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(sighs)

Rick, that restaurant.

I just love it when you use your wealth to seduce me.

It makes me feel like that hooker in Pretty Woman.

Hmm.

Well, I love it when you let me...

(giggles): You so nasty.

What? I'll show you "so nasty."

Yeah? You dirty little hooker.

Get your hands off my mama!

Oh... Malik?

What are you doing hiding in my house?

I-I needed to find something,

and I knew you wouldn't give it to me,

so me and Tee Tee tried to find it on our own.

Tee Tee?

Hey. Ms. Mack.

Rick.

So, dirty little hooker, huh?

I likes that.

All right.

What are you guys doing here?

Okay, Ma.

I keep having this...

Rick, can you please zip up your pants, man?

Oh, sorry!

Damn.

Anyway, Ma, I keep having the same dream, okay?

I'm back at Pop Warner.

Danny Glover and Morgan Freeman--

they keep showing up to my games,

and they're yelling out plays to me.

What are you saying, Malik?

What, you're having some kind of repressed memory?

Oh, my God.

Did Danny Glover touch you when you were little?

Mama, no. Come on, now.

Tasha, uh, Morgan Freeman and Danny Glover

represent the black iconic father figure.

And Malik wanting to be a kid again

is him wanting to repeat the journey.

I think what Malik is feeling is he needs his dad.

It's like this, Ma.

I-I want my dad's number.

So, come on, man.

I mean, your mom gave you the number, right?

So, let's just do it. Yeah.

Yeah. Just do it.

But after I dial this number, Tee Tee, I'm telling you,

no matter what happens, man, I'm done.

Hey, man, you remember that game we used to play

when we was kids, and we used to just dial random numbers

trying to find your pops? (chuckles)

Who'd have thought we'd find my dad, though?

Do I remember that game?

Boy, do I remember that game? Come on now.

Come on.

(grunts)

I can never forget that game, boy.

Hold up.

You trying to tell me you've been dialing

random numbers since we was nine?

And you know we got Google.

And Facebook and LexisNexis, 1-800-USSearch and AMBER Alert.

Damn it, Tee Tee, I get it!

All right.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

Um, can I speak to, um, Chauncey?

WOMAN: Chaun...

Ain't nobody named Chauncey live here.

(line clicks)

Toss them.

(groans)

Two rings, then voice mail?

(sighs)

Oh, my God, this is bad.

I have been calling Derwin all week, and he won't answer.

How could he be so upset over McHottie?

I mean, we had an understanding, you know?

We were in our "checking in" stage.

Uh-uh. Look, if I hear about you and Derwin one more time,

I'm gonna stick my Loubous up your ass

and kick your teeth out from the inside.

Okay.

That might have been a slightly disproportionate reaction.

Okay, you'd be disproportionate, too,

if your son was nosing around your house,

asking for his daddy's number.

Here we go again.

You damn right, here we go again!

You think I'm gonna let that man

come back into his life, after all of the hard work I've done,

and play daddy? Oh, hell no!

You know how hard

it is to teach a boy how to pee standing up?

Hell, I almost lost this eye.

Tasha, Malik has

the right to meet his father, okay?

Just like I have the right to talk about Derwin.

You know what? You're right.

You're right. And when I go to jail

for choking your ass out, the police are gonna tell me

that I got the right to remain silent, but I ain't.

I'm gonna keep on talking, okay?

So don't talk to me about no damn Derwin!

Punk-ass Chauncey.

Well, he left me alone to raise Malik while he went off

to his little bougie college, lived his little fancy lifestyle

and now he want to ride in on a white horse

and reap the benefits of my work?

Hell, no!

That's why I gave Malik the wrong number.

What?

How could you be so mean?

'Cause I'm mean, Kelly!

Don't you know that by now?

All right.

You know what?

You are not little Tasha who rides the bus anymore, okay?

You are Tasha Mack,

who pushes a Mercedes-Benz,

and-and-and that's just on what?

Tuesday?

Wednesdays.

Um...

She's right.

I mean, I know he left you back in Richmond.

But you're not in Richmond anymore.

You live in La Jolla.

You have a beautiful home,

a great job, and best of all,

you're doing Rick Fox.

Mm-hmm. (grunting)

(giggles)

(laughs) You know what?

I-I never thought about it like that.

But you know what? Y'all right.

Y'all right.

You little ignorant heifers, y'all right!

You know what? I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna hook Malik up with his daddy.

Well, I'm Tasha Mack!

What? Bentley on Monday.

Lambo on Tuesday.

(grunting) All week long!

(laughter)

TASHA: Okay. Watch out.

(cell phone ringing)

(scoffs)

Really, Melanie?

(ringing stops)

(knocking on door)

What's up, Mommy?

Come on in. Take a load off.

I got something to show you.

What is it, Derwin?

I'm exhausted.

All right, give me a second. Give me a second.

Okay, you ready?

(laughs, grunts)

Huh! Bam!

Okay, great. You got new clothes.

I will call CNN.

No, no, no. That's not the surprise.

This is. Boo-yah!

Oh, yes. Baby's first day at the zoo.

Okay? Nice little trip.

What do you think?

I think you look like two dummies in the same outfit.

You know, that's too bad because...

...when you put yours on,

we're gonna look like three dummies.

Pie-yaw!

So, this is a joke to you?

Huh?

What, are we supposed to just be a happy family in the day,

but when we're done playing house,

you can run off and play hubby to Melanie at night?

Uh-uh. (scoffs)

No, Janay, I was just trying

to do something nice for the baby.

Then do that.

But don't include me.

Your relationship with your son is going to be yours.

Not ours.

I don't need you trying to be nice to me

and painting this fake-ass picture

of something we're not.

I know what we are.

And all this extra stuff is confusing.

Whoa, whoa.

Hold up, Janay.

(chuckles)

Wow. I was just trying to be a good dad.

I'm sure you will be.

(door opens)

Rick.

Rick! What you think?

Is it too much?

What?

Probably lose the hat?

Tasha, I don't know

why you're going through all of this.

Malik's dad's coming to bond with Malik,

not take you to a Ali/Frazier fight.

Relax, Rick.

You know what? Matter of fact,

stand up.

Can't nobody see how big you are

when you're sitting down.

I need you standing, like a monument.

You're my Mount Rushmore.

(door closes) (giggles)

Presenting Mr. Malik Wright.

That was good, Marta.

Next time, use an American accent.

I'll do my best. (laughs)

That was funny.

Uh, why you all dressed up?

Is there a fight tonight?

(chuckles) No, baby.

This is all for you.

Look, I felt really bad about you

not being able to reach your dad.

Ma, come on.

You ain't have to do all this for me.

It's not your fault the number was wrong.

Besides, listen, I thought about this whole dad thing,

and I'm over it.

You are?

Yep! Best thing that could have happened to me, Rick.

Y'all...

when I hung up that phone,

it was like a weight lifted off me.

It freed me!

(laughs) It's all better.

Y'all, come on, now.

(doorbell rings)

Malik doesn't know his dad's gonna be here?

It's a surprise.

A surprise?

What, they don't have surprises in Canada?

Presenting...

I got this, Marta.

Hello, Latasha.

Malik.

This is your fa...

Your da...

It's Chauncey.

(sighs softly)

I'm Rick.

Lawrence.

Everybody calls me "Chauncey."

Mm.

Want to have a seat?

Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

Is it okay if I sit now?

Oh, sweet Laker of mine, you don't have to ask me that.

We have a wonderful relationship.

I do what you say.

CHAUNCEY: Well, uh, Latasha,

it's good to see you.

You look... well.

It's a...

It's a beautiful home.

Thank you. Oh...

Excuse me.

Where are my manners?

It's like the more expensive it is, the hotter it gets.

CHAUNCEY: Uh, yeah.

Say, uh, speaking of hot, Malik,

I saw you play against Arizona last week.

Man, it must have been 90 degrees out there.

Hundred.

TASHA: Speaking of a hundred,

who would like champagne

that costs four times that?

So, uh,

I was sorry to hear about you and Robin.

How you dealing with it?

Fine.

TASHA: Yeah.

Yeah, marriage is a bitch.

So what about you, Chauncey?

What, you married?

Got a home? Family?

Prison record?

Uh...

Yes, yes, yes, no.

Thanks for asking.

So, Malik...

TASHA: I ain't trying to pry.

I mean, it's okay

if you don't want to talk about your life,

'cause you know we all got our secrets. I'm just saying.

There's no secret.

I live in Atlanta with my wife Sheila.

I have two sons, Mark and Matthew, and a daughter.

Sheila?

Mm, I bet she white, ain't she?

(coughs)

Why would you go there? It's a question...

What possible reason could you have for asking me

a question like that in front of everybody? (Tasha arguing)

Are y'all serious?! Are you two serious?!

Dawg, I haven't heard from you in forever.

Don't you think I'm what you need to be

focusing on right now, huh? Malik...

You sit up here... Malik, will you

calm down, baby? You know what?

And you, you bringing me over here

talking about you want to surprise me,

when all you really wanted to do was impress a man that left you

with stuff that I bought you!

You make me sick.

Malik. Malik.

Malik!

See, this is your fault.

I'm sorry, Latasha. I didn't mean...

Yeah, "I didn't mean."

You know what? You never "mean."

You didn't mean to get me pregnant.

You didn't mean to desert your child.

You didn't mean to screw up my life

every time I see you, but you do.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

You think?!

I think you better go.

Oh, God!

Uh... hmm.

(knocking on door)

(imitating Terminator): I'll be back.

(chuckles)

Janay?

Where the hell were you?

You had me up there huffing and puffing by myself!

Huh?

Prenatal yoga, Derwin. It was today!

Okay.

"Okay"?

What? That's it?

Oh, God, it's my ass!

You're a...?

You're embarrassed!

I don't blame you.

No, I-I just didn't come to class today

because I was trying to give you some space.

That's what you wanted, right?

Derwin, I am-I am carrying your son!

Janay, woman, you're mad at me

for trying to act like we're a family.

Next minute, you're mad 'cause I'm not.

Which is it?

Why are you yelling at me, Derwin?!

I'm not yelling.

So now I'm a liar?

Oh, God, I-I don't even...

I'm afraid to answer that.

What is it? I don't understand.

Help me understand. Derwin, I don't know.

I am confused, okay?!

One minute, I want to cut your nuts off.

The next, I just want to hold 'em close to me.

God, I don't know what I want anymore, Derwin.

(sobbing): I am so lost.

Look, Janay, okay, I'm lost, too, all right?

But I'll follow your lead.

All you need to do is tell me what you need from me,

and-and I promise, I'll be there for the baby and for you.

(sniffles)

I know you will, Derwin.

I do know you will.

But it's not you.

It's me.

I feel like, honestly,

the only reason I'm acting like this is

because I still have feelings for you.

I don't know what to do with those feelings.

God, I'm sorry.

That's all right.

It is all right.

Once Derwin sees that you've accepted the baby,

he's gonna know you're serious about moving forward.

Yeah, you're right.

I mean, we wouldn't still be on this merry-go-round

had I just done this

from the beginning. Oh, my God.

There's Derwin and Janay.

(chuckles)

Should I go say something?

Why not? It's a good time as any

to show them both what you got the baby.

'Cause you're gonna have to accept her, too, you know?

You're right.

How do I look?

(both chuckle)

Oh.

Girl, that's no big deal.

I'm sure she's just cold.

Maybe her lips are cold.

Or she needs CPR.

Okay. (sighs)

It's a big deal.

(buzzer buzzes)

(buzzing continues)

(sighs)

Man, how in the hell did you find me?

Star maps.

Can we talk?

Go ahead, man, talk.

Face-to-face.

Please?

How do I make things better?

(grunts) Oh! Ow!

That's a start.

(groans)

Ah!

Why in the hell did you come here, man?

I just...

This is so messed up.

This is not what I wanted to happen!

Well, then you should have stayed gone!

Can I get a towel?

(clears throat, groans)

Come in.

(groans)

Malik... don't be mad at your mom

for inviting me here.

She was just doing what she thought was right for you,

like I'm sure she's always done.

How in the hell would you know what my mom has always done?

Look at you.

Against all the odds in the world,

look where you landed.

You're rich, successful and famous.

Yeah, I got all that.

But I also have insecurities.

I can't keep a relationship.

What about Windsor knots and-and razor bumps

and peeing standing up?

Malik, I'm sorry I left you

with all these unanswered questions.

Wait a minute.

Don't tell me you pee sitting down.

No.

Well, sometimes, but whatever.

Malik... I can't change the past.

But I want you to know...

I did think about you.

Hey, whenever I saw you on TV,

I would think to myself,

"Wow... that's my son."

(voice breaks): And I was so proud.

But part of me felt like I-I didn't deserve to be proud

because I didn't raise you.

Your mom did.

I'm sorry.

(chuckles): I'm a crier!

Thank you.

(sniffs)

(clears throat)

You don't know how happy I was

the day Latasha called me and said those beautiful words.

(mimics Tasha): "Punk-ass Chauncey, your son want to see you."

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

Huh?

Man... (chuckles)

I'd erased you from my life, man.

Finally gotten to a point where I could move on.

I called you every day, man.

Tried every number in the book to reach you.

(sniffs)

Come here. Nah.

Don't hug me.

You got to earn it.

That's fair enough.

Want one?

(grunts)

(sniffs)

So now what?

We supposed to be father and son?

Facebook friends, buddies, what?

Any of those.

All of those...

if you let me.

(sniffs)

(sighs)

(sniffs)

What's this?

It's my cell phone number.

For real?

Call me anytime.

(door slides closed)

(whirring)

(dialing)

(sobs)

(line ringing)

Hello.

What's up, Dad?

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