- Don't you ever
fucking run from me, bitch!
Where the fuck is my money?!
Where the fuck?! Back up!
Back the fuck up!
Back up! Back the fuck up!
Call the police!
- Let's get the fuck
out of here.
So who are you?
- Vincent.
- Have we met before?
- No.
- So you stepped into that...
And you've never met me before?
- No.
- Why'd you help me?
- I dunno.
Who wouldn't?
- Is that what you do?
Drive around in your cool car
trying to rescue girls
gettin' beat on?
- I dunno.
- I'm roxxy.
Where are you headed?
- Southwest, about...
700 miles.
- You think you can...
...drop me off...
...at a bus station
or something?
- I'll give you a ride there
if you don't mind...
Drivin for a bit.
- You got something to ask me?
I got nothing to hide
in this world.
- How'd you know that guy?
- His name's Cordell.
My brother was killed
three days ago.
He was into some bad shit.
I went to his place
to get some things and...
Cordell was there.
He came after me.
I ran.
You know the rest.
- You thinkin'
about going to the police?
- That's not really an option
with guys like this
- Roxxy!
- Yeah.
- Where you gonna go?
- Anywhere to get away.
You're a good guy, Vincent,
but you don't wanna
get mixed up with me.
Trust me.
- My family, we have a farm...
Just northeast of town.
It's a really nice place.
Big property.
Just stay there until
you figure out your next moves.
- I can't do that.
I don't even know you
- I don't know you.
- Exactly.
Hey, well, listen.
You change your mind,
just ask around for Vincent
or jc Stewart.
You'll find me and my brother.
- No doubt.
- I come out,
there's this dude
sitting in the backseat.
Now I'm, like: "What the fuck?"
This dude looks homeless.
I'm about to whoop some ass
when my auntie,
she tell me to get in.
Says his name is Terry or Jerry,
i don't know,
but she wants
to give him a ride.
I'm, like: "Julie..."
My auntie name Julie.
"We ain't trying to pick up
no hitchhikers on this trip.
You fucking crazy."
She insists, so I'm eyeballing
this guy, right?
Right in the rearview.
Now I notice he's got this bag,
and it's this crazy-looking bag:
All leather
with these chrome rings on it.
I mean,
it's just the kind of bag,
it just exemplifies suspicion.
So I say to him: "Hey, man,
what's in the bag?"
He responds:
"None of your fucking business."
Cold as ice.
I'm starting to get angry.
"Alright, look, man,
i ain't trying to get
in the middle of your deal,
I ain't trying
to fuck with your shit.
I'm just looking out
for my auntie and myself.
I'm just asking:
What's in the bag?"
He leans forward...
Right up in my face,
he says,
"none of your fucking business.
And if you ask me again,
I will fuck you up,
motherfucker."
Lean back.
I look over at Julie,
Julie freaking out.
We drive couple miles,
tension...
...like a motherfucker.
He says, "pull over." So we do.
We pull over
the side of the road,
and he gets out the car,
he's in the weeds or something.
I think he's takin' a piss,
doin' some kind of shit
he doesn't want us to see.
You know what I mean?
Ah...
I look in the backseat.
There's that bag,
just sittin' there,
lookin' right back at me
I look over at the guy.
Guy about 20 feet
from the car.
I turn to Julie.
"Julie, drive, and fuck it."
And we do. We leave his ass
on the side of the road,
bag in the backseat.
Mm...
- Well... what was in the bag?
- None of your fucking business.
Oh... that's what's in the bag,
homie.
- You fuckin' kiddin' me, man.
- You guys fell
for that stale-ass joke, huh?
- Vinnie! Yeah, motherfucker!
Yeah, it's about time, homie!
Come on in, come on in.
Yeah, ah... shit.
Damn, brother, look at you.
- Yeah...
Look at you.
- Intermission, fellas.
Come on..
So how you been?
- Okay.
- How's that city trim looking?
You get a lot of pussy?
Shit, man, pussy good.
Been tough around here, bro.
- Yeah, it's tough all over.
- Yeah, it is.
Good you're back.
- Hey, baby.
- Hey.
Kate...
- Mm?
- This is my brother... Vinnie.
- So fucking good
to finally meet you!
Ah!! Fun!
Hi.
- Vincent.
Nice to meet you, too.
- So how long
are you gonna stay for?
- Um... still figuring that out.
- It's your home too, Vinnie.
You stay as long as you want.
- I'm fucking excited.
- Come on. We supposed to be
celebrating, ain't we?
Drink this beer and smile,
motherfucker.
Stop being a bitch.
Missed the hell outta you.
To my brother Vinnie.
Welcome home, homie.
Mm-hmm.
Now let's do some fuckin' shots,
huh?
- Ah!
- Ah-ha.
Now, fuck, it's bright out here.
How you feelin', bro?
- Okay. How you feel?
- Overachieving, homie.
Overachieving.
Hey, you got a smoke on you?
Thanks.
So what's the word?
- The farm looks like shit.
Everything's all...
Fucking torn up.
You let your crew
ruin this place.
- Last night was a rarity.
A party. For you.
- I didn't ask for a party.
- Yeah, well, you've been gone.
And the farm's been fine.
I've been taking care of shit.
- It doesn't look like that.
- Money's tight, bro.
Put all my bread in the shop.
- You get that up and going?
- It's up, it's going.
Needs some work.
You should come check it out.
- Okay.
- Come by tomorrow,
check it out,
tell me what you think.
- Alright, yeah, I'll do that.
- Cool.
In case you're wondering...
Ma's buried under them trees
down the east side
of our property.
I know it's not much
to look at,
but it's got good bones...
New electricity.
It's a good location in town
and it was cheap.
All she needs now is she needs
to get her nails done
and her hair did.
- Gonna need more than that.
- You gotta start somewhere.
Hard to be a professional
doing repair work out of a barn
so what do you think?
- About what?
- About helping me out.
Being partners.
- Partners?
- Mm-hmm.
- I don't know about that.
- Oh, what the fuck?
Alright, well...
How about you help me
get it set up?
I mean,
you're the best mechanic I know.
And you are my fucking brother,
for chrissake.
- Alright, I can do that...
For now.
- For now!
Cocksucker.
Make me beg you.
Thank you.
- Alright.
- What do you wanna do first?
Here's the problem
with sports today.
Kids are literally
never told no.
You are never told:
"Go sit on the bench, Tommy."
And the reason why
is because we think
we have to coddle children.
They don't have
to win anything.
It's strange,
'cause as an adult,
I'm often told no.
- Hey.
- Roxxy.
- You get an absolute a--
- hey. You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Sorry to show up like this.
- No, not at all. It's alright.
- Look, I'm not the...
Type of person
to ask for handouts, but...
...i have no money
and no place to go, so...
If your offer still stands,
i could really use
some figuring-shit-out time.
- Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.
- How long have you lived
out here?
- My whole life.
Until I moved to the city.
- It's pretty. Seems peaceful.
- When we were younger
and family used to come visit,
they'd stay here.
There's a foldout bed...
Yeah, it could use
a good cleaning,
but... you got privacy.
- It's great. Thank you.
I'm gonna pay you back
once I get back on my feet.
- No, no, no,
that's not necessary.
Just take your time, y'know?
You'll figure it out.
You okay?
- Yeah.
Have you heard anything
about the accident?
- What do you mean?
- Anyone looking for us?
- Nah, I haven't heard anything.
You don't think the cops
are looking for us, do you?
- Not the cops
I'm worried about.
How is it?
It taste okay?
- Oh, yeah, it's delicious.
- It does? Okay
- it's great. Thank you.
- Okay.
Whew.
- So what happened to your face?
- I was in a car accident.
- A bad one?
- Yeah, it was real bad.
- Yeah, well...
Glad you're okay.
- When was the accident?
- Um... day before last.
- You go to the hospital?
- No.
- Why not?
- What's with all the questions?
- I'm just askin' roxxy here how
she got them marks on her face.
- Baby, babe...
- What?
- So what are you gonna do
while you're here?
- I just need to find some work,
so...
- I can get you a couple nights
at the bar I work at.
- That would be great.
- Okay.
If you need anything,
any clothes, whatever,
talk to me, I'll hook you up.
- Thank you.
- Cool.
This is fun
I'm excited.
- Hey.
- Nice night, ain't it, bro?
- Yeah.
- That's a pretty girl
you brought to our home.
- Yeah..
- Mm-hmm.
So what's her deal?
- What do you mean?
- She shows up at the shop,
no car, no bags, no money.
She sounds fucked up, homie.
- She was in a bad accident,
okay?
I saw it, I was there.
We had to leave immediately.
She just needs some help.
- You in some kind of trouble?
- No.
- You sure about that?
- I said no.
Everything's cool.
- Okay. Just wanna know
what you're putting
100 feet away from us.
Just looking out.
- Yeah, well...
You don't need to worry
about that, okay?
You worry about you.
- Mm.
- This okay?
- You look great.
- Hey!
Wow, you look fucking good.
Thanks. You, too.
- Big Gary? Hey, big Gary.
- What?
- This is roxxy.
- Nice to meet you, sir.
- Nice to meet you, too.
- No, remember?
I was talking about her
earlier this morning,
how we should hire her
to work a couple shifts?
- It's funny how you were
thinking we should hire her.
Last time I checked,
i do the hiring.
- Come on, seriously,
she would be amazing
for this place.
- You ever bartend before?
- Last four years.
I'm always on time,
don't take any shit,
and work my ass off.
- Mm-hmm.
- Sounds like my kind of girl.
Alright, you can work Thursday
and Saturday nights.
Do a good job.
Katie here will fill you in
on the routine.
- Thank you, big Gary.
- Alright, alright, alright!
- Thank you!
Okay, alright, c'mere.
- Thank you.
- 'Sup, baby?
- Fuck off.
- How come you don't bring
that ass around no more?
- Ah, shut the fuck up, Daryl.
Come on.
- It's just... that ass
brings back memories...
Of when you were
my slam piece.
- Okay, you don't fucking talk
to me like that, okay?
You hear me?
Don't ever touch me like that!
Fuck off!
- Okay.
We got a problem here?
- No,
no, but you might.
Why don't you limp away
before you get smacked, boy?
- Hey, hey. Hey, just relax.
- We can take this shit outside,
bitch.
- We ain't here to fight.
- Uh-huh.
Why don't you mind
your fucking business?
- This is my brother, okay?
- Yo, fuck you and your brother.
- Alright, fellas, that's it.
Y'all gotta go.
- You kickin' us out, hmm?
Well, fuck you and your shitty
fucking bar, Gary!
- Move, move.
- Come on, go, go. Go on.
- Move, move. Now, let's go.
- Fuck you, asshole!
- Move!
- Suck dicks, motherfuckers!
Fuck off!
- He was fucking asking for it.
- Such a fucking asshole.
- What's his problem?
- Look, we got beef.
This knuckle-dragger,
he plays
in a fuckin' rap-metal band.
Man, that shit wasn't cool
10 years ago -
he still got a hard-on for it.
Him and his boys,
they like to smoke meth,
jerk each other off.
Na-na-na-na-na-na.
- What's his problem with you?
- I was with Daryl before jc.
- Yeah,
so he's got a problem
'cause Kate upgraded.
Shit.
- Last thing we need
is trouble from this guy.
Don't provoke him anymore.
Fuck him.
- Easy for you to say.
- Hi, baby!
- Hey.
- What you doin'?
- D'you bring me
a ham-and-cheese?
- Shut the fuck up.
Don't touch me with that!
I swear to god, baby!
- Hi.
- Hey.
- How's your day?
- Ah, well, good.
How's yours?
- Good.
- Cool.
- Do you wanna maybe grab a bite
with me?
- Grab a bite with you?
- Yeah, with me.
- Do you think we could do that?
- I don't know, we could try.
You cool with that?
- Yeah, yeah, we could do that.
- Okay.
- Let me go change.
- Okay.
- Why you knocking moonshine?
- It's disgusting!
I can't believe you drink that.
- Everybody drinks moonshine
in these parts.
White lightning
will mess you up.
- It's like drinking
pure gasoline.
- We did actually start
a lawnmower
with some firewater
we once made.
- See, that's not good.
- Yeah.
Anything good?
- Mm... mostly older stuff.
You wanna pick something?
- Alright.
- Really?
- It's a great song.
- Aw...
Vincent, you're a romantic.
it's sweet.
Um...
Jc and Kate are gonna go
to the carnival tonight.
You wanna go?
Yeah, that'd be fun.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Don't even think about it!
I'm paying.
- Come on, let me pay.
- No way.
I'm not letting you pay
for anything ever.
- Alright.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- I'm excited
about this carnival.
- I was thinking about...
...wearing my moustache
to the carnival tonight.
- Oh...
- What do you think?
Look pretty?
- That's not... the first...
Adjective I'd describe--
- gorgeous?
- More like--
- stunning.
- Very fried.
- I wish we had one,
like, in our backyard...
Ah!
- Alright.
Well, it's beer-thirty.
I'm gonna go hit the booze tent.
You guys wanna come?
- I'm okay.
- We'll walk around
for a little bit.
We'll meet up in a few, alright?
- Cool.
- Okay. Bye, you guys.
- I should've been a carnie.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
- Would you work rides or games?
- Freak show.
Bearded lady, two-headed dogs,
sword swallowers,
that sorta thing.
- Well, I think
you'd fit right in.
- I'm sure you do.
How much you think these places
pull in a night?
- That's hard to say.
- You think, like...
25 a night?
- I'd say closer to 100 a night.
- That's a lot for cheap prizes
and funnel cakes.
So crazy,
all this here for a week,
then it's gone.
- That's the allure.
Something that doesn't
come along every day.
- So how would you do it?
- Do what?
- Rob the carnival.
- I don't know.
How would you do it?
- I'd probably, you know,
scout it out first,
then hit the highest-paying
rides and games.
- Well, rides are ticket-based.
You gotta go games.
- Or ticket booths.
That's gotta be
the highest... payout.
- And the most watched
by security.
- So... if we're going
to scout this place out...
...what do you think
is the best vantage point?
Hmm.
So you afraid of heights?
- Uh... no, no. Are you?
- Yeah.
- Oh, no!
Oh, now you tell me. Oh.
This makes the way
we're gonna die way worse now.
- Why would you say that?!
- This is horrible.
- Oh...
I can't stop laughing.
Okay, no, I'm fine.
- It's cool.
- I'm getting it together.
Man, look at this place.
We could take this thing down
before they even knew
what hit them.
- I think we just go after
the boss.
Bigger score...
Bite the head off the snake.
- That's not nearly as much fun,
though.
- So how many people
do you think it would take
to pull this off?
- Mm...
Two.
Sorry.
- No.
- Red or white?
- Red.
- How 'bout white?
- White's alright.
- It's all we got.
- thanks.
- You're welcome.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
So did you fuck her?
- What?
Did you fuck roxxy?
- Why would you say that?
- Chemistry, bro,
I can see it. So you guys
didn't fuck around?
- No.
- Damn.
When shit goes off, whew...
It's gonna be explosive.
You better watch out, homie,
you gonna fall in love
- whatever, bro.
I'm not in any position to be
involved with a woman right now.
- Yeah, bro,
but you are involved.
So hopefully she'll put you
in several different positions.
- Fuck off. She's a good girl.
- Hey.
She's a great girl.
One of a kind.
That's why you're in trouble,
homie.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
- So, uh...
...what are you doing
after you get off?
- No plans.
- Hmm.
You, uh...
You wanna go for a ride?
With you?
- Yeah.
- Where to?
- Mm...
I'll think of something
- okay.
- What the fuck happened?
- Well...
They shot up my truck...
With a fucking pellet gun.
You saw Daryl do this?
- I-i didn't see who did it,
but I did see a truck
that could've been Daryl's
driving off.
- This motherfucker's
asking for it.
Who the fuck
does he think he is?
- You sure it was Daryl's truck?
- Pretty sure, yeah.
- Go, go, go!
- How long has this place
been shut down?
- Like 20 years or something.
I used to see a couple movies
here when I was a kid.
Mostly second-run stuff,
but it was pretty cool.
- I'd love to see a movie
at a drive-in.
- You never have?
- No, never have.
So what's your sign?
- What...
What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.
Your sign. What's your sign?
- I'm a Leo.
- A Leo!
That makes sense.
I'm a gemini.
And just so you know...
Leos and geminis
get along splendidly.
- Oh, is that so? Do they?
- Yeah, it's true.
Mm-hmm, that is correct.
- How was the rest
of your night?
- It was okay.
Kate's pretty pissed
about the whole truck thing.
I spent the rest of the night
trying to chill her out.
- Yeah.
- How's jc?
- Uh... he's not really one
to let things go.
Yeah, I see that.
What were you like
when you were a kid?
- I don't know.
What were you like?
I bet you were really
rebellious, huh?
- Shit. Still am.
Tell me, though.
Seriously, I wanna know.
What were you like?
- Mm...
- I can see you, like,
in fifth grade with one of those
bad spiked-on-top mullets.
- Yeah, had the lines shaved
down the sides and everything.
That was the style.
- Yeah, that was the style
right there.
- Yeah. Well, bad haircut aside,
i was pretty normal,
I guess.
Played a lot of sports,
wrenched on cars.
But I was always...
I always felt trapped
in this town.
For a while,
i was scared to even leave.
- Scared of what?
- Being disappointed, you know?
That in this whole world
outside this town,
there was... nothing better.
Nothing special.
- You still feel that way?
- There's definitely
something special.
- Why are you looking at me
like that?
- Like what?
- Look at me.
- Roxxy.
- Who are you?
- I don't know
what's going on...
But please put the gun down.
- Who are you?
- Please calm down.
What do you mean?
- Where did you get
this address?
This is my brother's address!
- Your brother?
- Answer me!!
- It's not what it looks like.
It's not.
- Did you kill my brother?
- No, absolutely not.
- Don't fucking lie to me!
- I swear.
I swear.
- You need to start talking.
- I was just paid by a guy
i worked at a shop with
to watch a house
for a few nights.
I didn't know your brother.
I didn't know anything about it
- are you involved with them?!
- No. I was just paid
by the guy I worked with
just to watch a house.
- Fuck!!!
- Roxxy.
- Stay away from me!
- I didn't know about you,
or your brother, or any of this.
- I'm so stupid.
- Just calm down.
- Fuck you!
Fuck you!!
I trusted you!
- I know.
- You're a fucking liar.
- Roxxy.
You don't even know me.
So who are you anyway?
Who are you, Vincent?
No one.
That's who.
You're no one.
It was a mistake
ever coming here.
- Good night, Kate.
- Bye!
See you tomorrow.
Hey.
What's the matter?
You've hardly talked all night.
- I'm fine.
- Well, what's the problem?
- Nothing.
- Come on, talk to me.
- I'm leaving town.
- Why?
I thought you were happy here,
right?
- I was.
- What?
- Things change, you know?
- Yeah.
Things aren't always gonna be
perfect, that's for sure.
I mean...
But you know that we care
about you, right?
- Yeah. Look,
i appreciate you...
...so much.
Everything you've done for me.
I just don't belong here.
- You don't belong here?
Before you got here,
I didn't even have
any girlfriends.
Roxx, it's been so nice
to have you here.
Look, I'd be sad if you left,
and I knew Vincent would be too.
- It's complicated, but it's...
It's not gonna work out
with Vincent.
- I've been in this town
a long time.
Vincent ain't like everybody
else around here.
He's not happy or satisfied with
just being here and belonging.
He's a searcher, like you.
Whatever the problem is...
Maybe just hear him out.
Yeah?
I know he really cares
about you.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Alright.
I think we need something
a little stronger than beer.
What do you think?
- Yes, please.
- Okay.
- Can we turn off
the sports radio already?
We've been listening
to the same shit all day.
- Yeah, bro, you can turn it off
and change it
whenever you want.
- How can you listen to that
all the time?
- Change it, bro!
Change it to anything you want!
What's your problem?
- This place is getting to me,
that's my problem.
- You need some time off?
Why don't you head out
for the rest of the day, then?
- And leave you by yourself?
Not a good idea.
- Now what's that
supposed to mean?
- If I left you by yourself,
you wouldn't have a business
right now.
- How you figure that?
- 'Cause that's what happens
when you can't get your shit
together ever.
- I asked you
to come into my business
so we could share
something together.
- We've shared plenty.
Mostly messes
that I have to clean up.
- You got a chip
on your shoulder.
Who doesn't?
But you don't talk to me
that way.
- Talk to you like what?
Well, you're the king
of shit talk.
That's all you do.
Ever since I got back,
you've been trying
to guilt-trip me about leaving.
- You left me
to bury our mother alone!!
I needed you, bro!
Your family needed you!
- Family?! What do you know
about family?!
I took care of ma
for three years
while she was sick
and fucking dying!!
Where were you?!
Y-y-you're just supposed
to just show up
to fucking bury her,
and I'm supposed to feel
sympathy for you?! No!
Burying ma was the easy part.
- Fuck you.
- Oh, fuck you!
Why do you think I left, huh?
It wasn't 'cause of mom dying.
I was sick of you.
'Cause you're a fuck-up.
- You're living in the past,
bro.
That was a long time ago
and that ain't me no more.
- You guys okay?
Hey.
- Hello?
What?!
What the fuck happened here?
Chicks dig scars.
- Where the fuck are they?
- I don't fucking know.
- Don't worry about Daryl
and them. They gonna get theirs.
I'm gonna kill
that motherfucker.
- Motherfucker!!
- You want some too,
motherfucker?
- You fuck with my family again,
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
Do you understand
what I'm saying?
I need to hear you say it,
alright?!
Say it, motherfucker, say it!
Say it,
or I'm gonna fucking kill you!
I will fucking kill you!
- You'll fucking kill me!
Fucking kill me!
- How bad d'you beat him?
- Pretty bad.
- He's gonna be looking for you.
- Fuck him.
- Ah, I thought we were supposed
to be playing it cool.
- Yeah.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm, uh...
I'm okay. I just, um...
...fucking hate
that side of myself.
- Them little boys,
they think it's alright
to piss all over everything.
Fuck them.
- Hey.
I'm sorry about what I said.
Okay?
I didn't mean it.
You're my brother.
- You meant it.
And you should be sorry.
I know... I fucked up
for a long time,
but I'm trying to do better,
homie.
- You know I walked by
ma's grave today?
Man, you did
a fucking great job.
- Hey...
You know I set her up
on the east facing the west?
Watch the sunset every evening.
- I just miss her so much,
you know?
- I know it.
But what happens next?
- Still trying
to figure that one out.
Can I come in?
- It's your place.
What are you doing?
- I'm leaving tomorrow.
- Don't do this.
- I need to leave.
I was gonna try and stick out
the week to make some cash,
but I've gotta get out of here.
- I know you're angry with me,
but I didn't know that house
i was watching
was your brother's house.
The morning of the accident,
i was leaving the city.
I wanted nothing more to do
with any of that.
- It doesn't matter.
This just isn't the place
for me.
- Just stay here.
Let me help you.
- Why do you want to help me?!
Why do you have this desire
to take care of me?!
I can take care of myself.
- I just thought
that you needed--
- don't worry about what I need.
You don't know me like that,
Vincent.
Worry about what you need.
- I just wanna make this right.
- You can't make things right!
Don't you get that?!
Nothing will ever be right
with you.
It's everywhere.
It's who you are.
It's in your blood.
- And what's that?
- Violence.
Hmm?
No.
- Roxxy.
- No.
Stop!
I want us to be together so bad.
- We can be.
Please, no, no!
- Fuck!!
Fucking dammit!
Fuck!
- Vincent!!!
- Oh, my god!
- Vincent!
- This our boy?
- Yeah, that's our boy.
- String him up.
No!
Fuckin' shit!
No!
- Come on.
- Vinnie!
- No, no, please, please!
- Yo! Let him go!
Let him the fuck go! Vinnie!
Fuckin' shit!
- No. No.
- Vinnie!!
Vinnie! Ah!!
- You fucked up, fam.
Fuck!
- Love this shit.
No! Fuck!
Yo, you put him the fuck down,
homie!
- Know who I am?
Hmm?
- Yo, fuck you, motherfucker!
Come on. Bring that shit to me!
Bring that shit to me,
motherfucker!
Baby, baby, please!
- Yeah, you!
I'm fuckin' talking to you!
- Cut him up.
- Fuck you, you fucking chump!
Bring that shit to me!
- No, no, no, no!!
No, no, no, no!!!
Oh, my god, no! Please stop!
Please stop! No! Stop!
No...
- Keep running your mouth,
motherfucker.
Cry, cry, you lil' bitch,
cry, cry.
- We got everyone's attention?
Good.
I'm suga.
I'm the truth.
These two already know 'bout me.
Or at least they should.
And you two are in the process
of learning right now.
I'm the nigga that don't give
a fuck about your life.
Your brother,
he was always owing me money.
You owe, you pay.
So he got himself killed.
And you,
you know where my money is,
don't you?
- I don't know anything.
- I say you do.
Speak up,
or everyone dies.
Everyone.
- I don't know anything!
- So I'm-a count. One...
- No, no, no, no...
- No, no, no!
- Don't. Please.
- Wait. Wait.
- Please!
- Stop it!!
- Two.
- Please!
I don't know anything!!
- Do him.
- No!!
Please. Please!
Please stop.
No!!
- Do what you want with her,
then burn the place down,
alright?
No! No!
- Motherfucker!
- Oh...
- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.
- This is my... fault.
- No, it's not.
- Go to the drive-in...
To our spot.
- Okay.
- There's a bag...
Buried.
Find it.
- Okay.
Okay. Shhh...
Shhh...
No, please!
I love you.
Roxxy,
I don't know where to start.
I was so wrong.
I told you I was paid
to watch
your brother's house
for three nights,
which was true.
What I didn't tell you
is on the third night
I saw an opportunity
and took it.
That opportunity was $80,000.
A bad decision
I was going to try and undo
the morning
of your car accident.
I now know the truth.
It's blood money
and I'm ashamed of it.
You were right.
It's not safe here.
It won't be.
Take this money and go,
start over.
I'm so sorry for all the pain
I have caused you.
I hope someday...
You can forgive me.
Love, Vincent
- My house.
Suga shack!
- Wassup?
- Hi. I'm here for the party.
- Damn, girl,
you about to got yourself shot
rolling up like that
with no lights on.
What's wrong with you?
- I was gonna park,
but I wasn't sure
if this was the right place.
- Shit, the party rockin'.
What you doing out here
all by yourself?
You fine as fuck!
- Get the fuck out or die.
Ow.
Do it, bitch!
Fuck, it's not gonna bring back
your fuckin' brother,
or your boyfriend!
You don't even have enough
bullets in the fucking gun.
- My shit?
You fuck with my shit?!
What's this? Hmm?
Came here to cut me up?
Come on.
Get up.
Come on.
Yeah. Come on.
Yeah. There.
- I have your money.
- No. No more talk.
- I... have it.
Eighty... thousand.
- The fuck did you just say?
Say it again.
- You're never gonna see it.
You're never gonna see it.