Why Stop Now Page #6

Yeah, I actually, uh,

actually, uh-

actually fell.

Sh*t, I don't know how

I'm going to play.

I got an audition for a piano.

I mean, I got a-

what am I doing?

Wait, what is going on?

No, no, I have a-

I have a piano audition

for a piano school,

for a, um-

for a music conservatory,

and ifs, like, right now,

so I got to-

- Let me help you.

Here.

- Okay.

Thanks.

Are you nervous?

- No, I mean,

ifs just an audition.

I probably won't even get in.

Maybe you will.

Am I okay?

Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Okay.

- Why don't you go in there

and check on your boy?

Well, you're his mother.

You shouldn't be

out here worrying.

You're right about that.

I'm going in.

Me too.

They probably still got

my picture hanging.

- All right, I'll stay out here

with the car.

I'll be right back, Black!

Yeah.

Hey, Miss Muffet, let me have

one of them sandwiches.

Give me a sandwich.

J"J"

Okay.

J"J"

- Hey.

- You're almost late.

Are you trying to make me

nervous or what?

- I'm here.

I'm here.

What's with the hand?

- Nothing, nothing.

I'm fine.

- I've been teaching

for 15 years.

In all of that time,

you are one of three

or four students

who had a true gift.

- Really.

- Okay.

Special.

You're the one.

Okay.

Eli!

Stop f***ing up.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

Eli Bloom.

Yeah, hi.

This is Eli Bloom.

Okay, scram.

Hey, so...

I'm Jennifer Michaels.

This is Mr. Spinelli,

and this is Miss Crane-

J"J"

J"J"

- Ow.

Oh, sh*t.

J"J"

Sh*t, f***.

I can't play like this.

Do you need help?

Oh, bravo!

- Mom, what the hell

are you doing here?

I am so proud.

- I think you need some help.

- No, no.

- Don't worry.

I'll get help.

I'm his mother.

Wasn't he wonderful?

- Hey, shut up.

- Eli, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah.

Thanks a lot

for the audition, Dave.

Thanks for squeezing me in,

and, um, well, don't call us.

We'll call you, I guess.

Oh, easy, easy, baby.

We gotta go 'cause you see,

my mom's got a drug dealer

waiting for us in the car.

Oh, no, you know what?

He's right here.

- He's a friend.

- 'Sup?

- Yeah, we gotta go do

some gangster sh*t, but, uh...

Eli!

- But you said I'm the one,

right, Dave?

I'm the one!

Gotta make a pick-up.

He's having a rough day.

That boy got talent!

You got that right.

Eli, slow down!

You were fantastic!

- You the man on the keys,

Mozart!

- Amazing!

- I ruined it.

No, Eli, you were wonderful!

- I wasn't.

Shut up.

- Eli.

- What?

You-Sprinkles saw it.

You should have seen the look

on their faces, sweetheart.

They loved you.

- They loved me?

What planet do you live on?

Even when you're not high,

you're still high.

- Okay, hold on,

let me show you something.

You talk to him, Sprink.

- What?

- Eli.

- Yeah.

- That's me, my junior year.

That's you!

I won state.

Almost nationals.

- Wait.

Leopold Leonard?

That's your name?

My mother gave me that name.

You got a problem with it?

- After all, Sprinkles is

a pretty stupid name,

you know what I mean?

Penny, shut up.

At least I have a trophy.

And I still got the record

for the 100-meter dash.

What's your legacy?

- I'm sorry, man,

really, truly.

Just tell the kid what you know.

Go on.

Go on.

- I ran anchor

on that relay team.

Came back from behind.

Won the sh*t for us.

They never let me

hold the trophy.

That is so wrong.

Never gave me the glory.

- Yo, f*** the past, man.

- Yeah.

F*** the past.

F*** the system.

F*** my f***ing hand.

F*** it.

Yeah, f*** it, man.

F*** it!

- F***ing hand!

F*** it all!

F*** the past!

- F*** it all!

- F*** everything.

Motherf***er!

Go, Leopold!

Go, man, go!

- So what is this now?

Robbery?

- This is my trophy.

I won it.

I own it.

It's mines.

Hello!

- Eli, where'd you go?

- Dave.

Thou shalt not steal.

- Wait, they want me

to come back?

No, I was terrible-today?

- Eli, who's that?

- Sorry, uh, wait.

No, I don't think

I can come back today.

You know, it's not stealing

if it's yours

in the first place.

- Bullshit.

- Thank you, Penny.

I appreciate that.

- I mean, really,

he just took what was his.

- I gotta go.

I'm sorry, Dave.

I got another call.

- Damn $2 trophy.

- Hello?

Oh, hi, hi.

Hola.

Yes, hola.

Okay, yeah.

Como esta?

- Hey, is that our guy?

Is it on?

- Your piano teacher?

- Will you please shut up?

- What did he want?

- Sprink.

- Sorry, hi, okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- What did Dave want,

though, honey?

- Yeah, yeah. SI.

SI, sf, sf.

Yo entiendo.

Llegaramos alli pronto.

Okay.

All right, si, gracias.

- Who's that

on the phone, Mozart?

- Adios.

- Who's that?

Is that our connect?

- Yeah, that was Eduardo.

He said the stuffs ready.

We gotta go over there

and pick this sh*t up

and get it over with.

We gotta go pick up Nicole.

Who's Nicole?

Yeah, who's Nicole?

They're not coming.

Yes, they are.

Nicole.

Cut that out.

They would never forget me.

Wanna bet?

They've abandoned you.

And now you're homeless.

- Nicole.

Stop that.

Stop what?

- Your sock puppet thin

It's weird-.

Here they come.

- Yo, yo, Nicole.

Get in the car.

Come on, sweetie!

- Yo, guys, open the door.

Be polite.

Bye, Nicole.

No, Nicole, get in the back.

Say hello to the nice men.

Where are you going?

We're taking her to Tricia's.

- I can't go there.

- Why?

She hates you, not Nicole.

She treats me like trash.

She thinks I'm a bad mother.

- Oh, yeah, well, she's totally

out of touch with reality.

She's my sister.

- Who are you?

- I'm Black.

I can see you're black.

What's your name?

It's Black.

- Black, black, black,

black-ety, black, black.

Nicole, shut up.

Mom, this puppet thing

is a problem.

Julio is her friend.

That's a stupid trophy.

Nicole, shut up, okay?

- You stupid,

talking through that puppet.

Weirdo.

I'm not stupid.

Guess what.

- Hey, Nicole.

- What?

- Chicken butt.

You dummy.

Chicken butthead.

- You need to learn

how to respect your elders.

Hey, y'all need to teach this

girl back here some manners.

Her manners are fine.

Mom, don't baby her, okay?

- You need to teach this girl

some manners, huh?

You need to teach yourself

how to go on a diet, fatty.

J' Fatty, fatty, fatty J'

You're gonna learn now.

- Ow!

You're hurting Julio!

- Hey! hey!

- Mommy!

- Nicole.

- Eli!

- Let go!

- Say you're sorry!

- Nicole, say it.

- No!

- Say you're sorry!

No!

- Black, chill.

- Say you're sorry!

- No, I'm not!

- Say it!

Let go of my daughter!

- Let go, fatty!

- Nicole!

- Coley, are you all right?

- Black, chill out!

- Say it!

- Nicole, say you're sorry!

No, I'm not sorry!

Black, you let go of her!

' No!

No!

- Problem solved.

- No!

I am gonna kick your ass!

You want a lesson too?

I didn't think so!

Drive the damn car!

Discipline's gone

out the window these days.

Sometime I be bugging on you.

Why are you arguing with-you-

a little girl?

I didn't do nothing!

She back here with a sock.

- Exactly!

She got a sock on her hand!

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