Fezco's grandma was a motherfuckin' G.
Damn.
Hey, fuckface!
What the fuck? You crazy...
Hey.
I just spoke to your daddy.
You're gonna come live with grandma now.
Okay?
And even though she wasn't, like, the best guardian...
She taught him everything he knew about life.
Bag that shit up. Put it in your fuckin' tighty-whities.
Cops ain't gonna pat down a fuckin' 10-year-old.
They don't wanna be fuckin' accused of bein'
fuckin' pederasts. You know what I'm sayin'?
He didn't really know much about his mom.
His grandma never really liked to talk about her,
except to occasionally say...
Your mom had a pure heart.
But your daddy always took advantage of that.
Let me tell you somethin' snowflake,
there's a short supply of kindness in this world.
People sniff it out...
and they swoop right the fuck in.
Don't ever fall in love.
It's the one instinct... you can't trust.
Fezco liked that she didn't treat him like a kid.
All right, today we're gonna learn about weight and volume.
He went to school,
and when he paid attention, he did well.
There's 28.5 grams in an ounce.
- How many ounces in a pound? - Sixteen.
Especially in math.
And then one day, he came home from school.
Fuckin' day I've fuckin' had.
He didn't know who the baby was.
What's up?
But so much always happened so fast
he decided it was better not to ask questions.
You remember the white cracker with the fuckin' bowl-cut?
Who the fuck brings a kid to a drug deal?
He ain't a kid, asshole. He's my partner.
That fuckin' bowl-cut cocksucka!
Sold me 10 grand of fuckin' Bayer Aspirin.
Fucked us both up the ass, snowflake.
Look at him. He's a cute little bastard.
Sad story, though. Some cunt mother gave him to me as collateral.
He's ours till 10 PM.
Hey, can I get the, uh, pop off?
Call me when his mama gets here.
The baby was really cute, but no matter what he did,
he couldn't get him to stop crying.
He probably just missed his mom.
She never came back to pick him up.
My nephew, your uncle, Carl,
he ends up eatin' so much fuckin' McDonald's,
he gives himself diabetes, right?
Next thing you know, they're chopping off his fuckin' feet, right?
Three years later, he fuckin' drops dead.
Do I call the fuckin' cops, and say,
"Oh, you gotta fuckin' arrest Ronald fuckin' McDonald?"
- I don't know. - No, I don't fuckin' call.
'Cause it's fuckin' Uncle Carl's fault.
Nobody told him to fuckin' eat McDonald's
for fuckin' breakfast, lunch and dinner.
You understand? Watch this fuckin' kid.
Come on. Get the baby. Oh, what the fuck are you doin'?
Come here. Let me get... Let me take it.
No, no, no. Get it. Yeah. This fuckin' kid.
He's eatin' fuckin' cigarettes.
Now, you're fuckin' one of us, right?
What are you, a little fuckin' ashtray?
Fuckin' livin' your best life in the fuckin' jacuzzi here.
Fezco knew that his grandma wasn't normal,
and did things that maybe other parents wouldn't do.
But they were a family.
Yeah.
What? He's at the Family Donut right now?
His grandma also taught him that,
despite what they teach ya in school,
violence is sometimes the best possible way to solve a problem.
I spy with my little eye... cracker with a bowl-cut.
Fez doesn't know why he did what he did,
but he did it anyway.
Muthafucka! Eat fuckin' shit!
Grandma! Grandma!
You fuckin' take my money? You scumbag!
Muthafucka! Piece of shit!
That was his first dark spot.
He didn't really remember anything for at least two months.
Just an occasional image, and an overwhelming fear
about who was gonna take care of Ashtray.
I don't feel too good. I'm gonna go lie down.
He never really blamed his grandma.
She never really apologized for it.
But he knew she felt bad.
He found this grandma on the floor of the bathroom.
Fez didn't wanna call 911 for obvious reasons,
so he decided to drive her car to the hospital, which took forever.
It was definitely a mistake. The doctor even said it.
- Is she going to be okay? - Every second counts.
The next thing he knew...
he had a business to run.
And a little brother to take care of.
And however hard he thought life was...
it got harder and more complicated.
'Cause the more you move up in the world,
the more enemies you make.
He wondered how his grandma would deal with someone like Nate.
But he didn't have his grandma.
Look at him over there!
Just Ash.
Ash was his brother.
He loved him like a brother.
And when shit went down...
You're late.
We got caught up dealin' with some bullshit.
I heard you got raided.
They ain't find nothin', though.
They ain't got shit on me.
He'd go to war like a brother.
I hope not.
Are we good?
Oh shit! Aah!
What the fuck?
Yo, bro, what the fuck, man?
God!
Oh, what the fuck? What the fuck?
Dude, what the fuck?
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Yo, it-it's up here on the right.
Yo, can you tell her to shut the fuck up?
Yeah, Rue, you gotta chill out back there for real.
Me and Ash gotta handle some serious business right now, so.
Yeah, for sure. No, I can do that.
I can just stay back here. It's real comfy.
Who the fuck is this bitch?
- Yo! - Who the fuck is this, man?
Hi, I'm Faye.
- What is she doin' here? - Nah, nah, bro, that's my fuckin' girl.
so good. I'm tellin' you. Like a fuckin' mouse.
- Okay? - Whatever, man. Let's just do this.
Faye... In the car.
Okay!
Ten, 20 minutes tops, all right?
Y'all just please stay in the car.
No fuckin' funny business. Let's go.
You know, you guys did right by me,
I'mma, I'mma do right by you.
I was tryin' to get ahold of that fuckin' doctor
I was telling you about, but he must be
on vacation or some shit.
Hi, I'm Faye.
Yo, fam, uh, Rue.
- How's your New Year's goin'? - What?
New Year's.
- It's fucking New Year's? - I believe so.
- What? - New year.
I swear my boyfriend doesn't tell me anything.
- So, who is this dude? - This dude ain't a dude.
All right? Her name is Laurie.
She's a little bit of a trip. Used to be a schoolteacher,
but there ain't no money in that.
Just, um, let me do the talking.
My girlfriend, at the fuckin' train station,
she left me straight-up.
She left you at a fucking train station?
- Yeah, I was, like, crying. - What a fucking cunt.
Yeah.
- Holy fucking shit. - Yeah.
Um... I don't think...
I wouldn't do that here.
- It's just heroin. - No, I, I see that.
But, maybe, like, I don't know. I just feel like it isn't...
the best place to do that.
- Why? - Um...
I just feel like this is really not the right time to be doing that.
Listen, I fucking know what you are.
You're just a fuckin' junkie-ass bitch,
and you're probably fucking eating that ginger's ass
for fuckin' oxys or whatever the fuck you're into.
Fuckin' junkie-ass bitch fuckin'...
Yo, what the fuck are you doing?
What, what the fuck?
Are you just puttin' it in there? What are you doing?
Oh my God... okay.
Jesus, that's your whole fucking crotch.
Ow, that looks like it hurt, ow.
What the fuck?
Fuck is you doin' here?
Mitch, don't fuckin' hesitate.
You come to my muthafuckin' house...
with a fuckin' 12-year-old,
two junkie whores, and a motherfucker I don't know.
- You out of your fuckin' mind? - Fuck!
- I'm on fuckin' probation. - Me too.
We are not involved with any illegal activity.
We don't associate with anybody involved in illegal activity.
And Laurie over there? Laurie don't deserve this shit.
Brucy.
All right, check this out.
All y'all, let's get naked right fuckin' now.
Come on, man. Let's go!
Get naked right fuckin' now. Let's go, c'mon.
You heard what the fuck he said, c'mon!
Come on, let's go. Everybody, let's go. Undress.
Except for you. Keep your shit on, man.
Nobody wants to see you naked.
B.J., take his ass down. Put 'em in a fuckin' closet.
Yo, yo, come on now, y'all. Chill.
- Nobody, Nobody got no fuckin' wire. - Prove that shit.
I don't know who the fuck you are! For real!
Far as I'm concerned, you're a fuckin' cop!
Obviously, I'm not wearing a fucking wire.
- You paranoid... - Ah!
Hey! Hey, hey, she didn't do shit.
I'm just tryna tell you...
- Oh fuck! - Let's go, c'mon.
Everybody, let's get naked.
C'mon, man, let's go. C'mon, man, hurry!
Let's go!
Come on. Let's go, man. Ain't got all fuckin' night.
You not hear what the fuck I said?
Uh, no, I'm, I'm just... I'm in, I'm in high school.
- Yo, yo, hold on, man. - Whoa there, pretty boy.
- I'll fold your shit right here. - Fuck.
Hurry up, bitch.
I've never met a fuckin' doped-out hooker
afraid to take her fuckin' clothes off.
I, I promise I won't say anything.
You promise? Promise fuckin' what? Huh?
Lift your fuckin' shirt up!
- Want me to do it for ya? Huh? - No, no, no, no.
Fold yo' shit.
Ayo, what the fuck is goin' on back there, yo?
Hurry the fuck up!
Okay.
Take your fuckin' pants off.
See how easy that was? Get fuckin' dressed.
- B.J., we good? - Yeah, we good.
Kid had a Glock on him.
So, now what?
Hey... Laurie.
It's really good to see you again.
Um... I, I wanted to introduce you to
a super-dope friend of mine...
my boy, Fez. He's, like... He's fire, like...
Where's Mouse?
Um...
You think I could, like, put my drawers on,
and talk to you in the other room for a sec?
Okay.
Mouse ain't gonna be comin' around no more.
Why's that?
'Cause I didn't like the way he did business.
Says the guy who brings a kid to a drug deal.
That's not a kid. That's my business partner.
Says the guy who brings
a high school girl to a drug deal.
That's my family.
She an addict?
She might fuck around, but nah.
So you trust her?
With my life.
Um, could I put my clothes back on now?
Only if you want to.
I'll get the kid.
Sorry about all the hubbub, guys.
Just being careful.
So, you all ready to do some business?
Yes, ma'am.
That was hon...
Honestly, that was the craziest shit I've ever experienced.
What was... The fuckin' dude with the long hair
and the fuckin' gun? What was his deal?
That was a fuckin' look, wasn't it?
Geez. Oh, my God.
And, and when, when he took me...
Fuckin' when old boy, he... When he took me to the back,
I, well, I thought for sure I was gonna...
Ah, fuck.
And that lady, let me just say, she is a fucking gangster.
She's a fucking gangster. They all work for her.
Aye, why you actin' like that shit was fun, Rue?
For real. You're pissin' me off.
Actin' dumb as fuck right now.
Goddamn, all smilin' and laughin' and shit.
You know, half of that shit was your fault, too.
- Fuckin' around, actin' stupid. - Sorry!
I'm j... I'm just saying, serious question.
How many female drug dealers do you know?
- Good ones? - Yes.
- One. - Case in point.
I know what fuck I'm saying. Shit's gotta change.
If I don't find a bathroom,
I'm gonna spend New Year's with a fucking UTI.
- Where's the bathroom? - That way.
Thank you.
- Maddy, have you seen Cassie? - I thought she was with you.
No, we like got in a screaming fight
and she got out the car in the middle of the road.
Wait, what?
- How are you doin' tonight? - Terrible.
$2.19.
Happy New Year.
What were you fighting about?
She was drinking while I was driving.
- How long ago was this? - Like an hour and a half.
Did you call her?
She's not answering.
She always answers.
I know. It's fucking weird.
Can I see your I.D.?
Thank you.
What's up, Cassie.
- Hi. - You want somethin' to wash that down?
Thanks.
What are you doin' tonight?
Well, I was supposed to go to this party with my sister.
- Right. - And then,
we got into this really big fight.
- Are you still with McKay? - Mmm, no.
- What happened? - We broke up.
- Why? - 'Cause...
we were in different places.
Yeah, it's the same shit with me and Maddy.
Yeah. I know.
But you're like a, you're like a relationship kind of girl, right?
Trying not to be.
I didn't mean it like that.
- Like what? - Like, I'm,
I'm just tryna focus on myself.
- Why? - Because I keep making mistakes
and not learning from them.
Would you like a ride to this party?
Ah, ah, ah!
Oh, my God!
I'm soaking wet!
I'm actually worried. She was, like, very drunk.
I'm sure she's fine.
There's no way Cassie's gonna miss a New Year's Eve party.
I'm using the fuckin' bathroom!
Nate?
Shh!
Uh, just a sec.
Hold on!
- Yo, just a minute! - Open the fucking door, Nate!
I have to pee!
Are you fuckin' crying?
Can you open the door?
Shh, there's no fuckin' reason to cry. You haven't been caught.
I have to pee, Nate! Open the door!
Calm down, and put your clothes on.
- I can't... She's my best friend. - Open the door!
I need to pee!
I'm just usin' the bathroom! Just a second!
Fuckin' pee outside!
Are you taking a shit at a party?
- Have you guys talked to Cassie? - No.
- Will you let me know if you do? - Yeah.
I can't believe Maddy's so sweet, though.
Yeah, sometimes.
Yo, you Rue's friend, right?
Yeah, since like preschool.
Sorry, I don't know why I said that.
Nah, you good. You met where you met.
Yo, what was your name again?
- Lexi. - Lexi.
I like that. That's a nice name.
Thanks.
Aye, yo. Nah, bro. Get the fuck down from there, bro.
Hell no.
You're so disgusting. I can smell it.
- I hear you taking a shit. - It's okay.
Hurry the fuck up!
We shouldn't have done this.
I need you to focus, okay?
What are you fuckin' doing?
- I'm all tangled. - Okay, Okay.
I'm so scared. I'm really scared, Nate.
Hey, look at me. Look at me.
I need you to trust me.
- I need you to trust me, okay? - Mm-hm.
Wipe your ass and come out. I need to pee!
I need you to listen to exactly what I say.
I'm gonna break this fucking door, Nate.
Open the fucking door!
You waitin' for the bathroom?
Do I know you?
A lot of people know me.
- Do you know me? - Yeah.
You're the girl I met on New Year's Eve
standin' in line for the bathroom.
Oh, God.
Shit.
Ooh.
How you guys doin'? Happy New Year.
Wait, did you not wash your hands?
What the fuck are you talking about, Maddy?
I can't believe you took a shit at a party,
and you didn't wash your hands.
Yo, wassup? My name's Travis.
I would shake your hand, but I don't wanna get Hepatitis.
- Yo, can we talk somewhere in private? - No, because I have to
fucking pee. Move.
My goal tonight is to black out this entire fucking stupid year.
- Okay? - Stop!
Oh shit, sorry.
What were you snorting?
I wasn't. I wasn't snorting anything.
Yeah, you were.
Nah... fixing this washing machine, actually.
I work for, uh... Whirlpool.
Yeah.
You see it? It's all messed up, so I'm just...
If you tell me what drugs you're doing,
I'll tell you what drugs I'm doing.
- Yeah, okay, deal. - Tight.
Fuck.
Fuck my life.
Oh, God.
Wanna smoke?
Fuck.
- Oh, no. - You all right?
Uh... Mm-hm.
I think I'm gonna need ya to check my pulse.
Are you... Are you for real?
Who was that guy?
Literally, the worst person in the world.
Mm-mm, I don't smoke random people's weed.
Fifty-six.
Fuck.
Oh, I think I might be goin' into cardiac arrest.
Are you fuckin' serious? Do you want me to call an ambulance?
Nuh-uh. No, I just... Uh, just, Adderall.
Just crush up the Adderall. It's in my sock.
Didn't we do the same amount of drugs?
No.
Come on, we've met before.
- You know who I am. - Mm, I really don't. I promise.
Okay, fine.
All I know is your name is Travis.
You're like three years ahead of me,
and you're like a DJ or a producer,
and you had a song on the radio. Whatever.
- Hi, have you seen Rue? - No.
Yo, Happy New Year, Jewel!
It-it's Jules.
Yeah, come on. I know your name, Jewel.
Have you seen Rue?
- Um, yeah, she's somewhere around here. - Is she?
Oh, fuck.
There it is. Oh, there's my heart.
Hello, heart... Thought I lost ya.
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
I'm not sure it's a good thing we met.
What are you talkin' about?
You're my new favorite person.
Ah shit.
Ooh, thought I was gonna die for a second there.
Could you imagine just finding me dead? Oh man!
- Thanks. - Yeah.
- Yeah.
So, did you, like, have a good Christmas,
or are you Jewish or somethin'?
Yeah, well, my mom's Jewish,
but she always says if the Christians can steal
Christmas from the Pagans, then the Jews can also.
You say the Christians stole Christmas?
Well, in order to convert the Germanic Pagans
who, like, celebrated winter solstice and stuff,
the Christians were like,
"Fuck it. Let's just say Jesus was born this day,
and you can hang tinsel and stuff."
How you just go and change the man's birthday?
Well, in the same way King James was rewriting
the Bible on one side of the castle,
and had witches tryna turn his pee into gold on the other.
Yo, how the fuck do you know all of this?
I don't know, by reading.
Do you, like, not believe in God?
Damn, Lexi... you fuckin' fearless.
Thanks.
Do you believe in God?
Hell yeah, I believe in God.
Like, there's a man sitting in the clouds...
judging all of your actions and stuff.
Hell yeah.
Can I ask you a personal question?
What's up?
How do you justify dealing drugs then?
Well, I mean, my Uncle Carl got diabetes
from eatin' too much McDonald's.
You don't see nobody goin' after they ass.
Yeah, but if I were God, I don't know
if I'd let McDonald's CEO in Heaven.
I'd be like, "Fuck that guy."
Yeah, that's a good point.
I have to get back to you on that one.
- Did you find her? - No.
Well, if you found her, we wouldn't be hangin' out.
Oh, yeah. It's, probably, true.
I'm sorry.
When we first started hanging out,
I thought we'd be pretty close,
but... guess not.
I know. That's my fault. I'm sorry...
No, I didn't mean it like that. I didn't even mean it.
No, but, I mean, it's true, like...
my world got too small,
and... it didn't feel good.
It's okay.
I don't, I don't remember.
- You don't remember? - Mm-mm.
- Stop lyin'. - I don't listen to the radio.
- Can I kiss you, baby? - No.
- Yo, yo. What's good, man? - McKay, good to see you.
- Been a couple weeks, man. - Yeah.
- Hey, Happy New Year, McKay! - Wassup, wassup, Lex!
- Happy New Year! - Uh, have you seen Cassie?
- Uh, nah. I ain't seen Cass since... - Yeah.
- Is she here, though? - Uh, no.
No?
Well, will you text me if you hear from her?
Yeah, I got you.
Yo, it's good to fuckin' see you, bro.
- Good to see you, man. - Yeah.
- Are you good? - Yeah, no, I'm good, man.
You waitin' on somebody?
Why not?
'Cause you're the corniest guy I've ever met.
But you're literally the sexiest girl I've ever met.
- Thank you. You have good taste. - Love at first sight.
- You are trippin'. - I'm trippin'?
Yeah... you're high.
What the fuck is that?
Come on, pick up.
Yo, check it out.
Some girl like passed out in here.
Who cares? You wanna dance?
Hell yeah, I wanna dance.
Oh, fuck. You're really hot,
but I'm still gonna take a shit, sorry.
Oh, okay.
- Bro, I was just about to ask you. - Yeah, man, I fucked up.
But I'm doin' everything I can to get her back.
Oh my God! Oh my God. Oh my God.
- I'm sorry. Are you okay? - You scared the fucking shit out of me.
- Happy New Year's. I love you. - Aw, I love you, too.
You two are disgusting.
Cassie, where the fuck have you been?
I called you, like, 500 times.
- You did? - Why aren't you answering the phone?
Happy New Year, Cass! I love you.
Hey, Cass, can I talk to you for a minute?
Uh, yeah, totally.
Why is Cassie acting so fuckin' weird?
I don't know.
- Hey. - Where'd you go?
I was startin' to miss you.
- That's not true. - Why would I lie?
You're, like, the coolest person in here.
I just felt like we were in two different places or something.
But what was it specifically that made you feel like that?
It wasn't anything specific. It was just a feeling.
You still feel that way?
Like, we're in two completely different places?
Fuck.
Cass, what's wrong?
I'm sorry. What's wrong?
I shouldn't be anybody's girlfriend.
What does that mean?
I don't know if I'm a good person.
- All right. - I'm sorry...
All right, no. You ain't gotta say nothin' else to me.
Rue?
Hey.
To... fuckin' New Year's.
Yo... yo, you fuck her?
Nah, man, we were just havin' a conversation.
You tryin' to tell me you took her in that room,
and you didn't dick her down?
- Nah, I didn't. - I don't believe you.
Come on, tell me the truth.
That's the truth. I took her in the room, had a conversation.
That was it.
Are you tryin' to tell me that you didn't miss those titties?
- Come on, bro. - I knew it. I knew it.
You dirty motherfucker. You dirty motherfucker.
- You wear a condom? - Come on, bruh, chill...
Nah, you wear a condom?
- You dirty motherfucker. - Chill, chill...
You dirty motherfucker.
- Yo, where'd you come? - Bruh, chill.
- Where'd you come? - Chill.
- Come in her mouth? - Bro, chill...
Yo, you come on her belly?
- Yo, you come in her cunt? - The fuck is wrong with you, bro?
- You come in her cunt? - Shut up, bro. Chill.
Aight.
Happy New Year's, motherfucker.
Happy New Year.
What are you doing?
Smokin' a little bit of weed.
Uh, could I talk to you?
Uh, yeah.
Uh, you can take my chair. I'm gonna get a drink.
How you doing?
I'm good.
When did you relapse?
Just fuckin' weed, Jules.
Like, when did you relapse?
You want me to be honest?
Yeah.
The night you left.
Yo, I gotta cut soon,
but... I just wanna tell you that...
talkin' to you was one of the best parts of my whole year.
Yeah, right.
- Why you always doin' that shit? - What?
I don't know, like, doubting yourself and shit.
Oh, I don't know. Do I do that?
Mm, kinda.
Yo... can I, like, get your phone number or somethin'?
Yeah.
Um, here.
I hope to see you soon, Lexi. Have a good night.
You, too.
- Yo, what's good? - Start the car and be ready, man.
All right, sure thing.
- Dude, I... - No, dude, I'm done for the night.
Wait, where are you going?
Yo, Fez said if you want a ride, now's the time.
All right.
Well, um... I guess I gotta go.
- Okay. - All right.
Everyone, everyone! One minute till fuckin' New Year's!
Jules?
I'm, uh, I'm, uh...
I'm sorry about that. I...
I didn't mean to be mean.
Um... I don't know. I'm just havin' a tough time.
You know? Uh...
I just really miss you.
I really miss you, too.
I know that I never, uh, I never really said it before,
but... I want to be with you.
Say something.
Happy New Year!
Excuse me. Excuse me.
What's up, man? You havin' a good time?
Yeah.
You make any New Year's resolutions?
- No, you? - A few.
The last time we talked, didn't you say you wanted to kill me?
Yeah, well... It's a new year, playboy.
Oh, my God!
Fezco, stop!
McKay! Stop.
Stop! Fezco, stop!
Fezco, get off of him!
- Stop! - Chill, chill, chill!
Chill, chill, chill! Come on, guys.
It's New Year. Come on.
- Careful, careful, careful. - Pick him up!
Relax, relax!
Is he okay? Is he okay?
Help me get him up! Help me get him up! Come on.
Wait, watch his head. Careful, careful!
Fuck!
Damn.
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Happy New Year.