Stripped Naked

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F***!

Stop it right now.

- Go back and get my f***ing stuff.

- Shut the f*** up.

Shut the f*** up!

Shut the f*** up!

You'd better go back

and get that stuff.

Now, a**hole.

Who drove your ass all the way to

Columbus so that you could make rent?

Oh! It's your rent too,

you f***-head.

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah, and if you think

I'm gonna keep that sh*t up

when you're out banging

some dirty b*tch,

then you'd better sober the f*** up.

It was a f***ing blow job.

Why don't you get over it?

- Get over it?

- Yeah.

It's like you haven't done

the same f***ing thing.

- No, I haven't.

- No?

How about Ted or that guy

from the liquor store?

- Let's call him!

- That was before we said

that we weren't gonna

cheat on each other anymore.

Go and get my sh*t!

I have a better idea.

Why don't you go and get your own...

Just stop!

Stop!

Get out! Go!

What? You want me to walk

all the way back there?

Yes!

You walk, you skip, you fly.

I don't give a sh*t.

Just get the hell out of my truck.

I warned you about slapping me!

And I told you about keeping

your f***ing dick in your pants.

- Ha ha!

- You disgusting, worthless,

pathetic piece of sh*t!

Get out.

Get out!

Fine! F*** you.

I'm done.

You can go stay

with one of your loser friends

because I want your sh*t

out of my house by tomorrow.

Yeah, that's great. I will.

Enjoy the walk.

F*** you!

F*** you!

When I seven years old,

my daddy told me

something important.

He said, "Cassie,

nobody is born lucky...

not you, not no one."

Sh*t.

You've gotta make your own luck.

It was the last conversation

we ever had.

Six months later

he was killed in prison.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Can... can I use your cell phone?

My, uh... my car broke down

and I just need to call someone.

Sorry, l... I can't.

Look, uh...

I'll give you some money

for the call.

I just need to use the phone.

F***.

Quick, get in. Get in!

Duck down.

Don't let him see you.

Hey, Banger.

We almost didn't make it.

No? Why's that?

Some f*ggot almost

t- boned us off the 170.

Oh. You made it, right?

It's all there.

Of course it is.

Even a dipshit like you

wouldn't try to f*** over

the old man.

If Grayson tried to f*** you,

you'd be f***ed.

Just like Christmas.

We all good?

We're all good.

See you next time.

Hey, one more thing.

Oh, sh*t.

- Now that was easy.

- Let's go.

Holy sh*t.

Here, looks like you need it.

Don't worry, it's on me.

Where in the f***

are all my girls tonight?

Where's Cassie?

Ohio, I think.

Ted said her car broke down

or something.

You know what?

That figures.

Cindy's out with a sick kid.

Louise has a broken nail

or God knows what.

Everybody has got something.

They all b*tch about how

they want to make money,

but nobody

just wants to come in

and f***ing work.

You have one new message.

First message.

Cassie, it's Kyla.

I tried your cell,

but there wasn't any answer.

Listen, Howie's pitching a fit about

not having enough girls here tonight.

So if you're back,

we'll waive the house fee

if you come on in. Thanks.

Yeah, waive all you want, Howie.

Cassie's got

a long walk home.

Hi, Howie.

Mmmm.

Bourbon straight up, please.

Oh, listen!

You know who the guy

in the brown jacket is, right?

Serena's ex.

Guys, the one that

messed her up real bad.

That's the guy?

- You're sure?

- Yeah.

He beat prison too.

Uncle's got, I don't know,

connections or something.

- Okay. Who's Serena?

- Howie, she worked here.

No?

Okay, your brother's

brain is shot.

No. He only remembers

the girls he got to f***.

Oh, not necessarily.

Sometimes I don't

remember them either.

Well, she only worked twice

before he put her in the hospital.

He... he hit her in the...

in the... what's...

what's that called right here?

- Kidney?

- Yes.

Yes. She had to have

surgery and everything.

- That f***ing prick.

- Hey yeah, no kidding, huh?

I hate him.

Holy f***.

Okay. Okay, calm down.

Okay, calm down.

Calm down.

No one f***ing saw me.

Ah! That frigging sh*t

doesn't work.

Okay, you're in control.

You're in control.

See ya.

Bang.

Holy sh*t.

Holy motherfucking sh*t.

Meth.

Have you ever seen so much

f***ing money at one time, Lucky?

Neither have I.

F***ing Jack.

Of course.

Cassie!

Cassie!

- Hey, what's up?

- You okay?

Yeah. Why?

The f***ing television.

That motherf***er!

The booze is gone too

and so is the coffee maker.

Damn it. I should've known

that he'd pull something like this.

I could f***ing kill that guy.

So wait, I take it you two

broke up again?

For good this time.

If he even steps inside this house,

I'll have his ass thrown in jail.

I can't believe he took

the coffee maker.

He doesn't even drink coffee.

He only did it

'cause he knows you do.

Of course he did.

I can go get you a new one.

Drug store has some.

I don't think they have timers though.

But it'll get you

through tomorrow.

Uh, no. It's okay.

Are you sure?

I can do that for you.

I know that coffee helps you.

Jade, I said it's fine, okay?

Let's go in your bed and celebrate.

I've been thinking about you all day.

Celebrate? Celebrate what?

Celebrate what?

The good riddance of Jack.

Oh.

Yeah, actually,

I'm feeling kind of tired.

We can celebrate tomorrow.

But I want to do it now.

Please.

I know exactly what you need.

Eh, tomorrow.

Good night.

Fine.

- So they're dead?

- All dead...

both the brothers and the pretty boy

with the pick-up.

So where's my money?

Missing, along

with the dirt in Billy's car.

I assume you are on this.

You assume correctly.

- - Thank you, Roddy.

- You're welcome, sir.

$90,000.

So with the meth,

if that's worth $90,000 too,

that's $180,000.

Mon amour.

Would you like another

glass of champagne?

Oui.

You know,

sipping champagne

with such a beautiful woman...

I must be

the luckiest guy in the world, no?

I guess I just chose

the perfect time

to come to Paris.

I know, Lucky.

You want to see the real one.

But don't worry.

Mommy's got

a plan to get us there.

Did you get a new car?

Actually, I was gonna

tell you about that.

I need to get rid of it.

Whose is it?

I'm not sure.

Um, didn't you say

that you knew a guy

who could take care of that though?

- How'd you get it?

- Oh, just sort of fell into my lap.

What is that guy's name?

Remember?

You told me

he buys pre-owned cars.

He's always wanting

to talk about his problems.

- Oh, yeah. Garrett.

- Yes. Garrett.

Why are you being

all super secretive about the car?

I'm not.

I feel like you're keeping secrets

from me again, Cassie.

Jade, I'm not.

I told you that I would

never keep secrets

from you again.

And l... and I meant that.

It's just that...

I was dancing up in Columbus

and Jack just kinda

stranded me there.

And so one of the other girls

in the club gave me this car.

Only it belongs to her ex.

Oh, I see.

So she stole it from her ex?

Exactly.

I told her I'd get rid of it,

so she let me use it.

- Trade off.

- Okay.

Yeah, sure.

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