

It's nothing.

Kay, I just filmed this party,
and there was a whole bunch

of girls that were half naked.

There was a lot of drinking.

There was fraternities,
sororities, all these people

there, and everyone
was having a good time.

And I just didn't--

I just--

Jay, it's fine.

It's fine.

Are you sure?

Because it was a wild party.

And you know I
didn't do anything.

I didn't do nothing.

I told them, look, I'm talking
to this girl right now.

I was just there to
work to make money--

Look, whatever it
is, you're single.

You can do whatever you want.

I just didn't want to mess up
anything between us, you know?

Jay, that's sweet of you.

It really is.

But when I said that I
needed a break, I meant it.

I'm trying to find out
who I am as a person.

I'm trying.

I'm trying to have fun.

I'm-- I'm going to these
parties and things, but it's--

I just want to be
here with you, Kay.

Jay, I--

Do you remember that time,
the first time you came over?

Like, we were just hanging
out, watching movies,

eating popcorn like we were
in middle school again?

We were so nervous, just
sitting there, hands shaking.

Kay, I think you need
more toilet paper.

Who's your friend?

Howdy.

Stop!

That's enough!

Would you stop screaming?

Man, shut up!

Get in the room.

We broke up for that?

That's who you put over me?

I don't know.

No.

No, you do know.

No, and I want to
hear it from you.

Not one of your
social media pages

or one of your Insta
model girlfriends--

Fine.

First of all, he was around.

I'm in school--

Let me finish!

First of all, he was around.

Second of all, he
has money to take

me places and show me things.

I want to go places, Jay.

I want to see things.

I want to go places and be seen.

Movies and chill?

It's fun for a little while.

Third, he has a real job,
not some unreachable dream.

So that's all I am to you, huh?

Broke guy with dreams.

It's sweet.

It really is.

We need more people
like you in the world.

But dreams don't
pay the rent, baby.

Did you sleep with him?

Jay.

Did you sleep with him?

I am sorry.

No, you're not.

Because if you're sorry,
you would have told me.

I was going to tell you.

When?

Before or after he was
done taking a shit?

Ohh.

Oh, god!

Bro, you just made me die!

I will burn your house down
with all of your children in it.

And I'll make--

I'll make your dog watch.

And then I'll adopt it.

I'm gonna cut your family up
in nice, delicious squares.

I will cook you into a
beautiful bolognese sauce with--

with some cheese and shit.

And oh, goddamn,
it will be so good.

It'll be so good in my belly!

I'll eat your life force, bitch.

Gordo presents.

Done.

You finished?

Dropped the video.

My boy.

Let's go.

Holy shit, a 72?

We went over this
like two days before.

What happened?

I don't know.

Were you in a bad mood?

No.

Did you try to cheat?

Off of who?

Are you still dating
that squatty douche bag,

third-string running back with
the "my stepdad put cigarettes

out on my arm"
busted pick-up truck?

Wow.

And no, it's not because of him.

Then what happened?

I just don't care anymore.

I already got into the school
I wanted, and I'm exhausted.

You haven't even
taken your SATs yet.

What school would even accept--

you picked a school
without even telling me?

Well, it's in Denver.

You're going all the
way out to Denver?

Because weed is legal?

Wait.

Have you tried week?

That's why I didn't tell you.

No, I haven't.

Potheads are just
cooler people, you know?

Oh my god.

The ones in my school are
nonjudgemental, free-thinking,

and pretty liberal.

Everyone else in my school is
closed-minded, pretentious,

and slightly racist.

You've seen them.

You know, if you'd
have used the word

pretentious on this shit
essay, you might've gotten a B.

Are you even listening?

Yeah, yeah.

All your friends are assholes.

They are.

So what?

That-- that's how you're gonna
decide your place in the world?

That's-- your big decision
comes off of that?

You can't judge the
whole world based off

of your little private school.

What else do I have to
judge the world off of?

Gah!

You know, I wish I
could just give you

everything I know
so you can just

skip past all the bullshit.

What's the fun in that?

I hate you.

Did I tell you
that I was thinking

about joining a sorority?

I quit.

Katie.

Yeah, it's not bad.

You just want to make sure
you don't restate the pro--

the thesis.

You--

Katie, I've been calling you.

Mom, I'm trying to study.

Did you empty the dishwasher?

Oops.

After we knock this out, I'll
make sure she takes care of it.

Thank you.

I'm glad you're in
town this summer.

No problem.

I'm just here because the
volunteer hours look good

on my resume.

Hey.

Pick up.

Pick up.

Pick up.

Jay, what's going on, man?

It's me.

It's DJ Tricky Fresh.

Pull the video.

We got an emergency.

Pull it.

Destroy it.

Delete it.

Whatever you gotta do.

Burn it.

Get back to me as soon as
you can, all right, man?

Pick up your phone.

Dude, 2,500 views
and still climbing.

Oh my g--

This is insane, bro.

I told you that this
would put us on the map.

Plus, if you get a
call, though, from--

from DJ Shitty Chest or
whatever his name is,

don't-- don't worry about it.

I'll handle it.

Oh, relax.

Their faces are blurred.

Everything is fine.

No!

That was a bullshit fix.

The cops busted the event.

They took a few people to jail.

They wrote tickets.

They knew that there
were minors drinking.

They are old enough to
make their own decisions.

So screw 'em.

It doesn't work that way, Cody.

We provided them with alcohol.

That's a class D misdemeanor
with a maximum sentence

of 364 days in jail and
$2 million in fines.

I don't know about you, but
I'm not trying to go to jail

and then have to get
jumped into a gang

that I had to join
to get protection.

And then have to shank some
Mexican to prove my worth.

I ain't even racist.

I love tacos.

Then, one day, when I'm
showering all alone by myself,

I have to get jumped
by the Mexican gang

that the guy I shanked was in.

And then I get passed around
like a Panama Blue City blunt!

What?

Uh, OK.

First, we didn't
provide any of that.

You did.

And second, I think
you watch too much TV.

Listen to the best.

I'm DJ Tricky Fresh.

Pull the damn video.

OK, fine.

Fine.

We'll pull the video.

I don't want to get in trouble.

We're not pulling the video.

What if this shit
falls back on us.

No, they already have the
ringleader, DJ Shitty Chest

or whatever.

And what would they even do?

What would they
even arrest us for?

Plus, the cops have more
important things to handle.

They'll gun down or
whatever it is they do.

Not all cops are bad.

And not all crimes are
worth following up on.

So let's just accept what's
fallen into our laps.

And what's that?

Attention, reputation,
and momentum.

People are already texting
me about our next event.

Too bad we lost
our only contact.

Well, I've been on the
phones all morning.

I found someone
who's interested.

Have you ever heard of the
bar called the Fuzzy Love?

No.

And I'm not working for a
place called the Fuzzy Love.

Ugh.

I'm looking for one video a week
for our Thursday night college

nights.

I really want it to
capture the environment.

Moldy walls and
the smell of piss?

Now, focus on the
girls the most.

You know, girls and drinks.

The younger the
girls, the better.

How much money are you
looking to get rid of?

Well, how much money
are you trying to make?

$300.

Eh, $150.

$275 and we'll throw in
some special effects.

Oh, $200.

Bullshit!

$250.

Look, man, it's
one video a week.

I know you can do that.

I can't do that.

You can't do that?

Can't do it.

Come on, Al.

Al, after all
we've been through.

Come on, buddy.

Come on.

Work with me here, man.

Look-- look, let's be honest.

All cards on the table,
all bullshit aside,

the reason you called
us here is because you

don't want to shell out
$1,000 to some filmmaker who

showed you his production reel
of slo-mo shots of the city

with sad-ass,
sappy music playing

in the background with his
non-accredited film degree

from some local ass college
while he runs his production

company out of his
mother's apartment.

All I'm asking for
is $250 a week.

And we'll have a turnaround
rate of 48 hours.

$225 a video, and I'll play
your videos through our TV

monitors in the club
throughout the week.

Eh?

Eh?

Deal.

All right!

See you animals next week.

And remember to put as many
girls in the videos as you can.

Girls and drinks.

Shawty acting naughty.

Jello shots off her body.

The life of the party.

I'm the life of the party.

Life of the party.

I'm the life of the party.

Go nuts!

You guys enjoying the party?

Yeah!

Yes!

It's awesome!

It's awesome.

You guys come out here a lot?

Yeah, all the time.

All the time.

Every Thursday night.

Jello wrestling is
going down tonight.

I hope you guys
are ready for this.

I want to see somebody
get slammed, personally.

I can't wait.

It's going down.

Taking shots of Ciroc
all around the clock.

A party ain't a party unless
my people in the spot.

Nigga power.

Nigga power.

Money falling from the ceiling.

Dude, don't you see how everyone
looks at us with that thing?

It makes us look like amateurs.

We are amateurs.

Yeah, but everybody
doesn't need to know that.

That thing sucks.

Watch it.

And don't talk about
Judith like that.

Judith?

Really?

Yeah, it fits.

That's the problem.

We need a camera that
says something like--

like Leonidas or something.

Yeah.

Or Apocalypse.

Exactly.

That way, we can
have more clients--

Or the Leviathan.

Yeah, that's perfect.

So we--

Or Mephistopheles.

Cody!

Sorry.

I smoked a little bit
right before we left.

We need the camera to be able
to do more of this and less

of this.

Ow.

OK.

We have more shutter
options, more light exposure,

lower aperture settings.

OK, fine.

Let's get that.

But can we do it tomorrow?

I got a chick that
needs my attention.

Yeah.

Ones, 10s, 20s, 50s, 100s.

Yeah.

Baby girl-- if you got some K,
then you better make it shake.

If you-- if you got some K,
then you better make it shake.

Hey, if you got some K, then
you better make it shake.

Little money in the bank bout
to make me break the bank.

If you got some K, then
you better make it shake.

If you-- if you got some K,
then you better make it shake.

Hey.

Stop being a little bitch.

Texas standoff.

Uh, what's that?

First person who takes three
shots and chugs a beer wins.

And all you have to
say is "Texas standoff"

to initiate the duel.

That's ridiculous.

Hm.

Is the stripper scared?

Uh, first of all, I
am a go-go dancer.

Second of all, which is not--

A go-go dancer?

You know those girls inside?

Uh-huh.

They get all dressed up,
and they go to the club,

and they dance for free?

I get paid to do it.

Damn.

I basically get paid
to work out at a club.

I got an idea.

Huh?

Mhm.

Whoever wins-- whoever
loses, I mean--

whoever loses has to strip
down to their underwear,

run around the
pool, and jump in.

Deal?

Deal.

Texas standoff.

Texas standoff.

You sold out, chasing money
anywhere, any time of day.

Blood on your hands
in the mirror--

No way.

Take it off.

Take it off.

Take it off.

Take it off.

Enjoy.

If you got some K, then
you better make it shake.

If you-- if you got some K,
then you better make it shake.

Hey, if you got some K, then
you better make it shake.

Little money in the
bank bout to make--

Hey, yo, check this out.

Brand new camera just came in.

Oh, hell yeah.

Does that have the low
light shit that you wanted?

Game changer.

Did you get Al's voicemail?

Yeah, man.

I don't know what the
hell we're gonna do.

You need to trust me more.

I told you I can handle
lining up potential clients.

Plus, we knew he wasn't gonna
need our videos forever.

And he's still gonna play them.

I have someone that we can
sit down with, you know.

And we should sit
down with them.

Plus, it's summer, so there's
still plenty of options.

My team and I saw
your little videos.

They're cute.

But I think if you
work for us, we

can take you guys
to the next level.

Yeah, we saw your little
promotional videos.

We can upgrade that
shaky cell phone quality.

What's your guys' name?

Party Hype Film Krew.

Party Hype Film Krew?

That's a mouthful.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Let me guess.

The two of you spell
"crew" with a K.

OK.

Wait.

Let me get this straight.

A local club promoter
is telling us

how to be more marketable
to a larger audience?

We don't just promote clubs.

Squad X dominates the scene.

We monopolize the game, baby.

I got club promoters
on every single campus

surrounding downtown.

We send party buses
out, and they bring them

back to the club.

Now, if the two of you could put
your egos aside for a second,

you'd be smart enough to
see the sweet deal I'm

about to offer you.

All right, all right.

How much money we talking?

I don't know.

I'm talking to a couple
of other film crews,

so why don't we say $125?

Hoo.

Yeah, I was thinking more in
the ballpark of about $300.

Yeah, we got a brand new camera,
some new equipment, and that

covers editing as well.

You think this is a negotiation?

$125.

Think of it as a trial run.

Shawty hit my line, but
my phone ain't never ring.

A goddamn trail run?

No, screw that shit, man.

Relax, man.

What's your deal?

They're talking
about camera crews.

What camera crews?

We are the camera crew.

Relax, dude.

What, do you want to work
for an egotistical maniac?

I'm already working for one.

Whatever, man.

Listen.

Listen!

Let's just kill the
video like we always do.

We'll get in with this crew.

We'll get paid to make
videos every week.

And they promote
two clubs each week.

That's more money for us.

Yeah, if they decide to pay us.

He'll pay.

They just have to break
us in a little bit.

What are we, dogs?

Just play the game
for a little bit.

Like you said, just
use them until we find

the next step in the ladder.

You're right.

You're right.

Plus, it'll be fun as shit.

Nightclubs, chicks, drinks.

We're moving up.

So close,
but so far away.

I'm running out of reasons
to ask you to stay.

Your mind changes
like the seasons,

leaving me out in the
cold, feeling so--

feeling so alone.

I'm waiting for you
to come around again.

I can't wait forever.

I'm waiting.

I want you so bad.

But I can't wait forever.

I can't wait forever.

Gordo presents.

Look, man, you don't
get to just make

extreme decisions like that.

Extreme decisions?

I know that filming is easy
for you and all nonchalant.

But marketing is a
serious business.

The look of our company
matters on every single piece

of content that we put out.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What part of this
video misrepresents

what you do for a living?

It's not just that.

Our team has an order.

There's a structure, a chain of
command, checks and balances.

Dude, it's a video
about partying.

That's it.

Relax.

Look, you film the video.

You edit it.

You send it to me.

I'll watch it, and then
I'll check off on it.

I get to decide when
we post the video.

You don't get to post
whatever you want.

Dude, have you
seen social media?

Everyone loves it.

You're the only one
that's bitching about it.

Then I'm the only one
that runs this business.

You got a problem with that?

Why don't you go back to filming
some run-down, shitty-ass bar?

Look, hold on.

Wait.

Just wait.

This is stupid.

I don't want to argue, and
I don't want to yell at you.

Look, dropping a video is
all about key timing, OK?

What if we have an
event coming up?

We've got to hype that up.

We've got to
capitalize on a post.

It's all about the timing, OK?

Let's just pull the video
down, and we'll fix it.

I mean, come on.

There's some pacing
issues in that video.

Some of the shots
are a little slow,

and I need that to be fast.

Let's work on it together.

We can fix it, put it back up,
and then on the next video,

we can work on it together
and knock that out.

Come on, man.

Let's get back to work
and have some fun.

Party Hype Film Krew.

This is how we party, bro.

It's the same shit every
single time we go out.

Do you realize that?

It's called being nice, OK?

Not everyone's an angry,
stone-faced asshole.

Nice?

Is that what you call it?

Complaining about
your life to every guy

you see like it's so bad.

You go to a PWI.

And you're basically the
queen of your little sorority.

Really?

Who are you to judge me?

Screw you.

Oh, yeah, and laughing at every
guy's joke like it's so funny.

"Ha, ha, that's what she said.

Good one, Chad."

Don't blame me for your
own insecurities, OK?

Insecurities?

I call it being aware.

Mean mugging every guy I
introduce you to is insecure.

Getting angry at me for
not posting pictures of us

on my social media?

That's insecure.

Hitting up my ex, asking
him why we broke up?

That is so insecure.

Yeah, well, maybe if
I could trust you,

I wouldn't have to do
shit like that, you know?

Because you entertain every
single guy you come across,

showing me stupid shit on
your phone like, "Hey, babe,

look at this picture
this guy sent me.

Oh my god, he won't
stop texting me."

How did he get your
number in the first place?

That's the type of shit
that I'm talking about.

You're the one to
talk, you know.

You have girls hanging
off you all the time.

And I push them off!

What about Lauren?

Hitting you up at
2:00 in the morning?

What is that about?

What in the world gave
her the confidence

to call you at 2:00
in the morning?

I explained that.

You can't even explain the
short, little midget frat

guy we saw tonight.

Oh god.

I'm an extrovert, OK?

I'm a free spirit.

And you know what?

That was what you said
you used to love about me.

Yeah, well, maybe
I made a mistake.

A mistake?

Yeah, you know what?

I made a mistake, too.

I kissed my ex while you were
looking for me in the bathroom.

And you want to know what?

Maybe it was the
best thing that's

happened to me in
the past month.

Whoa, wait.

Bella, sweetie, wait.

Hold on.

You're too drunk to drive.

Bella, come back.

Bella!

He didn't mean it.

God.

Jay, are you gonna do something?

She's too drunk to drive.

Jay.

Jay!

I hope she crashes.

Whoa, Mickey, Mickey.

Mickey.

Mickey, take it easy.

Let the fuck go of me!

We'll go find her.

Let me go.

Trust me.

Just walk it off.

Geez.

Fucking prick.

Friends with benefits.

Yeah.

When did we get so
territorial and serious?

I'm sorry.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

He was my first.

So we have a crazy history.

And--

It's cool.

But I meant what I said
when I said that, you know,

we just hook up until we
find somebody we really

want to be with.

And, um--

It sounds, like, so easy
to do, but I don't know.

I think it's inevitable
to get jealous

when you're sharing your
body with someone so often.

You got jealous?

I saw you on the dance floor
with that big-tittied cocktail

waitress, and I wanted to
rip out her fake extensions.

Ouch.

I can't believe I
was feeling that way.

I think, um, we should
just be friends.

Yeah.

Sounds good.

It was fun, though.

Yeah.

Yeah, it was.

I guess I'll, um--

I guess I'll see you around.

Bitch.

Check this crowd out.

The line goes down the street.

Look at over here.

It's the party bomb.

It's all over the place.

I love it.

I love it.

Ladies all over the place, man.

I know everybody's gonna
have a blast tonight.

Shit!

If this damn thing
would just go!

Jay?

What?

I'm sorry?

I'm sorry.

Um, I just put the camera up.

The photos and videos will
be online later this week.

Thank you.

How many times do you have
to say that per night?

A lot.

Jay, it's me, Dani.

That crazy jello
wrestling night,

you interviewed me and
some of my friends.

I'm sorry.

This is really embarrassing.

It's been a rough night.

But, um, how have you been?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

Good, good.

I'm just enjoying my
summer before my school

stuff starts back up.

Ooh, don't remind me.

Yeah.

And school was like hell
for me last semester.

So I changed my major
from health sciences

to biomedical engineering.

Holy shit.

I mean, naturally, that's
such a smooth transition.

I know.

I mean, I can see how
that goes so well.

No, it's just-- it's
more fun for me.

And then my family and
I, like, this weekend

are gonna take our annual
family vacation thing to Aspen.

So.

You're going to Aspen?

Yeah, have you been?

No.

No, I've-- I haven't left Texas.

Well, wait, no.

There was this one time me and
my friends got really wasted

and we went to that
casino out in Oklahoma.

But I mean-- I mean, I guess
Aspen, that's cool, too.

Yeah, but we should
party when I get back.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What's-- what's, um--
what's your cell?

OK, 214--

214--

Honestly, it's probably
easier if I just--

Yeah, yeah.

OK, wait.

Let's take a selfie.

Yeah, sure.

Wait.

I meant-- can I take another
one in case I look ugly?

Oh my god, you don't look ugly.

No, stop.

I have to.

OK.

#AngryVideoGuy.

#You'veComeALongWay.

Don't worry about it.

Damn.

Your job is to
keep track of them.

Look, I'm not gonna
tell black people

they can't come to the club.

That's not what I'm saying.

That's basically what
you're saying, right?

Look, if you don't want black
people to come to the club,

junk crank up the dress code.

Stop letting them wear big
shirts and basketball shoes.

That's the bodyguard's job.

Tell them to do a better job.

That's your job.

I saw the groups you brought in.

If too many of them get in, it
changes the vibe of the club.

They start fights.

People are afraid to come here.

And we lose money.

You lose money.

Perception is reality.

We need to maintain an
upscale environment.

By upscale, do you mean
these insecure white girls

with big, fake titties?

Or they're rich-ass
sugar daddies who

are cheating on their wives?

This is not a joke.

I will not lose another
club because of them.

I will happily get rid
of your little squad

long before I let that happen.

You probably lost your
last club because you

don't know how the world works.

Those fake white girls with
fake titties have fathers--

fathers who made their
fortunes on the backs

of my mother and father, who
were paid just enough for us

to still starve.

Those are the bank
accounts I want

to bleed dry every night,
as I sell their entitled

sons and daughters
fermented, overpriced poison.

Things are never
black or white, GO.

I'm not a racist.

I'm a capitalist.

You know what?

I'm gonna save you the trouble.

I quit.

My team ain't working for
no racist, prejudiced piece

of shit like you.

Good luck.

Oh, what now?

We haven't been paid yet.

You can get the
pre-game tomorrow.

We gotta count it
first and pay our guys.

How is that my problem?

Get out of my way.

I'm working.

I'm sorry.

Wait.

Are you the videographer?

Yeah.

Awesome work, my friend.

Thanks.

I'm Alex.

I own Club Life.

I'm firing Squad X. So when you
want to cut out the middleman,

give me a call.

I'll double whatever
he's paying you.

Matter of fact, can
you send me a copy

of the video you made tonight?

Yeah.

Ye-- yeah.

Don't change anything.

Make it exactly how
you usually would.

Bring that magic.

Yeah.

Yeah, man, totally.

When will it be ready?

48.

48 hours, max.

You work quick.

I love it.

We'll talk soon.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Gordo presents.

Uh-oh.

Is this guy bothering you?

No, he's just--

No, don't worry, babe.

I'll handle it.

Wait.

Hey, look, asshole, I don't know
who you are, but-- oh my god!

Please don't hurt me!

Take my wallet!

I don't want your money.

Please don't hurt me.

I love you people.

Black lives matter.

I voted for Obama.

Basketball is my favorite sport.

I-- please.

Ah!

I'm gonna call my dad,
and he's gonna sue you.

What kind of guy wears shorts
that don't pass his knees?

I'm old enough to date
whoever I want, you know.

How did you find me?

I'm not here about that.

Your mom told me where you were.

What's wrong?

Oh.

Yeah.

You didn't tell her, did you?

No, I didn't tell her.

She's got real shit
to worry about.

And I'm not a snitch.

Look, don't smile at me.

What the hell were
you doing at a club?

Celebrating my 18th birthday.

Thanks for remembering,
by the way.

I've seen your friends.

There's no way in
hell they're over 17.

How the hell did you get in?

We sent Tony a fake.

Oh my god, you're so young.

You know what kind of
people go to clubs?

Look, people looking to
hook up with people, OK?

They're looking to take
advantage of whoever is there,

especially young girls that
have no business being there,

who are probably actually
underage in the first place,

all right?

They're looking to take them
to go do things and go places

that you wouldn't normally go!

And some people, like my
friends and I, just go to dance.

That's like 8% of the
people that are there.

The other 92% are people
that are savages, animals

looking to hook up with anything
that has a pulse or breathes.

What percentage are you in?

Yeah.

I've seen your videos.

Party Hype Film Krew?

You're lecturing me about
being safe from predators?

Yeah, you would know, right?

That's different.

How?

Hey, you're not gonna make me
feel guilty about this, OK?

You're a kid in high school.

I'm 21 and in college, OK?

That doesn't even make sense.

Whatever.

Just leave me alone.

Handle your own life.

Katie.

Katie!

Shit!

Blue shorts was your
ride home, wasn't he?

I just want to see you get to
your next destination in life

safely.

I know.

Look, just-- I'm sorry for being
involved too much in your life.

And, uh, just call me if
you need anything or want me

to handle anybody.

I always do.

And I didn't mean
what I said earlier.

I know you were
looking out for me.

Thank you.

You're my get out
of jail free card.

Get out.

You ruined it.

Get out.

Later.

--but it's like
2:00 in the morning.

I don't understand why we
can't do this tomorrow.

sleep.

It's respect.

It's about respect.

He's already gone home.

He can't just feel like he
can pay us whenever he wants.

You do this every time.

We're already here.

Why can't we wait
until tomorrow?

Why does it matt-- what?

We could just call him.

We'll figure out
tomorrow if we do--

Hey!

Now, what-- hey, don't
you see I'm busy here?

Look, I'll pay y'all later.

Let me just finish up first.

Hey!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Oh shit!

Oh f--

Oh shit.

Oh!

Oh, bite him.

Bite his ear off.

Hoo!

Ground and pound.

Ground and pound.

Ooh!

Put him in the guillotine!

Put him in the guillotine.

Tap his ass out.

Hear my confession.

Girl, you the source
of my stressin'.

I treat my loss as a lesson.

Could be for nothin'.

You could be out here finessin'.

Instead it's my phone
that you textin'.

Look to the sky.

I thank God for my blessin'.

I act like I'm good on
my own, but I'm flexin'.

Girl, if I could, I would buy
you the world, buy you a crib,

toss the keys to the Jeep.

Sometimes what you need, it
be sittin' in front of you.

Put me to the test.

Going far from your other dudes.

Just need a chance.

That way, I can
get close to you.

Knew it was nothing the
first time I spoke to--

You just gonna play games now?

Dude, it's the playoffs.

Are you-- what are you--

It's game seven right now.

Game seven?

What-- it's like in the
middle of the night right now.

How did you just pick
up and resume a game?

I'm like this close to
getting a championship.

Get up.

Oh my god.

Dude, forget that, man.

I came back 3-1.

It was this--

Seriously, we need
to help this girl.

She's incapacitated right now.

Get the hell up, dude.

Oh my god.

Dude, you gotta do it.

Dude, come on.

There's got to be
another way to do this.

Just open her mouth.

How about-- how about--
how about I do that part,

and you do this part?

What?

No.

I'm her significant other,
so I have to save her life,

all right?

That doesn't even makes sense.

Like, how--

How does that not
make sense to you?

All right?

Why don't you do it?

Because I'm--

Why don't you feel compelled to?

Dude, I'm black.

She's gonna take me to jail.

What the hell-- you cannot
just pull the race card out

of nowhere.

What-- this is how it
starts in TV shows.

Friends are like, oh, go ahead.

Go try it.

And I'm like, oh,
OK, I'll do it.

Jail.

Just put your hands
on her face, OK?

OK.

OK.

Oh, yeah.

All right, dude.

All right, you got it?

So you lean her head back.

You got it.

That's too much.

That might be too--

Shit!

Oh, oh.

Mm.

Ah.

Mm.

Jail.

Jail.

Mickey.

Oh, that's a lot of throw up.

What-- oh.

So go over again
if you want to--

if you-- oh god.

It's gonna be OK.

It's gonna be all right.

Oh.

Oh, whoa.

What the hell do we do?

Leave her ass in there
until she feels better.

Seriously?

What else are we gonna do?

Look, she's got to
sleep that shit off.

Throw a bottle of water
in there or something.

I'm just glad we were there.

Gio is a piece of shit.

I've been trying
to tell you that.

Who tries to mess with a
chick who's passed out?

It's her own damn fault for
getting herself in that shit.

You're kidding me, right?

Please tell me you're joking.

Look, I'm not saying what
he was gonna do was right,

but I'm not gonna
sit here and act

so damn shocked that that was
gonna happen to her, you know?

You can't blame the
victim for rape.

I'm not blam-- look
at it this way.

Would you let one
of those promoters

make your sister a drink?

Hell no.

And why is that?

Because they're creeps.

Exactly.

That's all I'm saying.

She should be aware
of her surroundings.

Look, shit happens, and
I'm not denying that, OK?

But she should at least lower
the percentage of chance

that she'll be harmed
by somebody else.

You of all people don't
live in fear of others,

so why the hell should she?

Should isn't reality.

Should isn't gonna stop crazy
people from trying to harm her.

Look, no matter how well-dressed
or protected someone is,

crazy people are
still gonna be crazy.

Well, maybe we figure out a w--

Whe-- where am I?

My place.

You're safe.

How are--

No.

No, no, no.

Where are my car keys?

Where are my car keys?

Uh, I don't-- I don't know.

Why did you bring me here?

Uh, because Gio was
trying to touch you

while you were passed out.

That's it?

I th--

What?

I just-- just where are my keys?

I don't know.

Would you just stop for
a second and talk to me?

Cody, I cannot afford
to lose this job, OK?

I need the money.

So you're willing
to let them use you?

I use them just as much
as they use me, OK?

But that doesn't--

Look, Cody, it's not pretty,
but it's my decision, OK?

I know that what you
saw looked weird,

but it was all a plan, OK?

Sometimes he and I,
we try strange things.

And what you saw was the plan.

It was consensual, I promise.

Where is he?

I knocked him out.

You did what?

Are y'all together?

No.

I don't know.

I'm not with anyone.

You hit him?

That's kind of hot.

I just want to experience life
and have fun and experiment,

OK?

By getting roped in a coma?

Don't judge me.

How can you stand there and
expect me to be OK with this?

What kind of a
relationship is that?

Can't we just enjoy
a this summer, Cody?

Look, you and I are not
going to be that couple

that everyone cheers for to
win prom king and queen, OK?

My job, it isn't pretty,
but I'm good at it.

And not all of us
have our parents

paying for our apartments.

OK?

Please don't judge me.

I can't talk about
this right now.

I need my keys.

Look, they're probably
at the pre-game house.

Screw it.

I'll just call an Uber.

I'm sorry, Cody.

Please don't be mad.

I gotta go.

Call you later, OK?

"Don't be mad."

What the hell just happened?

I guess it was consensual.

Wow.

Hey, look, man, that
wasn't your fault.

There's no way in hell you--

I just-- how can she be so--

I think I'm just
gonna call it a night.

And I'm sorry.

I think I just got us fired.

No, man, don't worry
about that shit.

I'm glad we're done
with those guys.

You get some sleep.

Get some rest.

Let me worry about
the next move.

Dude, what the hell
are you wearing?

What?

Your shoes look like
they were eaten by a dog.

Do you think he's gonna
be looking at my shoes

the whole time, OK?

You can wear--

My eyes are up here, dude.

He's gonna be seeing
this fine Italian shirt.

Do they not have irons in Italy?

This is mustard yellow, OK?

It's this year's
fashion color, OK?

I don't need you right now.

Sorry about that, guys.

Someone dropped the ball on some
inventory, blah, blah, blah,

whatever.

Not your problem.

No worries.

You guys are doing amazing work.

Just a couple of things
I want to change.

First, no shots of
pre-game partying or buses.

It makes it look trashy and like
we're at a tailgating party.

And we're also aiming for
a sexy but classy look.

So we're talking
about the uptown

crowds and local colleges.

So you know, show mainly them.

Them?

Them.

So more crazy, rich,
white people in the video.

Look, we're both
minorities here.

I'm not saying exclude us.

I'm just saying
know your customer.

The only color I
care about is green.

Aside from that,
everything else is great.

So I'll need you on
Thursdays for college nights,

Fridays for EDM neon nights,
and then some Saturdays

for celebrity DJs
and performers.

Did you just say celebrities?

Yes, sir.

I'll even throw in a little
extra on celebrity nights.

Hell yeah.

Name your price.

Well, we just got some
brand new camera equipment,

and the total price also covers
all the editing, as well.

And we do as many
re-edits as you like.

But it's gonna be $400 total.

Done.

I'll see you
gentlemen on Thursday.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Pleasure.

Ooh.

I like that.

OK.

Just because I can do something
doesn't mean that I should.

That's fair.

I can behind that.

You sure you're not like a
psych major or something?

What kind of job would a degree
in psychology get me exactly?

See, that.

That right there.

That's exactly what
I'm talking about.

Why does everything have to be
about some type of end result

or goal?

Why can't it just be about,
hey, I really like that thing.

I should try it.

Life's short.

Take a risk.

I've watched you take risks,
and I think actually I'm OK.

OK, that's fair.

How about take a
calculated risk?

OK, I'll take a calculated risk.

OK, what's the risk?

I'm not gonna tell you.

What the-- it's a
risk, not a secret.

It'll still come
true if you tell me.

I'll take a calculated risk
if you would be more careful.

Deal.

What the hell is that?

My pinky.

Pinky promise.

Oh my god.

Give me your pinky, damnit.

Dude, just because
a chick puts out

doesn't mean that
you have chemistry.

I agree.

You're right.

And the thing is,
she didn't put out.

No.

We made out a little
bit, and then she

rolled over and went to sleep.

You liked blue balls?

Everything's not about sex.

She had self-confidence,
self-esteem.

She was witty.

And she didn't put out.

Dude, she sounds a lot like Kay.

You know that?

Ooh.

You see, first of all,
that's a low blow.

Second of all, no.

Hell no.

Kay was a compulsive liar.

This girl, she's smart.

I think she was testing me.

Yeah, she didn't
put out because she

wanted to see if I'd still
be interested in the morning.

And guess what?

I am.

I am still interested.

Yeah.

Well, just remember
to tell drunk Jay

that you like someone.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Yeah.

Sober Jay knows that
you like someone,

but drunk Jay thinks that
you're technically still single,

so be careful.

Whatever, man.

Look, I'll be fine.

No, I like this girl
way too much for that.

And I just met you.

I bet you talk to
all girls like this.

OK, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll stop.

I was trying to be funny.

It's not working, clearly.

So can, um-- can we please just,
you and me, go back to the club

and do some dancing?

I'm serious.

I have work in the morning.

Not all of us
promote nightclubs.

Oh!

Oh, oh, ouch.

OK, see, that's-- that's
the first problem.

No, I'm not a promoter.

I'm not one of the
promoter types, you know?

And what would you say
are those promoter types?

Come on.

You know the type.

It's the same guy.

They're all the same.

They're loud, chauvinist,
cocky, and they lie.

They lie a lot.

They lie a lot.

Oh, I don't see any difference.

Babe, I'm a videographer.

Did you just make that word up?

Damn!

OK, I'm striking out tonight.

All right, well, what can I do
to prove to you that I'm not

one of those promoter types?

Well, after tonight, nothing.

Sorry, babe.

Have a nice night.

Hey!

Where you going?

Oh, OK, yeah, you
probably got curfew.

You go.

Yeah, whatever.

I'm gonna go in there and I'm
gonna go talk to all the girls

because they're just--

Keep up, Cody.

The only reason anyone knows
how lit a Club Life party was

is because of our videos.

Take some credit, man.

"Oh, bro, what do
the girls look like?

How big is the crowd?"

"Oh my god, what
was the music like?"

We are the club.

They owe us, Cody.

We gotta get what we're worth.

I get what you're saying--

like, I really do--

but we got a good
thing going here.

I'm not trying to make waves.

See, that's that
feeling shit, Cody.

You can't feel numbers.

You gotta think,
look at the income.

Look at the crowd.

That's money that's
slipping through our hands.

You know?

I should've known
that prick Alex was

a snake the second he said yes
so quickly to my offer of $400.

$400 is fine, man.

That works for me.

Two days' work,
that's $800, plus $500

if it's a celebrity event.

Chump change.

That's what that adds up to.

We can double that.

You're insane.

I prefer innovative.

Come on.

$650 a night?

For you, boss man?

Come on.

That's chump change, man.

Have you seen how many customers
have been coming into your club

since we started working here?

Those videos are killing it.

Cody, tell him.

You were just telling me,
"More people, bro, dude.

We should get more
mon--" tell him, man.

Come on.

Why you being all quiet now?

And you-- you fired an entire
marketing team, which is

a beautiful move, might I add.

They were unprofessional
and childish, anyways.

So there's got to be money
just floating around.

You're not telling me how
to allocate my money when

it comes to my club, right?

No.

No, no, no, no.

No, sir.

No, sir.

I'm just protecting
my brand, if you will.

I know my worth.

You taught me that.

You did learn something.

Well, then you're right.

We both have to look
out for our brands.

So $650 it is.

Boom!

Woo!

Yes!

Thank you, sir.

We will continue to bring
the magic with every video.

You better.

Woo!

I love that shit.

All right.

Let's go.

They call her brat.

What?

Hi.

Yeah, can I get six honey
butter biscuits with chicken?

Can I add bacon and
cheese to four of them?

But leave the others
how they are, whatever.

And then can I
get three shakes--

one vanilla, one strawberry,
and one chocolate?

And then those "al
carbon" taco things.

Two of those.

Um, and-- oh.

Jay, do you want anything?

No, that's all.

Got you some water, buddy.

It's nice and cold.

There we go.

I drank a little bit of it.

But it's whatever.

Hello?

And I can't even front
'cause it's the life I chose.

Shit.

Hear my confession.

Girl, you're the
source of my stressin'.

I treat my loss as a lesson.

Could be for nothin'.

You could be out here finessin'.

Instead it's my phone
that you're textin'.

Look to the sky.

I thank God for my blessin'.

I act like I'm good on
my own, but I'm flexin'.

Girl, if I could--

Are you OK?

This isn't how I planned it.

Planned what, Katie?

What are you talking about?

Um.

Well, you see, I lied.

About what?

I wasn't in trouble.

Then what the hell are
you doing out here?

Does your mom know
you're out here?

Just listen, and I'll
tell you everything.

I hate that you think I'm a kid.

I'm 18 now, and I want
you to see me as an adult.

I'm dressed this way because
I like to dress this way.

I don't want you to tutor
me anymore but only help me

if I ask you to.

My mom thinks I'm spending
the night at Lauren's, which

isn't completely a lie
because when I'm done here,

I'm headed there.

I lied to get you here
because I knew you wouldn't

come if I told you why.

You can tell me anything.

I know.

Well, I want you to be my first.

Katie, no.

Katie, no.

No, no, no, no.

No, Katie.

Katie, whoa, whoa.

I'm 18 now, and I
haven't, you know.

And I don't want to be the only
one in college who hasn't yet.

So I just thought, why not us?

Us?

Katie, look, it's not
that I don't think you're

an attractive person, OK?

It's just I'm supposed
to protect you, you know?

Big brother.

Like you said, get out of
jail free card, remember?

You're not supposed to just
give your virginity away, OK?

You're supposed to protect
that and share that moment

with somebody special.

Did you share yours
with someone special?

You said you'd never lie to me.

No, I didn't.

I gave it away chasing
the idea that it

was gonna make me a man, OK?

It was a terrible mistake.

It's only a four
year difference.

OK, I just had a birthday.

That's what made it four.

If we do this, that makes
me like all the people

that I was trying to
protect you from, you know?

You're wrong.

The people you told
me who were going

to hunt me down
and manipulate me,

I hunted and manipulated you.

That's not funny.

Yeah, it is.

OK.

OK.

How about this.

How about we talk about
this when I'm not drunk?

Please?

OK.

Ught!

Bring it in.

Come on.

Come on.

Shit!

Oh, my back.

Yo, Jay.

Hey.

Get up.

What happened?

First off, I want to thank you
for the incredible work you've

done this past month.

Also, I hope you enjoyed
the free table and bottle

service at your birthday party.

We've received so many
great compliments in

regards to your work.

Unfortunately, we're gonna
have to end this business

relationship.

We can no longer
afford your product.

So I wish you two
success in your future,

and I hope you find clients--

Mm!

It's over!

Dude, no it's not.

We'll just call and
renegotiate like always.

Dude, if he wanted
to renegotiate,

he would have said so.

Well, we don't just give up.

We can try.

The second that we
get in good with them,

you're just gonna ask for
more money and ruin it again.

You saying this is my fault?

You can't keep your ego
in check for two seconds

without doing some
reckless shit.

Reckless?

I'm the reckless one?

Doesn't that make you stop
and think for a second?

That me, of all people,
are telling you that?

OK, you're so greedy now.

And you're drunk
every single day.

And you're never
satisfied with the result.

OK,
Cody, since you're

the oh-so-sensible,
logical one now,

tell me what should
we have done?

That's the thing.

We shouldn't have done anything.

We should've just kept going
to work and making money.

But no, we had to
save the world.

We make videos, dude.

I was just trying to get
what we're worth, man.

And what are we worth?

Please tell me.

And I bet it'll
change in a week.

Whatever, man.

I don't need this shit.

Just admit it, that you can't
control yourself anymore.

The second that
money is involved,

you become a completely
different person.

Yeah, OK.

What about you, Cody, huh?

One of us prefers not
to settle all the time

and just get by by
doing just enough.

If we don't take ourselves
serious, no one will.

Does that include running
around like some macho

jackass in your fancy suits?

I show up to business
meetings like I belong there,

and not like some
stoner pothead.

"Belong"?

That's the thing.

You want to belong there.

Like, belong?

I mean, god, that
racist son of a bitch

probably wouldn't even
let you in the club

if it weren't for your videos.

See, they don't want you.

You're nothing to them.

You'd be sitting out in the line
if it weren't for your camera.

Or maybe you lost sight of that.

All we were supposed
to do was use them

like they were
using us, remember?

Us?

We?

What do we do
exactly, Cody, huh?

Because if I'm recalling
this correctly,

I found us that last
job while you were off

trying to be Captain Save-A-Ho.

Yeah, remember?

I edit all the videos.

I do all the talking.

What-- what do you
do, exactly, huh?

Besides ride my coattails
from all the work

that I'm putting in?

Is that what you think?

Dude, I don't know
what to think, OK?

I don't want to
do this right now.

I can't remember last night.

Pieces are missing.

I hurt a lot of people.

I just want to fix all this
shit and go back to bed.

Now, look, we can stand out
here and complain and whine

all morning, or you can help me.

Are you gonna help me or what?

No.

See, I don't want to
ride your coattails.

Good luck with that.

Cody.

Cody!

Katie, um, did we do
anything last night?

Oh, boy.

Shit.

No, we didn't.

We didn't?

We didn't.

Are you sure?

Oh, shit.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh, that was close.

Gee, thanks.

No, no, no.

I didn't mean it like, you
know-- in like a weird--

I'm just kidding.

I agree with what
you said last night.

What, um-- what the hell
happened last night?

I just-- I remember we
were standing pretty close,

and, uh--

And you blacked out.

See, this is why drinking is a--

wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

How did you get me out of there?

Well, I tried waking you up at
first, but that didn't work.

Then I tried dragging
you, but you're too fat.

But then your phone rang,
and it was your friend Cody?

Oh, shit.

What's wrong?

He and I, um, we got in a
little argument earlier,

and I need to, um, apologize.

Jerk.

Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

Are we, um-- are we cool?

Yeah, we're cool.

What do you want
for your birthday?

Hm.

A hot fudge sundae.

That's it?

Yes.

OK, cool.

I'm gonna get you a new
laptop because yours is shit.

And then we'll go get sundaes.

OK.

Hello?

You need to help me fight
these 12-year-olds online, man.

They keep talking so much shit
about my mom and grandma, dude.

I don't know how these
kids think of these things.

Like, honestly.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, sounds good, man.

Get your ass over here.

OK, cool.

I'll see you soon.

You got him.

You got him.

Throw it.

Throw it!

Do it.

Oh!

Oh!

Yeah!

Damn!

Oh!

Rip your children's limbs
off and then beat your mother

with those limbs?

I--

Wow.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Hey, man, so I--

I talked to Katie earlier today,
and I just want to say that--

Oh, bro, skip that.

We're dawgs.

Shit happens.

I appreciate that, man.

Look, I don't give
you enough credit.

You're always there,
especially when I screw up.

And I screw up a lot.

So, uh, thank you.

You want a beer?

No, no.

Water would be perfect.

All right.

Soft.

You know, I had an amazing time
with you last night, before--

Before you were an asshole?

Before I was an asshole, yes.

Was that your ex?

No.

No, no, no.

No, no.

Hell no.

No, it was-- it was-- her and
I, it was like a summer fling.

We were hooking up off
and on, and we stopped.

We stopped long before you and
I started talking, you know.

And-- and Mickey and her
are really good friends.

And she wasn't
invited to the party.

And I was like,
that's kind of weird,

but I didn't want her to think
it was weird because there's

no feelings there.

It was just--

So you were a dumbass.

I'm a dumbass, yes.

I'm a big, stupid dumbass.

Yeah, I know.

You know, Cody and I are
just kicking it at the house

if you want to swing
by, bite to eat.

I can cook you something.

It probably won't
be very good, but--

Um, I can't.

I'm packing.

I'm heading to my
parents' for a week.

Oh.

Oh, in Aspen?

No, idiot, in Houston.

Yeah, that-- that sounds fun.

That's real cool.

You're not gonna cry, are you?

Dani, I am so sorry.

Yeah, you are.

You sure you don't want to swing
by just-- just for a second?

I don't think that's
the best idea right now.

But maybe when I
get back, you can

show me that casino in
Oklahoma or whatever

that you were talking about.

Oh, really?

Because I was gonna
ask you to teach me

biomedical engineering.

But yeah, yeah, sure,
gambling sounds fun, too.

Oh my god, I hate you.

I have to go finish
getting ready.

Later, Dani.

Text me.

Asshole.

How'd it go, man?

I don't know, man.

I-- I screwed up pretty bad.

See, you gotta go back
to dating black girls.

You're so right.

I know!

They just-- they
just get us, man.

Check who's social
media official.

Ooh.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You all right, man?

Yeah, I'm good.

He'll be looking pretty
ugly with that black eye

for the next couple of weeks.

Am I right?

Hmm.

Still do miss Mickey, though.

Yikes.

Ah, whatever.

Just bottle those feelings up.

I'll just push on forward.

Dude, are you sure you're OK?

Yeah.

They deserve each other.

Plus, I'll just put
it in the movie.

Movie?

What movie?

Our film project?

It's due in like
two weeks, remember?

Shit.

Bro, I don't even want to
touch a camera right now.

I really don't care
if we fail or--

Look, besides spending money
on fast food and lotion,

I've been saving all my
money for the short film.

And there won't be any ninjas
or horses in this one, OK?

I'm listening.

OK.

Check it.

Open up on two dudes outside
of a club, waiting to get in.

Huh?

Hm?

I'm waiting for
you to come around again.

But I can't wait forever.

I'm waiting.

I want you so bad.

But I can't wait forever.

I can't wait forever.