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Dude, what took so long?We've been waiting since 7:30.

I'm sorry, man.

I was uh--

I was organizing my phone,and I just-- come on,

I don't want to miss anything.

Wait, is this actually going down?

Of course. Get in.

BARRY: Are you sure, becauseI had to beg borrow and steel

to get past my mom.

Dude, trust me.

Get in.

All right.

Hey, can I drive?

No.

BARRY: Damn.

THE SONICS: Hey, little girl,

what's the matter with you?

Don't you like the things I do?

You're wearing a frown.

I been shot down.

Hey, little girl, I play a guitar.

I even drive a brand new car.

Big man in town, I been shot down.

BARRY: Sam Cartier's tough.

"Car-chee-ay."

"Car-chee-ay."

He's French.

Right.

What is that?

- What?

Well, what the hell is that?

What?

You're not getting any of that?

No.

No, all I'm smelling is Barry's Drakkar Noir.

I'm not wearing Drakkar Noir.

It's not not.

No, it's the smell of fear.

If by fear, you mean money,then yes, you do smell fear.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Ladies and gentlemen start your engines.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to

the divisional championships.

Wrestling in the 60 kilogram weight class,

Arnie Taffert and Sean Woodrow.

BARRY: Come on.

Come on.

Fight, you got it.

Yes.

Is that a new phone?

Yeah, my dad just got it for me.

DESSON: You like it?

I already have, like, 50 apps on it.

That's OK.

ANNOUNCER: Next,wrestling at 74 kilograms,

Sam Cartier and Jerry Mitchum.

Sam Cartier is going to kill the skinny kid.

Come on.

Kill him. Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him, you stupid son of a--

BARRY: Did you see that?

That was a total fucking dive.

No, no, no, no, this is-- don't.

This is bullshit.

What the hell's that?

Get lost.

BARRY: I know you dove.

You want to die?

That would be nice, but apparently you

can't kill anything, can you?DESSON: Hey, hey, hey.

OK, Barry, chill.

If you talk to me like that again,

and I'll slit yourthroat, you fucking twig.

You are unbelievable.

You sad sack piece of shit.

BARRY: Fuck.

Hey, hey, hey.

Why'd you have to go and do that?

Get your fucking face out of my face.

You're failing English, aren't you?

SAM: Fuck.

Ow, let me go.

Shit.

Fucking dicks.

Let go of me.

Don't fucking come near me, fucking dick.

COACH FORTIER: All right, whatthe fuck were you thinking?

BARRY: I don't know.

COACH FORTIER: You don't know?BARRY: No.

COACH FORTIER: All right, let'sget your parents down here.

What's their number? BARRY: Ah, shit.

DESSON: Hey, coach?

Hey. - Yeah.

This is basically my fault.

Yeah, and basically I'lldeal with you in a minute.

Get out, Desson.

OK, but it's my fault. Look, I'm--

I'm sorry things got out of hand there,

but there's a very good explanation for it.

OK, so why don't you fill me in, then?

OK, I'm not proud of it or anything, but--

But what?

Yeah, you know, Sam Cartieris a pretty good-looking guy.

OK.

And-- and Bar--

Barry here was just, uh, you know, he's--

Sam's been nailing mygirlfriend behind my back.

Oh, I see.

Is that true?

Yeah.

COACH FORTIER: Yeah?

Well, listen, I will nottolerate this kind of crap.

You guys want to settle a score, you

do it on your own damn time.- Yes, sir.

All right, I want to seeboth of you in my class

after school for detention all week.

Try to be there.

Try to forget about this Sam Cartier stuff.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Yep.

Thanks, coach.

OK.

You-- what the hell's gotten into you lately?

What was that about?

DESSON: Uh, what, Barry and Sam?

Yeah.

DESSON: It was nothing.

Then why did Barry go after him?

Ah, yeah that was--

that was about something else.

PAUL: Yeah, bullshit.

Come on, just tell me.

OK, Barry--

Barry thought Sam wasn'tas strong as he usually is.

That's pretty stupid.

DESSON: I know.

That's what I said.

So is everything OK with Coach?

DESSON: Oh, yeah yeah.

I ironed that out.

PAUL: All right, good.

It was kind of fun, though.

I forgot how fun high school was.

What, are you going towax poetic about grade 12?

PAUL: I actually kind of miss it.

Listen, I'm going to need youto either step it up soon,

or settle up soon, OK?

Uh, yeah, it's--

no worries, man.

I'm feeling a lucky streak coming on.

OK, good.

See you tomorrow.

Uh-- yeah, I think so.

PAUL: OK.

See you tomorrow.

Uh, I made some coffee.

BRUCE: Thanks.

DESSON: How hungry are you?

BRUCE: Pretty hungry.

Is there milk?

DESSON: Yeah.

BRUCE: You home tonight?

DESSON: No.

BRUCE: You got a date?

DESSON: Dad.

BRUCE: Where you going?

DESSON: I got a poker game.

Is Barry going?

DESSON: Yeah.

BRUCE: What's the buy-in?

Not much.

Hey, are we selling the house?

I don't know yet.

Oh.

Well, um, if you're going to move

out with Barry into anapartment this summer, I just--

I don't think I need all the space to myself.

OK.

I was just asking.

Are-- are you moving out for sure?

Yep.

So what are you doing tonight?

I got to stay late at the office.

New senior manager that, uh, Itold you about is kind of a--

--prick?

You can say that again.

You need to get out more, Dad.

COACH FORTIER: Desson.

Where's your buddy?

Got me.

COACH FORTIER: Oh, Colleen,nice of you to join us.

Why don't you take your regular seat?

Hello.

COACH FORTIER: Uh, Mr.Orr, quiet in here, yeah?

DESSON: OK, yeah.

Sorry.

All right, let's keep quiet in here,

and I will be back in a minute or two, yeah?

So why are you here?

He caught me skipping his class.

Ouch.

Where were you?

I was studying for mymath test in the library.

DESSON: Yeah, right.

Really?

Yeah, as if.

DESSON: You want to see a card trick?

OK.

OK.

Pick one.

Now put it back.

You can remember that, right?

Yeah, I think so.

DESSON: I hope so.

Now pick another one, any one.

How did you do that?

I think my mom taught me that one.

I'm impressed.

Thank you.

So what do you do for fun?

What do you mean?

I mean, do you knit sweaters,do you read romance novels,

do you play the clarinet?

I love live music, so I like to go to clubs.

Yeah, but you can't get into clubs.

Yeah I can.

How?

I bet you can't even get cleavage.

I have a fake ID, you putz.

You do?

And I can get cleavage if I want to.

So what are you doing tonight?

DESSON: So are you ready for this?

COLLEEN: Ready for what?

DESSON: You'll see.

Paul around?

You tell Paul I want all youlittle assholes out of here

by midnight at the latest.

DESSON: Hey.

PAUL: Hola amigo, konnichiwa.- This is Colleen.

She's in my Bio 30 class.

It's, uh, nice to meet you, Colleen.

Likewise.

You want something to drink, Colleen?

What are you having?

We'll have rum and cokes.

That'll be, uh, $3.00, please?

Oh, I'm-- I'm fucking with you.

First one's on the house.

Thank you.

So, do you like gaming, Colleen?

I don't know.

All right, well, have some chips on me.

Let me know if you want some more,

and I'll set you up with a line of credit.

I have to go make a call right now,

but yeah, it was a-- itwas a pleasure meeting you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Oh, um, yeah, Colleen, one more thing,

and this is kind of important.

Even though this place isa bunch of fun and games,

I would appreciate it if you didn't

tell anyone about it, likeas in no one, you understand?

Yeah.

All right.

Don't worry about him.

He can get a little bit intense.

How do you know him?

He was the captain of the mathclub when I was in grade 10.

Really?

So you want to play something?

OK, take these.

High-low-- you bet on whether the dice

are going to come up higherthan seven or lower than seven.

- OK. - OK.

Now, wait, wait.

High or low?

OK, low.

What's your bet?

Two.

Roll 'em.

DESSON: Low, you won $2.00.

OK.

OK, can I invest?

Go on.

OK.

OK, high.

All right.

THE PACK A.D.: Twospecies pushed over the brink.

High.

Ow!

THE PACK A.D.: Ifall these words were real.

If all these words were real there'd be more.

What do you want, Benson?

BENSON: Are you playing or what?

I'm kind of busy here, man.

Yeah, well don't worry.

I won't take all your money.

COLLEEN: What's wrong?

You want to play?

No.

Maybe just a couple hands.

Come on, I'll show you how to play.

POKER PLAYER: Check.

BARRY :What's up, man?

How's it going?

Colleen, uh, how's it going?

What-- what are you, uh--what are you doing here?

Uh, Desson brought me.

Oh, he did, did he?

COLLEEN: You're a gambler too?

BARRY: Sometimes.

Be careful with this one, though.

He's a fast worker.

Yeah, but not as fast as I thought.

And don't tell my sisteryou found me here, OK?

Yeah, sure.

BARRY: All right.

What's up, man?

Hey, it's midnight.

My dad's going to freak.

Are you ready to go?

OK, I'll just finish this hand.

OK, well Darren'sleaving, and I'm just going

to catch a ride with him, OK?

What?

No, just let me finish this hand.

I'll take you home.

No, man.

I got to go.

OK, I'm sorry.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Come on, man.

My grandma plays faster than you.

DESSON: Shut up, Benson.

PAUL: Hope to see you again.

COLLEEN: Thanks for having me.

DESSON: Raise.

Call--

--and hurry up, because I don't have all day.

Fuck it--

--I'm all in.

Call.

What do you got?

Oh, I win.

These are my chips now.

That's a lot of money.

Oh,

you pussy, you were busy doing what?

You don't even have the fuckingdecency to get a hold of me.

You know what, you're You need

a fucking smack, you know that?

Look, you've got till tomorrowto get me the

Hey, who was that?

Who was who?

That guy outside.

None of your fucking business, that's who.

PAUL: Hey, I need to talk to you.

DESSON: Hey, what's going on?

PAUL: Get the fuck out.

Oh, Desson, why don't youreason with your friend here.

Look, I told you I'd getyou the money as soon I can,

dude, all right?

PAUL: That's not good enough, is it?

And by the way, I'm not your fucking dude.

What do you want me to say right now?

I don't have the money, OK?

How much do you have,then, you fucking weasel?

BARRY: Fine.

Hey, everybody, let's take a chill pill here.

How-- how much we talking about?

Two large.

Two large?

Shit.

OK, Barry, you can-- you cantake care of that, can't you?

I-- I can't get you anything till Friday.

Friday, what's that, your fucking allowance?

Yeah, it is my fucking allowance.

How much?

$30.

PAUL: That's a lot of fucking Fridays.

All right, fine, then.

Let's think of it as-- as apayment plan, then, all right?

No, fuck you, kid.

Hey, well, don't call me kid, all right?

Then fucking pay me, bitch.

Hey, forget it.

Fuck you.

Hey, hey.

Don't fucking touch me, Desson.

Hey, calm down, man.

What the fuck are you trying to do?

We can sort something out here, OK?

We can get Barry on a--

on a payment plan or something.

Maybe you can lend him the money, huh?

Oh, right, you can't, because you're

broke like a fucking joke.

So why the fuck are you even talking?

How about I give him your fucking deal.

What are you doing?

PAUL: I'm trying to get my fucking money.

What are you doing?

BARRY: The guy's a fucking freak.

Hey, dude, why did you have to step in?

I totally could have taken him.

DESSON: I don't know what's up with him.

He's usually an OK guy.

BARRY: Whatever.

What's he going to do, right?

What's that deal he was talking about?

DESSON: It's nothing.

All right.

Have a good night, man.

I'll catch you later.

All right, man.

Hey, Desson. How's it going?

Hey, Heather, I'm good. How you doing?

I'm good.

Is Barry here.

HEATHER: Uh, no.

I think he went early.

OK.

Well, do you want a ride?

- Sure.- OK, let me grab my bag.

OK.

All right.

So I heard about Sam Cartier.

What about Sam Cartier?

That you guys got in a fight.

Barely.

HEATHER: Uh, that's not whatit looked like on Barry's nose.

DESSON: Uh, Barry head-butted his fist.

HEATHER: Head-butted his fist?

Are you serious?

DESSON: Yeah, it was really weird.

So I heard you went out with Colleen.

BRUCE: Hello.

Yeah, no, it's OK.

I got a sec.

VOICEMAIL RECORDING: First new message.

BARRY : Yo, Desson, what's up?

It's Barry.

Dude, I was just at Wang's, andI fucking killed it tonight.

Dude, I'm sorted.

Anyway, have a good night tonight.

Catch you later.

VOICEMAIL RECORDING: End of messages.

What is it?

Hey, Heather, I'm sorry to spring this on you,

but you told the police you were home when Barry

got there last night, right?

Yeah.

What happened?

I-- he tried to sneak in like he always does,

and Mom was waiting up forhim, and they started fighting,

and--

What were they fighting about?

I don't know.

DESSON: About him coming in late?

Yeah, and about him stealing money,

and not unloading the dishwasher,

and forgetting to walk the dog.

And then what?

You're really freaking me out.

I'm sorry, OK.

I just really need to know.

Then I heard him get a text message,

and then I heard him sneak out.

What did the police say?

Nothing, really.

Why?

DESSON: I mean, are they investigating?

They're waiting until they can determine

the exact cause of death.

Hey, can you get his phone for me?

HEATHER: Sure, I'll bring it to school.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I've been looking for you.

I can't believe it.

I talked to him lastnight, and he seemed fine.

Well, where are you heading now?

Do you want to talk to me, or--

I'd love to, but uh, I'm--

I'm going to go to Paul's.

Are you serious?

Tonight?

Yeah.

OK, well, hop in and I'll take you.

DESSON: Hey, where's Paul?

Um, in his room, I think.

Why, are you going to play?

DESSON: Can you hold on a second?

Yeah, sure.

POKER PLAYER: Call.

Deal me in.

Do you play?

Yeah.

PAUL: I was--

I was wondering if you were going to show up.

I guess there's nothing better to do.

Can I come in?

PAUL: No, let's-- let's go over there.

Is, uh, she your girlfriend now?

No.

You know about Barry?

Yeah, that's-- it's pretty fucked up.

You guys were pretty tight, huh?

Look, about last night, yeah, I didn't--

I didn't mean to come on that strong.

Then why did you?

He owed me money.

What was I supposed to do?

DESSON: Did you have to hit him?

You saw him. You saw him.

He wasn't getting the message.

DESSON: But he was going to pay you.

OK, good.

I don't want to talk about this.

But don't you think that--

PAUL: I said drop it, so fucking drop it.

Have you heard of a place called Wang's?

No.

What's-- what's Wang's?

I think Barry went there last night.

I think he won some money.

Look-- and I mean thisin the nicest way possible,

you need to worry about yourself,

and how you're going to pay me back,

because I'm going to need something

substantial by Friday.

And you'll get it.

Good.

And if anyone asks about this place,

you're not going to say anything, right?

I'm not a snitch.

Yeah, I know you're not.

DONK: Your play, man.

Call, raise, or fold.

Hello.

Shut up, Donk.

You sound like Benson.

I think that was a fucking insult.

OK, call, mofo.

Where is Benson, anyways?

Went to some other place, allegedly.

Wang's?

I don't what it's called.

Desson.

OK, so I'll see you tomorrow?

COLLEEN: Yeah, of course.

DESSON: What you got?

Peanut butter, jelly, crab apple.

DESSON: Yum.

My mom always wanted me totry all this weird stuff--

liverwurst and head cheese,but all I ever wanted every day

was just some PB&J.

What do you got?

Oh now I'm into head cheese.

That is absolutely fucking disgusting.

Do you even know what they put in that shit?

DESSON: What happened to your eye?

I bumped it.

DESSON: On whose fist?

Yeah, right.

Hey, what's Wang's?

Why?

DESSON: I'm just interested.

It's nothing.

Come on, man.

Look, I'm not supposed to talk about it.

Come on, man. It's me.

I'm cool.

Yeah, dude, I respectthe fact that you're cool,

but I'm not supposed to say anything,

and therefore I'm not going to say anything.

OK.

But you know I'm not going to tell anyone.

Yeah, I didn't say that you would.

Paul told me anyway.

Paul told you about Terry?

What are you doing?

- Look, I got to jet. - Why?

I got--

Hey, what-- why?

Wait, wait, Benson, wait.

Hey, it's a simple question.

I said, fuck off, OK?

You're really starting toannoy the shit out of me.

Man, you want to take my advice?

Go back to Paul's and playthe games with the kids, OK,

and stay out of my way. - It's too late.

You're dumber than I thought.

Yes, I am.

So who's Terry?

I said, fuck off, OK?

You're being a real asshole.

Who is Terry?

Where do you think Paul got his money from?

I don't know.

Yeah, me neither.

You're not eating?

No, I had a late lunch.

Are-- are you going to Barry's wake?

Yeah, in like half an hour.

Good.

Um, here's-- for flowers.

You don't mind?

Is something up?

What would you say if Isold off some of mom's stuff?

Like what?

BRUCE: I don't know,those chairs that I hate,

her bike, those stupid owls, and the plates

that your grandma gave us,the record player that--

Mom loved that record player.She got it at--

BRUCE: At a yard sale in the Yukon.

I know.

I was there.

I-- I just think it's time toget rid of some of the clutter

around this place.

So you're OK with that?

Do I get a cut?

A cut?

Well, yeah.

I mean, some of this stuffis, like, mine, right?

Well--

DESSON: Mom even said that I was going

to get the record player, so--

OK, well, I guess that's fair.

OK.

Hey.

Hey.

HEATHER: Come in.

What are you doing now?

COLLEEN: My dad's picking me up.

Don't you want to hang out?

We can grab some food or something.

I'd love to, but I can't.

My dad is taking us out.

DESSON: Where?

I don't know.

Well, tell him you can't go.

I'll take you you out for food.

I can't come now, but I can meet you later.

Are you going to Paul's.

I need to take a break from that place.

Why?

Sometimes Paul's notall he's cracked up to be.

He seems really cool to me.

I think you should stay away from there.

Why?

You think I've got thehots for him or something?

No, I'm just trying to look out for you.

WOMAN IN NEXT ROOM:Colleen, your dad's here.

OK, thank you.

I can look out for myself, Desson.

I know you can.

OK, well do you want to hook up later?

I don't know.

HEATHER: Hey, you told me to find his phone,

but I can't find it.

Huh.

Maybe the police have it.

They asked my mom if he had one.

Really?

What's going on?

Nothing.

Do you know who he talked to?

No.

I can't believe this.

What a bastard.

What?

He was a lying fucking asshole.

DESSON: Hey.

You don't know the shit he put mom through.

- Hey.- He's been a serious dick.

Don't talk about him like that.

Heather, Barry didn't kill himself.

What?

I don't know what happened,but I know he didn't do it.

I gotta go.

Keep that between us, OK?

HEATHER: Wait, whatthe fuck are you talking about?

Hey, just trust me.

Trust me.

VOCALIST: I guess I wasn't enough,

even though I was in love.

She could go without me for a month.

I was a young and confused drunk.

She was pretty and tough, a little

too rough around the edges.

VOICEMAIL RECORDING: Sorry,but the user's mailbox

can't accept more messages.

PAUL: Juststep in here for a minute.

VOCALIST: Just find a place to rest,

I'll pass the test.

The burning in my chest subsided.

I was given a fist full ofpills to heal my angry liver.

It was revealed that I needed rebirth

to return to a broken world--

PAUL: Go to Wang's, ask for Terry,

and wait with him until he says you can leave.

Copacetic?

Yeah.

VOCALIST: Theday I left the city there

was nothing left to live for.

I was screaming through the mountains,

dunked my head into the river.

I woke up with aheadache, had enough already.

Had to and got ready.

Laced up my boots, andstacked my backpack for a year

on the hoof, gained and lost--

PAUL: Hello?

Hello.

When the fuck did you come in?

I didn't hear you.

Yeah, I just had to make a phone call.

In the coat room?

Yeah, it's so loud in there, you can barely

hear yourself fucking bluff.

What's up with you?

I was at Barry's wake today.

Oh, you're sad.

You want a hug?

No.

It's OK, little Dessie.

It's OK.

It's going to be all.

Right it's going to fine, OK?

Be a man, get over it, andget back in the game, OK?

Shit, Colleen, I'm sorry.

I was going to text you.

It's not what you think, OK?

DESSON: Hey, Sammy.

- What the fuck are you doing?- What do you mean?

Paul asked me to come with you.

Bullshit, get the fuck out of my car.

DESSON: Hey, what's in the bag?

SAM: Get out of my car.

What are you talking about, bro?

Let's go.

Paul asked me to keep an eye on you.

SAM: Get out. - Hey.

SAM: Open the door.

Open the door.

DESSON: What's this, Sammy?

Open the fucking door, Desson.

SAM: I'm going to fucking breakyour face, you little shitbird.

Yeah, you think I'm an idiot?

Barry was right.

You did take a dive.

SAM: You're dead.

DESSON: You fucked over everyone, huh?

What are you going to tell Donk, and Cheese?

Fuck you.

I did it.

You better not fucking talk--

What else did you do, Sammy?

Huh?

Did you text Barry that night?

What night?

Tuesday night.

You're a fucking idiot.

You don't know nothing about nothing.

No, you're wrong, Sammy.

I know lots about nothing.

Bite me, Desson.

Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

Keep your mouth shut, right?

Right?

Fuck.

You're not so tough now, huh, dickass?

WAITER: Good evening, sir.

I'll be right back.

OK.

WAITER: So, you ready to order, sir?

Uh, yeah.

Um, I'll just have the Peking duck.

The Peking duck.

Anything else with that?

Rice, perhaps?

Um, rum and coke.

A rum and Coke.

You got any ID?

Just the Peking duck then.

WAITER: Very good, sir.

Whoa, hang on there, buddy.

What are you doing?

I was just taking a look around.

That's not how it works.

How did you get down here?

Uh, the waiter told me to come down here.

OK.

A-- a friend of mine told me to come--

come here.

Who's your friend?

Uh--

--him.

How did you get in here?

Well, I was just waitingfor my Peking duck,

thought I'd take a look around.

Nice place.

What's the ante?

It's $20.

OK.

Deal me in.

Isn't it a little past your bedtime, kid?

Very witty.

So this is Terry's place?

You don't quit, do you?

No, I don't.

So was Barry here Tuesday night?

Dude, just play the game.

But he was here, though?

Make your bet.

You saw him though, right?

Quit your yakkin' and make your bet.

Right?

Thank you.

Let me see the flop.

See, I've got a feelingmy luck's going to change.

MAN: Come with me.

Oh, we're right in the middle of a hand.

Dude, not cool.

Hey.

DESSON: What did I do, man?

I didn't fucking do anything.

Go away, little boy.

I got $100 in there.

BENSON: Ah, no, please, what are you doing?

Think your little friend should--

BENSON: Stop, stop.

Ah, fuck.

Fuck.

What happened to my $100?

The dealer took it as a tip.

Ah, fuck that.

So who's Terry?

I don't know.

A bookie or some shit.

Well, does Paul work for him?

BENSON: Good question.

Well--

What do you think, Desson?

Why did you bring Barry here?

Because he wanted to come.

Yeah, well I wanted to come.

You didn't fucking bring me.

Oh, boo hoo to you.

How much did he win?

What?

DESSON: He said he won a bunch of money.

What are you talking about?

He don't win shit, OK? He lost his shirt.

He was practically crying when he left.

Why do you give a shitabout any of this anyways?

Do you really want to know why I didn't invite you?

It's because lately you've become

nothing but a self-centeredpiece of shit.

All you care about is you, yourmoney, and your deal with Paul.

Yeah, that's right.

I know.

I know what you're all about.

You've got all these playersthinking you're like them,

and you got Paulthinking you're like him.

You got everybody fooled, don't you, Desson?

Everybody but you.

Oh, Colleen, always a pleasure.

Hey.

Colleen.

COACH FORTIER: Hey, I have an idea.

Why don't we sit still and be quiet,

since this is a detention,and not musical chairs.

Colleen, it's not what you think.

What?

I didn't go to Paul's to play poker.

- I don't care. - I had to talk to him.

I thought he wasn't all he's cracked up to be.

He's not.

Interesting.

You have every right to be pissed off,

but there's a lot going on that you don't know,

and I'm not screwing you around.

Excuse me? Are you for real?

Do you think I'm just dying tobe with you so you can treat

me like crap anytime you want?- No.

COLLEEN: Well, screw that.

You know, this is the secondtime you've been a dick to me.

I can see a pattern forming here.

Colleen, at least let me explain myself.

Do I have the words, fucking desperate,

tattooed on my forehead?

COACH FORTIER: Whoa, OK, that's enough.

Desson, well you please go to that corner,

and Colleen, you come and sit up here, please.

OK, that's not what I think, OK?

That's not what this is about.

Desson.

I really like you.

COACH FORTIER: Desson, come on.

I'm just trying to keepyou out of a bad situation.

COACH FORTIER: OK, come on. Let's go.

Come on, let's go, Desson.

Are you OK?

Yeah, you?

I've been better.

You didn't find his phone, did you?

No.

My parents talked to the police.

They said that they're waitingfor the results of the autopsy,

but it's 95% certain that Barry hung himself.

There's no way.

HEATHER: You don't have to be depressed.

People can just do things for no reason.

Heather, are you listening to yourself?

We're talking about Barry here.

He wasn't like that.

He was a fighter.

He could have-- he couldhave gotten through anything.

Stop it, Desson.

Why are you even doing it?

You're running aroundpretending you're what, a cop?

He hung himself.

I want you to tell my parentseverything, about the gambling,

and how he got into it.

No.

If you're not going totell them, then I'm going to.

DESSON: Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dess, how's it going?

What-- what happened to your face?

What are you doing?

Oh, uh, I'm, uh, I'm smoking some pot.

Work has been a little bit stressful

lately, so I just thought--

Are you OK?

Oh, yeah yeah yeah, everything's fine.

I just-- I've had a littletrouble sleeping lately,

so I thought this might help.

Dad, I got to talk to you about something.

Yeah, of-- yeah, of course.

BRUCE: Are you hungry, because I'm starving?

Can I just get something?

Hey, I was looking for you.

Dad, I'm busy.

Well, what did you want to talk about?

DESSON: Nothing. It doesn't matter.

Yes, it does.

I want to know how you're doing.

I feel like we never talk anymore, you know.

Come on, Dess.

Where did you get the shiner?

Dad, come on.

Is it girls?

Well, is it school?

I promise I'm going to be a good listener.

Dad, you're stoned.

BRUCE: I am not stoned.

I am just a little bit high.

Can you-- can you leave?

I don't want to talk to you about anything.

OK.

And maybe next time I'll toke up so we're

on the same fucking level.

I will not be spoken to that way.

What do you care, dad?

You're stoned.

Desson, that is enough.

What?

What, are you going to hit me?

What are you going to do, Dad?

I thought we could go somewhere fun with this,

but you probably just want your cut.

PAUL: I'm pretty pissed at you, Desson.

Yeah, get in line.

Can I come in?

Go around back.

I heard you were at Wang's last night.

I heard it was a decent spot.

It's not.

At least it's not a rib joint.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

You know what I mean.

What is it with you, Desson?

Where did you get the money in the bag?

Are you fucking soft?

Where do you think I got it?

Suckers like me and Barry.

No, suckers who actually pay.

How much you make off Sam Cartier?

You better hold your fucking tongue, Desson.

Why?

It's just you and me here.

Give me the truth.

All right.

When I first started this,I borrowed money from Terry.

And I happen to hate that fucking cunt.

So ever since, I've been savingevery penny to pay him back,

and now I am.

You don't care Barry's dead.

Look, you've got to move on with that shit.

Otherwise you're going to get yourself hurt.

No, you know what?

I'm done with you.

No.

No, you're not done with me, because you

still fucking owe me, or didyou happen to forget that?

Where-- where did you get this?

Huh?

Got lucky.

PAUL: At Wang's?

That's none of your fucking business, OK?

Look, I'm done with this.

I'm out.

DESSON: Hey, Dad.

Hey.

Uh, I'm sorry about thosethings that I said earlier.

I didn't mean them.

Thanks.

I appreciate the apology.

Hey, Dess, I quit my job tonight.

What?

Yeah, I called Franklin and I told

him that, effective immediately,I wasn't coming in anymore.

Well, what are you going to do now?

BRUCE: Oh, I don't know.

I want to do something I like.

Well, that's great, Dad.

BRUCE: Thanks.

I'm happy for you.

Dad, uh, what-- what wouldyou say if I came to you

with a situation where I need you

to be behind me no matter what?

I'm in shit, and I didn'tknow where else to go.

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking.

How much did you lose?

$2,200.

Jesus.

OK, OK.

That's not the end of the world.I mean--

What the fuck? Are you drunk?

My parents are going to fucking behead me.

COLLEEN: My dad sold the Camaro, and I

took the money from his desk.

That is a lot of money to my parents right now.

Shit.

COLLEEN: You got to helpme come up with something.

I need to tell him something.

Colleen, I-- I haven'tbeen totally honest with you.

What do you mean?

I lost some money, a lot ofmoney, and Paul gave me a loan.

He said that I could pay interest on that,

or I can bring some peopleto his place, and then--

and then they would--

COLLEEN: And what-- what are you saying?

10% from all of theirlosses go towards my loan.

Are you fucking kidding me?

How much money have you made?

I'm not entirely sure, but I'm--

I'm-- I'm done with that, Colleen, I--

I swear. I quit.

I'm never going back to Paul's place.

Who else besides me?

DESSON: Sonny, Donk, Cheese,bas-- basically everyone.

What about Barry?

Did you make money off of Barry, too?

How could you do that?

I know what I've done.

OK, I think about it all the time.

If I hadn't done that shit,Barry might still be alive.

My dad's going to fucking kill me.

DESSON: Hey.

I'm going to fix this, OK.

I'm going to get you your money back.

How?

Just stay here, OK?

Don't go home.

I'll call you when I know something.

SAM: Hey!

Where's the money?

Where is the fucking money?

Bitch.

Oh, fuck.

Why did you do it?

Huh, why?

What?

Why do you have Barry's phone?

What phone?

I don't know what thefuck you're talking about?

In the bag.

That's not my bag.

Whose is it, Paul's?

I don't know.

It was in my fucking car.

SAM: You fucking idiot.

Heather.

HEATHER: He was murdered.

The autopsy showed that he was strangled

and then hung up to make itlook like he did it himself.

The police are coming to interview us.

Desson?

Desson?

What.

HEATHER: I need you to come overhere and talk to them, please.

Desson.

Desson.

Desson, where are you?

Answer me.

What the hell happened to you?

I don't want any trouble.

Not from me, ma'am.

POKER PLAYER: What the fuck happened, man?

What the fuck are you doing here?

You're not welcome here anymore, Desson.

Where did you get that?

What the fuck are you doing?

I didn't do anything.

Bullshit.

I know.

Know what?

Why did you do it?

I didn't do anything, you prick.

Huh, why did you do it, Benson.

Get the fuck out of my way.

What the fuck is going on here, Paul?

Who's got it?

Him.

And who the fuck are you?

Where's my motherfucking money?

Get out of my house.

Just sit the fuck down.

And you, you stay where you are.

I said, where's my money?

Where's my money?

I said, get the fuck out of my house, Dad.

Do you know how to use that, Paul?

PAUL'S MOM: The police are here.

Who called the fucking police?

You snitched.

Why did you do it?

Fuck you. I'm leaving now.

DESSON: Hey, hey.

Why did you do it?

It was an accident.

I didn't mean to, OK.

I just wanted the money.

What money?

BENSON: He won.

He won at Wang's.

It was-- I didn't mean to.

I just-- I'm in such shit, Desson.

I'm so fucked.

I'm so fucked.

Yeah, you are.

BRUCE : Dess.

Dad, hi.

BRUCE : Desson,where the hell are you?

The police called.

I'm OK.

BRUCE : Thank God.

Hey, is Colleen still there?

Yeah, she's-- she's right here.

What's going on?

Dad, I'm in some trouble.

Where are you?

Uh, 37th and Wallace.

BRUCE : OK, Dess, don't move.

I'll be there in five minutes.

OK.

I'll be here.

MOKA ONLY & ITCHY

VOCALIST: I grew up on the classics,

the Chronics, Illmatics, 36 Chambers, even ill

and I'll scratch it.

Back when we used to laugh at Ugly

Craig mack his, when Del still did acid,

and Hi Ro was massive.

Southernplayalistic Outkast cadillac shit.

Something for my Walkman Icould sing along and rap with.

Doggy Style was a favorite,even though mom and dad probably

just hated me for playingit, saying shit like,

Gs up, hoes down, and biotch.

We would watch Rap City so loud.

Don't front, don't front,you know what I got you open.

I would read The Source for allthe verses they were quotin'.

When stakes were high andfive mics were no lie.

Scarface had the diary and Bushwick had no eye.

Shimmy shimmy yaw, shimmy yam, shimmy yay.

Used to love her still, just ina different way, different way,

different way, different way.

Back in the day.