A Thousand Junkies Page #6

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to show up like this.

I really am.

I'm really sorry, man.

But, like, you know I make it a point

to keep everybody out of my bullshit.

- But, bro, I need a 100 bucks, man.

- Yeah.

You know. I'm like, I... I

just got nowhere else to turn.

God damn it. I...

I, uh, I can't give you

any money.

Why not?

I'm sorry. I just...

[stammers] It's not what you wanna

hear but, uh, it's not gonna help you.

I'm sorry, I can't

give you any money.

- You can't give me $100?

- I can't give you 100 bucks. No.

- You can't give me $100?

- It's not the answer you want,

but I can't give you

the, uh, $100.

Come on, I gave you

my car, bro.

I've known you for 30 years, man.

I gave you my Dodge Dart.

[sighs] I know, but,

oh, man. I mean...

F***. I mean,

that's 25 years ago,

that Dodge Dart, and, uh, that

was no gift, really, Tommy.

Remember? It had $2,000

worth of fines on it?

Remember, you said, "Never try to register

this car. It's got $2,000 fines."

And I gave it to Fredo, and the

wheel fell off. I mean, that...

I mean... I love you,

but I can't...

- $40.

- ...give you money

for this sh*t. I mean,

this is bull... No. No $40.

You can't give me $40? What the

f*** is wrong with you, man?

I'm f***ing strung out,

okay? I'm s...

[softly] I'm f***ing

strung out, okay?

- That's my f***ing thing. Okay?

- Tommy.

- I need $100.

- Tommy.

No, Tommy.

It's the hard no.

Remember?

Jam Center?

You were part of that whole

theater thing, too, right?

I mean, we were nice people.

But every once a while,

it's the "no."

It's the "hard no."

Bill, please, man. Please.

[exhales]

Sorry, man. Uh...

God.

I gotta get back.

You can't get off a drug

you're addicted to by using

the same drug

you're addicted to.

You can if you use

less and less.

[door opens]

What happened?

He gave the "hard no."

[sighs]

[sighs]

Lets's just look

for that 40 again.

- It's not here.

- It has to be here.

There's a 40 in this car?

You guys lost a f***ing

40 in this car?

No, it's not here. We searched every inch

of the car 20 times. Couldn't find it.

Dude, that's because it's under

the seats in the metal track

that makes the seat go back and forth.

That's where you f***ing lose it.

It's not here.

Jesus.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

It's not here.

Where the tra...

Like, its should be...

it's gonna be in these?

[Blake] It's not gonna

f***ing get in there.

[Tommy] All right, take up the

other seat, man, take it out.

All right.

[Tommy] Hey, when you

take this one out,

don't, like, lift it out

like a maniac,

'cause what if it's

in, like, in the...

I mean, now it might be

over here.

[metal creaking]

It's definitely in there, man.

[TJ] It's not in there.

How could it not be in there?

[metal creaking]

Anything?

- I don't see anything.

- How about there, where the wire is?

You see it?

[Tommy] No.

[Blake] Better take the whole

f***ing thing apart, man.

Everything.

And the carpet.

[Tommy] Look, just look back there.

Can you get under? Can you see under?

[Blake] Just push down

on that thing.

[slams]

[Tommy] Easy, man, why

are you so f***ing violent?

- [Blake] You got it? You got it?

- [Tommy] Yeah.

[Blake] Tell me you see it.

Nothing here.

What is this, man?

[talking indistinctly]

[Tommy] See, it's...

no way it's here.

[Blake] No.

It's gotta be in here, man.

[TJ] Stop. It's not there.

[metal clanking]

I found it two weeks ago

and I did it.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

You get to put the f***ing

car back together.

I'm sorry.

Tommy.

[engine running]

[slow guitar music playing]

[TJ] Things TJ likes.

Cigarettes,

needles,

ice cream,

sleeping,

sad songs.

Things I don't like.

Waking up,

getting sick,

opening the mail,

my birthday,

my friends,

when my mom calls me,

and happy songs.

[Blake sighs]

[Blake] I'll tell you what,

man, this nickel and dime sh*t

really makes me wanna

shoot somebody.

I'm ready to make a move

on this Moshe f***er.

Worst comes to worst,

Corra always has Contins.

Dude, we don't have the gas for that.

She lives in the valley.

I have $9 on a 76 card.

You took my money for gas when

you have money on the gas card?

You took five of my

last eight dollars for gas

when you have money

on a f***ing gas card?

I have $9 for an emergency.

Why do you do sh*t

like that, man?

Because we need gas.

[Blake] You're a real f***ing

selfish a**hole, you know that?

Even Jimmy thinks

you're an a**hole.

[Tommy]

Jimmy f***ing loves me.

Good. Now, you start

straightening that.

There you go. Okay.

[mystical Indian music playing]

- TJ?

- [door closes]

TJ?

Hey, you're teaching?

Uh, yeah. It's Thursday.

Oh, that's right. Okay, pretend

I'm not here. Bye, Debra.

Bye, TJ.

Is he okay?

He's, uh, he's just tired.

Uh, let's go back to

triangle pose.

I mean, tree pose.

I'm sorry, Debra, I...

I can't really

think right now.

Can I just

have a moment?

Right. Thank you.

Hey, we're driving to, uh,

Anaheim to see The Angels.

Taking some CDs for the ride.

They're empty.

What's empty?

The cases.

I emptied them and hid them

before you stole them all.

[sighs]

You didn't even call

to let me know you're alive.

I'm so sorry.

- You didn't even call.

- I'm sorry.

I want you to move out.

No, you don't.

I want you to move out. Today.

Debra's here. [whispers]

Let's talk about it later.

- I want you out.

- Why?

You know why.

No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.

- No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.

- No, I don't.

Because

you don't love me.

[stammers]

And you don't f*** me,

and you steal

everything I have.

I know, but I wanna love you.

I wanna f*** you,

and I wish I didn't steal

everything you have.

[sighs] Come on.

We'll work it out.

But I have to go right now.

Bye, Debra.

[dial tone ringing]

She's not answering.

Doesn't matter,

we can go anyway.

She's never out for

more than an hour.

Dude, you're not

thinking clearly.

We're gonna go all the way

to the valley for some cottons

just to be sick again

in an hour.

- Let me call my boy.

- What boy?

The f***ing thing I've been

talking about, man? Christian.

This is what we do.

We f***ing rob drug dealers.

You're just

f***ing delusional.

You know what, we should've

done this hours ago.

Where's this Moshe

a**hole live?

- Put your phone away.

- Tommy,

it's gonna be cake, man.

We're gonna... He's gonna

grab his piece,

we'll go in, then we'll duct-tape

the motherf***er to a chair.

Where does he live?

You're not duct-taping a human being

I've known for ten years, to a chair.

[door opens]

[sighs] Sorry, guys,

yoga lesson.

Where does he live?

I'm being f***ing serious, man.

Where does he live?

What is going on?

He's acting like

a f***ing psychopath.

There's no other options!

We're not robbing Moshe.

All right, fine. You know what,

take me to a 76 station, then.

- For what?

- 'Cause I wanna see

how much f***ing money

is on that card.

- Nine bucks.

- Well, you know what,

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