The Poker House

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F***.

I race the sun

home in the morning...

and the moon up at night.

There's just today,

and then there's tonight.

Anything can happen,

then anything does.

Get through it.

You've got 10 minutes to get out of my

house before my sisters get up for school.

I-I-It's some

Jewish people holiday.

Ain't no school.

Then you got five minutes.

Yeah?

All right.

I ain't seen this one before.

He probably won't kill me.

It ain't happened yet.

But it's like when people tell

you that their dog doesn't bite.

How do they know?

Oh, and nobody's coming

to save my ass.

It took me a minute to get that.

The man in the white hat,

the man on the white horse...

yeah, he ain't coming.

I remember when I was 10 somebody

gave me a diary for a present,

and I felt like

it was too late...

so I didn't write in it.

Too much had already happened.

So it wouldn't be

the whole story.

I feel that way again,

and I'm 14.

But nobody'd believe it.

Ain't nobody to tell.

If a girl falls in the city

and nobody sees it,

did it happen?

Get up.

Sh*t.

Get up.

Is it cold?

Not really.

Wash your face, stinky.

Where's

your little sister?

Sheila's.

What?

That's where she's at.

Who?

Cammie.

I asked you that,

like, an hour ago.

Yeah, well,

she's at Sheila's.

Even though Sheila's mom says

she can't stay there no more...

'cause she can't afford to

feed seven kids, only six.

Like,

what's the big whoop?

But Cammie keeps going over

there every day after school,

and by the time Sheila's mom gets home

from her second job at the dog track...

lame...

she doesn't have enough energy to wake

Cammie up and kick her out in the street.

Cammie's f***in' little.

She don't take up that much room.

Yeah, but she eats up

all their food.

Good for her.

Maybe she'll grow.

What are you gonna do

today?

Nothin'.

Well,

deliver these papers.

Go bum food

at Kelly's mom's.

Oh, and I got this book report on

a book I probably read in utero.

And play my sax.

How 'bout take a bath?

Mom here?

Yeah.

Then no.

Hey, Bee!

Wait up!

You coming back?

You making breakfast?

I could make

macaroni and cheese,

although we don't make

any milk or any butter.

Orange-water macaroni?

I found some nacho cheese

Doritos from last night.

I can smash 'em up in

the bowl with water and...

Nah.

That doesn't work.

- It kinda does.

- Not!

- Does.

- I'd rather eat dirt.

One hour.

One hour, queer bait.

Bee poured out

all the liquor in the house once.

That went over real well.

He kissed me...

about a week ago.

Are you breaking into

people's houses now?

F*** you.

I was rollin' bones

behind Ju-Ju's.

Them n*ggers

don't know how to act.

Well, you tell 'em.

You win, at least?

I rolled hard eights for an

hour straight, little girl.

You didn't answer

my question.

I'm tryin' to told you.

You just didn't heard me.

You count it.

And I kissed him back.

Here, my girl.

Supposed to start shootin' folks now?

If you want to.

Who would you shoot first?

You.

What's the matter?

Don't like McDonald's no more?

I'm gonna eat it.

Don't worry about it

wit' your black ass.

You got jokes.

Three hundred and...

Eighty-two dollars.

Man, them n*ggers shouldn't mess

with the kid. Think they slick.

What day is today?

Well, it used to be

called Monday,

but after the rebirth

of the cool tonight...

Uh, no.

after the rain falls down

like a mighty river...

Calm down, reverend. I got it.

You got a game tonight.

A game?

Baby, don't you

read the papers?

This is the ladies'

conference championship...

in the guise of an ass-whippin'

of biblical proportions.

Calm your narrow ass down.

I read about you

in the papers, girl.

What did it say?

That you love me.

And?

And that you was fixin' to open a can of

whup-ass on the basketball court tonight.

So you can read.

Do you still love me?

Of course I do.

What's goin' on

with the freaks?

I kicked some big-headed n*gger

out of here a little while ago.

Alfred.

I didn't ask him

his name.

Tommy.

I don't know. I never saw him before.

What?

You deaf too?

I said, I never saw him before.

Oh, hell, no.

This double-trick b*tch

owes somebody some money.

Sarah!

Hey, baby.

Get your ugly ass up, b*tch.

I was waiting for you.

You got my f***in' money?

I don't wanna hear sh*t, b*tch.

What, you drink supper?

And open a f***in' window!

Smells like

somebody's ass!

What the f*** you think this is?

You know I don't play games.

Oh, come on!

B*tch!

I don't want no

part of what goes on in there.

Yeah, that's right, ho.

Shut the f*** up.

But I sure do like being kissed.

$442.

You ain't gon' eat it?

I don't give a f***

about no Egg McMuffin.

Suit yourself, little girl.

Cammie. Cammie?

Mama says

you gotta go.

F***.

What time is it?

Don't matter.

Mama says

you gotta go.

- Go, go, go! Do it! Do it!

- Ray!

Home! Home! Home!

I got it!

Ray!

Jesus! What's going on?

Hey, y'all

better stop playin'!

Mama!

Mike hit me!

Goddamn it, what

the hell's going on?

Who touched my towel?

This red towel is my towel, and

it's got wet on it. Who touched it?

Mama!

What?

Cammie, you've gotta go home.

Okay.

Earl! Burl!

Bye, Cammie.

Bye, Sheila.

Bye, Mrs. Hightower.

Bye, little girl.

Okay.

Thank you.

Bye, hon.

Sweetheart.

Bye.

Mama,

Burl's bleeding again.

They know where the Band-Aids are.

Sit down. Eat.

Earl!

Well, Cammie, it looks like you and

I are working the same shift today.

Sure does.

What do you say we get some breakfast.

Sounds good to me.

All right.

Wait a minute.

What?

Looks like you grew about

an inch in your sleep.

Yeah?

I don't know if I should

feed you just yet.

What...

I wanna grow!

Oh, you do?

Yeah.

Oh, okay.

Well, let's get a move on.

Okay.

I wish you was

my daddy.

I couldn't be

your daddy.

Yeah, I know.

And you couldn't be my kid.

Yeah, I know.

You wanna know why?

Mmm, yeah,

I think so.

Yeah.

'Cause I'd kill ya.

You would not!

Sure I would.

I'd kill you with kisses.

You can't kill nobody

with kisses.

Oh, yeah, you can, actually,

if you tickle 'em at the same time.

Nah, that wouldn't work.

Yeah.

Know what else?

What?

If you were my kid, I'd make you

eat onion and lard sandwiches.

No, you wouldn't.

Yes, I would.

And I'd make you sleep in the doghouse.

No, you wouldn't!

You're a good guy.

News or sports?

Sports.

Sports it is.

I ran into a tree,

'cause we were sledding.

Where is everything?

I cleaned it up.

Oh, God. Oh, Jesus.

Why?

You know, where...

where is my...

my stuff?

You know, people

always movin'...

Where is my stuff?

People always moving

all my stuff!

You know,

this is my house.

Can't I leave my stuff where

I want to without people,

you know, taking things,

moving things?

Where the f*** is everything?

- Do you want me to make you a drink?

- Lord Jesus Christ on the cross!

Can't I... leave my

things where I want to?

This is my house,

for God's sake.

People...

People taking things.

Taking things...

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