Lifted

Come on, baby doll.

Do you want eggs, hon'?

Um, no, just cereal.

- Good. There's more for me.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

Okay.

Everything else you want you have to get on your own.

I have to get ready.

You're leaving already?

- Yeah, I want to make the 9:00 A.M. meeting today.

You want me to give you a ride?

No, I'll take the bike.

I don't want to walk back.

- Oh. Okay.

Give me a beatbox.

Come on, it's too early.

Come on now.

- Genius son of ours, ain't he?

- Mm-hmm. Good genes.

See you later, Bud.

See you, dad.

Hey, Matthews.

What's that in your pants?

Your mom's still so high she can't even potty-train you?

- I've been sober for a year and two months.

On my way here,

I had to pass by my old stomping ground.

All the people I used to get high with are...

still there.

Still shooting up.

Mm-hmm.

I miss it...

Getting high.

That scares the living daylights out of me.

But you know, I mean, the second that I feel that,

the second I get tempted,

I just think about my husband

and my boy.

They're my world,

my love.

They're my high.

Mm-hmm.

- It helps me fight my temptations,

stay on the path.

Day by day.

That's right, girl.

Yeah, that's right.

- Get him. Come back here, chicken.

Get him!

Where you gonna go, Matthews?

He's going in the church.

- Hey! Hey, hey.

Can I help you?

Are y'all here for prayer meeting?

- No. Sorry.

We're leaving.

I think you're safe now,

but I'd wait a second before I leave.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Hey, William.

- Hey, Carl. How's it going?

Oh, the same old, same old.

What you got?

There.

And...

There.

Bills, bills, and more bills. - Sorry.

I do have something else for you,

but it's addressed to your house.

You want it? - Why not?

- All righty. You be good.

You take care.

do you play?

Not really.

- Oh, son, you either play or you don't play.

- Well, I do, but I don't have a piano like that.

- You ever played a real piano before?

No, sir.

You want to try'?

Come on up here.

Come on.

Play whatever you want.

- What was that you were just playing?

Just a little something

I was working on for worship service.

Here, you want to try?

All right.

Here you go.

Mm.

Mm-mm-mm.

Mrs. Declaire,

I think we're in the presence of an angel.

Hmm.

If there be any angels up in here,

how come they ain't helping me with these books?

I'm not gonna be long, babe.

- I don't know if I can manage without you.

'Cause the last time you left, I had--

- hey. Shh.

You stop that.

You've grown, babe.

- You're not the same person you were then.

Work the program.

Meetings every day.

You'll see.

Time will fly.

Okay.

Okay.

It will.

It will.

Our income's gonna suffer,

so you're gonna have to cut back some, okay?

[Door Creaks Open and Closes Softly]

What's going on?

Mom.

What's wrong with you?

Hey.

There's nothing wrong with your mom, Henry.

She's fine.

Then what's going on?

- I've been recalled to active duty, son.

I'm leaving...

For Afghanistan in a few weeks.

- How could they do this? This isn't fair.

You've already been to Iraq.

Henry.

I know this doesn't seem fair to you,

but this is my choice.

The money that I've been paid as a reservist

helped your mama get better.

It allowed me to put a down payment on this house

in this neighborhood.

Now it's my turn to keep my word.

You understand?

He'll be fine.

He'll be fine.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I'm not mad at you. I'm just--

I know.

It stinks big time.