Crash s01e06 Episode Script

Announcer: Previously on ''Crash.
'' Hi.
Who are you? l'm Sean Adams, the architect.
Hope you don't mind, l brought my son Charles.
- Charles.
- Nice to meet you too.
You know, my daughter Megan's in the kitchen watching TV.
Maybe you could join her there.
l like him.
He's an artist.
He talks to me.
Why are you hiding it? You want a divorce.
l need your help.
They're gonna kill me.
You still have the rainy-day money set aside? l'll get some help this time, l promise.
l'm so sick of your fuckin' promises.
- That's it? - l've given you what l have.
Oh, man.
What he just did, we put that on a track He's gonna blow up overnight.
- That's an overnight success, man.
- l want the master now.
Get Mr.
Cendars the master so they can get out of here.
Have you ever found anyone dead in your house? - No.
- Ben: Sebastian didn't kill himself.
He died trying to save my life.
You attract damaged souls.
l am the Grim Reaper.
Anthony, you're a good man.
l don't want to kill you.
You're fired.
Now give me the keys.
( theme music playing ) ( sighs ) Ben? Ben, you around? ( pots clattering ) ( faucet running ) l told you to stay away.
This is the valley of death.
Then you should fear no evil.
l am evil.
No, you're not.
Just-- just having a bad time.
l liked the doctor too.
l guess.
But you can't spend the rest of your life like this hiding in the dark.
You think l should put on a happy face and forget my blues? Just hang in there like some lost kitten on some lame poster? Oh, l'm supposed to remember that today's the first day of my life.
lt's over, Anthony.
l'm done.
The doctor's death heralded the grave land that is before me.
Listen, Ben, l hate to ask this and all, but l need my last few paychecks.
- What? - The past three.
l haven't been paid and l was hoping for maybe a severance.
Handouts.
Black folks are always looking for handouts.
Do you see the Chinese or the Japanese asking for anything like that? Or the Latinos? They're hard workers.
Hell, the Vietnamese we fought for decades-- and yet they don't ask for shit, man.
Don't make this about something else.
l just want my money.
Oh, man.
And give me my masters.
The ones with Jim Jones.
lf you're not gonna give me my money, at least give me that.
You know, maybe-- maybe l can get something going.
There are other recording studios.
No, not with Jim Jones.
That's all you care about.
Well, l'm sorry l can't help you.
Now if you'll excuse me.
This is my time for grief.
Megan, you okay? l'm heading out to the mall.
We really need to talk through what's going on.
This is Dad's stuff.
Are you giving it away? No.
Figured he'd need it wherever he is.
Just getting it ready.
l'm sure he's fine.
You don't need to worry about him.
How can you say that? His development burned down.
We don't know where he is.
l know your dad.
He's a tough guy.
He'll be okay.
We all will.
He's not coming back.
You're getting a divorce, aren't you? l don't know.
l think so.
Maybe.
- Probably.
- How can you be so calm? Because, honey l honestly think that this was supposed to happen.
You're a retard.
And l'm going to the fucking mall.
( stomping ) ( pills rattling ) Oh, Jesus Christ.
( man coughing ) Where you get this shit from? My uncle Rodger.
Ooh-ee.
Look at this motherfucker.
He probably got his whole family jammed up in some SRO.
And he out here sellin' socks.
Don't nobody want your socks, motherfucker.
Take 'em home and give 'em to your own kids.
Nobody wants their little stinky little dirty-ass feet.
( inhales ) Should've jacked that motherfucker last week.
You short on tube socks, nigga? Shit, it's hard out here for a nigga, man.
And a nigga with a felony can cancel Kwanzaa, dawg.
Shit, man.
Child support a bitch, homie.
That's why l be out here jackin' cats.
Dude, l know, but sticking up immigrants and shit? Man, they got less than you.
Man, fuck 'em.
l know you feeling it.
You was out here making that grop driving limos and hanging with rappers and shit.
Yeah, it would've been a bomb job if old boy hadn't nutted up.
He ain't no immigrant, is he? What you talking about, fool? l'm saying, we need to go out there and gank this fool for the cheddar he owe you.
You want your bread, homie, you got to take it.
Hell, no, man.
We can't do that.
Why not? You said he was paid.
- He is, man.
- You said he got so much bread, man, stashed in jelly jars all around the crib, you don't know how much he got.
We already in the car.
Let's just roll over there and see what's good.
- You mean case the joint? - Shit, if it's gravy, we on.
And if it's not, then we just chill.
Dude, you don't owe Ben.
He owe you.
What about those masters? He probably done sold them motherfuckers.
Man, look, nigga, you don't think the cops gonna suspect a disgruntled black employee? Come on, man.
We can go over to your uncle's shop right afterwards.
lt's the perfect alibi.
Nigga, you forgettin'-- Ben Cendars owe you.
At least your parents just got separated.
At least your parents just got separated.
Mine were never together.
Maybe mine never should've been.
They've been fighting for, like, forever.
So who do you blame? My mom.
She always puts a smile on.
Says, ''Everything's the best thing ever.
'' She can't open her eyes because she's got her head up her ass.
Honor, this is Megan.
Do you have any pot? A lot.
l've gotta leave this planet.
No? Okay, what about Summer? Okay, well, if you find some, hit me back.
l didn't know you smoked.
There's a lot you don't know.
Why, do you blaze as well? ( laughs ) No.
Certainly not as much as you Brentwood girls.
You smoke more grass than Harold and Kumar.
( giggles ) l only smoke when l get stressed out.
l know where we can get some.
Where, the medicinal spot in Silver Lake? Damn.
You are a real white girl, huh? Been that way since l was born.
We're gonna shoot down to South Central and pick some up.
l've never been down there.
ls it safe? You'll be straight as long as you're with me.
( radio chatter ) You're bridging, dude.
- ( grunting ) - Stop arching your back and put your feet flat on the floor or you're gonna damage everything from your L1 to your L5.
- ( laughs ) - What's so funny? You and your L1 and L5 talk.
Give me a break, dude.
Pass one Affirmative-Action MCAT and suddenly you're talking like Dr.
Freakin' Phil.
You're so wrong in so many ways, l can't even begin to sort it out.
Whatever, dude.
You know, l used to be ripped like that before l broke my leg in sixth grade.
That when you started the beer and ice cream diet? Fuckin' A.
l couldn't do shit for over a year, man.
So what's up? What's next, med school? Hopefully.
Soon.
Just getting my house in order, you know? l was gonna do the med school thing too, but l don't know.
The way insurance companies are nowadays, it's not even worth it.
No interest in helping folks? Some kid cut me in a fight when l was 1 3.
l didn't see the knife, but fuck was there blood.
The paramedics who rushed me to Mercy helped me keep my shit together.
- They were interested.
- That's for real, man.
You know, l've been cut, like a few times.
- Right.
- Right.
l'm serious.
Hey, where you going, man? Hey, l need a spot! Make sure you use the whole bottle.
What are you, an expert? Yeah, l have a masters in how not to get crabs.
lt's not crabs, Bebe, it's jock itch.
Who gets crabs anymore? And for your sake, l better not catch them.
Better not.
Otherwise, Axel will need to shave his moustache.
He doesn't have a moustache.
Why you killing the joke? You better hope that Amy doesn't catch that shit.
You are disgusting, you know that? Yeah.
That's the least of my problems.
Amy's taking the boys to her mother's in Pittsburgh.
Who knows when they'll be back? You got what you deserved.
l'm gonna have to shave, aren't l? Fuck.
And what if the razor slips, right? And then the hair, it's gotta grow back.
- lt's gonna be itchy as hell.
- Mm-hmm.
Fucking gypsy curse, that's what this is.
Oh! So that's what you think? You really think somebody's looking into a crystal ball conjuring up crabs for you? These are very vindictive people, Bebe.
- Okay.
- Man, it burns.
- Maybe you could blow on it.
- l am gonna fucking shoot you.
Why? You're my partner.
l'd do it for you.
- Pass! - All right, suit yourself.
Listen, do me a favor, will ya? Just-- just keep it between you and l.
All right? lf the cops find out - l'll never live it down.
- Don't worry.
No one cares about your crotch like you do.
That's true.
So sad, but true.
( rap music playing ) Look at this-- the gate code still works.
Anthony: The house right there.
Shit looks gravy to me.
( sighs ) Hey, whoa whoa.
l ain't messin' with no guns.
- lt's just for show, man.
- ( gun clicks ) No, you don't understand.
The dude's got guns all over his place.
Then l'm glad l brought my piece.
Dude's crazy, but he's been good to me, man.
lt's too late, man.
We up in these hills.
lt don't matter.
- ( gun clicks ) - Dawg, you can't back down now.
What you gonna do, pop me over this bullshit? Just a fuckin' pussy-ass nigga, man.
l just don't do this anymore, man.
You serious? - ( turns engine on ) - Well, all right.
Let's get out of here, man.
Stop by the pharmacy so l can buy you some fuckin' tampons.
- ( all chattering ) - Hit 'em upside the head! Come on now.
Give me 20 more.
Come on, 20 more.
Come on.
Here we go.
Hey, Uncle Rodger.
Charles? - What you doing down here? - Kid can't come see his uncle? Well, of course.
Yeah yeah, anytime.
But l take it that your dad does not know you're here.
Well, you know Dad.
He ain't down.
Yeah, he's been that way a long time.
- Who's this? - Uh - Megan.
- Oh, uh, well, pleased to meet you uh, Megan.
Now come on, Charles, you know these fools ain't fit for human consumption.
Can't be bringing your friends around unless you down here for something.
Now you know l ain't giving you no tree.
We didn't come down here for that.
We just came down to hang.
Megan's never been south of the 10.
Why does that not surprise me? - Beverly Hills? - Brentwood.
Brentwood! ( chuckles ) All right.
They loud, but they're harmless.
Anybody mess with you, any trouble, - you come talk to me.
- Megan: Thanks.
Yeah, for sure.
Hey, yo! Watch yourselves.
We got a young lady up in the house.
One of y'all crack that back door.
What are you playing? Craps.
You want me to show you how to play? She don't want you to show her how to play nothing You just stay your nappy-headed ass at that end of the table so l can take some more of your food stamps.
- Hey, suck my dick! - Ooh-hoo! Watch your mouth.
Y'all want something to drink? All right, step on over here.
Right here, l'm gonna explain the game to you.
This is what you need to know.
Seven or 11, you win.
But that's only on the come-out roll.
You know, once you establish your point, you gotta roll that same number again.
- Man: Yo, Rodg! - Yeah, what's up? You got a customer.
- All right, y'all, come with me.
- Oh, nah, how about l just finish teaching her? Oh, now, there's a little more than a dice game going on up in there.
We won't gamble.
Stony, see to it they don't get in no mess while l'm gone.
Why l gotta be the babysitter? 'Cause you older than fire.
Remember, seven only upfront.
Don't seven out after the point.
All right, come on, give me a new shooter.
Give me the new shooter, new shooter, new shooter.
Come on, who's got it? Come on, new shooter.
Got a minute? - Hey, do me a favor.
- Yeah? Tell Styx to back off that 99cent store cologne.
l got three complaints already.
One from a friggin' homeless guy.
Tell me about it.
Got to ride with my head out the window.
Your test results.
Good.
Very good.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
We talked about a letter of recommendation.
Eddie, can l be honest with you? Please.
Not even a letter from the Surgeon General's gonna get you into medical school.
Don't make me the bad guy here.
l'm just trying to be realistic.
You know, no medical school's gonna take you with all a felony on your record.
You ever think about another country? You must still have family in Korea.
- l'm an American.
- See? Why do you gotta do that? You make me feel like an asshole.
l'm on your side.
l just want you to be realistic.
Get your paramedic papers.
l swear, l promise, you'll always have a home here.
l appreciate everything you've done for me.
And l don't want you to think l have anything but the highest respect for you.
But l'm gonna do this.
l have to.
Give me the night to put the letter together.
And don't forget, tell Styx one splash is plenty.
Oh! Oh, hit 'em where they live! Lucky 11.
Lucky 11.
Man, l know y'all ain't gambling without me.
Oh, man, you ain't gonna do nothing but get your head cracked - like you always do.
- What they hitting for? Bet 20, shoot 20, you know the drill.
All right, all right, all right.
- What up, boy? - What's up? - What you doing down here? - Nothing.
Just kickin' it with my friend Megan.
This is my favorite uncle Anthony.
- No doubt, baby.
- Anthony and my dad are brothers.
Uncle Rodger raised 'em both.
Pops is doing some work on her house.
Hey, this ain't ''Family Ties.
'' Roll the goddamn dice.
This nigga always got something to say.
You call me that again, l'm gonna dust your ass off.
( laughs ) Look, l know you my nephew's girl and all, but l need you to be my lucky lady tonight.
Blow on these.
Blow.
You ain't gonna do nothing but crap out like you always do.
Whatever.
Seven-11, seven-11, seven-11! Seven-11! - Whoo! - Oh! All right! 16 switches for all you bitches.
- Talk shit now.
- ( mutters ) Y'all fuckin' up the rotation, man.
Who got the weed? Wow.
l can't tell you how repulsive that is.
Yeah, well, speaking of repulsive, how's Axel? You know, l feel like we're finally in a good place.
You think or you know? l know he's getting a divorce-- leaving his wife for me.
So he says.
- He means it.
- l'm sure he does.
Listen, let me tell ya, divorce-- it's an ugly thing, kid.
That's what l hear.
You might want to give him a little time.
Forgive me if l don't take relationship advice from you.
Yeah, l wouldn't either.
- ( Motown playing ) - Stony: Mm! Mm! - Huh-uh.
Don't do that.
- Do what? Look at her like you R.
Kelly with a full bladder.
( chuckles ) ( giggles ) Have you lost your rabbit-ass mind? What are you doing, man? Getting kids high and you're gambling.
Step off, Rodger, man.
l been walking the straight and narrow.
l can't even tell you how much, man.
Look, you want to sink yourself, you go right ahead.
Ain't no kids gonna get all smoked up in my joint.
You know, there's trouble enough between me and your father.
- We do not need this here.
- Sorry.
Pocket check! Put everything on the goddamn table right now! - What the fuck, Keef? - Trick or treat! Put it on the table! Hey, he's your boy.
You in on this? Yo, Keef, you for real, man? - ( grunts ) - Come here, snow bunny.
Snow bunny, get the fuck up! Come here! Empty out your purse.
Put everything on the table in your purse.
- Put it in your purse! - Yo, this ain't right, man.
Stop giving me that Mother Teresa shit before l bitch you with this 45.
l see you again, motherfucker, l'm gonna shove my foot up your ass.
People are parked illegally and no one's here.
Where the hell is everyone? Come here.
This diamond real? The diamonds real?! My father gave this to me.
- Hey! - Ah ah ah ah ah! Good to see somebody in your family got some hair on their balls.
Get over there! Get the fuck-- get over there! - Kenny: Be cool, man! - Bebe: Drop the gun! ( gunshots ) Everybody, stay down! Shots fired, stay down! Drop the gun! Drop the-- Kids, get in the house! Get in the house, will ya? - Motherfucker! - ( gunshot ) ( grunts ) - You okay? You okay? - ( dogs barking ) Get in the house.
Get in the house.
Go get your parents.
Get out of here.
Oh, fuck.
( distant siren wailing ) Fuck! - Did you hit him? - No.
He's long gone.
Fuck! l'm hit.
( groaning ) Get this off.
The vest stopped it.
Backup's here.
Come on, let's get you to a hospital.
No, wait, let's-- let's get this asshole first.
All right? Help me up.
Help me up.
- ( grunts ) - Easy! Ah, fuck! - ( groaning ) - You got it, you got it.
- Easy, easy.
- Come on.
- All right.
- You're okay.
( typewriters clacking ) - What's your name? - Felony.
What's your real name, smart ass? Mordecai.
- How do you spell it? - S-T-O-N-Y.
Take the rest of 'em to holding, will ya? My buddy and l are gonna talk.
Come on.
( sighs ) You know we got you for illegal gambling, weapon, serving alcohol and controlled substances to minors.
Certainly enough to get a warrant, right? ( snickers ) That's funny? We flip your shop and if we find one bud, Asset and Forfeiture'll roll in, you'll lose your business.
l know you've been there a long time, man.
Neighborhood institution, right? Listen, l hear good things about you.
All right? l've never had a problem with you all the years l've been patrolling that area.
lt's a shame to lose it all because you won't give me the name of the shithead who took a shot at me.
He put a bullet in my back, man, while there were kids around.
l'll bet you even cut some of their hair or their fuckin' folks at least.
We're so lucky that those kids ain't in a casket now.
l mean, thank God we're not burying a child today, Rodger.
But we could've been.
Just do what's right here, all right? Be bigger than this whole fuckin' stupid no-snitch culture that keeps shit like this on the streets.
You got another chance to be a man today.
Take it.
Give me the name of the kid who shot me.
- Okay.
Okay.
- ( opens door ) Okay.
Well, popped your cherry-- first time in a holding cell.
Well, this one ain't too bad.
Look, we're all in this together.
There's no need to sweat.
What about my girl? She'll never see me again.
She'll probably just think l'm another stupid thug.
Trust me, she won't think that.
l'm telling you, don't worry about this.
We'll be out soon.
All right? They're just jamming us up because fucking Keef took a shot at one-time.
And for real, there's a reason they call it one-time.
Just say you don't know who the cat was, We'll be out by the morning.
Man, this is stupid.
Keef robbed you and hit you in the face with a gun.
Yeah, and l'm gonna deal with him on my own terms.
l don't need the police in the middle making it worse.
Oh, so to be a respected black man l have to be loyal for a guy who could've killed members of my family-- Stop trying philosophize this shit! lt ain't a debate.
lt's the code of the streets.
Kenny: Step back from the door.
( buzzes ) ( buzzes ) My daughter Megan, she was brought here.
- ls she okay? What happened? - She's okay, ma'am.
- What happened? Was she in an accident? - For God's sakes! - Will you give us some information? - Sir, use your inside voice.
- Where's my daughter? - We put her in interrogation.
Now that you're here, we can talk to her.
About what? She do something? - She was involved in a robbery.
- Where? ln a barber shop on Crenshaw Boulevard.
Christine: How did she get there? Bebe: Why don't we ask her? - Oh, baby.
- Parents only.
l'm fine.
What were you doing in South Central? - l was with Charles.
- Charles who? Charles Adams.
- Sean's son? - Yes.
You're friends with Sean's son? - A little more than that.
- You're dating him?! - Yes.
- Since when? Bebe: Ma'am, we're looking for a man who shot my partner.
Now you two can get your nails done tomorrow and catch up then.
l need you to answer a few questions.
Do we need a lawyer? You're a witness to a crime.
Do you need a lawyer? The man who robbed you, did you get a good look at him? He took my necklace the one dad gave me.
Bebe: But did you know him? Did the other men in the shop know him? Megan, if l want to request a drug test, l could.
Will that test be positive? Why would it be positive? There was a lot of marijuana on site.
Did you get high? What about the man who shot at us? Give us something and you walk right out of here.
Megan, for Christ's sake, lf you know something, tell her! The others knew him.
They called him Keef.
- Keith? - Keef.
- ( door slams ) - ( sobs ) l'm so sorry, Mom.
lt's okay, baby.
lt's okay.
You've been through a lot these past few days.
Sometimes, l swear, you can't even be my nephew.
This ain't on me.
Then how'd you get hooked up with that damn fool earlier? l just bumped into him riding around and he was gonna pull some shit so l backed him off.
You know, he got pissed.
He robbed y'all to spite for me.
Rodger: So it was all you.
Then you gambling? Getting high with kids? What the fuck, man? Hey, Uncle Rodg, that was my own fault.
l shouldn't have come around.
Yeah, you goddamn right you shouldn't have come around.
lf l ever catch you in my shop again, l will kick your fuckin' ass.
Beat up on a kid? Ain't got nothing but children around me.
- Surrounded by 'em.
- Knock it off.
- l did the right thing.
- You still up here in jail, ain't you? Why was you over to the shop and not at your job? Ben fired me.
- For what? - l don't know, he's-- - he's just hurtin'.
- So you just walk away? That crazy motherfucker is your best chance at staying as far away from here as possible.
Now we lucky we all didn't killed by that goddamn fool.
- Or shot by the cops.
- ( buzzing ) l want to know where Keef is and l want to know now.
l know where to find him.
Lock it up.
- Let's get her out of here.
- We can't go.
- Not without Charles.
- We said we'd wait.
lt'll be a while before they check their records.
( scoffs ) Charles doesn't have a record.
- You sure about that? - Dad.
Leave her alone.
Didn't take long for her to act out.
- ( pills rattling ) - What's that? - l have a headache.
- So do l.
They're prescription.
ls Charles all right? - Are you? - Yes.
- Where's Charles? - He's back there in lock-up.
l'm here for Charles Adams.
l'm his father.
Yeah, he's in holding.
Why? Because he took my granddaughter to South Central where she did drugs and got shot at during a crap game! My son doesn't go to South Central.
lt's my fault.
l wanted to buy some pot.
Charles doesn't do drugs.
He was pushed into this.
Well, let's not start blaming anyone.
We're lucky that they're alive.
Well, that wouldn't be an issue if he wasn't forced to go there.
- How do you know he was forced? - He knows better.
Obviously not-- your whole family's back there.
lt's okay.
lt's okay, sweetie.
Keef Williams.
Currently on parole for armed robbery, assault with a deadly weapon.
He took a shot at our boy Kenny.
Luckily, his vest stopped it.
No no, he was bending over to scratch his balls.
- You got crabs, dude? - ( sighs ) - That's fuckin' nasty.
- Yeah, l got more crabs than the Chesapeake Bay, all right? - Congratulations.
- Thank you.
According to our snitch, Williams probably holed up in this apartment on Century.
We need to vacate adjacent houses.
This fucker's a wild shot.
When l say go, dynamic entry.
Unis, cover the back.
l hate to break up protocol here, but l need to be the first one through that door.
This guy could've taken something very valuable from me today.
You sure you're up to it? - Yeah.
- Heard you got a hell of a bruise - from the impact of the vest.
- l'm fine.
Let's nail Williams.
And then l'm taking you to an ER.
- Let's go.
- Man: All right.
l'm sorry for blaming Megan.
lt's okay.
You don't have to wait.
Of course l do.
Our kids are in this together.
l don't understand why Megan's free to go, but they're keeping Charles.
'Cause she's a rich white girl from Brentwood.
l tried so hard to keep him away from this shit.
( sighs ) Guess you can take a brother out of the hood, huh? Stop.
They're kids.
Good judgment is not one of their strong suits.
l didn't even know they were dating.
l thought you knew.
Well, l guess we would've discussed it if l was still working on your house.
What's happening with that? Well, all our accounts are frozen.
Peter really fucked up.
Where is he? Uh, no idea.
lt doesn't matter.
He won't be back.
l'm sorry.
No, it's a good thing-- for the best.
l'm surprised we lasted this long.
So, um you seeing anyone? Just got out of a relationship.
Well, l keep thinking all this craziness happened for a reason.
God, l hope so.
Although l have no idea what that could be.
Us? Unless you think that's too weird with our kids dating and all.
Oh, l'm sorry.
l just-- lt's okay.
- l think you're a wonderful person.
- ( laughs ) But l-- Police! Get down, motherfucker! - Get down! - ( woman screaming ) ( all shouting ) Lie down! - Get the fuck off, man.
- l'd stop there, motherfucker.
- l didn't do shit! - Get up! Get up! - Bebe: Get him out of here.
- ( grunting ) - You all right, super cop? - Yeah.
l think we might want to head to the ER now.
Why, you hurt? No, these crabs are feasting on my balls.
l'm afraid to look.
Oh.
You're gonna need a doctor for that.
- Yeah.
Let's go.
- You're gonna have to sit in the back.
( buzzing ) Axel: Hey, the gang is all here, huh? - Hey, yo, nigga, l kill snitches! - l already owe you.
lf l catch you up in my shop again, you gonna find out who got what.
( spits ) Fuck your shop.
Charles Adams, your dad's here.
Yo, hey, what about us? - He here for us too, right? - No, he said you were on your own.
Only here for Charles.
( scoffs ) That's cold.
My own brother.
l'm sorry.
We'll deal with this on the ride home.
Where's your mom? ln the car.
Charles, l'm sorry.
This is all my fault.
No, it was him.
Tell your mom l said thanks.
Yeah, well, good luck to ya.
And, uh, l'm sure our paths will never cross again.
Whatever.
Megan.
God.
( door opens ) - ( clears throat ) - ( door closes ) You can't just leave 'em in there-- Uncle Rodger and Uncle Anthony.
They continue to live that life, they get what they deserve.
They're our family.
Go wait in the truck while l talk to these two.
Thanks for bailing us out there, nephew.
What the hell were you thinking? We ain't kids anymore.
You can kill the big brother routine.
You know my son's not allowed at that barber shop.
Especially when there's gambling and drinking.
Look at you, jumping to conclusions.
Charles showed up on his own with Hannah Montana.
You should've sent him home or called me to come get him.
You trying to make him too bourgey.
The more you try to take him away from his roots, the more curious he becomes.
Charles didn't grow up the way we did.
l don't want him around that.
Look, that's-- that's why he don't have any street smarts.
l mean, you always baby him.
Now you trying to tell me how to raise my son? Being a man's not the same as being a thug.
You were down there gambling, doing drugs.
One of your crew shot a cop.
( laughs ) Why am l even listening to somebody who's never held a steady job? - Anthony: Man, that's not true.
- Really? What you doing now? What? - You working? - All right, back off.
Especially you, Sean.
Don't play all high and mighty.
Why do you do that? Support him? l'm the one who made something of my life.
But this fool, is he even working? - l just got fired.
- For what, trying to rob the guy? - Man, that's enough.
- You do not want to fuck with me today.
- Hey, hey! - Or what? You gonna go all street on me? Fuck me up right in front of the police station? l might've bailed you clowns out, but it's just a matter of time - before you right back inside.
- l don't understand this, man.
l don't know who you think you are, but you better watch your goddamn mouth, 'cause l'm still your uncle.
Well, then act like it, for Charles.
( truck starts ) - Fuck him.
- Hey.
- Man, fuck him.
- We both got served today, you know? ( tires screeching ) Where's my son? Give me my son back! l'll fight the power! Ben Cendars says-- Ben Ben Ben! Ben, what the hell you doing? Oh, you're free.
Oh! Rodger, you should've called me sooner.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, l'm fine.
Yeah? We all bailed out? - Yeah, we're good.
- Let's get the hell out of here.
What are you doing? l'll give you two seconds to move this goddamn car! Ben: All right, it's right out-- right out, right now, Officer.
Would you-- Anthony, would you drive, please? Yeah, yeah.
Rodger, get in the car.
Yeah yeah, okay.
Key's in there.
Um, earlier l was at your house and, um, l almost robbed you.
But you didn't.
- No, l didn't.
- Then what are you crying about? - We're outta here, Officer! - Come on! We're outta here! We're invisible now! ( chuckles ) ( limo starts ) SubRip & timing adjustment by Rapunzel