Hot Summer Nights Page #5

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that sounds like Calhoun.

DANIEL:
Who?

Calhoun. That's his thing,

just putting the fear of God

into anyone

- that'll f***ing let him.

- Okay, yeah.

He scared the sh*t out of me.

He's been on my back

for f*** knows how long

and I'm still here.

Hey, I don't know about you,

I don't wanna end up

in Walpole

getting f***ing butt-raped

by a skinhead in the showers.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

take it easy, bro!

No. I had a half pound of weed

in the back of my car

when he pulls me over.

That's insane.

Keep your f***ing voice down.

Hey, I'm serious.

Right now, the risk

versus reward is all f***ed.

Yo, what do you want?

Can I get you, uh, a beer?

You want an ice cream,

some sprinkles on it?

No, you don't get

what I'm saying.

If you're starting

to f***ing shake already,

Then maybe this isn't the

f***ing thing for you.

We have a choice,

we have to choose.

You're f***ing confusing me.

You want to be the guy that's

putting gas in those cars

or you want to be the guy

that owns the gas company?

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

- That's good.

- Yeah.

DANIEL:
So what do

we have now,

25, maybe 30 customers?

Altogether about

a pound a week, right?

HUNTER:

That's good f***ing money.

DANIEL:
That's great money.

Look, the problem is

we're dealing dime bags

to teenagers.

All right? We need customers

who buy in bulk.

A month ago, you didn't know

how to use a f***ing bong.

Right?

And now you're trying

to tell me how to flip weed?

Have I disappointed you yet?

Look, the problem

isn't with the demand.

It's with the supply,

all right?

By the time it gets to us,

it's already been through

a load of hands, like,

everybody's taking their cut.

We would need to find someone

who can move heavyweight.

All that sh*t comes

through Portland, anyway.

- Oregon?

- No, Maine.

But that's besides the point.

One of those

big-time motherfuckers

is not gonna want to deal

with two f***ing kids.

(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)

DANIEL:
We'll see.

(LAUGHTER)

Look, are you gonna tell me

what the f***

we're doing here?

Or... Like, who

are you looking for?

That big-time motherf***er.

(SIGHS)

- All right.

- No, no, hold back.

My cousin said this guy will

talk to me only if I'm alone.

It's cool. Don't worry.

- I'm not worried.

- Yeah. You're not worried.

You're cool,

you're not worried.

(MIMICS SCHWARZENEGGER)

I'll be back.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

DANIEL:
Hey.

Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, little man.

You can't just be sneaking up

on people.

Sneakin', sneakin'

like a little snake, huh?

Sorry.

I heard you had...

I heard you had weed.

Yeah, there's p*ssy

everywhere, huh?

(STAMMERING) No...

I heard you sold weed.

Come here.

- Who are you?

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