Weirdsville

Struggle, struggle,

struggle

Struggle all day long

Struggle, struggle,

struggle

Struggle all day long

Get up in the morning

and try to keep on

Slow down!

This is it.

F***ing tree.

All right, so...

Yeah, man.

What are you doing?

Taking care

of business, man.

Back, back, back.

Okay, hold on.

Nice.

Kick it in.

You kick it in.

You're stronger.

You're stupider.

You won't feel the pain.

I'm not crawling through that

and cutting myself to sh*t.

I'm going to reach in

and unlock it, ass hammer.

Now help me find something

to break it with.

Yeah, man.

Yeah, man.

Ready?

What were you doing?

He's going to cut off

our thumbs.

I'm s--

Are you serious?

Yes!

He's not going

to cut our thumbs off.

Oh, no?

No.

Garry...

Okay, look, I did not say,

"Kick him in the shins, " did I?

No. I said,

"Break his leg. "

That means you take

a sledgehammer

and you hit him

right above the knee

until you hear a sound,

and that sound is like

a rifle going off--

Crack! Okay?

If he continues

to f*** with this,

you tell him I will go

over there personally

and cut off his thumbs.

F***!

Do you understand that?

Do you?

Leggy breaky, go.

Hey, Omar.

What's up, Oms?

Got problems?

Mmm. First of all,

my problems are none

of your business.

Second, what's with

this Oms sh*t?

It's not my name.

My name is Omar.

It should be easy

for you to remember.

Omar. As in you owe me,

Owe-mar, money, huh?

What you want me

to call you?

Ro? And De?|

F***!

You got a lighter?

I can work with Ro.

There you go.

Anyways, what is your business

is the 1, 700 you owe me.

Omar, it's actually--

But you can't pay.

Lucky for you, you're about

to be gainfully employed.

What?

Oh!

Yeah.

What, you forgot

to tell him?

I didn't tell him yet.

Royce and I had a talk

about your situation.

I suggested he turn out

that hooker friend of his.

Yeah, she's not a hooker.

Yeah, right.

Anyway,

Royce had an idea.

Woo! This is brilliant!

Absolutely brilliant!

You guys are both nuts.

Yeah, because you didn't

think of it, Dexter.

Yeah, it never occurred

to me to push drugs

to pay off my debt

to a drug pusher.

Aw, man, you've been

a drug puller for so long,

it's time

you start pushing!

What if we don't

cover what we owe?

This is drugs, man.

You give 'em a little,

they come crawling back.

It's like shooting fish

in a river.

It's barrel.

Shooting fish in a barrel.

And that's exactly why

I don't want to do this.

I know, but you're not

doing this to pay back Omar.

You're doing this

to buy time.

For what?

I'll show you.

You know

whose house that is?

I'm going to say

the mayor's.

It's Jason and Irene

Taylor's house.

Bingo.

Who is that?

Don't you read?

No, he doesn't read.

They're rich people.

Here? How?

Off the internet.

So, Mattie...

why exactly are we looking

at Jason Taylor's house?

There's a safe in there.

A safe?

A safe.

And get this.

The guy cracked his head open.

So he's on life support

at Rockwell

and his wife

won't leave his side.

So they're not going

to be home for weeks.

And I know the combo.

You know the combo?

You know the combo?

Oh, yeah!

How do you know

the combo?

Yeah, how do you know

the combo?

Oh, whoa... okay.

What?

You were working

in there.

Mattie.

Turning tricks

for this guy Taylor?

I'm sorry, but I'm not

a streetwalker.

I don't turn tricks.

I go on business dates.

We had an agreement.

Screw the stupid agreement.

You know my heart

belongs to you boys.

You know I hate

to shatter this touching

yet troubling moment,

but...

why would a millionaire

keep his money at home?

He's a hippie,

and I guess hippies

don't believe in banks.

Hippies don't

believe in banks?

No.

His bad.

Stupid.

Do we really need

to start a crime wave

to pay back 1, 700 bucks?

It's not a crime wave.

It's a crime...

Ripple.

Ripple.

You guys are out

of your minds.

You know

what your problem is?

You have no ambition.

Last night

out in the dark

I was watching

werewolves in the park

Stoned, uh uh-uh-uh

I used to run

with that pack

Till they my broke my balls

and cracked my jack

Stoned, uh uh-uh-uh

Drug love

Just like the words

from an old love letter

The scars I wear

aren't that much better

When I'm stoned

Uh uh-uh-uh

Easy's how

it used to feel

Like grease around

the driving wheel

Stoned, uh uh-uh-uh

These are the days

worth living

Let them all bleed down

Everything's forgiven

Uh uh-uh-uh

Uh uh-uh-uh

Yeah?

Hey.

What?

She what?

Okay, I'm coming.

I'm coming.

What's going on, man?

She's dead.

What do you mean she's dead?

I mean she's not alive, man.

She's...

Okay, look, I passed out

and then I came...

back in here

and she was dead.

Does she have a pulse?

No, she doesn't have--

Did you check?

Of course I checked.

We need to call

a f***ing ambulance.

No, no, no, no.

Hey, hey, hey!

If you call an ambulance,

then people are going

to come around

asking questions,

and those questions

are going to be,

"Where did she get

those drugs, man?"

Why... did you call me?

What else was I supposed

to do, man?

Help me get her to her feet.

Come on, kid.

Come on, kid.

All right.

Help me wake her fu--

Wake up.

Wake up, Mattie.

Get up, kiddo.

Walk her, man.

Walk her.

F***!

Sorry, man.

I'm sorry.

I can't do that.

Oh...

How long you been

in here, man?

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