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You gotta cough up the money, all right?

- Yo.

You get high, man?

Good shit, man, whatever you want, I got it.

' Mm-mm.

The bigger the cushion, sweeter the pushin'.

You asshole.

- Jesse Page.

You still look like you.

- Larry Storey.

You're still a dickhead.

- Here, give me a hug.

Seriously bro, I missed you.

Sorry I was late.

- Ah, don't worry about it, I just got here.

How was the bus ride?

- Cheap.

- What do you think of LA so far?

- Looks like the yard.

- Kinda.

Little better.

(Uaughs)

Come here.

- This is yours?

- Shit no, Kimosabe.

This is yours.

Got this shuttle on a trade with Tyrone a while back,

he owed me on a deal.

It's a little old, 20 years, needs a little work.

Rides smooth.

I got it for you, bro.

Start her up.

Yeah!

Did you come yet?

(Uaughs)

You will.

- The fuck are you doing?

- Bulldog, it's just me, man, come on.

- You fuckin' stupid?

You walk in on me when I'm baggin',

I should shoot you in your ass.

- The door was unlocked.

- Try knocking.

- This is Jesse "Lucky Boy" Page.

We shared the same house when we were behind walls.

Jess, this is Bulldog.

- Try knocking.

- Come on.

They're busy.

Hey, Marlene.

Hey-

- This is my friend Jesse.

- Hi.

Hi.

- We boil our works here.

AIDS and all that shit, you gotta be careful.

(Uaughs)

Come on.

Hey Breeze, Shonda, I want you to meet someone.

Jesse Page.

- Hey man.

How you doing?

This is Shonda Lee Bragg.

- Hi Jesse.

I'm Shonda Lee Bragg.

- Gretchen, Gretchen help me!

- What's going on?

- You have to help me, you have to help me.

- Is that you?

- Yeah.

- It's Billy, he's trying to eat me.

- Oh, that doesn't sound so bad.

Why don't you just go with it?

- That's my latest movie, Hell Flesh, check it out.

- Shonda's a famous scream queen.

She does like what, 10 movies a year?

- Mm-hmm.

- Come on you guys, it's not always 10.

I mean last year it was 10, but that was

a really good year for me.

- That's a lot of fuckin' movies.

- Yeah right, I mean, it is a lot of movies.

Hey Larry guess what.

My interview from Mutant Cop 2, it went really well today.

I'm pretty sure I got the part.

- Great, way to go.

- It's between me and Tiffany Canyon.

- Tiffany Canyon.

Is that the same Tiffany Canyon who plays supporting roles

in porno flicks?

Here we go.

- Hey, shitstick, it's a big role, okay?

The female lead, T, you got it?

- Oh yeah, I'm sure it's another masterpiece

of ass theater classic.

- What have you done with your life lately, huh man?

You dick.

- Don't worry about him, baby.

Let's just watch the rest of our movie.

- Hey T-Bone, take it easy, man.

- I hope you get what you want.

- Yeah.

You too, man.

T-Bone, this is Jesse.

- Larry says you were called Lucky Boy in the yard.

How come?

That's 'cause Jesse always scored the lucky punch.

- Right.

The one that ended it.

I don't give a shit where you are.

In the room, the alley, the yard, in the street,

anywhere, anytime, Jesse kicked anybody's ass.

Hey Bone, he's never lost a fight.

No shit.

How long you been outside?

- Couple months.

- Must be nice not being behind walls anymore.

Bro.

- Later.

Yeah.

- Peace and love, man.

- Get in there.

- My bro, huh?

T-Bone.

Here.

- You still don't make your bed.

- Well, if you haven't guessed by now,

T-Bone, he's kinda lame.

- Yeah, I'm starting to figure that out.

- But Breeze, he's okay.

Cool, straight-up.

- What about Shonda?

Quality work.

Righteous, straight-up.

Marlene, she's a little outside.

She's also Bulldog's punk.

- What's Bulldog's story?

And why does he call you punk?

- Come on, Jess.

Bulldog, he's just, you know he's calling the shots

in the crew, he's playing the law, that's all.

It's not like I punk anymore.

I don't trick.

I got no need for that.

Hey bro, I have some good things going on here, hmm?

You know, I'm aware that you're the one

who changed all that for me.

- I don't know about that.

- Yeah, I do.

If you didn't stand for me I would've kept being

ass-bait for every meathead in the joint.

I don't forget things like that.

- We looked out for each other.

- Yeah, we did, we do look out for each other.

Now what's this about T-Bone, you tell him

you've been out for a couple months, what's up with that?

- What do you mean what's up with that?

- You were gonna call me the minute you got out,

that's what we talked about when I finished my bit.

- I wanted to look around a little.

- Look around, at what?

- I don't know, just look around.

(Uaughs)

- You got anything cooking, anything going on?

- I'm not sure yet.

- Like I said, bro, I got some things happening.

I'll cut you in on it.

- Whoa, see I'm just visiting here, you know what I mean?

- Come on.

- No, I'm just passing through.

- Sure.

You got your sticks with you?

- Hmm?

- Yeah you do, yeah you do, let me see 'em, where are they?

Are they there?

Right there in the bag.

No no, Jesse Page, you go nowhere without these.

I know you, huh?

Remember those nights in the rec room,

Ernie Blue and his guitar, you drumming your ass off?

- And you trying to sing.

' Trying!

Oh, man, good times.

Ernie Blue, him and his Donald Gorns books.

Fuck, the way he'd tell it, Gorns be Shakespeare.

- Hey, he was good at that.

- Mm.

How's Ernie doing?

- Somebody booked him.

- Sink?

- Bone crushing.

- Man.

- Must've had a 10-inch blade.

- Fuck me.

Who sponsored that?

- Sandman put on that he was behind it.

I think it's probably true.

- Fuckin' Aryan Nation piece of shit.

- The Sandman started pushing Ernie.

Calling him all kinds of shit.

And he got pissed and took a swing at him.

The guards broke it up.

Sandman said he'd get Ernie later,

and it looks like he did.

I loved Ernie, but he was stupid to go one on one

with a Nazi like the Sandman.

- Mm-hmm.

You all right?

- Just got a headache come on, bro.

- Listen, I'm just gonna splash some water on my face.

- Oh dear.

Sorry to interrupt, girls.

Punk.

Where's my hash pipe?

Marlene said you had it last night.

- I put it back in your room.

- What did I tell you about using my shit?

- You weren't using it, man.

- Not gonna say it again.

Oh, by the way, you guys were in prison, right?

Which one of yous was the bitch?

- He's a fuckin' dork, eh?

He's a dork.

All right?

(Uaughs)

- Hey Bullshit.

Stop.

- What'd you call me, bitch?

- I don't like your attitude and I don't like

you calling Larry punk, so it stops right now.

- I got a Spanish surprise for you, boy.

Your homo buddy is a punk.

- If you ever fuck with Larry again,

I will pull your cover and show you up

as the running drag faggot you really are.

IWoo ♪

IWoo ♪

♪ You've got the fun buried in your bed ♪

- Fuck.

Hey, easy on the bourbon there.

In fact, you know what?

You're cut off!

IAII your skulls are online ♪

♪ Nothing's gonna change your mind ♪

♪ You thought you could you could do with July ♪

♪ Now it's come full circle ♪

TOW.“

IWoo ♪

IWoo ♪

♪ Within the time it's a second chance ♪

♪ When you're on your feet dancing to that beat ♪

♪ Don't wanna come back but there's so much heat ♪

♪ All your life was slow before ♪

♪ You tried every kind of chore ♪

♪ When you just can't do what's right ♪

♪ Now it's come full circle ♪

♪ Now it's come full circle ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

- Hey!

Come on!

Get up, get up!

- I want what he's having, man!

Give me two!

- Get him outta here.

"Real pros!"

- Listen, is there a drummer in the house?

Seriously.

Someone knows our tunes and has the guts to come up here,

we'll finish our set.

Come on!

It's like starring in the fuckin' Elvis movie.

The band needs a hand and you come up and save the day.

- Fuckin' play!

- Go Jesse. - No.

- Yes. - No!

- No?

Right here, Jerk!

Yeah!

(Uaughs)

My road dog, he's a kickass drummer!

- Okay, cool.

Elvis is in the house!

Go, go, go, go, go, 90, 90!

- Come on, Road Dog!

Three four, man.

Let's go, one, two, three.

(Uaughs)

- Relax, I guess.

You know our stuff?

- Most of it, I think.

- You know Full Circle?

- Yeah.

We're rolling.

IWoo ♪

- Go, Road Dog!

Go!

IWoo ♪

♪ We got the point buried in your bed ♪

♪ So much pain there in your head ♪

- Hey guys, I got us a little surprise.

Come on.

♪ You go insane ♪

♪ All your stars are all aligned ♪

Damn.

- Hey, Shonda.

- Kinda like one of your horror flicks, eh Shonda?

How about you step off, T, huh?

- How about you take a fuckin' pill.

- You know, why you always bagging on me, man?

My films are a lot cooler than some

big money action star vehicle, you know.

If you can be a movie star you can be cool, you dig?

Hey, relax, it was a joke.

- It wasn't funny.

- I didn't find it humorouss.

- So are you, man.

- Oh.

Now listen.

Larry got some zombie THC.

- Uh-oh.

- This shit is f inky-doo.

Hasn't been around for almost 25 years.

Hippie drugs make a comeback, I think we can move

the whole bag tonight.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

IWoo ♪

- You're taking too long.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm dying here.

- Come on, we're dying, we're dying.

♪ All your stars are all aligned ♪

♪ Nothing's gonna ♪

- In a rush much there, eh?

IWoo ♪

♪ Within the time it's a second chance ♪

- Oh, damn, sweat is getting warm, man.

- Use the cocoa butter, all right?

It brought out the redness.

- I'm feeling numb.

- I can't feel my hands.

I can't feel my arms either.

Whoa, whoa, I can't feel my leg.

♪ Sorry ♪

This shit is making me feel.

- Shit's fucking sick.

IAnd it's coming full circle ♪

- Gonna love this. - Good.

I think we can unload the whole bag tonight.

- Hey, Elvis.

Step into my office.

Go on.

You play hard, Elvis.

- It's the only way I know how.

- It's a rush, ain't it?

- Yeah.

- Hey, where'd you do time?

Your tats give it away.

- Colfax, Nebraska.

Colfax?

That's a tough hotel.

- Larry.

- And we're feeling? - Good.

(Uaughs)

I need a double.

- You got it.

- Got a smoke?

- You still getting in trouble?

- No.

Do any drugs?

- Not anymore.

- What can I say, had to piss since the first fuckin' song.

- Looks like he tweaked out himself pretty good.

-Anything I can help you out with?

So.

What's your sickness?

- Everybody's strung out on something.

Some sickness they can't kick.

So what's yours?

- What do you mean?

- I don't know.

- Mine used to be anger, hatred, life is shit,

and I tried all kinds of cures.

Smack, crack, meth.

But music does.

As long as I'm rockin', I'm livin'.

None of it worked.

That doesn't see things that way.

He's been sucking up happy dose like it's oxygen.

And unfortunately I got a drummer.

Kicking his fuckin' ass out of the band.

There's a problem with that.

Tonight's it.

I need a good drummer, and I need one right now.

We got a gig coming up in Detroit soon.

I'll tell you what, Elvis.

If you was to figure out that the cure to your sickness

is rock 'n roll, you might wanna consider

coming to Detroit with us.

Let me know what you decide by tomorrow morning.

All right?

- All right.

We good.

- We're good.

See you at the junk yard.

- See you there, baby.

- We're hot.

It's on, this deal is on.

- You fuckin' dealing without me, punk?

What did I tell you about doing that?

- Yeah, I'm dealing without you.

And it's none of your fuckin' business.

- Faggot.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- You giving me shit?

- What?

- Like I said, you ain't part of this.

- There goes our backup, you moron.

- T-Bone, relax.

We got better backup.

- Fuck you.

Woohoo!

Yeah!

- Yeah!

You were great!

- Thanks, man, felt so fucking good.

- You were fucking, you were great.

- Thank you.

- Come here, I wanna talk to you.

You rock, man.

- Thank you for getting me up there.

- I want you to back me up on a deal tonight, all right?

- What?

- Yeah, I'm gonna move some zombie THC

in this fucking house.

- Zombie THC. - Mm-hmm.

- As in monkey tranqs?

- Yeah.

I jobbed an animal hospital.

The fuckers, they think it's a designer drug.

Cash.

- You know Jerk's talking to me about joining her band.

- Really.

- Yeah.

That's great.

What's that got to do with this?

- I don't wanna get dirty.

- You're gonna play drums for Jerk,

well how you gonna do that?

You don't got drums.

You think the last guy's gonna give you his?

No.

Come on, Jess.

Back me up, get a cut.

Get some drums.

Think about it.

It's nothing we haven't done before.

I look out for you, you look out for me.

It's kink.

I'm asking as a friend.

I need your help on this one.

Come on.

- Larry, we cool?

- We're cool.

I smell money.

- Come on, over here.

Hey, you boys made it.

- Hey-

- Well come on in, come in.

Well.

What do you say we just get right to it, huh?

- That's fine.

- Lawrence.

- Hey, my name's Larry, bud.

- My name is Lawrence.

- Almost two and a half ounces.

- Before we hand over our money,

you mind if we see if this THC's

as good as you guys say it is?

You wanna hit some up?

- No, I'll just snort it.

(Uaughs)

- Oh, yeah, yeah, go ahead, man.

It'll be good for you.

- You don't wanna do that, man, this shit'|| give you drops.

- T-Bone. - What.

- Get him some water.

Thank you sir.

You're welcome.

- Mix it up, drink her down.

You'll start to get off in a few minutes.

Leland, while you start to rush,

you mind if we see some money?

- Yeah.

- Breeze!

Stop him!

- Hey-

- Jesus, fuck me!

God dammit!

Fucked up!

- Shut up!

We should've brought Bulldog, man!

- Take the safety off before you try to shoot.

- This fucking thing jammed, man,

we should've fucking brought Bulldog,

god dammit, I fucking told you!

- You all right?

- Let's go, man!

- Come on! - We gotta leave now!

Come on, go, go!

Larry!

Larry!

Forget him!

- Fucking drugs!

- Come on!

- God!

- What happened?

Get him upstairs, Shonda.

Come on.

- You're gonna be all right, man.

- What did he have? - This is fucked up.

I gotta tell Bulldog.

- Hey-

Get in your room and stay there.

- Jess.

Christ.

- Come on.

Come on!

Pack your tent.

- Hey, fuck my tent, what went down, man?!

- What went down?!

Your so-called yuppies weren't there to deal.

They were there to hit us and rip us off.

And maybe they weren't pros, but I guarantee

they're connected with someone who is,

and that someone is gonna be pissed.

Pack your fucking tent.

God dammit.

Hey man.

- How you feeling?

- I got a hell of a headache.

- Is there some place you two can lay low for a couple days?

- We could go to my house.

-All right, then go there, but don't tell anyone.

Don't answer the door, don't answer the phone.

When you're feeling better, Breeze,

you should get out of town.

- Hey man, you be safe, all right?

- You too.

- Bye Jesse.

- Shonda.

- Where do you think you're going?

Huh?

- Calm down, T-Bone.

- You think you're just running out?

No fuckin' way.

I'm telling Bulldog what happened, god dammit.

Shit.

Jesus!

Bitch.

- What did you do that for?

- He's trouble.

We don't wanna be near him.

♪ Turn the tables ♪

♪ Put your house guest away ♪

What's wrong?

♪ Turn the tables ♪

- I'm getting sick, Jess.

Sorry.

- How far can you ride?

- Not long.

-All right, hang on.

Hello?

- What's happening, man?

- I need a room.

And this is a motel, isn't it?

- Not anymore it ain't.

What's his problem?

- He's a little sick.

- Look, can I just use your bathroom?

Please.

- Why not?

Come on in.

Go on down the hall.

(Uaughs)

You indulge?

- No, no.

- Cigarette?

- No.

- Man, I wish I could quit smoking cigarettes.

But I just love my vices too much.

I've always managed to have as many as possible.

You look tired, man.

Long night?

- Long night.

So, Edsel.

You live here alone?

- More or less.

You think maybe you oughta go check on your friend?

He's looking pretty scuzzy.

- Hey Larry.

Larry.

Shit.

"Oh god."

- Jesus.

- I know, I know, it's tackier'n shit.

But it's the best room in the joint.

This used to be the bridal suite.

I'd come in here to get horny, man.

(Uaughs)

So, what do you think?

- It's fine.

- Swell.

All right, over here,

this used to be the bathroom,

but it doesn't work so good anymore.

In fact, it's better if you don't even go in there at all,

you know what I'm saying?

I mean, it can get pretty whiff y.

When you wanna use the bathroom,

use the one on the second floor,

it's got a swell shower too.

I normally keep the downstairs bathroom for myself.

- ORGY-

- Well, I hope your friend feels better.

Thanks, Edsel.

- Hey, no sweat, buddy.

What it is is what it is.

Oh.

You might wanna put this under your pillow,

just to be on the safe side.

Sweet dreams.

- Hey-

Larry.

Larry.

- What?

- You know, man.

You OD, crashing, or are you drug sick?

Huh?

- I'm just sick.

I'm just sick.

- Listen to me.

You're gonna ride this one out tonight,

but we move tomorrow.

You got that?

We leave tomorrow.

♪ I lost my woman out in Atlanta ♪

♪ I lost my lunch down in Verdun ♪

- Hey-

Bulldog.

Hey!

Fuck.

♪ Now what's a drunken fool to do ♪

- Hey-

- I'm Hester.

What's your name?

- Jesse.

I see you're washing my bike.

- It's all right, isn't it?

It was really dirty.

- Yeah.

Fine.

- You traveling alone?

- No.

My friend's inside the house.

- How do you like your room?

- It's fine.

- You think so?

I don't like it, I think it's cold, you know, not homey.

- Well...

- But who cares, it's my husband's place.

- Edse|'s your husband?

- Yeah.

Sorta.

- Look, you mind if I use your phone?

- It's inside, behind the bar counter.

- Who the hell is it?

- Hey Jerk, is that you?

- Elvis.

Hell, I thought you weren't gonna call.

- Oh, I ran into some trouble.

- What kinda trouble?

Not big trouble?

- No, no.

It's small trouble.

- So are we gonna see you in Detroit or what?

- Absolutely.

- Don't bullshit me, Elvis.

- I wanna play in your band.

- Cool.

Well we're going to LAX now.

We'll fly to Motown and then we'll start rehearsing

on Tuesday.

Tuesday?

That's in three days.

- Is that a problem?

- No, no, it's no problem.

Just tell me where in Detroit you'll be.

- We'll be setting up at the Magic Circle Stage.

Now listen, Elvis, you take care of yourself,

'cause no one else is gonna do it for you.

- Tuesday.

Larry, you in there?

- Yeah, just a sec, Jess.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Open the door Larry, right now.

- Okay, just a minute.

Come on, Larry.

- Just a minute!

Wait, wait, no!

- I told you to ride it out, didn't I?

- I can't ride this one out.

Please, just let me hit it once, then we'll go.

- What happens when you get sick

while we're on the road, huh?

- ORGY-

That's good.

That's good.

Let's go back to LA, I can score some more shit,

everything be fine.

- You're fucking lame status, Larry, you know that?

- Where do you get off talking like that?

Hmm?

I'm lame status?

What's all this leaving shit?

You didn't even ask me if I wanted to go.

Maybe I don't wanna go.

I happen to have a life there!

- Oh yeah, some life.

You wanna go back to LA, go ahead.

See what's waiting for you.

- You've changed, bro.

Fuck, man.

When we were ce||ies...

- But that's just it.

We're not cellies anymore, but you can't

figure that out, can you?

I spend one night with you and I end up

with enough shit on me I have to be locked down

for the rest of my life.

Ever since I was 10 I was in one hotel or another.

I'm not going back, and I am not giving like that again.

That's how you wanna live, then that's your problem.

- I do what I know how.

What, you got something better going on?

- I'm gonna play drums for Jerk.

(Uaughs)

I say something funny?

- You're ragging on me for being dirty

and you think playing in a rock 'n roll band is clean?

You know how much blow they go through

in a fuckin' day, Jess?

- No I don't know.

But I do know I love playing drums,

and no one's gonna bust me for that.

- You are in a dream world.

- No.

No, I'm in Detroit in three days.

- You're wasting your time, Jess, there's no more dope.

I said there's no more...

- Hey-

All right.

I'll give you the rest of the day to get your shit together,

but that's it.

You can't walk outta here with me tonight,

I'll leave without you.

♪ That's how you feel ♪

♪ That's how you feel ♪

♪ You could wear a dress ♪

♪ You could wear your high heels ♪

- Hey!

♪ If that's what you need ♪

Shonda!

♪ If that's what you need ♪

Hey!

♪ School girl and be 13 ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

IAnd I, I could do anything ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

Shonda!

♪ That is the trick ♪

Breeze!

Come on, god dammit, open the fucking door!

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

IAnd I, I could do anything ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- Did you wanna use the bathroom?

- No.

- Weren't you just outside the bathroom door?

- No.

How you feeling?

- What do you think?

- You guys must be hungry.

- Oh.

Larry.

What?

- This is Hester.

- Hello.

- I'll go organize something.

I'm sorry we couldn't do better,

I'm kind of out of groceries right now,

running a little low.

- No problem, I love bagels.

- Mm, mm, mm.

And I just love cream cheese.

Don't you?

- Yeah.

- Here you go.

What's the matter with your friend?

- Larry's just not feeling very well today.

- You sure have a lot of tattoos.

I like the one on your belly best.

- My belly?

When did you see...

Were you watching me brush my teeth?

- No, but I watched you shower.

- Look, Hester, I don't know what you're trying to do...

- He's crazy, you know.

Who, Larry?

- No, Edsel.

- Edse|'s crazy.

- Suffocates me, won't let me do anything,

won't let me go anywhere.

Won't let me breathe.

Talk to him, you'll see.

Crazy.

- Thanks for the bagel, it was really good.

- You know, if you wanna catch Edsel,

you can do it right now, he's surfing.

- Surfing?

- Hey!

Grab another board if you want to.

Surf's up, man!

- No, it's okay, thanks.

- Come on, Jesse!

Woo!

Woohoo, woo.

Hey!

- Edsel!

- Man.

It can get pretty hairy out here.

That one was a bitch.

Whew.

- You all right?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

Hey, dig it, man.

Woo, thrills and spills.

Come on over here.

Woo!

(Uaughs)

That was a hell of a whipeout, wasn't it?

- Edsel, what do you think you were doing?

- I was strengthening my knee.

I got it fucked up a while back.

And I want it to be 100% before I go surfing again.

- I didn't know you were a surfer.

- Me?

I'm not.

I mean, I've always loved to surf and all that,

but I'm not some whacked out shit for brains surfer,

if that's what you think.

Naw, shit.

Hey!

Hey!

Shit!

Fuck.

- What's wrong?

- It's happy hour, man.

Started over an hour ago.

Here, here.

All right.

Yeah.

You're gonna love this, buddy.

Okay.

Here' pal, have a margarita.

May the good lord take a liking to ya and all that jazz.

Cheers, amigo.

Mm, man.

Mm.

- Not bad, Edsel.

- I learned to make margaritas the right way, pal.

In east Fort Worth.

You know what siesta time really is?

It's when you pass out drinkin' margaritas

during happy hour.

So, old buddy, if we're gonna follow tradition here,

that means we have to drink this entire jug, you dig?

- Wouldn't wanna break any tradition.

- I like the way you think, buddy, I like the way you think.

Well, I gotta hand it to you, bud.

You sure can hold your booze.

I learned that from my old man.

- Where's your old man now?

- Jackson State, Michigan.

- Oh.

Too bad, I'm sorry.

How long is he visiting for?

- He's walking dead.

- Oh, shit, really?

Damn.

Man, I think I'd kill myself if I knew

I had to be behind walls the rest of my life.

- Me too.

- What your old man get popped for?

- About 10 years ago, some cracked-out asshole

in a cage ran down my mother.

Killed her.

Took my old man six months,

but he tracked down the asshole and snuffed him.

Law called it first degree murder.

- You get to visit your father much?

- No.

He doesn't see anyone anymore.

He just kind of sits around.

- Yeah.

I've been jail a couple of times,

but no prison so far, thank god.

How 'bout you?

- I been out for a couple months.

Man two.

- Man two?

Damn, that's heavy.

What'd you do, get in a fight or something?

- Yeah.

Over a chick?

- Over a bike.

- Oh, shit, well damn, that could happen to anybody.

- What are you doing?

- Hello.

- I'm sorry, I...

Well, my husband would let this place fall to earth

if I didn't do a patch job once in a while.

- So you

don't like it here?

- How are you feeling? - Why don't you leave?

- Could I fix you something to eat?

Maybe you'd like a sandwich or something?

- Why don't you answer my questions?

- It's really none of your business.

- I'm sorry, Hester, I don't mean to spite ya.

I'm just kidding.

Not like it matters.

See Jesse and I, we're leaving.

Tonight.

- Great.

- Hey man, what's the take on your friend here?

I mean, Jesus, he looks like homemade shit.

Was he crashing on something or what?

- Larry's been jacking himself up with so much shit,

coke, smack, speedba||in', zombie THC,

his body just gave out.

- When you guys gonna split?

- Tonight.

I gotta be in Detroit by Tuesday.

- Yeah, well.

Hey listen, I got a road atlas you can take with ya.

Might come in handy.

- Thanks, Edsel.

Edsel, if you don't mind me asking.

- Hey man, feel free to ask me anything.

- What do you do for a living?

- This is my little slice of heaven.

It's cheap, it's quiet, and I can do whatever I want,

whenever I want.

I wanna go surfing, I can just skip over to Mexico.

I wanna gamble, which I'm good at, I go to Vegas.

When I wanna just hang out, and I love hanging out,

this is the place to be.

I got it dicked, man!

- I got one more question.

Lay it on me, bud, lay it on me.

- It's about your wife.

"My Wife?"

Hester?

- She is your wife, right?

- More or less.

- Right, right, more or less.

- Why, what about her?

You like her?

- I didn't say that.

- She is stunning, isn't she?

Delightful.

Hey man, you want her?

Take her with you when you leave,

I got no problem with that.

It's okiedoke, believe me.

No problemo.

You oughta se her dance.

Drop it!

I said drop it, motherfuckers!

You got him, T-Bone?

- Got him.

Move!

These the assholes from school?

- Yeah, it's them.

Who the hell are you and why you dogging my man?

- Better check 'em, Bulldog, they might be

carrying backup guns.

- Yeah, baby.

Cover me.

Hey, what the hell are you doing, huh?

You feel that, chink bastard?

- That's right.

- Come on, assfuck!

- Now.

We got something we want you to see, T-Bone.

- Watch this.

- Fuck.

- Now.

We've got a few questions, T-Bone.

- And you're going to answer them for us,

because if you don't, the same thing that happened

to your fat friend...

- Happens to you, you understand what we're saying, T?

- Bone?

- Hello?

Is anyone in there?

Who's there?

- Hi Kathleen.

- Jackie?

- I don't know why I do this.

- What's that?

- I stare at the sunset and the sunrises.

Well most of all, oh, I don't know why I look at the stars.

- 'Cause they're beautiful to look at.

- I'd like to go out there.

How 'bout you?

- I've thought about it many times.

Oh, you're just saying that.

- No I'm not.

When I was a little kid, I used to dream about

riding my old man's Harley, around the rings of Saturn,

you know?

Around and around.

I always thought it'd be the biggest highway

in the universe.

— Really?

- I wouldn't lie to you.

- Good.

- Fuck.

This is bullshit.

- Still dream?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I used to dream a lot.

Too much.

- What do you mean?

- You know, I was feeling really like sick and trapped,

and I can't explain it, but I heard this long silence,

but it was a loud, horrible silence.

It was hurting my ears, and then I got

this pressure in my head.

I can't explain it, it's like I got down on my knees

and I just wanted to rip all my flesh off.

Sometimes I wanna reach out like a shot in the dark,

but I'm not sure what I'm reaching for, you know?

I might grab hold of the wrong thing.

You know what I mean?

- Yeah.

Oh, whoa, hey.

- God.

- Your husband's in the house.

- Oh, he's drunk.

- Well, he's passed out, but I don't think

it really matters.

- Edsel doesn't care what we do.

- Well maybe he doesn't care what we do,

but you're still marr...

- No.

You're right.

God, you're right.

- I'm right? - You're right.

- Come on, Breeze.

Pick up the fuckin' phone.

Breeze.

Hey, Breeze, it's me.

Are you there?

- Yeah, I'm here.

- Hey listen, you and Shonda, you gotta do me a huge favor,

this is important.

Breeze, I'm sick.

I feel like shit, man.

My insides are twisting around like a fuckin' snake.

I need some dope, man, I need some dope now.

Hey, can't you fuckin' hear me, man?

- Yeah, I fuckin' heard you, Larry.

- Where is he?

- Where the fuck are you, Larry?

- Hester?

- I'd like to take this truck and keep driving

until I run out of road.

- Hester, you talk in riddles all the time.

You know, I never know what the hell is going on,

so can we just take this one step at a time?

- No matter what I do, Edse|'s always

in the way blocking me.

I'm just sick of living out here, you know?

Living in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do.

I just wanna get the hell outta here.

- Have you told Edsel this?

- Of course.

- I really don't think he has a problem with you leaving.

- Don't you think I've tried?

He just tracks me down and drags me right back.

No, but he straight-up told me you could leave.

- And he straight-up told me that he'd kill me

if I try to leave again.

(Uaughs)

- Edsel would not kill you.

- Jesse, you don't know him like I do.

You know, you could really help me.

Take me with you when you leave?

- You know, I already told Larry

that he could ride with me, that would be

three people on a bike.

- We could take Edse|'s truck while he's asleep.

- No, no, I'm not a thief, and even if I was,

I would not steal from Edsel.

- No, no, you're right, I don't know what I'm thinking.

I'm just, I'm desperate.

Please help me, Jesse.

Take me with you.

- Maybe I could just talk with Edsel, you know,

but that's all I'm gonna do.

- I'll go pack.

- You ready?

- You know, I'm thinking Jess, why don't we just,

why don't we wait a half hour?

You know?

I just, I know for sure I can handle the ride...

- We leave now.

- It's a half hour.

- I've got 2000 miles to cover in three days.

- You know, bro, I had hoped

everything between us would've been like it was before.

Maybe I'm dreaming, that's the way

I thought it was gonna be.

Like when we were cellies.

Together.

- That was another life, Larry.

- Yeah.

- You coming?

- Yeah.

Packing.

- I'm ready.

- What's she doing here?

- I'm going along as well.

(Uaughs)

- Oh really?

Well, Jess, we can't ride three on a bike.

- I've seen my old man do it.

- ORGY-

- rm going.

If either of you wants to come along, fine.

- Hester.

I could imagine what you did to him

to let you take you along.

- Nothing you haven't already done.

- Hey, man!

Had me a nice little snooze.

Now I'm fuckin' starving.

Well, are you about ready to hit it?

- Yeah.

Thanks for letting us crib here.

- Hey, no sweat, any time, any time, Jesse,

you're always welcome.

- Edsel, Hester says she'd like to come along.

- Yeah, I think I'm gonna try my luck elsewhere, Edsel.

- Gee.

Well hey, I understand.

Good luck to you, Hester.

Put her there, pard.

Well, be safe, Jesse.

Watch out for the CHP if you're speeding, pal.

They're sneaky little bastards, especially at night.

- Okay, Edsel.

Hey Edsel,

I don't understand.

- Hey, man.

Don't ever try and understand women, pal.

It's a futile endeavor.

You just fry your brain.

- We should be going.

- Edsel.

- I'm not going.

- What?

- Sorry, bro.

I can't go with you.

- I wait all day for you and now you say this?

- I just decided now.

Jesse.

I got a life in LA.

- You're making a big mistake, especially after last night.

- Things'|| blow over.

I know what I'm talking about.

- It's your funeral.

(Uaughs)

- Well.

Might as well take a load off, Larry.

I think we got a few minutes to kill.

- Well, now we don't have to worry about traveling

three on the bike.

I'll be right back.

- You catchin' a bus or something?

You keep looking at that window.

- We're not leaving yet.

Edsel!

Where the hell is it!

- Where's what, Hester?

Sorry?

Did you misplace something for your trip?

- Don't play games with me, Edsel!

- What's going on? - You stay outta this.

You burned-out son of a bitch,

you worthless good for nothing loser, where the fuck is it!

- You don't mean this, do ya?

My lucky bag?

I really gotta hand it to ya, Hester.

You sure did a crackerjack job finding it this time.

And I thought putting it under the tiles

was my best place yet.

- I'm not fucking kidding!

- Drop the bottle, Hester.

Please.

Pretty please.

- You see, I told you he'd try to kill me

if I tried to leave.

- If you told Jesse that, then you told him

a load of bullshit.

The truth is she can leave anytime she wants.

That was always the deal, she knows that.

I won't do a thing.

Just as long.

As she leaves this.

You see, nine months ago, I met my lovely wife

working at a topless bar in Vegas.

She was a dancer, a lovely dancer, among other things.

We started kind of dating, and after a while,

I didn't have to pay for it.

That's when I thought we were getting serious.

Well, it just so happens, the scumbag owner of the bar

was also her pimp, and a bookie.

One day I placed a big bet on a horse

that no one but me thought would win.

The odds were incredible, enormous, 15 to one.

Well, I guessed right.

The horse won the race and I won my bet.

The only trouble was, the scumbag bookie tells me

he doesn't have the bread.

So we got into a little altercation

and he beat on my leg with a baseball bat.

That's what fucked up my knee.

But I kicked his ass anyway, and his bouncer's ass too.

I helped myself to his safe, and I told the sack of shit

that if he ever tried to get back at me,

I'd take him out, I'd kill his ass, and I meant it.

And he knew I meant it.

Then, just when I was about to leave,

Hester comes and begs me to take her along with me.

She's real itchy to get away from where she is.

Says she's suffocated, trapped I think she said.

She said if she didn't get out of Vegas soon

she was gonna rip her flesh right off her body.

Well, I thought that would be a shame.

I thought I could help her.

So I married her.

Yes, I loved her.

Then I brought her here to my lovely home.

Well, let me tell you, good buddy.

You talk about a radical change of attitude.

The little woman there went from being

the sexiest woman on Earth to this hellbat within a week!

Ever since then, I've tried every way in the world

to get her to leave.

I've bribed her, I even pushed her out the door,

but she keeps coming back just like a little pup.

I keep hiding the money and she keeps finding it.

Finally I told her, the next time she tries to steal it,

I'd kill her.

- Yeah, maybe I shoulda just killed you.

- Well, I think you would have if you had the guts.

- Dammit, Edsel!

I earned that fucking money more than you,

I'm the one that had to work for that pig,

I had to take his fucking shit every day.

You just got lucky on a fucking horse race.

- I made a bet, Hester!

The money's mine!

She doesn't get it, she doesn't get it.

It was a bet!

- If you two rush him...

- Forget it, Hester!

- A bet.

Hey Edsel, I can show you a way to triple that money, man.

- Hey, shut up, Larry!

Edsel, I just wanna go to Detroit.

- Hey, man, I can dig it.

Here.

You know, take this with you, pal.

You'll need it.

- Thanks, Edsel.

I'll pay you back somehow.

- Hey, no sweat, don't worry.

Take good care of yourself, Jesse.

- You too, Edsel.

- Hey man, don't forget your road atlas.

- Right.

I don't believe this.

- Hey, looks like we got company.

You hear that car?

- That'd be for me.

I got it.

Breeze.

Nobody move.

- Lose the gun or you both die.

- Hey, no problemo.

- Come here.

- What's your name?

- Larry.

- And you?

I'm Mo, this is Curly.

- That's real funny, douchebag.

Didn't you think that was funny?

- Yeah, I'll probably be laughing about it all night.

So, you must be Larry Storey.

- Yeah.

- You know who we are?

- No.

- I'm Freddy, this is Jason.

Leland Bowles was my younger brother.

- And Lawrence Wong was mine.

- Now we both admit our younger brothers

were a couple of yuppie jerk-offs,

but they really wanted to change their image.

- Which is why they told us about the deal

they were setting up with you.

They wanted to impress us.

- But now they're dead.

Because of you.

- You know, it wasn't hard tracking you down, Larry.

We beat on the bartender at The Skull,

he told us where your house is.

We snuffed him after that.

- T-Bone talked like crazy.

The dipshit wouldn't shut up.

He told us everything.

- Where to find Breeze and Shonda.

Oh, just so you know, Breeze, Shonda,

they wouldn't say a thing.

- In fact, if you hadn't called them,

we probably wouldn't have been able to find you.

- That doesn't matter now anyway

'cause Breeze, Shonda, T-Bone, Marlene, Bulldog,

they're all dead.

But you know what, Larry?

You could live.

- You could, Larry.

- 'Cause T-Bone told us one person.

Guy named Jesse Page.

- Was the one, and the only one, who did all the killings.

If it wasn't for him our brothers would still be alive.

That's true, isn't it, Larry?

'Cause Jesse Page did all the killings, right?

- It wasn't you.

It was Jesse, wasn't it?

Good.

Good.

You're doing really good, Larry, don't you think so?

- Yes I do, definitely.

- Now, there's one more thing we need from you

and you get to live.

You get to tell us where Jesse is.

- Fuck that, fuck you, you don't rat!

- Whoa, no!

- Did Jesse leave?

Or is he still around here somewhere?

- Is he in the hotel?

- Oh Larry, I forgot.

This is from Breeze.

Coke or smack?

You could make a speedball out of this.

- Of course, that's a lot more than you need for one hit,

but we figure what the hell?

Why not grab all of Breeze's stash.

- So Larry, you get all this.

- And you get to live.

If you tell us where Jesse is.

Come on, Larry.

Come on.

Tell us.

Tell us.

- No.

He's,

he's here in the hotel.

- Okay, Jesse, you gotta count to three,

or the shooting begins.

One,

two,

three.

- Hold it!

- Leave the knife in the kitchen.

Get over here.

- Get the gun!

Hester, get the fucking gun!

Man.

Edsel.

You saved my life, man.

Don't even think about it, Hester.

You just stay fucking put.

You gave me up.

I heard you.

You were gonna let them kill me

for this.

- Jess.

Fuck you.

- Not me, Larry.

You're the punk.

There's still one bullet in the chamber.

Everything that both of you could ever want

is inside this bag.

After I leave, you might wanna split it up between you two.

Or one of you could get greedy.

And take it all.

♪ I've got no one left to break ♪

♪ They till me they gotta die ♪

♪ Well I have to do it my love ♪

♪ You told me that I have lied ♪

♪ There's a fire in my heart ♪

♪ Now it stands alone at the door ♪

♪ At the spot of my desire ♪

♪ Bigger lashes of my soul ♪

♪ I've got no one left to turn to ♪

♪ There's an emptiness inside ♪

♪ So I scream into the darkness ♪

♪ There's no answer, no reply ♪

♪ At the time I had a nightmare ♪

♪ I was scared to sleep alone ♪

♪ On the walls I saw the light ♪

♪ Just close my eyes and love the flow ♪

♪ I'm going, I'll go ♪

♪ Fingers on the go ♪

♪ Pain into the bone ♪

♪ Living all alone ♪

♪ I'm alone ♪

♪ The teardrops are like crosses on the wall ♪

♪ That singer tried to kiss me ♪

♪ Telling me that I'm alone ♪

♪ There's a voice inside the hall ♪

♪ All this here we haven't seen ♪

♪ And the silence of tomorrow ♪

♪ Will be shattered by my dreams ♪

♪ I'm going, I'll go ♪

♪ Fingers on the go ♪

♪ Pain to the bone ♪

♪ Living all alone ♪

♪ I'm alone ♪

♪ Close my eyes and search your lies ♪

♪ I'm alone ♪

♪ Sometimes I think I'm so above it all ♪

♪ Yes, I turned out just fine ♪

♪ I talk myself to sleep ♪

♪ With my tears I cry ♪

♪ One day before I'm old and gray ♪

♪ The truth will become clear ♪

♪ I'll know I say I walk alone ♪

♪ Be by my idea ♪

♪ Alone inside my head ♪

♪ My soul is wasted ♪

♪ Alone inside my head ♪

♪ My soul is wasted ♪

♪ Alone inside my head ♪

♪ My soul is wasted ♪

♪ Alone inside my head ♪

♪ My could is wasted ♪

♪ My soul is wasted ♪

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