All language subtitles for Marc Rocco - Where the Day Takes You (1992) USA

Subject: King, just out of County...

"participation mandatory
and details to follow.

All right, turn it off.

I'm not saying shit
till you turn the thing on.

So, what's your name?

King.

King.

- How'd you get that name?
-lt's always been.

Is that your real name
or your street name or...?

- Just my name.
-So how is--?

- Can I have a smoke?
-Sure.

Thanks.

- So how was jail?
-Oh, fuck.

- Can I--? Can I say "fuck"?
-Yeah.

It says here, "assault,
possession, loitering."

- That's pretty petty stuff.
-Yeah, right.

It's just survival.

A lot of kids tell you that they party
all night with Axl Rose...

...or their girlfriend got banged
by the Grips...

...or they've seen five guys
get murdered...

...but the truth is, it's not hard.

It's not easy.

It just is.

- You okay?
-Yeah.

How long have you been
on the street?

Six, seven years.

How old are you?

Twenty, might be 21.
I'm not exactly sure.

That's a good question, though.

Any brothers or sisters growing up?

Yeah, I got a sister,
but she's gone from home too.

Maybe she'll show up here
in Hollywood sometime.

I'll take care of her or something.

I hope she's not into drugs
or anything. She probably is.

She might be dead.

- What about your mom, dad?
-What about them?

- Do you--?
-Not comfortable talking about them.

Yeah.

Hey, what the hell? You with
the camera, up here, I'm talking.

Drugs?

What kind you got?

Just kidding.

- What kind you do?
-Don't do them.

- Look, nobody's gonna see this tape.
-l'm not shitting you.

- Be straight with me.
-l'm being straight with you.

Your participation in this program
is one of the terms of your parole.

I also realize you're giving me
10 bucks a pop for these sessions.

Thank you very much.

Is that why you participated
in this program?

Oh, it's better than picking up trash
on the freeway.

Are you--? Are you done?
ls that it? Can I go?

Just a minute.
Where are you gonna go?

I've been in lockup for two months,
where do you think?

You going back out on the street?

Yeah.

What-J? What do you do for fun?

Fun?

Anything we can.

Just kick back, hassle tourists.
Hell, we'd watch ice melt if it was free.

To hell with the devil!

I thank the Lord you're all here tonight.

I pray that you find
what the Lord wants for you.

He has a purpose
for each and every one of you.

And us!

And remember,
God does not create trash!

Do you have friends?

No. I got a family.

-It says here you haven't been with--
-My friends are my family.

Of course you can't trust them for shit,
but once you know that, it's cool.

Greg! Little J!

Hey, Greg! Hey, shut up!

- Who threw that?!
-He did!

- King!
-King, man, shit.

Hey, did you miss me?

Why'd you do that, brother?

Because you got terrible extensions
in your hair, and you're shitty.

- That's not funny!
-Jump.

- What's a typical King day?
-A typical King day?

Well, hit the streets,
hook up with my friends.

You know.

Kick back, hang out.

Stay out of trouble.

That's it. That's it. That's it.

Hey! Let him go, you fucking pigs!

- Little J!
-l'm not fucking around, man! Now!

- Put that thing down!
-You fucking heard me! Now!

- You heard me!
-Come on, come on. Let's go.

They're good people.

You'd like Little J.
He's a little shit, man, I'm telling you.

Skinny little fuck.
He's growing, though. It's wild.

He's hard to keep fed.

That's a tough habit.

Hey, yo, wait up.

- When'd you get out, man?
-Just a couple short hours ago.

You on the streets,
or are you at home?

Fuck them, man. I haven't been home
since you got busted.

What the fuck were you doing
back there?

- I was saving your ass.
-Don't pull a gun on somebody again.

- Get off of me.
-lt's stupid.

-It wasn't even loaded.
-That's even stupider.

- Give it to me.
-No.

Yes.

- Where'd you find this piece of shit?
-In the trash. It don't even work.

It figures.

- What did you do that for?
-Your own good.

Fuck you!

I'm out of here.

I think you pissed him off, man.

Hey, Little J?

- What?
-You want that tat still?

What do you think?
I've been waiting two months for it.

Come on, then.

- So how was jail, man?
-Boring. Easy.

- Did you suck any cocks?
-Just your dad's.

And they're going into the stretch.

Manny goes for the whip,
makes a bid for the outside!

Go ahead.

Run, motherfucker! Come on!

How do you get by on the street?

Excuse me, t thought
we just went all over that stuff...

...with the assault and possession
and loitering and all that petty stuff.

Give it up, motherfucker!

You have turkey potpie?

This is vegetable beef, and I'm allergic
to anything with lard in it, or...

Do they cook the turkey with lard?

- Coming through!
-Watch out! Watch out!

Pardon me, excuse me, pardon me!

Come on! Let's go! Let's go!
Come on! Come on!

Going into the stretch!

I did bust your ass, boy.

You can't fuck with this boy
in this wheelchair.

See, man, that's one of the advantages
to being crippled.

Oh, get the fuck out of here.

Hey, fucking--

You've been in County
too long, King.

- How you doing?
-What's up, baby?

- Staying out of trouble, man?
-Oh, I'm trying.

Let's get off this street corner.

- Hey, you got a smoke?
-Yeah, you need one.

So how was it in County, man?
You read a couple of books?

- Did you lift some weights?
-A little bit.

- You suck some dicks?
-Now, come on.

It's great having you back, man.
You still a ugly motherfucker, though.

Drugs is the toughest habit.

And friends.
Friends are tough to keep too.

I don't know.

Do you wanna tell me something?
You wanna tell me some kind of little...

- Something about your day?
-A little titbit?

A little titbit about you.
About your day.

Well, I'm just...

I'm looking to get out of here
and hook up.

- You all right?
-Yeah.

- Don't be a puss.
-Fuck you.

You gonna crash with us
in the hole tonight?

We saved your clothes and shit.

No, I was gonna look for Devon,
maybe get some.

- Has anybody seen her?
-No, I ain't seen her.

- What do you mean?
-I mean, I ain't seen her.

Well, what in the fuck, you guys?!
Goddamn!

I told you to watch out for my lady.
ls that too much to ask, or what?

Look, King, last time we seen her,
she was with that kid, Tommy Ray.

I think she's in his stable.

You've seen Devon
with Tommy Ray?

She started swinging with him
when you got locked up.

Just out of curiosity,
were you gonna tell me?

- Yeah.
-Yeah? When?

I don't know.

- Thank God you're back.
-Hey, Brenda.

- Who are you?
-Heather.

- You just get here?
-Two days ago.

- She's from Chicago.
-Trip out. Me too.

Bullshit, you're from Phoenix.

Brenda, the next time I want you
to open your mouth, I'll point at you.

Why don't you sit down.
You're making me nervous.

I'm King.

King? As in what, Burger?

- He's the one I told you about.
-I bet you did.

I was thinking of maybe going
and doing a little train hopping.

- Yeah.
-How'd that be?

- Cool.
-Greg's got some speed, don't you?

I was thinking maybe we'd get
some pot and some mushrooms.

- Let's get all fucked up.
-Yeah, later. Hey, Crasher, come here.

Come here, man.

So why do you think so many kids
come out here?

Most kids come out to L.A.
looking for Hollywood.

Told you it would be cool.

- Usually, it's not what they expect.
- You're from Chicago?

I went in lockup for two months,
I get out, and everything turns to shit.

I took a zip gun off of Little J tonight.

And Greg is off,
tweaking his brains out.

And where the hell is my girlfriend?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Well, what the fuck
do you know about?

Well, don't look at me
like it's my fault.

Crasher, man, you fucked me.

I asked you to look out for everyone.

Well, you shouldn't have done that.

That was a mistake.

I mean, shit, man,
nobody listens to me.

They only listen to you. I'm older
than you, and I don't get that respect.

Before you point fingers,
look in that mirror.

That's the guy you wanna blame.

You know, it's pretty lame
how you got busted that way.

Then you disappear and figure
I'm gonna keep tabs on everybody?

Well, guess again, pal.

On Devon?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, man...

...but it's not my fault.

I didn't have anyone else I could ask.

- What are you doing?
-You stink.

- That's you, man.
-lt's not me.

-It's you.
-lt's not me.

Someone could be dying,
and they won't do a thing.

But if you just jaywalk, 10 of them
will come out of the woodwork.

Shit, I got busted last week
for jaywalking.

- You got busted for being too fat.
-Shut up, dickhead!

King, the trolls are partying tonight
at the Western squat.

King?

Why doesn't anybody listen to me
around here?

- Hey, Mouse. How old are you?
-Almost 18.

- How come you moved to Holly-weird?
-Just wanted to.

- You wanna be a movie star, don't you?
-No.

- Yeah, you do.
-No, I don't.

Why not? I'm gonna be one.

Yeah, after you lose
about 100 pounds.

- Brenda, I think you have star quality.
-Julia Roberts, eat your heart out.

- Yeah, Sleeping With the Fat Girl.
- Fuck you!

- Fuck you.
-Hey J, come on.

- Sit the fuck down.
-Don't touch me.

I had to sleep with somebody
for this joint.

No, I didn't.

Crasher. Have you seen Devon?
ls she here?

I ain't seen her,
but Tommy Ray is over there.

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

Tommy.

Holy shit.

Well, well, well. Hey, it's the King
and his little band of butt pirates.

- Hey, fuck you, man.
-Fuck me? That's what I got in mind.

Who is this guy right here?

For a kid, you got a great ass.
I could make some money.

-L'm looking for Devon.
-Yeah?

Well, who isn't?

Well, I ain't seen the little cunt.

That's not quite how
I heard it, Tommy.

Well, don't believe
everything you hear.

That bitch was stealing from me.
She stole my radio, she stole my rock.

So naturally, I kicked
the fucking bitch out.

I mean, the last I heard is that she got
her face cut up real bad and just...

No. I know her. She's not robbing
or stealing or thieving. Nothing.

What? You calling me a liar?

Hey, Tommy Ray, you got
your whole life to be an asshole.

Why don't you take tonight off?

Why don't you go
fuck yourself, huh?

All right. Get the fuck off of him, man.
Get off of him.

Be cool, be cool.

- Come on, where is she?
-Why don't you do me a favour.

Bring back your friend
as soon as he gets some pubic hair.

Fuck you, man!

Pubic hair, that's good.

- Come on, Greg.
-Check me.

- Come on. No, fuck that.
-Man, fuck Tommy Ray!

- You shouldn't have tossed my gun.
-l'm glad I did.

I feel like killing somebody.

Did your family live in the hole
which is under the bridge of the--

Under the freeway, yeah.

But not always there.
It depends on the weather...

...and who's with us or who's already
there, but that's basically our home.

-l'll sleep with you, King.
- Oh, Brenda, now that's sweet.

I'm just not sure
I'm up to the challenge.

- Why not?
-Because you're too fat is why not.

- Shut up, fool!
-Fuck you. I ain't no fool.

Yeah, you are. You're a scrawny
little piece of shit.

I'm sick of hearing your trap.

If I wanna sleep with King,
I'll sleep with King.

You know. Keep your butt out of it.

- Just shut the fuck up!
-No!

Stay out of her hair,
or she'll keep us up all night.

- I know. I know.
-Here. Here.

- Where are you staying?
-At the Bowl Motel.

- Who's paying?
-I paid for it.

- Well, I ain't whoring.
-Yeah, sure you ain't.

- Listen, you save your money.
-l'm gonna get a job.

- You know shit, dick-for-brains.
-lt's, "You know dick, shit-for-brains."

- So get one.
-I think either is correct.

The juxtaposition of the adjective
is appropriate in either case.

Nobody here take any of Heather's
money. I'd take that personal.

Oh, okay, King.
I won't take it from her.

- I don't think that would be right.
-I won't.

I'm taking care of her.

- She's my buddy. Right?
-Little J, what's the aerosol du jour?

I don't know, just something
I picked up in Nam.

When I was down in County,
Greg came down, but...

Like he was gonna get 500 bucks
to bail me out?

It's nice, though,
to have somebody that...

...wanted to.

- Hey.
-Hey, what's up?

You want some?

- You should try and get some sleep.
-No.

You gonna sleep with Heather tonight?

Not tonight.

When I went in lockup,
I couldn't sleep.

I was used to the fucking freeway.

Have to get used to it again.

You having fun?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm totally fucking tweaked.

Can I scratch that for you?

Can we do something
tomorrow night?

Can we?

Yeah.

I'd like that.

All right, I'm out of here, man.

King...

...it's good to have you back, man.
-Thanks.

It makes me feel better, you know?

Can I have one?

- Morning.
-Hi.

- That's the best I can do.
-That's good.

Where'd you learn that?

I don't know.
I've been doing it forever.

How long you been picking
at your nails?

People can come into your life,
and you can become very close.

And then they're gone in a week,
and you never see them again.

How do you feel about that?

There's nothing I can do about it.

What were you locked up for?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

This bum was trying to rob me,
so I hit him with a bottle.

He got three stitches,
and I got three months.

- One month suspended.
-Brenda said you killed him.

Yeah, well, Brenda,
she says a lot of things.

I'd believe about...

...none of them.

Could I ask you a favour?

- What kind of favour?
-Oh, just a simple favour.

Maybe.

So within your family, do you have
some kind of code of honour?

- Yeah.
-What is it?

Let's say we look out
for each other.

Attention, please,
now arriving, Gate 5...

...bus number 371
from San Francisco.

Excuse me.
You got a light on you?

Got a cigarette?
Thought I was gonna go nuts.

- They don't let you smoke on the bus.
-Yeah? Long trip, huh?

Hey, Tommy.

You fucking bastards!

Shit!

- You look good, Tommy!
-Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Shit!

Shit!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Goddamn it!

Hey, Sleeping Beauty.

Can you fix this fucker?

- What is it?
-lt's a piece of shit!

I don't know, man. I could try.

If you can fix it,
you got a quarter of meth.

- Move over.
-Shit, I'd do it for that.

- Put on a goddamn shirt.
-Oh, why don't you?

Where's the milk? Goddamn! Fuck!
I just fucking bought this yesterday.

Nobody should be allowed
in this refrigerator except us.

- Climb in and shut the fucking door.
-No, fuck you! Fucking--!

- Fuck.
-Come here, man.

You wanna slam a speedball?

No, man.

My treat.

No, fuck that, man.
No needles.

Good boy. Just say no.

I say yeah.

- When's the last time you ate?
-Yesterday.

Fuck.

- I can't get this stupid fucking thing.
-Give it up. You're never gonna get it.

- Yeah.
-You want another burger?

- Yeah.
-l'll take one too, buddy.

Fuck you, little buddy.

- Gonna spend the night with me, baby?
-He likes you.

- Oh, yeah?
-Definitely.

- How can you tell?
-By the way he's acting.

- He's trying to be all cool.
-Bitch is right.

- You're a dead ringer for Devon.
-Who's that?

His ex-old lady.

- He killed her.
-Really?

Fucking stabbed her right in the gut
and cut her up into little pieces.

Don't tell him I told you.
It could get messy.

- I won't.
-He's very touchy about it.

Who knows when he might
strike again. He's lethal.

- Here you go.
-Thanks.

Brenda, I bought that for her.

- Don't you share?
- So...

...what's the first thing you learn
on the street?

You try not to get too high
or too low.

You just learn to watch your back.

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.

I'm telling you, this is crazy.

- What happens if you miss?
-Then you die, baby.

- You're not gonna die.
-I mean, you might.

- J.
-What? Here it comes.

You guys go ahead.
I'll wait for her.

Let's go! Let's go!

J-

Oh, yeah! Little J, all right!

- Come on!
-Come on!

Our turn. You can do it.

- I can't!
'Yes- You can!

If you can't, then you got to anyway.
If we're gonna go, we gotta go now.

All right!

Hey, Little J!
Where's the beer?

They were all out.

What do we do now?

So when you don't stay in shelters
and you don't have a curfew...

-...that's what you do at night?
-Yeah, you know...

...just kicking back, fucking around.
Just trying to...

Trying to have fun.

Like kids do, you know, like kids.
These kids are kids.

Come on, man. Fuck.

- Fucking will you come on?
-Hold on.

Fuck. Goddamn it.

- Fuck, come on, bro.
-l'm coming! Yeah.

Fuck. Come on, come on.

It's about fucking time, man.

You got a light?

I got high the first time
when I was 8.

- Ever take heroin?
-No, I never shot heroin.

- But you did other drugs?
- Well, pot, alcohol...

...meth, mushrooms, acid.

I had a great trip
on Hollywood Boulevard one time.

I was, like, trying to scrape the stars
off the sidewalk.

It was totally wild.

You do this?

A couple years ago.

It's beautiful.

So you've been here
about seven years?

Yeah.

In L.A. Three or four
here in the hole. On and off.

- You wanna go sit over here?
-Why?

Why not?

- You're a little edgy, aren't you?
-Well, maybe I am.

I mean, what's this I hear
about you killing your girlfriend?

It's a joke.

- Oh, hey.
-Hey.

Well, I think we're gonna
go back to my van.

We gotta get something straight
between us.

Why don't you come over here
and sit by me.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I just don't
wanna do any more.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

What the hell do you wanna do?

Sleep.

Come to think of it,
I'm kind of tired myself, I guess.

Here. Take my sleeping bag.
Make yourself comfortable.

-It's okay.
-I got an extra one. It's gonna be cold.

- Are you sure?
-Yeah.

Thanks.

I got 98.6 over here, baby.

Body temperature.

Here, take this.

Fuck.

Oh, shit, man.
That's the new BMW.

No, don't fuck with that.
That one got alarms.

Yeah, man.

Yo, fuck, let's get out of here, man!

Little J's kind of an artist, though.
Graffiti artist.

- Yeah?
-Yeah.

You probably seen his tag
all over town. It's like a...

...you know, L with a wide bottom
that goes into a J.

L.J. It's all up and down Cahuenga.
Every block.

One night he said he was gonna
get every block up to the freeway.

And he did.

Fuck!

Fuck! Oh, you little fucker!

Hey, you little fucker!

Come here. Come here.

Problems?

- Yeah, one named Little J.
-Hey!

- Asshole!
-What'd he do?

He almost got us busted,
then he dropped the stereos...

...that we already fucking had!
Come here!

- Fuck off!
-Leave him alone!

Fuck you! I'm out of here!

- Where you going?
-What the fuck do you care?

I give you guys my money,
my drugs...

...and all you do is stick up
for this little faggot!

- Forget about it!
-Fuck you, I'm out of here.

- Fucking speed freak.
-Shut up, J.

Shut up.

Go to bed.

Is she staying with us too?

Just go to bed.

Excuse me, can you spare some
change? A penny? Anything, please?

- Do you know what time it is?
-Spare some change so we can eat.

Spare a little change
so my father and I could eat.

Hey, fuck you, your father,
you Axl Rose-looking motherfucker!

I ain't your fucking father, man.

Got any spare coins, bitch?
Please, give me some money!

Excuse me, sir. Spare some change
so I can give my horse some feed.

Just a little something, sir.

Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.

He's got an unfair advantage.

That's fucked up.

- Hello, officers.
-Cut the bullshit.

Were you down
at the bus station yesterday?

- No, I wasn't at the station. No, I wasn't.
-You're on parole, aren't you?

Yes, sir. And I'm obeying all the terms
of my parole, I assure you.

Let's hope so.
Get your butt off my car.

Yes, sir.

Get out of here.

- What's your name, miss?
-Heather.

My mother would die if she knew
I was being harassed by cops.

She says you have to contribute
to society.

- Your mother talks a lot of shit.
-Yeah.

I'm sure she's a very nice lady.

She's gotta be real pretty.

- What's one of my lines?
-Yeah, what's one of your lines?

Buddy, can you spare a dime?

That one doesn't usually work.

But, no, you can say
pretty much anything.

People, they can tell
when you need money.

When I get money, I give it to
somebody less fortunate than me...

...so I figure it goes around.

-Is Ted here?
-Ted.

- Who is it?
-lt's Greg.

- Aspirin?
-No, man. I'm trying to quit.

So, what do you need, huh?
More meth?

Yeah, man.

That shit will drive you crazy
after a while.

Sure you don't wanna slam
one of these?

No, man.

Suit yourself.

Just say no.

Here you go, man.

HEY -

- Where's the cash you owe me?
-Man, I'll get it.

- Come back when you do.
-Could you front me a little?

No can do, bro. I can't do that no more.
Times are changing.

Could I make another run for you?

Just get the cash you owe me
and take a shower. You really stink.

Now, out of here. Come on.

You do spare changing, stuff like that,
but you don't walk the streets.

What does "walk the streets" mean?

It means I never had to fuck anybody
for money.

But you've seen lots of kids do it.

Yeah, you see lots of kids do it.

Boys and girls.

When they're growing up, they
never think that's how it'll tum out...

...and they wake up one morning,
and there they are doing it. You know?

- Hey, Kimmy!
-Hey, Little J.

- Where you staying?
-The Hills Motel.

- How many people you got?
-Five.

- Who?
-Some of Rob's asshole friends.

- How much you paying?
-Seven bucks. Unless a trick buys it.

- Can I use your shower?
-Yeah. ls Dave there?

- Can I use your shower?
-Go ahead. Go for it. Go.

Thank you.

Hi, yeah, Dave. Hi, it's Kimmy.

Do you wanna have a date tonight?

It's that first time that's--

Gets them. I've seen them.
I've just never had a first time.

Where are all the hookers at?

Well, most of the scuzzy ones
work downtown or in the Valley...

...but a lot of them go through
escort services.

Me and my sister haven't had anything
to eat in days...

...could you help us out?

Thanks.

King?

- Have you ever?
-No. No.

Not unless you count sleeping
with some girl...

...just to have a place
to lay your head down...

...shut your eyes,
you know what I mean?

No.

Good.

Oh, my goodness, what's that?

So, what happens
when the cops bust a squat?

Well, usually they're pretty cool,
but I have to get the kids out of there...

...because they'll run them through
Missing Person or Runaway...

...and they'll send them home.

I wouldn't let any of my friends
go home. It's worse there.

I swear.

And the hardwood floors
were redone about a year ago.

Can I call you back?
Someone's at my back door.

Okay, thanks, bye-bye.

Well, look who we have here.

You've been gone what, two months?

Can I ask you
how long you plan on staying?

- Greg, talk to me!
-Shut up!

- Greg! I'm calling your father.
-Fuck you!

Man, I wouldn't let any of my friends
go home.

- Thanks for the shower.
-You look like a drowned rat.

- Rob, how old are you?
-What's it to you?

Just asking.

I'm 22, but I could pass for 17. Why?

I need to buy some bullets,
but they won't sell them to me.

What do you need them for?

- Let me see that.
-With your eyes, not with your hands.

You're an asshole.

Will you buy them?
I mean, I got the money.

- Maybe. If you do something for me.
-Like what?

I got this trick, but I don't
wanna see him. I'm busy.

- Maybe you can go in my place.
-l'm not down for that shit.

He's a cool old guy.
He won't even touch you.

- You don't need to touch him.
-No.

Okay] -

Sure is a sweet gun.

I mean, what's the use of a gun
if you ain't got no bullets?

It's pretty fresh.

Okay, it's your loss. I mean...

...it sure is a shame you don't got
any ammo for that fresh gun.

Fucking dick.

Cheap piece of shit.

Greg?

Greg?

Greg? Can you open the door?

Greg, open the door, son.

- What do you want, Dad?
-Your stepmom and I wanna talk.

Dad, we got nothing to say, man.

Just open the door.
I want to speak with you downstairs.

Open the door!

- What do you want?
-To talk with you.

I don't see what there is
to talk about. I'm 17--

- What is he doing here?
-You're under arrest.

- I didn't steal a thing.
-Jewellery.

- You get what you deserve!
-You put him up to this!

- You need help.
-Goddamn it!

You're quite young, aren't you?

Yeah.

I sell those. If you ever need one,
just let me know.

Okay] -

Well, could I get you something?
Maybe a Coke or some juice?

- An ashtray would be nice, thanks.
-Look, nobody smokes in this house.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Look, I gotta get going.
Why don't we take care of business?

- Business?
-Yeah, you know...

...a jerk-off...

...or whatever turns you on.

Could I ask you a question?

- Yeah.
-When was the first time you had sex?

It was about...

About 12.

Who was it with?

This chick at school.

When was the first time
you had sex with a man?

About 10 or 11, I guess.

So you had sex with a guy
before you had sex with a girl.

Yeah.

Who was it with?

My uncle.

I know you're paying me,
but what is this crap?

- Did you enjoy it?
-Do you wanna talk, or what?

What if I were to ask you
if I could touch your face?

Would that be all right?

Would you mind?

No.

Whatever.

This is a good place to know.
In the afternoon...

...you can get something to eat.
Some nights you can get a bed.

They got a lot of rules.
I think I broke most of them.

You gotta sign in.

I got to go to this interview.

They got me being
this community service guinea pig.

Can I be your Habitrail?

Yeah, well, we'll see.

- Hi, sorry I'm late.
-That's okay.

- So, what's the topic today?
-What do you want to talk about?

What, are you out of questions
already?

- Have you seen this one?
-Yeah.

You did. How about this one?

Heads or tails?

Heads.

Cheating.

- Yeah, we got that one.
-I know, I'll show you my tattoo.

- You like it? I got one on my right arm.
-That's great.

I did that myself, left-handed.

My dad did this one
when I was 14.

Really?

Do you still keep in touch with him?

What happened?

I don't know.

I don't know.
He's probably dead or something.

See, tattoos weren't his only thing.
He had a taste for all kinds of needles.

You feeling pretty good these days'?

- Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good.
-Got a little cough, though.

Some days I feel good,
some days I don't, like everybody else.

I get along with them really well.
I needed a short break or something.

- Okay, you ready to go?
-Yeah.

- I see you met Stephanie.
-Yeah.

- Come on.
-Thanks.

See you later.

Faggot.

Fucking fag.

Fuck.

So, what are your drugs of choice?

Crystal.

Pot sometimes.

Coke if I can get it.

When did you start using?

When I was about 10 or 11.

It says here the first time
you ran away, you were 9.

You ran to your mother.
Why the hell'd you do that?

I wanted to live with her.

But her and I don't get along so good.

What about your father?
You--? You like him?

Yeah, he's all right.

But he got you arrested.

Yeah, well, life goes on.

Yeah, life goes on.

I gotta tell you, you're
a very lucky guy. You know that?

See, you've been given
a second chance here.

You could've gone to lockup,
but you're in rehab.

I gotta be honest with you.
I'm hesitant to take you in.

You keep running away.

I mean, what's my guarantee
that you're not gonna run from us?

Well, I need help with my problem.

Can you spare some change?
All I want is a little something to eat.

- Skank!
-How you doing, cripple?

- Get your stinking breath--
-Let's take a ride.

- Tommy, get the fuck off me.
-You gonna wiggle out of this thing?

You're infringing on my fucking
civil rights, man.

Get off! Fucking bitch,
get off of me, man.

- Calm down.
-Leave me the fuck alone!

I didn't do shit to you, man!
Tommy, leave me the fuck alone!

- Get off me!
-Relax, asshole.

I'm just looking for King.

- Have you seen him?
-I think I did see King.

He went down to the corner.

Your grandmama's down there
spit-shining dicks again.

Dealing balls.
Two for the price of one.

- Get off me!
-I asked you a question.

Didn't you hear me?

- Yeah, I fucking heard you.
-Yes, sir.

Suck my fucking dick!

Yes, sir, asshole.

- Yes, sir, asshole.
-No!

Just "yes, sir."

Yes, sir.

That's better.

Where do I find King?

- Down at the hole.
-The hole.

Nice hat.

You know, you're a punk bitch!

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot something.

Hello, family.

Hello, Cynthia.

We're taking away radio privileges until
you can learn what being a family is.

Also, welcome a new family member.
Say hello to Greg.

- Hello, Greg.
-What's up?

- Hey, where's King?
-He's up there, man.

King.

King, get up.
King, get up. HEY!

Help! Somebody, help!

Help! King!

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

Little J.

J-

Hey, King.

- Are you okay?
-Come on, come on. Let's go!

Oh, fuck!

Shit!

On, shit.

Shit.

You okay?

Yeah, it's okay.

- What are you doing?
-I gotta see what's keeping Crasher.

It's okay. I'll do it, okay?
Stay here.

On, God.

Come on.

- What? What is it?
-We gotta get out of here, okay?

Give me your arm. Give me your arm.
Crasher's in trouble.

You have trouble with the cops?

Gotta watch the cops.
They'll bust you for loitering...

...just so they can find out
who you are.

I tell the kids to stay off the streets
until after school's out. It's easier.

What do you really feel about me
coming and asking questions...

...putting it on tape?
-Well, I feel like I have to, but...

...l feel better about it
than I thought I was going to.

You know that runaway shelter?
They got this thing...

...this program where they
contact kids' parents...

...and they arrange it
so that they can go back home.

- So?
-So you can go back to Chicago.

- I think you should.
-I don't wanna go back.

Do you want me to go back?

I think it might be a good idea.

You don't realize
we're in a lot of trouble.

- I know!
-Why are you acting like a jerk?

- Because you're an asshole.
-l'm not trying to be.

I'm just trying to live my life
the way I fucking want to.

Everything is fucked up. This world's
fucked up. Everybody's miserable...

...and they're only happy
if you're miserable too.

Will you kindly get out
of my motherfucking face?!

Shit.

- Did you have to be rude to her?
-Who's rude?

You are! Can you blame her
for looking at you?

I'm looking at you.
You look like a fucking fool.

Can you yell a little louder?
Yell a little louder. Come on, come on.

Sorry.

Shit.

It's okay.

But I'm not leaving town
unless you're coming with.

Sorry, lady.

- You're mad.
-You're embarrassing. Get away.

- What are you doing here?
-He's staying with us, I told you.

- You told me fucking shit.
-I did fucking tell you three times.

- He's helping with the rent.
-Oh, yeah?

- Chill out, man. Chill.
-Shut the fuck up!

You're a little fucking slut!
You're a little slut.

- Seven bucks, you got it?
-No, not yet.

- Then go get it. Did you smoke my pot?
-No.

- You fucking better not have.
-Hey, get the fuck off of me!

Shut up!

What the fuck are you looking at?

Excuse me, sir,
do you have any change?

Hi, little girl.

Do you have any money on you?
Some change or a dollar or something?

Could you spare change?

I just wanna get some money together.

Any change so I can get some food?

I hate to bother you,
I'm trying to get--

Mom, I can't, not with him there.

No, Mom, I gotta go, all right?

I just wanted to call you
and tell you I'm fine.

Bye, Mom.

- How do you feel?
-I slept.

How'd you do?

No shit. That's 30 bucks. We should've
been down here the whole time.

- Pretty good, huh?
-lt's incredible. Now we can eat.

-L'm starving.
-We can get a motel room.

Oh, shit, that's a waste of money.

Well, I earned it,
so end of discussion.

- Well, I guess you're the boss.
-Yeah.

-Is that right?
-Come on.

You okay?

Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my goodness.

- This is great!
-Nine-point-two.

Well, listen, I can wash all my stuff,
I can watch TV...

...l'm in a bed, I can watch
Laverne & Shirley.

- What?
-Nothing. It's nice to see you so happy.

- Well?
-Nothing. It's nice.

You're...

- What?
-Nothing.

-L'm gonna go take a shower.
-Yeah, me too.

- You go first.
-Go ahead.

- No, go.
-After you.

- No, go. You smell.
-No, you--

Come on, you had to have known.

You stink.

Take off the hat.

A pimp named Tommy Ray White
was killed last night.

Oh, that's terrible.

No, not really.
But we do need some information.

I don't know anything about it.

I'm not saying you do.

But we hope your friend, King, might.

We just want to talk to him.

Just talk, that's all.

Think you might be able to tell him that
next time you see him?

Yeah, sure, I can tell him that.

- I mean, if I see him, you know.
-You'll see him.

What's wrong?

Where the fuck did Little J get a gun?
I told him not to fuck with guns.

Oh, man. Fuck.

- Here, let me help.
-Yeah.

- Jesus.
-Yeah, he got me.

The bastard.

What do you think happened?
Do you think he died?

Maybe.

-It's gonna be okay.
-No, it's not okay! It's not okay.

We're sitting here like nothing's wrong,
and Crasher's in jail for all I know.

Where's Little J?
It's not okay.

It's not supposed to be like this at all.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

On, shit.

Have a seat up here.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

I was just...

What do you need?

Nothing.

You know...

...l do have a spare bedroom
if I thought I could trust you.

Well, I suppose you could stay here
a few days.

- Would you like that?
-That'd be great.

- Hey, man.
-What do you need?

- I thought I could get a little taste.
-You got money?

Not on me, man.

What are you doing here, man?

- I thought--
-No.

Why don't you ever ask me anything
about myself?

- Like what? I just met you.
-I don't know. Like, anything.

Like why I left home,
what my family's like, how I got here.

- I know why you left home.
-Think you're pretty clever, huh?

No.

No, really.

I bet you've known
a lot of girls like me.

No, I haven't.

So tell me, why did I leave home?

- Man, forget about it.
-No, really, I'd like to know.

Well, one or two reasons.

Either your father molested you
or your stepfather did.

You're a jerk.

Why else would you be here?

- That painting's really spooky.
-Yeah, it's freaky.

It looks like the devil.

It looks like the Grim Reaper.

My father didn't fuck me,
my brother did, so a lot you know.

I'm sorry.

lam.

- Open the fucking register!
-Get out of here! Fuck you!

Motherfucker, sit down!
Back off! Stay the fuck down!

Fuck you!
I call the police on you, motherfucker!

- Checkout time was half-hour ago.
-Oh, shit.

We should go and get more money
like we did yesterday.

It was good on the pier.
We could get something to eat.

That money? That's some of the money
I had with me from Chicago.

I didn't make anything on the pier.

Why'd you lie to me?

I don't know,
maybe I just thought I had to.

- I can't stand it.
-What are you mumbling about?

- I don't want you to be me.
-What are you taking about?

I don't want you to be me, Mouse.

I see people on the street every day,
and I see myself. I don't wanna see you.

- I don't wanna see that happen to you.
-lt won't happen to me.

Won't happen to us.

I promise.

Collect call from Greg.

Hello?

- Hi, Mom.
- Greg?

Greg, where are you?
What's the matter?

- Nothing.
- Greg, are you all right?

I love you.

Greg? Greg?

- Do you skateboard?
-Yeah.

Well, I used to
when I lived in Boston.

- How long you live there?
-About 13 years...

...then I moved to New York for a while,
and then I came here.

- Did you like New York?
-No.

- Well, you're along way from Boston.
-Yeah.

Why'd you leave?

- I broke my probation.
-Yeah? What'd you do?

Assault and battery.

That's bullshit.
I never should have gotten it.

All I did was hit this teacher
after she tried to hit me...

...and she never got in trouble for it.

Fat bitch.

If I saw her again,
I swear to God, I'd hit her.

Jesus Christ, man.

You look like shit.

So...

...your old man got you busted, huh?

Yeah.

Man, life is a real bitch.

How long since you slept?

I don't know, four days.

You gotta sleep, man.

It's too hard, man. It's too hard.

You want some vodka?

I could do that all night,
that ain't gonna help.

So, what do you want me
to do about it?

You want some help?

Yeah.

What?

Yeah, I do.

All right.

I'm doing this so you can sleep.

Starting tomorrow,
I want you to cut down on your speed.

Cheap-ass drug, man.

Does it hurt?

-Is it gonna hurt?
-No.

Lights out, boy.

- You got the law after you.
-What?

- They think you killed Tommy Ray.
-Me?

- I didn't. I didn't touch anybody.
-I know you didn't. I know.

I'm gonna kill Little J. Oh, man,
I can't go back to jail. I can't.

- What are you gonna do?
-I don't know.

Well, I'm leaving.

Where are you going?

Dallas.

Dallas?

Yeah, Dallas. You ought to come
with me too.

-It's great there.
-We should.

You wanna go to Dallas?

I'm gonna get myself a big old lady
with some fucking--

You know what I mean? Maybe
a couple pit bulls. How'd that be?

- Sounds good, doesn't it?
-I don't know.

Don't think about it too long.

As soon as I score speed,
I'm off like a bride's nightie.

- What's that smell?
-That's you.

- That is you.
-That's you.

- That's you.
-You smell bad.

-It's you.
-You're handsome, but you stink.

You stink.

No, seriously, though, man,
y'all ought to come with me.

Fuck, I tell you what.

Why don't you meet me back here
in, like, a half-hour?

- Come on, let's go. Fuck this place.
-You're right. I gotta get out too.

We'll get Little J and Greg,
and maybe we'll come.

Yeah. Anyway, if I don't see you,
it's good knowing you.

- Yeah, you too.
-Yeah. Have a good life.

-It's nice to meet you, Heather.
-Take care.

Later days and better lays, y'all.

- You didn't do shit.
-Well, that doesn't matter.

I want you out of here.

I want you out of here now!

I heard you the first time!

No, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, you gave me shit, man.

- What are you talking about?
-You tried to cheat me!

- You gave me shit!
-Take this!

I don't cheat nobody!
I don't cheat nobody!

Buy from somebody else.
I don't wanna sell to you no more.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Ted.

- You just can't handle it, man.
-I can.

Sit down.

I'm sorry, man.

I didn't mean it, man.

I'm sorry.

You're practically my brother, man.

If I knew you couldn't handle it,
I never would've given it to you.

- I can handle it.
-The fuck you can!

Look at you.

You stink, man.
What is wrong with you?

- Nothing.
-Nothing! Fuck that!

I'll tell you what's wrong.

You're a spoiled shit who ended up on
the streets and thinks he's a bad man.

You're nothing but a punk, man, that's
it. A punk who can't handle his drugs!

Fucking pathetic.

All right. From now on,
it's cash only.

Maybe that'll help you
slow down a little.

You still got cash, don't you?

Well, all right.

What do you want?

- A quarter?
-No.

I'll give you a 20 piece.

- That's it.
-Okay.

Show me your cash.

- Have you seen him?
-You just missed him.

- He had money and bought me food.
-Where'd he go?

- Hey, hey.
-Where'd he go?

- To score some speed from Ted.
-Shit. Thanks.

Young love.

- You just do like we said, all right?
-Okay.

Just leave it to me.
You stay in the hall.

- You got your money?
-Right here.

Is he here?

Ted.

- Look out.
-What the fuck?!

- Ted!
-Where's Greg?

Ted, where's Greg?
Greg's here, I know he is.

- What can I do for you, man?
-Just stay the fuck out of my face.

Greg!

Shit.

- What are you doing?
-King.

- What are you doing?
-What's up, bro?

- What?
-Look at yourself.

- What?
-Look. How do you feel?

- Well, it's cool, man.
-lt's not cool, Greg.

We're in big trouble, all right?

Little J and Heather and I
are leaving.

- What happened?
-Somebody got shot, all right?

- You're coming with us.
-Where are we going?

I don't know. Someplace cheap.

We'll just get on a bus
and go where it's going, okay?

Will we be together?

- Yeah, all of us. All right?
-Okay.

- All right. Get your shirt on.
-l'm too high for the street, man.

You'll do what I tell you to do
when I tell you.

I'm too high, man.
Look, no more drugs.

Here, take my money.

This doesn't mean anything to me.

- On my honour.
-I need to know you'll be there.

On my honour, I'll be there.

I'm trusting you.

I promise.

Noon. Noon.

What? What are we--? I tell Greg
in there-- Where are we gonna go?

Are we just gonna pick a city?

What's gonna change?

Maybe we'll find
a freeway underpass...

...or a nice squat.

Or maybe I'll just get my shit together
and get a job.

I told Greg that everything
would be fine.

I have no right. I have no right.
I can't promise anything.

No, you can't.
You can't promise anything to anybody.

You mean the world to them.

I just want them to see how to look out
for themselves better.

They love you.

I----

Little J, are you home?

Little J.

Where you been?

- You okay?
-Yeah.

- No, man.
-What are--?

Fuck!

Man, I didn't mean to shoot him.

I fucked everything up for us.

I'm sorry, man.
I'm fucking sorry. Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Man, I'm fucking sorry.

- I didn't mean to fucking shoot him.
-I know, J.

He tried to kill me.
You saved my life.

Where the“?
What are we gonna do?

- J, cool it. Cool it.
-J, what?

- We're leaving. We're splitting town.
-You'll come with us.

- Where the fuck are we going, King?
-Now, listen to me.

11:'!

I'll take care of you, J.

- Listen. Listen.
-What?

I'll take care of you.

Will you come with us?

Come on, J. Come on.

- Come with us.
-Yeah.

Good. Come on.

- Fuck. Fuck.
-Hey, hold up there. Police officers.

- Wanna ask you a couple of questions.
-Why?

- Got questions.
-I didn't do anything.

That's all right.

On, shit.

Goddamn it!

Get up! Get up!

- I didn't do anything!
-Fuck are you running for? Shut up!

Jesus-fucking-Christ.
-You okay?

Yeah. We're not gonna take you in.

We just wanna ask you some questions.
Where the fuck is King?

- I don't know King.
-You're a liar.

- I don't know who King is.
-You're a liar!

He's your friend.
You're lying. Where's King?

- I ain't seen him.
-Why were you running?

What do you got on you?

I ain't seen him
since he been in jail.

What's that?

You're a lowlife scumbag,
you know that?

All you had to do was share
information with me.

- Now you got a problem.
-What do you want?

You're going to jail.
You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

You did the right thing,
talking to the cops.

You save yourself.

Save yourself.

Fuck King, man. Fuck him.

You did the right thing, little bro.

Come to me, okay?

Good. Good.

What do you got?

No, J. You gotta roll it
over your knuckles.

You'll get it when you get older.

- Bus number 420...
- Shit, we can't wait. We gotta go.

- What about Greg?
-We can't wait. Let's go.

--Now boarding at Gate G.

Which way to departures?

Shit.

Where the hell is Greg?

You guys, wait here.
I'm gonna check again.

This is the final call
for bus number 420.

- Service to Riverside, India...
-Fuck, Greg.

On, shit.

I fucking did it.

- Hey, King, I did it.
-Hey, freeze! Don't move.

- Put the gun down, son.
-Put it down.

Little J, put down the gun.
Don't make a mistake, son. Don't--

Come on, son, put it down.

- Put it down. What are you doing?
-Fuck them!

Don't, man!

How do you see your future
on the street?

- What do you mean?
-You see yourself always on the street?

If you got a plan,
I'm willing to listen.

I'm just trying to-- You know,
it's like, what about love?

What about it?

Well, what if you fell in love
with something?

Wouldn't that make a difference?

Yeah.

In fact, I got somebody now.

Waldo. Big black guy.
I met him in the cellblock.

Really?

Yeah, sure.

No, just some chick I met.

- Tell me about her.
-No.

- Why not?
-Because what's mine is mine.

And if I share it with you,
then it becomes less mine.

You understand?

Her name's Heather.

She's very beautiful.

So you got it out of me.

- You're such a character, King.
-Fuck that.

Can I get my 10 bucks
and get the hell out of here, please?

Sure.

-It was a really good session today.
-Good.

You okay?

I'm fine.

You got a cigarette?

- Yeah.
-Thanks.

Are you sure you're okay?

It's been a longtime.

Look, I know you just turned 18.

I don't know your history...

...but maybe you wanna think about
giving home a try.

My home's here.

Okay] -

He's ready.

So, what's up?

You always been
such a pain in the ass?

Yeah.

Excuse me, you got a dime?
Nickel?

Hey, how was it?

- Suck any cocks?
-Just your dad's.

Excuse me, ma'am. Could you spare
change for me and my little brother?

If you could put out one thing...

...put one thing out there about King's
philosophy, what would it be?

If you keep everything simple,
you'll do okay.

You just go where the day takes you.

Subtitles by
SDI Media Group