All language subtitles for The.Wayans.Bros.S03E21_English

[blows whistle]

I want you boys and girls
to know, I'm proud of you.

You're one step closer to
the Little League Championship.

If we won, how come
we have to eat your chilli?

(all)
Yeah.

I know, when the other teams win

they get to go to McDonald's.

(all)
Yeah!

But they don't
have the bottomless cup there.

Who wants more coffee?

Yeah.

Hey.

Judging by all your
bloated stomachs

it looks like y'all won.

I remember me and Marlon
used to play on Pop's

Little League team.

Yeah, y'all are lucky.

Back in our day,
pop would
celebrate

by givin'
our whole team Jheri
Curl.

Who's responsible
for my luck today?

Hey, you must be Shawn.
I heard you're a good
pitcher.

- Hey, you know..
- And you must be Marlon.

Yeah, what-what'd
you hear about me?

That you're lactose intolerant.

Why, I could pinch you.

Wait.. Argh!

- Oh, oh.
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

- Aah!
- Stop it. Hey, stop it.

Stop.

Hey, Shawn, I bet,
you couldn't strike me out.

Ah, come on, man,
you're just a little kid.

I ain't gonna stoop down
to your level. Ha ha.

Scared, pretty boy?

I ain't pretty, punk.
Alright? Me and you
outside.

Come on, little Will Smith.

Hey, that's a good idea.

Why don't we all go out
for a little pick up game.

Yeah, pop. Whoo-hoo!

Okay. Alright, bet. Me and pop
will choose up the teams.

Alright, get in line,
guys, come on.

- Okay. Charlie.
- Jerry.

- Brandon.
- Bobby.

- Ricky.
- Mike.

- Lucy.
- Yes.

Wait, how you gonna
pick little champ brainy?

- Uh, TC, you wanna play?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

As long as I don't scratch
my platform shoes.

If you move, I'm gonna cut you.

Cut you.

It's either Norman or Marlon.

Pick your choice.

Are you serious?
Norman, get over
here.

Oh, come on, pop. I'm family.

How you gonna pick
little Martin
Lawrence?

Bye-bye.

Looks like
you're stuck with
Marlon.

Hell, no.
I got Rob, the crackhead.

Okay, great.
We got our team, let's go,
guys.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

[theme song]

♪ We're brothers ♪

♪ We're happy
and we're singin' ♪

♪ And we're colored ♪

♪ Give me a high five ♪♪

(male #1)
'Alright, cut and print.
Beautiful, guys.'

'Dynamite. That is..'

[upbeat music]

[instrumental music]

I told you that
Charlie could play.

You see how he tried to take
you out of second base?

Yeah, that ain't all
he tried to take out.

You alright?

Oh, about time you all got back.

I'm all weak and doody.

I need some of your meatloaf.

Can't stay away
from my cookin', huh?

Hmm-mm, there's a pothole in
the sidewalk that needs
fillin'.

So, how was your game?

Not too good.

- They benched me.
- Oh.

Aw, don't feel so bad, Marlon.

Everybody strikes out sometime.

By a ten-year-old
pitchin'
underhand?

Hey, he was throwin' heat.

Yeah, if we had a radar
gun,
we probably

would've clocked him at
what,
10, 12 miles an hour?

[mocking]

No. Baseball just
isn't your game.

I love baseball.

Any game where men wear
skin-tight pants

I'm front and center.

Hey!

[chuckles]

Yeah, well, while you molest
Shawn, I'll be in the bathroom

pickin' the splinters
outta my backside.

- Ooh.
- Peace out.

(Marlon)
Get out the way.

So, anyway, pops, what
does
your chances look like?

You think your team's gonna
make it to the championship?

Oh, yes, son,
this is the best team I had

since you guys played
with little Kenny.

Oh, yeah, I remember
ol' big head Kenny.

He did pretty good for hisself.

Ooh-ooh.

Who's this Kenny?

Hah, duh, Dee. Kenny Lofton?

Unh-unh. No.

You did not play ball
with Kenny Lofton.

Right.

The All-Star center fielder?

I love him!

Oh, you know,
his team is in town.

They're playing this week.

- Get outta here.
- Uh-huh. Yeah.

- Really?
- Hmm-mm.

Shawn, I'm gonna go call

and see if he can
give his old coach

some free tickets.

Hey, that's a good idea, pop.

And make sure you tell Kenny

I said, "Hey, man, what's up?

Give me a call."

[chuckles]

Wait, wait, wait, Kenny?

I know y'all ain't talkin'
about Kenny Lofton.

- We sure are.
- Yeah.

Oh, Marlon, what was he like?

- Kenny Lofton?
- 'Uh-huh.'

Oh, Dee.
That ball hog ruined my life.

Oh, come on, Marlon,
don't tell me

you're still mad
at that little game.

It wasn't just a game,
Shawn.
It was the championship.

- Of 1985.
- Oh.

Dee, I'll never
forget that day.

Stop. Move-move,
move over, move over.

- What?
- Mm-mm-mm.

It was a unseasonably cool day.

The Santa Ana winds
was blowing from the East.

Marlon, you live in New York.

Mind your business. Who's
tellin' the story, me or
you?

Anyway..

It was overcast,
we were ahead four-zip.

And I was playin'
the best game of my life.

But, somehow,
The Dragons staged a rally.

I got it! I got it!

Shawn's arm was gettin' tired

and The Dragons started
rippin' him one after
another.

Aah!

Shawn was throwin'
like a girl.

But, luckily, my sharp
fielding kept us in the
game.

I got it!

You get it.

That ain't what happened.

You stunk,
you couldn't catch a cold.

Never mind all of that,
what about Kenny Lofton?

- Anyway, Dee.
- 'Uh.'

We bounced back
and now we were one run ahead.

It was the bottom of the knife

two outs, place is loaded.

Oh, that hurt very much.

And their best hitter
was up, Slugger
Johnson.

Shawn served up a fat one.

Slow as nothin' on it, baby.

Slugger ripped one
to right field.

It was sailin' towards me,
I knew when I caught it

I'd be a Little League legend.

A hero.
This one was all mine, baby.

But, then..

...Kenny Lofton swooped in

and stole my glory.

[sobbing]
Why?

[all cheering]

Yeah, Kenny Lofton..

...I know him.

That's the man
that ruined my life.

Ah, come on, Marlon.
That was a long time ago.

Who knows what was going on
back then? Let it go.

Let it go, Shawn?
That was my ball,
man.

If it wasn't for
that,
he'd be the newsboy

and I'd be
in the Major
League.

You gotta get
Marlon
some help.

- Yes.
- Dee, look, I'm serious.

Look, before that,
I used to love
baseball.

After that,
I lost my
confidence.

No wonder, why I still sleep
with rubber sheets.

I'll pay
for the first
session.

Good news, good news.

I talked to Kenny's uncle.
He's hookin' us up.

He's gettin' us tickets
for tomorrow's game.

- 'Alright.'
- Y'all are smokin'.

I ain't going to no
game
that that man is in.

Come on, Marlon, man, it'll be
fun. Just like the old days.

No, I don't care,
what you say, I'm not goin'.

I'll buy you some peanuts
and crackerjacks.

- And a big foam finger?
- Twelve of 'em.

Wow, one for every finger?

If you got 12.

[instrumental music]

Here we go.

Dang, pop.
These seats are dope.

We're sittin' so close
I can see Darryl Strawberry

takin' his drug test.

Well, you know little Kenny
always did things in style.

Oh, yeah, brother.

Hey, look,
if Kenny had some real style

he would have sent
a much bigger limousine.

Oh. I'm-I'm sorry,
I think you're in our seat.

- This is my seat.
- This is my seat.

Actually, brah, I think,
you're in both our seats.

I knew it, I knew it.

He sent us some phony tickets.

You always trying to publicly
humiliate me, huh, Kenny? Huh?

You're jealous, man.
You're jealous.

God don't like ugly,
and you ain't friends with
him.

You're jealous. My bad.

Now, look at this stadium.

All the greats played here.

Mickey Mantle, Babe Ruth,
Reggie Jackson.

Sly And The Family Stone.

Everytime I come here,
something comes all over
me.

Ooh, I feel it already.

Ooh, come on, boys.
Let's start the wave.

- Hey. Hey.
- Hey, hey, hey, man.

[indistinct chattering]

- Come on, y'all, the wave.
- Hey, hey.

No, not like that,
don't be wavin' at me.

Pop. Hey, man, will you relax.

Hey. No more beer for him.

Yeah, he need
to go to a AAA meeting.

Hey, coach, what's up?
Shawn, glad you could make it.

- Hey, Marlon.
- Aah!

What's up..

What's up, baby?
How you feelin', man?

You alright? Hey, man.

Hey, I'm happy
for all your success, man.

I'm really happy for you,
brother. Keep doin' your
thing.

Keep doing it.

Thanks for the great
seats,
Kenny.

- Anytime, coach.
- Hey, Kenny, do me a favor.

Hit that little ball outside
for me with that little
stick.

- Mm-mm.
- Okay.

Did you hear that?

He called me coach.

Ooh, coach. I coached
his Little League team.

Taught him everything he knows.

That's nice.

You know that sweet swing
he's got when he's down

and wiggle his little ass
and he grab himself.

Those are my moves.

Hey, where you goin',
Nutty Professor?

Look at him out there,
such an ego maniac.

Look at him, signin'
autographs,
kissin' babies.

Fixin' his cup.

I should be fixin' his cup!

Well, y'all know what I mean.
That should be me out there.

You jealous, Kenny.
You jealous, man.

You're jealous,
you got the green eye.

Will you stop
acting
so childish?

And give me the
finger,
it's my turn.

Hey, Vampire in Brooklyn.

Get me some of that popcorn.

(sportscaster)
'And now, please rise
for the national anthem'

'sung by Janet Jackson.'

Janet!

[crowd cheering]

Janet!

Janet!

'My bad, Reebie Jackson.'

[crowd booing]

It's alright,
Reebie, do your thing.

Set a peak, girl.

Are you blind? Ray Charles can
make a better call than that.

- 'Did you see that, Shawn?'
- Uh?

- 'Did you see that?'
- Oh, uh, no, sorry, pop.

I was checkin' out
this fine topless

honey up in the Upper Bleachers
do the wave.

Let me see that.

That's a big-breasted man.

- Eh.
- Eww.

(sportscaster)
'And now batting, number 7'

'Kenny Lofton.'

Go, Kenny! Go!

Boo!

Eh. Da-da. Da-da.

(male commentator)
'...we all know the
attributes
it to his lucky bat.'

Ah.

'Okay, Johnson lines up'

'here's the pitch.'

'Strike one!'

[Marlon cheering]

Hey..

He's just warmin' up, man.

- Come on, Kenny!
- Oh.

Do it for the neighborhood, bro!

- Strike two.
- 'Johnson pitches.'

- 'And it's strike two.'
- Oh!

That's for you, Kenny.
That's for you, baby.

- Sorry about that.
- 'Boy.'

One more. One more strike.
One more..

- Go, Kenny!
- Come on, baby!

(sportscaster)
'Pitcher goes into his wind
up,
Lofton swings'

'he misses.'

'Oh, oh, the bat slipped right
out of his hand and looks like'

'it's headed straight
for the stands..'

'Oh, that's..'

Son, son.

Are you alright?

Is he gonna finish
that Eskimo Pie?

Hell, yeah, he's gonna
finish his Eskimo Pie.

Come on, son.

[instrumental music]

You alright, Marlon?

Would you like some
fresh ice for your head?

No, but I could use some
fresh ice for my drink.

Okay.

And, uh, maybe later on..

...give me a sponge bath.

And you could
be the rubber ducky.

Squeak squeak.

This boy's delirious, you sure
he doesn't have a concussion?

Did a brain scan,
they found nothing.

It's the same old
brain damage he always had.

[gibberish]

Would you stop
coverin' for him?

Look, when Kenny
hit me with that bat

he was tryin' to kill me.

Shawn, he saw me
up in the stands lookin'
fly.

He jealous. You're jealous,
Kenny, you're jealous, man.

- Marlon.
- 'You're jealous.'

Nobody could throw a bat
that accurately.

Besides, the brother
said he was sorry.

Oh, he's so sorry.

If he's so sorry, well,
where's the flowers, huh?

Where's the balloons?

Where's the Strip-O-Gram?

You know, just a little
somethin' that says I care.

Come on, Marlon, man. Why don't
you think a little positive?

You got hit in the head
by a future Hall of Famer.

Yeah, and he did
let you keep that bat.

That says somethin', hmm?

He didn't let me keep
jack,
I took it.

You have his lucky bat?

Oh, man-man, that could be
worth some real money.
Shoo.

When he makes it
into the Hall of
Fame

that could be
worth a couple
grand.

TC, this is not
about money, man.

This is about revenge, okay?
Payback.

Look, he wanted to hit me
with the bat

well, I'm takin'
his lucky bat. Huh.

Let's see how he likes
bein' a loser.

How you like that, Kenny?

You jealous, man, you jealous!

Hey, shh, he put a dent
in your forehead

you could put a little dent
in his pocket book.

[gibberish]

You on "Sports Boner" again.

(man on TV)
'Now, here's our nomination
for sports boner of the
week.'

[laughing]

You jealous, Kenny.
You jealous.

Well, you know, I say
we rewind that. Watch this.

Don't turn it off.

[instrumental music]

We're live here in Manhattan,
covering day 14

of the Kenny Lofton
bat hostage crisis.

'Without his lucky bat,
Kenny Lofton'

hasn't had a single hit
in a two-week stretch.

Marlon Williams,
the young man holding the bat

has refused our request
for an interview.

Well, we're here now with
some of his family and
friends.

Yes.

Ah, yes, hi,
I'm Shawn
Williams.

Marlon Williams'
very disappointed

and...single brother.

I'm a Capricorn,
I enjoy long walks on the
beach

and having grapes fed to me.

Thank you so much.

Um, Kenny Lofton has been
on a slump now for 14 days.

And I understand that you were
all childhood friends.

Yes, they were.

Why do you think your brother

would do something like this?

Revenge, Brian.

- Revenge.
- Hmm.

And I'm here to say that I'm..

...I'm very, uh,
distraught
over this whole thing.

Um, and I need the love.

- And support of a good woman..
- Oh, okay, thank you.

...to help me
through my time in
need.

Thank you.
So much. Thank you.

Are those Bruno Magli shoes?

- 'Brian?'
- Uh..

- Brian?
- Yes.

I have noticed that
your ring finger is
empty.

And this is my number
and I want you to know

that you can interview
me
up close and personal.

- Well, thank you so much.
- Anytime.

- If you know what I mean.
- I know what you mean.

- Thank you.
- I'm his father.

I just want to say,
Marlon, if you hear me

bring the bat down
to Pop's diner

located in the
Neidermeyer Building

home of the four-lime chili.

Remember, there's a
surprise in each bowl.

Special this week, if you find
my house keys in the chilli

you win the free ride
to the village.

You know, thank
you,
thank you so much.

So it looks like, uh

Kenny Lofton is not going to
see
his lucky bat again.

So why don't we run
that tape of Marlon Williams

infamous sports boner
of the week.

No.

Look at that,
poor little Kenny-Wenny

can't get a hitty-witty
without his lucky
batty-watty.

Tough. Suffer, bi-atch!

[laughing]

- You see that though?
- 'Well, yeah.'

Your boy's
all over the news, baby.

And so was the Unabomber.

Uh, listen,
rather this fame
thing

ain't gonna last forever.

That's why we gotta
strike
while the iron is hot.

Well, what you
got in mind, Dolomite.

That we can parley this bat

into millions of dollars.

[knock on door]

I ain't gonna take advice

from a man
with a dirty gold tooth.

[indistinct]

- Hey, what's up, Marl?
- Nope, nope..

What do you want?
Did you come to beg?

Come on, man,
what's up with you?

This is the moment
I've been waitin' for.

Go ahead, beg.

Let me see you beg
like Kief Sweat!

You're gonna whine.

Man, I thought we were friends.

Let's see, what is a friend?

Besides the yuppies on NBC.
Let's see.

F is for friendly,
for which you are not.

R is for right field,
from where you stole my dream.

And I is for ignorant,
for which you is.

Alright, that's enough.

- What's goin' on here?
- 'Oh..'

I tell you what's goin' on.

In my trunk,
I have a box full of
baseballs

for you to autograph.

I was gonna do it myself.

Since you're here,
we mighta let you..

I'll...go get it.

Come on, Marlon, what'll
I have to do to get my bat
back?

Well, you know what?
An apology would be nice, huh?

What, were you raised by wolves?

Already apologized
for hittin' you with the bat.

I'm not talkin' about
you hittin' me with the bat.

I'm talkin' about
the summer of 1985.

Summer of 1985?

I'm talkin' about
the Little League Championship

of 1985.

Yeah, think hard.

When you came running
from center field

and ran over to right
field
and took that ball

right outta my glove.

Kenny, that was my moment
to shine, man.

And you stole that from me.

Wait a minute, that's the
reason
why you mad at me?

Let's clear this up right now.

The only reason why I did that

was because the coach
told me to.

Coach?

You mean pops?

Yeah, your dad told me to
catch
anything that came near you.

Shawn didn't tell you?

Get the heck outta here.

Come on, Marlon,
it was the championship game

and you didn't catch
one ball all season.

So you mean I've been
hatin' you all these years

when I should've been
hatin' my own father?

Yup.

My bad?

Now, can I have my bat back?

Yeah, you can have it.

- Okay.
- Here you go.

Oh! Nah-nah-nah-nah..

Give that. What do you think,
you're crazy?

- This is our nest egg.
- 'Hey, look, hey.'

(Marlon)
'Give him-give him the bat.'

He needs it more than we do.

[mumbling]
Brother makes millions.

Go and buy another bat.
Come on, give me that.

Hey. Look, here!

Sprite shirt! Look.

Here, Kenny.
Break your slump,
man.

Thanks.

Do it for the team, alright?

Shoot, we were movin' on up.

- Alright.
- Thank you. Alright.

(Kenny)
'Hey, why don't you
and your family'

come to the game tomorrow?

Yeah, hey, but I don't think

pops gonna be able to make it.

Yeah, he's gonna fall down
a flight of stairs tonight.

[instrumental music]

(sportscaster)
'That's another run.
Six to nothing.'

'I think Lofton has to take a
lot of the credit for this
one.'

Hey, Marlon, that was pretty
nice of you, man.

Ever since
you gave Kenny his bat back

he's been two for two.

Yep, his slump is over,
and he have you to thank
for.

Oh, quit suckin' up, old man.

Marlon, I had Kenny cover
you
for your own good.

You didn't catch a
ball
all season.

I was tryin' to save
you
that embarrassment.

Yeah, but why didn't
you tell me, pop?

Marlon, it was
for your own good, man.

If you would've blown
the championship game

your whole team
would've hated you.

Well, actually
your whole team did hate you

but they would've
hated you more.

Hey, look, I wouldn't
have
blown nothin', alright?

I was gonna catch that ball.

And I would've been a hero.

Well, son,
I know you gonna be a
hero

you just have
to wait your
turn.

- Alright, alright.
- 'Strike two.'

I just want to prove to
y'all
that I could catch a ball.

Hey, hey, Kenny's up next.

[crowd cheering]

(sportscaster)
'And here's the pitch.'

It's comin' our way.

Yeah, watch it,
it's comin' our way, get
back.

I got it.

No, no, Shawn. No, no, son.

I got it.

'I can do it.'

I got it.

Catch it, Marlon, you can do it.

[dramatic music]

[crowd cheering]

(sportscaster)
'Wow. Nice catch..'

[screaming]

[crowd cheering]

[spits]

I got it. I got it!

[dramatic music]

I got it.

[grunting]

(Shawn)
Look up, Marlon, say
"Cheese."