Morbid Colors

5-910, unit 44.

5-910, unit 44.

5-910, unit 44.

Where are you going?

Did you take it?

Take what?

- The money mother hides up here, what else?

No.

- Well it's not fucking here, Devin.

Goddammit.

Where the fuck did she put it?

Someplace you won't find it.

How are you?

Rehabilitated.

Goodbye.

Four goddamn months.

Four goddamn months you've been gone, girl

and this is the best you can say?

- What would you like me to say, mother?

Well I don't know, Myca.

How 'bout I'm sorry

or I fucked up or I won't do this again?

I mean you know what this does to your sister.

Sure.

Whatever.

Just once, Devi.

Don't follow her.

Mmm.

Goddamn.

- Surprised your sister let you out so soon.

I hear she's been exceptionally fucked up

since you took off.

Devin's fine.

She's at home.

It's 175.

I tried to get more.

The deal was 350.

I know.

I came up short.

I didn't hear that.

Where in the fuck's the rest?

- Hey, this is me you're talking to, Caleb.

Not one of your little punk-ass speed freaks.

I thought I could come to you with this.

You can.

Look, Myca. I can't get busted again.

If I'm gonna do this thing for you, I gotta get what's mine.

Get on your knees.

What the fuck for?

Get

on

your knees.

I need it, Caleb.

Tomorrow night.

Yeah, that's what you said.

No excuses, no bullshit.

Deal?

Yeah.

Deal.

Jesus.

Devin?

Devin.

Devin, come on.

Devin, get up.

Come on, Devin.

Fuck.

C'mon, Devin.

Hey, hey, hey.

Fuck.

I'm sorry, Devin.

I'm so fucking sorry I left.

I'm sorry.

I had to. I had to.

Sorry.

D, we're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be fine.

We're gonna start over tomorrow, okay?

Hey, we're gonna start over tomorrow.

Just you and me, okay?

Just like it used to be.

Just you and me, okay?

Hey, you're gonna be okay.

- Do you think Leni'll be mad about the bathroom?

- She'll be too sloshed to notice.

And even if she does, blame it on me.

She'll believe it.

Thanks.

So when's band practice?

30.

Am I invited?

Sure. Just be cool, Myca.

Pssh, I'm cool.

- So I'm standing there and then this kid runs past me

and knocks me on my ass.

I'm like, "Whoa, yesterday was 4/20.

Today is Record Store Day.

Get outta my way."

Chill, Sheila. Sit down.

Sheila.

What's she doin' here?

I thought we had an agreement.

We said she could come back.

- No, you said she could come back.

We, as in the majority of the band

said she can kick fucking rocks.

She came to say hi.

Hi, there's the door.

Guys, come on.

No, Gwen.

How many times has this chick skipped town

and left us high and dry?

Now I don't know about the rest of you,

but we have a gig at Firebrand tomorrow night.

And Devin, I love you like family.

But I'll be damned if you let her fuck that up for us.

I'm right here, Rachel.

You can talk that shit to my face.

- Rachel, don't- - No, Gwen. Come on.

Let her come.

I don't give a fuck!

My way.

That's how it's gonna be, huh?

Her over us?

She's my sister.

Back

off.

You know what, Rachel?

You can just.

Fuck.

Go on, chase her.

That's what you do.

I'm here.

- Stay away from us, you wretched creature.

Oh, that one hurt.

- Maybe you should see the doctor.

- Yeah, like we have the money for that.

No, I got it.

Yeah.

Do you have it?

I'll call when I'm free.

Be available.

- You're not goin' out tonight, are you?

Definitely not.

- So you're really not gonna tell me

why you need this?

No.

I'm not.

Right.

Just curious.

Stay curious.

Myca, wait.

What?

I brought a few grams.

Okay.

Bye.

Hey.

What?

- You're just gonna vanish again, aren't you?

I mean that's what you do, right?

Dude, fucking spare me.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

You know, this is shit's gettin' old.

Real old.

Do you even want me or am I just a fuck for favors?

Guess.

Goodnight, Caleb.

No, fuck that!

You're just like your drunk slut mother.

I'll make this very simple.

You're weak.

You're a pushover and a piss-poor drug dealer.

You're good for a few grams.

And if I think hard about somebody else, a passable orgasm.

We are not

friends.

I do not want you.

I don't care about you.

You do favors for me because you want to fuck me.

That's what people do, Caleb.

They use each other.

So deal with it.

And if you ever compare me to my bitch mother again,

I swear to fucking God

I will incinerate you.

We're done.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I guess you heard about Sheila.

What about her?

She was popped for coke.

Happened some time this morning.

Landlord found it or something, called the cops.

What?

She hasn't been charged yet,

but they're holding her overnight for sure.

You're sure you didn't know that?

I'm sure, Gwen.

Well.

Look, I talked with Rachel.

We don't like it, but Myca can play the show tonight.

She's our only option.