Original subtitles

Um... Subject: King, just out of County,

participation mandatory

and details to follow.

All right, turn it off.

(SWITCHES CLICKING)

KING: I'm not saying shit till you turn the damn thing on.

(SWITCHES CLICKING)

INTERVIEWER: So, what's your name?

King.

INTERVIEWER: "King."

How did you get that name?

It's always been.

INTERVIEWER: Is that your real name or your street name? Or...

- Just my name. - INTERVIEWER: So, how is...

KING: Can I have a smoke? INTERVIEWER: Sure.

Thanks.

- INTERVIEWER: So, how was jail? - Oh! Fuck.

- Can I say "fuck"? - INTERVIEWER: Yeah.

It says here, "Assault, possession, loitering..."

And that was pretty petty stuff.

Yeah, right.

It's just survival.

A lot of kids tell you they party all night with Axl Rose

or their girlfriend got banged by the Crips.

Or they've seen five guys get murdered or something.

But the truth is, it's not hard.

It's not easy.

It just is.

(KING COUGHING)

INTERVIEWER: You okay? KING: Yeah.

INTERVIEWER: How long have you been on the street?

Six, seven years.

INTERVIEWER: How old are you?

Twenty, might be 21. I'm not exactly sure.

That's a good question, though.

INTERVIEWER: Did you have any brothers or sisters growing up?

KING: Yeah, I got a sister, but she's gone from home, too.

Maybe she'll show up here in Hollywood sometime.

You know, I'll take care of her or something.

I hope she's not into drugs or anything. She probably is.

She might be dead.

INTERVIEWER: What about your mom, your dad?

KING: What about them?

INTERVIEWER: You... KING: Not very comfortable

talking about them? Yeah.

Hey, what the hell? Hey, you with the camera,

up here, I'm talking.

INTERVIEWER: Drugs?

What kind you got? (LAUGHS) Just kidding.

INTERVIEWER: What kind you do? KING: Don't do them.

INTERVIEWER: Hey, look, nobody's gonna see this tape...

KING: I'm not shitting you.

- I just want you to be straight with me. - I'm being straight with you.

INTERVIEWER: You do realize that your participation in this program

is one of the terms of your parole?

Yeah, I also realize you're giving me $10 a pop for these sessions,

so thank you very much.

INTERVIEWER: Is that why you decided to participate

in this program? Because of the money?

KING: Well, it's better than picking up trash on the freeway.

(INTERVIEWER LAUGHS)

Uh, are you done? Is that it? Can I go?

INTERVIEWER: Just a minute. Um, where are you gonna go?

I've been in lockup for two months,

where the fuck do you think I'm gonna go?

INTERVIEWER: You going back out on the street?

Yeah.

(FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH BY MICKEY THOMAS PLAYING)

(SINGING) There's something happening here

What it is ain't exactly clear

There's a man with a gun over there

Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

What's going down now

There's battle lines being drawn

Nobody's right if everybody's wrong

Young people speaking their minds

Getting so much resistance from behind

We got to stop, hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

Oh, everybody look

What a field day for the heat

Thousands of people in the street

Singing songs and carrying signs

Mostly say, hooray for our side

I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

Stop, children, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

Paranoia strikes deep

Into your life it will creep

It starts out when you're always afraid

You step out of line, the man come, he might take you away

We got to stop, hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

Stop, hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

Stop, children, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

Stop, hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

Everybody look

What's going down

Well, it's not too clear

Take a look

INTERVIEWER: What do you do for fun?

KING: (LAUGHS) "Fun."

Uh... Anything we can. Just kick back, or hassle tourists.

Hell, we'd watch ice melt if it was free.

To hell With the devil!

(ALL CHEERING)

I thank the Lord you're here tonight.

ALL: Yeah!

I pray that you find what the Lord wants for you.

(ALL CHEERING)

There is a purpose for each and every one of you. Of us.

And remember, God does not create trash!

- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) - (ALL CHEERING)

(SINGING) So there I was, just waxing up my board

INTERVIEWER: Do you have friends?

No, I got a family.

INTERVIEWER: It says here, you haven't been with a family for...

My friends are my family.

Of course, you can't trust them for shit,

but once you know that, it's cool.

Greg! Greg!

While I choked from the sulfur smell

I said, "Dude, where are the chicks?"

Hey, Greg! Shut up!

You should have listened to the preacher

No waves to rip a six-foot swell

Sorry, bud, no surf in' in hell

- Who threw that? - CROWD: He did.

King, man, shit.

Hey, did you miss me?

Why did you do that, brother?

Because you got terrible extensions in your hair.

- And 'cause you're shitty. - (ALL LAUGHING)

- That's not funny. - Why don't you jump?

INTERVIEWER: What's a typical King day?

KING: A typical King day? INTERVIEWER: Mmm.

(KING COUGHING)

KING: Well...

Hit the streets, hook up with my friends.

You know.

Kick back. Hang out.

Stay out of trouble.

(WHOOPING)

Take him out!

BOUNCER: That's it. That's it. That's it.

That's it.

- (GROANS) 'Hey' Let him go, you fucking pigs

- KING: Little J! - Now! I'm not fucking around, man! Now!

- Put that thing down! - You fucking heard me, man! Now!

You heard me!

Come on, come on.

Come on. Let's go.

KING: They're good people.

You'd like Little J. He's a little shit, man, I'm telling you.

- Skinny little fuck. - INTERVIEWER: Yeah.

He's growing, though. It's wild.

He's hard to keep fed.

That's a tough habit.

Hey, wait up.

- When did you get out, man? - Just a couple of short hours ago.

You on the streets or are you at home?

Fuck them, man. I haven't been home since you got busted.

What the fuck were you doing back there, Little J?

I was saving your fucking ass.

- Don't pull a gun on somebody again. - Get the fuck off me.

- It was stupid. - It wasn't even loaded.

That's even stupider.

- Give it to me. - No.

Yes.

Where did you find this sissy piece of shit anyway?

- In the trash, man. It don't even work. - It figures.

- What the fuck did you do that for, man? - Your own good.

Fuck you! I'm out of here.

GREG: I think you pissed him off, man.

- Hey, Little J! - What?

You want that tat still?

What do you think, man? I've been waiting two months

for the fucking thing.

Come on then.

GREG: So, how was jail, man? KING: Boring. Easy.

- Did you suck any cocks? - Just your dad's.

Whoo!

And they're going into the stretch! Manny goes for the whip,

makes a bid for the outside! Whoo!

(WHISPERS) Go ahead.

Run, motherfucker! Come on!

INTERVIEWER: How do you get by on the street?

KING: (COUGHS) Excuse me, I thought

we just went all over that stuff with the assault

and possession, loitering, all that petty stuff.

INTERVIEWER: Right.

Give it up, motherfucker!

You guys have turkey potpie? This is vegetable beef

and I'm allergic to anything with lard in it. Or...

Do they cook the turkey with lard?

Coming through!

Watch out! Watch out!

Let me, excuse me, pardon!

(YELLING)

Come on! Let's go! Let's go! Come on! Come on!

Going into the stretch! (WHOOPING)

- I did bust your ass, boy, I told you. - (COUGHING)

You can't fuck with this boy in this wheelchair.

See, man, that's one of the advantages to being a cripple.

Oh! Get the fuck out of here.

(MANNY LAUGHING)

Hey, fuckin'...

- You've been in County too long, King. - (ALL LAUGH)

- How you doing? - What's up, baby?

- Hey, you're looking good. - Staying out of trouble?

- I'm trying. I'm trying. - All right.

Let's get off this street corner.

- Hey, you got a smoke? - Yeah, okay, you need one.

MANNY: How was it in County, man?

- What, did you read a couple of books? - Yeah.

- Did you lift some weights? - Yeah, a little bit.

- You suck some dicks? - No, come on.

- Great having you back, though, man. - You're looking good.

You still a ugly motherfucker.

INTERVIEWER: Drugs is the toughest habit.

And friends are tough to keep, too.

INTERVIEWER: Hmm.

I don't know, what do you think? Do you want to tell me something?

You want to tell me some kind of little...

- Little something about your day? - A little...

A little tidbit?

INTERVIEWER: A little tidbit about you? About your day.

Well, I'm just

looking to get out of here and hook up.

- You all right? - Yeah.

- Don't be a puss. - Fuck you.

Yo, King, you gonna crash with us in the hole tonight?

I mean, we saved your clothes and shit.

No, I was gonna look for Devon, maybe get some.

Has anybody seen her?

- GREG: No, man, I ain't seen her. - What do you mean?

I mean, I ain't seen her, man.

What the fuck, you guys? Goddamn!

I told you to watch out for my lady

and so, what? Is that too much to ask or what?

All right, look, King man,

last time we seen her, she was with that kid, Tommy Ray.

- I think she's in his stable. - You've seen Devon with Tommy Ray?

Yeah, she started swinging with him when you got locked up.

KING: Well, just out of curiosity, were you gonna tell me?

- GREG: Yeah. - Yeah? When?

GREG: I don't know.

- Thank God you're back. - Hey, Brenda. Who are you?

- Heather. - KING: You just get here?

BRENDA: Two days ago. She's from Chicago.

- Trip out. Me, too. - Bullshit, you're from Phoenix.

Brenda, you know, the next time

I want you to open your mouth, I'll point at you.

Why don't you sit down? You're making me nervous.

I'm King.

King? As in what, Burger?

- He's the one I told you about. - Yeah, I bet you did.

Hey, you all, I was thinking of

maybe going and doing a little train hopping.

Yeah.

- How'd that be? - Cool.

Greg there's got some speed, don't you, Greg?

(BRENDA AND CRASHER LAUGHING)

I was thinking maybe we'd get some pot, some mushrooms.

I don't know.

- Let's get all fucked up. - Yeah, later.

Hey, Crasher, come here.

Come here.

INTERVIEWER: So, why do you think so many kids come out here?

KING: Most kids come out to I.A. looking for Hollywood.

BRENDA: Told you everything would be cool, didn't I?

KING: Usually, it's not what they expect.

- From Chicago? - Yeah.

Crasher, I went in lockup for two months.

I get out, and everything turns to shit.

I took a zip gun off of Little J tonight.

Greg is off tweaking his brains out. And where the hell is my girlfriend?

- I don't know. - Huh?

I don't know.

Well, what the fuck do you know about?

Well, don't look at me like it's my fault.

Crasher, man, you fucked me.

I asked you to look out for everyone.

Yeah, but you shouldn't have done that. That was a mistake.

I mean, shit, man, nobody listens to me.

You know, you're the one they listen to.

Shit, I'm older than you and I don't get any kind of respect.

Before you start pointing fingers, take a look in that fucking mirror.

That's the guy you want to blame.

You know, it's pretty lame how you got busted that way.

You know, and then you just like disappear,

and figure I'm gonna keep tabs on everybody.

Well, guess again, pal.

On Devon?

(SCOFFS) Yeah.

I'm sorry, man, but it's not my fault.

I didn't have anyone else I could ask.

(SNIFFS)

- What are you doing? - You stink.

- That's you, man. - It's not me.

- It's you. - It's not me.

Someone could be dying in the fucking streets and they won't do a thing.

But if you just so happen to jaywalk,

ten of them will come out of the woodwork.

Shit, I got busted last week for jaywalking.

- You got busted for being too fat. - Shut up, dickhead!

King.

The trolls are partying tonight at the western squat.

King...

Why doesn't anybody fucking listen to me around here?

- Hey, mouse. How old are you? - Almost 18.

How come you moved to Hollyweird?

- Just wanted to. - You want to be a movie star, don't you?

- No. - Yeah, you do.

No, I don't.

Why not? I'm gonna be one.

Yeah, after you lose about 100 pounds.

Brenda, I think you have star quality.

Yeah, Julia Roberts, eat your heart out, baby.

- Yeah, sleeping with a fat girl. - Fuck you!

- Fuck you. - Hey, J, come on.

LITTLE J: You bitch, why don't you sit the fuck down.

BRENDA: Don't touch me.

Hey, I heard you had to sleep with somebody to get in this joint.

No, I didn't.

You guys--

- Have you seen Devon? Is she here? - No, I didn't see her,

but let me tell you, Tommy Ray is over there.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

Tommy.

Holy shit!

Well, well, well.

If it ain't the King and his little band of butt pirates.

- LITTLE J: Hey, fuck you, man. - Fuck me? That's what I got in mind.

Who is this guy right here?

Hey, you know, for a kid, you got a great ass.

I could make money with this kid.

- I'm looking for Devon. - Yeah? Who isn't?

Well, I ain't seen the little cunt.

That's not quite how I heard it, Tommy.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Well, don't believe everything you hear. That fucking bitch was stealing from me.

She stole my radio, she stole my rock.

So, naturally I kicked the fucking bitch out.

I mean, the last I heard was that she got her face cut up real bad.

Some freight just came and...

No, no, no. I know her.

She's not robbing or stealing or thieving. Nothing.

So, are you calling me a liar?

Hey, Tommy Ray.

You got your whole life to be an asshole.

- Yeah? - Why don't you take tonight off?

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

Hey, all right, all right, get the fuck off of him.

KING: Be cool. Be cool.

Come on, where is she?

Hey, why don't you do me a favor?

Why don't you bring back your little friend

as soon as he gets some pubic hair.

Fuck you, man!

(CHUCKLES) Pubic hair, that's good.

(SNORTING)

Come on, Greg, don't be needing that.

- Come on. Fuck that. - No.

And fuck Tommy Ray!

You shouldn't have tossed my fucking gun.

I'm glad I did, too. I feel like killing somebody.

INTERVIEWER: Did your family live in the hole

which is under the bridge of the...

KING: Under the freeway, yeah. But not always there.

It depends on the weather and,

you know, who's with us or who's already there,

but that's basically our home.

- I'll sleep with you, King. - Oh, Brenda, now that's sweet.

I'm just not sure I'm up to the challenge.

BRENDA: Why not, baby?

- You should try and get some sleep. - No.

No. You gonna sleep with Heather tonight?

Not tonight.

When I went in lockup, I couldn't sleep for the first week.

I was used to the fucking freeway.

Have to get used to it again.

You having fun?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm totally fucking tweaked.

Can I scratch that for you?

- Can we do something tomorrow night? - Yeah.

- Can we? - Yeah.

I'd like that.

All right, I'm out of here.

King.

- It's good to have you back, man. - Thanks.

It makes me feel better, you know?

- Can I have one? - Morning.

- Hi. - That's the best I can do.

That's good.

Where did you learn that?

I don't know. I've just been doing it forever.

How long you been picking at your nails?

People can come into your life, and you can become very close,

and then they're gone in a week, and you never see them again.

INTERVIEWER: How do you feel about that?

There's nothing I can do about it.

What were you locked up for?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

This bum was trying to rob me, so I hit him with a bottle.

He got three stitches and I got three months.

One month suspended.

Brenda said you killed him.

Yeah, but Brenda, she says a lot of things.

I'd believe about none of them.

Could I ask you a favor?

- What kind of favor? - Just a simple favor.

Maybe.

INTERVIEWER: So, within your family, do you have some kind of code of honor?

KING: Yeah. INTERVIEWER: What is it?

KING: Let's just say we look out for each other.

MAN: (ON PA) Attention, please, now arriving at Gate 5,

Where's the milk? Goddamn.

Fuck, I just fucking bought this yesterday.

You know, I'm sick of this.

Nobody should be allowed in this refrigerator except us.

- Climb in and shut the fucking door. - Fuck you! Fuck you.

Fuck.

You want to slam a speed-ball?

- No, man. - My treat.

No, fuck that, man. No needles.

Good boy. Just say no.

I say yeah.

- When's the last time you ate? - Yesterday.

LITTLE J: Fuck.

I can't get this stupid fucking thing.

J, give it up, man. You're never gonna get it.

Get off.

- You want another burger? - Yeah.

- I'll take one, too, buddy. - Fuck you, little buddy.

Do you want to spend the night with me, baby?

- He likes you. - Oh, yeah?

Definitely.

How can you tell?

I can tell by the way he's acting. He's trying to be all cool.

Bitch is right. Besides, you're a dead ringer for Devon.

- Who's that? - His ex-old lady.

- He killed her. - Really?

Yeah, just fucking stabbed her right in the gut

and cut her up in little pieces.

But don't tell him I told you that, it could get a little messy.

- I won't. - He's very touchy about it.

You know, who knows when he might strike again. He's lethal.

- (SHUSHES) - Here you go.

Thanks.

KING: Brenda, I bought that for her.

Don't you share?

INTERVIEWER: So, what's the first thing you learn on the street?

KING: You try not to get too high, or too low.

You just learn to watch your back.

Shit. Fuck.

(MELISSA ETHERIDGE'S ROYAL STATION 4/16 PLAYING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

HEATHER: I'm telling you, this is crazy. What happens if you miss?

GREG: Then you die, baby. KING: You're not gonna die.

LITTLE J: I mean, you might.

- J. - What?

CRASHER: Guys, here it comes!

(SINGING) It's so hard

To listen to these trains

Outside my window

Here it comes again

And it's calling me, begging me Follow me

KING: You guys go ahead. I'll wait for her.

Let's go! Let's go!

(LAUGHS)

(YELLS)

J!

Oh, yeah! Little J, all right!

Come on!

Okay. It's our turn. Let's go.

- You can do it. - HEATHER: I can't!

Yes, you can. If you can't, then you got to anyway.

Let's go. We got to go now.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

All right!

Hey, Little J! Where's the beer?

Um, they were... They were all out.

HEATHER: What do we do now?

KING: Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Except this screeching and screaming iron

To tell me where I ought to go

Well, I refuse to believe it could happen to me

And you

Whoo!

Well, it's lonesome and it's hard

And it's true

And I hear the train sigh

INTERVIEWER: So, when you guys don't stay in shelters,

and you don't have a curfew,

that's the kind of thing that you do at night?

Yeah, you know,

just kicking back, fucking around.

Just trying to...

Trying to have fun.

Like kids do, you know, like kids. These kids are kids.

Come on, man. Fuck.

Fuck it, will you come on?

LITTLE J: Hold on. GREG: Fuck.

Fuck. God damn it.

- Fuck! Come on, bro. - I'm coming.

Come on.

Fuck. Come on. Come on.

It's about fucking time, man.

- Fuck. You got a light? - (SPITS)

KING: I got high the first time when I was eight.

INTERVIEWER: Ever take heroin? KING: No. /never shot heroin.

INTERVIEWER: But you did other drugs?

KING: Well, pot, alcohol, meth,

mushrooms, acid.

I had a great trip on Hollywood Boulevard one time.

I was like, trying to scrape the stars off the sidewalk.

(INTERVIEWER LAUGHS)

It was totally wild.

You do this?

A couple of years ago.

It's beautiful.

So, what, you've been here about seven years?

Yeah.

In L.A. Three or four here in the hole. On and off.

- You want to go sit over here? - Why?

Why not?

You're a little edgy, aren't you?

Well, maybe I am. I mean, what's this I hear about you killing your girlfriend?

It's a joke.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

Well, I think we're gonna go back to my van.

We got to get something straight between us.

Why don't you come over here and sit by me?

What's wrong?

Nothing. I just don't want to do any more.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

What the hell do you want to do?

Sleep.

Come to think of it, I'm kind of tired myself, I guess.

Here, take my sleeping bag. Make yourself comfortable.

- It's okay. - No, it's okay. I got an extra one.

It's gonna be real cold.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

Thanks.

I got 98.6 over here, by the way.

(LAUGHING)

Body temperature.

Sweet dreams.

(GREG CLEARS THROAT)

(GREG SPITS)

Here, bro, take this.

Fuck.

Oh, shit, man. That's the new BMW.

No, don't fuck with that, man. That one's alarmed.

What the fuck? Yeah, man.

- (ALARM BLARING) - No! Fuck, get out of here, man!

Little J's kind of an artist, though. A graffiti artist.

- INTERVIEWER: Yeah? - Yeah.

You've probably seen his tag all over town. It's like,

you know, an "I" with a wide bottom that goes into a

LJ.

It's all up and down Cahuenga. Every block.

One night he said he was gonna get every block

up to the freeway.

And he did.

Fuck!

Fuck!

You little fucker! Hey, little fucker!

Come here.

Problem?

- (BOTH GRUNTING) - Yeah, one named Little J.

Hey!

- Fucking asshole! - What did he do?

He almost got us busted

and then he dropped the fucking stereos that we already fucking had!

Come here.

Leave him alone, you're stronger than he is.

FUCK you!

I'm out of here!

- Where you going? - What the fuck do you care, man?

I give you guys everything. My money, my fucking drugs,

and all you do is stick up for this little faggot!

- Forget about it! - Fuck you, I'm out of here!

- LITTLE J: Fucking speed freak. - Shut up, J.

Shut up.

Go to bed.

Is she staying with us, too?

(FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH BY MICKEY THOMAS PLAYING)

Just go to bed.

(SINGING) What's going

Hey, hey

Excuse me, can you spare some change? A penny? Anything, please?

Can you spare some change so me and my sister

can get something to eat?

Excuse me, sir, could you spare a little change

so my father and I could get a little something to eat?

Hey, fuck you, "your father." You Axl Rose-looking-motherfucker.

I ain't your fucking father, man.

Got any spare coins, bitch? Please, give me some money!

Excuse me, sir, sir, could you spare some change

so I can give my horse some feed?

Just a little something, sir.

Thank you very much. Thank you very much.

- He's got an unfair advantage. - (MANNY VOCALIZING)

Hello, Officers.

Why don't you cut the bullshit? Were you at the bus station yesterday?

No, I wasn't at the station. No, I wasn't.

You're on parole, aren't you?

Yes, sir. And I'm obeying all the terms of my parole, I assure you.

Let's hope so. Why don't you get your butt off my car?

Yes, sir.

Get out of here.

- What's your name, miss? - Heather.

Come on.

My mother would die if she knew I was being harassed by cops.

She says you have to contribute to society.

- Your mother talks a lot of shit. - Yeah.

I'm sure she's a very nice lady. She's got to be real pretty.

KING: What's one of my lines?

INTERVIEWER: Yeah, what's one of your lines?

(KING SNAPS FINGERS)

KING: Buddy, can you spare a dime?

That one doesn't usually work.

But, no, you can say pretty much anything.

People, you know, they can tell when you need money.

And when I get money, I give it to somebody

that's less fortunate than me.

So, I figure, it goes around.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

-ls Ted here? - Ted.

- Who is it? - Greg.

- Aspirin? - No, man. I'm trying to quit.

- So, what do you need? More meth? - Yeah, man.

That shit will drive you crazy after a while.

Sure you don't want to slam one of these?

No, man.

Suit yourself.

Just say no.

(MOANS)

Here you go, man.

- Hey. - (CHUCKLES)

Where's the cash you owe me. Hmm?

Man, I'll get it.

Come back when you do.

Well, I just thinking maybe you could front me a little bit.

No can do, bro.

Can't do that no more. Times are changing.

Or maybe I could make a run for you like I did that one time?

Get the cash you owe me and take a shower. You stink.

Now, out of here. Come on.

(DOOR OPENS)

INTERVIEWER: You do spare-changing, and stuff like that,

but you don't walk the streets.

What does "walk the streets" mean?

It means I never had to fuck anybody for money.

INTERVIEWER: But you've seen lots of kids do it.

KING: Yeah. You see lots of kids do it.

Boys and girls. You know, when they're growing up,

they never think that's how it's gonna turn out,

and they wake up one morning, and then, there they are,

doing it, you know.

- Hey, Kimmy. - Hey, Little J.

- Where you staying? - The Hills Motel.

- How many people you got? - Five.

- Who? - Some of Rob's asshole friends.

- How much you paying? -$7. Unless a trick buys it for us.

- Can I use your shower? - Yeah.

- Hello. Hi, is Dave there? - Can I use your shower?

- Yeah. Go ahead. Go for it. Go. - I smell like rag.

All right. Thank you.

Hi, yeah, Dave. Hi, it's Kimmy.

Do you want to have a date tonight?

It's that first time that gets them. I've seen them.

I've just never had a first time.

HEATHER: Where are all the hookers at?

KING: Most of the scuzzy ones work downtown or in the Valley.

But a lot of them go through those escort services.

Excuse me, sir, me and my sister haven't eaten for a couple of days.

Could you help us out?

Thanks.

King.

- Have you ever... - No. No.

Not unless you count sleeping with some girl

just to have a place to lay your head down,

shut your eyes.

- Know what I mean? - No.

Good.

Oh, my goodness, what's that?

(LAUGHING)

INTERVIEWER: So, what happens when the cops bust a squat?

Well,

usually they're pretty cool, but I have to get the kids out of there

'cause they'll run them through missing person or runaway, you know.

They'll just send them on home so...

I wouldn't let any of my friends go home.

It's worse there.

I swear.

And the hardwood floors were redone about a year ago.

(DOOR OPENS)

Kellin, can I call you back? Someone's at my back door.

Okay, thanks, bye-bye.

Well, look who we have here.

You've been gone, what, two months this time?

Greg, can I ask you how long you plan on staying?

Greg, talk to me!

"Shut up! - Greg!

- I'm calling your father! - GREG: Fuck you!

KING: Man, I wouldn't let any of my friends go home.

LITTLE J: Hey, thanks for the shower, man.

ROB: You look like a drowned rat.

LITTLE J: Hey, Rob, how old are you? ROB: What's it to you?

LITTLE J: I don't know. Just asking.

ROB: I'm 22, but I could pass for 17. Why?

LITTLE J: You know, I need to buy some bullets, but they won't sell them to me.

What do you need them for?

Ah...

Let me see that.

See with your eyes, not with your hands.

You're an asshole.

Will you buy them? I mean, I got the money.

Well, maybe, if you do something for me.

Like what?

I got this trick later, but I don't want to see him. I'm busy.

Maybe you can go in my place.

No way, man, I'm not down for that shit.

He's a cool old guy, he won't even touch you.

- You don't need to touch him or nothing. - No.

Okay.

Sure is a sweet gun.

What's the use of a gun if you ain't got no bullets?

It's pretty fresh.

Okay, it's your loss. I mean,

it sure is a shame you don't got any ammo for that fresh gun.

Fucking dick.

Cheap piece of shit.

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MR. BURNS: Greg.

- Greg. - (KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Greg, can you open the door?

Greg.

- Open the door, son. - (KNOCKS ON DOOR)

What do you want, Dad?

Your stepmom and I want to talk to you downstairs.

Dad, we got nothing to say, man.

MR. BURTIS: Just open the door, I want to speak with you downstairs.

(SIGHS)

Open the door!

GREG: What do you fucking want?

We want to talk with you downstairs.

I don't see what there is to talk about. I'm 17 years old. I can do...

- What the fuck is he doing here? - Greg, you're under arrest for theft.

- I didn't steal a fucking thing! - You took the jewelry.

- You get what you deserve Greg! - You fucking bitch!

- You put him up to this! - You need help!

GREG: God damn it!

You're quite young, aren't you?

Yeah.

I sell those. If you ever need one, just let me know.

Okay.

Well, uh...

Could I get you something? Maybe a Coke or some juice?

An ashtray would be nice, thanks.

Now look, nobody smokes in this house.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Look, I got to get going.

Why don't we take care of business, all right?

- Business? - Yeah, you know,

a jerk-off or whatever turns you on.

Could I ask you a question?

Yeah.

When was the first time you had sex?

I was about... About 12.

Who was it With?

This chick at school.

When was the first time you had sex with a man?

About 10 or 11, I guess.

So, you had sex with a guy before you had sex with a girl.

Yeah.

Who was it With?

My uncle.

Oh.

Look, I know you're paying me, but what is this crap?

- Did you enjoy it? - Do you want to talk, or what?

What if I were to ask you if I could touch your face?

Would that be all right?

Would you mind?

No, whatever.

This is a good place to know about.

You can come in the afternoon, get something to eat,

some nights you can get a bed if it's not too crowded.

They got a lot of rules, though. I think I broke most of them.

You got to sign in.

I can't stay, I got to go to this interview.

They got me being this community service guinea pig.

Can I be your Habitrail?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Yeah.

We'll see.

Hey, rough butt.

- Hi, sorry I'm late. - INTERVIEWER: That's okay.

So, what's the topic today?

INTERVIEWER: Well, what do you want to talk about?

What? Are you out of questions already?

INTERVIEWER: Mmm.

- Have you seen this one? - INTERVIEWER: Yeah, I saw that.

You did? How about this one?

INTERVIEWER: Heads or tails?

(INTERVIEWER CHUCKLES)

Heads.

INTERVIEWER: Cheating.

INTERVIEWER: Yeah, we got that one.

KING: I know, I'll show you my tattoos.

INTERVIEWER: WOW.

(INTERVIEWER LAUGHS)

- You like that? - That's great.

I got one on my right arm, too.

- INTERVIEWER: Mmm. - I did that myself, left-handed.

- My dad did this one when I was 14. - INTERVIEWER: Really?

Do you still keep in touch with him?

What happened?

I don't know. Um...

I don't know, he's probably dead or something.

See, tattoos weren't his only thing.

He had a taste for all kinds of needles.

INTERVIEWER: You're feeling pretty good these days?

Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good these days.

INTERVIEWER: You got a little cough, though.

Some days I feel good, some days I don't, like everybody else.

Yeah, actually I get along with them really well.

- I needed a short break or something. - Okay, you ready to go?

- Yeah. - I see you met Stephanie.

- Come on. - Thanks.

See you later.

Faggot

(GUNSHOT)

Fucking fag.

Fuck.

(GUNSHOT)

So, what are your drugs of choice?

Um...

- Crystal. - Mmm.

Pot sometimes.

- Coke, if I can get it. - Oh.

When did you start using?

When I was about 10 or 11.

It says here the first time you ran away you were nine.

You ran to your mother. Why the hell did you do that?

I wanted to live with her, but her and I don't get along so good.

Mmm.

What about your father, you, uh, like him?

- Yeah, he's all right. - But he got you arrested.

Yeah, well, life goes on.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, life goes on.

You know, I got to tell you, you're a very lucky guy, you know that?

See, you've been given a second chance here.

You could have just gone straight to a lockup,

but you're in a rehab.

I got to be honest with you, I'm a little hesitant to take you in.

See, you have this habit of running away.

What's my guarantee that you're not gonna run from us, huh?

Well, I need help with my problem.

Excuse me, Miss, can you spare some change?

All I want is a little something to eat.

Skank!

How you doing, cripple?

Hey, Tommy, get your stinking-ass breath out of my face.

- Let's take a ride. - Hey, Tommy, get the fuck off me.

- You gonna wiggle out of this thing? - Tommy, get the fuck off me!

You're infringing on my fucking civil rights, man.

Shut the fuck up.

- Fucking bitch. Get off of me. - Calm down.

Leave me the fuck alone, man! I didn't do shit to you, man!

Tommy, leave me the fuck alone! Get off me!

Relax, asshole, I'm just looking for King.

Have you seen him?

I think I did see King, I think he went down to the corner.

You know, your grand mama's down there spit-shining dicks again.

There's a deal on balls today, two for the price of one.

- Hey, man, get the fuck off me! - I just asked you a question.

- Didn't you hear me? - Yeah, I fucking heard you.

Yes, sir.

Suck my fucking dick!

Yes, sir, asshole.

- Yes, sir, asshole. - No!

Just, "Yes, sir."

Yes, sir.

That's better.

Where do I find King?

- Down at the hole. - The hole.

Nice hat.

- You know, Tommy, you're a punk bitch! - Oh, yeah.

Almost forgot something.

(GROANING)

- Hello, family. - ALL: Hello, Cynthia.

We're taking away radio privileges

until you can learn what being a family is.

Also, welcome a new family member. Say hello to Greg.

- ALL: Hello, Greg. - What's up?

- TOMMY: Hey, where's King? - He's up there, man.

(WHISPERING) King. King, get up.

- King, get up. King! - (GROANS)

HEATHER: Somebody help!

Help!

BRENDA; King!

- HEATHER: Leave him alone! - (BOTH GRUNTING)

Leave him alone!

(GROANS) - HEATHER:Help!

Help!

No!

(GROANS)

BRENDA: Little J...

(GUNSHOT)

BRENDA: Help.

Oh, fuck.

(PRECIOUS PAIN BY MELISSA ETHERIDGE PLAYING)

J...

(SIGHS)

BRENDA: Hey, King.

- Are you okay? - CRASHER: Come on, let's go.

BRENDA: Let's go. Come on.

CRASHER: Shit!

(SINGING) To their own fear

Everybody hides some scar

Ooh

Precious pain

(GROANS)

Empty and cold But it keeps me alive

I gave it my soul So that I could survive

Keeping me safe in these chains

Precious pain

KING: Ah, shit.

- HEATHER: You okay? - Yeah, it's okay.

What are you doing?

I got to see what's keeping Crasher so long.

It's okay, I'll do that, okay, stay here.

Each road that I walk down reminds me of you

This whole town is haunted

There'll never be anything new

Precious pain

Oh, God.

Come on.

- What? What is it? - We got to get out of here, okay.

Give me your arm. Give me your arm. Crasher's in trouble.

Keeping me safe in these chains

Precious pain

INTERVIEWER: You have trouble with the cops?

KING: You got to always watch the cops.

They're gonna bust you for loitering, just so they can find out who you are.

I always tell the kids to stay off the streets

until after school's out, it's easier.

INTERVIEWER: What do you really feel about me coming in here,

asking you questions, putting it on tape?

Well, I feel like I have to, but...

I feel better about it than I thought I was going to.

You know that runaway shelter? They got this thing, this...

This program where they contact kids' parents, and they arrange it

so that they can go back home.

So?

So, you can go back to Chicago.

I think you should.

I don't want to go back.

Do you want me to go back?

I think it might be a good idea.

You don't seem to realize we're in a lot of trouble.

- I know that. - Then, why are you acting like a jerk?

-'Cause you're an asshole, that's why. - I'm not trying to be an asshole.

I'm just trying to live my life the way I fucking want to.

You know, everything is fucked up.

This world's fucked up! It's fucked up.

And everybody's miserable, and they're only happy if you're miserable, too.

Lady, will you kindly get out of my motherfucking face?

Shit!

- Did you have to be so rude to her? - Rude? Who's rude?

You are! Can you blame the little lady for looking at you?

I'm looking at you. You look like a fucking fool,

you got spit coming out of your mouth.

Can you yell a little louder? Yell a little louder?

Come on! Come on!

Sorry.

Shit.

It's okay.

But I'm not leaving town unless you're coming with.

Sorry, lady-

- You're mad. - You're embarrassing, get away from me.

What the fuck are you doing here?

He's staying with us, I told you that.

- You told me fucking shit! - I did fucking tell you three times...

He's staying with us, he's helping out with the rent!

- Yeah? - Chill out, man. Chill.

Shut the fuck up!

- Calm down. - You're a slut.

- Shut up. Fuck you! - You little slut.

-$7, you got it? - No, not yet.

Well, then go get it.

- Did you smoke my pot? - No.

- Fucking better not have. - Hey! Get the fuck off me!

KIMMY: Shut the fuck up! ROB: Shut up! Shut up!

What the fuck are you looking at?

(OCCASIONALLY BY MELISSA ETHERIDGE PLAYING)

(SINGING) Saw you with your new friends

You wear them so well

Excuse me, sir, do you have any change?

Hi, little girl.

Do you have any money on you? Some change or $1 or something?

Could you spare change? Nothing?

I just want to get some money together.

Any change so I can get some food?

Sir, I hate to bother you, I'm just trying to get some...

Mom, I can't, not with him there.

(CRYING) No, Mom, I got to go, all right?

I just wanted to call you and tell you I'm fine.

Bye, Mom.

I'm only lonely

After dark

I'm only lonely

When I watch my TV

I'm only lonely

Occasionally

- How do you feel? - I slept.

How did you do?

No shit.

That's like $30.

We should have been down here the whole time.

- Pretty good, huh? - I'd say it's incredible.

Well, now we can eat, I'm starving.

We can get a motel room.

Shit, that's a waste of money.

Well, I earned it, so end of discussion.

- Well, I guess you're the boss. - Yeah.

- Is that right? - Come on.

You Okay?

KING: Ow! Ow!

Whoo!

Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness.

- This is great! - Nine point two.

Listen, I can wash all my stuff, I can watch

I'm in a bed, I can watch Laverne & Shirley.

- What? - Nothing, it's nice to see you so happy.

- Well? - Nothing, it's nice.

You're...

(BOTH LAUGH)

- What? - Nothing.

- Okay. Well, I'm gonna go take a shower. - Yeah, me, too.

- Well, you go first. - No, go ahead.

- No, go. - After you.

- No, go, you smell. (LAUGHS) - No, you...

Come on, you had to have known.

You stink.

BLACK: Take Off the hat.

A pimp named Tommy Ray White was killed last night.

Oh, that's terrible.

No, not really,

but we do need some information.

Well, I don't know anything about it.

I'm not saying you do,

but we hope your friend King might.

We just want to talk to him.

Just talk, that's all.

You think you might be able to tell him that

next time you see him?

Yeah, sure, I can tell him that.

I mean, if I see him, you know.

You'll see him.

HEATHER: What's wrong?

Where the fuck did Little J get a gun?

I told him not to fuck with guns.

Oh, man. Fuck.

- Here, let me help. - Yeah.

Jesus!

Yeah, he got me, the bastard.

(KING SIGHS)

I mean, what do you think happened? Do you think he died?

Maybe.

- It's gonna be okay. - No, it's not okay. It's not okay.

We're sitting here like nothing's wrong,

and Crasher's in fucking jail for all I know.

- And where's Little J? It's not okay. - (CRYING) I'm sorry.

It's not supposed to be like this at all.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(GROANS) Shit.

CHARLES: Have a seat up here.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

I was just...

What do you need?

Nothing.

You know...

I do have a spare bedroom if I thought I could trust you.

Well...

I suppose you could stay here a few days.

Would you like that?

That'd be great.

(PRECIOUS PAIN BY MELISSA ETHERIDGE PLAYING)

(SINGING) Precious pain

Empty and cold keeps me alive

I gave it my soul so that I could survive

Keeping me safe in these chains

Precious pain

- Hey, man. - What do you need?

I thought maybe I could get a little taste, man.

You got money?

Not on me, man.

What are you doing here, man?

- I thought... - No.

Precious pain

Why don't you ever ask me anything about myself?

Like what? I just met you.

Well, I don't know. Like, anything. Like, why I left home...

What my family's like, how I got here?

- I know why you left home. - Think you're pretty clever, huh?

- No. - No, really.

I bet you've known a lot of girls like me.

No, I haven't.

So, tell me, why did I leave home?

Man, forget about it.

- No, really, I'd like to know. - Well, one or two reasons.

Either your father molested you or your stepfather did.

You're a jerk.

Why else would you be here?

That painting's really spooky.

Yeah, it's freaky, it looks like the devil.

It looks like the Grim Reaper.

My father didn't fuck me, my brother did.

So, a lot you know.

I'm sorry.

I am.

- Open the fucking register! - Get out of here!

FUCK you!

(MAN GROANING)

Motherfucker, sit down, back off! Stay the fuck down!

MAN: Fuck you!

I call the police on you, motherfucker!

Checkout time was half hour ago.

Oh, shit.

I think we should get up and go and get some more money like we did yesterday.

- It was so good on the pier... - Listen.

- Get something to eat. - Listen.

That money, that's some of the money I had with me from Chicago.

Oh.

I didn't make anything on the pier.

Why did you lie to me?

I don't know, maybe I just thought I had to.

- I can't stand it. - What are you mumbling about?

- I don't want you to be me. - What are you talking about?

I don't want you to be me, mouse.

I see people on the street every day, and then just see myself...

And I don't want to see you. I don't want to see that happen to you.

It won't happen to me.

It won't happen to us, I promise.

Collect call from Greg.

- WOMAN: Hello? - Hi, Mom.

Greg? Greg, where are you? What's the matter?

- Nothing. - Greg, are you all right?

Hove you.

Greg? Greg?

(CHARLES PLAYING PIANO)

CHARLES: Do you skateboard? LITTLE J: Yeah.

Well, I used to when I lived in Boston.

CHARLES: How long you live there?

LITTLE J: About 13 years.

And then I moved to New York for a while,

and then I came here.

- Did you like New York? - No.

- Well, you're a long way from Boston. - Yeah.

Why did you leave?

(LITTLE J CHUCKLING)

- I broke my probation. - Yeah? What did you do?

Assault and battery.

But that's bullshit, I never should have gotten it.

All I did was hit this teacher after she tried to hit me.

And she never got in trouble for it, fat bitch.

If I saw her again, I swear to God, I'd hit her.

(GRUNTS)

Jesus Christ, man.

You look like shit.

So?

Your old man got you busted, huh?

- Yeah. - Man, life is a real bitch.

How long since you slept, anyway?

I don't know, four days? (SNORTING)

You got to sleep, man.

Ah, it's too hard, man. It's too hard.

You want some vodka?

No, fuck that.

I could do that all night, that ain't gonna help.

So, what do you want me to do about it?

You want some help?

Huh?

- Yeah. - What?

- Yeah, I do. - All right.

Only doing this so you can sleep.

Starting tomorrow, I want you to out down on your speed.

Cheap-ass drug, man.

Does it hurt?

- Man, is it gonna hurt? - No.

Lights out, boy.

- You got the law after you. - What?

Yeah, they think you killed Tommy Ray.

Me? I didn't kill him. I didn't touch anybody.

- He didn't do anything. - I know he didn't.

- I know he didn't. - I'm gonna kill Little J.

Oh, man, I can't go back to jail. I can't.

CRASHER: What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Well, I'm leaving.

- KING: Where are you going? - Dallas.

Dallas?

Yeah, Dallas.

You ought to come with me too. Shit! It's great there, man

Yeah, we should. Huh?

- You wanna go to Dallas? - Yeah. Fuck yeah, you should.

I'm gonna get myself a big old lady with some fucking gnarly, fucking...

- You know what I mean? - KING: Yeah.

Maybe a couple a pit bulls? How'd that be?

- Sounds good, doesn't it? - I don't know.

Well, don't think too long, King. 'Cause as soon as I score some speed...

Like I need it, I'm off like a bride's nightie.

- What's that smell? - That's you, motherfucker.

- That is you. - That's you.

- That's you. - No, you smell very bad.

- It's you. - You're a handsome devil, but you stink.

You stink.

No, seriously, though, man, you all ought to come with me.

Fuck, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you meet me back here in, say, like a half hour?

- Come on, man, let's go! - Yeah, you're right.

- Fuck this place. - You're right. I got to get out, too.

We'll get Little J and Greg, and maybe we'll come.

Yeah.

Anyway, if I don't see you, it's good knowing you.

- Yeah, you, too. - Yeah. Have a good life.

- It's nice to meet you, Heather. - Take care.

Later days and better lays, you all.

- You didn't do shit. - Yeah. Well, that doesn't matter.

(CARTOONS PLAYING ON TV)

(CHUCKLES)

I want you out of here.

MAN: (ON TV) How do you like that?

(LAUGHS)

I want you out of here now!

I heard you the first time!

(CHARLES GROANS)

No, don't hurt me, don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me.

(YELPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CHARLES CRYING)

(GREG GROANING)

Oh, fuck.

Oh, you gave me shit, man.

TED: What the fuck are you talking about?

You tried to cheat me, motherfucker! You gave me shit!

Dig this, man! I don't cheat nobody!

- I don't cheat nobody. - (WHIMPERS)

You wanna buy from somebody else, kid, you do it.

'Cause, I don't want to sell to you no more.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ted.

You just can't handle it, man.

- I can.I can. - Sit down.

I'm sorry, man.

I didn't mean it, man.

I'm sorry.

You're practically my brother, man.

If I would have known you couldn't handle the smack,

- I never would have given it to you. - I can handle it.

TED: The fuck you can!

Look at you.

You stink, man. What the hell is wrong with you?

- Nothing. - Nothing! Fuck that!

I'll tell you what's wrong with you.

You're a spoiled little shit who's ended up on the streets

and thinks he's a bad man with an attitude.

You're nothing but a punk, man. That's it!

A punk who can't handle his drugs!

Fucking pathetic.

All right. From now on it's cash only.

Maybe that'll help you slow down a little.

You still got cash, don't you?

All right. What do you want?

- A quarter? - No.

I'll give you a $20 piece.

- That's it. - Okay.

Show me your cash.

- Have you seen him? - You just missed him.

And too bad for you.

He had a bunch of money and bought me this food.

- Where'd he go? - Hey? Hey!

- Where'd he go? - To score some speed from Ted.

Shit. Thanks.

Young love. Sheesh.

- You just do like we said, all right? - Okay.

Just leave it to me. You stay in the hall.

- You got your money? - Right here.

Is he here?

- Ted. - Look out, Vikki.

- What the fuck? Ted! - Where's Greg?

Ted, where's Greg?

- Greg's here, I know he is. - What can I do for you, man?

- Just stay the fuck out of my face. - Sure.

Greg?

Shit!

What the hell are you doing?

- Hey, King. - What are you doing?

What's up, bro? What?

- Look at yourself. - What?

Look at yourself. How do you feel?

What? It's cool, man.

It's not cool, Greg!

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

We're in big trouble, all right?

Little J, Heather and I are leaving on a bus tomorrow.

- What happened? - Somebody got shot.

All right? But you're coming with us.

- Where're we gonna go? - I don't know. Some place cheap.

We'll just get on a bus and go where it's going.

Okay? What do you say?

Will we be together?

- Yeah, all of us. All right? - Okay.

All right. Just get the hell up. Get your shirt on.

I can't, wait. I'm too high for the street, man.

Listen! You'll do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it.

- I'm too high, man. - Listen.

Look, no more drugs. Here, take my money.

This doesn't mean anything to me.

- I can't believe a word you're saying. - On my honor.

I just need to know you're gonna be there.

On my honor, I'll be there.

I'm trusting you.

I promise.

All right. Noon.

Noon.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- What? What am I... - What's wrong?

I tell Greg and then, where are we gonna go?

What city? We just gonna pick a city?

What's gonna change?

Maybe we'll find a freeway underpass or a nice squat.

Or maybe I'll just get my shit together and get a job!

This ain't right.

I told Greg that everything would be fine.

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I have no right. I have no right.

I can't promise anything.

No, you can't. You can't promise anything to anybody.

You mean the world to them.

I just want them to see

how to look out for themselves better.

They love you.

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Little J, are you home?

Little J.

Where you been?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

- No, man. Fuck! - What are...

Fuck! Man, I didn't mean to shoot him.

I fucked everything up for us.

I'm sorry, man. I'm fucking sorry. Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Man, I'm fucking sorry.

I didn't mean to fucking shoot him, man.

I know, J. He tried to kill me. You saved my life.

Man, what the fuck, what are we gonna do?

- J, cool it. Cool it. - J what?

We're leaving. We're splitting town.

You're gonna come with us, okay?

Where? Where the fuck are we going, King?

- Listen to me. - What the fuck do we have?

-No!

I'll take care of you, J.

- Listen. Listen. - What?

I'll take care of you.

Will you come with us?

Come on, J. Come on.

- Come with us. - Yeah.

Good. Come on.

- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! - Hey? Hold up there.

Police officers. Wanna ask you a couple of questions.

- Why? - Got a couple of questions to ask you.

- I didn't do anything. - That's all right.

(TIRES SCREECH)

God damn it!

- Get up! Get up! - I didn't do anything!

- Fuck you running for? - I didn't do anything!

Shut up! Jesus fucking Christ.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

Look. We're not gonna take you in.

We just wanna ask you a couple of questions, that's all.

Where the fuck is King?

I don't know King.

- You're a fucking liar. - I never heard of a King.

- I don't know who King is. - You're a fucking liar.

He's a friend of yours. You're lying. Where's King?

- I ain't seen him. - Oh, yeah?

What were you running for? What do you got on you?

- What were you running for? - I ain't seen him, I swear to God.

I ain't seen him since he's been in jail.

What's that, huh?

You're a lowlife scumbag, you know that?

All you had to do was share a little information with me, where King was.

- Well, now you got a real problem. - What do you want from me?

You're going to jail. You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything you say

can and will be used against you in court of law.

- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (SINGING) say

Goodbye

You did the right thing, talking to the cops.

You save yourself.

Save yourself.

Fuck King, man. Fuck him.

You did the right thing, little bro.

Come to me, okay?

Good. Good.

What have you got?

No, J, you got to roll it over your knuckles.

You'll get it when you get a little older.

MAN: (ON PA) Bus number 420...

We can't wait. We got to go.

- What about Greg? - We can't wait. Let's go.

...is now boarding to Gate G.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

- Which way to Departures? - Right that way.

KING: Shit!

Where the hell is Greg?

You guys wait here, I'm gonna check again.

(YOU CAN SLEEP WHILE I DRIVE BY MELISSA ETHERIDGE PLAYING)

(SINGING) Come on, baby Let's get out of this town

I got a full tank of gas

MAN: (ON PA) This is the final call for bus number 420.

Service to Riverside, Indio...

Fuck, Greg.

I don't wanna be left alone

So, baby, you can sleep while I drive

I'll pack my bags and load up my guitar

Oh, shit. I fucking did it.

I got some money I saved Enough to get underway

And, baby, you can sleep while I drive

- Hey, King, I did it. - Hey! Freeze! Don't move.

We'll go through Tucson up to Santa Fe

And Barbara in Nashville Says we're welcome to stay

I'll buy you glasses in Texas A hat from New Orleans

In the morning, you can't tell me

- Put the gun down, son. - Come on, put it down.

Don't. Little J, put down the gun. Don't make a mistake, son. Don't.

Come on, put it down.

KING: Put it down. Put down the gun. What are you doing?

- LITTLE J: Fuck that, man! Fuck them! - Don't, man! Don't do it.

You've been looking for something That's not in your life

My intentions are true Won't you take me with you?

And, baby, you can sleep while I drive

(INAUDIBLE)

Oh, is it other arms you want to hold you

The stranger, the lover, you're free

Can't you get that with me?

Come on, baby, let's get out of this town

I got a full tank of gas

With the top rolled down If you won't take me with you

I'll go before night is through

And, baby, you can sleep while I drive

INTERVIEWER: How do you see your future on the street?

What do you mean?

INTERVIEWER: I mean, do you see yourself always on the street?

- Or, do you see yourself getting off it? - Look, If you got a plan,

I'm willing to listen.

I'm just trying to, you know... It's like, what about love?

What about it?

Well, what if you fell in love with something?

Wouldn't that make a difference?

Yeah.

In fact, I got somebody now.

His name's Waldo. Big, cute black guy. I met him in the cell-block.

- INTERVIEWER: Really? - Yeah, sure.

No, just some chick I met.

- INTERVIEWER: Tell me about her. - No.

- INTERVIEWER: Why not? - Because! Because, what's mine is mine.

And if I share it with you, then it becomes less mine.

You understand?

Her name's Heather.

She's very beautiful.

So, you got it out of me.

- You're such a character, King. - Fuck that.

Look, can I get my $10 and get the hell out of here, please?

INTERVIEWER: Why, sure.

I think it was a really good session today.

Good.

INTERVIEWER: Are you okay?

I'm fine.

- You got a cigarette? - INTERVIEWER: Um, yeah.

Thanks.

Are you sure you're okay?

INTERVIEWER: It's been a long time.

Look, I know you just turned 18.

I don't know your history, but...

Maybe you want to think about giving home a try.

My home's here.

Okay.

He's ready.

(FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH BY BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD PLAYING)

(SINGING) There's something happening here

What it is ain't exactly clear

There's a man with a gun over there

Telling me, I got to beware

I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

So, what's up?

You always been such a pain in the ass?

Yeah.

There's battle lines being drawn

Nobody's right if everybody's wrong

Young people speaking

Excuse me, you got a dime, a nickel?

Hey? How was it? Suck any cocks?

- Just your dad's. - Excuse me, ma'am.

Could you spare some change for me and my little brother?

What a field day for the heat

A thousand people in the street

Singing songs and carrying signs

Mostly say, hooray for our side

It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

Paranoia strikes deep

Into your life it will creep

It starts when you're always afraid

You step out of line The man come and take you away

You better stop, hey, what's that sound?

Everybody look what's going down

You got to stop hey, what's that sound?

INTERVIEWER: If you could put out one thing...

Put one thing out there about King's philosophy,

what would it be?

KING: If you keep everything simple, you'll do okay.

You just go where the day takes you.

(TESTIFY BY MELISSA ETHERIDGE PLAYING)

(SINGING) Morning's hard

Coffee's cold

Pretending that the days mean more than getting old

Stale headlines

Others drenched in pride

Marching to their drum With fear standing beside

But if I close my eyes And throw back my head

I can see his face And I hear the words he said

And my memories ache And my senses burn

Did he dream too late? Will we ever learn?

I, I want to testify

My love still lives and breathes And my soul is screaming why

The thoughts won't let me sleep

Don't let hearts break and don't let children cry

Before it gets too late, I want to testify

I take what's said as my daily bread

I turn the page and I turn my head

I pick, I choose on the evening news

Cause by cause they fight One by one they lose

Must I live my days In these concrete ways

Will the fire break through the smoky haze?

And I swear tonight I'm gonna find that place

It's not the love that dies But the understanding ways

I, I want to testify

My love still lives and breathes And my soul is screaming why

The thoughts won't let me sleep

Don't let hearts break and don't let children cry

Before it gets too late, I want to testify

Rip through the wire that screens in my window

Throw open the shades that cover my mind

I'm going to touch and I've got to believe

The bell tolls for me

I, I want to testify

My love still lives and breathes And my soul is screaming why

The thoughts won't let me sleep

Don't let hearts break and don't let children cry

Before it gets too late, I want to testify