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Carlos: You scared now, little
faggot?

Where is it?

(hitting sound)

Kyle: I didn't take it.

Carlos: I'm not playing no more.

Where...

is my fucking Rolex?

(click of gun)

Oh no,

no you don't. No you
don't.

No you don't.

No you don't.

No, no.

That motherfucking Rolex
is real.

My old lady bought it for me
and I want it back.

If you think it's worth
your life,

we can keep playing this game.

(loading gun)

Fuck man!!

Then again,

what have you got to live
for, really?

Kyle: I didn't take it. I
didn't take -

(gunshot)

(music plays)

Carolyn: Bonnie, would you like
one?

Bonnie: God, this weather's
beautiful.

Can you believe it's only May?

Pete: Only in L.A.

Julian: Come here.

Hi baby.

You having a happy birthday?

Good.

Kyle: I'd be happier if you'd
marry me.

Julian: Seriously?

And this is what I'm marrying
into.

Carolyn: Now you are officially
part of our family, Julian...

Kyle: You bitch! Don't you dare.

Carolyn: You might as well know
the ugly truth.

Kyle: No, no, Mom. Not you.
Carolyn.

Julian: Oh my God.

Look at him in his little
swimsuit.

Kyle: No Mom! I'll tell him
myself!

Yeah. I love you, too.

Carolyn: When are you going to
tell him?

Kyle: Doesn't really matter.
He's going to hate the idea.

Carolyn: He could surprise you.

Kyle: He won't.

George: Oh my God.

Carolyn: God, you should have
seen Dad's face

when Kyle first showed up in
that.

Julian: Your mascot was a bunny?

Kyle: I was a jack rabbit. Jack
rabbits are fierce.

I was fierce.

Pete: Mascot is a very
important job.

Kyle: Oh, that's nice. Make fun
of the birthday boy.

Julian: You should wear that
tomorrow night. That's hot.

Kyle: The fundraiser.

Oh, George, how formal is it
going to be?

Maybe I should go shopping.

Julian: You have a million
things to wear.

You're not going shopping.

Kyle: Every party has a pooper.

Julian: That would be me?

Kyle: Mmhmm (affirmative).

Julian: All right.

Kyle: Pooper.

(laughter)

(dance music plays)

Kyle: I know her.

Julian: Yeah, that's Lindsey
from uh, "Queer as Folk."

Announcer: Welcome to our
Tweakers Project fundraiser.

We're raising money for Meth
edu... You know why we're here.

Alright. Come on, let's get the
party started.

(crowd cheering and clapping)

(camera shutter)

Julian: Getting past
my bedtime.

Hey. Can we get two vodka
Red Bulls?

Kyle: Having fun?

Julian: Yeah, you?

(camera shutters)

Dusty: Adorable.

Hey. How's it going?

Can I get your name?

I just need your name for the
Tweaker Project website.

Julian: Yeah. Sure. I'm Julian
Adano.

Dusty: Julian Adano

Julian: And this is, uh...

(laughing)

This is Kyle Peeples.

Dusty: Kyle Peeples.

You look a little wiped out.

Hot. Definitely uh... Definitely
hot, but a... little tired.

Julian: Yeah. You should have
stopped at hot.

Kyle: My God are you flirting?

Julian: Yeah, I'm flirting a
little bit.

Dusty: I can help you out with
the tired part.

A little uh... pick-me-up?

Julian: For old time's sake?

Kyle: It has been a while.

Julian: Okay.

Dusty: Come on.

Julian: Come on.

Kyle: How much?

Dusty: Don't worry about
it, man. It's my treat.

Julian: It's kind of chunky.

[sniff] Oh!

Oh!

Shit, shit!

It burns.

That's not coke, right?

Dusty: It's the same thing,
practically, except better.

Bump of crystal, party lasts all
night.

Come on, man.

You're not gonna let him do
it by himself, are you?

Go for it.

Kyle: Ow! Phew!

(laughing)

Ow. Wow, that does burn.

Baby.

Julian: You okay?

Kyle: Yeah.

Dusty: It's going to feel great
soon.

Dusty: Come on.

Kyle: Okay.

Kyle: Phew!

Julian: Shake it off.

Kyle: So much for meth-free.

(laughing)

(rock music plays)

Julian: Babe, I'm home.

Sorry it took so long.

Kyle: Hey babe. I'll be right
out.

Julian: Oh, but we got "Save Me"
in our queue.

It's supposed to be good.

Chad Allen is so cute.

Kyle: One sec.

(door opens)

Dusty: Hey.

Julian: Hey. You don't knock?

Dusty: The door was open.

Hey man.

Kyle: Yo dude.

Dusty: You ready?

Kyle: Yeah, totally.

Yo Jules...

So Dusty got us on the list of
that new club on Robertson.

Julian: Thought you were
staying in tonight.

I was going to make one of our
decadent Sunday dinners

and maybe watch a movie.

Dusty: Fuck that, man.

You should come with. It's going
to be really fun.

I'm starting to think you don't
like me.

Julian: Yeah. Go with your
instinct.

Kyle: Come. We can do nothing
tomorrow night.

You should come with us.

You haven't been out with us
for weeks.

Julian: You haven't stayed home
in weeks.

I'm asking you to stay home
with me tonight.

Please?

Kyle: Baby, tomorrow night.
Okay?

Just you and me.

I'll make it up to you.
Promise.

Love you.

(rock music plays)

Dusty: Bye.

(rock music plays)

Dusty: Hey. What's your name?

What?

Bye!

(rock music plays)

Cheers.

This is my buddy, Kyle.

Hey! Watch the fucking camera.

Club Manager: \Hey, don't ever
let me catch you tweakers

selling that shit in my club
again.

Trash.

Dusty: That's the third club we
got thrown out of.

I'm running out of places to
sell.

Let's go to the bathhouse, find
buyers there.

Kyle: I don't know. Julian's
going to be so pissed off.

Dusty: What is he, your dad,
dude?

Come on. Party's waiting.

(alarm beeping)

(phone ringing)

Julian: Hey, Carolyn. Is Kyle
there?

Okay... Bye.

(door opens)

Yeah, no. I'm fine. Bye.

(door closes)

Julian: Oh, so you still live
here.

Kyle: You're supposed to be at
work.

Julian: Yeah, so are you.

I can't live like this Kyle.
I really can't.

You were gone for three days.

Kyle: I called.

Julian: When you knew I'd be
gone.

Jesus, I thought you were dead.

Kyle: Fuck, Julian, I don't
need you babysitting me.

It's my life. I was having fun.

Julian: Yeah. You know what?
You're right.

You're absolutely right.

It is your life

and you should do exactly
what you want to do.

So should I.

Goddammit, living with you
these last few weeks,

you either stop with the
crystal or it's over.

Kyle: Over? Baby. Come on.

When you marry me, it's for
better or for worse.

Julian: You know what? Maybe
it's better that the worst

happened when it did.

Kyle: What are you doing?

Julian: I'm packing your shit,

because I can't live like this
anymore, Kyle. I really can't.

Kyle: Where am I supposed to go?

Julian: Go call your fuck
buddy, why don't you?

Kyle: We're not fucking. He's
not even gay!

Julian: Okay, because that
matters when you're tweaking.

Kyle: Look, stop. Just stop,
okay? Point taken.

I love you. I love you.

I'm sorry. You're right.

I'll try to do better. I will,
okay?

Julian: You can't try.

You have to quit.

Kyle: Okay.

Fuck.

I know.

I'll quit.

I will quit.

(music plays)

(music plays)

(music plays)

Carolyn: Hello.

Julian: Hey.

Pete: Hey, sicko!

Julian: Hey. Just in time. I
need your help with the drinks.

Carolyn: Want to come talk to
me?

I told him you had the flu.

Kyle: Yeah, it really knocked
me for a loop.

Carolyn: Kyle! Julian told me
what's been going on.

What were you thinking?

Kyle: Don't make a big deal,
Carolyn.

I was just blowing off a little
stress with some fun,

it got out of control. It's
handled.

Carolyn: Maybe you have too
much on your plate.

Kyle: Why would you think that?

Did Pete say something about my
work or something?

Carolyn: No. I just thought...

Carolyn: No. I just thought...

It isn't weakness to ask for
help, you know.

You've got a big job.

Kyle: I have it handled, okay?

Carolyn: Do I need to be
worried?

Kyle: No. Just drop it, okay,
Lynnie?

Pete: Now, wait a minute.

Julian says that he's not coming
to Iowa next week.

Now, if he's not going, why am
I stuck with your dad?

Carolyn: For better or worse,
you married into this family.

You have to be there when we do
family things.

When Kyle and Julian tie the
knot,

Julian will have to come home
and be miserable, too.

Kyle: Yeah.

Carolyn: Oh, none for me.
Thanks.

Kyle: Really. Interesting.

Julian: You know what. Why
don't you lay off today,

after that nasty cold.

Pete: Oh, Kyle, while you were
out, Frank put in his notice.

I can't promise anything, but if
you want to apply...

Kyle: Really? I'd so love to
apply. That's awesome.

Pete: Put together a
presentation,

I'll set it up over at the
design center.

Kyle: Okay. That's great. Thank
you.

(music plays)

You like it?

Julian: It's beautiful.

Kyle: It's inspired by you.

Julian: Yeah?

Kyle: Makes me want to sit on
it.

Julian: (laughs) Yeah.
Promises, promises.

Kyle: If I could get this job,
Jules, you know,

if I could go home with a
design job,

he'd have to admit I could be a
success,

that my minor in design wasn't
just fluff.

Julian: No matter what happens
tomorrow,

You're a success to me.

Hey!

Knock them dead!

(car starts)

(music plays)

Pete: It was clear that you put
in a lot of hard work

on this, Kyle.

Unfortunately, um...

it's not going
to work out this time.

You just... you don't have
enough experience, yet.

Just keep working, though. You
had... some good ideas.

Julian: I heard.

Carolyn called.

Kyle: He didn't even look at my
portfolio.

He obviously just took to me
'cause Pete asked him to.

Julian: I'm proud of you,
though.

Kyle: My designs were good,
though, weren't they?

Julian: Yes. They were very
good.

Kyle: How am I going to tell
Dad?

(airplane sound)

Radio: It's mid September in
Sioux City

and there's already a chill in
the air

as the election race heats up

between incumbent Mayor Peeples
and con -

Kyle: Still confident of a win,
Dad?

Mr. Peeples: Too early to tell.

I don't want to take anything
for granted.

Take a load off. I'll put these
in your room.

Hi dear.

Carolyn: Looks like I won.

Pete and I had a bet whether
you'd actually show.

Kyle: So, Pete bet against me,
did he?

Carolyn: No. He thought it was
50/50.

Mom called. She invited us for
breakfast tomorrow,

She invited us for breakfast
tomorrow, if you want.

Mr. Peeples: He just got here,
Carolyn. Let him relax.

Highland single malt, you'll
like this.

Pete: That was a fast trip to
the airport.

I guess the plane was on time?

Mr. Peeples: Grab a glass, Pete.

Pete: I was just admiring your
impressive

collection of scout badges.

Mr. Peeples: I found them when I
was renovating the office.

Pete: Yeah, he framed them. All
50 of them.

Mr. Peeples: Well, it was an
accomplishment.

Pete: I can understand the bird
study and the cooking,

but auto mechanics and home
repair?

Kyle: What can I say? I'm handy
with power tools.

Mr. Peeples: He was a good
camper,

not to mention a hell of a shot.

Kyle: Luckily, they never made
me actually kill anything.

Mr. Peeples: You're a good
hunter. He's being modest.

Kyle: No, dad, I'm not. I don't
like killing things.

I told you a thousand times.

Mr. Peeples: You've got a whole
slew of those duck decoys

we carved together. What were
they for then?

Kyle: Objet d'art.

Kyle: They're decorative, Dad.

Mr. Peeples: I know what objet
d'art means, smart ass.

I just didn't get your point,
and...

You can dismiss your badge
record,

but you earned them all, as
much as you might like

to think you're above it,

since you're a hotshot LA
furniture designer now.

Carolyn: Dinner's ready, if you
want to come sit down.

Kyle, will you help me in the
kitchen?

So, what's the strategy?

Do you want me to bring the
engagement up?

Would that be easier?

Kyle: I don't know if now is
such a good time.

I'll just send him a copy of
the announcement

when it's over. How's that?

Carolyn: Kyle! He doesn't even
know you are living together.

Julian deserves better than
that.

Don't make me out you.

Kyle: It's my business, pushy.

Wine?

Carolyn: Not right now.

Kyle: Wait a minute.

Are you pregnant again?

Carolyn: No. Kyle, Kyle, shh.
No, no. Please.

Kyle: Oh my God, you are.

Carolyn: No, no, no. Listen.
We're not saying anything.

Kyle: (laughing) Dad. Hot news
flash.

Carolyn: Kyle's getting married.

Mr. Peeples: Now that's funny.

Tell me you're kidding.

No offense, but what's the
point?

Marriage is for making families.

It's something you need a man
and a woman for.

Isn't that right, Pete?

When are you going to make some
grandbabies, anyway?

Pete: Chuck, I think you're
oversimplifying.

Kyle: Maybe it's so we can
legitimize our relationship

like everybody else is.

Mr. Peeples: Well, that's
idiotic.

What difference does it make?

Kyle: It makes a lot of
difference.

Mr. Peeples: If you're serious,
I would appreciate it,

you not announcing it all around
town.

It is difficult enough dealing
with a son who likes to...

Just respect that this is my
home and my community.

Kyle: Don't worry, Dad.

I wouldn't want to cost you
votes in your election.

Mr. Peeples: Where you going?

Carolyn: Dad!

Pete: Leave him be, Carolyn.

Carolyn: Kyle, please come back
in and talk to him.

Come on. You know he didn't mean
any harm.

At least he accepts you're gay.

Kyle: Accepts it?

He hasn't accepted it. He
tolerates it.

He hasn't accepted it. He
tolerates it.

You know what the definition of
"tolerate" is?

It's to put up with, to endure.
My father endures me.

Carolyn: No. He loves you in
his own way.

Kyle: What does that mean? He
loves me

when I'm Mr. Badgemaster, when I
can cock a gun,

but not when I'm school fucking
bunny rabbit.

Carolyn: Please, he'll
hear you.

Kyle: Oh well, fuck it.

Mr. Peeples: What is going on?

Why is he so sensitive all of a
sudden?

Kyle: Wait 'til he finds out
Julian's latino.

I wonder what he'll hate more,

the gay thing or the
interracial thing.

Carolyn: Give him a chance to
know Julian.

He can't help but like him.

Kyle: You have no clue, miss
sunshine.

Everything you do is perfect.
Everything I do is shit.

Me being gay is just icing on
the cake of his disappointment.

Don't wait up. I'm off to get
nailed.

(rock music plays)

Sissy: Pay up!

Sissy: Hi.

Missy: Hi.

Kyle: Hey.

Sissy: Mid State High, remember?

Missy: We were freshman when you
were a senior.

Sissy: The Baker sisters.

Kyle: Oh my God. The party
peanuts.

Sissy.

Missy: Missy.

Sissy: Sissy.

Kyle: Sissy.

Hey, how are you?

Missy: Right as rain.

Sissy: How about you?

Missy: We heard you moved to LA.

Kyle: Yeah. I'm doing interior
design out there.

Missy: Wow.

Sissy: Neat.

Kyle: It's good. It's just me
and a couple employees,

but it's good.

I can't wait to get out of this
backassward town.

I'm bored stiff.

Sissy: We might be able to help
with the bored part.

Missy: And the stiff part, too,
if you're lucky.

Kyle: Some things never change.
What'd ya got?

Sissy: Come with us.

Kyle: Okay.

(knock on door, door opens)

Kyle: Pete.

Kyle: I was just about to come
get you.

I've been working on the
spreadsheet.

Pete: Yeah. Look, about that.

You have something on your...

I'm going to have Jim do a pass
on the spreadsheet.

Kyle: What?

Fuck, Pete. I've been working my
ass off on that.

Pete: I know you've been
working really hard, Kyle, and

all the long hours, I do, and I
appreciate it,

Kyle: But what?

Pete: You know what? Why don't
you just knock off early today?

You just take a nice long
weekend

and then we'll reopen this
next week.

Kyle: Whatever.

(door opens and closes)

Julian: Babe.

Kyle: Hey.

Julian: Looks like I'm a lucky
boy. What's the occasion?

Kyle: Just 'cause.

Julian: It's a little early for
Halloween decorations,

isn't it, babe?

Kyle: Do you like them? I was
feeling festive.

Julian: Yeah, I can see that.

Kyle: Pete gave me the night
off

just sort of because, as a
bonus.

It's been so long since we've
had any time to relax at all.

I'm working nights so much.

(phone ringing)

Julian: Hello.

No we were just sitting down to
dinner. What's up?

Kyle: I made your favorite.
Shepherd's pie.

Julian: Pete, are you sure?

All right. Thank you.

Kyle: Pete is full of shit

and he's fed Carolyn a pack of
shit

and she's of course going to
back him up.

She's turned into a fucking
bitch.

Julian: Okay, so where did the
crystal come from?

Kyle: Are you taking their side
now?

Julian: I'm trying to give you
the benefit of a doubt,

but it's hard to ignore the
signs.

Kyle: What fucking signs? What
signs?

I'm sick of everybody butting
into my business.

They wonder why I'm having
problems at work

when everybody keeps dogging me.

Julian: What are you talking
about.

Kyle: I'm never going to get
that promotion,

because they'd rather have a
good accountant

and they just keep me down to
avoid having to reward me.

Julian: You're ridiculous.

Kyle: I can see it. I can see
it.

Julian: Yeah.

Kyle: I can see it.

Julian: Me too.

Kyle: They think I'm stupid,
but I can see it.

Julian: Okay. We're all stupid.
You're the smart one.

Kyle: It's just fucking
bullshit.

(dog barking)

(knocking)

Mia: Turn that shit off.

Kyle: I'm looking for Dusty.

Dusty: Dude. You made it.

Maia, this is the Kyle. The dude
I told you about.

Kyle: Hey mama.

(laughing)

Mia: That's so wrong...

Dusty: Maia dude, not mama.

Kyle: Oh sorry.

Maia: Don't be. I like it.

Dusty: Come in.

(door closes)

Mia: Get the door.

Dusty: Dude, seriously?

Maia: Yeah, you don't like it,
you can leave.

Dusty: It's really fucking
bright.

Kyle: Who's the old lady.

Nora: I don't want that.

Dusty: She owns the house.

Nora: I want to read, please. I
want to read.

Maia: Eat it!

Nora: No. I don't want it!

Maia: I'm so sorry. I didn't
mean to yell.

Dusty: That's it.

Maia: God!

(music plays)

Maia: Carlos, you going to let
me in or what?

Carlos: Mija!

Carlos: What's up, baby?

Bambina, you've been hiding from
me, lately.

Maia: No, man. I'm just trying
to behave myself.

Carlos: For sure, for sure.

Carlos: What can I do for you,
sweetheart?

Mia: I'm just looking for a
hookup for my boys.

Carlos: These two little tutti
fruttis outside?

Mia: Yeah, they're cool.

Carlos: And you think they can
handle themselves, mommy?

Maia: Yeah, I'm sure.

Kyle's got the cash.

(phone ringing)

Carlos: Shut that fucking shit
off.

(phone ringing)

Recording: You want me, leave a
message.

Julian: Yeah...

I've actually left five
messages.

I'd like to at least get a
courtesy, I don't know, text.

Just call me and at least let
me know that you're okay.

Okay, please?

(music plays)

(phone ringing)

Carolyn: Hello.

Julian: Listen...

You guys should probably
come over. We need to talk.

Shit.

Carolyn: Maybe it's coke.

I mean, not that it would
be good,

but it would be better, right?

Julian: No, it's meth. For sure.

I knew it. I did.

And I should have done something

especially after the last time
he disappeared.

Pete: Last time?

Carolyn: He could be hurt.

Julian: Carolyn.

He's taken money out of the bank
account

and not a small amount.

We both have to stop making
excuses for him.

Pete: Why didn't you tell me
about this before, Carolyn?

This is serious.

Carolyn: Because I didn't want
you to overreact,

like you're about to right now.

Pete: Don't suppose how I might
react. That is not fair.

If Kyle has a serious problem,
it doesn't affect just him

or just you.

Carolyn: Pete, please.

What do you think we should do,
Julian?

Julian: I just, I don't know
how to find him.

I don't even know where to
begin.

Pete: Wait. I own his cellphone.

I can legally have it tracked.

(music plays)

Maia: Hey. Wake the fuck up.

Dusty: Fuck.

Maia: Dusty, you know the
fucking rules.

You want to stay, you watch
Nora.

Dusty: I know. I said that I
would.

Maia: That means no fucking
sleeping

until I get back from work.

Dusty: That's why you should
give me my own room.

Maia: You don't pay, you don't
stay.

Julian: Yeah, I'm looking for
Kyle.

Mia: Dusty. Deal.

Julian: Kyle.

Kyle, come on. Get up! Come on.

You stay out of it. I swear to
God. I'll fucking kill you!

Come on.

Kyle: Fuck, dude.

Julian: Come on.

Kyle: What the fuck?

We're going home.

Kyle: No, I'm not.

Julian: Come on.

Kyle: I'll go home when I'm
ready!

Julian: You'd rather stay here
with these people

than come home with me?

Kyle: Right now, yeah.

Julian: Yeah? Okay.

We'll see how long you last with
no access to the money.

Kyle: You can't keep me from
using that account.

That's our account.

Julian: You wanna bet?

You want to bet?

That money is keeping a roof
over our heads, and

paying the bills, not to snort
up your Goddamn nose.

You want help?

Pete and Carolyn will pitch in
and we'll get you help.

Kyle: I don't want help. I
don't need help!

Kyle. You're a fucking addict.
You're worthless on that shit!

Kyle: I said, fuck off!

Julian: No. You know what?

You want to self destruct,
that's fine. Go ahead,

but I'm not going to watch. I
can't bear to watch.

You're fucking pathetic.

I don't even know who the fuck
you are.

Carolyn: Kyle.

Julian: You disgust me!

Carolyn: We can't just leave
him like this.

Pete: There's nothing we
can do.

Julian: It's fucking ridiculous!

(car starts)

(cat meows)

Kyle: Baby.

(music)

Kyle: Baby (knocks on door)

(door rattling)

Fuck!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just...

Where do you get off, mr. high
and mighty.

You snorted speed too, so don't
act all holier than thou.

Fuck, what do you want...

You think I won't leave? You'll
be begging me to come back!

Here we go. Leaving!

This is fucking bullshit.

You're like all the rest.

You take what you need and walk
away when it isn't perfect!

(bangs on window)

Nice to know what you're really
all about, fuck head.

You love me? You want to marry
me?

Really.

Really?!!

Fuck!

One little fuck up with money
and that's it?

So, now I know that money means
more to you than I do,

so that's good. That's good.

I'm glad to know it, dickwad.

This is the last time you're
ever going to see me,

so take one long look at this
and kiss it goodbye.

(car starts)

(phone ringing)

Carolyn: Hello.

Kyle: Hey.

Ey. Julian and I had a fight.

Can I crash with you until he
calms down?

Carolyn: He just wants to stay
for a night or two. Carolyn?

Pete: No. No.

Absolutely not. Your sister's
already miscarried once.

Kyle: This doesn't concern
you, Pete. Put Lynnie back on.

Pete: It most certainly does
concern me.

You're out of control. We'll get
you help,

but we won't enable you.

Kyle: Who are you, Dr. Phil?

I don't need fucking help!

Look, Julian...

Julian just got pissed because I
spent some of our money.

It's supposed to be our money,
not his money, our money,

but obviously this whole let's
share our lives

and all this and all that is
fucking bullshit.

Carolyn: Just one night, Pete.

Kyle: I can't believe you're
taking his side.

Carolyn: This is ridiculous.
He's my brother.

Pete: Until you can admit you
have a problem and ask for help

you're on you're own.

Carolyn: What did you just do?

(rock music plays)

(siren blares)

Kyle: It'll just be a loan, Dad.

Mr. Peeples: What happened to
your big shot designer job?

Kyle: Nothing. I just felt it
would be good to be on my own,

Mia: Grammie, don't touch that.

Kyle: Be an entrepreneur, you
know?

Maia: Let's go back to your
room, huh?

Mr. Peeples: As a house painter?

Kyle: A color consultant, a
wall treatment specialist, Dad.

It's a foot in the door of my
own business.

You're always complaining about
being a company man.

Well, I wouldn't be a company
man anymore.

That's good, right?

Mr. Peeples: That's a lot of
money

for painting supplies son.

Kyle: Dad.

Jeez Louise. I never ask you for
anything.

Can you please help me out of a
jam, just this once?

Please?

(laughing)

Dusty: Let me stay, you won't
regret it.

Kyle: Promises, promises.

Pinky: Those things won't watch
themselves, sweetheart.

This isn't the safest
neighborhood.

Mia: Hey yo, pinky girl. You
trying to scare my boy?

Pinky: How's your grandmama?

Last time I saw her she was so
confused.

Mia: Well, you know...
She's getting worse.

Pinky: Sugar, I'm so sorry.

What's your name, darling?

Kyle: Kyle.

Pinky: Well, Kyle, if you need
anything,

Pinky's upstairs at the end of
the hall, okay?

Anything at all.

Kyle: Thanks.

Hey.

Bobby: Hey.

Kyle: Need help?

Bobby: I got it, thanks.

You're the new guy?

Kyle: Yeah, Kyle.

Bobby: Bobby Blue.

I live right there.

Kyle: Okay.

Bobby: Wanna come in for a bit?

Kyle: Uh, I still have some
unloading to do.

(laughter)

Kyle: This will never do.

(rock music plays)

Dusty: Anything we want.

Maia: Don't you fucking love
it?!

For your room.

Mia: This is fucking horrible.

Kyle: Go ahead. There you go.

That's the right place for it.

Dusty: Billie.

Billie: Hey, Dusty.

Dusty: How's it going, gorgeous?

Can I get a pitcher?

Billie: Of course.

Dusty: You guys, I decided that
this is my alter ego.

He's called Mr. Upright Citizen.

Band Girl: Hey, Dusty.

Dusty: Hey.

Kyle: You know the band...

Billie: Who's the new goose?

Dusty: This is my buddy, Kyle.

Dude, this is Billie. Billie is
the shit.

You ever need a place to chill,
you come here.

Bailed my ass out more times
than I can count.

Billie: Literally.

Dusty: Just that once.

Billie: Mi casa es su casa,
Kyle.

Mia: I'm going to go to the
little girl's room.

Be right back.

Kyle: Dude, you are addicted.

What do you need all those
pictures for?

Dusty: I was thinking,

I'm going to do like a tweaker
coffee table book one day.

I mean, don't you think that
would be fucking hot?

Kyle: A tweaker coffee table
book?

Kyle: But tweakers don't spend
money on stuff like that, dude.

Dusty: I don't know.

It's just all I know how to do.

Kyle: Yeah, but you're good
enough, though.

Dusty: Really?

Kyle: Scout's honor.

Dusty: Thanks.

Dusty: Doing a little business
in the john, Mama?

When are you going to teach us
to shoot up?

Mia: Never. You're way too
pretty.

Dusty: Smile. Be sexy.

Smile, Kyle.

That's amazing.

Dusty: Dude, fuck that. Let's
do something.

Let's hit the boulevard. Get
ourselves in some trouble.

Kyle: I hate to tell you, but
we're almost out of money.

We only have enough for like
another eight ball.

I have to make my fucking car
payment.

Dusty: Call your dad again.

Kyle: Why don't you call your
dad?

Or call a publicist friend or
something, get a temp job.

Dusty: What are you talking
about?

Kyle: To take pictures at an
event, like when we met.

Dusty: Dude. I wasn't actually
working.

That was just a front to find
customers.

Kyle: Oh.

Well, we could pawn your camera.

Dusty: Are you high, dude?

We're not pawning my fucking
camera.

Kyle: Just until we make enough
money to like buy it back.

What are we going to do then?

(music plays)

Maia: You should let me brush
your hair every day.

Kyle: Not to point out the
obvious,

but you two look nothing alike.

Maia: So.

Maia: Grammie just found me on
the street and took me in.

Kyle: Just like that?

Mia: Just like that.

Kyle: No questions asked?

Nora: Not as many as you.

Kyle: So where are your real
parents?

Mia: Who gives a fuck?

(knock on door)

(door opens)

Jude: Hello.

Mia: Hey.

Jude: Hey, is Luke here?

Mia: Yeah, he's upstairs on the
right.

Kyle: Luke?

Mia: Yeah.

Dusty: Hello beautiful sister.

Jude: Hi honey.

Dusty: Hi gorgeous.

How are you? You want something
to drink? Any water or -

Jude: You called. What do you
need?

Dusty: Well, first of all, I
want to let you know

I have been clean now, for a
month.

It's been really hard, but I
feel really good.

Jude: Good. I'm glad to hear it.

Dusty: And...

I got a job! At Benny's diner.

Really.

You know the one on Santa
Monica.

Jude: Good. I'm glad.

Dusty: The only thing is I just
started so I'm only bussing

and I'm not making any tips.

Jude: How much?

Dusty: $1500. I mean, this is
for real, Jude.

I'm serious. I'm two months
behind

and I can't hold down a job if
I'm living on the streets

and I can't go back to...

Please.

Kyle: Hey Pinky.

Pinky: Well, hi.

I'll save you a trip to the car.

Kyle: Motherfucker.

Pinky: Pinky told you to read
the street signs.

Alternate side of the street
parking. Here.

In this neighborhood.

Come on.

Jude: Love you, you know.

Dusty: I love you, too.

Kyle: Nice car.

(car door closes)

(car starts)

Well?

Dusty: She didn't believe me.

Pinky: Well, what did you
expect, handsome?

Your sister ain't no peabrain.

Kyle: So, what are we going to
do now?

Dusty: We've got to have a few
rules, okay?

Kyle: Mmhmm (affirmative).

Dusty: Most important, and
you've got to live by this,

Seriously, no bareback. Ever.

No matter how much money they
offer and they will,

because once the word gets out
that you do it,

all you get are HIV infected
tricks,

'cause no one else will risk it.

Kyle: Okay.

Dusty: Two,

if we're doing this together,
you gotta stop picking, dude.

It isn't a good sell.

Kyle: I never pick my face.

Dusty: They're not going to be
looking at your face,
sweetheart.

Kyle: (laughs)

You really think this is going
to work?

(rock music plays)

Dusty: Come this way.

(knock on door)

Dusty: Ready for this?

Maia: Ow.

Male: What the fuck is she
doing here?

Maia: Ow.

Male: Yo man, she's totally
fucking with my high, man.

Dusty: She's cool, man.

Male: Naw. She's not fucking
cool.

Kyle: Maia, baby.

Maia: I hit my head.

Just five more minutes. No.

Kyle: No five minutes. No.

Nora: No, I don't want to.

Maia: Grammy? Grammy!

Sonny: Come on, ma. Let's go.

Nora: Where are you taking me?

Sonny: We have to hurry.

Maia: No one invited you in.

Sonny: What was that?

Maia: No one invited you in.

Sonny: I know that. I know that.

Look, Maia, I'm not going to
argue with you, okay? I'm not.

You have not standing in this
family.

I'm not going to allow you to
let my mother live in this

corrupt environment.

Mia: You haven't shown your face
in years and now you

come around for what, your
inheritance?

Go back to your own fucking
world.

Sonny: Oh, I will go back to my
own fucking world. Trust me.

But with her.

Maia: Don't you fucking touch
her.

Sonny: My mother loves you. I
have no idea why. Never have.

But if you force this, I will
get a court order

and I will come back here with
the police.

You are not blood and you will
not win.

Maia: Blood doesn't make a
family. Fuck you.

Sonny: Okay,

but blood also doesn't make a
law.

This is illegal. And this is
illegal, too.

Maia: You look like a pimp.

Did you let him in?

Nora: I didn't. I didn't, he
just came in.

Maia: It's okay.

(Nora crying)

Dusty: What's your fucking
deal, dude?

Bobby: Think I don't know?

I was spinning out on ice when
you were still

picking your butt in high
school, so don't.

And you, listen to me.

It's not too late for you to
stop this.

If I can do it, you can do it.

You want to get off this ride,
you know where to find me.

All you have to do is ask.

Kyle: Morning.

Mia: Morning.

Kyle: What is with all the
clickety clack?

Don't you ever take your shoes
off?

Maia: Hey, be nice, or you're
not getting any of Mama's
chicken pasta.

And for dessert...

Dusty: Oh shit, mama, looks
like a good night's work.

Maia: Sure was.

Dusty: Who was that dickwad the
other day?

Maia: That was Grammy's son.

He's acting like he gives a
shit. Whatever.

Dusty: Oh.

That is disgusting.

Mia: Hey!

Dusty: That's totally
disgusting.

What the fuck is that?

Maia: It's Rose, you barbarians.
It's classy.

Kyle: Here, I'll fix it.

Dusty: Thank you, Kyle.

Count on the gay boy to fix a
crappy tasting wine with vodka.

I'll tell Billie to put this on
her drink list at the bar.

She can call it the homo.

Fucking homo.

Kyle: Fuck, dude? Seriously.

Go make yourself useful. Pour me
another homo.

Kyle: Do you mind?

That nauseates me.

Dusty: Don't be jealous, man.
Love you, too.

(helicopter sound)

Dusty: Oh shit.

Maia: Fuck.

Kyle: It's alien probes. I've
seen them outside.
(knock on door)

Kyle: Don't answer the door,
seriously. Seriously.

Pinky: It's pinky.

Kyle: That's not Pinky. It does
not sound like Pinky.

Pinky: You better open up this
door in ten seconds

or I'm going to break it down
and beat you with it.

Then you'll know it's Pinky.

Dusty: Might be Pinky.

Pinky: What're you all doing in
here that you don't hear

this poor woman wailing in the
hallway.

Nora: I got lost.

Maia: Grammy, grammy just go
downstairs, okay? I'm sorry.

Pinky: When was the last time
you checked in on her.

Kyle: Maybe she's hungry? You
want something to eat, Nora?

Mia: No, she's fine.

Grammy, just go downstairs for
another hour, okay?

Kyle: Jesus Christ, then I'll
take care of her.

Come on, Nora.

Pinky: How are you going to do
your grandmama like that?

Nora: I know where I'm going
now.

Pinky: Shame on you.

Kyle: I know you do.

Nora: I was looking for little
Mia.

She was such a pretty little
baby

and no trouble. No trouble at
all.

She misses her so much. She
cries at night sometimes.

Kyle: Who are we talking about
again?

Nora: The baby. Mia's baby.

The policemen took her away
from Mia.

You know, you're a very nice
boy. Maybe you'd marry her.

She's a very good cook, you
know.

Kyle: I do know.

(heavy breathing)

Kyle: Jesus, get the fuck out
of here.

Get the fuck out!

Dusty: What's your problem?

Kyle: You're just a fucking
tease

and I'm sick of putting up with
it.

Wanna fuck her, get the
fuck out.

Dusty: Fucking A man. You knew I
was straight when I moved in.

I didn't promise you shit.

Kyle: You prance your little
ass around here

like it's doable any time you
want something from me.

(laughter)

(yelling)

Kyle: You motherfucker!

Mia: Kyle. Kyle, fucking stop
it!

Kyle! Jesus!

Stop it, Kyle, you're killing
him!

Get the fuck - Kyle!

Kyle! Fucking stop, Kyle!

Kyle: I'm sorry.

I just don't get it.

You suck cock for a living.

I've seen you come with a dick
up your ass.

Dusty: I come because I'm
fucking horny as fuck,

smoking up Tina.

There's no mystery, man.

No matter how deep you think
you're digging,

you're not going to find a...

a faggot.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mia: You just have to learn how
to accept people, ya know?

How God accepts us.

Dusty: God doesn't exist, mama.

If he did, he wouldn't be loving
on us.

Mia: Don't say that, Dusty.

He loves us, baby. He
loves all His children.

Kyle: Like you loved yours?

Mia: Don't you dare fucking say
that.

I love my baby, Kyle.

I love my baby.

And Child Services came and they
took my baby.

They fucking took her, but I'm
going to get her back.

I'm going to get her back, Kyle.

I just have to get clean first.

I can.

Kyle: I know you can.

So can I.

(phone dialing)

Julian: Yes?

Kyle: Jules...

I miss you.

I want to come home.

Julian: Are you high?

Kyle: No.

(snorting Meth)

Kyle: We're going out, mama.

Mia: So go.

Dusty: Dude. You've got to leave
those sores alone. Nobody wants
a scabby ho

Dusty: You've got to leave
those sores alone.

Nobody wants a scabby ho

Kyle: Fuck you. You aren't
perfect.

Dusty: Close.

You, on the other hand, are
practically old.

The only thing you've got going
for you is a big dick

and unless you want to enter
with it swinging stop picking.

Mia: Ow.

Kyle: Mama.

(Cough)

(Coughing)

Mia: I fell asleep.

Kyle: I know you did. It's time
to go to bed.

Mia: Just five minutes, okay?

Kyle: Okay, whatever. Ready?

Dusty: Bye mama.

Dusty: Weird shit.

Kyle: Is this right?

Dusty: Don't know.

Manny: Yeah. So you coming in?

Dusty: Yeah.

Kyle: Hey.

Manny: Yaaah.

Manny: Lycra.

Kyle: Nice.

Manny: So this how it going to
go down, huh?

I don't care who gives, but the
other one watches, yah?

So, who's going to be the
watcher?

Kyle: Dusty will watch.

So um...

What can I do to make you happy?

Want me to suck your giant cock?

Manny: You know what make
Manny happy?

Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up. You're gonna
lick it and like it.

Fuck tard, I told you to watch!

You watch.

Dusty: Okay.

Manny: Or I fuck your eyes out
your skull.

Dusty: Okay!

Manny: Ooh yeah.

Lick it. Yeah, lick it.

Ooh.

Yeah. (laughing)

I said watch.

(heavy breathing and smacking)

Kyle: Aaaahhh! Aah!

Manny: Oooh yeah.

You watch, fuck tard!

(laughing)

Get the fuck out of here!

(laughing)

Whooohooo!

Get the fuck out of here. Get
the fuck out of here!

You want to get paid, fucktard?
Huh?

Get the fuck out of here!

Dusty: I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

Kyle: It's okay.

(heavy breathing)

Kyle: It's okay. It's okay.

(heavy breathing)

Dusty: Are you okay?

Kyle: Least he paid.

Mia: Fuck.

Kyle: I can't keep going on
like this.

I can't.

I've gotta quit.

Mia: I'm going to find that
motherfucker

and I'm going to seriously fuck
him up.

Dusty: We don't need to quit
like totally okay?

Kyle: I can't risk that same
thing again, dude.

I can't.

I'm not sure I'd live through
it.

I feel like my body would just
crack and fall apart

and I'd be a bunch of pieces
that nobody could pick up
again.

Dusty: That's why Mia

Is going to ask Carlos to
stake us our first ounce,

so we start dealing for real.

Mia: No. Heavy dealing
isn't a game.

Dusty: No shit, mama.

Kyle: He barely trusts us to
buy our own stash.

Dusty: We have always been good
for the money.

This guy fucking needs us.

We could open up a whole new
clientele for him.

Come on. All those upscale
tweakers don't want to buy

off some Mexican illegal, they
want to buy from us.

We get a wholesale stash and we
make enough money

to stop tricking, more than
enough.

Mia: Too bad, because we have
to find another solution,

because I'm not getting you
guys involved in that.

(rock music plays)

Carlos: Okay.

Okay, my little faggots.

I'll front your first ounce. And
we'll see how it goes.

If you get popped

you keep your mouth shut, or
you're dead. Comprende?

Kyle: Si, comprende, mi amigo.

Carlos: You ain't me amigo.

Let's get that fucking straight
right now.

Get this fucking shit out
of here.

Mia: Hey, you okay? You're
burning up.

Dusty: I'm fine.

Mia: You're not fine.

Dusty: Okay, okay.

Dusty: Maybe it's not so bad.
Maybe I'm okay.

Mia: No, no, honey. You're not
okay.

Please go inside for mama.

Please?

Dusty: Hey dude, can you do me
a favor?

Just guard my camera for me,
okay?

It's on the desk in the room.

Kyle: Okay.

Dusty: No pawning it.

Kyle: Promise.

Dusty: Okay.

Mia: It's okay.

Dusty: I need to see a doctor.

Nurse 1: Did you cut yourself?

Dusty: No. I just don't feel
good.

Nurse 1: Do you have insurance?

Dusty: No.

Nurse 1: There's a free clinic
on Santa Monica.

Dusty: I don't think I can get
there.

Nurse 1: I'm sorry. I can't
help you.

Dusty: I don't think I can get
there.

Nurse 1: Please, don't raise
your voice.

I can't admit you without
insurance

or a recognized form of
payment, like a credit card.

Do you have a credit card?

Dusty: No.

Nurse 2: What's the problem?
Cut himself?

Nurse 1: No. He doesn't feel
well,

but he doesn't any way to pay.

Nurse 2: Thanks for covering.
I've got it from here.

Not feeling so great, huh?

Chills, fever?

It's probably just the flu.

Go home, drink plenty of fluid -
Oh, my God!

Carolyn: Kyle.

Julian: Kyle. Come on. We're
here to help.

You called me. You reached out.

Give us a chance and if you
want, at the end, you can

tell us all to go to hell.

Come on.

Mom: Dear Kyle...

I remember you as a little boy,

always joyful, always -

Kyle: I wasn't joyful, Mom.

I was just pretending to cover
up how

weird I felt in our own family.

Mom: No one ever asked you to
be any different,

even when you came downstairs
dressed in your

cowboy outfit and pearls, honey.

Which killed your father.

Kyle: You left us, how would
you know?

Mom: I didn't leave you. I left
your father.

Kyle: This is a waste of time.
You aren't listening.

And Dad couldn't even bother to
show up.

Mom: I am too listening.

Doctor: It was based on talks
that I had with your sister.

We all thought it would be more
productive today

without your father.

He's really concerned for you.

Kyle: Whatever.

This is bullshit.

Lynnie did cocaine in college.
What's the difference?

Mom: Lynnie!

Carolyn: It wasn't a big deal,
Mom.

We all partied at one time or
another.

Doctor: Listen, 80% who even try
this drug get addicted.

It's considered more addictive
than heroine.

Addicts have a 6% chance of
staying clean, 6%.

So please. Can we just stay
focused on Kyle?

Mia: Where's grammy?

Kyle: She's out front.

Pete: Kyle, come on. Just have
a seat, buddy.

Kyle: You're not my fucking
buddy, Pete.

It's just psycho bullshit.

I like it. I don't want to stop.

Mom: Kyle!

Kyle: Hey! Hey, let her go!

Hey! Let her go!

Julian: Kyle! Stay out of it.

Sonny: You better listen to your
friend, okay man?

Listen to your friend.

You don't wan to fuck with me.
Mia, I am sorry.

I really am sorry. You're just
going to have to find

another social security check
so you can get high.

Mia: I never touched her money.

Sonny: Oh bullshit!

Mia: Why do you think we rent
the house?

Why do you think we rent the
house?

Please, she is the only family
I have left.

She's happy here.

Sonny: She doesn't know any
better. Look at her.

You smoke this... you smoking
this fucking drug

I'm not judging you - but this
awful fucking drug,

this soul destroying drug in
front of her.

Nora: I'm sorry if I did
something wrong, Mia.

Sonny: You didn't do anything
wrong, ma.

Nora: Please don't take my baby
away from me, sir! Please!

Sonny: I'm not taking your baby,
I'm not. I'm not mommy.

Mom, stop. I told you to not do
this shit.

Come on, let's go.

Kyle: Let her go.

(Nora yelling)

Sonny: Hey motherfucker.

Julian: That's enough. Come on.

Sonny: Motherfucker, back up,
Bug dude!

Julian: Enough!

Sonny: What the fuck's with you?
Hey!

You put a hand on me?
Motherfucker.

Mom: Kyle. Stop, Kyle!

Kyle: Get the fuck off me!

Julian: You know what? I'm
done. I can't.

Nora: Mia. What did I do wrong,
Mia? What did I do?

Mia: Go with Sonny. He'll take
care of you.

(Nora crying)

Sonny: Look what you did.

It didn't have to be like
this. Wake the fuck up.

Wake the fuck up. Come on.

This is the saddest shit I've
ever been through in my life.

Mom: Kyle!

Kyle: If I just walked off this
cliff right now,

do you think anyone would care?

Mia: I'd care.

Dusty'd care.

Kyle: Sometimes I think it
might be easier on everyone.

I came out here for this, you
know.

Mia: Oh yeah? The high?

Kyle: No.

My freedom.

A chance to start over, be who
I really want to be.

Mia: Who is that?

Kyle: Not much, just a
fabulously wealthy gay man

with a hugely successful design
business.

That's who.

I am going to quit, you know.

Mia: M-hm.

I just don't need my family
telling me when and how.

They're half the problem anyway.

Mia: I know. I get it.

Kyle: Fucking Julian, man.

Where was he when I needed him?

When he was passing judgement
at me and

kicking me out of my own house?

Mia: You still love him.

Let's go see Dusty.

Kyle: Okay.

Mia: Will you take me somewhere
first?

Pretty house, isn't it?

Kyle: Yeah.

Mia: This is where my kid lives.

Kyle: Ya gonna knock?

Oh my God.

Mia's Girl: You're high.

Mia: This family treating you
okay?

Mia's Girl: Yeah.

I have to go. I'm not supposed
to be talking to you.

(music plays)

(music plays)

Mia: Those are for Dusty.

Kyle: Here it is.

Hey.

Mia: Hey baby.

Nurse 1: Oh, I'm sorry.
Visiting hours are over.

Kyle: Oh, well, can we just
talk to him for a second?

We're family.

Nurse 1: You have to be quick,
okay?

He really needs to get some
rest.

Mia: Thank you.

Mia: Hey baby.

Dusty: It's good to see you,
man.

Kyle: Good to see you.

Mia: I miss you so much.

Kyle: Yeah, we miss you.

Jude: Excuse me.

Can I talk to you guys out here
for a second?

Kyle: Yeah.

Mia: We'll come back, okay?

Dusty: Okay.

Come back.

Kyle: I will.

Mia: How is he?

Kyle: How is he?

Jude: What are you guys doing
here?

Kyle: What do you mean? We care
about Dusty.

Jude: His name is Luke.

Not Dusty.

You guys make up these names

and you live these lies to get
high, and it's killing you.

And you don't even get it.

Look at my baby brother.

His insides are rotting,

because he's been smoking and
snorting, God knows what,

so he can put cleaning fluid in
his body,

because he thinks it feels good.

When he got here, he had a
peptic ulcer.

It's a literal hole in his
stomach.

The doctors are surprised he
even made it through surgery.

Now, they've discovered that
his small bowel is necrotic,

which means literally dying.

And did I fail to mention he
has blood poisoning

from a sore that he picked so
much that it's an inch deep.

On top of that, he's detoxing.

That alone would have killed a
stronger person,

but he's clean.

He's finally clean.

I wish that you guys would just
give him

a fighting chance to stay that
way.

Please, just stay away.

Kyle: Okay.

Mia: Fuck her, okay? Dusty told
me all about her.

The Ambien that she takes at
night to go to sleep,

the Xanax that she takes during
the day to stay calm.

She smokes weed, okay. She's a
fucking hypocritical ass bitch.

(Groaning)

Bobby: Hey, you okay?

Kyle: What do you want?

Bobby: How's Dusty?

Kyle: Like you care.

Bobby: Is it HIV?

Kyle: No, it's not HIV.

Bobby: Good.

Because I know how meth can
affect your judgement

in the moment.

And you can think, "What the
fuck?

"What difference does it make?"

It does, you know.

Kyle: He's not doing so good.

Bobby: I'm sorry Kyle.

I'll be praying for him.

Mia: Ow. I did it again.

Kyle: Yes you did.

Dusty was right.

High-end hotels, houses in the
Hollywood hills.

Nice to finally be playing
the big leagues.

Just wish he would get
better soon.

(knock on door)

Kyle: Hey.

Jude: Hey.

Is uh... is Luke's camera here?
I'd like to get it.

Kyle: I'd have to ask Luke if I
can give it to you.

He was counting on me to keep
it safe for him.

Jude: Luke's dead.

Kyle: Here's some pictures he's
been taking.

Jude: Keep them. I don't want
to know.

You uh... both seem nice enough,
but

my brother was lovely

and he was smart

And really sweet.

And...

I just don't understand why.

Yeah.

(electronic music plays)

(electronic music plays)

Kyle: Motherfucker!

Billie: Where's the other
musketeer?

Kyle: He's right there.

Billie: (laughs) He's looked
better.

Kyle: You can't expect much
when you're dead.

Billie: What?

Kyle: He died, Billie.

He died on us.

Billie: What the fuck?

Just a second.

This homo's on me.

(glasses clink)

Kyle: To Dusty

Maia: To Dusty.

Mia: Hey baby, can I um...

can I use your computer when
we get inside?

I promise I'll give it back to
you.

Kyle: Sure baby.

What's on the computer that you
need to get in it so badly?

Mia: Oh uh... my kid. She's got
a page online.

Carlos: Where is my fucking
Rolex?

Kyle: No, I...

Mia: Kyle. (knocks on door)

Carlos: He's busy right now,
Mia.

Kyle: Mia!

Mia: Carlos, why is the door
locked?

Carlos: Kyle and I just have a
little business to attend to.

Mia: Carlos, open the fucking
door.

Carlos, for the love of God,
open the fucking door!

Carlos: God's not invited to
this little party, mija.

Neither are you.

Bobby: Open the door or I'm
calling the cops.

Mia: Bobby, fucking shut up.

Carlos: Are you scared now,
little faggot?

Where is it?

I'm not playing no more. Where
is my fucking Rolex?

Oh, no, no. No you don't,
fucker.

No you don't. No, no.

(laughing)

And that motherfucking Rolex is
real.

My old lady bought it for me and
I want it back,

but if you think it's worth
your life,

we can keep playing this game.

Pinky: Good lord. Mia, why do
you have a knife? Put it down.

Kyle: Fuck, man.

Mia: Pinky, he's in there

You've got to break the door
down. Break it!

Carlos: Then again, what have
you got to live for, really?

Mia: Break the door!

Kyle: I didn't take it!

(gunshot)

Mia: Oh God.

Pinky, did I kill him?

Pinky: He's dead.

Mia, really, now? Must you?

Mia, Kyle is okay.

He's okay, baby.

Let's get you untied, let's get
you untied.

Mia: He should've known not to
mess with one of my boys.

Pinkie: It's okay, baby.

Mia: We've got to get you
someplace safe.

You don't think his boys will
wonder where he's gone?

Pinky: Oh, jeez.

Mia: You don't think Carlos is
going to tell all his

fucking stupid junkie friends
that you stole his Rolex?

Kyle: It wasn't real.

Pinky: Real, my dumplings, is
besides the point.

Kyle, you need to go and pack
your bagsb

and hide away for a couple of
weeks...

or three.

Go! Come on, come on, baby. No,
over here. Come on, baby.

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

Let Pinky take care of this.

Okay. We need to clean this
mess up.

Mia, honey, I think you should
stay, okay?

Pinky's got this.

Kyle: Thank you.

Pinkie: Come on.

Pinky: There's a step. There's a
step.

Kyle: Oh fuck.

Pinky: What?

Kyle: My car. My car's gone.

Pinky: What do you mean your
car is gone?

Did you park it on a different
block?

Kyle: No, I didn't. I parked it
right here,

right fucking here.

Pinky: Did you pay those
parking tickets?

It must have gotten towed.

Kyle: Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!

Pinkie: There's nothing about
this moment that Pinky likes.

Nothing at all.

Kyle: We have to use your car.

Pinky: Missy, no, no, no.

(Music)

Kyle: Thank you.

Bye Pinky.

(music plays)

(music plays)

Landlord: Yo, Mr. Peeples.

Landlord: Plan on paying your
rent? Next week's coming due.

Kyle: I know, jeez.

Landlord: Well you know I ain't
running no charity case here.

Kyle: I know. I'll have it.

Landlord: Don't be late.

Putz.

(music)

(music)

(grunting)

(knock on door)

Kyle: Hold on. Fuck!

Bobby: You don't look so hot.

Kyle: Neither do you.

Bobby: Look, it's bareback or
nothing at all, all right.

But, I'll pay top dollar for it.

Kyle: You're my trick?

Bobby: Yeah, baby boy.

You want my cash or not?

(moaning)

Bobby: What's the matter?
Getting your period or
something?

Kyle: You're a 12-stepper.

Bobby: Yeah. It got old.

Life is hard.

(sighing)

Want some?

Straighten your arm out.

Come on, make a fist.

Consider it a tip.

Kyle: Thanks you.

Bobby: See you around, Kyle.

(door opens and closes)

(phone ringing)

Mia: Hey baby.

Kyle: Mama?

Mia: How's my boy?

Kyle: Hi. You've got to come
get me.

I think something's wrong.

Male: I'm not paying you to
talk on the phone.

Mia: Listen, baby, mama's busy
right now, okay.

Can I come out in like an hour
or so?

Kyle: No, no...

Kyle: No, I need you to come
get me now. Please?

Please, mama.

Mia: I've got to go.

(knock on door)

Kyle: Mia?

Pinky: Kyle?

(knock at door)

Kyle, honey, you in there?

Hi baby.

Oh Jesus lord in heaven, you
look awful.

Kyle: I have... I have really,
really bad cramps.

Pinky: Oh baby, what kind of
cramps?

Kyle: They're in my stomach.
They hurts.

I haven't shit in a long time.

Pinky: How long has it been?

Kyle: I don't know, like weeks.

Pinky: Kyle, baby.

Kyle: I can't go in there.

Pinky: Kyle.

Kyle: I can't, I can't.

Just take me to like a pharmacy
or something

and get some laxatives.

Pinky: You're telling me you
haven't tried that yet?

Lord.

Kyle: Thank you, Pinky.

Pinky: You sure you're okay?

I don't mind coming in for a
spell and keeping you company.

Kyle: I'll be fine. Truly,
I'll be fine.

Pinky: Kyle.

You know I don't judge.

It's just... You deserve better
than this.

Pinky wants better than this
for you.

Kyle: Thank you, Pinky.

(coughing)

(music)

(music)

What the fuck?

(yelling)

(moaning)

(groaning)

(shower running)

(shower running)

(music plays)

(music plays)

(phone ringing)

Mr. Peeples: Hello.

Kyle: Dad.

I...

I think I'm in trouble.

If I don't come home now, I...

I think I...

Mr. Peeples: Can you get to LAX?

Kyle: Yeah.

I think so, I think so.

Mr. Peeples: There'll be a
ticket waiting at Southwest.

I'll have your sister come meet
you.

Kyle: Okay.

Thanks Dad.

(music plays)

(music plays)

Kyle: LAX, please.

(music plays)

(music plays)