Wayne

What?

Screw off, you fucking freak.

I said go.

Get the fuck out of here!

teenager: What the fuck!

You asshole!

Hey! Who did that, huh? Who the fuck did that?

You?

Break my window, you bitch?

You break my window? Huh?

Why don't you answer me, you little bitch?

Answer me.

What the fuck?

Yeah!

Now, get the fuck out of here, before I fucking kill ya.

Man! What the fuck?

Hernandez: Hey!

Hey, boy! Come here!

Hey, you hear me, boy? I wanna to talk to you.

I'm eating my lunch.

Your father is not answering the door.

I need my rent and that son of a bitch is ducking me.

Well, he can't answer. He's sick.

I don't give two shits.

Sick or not, he still gotta pay his rent.

[ dog sniffs and whimpers ]

Hey!

I'll get it.

He might not even be your dad, I mean, I don't know.

Lots of guys run in and out of that house.

- -

Ow! Son of a bitch!

You fucker! You did that on purpose, you asshole!

Where the fuck you going, you fucker?

Get back here, you son of a bitch!

-Fuck you! -

[ Hernandez continues shouting ]

[ Wayne Sr. continues coughing ]

-What? -Shit!

What, "What?"

I'm tryin' to sell you some goddamned cookies is what.

I'm sorry. My dad's sleeping.

Well, why the hell didn't you just say that then? Shoot.

Anyway, why's your dad sleepin' in the middle

of the day anyway? He lazy?

Nah. He's got cancer.

Well, can people with cancer still eat cookies or whatever?

He ain't been eatin' much lately.

What about you? You like cookies, or are you as weird as you look?

I like cookies.

Great. We got, uh, this peanut butter kind

coconut kind, which tastes like dog shit, my opinion,

some people like 'em.

And, uh, there's lemon.

So?

Uh, you wanna come in?

You ain't gonna do anything weird, right?

Weird, like what?

Like some guy down on Torrey asked if he could see my feet.

I don't wanna see your feet.

Yeah, whatever. It's fine, I guess.

So, uh, you like music?

Yeah, most. I mean, like rap...

[ punk music playing on stereo ]

So, uh, you got a boyfriend?

Not really.

You want me to be your boyfriend?

I don't know. How tall are you?

Pretty, uh... Pretty tall.

Here.

Put your back up against mine.

My what?

Like this, dummy.

You got brothers or sisters?

Uh, a brother, I think.

What do you mean, "I think"?

He's in the Marines and, uh, he hasn't called in a while, so...

Oh, so he kills people then?

Yeah, that's what they do there, I guess.

Cool.

-You got a brother? -Two.

What do they do?

They're assholes.

Okay.

So, uh, was I tall enough or what?

So you gonna be my girlfriend or whatever?

You gonna buy some cookies or whatever?

I wanna, but I don't got any money.

-So, get some then. -

Then find me.

I'm in the shit-hole on Norton.

Wayne!

Where you been?

I'm like 20 minutes late.

Like 20 minutes and three weeks.

Hey, you still wanna buy my nunchuks?

The real-deal legit ones? From Japan? Hell, yeah.

I just unloaded some rare Pokemon shit,

so I'm flush right now.

All right, come on.

This ain't my lock.

Ooh, hold up, hold up.

Hey, girl.

I got your back with them Starbucks sandwiches.

I'll see you at lunch with 'em?

Um, all right, Orlando.

Um, I'll see you.

What happened to her? With the...

She got something messed up in her spine.

See, I've been puttin' in that work

'cause I heard she's getting it took off in like six months.

Guess what I noticed nobody else did?

She fine as hell under that, man.

Plus, you know, I'm into all that sci-fi comic-book type stuff.

So, she's little like a super-fine cyborg.

Ain't you, girl?

So, you just carry around a hammer, huh?

I have a hammer.

This ain't my stuff.

Obviously. There's actual books in it.

Would you shut the fuck up, please?

Hey, we don't talk like that in here.

I said, "please."

Where's all my stuff?

Jesus, Wayne! You can't just walk in here like that.

-Now, get out of here, I'll talk to you later. -Go wait outside.

Hey, Darren, Scott. Sit down, right now.

No disrespect, but that crazy fool will come to my house.

You won't.

Why do I even bother? Go ahead, get outta here.

Sit... No, sit right down there.

Keep quiet.

Jesus H, Wayne. You can't do that!

All my stuff from my locker's gone.

All right? And somebody took my nunchuks.

You shouldn't have brought your nunchucks into school.

All right? I don't know where they are.

Okay? These kids, they steal everything.

They stole Mrs. Healy's shoes a few weeks ago.

Okay, they're not cool shoes.

They're old lady, teacher shoes.

Wayne, Wayne, sit down, talk to me.

I could have called Truancy, like, five times by now and I haven't.

How's your dad doing?

You know that me and your dad go way back, right?

Yep.

He calls you "Butthole Tommy Cole."

Yes. And thanks to him, that tradition has been passed on

to this generation of students.

He also beat me up.

Beat the shit out of me at my own birthday party.

Knock it off! I swear to God...

Cut that shit out right now!

I know I'm not supposed to, but I hate those kids.

Like, real... Like, adult hate.

It's like...

Where was I?

Talking about my dad beating your ass.

Right.

Thing is, for every time your dad beat my ass,

he beat someone else's for me two-fold.

Now, he was an asshole. No doubt.

But he also couldn't stand for anybody getting away with doing something wrong.

Does that sound like anybody else we know?

Could I offer you a banana?

-Sorry. -Go ahead, have it. I got another one.

It's at home.

Listen, Wayne, there's always gonna be people doing rotten stuff to other people,

but you got to let the proper people handle it the proper way.

People like me and the law...

Well, no one handled it for my dad.

Well, nobody likes the way that that went down, okay?

Everybody knows that work is what made him sick.

And everybody knows that he got screwed in court. It wasn't right.

Listen, you have every reason to be mad.

-Your mom takin' off... -Yeah, I don't care about her, okay?

If you run around righting wrongs all your life,

that'll be your life.

And I know it's easy to follow in family footsteps,

but you don't have to.

What should I be then?

I don't know, man.

Just don't be like those two dickheads.

Orlando: I'm not lying, man. Those Pokemon cards are real. And they change...

girl: Leave him alone!

Orlando: Come on! Stop!

-boy: Chill out, robot girl. -Come on.

-What you want, huh? -Why aren't you trying?