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- _ Watch your back in there, baby.
Manny's crew have always been a bunch of real scumbags.
My beer.
Uh, signed KTM hat.
Your brother said that his fell apart, so...
- You wanna get drunk with me? - Yeah.
I dust a little H onto a joint to calm down.
I had sex with someone last night.
Hey.
Hey.
How long have you been awake?
Um, I don't know. A while.
Can we talk, please?
I messed up.
I'm sorry.
I know it's been hard for you ever since
Smurf's been in jail.
And, you know, you've had to keep things going,
and I know I haven't been helping much.
But, uh...
it's been ha...
It's been hard for me, too.
You know, I, uh...
I, uh, called my dad
and said I wanted to come to Guam.
You know what he said?
He said I could come back for Christmas
for a week.
Maybe.
Your dad's an asshole.
Look, I-I do want you here.
Go back to sleep.
I'm gonna go for a run.
Hey.
Hey.
Um...
is it... is it okay if we sleep inside?
It's just... It's really cold out at night,
and there's lots of empty rooms.
We could pay you.
I'll have to ask Smurf.
Wait! Wait.
I can get you more.
I'll let you know.
You're just moving it around.
I'm not hungry.
You said you'd eat it if I cooked it.
It's okay. It's okay.
I'll heat it up for you later.
What are we gonna do today?
Your teacher sent homework packets. Do those.
It's math.
Okay.
It's fractions.
Hmm.
Fractions.
Do you know how to do fractions?
Nope.
Hmm.
What are you gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
I have to find you a doctor.
Why? I'm not sick.
Not that kind of doctor.
It's the kind of doctor that you talk to.
There are some doctors you go to
when you're feeling mad or sad.
They talk to you.
Why?
Because it's supposed to help you
not feel mad or sad anymore.
Have you ever been to that kind of doctor before?
Yeah. I have.
Did it help?
Um...
No. Not really.
But your school is not gonna let you go back there
unless you... You talk to a doctor.
So... that's what you're gonna do.
That kid looks like she ate another kid.
We playing cards or talking shit?
Got somewhere to be?
You got any pictures of your boys, Smurf?
Heard they're fine.
No.
Oh, come on.
Not even hanging over your bed?
Not even over my bed.
Oh, yeah? Why's that?
'Cause I wouldn't want this shithole
to start feeling like home.
You just broke 60 days. No bail.
That usually ain't good.
I prefer to think on the positive side.
You're looking tired.
You staying up all night thinking positive?
Might want to get comfortable.
Garcia...
...you talk too much.
Mornin'.
Hey.
Sorry. I was just cleaning the pool.
Yeah.
Getting a little funky.
Yeah.
Why do you use a cotton ball?
Filters it.
So you don't shoot any rocks.
I've seen people use cigarette butts, tampons.
Nasty shit.
Isn't it easier to just smoke it?
Mm.
Kid...
anything that feels this good...
you gotta earn.
Like the world just got a fresh coat of paint.
Don't get any ideas, okay?
Last thing I need is little J coming after me
'cause you decided to run off and join the circus.
I don't like needles.
Nobody does.
Ooh.
What are you doing here?
Enjoying the morning.
You got home late last night.
Yeah, I had an errand to run.
Right.
Errand boy.
Smurf whistles, and you got to come running.
You know, I don't think we should hook up anymore.
"Hook up"?
Is that what you call it?
How's Nicky?
She was pretty messed up yesterday.
She's fine.
Leave Nicky out of this, all right?
Saw her doing smack with that burnout at your house.
That shit creeps up on you, you know?
Think it's cool to keep her around all that?
If you got something to say, you should just say it.
She doesn't belong there.
The only reason she's here is you.
So, you want her around, and that's cool.
So whatever happens to her is on you.
Seriously with the hat, man?
I texted him and said, "We're surfing."
He said he was down.
There are rules to this shit, man.
You don't just bring a three-pack. It's two guys max.
We used to flip on people
for that "bring your own crowd" bullshit.
It's Clark Lincoln, man.
He said he was meeting us there, so it doesn't count.
I don't care. Of course it counts.
You know, there are also rules
about being a whiny little bitch, too, you know.
It's just the hat.
What are you talking about? It looks good.
Sick hat, buddy.
See? "Sick hat."
What's up, dude?
How's it lookin'?
Super consistent.
Tide's going low for a couple more hours.
Sweet. Mm-hmm.
Thought you were just a motocross guy.
How long you been surfing?
Five, six years now, maybe.
Plus, you know, I needed a hobby
that didn't put me in the hospital
every time I ate shit.
True.
Plus, you know, it keeps me healthy.
Yeah.
I'm gonna go change.
You gotta be kidding me.
What, they couldn't get the other five in the van?
Jesus.
Now you're worried about the rules?
What the hell, man? Is that the only way you kooks can catch waves?
You bring five guys with you?
You got a problem, friend?
I'm not your friend. Get the hell outta here.
Or what?
This isn't gonna end up the way you think it is, bro,
all right?
You sure?
So?
Good news first...
The evidentiary hearing has been set
for Friday at 8:00 A.M.,
and based on everything they turned over to us
in discovery, we're in good shape.
The only physical evidence linking you to Mr. Cano
is the ballistics report,
and the coroner's report confirms
that the bullet fired from your weapon
was postmortem.
Grisly, yes, but not murder.
What's the bad news?
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