At the Devil's Door (2014) - full transcript

- Previously on Empire...

- What is that?

I wouldn't be able to handle

if you lost this election

because of me.

- Whoa...

- No. I think you should go.

I'm gonna put myself out there,

in solidarity,

alongside Ms. Lyon

and women everywhere.

I love you, Angelo.

What about Freda Gatz?

I heard she out.

I hear she's dope.

Freda's the one, Shine.

She's all yours.

You know, her father was

locked up with Lucious

and Frank Gathers.

He got killed up there.

The whole concept of the album,

it's about my family, the secrets.

I'm-a set us all free.

Jamal, wake up.

I think Jamal O.D.'d.

Tiana, why is it like pulling teeth

every time I talk to you, hmm?

Just get to the damn studio,

girl, okay?

Look, I have not had

my morning coffee yet.

I'm not trying to have

this argument with you...

This bitch hung up on me?

What's up?

Aw, you look agitated.

Let me tell you what you're thinking.

You're thinking, "Oh, didn't I

just break up with this fool?

Why is he at my door?

Oh, but he's got

my favorite mocha latte.

Maybe I should..."

Uh, Angelo,

when I'm agitated, the last

thing you need to be doing

is telling me why I'm agitated, okay?

Look, I have a record to produce,

and I have an artist who's

acting like a two-year-old.

Get your punk ass in the studio.

So thank you for the latte.

Now, why are you here?

Snatch your weave, I can...

I got your text.

I'm glad you enjoyed

the press conference.

Okay. Can I get my...?

Come here.

I know you know how I feel about you.

And I think I know

how you feel about me.

So I need to know,

are you in or are you out?

N-Now, wait...

Did you just give me an ultimatum?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Mmm. Hold up. Wait.

So does this mean you're in?

I think this means you're in.

Donkey of the Day today goes

to one of Lucious Lyon's

khaki-colored kids, Jamal Lyon.

Here's a guy born into music royalty,

and then he bitched up

after he got shot. Damn.

I blame your daddy.

It's hard for me to believe

that Lucious could raise such

a soft-ass individual. You know

he's a donkey,

but he's more like a turkey.

He's Donkey of the Day,

but he's Turkey of the Year.

T-T-Turkey of the Year.

Okay, so what is this for?

Bring me in on a Saturday

to, what, attack me?

No. Everything that Charlamagne

is saying is true,

and it's time

we do something about that.

Where's Mom?

Where's your mama?

She's in charge of music;

this is business.

And right now your stats

are dropping on Empire XStream,

so we need to have a little

conversation about this, son.

I wish that you

literally did not even

buy this-this streaming service,

because, ever since you did,

it kills all creativity.

It's all about numbers now.

It's always been about numbers.

And right now you ain't puttin'

none up. I'm over here lookin'

at the money that you're

burnin' through to record

this so-called new music of

yours that ain't nobody heard.

- That's numbers, too, Mal.

- Oh, no,

I-I actually heard a lot of

the tracks, and they're lit.

Okay, where they at? A-And

what in the hell is this?

Um, a visual team? You shootin' a video

and you ain't even finished

the damn record yet?

It's not a video. It's a visual...

I-It's like a musical museum.

Um, are you kidding me?

I have the chance right now

to possibly do something

that could change the game.

But if y'all just keep on

killing me with stats,

- it's not gonna happen.

- No, the only person

that's killing you right now,

Mal, is you.

'Cause the one thing that ain't

changed in the music business

is artists

that don't perform, they die.

He's right, Jamal. If you don't...

I'm so sorry, Steve.

I'm-I'm not trying to be rude,

but you are in PR.

And my father clearly stated

that this is a business meeting.

So I guess maybe he just needed

a whole bunch of extra bodies

or something. I don't know.

But if you are done

now talking business,

Lucious, then I'm cool.

Look, the numbers are right

where we want them, okay?

So just sit tight,

let me take care of it.

- I always do, all right?

- Sounds good, Dre.

Yeah, let me look over

the numbers and then

I'll just give you a...

Um, let me call you back.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

- Hello.

- Hello.

What's that face for?

I have an invitation for you

and also a warning.

- Okay.

- The invitation:

tomorrow night, it'll be six years

since my brother Stone died.

Every year we have a memorial

for him up by the first building

he and Shine ever bought.

All of our people turn up.

We sing and we party and we family.

And I would like it if you came.

Of course.

Now for the warning:

Shine kind of wants to kill you.

You and your father sold me

a damn bill of goods

with this Freda Gatz mess.

I told her Lucious

signed her to my label.

Guess what she told me:

that if I ever believed a Lyon,

then I've been played.

She's never gonna record

for Empire again.

I know I didn't spare

your punk-ass life

just to be played.

Look, I had no idea that

Freda felt that way, okay?

- I'll fix it.

- How?

What if I get her to come

to your party tomorrow night?

- That's for family.

- Exactly.

I think it's a great idea,

Shine, and I think you

need to bring Freda.

There you go.

Why aren't you

taking this seriously, man?

Drugs are a big deal.

Dude, you need to relax.

He was passed out, not dead.

Yeah, this time. That doesn't make

it okay for you to feed him drugs.

I'm not some dope boy getting

some white girl hooked on crack.

I'm a producer.

I take the same pills as Jamal.

Hell, everyone does.

Are you that ignorant?

"Everyone does it" is not

an excuse when you got a sit...

Wait, wait, wait. You know what,

let me tell you something...

Stop. Hey.

We're not doing that.

You're right. We're not doing that.

Hey.

Now, look, studio time is booked

and I sent you those stems

and you still haven't worked on them.

I got you.

That's the stuff

I was telling you about.

It's a little less harsh than

what the doctor's giving you.

I don't want a repeat

of the other night, all right?

Look, I know that we need to

talk about what happened, okay?

But I can't right now. My

mama's on the way up. So later.

- You haven't told her what happened...

- I said later.

That means later.

Y'all need to back up

off me for a second.

Hey, Ma.

Hey.

Look at my ho'ish baby.

Got two grown men sprung.

First of all, I'm not ho'in'.

- Mmm.

- U-Unfortunately.

Look, D-Major is my producer,

and Philip is just my

therapist. That's it.

Look, boy, I got 15 minutes.

- Let me hear this new music.

- A'ight.

I got to meet

Angelo's stuck-up mama.

You're meeting his mama already?

I think she just want

to check out my black ass.

You mean your naked selfie black ass?

Don't be fresh.

- Ow!

- Now, come on, boy.

Let me hear this.

This is a song for you.

- Randy, we good, man. Thank you.

- Mm-hmm. What is all this?

Look, first of all,

you're not just hearin' it,

you're not just listening to it.

You're seeing it.

You're supposed to live it.

Okay, is that what all

of this is about?

That's what all this is. Sit down. Mm.

Oh, my God, that's me.

That's Candace.

That's Carol...

- ♪ Listen, Mama... ♪

- Where'd you get these, Jamal?

Aunt Carol gave me a whole bunch

of home videos.

♪ "Strong" would be

an understatement ♪

♪ "Warrior" would... ♪

Oh. This-this... sound,

it's-it's on a whole new

- level for you.

- Yeah?

- Yes.

- Yeah?

♪ But you're giving,

you're so special ♪

Oh, I remember that.

♪ It's time to let you know ♪

♪ There's nothing more precious

in this whole world ♪

♪ Than the one I love so much,

my favorite girl ♪

♪ Mama, oh, Mama ♪

♪ Oh, Mama, oh, Mama ♪

♪ For everything

you've been through ♪

♪ There's nothing

that I won't do for you ♪

♪ Mama, oh, Mama, oh, Mama ♪

♪ See, you deserve

the best of what ♪

♪ This world can offer you ♪

Your dad seems so cool.

No, no, no. No, no. Stop!

Stop it! Jamal, shut this down.

- Shut it down.

- Wait...

No, shut it down!

Mom, what is wrong?

You-you can't...

you can't use those videos.

You had no right

digging that stuff up.

Mom, you and-and Dad

and the whole...

- I c... No, I got to go!

- Mom... just wait...

And don't use those videos, Jamal!

I'm gonna be late for Angelo's mama.

Damn!

How you doing?

I haven't seen your mother yet, dear.

Ooh.

She's about to make her entrance.

Everyone knows

that I dislike artifice,

so I'm going

to thank you all in advance

for your very generous

contributions to Angelo's

mayoral campaign.

Please fill out the cards,

place them in the little velvet

bags being passed around

by my staff, and enjoy

the champagne et canapès mes amis.

Well done, Mother.

So, where is Cookie Lyon?

Mmm.

Um, I don't know.

Let's give her... a few more minutes.

You don't know?

I don't. Mother.

Am I to understand that I am

being stood up by this woman?

Mm...

After what the whole

world saw sagging

in that pitiful little naked photo?

This was to be our

statement to our people

that she's not that kind of person.

- I realize that.

- Mmm.

This will never do, child.

Boy, I'm telling you,

these packs are like

84% human.

All you got to do is take 'em

to my homegirl down in Bed-Stuy,

she will have

your dreads flowin', okay?

Like, down-your-back flowin'.

- Down my back?

- Yeah.

Uh, now give me a

second so I can talk

- to my nephew, please.

- Hey, Aunt Carol.

- Hi, baby.

- Hot damn, Jamal Lyon!

- Hey.

- What's going on, brother?

This your nephew?

- Yes, it is.

- Goddamn. Can I take a picture?

Okay, wait, wait. No.

Why don't you go get the Malaysian hair

down on aisle nine?

- Man, I'm a big...

- Come on, go ahead.

- Thank you, man.

- They got the pink and the yellow.

- Man, I'm a fan, man.

- Yo, I appreciate you.

The purple, too. Okay, okay.

And what you bring me?

Okay, who is this? How you doing?

Hi. I'm Auntie Carol.

Yeah, Aunt Carol...

Ah, he's so cute, okay.

Hey, this is Philip, Aunt Carol.

- He's my, um...

- Mmm, mmm!

Never mind, but

you aired me out

with those videos, Aunt Carol.

All right, what's going on?

Oh, man.

Nephew, they're basically

the tea of all teas.

It's the reason why me, Cookie

and Candace be at it so much.

Well, look, I'm trying

to launch my entire album

based on that one song,

so, please.

Why did my mom freak out like that?

What album?

We been waiting on your ass

since that gay,

bald-headed chick

shot you at the ASAs.

♪ God forbidding

what's forgiven ♪

♪ This life we living

vibe high never lie ♪

- Bye.

- ♪ Try breeze through ♪

♪ Right by look at me

like the bad guy... ♪

I just never seen her like that.

You know? So I get that it's bad,

but I need to know.

I was hoping

she was gonna come clean.

If I tell you, you know

she gonna fight me,

- and that bitch can go.

- I get it, Aunt Carol.

It goes all the way back to when

Cookie first met Lucious.

Lucious.

Hey, look, uh...

Oh, boy.

Can I have a minute with my man?

You sure he's your man?

Ooh!

Mm-mm.

Go fetch.

Little cheap-ass bag.

- Come on, Olive Oil. You, too.

- Oh.

Look, please don't make me

say sorry more than once.

Well, let me hear you say it

for a first time,

before I make any decisions.

I just did. Oh, and that's

not cutting it, Cookie.

This was a big deal.

I know.

And don't talk over me.

Now, music is to your family

what politics is to mine,

and I respect that.

But you disrespected my mother.

It's not cool.

Okay. I'm sorry.

See? I said it again.

Look, something came up.

Jamal found these old videos, and...

I can't really...

explain it... right now.

The memories...

It's-it's just... My father,

th-those images.

I chose Lucious,

and I should have

chosen someone like you.

All right.

Why'd you keep me out so late?

I broke my curfew.

Like you wanted to leave.

Come here, give me a kiss.

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, I got to go.

I'm sorry, Dad. The girls...

they kept me out longer

- than I thought.

- No.

I can't do this no more.

You got to go.

- Dad.

- You got to go.

Dad. No, please.

No, I'm sorry. I...

Guns and drug money?

I know that's his.

I know this is Lucious!

Dad, look, I'm sorry. I just...

Look, I promise I won't...

I won't see him again.

Baby girl, as much as it's killing me,

you got to go.

I got two other girls to think of.

- I ain't got time for this.

- Dad, I'm sorry.

Please, Dad.

I can't let that boy ruin them

like he ruined you.

Damn, Loretha!

Dad, I'm sorry.

Dad. Dad, please!

Daddy.

Dad.

Dad, please.

Can I please just make it up to you?

Can I just take your mother

and you out to dinner?

Um, where does she like to go?

Where's her favorite restaurant?

Is it here?

What does she like to eat?

- I'll have the staff make it.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

- Please.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Um...

- Dinner here.

- Okay.

With your boys, all right?

I'll pick the menu.

Yeah, my mother's

big on family, so...

she'll probably like your

sons, especially Andre.

She went to Penn.

- So, yeah.

- Oh. I didn't know that.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, consider it done.

Done.

You gonna sing

whatever you were singing

to them cheap bitches you was

talking to, grinning all...

all up in their faces?

- They were here on time, so...

- Whatever.

You know I'm crazy.

Come here.

That's not how you hold her.

Give me. I know, baby.

Your daddy's stupid.

And I shouldn't have to beg

y'all to go to dinner.

You haven't begged us.

You yelled at us.

- 'Cause y'all keep bickering.

- 'Cause he took my girl!

And now you're taking my daughter?

Hakeem, you don't want

to dig that up, man.

Hey! Hey! Look. Shut up!

I don't ask for much.

Yes, you do. Have you met you?

I'll be there.

When is it?

Tomorrow night,

8:00 p.m. sharp.

- Tomorrow night?

- Yup.

- I can't make it.

- Uh-uh, uh-uh!

Andre, I need you!

Okay? Now I never

ask you for nothing.

Please.

I'm sorry I reacted the way I did.

You know I didn't

do that to hurt you.

I know. It's just...

It brought up a lot of heavy stuff.

Stuff I thought I buried.

That's all we do is bury stuff.

This family and its secrets.

Ma, we can't do what Dad did

with Andre and Grandma.

You can talk to me.

If you love me,

you ain't got to lie to me.

Stop. Stop right here.

Daddy. Daddy.

Please, please, wake up. Dad!

- Dad, wake up...

- Candace!

Candace?! Candace, what happened?!

- Daddy had a heart attack.

- What happened?

We're gonna go with them

to the hospital.

- Okay, come on. Come on!

- No.

We are going with them

to the hospital.

You stressed Daddy out enough.

Go be with Lucious.

That's who you want to be with

anyways, right?

Dad...

Daddy died that night.

It was three days

since he kicked me out.

Me and your father were

holed up in a motel somewhere.

A neighbor had to come get me.

Candace blamed me, and she was right.

My daddy was my life...

until I met that boy.

- Mom...

- And after that,

we were all each other had.

Your father and I...

we-we practically

raised each other. I mean,

hustling and surviving together

in the streets.

I don't know what to say.

That's why all roads lead to Lucious.

For Carol, for Candace,

for all of us.

If you need to use those videos

because they inspire you,

I will let you do that, Jamal,

but I can't watch that mess.

I hear you.

So you gonna show up for me tomorrow,

help me get my new man's mama in line?

Look, if it helps you

get over Lucious, I'm there.

- I'm already over his ass.

- Good.

Might even gonna sit

in-between Hakeem and Andre.

Better wear a helmet.

- Put Nessa there.

- Ooh!

Okay, teach me how to be

a society bitch, Candace.

You only got one night,

so there's only so much I can do.

Damn, you act like I ain't got

no kind of home training.

Come on, it ain't all that.

So fake ass. You know

you ain't nothing but an Oreo.

When you gonna...?

Do you want my help or not?

All right.

- Let's start with the placement.

- The what?

That's French

for the little white card

that tells you where to sit.

Girl, forget those cards!

I need you to observe however I move,

I need to learn how to conversate.

You know, like, just

watch my mannerisms.

What do I say to this bougie bitch?

Like, I mean, I shouldn't call

her a bitch. That's his mama.

It's "converse," and don't

talk with your mouth full.

With Angelo's mother being

one of those old-school,

minority, sorority chicks,

you're gonna have

to really come correct.

How you know she in a sorority?

I looked her up online.

She's in the same one

as Coretta Scott King,

Maya Angelou and Rosa Parks.

So if you get stuck for something say,

start quoting one of them.

But I don't know what they be saying.

I take solace in something

Maya Angelou once said.

"We cannot repair what we cannot see.

Our souls contain our destiny."

Wait, didn't Beyoncè

say something like that?

Maybe, but it sounds

like something Maya could have said,

so you're gonna have

to "Melania Trump"

- the hell out of this situation.

- Ah! No, you didn't!

Yes, snatch from the best,

'cause let me tell you,

you can't tell me

she didn't copy off of Michelle.

Oh, bitch took every line,

all of it, the whole damn thing...

Ladies,

ladies, ladies, surprise, surprise.

I have a feeling it's not.

What are you doing here, Lucious?

Well, my boy Giuseppe's just

showing me around the spot.

You know, Big Mike is

getting out of the joint

tomorrow night,

so we decided to throw

a nice little celebratory party,

take over the rest

of the establishment.

I hope their rowdy asses

ain't too much for

Angelo's highfalutin mama.

As soon as I say the name

Lyon, the place is miraculously

booked tomorrow night.

Le... Le Cirque has the patio open.

Patio? I am not trying

to sit and dig gnats

out of my teeth all night.

No. Hang up.

It's over.

We'll never find a place in time.

Lucious has eyes, ears

and tentacles everywhere.

I'm just gonna call Angelo

and tell him it's over.

Tell him his mama was right about me.

Maybe I'm not about that life.

If his mama was right,

was our daddy wrong?

Cookie gon' be a star.

Cookie gon' marry a president.

Cookie gon' be president.

Come on, do this for Daddy.

Loretha, we had plans.

Howard. Maybe medical school.

I have an idea.

What?

You should do the dinner here.

Mm-hmm.

I practically have penises

hanging on the walls.

That's not how you hold your baby.

You don't hold her in a headlock.

You got to hold her with her head

close to your chest so she

can hear your heartbeat.

Mom said that's how you hold a baby.

Your mama's country.

She ain't held a baby

since your were a baby.

Look, um, you're gonna

have to watch Bella

for a couple hours for me tonight.

What? Me and Bella alone?

You got this. Look, I have no idea

where Anika went to, but I

know you can handle the baby

even though your mama

think you still a boy.

I'm supposed to go to Mom's tonight.

You'll get there.

Run into a tight spot,

just... yell for Juanita.

Yeah, I got to go finish getting ready.

We got this.

Okay, guys, when y'all done

rolling that up, make sure y'all

take it in there somewhere.

Be careful with that.

Where they going

with my leopard chairs?

To storage. Diana Dubois

is on the board of PETA.

People for the Ethical

Treatment of Animals?

Yeah, well, I know what the hell

it means. You better go back there

and get those fur coats from

out of there, 'cause she gonna

snatch her own edges out

when she find those.

Porsha, we need some

more silk pillows.

Alexa, will you add yellow silk

pillows to my shopping cart.

Nice ones.

Sure, yellow silk pillows

are now in your cart.

Can you ask Alexa

to get the dumbasses

back up here?

They hung my picture wrong.

Hey, guys, come on back, 'cause

it's not right, it's crooked,

and she don't like it like that.

Okay, three forks?

What you need

- the third one for?

- Jackie O had three.

Michelle O had three.

Cookie Holloway Lyon Dubois...

shall have three.

Okay, whatever.

Uh, Porsha, come back here

and help me.

Alexa, can you help me

find a new job?

Little girl, you got to chill.

Where the hell'd they go?

Here, you take her.

Mm-mmm. I'm good. I possess

none of those skills.

Look, look, you could...

you could call Shine.

What? He raised Nessa,

didn't he?

Why you such

a no-good-idea-having fool?

But you giving me a good idea.

I'm-a call Jamal.

He did have a baby for, like,

- two seconds.

- See? You see how that work? I'm-a...

I'm-a go to the kitchen.

You need something?

- Breast milk.

- All right. I got you.

You're special, Loretha.

You're the one.

You put too much on me, Dad.

I put everything on you.

You got this, Cookie.

- Hey!

- Hey, Ma.

I'm not late, am I? I'm right

on time, right? That's fine.

All right, look, I was working

on your song. It's your song,

It's-it's everything, it's raw,

it's real, it's so... it's dope.

Okay, I can't wait to hear

the song. Why you got shades on?

Boy, are you high?

No. Ma, it's from the new meds.

Come on.

It makes my face a little, I

don't know, my eyes sensitive.

Well, does it

make your brain stupid, huh?

Jamal, you know how important

this night is for me.

Why would you start new meds tonight?

Mommy...

you're nervous, and I understand.

But you don't need to be.

I'm good, okay? I swear.

Yo, your place is perfect.

This place is dope.

- Please...

- Don't worry about nothing.

Jesus, please stop me

from killing my child tonight.

Aah! God!

Boy, go put some water on your face.

- Get it together!

- A'ight! Yeah, yeah, a'ight.

Stupid!

- Hello.

- Hey.

- Come in.

- All right. Here we go.

- You look gorgeous.

- Thank you.

So, please allow me

to introduce you to my mother.

Mother, this is Cookie.

- Cookie, this is Diana. Mm.

- Very nice to meet you.

Lovely decor, Cookie.

Thank you.

But really, you shouldn't have.

- Mother...

- I-I shouldn't have?

No, you didn't

have to redo your entire place

just to impress me.

I do adore Mondrian, though.

I, for one, do not even want to

know you if you do not love Mondrian.

Mrs. Dubois, you are everything.

My name is Jamal.

- Hey... What...

- Oh. She smell good.

- This is my son Jamal.

- She's incredible.

Jamal, come here, why don't you

make yourself useful?

Here, here, boy.

Best to shut your mouth.

Oh, yeah.

That's, um...

- Mom...

- That's my middle son

- uh, he-he's a free spirit.

- Mm-hmm.

One in every family.

Uh, no, there isn't, Mother,

but if-if there were

more Jamals around,

the-the world

would be a better place.

That's for sure. Yes.

Don't try too hard honey,

it'll backfire in your face.

Uh... well, I can't wait

till you meet my eldest son.

Andre.

He should be here in a minute.

- He went to... he went to Penn.

- He went to Penn.

Yes, so you'll have

a lot to talk about.

- Very intelligent.

- And my baby, Hakeem.

We are so proud of him.

So, Hakeem talking about

he can't come.

'Cause he's talking about he's

all the way at home by himself.

Get the door.

Get the door.

Can't pick up the phone, dummy.

Uh... Hakeem.

Hey, Mom.

Hakeem...

...what the hell is going on?

Give her to me, give her to me.

Look, I don't want to hear it.

You were right.

Can you just please

make her stop crying?

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh...

- What's up?

Hey, Hakeem, this is my mother.

Mother, this is Hakeem.

How you doing?

Hello.

♪ Y'all gon' make me lose my mind ♪

♪ Up in here, up in here ♪

♪ Y'all gon' make me go all out ♪

♪ Up in here, up in here ♪

♪ Y'all gon' make me act a fool ♪

- Gangsta.

- Hoo!

We here today to celebrate

the life of Stone Parker.

Stone!

Six years gone and snatched too soon.

Now, we standing

in one of the first buildings

that he and I ever bought together.

But look at us now.

We own this block and 20

more just like it.

Gangsta.

Hoo!

Now, let's raise a glass

to our friend, our soldier,

- Stone Parker.

- Stone!

Now let's have a party.

♪ Lets add up all the factors:

you wack, you're twisted ♪

♪ Your girl's a but I'm

not him, a'ight, slim? ♪

Hey.

You looking for Andre?

He ain't gonna show up.

All right, now.

Look around you.

This is your family.

This where you belong.

This is... this is sanctified.

Now, you know any one

of these boys will kill

or die for you, right here, right now.

And you know that.

This where you belong.

Looks like he made his choice.

♪ Think that you Superman,

I got the Kryptonite... ♪

Come on, let's have a party.

Enough of that.

- Stone!

- Stone!

- Where's the child's mother?

- I don't be keeping tabs on her

- like that.

- Oh, I see.

Another free spirit?

Following the example

you were given, no doubt.

- Mother.

- Mrs. Dubois, you be mad shady,

and I catch that, I clock that.

Jamal, Jamal, shut up.

Here, boy, take your baby.

Um, everyone, please have a seat.

The bouillabaisse will be served now.

What... Wait, wait, wait,

hold up.

Did-did I fail

to tell you that my mother

is deathly allergic

to-to seafood?

Oh, my God.

Our whole dinner lived

at the bottom of the ocean.

Cookie, no.

- Oh, Andre.

- Coo...

Where the hell are they?

- Oh, my lord.

- Hakeem!

Give me my child, please.

Come to Mama.

What the hell

is wrong with you,

taking a baby out of the house

without telling some damn body?

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm Lucious Lyon.

Cookie's ex-husband.

That woman right there

is my wife Anika.

She just gave birth

to my granddaughter, my son's

baby mama. I know, it's crazy.

He somehow got her pregnant

during the time

he was proposing to his fiancè

and getting left at the damn altar.

Lucious.

What?

I got to raise that damn baby,

the same way I had to raise

all these kids, 'cause she

was spending 17 years in prison.

Dad, don't, don't.

Why don't you chill and

live your life. Exist.

Look at you over here, talking.

You looking a little crispy

around the edges.

I see you've met the gay one,

and you've met the irresponsible one.

Where's Andre at?

Where's the crazy one?

♪ Just like Uniblab,

robotic kicking flab ♪

♪ My flavor bidder badder

chitter-chatter ♪

♪ Madder than the Mad Hatter ♪

♪ Data to turn your body

into anti-matter ♪

♪ And just like a

piece of Sizzlean ♪

♪ You'll fit inside my stomach

with the eggs and grits ♪

♪ Between ♪

♪ The king is what I mean,

♪ I mean, my man get a cup ♪

♪ And put some change

inside your hand ♪

♪ Now hold up,

let's make this official ♪

♪ Everybody let's agree

that MCs need a tissue ♪

♪ The funk's my only issue ♪

♪ I bet your mama miss you ♪

♪ And I bet the Mack they go

up like an MX missile ♪

♪ No more of your whinin'

on the charts climbin' ♪

♪ As I make the funk,

kickin' out more harder... ♪

I'm not rapping.

It's your choice.

Just like it was your choice

to pull that trigger.

You can choose to use your voice

and pick yourself up or not.

Your choice to run forever

or stop and stand up.

♪ Time for new flava in ya ear ♪

♪ I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear ♪

♪ Mack's the brand new flava

in ya ear ♪

♪ Craig Mack, 1,000 degrees ♪

♪ You'll be on your knees ♪

♪ And you'll be burning,

begging please ♪

♪ Brother, freeze,

this man's undisputed ♪

♪ In deep rooted funk smoke

that leaves your brains booted ♪

♪ This bad MC with stamina

like Bruce Jenner ♪

♪ The winner,

tasting MC's for dinner ♪

♪ You're crazy like that glue

to think that ♪

♪ You could outdo

my one two... ♪

You came.

Yeah, yeah. I brought Freda.

- Yeah.

- I want you to know

I'm good for my word, but...

I got to go.

Okay? I promised my

mom that I'd be there...

- You can't...

- I promised my mom I'd

be there for her tonight. Andre,

this is a special night for me.

This means a lot to me.

And I invited you so

that you could be here

with the rest of my family.

So it would mean a lot to

me if you actually stayed.

♪ I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear ♪

♪ Mack's the brand new flava

in ya ear ♪

♪ Here comes the brand new flava

in ya ear ♪

How y'all doin'?

Y'all know what Stone was to me.

He was more like a father

than a brother.

So this is for the man

that we love, the man that we lost,

and... for the family that we gained.

Stone!

Stone!

♪ ♪

♪ Hard as a rock ♪

♪ Cold as Philly's winter ♪

♪ When you're left out

in these streets y'all ♪

♪ You were the king of the block ♪

♪ You were shot ♪

♪ It was oh, so senseless ♪

♪ Oh, how I miss my brother,

brother ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Left me alone ♪

♪ With so much potential ♪

♪ No wonder I miss you ♪

♪ It's okay ♪

♪ I got a new home ♪

♪ I found me a family ♪

♪ Right here in this alley ♪

♪ I'm like, Hey, oh ♪

♪ I only made it this far

with a heart a stone ♪

♪ No one can break this

heart of stone ♪

♪ No one can break this ♪

♪ I'm like, hey, oh ♪

♪ I only made it this far

with a heart a stone ♪

♪ No one can break this

heart of stone ♪

♪ This one's for my King... ♪

All right, look,

if your name is not Dubois

or Lyon, get the hell out.

Take the damn fish with you.

Just go.

Cookie, don't do that.

Thank y'all.

Thank you, thank you, get out.

Lucious and Anika.

Sit down.

Hakeem, go get that

peach cobbler for me,

out of the kitchen.

And I got some Cold Duck

to wash it down.

Yeah, this...

this is my family.

Well, most of them, anyway.

But, uh, yeah.

We are a twisted tree,

but I wouldn't trade one gay, one high,

one low, one crazy,

one lazy branch of it.

This is who we are.

Take it or leave it.

Jamal, sing us a song.

That's what we do around here.

We celebrate who we are.

I actually do have something.

Mm-hmm.

I've been working on it all day.

It's a song about my mother.

Song about me.

♪ Listen, Mama ♪

♪ So many words to describe you ♪

♪ Strong would be

an understatement ♪

♪ Warrior would suit you

so much better ♪

♪ 'Cause you've been fighting ♪

♪ She was just turning 16 ♪

♪ Daddy left her out

in the cold streets ♪

- ♪ He wasn't having it ♪

- Daddy, please.

♪ He found all her sins ♪

♪ Underneath her mattress ♪

♪ Then suddenly ♪

♪ Her daddy up and died ♪

♪ But still she's her father ♪

♪ There in Lucious' eyes ♪

♪ Mama ♪

♪ Oh, Mama ♪

♪ For everything you been through ♪

♪ There's nothing

that I won't do for you ♪

♪ Mama ♪

♪ Oh, Mama ♪

♪ See, you deserve the best of ♪

♪ What this world can offer to you ♪

♪ Mama, I love you ♪

♪ Mama, Mama, Mama, I do love you ♪

♪ Mama, I love you ♪

♪ Mama, Mama ♪

This is the music

I was talking about.

I'm coming back.

♪ She gave it all so unselfishly ♪

♪ And she did it all

just for loyalty ♪

♪ That's my Mama ♪

♪ I never knew

someone to sacrifice ♪

♪ Everything for love ♪

♪ Even gave up their whole lives ♪

♪ Oh, Mama ♪

♪ For everything you been through ♪

♪ Nothing that I won't do for you ♪

♪ Oh, Mama ♪

♪ See you deserve the best of ♪

♪ What this world can offer ♪

♪ To you. ♪

I can tell you've

gone above and beyond

to try to impress me.

But my blood ain't blue.

My granddaddy was a bootlegger.

His daddy was a smuggler.

Mm.

Now, we managed to

scrub ourselves clean,

but you and your family remind

me of where we came from.

I see why Angelo's attracted to you.

You got fire in you.

You just make sure that fire

doesn't burn my child.

My only child.

Ooh, and don't imagine I

didn't see that lambskin jacket

stuffed in the back of your closet.

Uh... busted.

- Busted? Who's busted?

- Yeah. Me.

Your mama... she, uh...

Well...

- You ready?

- Oh, yes.

- Good night, Cookie.

- Good night.

Oh, and the cobbler was

delicious, by the way.

Thank you.

Well, you did good.

I think maybe I should come over

a little bit later...

and just show you how good you did.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

You go tuck your mama in,

and you come back,

- and then you tuck me in.

- I'm gonna do that.

- Stop. She is out there.

- Oh.

Stop it.

Behave.

Freda.

You know what? I, um...

I didn't know Stone.

But I know rocks like Stone.

My father, Frank Gathers,

he was one of 'em.

I've got to thank

Andre Lyon for reminding me

that even though my rock is gone,

I still got a voice and a choice.

Today, I'm choosing

to fight over flight.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Now I had to say my good byes

to a real good man ♪

♪ A deep painful feeling that

I never wanna feel again ♪

♪ Thought my pops prolly take

more care of his fam man ♪

♪ But all he looked out for

was Mike, Guy and Bam Bam ♪

♪ No lying, then I thought

I had a family with the Lyons ♪

♪ But they seemed more like

wolves the more I realized ♪

♪ Time to cut my ties, save

that drama for someone else ♪

♪ My pops left me with only

memories and nothing else ♪

♪ Still he was more than a dad

more like a king to me ♪

♪ Family provider I needed it

he would bring it to me ♪

♪ I thought he had it all ♪

♪ Now he's gonna

and ain't leave to me ♪

♪ Swear sometimes it feel like ♪

♪ It's all just a bad dream to me ♪

♪ My family is these streets ♪

♪ Streets, yeah ♪

♪ Family's over everything ♪

♪ We do it for each other we do

it for one another while I ♪

♪ Do it for my father you doing

it for your brother, yeah ♪