A Thousand Junkies Page #4

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[TJ] Can I see your money?

[Igor] F***,

don't touch my money.

[TJ] Can you just

pull it out?

- Okay, that's...

- That's $200, man.

- ...about $200, maybe a little over $200.

- [Tommy] Good.

[Igor coughing] You're

smoking inside the car.

[TJ] Should we call someone, or are

we just going straight downtown?

F*** downtown, man. Let's go

to the Pep Boys in Washington.

[Tommy] By Hoover?

That spot's dead.

[Igor] No, they're there.

Yeah, for car batteries. There hasn't

been dope down there for years.

I copped there yesterday, man.

And the coke is killing, too.

- Really? They have coke?

- No coke.

Let's just go downtown. We can

get coke down there, too.

You know what, man? He's right. It'll be

easier, plus we're getting kind of sick.

[Igor] Pep Boys is easy, man.

Igor, look, please, man,

we really need to get well.

F*** getting well.

I'm getting high, man!

I'm getting high.

[instrumental music playing]

[Igor] Stop the car. Stop.

Stop, man!

Igor, those are

the battery guys, bro.

[Igor] Yo! Yo, yo, man.

Come here.

You got cheeba?

No cheeba. Only sell

the batteries, mechanic...

We're not f***ing cops, man.

- Come on.

- [TJ] He doesn't have anything, man.

- [Igor] He has it. Come on.

- [Tommy] Igor, he doesn't have anything, man.

Go, go. Just go.

- F***.

- [Tommy] Igor.

I told you, man. There's no dope

down here, man. Will you stop?

Come on, they have it, man. They

just think we're undercover.

Yo! Cheeba!

- ...Cheeba, man!

- [TJ] Jesus, dude!

[all arguing over each other]

[Igor] Cheeba!

Cheeba, cheeba, man.

F***.

We're getting

f***ing sick, man.

- [Igor] Cheeba?

- Okay, Igor. Igor.

- [yells] Cheeba!

- That's not how you do this, man.

That's not how you do this.

That's not how you do this.

[Igor yells] Cheeba!

Cheeba!

[Tommy] Igor! Get the f*** back and

stop yelling "Cheeba" out there.

[Igor yelling] Cheeba!

[all arguing over each other]

[Tommy] Igor,

come on, man. Dude.

- [Igor] Come on, let's go.

- [Tommy] Dude. Dude.

That's not cool, man.

- [TJ] Get in the f***ing car.

- [Tommy] It's not cool to do that.

Jesus Christ!

[all arguing over each other]

[Blake] He has the money.

[Igor yelling] Cheeba!

- Cheeba!

- [TJ] Is this what Igor does?

Man, Igor, you get us f***ing busted, I

will f***ing be really unhappy with you.

[Igor] That's him! That's him!

Yeah! High five! High five!

- [Tommy] Just calm down.

- [TJ] Jesus!

Get out.

[Tommy] Igor,

you f***in' a**hole.

You got me in a f***in' alley.

[Igor] Oh, uh,

I thought it was here, man.

[Tommy] Jesus Christ.

[Blake] Igor, please. We're

starting to get really sick.

Can we just go downtown?

I'll get us everything we need.

I prom... Look at me.

I'll get us everything

we need, I promise you.

That's him.

- Who?

- That's him. That's Kiskarus.

Who's Kiskarus?

He's just went into

the liquor store.

Go, man! Go!

Wait, man. It's

the f***in' stop sign, man.

Come on!

[Tommy] Jesus Christ.

[Igor] F***ing stop sign.

Just go!

We're going to lose him, man.

[Tommy] How do you know

this f***in' psychopath?

We met while I was kickin' in county.

He gave me his applesauce.

Apparently his brother's

this big Russian mobster

who can kill anyone

you want for ten grand.

[man shouting] Cheeba what?

Cheeba what? Huh!

No one sells drugs out of this store.

You got it?

No one! You gimpy little f***!

Come back here, I'll bash

your f***in' head in! Huh?

You piece of sh*t!

Igor, man.

What the f*** happened?

That wasn't Kiskarus.

I need a Diet Coke.

Not here. Not here, man.

You p*ssy motherf***er!

- You p*ssy motherf***er!

- [Tommy] Blake, get in the car!

You're a piece of sh*t!

- Igor! Igor! Shh! Shh!

- You know my brother?

[all shout over each other]

[Blake] Get in the car.

Shut the f*** up.

I'll kill you!

[slurping from straw]

Mm.

This Diet Coke is so good.

Dude, we should call Moshe,

we have $200.

He's not gonna see us.

[Igor] Moshe?

I know Moshe.

He'll see me.

You know Moshe?

I do. I know him.

You really know Moshe?

Are you sure

it's the same Moshe?

Who the f*** is Moshe?

[Igor] He's a dealer.

- Let him call him.

- Fine. Go ahead. Call him.

Okay. What's his number?

You don't have his number?

I had it. I lost my phone.

Just give it to me.

I've been wanting to get in

touch with him for months.

What does he look like, bro?

He looks like Moshe.

You don't f***ing

know him, man.

I do!

He's a great f***ing guy!

He's the biggest a**hole

in the world.

The f*** are you guys

doing here?

What do you think

we're doing here, man?

How many f***ing times have I told

you to call me before you come here?

[Tommy] Bro, I called you,

man, we talked...

[Moshe] You called me

from the f***ing driveway.

That's bullshit.

That's f***ing bullshit.

- Do you understand me?

- [Tommy] Bro, bro, I'm sorry.

- Do you understand me?

- Bro, I'm sorry. We were in the neighborhood.

- Shh!

- [softly] We were in the neighborhood.

Can we come up?

- No.

- Why not?

Because I don't f***ing

want you up here.

I have 200 bucks.

You give me

a half gram for $80,

- you can take $120 off...

- Stop.

- Let me come up. Just let me come up.

- No. No.

- Just let me come up. Why?

- No. No.

- Let us...

- No!

F***ing go across the street

and call me,

and I will

talk to you then.

Come on,

don't do that to us.

- Call me from across the street.

- It's me, bro. It's me.

[TJ] Let's go. Let's go.

[line ringing]

All right, listen. Listen,

this is what I want you to do.

I want you never to

call me again,

I want you never to

come here again.

Do you understand?

Because I'm f***ing

through with you!

No more! Do you

understand me?

You have to call him.

He doesn't want to

hear from us.

Dude, we have $200.

Please, just try.

Moshe, it's me.

Listen bro, I have money...

- He hung up.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- F***.

Tell him we have $600.

Call him.

[line ringing]

Moshe, I have

all of your money.

He's just hanging up

the f***ing phone, man.

Call him again.

Why is he doing this?

This a**hole. We have dough!

Do you want me

to call him, man?

Igor. We gotta go downtown.

That's where the dope is.

But the coke's at Pep Boys.

Listen to me, bro, okay?

I've been copping down here

a long f***ing time.

I'm telling you,

the Pep Boys spot is dead.

I copped there yesterday, man.

Then it was a miracle.

Bro, we don't have methadone

in us, man.

We're f***ing dope-sick, man.

Igor, please? I'm so sick.

Please, let's go downtown. I can

get coke down there for you, too.

I promise.

Please.

Fine. Let's go downtown

after I finish this.

- [TJ] Thank you.

- [Tommy] Thank you.

[TJ] Thank you.

[slurping loudly]

- [car horn honking]

- [man] Igor!

Yuri!

Yuri!

Hey, man, what's up?

My bank card says "1.78" with

a minus sign in front of it.

What about Julie's card?

She closed her account

months ago, dude.

F*** her.

Oh, boys, I am not well.

[sighs]

Who do we know who can

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