Safelight

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You fuckin' holding out on me?

No.

No?

You're not?

Let go of me!

What are you gonna do? Huh?

What are you gonna do?

What are you...

I can't breathe!

Stupid, you are my whore.

- You are.

- Hey!

What the f*ck you

gonna do with that, man?

You know this kid?

God damn if you

don't have balls.

You're a fucking cripple, man.

You can't do shit.

He's fucking with me.

You're goddamn...

No, you're fucking

crazy, man. You're...

Whoa!

Hey, calm down, boy. Come on.

Don't get all worked up.

Look, look. It's okay.

Look at that, huh?

She's fine.

I got my money.

All right? Huh?

Go to work.

I fuckin' love you.

You want to hear some muscle?

Oh, yeah!

Next time, bubba.

You can put that down now.

I have to go.

Photographs don't lie.

In a darkroom,

film comes to life.

The filters and paper,

an image appears,

capturing a moment in time.

What happens before

and after that moment?

That can unnerve me.

Check the bag.

Is it there?

No, it's not.

You think you're better

than us, huh, retard?

And now you take a

picture of my girl?

Only in the hallway.

She wanted to pose.

You'll never take a picture

of my girlfriend again!

Don't look at her! Don't even talk to her!

You got that, scumbag?

Crippled piece of shit.

Dad?

Dad, I'm home!

I gotta go.

I'll see you later.

Thanks.

Bye.

Hey, let me get

two packs of Marlboros.

Get your sorry

little asses out of here.

You think we're

gonna break the law?

Hey, you see this?

Don't you criminals

know how to read?

It says you gotta be 18, see?

What's your problem, lady?

- My problem?

- Yeah.

Oh, Charles, hold me back.

I'm gonna get myself

thrown in the slammer again.

You're crazy.

Come here,

you little piece of shit.

Come here! Come here!

Man!

Yes!

Oh, there's only one thing

worse than little punks.

What's that?

Truck drivers who try to pick up

pretty middle-age

convenience store owners.

Hi.

Hey.

Your friend's here.

Shh.

Is a pretty little thing.

Yeah, she's really pretty.

Mm-hmm.

It's, um, 25 cents, hon.

You can keep it.

Uh, thank... thank you.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey, it's okay

to have a crush on her.

Oh, Peg! Come on.

No. Hey, I can tell, angel.

Hey, Vicki!

So the theme could be

anything you like.

Well, let's remember to keep some

clothes on our subjects, okay?

- Ryan.

- But, Mr. Sullivan,

what if they want

to take their clothes off?

Now if anyone wants

to enter the contest,

here. Pick up one of these

applications as you leave.

Just let me know. Just... No...

I had the bat, and I was like...

I was like, "Leave her alone."

It was... It was insane.

Wh-What was her name again?

- Vicki.

- Vicki?

Yeah. She kind of like...

Truck stop's like her...

like her hangout...

Hmm. or...

You know, when I went out there,

I felt like a regular guy,

I mean, like I did what... I did

what most guys would do, you know.

Hmm. Well,

actually, I think, uh...

Listen, most guys would not

have done what you did.

I'm proud of you.

Well, it did feel pretty good.

When I went back inside,

I felt like an alien again.

Hey, Charles, uh,

we are gonna have

to start talk...

Stop.

What do you want now?

Oh, I just... I just came by

to just see how you're doing.

Anyway, last night...

Last night, I was...

I was a little bit

out of control, huh?

Yeah. You were losing it.

Yeah.

Can I come in?

No.

What you fucking thinking?

I'm sorry.

What do you want?

I don't know.

I just want to make up.

Can we just kiss

and make up now?

Come on.

We're good, okay?

Mm-hmm.

I'm good.

Hmm? Yeah.

You want to get a beer? Yeah?

- Can I get you a beer?

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