All language subtitles for A Different World s06e09 Faith, Hope and Charity 1.eng

I don't understand Freddie.

One minute, she's kissin' me,
the next minute, she's dissin' me.

She said she needs
to work things out with Shazza.

Let me tell you something.
That is womanese for, "You ain't the man."

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Hey, bubala!

How was the job interview?

A busted heel� it was a bust!

That's right. It was a bust!

Remind me to partner with you
in charades, Ron.

You sit on down and rest your dogs,
or in your case, your beautiful poodles,

while big daddy gets you a surprise.

I never thought it would come to this.

Pounding the pavement for secretarial jobs

in a polyester blouse and skirt
and detachable pearls.

Here it is.

A frozen pigeon.

I can hardly contain my rapture.

No, baby, this is a Cornish hen,

for our first thanksgiving together.

Thanksgiving.

That's sweet, Pookie.

Yeah, but small.

What in the hell are y'all going to eat?

Nobody invited you to Thanksgiving.

Yo. Wayne residence.

"Yo"?

Yo to you, too.

Mrs. Gilbert?

How are you?

I'm� Well, we haven't seen you since-

since you upstaged the Senator
at his very own wedding.

But as the British said
to the American colonists,

all is forgiven.

How is my baby and where is she?
Put her on the phone.

She wants to talk to you.

Sweetie, she can't see you. Stop it.

Mother?

Oh. Darling, how are you?

Shocked.

Surprised� to hear from you.

You are surprised to hear
from your very own mother?

Well, your last words to me
were "Whitley who?"

Darling, please.

Tell me, how is life?

Peachy. Great! Great!

A big bowl of cherries.

Big, big, big, big, big old bowl.

I want a chance to see that big old bowl.

I'm coming there for Thanksgiving,
if that isn't inconvenient.

No, no, no, no.

Well, actually-

I knew that it wouldn't be.

So, I'm arriving day after tomorrow, okay?

Kiss, kiss, kiss, darling, and peace out.

- Say no.
- No.

Peace out.

? I know my parents loved me ?

? Stand behind me
Come what may ?

? Come what may ?

? I realize that I'm ready ?

? I'm ready ?

? 'Cause I finally heard them say ?

? I heard them say ?

- ? It's a different world ?
? It's a different world ?

? From where you come from ?

? A different world ?

? Now, here's our chance to make it ?

? Here's our chance ?

? If we focus on our goal ?

? Focus on our goal ?

? If you dish it
We can take it ?

? We can take it ?

? Just remember that you've been told ?

? That it's a different world ?

? It's a different world ?

? It's a different world ?

? It's a different world ?

? From where you come from ?

? It's a different world ?

? It's a different world ?

? From where you come from ?

? It's a different world ?

? From where you come from, yeah ?

Oh, my mother's coming in a few days.

And look at me�
in this pink piece of garbage.

We don't have any furniture.

- I've got to get a new dress, Dwayne.
What?

- Please, please.
No!

You can't afford a new dress, Whitley.

Sweetie, what are you doing?
Baby, what are you doing?

Whitley! What's the matter with you?

Hey, what do you think?

You need to get rid
of her Gone with the Wind tapes.

Now, seriously, my Kimmie
can make a dress out of this easily.

We can ask Mrs. Porter for some artwork
to put on the barren walls.

No, sweetie, why are you doing this?

We can't let Mama know that I lost my job,
and that we've been robbed.

Why can't we?

We're about to be visited by a woman
whose motto is,

"The best you can do for the American poor
is not be one of them."

I concur with that.

Honey, play up the Kineshewa
consulting bit,

- play down that teaching stuff you do.
- What?

Listen, hey, we are not going to play up

some we're-on-easy-street show
for your mother.

Forget about it, okay?

I'm doing this for you, Dwayne.

Please understand that.

I understand you got
the spine of a jellyfish.

You need to tell your mother that this is
your life, and she needs to deal with it.

- You're right.
- I know I'm right.

It's deplorable for me to ask you to lie.

I'll do the lying.

Since 1991, over 20,000 refugees
have been sent back to Haiti

without so much as a hearing.

Preach the knowledge.

Our government will tell you
they're economic refugees,

but they are subject to torture
when they return home.

We need to do more

than just carry some signs
during the Thanksgiving parade.

I say we disguise ourselves as pilgrims

and infiltrate a float.

I'm so late. I'm so sorry I'm late.

My love, I'm sorry, baby.

It's this capital punishment case
I'm working on.

Honey, we're dealing
with the Haitians here, okay?

- The Haitians?
- Yes.

- Sorry, y'all.
- We'll march through campus

to City Hall around a parade route-

I hope we'll have signs reflecting

that U.S. policy violates
the 1951 UN Covenant,

which forbids countries
from� turning away refugees

who risk persecution at home.

Like I was saying,

it's important to keep things peaceful.

- Don't want it getting out of hand.
- No justice, no peace!

Yeah! Uh-huh.

Brother, you're getting on my nerves.

That feeling is mutual.

That about wraps up this meeting.

All right, y'all�

11:00 a.m. Be there.

11:00 a.m.

Power to the people, y'all.

Honey, I'm so excited about this protest.

It makes me think about the early days.

Yeah. Me and you and a bunch
of screaming people.

Yes. You want me to hand out flyers?

That's all right. Lena took care of that.

- Lena?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you know,
with you being in law school,

you do not have time for this.
So, I'm just taking up the slack.

A small little favor.

Thank you. appreciate it.

- Welcome.
- You're doing a great job.

Yeah, yeah, we both are.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We're doing a great job.

She's so committed.

- Yes, I can see that.
- Yeah.

I got to go. I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Bye, honey.

- I thought he'd never leave.
- Don't start.

- You are crazy.
- I am crazy about you.

Stop avoiding me.

I have a boyfriend.

Face it, Freddie, I want you.

And I know you want me.

And if you wait too long,
the future will pass you by.

Charmaine, you best get on the move
to catch that bus to New York.

I can't wait to see my family,
and of course Lance,

but I would not leave
until my work was done.

As Nana said, a stitch in time saves nine.

There are no small jobs,
only workers with small attitudes.

Young lady, you are good,

but you got a mouth on you
like a buzz saw.

Thank you!

Whoo!

I'm sorry, Mr. Gaines, that I'm late.

- "Sorry" don't fry my fish!
- I know, but you know what?

The demonstration
for these Haitian refugees

is taking up a lot of my time.

Let one of them boat people
sign your paycheck then.

I just took my last midterm,
and what, it's time to party.

- Hey, Kim.
- Go, Kimmie.

- Kim� Kim, can I-
- Go, Kimmie.

- Go, Freddie.
- Listen to me! Kim!

- What?
- My life is in shambles. I'm all torn up.

I mean, there's Shazza, right?

And he's my youth, and he's my past.

Then there's Ron.

What is Ron?

He's a good kisser,
and girl you know about them hands.

I know about those hands.

Just because I'm okay with you and Ron,
does not mean I want to hear about it.

Bad! Bad! Insensitive! Selfish!
I am so wrong!

- Everything is me, me, me!
- No, Freddie�

- What's wrong with me?
- Nothing.

Kimberly!

The doctor is not in.

Good, because I need the seamstress.

Here's your fabric.

And I need this dress
right here with the peplum.

My mother's coming tomorrow.
Can I have this by tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.?

No problem.

Can I also multiply some loaves
and fishes for you?

Kimmie I need to vent.

- You left the pattern.
- Where are you going?

You did a beautiful job.

Hey!

I don't know whether to talk to you
or put you on top of a lamp.

That's it.

I'll steal me a dress.

You need to come clean

and stop being a one-woman
Negro Ensemble Company.

- I'm out of here.
- Don't you wanna say hi to my mama?

- No.
- Hey, Kim!

Good morning!

- Mr. Wayne!
- Hey, Mrs. Porter.

This package just arrived for you.

When the postman handed it to me,

I was overcome
by the stench of 1,000 prunes.

Oh. This is my mother's
prune cobbler. Yes!

Hello, Mrs. Porter.

Are those my curtains?

No. This dress is from Paris.

I think not.

This was nice of Mom,
even though she ain't talking to us.

- Good old Mother Wayne.
- Yeah.

What does the note say?

Oh, you know,
"Hello," "How are you," "Don't call me."

The usual stuff.

What does she say about me?

She says hi.

Really, what does she say?

- Let me see.
- No, sweetie-

Excuse me. Could you help me
with my packages, please?

Me, help you with your packages?

- Yes.
- I think not.

Mama.

- Shh. It's all right.
- Clean up. Do something.

There's nothing to clean up.

Stop.

Would you stop worrying?

Happy Thanksgiving.

- Mother.
- How's my darling?

How how's my b�b�?

Fine, Mama.

Oh, Whitley, what is that dress?

It just screams "first communion."

And those shoes�
I thought I heard the squeak

of synthetic soles on parquet.

Dwayne.

Oh, cheri.

"Cheri"? Isn't that French for "dear"?

Darling, you didn't tell me
you married such a gifted translator.

Mama, your outfit.

Well,
you know my motto, darling,

if you've kept it, flaunt it.

Oh! This is the love nest.

Yeah, this is it.

Oh, the decor.

The decor.

The decor.

We like to think less is more.

Oh. What a lovely justification
for making do.

What in the world is that smell?

That's my mama's prune cobbler.
She sent it to us.

Oh. That's sweet.

How is Olga?

Mama, it's Adele.

- Adele.
- Whatever. Where is the cuisine?

It is time to make turkey au vin.

Lovely paneling.

Just, I think it should be a tad darker,
don't you?

You know, it's really good
to have you here.

Oh, I know.

Dwayne, just call me Ma.

I must say, Mama,
I was very surprised to get your call.

It was so sudden.

Oh, darling,
one must change with the times.

There is a new wind blowing in my life.

New wind?

I finally found the right course.

When a person finds the right course,
you can feel it, it's in everything.

It's in the glow of their complexion,
to the fall of their� dress.

Damn.

Hello there. How you doing?

I'm here to see Marion.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Come on in. You must be the driver.

That's one way of putting it.

I'll tell her you're here.

Mrs� Ma! Somebody here to see you.

I like this place. It's nice.

Malik, mi amore.

Where have you been? Oh, my�

- Look at you, look at you.
- No, look at you.

My life was so empty while you
were parking the car.

I'm here right now.

- I know.
- Come on, use me, abuse me!

Come on, baby.

- You are so good.
- No, you're the best.

Oops. I forgot.

This is my lovely daughter, Whitley.

How you doing? How are you?

- And this is Dwayne, my son-in-law.
- Nice to meet you.

Children, this is my love of my life,
my fianc�, Malik Velasquez.

Well, it's good to meet you officially.

You too, bro.

It's your turn, babe.

Fianc�?

- It's a bad surprise.
- Darling, how is our hotel room?

You know, it's overdone.

It's like most European�
Sit down. Like European architecture.

If it were up to me it'd just be
you, me, the moon and the beach.

- And the beach.
- The beach.

The good news is the bed is small
so you can't get away from me.

Why is your name Malik?

Well, the name "Malik" celebrates

the cultural celebration
that is really the Caribbean,

where Africa, China and Europe

- converge and meld.
- Right.

That, and my name used to be Bob.

But by any name, my darling,
he smells so good.

She's the best.

Mora?

That's Malik's pet name for me.

We coined that name after our first tryst
when he said to me,

"You just make me want
mora and mora and mora."

Mother, please!

Put your� leg down.

Malik� Bob� can I get you
something to drink?

I would love some
Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee.

Well, we have Folgers. Juan Valdez?
You might know him.

Let me correct you. Folgers is Mrs. Olsen,
isn't that right, cutie pie?

Right. Don't worry about it.

I brought two pounds
of your favorite blend.

- Look at his eyelashes.
- She's embarrassing me.

I could eat him with a spoon.

She's embarrassing me.

We'll make coffee.
Y'all relax for a minute.

Okay.

Now, baby, I know this is a big, big shock

but we got to stay calm
and roll with these punches.

My mother is in there with
a man that calls her "Mora."

She's growling like Eartha Kitt.

She's wiggling like Charo.

I'm very calm.

I am very calm.

Sweetie, I know this dude is young.

In fact, he's really, really young.

That don't mean he's in it for the money.

Damn! This coffee costs 20 dollars
a pound!

That doesn't necessarily mean anything.

It starts with the coffee, Dwayne�

And it ends with sports cars
and condominiums.

This gigolo has got to go.

Whitley, that is not fair.

If you throw him out,
I'll tell your mother you lost your job.

How could you do that to me, Dwayne?

My husband.

I'm trying to keep you from
doing something you'll regret.

This is the '90s.
Let your mother get a little some.

Come on, girl.

Here's the coffee.

You are just terrible!

Coffee!

How do you like it?

I know how he likes it.

I like it black.

And rich.

Here's the cream.

So, Bob� Malik�

What do you do?

So many things.

Dwayne means what is my occupation.

I'm a student of history
and music and life,

and I'm a poet of love,
politics and reality.

In other words, he's unemployed.

I sell Afro-Caribbean
aromatic oils and purses.

- Ooh.
- You got a little shop?

No, I sell it on the street.

That's where I met this miracle man.

I was coming out of Saks Fifth Avenue
with packages�

Mostly for you, Whitley.

What kind of packages?

Four-ply cashmere sweaters,
an Herm�s blouse, Chanel suit�

all the things you have stacks of.

I was selling my oils�

Yes, and the smell of musk
wafted towards me

and I turned-

And saw me.

And his coal-black eyes just
burned a hole into my soul and he said-

I said, "Guapa, deliver yourself
from the new slavery of shopping."

Oh! It was such a revelation!

What happened to my clothes?

We gave them to a homeless shelter.

Good for you.

- Yes, very good.
- It was so liberating.

The next day, I gave away
most of my furs for blankets.

Whitley, I'm thinking
of selling the house.

Oh, no. Breathe, honey, breathe.

Just breathe, just breathe.

Hello. Hey there.

Oh, Mrs. Gilbert!

- Hello!
- Hi, how are you?

Love that cat suit.

Thank you.

Is this a cousin?

No, man. I'm not a cousin.

It's a nephew.

No, man, I'm not-

Ron Johnson, meet Malik Velasquez.
This is Mrs. Gilbert's fianc�.

Damn!

It's like a bad surprise.

- How you doing? Nice to meet you.
- Hi. I'm okay.

I have a bird to flip.

This is the same thing your mother
used to say about me.

Okay, fine. Don't help me.

Where you going?

I'm saving my mother's life.

- Hello?
- Kimberly-

Sorry. Wrong number.

Don't hang up. Listen to me.

My mother showed up with this man
and he's awful. Horrific.

You've got to help me.

- Please come over for dinner.
- I can't-

Thank you, and wear something provocative.

Are you listening? I said-

What are you hatching?

When Kimberly shows up,
Malik will take one look at her

and forget my mama's alive.

He'll show himself for
the roving canine he really is.

And how will Kimmie feel about being used?

Please, Dwayne.
That's the basis of any relationship.

With girlfriends�

Female-to-female relationships.

Kimmie, close your eyes, sister.

Prepare to see a friend
you haven't seen in a long time.

Someone we both missed.

Peace.

- Oh.
- Yes.

I know, sister, it's tripping you out,
but listen.

I was in my room meditating.

I found my problem.
I have to redirect the vessel of my soul

back to the motherland.

I just wanted to party.
That's all I wanted to do.

Kimmie, aren't you glad?

I know, I know.

What happened to you?

My king, behold the woman
you fell in love with.

What are you doing after the march?

Whatever you want.

Hello, lust in the dust central.

Hi, Professor.

Yeah�

Well, I was just-

Okay. Yes, sir. An hour?

Yes� okay, bye.

Honey, that�

that was my-

- Professor.
- �professor. He needs me.

I mean, I know the Haitians need me-

It's cool. Don't sweat it.

- Honey, I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

I'll try to get there before it's over.

People united will never be defeated!

There's a spiritual movement
taking hold right now in Cuba.

It's called the Babalawos.

Someone say babaloo?

No. Babalawos.

They're priests of an Afro-Cuban
religion called Santeria,

created by Yoruba tribes
when they worked on the sugar plantations.

He is so informed.

I'm not surprised at your ignorance.

You're a victim of assimilation.

That's right. She is.

You raised me.

Ease up on my wife, man.

She may not be the most
down person in the world,

but she knows who and what she is.

- But you can never be too aware.
- That's right.

That's why Malik and I
are taking a six-month tour.

We're going to Africa
and then to the Caribbean.

Malik must be subsidizing
this little venture

with profits from the huge sales

- of your little musk oil bottles.
- Whitley.

That's okay.
I expect a woman like Whitley,

living the excessive lifestyle she does,

to judge a man like me by my bank account.

How can I judge what does not exist?

Whitley Gilbert!

Please excuse us, everyone.
Come with me.

Didn't I just ask you
to lighten up on my wife?

How dare you speak that way
to the man I'm going to marry?

- Mama, be serious.
- I am.

He may not be who
you expected me to end up with,

but he is all the man I need.

I don't know how you can say that.

He's penniless, he's half your age,

his name is Malik, for God sakes!

I have enough money for both of us

and love doesn't recognize
age differences.

Come back here. I found myself.

Guess who's coming to dinner?

Ma!

Hey�

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