It's Bruno! (2019) s01e02 Episode Script
Sh*t and Run
1 [woman sighing.]
I tell you, Nancy, I ain't never seenÃÂ nobody so rude.
Here I am, trying to beÃÂ nice to the guy.
Complimented his dog.
Showed him some love, and what does he do in return? He pet my Kay Kay like an animal.
Perhaps he was making the point that he values his dog as much as you valueÃÂ your granddaughter.
Well, they're not the same.
To each his own.
He pet my Kay Kay's face.
Put his hands on her.
That is not right.
I agree.
You know, they say he don't even work.
Lives off some settlement money or something like that.
This generation will never knowÃÂ the true meaning of "work" anyway, but he He sounds no good.
He is no good.
I tell you.
A real piece of sh [Malcolm.]
Somebody new on the block is letting their dog shit all over the place and not picking it up.
Bruno! Bruno! Bruno! Yes, Bruno! - [squawking.]
- [man 1.]
I'll feed you in a little while.
[door chiming.]
Hey, it's the main man, Malcolm.
How you doing? What's up, fellas? Got a question for y'all.
What's up? What up? Have you seen anybody with a dog, letting it take a shit outside and not cleaning up after it? You know, a shit and run? [man 2.]
No, I ain't seen nothing, man.
How am I supposed to see a dog taking a shit from here? It's impossible.
What about inside the store? You see anybody taking a shit in here? [man 2.]
Hell no! They can't do that stuff up in here.
We handle that shit right away.
[man 1.]
We'd break their motherfucking legs.
And that's for real.
Fucking love this guy.
All right.
Keep an eye out for me,ÃÂ all right? - Of course.
- [man 2.]
I got you.
[man 1.]
Hello! Fine products.
You've got two for one - [Malcolm.]
Yo, what's up, y'all? - [boys.]
What's up? I've got a question I need you to think very serious about.
What's up? You seen anybody with a dog letting them take a shit, not cleaning up after it? You know a shit and run? It depends on what type of shit you talking about.
- Some little type of shit? - Or some big type of shit? 'Cause me? I see a lot of shit.
I'm talking about some dog shit.
- Nah.
- I ain't seen no on-curb dog shit.
Well, keep a lookout for me,ÃÂ all right? Aight! And if you wonder what incentiveÃÂ you have, just know them pretty little JordansÃÂ you got on, Timbs, whatever those are Victims.
All victims to dog shit.
There's no shoe safe.
Word.
Hey! - Clean up after your dog, man.
- That's not my dog's shit.
I just saw it.
You saw this dog take that shit? Yeah.
There's the shit.
There's the dog.
Look at the size of that shit.
Look how big it is.
Get a good look at it.
Now look at my dog's ass.
Look how small the circumference is.
How could my dog have taken that shit? I look like the kindÃÂ of guy that looks at dog's asses to you? You're the kind who doesn'tÃÂ look where he's stepping.
This don't happen in white neighborhoods.
That's all I know.
- Clean that shit up! - It's not my dog's shit! [Malcolm.]
Hey, man.
Let me just get these poop bagsÃÂ right here.
Ah, actually, Malcolm, instead of those you should go with these.
Biodegradable, deodorizing bags.
They're made out of materials derived from plants and vegetable oils, so they actually decompose along with the feces.
It also takes away the odor of it as soon as youÃÂ scoop it in there, so why don't you do your part for the environment, all the while avoiding a shitty smell? I love this guy.
He's like a freakingÃÂ encyclopedia.
All right.
I'll take 'em.
[man 1.]
So Any news on the shit and run? No, man.
I looked everywhere.
- I asked everybody.
Nothing.
- I just moved here.
[man 3.]
Yeah, yeah.
No, Minnesota's got nothing on this place.
Yeah.
No, way less snow.
Way less snow.
I mean, I haven't been here for a winterÃÂ yet, but Brooklyn! It sounds so gritty, right? "I'm from Brooklyn!" Yeah, you can't do that Brap, brap! Nah, it's like a rap thing.
Yeah.
I think it's like a gun sound.
I don't know.
Hold on one second.
Is this organic? Of course.
Cool.
How you living? [man 2.]
Good.
[Malcolm.]
Look at this fool here.
Just moved in and thinksÃÂ he's from the neighborhood with his naked leash! Where's he keep the dog bags? Could this be the culprit? Brap! With his rolled-up jeans and floral shirt, yelling, "Brooklyn!" and "Bushwick!" like the guy's from here.
Poor greyhound.
Let's investigate.
- See you later, bros.
- [man 1.]
Enjoy! [hipster.]
Yeah.
This is where Spike Lee did all those movies.
No, I don't know anything about computers, so I would have to find like a developer.
[hipster laughing.]
I told her if she wanted to be in the band, she has to lose weight.
Good boy.
Hey! Shit and runner! [panting.]
I've never seen anything that fast.
I don't know how we're gonna catch him.
What do you think? [whining.]
You're tired.
I understand.
I'm gonna have to find out where he lives.
I'm gonna have to do something.
I'm gonna get to the bottom of this shit.
[whining.]
[man.]
Bro, I think you're obsessing over this.
Obsessing? Nelson, some hipster comes to my neighborhood, our neighborhood, and lets his dog shit all over the place.
I'm supposed to let that be? I didn't say you were supposed to be okayÃÂ with it.
All I'm saying isÃÂ you can walk around it.
There's some worse things on the street than some dog caca.
Are you sure it belongs to a dog? What? I mean, this could be like a human shit.
I've seen a person caca on the streetÃÂ before.
- Yeah, me too.
- No, man.
It's not a human's shit.
I saw it fall out of the dog's ass.
Chris, I can't talk to you with that dogÃÂ humping your leg, man.
[Chris.]
Oh.
Yeah, it's fine.
He'll get tired soon.
You have to resist.
Otherwise, it's gonna think you like it.
I don't wanna anger him.
[Nelson.]
Chris, you can't let him dominate youÃÂ like that.
You've gotta resist.
Macho, stop it! He doesn't do thatÃÂ when I say it.
It's 'cause you say it with no authority.
Macho, come here! I've gotta catch this guy.
He's one of these new hipsters moving in, gentrifying and dog-shitting the whole neighborhood.
I asked friends.
Nobody knows him.
Maybe you can't ask friends.
Well, I asked strangers too.
[Nelson.]
Not strangers.
Enemies.
Yeah, that's it.
[laughs.]
[Nelson coughing.]
You talking 'bout that dude on 130ÃÂ Evergreen with that little bitch-ass greyhound shitting all over the place? Wait.
You know who's been doing the shit and runs in the neighborhood? Do I know? I know everything that happensÃÂ on this block.
I've been asking everybody on the block.
Nobody knows nothing.
You knew this whole time.
- You could've told me.
- Why the hell would I tell you? You hit me with a stick.
You got me all bruised up.
- My back hurt.
I've got scoliosis.
- So you know him.
What happened? Tell me.
Man, you're not gonna believe what I had to do to get these shoes right here, man.
These right here? These the PSNY Air Force 1s.
Everybody on the block know these are the flyest shoes out.
[man.]
So I'm admiring 'em, and boom! All of a sudden, the sturdy ground got real mushy, like some mashed potatoes or something.
But everybody on the block knows ain't no fucking mashed potatoes in these Brooklyn streets.
Just dog shit.
So I look out the corner of my eye, and I see this hipster's dog finishing a dump! So I rolled up on him [shouting.]
He dipped off on me.
Real quick, likeÃÂ a track star.
See this calfÃÂ muscle right here, man? Ran track, '98 to 2000.
Penn Relays and allÃÂ of that.
So I go after him with one shoe on, but I can't really catch up to him, but everybody on the block saw that I was jogging after him, though.
[Malcolm.]
Wait a minute.
Why were you chasing himÃÂ with one shoe on? You could've put on the other shoe and maybe caught him.
[man.]
When you step in dog shit, you gotta catch it on the first step.
Otherwise, every step you take after that gets into the crevice of the shoe.
Man, everybody on the block knows that.
So anyways, I follow him to where he lives.
And when I get there, I take a pissÃÂ on his building.
Everybody on the block saw meÃÂ take a piss on that building.
Ew! - Perfect.
You know where he lives.
- Hell, yeah, I do.
- Okay, so you can take me there.
- Give me $20.
- No.
- All right.
Let's do it.
Hey.
Yeah.
[theme music playing.]
I tell you, Nancy, I ain't never seenÃÂ nobody so rude.
Here I am, trying to beÃÂ nice to the guy.
Complimented his dog.
Showed him some love, and what does he do in return? He pet my Kay Kay like an animal.
Perhaps he was making the point that he values his dog as much as you valueÃÂ your granddaughter.
Well, they're not the same.
To each his own.
He pet my Kay Kay's face.
Put his hands on her.
That is not right.
I agree.
You know, they say he don't even work.
Lives off some settlement money or something like that.
This generation will never knowÃÂ the true meaning of "work" anyway, but he He sounds no good.
He is no good.
I tell you.
A real piece of sh [Malcolm.]
Somebody new on the block is letting their dog shit all over the place and not picking it up.
Bruno! Bruno! Bruno! Yes, Bruno! - [squawking.]
- [man 1.]
I'll feed you in a little while.
[door chiming.]
Hey, it's the main man, Malcolm.
How you doing? What's up, fellas? Got a question for y'all.
What's up? What up? Have you seen anybody with a dog, letting it take a shit outside and not cleaning up after it? You know, a shit and run? [man 2.]
No, I ain't seen nothing, man.
How am I supposed to see a dog taking a shit from here? It's impossible.
What about inside the store? You see anybody taking a shit in here? [man 2.]
Hell no! They can't do that stuff up in here.
We handle that shit right away.
[man 1.]
We'd break their motherfucking legs.
And that's for real.
Fucking love this guy.
All right.
Keep an eye out for me,ÃÂ all right? - Of course.
- [man 2.]
I got you.
[man 1.]
Hello! Fine products.
You've got two for one - [Malcolm.]
Yo, what's up, y'all? - [boys.]
What's up? I've got a question I need you to think very serious about.
What's up? You seen anybody with a dog letting them take a shit, not cleaning up after it? You know a shit and run? It depends on what type of shit you talking about.
- Some little type of shit? - Or some big type of shit? 'Cause me? I see a lot of shit.
I'm talking about some dog shit.
- Nah.
- I ain't seen no on-curb dog shit.
Well, keep a lookout for me,ÃÂ all right? Aight! And if you wonder what incentiveÃÂ you have, just know them pretty little JordansÃÂ you got on, Timbs, whatever those are Victims.
All victims to dog shit.
There's no shoe safe.
Word.
Hey! - Clean up after your dog, man.
- That's not my dog's shit.
I just saw it.
You saw this dog take that shit? Yeah.
There's the shit.
There's the dog.
Look at the size of that shit.
Look how big it is.
Get a good look at it.
Now look at my dog's ass.
Look how small the circumference is.
How could my dog have taken that shit? I look like the kindÃÂ of guy that looks at dog's asses to you? You're the kind who doesn'tÃÂ look where he's stepping.
This don't happen in white neighborhoods.
That's all I know.
- Clean that shit up! - It's not my dog's shit! [Malcolm.]
Hey, man.
Let me just get these poop bagsÃÂ right here.
Ah, actually, Malcolm, instead of those you should go with these.
Biodegradable, deodorizing bags.
They're made out of materials derived from plants and vegetable oils, so they actually decompose along with the feces.
It also takes away the odor of it as soon as youÃÂ scoop it in there, so why don't you do your part for the environment, all the while avoiding a shitty smell? I love this guy.
He's like a freakingÃÂ encyclopedia.
All right.
I'll take 'em.
[man 1.]
So Any news on the shit and run? No, man.
I looked everywhere.
- I asked everybody.
Nothing.
- I just moved here.
[man 3.]
Yeah, yeah.
No, Minnesota's got nothing on this place.
Yeah.
No, way less snow.
Way less snow.
I mean, I haven't been here for a winterÃÂ yet, but Brooklyn! It sounds so gritty, right? "I'm from Brooklyn!" Yeah, you can't do that Brap, brap! Nah, it's like a rap thing.
Yeah.
I think it's like a gun sound.
I don't know.
Hold on one second.
Is this organic? Of course.
Cool.
How you living? [man 2.]
Good.
[Malcolm.]
Look at this fool here.
Just moved in and thinksÃÂ he's from the neighborhood with his naked leash! Where's he keep the dog bags? Could this be the culprit? Brap! With his rolled-up jeans and floral shirt, yelling, "Brooklyn!" and "Bushwick!" like the guy's from here.
Poor greyhound.
Let's investigate.
- See you later, bros.
- [man 1.]
Enjoy! [hipster.]
Yeah.
This is where Spike Lee did all those movies.
No, I don't know anything about computers, so I would have to find like a developer.
[hipster laughing.]
I told her if she wanted to be in the band, she has to lose weight.
Good boy.
Hey! Shit and runner! [panting.]
I've never seen anything that fast.
I don't know how we're gonna catch him.
What do you think? [whining.]
You're tired.
I understand.
I'm gonna have to find out where he lives.
I'm gonna have to do something.
I'm gonna get to the bottom of this shit.
[whining.]
[man.]
Bro, I think you're obsessing over this.
Obsessing? Nelson, some hipster comes to my neighborhood, our neighborhood, and lets his dog shit all over the place.
I'm supposed to let that be? I didn't say you were supposed to be okayÃÂ with it.
All I'm saying isÃÂ you can walk around it.
There's some worse things on the street than some dog caca.
Are you sure it belongs to a dog? What? I mean, this could be like a human shit.
I've seen a person caca on the streetÃÂ before.
- Yeah, me too.
- No, man.
It's not a human's shit.
I saw it fall out of the dog's ass.
Chris, I can't talk to you with that dogÃÂ humping your leg, man.
[Chris.]
Oh.
Yeah, it's fine.
He'll get tired soon.
You have to resist.
Otherwise, it's gonna think you like it.
I don't wanna anger him.
[Nelson.]
Chris, you can't let him dominate youÃÂ like that.
You've gotta resist.
Macho, stop it! He doesn't do thatÃÂ when I say it.
It's 'cause you say it with no authority.
Macho, come here! I've gotta catch this guy.
He's one of these new hipsters moving in, gentrifying and dog-shitting the whole neighborhood.
I asked friends.
Nobody knows him.
Maybe you can't ask friends.
Well, I asked strangers too.
[Nelson.]
Not strangers.
Enemies.
Yeah, that's it.
[laughs.]
[Nelson coughing.]
You talking 'bout that dude on 130ÃÂ Evergreen with that little bitch-ass greyhound shitting all over the place? Wait.
You know who's been doing the shit and runs in the neighborhood? Do I know? I know everything that happensÃÂ on this block.
I've been asking everybody on the block.
Nobody knows nothing.
You knew this whole time.
- You could've told me.
- Why the hell would I tell you? You hit me with a stick.
You got me all bruised up.
- My back hurt.
I've got scoliosis.
- So you know him.
What happened? Tell me.
Man, you're not gonna believe what I had to do to get these shoes right here, man.
These right here? These the PSNY Air Force 1s.
Everybody on the block know these are the flyest shoes out.
[man.]
So I'm admiring 'em, and boom! All of a sudden, the sturdy ground got real mushy, like some mashed potatoes or something.
But everybody on the block knows ain't no fucking mashed potatoes in these Brooklyn streets.
Just dog shit.
So I look out the corner of my eye, and I see this hipster's dog finishing a dump! So I rolled up on him [shouting.]
He dipped off on me.
Real quick, likeÃÂ a track star.
See this calfÃÂ muscle right here, man? Ran track, '98 to 2000.
Penn Relays and allÃÂ of that.
So I go after him with one shoe on, but I can't really catch up to him, but everybody on the block saw that I was jogging after him, though.
[Malcolm.]
Wait a minute.
Why were you chasing himÃÂ with one shoe on? You could've put on the other shoe and maybe caught him.
[man.]
When you step in dog shit, you gotta catch it on the first step.
Otherwise, every step you take after that gets into the crevice of the shoe.
Man, everybody on the block knows that.
So anyways, I follow him to where he lives.
And when I get there, I take a pissÃÂ on his building.
Everybody on the block saw meÃÂ take a piss on that building.
Ew! - Perfect.
You know where he lives.
- Hell, yeah, I do.
- Okay, so you can take me there.
- Give me $20.
- No.
- All right.
Let's do it.
Hey.
Yeah.
[theme music playing.]