All language subtitles for moesha_s06e13_run_mo_run

Good morning, Ma.

Hey, good morning.

Oh, Dad, um, can I have some money?

There's this girl at school that I like,
and it's her birthday, and I want to

give her a little something special.

Ah, the courting of a young lady. I
remember those days well.

Sure thing. How much do you need? Oh,
$50.

$50? Boy, I'm your father. You never
bought me a $50 birthday gift.

Well, that's because you're not my boo.

Well, maybe you should go to the boo
bank.

I just got a job.

Oh, well, that's great. Dorian, where?

At Tight Tracks. You got a job at a hair
salon?

No, it's a recording studio.

I'll be the owner's assistant.

He wants me to start this week.

Well, I don't know, Dorian. I mean,
won't that interfere with your

You've got midterms coming up. No, it
won't, Uncle Frank. Well, if you're sure

now.

Congratulations, son. I'm proud of you.

Come on, I'll take you boys to school,
and you can tell me more about this job.

All right.

Hey, D, now that you got a job, can I
have some money?

For sure, how much you need?

$50!

This hand will reach out to you, and
then this hand will reach out to you,

these hands will always reach out to
you.

Good rhythm, nice meter, great imagery.
You know what, Hakeem is getting really

good at this.

Please, Mo, it didn't even rhyme.

All right, now y 'all know the rules.

If you like a poem, you show that poet
some love.

And if you think that poem stinks, you
give it a no.

All right, now, if you got cable, you
might have seen this next poet. That's

because she installs it.

Give it up for Lady Lunatic.

Now, this poem is for all the homeless
black babies across the world who don't

get enough to eat.

Fire is hot.

Ice is cold.

Babies are young.

Adults are old.

Water is wet.

Grass is green.

But what am I?

Hungry.

Yeah. Yeah, y 'all feeling that?

Lady Lunatic in the house.

Yeah, y 'all giving up this lunatic.

I mean, Lady Lunatic.

Girl, I know you are not giving her the
nose.

What?

Hold up, hold up.

Now, I see a brave young nose out there,
and you know the rules.

If you give a nose, you give a reason.

So tell Miss Lunatic why she got that
nose.

I just thought it could be a whole lot
better.

What?

Better hat?

Well, I didn't see how it related to the
subject.

Well, maybe you ain't never been hungry
before, college girl.

Well, I think that's why we write the
poem, so we won't have to starve to

to the experience.

Oh, so now you're telling me why I
write?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

Oh, so you're telling me I can't hear
either?

Well, can you read? Because I can write
it down for you.

Let me just say that the opinions
expressed by certain individuals do not

reflect the views of the pendulum or its
host, especially its host.

Yo, Titrax, can I help you?

Yeah, you may ask who you're calling.

Pug Daddy?

P. Diddy?

Yo, what's up, man?

Hey, hey, tell Jennifer Lopez D -Money
said what's up.

No, I have never met her before.

No, no, I didn't even mean it like that.

Hey, yo, why don't I just tell R .C. who
called?

Cool? All right, cool.

Y 'all, D -Money was...

Yo, Pup Daddy just called. He said he
was coming through tomorrow to check you

out. Oh, that's great.

Did he say he was bringing Jennifer with
him?

I ain't ask him all that.

That would be unprofessional.

Yeah.

Hey, look, Doreen, just want to say
you're doing a nice job.

Glad to have you on the team. I'm glad
to be here.

You know, I started out where you are 20
years ago.

Now look at me.

I work with the top artists in the
business.

Snoop, Dre, Prince.

And you work with Prince?

No, I just like to throw him in because
it sounds good.

If you hang around long enough, you can
make up some people you work with, too.

Well, I'm not going anywhere, man. I'm
trying to learn as much as I can. Good.

We need to finish this last track. I
need you to hang around for a couple of

hours. You cool?

But it's 11 .30 now.

That's how we work in the music
business, baby.

Can you handle that?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, for sure. Good.

All right.

Son, you're falling asleep at the table.

No, I wasn't asleep.

I was thinking about something.

Well, you must have been thinking about
something because you're almost drowning

in your fruit juice.

Dorn, you have come home after 12 o
'clock every night this week, son.

Now, I told you when you started that
job that it couldn't interfere with your

schoolwork. Oh, come on, Dad.

I mean, his grades can't get any lower.

That's enough, Mom.

Look, I do all right on my pen.

Well, how are you going to pass your
midterms when you can't even pass

breakfast?

Don't worry about it. I'll be okay.

Oh, I know you're going to be okay
because you're quitting that job.

But you don't understand.

This is what I want to do. This job is
the first step. I can't quit now. All

right, then you don't have to quit. I'll
do it for you. I'll call your boss

today. No, you won't. You're messing
with my future.

Dorian, your future is college, son.

You have got to get an education.

Everybody doesn't go to college. Well,
you're going.

That's the way we do it in this family.

You act like I asked to be in this
family. Dorian, whether you ask to be in

family or not, this is the only family
you have.

I think that woke him up.

Ridiculous. What? What's wrong, Mel?

Hey, what kind of Thai boy is this?

Oh, no, girl, that tape cost too much.

This is Thai Poe.

Oh, Mo.

Glad to see y 'all, too.

Thank God you're alive.

Of course I'm alive. Why wouldn't I be?

All right, Mo, all right, all right. You
remember that poet that you dogged out

the other night?

Lady Lunatic?

Exactly. She really mad over there, Mo.

And something tells me the next time she
sees you, she gonna try to kill you.

Really? What makes you say that? She
said the next time she sees you, she

try to kill you.

Go to the restaurant.

There's more?

Yeah, she was in prison, Mo. She belongs
to this ex -con poetry group that

performs around town.

She went to prison?

Yeah. Oh, look, we heard she was in
there for smacking a gangbanger to

Yeah, and the thing about it, that was
after he shot her.

And now she's after me?

gonna do i don't know mo but you can't
stay here i mean this would probably be

the first place she looks you're right
i'm gonna go underground until she cools

off you want me to want me to hide you
i'd rather get caught

What are you doing here? Looking like a
pregnant Barney.

And who knocked you up?

Look, it was either get knocked up or
get knocked out.

I've got my own problems to worry about.

Problems? Well, what kind of problems do
you have?

You eat for free, you live here for
free, you get your clothes for free. We

should start calling you free money.

Why does everybody in this family feel
like they're doing me this big favor?

Look, Dorian, let's just start over and
have a calm, cool, normal conversation

like ordinary people, all right?

You mean just the three of us?

Oh, my bad.

Okay, you were saying?

I don't know.

Everything's been so crazy lately.

School, me wanting to keep this job,
Uncle Frank.

Daddy arguing again?

We never stopped.

But today...

He said something I guess I never really
thought about.

What?

He said you guys were the only family I
got.

Okay, am I missing something? Is that
like a bad thing?

There's a whole other part of my life
out there that I don't even know about.

But I want to know, Mo.

I need to know.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that...

I want to find my real mother.

Will you help me?

Wow.

This is... Wow, I don't even know what
to say to you, Dorian.

Say that you'll help me find her.

Yeah, but Dorian, are you sure about
this?

I mean, things don't always work out the
way we expect them to. I mean, this

could be like opening Pandora's box.

Well, I don't know who Pandora is, but
I'm sure this is what I want to do.

Why can't you just go to Dad or Aunt
Sandy? I'm pretty sure if you ask them,

they'll give you all the information you
need. Look, this is none of their

business, Mo.

This is between me, you, and nobody
else.

Doreen, I don't know if I feel
comfortable going behind Dad's back.

Oh, yeah?

But you were comfortable asking me not
to say anything when you were engaged.

But Doreen... No, no buts, Mo.

Look, you think it's easy for me to come
to you like this, asking you to help me

find my mother, a woman who didn't even
want me?

I know that, Dorian. I just don't want
you to get hurt. I'm already hurt, Mo.

Look, I have to do this.

I've got questions that only she can
answer.

But aren't you afraid that what she
might have to say may not be what you

to hear?

Yeah, I'm a little afraid.

But I have to face my fears if I want to
know who I am.

You know, Dorian, sometimes a little
fear can be a healthy thing.

Not this time.

I figured I would come to you for help
because...

You were my sister.

But I'm going to find her with or
without your help.

Man, if that ain't Vince Carter with his
shirt off, I'm going to hurt somebody.

Don't kill me. It's not my time to go.

Girl, I ain't thinking about you.

Where is Miss Bougie Mouth Almighty?

Uh, I don't know. I don't live here. I'm
just visiting.

Well, you tell little Miss Critic that
when I see her, I got something for her.

Yes, sir.

I mean, ooh, yes, lady.

Yes, lady lunatic.

Here, let me get that for you.

Yeah, you better leave.

Nobody's scared of you, girl.

Oh, my God!

Niecy, Niecy, look, look. I've been
calling for Mo all day. Where is she?

Well, I can't disclose her location in
this hostile environment.

But trust me, she's safe.

Well, not anymore.

Lady Lunatic.

I heard you've been looking for me.

Well, here I am.

Uh, uh, uh, Mo?

Baby, are you sick with fever?

Look, Niecy, today I realized that I
have to face my fears.

I can't keep running away.

Okay, how about walking away really,
really fast?

So where you been hiding?

I thought you'd be across the border by
now.

So did we.

Look, I'm not running from you anymore.

Oh, really?

Yeah, really.

You know what? I don't even know what's
up with you.

But if you feel froggy, you can jump.

Oh, now I know she done lost her mind.

Wait, hold up. Now, this is going far
enough. That's my friend.

So? I'm just stating the facts.

Girl, you come straight out of a comic
book. I ain't trying to fight her.

You're not?

Think I want to go back to the pen for
snapping your neck?

I'm going to knock you out in a whole
other way.

Let's get ready to slam.

In this corner waiting.

Don't worry about her weight.

You get one poem, two minutes, and the
judge's decision is final.

Mo's up first.

May the best poet win.

This piece is called Face to Face.

I'm tired.

Tired of running.

Tired of small places and tight spaces.

Where my heart races, taking my mind
through too many paces.

Tracing pathways of my dread throughout
my day with countless imagined

tragedies.

Alone.

Alone against invisible bloodhounds.

I run.

Afraid.

Jumping fences of doubt.

swimming through rivers that run,
memories of forgotten paths.

Now, stopping, I turn and I see

that who I'm running from is me.

And I am strong and long, tall and
proud,

and I shall not be moved.

Thank you.

All right, judges, a 10, a 10, and a 9.

All right, Lady Lunatic, she needs all
10s to win. Let's go.

The name of my poem is The Equation.

Frustration divided by a nation is the
equation.

Assimilation.

Assimilating only to be alienated in an
alien nation.

Where Caucasians cause abrasions on
blacks.

Then offer reconciliation to Asians for
one atom bomb in Vietnam.

As the words I is and ain't no longer
taint your Harvard tongue.

that once sang old Negro spirituals,
enslaved rhetoric, to

protect, project, and connect shackled
hands reaching north,

only to bring forth a generation of
assimilating sisters,

believing they're not black, but they're
brown.

Harriet Tubman should have shot your
sorry butt down.

Then maybe your soul could rest in
peace.

While fake nails and hair weaves have
deceased the one real piece of life you

now hold all battered and scarred.

Battered and scarred.

Frustration divided by a nation.

Suicide.

Castration.

Synonymous.

Same.

The equation.

Judges, a ten, a ten, and a ten.

The winner.

Yeah, that's how I like my women.

Thick with words.

Good job. You went deep, sister.

Thanks. You took me there.

Look, about me criticizing your work.
Hey, it's cool.

You were just being honest with me.

And not enough people in this world keep
it real.

Yeah.

Now, can I make one suggestion?

Shut up.

Okay, you're right.

Hey, Miles. Where's Dory?

Is that all I get, Mo? I mean, what
happened to... How you doing? What's

on in your life?

You're right, little brother. What's up
with you? I need $50.

Dorian!

Guess I'll go donate some more blood
then.

Yeah, I'll do that.

Call me? Yeah.

I have something for you.

What's this?

Your birth certificate.

How'd you get this?

It wasn't easy.

First I had to drag your mother's maiden
name out of Aunt Hattie, which took

about 30 seconds.

Then I went down to the Hall of Records.

Dang, Maude.

I don't know what to say.

Say you have 15 bucks, because this was
not free.

Why this sudden interest in wanting to
help me find my mother?

Yesterday, you wasn't feeling it at all.

Not because I didn't understand where
you were coming from, Dorian.

Honestly, I was afraid.

Afraid of digging up a painful past.

But today, I'm ready.

If it's all right with you, I'd like us
to face our fears together.

Cool.

Cool.

Well, let's do this. Please.

Mother's maiden name.

Barbara Dolores Lee.

That's the first time I ever said my
mother's name.

Barbara Dolores Lee.

And we'll find her, Dorian.

We'll find her. I promise.

Let's play Dwarf Board. When Gordo gets
hooked on a game.

We've lost Gordo. He's obsessed with
Dwarf Board.

Can Lizzie get him to stop playing
around?

Whatever happened to hide and go seek?

Lizzie McGuire, today at 5 .30 Eastern.

Yeah.