All language subtitles for Moesha s04e09 A Class Act Christmas

Christmas. I love Christmas.

Like a comet streaking across a winter
night sky, it fills us with the joy and

spirit of the season, if only for a
short time.

I just wish Christmas in L .A. looked
more like, well, Christmas.

Everybody back to work.

Except Niecy.

Come on, Eddie. It's Christmas.

Bah humbug.

Dang.

Eddie's even got me working in my
dreams.

It's me.

It's me.

It's me.

It's me.

Christmas tree is here.

Ho,

ho, ho.

It's about time to get another tree.

Is it beginning last year's? It is last
year's.

Here, Pop came through for you, son.
What do you think?

I think it's a fire hazard.

Is this the same tree that's been
sitting in the dealership showroom since

day after Thanksgiving?

Yeah. That looked pretty good, too,
didn't it?

Why would you bring home a used tree?

No, no, no, no, baby. Don't think of it
as used. Just previously decorated.

Frank, you know that I've invited Andell
over to help us decorate. I would like

a fresh tree.

Oh, honey, as soon as I hit this bad boy
with a couple of cans of flock, nobody

will know the difference.

Well, anyway, it's not about the tree.

It's about the spirit of... giving,
right, Dad? That's my boy.

And the cool stuff you guys are gonna be
giving me.

Like that Dino dirt bike, fool sneakers,
and that WCW versus NWO game you didn't

get me for my birthday.

Miles, that seems like a really long
list. Are you sure Santa thinks you've

a good little boy?

Well, yeah, if you throw out that little
drug problem.

Oh, son, I think you made big points
with Santa when you got Moesha to come

home.

What's the matter, baby? It's Christmas
Eve. Where's your Christmas spirit?

Eddie the Grinch stole it.

Who did?

Last night he called me and told me I
had to work today.

Well, weren't you supposed to be off
since you're working New Year's Eve?

that's what I thought, but Eddie said
we're too busy.

Dang, I was supposed to get the rest of
my presents. What came in there?

We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish
you a Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Yeah, I came to Merry
Christmas. One for you.

Now, I hope this is not a plate with
your name on it.

And one for you.

Thank you, Hakeem. That's really nice.

You've forgiven somebody, dog.

No, no, no. I already took care of Big
Mama.

Ah, sight, boy. Merry Christmas.

Thanks, Hakeem. I hope there's a G
-Shock watch over here. If it is, I'll B

-Shock. There you go.

Oh, just in case anybody's tripping and
wants to get me for Christmas, here's a

new suggestion.

Any extra Saturns laying around taking
up space?

A key.

That's easy.

Nope.

Cash is always a good backup.

Here,

honey.

A dollar.

Merry Christmas from the Mitchells.

Are you ready to go? Yeah, I guess.

I can't believe Eddie got us working on
Christmas Eve.

I know. I have to think of an excuse so
he can let me off early. I've got to get

to those stores before they close.

Not going to happen. Unless you got
somebody standing over you going, Clear!

Y 'all take care, guys. Bye.

Okay,

Antonio, once more from the top.

Merry Christmas and welcome to Class
Act. Now you got to make them feel it.

it more sizzle. It's hey there. How you
doing?

Merry Christmas. Welcome to Class Act.

Don't forget to throw in a few happy
Hanukkahs, happy Kwanzaas, Feliz

Donkey Shane, you know, whatever's
appropriate.

Eddie, family, emergency. Dee just
called me and said that Mal drank some

eggnog. Her and my dad have to deliver
some dinners to some sick chuttons, and

really have to go. That's a good cause
for bad timing.

Eddie! Okay, but don't ever say Eddie
Belk doesn't have a heart.

You can leave.

Oh, thank you, Eddie.

After I eat lunch.

So, uh, she'll ring you up, and, uh,
Merry Christmas.

So, whoa, whoa, whoa. Did it work?

Merry Christmas, Class Act. Manager
Eddie Belk speaking.

Hey, Frank, how you doing?

She's here.

How's little Mom?

Oh, you say you just finished stringing
lights on the front porch and the roof?

Must be some slamming egg, Mom.

Here's Moesha.

Rookie. Excuse me.

Clifford Brown. I'm here to check on the
status of my job application.

I filled it out two months ago. Oh,
well, Mr. Brown, we're kind of busy

now. You think you can come back later?
Well, I'm afraid not. When I get off my

temporary job downstairs, you'll be
closed.

Oh.

Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo. Can you handle
him while I handle her?

Hi. You looking for something for your
grandkids?

No, I'm looking for the manager.

Oh, yeah.

And a good morning to you, too, sir. I
just stopped by to see... I know, but

like I told you before, when hiring
freeze, haven't hired anybody since

Day.

Thanks anyway, and Merry Christmas.

Please, tell me you carry suspenders.

Um, I don't know. I just started
yesterday.

But you know what? Take a look around.
If you find some, let me know, because I

wear suspenders.

Uh, excuse me. Did I hear you say you
started yesterday?

Yep. Do you mind if I ask when you
apply?

Apply? More like I was abducted. I came
in here yesterday to see my man, Hakeem.

That's him over there macking on that
girl.

And the next thing I know, I got a gig
folding clothes and greeting customers.

Excuse me. Merry Christmas and welcome
to class.

You said you hadn't hired anyone since
Labor Day.

Technically, I haven't. See, he's on
what's called a T .E .S. T .E .S.? Yeah,

that's a temporary emergency status.
Look, Pop, we have an application on

If something comes up, you ain't got to
call us. We'll call you.

Now, have a candy cane on us, Gramps.

And a Merry Christmas.

I can't cover for me, please. I have to
finish my shopping. Time for plan B,

huh? Yes.

Eddie,

I have... a serious migraine headache
coming up. Unless I see a gunshot wound,

paramedics, or some old woman standing
over your gut.

Oh, Lord!

Not my baby!

You're staying.

Hey, Santa.

Hope you didn't let the valet park your
reindeer.

Everybody freeze!

Get down on the floor.

Which is it? Where do you have to get on
the floor?

The floor. Now, just a minute, whoever
you are. Dang, don't you recognize Santa

Claus? You don't think you ain't about
to fall for that old hand in the pocket

trick, do you?

That guy in the face trick works every
time.

You, shut this place down.

And don't get cute.

No problem. Me and cute never been using
the same sentence.

Excuse me, can I have something?

Whatever it is, the answer's no.

Santa, if it's money that you want, why
don't you just take it? Shut up, boy.

She didn't ask you for anything.

No, you shut up.

It's not about money anymore. It's about
respect.

Respect? In that suit?

Why don't you let me show you something
in pencil, right? Maybe they'd be pretty

quiet.

And we're going to stay here until my
demands are met.

Okay, look, I can't keep an eye on all
of you. I'll go.

I thought you said we were going to
stick together.

Mo, codependency is unhealthy.

All the employees will stand over there.

Now!

And the rest of you, walk out slowly.

I'm sorry, Mo, but he said go and I'll
always listen to my elders.

Especially when they pack it.

Hey, Eddie, I quit.

Yeah, me too.

You know quitting has been on my to -do
list. Why are you telling me? I'm just a

customer. Thank you, Paul.

I said employees over there.

Hey, you were that guy looking for a
job.

Yeah, well, you can have mine.

It's too late.

It's not about the job anymore.

It's about exposing injustices.

I want television coverage.

Now, it's about time people my age got
some media attention.

When you pulled out the gun, you got my
attention immediately.

You better hope they give me what I
want, or I'm taking out one of you every

hour, starting with the youngest.

Sorry about that, Mo.

Guess that put you in the front of the
line.

Uh -huh.

There.

Dee, time for the decorations.

Hey, Dad, this was fun. Can we build a
snowman?

Boy,

you guys sure flocked up this tree.

Yeah, I told you it was going to turn
out okay.

Yes, you certainly did, Scrooge.

I'll get it.

on the TV. I just heard on the radio
that they had to evacuate the mall.

Where Mo and I came work? Yeah, some
sort of hostage situation.

Oh, God, I hope they're all right.

Frank, come on. All right, all right,
honey.

I'm Kenny Sargent, and we're live at
Beverly in Lafayette, where a hostage

continues to unfold on this Christmas
Eve. It has been confirmed that an

gunman is inside the Clash Act clothing
store, a national chain headquartered in

Denton, Texas.

We also have information that the
alleged gunman is holding four Clash Act

employees. And with me now is Ms.
Kimberly Parker, who was released just

ago. I didn't want to leave my friends,
but that mean old man had that big old

gun. I had no choice.

I'm too flabby.

Ms. Parker, can you tell us how you
described the suspect to the police?

Oh, sure. He was like that smart, crazy
killer in Die Hard, except he was

wearing this crimson suit with this
white faux angora lapels and these black

wing tips.

All right, we have just been handed a
composite sketch of the suspect.

Yes, that's him. That's the madman.

Good heavens.

It's the Santa Claus.

Oh, it was horrible. It was terrible.

Santa, for the record, that drawing
doesn't do you justice.

Thanks. You'll be the last one to die.

The next piece of fruitcake I get, I'm
using as a doorstop.

Can the lady find a seat?

What's wrong with him? I thought Santa's
was supposed to be jolly.

We're being held hostage, Niecy.

By him?

Shame on you.

You're a disgrace to your profession.

Oh, big mistake. What, coming out of the
restroom?

No, girl.

I'm letting all the white people go.

Sounds like we may not make it out
alive, little sugar.

Any last requests?

Yeah.

Shoot me now.

Oh, yeah, he's bugging. They're gonna
have to take him down.

Turn that thing off.

I'm not crazy.

That's not what she said, okay?

I know what bugging means.

Who? I mean, since you talk the talk,
then tell us, Mr. Dilley, why are you

jacking us?

Hakeem, he probably doesn't know why.
How do you know what I know?

Dilley is information.

Jack is just truncated slang for hijack.
And you keep on talking, you're going

to be the first one I 187.

Whoa.

It's a grand pop of hip -hop.

Grand pop.

Look.

For 35 years, I was a productive
citizen.

I was an aeronautical engineer.

Then why are you doing this?

Because they laid me off.

After 35 years? That doesn't sound fair.

Excuse me, Moesha. I hate to break every
little tip to our table. This may be a

good time to point out to Santa that
he's definitely overqualified for the

position at Class Act. We don't build
planes here.

Listen, you Dale Carnegie dropout. It's
not about this job.

It's a...

It's about being disposable once you're
over 50.

Suddenly you're nothing but a Social
Security number, which means no one

to you anymore because you're not in the
right demographics.

Hold that story, Pop. I got to get this.
You touch that phone, you're going to

get this.

Here, answer it.

No heroics.

Merry Christmas, Class Act.

It's the police hostage negotiator. He
wants to know if you're a postal worker.

No, no, he's a laid -off aeronautical
engineer with real issues.

Now, I can speak for myself.

He wants to know your demands.

I want my dignity.

He wants dignified jobs for senior
citizens.

What else?

And tell him I want people to stop
acting like seniors are invisible.

And he wants to see more stories about
people over 50 on television.

That's not what he said. Give me the
phone. If you touch that phone, you're

going to meet Jamaica.

Don't just stand there. Keep talking.

What about some kind of party? What
about some kind of pizza? Forget the

Look,

I want immunity from prosecution or I'm
taking someone out every hour.

Oh, and one more thing.

Every male over 50, free Viagra.

How was that?

Not too demanding, was it?

No, that's too hard of a call for me to
make.

Well, turn that thing back on. Let's see
what's going on out there.

We're now with Frank Mitchell, the
father of one of the hostages, Boetia

Mitchell.

Yes.

No, Pumpkin.

If you're listening, we just want you to
know that we love you, baby.

Be strong.

And, Hakeem, don't annoy the man by
asking for food.

I just want to say that, as the owner of
Brother Saturn, I'm willing to offer

Santa a job at my car dealership if
he'll just release my daughter and the

hostages. Thank you, sir.

Anything you'd like to add, Mrs.
Mitchell?

I just want to say that we are...
Praying for the safety of all the

their families, too.

That's right. That's right. And are you
also a member of the Mitchell family?

Extended family.

Moesha's like a daughter to me.

Even though I'm single and way too young
to have a daughter. Moesha's age.

However, I do all my own business
located there.

Thank you.

We are now with Moesha's little brother,
Miles Mitchell.

Please, Santa, I don't want the sneakers
or the video game.

I don't even want that 20 -speed dyno
dirt bike.

All I really want for Christmas is to
let my sister

go.

He reminds me of my grandson.

Okay, okay.

I've just been told that the phone lines
at the station are jammed with job

offers for Santa.

Hey. Hey, man. See, Santa? See, now you
have your pick of jobs.

That's because you are somebody, and I
respect you.

Can I go?

You know what, Santa? It sounds like if
you let us go, you'll be able to spend

Christmas with your grandson.

We're in jail.

Then I negotiate.

Yeah, right.

He'll say anything to get me to let you
people go.

Couldn't hurt to let me go as a gesture
of goodwill.

Sit your country butt down.

Nobody's going anywhere.

What have I done?

I just wanted a job. I never intended
for it to come to this.

But it's too late now. No, it's not.

What if they got the wrong Santa?

Oh, Lord, don't tell me there's another
disgruntled Kringle in the back.

No, no, I mean, what if Eddie...

Put on the Santa Claus suit, and you
dress like an employee.

Hold up, Ma. Ain't your head about
getting put on no silly red suit and

bullet for Santa?

Is that suit of 40 too long?

All right, Hakeem, open the door.

This isn't even a real gun.

Well, Mr. Brown spent Christmas with his
family before turning himself in.

I understand he's also waiting through
some book and movie deals he's been

offered.

Unfortunately, I didn't have presents
under the tree for Daddy and Dee.

But it's still a Merry Christmas.

You know, maybe Christmas isn't about
presents, sleigh bells, or even fresh

Christmas trees.

Maybe it's really about opening our
hearts to strangers and the simple joy

being with family and friends.