Original subtitles

Dionte:Hey. How you doin'?

Tell your mother I said hello.

Amberlyn:Fuck off!

Kayla:Don't talk to them.

How many times do I have to tell you?

Treyshawn:Hey.

Kayla:Do you have homework?

Amberlyn:It's Friday.

Kayla:Just go do your homework,

clean up your room

and don't play your music loud.

Amerblyn:I know.

Angie:There's shit still stuck on this.

Wash it again.

Ahhh, who's my little kitty? Yeah.

Did you feed the animals?

Kayla:Yes.

Angie:Have you gained weight?

Kayla:I don't know.

Angie:After 2 kids I still have a 22 inch waist.

Yes, I do.

You're gonna be fat just like Baachan Reiko.

Don't wake me up until Daddy gets home.

I'm on the late shift again tonight.

Kayla:Hi, Daddy.

Ken:Hey, Kayla. How are you?

Kayla:Good. How was work?

Ken:I survived another day.

Is Mommy up?

Kayla:Um, she was earlier.

Daddy, um, Amberlyn needs a new backpack.

Ken:Oh gosh. I'm all tapped out until Wednesday.

I'm sorry.

I can probably give it to you guys then. Okay?

Kayla:Yeah, okay.

Ken:Looks good girls.

Kayla and Amberlyn: Thanks.

Amberlyn:Bless us oh Lord for these they gifts

which we are about to receive

brought through the bounty of Christ our Lord. Amen.

Family:Amen.

Kayla:Mrs. Ambrose wants me to apply for a scholarship

to art camp this summer.

The museum will pay for it

and I can a portfolio to apply for art school.

Ken:Art school?

You should go into sales, that's where the money is.

Kayla:Yeah, but I want to be an artist.

Ken:A guy I know, who's in sales at this print shop,

he said he made $5,000 last month.

Angie:A woman at the cafe said

she made $10,000 a month stripping.

Amberlyn:Really?

Kayla:You're not gonna be a stripper, Amberlyn.

If I get it, I'll get to go to art camp for an entire month.

Angie:Leave the application on the table.

I'll sign it before I go to work.

Kayla:Why do you have to go to work again tonight?

Angie:Daddy said I only had to work part-time

after the accident, but he doesn't mind the extra money,

does he?

Ken:It sure is good.

Angie:Because my neck still hurts like hell, that's why.

Ken:I'm calling the doctor to cut off your prescription.

Angie:I told you, I don't take that many.

It's from lifting those trays.

Ken:Then quit your job.

Do something else.

Angie:What else, huh?

You tell me.

We need the money.

Kayla:Hey.

Ken:Why do we have to have the same argument over again?

Kayla:Guess what?

Angie:Because you're so fucking stupid

Kayla:Chicken butt.

Ken:I don't want to argue.

Kayla:Tweety, come over here, buddy.

Angie:I'm working a double.

I'm working a double tonight.

[unintelligible]

Dionte:This all the money right here?

Woman's voice:If you ain't buying anything

you need to leave.

Man in black:We ain't doing nothing.

We just looking.

Woman in pink:You need to look someplace else.

Man in black:You dogging us cause we black, yo.

Woman in pink:Excuse me.

Man in black:That's right, you heard me, yo.

Woman in pink:You need to go!

Step it.

That's not leaving all the way.

Man in black:I'm walking. I'm walking.

Woman in pink:You got money,

then you can come into my shop.

Man in black:Fine.

Woman in pink:I got a customer right here.

Man in black:We out! We out!

Woman in pink:All right. Come back with some money.

Baachan Reiko:Hi, come on in.

Kayla:This is good, Baachan, thanks.

Baachan Reiko:You're welcome.

Kayla:May I have a plastic bag?

Baachan Reiko:What kind?

Kayla:Wow!

Why don't we get rid of some of this stuff?

You don't need all of it, do you?

Baachan Reiko:Old habits die hard, I guess.

We didn't have anything when we were growing up.

Kayla:You know, one of my teachers brought

in some articles about Japanese Internment Camps.

I told them you were a kid in a Tule Lake one.

It made me feel famous.

Baachan Reiko:How big a bag do you need?

Kayla:Big enough for my backpack.

Baachan Reiko:How 'bout this one?

You're a good girl.

Mrs. Ambrose:Pass your summer art camp

scholarship applications to me, please.

Thank you.

Zack, this is for your gym locker replacement.

Keep your eye out on the mail.

Notifications will go out in the next couple of weeks.

Don't forget, artists, the grant for my after-school class

at the museum has been approved.

Please checkin at the museum office by 3:45.

Thank you.

Have your mother sign in pen next time please, Kayla.

Kayla:Yes, Mrs. Ambrose.

Megan:So, what are you anyway?

Kayla:What do you mean?

Lauren:You know, like where are you from?

Kayla:Well, I was born in LA,

but if you're asking what my ethnicity is,

I'm half Japanese.

Lauren:So, which parent's American?

Kayla:They're both Americans.

Megan:Do you speak Japanese?

Kayla:Do I work for you?

J.J.:What's happening, ladies?

Lauren:Nothing.

J.J.:Right. It didn't sound like nothing.

Hey, don't let these girls bother you, all right?

They're a little cranky when they haven't

had their afternoon Ritalin and cookies.

Megan:Very funny, J.J.

Lauren:We were just talking.

Kayla:Talking trash.

Lauren:My dad is a major benefactor to this museum.

If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't even be here.

Have fun at your charity workshop.

J.J.:Better hurry, Lauren.

I think your broomstick is taking off without you.

Megan:[unintelligible].

J.J.:Look, ignore them. They're idiots.

Kayla:Morons.

J.J.:Did you know that an idiot is a stupid person

with the mentality of a 3-year-old,

whereas a moron is a stupid person

with the mentality of a 7 to 12-year-old?

Kayla:Then I guess you were right.

J.J.:Right.

J.J.

Kayla:Kayla.

J.J.:Nice to meet you.

Kayla:Thanks for sticking up for me.

Mrs. Ambrose:Inside, artists.

Angie:What are you gonna do tonight?

Ken:Watch TV, I guess.

Friday used to be date night.

Maybe we should start again.

Angie:You have any cash?

Change, for my bank for work.

Ken:There's some in my nightstand.

Angie:Thanks.

Amberlyn:What are you doing?

Kayla:I'm going out.

Amberlyn:With what money?

Kayla:I'm meeting somebody.

Amberlyn:A boy?

Kayla:Don't tell Mom.

Amberlyn:Maybe I will, maybe I won't.

Kayla:I'm serious, Amberlyn!

She can't know okay?

We'll both get in trouble!

Amberlyn:Okay, okay. Chill.

So, who is it?

Kayla:Just a boy I met in art class at the museum.

Amberlyn:What's wrong with him?

Why won't Mom like him?

Is he black or something?

Kayla:Just pick up the living room and vacuum

before she gets home. Okay?

Amberlyn:You're gonna be in so much trouble.

Kayla!

J.J.:I think my favorite part was when the

field of infected people get hit by the helicopter rotor

and the guts spill out all over the place.

I wonder what they used for the intestines though,

like rubber or something?

Kayla:I think they used real intestines.

That's why the actors get paid so much money.

J.J.:Right.

Actually, one of my Dad's friends is a television

makeup artist and he showed these sculptures

that they make of the stuff and they take rubber molds off of that.

If I could do that for a living,

man, that would be amazing.

But, my parents want me to go to Harvard Law.

Kayla:Harvard?

J.J.:Yeah, that's where my dad went.

Kayla:What does your dad do?

J.J.:He works in one of the legal department

at one of the studios.

What does your dad do?

Kayla:He does … Well, he works for the city.

He does like road maintenance and planning.

He's a city official or something.

That's so weird.

Is this your dad's car?

J.J.:His lease was up, so he bought it for me

for my 16th birthday.

Kayla:I had a really good time. Thanks.

J.J.:When can I see you again?

Kayla:Um, well I'm really busy and stuff,

but I'll call you.

J.J.:Yeah, okay.

Angie:Get in the house!

Get the fuck in the house, now!

Kayla:I'm sorry, J.J.

J.J.:I'll call you later.

Angie:Over my dead body.

Kayla:Please, just go.

Angie:What do you think you were doing?

You didn't ask permission to go out.

You didn't do your chores.

Kayla:Yes, I did! I finished everything!

Angie:You were sneaking around with some damn nigger.

Kayla:Mom, you're not married to a white guy.

Angie:That is different.

Kayla:Why?

Angie:Get inside the house.

Kayla:Why?

Why?

You told!

Amberlyn:I couldn't help it! They made me!

Ken:Angie, calm down.

Angie:I forbid you to see that boy again.

Kayla:Why, because he's black?

At least he's not a fucking drug addict.

Angie:You take that back you little whore.

Amberlyn:Stop it!

How can you be so mean at a time like this?

Kayla:At a time like what?

Ken:I'm sorry.

Angie:We're getting a divorce.

You girls will stay here with me,

Daddy will go live in Baachan's house.

Ken:You can visit me whenever you want

and we can spend weekends together.

All right?

Angie:Nothing will change

except that your father won't live here all the time, anymore.

Kayla:Okay, I wasn't gonna see J.J. anymore anyways!

I won't lie to you again, I swear, please!

Please, don't do anything, just don't!

Ken:It's for the best, really, Kayla.

Kayla:Daddy?

J.J.:Hey, Kayla.

Kayla:Hi, J.J.

J.J.:Yeah, I called you twice this weekend,

but I never heard back.

I guess your mom never gave you my messages or -

Kayla:No.

J.J.:Look, I don't get it, I thought we had a nice time.

Kayla:Yeah, we did.

J.J.:So then, what is it?

Kayla:Honestly, I just, um, I can't go out with you.

J.J.:Why?

Kayla:Because you're too -

I mean, I'm just not -

My mom won't let me date black guys. I'm sorry.

J.J.:What?

Okay.

All right.

Yeah, I'll see you around then.

Kayla:It's not because I don't - J.J.: I get it.

I get it.

Mrs. Ambrose:Unlike her earlier portraits,

La Petite Angele II is the first of imperssionistic landscape themes.

In 1898 Lilla Cabot Perry resided in Japan.

Reminder, renaissance papers due Monday.

Kayla.

Kayla:Yeah?

Mrs. Ambrose:You have turned in your last 2 assignments.

Kayla:I know. I'm sorry.

Mrs. Ambrose:Is everything all right?

Kayla:Sure.

Mrs:Ambrose: You know, you can talk to me if you need to.

Kayla:Well -

Yeah, I know. Thanks.

Treyshawn:What up?

Kayla:Go away.

Treyshawn:You ditchin'?

You don't seem like the type.

I thought all you Asian chicks were

supposed to be like all studious and shit.

Kayla:Racist.

Treyshawn:Yo, chill out.

I'm just trying to make you smile, that's all.

Listen, I just wanted to tell you that [unintelligible]

to your mom's the other night

and I just felt bad for you, straight up.

I mean, I smoke some weed every once in a while,

but that don't mean shit, right?

You know, your mom's [unintelligible]

about scripts is fucked up, yo.

My paw is wacked out on Vicodin.

My mom finally kicked him out of the house.

Kayla:My parents are getting a divorce.

Treyshawn:You know, I was just

grabbing a burger around the corner.

You down, on me?

All right. I'll catch you some other time, then.

You take care of yourself.

Dionte:You after the stuff for you mom?

Amberlyn:I guess. I'll be back next week.

Kayla:I've been looking everywhere for you!

Hey!

What the hell are you doing over here?

Amberlyn:Dionte gave me a ride after school.

He bought us Chinese food, egg rolls.

Kayla:Let's go.

Dionte:Ain't you gonna say thank you.

Kayla:Come on!

Amberlyn:Bye.

Wait! Kayla!

Wait!

Kayla:Hurry up, unless you're trying to trying

to catch a stray bullet or something.

Amberlyn:Why won't you let me explain?

Kayla:What were you doing over there?

How brainless are you?

Amberlyn:I'm not brainless.

Kayla:I give up.

Amberlyn:It's not like that.

Kayla:What's it like then?

Amberlyn:Mom sent me over there.

Kayla:You little liar.

Amberlyn:Am not.

She had me pick up her meds.

Kayla:Her meds?

Is that what she's calling them now,

and she made you pick them up?

Amberlyn:I don't understand why you're so upset.

We got free Chinese food, you don't have to cook.

Kayla:Damn it, Amberlyn.

Amberlyn:Don't swear.

Kayla:Just don't go over there anymore, all right?

Promise me.

Amberlyn:But she needs them.

She says she's gonna quit,

but she'll have a seizure or convulsion or something

if she doesn't have them right now.

Kayla:Okay, just promise me you don't

go over there anymore, all right?

Amberlyn:But what about Mom?

Kayla:Amberlyn!

Amberlyn:But what about Mom?

Kayla:Everything'll be okay.

I'll get them from now on.

Angie:Where are they?

Kayla:Have you eaten yet?

Do you want an egg roll?

Amberlyn:Bye, see you later.

Kayla:Bye.

Dionte:Hey. What up, girl?

Kayla:Just give me my mom's stuff.

Dionte:You got bank?

Kayla:Yes!

Crap.

Baachan Reiko:Hey child, where have you been?

Kayla:I'm sorry I haven't visited more often, Baachan.

Baachan Reiko:Well, come in, come in.

Are you hungry?

Kayla:No. Actually, I just stopped by for a minute

to talk to Daddy.

Baachan Reiko:He just left. He had some errands to run.

Are you sure you don't want to come in?

Kayla:Did he get my messages?

Baachan Reiko:Yes.

Kayla:See you later, Baachan.

Ken:Hi, honey.

Kayla:My school's asking for a parent, teacher conference,

so you have to get off work early on Monday.

Ken:Yeah? What about Mommy?

Kayla:I didn't tell her.

Ken:I'll see what I can do.

Kayla:It's 2:00 Monday. Promise you'll come?

Ken:I'll be there.

I'll be there.

I'll just have Mario take over my shift.

What time?

Kayla:2:00, Monday. Promise?

Ken:I miss you.

Kayla:Yeah, me too.

Voice on answering machine: Yes, hello.

This is Ms. [Offenheim] from Walter Von High School.

I'm calling because no one showed up

for Kayla's parent, teacher conference today

and I wanted to speak to Mr. or Mrs. Tanaka.

Please give me a call as soon as you get this message.

My number is -

Answering machine: Press erase again

to erase all messages.

All messages erased.

Girl in middle:[unintelligible]

Amberlyn:Yeah.

Girl in middle:All right!

Girl in black jacket: Eric gave me a hickey, see.

He wanted it so bad he ripped my sweater off

and all the buttons went flying all over the place.

Girl in middle:He's a DJ?

Girl in black jacket: He's a [unintelligible], bitch.

Girl in middle:I blew Mr. [unintelligible].

Amberlyn:No way!

Girl in middle:We were watching TV at his house.

We started wrestling around

and he just pushed my head down there.

Amberlyn:You were at a teacher's house?

Girl in middle:Yeah, so?

It's not like it was my first blow job or anything.

Girl in black jacket: Eric's got the car this weekend.

Want to chill?

Girl in middle:Yeah, I'm down.

Girl In black jacket: What about you?

Amberlyn:I gotta help my mom around the house

this weekend.

Girl in black jacket: We usually chill on weekends.

Text me later.

Amberlyn:I don't have a cell -

Okay, thanks.

Dionte:Hey, Kayla. What up?

If you here for you momma, you shit out of luck.

Kayla:What?

Dionte:Come over tonight. I'll have it then.

Kayla:Tonight?

Dionte:After 8:00.

Kayla:At night?

Dionte:This ain't no pharmacy!

That's when I'll have it!

Amberlyn:Where are you going?

Kayla:You know where.

Amberlyn:Now?

Mom will be up any minute.

What do I tell her?

Kayla:Tell her whatever you want.

Treyshawn:Kayla, want a ride?

Kayla:No, that's okay. I got my bike.

Treyshawn:We can put it in the trunk.

Kayla:No, really it's okay.

Treyshawn:Where you going so late by yourself?

You know it ain't safe out here for you at night.

Get in.

I was headed over to Dionte's anyway.

Pick a CD.

Yeah! These beats are banging! Yeah!

Here, here, here.

Kayla:Oh no, that's okay.

Treyshawn:I got a whole group of CDs.

Take what you want.

Kayla:No, I couldn't.

Treyshawn:Don't diss Treyshawn

when Treyshawn's trying to offer you a gift.

Kayla:Okay.

Treyshawn:There's some DVDs in there too.

Help yourself.

Kayla:Oh, we don't have a DVD player.

Treyshawn:You do now.

Kayla:I can't.

Treyshawn:Yes you can.

Kayla:Are they -

Treyshawn:What?

You mean, did I jack them?

No, I didn't.

Okay, okay, they're just kickbacks from Dionte.

You know, I break him off a piece of the action,

he gets me some DVDs.

Ain't no shit.

Take some for Amberlyn.

She deserves some love too.

Kayla:Okay.

Treyshawn:All right.

Kayla:How am I gonna explain all this stuff to my mom?

Treyshawn:Once you give her that little package

from Dionte, you won't have to explain shit.

Always keeping it together for everybody, ain't you?

Time to give yourself some props, girl.

I respect that.

I don't think I've ever met anybody like you.

You want me to go in and get it?

Kayla:No, that's okay.

Treyshawn:No problem. Chill here for a minute.

Be right back.

Kayla:Thanks, Treyshawn.

I'm sorry I was always so mean to you before.

Treyshawn:Don't be trippin'.

You can make it up to me.

Roll with me this weekend?

Kayla:I don't know.

Treyshawn:I'm not trying to make a hookup or nothing.

I just like being with you.

Call me cell.

I'll drop your mom's shit by anytime.

Kayla:Yeah?

Treyshawn:Yeah, I'm just looking out for you, boo.

Kayla:Thanks for all the stuff.

Treyshawn:Peace out.

Kayla:Peace.

Angie:Who was that?

Kayla:He was giving me a ride home

from your drug dealer's house.

Angie:Amberlyn, I told you to do this.

Girl with sucker: You know Andrew?

Girl in purple:Yeah.

Girl with sucker: I was out with him last weekend.

Girl in purple:What happened?

Girl with sucker: He's kind of slobbery.

It was gross.

Amberlyn:Bye guys.

Girl with sucker: What?

Who is that?

Girl in purple:I don't know.

I don't have a car like that.

Girl with sucker: He is hot!

Angie:Amberlyn!

Kayla!

Treyshawn:I hooked these up for y'all.

You girls shouldn't be running around with no phones.

Amberlyn:Yes!

Kayla:Can you afford this?

Treyshawn:No worries. I got you covered.

Amberlyn:Just say thank you, Kayla.

Kayla:Thank you.

Kayla:I'm getting out of here.

Yeah, you walk me inside.

Thanks, Treyshawn.

Treyshawn:How's about it?

Kayla:Okay, just a burger though.

Treyshawn:Yeah, straight up, boo.

Kayla:Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then.

Treyshawn:Peace out.

Kayla:Okay. I'll be home by 10:00.

We're just getting dinner.

There's a microwave pizza in the fridge.

Amberlyn:Mom's here.

Kayla:Like I said, you'll be okay by yourself.

Amberlyn:Like I said, I'm not a baby.

Kayla:Look, I promise you can come with me next time.

Okay?

Amberlyn:Whatever.

See ya.

Kayla:Hey, guess what?

Amberlyn:What?

Kayla:Chicken butt.

Okay, lock the door.

Amberlyn:I know. I'm not a baby.

Female in car:Get in.

Amberlyn:Hey.

Male in car:Let's get fucked up.

Kayla:Should we be driving around here at night?

Treyshawn:You're okay with me.

Kayla:Okay.

Treyshawn:Want to chill at my crib for a bit,

watch some DVDs?

Kayla:I'm told Amberlyn I'd be home by 10:00.

Treyshawn:Come on, let me spend a little more time with you.

Don't make me say goodnight to you just yet.

Kayla:All right.

No thanks.

Treyshawn:This is nice, hanging with you.

Kayla:What time is it?

Treyshawn:You need a watch, don't you?

Kayla:What time is it?

Treyshawn:Come here.

Here.

Kayla:Why are you giving me all this stuff?

Treyshawn:Because I think I'm falling in love with you, boo.

Put it on! You'll hurt my feelings.

Kayla:It's beautiful. Thanks.

I should really get going.

Treyshawn:I'll drive you home in an hour.

You can time us.

Kayla:Okay.

Treyshawn:There's nobody I'd rather be with.

I feel I can be myself with you.

Come here.

Where are you goin'?

Kayla:I gotta call home.

Treyshawn:Hurry back.

What's up?

Amberlyn:Not much here.

Kayla:I'm gonna be out later that I though.

Amberlyn:How late?

Kayla:Don't know. Maybe all night.

Amberlyn:[unintelligible].

Kayla:You okay alone?

Amberlyn:It's all good.

Kayla:Okay, night.

Amberlyn:Love you.

Kayla:Love you like my sister.

Wait, you are my sister.

Girl on left:What?

Amberlyn:Nothing.

I can stay out later now, if I want.

Man in middle:Cool.

Yeah, open that throat.

Girl on left:All right.

Kayla:Oh, maybe I should -

Treyshawn:Kayla.

Kayla:Yeah.

Treyshawn:You ever been with a man?

Kayla:No.

Treyshawn:We'll just sleep, all right?

I just want to be close with you.

Kayla:Do I have to take off my clothes?

Treyshawn:Not if you don't wanta.

Kayla:We're just gonna sleep, right?

Treyshawn:I can't help what my boy do.

You're a beautiful woman.

Kayla:Seriously.

Treyshawn:Come here.

Kayla:Are you -

Treyshawn:It's okay. It feels good, don't it?

Kayla:Uh-huh.

Treyshawn:You'll never forget me.

I'll always be your first.

Mrs. Ambrose:You're late.

Kayla:I'm sorry.

Mrs. Ambrose:Go to the office and get a late slip.

Kayla, come here please.

Everyone keep working.

What is going on with you?

Kayla:I don't know.

Mrs. Ambrose:Well, you're always late,

if you're here at all.

I can't remember the last project you turned in.

Kayla:Sorry.

Mrs. Ambrose:I don't understand you.

Don't you want this scholarship?

Kayla:Well, I didn't hear from the board,

so I assumed I didn't get it.

Mrs. Ambrose:What? The notices went out last week.

You won, Kayla!

Kayla:I got one?

Mrs. Ambrose:Yeah.

Kayla:Mrs. Ambrose, I didn't know!

I'll make up everything, I swear, please!

Mrs. Ambrose:All right.

I'll hold off sending in the progress report,

but you have got to turn everything in, everything!

Kayla:Thank you. Thank you, you won't regret it.

Here are your meds.

Angie:Thanks, baby.

Come here.

Kayla:Mom, did you get anything in the mail for me?

Angie:What are you talking about?

Kayla:Mrs. Ambrose said I got a scholarship notification.

Angie:Honey, you don't want to leave me, do you?

If you go away to school,

who's gonna bring me my meds then?

Kayla:Maybe we should get them from a doctor

or something.

Angie:Kayla, they're my medicine. I need them.

Kayla:Mom, I can't do this for you anymore.

Angie:Too late now.

The minute you bought me my drugs,

you stopped being my daughter

and started being my drug dealer.

Kayla:Is that what you think of me,

as you're dealer?

Angie:Oh fine.

You know what?

I'll just have Amberlyn do it?

Kayla:What kind of mother are you?

Angie:A better mother than a princess like you deserves.

You think you're such hot shit,

Daddy's little favorite.

Let me tell you something,

you are nothing, nobody

and no fancy art scholarship

is gonna do you a damn bit of good,

because you're never gonna amount to anything.

You don't like it here, leave.

Kayla:What?

Angie:Get out, you ungrateful bitch.

Kayla:All I wanted to know was

if something came in the mail for me.

Angie:Get out! Get out!

Get out!

Kayla:What did I ever do to you?

Angie:You know what you did to me?

You were born, that's what!

Amberlyn:Hey, I hit you up.

Girl in black vest: Thanks, girl.

Amberlyn:Hey, Dionte. What up?

Okay, how much?

To where?

No, I don't got to write it down.

I been there before.

Yeah, I got enough.

Later.

Gotta run.

Text me, bitches.

Bye.

Girl in black vest: Bye.

Where is she going?

Girl in green:Hello. All that money and everything.

Girl in black vest: Yeah, so.

Girl in green:She's a dealer, dummy.

Girl in black vest: Wow, awesome.

Girl in green:Yeah, but she has to deal drugs.

Girl in black vest: So, she always has weed

and she gets to stay out as late as she wants.

I'd do it.

Girl in green: You don't got the balls.

Girl in black vest: Fuck you, bitch.

Treyshawn:Sure you don't want to hang with me tonight?

We'll go for milkshakes after, strawberry.

Kayla:I'm so behind.

Treyshawn:Fine.

Kayla:Wait, don't be mad.

Treyshawn:I ain't mad.

You hurt me deep Kayboo.

We won't stay out late, word.

Kayla:Promise?

Treyshawn:Word.

I love you, boo.

Kayla:I love you too.

Mrs. Ambrose.

Mrs. Ambrose:Yes, Kayla.

Kayla:I have all my makeup work.

Mrs. Ambrose:Come in.

Kayla:Here are the last 5, the 4 assignments

and I finished the paper on Italy,

I just haven't done the footnotes, yet.

Mrs. Ambrose:Our deal was,

you were gonna turn everything in.

Kayla:Yeah, but I caught up.

Mrs. Ambrose:I don't know what to say.

Kayla:What? I did the work.

Mrs. Ambrose:You were my best student, Kayla.

I had such high hopes for you.

Kayla:But it's all here! You said!

Mrs. Ambrose:No, it isn't!

Do you honestly think I can give you

a passing grade for this?

Tell me truth, what happened to you?

Why won't you talk to me anymore?

Kayla:What? You lied to me.

You said if I did all the work

everything would be fine!

You don't understand.

Nobody freaking understands!

[unintelligible] Art Camp Scholarship anyways!

Treyshawn:Hey, boo.

Kayla:Hey.

Treyshawn:What are you doing out here?

Kayla:School sucks. I ain't goin' back.

Treyshawn:I can't say I blame you,

but for real I ain't complaining,

'cause I get you all to myself now.

Hey, don't cry.

I can't stand it when you cry.

Kayla:Okay.

Treyshawn:You hungry?

I just got to make one stop at Dionte's.

Dionte:Hey, man.

Angie:Dionte, I need you!

Kayla:Mom!

Angie:Help me.

Kayla:Some one call 911!

Dionte:Are you crazy?

Get this messed up white trash bitch out of here!

Kayla:Treyshawn!

In here.

Treyshawn:[unintelligible]

I got to clean out my car.

Kayla:Okay.

Tweety!

Amberlyn:Hello.

Kayla:In here.

Amberlyn:What are you doing here?

Kayla:Where have you been?

What's wrong with you?

Amberlyn:Is Mom okay?

Kayla:No. She was over at Dionte's house.

Where have you been?

Amberlyn:Out.

Kayla:Did you know she was going over there?

Amberlyn:What's that smell?

Kayla:She vomited on herself.

Is there anything clean we can put on her?

Amberlyn:I don't know.

Kayla:Help me out damn it!

What is wrong with you?

Why haven't you been taking care of her?

Amberlyn:Let me go.

Kayla:Go get her a soda, do something.

Angie:Kayla.

Kayla:What?

I feel better.

Kayla:Here, drink this.

Angie:That's good.

Kayla:You gonna be okay?

Do you have my cellphone number?

Amberlyn, you need to clean up this pigsty.

Amberlyn:You're the only one who thinks it's a pigsty.

Angie:We're gonna be okay, right?

You'll see, things are gonna get better.

We're not gonna let you down.

Kayla:Okay, I'll call you guys later.

Take care of Mom.

Hey, guess what?

Amberlyn:[unintelligible].

Kayla:All cleaned out?

It doesn't smell.

Treyshawn:Yeah, it's all right.

Thanks for helping.

Kayla:Be right back. I want to call my grandma.

You want anything?

Treyshawn:Yeah, bring me a beer, would you?

Kayla:Sure.

Baachan Reiko:Hello.

Kayla:Hi, Baachan.

Baachan Reiko:Hi, Kayla Chung.

It's so good to hear from you.

Kayla:Baachan, I was wondering,

maybe I could come over tomorrow.

I really need to talk to you, lunchtime, noon.

Baachan Reiko:I'd like that so much, Kayla.

I miss you.

Kayla:Yeah, me too.

See you tomorrow.

Baachan Reiko:Okay.

Kayla:Bye.

Baachan Reiko:Bye.

Treyshawn:What was that for?

Kayla:Cause you're Mr. Bomb.

Kayla:[inaudible]

Treyshawn:Could you get the system out of my bag

and put them under the thing. Hurry!

Kayla:The cops?

Treyshawn:I don't know.

Male voice:Pull over.

Driver, pull over.

Put your hands where we can see them.

Driver, throw the keys out.

Kayla:What's gonna happen to us?

Treyshawn:You'll be all right, baby.

Just do what the cops say, all right?

Don't worry about nothing.

I got your back.

Me and Dionte will take care of everything.

Kayla:Treyshawn.

Treyshawn:Everything will be all right.

Cop 1:Passenger out. Out of the car.

How old are you?

Kayla:I'm 16, sir.

Cop 1:Sit down.

Cop 1:What's your name?

Treyshawn:Treyshawn Doty.

Cop 2:Treyshawn, we know you've got drugs in the car.

We've been following you for a few weeks.

It'll go down easier if you just tell us now,

where is it?

Treyshawn:No man, you got the wrong dude.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I ain't got nothing.

Cop 1:Found it.

Cop 1:I got another on for you.

Her name's Kayla Tanaka.

Blond woman:Have you been here before?

Kayla:No.

Blond woman:Take off your shoes, earrings and jewelry

and put it in this bag.

Angie:Hello.

Rhonda:Is this Angie Tanaka?

Angie:Yes.

Rhonda:This is Rhonda Thompson.

I'm calling from the Juvenile Detention Center.

Kayla's going to be having a hearing on May 18th,

at 2:00 PM.

Will you be able to attend?

Angie:Yeah.

Rhonda:Your daughter is present.

You may speak with her briefly.

Kayla:Hi, Mom.

Angie:Hey, what do you got to say for yourself?

Kayla:Nothing.

Angie:You okay?

Kayla:Yeah.

Does Daddy know?

What did he say?

Angie:What do you think?

Kayla:Okay, bye.

Angie:Wait, Kayla.

Kayla:Yeah.

Angie:Take care of yourself.

Kayla:Mom.

Rhonda:Okay, let's go.

Dark haired woman: Take off your clothes.

Put them in the bag, put this on.

No, out here.

Blond woman:What time you takin' lunch?

Dark haired woman: Midnight.

Blond woman:What are you waiting for?

What'd you bring?

Dark haired woman: Meatloaf.

Blond woman:Did you get that recipe from Ginger?

Dark haired woman: Yeah.

Blond woman:It was good, wasn't it?

Dark haired woman: My Momma's was better.

Blond woman:Hurry up!

Kayla:It's kind of cold in here.

Is this the only blanket I get?

Dark haired woman: This ain't no luxury motel.

You get what you get.

Owww!

Blond woman:What's the problem, Kayla?

Kayla:I can't pie. It hurts!

Blond woman:Do you want to see the nurse?

Kayla:Oww!

Nurse:How long has it hurt to urinate?

Kayla:I don't know, a while.

Nurse:Do you think you can give me some?

Kayla:I'll try.

Grey haired man:Sit here.

Wait for instructions.

You missed breakfast. You hungry?

Dark haired woman: You ever been to juvi before?

Kayla:Me, no.

Dark haired woman: I been once before.

This is the last time, though.

I ain't coming back.

Grey haired man:Sit.

Dark haired woman: Who you writing to?

Kayla:My boyfriend, Treyshawn.

Dark haired woman: He go to your school?

Treyshawn:No, he's older.

Dark haired woman: Are you in love?

Kayla:Yeah.

Dark haired woman: Why do you like him so much?

Kayla:I don't know.

We listen to music together.

He's not mean to me.

He loves me.

Dark haired woman: That's all?

Kayla:Yeah, I guess.

Dark haired woman: Where he at now?

Kayla:He got arrested too, for drug possession.

Dark haired woman: He a dealer?

You got caught with him?

Kayla:Yeah.

Dark haired woman: That's bad, girl.

Kayla:Yeah.

Male voice:Kayla Tanaka, phone call.

Kayla:Hello.

Grey haired man:3 minutes.

Amberlyn:Hey.

Kayla:Hey, what's up?

Amberlyn:Nothing. You okay?

Kayla:I'm in jail.

Amberlyn:You're in juvie, that's different.

Kayla:Still, it's not fun.

Amberlyn:Yeah.

Kayla:You heard from Treyshawn at all?

Amberlyn:No.

Kayla:When they said I had a phone call, I was hoping -

I mean, I thought you might have been him.

Amberlyn:Oh.

Kayla:How's Mom? You see Daddy, Baachan?

Amberlyn:Everybody is fine.

You'll be out soon and everything

will be back to normal.

Kayla:Yeah, I guess.

You okay? What have you been up to?

Amberlyn:Nothing. We just got back from the movies.

Kayla:Yeah? What'd you see?

Amberlyn:Some stupid gangster movie

that Treyshawn wanted -

Kayla:What?

Amberlyn:Yeah, he got out of jail yesterday.

Didn't he tell you?

Kayla:No, what the hell's going on, Amberlyn?

Blond woman:Kayla, the nurse wants to see you. Amberlyn: Chill dude,

he got out early, because he rated out everyone.

Okay?

Kayla:What?

Amberlyn:You'll get in less trouble,

because you're a minor.

Besides, it's better for Mom and I

if he's out here, because he's helping us.

Kayla:Listen to me Amberlyn,

get the hell away from Treyshawn, okay?

I mean it.

Throw away the cell phone,

do whatever you have to.

He's bad news.

He's gonna get you in trouble too.

Just, please, stop doing what you're doing!

Just call Daddy, call Baachan,

get some money from them!

Just stop, please!

Amberlyn:I gotta go.

You're breaking up.

I can barely hear you.

Talk to you later.

Love you, bye.

Kayla:Amberlyn, don't you dare hang up on me, Amberlyn!

Nurse:You will take these 4 times a day.

How many partners have you had in the last 6 months?

Kayla:I've only had 1 boyfriend, ever.

Nurse:Really, just 1?

Kayla:Yes, just 1.

You don't believe me?

Nurse:You'll have to notify him

so he can be treated for gonorrhea too.

Kayla:He's not my boyfriend anymore.

You tell him.

Nurse:You're just lucky you didn't get pregnant, miss,

or something worse.

Dark haired woman: You ready?

Kayla:Yes.

Dark haired woman: Good luck.

Judge:You were arrested with Treyshawn Brian Doty

and who's that?

Kayla:He was my boyfriend.

Judge:He's 19. Does he go to school?

Kayla:No.

Judge:Does he work?

Kayla:No.

Judge:What does he do?

Your boy friend's not in school and he has no job.

You do know that he turned in another drug dealer

in order to get a reduced sentence

and that he tried to turn you in too?

Kayla:Yes, ma'am.

Judge:What kind of boy friend would do that?

Bad boy friend, in my opinion.

Were you dealing drugs?

If you helping, you were dealing.

You are in very serious trouble, young lady.

Do you understand that?

Kayla:Yes.

Judge:Mr. Tanaka, you are her father?

Ken:Yes, Your Honor.

Judge:Mrs. Tanaka, you're Kayla's grandmother?

Baachan Reiko:Yes.

Judge:Kayla's mother is -

Ken:We're in the process of a divorce, Your Honor.

Kayla's mother was in a drug rehabilitation center,

but she checked herself out after a week.

I wasn't able to get in touch with her today.

Judge:Where are you living now, Mr. Tanaka?

Ken:I live with my mother. Baachan Reiko: With me, Your Honor.

Judge:You do realize that I can send you

to a more severe juvenile detention facility

for the crimes that you've committed?

Kayla:Yes, ma'am.

Baachan Reiko:Your Honor.

May I say something?

Judge:Go ahead.

Baachan Reiko:Kayla is a good girl.

If you'll let her come back home,

life will be different for all of us.

We won't have secrets.

We won't tolerate lies anymore.

I know now that it's not good to pretend,

better to face the truth.

Judge:Thank you Mrs. Tanaka.

I'm gonna take into account the fact

that you've never been in trouble before.

If I give you 3 more weeks here,

followed by 6 months probation,

you can only go to school or work,

unless you're accompanied by your father

or your grandmother, would you go back to school?

Kayla:Yes, Your Honor, I would go back to school.

I'm sorry.

Amberlyn:[unintelligible], it's my favorite.

Treyshawn:I know.

Damn!

I ain't holding nothing. Are you?

Amberlyn:No, are the cops following us?

Treyshawn:Don't turn around!

Male voice:Pull over.

Out of the damn car!

Treyshawn:Damn, damn, damn!

You'll be all right, baby.

Just do what the police say.

I got your back.

Don't worry about nothing.

Everything will be all right.

Amberlyn:

Female voice:You totally took it, it was in-

Female voice:I didn't take nothing.

Female voice:Goodnight, ladies.

Female voice:Kayla Tanaka, you have a visitor.

Dark haired woman: Hands on the table.

Hands on the table!

Kayla:Oh.

Grey haired man:You have 15 minutes.

No touching, no passing of anything,

stay seated until I come back for you.

Kayla:Yes, sir.

Baachan, please don't cry.

Baachan Reiko:Japanese people don't go to prison.

Kayla:That's not true.

Baachan Reiko:Yes, it is.

Kayla:Obviously not, because here I am.

Baachan:First, I was ashamed that you were in here.

But, [unintelligible] can't be helped.

I've been thinking, you must have survived for a reason.

You must have something important

to do in this world.

Honor your sister's memory. Ganbatte.

Kayla:Okay.

Baachan Reiko:You understand ganbatte?

Kayla:Be strong or something.

Baachan Reiko:That's what we all told

each other in camp,

to endure and persevere.

We'll get through this together.

Tall man:Hey, Ken, want to grab a beer?

Ken:No thanks.

Tall man:Ain't got a ball and chain

to worry about anymore, right?

Ken:Yeah.

No, not tonight guys.

Have fun.

See you, Monday.

Dark haired woman: You're father's here [unintelligible].

Blond woman:[inaudible].

Ken:Nice day, huh?

I got paid today.

You need anything?

Kayla:No Daddy, I'm good.

Thanks.

Ken:You sure?

I got my whole paycheck.

Kayla:Yeah?

Ken:I haven't had a drink in almost 2 weeks.

It's an experiment.

I saved you a program.

Kayla:Did Mom go?