Daddy's Little Girls Page #3

- Forty?

- Yeah.

You don't think that's too old

to start a rap career?

Why everybody keep saying that?

I mean, yeah. But, you know, I'm good.

And I got a gimmick.

You got to have a gimmick in this game.

- You heard of 50 Cent?

- Yes.

They call me 40 Percent.

- Check, please. Check.

- They call me 40 P.

No, it's official.

No, this is my proclamation, Cynthia.

- I'm giving up on men.

- Why?

'Cause I'm 31. I've never been married.

I don't have any kids.

I don't even have a cat to curl up with.

And because I make six figures,

I can't find a decent man to save my life.

- What was wrong with this guy?

- Are you kidding me?

That man had no class, Cyn.

No, he had no class.

He was screaming across the restaurant

for some scrimps.

Yeah, scrimps.

I don't even know how to spell "scrimps."

Am I being unreasonable?

All I want is a man

who knows when to hold me,

and rub my feet, and make me feel safe.

Is that too much to ask?

No, sweetie, it's all possible if you

just relax your standards a little bit.

Girl, whatever.

And what's up with the black men

all trying to be down?

All of a sudden,

everybody's got to be down.

Like speaking correct English

is somehow uncool.

Like verb-noun agreement is just too much.

And if I see another black man over 30

in a throwback jersey,

girl, I'm gonna scream.

- What was that?

- I just saw one.

Julia, I just think you're too hard

on some of these guys, okay?

- You just need to relax a little bit.

- Excuse me.

I have standards.

Yeah. Well, the Pope

can't meet your standards, okay?

And I don't mean to be rude, sweetie,

but I got a man waiting for me.

I gots to go.

No, go. No, go. It's cool.

- Don't hate.

- I'm not hating, Cyn.

- All right. I'm just saying.

- No, my battery is dying anyway.

- Wait, I can't... I can't hear you.

- Hello?

- You got to be kidding me.

- I am so sorry.

- You got to be kidding me.

- I'm sorry.

- You're gonna answer it?

- You know what? I got to get this one.

It's my neighbor and she got my kids.

Excuse me.

- Unbelievable.

- Hold on.

You're on company time.

You're not supposed

to be taking personal calls.

What happened? Yeah, I know where it is.

I'm on my way.

Whoa. Whoa. Where are you taking me?

- Lady.

- I'm being kidnapped.

- I'm being kidnapped! Somebody help!

- Lady, stop. Stop.

- You stop 'cause you're in big trouble, pal.

- Look, lady. Look, I'm sorry.

No, no, no. You're gonna be sorry.

You have a big problem

because you're fired. Fired.

I have a problem right now

and I am so tired of your stuck-up ass

giving me a hard time.

Now, do me a favor.

Sit back, shut up and ride, okay?

Thank you.

I do not believe this.

No way. No way. No. No, he didn't do this.

Excuse me. I'm Monty James.

You have my kids here?

Have a seat.

Someone will be with you in a minute.

- Yeah, I'm still here.

- Are they here?

Excuse me. Are they all right?

- Have a seat, sir.

- Where are they?

Excuse me. Excuse me. Where are they?

Have a seat, sir.

Did he take the keys?

He took the keys. He took the keys.

Fabulous. Fabulous.

I'm just gonna call... Who can I call?

My battery's dead. Great.

No, no. Julia, no. You're in control here.

And you're just gonna walk in there

and demand he take you home.

"Take me home, wodey."

No, do they say that?

No. "Take me home, brother."

Yes.

Hey. Look, I try to support

black-owned businesses,

but this is absolutely ridiculous.

Take me home now.

Monty.

- Ms. Rossmore.

- Maya, what are you doing here?

I live next door to Monty, your driver.

Well, he's not my driver after tonight.

Thank you very much.

The next time you wanna recommend

a little car service to me, Maya,

make sure it's not one of your buddies

from the hood, okay?

- Maya, what happened?

- Well, there was a fire and then...

- Jennifer Jackson, Monty James?

- Yeah.

- Laurie Bell, Department of Social Services.

- Are my kids all right? Where are they at?

They're fine. They're being looked after.

Mr. James, this could have been really bad.

I know. I know. I had to work tonight.

And the oldest one, she old enough

to look after the little ones.

- And I live right next door.

- This is my neighbor.

Well, your daughter started a fire.

Now, I'm sure it was an accident,

and the fire wasn't that bad,

but if your neighbor had not

broken down the door,

your daughters could have died

of smoke inhalation.

Now we're gonna have to look after

your daughters for a little while.

No, no, no. No, it's a mistake.

It's a mistake that could have

gotten them killed, Mr. James.

Now, you'll get a call about visitation,

but for now,

they're in custody of their mother.

No, ma'am. No, no. No.

Let me talk to the little one, please?

- Mr. James. Mr. James. I'm sorry.

- Look. All right. All right. Look.

- Go get my kids. Just go get my kids.

- Come on, Ms. Jackson.

Hold on. Ms. Bell.

And my mother had the nerve to think

that you would do a better job than me.

So I guess this, right here, is a better job?

- Almost killing my kids?

- Just go get them.

No, go get nothing.

You know we gonna get custody now,

right?

- I'm gonna enjoy raising your little girls.

- Monty!

- You wanna start with me, Monty?

- Give me a reason!

- You wanna start with me, Monty?

- Monty!

You picked the wrong person to mess with.

All right. Just let me get my kids, man.

Just let me get my kids, man.

Got you, player.

- What did you say?

- Monty.

Is he gonna take me home?

How old are your girls?

Five, seven and 12.

Look, I'm sorry about before.

Are they gonna be okay?

If you don't mind,

I don't want to talk about it.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. He's walking in right now.

I promise you I'll take care of it myself.

Please. Please, forgive him.

Thank you for your business.

What? I told you I couldn't do it.

I told you, man.

I'm glad she called and fired me.

You feel sorry for them girls.

- Did you get that court date yet?

- Custody hearing is in seven days.

I called like nine lawyers this morning.

They all said the same thing,

they need more money and more time.

Don't look at me.

I just feel like, you know,

I make two steps forward,

I gotta make four steps back.

All Ms. Kat asked me to do

was raise them kids

and I can't even do that.

You know, Jennifer and that crack dealer?

They got long money.

You gonna need some help from God

and two more white people to fight them.

So my assignment today is to encourage

your faith by using what Paul said.

He says, "And let us not grow weary

in well doing. "

He said, "For in due season you

shall reap, if you faint not. "

Now what I'm trying to tell you

is that God is faithful.

And in his faithfulness,

he reminds us that in doing good,

you shall get weary.

There's no sin in getting weary.

The sin is giving up.

Because I'm here to announce to you

you're so close to your due season,

you're about to taste it.

There's about to be

a manifestation of God in your life

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