Don't Tear Yourself Apart (2023) Movie Script
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- Jesus
Christ, it's hot in here.
Crack a window, will ya?
- Do I know you?
- No.
- Yeah, I remember you now.
- Do you want to-
- Fuck off, dude!
Not interested.
- $16.50.
- Fuck!
- What's up, girl?
- Hangover.
You?
- Busy as fuck.
As you can see, this
place is so crowded.
- Is this any good?
- I've had better.
Healthy as always.
- Throw some of
those in, too, will you?
- Hey!
Should I come over later?
- Yeah, sure.
Fuck!
- Girl, what the fuck?
I've been knocking for hours.
- I'm sorry,
I fell asleep.
- You used all the
damn sugar, didn't you?
I knew it.
Girl!
- What?
- Nothing.
- Shall we?
- Yeah.
You have nice hair, C.
- Thanks.
- [Tahlia If I ever
have a daughter,
I want her to have
hair just like yours.
She's going to be fish as hell.
- I'm sure she will.
- I doubt I'll be a
good mother, though.
I'll probably forget the
damn child at the cashiers
while doin' groceries.
But for real,
I wanna be a mom someday.
Do you think I'll
be a good mother?
- I don't think I'm
the right person
to answer that question.
Who the fuck is that?
- Bitch, relax.
I called Ramon.
What's up, Ramon?
- Hey, Tahlia.
What's happenin'?
- Nothing much,
hangin' with my girl.
- I brought your shit.
What are you guys up to?
- Do you think I would
be a good mother?
- Can you be a mother?
- You don't need to
be a dick, Ramon.
- Hey, C.
- It's your turn, girl.
- What?
- I paid last time.
It's your turn.
- There should be some
money in my nightstand.
- Girl, I'm not
going to your room.
- Just go, Tahlia.
- Be right back, Ramon.
- How are you, Teach?
- I'm fucking fantastic, Ramon.
- Did you see my guy?
- Tomorrow.
- Cool.
Cool.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
Don't think I ever said
that to you before.
That's all.
- There you go.
- Gracias, chica.
- De nada, papi.
- I'm gonna head out.
All right, ladies.
You have my number if
you need more shit.
- He's a fucking hoe.
- He's a boy.
- Girl, he's a drug dealer.
He hasn't been a
boy for a long time.
I would fuck him...
I think.
Or maybe I'm just horny?
- You're in love with
your drug dealer.
Lord, help us.
Could we just open
that fucking thing?
Good evening, ma'am.
- Hey.
- Will that be all?
That'll be 16.50.
- Keep the change.
- Thanks, ma'am.
- Sorry, ma'am,
can't sleep here.
- My bad, I'll just...
What?
- I was talking to Brian.
- Who the fuck is Brian?
- Oh, he's one of
the security guards.
He works here some nights.
I was wondering...
I don't know how this works.
- Not gonna happen.
You're early.
- My bad, Ramon gave me your-
- Yeah, I know who you are.
Are you coming?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I'm good.
What's that smell, though?
- You wanna fuck me or not, man?
Fuck!
- What, did I do somethin'?
- Dude, I'm not
your fucking wife.
Fuck me like you mean it.
- What do you mean?
I don't have a wife.
- Okay.
I know I'm married
man when I see one.
I don't give a shit.
Okay, just, out.
Put your fucking clothes on.
- You know, you didn't have
to be such a bitch about it.
- That wasn't me being a bitch.
Just go home.
- Whatever!
- Bitch!
Did you walk here?
- Yeah.
- Bad night?
I remember when I had those.
You know where the bathroom is.
Go take a shower.
Feeling better?
You know you will sleep
here tonight, right?
Why the fuck are
you doin' this, C?
You're so much better than this.
I know you pretend
that you're not,
but I can see it.
It's in your eyes.
You're smart.
You're so much smarter than me.
I mean, you could be
whoever you wanna be.
I just don't know why
you choose to be this?
- Do you have any ice cream?
- You know I have it.
You can't fool me, you know?
- I know.
- More often than not, you
just ignore what's happening,
or what you're even feeling,
but there's always that
one that really hurts.
For me, it was the ones
that wanted me to fuck them.
But I guess you just pull
through and keep going.
I don't even like
to think about it,
so I know what you're feeling.
It's like you're driving
fast on this long road,
but then you remember them,
and it's like you keep getting
stopped at red lights over
and over again.
That's what it feels like.
Anyways, I did what I needed
to do for the surgery,
but it's all over now.
I'm out that life.
- How old is he now?
- He should be about nine.
- Hmm.
- The last time I saw
him was three years ago,
before I turned into
my fabulous self.
I wish my sister
wasn't such a bitch.
I really liked that
little piece of shit,
and he liked me, too.
But he is her son,
and it was her house.
Nothin' I could do about it.
- Do you have any regrets?
- If anyone would've
met me before this,
they wouldn't have been
meetin' the real me.
I sacrificed that part of my
life, you know, to find myself.
- Was it worth it?
- The sacrifice?
Yeah.
It was worth it.
- Thanks for letting
me crash last night.
- Don't mention it.
Hey!
You be good, okay?
- No promises.
- Bitch, behave!
- Hi.
I just got off work.
I was wondering if you-
- Beat it, lard ass.
- Oh.
Sorry.
- Fuck!
Get in.
- What?
- Get the fuck in!
Where do you live?
- It's just a few
minutes up the street.
That's cool.
- Hmm?
- I'm not sure how this goes.
Should I pay you first or-
- I'm not fucking you, dude,
just giving you a ride.
- Oh.
Okay.
Thanks for the ride.
- Sure.
- Oh.
By the way,
I'm John.
- John.
I know.
- Would you like to grab
a bite with me someday?
- Are you asking me on a date?
- I guess.
- Why the fuck do you
wanna go on a date with me?
- I don't know.
I just do.
- I'll think about it.
- Hello?
- Hi!
I'm sorry, I'm looking for John.
- John!
He'll be right out.
- Hi.
- You live with your mother?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I live with my mom.
Did I leave anything
in the car or-
- Were you serious
before I went...
Do you really wanna
go on a date with me?
- Yeah.
Yes.
- Are you free now?
- Now?
- Yeah.
- Sure.
I tried to leave a few
years back, you know?
I had this idea of how
I wanted my life to go,
but it didn't work out,
so I just came back to my mom.
It's fine.
It's okay.
Sorry.
I'm a little rusty.
I don't go out on many dates.
- I don't go out on many dates.
Does she treat you well?
- Who?
My mom?
- Hmm.
- Yeah, I guess.
She worries about me.
- Mothers do that.
They can't help it.
- What's your name, C?
I'm sorry.
- No, I'm sorry.
It's just...
Are you happy, John?
- Yes.
Sometimes.
What about you?
- Not really, no.
I survive, but just barely.
More often than not,
I'm just standing there.
Do you wanna get drunk?
- How long have you been
living in the neighborhood?
- I've always lived in the city.
I used to work in the area,
and then, two years ago,
decided to move here.
- Where did you work?
- Does it matter?
- I guess not.
I'm stuck here.
- I'm stuck here, too.
Hey, John?
- Yeah?
- I'm sorry I was so
nasty with you earlier.
- It's okay.
- So I just had a date.
- You shittin' me?
With whom?
- Some random guy.
- How was it?
- It was fine, I think.
- That's good.
It's been a minute
since you were...
Were you drunk?
- Moderately.
- Not workin' today?
Uh-oh, here comes competition.
- No, we don't go
for the same guys.
- Hmm.
Right.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Do you wanna have a good time?
- Yeah.
- Stop, fuck!
- No, no!
- Stop!
- No!
That's what I wanna do!
- Come on, man.
You're hurting me!
- No, I'm not!
Let me see the goods.
- Come on, stop!
- Let me see the goods.
Do you wanna see hurt?
I'll hurt you.
Come on.
- When a woman says no,
she means fucking no!
- What a fuckin' cunt!
Fuck, you're a-
- You're a what?
- Thank you.
- What the fuck do you
think you're doing?
- I
was just leavin'.
- This costs 20 bucks.
I'm gonna go now.
- Be careful out there.
- That was almost nice, C.
The bottle was $10, by the way.
- I know.
Go get some better shit for us.
- Smart ass.
- Fuck!
- Hell, yeah,
dude, that MILF is hot as fuck!
Yo, dude.
- Holy shit!
- Want a drink?
Oh, she's been havin' some fun.
- What are you looking for?
- Well, we were lookin'
for someone like you.
- You
remember me, slut?
I screwed you last
year, didn't I?
- No, not...
Mm-mmm, no, we haven't, no.
No, I'm not...
No, I'm not...
No, I...
No, I'm not...
- Come on, baby.
I want you to suck
my dick right now!
- No.
- Hell, yeah.
- No.
No!
- How
are you holding up?
- I've been through worse.
- I'd doubt that very much.
- What's your name?
- Samm.
- Don't worry about me, Samm.
You should see the other guy.
- You
know I'm gonna have to
bring you in, right?
- Hey, Samm, can
you do me a favor?
- Ma'am, it's too
late for this shit.
I just need to bring you in,
and-
- Can you bring
Captain Jackson to me, please?
- What?
- He's working
tonight, isn't he?
Can you bring him here, please?
- How do you know
Captain Jackson?
- Just bring him
here, Samm, please.
- Open the door.
- Sir!
- Open the fuckin' door.
Go.
Go!
What's your name, Officer?
- Samm.
Officer Samm.
- Not a word.
Hey.
- What happened to your face?
Are you okay?
- Yeah, fuck it, I'll be fine.
- Are you sure?
Can I do something?
Should I-
- Can you take a break?
- Sure, in like
15 minutes or so.
- Okay,
I'll be in my car.
- C?
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
See ya soon.
- Who are they?
Can I come in?
- Door's unlocked.
- Here.
- Thanks.
- What the hell happened
to your face, C?
- I'm okay.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Can we just talk
about something else?
- Thanks for the
other day, by the way.
It felt nice to have someone
to talk to, you know?
- Yeah.
Would you mind if we
just sat here for a bit?
- Sure.
- You're different
from everybody else.
I can tell.
I...
I have issues, you
know, like problems.
- I know.
Me, too.
I got them, too.
- It really did feel
nice to talk with you.
John?
- What is it?
- You know that's all I
can offer right now, right?
Talking.
That's all I have left.
- That's fine.
Talking is good.
We can just talk.
- We were just chillin'
at my house and stuff.
He left around three.
Bitch, where are you?
Oh, my god!
You're so far gone.
Where were you?
- What?
Fuck off!
- Whatever!
The fuck, Ramon?
- What?
- Where the hell are our drinks?
- Ah, I-
- Nevermind.
I'll get them myself.
- Yo, Teach.
- Yeah?
- Two of my buds wanna
get you for this dude.
- Who's the guy?
- Mike something.
I don't know.
Just some loser who
got a promotion.
- Where is he?
- Up for it?
They paid up front.
C?
The other guy I sent your way,
how did you know?
- I just did.
- What the fuck?
- Hey, don't look at me.
A girl's gotta work.
- Hey, what's up?
- Hey.
- Mike, right?
- Yeah.
- You can call me C.
- Hey, C.
- You want some?
- Nah, I'm good.
- My friend over there
told me you got a
promotion or something?
- Yeah.
It's not a big deal.
I just...
I'm gonna be working as
a manager at the store.
- Cool.
- Yeah, it's fine.
It's just a chance
to step up, you know?
- From all this?
Yeah, kind of.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
I've backed off
the hard stuff, so.
- What made you quit?
- Life.
I mean, no judgment.
Believe me, I'm not in a
position to judge anybody.
It's just that you do
some bat shit crazy stuff
when you're on that
junk, and, so...
And then, you regret it.
- Fuck.
How bad?
- Bad enough to
make me wanna quit,
and try to be better.
- To each his own, right?
- Look, I know why you're here.
I know what they're
trying to do.
- Yeah?
What are you gonna do?
You don't want it?
- No,
I don't think I can.
I told them not to, but-
- Hey, man,
we don't have to do
anything you don't wanna do.
I honestly don't give a shit.
They already paid me.
- Cool, cool.
It's just that it's
been a long time, so...
- We all have our baggage.
- We do.
You're very pretty, though.
You have one of those faces.
- What?
- I don't know,
relatable, I guess.
- You don't know me.
- I don't.
- Come on.
- I'm not comfortable.
- I got it.
Relax.
- Did I hurt you?
- Excuse me.
- Thank you.
I got your text.
Are you okay?
- I...
I found him.
- C-
- I found him!
I found him.
I found him.
- C, what happened?
You found who?
What are you talking about?
- I'm sorry.
- I'm here.
Talk to me.
- That's my husband.
And then, my baby.
My baby.
- Where are they?
- Two years ago, someone
broke into our house,
and he had a mask on, and...
And he...
He...
He forced himself on me.
And...
That's when my husband
walked in with our daughter.
And...
And...
That's when I heard the gun.
- C.
I'm sorry.
- It sticks with you.
You know?
- What?
- That feeling...
When he was inside me.
You can't forget that.
You change.
You change yourself to survive.
- So you say, you found him.
How?
- How do you think?
- I don't understand.
I mean...
Are you sure?
- Yes.
- And that's what you've
been doing this whole time.
- What else would I do?
- What's next?
What are you gonna do now?
- Hey, Jackson.
- Carol?
Oh, my god!
I almost didn't recognize you.
You look...
Well.
Better.
Oh, what are you doing here?
You found him, didn't you?
Is he still in the gang?
- I didn't see any necklace,
but, Jackson, it's him.
I know it.
- Did you change your mind?
Did you change your mind?
- No.
Did you?
- Very well.
I failed you back then,
but I won't fail you now.
- You gave me a place to start.
- But dangerous, Carol.
- I don't care.
- Do you still have it?
Do you still have the gun?
- Yes.
- Then go get it and
kill that motherfucker!
Go.
Just call me when it's done.
I'll deal with the rest.
Go on.
- Is he here?
- Ramon?
Yeah.
C.
- Everything's fine.
Ramon, that Mike guy
from the other night.
- What about him?
- Where does he live?
- Around the
neighborhood, why?
- Who's Mike?
- Where does Mike live?
- Why do you
wanna know where he lives?
- Ramon, where does he live?
- Oh, shit!
It's him, isn't it?
It's the guy.
- Which guy?
- He did it.
- Did what?
- Ramon?
- I don't know where he lives,
but I do know where
he will be tonight.
- Where?
- Okay, what is happening here?
What are you guys talking about?
Not now, Tahlia
Ramon, where?
Where will he be?
- What are you doin' here?
- I came here for you.
- I thought I'd
never see you again.
- Not the case.
Celebrating all week long?
- Yeah.
They just keep dragging
me outta the house.
I wonder if this is more
for them than it is for me?
- About last time-
- Don't.
Don't worry about it.
It's cool that you're here.
- Well, I still owe you.
You wanna get outta here?
- Why don't we start
with an innocent beer,
and then we can figure the
rest of it out as we go,
is that okay?
- Beer it is.
- Shall we?
- Hello?
- Hi.
Are you at work?
- No, I couldn't go.
I was too worried about you.
Where are you?
- Still here.
- Oh.
Did you find him?
- Yeah, I found him.
- Why are you calling me?
- I...
There's a cop,
in case anything happens to me.
Can you contact him?
His name is Jackson Keller.
- And what the hell
am I gonna tell him?
- Just tell him I went for it.
He'll know what to do.
- Okay.
Okay.
Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.
- I was just wondering,
who were you
before all of this?
- Why does it matter?
- It does, it does matter.
I understand what you're doing.
I understand why you're
doing it, but I...
Is it worth it?
I mean, C, will you
even recognize yourself
after it's done?
Who were you back then?
Who did you used to be?
- I used to be a teacher.
And yes, it will be worth it.
- I'm leaving.
- Where are we going?
- My house.
I'm sorry, I know I don't
live in the best of places.
- I don't care.
- I keep trying to move,
but it's just really hard
when you're in my situation,
and you can just feel
the mistrust from people
when you're trying
to sign a new lease.
- I've seen worse.
- Here we are.
Everything okay?
- Is that the bathroom?
- Yeah, go for it.
I'm gonna pour us a drink.
- How long have you
been in the neighborhood?
- Oh, man, I grew up
in this neighborhood.
It's hard to leave
when you're from here.
I keep trying, though.
- Here, I
brought it back for you.
- Are they dead?
- What?
- Oh, god, they are!
Oh, my god, oh, my god!
Oh, god, what have I done?
Listen.
I won't ask you to forgive me.
I don't deserve it,
but please...
Please kill me.
Oh, god, please.
Please kill me, kill
me, please kill me.
Please kill me.
Please.
Please kill me.
Please, please.
Please, please, kill me, please.
Please!
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Just please.
- Did you do it?
- Please kill me.
- What do you need me to do?
- Call the cops.
I'm using all the
strength left in my body
not to pull the trigger.
- Where are you, C?
Where?
- At his house.
I'm-
- Please!
- I'm at his house.
- All right, send the address.
I will call them now,
and then I will come to you.
C?
C?
- Please.
- Okay.
- Please, please!
Please kill me, please, please!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Please!
Please just kill me.
Please.
Please, please, please, please.
I'm truly...
I'm sorry, please.
I'm sorry, please.
I'm sorry.
- Jesus
Christ, it's hot in here.
Crack a window, will ya?
- Do I know you?
- No.
- Yeah, I remember you now.
- Do you want to-
- Fuck off, dude!
Not interested.
- $16.50.
- Fuck!
- What's up, girl?
- Hangover.
You?
- Busy as fuck.
As you can see, this
place is so crowded.
- Is this any good?
- I've had better.
Healthy as always.
- Throw some of
those in, too, will you?
- Hey!
Should I come over later?
- Yeah, sure.
Fuck!
- Girl, what the fuck?
I've been knocking for hours.
- I'm sorry,
I fell asleep.
- You used all the
damn sugar, didn't you?
I knew it.
Girl!
- What?
- Nothing.
- Shall we?
- Yeah.
You have nice hair, C.
- Thanks.
- [Tahlia If I ever
have a daughter,
I want her to have
hair just like yours.
She's going to be fish as hell.
- I'm sure she will.
- I doubt I'll be a
good mother, though.
I'll probably forget the
damn child at the cashiers
while doin' groceries.
But for real,
I wanna be a mom someday.
Do you think I'll
be a good mother?
- I don't think I'm
the right person
to answer that question.
Who the fuck is that?
- Bitch, relax.
I called Ramon.
What's up, Ramon?
- Hey, Tahlia.
What's happenin'?
- Nothing much,
hangin' with my girl.
- I brought your shit.
What are you guys up to?
- Do you think I would
be a good mother?
- Can you be a mother?
- You don't need to
be a dick, Ramon.
- Hey, C.
- It's your turn, girl.
- What?
- I paid last time.
It's your turn.
- There should be some
money in my nightstand.
- Girl, I'm not
going to your room.
- Just go, Tahlia.
- Be right back, Ramon.
- How are you, Teach?
- I'm fucking fantastic, Ramon.
- Did you see my guy?
- Tomorrow.
- Cool.
Cool.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
Don't think I ever said
that to you before.
That's all.
- There you go.
- Gracias, chica.
- De nada, papi.
- I'm gonna head out.
All right, ladies.
You have my number if
you need more shit.
- He's a fucking hoe.
- He's a boy.
- Girl, he's a drug dealer.
He hasn't been a
boy for a long time.
I would fuck him...
I think.
Or maybe I'm just horny?
- You're in love with
your drug dealer.
Lord, help us.
Could we just open
that fucking thing?
Good evening, ma'am.
- Hey.
- Will that be all?
That'll be 16.50.
- Keep the change.
- Thanks, ma'am.
- Sorry, ma'am,
can't sleep here.
- My bad, I'll just...
What?
- I was talking to Brian.
- Who the fuck is Brian?
- Oh, he's one of
the security guards.
He works here some nights.
I was wondering...
I don't know how this works.
- Not gonna happen.
You're early.
- My bad, Ramon gave me your-
- Yeah, I know who you are.
Are you coming?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I'm good.
What's that smell, though?
- You wanna fuck me or not, man?
Fuck!
- What, did I do somethin'?
- Dude, I'm not
your fucking wife.
Fuck me like you mean it.
- What do you mean?
I don't have a wife.
- Okay.
I know I'm married
man when I see one.
I don't give a shit.
Okay, just, out.
Put your fucking clothes on.
- You know, you didn't have
to be such a bitch about it.
- That wasn't me being a bitch.
Just go home.
- Whatever!
- Bitch!
Did you walk here?
- Yeah.
- Bad night?
I remember when I had those.
You know where the bathroom is.
Go take a shower.
Feeling better?
You know you will sleep
here tonight, right?
Why the fuck are
you doin' this, C?
You're so much better than this.
I know you pretend
that you're not,
but I can see it.
It's in your eyes.
You're smart.
You're so much smarter than me.
I mean, you could be
whoever you wanna be.
I just don't know why
you choose to be this?
- Do you have any ice cream?
- You know I have it.
You can't fool me, you know?
- I know.
- More often than not, you
just ignore what's happening,
or what you're even feeling,
but there's always that
one that really hurts.
For me, it was the ones
that wanted me to fuck them.
But I guess you just pull
through and keep going.
I don't even like
to think about it,
so I know what you're feeling.
It's like you're driving
fast on this long road,
but then you remember them,
and it's like you keep getting
stopped at red lights over
and over again.
That's what it feels like.
Anyways, I did what I needed
to do for the surgery,
but it's all over now.
I'm out that life.
- How old is he now?
- He should be about nine.
- Hmm.
- The last time I saw
him was three years ago,
before I turned into
my fabulous self.
I wish my sister
wasn't such a bitch.
I really liked that
little piece of shit,
and he liked me, too.
But he is her son,
and it was her house.
Nothin' I could do about it.
- Do you have any regrets?
- If anyone would've
met me before this,
they wouldn't have been
meetin' the real me.
I sacrificed that part of my
life, you know, to find myself.
- Was it worth it?
- The sacrifice?
Yeah.
It was worth it.
- Thanks for letting
me crash last night.
- Don't mention it.
Hey!
You be good, okay?
- No promises.
- Bitch, behave!
- Hi.
I just got off work.
I was wondering if you-
- Beat it, lard ass.
- Oh.
Sorry.
- Fuck!
Get in.
- What?
- Get the fuck in!
Where do you live?
- It's just a few
minutes up the street.
That's cool.
- Hmm?
- I'm not sure how this goes.
Should I pay you first or-
- I'm not fucking you, dude,
just giving you a ride.
- Oh.
Okay.
Thanks for the ride.
- Sure.
- Oh.
By the way,
I'm John.
- John.
I know.
- Would you like to grab
a bite with me someday?
- Are you asking me on a date?
- I guess.
- Why the fuck do you
wanna go on a date with me?
- I don't know.
I just do.
- I'll think about it.
- Hello?
- Hi!
I'm sorry, I'm looking for John.
- John!
He'll be right out.
- Hi.
- You live with your mother?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I live with my mom.
Did I leave anything
in the car or-
- Were you serious
before I went...
Do you really wanna
go on a date with me?
- Yeah.
Yes.
- Are you free now?
- Now?
- Yeah.
- Sure.
I tried to leave a few
years back, you know?
I had this idea of how
I wanted my life to go,
but it didn't work out,
so I just came back to my mom.
It's fine.
It's okay.
Sorry.
I'm a little rusty.
I don't go out on many dates.
- I don't go out on many dates.
Does she treat you well?
- Who?
My mom?
- Hmm.
- Yeah, I guess.
She worries about me.
- Mothers do that.
They can't help it.
- What's your name, C?
I'm sorry.
- No, I'm sorry.
It's just...
Are you happy, John?
- Yes.
Sometimes.
What about you?
- Not really, no.
I survive, but just barely.
More often than not,
I'm just standing there.
Do you wanna get drunk?
- How long have you been
living in the neighborhood?
- I've always lived in the city.
I used to work in the area,
and then, two years ago,
decided to move here.
- Where did you work?
- Does it matter?
- I guess not.
I'm stuck here.
- I'm stuck here, too.
Hey, John?
- Yeah?
- I'm sorry I was so
nasty with you earlier.
- It's okay.
- So I just had a date.
- You shittin' me?
With whom?
- Some random guy.
- How was it?
- It was fine, I think.
- That's good.
It's been a minute
since you were...
Were you drunk?
- Moderately.
- Not workin' today?
Uh-oh, here comes competition.
- No, we don't go
for the same guys.
- Hmm.
Right.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Do you wanna have a good time?
- Yeah.
- Stop, fuck!
- No, no!
- Stop!
- No!
That's what I wanna do!
- Come on, man.
You're hurting me!
- No, I'm not!
Let me see the goods.
- Come on, stop!
- Let me see the goods.
Do you wanna see hurt?
I'll hurt you.
Come on.
- When a woman says no,
she means fucking no!
- What a fuckin' cunt!
Fuck, you're a-
- You're a what?
- Thank you.
- What the fuck do you
think you're doing?
- I
was just leavin'.
- This costs 20 bucks.
I'm gonna go now.
- Be careful out there.
- That was almost nice, C.
The bottle was $10, by the way.
- I know.
Go get some better shit for us.
- Smart ass.
- Fuck!
- Hell, yeah,
dude, that MILF is hot as fuck!
Yo, dude.
- Holy shit!
- Want a drink?
Oh, she's been havin' some fun.
- What are you looking for?
- Well, we were lookin'
for someone like you.
- You
remember me, slut?
I screwed you last
year, didn't I?
- No, not...
Mm-mmm, no, we haven't, no.
No, I'm not...
No, I'm not...
No, I...
No, I'm not...
- Come on, baby.
I want you to suck
my dick right now!
- No.
- Hell, yeah.
- No.
No!
- How
are you holding up?
- I've been through worse.
- I'd doubt that very much.
- What's your name?
- Samm.
- Don't worry about me, Samm.
You should see the other guy.
- You
know I'm gonna have to
bring you in, right?
- Hey, Samm, can
you do me a favor?
- Ma'am, it's too
late for this shit.
I just need to bring you in,
and-
- Can you bring
Captain Jackson to me, please?
- What?
- He's working
tonight, isn't he?
Can you bring him here, please?
- How do you know
Captain Jackson?
- Just bring him
here, Samm, please.
- Open the door.
- Sir!
- Open the fuckin' door.
Go.
Go!
What's your name, Officer?
- Samm.
Officer Samm.
- Not a word.
Hey.
- What happened to your face?
Are you okay?
- Yeah, fuck it, I'll be fine.
- Are you sure?
Can I do something?
Should I-
- Can you take a break?
- Sure, in like
15 minutes or so.
- Okay,
I'll be in my car.
- C?
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
See ya soon.
- Who are they?
Can I come in?
- Door's unlocked.
- Here.
- Thanks.
- What the hell happened
to your face, C?
- I'm okay.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Can we just talk
about something else?
- Thanks for the
other day, by the way.
It felt nice to have someone
to talk to, you know?
- Yeah.
Would you mind if we
just sat here for a bit?
- Sure.
- You're different
from everybody else.
I can tell.
I...
I have issues, you
know, like problems.
- I know.
Me, too.
I got them, too.
- It really did feel
nice to talk with you.
John?
- What is it?
- You know that's all I
can offer right now, right?
Talking.
That's all I have left.
- That's fine.
Talking is good.
We can just talk.
- We were just chillin'
at my house and stuff.
He left around three.
Bitch, where are you?
Oh, my god!
You're so far gone.
Where were you?
- What?
Fuck off!
- Whatever!
The fuck, Ramon?
- What?
- Where the hell are our drinks?
- Ah, I-
- Nevermind.
I'll get them myself.
- Yo, Teach.
- Yeah?
- Two of my buds wanna
get you for this dude.
- Who's the guy?
- Mike something.
I don't know.
Just some loser who
got a promotion.
- Where is he?
- Up for it?
They paid up front.
C?
The other guy I sent your way,
how did you know?
- I just did.
- What the fuck?
- Hey, don't look at me.
A girl's gotta work.
- Hey, what's up?
- Hey.
- Mike, right?
- Yeah.
- You can call me C.
- Hey, C.
- You want some?
- Nah, I'm good.
- My friend over there
told me you got a
promotion or something?
- Yeah.
It's not a big deal.
I just...
I'm gonna be working as
a manager at the store.
- Cool.
- Yeah, it's fine.
It's just a chance
to step up, you know?
- From all this?
Yeah, kind of.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
I've backed off
the hard stuff, so.
- What made you quit?
- Life.
I mean, no judgment.
Believe me, I'm not in a
position to judge anybody.
It's just that you do
some bat shit crazy stuff
when you're on that
junk, and, so...
And then, you regret it.
- Fuck.
How bad?
- Bad enough to
make me wanna quit,
and try to be better.
- To each his own, right?
- Look, I know why you're here.
I know what they're
trying to do.
- Yeah?
What are you gonna do?
You don't want it?
- No,
I don't think I can.
I told them not to, but-
- Hey, man,
we don't have to do
anything you don't wanna do.
I honestly don't give a shit.
They already paid me.
- Cool, cool.
It's just that it's
been a long time, so...
- We all have our baggage.
- We do.
You're very pretty, though.
You have one of those faces.
- What?
- I don't know,
relatable, I guess.
- You don't know me.
- I don't.
- Come on.
- I'm not comfortable.
- I got it.
Relax.
- Did I hurt you?
- Excuse me.
- Thank you.
I got your text.
Are you okay?
- I...
I found him.
- C-
- I found him!
I found him.
I found him.
- C, what happened?
You found who?
What are you talking about?
- I'm sorry.
- I'm here.
Talk to me.
- That's my husband.
And then, my baby.
My baby.
- Where are they?
- Two years ago, someone
broke into our house,
and he had a mask on, and...
And he...
He...
He forced himself on me.
And...
That's when my husband
walked in with our daughter.
And...
And...
That's when I heard the gun.
- C.
I'm sorry.
- It sticks with you.
You know?
- What?
- That feeling...
When he was inside me.
You can't forget that.
You change.
You change yourself to survive.
- So you say, you found him.
How?
- How do you think?
- I don't understand.
I mean...
Are you sure?
- Yes.
- And that's what you've
been doing this whole time.
- What else would I do?
- What's next?
What are you gonna do now?
- Hey, Jackson.
- Carol?
Oh, my god!
I almost didn't recognize you.
You look...
Well.
Better.
Oh, what are you doing here?
You found him, didn't you?
Is he still in the gang?
- I didn't see any necklace,
but, Jackson, it's him.
I know it.
- Did you change your mind?
Did you change your mind?
- No.
Did you?
- Very well.
I failed you back then,
but I won't fail you now.
- You gave me a place to start.
- But dangerous, Carol.
- I don't care.
- Do you still have it?
Do you still have the gun?
- Yes.
- Then go get it and
kill that motherfucker!
Go.
Just call me when it's done.
I'll deal with the rest.
Go on.
- Is he here?
- Ramon?
Yeah.
C.
- Everything's fine.
Ramon, that Mike guy
from the other night.
- What about him?
- Where does he live?
- Around the
neighborhood, why?
- Who's Mike?
- Where does Mike live?
- Why do you
wanna know where he lives?
- Ramon, where does he live?
- Oh, shit!
It's him, isn't it?
It's the guy.
- Which guy?
- He did it.
- Did what?
- Ramon?
- I don't know where he lives,
but I do know where
he will be tonight.
- Where?
- Okay, what is happening here?
What are you guys talking about?
Not now, Tahlia
Ramon, where?
Where will he be?
- What are you doin' here?
- I came here for you.
- I thought I'd
never see you again.
- Not the case.
Celebrating all week long?
- Yeah.
They just keep dragging
me outta the house.
I wonder if this is more
for them than it is for me?
- About last time-
- Don't.
Don't worry about it.
It's cool that you're here.
- Well, I still owe you.
You wanna get outta here?
- Why don't we start
with an innocent beer,
and then we can figure the
rest of it out as we go,
is that okay?
- Beer it is.
- Shall we?
- Hello?
- Hi.
Are you at work?
- No, I couldn't go.
I was too worried about you.
Where are you?
- Still here.
- Oh.
Did you find him?
- Yeah, I found him.
- Why are you calling me?
- I...
There's a cop,
in case anything happens to me.
Can you contact him?
His name is Jackson Keller.
- And what the hell
am I gonna tell him?
- Just tell him I went for it.
He'll know what to do.
- Okay.
Okay.
Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.
- I was just wondering,
who were you
before all of this?
- Why does it matter?
- It does, it does matter.
I understand what you're doing.
I understand why you're
doing it, but I...
Is it worth it?
I mean, C, will you
even recognize yourself
after it's done?
Who were you back then?
Who did you used to be?
- I used to be a teacher.
And yes, it will be worth it.
- I'm leaving.
- Where are we going?
- My house.
I'm sorry, I know I don't
live in the best of places.
- I don't care.
- I keep trying to move,
but it's just really hard
when you're in my situation,
and you can just feel
the mistrust from people
when you're trying
to sign a new lease.
- I've seen worse.
- Here we are.
Everything okay?
- Is that the bathroom?
- Yeah, go for it.
I'm gonna pour us a drink.
- How long have you
been in the neighborhood?
- Oh, man, I grew up
in this neighborhood.
It's hard to leave
when you're from here.
I keep trying, though.
- Here, I
brought it back for you.
- Are they dead?
- What?
- Oh, god, they are!
Oh, my god, oh, my god!
Oh, god, what have I done?
Listen.
I won't ask you to forgive me.
I don't deserve it,
but please...
Please kill me.
Oh, god, please.
Please kill me, kill
me, please kill me.
Please kill me.
Please.
Please kill me.
Please, please.
Please, please, kill me, please.
Please!
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Just please.
- Did you do it?
- Please kill me.
- What do you need me to do?
- Call the cops.
I'm using all the
strength left in my body
not to pull the trigger.
- Where are you, C?
Where?
- At his house.
I'm-
- Please!
- I'm at his house.
- All right, send the address.
I will call them now,
and then I will come to you.
C?
C?
- Please.
- Okay.
- Please, please!
Please kill me, please, please!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Please!
Please just kill me.
Please.
Please, please, please, please.
I'm truly...
I'm sorry, please.
I'm sorry, please.
I'm sorry.