Myles: dylan. You're about to miss family...
Rebecca, yasmine, and charlie: fun day.
Myles: we get together, we do things as a family.
Dylan: that's nice. Do you.
This ain't gonna work out.
I don't wanna stay here anymore.
Myles: uh, dylan? Dylan: young dylan.
Myles: excuse you?
Dylan: man, I'm in the game.
And you know what they say about the rap game.
Myles: what did he say about the rap game?
Dylan: rapping makes me happy.
It's what I'm meant to do.
Myles: if we promise to give you time
To pursue what you love, will you stay with us?
Put your hands together... [All cheering]
Myles: ...for young dylan.
Dylan: ♪ been on my grind for a long time ♪
♪ I'm not gonna stop ♪
You see?
Next time they try to put
That smiley stuff on your plate,
You tell 'em.
"Look, I'm grown.
"You ain't gotta trick me into eatin'.
I stay eatin'."
Charlie: huh. I always kinda liked it.
Dylan: bro, you can't let your parents
Run your hustle like that.
They think they in charge, but they not.
For example, they think I'm going to school today.
Charlie: wait, you're not?
Dylan: boom. You get it.
Charlie: I stay gettin' it.
Dylan: something like that.
What was that?
Charlie: my dad.
[Myles humming]
Whoo!
Whoo!
Bethany: is rebecca here?
Myles: uh, she better be. You're here early.
Bethany: sorry. But this is an emergency.
Yasmine: is everything all right?
Bethany: yes. I just need to see her.
Yasmine: okay. The bus will be here soon,
But go on. She's in her room.
Bethany: this will only take a second.
Myles: what's that about?
Yasmine: tween stuff.
Myles: oh.
Charlie: dad! The bacon!
Myles: oh. [Blowing]
[Coughing]
You like yours cajun? Wait a second.
[Coughs] [clears throat]
[Gasps] [dylan screams]
No.
Myles: I wasn't scared.
I want you to know I wasn't even scared.
Dylan: you know you was. Myles: no.
What are you doing?
I'm not even gonna ask. You gotta go get ready
For school, okay? Because the meeting
With the principal first thing this morning to get registered.
A meeting which I set up all by myself, thank you.
Dylan: look. I'm more of a home-school kid.
Myles: no. You were a home-school kid.
Now you're a school-school kid.
Dylan: yo, just hear me out.
Myles: no. I won't.
Go get ready.
Dylan: are you sure you want me to do that, man?
Myles: I don't know how many other ways I can tell you.
Dylan: look at my face, man.
This pain. [Cries]
Myles: ooh, that's good.
That's really gonna help with your rap career.
Dylan: how you gonna turn that around on me?
Myles: I'mma tell you one more time.
Go get dressed.
Dylan: okay. And if I don't?
Myles: you'll never be able to get dressed again.
Dylan: all right. You--you win, you win.
I guess you're not a morning person.
♪ 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 ♪ singer: ♪ ay! Young dylan! ♪
Dylan: ♪ young dylan ♪ singer: ♪ ay! Young dylan! ♪
Dylan: ♪ I tell 'em, "you gon' love young dylan" ♪
[Music]
Rebecca: where did you find these?
Bethany: jillian and ellie posted them
On their qwikgram account.
Rebecca: I still cannot believe that they got
An account together.
Bethany: will you focus?
What are you missing in these pictures?
Rebecca: I don't know. They don't look
That great to me.
Bethany: they have on makeup.
You know what that means?
Rebecca: yeah, I do. They have on makeup.
Bethany: not that.
The boys will be looking at them more than they'll be
Looking at us.
Rebecca: bethany, we are beautiful the way we are.
Bethany: you're kidding, right?
Rebecca: look, all I need is some lip gloss.
Bethany: I know that for you, but I need--
Rebecca: the same. You are beautiful.
Bethany: not like them.
Rebecca: who cares about them?
So look at me and look at you.
Selfie time, girl.
[Camera snapping]
Both: model face.
Rebecca: duck face. Bethany: mmm.
Rebecca: no.
We do look kind of plain.
Bethany: see?
Rebecca: we have to figure something out.
Bethany: finally, you're listening.
I'm gonna go home and see what I can think of.
I'll see you on the bus.
Rebecca: okay.
Bethany: what are you gonna do?
Rebecca: I'm gonna put on my lip gloss but try and
Mix it with some of my mom's lipstick.
Bethany: ooh, that's a good one.
But won't your parents notice?
Rebecca: no. They won't notice.
They've been too distracted with that dylan thing.
Bethany: what? What's the dylan thing?
Rebecca: don't worry about it.
Myles: hey girls. The bus will
Be here any minute.
Bethany: sorry, mr. Myles. I was just leaving.
Myles: everything okay?
Bethany: crisis averted.
Myles: ooh.
Hey, have you seen dylan?
Rebecca: what?
Myles: dylan.
Rebecca: huh?
Myles: dylan.
Rebecca: oh, oh. Who?
Myles: just get your stuff and come on.
Come on.
Charlie: mom, you're not listening.
You don't have to trick me into eatin'.
I stay eatin'.
Yasmine: that's nice, baby.
Whatever that means.
Myles: hey. Uh, anybody seen dylan?
Oh. Rebecca.
Rebecca, have you seen...turn around.
Have you seen yourself in the mirror?
Yasmine: is that lipstick?
Rebecca: mom, it is lip gloss.
Yasmine: uh, we told you.
You're too young for lipstick.
Rebecca: but all the kids my age are wearing it.
Charlie: yeah. Including this kid mitch.
And it looks pretty good on him.
Myles: honey, we talked about this.
Rebecca: mom.
Charlie: she wants to look good for zuri.
Yasmine: take it off.
Rebecca: mom... Yasmine: lip gloss for now.
Maybe next year you can wear lipstick.
Rebecca: you know what? This is just great.
So by the time I'm your age, I can finally
Get to wear eye shadow?
Myles: hmm, yeah. That's the plan.
[Rebecca gasps] mom!
Yasmine: we have rules here.
Rebecca: fine. Yasmine: thank you.
Rebecca: but I'm officially protesting your rules.
Myles: well, great. That's good to know.
Yasmine: take it off.
Myles: okay. Has anyone seen dylan?
Rebecca: he's probably somewhere, dying from
All of your rules.
[Music]
Rebecca: what are you doing?
Dylan: yo. You could see me?
Rebecca: anyone could see you.
Dylan: but your dad walked by twice.
Rebecca: yeah. Well, he's clueless.
What are you doing?
Dylan: not going to school. You?
[Rebecca chuckles] uh, nothing.
Dylan: it looks like something.
Rebecca: what? No.
My parents said I can't wear makeup, which is stupid,
Because all the other girls in school are, so I'm doing it.
Dylan: uh-hmm. Devious. I like that.
Charlie: ooh, you're in so much trouble
When mom finds out.
Rebecca: well, she's not going to find out.
Charlie: isn't she?
Dylan: whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa. Chill.
Step into my office for a minute.
Now, I'm just gonna assume that you're not a snitch.
Because that's not how you get ahead.
Rebecca: yeah, charlie.
Dylan: yeah. We don't snitch.
We make deals.
Rebecca: what?
Dylan: you do something for me and charlie,
And we won't let it slip that you were
Swipin' stuff from mama yasmine's purse.
Rebecca: isn't that the same thing as snitching?
Dylan: not at all.
I'm talking about a "mutually beneficial
Business arrangement."
You follow me?
Charlie: I guess.
Dylan: you follow me?
Rebecca: whatever! What do you want?
Dylan: honeys.
Rebecca: what?
Dylan: I want you to introduce me
To some of your lady friends at school.
Rebecca: absolutely not.
Dylan: charlie? Rebecca: fine, fine.
Dylan: two shorties under four foot three.
One for my man and one for me.
Rebecca: you seriously want me...
Yasmine: has anyone seen my purse?
Hey, have you guys... What's happening here?
Dylan: nothin' ma. What's happenin' with you?
Myles: dylan... [Bus horn honks]
Myles: ...where have you been?
You know, what? Doesn't even matter.
All right. Go get your bag.
Dylan: I don't have a bag.
Myles: okay, gotta get you a bag. Adding it to the list.
All right. Let's go everyone, come on.
Let's go. Dylan, straight to the main office
As soon as you get there.
Uh, principal matthews is going to get you registered.
Dylan: no way, man. I-- myles: all right. Charlie,
You're in charge of dylan.
Charlie: got it.
Myles: and rebecca, you're in charge of charlie.
Rebecca: whatever. Myles: hey, hey, hey.
Dylan: no, no!
Myles: nope. Nope. Come on.
Dylan: I'm not the school type.
My rep is on the line here.
You can't do this!
Myles: I'm [indistinct] challenge for you from now on.
[Dylan grunting] myles: let's go.
[Music]
[Yasmine chuckles] baby, you gotta stop dancing.
Myles: baby, if you keep telling me to stop,
It's gonna make me think you don't like it.
Yasmine: oh, is it?
Myles: uh-hmm. Yasmine: stop.
[Myles clears throat]
First of all, I'm the man of this house.
I dance when I wants.
And right now, I wants.
[Yasmine chuckles]
Oh. What was that?
Myles: I don't know.
Let the man of the house go check it out.
[Clears throat]
[Clears throat]
What do you think you're doing?
Dylan: looking at qwikgram.com.
Myles: you're supposed to be on the bus
On the way to school.
Dylan: I can do it right here.
Which is why they call it home school.
My mama, she do it all the time.
Myles: really? Dylan: qwikgram will teach you
Anything you need to know.
Myles: let me see that.
Dylan: no, but just let me--
Myles: yeah, this is not class, dylan.
This is a video of a jellyfish.
Dylan: yeah. And think how much
I'm learning about them.
You can learn anything on this thing.
Myles: uh-hmm. Including what happens
To adults if they don't make their kids go to school.
Dylan: what are you talking about?
Myles: look it up.
Dylan: "parents who don't make their kids go to school."
Oh.
Myles: yes. Yes, yes.
Parents go to jail for not sending their kids to school.
Dylan: yo.
This will be so good for my next album.
But check it out.
My guardians were arrested.
That's k*ller!
Myles: I'm not going to jail, okay?
And as long as you wanna live in this house, under my roof,
You will follow my rules.
And you will go to school like
Every other child in this house.
No exceptions.
Them's the rules.
Dylan: no exceptions?
Myles: do you see any other children here?
Charlie: hey, dad. Myles: hi, charlie.
No. No. No!
Charlie: you know, dylan's made some great points
Between here and the bus.
I'm pretty sold on this home school thing.
You wouldn't believe the things you can learn
On qwikgram.
Myles: god, give me strength. Charles.
Dylan: charles?
Charlie: uh-oh.
Myles: what happened? I put you in charge of dylan.
Charlie: well, you put rebecca in charge of me,
So technically, it's her fault?
Myles: okay. You have two options.
You can have your butt downstairs
In front of that door, ready for me to
Drive you to school, in two minutes. Or...
Charlie: what's the other option?
Myles: do you really wanna know?
Charlie: I'll go with option one.
Dylan: man, you guys are trying to k*ll my rep.
Rappers learn from the streets.
Whoever heard of a rapper going to school?
Myles: I mean, look.
There are lots of rappers who go to school.
All right. Rappers who go to school.
Bam. Look at that.
J. Cole. Uh-huh.
That little wayne.
Dylan: wait. Lil wayne went to school?
Myles: no.
Dylan: no, it's more like this.
"No, i--i..."
Myles: okay. That's not the point.
Even kanye.
Dylan: you really want me to end up like kanye?
Myles: yeah, not the best example.
[Dylan sighs] look, big brother.
Other kids, they don't get my vibe, man.
They can't handle it.
They see all this shine, man,
And they start throwin' shade.
Myles: they throw stuff at you?
Dylan: throwing shade.
Myles: i--i don't know.
[Dylan grunts] charlie?
Charlie: he means other kids don't like him, dad.
Myles: oh, okay.
Wouldn't that be easier to just say that?
Dylan: yo, you really want me walkin' to this private school
Full of bougie rich kids, with no crew,
No hype man, no nothin'?
Myles: oh, uh... Dylan: that ain't gonna fly.
Myles: okay. All right.
What about charlie, hmm?
Charlie? Charlie?
Charlie, get up here. Charlie: yeah, dad?
Myles: uh, um, dylan needs a hype man.
Charlie: I'm on it.
Myles: there you go.
Charlie's your guy, all right?
Plus you got rebecca.
Dylan: and rebecca's honeys?
Myles: and her honeys.
Dylan: and my good looks?
Myles: now you're pushing it.
Okay. But you know what else you got?
Dylan: what?
Myles: no choice. [Chuckles]
Now, come on. Gotta get you dressed.
Let's go.
Yeah. Let's go, let's go. Let's go.
Let's go, let's go, let's go. Come on.
Yasmine: myles? Myles: yeah?
Yasmine: showing just got pushed back to :.
I can go with you now.
Myles: honey, it's registering a kid for school, okay?
I'm taking him straight to the principal's office myself.
How hard could it be?
Yasmine: all right. Suit yourself.
Myles: let's go.
Well, if the showing's been pushed to :,
I guess you could come and wait in the car.
Just in case.
Yasmine: uh-hmm.
Dylan: oh...[Grumbling]
Myles: I knew he was there. Yasmine: yeah.
Myles: I did.
[Music]
Dylan: man. This is--this is lame.
Myles: shh.
Dylan: I mean, look at these kids.
They look like they're the walking dead.
Myles: all right, now. That is not nice.
Dylan: no. Peep this.
They're all wearing the same thing.
Where in the world does everybody wear the same thing?
They all got that glazed looked in their eyes like--
Like they're zombies.
Myles: hmm. Dylan?
Dylan. Stop it!
Dylan: oh, my god. Clown!
Myles: what? Dylan: uh, I just saw a clown.
Myles: where?
Dylan: oh, no, no. Look, look.
Look at this, behind me--
These walls are full of doors.
What's with that? Am I right?
Myles: they're lockers, son.
Boy, you really were home-schooled, weren't you?
Oh, uh, principal matthews.
Principal matthews: mr. Wilson. And you must be?
Dylan: yo. Dylan. How you livin'?
[Myles laughs] hey.
Remember what we talked about the slang?
Principal matthews: oh, no, it's fine.
We like for our students to be who they are.
Dylan: you really want us to be who we are?
Principal matthews: yes, we do.
Dylan: well, why everybody got on the same thing?
[Myles chuckles] principal matthews: oh, he's cute.
[Laughs]
Come on and step into my office.
[Laughs] come right this way.
Have a seat. [Laughs]
Myles: all right. Uh, so principal matthews,
You were saying you--you
Really want the students to be themselves?
Principal matthews: absolutely.
I must say we love that
Your other kids express themselves.
Dylan: uh, no they don't. Charlie's lame.
Principal matthews: uh, we don't use that kind
Of language here, son. [Laughs]
[Myles laughs]
Principal matthews: what I was saying is,
I saw your daughter this morning.
Myles: uh-hmm. Principal matthews: you're allowing her
To wear makeup now? Splendid.
Dylan: dang.
Myles: I'm sorry. Say what?
Dylan: now who's using slang?
Myles: my daughter?
Principal matthews: yes.
Uh, but she may wanna
Take it easy on the blush.
Myles: uh-hmm. Principal matthews: contour, maybe.
Myles: hmm.
Would you mind calling my daughter rebecca
In here, please?
Principal matthews: rebecca wilson to
The principal's office.
Myles: hey, honey. I--i--dylan!
I need you here.
Yeah, you are right.
Uh-hmm. [Laughs]
Dylan: yo, mr. Matthews.
You like kids who like to express themselves?
Well, peep this.
♪ You go by mr. Matthews, I can see that on your desk ♪
♪ One day you gon' learn that young dylan is the best ♪
♪ Uncle myles, just chill, i--i can see you ♪
♪ Gettin' stressed ♪
♪ Mr. Matthews and me are cool, you see ♪
♪ Fact is, I'm the greatest mc you'll ever see ♪
♪ So sit back, relax, I'm on my best behavior ♪
♪ And when I'm done, I better be more famous ♪
♪ Than professor xavier ♪
[Principal matthews chuckles]
Very good, dylan. Extraordinary.
Myles: uh-hmm. Yasmine: hey.
Myles: oh. Hey. Yasmine: what's going on?
Myles: hey, honey. No, I just
Need you in here. Yeah.
Yasmine: are the kids okay?
Myles: uh-hmm.
Principal matthews: I'll give you a minute to talk.
Yasmine: talk about what?
Myles: please.
Yasmine: what's going on?
Myles: well, uh...
Rebecca: principal matthews, you want--
Myles: come here.
Rebecca: you told them?
Myles: so you knew?
Dylan: charlie's the one who threw
The purse out the window.
Yasmine: my purse?
Rebecca: what happened to not snitching?
Dylan: I don't know. I panicked.
Yasmine: why are you wearing makeup
When we told you not to?
Rebecca: I'm sorry.
Myles: hmm. Are you?
Rebecca: I am. Yasmine: no.
You're just sorry you got caught.
Rebecca: no, mom. I-- yasmine: you're grounded.
Rebecca: mom! Yasmine: and you won't
Be going to that dance. Rebecca: dad!
Myles: mm-mm. I'm not getting grounded.
Dylan: sorry, sis.
Sometimes you play, sometimes you get played.
Yasmine: oh.
You knew and you think you're off the hook?
Uh-uh. I got a game all of you can play.
Myles: uh-hmm. Uh-hmm.
Yasmine: uh-hmm.
[Music]
Myles: yeah. Charlie: oh.
Myles: there you go.
Wait, wait, wait.
Mmm. Mmm. Oh.
[Juice pouring]
Yasmine: thank you.
[Myles giggles]
Dylan: yo, that's just messed up.
I'm telling you, man, that ain't right.
Yasmine: kids, when you can't abide by the rules
In our house, what happens?
Rebecca and charlie: you go on punishment.
Yasmine: there you have it.
Dylan: well, how long do we have to keep doing this?
Myles: until the dishes are done.
Charlie: but... Myles: but until
The dishes are done.
Dylan: dang, man. That's twisted.
Y'all two are twisted. I hate it.
I mean, I respect it, but I hate it.
Myles: I love it.
[Music]