Fruitvale Station Page #5

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

give you your job back?

What? What game you running now, Osc?

You ain't sh*t, you know that?

You lie to me, you lie

to your f***ing daughter...

I ain't had to tell your ass nothing.

Food on the table, the lights still on.

I could've kept getting it,

you wouldn't have known sh*t.

Oh, so you would've just kept faking?

And been out there bustin' knocks,

and doing whatever else,

or whoever else...

You say you want the truth, right?

You ain't even tryin' to hear me.

You ain't even trying to hear it.

You ain't even listening to me.

Not after you lie for two weeks,

get cornered, and don't have a choice.

That's some p*ssy-ass sh*t.

What'd you do today? Huh?

I bet you sold that f***ing zip.

I dumped that sh*t, Phina.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

I'm tired.

Thought I could start over fresh, but...

...sh*t ain't workin' out.

You threw a whole zip of weed out

and you don't got a job?

I could slap you right now.

What are you gonna do?

Something legal.

Maybe if I could just

not f*** up for 30 days.

That's how long Oprah said

it takes to form a habit, right?

Look at me.

Don't make me have to go

through this sh*t alone, again.

Get this off. Take it off.

A distinct difference

between "Nah" and "Haa."

Yeah.

Hey, you guys are just in time!

Happy birthday!

Oh, you guys got me a cake, too?

- Yup. Happy birthday.

- Thank you, baby.

Smells good in here.

Here you go.

Look at you...

Hey Grandma.

What's smelling so good?

Oh, Osc...

Baby, you know I only needed two.

You didn't have to spend so much money.

Mama, you don't gotta worry about that.

- Oh...

- OK.

- What's up?

- We're up to no good...

- How you guys doing?

- How you doin', Oscar?

What's going on, Oscar?

- Nothin', hangin' out.

- Yeah?

Get some food. I'm hungry.

Uh-oh, what you got?

Mom's card.

Tay wanted me to go pick her up one.

- There you go.

- Appreciate that.

She's gonna flip out over this one.

- Oh, come on, now.

- That's Chantay there.

We got stuff comin' in.

You want to put it in...

You can't dump it!

No, that's what she told me

when I was this size.

"You can't dump it!"

You know, T,

when your daddy was your size,

just your age, he used to do this

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