Original subtitles

[Tara] Okay, what about the people?

[Nick] Guys or girls?

[Tara] I don't know... girls.

Okay, now there are three types of broads in this town.

Let's start at the threes so this way we can get them out of the way fast.

I'm sorry, are you allowed to smoke in here?

It's fine.

Now, threes are nasty.

We're talking the bottom of the barrel scumbuckets that come with a guaranteed STD.

I'm sorry, but like, if you're so desperate for some ass that you're willing to fuck with

one of these broads, fucking pray

that nobody ever finds out.

Okay, so, do I even want to ask about the twos ?

You ever play Russian roulette?

Who the hell actually plays Russian roulette?

Guys who fuck twos , that's who!

I'm telling you, there's a fifty-fifty shot that there's a bullet in that chamber

every single time you stick it in one of these hoes.

Oh my God! You're terrible.

Honey, we haven't even gotten to the ones yet.

Now, the ones ...

These are the ones that appear more classy and beautiful.

They give you faith

that there might be something besides the rest of the filthy trash in the 585,

but underneath there's always some dark, nasty secrets

that always end up spilling out and ruining everything.

I mean, come on, think about it,

there's no way a guy would logically fuck with a three or a two .

Unless he previously dealt with a one .

That's an interesting theory.

- So what number am I? - You're a one .

- Fuck you! I'm a one ? - Honey, it could be worse!

You could be a two or three !

Okay. All right.

What kind of guy are you, then?

Not a stereotypical meathead douche bag like the rest of the guys in this city.

They all talk about how they're all gonna get out,

which they won't,

and how they're all doing big things, which they're not.

Okay, so what about you?

Are you going to get out of this town?

I'm gonna fucking run this town one day.

So that means you think you're going to do big things?

Let's put it like this:

I'm not going to end up some drunk mechanic that peaked in high school.

Who are you, Nick Donato?

[energetic hip-hop]

That was quick. Was there a problem?

Actually, honey, yeah, there's a problem with my bed.

[moaning]

Hey John! Mr. C around?

Look at this handsome face right here, John!

You know, I keep telling you, you're gonna work for this guy one day.

So...

Before I forget, I got a little something for you.

Little extra in there also.

Thank you.

Hey fucker, remember to call Joanna's name up there when you're doing the contest winner.

Yea, yea, yea...

Oh my God, shut the fuck up. Take this.

Drink like a fish.

Fuck like a dog.

Run shit like a lion, baby.

[energetic hip-hop]

[Nick] Hey yo, Vertex! Are you fucking ready?

[loud cheering]

I said, Vertex, are you ready?

[cheering continues]

Without further ado, let's bring out the sexy contestants

in this years best bikini body in the five-eight-fucking-five!

Jesus Christ.

Now

the winner of this years best bikini body in the 585...

Let's make some noise for the lovely, the beautiful, the fucking sexy,

Miss Rachel Cortese!

Okay, honey, you wait over there. I'll be with you in a minute.

How would you motherfuckers want open bar for the rest of the night?

[enthusiastic applause]

Check it Vertex, Donato here has got one minute to make

all the snow and all the liquid disappear.

No hands allowed.

He does it, you get open bar for the rest of the night.

If he don't, you don't get shit.

And I guess, Nick, here

ain't the young lion of the jungle.

Here we go, here we go.

11:59...

Go!

[tense music]

[upbeat hip-hop resumes]

It's all gone, oh shit!

[Nick V.O.] This town, people,

It's fucking nasty.

It's rough!

And motherfucker, you better know

when you step into this bitch, you're in my house

and I'm the young lion running this motherfucker!

[trap music]

[Vincent] Be fucking respectful, all right.

What are you, a fucking wing nut?

I don't know how much fucking college cost.

No, no, I don't.

My fucking stugot son, he dropped out.

So I didn't have to pay none of that shit.

Jesus fucking Christ! Why don't you just bend me over

and fuck me up my ass?

I feel like I'm married all over again.

No...

You do the right thing,

not me.

No, trust me.

Babe, listen, it's gonna mean much more coming from you...

Yeah...

No, you can't come over tonight.

No, I'm busy.

'Course I miss you.

[laughing]

Oh, you are a very naughty woman.

I'm gonna be late for fucking work, I gotta go.

Bye.

You believe that shit?

She wants me to pay for her daughters soon to be jizzed on fucking prom dress.

I don't need this shit.

She's busting my balls every fucking day about something.

So what are you going to do?

- You gonna be single again? - Don't you put me to the fucking test.

'Cause I'll come swooping in there

and I'll steal all your little girlfriends.

- Whatever you say, pop. - And besides, look at you, son.

You look like fucking shit.

You would too, if you had a fucking night like I did last night.

[chuckles]

[Vincent] You believe this fucking shit here?

Black. Lives. Matter.

They oughta just round up all these trouble making niggers and just

wipe 'em the fuck out.

You fucking kidding me?

He killed an innocent kid.

Hey, in my day,

those fucking degenerates,

they never would've thought about stepping a foot in our fucking neighborhood.

And likewise!

We didn't fuck around their neighborhoods neither.

All right?

The world was a much better place, brother, I'll tell you what.

♪ I got bitches in the living room, getting it on.

And they aint leavin' 'til six in the morning.

So what you gonna do?

I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do to. ♪

Ow!

Ah!

Hey, what's up?

It's Mike!

The auto-credit guy from Joseph Sage!

We're here to shake up the auto industry in Rochester.

We get everyone financed, no matter what their credit history is!

Check me!

We got small cars, we got red cars, we got cars with moon roofs!

We got seven-passenger vans and SUV's!

We even got imports all with guaranteed credit!

[crash]

[male voice] Stop the camera! Stop the camera!

No, keep it rolling! Keep it rolling!

Bankruptcy, no credit, bad credit,

the worst credit, we'll get you financed! Call Joseph Sage!

After you left last night,

tried to get the kid some pussy.

Yea, well maybe if someone did what they fuckin' promised...

Oh! Tell me you hit it with the contest chick?

Ray, you know he's not gonna tell you the fuckin' truth.

Come on, bro.

All I'm saying is, if you motherfuckers learned

about respect and privacy for what you did with women,

someone might get a little bit more pussy than they do right now.

Aww, I hate you guys.

Man, fuck all that!

- I spread that shit like the gospel. - I know you fuckin' do.

[Andrew] You know what? Fuck that for a second, okay?

Did Ray tell you my plan to get back at Joanna?

Ah, fuck that. Let's go inside, I aint dealing with this shit.

Wait, does nobody fucking love me anymore?

- No, I definitely don't. - But I will tell you this,

if you want a plan to get back at Joanna, I got the perfect fucking plan.

Yeah. Come on, baby. Give me the goods.

Pick her up in your mother's minivan.

Bitch is gonna love it.

Okay, you know what?

Keep talking, Donato, okay! Let me tell you something,

lots of ladies like a guy who drives a van.

Sends a message.

Says, I'm not too flashy, but can still show you a good fucking time.

[scoffs]

Okay, you know, don't forget to bring me up in there!

For the hundredth fucking time, we told you, we promise.

- That we're gonna think about it. - [laughing]

Okay, you know what? Don't fuck me on this, Nick, okay?

I know how you two get. You're all sitting around

going he-he-he and nobody's taking care of Andrew!

Andrew still bugging you to let him in with Colichio?

Not gonna happen, man.

Eventually, you gotta break it to him.

Well, eventually ain't today, dawg.

- Andrew, man... - I know, dawg, I know.

You stupid little fuckers really did it this time!

Fuck is you talking about, John?

What's the issue, John?

I don't know. Maybe it's because his most profitable fucking club

had open bar for the last hour of the night

and you lost all his fucking money.

Five thousand fucking dollars, huh?

How the fuck he find out, John?

Maybe you should worry less about how he found out and worry

more about how the fuck you're going to get out of this.

Because I ain't covering your fucking dumb-asses again.

I'm fucking done with you.

- [Raymond] John. - This is fucked up, man.

Yo, Mr. C...

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Don't you fucking talk!

After everything I do for you and then you fuck with my shit like that!

Fuck you!

Anthony, that's enough!

Fuck!

So let's just talk this through.

You boys look like you were about to explain to me

how the fuck you were able to

blow through all this money of mine.

So please

explain.

I'm understanding.

One night, like last night

makes your club legendary for the next ten fucking years.

Ray, go get me the bag.

See this shit? This is just fucking cash.

Do you have any idea what we did in credit last night?

I got a tape of you snorting Scarface amounts of coke

off some bitches naked body,

and then giving a bunch of shit away for free.

And you're wondering why I'm upset?

Here, they're not lying.

Look at these numbers.

Hey John, go ahead and show the boys out, please.

[Colichio] Fucking motherfucker!

You stupid-ass motherfucker!

- [muffled punches] - [John screams]

- [beating continues] - Oh shit.

[Colichio] I'll fucking kill you, right where you stand!

- That's fucked up. - Wanna go back in there?

Fuck that! Let's get the fuck outta here!

Dude's out of control, Nick.

We gotta do something.

Nah, just fucking chill.

You know the way he is.

He just wants to be heard and feel important.

Besides, at the end of the day,

who's the ones running the show?

Are we, Nick?

Just don't say shit in front of Andrew. We'll talk about this later, okay?

God, I have a great ass.

Wha... what?

Joanna loves it.

Oh, my God, with this fucking broad.

Let me see your phone.

What's wrong with your phone?

Come on, let me see it.

You don't think she's fucking anybody else though, right?

- Mhmm. Yes. - Definitely.

Dude, she leaves you with a hard dick in your hand every fucking night.

What do you think that means?

Yeah, while she's grinding on your dick

she's looking across the room at his dick.

What the fuck does that mean though?

I mean, come on guys, seriously. Give it to me straight here.

I can't do it with him anymore. Done.

[cell phone buzzes]

Who just texted me?

No one. No one.

Give me the phone, Andrew.

- No one. - Give me the fucking phone.

Give me the fucking phone.

Oh, shit.

Alfieri's throwing down tonight.

You know what that means.

- Banger! - Banger!

Wait, who's that?

[energetic hip hop]

Yo! What up?

[Alfieri] Fuck, you made it!

- What's up? - Still smoking cigarettes, you nasty bastard?

- I love 'em. Come on. - Let's get fucking ripped.

[music continues]

Ray, we're up next on the fucking pong table.

You stay the fuck away. You're a jinx.

You ain't fucking with my record though.

- I was supposed to play. - You got that gimpy elbow, bro.

[Raymond] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

God damn. Who the fuck is that?

Yo, Donato where...

Where the fuck did you come from?

Excuse me?

No, I mean... I just.

I just

I saw you... I saw you.

I saw you coming through the door and...

Are you okay?

I'm smelling a strike out.

There's no way this works.

You want to put a dub on it?

Make it $50.

Bet.

No, I'm not okay, because I've never been this

flustered in my life approaching

a beautiful fucking woman.

Normally, I would say that you gotta buy me a cold one to

make up for it, but since there ain't no bar here

I'll just let you grab me one over there.

Oh, is that so?

Make me proud, baby.

Please be a miserable failure like me.

I'm Nick Donato.

Tara Golden.

- Nah, sweetheart, come here, I'm a hugger. How you doing? - Okay.

Nice to meet you.

All right, let's go grab you a drink.

- Let's go grab that drink. - Let's do it.

Let's do it.

Pay up, motherfucker. Come on.

Get my money.

Get my money.

Andrew, don't fucking play with me.

I'll be right back with it.

Broke motherfucker.

Here you go, sweetheart.

Thank you.

You are welcome.

Okay. I have a question for you.

I have an answer for you.

How'd you know I wasn't from around here?

You don't know who I am.

[laughs]

Wow.

- That's kind of my mic drop moment right there. - Yeah?

[phone buzzes]

Sorry...

That's one of my girlfriends. I have to go.

- Do you really? - Yeah.

- Come on. Stay for a little bit. - No.

- Little bit. Are you kidding me? - No.

All right, I got your number.

- I'mma be fucking calling. - Okay.

Like, I'm calling.

Dangerous right there.

Fucking dangerous.

- That was a good night, bro. - Fucking dope night, man.

Do you ever not get pussy?

Don't say, get pussy .

Why the fuck not? You guys say shit like that all the time.

Yeah, but when you say it, it sounds vulgar.

Like, filthy.

It's fine. It's fine.

What you think?

Check it.

We put the VIP section at the top, dance floor in the middle, bar at the bottom.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Us doing our own thing. Becoming partners.

How long you been planning this?

Oh, it's been a while.

I almost cracked, but...

Shit's dope, ain't it?

Ray, please tell me you're not talking about cutting out Colichio?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Bro, I came from the fucking projects. Avenue D.

I built shit up with nothing. With nobody.

For what? To be some flunky to some fucking asshole?

Man, fuck that shit.

You saw what he did to my face, Nick.

It's only a matter of time before he kills one of us.

[Nick] Nah, don't say that.

Colichio would never do that.

He's family.

Yeah, you right.

Yeah, you right.

He'd never do that.

To you.

Place looks like shit.

Eh.

How the fuck would you pay for shit?

You got startup money? Fuck you shit I don't know about? Huh?

What's going on?

That's where you come in.

I know you got a boy from the city that's trying to do his thing...

What guy in the city?

If you let me fucking finish...

Old boy... what's his name?

Flagg!

Trying to move the product.

Yo!

White boy!

What's good player? You know who the fuck it is, cuz.

How you doing, man?

- Keep chillin'. I'm good, how's you, homie? - Good to see you, dawg.

[groaning]

You all right?

Fuck no, I'm not all right. It's hunting season right now, dawg.

Fuck all that.

I know you got your shit with the club and everything,

but you need to come back around the way with me,

and start slinging and make some real paper again.

Leave Ray bitch ass at home, come make some real bread, bro.

Nah, dawg, I can't do that, man.

- I got a good thing going with Ray and that club. - [groans]

Besides, man, I'm trying to be on that adult shit, homie, you feel me?

Ahh... I feel you.

All right, cuz, I appreciate that, man.

You already know.

Good seeing you, dawg.

- See you around, alright? - Alright, you already know.

You still ugly with that big-ass head though.

[Flagg] I still fuck more bitches than you.

Yeah... Keep telling yourself those lies, brah.

Ray, please tell me you're fucking kidding me?

Nah, nah, that's your plan?

Fuck that, dude.

Nah, I grew up with the kid.

He's a fucking lowlife, drug dealing piece of shit

who you can't trust for shit.

That's what you brought me here for?

- Nick, I can't do this shit without you, bro. - Nah, fuck that.

Ray, you can call me fucking old school, but loyalty means something to me.

Colichio took me under his fucking wing when I had nothing

and you had nothing. Remember that.

Get in the fucking car, let's go.

Get in the fucking car, let's go.

Fuck.

[pensive music]

All right, hot shot.

Make it quick. Some of us got a job to do.

I just wanted to ask you for some advice quick.

And that couldn't wait 'til I got home tonight?

I got work at the club tonight.

I really hope that's not what this is about.

Kinda is.

Yeah.

All right.

Want my advice?

Want my opinion?

Here you go...

Grow the fuck up

be a man,

- and get a real fucking job. - Dad, look it

I know you don't like Colichio, but if you could just hear me out

- for one second about this... - Hey!

You're not getting this through your thick fucking skull, son, okay?

As long as you're working for Colichio,

that fucking prick,

- I don't give a fuck what you do... - But that's it.

Ray wants us to leave, open up, and run our own place.

Okay.

Let me ask you's a question.

You have any investors lined up for this

business venture of yours?

No.

Have you applied for, or do you have a business permit here of Rochester?

No.

No?

Do you have any plans at all to make this

- business a fucking success? - Yeah.

Okay, what? What is it?

Me and Raymond.

Shit.

There you go!

Why didn't you say so?

My bad.

You and fucking Raymond.

Raymond, the idiot fucking moulinyan.

What the fuck could go wrong with that, right?

Is this a fucking fantasy business of yours son?

'Cause it sounds like something you and your fuckin' faggot pals,

dreamed up at your goddamn summer camp,

jerking each other fucking off!

Not for nothing, we've been the ones running shit for Colichio

for fucking years now.

Years.

And kissing some fucking criminals ass somehow qualifies you

to run a fucking business? Is that what you're telling me?

Look, I get it.

I fucking get it!

You look down on me for what I do.

I get it. That's not something that you can respect.

So fucking be it.

But whatever you think about me, whatever you say about me,

know this,

I have taken care of my family

by making an honest living and working

hard every day of my goddamn life...

[Nick] This again?

Same fucking shit.

Some things never change, man.

Yeah, walk away like a little fucking faggot.

I'm fucking somebody, okay?

And I'm going to become so fucking big soon

it'll blow your mind.

While you're right down there on your fucking knees,

chugging Colichio's greasy fucking cock.

You want my respect, son?

You want my approval?

Well, you're not gonna get it. Not for this.

It's time for you to grow the fuck up, son.

So unless you, uh,

unless you want some more

of my advice,

I got a fucking car to finish.

Ray.

I'm fucking in!

[Nick] This is it.

This is where you're taking me?

Yeah.

Are you not having a good time?

I didn't say that.

Come on, let's go inside. I want to show you this place.

I cannot step foot into that building until I hear something

real come out of that mouth of yours.

You've been hearing real all night. What are you talking about?

No, I've been real. But I haven't had real from you.

Give me something. What you got?

How real you want to get right now?

How real can you get?

- Like, for real, for real? - Yeah.

- We're getting for real, for real? - Yeah.

All right.

So my father, he's a...

[dramatic music intensifies]

[inaudible dialogue]

[Nick] Yo, Ray, meet Tara.

Tara, meet my boy, Ray.

- Hello. - Nice to finally meet you.

Andrew, meet Tara...

Oh, my God, Ray, you beautiful piece of chocolate, you!

Come here!

Get the fuck off me!

Oh, God.

The shit that Joanna just did to me...

Oh, my God.

You guys don't even fucking know.

Wait. So what do I do?

What do you mean?

You just said she fucking wants you?

I don't know what's going on, man.

She's out of her fucking mind!

Nick, help the kid.

No, you help him.

- I did it the last time! - One of you guys help me.

Fuck that! Come on!

Give me your fucking phone.

Yes. Do your dirty Donato tricks. Come on.

- [Tara and Raymond] Oh yea. - [Andrew] No. No, no, no.

Wait... wait... What's all that?

What are you writing?

Stupid shit...

- [Raymond] You don't even know how to read that. - I don't have service in here!

I'm gonna go grab drinks.

You go do that.

I like this place. This is...

This is nice.

Oh, yeah. I'm just house sitting for a couple weeks.

I'm looking for a spot of my own.

Tara

sweetheart, are you kidding me right now?

- What? - Walking in like that with...

Like that, with that...

That smile.

- Yo, stop! - You're ridiculous.

[Nick] Put it away.

- I can't even look at you right now. - You're ridiculous.

Wow.

Honey, sweetheart, seriously,

you need to be a model.

- For real though. - No.

- Mhmm. - No.

No.

But you know what?

I actually, I did do beauty pageants when I was a kid, so...

Bullshit.

- No, I did. - For real?

Yeah, but I.

I know what you're thinking right now.

What's that?

That we were all just like a bunch of airheads,

and it was just a bunch of princess shit.

That's not what I was thinking at all.

I don't know.

I know it gets a bad rap, but it kind of helped me find my voice.

But my parents fucking hated it.

Well fuck them.

I think that's awesome.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

Isn't part of doing beauty pageants, also

having a talent... something that you do?

No.

- Yes, it is! - No.

Tara, I watch Miss America, though.

I know this shit.

- Come on. - Okay.

Tell me what your talent was.

No.

No.

You're not going to tell me?

- No. Absolutely not. - Come on.

All right, you know what? Fuck this.

I'mma make you a deal right now.

Besides being a fantastic human being,

I'm also a great actor.

- [nervous laughter] - But don't let anyone know this.

So, what I'm gonna do is

- I'm gonna get up there... - Okay.

I'm going to do my classic John Travolta, Saturday Night Fever strut.

- So... - Let's see.

- You wanna see it? - Yeah.

You gonna tell me your talent?

I don't know.

You will after I do this for you.

- You ready for this shit? - What you got?

Get my Oscar ready, sweetheart, I'm ready.

[laughing]

All right.

Cue the Bee Gees.

- Oh, my God. - How you doin', huh?

Want the De Niro?

I'll hit you with the De Niro real quick.

Oh, my God.

Does it hurt?

To do that?

Give you the Brando while I'm at it.

No.

I'm going to just tell you at this point.

We're good.

All right, give me the talent now. Come on.

I want it.

I'm all ears.

Okay. It was stand-up comedy.

- Really? - Yeah. I don't know.

I've just always wanted to pursue it, but I just never really had the balls to do it.

Well, I think you should.

Can I kiss you?

Oh, Andrew...

Tell me I'm the best your ever had.

Oh, you're the best I've ever had, baby.

Squeeze my ass!

Yeah! Squeeze my ass!

Yeah! Squeeze that ass!

You're totally gonna be my girlfriend after this.

[moaning]

- Andrew... - What?

- Andrew! - What?

Andrew!

[masturbation sounds] Uh... ah... ah... um...

Andrew.

Are you in there?

I'll be right out.

Okay.

I'll just be waiting in your room.

[heavy breathing]

Back in this, yeah.

She's in your fucking room.

[masturbation sounds continue]

[thunder and rain]

Oh wait... oh!

- Ow! - Oh I'm sorry.

Fuck. The hell are you doing?

You like being teased like that though, right?

God! Just put...

There. It's in.

Go.

Ah!

Ah... I love you.

You love me?

- Get the fuck off me! - Wait... what?

No, I...

No! I

I didn't...

Wait, where are you...

Where are you going?

How did I get so desperate

that I let you dupe me into coming over here?

Desperate? What?

What are you talking about, desperate?

Fucking blanket!

[thunder clap]

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I just was nervous and

I just wanted to impress you

I really thought with you drooling over me

that it would at least make you a good fuck.

But nope.

You saying you love me? Like, are you for real insane?

Fucking two pump chump.

No, totally, I...

Look, nobody's going to find out about this.

I promise!

I fucked the fucking shit out of her.

All right, I mean I beat that shit up, like, all night.

[cheering]

Bro! I told you my cousin be gettin' it in though!

You got that 30 rack though?

- Hi! - Hi! How are you?

Nice to meet you.

- What's wrong? - There's, like, a million people here.

I know you said a lot, but this is, like, a lot, a lot.

Come on, they're gonna love you.

Everybody, this is Tara.

[enthusiastic cheering]

[Colichio] Hey! Hey!

Come here!

Come here, come here, come here!

That's her, right?

- That's her. - Wow!

Let me ask you something?

What're you doing with a bum like this?

I don't know, but it is so nice to finally meet you.

Nick never stops talking about you.

- You talk about us all the time? - A little bit.

Just a little bit, huh?

Hey, look, sweetheart, look, this house is your house.

You make yourself at home.

- Hey, somebody! - Here!

You're gonna eat good tonight!

[cheerful music]

Don't fucking swear...

[family talking over each other]

Are you Italian?

Are you Italian?

Blonde hair!

I think the family likes her. What do you think?

Yeah.

Girls are fucking grilling her. She's getting it right now.

Good!

Do you cook, honey?

Yeah!

Nick would not date somebody who doesn't cook.

Well, he's not dating her, he's fucking her.

[table erupts]

She's terrible. I'm sorry.

Do we really think he's gonna marry this girl?

- He might. - You don't have to say it to her face though.

Well, at least I'm real.

I dont' want him getting any girl pregnant.

And then having some kid just living this Earth with a single mother.

You got the hot flashes?

Yes! I do!

So, where are you from originally?

Don't you think we're all getting a little too old to

be fucking around the same way we have been?

Maybe.

But what's the final conditions on all this shit?

All right, so, check it...

You give me and Ray the shit, all right?

We'll push that shit through Vertex ourselves.

We accumulate the paper.

I'm talking long term goals right now, cuz.

We get our new spot,

that joint's fuckin' ours.

We run the shit.

That point,

you and your boys come through the door,

you start slinging every fucking piece of shit you want.

You ain't gotta look over your back. You're with us.

Yeah.

How 'bout you get your ass off the street and come hustle that product at a different level.

Thought I told you to be a ghost nigga and act like you

wasn't fuckin' here.

And you...

You okay with taking that kinda risk with your boss?

His father was my fucking boss.

And little Colichio...

Once that motherfucker took over, everything went to fucking shit.

Fuck that motherfucker, aight?

There's a fast lane open in this city, cuz.

And you best believe, some motherfucker's gonna step up and fill that void.

Aight.

Fuck it. Let's do this.

- Let's get this bread. - Let's get that paper.

What's up, buddy?

So what's going on with you and Joanna?

Are you still trying to hit that?

I can't get her out of my head, man.

She's always here dancing with all these dudes,

like she's trying to make some point or something. I don't

Look at me.

Fuck her.

You can get any girl you want inside that fucking club

and you want to know why?

'Cause you're one handsome motherfucker, and a funny one at that.

You are.

What about you and Tara?

We're doing great, man.

That's...

That's great, man.

Listen, can I talk to you about something?

Word's obviously out that you and Ray are pushing shit through these doors...

Drew, I'm not looking for a fucking lecture... I want in.

Oh.

All right, I'll tell you what, man.

- I'll talk to Raymond, I'll see what I can... - No.

No. You don't need to talk to Ray.

Just like you didn't need to talk to Colichio.

Andrew, he's my fucking partner.

And what

I'm just some guy you keep around for laughs?

Nick, if you tell him you want me in, he'll do it.

What the fuck, man?

Where the fuck is this coming from?

Nowhere, man.

Where the fuck is this coming from?

I've done everything I can to fucking help you, man.

Oh, bullshit, Nick.

Come on, you're the self-proclaimed lion, right?

Dad.

Dad? Dad!

Dad, come here!

Sit up. Sit up, Dad, come on.

The fuck did you take?

What the fuck did you take?

No, no, no, no. Close your mouth. Breathe through your nose.

Breathe through your nose. Come on.

Come on. Breathe through your nose.

[groaning]

[Nick V. O.] So my father...

He's a... uh...

Dad, stop. Come on.

[V.O.] functioning alcoholic.

All right. Okay.

[V.O.] To the point where the doctors told him,

you're gonna fucking die

if you don't stop drinking.

And he hasn't.

And they gave him these pills that'll help him.

And you can't drink on them. But he does.

So sometimes.

I'll come home and I'll find him

on the floor of the house, seizing.

And I have to be by his side all night long

and tell him everything's gonna be okay.

When, I don't know if it will be.

Is that real enough for you?

Morning, hot shot.

Coffee there if you want some.

So, what'd you do last night?

Are you fucking kidding me?

[laughing]

What's with the atti-fucking-tude?

You would've fucking died last night if it wasn't for me!

You fucking drunk piece of shit.

Say it again.

Come on, tough guy. Say it.

Come on.

Say it.

You know what?

Go ahead. Do it. Hit me.

'Cause maybe then I'll be able to feel something fucking real from you.

You know what, Dad?

At the end of the day, you're no different, and no better than the rest of the fucking

junkies I sell shit to out there.

And you killed, Ma.

- Shut your fucking mouth! You hear me? - Do it!

- I'll shut it for you! - Do it! Hit me!

Motherfucker!

I'm fucking leaving

and I'm never fucking coming back!

[knocking on door]

I think we should move in together.

[soulful music]

What are you doing, baby? You writing jokes?

Yeah.

I feel like they suck though.

No, that's good.

- I like that one. - Yeah?

Yeah.

I can't wait to see you up on that fucking stage.

You are going to kill.

Thank you.

I hope so.

What do you say? You want to go to dinner tonight?

- Yeah. - Where do you want to go?

Does it still hurt?

Nope.

Put that shit behind me years ago.

I meant your face.

Oh.

- No. He hits like a bitch. - [loud commotion]

- You never fucking change. - Blows her outta the fucking water.

Do you think you're ever gonna go back?

- [obnoxious drunk] If I had your life... - No.

Honey, hold one second.

The fucking best tits I've ever seen in my fucking life...

What's up, buddy? You got a problem?

Guys, I'm on a date with my girlfriend here, okay?

- Sorry about that, miss. - Won't happen again.

I'd keep my mouth shut too if I had that pussy to put my mouth on...

Who's fucking pussy you talkin' about?

Nick, let's go!

- [yelling] - [Tara] Hey! Let's go!

- The fuck you gonna do? - Let's go!

Let's go! Let's Go!

Hey! You're taking that to fucking go too!

Let's go!

I'll kill you! Come here, motherfucker!

Talking about my fuckin' girlfriend?

I'll fucking kill you! Talking now?

Talking now, motherfucker?

Hey, kid. Get your ass over here.

Thanks for coming, buddy.

So sorry, Mr. C.

- So fucking sorry. - For what?

Man, I would've beat those motherfuckers with a fuckin' pipe.

As for the charges...

Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out.

[loud gunshot]

[laughing]

How the fuck can I repay you for all the shit you do for me?

Fuck.

You see that building over there?

Look at the size of that joint.

You're a smart kid.

What would you do with a place like that?

Shit.

- I don't really know. - Oh, come on.

'Course you do.

- Maybe uh... - Or look at that over there.

You know what I should do?

I should call up my real estate friends, have them look into it for me.

You know my real estate friends, right?

Not off the top of my head, no.

Reach under the seat.

- Mr. C., I... - Reach under the seat.

Go ahead, take it.

I'm not going to tell you twice.

Feel the weight of that thing?

There's a lot of little fucks out there

they grow up watching movies,

they think this shit's cool.

Then one day, one of those kids

gets his hands on the real thing,

and in that moment, he realizes

that if he wanted to,

he can play God.

That he can decide

who gets to live

and who gets to die.

Why don't you raise the piece?

Here, like this.

Right there.

You shouldn't be scared. I'm the one that should be scared.

My life right now is in your hands.

Fucking Nick.

What part of your stupid, fucking delusional brain made you think that I

wouldn't find out that you were trying to fuck me and step out on your own?

- It wasn't about hurting you or lying to you, I swear to God... - I don't give a fuck.

- I'm sorry. - Just fucking pull the trigger.

Just get rid of me.

Just do it.

You can make a name for yourself.

You can embellish the story however you want to. Add to the legend.

You want to have me an empty pistol?

See if I got the balls to pull the trigger?

This way you'll see if I would really would kill you or not, huh?

[loud ringing]

I think we both know the kind of man that you really are.

Just took me a little while for it to actually sink in, you know?

So, I want you to hear what I say

really good, because it's the last thing that I'm ever going to tell you.

That stuff that you had going on at Vertex? That shit's done.

You're never setting foot in any one of my clubs ever again.

As for family?

You're not my fucking blood.

I don't want you to reach out to me.

Don't call, don't text. Don't send a goddamn fucking Christmas card.

I don't want to hear from you. I want you to disappear.

This place right here...

It's yours.

You better hope that it's the fucking gold mine that you think it is.

Because when you fail... and you will fail...

You're not going to be able to get a job anywhere.

You're not going to be doing oil changes like your dad.

And after you've exhausted all your resources,

all your options, all the people in your life

no blondie left to fuck you, no family

you're going to walk in your room,

take out that gun,

put it in your mouth,

and you're going to live out your last moment,

just like your mother did.

Please get the fuck out of my car.

Get the fuck out of my car.

Get the fuck out of my car. Get the fuck out of my car!

[cell phone ringing]

[voicemail beep]

He knows.

He fucking knows everything. He knew everything. We're dead.

Do you understand that? We're dead.

Everything you said, everything you sold me on, your bullshit coming from Avenue D.

It just cost us everything.

You fucking retard! You know what we're gonna do?

We're fucking dead!

We're fucking dead!

[Comedy emcee] One of the most disheartening things in the world,

You ever meet an Asian person and they don't have a weird accent?

And you're, like, totally thrown off by it.

You meet them and you're like, this guy's gonna sound like Master Splinter

from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

And then you shake his hand and he's like, Hello, I'm David. I study psychology.

Jesus! What?

And it's crazy.

Yeah, I got a list of all this stuff that pisses me off.

I could go on all night. We need to keep the ball rolling here, though.

Next up, we got a really hot girl, so she's probably not gonna to be that funny.

Everybody give it up for Tara Golden.

Hi...

[nervous laughter]

Babe, come here.

Don't. Let's go.

- Will you just fucking stop? - No! Let's go!

Tara, will you please just stop and wait for one second?

Unlock the door, Nick.

No! Just give me a fucking minute by myself, okay?

[crying]

[muffled cell phone ringing]

Come on. Come on, honey. Get out of the car.

Get out of the car.

- What the fuck, Nick? - Get out of the car. You gotta get back inside.

- What is going on? - Please, listen, I'm gonna explain this to you later.

You're not making fucking sense!

Just get back inside where it's safe.

Honey, please look at me.

- I love you... - What do you mean where it's fucking safe?

I'm gonna call you a taxi, okay?

I can just call an Uber, what is your fucking deal?

- Someone smashed the back end of the fucking car. - Let me see!

I got to get it towed to my guy.

- You gotta get back inside, honey... - What the fuck, Nick?

Please, just listen to me right now. Please.

Come on.

Flagg.

Oh, we got a big, big fucking problem.

[Flagg] No fucking shit. We got a big problem!

How the fuck do you know about Raymond?

[Flagg] Raymond? Dude, get your ass down the club, man!

Just want to think about that. Make sure we're picking the right person.

[stairs creaking]

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You better get your ass out of here.

I'll take care of this.

Raymond, too.

Is he still in the trunk?

Keys... Give me your keys.

Think it's best you get out of town for a few days.

You got somewhere to go?

Go.

Now.

You know what, Nick? I'm done.

Do you hear me? I'm done.

You get arrested and you don't even call me?

Lord fucking knows how you got out

because you just mysteriously show up at my comedy show

when I thought for sure you were locked up.

And what was that weird shit with the car, huh?

You left me here for hours worrying about you

after one of the worst fucking nights of my life.

And look at you.

You look like death.

Pack up your things.

We're going to stay with your parents for a while.

[Tara] What's going on?

[Nick] It's all just so different here.

Nick, come on.

You got to give me more than that.

What other girlfriend is going to put up with this?

I'm a bad guy, Tara.

My mother didn't die of cancer.

That's a lie I've told everybody.

For years.

Why would you lie about that?

One day, my Ma, she...

She was supposed to pick me up from school,

and she just never showed.

So after about an hour,

I gave up and I made the couple mile walk home...

But the door was locked.

So, I climbed through my window,

went to my bedroom and played video games until it got dark.

Finally...

When I walked into her bedroom...

My Ma, she was

on the floor.

Surrounded by a pool of blood.

And a handgun next to her body.

If my Mom loved me, Tara,

why would she do that?

If I wanted to kill you wouldn't be that hard to find.

How'd you find me?

Nick, I told you to get the hell out of dodge.

I did.

You drove fucking forty minutes down the road!

Is there somewhere we can talk?

Colichio...

His family can make all the fucking fuss they want,

they ain't going to find that body.

Give it to me straight, John.

What do I gotta do?

How far should I move? Move?

Move?

I need your ass back in Rochester.

I want you to run Vertex.

What would be your terms?

Partners.

You run the inventory, the events, everything.

I'll sit on the sidelines in the wings,

I'll sign off on everything.

What about Flagg?

That's your decision.

I don't know, John.

I mean, I was thinking about moving away.

You know, starting over. I think that's what I really need to do right now.

Don't be a fucking fool.

You'll be working in a fucking bum job for bum pay.

You'd be answering to some fat cocksucker who's gonna

tell you when to take your fucking bathroom break.

Come on, kid.

I'm giving you a fucking chance.

Do the right thing.

Are you fucking kidding me? Where are you going?

Get back to work.

- Fuckin' dishes need to be washed. - Get back to work?

- Yea. - Are you serious?

- Wash the fuckin' dishes. - No! No!

I'm not doing that while you guys are having fun all the fuckin' time! No!

You get to have fun too after you wash all the fuckin' dishes!

You know, dude, fuck this! Fuck this!

Fuck you!

- Un-fucking-believable. - Fuck you, dude!

I'm fuckin' out!

[Therapist] Have you talked to your father lately?

Not lately, nope.

Called and left a message, but

you know.

It's okay to take things at your own pace.

That's a lot to take in.

He said he was seeing someone.

Jim, I think he said.

He wants me to come by the house and meet him.

[scoffs]

Have you considered going?

Nope.

[Nick] High school,

junior year, before I dropped out...

We're at Alfieri's house, I dove out the fuckin' window,

ripped my goddamn pants, ran to EV, thinking the cops were coming, they never fucking came.

But I did have sex in his mother's bed that night.

That's fucking gross.

That's fucking gross! It's disrespectful!

I mean...

It was a nice bed.

- It was good times. - Okay, I have one better.

Okay.

My dad caught me hooking up with this guy in high school,

and he...

- He beat me like nobody's fucking business. - As he should have.

Hey!

Hey, I'm just saying, baby there's a reason that you turned out to be the sexy fuckin' young

woman that you are today.

Do you even know what your number is?

I thought you knew.

You were my first.

I swear to God, honey.

Swear to God.

Seriously though, I do.

You want to know what my number is?

Fuck no.

- Absolutely not. Not going down that road. - Why?

Because you can't unhear certain shit once you hear it.

- Know what I'm saying? - Oh, my God, okay.

Honey,

In my head, you've been with three fucking people at the most.

Me, myself and I.

I'll tell you if you want to know.

No, absolutely not.

Fuck that.

All right, know what, fuck it, you're gonna be to be the mother of my children someday.

Fuck.

- All right, give it to me. - Ready?

No, no.

All right. Yes, fuck it.

- Just say it. - Okay.

Come on!

Nine.

[Sigh of relief]

Thank fucking Christ.

- I want another shot. You want one? - Yes. Here.

You want that nasty shit? I got it.

Duh.

[Raymond] You know, you and Nick, ya'll cute together.

Welcome to the gang.

The fuck are you doing here?

Thought you fucking quit?

We're not friends no more?

It's exactly what it fucking means.

You never been cool with Flagg to begin with, so get the fuck out of here.

What's going on with you and Tara?

Something you want to ask me, Andrew?

No, just...

Maybe Donato's not the big man he thinks he is.

Yo, what the fuck this dude talking about?

Tell him.

Tell him why Tara's not showing her face around here today.

Your friend has to beat

the crap out of his girl to feel important.

But that's not the whole story, is it?

Go ahead, Nick.

Tell me why you beat the shit out of Tara.

Why the fuck did you make me do this?

Why the fuck did you make me do this?

[Andrew] No?

It's because she dated a black dude.

That's a pretty fucked up thing to say.

That's right.

Your friend here is a fucking racist.

You mean to tell me you dated a nasty fucking...

Stop fucking saying that!

[Nick] How could you fucking do this to me?

You're a fucking dog!

You're nothing!

You fucking bitch, fuck you!

At least my father is not a cock sucking faggot.

You son of a fucking...

Come on, motherfucker!

The kid's a fucking racist prick!

You're just gonna sit there?

Get the fuck out, you fucking loser.

I don't want to fucking see you. Get the fuck out of here.

Who the fuck are you to judge me?

Like you're some fucking hot shot?

Leave this town for two fucking seconds and you're a fucking nobody.

Do you remember how many people laughed when you got up on that stage?

It was embarrassing to watch you up there, trying to tell your fucking jokes.

'Cause, I got new for you, sweetheart,

at least I know where I fucking belong.

Do you know what, honey?

I don't need this

anymore.

[laughing]

Tara Golden, comedian.

Sit down, you fucking pussy.

[Tara] I didn't know who else to call.

[Nick] He wants to sit back and about me and Tara.

Let's talk about you and Joanna.

Oh!

He didn't think I found out about Mr. Two pump chump.

In two pumps? Damn.

[Nick] I'll tell you what, motherfucker.

How about a little fucking test, Andrew, huh?

I'm going to walk on that fucking dance floor

and I'm going to ride up on the love of your life,

the sexy, beautiful Miss Joanna.

If after one song.

I can seduce that nasty fucking bitch.

I'm going to take her out to your mother's car

and I'm gonna fuck the shit out of her in the backseat.

If she says, no,

I'll get on that fucking microphone

in front of the whole fucking club

and I'll announced to everyone that I'm a fake fucking pussy, lying, piece of shit.

And I'll walk out those fucking doors

and I'll never come back again.

All right.

All right.

[moaning]

- Stop. Stop. Just wait a minute. - What's wrong?

Hey, fuck face. Where's the rest of it?

That's all of it, John.

This is fucking Saturday night?

I said, that's all the fucking money, John.

You fucking don't seem to understand.

You're fucking done.

I'm done? Fuck you, I'm done. I don't got time for...

Sit.

You're fucking done.

What?

Because my numbers haven't been what they fuckin' were?

You know, what they call business, things go up and fuckin' down, John!

I think you'd fuckin' know that.

It's too late.

Too fuckin' late.

Never step a fuckin' foot in any of my clubs ever again.

I'm the motherfucker who made Vertex what it is. Me.

That club would be fucking nothing without me.

It was nothing before me.

And that's why you came back and you gave me that fucking job.

Let's not get that confused.

You're gonna to go through the rest of your fucking life believing all this shit.

Don't do this.

The White Party.

The fuckin' White Party is tonight!

It's the biggest event I do all fucking year long.

You know that it's the biggest moneymaker we got.

You give me tonight and I will fucking show you

why you gave me this job to begin with, John.

[John] You better.

'Cause I ain't fucking joking.

[Flagg] Here he is!

What'd I fucking tell you? What'd I fucking tell you?

You told me, dawg! We're doing this shit!

Fuck John! He's going to get rid of me? Fuck him. Look at this shit.

You fucking did this, B. You.

Did. This. Shit.

Look at that fucking club, son!

That shit that happened with Raymond, dawg? That's fucked up.

It's fucked up. Fuck that shit.

- I want you to get the fuck out there right now. - Get this money!

Let these motherfuckers know who we are.

You understand? This is our fucking time.

- I love you too! - Get the fuck out there and let them know.

- You already know, bro. - This is us, baby. - You already know.

Hurry up! Get the fuck out the way, son!

Yo, what the fuck did you do, son?

Andrew!

How the fuck could you do this to me, Andrew?

How the fuck could you do this to me?

Nick.

Nick.

Nick.

So that wasn't lying, huh?

What are you doing back in Rochester, Tara?

What?

This place makes you feel like you're in danger?

Can we go sit in my car and talk for a minute?

I tried to find you for a while, but it was really hard

after everything with Andrew and the club and,

and I heard you were in jail.

There were so many times I wanted to call you, but I remember

I remember what you said.

About staying away.

And I wanted to show you that I can learn from my mistakes. You know?

Tara.

You're the only woman I ever did that to and it's

Nick, just please shut up. Please.

Honestly, I debated for a year if I should even

have this conversation.

And I don't know the right way to say it. So.

I'm engaged.

Really?

That's your fucking mature way of handling this?

What, you want to fucking come down here and see me like this?

- No, Nick. No. - So tell me how fucking happy you are going to be some jerk

- offs fucking wife, like you were gonna be mine? - No. No.

Then what, Tara? Are you fucking kidding me?

I just thought that you should know that

he got a job in North Carolina and we're moving there.

Okay, I'm starting a life there with him.

Congratulations, Tara.

I really hope that you're fucking happy.

What do you want me to say?

You know what, Nick?

No, it's not about any of that, okay?

We're going there to start a life for my son.

Your son.

My son?

What the fuck do you mean, my son?

Tara, what are you talking about?

I realized

after I left you, that I was pregnant.

How could you not tell me this?

You know what, Nick?

I really don't owe you anything after what you did to me, okay?

But I realize that at some point,

he's going to have to know who his father is.

Can I see him?

- No, I don't think that's... - Tara, he's my son.

Not in this state, Nick. No.

Tara.

Tara, please, I'm begging you.

Please let me see my son.

[door opening]

The infamous Chris, huh?

Nick.

Good to meet you, man. How are you?

Take your bag off.

Where's Tara?

She's upstairs with the baby. We'll head up there in a sec if that's cool?

Yeah.

Probably had a hell of a day, huh?

Yeah, man.

I can imagine.

You want a water or something?

No, I'm fine.

You nervous?

No, I'm fucking fine.

I'm fine.

Yeah.

Good, man.

You want to go, then?

You're okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Hi, you. Hi, you, come here.

Hi, you, come here. You're okay.

Hi, you.

This is your son, Brexton.

Do you want to hold him?

I don't know how.

I'll show you.

[cooing]

[crying]

Hold up, man.

You got one of those for me?

I don't want to talk right now, okay?

Listen, man, before you go.

I had to sell Tara on something before you came here today,

and I'm glad I did, but I really think you need to check

this out.

It's a top care facility in North Carolina.

Where we're moving.

Listen, man, I'm not trying to judge you,

but I care for you, son.

And I can tell that you care, too.

And it's his life is going to be better

by having his real father in the picture then I want that.

I think you should do.

You're a good guy, Chris.

So what do you say? You'll do it?

Are you saying that you're offering to pay

- for me to go into treatment? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I didn't say we could do that.

But the thing is, if you want to be in his life,

you're going to need to be clean and sober.

What if I say no?

Then you're never going to see your son again.

That's the God's honest truth.

All right?

Sleep on it. It was great to meet you.

Dad!

I'm gonna be a grandfather.

Wow.

Look, Nicky.

I know I wasn't the best father to you.

I know that.

But I did the best I knew how.

At least for a little while.

And then it got,

so hard

after your Mom

after she died, you know?

I just hope you can be

the father that I never was to you, to your son.

Here.

Keys to your mom's car.

I want you to go to North Carolina.

I wish to go there. And I want you to be with your boy.

I want to be happy, son.

I love you, Nicky.

I love you so much.

Dad!

Can we talk?

Please?

Stay the fuck away from me.

I'm still your son, Dad! I love you!

I don't have a fucking son.

I need your help. Please.

Why won't you help me?

I need your help. Dad, please.

How am I ever supposed to be a man, when you're all I've ever had to learn from?

Huh?

You can do this.

You can put together a plan to get the money.

Fuck that.

I need it now.

If you do what you're thinking about doing, you're going to get caught.

Then you'll really never see your son again.

Why? So I can confirm what she already thinks of me?

I'm just a fucking junkie?

That's not true.

You know it is.

There's no fucking way I'm gonna let that douche bag, Chris, raise my fucking son.

What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

Talk to Tara.

You need help and she can help you.

Oh, my God, Colichio.

Colichio.

He told me...

He told me he kept a hidden stash

in the guitar room

in case he ever had to go on the run.

Oh, my God.

I bet it's still there.

I know it's still there.

I won't even have to break in.

They always leave the door unlocked.

They always leave the door unlocked.

What's he gonna do, huh?

What's he gonna fucking do now?

I fucking killed him.

It's what I have to do.

It's what I have to do. It's what I have to do.

It's what I'm gonna do.

[mumbling incoherently]

[Nick] Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

[Man] Nick?

[heavy breathing]

[Nick] Brexton!

Mom.

Come on, kid.

I'm giving you a fucking chance.

Do the right thing.

We're going back, aren't we?

- I have to. - No.

No.

Nick.

You don't.

Tara, you told me that you would go anywhere with me.

And I mean it.

But I need to know why.

It's all I know.

Honey, this is who I am.

I love you.

And I love this place, but, babe,

seriously, how long can we pretend

that we would fucking be happy here?

I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.

See your full potential.

Raymond, Andrew and I, we used to have this thing,

this motto, we would say at the beginning of every night.

It was what we fuckin' lived by.

Drink like a fish.

Fuck like a dog.

Run shit like a lion.

But the question is,

do you still want to be the lion?

Fuck yes, I do.