Bad Dose

- Come on, put the hammer away and open up.

It's only me.

Donovan.

Are you sick or something?

No.

What's cooking, farts?

I've got your order.

Sweet, so it's all?

Yes, yes, oh my God, you guys are the bomb, seriously, wow.

I told you.

Never doubted.

You know, if they can score like this all the time, then.

Even the score, this isn't a food bank.

- Uh, look, I know I said it would be good,

but things just got a little tight, you know how it is.

- I don't know how it is, what do you mean, tight?

Do you have my money or not?

- Yeah, yeah, but can you just, like, you know,

work with me here a bit?

- Thing is, it's not just me you're working with.

There's other people who are involved here,

and these people don't fuck around or play games.

I understand, fully, I do, you know,

this ain't my first, I'm all about business, right?

But just so at the moment, okay, it's an in between

kinda situation, right, so there's gotta be some way,

there's no way we can lay it off for a bit

until I can move a little of that something something?

Something of what?

- I've got some genuine anxious customers, man.

I could vend that sweetness right this afternoon

and have the cash in your hand first thing tomorrow,

breakfast like.

Oh, I seem to attract idiots.

- So... - So what?

- So can you hook me up and I can do my thing

and I'll make squares and tada?

I don't do fronts, you know that.

Of course, what the fuck do I look like?

Actually, don't answer that, listen.

This time, first last and only, right?

You hook me up with this connect and I'll owe you.

I'll owe you hard.

Maybe we can work something out.

- Yes, thank you, seriously, thank you, for real.

I'll take 100 of those sick pinks, we've got a lot

of requests for them since last time.

- I have the pinks, but I got something better,

something much, much better.

What are those?

The cost is 10, you sell 'em for 20,

I'll give 'em to you for seven.

Seven, shit, all right, great, man,

that'll cover the cost for the wine and the front or?

- Don't worry about the front, just peddle them.

Damn straight I'm gonna, thanks.

What do you call this shit?

Black candy.

Hey, I know this is a bit much, but

I need a personal top up too.

Shit, Jesus.

Hey, come on, man, it's not much,

just throw it in the mix on the tab, it's just

a couple grams of crystal to see me through.

I got something for you.

Consider this a bonus if you move all the pills.

Don't dose on the black ones.

- Hey, hey, no problem, big rules of retail, right?

Washroom's for paying customers only, don't stroke the boss

and don't do your own inventory.

Can Vic come out to play?

No, mate, let me just check my schedule.

You bastard.

Playtime.

Yeah, as in?

Prepare for liftoff.

What is this craziness?

- Calls itself black candy and it's the atomic deal.

Doesn't look that tough.

- But it is, there's some serious fucked up chemistry

in that little rocket.

Yeah, fucked up is one thing, rocket?

That's another.

- That shit will take you to the other side of everywhere.

- I don't know, man, you got any of those pinks?

That was some heady shit.

- Hahah, man, that shit makes pinks obsolete.

Besides, it's the same lab busting it out as the others,

as in new and improved, like. - Oh, really?

Mmhmm, tell you what.

How 'bout I give you a taste, see if you like it?

- On the house? - On the house.

Aw man.

I'm a generous man.

(laughs) And it's appreciated.

- Hey, mind if I kick it here for a little bit,

get a little hardwired?

- Yeah, man, cool your boots, you want a beer or anything?

Definitely.

- All right, I don't have any fancy wine for you, though.

Oh shit.

Comes on pretty strong.

- Mmhmm, told you, so, you wanna go out tonight or what?

- What? - You said you wanted

to go out tonight.

Fuck.

The fuck is that shit?

Good.

- Dude, what the fuck, what the fuck is this?

Dude, dude, get it off, man, get it off,

what is this shit, man?

Dude, get it off me!

- Dude, there's nothing wrong. - Dude, get it off me, man,

get it off me!

Relax, relax, there's nothing on you,

just breathe, breathe, man, breathe, breathe, it's fine,

there's nothing on you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Yo, what, should I?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit! (screams)

Fuck, shit.

Fuck this!

Hey.

Yo, you talked to Gav?

Shae?

- Yeah, I'm in here. - I see that.

Did you talk to Gavin?

Nope, not yet.

All right, I'll text him.

How long, you think?

Like an hour?

- Hey, this is Vic, I can't answer the phone

'cause I'm probably at a crazy party you weren't invited to

so leave a message or whatever after the beep.

I.

I let 'em know.

How was your meeting?

- Oh, man, you gotta see this first selection.

It's all primo, it's gonna move for sure.

Pick your wine?

Yo?

You pick your wines, or do we have to stop off?

No, they're on the kitchen counter.

- Which ones, there's like six bottles here.

Which one?

- The Chardonnay, the Bordeaux, the red label one

and the one with the tree on it.

- God forbid we bring the wrong wine.

Yeah.

God forbid.

Getting, Gav's waiting.

Damn straight, let's hustle.

This is gonna be fun.

All right, my love, proceed.

- Aloha. - So great to see you.

- I know, I know, oh, how's it going, my bro? (laughs)

Why don't we side slide into my old tiki hut, shall we?

- Mm. - Yeah.

Ah, so.

What's the story, you two, your oh nos been low low

with the D kind?

Why are you talking like that?

- 'Cause that's how everyone talks in Hawaii.

Oh yeah, like hippie surfer MMA dudes?

- Oh yeah, ground 'em and pound 'em, haoli,

hang loose.

- No, no, that's done, as of like right now.

- All right. - Speaking of,

whatever happened with that MMA movie you were on?

Oh yeah, Money Punch Extreme.

I passed, couldn't find an entree into the script, you know?

Entree?

Wasn't homoerotic enough.

- Ah. - Yeah, I missed you guys.

Like really missed you guys. (laughs)

Drinks.

I brought wine.

Surprise, Don brought wine.

- Of course he did, and of course he won't let me open it.

Will he?

- This is a guy who drinks a 2012 La Montrechet Grand Croux

on the rocks in a mason jar.

All right, how was I supposed to know

it was such a big such and such?

'Cause I told you it was.

- Okay, in my defense, it was hot, I was thirsty,

so sue me or worse.