Floyd leaves the condo and looks at Trevor walking up. |
Floyd: |
What the F word are you doing here? |
Trevor: |
That's a funny way to greet your cousin. |
Floyd: |
You ain't my G-damn cousin, Trevor. |
Trevor: |
I thought we was family. |
Floyd: |
Please just go and ruin somebody else's home furnishings! |
Debra: |
Who the F is that, Floyd? |
Trevor: |
Hey, by any chance did you catch crabs at that conference? |
Trevor kicks the door open and Debra screams getting scared of Trevor. |
Trevor: |
I heard that those conferences are regular little fuck fests! Huh? Can I come in? Huh? |
Debra: |
I'd like you to leave, right now! |
Trevor casually walks to the kitchen, grabbing a mug and filling it up with tap water. |
Trevor: |
Oh yeah... Some serious corporate gangbanging going on, right? Yeah with every executive and director of communications from here to Bangalore, taking it left, right and center. In the name of the team training, right? I mean that's what Floyd told me yesterday as he was staring at my, err... My penis. |
Trevor sits down on the couch. |
Debra: |
I want you to leave! Now! |
Trevor: |
Look, this is all I've got, alright? I had a tough upbringing. My daddy was not nice to me! Okay? Now, look Debra, I love you, and I love you too, Floyd. Why can't we all just be together, huh? You can have Mondays through Thursdays, you can have the weekends, alright? I know that's not normal but in this crazy, crazy world, is normal so good, huh? Look Debra, Floyd! |
Trevor falls onto his knees in front of Debra and Floyd. |
Trevor: |
Will you marry me? |
Debra: |
Get out of my condo! And you go too, Floyd. I told you, I've got a career. I don't need this... this... this... crap! |
Debra: |
There. Ha... You made me swear. You're crap, Floyd! Crap! You're not a man at all! Bob's right about you. |
Debra: |
I want both of you to go, now! |
Debra walks over to the door and points at it. |
Debra: |
You and your weird friend. |
Trevor stands up, in disgust from what Debra said. |
Trevor: |
Whoa, hey! My name is Trevor, sweetheart. |
Debra: |
I... could give a fuck what the your fucking name is! |
Debra walks over to the kitchen, grabbing a Pistol from a drawer and aims at Trevor. |
Debra: |
I'm not afraid to use this. I'm not. Bob taught me. |
Floyd quickly grabs a Knife that was laying on the kitchen worktop. |
Trevor: |
You people are not very fucking nice! |
The screen cuts to black. The screen fades back as Trevor leaves the apartment covered in blood, lightly panting. |
Wade: |
Oh, hey there, Trevor! |
Wade gets scared to see Trevor covered in blood, while Trevor simply get downstairs. |
Wade: |
Did you meet Debra? |
Trevor: |
Interesting lady... |
Wade: |
I should probably go say hi. |
Trevor: |
Let's go get in the car, alright? Let's go have the time of our lives! |
Wade catches up with Trevor. The screen focuses on the smashed window, showing stains of blood. Trevor and Wade get in Trevor's vehicle. |
Trevor: |
*I know exactly where to take you. *I know just the place. |
Wade: |
I could run in and get Floyd and Debra. I know she seems kinda uptight, but she can have fun. |
Trevor: |
No, I don't think she can, Wade. |
Trevor: |
Floyd's gonna meet us there. |
Wade: |
Oh, Trevor, what have you got all over yourself? You're all red. Is that... is that syrup? |
Trevor: |
Yeah. Syrup... accident. We've all been there. |
Wade: |
We sure have, but... but it don't taste like syrup. |
Trevor: |
Don't taste me, alright? Just... no licking. |
Trevor: |
Hey, you remember when we met? |
Wade: |
Sure. Last year. I was on the way to the gathering with Daisy Bell, and Kush-Chronic and... |
Trevor: |
...and you stopped in Sandy Shores to get lit, and you met a dealer, and he looked after you. When your friends had abandoned you. |
Wade: |
That was weird, weren't it? The last time I saw 'em they was with you, driving out to the quarry, and then they just disappeared. |
Trevor: |
Poof, right? I mean, they were gone. Some friends right? And now, cousin Debra don't want you around? I mean, there's a pattern here. |
Wade: |
The condo did get messy. |
Trevor: |
The pattern is, you can't rely on anyone. Anyone except me. |
Trevor and Wade arrive at the strip club. |
Trevor: |
Look! This is it! |
Wade: |
So, this is where Floyd is gonna meet us? A strip club? |
Wade: |
That's unlike him, he's a real home body. He loves that apartment. |
Trevor: |
Interestingly, you and me, we got a new home. |
Trevor pushes Wade through the front door of the strip club and enters. |
Trevor: |
Here! Right here. |
Trevor: |
Here! Now I know it's unconventional, but that's the way we roll, homie. (to two strippers passing by) Hey, here, you two. You two. I want you to give this boy a good time. For a long time. (to a third stripper) Hey, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous... Tell me where the manager is of this fine establishment? |
The stripper points towards the manager's office. |
Sapphire: |
Through there and take two doors to the right. |
Sapphire leaves the club. Trevor enters the manager's office. |
Trevor: |
Amigo, prepare to meet your new partner! |
Trevor closes the door. The camera switches to Michael in his mansion. He's in a phone call with Lester. |
Lester: |
Hey, umm, Trevor just called me about the... uhh... big one, the UD. You know anything? |
Michael: |
Yeah, I told him we could hit it, you down? |
Lester: |
Of course I'm down. Look, I'll get my research together and meet you at Trevor's, he's taken over the Vanilla Unicorn gentlemen's club. |
Michael: |
Alright, message Franklin. |
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