Squatters

- Is there any water?

- No.

- You got any weed?

- No.

We should try and score though.

I'm hungry.

Well, let's hit the dumpsters

behind Flake.

Mook, wake up, man.

Let's go.

No! What the f*ck?

Wait. What are you...?

- Hey, do you guys sell phone cards?

- We do.

- One?

- Sorry, the international one.

Here you go.

Hey, he's stealing!

- Hey!

- Hey, you little punk!

Hey.

- F*ck you, man!

- You little fucker! You with him?

- No.

- You are.

- No!

- Come here, you bitch! Hey!

All right, what do you say?

B.V., you like those, I know.

Hey, can I have a cigarette?

- Not healthy.

- Banana.

- Banana.

- Yeah.

Eat up, eat up.

All right.

Oh, hey, the drum circle's tonight,

remember?

- F*ck, yeah.

- It's gonna be dope.

- F*ck, yeah.

- Al said he'll give us some acid.

- How much?

- It's not about the money.

We work on a barter system.

Like jacking that chick's purse

yesterday?

- Bitch, you step off.

- Don't call me a bitch.

- Chill.

- What's your problem?

- Don't say I'm gonna steal the purse.

- Everybody chill. Al owes me a favor.

That's why he's hooking us the tabs,

okay? That's it.

I got you this.

That's sweet.

Thank you.

- It's just a fucking cake.

- I know.

Where are you going?

One man's trash

is another man's treasure, my friend.

Especially if that one man

is a rich prick.

I can't believe

we're leaving tonight at 9.

You don't have to clean

until the Saturday before we get back.

- But that's four weeks.

- Exactly.

It's okay.

Terrence and me watch the house.

I know you will.

Remember to set the alarm

before you leave.

- You remember the code?

- Yes, Mrs. Evelyn.

But sometimes you change it.

The first four numbers of the address,

backwards.

Okay.

If you have any problem,

call Bob Needleman.

- He'll get ahold of us.

- Yes, Mrs. Evelyn. I call him.

Bye.

There she goes, Jonas.

Make a fucking move.

F*ck.

F*ck.

F*ck you.

F*ck you.

Everybody can go f*ck themselves.

If you have any problem,

call Bob Needleman.

Holy shit.

David?

Can't wait to get on the plane

and have a pinot grigio.

What is that?

Oh, f*ck.

Wow, she's fucked up totally, man.

- You're gonna get lucky tonight.

- What's up, Goldilocks?

You know where you're sleeping tonight?

You're sleeping with me!

Kelly. What's up?

- Hey, asshole...

- What the f*ck, man? I said I'd be back.

No, you didn't.

I did. I wrote it on your left arm.

Your other left.

Whatever. I...

Come on.

What the f*ck's she on, man?

What you on?

- Who's this?

- Who me? I'm her brother, man.

- You her brother?

- Yeah.

- We gotta get out of here.

- Where you going?

San Diego, bro. Come on.

- Where's the fire? Stick around.

- No, I can't. We gotta get this ride.

Leave her with us.

Trade for some meth.

- Yeah, that sound good to me.

- Hey!

What the...?

Big mistake.

F*ck... Fucking white boy!

- Piece of shit!

- Get back!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

- Come on, Kelly. Come on.

- I don't feel so...

- Fucking dead, white boy!

- Come on, motherfucker.

Don't come back to Venice, ever!

Or you dead!

Hello?

What do you think?

Where are we?

Pacific Palisades.

How did you find this place?

Wasn't easy.

It's...

- It's...

- Fucking beautiful. Right?

Yeah.

Well, it's ours, for like a month.

What?

Jackpot.

This guy's got some taste.

You want a drink?

Sure.

Look, here's the family.

The whole family.

The kids are like our age.

Here.

Try that.

All right, so her...

...that's Evelyn, she's the one I saw

in the parking lot.

And that's her husband.

David.

- How do you know his name?

- It's here.

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