02x20 - Rap Dreams Do Come True

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Young Dylan". Aired: February 29, 2020 – present.*
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Young Dylan is an aspiring hip-hop artist who lives with his aunt & uncle.
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02x20 - Rap Dreams Do Come True

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- ♪

- Dylan, this was in the mailbox.

It's addressed to you from Stanky Stanley Productions.

- Yes! Gimme, gimme!

- Maybe we should try this again.

- Mom, he's just excited.

He sent his demo out to a bunch of record labels

and producers.

- Yes, and I've been rejected more than Uncle Myles

in a pick-up basketball game.

- I really should stop blocking his sh*ts.

- [audience laughing]

- YASMINE: Here you go.

- I have a good feeling about this one, you guys.

Yup, smells like victory.

- [audience laughing]

- sh*t failed.

Well, I guess I'll put this with the rest.

- Ah yeah, Dylan, about that, there's no more room.

- Chuckles, don't you think you're exaggerating a little?

It's not like I received that many rejection letters.

- Well, watch out.

- [grunting]

- Dylan!

[giggling] Are you okay?

- [audience laughing]

- [grunting]

Well, okay.

I had a few more rejection letters than I remembered.

But no worries, I'll just put this in my basket.

Woah.

This is a lot of rejection letters.

- I know.

You'd think they could just email you a "no".

It'd be way better for the environment.

- Sweetie, I just want to make sure you're okay with all this.

- You know what, Mama Yaz?

I am.

There's still a few more people I'm waiting to hear back from.

And I know one of them will want to sign me.

- I believe it too.

- I'll just put this in my desk.

- [exclaiming]

- Okay, okay.

- 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 get you all hip ♪

♪ I'm a star, came up from a block in Chi-Town ♪

♪ Living large, I'm trying to balance school and these bars ♪

♪ Came far, ain't no better feeling ♪

♪ I tell 'em, you gonna love Young Dylan ♪

♪ Young Dylan

♪ Ay, Young Dylan

♪ Young Dylan

♪ I tell 'em you gon' love Young Dylan ♪♪

- ♪ - [bell ringing]

- Good morning class.

Unfortunately, Ms. DuBois won't be here all week,

so I'm gonna be your substitute teacher.

- You look familiar, do I know you?

- Doubt it. This is my first day.

My last school let me teach...

Well, they made me teach somewhere else.

- So you got fired?

- [chuckles]

Well class, let's begin, shall we?

Open up your math books.

- Excuse me? - MR. BATTLE: Uh?

- This is world history.

- Oh, I can do that too.

- [audience laughing]

- My name is Mr. Battle.

That's B to the A to the double T

mixed with a L and E.

- Only rappers rap-spell their names like that.

I know I know this dude.

- Let's break down World w*r II.

Can anyone tell me why they were beefin'?

Seriously?

Seriously, seriously?

I can't find it nowhere in this book.

- Battle? Rap? Beef?

Great Scott-La-Rock!

You're MC Battle Rap!

When you were a kid, you and Lil Lil Shortie

were in the group the Fresh Boys.

- I don't think so.

- You guys only came out with one song.

But then you left the group for some reason,

and Lil Lil Shortie went solo.

- I didn't leave the group!

Lil Shortie lied and took all the credit for that song

and broke up the group and I got dropped from the label.

I mean, sorry guys, can we get back to history, please?

- So why didn't you just find a different label to sign you?

- Are we gonna do this right now?

- Yes. - Fine.

I stopped trying to be a rapper in the music industry

because it's filled with backstabbers

like Lil Lil Shortie.

So I finished high school, went off to college,

and became a teacher.

- Hey, I'm a rapper, too, and you're right,

it's hard out there.

But you can't just give up on your dream.

- I got out.

And I advise you to do the same thing

before it happens to you as well.

- I'm never giving up.

I'mma be a star.

- MR. BATTLE: Well then.. Well that's good for you then, man.

Well, if we can, get back to history?

I'm dying to find out how this w*r ended.

Alright. Wooh.

- I bet if I get Mr. Battle back into rapping

and he blows up, he'll so grateful

that he'll put me on one of his tracks.

- Thus launching the Young Dylan Rap era!

We should hurry up 'cuz he's a terrible teacher.

- [audience laughing]

- Yo, did y'all know we won the w*r?

You learn something new every day!

[laughs]

- Viola, you were right.

This coffee cake was delicious.

Thank you so much for bringing it over.

- [chuckling]

Well, this is your third piece,

that's enough for you.

- [audience laughing]

- Here you go, baby.

- Thank you, Mom.

- Dad, can you sign this permission slip

so that I can bring home our class pet,

Scarlett Jo-Hamster?

- No, baby.

- But, Dad!

- Honey, okay, no.

That's a no.

- Myles, that's Charlie.

And you'd know that if you had your glasses on.

- Wait, Dad wears glasses?

- [audience laughing]

- What other secrets have you been hiding from me, Father?

- His eyesight keeps getting worse lately

and he refuses to wear his glasses.

- Yes, Mom, I do. You know why?

Because they make me look like bug man. See?

- Then you could just wear your temporary ones.

They were flashy.

- Yeah, yeah, but they're a little too flashy.

And I just happened to accidentally misplace them.

So, you know, it's all good.

- Yeah, in my trashcan.

Luckily I found them for you.

- Thanks, Mom.

But these are even worse.

- YASMINE: You're being vain. - I, you know what?

I don't even need glasses, look at that.

Hey, everybody. Hey, kids. Hey, Mom.

See, I can see y'all.

See, my eyesight fixed itself.

Can somebody please get me some sugar for my coffee?

Thank you.

Need no glasses, sh**t.

I can see just fine.

Thank you, dear.

You are a godsend.

Amazing.

Yes.

- Whoa, Mom!

Did you do that on purpose?

- Sure did.

If your dad refuses to wear his glasses,

then he's gonna have to deal with the consequences

and learn his lessons.

- I ain't got to take this.

No, I'mma, I'm go on down to the coffee shop

where I can have me a salt-free coffee in peace.

Thank you very much. Excuse me. Good to see you, kids.

- It's chilly.

You're gonna need your hat.

- Thank you, Mama.

I appreciate you.

- And don't forget your coat, kind of windy out there.

- I appreciate you, Mama. You know what?

I know you love me.

You always got my back.

See, this is what I'm talking about,

at least somebody is watching out for me

and not out here making me look goofy.

Salt. - VIOLA: Love you, baby.

- [audience laughing]

- Coffee.

- Okay.

- And that's how Marie Curie discovered radium.

- Slow down. I can't write that fast.

- [audience laughing]

- [bell ringing]

- Class dismissed!

- Mr. Battle. - Sup?

- Someone with your rap skills should be making music.

- And someone with your teaching skills

should not be teaching.

- Look, why should Lil Lil Shortie have all the fame

and fortune?

- Yeah, he's somewhere on a yacht,

not messing up children's educations.

That should be you.

- Well, I've been writing a lot of lyrics lately.

Studio sessions cost money.

Money I don't have.

- Well, I do have a studio in my garage.

You could record there.

- At a discounted price.

- For free.

- As your manager, I feel as though we should have

discussed that.

- So, what do you say?

- Okay, I'm in.

Teaching was never really my thing anyway.

- Yes, we know!

- I'm going to go tell Principal Matthews I quit.

- Oh, I already took the liberty of writing you

a lovely resignation letter.

I even misspelled some words, so he'll believe you wrote it.

- Perfect.

- ♪

- [audience laughing]

- Okay, what's with the creepy smile?

- Nothing.

- Okay.

- Okay, I just got Dad to sign the permission slip

to bring Scarlett Jo-Hamster home.

- What?!

How'd you do that?

- Well, since he won't wear his glasses,

I told him that it was a petition to bring back

his favorite TV show.

And besides, I'm just doing what Mom

and Grandma were doing, teaching him a lesson.

It's for his own good.

- It seems like it's for your own good.

- Either you could turn me in,

or you put on Dad's favorite hoodie.

You know, the one he says you can never wear

'cuz you'll stain it.

- Which is ridiculous.

I lick all the food off of my clothes before they stain.

Well, if it will help Dad, then I guess it's okay.

- ♪

- This place is nice. Dylan,

Thank you so much, little bro for letting me use your studio.

- You ready to record? - I think so.

Um, here are the beats, I made 'em myself.

I wrote the lyrics too.

It took me a minute, but I think they're good.

- Aight.

- Battle, battle, battle, rap.

Battle, battle, battle, rap.

Battle, battle, battle, rap, uh.

Battle, rap, uh, battle, rap.

- Is that all he's gonna say?

- I don't know.

- I think it was bro.

- Yeah, it was something alright.

- How are things going?

- Not so good.

It's my demo, they just wrote back "no".

This day just keeps getting worse.

- Did your recording session go bad with Mr. Battle?

- I mean, yes.

He's horrible.

I wonder why Lil Lil Shortie

broke up the group and went solo.

- Can't be that bad.

You can be kind of a perfectionist

when it comes to music.

- Listen for yourself!

He said this one is what he performed

at the Falcons' halftime show.

- MR BATTLE: ♪ I don't have time

♪ 'Cause this my halftime rap

♪ Halftime, it's my halftime rap ♪

♪ I don't have time 'cause it's my halftime rap ♪

- I don't know, it's kind of catchy.

- No offense, but he only says two words

the entire three-minute song.

- Oh, yeah, that could be a problem.

- Mr. Battle said when he blew up

he'll help me get signed.

How's he gonna do that when he's terrible?!

- I think you should be honest with him.

- He might not take it well.

- He can't be that sensitive.

- MR BATTLE: [crying] ♪ This my sensitive rap

♪ Sensitive, sensitive, this my sensitive rap ♪

[crying]

- I stand corrected.

- Man, this dude started from the bottom

and he's still down there.

- Well, maybe you can help improve his rap,

which will help you out.

- You're right, I'm incredibly talented.

- That's not what I said.

- I think it was.

Thanks, Mama Yaz!

I think I know what I'm gonna do.

- YASMINE: Alright.

- ♪

- Woohoo hoo, sweet.

You can plug it in right over there.

- Charlie, what is that?

- I rented an arcade game.

Dad said I couldn't spend my chore money on it before.

But I did anyway.

- Charlie, this is too much.

You're going to ruin this for us.

You gotta tell the guy to take all the stuff back before--

- MYLES: Hey. Kids?

Those two blurry blobs moving around,

that's you right?

- Uh, yup. It's us, Dad.

- Well, I've got a confession to make.

- Dad, are you okay?

- Yup, I'm fine.

As I was saying, you know how I said

I don't need glasses?

Yeah, well I think your mom and your grandma were right.

- No, they weren't.

- Superheroes don't wear glasses.

- Yeah, I know, I know.

But I just spent minutes out back

trying to unlock the backdoor.

Turns out it was the neighbor's backdoor.

So please hand me my glasses.

- ♪

- MYLES: What was that? - It's a--

- An arcade game! - Sorry, a what?

- It's an arcade game ringtone on my phone.

It's just Bethany texting me.

- Baby, is this for your mom or is that for me?

- Crush-- - My glasses, please.

- No one, it's for no one!

- What is wrong with you?

- Here you go.

Oh man, what a butterfingers I am.

- I'll get it for you.

- Thank you--

- Oh, man.

Me and my two left feet.

- Well, great.

There goes my glasses.

- So sorry, Dad.

- That's alright.

- ♪

- Hey honey, you should get back with Bethany,

sounds important.

- Sure thing, Dad.

- You're telling me that my rhymes are worse

than my teaching?

- I know it's hard to believe, but yes.

- So much for a comeback.

- Oh, but listen.

I could still help you.

- Really?

- I've got a b*at for you and I wrote some rhymes.

Aight, look at this.

Let me demonstrate.

Aight, ready?

♪ They thought I couldn't do it ♪

♪ Now I'm back with another one ♪

♪ Popping like I caught the whole class ♪

♪ Chewing bubble gum

♪ Ya idol, your highest title, I came to take it ♪

♪ I went from grading papers every day to making paper ♪

♪ I'm teaching and I'm dreaming ♪

♪ So you know I keep on praying ♪

♪ They vote me as they favorite 'cause they got me ♪

♪ On they playlist

- You want me to say all those words?!

- Listen, I know it's a lot for you.

But trust me, I know you can do it if you just try.

- It's a lot.

- I know, but you got this, man.

- I guess it won't hurt, man. - Yeah.

- Guess it won't hurt. - Aight. Let's do this.

- ♪ They thought I couldn't do it ♪

♪ But I'm back with another one ♪

♪ Popping like I caught the whole class ♪

♪ Chewing bubble gum

♪ Ya idol, the highest---

- No, no, no, cut that, cut that, cut that.

Come on, give me some swag.

Put some confidence in yourself.

Look, look, look, look at this.

♪ I'm teaching and I'm dreaming ♪

♪ So you know I keep on praying ♪

♪ They vote me as they favorite 'cause they got me ♪

♪ On they playlist - Yeah!

- Let's go, you got this, man. Confidence.

Let's go, I may even put my headphones on for this one.

Let's go.

- ♪ They thought I couldn't do it ♪

♪ But I'm back with another one ♪

♪ Popping like I caught the whole class ♪

♪ Chewing bubble gum

♪ Ya idol, the highest title, I came to take it ♪

♪ I went from grading papers everyday to making paper ♪

♪ I'm teaching and I'm dreaming ♪

♪ So I had to keep on praying

♪ That I'm voted as the favorite 'cause they got me ♪

♪ On they playlist Yes! Woo!

- Yes, sir! - MR BATTLE: Yes!

- That's Mr. Battle!

- Can you believe I said all these lyrics on this page, man?

- Umm, that was just the first verse.

Turn that page.

- You know, these past few days have been magical.

- I know, right?

- VIOLA: Hey, babies.

Charlie, I know that's not your father's favorite hoodie,

the one you're not allowed to touch?

- [squeaking]

- Rebecca, I know you didn't bring this hamster home

after your dad said no.

- Grandma, this is all for Dad's own good.

- Well, is this arcade game for Dad's own good too?

- Look Grandma, we're just doing

what you and Mom did, teaching Dad a lesson

about wearing his glasses.

- No, what you're doing is taking advantage of him.

Myles, get your butt downstairs!

- What's up, Mom?

- Put on these glasses and see what your children are doing.

- Charlie, I know that's not my favorite hoodie

which you are not allowed to touch!

And oh my God, oh, oh!

Please tell me that's not...

Are those ice cream stains?!

- Would it help if I said there's some ketchup

mixed in there too?

Didn't think so.

- [audience laughing]

- [squeaking]

- Rebecca, tell me that is not your class pet

in that cage over there.

- It's not my class pet in the cage?

- You're taking that thing back first thing in the morning.

And you two are grounded for a week.

- What?! - MYLES: Yes.

- I really can't take looking at my beautiful baby boy

with those big old spectacles on his face.

Mama's gonna get you some contacts.

- Thank you, Mama.

- But before we leave. - Sup?

- [camera clicking] - Ha, ha.

This is gonna be my new holiday picture.

- [audience laughing]

- Mama, come on.

No you-you. Ooh, you!

Mama, you got to delete that. Okay, you can't--

- ♪ Everybody know how I did it, how I got it ♪

♪ But they just wanna know what kind of Ford ♪

♪ That I'm driving in

- I see you're busy at work.

- Yeah, working on my new single.

I don't know if you know this, but the song I made

for Mr. Battle got downloaded like crazy.

He's blowing up right now, which means

I'm about to blow up.

- I think you need to see something.

- MR BATTLE: Everybody want to know about it,

and how I came up with it.

And I'll be honest, I don't even know.

I'm that good!

I'm back, baby.

Mwah, mwah.

- He didn't mention me at all?

But he told the record label that it was my track.

They'll be calling any minute, right?

- I'm sorry, Dylan.

- Man, Mr. Battle warned me that the music biz

was full of backstabbers.

I just never thought he was one of them.

- We're gonna get through this, Dylan.

- It's not just this.

All I've gotten back from my demo are rejections.

I think, I think I'm done.

- Wait. What do you mean you're done?

- With my dream of being a rapper.

- [phone ringing]

- Who's that?

- I don't know.

Might be my mother.

It has a Chicago area code on it,

she probably got a new phone or something.

[gasps]

- Chance the Rapper?!

- CHANCE: Yo.

- You're not my mom!

- No. No, I'm not. Are you Young Dylan?

- Um, he is I.

I mean, I am he.

I'm sorry.

Yes, I am Young Dylan.

Sorry, I'm just a big fan of yours.

- Uh, I'm a really big fan of yours actually.

Battle Rap sent me your demo.

It was really good.

- He did?

I thought he just stabbed me in the back

and forgot all about me.

[sighs]

So, I know you want to sign me.

- Easy, slow down.

Look, you're talented.

You don't need me to sign you.

Own your own stuff, build your own team

and just keep at it.

- Young Dylan is a thing of the past.

- [groaning] - Oh word?

I'm sorry to hear that.

- Don't listen to her.

I'm still in it to win it.

- Good, man.

Keep your head up, yo.

I'm gonna keep looking out for you.

And hit me up in a couple of years for a feature.

- I will, for sure.

Thanks for putting that fire back in me.

- Okay, bet. Peace.

- [chuckling]

Mama Yaz.

- YASMINE: [giggling]

- Chance the Rapper just called me!

- Yes!

[giggling]

- Alright. Now, if you'll excuse me.

I have to work on my demo.

- Oh, really?

Well, I'm happy you changed your mind.

And you should never let someone else stop you

from pursuing your dreams.

- Yeah, I won't.

And if I can help a terrible rapper like Mr. Battle

get signed with one of my songs,

I can sure do the same for myself.

- [giggling]

Yeah.

- ♪ Everybody know how I did it, how I got it ♪

♪ But they just wanna know what kind of Ford ♪

♪ That I'm driving in

Lambo, Ford, BMW?

- ♪

- [yelling] - YASMINE: Yes!

- MYLES: Watch out, watch out, watch out!

- BOTH: [laughing]

- Making me sit here watching you play my game is just cruel!

- No, it's not.

Just part of your punishment.

- Can't I just go to my room?

- No!

- Why?

- I told you.

It looks like Charlie.

- BOTH: [laughing]

- [Nickelodeon theme]

- ♪
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