Daddy's Little Girls

- Morning, Ms. Rita.

- Morning, Monty.

- Hey, Maya.

- Hey, Monty.

Hey, baby.

- What up, Willie?

- What's up, young blood?

- How are you?

- Old and tired, man.

- That woman say this engine won't start.

- Yeah. Well, it won't.

You know, Monty,

he was supposed to fix it.

He never did.

He don't know what he doing.

That fool can't even see.

I saw your mama the night you was made.

What you say to me?

Don't make me put this baby down.

And that ain't no way to talk to me.

I gave this car service

one of its best clients.

- Yeah. You never let me forget it, neither.

- That's right.

- Maya, I'll look at it for you, baby.

- Thank you.

Take a seat.

You all right?

And you better do something,

you know Chico quit.

You're gonna lose my boss as a client.

- Here you go, boy.

- How much is here?

Well, not enough, but I'll get it to you.

I promise, okay?

Hey, man, look,

I just lost one of my drivers.

He was the only one classy enough to drive

one of them corporate types, you know.

Now, listen to me.

No, no, no, Willie. You know

I can't stand them stuck-up types.

Hear me out. It pays good.

Oh, come on now.

It will help you make more

of a down payment for this place.

Man, Willie, you know

I'm better under the hood

than I am behind the wheel, man.

Do you really wanna buy this place?

Now this is a start.

Pay is good. Now she's a good client.

And she pays well. I don't want to lose her.

- I'll think about it.

- You'll think what?

- I'll think about it.

- What?

- Watch it, old man.

- You watch it.

Maya, turn the key.

- Thank you, Monty.

- All right, baby.

You know, this should really be your place.

Oh, it will be soon, baby. All right.

- Hey, boy. How you been?

- What up, Kevin?

You all right?

Amen, amen.

Wilbert, get up.

- Hey, Monty.

- Hey, Ms. Rochelle.

You got people stepping all over you.

- Get up.

- He at it again?

Always. Always.

Hi, Monty.

Wilbert. Get up, boy.

Anybody home?

Sierra, get the door.

- Who is it?

- Who is it? It's your daddy. Open up.

- Hey, y'all. It's Daddy.

- Daddy.

Come on, y'all. Hurry up.

What up? Come here.

Come here. Come here.

What's going on? Can I get in?

Hey, Ms. Katheryn.

- Hey, Daddy. What did you bring us?

- Now, is that all I'm good for?

- No, Daddy.

- Can I get some love?

Daddy, you know

I got a B on my class project?

- Thanks for helping me.

- What did I tell you?

That I was gonna get a good grade

and I did.

Hey, Daddy, will you take us

to the movies this weekend?

No.

Okay.

I'll take you out to the movies.

You know Saturday

is Daddy-daughter day, so...

- Okay. So, Daddy, what did you bring us?

- Just some food, baby.

That always comes in handy.

You girls go in the room.

Let me to talk to your daddy.

Yeah, get in there.

Don't let me come in there.

What y'all doing? Playing checkers, huh?

Y'all been playing something.

Thanks, Katheryn.

$200, this week.

I'll bring the rest to you.

You know, Ms. Kat, you know

you got to take care of that cough.

I mean, it sounds like it's getting worse

every time I come up in here.

Yeah.

- Jenny been by?

- That daughter of mine?

No, only time I see her

is when she's driving by.

She ain't been here

to see these girls in months.

So happy you're here, or they wouldn't

know they had a daddy or a mama.

Monty, listen.

Sit down.

What's wrong?

I need you to go down

to family court with me right away

so you can tell them

that you're taking the girls.

I need you to raise them.

Ms. Kat, you know I love my kids,

but I can't take them full time.

Well, then they're gonna have to stay

with their mama.

- Now, you know I don't want that.

- Neither do I.

Especially since she living with that Joe,

the biggest drug dealer in the area.

Sitting up there in that window

staring down at all of us like he's God.

And she's right there with him.

She don't care about nobody but herself.

Do you know what'll happen to them girls

if they have to live with their mama, huh?

God forbid.

- Monty, please.

- Ms. Kat, I...

I have lung cancer.

I am dying, Monty.

I've been hanging in there for them girls

as long as I can, but I'm tired.

I'm tired.

Why didn't you say something?

Why didn't you tell me this?

Ms. Kat, it's gonna be all right.

It is not gonna be all right.

Why didn't y'all call me?

- Mommy!

- Don't look at her.

No, wait.

Wait, where do you think you're going?

These are my kids.

Stop. Stop. Get into the car, baby.

- Stop. Quit it.

- No, you get off of me.

Stop it, Jenny. Stop it.

- Everything all right, baby?

- No, you get my kids out of this car.

Jenny, stop it now. Jenny, stop. Stop.

You have not been

to see these kids in months.

- You want to come take them now?

- Get your hands off of me.

You got to be crazy. Get out of here.

- Now, you need back up, son.

- Yo, do me a favor, shut up.

- Do me a favor, dawg, just hold it.

- Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Go ahead, baby. Go ahead.

Put your seatbelt on. It's okay.

This is your mother's funeral.

And you know

she wanted these girls to go with him.

Jennifer, you know it.

You out whoring around with these thugs.

She didn't want these girls

around all of this foolishness.

Let me tell you something, Aunt Rita.

All right, these are my kids.

Do you hear me?

You ain't just gonna take them from me.

And let me tell you,

you go make your mechanic money,

you save it 'cause we going to court.

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