Breaking & Exiting

Every day we make decisions.

Decisions that get us from one day to the next.

Decisions that change our path ever so slightly.

Most go unnoticed.

What should I wear today?

What should I have for lunch?

What route should I take to work?

Should I respond to that text message?

Will it warrant a rabbit hole of unwanted conversation?

Then there's the other decisions,

the kind that can change you,

maybe even forever.

Uh, don't.

Don't. You don't need to. You don't need to turn around.

Who cares? I mean, she's fine.

She'll probably be fine, right? Probably fine.

Fuck! I mean, who the fuck cares?

I don't even fucking know her. Fuck! Fuck!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

Come on, you crazy bitch, vomit.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

There you go.

Oh, gross.

Put me down. Who are you?

You can kill us both later. I'm Harry, by the way.

You're the fucking worst.

You're welcome.

Well, she isn't entirely wrong.

Huh? I could be the worst.

Not that I'm a horrible guy.

I just don't always make the best decisions.

Oh, shit.

What are you doing? I've been calling you.

This is Lana.

We've been dating for three months.

Maybe four.

Could be two.

The TV was on loud.

Come on in.

I had plans to make dinner tonight.

It's date night. Did you forget?

No.

Are you sleeping?

No.

Are you drunk?

No.

Stoned?

No.

Maybe.

When did you get a fish?

- Oh, yesterday. - Why?

I don't know. He's cool. What's with the interrogating?

Paul McCartney once sang,

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away."

But to be honest, yesterday was shitty too.

Except for getting a fish.

Welcome to my office.

I rob houses for a living.

It's not the best career choice,

but it pays the rent.

The guy in the green hat? My cousin Chris.

My partner in crime.

2-2-2-5.

2-2-2-5, 2-2-2-5.

2-2-2-5, 2-2-2-5.

2-2-2-5, 2-2-2.

2-2-2-5.

Coming, milady?

Fuck!

Anything else?

- No. We're good. - Okay.

Why do you do it?

Do what?

You take a piss in every house we rob.

Why?

Marking my territory.

Why don't you just take a dump?

That's disgusting.

- Whoa! What are you doing? - I'm feeding him.

Stop that. They can't eat that.

What? Why the fuck not?

Because they're carnivores.

You gotta feed 'em something with a higher protein content.

You know, like betta pellets or bloodworms.

What are you, some sort of fish expert?

No. It's just common knowledge.

Okay.

Look, I wanna talk to you about something.

What's up?

I've been doing a lot of thinking and...

I got a job.

What area?

No, not like a rob job.

Like, I got a real job.

Okay, you know, Aunt Lacy's friend, Esther?

Yeah. I lost my virginity to her.

That's weird.

Anyway, she got me a temp job at this company

as a paper distributor.

I thought it'd be a really good opportunity for me.

Yeah, as long it doesn't fuck up our shit.

Ah, man.

No, you're not getting it.

I'm getting a real job

so I don't have to do our shit anymore.

You know, like, I'm gonna be 28 years old, man,

and I can't be breaking into houses

and stealing shit the rest of my life.

I don't wanna be some old loser fucking robbing families.

Like, what if I want a family someday, man?

I'm not gonna lie. You sound crazy.

You should get some sleep.

Hey, I got a good job on Friday in WeHo.

It's gonna be fun.

Did you hear me?

Yeah, man, I heard you.

Okay, good.

But it's gonna be my last one, Harry.

Your last what?

Robbery.

Why do you not take anything I say seriously?

Can you please stop yelling at me?

Good night.

Hey, I'll text you Friday morning!

Protein.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have stolen the kid's fish.

Great. Just what I need. One more thing to take care of.

So how's work?

Usual.

- Chris is apparently quitting. - What?

Yeah.

Some stupid temp job.

- Good for him. - Good for him?

Why good for him?

It's just... nothing.

I'm happy for him.

Maybe you should think about it too.

Think about what?

I don't know, quitting, getting a real adult job.

Not always avoiding getting arrested.

I like what I do. I'm good at it.

- I enjoy it. - Okay.

You know, it doesn't make me less of a person

than someone with some shitty office job.

Just means I have more fun.

I'm not boring.

So how's work for you?

Hmm. Do you actually wanna know?

I'm asking, aren't I?

Guys move locations or something?

I didn't actually think you were listening.

I'm a great listener.

Well, I like it. It's a little farther from my house,

so it takes me like 10 minutes longer.

You know, and with traffic, it'd take like half an hour,

so yeah.

That's awesome.

I think both of us know this relationship is over,

but neither one of us has decided

to do anything about it.

Oh, Harry, give it to me!

Oh! Give it to me! Don't stop!

Oh! Oh, don't stop! Don't stop!

Oh, don't stop!

Oh!

Hey, you wanna smoke some weed?

No. You talk too much when you smoke.

- Harry, do you love me? - What?

- What kind of question is that? - Well, do you?

Let's go to bed. You're acting silly.

- What are you doing? - I'm leaving.

Oh. Okay.

That's it?

What?

I tell you I'm leaving, and you don't try to stop me

or ask me where I'm going?

Where are you going?

Can't believe I tried to make this work, okay?

You're stupid and immature and selfish,

and I can't do this anymore.

That-- That's it?

Yes, Harry, that's it!

- Oh. - Leaving you.

If that's what you want.

Well, I guess she made the decision.

I could run after her.

Looks good.

What are these scratches right there?

Those? Uh...