Hot Summer Nights Page #3

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Keep your f***ing voice down.

Hey, I'm serious.

Right now, the risk

versus reward is all f***ed.

Yo, what do you want?

Can I get you, uh, a beer?

You want an ice cream,

some sprinkles on it?

No, you don't get

what I'm saying.

If you're starting

to f***ing shake already,

Then maybe this isn't the

f***ing thing for you.

We have a choice,

we have to choose.

You're f***ing confusing me.

You want to be the guy that's

putting gas in those cars

or you want to be the guy

that owns the gas company?

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

- That's good.

- Yeah.

DANIEL:
So what do

we have now,

25, maybe 30 customers?

Altogether about

a pound a week, right?

HUNTER:

That's good f***ing money.

DANIEL:
That's great money.

Look, the problem is

we're dealing dime bags

to teenagers.

All right? We need customers

who buy in bulk.

A month ago, you didn't know

how to use a f***ing bong.

Right?

And now you're trying

to tell me how to flip weed?

Have I disappointed you yet?

Look, the problem

isn't with the demand.

It's with the supply,

all right?

By the time it gets to us,

it's already been through

a load of hands, like,

everybody's taking their cut.

We would need to find someone

who can move heavyweight.

All that sh*t comes

through Portland, anyway.

- Oregon?

- No, Maine.

But that's besides the point.

One of those

big-time motherfuckers

is not gonna want to deal

with two f***ing kids.

(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)

DANIEL:
We'll see.

(LAUGHTER)

Look, are you gonna tell me

what the f***

we're doing here?

Or... Like, who

are you looking for?

That big-time motherf***er.

(SIGHS)

- All right.

- No, no, hold back.

My cousin said this guy will

talk to me only if I'm alone.

It's cool. Don't worry.

- I'm not worried.

- Yeah. You're not worried.

You're cool,

you're not worried.

(MIMICS SCHWARZENEGGER)

I'll be back.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

DANIEL:
Hey.

Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, little man.

You can't just be sneaking up

on people.

Sneakin', sneakin'

like a little snake, huh?

Sorry.

I heard you had...

I heard you had weed.

Yeah, there's p*ssy

everywhere, huh?

(STAMMERING) No...

I heard you sold weed.

Come here.

- Who are you?

- Uh, I'm Taylor, Daniel's...

Taylor's cousin Daniel.

- You a narc?

- Uh, what?

- A narc.

- A narc?

Taylor didn't tell you

I was coming?

No, Taylor didn't tell me

you were coming.

- You're not a narc, huh?

- No.

(STUTTERS)

Taylor didn't tell you

- I was coming?

- (IMITATES MOCKINGLY)

- You cool?

- Yeah, I'm cool.

Cool. Okay.

(PANTS) You wanna party, huh?

- Huh? Wanna party?

- All right.

(WHISPERING) Well, I really

want to buy some weed.

I heard you had weed.

Like, a lot.

- Like, as much as you can get.

- Oh, really?

Pounds, you know?

- Pounds?

- Mmm-hmm.

Tons?

Well... (GRUNTS SOFTLY)

I'm a little high,

so let me get this, uh...

You come to my place...

I don't know who you are,

little snaky.

You don't know who I am.

And you ask me

to sell you pounds of drugs?

Let me tell you something.

I look like a jungle monkey

from Dorchester to you, huh?

- You know, I'll just...

- No, no, no, no.

You tell your little slippery

Jew f***ing cousin...

No, no, no, no...

(GROANS)

(PONYTAIL GROANING)

(GURGLING)

- (PANTING)

- (GURGLING CONTINUES)

Let's go.

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

BOY:
The next time he saw her

was a Wednesday.

Earlier that day, Gary Pinkus,

the diabetic kid,

collapsed and nearly drowned

at the pool

after trying Nutella

for the first time.

It was also the same day

Terminator 2 came out.

I don't think any

of those events were related,

but I can't be sure.

(CLATTERING)

- Daniel?

- What? Hi.

What, uh...

What happened here?

Oh, just a fight.

I don't know.

- Naughty.

- Yeah.

I'm guessing

I should see the other guy.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Why?

It's an expression.

So how long have you

been following me for?

Following...

What, following you?

I haven't been following you.

(FUNK MUSIC CONTINUES)

Can you smell my sunscreen?

(SOFTLY) Yes. Coconuts.

- (SOFTLY) Good.

- Thanks.

I'm looking for Epsom salt.

Why?

Have you ever thrown

Epsom salt on a slug before?

No. What's it do?

It's pretty cool.

But I can't find any.

Slugs?

Salt.

Oh, f*** me.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Well, I gotta split.

You gonna go to the fireworks

on Thursday?

Maybe.

Maybe. Okay.

Maybe we'll share

another lollipop?

Keep dreaming.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

- Hey!

- DANIEL:
What?

- Come here. Come here.

- What?

- I...

- Come here. Come here.

It's cool.

If I were here to hurt you,

you'd be hurt.

- You understand?

- Yeah.

I have something you want.

Something, uh,

you've been looking for, huh?

- Okay. Hey, I'm not...

- Get in.

- I'm not into any of...

- DEX:
I'm not asking.

(CASH REGISTER DINGS)

(SING-SONG)

I've been watching you.

Longer than you'd be

comfortable with knowing.

You've got reach,

I've seen that.

You're, uh, smart, careful.

But not careful enough.

That kid whose head

you split open,

he shits into a bag now,

but he's alive.

You're lucky. However,

you caught my attention.

Which means before long,

you'll catch the wrong kind

of attention.

Look, I don't know how close

you've been watching, bro,

but I've been around the block

a few times

so I know

that the cops out here

ain't worth spit in a bucket.

I'm not talking about cops,

bro.

You know what your problem is?

Got a feeling

you're about to tell me.

You're selling dime bags

to tourists.

You're sitting

at the penny slots

trying to take down the house.

Yeah, well, it's doing

just fine for me so far.

All right. I'll tell you what.

If all you're looking

to do is, uh...

Is scratch together

enough cash

to buy the Traci Lords'

videocassettes,

I'll settle this tab

right here.

We part ways. No love lost.

Something tells me

you're looking to do more

than blow

your itty bitty loads

into your tube socks.

Amen to that.

Amen to that.

All the running around,

all the, uh,

transactions...

Keep it up.

It'll end one of two ways.

Either you'll be in Walpole

getting raped by a skinhead

in the showers

- or...

- That is exactly what I said.

Which, I can assure you,

is not pleasant.

Or the homeboys

from Jamaica Plains

are gonna come out here

and take all your...

You've made

your f***ing point.

Ooh.

Oh! Thank you, ma'am. Hello.

Yes, yes, yes.

Your job

is to find people who are

looking to buy in bulk.

HUNTER:
And what's your job?

Hmm?

- What's your f***ing job?

- Ah.

The man I work for who,

sure as the sky is blue,

you will never meet,

will provide you with as much

product as you can handle.

My job is to make sure

you pay us back on time.

What does your boyfriend do?

My boyfriend here, he drives.

He also occasionally

hurts people,

but that's another story.

(SOFTLY) How do we know

this isn't some sort of,

like, sting operation?

How do we know

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