Atlanta (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - FUBU - full transcript
A flashback to Earn and Al's adolescence, where the authenticity of Earn's shirt is embarrassingly called into question at school.
(man on radio speaking Russian)
(scrambled voices, static)
ANNOUNCER: The Americans.
(marching)
All new, Wednesdays
at 10:00 on FX.
FX presents Atlanta.
GLORIA: Whoa.
This is so beautiful.
Wow.
That's a good price.
Mom, can we leave soon?
I'm tired. I was
at school all day.
I don't know what you gonna
do when you get a real job.
You said school is my job.
Boy, shut up.
I'm almost done.
(gasps) Wow.
("Give Me One Reason" by
Tracy Chapman playing)
♫ Give me one reason
to stay here ♫
♫ And I'll turn
right back around ♫
(ball bounces)
♫ Give me one reason
to stay here ♫
♫ And I'll turn
right back around ♫
♫ Said I don't want
to leave you lonely ♫
♫ You got to make
me change my mind ♫
♫ Baby, I got your number ♫
♫ Oh, and I know
that you got mine ♫
♫ But you know that
I called you... ♫
Mom, can I get this shirt?
- What shirt?
- This one, in my hand.
Better not have no
craziness on it.
No.
Oh, why you had to
pick this color?
This is the only one.
Let me see it.
♫ Call me anytime... ♫
Thanks, Mom.
Oh, don't thank me yet.
You're gonna work for it.
Go and get me a bag
of potato chips.
- The kind with the owl on it.
- Where are they?
Over there, by the jeans and the
socks and the other snacks.
Go on and find it, boy.
(birds chirping)
(alarm beeping)
(alarm stops)
(horn honking in distance)
GLORIA: Earn?
You better be up, in there.
I am.
♫ Here comes the brand-new
flava in ya ear ♫
♫ Time for new flava
in ya ear... ♫
(indistinct chatter)
EARN: What's up?
Chillin'.
Cool shirt.
Thanks.
You do the math homework?
I forgot about it.
Just copy it during lunch.
(thud)
(girl screams, groans)
Hey, who did that?
Huh?
I said, who did that?
Aw.
Hey, man, I'm sorry, though.
- I didn't mean to...
- Yo.
You threw that yogurt
out the window?
Yeah, listen, I'm sorry.
(kids gasping)
(laughs softly)
DRIVER: No moving
around the bus.
(kids murmuring)
(indistinct chatter)
BOY: Every single time, you're
always like, "No, stop it."
- GIRL (laughing): That doesn't even
make no sense. - You know, you know.
CHRIS: Oh, snap.
Look at the nigga
with the FUBU shirt.
Yo, man, let me see.
(Chris scoffs)
Man, do I want one of these.
I got to wait till
my birthday, though.
MARK: Oh, Earn out here,
he trying to jump fresh.
I see you.
You know.
MARK: Okay. I got you.
So, what-what you telling me is,
y'all finna be mad at me for the
rest of the time I'm here...
Hey, Earn.
I like your shirt.
Thanks.
It's new.
MARK: Wait, wait, wait.
Y'all had a sale, or something?
Why both y'all got
the same shirt?
CHRIS: Oh, shit!
One of y'all got a fake shirt.
Look, this one has more stripes
than that one, and
that one got a patch.
Oh, no, y'all wearing
fake FUBU now?
(laughter)
My shirt ain't fake.
Talk to Earn.
My shirt ain't fake, either.
"My shirt ain't fake, either."
One of y'all got a fake shirt.
Let me see the tags.
(Mark chuckles)
(Mark laughs)
- (inhaling sharply)
- (bell ringing)
- Same to me.
- Yo, where's Johnny Lee?
CHRIS: I don't think
he's here yet.
He wasn't on the bus,
so he might come late.
Definitely gonna
know which one fake.
MR. HALEY: Okay,
ladies and gents.
Let's take our seats.
I'm Mr. Haley, and I'm subbing
for Mrs. Fox's homeroom.
Why your shoes so dirty?
(soft laughter)
He got chicken
grease on his shoes.
(laughter)
Please take a seat, young man.
(scoffs) Your underarms
smell like ribs.
(laughter)
Sit down right now.
(laughter)
I'm gonna write you up.
CLASS: Oh...
Earthquake!
(laughter)
So, do you know why you're
here today, Alfred?
Racism. Not everybody's
gonna like me.
Well, no, that's not it.
Waleed came here today
because he believes
you stole his
graphing calculator.
Hmm. Racism.
He did steal my calculator.
I know he did.
- No, I didn't.
- He's lying.
I bought one from him.
It was the one that got stolen.
My name was already
engraved in it.
Prove it, 'cause that's a lie.
This is exactly why
we don't allow
the buying and selling
of any items here
on school property.
You definitely
know that, Alfred.
I've told you that
several times.
Well, if that was true,
then both of us are guilty.
You'd have to write
me and him up.
So do what you got to do.
(inhales, exhales)
Okay. Alfred, go back to class.
And if I hear about
you selling anything,
I'm gonna send you to I.S.S.
Got it?
I need a pass.
There you go.
(door opens)
(phone ringing)
(bell ringing)
Hey, they got
snitches up in here!
- MR. WHITMAN: Alfred!
- (laughs)
I will write you up, boy.
Go to class!
Wait, so what's going on?
Devin has the exact
same shirt as me.
Well, pretty much.
One of 'em's bootleg, though.
- What?
- Fake.
So?
Your shirt looks fine to me.
But if it's fake,
everybody's gonna roast me.
Forever.
Remember how Thomas
got his nickname?
Who?
Thomas Jones.
Doo-doo Jones.
Oh. Yeah.
Well, is your shirt fake?
I don't know.
Doesn't seem like
a big deal to me.
I've worn this shirt
twice this week.
(boys speaking indistinctly)
Beat your ass with your
hand-me-down overalls.
(indistinct chatter)
Gonna be major differences
between animal cells
and plant cells.
The cell walls, for instance.
So, when we're looking
under the microscope,
we are going to locate
the key differences.
Denisha.
Denisha, sit up. You
can't sleep here.
My head hurts.
MRS. BANKS: Remember you
said you were going
to do some work today?
DENISHA: So?
Everybody, go ahead and
break into your lab groups.
Denisha, do we need to
go and talk outside?
No.
We talked about this
at the meeting.
Are we gonna have
a good day today?
I don't know. Are we?
This one's a plant cell.
Are you sure? I couldn't tell.
There's a chloroplast in there.
Hmm, I thought that
was a mitochondria.
You're pretty smart, Earn.
RACHAEL: Look at this one.
The thing on the right
is a vacuole, right?
I think so.
Last one.
Yeah? Let me see.
You got a thread on your shirt.
Um... it's an animal cell.
All done.
Hey, yo, is that him? That's him.
Come on, come on.
- Come on, come on.
- Oh, sh...
- Hold up, hold up, hold up.
- Yo, yo, yo.
(both laughing)
Oh, shit. Look at this.
Nigga, where did you get
this fake-ass FUBU from?
A thrift store?
My shirt's not fake. I got
it at a regular store.
- (laughs)
- How much it cost?
I don't... My mom
bought it for me.
BOTH: Oh!
- Come here, come here.
- Hold on.
Look at him trying to
hide his fake shirt.
Don't try and hide that shit now.
It's too late, nigga.
My shirt's not fake.
Uh, I don't know, man.
It looks fake to me.
Hey, this nigga
ain't got on FUBU.
- He got "FEBE."
- (both laughing)
Hey! Hey, everybody!
- This man got on FEBE!
- (both laughing)
Like, type of nigga to wear
four-line Adidas and shit.
- Boy, what is wrong with him?
- Who let him out the house, man?
♫ Excuse me, do you think that ♫
♫ I might be able to touch you? ♫
- ♫ Who, me? ♫ - ♫ Yay-yay ♫
♫ I can tell you how I feel ♫
♫ About you night and day ♫
♫ How I feel about you ♫
♫ No, no ♫
♫ I can tell you how I
feel about you... ♫
(overlapping chatter)
What's up? You got
that homework?
Left it in my locker.
Everyone's talking about
you and Devin's shirt.
Yeah, I know.
People in other
grades know about it.
Well, your shirt is real,
so you ain't got nothing
to worry about.
Everybody's gonna roast the
hell out of Devin, though.
It's gonna be bad. You can't
wear no fake shit here.
Nobody knows whose
shirt is fake.
Johnny's not even here.
Yeah, he is. He came in late,
but he was in Ms. Wells' class with me.
He's here.
OLDER KID: This fool
got on FEBE, too.
Hey, look, look,
look, look, man.
So, tell me, whose is fake, yours
or little dude over there?
Man, my dad bought this for me.
All right? I don't
wear bootleg clothes.
I got all the Jordans,
everyone knows that.
And Earn come in here every
day looking like a bum,
so y'all know his shirt is fake.
Y'all know it.
My dad don't buy
me nothing fake.
(laughing): Hey, you a
funny dude, man, hold on.
- You sensitive now?
- Hey, come here, nigga.
- Come on, brah.
- (laughs)
Why you got to be like that?
Ooh, Rush Hour soundtrack.
(whispering): Al.
Al. Alfred.
- What's up?
- What's up, Earn, what's good?
Nothing, really.
Hey, you saw that Dragon
Ball Z last night?
Nah, my mom won't let
me watch it anymore.
Saw the black guy
with the red lips
and now she says it's racist.
- Oh, yeah, man, that's weird.
- Yo. You got to help me.
Why, what's wrong?
It's my shirt. Somebody
has the same one as me
and now everybody's saying
one of us has a fake shirt.
Oh, snap, man, that's you?
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- I was trying to be cool.
- Bruh.
Man, is this shirt bootleg?
I don't know.
I got it at Marshalls,
but it was on sale.
Man, that's why you can't
be buying stuff on sale.
Bro, you got to get some money.
He's tripping.
Look, there's a hole in it.
(laughs)
I'm serious, Al. I
need your help.
I'm not cool like you.
If the older kids find me,
they're gonna beat me up.
Yeah, man, you're right.
What should I do?
I'm freaking out.
Uh, how cool is the other kid?
He's pretty cool. He
always has dope clothes.
His dad is, like, 30.
Man, don't be acting nervous.
I mean, people try to come
at you, just deny it.
Confidence is the key.
All right?
Hold it down, cuzzo.
Heading to lunch.
Okay.
MRS. WILLIAMS: Make sure
you finish your packets
and bring them in tomorrow.
I'm going to place
a bin on my desk.
I want you to put them in there.
And cite your work, folks.
The Internet is not a source...
- (school bell ringing)
- All right,
names at the top
of your packets.
That's an easy 50 points.
Good job.
(overlapping conversations)
Wait, Earn!
Johnny? Guess who I found.
Check it out.
Oh, this shit crazy.
Let me see the tag.
This one's fake!
It says "made in Bangladesh."
It should be China.
I knew he was wrong as hell.
(overlapping chatter)
Hey, yo, his shirt fake, y'all!
Yo!
Hold up, hold up, hold
up, hold up, hold on.
Let me see.
Let me see.
Man, this one the real shirt.
It's supposed to say "made
in Bangladesh" on this one.
Of course this fool gonna say
"made in China." He is Chinese.
- Come on, man.
- (laughter)
That one the fake one.
Trust me, I know.
Man, my shirt ain't fake.
It ain't.
CHRIS: Yo, this nigga homeless!
Devin rockin' fake FUBU now.
JOHNNY: I'm not Chinese.
I'm Filipino.
Wait. Here you go, Earn.
You know, that's my number,
if you want to call me.
But only between 6:00 and 9:00.
O-Okay, cool.
- See you tomorrow, Earn.
- See ya.
Yo. I can't believe this
fool tried to lie on you.
Yeah, it's crazy.
Yeah, 12th-graders
just found out.
They're going in on this man.
- (laughter)
- Damn.
Hey, FEBE, man.
(indistinct chatter)
OLDER KID: You finna cry or something?
You sad?
(overlapping jeers and laughter)
("Passing Me By" by
The Pharcyde playing)
GIRL (over P.A.): Band practice
will be moving to Room G today
due to a leak in the ceiling.
That is Room G.
Just a reminder, the book
fair is this Tuesday.
If you have any books
you want to donate,
you can trade them with Mr.
Johnson...
Spirit Week is next week.
We will be doing Pajama Day,
Sports, Crazy Hair,
and '80s Day...
(school bell ringing)
(indistinct chatter)
(door opens)
Everyone, please settle down.
I came to let you all know
something very serious.
Your classmate, Devin Myers,
committed suicide last night.
(Chris laughs)
We're not sure why,
but we've heard a
couple of things.
It seems Devin's parents
had just gotten divorced,
and he was dealing
with it pretty hard.
Now, if anybody needs to
talk about what happened,
please visit Mrs. Lindell
in the counselor's office.
Mrs. Banks or any other teacher
will write you a pass.
Thank you, Mrs. Banks.
(door opens)
MRS. BANKS: I think
it's good to remember
that we all have
personal things going
on in our life
that other people
may not know about.
(door opens)
So...
- Hi, Mrs. Banks.
- Oh, hello, Denisha.
MRS. BANKS: But...
let's try to be
more understanding
of one another.
Okay, um, turn to page 45
in your books.
And, uh, who wants to read?
- I'll do it, Mrs. Banks.
- Okay.
Whenever you're ready.
Hey.
You look tired.
No, I'm okay. Just a long day.
Maybe you need to start going to
bed sooner and stop staying up.
- (chuckles) Hey, Earn.
- Hey, Auntie.
GLORIA: I got a call
from the school.
One of your classmates died.
- Yeah, Devin.
- Hmm.
- Did you know him?
- Kind of.
That's so sad. She
seemed to think
maybe some of the older
boys were messing with him.
You better say something if
somebody tries harassing you.
People will bully you your
whole life if you let 'em.
- Yeah, they will.
- You got to stand up for yourself.
Mm-hmm, and you and your cousin
got to look out for each other.
You guys look out for
each other, now.
Boy, get your feet
out that chair.
GLORIA: You start piano
lessons tomorrow.
- You ready?
- Yeah, I'm ready.
I'm gonna lay out
a suit for you,
so you'll need to
add a black belt.
A suit? Why I got to wear that?
Because I said so.
You want to make a
good impression.
Our mother always said,
"You got one chance to
make a first impression."
LORRAINE: Mm-hmm. True indeed.
But it's gonna be all hot...
GLORIA: I don't care.
You are a black man in America,
and when you meet people,
you need to look good.
Your clothes are important.
That's true, Earn. You
need to wear the suit.
GLORIA: Oh, and I
got you another one
of those FUBU shirts.
It was on sale.
Don't say I never did
anything for you.
Thanks.
♫ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♫
♫ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♫
♫ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♫
♫ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ♫
♫ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♫
♫ Life ♫
♫ I wonder ♫
♫ Will it take me under? ♫
♫ I don't know ♫
♫ Imagine smokin'
weed in the street ♫
♫ Without cops harassin' ♫
♫ Imagine goin' to
court with no trial ♫
♫ Lifestyle: Cruisin'
blue Bahama waters ♫
♫ No welfare supporters,
more conscious of the way ♫
♫ We raise our daughters ♫
♫ Days are shorter,
nights are colder ♫
♫ Feelin' like life is over ♫
♫ These snakes strike
like a cobra ♫
♫ The world's hot,
my son got knocked ♫
♫ Evidently, it's elementary ♫
♫ They want us all
gone eventually ♫
♫ If I ruled the world ♫
♫ Imagine that ♫
♫ I'd free all my sons ♫
♫ I love 'em, love 'em, baby ♫
♫ Black diamonds and pearls ♫
♫ If I ruled the world ♫
♫ I love 'em, love 'em, baby. ♫
Captioned by Media
Access Group at WGBH
(clanks)
This power is...
- I... I...
- SYD: I...
I love you, David, but...
You're nuts, kiddo.
You're...
A danger no one is ready for.
The real me.
Is an imminent threat to
our future, our safety...
Our one-way ticket to...
(echoing) Utter destruction.
ANNOUNCER: Legion. All new
Tuesdays at 10:00 on FX.
♫ And though the
trouble's In the dark ♫
♫ I will hold ♫
♫ All the lights on you ♫
♫ All alone ♫
ANNOUNCER: Heaven on earth,
or so they were told.
How many blowhards
can one island hold?
(whimpering, grunting) Oh! Oh!
ANNOUNCER: Archer Danger Island.
All-new season premieres
Wednesday, April 25.
Only on FXX.
MAN: When I was in the CIA, they
taught us how to kill a man.
With a pencil.
This goes in the ear, like
that, through the eardrum.
Bam! Right into the brain.
Lights out.
ANNOUNCER: Trust.
All new, Sundays at 10:00 on FX.
(scrambled voices, static)
ANNOUNCER: The Americans.
(marching)
All new, Wednesdays
at 10:00 on FX.
FX presents Atlanta.
GLORIA: Whoa.
This is so beautiful.
Wow.
That's a good price.
Mom, can we leave soon?
I'm tired. I was
at school all day.
I don't know what you gonna
do when you get a real job.
You said school is my job.
Boy, shut up.
I'm almost done.
(gasps) Wow.
("Give Me One Reason" by
Tracy Chapman playing)
♫ Give me one reason
to stay here ♫
♫ And I'll turn
right back around ♫
(ball bounces)
♫ Give me one reason
to stay here ♫
♫ And I'll turn
right back around ♫
♫ Said I don't want
to leave you lonely ♫
♫ You got to make
me change my mind ♫
♫ Baby, I got your number ♫
♫ Oh, and I know
that you got mine ♫
♫ But you know that
I called you... ♫
Mom, can I get this shirt?
- What shirt?
- This one, in my hand.
Better not have no
craziness on it.
No.
Oh, why you had to
pick this color?
This is the only one.
Let me see it.
♫ Call me anytime... ♫
Thanks, Mom.
Oh, don't thank me yet.
You're gonna work for it.
Go and get me a bag
of potato chips.
- The kind with the owl on it.
- Where are they?
Over there, by the jeans and the
socks and the other snacks.
Go on and find it, boy.
(birds chirping)
(alarm beeping)
(alarm stops)
(horn honking in distance)
GLORIA: Earn?
You better be up, in there.
I am.
♫ Here comes the brand-new
flava in ya ear ♫
♫ Time for new flava
in ya ear... ♫
(indistinct chatter)
EARN: What's up?
Chillin'.
Cool shirt.
Thanks.
You do the math homework?
I forgot about it.
Just copy it during lunch.
(thud)
(girl screams, groans)
Hey, who did that?
Huh?
I said, who did that?
Aw.
Hey, man, I'm sorry, though.
- I didn't mean to...
- Yo.
You threw that yogurt
out the window?
Yeah, listen, I'm sorry.
(kids gasping)
(laughs softly)
DRIVER: No moving
around the bus.
(kids murmuring)
(indistinct chatter)
BOY: Every single time, you're
always like, "No, stop it."
- GIRL (laughing): That doesn't even
make no sense. - You know, you know.
CHRIS: Oh, snap.
Look at the nigga
with the FUBU shirt.
Yo, man, let me see.
(Chris scoffs)
Man, do I want one of these.
I got to wait till
my birthday, though.
MARK: Oh, Earn out here,
he trying to jump fresh.
I see you.
You know.
MARK: Okay. I got you.
So, what-what you telling me is,
y'all finna be mad at me for the
rest of the time I'm here...
Hey, Earn.
I like your shirt.
Thanks.
It's new.
MARK: Wait, wait, wait.
Y'all had a sale, or something?
Why both y'all got
the same shirt?
CHRIS: Oh, shit!
One of y'all got a fake shirt.
Look, this one has more stripes
than that one, and
that one got a patch.
Oh, no, y'all wearing
fake FUBU now?
(laughter)
My shirt ain't fake.
Talk to Earn.
My shirt ain't fake, either.
"My shirt ain't fake, either."
One of y'all got a fake shirt.
Let me see the tags.
(Mark chuckles)
(Mark laughs)
- (inhaling sharply)
- (bell ringing)
- Same to me.
- Yo, where's Johnny Lee?
CHRIS: I don't think
he's here yet.
He wasn't on the bus,
so he might come late.
Definitely gonna
know which one fake.
MR. HALEY: Okay,
ladies and gents.
Let's take our seats.
I'm Mr. Haley, and I'm subbing
for Mrs. Fox's homeroom.
Why your shoes so dirty?
(soft laughter)
He got chicken
grease on his shoes.
(laughter)
Please take a seat, young man.
(scoffs) Your underarms
smell like ribs.
(laughter)
Sit down right now.
(laughter)
I'm gonna write you up.
CLASS: Oh...
Earthquake!
(laughter)
So, do you know why you're
here today, Alfred?
Racism. Not everybody's
gonna like me.
Well, no, that's not it.
Waleed came here today
because he believes
you stole his
graphing calculator.
Hmm. Racism.
He did steal my calculator.
I know he did.
- No, I didn't.
- He's lying.
I bought one from him.
It was the one that got stolen.
My name was already
engraved in it.
Prove it, 'cause that's a lie.
This is exactly why
we don't allow
the buying and selling
of any items here
on school property.
You definitely
know that, Alfred.
I've told you that
several times.
Well, if that was true,
then both of us are guilty.
You'd have to write
me and him up.
So do what you got to do.
(inhales, exhales)
Okay. Alfred, go back to class.
And if I hear about
you selling anything,
I'm gonna send you to I.S.S.
Got it?
I need a pass.
There you go.
(door opens)
(phone ringing)
(bell ringing)
Hey, they got
snitches up in here!
- MR. WHITMAN: Alfred!
- (laughs)
I will write you up, boy.
Go to class!
Wait, so what's going on?
Devin has the exact
same shirt as me.
Well, pretty much.
One of 'em's bootleg, though.
- What?
- Fake.
So?
Your shirt looks fine to me.
But if it's fake,
everybody's gonna roast me.
Forever.
Remember how Thomas
got his nickname?
Who?
Thomas Jones.
Doo-doo Jones.
Oh. Yeah.
Well, is your shirt fake?
I don't know.
Doesn't seem like
a big deal to me.
I've worn this shirt
twice this week.
(boys speaking indistinctly)
Beat your ass with your
hand-me-down overalls.
(indistinct chatter)
Gonna be major differences
between animal cells
and plant cells.
The cell walls, for instance.
So, when we're looking
under the microscope,
we are going to locate
the key differences.
Denisha.
Denisha, sit up. You
can't sleep here.
My head hurts.
MRS. BANKS: Remember you
said you were going
to do some work today?
DENISHA: So?
Everybody, go ahead and
break into your lab groups.
Denisha, do we need to
go and talk outside?
No.
We talked about this
at the meeting.
Are we gonna have
a good day today?
I don't know. Are we?
This one's a plant cell.
Are you sure? I couldn't tell.
There's a chloroplast in there.
Hmm, I thought that
was a mitochondria.
You're pretty smart, Earn.
RACHAEL: Look at this one.
The thing on the right
is a vacuole, right?
I think so.
Last one.
Yeah? Let me see.
You got a thread on your shirt.
Um... it's an animal cell.
All done.
Hey, yo, is that him? That's him.
Come on, come on.
- Come on, come on.
- Oh, sh...
- Hold up, hold up, hold up.
- Yo, yo, yo.
(both laughing)
Oh, shit. Look at this.
Nigga, where did you get
this fake-ass FUBU from?
A thrift store?
My shirt's not fake. I got
it at a regular store.
- (laughs)
- How much it cost?
I don't... My mom
bought it for me.
BOTH: Oh!
- Come here, come here.
- Hold on.
Look at him trying to
hide his fake shirt.
Don't try and hide that shit now.
It's too late, nigga.
My shirt's not fake.
Uh, I don't know, man.
It looks fake to me.
Hey, this nigga
ain't got on FUBU.
- He got "FEBE."
- (both laughing)
Hey! Hey, everybody!
- This man got on FEBE!
- (both laughing)
Like, type of nigga to wear
four-line Adidas and shit.
- Boy, what is wrong with him?
- Who let him out the house, man?
♫ Excuse me, do you think that ♫
♫ I might be able to touch you? ♫
- ♫ Who, me? ♫ - ♫ Yay-yay ♫
♫ I can tell you how I feel ♫
♫ About you night and day ♫
♫ How I feel about you ♫
♫ No, no ♫
♫ I can tell you how I
feel about you... ♫
(overlapping chatter)
What's up? You got
that homework?
Left it in my locker.
Everyone's talking about
you and Devin's shirt.
Yeah, I know.
People in other
grades know about it.
Well, your shirt is real,
so you ain't got nothing
to worry about.
Everybody's gonna roast the
hell out of Devin, though.
It's gonna be bad. You can't
wear no fake shit here.
Nobody knows whose
shirt is fake.
Johnny's not even here.
Yeah, he is. He came in late,
but he was in Ms. Wells' class with me.
He's here.
OLDER KID: This fool
got on FEBE, too.
Hey, look, look,
look, look, man.
So, tell me, whose is fake, yours
or little dude over there?
Man, my dad bought this for me.
All right? I don't
wear bootleg clothes.
I got all the Jordans,
everyone knows that.
And Earn come in here every
day looking like a bum,
so y'all know his shirt is fake.
Y'all know it.
My dad don't buy
me nothing fake.
(laughing): Hey, you a
funny dude, man, hold on.
- You sensitive now?
- Hey, come here, nigga.
- Come on, brah.
- (laughs)
Why you got to be like that?
Ooh, Rush Hour soundtrack.
(whispering): Al.
Al. Alfred.
- What's up?
- What's up, Earn, what's good?
Nothing, really.
Hey, you saw that Dragon
Ball Z last night?
Nah, my mom won't let
me watch it anymore.
Saw the black guy
with the red lips
and now she says it's racist.
- Oh, yeah, man, that's weird.
- Yo. You got to help me.
Why, what's wrong?
It's my shirt. Somebody
has the same one as me
and now everybody's saying
one of us has a fake shirt.
Oh, snap, man, that's you?
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- I was trying to be cool.
- Bruh.
Man, is this shirt bootleg?
I don't know.
I got it at Marshalls,
but it was on sale.
Man, that's why you can't
be buying stuff on sale.
Bro, you got to get some money.
He's tripping.
Look, there's a hole in it.
(laughs)
I'm serious, Al. I
need your help.
I'm not cool like you.
If the older kids find me,
they're gonna beat me up.
Yeah, man, you're right.
What should I do?
I'm freaking out.
Uh, how cool is the other kid?
He's pretty cool. He
always has dope clothes.
His dad is, like, 30.
Man, don't be acting nervous.
I mean, people try to come
at you, just deny it.
Confidence is the key.
All right?
Hold it down, cuzzo.
Heading to lunch.
Okay.
MRS. WILLIAMS: Make sure
you finish your packets
and bring them in tomorrow.
I'm going to place
a bin on my desk.
I want you to put them in there.
And cite your work, folks.
The Internet is not a source...
- (school bell ringing)
- All right,
names at the top
of your packets.
That's an easy 50 points.
Good job.
(overlapping conversations)
Wait, Earn!
Johnny? Guess who I found.
Check it out.
Oh, this shit crazy.
Let me see the tag.
This one's fake!
It says "made in Bangladesh."
It should be China.
I knew he was wrong as hell.
(overlapping chatter)
Hey, yo, his shirt fake, y'all!
Yo!
Hold up, hold up, hold
up, hold up, hold on.
Let me see.
Let me see.
Man, this one the real shirt.
It's supposed to say "made
in Bangladesh" on this one.
Of course this fool gonna say
"made in China." He is Chinese.
- Come on, man.
- (laughter)
That one the fake one.
Trust me, I know.
Man, my shirt ain't fake.
It ain't.
CHRIS: Yo, this nigga homeless!
Devin rockin' fake FUBU now.
JOHNNY: I'm not Chinese.
I'm Filipino.
Wait. Here you go, Earn.
You know, that's my number,
if you want to call me.
But only between 6:00 and 9:00.
O-Okay, cool.
- See you tomorrow, Earn.
- See ya.
Yo. I can't believe this
fool tried to lie on you.
Yeah, it's crazy.
Yeah, 12th-graders
just found out.
They're going in on this man.
- (laughter)
- Damn.
Hey, FEBE, man.
(indistinct chatter)
OLDER KID: You finna cry or something?
You sad?
(overlapping jeers and laughter)
("Passing Me By" by
The Pharcyde playing)
GIRL (over P.A.): Band practice
will be moving to Room G today
due to a leak in the ceiling.
That is Room G.
Just a reminder, the book
fair is this Tuesday.
If you have any books
you want to donate,
you can trade them with Mr.
Johnson...
Spirit Week is next week.
We will be doing Pajama Day,
Sports, Crazy Hair,
and '80s Day...
(school bell ringing)
(indistinct chatter)
(door opens)
Everyone, please settle down.
I came to let you all know
something very serious.
Your classmate, Devin Myers,
committed suicide last night.
(Chris laughs)
We're not sure why,
but we've heard a
couple of things.
It seems Devin's parents
had just gotten divorced,
and he was dealing
with it pretty hard.
Now, if anybody needs to
talk about what happened,
please visit Mrs. Lindell
in the counselor's office.
Mrs. Banks or any other teacher
will write you a pass.
Thank you, Mrs. Banks.
(door opens)
MRS. BANKS: I think
it's good to remember
that we all have
personal things going
on in our life
that other people
may not know about.
(door opens)
So...
- Hi, Mrs. Banks.
- Oh, hello, Denisha.
MRS. BANKS: But...
let's try to be
more understanding
of one another.
Okay, um, turn to page 45
in your books.
And, uh, who wants to read?
- I'll do it, Mrs. Banks.
- Okay.
Whenever you're ready.
Hey.
You look tired.
No, I'm okay. Just a long day.
Maybe you need to start going to
bed sooner and stop staying up.
- (chuckles) Hey, Earn.
- Hey, Auntie.
GLORIA: I got a call
from the school.
One of your classmates died.
- Yeah, Devin.
- Hmm.
- Did you know him?
- Kind of.
That's so sad. She
seemed to think
maybe some of the older
boys were messing with him.
You better say something if
somebody tries harassing you.
People will bully you your
whole life if you let 'em.
- Yeah, they will.
- You got to stand up for yourself.
Mm-hmm, and you and your cousin
got to look out for each other.
You guys look out for
each other, now.
Boy, get your feet
out that chair.
GLORIA: You start piano
lessons tomorrow.
- You ready?
- Yeah, I'm ready.
I'm gonna lay out
a suit for you,
so you'll need to
add a black belt.
A suit? Why I got to wear that?
Because I said so.
You want to make a
good impression.
Our mother always said,
"You got one chance to
make a first impression."
LORRAINE: Mm-hmm. True indeed.
But it's gonna be all hot...
GLORIA: I don't care.
You are a black man in America,
and when you meet people,
you need to look good.
Your clothes are important.
That's true, Earn. You
need to wear the suit.
GLORIA: Oh, and I
got you another one
of those FUBU shirts.
It was on sale.
Don't say I never did
anything for you.
Thanks.
♫ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♫
♫ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♫
♫ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♫
♫ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ♫
♫ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♫
♫ Life ♫
♫ I wonder ♫
♫ Will it take me under? ♫
♫ I don't know ♫
♫ Imagine smokin'
weed in the street ♫
♫ Without cops harassin' ♫
♫ Imagine goin' to
court with no trial ♫
♫ Lifestyle: Cruisin'
blue Bahama waters ♫
♫ No welfare supporters,
more conscious of the way ♫
♫ We raise our daughters ♫
♫ Days are shorter,
nights are colder ♫
♫ Feelin' like life is over ♫
♫ These snakes strike
like a cobra ♫
♫ The world's hot,
my son got knocked ♫
♫ Evidently, it's elementary ♫
♫ They want us all
gone eventually ♫
♫ If I ruled the world ♫
♫ Imagine that ♫
♫ I'd free all my sons ♫
♫ I love 'em, love 'em, baby ♫
♫ Black diamonds and pearls ♫
♫ If I ruled the world ♫
♫ I love 'em, love 'em, baby. ♫
Captioned by Media
Access Group at WGBH
(clanks)
This power is...
- I... I...
- SYD: I...
I love you, David, but...
You're nuts, kiddo.
You're...
A danger no one is ready for.
The real me.
Is an imminent threat to
our future, our safety...
Our one-way ticket to...
(echoing) Utter destruction.
ANNOUNCER: Legion. All new
Tuesdays at 10:00 on FX.
♫ And though the
trouble's In the dark ♫
♫ I will hold ♫
♫ All the lights on you ♫
♫ All alone ♫
ANNOUNCER: Heaven on earth,
or so they were told.
How many blowhards
can one island hold?
(whimpering, grunting) Oh! Oh!
ANNOUNCER: Archer Danger Island.
All-new season premieres
Wednesday, April 25.
Only on FXX.
MAN: When I was in the CIA, they
taught us how to kill a man.
With a pencil.
This goes in the ear, like
that, through the eardrum.
Bam! Right into the brain.
Lights out.
ANNOUNCER: Trust.
All new, Sundays at 10:00 on FX.