Harsh Times

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(animal screeches)

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(faint radio transmission)

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(sighs)

(garbled radio transmission)

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(yells)

(gurgles)

(gunfire)

(music plays)

Cease fire!

Cease fire! Heads up!

Man down! Cease fire!

(echoes):

Stupid motherfucker!

(gasps)

(coughs violently)

(panting)

(distant dogs barking)

(speaking Spanish)

(speaks Spanish)

S.

(goat bleats)

(distant siren wailing)

What's up, Sylvia?

Cute little outfit.

You look nice.

Mike's in

the bedroom.

Yeah?

(TV news playing)

Man, I said

you look nice.

I have a court

appearance, Jim.

Well, you just

give 'em hell.

Hey.

Spiffy duds, huh?

(door opens)

You look like

a gift-wrapped turd.

Now please leave me alone.

I have to concentrate.

I have two filings

and a deposition today.

Play nice, kids.

What up, dog?

- Nothing. Just got back.

- Cool. Cool.

How was Mexico, dog?

Oh, it was a dream, man.

- Loving my woman.

- Right.

That's it.

I'm out of here.

Those are copies

of your resum.

Pass them out like candy.

'Cause I can always

print up more.

And just call me

if anything happens, okay?

And no drinking.

Come on, baby, be cool.

Honey, I'm serious.

No drinking. Okay?

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

Good luck.

Your suit's fine, okay?

Dude, she called me

a gift-wrapped turd.

(laughing)

Don't be fucking

with her, dude.

She's pissed.

Why is she on

the warpath? Dog...

I didn't look for work

yesterday, dude.

Sold some of her CDs,

bought a couple of 40s

and a pack of GPCs.

Caught a buzz

and watched

my Chicago Vs. Lakers tapes.

(laughs):

That's on you, homie.

We didn't even

hang yesterday.

I was out of the country.

So? My old lady still

thinks it's your fault.

Huh? Huh? Hmm?

Come on, dude, let's get

the f*ck out of here

and find my ass

some employment.

It's cool you driving me around?

Yeah, dude, it's cool.

It's no trouble.

(music plays)

JIM:

Here, asshole.

Breakfast.

Oh... ho, ho...

Dog.

No pisto for me, dude.

Today's a no-pounding day.

You heard the woman.

Good. More for me.

F*ck it.

Salud.

Salud.

Man, hope they put me in

the next class or I'm fucked.

I can't pay my rent.

Landlady's about to pull

a gauge on my ass.

What happened to all that money

you saved in the army, dude?

The tax-free shit?

Man, bro, this fucking

ride cleaned me out.

I guess we drank

up the rest.

(chuckles):

Dumb ass.

(laughing)

Cops better start

paying you, dude.

You spend enough

fucking time with them.

They better start kicking me

down some paychecks, man.

They got me hopping through

hoops, you know?

"Come in for a test."

"Come back in two weeks."

Another test, another two weeks.

F*ck.

Shit gets real,

you be hating life.

Party time will be over.

Dude, you don't know how much

I'm looking forward

to this shit.

You know, I'll be super recruit.

I was jumping

out of choppers

in the mountains,

taking down

hard motherfuckers,

you know?

I'll be laughing my way through

LAPD's reindeer games.

Shit, they're

gonna love me.

Yeah, yeah, you're gonna

fucking love them, dude.

Ah, f*ck you.

I'm going to love my old lady.

I'm gonna marry homegirl.

Import her ass.

Oh, come on, man.

Dude, what happened

to all the honeys

we were gonna pimp

with your badge, dog?

You're fucking up the plan.

I've been thinking, you know?

Love's about sacrifice.

Only true measure of it.

What would you do for Sylvia?

Get a job.

- Mm...

- Nine to fucking five.

Yeah.

That's love.

Hey.

Good morning.

MIKE:

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