The Deliverance

["I Know Who Holds Tomorrow" by Andra Day playing]

Mom! Come look!

Hold on, Dre. Comin'.

Mom, I said, "Come look!"

Little Basquiat.

You did most of it, Mom.

No, we did it together. It's really good, Dre.

Come on, you playin'. Still gotta help me make dinner.

Come on. Don't make me say it again.

- Praise the name of the Lord! -

And there's something else that you must understand

about Palm Sunday.

- Now, Lazarus, he was dead, right? - Yes, he was!

And of course, Jesus went and said, "Open up that tomb."

And Lazarus was up in there.

He said, "Rise up."

And Lazarus rose up.

- He said, "Take them grave clothes off!" -

Took them grave clothes off,

and then they had a little celebration for Jesus.

They laid down the palms, and they welcomed Jesus

and gave him the entrance as a king.

And if you believe in your heart

that God has raised him from the dead,

you shall be saved.

You shall be saved!

Why didn't you let me take that boy to church?

He ain't wanna go, Mom.

I don't like making him do what he don't want to do.

Well, I was hoping he could've...

Never mind.

If you got something to say, just say it.

This catfish got too much garlic.

Here we go.

Off to the races. You said you wasn't gonna do this.

I'm just sayin'.

Who taught you to cook like this?

Not me.

Part of the deal with you moving in here, Mom,

was I wouldn't have to hear your mouth about how I ran my house.

What do you expect me to do, Ebony?

Eat shit with too much garlic?

Jesus Christ.

Ain't that right, boo?

Momma, shut the fuck up.

- I want some more milk. - No.

You shouldn't have had that glass. You lactose intolerant.

You never went to no doctor to tell you that.

You just being cheap.

That's the last time I'mma tell your ass about talking like that in my house.

Oh, shit.

Dre...

Look at me. Damn.

Don't fuckin' start with me, Berta.

Ain't had one in three weeks.

Come here, boy.

Damn.

When's Dad coming home?

I'm going to work.

Eat, Te.

You know when you bring up Dad like that, you're making shit awkward.

Nate, tell him.

Hello? Can you answer?

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Which one of you two keeps fartin'?

It stinks like shit! Ugh...

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Goddamn.

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See this motherfucking bat?

I'mma bust your motherfucking head wide the motherfuck open!

[man and woman arguing indistinctly in background]

Rotten, dirty, fat-ass son of a bitch.

... that doesn't account for the three months...

I have three kids, and I just moved into a new house.

I wouldn't have spent that advance fixing this place up if I'd known this.

Well, miss, it's not our job to tell you how to spend the money.

Sir, we need to work something out.

There's nothing we can do now.

Because it's y'all fault in the first place.

Oh, hell no!

What's so funny?

Till he start brushing his teeth, stay five feet away from me.

Hey, yo, pussy boy!

Here come pussy boy. What up?

- You ain't hear me? - Chill out.

- Keep walking. - Shut up.

Gonna let your sis talk for you?

- Bitch. - What you doing?

- Bruh, what... - Fuck.

What the fuck are you doing?

What is wrong with you?

- Go on, ugly ass. - Chill!

- Sit down. - Chill out.

- Who you talking to? - Just sit down, dawg!

Unfortunately, there's no more options at this time, miss.

After three months of nonpayment,

the company's policy says I have to repossess the car.

Now, if you can make some kind of payment,

we can work out an agreement.

But you're three months behind.

- Can you come up with the... -

Grandma!

What's up, lady?

Where'd that come from?

Boy, what is this?

No. Answer me.

You think I'd touch that stuff after seeing what it does to you?

I was hiding it from you.

I should've thrown it out.

- Is that blood on his shirt? - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Where'd that come from?

The corner boys.

- Hold this, Shante. - Mom?

- Shit. - Ebony, stop!

She's gonna go to jail again.

- You don't even know. - Jamir!

- You fuckin' with my son? - No...

Bitch-ass niggas touch my family again, I swear to God...

Touch Nate again, you hear me?

And call your momma. I'll rock that ho too.

- Ms. Ebony, it wasn't like that... - Don't, you lying bitch.

- Who the fuck hit my son? - He was fucking with him.

- It wasn't like that. - Fuck with somebody else.

So, you wanna tell me how to handle my kids now?

You, of all people?

You humiliated him, Ebony.

Wonder where I learned that shit from, Ma?

How do you expect to set an example if you go flyin' off the handle like that?

'Cause you set a great example, right?

Fuckin' model mother you were.

You know I'm not proud of that.

Why would you sniff my breath like that in front of my kids, Ma?

You know I wasn't drunk.

I've knocked bitches' teeth out for less.

Then do it, bitch.

Girl, I'm just trying to see that you live a clean life.

Yeah, 'cause you got the church now, right?

Praise the Lord, you all brand-new.

The Lord saved me.

You might have your little church friends fooled,

but I remember everything.

Everything.

Your name's Trey?

Oh, my name's Andre.

My day today?

How was yours, friend?

How was yours?

This is where I live, mostly.

Where do you live?

You live here too?

My brother?

Far, far away, brother.