Adverse

So, how's your temper lately?

- You have any recent outbursts? - No.

What about stress?

Only when I come in here.

Look, I'm trying to make this as painless as possible.

And may I also remind you that these evaluations

are part of your parole requirements.

Now, are you going to answer the questions,

or do I have to write down that you are being uncooperative in my report?

Right. Ahem.

Now, let's get back to your personal life. What's going on there?

Nothing.

- And Mia, how's she doing? - She's fine, I guess.

What's she up to?

Just usual stuff, you know?

No, I don't know.

Hey, you mind not leaving your ashes in front of my door?

Fucking unbelievable.

Hey!

- Ethan, 'sup? - Oh, hey, man.

What the hell is going on?

Uh, this is my boyfriend Lars. Lars, my brother Ethan.

How's it going, man?

Get your drugs and get the fuck out of here!

What, are you serious, bro?

- Ethan, don't be a dick. - Now!

What the fuck's your problem, man?

You're my fuckin' problem, man.

Okay, let's just calm down.

- Whoa. - What the fuck?!

- Easy, man! - What the fuck, bro?

Get your shit and get the fuck outta here!

Stop.

The same goes for you, ladies. Get the fuck outta here!

- Okay. - Jeez!

You don't have to be an asshole about it.

Bye, guys. Sorry.

Bye, Mia.

I don't want them here. I don't want them doing their drugs here!

Fucking relax, it's not a big deal.

Mia, you don't need to be hanging around with trash like that.

You're not even 18. I mean, how old are they?

- You're not my fucking father. - Yeah, thank God for that.

Fuck it.

...your responsibility to make sure the hotel reservations were set.

Don't blame this on me!

All you do is text God only knows on that cell phone all day long!

Go! Go! Go!

I think I'm going to be sick.

Don't throw up in my car.

She's not going to throw up in your stupid car.

Ew.

- You Ethan? - Yeah.

Kaden?

Ethan, I need to get to 37 Mission, downtown. How long will it take you?

This time of night, about 30 minutes.

Where you going?

This is a shortcut to the 110.

Well, you keep pretty late hours.

Yeah, I got insomnia.

Yeah, I know all about that.

What do you do?

Need some water?

I lend people money.

Well, now I know where to for a loan, huh?

You seem like a nice guy.

If I was you, I would... I'd-I'd go to somebody else.

You're not much of a salesman.

Just looking after your health.

How we doing on time?

Maybe another ten, maybe less.

You looking for any full-time work?

This is it.

I work when I want.

My mom gave me this car, so, easy money.

Hey, whatever rocks your boat.

All right, we're here.

All right, let's do it.

Ah, here, take this.

Thanks, man. Well, you have my number.

Hey, Frankie.

Ethan, sit, please. I've been meaning to talk to you.

What's going on?

What do you mean?

Well, got some negative reviews about you tonight.

One girl says, uh...

she some wrote comments

that you intentionally took an extra-long route

so to screw her outta some money. Hm.

No, I took a shortcut to get her there faster.

Besides, you know the fee is destination-based,

so what does that matter?

So you didn't maybe drive her somewhere private,

so you could, you know, score up a little somethin'?

- No. - No?

I mean, I know you lowlifes like to hit on all the girls,

but that cultural shit, that doesn't work here.

What are you trying to say?

Here's another report.

Woman claims that you were sexually harassing her and her friends.

She make that up?

She was drinking with her friends and she threw up in the back of my car,

and I had to clean up the mess.

Well, be that as it may,

I'm still gonna have to follow protocol

and run this by corporate.

Wait, are you firing me?

No, I'm suspending you.

Great.

Now, I'll let you know when it's all cleared up.

Well, can I get paid now?

You owe me over ten grand.

I cannot pay you.

I cannot pay you until this whole thing blows over.

That is company policy. I'm sorry.

Mia?

What, Ethan? I gotta go to the bathroom.

- Dinner's about ready. - Okay, can I pee first?

Shit.

Hey, wait a second.

Come on, let's sit at the table for once.

Why?

Pretend we're a family.

¿Qué?

Just give it a shot.

This is stupid, I don't want...

Have a seat.

Por favor.

- You okay? - Fine.

Hey, what happened to your ring?

I lost it.

You lost Mom's ring? Are you serious?

It's not a big deal. I'm sure it's around somewhere.

So...

- how's school? - School is school.

- But you're going? - Duh.

That's funny, 'cause I got a letter from them

saying how you've been absent for weeks.

It's just not my thing.

You know what happens if you stop going, right?

They could take you away and put you in a foster home.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

No. No.

It... I just don't see the point much in going.

I mean, you never finished.

Yeah, and that was the mistake that I made.

It's just not for me.

Oh, so what then?

You just hang out and you get high with Lars?

- I'm telling you, you don't need him. - This is how it starts.

I've seen the way he treats you.

Will you lay off of him?

You don't see me sticking my nose in your shit!

- The guy's bad news. He's affecting... - Fucking drop it!

Jeez, the fuck you want from me?

I want you to use your fucking brain for once.

Yeah, this coming from a fucking cab driver.

Don't you disrespect me like that.

I do that job and pay the bills so you can go to school!

- You think Mom would just let you... - You're not Mom!

You're not my fucking father!

You're not even my full fucking brother, so stop fucking acting like it!

But I'm still your guardian, huh?

You'd be in a foster home if it wasn't for me!

Yeah, but at least I wouldn't have to listen to your shit!

Yeah, you keep it up, and you see how far that mouth of yours will get you, huh?

I see you're still leaving your cigarette ashes everywhere.

And you're still being loud as fuck in there.

Well, fun chatting with you, as always.

She'll grow out of it, you know.

What?

Your daughter.

She'll grow out of it at some point.

Oh, she's my sister.

Makes sense why you guys argue so much.

Yeah, well, I guess I better get back inside.

Yep. Later.

Shit.

I'm gonna go try and talk to Dante.

Okay.

Mia! Finally!

- You made it! - Hi.

You still sticking that shit up your nose?

Goddamnit, I went off those fuckin' painkillers.

Fuck up my head.

You're fucking up, Dante.

You know that.

Listen, Mr. Storme.

- How this is... - Listen, you little weasel,

we have heard everything you've been...

- Fuck you, Jan! - Oh, fuck me?

Hey, shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

This is your last chance.

Look at me. You understand me, Dante?

You understand me?

No more... No more product for this... cocksucker.

Fucker!

You're lucky I don't shoot your fucking ass!

Shoot your ass!

Okay.