Girlfight

Don't lie to me.

I know that something is up.

Why do we have to keep talking

about this? It's over.

Look, he's not all that anyway.

- But I like him.

- Marisol, it's a free country.

Just because you have a crush on him

doesn't mean you own him.

You didn't even notice him

until you found out I liked him.

- Please. Get over yourself.

- It's true.

You could have any boy you want

in this school, and you choose him.

Look, nothing happened.

Okay?

Can we be friends now?

You f***ed him.

I did not.

You're lying.

You had sex with him?

Guzman, you suck.

It didn't mean anything to me. If he

prefers me over you, is that my problem?

Maybe it's time

you took a look in the mirror.

It's time for a makeover.

Apologize to her.

- Excuse me?

- You heard me. Say you're sorry.

Yeah, right.

Come on, girls, let's bounce.

I'm telling you,

that b*tch is psycho.

Get off me, you f***in' b*tch!

Jesus.

American Gladiators.

Show's over.

You kids are late for class.

You're f***ing crazy, Guzman!

- You started it, you f***in' b*tch!

- Enough!

- She's lying!

- Yo, Tiny, check your sister!

- You know what you did.

- Both of you are at fault.

- I didn't do nothing!

- Except be your stinky, skanky self.

I said hustle, or all of you

end up in detention!

Report after school,

or you're suspended.

See you.

You are another story.

Now come on.

This is your fourth fight

this semester.

You simply can't continue

to behave like this.

Have you ever considered

how much more effective it would be...

to talk about your disagreement?

You have a serious problem.

In or out of school, your life

is only gonna get harder because of it.

You might want us to find someone

who can help you deal with this.

I don't need any help.

Fine. It's up to you.

I am out of options.

One more fight,

and you're expelled.

Who cares if I'm expelled?

Diana, ask yourself

that question.

Up the ante. Up.

- Money on the wood.

- Hey there, it's Diana.

Oh, yeah,

the gym's probably closed by now.

- I got held up at school.

- You in trouble again?

Here. Tell Hector I'll have

the rest for him next week.

Not after this game.

- Where am I going?

- Take the 61 to York.

It's near the water.

Why you sending your girl

down there?

'Cause she's paying Hector.

My good man from Panama's training Tiny.

Man, you're the living likeness

of your mother.

- I was just saying...

- Just play.

Later.

You need some variety.

I give it to you.

I'm looking for Hector.

The ring in the back.

The right, Tiny.

Remember your combinations, Tiny.

- Last round.

- You said we go to four.

He's not ready.

Not ready, huh?

Where the hell's Don?

- What's up?

- You better keep your eye on this bozo.

- He don't listen to a word I say.

- Well, make him listen.

What the f***?

That's my brother, you little sh*t.

Let me go!

I'm gonna get her!

I gotta put you in a cage?

- The ho hit me first.

- I mean that crap in the ring.

It's embarrassing. Being beaten twice

in a day makes me look like a p*ssy.

Hey, watch your mouth.

- Why'd you mess with Ray like that?

- He's a punk, Tiny.

- We were sparring.

- It didn't look that way to me.

Here, this is from my dad.

You Sandro's kid too?

- How come I never heard about you?

- I don't know. I'm his pride and joy.

Jesus Christ.

Nice meeting you.

Yeah.

You been humiliated.

You fight dirty with a little kid.

Then you got slaped by a little girl.

That's weak, Ray.

The b*tch is lucky

I didn't kill her.

- You spared her some mighty force, huh?

- That's right.

Who's the dish?

Should have me a taste

and find out.

Little man.

- You know I was just playin', right?

- I know.

Can we shake?

Thought you had a friend.

Come on, man.

Hey, killer.

I forgive you too.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

I mean, I guess you never

learned how to be a lady.

You shouldn't hit people

like that.

I couldn't resist.

Tiny, let's go.

Got that scholarship application

I told you about.

- For that art school?

- Yeah. It's cool.

You gotta learn all kinds of stuff

before you can do any work.

You know,

to get a foundation.

You would think that's cool.

Sounds like

a waste of time to me.

Learn how to draw.

What's that gonna get you, Tiny?

Ajob painting somebody's house

out in Long Island somewhere?

Maybe.

Edward clean you out

like he said he would?

Yeah, well, he screws himself

when he talks like that.

I'm not finished.

I know.

So, how was school, champ?

It was okay.

Lots of excitement.

When I was a kid,

school was so boring...

I thought I'd piss in my pants

waiting to get out in the world.

So, did it happen?

What?

Did you get out in the world?

What kind of question is that?

Dad.

It's Ms. Martinez.

When?

No, she didn't mention it.

Yes.

Yeah.

Okay.

Why you always gotta

f*** up like this, huh?

Veronica asked for it.

You embarrass me. Sometimes

I don't even think you're mine.

Maybe I'm not your kid.

That better be cleaned up

by the time I come back.

If I was enough of a skeez,

I could pull that off.

Why would you want to?

Veronica say anything to you?

Yeah, if she wants

to choke on her teeth.

Always with

that damn mirror of hers.

"Let me get made up just perfect

so I can suck your dick...

which is all I'm good for

anyway."

- Let it rest with her already.

- How come?

Because she can be bitchy,

but that's not all she's about.

- Some f***ing loyalty.

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