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[TV static drones]

- Yo, tomorrow, I'ma have, like, 70 pounds of candy.

- Shut the fuck up. No, you're not.

Why you always lying? - Bro, I'm not fucking--

you know what? - Okay, $20.

Bet you gonna lose. - I'm not gonna lose.

- I put that on everything I love, you're gonna lose.

- I'm not gonna lose, bro.

- For sure. - Here we go with the bullshit.

- Bro. - You're gon--you're trash.

You're trash. - But I--

$20, I'm gonna have 20 pounds of candy!

- Okay, fine. 20 pounds.

- Bro... - Bet you won't.

- I'm better than you at getting everything.

- I'm better than you at life. - Girls...

- No! - Candy.

- No, no, no! - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Yo, my mama gonna take me to Park Slope

'cause white people there be rich.

They be giving out full candy bars.

- Damn! - That's a fact.

That's a fact. Yo, my costume's so valid.

I'm like, "Wakanda forever!"

- So the fuck what?

Anyone can get a Black Panther costume from Duane Reade.

- Well, it's not from Duane Reade, stupid.

- Don't be calling me "stupid."

- Okay, fine. You're so sensitive.

Damn!

- Just 'cause I'm a motherfucking girl

don't mean I'm sensitive, nigga.

- Okay, fine, you're not sensitive.

You happy now? - He just got punked by a girl.

- Shut the fuck up. - I'ma be Michelle Obama,

sleeveless dress and everything, like, bam!

- I--I mean, I could be Barack Obama.

- Shut the fuck up. How you gonna be Barack Obama

when you're Puerto Rican?

- Bro, Barack Obama looks a little Puerto Rican.

- Nuh-uh. - Yeah-huh.

- Nuh-uh. - If y'all don't shut

the fuck up, y'all both stupid.

What you gonna be, Sammy?

- Oh, faggot! Ew!

- Ew! That's a nigga bitch.

- Go get him. - Homo!

- Jesus Christ!

- Oh, my God. - Ew, that's nasty.

- Oh, nice dress, homo!

- Oh! - You're stupid!

[overlapping dialogue]

- Oh, hell no! - It's a man, bro.

[spirited music]

♪ ♪

- Bye. - Whatever, then.

See you tomorrow. - [laughs]

- All right, bro, I'll actually see you tomorrow.

- Peace. All right, see you, bro.

Love you, Sammy.

- Yo, you gonna be at school tomorrow?

- Yeah, bet. - Make that a bet.

Yo, Tito!

- Yo. - Suck a dick.

- Yeah, fuck you, too.

[bittersweet hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Come on, I'm gonna get my check on Friday.

- I don't wanna hear about Friday.

- I got seven now. - Stop, listen, stop that shit.

What the fuck I'm gonna do with your $7?

- Come on, now. - That ain't even enough.

- [groans] Dang it.

Yo! Sammy!

How you doing, baby? You coming from school?

You good? Yeah?

You know you're gonna marry my daughter, right?

Gonna have some pretty babies.

You so handsome.

You look cold. Hold on.

[breathes shakily]

Looks nice. Oh, Papa.

Can I hold a couple of dollars?

I get my check on Friday.

Actually, it's Monday, the first.

I'll be here on Monday. I'll bring it back, I promise.

Thank you, Papi.

I love you, baby.

You're a good boy.

I'll see you on Monday night, okay?

[door creaks closed]

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

[tram squeaking, clanging]

[upbeat percussion music]

- [exhales]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[snapping fingers]

- [laughs]

[doorknob rattling]

[door slams closed]

- Ay, yo, Papi!

[solemn music]

Sammy!

- Yeah? - Yo!

Come here.

- [whimpers]

- Sammy? - Yeah.

- Get over here.

- [whimpering]

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

- Yo, I'm calling you. Get over here.

- [grunts]

- Yo, man, why is the door closed?

Why I gotta--what the hell?

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Why are you standing in your underwear?

- I just got--I just out of the shower.

- So you just stand in the middle of your room

in your underwear?

Yo.

Hello?

Sammy! - Yeah?

- What's going on, man?

Come here. Hey.

- Erection. - Erection?

All right.

You need some tissues or something?

- Dad! - All right, man, I'm out.

Yeah. Come out when you're done, bro.

- [whimpers]

[crowd cheering on TV]

- Bam. Ay.

That's the exact one you wanted, right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- It's the bottom of the eighth inning,

and so far, it's been a very tight game.

- [smacking lips]

So Wonder Woman, huh?

- What?

- Hitting .342 with 92 RBIs and...

- Look, Sammy, man, I'm not stupid...

and, um...

Look, you're becoming a man, all right?

You're gonna start having feelings down there,

and you're gonna do shit and...

I mean, look, you're gonna like girls.

Girls are gonna like you,

and you're gonna wanna do stuff with them.

But just do me a favor, all right?

I can't--I can't fucking pay for another mouth

to feed in here.

So don't bring home any fucking babies, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

- [crunches]

[smacking lips]

- Unbelievable.

He'll be coming up here.

I can see that--I can see that batter coming up...

- Why do some boys dress like girls?

- [sniffs] And what?

Wha--what? Why you asking me that?

- It's a hard hit!

Round to third, over to second...

- Today, I saw a guy dressed like a girl.

- Yeah? - [sniffles]

Why does he do that?

- Uh, I don't know why-- - [sniffles]

- I don't know why he does that.

I don't know. He's, uh...

he's probably sick in the head.

- There's a runner on his too.

- Um, can a doctor help them?

- [laughs] Nah, man.

I don't--I--I mean,

I don't know, but I don't think so.

I think people like that are just kinda, like, born th--

you know, they're just, like, born that way,

so that--that--that--that--no, doctors can't help 'em.

- Medicine? - [laughs, grunts]

Um, no.

I don't think medicine can help them either, Sammy.

It's not like chicken pox. You can't just cure it.

They're freaks, all right?

And that's just the way that they are.

- [inhales sharply] So...

so nothing can help them?

- No, man, people like that aren't normal.

Didn't you hear me? - Yeah.

[sniffles]

But--but why? - Jesus fucking Christ, Sammy.

I'm trying to watch the game,

and I'm trying to eat my fucking food here.

What's wrong with you? - [sobs]

Nothing. [whimpers]

- Sammy, what the... ?

[crowd cheering on TV]

- Right here.

- Home run, no men left on base...

- Oh, man.

- More baseball after these...

- [sighs]

Yo, what's up with you, man?

Huh?

Yo.

Listen, Sammy, I don't know what's up with you, man,

but you've been acting weird ever since I got home.

What's going on? Huh?

Why you all sad and shit?

You mad 'cause I walked in playing on your pee-pee?

Hmm?

You were playing with your pee-pee?

Come on, bro. Yo.

Hey. Come on.

[growling]

[beat boxing]

I'ma battle you.

[beat boxing continues]

♪ Yo, yo ♪

♪ Ay, yo, my rhymes may be wack ♪

♪ Uh, but I'ma keep rhyming ♪

♪ Till you stop giving me your back ♪

♪ Punch you in the butt, punch you in the butt ♪

- Stop!

I don't wanna be Iron Man.

I never wanted to be Iron Man.

- Okay. - I just wanna be Wonder Woman.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

Does that make me not normal?

♪ ♪

- Go to bed.

[door slams closed]

♪ ♪

- [breathes shakily]

[objects clang]

♪ ♪

[water running]

♪ ♪

[overlapping shouting in distance]

- [inhales sharply]

[bottles clang]

[exhales]

[smacking lips]

[clatters]

[rustling]

[desolate music]

[car horn honks]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[doorbell rings]

- Trick or treat.

- Oh, Iron Man. [laughs]

Here you go.

- Trick or treat. - Trick or treat.

[bittersweet hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- Fucking faggot.

[child shouting excitedly]

[upbeat percussion music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah ♪