Fruitvale Station Page #2
with rent this month.
- How much?
- Like, 300.
But l can get you back
n a couple of weeks.
OK, so what's the good news?
- Come on, Chantay.
l gotta do t. Plus, Moms understands.
But I need you to get her a card
for me and sign it, all right?
- All right.
- Osc, don't get me no fake-ass card
I want a black card.
- All right, I got you.
- All right.
- I love you, all right?
- Love you too, screw up.
Whatever, bye.
What's up with it, Osc?
What's good with it, bruh?
My bad about last night.
Still trying to get that?
Hey, I'm not out that way though.
I'm gonna be in the town all day.
It's cool, I can come to you, bruh.
All right, meet me over here
by the water. Right off the 80.
Gmme about an hour.
- All right, bet that.
- Bet.
Yeah.
Hey...
What's up, boy?
What's up, boy? What's up?
Hey! Hey! Hey, slow down!
Hey! Hey! Slow down!
You b*tch motherf***er!
Slow down!
Hi. What's up, bruh?
What's up, bruh? It's all right, bruh.
It's all right.
It's all right, bruh.
It's all right, bruh...
You with me, bruh?
Come on, bruh...
Come on.
Somebody help!
Grant, come on.
All right, let me see
your hands... ears...
...your hair... inside your mouth.
All right, turn around.
Bend over, squat.
All right, you're good.
- Hey baby.
- Hey Mama.
Happy birthday.
What happened to your face?
You look nice today.
My girls came to see you last night?
- I bet y'all let her win, too.
- Of course.
- Y'all hella weak for that.
She'll get no easy wins around me.
- Mm.
- What?
Remember that microwave popcorn
- Hella good.
- Yeah.
While I was putting it in the bowl,
Tatiana just standing there,
staring up at me,
looking like she wanted
something.
OK, then what? Come on, Ma.
She says, "Grandma,
do we have any dark butter?"
Dark... What's dark butter?
I'm thinking maybe she watched
Food Network or something.
I said, "Sweetheart,
what's dark butter?"
And she said, "Well, when my daddy
took me to see Wall-E,
So now I want to try some
dark butter this time."
- She too smart...
- This Moms right here?
- She a snitch, too?
- What the f*** you say about my moms?
- F*** you and this b*tch.
- Talking tough with these guards.
I'm gonna see your b*tch-ass
on the outside.
- B*tch-ass Palma Ceia n*gger.
- B*tch-ass motherf***er.
- Oscar...
- F*** DGF!
- Oh, f*** you!
- No, we good.
Yeah, we good for now.
Yeah.
Yeah, f***ed up...
Calm down.
Oscar.
What happened to your face?
Dark butter...
She always listenin'.
Too damn smart for her own good.
Pre-school said, we should think about
starting her in school early...
Phina tell you that?
Yeah, we'll put her in private school.
Uniforms.
I was looking at Saint B the other day,
and they got this new thing where
they start 'em off speaking Spanish,
- then they put them back on English...
- I'm not coming here anymore.
What?
I'm not coming here
- This is my last time.
- I know, I know...
I know, this is
the last time for me, too.
I told you that.
I ain't going down no more.
You wanna keep putting Sophina through
this, then you go right ahead, OK?
But Tatiana? That baby
doesn't deserve this, Oscar.
She's too young to know what's going on.
So I guess that's why
she asked me why you love
taking your vacations more
than you like being with her.
- She ain't say that.
- Oh, so I'm a liar now.
Ma, you got to tell her I love her.
- Tell her I...
- Tell her yourself.
The next time you call home,
you tell her yourself.
Or better yet,
let her come visit you here.
Yeah, but I...
She don't need to be exposed...
- You already exposed her to this.
- So what, you gonna leave me?
What kind of mom is you?
You gonna f*** around
and leave me in here?
You ain't never had
my f***in' back anyway.
I'm in here by myself.
- I love you, Oscar.
- You don't love nothin'.
I do.
And I'm praying for you.
I'll see you when you get home.
Hey Ma, hold up. Let me get a hug, Ma?
Grant,back to the visiting area.
Hey Ma, I'm sorry!
Get the f*** out of here!
Ma, I'm sorry! At least get a hug!
Ma, let me just get a hug!
Hey Ma, I'm sorry!
Get the f*** off me!
Get the f*** off me!
Hey Ma, I'm sorry!
Ma, I'm sorry!
Get the f*** off me!
Get the f*** off me, bruh!
Hey, Ma...!
Sh*t, bruh. I didn't think
we was ever going to hook up.
- What's good?
- I'm smooth.
I got good news
and bad news, though, my nig.
Don't tell me you ain't got it.
- Sold it to a white boy.
- For real? For how much?
Gave me a rack for it.
I wasn't gonna pay that high.
I still need it, though. What's good?
For the drive up?
Right on, Osc.
No, you're good, bruh.
- You sure?
- Take it.
Right on.
Burn one with your boy
right quick, though.
Nah, it's all you, bruh.
Right on, Osc.
All right, bruh. Be smooth.
Yeah.
Can you take me to my grandma's house
real quick to get changed?
Yeah.
What kind of cake you get?
Carrot cake.
Why you ain't get ice cream?
'Cause it ain't your birthday.
You know, it'd be hella easier
if you had your stuff at my spot, right?
Why don't you just move in?
Maybe when you stop blowing trees
in the car before we pick up T.
Can you roll down the window, please?
Hey T! T! Come here.
- Daddy!
- Hey, what's up, nugget?
Hey, what's up, girl?
How you doin'?
- Good.
- Good?
Really? Did you win?
- They couldn't catch me.
- Think you fast, huh?
Think you're faster than Daddy?
Mm. Really?
What's that?
Hey!
Undefeated! Undefeated!
You still haven't beaten me yet.
You know that, right?
- Eh.
- Eh.
- What are you doing?
- What do you mean?
- You're going to break this car!
- It'll be all right.
- I can't lose. Undefeated.
Daddy's 100 and 0.
Big, big, big cheater.
You're a cheater.
I didn't cheat.
How do you know if I cheated or not?
You were sitting in the car.
T, Mommy's a hater.
- Grandma?
- Yes?
Can you watch T tonight?
We want to go to 'Frisco.
Ask your sister.
But Rose got hella kids to watch.
But what's the difference
between watching six kids
- S.
- S.
Daddy, what's that on your shirt?
Daddy had an accident at work.
How is work, by the way?
Work is... work.
I'll be back.
What you think?
It's cool.
Put a shirt on the bed
for you, if you want.
Right on.
Are you all right?
Osc... What's up?
Hm?
F*** it. I lost my job.
For what?
Being late.
Last couple of days,
trying to get some money.
And they told you today?
On your day off?
Can I keep it real?
They told me two weeks ago.
My bad, Phina.
I thought I was gonna get my job back...
You think life's a f***ing joke?
You think you're gonna get fired
and somebody's gonna
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