The Land Page #3

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So you need a signature.

You need a logo.

- I just cannot draw.

That one's garbage.

- We ain't gonna throw away pills

because they don't look right.

- Bro, this one is trash, bro.

You're not drawing

the Crescent right.

- Now it's a party drug.

Night clubs, raves, wherever

people are having a good time

you be there.

- Anybody seen my friend, Molly?

She's small, she's white,

she's very cute.

- Ah, that's the new pieces.

You see what's up?

- Oh, Lebron.

- Oh!

- Damn, uncle Steve. This

makes me wanna slap my momma.

- Patty cake, sit your ass

down, off the f***ing counter.

Somebody's gotta f***ing clean

this place up all the time.

- Sit down, fool.

- Leave the sign alone.

Put it down.

- What are we looking

at right now?

- Uh-huh. Hey, bird.

- Yo!

- Money, what's up?

- Money, bro.

- You gotta be kidding.

- Money, bro.

- Twenty..

- One. One.

- Twenty one.

- Twenty one, dollars.

- Yo, my man. We're about

to close. You gotta go.

- Where's the rest of it?

- I don't know, brother.

We get junk from everywhere.

- Where's my car, motherf***er?

Where is it?

- I don't know what

you're talking about, man.

- Chino!

- What's up, man? What's this?

You found your car?

- What the f*** you doing here?

- I was sent.

To check in on you, bro.

- Why would she send you

and your little b*tch ass

tricycle crew?

Stay in line

before I f*** you up.

Cuidado.

- Alright, chino.

Let's go.

- Here you go, enjoy!

Hey, hey, hey,

I got dogs on the grill.

How many you want?

Check this out.

Two years,

clean and sober, baby.

Bam!

It's actually, uh, 382 days,

14 hours, 16 minutes

but who's counting, right?

I feel, I feel good.

You know, I... I feel better.

I do, I, uh...

It's a little win, I know

but lord knows I need it.

We, we need it.

You know, I've been thinking..

I think I know how to

improve our business.

- I told you, I don't wanna,

I don't wanna work here.

- No, no, I know, I know,

you've said it before.

And I.. Hurts a little bit,

but I get it.

It's a f***ing diner,

and you're doing so good now

with your skating and stuff.

So I want in.

Team uncle Steve.

What?

What, y... you, you're skating.

I was thinking, that, that,

my business can sponsor you.

You know, at those, uh,

those contests that you do.

And when you win an award,

well, we can split the money.

I mean, I need the money.

- There's no money.

You think I'm blind?

Come on,

we gotta help each other.

Okay, I'm... I'm, I want it to

be like it was before. I do...

- stop.

- What?

You were too young, that's it.

You were too young.

You're, you are, you were.

You don't remember what I did

for you. All the sh*t that I...

- you know, my mom

f***ing od'd 'cause of you.

- Stop talking like that.

Can't talk that way to me.

- Oh..

It's okay.

What you makin' all

that noise for, huh?

It's okay.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Baby, it's okay, baby.

It's okay, baby.

- Hey, Cisco.

Oh, sh*t, are you okay?

Come inside, let me

clean that up for you.

- Ow! Ow, Stace.

- Stop being a big baby.

- What happened?

- No, no, no, no, no.

If I gotta eat it,

you gotta eat it.

- Ma, can we have some pizza?

- No.

- I'll buy it.

- Cisco, I'm not buying pizza.

- No, just take it.

- Where's this money

coming from?

- Hmm?

- I mean, I see

the skateboards, the clothes.

The food? I mean..

- We've got jobs.

- Jobs?

- Yeah, at the diner, you know.

Twirling the sign

on the corner and stuff.

- No trouble?

- No trouble.

- Junior, junior, junior!

Mommy, mommy. Junior.

- Boo!

- Aah!

- Junior, are you kidding me?

You stop or I beat your ass.

- Okay.

- Come here.

- I'm sorry, ma, okay, okay.

- Go apologize to her.

- Ma!

No, I don't.

You can't play that game.

- I got him.

- You can't play that game.

- Get him, Stacey. Get him!

- Here, oh, you're

gonna like these.

They are sweet.

Oh, he's getting so big,

Drey. Can I?

Oh, no, he's sleeping.

No, no, no, that's okay.

Oh, the sleepy face.

- You got any kids?

- I have many but none of my own.

- Hey. I found him.

- Speaking of the devil.

Uh, Karen, could you come in and

give them anything they want.

What are you doing here?

- Chino car.

I found it in the chop shop.

- Car? Can't you f***ing

follow directions?

- Look, man, I got

the dealer out back.

You want to find

your pills or what?

Come on.

He didn't wanna talk.

- Did you let him talk?

He looks f***ing dead.

And then you bring him

to my stand?

You've no idea

where the car... Came from?

- No.

Kids got it

before I put it on the lot.

- Who are these kids?

- I only know one of them.

Cisco. He rides a skateboard

with his crew.

- Cisco.

Any idea where I can find him?

- I don't know.

F***in' Google him.

Look, I told the other guy

I'll pay him back in full.

Whatever the cost.

- Other guy?

- Yeah.

You know, some Spanish dude.

He came to my lot too.

- So how'd you find this guy?

- I heard he was stripping

people for parts.

- Yeah. From who?

- People.

- Okay, well..

You can keep your eye

out for this kid, Cisco.

- Brought your stuff?

- Hell, no. It's no way.

- Come on, bro. Just do it.

- This runway

is way too bumpy, yo.

- See, you're being

a b*tch, honestly.

- Yo, Cisco.

- Make sure you call him.

- What's up, you good?

- Where's he going?

- Business.

- Yo, we not goin'

to finish the tape?

Now, where is he going?

- Bro, honestly, I feel like

we should be finishing

our tape instead of shooting...

- bro, stop bitching.

We gonna get that sh*t.

Don't trip. We out here.

Look, we got a penthouse...

- hopefully, there are

some b*tches in here.

- Dawg, don't be calling

b*tches, b*tches, dude.

That's just rude as hell.

- Alright, whatever, bro.

- Yeah?

Seriously, you're the one..

Wow, come in.

- Yeah, babykin.

I see you, darlin'.

Bad choice, red lights.

That thing.

Oh, we're about to get

f***ed up.

No one's gonna lie.

What's up with y'all?

Okay, alright.

That's some classy sh*t.

- What's up?

Is that leather, that dress?

- Alright, I've got 150.

- 200.

- What? I'm not giving you

anything more than 150.

- Two hundred,

take it or leave it.

- Nice view, right?

F***ing better be.

I work my ass off for it.

- Bro, you can see my crib

from here, I'm not gonna lie.

This spot is crazy.

No one's gonna lie.

This spot is stupid,

these windows. What?

You ever got a chick

right here, like, naked?

You know what I'm saying,

and get complaints and like

"yeah, naked b*tch is at the crib

or some sh*t like that, you know?"

Like these bamboo sticks.

Great interpretation of

what that sh*t would look like.

- Be careful with my bamboo, man.

- Who got..

Who got, who got sh*t

like this in their crib?

It's like only

baller motherfuckers.

You gotta fill their crib

with just stupid sh*t.

That's what it is, right?

- Yo, junior.

Bro, you gotta come try this

sh*t she just put me on to.

Molly water, nigga. Come on.

- I'm chattin' up my homeboy.

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