Welcome Home, Roscoe Jenkins Page #10

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Help me, Dad!

Hey, come on!

Dad!

Dig in, come on!

I can't!

Help! Dad!

Come on, son!

Come on, Clyde,

you can do it.

(GROANS)

Come on. Come on.

Come on, son! Go!

I'm trying!

Dig in, son!

Hurry up! Dig in! Go!

Leave him, baby, leave him!

Don't let Clyde beat you!

Don't let him win!

Win, RJ, win!

What?

What?

BIANCA:
Go, go, go!

(GRUNTING)

Don't give up, son!

Don't give up!

BIANCA:
Go, baby, go!

Come on, baby! Go!

(GROANS)

Watch out!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby.

No...

No, that's all right.

This is just a mess.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, yeah, sucker!

Oh, no! Hell, no!

Hell, no!

Oh, no, you don't!

No, you don't!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Yeah! Yes! Yeah!

Welcome

to the top, winner!

Oh! Yeah!

Give it up, Clyde.

I still got it.

This is gonna

haunt your dreams

for the next 20 years! Yeah!

Loser!

Callie!

Built for comfort,

not for speed.

Hey, good save,

Steroid Stan!

Good save, boy.

But you know what?

Too bad this ain't

a team competition.

You know why?

'Cause I'm the leader!

Yes! Captain

of the Team of Me!

Just me!

Just me, baby!

Just me!

Yeah!

Come here, son.

No, thanks.

Jamaal! Jamaal!

Jamaal! Jamaal!

What in God's name

is wrong with you?

What? He challenged me, Daddy.

So I stepped to the plate.

What was I supposed

to do, back down?

Hey, don't use

that tone with me!

Show some damn respect!

Where's my respect,

Daddy? Damn!

You've never

given me credit

for nothing I done!

Credit for what?

Winning a child's race?

Buying some fancy TV?

Or that bullshit

show of yours?

Yes! Yes, Daddy! Yes!

Give me some credit!

Show me some damn credit!

Then I feel

very sorry for you.

So, Clyde gets off

easy again.

It wasn't just me

out there, Daddy.

I know he lost his father,

but why did I have to

lose mine, too?

Why, Daddy?

Well, now I see

why you stayed away

for nine years.

Hey. Hey, Roscoe.

Look, man...

I never tried

to take your place.

I was just trying

to fit in.

'Cause even though

we're cousins,

you're my brother, man.

Oh, now

you're Mr. Innocent?

Please!

Don't fall for it, honey.

He's just trying

to suck you in.

Oh, look, heifer,

your narrow ass

about to get sucked in

if something...

Hey, don't do this.

You got a case.

I will cut you.

You got

a case pending.

RJ:
You know what?

We're going.

We're going.

I'm not afraid of her.

You need to be afraid of her.

You don't watch Wild Kingdom?

You ain't never seen

a lion attack a gazelle?

She about to

smack the CoverGirl

off your face.

You better

get up out of here.

'Scoe. 'Scoe.

Hey, look, man...

BETTY:
Let him go.

Let him go.

Get off of me,

Reggie!

Come on, baby.

BETTY:
I can see your spine.

Look at that snake!

It was so good

to see you, Jamaal.

Yeah.

Don't you forget

to stay in touch

with your grandma

and grandpa, you hear?

I will.

Thanks, Mama Jenkins.

Well, here's something

for the road.

Meatloaf,

your favorite.

Thanks, Mama.

Oh, I just hate

to see you go.

But I understand.

Lord have mercy,

I understand.

Just don't let it be

another nine years, okay?

Promise?

Yeah.

We love you.

I love you, too, Mama.

(CAR STARTING)

BIANCA:
Honey, don't be sad.

I'm sorry things

didn't work out.

I promise

we'll fix this together.

I hope so, baby.

We'll come up

with a new plan.

Yeah, we have more time

to work on the speech.

We'll film the banquet

in LA, hire actors.

It'll look better.

Hire actors?

To play my family?

Honey...

We're getting married

and forming a powerful merger.

Where does

your family fit

into that?

I guess they don't.

Dad, are you serious?

Jamaal!

Haven't you realized

by now who

your father's become?

It's all about

the Team of Me.

This is Team Stevens,

and you need to get on board.

I'm a Jenkins.

RJ, please talk

to your son.

(SIGHS)

She's right, Jamaal.

We gotta move forward,

all right?

You think just because

you bonded with everybody

I'm gonna send you

down here for summers

and Christmases...

(SCOFFING)

So you can be influenced

by these people?

But... But, Dad!

No buts, Jamaal.

In fact, you know,

let's not even invite them

to the wedding.

(GASPS) Oh, my God!

I'm so glad you said that!

I've been thinking that

ever since I met Betty.

I don't blame you.

B*tch ain't got no class.

You can say that again.

(CHUCKLES)

No class.

(SCOFFS) We can say

that about a few people

in your family.

Right, baby?

Right?

BIANCA:
Honey, you are so

doing the right thing.

And making me

so hot in the process.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, prepare to cool off,

'cause I'm done with you.

You crazy-ass b*tch!

You know what?

Thank you, Bianca.

Thank you so much

for letting me finally

see you for the arrogant,

sex-crazed,

pretentious,

fake-ass celebrity wannabe

that you are.

Thank you, Bianca.

Thank you.

(SCOFFS) Oh, well,

you're so welcome, Roscoe!

I knew it.

You can't handle me.

You're not man enough.

You don't have the balls!

King Kong don't

have the balls!

Bounce!

You just signed

your career

death certificate.

Our alliance

is officially over!

And so are you.

Come on, Fiona.

Come on, Fifi.

Come to Mommy.

(BARKS)

It looks like

your alliance is over,

and you've been

voted off the island.

Bianca, the tribe

has spoken.

Bounce!

(FIONA BARKING)

(SCREAMS IN FRUSTRATION)

Dad, you're the man!

I told you

who the boss was.

Let's go.

Wait, my bags!

I love you, son.

I love you, too, Dad.

Let's go home.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

Mama said,

"Girl, it ain't right

"to throw hot grits

on a man when

you have a disagreement. "

Sound advice.

Real good advice,

but did I listen?

No. Old Betty

had to do it her way.

And that was

my second husband.

God knows

I didn't mean

to burn him.

But my third husband,

Buck, baby...

Buck was good to me!

And any time

you get somebody

that's good to you

like that,

you love 'em.

Big black Buck had

the keloid hanging

from the ear.

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

Looked like he had

a leather hearing aid.

Stop!

Daddy, I know

you didn't

like Buck a lot,

but Buck was a good man

when he got out of jail.

I'm gonna tell you something.

He did everything

he said he was gonna do.

And do you know,

Buck was the only man,

the only man

that could pick me up?

Baby, y'all don't

know what it's like

for a man

to scoop you

up like that.

Betty. Betty...

I'm trying

to tell 'em!

Scoop you like...

Betty.

Get off of me!

I'm not finished.

Betty.

You a hater!

I ain't no hater.

We only got

five hours to be here.

Shut up!

Thank you, Betty!

Thank you! Yeah!

And now for

our next testimonial.

It'll come from Clyde.

All right,

how's everybody doing?

Ain't God good?

All the time.

It is a pleasure

and a privilege

to be here

for Papa J

and Mama J's

50th anniversary.

Lord, growing up

in this Jenkins household

was something else.

And Papa J is a strong man.

I mean, well,

this the kind of person,

when he say

he'll slap

the black off you,

I mean the black

really will come off.

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