Traffik Page #4

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BREA:
Well, when I went

to that gas station,

there was this girl in the

bathroom, and she just...

I don't know,

it was like she was

trying to tell me something.

All right?

You know, like she was

reaching out to me

and it was really awkward

and I didn't tell you this,

but before she left

the bathroom,

she looked me in the eye,

and she said...

It... It feels a lot like

the Fourth of...

July.

MALIA:
Look, it was...

Sounds like drugs to me.

One day, I got so f***ed up, I

thought it was Christmas. (LAUGHING)

Malia, oh, my gosh.

Seriously, though, what if

she put this in my purse,

and she was trying to tell me

that that was the code,

Fourth of July? I mean,

it's a number, right?

Try it.

Okay. Let's see.

Zero, seven, zero, four.

Hmm. No.

- Thoughts?

- Maybe try the, uh...

Try the first one.

The, uh, 1776.

BREA:
Thank you, baby, 1776.

And that did not work.

DARREN:
Why don't you try

a six-digit code?

Four is too easy

to crack.

Uh, what

do you think? Uh...

Zero-seven-zero-

four-seventeen?

- BREA:
Mmm-mmm.

- MALIA:
Okay. I have one.

Zero-seven-zero-

four-seven-six?

BREA:
Seven, six.

- (PHONE BEEPS)

- Ha!

It worked? Are you kidding me?

BREA:
Well done.

Are you kidding me?

(LAUGHING) You see?

- A lot of practice.

- (BOTH LAUGHING)

Okay. Let's see what

this phone is all about.

Huh. It looks like it's all

encrypted or something.

There's...

Most of the numbers are,

like, country codes and...

That's weird.

Why don't you go

in the photos?

Maybe we can see

some sexy selfies.

Yeah, I wanna see.

I wanna see.

Oh. Are you kidding me?

You're...

- Let me see.

- You guys are nasty.

No, actually... Actually,

you should check photos.

You might see

a picture of the girl

you were talking about

from the bathroom.

- See?

- That's a good point.

Let's do that.

JOHN:
Damn.

What's wrong with her?

Oh, they need better filters, man.

They look terrible.

Oh, my God.

JOHN:
Looks like

she got beat up.

Oh, I can't look at that sh*t.

BREA:
I mean,

one after... (GASPS)

Oh, my God.

- That's her?

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

That's the girl. That's the...

That's the girl.

- Are you sure?

- Honestly, her face has haunted me all day.

This is crazy.

(SIGHS)

I don't wanna

keep looking.

JOHN:
You know what's weird?

They're, like,

all in the same pose,

you know what I mean?

It looks like

profile pictures

like they're being

cataloged or some sh*t.

Cataloged for what?

I don't know, maybe...

Maybe to be sold.

- I've... I... (SIGHS)

- No, please. You're joking.

- It looks like human trafficking.

- Oh, no.

That makes sense.

It's a big business.

Second only

to arms dealing.

It's true.

So...

Probably.

It's true.

Maybe that's why the, um...

The country codes,

and the encrypted names

or whatever?

- Yeah.

- You really think so?

It's international.

This is...

Guys, we need

to call the police.

We're not

calling the cops, okay?

This is a corporate house.

I have ball players. I got big

name people that come here,

politicians, they're not

gonna come here.

The cops is gonna end up

on the news, or some sh*t.

You know,

we're calling the cops.

You're not

calling the cops.

Yeah, we absolutely

are calling the cops.

- Did you see it?

- She ain't slick.

- I know what she's doing.

- BREA:
We have to.

I know what you're doing.

You're not fooling anybody.

You're just...

You... You scoop this story.

You wanna write it up

for your little paper,

and get your job back.

I get it, it's cool, but don't

do that sh*t here, all right?

JOHN:
D, have you seen

what's on that phone?

Do it when you leave. No!

You're not calling

the cops from here.

Okay. You just keep doing

your Darren thing.

What is your problem

with me?

Huh?

What have I done to you?

Me? Nothing.

- What do you mean?

- You're talking about her?

- MALIA:
What are you talk...

- DARREN:
So now you're concerned about Malia.

She ain't worried about you.

- MALIA:
What are you talking about?

- Chill. Chill.

She might be worried

about his dick,

but she ain't worried

about you.

What the f***

are you talking about?

Oh, why don't you tell your

girl what I'm talking about?

MALIA:
D, stop.

You know

what I'm talking about.

- Shut the f*** up, Darren!

- Am I lying?

- Am I lying?

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

Shut up already, man.

Shut up!

Listen to me, it was just

one time, all right?

You didn't even know him.

I wasn't even with Darren.

You know that!

I'm very sorry.

It's all right.

Once a whore,

always a whore.

- Shut the f*** up!

- Hey, watch your mouth!

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Answer the f***ing phone.

I am not answering this phone.

I'm gonna leave.

I'm going home.

- At this hour?

- No, Malia, don't go.

- DARREN:
Get back here.

- MALIA:
Go to hell!

- Malia, don't go.

- DARREN:
This is bullshit.

Hey.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Malia. Malia. Malia.

Please. Please.

I'm sick of all your sh*t.

I... I'm sick of being stupid.

I'm done!

- Listen to me.

- (SPEAKING SPANISH)

I went overboard.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

me a chance. Just give me

a f***ing chance. Please just

give me a f***ing chance.

I don't believe you.

I don't want

this life anymore.

I'm not happy.

Malia, I'm sorry.

Just let me

live my life, please.

Just hear me out.

I'm done, D. I'm done.

Please...

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- They're sending someone.

- All right.

No, please not right...

Just give a minute.

- Okay.

- Please?

I should have told you.

Yeah. You should have.

I didn't know how.

I understand

why you didn't.

(SIGHS)

It's just, um...

No more lies, okay?

Okay.

We tell each other

the truth, okay?

From now on,

no matter what.

Okay. Okay.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

She's gone.

Bro. Bro.

I'm sorry.

All right?

I'm sorry, man.

I... I met Malia

before you even knew her.

All right?

It wasn't even like that

with me and her.

It was just like

a one-time thing.

Next thing I know,

we was all hanging out

and you brought her through.

So I just...

I didn't know how to tell you.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

I kind of felt stuck.

Man, we go back

to grade school.

It wasn't about her,

it's about us.

She f***ed me up.

(DARREN CONTINUES

INDISTINCTLY)

She didn't just leave,

she's gone.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Who the f*** is that?

It's the cops.

(GASPS)

BREA:
John!

Just gonna handle

this thing real quick.

Let's finish talking

after this, all right?

JOHN:
I'm coming right now.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hey. I don't know

if you remember me.

Of course I do.

Uh...

I... I think I put my phone

in your bag by accident.

And sometimes, I... I don't

know, I, like, get confused.

That's okay.

Yeah.

Why don't you come inside?

- No, it's okay.

- Come on.

I'm just...

I was just wondering

if I could get the phone.

Did you find it?

Yeah, I did.

Great.

- Look, um...

- Don't do that.

How'd you get here?

How did you know

I was here?

Did you... You said you

found the phone, though?

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