8 Days Page #5

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Hey.

Hey. Oh..

[laughs]

Welcome to the family.

Look. Here.

Here take this.

You ain't got nothin'

to worry about.

Daddy gonna take

real good care of you.

[chuckles]

That's enough, Sugar.

Big D ain't gonna keep cleaning

up after your sorry self!

How did you get to be

bottom girl anyways, BB?

[chuckles]

You better start recognizing

your place around here.

Your head hurt?

Come on.

Come on.

[coughing]

I want you to wait right here

because they gonna be

coming back real soon, okay?

Stop it.

You better act right.

You better act right.

You stupid girl!

'Stupid.'

Get away from her.

You mess up..

You mess up stuff all the time.

All the time, Sugar.

- I'm not messing up anything.

- Just messing up.

She's already

freaking messed up!

She's here because of your butt.

- 'Cause I'm--

- You're sloppy!

You're never together,

it's always that stuff!

Now how are you gonna

blame this on me?

No, because I..

Because look at you!

Look at this!

All the time!

All the time!

What you got to say now?

What you got to say now, Sugar?

I ain't got nothing to say, BB!

He gets on me because of you!

He gets on me because of you!

I'm tired of taking heat

for you, Sugar!

Dummy!

Look at this.

(BB)

'Help! Get her shoes.'

It's, it's alright.

It's alright, Angel.

'You gonna do real good.

You gonna do real good.'

'We gotta hike this up

a little bit.'

'You screw up.

Come on, Sugar.'

No.

Angel. Here.

(BB)

'Shoot.'

[upbeat music]

Put this on.

'Got company soon.'

It's alright, Angel.

You're not getting dressed yet.

Move.

[laughing]

Shh.

Shh.

(Amber)

I, I want to scream.

I want to cry.

I want to fight.

Anything, but this.

But I can't.

If I do, I'm dead.

I'm as good as dead already.

[laughing]

My man Tyler

was right about you.

You gonna make me

a lot of money.

[laughing]

So why don't you dance for me?

Ha! You can do better than that.

(Amber)

'No. Stop!

Please don't hurt me!'

Hey! BB! BB!

(BB)

'Yeah.'

- Hey, fix this girl.

- 'Alright.'

She got dates.

Can't have my Angel

looking a mess.

(BB)

'Come on, Angel.'

'Come on.'

Shoot.

Shh. What the heck?

Shoot.

'Your roofie is just

knocking her out.'

'She ain't going to be good

to nobody like this.'

[gasps]

[groaning]

Come on.

[gasping]

(BB)

'Get up.'

'Come on.'

Sit down.

Shh. Sit.

Shh.

Sh*t.

Dang mess.

You..

Sit up straight.

'Sit up straight.'

Stop it!

Angel.

- Angel.

- Hmm.

Look at me.

It's yours.

Hey, look..

...it's yours.

This.

We gotta make sure

the new girl pretty.

No.

No.

Don't you dare

feel sorry for me.

Retarded dummy.

[breathes heavily]

She in charge of us.

[instrumental music]

So she have to be like that.

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