(Barking) Is that Allison's dog?
Yeah. Allison's dead.
And the dog just keeps barking.
(Barking continues)
Chip: Shut up!
Fxx presents it's always sunny in Philadelphia.
(Thunder rumbling, rain falling)
Ooh. Man, that was, like, one Mississippi that time.
Yeah, that storm's, like, right on top of us, huh?
Yeah. It's kind of cool, though.
I mean, I can't think of a better way to have a movie night
than in the middle of an electrical storm.
It's kind of cozy, right? Mm-hmm. Cool, right?
Why do we have to watch the wiz?
This movie sucks.
Well, it's old black man's night to pick the movie.
Yeah, but he's asleep. Yeah, but, like...
Why do a remake of the wizard of oz? I mean, the original
was a classic. Uh, don't you think it's fair, though,
that they get their version? You know,
I mean, it's very difficult
being a black person in America, you know?
So what? Doesn't mean i want to watch Orlando bloom
in boyz n the hood. Dee: Yeah, I don't want to see that.
Oh, yeah, if you flip it it's weird, man, yeah. I would see that.
I would see that.
I mean, look, this may be
a little bit touchy for me to say,
but, uh, you know, black people--
they have a lot more opportunities these days.
Well, we did have a black president before the orange one.
Yeah, but that doesn't mean there's not problems.
I mean, what about the whole,
like, black lives matter thing?
Uh, well, sure, no, good point.
But, I mean, I don't know why
it took 'em so long to realize
that their lives matter.
I mean, they-they've always mattered,
you know? But I would also say
that all lives matter, you know?
And while black people may not feel like it,
it's kind of tough out there right now for everybody.
I mean, really, our lives aren't all that different.
¶ ¶
(all grunting)
(Groans) Whoa. Oh...
What the hell happened? Did we get struck by lightning?
Uh, I think it came through the electric blankets.
Yeah, we got electrocuted. Holy shit.
Look at this-- the vcr's toast.
Uh, wait a sec...
Where's old black man?
Oh, my god. He's gone.
What the hell? What?
Uh...
Guys?
You're gonna want to see this.
What?
Well, that's interesting.
¶ ¶
what the hell is happening?
Why are we black people?
But only in our reflections.
This is insane.
Are we in a dream? Do we got, we got to, like,
pinch ourselves or something?
Why is it daylight outside?
How is this happening?
Forget how.
We're past that.
It is happening. It just is.
¶ Give me one good reason ¶
¶ whoa ¶
what are you doing? ¶ give me one good reason ¶
¶ why we're this way ¶
why are you doing this? ¶ I don't have a reason ¶
¶ whoa ¶
¶ I don't have a reason for a thing ¶
¶ that's happened today ¶
¶ I wonder why we're singing ¶
¶ every word that we say ¶
¶ I wonder if we're living out the wiz in some way ¶
uh, oh, well, no, it's not the wiz, because nobody
switches bodies in the wiz. Got to be something else.
I mean, I think we're experiencing something
a little more like... ¶ the hot chick, the change-up ¶
here I go.
¶ Vice versa, all of me ¶
¶ like father, like son ¶
¶ dating the enemy ¶
¶ a boy thing, a girl thing ¶
¶ 13 on 30 ¶
¶ detention ¶ ¶ face/off ¶
uh... Right. Oh, actually, no, face/off wouldn't work,
because that's a face-switching movie. Yeah, no,
guys, I think we found ourselves in a quantum leap.
Hmm? What the hell's a quantum leap?
Oh, a great show from the coke-fueled era
of '80s television where Scott bakula
would leap into other people's bodies,
but he didn't know it unless he saw his reflection.
¶ These are not good reasons ¶
¶ whoa ¶
¶ now I'm just confused and I don't know ¶
¶ what the hell to say. ¶
(music stops) Wow. Shit.
Yeah, I don't know what that was. That was super weird.
Okay, guys, I think I know what's happening here.
I think we're in the respite of a musical,
where people can get out the necessary information
that doesn't fit into rhyme form.
Clearly, yeah, that's what's happening. That's what's happening,
right? So let's talk fast be-before
another song starts. Okay, so... Okay, that's a good idea.
You know what the problem is? We don't know the rules.
And there's no way we're gonna figure this out
until we figure out what the rules are.
(Music starts playing) ¶ what are the rules? ¶
oh, Christ, I'm singing again.
¶ What are the rules? ¶
¶ when you've just turned black ¶
¶ and you can't switch back ¶
¶ well, you got to go ¶
¶ and find out the rules. ¶
wh... oh.
Oh. Oh, my. Yeah, yeah. Wow.
Holy shit, what have I done? Um, okay, look,
this is gonna keep happening, I think. Oh, god.
All right, so let's-let's figure this out, soon.
Let's split up, okay? Y-you two,
uh, go and try and find old black man. Mm...
I'm sorry-- old man. Just old man. Yeah. Yeah.
And, um, help him out, you know?
Do-do the quantum leap thing.
See that thing through, in case
it's that. And the three of us,
we'll go out and, um, we'll try
to do the freaky Friday thing--
try to figure out whose bodies we switched with.
But are they gonna look like us, though?
I don't know.
¶ What are the rules? ¶
¶ what are the rules? ¶
¶ when you just turned black ¶
¶ and you can't switch back ¶
¶ well, you got to go and find out the rules ¶
¶ I think we're in the wiz ¶
don't force the wiz thing.
Wait, where are my keys?
Where are my keys? You got 'em?
I can't...
Wait, what is this?
It's a wallet. I know it's a wallet, asshole.
I'm saying it's not my wallet.
Oh.
I appear to be a guy named Reggie Williams.
Oh, shit. Oh.
Yeah, this is an interesting new rule.
It seems that even though we have our own clothes,
we have access to the pockets of our reflections.
What movie is that from? I don't know that one.
My pockets are empty. Oh! Maybe the lesson
we're supposed to learn is that black people are broke. You're broke.
That's a good point. Yeah, yeah... Oh, shit, hang on a second.
This kid's got 25 bucks. Oh! Black people are rich.
That's the lesson. You know what, no, i think we're not
supposed to make wild assumptions about black people
based upon whether or not we have stuff in our pockets.
Yeah, that's... that's just... Don't make that assumption.
But I'll tell you what, you know what the first thing I need to do is?
Find Reggie Williams. Uh, no, actually, that's the second thing.
I got to cancel my credit card, 'cause this Reggie guy might have it, you know?
Oh, right, that's the lesson we have to learn:
That black people will ruin your credit.
No... what? Dude, you... you have to stop. And you have to stop.
I mean, what are you talk... I'm just trying to figure out what the lesson is.
We're never gonna zap back making these kind of... Well, hold on a second--
the thing I was saying was that i would cancel my credit card
no matter what race the guy was.
But you went right to it... All right, you know what,
okay, fine, let's just find the guy.
Look, how are we gonna get in your car without your keys?
Oh, I can get in, man. I've lost my keys before. You just
got to kind of rock the car a little bit. Wiggle it down?
And check the back door, actually, 'cause sometimes...
Sometimes that's unlocked. Back door.
Like a wire hanger or... Usually if I push it
a little bit, though... A coat hangar somewhere.
Just kind of slide the window down...
(Siren chirps)
(Indistinct police radio chatter)
Officer: Car 559, responding to robbery in progress. Shit.
Okay, look, it's all right, all right, calm down, calm down.
It's all good, it's all good.
You know, we can talk our way out of this.
We get out of this stuff all the time.
¶ Well, I think we just found out a new rule. ¶ (Siren chirps)
¶ ¶
this is the exact same place where I found old black man...
What. God, god, frank.
Oh, sorry, sorry. Old man...
Okay. ...In the first place.
You know what? This has got to be our mission.
I just feel it. We're just gonna find old man.
We're gonna find him a place to live.
Yeah, yeah. Like, we'll stick him
in a nursing home or something.
You can afford that, right?
Right, right. And then... Yeah.
When we turn white again, I'll stop paying the checks.
Oh, stop! Don't-don't say that out loud.
Just-- I feel like whoever zapped us here
is probably listening.
Who's that? Who zapped us?
I don't know, Ziggy? They don...
They never really clarified on quantum leap.
They just, they just accepted it.
What? You mean nobody ever went after the guy for revenge?
Can you just move past it like they did?
Okay. Let's go find your guy.
All right, all right, but let me do the talking,
because, you know, guys like z, they don't like strangers.
Yeah, but you're not you.
Oh, right.
Um, okay. Well, I got an idea
of how we can ingratiate ourselves to them.
¶ Let's make one thing perfectly clear ¶
¶ I'm gonna say some words down here ¶
¶ I haven't had the chance to say before ¶
where are you going with this, frank?
¶ I'm gonna say "homie" ¶
oh, come on.
¶ I'm gonna say "bro" ¶
are you serious?
¶ I'm gonna say "my man" ¶
well, not you're just stereotyping.
¶ I'm gonna say "fo' sho'" ¶
okay.
¶ I'm gonna say the "n" word. ¶
no, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
Why? Why? Thank you. No.
No, we're not saying that.
Absolutely not. Why? I'm black now.
It's probably the only chance i got to say it.
Why are you looking for a chance to say it?
Well, a lot of black guys say it.
Why-why-why should they get a pass?
It's just not the same, okay?
¶ You're not one of them ¶
¶ don't say them ¶
¶ no, that's not what I mean ¶
¶ what do you mean? ¶
¶ you're not one of us ¶
¶ that's just confusing ¶
¶ now I'm getting lost ¶
¶ we'll say "n" together ¶
¶ not saying the "n" word ¶
¶ we'll leave off the "e-r" ¶
¶ not saying it that way ¶
¶ and that is the end ¶
¶ on saying the "n" word. ¶
(gasps) What's up, my niggas?
Oh, well. (Grunts)
What are the rules?
There you go. Hey, see?
You know what it is? Yeah.
I, uh, I'm black.
Uh... too. Uh...
I'm, uh, I'm black and I, I'm a friend of frank's.
Right, right, right. And, uh...
And I was looking for... Okay.
A man, uh, you know, that frank came
and brought to Dee's apartment to, uh,
sleep with a bunch of other people, and I...
I don't, I don't know how to describe him.
He's, uh, old, and, uh, um...
And he's... And, uh...
He's, uh, about... This tall; He has...
Man, you talking about old black man.
He right over there laying.
Dee: How much does this guy sleep? Is he a cat?
All aboard. Chug-a-chug-a-toot-toot.
You really like that train, huh?
Can you put it down for a sec, so we can talk?
Well, I'm, I'm still playing with it, though.
Okay.
Listen, I'm a social worker,
and I have some questions.
Now, are those older guys your friends?
Oh, yeah. That's my gang.
Wait.
Y-you're in a gang?
Oh, not like a gang-gang, like a...
Oh, right-- this must sound weird.
All right, how can i explain this? Um...
¶ Well, we hang in a bar ¶
¶ where I like to clean the toilets ¶
¶ and I also kill the rats and get tanked ¶
¶ and I live in a walk-up ¶
¶ in some section eight housing ¶
¶ where I sleep with a man named frank ¶ you sleep with him?
¶ Unless he brings home a hooker ¶
¶ then I sleep in the closet ¶
¶ excuse me, can I make this train fly? ¶
um, sure. (Imitating airplane)
Is frank your father?
¶ No, he's just some guy ¶
¶ that banged my mother ¶
¶ like this guy and the other ¶
¶ she's a hooker and it's sad ¶
¶ but I don't feel all that bad ¶
¶ guess I'm just another black kid ¶
¶ who doesn't know his dad. ¶
guess we got that in common, huh, kid?
Oh, unless he knows his dad.
Oh, shoot. That was racist.
(Mimics airplane)
(Mimics fighter plane shooting)
This is bullshit, man.
Th-this is total discrimination.
Well, we were breaking into a car that wasn't ours.
But, dude, I think we've got bigger problems on our hands.
What if we have priors? I do have priors.
Oh, I have priors, too.
I-i didn't mean us, i meant them.
Dude. That could be...
He probably does have priors.
You prob... Yeah.
Oh, no, see. No. Let's not do that.
Let's not go there, man.
¶ Let's not draw conclusions ¶
¶ they're only just illusions ¶
¶ never, ever, ever just assume ¶
right.
¶ The road is always two ways ¶
¶ and assumptions make bad through-ways ¶
¶ let's open our hearts for much more room ¶
yes.
¶ Like maybe I'm a doctor ¶
¶ maybe it's just that ¶
¶ or maybe I'm a French chef ¶
¶ and that's why you're so fat ¶
¶ maybe you're a fireman ¶
¶ saving people's lives ¶
both: ¶ maybe we're just good men ¶
¶ with houses, kids and wives ¶
¶ let's draw good conclusions ¶
¶ let's make a better guess ¶
¶ let's hope we learned our lesson ¶
both: ¶ and just pray for the best. ¶
well, reverend, I see that you and the Deacon are praying.
I apologize about any inconvenience
and just want to thank you again
for all the work your parish has done
with the police athletic league.
Both: We're church blacks!
(Both laugh)
Church people.
Yeah. Church-- we're just church people.
The fact that we're black is irrelevant.
Has nothing to... (Clears throat)
Will you look at this place, old man?
You will not have to be living with that Dee person anymore.
So it's kind of a win-win for everybody in this situation.
Carl. Ruth.
Where have you been?
Looking for you.
Children, did you find him?
Yes. Yes... children?
We're their kids!
Holy shit! Oh, shit.
We reunited them. We did.
That was our mission. We did it!
Oh! Oh, god, yes.
Hey. What's all the hubbub about over there?
(Gasping): Oh, shit.
Oh, what?
That's Scott bakula from quantum leap.
Frank: I thought you said
blacula, like a black vampire.
Hey. So we were right?
Wait a minute, are you here helping somebody?
Are you leaping?
Oh, my god.
The show-- I can't get away from it.
Look, that was just a TV character.
I'm an actor.
Why do you got a mop? Researching a role.
So...
You didn't get a piece of the show?
Your residuals ran out. I'm sorry.
I've been working constantly for 30 years, okay?
All right. Okay, yeah.
So... Well, anyway, we just
reunited a family, and we're gonna, yeah.
We're gonna leap. We're gonna leap now.
Frank: Yeah, right now.
Ziggy, now!
It's not working. How do you do it?
How'd you do it on the show? Tell us how to do it.
Okay, just get out, okay? Hmm?
Get out. Everybody, everybody get out. Frank: Wait.
Fine. Fine, Scott.
But listen to me.
Don't steal our leap.
Yeah. Don't steal our leap.
¶ How did they know ¶
¶ that my wife took it all? ¶
¶ and I'm not researching roles ¶
¶ how did they know? ¶
¶ Ziggy, if you hear me ¶
¶ take me far, far from here ¶
¶ let me leap to '89 ¶
¶ that was a better year ¶
¶ I miss my old Camaro ¶
¶ and my mansion in Van nuys ¶
¶ wish I still hung with Nash Bridges ¶
¶ played poker with the fall guy ¶
¶ oh, Ziggy, can you see ¶
¶ my tears? ¶
¶ Ziggy! ¶
¶ leave me far... ¶
¶ far from here. ¶
man: Hey, Hollywood.
Why don't you leap on up to the third floor.
Somebody shit all over the dining hall.
Okay, boss.
¶ ¶
dude, can I admit something to you?
I feel like that's the nicest the police have ever treated me.
Well, maybe that's the lesson that we have to learn.
That if you're an upstanding member of society,
then the police will treat you with respect.
Hmm. Although I still do suspect that we were arrested
due to racial profiling. Aw, I don't think so, dude.
No? I think it's still, i think it's still unclear.
¶ What are the rules? ¶
ugh. Here we go with this.
¶ What are the rules? ¶
¶ when your race has changed ¶
¶ life can be real strange ¶
¶ when you're trying to figure out all the rules ¶
hey, guys. Oh, hey. Hey.
Well, we're not in a quantum leap. What happened?
We reunited old black... Old man with his wife.
Nothing happened. Yeah, we ran into blacula.
Bakula. Bakula.
Scott bakula, the actor? Yeah, I think
he's trying to steal our leap. Yeah, he might be.
Mm-hmm. This doesn't make any sense.
See, we're not in a classic body-switching movie, either,
because we've been learning lessons left and right,
and we're still not changing back. Really? Huh.
¶ Oh! What are the rules? ¶
¶ what are the rules? ¶
¶ when you've kept your brain ¶
¶ but the world's insane ¶
¶ how the hell you gonna find out the rules? ¶
well, guys, maybe we didn't keep our brains after all,
like the scarecrow in the wiz.
I grabbed Dee's vcr, 'cause I'm thinking
maybe if we get this thing fixed, we can get shocked again
while watching the wiz, and that'll send us back.
Oh, my god! Charlie! I can't believe I didn't think of this.
Do you guys remember that electronics store
on market street? The wiz?
It's called the wiz! Yes!
Maybe we got to bring the vcr there.
Guys, I think we really are in the wiz.
You called it, man, yeah. I don't know, I don't know.
We can't be sure, but, uh...
At this point it does feel like the path of least resistance.
It's the only thing we haven't tried.
Yeah, right?
¶ What are the rules? ¶
¶ of being black in America ¶
¶ what are the rules? ¶
¶ of leaping from your body ¶
¶ what are the rules? ¶ ¶ who can say the "n" word? ¶
¶ what are the rules? ¶
¶ I really wanna say the "n" word ¶
¶ what are the rules? ¶
¶ ¶
oh, shit, there it is! The wiz!
We can't do that dance anymore.
That was exhausting. It's closed!
Hey, open up! We need your help! Open the door!
Back up. Here he comes. Ah.
What do you want? We're closed.
We're to see the wiz. Yeah, we really got to talk to him.
There's no wiz. It's just the name of the damn store.
Oh, yeah? Oh. Well, all right, man,
well, can you just fix this vcr for us, please? Yeah.
Go away. Come back when we're open.
Wait-wait-wait. Just-just hear us out.
¶ Excuse me ¶
¶ ooh... ¶ ¶ my kind brother ¶
¶ ah... ¶
¶ but can you lend a hand? ¶
¶ ooh... ¶
¶ ah... ¶
¶ we really are in trouble ¶
¶ ooh... ¶
¶ ah... ¶
(high-pitched): ¶ we really need a friend ¶
¶ ooh, ooh ¶
¶ ah... ¶
¶ we're trapped inside these bodies ¶
¶ trapped inside, we're trapped inside ¶
¶ ooh... ¶
¶ it's so hard to understand! ¶
¶ ooh... ¶ ¶ but if you look inside ¶
¶ our souls, sir ¶
¶ ah... ¶
¶ you'll see that we're white men. ¶
(chuckles): Oh. Oh. Oh, I see.
Yes! I see it now.
Let me fix your vcr.
(Excited chatter) Yeah! Oh, great!
Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you.
That's a nice white man.
And the song helped.
Frank: Yeah, it worked. 911?
I'd like to report a disturbance.
Charlie: He's definitely calling the cops.
(All talking at once)
That racist bastard! Hey, you know what happened,
is we intimidated him 'cause we're black.
Oh, my god. No. You know why he's calling the cops?
He's calling the cops 'cause he thinks we're insane people.
We were singing and talking about switching bodies and shit.
What are the rules?
Whoa-whoa-whoa. Ugh, I'm sick of that one.
I don't want to have to sing that song again.
All right? That being said, it is difficult to decipher
when exactly we're being discriminated against. Yeah.
Well, look, look, look.
¶ Maybe that's the lesson here ¶
¶ things are not always that clear ¶
that's definitely true. They're not.
¶ We have a lot in common ¶
¶ but too much of it ¶
¶ is fear ¶
(siren chirps) You're right.
Right. That's right.
¶ So here come those police again ¶
Dennis: Shit.
¶ But let me talk, 'cause they're my friends ¶
¶ they like me ¶
¶ they gave me this train. ¶
he's got a gun!
(Overlapping shouting)
Oh, god! They shot Charlie!
Cop: Freeze! Get on the ground!
¶ We just learned our lesson ¶
¶ aah-aah, yeah! ¶
¶ a horrible lesson ¶
¶ aah, yeah! ¶
¶ we just learned our lesson ¶
¶ and we wanna go home ¶
¶ our home ¶ ¶ white home ¶
¶ just say home, we really ¶
¶ really wanna go home ¶
¶ let's click our heels together ¶
Charlie: ¶ whoa, yeah ¶
¶ and pray we leave forever ¶
¶ oh, yeah ¶
¶ we just learned our lesson and we wanna go home ¶
¶ our home ¶ ¶ white home ¶
¶ just say home! ¶ ¶ we really, really ¶
¶ wanna go home ¶
¶ o...Ver the rainbow! ¶
¶ I wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna go home ¶
¶ I wanna go home ¶ ¶ I wanna, wanna, wanna go home ¶
¶ I wanna go home ¶ ¶ I wanna, wanna, wanna go home. ¶
all (Distorted, echoing): Go home! Go home! Go home!
Wake up! Hey, go home! Go home.
Go home! Wake up! (Clapping)
Go home. It's morning. You know the routine.
Go home. Or wherever the hell it is you go during the day.
I had the craziest dream.
You were there. You were there. You all were singing.
All right, well, that's great. We don't give a shit,
'cause we don't like hearing about people's dreams.
Yeah, let's go, chop-chop. Come on.
Does this mean you didn't learn your lesson?
What in the hell is he talking about?
Learn a lesson from your dream?
How would that work?
Yeah, the only thing we learned is
that you have terrible taste in movies.
Yeah. Let's go. Come on. We'll see you later tonight.
Yeah. We'll see you, pal.
Hit the road. Do your day thing. Do your day thing.
He wants me to learn a lesson from his dream.
¶ We got to have peace ¶
¶ to keep the world alive ¶
¶ and war to cease... ¶
oh, boy.
What are the rules?
¶ We got to have joy ¶
¶ true in our hearts with strength we can't destroy ¶
¶ people, hear us ¶
¶ through our voice, the world knows there's no choice ¶
¶ we're begging, save the children ¶
¶ the little ones who just don't understand ¶
¶ give them a chance ¶
¶ to breed their young and help purify... ¶
(trio chanting backwards)
Captioned by media access group at wgbh
look, as we all know, everything is about emotion with women.
Right, Dee? What?
Oh, my god! Whoa! Whoa.
All right, Dee. Relax.
We're trying to have a rational conversation.
Sunny. All new.
Wednesdays at 10:00. Only on fxx.
(Whirring)
Announcer: Man seeking woman.
All new, wednesdays at 10:30.
Only on fxx.
I am a very dangerous man
to know.
Chip? Do you know where the remote is?
-Let me look for it. -No, that's my foot massage thing.
-What's this? -Oh, that's mine.
-Here it is. I got it. -Got it?
-Yeah. -Oh, this is the garage door opener, isn't it?
-(Garage door whirs) -Where's my hand?
-(Jingling) -Chimes.
Stop. Mom!
I can't-- oh, something is underneath me. Mom, I'm underneath you!
Announcer: Baskets. All new Thursdays at 10:00.
Starts January 19 on fx.
Man: So, is he crazy?
Man #2: He believes he's mentally ill.
But at the same time, part of him knows...
The power's real.
(Water splashing)