All language subtitles for Waynehead s01e01 No Mo Money.eng

[instrumental music]

[theme song]

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? The party's just begun ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? That's the 411 for fun ?

? Hey ho ?

? Hey ho ?

? Hey ho ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? The party's just begun ?

? Waynehead Waynehead
that's the 411 ?

[screams]

? Hey ho ?

? Hey ho ?

? Wah pa-pa pa-pa-rup ?

Hey!

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

Yo, yo, yo.

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? The party's just begun ?

? Waynehead Waynehead ?

? That's the 411 for fun ?

? Hey ho ?

? Hey ho ?

? Waynehead ??

[theme music]

[engine revving]

(Waynehead)
'"Harlem Week."'

Man, that festival's
gonna be the bomb.

I wish we could go.

Dang, it costs $5 to get in?

How are we gonna get the money,
Waynehead?

That's gonna be harder
than a frozen blow pop.

Hello,
think about it, knucklehead.

All we gotta do is sneak up
in the middle of the night

find a way to climb over
the fence at the train yard

without getting all cut up
on the razor wire

get past the guards
without getting shot

run across the checks
without getting electrocuted

and then go through
all the empty subway cars

with a big old vacuum cleaner

and suck up all the change
from under the seats.

[inhales sharply]
We'll get millions!

Or we can have a car wash.

[instrumental music]

Car wash!

Harlem Week
fun charity car wash!

[indistinct chatter]

Ms. Jordan, I'm Damey Wayne

your friendly
public relations man.

Do, do they know
what they're doing?

Oh, yes, ma'am.
Don't you worry about a thing.

[vacuum cleaner whirring]

Yo, Toof,
let me hold your taffy.

Dang, Mo,
there's three hours' worth

of chewing satisfaction
left on that taffy.

It's for the cause, my brother

'cause I wanna go to the fair.

Huh?

[chuckling]

Hm!

Ms. Jordan, check out
this major tight ToCV

laying on
this fine car of yours.

[squeaking]

Uh-oh, looks like
you've got a major stain here

Ms. Lady Ma'am.

Oh! My brand-new
leather upholstery!

Taffy stain, uh!
Tish-tish-tish!

That's pretty nasty.

Fortunately for you,
for just $2 more

our new and improved
stain remover

'will clean that mess right up.'

[air hissing]

Well, lookie here.
You seem to have gotten a flat.

How can that be? These are
brand-new steel-belted radials.

Oh, don't you fret now,
Ms. Lady Ma'am.

We fix flats, too,
for just $5 more.

[sloshing]

Hey, Blue,
I think maybe you're pouring on

too much of that stuff.

Are you calling me clumsy?

No, man. Uh, of course not.
I wasn't calling you clumsy.

Oh, so now you call me a liar.

- No!
- Hey!

[coughing]

What are they doing?

You boys get out
of that car now!

[screams]

Uh-oh.

Ms. Jordan says for me
to get revenge on your behind.

- 'Ah!'
- 'Ah!'

That does it! I'm going right
inside and speak to your mother!

'To all your mothers!'

Uh, looks like it's time
for a hasty retreat.

Bye, Ms. Lady Ma'am.

? Wayne Wayne Wayne
Wayne Waynehead ?

? Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne Wayne
Wayne Wayne Waynehead ??

screech

Oh, you're in trouble!

Mama's been looking for you.

[instrumental music]

[chomping]

Damey, I want you take this $5

and get mama some fish sticks
from the store.

I-I'll be right back from
the doctor's office around 3:00.

So you get it done by then.

'And this is the last
of the grocery money'

'till your father gets paid
on Friday.'

So I know I don't have to tell
you to be careful with it.

You can trust me, mama.

[kissing]

[music continues]

Don't you worry your pretty head
about that $5, Ms. Wayne.

I'll help him look after
that money like it was my own.

That's what I'm afraid of.

[instrumental music]

[whistling]

Yo, Waynehead, you just came
into a $5 inheritance.

That's enough for us both
to go to Harlem Week.

This is my mama's money.

And besides, it cost $5 each.

I know that, egghead.

I'm not talking about
spending your mama's money.

I'm talking about investing
your mama's money.

Investing? In what?

Just follow me,
my big-head brother.

[upbeat music]

What's up, little man?

You wanna play?
Five will get you ten.

Give it a try, fly.

Yo, Waynehead,
loan me some cash, bro.

This is my game.
I can beat this sucker.

And this is the last
of the grocery money

till your father gets paid
on Friday.

So I know I don't have to tell
you to be careful with it.

No, forget it, Mo.

Man, I've got this system down.

You can win enough money
to go to Harlem Week

plus, get your mama's
fish sticks.

Come on, you can be
everybody's beneficiary.

Alright, alright,
let me show you the system.

Then you'll be begging me
to invest your money.

Yo, uh, 40 deuce,
let me play, man.

I ain't got time
for pennies, man.

I'm into the high rollers
like my man here.

Oh, you just scared
'cause I might whup your butt.

Ooh! A challenge!

Alright, little man,
come on, kiss your cash goodbye

'cause my hand's quicker
than your eye.

All you gotta do is try.

[dramatic music]

- Dang!
- Alright, big mouth.

Let's go again.

Man, I'm gonna get you
this time.

[music continues]

Dang!

See, Waynehead?

If I had your money,
you could've won $20 already

and took everybody to the fair.

Come on, do it
for the neighborhood, bro.

Five will get you ten.

Come on, give me a chance
to get even, man.

[music continues]

Now you're talking, baby boy.

Oh, I'mma take you, kid.

No way, brother.
Kiss your cash goodbye.

[whooshing]

Find the pea.

- Which one is it under?
- I don't know.

Don't ask me.
It's your mama's money.

I thought you had a system.
Come on, pick, Mo!

Too bad!

[intense music]

Beat it, kid.

You can't stand
in front of this table

if you ain't gamblin'.

I still got four cents.
Let me try to win my money back.

I told you
I don't have time for pennies.

[chuckles]

Worked like a charm, bro.

Come on,
let's go to the festival.

[intense music]

Sucker.

[instrumental music]

[Tripod barks]

Bite it, Tripod.

What are you, man?
A dog or a mouse?

[barks]

Come on, come on, go for it!

Roz! Roz, you gotta help me!

I gambled away
mama's fish-stick money.

'Now I need to get $5
by three o'clock!'

[burping]
Ah.

There, put me down
for a five-cent contribution.

Thanks, but, dang.

You know I can get
$5 worth of these?

If I knew that, I'd already be
grabbing cans right and left

and be on my way to Harlem Week.

That's a great idea, Roz.
Come on, let's go!

[barks]

[scatting]

? Waynehead mm ??

[instrumental music]

Whoa!
You ever seen so many cans?

Looks like fish-stick money
to me. Come on!

Can you believe these fools?

Look at all the cans
they are throwing away.

(Roz)
'Dang, you're smart.'

[engine revving]

'Waynehead, jump!'

Uff!

[engine revving]

[screaming]

Oh, man, forget fish sticks.

Only thing that's gonna get
cooked tonight is my butt.

[instrumental music]

Mo, you is cold-blooded
playing your own boys like that.

Hey, they like to get over on me

so I like to get over on them.

Huh, you're gonna
make yourself sick

riding and eating like that.

[chomping]
So, uh, maybe I'll throw up on you.

[laughing]

I'll kill you
if you throw up on me, boy.

I'll throw you right off
that coaster at top speed.

[clicks]

[screaming]

2:10, Roz.

I got 15 minutes left to live
if I don't get that $5 back.

What am I gonna do?

Ask and you shall receive,
young blood.

Wait a minute.
You're saying we're beggars?

No, baby, I'm just saying

you can always sing
for your supper like I do.

[laughing]

I know what you're saying, man.

[instrumental music]

? Yo people we are coming
from the street life ?

? Young brother's trying
to find a way to beat life ?

? Street talking
for your daily enjoyment ?

? This is how we get up
an employment ?

? You faking like
you don't have no change ?

? Well baby you better get
your locks changed ?

? 'Cause the brother that
you're turning your back on ?

? Is the number the police
are keeping track of ?

? Street talk street talk
that's the word I say ?

? Street talk street talk ?

? When you're passing my way ?

? Street talk street talk
hear what I say too ?

? Helping out the hood
with a brand-new attitude ?

There you go, young fellow.

A quarter?

We sing our guts out for you

and all you can cough up
is 25, dang, cents?

Roz..

Alright then, have it your way.

Wait, come back!
I need every penny I can get!

Huh, amateurs.

[instrumental music]

Yo, I think I'm gonna be sick.

Man, don't get it on me,
dang it.

Ooh. Bwah!

[clamoring]

[instrumental music]

My life is over, man.

Now mama won't trust me again.

I'll probably lose
my self respect

and turn to a life of crime.

I'll be so low, nobody will even
come and visit me in jail.

I've gotta get that money.

Dang, I wish I knew
how to make money.

Nobody in my family has any
money, except my Uncle Jamil.

All I know is, he gave blood
one time, and now he's so rich

he doesn't even bother
to wash his underwear.

He just buys new.

That's it, Roz! We got a plan!

[instrumental music]

I need to sell my blood,
and I'm in a big hurry.

You got to be 18, baby.

I am. I short
'cause I gave so much blood.

- Is that so?
- "Is that so?"

Well, let me tell you something.

He used to be
as tall as Michael Jordan.

Ooh, then you are
a big little man, ain't you?

Must be older than you look,
huh, baby?

Maybe you wanna go out
to the soda shop with me

after I get all my money
for selling my blood.

Know what I'm saying?

[laughs]
I think I do.

You come with me, baby.

We'll get your blood
and then me and you go out.

I'll be right back, honey.
Heh-heh.

Ha!

[hammering]

May I borrow this, Henry?
I got me a medical emergency.

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

Whoa! What's that?

This is the special
blood extractor.

We use it on the beginners.

Uh-uh.

[whimpering]

What's the matter, honey?

You not changing your mind,
are you?

Relax, baby. It only hurts
for the first few stabs.

[whirring]

[screaming]

How about you?

[whirring]

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

Twenty minutes left.

I gotta find a way to get
mama's fish-stick money.

And I gotta find it fast.

(Roz)
'I got it, Waynehead.'

All you gotta do is run out
on the street and dive

in front of a whole bunch of
those express delivery trucks.

And when they slam
on the brakes

you race around the back,
grab all the packages

deliver them yourself
and get all the money for it.

Of course, you're gonna
have to move really fast

so you don't end up getting
run over and hitting the head

and living the rest of your life
as a vegetable.

Or maybe I can just
offer to help somebody

'carry their packages.'

Carry you bags, ma'am?

Oh, are you earning your way
through college, baby?

Something like that, ma'am.

[grunts]
What have you got in these bags?

Forty pounds of kibble.
It's for my dogs.

Nice boys should get rewarded,
don't you think?

Oh, yes, ma'am. Uh..

(LaSalle)
'This is where I live.'

'Just at the top
of these few steps.'

[gasps]

This is so nice of you,
helping me out, Damey.

Oh, no problem, Mrs. LaSalle.

Oh, I'm so glad you helped me.

Those bags give me a time
when I'm coming home.

You just came right in the nick
of time. I'm so glad.

'Oh, you're-you're
just an angel to do this'

''cause, um,
I would've done it myself..'

[thinking]
Maybe this my punishment.

Yeah, I'm getting punished

'cause I gambled
mama's money away.

You've gotta climb these stairs
with your bare foot forever

until you promise never, never,
never to listen to Mo again.

I learned my lesson.
Seriously, stop now. Anytime.

Oh, man.

Agony, agony. Agony!

(LaSalle)
'Look around the neighborhood, I've been living here so long'

Lord, you don't know
how things have changed.

Oh!

[thuds]

I bet you'd like your reward
now, wouldn't you?

Yes, ma'am. Uh..

I'm in a awful big hurry,
ma'am.

Here, Damey. A whole dime.

Just like I used to give my son,
John, when he was your age

'30 years ago.'

I really gotta go now,
Ms. LaSalle.

Just a minute, I wanna show you
my son's piggy bank

'where he put
the first dime I gave him.'

[gasps]

A $5 bill!

This could solve everything.

But I can't. But I've gotta.

But I can't. But I gotta.

- Huh?
- Don't do it, Damey.

Come on, kid.
You know you need it.

That old lady owes you.

Giving you a dang dime
for all your hard work.

(Mo)
'Only ten minutes left to save your butt, kid.'

[clatters]

'Oh, I've fallen
and I can't get up.'

'Damey, I've twisted my ankle!'

This is your chance, kid.
Take it!

Take it and run!
She can't do nothing.

Come on, kid. You gonna be
a sucker all your life?

Make me proud of you, Damey.
You hear?

You alright, Ms. LaSalle?

My, ain't you
a helpful little man.

You seem like somebody
I can really trust.

- You want a job?
- What job?

Walking my dogs after school.

[dogs barking]

It pays 50 cents a day.

Uh, okay, but can I have

$5 in advance, Ms. LaSalle?

I gotta buy some fish sticks
for my mama.

Fine, fish sticks for your mama.

Now, ain't that
a good little boy.

I've gotta run to the store.

I'll be back in a half an hour.
Bye.

? Tum-taka tuku-tuku
Waynehead ?

? Ting-taka taku-tuku
Waynehead ?

[scatting]

? Waynehead ??

[instrumental music]

[dogs growling]

That's the last time I go to
Harlem Week with you, vomit boy.

Man, my shirt's still stinking.

Yo, I ain't never ever going
to that festival again.

A weekend pass?

So that's what you bought
with my mama's money.

Yo, Waynehead, please.

I done paid for my crimes, man.

Sic 'em!

[dogs growling]

Don't you worry none, Mo.

I'll take care of this weekend
pass like it was my own! Ha-ha!

? Wah pa-pa pa-pa-rum ??

[theme song]

? Wah pa-pa pa-pa-rum ?

? Wah pa-pa pa-pa-rum ??

[music continues]

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