01x13 - The Rap Game

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[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...