- I'm just gonna go, okay? - Come on, girl. - You texted me. You know what's up. - Scottie. ROSE: Hey! Get your hands off of her! Come here, Casey.
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I thought you said we were picking up drugs for Pablo Chacon. I thought we were. Brad told me he was Pablo Chacon. ROSE: Why do you trust that guy? DAVID: I don't, okay? Can you guys stop bickering for five seconds? Okay, how did he even find us? - We don't know. - I don't know. PABLO: With this.
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Come on, man. We go back.
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- No way. No way! Still a free agent. - Mm. You son of a bitch! You lucky son of a bitch.
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Get in the car.
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- How did you make her so hot? - What's that?
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Kenny, come on! Let's go, man. We can't leave her, David. It's not right.
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I know a girl.
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- You have no regrets? - Nope. - Not one? - Nope. Ha, ha. I wish I did. To talk about something. Not one regret, huh? That's how I been living my whole life. I went to a tattoo artist, I was like: "This how I live. Can you put that on my body?" - And he did it. - Dad. - Not even a single letter? - No, I can't think of one. - I love all the letters, know what I'm saying? - Yeah. A lot of letters in the alphabet. How many? - It's in the 20s. - It's definitely in the 20s, I agree. Twenty-six, I think, if you count Y. - Do you have any questions for us, Scottie P? - Dad.
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- Yeah. - I would just count to three.
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- Count to three? - Yeah.
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- I'll see you. - Okay. Um...
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[SPEAKS IN SPANISH] Pablo Chacon. I'm here to pick up for Pablo Chacon. You are the White Gringo with the haircut of a donkey. Uh, yeah. Si.
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[GUNSHOTS] GUARD 2: We got runners!
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It was kind of a dick move.
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Yeah, you are. Take care.
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Namaste.
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13.6s
We do go back. But it's not college anymore. We're not selling lids out of my dorm room. And you owe me $43,000. I told you, I got robbed, Brad. They took everything I had, man. This week's drop, 22 grand of my money that I'd saved. I'm fucked.
