Squatters

- Is there any water?

- No.

- You got any weed?

- No.

We should try and score though.

I'm hungry.

Well, let's hit the dumpsters

behind Flake.

Mook, wake up, man.

Let's go.

No! What the f***?

Wait. What are you...?

- Hey, do you guys sell phone cards?

- We do.

- One?

- Sorry, the international one.

Here you go.

Hey, he's stealing!

- Hey!

- Hey, you little punk!

Hey.

- F*** you, man!

- You little f***er! You with him?

- No.

- You are.

- No!

- Come here, you b*tch! Hey!

All right, what do you say?

B.V., you like those, I know.

Hey, can I have a cigarette?

- Not healthy.

- Banana.

- Banana.

- Yeah.

Eat up, eat up.

All right.

Oh, hey, the drum circle's tonight,

remember?

- F***, yeah.

- It's gonna be dope.

- F***, yeah.

- Al said he'll give us some acid.

- How much?

- It's not about the money.

We work on a barter system.

Like jacking that chick's purse

yesterday?

- B*tch, you step off.

- Don't call me a b*tch.

- Chill.

- What's your problem?

- Don't say I'm gonna steal the purse.

- Everybody chill. Al owes me a favor.

That's why he's hooking us the tabs,

okay? That's it.

I got you this.

That's sweet.

Thank you.

- It's just a f***ing cake.

- I know.

Where are you going?

One man's trash

is another man's treasure, my friend.

Especially if that one man

is a rich prick.

I can't believe

we're leaving tonight at 9.

You don't have to clean

until the Saturday before we get back.

- But that's four weeks.

- Exactly.

It's okay.

Terrence and me watch the house.

I know you will.

Remember to set the alarm

before you leave.

- You remember the code?

- Yes, Mrs. Evelyn.

But sometimes you change it.

The first four numbers of the address,

backwards.

Okay.

If you have any problem,

call Bob Needleman.

- He'll get ahold of us.

- Yes, Mrs. Evelyn. I call him.

Bye.

There she goes, Jonas.

Make a f***ing move.

F***.

F***.

F*** you.

F*** you.

Everybody can go f*** themselves.

If you have any problem,

call Bob Needleman.

Holy sh*t.

David?

Can't wait to get on the plane

and have a pinot grigio.

What is that?

Oh, f***.

Wow, she's f***ed up totally, man.

- You're gonna get lucky tonight.

- What's up, Goldilocks?

You know where you're sleeping tonight?

You're sleeping with me!

Kelly. What's up?

- Hey, a**hole...

- What the f***, man? I said I'd be back.

No, you didn't.

I did. I wrote it on your left arm.

Your other left.

Whatever. I...

Come on.

What the f***'s she on, man?

What you on?

- Who's this?

- Who me? I'm her brother, man.

- You her brother?

- Yeah.

- We gotta get out of here.

- Where you going?

San Diego, bro. Come on.

- Where's the fire? Stick around.

- No, I can't. We gotta get this ride.

Leave her with us.

Trade for some meth.

- Yeah, that sound good to me.

- Hey!

What the...?

Big mistake.

F***... F***ing white boy!

- Piece of sh*t!

- Get back!

I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

- Come on, Kelly. Come on.

- I don't feel so...

- F***ing dead, white boy!

- Come on, motherf***er.

Don't come back to Venice, ever!

Or you dead!

Hello?

What do you think?

Where are we?

Pacific Palisades.

How did you find this place?

Wasn't easy.

It's...

- It's...

- F***ing beautiful. Right?

Yeah.

Well, it's ours, for like a month.

What?

Jackpot.

This guy's got some taste.

You want a drink?

Sure.

Look, here's the family.

The whole family.

The kids are like our age.

Here.

Try that.

All right, so her...

...that's Evelyn, she's the one I saw

in the parking lot.

And that's her husband.

David.

- How do you know his name?

- It's here.

You know this is one of the most

expensive liquors in the world?

Enjoy it.

Should we be doing this?

I mean, it's their house.

Tonight...

...we don't worry.

- About what?

- About anything.

We're not gonna worry about

what we're gonna eat...

...where we'll sleep...

...who's got drugs, how we're gonna

make money, where the cops are.

Not tonight.

Tonight, we celebrate.

Sounds good.

Cheers.

Oh, that's gross.

Gross?

It's cognac.

It's the nicest sh*t you can buy.

It tastes like sh*t.

What would you prefer?

A nice, cheap whiskey or something?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

They have everything.

That's what I'm hoping.

Wow, that's so cool.

Wow, that telescope's probably

worth a grand, alone.

Wow, look at that bathtub.

You should go for it, man.

- What?

- Take a bath. It looks awesome.

Why not?

I'm gonna look around

and make some food...

...and some drinks.

- Go on, go for it.

- Okay.

Holy...

Boy, Happiest Family in the Universe

goes to these fucks. Jesus Christ.

All right.

Tricky, tricky.

David.

Silverman.

Evelyn.

Sh*t.

Interesting.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Dude, you're not gonna believe

the sh*t I found downstairs.

Awesome.

I'll be out in a minute.

Just feels really good in here.

Cool.

I am gonna figure you out.

I've got good news

and even better news.

Jesus.

How'd you do that?

What do you think?

You look rich.

Feel like it.

Found money.

Seriously, how'd you do that?

Bet you didn't think

I could look like this.

- Did you think you could look like this?

- Honestly, no.

But feels pretty good.

It looks pretty good.

- You're next.

- No.

- Come on, you have to.

- Why?

All right, fine. I'll do it.

Just...

- ...go watch TV or something.

- Okay.

- And don't come in here.

- I won't.

Video.

TV.

Home movies.

No way.

Hello.

- Welcome home, little baby.

- Everybody meet our son...

...Michael Silverman.

- Isn't he cute?

- You meet him too.

Can you say, "Happy Halloween"?

Happy Halloween.

- Ready to get some candy?

- Are you guys ready to get some candy?

Come on, you guys look great.

- Hi.

- Hi, Dave.

Hi, son.

Hi.

Ready? Try to hit it.

Yeah!

Are you kidding?

You're a natural. Do you realize that?

You're gonna be famous and rich.

You're so good.

Okay, Mr. Silverman,

Mr. College Graduate.

What's next?

Well, Mr. Silverman, I think

the next step would be graduate school.

But not right away.

You have all the time in the world.

Three, two, one.

It's a video camera, Dad.

What you watching?

Jonas.

Found the suit upstairs.

Turns out I'm a 40 regular.

You look amazing.

Thanks.

- Let's go out.

- What?

Come on.

- Hang on.

- Why?

Oh, my God!

Jonas, why here?

We shouldn't be here.

Relax.

No one is gonna recognize us.

Come on, look at us.

Relax, you'll be fine.

- For two?

- Yes, sir, si. Thank you.

Right this way, please.

Enjoy.

Every night, when we would hit

the market next door...

...I'd see these people in here.

I'd see what they'd order...

...and see them drinking their fine wine.

Damn it,

that's what we're gonna have tonight.

- Yeah.

- F***, I always wanted to eat here.

- Good evening.

- Hello.

Have you been here before?

No.

Oh, may I suggest for you

the tasting menu?

Is that what they're having?

No, they're having a special menu

prepared by the chef.

Okay, we'll have that as well.

Also comes with

excellent wine pairings.

Great, we'll have the same.

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