A Thousand Junkies Page #3

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What do you think, I am some

kind of conman or something?

If the timing chain's f***ed, there's

no point in driving the goddamn car.

What you know

about cars, man?

My stepfather was

a drag racer.

So what?

So I've been around cars

my whole f***ing life.

Blake, he's not forcing me

to buy the car.

He's a f***ing idiot.

Hey, man, we took the bus

to get down here,

you show us a car with

a f***ed up timing chain?

Why the f*** you calling me

an idiot, man?

I'm calling you an idiot.

Man, I will cut you from

your a**hole to your appetite...

All right, easy.

Fellas, easy. Easy!

Blake, what the f***

are you doing, man?

Don't take him seriously, bro.

I'm not an idiot.

Man, my brother, Junior, he

helped design the goddamn system

on the Phoenix missile

and the stealth bomber.

I'm not an idiot.

Man, don't take him seriously.

No, I don't play

that sh*t, man. F*** that.

- I don't play that sh*t.

- I'm gonna go smoke.

Tommy, how about you just

check out the car?

Let's get outta here.

[sighs] Sorry about him.

Mm-hmm.

What's your novel about?

It's about

a 9,000-year old spirit

who takes over

this gangster's body

in a desperate attempt to stop an ancient

curse from destroying the world.

Wow, that sounds amazing.

Mm-hmm.

What's it called?

Monkey Power.

[engine stalling]

F***, man, this is a sh*t box!

Stupid a**hole!

I can't believe

you f***in' did that!

Yo, man, it's not

just the alternator,

it's the f***ing timing chain,

like told you.

This is a useless

f***ing purchase.

Driving around like a lunatic

on the freeway

in this f***ing death-trap?

Dude, it's a f***ing

Volvo, okay?

It's the safest car

in the world.

You don't even have

any tools, dude.

What kind of man

doesn't have tools?

All right, look, let's just figure

out somebody who's got AAA, okay?

We gotta know somebody

who's got AAA.

That was the dumbest drug-addict decision

I've ever seen in my f***ing life!

You f***ing cooked a shot up in a bus

once and spilled the whole thing!

We weren't well!

And I wasn't all of our dope!

Who do we know

who's got AAA, man?

- [exasperatedly] AAA.

- What ab... Hey,

What about that dude

from Peter's Painting?

The man who wears

the turtlenecks.

Richard Fleck?

He doesn't even have

a f***ing car!

Tommy, you are a useless,

retarded, jackass piece of sh*t.

We should give him a beat

down on general principles.

It was a calculated risk!

This f***ing car is never gonna

start again because of you!

[Tommy] Okay, man,

I'm sorry. Okay?

I'm f***ing sorry.

[TJ] What are we gonna do?

[Tommy] Who's got AAA, man?

[TJ] We're in the bowels

of Gardena!

It'll cost $500 to get

the f***ing car towed,

you fat f***!

TJ, don't call me fat, okay?

Seriously, man.

- Don't f***ing...

- We're in a f***ing dilemma!

- Don't call me fat!

- You are!

[Tommy] F*** you, man.

[engine starts]

Yes!

F***! It f***ing started!

F***, yes!

It started,

you f***ing genius!

- It started!

- [Blake] Hey, listen!

Just take me back to LA so I can

get my grandfather's watch.

- [TJ] There's a watch!

- [Tommy] There's a watch?

[TJ] There's a watch!

Hey, get in the car,

you f***ing bandits!

Get in the car!

[indistinct excited yelling]

[uptempo music playing]

[TJ sighs weakly] Pushing

that car made me sick.

[Tommy] You didn't even push.

[TJ] Watching you guys

push that car made me sick.

What is taking him so long?

[Tommy] There's no watch.

[TJ] Don't say that.

There's got to be a watch.

[soft music playing]

- [woman] Blake!

- Ma, Ma, I'm not f***ing around. Where is it?

We are not doing this

right now.

Ma, it's my f***in' watch.

He gave it to me!

You are gonna hate yourself.

You want me to ransack this place, huh?

Is that what you want?

Do we have a pill person who

can maybe front us something?

Honest john, man. But he's not

the world's biggest fronter.

Could give him a pink slip

to this car.

This car doesn't have

a pink slip.

Do you remember what we had to go through

to get it back that the last time?

You were crying

your eyes out.

You were begging me

to get a safe deposit box.

Do you remember

any of that?

That was the meth,

Ma, not me.

Oh, and now

you want more meth?

No, I don't want meth!

God damn it, Ma! You better

give me my f***in' watch!

- Hey, does Luke Pinto sell off those fentanyl patches?

- No.

- He's dead.

- F***!

And it's Lupe Pinto.

Did you get it?

Go to the methadone clinic

on Washington.

Igor just texted.

Who's Igor?

He's this Russian kid.

He has no friends,

so he'll score for us and get us

high so he doesn't have to be alone.

You didn't get the watch?

Igor's better than the watch.

[dramatic Latin American

music playing]

[Igor] Are we happening yet?

Serious, man.

How good do

you feel right now!

We're going to get the money,

we're going to score drugs.

This is the best feeling

in the world, man!

Blake, turn on the radio, man.

Uh, you know what, hey, man,

not right now.

Just a little too sick,

you know what I mean?

[Igor] Dude, you gotta get

on the program!

The methadone program

for insurance, you know,

so you don't get sick,

you know.

[TJ] That's good advice.

Hey, Igor, your sister's salon

is in Glendale, right?

Yeah, she's in

with the Armenians.

But she's a good girl.

She'll cut your hair for free

if I ask.

Igor, got a little gas

situation on my hands, bro.

I need to, uh, get a few bucks in the

tank if I'm gonna make it to Glendale.

[Igor] It's a nice car, man.

Bro, what do you wanna do

about gas?

Dude, I'll get you after

I've seen my sister.

- [Tommy] Igor...

- Dude, just let him see his sister. It's okay.

[Armenian folk music playing]

[Igor] $200...

$200? Do you know how much

$200 is for me?

Do you know

how much it takes?

[both speaking in Russian]

I swear to God, I'm twice as

sick as I was five minutes ago.

I always feel shitty

in Glendale.

Oh, f***, we got problems.

[arguing in Russian]

Why are you trying

to kill my brother?

- Can't you see he's sick?

- [TJ] What's wrong with him?

Do you have a sister?

Is this what you do to her?

[arguing in Russian]

What is the license plate number of

this car? I want to write it down.

Give me a pen.

Ludmila, these are

good friends of mine.

His aunt was getting radiation

when he was with you last week.

That wasn't us.

We just met this guy.

I just gave him my last $200.

Now give me a f***ing pen.

Igor, get in the car.

[arguing in Russian]

[Tommy] Igor,

get in the f***ing car!

[yelling in Russian]

He has epilepsy.

Do you understand?

Here, take his medication.

And when he has a seizure,

don't let him bite his tongue.

Jesus!

[Igor] Blake, I was thinking

about you yesterday, man.

Yeah, you remember the last time

we were down in f***ing downtown,

I almost had to suck

on this guy's dick

just to get our drugs?

Man, that was... you know.

That was crazy, like, I would

never suck on a guy's dick.

- [Tommy] TJ.

- [TJ] What?

[Tommy] Check his money, man.

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