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you're bringing business

into the area.

All right, make this quick.

- I can't go in there.

- Huh?

You've gotta get it for me.

You said you would.

What, are you crazy?

Eli, you said you would.

I cannot go in there.

I owe the guy money.

- F***

F***

You're killing me, Mom.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

What?

- You look ridiculous.

Lose the tie.

What's wrong with the tie?

Take it off, Eli.

Just take the stupid tie off.

- All right.

- Now put this on.

There you go.

There you go.

Put it on; we've got to

rough you up a little bit.

What is this?

- It's something I got you

for Christmas years ago.

You never wore it.

- You got this for me?

Can't wait to see it on you.

- You got this

in the women's department?

You look adorable.

- You think

I'm an adolescent teenaged girl?

- Sweetie, ifs unisex.

Come on.

This looks all right?

- I wish you had

a little more scruff on you.

- Yeah, well, I shaved,

you know, for the audition.

- Oh, yeah, that, well...

you look great then.

But you can

change back later.

All right, here.

Put these on.

There you go.

All right.

Oh, we'll do this.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- It's all right?

- There we go.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- I think so.

- No, ifs not.

I look like the Unabomber.

Oh, my God, you're right.

Forget that.

Okay, here.

Sweet.

- Good?

- Good, yeah.

Okay, so what do I do?

Okay.

You knock on the door.

- Okay.

- And you ask

for Sprinkles, right?

- Ask for Sprinkles?

- Mm-hmm.

- That's a person?

- Yeah.

If he asks who you are,

you tell him you're a friend

of Pauly Rezzer's.

He'll know who that is.

- Okay.

- When you get inside,

you ask for a 20 of blow.

Uh, no.

You'd better-

better make that 50, right?

Sure, why not a kilo?

Just listen, all right?

All right, sorry.

Then you give him the money.

He'll go in the back,

get the sh*t,

and then you get out of there,

all right?

And do not tell him who you are.

- Why?

Who am I?

My son.

Go make your mother proud.

This is ridiculous.

Ah, ya f***in' door!

Don't speak espanol.

Don't hold out on me, Black.

You know

I don't speak Spanish.

Help me help you.

I can't do everything.

Hold on!

Acting like you the damn police.

What up?

- Hey, not much.

How's it going?

- I'm good.

Can I help you?

Good, good.

So, uh, okay, so I'm a friend

of Pauly Rezzer's.

He's a good friend of mine.

He told me to stop by.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

What's his middle name?

I, uh...

I think it's, uh-

Nah, I'm just f***in' with ya.

Come on in.

Gotta stay on my toes.

Wipe your feet off.

My mother just cleaned.

Mommy!

N' nI nI no-

No, no.

No, see, no, dude, English!

No, man, I need you

to speak English, okay?

How do you know Pauly?

Yeah, we play-

we play music together,

so-yeah.

- I didn't know Pauly

played music.

Yeah, big time, big time.

We, uh, tickle the ivories

sometimes, I guess.

- Anybody there

speak English?

I love sports.

- What kind of sports that,

eafing?

- Ma, why you giving me

a hard time?

I'm talking to the white boy.

So you like Mozarts and sh*t?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you like that sh*t?

You like that f***ing sh*t?

Me too.

- Nah, I'm not partial

to Mozart,

but I love music.

No comprende, maricon.

- F*** he want?

- No comprende.

I don't know.

He keep talkin' about persona-

- Yeah, hey, guys, can I get

like, a 50 of blow?

I'm kinda feeling like-

- So what the f*** is he saying?

- A little jonesy.

- Watch your mouth!

- Sorry, Mommy.

- I don't know.

We need to get Javier in here

to translate, man.

I don't understand this.

- I'm quite sure

restauranto means restaurant.

Yo, so can I, uh,

can I get, like,

a 50 of blow, you guys?

Yo.

This is torture, man.

- Uh...

- You hungry?

- No!

- You sure?

- Yes, I'm sure-

I'm sorry.

Yes, hi.

It smells very nice.

I'm just-l'm kind of

in a rush here, you guys.

Can I just get

the stuff, okay?

- Hold on.

What he talking about?

I don't know, man.

He got this, uh, uh, negociar,

negro-

- Negotiate.

He means negotiate, okay?

Yo!

Ah, gracias.

There you go.

What was that?

- He said to meet him

at the restaurant in 20 minutes

to negotiate,

to make the deal.

You speak Spanish?

- Si.

Yes.

- That's cool.

- Thanks.

Thanks a lot, bop.

- All right, man.

Thanks.

So, uh, all right,

can I get a 50 of blow?

- All out.

- You're all out?

- You heard the man.

He said we all out.

- What are you,

a vending machine?

You're a drug dealer.

How do you run out of drugs?

You have nothing here?

No, that was my connect.

It's re-up time, homes.

- That was your guy?

- Yeah.

- F***!

Okay, well-

All right.

I'll go with you, okay?

And, uh, I'll translate for you.

How does that sound?

How about that?

- Hell, yeah.

That's cool.

- Good, we can even take my car.

What do you think?

- I might even throw in

a free eight ball.

- Whatever.

I can buy you dinner-

- You're leaving after I cooked

all this food for you?

Ma, not now!

You're driving me crazy!

I told you today

was a re-up day!

Them collard greens

didn't buy themselves!

Waste.

- Come on, Black.

- That's all it is.

Save me a plate, Moms.

- What you said

your name was again?

Uh, Mozart.

- Mozart.

Like the piano man.

You a funny man.

Ain't he funny, Black?

Yeah, he funny.

Let's do it.

Penny!

What the f***

are you doing here?

- Hey, man,

I know I owe you money.

I shouldn't have come.

Eli, get in the car.

- This your moms?

- Not by choice.

You sent him here?

Let me wrap my brain

around this f***ing one.

Black, does this b*tch

owe me money?

- Yeah, the b*tch

owes you money.

- I oughta f*** you up

real bad, Penny.

Or your boy.

- Whoa, wait, wait, me?

No, I'm going

to translate for you.

- Translate what?

- Yo, Mom, shut up.

Yo, does that cancel her debt?

- We are not doing anything.

F*** that!

- Yes, we are.

- Oh, yes, you are.

Your boy works for me now.

Yeah, and what if I say no?

- Black beats the sh*t

out of Mozart,

and I'll pull all your

f***ing teeth out of your head,

then make you gargle vinegar.

- Good?

- Yeah.

Great.

Let's get in the f***ing car.

Come on, man.

- Yo, Mom,

just shut the f*** up, okay?

Hey, hey, hey, listen to him.

Get in the car, okay?

I'm driving.

Come on.

Come on.

- Put that boy's life

in danger?

You f***ing idiot!

Hey, hey, hey-

- Look at all this garbage

in here.

How long this Pamper

been sitting here?

Come on, move the car!

Got to pump the gas.

- Mom, stop it.

What are you doing?

All right, okay, all right.

- Yo, let's start

this b*tch up.

We're trying.

- Trying to do what?

Turn the key.

- Move the car.

Come on!

This raggedy sh*t.

- Stop all the shucking

and jiving up there.

- Jesus Christ,

you're embarrassing me.

Mozart, let's go.

Come on, man, y'all slow,

and y'all dumb.

- Turn the key and let's go

get the hell out of here.

Slow and dumb.

- Yeah, slow and dumb.

Let's go.

- Is that possible?

- I don't know.

Move the car, Mozart!

- I got it!

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