American Dreamer

Uh, are you Chloe?

- Where are you heading? - I put it in the thing.

Oh, right.

Doing anything fun?

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have reached our final destination.

- Thank you for choosing HAIL. - Guys, hey!

- How's it going? - What the fuck took you so long?

Uh, sorry. There was a lot of traffic on the interstate.

Do you know where we going?

Uh, no.

Then why the fuck are you driving?

I figured it wouldn't hurt to get moving.

You don't know what the fuck going on, bruh.

How you know it ain't gonna hurt you?

Hmm?

- Park Place, bruh. - Okay.

I mean, there's guns out here, we know that.

Hey, nigga, don't burn that shit.

Hey, nigga.

Yo, Mazz.

Don't y'all "Mazz" me, nigga. How the shit?

It's been moving, but it's slow.

- Slow but moving, huh? - Yo.

Check it.

What the fuck is that?

That's the new whip, bro.

Y'all about some stupid mother fuckers, isn't it?

- Oh, you jealous? - Oh, I'm jealous.

Jealous? You don't think they gonna make

- two young niggas in a Benz? - Look, it's an '08, bro,

and it's dope. What you talkin' about?

Get rid of that shit, nigga.

- What do you mean get rid of it? - Get rid of that shit, nigga.

You see that shit? Hmm?

Ain't nobody gonna think that shit carrying weight, bruh.

That's 'cause you got To Catch a Predator in there, bro.

5-0 still gonna pull over a fucking pedophile-looking

- weirdos in that, bro. - If they do,

I'm just a regular-ass motherfucker

catching a ride from another regular-ass motherfucker.

We invisible in this bitch, bruh.

Let me peek the take.

Ah, shit.

What, this today?

This week, so far.

This week?

- A whole week? - I told you shit's slow, man.

Y'all fuckin' with me, ain't ya?

You fuckin' with me?

You think I don't know what the fuck this is, bruh?

Hmm? I know y'all little niggas be skimmin'.

You got something to say?

- Yo. - This nigga think

- I'm stupid, don't ya? - Chill! Chill.

You think I'm... You think I'm stupid? Hmm?

Oh. Open your shit, nigga. Open your shit.

God damn, nigga.

Your technique is fucked up, bruh.

I figured you'd be all right sucking this nigga dick

all day long with stacks that low in it.

You in public, bro. Chill.

- Where my money at, bruh? - Oh, it's all there. I swear it.

Look, Gumby even knows, bro.

You think I give a fuck what Gumby say, bruh?

- I'm just... - Tell the truth.

Tell the truth right now, nigga. Is he robbin' me, bruh?

I know you ain't as stupid as the rest

of these motherfuckers, boy.

Bitch ass nigga.

Take not up next time I come around here, boy,

y'all boys gonna be suckin' dick for real.

Believe that.

The fuck you making that face for?

It's just how I look.

Just drive the car, nigga.

- Drive the fuckin' car, bruh. - All right. All right.

I'm just...

Yo.

So where do you...

Yeah, hold on.

Hey, take me to the crib. Yeah. No.

Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck... Bruh, you know how stupid

your ass sound now?

You think I do shit without knowing

the fuckin' consequences, bruh?

Yeah, okay.

So what's the solution?

Yeah.

Is you ready to die?

Okay, well, then pay that man then, nigga.

Consider it the cost of doing business.

You could strap up.

No, strap the fuck up, bruh.

What's it worth to you? Huh?

Cash or blood?

Yeah, okay, then.

Yeah. All right.

Shit, shit, shit.

Is this gonna be it for the day?

I say that?

I just...

The day's just startin', bruh.

Okay.

It's just I have to make a stop later.

I could use some cash, if that's all right.

I ain't gonna pay you now. That ain't the deal.

Well...

I don't think I'm being unfair.

Ain't no such thing as fair.

Shit just is what it is.

We got an agreement. You drive for me

when I need you. End of the day, you will get your two bills.

You don't like that shit, I'll find somebody else who do.

- No, no. - This ain't no 9 to 5.

- That's not what I... - Feel me?

We have an agreement.

You don't need to find anyone else.

Yeah.

All right. Later tonight, nigga.

Okay. Text me.

Man, shit go good, might get your ass a bonus.

More than you make on this dumb-ass app.

Keep your shit close, though.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - We're gonna look at Dada.

Look at Daddy. He's right here.

- He's right here, baby. - Look at my Prince.

Look at my Prince. Hey!

Come give Daddy a hug.

Come give me a hug, boy.

- Come here. Hey. - Look at Daddy.

Look at him. Look at my Prince.

Look at my Prince. Look, I got something for you.

Daddy got something for you. Look at this. Look, look, look.

- Look, Prince. Look what... - See that? Look at all that.

- Oh, look, baby. - I got it for you, son.

- That's for you. - That's for you. Mm-hmm.

You gonna rule the world one day, son.

You hear me?

Mm-hmm.

All that. Look at that.

Come on, man. Get the fuck on, bruh.

Uh, tell him.

I already went in. I gave you money for pump 11.

- Are you at pump 10? - No, not pump 10.

I'm at pump 11. Can you just switch it to pump 11?

I need you to come inside.

- Oh... - Cam?

Hey, man. I thought that was you. How's it goin?

Oh, Greg. Hey, hey. What's goin' on?

- What have you been up to? - Oh, I'm hanging out.

I'm doing well. Thanks. How are you doing?

Good. Kids and I just hit up the trampoline park.

Hey, kids. Say hi to Cam.

Hi.

You should take your...

- son... - Adam.

Yeah. You got to take Adam there.

Yeah.

Miss seeing you around work.

That whole thing that happened.

You know, they really screwed you.

You didn't deserve that.

You know, it ended up being all right, you know?

- I'm doing good, and... - It's a coffee shop.

- What? - Ground floor at work.

You called it. It's a coffee shop now.

The coffee sucks, but the baristas...

Well, look, man.

We should catch up sometime. Maybe get in 18 over at Liberty.

Yeah. Yeah, that... We definitely got to do that.

Cool. Take care of yourself, all right, Cam?

I thought it was, like, multiples of four or...

Okay. Whatever you say.

What, are you just here for, like, motivation?

Yeah, I'm here for support.

Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?

Hi, can you please send a police officer

to nine-three-three Willow Street?

My husband just pulled up in my driveway.

He's not supposed to be here.

Hey.

- What are you doing? - Oh, I...

I was in between fares, so I thought

I'd swing by, see Adam.

The police are on their way.

- Wh... What? - I have to protect my son.

I don't know if you remember, but he's my son, too.

You look like shit.

- No, I don't. - I'm serious.

Are you taking your medication?

- Where's Adam? - You know...

you're not allowed to see him without supervision,

not to mention you're late on your payment again.

Why is it always about money with you?

You need help.

No. No, no, no, Becca.

What I need is for you and everyone else

on this fucking planet to stop sabotaging me.