All language subtitles for The Quad s02e05 NativeSon.en

- Previously on "The Quad"...

- Thank you for having
my back yesterday, by the way.

- You're welcome.

- You're not eligible to play.
No practice, no scrimmages.

- Hey man, first of all,
I'm not your dude.

- Okay, first of all,

you're not nothing to me,
all right?

- You were driving erratically.

Ma'am, are you under
the influence of something?

- Of course not.

They threw me
up against the car

and pointed a gun in my face!

- I did bring my former
colleague, Kevin Carter.

He's one of the best
criminal attorneys in town.

- Any history
of anxiety attacks?

- Yes.
- You got me kicked off line.

- I don't understand
why you want to be

a part of a group
that puts hands on you, G.

-
All my sisters
and brothers

- Sigma Mu Kappa, step!

-
Baby,
hold my shaking hands

- You're something special,
you know that?

-
The ghoul sleeps
next to me

- I don't know
what you're all whining about.

Come on.

- Think they had enough yet?
- Nope.

Let's go. Let's go!

- Man, this ain't fair, coach!
We ain't throw no punches.

- None of y'all stop your QB
from throwing them, either.

Let's go, let's keep rolling.

- Sorry about this, guys,
I didn't mean for this--

- Shut up, man!
Shut the hell up!

- Let's go!

- Reporters are saying
you had an expired prescription

back in Connecticut
but found no record here.

Neither could my PI,
by the way,

which begs the question--

- This is not about
an expired prescription.

I was pulled over illegally.

- They are always pulling
people over on that street.

They assume
if you're over there,

you must be looking for drugs.

- Well, I wasn't,
and I am tired

of having to defend myself.

He should have to explain
his behavior, not me.

- Have you requested the
body cam and dash cam videos?

- Yes, Chrystal, I have,

but who knows
when I will get them?

Those are not the kinda things
they like giving up.

- Thank you, Chrystal.

I assume if you have someone
looking into my background,

they've also looked into his?

- Officer Mark Early has had
dozens of citizen complaints

filed against him,
but nothing stuck.

His actions were deemed
justified every time.

- That's ridiculous.
- Now, one guy...

Dave Hill, filed a complaint,

sued the department and Early,
but later dropped the case.

No explanation.

Just suddenly
wasn't interested.

- And how do we
get him interested?

- We don't, Eva.

We take a deep breath,

and then we let me do

what you're paying me
a good amount of money to do.

Let's try that.

- Dad. Hey.
Uh, what are you doing here?

- Forgot your manners, son?
- No, sorry.

Come on in.

- Your brother told me
something

that was quite disturbing.

He has it in his head
that you don't think

that you are Sigma Mu material.

Why in the world
would you tell him that?

- I didn't.

- All Richardson men,
your great-grand,

your grandfather,
your brother, and myself,

all proud men
of Sigma Mu Kappa.

- I understand, all right?
I'll try.

- Try?

Only the inadequate try.

Son, this is your legacy.

Start behaving accordingly.

- Looks like your pops
was on one today, bro.

That's probably every day,
though.

- Do you even care about
how you messed me up?

- If it was true, then yeah.

I guess I would care, G.

- Because of what you did,
now I gotta figure out

how to get in the frat
before my father realizes

that I'm out,
or else my life...

my life won't be much of one.

-
All dogs go to heaven

- Excuse me.
I am looking for a Dave Hill?

- You found him.
- I'm Dr. Eva Fletcher.

President
of Georgia A&M University.

- Why's a college president
looking for me?

- Is there, um, somewhere
we can talk?

Mark Early.

I also had an incident
with him.

He pulled me over illegally,
slammed my face

against the car,
just like he did to you.

- Saw that ridiculous shit
trending on Twitter.

- I know you dropped
your lawsuit,

but I am hoping
you'll come forward with me

and make sure he gets
what he deserves.

- You know, I was a student
at Atlanta CC.

At the time,
I couldn't afford my tags,

but I needed to get to school
and work, so I kept driving.

I get stopped by him,
and I end up with a record

because he hit me
and I defended myself.

I got convicted of assault.

Moms wanted to sue, but...

just wanted to move on, man.

- If you are willing
to testify,

we could take this thug down.

- I mean, personally,
I wanted to kill his ass,

but then I'd be away
from my son his whole life.

- Well, I-I can't say
it wouldn't be hell.

- Look, I can't do it.
All right?

I'm sorry,
but I'm not losing my life

over some racist bullshit.

No way.

- Um...
here's my attorney's number,

just in case
you change your mind.

Thank you for making time
for me, Mr. Hill.

- My company needs more
Georgia A&M grads.

We need more creative thinkers
who will help us

develop next-gen technology.

At SI, we recognize and support
the talent coming out of HBCUs.

We offer scholarship,
and other financial assistance.

Come and check us out,

and enjoy the rest of
your expo experience.

Oh, and a shout-out
to my mentee, Miles Thurmond.

Ask him about his internship
last summer.

- Hey, Miles.

Let me holler at you, bro.

- What's up?

- Bryce ain't do nothing wrong.

- I never said that he did.
- Put him back on the line.

- Are you for real?

- Let me put this
another way, bro.

I'd hate for Dr. Fletcher
to find out

about your little
underground bullshit.

Okay?

- You sure that's what
you want to do?

You know what?
Let me help you answer that.

Sigma Mu Kappa is responsible
for SI being here today.

Now, we go, they go,

and their scholarships
and internships go with them.

Well, good luck explaining
why Sigma Mu is not on the yard

to the people who benefit from
the food and clothing drives

that we run every year.

Right? We'll be gone.

And your boy still
won't be a Sigma Mu.

But you do what you gotta do.

- That's right,
straight through.

- Hands on the car, please.

- All of this
for expired insurance, really?

- Yes. Well--

- Got a minute?
- Sir.

Sir. Just one moment.

- Thank you.

- I'm so sorry,
I tried to stop him.

- I am sure that you did.

What is so important
that you could not show

a shred of common courtesy
to my assistant?

- There are police checkpoints
all over this neighborhood.

I just got stopped
coming back from a meeting.

Think it has anything to do
with your poor judgment?

- I wouldn't call standing up
for what I believe in

"poor judgment."

- Students are being harassed

because you didn't have a plan.

- My plan is to show
our students not to be afraid

to take a stand
when they've been wronged.

- You have been the president
of an HBCU for five minutes,

and you act like you've
been to the mountaintop

and seen the promised land.

Call the mayor's office.
Complain about the checkpoints.

Why don't you start there,
oh powerful one?

- Okay, so,
what are we gonna do

about these police checkpoints?

- Bro, it's harassment.

- They're just a trap to try
to arrest you, all right,

so make sure that you have
all your paperwork paid up.

I'm talking your insurance,
tags, everything, all right?

- Right.

- I heard the cops
are coming down on us

'cause of what happened
with Dr. Fletcher.

- The blame for all of this
lands right at her feet.

- Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about.

- Has anyone read
the police reports?

She refused to take
a field sobriety test.

Why?

- 'Cause she had the right to.

- Look, I'm not placing
the blame on anybody

about the checkpoints.

Eventually, they'll be gone,

but there is something
that'll affect GAMU

for a long time,
and that's this damn merger.

- You mean this legalized
identify theft.

- Merger or not,
we can't let Dr. Fletcher

cancel spring holiday for us,
right?

- It's a huge GAMU tradition.

- Just 'cause we're merged
doesn't mean

we can't preserve the culture.

- Hell, no!
- Leave it alone, bro.

- Talk about white privilege...

- Mm-hmm.

- So, tell me,

what do you know
about our culture?

- I know it's a part of what
makes this school great,

and if it's lost,
so is a part of GAMU,

merger or not.

- All right, all right,
so we reached out

to the special events
coordinator

about the spring holiday fest,
but,

I mean, we haven't heard
anything back yet.

- Man, they ain't trying
to hear us, man.

- Exactly.
- Yeah!

- Hey, hey, hey,
question, um...

has anybody tried to talk
to Dr. Fletcher about it?

- And I suppose you know
what we should say to her

since you know everything?

- Look, it's not about
what you say.

It's about how you say it.
You just gotta text her.

- And you have her number?
- We all do.

She gave it to us, remember?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- I'm about to text her
right now.

- He's right. He's right.

- You're lucky you weren't
at practice today.

Coach had us roll in the field.

- It must have really
pissed them off.

- Yup. Punishment
for the fight at the party.

Of course, Tavarus blamed
everything on me.

- He wasn't wrong.
- Are you serious?

Junior, I didn't even
throw the first punch.

What was I supposed to do?

- All I know is
that you threw a punch,

and you still on the team.

Anyways, have you even
apologized to Tiesha?

- She won't return my texts.
- Hmm.

- I'm gonna go to the store.
You wanna go?

- Nope. I gotta study.

- See you when I get back.

-
Used to travel around
with the world in my pocket

- Yo!
- What's up, Cez?

- Oh, man, that band
is hotter than July.

- Come on here and say hey.

- Well, look what
the cat dragged in!

- Cecil "The Fro" Diamond,
without the fro!

- Hey, man.

- And this is Michole,
and that's Jaz.

- It's nice to meet you, Cecil.

Don't let these clowns
bother you.

Fro or no fro,
you look good to me.

- At least somebody up here
got some sense.

- Watch him, baby.

- I'm watching.

- Cecil here used to play
drums, guitar, bass, keys,

whatever he could
get his hands on.

- Used to?

I still can make it do
what it do.

- Okay, well, prove it,
Mr. Marching Band Man!

Why don't you sit in with us
tomorrow night?

- Oh.
- Yeah, man.

- How's he gonna sit in
with us?

He don't know our set.

- A real jazz musician
ain't got to know the set.

It's all about the groove,
baby.

- Look, Old School.

How about you do your thing,
and I'll do mine?

- I wasn't looking
for an invitation.

- Come here, man.
Take five, everybody.

- That Michole can sing.
She's no Marvene, though.

- Did I tell you
that Jaz is Marvene's son?

- Yeah, I thought
I recognized that attitude.

- Just like his mama, man.
Just like her.

- What's all that about?

- I've been getting these vile
messages since this afternoon.

It's our students' way
of protesting my decisions.

- You shouldn't have given
everybody your number.

I wouldn't have done that shit.

- I don't see
why it's so funny.

- Okay.

I'm sorry you have to deal
with all that nonsense.

How are you coping?

- I am, uh, I'm managing.

I, uh...

I haven't slept much
in the last week.

Way too many nightmares.

It's just one problem
after the other,

and just when I thought
it could not get any worse...

you and Pettiway blocked
the sale of E.W. Smith Hall

by throwing that historical
status meeting at me.

You're my friend.

Why wouldn't you tell me?

- As your friend,
I should have,

but when you make a decision
that's wrong-minded,

I have to do what's best
for the school.

Changing the subject,

what's going on
with that crazy cop?

- Oh, it's crazy, it's crazy.

You know, I--
on the one hand,

I just want to keep fighting
until that bastard is on trial,

and on the other,
I don't want to give him

any reason to go around
digging in my life.

- So let him dig.

At least finally someone
will pay for treating us

like our lives don't matter.

- Are we talking as friends
or colleagues right now?

- Friends.

What is it, Eva?

- I came here
for the opportunity...

but I also came because...

when I was forced
out of Laura Farnsworth,

I didn't have anywhere else
to go,

and I wouldn't want
the metro PD to find that out.

- I'm sorry,
I don't understand.

- I cheated on my husband.

- That explains the divorce.

But what does that have to do
with Laura Farnsworth?

- The affair was with, um...

Was with a grad student.

Administration found out
and gave me two choices.

I could resign or be fired.

- And you're really
just telling me this now?

- My marriage was really bad,

and, uh, work stress
was off the charts.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't have told you then.

You wouldn't have
vouched for me.

- No, I wouldn't have.

I can't change that now.

- Nor would you, I-I hope.

- No. I guess not.

- Good.

'Cause I still know
that I am the person

to save the school...
and I'm really glad

that my friend
will have my back when I do.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- Whoo!

- What, you want some more?
You want more?

-
Won't see 21
if a knife in a gunfight

- You've reached Teisha.

- Leave a message
after the beep,

and I'll get back to you soon.

- Bo, you still in the bed?
- Oh...

- Damn. What happened?
- I got jumped.

- By who, though?
- That guy from the party.

The one I got into
a fight with.

This time, he had three
of his boys with him.

- Man, what you talking about--
man, hell, no!

I'm about to go--

- Forget it.

It's over.

We got mandatory workouts
later.

Will you cover for me?

- All right, bro.

I got you.

- Come in.

- Cedric Hobbs is here
to see you.

- Show him in.
- Appreciate that.

- Mm-hmm.

- Please.

Scroll through.

Tell me what you see.

- This is messed up.

- No, it's more than messed up,
it's appalling.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about it, would you?

- You serious?
- Right after you sent a text,

these rude, nasty messages
started coming.

- Look, I'm not saying
that that's the right way

to get your attention,
but I know

that you're not focusing
on the right thing either.

- Which is?

- You know
that I'm down with you,

but we need answers

to a lot of stuff
that's going on.

Like rumors about you canceling
the spring holiday fest?

- We don't have the money.

And I am amazed
that this school

is nearing bankruptcy,
and still all I hear is,

"Don't cancel our party!"

- See, that's the problem
right there.

Even I know that this festival
is about celebrating

our school's culture
and our history.

Why don't you know that?

- You know
what it used to be about.

Now it's just a party.

I am trying to keep
these doors open

so that we may continue
to build

this rich history and culture.

- Don't you mean our history
and our culture?

- We are not gonna have
a "black is,

black ain't" debate, are we?

- No, we're not.

- Coach, Coach, Coach.

Coach, I need to talk to you
real quick.

- You know you're not
allowed in here

as long as
you're academically ineligible.

- No, but BoJohn's hurt.

He slipped in the shower
and sprained his wrist.

- Is he breathing okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- Both his legs working?
- Mm-hmm.

- Then BoJohn's ass
should be here.

Tell your little roommate
to keep babysitting his wrist

while I look
for a new team captain.

- Okay, Coach,
BoJohn got jumped.

- What'd you just say?

- BoJohn got jumped.
- Jumped by who?

- That dude that he punched
at the party.

- Oh, hell, no,
we can't let that go down.

He's still our QB.

Let's go, man.

- Hey, hey! Hey!

If anybody in this room
leaves the campus

without my permission...

you're off the team.

What y'all standing around for?
Let's get it in.

- Come on, let's go.

-
No longer tortured
by your scene

- What up, frat?
- What up, frat?

- Now, get out of my way,
let me get to that fine woman

you got sitting next to you.

Come here often?

- Well I used to,
until the old men

started hitting on me.

Ah, Cecil, thank you so much
for the tickets.

- Anytime.
- Thank you.

- Anytime.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
tonight,

we got a special guest
in the house,

Mr. Cecil "The Fro" Diamond.

Come on up here, Cecil...

Thank you, thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

Look, we gonna take
a short ten,

and we'll be right back, huh?

- Whoever taught you
to disrespect fellow musicians

deserves a medal.

- Can't stand the heat,
old man?

- Ain't no old men here,
little boy.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,
what is all this arguing?

Didn't you hear that applause?

Look, why don't we
take ten, huh?

And then come back and give the
people what they came here for.

Go on.

Come on, man.

Let me buy you a drink.
Come on, come on.

- Who does this asshole
think he is?

Coming in early?
Stepping all over me?

Hey, baby, you looking good.

- What do you want?
- What do I want?

It's what I don't want.

That's what you need
to understand.

You and your hotshot attorney
can dig up

whatever dirt you want on me,

but I saw that glassy look
in your eyes.

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- I know what I saw.
Been doing this for 15 years.

- Fifteen years
of terrorizing people

and making it harder
for good cops to do their jobs!

Officer.

Officer?

Officer!

- It's open.

- BoJohn.

- Hey, Coach.

- Oh, man, this is much worse
than I thought.

- I'm all right.
I'm okay.

- No, you're not okay.

I'm taking you to the ER.

- No. I'm good.

- That wasn't a question.

We got to get you checked out,
all right?

Look, I saw the video
of the boys jumping you.

We're working on getting
their names right now.

- Coach, I just want
to let it go.

- We have to find a way
to let these kids know

they can't just be
jumping our students.

Come on, let me--
let's get you going.

Easy, easy.

- Bo.

I didn't know
what I was gonna find.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm all right, sir.

- It was a terrible thing
that happened,

but I promise you,
I'll handle it.

- I don't give a damn
about your promises.

My boy just got his ass
handed to him,

and I got a pretty good mind
to go find

the son of bitches myself
and show 'em

how we do it in Texas.

- I am sorry
about what happened to BoJohn.

I wish I could look
after him 24/7, but I can't.

- Well, you see,
that's not what you said

when you sat in my living room.

I believe
your exact words were,

"I'll take care of him
like he's my own."

- And that's what
I intend to do.

- And you didn't, did you?

- I was just about to take him
to urgent care.

- I can take my own son
to the doctor.

You already lost
one quarterback.

I'm here to make sure
my son is not next.

- Mr. Folsom, I have to do it.
It's school policy.

- Hell with your policy.
Hell with you.

- Dad.

Please.

- Let's go, boy.

- It's okay.

- Miles.

- Hey, what's up?

- I just wanted to apologize
about the other day,

my trying to mess up
all the good stuff

that you and your frat does.

Consider me educated, bro.

- Actually, I-I saw the way
you stepped up at the meeting.

You were front and center
when Dr. Fletcher got arrested,

and it was cool the way
you tried to help your boy out.

- It's actually what I kind of
wanted to talk to you about.

You know,
Bryce is a good brother

who deserves to be
on your line.

- See, that's what
I'm talking about.

You step up,
like real leaders do.

- What's going on?

- She canceled the spring
holiday and culture fest.

- Well, what do you care?

You wanted to see Lil Uzi Vert,
didn't you?

- She is making
unilateral decisions

without consulting us.

- Jump in any time you want.

- Okay, look, we all know,
you're her biggest supporter,

okay, but even you gotta admit,

she is running the school
into the ground.

- Maybe...

Eva isn't the right person
for the job.

There's nothing we can do now
without creating chaos

and getting us all
on the chopping block,

but when the time's right,

let's get rid of her.

- Let us know
if you have any problems.

- Thank you.

- He harassed me last night,
right out in public.

- Are you serious?
- Very.

But he will not get rid of me
that easily.

- You're a tough one,
Dr. Fletcher.

- No, I'm persistent, Mr. Hill.

I understand why you're
uncomfortable coming forward,

and that is what it is.

I will fight, for both of us.

Have a good day, Mr. Hill.

-
The morning mist reveals

- Oh, come on in, man.

- Hey.
- Hey! What's happening?

- How you doing, brother?
- All right.

- Oh, man, I just had to
come by and tell you

how cool it was
performing with you last night.

I tell you, man,
it felt just like old times.

- If you coming here to ask me

to go back on the road
with you,

the answer is no.

Come on in, man.

- Oh, man, Cecil,
I also wanted to just apologize

for Jaz's behavior last night.

- Oh, man,
don't worry about that.

That kid is a hothead.
I was one myself.

- Oh, I remember, all too well.

Thing is, um, that boy's
a really talented drummer.

His head is just rock hard.

You know, Marvene died
when that boy was 16,

and he never really had
a father

to teach him right from wrong.

- He listens to you.

On a good day.

No, that boy needs
some direction,

from, um,
from somebody like you.

- I feel you, man.

As much as I'd like
to help out...

I don't know why you keep
this dude with you, man.

It's hard being on the road
with somebody who has

his ass on his shoulders
all the damn time.

- But Cecil, man, sometimes,
you gotta give back.

- I give back plenty.

I just ain't taking in strays.

- What if the stray
is your son?

- The hell you talking about?
I ain't got no kids.

- I'm sitting here
telling you that you do.

- I-I mean, how the hell
is that possible, man?

- Look, when Marvene got sick,
she made me promise

not to tell either one of you,

but Cecil, when I saw
the two of you together,

I-I just had to say something.

Now, I told Jaz,
I owed him that.

He says he don't
want to see you.

- Then why you telling me?

- Because I think
you should try anyway.

- Dr. Fletcher.

- You startled me, Mr. Hill.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't want to interrupt you
at your office.

- How did you know
where to find me?

- Look, I, uh,
I got to thinking...

how could I call myself a man
if I stand by

while a woman is being harassed
and mistreated?

Please, put my name
on your witness list.

- Thank you, Mr. Hill.

- Thank you.

We'll see what happens.

- What do you want?
- We probably should talk.

- After 26 years?
Now you're ready to talk?

- I can't make up
for lost time,

but if I'm your father,
I want to be in your life,

if you want me to be.

I'm open to taking a DNA test--

- Man, get the hell out
of my face with all that!

My father is dead.

- Well, if you, uh...

If you change your mind,
you know where I am.

- Today,
the district attorney's office

filed multiple
criminal charges

against Officer Mark Early

of the metro
police department.

Several complainants
have come forward,

including Dr. Eva Fletcher,

President
of Georgia A&M University,

and Mr. Dave Hill
from Cobb County.

The city will review

all of Officer Early's
pending cases,

and a police commission
will initiate reform

within the metropolitan
police department.

Questions?

- Did I just hear
what I thought I heard?

- Yes, you did.

That dirty cop is finally
getting what's coming to him.

Thank God.

- I'm glad that's over, baby.

I can't tell you how many times
I had to explain,

"Yes, this is my car,"

and, "Yes, I do live
in Buckhead,"

to assholes just like that.

I have to go, I'm on call.

- Okay.

Did you forget?

- Eva, I would love to
write you a new prescription.

- I promise I'll get around
to that pharmacy thing,

but this works for now.

- I worry about you.

- Don't.

I'm under a lot of stress.

This won't be for long.

- All right, here they are.

- Thank you.

-
Uh, I'm so rude
if you let me

- I am Big Brother Miles Ahead!

Sigma Mu Kappa, Incorporated,
made a new chapter,

and these are my Lights!

Lights, step!

S Mu... move!

Lights, reveal!

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