Surviving Lunch (2019) - full transcript

When school is the battleground, where can you hide?

(kids chattering)

(dramatic music)

(kids chattering)

- Why are you wearing a

pink hoodie to school?

You cross dressing now?

Faggot.

- You want some friends, man, huh?

Nah, I bet you'd rather

have some of this, huh.

- Ooh, and I bet he would.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, don't touch me.

Ooh.

- [Zion] Pussy boy.

(dramatic music)

- Mateo.

Como estas, homie.

How you doing, huh?

You mind if I have lunch with you today?

A little sick of the teacher's lounge.

Hey.

Wanna cookie?

My wife made these, man.

These are the best cookies

you will ever have.

I love 'em some much look.

I'm starting to get a pot belly.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Mr. Lopez, I would love

to have that cookie.

- Man, you could smell a

cookie from a mile away, huh.

You get your history

homework done last night?

So how you doing, mijo?

You doing okay?

- You wanna have my baby?

- [Mr. Lopez] Gabriella.

- What are you doing in the lunch room?

- Just a little socializing.

- Yeah, nice jacket, Mr. Lopez.

Do you have to wear it

like every single day?

- Hey, hey.

Respect the jacket, huh.

Would you lovely ladies like to sit down

and have lunch with us today?

- Are you trying to totally

ruin our reputation?

- Oh, that hurts.

That's painful.

Come on, Maria.

This is my friend Mateo.

Say hello.

- I told you he was a faggot.

- [Mr. Lopez] Hey, hey, hey.

Cut it out now for real.

- Let's get out of here.

I'm hungry.

- Give me $2.

They're having chicken nuggets today.

- And what happened to

your lunch money may I ask?

- I told you not to

wear that jacket again.

- Yeah, you're always right

just like your mother.

- You know it.

- Bring me back the change.

(soft music)

Your mama's making Paella tonight.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Okay.

(soft music)

I love you.

- [Boys] Oh.

- That's it.

I've had enough of what

you're doing to me.

- [Angel] What's up, Mateo?

Little gay boy.

Come on, cry baby.

- [Boys] Fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight, fight.

(kids chattering)

- [Mr. Lopez] Hey.

(gun firing)

(gentle music)

(kids screaming)

♪ In the night we were

wild, we were golden ♪

♪ Sparks and embers fly

wherever we were going ♪

♪ Fire and ice we built

our lives on survival ♪

♪ Get in past the fall lines ♪

♪ Burning your hand in mine ♪

♪ Freedom the song we're hollering ♪

♪ You can't stop the storm from coming ♪

♪ We're looking all comes rushing ♪

♪ Who's crying, lighting strikes ♪

♪ Dark sky and thunder rumbling ♪

♪ You can't stop the storm from coming ♪

- This place is like a

country club or something.

Look at those palm trees.

- Papa always said he hated Florida.

- Papa would want you to be safe.

(soft music)

We can't live in New

York anymore, Gabriella.

- I'll see you after school.

(soft music)

- Honey, you're gonna

be hot in that jacket.

Why don't you leave it with me?

(soft music)

Gabriella.

Make sure you eat lunch today.

- I will if you will.

(soft music)

- You posted that picture of me?

- I was doing you a favor.

Look, you got like 2000 likes.

You are so hot.

(soft music)

What?

- Damn.

Where did you come from?

Hey.

What are you hiding

under that ugly jacket?

- Nothing you'll ever see.

- I'm just acknowledging

you for looking good, bitch.

You should be thankful.

For real.

(soft music)

Who was that girl?

♪ I'll be your stronghold ♪

♪ I won't let go of you tonight ♪

♪ Until the end of ♪

♪ We fight for all that we desire ♪

♪ I'll be your stronghold ♪

♪ For when it's winter in your life ♪

♪ Until the end of ♪

♪ Forgetting lives we can't look back ♪

♪ Can't take past from now ♪

♪ Surrender your hand in mine ♪

♪ Freedom the song we're hollering ♪

♪ You can't stop the storm from coming ♪

- Excuse me.

- Conner, did you do last

night's algebra homework?

Can I like maybe borrow it?

'Cause a bunch of stuff happened.

- [Conner] Of course.

- [Shauna] Hey babe.

- [Danny] What's up?

- [Conner] Here.

- I'll give it to you

before lunch is over.

- Hey kid, give it up, okay.

She's not interested in pussies like you.

You know how many guys are

in line to get some of that?

- Hey, don't talk to her like that.

- [Lacey] Thank you, Conner.

- Hey kid, why don't you get

the hell out of here, okay.

Somebody needs attention.

- You guys see what she was wearing.

Looks like Goodwill had a sale.

Come on, Lacey.

We're going.

- Hey Lacey.

You look really good today.

- See, I told you you'd thank

me for posting that picture.

- I'm getting some.

(soft music)

- God, oh my God.

Look at me.

- Are you okay?

- My best friend just posted pictures

of me on Start Some Drama.

- Start Some Drama?

- Please, just leave me alone

because the last thing I need

is to be seen talking to you.

- You don't even know me.

(soft music)

- Apples.

Can you get me oranges?

Pop tarts.

Pop tarts.

Chocolate.

And then oh my God.

- Please write it down.

- [Girl] I can write it down.

- All right, I'll write it down.

- You must be Gabriella.

Come on in.

Don't be shy.

(soft music)

We have a new student whose

joined our class today.

Miss Gabriella Lopez.

- You can sit by me.

- [Mr. Coleman] We're glad you're here.

- Thanks.

- Hey, I have a set of

earbuds for the first person

that can I remember what we

talked about yesterday in class.

Carson.

- [Carson] The rise of fascism.

- Carson is correct.

Adolf Hitler and the rise

of fascism in Germany.

Tell me something.

What would you do if something

like that were to happen here?

- [Mateo] That's it.

I've had enough of what

you're doing to me.

(soft music)

- Hi.

You're sitting at our table.

- I didn't know the

lunchroom had assigned seats.

- Well they do assigned by me

and we don't want any strange

girl sitting at our table.

Sorry.

- You know, I could fight about it,

but you beach barbies

just aren't worth it.

- Stupid slut.

- What'd you call me?

- Nothing.

Bye.

Seriously, what the hell?

Who does she think she is?

Like I own this school.

- Who is she anyways?

- Yeah Lacey, did you ever find out?

- Somebody posted she's from New York.

- I don't want some strange weirdo chick

from New York sitting at our table.

- She's not pretty enough

to sit at our table.

- Let's start some drama.

(soft music)

Dyke alert.

New York lesbo.

- Do we have to add dyke alert?

- [Ashley] Hashtag dyke.

- Yes, done and done.

- Don't tag me 'cause my mom follows me.

- So does mine on my real

account not my finsta, duh.

Oh, did I forget to add you?

- Man, there's that kid again.

If there's one thing

that gets to my nerves,

it's creepy little mama's boys

shaking their butts in my face.

- Looks like he's in third grade.

- Hey faggot.

Hey.

I'm talking to you, homo.

- Better not ignore him, kid.

Or he'll kick your butt all

the way back to kindergarten.

- The lunchroom is

closed to kids like you.

You hear me?

- [Conner] Okay.

- 'Cause you know I

don't like being ignored.

- Hey.

You want some attention?

Now you've got mine.

- It's ugly jacket girl.

I'm starting to think you're

in love with me or something.

What the hell do you want?

- I want you to leave him alone.

- [Woman] Robert Courtland,

please come to the office.

Robert Courtland, please come

to the office immediately.

- I don't know who you

are, where you came from.

You better stay out of my business

'cause you don't know

who you're dealing with.

- I'm not afraid of you.

- Well maybe you should be.

(dramatic music)

- He's just kidding around.

Once you get to know him, he's okay.

- So you think that beating up weaker

and smaller kids in the lunchroom is okay?

(soft music)

- Hey Robert.

Just have a seat please.

- [Mr. Dawson] You know Courtland,

you get me in a lot of trouble for this.

- Hey man, since when you were ever afraid

of a little trouble?

I saved your ass in 10th grade.

You remember?

- Yeah, that's true.

- I'm telling you.

I've known Robert a long time.

He's just going through.

- Going through what?

(soft music)

- Dad.

- Good to see you, kid.

Hey.

Geez man, I don't see you for like a week

and you're already like a foot taller.

What your mom feeding ya?

- Like I only have a couple

minutes 'til lunch is over so.

- [Mr. Courtland] I'd like to talk to ya.

Can I do that please?

- You know the cops said

I'm really not supposed to--

- Oh, oh, oh, cops.

I don't freaking believe this.

You're my son.

You can talk to me

whenever you freaking want.

17 years I played ball with you.

I take you hunting.

I make one little mistake

and all of a sudden I

can't even talk to you.

- You broke her arm, dad.

- Well you think I don't

regret that every day of my?

This whole thing is just one

massive misunderstanding.

It's a freaking comedy is what it is.

- Yeah, everyone's laughing.

- I lose my shit one split second

and for that I'm locked

out of my own house.

Who pays for that house?

- Okay, time's up, Courtland.

- Jesus Christ, man.

I can't talk privately with

my kid for five minutes.

- Come on, I'm doing you a favor.

- I know.

I know.

Just give me a minute, please.

(soft music)

So it's interesting.

I went to the house this morning

and I couldn't get in the front door.

You wanna tell me what's going on there?

- You were at the house, Dad?

Was mom there?

- No, I'm not an idiot.

I waited 'til she was gone at

her little gym or whatever.

Listen, here's the situation.

I have to pick something up at the house

and I can't get through the front door.

- Yeah, mom changed the locks.

- Look, I'm not gonna tell anybody.

It's just that you know I want him

to stop picking on that kid.

He doesn't deserve it.

Nobody does.

(soft music)

And.

(soft music)

- So what's this, like a diary?

- It's a journal.

- So what you like write

down all your secrets?

- I guess.

Something like that.

- Are you gonna write

about meeting me today?

- Don't flatter yourself.

It's just like poems and stuff.

- So what type of poems?

- It's just stuff about my dad mainly.

I don't wanna talk about it.

- Bobby.

I need you to get something

from the house for me.

- Dad.

- I don't want her giving my stuff

to some freaking cop the

minute I'm out the door.

You listen.

Take this key.

Don't lose it.

Come on, you know what

this is for. Put it away.

Don't lose it.

I want you to find a time when your mom

is not snooping around

like she always does.

Okay?

Take this key and find a

case behind in the garage.

- Dad, no.

No, I can't do that.

- What do you mean you can't do that?

Of course you can.

Hey what, come on.

What?

What are you a pussy, man?

Come on, what are you a

little faggot chicken shit?

- [Robert] Get off of me.

- Hey, watch your tone.

I brought you into this

fucking world you little punk.

Don't you fucking turn your back on me.

I need you to get something

for me from that fucking house

and I can't get in it.

- Mom told me I'm not supposed to talk--

- I don't give a fucking flying

crap what your mama said.

Can you imagine what it's like

to be locked out of your own house?

A house you paid for.

Don't you walk out that

fucking door on me.

Piece of chicken shit.

- Get off me.

- Don't you raise your tone with me.

- [Robert] What are you

gonna break my arm, too?

- You're gonna do this for me.

It's mine.

I bought it, all right.

- Dad.

- Huh, what are you some

little baby? You gonna cry now?

- Okay, that's it.

I'm serious.

That's it.

Robert, use your head.

Let him get back to the lunchroom.

(soft music)

- Hey remember what I said.

I'll call you.

We'll meet up.

Hey, it's a new number,

but you'll know it's me.

- What are you doing?

- [Mr. Courtland] What?

I'm talking to my kid is what I'm doing.

What are you doing?

- You gotta keep it together.

Come on, I'm escorting you to your car.

- [Mr. Courtland] Come

on, give me a break.

- Get out, let's go.

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

What did I tell you about

shaking your butt in my face?

- My locker's here.

- Just gonna have to

teach you a lesson, huh,

'cause I'm tired of seeing

you every time I turn around.

- I.

I.

- What?

You got something to say, huh?

Huh?

You little piece of shit.

I oughta put you in the trashcan

'cause that's where trash belongs.

You know what?

No. I oughta put you in the toilet, huh.

That's where shit like you goes.

Come on, let's take a trip, huh.

Come on, let's take a trip.

We'll see how far I can

shove your head down--

- [Lacey] What are you doing?

- We're just kidding around.

Right, kid?

- Conner, here's your

algebra homework back.

- Come on.

Like you really let this

kid help you with algebra?

- Actually he's the one who's probably

gonna be making a million

bucks and laughing at you.

- This kid?

A million dollars?

This fruitcake?

- You should get Robert to

help you with your homework.

I hear he's pretty good at what he does.

- Come on, I wanna get something to eat

before the bell rings.

(soft music)

- I love her.

- [Robert] Danny, I've been

looking all over for you.

What's going on?

- I didn't know you two knew each other.

- Actually, we don't.

(soft music)

- What is she like a Mexican?

- Build a wall.

Seriously, what's going on with you?

- [Shauna] Hold up, boys.

(soft music)

- [Gabriella] Conner, are you okay?

(soft music)

- Sometimes I think if I

had a gun, I'd kill him.

Or myself.

(soft music)

- Your lip's bleeding.

Here.

Sorry.

(soft music)

- I'm not gay, you know.

- Doesn't matter to me

one way or the other.

I mean, just the way he

throws that word around.

Faggot.

I mean, what if some kid really was gay?

(soft music)

Let's just go to the office.

I mean, this Robert thing needs to stop.

- No.

I tried telling Mr.

Dawson what was going on,

but he just blew it off.

I'll probably just go hide in the bathroom

'til lunch is over.

- Conner, wait.

You can't.

- Gabriella.

- [Conner] I gotta go.

- Conner, wait.

- What's he so freaked out about?

- Don't even talk to me.

- Wait a minute.

What's going on?

- Okay, for a second I don't know why,

but I just thought you might be

kind of cool or something, but you're not.

You're just like everybody else so.

- What's that supposed

to mean? What did I do?

- Nothing.

That's the whole point.

(soft music)

- Begin this half hour

with tragedy in Parkland

as many are feared dead

after a school shooting

in Broward County High School.

- Blame it on the guns.

- Sound like your father

when you talk like that.

- I'm just hungry.

Missed lunch today.

- Why'd you miss lunch?

- Busy.

- Relax.

I'll make you a turkey sandwich.

- I can get it.

- It's fine.

Doesn't even hurt anymore.

(soft music)

- [Reporter] Now officials

are investigating a threat

to Manatee County middle school.

It's the second senseless shooting there.

Just so the district of

Manatee County spokesperson.

(soft music)

Tragedy in Parkland as

many our thought dead

after a school shooting in

Broward County high school.

(speaking in foreign language)

- What's going on?

- There was another school shooting.

14 kids and three teachers killed.

- This one was in Florida.

- I'm going to my room.

- It's my room.

No, it's my room.

(dramatic music)

- Reports are saying that this was one

of the deadliest school

shootings in modern history.

14 students and three teachers killed.

I don't know about you but

for me, it breaks my heart.

By a show of hands, how

many of you were afraid

to come to school today?

(soft music)

- My mom almost wouldn't

let me come to school today

'cause she heard that

students were bringing guns

and knives to school.

- We're supposed to just let

people with guns on this campus

and trust they won't shoot us?

- It's freaky.

All of this is so real.

- What do you even care?

You didn't know the people.

- Okay, but what if you

did know the people?

But what if it was your own

father that got shot like mine?

Seriously, is that what it would take

to make any of you give a damn?

- Listen to me and hear what I'm saying.

This is not gonna happen at our school.

Not on our watch.

If you see something, say something.

Facebook, Instagram.

Group text.

If you have somebody on

there saying nasty things

and making these horrible threats,

you guys need to say something.

You're gonna be the eyes and the ears

that the adults won't see.

(soft music)

(bell ringing)

Listen, homework assignment.

I need your plans on how to

make this school more safe.

Gabriella, can I talk to you for a second?

Are you okay?

This can't be easy for you.

(soft music)

- Thank you for asking.

(soft music)

- I'm so sorry about your dad.

- Thanks.

I'll see you later.

(soft music)

- Why were you just talking to her?

- Just homework.

(soft music)

- Hey, what's going on?

- Nothing.

Just stuff with my dad.

- Everything okay?

- You haven't told anybody, have you?

- No.

Nobody even knows.

Everyone thinks your dad is

like the nicest guy ever.

- Hey Conner, what are you doing?

Do you wanna go eat lunch?

- No, I'll probably just

hide in the bathroom

'til lunch is over.

- Are you sure?

We can sit together.

- I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

- Okay, bye.

(soft music)

- Elbow to knee.

Knee to hand.

People, people.

Hey you.

Here for drama club?

Come on, we're down one.

Come on up.

(soft music)

- Head to knee.

Shoulder, foot.

- Lacey, can you take a picture of us two?

- [Lacey] Danny, look like you're smiling.

- Look like I'm smiling.

- Oh my God, is he

looking miserable again?

Happens every time.

Can you get the angle

like up a little higher?

You're kind of like close.

- Danny, you should look happy.

- He always looks sad in pictures.

I don't know how to get him to smile.

- Danny's the happiest person I know.

- Good?

Okay, yeah.

This is gonna look so good on my feed.

Look at us.

- I'm so tired.

I popped a xan and binge

watched Netflix all night.

- Classy.

- What's a xan?

- Are you 12?

- Are you gonna eat this?

- No.

- Thanks babe.

- Ooh, wait.

Okay so like, you and Robert?

- Stop, guys.

- I mean, why not?

Look at her.

She's freaking hot.

- I mean, you guys would

make a cute couple.

- Shut up.

- Am I embarrassing you?

Aw look Danny, she's blushing.

I'm sorry.

So we think that the four of us

should get together this weekend.

♪ I was watching you

like the sun come up ♪

♪ Vintage tee shirt

and one two high tops ♪

- I'll be right back.

♪ Taste like gold ♪

♪ Sweet with obsession ♪

♪ Show me something new ♪

- He's literally always sneaking off

and never telling me where he's going.

- [Danny] Hey Gabriella.

Where you going?

- Out of here.

- [Danny] Can I come?

- Think the cameras will see us out there?

- No, not if we stay on

this side of the building.

We figured that out way

back in ninth grade.

♪ Give up our ghosts ♪

♪ 'Cause when the morning comes ♪

♪ Through the wind goes ♪

- Shauna, nothing's going on, okay.

You're all he ever talks about.

- Doesn't seem like it.

- [Robert] Are you gonna finish this?

- You can have 'em.

- Good job, Lacey.

Cut the carbs if you wanna lose weight.

- As if she needs to lose weight.

You're perfect.

- I know. That's what

I'm always telling her.

You don't need to lose

weight in order to be skinny.

You just need a little

more muscle on your arms.

- If you wanna come with

us to the gym after school,

I can show you some routines.

- Yes, we would love that.

And Danny's gonna come too, right?

Or is he gonna run off somewhere?

- Yes, Shauna.

He'll be there.

- You want half my sandwich?

- Yeah, I'm always hungry.

- Oh, my mom made these

chocolate chip cookies.

They're so good.

Here.

Try this.

- Oh my God, these are amazing.

- Right?

You know, one time in New York,

it had been raining and raining for weeks

and then out of the blue,

there was a perfect day just like this

and my friend Gloria and

I got the brilliant idea

to skip school so we took the B line

all the way to Central Park.

We spent the whole day running around,

feeding the ducks, eating gelato.

We figured that we'd just

sneak back into school

before sixth period

like we never even left,

but when we got back to the Bronx,

my dad was waiting at the subway station

and he's just standing

there on the platform

and when I walked off the train,

he came up to me, grabbed me--

- Just knocks the crap

out of you right there

at the subway station.

- No.

He tells me that the next

time I wanna skip school,

I just have to tell him where I'm going

so he doesn't have a heart attack.

- Your dad sounds cool.

- Yeah.

Promise me you'll get your

friend to stop picking on Conner.

(soft music)

- Okay, but where did that come from?

(soft music)

I promise.

(soft music)

- It's like I can breathe for

the first time in forever.

- Me and Robert tried to

build a fort out here once.

He had this great idea

to runaway from home

and live outside the school.

- What is it with you two anyways?

- He's my cousin.

His mom and him stay with us

when Uncle Jack, you know, loses it.

- Well, then I mean it shouldn't be

that hard to talk to him.

- Yeah I mean, he's

not the same kid he was

when he was sticking up for

me at the playground but.

I'll see what I can do.

I mean, yeah.

(bell ringing)

- Was that the bell for fourth period?

- Yeah.

- Bye.

- Where the hell have you been?

Shauna's been looking all over for you.

- I got caught up.

- Hey, we're going to the gym

with her and Lacey after school.

Told her we'd show 'em some moves.

- [Danny] Okay.

- Okay.

Shauna's like the hottest

girl in the school.

What's gotten into you?

- Nothing. I'm just I'm

getting kind of tired of her.

That's all.

- You better figure things out

'case I'm not letting you mess

things up with me and Lacey.

We work as a team, remember?

- [Danny] Yeah.

- Loser.

- [Danny] Moron.

- Jackass.

- [Danny] What?

Dickhead.

- [Robert] I'll see you later, okay?

- [Danny] All right.

Hey, Robert.

- What's up?

- I don't know.

Nevermind.

- I know your problem.

- Yeah?

- You just need to get laid.

- You think?

- I'll see you after school.

- All right, see ya.

Hey Conner.

- I'm late for class.

- [Danny] No hey, wait a minute.

- I was at Nuovo for

like six hours yesterday.

Spent $300 on it.

- I'm getting new highlights on Friday.

- Sometimes I think he's gonna kill me.

- He's not gonna kill you.

- You know as well as I do.

I've tried everything

I can to make him stop.

I've tried running away.

- Running away makes him

come after you even harder.

- [Conner] Ignoring him.

- Ignoring him just

makes him even more mad.

- I even try hiding in the bathroom,

but wherever I go, he always

seems to track me down.

My whole existence has

become about surviving lunch.

- I'm gonna give you the best advice

you're ever gonna get

in this school, okay.

Just don't act scared.

'Cause guys like Robert,

they can smell scared

from a mile away.

- But I really am scared.

- So pretend not to be.

Just fake it.

- How?

- Okay so.

Say I'm you.

I'll show you what to do.

And this better not come

back to bite me, okay.

- [Conner] All right.

- Or I'll do the exact same thing.

- I swear.

I won't tell anyone.

- Now push me.

- What?

- Yeah, push me.

- Okay.

- Dude, come on.

Hit me harder, come on.

There you go.

- [Conner] I didn't mean to do that.

- No, no, no. You're

not as weak as you look.

Now hit me again.

- You faggot.

- [Gabriella] What the hell are you doing?

- Nothing.

We're just messing around, you know.

- Yeah, this is your idea of helping?

- What are you talking about?

(soft music)

Did you tell him to do this?

Thanks a lot.

- Conner, just.

(soft music)

What did you do?

Tell him to fight back.

Tell him that it's no big deal.

Tell him boys will be boys.

That kid is not the one with

the personality problem.

It's Robert and guys like you.

- What's that supposed to mean?

I was trying to help him.

- Telling him to fight

back is not helping.

- I don't see why you're

freaking out on me.

I'm trying to be the good guy.

I don't have time for this.

I've got stuff to do.

- Danny, wait.

Just wait, okay.

(soft music)

Did you ever?

Did you ever hear about a

13 year old boy in New York

that brought a gun to school

and killed his history teacher?

- I don't know.

- Well okay.

That teacher was my dad.

(soft music)

- I don't know what to say.

- He was just a kid.

He was being bullied and it

wasn't supposed to happen.

But you know.

- When me and Robert

started at this school,

all the older kids would

beat us up and stuff.

We couldn't wait until

we were the big shots.

But it's stupid to have

to act tough all the time.

You get this tight feeling inside

and I feel like I'm gonna

have a heart attack.

- Yeah.

(soft music)

- [Robert] You're not

wearing your favorite jacket.

What's the matter?

Got too hot for ya?

Be a shame to cover up that body anyway.

- Look, if you're trying to

scare me, it's not working.

- Does this scare you, bitch?

Going after my friends.

Turning people against me.

I told you once stay out of my business.

- Hey.

Danny's coming, right?

Where is he?

- [Robert] We're meeting him there.

Better be ready to work it.

- [Shauna] We are.

Lacey.

(gentle music)

- Do you think I look fat in this?

- Even if you do, that's

why we're here, right.

(gentle music)

- Do you think Robert likes me?

- Danny seriously hasn't

even texted me back.

It's like he's ignoring me on purpose.

- Danny loves you.

He's probably just playing hard to get.

- Robert's the one who can't

keep his eyes off of you.

That's why you have to

be nice to him, okay.

Don't mess this up for us.

I want them to take us both to prom

and it's gonna be perfect.

Let's take a picture.

- Oh, can you raise it

higher? My nose is too big.

Oh, my eyes were closed.

- Oh, shut up.

You look good.

Let's go.

(soft music)

Hey, where have you been?

- I was five minutes late to

class and they made me stay.

- You didn't answer

any of my texts either.

What are you mad at me or something?

- No.

- All right, I'm gonna put

my hand here for resistance.

Okay?

No, I'm just making it a little

bit harder for you, okay.

- [Shauna] You so need this, Lacey.

- Hey Robert.

- What are you doing here?

- Can you believe this guy?

Is that how you talk to your old man?

Hey Danny boy, how's it going?

- Hey Uncle Jack.

- Can I borrow him for a minute?

- Dad, I'm kind of in the middle--

- Come on over here, man.

- [Lacey] Did you see what he just did?

- Yeah, it's 'cause he really likes you.

Danny didn't even look

at me when he got here.

- Now I see why you ain't

returning my messages.

I saw you putting the moves on

that hot little blonde over there.

- No, I was just about to text you.

- No, no, no, no.

First tell me.

You got in her pants yet?

- Dad.

- Are you ever gonna talk to

me or you just gonna ignore me?

- No, dad.

Okay, mom's always home.

- What did I teach you

about making excuses?

I told you this was important.

- Dad, what do you want it for anyway?

- What do I want it for?

You just do what I tell you.

And tomorrow when I text you,

you damn well better answer it.

Come back over here.

- What, dad?

- Come on.

How you doing for cash, man?

- Fine.

- Here.

Here.

Let me give you this.

Here's 50 bucks, okay.

I know how cheap your mom is.

Spend on that hot little

blonde over there, huh.

I love you.

You know I love you.

And I'll see you tomorrow, man.

- Just came by to give me weekend money.

Fifty bucks.

- [Danny] Oh sweet.

- Why didn't he just

give it to you at home?

- Look, are we gonna workout or what?

- I have to go.

My mom just got called into work

and my little brother's home by himself.

- We've been here for like five minutes.

- My mom.

She can't get off.

- Guys, it's fine if you

wanna stay and workout.

I can take Lacey home.

- Okay.

- [Robert] You ready?

- Okay.

- See you, Danny.

- Bye.

- Bye.

So sweet of him, isn't it, Danny?

- Yeah, that's really nice.

- Very thoughtful.

- Yeah, he's a nice guy.

- Uh huh.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Mama, what's going on?

- The grand jury in Papa's case

wants to go for a lesser charge.

Sentencing is next week.

Ow.

- [Gabriella] Mama.

Mama, stop.

- Oh man.

- I got it.

I got it.

Don't worry, I got it.

(speaking in foreign language)

- They're just gonna what?

Let this kid off in five years.

- You just wanna send him to jail

for the rest of his life? He's 13, mama.

- Well they gotta do something.

Your father's death has to mean something.

That's it.

I'm getting us tickets to New York.

- [Gabriella] I was there, remember?

- [Rosa] We have to fight this.

- [Gabriella] I was there.

I know what was going on that day

and I'm not going to New York.

- [Rosa] Of course you're going.

- No, I'm not.

- [Rosa] Gabriella, come here.

- You made me come to Florida.

You made me leave all of

my friends and go to what?

This awful school with

all these horrible kids

and now you want me to

go back to New York?

Are you serious?

To sit in that courtroom.

That courtroom and just listen

to the worst day of my life, mama.

The worst day of my life.

I can't.

I can't sit.

I can't go back.

I can't go.

- [Rosa] It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

(soft music)

- I'm glad we're finally

alone 'cause I don't know.

There's just been

something I've been meaning

to talk to you about and.

I guess I just don't get it

how you never text me back

and like I wake up and

I wanna talk to you.

I wanna text you.

Like I wanna be with you and

I feel like you just don't

put in that same effort and I get it.

Like we're both busy, but like

we're always on our phones,

and I feel like you can

take one short minute

out of your day to text me back

just to let me know that

like you still care about me

and we're still together

and this is still a thing.

Now that we're here finally alone,

I just thought I would let it out

that this has been bothering me.

Yeah.

Danny.

Hi, did you even just hear a word--

- I can't do this anymore.

(machine beeping)

- What?

- Your hair, your friends, your phone.

Your life.

I feel like I'm living in

a start some drama video

where it's all about how many

people like our photographs

and how we look together.

None of it's real, Shauna.

None of it.

- Thanks for driving me home.

- Now I know where you live.

It's nice.

- Yeah.

My dad said he's getting a bigger house

when he gets this account or something.

Wanna come in and have

a drink or something?

- Yeah.

- Austin.

Austin, I'm home.

- Playing video game.

- Thanks.

- [Austin] Shoot.

- Did you talk to mom?

- Yeah.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Well, this is Robert.

If you need anything, let me know.

- Hey, where's your room?

- It's back there.

- Can I see it?

- It's kind of messy.

- It's okay.

- Okay.

So this is it.

Nothing special.

- I like it.

It's very girly.

- Yeah.

I actually haven't redecorated it