Free Ride

GIRL, NARRATING: Gas, grass or ass.

Nobody rides for free.

At least that's what my mom says.

Please go away!

Don't you fucking touch her!

Don't you fucking touch her! Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Sandy? It's Chris.

I got to get the girls out of here.

He almost killed me tonight.

SANDY, OVER PHONE: Calm down.

Go pack yourself up.

Come over here.

Really?

Really.

Yeah, for sure. You got to get out of there.

Going to the ring tonight?

Yeah.

Cool.

Everyone's going.

Meet me outside. I want to show you something.

Okay.

Class, your homework assignment for tomorrow

is chapter 5, questions 1, 2, 3.

And then after you're done with that

you can start on your next assignment,

which will be chapter 10, one through seven...

Is there something funny that you'd like to share

with the class?

Hurry up.

You got me in trouble,

you dodo bird.

You're the dodo bird.

Come on.

Hey!

What's going on?

We're going to Florida.

Here.

So that your eyes don't burn out from all the sunshine.

Come on, get in, get in.

Cool!

Come on, get in.

I'm going to need a co-pilot.

I'll be damned if I'm going to take

any lame asses across state line.

We either do this together or not at all.

I'm not a lame ass.

Why are we going to Florida?

I called Sandy.

She said she could get me a job.

It's as simple as that.

Does Grandma know?

I'll tell her when we get there.

I need to get down there and make some money first.

I'm not going to sit here and listen to her

tell me what a fucking loser I am

for having to move us back into her house.

Is that okay with you?

You're either in or you're out.

Travelin' 77 south.

Lock your doors.

We wouldn't want some trucker crawling in here

looking for a warm bed full of ladies.

Yeah, sure you wouldn't.

Good night, John-Boy.

It's not going to be forever.

What if it sucks?

Then we'll go back to Grandma's.

Is it just going to be the three of us?

Just the three of us.

You promise?

Yeah, I promise.

Good night, John-Boy.

Good night, Elizabeth.

Good night, Mary Ellen.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait. Let me park the car first.

Sandy!

Hey, girls.

Whoa, Nellie, don't spill my beer.

Come on. Welcome to Florida, baby.

Sandy!

Aah!

But the cleaning part is just for now.

The boss man has other stuff coming up,

but you're going to have to meet him before that happens.

Do you think he's going to like me?

He's going to love you.

Why?

Well, you're good-looking, for one.

What does that have to do with cleaning houses?

It doesn't.

But it matters.

What's wrong with you?!

Come back here, Shauna!

I don't know why you didn't

just ask her if you could have it.

I don't want her to think I'm so charity case, that's why.

Where did you get that?

What?

The gum in your mouth.

Um...

back there.

Back where?

In the store.

We didn't buy any gum, Shell.

Well, I couldn't hold it,

so I put it in my pocket

and I forgot it was there.

Spit it out.

Spit it out.

Okay, we're going to go back,

and you're going to tell the store lady you stole it.

She'll probably make you give something back.

Why?! Because we're not trash, Shell.

We don't steal.

I didn't mean to.

Okay, but you did. Come on.

This sucks.

Sorry, bud.

Let's all eat.

Let's make some pasta.

All right, wish me luck.

For what? Cleaning?

Good luck! Thank you, Shell.

She'll like living here.

I'm going to get the food.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER CAR STEREO)

Is that a fucking orange tree?

Uh-huh.

They call it the Venice of America.

Can I get one of those?

Are you afraid of birds?

No.

Good. They're good security.

What?

Wow.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Hello.

Hello. Hello.

All right, nobody's here.

All you got to do is dust the place.

You'll find everything you need in the kitchen.

All right. Pick you up at noon.

Cool? All right. Sure.

Hey, guys.

Hello.

Hello.

Hi.

Sign here.

Oh, I'm just the cleaning lady. Yeah, yeah.

Sign it anyway.

Hello.

Later.

Later.

Hey. What's up, mi amiga? Hmm?

What are you doing down here, Sandy?

Working.

Yeah, but doing what?

You know, same shit I was doing in Ohio,

just bigger.

Jeez, Chris, it's just pot.

How much bigger?

Can't say.

Sorry, chica.

Mum's the word.

Says who?

The boss man.