Antwone Fisher Page #5

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All right, man!|Fish!

[Laughs]

I don't know about you,|but if my math is right...

we a lady short|at this table.

Kansas City:
|Oh, you ain't know?

My man Fish says|he got himself a girlfriend.

She's in the navy.|Right, Fish?

Yeah, be writin' to her|every minute he can find.

Just so romantic.

Quieres bailar?

I don't understand.

Oh, you understand.

Quieres bailar?|Si. Si, bailar.

I don't know--

She wants to mate.

Do the dance.|You understand.

Woman:
|Come, come!

Venga, venga.

No, I'm fine.

Let her oil|the old slave down.

What your girlfriend|don't know...

won't hurt you.

Hey, come on, man.|Get up, get up, get up.

No, I don't want to.

Grayson:
You don't what?

You should leave him|alone, Grayson.

I'm not botherin' him.

But he didn't|answer my question.

What question?

You don't what?

How come I never seen you|with a girl, huh?

I mean, man says he's got|a girlfriend, right?

Well, anybody ever met her?

Huh?

Anybody?

Don't worry about it,|sweetheart.

You see,|he's a cherry boy.

Never been|to the sugar shack.

Too scared to go.

F*** you, Grayson.

Huh?|What did you say?

You heard me.

F*** me?

With all these women|in here?

You want me?

See what I mean,|brothers?

Hell, I'm worried|about you, Fish.

I mean, all this|action up in here.

Why you don't want|no woman?

Yeah. F*ggot.

Here we go again.

[Excited Yelling]

[Telephone Rings]

Davenport.

What time does|his plane get in?

Okay. No, no,|I understand.

I understand.

Okay,just let me|talk to him first.

All right,|thank you.

[Door Opens]

I thought we were|all done fightin', Antwone.

Let me in.

The X.O. wired the statements|of your shipmates.

Now, do you wanna start|at the beginning?

Look, you're gonna|have to talk to me, son.

You better|tell me something...

'cause I'm all|you got right now.

Now, I'm tryin'|to work things out...

with|your commanding officer...

but you gotta|give me something.

I don't know|what to say.

So tell me|what happened.

They were frontin' me.

What do you mean,|frontin' you?

Some of the guys|were baggin' on me.

I couldn't take it.

How so?

I don't know.

Just, uh...

just makin'--|makin'jokes.

What kind of jokes?

Jokes about me with--

With women.

I wasn't takin' it.

What kind of jokes about|you bein' with women, Antwone?

Jokes like me|bein' a virgin.

Are you?

I don't know.

I might be.

Davenport:
Okay.

Why do you think you|haven't been with a woman?

Think about it, son.

Must be a reason.|I mean, you're a...

good-lookin' young man.

Must've had|many opportunities.

Maybe you don't like women.|Maybe you like men.

I like women.

Maybe you don't|care about sex.

I care about sex.

I think about it|all the time.

All right. We're right|back where we started.

How come you've never|been with a woman?

I have.

Okay.

When?

[Sighs]

When?

When I was young.|There was--

There was a kiss.

Okay.

How was it?

I hated it.

It was t--

It was terrible.

Why?

I threw up.

Why?

Why?

Because...

because she put|her tongue in my mouth.

She--she always did.

Antwone:
|That's my mama.

Keith:
That|ain't your mama!

You said the other lady|was yours!

I changed!

What?|You can't change!

That's my mama!

Mrs. Tate:
N*gger?

N*gger, you hear|me callin' you?

I said n*gger.

Comin', Muh-deah!

Dwight! Keith!

Yes, Muh-deah.|Here--here I come.

Mrs. Tate:
Get|your behinds down here.

And I told y'all not|to mess up your clothes!

And I told y'all not|to mess up your clothes!

- Nadine?|- Nadine: Yes?

We're gonna|be downtown...

at the social|service office.

Nadine:
All right.

Twonny? You stay|with Nadine.

Yes, Muh-deah.

[Footsteps]

Twonny.

What you lookin' at|out there?

Hmm?

What you lookin' at?

That's it.

Gimme some sugar.

Now get on downstairs.

What did I say?

Get on downstairs.

In that basement|and drop 'em.

Nadine:
Hurry up.

Now, unbutton 'em all.

Come on.

I said, come on! [Slap]

Now, pull 'em down.

You heard me, pull 'em down.

Pull 'em right over my feet.

Now get over here closer.

Closer. You don't|have to be afraid.

Now touch me.

You know you wanna.

Yeah, that's it. Kiss me.

Come on, now. I said kiss me.

Baby, gimme some sugar.

[Door Opens]

Girls:
|# ...Mack, Mack, Mack #

# She asked her mother,|mother, mother-- #

Antwone!

Ooh! I'm gonna|tell on you!

[Breathing Heavily]

Jesse:
What's up, man?|You all right?

[Panting]

Come on in.

You all right?

She did it again.

She hit you, too?

It's okay, Antwone.

You could stay here.

I'll look after you.

Come on. Let's|get you a shirt.

She made me--

She made me do these things.

And I was only a little boy.

If there was something|that I wouldn't do...

she would beat me.

And Jesse was the only one|you ever told?

Yes, sir.

She's the only woman|I ever seen naked.

I'm almost|25 years old.

I never done it.

That's embarrassing.

I hate it.

[Doorbell Rings]

Yes, can I help you|with something?

Hello, Ms. Davenport.

I'm Seaman Fisher.

Antwone Fisher, ma'am.

Well, what can|I do for you?

I'm here to see|the commander.

I'm one of his patients.|He told me to meet him here.

Well, he's not home yet.

But...

um...

Well, come on inside.|You can wait.

Would you like|some cider?

Sure. Thank you.

Seems you gettin' all ready|for Thanksgiving, ma'am.

Berta:
|Don't call me ma'am.

You're gonna|make me feel old.

Call me Berta.

So, are you going home|for the holidays?

No, but the chief cook|on the ship...

he's plannin'|a big meal.

So I'll be there|for that.

That sounds nice.

Here you go.

Thank you. Very much.

Um...

first thing I saw...

first time I was|in his office...

it was you.

Yeah. It was|your picture.

I thought you|had a nice face...

a good face, and...|maybe he's all right...

if he married|a woman like you.

Davenport:
You ready|to get started?

Yes, sir.

Nice meetin' you.

It was very nice|to meet you, too.

Okay.

I was just|tryin' to be nice.

Why don't you try bein'|nice on that ship?

Hmm?

Have a seat.

I like your house.

Thank you.

Tell me about|your house.

Your house the day|you left your family.

Sir?

The Tates. When they|threw you out.

Tell me about that.

Oh. It was back|to the orphanage.

Um...

they, uh--they|told me I needed...

to develop|my social skills.

Nobody was into|adoptin' teenage boys.

Uh...

they sent me|to a reform school...

in Pennsylvania.

That's where I got|my excellent skills I have now.

[Chuckles] Hmm...

What then?

Um...I was on my own.

The social worker,|she took me to a--

A men's shelter.

She gave me $67...

and, uh...

she said good-bye.

How long were you|at the shelter?

Just till|the next mornin'.

And?

I slept on a few|park benches...

and I came here.

To my house?

No, sir.

I joined the navy.

That's it.

I mean, that's|the Antwone Fisher story.

Okay.

That is it.

You're done for today.

Okay, sir.

Don't talk to my wife|anymore either. You hear me?

Yes, sir.

All right.

Davenport:
|Seaman Fisher.

Sir?

Get up here.

What I do?

Cut the jaw jackin'.|Up here right now.

I don't know what|you think you're up to...

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