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Why?
Why?
Tell me why!
Because she should go!
I did it for her!
Go ahead, go. So fucked.
- I'm sorry. Don't! - Fuck! Go away!
I... I'm sorry. You... you're right.
I don't give a fuck.
Bella.
Bella!
Bells!
Bells!
Gotta clean. Clean everything.
Gotta clean.
Gotta clean everything. Gotta clean, gotta clean.
Gotta...
Give me the house keys.
Keep your truck keys, take your drug shit,
and never come back.
Is this about school? I told you...
Oh, fuckin' shit!
What the fuck are you...
I got big things going on right now. What are you doing?
Keys.
Come on, Bells.
My pills?
No more.
I promise.
All this time...
I thought they didn't like my work.
That's not possible.
I still have the first thing you ever made me.
-The snake ashtray? -Mm-hmm.
-You don't even smoke. -Hmm.
We'll fix this.
I can't leave you.
You must.
Rosewater saffron ice cream?
I'll give you a minute.
It's okay, it's okay.
Oh, I'm not mad. It's just grazed.
I love her like she's my own.
She is mine. All right?
Enjoy, fuckhead.
So that's the basement I was talking about.
No one ever comes here.
Yeah, no shit. Why would they?
Relax. I'm just fucking with you, man.
Come on.
Your dad isn't mad.
Gordy.
Gordy isn't mad.
Promise.
Come.
Bells. Bella!
Bella!
I wanna find something first.
Me and Papa made that.
Oh! Sorry.
That's why I hid the letter!
Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry.
All right? Please.
She'll come back.
She always does.
Hmm?
-Hey, take it in! -Get 'em.
Get 'em!
Hey! Yo, yo, yo, yo. Come over here.
These ain't done yet, but we got these right here.
If you want in, you gotta put in.
Oh, shit! Okay, okay! Let's party, then.
Who the fuck is "Not my dad"?
I don't know.
Fuck family, fuck you!
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh, shit.
-Yo! -Fuck you.
Oh, whatever.
Yo, thanks for the BJ, slut.
Hey.
-Oh! -What the fuck?
Fuck you!
Your attention, please.
All luggage and parcels...
Any items left unattended...
Thank you for your cooperation.
Hurry the fuck up!
Fuck.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Here. All right, thank you. Come back.
Uh, just call it three bucks. All right, thank you.
Change. Coming right up.
- Tell me you want a plain coffee. - I want a job.
You got experience?
You sure? You got a rรฉsumรฉ?
You're not instilling me with a lot of confidence.
Look, if you speak, you're hired.
- I speak. -Great. Hop on.
Now?
Be right with you.
- I'm so sorry. - No, no, no.
Now I know why you don't have a resume.
I got to think on this. Leave your cell number.
I don't have one.
Leave your landline, then.
Tomorrow you only make coffee.
Training starts at 5:00 a.m.
Got a place to stay?
I'm going to a restaurant up a block.
Decompress, if you wanna join.
It's called Mother Duck.
It's the one next to the women's shelter.
- Thanks. - Bella.
Maybe tomorrow you can
wear something a little less like something I would wear.
Twenty-three.
I ain't counting all that.
Too much math.
Twenty-three?
Wait.
Anything else?
Hey, hey!
That's enough. Tuta loco.
Oh, oh!
What is that?
This is Bandit.
Looks like we got a mascot!
Do I owe you anything?
You can pay?
This bar is cash only.
Uh, no, pero, this, I like it. It's cute. I take it.
Marta.
Bella.
What time do you guys close?
4:00, pero...
if they wanna party, I take their money.
You live close by?
Mm-hmm.
Just up there.
Wait a minute.
It might rain again.
Bella, you're welcome here anytime.
Just make sure you bring Bandito with you.
Ow.
Hey!
Hey, hey!
You're sure you want her back?
Oh, just figure out this location shit, okay?
What? What? Hey, hey.
No, no, no, no, no. Stop! Goddamn it, Donnie, stop.
Get back. Just get back.
It's okay. It's okay, little buddy.
Ugh!
You're okay. It's okay.
It's okay, boss. Don't worry.
You're all good. Come on.
There you go. Come on. Out you go.
There you go.
Yeah, yeah.
See that?
Get in the goddamn truck. Come on.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
You know, you should smile a little more.
-Come on, that's not a smile. -Hey.
You wanna leave with all your teeth?
Excuse me? I just told her that
-she has a really nice smile... -We heard. We heard him, too.
I'll take a coffee, no cream, no sugar, blacker than me,
and you can give that to me frowning,
smoking a cigar, with a goddamn cucumber sticking out your ear.
On me.
Anything else?
Yes, please.
Switch. -Can't take little harassment?
-Listen, remember, everything gets... -Rung.
I'll take a tall coffee. Like hers.
- Black? - A little cream, one sugar.
But like hers.
- Tall, light cream, a little sweet. - Mm-hmm.
Uh, we need more stirring sticks.
See you tomorrow.
Well, what do you think, huh? She's a fucking mess.
Yo, when was the last time you two fucked?
-That long? -She's fucking sick.
You should get a side chick.
You dog.
Ooh-hoo!
-You deserve it. -Shut up!
You take care of her. She don't take care of you.
We all deserve a side chick.
Or a side dick, if you're a girl.
Gordy.
Thanks again for today.
Allah would not be too proud.
All good though, right?
I'm taking you to the Duck.
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