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Hey! I'm Rocky Carroll.

Welcome to tonight's live episode of "Roc."

Hey, if you watched the NAACP Image Awards last night

then you know that our very own Charles S. Dutton

won the award for best actor in a comedy series.

Well... that's right.

Guess what, folks? Here it is.

Yup. This is the award. It came from the engravers.

I'm talking, like, like, three seconds before we went on air

it came, so let's give it to Charles Dutton, alright?

Hey, Roc, hey, Roc, Dutton, come here, man. Say hi.

Charles Dutton, ladies and gentlemen.

What say, yeah?

- Alright, J. - What's up, man?

- Thanks, Rocky. - Sure, sure, buddy.

You know, thanks. You know...

...look, I know you were up for this too, you know?

You, Martin, you know, Will Smith

you know, Kadeem Hardison you know and-and you know

you've been a real good sport about this, you know

and, um, hey, remember, there's always next year.

You know, unless I'm up for it again.

I'm sorry...

Like you said, there's always next year.

Congratulations again, Roc.

Happy birthday, Mrs. Helen Jefferson

in New Orleans, and Aaron Neville, happy birthday.

Hey, Joey, come here a minute.

♪ There's a man ♪

♪ With no future so it seems ♪

♪ Can't live out his dreams ♪

♪ Now he's trapped into thinkin' ♪

♪ He won't succeed ♪

♪ And he can't believe ♪

♪ Live your life today ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪ Not for tomorrow ♪

♪ Not for tomorrow ♪ Oh ♪

♪ Live your life today ♪

Hey, hey, pop. Hey, hey, check it out.

Joey fixed the garbage disposal.

I tell you, hiring him as my super

was the smartest thing I ever did.

Oh, good for you.

You got Joey, the great super

I get stuck with Joey the pain in the butt roommate.

Now, w-wait a minute. That's not fair now.

The only time I'm in that room is-is when I'm asleep.

Oh, no offense, son

but that's when you really get on my nerve.

Uh, last night, you were whistling

through your nose so loud

I thought heat was coming up.

Hey, pop, don't pick on Joey like that.

I mean, you know, he's your son. He's family.

- He's cheap labor. - Hey, hey, hey.

- No more. - Roc! Roc!

- What, what? - Roc, I'm scared.

It sounded like somebody upstairs in the attic.

I hear these strange scratching noises coming from up there.

Oh, that's just a little mouse.

A mouse?

A mouse? In our attic?

Well, at least, he has his own room.

Uh, sis, d-don't sweat it, okay?

I-I tell you what, I'll put some traps up there

first thing in... In the morning.

- In the morning? - 'Mm-hmm.'

Oh, that'd give him all night

to chew through the ceilin'

and straight through to our bedroom.

I don't wanna wake up and find him

matin' with my fuzzy slippers.

Oh. Okay, babe.

We're gonna defend the honor of your slippers.

- Hmm! Come on, Joey. - Alright.

- Hey, Roc. - Yeah.

If we can't catch this mouse

maybe we can get him to sign a lease?

Yeah, get... Shut up, Joey.

- Oh, man! - Wow!

I haven't been up here in years.

Look at all this stuff up here, man.

- Hey, hey, get a load of this. - What?

Look, it's all pop's stuff from his activist days.

- Ha-ha! - "Free the Panther 21."

"Free Angela Davis."

"Keep Patty Hearst."

Hey. Hey, Roc.

Does this look familiar to you, J?

Oh, man.

My old record player.

- I thought I threw this out. - Yeah, right.

The only thing you ever threw out... was me.

Oh, man, when I was 15 years old I wanted this thing so bad.

I used to stop at the High-Fi store everyday

on my way home from school

just to stare at it in the window.

- Hmm. - Yeah.

I remember the day my dream came true.

And they're off.

Hey, Joey, look what I found in the garbage.

Roc, why are you always taking stuff out of trash?

You know, if you keep on like this

you're gonna end up a garbage man.

No, I'm not, alright?

I'mma be a famous boxer like Muhammad Ali.

- I bet you a buck you won't. - Shut up, Joey.

Alright, you two, dinner's on the table. Wash up.

Oh, come on, mom. It's a minute to post time.

Joey, will you stop playing with those horses?

You're starting to worry me.

Roc, where did this record player come from?

Oh, I found it. Somebody threw this away.

Oh, I like the way you think.

You can get a lot of good stuff like that.

Yeah, and look. It's still got a quarter on the arm.

Nice.

A little cash with the trash.

Oh, mom.

"A little cash with the trash."

'Roc! Joey!'

'Roc!'

And the money's still there.

This is a 25-year-old quarter.

I can get a lot of money for this

Yeah. Five nickels.

Hey, what do we have in this here boot?

- Oh, man, 12-year-old Scotch. - Oh.

Well, now, that's my kind of odor eater.

Oh, man, it's got to be at least 30 years old by now.

Well, this calls for a toast.

Here's to Johnny and the rest of the Walker family.

Hey, Joey, now, that's pop's Scotch now.

Besides, we're supposed to be lookin' for the mouse.

Well, it might be at the bottom of that bottle.

Uh...

You know, watching those inauguration balls

was a lot of fun.

Seeing Al and Tipper Gore dance on stage.

I haven't laughed so hard

since they let white people on "Soul Train."

Oh, daddy, what could be taking them so long?

Oh, relax, Eleanor. They're only catchin' a mouse.

What if there's not just one mouse?

What if there's, like, a whole village of mice?

What if they overrun the house?

And what if they start chewin' holes

right through the furniture?

How would we know the difference?

Here, mousey, mousey, mousey, mousey, mousey.

- Here, mousey, mousey, mousey... - Here, mousey, mousey, mousey...

Here, little mousey, mousey, mousey, mousey.

Mousey, mousey, m...

Hey, Joey. Hey, look.

- I got an idea, J. - What?

Why don't we convert this attic into a room for you.

- Really? - Yeah, I mean...

All we've to do is paint, you know.

Scavenge some nice furniture and you're all set.

Hey, yeah. Hey, thanks, Roc.

Thank you.

- That's a good idea. - Yeah, man.

Oh, man, you're the best brother a guy could ever have.

- Well, I know that. - Hey, hey, hey, listen.

I-I don't know if I could ever repay you, Roc.

How about repayin' me?

I just told you I don't know how I could ever do that.

- Need a drink. - Hey, hey.

Hey, man, pop will kill us if he knew we took his Scotch.

Yeah, bet he'd hit the roof, wouldn't he?

Talking about hitting the roof, remember how mad he was

about that Buick Riviera?

Oh, yeah, the one he called his pride and joy.

Lena.

Remember, when I snuck it out of the garage to go see that girl?

Rhonda. Mm-mm.

- Rhonda Davis. - Yeah, I remember that.

You wrecked pop's car.

He was so mad at you he grounded you for a whole month.

Yeah, you know, what's funny, Joey?

I always felt, you know, things were never the same

between me and pop after that.

Um... hey, Roc.

Yeah.

Why don't you have another drink?

I got a confession to make.

Hey, Rhonda.

Hi, Roc.

You sure look pretty today.

Thank you.

So-so how you like my new ride?

Is it really yours?

Yeah, you know, I just picked it up.

Roc Emerson, you're not even old enough to have a license.

Yeah, well, I, you know

you know, you know, I skipped a grade at driving school.

Uh-huh huh?

So, Rhonda, would you like to take a ride with me?

Uh... um...

...I don't think I can now.

So...

...when the, when the, when the car started movin'

I jumped out and I ran home.

Roc?

Hey, Roc.

"Roc" live continues after these messages.

Roc... say somethin'.

Come on, man, say anything.

You killed Lena and I got blamed for it?

Yeah, I know. I know, man.

And I'm real sorry about that, okay?

Ooh, boy, feels good to get that off my chest.

I had to stay in my room for a whole month.

I missed the big Bullets-Knicks game because of you.

I saved up weeks for that ticket.

It was one of the best seats in the house.

I-I know, Roc. I-I was sitting in it.

You know, Joey, ever since you wrecked the car

pops had it in for me.

Ever since then, you've been his favorite.

Wait. W-what are you talking about?

Are you tryin' to say that-that that pop liked me better

because of some lousy Buick?

That's exactly what I'm saying

and you're gonna go downstairs right now and tell pop.

- Tell him what? - That you wrecked his car.

Ain't no way in hell I'm going down and tell him that.

Joey, you either do it on your own or I'm gonna make you.

- You and what army? - Oh, no army.

- Just me and my five soldiers. - Alright, alright.

- Hey, hey. - I-I, I'll go tell him myself.

Go ahead and tell him. You tell him. Okay?

He ain't gonna listen to you, anyway. Yeah.

He did like me best. And I'll tell you somethin' else too.

- You were adopted. - What...

- Let me tell you somethin'. - Hey, daddy!

- Let me tell you somethin'. - Hey. Hey, daddy.

Daddy, they've been up there an awful long time.

Why don't you go on up there and see what's keeping them?

I got a better idea.

Why don't you go up there and see what's keeping them?

Ooh, daddy, don't tell me you afraid of the mice too.

Okay, I won't tell you. Bye.

Yeah, so, so did one of y'all find the mouse?

No, but I found a rat I'd like to get rid off.

- What is going on here? - The usual.

Joey refuses to take responsibility

for anything he does.

Oh, and it's your responsi...

Your mission in life to make me responsible?

- Well, somebody has to. - Alright, now.. That's it.

I didn't have to, I didn't have to come here,

move in here in the first place--

- Get on out of here. - Now, wait a minute now.

Did somebody up in here kill the rat?

Eleanor, remember that story I told you a long time ago

about how I wrecked pop's Buick?

Well, Joey just confessed he did it.

You know, how-how-how do you like that?

So where exactly does the rat fit into all this?

Eleanor, Joey's the rat. He wrecked pop's car.

And that wreck has wrecked my relationship

with pop ever since.

Oh, Roc, that is silly.

Oh, Eleanor, you don't understand.

That car meant the world to pop.

You know, it was the first new car he ever bought.

And when it got wrecked, it was like a death in the family.

You know, and he blamed me for that. You know, not Joey, me.

You know and that's why he treats Joey better.

- Roc. - Oh, Eleanor.

I'm standing here feeling like

I've missed out on an important part of my life.

A part of my life I lost to Joey.

Hey, hey. You can, you can send my stuff to Coreen.

No, send it to Honey Toms... I'll call you.

Joey, Joey, do not walk away from this.

Now you got a problem to deal with here.

Look, sis, I'm sick and tired of dealing with Roc's problems.

Eleanor, Eleanor, let him go.

- She ain't got to let me go-- - Joey!

You know, runnin' away when you were nine years old

is one thing but you're a grown man now.

Shouldn't you start acting like one?

Now, your brother has gone out on a limb for you

more times than what I care to remember.

Now I may not understand exactly what is going on here

but I do understand one thing, it's important to Roc.

Joey, if you love your brother

isn't it time you start going out on a limb for him?

Boy, sis, doesn't that halo get a little heavy sometimes?

So you-you want me to tell pop that I wrecked the car?

Yeah. Mm-hmm, yes.

- Uh, pop. - Mm-hmm.

Joey has somethin' very important to tell you.

Sure, Joey, what is it?

Pop... I was--

Uh, wa-wait, wait a minute.

Joey...

...don't leave out any details.

- Pop. - Uh-huh.

Listen carefully.

Alright, son.

Pop, do you remember your-you '66 Riviera?

My Lena.

Boy, was she beautiful.

Until someone parked her in that big garage in the sky.

Okay, uh, pop...

Now, I-I know Roc took the heat for that

but, uh... the truth is, pop...

...I did it.

'Yeah, see..'

'...I was, I was hiding in the backseat'

'when-when-when Roc took the car'

and when he got out, I-I accidently

put the car in gear and-and it ro...

You know the rest.

I see.

- Joey-- - Hey, come on, pop.

We're family. Pop, pop, pop, no, pop. No.

I know how difficult it was for you

to tell me that

and I just want to say

I'm proud to be your father.

Hey, hey.

Thanks, pop.

Hey, hey, and, uh, ditto on that-that proud thing too.

Oh, boy, I-I feel good. I'll see you, I'll see you later.

Hey, hey, Roc, when you get a chance

yo, move your junk out of my new room.

Boy, I feel good.

Oh, that boy.

Mm.

I don't believe you just let him off the hook like that.

Well, what you want me to do? Ground him?

Then, he'd be in my face all the time.

You know, pop, admit it

you never forgave me for what happened to that car

and ever since you've liked Joey just a little better than me.

Oh, Roc, that's not true.

I've told you before I love both my boys the same.

Yeah, pop, you say that. You always say that.

But you can't deny

that you've always been tighter with Joey

than you've been with me.

Well, there maybe some truth to that, son.

I guess I was trying to get over the fact that

uh, you were your mother's favorite.

Yeah, you and your mother had a bond nobody could touch.

- Including Joey. - Oh, pop, now...

Don't go telling me that mom didn't love Joey.

- Because I know she did. - Oh, of course, she did.

Just because you have a special bonding with one child

doesn't mean you love the other one any less.

It's just that...

...well, your mother saw a lot of herself in you.

A sense of morality.

A sense of responsibility.

A tightness with her butt that I gotta tell you

really gets on my nerves.

Yeah. She was great that way.

'Hmm, your mother was great in a lot of ways, son.'

Get up, child. Stop acting like somebody died.

I brought you some dinner.

- I'm not hungry. - You got to eat, baby.

Mom, aren't you mad at me, too?

Well, you shouldn't have taken your daddy's car.

That was wrong.

But on the other hand, it was expensive to keep up.

I mean, anything that can't be fixed with scotch tape

and string, I say, get rid of it.

I can't believe I'm missing a Bullets-Knicks game

'cause of some girl

and now that I'm grounded I won't ever get to date her.

Oh, Roc...

...there gonna be lots of pretty girls chasin' after you

and they're all gonna love to do that.

Mom!

I got a surprise for you.

But, mom, I'm on punishment

So? I'm not. Now, shush.

Sounds like our boys are wiping up the court.

Yeah. Wes Unseld's is gonna do it to Will Reed tonight.

That'd be good.

'...bowls up a left-hander and it's in there.'

'Nice shot by Dick Barnett, a six foot seven, 210-pounder..'

Hey, boy, you know...

Hey, you know, it's good that we can all sit back

and laugh about this now.

- Right, pop? - Yeah.

It's been 20 years.

To tell you the truth, I let it go a long time ago.

Way back in 1990.

Well, the mouse is dead.

Oh, baby, you killed it?

I didn't have to.

I heard some thrashing around.

I went upstairs and found it lying in a pool of liquor.

I guess it drank itself to death.

Hey.

That's my scotch.

Who opened my scotch?

Uh, pop, I got another confession to make.

- Roc did it. - Imma kill you.