Guard: Put it down!

Put it down!

Austin: No!

Announcer: Coming up... Guard: Hey!

Faith: Come on, come on, we need to go!

Announcer: ...home isn't always where the heart is.

Film School Shorts is made possible by a grant from Maurice Kanbar.

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Additional funding for "Abandon" was provided by... [ Footsteps approach ] Becka: Hey.

Everything okay in here?

Look, I know it can be kind of hard getting adjusted and getting used to everything, but you'll be okay.

And you can always talk to me.

[ Radio beeps ] Guard: Becka, pick up.

Becka: Sorry.

Just one second.

Yeah?

[ Radio beeps ] Guard: Hey, we got a fight again.

[ Sighs ] Becka: I already did my shift on the girls' floor today.

[ Radio beeps ] Guard: They need you upstairs.

Becka: Well, can somebody else cover it?

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

[ Radio beeps ] Guard: I don't know.

They let Maria go this morning.

We don't have anyone up there right now.

Becka: I'll right, I'll be up.

Let's talk later, okay?

[ Rattling ] [ Glass shatters ] Girl: Somebody!

Somebody, dude got hurt, dude got hurt!

Guard: Put it down!

Put it down!

Austin: No!

Guard: Put it down!

Put it down!

Put it down!

Stay down!

Put it down!

Austin: No!

No!

Guard: Stay down!

Don't make me hurt you!

Stay down!

Austin: No!

Guard: Stay down!

Austin: No!

No!

Guard: Stay down!

I don't want to hurt you!

Hell was you thinking?

[ Austin crying ] Guard: Stay down!

Hell was you thinking?!

[ Crying continues ] [ Indistinct conversations ] Teacher: All right, well, I'm sorry, but I cannot get this to work.

But today's presentation was going to be about public transportation and kind of the dos and don'ts of that.

Something that I would say, it's a good idea to have your change counted out and in your hand before you get on the bus.

Faith: Like we don't know that.

Keisha: Bitch, you calling me dumb?

Students: Ooh!

Teacher: Girls, come on.

Faith: Bitch!

Keisha: What's your issue, bitch?

Sit your ass down!

Students: Fight!

Fight!

Fight!

Fight!

Fight!

Fight!

Fight!

Guard: Get back!

Everyone, get back!

Keisha: Let me go!

Teacher: Call down, seriously.

Okay, everyone just needs to just take a deep breath and calm down, okay, please?

Okay, thank you.

All right, guys, seriously, no more fighting, okay?

Please, can we just, like, get through this one day with no more fight-- [ Ball bouncing ] Boy: He said, "Never cross me again."

Said it right to my face.

That wasn't the end of it, bro.

Said he ratted someone out, too.

[ Airplane engines roaring ] Faith: You play good.

Boy: I know.

Faith: Got a girlfriend?

Boy: Ain't you 9?

Faith: Some kind of faggot?

[ Laughter ] Boy: I ain't messing with Keisha for your scrawny ass.

Faith: See, that's why I don't play with boys.

Got a job, a car?

What you really got to offer?

[ Water running ] [ Indistinct conversations ] You don't like pickles?

They're, like, the best part, you know.

Don't you talk?

Austin: When I have something to say.

Faith: See, that's why you sit alone.

Austin: Apparently, I don't no more.

Faith: You'd be bored as [bleep] right now if I didn't sit down.

How'd you get that?

Austin: Probably the same way you got that.

Faith: [ Chuckles ] You lost a fight to a girl?

Well, you have now.

You coming tonight?

Don't front.

A few of us are sneaking out, going to a park, going to get [bleep] and have some fun.

You want in?

[ Water running ] [ Water shuts off ] [ Door opens ] [ Door closes ] Austin: Hey.

Can I get my comic back?

Boy: We had a deal.

Austin: My brother gave it to me.

Boy: And you gave it to me.

Boy #2: We need some hustle, fam, let's go.

[ Door closes ] [ Children shouting in distance ] Faith: You ready?

Austin: What about that?

Faith: [ Scoffs ] You think they check the cameras?

Come on, let's go.

Okay.

Let's see...

Damn it!

Fixed it.

We're just going to have to climb over, I guess.

Guard: Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Faith: We got to climb.

Let's go, let's go!

Guard: Hey!

Faith: Okay.

Guard: Hey, stop!

Faith: Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Go, go!

Guard: Hey!

Faith: Come on, come on, we need to go!

I left my bag!

Austin: It's too late!

Forget it!

♪♪ And you're sure this is the right way?

Faith: Yes, I'm sure.

Just go.

♪♪ [ Horn blares ] [ Scoffs ] ♪♪ Austin: Don't do that.

Faith: This place is boring.

I would never live here.

[ Sighs ] Why are you such a goodie-goodie?

You don't do anything bad.

[ Siren wails ] Austin: They looking for us?

Faith: They know we don't belong here.

One more reason I can't wait to get out.

Austin: How you going to do that?

Faith: I know a guy with an RV.

You know, cars on wheels?

Travels all over.

Says he may take me with him.

Come on.

Boy: Hey, sir?

Got some money?

Why won't you look at me?

Boy: You guys got beer money?

Boy: Got to shake the next nice that comes through.

You down?

Sweeter she look, the more money we get.

Faith: I'll do it.

Austin: Nah.

I'll do it.

Boy: Fine.

Do it, then.

[ Dog barking in distance ] [ Engine revving ] Woman: [ Screams ] [ Tires screech ] [ Austin groaning ] Oh!

God, are you all right?!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my dear God!

Please tell me you're all right!

Boy: Hey, bitch, you just hit my boy!

[ Baby crying ] Woman: He jumped out in front of me!

I didn't mean it!

Oh!

Oh, God!

[ Indistinct shouting ] Boy: Pay us!

[ Crying continues ] Austin: [ Groaning ] [ Indistinct shouting ] Woman: No, don't hurt my baby!

I don't have any more!

That's all I have!

I'm not lying to you!

[ Crying continues ] I don't have any money!

That's all I have!

[ Crying continues ] Austin: [ Groans ] It's fine!

Get going!

[ Groans ] Boy: She ain't paid.

Austin: I said it's my fault!

Get out of here!

Faith: No!

Austin: [ Groans ] [ Engine revs ] Boy: You think you're better than us, right?

We all dealing with the same [bleep] And not one of us gave up.

Except you.

[ Austin whimpering ] Couldn't even do that right.

[ Austin crying ] Should leave that [bleep] [ Austin crying ] [ Rap music playing in distance ] Faith: What?

You don't have to hang out with him.

What'd you come here for?

You don't drink, you don't talk.

Austin: I don't know.

Faith: Is it 'cause of me?

You know, you ain't got to like it, but right now, we're as much family as you're going to get.

So, take it or leave it, but it ain't getting any better than this.

[ Music continues ] ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversation ] [ Laughter ] ♪♪ [ Glass shatters ] ♪♪ [ Dog barking in distance ] ♪♪ [ Faith screams ] Faith: Help me, please, help!

Faith: Help!

Austin: Faith?

Faith: Help!

Austin: Faith?!

Faith: Help me!

Austin: Faith?!

Faith: Help me!

Austin: [ Groaning ] Faith?!

Faith?!

Faith?!

Man: Hey!

Hey, what's going on?!

[ Faith crying ] Austin: Faith?!

Man: Huh?

Austin: Faith?

Faith: Help me!

[ Glass shatters ] Man: Hey, she's not here!

Faith: Help me!

Man: It's not my fault!

[ Faith screams ] She came here!

She came here herself!

Austin: Where else she got to go?!

♪♪ [ Birds chirping ] ♪♪ [ Bus approaching ] [ Brakes hiss ] Driver: It's $1.25.

Okay, go ahead.

[ Beeping ] ♪♪ possible by a grant from Maurice Kanbar.

Celebrating the vitality and power of the moving image.

Additional funding for "Abandon" was provided by... ♪♪