[doorbell rings] Rebecca: What are you doing?
Dylan: Getting my package. What does it look like I'm doing?
Rebecca: You don't open the door for strangers.
Dylan: I'm just gonna wait till you're not looking,
then I'm gonna take it anyway.
This thing is heavy. Help me get it inside.
Yasmine: What is going on here? Rebecca: He doesn't listen.
Dylan: I'm sorry I broke the rules,
but the package is from my mom.
Myles: Under no circumstances do you ever open that door
when we're not here.
Yasmine: What is going on?
Myles: It's what his mom sent him.
He's a natural! Dylan: Yeah!
[drumming]
Yasmine: Is he ever gonna stop?
Myles: What?
Yasmine: Is he ever gonna stop?!
Myles: What?
Rebecca: Is he ever going to stop?!
Myles: Oh, hey, honey.
Probably not.
Yasmine: How long has this been going on?
Myles: What?
Yasmine: How long has this been--
Rebecca: How long has this been going on?
Myles: Oh. Hi, again, honey.
About two hours.
Yasmine: It feels like a lifetime.
Myles: Hoo. You're telling me.
I mean, at least you got to leave and go show a house.
I had to stay for the show in this house.
Ah, ooh. Mmm.
I can't take it. I can't take this anymore.
Yasmine: Well, we can't take them from him.
He was so happy when he realized that they were from his mom.
Myles: I know, OK. I saw that.
She hasn't sent him anything. Until now.
Yasmine: Not even a phone call.
Myles: I guess we're just gonna have to try and deal with it.
Yasmine: All right.
Let's just sit and meditate.
Myles: You want to meditate?
Yasmine: Yeah. And block out the noise,
like we did when we bought Charlie those drums.
Come on, sit.
Myles: OK.
[drumming]
This--this ain't working, baby.
Yasmine: Keep trying.
[drumming stops]
Myles: Wow.
Yasmine: You see? It stopped.
Myles: That is amazing.
Yasmine: We should meditate more often.
Myles: Wow. Wait a minute.
What if--what if he's just taking a break?
Dylan: Yo, sorry to interrupt.
Just taking a break. Y'all hear my drumming?
Myles: [sighs] Poughkeepsie can hear you drumming.
Dylan: Who's Poughkeepsie?
Wait, is it that girl that--
Myles: Hey, man, what are you...
What you talking about? What's going on?
Yasmine: Boys, what are you doing in here?
Dylan: Oh, y'all got any baby oil?
'Cause I want to shine my new drum kit.
Ahh! Spice it up.
Myles: Baby oil?
Charlie: Come on, y'all.
We've got to get the kit all smooth.
It--it was something Dylan said.
Yasmine: Go to your room.
Dylan: I'mma remember this.
Yasmine: Uh, you, too, honey.
Charlie: Wow, must be nice for Dylan, having a drum set,
being able to play it, to thrash.
Myles: Oh. Oh. Out, son. Out.
Charlie: To rock! Myles: Out.
Charlie: To roll! [drumming]
Yasmine: Meditate.
Myles: What?!
Rebecca: She said, "Meditate!"
Myles: How does Rebecca keep hearing us?
Yasmine: Why do you just keep hearing Rebecca?
Come on.
[inhales]
[exhales]
Myles: It ain't working, baby.
Yasmine: I know. We're doomed.
We're gonna die.
Myles: We're gonna die
of one thousand drum slaps by young Dylan.
Yasmine: [sobbing]
Rebecca: No!
Charlie: To strike.
Rebecca: No!
[sighs]
No!
Dylan: ♪ There once was a kid from the city of Chi ♪
♪ Ma knew I was important, not a regular guy ♪
♪ Everybody follow me, I'mma take you on a trip ♪
♪ Buckle up, let's go, I'mma getchu all hip ♪
♪ I'm a star, came up from a block in Chi-town ♪
♪ Livin' large, I'm tryna balance school and these bars ♪
♪ Came far, ain't no better feelin' ♪
♪ I tell 'em, "you gon love Young Dylan" ♪
♪ Young Dylan Singers: ♪ Ay! Young Dyl
Dylan: Dylan! ♪ Young Dylan
Singers: ♪ Ay! Young Dyl Dylan: ♪ Ay! Get 'em, Dyl
♪ I tell 'em, "you gon love Young Dylan" ♪
[drumming]
Dylan: [grunts]
Check it.
Rebecca: How long is this gonna go on?
Dylan: Until I get it done.
Rebecca: You do know that this is a mess, right?
Dylan: What do you mean?
Rebecca: You can't play.
Dylan: You're just a hater.
Rebecca: No, I'm a realist.
Tell him, Charlie.
Charlie: Look, I love the drums.
Rebecca: You love anything he does.
Charlie: No, that's not true.
He farts a lot.
And I don't love that.
Rebecca: You two are disgusting.
Charlie: Well, it's true.
Rebecca: Dylan!
Dylan: Yo!
Rebecca: Stop it, and stop it now.
I cannot take this.
Dylan: Come on, my mom bought me these.
Rebecca: I know that.
Dylan: I mean, she never sends me anything,
so this means she's been really thinking about me,
and I'm gonna learn her favorite drum solo
so I can play it when she comes.
Rebecca: Hey, she's not coming.
Dylan: Yes, she is.
Rebecca: No, she's not, so you can stop playing.
Dylan: She is coming, and I'll be ready when she comes.
Rebecca: What is wrong with you?
Dylan: No, what is wrong with you?
You're just jealous that I have all this talent
and all you have is-- Rebecca: Natural beauty.
Dylan: If you say so.
Rebecca: So you will stop playing.
I can't get my beauty rest with all this racket.
Dylan: I will stop playing when I'm done rehearsing.
Rebecca: This is impossible!
Dylan: Yes, you are.
Rebecca: I'm going to my room.
Dylan: Good, so you can leave me alone.
Mmm! Mmm!
Rebecca: Aah! Aah!
[both shouting]
[hits cymbal]
Charlie: Don't worry about her, man.
Your mom will come.
Go ahead, play your heart out.
Dylan: Man, I wish you had a kit.
Charlie: I used to, but I had to give them away
to a little drummer boy.
Dylan: Did your mom and dad tell you that?
Charlie: Yeah.
Dylan: And you believed them?
Charlie: Yeah, he needed them for Christmas.
Dylan: Well, too bad.
Here. You can play with mines.
Charlie: Thanks, man.
Dylan: Let's go!
Charlie: Yeah!
Dylan: ... Both: , , , . Let's go.
Dylan: Hey! Hey!
Let's go! Hey!
Yeah! Yeah!
Charlie: Yay! Dylan: Ahh! Ahh!
[drumming]
Yasmine: [sobbing]
Myles: I can't believe she sent him drums.
Yasmine: Well, if you can't believe it, just listen.
Myles: Why would she do that?
Mmm.
Yasmine: I think I have an idea why.
Myles: [sighs]
Yasmine: Look at that note.
Myles: "Dear, Myles, Mom told me
that you have taken my son in." Yes.
"Here's a little something to say thank you."
Yasmine: That is so not right.
Myles: Yeah. No, it's not.
And she doesn't mean that.
Yasmine: Obviously.
Myles: No. No, the note goes on to say,
"I really don't mean that."
[drumming]
I got a headache. Oh, gosh.
Yasmine: You and me both.
Myles: OK, OK.
Yasmine: My tooth is starting to hurt.
Myles: We gotta do something.
Yasmine: You're right. Myles: But what? What do we...
Yasmine: You had the suggestion.
Myles: No, no. Yasmine: You--
Rebecca: Mom!
Yasmine: Hi, honey.
Myles: Hey, babe.
Rebecca: Really?
Yasmine: Really, what?
Rebecca: You don't hear that?
Yasmine: No.
You hear anything? I don't hear anything, honey.
Myles: Hmm. Nope.
I don't hear a thing.
Wait. Wait a minute.
Nope. Nope, don't hear a thing. Yeah.
Rebecca: Come on, guys.
Myles: [sighs] OK. OK, OK, we're sorry. We're sorry.
Rebecca: How am I supposed to live like this?
Myles: We'll figure it out.
Rebecca: Well, I know how to figure it out.
Myles: Ok, well, what do you suggest?
Rebecca: Go and take them from him.
Yasmine: We can't do that.
Rebecca: Mom. Dad.
They're never gonna stop on their own.
Charlie and Dylan: Yeah!
Dylan: Uhh. Let's stop playing for a minute.
I need to rest my arm.
Charlie: What?
Yasmine: You see? It stopped.
Rebecca: Only for a minute until his hands get rested.
Myles: Really? 'Cause, I mean, was it that bad, honey?
Rebecca: Are you not hearing the same thing that I'm hearing?
Myles: OK. All right. Seriously, though,
I need you to be a little more sensitive.
Rebecca: [fake laughs] To what?
My eardrums were sensitive before he got those drums.
Y'all want me to go deaf by the ripe old age of ?
Yasmine: OK.
Rebecca: I mean, how long is this gonna go on?
Yasmine: We don't know. Myles: Yeah.
Rebecca: Well, you have to do something.
I'm trying to do my homework, and I can't concentrate.
Myles: OK, honey, we will do something. We'll do something.
Rebecca: When?
Myles: Your mom and I were just discussing that now.
Rebecca: I mean, in all common sense,
who buys a kid some drums?
Myles: It was her idea-- Yasmine: Oh!
Myles: But, you know, we bought your brother some drums.
Rebecca: Yeah, well, those were toys.
Myles: I know, and we got rid of them.
Charlie: Wait. Myles: Oh.
Ahh! Yasmine: Honey.
[groans]
Dylan: I still can't believe he fell for that.
Yasmine: OK, out. Myles: Out.
Yasmine: Out! Myles: Out of here.
Rebecca: [sighs]
Yasmine: That's it. Those drums are gone.
We need to get started on operation
get those drums the heck out of here.
Rebecca: All right, now you see what I'm saying.
Yasmine: Yeah. Myles: Whoo-hoo.
Like when you take charge, honey.
Yasmine: Focus. Myles: Focus.
Yasmine: Focus. Myles: Focus.
Myles: OK, so what are we gonna do?
Yasmine: OK.
We're gonna get rid of them.
Myles: Yeah.
The kids or the drums?
Rebecca: That's what I was saying.
Yasmine: We have to be really smart about this.
Rebecca: No, we don't.
Just go in there and take them.
Myles: Ok, calm down, Rambo.
How would you like it if we took an instrument from you?
Rebecca: You did,
when I was trying to play the clarinet.
Yasmine: Ooh, we took Rebecca's clarinet, Charlie's drums,
and now this.
Baby, do we hate music?
Myles: No.
No, no, no, no, no. We don't-- no, that's not what it was.
Ok, look, Rebecca.
We just thought you were so much better at cheerleading.
Rebecca: ♪ You're absolutely right ♪
Now can we get rid of those drums?
Yasmine: We're gonna talk to him.
Rebecca: Can it be today?
Before the "neighbors" call the police?
Yasmine: What is this? What are you doing?
Rebecca: What? The neighbors are gonna call the police.
Yasmine: Don't call the cops on your cousin.
Rebecca: Look, I know his mom sent them
and he's all sentimental saying that she's coming and all,
but I told him to knock it off.
Yasmine: OK, what did he say?
Rebecca: He said he was practicing for when his mom comes,
but I told him she wasn't coming.
Myles: Wait, hey. Whoa. Why would you say that?
Rebecca: What? She's not coming.
I heard Grandma say that.
Myles: OK, well, you shouldn't say things like that.
Rebecca: What? It's the truth.
Kids shouldn't tell the truth now?
Yasmine: Well, honey, it's not very nice.
And he misses his mom.
Rebecca: You think so?
Yasmine: I know so.
Myles: Rebecca, wouldn't you miss us if we left?
Rebecca: Do I have to answer that right now?
Myles: Really?
Yasmine: Rebecca.
Rebecca: I'm thinking.
Myles: Wow.
Rebecca: That's a lot of pressure here.
Yasmine: Uhh.
Rebecca: Ok. Yeah, fine. I guess.
I'd miss you.
Myles: OK.
So go show him some sympathy.
Yasmine: This is really hard on him.
Rebecca: He doesn't act like it.
Yasmine: What do you mean?
Rebecca: He's out there, banging the drums,
joking, rapping all the time.
Yasmine: Oh, honey. Myles: Yeah.
Sometimes people
don't know how to show that they're unhappy.
Yasmine: Yeah.
Rebecca: Ohh.
Like when you and Dad are having an argument.
You sit over here like...
[sighs]
And Dad sits over here like... [sobbing]
Myles: Get your daughter. Get your daughter.
Yasmine: That's--that's your daughter.
Myles: Look, Rebecca. Rebecca: Uhh.
I get it. I will try and be more "understanding."
Yasmine: Thank you.
Myles: That's "all we ask."
Rebecca: But you do know you're asking a lot
with these drums, right?
Yasmine: If it makes you feel any better,
we're all in this together.
Rebecca: Fyi, it does not make me feel any better!
[knock on door]
Mom! Dad!
[drums playing]
Really?
Myles: What?
[door closes]
Rebecca: How much longer?
Yasmine: We don't know.
Rebecca: You know what, I can't.
Myles: OK, wait, wait.
We'll just give him like another hour.
Rebecca: OK.
Myles: Thank you for being so understanding.
Rebecca: Yeah. Sure.
Dylan: Young Dylo.
Let's go. Let's go!
Big move. Uhh!
Yo!
Rebecca: We need to talk.
Dylan: Give me my sticks back.
Rebecca: Not until we talk.
Dylan: You don't need to talk to me.
You already said some hurtful things.
Rebecca: I'm sorry. Dylan: For what?
Rebecca: For what I said.
Dylan: You don't even know what you said.
Rebecca: I said that your mom wasn't coming.
Dylan: And?
Rebecca: And that you have no talent.
Dylan: Give me my sticks.
Rebecca: Look, I'm sorry, OK? You do have talent.
Dylan: You don't think I do.
Rebecca: Yes, I do.
Dylan: You just want me to stop playing.
Rebecca: Look, I think you're very talented as a rapper.
Dylan: Well, I know that.
Rebecca: But not as a drummer.
At least not right now.
Dylan: I can get it.
Rebecca: I know, but I haven't been able to sleep
for the past two days.
Dylan: And tell me, how's that my problem?
Rebecca: Well, I guess it's not.
Dylan: Then what is it?
Rebecca: Look, you're already so great at rapping.
Little rap genius.
If you focus on that for now, you're bound to shine,
and I'm bound to sleep.
Dylan: But my mom bought this for me.
Rebecca: Look, I know you miss her,
and she will come, and when she comes,
I think you should impress her with your rap game.
Not your drum game.
Whoever heard of the drum game?
Dylan: I've been looking it up.
There are mad dope drummers.
Ever heard of Scuggs Belchman?
Rebecca: No. And I wish you hadn't.
Dylan: I can even be the first rap drummer.
You ever heard of that?
Rebecca: I haven't.
Yes, you could.
But maybe try it down the road.
When I'm .
And moved out.
And married to Zuri.
Did i--did I say that out loud?
Dylan: Yup. But I hear you.
My skills aren't there yet.
And I appreciate you coming to me.
Artists need folks to give them honest feedback,
otherwise you'll turn into Scuggs Belchman.
That dude went into sculpting.
It was a mess.
Rebecca: Oh, my gosh.
Dylan: Yep.
Rebecca: Well, Dylan, I believe in you.
Dylan: You're pretty cool.
Rebecca: Thank you. I try.
Dylan: No, thank you, cuz.
♪ For the love and advice, trying to get my life right ♪
♪ I be stacking paper in the night ♪
♪ I'm a lover, not a fighter, not a drummer yet ♪
♪ But I'm a writer, Young D got you amazed, son ♪
♪ He don't need no pen 'cause he's sick with the freestyles ♪
Rebecca: See, little rap geni...
What is this?
Dylan: My bad. It's baby oil.
Yeah, I don't really know what I was thinking.
I'm sorry.
[music playing]
[knock on door]
Rebecca: Mom! Dad!
Yasmine: We can't hear you.
[banging]
Yasmine: Ohh... Rebecca: Mom!
Dad!
Myles: [groans]
Yasmine: [groans]
Yes?!
Rebecca: Listen.
Myles: We were trying not to listen.
Rebecca: I fixed it.
Myles: What do you mean you fixed it?
Rebecca: Do you hear anything?
Yasmine: What did you do to your cousin?
Rebecca: Nothing.
Myles: What did you say to him?
Rebecca: I said that he's so great at rapping,
he should focus on that for now.
Myles: Wow. That's good.
Rebecca: Yes, I know.
Yasmine: And that's what he's doing?
Rebecca: Yep. He's out of the drumming game...for now.
Myles: Wow. Yasmine: Hmm.
Myles: Why didn't we think of that?
Rebecca: Oh, because you're too old.
Yasmine: Watch it, little girl.
Rebecca: Well, now that it's quiet,
I'm gonna go finish my homework.
Yasmine: Good for you. Myles: Yeah.
So proud of you, honey.
For now.
Rebecca: Thank you?
[drumming]
Yasmine: I guess "for now" didn't last long.
Myles: And we gave Rebecca so much praise.
[knock on door]
Yasmine: Dylan.
Dylan: Yo, I just wanted to return this baby oil.
Yeah, it was a bad idea, man.
Yasmine: But if you're here,
then who's...