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(dramatic music)

(bells tolling)

(dramatic music)

(tranquil music)

(birds chirping)

(sprinklers clicking)

(tranquil music)

(gunshot pops) (woman screams)

(wings fluttering)

[Woman] Oh, god!

(anxious music)
(birds chirping)

(dramatic anxious music)

(students chattering)
(bell ringing)

[Teacher] Looks like Salvador
had the top score again.

Come on, my rookie scholars.

Good job.

Open your book to
Chapter 14, let's go.

Can I help you?

Uh, AP history?

Sit.

What's your name, new guy?

[Gabriel] Gabriel.

[Teacher] Well, Gabriel,

that's Salvador in front of you.

He'll bring you up to speed.

Won't you, Salvi?

Good. Open your
textbooks to Chapter 14.

Let's start there.

(Salvi speaking faintly)

(chains rattling)

(Salvi sighs)

Hey.

Hey.

Sweet bike, dude.

Um, can I have a ride?

Okay.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

[Salvador] Uh,
how, how should we?

Should I just- - Just hop on.

[Salvador] Sweet. Oh, shit.

(both chuckling)

♪ I'ma have to speak
this, like I'm mean this ♪

♪ There's some people
who gonna need this ♪

♪ Leave them speechless ♪

♪ Yeah, I made it through the
three, six, five, deep shit ♪

♪ They start asking
for some free shit ♪

[Salvi] Hey, Lucky,
what's time it is?

It's time for you to
get a watch, Salvador.

♪ Same girls who used to
hang up trying to hang out ♪

♪ If you thought that we would
make up, you gonna break down ♪

♪ You can hear me when you
wake up, I don't play around ♪

♪ I don't need ♪

♪ No, oh-oh-oh-oh,
no, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ No, oh-oh-oh-oh, nobody ♪

♪ I'm so over conversations
where they say shit ♪

This is your spot?

[Salvador] Yes,
sir, here we are.

[Gabriel] It needs a little TLC,

but this place is intense.

[Salvador] Low and
behold my work of art.

♪ I don't need no,
oh-oh-oh-oh, no, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ No, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

Man, I hope I get into USC.

I mean, I applied for
like College in the Desert

at San Diego State.

My SATs are good but,
I'm fucking Indio.

♪ I don't need no, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ I don't need no, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ I don't need no, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ I don't need no, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ I don't need no,
oh-oh-oh-oh, nobody ♪

(faint upbeat music on radio)

[Henry] Yo.

(truck door thuds)

(Henry chuckles)

Henry, Henry, Henry.

Why do you commute all the way
to my street for your dust?

You don't have a supplier
a little bit closer

to that swanky adobe you occupy?

I like your dimples.

I don't have dimples.

Be careful in this neighborhood,

someone might wanna
ride your bobsled.

Ooh! (chuckles)

♪ My mind is not in line
with my experience ♪

(Henry sniffing)

♪ Since the decision brings me
to my knees and my audience ♪

Where are you from, Gabe?

Uh, like Monrovia.

♪ When you come, come for fun ♪

My mom, she like deals poker.

Got this new gig at the casino-

(tires screeching)
- Watch out!

(body thudding)

(Gabriel groaning)

Are you all right, man?

You hurt?
- What the hell?

[Henry] Ah, shit.

Uh, I'm sorry.

(Gabriel groaning)

[Salvador] Yo, you high, man?

What the fuck is
your problem, kid?

Is your friend okay?

Hey, hey, kid, you all right?

Can you get up?

Don't, don't move.

Don't, no-no don't move.

Dude, I'm so sorry,
that's my bad.

No-no-no, don't get
up, don't get up!

You want me to call
an ambulance for you?

Do you need to go to hospital?

[Gabriel] Man,
it's totally cool.

[Henry] You're all right?

- Nothing hurts.
- Don't move.

You all right?

Yo, Gabe. Come
on, man, let's go.

Salvi, chill out,
man. It's cool.

Yeah, I should probably
take you guys to the ER.

Gabriel, no seriously,
man. Come on.

Come over here.

(car door alarm chiming)

Let's check, come on.

(sirens blaring)

[Salvador] Fuck!

(Henry chuckles)

[Henry] Hey.

[Officer] Are these
boys harassing you, sir?

No, we're fine. Right, boys?

Why'd you stop your car here?

Oh, that's just Salvi,
he likes the tags.

Likes to take a photo. Thinks
it makes him look tough.

Why don't you jump back in
your old dad's car, huh?

It's not our car.

- Get in- - Yeah,
yeah, get in.

Get in now!

[Gabriel] Salvi, what the hell?

I'd like to see your
driver's license

and registration, sir.

- Yeah, of course.
- Dude.

(car horn blaring)

(car door alarm chiming)

[Salvador] Hey, old
man, you rob a bank?

Old, did you just
call me an old man?

Give it to me. Give
me, give me the bag.

[Salvador] Chill out, chill out.

[Officer] Here you go.

Now does this car actually move?

(scoffs) Yes.

(car engine revving)

[Salvador] Open the door.

Give me my money.

[Gabriel] Sir,
please open the door.

Why are you talking
like that, huh?

(chuckles) Like what?

Like you have a giant
stick up your ass.

Now open the fucking door.

You see, this is how
you threaten somebody.

[Gabriel] Oh, fuck.

Man, what'd I tell you?

(Salvi breathing heavily)

I tell you what.

(gun thuds)

Trade ya.

What's this?

It's a $100 poker
chip. It's worth $100.

Charity.

Yeah, go on, buy your
friend a Happy Meal.

[Gabriel] I could use
a McDoodle with surf.

Hold on.

Doesn't this guy seem
a little too eager

to get free of our company?

Great, let's take the hint.

That, that's hurts. That's
my lucky poker chip.

I won that tossing dice
the night I met my fiancé.

I'm just trying to, you
know, pay it forward-

Pay it forward?

Dude thinks he's
our white knight.

He's got a gun, he can
weave any oxymoron he wants.

What do you wanna bet,

this bag here of dead
presidents is chalked.

I don't care.

- Chalked?
- Yeah.

I think you used that pistol

to knock over our
local Wells Fargo.

And now you're trying to
skate outta my hometown

with our hard-earned cash.

Wages by the way,

that we earned taking care of
your snow-white ass all day.

Now you're trying
to shut us down

with this consolation prize?

If any of that were true,

why would I be wasting my time

with a couple of juvenile
delinquents like you?

Damage control.
We're eyewitnesses.

Eyewitnesses?

(chuckles) Okay, right.

Well, let's, let's just assume

for the sake of argument
that you're right

and I did do all those
things, what do you want?

Half the cash in the bag.

Just half, eh?

Oh, well, I need to pay for
tuition. USC ain't free.

USC? No shit.

You know they don't
take scumbag delinquents

with a felony record at USC.

I am not a scumbag.

[Henry] You're acting like one.

(bag rustling)

Thank you.

Dude, I'm serious.

I'm not signing on the dotted
line for a life of crime here.

(button beeps) Okay?

(door motor humming)

You coming, scumbag?

Yeah, sorry.

Is that what money makes you do?

[Henry] Only sometimes.

Don't think this makes you

into my patron
saint or anything?

[Henry] No, fair enough.

Would you buy us some beer?

(upbeat music)

♪ You and I think
we like each other ♪

♪ You and I getting
high together ♪

♪ You and I never
mind each other ♪

♪ But you and I
couldn't fly forever ♪

♪ You and I think
we like each other ♪

♪ You and I getting
high together ♪

♪ You and I never
mind each other ♪

♪ But you and I
couldn't fly forever ♪

♪ Day one, knew
you since day one ♪

♪ Used to pick me
up in your Honda ♪

♪ Yeah, ride around
town just to burn some ♪

(Salvi grunts)

Pretty right?

(birds squawking)

(Gabriel chuckles)

Thank you, sir.

[Gabriel] Uh-huh.

(cans hissing)

(Gabriel slurps)

Whoa, cheers.

(birds squawking)

(faint rock music on radio)

(door bangs)

- Hi.
- Hi.

[Diana] Any trouble
getting the cash?

Uh, no, I did have
to drive all the way

to bum-fuck, fucking
Indio to get this.

Right one?

It'll do.

Okay. Ooh, I'm going
to open the wine.

(Diana chuckles)

[Gabriel] That was very cool
like (speaking faintly).

(both speaking faintly)
(both laughing)

That's fuckin' ridiculous, dude.

I mean, I could, I could
see it like James Bond.

Oh, my god.

(upbeat music on radio)

(girls giggling)

- Hey, Salvi.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- What's up?

[Salvador] Ah, here.

[Girl] Hey, Gabriel. Right?

I just got lucky.

You think you could
spot me two blues

for me and Gabriel?

(hand patting)

(others chattering)
(upbeat music)

You ever think
about doing business

with these sweets
at your high school?

I wouldn't scam
your turf, Lucky.

But you could, (speaking
in foreign language).

(upbeat music)

If you unload some of
these disco biscuits

at that preparatory
academy you frequent,

you could thicken up the
pathetic wad of bills of yours.

How's that sound to
your virgin ears, son?

(upbeat music)

I'm not gonna do business

for you at my school
or anywhere, man.

I'm not about that
criminal life.

(others laughing)
(upbeat music)

(hopeful music)

Salvi, where are you?
I'm leaving for work.

Okay, there's leftovers
in the fridge.

(hopeful music)

(troubling music)

(boys chattering faintly)

(troubling music)

Yeah, I mean (chuckles).
(dog barking)

(insects chirping)

(car horn beeps)

It's my mom. (clears throat)

(upbeat music on radio)

Mommy, this is Gabriel.

- Hmm.
- Okay I'll, uh,

I'll see you, Salvi.

Why did you lie to me?

Mom, I told you I
could get in, to USC.

(paper crumpling)

Of course you got in, but
we've been through this.

What are you doing?

How are you gonna pay for it?

(paper rustling)

I'm gonna go.

(Salvi whimpers)

(troubling music)

(phone notification chimes)

(birds chirping) (dog barking)

(zipper whirring)

(door creaks)

(door clicks)

(birds cawing)

(upbeat music on radio)

Lucky. Yo, Lucky.

Give me a towel, mocito.

What'd you do, walk here?

I need some serious cash, man.

(body thuds)

Hmm.

(faint upbeat music on radio)

Let's download the app, man.

Right now?

Carpe diem, pepino.
Hmm? (laughs)

Change that sorry ass
financial profile of yours.

Get you into a Roth IRA.

Get in, cericito. Woo!

(upbeat music)

(engine revving)

(dramatic lively music)

This is 5-year-old Xavier Ramos.

Xavier and his brother Damon

found a gun in their
father's drawer.

A drawer he swore was locked.

Now Xavier's dead and
7-year-old Damon is a murderer.

This is the kind of
gun that killed Xavier.

It's a Brownlee B 1910.

[Film Crew] Okay, stop.

[Passerby] Who died?

[Henry] How far back
do we have to go?

- What?
- Action.

[Diana] This is the kind
of gun that killed Xavier.

It's a Brownlee B 1910.

A single action, semi-automatic
magazine-fed pistol.

This gun was invented by my
grandfather Jacob Brownlee

and it has made my
family very rich.

Today, I am committing
to using that money.

Today, I'm committing to using
that obscenely stained money

to take guns like these off
our streets and away from kids.

Today we are
launching a campaign

called Give Back Your
Guns, Get Back Your Sanity.

Okay, now show the sign.

Show the sign.

I'm Henry March,
Executive Director.

And I'm Diana Brownlee,

founder and CEO of
Gun Control Now.

And at Gun Control Now
we are going to give

$500 in cash to anyone
that hands in a gun.

Anyone, any kind of
gun, no questions asked.

Just bring your gun
to 459 Darila Street

and help us make the
streets of America

safer for our children.

(upbeat music on radio)

[Lucky] Put the merchandise
under the wall-to-wall.

What are you...

Fuck, dude. What?

Rule number one, you
never ride those jet packs

when we're on a sales call.

You're a useless idiot to me

if you're flying off into
the wild blue yonder.

(phone rings)

(upbeat music on radio)

We're up. Which reminds
me, relinquish your digits.

You never use your
personal keys.

Here, put your phone in there.

You only use this burner
and text them 20 minutes.

You always tell them 20 clicks.

Sounds fast enough

to where they won't
try a different vendor

and if it takes longer than
20, they're still down to buy.

Listen to me. You never
deal in anything but cash.

You never carry more inventory

than you plan to move that day.

You never, ever break more
than one law at a time.

That means no speeding.

You don't get into a
fight with anybody.

You don't park
your ride illegally

and you make sure everything
on your coach works.

That's your blinker,
your brake lights,

your headlamps, everything.

You don't wanna give the fuzz

one reason to even look at you,

let alone search your car.

I don't have a car.

Goals, dude.

Don't I break one of your rules?

No, Fat Jack Pharmaceuticals

needs a new, uh, personality
ambassador. (chuckles)

So brighten up, sunshine.

Fat Jack Pharmaceuticals?

Yeah. That's my doing
business as name.

My mom said your
name is Wallace.

(hand slapping)

Don't ever look under my hood.

Put your seatbelt on.

Told you. Breaking laws.

(upbeat music)

You ready to pop your cherry?

That is one ugly house.

Grab two bags of dust.

Don't make a lot of eye contact.

Don't chat him up.
Don't pet his dog.

Just do the exchange pronto
like and get back here quick.

I can't do this.

Don't pull your panties up yet.

You just follow my
instruction manual

and nothing'll get twisted.

Tick-tock. Tick-

Okay. All right.

Now listen, Salvi,
make the exchange.

Get back here quick. All right?

- Okay.
- And do not

count the Franklins.

There's no way he
would stiff me.

Hey, whatever you do, pepino,

don't cop a look inside
his residence, okay?

He's real uptight about that.

I think he's got a dead body
stashed under the floorboards.

(birds chirping)

(dog barking)

(Salvi exhales)

(dog barking) (vehicle
engine revving)

Where's the cash?

[Salvador] Fuck!

Just do shit yourself!

(door slams)

(Lucky speaking faintly)

What the, dude?

Who's Gabriel?

Fuck off, dude.

Why are you so sorry

for what you did to
him in gym class?

What'd you do?

Are you that bad at
draining a dude's swamp

that you need to send a
condolence letter afterwards?

What the fuck did I say
about the phone, huh?

(phone thuds)

What the is wrong
with you, dude? Huh?

Someone drop you on your
head when you were a baby?

You wanna die in Indio? Hmm?

How much cash are we
talking here, Lucky, huh?

(upbeat lively music)

♪ Watch me now ♪

♪ You know we made it ♪

♪ Play around ♪

♪ Never mind it ♪

♪ Do it again ♪

♪ Again, do it again ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ Encore, one more time ♪

♪ Encore, one more time ♪

[Lucky] Seat belt.

What is this place?

This is art, pepino.

When this white rich
lady chucked her pumps,

she left her paraphernalia
all over this lawn.

Times are changing, Senator.
What can I tell you?

You're more likely
to lose your seat

if you don't vote for
sustainable gun measures.

Things have changed,
haven't they?

People are fed up

seeing their kids get
gunned down in school.

Call me.

I promise you, we're gonna
get the votes we need.

I promise you we'll
get the votes.

I just, I need you to go on
the morning breakfast shows

and sell it to the
American public.

(car horn blaring)

No, no, I understand. Yes, I do.

I can't reach daddy.
Nobody answers.

Well, we'll go
check on him later.

Really? Senator,
that's wonderful news.

It's a yes from Senator Clark.

Inez isn't answering the phone.

Uh, no. Yes, yes. Senator.

(people chattering)
(insects chirping)

We on a date?

(chuckles) Nah.

I like to come up here and just
hang out when business lags.

Till I get the call to
move more disco grits.

(doorbell chimes)

You didn't look at
the dress, did you?

She just threw it at me.

You know that's
seven years bad luck.

- Right, thank you.
- Yeah.

[Henry] Nope, mine.

(phone ringing)

(insects chirping)

Look at them.

Who?

The dudes and the other dudes.

Palm Springs is some kind
of Venus flytrap for them.

It's like overflowing
springtime.

(guys laughing)

Overflowing with springtime?

Yeah like, you know, like
an Easter parade exploded.

Fucking pastels everywhere.

But they do love their
party drugs though, so.

So Fat Jack Pharmaceuticals
is open for business.

(chuckles) You're
damn right, Salvi.

You can call me Juan Carlos.

(Lucky chuckles)

Aka The Jackal.

Okay. Nice to finally
meet you, Juan Carlos.

Nice to meet you, Fat Jack.

The Jackal's about to find out

what it's like to be everyone's
new best friend. (chuckles)

(gentle music)

(birds cawing)

Daddy. Inez.

(clock chiming)

(birds chirping)

Daddy?

(knuckles rapping)

Daddy? Daddy?

(curtains scraping)

(birds chirping)

Hi, Daddy.

Where have you been, Sarah?

No, no, it's me. It's Diana.

Here, let me help you.

Oh, my God!

Did you tie daddy to the bed?

What were you thinking? Jesus.

So they just let you
waltz outta the bank

with this much cash?

It was more of a pasodoble-

- (hand slaps) Stop it.
- Rumba maybe.

What is that?

I told you it's a
granola nut cluster.

(phone ringing)

This one's perfect.
- Diana, hi.

Sorry, yeah hi, so listen-
- You won't believe

what Inez did.
- We buy back the guns,

California state law mandates

that you have to
have a waiting period

for every gun handed in

and we have to do background
checks on everybody who does.

Do you think 75 grand is
enough cash to like have here?

I mean if 150
people hand in guns.

- Henry.
- Okay, well,

what if 200 people do?

Well, then we'll get more.

[Diana] Let's wait on
the money until we-

What if no one does?

Henry, listen to me.

Daddy was tied to the bed.

What?

Inez had a PTA meeting.

Maybe we should
reconsider Sunny Horizons.

- Where?
- Sunny, Sunset Horizon,

Sun, whatever that
assisted-care place was

that your cousin recommended.

I want him to come live with us.

Henry?

Uh, well, just so we're clear,

I'm uh, I'm not changing your
father's diapers, okay, ever.

I don't feel like turning around

and making the drive back
out to Palm Springs tonight.

I'm gonna spend the night here

and deal with it tomorrow, okay?

No, of course. Bye.

(birds chirping)

(clears throat) Her dad?

[Henry] Hmm.

You didn't finish the granola
nut cluster or take it.

Thank you.

Yeah.

(car horn beeping)

(pensive music)

(text button chirps)

(phone notification chimes)

(pensive music)

Time to shine, bonito

(pensive music)

(faint upbeat music on radio)

♪ Who cares, who cares ♪

My little pepino's growing up.

(faint music on radio)

Listen to me. Don't
piss on this parade.

Hurry up.

(traffic noise droning)

(car horn beeping)

(doorbell chimes)

Hi, welcome to Gun Control
Now. How can I help you?

My name is Juan Carlos.

I'm here on behalf of
Fat Jack Pharmaceuticals.

[Judy] Ola, Juan Carlos.

You have a gun for us?

Gun?

Yeah. Well, yeah, we're
giving back like our guns.

[Henry] Salvi?

It's Juan Carlos.

[Judy] It's Juan Carlos.

- It's Juan. Carlos.
- Juan Carlos.

[Henry] (chuckles) Okay.

Uh, Judy, your, uh,
nut cluster great,

but a little dry.

You think you could
run next door,

pick us up some almond milk?

It's a little dry? Great.

(doorbell chimes)

Children really are the future
hey, Salvi, sorry, Juan.

Just fucking take it, man.

(zipper whirring)

Pedaling party supplies
is dangerous, Salvi.

You're the one buying.

Well, everybody
needs a diversion

every now and then don't they?

Now and then (scoffs), please.

You're his number one customer.

(phone ringing)

Well, let that be a
lesson to you then.

Whatever you do in life, be
the best you, you can be.

You can call me The Jackal.

Now go get me my money.

You know Lucky is a bad dude.

You don't even
know his real name.

Wallace Agote.

They call him Lucky 'cause he
wears that stupid fucking hat.

Just give me my
fucking money, man.

You know he's already
done time for dealing.

Has he, done time?

What, was he in the big house?

Did they stick him in the tank

or was he cooling
off in the ice house?

Shit, are you a cop, man?

You have no idea how
much I wanna say yes.

No. My foundation
works with the police.

That's how I found
out about Wallace.

So cops give you updates
on your drug dealer?

Can never be too careful.
You know how it is.

No, don't know how it is, dude.

I'm not rich and white.

I am.

Time to go.

(doorbell chiming)

- Uh.
- Your almond milk.

Oh, it's vegan.

It's amazing. You'll love it.

Thank you.

Yeah. Come back.

You know when I was your age,

someone did me a big favor.

Just take it. You never know.

Executive director, huh?

[Henry] Um-hmm.

This wasn't in the rule book.

Sometimes it's good to break
the rules, Jackal. (chuckles)

(doorbell chimes)

Is that your wedding planner?

- Yes.
- Um-hm.

(faint upbeat music on radio)

[Lucky] Did you change
the size of my hat?

Don't change the size of my hat.

(faint upbeat music on radio)

What the fuck did you
converse with Henry about?

The rising tide of authoritarian
regimes around the world

and the threat they pose to
a free global market economy.

(seat belt clicks)

Shall we?
- Okay, Magellan. (laughs)

You're weird, but I like it.

(hands banging)

(gentle tense music)

(Henry snorting)
(doorbell chimes)

Shit.

Hi, ah, whoa. Judy!

[Judy] Whoa, easy.

- I'm scared for my kids.
- It's okay.

(gun clanks)
(gentle tense music)

[Mother] I better go.

Thank you for saving lives.

(doorbell chimes)

Judy! (fingers snapping)

(gentle anxious music)

Judy? We did it.

We're making a difference.
- Hm, but did we?

Make sure you give that back.

It's my grandmother's.

[Henry] Whoa. Whoa, wh-what
do you think you're doing?

Oh, no, I'm, I'm quitting.

That's what I'm doing.

Judy, you can't quit.
We just saved a life.

Mm, but did we you know?

'Cause I don't think
you really give a shit

about what we're doing here.

And I mean, why
should I stay here

when you're always drunk
or high or golfing?

Well, hey. Whoa, did
you, did you want some?

Oh, no.

It's time Dinah
Shore this weekend

and, uh, I gotta hit
the driving range.

Later, dude.

Judith. Judith.

It's my coke. (laughs)

(Henry snorting)

(pensive music)

(dramatic pensive music)

(bottle clinking)

(dramatic pensive music)

[Diana] Hi, it's Diana.
Please leave me a message.

Thank you.

(phone tone beeps)

Hey, guess what?

Somebody brought a gun in today.

(Henry sniffs)

Oh, why are you
marrying me? (sighs)

(upbeat music)

♪ Stacking my dough ♪

♪ I get my paper
like, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Please do not
try this, let go ♪

♪ That's why grind 24 ♪

♪ Duffel bag in the trunk ♪

♪ Dollars dollars dollars
make the honeys holla ♪

♪ If I don't stunt today
then I won't see tomorrow ♪

♪ Look, I know I'm fixin'
to blow like it's R&B ♪

- Thanks, guys.
- Hot sauce

and napkins on the left.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

(faint upbeat music)

The best Mexican food in
the valley. Am I right?

What's your name, bro?

(chuckles) Doug.

Doug. Think about it, hmm.

Sorry, Doug.

Maybe I'm just being rude. Hmm?

You wanna gas up your tank

with some of my high
octane propellant?

Come on, Doug. Tap into
the stately maple tree.

Get yourself some Grade
A Mrs. Butterworth.

(faint upbeat music)

Talk to me, baby.

It's time for you to get lucky.

All right! (laughs)

I think I've had my fill of,

uh, cheap Mexican
food for one night.

♪ Woo, my life is like a
movie bitch starring me ♪

(body thuds)

♪ I just wanna stunt, hey ♪

♪ I just wanna stunt, hey ♪

♪ I don't care about ya ♪

(Doug moaning)

[Vendor] Get the fuck
off him or I'll shoot!

[Lucky] Come on, Salvi.

[Vendor] Go on.
Get outta here!

(Doug moaning)

[Lucky] Let's go.

♪ I just wanna stunt ♪

♪ I just wanna
stunt, stunt, stunt ♪

(Lucky laughing)

What the fuck is
your problem, dude?

- That was fun wasn't it?
- Get the fuck off of me, man.

I gotta call the cops.

What?

(fist thudding) (Salvi moans)

What was the first rule?

Stay away from Lucky.

You never give
the cops a reason.

That wasn't rule
number one, dumbass.

And you just gave them a reason.

You know what? Fuck
it, I'm outta here.

(Salvi moaning)

You get out of this car,
motherfucker, and I'll kill you.

Stop it!

Seatbelt. Put your
seatbelt on, hmm.

Let go of me. Get
off of me, man!

(laughs) Salvi!

(car horn blaring)

(tense music)

(siren wailing)

(Salvi breathing heavily)

(dramatic tense music)

(Salvi panting)

(dramatic tense music)

Fuck. Fuck, fuck,
fuck. (moans)

(anxious music)

[Henry] Hey, guess what?
Somebody brought a gun today.

(sniffs) Why are
you marrying me?

Ugh, I love you. Good night.

(insects chirping)

(text button chirps)

(truck horn blaring)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(gentle tense music)

(doorbell chimes)

Sal-Salvi? (coughs)

(bottle clinks)
(chair scrapes)

Oh, no, I'm good. I'm good.

Ah. Are you okay?

(Salvi crying)

Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa.

Here you go. Come,
come sit down.

Sit down.

Oh, shit. What happened to you?

Lucky, knocked the
bottom outta some dude

and now he's chasing after me.

(laughs) What did
I tell you, huh?

When are you gonna
start listening to me?

I'm sorry. I got
blood on your shirt.

[Henry] Who cares?

What are you doing here?

Oh, well, I mean,
came for a girl.

Stayed for the weather.

Good as gold.

I need to go piss.
Excuse me for a second.

Ah (coughs).

(anxious music)

(anxious music)

(zipper whirs)

(toilet flushing)

(anxious music)

(water splashing)

(anxious music)

You hungry, Salvi?

(zipper whizzing)

Here, eat this.

It's vegan.

Oh? I got something better.

Oh, fuck. Yes, you do.

So do you just carry
around a bag of cash

or you're running away?

Oh, I'm running away. (snorts)

Fuck it. Let's go to Brazil.

(Henry laughs)

Yeah, no, can do.

I mean we are, I'm uh, I'm
getting married on Saturday.

So you're saying I have three
days to change your mind.

(chuckles) Are you offering
to have an affair with me?

I mean, I wouldn't say that.

I wouldn't say affair
ever, actually.

I would say hook
up. Knock it out.

Hoist the flag. Trim the sail.

Grind the corn. Slay the dragon.

Yeah, can I, do you...

Can I give you like
a ride somewhere?

From you? No, you are
totally Hemingwayed.

Yes, I am (laughs).

Let's go to a bar.

I'm 17, dude.

(upbeat music)

(Cheyenne chuckles)

He looks 17.

Oh, Cheyenne, Would I
do that to you? Come on.

I wouldn't put it past you.

To the best years of your life.

(upbeat music)

[Salvador] Um-mm.

[Cheyenne] You know you
have a stain on your shirt.

Oh, that's blood.

I got into a heavy old
brawl on the way in.

No-no-no.

The dude totally
yorked a nut cluster

on the front side of
his businessman shirt

and had to slide
himself from under it.

Shouldn't you be home
studying, Juan Carlos?

And if you get this close, you
can smell the cheese fries.

Okay. (laughs)

Cheese fries. Really though.

Why, why aren't you
home making tortillas

with your mamacita, huh?

She's not there.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, no. It's fine, dude.

She works nights as a
caretaker for this white lady

with dementia or whatever.

In that case I want you,

for as long as
you're under my care,

I want you to call your mom
and tell her where you are.

- Under your care?
- Um-hmm.

[Salvador] Dude, you loaded
the dishwasher hours ago.

I think you're under
my care, buddy.

It's quite possible.

(faint upbeat music)

Are you flirting?

Yeah, you wish.

(faint upbeat music)

(glass bangs)

[Henry] Let's make sidecars.

[Cheyenne] Show me what you got.

Show me your lemons.

(Cheyenne chuckles)

Dude, give me the stuff.

- Wait.
- Lemons.

[Cheyenne] One or two?

Hmm?

(both chuckling)

(Salvi coughs)

(faint upbeat music)

(Cheyenne laughing)

Where you going? Salvi?

Hey, dude, where you going?

What do you care?

'Cause you got the coke.

Dude, look, you
can't shake hands

with a clenched fist, Salvi.

Come on. Loosen up.

Do they teach you
these idiot slogans

at I'm against gun
violence school?

(laughs) Yes they
do. Come on, relax.

Hi, I'm Cheyenne.

Juan Carlos.

Nice to meet you.

And may I introduce
you to sidecar.

Ta-da!

I'm actually not
much of a drinker.

(chuckles) Juan
Carlos, JC, my man.

(chuckles) Okay,
fine. When in Rome.

(upbeat music)

Ah!

[Henry] Muah!

(upbeat music)

Hey, life's an
opportunity, Juan Carlos.

Better grab it before
it flits away. (laughs)

Salvi, courage isn't
the absence of fear,

it's the embracing of it.

(Cheyenne moaning)

(kiss smacks)

(upbeat music)

(Cheyenne moaning)

(kisses smacking)
(upbeat music)

Salvi, come on, man. I'm not
into the gay stuff, dude.

(upbeat music)

(Cheyenne moans)

(laughs) Oh, shit!

(sniffs) Why are
you fucking with me?

Salvi, just 'cause
I'm being nice to you,

doesn't mean I wanna
sleep with you, man.

Oh, you're showing pity

to the poor Mexican kid
who needs a night out.

Buy me a drink. You show
off your fancy house.

[Henry] Put it away now!

You don't get to boss
me around anymore.

[Henry] I'm trying to help you.

Help me? How, Henry?

How are you trying to help me?

By getting me laid?

By showing you life.

Why don't you do anything that
would really help me, huh?

Salvi, why don't you-

Face it.

All these white dudes,
they're in control

and the rest of us
are fucking fucked.

Maybe it's payback time. Hmm?

(dramatic tense music)

Huh, Henry?

I dare you. Do it.

(dramatic music)

Huh?

(intense dramatic music)

(Salvi yells)

Salvi.
- Fuck!

[Henry] Salvi.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic pensive music)

(traffic noise droning)

(gentle music)

(Henry moaning)

(sprinklers clicking)

Oh, shit. (blows through lips)

(insects chirping)

Salvi!

(Henry laughs)

(water splashing)

Jesus Christ.

Morning, sunshine.

Salvi, did you steal my gun?

Yeah. So?

So.

(Salvi grunts)

(water splashing)

(Henry laughing)

What if I didn't
know how to swim?

Well, then I'd have to give you

mouth-to-mouth to revive you.

You'd fucking love it.

Boy, come on. Don't sit around.

Help me clean up before
my fiancé gets home.

Fiancé? Damn, dude, I forgot.

Yeah. You know
this isn't my pool.

Oh, man.

It's hers. This
house, that's hers.

The foundation that I work
at, that's Diana's too.

I just work there and
she pays for everything.

And to top it all off,

yesterday I looked
at the wedding dress.

Good. Screw superstition.

(bottle splashes)

Yeah, you know
sometimes I feel like

one of those superhero
action figures,

you know in the plastic boxes.

'Cause you like wearing tights?

Because on the outside it,

it all looks so
good, doesn't it?

Then on the inside it's
just all broken, ugly

and no one wants
to play with me.

Is that supposed to
make me feel better

about sharing my
teenage angst with you?

Yes. Yes, it is.

God, you piss me
off. You know that?

You get to pull all
this stupid shit

and you still get to
marry the rich white lady

and live life like
a fucking kingpin.

Salvi, you're just a kid.

Do not fucking tell me

that I have my whole
life ahead of me.

Because I swear to God, I
will fucking dropkick you

into that cactus so
hard that you'll fucking

be picking needles
outta your ass crack

for like a year. (sighs)

Okay. Get yourself an El
Camino or a big orange Jeep.

Sell some drugs. Get a
couple girls pregnant.

You know embrace the stereotype.

What if I am the stereotype?

No, you don't let anybody
tell you who you are!

You get it?

Listen to me, your life
isn't written in stone.

Nobody's is.

I thought this was the
part where we kiss.

No.

(water splashing)

Can you stop doing that?

So are you in love with
this Diana lady or what?

Of course, I am.

Then, dude, take
that pile of cash

you have sitting on
your office desk.

Check yourself into a Malibu
Barbie rehab center, pronto.

I think I'd rather
just disappear

on a yacht in the Greek Islands.

You're damn right.
Let's do it.

You're going to college.

I can't afford that.

You'll figure it out.

[Diana] It's just gonna be
for a little while, okay.

(water splashing)

Scooch over a little bit.

A little more.
- Oh, Jesus.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, I can do it!

[Diana] Okay.

Oh, oh, please, uh, help me.

[Diana] Yeah, Daddy.

(water splashing)

I, I didn't have
any dry clothes.

Oh, all right. Well
I'll get you some.

- Okay.
- One, two, three.

- Ah.
- We get to

spend some time together.

[Fred] I don't wanna
spend any time together.

[Diana] Well, how
about we watch a movie?

You pick.

Get you some bubble
water. Come on.

[Fred] I don't like bubble
water. Makes me burp.

[Diana] A nice limeade then.

- No.
- That should do it.

[Fred] This isn't my house.

I know, Daddy, this is my house.

You're gonna stay here for
just a little bit with me.

I don't wanna stay here.

I know. I'll get you
a really nice room.

- I want my room.
- Something comfy.

All right and down,
down you go. All right.

Okay, I'm gonna be right back.

You stay right here.

[Fred] Okay.

(door clicks)

Dry clothes.

(faucet squeaks)

(birds chirping)

(anxious music)

(birds chirping)

(water splashing)

(door clicks)

Hey, lady, will you
marry me on Saturday?

Where's your dad?

Who's in the shower?

Oh, that's a long story.

Uh, (chuckles).

Uh, I wouldn't, I
wouldn't. Diana.

(heels clicking)

(water splashing)

Oh my, god.

See, it's not what
you were thinking.

What am I thinking?

Do you love me or my money?

Isn't it technically
your family's money?

No, I didn't, it's not...

Diana, Diana, that's not
what I meant. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it
like that. I'm sorry.

Hello? Did you call my name?

Henry?
- It just came out stupid,

you know.

It's just my head it's
all messed up today.

[Diana] Is that why you
slept with a lady boy?

[Henry] What?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is that why you slept with
a non-binary prostitute?

What? (laughs) No, whoa.

Hold up. Hold on, Diana,
let me explain this.

He's just some messed up kid

that turned up in my
office last night.

I realize that sounds worse.

[Diana] I hope
you've prayed today.

(scoffs) Fine.

Put it away. You're
not a murderess.

Even now. You can't
take me seriously.

(gun cocks)

(anxious music)

(laughs) But you're
right, I'm not.

Okay, explain yourself.

I know I've been selfish

and I know that I've probably

ruined any chance
that you and I have.

If you let me,

I promise you I will
spend the rest of my life

trying to make you happy.

Did you fuck someone else?

Yes or no?

She meant nothing.

(laughs) That's like
bullet point number one

on every super
cheaters cheat sheet.

You mean everything.

I promise you I am going to be

the kind of man that you
can be proud to marry.

I think you should let me go.

[Henry] I'm sorry.

Come on.
- Henry, get off.

No!

(gunshot blasts) (Diana gasps)

[Fred] Get off my wife!

Henry? (panting) Henry.

Daddy, Daddy, give me the gun.

Fred, give me the gun.

Are, are, are you okay, Sarah?

(gunshot blasts)

(Salvi panting)

(water gurgling)

(singer undulating)
(troubling music)

♪ We were just kids
at the border of 18 ♪

♪ Driving in the fast lane ♪

♪ Headed out through
the edge of the night ♪

♪ I know there were talks
about giving up daydreams ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where I was lost
in the sound and the light ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh floating
away so carelessly ♪

♪ One of us was breaking free ♪

♪ And I don't wanna
let you down ♪

♪ Floating away and now I see ♪

♪ It was either you or me ♪

♪ And I don't wanna
let you down ♪

♪ And I'm so far, far ♪

♪ I'm so far, far ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, far, far ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, far, far ♪

(toilet flushing)

(birds chirping)

(water gurgling)

(groans) Jose, you
finish the lawn?

[Salvador] Yep.

(water gurgling)

Sorry, I yelled
at you last night.

You were nice to me.
You didn't deserve this.

Where are we going?

[Salvador] Taking
you home. Let's go.

Watch your step there.

[Fred] Ah.

(car engine revs)

All right. Uh, how
about some sun?

[Fred] I hate the sun.

(motor whirring)

You sure do.

(faint upbeat music)

(bell tolling)

You like chocolate cake?

This place has the
best chocolate cake.

I don't need your help.

All right. Okay.

(gentle hymnal music)

(anxious music)

(Salvi sighs)

(dramatic anxious music)

(doorbell chimes)

Hello?

(dramatic music)

(zipper whirs)

(dramatic music)

Gracias, (speaks in Spanish).

(birds chirping)

(dog barking)

(Salvi breathing heavily)

(people chattering)

(train whistle blaring)

(zipper whirs)

(Salvi panting)

(zipper whirring)

(birds chirping)

(chair scraping)

(door creaks)

[Mom] Wallace Agote
sends his best. (sighs)

Lucky did this to you?

Okay, Mom.

Okay, my god, my god.

(knuckles rapping)

My god. (glass clatters)

When you're mad, you look
exactly like your father.

(knuckles rapping)

[Salvador] Who the hell?

[Mom] Salvi. (gasps)

[Gabriel] Hey, what's up?

Uh, I uh, I need
your bike. Okay.

[Mom] Salvi, don't!

Hi, to you too.

Salvi, what's going on?

(dramatic troubling music)

(dramatic music)

(gunshot blasts)

(dramatic music)

(intense dramatic music)

(dramatic anxious music)

♪ You got to get on it, on it ♪

♪ Oh, do it ♪

♪ You got to get on it ♪

♪ Yeah, you know
you want it, yeah ♪

♪ You want it,
get on it, on it ♪

♪ Come on 'cause you
want it, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Come on you want
it, you want it ♪

[Salvador] Muah!

[Lucky] Get off
me! What the hell?

- Dude.
- Oh!

(Lucky spits)

[Lucky] What kind of final
fantasy you playing at?

What's wrong?

You liked it last night,
(speaking in Spanish).

(others laughing)

Shut up!

Oh, (chuckles),
ah, I'm gonna enjoy

denting your bullshit
face with my fist.

(others gasping)

Lucky. (blows through lips)

Were you jealous?

Were you jealous Henry
would take me away from you.

- Who?
- You know who.

The Henry you shot this
morning in his house

because he didn't have
the cash, that Henry.

Why you spinning fairy
tales, pepito, huh?

(gun cocks)

(tense music)

[Salvador] Mm, you like that?

(gun clicks)

(laughs) Mm, I don't know
what you're on about.

Courage isn't the
absence of fear.

Courage, Lucky, is the
embracement of fear.

(elbow thuds)

- Oh, my god.
- Tell them the fucking truth.

(Salvi moaning)

Okay, the truth is Lucky and
I are totally in gay love.

- Ooh.
- Fuck.

- Oh.
- Oh, my god.

(trigger clicks)
(girl screams)

(gun cocks)

(kick thuds) (Lucky moans)

(anxious music)

[Lucky] Get him!

(motorcycle engine revs)

(dramatic music)

[Salvador] Shithead!

(driver groans)

(body thuds)

Salvi!

(motorcycle engine revs)

Salvi! Salvi!

(engine revving)

(gentle tense music)

(birds chirping)

(gentle tense music)

(motorcycle engine revving)

[Salvador] Hey.

Hey.

(gentle upbeat music)

Dude, where's my bike?

It's right there.

(gentle upbeat music)

(dramatic sentimental music)

("Carry Me Home")

♪ They built a fence 'round
the yard where I stayed ♪

♪ To keep the Shepherd at bay ♪

♪ Saw the vine slowly
cover the gate ♪

♪ From the shed where I played ♪

♪ At the time it
was a hideaway ♪

♪ Brother calling my name ♪

♪ Till I heard the
neighbors say ♪

♪ There was a door
they had placed ♪

♪ Forest fires carry me home ♪

♪ Low tide swallow me whole ♪

♪ Told myself I'd
return some day ♪

♪ See the changes they made ♪

♪ Pleased to find that
old shed remains ♪

♪ But how the
world had decayed ♪

♪ Forest fires carry me home ♪

♪ Low tide swallow me whole ♪

♪ Won't you carry me home ♪

♪ Won't you carry me home ♪

♪ In the rowboat I'd
float in the lake ♪

♪ From the shore
as my paddle sank ♪

♪ Gently waves
would take me away ♪

♪ But I was feeling okay ♪

♪ Hearing laughs from
the room where we ate ♪

♪ The light was
starting to fade ♪

♪ See you there and I
hope you don't wait ♪

♪ For that longing embrace ♪

♪ Forest fires carry me home ♪

♪ Low tide swallow me whole ♪

♪ Won't you carry me home ♪

♪ Won't you carry me home ♪