The Blackout

How do you answer the question?

As you look at your life,

are you satisfied...

with what and

where you are in your life?

What do you want to be different?

I want to be free of my past.

I want to--

What comes to your mind?

What are your options?

That's the problem.

What do I do?

I can't get on with my life until

I can solve my past, then I can move on.

You have these nagging thoughts

that you did something terrible?

Has anybody ever

supported those thoughts?

-So this is all in your mind?

- Yes.

Matty, what's up?

What's up, you rat bastard?

Where you goin'?

Lend me some money, man!

How ya doin', man?

I know you got it. Not that!

Have a Kiss!

There he is, folks.

The six-million-dollar movie man. I read

it in Hollywood Reporter. It's true.

I'm bored, Annie.

Tell us a joke.

You understand

if I speak in French?

We understand.

- In French.

- In French, you understand?

- In French.

- In French, you understand?

Yes, in French.

Come on. I like that.

Come on. For real.

Miami Beach.

I hate this guy.

Welcome home, Matty.

Yeah, and just when you thought

it was safe to go into the water.

Hey, lover boy.

What about your friends?

Jesus Christ.

They act like

they haven't seen each other.

- I missed you.

- Yeah? I missed you too, baby.

- It's impossible.

- Why?

Why is it impossible

for me to miss you?

Because I heard

you've been a bad dude.

You heard I was a what?

A bad dude?

It's not funny.

I got mine.

We're going upstairs.

Be jealous, huh?

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on. Don't show off.

What are you guys

staring at, huh?

- We saw you in the magazine.

- You're everywhere.

- Check it out.

- You are everywhere.

- That's not me. That's my brother.

- Your face is in every magazine.

Who's that girl?

- That's you with long hair.

- That's my mother.

Madonna was here.

She was looking for you. I swear to God.

She's finished with the basketball

player. She said, ''That Matty--

He's got a big--'' You know.

- The biggest.

- I swear to God.

- She knows.

- She goes, ''Where's Matty?''

Right? Right?

She was here a little while ago.

Annie, tell him.

Annie was gonna kick her ass.

Yeah, Matty, yeah.

- Matty, what about your friends?

- You got shades on and everything.

- Hey.

- He hasn't got time to talk.

You're not a fag, okay.

Come on. Talk to us.

We're rollin', Matty.

Come on. Do your thing.

- Come on, Romeo.

- Gonna be around more than a day?

I got you something.

Thank you.

Come on. Show us somethin'.

Now that's a kiss.

That's a real kiss. Yeah.

Watch and learn.

Hey. Leave her alone.

Like this. I can look like him.

Let me sleep.

Tell me this is--

Tell me this is

to our future together.

Okay.

To your future together.

No, to our future together.

To our future together.

To our future together.

That's right.

Drink it.

Why do you ask me now?

Why not before?

Because I was stupid.

I didn't know what I wanted.

Why did you ask me?

I know what I want now.

I want you. I want us.

I want us together.

I want this baby.

I want this baby.

Motherfuck it

I'll get straight to the point

You don't dig what I'm sayin'

Then f*** you

'Cause sellin'drugs the only job

that a n*gger got

Sellin' 'caine to the n*ggers

in the parkin'lot

Some n*ggers live

Some n*ggers gotta get dropped

You say damn, my man

You cannot understand

How could you be

so cold to the brotherman

Don't come around here

teachin'and preachin', my n*gger

Because a n*gger like me

you ain't reachin', my n*gger

'Cause all I care about

is sellin'my lleyo

I'm makin'money

like a n*gger make mayo

I toke weed

sippin'on my Olde E

And all the crackheads

all want my wee-wee

I'm rollin'hard

in my ragtop Volvo

9 1 1 on my ass

so I won't know

You can't understand

where a brother comin'from

That's why the young black men

always on the run

All right.

Keep 'em happy. Keep 'em happy.

You don't know me. Yeah.

I know you. I know you!

Come on. Let's go.

I know you. I know you!

Cut! Cut!

Cut it! Cut it! Cut it!

All right. All right.

There are some times at Mickey Ray's,

man, when you have to be--

Silence! Silent.

'Cause we're shootin'

some serious sh*t here too, man.

We're makin' Nana.

Almost finished with Nana Miami.

But since film was

too expensive for us...

and we video artists,

as we like to call ourselves...

are gonna regenerate the world

and pay for our own film videos.

You know what I mean?

Vidiots that we are!

Freaks of the light!

Freaks of the light!

Freaks that record our own image.

Freaks that record

our own image, man.

Whoa! All right. All right!

You know,

and that green card, huh?

That green card gets you into the back

room. That red card get you in here.

You sign your waivers at the door.

That blue card gives you access to

the editing and to all the other rooms.

We got four live venues

goin' at all times here, brother.

- Tell us about the gold card!

- The gold card! Well, man!

The gold card gets you in bed.

You're in the picture, brother.

You're in the picture, or sister,

however it comes down.

Gold carder!

Music!

I understand what it is,

but do you understand what it is?

That's all I'm trying

to point out.

I understand,

but do you understand?

Isn't that f***in' simple?

Isn't that f***in' simple or what?

Am I going nuts here?

So, anyway, in order--

Can we just-- Forget that.

Forget that. It's over.

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