Original subtitles

(soft music) (glass shatters)

(low undulating electronic music)

(plane roars overhead) (birds chirp)

(traffic hums in distance) (water laps)

(boat rumbles)

(tools rumble and buzz)

(elevator hums) (hammer bangs)

(traffic whooshes)

(bridge rumbles and clatters)

(electric wires hum and buzz)

(AC units buzz and hum)

(bright cheery ice cream truck music)

(bugs chitter) (tarp rustles)

(cat meows)

(traffic rumbles)

(door creaks and rattles open)

- Got my boy the little old fashioned Wall Street look here.

- [Rafa] Hey, (speaks in Spanish)!

(Quique speaks in Spanish)

Woo! Go take on the world now, son.

- I'm liking that swoop. - He's all yours now.

- You look great. How much is that?

- 15. - 15, okay.

(coins clatter)

I'm so sorry, I-

(Quique speaks in Spanish)

- This one's on the house.

- Oh, thank you, thank you so much. Thank him.

- Ah, there you go little man.

- Thank you. Thank you. - You're welcome.

- You have a good day. - Thank you.

Thank you so much.

(traffic hums outside)

- Quique, (speaks in Spanish),

you know we can't be giving away the shop

like that the way things are going right now.

- Come on, Raf. What else am I gonna do?

(speaks in Spanish)

- [Rafa] Yo. What's Jorge he doing out there?

- He's probably looking for his brain.

- (laughs) Rafa, Quique, what's popping?

- Yo.

- Oh, we'll do it again. - Oh!

(Rafa speaks in Spanish) (men laugh)

- Jorge, man. How you feeling?

You recovering from that Cuz knockdown yesterday?

- Yeah, that was nothing.

That was just Cuz playing around, man.

- Yo, you gotta be careful with that.

You know Cuz don't play right.

Yo, how's your grandmas doing?

- So yeah,

things ain't going so great for me and her right now,

so I was wondering if you guys could use another set

of hands around here, you know? (laughs)

- You know your way around a mopping a broom?

- See, I was thinking more like a greeter type situation,

you know, like- - Oh yeah?

Yo, you think this is one of them big box stores

or something? - Hey, Jorge,

how if I give you 20 for the hat

and we can see about the rest later?

- Ah Quique, I just got this.

Nu-uh. - Yo, Jorge.

When's the last time you had 20 cents in your pocket?

And how could you afford a bomb ass hat like that anyway?

- Man, I found it in the street outside the court. (laughs)

- 25, final offer.

- Damn, Quique, what, are you thirsty for this hat?

- Nah, primo. I think this belongs to one of our customers.

Good for business.

(Jorge laughs)

- Yo, put that shit away. - 'Sup, ladies?

Damn, full house as usual, I see.

Need to open up a franchise or some shit.

- Oh yo, yo. - What you doing

with that, man? - Come on.

- Hey yo, Fugly Bugly. What up?

Passing the hat around

to feed your old witch grandmas again?

Yo, little bitch, you wanna make some real money?

Need to get your back to working for Cuz again.

You know what? We'll talk real business later.

What the fuck?

Kid'll look at these fucking homo clowns,

thinking they gonna act just however they wanna act.

(laughs) Fucking news flash, bitches.

The world don't work like that.

And this pride bullshit? Proud of what?

(Quique speaks in Spanish)

- So why would you or anyone else give a rat's ass

about who our customers are fucking, huh?

- Customers? (scoffs)

Come on, man! - Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa, yo, yo! - Come on!

(Q speaks in Spanish)

- Yo, what the fuck you say?

(Q speaks in Spanish)

- All right, all right, peoples,

let's take this smoke break outside.

Come on. - Out.

- [Rafa] Don't be standing in front of the store either.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wouldn't wanna get in the way of your customers.

Out, out, out, out, out. - Shit.

Fucking bullshit, (speaks in Spanish).

I'll be back, Quiq.

(Rafa Cuz and Jorge chatter indistinctly)

(ball thuds) (children play and shout)

- [Rafa] Make it in, make it in, make it in, Cuz!

- [Quique] Come on. Got this.

Woo! - Fuck. Come on Quiq!

What's going on, Papi? Come on.

Yo, pretty boy, stop playing with your tits

and get back up in it, girly!

Yo, I'm talking to you!

- Come on Quiq, I'm ready. - I'm open, I'm open!

- Man, get the fuck out the way!

- Come on, man! - Damn!

What the fuck, man? We on the same team!

- Damn, yo, I'm sorry, Cuz!

- Sorry don't mean shit! - Man, you okay, Papa?

- I think my legs cramped up. - Man, come on. Lay back.

This hurt? - Ah!

- Come on, man. Get the fuck up, bitch.

- Yo, why you always dogging him?

He the only one around here that even like you!

- [Cuz] Yo, it ain't even my fault

if your girlfriend ain't got no skills.

- [Rafa] Yo, I thought we were supposed

to be playing a game here.

- [Cuz] Yeah, I thought I told y'all.

Cuz don't play, Cuz wins.

- Why you tell Cuz some punk ass bullshit?

Yo, can't we just get back to the game? Por favor.

- Yo, I got a game for you.

It's called turn these fucking balls!

- Yo, what the fuck, yo!

Man, that ain't even your ball!

- Lads!

(laughs) I mean yo! Might this be yours?

- Over here, Pa. I got you.

- Yo, toss it back, bitch!

- Very well then.

(bag thuds)

(kick lands) (ball thuds)

(ball thuds)

- [Cuz] Fuck!

- Cheers.

(suitcase rolls)

- [Rafa] Man, you really know how to make friends,

don't ya, son?

- [Cuz] Cuz ain't got no friends, just soldiers in the game.

(soft ethereal music)

(truck revs past)

(water sprays)

(birds chirp) (boat rumbles)

(hair dryer whirs)

(door rattles shut)

(bugs chitter) (footsteps crunch)

(train horn blares in distance)

(fence rattles) (footsteps crunch)

(truck rumbles past) (traffic hums)

(bugs chitter) (footsteps crunch)

(railroad bell dings in distance)

(footsteps thud)

(alarm chirps in distance) (sirens wail)

(door clicks shut)

("Just a Little Closer")

(thunder cracks) (knock taps)

- [Nieves] Quique, what are you doing in there?

Dinner's ready! - What the fuck?

Get the hell outta here, Nieves!

Can I get some privacy up in here, peoples?

- [Nieves] Why?

So you can be alone with your hand down your pants?

(Quique speaks in Spanish)

- Hope you're using lotion. - Shut up.

(traffic hums in distance)

(dump truck rumbles) ("Be Quiet")

- Ah, thanks, mate. Name's Kevin, by the way.

- 'Sup? - I was wondering,

seeing as I'm a bartender meself

with a ton of experience under me belt,

if you might need an extra hand around here

or know anyone that does. - Sorry, bro.

I got enough people trying to nab my shifts

and my own rent to worry about.

Thanks for playing though.

(cash register dings) (Shelly sighs)

- Oh my God, I'm so bored. - I am so fucking bored.

(friend snores)

- Let's get un-bored. - Okay.

- So who are you fucking?

- Oh my God. Hello? Like who am I not fucking?

So who are you fucking? - Good question.

Ew. Him, black shirt, end of the bar.

- Oh my god, you guys are so fucking.

- (laughs) I know.

(cash register dings) ("Hey Mercy")

So my friend over there thinks you should buy me a drink,

and, quite frankly, I agree.

- Well fancy that.

Not even a hi, hello, or who the hell are ya?

Sorry, lovely, not tonight. Blame it on the economy.

Besides, far better drinker than I am talker.

- Well that's a bummer, especially with an accent like that.

I'm Shelly. - Kevin.

- Two shots of Patron, please.

Don't worry babe. It's on me.

(phone clicks) ("Room 2")

(phone chimes)

(phone chimes) (phone clicks)

(phone chimes and beeps)

(bus hums and whines)

(doors hiss open)

(doors hiss shut)

(footsteps shuffle)

(doorbell rings melodically)

(doorbell rings melodically) (dog barks in distance)

(door creaks open)

(woman speaks in Spanish) (Quique speaks in Spanish)

- I'm so sorry, miss.

(doors slam) (phone chimes)

Fuck.

- I leave you alone for two minutes

and you're already going through all my things.

- I love it. - (gasps) My fave.

Mm, well selected, sir.

("Quicksand")

(laughs) Oh yeah.

So out of booze in the kitchen, but do not worry.

I keep a secret stash. - Wonderful.

- My roommate, God bless him. Total alcoholic.

Will you do the honors? - Absolutely.

- I don't have any cups,

so I guess it's bottle service only tonight.

- That sounds expensive. - You can start a tab.

- After you.

(Shelly laughs and moans)

- Ah, now is this the part where I strum the guitar

and sing sad sack songs about how hard it is to be me?

- Oh God, no. I'm so done with musicians.

They're either home and broke

or on the road and fucking someone else.

- Ay, sounds like you know a few.

- No ex talk tonight. Drink up, honey.

(doorbell chimes) (knock thuds)

(door opens)

- [Seth] Holy frijoles. 'Sup, (speaks in Spanish)?

- What's up?

- [Seth] Damn, dude, you are way hotter than your pictures.

- Are those even your pictures?

- Hell yeah. Don't be shy, bro.

Come on in.

(footsteps shuffle)

(laughs) It's hot as balls outside.

Why are you so covered up?

Are you like incognito or on the DL or something?

- Yo, what's up? Why you playing me, man?

Fucking Williamsburg. Should've known.

- Relax, Papi. I'm for real.

- You was checking me out from across the street

while I'm waking people up.

That's for real? Yo, that's real shitty, a'ight?

Don't be acting like you all down from the hood.

- Chill out, sexy angry.

I said text me when you got here.

Anyways, here. Catch up. - What the fuck is this?

Don't you got a beer or something?

- Oh, sure thing, bro.

(footsteps shuffle)

(fridge door opens) (bottles clink)

(Shelly laughs) ("Quicksand")

- Oh god. My roommate is such a disaster.

Anyway, enough about him. So you are from Ireland.

What is that like? - Pretty Irish, I suppose.

You know, with the people showering outside in the forest

and mischievous little wee folks,

garden pots of gold at the end of a rainbow.

I don't know, really. Pretty drunk and rainy, I suppose.

- Seriously, come on.

I'm not that hard to talk to, am I?

Come on, tell me something real, like why are you here?

What are your parents like? What are your friends like?

- It sounds like you're running a background check.

- It's called a conversation.

- Well, I have the best mates in the world,

but between working, drinking, and the hangover schedules,

I haven't got time for much else of late.

- Okay. Roll over. - I beg your pardon?

- You heard me, roll over, and the shirt. It's coming off.

Don't have AC anyway. - You don't have AC?

- Nope.

- You must have a little bit of Irish in you then.

- Not yet I don't.

(Quique pants) (Seth gulps and licks)

- Yo. What the fuck, dude?

(Seth gulps and licks)

- (laughs) Jesus Lord almighty, Shelly. That feels grand.

Oh, from this point on,

I'll tell you anything you want to know.

I don't have any family, no money, and a crappy job.

What a catch, eh? - Okay.

Are you gay or something? - (laughs) Jesus, Shelly.

Go straight for the jugular, why don't you?

- Well, I'm like seriously hot,

and you haven't even tried to kiss me yet.

- Well neither of you. - Hello? I brought you home.

- Well, I did consider the man on man thing

or the priesthood for a while,

but that was after the baby scare with the ex.

False alarm though, thank the Lord.

The crazy bird made the whole thing up. Can you believe it?

- Idea. No more talking.

("Quicksand")

- So what's up, Papi? How come you don't like to kiss?

- Save that for your girl.

- So you gay, bi, straight? - Yeah, nevermind all that.

- You got a boyfriend? - Not my thing.

- So you don't talk much, huh?

- You invite me over to chitchat?

- (laughs) Oh you're cute. So what is it that you want?

- No more questions. - Just one more?

How about I eat your ass?

("Drinks") (Quique pants and moans)

- Oh, fuck.

(Shelly pants and moans) (Quique moans)

- (pants) Oh.

(Quique moans) (Shelly moans)

(Quique moans and grunts)

- Fuck.

(Shelly grunts and moans) (Quique moans)

- Oh my God. - Sh!

You're gonna wake up my roommate.

(everyone moans and pants)

- Ah, fuck.

- Good boy.

(Quique pants and moans)

- [Seth] You are hot! (speaks in Spanish)

We should do this again sometime.

- Yeah? - Fuck yeah, Papi.

You gotta slammin' bod, thick uncut cock, tasty butt.

We should do this again with my boyfriend.

- Your boyfriend. - Fuck yeah, bro.

So how come you didn't wanna fuck?

- You really gotta ask?

(Seth sniffs sharply)

- All right, whatever you say, Papi.

- Man know you messing around like this?

- Oh whatever.

He's probably out getting some local street meat, too.

- Street meat, huh?

(Quique speaks in Spanish)

Ain't that right, Papi? - Damn, Papi.

We gotta start having some Spanish lessons on the regs.

- How about I tell you what's up in English.

I ain't your Papi or your bro, you suck a lousy dick,

and I might've played it with your balls,

but I couldn't find none.

Oh, and if I see any other pieces of street meat out there,

I'll tell them, "What's up bro?

Wrong door. Pussy boy lives across the street."

Later, Papi. - Yo, wait. Listen.

I'm sorry about all that.

Last time I hooked up like this,

the guy shows up, I open the door,

he punches me right in the face

and knocks me out cold and robs me.

(laughs) It's a scary world, isn't it?

- Yeah. I guess so. - Text me sometime.

(door thuds shut)

(Seth sighs)

(phone chimes)

(Seth laughs)

(birds chirp)

- Morning, lovely. - Morning.

I left your shoes right over there.

- Thanks. You fancy going out for a bite?

- I'm late for work, so.

- Well, top of the morning to you, too.

- Work as in I have a job as in do you have one?

Sorry, I don't mean to be such a bitch,

but I have a boyfriend and I'm like late, so.

Here, clothes. The door just locks on your way out.

Bye! What was your name again?

- Kevin. - Kevin. Bye, Kevin.

(door clicks open and slams)

- Cheers, darling.

(heels clack faintly)

(door closes in background)

(zipper zips up)

(Kevin sighs)

(Abuela Rosa hums)

- Would you like some help, Abuela?

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

(Abuela Rosa laughs)

- My brother has his own room and he's never home.

It's not fair.

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

(both speak in Spanish)

- Why doesn't Quique have a girlfriend?

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

- Yeah, like he even talks to me anymore.

I mean, Rafa already had a baby with his,

and even nasty Cuz has a girl.

(Abuela Rosa laughs and speaks in Spanish)

(both speak in Spanish)

- What would you do if I had a boyfriend?

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

(laughs)

- You don't know my life!

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish and hums)

("Midnight Skyline") (train car whines)

- Hey, hey, hey. ID, please.

(music blares in distance)

- You know it's a gay bar, right?

- That's what's up then.

- All right, so hands up please.

All right, man, you good. Have a good time.

("El Ultimo") (fog machine hisses)

("Band Hiatus [The Reflection]")

(singer speaks indistinctly on song)

(singer speaks indistinctly on song)

(people speak indistinctly) (singer raps in Spanish)

(song and chatter fade out) (soft ethereal music)

(traffic hums) (music blares in distance)

(soft bright rhythmic music)

(truck rumbles past)

(truck rumbles)

(door buzzer buzzes) (door slams)

- So listen, what I want you to do here

is look in the camera and just say your name.

Like, "Hey, my name is," you know,

and we'll just kind of start it.

- Hey, I'm Quique. - Quique, cool.

Thanks, man. Thanks for coming in, appreciate it.

Thank you.

Hey, Marco tell me he, he met you,

where did he meet you? Yeah.

I met him at that club in Jackson Heights.

- Jackson Heights.

Cuz that club, that's a, that's a gay club, right?

That you went to.

- Are we gonna start doing the photography stuff?

- Well, we're can do a little bit of both.

I'm doing here and I'm gonna take a little video,

and what I can do with this is I put it like on a CD,

like a like a disc, you know?

- On a CD? Okay. - Yeah.

And then I'll give it to my friends who are in movie,

you know, movies and TV and, you know-

- Oh yeah? - Agents look at it. Yeah.

Oh, yeah, look at that. Get a smile out of you, right?

I said TV, right? (laughs) Get a little famous, right?

That'll be good. Where are you from?

- Nah, from. Brooklyn. - You're from Brooklyn.

Listen, if you want make a couple extra bucks,

you can take your shirt off.

Lift the shirt, lift the shirt.

There you go. Real easy.

There you go, there you go. Yeah, that's nice.

Make a muscle. Can you like flex a little bit?

Like there we go. Show me like a box.

Gimme, gimme a couple jabs, yeah.

Boom. There we go.

That's nice. Smile, come on. (laughs)

Well, that's, that's funny. It's good stuff, come on.

- So you, you're gonna pay me for this?

- [Photographer] Yeah,

and I can pay you for a lot more, too.

- (chuckles) What do you mean by that?

- Like how about taking your pants off?

Come on, man. What are you, scared?

- I'm not scared. I just think you'll full of shit.

- [Photographer] Come on, man.

It's nothing to be scared about.

- Well- - It's nothing.

It's just a picture. It's a little video.

Nothing's gonna happen, nothing you don't wanna happen, man.

500 bucks for taking your pants down?

Hey, that's the quickest 500 bucks you ever make.

Quique. Fuck. (sighs)

("Son Son Son") (singer sings in Spanish)

- Oh here. - Oh.

- Oh. Let me help you with that.

(Elena speaks in Spanish)

- No- - Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. - No bother at all.

- Thank you.

- You know, you should think about investing

in one of them carts I've seen people carrying

around all their bits and pieces in.

(Elena speaks in Spanish)

- Those carts are for old ladies.

- Very well then. Where to?

- Just over there. Not too far.

- You live around here? - Yes! Right there.

- Perfect.

- You're going this, but you're going that way.

- It's fine. I'll walk you to the door.

- Oh thank you, thank you, thank you.

- No problem. - Okay. (speaks in Spanish)

- You're so handsome! (laughs) - Shucks. Thank you.

(locker clangs shut) (people chatter indistinctly)

(locker creaks and clatters)

- Oh (laughs) shit! - Oh. (laughs)

- What's up, man? - It's been awhile.

How you doing bro? You got big.

- [Gym Bro] Yeah,

just been hitting those bis and tris a lot.

- I see that. I see that. - Butt squats, you know.

- Your arms are looking crazy. - Thanks.

What have you been up to, man? Like how's your weekend?

I was with this chick.

I went to this place called Labon with this chick.

We went to this rooftop, beautiful rooftop,

you know, like overlooking - Is it that place

- the view and everything. - with like the hot tub inside

or something? - Yes, exactly, man.

- (laughs) Oh!

Tell me you got in! - She got in.

She got in with the bathing suit on.

- Holy shit. - Yeah, it was nice.

It was nice, but then the, the best thing,

here's what happens.

The best thing that happens is then she's like,

"Let's go to the bathroom."

I don't know if you've been to the bathroom at this place.

So we go into the bathroom. - Yeah,

and what happened in the bathroom?

- [Other Gym Member] I mean, I, I don't have to tell you.

- Come on, give me details! - I'll tell you what happened.

- Give me details! - I'm gonna have to shower.

- Come on! - 'cause I'm getting horny

just talking about this.

(spoon bangs) (singer sings in Spanish)

(food bubbles)

- Hola, Mama. - Hola!

(Quique speaks in Spanish) (lips peck)

Damn, that's a lot of food! We got company?

- Maybe. Maybe. (laughs) - Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Oh man. Hey Ma, you...

What the...

Ma, you picking up strangers off the street again?

- He was very helpful to me today.

Carried everything home from the supermarket.

- Ah, it's nothing.

- You should've seen the last guy she brought home.

(Elena speaks in Spanish)

- Nah, I'm just kidding. So how you been, man?

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

- And now he's here, so that's what's up.

Ah, I see you found yourself a new drinking buddy, Abuela.

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

- You see, my son is a good boy.

He does not drink out of the carton.

- Yeah Ma, that's just 'cause we are company here.

- And he does not smoke either. (speaks in Spanish)

(Elena and Quique argue in Spanish)

- By the way, there ain't no chance they letting you

outta here without (speaks indistinctly),

so don't even think about it.

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

- Thank you. - You see what I mean?

- Hola, Mami. - Hola, Princesa.

(Nieves and Abuela Rosa speak in Spanish)

- Oh, hey, Dick Face! (laughs)

Oh, hey. Who's this, my new boyfriend?

- They tell me that it's my sister.

- Hey beautiful. I'm gonna remember you.

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

- (speaks in Spanish) Gonna take a quick shower, Papa.

- Oh with your compadre?

Ew! Quique, what the hell?

Do you see how your perfect little angel treats me?

- If they bite, it's only because they like you.

- It's good, right? - Very good.

You know when everybody goes quiet.

- [Nieves] That's how you know the food is good,

seriously though.

(silverware clinks) (drinks trickle)

(Nieves chuckles and pecks lips)

- Yo, you catch Abuela drinking from the beer can

before she gave it to you?

Sick stuff, right?

(everyone laughs)

By the way, she only pretends not to speak English.

(Abuela Rosa and Quique speak in Spanish)

(people laugh)

- So how od are you?

- Mija, don't you think you are a bit young for him?

- Oh, I'm sure he's old enough not to live at home anymore,

like my brother here.

(Quique speaks in Spanish)

- Got a girlfriend?

- I don't think he's your type.

- And you are?

(Elena speaks in Spanish)

(Nieves speaks in Spanish)

- You're the one that picked him up at the supermarket.

- That's true.

- (speaks in Spanish), man. Can you get her out of here?

- So do you have any kids?

Not that that's a problem because I love kids.

Do you have any brothers and sisters?

What's your relationship like with your parents?

- (laughs) Well that's a bit of a grim tale.

I don't think it's quite family dinner appropriate.

- (speaks in Spanish), baby.

- Well, me folks split up shortly after I was born.

Me dad shipped out to the states and wound up here somehow.

Me ma, she passed on a few years afterwards.

Me dad recently passed on. That's what brings me here.

Wrap things up, sell the house, and all that sort of thing.

- [Nieves] Wow, that's rough.

- (speaks in Spanish) I'm sorry.

- Oh goodness gracious.

I didn't mean to turn this into a pity party.

- So what, you're just gonna sell his house

and then they're just gonna tear down all the buildings

on that block like they did on Green Street?

- I don't know anything about that.

- Good.

Then we can all move back to Puerto Rico where we belong.

- Cheers to that.

- My mom's been saying that for years.

- Just so you know, my brother's very delicate.

- Wow.

(Elena speaks in Spanish)

- What?

I'm just asking him all the questions we wanna know

before he becomes my (speaks in Spanish).

(Quique speaks in Spanish) (Abuela Rosa laughs)

- What's a (speaks in Spanish)?

- Oh it means brother-in-law.

(Abuela Rosa chuckles) (silverware clinks)

- Wow. - You know what?

This is delicious. - Wow.

Cheers to the chef. - Wow.

(people speak simultaneously) (Elena speaks in Spanish)

("Beso de tu Boca")

(singer sings in Spanish)

(doorbell rings)

("Kill the White")

- So anyway, I dumped the rest

of my business right on her fucking titties,

and then I stuck my dick in her mouth.

Bam, pop, boom! That shit was crazy ridiculous.

- Man, Cuz, I could totally see it.

Spraying matches all over them titties!

Ha ha! - Whoa, whoa, what?

You like picturing my cock? - No.

I, I mean like crazy stories. It's just crazy, right?

- No you crazy if you think I like you talking

about my cock.

(Rafa speaks in Spanish)

The only dick anyone's thinking about here

is the one they got, all right?

- Whatever man. Just keep your cock to yourself.

Yo Q, man. What's been up?

I've been reaching out to you all goddamn night.

You ain't down for riding with your crew no more?

- This a crew? - Yo, come again?

I, I don't believe I'm hearing you right.

- Just chilling. - Chilling.

I know how you chill, all nice and shit with family.

(scoffs) That shit's gonna grow you a fucking pussy.

And what the fuck was up

with you motherfuckers doing the fucking Mambo Jambo

with Riverdance. - Serious?

(scoffs) Yeah, what's up with that, yo?

(rapper raps indistinctly)

Yo chill. Our guy should be right over there.

- Yo, what we say about this?

Don't be getting us involved in your business, man!

- [Cuz] Too late for that shit.

- [Jorge] In the back, yo.

(door signal chimes)

And watch the fucking seats, man.

- Oh, sorry. - Shit's expensive,

right, Cuz?

- Sorry.

(door slams)

Hey, guys. - Yo, what's up?

- It's a sweet ride. What's going on?

- He ain't asking if you like the ride.

He asking you what you need. - Oh, sorry.

Just a 50 bag of weed, please.

- (laughs) What, you don't party?

- Yeah, I party. I'm on my way to one right now.

- There gonna be chicks there? - (scoffs) Better be.

- Yo yo yo. What's up, ladies?

Do you wanna go to a party? - Hell yeah! Let's do it baby!

- Yo, chill, girly. I didn't invite you yet.

Yo Quique, what's up? Wanna go to a party?

Yo, Q! - What?

- [Cuz] I'm asking you a question!

- Yeah, you could just drop me off right over there, guys.

(tires screech)

- Yo, what the fuck? You deaf, man?

I'm asking you if you wanna go to a fucking party!

- Yo, how the fuck is anyone supposed to hear you

with the music up so loud? - You know what?

- And what the fuck is up with you bringing us along

for this shit and inviting everybody

to this dude's fucking party?

He don't even fucking know you!

(door thuds open)

- [Rafa] Shit. Yo Quique, yo Quiq!

(door slams)

- Yo, you get what you need?

- All set.

- Good, now get the fuck outta my car. Now, motherfucker!

All of yous, fucking bunch of queers! I said everybody.

What the fuck, you deaf now, too?

(door clicks open and slams)

(window hums open)

Hey, pussy boy. Where you going?

Get the fuck back in the car.

(door opens and slams)

You going soft on me! - Come on, Cuz! I didn't do-

- Ain't no room for soft in this game!

- Why you hitting me for? - Huh? Huh?

You see? I told you.

(seats groan)

(stick clicks)

(car hums)

(cars whoosh past) (lighter clicks)

- I didn't know you still smoke weed.

- Just 'cause I got a kid now

don't mean I can't shit like this every once in a blue.

(lighter clicks)

- (speaks in Spanish), man. I can't take him no more.

Not one more second or one more day.

- You know, Cuz is some real bedbug and cockroach shit.

Can't get rid of the problem

unless you bomb the place and move the fuck out.

So what's this I hear from Tiki-Boo

about you being out in Jackson Heights?

- Jackson Heights?

The fuck would my ass be doing out in Jackson Heights?

And who the fuck is Tiki-Boo?

- Man, you remember Lil Eddie? - Yeah, yeah.

The one with the crazy hair. Whatever happened to him?

- Well just after Lil Eddie moved in with his grandmas

in Jackson Heights, started wearing heels,

he grew some titties, changed his name to Tiki-Boo.

- Where the hell you be hearing shit like this?

- We work at a barber shop, yo, remember?

Shit gets passed around.

- Great. So what are you saying?

I should just grow some tits

and move out the Jackson Heights?

- No, what I'm saying is I wanna know what your ass

was doing at some gay joint out there.

- Oh, I get it.

So now you all about whatever Tiki-Butt

or whatever the fuck his or her name is says.

- Tiki-Boo's got HIV now.

Look, I know you got mad eyes for Dublin,

and it's eating you up inside,

but whatever you doing, I just want you to be careful, man.

Sooner or later,

you're gonna need to talk about this shit with someone,

and it show as hell ain't gonna be any of those clowns.

- Bueno. Yeah, yeah.

(Rafa speaks in Spanish)

(birds chirp) (siren wails in distance)

(keys jingle)

- Quique. - Yo yo.

- Amelia, (speaks in Spanish)?

There's a change of plans, Papi.

Yeah, Squeak's on his way.

He's gonna cover for us. - Como?

- We're gonna make a field trip.

- (laughs) And miss out on a day's pay.

(speaks in Spanish)

Can't afford the rent around here anymore as it is.

You know that. - Yeah,

and I can't afford a building with a fancy gym

and complimentary blowjob service here neither,

and I got a kid.

Since you think you can't talk to me about this shit,

you're gonna go talk to someone else.

All right, look,

don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.

All right?

(subway car rattles and rumbles)

(traffic hums)

(pen clicks and scribbles)

- Enrique Torres? - Yep.

- Hi, yes. Would you come with me please?

And I will grab that paperwork, too.

Thank you. Right this way.

- [Nurse] And do you feel comfortable

asking your partner's HIV status?

- (speaks in Spanish), you lucky to get a name or a number.

Come on.

- You seem a little anxious about this.

- Yeah. Hello? - I could refer you

to some onsite mental health professionals if you'd like.

- Sounds expensive.

- [Nurse] Many of us are volunteers here.

- Look, I thought I came here for the HIV test.

- [Nurse] Well, earlier you said you came here

because your cousin brought you.

Listen, it's normal to feel anxious

about this type of thing, but,

considering the fact that your cousin brought you here,

it seems to me that you might have a little bit more support

than you think.

Why don't we move on to the testing?

Now the result from the oral test

will only take a few minutes,

and then we'll perform a comprehensive blood test

that will also screen for gonorrhea,

chlamydia, hepatitis, and syphilis.

(test clicks in teeth)

(paper rustles)

(traffic hums) (door creaks open)

(bugs chitter) (birds chirp)

(bicycle clicks)

(Abuela Rosa sniffs and hums) (footsteps shuffle)

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

(Quique speaks in Spanish)

(lips peck) (Abuela Rosa laughs)

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

- Ah.

(Abuela Rosa speaks in Spanish)

- Ah, we wrapped up early.

(Abuela Rosa laughs and speaks in Spanish)

(Abuela Rosa hums and speaks in Spanish)

- Guest linens? How would I know?

We never have any guests. - Oh no?

(speaks in Spanish)

(traffic hums) (people chatter indistinctly)

(knock thuds)

(heels clack)

(door clicks open)

- Hello there. - Hello, Papa.

- How are you? - Listen, Kevin,

I'm really sorry about the other night,

I, and I figured you might be hungry.

- Thanks. Have a beer. - Gracias, Papa.

("A Praia") (flame whooshes)

(singer sings in foreign language)

So this place all yours now? - Nah, not for long.

Gonna unload this pity palace

and open a pub of me own back home.

That's the plan and find me hat.

- [Quique] Yo, I could get used to this,

chilling on the couch with my boy every night after work.

A couple more of these drinks

and I might do something I won't regret.

Hope you won't either, like taste the whiskey on your lips,

my sweat on your chest.

(speaks in Spanish)

All your secret places.

I wanna call you Papa, Papi, Papi Chulo.

I wanna cook you dinner.

I wanna go on vacation

and take stupid pictures of each other.

I wanna get a place of our own.

I want to get a dog, maybe two.

Call 'em Chacho y Santo. (speaks in Spanish)

Eh, Pa, it's getting late. Gotta work in the morning.

- [Kevin] Ah, come off it, lad. One more for the road.

You're more than welcome to crash here if you like.

(record player clicks)

(Quique and Kevin pant) (lips peck)

(soft contemplative music) (traffic honks below)

(tools whir and buzz) (elevator whirs)

(birds chirp)

(door creaks open and clicks shut)

- Yo, Cuz! I got it, yo!

You gonna love this. You gonna dig this.

(laughs) Yo, I, I, I, yo, I got you, man.

Yo, listen, listen, listen, listen. I got something for you!

I think that Quique be chilling with Irish

in ways that ain't cool, son.

I seen him creeping out a Irish house this morning

when I was getting some breakfast.

- All right, now get the outta here.

I'm working on my skills.

- I mean, I just thought that I should come and tell you

because you know, you were like,

"Oh you know they might be doing some-"

- Dough boy,

you could tell me some shit I don't already know?

Let me explain something to you.

When you see me doing this, I don't need to be hearing this.

You hear me? So like I said, get the fuck outta here.

(ball thuds)

(Cuz sighs)

(Cuz grunts) (ball clangs against fence)

(singer sings in Spanish) (lively upbeat music)

("Kill the White")

(rapper raps in Spanish)

- Yo, little bitch. What you doing, man?

(pins clatter) (upbeat music)

(ball thuds)

(pins clatter)

- Yes! Ooh. (laughs)

(Quique laughs)

A victory round on me, I propose,

just to show you how gracious the Irish can be.

- Well, I propose you don't fall over.

- Well, there ain't no way a chicken and rice

is out drinking bangers and mash tonight.

- (laughs) Bangers and mash? What the fuck is that?

- It's delicious. - Yeah.

(singer sings indistinctly)

♪ Now I can't stop (sings indistinctly) ♪

♪ I love you and I feel

(people chatter indistinctly)

♪ I love you and I feel, and I feel so good ♪

(upbeat rock music)

- All right. That is 36, my man.

- 36? 36 what? - $36.

- Okay, one. That's two.

(coins clatter) (bills rustle)

(coins clatter)

- Give me a minute.

(coins clatter)

- Hey pal, can I get two pints of the Eclipse ale please?

- You got it.

(coins clink)

(coins clink on floor)

Here you go. - Thanks a million.

Also, I have a tab on the Maginness.

- Okay, got it. - You know what?

Put his round on my tab, too.

- No problem. - Cheers.

- You're good, man. Guy over there got ya.

Have a good night.

(bills rustle)

(upbeat rock music)

(pins clatter)

- Pardon me, lads.

Looks like I've had an unexpected change

in plans this evening.

I gotta run.

Can I interest you in both a couple

of free beers on the house? (laughs)

No spit, no pubes, no cockroaches.

- Yeah, sure, bro. Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Hey man, what's your deal tonight? You wanna hang with us?

- I'd love to, mate, but I gotta run.

Cheers. Safe night now.

- He's hot.

- Should've gotten his phone number. (laughs)

(pins clatter)

(phone rings)

- [Kevin] Fuck off now, eh.

(phone rings)

Which part of fuck off did you not understand?

- The part where you picked up again?

- (scoffs) Yeah. - Look, I'm sorry I bailed.

I just - You know,

- needed some air. - I'm very well trained

in the art of shame and abandonment.

So if you're even the slightest bit embarrassed

to be seen with me-

- It's not you that I'm embarrassed about.

- [Kevin] (scoffs) Yeah.

- I, I'd like to apologize in person.

- [Kevin] Good luck with that.

Fuck's sake. I should've seen this coming.

- I'm headed to the pier off Kent Street. Come through?

- [Kevin] All right then. I'll be seeing ya.

- All right. I'll ping you the location, okay?

- Yeah. - All right.

(phone beeps)

(water laps)

(phone vibrates)

(helicopter blades whir)

(children shout and play)

(ball thuds)

(ball thuds) (rim rattles)

(ball thuds) (rim rattles)

(truck rumbles in distance)

(train cars rattle and rumble) (door clicks open and shut)

("Indigo")

♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ Livin' out of mind, sniffin' cloud nine ♪

♪ Didn't know I'm dippin'

♪ You can catch me

(singer sings indistinctly)

♪ Teach me how to climb

♪ You can skip a dime but you can't live without a spine ♪

♪ You can, you can (horn honks)

- Hey, yo, Irish!

What up? You need a ride?

Come on. Yeah.

- Come on.

(horns honk) (door opens)

- Hey.

(seatbelt clicks) (car hums)

(siren wails in distance)

- [Cuz] So where you was coming from?

- Work. - Oh yeah?

- Yeah. - Doing what?

- Security, at a nightclub. - Oh man.

I bet you get loads of pussy, huh?

- (laughs) Yeah, loads.

- A'ight, a'ight, that's what's up.

That's what I'm talking about. - (laughs) Yeah.

- Yo, so what's up with you and my boy?

- Your boy? - Yeah, my boy Quique.

Damn, man, you a tough nut to crack.

Just that, you know, we never see him no more

'cause you guys are always like hanging out and shit.

I was beginning to think we had a problem here.

- Problem? Oh no, there's no problem.

I mean, even if there was,

I'm sure you'd have me gone by tomorrow.

- I could have you gone by tonight.

(siren wails in distance)

- Right. Well then. (clears throat)

You know what? Just around the corner would be grand.

(turn signal clicks)

(seatbelt clicks)

(door opens) (door signal chimes)

So am I to believe after I tender a little heart

to heart tonight that we're friends now?

- Yo, Cuz ain't got no friends, just soldiers in the game.

But we good though, right? - If you say so.

- So shake on it, bro. - Why?

So you can move your hand away as soon as I go for it?

Rest assured, whatever it is you think that's going on,

it isn't, and even if it was,

I'm doubtful it would be anybody's business,

especially yours.

Thanks for the lift as odd as it was.

Safe night now.

(door slams) (Kevin exhales deeply)

(muffled voice speaks on radio)

(fridge hums) (door thwacks shut)

Hey, pal.

(engine revs)

Just this, please. - One dollar.

- Thank you.

(traffic hums)

- Hey, okay, ma.

Yeah, You know I'm gonna be there tonight.

(laughs) Yeah, you know it. Yo, yo, yo.

Okay. (speaks in Spanish)

Yo, Papo, can I buy a cigarette from you?

- Oh, how are ya? - Yo, Dublin! What's up man?

Yo, how you been? Come here, Papa!

- Ah. This one's on the house.

- Thank you. Shit.

(lighter clicks)

- The light's included, too. - Thanks, bro.

- No bother. Cheers. - Yo, yo, yo.

Wait, Papo, where you going?

Listen, I'm trying to pry Quique out of the house tonight,

go hit up this party.

Why don't you come with?

- Ah, thanks for the invitation, but I got stuff to do.

- (speaks in Spanish) look,

I don't know what's going on with you guys,

and that's between you and him,

but what I do know is that I

can't stand watching him moping around no more.

Just think about it, Papa. You know what?

Put your information down right here.

All right, right here. Come on.

All right. I'm gonna text you, and you better answer.

(laughs) Come on, I'm fucking around. (laughs)

("Funky Sax Action")

(door creaks) (people chatter indistinctly)

(cup clatters)

- You look so familiar. Who...

- Not Cary Grant. (laughs) Oh, I, I wouldn't know that.

- Oh my dear.

Are you a Cary Grant, I'm like a huge Cary Grant fan.

- I have no idea who that is. - Oh, that's sad.

Okay. You're from Ireland? - Dublin.

- Dublin. Have you ever been to Boston?

There's lots of Irish people there.

- I've heard about that, too.

- You look like Chris Martin from Coldplay.

- [Kevin] Yeah, I've heard it a few times.

- Oh my God, it's so funny!

What's your favorite song to sing?

When you do karaoke,

is everyone like, "'Yellow, sing 'Yellow'"? (laughs)

- Sorry. - Here, I've got a great idea.

- [Liz] I like that one.

- Why don't we have a little kissing contest?

- [Kevin] I don't really know the songs.

- See who kisses better. - Everyone knows Coldplay.

Don't act like you're too cool

- Are you game? - for school.

- No I don't honestly- - Oh my God.

Swear, I used to have such a crush

on him pre-Gwyneth Paltrow.

- Okay. - He was like kind of hot.

So what I'm trying to say- - I got to see them once

in Dublin, and they were amazing.

I was looking - Oh my God, keep talking.

- at the light show.

("Funky Sax Action")

- Do you like YouTube? - I'm sorry,

I forgot what I was talking about.

- Oh my God. That's 'cause I interrupted you.

Coldplay. You saw them somewhere.

Go on. - Didn't catch your name.

- I'm Liz. - Liz,

would you like a top off? - Yes, if they have Guinness.

(laughs) Please. - I'll be right back.

- Oh my God. Thank you.

- [Woman] So who's the better kisser?

- What?

- Yo yo, yo yo! Let me just your phone.

- Huh? - Come on, man.

It's an emergency, serious.

Come on. - What happened?

- Oh man, do I need to call your mother to let her know

that her son is out looking for dick?

Ain't that right, McFaggot? - Now take it easy, mate.

What's this all about? - Mates?

We ain't no fucking mates, and my boy,

you saw earlier, he ain't no homo either.

You hear me? You hear what I said?

So who you trying to fuck with here, huh?

You trying to fuck with my boy? Is that what's up?

Huh? You want his dick up your butt?

That it, huh?

Your mom know you out here

- Jesus Christ. - looking for dick up the ass?

- What's the fucking problem? - You're making a problem?

Huh? My problem is you, McFaggot!

So why don't you take you and your gay ass waist

and get the fuck outta here and go suck a dick.

- Ah, thanks for the invitation, but you're not my type.

(body thuds) (hip hop music blares)

- Yo. What's up, Papi?

Yo, Dublin, where you going, man?

(door opens and slams)

- Dude, can you hurry up?

(knock thuds) (toilet flushes)

Hey, what the hell, man?

(door slams)

(Kevin gulps) (can clatters)

(urine trickles) (glass shatters)

(man grunts) (object thuds)

- [Cuz] Now you know what Cuz (speaks indistinctly).

Motherfucker!

(tires screech) (engine revs)

(wind blows) (footsteps shuffle)

(bag rustles) (cans clatter)

(thunder booms) (soft music)

- [Operator] 911. What's the nature of your emergency?

(phone beeps) (thunder booms)

- Yo, this, this 911? (pants)

The nature of my call, I'd like to report something,

but seriously, I, I, I can't be found out, yo.

I, I got a situation in my head that I,

that I can't deal with no more.

I know this ain't the suicide hotline.

There's this fucking guy in my neighborhood.

He, he deals drugs and he, he beats on me,

and I don't even know why, and I can't take it no more.

He thinks he could just treat me

like however you wanna treat me,

and it's like, it is like sick, yo!

He, he fucked up this one dude so bad,

I don't even know if he could walk.

I can't leave. It's just me and my grandmas here.

You what the, what the fuck am I gonna do?

Where are we supposed to go, huh? Huh?

All right. All right, I'm calm now.

(cars rumble past)

I, I would like to report illegal activity.

I doubt he's a stranger to you guys.

(receiver slams)

(Jorge sniffles)

(horns honk) (engines rumble)

("Time to Move On")

(Quique and Kevin pant) (lips smooch)

(Quique and Kevin pant)

(Quique and Kevin pant) (lips smooch)

(footsteps shuffle)

(traffic hums)

(knock taps) (train horn blares faintly)

(knock taps)

("Push")

♪ I don't wanna be alone right now ♪

♪ I wish it was a little bit later ♪

♪ Think I'd rather be asleep right now ♪

♪ Dream about some mistake I made ♪

♪ Tell me why I'm living so fast ♪

♪ I wish I was just a little bit younger ♪

♪ Then I wouldn't be afraid like this ♪

♪ Push it in just a little bit further ♪

♪ You were right, this never gets old ♪

♪ Waking up in another direction ♪

♪ If circumstance is all we get ♪

♪ Let's come back the way we came ♪

♪ I know it's a chemical thing

♪ That's why I spend each day

♪ Just trying to get my head on straight ♪

♪ Think I'll try just a little bit harder ♪

(soft somber music) (wind blows)

(gate rattles)

(train horn blares in distance)

(tarp rustles)

(cat meows)

(door rattles and groans open)

(keys jingle)

(people chatter indistinctly)

- Are we just gonna do a little bit off the side right?

- A little bit. - Okay. It's been awhile.

- So you're trying to roll it back in.

Coming to me to get dress up.

- Like I.

(people speak indistinctly and laugh)

(Chewie speaks in Spanish)

- Hey. - Yo yo!

What's up, Papi? - What up?

(both speak in Spanish)

- Hello, Mahogany. - Chewie.

- Man, the shop has copped a whole new vibe

ever since big old bad Cuz stopped hanging out.

- I tell you. - Yeah.

They actually have customers now.

- Oh come on.

(people speak indistinctly and laugh)

- You think I'd be working here

if he was still hanging around?

- Hey, so what exactly happened to big old bad Cuz anyway?

- Yo, I heard from Lil Money cops finally busted his ass.

For what, dealing shitty weed?

(everyone laughs)

- Yo, I heard his own mother ratted him out.

- What?

- Yo, I ain't even know Cuz had a mother.

- Well, she traded in her family for loose dick

and cheap drinks a long time ago.

- Yeah, and then his uncle came around

and introduced him to the hustle and that was it.

- So who's gonna beat up on poor Jorge now?

- Yo, actually, Jorge is doing all right right now.

- Word? - Yeah.

He got himself a job stocking shelves

at this new supermarket up in Long Island City.

- No way. Good for him.

- And his grandma's doing better now, so.

- You see, Cuz and I ain't never had no beef,

but I ain't letting a character

like that anywhere near my wife and kids.

- Yeah.

- Hey, yo, Quique.

You heard the shit he was saying

about you and Irish last summer?

- Who? - Remember Irish?

Tall, whitey white dude who Cuz left all busted up

in that dark alley? - You, Squeak, really?

What the fuck you bringing that up right now?

- What? - So what about it?

(razor buzzes)

- Oh come on, Quiq.

You must've heard Cuz running his mouth with some wild shit

about how you and Irish was doing things on the DL.

- Of course I heard about it, heard all about it,

and guess I'm still gonna hear about it apparently.

(razor clicks off)

So what if it was true?

What then?

(razor buzzes)

(soft bright upbeat piano music)

(scissors snip)

- [Rafa] I heard on the news that it's supposed

to rain all next week. - Really?

- Yeah. - I actually thought

that it was gonna be sunny on next week.

I've been trying to go to the beach.

- Nah. - I need y'all to hurry up

'cause I got (speaks indistinctly).

(people chatter indistinctly and laugh)

- [Barbershop Customer] Hallelujah! About time, man!