Meet the Browns Page #7

---

- Thank you, thank you.

- Oh, you're so welcome.

- What did he say?

- Yeah, he hiring all right,

but not for the job

he advertising for.

- I go kill him now.

- No no no no.

- Cheryl.

- Let me go.

Stop it, calm down.

Hey, don't you wanna

hear about my trip, huh?

- You never told me about the trip.

- Don't ask.

- Brenda, you just...

- I'm just kidding.

Did he leave you

anything at least?

Yeah, a house.

- When are we moving?

- Huh-uh, girl, it's so raggedy.

You can't live in it.

Compared to that, we live in a palace.

Brenda, don't be selfish.

Let's move to Georgia

so I can find me one

of those big old

Jethro-looking papis

so I can cucuchanga.

Girl, you know what?

I think I might have met somebody

- who'd be just your style.

- For me?

Uh-huh.

His name's Brown.

I got it.

Who is it?

Hey.

Hey.

What you doing here?

I've been thinking

about what you said,

and I'm gonna help you out.

So can I come in,

please?

Yeah.

Come on in.

Damn, girl, this how you live?

You gonna give me

some money or not?

What you gonna give me, huh?

I ain't gonna

give you nothing.

- Aw, come on, girl, damn it.

- No, stop it, stop it.

You oughta wanna do the right thing

and take care of your son.

- You're right.

- Why I gotta threaten you

with child support

to take care of him?

Damn, Brenda, do it.

- The boy probably ain't mine anyway.

- You bastard!

You need this money,

don't you, right?

So come on, baby,

where's the bedroom?

No, stop it. I don't sleep

with men for money.

Well, your mama used to,

didn't she?

I ain't my mama. Get the hell

out of my house!

Forget you then.

You all ain't getting nothing.

I don't care if both of y'all

starve to death.

You bastard. You would

do that to your own son?

- Hey.

- You're just evil.

I told you when you was pregnant I

didn't give a damn about you or the boy.

Matter of fact, what did you do with

the $200 I gave you for the abortion?

I'll bet you wish

you had that $200 now.

- Don't you?

- Hey, Michael, baby.

Hey, Mike. What's up, boy?

Mama, why you begging like this?

No no, he ain't gotta help us.

No, I know how to make some things

happen on my own.

You don't need

to beg this motherf...

Leave it.

He's still your father.

- Get your hand out of my face.

- Boy, better watch your mouth!

- No, no, it's not worth it.

- Mama, are you defending him?

Look, if you ain't

man enough to help us,

I know how to make some things

happen on my own.

- No, baby. Where are you going?

- No no.

Michael! Mike, stop him.

That boy ain't my responsibility.

It isn't my problem.

No, Michael!

Michael!

Michael.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Can I come in?

Yeah yeah, come on in.

Have a seat.

I'm sorry. I thought

you were Michael.

He's not here?

No.

Did you tell him about the practice

sessions I set up for him?

Yeah, I did.

I'm sorry.

What's going on?

What's up, man?

What's up? You're just

the man I need to see.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

You can't win a game

with your shoes falling off, dawg.

- Here.

- These are for me?

You know it. I got money

on this game, dawg.

I need you on your "A."

- Thanks, Calvin.

- It's all good, dawg.

Hey, man,

you hanging tonight?

Yeah.

You working?

Yeah.

You want in?

Yeah, show me

what I gotta do.

- All right.

- Mike.

Who is this fool?

- He 5-0?

- No, man, I'll handle it.

Dude, what are you doing here?

Your mother's looking for you.

You got some nerve

coming around here.

- So you gonna do this, huh?

- Why not?

- You're too smart for this.

- Dude, you don't know nothing about me.

I know you're about

to make a stupid mistake.

Harry, you don't know

nothing about my life.

You don't know

what we're up against.

It doesn't matter

what you're up against.

You could make a stupid mistake and have

everything in the world going for you.

I was in the league.

I started gambling.

Lost everything,

including my wife and kids.

I made mistakes

I'm still paying for today.

I know a few things about

going down the wrong road.

And this is the wrong road.

- All right, man.

- Dude,

you better get out of here.

Okay.

We're supposed to practice

tomorrow at 3:
00.

If you show up,

then I'll know you're as smart

as I think you are.

Yeah, whatever, man.

I'm gonna be here for two days.

- All right?

- Yeah, let's do this.

Come here.

What?

Where you been all night, huh?

I was with Calvin.

Okay, so you're a man now.

You gonna sell dope, huh?

Now you think

that makes you a man?

Why not, Mama?

We ain't got nothing.

- Boy, are you crazy?

- No, you work like a dog,

and what has it gotten you?

You talk about God

making a way.

Mama, I'm not trying

to die to get to heaven.

I want mine here on earth.

Then you know what?

You gonna have to get out

of my house then, huh?

You think you're grown? Go.

Get out!

Mama, where am I gonna go?

I don't wanna hear it.

I done my best by you.

I done tried. Get out.

Who's gonna help you

with Lena and Tosha?

Don't you even worry

about that, okay? I got that.

You just get out.

- No no, I'm not going, Mama.

- Go on.

No child of mine is gonna

sell dope, you hear me?

I ain't sitting up in here waiting

to hear that you done got killed.

Get out. Hit the bricks.

No, Mama, I'm not going.

No, if I go, I'm a coward

just like my dad.

I'm your son.

I'm not gonna leave you

like them other dudes.

Mama, I'm just tired

of seeing you hurt

and struggling.

I'm sorry.

Mama, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- We gonna be all right.

You hear me?

- I'm sorry.

- We gonna be all right.

We gonna be all right.

I promise. I promise.

I'm sorry, Mama.

I love you, baby.

I love you.

- I love you too. I'm sorry.

- All right, all right, all right.

Okay, just...

just... just go to bed, all right?

Go now.

All right, let's go.

On the whistle, chest passes.

Passer makes the shooter.

Pass it like you want him

to shoot the ball.

Are you coachable?

Do you listen?

It's good to see you.

On the whistle,

chest passes.

- What's up, Calvin?

- What's up, dawg?

I won six large

on you tonight.

You play with heart, son.

Here.

Look, man, that's what

I came to tell you.

Calvin, I can't do this.

Here, this is all the money.

It's your cut and mine.

I'm sorry, dude.

You know what?

I understand that.

You ain't got this

in you, man.

You go on now.

You go play basketball.

Me? I'm gonna be

a hood rat.

That's all I'll ever be.

Calvin, you can be

whatever you want to be.

No, kid.

Yo, son, you think

you can just sell on my turf?

Mike, run!

Mike's great. I wish he

was playing in my gym.

What about you?

What about your house?

What about it?

What you gonna do with it?

Let it do what it's been doing

for the last whatever years.

Which is what?

Sit there.

- That ain't no good.

- Try this. You'll like it.

Get in there. Come on.

Oh, man, that's good.

What is that?

- Is that pork?

- That's pork, baby.

I don't even eat pork,

and that's good.

Brenda, I like talking to you.

Rate this script:3.4 / 8 votes