01x02 - Yo I Got a Fake ID Though

[bunniefuu]

Me, Rebecca,

pleasure to meet you.

I'm not gonna lie,

I've been better.

Obviously.

All good things come to an end,

and.. [knocking]

Police!

[crowd screaming]

[Police] Get away from

the window!

Raise your hand if you

ever drank in high school.

[pounding on door]

Liar.

Ok, raise it if you drank

in college.

- [pounding on door]

- Better.

Millions of kids

drink underage.

[pounding on door]

There are over 80 million

fake IDs in circulation.

Don't fact check that.

[door busted down]

Average price ranges

from $80 bucks to $250,

if you're good.

And we're good.

Making fake IDs is a billion

dollar business

if you know

what you're doing.

We didn't.

Daddy? Call the lawyer.

Oops.

♪

So, if you remember

the formula from last

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Kumon is the devils work.

Rebecca, come on.

My friends call me Becca.

Rebecca, you need

to pay attention

if you're going to pass math.

Don't make me talk

to your father.

If I don't pass, my father

will be disappointed,

but couldn't possibly

be my fault

because I'm his daughter,

and, well, he's a genius.

So it's the systems fault.

You're part of the system,

so if I fail you're fired

and replaced by another

one next term.

Don't threaten me.

[doorbell rings]

Next one's here.

[piano playing]

[club music]

♪

[knocking at door]

Having bubble tea

with friends.

Mm hm.

Did Grandma get

the good chashao

because I'm not making dinner.

Uh-huh.

- Dad?

- Hm?

The model UN at school

needs the cash.

Dad wants you to make

tomatoes and eggs for Grandma.

I don't want that.

Not my problem.

I don't want that!

Then order a pizza.

[video game sounds]

When are playing support?

There's no mains.

Max sucks.

Never lining up.

Get a better team.

Stop playing support!

♪

Twenty-two, huh?

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I'm gonna need

to keep this.

f*ck!

Are you f*cking kidding?

Shut up.

- Miss?

- Shut up! Urgh!!!!

Hey, Becca!

[rap music]

♪

♪

- [knocking]

- [Becca] In a minute!

♪

Where you going?

♪

[horn honks]

[laughing]

[both screaming]

Don't give a f*ck about

your man I might, ♪

could, maybe take

you to Japan ♪

Smoking weed on

beaches overseas ♪

And come back here

with the foreign tan lines ♪

Girl, I'm just

so predictable ♪

This is how the story go ♪

Why am I such a f*ck'

silly hoe? ♪

I love men that

are unavailable ♪

- How was the party?

- Meh.

I had to mooch off of Veronica

f*cking Lopez for white claws.

Woah.

I know right.

She's never gonna let me

live that down.

Like literally,

on my death bed,

she's gonna be like that one

time she gave me booze.

Well, I was talking about

the white claws.

Shut up. Like you

would know.

Wait, I thought that

you had a fake ID.

Got confiscated.

Oh. That's unfortunate.

Wait for it.

How much do they cost?

Depends.

You know, like ballpark.

$150 to $250.

Huh.

That's actually a pretty

good return.

Probably super cheap

to make.

I told you.

What are you thinking?

I don't know.

I mean, it wouldn't be

hard to make.

I could probably make you one,

if you want.

Her idea.

ill*gal!

Oh, like that's stopped

you before.

It stopped you.

But if you needed it.

I mean, I don't know.

I could do it, but it would

cost a bit.

I have $400 bucks.

Definitely her idea.

Uh, do you want to?

No, it's fine.

Thanks for the ride.

[melancholic music]

♪

[sobbing]

Got something for you.

What the f*ck is that?

No, not this.

Something else.

Here.

What the fuuuuuck!

My mom's coming back

next month.

Anything exciting?

Not really.

What happened last night?

Nothing.

You talk to him?

Nothing to say.

Right?

You're insane.

[giggles]

What do you mean?

This. You made this overnight.

I say I lose mine

and within 12 hours

you figure out

how to do it.

I just wanted to see

how hard it would be.

I could probably do more

if I had some help.

Or I'm not planning

on losing another.

No, I mean more.

Like, for other people.

Her idea.

Are you serious?

What?

You're Zoe f*cking

Christiansen.

That's ill*gal.

No. I mean

- I'm just f*cking with you.

- Becca!

Right here!

Dude.

Right here.

I mean, Taylor Wacozki

has been printing them

since grade 9.

He got caught.

Yeah, but he is not smart.

Actually, he's kind of

an idiot.

No, I think he has like

a learning disa-

[phone ringing]

Dude! Literally right here.

What'd you order?

Chipotle.

Mm. Nice.

Right here!

Thank you.

Anyways, the money

would be good.

Honestly, it isn't anything

that a five year-old

couldn't learn

from the internet.

Hypothetically speaking.

I just wanted to make

sure she knew

what she was getting

herself into.

After she broke

her printer

Die! Die! Die! Die!

Die! Die! Die! Die!

We had to get creative.

♪

Will you relax?

This is so f*cking stupid.

This was your idea.

Yeah, but it doesn't mean

that it's not stupid.

You want to go?

No.

Stop fiddling with it.

You literally look gorgeous.

You know the point is

for it to look like you.

No one's gonna take an ID if

it looks like FaceTune filter.

[gasps]

First of all, f*ck you.

This is me on the inside.

And second

[door opens]

How are you girls doing?

We're ok.

Thank you so much for letting

us stay, Mr. Gibson.

Oh, of course.

How much longer you think

you're gonna be?

Um, 30 minutes?

Oh.

Take your time.

[small laugh]

- Okay. Bye.

Relax.

I feel like we're

taking advantage of him.

He literally just said

"take your time."

I know, but he's

a nice person.

Well that's his

own damn fault.

Just hurry up.

Ugh. Fine.

♪

Ready to print?

Well, sh*t, let me load them.

♪

[whispers]

Becca.

Becca!

What?

He's right there.

Of course he is.

What, you expect the man

to wait in his car?

Flip 'em over.

♪

[laughs]

[coughing]

You are seriously

the worst at this.

Shut up.

He can't hear us!

♪

Let's go.

Can you get these for me?

Duh. Gimme.

Thanks.

Tryst, with a Y.

You know Austin?

Uh, Austin who?

Austin.

Oh, I don't know him.

I just thought

maybe you did.

Uh, girls, tell me something.

Is this a, more of a spaghetti

top or a crop top?

I'm trying to figure it out

for my own label.

Crop.

Right on.

Crop.

Tryst, we have something

for you.

Hey! That's me.

Where'd you find it?

No, Tryst, we made it.

Oh.

Right on, I got ya.

I got ya.

If there were more, do you

think you could move them?

Sure. I mean, probably.

There's always a market demand.

Is this scannable?

Does the barcode work?

[beeping]

Nah, I'm just f*cking with you.

It's not a t-shirt.

[laughing]

- Okay.

Wait.

No, it's definitely not.

Look, if you get 'em tested

I could probably do 200.

- 200?

- Mm.

Yeah, it works.

The security guy's been staring

at us since we walked in.

We're hot.

He's like 50.

So?

Stop staring at him.

What do you want?

Hm. Nothing.

Have you tried these?

They taste like

fuzzy peaches.

I hate peaches.

You're impossible.

Yeah, I'm gonna need

to confiscate these.

sh*t.

- Run, run, run, run, run!!!

- Hey!

♪

[laughing]

You stole that?

He stole our IDs!

Yeah, but they're ours!

And now so is this.

Oh, my god.

Is it that peach one?

No.

But do you want that one?

- [Oh, my god!

- laughs]

You are a f*cking criminal!

This one tastes more

like lemonade.

Yeah.

Hm?

Are you sure?

Yes.

Ok, ok.

[coughing]

Oh, my god.

Give me that.

[continues to cough]

What kind of f*cked up lemonade

did you grow up on?

Ugh.

[sighs]

[exhales]

[chuckles]

That was fun.

[laughs]

Yeah, I'm glad we did this.

Me too.

I lost the game.

f*ck!

You lose the game once

you think about the game.

You play for the rest

of your life.

You start once you've forgotten

everything I just said.

You're welcome.

I hate you.

But you really don't.

I'm gonna play "Deck

the Halls" at your funeral.

Ok, that is just very strange.

Deck the halls

with ba*ls of holly ♪

Why do I always

have to die first?

- Fa la la la la.. ♪

You know it's boughs, right?

Boughs?

Tis the season

to be jolly ♪

Ew, can you stop?

Stop!

Stop.

Fa la la la la ♪

Urgh! Please, no.

[chuckling]

Hey, can I ask you something?

Always.

Have you thought about what

you want to do after all this?

I have to go home eventually.

No, I mean like

after graduation.

Have you applied anywhere?

Just a couple of schools.

Where?

Just places that my dad

knows people.

Have you heard from any?

A few.

New topic.

Uh, you can't just say

"new topic."

How come you never

go out?

What do you mean?

Literally every weekend

I invite you out

and you're always busy.

Yeah. Because I'm studying.

Studying!

Yes, I get it.

For once can you

just let it go?

Well, what do you call this?

Yes! More of this,

because honestly, sometimes

you act like staying in

makes you better

than everyone else.

When do I ever say that?

It's more of an implicit

attitude kind of thing.

Hold up.

You think I think staying in

and studying

makes me better

than everyone else?

I mean, it's just

what people think.

That's mean.

Now I'm being mean?

Great.

Don't know what you expect,

you said something kind of mean.

Well, I expect this from

other people but not you.

Other people?

What are you even talking

about right now?

Stop.

You're supposed to sound like

Zoe, not like this.

Oh, what does Zoe

sound like?

Just agreeing with everything

you say

and letting you rob

a liquor store?

That's not what I meant.

If you call me at 3:00AM,

I pick up the phone.

I know.

I literally leave me phone

on for you all night-

I know.

I don't know if that sounds

like everybody else.

Ugh.

I don't need this.

- Becca.

- No!

f*ck this.

f*ck you, Zo'.

Becca, wait.

♪

What's going on?

Some older girl's

having a meltdown

or a panic attack

or something.

f*ck!

I don't know what to do.

Where?

In there.

Move.

[knocking]

Zo? Zoe, it's me.

Let me in.

[heavy breathing]

Get out of here!

[Zoe hyperventilating]

- Zoe!

- [Zoe hyperventilating]

Ok, I'm coming in.

Ok.

Ok You're ok.

You're ok.

Zoe, think.

We're gonna do the thing.

The black spot in your eyes.

Relax your tongue.

Relax your tongue.

You're ok.

Now we're gonna breath, ok?

Breath in for three.

One, two, three.

Ok, out in five.

One, two, three, four, five.

Ok. We're ok.

I got you.

I got you.

I got you.

She's ok.

Are you ok?

Yeah.

- Thank you.

- Mmmhmm.

I'm sorry about

It's fine.

And before

No, seriously, it's ok.

Thanks.

Hey, um, I don't think

that I want to do

this fake ID thing anymore.

It was a dumb idea.

Ok. We won't.

You don't mind?

No. Well

Of course not.

It was fun but it's not

for us.

We'll leave it to the idiots.

[giggles]

- Thanks, B.

- Mmmhmm.

Hey!

Hola, bandidas.

What are you doing here?

Visiting my alma matter.

I give a monthly motivational

speech to at-risk youth.

Yeah.

Teach em how to finance

their first start up.

The obstacles that come along

with developing an app

from scratch.

That kind of thing.

- Yo, Tryst!

- Yo, Mr. G.

[laughs]

That guy f*ck.

Anyway, when are

they gonna be ready?

When are what

gonna be ready?

The IDs.

Oh, uh no. We're putting

that on hold.

Mmhmm.

Huh.

Well, then you wouldn't happen

to have $30,000 on you,

would you?

What are you talking about?

Well, I did what

you told me to do.

I pre-sold 200 at $150 a pop.

200 times $150, 30K.

I'm gonna need it

by next week.

Oh.

♪

[hyperventilating]