Antwone Fisher Page #3

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Mrs. Tate:
|Gimme my shoe. Hmpf!.

Davenport:
|Must've felt pretty good...

when you took|that shoe from her.

Yeah, I felt|like I was gonna go...

right upside|her head...

but I just chilled.

Why'd you chill?

I don't know.

Well, I'm glad you did.

How'd you feel?

I felt like|I won a prize...

but it scared me.

Why?

It was the first time|I ever felt...

more powerful than her.

It was like a surprise.

Whatever happened|toJesse?

We lost touch.|You know how it is.

Davenport:
Yeah.

It might be helpful|to understand the mentality...

of people|like the Tates.

Here.

It's called|The Slave Community.

Why I gotta understand|somebody beatin' on me?

What you went through...

was in part the result|of the treatment...

that slaves received|from their masters...

and then passed on|to their own children...

generation to generation|to generation...

right on down|to the Tates.

Sir, that sounds|like an excuse.

I mean, I was a kid.

I understand.

You sound like you|takin' up for 'em.

I'm not saying|what they did was right.

What they did|was wrong.

We all have choices.|They made the wrong choices.

But this is not about them.|This is about you.

You were sent to me...

because you have|an anger problem.

Well, you got the right|to be angry.

But you also have to learn|to channel that anger...

to use it|constructively.

Instead of gettin'|into fights...

go to the gym.

Hit the bag,|lift the weights.

You have to use that energy|to better yourself.

You say you're taking|Japanese classes, right?

Yeah.

Okay, you're already|on the right track.

Can we talk about|this next week?

3 sessions, son.|Unfortunately...

that's all I'm given|to make a recommendation...

and I'm gonna recommend...

that you be given|a second chance.

That is what you want,|isn't it?

To stay in the navy?

Yes, sir.

Okay.|Okay, stay out of trouble.

Cheryl:
Antwone!

Antwone!

What's up?|How you doing?

I'm cool.

Oh.|You don't seem cool.

I'm all right.

What are you|doin' in there?

You still workin'|on that paper?

No, I'm finished.

I just went through there|for a short cut.

Oh. Where you goin'?

Nowhere.

I--I gotta go.

Cheryl, I'll talk|to you later.

[Laughing Together]

Why you always talkin'|about somebody's momma?

Man, we ain't talkin'|about somebody's momma.

We talkin'|about your momma!

Hey, Fish!

Yeah, I bet|you won't be fightin'

no more honkies|on this boat.

Man, this ain't|no boat.

Dis a ship.

''Dis a ship!''

Country-ass Negro,|who let you in the navy?

Fish!

What's that book|you readin'?

Let me see|the cover.

The Slave|Community.

Whatcha readin'|that sh*t for?

Because I want to.

This ain't|no slave ship.

And these ain't|no slavery days.

I can't tell.

You the only buck-dancin'|Uncle Tom on the ship.

You a part-time brother.

Yo, Grayson, man,|what--

Why you always|talkin' sh*t, man?

What I do ain't got nothing|to do with you.

You better get|out of my face, bro.

Either you tryin'|to hang out with the brothers...

or you tryin' to hang|with the white boys, man.

You better sit|your ass back--

You better make up your mind.|What you gonna do?

Whatcha gonna do?|Come on!

Stop it!

Let me go!|Get your hands--

[Laughing]

Thank you, sir.

Who's next?

So, um,|Dr. Davenport...

you sent him|to the gym?

Hit the punchin' bags?

Ain't that what|you prescribin'?

So, why are you here?

You feelin' under pressure?

You feel like, uh,|a rock is on top of you?

Come on now.|Speak the hell up.

You better make it snappy.

You only got|3 sessions comin'!

What are y'all|lookin' at?

What you lookin' at?!

You feelin' sick?

You need a healin'?|You need a healin'?

Do you need a healin', huh?|Do you need a healin'?!

Some of y'all|sick-ass sailors...

need to come back|after working hours!

See, that's when|the good Dr. Davenport...

he'll be layin'|his hands on you!

Or he may have|a book in there...

that may have the answers|to all your problems...

and all your questions!|Ain't that right?!

Ain't that right?

Would you like|to step into my office?

[Door Slams]

Are you finished?

I thought I was|just gettin' started.

Let me tell you|something, son.

It may have|slipped your mind...

but you are addressing|a superior officer.

You understand me?

Do you understand me?!

Yes, sir.|I slipped up.

You better believe|you did.

No, sir,|I mean I slipped up...

when I talked to you.

What?

3 sessions, right?

That's correct.

Can't be floutin'|regulations.

That's correct.

Well, what do I do,|Commander?

'Cause I don't know|what to do.

I don't know|what to do.

Tired?

[Chuckles]

How was your day?

Long.

Not complaining,|though.

Well,|don't wait up.

I got a lot|of work to do.

I know.

- Good night.|- Good night.

Well, it's nice|to finally be off...

restriction|for a change.

Yeah, I'm gonna be|squared away from now on.

Hey!

Y'all need somethin'|from the exchange?

Man, what's up with you|and the exchange?

You spend more time there|than you do on restriction.

I'm just tryin' to be|a good shipmate, man.

I'm only kiddin'|with you.

But bring me back|some Skittles.

And a Snickers.

And some pork skins.

And a sandwich.|Thank you.

What are you|doin' here, sir?

I was in the area|and saw your ship.

So you just saw|this big ol' ship...

moored alongside|the pier?

I want to see you|back in my office...

next Wednesday,|after knockoff.

That is, if you want|to continue.

I think I need to check|my calender first...

sir.

Okay.

Well, you let me|know, okay?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Cheryl.

- Hey.|- Hey.

What's going on?

Nothing.

You just gettin'|off work?

Yeah.

Oh.

You, uh--|You mad?

Why would I be mad?

I'm sorry.

That's cool.|[Chuckles]

So, you finally|off restriction?

Yeah.|[Chuckles]

Yeah.

So you can|hang out now?

Yeah.

So what about now?|I'm off.

Nah, I gotta--|I gotta meet somebody.

Well, I promised|I'd meet somebody...

in a few minutes,|so...you know.

What's her name?

[Chuckles]|Look, it ain't like that.

It ain't like that.

What about tomorrow?

Um, what about the day|after tomorrow?

Say, Wednesday,|after knockoff?

That'd be better.

Okay. Um...

meet me in the lobby|of the female barracks...

at 1 7 00.

Okay. All right.

I'll meet you|at 1 7 00.

All right.|Yeah.

It's a date.

Antwone:
|Are we done?

Davenport:
|Yes, we are.

Can I ask you|a question?

Sure.

Um...|do you think it's--

Do you think|it's possible...

for somebody that had|problems all their life...

you know,|not to stay that way?

You know,|you think it's possible...

they can change?

Absolutely.|Why do you ask?

No reason.

Do you want|something to drink?

- No, I'm good, sir.|- Okay.

Uh, you know, you--

You know, when you|kinda meet somebody...

you know, if you|have problems...

it wouldn't--

Who is she?|What's her name?

What's her name?

Cheryl.

She works|at the exchange.

That's a good thing.|Keep it navy.

[Chuckles]|Right?

So?

Um... so, um...

Have you spoken|to her yet?

Yeah, I spoke to her,|but, um...

I get caught up--|tongue-tied.

Everybody's|awkward at first.

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