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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' shit.
- 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 motherfucker?
I told y'all. You wanna make
a movie about Melvin?
You gon' to spend half of your time
trying to find this motherfucker.
- You seen Melvin?
- No, I ain't seen that motherfucker.
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 motherfucker.
You ain't seen that motherfucker?
- Who's that?
- Melvin.
- No.
- Shit.
Every motherfucking time something
going on, this motherfucker gotta disappear.
Melvin!
There's the motherfucker's bike.
And there's the motherfucker's shoe.
There's the other shoe.
Attached to this ig'nant motherfucker.
Melvin! Get your ass up, man!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Acting like your ass is homeless and shit.
- Stole my shoe?
- I found your damn shoe.
- Yeah? What's it doing in your hand then?
- What the fuck is it doing off your foot?
It's sitting right over there.
You look like shit.
Fuck.
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 bitch. 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 fuck you think I've been trying
to say to you? Come on, man.
Shit, damnit, Melvin.
Riding around town all goddamn
morning looking for your ass.
- We gotta go man. I gotta change.
- Yeah, no shit.
- Fuck.
- Shit, shower, and shave.
Shit, it smell like a pack of horses
coming at a motherfucker ass first.
How the fuck you end up over here?
I mean, you my brother and I love you,
but sometimes you do some silly ass shit.
Fucking thing! Come on!
Man, ride.
Complaining about you fuckin' up.
The fuck.
- Stupid, Melvin. Fucking stupid.
- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Shit.
So you had to stay out all night?
One of these days. One of these days.
One, two, three! Come on!
- Shit.
- Man, I can do this my goddamn self.
- I'm trying to help you, man.
- Do it look like I need your help, motherfucker?
- 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 shit.
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 fucking 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?
Fucking 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?
Fuck!
- What other way could it have gone?
- This stupid bitch.
- 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 fucking 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 motherfucker 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.
Motherfucker 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 bitch didn't even show up
to Fort Brag when they sent my ass home.
But Melvin did. Him and his momma.
Told me I could stay with them
'til I got my shit together.
One of these days he's gonna get his shit
together. You know what he said?
He said I could stay with him
'til I get back on my feet.
What kinda shit is that?
Back on my feet. Right.
Jump!
Shit!
You alright, man?
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good!
I'm good. Baby, I'm good.
- Lucas is here.
- What?
Lukey!
With his spectacles and all.
Yeah, Lukey!
The motherfucking science teacher.
What's up, bro? How you doing, man?
Melvin is not like other people.
Ever since we were kids,
we came to discover he had...
abilities to move objects using
only the power of his mind.
Okay, so... on first glance,
if you look at both heads,
you don't see anything different.
Now... let's look at Melvin's again.
Here, we start to notice
very small anomalies
on the outer sleeve of the brain.
That's about the only thing
that I see that's different.
And I've studied this guy
for over a decade.
Everything else about him reads normal.
I run tests on every other part
of his body and found nothing.
Now, Mel he comes in from time
to time and we check to, you know,
to see if his blood clean,
his brain is flowing, simple stuff.
We don't publicize. We don't talk about
anything outside of my laboratory.
Truth is, and he don't
mind me saying this...
and speaking as a professional,
he has so much to offer
the world of science...
and there's so much potential for him.
This little light, this little light
This little light of mine
This little light, this little light
This little light of mine
This little light, this little light
This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine
This little light, this little light
This little light of mine
This little light, this little light
This little light of mine
This little light, this little light
This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it, I'm gonna let it shine
Everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere I go
I'm gonna let it shine, let it shine
- Yes, sir! Hallelujah!
- Yes, sir!
- Nice, reverend!
- Yes, sir!
Here on this beautiful afternoon,
you're about to experience magic.
Yes, I say to you, beautiful, magic.
You are gonna watch this wheelchair
levitate in the air.
Yeah! Levitate!
But to make this trick successful,
I need a dollar.
Yes, I ain't say thirty-five cents and no,
I didn't say no fifty-five cents.
I need a dollar. Going once.
And you, the beautiful in the pink.
Thank you so very much. Anyone else?
You got one more dollar, brother.
Give me that last one. This is the one.
Let's go, let's go, let's go! Anybody else?
You're gonna watch some magic.
I promise you that.
Criss Angel ain't got nothing
on this trick. Now, here we go!
Everyone, are you ready?
The best act out of the West Bank.
My main man, a hundred grand.
Here he is, y'all!
That's my boy! That's my boy!
He's settling in.
It's a part of the meditation.
Let the magic man
do what the magic man do.
Pictures ain't free. Okay, ladies
and gentlemen, it is about to go down.
Yes! What'd I tell you!
Do not try this at home.
I need a dollar. I need a dollar.
Anybody else? Come on, come on.
That's what I'm talking about.
Come on! You see, that's magic.
Give it up for him, y'all!
Melvin!
The kitchen furniture moves you're doing,
please can you put it back?
Yeah, Mom, I'm playing the piano here.
Please put the table and chairs
back where they belong.
You know I don't love you
touching my stuff.
Coming.
Thank you. And the lamp.
- What is up with you, love?
- Nothing.
Hey, Melvin?
My curling iron, it's shorted.
So? Is that my problem?
Yeah, actually it is your problem.
It's you're fucking fault.
You, language.
Do you see my hair? Do you want me
to go see Ryan like this? Really?
Ryan or not,
you do not curse in this house.
Okay. Well, you know what?
Thanks a lot, Melvin. You're a dick.
- Can't wait to meet, Ryan. He sounds lovely.
- Fuck off.
- Are you feeling okay?
- Sure, Mom. Never better.
I've been living here
about thirty-five years.
I seen all kinda changes,
but nothing to compare to Katrina.
She just come along
and blew everything away.
We gets all kinda hurricanes
around these parts.
But we ain't never seen
nothing like her before.
Man, the Lord was angry.
People was floating along the streets.
Dogs! Families standing on rooftops...
Crying 'cause they ain't gots
no home no more.
My old man, he a booze hound,
he been on the ward for years.
And my boy, Deon... he in the pen.
So me?
I gots no one to help me.
So I sank to my knees
and I asked the Lord to help me.
The Lord come.
Melvin.
Melvin, that's what!
He showed up when the storm was raging
and I was cowering in my kitchen
like a kicked dog, roof clean gone.
And he led me out to safety.
Storm passed, sun came out...
wind died down. I come home...
my roof is on.
How... how you gonna
explain shit like that?
The brown current ran swiftly
out of the heart of darkness.
And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too.
And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too.
Genius.
As Conrad got older, he wrote less.
He eventually settled in England.
Didn't care much for public
scrutiny or adoration.
Guess he just wanted to be
out in the country by himself.
Like Conrad, Mom was
a reclusive writer as well.
Listen to this.
The day broke gray and dull. God!
I mean, I wish I could come up
with shit like that.
Instead, I look out the window
and I think, oh, fuck! It's raining.
Here, there's something else
I wanna read you.
Fuck off.
One day, I was like I guess maybe...
it was right before Katrina. Actually,
it was a little ways before Katrina.
This fucking family shows up
in the neighborhood, right?
And it's fucking Mel and his mom
and his fucking smoking hot sister.
And this black guy in a wheelchair,
named fucking Lucille.
And fucking Mel,
he does this weird ass trick,
where he likes stacks up
these quarters, okay?
It's like just sitting there still and all
of a sudden he starts doing this shit
and the quarters start lifting up, right?
And they start separating.
And I was like... looking at Lyle,
we're both like, what the fuck, man?
Now, we're just like fucking boys, I mean.
Lucille, Mel, Lucas, Lyle, me,
we're like family. You know what I mean?
- How much you got, Lyle?
- Eighty dollars.
- Shit, get as much as you can get.
- Think I got enough for that...
- Quarter?
- Alright, man.
See if they'll roll one up for me.
I don't like rolling motherfucker.
These niggas ain't got
nothing better to do.
You don't know how to roll.
Yo, what's up, Nate?
You got some weed for me, bro?
You know it. Hey, holla at my man,
Ramone, right there.
What's going on, bro?
If it ain't black-man and Robin.
What's happening?
Sup, cuz? Cat got your tongue?
We ain't related, nigga.
And don't be calling your cuz.
We might be related
considering I banged your momma.
Big baller, shot caller?
Hey, come on. Get that little crippled
motherfucker up out of here talking that shit.
You got it, dude.
Well, get it the fuck up
out of here then, dude.
- Okay, man.
- This C-block, cuz.
- Nate, man, I appreciate it brother.
- No doubt.
I hate having to kiss that motherfucker,
Nathan's ass just for a couple joints.
Damn, man.
Hey, who got shot?
Remember that kid who used to be
dribbling around with that basketball.
- Yeah.
- Got wasted off a crack rock, Luc.
Dealed from that motherfucker, Nathan.
If I wasn't in this motherfucking chair,
I'd beat all the black off that motherfucker.
He'd be a Caucasian in about five minutes.
I'll tell you that right now, shit.
- Feel that?
- Yeah.
I can make you come with my finger.
Imagine what I could do with my tongue.
Hunny?
- Fuck off.
- What?
Jesus, you're a train wreck.
You mind giving the man
in the chair a shot?
I am so sorry, honey, but I have a man.
What rap they get you on, kid?
I'm talking to you.
What'd you do?
Why'd you get community service?
I set my school on fire.
Smoke weed?
If life gets you down,
it's not a bad thing to try.
Always helped me.
Here.
Sunny, Florida.
Rex is still a baby there.
He won't even remember that one.
First day at school.
Notice, how the mother isn't featured.
My old man he split when...
when I was just a kid.
I'm not about to let that happen to Rex.
Fuck you.
Care for a mint?
Give me that motherfucker.
- You look a little peaky, Mel.
- No, I'm just tired, dude.
Really?
Here we go. You're trying to scare me now?
I'm just saying is all.
You look like you could use rest.
But I'm charting okay though, right?
It's not what they're saying,
it's what I'm saying.
You know, one day, it won't hurt
if you saw professional help
'cause I really don't have a clue
what I'm looking for.
No doctors, buddy. You know that.
Yeah, they're people out there
that know a lot more than me.
I'm a science teacher in a local college.
Doesn't make me any great authority.
God handing out all the gifts.
I'm stuck in this damn chair.
Yeah, but you got me.
That ain't no damn consolation prize.
- So, we done here or what?
- Yeah.
- Sweet.
- Lucas.
Let me get a couple of them pills
you gave me last time for the pain.
- No, Lu. Mel.
- Hey, hey.
Lucas, you got two of these.
Can I have one?
Give a nigga a lab coat
and he think he a doctor.
He's getting pissed. Thank you, doc.
- Take care of yourself, okay?
- Yeah, I'm good, man. Chill.
Ten across with the A in the middle.
Annihilation.
Motherfucker. How you know that shit?
Just a guess. What's next?
Alright, seven down
with the same A in the middle.
- Anomaly.
- Anoma, what?
Anomaly! It's like a one-off, like me.
Man, you ain't no one-off.
You a circus freak.
That's funny coming from you.
- Yeah, I got put here.
- Yeah, you think I chose?
Man, you ain't got nothing but choices.
All you choose to do
is smoke weed and chase cat.
Jimmy!
What up, Jimmy?
- Hey, what it look like?
- You get a haircut?
Look at him.
Cleaner than the board of health.
Butch. Sundance.
We ain't doing that, Jimmy.
We just chilling.
Come on, Melvin. Put it out.
Show a little respect for Christ's sakes.
- It's a joint, man. I mean...
- I see that.
- Here, man.
- Thank you, Lucille.
Not a problem.
You know what kills me?
- Smoking?
- No.
What kills me is that you're out here
every day doing the same thing.
Getting high, drinking beers like there's
no tomorrow with Cool Runnings over here.
- That shit ain't funny.
- That was funny.
When what you could be doing is taking
responsibility amongst your community.
I've seen the things you can do, Melvin.
It's no secret around here. You got a gift.
But you're wasting it.
You ever thought about helping out?
You know?
Hell, maybe create a nicer environment
for your son to grow up in.
There's something to think about.
What is this?
National pick on Melvin day, Jimmy?
No, it's national get
your shit together day...
and I say that because I care.
Tell that motherfucker again
'cause son of a bitch don't listen to me.
And don't be calling me Cool Runnings.
- I'm on it, Jimmy, alright? I'm on it.
- Yeah, on what? Since Amelia?
I'm gonna work on it, okay?
You got my word. Give me some time,
alright? I'll get my shit together.
Oxycodone. Semi-synthetic,
slow release painkiller
first synthesized by eminent
pharmacologists, Freund and Speyer,
in Germany in 1916. I'm a fan.
I'm gonna show you some crimes scenes.
Third story up, I knew these guys
were robbing the place.
Their car was sitting here,
engine running.
These two knuckleheads jump down,
they jam into their car.
They spot me. One guy comes at me...
crack! I put him over the hood.
Next guy, starts waving
some screwdriver at me.
Relieved him of that. Put him down. Done.
All units, we got a 211 in progress
on Atlantic Boulevard.
Get them, Lyle. Come on, man. Let's move!
The old Vicodin. Heavy,
opiate narcotic to treat severe pain.
It's the most widely prescribed
prescription medication in this country.
Over 140 million prescriptions
of this drug alone.
And I'm proud to say
that I'm not one of those people.
Why? Because I steal mine.
Come on, Lyle!
I chase down the guys that cops
don't have time to deal with.
Junkies, small time criminals.
You gotta be careful.
A desperate man can be a dangerous man.
These guys? Fucking amateurs.
Fucking robbed the store
for sixty some odd dollars.
What is wrong with these people?
Yeah, they're crooks, but they have
a bit of initiative they're showing.
And I like that 'cause they're not just
sitting around waiting for a fucking handout.
That's the problem with this country.
You gotta bunch of lazy motherfuckers
sitting on their fat asses
with a begging bowl in one hand
and McDonald's in the other.
Yeah, they're criminals,
but at least they're trying.
What?
I was ready to love
the whole fucking world.
But no one understood me!
Nobody! So I learned to hate.
You think I'm the one to set things
straight? Look at me, man. Wrong.
Fuck. No, no, no.
Talented and astute, but lazy.
Likely to understand everything
and even accomplish something.
He had nonetheless been content
to enjoy life as a spectator.
Maupassant, I dig you, man.
I dig you!
Get off!
Oh, my God! Mom, look.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- What happened?
- You okay?
I was out or what?
Yeah, you were out.
Let me go get somebody.
- Hey, man.
- Hey, Mom.
- How you doing?
- You're gonna be okay.
What happened?
Let me see. Melvin was being Melvin.
Melvin can do anything.
Melvin think he can fly.
Melvin think he can drink
a whole liquor store.
Melvin jump off cliff.
Hurt when hit ground.
That's pretty much what happened, man.
- How you doing?
- How are you feeling? You just woke up?
- Yeah, what is this thing?
- This just checks your heart rate.
You went into cardiac arrest
so we're just monitoring you right now.
- You gonna be his nurse today?
- Yes, sir.
- Can you by my nurse tomorrow?
- Sure.
Alright. That's what I'm talking about.
I got a little pain down below
and, you know...
He's been dead for a while.
I was wondering if you could
bring him back to life, you know...
a little mouth to mouth resuscitation
would help me right now.
- Stop, don't listen to that.
- We apologize for him.
- That's okay. We get that all the time.
- I was just having fun with you, girl.
Just being serious.
Sir, is your full name Melvin Hesper?
That's me, doc, but call me Mel.
We cannot seem to find
any medical records on you.
Any type of history?
- I never go to the hospitals.
- Never?
Never broke a bone, a bad flu, anything?
What about medical insurance?
Are you covered?
Why would I be covered
if I don't go to hospitals?
These scars, they look like gunshot wounds.
What can you tell me about them?
- They're gunshot wounds.
- That's very funny. How did you get them?
A gun.
Tell me about this one.
This? It's nothing. Just some cap
stuck me a few years back.
You didn't get medical help?
I don't have insurance, doc.
Sir...
you just suffered a serious
cardiac arrest.
Your heart stopped beating
for several minutes.
You were certified dead.
Look, we're gonna need to keep you under
observation for at least forty-eight hours.
Our preliminary tests produced
some particularly interesting results
that may be personal to you.
Lying there in the hospital,
I realized something.
I got it all wrong.
I've been a total asshole.
- You on some kind of narcotic, nigger?
- No, I'm being serious.
I got a gift here, man.
I gotta start using it.
Use it for the good. I'm gonna change.
I'm gonna start fighting crime,
not committing it.
- I've been saying that shit for years.
- I know. I wasn't ready to listen, okay?
But lying there with my whole life
flashing in front of me, it came to me.
I'm gonna do whatever it takes for Rex.
No more drinking.
No more weed, pills.
I'm even gonna stop cigarettes.
Pussy, cheating, hustling, stealing.
I'm even thinking
about stopping jerking off.
- Yeah, I wouldn't go that far.
- No...
- Maybe that's a bit too much.
- Yeah, that's too much. Shit.
From this day forward...
I'm going straight, brother.
I am.
Well, alright.
I'll tell you what, I'm with you, Melvin.
Melvin, this is your calling.
What you got is a gift.
It's from the heavens.
So is Rex, brother. So is Rex.
Fuck.
It's okay.
He got the plan inside his hand.
Understand that he's the man.
Each and every time abide the sign.
Press the rewind in your own mind.
Kick it one more time.
Hey, Mel. Can you bend
his mouth to shut up?
See he got the master plan inside his hand
Understand that he's the man, got the plan
Surprise.
- You gotta be kidding me.
- Drink it. It's robiatic.
It's what?
- Healthy.
- You mean macrobiotic.
Whatever, man. Just drink the shit.
It's good for you.
I can't drink this shit, man. I'll start
voting green peace and dating guys.
Alright.
It's good.
You know, I read this book about health.
I put some celery in there.
They said to clean out the lungs,
you know, reduces mucus.
And you'll spit all that tarred-nicotine
from them cigarettes out.
And then I put some ginger in there
that'll clean out the blood stream.
Help get all that alcohol and whatever else
you been putting up your damn nose.
And you gonna piss a lot.
Just understand that.
- But that's a good thing.
- I taste the ginger.
Yeah, it got a little heat on it.
I put some rhubarb in there, too.
- Rhubarb?
- Rhubarb. Yeah.
- What the hell is rhubarb?
- It clears the mind. It's a root.
- I know. Yeah, yeah.
- I ain't put no voodoo or nothing on this.
It's just to clean you out.
Yeah! One more, one more.
Come on, champ.
I care about you, brother.
I wanna see you get better.
I wanna see you do better.
Thanks, buddy.
- We was fourteen?
- We was twelve actually.
Yeah, just about to turn thirteen.
We met in California.
I hadn't seen my boy for some years
and then I come back
and he's able to do
all this stuff like, you know...
make spoons move across the table
and shit like that. You know.
Black people don't usually, you know,
get along with that kinda stuff.
That's why you don't see a lot of black
people at magician shows.
'Cause they think
it's like voodoo and the devil.
Yeah, I remember I called you
and I was like, where's Lucille?
I asked your mom, and she said, Melvin,
he's... he's gone. He's in the military.
- I said, what? What the fuck?
- Slap him. Slap him.
Two peas and a biscuit.
Two peas and a biscuit.
Hit that motherfucker. Drop the bitch.
I left dodging bullets and ending up
dodging more bullets.
And one of them got me.
You have no idea what's in that box
of yours, do you, motherfucker?
That's what I'm talking about.
Muscle memory. Like riding a bike.
You don't know what you're made of
'til you test that heart. Put it to the test.
What he can do around
these neighborhoods, around the world,
around the country with that gift,
could fix a whole lot of shit.
- What the fuck!
- Sorry!
- What the hell just happened?
- Hey, pipe down.
- We're training over here, motherfucker.
- Fuck.
I knew he was paralyzed, you know.
I mean, he told me that.
You know, I didn't quite know
how I was gonna handle it,
but my main thing was I was gonna
treat him as I always treated him.
As my equal, as my friend,
and as my brother.
Fuck. Lucille,
this is some heavy shit, man.
Five more.
It's that green juice, man. That shit
taste nasty, but it's doing something.
It's something else.
It's running through my blood.
It's a new energy.
I don't know what it is. It's scary, man.
Don't be scared of it. Let it flow.
You doing this shit again, ain't you?
See? He can do anything, man. Anything.
That's what I'm talking about, Melvin.
You getting back to yourself.
Look like you did
when you was in your twenties?
That's right.
Stop showing off, motherfucker.
- Are you sure this is the block, or...
- Yeah, man. She come this way all the time.
Wait 'til you see her.
What?
I'm just looking at you.
Is that a problem?
- You looking at me like you don't believe me.
- Of course I believe you.
You said you see her every day,
she's obviously late.
Just give it a little time, man.
Give it a little time.
Something that fine need
a little time. It's like wine.
You know, we could just
come back another day, too.
It's no big deal.
Damn.
I really thought I had a shot
with this one, man.
You may, Luc. Come on. Maybe she's sick.
She's at home. She... You'll find her.
- Man, fuck it, man. Come on. Let's go.
- Really?
- Yeah, man. Fuck it.
- You done?
- What?
- There she is.
Fuck. Which one is she?
The one that don't look
like a water buffalo.
Stop laughing, man. They looking.
They looking. Chill. Chill.
- Hey, ladies, what's cracking?
- What you doing?
Just chilling, baby.
- What's your name, baby girl?
- Yolanda.
- Yolanda. I like that.
- Thank you.
Tell you what, Yolanda.
If I could impress you,
would you let me call you one time?
You gonna impress me?
Knock yourself out.
How the hell you do that?
Walking is the only thing
I can't do, baby. You feel me?
It's 717...
- I'm listening.
- 21...
- 82.
- That's what I'm talking about.
Bye.
I just love watching you walk.
- Stop.
- You look good coming and going.
Thank you.
Did you get the number, man?
I knew your ass was good
for something, motherfucker.
- She is beautiful, Luc.
- I wasn't bullshitting, was it?
Hell no. She's fine.
Man, I'll tell you, I'll wait
out here fifteen hours for that.
Shit, she just looked back.
Don't look. Don't look.
- Alright.
- Just be cool.
We should just peel out of here.
Yeah, she's looking all the way.
- Don't look anxious, right?
- No, we gonna go the opposite way.
- We can't be, you know...
- I'm in there then, shit.
You see that ass? Like a motherfucker.
Shit, I'ma put her ass in a wheelchair.
Shit.
Two years? Jesus.
- Hey.
- Yo!
- Where's the man? Where's Danny?
- He's inside. Let me go get him, brother.
- Danny.
- Yeah?
The boys are here.
Shit.
- Danny boy!
- Motherfuckers.
Welcome home, man.
- Come here, man. God damn.
- What's up, brother?
- Ain't nobody tamper with you, did they?
- No, no, no.
- Mel?
- I'm good. Taking the night off.
- Don't be a pussy, man. Let's drink.
- Yeah. He just got out of the joint.
Hey, the motherfucker's in training.
Won't you two just chill the fuck out?
Just trying to make some changes.
What? It's my first night back, man.
I thought we was gonna roll all night.
- We are, man. I'm hanging!
- You're hanging.
What the fuck you talking about, hanging?
I've been away two years.
You're gonna hang my first night back?
Man, the brother is getting
his life together for Rex.
- No shit.
- Yeah, man.
- You doing it for your boy?
- I am.
Good on you then, brother.
I'm proud of you.
- You're a good man, Mel.
- Yeah.
I, however, am not a fucking good man.
And if I wake up alive tomorrow, I'm gonna
consider this night a motherfucking waste.
I probably won't remember none
of this shit anyway.
- He never remembers shit.
- Don't take too long, guys.
- Come on up.
- I gotta try, man. That's all. I gotta try.
- It's fucking good to see you, brother.
- You too.
- It's good to see you, too, Luc.
- Hell yeah, that's good.
Let's get to seeing some ass right here.
You see that right there?
That's what's good to see. Time to ride.
Hey, what up, homie?
Hey, holla at your boy.
That's what's good. You straight?
You staying out of trouble?
Alright, man. Stay out of trouble, man.
You know what this is?
- I don't know. You tell me.
- It's sober hand.
Okay.
I'm sober.
When I was in the hospital,
I did a lot of thinking.
All the things you were saying.
Lucille's been telling me for years.
And I'm ready.
I'm ready to do some good
in this community.
Is that why you show up to crime scenes and
relieve the suspects of their stolen goods?
Come on, man. That was then, this is now.
I've been through something.
No fucking around. I wanna help you.
Really? Ready to take on
that responsibility?
Yes.
Tell me what you want me to do.
I always knew you'd be the one, Melvin.
Your natural abilities, the shit you can do.
I've known you for years.
It's still amazing.
Hey, what's up, bitches?
That's the shit I'm dealing with
every goddamn day.
You know that motherfucker
peddles rock and smack to kids
not much older than your son.
Yeah, I know.
That's why I'm here.
Thanks, Jimmy.
Thanks for believing in me, buddy.
Be careful with Nathan.
He's a dangerous motherfucker, man.
Alright.
- You ready?
- Yeah, I got this.
- Melvin.
- Shit. I'm sorry, man.
You... you are not as ready
as you think you are.
What the hell you doing here?
What you want?
Where's Nathan at?
You know you don't belong
around here so take your ass home.
Get Nathan down here now.
Say what, now? So you giving me orders?
- Get the fuck out of here before you get hurt.
- I'm not moving.
- Maybe this'll help you.
- Yeah? Go for it. Make your move.
Make your fucking move.
What you got?
You got a piece back there? Bring it.
- Man, how the fuck you do that?
- You tell Nathan I wanna see him.
Anytime, anywhere.
Bunch of fucking pussies, hurting kids.
This is just a small way of saying
welcome to our home, Ryan.
It's Melvin's favorite cake.
I'm really thrilled that he has decided
to make certain positive changes.
- Come on, Mom. Please?
- Mom, that is embarrassing. Stop.
Thank you so much for welcoming me
into your lovely home, Miss Hesper.
Melvin, would you like
to personally greet Ry?
Love to. You hurt my sister,
I'm gonna break your fucking jaw.
- Melvin, language.
- I'm just kidding you, buddy.
Sorry, Ryan, let me just apologize
for my mentally handicapped brother
- who's a total dick.
- Ryan. How hungry are you feeling?
It certainly looks delicious. I'll take
a healthy size piece. Thank you very much.
You do have lovely manners.
I appreciate a young man who knows
how to say please and thank you.
And where's your delightful accent from?
I'm originally from Oklahoma, Miss Hesper.
- Well, please call me Eileen. I insist.
- Stop it.
No, me and the kid's father, we went
up to Oklahoma once. It was...
- What the hell is going on?
- Seriously, can you stop?
And we were in this like yellow Cadillac.
And it was just so much fun.
- What the fuck!
- Ryan, language please.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Stop showing off.
Well, great. Thank you. Thanks, Melvin.
I swear to God, you are such a penis!
What? I thought that went rather well.
I liked him. She liked him.
I'm playing around, Mom. Jesus.
One evening where we could just sit
as a family and have a nice little piece...
Come on. I'm just... Fuck.
Hey, man.
Where the fuck are you going now?
It's Lucille.
What is he?
I don't know.
I have no way of explaining it.
- Where's 167?
- Right there.
Look, Mel, man, you need to leave.
You can't be around us, man.
- How is he?
- How is he?
Nathan walked up and stuck a bullet in him
'cause of something you did, man.
Just walked up and shot
the cat outside my place.
- I'm sorry, Luc. I am so sorry, bro.
- Hey, Mel, listen, man.
If you're really sorry, the best thing
you can do is leave, bro.
- Yeah, just get the fuck it.
- Fuck you, Lyle.
- This is between me and Lucille.
- But it's not between you and Lucille anymore.
It's between all of us. You're the one
who brought us into this thing.
- You need to walk away.
- He's right.
I mean, you started a war
we can't fight, bro.
Hey. Hey!
- Promise me.
- Mel, look what you got us into.
Luc, talk to me.
Let me take care of you, brother.
Get the fuck out, Melvin.
Alright.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Melvin.
Hey, Jimmy.
I thought you were giving up the drink.
Some things change, I guess.
You want a drink?
No.
Gotta get going. Just wanted to say hello.
Alright, Jimmy. Take her easy.
Lucille.
Lucille!
What the fuck you want?
I'm sorry.
Man, keep your damn voice down.
I'm sorry.
You're drunk ain't you, motherfucker?
God damn, Melvin. I'm not talking
to your ass while you're drunk.
- Just let me inside.
- Get the hell away from my house, man.
I'm tired of seeing you like this, bro.
I love you, man.
Yo!
Hey.
What's up, Mel? You look like shit.
- What's going on?
- Just wanna hang, man.
- Who is it?
- It's Melvin.
What does he want? I don't want that
motherfucker, Nathan, showing up here.
Anybody follow you here?
Yeah, these babies.
- How's he look, man?
- He's wasted.
- Really? Did he bring any friends?
- Brought a whole fucking bag full of 'em.
You wanna party, Mel?
- Get your ass up here, man.
- What a fucking privilege.
Fucking A. We got our old Melvin back.
- Let's call someone.
- Hey, man, we'll call lots of people.
Shit.
- I'm happy to see you, man.
- I'm happy to see you, too, brother.
- Did they fuck with you in there?
- A little bit, man.
- Sexually, no?
- Fuck you, man.
I don't know...
If it wasn't for Lucille,
maybe you'd be one of my best friends.
- Fuck being sober!
- To being fucking back.
When are the bitches showing up?
- Fuck all this bullshit.
- Danny, where you going?
I'm putting music on. I gotta pee.
- She was fat.
- No way. She wasn't fat.
Just 'cause a chick got big hips
and a big ass doesn't make her fat.
- If she got fat hips and a fat ass...
- Did you see the size of those fucking tits?
Those are motor boating tits.
Those are good tits.
- Good tits for you.
- You should did her.
It's the reason
why we're running late now.
Fucking liquor store's probably
not even open thanks to you...
Yo, Mel. Is that you, motherfucker?
Kiss my ass, Melvin.
Fuck you, man!
I ain't no bitch!
- Holy shit.
- Yo, let's go!
- Are you hit, man?
- No.
You alright?
- Guys, we gotta get the fuck out of here.
- Just take me to Lucas's.
- Dude, what's wrong, bro?
- It's my heart. Just get me there.
Fuck.
Mel. Mel, this is... this is crazy.
I don't have a clue what I'm looking for.
You really need to see a specialist.
I'll be alright.
- I just need to rest.
- But you're not alright.
The more you're using your abilities,
the more it's hurting you.
Yeah? Thought you said
you weren't a specialist?
Mel, look, I... I wanna help...
but I'm not comfortable with this.
Son of a bitch.
You son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
You about done playing this game,
motherfucker?
Yeah, man.
How's the arm?
I've had worse.
It's good to see you.
Likewise, man.
I worry about you.
Come here, Ma.
Everything's gonna be alright.
Impressed?
- So?
- Brother...
you the only motherfucker I know
that'll turn a Porsche into a Nissan
and still feel good about himself.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Hey.
- How's Lucille holding up?
- He's good. He's doing better.
- That's good.
- Listen...
Just wanted you to know
it's gonna get noisy at C-block later.
You need me?
When you get the call...
ignore it.
I got this.
Thanks, Jim.
Chopin, Vagner, Beethoven, Mozart.
You know what they all have in common?
They're Europeans, man.
I mean, those cats had so much history
and culture to draw from when they wrote.
That's why their concertos
are still amazing to this day.
I mean, listen to that.
The changes, the notes,
the way it prociendos.
It's perfect. I fucking love it.
We're here.
It's hot as a motherfucker out here today.
Alright, man. Let's go.
- Shit.
- What the fuck?
Man, what the fuck, man?
Shit, all the shit's coming out.
Take it and put that shit in there.
Can't have the feds see this, man.
Fuck, man.
Shit!
I know you out here,
you magic motherfucker! Come out!
- You fuck...
- Come on, Melvin!
I know you out there, you magic bitch.
Fuck!
What the fuck, man!
Fuck you!
Fuck you! I'm coming for you, you bitch!
You gonna fuck with me.
Alright, your boys are running now!
- Kiss my ass, Melvin.
- Come on!
Damn.
Fuck!
- Yeah, I like seeing you run.
- Fuck you, man.
Yeah!
- Crazy motherfucker!
- Done, motherfucker.
This is gonna be fun.
Hide and seek time, motherfucker.
I remember playing this when I was a kid.
I love seeing you run.
Here I come!
I heard something happened
to that motherfucker Nathan.
I think he got the message.
I got somewhere I wanna take you.
Where is that?
You gotta know everything.
- Man, I'm playing like a salad up here.
- A what?
A salad. Getting tossed
all over the damn place.
Gotta do something about these roads.
I gotta get me a new set
of legs that work.
Yeah, or a new chair that works.
Ain't nobody gonna buy me
a new chair, my brother.
I'm stuck in this old beat up
raggedy motherfucker for life.
- You ready?
- I been ready.
For me?
Yeah, it's for you.
Look at that. Chrome.
White leather. You even put an "L" on it.
Well, shit! Don't just stand there
like you in a soup line.
Help me in the motherfucking vessel.
- Get that break on.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
- One...
- I got you.
- You got me?
Bang.
Yeah. You got suspension. A cold one.
Look at that, man.
You thought of everything.
- BMX wheels.
- Get that shit out of the way.
- Yeah, let me get rid of this.
- Give it a test drive.
Baby! Look at this thing!
- Hell yeah!
- You like those wheels?
I love these wheels, man.
We can go off-roading with these.
You already know.
I know.
Well, let's go motherfucker.
Push me somewhere. Shit.
Get my roll on. Get my stroll on.
Rolling up with the "L"
on the back of my chair
With no fears, crystal clear, my dear
Here he come, here he come
just having a little fun
And it's only just begun
underneath the sun
Give him some legs,
give him some new wheels
What you say, boy? Coppin' those pills
I'm Lucille, you'll cop a pill
Even though my legs I can't feel
Hi, Doreen.
- Can I talk to you for a second?
- Melvin.
You're breaking the law by being
within one hundred yards of me.
I know. I just need a...
just need a minute.
Melvin, you got ten seconds
to back away before I call the cops.
Call the cops.
I got nothing to lose anymore.
I'm lonely.
That's what happens
when you screw your marriage up.
I just wanna see Rex.
Wanna walk home from school
and see his face. Smell him.
I just want him to know that I'm here in
case something really does happen to me.
How do you sit here and pretend to care
when you're the one who stopped helping
- with his child support?
- I never stopped.
I put money in the bank.
Come on, Mel.
Please let's not play me for the fool.
Doreen.
I got four thousand dollars
in Rex's name right here...
and there's more coming.
I just wanna see my boy.
Just let me walk him home once.
Come on.
I gotta be insane.
Here we go!
- Hey, you.
- Yes?
Where's my little man? Where is he?
I don't see him.
- Here I am!
- Where are you? Hey!
- Daddy, go faster.
- You wanna go faster?
- Alright.
- Yeah.
Well, what do you know.
Well, what do you know, little man.
- We should get...
- I can stand like you. Look.
I can stand like you.
- You hanging on?
- Yeah.
Yeah!
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir! Hallelujah!
Yeah!