Synchronic

- 1107 right? - Yeah.

Fuck, shit.

Torn!

I swear to God, Tom's the worst driver we've ever had.

You usually hide your hangovers better.

My mouth tastes like nasty cinnamon whiskey.

The glitter won't come off.

Yeah, uniform got glitter on it?

Oh, no, the room was dark.

I couldn't tell which one was mine, so pretty sure

this is her uniform from the athletic store.

Fine, all right, I get it

It's unprofessional.

It's cold as fuck out here, man, thank you

- Here we go. - Here we go.

I think they need help.

I hope she wakes up.

I think she's got school in the morning.

I'll take the kid.

What happened?

I was sleeping in the bedroom,

and I heard French and, and the wind.

Sir, can you hear me?

Okay, I've got a chest wound.

What'd you take, kid?

How's it going in there, Steve?

OD, figurin' it out

Miss, what'd the kid take?

What you got in your pockets?

Miss“. fuck!

Heroin.

Shit!

That Narcan? Can I have some?

Hands, where I can see them

Keep 'em UP-

Drop your weapon.

He don't look good, do he?

How's it goin' in there, man?

Dispatch fucked up, said assault.

You show up to work dressed like Tupac, the fuck you expect?

Victim is good.

How 'bout in there?

We've got a penetrating trauma in the torso,

applying occlusive dressing

to a sucking chest wound.

And, hold on... what's that sound?

Knife wound in his front.

Exit out his back.

A what?

We'll make an airway en route.

The fuck you lovebirds do to these nice people?

Heroin overdose in the back. Knife wound.

He shoot H, too?

You do this?

Probably did it to himself.

Designer drug been makin' junkie monkeys go nuts.

Ain't illegal though, so the fuck you gonna do, son?

Back me up.

Yeah, heroin possession is though.

You want to tell us where you hid the weapon,

the, urn, the what, the uh?

Three foot long knife.

But isn't that a...

Wanna save yourself some trouble and tell us where the sword is?

Still waters run deep.

Habla lnglés, por favor?

- -Let's get him outta here.

Yeah.

Don't have kids 18 years apart, dude.

Well, you can't, 'cause we're old as fuck,

but gotta keep that window slim.

At least you can get a free babysitter.

And even though Brianna's 18, and I love my daughter to death,

she's a fuckin' awful babysitter.

The pills will help against HIV.

It'll take about six weeks to know for sure,

but I've never had a positive from a needle stick.

I sent it to the fast lab, so give you a call tomorrow

about everything else.

Is there any reason we shouldn't do a full workup?

Ignorance is bliss, that's about it.

Hangovers worse than usual, but that's probably from the drinkin

and recreational drug use.

We'll ignore the ganja and booger sugar markers

Thank you.

Hey, what'd you get my baby daughter?

Uh, some condoms, magnums.

Ah, Christ.

Nah, they're earrings, man.

She's one, man, nothing's pierced.

It's strategy. So when you give her the earrings,

she'll be old enough to know that I got 'em for her.

Okay.

A tiny dress would be a waste of money.

Look, babe, Uncle Steve's sittin' all the way over here,

because he went and slept with all mommy's friends

before they married all those men over there.

- That's not true. - Yes...

- Oh, it's kinda true. - Yes, it is.

Let me hold the baby, come on, let the girls see

-what they're missin'. -Oh, that's a terrible idea.

Come on, I'd be a great dad, come on.

-Oh boy, okay. - No, no.

- look at that. - Oh no, oh God.

- Hey, ladies. Oh no. - Oh, the baby.

- Bad idea, bad idea. -

Oh, wait, why's your baby...

And there we go! What did you do?

- No, no, no. -Hey, hey, give her back.

I think you busted her. Give her back, give her back.

-Racist baby. -

- - No.

She seems happy.

Yeah, no.

Give her a break, man.

She work during the day with lawyers,

stay up all night with the kids,

then have to deal with your ugly mug.

I'm gonna go say what's up to Brianna

She's bein' a little emo,

incorrectly thinks you're cooler than me, 'cause I'm her dad

and you're just some asshole who pops up from time to time.

Yo, B.

Hey, what up?

-I got somethin' for you. -Yeah.

You poured me a cheap one.

You're not old enough to know what cheap beer is yet.

I'm 18, and I know this is some cheap-ass lager.

Fuck, stop sayin' your age. I don't want to think

about 18 years gem' by that flask.

Why you sittin' over here by yourself on this shitty rock?

There's cake and barbecue and old, fat people over there.

There's something wrong with me.

Uh, no, no one died or anything, I just, uh, I, uh--

Oh, excuse me for one second.

Hello?

Yeah, I'll be there on Tuesday, Doctor, thank you.

" {Phone rings]

Fuck, firemen have to get up early.

Yeah.

What time you go to work?

I'm between jobs,

so I thought it'd be a good time to visit with friends,

but I'm thinkin' about makin' an app for power crystals,

or astrology, or both, I don't know.

That sounds like a really bad idea.

Look, I have to run to work, so, urn.

Uh, oh, it was nice to meet you.

It was nice to meet you, too.

Be sure to lock the door on your way out, okay?

Brianna wants to move onto campus, a room opened up.

That's what she wants?

Yeah.

I'll, uh, I'll miss her.

Gonna go with seven milligrams of morphine, in case the burn's

second degree. You think of anything else?

Uh, dry wraps.

Hey, can you reach me a codeine, please?

- -

Shit, fuckin' Torn!

Well, at least it's not you driving.

What the fuck are you talking about?

- I'm a great driver. -No, you're not.

I'm the best driver you know.