The Inevitable Defeat of Mister & Pete

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Mr. Carey?

Can I get a ride home?

Okay, look,

I know you asked me for a ride home

to try to convince me

to change my mind.

But I can't do that.

I know it's hard, Mister,

but maybe repeating 8th grade

is exactly what you need.

When you were offered after school help,

you refused it.

That's... That's fine.

That was your right.

We can't force it on you,

but now you have to

accept the consequences of that choice.

I can't pass you.

But I am willing to do

what I can to help you.

It's plain to see

that you need it.

F*** you.

Get the hell out of my car!

Yo, what about

my son, man?

What about your son?

It's just me and him.

Let me go.

You can't lock me up.

I'm all he's got.

Man, don't worry about your son.

If you cooperate,

then maybe your ass will see him later.

they're gonna take care of him

over at Riverview.

Riverview? Hell, no!

Hey!

Daddy, don't let them take me!

Don't let them take me there!

TJ, relax.

Take care.

Look, man, you trying to take my son and

put him in the system?

Go ahead.

Watch your feet.

Get in!

Was he

beating up on you?

Did he hit you?

Yeah, he hit me.

He hit you?

Okay, that... I mean,

that's domestic violence.

Listen,

I need to talk to you

about the acting auditions

on August 7th.

Remember I told you about the TV show

in Beverly Hills?

The auditions are downtown,

and how you're gonna take me

to the auditions and you would...

Yeah, I know, Mister.

Why is Pete in my room

on my PlayStation?

Yo!

Go get something for dinner.

You don't you have any

real money?

This is real money, Mister.

Straight up,

I'm not babysitting, dude.

Mister, take Pete with you.

What you looking at, chopstick?

What'd you say to him?

I didn't say anything.

He stole.

What?

He stole.

Shut up.

And who told you to play

with my PlayStation, anyway?

Don't ever touch my stuff.

Denied. Insufficient funds.

What?

The card is out of money.

I will need

another form of payment.

F*** that.

Excuse me? Again, please.

Nothing. Just give me

back the card.

You know what?

I think I'll give it

to its rightful owner.

But it's my mom's, yo.

First of all,

I am not your "Yo".

Second, tell your mom

to come and get it if she wants it.

But not you.

You are banned.

Banned?

Banned for what?

Just leave

before I call the police.

But I didn't do...

Leave!

Why are you banned?

Why are you banned, Mister?

That's him.

The one who stole.

Yo, you don't snitch,

all right?

But stealing's wrong.

Look, people do what they have to do

to survive out here.

It's candy.

What are you talking about?

It's candy.

I heard you, man.

Annoying as hell. Damn!

Stay here.

The card

is out of money.

What?

The welfare card.

Dude at the store said

you have to come and get it.

Where's Peter?

I don't know.

Somewhere.

I'm right here, Mister.

Why's he here anyway?

If I'm babysitting,

his mom's is gonna pay me for real.

She give you money to pay me?

We're going out to eat.

What?

Go clean up.

We're going to eat.

We don't have money

to go out to eat!

Hey!

Don't talk to me like that.

How are you, Peter?

Good. Thanks.

How was school today, Mister?

Same as always.

It was the last day, right?

Guess you're a freshman now.

You know Curtis

from our building?

What about him?

He got nabbed today.

He did?

What for?

What do you think?

They took his son to Riverview.

Dude's like my age.

I always heard Curtis

was into some bad stuff.

He should have known

his ass would end up in jail.

He works for the same

drug-dealing pimp you work for.

Eat your cheeseburger, Mister.

And what about his son?

He's stuck at the worst group home

in the world.

He deserves that

because his pop's a screw-up?

Jesus, would you eat your goddamn food

and shut up?

I'll be back in a minute.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Why're you here?

Eat the rest.

That's okay.

I'm... I'm full.

Eat the rest. Now!

Let's go.

No. Pete's not done.

He's not wasting that food.

He can take it

with him, Mister.

He's not taking it with him.

He's eating it now!

Finish it!

What the hell

is wrong with you?

What the hell

is wrong with you?

Sucking dick in the bathroom!

Keep the change.

Think big.

Think positive.

Always go for the throat.

Buy low, sell high.

Fear? That's the

other guy's problem.

Nothing you have

ever experienced

will prepare you for the absolute carnage

you are about to witness.

Super Bowl, World Series,

they don't know what pressure is.

In this building,

it's either kill or be killed.

You make no friends in the pits

and you take no prisoners.

One minute you're up half

a million in soybeans

and the next, boom, your

kids don't go to college

and they've repossessed your Bentley.

Are you with me?

Yeah, we got to kill the motherf...

We got to kill 'em!

They want you to buy

as much OJ as you can,

the instant trading stock.

Stay here.

I'll be back.

Is it all right if I have

some water maybe?

Man, I don't care.

Hey, do me a favor.

What?

Run in there and get me a paper.

For what?

To read, why else?

Where that Chinese nigga at?

He's not Chinese.

Where he at?

Why?

Because I don't

like him, that's why.

Something fishy

about that nigga.

Man, whatever, yo.

Why you can't just go in there

and get it yourself?

Man, what's with

all the questions, man?

You gonna help me out or not?

I ain't gonna be your paperboy and sh*t.

How's that supposed to look?

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