200 baris pertama.
- Morning. - Good morning, my love. Hm.
Hm.
Hm.
Mom?
We got to go.
Yo, Stevie. It's on. Polo Boy is coming.
He's coming.
Hello?
Stevie?
Fucking phone.
- Baby, put your seatbelt on. - Okay.
I heard you praying again this morning.
So?
Well, you never pray.
That's not true.
- What were you praying about? - Doesn't matter.
I was just, like, praying.
Nothing specific. Just...
You praying for your mother to get better?
- Mom... - Were you praying for me to get better?
- Mom! - You love me.
Why do you have to know so bad? I don't have to tell you.
I don't have to tell you every time I pray
what I pray for.
You don't have to worry, baby.
I'm going to be fine.
Going to be just fine.
- Yes? - You got to move.
This is where the ambulances come in.
Can I have 30 seconds, please?
- I'm sorry, man. - My mom's in there.
No. You got to go now.
See?
Shit. One second.
Goddamn it.
- Sorry. - It's okay.
- How'd it go? - Hm, yeah.
Good, A-okay.
Seatbelt.
What'd he say?
Said I'm good.
Did you look at schools?
Mm-hm.
Did you really?
Yes.
Swear to God.
I just don't want you wasting another year.
That's what I've been doing?
You know what I mean.
You get better, then I'll go to school.
That's the deal.
Not at the table, please.
- What's with you? - Could you just
turn it off, please?
Please?
Henry, can you tell your girlfriend...
- Rachel. - Yes, Rachel.
Please, tell her, Rachel,
that we're eating.
They're giving me confusing directions.
Henry?
Sorry, Mom.
Sorry.
Mom, this is all delicious.
I'm sorry, but may I, please, be excused?
Yeah.
Hi, sorry it took so long.
Can't really hear you.
I'm sorry I didn't call before.
Oh, it's okay.
My day was just, it was nuts.
Really?
What happened?
Nice to meet you too.
Bye.
Uh, sorry.
Yeah, uh, it was fine.
I met my roommate, and... it sounds like you're at a party.
No, I have a new neighbor.
So, are you coming?
Yeah, I'm going to leave in a second.
Okay, I can't wait to see you.
Yo.
Hello?
Sorry, yeah, me too, I...
I'm excited. I love you.
Love...
Been here a while?
Hope you don't mind me asking, but, uh, how old are you, man?
19.
Why?
No reason. Just curious.
So, why they call you Polo Boy?
No one calls me that.
Oh, sorry, uh. Richard, right?
No. Um, I live right here.
That makes a lot more sense.
Anyways, I'm Stevie.
- Henry. - Yeah, nice to meet you, Henry.
You too, Stevie.
Well...
Yo.
How long?
Yeah, yeah, Steve will be here.
Actually, sorry.
- Can you tell her to turn the music down? - Can you hear me?
- My, my mom is just... - Can you hear me?
...she's trying to sleep, and she needs her rest, so.
- For sure, Henry. Yeah. - I'll see you soon.
And whatever you do, don't ever take her shit.
Stevie!
- Yes! - Yeah! What's up?
- Hey, how you doing? - Oh, so good.
I do need you to turn your music down, though,
because this young boy's mother is trying to sleep.
Sorry.
Hey, Stevie...
Ooh!
Mm!
- Hi. Hi. - Hi.
Can you come over?
I got to get back.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Hopefully.
Yo, Ana, open up.
Henry, who is that?
Yo. I can hear you.
Who, who the fuck is that?
What the fuck are you doing here?
Come meet my friend Stevie.
What is going on?
Nothing.
Everything's fine. Just go back to bed.
I need another one.
When did you take the last one?
You want me to get it myself?
- I can do that. - No, no.
I'll do it. I'll do it.
All right.
Where's your girlfriend tonight?
She's at some party.
Mm.
And you're stuck here with me.
I'm not stuck here with you.
I want to be here with you.
Sometimes, I'm needy.
I know.
- Mom? - Hm?
What's going on with you?
Nothing.
Anyway, sorry this is a long message.
Call me back, if you can and you want to
or, you know, I hope you're having fun.
What the fuck!
It says here you missed a UTOX.
What? No, I didn't.
Oh, you know what it is?
My phone is busted. See?
You'll have to contact your doctor.
But I sampled clean. It says it right there.
So, can I please just have my Tang?
Can I help you?
Hi, uh, pickup for Miss Rebecca Fine.
Okay. Give me a minute.
Could you please fill this, then?
Where'd you get this?
Where do you think I got it?
I got it from the doctor's office.
We should call the police.
Okay, yeah.
Yeah. You should call the police.
You should get them on the phone right now.
I will tell them a little bit
about what it is you guys do here,
about the croaker scripts that you filled yesterday.
You're not going to help me out?
Wow. The way that you treat people is horrifying.
You should be ashamed.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Actually...
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, sir?
Sir?
She can't use these at the same time
as her fentanyl patch, okay?
Okay.
Thank you.
Have a good day.
Hi. Are you okay?
Sorry. I'm your neighbor.
No.
No, I'm not,
because, um,
they are profiling me,
and I didn't do anything wrong.
And, um, my phone,
my phone is busted. See?
So, what am I supposed to do? It's not my fault.
You know?
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