First and Last (2018) s01e02 Episode Script

Fuck your armband count, bitch.
I’m ‘bout to get out! When I get out, the first thing What’d the officer say? You know.
I’mma get fucked up when I get out, shorty.
I’m gonna be lit as fuck when I get out I love smoking weed.
I just always smoke that shit in my car, and that’s what fucks me up.
Gwinnett is just so hot, they’ll lock you up for anything.
You gon’ be in here doin’ some time for some bullshit.
You gonna be sad when I leave? I’ll call you, though.
I’m going to call you.
You have to come to the east side, ‘cause I’m not comin’ nowhere in Gwinnett.
Like, at all.
 Like, I’m not tryin’ to get locked back up.
Um, this year I was driving, got stopped in Gwinnett, and they found, like, a little bit of marijuana residue in my, um, car, and they just gave me a ticket, less than an ounce.
'Cause I went to court for that, and whatever, and they put me on probation.
And then, um, a couple months later, um, I got another charge of 0,5 of marijuana in my car.
The judge seen it.
He seen everything and he was like, "180 days.
" So, that's how I'm here.
When I first got into the actual population of jail, I was like, ain’t no way in hell these niggas finna institutionalize me.
That shit's dead as fuck, you know what I’m sayin’? It became like a game to me, you know what I’m sayin’? I’m always gon’ win at the end.
Like, you cannot get the best of me.
My freedom is in here.
You want some of this coffee? You know I use Sweet’N Low because I’m trying to watch my figure.
Girl, you look beautiful how you is, shorty.
No, you a little sexy lil’ chocolate.
If you don’t get yo' ass You all right, nigga.
I know.
I’m more than all right.
I’m smooth wit' I'm smooth wit' the shit.
Yeah.
I’m a playa, shorty, you feel me? I am smooth as hell wit’ the shit.
What's up, baby? I know you love me.
You want autograph? What's up? Jail is not what I thought it was gon’ be.
Like, this shit was low-key lit as fuck.
Yo, where the ho's at? Ooh! Indian.
Hola, mami.
ÿCómo estás? Lotta girls.
Lotta, lotta girls.
 And there was just the thrill of getting caught.
Like, that shit was funny as fuck.
You wanna keep it down, Lucas.
Who, me? All right.
Getting out? Yeah, I’m getting out.
I’ll be drunk as hell when I go to church.
Really? You starting out like that? Look, we might go just get a drink together one day.
I’m serious.
Be yourself.
All right? The minute I feel like you’re disruptive, it's over.
That bitch so fine.
Jesus Christ.
That bitch.
What's that now? I don’t know, but that bitch is so fine.
I might marry that bitch.
I don’t even fuck with the police.
But, shit She already fine as fuck, but then her attitude This looks like Dexter’s laboratory.
That's right, don’t worry about that.
You've been here before? - No.
This is Gwinnett County, right? - Yes.
You’ve never been here before? Do you have any tattoos? No? All right, turn around face the wall.
Do you have anything that’ll stick me or hurt me? No.
Except for these bracelets.
- And I’m going commando, too, just so - I don’t plan on pulling your pants off.
I wanna give a shout-out to all my homies and friends.
Definitely not my daughter, because this is very embarrassing.
But, to my boyfriend, it’s so over.
Turn around and face me.
Take your shoes off, hand them to me.
My boyfriend punched me in the eye and in the mouth.
And I got locked up.
I need your left hand, first two fingers, place it on the green screen.
I kicked him back, and I hit him back.
Police didn’t see what he did to me.
They just saw me trying to defend myself.
I’ll always love him.
He was my boyfriend since I was 18 years old.
But not after this.
Can I file charges? You can.
- You just have to - I’d like to do that.
You’ll just have to wait till you’re not here anymore.
I feel betrayed, I feel abandoned.
I feel pissed off.
I was still drunk, and he done had me locked up.
I don't think that that's fair.
Anyway, I’m single.
So, who’s available? Arms over your head like this.
Strike a pose.
Hey, have a seat.
Hey, you gotta make kicks whenever you can.
I got lemons, I’m makin’ lemonade.
Look at you.
You're goin' home.
Can’t wait.
So ready to look back fuckin’ gorgeous.
The hair on my face, my fuckin’ haircut This shit is just depressing.
Thank God I’m gettin’ the fuck out of here.
I've been here for 30 days.
It’s had more downs than it’s had its ups.
I’m going home to Charlotte, North Carolina, and I’m not looking back.
It was actually last year that I had got in trouble with the law.
Um October 15th, my birthday.
My friends, they were just like, “Come outta town with us.
” We had got pulled over, and the police officer smelled weed in the car.
I tried to eat it.
I couldn’t find it in time.
And that’s how my probation has started.
I failed a drug screening and, um I'm here.
I’m writing my last day here, I I never thought this day would happen.
It seemed so damn far.
Don’t come back to Gwinnett County when you get up outta here, bro.
Trust me, I’m never looking back.
The day that they sentenced me, I was in disbelief.
But I’ve dealt with so many hardships, I was just like, all right, well this is a piece of cake.
But I knew it wasn’t gonna be a piece of cake.
What you gon' do on your first day out? - First day out? - I’m gonna get my hair cut.
I’m going to hug and kiss my family, and and I kinda wanna say I wanna go shopping.
You thinking about shopping, but you ain’t thinking about no pussy? I mean, ‘cause I wanna be on a positive mind.
 That ain’t But that is positive.
That is positive.
That’s how you release the stress you have! - That’s a get outta jail tradition.
- No.
The first stop is poon-poon, ninety, ninety, ninety.
- What the fuck you mean? - Poon-poon.
That’s the first thing.
I don’t care about seeing no niggas.
Wow! A lot of the people here they’re very judgmental.
People think that they could say anything to me.
That I won’t stand up for myself.
I’ve had numerous occasions where I thought I was gonna have to fight.
- You was talking shit about me.
- When was I talking shit? I heard it and I seen it.
It’s like, ol’ feminine-ass dirty nigga, some shit.
You said that up underneath your breath.
I just don’t have that much respect for niggas that try to make me look bad in front of other niggas.
You wouldn't pat me in the street? If I hadn’t been in here for 30 days, we would've been thumped, that's on everything.
- We would've been thumping? - We would've been thumped.
Who's the help? Who's the help? He look like he throw shit like this.
He would have just rushed at me.
Uh-uh-uh-uh.
Nah.
People thought that they could just try me, I guess because I have, like, a soft voice, or whatever.
I just had to get over it.
Like, I had to get over, you know, a lot of things that I couldn’t control or change.
That’s why I’m so ready to get the fuck out of this motherfuckin’ jail.
These niggas is so lucky I have learned my lesson.
I have changed.
If not, I would have been in a box, and I wouldn’t have thought motherfuckin' twice.
I gotta hurry and get the fuck outta here, ‘cause I’mma really pap a nigga out.
I’m glad I just really controlled my emotions.
I didn’t wanna mess up my goals and my dreams, because I am a musician.
I never forget that.
Yeah, can you, like, go all the way up? - Uh-uh.
- Excuse me.
Some of us ain’t bathed in three days.
We don’t need to be doing that.
I was a superstar.
I used to go to, like, this famous school in New York, called Dance Studio of Harlem, and I had a scholarship for, like, 10 years.
Like, a full-blown scholarship.
‘Cause I was so good at it.
You know what, before this year came, I was Oh, my God.
Oh, my God Oh, my gosh! Good Morning America reporting I don’t even know what jail I’m in, so I can’t even do my proper morning introductions.
Where are we? You’re not sure where you are? Oh, no, I’m in Gwinnett, yeah.
That’s the name of it.
I’m in Gwinnett County.
I believe, yes.
Um, so I guess this is your first time in jail? In Georgia.
You know, unfortunately, third time’s a charm.
Look at camera one right here.
When you get in here it sucks.
That’s my lucky dollar.
The food here is disgusting.
My baloney fell on the floor right now.
But I picked it up right away.
I haven’t taken a shower since Friday.
They don’t even give bitches toothbrushes or soap.
 Damn.
I don’t even got a scrunchie no more.
 I had to make a scrunchie.
 Like, it’s awful.
I was doing ballet from the ages of, like, three to, like, 13.
Yeah! I took, like, hip-hop classes from, like, 13 to, like, 16.
And then, like, at 17, I started stripping.
- You started exotic dancing.
- I started dancing, yes.
At the age of 16, I was kicked out of my house.
My mom told me to pack my stuff and leave.
Now I’m 16 years old, in the street, four big-ass bookbags with three dollars in my pocket.
My father told me to figure it out.
I’m 16 years old.
You know what I had to do? I had to figure it the fuck out.
One of my friends gave me an opportunity.
You wanna cash some checks? That’s the life that I feel like I had to take.
‘Cause it’s like, if I don’t feed myself, who’s gonna feed me? I’m not gonna lie, when I was in high school, my friends used to steal, and I ain’t steal.
I’m like These bitches gon’ get caught, I’mma get I was bad as hell.
I’ve been in a lot of bad situations and I had did everything I can to get out of them in the most positive way that I could.
I’m a consistent fraud offender.
The first time I was incarcerated, I was in jail in Boston.
I did about 47 days.
And maybe I should have learned my lesson from there, but clearly I didn’t, because I got arrested last year um, in New Jersey, as well.
I travel a lot.
That’s how I ended up in Georgia.
When they arrested me, I was attempting to purchase a cellphone in somebody else’s name.
And now I’m here.
- I don't even have a bond.
- Why? ‘Cause my crime was so severe.
For the inmate, there might be charges that they don’t have a bond.
So, they would be told, at this point, you can’t get outta jail.
This is where you’re gonna be until you go in front of a judge and possibly get a bond.
I think I see a judge later.
I know I’m a flight risk.
I’m hoping that maybe I can get a bond.
All I have is patience in here.
‘Cause that’s all you have to have, is patience, because you’re not on your time no more.
Now I’m on the state’s time.
To be honest, if I was sober I probably wouldn’t have punched my boyfriend out.
I’m gonna have to calm down my drinking.
I think I’m gonna just stick to the weekends.
Damn, who has a brush? They should let you at least brush your hair before they done fuckin’ lock ya up.
Give you some lipstick, shit? No.
Look at this mugshot! This is ridiculous! Damn, somebody done took a shit.
Oh, my God.
Damn it, I’m goin’ bald.
Listen, I’m gonna be funny as shit until my buzz runs out.
Let’s do a twerk show.
Chavez.
Mendez.
Kessler.
Amaar.
McEntire.
My boyfriend, he was my high school sweetheart, when I was 18, and I rue the day I ever met him.
The police has been out numerous times for him beating me up.
And I’m sitting here locked up.
Why in the world are they sending me to jail? Ma’am? Stand in that yellow square.
Don’t lean on the counter, okay? These are your charges, okay? You’re being charged with a simple battery charge, and you also have a charge of false report of a crime.
Your bond is $2,600 dollars total, okay? What will happen if I cannot get bonded out? You will stay here and you go to first appearance court the next day.
- All right? - Okay.
It just sucks.
One of my charges is a false claim of a crime.
That’s not true.
 I called the police.
It was because we were both fighting.
So, how long does it take you to go to court and how many, like, how long could I be sittin’ here? I’ve been here 45 days.
What? You’ve been here 45 days? Oh, son of a bitch.
I’m depending on my boyfriend for the money, but I’m just wonderin’, like, is he even tryin’ to get me out? Hey.
Listen here, fuckin’ asshole.
You need to get me the fuck outta jail.
This is ridiculous.
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my gosh.
I’m actually going the fuck home.
Who woulda fuckin’ thought that this fuckin’ day would come? Like, the shit that was goin’ on in my mind I was writing letters to myself.
Tuesday, July 11th.
"Listen, Keith, what did you learn? Stop getting angry, never let anyone tell me how to live my life, and stack that bread.
" People used to always try to, like, tell me who I should be.
Oh, put some more bass in your voice, or or be more masculine.
And that’s when I was like, "No.
I’m not gonna live my life under the next person’s expectations of what I should be, or how I should sound or anything.
I’m gonna live my life the way that I want to.
And I actually like my voice, and I grew to love my voice.
Before I got locked up, I was Miss Popular, right? I had everything in college.
Like, I got a car, a job.
I was living the life.
Look at me now.
I’m in jail right now.
I'm knocked down.
I don’t have no job.
I’m not in school right now.
Failed all my finals.
That shit crazy, just how everything can just turn around so fast.
Fuck, bro.
Like, I need to change my life around.
Like I’m really scared as fuck.
- Torelinio? - Tolentino.
Yeah.
Step up here.
- What’s holdin’ your hair up? - My hair.
Your hair? I see a string in there.
- Do you have a string in there? - A piece of string.
- Take it out.
- I have to take it out? This is a duplicate.
 This is just our copy and that’s your copy.
[male sheriff Take your money receipt and your property receipt.
Attitude.
Let me tell you something.
Well, you’re a fuckin’ whack-ass, nasty-ass fuckin’ correctional officer.
All of you guys have miserable lives, and was bullied when they was young.
So, they gonna come in here and try to disturb the peace of the people that’s already disturbed.
Nothing irks me like a person that thinks that they better than somebody because they got somethin’.
Like, that fuckin’ badge don’t mean shit after 10 o’clock.
After 10 o’clock, you're a regular person like I am.
You think a person learns from being in jail? You know what you get from being in here? You turn cold.
And it just hurts.
Based on the fact you’re here, you don’t have no more rights.
Places like this don’t see the light in you.
They just see you, you’re a criminal.
I don't want to fall into this trap.
All I pray for is that somebody sees my light.
All right, I’ll need your key tag.
Anything else in your pocket? Um, no.
On our scheduled releases, that particular inmate might be told at two or three in the morning to wake up.
The deputy will call that inmate down, tell them to pack all of their belongings, and they’re going ATW, which means “all the way out”.
Now they’re escorted from their housing unit to a release area, which is adjacent to the admissions area.
Right back where they started.
So, it’s a circle of life, almost.
I had to sit in here for a long time.
I never thought I would be going home.
Make a right.
You’re gonna make a left at that hallway then another left.
I can see it.
I damn near smell it.
It’s hours away.
- There you go.
- Okay.
Take a right down the hallway.
Thank you.
It's my birthday.
Have a seat right there for me.
Is this your first arrest, or have you been arrested before? I’ve been arrested before.
- It’s not my first rodeo.
- Okay.
Have you ever been arrested for kidnapping, murder, or sex offenses? - No.
- Okay.
- Do you drink alcohol? - Mm-hm.
I’m an alcoholic.
When was the last time you drank alcohol? Let’s see.
When did y’all lock me up? And how much do you drink? Ten beers a day.
Five days a week.
I drink ‘cause I’m an alcoholic, but I don’t have to wake up and drink, and drink all through the day.
My boyfriend drinks from the time he wakes up till the time he goes to sleep.
I’m like, why can’t you wait till a certain time? He says, "It’s five o’clock somewhere.
" How much alcohol did you drink today? - Nine beers.
- Nine beers? Thank you.
When I’m drinkin’ and he’s drinkin’, always there's gonna be a fight.
I’ve been puttin’ him back and forth in jail, and now I’m goin’ to jail.
I saw a judge and I didn’t get no bond.
I told myself, this was the last time that I would do this.
Like, literally, this was gonna be my last trick for life.
And I know, this time I’m gonna have to, like, face time.
Time for you to wake up.
Get up.
I just wanna be able to have a life after this, you know? All right, step over here.
I need your left wrist.
I’m, like scared to death, because I’m afraid I’m gonna be in here forever.
We’ll fingerprint you, get you to sign your fingerprint cards, and then get you dressed in.
If I didn’t have that boyfriend, I would probably I’d be sittin’ in here for a long time.
I still have that glimmer of hope that he's going to bail me out.
All right, ladies.
This is the final phase of your property room dress-in process.
You’ll get undressed, everything is gonna go into clear bags.
Then you go in the shower.
The dress-in process happens when the inmate hasn’t been able to bond out.
It’s one of the most humbling experiences an inmate can endure.
Before they can go back to our general population, we have to remove the outside world.
And that is removing all their outside clothing, and placing them in our issued county clothing.
It’s the transitioning of knowing that I’m not going home, and now I’ll be formally a resident of the Gwinnett County Jail.
- Go in.
- Okay.
- Spread your legs.
- Sorry.
When I get out, I’m seeing my cousin.
Matter of fact, my cousin’s is gonna be the first house that I stop at.
Get dressed.
Make sure it's all there.
Honestly, me talkin’ to him on the phone, like, he is so disappointed, so disappointed, because he told me.
He said, "Yo, stop smoking in your car.
Like, you We live in, like, you’re in Gwinnett.
Like, you can’t the shit you do on the east side you cannot bring that shit here.
They gon’ lock your ass up.
" - I should've just listened to my cousin.
- Take that downstairs.
That shit gon’ be like me talkin’ to God for Judgment Day.
‘Sup, bro? Oh, you got a beard now.
Check that, bruh.
Yeah, I'm gonna call, like, your cousin.
I’m on my way to the house, yeah.
This nigga is gonna be mad as fuck.
Say goodbye to your home, Tyna.
Fuck you, niggas! Yeah! Fuck you, motherfuckers! I just got away! Dang, still know how to get to cousin Lawrence's house! I’m not ringin’ that doorbell.
I’m scared as fuck.
Before I do, let me finish smokin’ this black.
Jesus Christ, yo, this shit, I’m scared as fuck, like I’m goin’ to grandma's house.
Yeah.
'Sup, bro? - This is my favorite cousin right here.
- Good morning.
You smell like weed.
I am sorry.
Hey, yo! Oh, no, we just gon’ talk right here.
All jokes aside, you just wasted three months.
Now, watch how your struggle really starts 'cause your job search is fucked.
You gotta keep your car on the road, roof over your head, all that shit, so What? I’m always telling you shit can go wrong easy.
Real easy.
You just spent three months somewhere for nothing.
Little bit of weed? Um Absolutely nothing.
All right, cuz.
- Love you, man.
- All right, homie.
I’d rather him be pissed off or angry at me, but he’s just so disappointed.
It makes me feel bad.
I don’t wanna disappoint him, in any type of way.
Turn the noise down.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Hey, they’re releasing me.
We all coming to pick you up.
Well, that’s good.
Just all I ask for you and your safety, do not come down here with any contraband.
Imma drive as safe as possible, and you pray to God these bitches don’t pull me over on the way up.
- Please, just be safe.
- Okay.
Buchanan.
Carry your bin for me.
All right, head that way.
Don’t open this up until you get downstairs.
Here's a bag for the rest of your stuff.
I’m just so proud of myself.
I made it.
Give me one second.
This shit seems, like, unreal.
This shit seems like Christmas Day.
Oh, my gosh, I'm going home.
I don’t wanna cry.
Never thought this fuckin’ moment would fuckin’ happen.
Definitely not puttin’ my mouth on this.
Oh, Lord, there she go! They had you stone cold, sugar.
My phone! Oh, look at the moon.
I have not seen the moon in so long.
It's a crescent.
Oh, my gosh! I'm free.
The crickets.
I hear crickets.
You’ll never see me again.
It’s a privilege having me in this motherfucker.
Fuck you, then.
Is this Lasia? No, that's not Lasia.
Fuck.
Lasia, please be okay.
I’m cold.
- Keys to our apartment.
- Right.
A welcome home party.
At least we don’t have a metal cold toilet and metal cold sink.
It looks like a little, um, studio apartment in the Bronx.
Right, that’s exactly what we have right now.
I haven’t called my family.
They don’t know I’m here.
I don’t wanna explain how I got here.
When you experience things like this, you realize, like, you’re not only hurting yourself.
You're hurting everybody around you.
I know my grandmother is probably like, “Where is this girl?” Nothing I have done is worth it, is worth being here.
I just pray that I get a second chance.
I think I could have avoided a lotta situations.
I feel like I could’ve done a lotta things differently.
But I'm learning to to let go of things that I can't change.
I’m going to have a motherfucking story to tell when I get home.
Know what I'm saying? Who’s got a lit cigarette? You got a lit cigarette.
Can I butt-fuck ya? Tell you what, this is my first time in Gwinnett County.
Never again.
I’ve seen enough jail.
That’s it.
I want a lawn chair so I can lay out and get some damn sun.
I know, right? I’ll be layin’ out in my granny panties and my bra.
But I’m tryin’ to, like, mentally wrap my head around bein’ here, so I’ve already started my routine.
In my room, I’m doin’ this to do my cardio.
I kinda like being a little bit more clear-headed, and being in my right mind instead of fuzzy-headed all the time, where I should've made better decisions.
And alcohol just makes you make bad decisions.
Hello.
Why are you not answering my phone calls? Because I gotta pay for it.
Just pay for it.
Are you trying to get me out? I don’t have no money, Carlotta.
You gotta get me out of jail, baby.
Please, I’m counting on you to do this for me on Friday.
You’re not gonna get out and treat me like crap, are you? No! When you get out, me and you gotta have a talk.
About what? Just a talk.
It ain’t nothin’ bad.
You and I definitely do need to have a talk, but you need to bail me out.
Okay? I’ve kicked it in the woods with him, being homeless.
We’ve been evicted, I lost all my stuff.
And if he can’t waste one paycheck, to sacrifice like I’ve sacrificed, to get me outta jail, I'm going to be pissed.
So, I might be single.
But he can have a lonely life with his fuckin’ beer.
Good afternoon, reporting live from Gwinnett County.
I’ve been upstairs for about four days.
But I make a week in total tomorrow.
I’m just staying in my positive thoughts.
I talk to my God, I talk to my angels.
And I hope that they will put me in the right path after this.
"Dear Keith, it’s Wednesday, 12-something.
You're supposed to be asleep.
I just want you to know everything’ll be all right.
The pain you endure won’t compare to the joy that you’re gonna get.
Move the fuck on, baby boy.
I love you, be strong.
Mwah.
" And I wrote that to myself when I was, like, losing it.
And now it’s just like Aaagh! You know, it’s birds chirping, it’s like, good feeling, beautiful sight.
Ready to go home.
Yeah.
I’m gonna ask you to not start tearing into this until you get downstairs.
If something pops out, hits the floor, and rolls around, that’s not on us.
- Really? Ma'am? - My lips are chapped.
I’ve just had the worst week in my life.
Now I just wanna relax and calm down.
And the only thing that takes the edge off is a beer.
In jail, I tried to make it seem like it was all good, and bein’ the life of the party, but in reality, I was just broken.
I thought about a lotta things that I’ve been through, even in 226B, and I don’t wanna put myself in a situation like that ever again in my life.
So, I will not smoke marijuana ever again.
You never look nervous, man.
Me? A few things I gotta do when I get outta here.
Just not drink when I get out.
I don’t crave it in here.
Why should I crave it out there? I gotta quit drinkin’, smokin’ and get my shit straight! Am I shakin’ and jonesin’ for it? No.
I had one quart, this is my second.
There's no more after this.
One’s too many, a thousand ain’t enough.
Don’t piss me off ‘cause I ain’t in the mood! You cannot even imagine what I’ve been through.