Where the Day Takes You Page #7

Come on, man, let's go.

Yeah. No, you're right.

F*** this place.

You're right. I gotta get out too.

We'll get Little J and Greg,

and maybe we'll come.

Yeah. Anyway, if I don't see you,

it's good knowing you.

Yeah, you too.

Yeah. Have a good life.

It's nice to meet you, Heather.

Take care.

Later days

and better lays, y'all.

You didn't do sh*t.

Yeah, well, that doesn't matter.

(TV PLAYING)

I want you out of here.

I want you out of here now!

I heard you the first time!

No, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me.

(GROANING)

Oh, f***.

Oh, you gave me sh*t, man.

TED:
What the f***

you talking about?

Oh, you tried to cheat me,

motherf***er!

You gave me sh*t!

Take this, man!

I don't cheat nobody!

I don't cheat nobody!

You wanna buy from

somebody else, kid, you do it.

I don't wanna sell to you no more.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Ted.

You just can't handle it, man.

I can.

Sit down.

I'm sorry, man.

I didn't mean it, man.

I'm sorry.

You're practically

my brother, man.

If I would've known you couldn't handle

the smack, I never would've given it to you.

I can handle it.

The f*** you can!

Look at you.

You stink, man. What the hell

is wrong with you?

Nothing.

Nothing! F*** that!

I'll tell you what's wrong

with you.

You're a spoiled little sh*t

who's ended up on the streets...

...and thinks he's a

bad man with an attitude.

You're nothing but a punk, man, that's

it. A punk who can't handle his drugs!

F***ing pathetic.

All right. From now on,

it's cash only.

Maybe that'll help you

slow down a little.

You still got cash,

don't you?

Well, all right.

What do you want?

A quarter?

No.

I'll give you a 20 piece.

That's it.

Okay.

Show me your cash.

Have you seen him?

You just missed him.

And too bad for you. He had a bunch

of money and bought me all this food.

Where'd he go?

Hey, hey.

Where'd he go?

To score some speed from Ted.

Sh*t. Thanks.

Young love. Sheesh.

You just do like we said, all right?

Okay.

Just leave it to me.

You stay in the hall.

You got your money?

Right here.

Is he here?

Ted.

Look out, Vikki.

What the f***?!

Ted!

Where's Greg?

Ted, where's Greg?

Greg's here, I know he is.

What can I do for you, man?

Just stay the f*** out of my face.

Sure.

Greg!

Sh*t.

What?

What the hell are you doing?

King.

What are you doing?

What's up, bro?

What?

Look at yourself.

What?

Look at yourself. How do you feel?

Well, it's cool, man.

It's not cool, Greg.

(METAL CLANGS)

We're in big trouble,

all right?

Little J and Heather and I

are leaving on a bus tomorrow.

What happened?

Somebody got shot, all right?

You're coming with us.

Where are we gonna go?

I don't know. Someplace cheap.

We'll just get on a bus and go where

it's going, okay? What do you say?

We'll be together?

Yeah, all of us. All right?

Okay.

All right. Get the hell up.

Get your shirt on.

I can't... Wait. I'm too high

for the street, man.

Listen, you'll do what I tell you

to do when I tell you to do it.

I'm too high, man.

Listen!

Look, no more drugs.

Here, take my money.

This doesn't mean

anything to me.

I can't believe a word you're saying.

On my honour.

I just need to know

you're gonna be there.

On my honour,

I'll be there.

I'm trusting you.

I promise.

Noon. Noon.

What? What are we...?

What's wrong?

I tell Greg in there... Where

are we gonna go? What city?

Are we just gonna pick a city?

What's gonna change?

Maybe we'll find

a freeway underpass...

or a nice squat.

Or maybe I'll just get my

sh*t together and get a job.

I told Greg that everything

would be fine.

I have no right. I have no right.

I can't promise anything.

No, you can't. You can't

promise anything to anybody.

You mean the world

to them.

I just want them to see how to

look out for themselves better.

They love you.

I...

Little J, are you home?

Little J.

Where you been?

You okay?

Yeah.

No, man.

What are...?

F***!

Man, I didn't mean to shoot him.

I f***ed everything up for us.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm f***ing sorry. F***!

F***!

F***.

Man, I'm f***ing sorry.

I didn't mean to f***ing shoot him.

I know, J.

He tried to kill me.

You saved my life.

Man, where the f***...?

What are we gonna do?

J, cool it. Cool it.

J, what?!

We're leaving. We're splitting town.

You're gonna come with us, okay?

Where the f*** are we going, King?

Now, listen to me.

What the f*** do we have. No!

J!

I'll take care of you, J.

Listen. Listen.

What?

I'll take care of you.

Will you come with us?

Come on, J. Come on.

Come with us.

Yeah.

Good. Come on.

F***. F***.

Hey, hold up there.

F***.

Police officers.

Wanna ask you a couple of questions.

Why?

Just got a couple questions for you.

I didn't do anything.

That's all right.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Oh, sh*t.

Goddamn it!

Get up! Get up!

I didn't do anything!

F*** are you running for? Shut up!

Jesus-f***ing-Christ.

You okay?

Yeah. Look, we're not

gonna take you in.

We just wanna ask you

a couple of questions, that's all.

Where the f*** is King?

I don't know King.

You're a f***ing liar.

I never heard of a...

I don't know who King is.

You're a f***ing liar! He's your friend

of yours. You're lying. Where's King?

I ain't seen him.

Oh, yeah? What were you running for?

What do you got on you?

I ain't seen him.

I swear to God. I ain't seen

him since he been in jail.

What's that? Huh?

You're a lowlife scumbag,

you know that?

All you had to do was share a little

information with me. Where King was.

Now you got a real problem.

What do you want from me?

You're going to jail. You have

the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything you say can

and will be used against you in a court of law.

(MELISSA ETHERIDGE'S

"ROYAL STATION 4I16" PLAYING)

You did the right thing,

talking to the cops.

You save yourself.

Save yourself.

F*** King, man.

F*** him.

You did the right thing,

little bro.

Come to me, okay?

Good. Good.

KING:

What do you got?

No, J. You gotta roll it

over your knuckles.

You'll get it when you

get a little older.

MAN (OVER SPEAKERS):

Bus number 420...

Sh*t, we can't wait.

We gotta go.

What about Greg?

We can't wait. Let's go.

...now boarding at Gate G.

Which way to departures?

KING:

Sh*t.

Where the hell is Greg?

You guys, wait here.

I'm gonna check again.

(MELISSA ETHERIDGE'S "YOU CAN

SLEEP WHILE I DRIVE" PLAYING)

MAN (ON SPEAKERS): This is

the final call for bus number 420.

Service to Riverside, Indio...

F***, Greg.

Oh, sh*t.

I f***ing did it.

Hey, King, I did it.

Hey, freeze! Don't move.

Put the gun down, son.

Come on, put it down.

Little J, put down the gun. Don't

make a mistake, son. Don't...

OFFICER:

Come on, son, put it down.

Put it down. What are you doing?

F*** them!

Don't, man!

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

INTERVIEWER:
How do you see

your future on the street?

What do you mean?

Do you see yourself always on the street?

Or do you see yourself getting off...

Look, if you got a plan,

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