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Why were you downtown... there?

What about your real life...

something to challenge you?

You know, you've always

been into art...

and I thought that maybe

we could do something...

Hey, Mom, listen.

I'm sorry...

if I've been stressing

you out lately. It's...

- Oh, baby.

- I'm OK...

I'll be back.

I love you.

What the f*** you doing here?

Look, we need to talk.

Can we just go...

Hey, whoa, stop.

Stop. Hey! Stop it.

Can you talk to me for a minute?

What the f*** you playin'?

What you want, gabacha?

Why did you do that to us

last night?

Do what?

Huh? We did exactly

what you wanted us to do.

You wanted in 16th Street,

and you didn't f***in' make it.

Hold it. You think

that Emily wanted that?

Who? Emily?

Yeah. Yeah, you know...

Emily. Cul es Emily?

Ohh, s, la chiquita,

la putita, huh?

Yeah, yeah,

the one who got drunk...

and played us

like a f***in' punk, huh?

No, no, no.

OK, she wasn't playing.

All right?

That wasn't a game to her.

Bullshit! Everything's

a f***in' game to you two!

You know what?

You don't know me, OK?

You don't know sh*t about me!

Oh...

that's where

you're wrong, girl.

I know everything about you.

Yeah, I can see

right through you.

Everything to you

is a f***in' game.

You ain't real.

That's not true.

Oh, it's true.

You ain't real.

I'm real, right?

There ain't nothin' real

about you.

Your talk ain't real,

your walk ain't real...

the way you dress ain't real.

You don't even copy 'em

from the real thing.

You f***in' get it from the TV.

Hector.

Momentito.

What you thought?

You thought I was in love

with you or something?

Heh.

Is that what it is?

Huh?

I don't know where you belong,

but it ain't here, girl.

Fine.

That's the guy.

That's definitely the guy. Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah.

Do you know this guy?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Yo. Come on.

Come on. We got to talk.

You want to tell me

what happened to Emily?

What the f***

were you guys doing...

in some hotel room in the slums

with another crew?

Shut up.

Alli, you f***in' hear me?

I'm talkin' to you.

Talk to me! Come on!

F*** off.

Yo, I ain't gonna let

this sh*t slide, Alli.

You're out the P.L.C.!

Mr. Shapiro, we're here

to investigate a gang rape.

We just want to talk to her.

Detective,

Allison knows nothing about it.

Her friend has been raped.

Allison was in the next room.

We just want cooperation...

in identifying the man

who violated her friend.

I can't believe you think

that Emily was raped...

and I hung out and watched.

Alli, let Robert handle this.

Detective, Alli can't be

of any use to you.

She didn't see anything.

She can't identify anyone.

This is insane.

I don't know anything

about a rape.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm not supposed

to talk to you.

Yeah?

Well, I mean,

it's just that what happened...

was almost, uh...

I mean, I think they took

advantage of me or something.

They, like, slipped me something.

Like, a roofie or something.

Yeah, maybe.

I wanted them to stop.

You were there.

You were my witness.

Mm-hmm.

I can't believe

I did that, Alli.

Oh, God. We both did it.

OK? We both did it.

I'm so sorry.

So, what now?

You've got to tell

the detectives what happened...

what they did to me.

Em?

Those little b*tches are gonna

testify against Hector...

and put his ass away, homeboy.

What do you want to do, ese?

Go after them.

Hit 'em up, shut 'em up.

rale. Vamos.

Sweetheart?

I owe you an apology.

We talked to the Rubins,

and they told us what happened.

- They did?

- Yeah.

Ohh, thank God.

I told Emily yesterday.

I said th-th-that

I hoped that she would say...

Nobody blames you.

Emily got isolated in another room

where she got attacked.

What?

You kids had been drinking.

They realize that

you didn't see anything.

They don't even need

your testimony.

We made sure of that.

They're gonna press charges?

Yes, of course, but you don't

need to be involved.

But...

but they... they didn't.

We were the ones...

I know you're relieved, honey.

I know.

Let it all out.

Qu pasa, homes?

Hey, yo, camera boy.

Say something, boy!

Say something!

P*ssy.

Hey, T. Hey, my pops

took out an alligator...

with this gauge right here.

He was, like... boom!

For real, dawg.

This is some serious sh*t.

This is seriously illegal.

You're not gonna want

to be taking film...

Son, you better

turn that sh*t on.

You hear me? Our life

is a f***in' film, dawg.

We a f***in' film.

You the f***in' filmmaker.

We 'bout to mount up.

We 'bout to pay back.

That's why you with

the P.L.C., dawg.

Ain't no 16th Street punk

gonna be corrupting my goddess!

Yo, I would die for that girl.

And I will kill for her.

That's my word.

This is for you, girl!

How do I look?

How do I look? Huh?

Huh? You gonna see me

comin' right at you!

Right up in

your f***in' face, dawg!

That's right!

That's right.

That's for real, dawg.

That's real.

Dnde vas, vato?

Ain't this Pacific Palisades?

Nah. Chale, homes.

This is Bel-Air.

F***! Turn around, turn around.

Keep it down.

Not in front of

the f***in' police.

Hey, what the f***

you want me to do?

Well, none of it really matters.

We're just teenagers,

and we're bored.

We are totally...

f***in'... bored.

I remember her.

I shot something

earlier today...

that I would love for you

to watch, if you would. Um...

That's right! That's why

you rollin' with the P.L.C.!

Ain't no 16th Street punks

gonna be corrupting my goddess!

Yo, I would die for that girl!

And I will kill for her.

That's my word!

Yeah.

Don't get that sh*t

twisted, son.

That's sh*t's

f***in' right, son!

It's f***in' right, dawg.

Oh, God.

Yeah, what's up?

Toby, what are you thinking?

What the f***

are you talkin' about, man?

The guns, Toby. What the...

F*** you, b*tch!

Don't f***in' come at me,

telling me what to do!

F***in' bounced your ass

out the P.L.C.!

No, Toby!

Toby, listen to me, OK?

You don't know anything

about what happened, all right?

Emily wasn't raped.

Aw, f***... You f***in' liar.

You havin' fun goin' down on

your f***in' 16th Street pole?

B*tch?

F***, Toby.

Just listen to me, please.

I'm gonna talk to you later.

I'm f***in' busy.

Chicken-ass chicken heads.

Oh, sh*t, homes.

It's the jura.

Chinga!

So, why are you out here

in the first place?

Uh, we're just driving

to the beach.

The beach?

We're going home now.

- And where's home?

- East Los.

You know how

to get out of here?

Chale, we're lost.

Homes, you got lost.

Well, we can help you out

with that.

I don't ever want to see you

in this neighborhood again.

- rale.

- All right.

I just don't want

to see anybody right now.

So we go to Sun Valley

for a couple of weeks...

and we don't worry about it.

- Deal?

- OK.

Em?

Oh... Alli...

you've always been a friend

in our house...

Mom.

It's not that

we don't love you...

but I think we all need

a little break.

You didn't tell them

about the dice?

Alli, don't.

Emily... Toby, Nick, and Sam

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