Carter & June

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1

(skateboard rasping)

(rock music)

(crickets chirping)

(ship honking)

Hey.

[Man] What's up, man?

Good?

Yup.

So how do I know these guys?

You know, know my right.

Would know these

frat boys'd be better

if they weren't too p*ssy to

the try a real drug.

What do you mean real drugs?

I f*** like a beast when

I'm on that meth, brah.

That's good to know, because?

All right, here they come.

Frat boys, huh?

[Man] These look like the

f***ers I know.

What's up?

Don't tell me, I'm

trying to guess

what frat you guys are in.

How about f*** your mama,

that's what frat we're in.

Hey, where Bobby at?

Bobby's my little

brother, fuckhead.

Well relax, dude.

Bobby's the one who

made the deal with us

so we're wondering where he is.

Now you make the deal with me.

Okay.

Listen man, you

wanna do business

or you want to stand

around and look tough?

Come on.

Let's do business.

Got the cash?

Give me the molly first.

All right.

It's okay?

(sirens sounding)

F***, cops!

F***, man, run!

Run, run, run!!

Come on, come on, come on!

Everybody run!

Pleasure doing business

with you gentlemen.

Mr. Jenkins.

Perfect timing

as always, Eddie.

The f*** is this sh*t?

What, this?

Sugar.

Here, you can have it.

Give it to Linda, maybe

she can make a pie with it.

Don't talk about

my wife, a**hole.

We're not friends.

If you ever let me run up on

a bunch of skinheads again

without a warrant, I

will beat your ass.

Sorry, what did you say?

I was just thinking

about your wife's pie.

F***ing smartass.

Motherf***er!

F***er, what the f***, man!?

(screaming over each other)

What the f*** wrong

with you, huh?

F***ing cheat me, huh, cheat me?

How dare you cheat me, huh?

F*** you, Carter.

I don't trust your ass.

The f*** did you

get nunchucks, man?

Jesus f***.

Goddamnit.

(light rock music)

Never have I had

a rational mind

and never have I

been rational inside

My gut, my heart and my head

That's the way

they've always been

(car revving)

You're early.

What are you doing here, Tom,

I have until six

o'clock with him.

You wanna fight

about the difference

between 5:
45 and six,

then you can lawyer up.

Hey buddy, you

have to go, okay?

(boy whining)

I know you don't want to go.

No, it doesn't mean

I don't love you.

(boy whining)

You're only acting like this

because you know I can't

afford the custody battle.

[Dad] You can't, can you?

Feeling not ashamed

of what's inside of me

And I will never

Hey, what you say, Dolores?

Carter, where's my 200 bucks?

Next week, promise.

Is he around?

He's in his office.

Cool, I'll just go say hi.

Wait at the bar.

Spot me a Jack on the rocks?

You need to quit

trying me, Carter.

You just think you're

so damn cute, don't you?

[Woman] Hi, Carter!

Hi, darling.

Hey you guys ever get that

raccoon out the house?

[Woman] No.

Oh f***.

I need you to understand

this is a simple business.

But you can make yourself

a damn fine living

provided you can

convince the hard d*cks

who come through here that if

they give you enough money,

you might f*** them.

See that's the common misconception

about the strip business

it's not about tits

or ass or p*ssy,

it's about the

possibility of p*ssy.

It's a con, pure and simple.

These hard dick mouth breathers

will buy you cocktails

and cocaine and throw as

much chit at your coochies

you can catch under the pathetic

misguided conception,

maybe tonight

might just be the night

that you go home with them.

That is of course, and this is

the important part, so focus.

You never actually f*** them.

Hmm?

The second you do that, the

power flips, it's all over.

And they won't even buy you

a plan B pill after that.

Now I'm telling you this

because I think you could

be one of the great ones.

You've got the look.

Do you have some daddy issues?

Of course you do, who doesn't?

That doesn't mean you

can't make some cash.

I'm talking real cash

like Bennigan the money

from back in the day, not

the bullshit Applebees crap.

That's only working three

or four shifts a week.

Spencer, what the f***?

What kind of nonsense

are you filling

my baby's head with?

Oh I'm merely offering

her some fatherly advice.

Lord knows your daddy's not

doing it from prison is he?

Come on baby, let's go

get you a cheeseburger

and some soda pop.

You come back when

you're ready honey,

I'll still be here.

F*** you Spencer,

she's just a little girl.

That you brought

to a titty bar.

Carter's here.

Is he now?

Oh that b*tch better

have my money.

I had your money

in my f***ing hands.

That little prick

smacked me in the head

and he took it.

No.

Yeah, can you

f***ing believe that?

I mean Jesus Christ?

Whatever happened to

honor among thieves?

So he struck you?

Oh right here?

Yeah, yeah, right, oh f***!

Your poor choice in partners

is not my concern.

At least when you

worked with June

you had one functioning intellect

between the two of you.

It's funny you mentioned June

because I think she's finally

starting to come around.

Really?

(slapping)

Ow, goddammit.

Think I give a f*** about

your couple's counseling?

Okay, okay, okay.

Here.

I've made you a lot

of money in the past

and I'll get you the

rest by tomorrow.

I'll come up with

something, I always do.

One day more and

you will pay me

every cent you owe

me, do you understand?

Now you made me late

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