Imperial Dreams Page #3

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Stop. It's recording.

What's wrong with you? Stop.

I'm just trying to help us.

It's cool.

- How's your mom?

- Same, I guess.

Some county facility,

hooked up to machines,

breathing for her, feeding her.

It's good that Unc came through

and let Day stay there.

- You know, since you've been in here.

- Watching him for three weeks ain't sh*t.

You know, now I'm back...

he wants me to help him.

Bambi, you just got out of jail.

Be strong.

As smart as you are,

you could find something else.

You got a son to think of.

[guard] Up!

- You hear me?

- Yeah.

- Take care of Day.

- I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna handle it.

- You...

- [line cuts out]

I got you. I will.

[slams phone receiver]

[mouths]

Day, say "I love you" to your mom.

Bye, Mommy.

[rap music blares]

You wanna go to Shrimp's?

[sighs] Shrimp, man.

You know he offered me a job?

Four grand to drive a car to Portland

and not look in the trunk.

Sh*t.

I need three grand for school

and I'm good, bro.

I've still got a couple of weeks

to get it, so I'm not tripping... yet.

I've been turning in my applications

everywhere, man.

- It's dry as hell.

- [siren burst]

[Bambi] Sh*t, man.

F***ing Hernandez.

[siren burst]

[Hernandez] Welcome home, Bambi.

Been a long time.

[chuckles] Your kid recognize you

when you got out?

Know anything about that kid

who got killed on south side of Imperial?

- I've been out 27 hours.

- How about your cousin, Gideon?

Are you covering for him

like you covered for your uncle?

I don't know sh*t.

What about you?

Are you affiliated?

[Wayne] Look at me, man.

Do I look like I'm in a gang?

You look like a bright,

intelligent young man.

Why the f*** are you with this guy?

He's my brother, man.

Why don't you do something

like join the army? Get out of here.

This bright kid's on his way to college.

Well, come on, college boy. You can go.

- What about my brother?

- I said go.

- Just stay chill. Be cool.

- Yeah.

[female officer]

Get a booster seat for that kid.

Don't let me catch you f***ing up again.

[stammers]

I... I didn't know.

Ma?

- You got any rock?

- What are you doing, Ma?

- [fridge door slams]

- Come on.

[laughs]

[mutters] God damn.

- What did Mom say?

- She didn't say nothing.

Man, I told you.

[footsteps shuffling]

So when you wanna go to Portland?

I need somebody I can trust.

Can't do it.

You know what? I know writing, you know,

makes you feel cultured and all, man.

But, I mean, what good is it if you don't,

you know, help out your family?

You know what I'm saying?

I'm more than happy

to clean up around here.

I'm trying to find a job

so I can pitch in on the rent.

[cutlery clatters]

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