:17:01
- Well, check it out.
- I can't.
:17:04
- Shit!
- We have to call the police.
:17:07
- No way. I ain't going to jail.
- We have to!
:17:10
Cindy, do you know what they do
to young boys in prison?
:17:12
And all those sex-starved
convicts just waiting
for a fresh piece of meat.
:17:15
Hey, you're right, Cindy.
Maybe we should call the police.
:17:19
Oh, yeah,
That's a great idea, Ray.
But what about Brenda, huh?
:17:21
You think she wants
to go to jail?
:17:23
This is manslaughter, okay?
We're all gonna fry for this.
:17:25
- We're looking at 10 to 15 years.
- Shut up, Bobby!
:17:29
- It's okay. I'm fine.
- Alcohol all over.
- We're in so much trouble.
:17:32
- I'm fine.
- Don't blame
that shit on me, Ray.
:17:35
- Look, we'll get rid of the body.
- Unnecessary.
:17:39
- Now you're thinking.
- We'll dump him in the ocean.
- Not the ocean, the pier.
:17:42
- Guess I'll be leaving now.
- That's a great idea.
:17:44
- What about the alcohol?
- We'll get rid of it.
:17:46
Come on. It'll be all right.
:17:48
- Come on. Hurry up. Let's go.
- Put him in the trunk.
:17:51
- I won't have anything to do with this!
- Shut up!
:17:53
Cindy, come on.
We'll just pretend it never happened.
:17:57
You know, like the time we got drunk
and we went down on each other.
:18:00
- I'll get his arm.
- I'll grab I'll grab
his other arm. His ass.
:18:03
We'll take him down to Williamson Cove
and we'll dump him in there.
:18:07
The sharks'll take care
of the evidence.
:18:09
Oh, my God,
someone's coming.
:18:11
- Oh, shit. It's Shorty.
- Brenda, take care of him.
:18:21
Shorty, I know you ain't driving
without no papers.
:18:24
I got papers,
blunts, bongs,
:18:28
all the ingredients
to make a high nigga pie.
:18:32
- Hey, yo, can I help you?
- Yo, what's up, Ray?
:18:36
- Yo, son, you all need jumper cables?
- Nah, we're cool.
:18:39
Oh, good, 'cause I left
my roach clip at home.
:18:42
- Go home, Shorty.
- Yeah, I-I'll see you later.
:18:45
Peace, Ray.
:18:47
- Get the trunk closed.
- It won't close.
:18:50
I'll do it.