City Guys (1997–2001): Season 1, Episode 1 - New Kids - full transcript
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ City Guys pose those looks in street clothes ♪
♪ It's all good coming from city people ♪
♪ They're all the same, open up your eyes ♪
♪ Roll with the City Guys
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ Check the school from class to the playground ♪
♪ You'll make it there
♪ If you just stay 'round the right crowd ♪
♪ Come on, sign it loud
♪ Roll with the City Guys
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ City wide, roll with the City Guys ♪
♪ City wide, roll with the City Guys ♪
♪ City wide, roll with the City Guys ♪
♪ City wide, roll with the City Guys ♪
(upbeat music)
- Well, welcome back Manhattan High students.
Join me, Dawn Tartikoff, in my fight to save Mother Earth
and her saplings.
- Is there a sign up paper? - Paper?
Hello, that would kill a tree.
Just tell me your name and I'll remember it.
(studio audience laughing) (car screeching)
(car horn blaring)
- Yeah, same to you, pizza face!
You don't own the road
just 'cause you drive in an ambulance!
(studio audience laughing)
- Nice bike. Alberto.
- Oh yo Dawn, you gotta get with it.
This is not a bike, it's a messenger vehicle.
And it's Al, not Alberto.
My card, bam!
(studio audience laughing)
- Al Rocket, Manhattan Messengers.
- That's right, give me the cash, I'll do the dash.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- Check mic, one, two.
You're coming from New York, Harlem, is too cool, Jamal.
Watch me now.
(studio audience laughing)
I'll check y'all later, school days time.
- Hey yo, Jamal, whatever your name is.
Look here, man.
You best kick over that 25 bucks
for me and my boys making you look good.
(studio audience laughing)
Service charge.
- Ey, and that's the last time
I'ma let you borrow any money, you got that?
Yeah, and take my radio while you at it!
(studio audience laughing)
- Hey yo man, that your crew?
- Oh yeah, most of it.
Name's Jamal, what's up? - What's up, Al.
This here is Dawn.
- You're new here, right?
Are you for or against?
- For or against what?
- Saving Mother Earth and her saplings.
- Girl, you better go save yourself.
(studio audience laughing) (car horn blaring)
(tires screeching) (studio audience oohing)
- Yo friend, Ferrari's tight. - Oh, you like it?
Try it out. - Thanks man.
- Thank you.
- Spevak, what are you doing here?
You're stepping on my entrance.
- When I saw you steal your father's car this morning,
I said to myself, "Not good."
I'll be returning it before he kills me.
(studio audience laughing)
- Yeah, wash it, wax it, and have it back by three.
- Hey, like your style, bro.
Name's Al. - Name's Chris.
- Your name's full of it
because that ain't even your car, kid.
(studio audience laughing)
- Who are you? - This is Jamal.
He's new here just like you.
- Yeah, yeah, we may both be new but trust me,
there's nothing like about us.
See, I don't have some Mr. Belvedere dude
chasing me or dressing me in those, might I say,
butt ugly designer clothes, man.
- Well that must explain
those 10 sizes too big pants you've got on.
Where's your red nose and floppy shoes, Homie the Clown?
(studio audience laughing)
- Hey everybody, what's going on?
- Hey what's up, mamacita?
- Oh it's you, it's really you.
- Excuse me, do I know you?
- You're the Yanky hotdog girl,
the one on the center field wall poster.
- So? - So?
I mean, here you are in person.
The eyes, the smile- - I have a brain too.
- Oh yeah, yeah, that's good but-
- I'm a model, not an object. - Oh no, I-
- End of conversation.
(studio audience oohing) (shool bell ringing)
- Did I mention I drive a Ferrari?
(laughing manically) (studio audience laughing)
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, that's funny, huh?
- Oh yeah, baby girl puts you in a permanent press cycle,
then hung you out to dry.
(studio audience laughing)
- I'm gonna get a date with her by this weekend.
- Yeah right, doubtful. - 20 bucks.
Oh, and if you don't have the cash,
maybe you can rent out
some of that extra space in your pants.
(studio audience laughing)
- You're on Richie Rich, easy money.
- Hey you two, Beavis and Butt-Head.
That was a homeroom bell, get moving.
- Well who are you?
- Oh excuse me, let me introduce myself.
I'm Principal Noble, and I'm gonna be your worst nightmare
if you two don't get your high tops inside now.
- Yes ma'am. - Yes ma'am.
(studio audience laughing)
- Okay boys, this is your homeroom.
When that morning bell rings,
don't let me find you anywhere but in here.
- You have a nice day now. - Catch you later, go ahead.
- I'm not going anywhere, this is my homeroom.
I'm a principal who likes to get down with her students.
Sit.
(studio audience laughing)
- Ah man, this is ill yo.
How'd have you and her
in the same class for the whole year?
I just don't get it.
- Well you can always drop out, I wouldn't mind.
- What part of sit don't you two understand?
(studio audience oohing) (studio audience laughing)
Let's see here.
Chris Robert Anderson, transfer.
Kicked out of Bennington Prep, Danforth Prep,
and a dishonorable discharge from Norwalk Military.
- [Class] Wow.
- You flooded the soccer field during a game?
(class laughing)
- Yeah, well we were losing 14-nothing.
It was a mercy flood. (laughs)
(class laughing)
- You see, the boy has problems, I-
- [Principal] Who asked you?
(class oohing)
All right now, Jamal Abdul Grant.
Transfer from Brooklyn High,
suspended for fighting freshman year, sophomore year,
and expelled junior year.
(class oohing)
- Well you said the truth is
I wasn't really doing the fighting.
I was more like a walking punching bag.
(class laughing)
- I can see why. (laughs)
- Man, be quiet. - You be quiet.
- Hey, both of you be quiet.
It's like I'm in some kind of horrible horror movie here.
The two-headed goofballs.
(class laughing)
Okay class, settle down.
We're gonna have roll call now.
Alberto Ramos.
- Oh here, but now it's Al, Al Rocket.
My card baby, bam!
(studio audience laughing)
- Baby, you better sit down or I'm gonna give you the bam.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- Yo Chris.
The rocket man delivers.
- You got the info on Jamal I asked for?
- You know it kid and you hit the jackpot.
Your man, Jamal, in suspenders and glasses
at a Steve Urkel fan club sleepover. (laughs)
- Show me the picture. - Show me the money.
(studio audience laughing)
- Tina, hey, can we talk? - Why?
- Well, I'd just like to start over.
Can I just apologize without you biting my head off?
- So apologize, just make it quick.
- Okay, Tina listen, I'm sorry.
What I wanted to talk to you about-
- Excuse me, just gotta get to my locker.
(studio audience laughing)
Oh yo Chris, here's your fake vomit, man.
Thanks, I cleared the whole gym.
(studio audience laughing)
- Fake vomit?
Mature.
- Wait, this isn't even mine.
That's tampering, man.
You can't mess with a bet like that.
- Yeah, yeah, tell that to the fair bet board, alright.
- No, no, no, no, no.
(studio audience laughing)
I think I'll just show everybody this instead.
Nice suspenders.
Were you president of that fan club?
- Nah man, don't even play like that.
- Who's playing?
I'm running through study hall with this.
- Oh no you ain't. - Oh yes.
- [Jamal] Give it here! - Hey, hey!
(studio audience oohing and laughing)
- You two are in some deep, deep doo-doo.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
Okay boys.
Welcome to Ms. Noble's wall of peaceful coexistence, huh.
Now I've decided to make you two my new painters.
I suggest you learn to coexist in a hurry
'cause I expect a new mural by Friday.
Any questions?
- Oh yeah. - By Friday?
- Sorry, question time is over.
Hey, have a nice day.
(studio audience laughing)
- Ah man, I know she must be joking
'cause there ain't no way I'm painting no wall for nobody.
- Painting crew?
Yeah right, that lady's got a screw loose.
- Hey, I'd grab those brushes.
I've already got your parent's telephone numbers
in the speed dial.
(studio audience laughing)
- All right, grab a paint can and start painting.
I gotta think. - Hold up, hold up.
Did I miss the part where someone died
and left you in charge?
- No, I'm just what people call a natural born leader.
- Oh yeah, well not to the people I hang with.
To them, you're just another tennis playing daddy's boy
from the country club.
- Well at least I ain't hubcap stealing hustler
from Crooklyn. - Forget this man.
I ain't working together with you on nothing.
- Fine, I'm outta here. - Fine.
- Hey, you two better turn around.
Don't let me have to come down there
and chain your butts together.
(studio audience laughing)
- Check this.
Since I ain't about to take orders from you,
and I doubt you're gonna take them from me.
How about we each take half the wall?
- I do this half and you do that half?
- Exactly, you down with that? - Yeah.
- Ey yo, yo Michelangelo!
What do you think you're doing to that wall, man?
- Nothing man, just a school project.
- Oh, you best flunk this assignment, man.
That's my tag you 'bout to mess with.
- El-Train, that's you?
- Yeah, that's me fool, so word up.
Somebody dis is my tag, somebody gets hurt, end of story.
Peace.
(studio audience laughing)
- Ah man, now what?
Gotta paint, can't paint.
Any bright ideas, Mr. Natural born leader.
- About what?
There's no El-Train on my half of the wall.
(studio audience laughing)
(upbeat music)
- A tree grows at Manhattan High, but does anyone care?
No, they just wanna rip it out by its roots!
Rip, rip, rip!
- Yo Dawn, take my advice yo, you need serious help.
- You're absolutely right, Jamal, I do need help.
So would you guys pass up these pamphlets
printed on recycled paper?
Thanks!
(studio audience laughing)
- Hey, an autographed CD of The Three Tenors.
How'd you know I loved opera?
- Well, when you really like someone,
you bribe people to find out things about them.
(studio audience laughing)
- That sweet, creepy but sweet.
- Sweet enough to go out with me this weekend?
- No.
But maybe we could talk about the possibilities
at lunch today, maybe.
(studio audience oohing)
- I'll take a maybe, a maybe's good.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- Kid, are you whack?
That's El-Train's tag you're painting around.
- Yeah I heard, that's why I'm blending it into the design.
(studio audience laughing)
- You better tell Chris what's up.
- Oh he knows, he also knows he supposed to be here working.
- (laughs) He's working alright.
He's working on Tina and two slices of pizza.
- What?
Oh no, no, no, no, he ain't.
His lunch break just ended.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- So how am I doing so far?
- Fine.
- Jamal.
- Oh hey, oh dad, how you doing?
- Son, why are you all covered in paint?
- Paint, what paint?
- Jamal.
- Oh we talking about the paint on these clothes right here?
- Yeah. - Well see...
But what I'm tryna say is...
It's that boy right there, you see him?
Yeah, he ambushed me in our class.
He did it, he sure did.
- I think I better have a talk with this joker
about a reimbursement plan
for those new clothes I just bought you.
- I think so.
(studio audience laughing)
- Jamal, son look me in the eye.
Now you wouldn't be jazzing the old man about this
now would you?
- Hey, scout's honor and all that, dad.
- You were never a scout.
(studio audience laughing)
- All right slick, let's go.
- Whoa, whoa, hey, what's going on here?
You're going on, you're going on out of here.
Just move it now!
(studio audience laughing)
Now!
- Sorry Tina.
My dad gets kinda moody when people don't pay their bill.
Chris didn't pay?
- Nah, I guess he figured once you agreed to a date
and he win the $20 bet and oops.
You ain't hear that from me.
- So this whole date thing is all a bet?
- Well Tina, it's really not my place to say, but yeah.
- Yeah, he's dead.
- He's so dead, oh yes he is.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- Christopher, can we talk?
- Tina, yeah sure.
Listen, before- - Zip it!
About our date...
N-O.
No.
(studio audience laughing)
- This a bad weekend?
- Jamal told me about the bet.
(studio audience oohing)
- Okay.
It's payback time, bro.
(studio audience oohing) (upbeat music)
Tina, listen, I wanted to- - Bye.
(Jamal laughing)
- Ain't that your date for this weekend, bro?
- Ey Mr. laughing hyena.
Why are you gonna go and play me like that, man?
- What you talking 'bout, man, I ain't play you.
- I told you partner.
Somebody dis the tag, somebody gets hurt.
- But-
- After school on the roof, fool.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- All right class, we have a few minutes left.
Anyone have any announcements?
- I do. - Oh Lord, give me strength.
(studio audience laughing)
- Okay everybody, SAULT.
Students against the uprooting of living things
want you to join us for a rooftop rally this afternoon.
All we're saying is give trees a chance, thank you.
(studio audience laughing)
Ms. Noble, you can come to the rally today
after school, can't you?
- Oh, is that today?
Oh shoot.
Um, let me see.
I, uh, no, no, I've got to supervise detention today.
- You big kidder, there's no detention on Fridays.
I'll see you there.
(studio audience laughing) (school bell ringing)
- Ey yo, Jamal, I got it man.
El-Train walks up, you fall down, fight's over.
- No thanks, kid, I hold my own yo.
- He'll be holding his own teeth.
- Oh c'mon, it's a school fight.
One punch and someone breaks it up.
- This ain't no prep school fight, kid.
More than hair is gonna get messed up.
This is serious stuff.
- Oh you mean something like a bloody nose, right?
- Nah, I mean something like
Jamal ain't gonna have a nose left.
With El-Train, it's the real deal boy.
(upbeat music)
- Wow, look at the turnout for my rally.
- Mission control to Dawn.
This crowd isn't here for your rally.
They're here because there's gonna be a fight.
- What, that's so wrong.
I announced my rally first!
(studio audience laughing)
- Jamal, you don't have to do this.
You didn't paint over the tag, I did.
- Doesn't matter all right.
He called me out and if I don't deal with it now,
I'll always have to watch my back.
- That's stupid. - It's my world, all right.
And I don't expect no Park Avenue pretty boy to understand.
- [El-Train] It's about that time, painter man.
(studio audience laughing)
- Bring it on, bro.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You guys can't fight yet.
Somebody's gotta make up the rules.
- Rules, what you're talking about, man?
- Rules, you know, like if you rip off Jamal's head,
are you allowed to use the head as a weapon?
(studio audience laughing)
- Say fool, you better step back
or it's gonna be your head I'm tearing off.
- Okay fine, no rules.
(crowd shouting)
No, look if you wanna throw down, you throw down with me.
I'm the one that dissed your tag.
- Look man, what you doing, it's my fight all right.
- Hmm, two fools, two fists, no problem.
(studio audience laughing)
- Sorry, you were blocking my view of the rally.
(crowd oohing)
- Ms. Noble, the rally hasn't started yet.
This is a fight. - Oh no it's not.
Change of plans, fight's over, everybody go on home now!
Especially you, Mr. Lionel,
about to be suspended again, Johnson.
- Lionel? - Lionel?
(studio audience laughing)
- Man, this don't concern you Ms. Noble.
- Oh yes this does concern me.
You're my students and this is my school.
And nobody messes with nothing around here
without messing with me first.
And you don't wanna do that
because I will get in your face 'til my face hurts,
then I'll call your mama
and have her get in your face for making my face hurt!
Now you get on along and get outta here
or get ready to deal with the wrath of Karen Coretta Noble!
(crowd oohing and cheering)
- You go, girl! - What?
(studio audience laughing)
- Okay kids, show's over, go on home now, go on.
- Hey um, the rally's this way people, follow me.
(studio audience laughing)
- Hold it you two.
I'm not done with you yet, follow me.
(upbeat music)
- Ms. Noble, where are we going?
You're not throwing us out of school are you?
- Expelled after three days?
Hey, this breaks my old record by a week.
- I'm not expelling you yet.
Now do you see what you two accomplish working together?
This and what you just showed me on the roof
tells me that underneath of it all,
you're not that different.
Now I see potential for you two to get along.
(indistinct mumbling)
Yeah, well that's why I decided
you should continue working together.
So I'm making you co-editors
of the school's video yearbook until June.
- Until June with him? - Until June with him?
- Uh-huh, that's right, guys.
We're gonna put the film in the camera
and see what develops. (laughs)
(studio audience laughing)
- I guess we're stuck doing this, huh?
Okay, carry the camera and follow me.
- Oh whoa, hold up Wanda, this ain't no safari, boy.
You better hold your own camera.
- You can hold the camera.
- Man, you better carry this camera.
(indistinct chattering)
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ City Guys pose those looks in street clothes ♪
♪ It's all good coming from city people ♪
♪ They're all the same, open up your eyes ♪
♪ Roll with the City Guys
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ Check the school from class to the playground ♪
♪ You'll make it there
♪ If you just stay 'round the right crowd ♪
♪ Come on, sign it loud
♪ Roll with the City Guys
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ C-I-T-Y you can see why
♪ These guys, the neat guys, smart and streetwise ♪
♪ City wide, roll with the City Guys ♪
♪ City wide, roll with the City Guys ♪
♪ City wide, roll with the City Guys ♪
♪ City wide, roll with the City Guys ♪
(upbeat music)
- Well, welcome back Manhattan High students.
Join me, Dawn Tartikoff, in my fight to save Mother Earth
and her saplings.
- Is there a sign up paper? - Paper?
Hello, that would kill a tree.
Just tell me your name and I'll remember it.
(studio audience laughing) (car screeching)
(car horn blaring)
- Yeah, same to you, pizza face!
You don't own the road
just 'cause you drive in an ambulance!
(studio audience laughing)
- Nice bike. Alberto.
- Oh yo Dawn, you gotta get with it.
This is not a bike, it's a messenger vehicle.
And it's Al, not Alberto.
My card, bam!
(studio audience laughing)
- Al Rocket, Manhattan Messengers.
- That's right, give me the cash, I'll do the dash.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- Check mic, one, two.
You're coming from New York, Harlem, is too cool, Jamal.
Watch me now.
(studio audience laughing)
I'll check y'all later, school days time.
- Hey yo, Jamal, whatever your name is.
Look here, man.
You best kick over that 25 bucks
for me and my boys making you look good.
(studio audience laughing)
Service charge.
- Ey, and that's the last time
I'ma let you borrow any money, you got that?
Yeah, and take my radio while you at it!
(studio audience laughing)
- Hey yo man, that your crew?
- Oh yeah, most of it.
Name's Jamal, what's up? - What's up, Al.
This here is Dawn.
- You're new here, right?
Are you for or against?
- For or against what?
- Saving Mother Earth and her saplings.
- Girl, you better go save yourself.
(studio audience laughing) (car horn blaring)
(tires screeching) (studio audience oohing)
- Yo friend, Ferrari's tight. - Oh, you like it?
Try it out. - Thanks man.
- Thank you.
- Spevak, what are you doing here?
You're stepping on my entrance.
- When I saw you steal your father's car this morning,
I said to myself, "Not good."
I'll be returning it before he kills me.
(studio audience laughing)
- Yeah, wash it, wax it, and have it back by three.
- Hey, like your style, bro.
Name's Al. - Name's Chris.
- Your name's full of it
because that ain't even your car, kid.
(studio audience laughing)
- Who are you? - This is Jamal.
He's new here just like you.
- Yeah, yeah, we may both be new but trust me,
there's nothing like about us.
See, I don't have some Mr. Belvedere dude
chasing me or dressing me in those, might I say,
butt ugly designer clothes, man.
- Well that must explain
those 10 sizes too big pants you've got on.
Where's your red nose and floppy shoes, Homie the Clown?
(studio audience laughing)
- Hey everybody, what's going on?
- Hey what's up, mamacita?
- Oh it's you, it's really you.
- Excuse me, do I know you?
- You're the Yanky hotdog girl,
the one on the center field wall poster.
- So? - So?
I mean, here you are in person.
The eyes, the smile- - I have a brain too.
- Oh yeah, yeah, that's good but-
- I'm a model, not an object. - Oh no, I-
- End of conversation.
(studio audience oohing) (shool bell ringing)
- Did I mention I drive a Ferrari?
(laughing manically) (studio audience laughing)
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, that's funny, huh?
- Oh yeah, baby girl puts you in a permanent press cycle,
then hung you out to dry.
(studio audience laughing)
- I'm gonna get a date with her by this weekend.
- Yeah right, doubtful. - 20 bucks.
Oh, and if you don't have the cash,
maybe you can rent out
some of that extra space in your pants.
(studio audience laughing)
- You're on Richie Rich, easy money.
- Hey you two, Beavis and Butt-Head.
That was a homeroom bell, get moving.
- Well who are you?
- Oh excuse me, let me introduce myself.
I'm Principal Noble, and I'm gonna be your worst nightmare
if you two don't get your high tops inside now.
- Yes ma'am. - Yes ma'am.
(studio audience laughing)
- Okay boys, this is your homeroom.
When that morning bell rings,
don't let me find you anywhere but in here.
- You have a nice day now. - Catch you later, go ahead.
- I'm not going anywhere, this is my homeroom.
I'm a principal who likes to get down with her students.
Sit.
(studio audience laughing)
- Ah man, this is ill yo.
How'd have you and her
in the same class for the whole year?
I just don't get it.
- Well you can always drop out, I wouldn't mind.
- What part of sit don't you two understand?
(studio audience oohing) (studio audience laughing)
Let's see here.
Chris Robert Anderson, transfer.
Kicked out of Bennington Prep, Danforth Prep,
and a dishonorable discharge from Norwalk Military.
- [Class] Wow.
- You flooded the soccer field during a game?
(class laughing)
- Yeah, well we were losing 14-nothing.
It was a mercy flood. (laughs)
(class laughing)
- You see, the boy has problems, I-
- [Principal] Who asked you?
(class oohing)
All right now, Jamal Abdul Grant.
Transfer from Brooklyn High,
suspended for fighting freshman year, sophomore year,
and expelled junior year.
(class oohing)
- Well you said the truth is
I wasn't really doing the fighting.
I was more like a walking punching bag.
(class laughing)
- I can see why. (laughs)
- Man, be quiet. - You be quiet.
- Hey, both of you be quiet.
It's like I'm in some kind of horrible horror movie here.
The two-headed goofballs.
(class laughing)
Okay class, settle down.
We're gonna have roll call now.
Alberto Ramos.
- Oh here, but now it's Al, Al Rocket.
My card baby, bam!
(studio audience laughing)
- Baby, you better sit down or I'm gonna give you the bam.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- Yo Chris.
The rocket man delivers.
- You got the info on Jamal I asked for?
- You know it kid and you hit the jackpot.
Your man, Jamal, in suspenders and glasses
at a Steve Urkel fan club sleepover. (laughs)
- Show me the picture. - Show me the money.
(studio audience laughing)
- Tina, hey, can we talk? - Why?
- Well, I'd just like to start over.
Can I just apologize without you biting my head off?
- So apologize, just make it quick.
- Okay, Tina listen, I'm sorry.
What I wanted to talk to you about-
- Excuse me, just gotta get to my locker.
(studio audience laughing)
Oh yo Chris, here's your fake vomit, man.
Thanks, I cleared the whole gym.
(studio audience laughing)
- Fake vomit?
Mature.
- Wait, this isn't even mine.
That's tampering, man.
You can't mess with a bet like that.
- Yeah, yeah, tell that to the fair bet board, alright.
- No, no, no, no, no.
(studio audience laughing)
I think I'll just show everybody this instead.
Nice suspenders.
Were you president of that fan club?
- Nah man, don't even play like that.
- Who's playing?
I'm running through study hall with this.
- Oh no you ain't. - Oh yes.
- [Jamal] Give it here! - Hey, hey!
(studio audience oohing and laughing)
- You two are in some deep, deep doo-doo.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
Okay boys.
Welcome to Ms. Noble's wall of peaceful coexistence, huh.
Now I've decided to make you two my new painters.
I suggest you learn to coexist in a hurry
'cause I expect a new mural by Friday.
Any questions?
- Oh yeah. - By Friday?
- Sorry, question time is over.
Hey, have a nice day.
(studio audience laughing)
- Ah man, I know she must be joking
'cause there ain't no way I'm painting no wall for nobody.
- Painting crew?
Yeah right, that lady's got a screw loose.
- Hey, I'd grab those brushes.
I've already got your parent's telephone numbers
in the speed dial.
(studio audience laughing)
- All right, grab a paint can and start painting.
I gotta think. - Hold up, hold up.
Did I miss the part where someone died
and left you in charge?
- No, I'm just what people call a natural born leader.
- Oh yeah, well not to the people I hang with.
To them, you're just another tennis playing daddy's boy
from the country club.
- Well at least I ain't hubcap stealing hustler
from Crooklyn. - Forget this man.
I ain't working together with you on nothing.
- Fine, I'm outta here. - Fine.
- Hey, you two better turn around.
Don't let me have to come down there
and chain your butts together.
(studio audience laughing)
- Check this.
Since I ain't about to take orders from you,
and I doubt you're gonna take them from me.
How about we each take half the wall?
- I do this half and you do that half?
- Exactly, you down with that? - Yeah.
- Ey yo, yo Michelangelo!
What do you think you're doing to that wall, man?
- Nothing man, just a school project.
- Oh, you best flunk this assignment, man.
That's my tag you 'bout to mess with.
- El-Train, that's you?
- Yeah, that's me fool, so word up.
Somebody dis is my tag, somebody gets hurt, end of story.
Peace.
(studio audience laughing)
- Ah man, now what?
Gotta paint, can't paint.
Any bright ideas, Mr. Natural born leader.
- About what?
There's no El-Train on my half of the wall.
(studio audience laughing)
(upbeat music)
- A tree grows at Manhattan High, but does anyone care?
No, they just wanna rip it out by its roots!
Rip, rip, rip!
- Yo Dawn, take my advice yo, you need serious help.
- You're absolutely right, Jamal, I do need help.
So would you guys pass up these pamphlets
printed on recycled paper?
Thanks!
(studio audience laughing)
- Hey, an autographed CD of The Three Tenors.
How'd you know I loved opera?
- Well, when you really like someone,
you bribe people to find out things about them.
(studio audience laughing)
- That sweet, creepy but sweet.
- Sweet enough to go out with me this weekend?
- No.
But maybe we could talk about the possibilities
at lunch today, maybe.
(studio audience oohing)
- I'll take a maybe, a maybe's good.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- Kid, are you whack?
That's El-Train's tag you're painting around.
- Yeah I heard, that's why I'm blending it into the design.
(studio audience laughing)
- You better tell Chris what's up.
- Oh he knows, he also knows he supposed to be here working.
- (laughs) He's working alright.
He's working on Tina and two slices of pizza.
- What?
Oh no, no, no, no, he ain't.
His lunch break just ended.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- So how am I doing so far?
- Fine.
- Jamal.
- Oh hey, oh dad, how you doing?
- Son, why are you all covered in paint?
- Paint, what paint?
- Jamal.
- Oh we talking about the paint on these clothes right here?
- Yeah. - Well see...
But what I'm tryna say is...
It's that boy right there, you see him?
Yeah, he ambushed me in our class.
He did it, he sure did.
- I think I better have a talk with this joker
about a reimbursement plan
for those new clothes I just bought you.
- I think so.
(studio audience laughing)
- Jamal, son look me in the eye.
Now you wouldn't be jazzing the old man about this
now would you?
- Hey, scout's honor and all that, dad.
- You were never a scout.
(studio audience laughing)
- All right slick, let's go.
- Whoa, whoa, hey, what's going on here?
You're going on, you're going on out of here.
Just move it now!
(studio audience laughing)
Now!
- Sorry Tina.
My dad gets kinda moody when people don't pay their bill.
Chris didn't pay?
- Nah, I guess he figured once you agreed to a date
and he win the $20 bet and oops.
You ain't hear that from me.
- So this whole date thing is all a bet?
- Well Tina, it's really not my place to say, but yeah.
- Yeah, he's dead.
- He's so dead, oh yes he is.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- Christopher, can we talk?
- Tina, yeah sure.
Listen, before- - Zip it!
About our date...
N-O.
No.
(studio audience laughing)
- This a bad weekend?
- Jamal told me about the bet.
(studio audience oohing)
- Okay.
It's payback time, bro.
(studio audience oohing) (upbeat music)
Tina, listen, I wanted to- - Bye.
(Jamal laughing)
- Ain't that your date for this weekend, bro?
- Ey Mr. laughing hyena.
Why are you gonna go and play me like that, man?
- What you talking 'bout, man, I ain't play you.
- I told you partner.
Somebody dis the tag, somebody gets hurt.
- But-
- After school on the roof, fool.
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)
- All right class, we have a few minutes left.
Anyone have any announcements?
- I do. - Oh Lord, give me strength.
(studio audience laughing)
- Okay everybody, SAULT.
Students against the uprooting of living things
want you to join us for a rooftop rally this afternoon.
All we're saying is give trees a chance, thank you.
(studio audience laughing)
Ms. Noble, you can come to the rally today
after school, can't you?
- Oh, is that today?
Oh shoot.
Um, let me see.
I, uh, no, no, I've got to supervise detention today.
- You big kidder, there's no detention on Fridays.
I'll see you there.
(studio audience laughing) (school bell ringing)
- Ey yo, Jamal, I got it man.
El-Train walks up, you fall down, fight's over.
- No thanks, kid, I hold my own yo.
- He'll be holding his own teeth.
- Oh c'mon, it's a school fight.
One punch and someone breaks it up.
- This ain't no prep school fight, kid.
More than hair is gonna get messed up.
This is serious stuff.
- Oh you mean something like a bloody nose, right?
- Nah, I mean something like
Jamal ain't gonna have a nose left.
With El-Train, it's the real deal boy.
(upbeat music)
- Wow, look at the turnout for my rally.
- Mission control to Dawn.
This crowd isn't here for your rally.
They're here because there's gonna be a fight.
- What, that's so wrong.
I announced my rally first!
(studio audience laughing)
- Jamal, you don't have to do this.
You didn't paint over the tag, I did.
- Doesn't matter all right.
He called me out and if I don't deal with it now,
I'll always have to watch my back.
- That's stupid. - It's my world, all right.
And I don't expect no Park Avenue pretty boy to understand.
- [El-Train] It's about that time, painter man.
(studio audience laughing)
- Bring it on, bro.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You guys can't fight yet.
Somebody's gotta make up the rules.
- Rules, what you're talking about, man?
- Rules, you know, like if you rip off Jamal's head,
are you allowed to use the head as a weapon?
(studio audience laughing)
- Say fool, you better step back
or it's gonna be your head I'm tearing off.
- Okay fine, no rules.
(crowd shouting)
No, look if you wanna throw down, you throw down with me.
I'm the one that dissed your tag.
- Look man, what you doing, it's my fight all right.
- Hmm, two fools, two fists, no problem.
(studio audience laughing)
- Sorry, you were blocking my view of the rally.
(crowd oohing)
- Ms. Noble, the rally hasn't started yet.
This is a fight. - Oh no it's not.
Change of plans, fight's over, everybody go on home now!
Especially you, Mr. Lionel,
about to be suspended again, Johnson.
- Lionel? - Lionel?
(studio audience laughing)
- Man, this don't concern you Ms. Noble.
- Oh yes this does concern me.
You're my students and this is my school.
And nobody messes with nothing around here
without messing with me first.
And you don't wanna do that
because I will get in your face 'til my face hurts,
then I'll call your mama
and have her get in your face for making my face hurt!
Now you get on along and get outta here
or get ready to deal with the wrath of Karen Coretta Noble!
(crowd oohing and cheering)
- You go, girl! - What?
(studio audience laughing)
- Okay kids, show's over, go on home now, go on.
- Hey um, the rally's this way people, follow me.
(studio audience laughing)
- Hold it you two.
I'm not done with you yet, follow me.
(upbeat music)
- Ms. Noble, where are we going?
You're not throwing us out of school are you?
- Expelled after three days?
Hey, this breaks my old record by a week.
- I'm not expelling you yet.
Now do you see what you two accomplish working together?
This and what you just showed me on the roof
tells me that underneath of it all,
you're not that different.
Now I see potential for you two to get along.
(indistinct mumbling)
Yeah, well that's why I decided
you should continue working together.
So I'm making you co-editors
of the school's video yearbook until June.
- Until June with him? - Until June with him?
- Uh-huh, that's right, guys.
We're gonna put the film in the camera
and see what develops. (laughs)
(studio audience laughing)
- I guess we're stuck doing this, huh?
Okay, carry the camera and follow me.
- Oh whoa, hold up Wanda, this ain't no safari, boy.
You better hold your own camera.
- You can hold the camera.
- Man, you better carry this camera.
(indistinct chattering)
(studio audience laughing) (upbeat music)