American Hero

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- How you doin', bro?

- You seen Melvin?

No, man.

I ain't seen that cat in a long time.

- Jo-sho. He come this way?

- No, man.

Y'all seen Melvin?

- That crazy white dude?

- Yeah, white chocolate.

Man, I ain't seen Melvin in a while.

Melvin's somewhere though.

He's somewhere to be found.

- But what you looking for Melvin for?

- Boy gotta go to court.

- He goin' be late.

- Trouble again?

He ain't never gonna get his son

back acting like this, man.

He looks like he should stop

doing everything he been doing.

They ain't stoppin' sh*t.

- Let me go find his ass.

- Somebody gon' find him.

- A repeat. A repeat.

- Somebody gon' find him.

- I'll catch y'all on another side.

- Take care of yourself.

Alright.

Melvin!

Where you at, you motherf***er?

I told y'all. You wanna make

a movie about Melvin?

You gon' to spend half of your time

trying to find this motherf***er.

- You seen Melvin?

- No, I ain't seen that motherf***er.

Damn! Hey, if you see him

tell him to head on home!

- Alright, I got that.

- Alright.

- Y'all seen Melvin?

- I ain't seen that motherf***er.

You ain't seen that motherf***er?

- Who's that?

- Melvin.

- No.

- Sh*t.

Every motherfucking time something

going on, this motherf***er gotta disappear.

Melvin!

There's the motherf***er's bike.

And there's the motherf***er's shoe.

There's the other shoe.

Attached to this ig'nant motherf***er.

Melvin! Get your ass up, man!

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Acting like your ass is homeless and sh*t.

- Stole my shoe?

- I found your damn shoe.

- Yeah? What's it doing in your hand then?

- What the f*** is it doing off your foot?

It's sitting right over there.

You look like sh*t.

F***.

I remember the party and then...

Man, you left about 4 a.m.

Just slipped off into the darkness.

Did I dream it or did I get with Caroline?

You better hope you didn't get with that

fat b*tch. She two hundred and fifty pounds.

She's kinda foxy though.

That fox don't need to eat for another

three years. Now, come on, man.

- That's better.

- You gotta be in court this morning.

- What?

- You gotta be in court this morning.

Why didn't you say that earlier?

What the f*** you think I've been trying

to say to you? Come on, man.

Sh*t, damnit, Melvin.

Riding around town all goddamn

morning looking for your ass.

- We gotta go man. I gotta change.

- Yeah, no sh*t.

- F***.

- Sh*t, shower, and shave.

Sh*t, it smell like a pack of horses

coming at a motherf***er ass first.

How the f*** you end up over here?

I mean, you my brother and I love you,

but sometimes you do some silly ass sh*t.

F***ing thing! Come on!

Man, ride.

Complaining about you f***in' up.

The f***.

- Stupid, Melvin. F***ing stupid.

- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Sh*t.

So you had to stay out all night?

One of these days. One of these days.

One, two, three! Come on!

- Sh*t.

- Man, I can do this my goddamn self.

- I'm trying to help you, man.

- Do it look like I need your help, motherf***er?

- You are in a wheelchair, you know?

- I ain't no spastic.

I never said you were.

You want my help or not?

One of these days I'm going to get me

a new chair that don't need no skinny ass

- to push it up ramps.

- Will you stop your moaning?

One of those carbon fiber motherfuckers

that do tricks and sh*t.

Come on, buddy.

You know, you look so handsome

when you make the effort.

I don't understand

why you have to dress like a hobo.

Come on, Mom. How do I look, Luc?

Judge will give you five years

for wearing that cheap suit.

- Jesus.

- Lucille, leave him alone.

He looks just like he did

on his first day of school.

I was just joking, Miss H.

The judge is going to dig you, bro.

- Alright, you wanna hear my letter?

- Why not? Lay it on me.

Okay. Dear sir...

I know I haven't exactly

been the best father to date,

but I'm here today to tell you that I can't

be a better father if I'm in prison.

All I want to do is see my boy again

and I'll do whatever you ask me

just to spend some time with him.

He loves his father and he needs me.

And if you give me the chance,

I am capable of being a stable

and solid influence in his life.

Now the charge of kidnapping

sounds very extreme to me

because it's not in fact what happened.

We just wanted to go on a holiday

together, me and Rex, is all.

Maybe I didn't handle it right, sir.

I understand, but my ex

is a real pain in the ass...

Man, you cannot say

that stuff to the judge, man.

Yeah, you gotta let the judge

decide the rest.

Come on, man.

Here are your sandwiches

in case it goes on a while.

- Crust off for Lucille, crust on for you.

- Okay, great.

Hey, good luck, bro. You look

like a f***ing hobo in that suit.

Thanks, sis.

- Love you.

- Love you, more.

- Boy, what you think about the ride?

- It's dope, man. Where'd you get it?

Borrowed it from my uncle. You gotta make

a good impression on that judge, right?

A good impression?

What kind of narcotic you on, son?

- Thanks for doing this, man.

- Anytime! Hey, Miss H, how we looking?

- Like The Village People.

- Love you, Ma.

- Get out of here before you're late.

- Thank you, Miss H!

- Courthouse.

- Be careful.

I'm running late. Come on, let's move.

You got this, Melvin.

You got this.

- Alright.

- Hey, kick some ass, bro.

Good luck, man.

Hey, man. What happened?

F***ing prick gave me

a community service order.

He banned all contact with Rex,

pending assessment.

- At least you didn't go to jail, right?

- Yeah, I wanna see my kid, man. Get it?

F***!

- What other way could it have gone?

- This stupid b*tch.

- Don't do it, brother.

- Thank you.

- No, no, no!

- Mel, Mel!

Feeling good about yourself, Doreen?

Are you gonna tell Rex

that you banned me from seeing him?

Or are you gonna lie like you

normally do and blame it on me?

- The judge banned you, not me.

- Yeah, 'cause you f***ing instructed him.

Melvin, do not swear at me, okay?

I'm not intimidated by you.

- Those days are past us.

- Doreen, please. Don't do this to me.

You're hurting Rex just as much

as you're hurting me.

I mean, why do you have to be so cruel?

What did I ever do to hurt you so bad?

- You need reminding.

- Please don't do this.

It's done, okay?

The judge has passed it down.

Yeah, well, when Rex is older, he's gonna

hate you for using him to get at me.

I am not using him.

I just don't want him to live amongst

the wreckage that is your life.

Look at you!

You have no manners and no grace.

And I abhor what you've become.

Hey.

Yeah!

That motherf***er George Bush,

sent us over to Iraq in '91.

82nd airborne division.

I remember that first push. We're going

through Boswa. We was tripping.

I get hit by this sniper.

Motherf***er tagged me from behind.

Took out my lower spine.

Love you, guys.

My wife...

she was so ashamed of having a husband

that the stank b*tch didn't even show up

to Fort Brag when they sent my ass home.

But Melvin did. Him and his momma.

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