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- Hell yeah, homes.

Oh.

Hey.

- Hey.

- What's your name?

Thanks. Um, Amanda.

- Amanda.

- Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

You want to smoke rock?

Mm-mm. No.

You and me, man.

It is f***ing brilliant.

You think I look hot?

Emily, you always look hot.

You're just saying that.

Oh, bullshit.

Girl.

Hmm. Would you f*** that guy?

Yeah. But he'd f*** you

in a second if he could.

Heh.

I think I'm gonna

go talk to him.

All right. Well, do it, honey.

But no dancin'.

Because it leads

to the hard stuff.

- Get your ass over there.

- OK.

Hi.

- What's up?

- Nothing.

- What's your name?

- I'm Emily.

- Damn, Emily...

- Nice to meet you.

Ha ha!

Salud.

Ooh. Ha ha.

Any new business on Virgil,

homes?

Virgil? No.

You know, we still have the...

you know, maybe...

we still have a couple of taxes.

Hey, Amanda. Come here.

You know, feeling young

and being cool and...

Hey, what's up?

You guys like hip-hop?

Hey, ese, that's my homegirl.

Hey, don't talk like that.

- I'll be right back.

- What's the matter, ese?

Hey, Em, sweetie,

OK, I think we'd better see...

about getting the girls

and gettin' home, OK?

OK.

Sorry.

Hey, I'll be right there.

Hector... thanks.

I'm Allison.

Hey, check it out.

I was gonna move this party

to a motel...

- the Alvarado.

- Mm-hmm.

That's bad, girl.

What's that face

you got right there, huh?

It's not even like that.

It's just a place

where we party, you know?

I got a friend

who gives us a few rooms.

Kick back.

Nobody abducted your ass so far.

Thanks for letting us chill.

Yeah. Hey, don't forget, OK?

Alvarado Motel,

just south of 12th Street.

I can't believe

we just f***ing did that!

Yo, Alli's always on tip.

That was so much more fun...

than giving some rapper

a blow job at Jerry's Deli.

It was hot!

Ha ha ha ha!

Do you want anything?

No. Thank you, though.

Yeah.

We don't talk so much as

leave clues for one another.

I'm not a latchkey kid.

I have latchkey parents.

So, uh,

are your latchkey parents...

the reason you decided

to join a gang?

Oh...

poor little rich girl

needs the gang...

as mi familia. That's funny.

Someone once said

friends are just God's way...

of apologizing for family.

How can I complain?

If I say one word, it's, like...

"Look at your life. There are

people starving in India."

There are people starving

in Santa Monica, you know.

I thought they take them

downtown to starve.

All I'm saying is, you know,

that's not an excuse.

I'm not making excuses.

Hey, you don't have

to get angry about it.

I'm just interviewing you.

I'm not getting angry.

Let me ask you something.

Hypothetically...

is it... possible...

that all... this...

is really about you...

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