Good Time Page #5
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- Year:
- 2017
- 101 min
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-Listen! Stop it!
-Get the f*** off me!
- Shut up! Shut up!
- Ow!
Ow, my f***ing arm!
Ow! My f***ing hand
and handcuff!
-Shut up!
-Ow!
- Get the f*** off me!
- Stop yelling!
-Shut up!
-My whole f***ing body hurts.
Yo, C, can you get some
painkillers, please?
You do
this sh*t to me, bro?
Now! Now!
Did you do
this sh*t to me?
Shut the f*** up.
If you wake the grandma,
I swear to God
I'll f*** you up.
What f***ing grandma?
You're in an old lady's
house in Rego Park.
-Are you gonna stay quiet?
-How the f*** did I
-get here, bro?
-Calm down.
-Calm down.
-F***. All right.
Get off. I'm calm.
-All right. Calm down.
-All right.
So get the f*** off.
Thank you.
-Yo, take these.
-What the f*** is that?
- What is it?
- Oxys.
Take it. Take it.
They'll make you feel better.
Are you gonna stay calm?
Can you leave
us alone, please?
Dude,
why do I have handcuffs?
Just go
down to your room.
Shut the door. Shut the door.
Close the door!
- F***!
- I swear to God,
if you wake up
the grandmother,
-I'll f*** you up!
-Yeah, yeah.
I heard you, bro.
-God damn it.
-Are you gonna stay calm?
Yeah, yeah, I'm calm.
F***.
Christ, man.
What the f*** is going on?
Why am I in handcuffs?
You were handcuffed
to a stretcher in a hospital.
-That's all I know.
-Hospital?
Yeah.
There was a cop
outside your room.
- What?
- I f***ed up.
I don't know what to tell you.
I don't know what to tell you.
There was a cop outside your
room and you're the wrong guy.
Well, what the f***
am I going to do?
You can do whatever
the f*** you want to do.
What you can't do
is f*** my sh*t up.
thrown out. Okay?
All right, well listen.
Get me a phone, man.
I gotta make some phone calls.
I don't have a f***ing phone.
Well, go get one
from that f***ing girl then.
All right.
We need to go back
to the hospital.
Is your brother okay?
That's not my brother.
The hospital f***ed up.
Who is that upstairs?
I don't know who it is.
The hospital f***ed up.
It's not my fault.
Does the car
-in the driveway work?
-Yeah.
Do you know
where the keys are?
No.
Well, where could they be?
Can we just go
and look for them quickly?
Hurry up, get some sh*t on
and go find the keys.
F***, man.
Don't be confused.
It's just gonna
make it worse for me.
F***.
Yo, yo!
What?
I'm leaving.
-Let's go.
-Can I get a ride?
Yeah. Whatever.
I gotta make
a phone call, too, bro.
-Please.
-Fine, fine.
Just don't say anything stupid
in front of her.
I won't say nothing stupid.
And clean that sh*t
off your face.
What the f*** do you think
I'm trying to do here?
-You're gonna scare her.
-Get me that phone!
F***, man.
Oh, sh*t!
Oh, it's probably
just some bullshit.
Hey, Ron, it's me.
Listen, I'll explain later.
Are you with Mom right now?
All right, listen.
Is there anybody else in the
room with you right now?
Oh, f***.
Listen, listen, when I get
off the phone with you,
you gotta pretend
like you just got
off the phone
with one of your friends
or something, all right?
All right,
it's really important.
I gotta call you back later
from a different phone.
I'll explain everything.
All right?
All right, I love you, bro.
Bye.
Whoa, whoa.
Why are we going back
to the hospital for?
I thought that's
where you wanted to go.
Are you f***ing crazy?
All right.
I'm gonna drop you off
at that White Castle.
I gotta get something
for my brother, anyway.
Yo, could you run in and get
a number 5 six-piece
chicken thing?
All right.
Get me something too.
I'm starving.
Just a couple sliders, please.
Go ahead.
Give me my phone.
-Here.
-No, no, leave that in here.
I wanna use it.
All right, bro. She's gone.
Let's get the f*** out of
here! Let's f***ing book it.
Driving around
in a stolen car?
Don't be a f***ing idiot.
We're waiting for her here.
in the car, too, then, man.
Because you've seen
how it is back there.
All those f***ing cops.
And there's f***ing cops
at my house. I don't think
you understand, bro.
I just got out
of prison yesterday.
I'm on f***ing parole.
I'm f***ed.
I'm gonna end up back in jail.
I am not going back to jail!
And these f***ing pills
aren't doing sh*t.
Man, this is all
a bunch of f***ing
bullshit, man!
Shut the f*** up.
I'm trying to think.
Okay?
What do you think
I'm trying to do?
I'm trying to f***ing
figure out my sh*t, too.
I don't know what the f***
I'm going to do.
I don't remember half the sh*t
that went on yesterday.
I don't know if I ended up
in the hospital first.
Or the precinct first.
I don't know
if they got my fingerprints.
I don't know
what the f*** is going on.
And I don't remember
half of it
because I was so
goddamned f***ed up!
I remember being
dropped off by a bus.
The jail releases me,
the bus drops me off
right in front of
I mean, after doing
two years in jail,
what the f*** do you think
is gonna happen, man?
I'm gonna want
a f***ing drink.
Right away I'm getting
a bottle of brandy.
I'm already practically broke,
with the little money
that was left in my account.
So I call my boy, Caliph.
He comes through
with some more liquor.
Your boy's home, man.
And some sticks of Xanax.
My brother!
He takes some sticks.
I take some sticks.
And by now,
we're all f***ed up.
And I'm just feeling so good
that I don't even give a f***.
So we both walk over
to his boy Trevor's house.
This guy who has
this hustle going
where he moves acid
for this guy in the Bronx
to this other guy
in Long Island.
But what they do is,
they skim a couple
of sheets off the top,
you know, so they could
have some money
on the side for themselves
before they make the delivery.
Yo, Bells, Belvis,
how much was that?
Yo, son, hook me up, son.
Finish her. You're a
three-minute man anyway.
F***, let me do my thing, man.
So I ride with him
to Long Island,
and I'm thinking
the whole time
this PO's gonna
read me the riot act,
'cause I'm f***ing up already,
but, I mean...
I'm feeling so great,
and I'm f***ed up.
And I just don't give a f***.
I'm celebrating.
I'm not gonna spill it.
Yo, how much
is this sh*t worth?
So I'm at the arcade
with Trevor now.
You know, we're doing
our thing, hustling acid.
And, you know,
we take over this place.
Like it's our f***ing office.
Once in a while
someone will show up
and we'll make a sale,
you know.
Make a sale here.
Make a sale there.
Twenty? You know...
Take that sh*t
and get high, baby boy.
A little stronger
than last time, I hope.
But then,
one of Trevor's friends,
And he's all f***ed up.
And he's talking about
how he just robbed some
Radio Shack down the street.
Look, check this out.
At this point,
the acid's kicking in for me,
so I can't follow this sh*t.
I'm having a hard time
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