Go ahead,
take off your coat.
I'm gonna put some water on for tea.
You want a cup?
No, thanks.
What do you think?
We'll put the futon
down later.
Okay.
Come on, Angel, relax. Put your
stuff down, make yourself at home.
- Sorry.
- That's fine.
Listen, I've got some things to do
before dinner,
so why don't you relax
and hang out a little and then
- you can help me in the kitchen, okay?
- Okay.
How far are you?
Oh, great.
Did you pick up the food?
Henry.
Come on, I'm not
gonna get fired.
No one's gonna know
about it.
Look, it's just until I can find
another place for him, okay?
Just don't critique it.
Just...
Oh, shit.
Oh, I forgot.
When are they
getting here?
No, I mean what time
on Saturday?
Oh, we'll figure it out.
You are gonna be home
this weekend, aren't you?
Don't come home
in a bad mood.
Oh, shut up.
- Okay.
- (beeps)
He was walking around like the guy
from "Titanic" or something.
"Best nok hockey player
in the world."
That kid's always
like that. He's crazy.
You helping
or just hanging out?
Glasses are up there.
Oh, you have to save
room for dessert.
Henry brought home
this chocolate mousse.
- It's the richest thing you've ever tasted.
- Real good.
Okay.
What's your favorite thing
to have for dinner, Angel?
Um, this is good.
Chicken, steak.
Lobster.
I like lobster.
Yeah, that's some
high-class living.
Oh, you know, we have an iMac
in your room over there.
You're welcome to use it
for your homework, whenever.
It's an iBook.
Whoops. iMac, iBook...
I don't know the difference.
About 20 Ibs.,
$1,000 to start.
Whatever it is,
it's hooked up to the Internet,
so you can go online
if you need to.
Yeah, just no cruising
the porn sites.
Angel's a computer expert.
- Oh, yeah, are you good?
- Yeah, I like the games.
Figuring out how they program them,
so I can beat 'em.
What kind of
computer do you have?
Usually, I use
the ones at the school
- or at the Bridge.
- Mac or PC?
I know both,
but PC more.
The one in there,
the iBook,
it's got this thing
that keeps popping up
saying I've run out of memory
and it won't let me print.
Maybe you could take
a look at it after dinner.
Okay.
So did you get in a fight
last night, Angel?
He got jumped, Henry.
I told you that.
Looks like you got
a few punches in.
Yeah.
I slept out on the streets
for a week one time,
- when I was about your age.
- When was this?
I just turned 18.
I was a high school senior,
and I had a fight with my father about...
I don't know,
I don't remember...
and he said,
"You're 18. You think
you're a man now? Go on."
- You never told me that.
- Yeah, I said, "Fine."
I stormed out.
I went straight to the bank,
took out everything I had.
And then I got on a bus,
I went into the city
and I hit the streets.
You slept on the streets
for a week?
Yes.
Well, I mean,
maybe it wasn't a week.
But I used a locker
at Port Authority,
kept a sleeping bag in there.
I actually had a great time.
I would hang out
in the village all day.
At night, I would take my stuff
and go up to Central Park,
wash up in the bathrooms
there in the morning.
Did you take conditioner
or just shampoo?
Ha-ha.
I know a kid
who does that,
keeps his stuff
in a locker somewhere.
Tang, that Chinese kid.
I thought Tang lived with his Aunt.
He's Vietnamese.
The tattoo on his arm is Chinese.
I know it from a movie.
You wouldn't want to sleep out in
Central Park these days.
The rats are much
bigger now.
So it's in the future and these
people are in these pods.
They're being controlled
by these robots
who feed them
their reality.
So it's kind of like they're
in a perpetual dream state.
Huh, this is
the first one.
Yeah, they're all connected.
It's a trilogy.
Yeah, I fell asleep halfway
through the first one.
But go ahead.
I'm with you.
Well, this group of them
are fighting back,
and if they can free
everyone from the pods,
then they can take back
their reality.
And do what with it?
Like feel stuff.
See, the machines taught everyone
what to do, what to think,
where to go. If they weren't there,
things would be better.
That's interesting.
I mean, it's a little confusing,
but that's interesting.
Hey, do you wanna put
those glasses in the sink?
- Sure.
- I'll wash 'em later.
No no no, that's mine.
So your dad wants you
to go into the Army?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Says it's the only way
- I'm gonna learn a skill.
- (whistles appreciatively)
It's a pretty dangerous
way to learn a skill.
My friend Sydney
joined up last year.
Hasn't been sent out yet.
Wow, hope his luck
holds out.
What do you want to do?
Stay here,
finish school.
No, I mean...
what do you want to be
after you get out
of school?
Oh, I don't know.
That's okay.
You're still young.
Well, my career counselor
at school says I need to know now.
That way I can decide if I want to
go to college or not.
That is totally wrong.
That's exactly
what college is for...
to help you figure out
what you want to do.
Well, either way,
don't worry about it.
You have plenty
of time.
Well, one more, okay.
Guess you can mark
the ends.
Come on, tough guy.
We know you didn't do this.
We got two of your buddies in a room
next door. One of them is gonna spill.
You think I don't know
what you're doing?
- We've seen this already.
- I haven't.
- You have. They rob the delivery guy...
- Don't tell me.
I don't remember.
You can watch, Angel.
- Have a seat.
- Eric, don't say another word.
Al Rounder
is representing you.
Al Rounder, oh, boy.
He heard about the case.
Doesn't want to see another young black...
If you see anything
that looks interesting, help yourself.
He's gonna campaign
on the fingerprints your client
left all over the guy's bike.
Hey, good luck, kid.
I think I'm
gonna go to sleep.
Okay, I put a pair
of Henry's pajamas
in the bathroom for you
if you need 'em.
We're gonna be up at 6:00 and out
by 7:00, so you'd better not sleep in.
No, I'm serious, Angel.
You better get yourself to school
- and not just for the meeting.
- I know.
- Good night.
- Good night.
(knocks)
I brought you some water.
- Thanks.
- I hope this bed's comfortable.
It's kind of new,
so it might be a little stiff.
You're thinking about seeing
your dad tomorrow, aren't you?
No.
I don't want you to worry about it
right now, okay?
I think we came up with some
pretty good ideas today.
He's not gonna let me
come back home.
Well, that might
be the reality,
but... you know,
situations can change.
People can change.
Your father's
no different.
If you could show him
that you'll meet him halfway,
I'll bet you
he'll surprise you.
Well, let's just take this
one step at a time, okay?
Angel.
Look at me.
- I hear you.
- Okay, good.
So, hey, what do you think
about this room as a nursery?
We're gonna paint the walls,
make it all colorful.
I want to take this out
and put the crib there.
So you're gonna
have a baby?
Yeah. It's exciting,
isn't it?
Just started telling people.
We wanted to wait to make sure
everything was okay with the baby.
I'm just starting
to feel it move.
It's really cool.
Are you gonna leave work?
No. No.
No no no no no.
I mean, I'll take
maternity leave...
that's a couple
of months or so,
but I'll be back.
Anyway, you'll be
long gone,
out of school and working
some great job.
I hope.
Yeah, you'll be running
your own computer company.
Yeah.
Well, I'll be up
for a while,
so you let me know
if you need anything.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Good night.
- Good night, Angel.
Henry?
Morning. Oh, sorry,
did I wake you?
- Yeah.
- We're just taking off.
I left you a key
on the kitchen counter,
there's some frozen
waffles in the freezer,
and toast, cereal,
whatever. Help yourself.
- Okay.
- Eat something.
Okay? I'll see you
at school at 11:00.
The Army? It's just
like prison, son.
Barbed wire all around you,
dudes yelling at you all day...
"Do this" and "Do that."
- How do you know?
- Reginald's cousin went in last year.
Virginia. Said the food
was nasty, too.
It's not worse
than prison.
Almost.
Tyrus told me when he
was in juvie upstate,
if you got in a fight
or whatever,
they sent you to solitary,
you get the "Dagwood Smoothie."
The what?
"Dagwood Smoothie." They take a baloney
sandwich, an apple, some milk,
put it in a blender, you gotta drink it
from a straw through the bars.
- Get the fuck outta here!
- For real.
Fuck it,
I'll starve.
That's true.
Unless there was some
mustard on the baloney.
If there was some mustard
or mayonnaise on there,
that could be tasty,
actually.
Shit.
What if you just kept all your stuff
at school in the lockers?
Then when night comes,
hang out, stay up all night,
go back to school
in the morning.
Shit, I sleep through
all my classes anyway.
I might as well
stay up all night.
- Take a shower after gym.
- Nasty.
You don't take
a shower anyway,
no matter
where you are.
Shut up.
Bam! You see that?
Sayonara, bitch!
I could sleep up
on the roof.
Why you obsessing on
shit like that, son?
You know what's
gonna happen?
You're gonna bounce around for a week,
and your dad will take you back.
I don't know
why you stressing.
Bam! What, motherfucker?
You're dead, go home!
I always get my man.
This is Daddy!
Ooh!
You going to school?
Hold up, hold up.
Come on. Move!
Look, I gotta go.
See you later.
- I didn't even set it off.
- You don't need to set it off,
you're late.
The rules change after 8:00 A.M.
And if you wanna keep running off
at the mouth, you can do it to Mr. Harrison.
All right, you're good.
Go ahead.
Before we can extrapolate
that information...
We don't know
at this point.
Are you in this class?
Yeah. Angel Rodriguez.
Go ahead and have a seat.
Mrs. Leonardis is out sick.
One of those insights
is that fighting behavior
in all species of animals involves
the same components.
Dr. Kravitz and his colleagues
list three stages
of aggression in lobsters
and fruit flies...
One: limited aggression
where weapons are displayed
and the fighters
bump each other;
Two: mid-level aggression,
with much pushing and shoving;
Three: high-level
aggression, slugging it out.
- Have a good day.
- Thank you.
Here you go.
Thank you.
What happened
to your lip?
Nothing.
Tell him I'm in a meeting,
I'll call him back. Thank you.
I'm sorry.
Please, continue.
We were talking about the need
to come up with some strategies
for Angel and his father
to deal with conflict.
We can strategize
about whatever you want,
it's not gonna change
the situation.
I want him out
of the house.
At least in the Army
he can learn some skills.
We were hoping that you would
explore some other options...
There are
no other options.
My patience
has run out, period.
So in your scenario
he'd get his G.E.D.
- in the Army?
- Sure, that's fine.
What do you think about what
your father's saying, Angel?
l... I don't know.
Come on, Angel,
we want to hear from you.
What do you think's the best
thing for you right now?
Excuse me, I'm sorry,
but why are you asking him what's best?
He's not an adult,
and he certainly doesn't act like one.
I want to finish school,
get my diploma and go to college.
Okay, great.
It is his senior year, he's got enough
credits. Looks like a "C" average.
Okay, let's just
back up a minute.
There's a lot of fighting
going on in the house.
Your dad's girlfriend's
getting stuck in the middle,
that's not good either.
What do you think
you can do, Angel,
to help resolve this problem that you
and your father have been having?
Well, I got
this job lined up...
computer programming
and tech support.
So, I can work there
after school.
Only time I'll be home
is to eat and sleep.
I won't get
in their way.
I mean, I have got
skills already.
I don't need to go to
the Army to learn any.
I mean, maybe one day I'll own
my own computer company.
Oh, please. You're gonna
have your own company...
just like that?
You can't even get hired for a job.
How you gonna have your own company?
You're dreaming.
Mr. Rodriguez, let's try to be
respectful here. Angel has goals,
that's a good thing.
We don't want to discourage him.
I respect people
that respect me.
Have you ever
talked to my son?
Have you ever had
a conversation with him?
Do you know how many jobs
he's gotten and left in one week?
Do you know how many times
he's stolen from me
or lied to me about
where he's been?
You should know this.
You set him up with
that UPS job, right?
How long did that last
before he messed that up?
Do you think this boy
deserves respect?
Fine, you give it to him.
He's not gonna get it from me.
He still wets his bed
like a little faggot.
Pitiful.
Ahem.
Mr. Rodriguez, Angel is
coming to you with a plan.
I'm sorry. I know that
you're trying to help,
and I appreciate your concern,
but you don't know Angel like I know him.
And you don't know
what's best for him.
Excuse me.
I got a job I gotta get to.
Where are you headed?
I've got lunch.
You coming to
The Bridge later?
Yeah.
You come by my office, say 7:00,
we'll take the train home together?
Hey. Angel, that really
sucked in there.
I know, okay?
Your dad's intentions are probably good,
and I'm sure in his own way
he does care about you...
- hey hey hey, hold on a second.
- I've got lunch.
I haven't finished
talking to you.
Okay, that was
really fucked-up,
but you have to take some
responsibility for this.
Now, are you really gonna get that job
you were talking about?
Are you really up
for finishing school?
Because your dad
doesn't think so.
Now you can be the kid he's talking about,
or you can be someone else.
It's up to you.
You decide.
Because if you let him
define you, you're finished.
Do you understand me?
Yeah, I understand you.
- Hey, Jamie.
- Hey.
Where you going?
We're skipping out,
come with us.
- It's this way.
- No, it's this way.
It's this way.
That's Times Square.
- Whatever.
- Please don't act like you know.
- Let's not get started.
- I know more than you, baby.
Oh, yeah, I forgot
you work this area.
Angel!
Angel, come on,
let's go!
Come on, you coming?
Nah, get off.
Come on, I have
one more lap.
You're messing me up!
Get off, I'm playing!
Fine, we're going.
You didn't finish.
You know that
girl Desiree?
- On 54th?
- No, the one that lives uptown.
You know the little dog
she has in her bag?
Yeah, she gave him like this big bowl
of chocolate ice cream.
Why would you give
a dog chocolate?
- She was hungry.
- No, and then the dog just died,
keeled over on his back,
tongue fell out of his mouth.
Yeah, well, that's a very stupid story,
but I gotta be going.
- Where you going?
- I got a job interview.
Later.
- Bye, see you later.
- Bye.
Just give me
five minutes here.
Hi, can I help you?
Uh, I'm here
to see Mr. Powell.
Okay, is he expecting you?
Uh, he said
I should come by.
I talked to him at
Career Day at my school.
He said you might need
a technician nights?
Okay, sure.
You have a resume you want to leave?
Well, I have one, but it's
on my computer at home, so...
but he said I should
just come by and ask for him.
Okay... um,
Mr. Powell's not in right now, so why
don't you just take that and fill it out.
He'll have your phone number on there.
If something opens up, he'll give you a call.
You can bring your resume
when you come back in.
- (phone rings)
- Front desk.
You have something
to write with?
She's out here.
Okay, I'll bring her right back.
They're ready to see you.
I'll take you back.
...the rock-bottom of life,
and it's only then in the midst
of deep trouble
that they begin
to stretch forth...
Stanley?
Angel?
Angel!
Wait a second.
Where are you going?
Angel.
What the hell did
you do to my room?!
What are you
doing here?
I came to get my stuff.
Where is it?
What the hell
is this shit?
Your things are in the basement,
but you should have called first.
Don't walk away from me
while I'm talking to you.
You're not supposed
to be here.
- I should call your father.
- Go ahead and call him.
Okay, this is...
Angel.
All right, you can get your things,
but then your gonna have to leave.
Angel, please!
Be careful!
Where's my school shit?
My resumes, my term papers.
What the fuck
did you do with them?
Please watch your language
while you're in this house.
- Angel, I'm talking to you!
- Keep talking.
Excuse me?
I said excuse me,
what did you
just say to me?
I said shut the fuck up
and get away from me.
All right,
I'm calling your father.
Goodbye.
Don't take that shirt.
That's your father's.
I bought that shirt for him.
That's not yours to take!
Fuck.
Oh!
I fucking hate you.
Ever have a girlfriend?
Consult your doctor
to see if Lexi...
Sale ends Friday.
15-year-old Thomas Gilroy
watched the tourist...
...is heavy too at that merge,
where you would pick up 78 off of 24,
always a fun time there.
Southbound 17 is heavy
from Route 4 down to Route 80
as we look at our bridges and tunnels
here on the jam cam.
It's 30 minutes on the GW Bridge,
from 80-95 to Route 4
where still the bad-boy
approaches.
We're pumping up the volume
at the Lincoln Tunnel,
now almost a 45-minute
delay into the city
versus about a quarter-hour
at the inbound Holland Tunnel.
Whitestone, Throgs Neck,
Triborough Bridge
and 59th Street Bridge,
all holding their own.
We have no reports of any trouble
right now at the crossing between
Brooklyn and lower Manhattan, but at last
check they were working on an accident
inside the Midtown Tunnel
heading back into Queens.
That accident is now clear
and the lanes have been reopened
and again the inbound side
is just fine heading into the tunnels.
In Queens we have an accident
blocking the right lane
of the eastbound L.I.E.
just east of Exit 25.
Springfield Boulevard,
Westbound side is loaded up as usual,
Queens Boulevard and the Gowanus/B-Q-E
combination is packed again,
as usual from Industry City right up
to the Brooklyn Bridge
where a stalled vehicle
has now cleared.
That's all the delays
at our 1010 WINS transit desk.
Alternate side parking
is in effect.
With traffic at 'Transit on the Ones'
every ten minutes on 1010 WINS.
And now the official 1010 WINS
AccuWeather four day forecast,
one that will warm your heart down
to the bottom of your feet.
Here's meteorologist
Elliot Abrams.
You're gonna
take the 1-2-5.
You can get your tickets up
at windows one through 10 behind you.
- Okay, thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
Excuse me, where
are your lockers?
There are no
lockers here.
I thought there were lockers
where you could keep your stuff.
No, they haven't had lockers here
for a long time now, sorry.
Really?
Really.
Where you headed?
Uh...
Can I get you a schedule,
or do you need a bus?
No no.
No thanks.
Goodbye.
He go, "I ain't afraid
of Al Qaeda,
I'm afraid
of Al Cracker!"
"Al Cracker," oh shit!
Motherfucker was funny as shit, son.
I was on the floor!
I wish
I had seen that one.
"Oops, sorry, I don't know
how that anthrax got there.
Sorry about that,
my friend."
"That's okay, there, buddy!"
"Now you just
listen here, dawg."
Oh, I'm sorry about that, Miss.
He's making a mess over here.
Can't take you
anywhere, Raymond!
Oh!
- Got all up in the eyeballs.
- Oh, man!
Yo, that Delta Strike game
that I got last week?
It got all jammed up
right in the middle of the game.
- I gotta take it back.
- That's why you can't buy 'em used.
Now they probably won't
let you return it.
They said they checked,
it's supposed to work.
When you take it back to the shop
they're gonna be like,
- "Something wrong with your machine."
- Bullshit.
You gotta buy 'em new,
I'm telling you.
- Hold on to these for a minute.
- Serious?
I don't got nothing
to play them on.
I been looking
for this one, yo.
Cool.
- Oh, shit!
- Quiet, man.
Where'd you get this from,
you freak?
I've got my ways.
He didn't call me.
I told him, "You don't hit."
I gotta call you back.
Good afternoon, The Bridge.
Could you hold, please?
"Format."
I'm sorry, wrong one.
"Insert", yeah.
"Insert."
"Key frame."
Then go "Size", uh,
point three.
"J", "A"...
Stop, we're doing...
we're doing something.
It's all right.
Point three.
Then go over here
and click your text.
Just use... yeah.
All right, from there...
All right, leave it over here
and hit your tab.
What are they
checking for?
It's not a check-up.
I'm just getting my T-cell report back,
it's no big deal.
You just said
you were freaking out.
I'm not freaking out
this very minute,
but I could be very soon,
so just wait for me, por favor.
Hey.
Oh, those shoes
are so cute!
- Oh my God.
- What?
Everything's fine.
I'm starving.
Take a banana and an orange. Imma get
'em from you and save 'em for later.
- Hey, Jamie, how you doing?
- Hey.
Oh, Angel, don't forget to come by
my office before you go, okay?
Okay.
See you guys later.
"Hey, Jamie,
how you doing?"
Bitch.
Wouldn't give me a note
to get out of Regent's prep.
Take a apple too.
Right there.
Excuse me.
How do they look?
Good, I guess.
- Hey, Jamie.
- Hey, Leigh Ann, what's up?
I'm gonna be over
at Benita's later.
Hope I see you.
So, I stayed at Nicole's house
last night.
You what?
Hm-mmm.
She's married, though.
So? You sleep
in her bed?
What, are you crazy?
You never know
how the world turns.
You need a place to stay, Angel,
why you didn't come to me?
You know
you could stay with me.
I'm at my cousin's house,
but he's cool, he wouldn't mind.
I thought you were
at your sister's.
No, I'm at my cousin's now.
I got my own room.
Okay.
They got a nice TV?
- What?
- Nicole. They got a big TV?
Not really, just regular.
My cousin got a 50" plasma screen,
stereo sound.
Whatever.
Okay, fine. You don't want to stay
with me, you could just say it.
- Give me your hand.
- What?
Come on! Give me your hand.
Let me read your palm.
We need to see what the future holds
for this poor little lost boy.
Hmm.
I see you have many
choices before you.
There are many different
paths you can walk down.
Yeah, just tell me what's gonna
happen tomorrow, all right?
Okay.
Hmm.
Stop.
What are you doing?
Whatever.
Ain't nobody else
trying to touch you.
Where you going?
Come on.
Let's go downstairs.
You gonna lug that thing
around with you all night?
Feel this.
All muscle.
Humph.
- I feel a little pea.
- Fuck you.
Sorry, baby, but...
size matters to this girl.
Who's strong now, huh?
Go ahead,
try and get loose.
What if I don't
want to get loose?
See, you better not
fuck with me.
What are you
talking about?
You're the one
pressing up on me.
Don't fuck with me.
You're an asshole,
Angel.
What?
Fucking asshole!
It just sucks to be
in that position.
Oh, well, not in
that position.
- Shut up.
- Look at you.
I don't want to live
with them anymore.
I'm in America now,
not China,
but they still treat me
like I'm fucking dirt.
I think your uncle and aunt
care about you a lot.
Lisa, look at me. I know this because
they take the time to contact me
and let me know
how things are going.
Now they may be angry with you
now because of what happened.
Maybe that's what
you're feeling.
I want to be
with American family.
White family. Can you talk
to Sue and get me adopted?
The rules are gonna be the same
no matter where you live.
You're 15 years old.
No parental guardian
is gonna let you stay out all night,
drink and do drugs.
Am I right?
Now listen to me.
Lisa, I need to
say this to you.
I know what you did,
and I don't agree
with it, okay?
But no matter what you think
your family thinks about you
or how you feel
about yourself right now,
nothing you can do is going to
make me turn my back on you
and leave you alone
to deal with this.
Are you hearing me?
Lisa, come on.
Fine.
Okay.
Look, we have to stop now,
but I'll give your uncle
another call.
And I'm gonna see you again
here on Friday.
Okay?
- Bye.
- Bye.
Hey, it's me, I'm just
finishing up here.
So, I guess I'll see you
back at the house.
Why don't you call me
when you're almost finished up?
Okay? Bye.
Hey, just the person
I was coming to see.
- I copied that article for you.
- Oh, Marcia, thank you.
Oh, that's great.
Hey, how was the conference?
A snooze.
You didn't miss anything.
Congratulations,
by the way.
I just heard.
- I was gonna tell you.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
- How far along are you?
- Oh my God, 19 weeks I think.
- You feeling good?
- Yeah yeah, I'm okay.
Tired, freaking out
a little.
About the giving birth
part or the fact that
your life is gonna
change forever?
Yeah, exactly.
Plus, my hormones...
Yo, slow down!
- You headed out?
- Oh, I got a kid I gotta find.
Who's taking
your kids?
What do you mean?
Well, have you talked with Maribel
about who's gonna cover for you yet?
God, no, we haven't
discussed it yet.
Guess we'll work it out
closer to the holidays.
Well, when you do,
tell her not to pass
them onto my desk.
I can't keep track
of the kids I got already.
Oh, no, of course.
- I'm outta here.
- Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- I'm flattered.
- I'm flattered too. You don't see me going...
Hey, Jamie.
Have you seen Angel?
Who's Angel?
He left, actually.
Yeah, I think he left.
Well, that's weird.
He was supposed to wait for me.
I can come stay
at your house instead.
Jamie.
Don't worry.
I ain't gonna say nothing.
But you used to
love me too, Ms. Nicole.
What?
You used to give me hugs
and all that good stuff.
Oh, Jamie.
- More.
- Okay.
- More.
- Hey, I gotta go find Angel.
See? I told you
you don't love me no more.
All I'm asking for
is a little hug.
Sometimes a girl needs
a shoulder to cry on.
There is a Manhattan-bound
J-train
approaching Marcy Avenue
one stop away.
Why would you do that?
What are you
talking about?
Angel?
Who's Angel?
Is that your lover?
Very funny.
I'm not my father.
Okay, this is not about that.
This about you making
decisions for our children
that don't involve
their free will.
So?
- So what?
- So who's Angel?
No one. He's this guy we had
fixing the computer.
I thought he might
have been here working.
- They have fun with toilet paper.
- Oh.
Why are you
getting so upset?
You're sounding
like your father.
Hey, look,
I am not prejudiced.
You know what?
You are worse than your father.
And who have you
brought for us today?
This is a very unique
and very precious little...
- Precious is the word. She's beautiful.
- She is.
She's actually your perfect
Christmas card puppy.
But in addition to just
being absolutely adorable
and adoptable and lovable
in every way,
she has the behavior
of a champ.
She's just
a dream come true.
Hey, I'm on my last load.
I'll be out of here soon.
It's fine.
Don't rush.
She and her litter mates
were victims of neglect,
and they were confiscated
by our humane society.
And she and her brothers
and sisters are all available.
You gotta see
what I bought.
You're not supposed
to be drinking.
I just have a glass with dinner,
Heather, relax.
Isn't this the cutest thing
you've ever seen?
That is cute.
Oh, look at this one.
I love this one.
- Look at the bears.
- Look, I'm not even 20 weeks.
You're buying clothes.
What if something happens?
Don't worry. Nothing's gonna happen.
You're so healthy.
Okay, I'm sorry.
I'll take 'em back.
No, stop.
Here, come on, let me see.
Oh, I love this.
This is great.
I know, and look
at these buttons.
Look, why don't you save them,
give them to me at the baby shower?
- Okay, that makes sense.
- Okay?
So have you talked
to Mom?
No. Oh, last week
I did. Why?
I was just wondering if you guys
decided when she's coming...
you know, for the birth or after.
Oh God, I don't know.
It's months away.
- I haven't really thought about it.
- She's not gonna stay
- more than two weeks, is she?
- I don't know.
Why, Heather?
What's this about?
Well, I was thinking.
Maybe I could help
take care of the baby.
You wouldn't have to
hire a stranger.
You could actually pay me for something,
instead of always just giving me money.
Nicole, I would do
such a good job.
I just can't wait to hold her,
love her and cuddle her.
This is gonna be
so amazing.
It's an idea.
I'll think
about it, okay?
Okay.
Because I don't really know
what's happening with work.
I might not go back.
I might stay home
full-time.
- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
How's the transcribing
job going?
- Did they give you more work?
- No, what a nightmare.
I did this whole job,
like some lecture about
the welfare state or something,
and I go to hand it in,
and they're like,
"No, you can't give us
stuff in Word Perfect.
You're gonna have to convert it.
It's in the wrong format."
What format did they want it in?
Didn't they tell you that
- to begin with?
- No, and I was using Demetria's computer,
and she doesn't have Word, so I get
this bootleg program from Matthew.
You remember him from Kaplin?
He's letting me stay with him.
He gives me this disc.
I inserted it into my computer
and the whole thing
just froze up.
Why are you staying
with Matthew?
He said I could.
Did Demetria
kick you out?
No, Demetria
didn't kick me out.
Those cats were
giving me migraines.
You paid her
that back rent, right?
Yeah, I'm going to.
I told you.
Heather, I gave you money
to pay the rent.
She's been out of town.
How can I pay her if she's not here?
Jesus Christ, Heather.
Whatever, Nicole.
You don't
have to judge me.
I'm doing my best.
I'm sorry.
Are you staying
for dinner?
No, I can't eat.
I have to go to yoga class
in an hour.
Oh, okay.
Hey, it's me.
It's... oh... 8:00.
My conference call
got delayed,
and now we're not
gonna get started
till 6:30 their time.
So it looks like
it's gonna be a late night.
I'll call you
when I get done, but...
Have some more
chicken, Angel.
- There's plenty here.
- Thank you, Ms. Green.
It'll all work out,
you'll see.
You have to
have faith.
Little bit of luck
never hurts either.
What about skill?
You need skill to survive
on the mean streets of Brooklyn.
How would you know? You never
get off that couch long enough
to walk down
the street to Brooklyn.
- Huh!
- Oh, you laugh!
But when you drop over
with a heart attack before the age of 20,
it's me who's
gonna be crying.
- What are you talking about, heart attack?
- You heard me.
Well, that's what happens
when you don't get dressed for gym.
I had a doctor's note.
Please.
What doctor gave you that note?
I never seen it.
Mom, Dr. Xavier.
He said I was a mutant,
and mutants
can't take gym class.
It messes up their
molecular structure.
- Their what?
- Their molecular structure.
What?
Don't you do it, Angel.
It's Raymond's responsibility.
- That's okay.
- No, it is not okay.
He's too lazy to take
the elevator down to the laundry.
There's monsters
down there.
- There's monsters in that sleeping bag.
- Come on, Mom.
Dirt, dust, grime,
slime, nasty monsters.
Now you need to get off your behind
and get downstairs.
I'm not playing
with you right now.
Let's go.
That's hitting to the solar plexus
right there.
That could kill a motherfucker
in an instant.
Choke hold takes,
like, five seconds,
- if you do it right.
- (door opens)
- I'm taking your room, Raymond.
- Unh-unh.
Don't tell me, "Unh-unh,"
you see a sleeping child here.
Where you wanna put her,
on the kitchen floor?
I got company. Why you wanna
put Angel out like that?
Don't start,
okay, Raymond?
- Angel can sleep on the couch.
- Where am I gonna sleep?
Why you always gotta get in a fight
with your babydaddy,
- come over here and disrupt my game?
- I'm not in the fucking mood.
- Don't fuck with me right now.
- What's going on out here?
- Hello, Chantel.
- Hey, Ms. Green.
- How you doing?
- I was doing fine.
I was having a very sweet dream,
thank you very much.
- How long you here for?
- I don't know, Ma.
- I'm gonna talk to him tomorrow.
- Raymond,
you and Angel
can sleep out here.
Your sister needs
your room.
Raymond, can you turn that down?
I have a headache.
- Raymond.
- You need to get it together,
- straighten out your life.
- Shut up.
No, you need a plan.
- This routine's getting old.
- Shut up!
- Turn that down, please, Raymond.
- You heard what she told you?
Raymond, I asked you
to turn it down.
What you do that for?
Turn it back on! Gimme it!
Well, since you got me up,
you hungry?
You don't gotta
make me no food, Mom.
Why don't you sit yourself down?
Let me see what I have here.
The sleeping bag's probably dry.
I'm gonna go get it.
All right.
Where you going, Angel?
Sleeping bag.
It's 66 at 6:00.
- Hi.
- Could I get a butter roll?
Thanks.
Hi, can I have another one
of those applications?
Sure.
What happened
to you yesterday?
Yeah, I know.
I, uh...
I got paged,
had to run, sorry.
Yeah.
Is Mr. Powell here yet?
Yeah, he's here,
but you have to fill that stuff out first,
no matter what.
He came to Career Day.
Okay.
Well, he said I could
come by and ask for him.
Just wait over
there a minute.