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Gina, I cleaned that spot twice. Why don't you just slow down?

I know, mommy is only coming

because daddy sent her here to snoop around in my business.

But you know what, Pam?

Martin and I are living together.

I don't care who has a problem with it.

- Do you have a problem with it? - 'Gina!'

'I got a problem with it!'

- Pam, It is Martin's mother. - I know.

- I know. - She's coming to get me.

'You and your gold-diggin' mother.'

'Y'all tryin' to work my son!'

'Well, I ain't..'

'You wanna get it!'

'Cause one apple head don't fall far from the damn tree!'

Pam! Oh!

She just jumped ten trash cans.

Yo, what's up?

How y'all feelin'?

Yo, what's up?

How y'all feelin'?

Pam, they should be here by now.

I hope Martin got to the airport on time.

I don't know, why you let your mother stress you out like this?

You're right. I'm a grown up, right?

- I'm a grown woman. - Mm-hm.

- Mother-in-law's in the house. - Mommy! Mommy!

That's my little shnookum, hookum.

I am so glad to see you.

- I missed you so much. - Oh! Yes.

Well, I missed you, too.

Oh, you weren't talking to me. My bad. Damn.

Okay. Well, I let you and your mama get re-acquainted.

I'll just go on back here and feed the Billy goat.

Ah, Come on, Gabby. I think, I got a tin-can in the kitchen.

- You, ah.. - Don't you!

Stupid.

Its nice to see you again, Ms. Waters.

Oh, you too, Pamela.

Now, where shall I put my things?

Ah-ah. No, no. You better put those things down.

Give me those. No.

We got you all set up in the bedroom.

'Cause that's where you goin' to be sleeping

with your sweet mother-in-law herself.

Look at ya, huh? Let me stand back and look at you.

Both of you together. Look at ya.

We a family. Ah-ah!

- Ah-ah! - Oh, thank you, Martin.

Well, you certainly have fixed up the little

love nest, shall we say?

Mommy, it's not like that.

Oh, who're you kidding? Child, please.

Ah, Mrs. Waters, I know you're used to the best.

So, we intend on making this just like Motel 6 for you.

Alright?

You know I got a little jokey joke for the mother-in-law, huh?

Aww! Thank you, Martin. You're such a gentleman.

Well, thank you.

- Hey y'all. - Hey. Uh..

Ah, Ms. Waters, this.. This, uh..

Thi-this is my best friend, Reverend Tommy Strawn.

- Wha-what-what? - Yeah, this is..

Don't be embarrassed, Rev. This-this is Ms. Waters.

- This-this Gina's mother. - Oh-oh.

Ah-huh. And you a Reverend, ain't you, boy?

What's the good word for the day?

- What good word? - The good word.

- What'd you bless on.. - Oh, good word!

God bless you, ma'am. Yes.

Ah, well, alr.. Let us pray.

- Hey! Whoo! - Whoo! Okay, uh..

Reverend, don't you got a wedding to perform this evening?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh-huh. - Oh. Oh. Oh.

And take your best man with you.

Get..

Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Waters.

God bless you. May the Lord watch between me..

Got to say the benediction!

So, what have you kids been doin' with yourselves?

Ah, well, we-we just been cooling. You know, ah..

Ah. We, uh..

You know, just planning for the big wedding day. That's all.

Oh, well, you make sure you plan well, Martin.

Gina is our only baby. And we want the best for her.

- Oh, yeah. Yeah. - Mom, I already have the best.

Girl! Ooh!

I should slob you down right now.

- Girl, I'm sorry. - Shh. Shh.

- No, I'm sorry. - Shh. Shush. Shh.

No, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I forgot your mother was here. Look, I got to go to work.

So, uh, Mrs. Waters, look, you make yourself comfortable.

Alright? Alright? You here. Let me get a look at ya.

Ah-aah!

You're the mother-in-law.

- Baby, walk me to door. - Okay. Okay.

Ma, get yourself somethin' at the kitchen, okay?

- Alright. - Yeah.

Oh, man.

- How am I doing? - Fine, Martin. Fine.

But why did you have to say Tommy was a preacher?

Brownie points. Brownie points.

I want her to go back, tell your father

everything's cool with us, so I won't have to whoop his ass.

- Stop talking about my father. - No, no. I'm saying.

Here, why you get mad? Kiss, kiss.

Bless us. Okay. Alright.

Mrs. Waters. Ah! The mother-in-law!

Gina, I have to confess

your father and I were worried about this moving-in thing.

- And? - And, I feel silly.

Martin has really matured. He's a wonderful man.

He's got a preacher for a friend.

And he's so nice to that Pam.

Martin told me on the way over that she was raised by wolves.

Alright, let's go, people.

Yo, man. Hey, hey, hey. Get off the phone.

This ain't Dunkin' Donut.

We got work to do. Let's go, man. Yeah.

You know.

Martin, there is a young man here to see you.

Oh! Hey, wassup? What's happening, lil' brother?

Wassup, Martin?

His name is Marvin. He says, he knows you.

Martin, don't let him touch anything.

We don't usually allow children on the set.

Oh, yeah. He knows you.

Wassup, lil' bruh? Man.

You got a set a ears on you.

So, wassup? What can I do for you?

I just wanted to meet you. You're my hero.

Hey, you the man!

Alright, Well-well, thank you.

Ah, what can I say?

Well, Martin love the kids. You know? What you need?

A t-shirt, autograph? What do you want?

I was hoping you would sign this for me.

- 'Where did you get that?' - My mother.

Angie Johnson is your mother.

You took her to the senior prom ten years ago.

Mom said that y'all had a really good time that night.

Ah. Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I-I remember.

I sprained my ankle on the dance floor 'cause I had flipped, y..

I can't.. Now, I can't tell you that.

You're a little kid, ain't you?

Uh.. Uh..

- How old did you say you were? - Ten.

Huh! Give me a minute.

Ten. Carry the one..

No, no, no. Couldn't be, man. Couldn't be.

Hey, man, this ain't no Dunkin' Donuts.

You got work to do. Thank you.

Come-come-come on here for a sec. Sit.

Sit-sit-sit down. Uh..

Umm.. Ah. Ah. Okay.

Umm..

Um, when did you your birthday was?

- It's in March. - Okay, hold on now.

The senior prom was in.. What? June.

Alright, so what you got?

June, July..

Nine months later is, what? Um..

March.

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Oh, damn!

Gina?

Gina, baby, I got to talk to you.

Wake your mother. I'mma..

Wake.. Uh..

So let me check on her, baby. I need to..

Oh, Gina. I got to tell you something.

Something happened to me today, baby.

I know, I know, you don't like to be woke up.

Just hold on.

I didn't know it was gonna happen. Listen..

Baby, you gotta promise me

you won't tell your mother about this, okay?

I don't think her old wrinkled heart could take it, baby.

Please, don't, please what I've..

Baby, I'm gonna come.. I'mma-I'mma be a man

and come straight out and tell you, okay?

Wha-wha-what's going on in my life.

Don't come up swinging, please?

Uh, Gina..

I got me a ten-year-old son.

Oh baby, no! No, baby!

No! I know! I know, baby!

I know. Oh, baby! No!

Oh! Oh, baby!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh!

- 'Oh! Oh, baby, no!' - Martin!

- Oh! Oh! Oh! - Martin!

- Martin! - Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Oh, damn!

Gina, I swear to you. I didn't know until today.

Ah-huh. Just sowing your little wild oats everywhere.

Look, Gina, you better tell your mother. Alright?

My oats maybe wild, but they damn sure ain't lil'.

- You gotta let her know.. - Not now.

Not now, Martin. Not now.

Gina, you're not ready to be some child's stepmother.

You're still a child yourself. Now get your things.

- I'll start the car. - Mommy, please.

Martin and I have to talk about this alone. Okay?

What you need to do is just leave him alone.

Now I know why they threw mama from the train.

Who is this boy's mother?

It's this girl named Angie. Okay?

I took her to the senior prom.

One thing led to another

ten years later I got a son.

Look, Gina, I'm just as surprised as you.

Did you talk to this Angie person about this?

Nah. I tried to call on her phone.

But, you know, she wasn't home.

So I'mma go over there tomorrow night and talk to her.

Oh, no, no, no.

If anybody goes over there tomorrow night it's goin' be us.

Us!

Look, Gina, I hope you ain't mad at me.

It ain't like I'm the, you know, I knew..

- Okay, I had babies-- - Okay. No-no.

Martin, it's not like that. Okay?

It's just, it just means there's gonna be

a whole lot of changes for us.

Look, Gina, you know I love you.

Don't nobody come before you, Gina.

Okay? But I gotta stand up to my responsibility.

I can't have no son out there without no father.

I ain't going out like that, Gina.

Alright.

Alright. I understand. I really do.

Let me go on in, deal with my mother.

She's probably slicing up your drawers by now.

Mommy, no!

- That'd be $8, money grip. - Oh, man, Mr. Jim.

I've been coming here, man, For what? 20 years?

- Give a brother a discount. - Boy, you better give my $8.

Broke as I am. Here. Here's your change here.

- Ah, forgot my tip. - Watch it now.

Don't mess with the gratuity.

You sure that boy you talking about is yours?

I mean I hate to see you messin' around and get ganked.

Well, you better take care of him.

'Cause I takes care of all my kids.

Ask their mamas.

Yeah. If you knew how many of 'em you had.

All them bubble-head kids you got

look like a dozen chocolate eggs walking down the street.

With noses, too!

'Watch it now. Watch it now.'

I don't wanna be here walloped.

Hey, hey, hey. There go my lil' man.

Remember? I told you all about him.

Yeah. Thi-this my-my little boy.

My little soldier. Everybody, everybody check him out.

- Wassup? - Wassup?

Wassup, boy? Come on in here.

Uh, everybody, this is Marvin.

Marvin, this is-this everybody, man.

Now come on up here. This here is Mr. Jim.

That's were get all of my bad habits, from him.

Hey, shut up boy. Mm-mm.

Now, Marvin, now, look here.

Now, you can't be hanging around here

unless I can give you a nickname.

Ah, so, by the powers rested in me

I hereby name you

Shorty DooWop!

- Shorty DooWop! - 'DooWop!'

Hey, Marvin, I'm "Pretty Pearl The Boot Black."

World renowned for talking a whole lot of smickety smack.

- What's up, Marvin? I'm Tommy. - Tommy!

- Yeah. - Is that your barbershop name?

Oh, no, no, no.

You've got to have hair to have a nickname.

Ha-ha! Yeah. I got you all smickety smack.

Now, Marvin, now, next time you come here

I'mma give you a free hair cut

and a couple of Slim Jims, huh?

- I love this barbershop. - Yeah.

Come on, boy. Get all about it though.

"You love the barbershop." You only been here a minute.

Come on. Get on. Uh..

I'mma take him on down to the, to the, you know

probably shopping mall or somethin'.

Probably pick a few things for my little boy.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, look at him.

He just holler, you see.

He just holler like, "Yeah, yeah!"

'He-he's a good kid. He's a good kid.'

Alright, that-that's my little boy.

That's uh.. You know, what'd you call him?

- Shorty DooWop? - Shorty DooWop.

Oh, man.

- It's enough to make you proud. - Mm-hm.

Hey, y'all come on back soon here.

Alright now.

Boy, don't never say nothin' bad about them.

All them ears they got, they'll hear every damn thing.

This is great, Martin.

Oh, give me love.

Oh, man.

Hey..

Where-where you learned that from?

That's nothin'. Watch this.

- Ah! - Oh!

Oh, but look, watch this, I'm coming under.

Yeah-yeah!

Ah-ah! Plow down.

Up and under, up and under.

Under and over, over and order. Under, aah!

Oh, boy. Man.

I wonder why your mother never told me about you.

'Cause she's been busy raising me.

Now it's your turn.

Alright. Alright. Okay.

Well, ah, I guess I got to handle my business.

Look, I'mma make a few calls, check my messages.

- I'll be back, alright? - Okay.

Make yourself at home.

- Okay. - Are you cool?

- Yeah. Yeah. - You straight 'cause you cool?

Or you cool 'cause you straight?

- I don't know. - Ah, see, you confused.

'Hey, Marvin, get the door for me.'

What's up? It's you.

My name Roscoe.

And if you a burglar

opening up the door was a dumbass move.

I ain't no burglar. I'm Marvin, Martin's son.

Well, how come I never see you around here before?

I've been with my mother and I just found Martin.

- Why you all up in my business? - Why?

I'mma tell you like this, don't get dropped.

Don't get dropped, straight up. Pah!

Don't get dropped. You know?

All I'm trying to say is that you lucky you found your father.

So, don't ever lose touch with your father

'cause fathers, th-they important to a kid.

You got any money?

Yeah, $6.

Well look, Gi..

Gina still owes me

for-for the cookies that she ordered from me, two years ago.

So, um, give me the money.

Else, I'm taking the money.

You ain't getting my money.

Now get this step, and then cut the cone.

What? What?

Well, you lucky I got a dice game to go to

else, I'd whoop you and father's ass, boy..

- I'm not leaving Martin alone. - Hey, Gina.

Hey, honey.

Ah, how you doing, Mrs. Waters?

Mmm. Mmm.

Look, I was just about to go over

and talk to Marvin and Angie.

- You wanna roll with me? - Oh, yeah. To meet Angie.

- Most definitely. - When are we leaving?

- We? - Mommy?

We-we.. We co-could be..

Hi, Martin. How you doin'?

- How you doin', Angie? - How you doin'?

How you doin'? Hi.

I'm Gina Waters, Martin's fiancee.

And this is my mother. She got my back.

- Hi, ah, Ms. Waters. - Charmed.

Angie, I was just coming over to see you.

I think we gotta few things to talk about.

Yeah. Ah-ah co-come over here, boy. Come on.

You must be Marvin.

Why don't y'all have a seat?

Ah, Martin, Marvin owes you an apology.

No. No, no. Marvin don't owe me no apology, Angie.

I think you the one that owe me the apology.

I mean, come on. You should've told me I had a son.

- Martin.. - I mean, I mean, come on.

After all these years you just gonna come around here

and not even tell me I've got children, peoples, babies?

I mean, come on. You-you know you're lucky my mother

don't drop you. You know, what I'm saying.

Really, Angie, you should've told Martin

he had a ten-year-old son.

First of all, Marvin is only eight years old.

And second of all, Marvin is not your son.

What?

Marvin's father is being transferred

to Arizona because of his job.

And see, Marvin here, he don't wanna leave Detroit.

And that's what that's all about.

Hold up.

Hold up.

You mean this ain't my son

and I spent all my damn money on Shorty?

I'm sorry I lied to you, Martin.

I just didn't wanna go to Arizona.

"I'm sorry I lied to you, Martin.

I just didn't wanna go to Arizona."

How you gonna say I'm your hero and you lied to me?

Being somebody's father is serious business, Marvin.

I thought we were cool, huh?

I thought we were crossing 'em. Bow! Huh?

Bow!

Go on, Marvin. Tell him why you did it.

'Cause I never wanted to be like Mike.

I just wanted to be like Martin.

Martin, can I keep my barbershop name?

Man, don't try to come at me with that lil' kid stuff.

"Marvin, can I keep my barbershop name?"

Look, I don't know, Marvin.

You lost some cool points with me, man.

Alright. Alright. It ain't like you, you know,

you know, kicked me in the back of the head

or nothing like that.

Umm, I'll tell you what.

You-you go to Arizona, you know

and I'll check up on you there, you know.

Give you chance to earn it back. You know, so to speak.

- We'll keep in touch. - Come on here, boy.

We gonna go home and deal with your real father.

Come on.

Uh, uh, uh, Marvin. Look, man.

You know they'd be trippin' in Arizona, right.

And no matter what they tell you

Martin Luther King's birthday is a holiday. Stay home.

You ain't got no more babies

I should know about out there, do you?

- No. - Go on.

I'm so proud of you.

Stepping up and accepting responsibility.

I like that in a future husband.

Martin, we only want what's right for Gina.

And I was just looking out for her best interest.

But I must admit, what you did was very commendable.

I really saw another side of you.

- Be nice. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I saw another side of you, too.

When I climbed in that bed with you the other night.

- Stop it. Stop it. - Alright.

I don't wanna see it no more though, okay?

- I don't wanna see it. - Stop! Stop!

- Stop. - Okay, alright.

Well, look, you know, I was just messing with you.

Little jokey joke. You little sweet mother-in-law.

- Oh! Goodnight. - Alright.

- Goodnight, shnookum. - Goodnight, mommy.

- I'm going to bed. - Alright. Alright.

You goin' to be in there or out here? Alright?

'Cause I don't want to get the mix up.

I got dry one more time.

Oh, baby!

Oh, I gotta tell you..

Oh, baby.

I gotta tell you, your mother, she's alright.

- She's, ah, she's cool. - She is.

Yeah, but..

You're not gonna wind up looking like her in that gown

when you get old, are you?

'I don't get no complains at home.'

That's 'cause he gettin' that cavieze--

Don't!

- Oh, baby! - Martin.

Not now. Oh!

- Oh! Oh! - Get off me.

Got ya!

'Oh! Oh, my God!'