01x02 - Black of Focus

[bunniefuu]

♪ Head above water
I'm making a way ♪

♪ It's the first of the month
And the bills ain't paid ♪

♪ I'm saying
Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Yeah
Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Keep my family close
Pick me up when I'm low ♪

♪ Help me down on this road
And I'mma bring us back home again ♪

♪ Man, this feeling's like Good Times
Yeah ♪

♪ Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ And today I'mma get out my way, Momma ♪

♪ They try to spray
But the spirit kept me safe, Momma ♪

♪ Again
Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Yeah
Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Hustling to survive
I'm just doing my job ♪

♪ Feds be blocking my shine
But the sun always rises here ♪

♪ Man, this feeling's like Good Times
Yeah ♪

♪ Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

[siren wailing]

[Beverly]
♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪

♪ How I wonder what you are ♪

♪ Up above the world so high ♪

[Dalvin cooing]

You like that, don't you?

- Yes, you do.
- I do.

- [Beverly] Who's my little man? Who?
- Me, Mama, me!

Oh Lord, we gotta stop.
Your father'll be home.

You mean your wack-ass husband?

Hey. Just because you guys
aren't getting along

doesn't mean he's not your father.

I gotta get this place right.

I'm out. Holla at me
when your man ain't home.

Your daddy.
Oh, and don't forget your chopper.

Can't have my baby out there lack luster.

It's lackin', mama. Lackin'.

You know what I mean. Be safe, baby.

Hey! You got a lot of nerve showing
that face of yours around here.

[western music plays]

And you got a lot of nerve
showing your face anywhere.

Um-hmm. Must be coming from selling
to the crackhead next door

'cause I know your drug-dealing ass

ain't comin' from my house
while I wasn't home.

And if I was, what you gonna do about it?

I'll show your little ass exactly
what I'm gonna do about it.

[music continues]

- [woman] Oh sh*t.
- [Reggie screaming]

Oh, not my hip again.

Oh, hey. How you doin', Miss Moosie?

Better now
since my hip popped back in place,

but if they don't fix that elevator,
I'll be taking a different stairway.

To heaven.

- [Reggie] Have a good day.
- Oh, I'll try, child.

Little m*therf*cker.

- Did Dalvin come in here?
- Now, why would Dalvin be in here?

That little rotten-ass baby
is up to something. I can feel it.

He's your son, Reggie Evans.

How much longer you'll argue with a baby?

Maybe when he learns respect.

Why don't you sit down and get comfortable
so you can fuss about your day?

I got all your favorites.

Takis, dark liquor, and Mexican corn
on a stick wrapped with a chitlin.

[sighing] I'm ready, baby. Now, fuss away.

First off...

[Beverly's thoughts] Girl, relax.
You got this. You a bad bitch.

You just smile and nod. Uh-hmm.

You just act like you give a f*ck,
and... he done.

I get it, baby.

I feel the same way cleaning
those skid marks out of your drawers.

Thank you so much for letting me
get that stress off my chest.

- Has Daddy had his rant for the night?
- Just finished up.

Good. I have important news.

Let me guess.

The State called, and they wanna cut you
a disability check for your face.

Hold up. You can get paid for that?

This is from a fool who stares
at his orange juice every morning.

It says "concentrate" on the box!
Who the dummy now?

sh*t. Me, for not wearing a condom.

What's the good news, baby?

I have a chance to score
the most elusive grade ever.

The rare A-plus-plus-plus.

Our science midterms will have


and if I get a perfect score on the test
and the bonus questions,

that A-plus-plus-plus is mine.

Uh, the real question is,
are you part gerbil or part bat?

Ah look, the repeat offender made a funny.

Mom said stop calling me that!

Mom said
to stop calling you that in public.

Doggone it. You know what, you two?
That's enough.

- Hello.
- [indistinct]

Hi, Mrs. Likeigiveashit.

[indistinct]

He did?

Let me check with my husband's schedule,
and I'll get back to you.

Oh, boy. What is it now?

[sighing] Mrs. Likeigiveashit
wants to meet with us

to discuss Junior's lack of focus.

You can't focus, boy?

Dad, please.
I don't have a problem focusing.

Okay, Evans, your turn
to come to the board and solve...

What the hell is this?

That's a dope-ass answer, right?

See, I'm focused, man.
That mural took a lot of work.

Bev, hit me before I hit him.

Look, Junior's lack of focus
is causing a disruption in the classroom.

That's just great.
Now your stupid's contagious.

Don't call your son stupid.

According to our records,
he is pretty stupid.

He is repeating
the tenth grade for the third time.

[laughing nerviously]
Third time's the charm.

Usually a third time means

he'll be working the fries
for the rest of his life.

Is there anything you can suggest
to help him get to the drive-through?

Can you do OnlyFans? Take off your shoes.

Let me see what kind
of feet you working with.

Can I say something?

Dad, you barely have a job
as a cab driver,

and, Mom, you really don't do much
but cook, clean, and take care of us,

but despite that, I don't love you
any less because you're my parents.

Okay, I might not be
the smartest in the class,

or I can't spell the letter A,
but I'm trying.

So instead of being disappointed
that I'm not like you,

maybe you should be happy
and love me anyway

because I'm your son.

Aw, baby, we do love you.

Junior, that is
the most ignant sh*t I ever heard.

This ain't the damn Cosby Show.

Your problem is you're not focused,

and if you don't start
focusing in the classroom,

I'm gonna start
focusing on that ass with my belt.

Mr. Evans, put that away.
Now, there is a way to help him.

This is not just
any old pharmaceutical drug.

No, ma'am.

We here at Sosa Medical Center
believe in holistic care for our patients.

Which is why our scientists,
and a plug in Colombia,

came up with the perfect blend of herbs
to bring the best medicine on the market

to help your son
regain his ability to focus.

He'll also
be able to run a four-minute mile.

I'm in! Come give the boy the dr*gs!

Uh-uh. Wait a minute, Reggie.

I don't buy into
this Rihanna-like witchcraft. Mm-mm.

God says no.

It's either the pills or my belt.

Say, brother, v*olence isn't the answer.
That's that sh*t I don't like.

Tell that sh*t to the police department.

That's why I painted the mural.

I had something to say,
and I said it through my art.

Unless you can eat your art,
sleep under your art, and wear your art,

then you need
to say that sh*t with your brain, boy!

- [g*n fire]
- [Beverly screaming]

GD all day, muthafucka!

[yelling]

[shouting]

Like I was saying,

these kids are under
a tremendous amount of stress,

and sometimes they need

a little medical assistance
to help them through.

I don't know. What if it makes him weird?
Reggie, you know I can't do weird.

It could also help.

Look, if he ends up stupid and weird,
we can sign him up for disability.

Then we'll have two disabled kids.
It's a win-win.

Reggie, Grey is not getting
an ugly check. That's not real.

- Damn it!
- We good?

'Cause I gotta lay these ops down.
[bleep] tryin' to chip sh*t.

- I... I'm sorry. Trying to chip...
- We good.

My office will be in touch. Sosa!

[screaming in the distance]

[sighing] Here we are, Sister.

That will be nine dollars
and three Hail Marys.

[organ music playing]

[grumbling] What?
Not today, Satan! Not today!

[fast paced music playing]

Damn it! [sighing]

[panting]

[video game sounds playing]

[Reggie] Hey! Hey, get back here!

Hail Mary full of sh*t!

Forgive me, Jesus.
I'm about to lay hands on your anointed!

[screaming]

Jesus, why do you keep doing this to me?

I'm already poor, uneducated, and Black.

Isn't that enough, Jesus?

You know, Gabriel,
it should be enough, but it's not.

I really enjoy screwing with him.

My pressure. My pressure's getting high.

I'm feeling lightheaded. Oh, no! Oh, no!

Enough, Jesus! Enough!

[long machine beep]

[dog crying]

[grunting] Hey, dog.

Na, ha. I'm fine.

You like that, huh?
Yeah, you do. Yes, you do.

What's your name? What's your name, dog?

Rocco? Naw, you look more like a Brutus.

Wait, let me see
these letters on your vest.

P-T-S-D.

Hmm. P... Psst. That's it.

Psst. Your name is Psst.

[Psst barking]

Pretty dog like you
shouldn't be in these streets alone.

Come home with me. How about that?

My wife, Beverly,
loves when I bring stray b*tches home.

- No.
- What do you mean no?

I thought you liked dogs.

I was talking about when I was younger.
I like dog-ass men, not actual dogs.

Oh, please, Beverly,
can I have her, please?

Why do you want a dog all of a sudden?

Because Psst saved my life.

- Psst?
- That's the name on the vest.

That says "PTSD."

You wanna call this dog by letters?
That don't make no sense!

Neither does having a dog.

Baby, you don't understand.
Psst makes me calm.

When I was yelling earlier today,
I felt my blood pressure rising,

and I was on my way
to have a face-to-face with Jesus himself.

But Psst came along
and nuzzled my hand a little bit.

That nuzzle might have saved my life
and kept you from being a single mother

working three jobs to make ends meet.

Stop. You had me at "single mother."

She can stay for now,
but I'm not cleaning no sh*t,

I'm not feeding no sh*t,
and I'm not taking no sh*t.

I promise, baby.

I'm talking to her.

- [dramatic music playing]
- [Psst growling]

[mysterious tone]

Come on, Junior. Come on, Junior.
You can do it without the pills.

[man] Inside Junior's head.

Real talk,
this ****** ain't gonna get sh*t done.

[man] Turnt Up.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Turnt Up.

[man] Oh sh*t.

You heard Mr. Master Teacher.

Him say we gots to go back
to the beginning of schooling.

[humming]

Hey. Chill out with the anxiety, bro.

[man] Chill.

You f*cking up my high.

Everything will be gravy as soon as
you get Focus little ass out the chair.

[man] Focus.

Sorry, little buddy,
but I've got something I gotta do.

[man] Creativity.

[Focus farting, crying]

I'm the creator now, bro. Let's create.

[hip hop music playing]

Connect four, bitch.

Hmm. I'm thinking I might have played
the best Connect Four player ever.

What the hell is this?

Lil Kim's new movie. Queen Bee's Gambit.

You know the one where she plays
the world's best Connect Four player.

- You wanna watch it?
- Sure, why not?

Oh, you're in a good mood.

I sure am, baby.

This is nice.

[Psst grumbling, barking]

[chuckling]
She's getting a little jealous.

No worry, girl.

There is enough for both of us.

[school bell ringing]

Yo, stop f*cking up the curve.

We get it, bitch. You smart.

I love the smell
of misguided hate in the morning.

If only they put
that much passion into their studies.

Why want people to hate you?

Hate is just love and jealousy
at the same time.

They really admire me but don't have
the emotional maturity to express it.

- [scoffs] Naw, trust, they hate your ass.
- It's 'cause I'm so smart.

You not that smart. You used to think
Suge Knight lived in your closet.

I saw him. He wanted to make me a Blood.

[gasping] Even I don't believe that,
and I'm supposed to be stupid.

You think you smarter than me?

Let's settle this.
We both have a test in Biology today.

- For real?
- Yes.

And whoever scores the lowest
has to pick roaches out of the cereal

every morning for a month.

Deal.

[mysterious music playing]

Oh, Lordy. I's feels a spell coming on.

I feel great! Yeah.

[dramatic music playing]

[upbeat music playing]

[whistling]

[shrieking]

m*therf*cker! I should sh**t you!

[dramatic music playing]

- [heart b*ating]
- [Psst whimpering]

[Reggie sighs]

You're right. You're right.
You're absolutely right.

Maybe they were just in a hurry.
I'm just grateful that no one was hurt.

[school bell ringing]

[screaming]

Ha, read it and weep.

That's an A,
as in yo ass is a roach picker.

I know what that is
'cause I got one myself.

But what do the crosses next to it mean?

[intense music playing]

[Grey screaming]

Daddy, this is some bull. Focus pills?

That's like juicing. He's cheating.

Some people need help.

Would you be mad if Junior
hurt his leg and needed crutches?

Okay, fine,
but give his brain crutches, not meds.

Can we just be happy for Junior?

We might have two kids going to college.
Well, getting into college.

I mean, none of y'all going.
That sh*t is expensive.

Uh, Mom? Dad's hugging me.

Uh-huh. He's been much more calm
and attentive since he got the dog.

You told us we couldn't get a dog
because the roaches were our pets.

This dog helps me.

Roaches just eat my cereal.

By the way Grey, make sure you pick
them damn roaches out before breakfast.

This is so unfair.
He's supposed to be an artist,

being broke and living here until he's 40,
then passing away as a minor figure

who's known mostly
by his unrealized potential.

Going to college and being
a legendary activist? That's me.

Hey, we share everything in this house.
Even legendary status.

It doesn't work that way.
One legend per family.

- That's not true.
- Oh, yeah?

Who was Martin Luther King's brother?

- Rodney King!
- No, Dad.

Actually, A.D. King. Alfred Daniel King.

Younger brother of Martin.

A Baptist minister
who was poised to take Martin's place

as president of the Christian Leadership
after he was assassinated,

but, unfortunately, A.D. drowned
before he could take up the position.

[cheering] Won't he do it? Praise!

I won't have a grown-ass n*gro
living in my house till he's 40!

He's really smart.

I'm smart too.

I only get a pedestrian $15,000 a month.

How am I supposed to survive on that?

There's a new episode
of Real Baby Mamas of Hockey.

These white girls about they money.
You wanna watch?

Why not? Since I got Psst,

I can watch these shows
without getting emotionally involved.

[Psst panting]

Uh-ah. Not in my bed.
Reggie, get your dog.

Dog, get out.

Come on, baby.
She's like one of the family now.

This dog is not sleeping in our bed.
I'm serious.

I think she's getting
too comfortable around here,

and you're getting
too comfortable having her here.

Since you brought that dog home,
it's almost like you don't need me.

Now, I'm all for you finding peace.

Lord knows I could use some,
but don't forget to break me off...

[Reggie snoring]

- [Lisa] Girl, are you okay?
- Yeah, why?

Last time my nails looked like this,
I had a whole court case.

[bleep] think they can have a baby on you
and not get ran up on.

Hi-Low, I'mma need you, girl.

[Hi-Lo speaking a foreign language]

Well, finish eatin', then. Damn.

She said give her a minute there.
So is it another bitch?

Kind of. He brought a dog home.

He found a dog at work,
and suddenly, I'm chopped liver.

He used to complain about his day,
but now it's like he doesn't even need me.

What kind of dog is this?

Girl, it's some kind of service dog.

Did you say service dog?

Yeah, it had a vest that said PTSD.

Oh, hell m*therf*cking no! Uh-uh.

Get that bitch out your house quick.

My cousin James came home from the Army
with one of them service dogs.

That dog licked him. Slept with him.

sh*t started getting weird.

James' wife knew something was up.

She caught him in the tub
with the dirty-ass dog.

She went on to Glory.

Went on to Glory? How did she die?

Oh, she ain't dead.

She moved to Old Glory, Texas.
sh*t was getting too weird for her ass.

[Hi-Lo speaking a foreign language]

Bitch, that was the point to my story.

Baby, you gotta be
the top bitch in the house again.

- You think?
- sh*t, you tell me.

I still got my nails.

- [hip hop music playing]
- [school bell ringing]

[man] Good morning, students.
It's time for our yearly state exam.

The yearly state exam is coming up,
and we rank dead last every year.

I'm gonna get
the highest score on the exam

and get our school ranked
for the first time ever.

Then everyone will see how smart I am,
and I will be back on top.

Nah, I think I'll get it.

Over my dead body.

Huh. There's a thought.

Maybe we can turn your room
into my art studio.

Rest in peace, mule face. [chuckling]

[mysterious music playing]

[Junior snoring]

Fancy drawers?

On a Tuesday? sh*t.

Is it our anniversary?

- Nope.
- How much you need?

I don't need anything, baby.

I just read somewhere that the best
stress reliever is making love.

[exotic music playing]

- Psst! You don't need to see this.
- Oh, yes.

She does.

[music intensifies]

[Reggie laughing] You navigatin', huh?
Look at you. You're all over the place.

You backing up, going forward...

[cheering]
That's what I needed right there!

[gasps]

All two minutes of passion.

You are a tiger.
I hope the kids didn't hear us.

Yeah, sorry about all that screamin'. Mmm.

Baby, don't be sorry.

Consider it a little reminder.

I'm all the woman you need.

As long as I got you and you got me,

I know we'll make it
because, Reggie, baby,

you always make the impossible possible.

- Where you going?
- I'm gonna shower and work.

I can't make
the impossible possible in the bed.

There's one more thing.
You don't need Psst anymore.

[Psst crying]

Damn, I guess you're right.
Can you get rid of her?

That's your problem. Handle it.

sh*t. My pills! They're gone!

Well, [bleep] don't just stand there.
Find the damn pills!

Right. Okay. [stuttering]

They were in my bag.

[Focus] Oh. So y'all really
are allergic to air, huh?

That's wild.

[alarm wailing]

What is we gon' do now?

Oh, we're gonna finish this exam, Junior.

f*ck those fish!

- Pills!
- What was I supposed to do again?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm supposed to take the test. Okay.

[computerized tones]

[screaming]

Creativity is growing.

You know what that means.
Turnt Up time, fam!

No! Damn it, Junior, focus!

Let's f*ck some sh*t up
with art, shall we?

[grunting]

That's right. Shrink on up.
Who wants to play baby pong?

I'm not going back to baby pong.
I'm out of here.

Eh.

Mom, Dad, I got good news.

I crushed that test.

The only person who can
score higher than me

is Wendy Williams on Memorial Day weekend.

What about Junior?

[laughing] Let's just say
he's Junior again.

Junior, tell me you're still smart.
How did you do on that damn exam?

- I k*lled it.
- That's what I'm talking...

Won't he do it.

- What the...
- Yep.

Smashed it with my fist.
Then I finished my dope-ass mural.

Wait, you didn't take the exam?

- What exam?
- And we're back.

[banging]

I need pills!

Baby, what the hell am I looking at?

Oh. That's Focus.
He used to live in my head.

He's like a monster that likes to,
you know, focus.

He better focus on paying for my door.

Do you hear me, crackhead Junior?

Pills! Pills.

There are no pills. I flushed them.

I paid for them damn dr*gs.

You are gonna pay me back!

[Grey scoffing, groaning]

You'll get her back
when you give me the pills.

Dad, help!

Put my baby down!

Reggie, save her!

[Grey] Get your hands...

I'm coming, baby girl!

[Grey] No. No, no. Where are we... Stop!

[Grey groaning]

No! Let me go!

- Put my baby down, sucka!
- Dad, help!

[Grey screaming]

Dad, help!

Mama, please!

Put my baby down!

[Psst barking]

- [Psst crying]
- [Focus yelling]

[Grey grunting]

Just so I'm not trippin',
that really just happened, right?

Yeah, it really happened, son.

My dog disappeared!

But the good news is I'm alive.

Yes, baby girl. You're alive.

Oh, yes, baby. That is good news.

And Junior, you okay?

[sighing] To keep it a buck,
I wasn't happy being on meds.

It wasn't me, you know?
Like, it was me, but...

Whatever. I won!

You're right, and we should have
never put you on that medication.

It's not for everyone. Can you forgive us?

You guys are my parents.
Of course I can forgive you.

What'd you do again?

Oh, it's you guys.

Baby, what are you doing
up here in a towel?

Look, Ma, you ain't been around lately,

and you know your boy got needs,
so I got somebody else.

Her name is Mimi.

She got them real strong hands,

and she blow my tummy just the way I like.

So, I won't be coming over
for that change no mo.

I knew that m*therf*cker was in my house.

He's not a m*therf*cker! He's your son!

- Don't yell at my mama!
- What are y'all fighting about?

She was my wife before she was your mama.

See what you started?
Why can't you be a regular baby?

[Dalvin] So you in this too?

[Beverly] Y'all getting on my nerves.
And who's gonna fix my door?

Hold still so I can focus.

Oh! Oh. So now you wanna focus?

- So now you wanna be a dad.
- Dalvin, he's always been your father.

I swear, I'm the only adult here.

Shut up, Grey.

[jazz music playing]