Original subtitles

You still mad about the winter ball thing?

Guess so!

JANAY: Are the comments disabled?

-Yes -Why?

Yo, Honeybear! This is Ash! Yo, good news, she is gay!

It's okay, she's just shy.

-Why would you lie? -Yes, I lied, okay? Fuck.

Some girl wants to destroy me, and she's just using this

"Me Too" shit because she knows it'll work.

Maybe I can do something. What's her name?

Maybe you and I should shoot some clips one of these days.

Yeah.

HONEYBEAR: I have something to confess. I liked the girl.

Wow! I fuckin' knew it, bro.

(LAUGHING)

[bright tone]

- Why are y'all not eating any pancakes?

Come on. - I've got a French fry.

- Dip a pancake in the ketchup.

You gotta eat the pancakes. - You eat them.

- You eat the pancakes. - I'm gonna get constipated.

Diners always got the longest menus.

Have you noticed that? - Dinosaurs?

- Diners. - Oh.

- [laughs]

Dinosaurs got some long-ass menus, bro.

- Dinosaurs do have menus.

- They do? both: Where?

- On the dinosaur train. - Oh, my God.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

She's stoned.

- What are you--

- Fuck, bro!

It's Janay's birthday today, and I forgot again.

- So what are you gonna do?

- I don't know.

I don't really have money for anything fancy,

so I thought I'd just gift her with my presence.

- No, no, no, no, no.

You should do something special.

- Um...

maybe I can give her one of your weed pens?

Could I have one?

- Yeah, sure.

Yo.

Guys, where'd I leave my pens?

- Did you take 'em from the park when we left?

- Shit!

Okay, I have to go back and look for them.

- I'm gonna--I'm gonna go with her.

- Oh, no, it's okay. I got the tab.

- For real? - Yeah, I got it.

- Thank you.

- Thanks. - Bye.

Bye.

- Hey, you!

You can't smoke here!

What's wrong with you? - I'm--I'm sorry.

I'm from Ohio.

I don't know the rules out here.

- Put it out!

- Okay, I'll go outside and I'll put it out.

- ♪ It's hypnotism ♪

♪ When you look at me with those eyes ♪

♪ Got me [unintelligible] ♪

♪ I'm drunk on love ♪

♪ High on [unintelligible] ♪

♪ And I'm through ♪

♪ I'm addicted ♪

♪ Waiting for your touch ♪

♪ Conflicted ♪

♪ Don't know if it's too much ♪

♪ My body can't handle this dosage ♪

♪ I'm overdosing ♪

♪ I'm scared of the fall ♪

♪ I can't seem to love enough ♪

♪ Surely fall ♪

♪ With you, I'd just be surviving ♪

♪ I'm high on you ♪

♪ Now I'm sober ♪

♪ And I'm through ♪

- Like, got it shot up or took hash or some shit.

- Yeah, for real.

- Smoking, you pass out before you die.

That's why alcohol--

all the other shit's way more dangerous.

But this shit? Look.

How much you think that is? - Well--

- How smacked are we right now? Smacked.

So you don't need that many. - Those are my pens.

- What? - Look.

These could very well be your pens.

We found them on the ground.

- Exactly, they're fucking mine!

- Okay, hold up. I wasn't done.

- Well, I know they're not your pens.

both: How do you know that? - That makes no sense at all.

- Because you just fucking said that!

- We're smoking right now.

- If you knew that they were your pens,

you wouldn't be having this conversation with me right now.

- Yo, why the fuck are you trying

to, like, ruin my life right now?

- You're right.

- You're upsetting me, and it sucks.

- Listen, y'all.

It's not me you have to worry about, okay?

- Oh, yeah. I'm not worried about you.

- I don't wanna have to call my plug

and tell him to come here and fuck y'all up, you heard?

- Yeah, he's no joke. - Oh, your plug?

- Yeah? - Oh, really?

- Just give me what you have left and we're cool.

- Or what? - Cool?

- What are you gonna do? - Call my shit.

- Give me the fucking pens.

- All right, all right, all right.

I'm not trying to get into any trouble.

I don't wanna get beat up or anything.

- She's not gonna beat you up. - So here you go.

- Come on. - I'm so sorry.

- You owe me $50 for each of these fucking pens.

Give me that.

- You should owe us 50 for each we just gave back.

One more, one more. - Fuck y'all!

- Fuck you!

What?

- [groans]

- Damn!

- Here.

Might as well.

Fucked anyways.

- Is your plug really scary?

- It's fucking Farouk.

- Oh.

- What if, like, old people get slower as they get older,

so instead of slow motion, it's old motion?

So they'd be like...

[slowly] "Oh, shit,"

'cause it's in slow motion,

and it'd just be mad--

- Oh, sh--shit!

- What?

Fucking heart attack.

Oh.

- What do I do?

- Go say hi.

- So I'll just be like, "Hey, hello, what's good?"

- That's exactly what you're supposed to do.

All right, just--just-- first of all,

be your charming Honeybear self.

Like, smile, but not too much. You'll seem desperate.

And she's a regular person.

You're talking to a regular human being.

Confidence. You have it.

You got this.

- I don't know. - She's coming.

- Okay. - You got it.

- So you're coming with me, right?

- No, I have to handle this Farouk thing.

I'll--I promise, I'll holl-- I'll hit you up later.

- What? - Check your phone.

I'll hit you up later.

She loves you. She already loves you.

She does. - [sighs]

[chill music playing]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- Shut up!

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Happy birthday!

- Bro, who's Tyler?

- Some nerd with one less balloon.

Happy birthday, bitch.

What are you trying to do today?

- I'm gonna get my nails done. You wanna come?

- Yeah, let's go, Tyler.

[Sheck Wes' "Mo Bamba" playing through earbuds]

♪ ♪

- Kay, total is $7.70--

- ♪ Dope ♪

- Huh!

- ♪ I be ballin' ♪

♪ Like a motherfuckin' pro ♪

- Like a motherfuckin' pro!

- ♪ I be ballin' ♪

♪ Like my nigga Mo ♪

- Bamba!

Bamba!

- ♪ Sheck Wes ♪

♪ Got so many flows ♪

♪ I do it all ♪

[faint hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

- Yo, please keep my ring,

middle, and index fingers short.

Please. Please.

- You're hilarious.

- What, I gotta keep my working fingers short, bruh.

♪ ♪

That eye roll was kind of homophobic.

- Girl, I gay too.

- Oh, shit, my bad.

- Mm-hmm.

- That's valid, though.

♪ ♪

- Hi, how are--

[scanner beeping]

Hey. - Hey.

- Uh, listen, I--

I didn't mean anything fucked up going--

like, when I went into Winter Bowl the other day.

Like, I had plans with the other guys,

Philip and them, and--

[sighs]

But I can see why you guys were upset,

and I feel bad,

so I'm sorry.

- There's no "you guys." It's just me.

We're good. We don't have beef.

- Okay. Huh.

It's gonna be $38.33.

- Um... I actually don't want that.

I just want the water.

- Okay.

Wait--uh, just the water bottle?

- Yeah.

- All right, you can have it. Just--it's on me.

- Thanks.

♪ ♪

- Could you bring it a little closer?

- Damn, you got Internet addiction

like a motherfucker, yo.

- I'm just checking something.

♪ ♪

Thanks.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

Hey, let's get bubble tea after this.

- Yeah.

Hey, girl, can I buy you a bubble tea?

- No.

[upbeat techno music playing]

♪ ♪

- Yo, Janay, they got that lychee jelly shit, bro,

and that pudding stuff.

Oh, my God. I love bubble tea.

What flavor are you gonna get?

Yo, hello? What flavor are you gonna get?

- Yo, actually, I'm good on boba.

Let's just go to Knickerbocker.

- What are you talking about? We just got here.

Yo, you've been acting mad sketchy today, bro.

All you've been doing is looking at your phone

like it has answers on it or something.

- Look, this girl Yvette Torrio has been talking shit,

and I'm trying to find her.

- What?

Some bitch has been talking shit about you?

- Yes. - On your birthday?

Oh, hell no, bro.

I'm not with that shit.

Let's go get that bitch.

Fuck out of here.

But wait, hold on, let me just get a bubble tea really fast.

I like mango.

- Yo, let's get it again.

- The fuck do you mean "again," bro?

I wanna skate a rail.

I'm so tired of this.

I feel like I'm wasting my time.

- Bro, not everything has to be a banger.

How many times do I have to tell you this?

Hey-yo, Camille-toe!

Let's get a clip.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- [screams] Yes!

Whoa.

Oh, my G-- you're good at this.

- [laughs] - You're good at, like...

the camera.

Cameraman or something.

- Oh! - Whoo-hoo!

♪ ♪

- Yo, I see your Full Cab!

That shit was fire! - Can you do that?

- That shit was fire.

♪ ♪

- Oh! - Ay!

Okay.

♪ ♪

See, bro? She's just getting clips, bro.

That'll do it.

- Whoo! - Yeah!

♪ ♪

- Yeah! - Yeah.

- Whoo-hoo! - Sick.

- [laughs] - Yo!

- Yes. - Yo, Charlie!

- Yo, that shit was sick, dude.

- Thanks. - Wow, look at you!

In the video already.

- Sorry, dude.

Cute girls get more views. Don't you know that?

- Hold up one sec.

Yo, Camille.

Come here for a sec.

♪ ♪

Yo, you know I'm not shooting you

because I think you're cute.

- Oh. Yeah, no, I know that.

I was just joking.

I was just completely kidding around.

- You know why I film you?

Because I think you're good.

If those idiots feel threatened by that, then let them.

Let's get some more stuff.

[thumping bass music playing]

- Hi, Honeybear. - Hey.

- Honeybear's here.

- Yeah, I texted her.

If shit's going down, we need backup.

- I thought it was her birthday.

- It is.

- Well, happy birthday. I hope it's lit.

- Oh, yeah, thanks.

- Janay, how old are you again?

- You're supposed to know that.

- [mumbling indistinctly] I don't--

- Is that Indigo?

- Hey, guys. Have you seen Farouk?

- Why, are you guys smashing?

- Ew!

No, he's, like, my fucking uncle.

But I owe him a lot of money, so if you see him, like,

you haven't seen me, okay?

- Okay, okay. We're about to mob, yo.

We need to get out of here. We need to go.

♪ ♪

- That didn't explain anything.

I thought it was her birthday.

- It is. - Aren't we going to celebrate?

- ♪ Top down ♪

♪ Rolling ♪

♪ Rolling with the top down ♪

♪ With my niggas and your bitch ♪

♪ Rolling with the top down ♪

♪ See me rolling with the top down ♪

♪ With my niggas and your bitch ♪

♪ You ain't got no idea ♪

♪ Guess I gotta teach ya ♪

♪ Top down through the streets, yeah ♪

♪ You think she ain't on a leash, yeah ♪

♪ Baby, you know what it is ♪

♪ Know you a sleeper ♪

♪ But you know they love a creeper ♪

♪ Don't be shy with your features ♪

♪ Top down ♪

♪ Rolling with the top down ♪

♪ With my niggas and your bitch ♪

♪ Rolling with the top down ♪

♪ See me rolling with the top down ♪

♪ With my niggas and your bitch ♪

♪ Rolling with the top down ♪

♪ Rolling ♪

♪ Rolling with the top down ♪

♪ Tell your man he better pipe down ♪

♪ See me rolling with the top down ♪

- Yeah.

- ♪ Girl, you a fool ♪

♪ Lick it up like a dog ♪

[panting]

♪ Ridin' in my coupe ♪

- Top down, vroom.

- ♪ I'ma take you back to the shore ♪

♪ Livin' how I do ♪

♪ Never let the scene choose you ♪

♪ Never met a mans this cool ♪

♪ Couple screws loose ♪

♪ Fuck it 'cause it match my cool ♪

♪ Fuck it 'cause it match my cool ♪

♪ Trippin' like a fool ♪

♪ Never let the scene choose you ♪

♪ Never met a mans this cool ♪

♪ Couple screws loose ♪

♪ Fuck it 'cause it match my cool ♪

♪ Fuck it 'cause it match my cool ♪

♪ Top down ♪

- Yeah.

- What?

What?

- Nothing, I'm just looking at your pants.

I like 'em. I like, like, the--

I like the whole style. It's good.

- Oh. Oh, well, thank you.

I--you know, I'm really into, like, that tuxedo look, and--

- Yeah. - You know.

Okay, do you wanna know who my style icon is?

- Who?

- But you can't laugh.

You can't laugh.

Say you're not gonna-- - I won't--I won't--

- All right, it's Charlie Chaplin.

- [laughs]

- Okay.

- You know his, like, signature thing, right?

- Mm...

- Like, what makes Charlie Chaplin

Charlie Chaplin?

You tell me.

- Hmm.

You mean his walk?

He does, like, that-- - Yeah.

- Yeah, I know--yeah, it's cool, right?

- Go ahead, do it.

- No, I'm not gonna do the walk.

- He's your style icon. You have to do the walk.

- Yeah, but that doesn't mean I know how to do the walk.

- Dude, it's not that hard.

You've seen, like, a million of his movies, right?

So do the f-- - No.

- It's with the heels and the-- - But it's weird.

- Here, it's like this.

- No--oh, my--

I don't know you. [groans]

- And he'd, like, walk into a room--

- No, stop!

- And he'd, like, say hi to everybody.

- No, no!

- No one's watching.

[dreamy synth music]

♪ ♪

- When did that happen in the park anyways?

- Yo, you did a good job today, though.

You skated all day and you kept up.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- Yo, Indigo! Get over here.

- Yo, what you doing, bro?

What you gonna do? - I gotta talk to you.

- You gonna go murder her

and have her end up in the East River?

- What the hell, man? You think I'm gonna murder her?

- Yeah. - Chill out, buddy.

Come on, take a hike. I wanna talk to her.

- Okay, whatever, whatever.

- What's up?

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Of course he didn't do it!

- How do you know that?

- I talked to him.

I've literally known him for, like, forever,

and I'm telling you there's no way.

Like, I dated him, for Christ's sakes.

Wouldn't you think that I'd know?

- Look, look, I'ma smash two, I'ma trout mouth,

I'ma take another one, and I'ma give one to my girl.

- You didn't come here with no girl.

- I didn't come with a girl, but she leaving with me.

- Aw! - Shit!

[all cheering him on]

- Somebody leaving with me, man.

- Someone. [laughs]

- You're not gonna touch. You're just looking, son.

[laughter]

- Anyways, this girl seems exactly like the type

to lie on a motherfucker's dick just for attention.

She's that type. - What type is that?

- Like, straight thot.

Like, has her titties all on Instagram

and shit like that shit-- no!

- I want another margarita, so you buying it.

- No, then you buying it. - You buying it!

- You buying it. - Do they take EBT?

- Apparently they do. - All right, so let's go.

- Yeah, let's go. Let's go.

- Yours are more of a political statement,

you know?

Yours are, like, artistic, you know?

You have, like, stickers and colors, and...

hers are just too big to be out.

Look, it doesn't matter anyways.

I'm just trying to talk to her. That's it.

- Ooh. I feel Pisces energy.

- No, that's, like, the opposite.

- My ex was a Pisces.

- Okay. - The worst.

- It was bad? - Bad.

- Keep guessing.

- No, just been trying to, like,

cut down on the weed a little bit.

Like--I don't know, I've just been, like,

incorporating other herbs.

I got, um...

- Listen, listen, I told you, when I'm with the ladies,

you gotta let me just be me.

- Bro, but what about me?

- I'm not a team player, man. I'm sorry to tell you that.

- Damn, you should win your shot solo.

That's foul. A'ight.

Nah, I see you, I see you.

- It's a herb, but it makes you dream,

like, very vividly.

Like, you feel present in your own dreams.

Like, you can kinda-- you know, like, lucid dreaming?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

It's like you can just lucid dream.

Like, anything you want.

- Dude, just chill out. Relax.

- I'ma tell Luis about this, bro.

I'ma tell Luis about this. - I don't even know Luis.

We out, baby, come on. - Yes, you do. What you--

- Maybe we can just crush up some oregano

and, like, put it in the oil

and then just inject it back into the cartridges,

like, make it stretch over a few pens--

- No, that's not gonna work.

Oregano's got, like, a seriously distinct flavor.

You think people are trying to smoke pizza?

Look, I know you're my homey,

and I know you think I run this ship,

but I don't.

I get my shit from Karl.

We gotta worry about Karl.

- Who the fuck is Karl?

- You don't know who Karl is?

Fucking Karl?

Karl. Karl, hello?

- Stop saying "Karl"!

Maybe we can just, like, talk to him or something.

- There's no talking to Karl.

You know that story about the guy

who owed the drug dealer money but instead of killing him,

he Super-Soaked him with a thousand hits of acid?

That's Karl, man.

- Karl did that much acid?

- No, Karl was the one with the Super Soaker.

The other guy went insane.

The first couple days were awesome,

but after that?

Karl does twisted shit like that, man.

He's like the fucking booger man.

- Bogeyman?

- Bogey?

That doesn't sound right.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Where the fuck are you going?

- The fuck you think I'm going?

To get your money.

- Yo, the door!

Oh!

- I saw this car the other day,

and it looked like you.

- [laughs] What?

- Yeah, have you ever seen a car

and it looked like a person?

Or, like--I don't know.

Yeah, like, so the lights are the eyes

and the mouth is the hood

or the thing bel--the engi-- the thing on the bottom.

Like, it's, like--

it looked like you.

[laughs]

- What kind of car was it?

- It was a Nissan Cube.

- What? [both laugh]

What?

- You guys got the same eyes, I'm telling you.

- Come on.

- And the jawline.

- Oh, my God. That's so weird.

[both laugh]

Yo, I'm actually just gonna go up

and shower really quick.

- Okay.

- Meet me at the Dome in, like, an hour?

- No, I don't have an ID.

- Whatever, it's the Dome. It doesn't matter.

I'll see you there.

- All right, see you.

- Bye, Camille.

[laughter] [indistinct chatter]

- I'm not giving you $3,000.

You already get an allowance.

- Mom, I need it.

- I earned it.

- I'm serious. I'm desperate.

- Okay, so you were desperate when you needed Prada boots,

you were desperate when you needed Burning Man tickets,

and now you're desperate again.

I'm kind of--

- It's not for any of those things.

- Well, what's it for this time, honey?

- It's a drug debt.

- [laughs]

Okay, that is a new one.

No, honey, no. No.

We have talked and talked

and talked and talked about this.

Your allowance is 350 a week, no more,

so if you have a drug debt, then you need to get a job.

- But, Mom!

- I am not gonna be late for dinner with Faizon, so...

there's curry in the fridge. - [sighs]

Fucking curry.

[ambient hip-hop music]

Fun.

Curry.

I love curry.

- And that is

what we are gonna go with.

- Faizon's not even cute.

♪ ♪

[dance music playing]

♪ ♪

- [whispering] Why don't you go talk to her?

Go ask Camille.

- Camille, pretend you're my friend and--

- Oh, hey, Honeybear.

- Pretend you're my friend and introduce yourself.

- Yeah, I'm not good at this kind of--

- Introduce yourself.

- Hi, I'm Camille.

- I'm Ash.

- Nice to meet you.

This is my friend Honeybear.

- Hey. - She's...

like, she's really cool

and, um...

♪ ♪

Mm.

Oh, I--I gotta go to the bathroom.

♪ ♪

- Um, yeah, I'm Ash.

I think I saw you earlier.

♪ ♪

- No.

- I'm pretty sure--

well, you looked like you were gonna say hey,

but then you didn't,

then you kind of just skated by me.

- No, that wasn't me.

- I'm pretty-- I'm pretty sure it was.

Okay.

What about the other day when that girl yelled my name

and my sexual orientation at you?

- Yeah, that was me.

- [laughs] That was you, right?

- Yeah. - I recognized you.

- Bathroom's this way.

- [laughs]

Um, are you gonna chill here for a while?

- Yeah.

- Do you wanna, like, get a drink or something?

- Yeah, let's-- let's go do that.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

- Yo.

Me and you need to talk.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Donald's friend? - Who the fuck is Donald?

- Oh, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about,

like you didn't say he was creeping on you

at the party last week.

- Bitch, I was in fucking Barbados last week.

- What are you talking about?

- Do you think I'm Yvette?

That's my fucking twin, bitch.

- Twin--what?

- Yvette!

This bitch who freaked on you? - Oh, fuck no.

- She's trying to pop the fuck off right now.

- Yo, what the fuck are you doing here?

You following me? - No.

You need to watch your mouth.

- Your boy needs to watch his fucking hands, okay?

- What you need to watch are your hands,

and you need to stop talking shit.

No, I'm not. [both shouting at once]

- What the fuck is your problem?

- Weren't you in Barbados? Go back to Barbados, bitch!

- Yes, and you know what? You can go to Barbados.

- Dude, we--listen, you're goofy as fuck.

You need to go back--

- Bitch, get the fuck out of my face.

both: Get your hands-- - Out of her face!

- What, are you guys in sync and shit?

No one's talking to you.

This has nothing to do with you.

- Don't talk to my fucking sister like that.

- All right, I'm talking to you, then.

- Oh, shit. I gotta go.

- Hold on. Can I see your board?

One sec.

- My girl's, like-- I need to back her up.

I need to back up my girl Janay.

- Just one second.

No board slides till you call me.

- All right. Bye.

- Bye.

[both shouting at once]

- Are you doing this for attention?

You look crazy. - You look fucking crazy.

- Listen, you're the one who's fucking crazy.

- Go the fuck home.

- Look, I'm just trying to figure out a way

to squash this shit, okay?

- This isn't squashing shit.

- Y'all ain't gonna shoot the hands?

- No one's fucking-- - Boring!

- Yo, back the fuck up. What you doing?

- Chill out! - What?

- Grab her tit. - What?

- Yo, shit. - What the fuck you just say?

- Calm the fuck down, little girl.

- Get the fuck up off me!

[crowd jeering and cheering]

[glass shatters] all: Oh!

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Get out of here! - [grunts]

[sirens wailing]

[crowd clamoring]

- We gotta go! Let's go!

- I can't.

You know what happens when we run from the cops.

- Hey, hey! - They didn't do anything!

- Freeze. - Don't worry.

They didn't do anything. - Up against the wall.

- Hey! - Hands behind your back.

- Damn.

- This is the worst birthday ever.

- Oh, it's your birthday?

No way. Happy birthday.

[Twista's "Birthday"]

- ♪ Birthday ♪

♪ Birthday ♪

- ♪ Somebody in here, it's your birthday ♪

- ♪ It's your birthday ♪

- ♪ Somebody in here, it's your birthday ♪

- ♪ It's your birthday ♪

- ♪ Somebody in here, it's your birthday ♪

- ♪ It's your birthday ♪

- ♪ Everybody move like it's your birthday ♪

- Come on! - ♪ Birthday? ♪

♪ Mama, dance on your birthday ♪

♪ Mama, go on, break it down on your birthday ♪

♪ Birthday? ♪ - ♪ Birthday ♪

- ♪ Birthday? ♪ - ♪ Birthday ♪

- ♪ Birthday? ♪ - ♪ Birthday ♪

- ♪ Birthday? ♪ - ♪ Birthday ♪

- ♪ Celebrate, girl, nobody can compare with ya ♪

♪ Birthday in January so she a Aquarius ♪

♪ They say the pussy got miles like Darius ♪

♪ But she look better than most chicks in her area ♪

♪ Shawty don't want a lame, she only like Gs ♪

♪ Only fucking with the thugs in the white Ts ♪

♪ Birthday February, sign Pisces ♪

♪ Into nouveau with Long Island iced teas ♪

♪ Then right after January and February ♪

♪ Was a girl who was a Aries who always be smoking berry ♪

♪ Hairstyle short, but her stuff's so hairy ♪

♪ Ass so fat, earrings canary ♪

♪ Now break it down with your friends ♪

♪ You a Taurus ♪

♪ I heard you just flipped to a Benz from a Taurus ♪

♪ ♪

[bright tone]

What do you wanna say to the camera?

I'm on this date right now, and, uh,

I'm trying not to screw it up.

♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

CAMILLE: Janay, why'd you have to start shit with that girl?

I didn't start shit.

Can you shut up please? I'm trying to sleep.

-Hey Farouk. -FAROUK: My money's past due.

-It's only been like a day. -What do you think this is,

a 30-year fixed mortgage?

JANAY: Look, I just need to talk to your sister.

We've seen how you talk.

-What else was I supposed to do? -Not get us arrested,

and then bounce.

Camille, I'm so sorry.

You got 48 hours. I can't protect you anymore.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪