We Are Your Friends

- (MOUSE CLICKING) - (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

- (MUSIC STOPS) - (MOUSE CLICKS)

Well, it's gonna be a big night, right?

I mean, how much are we looking at?

I'll give you five a head.

Five a head? Fuck you.

There's tiki bars in Encino that pay more than that.

We're gonna pull out on you, then.

How about I guarantee you 500 heads.

And you fucking bump us up to seven?

You pull 500 girls in the club,

I'll give you fucking head.

Wait, am I on speaker?

Yeah, my phone's broke.

What time is Cole's set?

Oh, yeah, Cole. I got him down at 9:00 p.m.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who's going on at 11:00?

Uh, DJ Gavin playing at 11:00.

Does DJ Gavin have 25 Kappa Alpha Alpha mega-sluts

coming in a fucking party bus?

'Cause they ain't gonna be there until 11:00.

You know, be a fucking gentleman, Nicky.

Be a gentleman? Fuck you, kid.

11:00. And fix your goddamn phone.

All right, bitch.

I got you, boo!

Primetime!

You know, it's a major night for my boy, all right?

Just, you know, cut loose.

Bring whoever. Bring them all.

Bring them all. The girl with the dimples.

See you then.

- 150 heads. - Nice, man.

Ooh! No, thanks.

And the squirrel came scurrying up the tree.

Yo, yo.

Get out. I'm driving.

- What? - Get out. I'm driving.

Get in. Get in. Come on.

There he is.

Wearing a leather jacket in the summertime.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen. Good God.

Five, four, three,

two, one.

James Reed. Thursday. Social.

You should come out to Social. James Reed is headlining.

How are you doing? Do you like, uh...

Do you like electronic music?

Your nose job looks great.

Do you promise?

James Reed. Social. Thursdays. Bring a friend.

Bring all your friends. If they look like you, bring 'em all.

Here, here, all of you guys.

Girl, you want to come out on Thursday?

James Reed is DJing.

Social. Thursdays. I'll take care of you.

Okay.

Here, put your number in my phone.

If you guys bring, like, a couple of friends,

I can get you a free bottle. It's Cole, by the way.

See you Thursday.

I should have gone to college.

This is the San Fernando Valley, that flat stretch of land

on the other side of the Hollywood Hills.

Our greatest contributions to American culture

remain the porn industry and ditsy girls.

But we've also got the best sushi in the western hemisphere.

And it's always in a strip mall. Always.

That's my friend Mason's house.

And that's the pool house in the back

where I've been living since I was 15.

That's where we threw down with some punks

from Canoga Park

and I got this awesome scar.

And these are my friends.

Shh.

Yo, yo. The fact is that 99% of all people in this world,

they're looking for a party. Okay?

And 1% of people, they are the party.

You gotta fucking be that.

You know, your body is 85% water and I'm thirsty. I'm thirsty.

This isn't some unce unce bridge-and-tunnel bullshit.

This is the best dance party in L.A.

And that guy right there...

- He's DJing. - I'm DJing.

Just the side room, though.

Just the side room.

These days you can invent an app,

start a blog, sell shit online.

But if you're a DJ,

all you need is a laptop, some talent and one track.

That track is your ticket to everything.

Man, DJing, producing, look, it's hard.

It's a saturated market.

Yeah. 'Cause there's not enough actors in L.A.

I'm not an actor.

I'm a movie star.

This is gonna be the best...

- The best... - The best...

- The best night... - The best night...

The best night of your life.

You're so fucking pretty, Ollie. Like an angel.

Get off me. You smell like shit.

This one's off Beachwood.

Four bedrooms, a party deck.

Two hundred square-foot dining room.

Perfect for entertaining.

You know, we could turn the dining room into our office.

Mase, uh, dude, the cheapest place here is six grand.

I mean, you don't have enough money to fix your car.

Hey!

- With Ollie's drug money... - Shut up.

And our nights at Social blowing up, okay,

we're gonna be out of the Valley

by the end of this summer.

Okay? And I feel...

Look, I feel really fucking good about Thursday.

I mean, like, like so good, like when Jenny Haze

put her finger up my asshole good, dude.

Like that kind of good.

Dude, that was your finger.

That was your finger.

I'm pretty sure she wasn't even there.

Jenna Haze's fingers.

Listen, believe in me?

'Cause I believe in you.

What's up, kids? Good to see you, bro.

You're looking sharp as ever, Paige.

Yeah, you, too, man.

Hey, you know my boys. Squirrel, Cole and Mason.

What's up?

Young hustlers' club. I like it, I like it.

We prefer to be called entrepreneurs but, uh...

You're an entrepreneur! My kind of guy.

Yo, Paige, man, you should come to the new spot, Social, on Thursday.

- Social? - I'll take care of you.

You're gonna take care of me, huh?

That's right. - Tell you what,

whenever you guys are ready to start making some real loot,

you need to holler at me, you know, bring the boys.

You do that. Think about it, huh?

I'll tell you what, brunch is on me, all right, fellas?

Bye-bye. (SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Why is he talking about money? What money?

Man, Paige is always recruiting.

For what? Doesn't he, like, produce porn?

No, he's in real estate, assface.

Can he just, what, get us a house, then?

We're sitting here talking about houses...

No, no, no. He's like a real estate businessman.

What does that mean?

I don't know what that is.

Okay, I'm not exactly sure what he does.

But... (WHISTLES)

He's making a lot of money doing it.

Mason.

Mason.

I asked you three times to work on that roof yesterday.

The toilet's still broken.

Okay. I'll fucking do it later.

Now.

- Okay. - You, too, Cole.

Sorry, my dad's such a dick.

Later, Pop.

Cheers. Cheers.

All right, this is for you, Squirrel.

Yo, I got one. I got one. I got one.

This moment right here, with all of you guys,

this is honestly my favorite part of the night.

It's the moment before it starts.

Mason. Mason, where's my 500, bro?

You see the fucking line outside?

You can wait to thank me till the end of the night, 'kay?

Hey, you. Do not play any of the songs on that list.

Do you understand me?

Save Firepower for Mr. Reed.

Ooh! Hello, beautiful.

You look so fucking important with that list in your hand.

Here you go.

- What's up, Devin? - What's up, Cole?

- How are you doing? - I'm good, man.

- Good. - Yeah.

Warming the room up for you. It's all good.

- Thanks, bro. - Hey, buddy.

All right, have fun, man.

What a dick.

Yo, Ollie, my main man. How you doing?

Good, good, good. Look, hook me up with another round.

I'll throw you a Vine, I'll make you famous and shit.

All right, I got you.

You guys let me know if you need anything, all right?

Off the menu.

Hey, hey, bro, bro. I'm boys with your friend.

You know, Ollie, the pretty boy.

Uh, sorry, kid. I'm fucking sorry.

Wait, wait. What about this guy?

You know him?