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(music playing)

♪ I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar is what I need, hey, hey ♪

♪ Well, I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar is what I need, hey, hey ♪

♪ Said I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ And if I share with you my story ♪

♪ Would you share your dollar with me? ♪

♪ Well, I don’t know ♪

♪ If I’m walking on solid ground ♪

♪ And I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar is what I need ♪

♪ And if I share with you my story ♪

♪ Would you share your dollar with me? ♪

(music continues playing)

(distant chatter)

(distant dog barking)

Fuck it!

- -

- -

- ♪ Look at his car, all I say is... ♪ -

♪Look, mami I’m no good, I’m so hood ♪

♪ Then leave after it’s over, killa ♪

♪ I’m not your companion or your man’s stand-in ♪

♪ Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I’ll be scramblin’ ♪

♪ With lots of mobsters, shop for lobsters ♪

♪ Cops and robbers, listen ♪

♪ Every block is blaka ♪

♪ Blaka ♪

All right, Avi.

Stay strong, Hebrew.

(knocking on door)

- I gotta piss, yo!

I can’t believe you actually got up this early.

Up early? I never slept.

I just left that tattoo girl.

- She’s not a lesbian? - She is.

But she makes an exception for black dudes.

- You’re black? - Black enough!

- You were smoking? - No.

Ah, you know you owe me a hundred dollars if you were smoking.

Yeah, yeah. What’s up with these decks, man?

I gotta get these out of my apartment.

Nobody wants them. Sorry, bro.

What do you mean sorry?

Whatever happened to Mr. I Can Sell Igloos to Eskimos?

You can’t sell skateboards without the skater!

Wilfredo’s officially a missing person now. Nobody can find him.

Fucking Wilfredo, man.

Guy could’ve just told me he hated my graphic.

Don’t take all the credit, Ben.

You heard Wilfredo stopped taking his meds, right?

What are you doing?

I told Ginger we’d be there by 8:00.

I gotta be at work at 11:00. Come on, let’s go.

- Give me five minutes. - Five minutes?

Are you kidding me? Come on.

(music playing)

No, no, no, no. No dancing. No, come on, man. Stop.

Ben: See, that just sounds exhausting to me.

"Exhausting"?

That’s the triple bang session.

Three times before sunrise.

Yeah, well, I’d rather do it once... well.

I do it well, three times.

You don’t chafe from all this?

Yo, Ben, I think it’s been so long,

you forgot what it’s like.

It hasn’t been that long.

Kid: Pardon me, ladies and gentlemen,

my name is Anthony Rogers.

I’m out here today selling peanut M&M’s,

not for no Boy Scout troop, or no basketball team.

I’m out here hustlin’ for my damn self.

So I can make some money and be a positive member of my community

and to stay away from drugs and the disgusting fiends that use them.

- Candy, sir? - Man: No, thanks, buddy.

Oh snap, Ben! Where’d you get those?

I had these before you were born.

How much you want for them?

They’re not gonna fit you.

Not for me, yo. I’ll flip those in an hour.

- Ben: You know how many offers I get on these?

It’s not about money, it’s about respect.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look at you two.

All that respect,

and you still taking the train to work.

When I’m your age, I’m gonna have me a Mercedes Maybach.

- And you’ll be a dope ass chauffeur. - Whatever.

♪ I’m coolin’ in New York, I’m chillin’ in New York ♪

♪ The hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court ♪

♪ The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm ♪

- -

- Oh, morning, sunshine. - Ben: Good morning.

Oh. Ooh! Morning, meth lab.

Meth? Come on, Gingy, I’m old school.

I’m like cocaine and caviar.

Yeah, you’re more like Red Bull and Pringles.

Cam, what are you doing?

Yo, give me like five minutes. I’ll be good to go!

I don’t have five minutes! Artforum is coming at 10:00.

And I had to, like, beg them to cover this show.

All right, well, let’s get something to eat first.

I’ll go to Cosmo’s. What do you want?

Yo, hell yeah. Get me a bacon, egg, and cheese on a roll.

Stop it. You guys, listen. Nobody’s going anywhere, OK?

I put every dollar that I have into this show. I need you guys to focus.

- Why you believe in Tim anyway? - Because Tim has talent.

And if I don’t sell every one of his photos tonight

then I am gonna end up broke, living out of my car.

Your car’s nicer than my crib, Gingy.

You could never be broke. Gingy, come on.

Yeah, in the fund we trust, girl.

Actually, assholes,

I don’t take money from my father, and you know that.

I just need a little bit of help this morning.

Now, can I count on you two or what?

So, um... so my friend Jane

specifically asked me if you would be at the opening tonight.

- Which one’s Jane? - Oh, she’s cute.

She has short hair and she writes for Nylon

and... she’ll definitely have sex with you.

Really?

Yeah, I was... I was actually gonna talk to you about tonight.

- Oh, don’t, Ben. - Gingy, I’m sorry,

but I have officially retired from New York City nightlife, all right? You know that.

I can’t believe you’re still scared of running into Rachel.

I am not.

Why, did... you talk to her? Is she coming, or?

Would that be weird if she did?

No. Not for me.

She might feel weird about it.

You know what, I was gonna make it a surprise,

but... screw it. I want to give you one of these photos.

One of Tim’s photos as a thank you for all the help.

Ben: That’s great. That’s...

I mean, these are like a framed reminder of what losers all my friends are.

Oh, my God. Ew! You know what? I’ve had it.

What, I didn’t even mean to say losers, OK?

I meant to say degenerates.

Gingy, you know I’m coming.

Good.

Shit. I’m late for work.

Cam, peace, man.

- Ben. - Yeah?

Where’s the Barneys tag?

- I lost it. - That’s the third time this month.

I’m gonna have to dock your paycheck $20 to replace it.

Found it!

- Looky, looky. - Yeah, there it is.

Now put it on and keep it on.

Ben? Ben Epstein, right?

- Yeah. - David.

David Kaplan, from high school.

Oh, right! Yeah, David.

- What’s up, dude? - David.

- How you doing? - Good.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I’m doing great. I’m doing great.

I’m actually, I’m managing a little hedge fund.

You know, took a bit of a hit,

but I still got a few pesos to play with.

Here, let me, uh... let me give you this.

This is, uh, Natalia.

- Hello. - Hi.

We gotta hang out, bro.

- I’ll call you. Yeah. - Please.

You should have seen this kid in high school.

This kid used to make these T-shirts

- that were the shit! - Oh...

Hey, hey, you still doing art?

- Well... - ’Cause I collect now, by the way.

You ever hear of Damien Hirst?

Yeah, of course.

I just got one of those.

He needs jeans. Which are cool jeans?

Let me show you some new jeans we got from Japan.

- Yeah? - I think you might like them, yeah.

Are they gonna fit my fat ass?

’Cause I, I happen to be oddly shaped.

(speaking Spanish on TV)

- Mmm. Smells good. - Mi angelito.

Wow, Grandma. Cooking up a feast for us.

It’s not just two of us.

Guess who come home from Ossining?

Your cousin, Rene!

(camera shutter clicking)

He got the good behavior.

He wanted make a surprise for you!

Wow, Grandma, I forgot your Malta at the supermarket.

- I’ll be right back, OK? - Rene: Yo, yo.

Is that who I think it is, man?

My little cousin.

Where you going, man?

Huh?

You didn’t come to visit me,

didn’t send nothing for my commissary.

What’s the matter, papa, you forgot about me?

Never. Never, bro.

- Give me a kiss.

(music playing)

Whoa. What the fuck are you doing?

- You need a lift? - Why do you have Gingy’s car?

Get in.

- Ben: Whoa, whoa.

All right, where we going?

The docks.

Why?

Butter soft Marc Buchanan leather jackets.

Deal goes away in an hour. Get in on this with me.

Hell no, man!

I’m going home to take a nap before Gingy’s opening.

Come on, yo, easy money. We’ll have fun!

Why you so desperate to make a buck all of a sudden?

You get that gay girl pregnant? Huh?

All right, fuck it, I’mma tell you.

- Tell me what? - My cousin Rene came home.

- Already? - And he wants his loan paid back.

What loan?

Huh?

What the fuck are you talking about? What loan?

The five grand for the Wilfredo Gomez Pro Model.

He needs it by Monday.

What? No, no, no, no, no.

You... you told me that was an investment

from a Wall Street guy who owed you a favor.

Investment, loan, what’s the difference?

The difference?

The difference is your lunatic cousin

breaking my fucking arm, man.

Nobody’s gonna break your arm.

Cam, he threw you out of a window over a video game.

That was the first floor. It was a joke.

Ben, relax. I got it all worked out.

We’re good with the leathers.

That’s your idea of having it all worked out?

Bootleg leather jackets?

Well, it’s the leathers...

or we sell coke for my cousin at Gingy’s opening.

All right, if I go with you to the docks...

I’m smoking without a hundred dollar penalty.

Deal.

( tires screeching, cars honking )

Cam: All right, all right, not bad, not bad.

- How many of these you got? - Man: How many you want?

- Cam: Uh... - Is this selvage?

Fuck selvage. That’s hand-dyed indigo from a left-handed weave.

- No way. - Came off a boat from Osaka

bound for jeans shop on West 14th Street until it met me.

- How much? - Three grand.

Hey, yo, Ben, we don’t have three grand. Focus on the pleathers.

Yo, pal, that ain’t no pleather.

What you think?

It’s real.

Name tag’s spelled wrong, straight up bootleg.

Bad news, my dude. These are straight bootleg.

- Yo, they ain’t no bootleg. - Ben: Last time I checked,

Buchanan spelled Mark with a "K."

I don’t give a shit if he spells it with a KKK,

that’s some real leather.

"KKK." Really?

I’ll tell you what?

Give me 500 for the lot and I’ll throw in a blender.

- Four hundred. - Go fuck yourself.

Five hundred it is. Yo, Ben, how much cash you got on you?

(music playing)

Tim: No, no, no. It’s not like that.

See, I didn’t find photography, photography found me.

I was living in a halfway house,

I stole a camera from The Wiz, and I just started shooting.

I mean, true art is all on the streets, everything else is bullshit.

By the way, I’m having a very special deal

on my 20x20 board prints.

Very cool for my Japanese friends.

Konnichiwa. Appreciate it.

Yo, what up, what up? What’s good, man?

- Domingo. Hey, man. - How you feeling?

Dang, Ben, put a smile on that face, man.

- It’s a party. - I’m smiling.

- Oh, yeah? - On the inside, I’m smiling, yeah.

- Well, holla at me later, yo. - All right, man.

- Finally! - How’s it going? You moving units or what?

So far, so good. It’s good so far.

I still can’t believe people actually pay for this.

- I gotta get myself a camera. - Yeah, do that.

- Thank you. - So is Rachel here?

- Um, no, but Jane is. - Wait, I’mma catch up with your pops.

- Leave him alone, Cam. - What are you talking about? Your dad loves me!

- Look, Ginger, I’m really not ready-- - No, it’s fine.

- Hello, Jane. - Hi, Gingy!

This is, uh... this is Ben.

Ben. Hey.

- Hi. - Oh, wow. You OK?

- Yes, I’m fine. It’s OK. - I think I just broke half your face off.

Does anybody need anything to drink? Would you like anything?

- Some ice or somethin’? - No, I’m all right.

- See ya. - OK.

So, um, I think uh... we’ve actually met before.

- We have? - Yes.

You don’t remember?

No, of course I remember. Where was it?

I can’t believe you don’t remember.

Oh, just-- come on, gimme a hint.

OK, fine.

It was at this really beautiful loft in Chinatown.

- Oh, Nico’s loft. - Yes!

That was my birthday party.

I can’t believe I totally crashed your birthday party.

You didn’t bring me a gift, what the fuck?

Um, listen...

I’m having some people over afterwards, you should...

- You should come by. - Yeah?

You know, I don’t know if I can tonight,

but thank you, though.

That’s too bad.

It’s Coldstone Creamery, but for donuts.

I call it Build-A-Nut.

No, Cam.

You pick your own toppings.

Camo frosting for the dudes,

and strawberry-flavored

high-heeled sprinkles for the ladies.

No.

You keep coming to me with these crazy ideas,

and maybe some of them might be good.

But everybody’s got ideas.

Nobody wants to put in the work.

Don’t tell me what you’re gonna do,

show me what you’ve done, and then maybe, finally,

I’ll write you that check.

How many zeroes on that check?

Ah!

(music playing)

Hey, Rachel.

Hey, Ben. How are you?

Um, Ben this is Darren. Darren--

Hey, Ben, nice to meet you.

Darren, hey.

- So, how you been? - Ben: Good.

- Good. - Really good.

- Quit smokin’. Yeah. - Really? That’s great.

That’s good.

Yeah.

Hey, was that you in that photo back there?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me.

- You know, I like it. - Yeah.

Maybe I can use it in the bar.

Yeah, um... Darren is opening this...

hotel in the Bowery, and I--

Darren: She’s got a good eye, this one.

- Ben: Oh, yeah. - Cam: There she is.

Hey. Aww.

Sorry, but I gotta steal this man for a second.

- Oh. - Good seeing you.

Of course. Bye, Ben.

- You OK? - No, I’m fine. Yeah.

Dude, she doesn’t even look that good.

You had her at her prime. N-No offense.

Mm-hmm. None taken.

Mm. After party at GI Jane’s, let’s do it.

Yeah, we should definitely do that.

(music playing)

Woman: Hey, Cam.

- Hey, you made it. - What up, Jane?

- Yo, dope! - Man: Hey, what’s up?

- Hey, Jane. - Hey.

Have you ever tried absinthe?

- Uh, no. - I’m obsessed with it.

But it has to be the real deal. Stuff with thujone--

- That’s the stuff that makes you go crazy. - Crazy, huh?

- Yeah. - Pour me a shot, too, sexy.

Oh, hey. Ben, this is Marco. Marco is a painter.

He just got back from his solo show in Mexico City.

- Oh. - And I sold it out, too.

So, yay for me.

- Wow. Yay. - Jane: Yay.

Hey, I’ll be right back, OK?

All right.

I would tear that ass up!

You would? Really?

Hey, yo, Ben! Uh, Ben!

Will you excuse me?

We’re gonna leave with these Wilhelmina chicks.

- Already? - Mm-hmm.

And that’s what’s happening.

We’re gonna go get some grub at the Blue Ribbon,

courtesy of Harold’s Conde Nast expense account.

- You in or what? - Uh...

Actually, I think I’m good, man.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah?

Oh, you gonna handle that Jane situation?

Oh, something might happen.

- Mmm. - Out the bottle? Really?

- Mm-hmm. - Really?

My lifestyle’s crazy. That’s how I roll.

All right, man, hook up with you later.

- Holla at me, man. - I will. I will.

Yo. Yo, Ben. Thanks for coming with me

to the docks today by the way.

No doubt.

That shit really meant a lot to me

that you’d still do that for me.

- Of course. - Oh--

You gonna help me flip the jackets, right?

Hell no.

Ah, oh-- by the way, if I was you,

I’d push Jane into the bedroom and tongue her down real fast.

- Yeah-- - Don’t wait till 4:00 in the morning to make a move.

- I know you. - What-- me? No, no, no.

I’m gonna go for the triple bang session.

Yo. He who hesitates, masturbates.

All right.

♪ I was out choppin’ cotton ♪

♪ My brother ♪

♪ Balin’ hay ♪

♪ And at dinner time we stopped ♪

♪ And walked back to the house to eat ♪

♪ And Mama hollered out the back door ♪

♪ Y’all remember to wipe your feet ♪

Think we’re gonna bail, Jane.

Let me walk you out.

Bye, guys.

Dude, stop being a cock block.

Marco, aren’t you gay?

Gay? Yeah, you wish I was gay

so I’d let you put your dick in my mouth.

Wow. I don’t even really know how to respond to that.

So, thanks for coming, Marco.

What are you doing, Jane?

Come on, I’ll walk you out.

♪ Pass the biscuits, please ♪

Nice to meet you, Marco.

♪ ...I’ve got to plow ♪

♪ And Mama said it was a shame ♪

♪ About Billy Joe anyhow ♪

♪ Seems like nothin’ ever comes to no good ♪

♪ Up on Choctaw Ridge ♪

♪ And now Billy Joe MacAllister ♪

♪ Jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge ♪

(buzzer ringing)

Rachel: What?

Rachel, I just wanna talk to you.

Ben, you gotta call me tomorrow.

No. No, no, no. Please, please, please.

Please, just give me five minutes, OK?

- No, Ben-- - I’m not gonna try to make out with you or anything.

Unless you want me to.

Please go home.

Rachel!

Rachel! You said we’d always be friends.

What’s up?!

You’re not being a very good friend now.

- Ben: Rachel! - Jesus. Ben, go home!

You look so beautiful right now.

- Rachel: Go home. Shh! - Rachel!

I miss you. I miss--

- Hey, Ben. - Oh.

Darren: Why don’t you just go home, buddy?

You! Hey. Hey, how ya doing?

Why don’t you come down here so I can kick your ass?

Ben: "Buddy"? Who says, "buddy"? Rachel!

I’m not a--

(music playing)

(music continues)

(knocking on door)

Cam: Yo, Ben! Get up, man! It’s time to get paid!

- Go away! - Cam: Yeah, come on, man.

You said you were gonna help me flip the jackets. Get up, man.

It’s Saturday! The flea market is Sunday, asshole. Go away.

Fuck a flea market, man. Come on, man.

We’re gonna go old school, bro.

(knocking on door)

Cam: Real leathers, real leathers! Hundred fifty a piece.

Mark Buchanan butter soft leather jackets. Hundred fifty a piece.

Get ’em while it’s still chilly. Get one for your boyfriend.

There you go, right there. Check one out, check one right there.

Real leathers, real leathers. Mark Buchanan--

OK, guys. Let’s see the vendor’s permit.

What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, it’s right here.

Let’s see it.

Wanna call your friend back here, please?

Yeah. Yeah. I’ll do that.

I can’t believe you bitched out on me like that.

You’re out of your mind, Cam.

Do you think that fat-ass was gonna catch you?

You’re missin’ the point. I’m not running from the police.

OK? Not at my age.

Not over some fake ass leather jackets.

- You did well, man. - What are you talkin’ about?

- We’re three grand short. - So, you’ll deal with Rene.

You’ll figure something out for the rest.

Oh, word. It’s like that now. All on me.

Hey, look, I never wanted to borrow money

from your shady ass cousin in the first place.

Shady or not, at least I’m still going for it.

Not working for the man like you.

What are you, 12?

How long are you gonna keep saying "fuck the man" for?

Until we are the man.

Well, I’m sorry to be the one to break it to you,

but it’s time you grow the fuck up, Cam.

- Like you did? - Yeah.

One failure and it’s a wrap.

Now you’re all grown up working at Barneys.

Ben, I’m sorry I lied to you about that money.

I just wanted us to actually do something for once.

Not just watch as it happens to all our friends.

I know where you can get Rene’s money.

Fuck a downtown loft. It’s all about uptown luxury.

I love all this limestone.

My dudes, welcome to Villa Capo!

Ooh. I guess we know which one of you

paid attention in high school, huh?

Oh, fuck that. I barely graduated.

But anything is still possible in America, baby!

Even for some loud-mouth Jew.

Hey, where’s your girlfriend?

Oh. Oh, the girl from Barneys?

- Yeah. - Natalia? Oh, no, no.

She’s not my girlfriend. She’s a...

She’s a pro. I got her off the Eros Guide.

You know. Hey, you guys want a beer?

Ben and Cam: I’m good.

Sure? All right.

All right! What you got for me?

- OK. This is my boy Tim. - David: Uh-huh?

He is the hottest photographer in the game right now.

He just had his first show this weekend in Chinatown.

- Sold out. - Tim is the man.

I’m telling you, this is a steal at three grand.

I love that. Let’s see it.

OK. Wow. That’s nice, Ben.

- Ben: Sick, right? - That’s real cool.

That’s just not for me, though.

David, I mean, look at this. Really?

- I’m telling you-- - I hear you, you know.

I just-- I don’t do black and white.

- I’m sorry. - Oh.

- Ben: Oh, yeah. - Cam: But, but, David...

You gotta think of this as an investment.

Right. I totally get that, I just--

it’s just not worth it for me, though--

Well, I mean, black and white, I mean--

Cam, Cam...

He doesn’t wanna do it. It’s fine.

I’m really sorry, guys.

Yo, Ben. Ben, bro.

You wanna me to loan you that money, though?

What?

Honestly, you look like you’re about to cry.

No, man, I’m not gonna take your money.

- No, it’s all good! - No.

Actually, guys, you know,

there’s a way you might be able to--

I’m not gonna do that.

...to pay me back. Um...

You don’t happen to know the doorman at Avenue, do you?

- Des. - Des, yeah.

Des, right.

Ben: I play ball with Des every Wednesday.

- You do? - Ben: Yeah.

That guy really hates me.

Is there any way you guys could maybe make him

not hate me so much?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we could do that.

- Really? That would be amazing. - Yeah. You got it.

Crew member: Oh, fuck.

Man, you fucking suck, man.

Up yours, motherfucker. Go ahead. Take that.

- There you go, you fucking dick. - Fuckin’ idiot.

- - Oh, that’s bullshit.

Rene: Yo, bring my cousin in.

Yo, you ever tried this Rasta Monsta stuff here?

- No, what’s that? - Rene: Yeah, man,

I just bought the exclusive tri-state area

distribution rights for this.

Rene: Jamaicans make it, you know.

They put some kind of nutrients in there.

One drink of this shit, you’ll be fuckin’ all night.

- Rene: Ooh, yeah.

White kids are gonna love this stuff, man. Right?

Rene: Hell yeah.

Look at this shit. Hmm?

I didn’t even have to hurt anybody, bro.

My man steppin’ it up. My man.

I guess we’re not the losers you thought we were.

No, you still are.

One look at one of those skate decks,

anybody will tell you that, right, Jabar?

I kinda like the elephant.

Yo. Shut the fuck up, Jabar. Who asked you?

Yo, grab a cup. Grab a cup.

Here you go. Ready?

One for you. One for you.

To not having to break my cousin’s arm.

Go ahead. Go for it. How’s that taste? Like that?

Mmm. Yeah, that’s, uh--

- Rene: Yeah, baby. - ...somethin’.

Shit is good.

- So, Rene. - Hmm?

How would you like to loan us another $3,000?

What’d this fool just say?

What are you doing?

Fuck the man, right, Cam?

(music playing)

Cam: Yo, the kid is back.

Me and Ben, yo, we’re making jeans.

Premium denim. Premium.

Nine hundred a pair,

and don’t ask me for no discounts

’cause I know how you are.

Oh!

- Ben: Get off the phone, man.

Ben: Pick it up! We’re gonna get run over.