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Turn to your right.

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So how did it all begin?

Don't play.

- Yo, I promise, I don't know what you're talking about.

I got a family.

I got a son

and on my son,

I ain't about this shit.

I promise you, I swear.

- But you do know something?

You know something, right?

- These guys, they have all sorts of bullshit going on.

Like fucking animals,

like Black people shit.

Not me.

I'm not in that fucking shit.

- All I know is everything was cool,

until Frankie came into the mix.

- You know when you're younger,

and it's like, your entire life is a dream, a fantasy.

It's like reality and your dreams mixed together,

outta nowhere, all the time.

You can be anything in the flash, an astronaut,

a doctor, a fireman, just whatever.

You can be anything.

In your future?

Your future's the bomb.

It's anything you can dream, you can be anything.

You can do anything.

You will do anything.

Anything you can dream.

Even just being here, working here, being alive in America.

It's the dream.

But then you get older, you wake up,

you slowly wake up,

and your dreams, your fantasies turn into reality.

Some dreams, turn into things much bigger

than you could have ever expected.

Some turn into,

they just dark and it's fine.

And other dreams, many dreams,

turn into nightmares.

What?

What's he saying?

Look, go!

- Huh? - Take this and go.

But I...

- Now! - Oh!

Yes baby.

Show 'em what you got.

That's what I'm talking about.

Over here looking like Welch's grape juice,

the best stuff on earth, hmm.

Get your shit together.

Sorry.

Yeah, that's right baby.

Bobby, show 'em the Puerto Rican cheese.

Look at that little dump truck!

Yum. Yum. Yum.

Come on baby, shake it.

- Not a bad turnout considering the weather.

- I told you everything would work out just fine.

Now was I wrong?

No, you were not wrong.

- Brother, I am never wrong.

Yeah.

Where's Nicky?

You mentioned in your text message he'd be here tonight.

Yeah...

The last second thing.

Something dealing with family.

And you know what they say, family first.

That's right.

But you know, if you see 'em, let 'em know and tell 'em.

Of course.

'Cause that's your baby.

No hard feelings huh?

Nah, we're cool.

- What's going on with the property in Harlem and the loan?

- Personally, I don't think this is the place

or time for that particular type of discussion

but since you brought it up

let's just say that everything is just peachy

and on schedule.

- Three years behind is on schedule?

In New York, it is.

- What about your other properties?

- Man, don't even think about it.

Couldn't be better.

Like I said,

I always take care of my people.

You will give your money.

What's your name again?

Joey.

Is that your real name, Joey?

Joseph.

Yeah, I know it wasn't Joey.

Got that accent, that accent.

Where you from?

Wyrzysk, Poland.

Big city, small city?

So, so big.

How long you been here?

I born here.

- Get the fuck out, how long you've been here?

Two years.

Yeah.

I knew you weren't from here.

None of the boys are from here.

What for?

What did you come to the US for?

- My brother had business in Detroit.

Detroit?

I don't want to talk about it.

- I came from Utuado, Puerto Rico.

I was very, very young.

You happy here?

No one is happy here.

Look at all the smiles.

Do you want a lap dance?

Yeah.

- Let's get that lap dance.

What the fuck, man?

Money.

I'm so, so sorry.

Money!

I gotcha.

Stop.

Stop.

You fuck. Okay, you win.

Okay. Okay.

You win.

Let's go home.

Come on, no one would miss us here.

Plus we have a service later.

It's not even worth it.

It's always worth it.

I don't need the money.

- It's always about the money, babe.

We just gotta get through the summer.

And then we'll be good.

I just want...

- I'll get some money to pay for your tuition.

Since I'm down with Chico.

I just wanna be able to...

Then I'll tell her.

Tell her what?

That you are my life.

And then what?

- And then you'll get your degree.

Become my sexy nurse.

Stop it, be serious.

I am.

No, you never are.

So?

So what's next?

- So then I can start my business down in the DR.

What kind of business is this?

I don't know.

Whatever business you want it to be.

That's not how it works out.

You know what?

It's fine.

Yeah, I know it's fine, yeah.

- I gotcha! - Stop!

No, stop.

I love you.

Yeah, papi, it was true.

Shut up.

- Yo, I'm just saying you may need to explore

other career options, man.

No shit.

It ain't worth it.

Nah, Papi.

I'm, I'm saying I don't have that effect on men.

Fuck me?

Ooh, the little fuck me.

Okay.

Bro.

It's gonna be your all right, Papi.

Go, my gym sneakers in my bag.

Go grab them.

Gym sneakers?

Oh, gym sneakers?

You think that old horny drunk ass man gives a fuck

about gym sneakers?

Hmm? You heard from Nicki?

No. No. Not at all.

It's, it's crazy.

I know, that's your boy.

- Yeah, it's driving me a little...

See ya out there.

Yeah, later man.

Hi, baby.

This is Frankie.

The boy, the good dancer I told you about from Cuba.

Puerto Rico.

My bad.

I'll pass.

Peaches.

Let's chat.

Go.

- But I thought-- - Go baby, go.

What's up?

- You must have got me fucked up.

- Stop with the bullshit, Peaches.

This is not a surprise.

I've been more than fair, haven't I?

When you borrowed the 50k, I told you, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

You have two months.

Or I take back the club.

What are you talking about?

You don't even come here.

You don't even frequent here that often.

I come here plenty enough.

Oh, you come here 'cause you

can't get enough of that dick.

I mean, come on.

I spent all my fucking money.

I spent all my money getting this place together

because you and your daddy didn't give a fuck.

- Let's not bring the dead into this.

No, let's wake up the dead.

Let's wake up the fucking dead.

Your daddy was a piece of shit.

But at least he let me get this business together.

No one was coming to this motherfucker

until I got these boys here.

- This has nothing to do with my money, honey.

- Look, you know I needed the money.

You know my mom was sick, and--

- Bitch, I know your mom went sick, blah blah blah blah.

That's why I lent you the money.

But now the bitch is dead

and I guess there's no money in the world that'll help her.

You know what?

Maybe you're right.

The money couldn't have saved her.

You know what? Funerals are not cheap.

I mean, come on. We both had two losses.

Two.

I mean,

your daddy would not be happy

if he knew how you were treating me.

- My daddy taught me to mind my money and my investments.

I'm continuing that legacy.

- You see- - I'm tired of talking.

Two days

or pack up.

See, this is why you broke.

Shut up.

You hit it up?

Yeah.

You stay much longer?

Man, I got to.

I made like no money today.

Because you're stiff.

You smell like vomit.

Oh shit, seriously?

Give me a dance.

What?

I'll pay for it.

You're bugging.

You bugging.

I said I'd totally pay for it.

Besides, I need to give you some tips on your technique.

It's crazy, man. It's crazy.

- I'm trying to be around a bit more.

It's good to here.

Hey, yo, babe, come here.

Meet Arturo.

His father owns the place.

I own the place.

My bad. He's our boss now.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah.

This your boyfriend?

Yeah.

Pretty young for you.

I like them all ages.

You know what, how about a dance from the both of us?

Yeah, sure.

That's better. Sexy, you know?

I know what I'm doing.

It don't look like it.

You gotta look in my eyes.

Make me feel like the one, you know?

A bit close, like real close, Papi.

Like I can feel your breath on me close.

Like you want to kiss me?

Like you wanna fuck.

Like a speed walk, you know?

Where's my money?

What? What is this?

How much is this?

This is like...

A G.

Nah, I can't take this.

It's honestly nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing.

How's a thousand dollars nothing?

You should talk to Peaches.

I'm good.

Okay, no problem.

What else you got going on?

- Man, I gotta get serious with my music this year.

Plus with my folks still down in Puerto Rico

and the fucking hurricane and everything.

Nothing's still ain't right, you know?

I feel you, Papi.

What kind of music you do?

I don't know.

Well that's a problem.

Well, I mean like I know but

like most artists that I listen to, like you wouldn't know.

- I wouldn't know. - You know?

What?

Trying to be like the next with Miguel, Elante.

Try me, I know what's up.

Okay. Okay, okay. I see you.

Yeah, you know I love those artists

and you know I like my little merengue and R&B.

Ooh, papi.

You gotta hit it up for me now.

No, no, no, no.

Come on.

Okay. Okay. I get it.

I wish I had a voice or a talent or something.

Can't do shit.

- I mean everybody can do something, right?

Nah, not everybody.

But maybe we can chill out of here

and you can give me a little private show.

Sure.

Pinky promise?

Pinky promise.

Kiss.

Go.

What?

- I want a one-on-one with, what's your name again?

Gio.

Yeah, Gio.

Is that a problem?

Nah.

- It's me, Barbie.

I just wanted to let you know

that I'm about to a fuck shit up.

- In life, there are dreams

and there are nightmares.

Dreams rarely come true, but nightmares,

nightmares are ever present.

What's up?

- We gotta go. - You okay?

- Pack your stuff. We gotta go now.

Okay.

We gotta go pack.

What?

Gio.

Gio.

I miss you.

How's my little man?

Give him a kiss for daddy.

No, no.

You know why?

Okay. Okay.

Okay, I'll call you later, okay?

- And those nightmares,

they usually come out of nowhere.

They come like, like they come when you least expect it.

But they always come.

- Peaches, do you need to go home?

- It's never happened to me at work before.

- You need to go to the hospital maybe.

No, I'm fine.

- Well, you know it could be the medication.

No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

- Those things that you think

are dreams come true,

too good to be true.

They have a way of easily becoming nightmares.

And when his dreams turn into nightmares

when you find yourself in the nightmare

it's hard to see the light, to know what to do next.

It's just confusion and darkness

and mess and mess and just, it's a nightmare.

- Hurry up and move him so we can-

What?

Look, go!

Huh?

Man, take this and go!

But I...

Now!

- And when you lost in the darkness, a nightmare.

When all your dreams seem to be lost,

your family's hurting

your heart is broken, your future's uncertain.

You really don't have too many choices.

Only real choice is to run.

You run straight forward, to find the light

to find a path, to find a new dream

to get lost in the hope.

I'm a fantasy, a dream that'll make the nightmare end.

You just keep running

and running and when you get tired, you stop.

You take a breath, you assess,

and then

you just go.

Go.

We can play a game.

I don't do games.

Play a game with me

and I'll give you a list of what you want.

Not everything but most, and you have to let 'em go.

Deal?

Of course.

Ah.