Young Lion of the West (2024)

[bunniefuu]

[Tara] Okay, what

about the people?

[Nick] Guys or girls?

[Tara] I don't know... girls.

Okay, now there are three

types of broads in this town.

Let's start at the threes so

this way we can get them out of

the way fast.

I'm sorry, are you

allowed to smoke in here?

It's fine.

Now, threes are nasty.

We're talking the bottom of the

barrel scumbuckets that come

with a guaranteed STD.

I'm sorry, but like, if you're

so desperate for some a*s that

you're willing to f*ck with

one of these

broads, f*cking pray

that nobody ever finds out.

Okay, so, do I even want

to ask about the twos ?

You ever play Russian roulette?

Who the hell actually

plays Russian roulette?

Guys who f*ck

twos , that's who!

I'm telling you, there's a

fifty-fifty shot that there's a

b*llet in that chamber

every single time you stick

it in one of these hoes.

Oh my God! You're terrible.

Honey, we haven't even

gotten to the ones yet.

Now, the ones ...

These are the ones that appear

more classy and beautiful.

They give you faith

that there might be something

besides the rest of the filthy

trash in the 585,

but underneath there's always

some dark, nasty secrets

that always end up spilling out

and ruining everything.

I mean, come on, think about it,

there's no way a guy would

logically f*ck with a three or

a two .

Unless he previously

dealt with a one .

That's an interesting theory.

- So what number am I?

- You're a one .

- f*ck you! I'm a one ?

- Honey, it could be worse!

You could be a two or three !

Okay. All right.

What kind of guy are you, then?

Not a stereotypical meathead

d*uche bag like the rest of the

guys in this city.

They all talk about how

they're all gonna get out,

which they won't,

and how they're all doing

big things, which they're not.

Okay, so what about you?

Are you going to get

out of this town?

I'm gonna f*cking run

this town one day.

So that means you think

you're going to do big things?

Let's put it like this:

I'm not going to end up some

drunk mechanic that peaked in

high school.

Who are you, Nick Donato?

[energetic hip-hop]

That was quick. Was

there a problem?

Actually, honey, yeah, there's

a problem with my bed.

[moaning]

Hey John! Mr. C around?

Look at this handsome

face right here, John!

You know, I keep telling you,

you're gonna work for this guy

one day.

So...

Before I forget, I got a

little something for you.

Little extra in there also.

Thank you.

Hey f*ck, remember to call

Joanna's name up there when

you're doing the contest winner.

Yea, yea, yea...

Oh my God, shut the

f*ck up. Take this.

Drink like a fish.

f*ck like a dog.

Run sh*t like a lion, baby.

[energetic hip-hop]

[Nick] Hey yo, Vertex!

Are you f*cking ready?

[loud cheering]

I said, Vertex, are you ready?

[cheering continues]

Without further ado, let's bring

out the sexy contestants

in this years best bikini body

in the five-eight-f*cking-five!

Jesus Christ.

Now

the winner of this years

best bikini body in the 585...

Let's make some noise for the

lovely, the beautiful, the

f*cking sexy,

Miss Rachel Cortese!

Okay, honey, you wait over

there. I'll be with you in a

minute.

How would you m*therf*ckers want

open bar for the rest of the

night?

[enthusiastic applause]

Check it Vertex, Donato here

has got one minute to make

all the snow and all

the liquid disappear.

No hands allowed.

He does it, you get open

bar for the rest of the night.

If he don't, you don't get sh*t.

And I guess, Nick, here

ain't the young

lion of the jungle.

Here we go, here we go.

11:59...

Go!

[tense music]

[upbeat hip-hop resumes]

It's all gone, oh sh*t!

[Nick V.O.] This town, people,

It's f*cking nasty.

It's rough!

And m*therf*cker,

you better know

when you step into this

b*tch, you're in my house

and I'm the young lion

running this m*therf*cker!

[trap music]

[Vincent] Be f*cking

respectful, all right.

What are you, a

f*cking wing nut?

I don't know how much

f*cking college cost.

No, no, I don't.

My f*cking stugot

son, he dropped out.

So I didn't have to

pay none of that sh*t.

Jesus f*cking Christ! Why

don't you just bend me over

and f*ck me up my a*s?

I feel like I'm

married all over again.

No...

You do the right thing,

not me.

No, trust me.

Babe, listen, it's gonna mean

much more coming from you...

Yeah...

No, you can't come over tonight.

No, I'm busy.

'Course I miss you.

[laughing]

Oh, you are a very

naughty woman.

I'm gonna be late for

f*cking work, I gotta go.

Bye.

You believe that sh*t?

She wants me to pay for her

daughters soon to be jizzed on

f*cking prom dress.

I don't need this sh*t.

She's busting my ba*ls every

f*cking day about something.

So what are you going to do?

- You gonna be single again? -

Don't you put me to the f*cking

test.

'Cause I'll come

swooping in there

and I'll steal all your

little girlfriends.

- Whatever you say, pop.

- And besides, look at you, son.

You look like f*cking sh*t.

You would too, if you had a

f*cking night like I did last

night.

[chuckles]

[Vincent] You believe

this f*cking sh*t here?

Black. Lives. Matter.

They oughta just round up all

these trouble making n*gg*r*s and

just

wipe 'em the f*ck out.

You f*cking kidding me?

He k*lled an innocent kid.

Hey, in my day,

those f*cking degenerates,

they never would've thought

about stepping a foot in our

f*cking neighborhood.

And likewise!

We didn't f*ck around

their neighborhoods neither.

All right?

The world was a much better

place, brother, I'll tell you

what.

I got b*tches in the

living room, getting it on.

And they aint leavin'

'til six in the morning.

So what you gonna do?

I got a pocket full of rubbers

and my homeboys do to.

Ow!

Ah!

Hey, what's up?

It's Mike!

The auto-credit guy

from Joseph Sage!

We're here to shake up the

auto industry in Rochester.

We get everyone financed, no

matter what their credit history

is!

Check me!

We got small cars, we got red

cars, we got cars with moon

roofs!

We got seven-passenger

vans and SUV's!

We even got imports all

with guaranteed credit!

[crash]

[male voice] Stop the

camera! Stop the camera!

No, keep it rolling!

Keep it rolling!

Bankruptcy, no

credit, bad credit,

the worst credit, we'll get you

financed! Call Joseph Sage!

After you left last night,

tried to get the kid some p*ssy.

Yea, well maybe if someone did

what they f*ck' promised...

Oh! Tell me you hit it

with the contest chick?

Ray, you know he's not gonna

tell you the f*ck' truth.

Come on, bro.

All I'm saying is, if you

m*therf*ckers learned

about respect and privacy

for what you did with women,

someone might get a little bit

more p*ssy than they do right

now.

Aww, I hate you guys.

Man, f*ck all that!

- I spread that sh*t like the

gospel. - I know you f*ck' do.

[Andrew] You know what?

f*ck that for a second, okay?

Did Ray tell you my plan

to get back at Joanna?

Ah, f*ck that. Let's go inside,

I aint dealing with this sh*t.

Wait, does nobody f*cking

love me anymore?

- No, I definitely don't.

- But I will tell you this,

if you want a plan to get back

at Joanna, I got the perfect

f*cking plan.

Yeah. Come on, baby.

Give me the goods.

Pick her up in your

mother's minivan.

b*tch is gonna love it.

Okay, you know what?

Keep talking, Donato, okay!

Let me tell you something,

lots of ladies like a

guy who drives a van.

Sends a message.

Says, I'm not too flashy, but

can still show you a good

f*cking time.

[scoffs]

Okay, you know, don't forget

to bring me up in there!

For the hundredth f*cking

time, we told you, we promise.

- That we're gonna think about

it. - [laughing]

Okay, you know what? Don't

f*ck me on this, Nick, okay?

I know how you two get.

You're all sitting around

going he-he-he and

nobody's taking care of Andrew!

Andrew still bugging you

to let him in with Colichio?

Not gonna happen, man.

Eventually, you gotta

break it to him.

Well, eventually

ain't today, dawg.

- Andrew, man...

- I know, dawg, I know.

You stupid little f*ck

really did it this time!

f*ck is you talking about, John?

What's the issue, John?

I don't know. Maybe it's because

his most profitable f*cking club

had open bar for the

last hour of the night

and you lost all

his f*cking money.

Five thousand

f*cking dollars, huh?

How the f*ck he find out, John?

Maybe you should worry less

about how he found out and worry

more about how the f*ck

you're going to get out of this.

Because I ain't covering your

f*cking dumb-asses again.

I'm f*cking done with you.

- [Raymond] John.

- This is f*cked up, man.

Yo, Mr. C...

f*ck you!

f*ck you!

Don't you f*cking talk!

After everything I do for you

and then you f*ck with my sh*t

like that!

f*ck you!

Anthony, that's enough!

f*ck!

So let's just talk this through.

You boys look like you were

about to explain to me

how the f*ck you were able to

blow through all

this money of mine.

So please

explain.

I'm understanding.

One night, like last night

makes your club legendary

for the next ten f*cking years.

Ray, go get me the bag.

See this sh*t? This

is just f*cking cash.

Do you have any idea what

we did in credit last night?

I got a tape of you snorting

Scarface amounts of coke

off some b*tches naked body,

and then giving a bunch

of sh*t away for free.

And you're wondering

why I'm upset?

Here, they're not lying.

Look at these numbers.

Hey John, go ahead and

show the boys out, please.

[Colichio] f*cking m*therf*cker!

You stupid-a*s m*therf*cker!

- [muffled punches]

- [John screams]

- [beating continues]

- Oh sh*t.

[Colichio] I'll f*cking k*ll

you, right where you stand!

- That's f*cked up.

- Wanna go back in there?

f*ck that! Let's get

the f*ck outta here!

Dude's out of control, Nick.

We gotta do something.

Nah, just f*cking chill.

You know the way he is.

He just wants to be heard

and feel important.

Besides, at the end of the day,

who's the ones running the show?

Are we, Nick?

Just don't say sh*t in front of

Andrew. We'll talk about this

later, okay?

God, I have a great a*s.

Wha... what?

Joanna loves it.

Oh, my God, with

this f*cking broad.

Let me see your phone.

What's wrong with your phone?

Come on, let me see it.

You don't think she's f*cking

anybody else though, right?

- Mhmm. Yes.

- Definitely.

Dude, she leaves you with a hard

d*ck in your hand every f*cking

night.

What do you think that means?

Yeah, while she's

grinding on your d*ck

she's looking across

the room at his d*ck.

What the f*ck does

that mean though?

I mean, come on guys, seriously.

Give it to me straight here.

I can't do it with

him anymore. Done.

[cell phone buzzes]

Who just texted me?

No one. No one.

Give me the phone, Andrew.

- No one.

- Give me the f*cking phone.

Give me the f*cking phone.

Oh, sh*t.

Alfieri's throwing down tonight.

You know what that means.

- Banger!

- Banger!

Wait, who's that?

[energetic hip hop]

Yo! What up?

[Alfieri] f*ck, you made it!

- What's up? - Still smoking

cigarettes, you nasty b*stard?

- I love 'em. Come on.

- Let's get f*cking ripped.

[music continues]

Ray, we're up next on

the f*cking pong table.

You stay the f*ck

away. You're a jinx.

You ain't f*cking

with my record though.

- I was supposed to play.

- You got that gimpy elbow, bro.

[Raymond] Yo, yo,

yo, yo, yo, yo.

God damn. Who the f*ck is that?

Yo, Donato where...

Where the f*ck

did you come from?

Excuse me?

No, I mean... I just.

I just

I saw you... I saw you.

I saw you coming

through the door and...

Are you okay?

I'm smelling a strike out.

There's no way this works.

You want to put a dub on it?

Make it $50.

Bet.

No, I'm not okay, because

I've never been this

flustered in my life approaching

a beautiful f*cking woman.

Normally, I would say that you

gotta buy me a cold one to

make up for it, but since

there ain't no bar here

I'll just let you grab

me one over there.

Oh, is that so?

Make me proud, baby.

Please be a miserable

failure like me.

I'm Nick Donato.

Tara Golden.

- Nah, sweetheart, come here,

I'm a hugger. How you doing? -

Okay.

Nice to meet you.

All right, let's go

grab you a drink.

- Let's go grab that drink.

- Let's do it.

Let's do it.

Pay up, m*therf*cker. Come on.

Get my money.

Get my money.

Andrew, don't

f*cking play with me.

I'll be right back with it.

Broke m*therf*cker.

Here you go, sweetheart.

Thank you.

You are welcome.

Okay. I have a question for you.

I have an answer for you.

How'd you know I wasn't

from around here?

You don't know who I am.

[laughs]

Wow.

- That's kind of my mic drop

moment right there. - Yeah?

[phone buzzes]

Sorry...

That's one of my

girlfriends. I have to go.

- Do you really?

- Yeah.

- Come on. Stay for a little

bit. - No.

- Little bit. Are you kidding

me? - No.

All right, I got your number.

- I'mma be f*cking calling.

- Okay.

Like, I'm calling.

Dangerous right there.

f*cking dangerous.

- That was a good night, bro.

- f*cking dope night, man.

Do you ever not get p*ssy?

Don't say, get p*ssy .

Why the f*ck not? You guys

say sh*t like that all the time.

Yeah, but when you

say it, it sounds vulgar.

Like, filthy.

It's fine. It's fine.

What you think?

Check it.

We put the VIP section at the

top, dance floor in the middle,

bar at the bottom.

What the f*ck are

you talking about?

Us doing our own thing.

Becoming partners.

How long you been planning this?

Oh, it's been a while.

I almost cracked, but...

sh*t's dope, ain't it?

Ray, please tell me you're not

talking about cutting out

Colichio?

Are you out of

your f*cking mind?

Bro, I came from the f*cking

projects. Avenue D.

I built sh*t up with

nothing. With nobody.

For what? To be some flunky

to some f*cking as*h*le?

Man, f*ck that sh*t.

You saw what he did

to my face, Nick.

It's only a matter of time

before he kills one of us.

[Nick] Nah, don't say that.

Colichio would never do that.

He's family.

Yeah, you right.

Yeah, you right.

He'd never do that.

To you.

Place looks like sh*t.

Eh.

How the f*ck would

you pay for sh*t?

You got startup money? f*ck

you sh*t I don't know about?

Huh?

What's going on?

That's where you come in.

I know you got a boy from the

city that's trying to do his

thing...

What guy in the city?

If you let me f*cking finish...

Old boy... what's his name?

Flagg!

Trying to move the product.

Yo!

White boy!

What's good player? You

know who the f*ck it is, cuz.

How you doing, man?

- Keep chillin'. I'm good, how's

you, homie? - Good to see you,

dawg.

[groaning]

You all right?

f*ck no, I'm not all right. It's

hunting season right now, dawg.

f*ck all that.

I know you got your sh*t with

the club and everything,

but you need to come back

around the way with me,

and start slinging and make

some real paper again.

Leave Ray b*tch a*s at home,

come make some real bread, bro.

Nah, dawg, I can't do that, man.

- I got a good thing going with

Ray and that club. - [groans]

Besides, man, I'm trying to be

on that adult sh*t, homie, you

feel me?

Ahh... I feel you.

All right, cuz, I

appreciate that, man.

You already know.

Good seeing you, dawg.

- See you around, alright?

- Alright, you already know.

You still ugly with that

big-a*s head though.

[Flagg] I still f*ck

more b*tches than you.

Yeah... Keep telling

yourself those lies, brah.

Ray, please tell me

you're f*cking kidding me?

Nah, nah, that's your plan?

f*ck that, dude.

Nah, I grew up with the kid.

He's a f*cking lowlife,

drug dealing piece of sh*t

who you can't trust for sh*t.

That's what you

brought me here for?

- Nick, I can't do this sh*t

without you, bro. - Nah, f*ck

that.

Ray, you can call me f*cking old

school, but loyalty means

something to me.

Colichio took me under his

f*cking wing when I had nothing

and you had nothing.

Remember that.

Get in the f*cking

car, let's go.

Get in the f*cking

car, let's go.

f*ck.

[pensive music]

All right, hot shot.

Make it quick. Some

of us got a job to do.

I just wanted to ask you

for some advice quick.

And that couldn't wait

'til I got home tonight?

I got work at the club tonight.

I really hope that's

not what this is about.

Kinda is.

Yeah.

All right.

Want my advice?

Want my opinion?

Here you go...

Grow the f*ck up

be a man,

- and get a real f*cking job.

- Dad, look it

I know you don't like Colichio,

but if you could just hear me

out

- for one second about this...

- Hey!

You're not getting this through

your thick f*cking skull, son,

okay?

As long as you're

working for Colichio,

that f*cking prick,

- I don't give a f*ck what you

do... - But that's it.

Ray wants us to leave, open

up, and run our own place.

Okay.

Let me ask you's a question.

You have any investors

lined up for this

business venture of yours?

No.

Have you applied for, or do you

have a business permit here of

Rochester?

No.

No?

Do you have any plans

at all to make this

- business a f*cking success?

- Yeah.

Okay, what? What is it?

Me and Raymond.

sh*t.

There you go!

Why didn't you say so?

My bad.

You and f*cking Raymond.

Raymond, the idiot

f*cking moulinyan.

What the f*ck could go

wrong with that, right?

Is this a f*cking fantasy

business of yours son?

'Cause it sounds like something

you and your f*ck' f*gg*t

pals,

dreamed up at your

g*dd*mn summer camp,

jerking each other f*cking off!

Not for nothing, we've been the

ones running sh*t for Colichio

for f*cking years now.

Years.

And kissing some f*cking

criminals a*s somehow qualifies

you

to run a f*cking business?

Is that what you're telling me?

Look, I get it.

I f*cking get it!

You look down on

me for what I do.

I get it. That's not something

that you can respect.

So f*cking be it.

But whatever you think about me,

whatever you say about me,

know this,

I have taken care of my family

by making an honest

living and working

hard every day of

my g*dd*mn life...

[Nick] This again?

Same f*cking sh*t.

Some things never change, man.

Yeah, walk away like

a little f*cking f*gg*t.

I'm f*cking somebody, okay?

And I'm going to become

so f*cking big soon

it'll blow your mind.

While you're right down

there on your f*cking knees,

chugging Colichio's

greasy f*cking c*ck.

You want my respect, son?

You want my approval?

Well, you're not gonna

get it. Not for this.

It's time for you to

grow the f*ck up, son.

So unless you, uh,

unless you want some more

of my advice,

I got a f*cking car to finish.

Ray.

I'm f*cking in!

[Nick] This is it.

This is where you're taking me?

Yeah.

Are you not having a good time?

I didn't say that.

Come on, let's go inside.

I want to show you this place.

I cannot step foot into that

building until I hear something

real come out of

that mouth of yours.

You've been hearing real all

night. What are you talking

about?

No, I've been real. But I

haven't had real from you.

Give me something. What you got?

How real you want

to get right now?

How real can you get?

- Like, for real, for real?

- Yeah.

- We're getting for real, for

real? - Yeah.

All right.

So my father, he's a...

[dramatic music intensifies]

[inaudible dialogue]

[Nick] Yo, Ray, meet Tara.

Tara, meet my boy, Ray.

- Hello.

- Nice to finally meet you.

Andrew, meet Tara...

Oh, my God, Ray, you beautiful

piece of chocolate, you!

Come here!

Get the f*ck off me!

Oh, God.

The sh*t that Joanna

just did to me...

Oh, my God.

You guys don't

even f*cking know.

Wait. So what do I do?

What do you mean?

You just said she

f*cking wants you?

I don't know what's

going on, man.

She's out of her f*cking mind!

Nick, help the kid.

No, you help him.

- I did it the last time!

- One of you guys help me.

f*ck that! Come on!

Give me your f*cking phone.

Yes. Do your dirty

Donato tricks. Come on.

- [Tara and Raymond] Oh yea.

- [Andrew] No. No, no, no.

Wait... wait... What's all that?

What are you writing?

Stupid sh*t...

- [Raymond] You don't even know

how to read that. - I don't have

service in here!

I'm gonna go grab drinks.

You go do that.

I like this place. This is...

This is nice.

Oh, yeah. I'm just house sitting

for a couple weeks.

I'm looking for

a spot of my own.

Tara

sweetheart, are you

kidding me right now?

- What?

- Walking in like that with...

Like that, with that...

That smile.

- Yo, stop!

- You're ridiculous.

[Nick] Put it away.

- I can't even look at you right

now. - You're ridiculous.

Wow.

Honey, sweetheart, seriously,

you need to be a model.

- For real though.

- No.

- Mhmm.

- No.

No.

But you know what?

I actually, I did do beauty

pageants when I was a kid, so...

Bullshit.

- No, I did.

- For real?

Yeah, but I.

I know what you're

thinking right now.

What's that?

That we were all just like

a bunch of airheads,

and it was just a

bunch of princess sh*t.

That's not what I

was thinking at all.

I don't know.

I know it gets a bad rap, but it

kind of helped me find my voice.

But my parents f*cking hated it.

Well f*ck them.

I think that's awesome.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

Isn't part of doing

beauty pageants, also

having a talent...

something that you do?

No.

- Yes, it is!

- No.

Tara, I watch Miss

America, though.

I know this sh*t.

- Come on.

- Okay.

Tell me what your talent was.

No.

No.

You're not going to tell me?

- No. Absolutely not.

- Come on.

All right, you know

what? f*ck this.

I'mma make you a deal right now.

Besides being a

fantastic human being,

I'm also a great actor.

- [nervous laughter] - But don't

let anyone know this.

So, what I'm gonna do is

- I'm gonna get up there...

- Okay.

I'm going to do my classic John

Travolta, Saturday Night Fever

strut.

- So...

- Let's see.

- You wanna see it?

- Yeah.

You gonna tell me your talent?

I don't know.

You will after I

do this for you.

- You ready for this sh*t?

- What you got?

Get my Oscar ready,

sweetheart, I'm ready.

[laughing]

All right.

Cue the Bee Gees.

- Oh, my God.

- How you doin', huh?

Want the De Niro?

I'll hit you with the

De Niro real quick.

Oh, my God.

Does it hurt?

To do that?

Give you the Brando

while I'm at it.

No.

I'm going to just tell

you at this point.

We're good.

All right, give me the

talent now. Come on.

I want it.

I'm all ears.

Okay. It was stand-up comedy.

- Really?

- Yeah. I don't know.

I've just always wanted to

pursue it, but I just never

really had the ba*ls to do it.

Well, I think you should.

Can I kiss you?

Oh, Andrew...

Tell me I'm the

best your ever had.

Oh, you're the best

I've ever had, baby.

Squeeze my a*s!

Yeah! Squeeze my a*s!

Yeah! Squeeze that a*s!

You're totally gonna be

my girlfriend after this.

[moaning]

- Andrew...

- What?

- Andrew!

- What?

Andrew!

[masturbation sounds]

Uh... ah... ah... um...

Andrew.

Are you in there?

I'll be right out.

Okay.

I'll just be waiting

in your room.

[heavy breathing]

Back in this, yeah.

She's in your f*cking room.

[masturbation sounds continue]

[thunder and rain]

Oh wait... oh!

- Ow!

- Oh I'm sorry.

f*ck. The hell are you doing?

You like being teased

like that though, right?

God! Just put...

There. It's in.

Go.

Ah!

Ah... I love you.

You love me?

- Get the f*ck off me!

- Wait... what?

No, I...

No! I

I didn't...

Wait, where are you...

Where are you going?

How did I get so desperate

that I let you dupe me

into coming over here?

Desperate? What?

What are you talking

about, desperate?

f*cking blanket!

[thunder clap]

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I just was nervous and

I just wanted to impress you

I really thought with

you drooling over me

that it would at least

make you a good f*ck.

But nope.

You saying you love me?

Like, are you for real insane?

f*cking two pump chump.

No, totally, I...

Look, nobody's going to

find out about this.

I promise!

I f*cked the f*cking

sh*t out of her.

All right, I mean I beat

that sh*t up, like, all night.

[cheering]

Bro! I told you my cousin

be gettin' it in though!

You got that 30 rack though?

- Hi!

- Hi! How are you?

Nice to meet you.

- What's wrong? - There's, like,

a million people here.

I know you said a lot,

but this is, like, a lot, a lot.

Come on, they're gonna love you.

Everybody, this is Tara.

[enthusiastic cheering]

[Colichio] Hey! Hey!

Come here!

Come here, come here, come here!

That's her, right?

- That's her.

- Wow!

Let me ask you something?

What're you doing

with a bum like this?

I don't know, but it is so

nice to finally meet you.

Nick never stops

talking about you.

- You talk about us all the

time? - A little bit.

Just a little bit, huh?

Hey, look, sweetheart, look,

this house is your house.

You make yourself at home.

- Hey, somebody!

- Here!

You're gonna eat good tonight!

[cheerful music]

Don't f*cking swear...

[family talking over each other]

Are you Italian?

Are you Italian?

Blonde hair!

I think the family likes her.

What do you think?

Yeah.

Girls are f*cking grilling her.

She's getting it right now.

Good!

Do you cook, honey?

Yeah!

Nick would not date somebody

who doesn't cook.

Well, he's not dating her,

he's f*cking her.

[table erupts]

She's terrible. I'm sorry.

Do we really think he's

gonna marry this girl?

- He might. - You don't have to

say it to her face though.

Well, at least I'm real.

I dont' want him getting

any girl pregnant.

And then having some kid just

living this Earth with a single

mother.

You got the hot flashes?

Yes! I do!

So, where are you

from originally?

Don't you think we're all

getting a little too old to

be f*cking around the

same way we have been?

Maybe.

But what's the final

conditions on all this sh*t?

All right, so, check it...

You give me and Ray

the sh*t, all right?

We'll push that sh*t

through Vertex ourselves.

We accumulate the paper.

I'm talking long term

goals right now, cuz.

We get our new spot,

that joint's f*ck' ours.

We run the sh*t.

That point,

you and your boys

come through the door,

you start slinging every

f*cking piece of sh*t you want.

You ain't gotta look over

your back. You're with us.

Yeah.

How 'bout you get your a*s off

the street and come hustle that

product at a different level.

Thought I told you to be

a ghost n*gga and act like you

wasn't f*ck' here.

And you...

You okay with taking that

kinda risk with your boss?

His father was my f*cking boss.

And little Colichio...

Once that m*therf*cker took

over, everything went to f*cking

sh*t.

f*ck that m*therf*cker, aight?

There's a fast lane

open in this city, cuz.

And you best believe, some

m*therf*cker's gonna step up and

fill that void.

Aight.

f*ck it. Let's do this.

- Let's get this bread.

- Let's get that paper.

What's up, buddy?

So what's going on

with you and Joanna?

Are you still

trying to hit that?

I can't get her out

of my head, man.

She's always here dancing

with all these dudes,

like she's trying to make some

point or something. I don't

Look at me.

f*ck her.

You can get any girl you

want inside that f*cking club

and you want to know why?

'Cause you're one handsome

m*therf*cker, and a funny one at

that.

You are.

What about you and Tara?

We're doing great, man.

That's...

That's great, man.

Listen, can I talk to

you about something?

Word's obviously out that you

and Ray are pushing sh*t through

these doors...

Drew, I'm not looking for

a f*cking lecture... I want in.

Oh.

All right, I'll

tell you what, man.

- I'll talk to Raymond, I'll see

what I can... - No.

No. You don't need

to talk to Ray.

Just like you didn't

need to talk to Colichio.

Andrew, he's my f*cking partner.

And what

I'm just some guy you

keep around for laughs?

Nick, if you tell him you

want me in, he'll do it.

What the f*ck, man?

Where the f*ck is

this coming from?

Nowhere, man.

Where the f*ck is

this coming from?

I've done everything I can

to f*cking help you, man.

Oh, bullshit, Nick.

Come on, you're the

self-proclaimed lion, right?

Dad.

Dad? Dad!

Dad, come here!

Sit up. Sit up, Dad, come on.

The f*ck did you take?

What the f*ck did you take?

No, no, no, no. Close your

mouth. Breathe through your

nose.

Breathe through

your nose. Come on.

Come on. Breathe

through your nose.

[groaning]

[Nick V. O.] So my father...

He's a... uh...

Dad, stop. Come on.

[V.O.] functioning alcoholic.

All right. Okay.

[V.O.] To the point where

the doctors told him,

you're gonna f*cking die

if you don't stop drinking.

And he hasn't.

And they gave him these

pills that'll help him.

And you can't drink

on them. But he does.

So sometimes.

I'll come home and I'll find him

on the floor of

the house, seizing.

And I have to be by

his side all night long

and tell him everything's

gonna be okay.

When, I don't know

if it will be.

Is that real enough for you?

Morning, hot shot.

Coffee there if you want some.

So, what'd you do last night?

Are you f*cking kidding me?

[laughing]

What's with the

atti-f*cking-tude?

You would've f*cking died

last night if it wasn't for me!

You f*cking drunk piece of sh*t.

Say it again.

Come on, tough guy. Say it.

Come on.

Say it.

You know what?

Go ahead. Do it. Hit me.

'Cause maybe then I'll be able

to feel something f*cking real

from you.

You know what, Dad?

At the end of the day, you're no

different, and no better than

the rest of the f*cking

junkies I sell

sh*t to out there.

And you k*lled, Ma.

- Shut your f*cking mouth! You

hear me? - Do it!

- I'll shut it for you!

- Do it! Hit me!

m*therf*cker!

I'm f*cking leaving

and I'm never

f*cking coming back!

[knocking on door]

I think we should

move in together.

[soulful music]

What are you doing, baby?

You writing jokes?

Yeah.

I feel like they suck though.

No, that's good.

- I like that one.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

I can't wait to see you

up on that f*cking stage.

You are going to k*ll.

Thank you.

I hope so.

What do you say? You want

to go to dinner tonight?

- Yeah.

- Where do you want to go?

Does it still hurt?

Nope.

Put that sh*t

behind me years ago.

I meant your face.

Oh.

- No. He hits like a b*tch.

- [loud commotion]

- You never f*cking change. -

Blows her outta the f*cking

water.

Do you think you're

ever gonna go back?

- [obnoxious drunk] If I had

your life... - No.

Honey, hold one second.

The f*cking best t*ts I've

ever seen in my f*cking life...

What's up, buddy?

You got a problem?

Guys, I'm on a date with

my girlfriend here, okay?

- Sorry about that, miss.

- Won't happen again.

I'd keep my mouth shut too if I

had that p*ssy to put my mouth

on...

Who's f*cking p*ssy

you talkin' about?

Nick, let's go!

- [yelling]

- [Tara] Hey! Let's go!

- The f*ck you gonna do?

- Let's go!

Let's go! Let's Go!

Hey! You're taking

that to f*cking go too!

Let's go!

I'll k*ll you! Come

here, m*therf*cker!

Talking about my

f*ck' girlfriend?

I'll f*cking k*ll

you! Talking now?

Talking now, m*therf*cker?

Hey, kid. Get your

a*s over here.

Thanks for coming, buddy.

So sorry, Mr. C.

- So f*cking sorry.

- For what?

Man, I would've beat those

m*therf*ckers with a f*ck'

pipe.

As for the charges...

Don't worry about it.

We'll figure it out.

[loud g*nsh*t]

[laughing]

How the f*ck can I repay you

for all the sh*t you do for me?

f*ck.

You see that

building over there?

Look at the size of that joint.

You're a smart kid.

What would you do

with a place like that?

sh*t.

- I don't really know.

- Oh, come on.

'Course you do.

- Maybe uh...

- Or look at that over there.

You know what I should do?

I should call up my real estate

friends, have them look into it

for me.

You know my real

estate friends, right?

Not off the top of my head, no.

Reach under the seat.

- Mr. C., I...

- Reach under the seat.

Go ahead, take it.

I'm not going to tell you twice.

Feel the weight of that thing?

There's a lot of

little f*ck out there

they grow up watching movies,

they think this sh*t's cool.

Then one day, one of those kids

gets his hands on

the real thing,

and in that moment, he realizes

that if he wanted to,

he can play God.

That he can decide

who gets to live

and who gets to die.

Why don't you raise the piece?

Here, like this.

Right there.

You shouldn't be scared. I'm

the one that should be scared.

My life right now

is in your hands.

f*cking Nick.

What part of your stupid,

f*cking delusional brain made

you think that I

wouldn't find out that you were

trying to f*ck me and step out

on your own?

- It wasn't about hurting you or

lying to you, I swear to God...

- I don't give a f*ck.

- I'm sorry.

- Just f*cking pull the trigger.

Just get rid of me.

Just do it.

You can make a

name for yourself.

You can embellish the story

however you want to. Add to the

legend.

You want to have

me an empty p*stol?

See if I got the ba*ls

to pull the trigger?

This way you'll see if I would

really would k*ll you or not,

huh?

[loud ringing]

I think we both know the kind

of man that you really are.

Just took me a little while for

it to actually sink in, you

know?

So, I want you to

hear what I say

really good, because it's the

last thing that I'm ever going

to tell you.

That stuff that you had going

on at Vertex? That sh*t's done.

You're never setting foot in

any one of my clubs ever again.

As for family?

You're not my f*cking blood.

I don't want you

to reach out to me.

Don't call, don't text. Don't

send a g*dd*mn f*cking Christmas

card.

I don't want to hear from you.

I want you to disappear.

This place right here...

It's yours.

You better hope that it's the

f*cking gold mine that you think

it is.

Because when you fail...

and you will fail...

You're not going to be

able to get a job anywhere.

You're not going to be doing

oil changes like your dad.

And after you've

exhausted all your resources,

all your options, all

the people in your life

no blondie left to

f*ck you, no family

you're going to

walk in your room,

take out that g*n,

put it in your mouth,

and you're going to live

out your last moment,

just like your mother did.

Please get the

f*ck out of my car.

Get the f*ck out of my car.

Get the f*ck out of my car.

Get the f*ck out of my car!

[cell phone ringing]

[voicemail beep]

He knows.

He f*cking knows everything.

He knew everything. We're dead.

Do you understand

that? We're dead.

Everything you said, everything

you sold me on, your bullshit

coming from Avenue D.

It just cost us everything.

You f*cking ret*rd! You

know what we're gonna do?

We're f*cking dead!

We're f*cking dead!

[Comedy emcee] One of the most

disheartening things in the

world,

You ever meet an Asian person

and they don't have a weird

accent?

And you're, like,

totally thrown off by it.

You meet them and you're like,

this guy's gonna sound like

Master Splinter

from Teenage Mutant

Ninja Turtles.

And then you shake his hand and

he's like, Hello, I'm David. I

study psychology.

Jesus! What?

And it's crazy.

Yeah, I got a list of all this

stuff that pisses me off.

I could go on all night. We need

to keep the ball rolling here,

though.

Next up, we got a really hot

girl, so she's probably not

gonna to be that funny.

Everybody give it

up for Tara Golden.

Hi...

[nervous laughter]

Babe, come here.

Don't. Let's go.

- Will you just f*cking stop?

- No! Let's go!

Tara, will you please just

stop and wait for one second?

Unlock the door, Nick.

No! Just give me a f*cking

minute by myself, okay?

[crying]

[muffled cell phone ringing]

Come on. Come on, honey.

Get out of the car.

Get out of the car.

- What the f*ck, Nick? - Get out

of the car. You gotta get back

inside.

- What is going on? - Please,

listen, I'm gonna explain this

to you later.

You're not making f*cking sense!

Just get back inside

where it's safe.

Honey, please look at me.

- I love you... - What do you

mean where it's f*cking safe?

I'm gonna call you a taxi, okay?

I can just call an Uber,

what is your f*cking deal?

- Someone smashed the back end

of the f*cking car. - Let me

see!

I got to get it towed to my guy.

- You gotta get back inside,

honey... - What the f*ck, Nick?

Please, just listen

to me right now. Please.

Come on.

Flagg.

Oh, we got a big,

big f*cking problem.

[Flagg] No f*cking sh*t.

We got a big problem!

How the f*ck do you

know about Raymond?

[Flagg] Raymond? Dude,

get your a*s down the club, man!

Just want to think about that.

Make sure we're picking the

right person.

[stairs creaking]

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You better get your

a*s out of here.

I'll take care of this.

Raymond, too.

Is he still in the trunk?

Keys... Give me your keys.

Think it's best you get out

of town for a few days.

You got somewhere to go?

Go.

Now.

You know what, Nick? I'm done.

Do you hear me? I'm done.

You get arrested and

you don't even call me?

Lord f*cking knows

how you got out

because you just mysteriously

show up at my comedy show

when I thought for sure

you were locked up.

And what was that

weird sh*t with the car, huh?

You left me here for hours

worrying about you

after one of the worst

f*cking nights of my life.

And look at you.

You look like death.

Pack up your things.

We're going to stay with

your parents for a while.

[Tara] What's going on?

[Nick] It's all just

so different here.

Nick, come on.

You got to give

me more than that.

What other girlfriend

is going to put up with this?

I'm a bad guy, Tara.

My mother didn't die of cancer.

That's a lie I've

told everybody.

For years.

Why would you lie about that?

One day, my Ma, she...

She was supposed

to pick me up from school,

and she just never showed.

So after about an hour,

I gave up and I made the

couple mile walk home...

But the door was locked.

So, I climbed through my window,

went to my bedroom and played

video games until it got dark.

Finally...

When I walked into

her bedroom...

My Ma, she was

on the floor.

Surrounded by a pool of blood.

And a handgun next to her body.

If my Mom loved me, Tara,

why would she do that?

If I wanted to k*ll you

wouldn't be that hard to find.

How'd you find me?

Nick, I told you to get

the hell out of dodge.

I did.

You drove f*cking forty

minutes down the road!

Is there somewhere we can talk?

Colichio...

His family can make

all the f*cking fuss they want,

they ain't going

to find that body.

Give it to me straight, John.

What do I gotta do?

How far should I move? Move?

Move?

I need your a*s

back in Rochester.

I want you to run Vertex.

What would be your terms?

Partners.

You run the inventory,

the events, everything.

I'll sit on the

sidelines in the wings,

I'll sign off on everything.

What about Flagg?

That's your decision.

I don't know, John.

I mean, I was thinking about

moving away.

You know, starting over. I think

that's what I really need to do

right now.

Don't be a f*cking fool.

You'll be working in a

f*cking bum job for bum pay.

You'd be answering to some fat

c*cksucker who's gonna

tell you when to take your

f*cking bathroom break.

Come on, kid.

I'm giving you a f*cking chance.

Do the right thing.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

Where are you going?

Get back to work.

- f*ck' dishes need to be

washed. - Get back to work?

- Yea.

- Are you serious?

- Wash the f*ck' dishes.

- No! No!

I'm not doing that while you

guys are having fun all the

f*ck' time! No!

You get to have fun too after

you wash all the f*ck' dishes!

You know, dude, f*ck

this! f*ck this!

f*ck you!

- Un-f*cking-believable.

- f*ck you, dude!

I'm f*ck' out!

[Therapist] Have you talked

to your father lately?

Not lately, nope.

Called and left a message, but

you know.

It's okay to take

things at your own pace.

That's a lot to take in.

He said he was seeing someone.

Jim, I think he said.

He wants me to come by

the house and meet him.

[scoffs]

Have you considered going?

Nope.

[Nick] High school,

junior year, before

I dropped out...

We're at Alfieri's house,

I dove out the f*ck' window,

ripped my g*dd*mn pants, ran to

EV, thinking the cops were

coming, they never f*cking came.

But I did have sex

in his mother's bed that night.

That's f*cking gross.

That's f*cking gross!

It's disrespectful!

I mean...

It was a nice bed.

- It was good times.

- Okay, I have one better.

Okay.

My dad caught me hooking up

with this guy in high school,

and he...

- He beat me like nobody's

f*cking business. - As he should

have.

Hey!

Hey, I'm just saying, baby

there's a reason that you turned

out to be the sexy f*ck' young

woman that you are today.

Do you even know

what your number is?

I thought you knew.

You were my first.

I swear to God, honey.

Swear to God.

Seriously though, I do.

You want to know

what my number is?

f*ck no.

- Absolutely not. Not going down

that road. - Why?

Because you can't unhear

certain sh*t once you hear it.

- Know what I'm saying?

- Oh, my God, okay.

Honey,

In my head, you've been with

three f*cking people at the

most.

Me, myself and I.

I'll tell you if

you want to know.

No, absolutely not.

f*ck that.

All right, know what, f*ck it,

you're gonna be to be the mother

of my children someday.

f*ck.

- All right, give it to me.

- Ready?

No, no.

All right. Yes, f*ck it.

- Just say it.

- Okay.

Come on!

Nine.

[Sigh of relief]

Thank f*cking Christ.

- I want another shot. You want

one? - Yes. Here.

You want that nasty

sh*t? I got it.

Duh.

[Raymond] You know, you

and Nick, ya'll cute together.

Welcome to the g*ng.

The f*ck are you doing here?

Thought you f*cking quit?

We're not friends no more?

It's exactly what

it f*cking means.

You never been cool with Flagg

to begin with, so get the f*ck

out of here.

What's going on

with you and Tara?

Something you want

to ask me, Andrew?

No, just...

Maybe Donato's not the

big man he thinks he is.

Yo, what the f*ck this

dude talking about?

Tell him.

Tell him why Tara's not showing

her face around here today.

Your friend has to beat

the crap out of his

girl to feel important.

But that's not the

whole story, is it?

Go ahead, Nick.

Tell me why you beat

the sh*t out of Tara.

Why the f*ck did

you make me do this?

Why the f*ck did

you make me do this?

[Andrew] No?

It's because she

dated a black dude.

That's a pretty f*cked

up thing to say.

That's right.

Your friend here is

a f*cking r*cist.

You mean to tell me

you dated a nasty f*cking...

Stop f*cking saying that!

[Nick] How could you

f*cking do this to me?

You're a f*cking dog!

You're nothing!

You f*cking b*tch, f*ck you!

At least my father is not a c*ck

sucking f*gg*t.

You son of a f*cking...

Come on, m*therf*cker!

The kid's a f*cking

r*cist prick!

You're just gonna sit there?

Get the f*ck out,

you f*cking loser.

I don't want to f*cking see

you. Get the f*ck out of here.

Who the f*ck are

you to judge me?

Like you're some

f*cking hot shot?

Leave this town for two f*cking

seconds and you're a f*cking

nobody.

Do you remember how many people

laughed when you got up on that

stage?

It was embarrassing to watch you

up there, trying to tell your

f*cking jokes.

'Cause, I got new

for you, sweetheart,

at least I know where

I f*cking belong.

Do you know what, honey?

I don't need this

anymore.

[laughing]

Tara Golden, comedian.

Sit down, you f*cking p*ssy.

[Tara] I didn't know

who else to call.

[Nick] He wants to sit back

and about me and Tara.

Let's talk about you and Joanna.

Oh!

He didn't think I found out

about Mr. Two pump chump.

In two pumps? Damn.

[Nick] I'll tell you

what, m*therf*cker.

How about a little f*cking

test, Andrew, huh?

I'm going to walk

on that f*cking dance floor

and I'm going to ride up

on the love of your life,

the sexy, beautiful Miss Joanna.

If after one song.

I can seduce that

nasty f*cking b*tch.

I'm going to take her out

to your mother's car

and I'm gonna f*ck the sh*t

out of her in the backseat.

If she says, no,

I'll get on that

f*cking microphone

in front of the

whole f*cking club

and I'll announced to everyone

that I'm a fake f*cking p*ssy,

lying, piece of sh*t.

And I'll walk out

those f*cking doors

and I'll never come back again.

All right.

All right.

[moaning]

- Stop. Stop. Just wait a

minute. - What's wrong?

Hey, f*ck face.

Where's the rest of it?

That's all of it, John.

This is f*cking Saturday night?

I said, that's all the

f*cking money, John.

You f*cking don't

seem to understand.

You're f*cking done.

I'm done? f*ck you, I'm done.

I don't got time for...

Sit.

You're f*cking done.

What?

Because my numbers haven't

been what they f*ck' were?

You know, what they call

business, things go up and

f*ck' down, John!

I think you'd f*ck' know that.

It's too late.

Too f*ck' late.

Never step a f*ck' foot in

any of my clubs ever again.

I'm the m*therf*cker who

made Vertex what it is. Me.

That club would be f*cking

nothing without me.

It was nothing before me.

And that's why you came back and

you gave me that f*cking job.

Let's not get that confused.

You're gonna to go through the

rest of your f*cking life

believing all this sh*t.

Don't do this.

The White Party.

The f*ck' White

Party is tonight!

It's the biggest event

I do all f*cking year long.

You know that it's the

biggest moneymaker we got.

You give me tonight and

I will f*cking show you

why you gave me this job

to begin with, John.

[John] You better.

'Cause I ain't f*cking joking.

[Flagg] Here he is!

What'd I f*cking tell you?

What'd I f*cking tell you?

You told me, dawg!

We're doing this sh*t!

f*ck John! He's going to get rid

of me? f*ck him. Look at this

sh*t.

You f*cking did this, B. You.

Did. This. sh*t.

Look at that f*cking club, son!

That sh*t that happened with

Raymond, dawg? That's f*cked up.

It's f*cked up. f*ck that sh*t.

- I want you to get the f*ck out

there right now. - Get this

money!

Let these m*therf*ckers

know who we are.

You understand?

This is our f*cking time.

- I love you too! - Get the f*ck

out there and let them know.

- You already know, bro. - This

is us, baby. - You already know.

Hurry up! Get the

f*ck out the way, son!

Yo, what the f*ck

did you do, son?

Andrew!

How the f*ck could you

do this to me, Andrew?

How the f*ck could

you do this to me?

Nick.

Nick.

Nick.

So that wasn't lying, huh?

What are you doing back

in Rochester, Tara?

What?

This place makes you

feel like you're in danger?

Can we go sit in my car

and talk for a minute?

I tried to find you for a while,

but it was really hard

after everything with Andrew

and the club and,

and I heard you were in jail.

There were so many times I

wanted to call you, but I

remember

I remember what you said.

About staying away.

And I wanted to show you that I

can learn from my mistakes. You

know?

Tara.

You're the only woman

I ever did that to and it's

Nick, just please

shut up. Please.

Honestly, I debated for a year

if I should even

have this conversation.

And I don't know the

right way to say it. So.

I'm engaged.

Really?

That's your f*cking mature

way of handling this?

What, you want to f*cking come

down here and see me like this?

- No, Nick. No. - So tell me how

f*cking happy you are going to

be some jerk

- offs f*cking wife, like you

were gonna be mine? - No. No.

Then what, Tara? Are

you f*cking kidding me?

I just thought that

you should know that

he got a job in North Carolina

and we're moving there.

Okay, I'm starting a

life there with him.

Congratulations, Tara.

I really hope that

you're f*cking happy.

What do you want me to say?

You know what, Nick?

No, it's not about

any of that, okay?

We're going there

to start a life for my son.

Your son.

My son?

What the f*ck do

you mean, my son?

Tara, what are

you talking about?

I realized

after I left you,

that I was pregnant.

How could you not tell me this?

You know what, Nick?

I really don't owe you anything

after what you did to me, okay?

But I realize that

at some point,

he's going to have to know

who his father is.

Can I see him?

- No, I don't think that's...

- Tara, he's my son.

Not in this state, Nick. No.

Tara.

Tara, please, I'm begging you.

Please let me see my son.

[door opening]

The infamous Chris, huh?

Nick.

Good to meet you,

man. How are you?

Take your bag off.

Where's Tara?

She's upstairs with the baby.

We'll head up there in a sec if

that's cool?

Yeah.

Probably had a

hell of a day, huh?

Yeah, man.

I can imagine.

You want a water or something?

No, I'm fine.

You nervous?

No, I'm f*cking fine.

I'm fine.

Yeah.

Good, man.

You want to go, then?

You're okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Hi, you. Hi, you, come here.

Hi, you, come here. You're okay.

Hi, you.

This is your son, Brexton.

Do you want to hold him?

I don't know how.

I'll show you.

[cooing]

[crying]

Hold up, man.

You got one of those for me?

I don't want to talk

right now, okay?

Listen, man, before you go.

I had to sell Tara on something

before you came here today,

and I'm glad I did, but

I really think you need to check

this out.

It's a top care facility

in North Carolina.

Where we're moving.

Listen, man, I'm not

trying to judge you,

but I care for you, son.

And I can tell

that you care, too.

And it's his life is

going to be better

by having his real father in

the picture then I want that.

I think you should do.

You're a good guy, Chris.

So what do you

say? You'll do it?

Are you saying that

you're offering to pay

- for me to go into treatment?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I didn't say we could do that.

But the thing is,

if you want to be in his life,

you're going to need to be clean

and sober.

What if I say no?

Then you're never going

to see your son again.

That's the God's honest truth.

All right?

Sleep on it. It was

great to meet you.

Dad!

I'm gonna be a grandfather.

Wow.

Look, Nicky.

I know I wasn't the

best father to you.

I know that.

But I did the best I knew how.

At least for a little while.

And then it got,

so hard

after your Mom

after she died, you know?

I just hope you can be

the father that I never was

to you, to your son.

Here.

Keys to your mom's car.

I want you to go

to North Carolina.

I wish to go there. And

I want you to be with your boy.

I want to be happy, son.

I love you, Nicky.

I love you so much.

Dad!

Can we talk?

Please?

Stay the f*ck away from me.

I'm still your son,

Dad! I love you!

I don't have a f*cking son.

I need your help. Please.

Why won't you help me?

I need your help. Dad, please.

How am I ever supposed to be a

man, when you're all I've ever

had to learn from?

Huh?

You can do this.

You can put together

a plan to get the money.

f*ck that.

I need it now.

If you do what you're thinking

about doing, you're going to get

caught.

Then you'll really

never see your son again.

Why? So I can confirm what

she already thinks of me?

I'm just a f*cking junkie?

That's not true.

You know it is.

There's no f*cking way I'm gonna

let that d*uche bag, Chris,

raise my f*cking son.

What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

Talk to Tara.

You need help and

she can help you.

Oh, my God, Colichio.

Colichio.

He told me...

He told me he kept

a hidden stash

in the guitar room

in case he ever had

to go on the run.

Oh, my God.

I bet it's still there.

I know it's still there.

I won't even have to break in.

They always leave

the door unlocked.

They always leave

the door unlocked.

What's he gonna do, huh?

What's he gonna f*cking do now?

I f*cking k*lled him.

It's what I have to do.

It's what I have to do.

It's what I have to do.

It's what I'm gonna do.

[mumbling incoherently]

[Nick] Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

[Man] Nick?

[heavy breathing]

[Nick] Brexton!

Mom.

Come on, kid.

I'm giving you a f*cking chance.

Do the right thing.

We're going back, aren't we?

- I have to.

- No.

No.

Nick.

You don't.

Tara, you told me that you

would go anywhere with me.

And I mean it.

But I need to know why.

It's all I know.

Honey, this is who I am.

I love you.

And I love this

place, but, babe,

seriously, how

long can we pretend

that we would f*cking

be happy here?

I wish you could see yourself

the way I see you.

See your full potential.

Raymond, Andrew and I,

we used to have this thing,

this motto, we would say

at the beginning of every night.

It was what we f*ck' lived by.

Drink like a fish.

f*ck like a dog.

Run sh*t like a lion.

But the question is,

do you still want

to be the lion?

f*ck yes, I do.