Harsh Times Page #7

Whoa, I'm straight, bro.

Yo, guys, we got

to party tonight, you know?

Go clubbin' or something.

I got a better idea.

What?

Here, sir.

Let's go to Mexico.

Mexico?!

- Yeah.

- I'm in.

(all talking)

Only fags like that...

Because you're a little f*ggot.

I don't get it,

too much f***ing hills.

Right, right.

Dude, yo, dude, stay back boy,

stay back.

Motherf***er's got to ask

permission.

F*** you, all right?

Let me tell

you something.

I am a grown motherfucking man,

all right?

I'm going to tell her

the good news,

make up, grab my sh*t

and we are out.

REPORTER:

Lines, lines, and more lines.

For many passengers

traveling through LAX,

the waiting has become

unbearable.

It's hit or miss,

you can't predict it...

Excuse me, you're not

made out of glass.

I'm made out of me.

You're drunk.

I'm celebrating, baby.

What, another wasted day?

Here.

...security since 9-11,

but that's true everywhere.

...and still a recent study shows

the wait at LAX

is the third longest

in the world...

This is a good company.

They make all

the new condos downtown.

How much?

$12 an hour.

Plus their MIS guy

is leaving in three months.

I'm going to update

my certifications

and take his job over.

Then I'll make bank.

Such an a**hole.

What? Why?

This sh*t is real.

This is a great job,

the pay is outstanding

and it's a great opportunity

for me to do what I want to do.

I know.

It's so... it's so Mike,

you know.

You can't just go out

and get a shitty job.

You gotta... you gotta get a...

A dream job?

Yeah, a dream job.

Well, why shouldn't your

dream guy have a dream job?

...the ambitious plans

of many opponents

on the County Board

of Supervisors...

(chuckles)

Come here, I have a job for you.

# Da-da-da-da, doo-rup #

# Da-da-da-da.

doo-rup. #

What the f***

is taking so long?

I knew this

sh*t would happen.

She hates my ass.

She's not going

to let him go.

Go knock.

Dude, go knock.

Bro, drag his f***ing

ass out of there.

(chuckles)

Yo, Miguel.

Hey.

Mike, hurry up.

(door opening)

Hey.

Yo, what the f***

are you doing?

Come on, dude.

Dog, I'm tearin'

it up, man.

I'm hittin' it, bro.

It's been a few days.

You guys just go ahead, man.

I'm gonna chill.

What?

I'm just gonna kick it here

with the woman.

You said you'd go, man.

Your woman's in your head.

That's wrong.

She's got your nuts, bro.

Dog, dog...

Sylvia's all happy 'cause I

got a job, all right, dude?

She wants us to

f***in' chill together.

Man, that girl put

the zap on your head.

This is our last

chance to hang.

- You're like my brother.

- Yeah.

You're all I got.

You're gonna dog me like that?

I ain't no f***ing do...

How are you, baby?

Hey, Sylvia, he's

going to Mexico.

No, he isn't, Jim.

Yes, he is.

I'm joining the feds. I'm gone,

I'm out of here next week.

The least

you can do

is let my best friend

see me off.

Baby, it's not safe.

All you're going

to do is drink.

Aw, f***, man.

Mike, come on.

Come on, f***, man!

Come on,

you promised.

You promised, man.

Yo... I promised,

Sylvia, okay?

Mike, you're not

going to Mexico.

What?

You're not going.

I'm not your f***ing

puppet, Sylvia.

All right, you know what,

do what you want.

But I'm not going to be

here when you get back.

That's f***ed up.

Why you got to lay

that bullshit on him?

Because I don't want him

going with you, Jim.

You're f***ing nuts.

You're crazy

and you're dangerous,

and my biggest nightmare

is you with a f***ing badge.

You're the last person

who should have one.

Yeah?

Yeah.

That's not bullshit,

it's the truth.

F*** this!

Whoa, wait.

Whatever, man.

F***in' thanks, homie!

Yeah, laters.

Bye.

Yo, yo.

I'm going.

I gotta go.

Get the f*** out

of here, go!

Go!

F*** this sh*t, man.

Good night, Sylvia.

Kiss my ass, Jim.

Oh, any time, sellout.

Oh, you going to be happy

once he's dead? Huh?

Hey, Toussaint.

I heard the battle, man.

Yo, your lady didn't

want you going, huh?

No, but I'm going.

- Hell, yeah.

- Sh*t.

- I'm a motherfucking man.

- That's right.

Sh*t. I walk

the Earth at will.

- Damn right.

- I do whatever the f*** I want.

You know, we're men, right?

- We're men, right?

- That's right.

That's what we do, right?

Amen. And don't worry--

home girl will be right there

waiting when you get back.

You're right. You're right.

She wouldn't play

that sh*t like that.

Sh*t, I got a f***ing job

for real.

You did.

Plus you're my homie, dog.

You're my homie.

You're going to go f***ing

do your thing

- and this is it.

- No, sh*t, dude.

Yo, we're all dogs.

I got you guys

back, man.

No doubt,

no doubt.

It's just going to be

f***ing cool, yo.

I got a job,

you got a job.

Sh*t, I got some bud.

- We got some smokes.

- We got some

- motherfucking money.

- We are on a mission.

Let's get our heads together

so we can achieve our objective

in a timely manner.

Let's get deployed, people.

(all yelling)

(Native American war chant)

##

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Rise and f***ing shine.

Come on, ladies.

Chow time.

Chow's getting cold.

MIKE:
Oh, what the f***, Jim?

Chill, dude.

Dude, where are we?

Family, man.

Damn!

It's a shizzack...

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's a home, all right?

Respect, bro.

Straighten up, fellas.

My old lady, Marta.

Hola.

Mike.

Hola, mucho gusto.

Hola, Mike.

Toussaint.

Hola. Hola. Hola.

Hola. Marisa.

Buenos dias. Mi mama.

Mucho gusto. Marta's mom.

Buenos dias.

Vicki.

Vicki.

La prima, esa es mi prima.

Mucho gusto.

Mucho gusto. Mike. Vicki.

Toussaint.

Vicki.

Okay.

(chuckles)

Hey, grab yourselves a rock.

S, por favor, sientense.

(dog barks in distance)

MARTA:

Vicki?

Caf, quieren caf?

S, caf, por favor.

Vicki, andale.

Tranquila, baby.

(laughs)

Mama!

Yeah, w-what's

she saying, dude?

Oh, they... they

think you're cool.

Oh, sweet.

Aqu tienes. Gracias.

- Caliente.

- (whispers):
Thank you.

Dude...

Marta's fine as f***, bro.

Hey, hey, hey...

I'm just saying, dude.

You need to marry her, bro.

If you don't,

you're a fool.

Que dice?

Oh...

- Oh, that sh*t's good, man.

- (Spanish rock song plays)

No sh*t, you know they got that

good f***ing weed from here.

That's what I want.

Some of that good sh*t.

You know where some fields

are or something, Jim?

Yeah, that's not... I want to

see, like, where they grow it.

You know, and then maybe

they'll let us go out

and, like, pick some.

You know, pick some of

that really good weed.

##

(sighs)

Sh*t.

(cawing)

MIKE:

Toussaint?

(chuckles)

This is nice.

This is beautiful, man.

Dog, you see this?

Here.

Mmm...

Beautiful...

Man!

Mmm!

When the hell'd you get

all the pistos, dog?

Mexico, man.

It's magic.

(chuckles)

(cawing)

TOUSSAINT:

He bleed?

JIM:

Like a stuffed pig.

(Toussaint sighs)

How'd Letty know you were

tearing up her sister?

That f***in' b*tch Patti, right?

- Ah...

- I took her to dinner.

Took her for a cruise

up to Malibu, you know?

Got up all in it.

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