Bound (2023) Movie Script
1
Why?
Why?
Tell me why!
Because she should go!
I did it for her!
Go ahead, go. So fucked.
- I'm sorry. Don't!
- Fuck! Go away!
I-- I'm sorry.
You-- you're right.
I don't give a fuck.
Bella.
Bella!
Bells!
Bells!
Gotta clean.
Clean everything.
Gotta clean.
Gotta clean everything.
Gotta clean, gotta clean.
Gotta...
Give me the house keys.
Keep your truck keys,
take your drug shit,
and never come back.
Is this about school?
I told you--
Oh, fuckin' shit!
What the fuck are you--
I got big things going on
right now. What are you doing?
Keys.
Come on, Bells.
My pills?
No more.
I promise.
All this time...
I thought
they didn't like my work.
That's not possible.
I still have the first thing
you ever made me.
-The snake ashtray?
-Mm-hmm.
-You don't even smoke.
-Hmm.
We'll fix this.
I can't leave you.
You must.
Rosewater saffron ice cream?
I'll give you a minute.
It's okay, it's okay.
Oh, I'm not mad.
It's just grazed.
I love her like she's my own.
She is mine. All right?
Enjoy, fuckhead.
So that's the basement
I was talking about.
No one ever comes here.
Yeah, no shit. Why would they?
Relax.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
Come on.
Your dad isn't mad.
Gordy.
Gordy isn't mad.
Promise.
Come.
Bells. Bella!
Bella!
I wanna find something first.
Me and Papa made that.
Oh! Sorry.
That's why
I hid the letter!
Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
Okay? I'm sorry.
All right? Please.
She'll come back.
She always does.
Hmm?
-Hey, take it in!
-Get 'em.
Get 'em!
Hey! Yo, yo, yo, yo.
Come over here.
These ain't done yet,
but we got these right here.
If you want in,
you gotta put in.
Oh, shit! Okay, okay!
Let's party, then.
Who the fuck is "Not my dad"?
I don't know.
Fuck family, fuck you!
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh, shit.
-Yo!
-Fuck you.
Oh, whatever.
Yo, thanks for the BJ, slut.
Hey.
-Oh!
-What the fuck?
Fuck you!
Your attention, please.
All luggage and parcels...
Any items left unattended...
Thank you for your cooperation.
Hurry the fuck up!
Fuck.
Let's go,
let's go, let's go!
Here. All right,
thank you. Come back.
Uh, just call it three bucks.
All right, thank you.
Change. Coming right up.
- Tell me you want a plain coffee.
- -I want a job.
You got experience?
You sure? You got a rsum?
You're not instilling me
with a lot of confidence.
Look, if you speak,
you're hired.
- I speak.
- Great. Hop on.
Now?
Be right with you.
- I'm so sorry.
- No, no, no.
Now I know why
you don't have a resume.
I got to think on this.
Leave your cell number.
I don't have one.
Leave your landline, then.
Tomorrow you only make coffee.
Training starts at 5:00 a.m.
Got a place to stay?
I'm going to a restaurant
up a block.
Decompress, if you wanna join.
It's called Mother Duck.
It's the one next
to the women's shelter.
- Thanks.
- Bella.
Maybe tomorrow you can...
wear something a little less
like something I would wear.
Twenty-three.
I ain't counting all that.
Too much math.
Twenty-three?
Wait.
Anything else?
Hey, hey!
That's enough. Tuta loco.
Oh, oh!
What is that?
This is Bandit.
Looks like we got a mascot!
Do I owe you anything?
You can pay?
This bar is cash only.
Uh, no, pero, this, I like it.
It's cute. I take it.
Marta.
Bella.
What time do you guys close?
4:00, pero...
if they wanna party,
I take their money.
You live close by?
Mm-hmm.
Just up there.
Wait a minute.
It might rain again.
Bella, you're welcome here
anytime.
Just make sure you bring
Bandito with you.
Ow.
Hey!
Hey, hey!
You're sure you want her back?
Oh, just figure out
this location shit, okay?
What? What? Hey, hey.
No, no, no, no, no. Stop!
Goddamn it, Donnie, stop.
Get back. Just get back.
It's okay.
It's okay, little buddy.
Ugh!
You're okay. It's okay.
It's okay, boss. Don't worry.
You're all good. Come on.
There you go.
Come on. Out you go.
There you go.
Yeah, yeah.
See that?
Get in
the goddamn truck. Come on.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
You know,
you should smile a little more.
-Come on, that's not a smile.
-Hey.
You wanna leave
with all your teeth?
Excuse me?
I just told her that
-she has a really nice smile--
-We heard. We heard him, too.
I'll take a coffee, no cream,
no sugar, blacker than me,
and you can
give that to me frowning,
smoking a cigar, with a goddamn
cucumber sticking out your ear.
On me.
Anything else?
Yes, please.
-Switch.
-Can't take little harassment?
-Listen, remember,
everything gets...
-Rung.
I'll take a tall coffee.
Like hers.
- Black?
- -A little cream, one sugar.
But like hers.
- Tall, light cream, a little sweet.
- -Mm-hmm.
Uh, we need more
stirring sticks.
See you tomorrow.
Well, what do you think, huh?
She's a fucking mess.
Yo, when was
the last time you two fucked?
-That long?
-She's fucking sick.
You should get a side chick.
You dog.
Ooh-hoo!
-You deserve it.
-Shut up!
You take care of her.
She don't take care of you.
We all deserve a side chick.
Or a side dick,
if you're a girl.
Gordy.
Thanks again for today.
Allah would not be too proud.
All good though, right?
I'm taking you to the Duck.
Nice ink.
Don't judge me.
I'm not.
Weirdo.
Here you go.
You know him?
Nope.
You should've fired me.
I would've fired me.
Maybe.
Probably.
Well, it's a good thing
we're here to eat.
If I talk, will you talk?
Maybe.
Probably.
Why didn't you?
I saw that look.
That proud look.
Last time I saw that was...
ten years ago.
In a mirror.
I did two tours.
I did things that...
...I can never forget,
no matter how hard I try.
I came home to a wife...
and a boyfriend,
and kids who didn't even
recognize me.
Shit.
Yeah, it sucked.
But you gotta live, right?
Problem is,
I'm only good at two things.
Cards are illegal,
and I swore off guns.
Actually, physically...
destroyed mine.
Every last one.
You should've just
sold them.
Hmm.
I ran into a friend
who owned bars.
Hired me as a bouncer,
then, eventually,
as a porter after my shift.
I worked 16 hours a day,
seven days a week.
Partly for child support,
but mostly...
if I didn't stop, I didn't feel.
That's why you do that?
Ah, maybe.
Probably.
Point is,
these hands that did
the most horrific things,
upgraded to cleaning up
piss and puke.
It wasn't about anything
except moving,
and doing my small part,
until things got better.
Because things do get better.
How often do you see your kids?
When I was nine, my papa
hung himself from my treehouse.
You seem surprisingly
okay with that.
Gotta live, right?
This is my only family now.
This is Bandit.
Hey, little fella.
She's a girl.
Nice to meet you, ma'am.
Babe, I'm really sorry.
So, tomorrow,
you'll handle everything, okay?
Mm-hmm.
Need anything else?
What?
You're a shitty liar.
Surprisingly, I'm not worried.
See you tomorrow.
I don't need this.
It's not for you.
Let me guess.
That will be all.
Freeze!
Put your hands in the air.
And wave them
like you just don't care.
What's up, my brother?
How you doing?
My blood pressure.
You scared my friend.
Apologize.
I'm sorry, Mama. That--
That's my brother right there.
Hey,
you are forgetting something.
My bad.
-Thank you! We'll be back.
-All right, see you soon.
Hi.
Slow your roll,
this girl don't like to sweat.
I know you hungry.
Or do you only eat day-old
bagels from trash bags?
Peace offering
from yesterday?
That was payback
for the shit you pulled.
-Karma's a bitch. Like you.
-What do you want?
I have no idea.
But you look like
you could use a friend,
and I got a caretaker
personality, so.
I don't need a friend,
I don't need a sandwich,
and I don't need a stalker!
Girl, I'm gay as fuck.
And even if I was straight,
you ain't my type.
I like my girls with some
boom-bam power, baby.
And less bitchy.
That title always belongs to me.
Bet you've never met
a bigger bitch.
-Still undefeated.
-Congrats.
World's biggest bitch.
Wasn't a fat joke.
Power, baby.
You're so fucking weird.
-Bella.
-Standrick.
Nope. You are the Queen B.
Oh, well, where can two bitches
get a drink around here?
'Cause Queen B is thirsty.
Three bitches.
Look, if you got me, I got you.
Just give me a heads-up.
I got you. Otra Bichtini.
Ah ta.
Why do you call it a bitchtini?
Drink three of these,
you're gonna be a bitch.
Yeah, I'm gonna take
you up on that, all right?
You Dominican?
-Yeah.
-Well, then, I believe you.
Ouch.
No, he right.
I-- I heard that,
um, after tomorrow,
it's gonna be raining all week,
Bella.
Uh-huh.
Mm-hmm.
Arriba abajo.
Uh, no.
I already tore my jacket
on your wood branch welcome mat.
Shit ain't funny.
I made this.
It's one of a kind.
Is that what you wanna do?
It's what I do.
- For who?
- For me.
I think I liked you a lot better
when you barely spoke.
It's nice.
You should make them for people.
For money.
As soon as they give Black, gay,
poor people a chance, I will.
-So, you haven't actually tried.
-You don't get it, 'cause you--
I'm an artist, too.
A pretty, white girl
metal artist with talent.
My dad was a welder.
Child, I done seen it all.
Shit's about to get real,
isn't it?
Okay, talk to Mama.
Well, despite the bad
weather, not a bad day.
Um...
Do you think I can,
um...
oh, that's my friend.
Hello.
Girl, you didn't tell me
your boss was a hot
brown caramel macchiato.
- I'm right here.
- And I'm Standrick.
You were saying?
Uh, I was gonna see if I could
close the shop for you,
to repay your generosity.
No.
You should've just
asked to sleep on his couch,
instead of being all sneaky.
Shoot. I was about to ask
if I could sleep on his face.
Okay? Mm-mm.
You just said I should just ask.
Bringing home
a cutie like you
would confuse the shit
out of my mind.
-Especially since you white.
-I'm half Armenian.
Exactly. White.
Ask mamacita.
You think I'm cute?
Girl, I wouldn't touch you
with my ten-foot pole.
Now, Owais, on the other hand,
ooh, now that's the kind
of power I'm talking about.
Prale! No public displays
of touching yourself.
Keep messing, I'll pull out
my weapon of mess destruction.
You mean weapon
of mass destruction?
Dio mio.
You two need Jesus Christ
in your life or some sh--
Oh, I don't pray. I'm gay.
So, Bella, how's your place?
It's great.
You think I'm stupid?
Hmm?
You homeless?
No. Bella,
are you homeless?
I can't hear you.
Yes, I'm homeless.
You're homel--
I can't hear you.
- Yes, I'm homeless.
- Okay.
You can stay downstairs,
on the couch in the basement
until you find a place,
all right?
We're gonna fix it.
White people be gettin'
all the breaks.
You done put it out
in the universe
four minutes ago,
and you already
getting free shit.
Free?
- Bravo, now, come.
- Fuck you guys.
- Nice to meet you.
- Oh. Oh!
Bella?
Oh, Bella's got your beer!
More beer.
- Hmm!
- Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
We got rules here.
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up.
This is yours.
When you're not sleeping here,
it will be more.
A lot more.
So, we keep you off the books.
That means,
you know, you work
here, pero you don't work here.
Comprende?
And the most important thing.
Mrame.
You only stay here
in the nighttime.
Okay? I don't care.
You're tired,
you're sick, you're cold,
you're hungry, you're dying.
-You not be here.
-Why?
Because.
You're not the only person
working here
off the books, okay?
Also, um, your boss stopped by.
He said go in at noon.
Oh!
I will call you. I will
wake you up tomorrow, okay?
Buenas noches!
Bandit.
Thank you.
-We need more.
-Mm-hmm.
Sorry, excuse me,
sorry, sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Sorry!
-Hi!
-I take it you got in?
No.
Hey, I got this.
Hang this up.
Make way, let's work!
Oh!
-Hey.
-Hey.
Mr. Ugh-bleh gave me this
for my nose ring.
-I would wash it.
-Let's split it.
- Ah!
- Thank you.
Good night.
You're right.
This belongs to you.
- Excuse me?
- Oh.
Where's the other guy?
My brother is no longer with us.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's okay.
-He was really nice.
-He was a good man.
Do you need any...
It's okay.
What was his name?
-Shoaib.
-Shoaib.
This is his.
Now that you're working
two jobs,
you can afford to pay
for your drinks.
Girl, I'm saving you a shit-ton
on clothes that don't fit you.
-Nephew?
-Son.
See, I knew it. Girl, you--
Girl, uh-uh! Talk to me.
They in the D.R.,
with their abuelita.
Um, same papi. Uh, but he's,
uh, not around anymore.
What happened? You kill him?
Aye.
If you tell ICE,
I'm gonna have to kill you.
Girl, if I bust you,
who's gonna give me free drinks?
Bueno.
Looks like we got each
other by the cojones, then.
If you had cojones,
I'd hit it.
You know, we could get married.
Get you your green card.
Nobody gonna believe that shit!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom.
Bells.
Yeah.
Come on, come on, Come on.
Baby, what are you--
what are you doing?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You gotta sit back down.
All right? You need your rest.
I'll be back.
What?
Shh! Stop! What?
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Stop, stop! Stop.
Shh. Donnie!
Shut up!
Stop! Grab her legs!
Grab her legs, now!
- She isn't here?
- No.
Bueno. Stay. We worry together.
Yeah.
Come on, baby,
I got you your favorite.
Just eat. Come on,
baby, please, just eat.
Just take a little bite.
Come on.
Eat! God damn it!
Come here!
Shit. I'm sorry, all right?
All I want you to do is eat.
That's it, just fuckin' eat.
Shit.
I'm sorry, baby.
Aah!
Mom. Listen.
Let's go.
Mom! Mom.
Hey, this is good.
It's really good.
Yes, um, missing persons.
Si, I am a-- a friend.
Luana!
But why do you need my name?
Si l quiere coger contigo,
dale, esta bien.
I'm not missing.
It's my-- my friend is--
Bad shit happened to this one.
So, take good care of her.
I, um-- uh, never mind.
No, she just walked
in the door now.
The fuck?
He's just leaving.
Get to work.
Where are you going?
Oh.
What the-- oh, my God.
Fuck.
Why you not text?
You're late.
Busy. A lot of bars
cleaning money.
What? What the--
What? What? What'd I do?
Uh, Nothing. Nothing.
It's okay. It's okay.
- You started this.
- Pero, you didn't stop.
What?
You have no idea?
Mm-mm.
Go.
You owe me some shoes, bitch.
Play nice, now.
I'm relieved to see you,
pero, remember,
when you first came here,
I only had one rule, I said--
-You fucking slut!
-Hey! Hey!
- I said, nice!
- Coo, qu te pasa? Loca!
-I saw you fuck him!
-I can fuck whoever I want.
- What--
- Talk this shit out!
My shitty fucking stepdad!
What?
Gordy Patterson
is my fucking stepdad.
Go.
What?
Go. Now.
You have no fucking idea!
- No, you don't.
Look, I know you
all emotional right now,
but wake the fuck up.
The girl ain't got no choice.
She does.
And she chose his dick.
Some people
can't pick their boss.
-That's just business, honey.
-Then start over!
She already did! You can,
because you young,
pretty, and mostly white.
People will give you
plenty of opportunities
without having
to spread your legs.
Maybe they help me because they
see me take chances.
-I don't take chances?
-"I'm too gay, too Black,
too poor, too whatever!"
Every time I step out my door,
I'm taking a chance.
Well, you still work
at the Save & Rave.
And you've still got
a giant fucking rip
in your one-of-a-kind jacket!
-Standrick--
-No. No. True colors.
It's cold. But, cool off.
My grandparents lived
here.
It was my dad and Gordy's
favorite bar.
It had a different name.
It was always dead.
So they'd let me in.
-I'm turning him in.
-Then you turn Marta in.
Yeah, but I'm saving my mom.
You got dealt
a shit hand.
And so did Marta.
But she risked
everything for you.
My mom is dying.
I know. It's sad.
But we have to do things
the right way,
or we all end up alone.
I guess you would know.
This is temporary.
I don't need him.
Or this.
You need food.
You need sleep.
You need a new perspective.
And you need to stop
acting like a bitch.
Eat.
Oh, no.
Hey.
Two years ago,
he caught me stealing.
And I was so scared.
So I did what I did.
-And now I have no other choice.
-There is always a choice.
Well, my choice is either
to take it for three minutes,
-or to be hiding in the D.R.
-With your family.
Why don't any of you
wanna be with your families?
It's not that I don't
want to be with my family.
-It's your husband?
-My husband is dead.
-Okay.
-Because I killed him.
If I get caught,
I die in jail.
I'm sorry.
But I'm not sorry.
- Gotta do something.
- Get guns.
-Go all Thelma and Louise.
-No guns.
True. They do die in the end.
Where are you going?
-Home.
-Home?
I need to focus. Think clearly.
Hey. You okay?
Para eso, I'm so sick
of cleaning your mess.
- I'm sorry. I'm stressed.
- I know.
Oh, Stanley.
Mira, I know it's your
day off, pero,
I need you to do
me a favor, okay?
That guy, he left his ID again.
You work here?
Uh, Gordy, Stanney.
Stanney, Gordy.
Gordy, this is his artwork.
Excuse me.
Girl, calm down.
- Let me go!
- No.
- Or I will stab you.
- I have a better idea.
You okay?
You seem, um...
a little frazzled.
-I'm working.
-You a liar?
Hmm?
Next time you make
changes to my bar
or hire someone, you tell me.
You gonna squeeze
'til it fall off?
Hey!
Hey.
What the fuck?
I'd look for me, too,
if I wasn't me.
Where's my fuckin' keys?
Marta? Shit.
Where is it?
Come on. Uh...
- Come on. Get over here.
- Gordy!
-Ooh! I knew you liked me.
-This ain't funny.
-Girl, I ain't laughing.
-I ain't no girl.
-I know.
-Gordy!
Look. Fuck.
Shit.
-Oh!
-But I just got back.
Fuck you!
Okay, everybody, thank you.
Good night. Thank you. Bye. Bye.
Hey, any news?
Fuck you, come on. Goddamn it.
Bells, relax, all right?
You and me,
we can talk this shit out,
right?
Come on.
Seriously.
Give me the--
I don't give a shit fuck.
Listen, you can have your mom,
but they took over the house.
Fuck.
Fine. Then I get the bar.
They own that too.
Okay. Okay...
I'll figure something out.
And we got a deal?
No. What the fuck are you doing?
Shit.
Fuck.
Yo, I need a fucking ride.
Yeah, let's do this shit.
-Come on. Let's go.
-Let's go.
Yeah, I saw them.
-Get some rest, okay?
-Shh.
Ah!
All right. Do we want
a croissant or a scone?
No!
After my brother's
funeral, when everyone left,
I stayed.
I stood over his grave
and I promised him
that I'd take care of you like--
like he took care of me.
And I did.
You had food, you had clothes.
-You had every weird animal...
-You turned our house
into a drug den!
It's not my fucking fault!
I took care-- I took care,
I provided for you.
Look at her.
Baby, baby, baby, baby.
No, no, no, it's okay,
it's okay, you're okay.
You left. You left.
You left. You, you, you. You!
Give me that. Look at her.
Look at her. Open your
fucking eyes and look at her.
You left her. I stayed.
Mama!
You liar!
You fucking liar.
Stop! Stop! Stop, Stop! Stop!
She didn't know.
She's just my boss.
We fucking hate each other.
Yes, I hate her!
I don't even know her!
She's just cute,
she makes me money.
That's it. I swear.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry.
I'm a good person.
Yes, yes,
you're a good person.
I take care...
of you and you and you.
I provide.
I'm a good person. You said it.
I'm a good person.
I'm-- I'm a good person.
I'm good--
Get out of here! Go!
- I'm a good--
- Gordy!
-What?
-Mama?
Look what you did.
You left.
I stayed.
I got you.
I'm gonna take care of you now.
Gordy?
You and me.
Let me go.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no.
Girl, you need to rest.
Mom.
It's okay.
Don't touch me.
- Go away.
- What?
Get out of here.
No. Bella,
you need us right now.
No. You need me.
You all talk, no action
chickenshit faggot!
And you.
Where were you?
Where?
I don't need any of you!
Get out of here now!
What the fuck?
Yeva?
Fuck!
Yeah.
Been driving around
all fucking night, man.
Dude, she's gone.
They're fucking gone, vanished.
I'm sorry, man.
Your shot.
Did you do something?
-Hmm?
-No.
-Did you do something, Donnie?
-No.
-Are you lying to me?
-No, man. No.
Are you lfucking ying to me?
Hmm?
Then who fucked up that ship?
Huh? Who!
Fucking who?
I did. I did. I fucked it up.
But just the shop, I swear.
I swear.
No!
Why, man? Why?
I remember...
when I found him...
swinging...
I didn't understand how.
Now I do.
You have one minute
for your pity party,
and then we have to go to work.
We got a lot of things to do
and I need you.
-I can't.
-Yes.
-I can't do this.
-You can. You're tough.
See these hands?
They make beautiful art
out of garbage.
-That's different.
-No, it's not different.
That's life, mami.
We need help.
Sorry.
Hey, buddy,
you gonna go?
Marta.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hi, hi, hi. Uh, listen,
I'm looking for my wife.
I think she could've
been brought in there.
Her name is Yeva Patterson.
Yeah, sure, no problem.
I'll hold, I'll hold.
Yes, yes, I'm here. I'm here.
- Can't text back?
- Been busy.
Doing what?
You don't do anything.
You need to work on
your delivery.
But you do speak some truth.
I was wasting my talented ass,
so I was getting
my shit together.
-By quitting your job?
-To apply to school.
-School doesn't start until--
-I know, but I said applied.
And I'm making clothes.
Not selling yet, but I'm making.
So how's that
working out for you?
I'm fucking broke.
What you think?
I made this, though.
It's a scarf that can connect
and turn into a hoodie.
I'll call it a "scoodie."
Seen Owais?
No.
Missed you, bitch.
Look, we getting vengeance on
this motherfucker or what?
You gonna wear your bright
purple hoodie to a stakeout?
Well, like I said,
talented as fuck.
Now, give the queen bee a gun.
Am I supposed to drown a bitch?
It's set.
Here.
He's here.
Ask her. She's the one
who does the ledger.
She's the one who closed
the damn bar.
I closed the bar
when you stole $68,000.
And how much of that
went to your family, huh?
-Nothing.
-Oh, you're fucking lying.
-She's fucking lying.
-Why didn't you talk?
'Cause she's your favorite.
Is this true?
Come on.
- I-- I--
- Marta?
Marta.
She didn't take it.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
That's my baby girl.
No.
I'm not.
Proof is buried there.
All right, all right, all right.
I would never fucking--
What the fuck is this?
You fucking kidding me?
You can't unsee this.
What are you doing?
Bella.
Bella, it's over, let's go.
What?
Ah!
I don't steal,
I help-- I help people.
I'm good! I'm good!
I'm good! I'm good!
No!
Hide! Call the cops!
Go.
Fucking Donnie.
Fucking liar.
Bandit, go. Go.
I said go! Fuck!
I know you're up there.
Ah!
Ah!
Stop. Fucking stop.
Goddamn it! Stop it.
Get this off of me.
What now?
Gordy.
It's over.
You gotta help me out
with this one, brother.
I'm sorry.
I failed him.
No. No.
Gordy! Gordy, stop.
Gordy.
Gordy.
Dad.
Dad!
Bells?
Dad!
What's up, bitches?
I'll meet you guys there.
And don't forget Bandit.
I needed to do something.
Why?
Why?
Tell me why!
Because she should go!
I did it for her!
Go ahead, go. So fucked.
- I'm sorry. Don't!
- Fuck! Go away!
I-- I'm sorry.
You-- you're right.
I don't give a fuck.
Bella.
Bella!
Bells!
Bells!
Gotta clean.
Clean everything.
Gotta clean.
Gotta clean everything.
Gotta clean, gotta clean.
Gotta...
Give me the house keys.
Keep your truck keys,
take your drug shit,
and never come back.
Is this about school?
I told you--
Oh, fuckin' shit!
What the fuck are you--
I got big things going on
right now. What are you doing?
Keys.
Come on, Bells.
My pills?
No more.
I promise.
All this time...
I thought
they didn't like my work.
That's not possible.
I still have the first thing
you ever made me.
-The snake ashtray?
-Mm-hmm.
-You don't even smoke.
-Hmm.
We'll fix this.
I can't leave you.
You must.
Rosewater saffron ice cream?
I'll give you a minute.
It's okay, it's okay.
Oh, I'm not mad.
It's just grazed.
I love her like she's my own.
She is mine. All right?
Enjoy, fuckhead.
So that's the basement
I was talking about.
No one ever comes here.
Yeah, no shit. Why would they?
Relax.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
Come on.
Your dad isn't mad.
Gordy.
Gordy isn't mad.
Promise.
Come.
Bells. Bella!
Bella!
I wanna find something first.
Me and Papa made that.
Oh! Sorry.
That's why
I hid the letter!
Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
Okay? I'm sorry.
All right? Please.
She'll come back.
She always does.
Hmm?
-Hey, take it in!
-Get 'em.
Get 'em!
Hey! Yo, yo, yo, yo.
Come over here.
These ain't done yet,
but we got these right here.
If you want in,
you gotta put in.
Oh, shit! Okay, okay!
Let's party, then.
Who the fuck is "Not my dad"?
I don't know.
Fuck family, fuck you!
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh, shit.
-Yo!
-Fuck you.
Oh, whatever.
Yo, thanks for the BJ, slut.
Hey.
-Oh!
-What the fuck?
Fuck you!
Your attention, please.
All luggage and parcels...
Any items left unattended...
Thank you for your cooperation.
Hurry the fuck up!
Fuck.
Let's go,
let's go, let's go!
Here. All right,
thank you. Come back.
Uh, just call it three bucks.
All right, thank you.
Change. Coming right up.
- Tell me you want a plain coffee.
- -I want a job.
You got experience?
You sure? You got a rsum?
You're not instilling me
with a lot of confidence.
Look, if you speak,
you're hired.
- I speak.
- Great. Hop on.
Now?
Be right with you.
- I'm so sorry.
- No, no, no.
Now I know why
you don't have a resume.
I got to think on this.
Leave your cell number.
I don't have one.
Leave your landline, then.
Tomorrow you only make coffee.
Training starts at 5:00 a.m.
Got a place to stay?
I'm going to a restaurant
up a block.
Decompress, if you wanna join.
It's called Mother Duck.
It's the one next
to the women's shelter.
- Thanks.
- Bella.
Maybe tomorrow you can...
wear something a little less
like something I would wear.
Twenty-three.
I ain't counting all that.
Too much math.
Twenty-three?
Wait.
Anything else?
Hey, hey!
That's enough. Tuta loco.
Oh, oh!
What is that?
This is Bandit.
Looks like we got a mascot!
Do I owe you anything?
You can pay?
This bar is cash only.
Uh, no, pero, this, I like it.
It's cute. I take it.
Marta.
Bella.
What time do you guys close?
4:00, pero...
if they wanna party,
I take their money.
You live close by?
Mm-hmm.
Just up there.
Wait a minute.
It might rain again.
Bella, you're welcome here
anytime.
Just make sure you bring
Bandito with you.
Ow.
Hey!
Hey, hey!
You're sure you want her back?
Oh, just figure out
this location shit, okay?
What? What? Hey, hey.
No, no, no, no, no. Stop!
Goddamn it, Donnie, stop.
Get back. Just get back.
It's okay.
It's okay, little buddy.
Ugh!
You're okay. It's okay.
It's okay, boss. Don't worry.
You're all good. Come on.
There you go.
Come on. Out you go.
There you go.
Yeah, yeah.
See that?
Get in
the goddamn truck. Come on.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
You know,
you should smile a little more.
-Come on, that's not a smile.
-Hey.
You wanna leave
with all your teeth?
Excuse me?
I just told her that
-she has a really nice smile--
-We heard. We heard him, too.
I'll take a coffee, no cream,
no sugar, blacker than me,
and you can
give that to me frowning,
smoking a cigar, with a goddamn
cucumber sticking out your ear.
On me.
Anything else?
Yes, please.
-Switch.
-Can't take little harassment?
-Listen, remember,
everything gets...
-Rung.
I'll take a tall coffee.
Like hers.
- Black?
- -A little cream, one sugar.
But like hers.
- Tall, light cream, a little sweet.
- -Mm-hmm.
Uh, we need more
stirring sticks.
See you tomorrow.
Well, what do you think, huh?
She's a fucking mess.
Yo, when was
the last time you two fucked?
-That long?
-She's fucking sick.
You should get a side chick.
You dog.
Ooh-hoo!
-You deserve it.
-Shut up!
You take care of her.
She don't take care of you.
We all deserve a side chick.
Or a side dick,
if you're a girl.
Gordy.
Thanks again for today.
Allah would not be too proud.
All good though, right?
I'm taking you to the Duck.
Nice ink.
Don't judge me.
I'm not.
Weirdo.
Here you go.
You know him?
Nope.
You should've fired me.
I would've fired me.
Maybe.
Probably.
Well, it's a good thing
we're here to eat.
If I talk, will you talk?
Maybe.
Probably.
Why didn't you?
I saw that look.
That proud look.
Last time I saw that was...
ten years ago.
In a mirror.
I did two tours.
I did things that...
...I can never forget,
no matter how hard I try.
I came home to a wife...
and a boyfriend,
and kids who didn't even
recognize me.
Shit.
Yeah, it sucked.
But you gotta live, right?
Problem is,
I'm only good at two things.
Cards are illegal,
and I swore off guns.
Actually, physically...
destroyed mine.
Every last one.
You should've just
sold them.
Hmm.
I ran into a friend
who owned bars.
Hired me as a bouncer,
then, eventually,
as a porter after my shift.
I worked 16 hours a day,
seven days a week.
Partly for child support,
but mostly...
if I didn't stop, I didn't feel.
That's why you do that?
Ah, maybe.
Probably.
Point is,
these hands that did
the most horrific things,
upgraded to cleaning up
piss and puke.
It wasn't about anything
except moving,
and doing my small part,
until things got better.
Because things do get better.
How often do you see your kids?
When I was nine, my papa
hung himself from my treehouse.
You seem surprisingly
okay with that.
Gotta live, right?
This is my only family now.
This is Bandit.
Hey, little fella.
She's a girl.
Nice to meet you, ma'am.
Babe, I'm really sorry.
So, tomorrow,
you'll handle everything, okay?
Mm-hmm.
Need anything else?
What?
You're a shitty liar.
Surprisingly, I'm not worried.
See you tomorrow.
I don't need this.
It's not for you.
Let me guess.
That will be all.
Freeze!
Put your hands in the air.
And wave them
like you just don't care.
What's up, my brother?
How you doing?
My blood pressure.
You scared my friend.
Apologize.
I'm sorry, Mama. That--
That's my brother right there.
Hey,
you are forgetting something.
My bad.
-Thank you! We'll be back.
-All right, see you soon.
Hi.
Slow your roll,
this girl don't like to sweat.
I know you hungry.
Or do you only eat day-old
bagels from trash bags?
Peace offering
from yesterday?
That was payback
for the shit you pulled.
-Karma's a bitch. Like you.
-What do you want?
I have no idea.
But you look like
you could use a friend,
and I got a caretaker
personality, so.
I don't need a friend,
I don't need a sandwich,
and I don't need a stalker!
Girl, I'm gay as fuck.
And even if I was straight,
you ain't my type.
I like my girls with some
boom-bam power, baby.
And less bitchy.
That title always belongs to me.
Bet you've never met
a bigger bitch.
-Still undefeated.
-Congrats.
World's biggest bitch.
Wasn't a fat joke.
Power, baby.
You're so fucking weird.
-Bella.
-Standrick.
Nope. You are the Queen B.
Oh, well, where can two bitches
get a drink around here?
'Cause Queen B is thirsty.
Three bitches.
Look, if you got me, I got you.
Just give me a heads-up.
I got you. Otra Bichtini.
Ah ta.
Why do you call it a bitchtini?
Drink three of these,
you're gonna be a bitch.
Yeah, I'm gonna take
you up on that, all right?
You Dominican?
-Yeah.
-Well, then, I believe you.
Ouch.
No, he right.
I-- I heard that,
um, after tomorrow,
it's gonna be raining all week,
Bella.
Uh-huh.
Mm-hmm.
Arriba abajo.
Uh, no.
I already tore my jacket
on your wood branch welcome mat.
Shit ain't funny.
I made this.
It's one of a kind.
Is that what you wanna do?
It's what I do.
- For who?
- For me.
I think I liked you a lot better
when you barely spoke.
It's nice.
You should make them for people.
For money.
As soon as they give Black, gay,
poor people a chance, I will.
-So, you haven't actually tried.
-You don't get it, 'cause you--
I'm an artist, too.
A pretty, white girl
metal artist with talent.
My dad was a welder.
Child, I done seen it all.
Shit's about to get real,
isn't it?
Okay, talk to Mama.
Well, despite the bad
weather, not a bad day.
Um...
Do you think I can,
um...
oh, that's my friend.
Hello.
Girl, you didn't tell me
your boss was a hot
brown caramel macchiato.
- I'm right here.
- And I'm Standrick.
You were saying?
Uh, I was gonna see if I could
close the shop for you,
to repay your generosity.
No.
You should've just
asked to sleep on his couch,
instead of being all sneaky.
Shoot. I was about to ask
if I could sleep on his face.
Okay? Mm-mm.
You just said I should just ask.
Bringing home
a cutie like you
would confuse the shit
out of my mind.
-Especially since you white.
-I'm half Armenian.
Exactly. White.
Ask mamacita.
You think I'm cute?
Girl, I wouldn't touch you
with my ten-foot pole.
Now, Owais, on the other hand,
ooh, now that's the kind
of power I'm talking about.
Prale! No public displays
of touching yourself.
Keep messing, I'll pull out
my weapon of mess destruction.
You mean weapon
of mass destruction?
Dio mio.
You two need Jesus Christ
in your life or some sh--
Oh, I don't pray. I'm gay.
So, Bella, how's your place?
It's great.
You think I'm stupid?
Hmm?
You homeless?
No. Bella,
are you homeless?
I can't hear you.
Yes, I'm homeless.
You're homel--
I can't hear you.
- Yes, I'm homeless.
- Okay.
You can stay downstairs,
on the couch in the basement
until you find a place,
all right?
We're gonna fix it.
White people be gettin'
all the breaks.
You done put it out
in the universe
four minutes ago,
and you already
getting free shit.
Free?
- Bravo, now, come.
- Fuck you guys.
- Nice to meet you.
- Oh. Oh!
Bella?
Oh, Bella's got your beer!
More beer.
- Hmm!
- Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
We got rules here.
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up.
This is yours.
When you're not sleeping here,
it will be more.
A lot more.
So, we keep you off the books.
That means,
you know, you work
here, pero you don't work here.
Comprende?
And the most important thing.
Mrame.
You only stay here
in the nighttime.
Okay? I don't care.
You're tired,
you're sick, you're cold,
you're hungry, you're dying.
-You not be here.
-Why?
Because.
You're not the only person
working here
off the books, okay?
Also, um, your boss stopped by.
He said go in at noon.
Oh!
I will call you. I will
wake you up tomorrow, okay?
Buenas noches!
Bandit.
Thank you.
-We need more.
-Mm-hmm.
Sorry, excuse me,
sorry, sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Sorry!
-Hi!
-I take it you got in?
No.
Hey, I got this.
Hang this up.
Make way, let's work!
Oh!
-Hey.
-Hey.
Mr. Ugh-bleh gave me this
for my nose ring.
-I would wash it.
-Let's split it.
- Ah!
- Thank you.
Good night.
You're right.
This belongs to you.
- Excuse me?
- Oh.
Where's the other guy?
My brother is no longer with us.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's okay.
-He was really nice.
-He was a good man.
Do you need any...
It's okay.
What was his name?
-Shoaib.
-Shoaib.
This is his.
Now that you're working
two jobs,
you can afford to pay
for your drinks.
Girl, I'm saving you a shit-ton
on clothes that don't fit you.
-Nephew?
-Son.
See, I knew it. Girl, you--
Girl, uh-uh! Talk to me.
They in the D.R.,
with their abuelita.
Um, same papi. Uh, but he's,
uh, not around anymore.
What happened? You kill him?
Aye.
If you tell ICE,
I'm gonna have to kill you.
Girl, if I bust you,
who's gonna give me free drinks?
Bueno.
Looks like we got each
other by the cojones, then.
If you had cojones,
I'd hit it.
You know, we could get married.
Get you your green card.
Nobody gonna believe that shit!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom.
Bells.
Yeah.
Come on, come on, Come on.
Baby, what are you--
what are you doing?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You gotta sit back down.
All right? You need your rest.
I'll be back.
What?
Shh! Stop! What?
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Stop, stop! Stop.
Shh. Donnie!
Shut up!
Stop! Grab her legs!
Grab her legs, now!
- She isn't here?
- No.
Bueno. Stay. We worry together.
Yeah.
Come on, baby,
I got you your favorite.
Just eat. Come on,
baby, please, just eat.
Just take a little bite.
Come on.
Eat! God damn it!
Come here!
Shit. I'm sorry, all right?
All I want you to do is eat.
That's it, just fuckin' eat.
Shit.
I'm sorry, baby.
Aah!
Mom. Listen.
Let's go.
Mom! Mom.
Hey, this is good.
It's really good.
Yes, um, missing persons.
Si, I am a-- a friend.
Luana!
But why do you need my name?
Si l quiere coger contigo,
dale, esta bien.
I'm not missing.
It's my-- my friend is--
Bad shit happened to this one.
So, take good care of her.
I, um-- uh, never mind.
No, she just walked
in the door now.
The fuck?
He's just leaving.
Get to work.
Where are you going?
Oh.
What the-- oh, my God.
Fuck.
Why you not text?
You're late.
Busy. A lot of bars
cleaning money.
What? What the--
What? What? What'd I do?
Uh, Nothing. Nothing.
It's okay. It's okay.
- You started this.
- Pero, you didn't stop.
What?
You have no idea?
Mm-mm.
Go.
You owe me some shoes, bitch.
Play nice, now.
I'm relieved to see you,
pero, remember,
when you first came here,
I only had one rule, I said--
-You fucking slut!
-Hey! Hey!
- I said, nice!
- Coo, qu te pasa? Loca!
-I saw you fuck him!
-I can fuck whoever I want.
- What--
- Talk this shit out!
My shitty fucking stepdad!
What?
Gordy Patterson
is my fucking stepdad.
Go.
What?
Go. Now.
You have no fucking idea!
- No, you don't.
Look, I know you
all emotional right now,
but wake the fuck up.
The girl ain't got no choice.
She does.
And she chose his dick.
Some people
can't pick their boss.
-That's just business, honey.
-Then start over!
She already did! You can,
because you young,
pretty, and mostly white.
People will give you
plenty of opportunities
without having
to spread your legs.
Maybe they help me because they
see me take chances.
-I don't take chances?
-"I'm too gay, too Black,
too poor, too whatever!"
Every time I step out my door,
I'm taking a chance.
Well, you still work
at the Save & Rave.
And you've still got
a giant fucking rip
in your one-of-a-kind jacket!
-Standrick--
-No. No. True colors.
It's cold. But, cool off.
My grandparents lived
here.
It was my dad and Gordy's
favorite bar.
It had a different name.
It was always dead.
So they'd let me in.
-I'm turning him in.
-Then you turn Marta in.
Yeah, but I'm saving my mom.
You got dealt
a shit hand.
And so did Marta.
But she risked
everything for you.
My mom is dying.
I know. It's sad.
But we have to do things
the right way,
or we all end up alone.
I guess you would know.
This is temporary.
I don't need him.
Or this.
You need food.
You need sleep.
You need a new perspective.
And you need to stop
acting like a bitch.
Eat.
Oh, no.
Hey.
Two years ago,
he caught me stealing.
And I was so scared.
So I did what I did.
-And now I have no other choice.
-There is always a choice.
Well, my choice is either
to take it for three minutes,
-or to be hiding in the D.R.
-With your family.
Why don't any of you
wanna be with your families?
It's not that I don't
want to be with my family.
-It's your husband?
-My husband is dead.
-Okay.
-Because I killed him.
If I get caught,
I die in jail.
I'm sorry.
But I'm not sorry.
- Gotta do something.
- Get guns.
-Go all Thelma and Louise.
-No guns.
True. They do die in the end.
Where are you going?
-Home.
-Home?
I need to focus. Think clearly.
Hey. You okay?
Para eso, I'm so sick
of cleaning your mess.
- I'm sorry. I'm stressed.
- I know.
Oh, Stanley.
Mira, I know it's your
day off, pero,
I need you to do
me a favor, okay?
That guy, he left his ID again.
You work here?
Uh, Gordy, Stanney.
Stanney, Gordy.
Gordy, this is his artwork.
Excuse me.
Girl, calm down.
- Let me go!
- No.
- Or I will stab you.
- I have a better idea.
You okay?
You seem, um...
a little frazzled.
-I'm working.
-You a liar?
Hmm?
Next time you make
changes to my bar
or hire someone, you tell me.
You gonna squeeze
'til it fall off?
Hey!
Hey.
What the fuck?
I'd look for me, too,
if I wasn't me.
Where's my fuckin' keys?
Marta? Shit.
Where is it?
Come on. Uh...
- Come on. Get over here.
- Gordy!
-Ooh! I knew you liked me.
-This ain't funny.
-Girl, I ain't laughing.
-I ain't no girl.
-I know.
-Gordy!
Look. Fuck.
Shit.
-Oh!
-But I just got back.
Fuck you!
Okay, everybody, thank you.
Good night. Thank you. Bye. Bye.
Hey, any news?
Fuck you, come on. Goddamn it.
Bells, relax, all right?
You and me,
we can talk this shit out,
right?
Come on.
Seriously.
Give me the--
I don't give a shit fuck.
Listen, you can have your mom,
but they took over the house.
Fuck.
Fine. Then I get the bar.
They own that too.
Okay. Okay...
I'll figure something out.
And we got a deal?
No. What the fuck are you doing?
Shit.
Fuck.
Yo, I need a fucking ride.
Yeah, let's do this shit.
-Come on. Let's go.
-Let's go.
Yeah, I saw them.
-Get some rest, okay?
-Shh.
Ah!
All right. Do we want
a croissant or a scone?
No!
After my brother's
funeral, when everyone left,
I stayed.
I stood over his grave
and I promised him
that I'd take care of you like--
like he took care of me.
And I did.
You had food, you had clothes.
-You had every weird animal...
-You turned our house
into a drug den!
It's not my fucking fault!
I took care-- I took care,
I provided for you.
Look at her.
Baby, baby, baby, baby.
No, no, no, it's okay,
it's okay, you're okay.
You left. You left.
You left. You, you, you. You!
Give me that. Look at her.
Look at her. Open your
fucking eyes and look at her.
You left her. I stayed.
Mama!
You liar!
You fucking liar.
Stop! Stop! Stop, Stop! Stop!
She didn't know.
She's just my boss.
We fucking hate each other.
Yes, I hate her!
I don't even know her!
She's just cute,
she makes me money.
That's it. I swear.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry.
I'm a good person.
Yes, yes,
you're a good person.
I take care...
of you and you and you.
I provide.
I'm a good person. You said it.
I'm a good person.
I'm-- I'm a good person.
I'm good--
Get out of here! Go!
- I'm a good--
- Gordy!
-What?
-Mama?
Look what you did.
You left.
I stayed.
I got you.
I'm gonna take care of you now.
Gordy?
You and me.
Let me go.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no.
Girl, you need to rest.
Mom.
It's okay.
Don't touch me.
- Go away.
- What?
Get out of here.
No. Bella,
you need us right now.
No. You need me.
You all talk, no action
chickenshit faggot!
And you.
Where were you?
Where?
I don't need any of you!
Get out of here now!
What the fuck?
Yeva?
Fuck!
Yeah.
Been driving around
all fucking night, man.
Dude, she's gone.
They're fucking gone, vanished.
I'm sorry, man.
Your shot.
Did you do something?
-Hmm?
-No.
-Did you do something, Donnie?
-No.
-Are you lying to me?
-No, man. No.
Are you lfucking ying to me?
Hmm?
Then who fucked up that ship?
Huh? Who!
Fucking who?
I did. I did. I fucked it up.
But just the shop, I swear.
I swear.
No!
Why, man? Why?
I remember...
when I found him...
swinging...
I didn't understand how.
Now I do.
You have one minute
for your pity party,
and then we have to go to work.
We got a lot of things to do
and I need you.
-I can't.
-Yes.
-I can't do this.
-You can. You're tough.
See these hands?
They make beautiful art
out of garbage.
-That's different.
-No, it's not different.
That's life, mami.
We need help.
Sorry.
Hey, buddy,
you gonna go?
Marta.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hi, hi, hi. Uh, listen,
I'm looking for my wife.
I think she could've
been brought in there.
Her name is Yeva Patterson.
Yeah, sure, no problem.
I'll hold, I'll hold.
Yes, yes, I'm here. I'm here.
- Can't text back?
- Been busy.
Doing what?
You don't do anything.
You need to work on
your delivery.
But you do speak some truth.
I was wasting my talented ass,
so I was getting
my shit together.
-By quitting your job?
-To apply to school.
-School doesn't start until--
-I know, but I said applied.
And I'm making clothes.
Not selling yet, but I'm making.
So how's that
working out for you?
I'm fucking broke.
What you think?
I made this, though.
It's a scarf that can connect
and turn into a hoodie.
I'll call it a "scoodie."
Seen Owais?
No.
Missed you, bitch.
Look, we getting vengeance on
this motherfucker or what?
You gonna wear your bright
purple hoodie to a stakeout?
Well, like I said,
talented as fuck.
Now, give the queen bee a gun.
Am I supposed to drown a bitch?
It's set.
Here.
He's here.
Ask her. She's the one
who does the ledger.
She's the one who closed
the damn bar.
I closed the bar
when you stole $68,000.
And how much of that
went to your family, huh?
-Nothing.
-Oh, you're fucking lying.
-She's fucking lying.
-Why didn't you talk?
'Cause she's your favorite.
Is this true?
Come on.
- I-- I--
- Marta?
Marta.
She didn't take it.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
That's my baby girl.
No.
I'm not.
Proof is buried there.
All right, all right, all right.
I would never fucking--
What the fuck is this?
You fucking kidding me?
You can't unsee this.
What are you doing?
Bella.
Bella, it's over, let's go.
What?
Ah!
I don't steal,
I help-- I help people.
I'm good! I'm good!
I'm good! I'm good!
No!
Hide! Call the cops!
Go.
Fucking Donnie.
Fucking liar.
Bandit, go. Go.
I said go! Fuck!
I know you're up there.
Ah!
Ah!
Stop. Fucking stop.
Goddamn it! Stop it.
Get this off of me.
What now?
Gordy.
It's over.
You gotta help me out
with this one, brother.
I'm sorry.
I failed him.
No. No.
Gordy! Gordy, stop.
Gordy.
Gordy.
Dad.
Dad!
Bells?
Dad!
What's up, bitches?
I'll meet you guys there.
And don't forget Bandit.
I needed to do something.