Grow House Page #7

- so I thought this would be...

- Here?

Yeah here... the perfect

time to come introduce myself.

Hi, I'm Madison.

Hey. Pat.

Nice to meet you.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. I'm great.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah!

Your friend.

- You sure?

- Yeah, positive.

Well what... is your friend okay?

Oh yeah. They in love.

They been arguing all day,

he just laid down on the ground.

He was like, "I don't wanna talk to you."

Are you okay? You seem a little nervous.

'Cause you came over here

all late and I get scared.

- Okay.

- Nice meetin' you!

Another time, promise. I'll talk

to you in, like, the daytime.

I'm a daytime person.

Okay.

He's gone, man.

He gone? Gone where?

It's unbelievable, man.

He's definitely dead.

What?

Amazing.

Amazing?

Why when something tragic happen

white people try and make it sound cool?

It's not amazing that my friend is dead!

No, I mean it can be tragic and amazing.

This... It's...

I get it. I know what

you're going through, man.

I mean, this is the third one.

What'd you say?

Two...

Two other guys died the same way.

- Like this?

- Mhmm.

You said it was safe! You said it was safe!

We don't have time for this, man!

I mean, he's gonna start decomposing soon.

Decomposing?

Yeah, he's gonna start rotting...

smell up our grow house.

Our grow house? Ain't

no more damn grow house.

Alright? My friend's laying here dead.

Now shut up and let me think.

Look man. Thinking isn't gonna

bring him back to life, okay.

We gotta...

Look, his little hands are all balled up.

It's rigormortis.

No they were always balled up like that.

We gotta bury him.

Don't you touch him! Don't touch him!

- We have...

- Don't you touch him.

We're not burying him.

Okay, we'll take it slow. Let's uh...

I'm gonna say a little prayer.

For Darius.

A fallen comrade who

died too young, too short,

small in stature but...

big in spirit.

A great man.

A man who... whose heart

was much bigger than his body.

He stood for the betterment of pot for all.

This goes to you, buddy. Wherever you are.

Oh my... God?

God? Is that God? God?

What is it? Yes, my son?

Oh, Darius. My son.

Am I dead?

So that means I'm dead. I'm dead?

Now thou shall have known it was janky

when thou seeneth them jumper cables.

What the hell was you thinkin', boy?

So is that a yes? 'Cause you confused me.

Not exactly. I'm thinking about it though.

I mean, you got potential but,

you gotta stop labor trickin'

and go out there and

pursue your dreams, my son.

You know about that too?

I know about everything.

Even things that no one else knows about.

Like your big grown ass

having a gangsta mix tape.

You know, you too old for that, boy.

So you saying I should

pursue my music career?

Hell no!

There's too many people out there

downloading music illegally anyway.

And I know who all y'all are.

I'mma deal with you later. Believe that.

CHRIS:
Pat.

- Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat...

- What?

- Look.

- Darius!

Darius! What happened?

I smoked,

then I blew it out,

and then he started coming back to life.

So blow some more smoke!

But I do like what you're doin'

on the front lines of this cannabis battle.

I put weed here for you to enjoy.

And for those who need it.

Keep fightin' the good fight.

Now go back, my son.

PAT:
Darius!

D, get up!

I smell weed.

- That's this weed.

- Yeah!

I brought him back to life!

You back, man! You back!

Aw sh*t! We're back in business.

Is that all that matters to you? Business?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Okay.

I'm just glad you're okay,

man. You're my friend.

Oh man! D!

Rabbit's foot did it again.

You gonna believe.

I guess it did, man.

- It did.

- I really think it was the weed.

- So did it work?

- The rabbit's foot?

No. The electricity.

I forgot to tell you that after

you hit that main switch off,

there's a little bit of

zip left in the lines.

I went ahead and connected those wires

so that that doesn't happen again.

Thank you now.

Yeah, no problem.

So I guess we back on track.

Don't do that.

You sure you good?

A little.

Alright that's good, man. Okay.

Step five:
Electricity, lights,

and fan installations. Done.

Step six:
Feeding systems,

reservoirs, and tubing connected.

Done.

All we gotta do now is we

gotta set up the filters,

then we gotta pick up the

plants and bring 'em in.

When you guys come here in the morning

we should be all up and running.

Alright. Lemme hit that blunt.

I think I need that right now.

My friend was just dead and now he's back.

Y'know, life is good!

I wouldn't be mad if I saw

another jumper cable ever again in my life.

Sh*t!

You didn't crank that sh*t up, did you?

No, not yet. Is it working?

If I... wait till I say crank it up.

- Now?

- Hold on!

Ain't feelin' to get electrocuted again.

Alright try it now.

(engine starts)

Yes! Thank you, baby!

- Finally!

- Can I do it?

- Yes.

- Can I do it?

Stop it.

Alright I'm about to head

over to the Bel-Air house

and get started on this work.

Okay listen, I got all that stuff

that you checked off on the list

but my boss wants to know

like what's the estimated time

you think that the house is gonna be ready?

Well we just finished doing the

general cleanup and sh*t, so...

I guess once the sink come in

we can get started with everything else.

But that's gonna take about ten weeks.

Ten weeks? Baby that's a long time!

Sh*t gotta get shipped in,

and mailed in, that take about...

That's six weeks in itself.

- God. Alright well I'll let him know.

- (phone buzzes)

It should be done in mid-April though.

I am so happy you fixed

the van for me, baby.

What you gonna do for it though?

Oh God. You know it's going to

help a special person, right?

I know that.

- Alright.

- You are so amazing.

Listen, I'm gonna have somebody

come later and pick up the van.

- Alright?

- Alright cool.

I gotta go to the... office real

quick for a fast meeting at work.

Bye baby. Gotta go.

Well if it isn't ratchet and the tramp.

Your booty getting bigger.

You just gonna ignore my phone call, nigga?

Give me a ride, man.

PAT:
F*** them, we ain't scared of him.

Go, nigga!

Keep runnin! Keep runnin!

- You good, man.

- Hurry up, man.

- We lost them niggas.

- No we didn't.

We were in a high speed

chase with a wheelchair.

He almost caught us, man.

He almost caught you.

So what if he woulda jumped on us, man?

You weren't gonna help me?

You want me to jump on a

handicapped dude with you?

Ain't nothing wrong with him, man.

Anyway, I seen you get your

little labor trickin' kiss.

You know what you can kiss?

My whole ass.

Oh sh*t there, mammy. One of

your lyrics from your mix-tape.

Which one?

I told you 'bout kissin'

But you wouldn't listen

Yeah, I remember that sh*t.

Look man, last night when you was dead,

that bad chick we seen

jogging came by the crib.

Rang the doorbell. Said

she heard an explosion.

What'd you do? You ain't...

What you talking 'bout?

You ain't bust none.

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