what...
I'll sell you this one if you
let me use your phone, yeah?
Deal. Come on in.
You know what happens
if I pull this trigger?
- Do you?
- You repaint my ceiling.
Yeah, man.
You know why I'm here, yeah?
Collecting for D.A.R.E.?
Okay, you give me the shit,
and it's over real quick like.
Yeah.
Yeah. well, I hope you can swim.
- I put it down the disposal.
- You put it in the drain?
Every milligram.
Okay.
Why you forcing me
to pain you now?
Look, motherfucker,
I don't have a clue -
- what's going on here,
and I really don't care.
Check it out, professor.
Why would you do such a thing?
I'm not a drug dealer.
I don't want that crap in my house.
This too much for me.
Yes, sir.
No, I'm here, man.
No, he don't have it.
Him put it in the sink, yo.
I checked, no man,
he straight-up done it.
Him say he don't want it,
in his house no more, yeah?
No, I'm not a drug dealer.
You sure, yeah? But...
Yeah, man. Yeah, man.
Got it.
Sorry, man.
But you got to go.
Him doubly pissed now
that you trashed it, yeah.
I have a little favor to ask.
Favor?
I think I could use a little ganj.
Yeah, man.
Die.
Hydroponic, man.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Feel that.
You fond of music, man?
What?
You think I do this
'cause I like killing people, huh?
No-no.
Ga-ga music is my life, yeah.
I have aspirations, yeah.
That's what I do on the radio.
I'm this close to a record deal.
Then...
No more of the killing.
It's time, man.
Dog day, yeah?
I'm just helping you on
to the next life, you know.
Yeah, man?
Marcia...
Can I call you back, yo?
I'm kinda into something.
Who?
In the office right now?
You want me to come down?
Over the phone.
No, man, the acoustics
would be lousy.
Yeah, yeah.
You're the boss, yeah.
Hey, grab the blue tape
now, and put it the box.
- Come on, man!
- You gotta be kidding me.
No, no, no.
Turn it way up. Way up!
Can you hear it?
Yeah, man.
Follow me.
Every day mortality
stares me in the face-ah
Writing in reality's
keepin' me awake now
Puttin' on the new me to work it
It's like letting go of things
no choice but to forget
Pack up my nine and
I strap it to my waist, now
Smoke on the reefer
to keep my head straight
Talk to Jah for the lyrics
now they're coming from the crowd
A doper M.C.
I know will never be found
Don't know what I'm watchin'
Don't know what I see
See, I know that I'm from
got to follow me
Sign him quick.
His value's about to go up.
I just love duct tape, don't you?
You're probably one of them morons
who call it "duck" tape.
Here's the situation, ganja boy.
You had no way of knowing -
- that I was merely an innocent
bystander to all of this.
And you "did" share your stash.
I can appreciate this.
Not to mention the fact -
- that I really don't want to kill you.
I don't even know what I'd
do with you once you were dead.
But I can't just let you go.
So...
I have a dilemma.
What time is it?
Fuck.
Just a minute.
- Hello.
- Mr. Wells.
- Dr. Jarvis, so good to see you again.
- Nice to see you, too.
Won't you come in?
Sorry about that.
I-I couldn't find the key to the door.
- I didn't hear it unlock.
- Oh, that's right.
I didn't find it.
Um, right this way.
So, Mr. Wells, you and your wife -
- would like to adopt the baby.
- Yes, sir. that's right.
- Okay.
Now, you understand the next step
in the adoption proceedings?
Um, yes. We are to be
individually evaluated.
Yes. that's right.
That's why I'm here.
Uh, your wife, of course, -
- has already completed
her evaluation.
She's an extraordinary woman.
Absolutely extraordinary woman.
- Um, shall we begin?
- Sure, yeah. One thing?
Weren't we already evaluated
at the previous screening?
No, that was just
the initial consultation.
This is the individual competency test.
Do you have a problem
with that, Mr. Wells?
No... not really.
Good. Then we can get started.
And what are your
qualifications, Dr. Jarvis?
Are you an M.D... uh...