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[classical music]

♪

[pleasant guitar music]

♪

- Hey, Cory? - Hey, pal.

Oh, hey, Frank. Didn't know you were here.

- Hey, Cory.

- Hey, Cory? Frankie needs to serve

house arrest for a thing he did.

And I was thinking, do you think he could serve it here?

- Oh, doesn't Frank have to serve house arrest at his house?

- They said he could serve it anywhere in the county,

as long as he stays in one place.

- Well, what crime did he commit?

- Cory.

It's rude to ask a felon what crime they committed.

- Oh, so it was a felony.

- Oh, God, I've already said too much.

Sorry, Frank.

- I don't think it's a good idea.

You've already got me crashing on the couch.

I don't think you should be taking anyone else in.

- Well... you know how it's... my house?

- Yep.

- Do you know how that is? - Mmm-hmm.

- Well, seeing as it's my house and all,

and you know how that is,

I was just thinking... - I'll tell you what.

Frank can serve his house arrest here, okay?

- Thanks, Cory.

[soft jazz music]

♪

- All right, down here, Frank,

is all my stuff. You're welcome to any of it.

We are family. - Here's some ground rules.

Everything on and around this couch is my zone.

I store my personal belongings underneath the couch cushions.

So if you drop something between the couch cushions,

you don't go in there and get it.

You tell Donny or you tell myself.

I'll go in there and get it for you.

- Up top is Cory's stuff.

You don't wanna touch Cory's stuff.

I have a perfectly cooked taquito waiting for me

on the shelf, and I expect it

to be there when I return.

- You got any hot sauce? Whoa.

- You're welcome to any of these.

We're family now. This is your house.

- Do you understand?

- Yep. - Great.

[quirky music]

♪

- Donny?

♪

- Hey, neighbor.

- Hey, pal.

Can, uh... can we have a conversation?

- Yeah, you wanna come inside? Frankie made huevos rancheros.

- No, I think we should talk out here.

- I'll meet you out front.

[gentle guitar music]

What's up?

- What is all this? - It's Frankie's new digs.

I helped him design it.

- Oh, right, his new digs.

Okay, well,

listen, pal. Um...

I'm a little concerned.

You can be a very generous person.

And I think that sometimes people can take advantage

of your generosity, and...

I'm a little worried that that's what's happening right now.

♪

- I appreciate that. No doubt good looking out.

But we fam out here, Cory.

Frankie's not gonna take advantage of me.

It's one love.

- I know it's one love.

- Then give Frank a chance.

[violin music]

- Look, we're having a fort warming kickback tonight.

- Well, that sounds like a good time.

So we're gonna have a lot of people in the fort?

- No, no, no. Just a little kickback.

- Oh, it's a kickback.

- It'd mean a lot to Frank if you just made an appearance.

- [soft grunt]

- Just swing by. Stop in for 20 minutes.

Say hi and go. - Well, I'll tell you what.

I will make it if I can.

And if not, then I won't.

In the meantime, this is encroaching on my couch.

If you could just figure out some way to...

- Okay, we'll bring it in.

- Get a little something here.

- All right, we'll bring it in.

- Okay. - Frank, we gotta bring it in

a little bit.

- [beat boxing]

♪

- I never want to see your face ever again,

you lying piece of shit!

- [scoffs] Tell that fool.

- What are you looking at? - You heard her, pendejo.

- Dirty.

- What's up?

What up, homey? - Oh, what's up, man?

How's everything? - Good, bro.

- Thanks for coming through, man.

- Right on. Oh.

- Wanna check out the fort? Yeah, come on in.

Yeah man, I been watching that,

uh, season two of, uh, "East Los High."

- Oh, shit. What's Diego been up to?

- Man, fool's still cheating...

- Can you tell me who this is?

- Oh, that's Frank's friend, Big Rich.

He's here to thank Frank. - Thank him for what?

- 'Cause Frankie didn't snitch.

- Didn't snitch about what? - I've already said too much.

[razor buzzing] - I always trip on a armadillo.

Like, what's a day in the life of a armadillo?

You know what I mean?

That fool got that armor on, and...

but he's in the hot heat, right? Like, what do you do?

He just out there, and then,

"Oh, I'ma go into a ball and just roll."

It's a trip, man. It's really... it's really a trip.

[chattering]

- You want some more wine... [chattering]

[relaxing music]

- What's up, man?

- What... what is spice mixed up? Like...

- I don't remember, man... [chattering]

- Hey, Big, would you rather be

physically beaten or mentally beaten?

- Uh, probably mentally abused.

[chattering]

- I wanted [indistinct] huge doing that.

- What's that, during the what?

- Just when you're dancing.

- [laughs] Oh, I know, I wanted to,

but, you know, I didn't want to...

- Hey, guys.

- Hey, what's up, neighbor?

- Um, I brought a little something for the party.

- Yo, we got a VIP section for you back here, homey.

- Oh, okay. All right.

[smooth lounge music]

- ♪ If you ever need me

♪ I will always be around

♪ If you're ever lonesome

♪ You can count on me

♪ You may be near or...

- [inhales]

Oh, taquito time.

[whistles]

[dramatic music]

Oh, no you didn't.

♪

All right, Frank.

Get up. Time to go.

Let's go! Frank, get up, buddy.

Call your parole officer.

♪

- Man. - How'd it taste, Frank?

Did you warm it up first? Put a little hot sauce on it?

Or did you just scarf it down cold?

- What are you talking about?

- I'll tell you what I'm talking about.

Frankie ate my taquito. - Okay, whoa.

Calm down, folks. This must be a misunderstanding.

Frank did not eat your taquito eh?

- He's guilty. You can just tell.

- Yeah, that's probably a defense mechanism,

because you're accusing him of something he didn't do.

I'd be scared, too. You have pruners in your hands.

- They're not pruners. They're clippers.

- No, Frank had pie last night.

You wouldn't do savory after sweet,

would you, Frank? - Tell him, Frank.

- He didn't eat your taquito. I guarantee you that.

- Frank, tell him.

- Just tell him.

- [sighs]

[sad piano music]

Cory's right.

♪

I ate the taquito.

♪

- But I offered you the whole bottom shelf.

I mean, I had everything.

- How could you do it?

- I got all fucked up.

And then... I fucked up.

♪

- Go ahead and pack your stuff up.

I think it's time you leave Donny's house.

♪

- Frankie, what's going on?

- Hey, baby. Let's pack our stuff up,

all right?

It's time to go.

♪

- What's up, fellas?

Shit, I went ahead and ate that taquito last night.

But it's all good. I got some more.

Got some other stuff, too. Fresh juice, hummus.

I'll put it on the bottom shelf.

[upbeat electronic music]

- Frank, did you know that Big Rich ate the taquito?

♪

- Then why'd you lie about it?

♪

- Because he ain't a snitch.

♪

- My man ain't no snitch.

- That's right, baby.

[smooth piano music]

♪

[pleasant clarinet music]

♪

- Hey, Cory? - Hey, sport.

- Are you in a good mood?

- No. - Well, you're about to be.

- Well, I doubt it, but what do you got?

- Cheese stick.

- Whoa. Thanks, pal.

- No problem.

♪

- Mmm, you're right. I am in a good mood.

Can't guarantee it's gonna last, but...

- Oh, by the way, did you get a chance

to meet Wonko?

- Whoa.

How... is that a skunk?

- Well, it's a baby skunk.

She came up to me when I was in the courtyard.

She jumped right in my arms.

So cute. Say what's up to Wonko, Cor.

- I will not say what's up to Wonko.

Pal, you can't have a wild animal living in the house.

- Oh, I don't know about that.

There's already a couple of wild animals living here, huh?

Another cheese stick?

- Now, don't try to butter me up.

It's true, we are a couple wild animals,

but we don't spray. - She ain't gonna spray.

And if she does, I'll boot her ass out of here.

Look, Cor, she was all alone when I found her.

She's an orphan.

[sappy music]

- All right, look.

You can keep her.

But you've gotta take care of her.

I'm not gonna do it.

I don't wanna get too... close to Wonko.

You know, things that cute, they cast a spell over you.

I can see she's already got a hold of you.

And she's not gonna get me.

- All right. Thanks, Cory.

Let's go, Wonko.

[pleasant music]

♪

Here you go, Wonko.

♪

Damn, Wonko, you're a Cheeto freak.

♪

- I love her so much.

Charlie. Charlie.

Charlie. You're so cute.

You're so cute.

♪

- Hey, Christian. What brings you by?

- Hey, Cory. I saw Donny walking

walking around the courtyard earlier today

with, uh... a baby skunk?

- Oh, yes. That's Wonko.

Donny found her yesterday in the courtyard.

- I don't think it's a good idea for Donny to have a skunk

as a pet. - And why not?

- Um, look, I might as well just tell you.

I know we put on a good show, but my mistress and I

are on the rocks. - Oh, my God.

So to smooth things over, I, uh, I got a pug.

I named him Charlie. - And what does Charlie

have to do with Wonko? - I mean, don't get me wrong,

Charlie's cute, but a baby skunk kind of

blows him out of the water.

- Look, Christian, um... - If my mistress sees Wonko,

Charlie's gonna lose his shine. Charlie's not built to compete

on that level of cuteness. It's kinda my fault.

I should have bought a real dog, but I got a rescue.

- Well, look, I don't necessarily approve

of the skunk, either. But this is Donny's house.

I just crash on the couch. So, you know, my hands are tied.

[smooth clarinet music]

♪

Well, what is all this here?

- Oh, this just a little obstacle course I made.

- What's the tennis racket?

What have you got going on over there?

- Oh, this is just a little bit of fire.

Make it a little more dangerous.

- Doesn't look like she wants to go through

your little course, though.

- Wonko's gonna do what Wonko wants to do.

It's always been like that, every since I've known her.

♪

- Don't even think about it.

You're cute, I see it.

I'll give it to you. It's not gonna work on me.

♪

Goddamn it.

Donny!

- Cheese stick?

What the hell is this?

Why is there a sweater on Wonko?

- Oh, she was cold, so I put one on her.

- Dang it, Donny.

She looks even cuter than before.

- Well, we're in a bit of a pickle here, Cor.

'Cause if we take the sweater off her,

she ends up shivering, and it looks like

she's doing these little shimmy dance moves.

[soft scoff] It makes her look way cuter.

You're lucky you don't have to see that.

- Donny.

What'd you put on Wonko's sweater?

- Oh, I put a "Hell" patch on it to make it less cute.

- How does that make it less cute?

- 'Cause Hell's a place of constant punishment.

- Well, somehow the darkness is juxtaposed with the cuteness

and it's making it even cuter.

Get it off.

♪

- What? All right, Cor.

♪

- [sighs] All right.

Donny, come on. - Oh, my God.

Now she's arrogant.

I thought it would cancel out her cuteness.

♪

We can't win.

- Charlie. - Charlie.

Charlie. - Charlie.

- Come here.

♪

- OMG.

It's so cute.

Oh, my gosh. I love her fur.

♪

[gentle elegant music]

- Hey, Wonk. [door creaks]

Oh, hey, Christian. - Hey, Donny.

You mind if we talk? - Have you met Wonko?

♪

Come on. Come on, Bonko.

♪

Look, Donny. I wanna make a proposition.

- Okay.

- What do you say we make a trade?

Wonko for Bonko straight up?

- I thought his name was Charlie.

- Yeah. But "Charlie" didn't feel right.

He's more of a "Bonko," don't you think?

♪

He comes fully loaded. Collar, leash,

chip in his ear.

He's got all his shots.

It's a pretty good deal.

That cost me 500 smackers.

You got Wonko for free, buster.

- Look, Christian... - Okay.

How about I throw in a Jamba Juice gift card?

There's $23.50 left on that. You like protein shakes?

- Christian, the thing is, Wonko's not really mine to give.

She's just a wild animal passing through.

If she wants to follow you out, she's more than welcome.

- For reals? - Yeah.

- Okeydokey.

Come on, Wonko.

Come on. Come on, Wonko.

Come meet my mistress. Come meet her.

Come meet Rachel. Come on, Wonko.

[dog whines] Shh, shut up, Bonko.

Come on, Wonko.

Wonko. Come on.

Come on! Wonko!

Come on! - Christian, that's enough.

- Hey, Cory. I was just trying to see

if Wonko... I... it's just, I haven't met Wonko.

- I think Wonko's made herself perfectly clear.

[sad music]

- Come on, Bonko.

♪

[knocks]

[music broods]

You know, Cory...

I'd do anything for my mistress.

Including this.

You know what this is?

- No.

- It's a stink bomb.

If I drop this, the whole courtyard's

gonna smell like skunk spray.

You know who the neighbors are gonna blame?

It starts with a "Wonk".

And it ends with an, "OMG, get that skunk

out of here."

♪

- What do you want, Christian?

- One night with Wonko.

- What for?

- I'll take her home. My mistress and I

can play with her. Snap some pics for Instagram.

- I'm just gonna flag your 'gram.

- Try it.

Flag my 'gram.

♪

Don't make me drop it, Donny.

- Donny, be the bigger man.

♪

- [sighs]

- Hey, Cory. I hope she's an extra small,

'cause I'm gonna make her wear this.

My mistress came up with it.

[somber music]

♪

Hey, Donny.

Thanks for taking Bonko.

I'm gonna have my hands full.

♪

Oh, my God, she's so cute.

Come on, Wonko.

♪

- Jesus, pal. It's your fifth cheese stick.

- Sorry, the cheddar calms me down.

- This is exactly what I was worried about.

Wonko's cuteness has a power.

Some people would do anything to control that power.

- Well, that's the thing, Cory.

Wonko can't be controlled.

[pensive music]

She doesn't like to be held like that.

♪

[scoffs] She definitely doesn't like hats.

Well, now they've done it.

Three, two, one.

[woman screams distantly]

[pleasant music]

♪

- Hey, Cory. Hey, Donny.

♪

Wonko, uh,

sprayed my mistress.

I'm sorry for blackmailing you earlier.

I don't know what to say.

It's like Wonko cast some strange spell over me.

[gentle music]

- Why don't you give your mistress a tomato sauce bath?

Should help get the stink out.

Plus, it'll help get you off the rocks.

♪

- That's a great idea. Thanks, Donny.

♪

Come on, Charlie.

♪

Charlie. [dog whines]

Come on, Charlie.

[claps] Charlie.

Come on, Charlie! Bonko!

Come on, Charlie... - All right, come on.

- He's cute, isn't he?

- Yeah.

[dog panting]

- Bye, Christian.

- What a wild day.

[crickets chirping]

- Hey, pal?

Hey. I'm sorry to wake you up.

But I need you to come downstairs.

There's someone else who wants to see Wonko.

[soft orchestral music]

♪

- Who the fuck is that?

- Pal, you know who it is.

It's Wonko's boyfriend.

Thought it was her mother at first,

but you can see his little ball sack.

Anyway, probably smelled Wonko's spray,

recognized the stink, and came to take her home.

- Oh, that's too bad, 'cause I don't think

she wants to go.

♪

- You always said you'd let Wonko be Wonko.

Well, I think now's the time.

♪

- Please, can she stay?

We're a couple wild animals, Cor.

What's one more?

- She's in love. I think it's time

she returned home with her boyfriend.

♪

- All right.

♪

- Stay wild.

You hear me?

♪

My man ain't no snitch.