The Preppie Connection Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 2015
- 95 min
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We searched every alley,
every stoop, every corner.
It wasn't looking good.
But you gotta make sure we're
close enough so they can see us.
-Okay.
-Okay.
I'm just gonna nod my head.
Nod your head?
What do you mean?
I saw it in this film.
They're not even
looking at you, man.
Just give it another second.
Just roll down
the f***ing window, man.
Yo! Air Jordan.
What the f***
did you call me?
We're just trying
to buy some green, blood.
What the f***?
What the f*** makes you think
I deal drugs?
-Motherf***er?
-No, no, no.
That's not what we were
thinking. We were just...
We're just looking
to buy some marijuana.
We thought maybe you'd know
where we could get some.
You're such a f***...
Shut up.
Okay.
You got the money?
Yeah. Yeah,
I have some money.
Did he go with you?
What's his name?
Dennis. Yeah. Yeah. He came...
You should've seen him.
He was doing all these signals to the dealer
that I-I guess he learned in some movie.
He's like, "Yo, we're here
to buy some green, blood."
Is your friend
mentally challenged?
Ben and Laura were the other
half of Alex and Ellis.
But Laura was sweet, quiet.
She was always kind to me.
And Ben, her boyfriend, was a prick,
but I kind of liked him anyway.
Even though I was
the 5th wheel, it felt good.
And at the very least I was
speaking and they were listening.
Even if it was mostly
at my expense.
We're blood brothers.
Stop. Toby, just stop.
You're high
as a f***ing kite, man.
Now!
Let's go!
Go. Go.
Open up the door!
I had my foot against
the door that our house master
Mr. Gaines was pounding on.
Let's go.
When she looked at me
I didn't even think about it.
If it had been a train
coming towards her
I'd have laid down
in front of it.
He said he was sorry.
In here.
You see all that in the front?
Yeah, I see it.
In front of the hedge
there's a lot of weeds here.
Just push them to the side.
Make sure.
What are you doing here?
I heard
about your suspension.
I just wanted to come see you.
Toby. What are you doing?
Who are you talking to?
She's selling
Girl Scout Cookies.
You want any?
No, I don't want
any Girl Scout Cookies.
Get back to work.
Yeah, no, we don't want any.
My loss.
I just wanted to tell you
that what you did...
Thank you.
Welcome back.
Everything felt different
the day
I got back from my suspension.
The preppies wanted
to get a look at me.
They were curious.
Who wouldn't be?
By the time I got back to
campus, I'd heard the stories.
I'd blown a cloud of ganja
smoke into Mr. Gaines' face
pushed him out of the room
and told him to f*** off.
None of it was true, but it
took some of the heat off me.
The preppies were appeased.
Hey. Can I,
can I get a minute?
We should go. If not, Stan and
Fred will get the best eppets.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Take it easy, Zorro.
What's up?
Listen, I-I just, I wanted to
thank you for what, happened.
I mean, I, look, man, I would've
stuck around with you.
But the thing is, I already got
one strike against me
and you know with the two strike
rule around here...
Well, discretion is often
the better part of valor.
Are you f***ing with me?
What do you mean?
I mean, you're a local
bumpkin and all
but... sometimes
sometimes I get the feeling
that you're from far away.
Hey, a bunch of us
are, gonna meet up
on the golf course
after check in.
You up for that?
I mean, one more strike for
either one of us and it's...
Behind the green
on the seventh hole.
Midnight.
Don't be a p*ssy.
"Don't be a p*ssy."
"Don't be a p*ssy."
But the truth was...
I wasn't afraid
of anything...
except losing her.
I don't know, my mom said
she saw on the news that like
if you do this once
you'll get addicted.
-Your mom's a c*nt.
-Her mom loves you.
My mom doesn't love anybody.
I'm guessing, you haven't
done this before.
Come on, Tobs.
It's not gonna hurt.
-Isn't that amazing?
-Look at the moon.
-You feel good.
-You feel really good.
-I don't feel...
-Laura's gonna get addicted.
-No, I'm not.
-You're gonna get addicted.
Shut up!
Something you could
do every day, right?
Wait, the way
you talk is like...
It's like perfect.
It's...
That's exactly how I'm feeling.
Classic.
F***in', turn that f***in'
thing off, you f***in' moron.
Why is it so hard to get?
Because everybody wants it.
Yeah, man, you need...
You need like real...
Real connections to get
this sh*t, you know.
I... I could probably
get some more.
From who?
Y... You're bros in New Haven?
Sh*t, Jack, they wouldn't sell
you anything more
than some stepped on
f***in' Tide.
Those aren't my
only connections.
Come on, man.
I mean...
You'll never get your hands
on good coke.
If anybody can get it
Toby can.
Okay!
Okay!
So now I'm the bad guy?
Pussycat! Pussycat!
Come here, pussycat!
-Where are you going?
-I can't tell you.
It's freezing!
What?
Don't worry.
He's from Maine.
You're crazy.
With the balls
of a polar bear!
It really makes you think.
You know?
It makes me stop thinking.
My God!
I'm in love with you.
I know.
Where have you been?
-School.
-Doing what?
Homework.
What you... hold on.
You want us to believe
you were doing homework?
Your hair's wet.
You know, I... I'm finally
making the kind of friends
you guys want me to make
a... and now, he's giving me
a hard time.
Doing what?
What were you doing?
I was studying!
Just with some friends.
That's a load
of malarkey.
Were you Tobias?
Yeah, I said I was, alright.
Stay out of my f***in' business.
Hey! Hey!
What?
You don't speak
to your mother like that!
You understand?
We have every right to ask
where have you've been.
You just got suspended.
Now, look, you can't
you just can't afford
this kinda trouble.
Then again, we can't really
afford anything.
Right?
No money, no connections.
A pretender. A poser.
That's all I was.
-Hello?
-Dennis, hey.
Hey, man, what's goin' on?
Hey, man. I need your help.
He told me he'd handle it
and I didn't want to know how.
A good friend would've
probably stopped him.
But I wasn't a good
friend anymore.
I didn't know what I was.
Sh*t! What happened?
Next time I'll just hide
the money first.
You alright?
Yeah, I'm okay.
-Good.
-Here.
Thanks.
What's this?
It's the coke.
-What?
-Yeah.
I stole it from 'em.
F***ing pricks.
Dennis!
My God!
Thank you so much.
Yeah.
God, okay...
When we go in there, I need you
to do something for me.
Anything.
Here.
You just look like a badass.
That's it?
That's it.
-Alright.
-Okay, let's do it.
Alright so it's about half
an eight ball.
Each line is a hundred bucks.
Or you can do the whole thing
for five hundred.
F*** you. F*** you
and your mother.
You can get half an eight ball
in this town for two hundred!
Okay, then go get it.
You see my associate here
went through to make
the purchase.
Well, you know,
I take the whole bag.
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