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Calvin, let's go!

What's the rush?

Whenever we get there,

it's still gonna be
Medieval Times.

Man, it's gonna be awesome, Dad.

Tonight, we'll be transported
back to a time

of lords and ladies,

of chivalrous knights
upon their trusty steeds.

It shall be a ye olde good time.

Are you sure the hospital
gave us the right child?

I think it's nice
that Dave wants to thank us

for helping him with his campaign.

But if there's no booze,
ye ass is bouncing.

Oh, good, Malcolm's here.

Hey, Malcolm,
would you tell these two

that you supposed to bet
on the horse, not eat with it?

Malcolm, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, Ma,
but Trey's not.

What happened?

We were playing ball
down at the park

when these cops showed up
and just started harassing us.

And Trey told them
we weren't doing anything wrong,

and they, they just
threw him on the ground

- and started beating him up.
- What?

And I tried
to say something, but...

well, one of the cops,
he just looked at me

and put his hand on his gun.

I had to stand there
and watch Trey

get dragged away in handcuffs.

Damn.

Who's ready to party like it's 1399?

You'd be a fool not to.

You were right.
The hat was way too much!

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Wow, you know, the only other time

I've ever had to go
to the police station

was to register my bicycle.

I'm sure that's why they
beat the hell out of Trey.

Expired tags on his Schwinn.

I hope he's okay. How much
do you think it's gonna cost

- to bail him out?
- I don't know.

Just depends on what
they charged him with.

Well, did Malcolm say
what he did to get arrested?

Oh, I'll tell you what he did.

He was being Black in America.

Come on, Calvin.
We are talking about Trey.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just saying,
he's not exactly a Boy Scout.

Which I can say with confidence,
because I was a Boy Scout.

Dave, don't start
with that, all right?

Just because Trey had
some run-ins with the law

don't mean he did something today.

And even if he had, it doesn't

give them the right
to whup his ass.

I'm sorry, you're right.
Look, we'll just explain

what happened and I'm sure
they'll let him right out.

Okay. And then we'll just
get on our magical unicorns

and ride a rainbow home.

Hi, there. Uh, Dave Johnson,

candidate for city council,

- and big fan of all the CSIs.
- Okay.

Hi. We're here to bail out
Trey Williams.

You mean "Leslie Williams"?

Okay. Y'all already arrested him.

Now you got to let everybody
know he got a girl's name?

Uh, yeah, you see,

there's been some sort of mistake.

He's innocent.

Oh, he's innocent?

I'm so sorry,
that happens sometimes.

Let me take care
of that right now.

Hi. Get me the mayor.

I don't think he really
called the mayor.

He didn't press any buttons.

Sir, could you just tell us

what the bail is so we can
post it and get out of here?

It won't be set until he's been
processed and seen a judge.

Okay, so when
is that gonna happen?

Hey, if the mayor
didn't know, how should I?

Oh, well, that's it.
I'm filing a complaint.

Where's the suggestion box?

Dave, this is a police station,
not an Applebee's.

Look, let's go.

They're not letting
Trey out tonight.

But you can be damn sure
I'm coming back here tomorrow.

We're-we're just gonna let him
spend the night in jail?

Well, it could be worse.

He could be at Medieval Times.

I can't believe this.

Obviously this kind
of stuff happens,

but it's never happened
to anyone that I know.

Me, neither.

I always thought of
the police as being helpful.

Right? Remember that time
we broke down on the highway

and they gave us a ride
to the gas station?

Yes, they even let you sit
in the front seat

and play with the siren.

I'm still pissed
I didn't get my turn.

Hey, what are you guys doing?

Nothing. We're just, uh, talking.

About what?

Just boring grown-up stuff.

Oh, I thought maybe
it was about how Trey

got beat up by the Po-Po.

What?

How do you know about that?

I follow Marty on Instagram.

The Gram is where
I get all my news.

Really? You let him get Instagram?

Before you get mad, he swore
that he'd only follow me

and the Rock.

Mwah.

I love you, baby.

I love you too, Ma,
but that is the hundredth time

you've kissed me on my head today.

You keep it up,
I'm-a get a bald spot.

Well, I can't help it.

You know that
could've been you yesterday.

Ah, I know, Ma. But I'm okay.

Thank God.

Okay, just one more. Whoa!

- Mwah, mwah... one more.
- Get off me, man.

What? Don't worry, you
can borrow one of my wigs.

- Are you kidding me?
- Oh, that's ridiculous.

Yeah, no. I'll be down there

first thing Monday morning,
all right?

No, don't worry about it, man.
You're like family.

Baby, who was that?

Trey.

They trumped up a bunch
more charges on him,

now they're holding him
through the weekend.

Damn it, they do this every time.

Well, you know what?
I'm not just gonna sit here

- and do nothing.
- What are you gonna do?

I'm-a organize a protest.

Get a bunch of people together

and march on
that police station today.

Well, all right, son, I like that.

Not backing down from a fight.

I am so proud of me
for raising you right.

So, you raised him?

- Oh, I'm sorry. You're right.
- Thank you.

The first nine
months were all you.

Hey, Mom.

- Hey, sweetie.
- Where's Dad?

I wanted to tell him the Rock

finally followed him
back on Instagram.

Really?

No, it's me under another name.

Well, he's not here.

He went with the Butlers
to the protest.

Why are they protesting?

Because Malcolm
organized one after,

you know...

Trey got beat up by the Po-Po.

Oh.

Hey.

I know there's a lot
going on right now.

You want to talk about it?

I don't understand
why the police beat up Trey.

Did he do something wrong?

No.

The police are the ones
who did something wrong.

But they're supposed
to be the good guys.

Yeah, but there are
some bad ones, too.

So, if there's ever an emergency,

should I still call them?

Oh, yeah. Of course, sweetie.

They would never hurt you.

Right. Because I'm a kid.

Actually, it's because
you're white.

You see, the police
in this country have a history

of treating us better
than they treat Black people.

But that doesn't make any sense.

Why would they do that?

That's a good question.

But the answer
is kind of complicated.

Uh-oh. That's what you said when
I asked where babies come from.

And I did not like that answer.

You guys all right?

I'm fine, but
come help me with Tina.

Oh, my God. Tina.

What happened?

I-I think I sprained my ankle.

Yeah, the cops

broke up the protest.
Everyone had to run.

W-Why'd they break it up?

For no damn reason at all.

Everything was peaceful,

and then the cops
showed up in riot gear.

Yeah, they started pushing
us off with their shields

and then firing off tear gas
and all hell broke loose.

That's crazy.

I know.

I almost got trampled twice.

You know, that's weird,
'cause I almost stepped

on somebody twice.

Oh, Marty, thank God
you're all right.

I'm fine, but I-it's
chaos out there.

People are getting beat up,
cars are getting overturned

and set on fire.

I-I've never seen
anything like it.

Marty, you're bleeding!

Oh, no... oh, no,
that's just salsa.

What? I got hungry during the
protest and hit up a taco truck.

Well, where's Malcolm?

Well, I thought he was with you.

What?

Oh, my God.

Calvin, our baby
is still out there.

Don't worry, Tina,
Malcolm's gonna be okay.

Yeah, I'm sure he's gonna be fine.

Is he answering, Calvin?

No, it just keeps
going to voice mail.

- Oh...
- I-I'm going back out there.

I'm going with you.

No, no, no. You stay
here with your mother.

I don't need anybody else
I love out there.

Come on, Dave.

Go.

I can't believe this is happening.

Well, what'd you expect?

You arm the police
like they're going to war,

that's exactly
what they're gonna do.

I mean, those guys were
itching for a fight.

Look, Calvin, I know
you're upset, but...

it's not like all cops are bad.

Tell that to the people

being choked out
and killed in the streets.

Dave, o-of course
there's some good cops.

But they're a part of a system

that was created when we
weren't even considered people.

We were considered property.

And yeah, yeah,
I know people love to say

that slaves were freed
a long time ago,

but it's that same system
that's got us undereducated,

over-incarcerated,
and out of the voting booth.

Maybe you're right,
maybe the system is broken.

Oh, no. No. The system is working

exactly how it was designed.

I don't know what to say.

Hmm. Look at that.

I finally found a way
to shut you up.

Hey, little man,
what are you up to?

Writing "Welcome home, Malcolm"
on the sidewalk.

Nice. Mind if I join you

and correct some of your spelling?

I think Mac-a-lom
would appreciate it.

Sure.

Who are these guys?

- Oh, that's you, me and Malcolm.
- Oh.

I like how you gave me
all those muscles.

Actually, I was originally
drawing the Rock,

but then I thought
what would he be doing here?

My mom told me about how
some police treat Black people

different than white people.

Yeah, man,
it's pretty messed up, huh?

It's so unfair.

You're right, it is.

But you know what?

Someday I think
that's gonna change.

You think so?

Definitely.

Look, man, you drew the three
of us holding hands.

Yeah, but that was when
it was the Rock. But go on.

What I'm saying is we're friends.

And it doesn't matter to you

that we have different color skin.

None of my friends
care about that stuff.

We just care about Fortnite and
being taller than the girls.

Right.

You and all your friends
and other kids like you

are gonna grow up.

And when you do,
you're gonna make things better.

For sure.

My man.

Hey, but trust me,
don't hate on the tall girls.

The world needs supermodels.

Tina, what are you doing?

You should be resting your ankle.

Well, I got worried that
Malcolm would be hungry

when he comes home,
so I'm making his favorite meal.

Aw, what's his favorite meal?

I'm too upset to remember,
so I'm making everything.

Sure.

Who doesn't love...

hot dogs with their
Cream of Wheat?

How can I help?

Oh, uh, you could start
chopping those vegetables.

Tina, I know you're scared,
but I promise you

Malcolm's gonna be okay.

Look, Gemma, I know you are
trying to help, and I know

you're saying
what you're supposed to say,

but there's nothing
that's gonna make me feel better

until he walks through that door.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Oh, come on, Gemma, don't do that.

If you start crying,
I'm gonna, too.

No, no, it's not that.
It's these onions.

Gemma, you're chopping potatoes.

Oh, my God, you're right.

I am crying.

I'm just so tired of it all.

I can't imagine.

You know,
every time one of my sons

steps out of the house,
I'm worried that

someone's gonna hurt them,
or even worse,

they may not come
back home at all.

You know, I remember

the first time
we explained it to them.

I didn't want to yet.

You know, they were
still so young.

But Calvin said we had to,
to keep them safe.

And I will never forget the looks

on my beautiful babies' faces
when they learned

that there are people who

literally hate them...

just for being born
the way God made them.

Marty was only seven years old.

Here we go again.
Those damn potatoes.

Ugh! I, uh...

I'd give anything right now
just to see my baby boy

walk through that door
so I could just hold him

and hug him and just
tell him I love him.

Oh. Oh... looks good.

Those ain't yours!
Your ass ain't missing.

It's gone on way too long.

Enough is enough.

Malcolm. Malcolm, hold up.

Y'all... y'all go ahead,
go ahead. I'm gonna catch up.

Go ahead.

Pop, what are y'all two
doing here?

We was looking for you.

Why haven't you
picked up your phone?

I don't know, man, I guess...

I guess I just didn't
hear it, Pop.

That used to always happen to me.

That's why I keep mine on
vibrate; very sensitive thighs.

All that matters
is that you're safe.

So come on, man, we're going home.

Whoa, Pop.

I'm not going home.

What?

No, man, I'm going down
to the police station.

Look, they didn't want to listen
to us when we were peaceful,

so we gonna make 'em listen now.

Oh, come on, don't be stupid.

Put the brick down, son.
You're coming home.

Pop, I told you
I'm not going home.

What? Malcolm, please.

- Everybody's worried about you...
- Dave.

Sorry.

I'm gonna go call Gemma
and tell her you're okay.

She's been blowing up my thigh.

Malcolm, now, I told your mother
that I was gonna find you

and bring you home,
and that's what I'm gonna do.

How can you tell me
to quit now, Pop?

Look, weren't you the one who
said that you were proud of me

for standing up?

And now you want me to back down?

- Look, son, I hear you.
- Obviously you don't!

Look, I saw my friend
get beat down

right in front of me.

And I couldn't do
a damn thing about it.

I'm standing five feet away,
and I was helpless.

You know, maybe if you would
have been through something

like that or been there,
you would understand.

You think I don't understand?

Boy, do you know how many times
I've been there?

How many times I've been
pulled over saying

I'm in the wrong neighborhood,

or questioned because
I fit the description?

I've been living this
my whole life, Malcolm.

- Then why aren't you angry?!
- I am angry!

I'm angry every day.

I'm angry every time
another racist cop

kills one of us out there.

Or every time the system fails us.

It makes me want
to burn it all down!

But that's not the answer.

Well, then, what is?

Because they are not
listening to us!

So what the hell
am I supposed to do?

You're supposed to use
your head, Malcolm.

- Come on, man.
- You've got to fight smart.

All right? You've got to organize.

You gotta talk to your people.

You got to get them to listen.

Look, they want you
to fight with this...

but you gotta fight with this.

Because your actions,
they got consequences

that you may not come back from.

And you can't help nobody
if you dead or in jail.

Now give me the brick.

Come on. Come on, son.

Give me the brick.

I just don't know
what else to do, Pop.

- What the hell am I supposed to do?
- I know, man.

I got you, man.

I got you.

Look, I want you
to keep that fire,

but you're gonna lead
the right fight.

I'm sorry, Pop, I...

It's all right.

It's all right. Come on, man.

Let's get home to your mother.

Whoa, uh,

exactly how worried is she?

Well, let's put it this way.

Say good-bye to your hair line.

- All right, here you go, man.
- Thank you, brother.

So, Trey,

what was it like in jail?

It wasn't that bad.

I mean, until they found out
my name was Leslie.

Hey, did Trey tell y'all?

The cops who beat him up
are getting investigated.

They're even talking
about charges.

Hey, that's the first step.

Yeah, none of that
would have happened

if you guys didn't
stand up for me.

If it weren't for you,
I'd still be locked up.

So thank you.

- Ah, we got your back.
- Amen, brother.

We're all in this together, man.

Yeah, and remember that
if you get a large settlement.

- Hey, everyone, dinner's ready.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, seriously, Mom?

Trey's big homecoming dinner
and we got leftovers?

Shut up and eat your
Cream of Weenies.

Thank you. Unbelievable.

This looks good, babe.

And the wine looks really good.

Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, everyone,
let's bow our heads.

Dear Lord, we thank you
for bringing us here together

safe and sound.

We give you thanks
for watching over

Malcolm and Trey, because, Father,

we know there are
too many families

who have an empty seat
at their table tonight.

Yes, Lord.

But we ask that
you give us strength.

To lead the world
towards justice and peace

and love for all God's children.

In your name we pray, amen.

- Amen.
- That was beautiful, baby.

- All right, everybody, dig in.
- All right.

Trey, what are you gonna have?

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