First Match

Don't touch my shit!

I said, don't touch my shit!

-Get your trash out of my house! Yo.

Anything break, I'm gonna Ronda Rousey your fat ass!

-Nobody scared of you, Mo. -Shut the fuck up.

All the shit I do for your ass.

Miss Jones, mind your business.

Thank you, Miss Jones.

You wonder why you keep getting thrown out of foster homes.

-Whatever. -Fucking with a man twice your age.

I ain't touched your fat boyfriend.

You grown, right

Goddamn it, be one.

Stop throwing my shit out the window. I ain't playing with you.

Your ass 'bout to learn. -Whatever.

Don't want to hear you crying, coming back around.

Ain't nobody coming back nowhere! Fuck your house!

Slut ass.

Dumb bitch.

Social worker pressed me so hard to rat on you.

What you tell her?

Ain't nothing to tell.

You don't have to buy me stuff.

But you're like... my step

Nadège done ruined half my shit.

I could use some new stuff.

Yeah, you should do it.

I don't have no money to go out.

Think it's cute ringing everybody's bells this late?

Yes, she's sorry.

Fuck that bitch.

I'd use the belt on that one, Lucila.

You gotta teach these kids respect if they gonna live here.

Here one day and you're already causing trouble.

You wake the baby.

Monique. Monique.

Monique, you no sleep all day.

I have to get to work. Time to go to school!

Come on. Ándale.

Ay...

Imposible.

Omari.

That's all you got? Come on.

All right, let's go.

Where you going?

Omari.

You're like a little girl. Hold up.

Nadège kicked me out.

Yesterday.

Help me get my stuff before she steals something.

Omari. You got something better to do?

I'll be done at five.

-Gotta go now. Hey.

Five.

Please.

All you ever practice is doubles.

Shit's mad predictable.

Your coach is wack, yo. Your problem ain't even in the lift.

You're not getting your shoulder in close enough. You gotta go deep.

Tell me how he rock that much bling and not be locked up.

She a crazy bitch.

She's jealous 'cause Hassan paid for my nails.

Ain't my fault she ain't learned how to please her man.

Whatever.

Soon as my dad get out, I'll stay with him.

Wait, give me that.

What are you doing?

Who that? -Omari.

Get out of here. Mo don't live here no more.

-I left my math book in her room. Is she with you?

No.

I... I need it to do my homework.

-Hurry the hell up. The fuck out of the way!

Oh, you fucking bitch! Your punk ass through!

Okay, Mo.

Mo, hurry up.

What the fuck?

Uh-huh.

Trespassing.

Tilden--

The police, that's who.

Why you wanna do that?

This slut done broke in my house, Hassan.

Hang up that phone before I smack you.

Yo.

Mad people be trying for the Powerball.

Don't they know black people don't never win real money?

Shit, if I won...

I'd buy me one of them big-ass TVs. Surround sound and all that shit.

Imagine Halo on that. -Yeah.

I get that much money, I'm getting a house and getting the fuck out.

Where you gonna go? Everyone you know is here.

That much money, you can get a house, move to Miami and be on the beach.

-Eating oranges all day and shit. -Oh, yeah, oranges.

You'll be a millionaire and you gonna be peeling oranges.

Please, you gonna be peeling for me.

Yo.

Can I get a lick?

I don't know. Can I?

How about you give me your number?

Yo, Omari, where you going?

Don't make me go back to that Spanish lady house.

Chill with me. Omari!

Gotta be up early for a run. You said we chilling at your place.

-You owe me a rematch. Watch where you going!

Shit.

Fine, one rematch, but I'm not...

What's up, Darrel?

You the big man now, huh?

How's your mom?

She good.

Yeah

Yeah. She don't tell us where, though.

It's better that way.

I'm gonna go. I got practice in the morning.

Yeah

Wrestling, actually.

Yeah.

But I'ma drop to 120. I'ma dominate at 120.

-Best correct your footwork. -Whatever.

How you gonna say whatever when you be tripping on your feet?

Think 'cause your mom buy you new sneakers, you gonna make varsity?

Take out all of the glass?

Yeah. -Good.

You no want if we get fined.

You got a job

Better get your asses home. Ya'll looking for trouble out this late.

-Let me get your number. -Ain't got one yet.

Let me give you mine.

All right, I'll see you.

When he get out?

Mind your damn business.

"I'm gonna dominate at 120."

You wouldn't even be on a team if it wasn't for me.

Why you mad for?

You supposed to be happy your pops is out.

Mo?

You don't see me working?

I been busy.

Can I come live with you?

You lost your mind? I can get a job.

-No. -I can help pay for the rent.

No. I said no!

Shit.

What you need me for anyway?

Look at you. You a grown woman now.

You do your thing, I'll do mine. We see each other round the way.

I talked to him. He got a job now.

-Like, a real job. -Have a seat.

You can find out where he live, right?

First we need to discuss what happened at Nadège's. -I had to get the rest of my shit. -We had an agreement, Mo.

You'd let me know if anything was missing, and I'd send someone.

I don't trust that bitch.

And as your social worker, if I can't trust you, I can't help you.

Not gonna need your help when I move in with my dad.

We talked about this, Mo.

He's not your legal guardian anymore.

Well...

he said he wanted to adopt me, so...

I know the last few homes have been difficult.

But I do think Lucila...

could be a really good family--

No, she's not my fucking family!

You lucky you skipped algebra.

Ms. Nestor gave us a quiz, and I swear that shit wasn't even math.

What, you not talking to me now? What'd I do?

Watch it.

-Say that shit to my face! Mo.

Watch out!

Mo, chill!

Get off of me! Bitch, if you don't get off of me...

Mo! -Fuck you!

-Calm down. She started it!

Get the fuck off me!

This is the third fight this month.

As I've explained to Monique, she'll be suspended for three days.

She needs a positive outlet to channel that anger.

I'd love to see her reach her potential.

She's been given many opportunities, but I cannot allow this kind of behavior.

What's going on? What's going on...

with the door and the trash?

We gotta go. Come on.

Here we go.

Give me that.

["The Masquerade Is Over" playing over speakers]

Remember when your pops used to make us wrestle for stupid shit, like...

Happy Meal toys?

You cried like a baby over that tow truck.

Hey, Mater was the shit.

Besides, you only won 'cause you cheated.

Hurry up.

You gonna be late.

-I told you about coming round here. -Please. Like you own this block.

I'm coming from wrestling practice, if you so nosey.

Coach say I'm gonna be his best lightweight.

They got a girls' wrestling team?

Nah, I'ma wrestle boys.