Parasites

Why don't you just live on campus?

Or get a car.

Fuck you guys!

Scotty, where are we going?

I mean, Alvarado is just right over there,

so just keep going through we'll be fine.

There's a little detour right here, trust me.

It'll be way faster.

Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Some directions, Scotty.

I'm telling you, man.

I told you.

They're tearing up a different street every day.

Just follow the signs.

My road!

What did he say?

That's his road.

He said get outta the fuckin' road!

This is fucking unbelievable.

Well what are they supposed to do, Scotty?

Round 'em all up.

Give 'em a mop, give 'em a broom.

Get them to clean this shit up, first off!

Then what?

I thought they gentrified this shit already.

Not fast enough.

Look at Baby Girl, there's Candy.

She had a cell phone.

Well I mean, like,

I usually go by that tower over there.

That's the building I usually go

so like just don't stop.

Lock it, lock it, lock it.

What the fuck is he doing?

Are you kidding me?

Lovely neighborhood.

Shit.

Wow, told you witching hour.

There's some guys smoking crack right there.

Can you pull out your phone.

Type in your address so we can get out of this nightmare.

I've got no signal.

It's just-- it's nothing.

Holy shit, it's like the Great Wall of Tents out here.

Fuck you, come on!

Do we make a left or a right, Scotty?

Look at these bums crossing the street up there.

It's not my idea to turn onto Kreuger Street.

What is going on?

What the fuck is he doing?

It's a zombie apocalypse.

What the fuck?

Hey, hey!

Wait, what is he doing, what is he doing?

- Stay in school, kids! - I'm sorry.

I'm so fucking sorry.

Get the fuck outta here, man!

Get outta here!

It's my car!

- Get off the car! - Kill me!

Kill me!

You heard him, Marshie!

- I'm so sorry. - Get off the car!

Torro!

Torro!

Torro!

Last time I'm doing any favors for you!

Green means go, Chief!

Green means go.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Iwo Jima!

So this hobo, he rubs his junk all over your car.

I mean, you can just wash it off!

Okay.

You didn't see anything like that

back in Nebraska, did you Scotty boy?

Oh, shit.

You're lost.

You're seriously lost.

You have to give me better directions.

Make a left here, make a left, make a left!

How long have you lived here?

I mean, like a month, two months?

Exactly!

Uh, it's a detour.

We're back at the fucking bridge, Scotty!

What is this?

Well, at least we're at a starting point

that we know.

So turn around.

No, I'm just turning you around.

I'm crossing the street.

Well, at least there's less tents.

We're getting away from the tents.

- Yeah. - And from the shitting on the wall.

What the fuck was that?

I don't know.

Just pull over, check it out.

Look where we are, man!

You're fucking kidding me!

God, you and your stupid detours.

What's wrong with you man?

Don't blame me, man, it's not my fault!

You've lived here for a month.

You don't even know where you live!

It's stupid.

Oh my God, man, look at my tire!

I have a flat, Scotty!

Don't worry man he'll get over it.

Do you have a spare?

And no fucking signal.

Get out of the car, get out of the car!

Alright, we'll fix it.

Just fix it, yeah.

Where's your spare?

Shit, Josef, look at that shit!

Where's your spare?

Just get the spare.

Fix it!

Just fix it, c'mon man!

Yes, it's just a fucking flat tire.

Some fucking night.

Woah!

Hey, look at this shit.

What is that?

There's nails all over in this board!

What?

- Holy shit! - Who would do this?

It's those fucking bums is what!

Need a hand?

Yeah, we got a flat.

That's too bad.

Yeah, we ran over that.

Let me take care of it.

We're going to fix it, alright?

Yeah.

Smooth operation you guys got going on.

How much, brother?

This one's on the house.

Scotty, what's fucking wrong with you, man?

What the fuck!

You fucking crazy?

If you aren't still

I'll suck your dick.

Scott Dobbs.

Josef Lode.

College boys, huh?

I asked you a question.

Leave me alone, get the f-

That's better.

Marshal Colter.

Football star.

What position you play, boy?

I'm talking to you.

Louder, louder, louder, louder.

Quarterback!

We got a quarterback here!

The next OJ Simpson!

The Juice is loose!

OJ was a running back.

I know what he was.

He was a fucking psycho.

And what are you boys doing in my house?

You come down here to see the show?

Huh?

Get your kicks?

Set fire to some bum, watch him burn, huh?

Speak up!

We were taking our friend home.

Huh, I couldn't hear that.

Let it out like you got some balls!

Just taking our friend home!

Leave us alone, you disgusting bum!

You think I'm disgusting, you college cunt?

You think you're better than me?

You think you matter down here, huh?

I matter down here!

We matter.

I matter down here.

This is our turf, and you're trespassing.

Keep it!

Keep your shithole!

Scotty shut the fuck up!

Shithole?

You think this is a fucking joke, Scotty?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, c'mon.

Let it out, punk!

Get away from us, you piss-soaked, disgusting,

take your fucking hands off of me,

you fucking, lice-covered piece of shit!

Choke on this, motherfucker!

Can you spare some change?

Work for food?

Fuck you!

Fuck you,

you cunt!

Fuck you!

Swallow it!