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Previously on
Bob Hearts Abishola...

The food is delicious.
Mmm.

Yes, very good.

They put on a nice
wedding here, too.

Are you thinking
of one couple in particular?

A mother can dream, right?

So can aunties.Aw...

So what's the first step?

Abishola needs to finalize
her divorce in Nigeria.

And they'll need
to start looking

into neighborhood schools
for Dele.

And I'll have my lawyer
draw up a prenup.

What?

Well, it's just
this thing you sign

to make sure everybody
hangs on to what's theirs.

We know what it is.

But why does Abishola need one?

Do you think
she wants Bob's money?

No, but it's a family business,

and it needs to stay
in the family.

But wouldn't Abishola
be a part of the family?

Well, yeah.

Sorta.

UNCLE TUNDE:
Do you remember

a moment ago,
you asked us to tell you

when you are being offensive?

It's happening now.

AUNTIE OLU:
Dele, get the door.

Tunde, move it.

[footsteps]

Kaale.

Kaale,Bob.

My mother will be right out.

Great. Where's your auntie
and uncle?

Hiding. They don't
want to talk to you

because you are the son
of a monster.

Hey, you don't get to pick
your mom. [chuckles]

All right.

So how's it going with you?
How's school?

Fine.

Your mom says
they're moving you up

to an Advanced Placement
math class.

They are.That's exciting.

Yes.

You're not really selling
the excitement.

I'm sorry.

I'm just gonna grab some water.

Thank you, Tunde.

UNCLE TUNDE:
You're welcome, Bob.

You gonna come out?

AUNTIE OLU [whispers]:
Tell him no.

UNCLE TUNDE:
No.

Okay.

Would you like an ice cube?

AUNTIE OLU:
No ice cubes for him.

UNCLE TUNDE:
Oh. N-Never mind.

Ready?

Wow. You look great.

Hang on.

Thank you.

UNCLE TUNDE:
You're welcome.

They're a fun couple.

["Ifanla" by Sola Akingbola
playing]

To us.
To us.

It was so nice to
see Dele tonight.

He's a good kid.

Yes, he is. Thank you.

He's a bit of a Glum Gus,
though, isn't he?

Glum Gus?

Oh, you know, he's not
a big smiler or laugher,

anything pleasant.

My son is a very happy boy.

I'm sure he is.

He just seems like
he's under a lot of pressure.

If you mean the pressure
to succeed, then yes.

That's cool. Just keep an
eye on the shower drain

in case his hair
starts falling out.

Dele is fine.

I didn't say that he wasn't.

He is ambitious,
hardworking and focused.

And a little sad.

You know they make the Caesar
salad right at the table?

It's quite a show.

You have no business
telling me about my son.

I didn't mean anything by it.

He just seems so serious
for a kid his age.

Eh? And what's wrong
with being serious?Nothing.

And let's let that
be the end of it

and the beginning
of a nice dinner.

Well, we know who Dele gets
the serious thing from.

Boy, if looks could
kill, I'd be...

[quietly]:
All right.

HOST [over TV]:
You know how our game is played.

CONTESTANT:
Yes, I watch...

You are home early.Where is Dele?

I-In his room.

Poor Dele.

Are you unhappy?

Excuse me?

"Excuse me?" Are you a Glum Gus?

Am I putting

too much pressure on you?No.

Good. Then you need
to smile more.

Why?This is America.

We have to look happy,
even if we're not.

Okay.But you are happy?

Yes.If something was wrong,

you would tell me?

Yes.
Good.

Because if you did not,
you would be in big trouble.

Let me see you smile.

You need to work on that.

MAN [over TV]:
Hi, nice to meet you.

WOMAN:
Hello. How are you?

MAN:
I'm good. How's tonight?

Douglas?Yeah?

Come over and sit
next to me, honey.

Okay.
[grunts]

Knock it off!Aah!

Hey.

You're home early.

Yeah.

Everything okay?

Not really.
Anything to eat in here?

I thought you went out
to dinner.

Yeah, I thought so, too.

You want to talk about it?

Nope.

Grapes.

Good choice.

Oh. Sit here.

Watch her right hand.
It's still got some snap.

So, tell me.

Oh, everything was fine.

I was talking about
how great her son is.

I made one
little critique and...Stop.

What?

You're wrong.

I didn't tell you what I said.

It doesn't matter what you said.

No single mother
wants to hear

her child be criticized
by some random guy.

I'm not random.

In the eyes of
God, you are.

We all are.

Okay, thatwas random.

A-And what I said was true.

Her kid's depressed.
She refuses to see it.

Douglas? Tell him.

Rule number one
for dating single moms:

never give
parenting advice.

I mean, never.

Even if the little guy's
in the basement

making a suit out of human skin,
you keep your mouth shut.

And yet you kept
seeing his mother.

I'm going to sleep.

Sweet dreams, sad man.

Geez, I don't
even know I'm doing it.

Well, now you know!

Sounds like he's just
trying to help.

Hey, I don't need his help.
My son is fine.

Straight A's
and an honor student.

And that's all that matters.

What mother would not choose
a smart, sad child

over a happy, dumb one?

He is not sad.

Are you sure?

'Cause every time I see him...

He is not sad.

And why would he be?

[phone vibrates]

Ah, Chukwuemeka.

The bee wants more honey.

What?

He texts me all day long.

Loves the emojis. Look.

I miss you, Kemi.

[laughs]
Man,

you really did
a number on his head.

I did a lot of things
on his head.

ABISHOLA:
I don't understand.

Do you like him or not?

I like that he likes me.

Ugh. Kemi, that is not enough.

Hmm. Maybe I misspoke.

When I said "he likes me,"
I meant he worships me.

Oh, come on.

Kemi, I worship you.

The only
problem we have

is his mother.

She disapproves of me,

so I have no choice
but to keep seeing him.

Shouldn't you respect
her opinion?

I do respect it. That's why
I wait till after she's asleep

before I sneak
into his apartment

and let him worship
my brains out.

So you can't be making no noise.

No. And it's not easy.

At the moment of truth,
I have a tendency to squeak.

Oluwa mi o.

Now, when you say "squeak,"
you mean like a dolphin

or like a mouse?

More like a leaky balloon.

[squeaking]

[laughs]

[knock on door]

You wanted to see us,
Mr. Wheeler?

Yeah, guys, come on in, sit.

Is everything okay?

Not really.

I-I got a personal problem.

Oh, good.
It's not good.

That is what I said.

GOODWIN:
Don't mind him.

He's just relieved that we are
not here as your employees.

We are here as your buddies.

Yes. So, what is up, buddy?

Abishola's mad at me

'cause I said she puts
too much pressure on her kid.

And so now you need
a new girlfriend.

No, I just need
to know how to fix it.

And I just told you:

get a new girlfriend.

Come on. It can't be that bad.

I'm afraid it is.

You have criticized the way

a Nigerian woman
brings up her child.

As the saying goes,
you have gone to the bathroom

in the bed on this one.

Number two, Mr. Wheeler.All right!

It's bad, I get it.

But there's got to be some
way to make it up to her.

I mean, I was just
looking out for the kid.

And some women
appreciate that.

But none of them
are Nigerian.

GOODWIN:
Oh.

I know.

You need to date a
less stubborn woman.

Uh, maybe see
if Match.com

is offering any single ladies
from the country of Ghana.

Yes. As a people,
they are very loosey-goosey.

I don't want
another African.

I want Abishola.

Bob, buddy.

There comes a time
when you have to move on.

And now is the time.

Mema wo tiri nkwa.

That's that?

"Good luck," in Twi.

The language or your
new Ghanaian girlfriend.

Trust us. They're
the Canadians of Africa.

NEWSMAN:
...razing or heavily damaging
30 homes...

Dele, did you
take out the trash?

Maybe he's sleeping.

Dele, did you take
out the trash?!

Go and check.

There were a few people
on the streets,

as the Cincinnati Archdiocese
canceled classes

at two inner-city
Roman Catholic schools.

The police urge
curiosity seekers...

He's not there.

What do you mean
he's not there?He is not there.

A-And the window to his room
is wide open.

So he has run away?

And increased our heating bill.

AUNTIE OLU:
Thank you for checking.

Sorry to bother you.

What about the Chinese girl
he plays chess with? Call her.

You think he ran away
to play chess?

I think he ran away
to play the Chinese girl.

Has he called?
No.

Have you called the Chinese girl
he plays chess with?

See?

[knock on door]

It's open.

Hello.
Dele.

Are you busy?
Am I bothering you?

No, no, no.
Come on in.

What are you doing here?

Are you with your mom?
No.

She's at work.

Does she know you're here?

No.

Okay, what's going on?

I need your help.

You have to tell my mom
I don't want to be a doctor.

Well, couldn't you make up
something easier,

like you got a chick pregnant?

I have to lie to her
every day

about what I'll be
when I grow up.

And it makes me very sad.

Ha! I knew it.

What?

Don't worry about it. Here.

Here's the thing.

I want to help you.
I-I really do.

But do you know the phrase
"don't shoot the messenger"?

No.
Basically it means
I'm not gonna tell her.

Please, Bob.

Well, how about
we soften the blow?

I-Is there
anything else

you-you want to be
she might support?

You know, like a lawyer,
an accountant, an engineer.

I want to be
a dance choreographer.

Aw, dude, that is not
on her list.

No, it is not.

Just so we're clear,

we're talking
about musical theater,

with all the jumping around
and people singing

what they're thinking?

Yes.

Huh.

What if we start by telling her
you got a chick pregnant,

then we pull the old switcheroo?

UNCLE TUNDE:
Dele!

ABISHOLA:
Okay.

Okay, Auntie, call me
the second you hear from him.

Dele!

Dele!

Ah, maybe he went
to see Kemi.

[phone vibrating]

KEMI [whispering]:
Yes, what is it?

ABISHOLA:
Have you talked to Dele?

No, I haven't.

Why are you whispering?

I'm on a date.
Hold on.

CHUKWUEMEKA:
Yes, Mummy, what?

OGECHI: Is someone
in here with you?

CHUKWUEMEKA: No.OGECHI:
I thought I heard voices,

and then a squeaking sound.

CHUKWUEMEKA:
No, it's just me.

Come, let's talk
in the kitchen.

I'm hungry.OGECHI: It sounded
like a leaky balloon.

Okay, so why would Dele
be calling me?

He snuck out of the house
and went down the fire escape.

The fire escape?

That's good.

Why is that good?

It might not be.
I don't know yet.

What are you
talking about, Kemi?

Don't worry, he's a good boy.
He will show up.

He's probably
at the library studying.

You think so?

Mm-hmm. Either that,

or he's playing chess
with that Chinese girl.

All right, all right,
I'll let you know

when I've heard from him.
Goodbye.

How late is
the library open?

[phone ringing]

Bob, I can't talk right now...

What?

Okay, we'll be
right there.

He's at Bob's work.

What's he doing there?

I don't know.
Let's just go.

[sighs]

This has turned into
a very exciting night.

What? It has.

♪ I got loyalty, got royalty
inside my DNA ♪

♪ I got power, poison, pain
and joy inside my DNA ♪

♪ I transform like this,
perform like this ♪

♪ Was Yeshua's new weapon,
I don't... ♪

[music stops]Wow.

You're really talented.

I know.
[laughs]

And your mom doesn't
have a clue?

I've been very careful.

Respect.

All right,
when she gets here,

let me talk first.

What will you say?

I don't know, probably
something I'll regret.

But I do understand
where you're coming from.

You know, when I was your age,
I had a dream, too.

You didn't always want
to make socks?

Don't be a wise guy.

I wanted to be
a pro football announcer,

like John Madden
or Al Michaels.

I mean, how cool would it be
to make a living

watching a game you love
and talking about it?

Well, why didn't you?I did for a while in college.

I was good at it, too.

But then my dad died,

and I had to come home
and run the business.

That's very sad.

Yeah, well, that's life.

Sometimes you just have
to suck it up

and do what you gotta do.

So you think I should
be a doctor.

No.

I think you got
to chase your dream

as long as you can.

Thanks, Bob.

And just so we're clear,
if your mom asks

if I encouraged you,
I'm gonna lie my ass off.

Respect.

All right.

Where is he?

He's okay. He's in my office
having a snack.

Why did he come to you?

Uh, the truth? 'Cause
he couldn't go to you.

Why not? I'm his mother.

He knows I love him
more than my own life.

Does he?

What?Oh, Bob.

All right, we all just
need to stay calm.

Don't tell me to stay calm!See, that's the problem.

I can't tell you anything!

Nobody can.

Oh, Bob.

Remember when I said I thought
Dele was a little sad?

Yes.
Well,

I don't want to
say I was right,

because you are not now
and have never been wrong.

But your son doesn't
want to be a doctor.

Yes, he does.

That settles it.
I'll get the boy.

Look, hang on, Tunde.

I'm trying to help you.

The reason Dele is miserable

is because what
you want for him

is not where his heart is.

Who cares where
his heart is?

Well, in Nigeria, maybe nobody.

But he's an American now,

and we're real big on
having dreams and stuff.

Eh. And has he told you
about these dreams of his?

Uh, yeah, it came up.

What are they?
What are they?!

You know, I think it's best
you heard from him.

♪ Like I do♪♪ When, when, when,
when you see a star ♪

♪ Star's always dripping
with swag ♪

♪ I pull up in a white Lambo

♪ For ma hood na call me Rambo

[vocalizing]

♪ Star don't like
to talk too much ♪

♪ Star like to keep it cool

♪ Daz how star do

♪ But if you vex star, oh

♪ Star go give you
two punch, too ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ I'm a superstar layeee

♪ Sandal Kati lese mi oh

♪ Mo gda'de sori oba oni oh

♪ Daz how star do

♪ Ten milli,
ten million for a show ♪

♪ Daz how star do

♪ Never... [music stops]

So, how long have you been
practicing behind my back?

Three years.

Oh, Dele.

Tell me, how does
a person make money

doing this dancing
and choreography?

I don't know.

It just makes me happy.

"Happy." [chuckles]

You arean American.

I think the important thing
here is the two of you

are communicating
openly and honestly.
Bob?

Zip it.

Yes, you should zip it.

I'm still angry with you.

Sure. Dele, you and
me are good, right?

Bob!

Here's what you will do.

You will go to college
and study medicine

and this nonsense.

And when you graduate,

you and I will
sit down together,

and Iwill decide
what is next.

Thank you, Mum.
That's wonderful.

You're happy
with that?

Oh, Bob.

Come on.

Let's go home.

Uh, Abishola, y-you and
me, we're back on, right?

Maybe have that dinner?

Hello?

You'll call me?

She'll call.

[sighs]

Chukwuemeka!

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