All language subtitles for All.Out.Dysfunktion.2016

Everybody get
the fuck out!

Fuck.

Testing.

-One, two.
-Red leather,
yellow leather.

Red leather, yellow leather.
Red leather, yellow leather.

- Red leather, yellow leather.
-

hallway,
gator's room, check.

Carrie.

Ooh, Carrie
on the toilet seat.

And she did,
she did, she did.

She looked like somebody--

hurry up and brush
your fucking tongue,

'cause I have
to fucking go!

Fucking cracker!

White bitch.
Yeah, I said it.

Get your fucking ass
out the bathroom,
i got shit to do.

I know what the fuck
you do all the time in there,

-shit, shit, shit.
-I see your nasty ass.

Fucking keeping
my fucking customers

waiting and shit.

Yeah, yeah,

it's fucking still on.

I'll be there
in a fucking hour.

Don't fuck me over, okay?

Carrie, I will break
the fucking door down.

Fucking white
cracker bitch...

Ooh,
this bitch don't know.

You fuckin' stupid...

Don't you know
i got shit to do, bitch?

Yeah, you'd better chill
with that shit,

don't you fucking throw that
at me.

Don't you know I will wipe
your honky ass up, bitch?

Cum dumpster bitch.

Crazy ass white bitch,

all skinny,
throwing up and shit.

Who the fuck
does that shit?

You ain't never gonna have
an ass like this, bitch!

Never!

Who the hell are you?

Yeah, excuse you, too.

I don't like your face.

Okay, boys,
where was I?

Mama's gonna take care
of all you nasty suckers.

And by the time
I'm done with y'all,

y'all gonna be some
dirty ass wet noodles.

You motherfuckers
want to see me play

with this right?

Well, since
you're all platinum members

of pleasure's paradise,

you motherfuckers

are gonna get
a look-and-see.

Oh, yes.

Oh!

Oh, yeah,
oh, I'm about to squirt.

I'm gonna give it to you
in the style of an orangutan.

Oh, yes!
Yes!

I'm gonna squirt!
Oh!

Oh, I'm gonna give you
the punch of a donkey!

Oh!

What the fuck is going on
around here?

�Ay, "cariba"!
Buenos dias, mamacita!

Shut up!

Have you not seen
all the people

fucking parading
around the house?

Have you noticed
that your nose

is having
a heavy flow day?

Oh, you did,
'cause you jammed

a tampon up there,
good for you!

Shut the fuck up,
all right?

Your breath smells
like a fucking slave ship.

Wow!

Oh, fuck!

Look, you've lived here
long enough,

you know pretty
much anything goes.

Really?
What the fuck is that?

Ah, relax.
It's for my new indie film.

-Gonna be hot! Pa-pow!
-Who raised you?

-I mean, seriously.
-My mom, okay?

I had a very nice upbringing,
thank you.

Listen, you scratch my back,
I'll scratch yours.

Was that you vacuuming
at like, 5:00 am?

You know what?
Eat me, gator.

Nobody scratches
anything for me around here,

so fuck off, okay?

Well, maybe
if you had better skin,

we'd be more willing
to scratch things for you.

Shit.

It's just
a natural reaction

I've had
ever since I was little.

Every time mama
comes real good,

I cry, that's all.

That's it
for pleasure's paradise today.

I'll see all you
dirty motherfuckers tomorrow.

--Whoopsie.

Shit.

Grow some courage.

Always hiding
behind your mask.

Tough horny guy
"curry stick"

- with a long schlong.

How is my little son
doing?

Have you been able
to find a job

with that beautiful,
shiny American degree?

Why are you sweating?

The house is a little hot.

That is all,
that's why I'm sweating.

I'm still freelancing,
web coding

and trying to find
steady work.

But I must
talk to you later, huh?

Why are you rushing me?

Please, papa.
I need more time.

It's really hot.

-More time?
-I need to clean.

Huh, you want to live
like a transient forever?

No, I will not let you
live like that.

You will live like
a very good Indian
hard-working boy.

American culture is not like
Indian culture, papa.

That is why I'm saying
American culture

is very different
from Indian culture.

Indian culture
is very good culture.

Two more months,
no more, that is it.

Yes, papa.

And one more thing.

How is that
American woman?

I understand American woman
very good with the mouth.

Huh?

No hands?
Your mother--

not very good
with the mouth.

Bite sometime.
Eyes pop out, not good.

-Papa, please.
-What happen?

Your eyes pop out?

Don't be shy, ranjit,
i see the way you look at me.

You nasty.

Ranjit, what up?

Dude, I finally figured out
how to make my fingers Dutch.

You hungry?
Want some yum-yums?

Stupid huta.
That's disgusting.

Oh, god,

things are not settling well
from last night.

Where I come from,
people do not burp this way

in front of others.

You are a dirty pashu.

Wait, what's pashu?

Pashu,
an animal, a beast,

a brute.

That is so sweet.

I should get that
tattooed on my heart.

Pashu.

-You are worthless.
-Mm-hmm.

Where's my coffee?

Sorry, dude,
i had a production meeting

this morning
and I was tired.

Needed to drink it all.

What the fuck, pashu?
This is expensive coffee, man.

-Wasn't that good.
-I'm tired of you
taking advantage of my things.

Name four things.

I buy rice,
and you're burning the rice.

-One time.
-I buy curry, and you are
burning the curry.

You're right,
that one's on me.

-That one was my fault.
-My coffee's from India.

Look, your coffee,

I'll buy you some more
tomorrow, okay?

--Good god, this guy is crazy.

-Who?
-That black guy, Tyrell.

Why he gotta be black, huh?

He's got a name.

I don't go around calling you
brown guy ranjit.

Because he's black.

I'm gonna call you
brown guy ranjit, then.

Fuck you, pashu,
i mean, who labels everything?

By name, taste,
spoilage dated,

perfectly matching
containers?

Have you seen him open a door?

Guys, guys,
good morning, good morning,

-good morning.
-Good morning.

Hi! Can you please
do me a favor?

If you're going
to talk about me,

-just do it to my face.
-Fair enough.

And can you please,
please not touch my things?

Especially you, gator,
with your filthy hands.

Well, excuse me
and my filthy hands.

Calm down, Tyrell.
We're just playing around.

Yeah, man,
just playing around,

it's not like
you're the only person

on the entire planet

who uses a handkerchief
to touch his weenie.

All right,
let's just be honest.

Just because
my state of cleanliness

is on a higher level
of consciousness

than both
you two neanderthals,

it's gonna protect me
from bacteria

eating me
from the inside out.

Did you know
that warmth and moisture

are the key components
to bacterial growth?

Hmm? Have you ever heard of
salmonella?

E. Coli?
Listeria?

Bro, the bottom line

is that even
a kitchen counter

has 50 times
more bacteria on it

than a toilet seat.

Not mine.
My Booty's pretty clean.

-I sit down to pee.
-I know.

What?
You think that's weird?

Ask him how he poops.

How do you shit?

I use a squatty potty.

You know it really comes out
silky and smooth.

That's what
you keep telling me.

But that's not the point.

If the earth opened up
and beelzebub hit you

with fire and brimstone,

you better believe
that I would be licking

a toilet seat
way before I would lick

a kitchen cutting board.

-That's fucked up, dude.
-No, no, no, no.

And I'm not done.
Did you also know--

look at this--
that a kitchen sponge

is one of the most
bacterially infested items

in the entire household?

A single bacterial cell

can multiply into
over 80 million cells

in 24 hours.

That is some serious
"fuck-you-up" shit,

so while you guys
are running around,

scratching your balls
and rubbing your asses

and touching
the kitchen sponge,

I will keep my sanitizer
and I will be safe.

And while you
two little germies

are crying bloody mercy,
pissing out of every single

little baby orifice
in your body,

dehydrated
as a fuckin' arab,

I will be okay.

So, do me a favor

and keep your hands
off my shit!

What the hell
are you pencil pricks

-hemming and hawing about?
-This is very sad.

You brown-nosing,
circle-jerking teabaggers

make some coffee yet?

My Stein is dry.

We would, but Mr. snuff film
drank it all.

Oh, oh, oh, oh,
you touched my tupperware

and you're a snitch?

--That's why your mama

has three teeth.

Huh? One in her mouth,
and two in her pocket.

-What's my mother
got to do with any--
-cut it out!

I am tired of playing
momma dearest around here,

so you ball-slappers
best make nice

or I'll whip out
the metal hangers!

Ranjit,
here's ten bucks.

Go get us all some coffee,
and none of that cheap shit,

I want something nice
that they enslave people

in south America for.

And keep your mitts
off people's shit!

- Why me? He--

cap it!

"Speed your way"
easy chairs,

your hope
for elderly scooters.

This is clarelle,
how can I help you?

It's a bit of a shitter,
but it's got potential.

It's kinda shitty.
Fuckin' shitty.

You're looking at the star
of fashion week

if you can pull this off.

-Yeah, pull that shit all off.
-High ceilings.

-But we don't have any color.
Hello!
-Calm down, price.

Why is it always me?

Come on, I'll show you
why we really came here.

There's four bedrooms
down the hall

that aren't even
being used,

and wait till
you guys see this.

- Okay,
pull her arms back.

Yeah, that's good.
That's how we like it.

Mmm-hmm.
Now arch your back, baby.

Arch your back.

Now ride him.

Pull out slow.

Slower!

Slower!

And punch!

Cut!
God damn it, cut!

And what is this?
Amateur day?

And what is that?
Huh?

Your dick is flapping around
like cock snot.

Hello!
Anybody home?

Pleasure,
do me a favor

and get into makeup

while I talk to silly putty
super schlong over here.

'Cause your face
look like shit.

What you say,
motherfucker?

Now listen here,
miss ghetto fab,

and listen good.

Now I don't wanna hear
any flim flam

coming out of your mouth,

'cause you're fucking
with your money,

and more importantly,
you're fucking with my money,

and I don't take
too kindly to that shit.

Now, you're the star
of this fucking show,

and if it was up to me,
I'd bury your head

in a mound of pillows,
and unlucky for me

my bosses didn't hire me
to shoot "ass pounders 254,"

so, taking
your beat-up face

and burying it
in a mound of pillows

isn't exactly an option.

Take your bootylicious ass
to makeup,

don't pass, go,
collect $200,

till I fucking say so!

Makeup!
Fix her fuckin' gorilla chin.

-I need a money shot!
-I don't like to see her
treated this way.

Dude,
she's a porn chick,

she takes platoons of penises
in her butt for a paycheck.

I don't care.
She's still a person.

Hey!
One fucking voice!

Where you goin', punjab?

Know what?
Fuck you, man.

Don't talk
about my people.

I don't have to take this shit
anymore, okay?

That was hot.

Now that that's settled.

-I'd fuck him.
-Hey, assy.

My name is azeebo.

Oh, I know what
they call you.

I write
your two dollar contracts.

Hey, hey, there are
a lot of people around.

You think I give a fuck?

What's my name?

Mike mix under thunder.

What's my name,
down syndrome dick?

Mike mix under thunder.

Say it like you're getting
your ass hole licked.

Mike mix under thunder!

Yes! Now get used
to that six syllable name.

You know why I get
a six syllable name?

'Cause
I'm fucking successful.

So, remember that sound,

because I can make
or break your career

just like that,
and all you'll hear

is the sound
of Mike mix under thunder

fucking you in the ass

unless you get
that black rhino

to turn to steel.

You got me?

Yes.

Hey, fluffer!

Mouth, dick, go!

Okay, everybody,
take five.

Come here, mufasa.

My name is azeebo!

Whatever, zebra.

Zebra?
This is racial profiling.

I'm not happy

with these
working conditions--

oh, oh, oh.

That's good.

What do you think?

This is more like it.

I like it.
I like it a lot.

Okay.

Stage here.

Got to check
the breaker box
for secondary power.

We've got serious capacity
here.

Vip area down there.

Yes, baby.
Can do.

-Glitter.
-Bruce, what about security?

Just the usual, man.

It's going deep.

Okay, price, on the dial.

I want you to reach out
to all the social networks.

We got a new venue, guys.

-Get on that dial, bitch.
-On it.

Hey, there, get up.
Let me take a look at you.

Do you perform?

-I...
-And what's with the mask?

Uh...

If-- if you can smell sex,
then sex is airborne.

You can see it on the couch
and some on his skin

and I can maybe
smell it on your breath.

-Do you like to fuck?
-I don't--

'cause I got
some pretty hot ass here.

Yeah, she's hot.

Yeah, no,
i can see it now.

Look it.
"Ebony rising."

--Fuck, yeah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Pole vaultin' the moon.

You've got good throw.

I can make it
a interracial thing.

- But I don't pole vault.
- I didn't even make varsity.

-Crystal.
-I-- no.

-Get your white ass over here.
-That's-- yeah, that's--

-yes, Mike?
-Hi.

Suck his cock.

Hey, there, big winner.

Gator, gator, ah!

Okay, okay,
armadillo, armadillo.

-Camp, camp, camp.
-What are you, a "fage"?

No.

-Hey, David.
-It's slurp and burp.

God, you're so loud.

What are you doing? No!

Can I play
with the big winner?

No, you can't play
with the big winner.

-I need some help, gator.
-Yep, solution right here.

I love blowjobs.
I love 'em.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Let's go! Let's go!
I am ready, Mike.

-Just give it to me straight.
-I am strong like spear.

-It's too many germs.
-Let me get this right.

You are turning down
getting some

of the greatest head
of your life

from one
of the hottest girls

-in my library--
-it's nice to meet you.

...because you
don't like germs?

Yeah, that's--
that pretty much sums it up.

Well, you better get
used to it,

you pencil-poker
piece of pussy lint!

Welcome to L.A.!

Oh, yes, Mike.
I am ready.

First a.D.,
can I talk straight

to the talent?

Oh.

Grow some fucking balls.

"Welcome to L.A."

Look,
there's one more thing.

There's this old lady,
clarelle, who manages
this place.

I don't think
she's gonna be cool

with us having a party here
last minute.

I'll deal with
the roommates, but...

Don't tell me you dragged me
all the way here

to ghetto valley to tell me
that it's not gonna work.

I'm giving you $2,000

and enough coke
to melt your face.

-Face, bitch.
-Let me explain something
to you.

I don't care about ravers.
I don't care about music.

And I don't give
a fuck about people.

What I care about
is my money and my time,

so don't fuck
with my money or my time.

In about three hours,
I'm on a plane to Miami.

If you don't come through,

you're gonna face a shitstorm
of unimaginable.

So, now what are you gonna do
about this old lady, clarelle?

I don't know.

Can we knock her out
or something?

How old is she?

-Sixty or 70?
-Fuck.

We can't fuck her up.
We can knock her out, though.

Oh, every day at 6:00,

she goes out back
and she waters her flowers.

-Fuck, I'll just
chloroform the bitch.
-Okay, everything's a go.

Ooh, cocktails.

Ah, fuck it.

I'm just gonna inject
that bitch with acid.

Have that bitch
seeing rainbows.

Jesus, I don't want
to kill her.

Shut the fuck up, bitch.
We're not gonna kill her.

We're just gonna put her
to sleep.

And, on that note,

we're gonna set up
and break down.

By the time she wakes up,
everything will be back
to normal.

You get your gig
in cash, bitch.

Gig in motherfuckin' cash.

Will you shut the fuck up?
Seriously.

Come on, dig, bitch.

All right, look, you guys.

We're gonna go out
the same way we came in.

She's the old lady
that's standing out front.

You can't miss her.

Bruce, give me a bump.
For the love of god.

Oh, yeah, you want
some of Mr. moist?

-Just give me some.
-Want my dick?

Shut up,
just give it to me.

Say you want
my dick, bitch.

Say it.

-Say it.
-I want your coke.

Like that shit?

All right.

Okay, a deal's a deal,
all right?

And if anything
goes wrong,

I'm gonna cut off
your fucking balls

and I don't owe shit,

you broken record
motherfucker.

Now get the fuck
outta here.

And that goes for you,
too, scooter.

Fucking bitch.

Isn't she saucy?

Ranjit?
Something I can do for you?

Hi.

Huh, I was just looking
for something.

You know, something.

Laundry room's
down the hall, bro.

Yes.

Yes, the laundry room
is down the hallway,

but I was admiring
your, uh, uh,

unique film antiquities
and glorious memorabilia.

You know, you have
a lot of space here.

You know, you could probably
milk a cow.

It's nice.

Yeah, my old man's
a cinematographer.

I'm lactose intolerant.

But, you know what,
let's cut out this first date

chitchat bullshit.

What the fuck
are you doing in here?

Okay, pashu.

I'm angry and I'm pissed

and I'm wanting
to hurt that director,

and I know you had some things
in your room

and I'm looking for something
to beat him with.

You know what happened
to the last person

that went rummaging around
through my stuff?

Let's just say...

I'm still on medication.

Do you know why
they call me gator, ranjit?

It's because
I'm hard to tame.

Please, pashu, no, no.

Oh, man!
Got you!

Oh, you should see
your face right now.

I wish you could.

It is so stupid-looking.
You look like a hostage.

You look like
you're really mad at me.

And you look stupid.

Crazy fucking pashu.

You're awesome, dude.
You're amazing.

You're like a fucking
curry dahmer.

- Yes.
- -Quiet on the set!

You know what?
I'm sorry. Yep, you got it.

Shh, listen.
Don't worry about that guy.

- Okay?

You proved
your point with him.

I never knew
you had so much heart.

Come in here.
Get over here.

Yes,
booby traps everywhere.

There's no treading
in gator's house.

You are
completely unhinged.

You-- you are a sociopath.

No, I'm just kidding.
Don't hurt me, please.

Listen, there's a lot of girls
getting dicks slapped

on their foreheads
out there.

I want to see
what I can get on this guy.

Put it
on the Internet later.

Try and make us
some money.

Make yourself at home.
You break it, you buy it.

--Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look at me. Look at me.

I am coming! I am coming!

This is why they call me
the black rhino!

- This is for Botswana!

Cut! God damn it, cut!

That's the fucking
money shot.

Holy dick roll.
What the fuck did you eat?

There he is.

Pleasure, I don't give
a hootenanny

what you do
in your own damn room,

but the living room
is community property.

-Hi, ma'am.
-Don't you ma'am me.
I run this house.

So, you better get
your fresh-out-of-film-school

wish-you-had-a-better-job
stuck-in-a-porn

peacock feathers
the hell out of my way.

It's all good.
This is gonna be
a big movie for me.

Yesterday you said you were
doing a photo shoot,

not shooting
a goddamn porn.

I'm writing you up.
I'm telling Harold.

-Now, where is he?
-He is the guy.

Now, you listen here,
you two-bit crackerjack.

I like nothing more
than some good,

old huffin' and puffin',
so I support your industry,

but what
i will not support

is your two-inch penis
running around my house

insulting my tenants
with more arrogance

than a Kentucky drunk
with a Napoleon complex!

Peanut butter sassafras!
Ah, holy shit!

-What's with the plastic bag?
-I was worried
he was gonna bleed.

Do you have
a handkerchief?

Everybody out.

And get this asshole
out of here

before he wakes up.

-Clarelle--
-i don't want to hear it.
I'm writing you up.

All I do is try
to look out for you kids.

And you sure as hell
don't make it easy for me.

--Fuck.

Fuck this.
I'm going back
into construction.

Oh, god.
That smells like donkey piss.

Any time, shit, otherwise,
i wouldn't be able to see you.

Fuck you, cream pie.
Get the fuck out of my face.

You wanna fight, midnight?

'Kay, Jesus Christ.

I don't even need zoom
on you girls.

Hello.
I'm gator.

Yeah, like a gator.

All right.

He's hot. Grr.

Gators don't go grr.

They go rr.

Hey.

That was nice,
what you said about how people

treat me and stuff.

Thanks
for sticking up for me.

You're like my phula.

The what?

In my culture,
phula means flower.

To me, you are like that.

Oh, come here.

Careful, careful,
careful, careful.

What up, Joe Frazier?

Dude, dope cross.
I didn't even see you coming.

-Thanks, gator.
-Yeah.

-You think
it's broken, clarelle?
-Yeah, it's broken.

Will you put
that damn camera away?

No can do, sorry.

We'll wrap it
at the articular disc

and give you a splint.

You'll be fine, okay?

Gator, grab a bag
of frozen veggies

and wrap it in a towel.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll go outside,
make sure bozo leaves.

Hurry.

Carrie, you gotta see this.

Check this out.

-Fuckin' hard, man.
-I totally missed the punch,

but I totally got the fall.

Ready?
Three, two, boom.

I don't fucking care.
You're so annoying.

"You're so annoying."

Move.

Tell your little cronies

that the flowers
are around back.

Thank you.

That's a down payment,
pussy cat.

Okay, ew.

Get the fuck off me
and leave.

Let's go.

We'll see.

Fuckers.

My room, now.

Look, I don't know
what you have planned,

and, frankly,
i don't care.

Odds are, clarelle's
not siding with you,

and scooter is bad news.

Coming from me,
that's a pretty big deal.

If you want this thing
to go off,

you need my help
and I want half.

Fuck you, gator.

All right, remember
your little weed
growing operation

you had in here?

Payback, fucker.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

Okay, well,
go ahead and call

your little boy toy
and tell him

that his party's off.

-Clarelle!
-All right, look.

I'll give you a third.

Half.

You know, you may think
your fucking hot shit

around here 'cause
you're the little handyman

and clarelle's favorite
and everything,

but don't fuckin' forget
that outside of this house,

you ain't fuckin' shit,
you weird little fuck.

Oh, pfft.

I am the coolest dude
in this house

-and you know that.
-Okay.

But do not piss me off,
little miss thing.

Because it'll be
a bad payday.

And I know that the face

and all this is how you
make your money,

so I'd hate to fuck
that up, too.

Are you threatening me?

Call it what you like,
darling.

Half.

Sugar pie, honey bunch.

You know, fuck you, gator.
Fuck you.

All right?

I have been
in this fucking town

for four fucking years

doing some really
degrading shit,

taking some really
fucked up jobs

just to get anywhere,
all right?

Now, I finally feel
like I have a shot.

This deal could get me
on a hot runway

that I need to be on.

Get the exposure
that I finally need, you know?

I just--
i can't go back.

I can't go back
to the fuckin' fields

and the trailer parks
and the beer drinking rednecks

who just fuck me for fun

so that they can
go and tell their friends.

I won't do it, all right?
I need this.

I can't handle
this fuckin' town

and the fucking rejection
any longer.

I just need to feel like
I'm doing something,

like I'm worth something,
you know?

I can't fucking fail now,
all right?

Ew, are you crying?

Yeah, fuck you, dude.

I'm having
a fucking breakdown here.

I need
your fucking help, okay?

What about clarelle?

Scooter said he was
gonna take care of it.

It'll be fine.

And you believe that?

This is fucked up.

I've, uh...

Been here, well,
about ten years now.

Don't let
too many people in here.

Mm, thanks for the invite.

Is that you onstage?

Oh, yeah.

Wow, you look amazing.

Oh, that was
the good old days.

Ran in the circles
with the greats

from the glory days
of off Broadway.

Years I spent in New York
doing understudy work

and walk-ons from everything
from brecht to Chekhov.

-Chekhov?
-Mm-hmm.

I played trofimov
in my third year.

Oh, you were an idealist.

-I played Anya in '74.
-I was.

The critics loved me.

It was gonna be
my break to Broadway.

So, what happened?

What happens
to so many starlets

and wild-hearted artists.

We fall in love.
I got pregnant.

Had a miscarriage.

After the miscarriage,

the only thing
that healed him was booze,

and when
he found the bottle,

the thing that healed me
were ice packs and bandages.

I'm really sorry.

Oh, I was
a wild one, too.

In this biz,
it's hard to step out

once you're already in.

Men have all the power,
right or wrong,

and women...

They're easily forgotten.

So, I got up and moved
to L.A. in '77.

Weren't you afraid?

Sure, I was.

But I was more afraid
of not making it,

of never winning
that statue.

More afraid
of failing myself.

What are you afraid of?

Struggle.

Whether or not I...

Think I could be
good enough.

I guess I'm also afraid
of whether I can get over

my own issues...

And actually do it.

Yeah, I...

I am afraid.

The fact
that you know that...

Puts you ahead
of the game.

You know, I may never
have gotten my obie

or my Tony or my Oscar.

But I was in it
and I found glory.

And nobody can take that
away from me.

Well, that's enough
of that crap.

I've got to go and tend
to my flowers.

By the way...

Take this.

I have no use
for it anymore.

-What is it?
-Sand.

From the backstage bags

of my first leading role
off-Broadway.

And don't go putting
that sterilizer all over it.

That's
your first assignment.

Not--

not all,

but some grit is good.

Yes, ma'am.

Now get outta here.

Go on.

-I really can't--
-I'm an old lady and I can't
take too many visitors.

Thanks...

Get.

...for everything.

What happened, Paul?

Clarelle,
there you are.

Jeez, you are about as hard
to get conference with
as the pope.

Listen, got a lot of things
going on this month,

which, by the way,
I'm gonna be a little late

-on rent again.
-Gator, I don't want
to hear it.

I've had your back
for the past three months,

and you know Harold's
a Jew.

So, there's only
so far I can go.

And don't forget,
i only run this shack.

Clarelle, wait a minute.

I've been keeping up
on plumbing,

I've been keeping up
on drywall.

I have a whole list
of things that I need

to get this place tip-top.

Gator, kiss my patootie.

The walls need fillin',
the toilets are busted.

Your only job here
is to fix this damn house,

and that pays your rent.

Nobody even uses
those toilets anyway.

They're all filled up
with poo.

Well, maybe somebody'd
take a shit in there

if they were white
and working.

I know I told your mother
I'd take care of you.

That's what godmothers
are for.

Your mother's
like a sister to me.

I'd do anything
for her and you.

But I can't keep
this umbilical cord

attached forever,

so tomorrow I need $800
out of you

or I'm serving you
eviction papers.

Clarelle,
how can you expect--

do you think
Janet and Gary

would be proud
of what their son's become?

It's time for you
to man up.

It breaks my heart.

I love you like a son.

When you-- when you
were a teenager...

I always thought
you'd be great.

Well, there's still time
for that.

Now, not another word.

I've got to go
and tend to my flowers.

Who is it?

Hey, ren-ren.

Oh.

Hello.
Please come in.

Wow.

Your room smells...

Really good in here.

It's very tech-y
and stuff.

So, how can I help you,
Carrie?

I have a favor
to ask of you.

So, I'm throwing
a party later.

Oh, I really like parties.

You know,
my father in India,

he's a really good dancer.

He does
this bhangra dance thing.
He's a--

yeah, okay, ranjit,
we all have a dad.

Jesus.

Anyway,
what I need you to do

for the party,
don't tell anybody

and please
don't do anything stupid

when my friends are here.

And also don't tell clarelle.
Can you do that for me?

What do I get in return?

I thought maybe
we could work out a deal, hmm?

Oh, yes.

I'm really liking this.

-Oh, god.
-Yeah?

Creamy and American
and white.

Mm.

Okay, so,
we have a deal, then?

Maybe later
we'll have a little fun? Hmm?

What kind of fun,
my wild snow leopard?

Fun
that you will never forget.

-Oh. Mm.
-Oh, my god.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You have to wait.
Till later.

Hmm, what's wrong,
kitty cat?

Nothing.
We just, um--

I just want it
to be really special

for you, ran-ran,
okay, hmm?

So, I'm going
to be wanting you

and your two girlfriends.

What?

Okay, if not,
no party.

I'll tell clarelle.

Okay, fine.
That's fine.

Mm, good.

I'm going to need you
to text me two photographs

of your friends,

and we meet here tonight.

Oh, yeah, one more thing.

I'm going to need
a deposit.

I don't have
any fucking money.

Hmm.

That's a down payment,
pussy cat.

Okay, ew, get the fuck
off me and leave.

Where did you get that?

Hmm, my resources
are none of your concern.

But I encourage you
to please keep listening.

I'll fucking give you half.
Fuck you, all right?

I have been
in this fuckin' town

for four fucking years...

-How do you even--
-...The most degrading shit...

Who the fuck are you?

-Seriously?
-Shh.

Snow bunny, hmm?

A couple of hundred
and we meet here tonight.

-You motherfuck--
-please hand over a deposit.

And it will be
100% refundable once we...

Can't
fucking believe this.

Stop.

You're so creamy.

I'm sure you're filled
with juicy goodness.

Oh, if I licked you
from the outside in,

I'm sure you would taste

like j-e-l-l-o.

Okay, gross.
Come on.

Oh, yes.
I like it.

I've been a naughty schoolboy.
Spank me.

Oh, my god.
You are a fucking pervert.

You are truly disgusting.

Where do you think
you're going, bitch?

Excuse me, aunt jemima.

Aunt jemima.
That's cute.

-You like that?
-Was this before or after

she took off the rag?

I don't know, bitch.
You got a weave.

- Don't touch me.

Well, now that I know
what you up to,

that little cute
designer purse

is mine.

-Oh, this one?
-Yeah.

-Fuck you, bitch.
-Who you callin' a bitch,
bitch?

Phula.

Yeah, you better have my back,
motherfucker.

Now, listen to me, bitch.

Hold that bitch.

This little
fucking designer purse,

like I said, and everything
in it is mine, all right?

And if you want
your little fiesta

to go off
without a hitch,

these are
my motherfuckin' terms.

Now tap out, bitch,
and let me know you good.

Squeeze her.

Tap out, bitch!

Fuck you.

Hey, let her go.
She's dying.

Oh, no, I been choked
by a lot of niggas
with big dicks.

Trust me, I know
what a bitch can take.

Tap out, bitch.

Give me the fucking purse.

-Oh.
-You good?

See you later.

Ah, do you know
there are 612 seconds

in exactly 10.2 minutes

and I have been out here
for 645, 646.

Do you have any idea
what that kind of heat
does to the immune system?

My mom just died.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, she was
my best friend.

Look, I'm sorry
if I came on too strong, okay?

I can totally relate.

My mom passed away
right after I finished school.

Right after the funeral,
i had to get the hell out
of New York.

I feel completely lost,
i mean, fuck, Carrie,

I don't even have
a fucking agent.

Well, maybe today's
your lucky day.

I really need
to get myself

out of this headspace
that I'm in,

so I thought I'd throw
a party here tonight.

And, you know,
there's gonna be some really

-important people there.
-And I'm sure clarelle

is just happy about that.

Yeah, she's gonna go out
for the night.

Look, clarelle and i
are really tight, okay?

Tighter than you two are,

so, you know,
she totally trusts me.

If you don't go
and be a whiny little bitch

and cry to clarelle
about the party,

maybe I'll introduce you
to Vinnie tonight.

-He's an agent.
-Don't touch me.

'Cause god only knows
what kind of mold

and parasites
live between your legs

-and all over your body.
-Just shut up, all right?

This is gonna open up
some really big doors
for you.

Look, Vinnie is a huge agent,
all right?

And, besides,
Hollywood is always looking

for their next up-and-coming
colored talent.

"Colored," really?
That's so bigot of you.

-Fuck off.
-Oh, come on.

This is gonna be
a big deal for you.

Yeah? And why the fuck
should I believe you?

-Why would I lie to you?
-Because you're
a fucking manipulating,

conniving little bitch.

What are you
so afraid of, hmm?

Making a deal with the devil,
that's who.

Pinky swear?

I wouldn't trust
that pinkie if it was mine.

Fool me once,
but it won't happen again.

And the only way
i get out of this house

is by booking jobs.

So, if your buddy shows up
and everything goes

exactly the way
you tell me it will,

I will owe you for life.

But if anything
goes south,

don't ever look
in my fucking direction

ever again.

Deal.

Now leave.

-Bye.
-Cunt.

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh, oh, yes.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, thank you.

Hey.

Hey, I gotta pee.

I just want to talk to you
in private, okay?

Now, tell me.

What the fuck
were you doing

making business deals
with that bitch Carrie, huh?

You trying to make
mommy jealous?

-Here, take a shot.
-No, I prefer not to.

Shut up.
Just take it. Open up.

Burns, right?

Feels good, right?
Hmm?

-Listen.
-What?

Listen.

I-- I want to know
why you cry.

Oh, that's not important
right now.

No, no, no.

Because people don't cry
when they...

Oh, I get it.

You want to get personal.

I'll show you
fucking personal.

How's this
for personal, huh?

-That personal enough?
-People will see.

I don't give a fuck
who sees.

Look at me.
Look at me, ranjit.

-Look at me.
-Okay, okay.

Look at me, okay?
Focus.

Okay.

--Yeah, right?

Oh, you want this thick
caramel pussy, huh?

-Yeah.
-Huh?

-I--
-you what?

-I want it.
-You do?

I want the caramel
and the thickness

-in the pussy.
-Oh, yeah.

-I want it.
-You're gonna give me
this curry stick, huh?

Hmm?

Ooh, you're getting hard.
I like that.

I'm going to give it
to you.

You're gonna give it to me?
Tell me how. Tell me how.

Give it to you like
I'm gonna put it inside you.

Then what you gonna do?
Tell me.

You gonna fuck me
the way the niggas do, huh?

-Yeah.
-Hmm?

-I'm gonna--
-what? Tell me, tell me.

-I'm going to, like--
-like a what?

-Like--
-like a what?

-Like a big...
-Big what?

-...black...
-Black what?

-Donkey.
-Ooh, a donkey.

Mm, I want to see
that fucking donkey.

Yes!

Okay.
Ah, okay, nice.

Ooh, frisky.

Let's go on the bed.

-The bed.
-Okay, okay.

The bed. Okay.
No, the bed.

Enter now,
my world of mysticism.

Do you want your pussy

to be scratched
like a tiger?

Shh.

Oh.
Oh, my dreams.

Ass to be ripped
by a big black cock?

Bite it.
Bite it, my phula.

Have you ever fucked
your mother?

--Yeah, nigga, that's what
I'm talking about.

Have you ever
fucked her in the ass

and make her eat her own shit
by blowing your fucking cock?

--Whoo.

Okay, that's new.

Whoo, frisky.

Just put it in,
motherfucker.

Do you want
to suck my cock?

-Yes.
-Okay, okay.

We're gonna put it in.
No, no.

Motherfucker,
put it in.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

-Yes!
-Yes! Yes!

-Yes!
-Yes!

Oh, here we go.
Here we go.

-What?
-I'm ready to shoot!

I know you ain't just pumped
three times

and skeet, motherfucker.

Paradise, my love.

You gonna finally
get me up here

and you gonna pump twice
and skeet inside of me

-and not let me know?
-Three times, my love.

I ain't your love,
motehrfucker.

I even called you "nigga."

You ain't no nigga.
Niggas can fuck.

-But...
-There's a party downstairs,

and you know what
I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna go find me
a nigga that can fuck.

Fuckin' faster
than a computer.

I gotta go spend money
on a morning after pill.

Forty fucking dollars
that you gonna pay for.

-But I...
-But what, squirt gun?

But I love you.

Oh, hell, no.

-Gator?
-Yes, sir.

-Get me some fuckin' blow.
-Yes, sir.

-Make sure you get
at least an 8 ball.
-Okay.

And keep your fucking change
like you usually do.

Don't so fucking--

damn it, ranjit,

why you gotta make me
feel this way?

This is my life.
This is what I do.

This is who I am,
but I didn't ask
for this shit.

And I'm a fucking ho.

I fuck for money.

It's really fucking hard
for me

to see what's real
and what's fake.

You don't know me, ranjit.

But I want to know.

You want to know
that my mom was a meth head?

And my dad used to have
his friends come over

when my mom
was in the streets

to have his friends
fuck me?

And I was taken away
by child services, okay?

And raised
in a fucking white family.

Fucking white school

where everybody
made fun of me.

Called me a nigga,
a spook.

And sometimes I wish
the voices in my head
would just stop

and I feel
like a fucking fake.

What else do you
want to know?

My phula.

No, no, no, don't.
Don't feel bad for me.

This is my life.

This is what I chose,
so this is what I do.

And if
there's anything genuine

about what
you're saying to me,

then I have
to let you know.

'Cause I'm not the one.

No.

I can't love you, ranjit.

I'm too busy trying
to fucking love myself.

Boom!
What's up now, slut?

-Fucking bitch.
-Yeah, bitch.

Who fucks you now,
you fucking whore?

That's for taking
my fucking purse,
you dirty little cunt.

--Yeah, fuck you,
you dirty house nigger.

-Hello, no ring. Thank--
-gator!

Oh, Tyrell.
Fucking rad party, bro.

Yeah. Hey,
did anybody ever tell you

you look like
Abraham Lincoln

with some serious bdsm
going on?

-That's really interesting.
-Dude, that is
the nicest thing

anyone
has ever said to me.

Thank you.
Have you seen Carrie?

I need to find her
right now.

-I did.
-Yes?

I did.
I saw her in the main room.

Great.
I will see you later.

Wait a second.
Are you okay?

You know, you are
really sweating profusely.

You should consider
the hospital.

Not a chance
you're getting me to leave

this place right here,
right now.

But what I do need

is for you to loosen up
the cheeks, okay?

So, let's get these guys hard,
we'll get this loose.

Meet me over here.

I'm gonna mix you up
a little cocktail

out of my two favorite colors,
pink and blue.

-We put 'em in a...
-I'm not doing that, gator.

It's kind of against
my upbringing.

...put it in our nose.

And then we go blast off.
Pew, pew.

Okay, gator, look,
you should really

not consider mixing--

it's probably
really bad for you.

Maybe talk to the food
and drug administration.

Okay, you know what?
Here we go.

Let's reverse
just a little bit,

right back to where
i told you

never to tell me
how to live my life again.

That includes my drug use.

Number two,
mixing things

is what brought you
into existence,

so let's not hate on it.

And, number three,

a little bit of e,
a little bit of v,

and you're gonna be solid,
dude.

Solid like a rock.

-Oh, my god.
-Wow.

Oh, my god,
that was amazing.

Brain boner, man.
Whoa.

Hey, hey, hey.
You got any ass plugs?

Okay, and from the coolest
to the weirdest.

I'm gonna go ahead
and get right on outta here.

You're weird.

No, no offense!

D batteries?
Greasy door?

Zucchini?

Fuck!

Oh, yes.
That feels good.

You should know better.

- You belong over there.

You don't even know
what love is.

Couldn't even hold it!

Like a child!

Why did you go away?

Don't fucking push me.

Ah, fuck!
This year.

This is my fucking year,
motherfucker.

I swear to you.
Okay, seriously?

I'm gonna be
on a fuckin' runway,

and by the time--
by this time next year,

I'm gonna be in fucking Milan,
motherfucker.

-Shut the fuck up.
-Fuck you, okay?

I didn't move
to this goddamn town
to fucking fail, all right?

Shut up.

Mm,
that's fucking good.

Mm.

My motherfucking passport
is gonna be stamped!

And everybody
in this goddamn town

is gonna know
who I fucking am,

and if anybody has
a fucking problem with it,

well, they can suck
my fucking dick.

Why don't I put my dick
in your mouth,

you fucking bitch? Huh?

-Yeah, my dick.
-My dick, bitch.

No, my dick, motherfuck.
Get the fuck off.

- Fuck you.

I got a lump.
Do you got anything to drink?

Yeah, I got that good shit
for you, bitch.

Give it to me.

Give it to me.
Fuckin'-- you're gross.

Seriously, fuck off.

Drink that shit, bitch.

What is that salty shit?

-What the fuck?
-That's that Mr. moist, baby.

-What?
-It's that g, bitch.

That's fucking g?
What the fuck is wrong with--

get the fuck off me, fuck.

What's wrong with you?

Why would you
fucking give that to me?

Get the fuck away from me,
seriously.

-Get away from me.
Get away from me.
-What's the matter, bitch?

--No.

Get the fuck off me.

Ah, feel that.
Feel that shit.

Yeah, feel that shit.

Get the fuck off me.

Jiminy cricket,
you are enormous.

-Whew.
-Where do you think
you're going?

Just directly behind you
to get back to my room.

-You need a stamp.
-I live there,
my room's there.

I take a poop
behind the tree

over there
every single morning.

How many rooms
are back there?

Four, with a door

that leads
to a secret garden.

All right, but don't let me
find out you lied to me.

-See this hand?
-Yeah.

Thirty pounds of pressure.

Together with this hand?

Forty pounds of pressure
per square inch.

Crush your head
like a grape.

Now move it along.

Pumpkins.
Peacocks.

You're gonna find
a nigger to fuck?

Huh? You're gonna find
a nigger to fuck?

Yeah.

I'm gonna find somebody
to fuck, too.

Wait, whoa, whoa.
You're Tyrell.

-Yeah.
-How long you been here?
Fucking a!

We're supposed to get together
and hang out tonight.

I didn't think-- she actually
talked about that?

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Julliard, right?
-Yes!

Oh, fuckin' a!

Dude, this calls

for a fucking
celebratory experience.

Let's do
a fucking elephant tusk.

Whoo!

Okay, I don't know
what that is,

-but it sounds
like a lot of fun.
-Fuckin' a, man.

I'm so happy you're here.
I got so much to tell you.

I'm so fucking excited
to work with you, baby.

-Wow.
-Talented actor,
good-looking fuckin' guy.

We're gonna make so much
fuckin' money in this town.

-Oh, oh, okay.
-I'm gonna make you
a fuckin' star.

Yeah, that's--
that's not my cup of tea.

Vinnie, Vinnie.
Whoa, that's a lot.

-That's a lot.
That looks like Alaska.
-T, baby,

how the fuck are we supposed
to work together

if we don't do
the same shit?

Here's your chance to be
a motherfuckin' star, man.

We are at the top
of the agency chain.

B.B.B.E.,
you heard of us, right?

-Yeah.
-We just merged
with number two. Yeah!

-That's good.
-I tell you what, man.

Next week, we'll get lunch

on my dime, all right?

Here's my business card.
I'mma make you a fucking star.

Know what? You're right.
This is good.

This is good.
This is supposed to be.

Get in here.
Let's seal the deal.

Let's sign
the fuckin' contract.

Only live once, right?

Go ahead, right into
one nostril, plug the other.

Come on, fucker, man up.
Man up.

Come on,
pull the fuckin' string up.

Yeah, yeah!
Inhale that shit.

Burn your fuckin' insides.
Melt your fuckin' brain.

Give me
a fuckin' hit of that.

-It burns!
-Good, it's supposed to.

Whoo!

Fuckin' enjoy it.

I feel like I have
concrete in my throat.

Yeah, that's the trip,
baby.

That's the best part.
Special k, motherfucker!

Yeah!
Special k.

Yo, yo, t.
Whoa, t, you all right?

Whoa, dude, that's a--
dude, that is a $2,000 suit.

Get the fuck off.
Get the fuck up.

Somebody help
this fuckin' guy.

--Fuck!

Fucking cocksucker!
You see what I do?

I take a fucking chance

I give you a fucking shot,
this is how you fucking
repay me?

Go fuck yourself.
You're a fucking nobody.

-Get the fuck outta my way.
-Help me.

Help.

Help.

Can't stop fucking jawing.

It's okay.
It's supposed to be that way.

Candy.

Candy!
Yo! Yes.

What the fuck do you want?

You forever and ever.
And ever.

Oh, god,
you smell so good.

Listen,
do you have any blow?

You need
to get back to your--

have you ever had
a wet nightmare?

Get the fuck off my stage.

I will do it for you.
I will be that person.

I don't like to,
but I will do that for you.

-Do you have any blow?
-Got Molly?

Yeah, yeah, sure.
Whatever you need, honey.

Listen, you ask gator

and he's got it all.

Mm.

-Downstairs.
-Thank you.

-Fuck off. No.
-Told ya gonna get
my dick, bitch.

Gonna get my dick, bitch.

Fuck--

drink
some of that Mr. moist.

Take my fuckin' dick, bitch.
Fuck.

Oh, yeah.

I told you
i was gonna get that moist.

--Shut the fuck up.

You seen
that white lady, man?

-What?
-You got that blow?

Eat a dick.

-Get the fuck outta here.
-Fine, bro.

Love yourself, bro.

-I love nitrous.
-Hello, ladies.

You are so pretty.

Oh, my god,
do I know you?

-Please god, tell me.
-No.

But you could
if you want to.

Oh, my god,
that was so much

a better answer
than just yes.

Tell me what I need to do.
I will do anything, girls.

Anything.

Fresh out the tank.

- Come back.

My little balloon.
Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my-- oh, my god.
How old are you girls?

-Fourt--
-eighteen.

I'm just gonna say this
out loud, that's recorded.

Tell me into the camera
that you never saw me.

-We never saw you.
-Oh, very good. Okay.

End record.
Listen, girls.

Here's the deal.
We're off the record.

-I'm coming right back here.
-Where are you going?

I just-- I have to find
this stupid fucking person.

Listen, just
don't go anywhere, okay?

Or I will find you.

If you stay,

you can take all of the Molly
in that entire case.

Have a great time,
in fact, girls,

please take all the Molly

'cause we're gonna have
so much fun.

You guys--
god, I hate you, Carrie.

Whoo, Jesus Mary-Kate
and Ashley Olsen.

Who the fuck are you?

Y-you l-like
huffin' nitrous?

-Well, i--
-we like huffin' gasoline.

Okay, you two are...

Let me know when you're ready
to graduate.

Mm, I'm good where I am.

Oh, you want a shot?

What is she doing?

- I want what she's on.
- -I'll take two.

Right? Right?

Oh, shit.

No, no, no, no, shh.

Shh.

Okay.

What the fuck did you do?

Fuck, fuck.

Oh.

- Oh, my god.

O-m-g.

Carrie.
Whoa, what are you on?

Okay, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, monkeys.

So much coca�na.

- Yeah, fuck her.
-You guys are doing--

fuckin' fuck that bitch.

Carrie?

Yo, Carrie, wake up!

What the fuck are you doing,
motherfucker?

What the fuck
are you doing, man?

Get off my fuckin' roommate,
bro!

-Get the fuck outta here!
-Carrie, wake up!

-Get the fuck out!
-Carrie, wake up!

Get off my roommate.
Get-- get of me, man.

What the fuck are you guys
doing in here?

No!

Carrie!

Carrie, wake up!

Fucker, you scumbags!

I got you on tape,
motherfuckers!

Come out here
and fight me like a man,

you fuckin' coward!

You wanna fight, huh?

-You wanna fight?
-Yeah.

--Damn straight!

Oh, god.
Come on, let's go.

Ah, damn it.

Clarelle?

-What the fuck?
-Clarelle?

-What's wrong? Are you--
-oh, please, I'll sign
an autograph later.

What are you talking about?
And what is with the nail
and the dirt?

I'm sure we'll see
each other later.
Bye-bye, darling.

-Clarelle.
-Bye-bye.

What the fuck?

Stay down, bitch!

You're so beautiful.

Big fan.
Big, big fan.

Just gorgeous.
Just gorgeous, darling.

Such a star.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.

- Clarelle.
-You inspire me.

Clarelle, we love you.

We love you, clarelle.

I'm gonna fucking find
somebody to fuck.

Yeah.

Clarelle, what are you?
What are you doing?

Oh, yes, darling.

Why are you carrying
those sticks?

Would you like a photo?

Clarelle,
give me that pan.

Get off of me
and don't touch my things!

Have you no manners, sir?

I knew you had it in you.

It was just a matter of time
before the world would see.

I told you I could do it.

Father
would have been proud.

I knew you could do it,
dollface.

Paul.

Why now,
all of a sudden?

For years, you wanted me
to do what you wanted.

Now...

I'm capable.

You finally
got over yourself.

You got out
of your own way.

Eh, you get what you get
when you get it, right?

I wouldn't have loved you
all these years

if I didn't believe
in you.

You're still as foxy
as the day we met.

-Oh, don't talk that way.
-I've missed you.

Oh, I've missed you, too.

I never stopped.

Come away with me.

Just you and me,
the way it used to be.

Leave
all this madness behind.

--Clarelle?

Oh, I guess
I'd better get back.

The stage manager
is waiting for me.

Paul, let go of me.

--Clarelle?

-I said let go.
-Shh.

Drink, Carrie,
drink, drink.

- Good, good, good, go, go, go.

Okay, good girl,
good girl, good girl.

Oh, we've got such
a great future together.

Oh, look at ya.
Just like old times.

Just you and I, kiddo.

You okay?

Jesus, you stupid
fucking beautiful bitch.

Clarelle, open the door.

Don't make me
kick the door in.

- This party's over.

--I'm ending it.

-Tyrell?
-Gator?

Oh, god.
Thank god.

-Oh, fuck.
-Thank god, listen.
Look at me.

Look at-- what the fuck
is wrong with you?

Did you take everything
i gave you?

God damn it, listen to me.
Go find clarelle, okay?

-Where is she?
-I don't-- go fucking
check her room, go.

- Sorry, sorry, move.
-Fucking Christ.

You're doing so good.

- Yeah, just let go.
- -Open the door, clarelle!

--That's it.

-Clarelle!
-That's it.

Open the door!

Clarelle?

Clarelle! Oh, my god,
what have you done?

Somebody help!

Oh, my god, fuck.
Somebody call 9-1-1.

Somebody call
a doctor now!

-Clarelle, clarelle.
-Somebody call 9-1-1!

Tyrell,
there's no time to explain.

She's not breathing
and her pulse is fading.

Listen, I need you
to apply pressure here.

There's too much blood.
There's too much blood.

-There's too much--
-fucking apply the pressure!

Don't worry
about your germ shit!

Somebody call 9-1-1!

I can't hear anything.

I don't know
if she's breathing.

Listen to me. Listen to me!
Listen to me, okay?

We have to get her
to a hospital, okay?

We have to put her
in this sheet.

You get her legs,
I'll get her shoulders.

-Okay. All right.
-Okay, on three.

One, two, three!

Let's get her out of here.

Party's over, motherfuckers.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm shutting
this motherfucker down.

Party is over!

Oh, god!

I can't hold her!

Come on,
i knew you could do it.

You're almost there.
Aw, I can't wait to get you.

Tell me what is going on!

What is happening?

Tell me what is going on!

- Fuck!
-What is happening?

- She's dead!
She's dead!
-Oh, my god.

Oh, god.

Come on, we gotta get out!
Go, go, go.

She's dead.

She's dead.

Please don't go away.

Oh, god.

Please, somebody help her.

Please.

Please come back.

Please.

Clarelle, don't go.

No!

No!