Flatbush Misdemeanors

-What about Zayna? -ACS will be by after school.

And they'll do an investigation into her living arrangement.

Then you just, like, go in the system

till they figure out what to do with you.

I ain't letting them put me in no system.

Then what you gonna do, Zay?

Oh, shit. You're a legend. Thank you.

Oh, this is Oxy. That's okay.

Bro, you got a problem.

You pop a Xanny to wake up in the morning.

That's a lot of pills.

Oh, yeah, it's, like, allergies and stuff.

I don't want to live with you!

ACS.

What?

[birds chirping, distant siren wailing]]

- - Excuse me.

- What the fuck? -

What the fuck are you doing in my crib?

Yo, who the fuck is this?

-I'm with ACS, man! -Oh, man.

Why you fucking shoot me?

- Oh, my God, man. - What the fuck?

You fucking shot me.

Bro, what the fuck?

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck.

I'm really bleeding.

- Shit. - Oh, damn.

Bro, what the fuck did you just do?

Damn, damn, damn.

- Bro. -Nah, bro.

- Yo. - Nah.

You fled a crime scene.

Bro, I fled when it became a crime scene.

I didn't commit a crime.

Fleeing a crime scene is a crime.

So what, I'm supposed to just sit in a crime when a crime

happen? That don't even make sense.

You led them on a trail

directly back to this apartment.

Nobody's coming here, all right?

-He on the run. - On the run?

What the fuck are you talking about?

What the fuck were you even doing over there?

If you hadn't tried to hide Zayna,

we wouldn't even be in this mess.

I told you hanging with Drew would lead

to some fucking thing, didn't I?

Did you think I was being paranoid?

You met, and he tried to kill you.

That was his hello. Do you get how serious this is?

Of course I get it! You think I'm fucking stupid?

- I don't know, because-- -A nigga could be dead.

I looked down at a man who could be dead.

I understand exactly what's going on.

Dude, I'm already linked to Zayna

from that child services case, okay?

I'm facing trouble at school.

Kev, the day--the fucking day after an ACS case opens,

an agent gets shot.

What the fuck did you think was going to happen?

I don't know. I don't know.

I'm fucked, too. Damn, it happened.

Shit, what you want me to do about it?

Do nothing! I'm just saying, look where we are.

That's all. I'm just saying, look where we are.

Bro, I got bigger problems than hearing your shit right now.

-Hearing my shit? -Yes, hearing your shit.

I don't need your complaining. I don't need your help.

I don't need your "I told you so."

Shut the fuck up.

This isn't sustainable.

This shit isn't--it's not good, you being here.

You should...

You should start looking for a place.

I'm not saying leave right now.

Nah, bro, you got it.

You said that I'm gone, I'm gone. Fuck it.

You can't help me no way.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

[objects clatter, zipper closes]

Zay, come on, bro, you good. My parents gone.

You good, my nigga. Come on.

-I got you some food. -

This all we got. Don't make that face.

You can't get me no sandwich and nothing?

Girl, I'm tired of eating all this African food.

How you hiding at my crib and you demanding shit?

It's not working like that.

You don't need a spoon or nothing?

No, you just dip it in the soup, and you eat it.

You sure it's cool I'm here?

Um, for now, yeah.

I mean, like, we still got a few hours

before my parents get home.

Yo, bro.

How you have a whole free crib every day...

-I know. -...for 12 hours,

and we ain't never take advantage of it?

Bro, if they found out you was here, they'd beat my ass.

Like...

You should be used to that by now.

Don't come for me.

-You ain't shit. -

That's not funny.

Nigga think he slick calling me from his burner,

-like I ain't save that shit. -Adults be so fucking stupid.

- Answer. - God.

Yo, bro, you can stop calling me.

Why the fuck you not answering your phone?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm not coming home.

That's why I been calling you.

Whatever you do, don't go home.

-The crib is hot. -Wait.

What--what are you-- What happened?

What are you talking about?

Cash out on Forex and meet me at Hudson Yards,

7 p.m. bus to Philly.

Bring all the shit you got with you

'cause we not coming back for a minute.

Wait, what's happening?

I can't say this shit on the phone.

Just meet me there, Zay.

Zayna, you got it?

I-I heard you.

Zay, everything's gonna be good, all right?

You just got to trust me.

You trust me?

Y-yeah.

You good, bro?

I don't know.

Are you actually gonna--

You're not really gonna go.

-Where are you gonna go? -Home.

What about Georgia's?

Bro, let it go. You don't want me here, I'm gone.

Stop being so fucking dramatic.

Stop switching up. I know what you're doing.

You're trying to avoid feeling guilty.

You said what you said. Now stand on it.

-Stand on it--shut the fuck up. - All right.

Yeah, you got it. I'm already gone.

Yeah, fine.

You can take the Street Fighter blanket if you want.

I just need my shit.

Who cup is that?

It's mine. I don't think you own any cups.

-Hey. -

What's good, gentlemen?

- What the fuck is that? - It's yours.

You said you broke your bike, right?

Yeah, like, a couple months ago.

Well, I was waiting for you to come by

and pick it up from the shop.

But, uh, as I was cleaning out for my grand reopening,

I figured...

-What's going on? -I'm moving out.

Oh, God damn.

Actually, this is the perfect time.

Your cousin Tremaine from Macon is moving up here,

and he needs a couch to stay on.

I'll tell him yours is now available.

I don't have a cousin Tremaine.

He's my cousin.

So he's your cousin or second cousin.

I'm not taking in some guy I don't know, Kareem.

I just told you who he was. He's family.

Man!

Kev...

Now you can ride off into the sunset

and think about all of them couches you gonna sleep on.

Come on, let me show you the features.

- -Look, got a little bell.

You can ring that as many times as you want--

once, twice.

Now, it also has a basket.

I could have swore there was a basket.

Bro, I don't-- I don't need it, man.

No, we gonna get you your basket.

Look, y'all come down to the shop now.

And, also, I can show y'all my awning with the new name--

Kareem's Larry's Bike Shop.

Keeping community while putting myself front and center.

It's been real, bro, but I'm out, man.

Fine. Skip my reopening.

Dan, you coming by, right?

'Cause I need you to help me unscrew the training wheels

off the child's bikes

so I could sell them for adult prices.

Son.

Son?

Yo, Dan.

Yo, Dan! Dan!

Oh, no!

I had a nightmare about this, man.

Hang in there, my dope-fiend son.

You hang in there!

We got to get him to a hospital, man.