Yelling to the Sky Page #2

Synopsis: As her family falls apart, seventeen year old Sweetness O'Hara is left to fend for herself in a neighborhood where her survival is uncertain.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Victoria Mahoney
Production: Independent Pictures
  4 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.9
Metacritic:
48
Rotten Tomatoes:
40%
Year:
2011
94 min
Website
86 Views


f***ing mother or just...

Come on, let's go before

someone sees us here.

Come on, Ola.

I hate him.

Don't say that.

His brother just died.

So what?

Damn, look at him.

Shut up, Sweetie.

Stop telling me what to do.

My pleasure.

"My pleasure."

Mama, may I

have some juice?

Quit slamming stuff.

I'm not slamming anything.

Oh, I'm sorry,

is that slamming?

Do it again, I dare you.

Smartass.

Ow!

That's what you get

for being a smartass.

If I was so smart, I wouldn't be stuck

here with all of you.

Oh, you're gonna get it.

Stop.

Mama?

Leave her alone.

If you wanna be useful, go make sure that

gravy's not fermenting.

That's it. I told you

to stop slamming sh*t.

Where did she go?

Ma!

Come back

inside now, Ma.

Go on and do.

Oh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa.

You are leaving looking like that

over my dead body.

So be it.

Don't. Don't.

Don't you dare.

I'm still your father.

You're just this person that comes

and goes,

sucking the life out of...

Jesus, child.

Lorene!

Lorene!

You...

Last time.

There's some

glue on the floor.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Alfie, who the f*** dressed you this

morning, man?

Yeah, that color's a little loud, brother,

I gotta tell you that.

You look like a lime, man.

You ain't got no lights in your house?

Jesus.

Yeah, I don't think

he has a mirror

in his house... Oh!

Come on now.

So how about you last night, brother?

What the f*** happened to you?

You're a little

tricky one, huh?

You fell in

the bush or something?

Something like that,

I don't know.

Copped a free feel

right there, you saw that?

Just shut up, man. I just don't wanna

be f***ing near you.

All right, Alfie,

play time's over.

Bye-bye.

Yeah, don't f*** around, man.

Sell that sh*t.

All right, f*** you.

F***ing prick.

I told you the first time.

Yeah, but that was

for some new kicks. This is for...

You know.

I just can't, baby girl.

Please.

Please.

Please, front me

some gear, Ro.

I mean, sh*t, you see

how my family's living.

I'm not trying to

go down like that.

Well, I found someone else

who'll front me, so...

I'm doing this with

or without your help.

Okay, look, keep it simple.

Small batches.

You can start

with the basics.

Powder to keep them awake.

Pills to help them sleep.

Mad chronic.

The people you're

playing just don't know.

Well, well, well.

Lo and behold.

Speak up. Y'all want

something or what?

We'll have a taste.

You see me squishing

soft serve out my ass?

Girl, this ain't Carvel.

I'm thinking it should be.

It's like that?

You better believe.

Anyone coming around to knock me

off has to put me out for good.

How do we know your

sh*t's worth buying?

Because everybody

and their meemaw says so,

or you two

wouldn't be here.

How about an exchange?

So what's your last memory?

Nothing.

You ever wonder

where he is?

What makes you think

I don't know where he is?

What you

care for, Sweetie?

I just want to know.

There's nothing to know.

Do you remember him at all?

So, what, you ain't

got no tact or what?

Guess we're gonna have to teach

your ass social skills, too.

He played

this game with me.

Cut up a whole newspaper

and made these figurines.

We made a village of folks.

Named each one.

And their kids

and their grandparents.

We made shops and jobs

and stories for all of them.

Two days later he vanished.

F***, we're gonna need to roll

some more to come up out of this.

The amount that mine comes and goes,

he might as well be gone.

Drop this off

on your way to school.

No, I'm gonna be late.

Sweetie, Lefty's mom

just died.

Drop this sh*t

off on your way.

I didn't know.

Hey, if you didn't put up for all these

funerals and sh*t,

how do folks get buried?

For real, Ro.

You best chill

with that profit, kid.

That'll catch up with you.

I'm just trying to eat.

I'm not doing it

for more or for extra.

Anyway, it's just

for right now.

Except right now

keeps on changing.

# My mother spread glory

# My father,

he still walks in sin

# 'Cause I'm

trying to make it on in

# I've come to

this gray land alone

# I heard of

a city called Heaven

# And I started to

make it back home #

Take off your earrings.

And get your hair back.

I'll come from the left.

I'll come from the right.

And then how do you want to do this?

You want to have a sign?

A code, in case you get into trouble,

we know to stop.

And jump in?

I don't believe in no sign.

Oh, Sweetie.

You stupid little c*nt.

What do you

turncoat twats want?

It's a multiple choice.

Circle A, B or C.

What the f*** is this?

You're unfamiliar with it?

If it was familiar,

why would I ask?

It's statistics.

Look, am I

suspended or what?

F***ing hell,

you're suspended.

So what's to discuss?

Okay, Sweet, keep your eye

on room six.

Anything wack happens,

just send me a blank text.

Cool.

Whoa. Who the f***

is this little brat?

I'm with him.

Pest, get outside.

I'm not leaving you.

I'm not asking.

Shut the f*** up.

Okay.

No, no, everybody in this room

stays in the f***ing room.

Stay still.

All right, get on with it.

I should be checking

you ain't up to sh*t.

Where's the money?

Enough!

I'm walking away.

Ro, don't walk away.

What?

I told you to shut up.

S, what're you saying?

We're already in this, Ro.

Hold still.

Let's just get what we came for.

It could help.

Get your f***ing hands

off her.

Yeah.

F***!

We're in the wrong room.

I've never seen

y'all before in my life.

It's a mistake.

I apologize for walking in on y'all

hick-ass motherfuckers.

Sh*t.

Move it, now. Move it.

Hey! Come on, we got off on

the wrong foot.

Stop at a brown car.

What brown car?

We're gonna see

it in 25 seconds.

I don't see no brown car!

Stop screaming. Calm down.

Step back.

Shouldn't you be in school?

Bang! Bang!

F***ing kids.

I'll deal with you later.

Bang!

I gotta go.

So, what, you're just kicking

me to the curb now?

Free will ain't working,

is it? No.

Where you gotta be?

None of your business.

I don't wanna go with you.

I'm just wondering what the big secret is.

Good night, Sweetness.

Baby girl, me and you ain't

crossing that line, so...

Don't even try

that sh*t again.

Good night.

Don't turn me

into that guy.

Look, this never happened.

You're gonna go inside.

I'm gonna take off.

And this sh*t lays here.

Curbside.

Nothing to speak on.

Catch you later.

Later.

You're cheating, Ma.

Wait, no.

Hey.

Hey.

You wanna play?

Either get over it,

or go sulk upstairs.

I think you're gonna have

to pull another one.

No. Remember,

I still have options.

But not many.

You're right.

Oh.

Another one.

This is not fair.

You rigged this.

Here's your daddy's bones.

OLA:
Okay. Here we go.

Come here.

Come here.

Here you go.

Hold that for a second.

Here.

Is that good?

Down a little.

F***!

All right.

Latonya.

Latonya!

I heard you used to

tell great stories.

Sweetie, your curiosity

will be the thing that saves you.

From what?

Dr. Stills ran clear across the room

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Victoria Mahoney

Victoria Mahoney is an American filmmaker and actress best known for her debut feature Yelling to the Sky. more…

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