Alpha Dog

SONNY:
You want to know

what this is all about?

You could say

it's about drugs or guns

or disaffected youth,

or whatever you like.

But this whole thing

is about parenting.

It's about taking care

of your children.

You take care of yours,

I take care of mine.

INTERVIEWER:
I'm sorry,

I don't understand.

What does that mean?

That's all I have to say

about that subject.

Next question.

Your son

was a drug dealer?

A drug dealer? No.

Did he sell a little weed?

Yeah.

A little weed?

He was a major supplier

to the San Gabriel Valley.

I don't know

anything about that.

What about the D.A.'s

assertion that your son

got his marijuana from you?

And that you have ties

to organized crime?

What is this

amateur night bullshit?

This isn't an interrogation,

all right?

I'm a taxpayer

and I'm a citizen.

And you are a jerk-off.

Did I tell you that?

TIKO:
Come on, Johnny, I don't

let fiend jump in the alley.

If you don't give me

f***ing 12 reps,

I'm f***ing your mom

and your girl.

FRANKIE:
Tell him, Tiko!

What'd you say?

I couldn't hear you.

You say you want

to suck my cock, right?

First you got to grow one.

JOHNNY:
Sh*t, my dick's

so big it's got a knee.

(LAUGHING)

TIKO:
Five foot three,

hung like a flea.

F***, it's hot

out there.

What are you doing, Elvis?

Is it dark outside?

- What?

- I'm paying you

for a full day, right?

I've been here

since 10:
00 this morning.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

F*** that sh*t.

I asked you a question.

Do you see

the f***ing moon, Elvis?

- It's definitely daylight.

- I'll show you my moon.

Johnny, I did everything

that you said.

The house is clean. I went

to the store. There's food

and beer in the fridge.

The wash is done. Adolf's fed.

The grass is cut.

It's all done, man.

Well, I guess

you shouldn't have

finished so fast, huh?

Shut the f*** up.

- Never mind that.

Never mind that.

- Shut the f*** up!

Get back to f***ing work.

You want sh*t to do?

Go wash the floors.

Scrub out the toilets.

Or better yet,

pick up all the dog sh*t

in the backyard.

And if you finish too fast,

dump it out...

ALL:
And pick it

back up again.

- Party's over, man.

- Shut the f*** up, Pick.

FRANKIE:
I can get you

a pooper scooper.

PICK:
Why are you so touchy?

- That's messed up, man.

- JOHNNY:
What?

When am I going

to get my money, Elvis? When?

I told you.

I get my check on Thursday.

All right. Well,

how much is the check?

I don't know.

It depends on the hours.

Well, how many hours

did you work, b*tch?

I can't remember.

F***ing deadbeat, man.

Go on,

get the f*** out of here.

The walk of shame.

The walk of shame, man.

Yo! What up, little B?

- What up, B?

- It's 911.

$8,500.

All of it, huh?

- Surprise, surprise.

- Yeah.

Okay.

So?

So I got this guy.

He wants five.

Plus my regular two.

So I figure

I'm going to need seven.

I don't know, B. I don't...

I don't like having

that much sh*t out.

I'm going to see my guy

on Monday and I'll clear you

right out, man.

He's good for it, Johnny.

You don't need to tell him

I'm good for it, man.

I'm not looking

for any f***ing favors, J.T.

If it makes sense, do it.

If not, f*** it.

All right.

We'll try it.

Where are you going, right?

TIKO:
That's what

I'm talking about.

But come Friday,

I don't want to hear

any f***ing stories.

You won't.

SONNY:
Be ready, be ready.

Soft hands, right?

Soft hands.

Nice. Nice.

That's major league stuff

right there, baby.

Grab a bat,

and I'll throw you a couple.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What do you say, Tarzan?

I need seven.

Seven?

- Seven? Who?

- Bobby "911".

Yeah? Well,

we could put together.

I don't want

to get picked off.

All right.

- You know where he's been?

- Yeah.

I mean, I don't know,

but it feels good.

All right.

It's on you anyway, right?

It always is, Pop.

Hey, look at this kid.

How handsome he is.

Look at this!

You must be

knocking them dead.

You knocking them dead?

No. Let go of me.

So, what are you

doing tonight?

You chasing tail?

No, I'm just chilling.

On a Friday night?

- Sonny?

- I know. I know.

Don't make me wonder

about you, kid. You sound

like half a f***ing fag.

- Always had my suspicions.

- Just make the f***ing call.

Wait a minute.

Remember what I told you.

Men are not supposed to be

monopolous. It's in our nature

to spread the seed.

Yeah, very poetic.

Come on. Come on.

Angela's a nice girl and all,

but you got to plow

some f***ing fields!

Did you hear me,

you f***ing fruitcake?

Come on, buddy.

- He's a great kid.

- Yeah, he is.

Hello?

Hey!

We didn't expect

to see you. Come on in.

- Hi. You hungry?

- Yeah.

There's plenty of food.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I like your hair, Jakey.

- Thank you.

- You look handsome

with a little hair.

- Thank you.

- What's going on

with the job?

- Lot of sales. Really busy.

Just, everything's going

really great.

How's your mother?

Wonderful, thank you.

- Tell her I said hello.

- I'll do...

- And Wanda?

- She's fine.

Could I talk to you

for a second?

Yeah, sure.

Excuse us.

I need to borrow money.

I thought we talked

about this.

Yeah.

You haven't paid me back

for the last time.

I know. I'm sorry. I...

It's not the money.

You know that,

don't you, Son?

I just can't keep

bailing you out all the time.

I know, man!

I mean, do you...

Do you think I'd f***ing

be here if this wasn't

the last stop on earth?

How much?

800 bucks.

Hey.

- What's going on?

- Jake wants to borrow money.

How many times are we

going to do this, Butch?

Kid comes in here

stoned out of his mind,

and you keep throwing money

at him because you don't

want to deal with it.

I'm working! I have a job.

- I'll pay you back.

- No.

No, I can't do it, Son.

Right. Sorry to interrupt.

Go back to your

perfect little family.

- That's not fair.

- Don't f***ing touch me!

Hey. Can I come with you?

No, kid, not tonight.

I got some sh*t to do.

Okay.

Yeah.

You okay? You all right?

Yeah.

- Okay, well, page me later.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

- I love you.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(ALL CHATTERING)

(GUN FIRING)

Punk-ass b*tches.

(LAUGHING)

Look at these

f***ing wannabe motherfuckers

with their f***ing guns

and their f***ing gold chains.

They got nothing!

They're worthless!

The only thing these

motherfuckers are shooting

are music videos, dawg.

- That's what I'm saying.

- That's what I'm saying.

That's what

I've been saying all along.

That's what

I'm talking about.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

- Now I'm feeling it.

- Now I'm feeling it.

Now I'm feeling it, b*tches.

You don't want that sh*t.

No!

You don't want that sh*t.

You don't want that sh*t.

BOBBY:
Go, Elvis!

Dance, b*tch!

TIKO:
You want to call me out?

You want to call me out? Okay.

Yeah, I want to call you out.

- I want to call you out.

- I want to call you out.

MAN 1:
Oh, that is so nasty!

MAN 2:
Hey, you know

he has herpes, right?

Bring it on!

I'm f***ing high, dawg.

I can't even... I can't even

see you right now.

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