The Last O.G.

I read that the male seahorse

actually gets pregnant and gives birth.

Just think about that.

One day, he's out in a coral reef

lookin' for some curly tail, thinking he's a man.

Next thing you know,

his boys are all talking about, "Let's go out!"

He's like, "Nah, I got knocked up, my dude,

but you could you bring me some algae?"

No, I respect the little sea horse

for being a great dad, but at the same time,

he's a punk for making us all look bad.

Um, Tray?

Do we need to have another convo

about you being on your phone at work?

I was just seeing what time it is.

Oh, okay. I'll tell you what time it is.

It's work time, and employees on cellphones

is against Grundle's policy, as you well know.

Okay, let me just... Let me...

Okay, phone away. Please and thank you.

Thanks.

Go ahead.

Give me a reason.

You the boss.

Yeah, hi, I'm in a little bit of a rush.

Can I get a half-caff, no foam,

mocha latte with sugar and an extra shot of espresso,

please, but split into two cups?

Aah!

Them kids look just like me, man.

No question.

You know, she can't keep you from seeing the kids.

That ain't right.

I lost custody of my kids last time I got arrested.

What'd you get arrested for?

Beating my kids.

Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Hey, what y'all in here talkin' about?

All the ways you up your lives?

Sounded like a long conversation.

Tray just found out he got kids,

but his ex won't let him see them.

Oh, Lord.

Another generation of fatherless children

being turned loose on the world.

The cycle continues.

I'm trying to be a part of their life,

but unfortunately, it's not up to me.

Yeah. I bet your pops said the same thing, huh?

That's why you a ex-convict

sitting in a halfway house right now.

Yo, that cycle shit is real.

I can track when my life went from run-of-the-mill up

to truly up when my old man left.

My pops took a job as a department-store Santa

just 'cause he didn't wanna spend Christmas with us.

Yep, yep. My pops was incarcerated, too,

and it was all downhill from there.

That's why I'm all, "Yo, absent fathers, B."

Wait a minute.

Y'all really think that y'all ended up in jail

'cause you didn't have a pops?

Nah, I ended up in jail 'cause my lawyer

was a bag of shit. He didn't object.

Anybody that watches "Law & Order" knows

you supposed to object.

This nigga didn't object not one time!

This is good, guys.

We are making progress here.

See, y'all are recognizing that you ain't shit

and that you ain't gonna be shit.

That's why you're doomed to a life of failure, man.

Without that father-son relationship,

you're always tryin' to feel love,

that father-size hole left in your convict hearts.

Okay. Come on, let's loosen it up a little bit.

Let's lighten up. How about a little prop comedy?

Anybody got some, uh, prop for me I can use?

Any prop I can... Uh, Barker, where you going?

You gonna miss this prop comedy?

Don't leave! I'll tell...

You gonna be on bathroom duty the rest of the week!

Damn dicklicker.

What the...

Damn. I thought you'd never get home.

Come and get some of these ice creams out of my hands.

This shit is drippin' all over the place.

What are you doing here, Tray?

Don't take this strawberry. That's my flavor.

Take the chocolate moose tracks.

- Moose tracks? - Moose tracks.

You know you like a little chocolate swirl

in your vanilla, Josh.

Oh, that's funny. That's... That's very funny.

- Mm-hmm. - Hey, listen, Tray. You need to leave.

You know you can't be here.

I'm just bringin' the kids some ice-cream cones, man.

Is that so wrong?

You really wanna keep ice cream from the kids?

What kind of man are you, Josh?

No, I'm trying to keep the kids away from you,

and they're not even here anyway.

It's the middle of the school day, so...

Me and you bumped heads,

but if you stay in your lane,

we gonna be all right.

Stay in my lane?

This is my lane. This is my house!

- How long you lived here? - You didn't...

- Nine years. - Mm-hmm?

- Nine? - Nine.

- Rented or homeowner? - Homeowner.

Mm-hmm.

Good neighborhood, right?

Uh, yeah. It's the best.

Yeah, you know this neighborhood used to be up?

- Thank you. - Good... Good public school?

No. Actually, no.

But it doesn't matter

'cause we send the kids to private school.

- Private school... - Yeah.

I hope it's a good private school.

Yeah, the Rothman School...

It's the best school in Brooklyn.

- Right, right. - It's very diverse.

It's got a good science program, which is important.

Right. Hold on to this one.

Dig on that. Dig on it.

- Yeah. I will. - Okay.

I wanna... I wanna thank you.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Yeah. - My man.

Great.

Oh, no.

No, Tray!

No, no, no!

Tray, come back here!

Tray!

Dr. Caruso is so stupid.

Doesn't she have a PhD

in, like, astrophysics or something?

Yeah, and she's stupid.

Um...

Is that...?

Oh... my God.

What do we do?

What do you think?

Hi, kids. I-I'm Tray Barker,

and this is my associate, Cousin Bobby,

and I'm a friend of your mom's.

And she told me to come walk you home.

Wait, no, no, no.

You're the guy from the art gallery.

Yeah, she told us to stay away from you.

You know why your moms told you that?

Because you're our biological father.

- You knew that already? - It's obvious.

She wouldn't let us talk to you.

She wouldn't let us ask any questions about you.

And you look just like Shahzad.

What?!

I don't look like that.

Nah, so, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yeah, same nose...

Yeah, you lookin' at your future, son.

It's pretty bleak.

Listen, your mom has created a boundary

that I'm gonna be very respectful of.

I'm gonna interpret that as like a two-foot safety area.

What makes you think

you can just have a relationship with us now?

Just walk with me. Give me a chance.

If we go with you,

then you have to answer every question we have.

But... Mom said...

Stop being such a bitch, Shahzad.

Yo! She's got you, son.

- Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. - Like stop...

Bobby. Not now.

I'll answer what I can.

Answer everything or no deal.

Ooh, little mama's a boss, son.

- Of course. That's my daughter. - Yeah, word.

No. No, no, no, no. Unh-unh.

None of that "daughter" shit. You need to earn that.

Listen, I want... I wanna earn it.

Let me... Let me take you kids on a truth safari.

Are we going, son?

We going?

Oh, shit, son. We going?!

We going on a truth safari, son?!

Yo. Pull up the skirt. Come on, son.

Come... Come on, baby.

This is what it's about.

We going back to the Mecca. Come on!

This is a bad idea.

"So, when you think of Myanmar,"

don't think of hateful, hard-line Buddhists

or the fourth 'Rambo' movie.