Self Storage Page #3
A VERY POOR BUSINESS DECISION."
"I AM?"
F*** YOURSELF?"
- OKAY.
JONAH.
ALL RIGHT, BOYS,
CHOP-CHOP.
WE HAVE A SITUATION.
I'LL EXPLAIN WHEN I GET THERE.
- [clears throat]
OFFICER.
- F*** YOU.
THE MAIN ROW:
- WORD UP.
[engine starts up]
[smooth R&B music playing]
- YEAH
- COME ON
- SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT YOU BACK
- [chuckling]
RIGHT HERE.
- OKAY, YOU TWO,
KEG DUTY.
GET THAT B*TCH UP AND RUNNING.
- OH-HO.
JAKE, VAL.
VAL, JAKE.
- ENCHANTE.
- DITTO.
- OH, MY GOD,
- NO, IT'S NOT.
- I DIDN'T KNOW I
[laughs]
- F*** YOU.
- OH, JAKE.
OH.
[laughs]
- COME ON, GO.
- COME ON.
[laughter]
- WELL?
YOU GONNA STARE:
THROUGH HER SOUL,
YOU GONNA SAY,
"WHAT'S UP?"
- SH*T.
HE SAW ME.
GO.
- HI.
SARA-MARIE.
WOW.
LONG TIME,
NO SEE.
- YEAH.
HEY.
YEAH, I KNOW.
- YEAH?
SO DO YOU.
LIKE THE UNIFORM.
- OH, THANKS.
YEAH, IT'S, UH...
KIND OF AUTHORITATIVE.
- YEAH.
- NICE.
- OKAY, SERIOUSLY,
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO OUT HERE?
- OH.
OVER THERE,
ONE, TWO,
THREE LOVELY LADIES,
NOT TO MENTION:
SOME OF THIS.
L-O-U-D.
MMM.
- I DEFINITELY SHOULD
HAVE GONE TO THE CLUB TONIGHT.
- COME ON.
HANG OUT.
LIVE A LITTLE.
THINGS YOU LIKE.
- PROMISE?
RIGHT HERE.
- [sighs]
- SHUT UP.
- SEE?
- DUDE...
[rattling]
I GOT IT.
- SHUT UP.
PUMP IT.
[clanking]
- OH, SH*T.
- MAJOR,
- ROUND BACK.
ON THIS ONE.
[crickets chirping]
[whooshing]
- ONE SHOT.
- ONE PIZZA.
- ONE BEER.
- TWO RUN A GAUNTLE OF INEBRIATION.
both:
BOX RACE.[rhythmic rock music]
- YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
GO, GO, GO.
YEAH, BABY!
- DON'T DO IT...
- GO, GO, GO, GO!
- GO!
NO, COME ON!
- LET'S GO, LET'S GO.
YOU GOT THIS.
YOU GOT THIS.
YEAH.
[all cheering]
YEAH.
[laughter]
PASS IT.
- LET'S GO
- [coughing]
MAN.
- OH, MY GOD.
- RIP, DON'T YOU F***ING PUKE.
YOU'RE A CHAMPION.
[laughter]
- WOW.
- WHOO!
- HOLY SH*T.
[laughter]
COME ON. COME ON.
- [coughs]
- [laughs]
GO!
WHOO, YEAH!
- SH*T!
GO!
OH-HO-HO!
- FASTER.
GOT THIS.
EW!
- F***, YEAH, CHAMP.
- ONE, TWO, THREE.
NO, SHOT, SHOT!
COME ON!
- [coughs]
- OH!
[cheering]
[laughter]
- I LOVE YOU.
- THAT F***ING KID.
- [chuckling]
- THROWS A FRIGGIN' PARTY.
IT'S HIS GOING-AWAY PARTY.
- YEAH, WELL, THIS GOING-AWAY
- THEY'RE COMING TONIGHT.
- NO, TOMORROW.
- NO, THEY CALLED.
THEY'RE COMING TONIGHT.
THEY WANT EVERYTHING.
- [sighs]
WHAT ABOUT JAKE?
- IMPROVISE.
- OH, I CAN IMPROVISE.
- [chuckles]
- YEAH.
I CAN IMPROVISE.
- F***ING KID.
[thumping hip-hop music]
A MELODY:
THAT'S SO SMOOTH,
SO TIGHT, SO BRIGHT
ALL EARS,
NO SIGHT:
CLOSE YOUR EYES:
AND MEDITATE:
IT'S SOMETHING
BUT THE FEELING'S
SO FAMILIAR:
MUSIC MELODONA,
BEFORE I KNEW:
WHAT I KNEW NOW:
WHAT I DO BEFORE
I KNEW SOUND:
FOR MUSIC:
NOT ONE TUNE:
NOT ONE GROOVE:
THAT WOULDN'T MOVE
ALL SPECIAL:
DIFFERENT SONGS:
FOR DIFFERENT DAYS
DIFFERENT MOVES:
FOR DIFFERENT SWAYS
- I KNOW. I KNOW.
I KNOW.
THESE F***ING GLOVES ON.
AND THEN PULL:
[clanking]
QUIET.
- OKAY, OKAY.
[door squeaking]
- OH.
- NO F***ING WAY!
- OH, NO, MAN.
- OH, IT'S LIKE THEY
[sighs]
I'M SORRY, BOSS,
BUT...
IT'S OVER, MAN.
- OVER?
YOU'RE NOT THINKING RATIONALLY.
JONAH'S COMING TONIGH WITH A LAUNDRY LIS OF PARTS TO FILL.
- YEAH, BUT, WALT--
- SERGEANT,
IN KUWAIT.
THEY'RE STILL ALIVE,
BARELY.
MAN, SUPPOSE YOU DON'T SAVE MY
LIFE IN WADE CITY, MY BROTHER.
YEAH, SUPPOSE YOU JUST GAVE UP.
IN THE TOWEL:
IN THE RUBBLE:
HUH?
MY BROTHER.
THE HEAR OF ONE OF THOSE COWARDS
BEATING INSIDE:
- POETIC JUSTICE.
- YEAH.
YEAH.
OKAY, BROTHER.
BUTTONED UP.
- NEED A RUSH
NEED A RUSH:
IN THE WORLD:
NEED TO RUN:
- CAN'T FALL BACK,
I NEED A RUSH:
I NEED A RUSH:
snap!
- I THINK I BUSTED.
[eerie atmospheric music]
- SO HOW'S SCHOOL
IN CHICAGO?
IT'S WINDY, RIGHT?
- UH, IT'S GOOD.
IT'S OKAY.
SCHOOL'S HARDER THAN
BUT I PASSED, UH...
ALMOST EVERY CLASS.
[chuckles]
IT'S ALWAYS FREEZING.
HOW'S WORK?
- ACTUALLY, IT'S ABOUT TIME
- UH...
SURE.
- NICE.
- WHY NOT?
[rhythmic ringtone playing]
- MATT?
WHAT, MATT?
WHAT--WHAT--
NO, YOU'RE ACTING
LIKE SUCH A STALKER.
WHAT...
AND I CAN'T DO THA WITH YOU CALLING ME
AND TEXTING ME:
EVERY F***ING FIVE SECONDS.
ARE YOU--ARE YOU SERIOUS?
REALLY?
- WHOO-HOO-HOO!
GOOD BOYS.
[laughs]
- THAT'S RIGHT,
MOTHERF***ER!
WHO WANTS SOME:
OF THIS SH*T?
SORRY.
SORRY.
HE'S SPUNKY.
I LIKE HIM.
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