The Land Page #2

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- Yo, a list of all

the skate comps this summer.

- Yeah, I mean,

it's only a couple of 'em.

- Of course, we're in Cleveland.

- So what we're in Cleveland?

We show up and get buck

like we always do.

- Still gotta pay

those entry fees.

Decks. Trucks.

That sh*t ain't free.

Hi, welcome to McDonald's.

Uh, can I take you order?

- Oh, sh*t! No, no, no!

- No! Oh!

- Boys!

- Yo, don't get none in my apple sauce.

- Boys! Settle down!

- We're good.

- B*tches..

Little b*tches.

You best get out of the way.

Get out of the way!

You want to die?

Hey, get out of the way.

You wanna play, motherfuckers.

You wanna play?

You trying to f*** with me?

You tryin' to f*** with me.

- Let's go, bro.

Let's go!

- F***, man! That is the last

time I'm doin' this sh*t, bro.

We almost died back there.

- Yeah, but you didn't.

- It doesn't matter, bro.

I could have.

- Yo, shut the f*** up, man.

Chill the f*** out!

Shut up, strip the car.

- Dumbass.

- Yo, shut the f*** up,

get the back seat.

- Yo, what's up, bro?

- What is that?

- They look like my Abuelita's heart pills.

- Heart pills

in the back of a trunk?

Nah.

Oh, this is Molly.

- Sh*t.

- Yo, what the f***, bro?

- Yo, you crazy?

- Yo, you guys done?

- Put that sh*t back.

- Bro, think about it.

We could sell these.

It's just like ecstasy.

- You're crazy, bro.

- We can't just leave it here.

- Bro...

- Knock it off, man.

- Yo, what the hell

is taking so long?

- Okay, okay, okay.

School called.

She ain't havin' it.

Man, what you gonna do

with that sh*t?

Patty cake's right,

that's Molly.

It's not a joke.

Hey, you heard?

- Whoa!

They're goin' crazy!

They're screamin' his name.

Oh, Cisco!

Cisco! Cisco!

Another one?

- I..

I've been meaning to call you.

- Is that so?

- Listen, momma.

I picked up the pills

from the car.

Then there were these skaters.

Gracias.

What's with the kid?

- His name's Elliot.

He's picking up your slack.

Now, look, I need you

to find out who took your car

and who the f*** has my pills.

- Magic wash.

- Hmm.

Open it.

It's pure mdma.

- So this what they stole?

- Basically.

I had it ground down

and put in capsules, but..

This is the last

shipment for a while.

So..

- Who the connect?

- That's not any

of your concern.

- So, I see you trust

this nigga chino

but you don't trust me.

And he the one

who need to be handled.

- Oh, yeah, like you dealt

with that crew

on the West Side

the other night?

- Claimin' territory.

- Listen, baby.

You're just a dealer on a bike.

When chino finds his car

and traces down our pills..

We collect.

Until then,

try making less noise.

- F*** that sh*t.

We need to send a message.

- Okay.

Look in the glove compartment.

- I don't see nothin' in here.

- This is how you send

a message.

Now..

I have some food for you

to take home for your mother.

Tell her if she needs anything

to come to my market stand

at 25th street.

This is for the wait.

- Ting.

Ting, ting, ting, ting, ting,

ting, ting, ting, ting, ting.

Look who decided to come home.

Cisco, welcome home.

Hungry?

No, no, no,

you're the f***in' bank.

You guys can extend

for as long as you want.

I... I just need

one more month.

Right for as long..

No..

Okay, thank you very much,

miss, thank you.

F*** off! F*** you!

F*** sake! F*** me.

Holy sh*t, Cisco, I forgot.

Look what I've invested in,

look at this.

Look what I invested in.

This is one of those signs

that you twirl on the corner.

- Ooh, that's like

those signs that they have

down at the, uh..

Tax places.

- Tax places!

You're right, t.

That's exactly right.

So, Cisco.

I was thinkin' maybe

you and junior can, you know

like, stand outside and you

know, they... they... they

twirl the..

- You paying?

- Yeah.

For the roof above your head.

This place here

is keepin' us alive.

- Keeping you alive.

- I'm all you got.

Don't forget that.

And I promised your mama

I would take care of you.

- Don't.

Don't talk about my mom.

- Yup.

- F***!

What the f***

are you f***in' doing?

- What?

- Where'd you get that sh*t?

- Out of my f***in' purse!

- You're f***in' aa.

- Oh, I'm not in aa.

- I can't see that sh*t.

Tryin' to stay f***in' clean.

- Cisco!

- F*** you and stop f***in' spittin' on me.

- F***in' junkie.

- Cisco, let's go, bro.

- Junior, stop poundin' on the..

You're gonna f***in' break it.

- What's up, t?

- They servin' 'em

nasty ass hotdogs?

- Why did you do that?

- Wipe this f***in' down!

- Bro, this sh*t look live.

- Name and sponsor?

- Uh, Boobie.

But, umm, I'm not sponsored.

- You have the registration fee?

- Uh, yeah. How much?

- $150.

- Each? F***, dude.

We don't have $150 each.

- Sorry, guys.

- This is some bullshit.

- Name and sponsor?

- Hey, we got to skate.

There's a whole bunch of

sponsors just watching.

- I ain't skatin' outside

the comp like a bum.

- If you guys want, there's

an after-party at skatopia.

I have extra wristbands.

- Damn!

- Watch out, bro.

- Hey, what the f***, Patty!

Oh, sh*t.

Bro, let's get in!

- Yo!

- Yo!

Yo!

Molly?

- Molly?

- You made all of this tonight?

- Yup!

- Oh, I don't know

how to deal but

I'm in, bro, man.

I mean, what?

I'm with this sh*t, no question.

- Come on, Boobie,

don't f*** us, man.

You know, it's all or nothing.

- What if these dudes come back

looking for this stuff, bro?

- Then we stop.

- And the police?

- Bro, they didn't even frisk

junior when he got caught.

Remember? Come on, man,

it's our dream.

- To skateboard, bro.

Not be drug dealers.

- Bro, we're already

working cars.

Everybody is doing something

to get ahead.

- That's true, bro.

- I don't know one person

who hasn't dealt

something shady to get

what they want.

- We can even help our families.

- We sell enough until we get

into these competitions.

And that's it, we stop?

- That's it.

- Come on, b.

- No?

- F*** you, guys.

- What?

- Chino, chino, got it.

Come on, bro.

- I never tried Molly. Hey!

- What?

- I've never f***ing

tried Molly.

If we traffic this sh*t,

let's take it.

- Hey, what are y'all

dealing now?

- We're not dealers, man.

- Come on, bro.

You came to see me.

At my crib, on my day off.

Don't keep secrets.

Now, that's good quality.

- How do you know?

- You see the powder

on the inside of the capsule?

That means it's pure.

And then this..

- What?

- Hey, yo!

- What?

- This is momma's sh*t.

- Your mom's?

- No, man. This pill.

Belongs to momma.

Crazy ass lady.

Been running game here

for years.

She's not a joke.

- Momma.

- Tell us more about the pill.

- Well, first of all, you can't

be dealing it out of your

dirty ass hands.

You need to find something

to package it in.

Something small, something you

can get rid of if you need to.

- I mean, I know y'all's

breath stink, but goddamn.

- Yo, this gonna take a minute.

There's at least 7000 pills

in that b*tch.

- Then you gotta label the sh*t.

People gotta know it's yours.

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