Harsh Times Page #2

That's my sh*t!

F***.

(laughing)

Outstanding.

Out-f***ing-standing.

That sh*t was slick.

That motherf***er

just got schooled.

B*tch-ass cholo.

- Check this sh*t out, huh?

- Yeah.

Nice motherfucking haul.

You see that sh*t, huh?

Mm. It's not laced either.

Smell that sh*t.

Smell that motherfucking sh*t.

We just burned my car.

We go back there,

we're gonna get shot.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Man, bust that light.

Roll that sh*t up.

Yeah, yeah, Cool.

Yo, let's drop off

some resums first.

Then we'll smoke out, dude.

Some resums.

Yeah.

Ah, man, fresh air.

Look.

Oh! They're

dropped off, man.

You f***ing a**hole, man.

I got to get

a f***ing job, man.

What's your problem, man?

What the f*** are

you doing, d*ckhead.

Yo, Mike, first day looking--

nobody ever gets a job

their first day looking.

Come on, don't

sweat it, man.

Hey, I can't

f*** around tomorrow.

I got to get a job for sure.

This is your job, man.

So act like a f***ing

professional,

spark up the goods, 'cause we

got a lot of work to do.

It's harsh. It's good, though.

You okay?

How are those lungs, baby?

There it is.

That magic feeling.

Damn, look at that b*tch.

Oh, damn.

F***, yeah.

She's f***ing good.

I bet she got skills.

I want to get laid.

You just saw your woman.

Only hit her once, man.

We can't go nowhere alone.

They got me sleeping in the car.

Family's got that ass

under guard, huh?

Lock and key.

F***, I want to get laid.

Pay a visit

to my harem, huh?

Online, pornmeister.

Uh-uh, let's go

to Letty's pad, man.

How much you want to bet

I hit it.

- She won't, dog.

- How much you want to bet?

She won't give you sh*t, dog.

You big time

f***ed her over.

Aw, man, I popped that poodahey.

I got that mind control, man.

How much you want to bet

I get back up in it?

You ain't got 20 bucks.

So, neither do you, man.

Come on, shake on that sh*t.

Come on.

What the f***, let's go.

(knocking)

I got it.

What's up, Patty?

- Y tu hermana?

- She ain't here.

Y sabes que?

You're not welcome

in this house.

Sure, Patty.

I'd love to come in.

Thank you.

Are they here?

You're looking fine,

as f***, chulas.

Don't... don't touch

me, please.

Hey, hey.

You got to get out of here.

Letty...

I just wanted

to see you again.

Hey, Patty, you want to grab

me a pisto or something?

I ain't grabbing you sh*t.

Oh, you still got

a mouth, huh?

Maybe one day you'll learn

how to keep it shut.

Laters. I'm going to my room.

You know you have to run

his ass out of here.

Baby.

Let's sit down.

No, no, no.

So, um...

You a cop yet?

I'm working on it.

Y tu?

Que andas haciendo?

Well, you know, I'm going

to L.A. Trade Tech.

It's good you're doing

positive sh*t.

What, after everything

I don't get a kiss?

It's because of everything

you can't get a kiss.

Oh, come on, come here.

Yeah.

Don't.

Jim, I got a boyfriend.

Who?

Flaco.

You're back with that

piece of sh*t after

what he did, Letty?

You're not f***ing him, are you?

Please tell me no.

Yes. So... just go.

'Cause there's nothing

here for you, Jim.

See?

Okay?

I don't believe

this sh*t, Letty.

You're too good for that.

(car horn blaring)

You gotta go.

Go. Please!

Let me talk to them.

No, Jim, don't

be stupid. Please.

Okay? Largate. Just go.

I guess it's later days.

Largate. Just go!

Flaco, the pinchi guero's here!

Apuarte, Jim!

Hurry up!

- F*** him up!

- I got him!

F***ing white boy!

What's up, f*ggot?!

We're going to f*** you up!

(all shouting)

Yo! pop the trunk

so I can handle this sh*t!

F*** you, puto!

I'll bust you!

Leave him alone!

Pop the f***ing trunk!

(grunting)

Jim!

(gunshot)

Oh, you f***ed up!

Get your f***ing knees

down on the curb now!

Get the f***

over there, man!

Don't f***ing move unless you

want your brains hanging out!

What's your problem, Flaco?

Motherf***er!

F***ing knees on the curb, man!

That's right!

Interlock your fingers

behind your heads, Flaco!

You deaf f***!

Yo, Mike.

Yeah?

Do up their ride.

Freeze, b*tch!

I'm going to take that big ass

of yours home,

hit it for a minute, you know?

F*** off!

Now you got it.

Yo, relax, homie.

You break Letty's heart,

I'm coming for your mom.

F***!

Hey, haina.

Whoo!

F*** off!

Oh, yeah?

What you got down here?

(whistles):

Oh...

Liking that.

Damn! Those are

badass kicks, dog.

Lucky you got little b*tch feet,

else I'd be stomping around

in them motherfuckers.

- F*** you, puto.

- Huh?

- Yeah. F*** you.

- Yes?

You f***ing stay still!

B*tches! If you didn't have

that f***ing gun,

ese, it wouldn't

be about sh*t, homie.

Not f***ing sh*t!

Hey, later, Patty!

I hope you're not

pregnant, but you know

you wanted me to blow in you.

F*** you!

Bye, Letty!

Salud.

Salud.

Divvy up the bounty, dude.

I know you got some cash.

I know I got more than that.

Yeah. Here we go.

Sh*t.

That's my p*ssy

she's giving away there.

Homeboy uses extra large.

Man, that's it?

Next time,

jack someone with a job.

Well, f*** you.

What did you get, their lunch?

Check it out.

Holy sh*t.

You're kidding me.

Whoo! It's a f***ing

Ruger P-94. Nine millimeter.

It's a good f***ing gun.

Durable.

It's brand-new.

It's a BB gun.

Yeah. Cool.

Here you go, dog.

About time you got a cohete.

No. I don't want it.

Why the f*** not? I'll use it.

That's a good reason. Sell it.

How much you think

we can get for the gun?

Two bills, maybe three.

Costs six new.

We'll sell it

and split the greenery.

You sure?

It's cool, dude.

Good BB gun though.

Shoot some birds and sh*t.

Hey, put that sh*t away.

Looks real as hell.

Not a bad day's work.

Get down to business though.

I know you didn't get any.

So pay up, motherf***er.

Dick.

Hello. This is a message

for Michael Alonzo.

This is Bob Luell

at the Palm Glen Group.

We have reviewed your resum,

and would like

to make an appointment

for later in the week.

Please call me at your

earliest convenience.

Thank you.

Huh? That's good.

One more? This is fun.

Sounded a little gay,

but it was good.

No, no, no. no.

That's it, dude. That's it.

I get too many callbacks,

Sylvia's going

to get suspicious.

Oh, Sylvia's going

to be kissing your ass.

Not if she

recognizes your voice.

Oh, she won't. Here, sir.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm cool.

- Come on.

- I'm cool.

I want to get home before the

little woman and sober up.

Come on, bro. One brew.

All right, but hey,

I got to look for a job

tomorrow for sure.

Okay? I can't

be getting f***ed up

behind Sylvia's back

when I'm supposed

to be looking

for work, man.

Not cool.

Tomorrow, for sure.

I got to find a job, too.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. That is correct.

Six years.

Honorably discharged.

Yes, sir.

I would love to.

Believe me, I would

welcome the opportunity.

Tomorrow

is not a problem.

Thank you, sir.

You have a good day, too.

Good-bye, sir.

That was the man, huh?

You're all "Sir,

sir, sir."

Yes! F***ing yes! Thank God!

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