Synopsis: A young drug dealer watches as his high-rolling life is dismantled in the wake of his cousin's murder, which sees his best friend arrested for the crime.
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Joel Schumacher
Production: Hannover House
  1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
93 min

White Mike and his father

moved after his mother died of breast cancer.

It ate her up- and most of their money.

They can't control the old radiators,

and it's very hot in springtime.

In White Mike's room,

old unpacked boxes stick out of the closet...

so he can see them.

Maybe you know how it is. Maybe you don't.

But sometimes, if you can't see

what you're finished with, it's better.

White Mike stripped to his shorts

and lay down on the floor...

so he felt a little cooler.

That's how it was

the first night in his new room.

And that's how it still is.

White Mike is thin and pale, like smoke.

White Mike has never

smoked a cigarette in his life.

Never had a drink.

Never sucked down a doobie.

He once went three days without sleep

as a kind of experiment.

That's as close as he's ever gotten

to fucked up.

White Mike has become

a very good drug dealer.

Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Beginning of spring break.

All the kids home from boarding school.

And everyone has money to blow.

- - White Mike is busy with pickups in Harlem.

The other New York City.

The one that the kids White Mike sells to

only know from rap songs.

It's dangerous.

But Lionel has the best bud.

Ounces and fifties and dimes.

- And loud music and packed houses and more rounds.

And kids from Hotchkiss and Andover

and St. Paul's and Deerfield-

all looking to get high.

They tell stories about how it is

to kids from Dalton and Collegiate...

and Chapin and Riverdale...

who have stories of their own.

All the same stories really.

White Mike has different stories.


reached Mike. Do your thing at the beep.

Look, shit is happening, Coz-

monstrous, bewildering shit-

and I need to see you.

You know, so call me back fast, all right?

White Mike is avoiding

his cousin Charlie's phone calls tonight...

because Charlie is strung out

on a new drug called Twelve.

I saw the popgun man...

in the park today.

Charlie and their friend Hunter

stayed with White Mike...

the night of his mother's funeral.

They had their own ceremony.

It was like they were saying...

"It's just us, like it always was."

But that was last year.

So, to my mom.

To your mom.

Now everything's different.

White Mike thought,

"Business first. I'll deal with Charlie later."

Jessica Brayson barely noticed him.

All she could think was,

"That bitch, Miss Lemky, gave me a 'B."'

Miss Lemky has had it out for me ever since she

overheard me telling Vanessa she's a lesbian.

Seriously, you hire your girlfriend

as your assistant? How obvious is that?

No! This isn't just one "B."

This is huge. This can affect everything-

getting into Wesleyan, Which law school

I attend, the firm I become partner at...

maybe even Who I marry-

assuming I don't marry Johnny Depp.

They should send Miss Lemky back to Reade

Where they found her eating pussy and granola.

I see you.

Sara Ludlow is the hottest girl in her school.

And it's not even close.

When that kid Chris, whose house

she's going to, made up the chart...

about where the girls stood-

like the stock market quotes-

Sara was always on top.

Where are we going? Who's gonna be there?

Mostly seniors, I hope. It's that kid Chris's

house with the crazy-ass brother Claude.

Oh, my God.

His parents sent him to some Outward Bound

boot camp so he wouldn't go to jail.

- Jail!

- Okay. But he is so superthug six-pack hard.

- We have to go.

- Ew.

- Whatever. Your nose job looks good.

- Thank you.

I got you, White boy. Come on.

Hunter McCullough plays ball

at the Harlem rec...

'cause he doesn't like being the rich white kid

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