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***?

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*** you, man!

- You little f***er! You with him?

- No.

- You are.

- No!

- Come here, you b*tch! 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***, yeah.

- It's gonna be dope.

- F***, 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?

- B*tch, you step off.

- Don't call me a b*tch.

- 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 f***ing 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 f***ing move.

F***.

F***.

F*** you.

F*** you.

Everybody can go f*** themselves.

If you have any problem,

call Bob Needleman.

Holy sh*t.

David?

Can't wait to get on the plane

and have a pinot grigio.

What is that?

Oh, f***.

Wow, she's f***ed 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, a**hole...

- What the f***, 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***'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***... F***ing white boy!

- Piece of sh*t!

- Get back!

I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

- Come on, Kelly. Come on.

- I don't feel so...

- F***ing dead, white boy!

- Come on, motherf***er.

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...

- F***ing 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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