Step Up: High Water (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Episode #3.4 - full transcript
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"Step Up"...
You have 24 hours,
or I pull the plug
on this whole fucking deal.
Same old bullshit.
Okay, we can still save this.
Your slot on the BMTs,
if we can get Rigo...
Fuck, 'Lette, come on.
If he doesn't move
these tickets,
then we're finished.
So you're gonna put Rigo on?
I'm texting my producers
right now.
I can't pretend like I'm okay
that you got all this
without me.
Hi. I'm Angel.
One minute, you're dying
to live together,
and then this chick shows up
out of nowhere,
and you move in with her.
That guy from the bar,
you know him?
He's a drug dealer.
Girl, he's sketch.
Don't do it.
After your performance,
Vida was thinking
maybe you throw Sage
a little bit of love.
You really want
to take the throne?
♪ Fuck Sage Odom
And you can quote it ♪
This how you do me,
motherfucker?
I told you this crazy shit
keeps happening around here.
Calm down!
♪ ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ I'm looking ♪
♪ For a better day ♪
♪ Wanna live my dream ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Wanna step up
Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Want the money
Want the fame ♪
♪ Want the love
Not the same ♪
♪ I want it all ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Wanna step up
Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Holla ♪
♪ I rep that Murda Gang ♪
♪ Rep my set
It came with fame ♪
♪ Money, power
I don't respect your chain ♪
♪ Dick in her mouth
She don't know my name ♪
♪ B.I.P. shawty, nigga
Why did you leave? ♪
♪ C.I.P. Sandman
He Crippin' in peace ♪
♪ Sippin' on yellow
It's muddy like grease ♪
♪ Seen a whole brick
A nigga was three ♪
Oh, shit.
Sage Odom in this bitch?
Yo, what's happenin'?
Hey. Yo, big fan, bro.
Look man, you ever need
a hype man, baby, I got you.
I'm fucking with you, man.
Just relax.
Been following you
for a long time.
Yo, I know about the school.
I know about
your goddamn production company
you startin'.
I know about
the goddamn wine bar.
Man, all that shit.
Hey, yo, yo, yo,
and you know
I done knocked down
several stallions
with that Sage Odom bumpin'
in the background, right?
Not in here, though.
But you know what I'm
talkin' about, man, come on.
It's nice to meet you, dog.
Yeah. Matter of fact,
I used to get down
with a little dancin'
and rap shit, too, man, yeah.
But, you know, I got caught up
in some bullshit, though.
Yeah, they said I did the thing
at the thing,
which is completely false.
But they was like,
blah, blah, blah.
- Click-click.
- Now I'm here.
Whatever.
Look, just lettin' you know,
I got this bitch on lock,
so whatever you need.
I'm talking coffee,
clean urine,
ramen noodles, baby wipes.
It's nothing.
Thanks, but, no, thanks, bro.
I'm good.
All right, cool, man. Yo, ain't
nobody pandering to you, pimp.
Yo, like I said, I'm good!
All right, and I ain't hiring
either, so Godspeed.
God what?
Like I said, man, if you need
somethin', holla at your boy.
Name's Magic.
♪ Yeah, catch me in
The clouds, yeah, I'm flying ♪
Okay, okay, okay.
So, uh, should I hit them
with the this with the that?
Or the that with the this?
Definitely
this with the that.
- This with the that. Okay.
- For sure. I mean...
Or I could really
fuck him up and hit him
with this,
with the that, and...
Shit, ahh.
With these.
Oh, you gotta kill
these motherfuckers.
Ooh boy, I'm about to kill
these niggas, bro.
God damn, I'ma fuck Sage.
You feel me?
Hell, yeah, nigga.
- Fuck.
- Damn, man.
Hey, I still can't believe he
caught us slippin' like that.
My bad, bro.
But don't even worry
about it, nigga.
Everybody get lucky from
time to time, you feel me?
I still would've beat that
nigga ass for you and East.
Y'know East hated
that motherfucker.
It wouldn't even be no Sage
without East,
and all he do is
talk shit about him.
Fuck Sage, a'ight?
Look, a couple scars
and a bruise ain't nothing
but a small price to pay
when, uh, business is booming.
You hear me?
The hell you get that from?
This is what I'm telling you.
Hey, man, chill.
Look at this.
- What's this?
- Mm-hmm.
That right there is
a publishing contract.
Proof that not only did
I murder Sage on national TV,
your boy gets paid for it.
- Word?
- Yes, sir.
- How that work?
- Pretty much
it's just a contract
for the recording
and the writing and all that
shit, you know what I mean?
Like, ain't never no money
involved in anything
unless there's a contract.
Well, shit, where mine at?
I mean, you helped write
with the lyrics and shit.
You know what I'm saying?
But I performed it.
You know what I'm saying?
So I put my name on it.
'Cause, you know, everybody
thinks it's a freestyle.
How weird would it look
if people knew
that I didn't write a
freestyle that I performed?
You know what I mean?
So I just put my name on it,
made it simple.
About to get paid,
and then we gon' eat.
Don't even trip.
Ah.
♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
yeah ♪
♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah,
yeah ♪
♪ ♪
You sure know how to keep
things interesting, don't you?
That ain't what the fuck
I need right now, Cruz.
- Not what I need.
- Oh. Oh, excuse me.
You wanna talk needs?
Let's talk needs.
In four days, you have
a preliminary meeting
to determine whether or not
you're going on trial
for murder.
You're fiancée,
your dancers, your fans,
and not to mention
your fucking attorney
needed you
on your best behavior.
But you thought
it was a good idea
to not only violate the terms
of your house arrest,
but add assault charges
to the shit storm.
And now, now you wanna
talk about your needs.
Calm down.
You don't understand.
Sage, I get it.
You're innocent.
And I understand
why you're so fucking angry,
but you got to keep it together
and stop being
your own worst enemy.
Copy that.
It's absolutely mandatory
that you get your temper
under control.
You lose it out there,
that's one thing.
You lose your head in here,
that shit'll get you killed.
♪ ♪
Hey.
Are you okay?
I'm just trying
to keep it together.
This case is still
very winnable.
Now, it's all contingent upon
Sage keeping it all together,
which means you have
to keep it all together, too...
because if you don't,
well, he sure as fuck won't.
- Okay. Got it.
- And one more thing...
I need you to pay my retainer.
Cruz, I swear,
we are on top of it, okay?
It's just... the money's
tied up in this tour.
But once Rigo starts recouping,
I can...
Save... save the cash-flow
story for somebody else.
- All right.
- Pro bono is not my thing.
Don't let us down.
Hey, pay me my money.
Rigo, so your song's
streaming number one,
after that crazy
BMT performance.
I mean, your name's
just ringing bells
all over the place.
How does it feel
being on fire right now?
Now, you know
you only get to do this
for the first time once.
Oh, yeah.
For sure. For sure.
Uh, it feels good.
You know what I'm saying?
The hard work is
finally paying off.
I mean, I'm on a show
with Da Brat.
I mean, like, hey, I'm clearly
doing something right.
I'd say you doing
a lot of things right.
And that Sage take down
was one for the ages, whoo!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Where the hell you been?
I gotta leave in, like,
a minute.
I am sorry.
You know what?
I had the wrong thing on.
They made me change.
I tried to get here
as fast as I could.
- Okay. How are you?
- Just fucking peachy, 'Lette.
I'm in jail for some shit
I didn't fucking do.
What the fuck you...
I'm sorry.
You don't deserve that.
I'm... I'm... I'm okay.
I'm fine.
I spoke to Cruz. He said
he's gonna get you out of here.
Plus, I got this tour
under control...
Fuck the tour.
I'm about to go on trial
for my life, 'Lette.
You think I give a fuck
about a funky-ass tour?
I get it, okay?
But like it or not,
this funky-ass tour
is gonna help me afford
to get you out of here.
We gotta pay Cruz's retainer,
or else we're fucked.
All right, whatever.
Just keep this little nigga
Rigo under control, all right?
I will not have this
little fucker dissing me
in front of 75,000 people,
making me look like
a fucking murderer every night.
Matter of fact,
I will die in this bitch
before I let that
fucking BMT shit happen again.
Do you understand?
One thing about Rigo,
I'ma always speak my mind.
And if that means taking a
old suck a down in the process,
- hey...
- Ooh.
- All the better, you feel me?
- Yeah.
Well, that's actually
where I wanted to go.
- Mm-hmm.
- I mean, some people
still don't know why
you would be fronting a tour
for a man accused of shooting
your dad.
And then others feel like
you just doing this
to build yourself up.
I mean, here you are,
this young kid
who came up in Sage's program,
High Water,
under his tutelage.
And now you tryin'
to take down a icon
who people still have
a lot of love for, Rigo.
The situation
between me and him,
it's just that...
Between me and him.
Well, that's true,
but kind of not really,
because once you
make a beef public,
you open the door
for everybody to say somethin',
whether you like it or not.
A large segment of
the population still feels like
Sage is being falsely accused
and you just a tool being used
to take down
another powerful Black man.
Yeah.
Uh, I hear a lot of crazy
conspiracy-theory bullshit
like that, too,
but this ain't that.
For instance,
check out this tweet.
"Fuck Rigo. He makin' this
whole shit up to sell records.
Game is rigged."
Another guy says,
"Fuck this puppet being used
to take another king down."
Then he calls you
some derogatory things
that I don't feel comfortable
repeatin' before he says,
"These are the worst kind.
We see him, it's on sight."
Now, these are some
pretty serious threats, Rigo.
- Like, are you worried at all?
- Man, hell, no.
Ain't shit going down as long
as I'm around, a'ight?
We ten toes out here.
Fuck out of here.
That's on me.
- And who is this?
- Uh...
That's, uh, that's my brother.
Uh, I-I-let's just say
he's passionate.
- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.
Well, he look mad.
I need to talk to you.
Okay. Talk.
Alone.
Will you excuse us, please?
So what?
He's your bodyguard now?
No, he's just watching my back.
♪ ♪
What the fuck
is going on, Rigo?
You never said anything
about receiving death threats.
Because they're not
real threats, Poppy.
It's just people talkin' shit
on the Internet.
That's what Twitter's for,
all right?
Calm down. 'Quise got me.
We are good.
See, there you go
with that Marquise shit again.
First, you dis Sage
with Marquise in your ear,
now you're trusting him
with your security?
When what you should actually
be doing is not trusting him
because
he's not fucking helping.
Okay, well, he for damn sure
ain't hurtin'.
Okay?
Look, look, I got a meeting
to get to, all right?
Calm down.
We are good. We got this.
Chill...
with your fine ass, mm!
I'm killin' life
right now, baby, ooh!
Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Rigo, I swear,
if you pull some crap
like that ever again,
I will cancel the tour
my fucking self.
Go ahead and try! You can't
cancel shit, all right?
And I ain't toning
nothing down, a'ight?
If anything, I'm turning
shit up around here.
Rigo, I am serious.
No more anti-Sage material.
You're... you're shitting on an
innocent man, for God's sake.
He's not innocent. That's why
he's in fucking jail.
But you don't give a fuck,
do you?
'Cause Sage can't do
no wrong in your eyes
'cause you just
his fucking slave
with your brainwashed ass.
Would you talk some sense
into him already?
What do you want from me?
I like ticket sales,
and they got a hell of a lot
better after that show.
In fact,
we just sold out Chicago.
So I'm saying,
let Rigo be Rigo.
Keep up the good work, kid.
You hear that?
My show, my tour, my rules.
Let me slow your roll, cowboy.
She's the only person in this
room that's ran a tour before,
- so let's not get crazy.
- Mm.
Whatever.
Like I said,
what I say goes on anything
creative, all right?
And what is that
supposed to mean?
That means you just stay
in your little office,
answer phone calls, whatever
the hell you do in here.
Do that, all right?
Just stay the hell
out of my way, okay?
I'm out.
Five, six.
And smooth.
Keep your lines.
♪ ♪
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Yo, stay focused.
♪ ♪
Tal, you good?
- Yeah.
- Wanna take five?
What?
- Wanna take five?
- Uh, yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
Whoa. Hold up.
Where you think you're going?
- You leaving?
- Yeah.
Um, sorry, I got to go home.
It's something I ate.
You're going home?
Tal, you can't leave right now.
We have a million things to do.
I need you here.
Tal, I need you...
Yeah, I get it, but unless
you want to see me
puke my guts
all over this place,
then I would just suggest
you rethink that request.
Sorry.
I really hope you get
to feeling better.
♪ ♪
Let's get this bitch.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
You know what it is, fish.
Time to pay your taxes.
"Taxes."
I don't know what the fuck
you talkin' about.
Let me explain it real fast.
It's real simple.
You know that bunk
you got in there, hmm?
You pay rent for that, homey.
Word?
Word.
And you pay rent to keep
breathin', too, motherfucker.
So you can put some money
on my books by midnight,
or we can lace up tomorrow, you
know what I'm talkin' about?
Wastin' your time, pimp.
Like I said, I don't know what
the fuck you talkin' about.
♪ ♪
Hey, yo.
Guards on your head, man.
Chill.
♪ ♪
Hey, what the hell
are you doing?
♪ ♪
I ain't no fuckin' punk.
Do you know
who you fuckin' with?
Lotto calls shots around here.
Don't you ever disrespect him,
especially in front
of other people.
So what I'm supposed to do,
just be weak?
Look, everybody know
you can afford the tax.
What you can't afford's
a fade with that dude, man.
That elbow was just a warm-up.
Pay the tax. Make it to court.
Take yo ass home
in one piece, man.
Thanks for the advice,
but I got it, a'ight?
What? Wait, what do
you mean you got into a fight?
It's like... it's nothin'.
Don't worry about it.
What's going with Cruz?
Ah, well,
everything's under control.
I set up a private showcase
for Rigo tonight
at The Tabernacle.
So we'll shake out
Rigo's new numbers there
before we roll him out
in front of a stadium crowd.
Yeah, yeah. Make him walk
before we need him to fly.
I like that. Smart.
And not only
are we gonna use it
as a warm-up for the tour,
but Jimmy's gettin' us
paid in cash,
cash that'll take care
of Cruz's retainer.
Finally something good.
I needed that shit.
'Cause let me tell you,
I need to get the fuck up
out of here sooner than later,
you feel me?
- I'm working on it.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Now, what's... what's going on
with this little nigga Rigo?
All right, we set him straight.
No more bullshit.
No more disses.
I told you I'd
handle it, so it's handled.
Rigo's on a short leash.
In fact, I've got Tal
working with him as we speak.
Yo, Justin, hurry up!
You're gonna be late
for school!
- I'm not going!
- Say what?
You either go to school,
or you can throw on an apron
and come to work,
'cause they're
one size fits all.
Why do I have to go
if Tal's not going?
All these goddamn questions!
Get ready!
Yeah.
- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm good.
I'm just not going in today.
Hmm.
Don't you got
some big tour, uh,
you're supposed to be
getting ready for?
What's going on?
Is Sage just killing
all the biracial dancers?
What the fuck?
It's just some stupid stuff
at work... I will be fine.
Of course it's stupid.
It's Rigo's tour.
He's stupid, but yesterday
you couldn't stop talking
about how great it was.
"Yo, we doing this,
and we doing that."
Now today, "What the fuck?
What happened?"
I don't...
I don't want to talk about it.
You don't want to talk?
Oh, okay. I respect that.
I'm not gonna press you.
But at some point, you're gonna
work through this, okay?
You're not gonna sit here
eating all my cereal,
talking about
your feelings is hurt.
Fuck that. You understand me?
You want to work through it?
Cut the grass. Paint the house.
Fix some shit around this...
Oh, you... oh, you putting
your earbuds in?
You can hear me, nigga!
And, Justin,
if you're not ready
in five, four, three...
Fuck it! You walking!
Better go.
He'll leave without you.
Milk! Oh, shit!
Whoa.
Al!
Oh, my God.
- Shit. Ahh!
- Uncle Al.
I'll call an ambulance.
No, call two.
One for me
and one for whoever left
this spilled milk on the floor!
It wasn't me.
♪ How you think this shit
About the work? ♪
♪ I put up with way too much ♪
♪ To let you keep on
Hurting me ♪
♪ You know that you got
Some fucking nerve ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ If you want everything
Got to give me everything ♪
♪ Why you got
To act surprised? ♪
They can't be serious.
They're really trying
to ice us out.
Your guess is as good as mine.
♪ I can make a deal ♪
♪ If you're just good to me
Yeah... ♪
But still, you can't let
the small stuff distract you.
That goes for Marquise, too.
I know you're not talking.
What?
Okay, Davis and I have been
spending
a lot less time together,
if you haven't noticed.
I'm about the work right now.
You should be, too.
♪ I put up with way too much ♪
♪ To let you keep on
Hurting me ♪
♪ You know that
You got some fucking nerve ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, you got to
Got to give me everything ♪
Yeah.
- Where's Tal?
- Home sick.
Tell him he ain't allowed
to get sick no more.
I'm just playing.
I'm just playing.
You play too much.
Okay, everyone, listen up.
So tonight
we are doing a club gig
to work out the kinks
on this show.
So consider it a dry run
for Chicago.
So I need everyone
to bring their A-games, okay?
Babe, did you see what
I was putting together there?
I think on this part,
we should repeat and go here.
Yeah. You like that?
Be like, hey, what it do?
Okay.
Hey. Yo, man, fuck all of that.
What y'all need to do is get
Angel and Odalie back up here,
'cause that shit was crazy.
Hold up.
Who the fuck you think you are
speaking in our rehearsal?
Know what? That's an idea.
I like it. Smart thinking.
- What's your name?
- Marquise.
All right,
everyone, listen to Marquise.
He fucking gets it.
Oh, hell, no.
I know you not just
about to stand there.
Hell, nah.
I'm ready to get to work.
Hey, yo, you two, come on,
get back up here.
♪ ♪
You're persistent.
I'll give you that.
Just checkin' in, bro.
By the way,
a couple tips to help you
survive this bitch.
Number one, don't gamble.
If you lose, you owe,
and that's bad.
If you win,
now somebody else is
pissed off, and that's bad.
Two, never enter
another man's cell
without his permission.
That's disrespect, and
disrespect will get you killed.
And three, stay as clean
as fucking possible, man,
unless you are trying
to plead insanity.
Then by all means,
shit all over yourself.
Trouble shitting? Holla at me.
I can get soy products
in this bitch, too.
That... that's good to know.
I'm serious, man.
You gotta stay chill in here.
That's why I be trying
to laugh all the time,
'cause what's the use
in being all mad, man?
Folks gotta learn
to just put they anger aside
and just chill the fuck out
'cause it ain't like
we going anywhere.
- You know what I'm saying?
- Fuck.
What's up, bitch?
♪ ♪
I said what's up, motherfucker?
This ain't got shit
to do with you, Magic,
so you can bounce your ass
on up out of here, bro.
I think I'm good where I'm at.
Yo, yo, it's cool.
You cool.
You can go ahead and go.
I'm fine.
I like it here.
♪ ♪
We'll talk.
What's up, man?
I'ma give you one more chance
to make this shit right
before I make it real wrong.
I'm listening.
Pay what you owe,
and ain't shit bad
gotta happen to you, cuz.
Sorry.
Can't do it.
You sorry?
Okay.
We can do this shit
one of two ways, then.
My way or my way pissed off,
motherfucker.
Shit.
You want some, too? Huh?
- Fuck out of here.
- I'm good, man.
Yo, I... I thought
that you said be chill.
What I meant was,
keep your temper.
See, in here, you gotta
keep your temper
until it's time
to lose your temper!
Fuck -I... I... I don't know
what to say, dog. What...
Don't say shit.
Come on, let's go.
♪ ♪
Wow.
Doctor-prescribed
Cheetos and couch, huh?
I'm not in the mood, Pop.
I don't care about your mood,
'cause while you were here
making love
to Chester the Cheetah,
I was losing my job
to fucking Marquise.
Hope you're happy.
Can you not say that name
in this house?
- Who?
- Marquise.
Don't talk about him around me.
I'm serious.
O... kay. My bad.
I was just venting.
Since when did you and Marquise
become a thing?
You remember the day that
I auditioned for High Water?
The day that I ran there and
begged Sage to let me try out,
like my life was on the line?
Okay, everyone
remembers that, Tal.
What does this have to do
with anything?
That's who I was running from.
Marquise is the asshole
that beat me up.
What?
When I ran away
from that school,
when I pissed myself,
when I...
when I almost fucking died,
it-it-it was because of him.
It's one thing to see him out
in the street
or-or to see him at a party...
That's fine.
I can accept that,
but at High Water!
You know, the place
that I ran to, no! Fuck, no!
Tal, I swear to God,
I had no idea
that Marquise did that to you.
I am so sorry.
Please forgive me.
But you know what?
You know, fuck him, right?
Like, High Water is your house,
and we're your family.
Okay?
You can't just walk out,
because I need you.
We all need you.
I got your back, for real.
Yo.
Hello.
Why you not dressed?
You do know we have
a show tonight, right?
And you too. What's going on?
What, I gotta be the
road manager around here, too?
Could've left the Cheetos.
You know what?
Why don't you go
without me tonight?
- What?
- Yeah.
Have fun with your
new choreographer, Marquise.
Come on, don't do this.
I'm not trying to do
this alone, a'ight?
I don't wanna do this
without you.
Well, you don't act like it.
What? That's because I got a lot
of shit going on, Poppy,
but you know
you always on my mind.
I even wrote a song
about you and everything.
♪ Nobody said it would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ But I'm ridin'
And that's a guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't no tellin' your story ♪
♪ Without me ♪
Man, can we just...
If you really wanna impress me,
make Marquise disappear.
It's that simple.
It's either him or me.
Well, Poppy, I can't do that.
He's my damn brother.
Is he? Is that really true?
Because I think that's
just some corner-boy gossip
got your head
all fucked up, Rigo.
Yo, Poppy, come on.
Look, can we just go?
No.
Have fun
at your little show tonight.
And if you want to see me,
you know where to find me.
I'll just be here
at the house
with my friends.
Whatever.
Pop, I... I didn't mean...
It's okay, Tal.
It's not about us.
It's about him.
I just need him to acknowledge
his shit for once
so I know
I'm not fucking crazy.
But you are crazy.
I still got your back, though.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
Can I have some Cheetos?
♪ ♪
Yo.
- Cool if I come in?
- You're good.
See what I did there?
I'm taking your advice.
"Respect a man's territory"
thing.
Fast learner.
A'ight, man, let's get to it.
What... what was that about?
Why would you do that?
I don't know.
Figured you were good people.
Yeah, but how do you know?
The way I look at it,
only good people build schools.
You know, me and my partners
used to come up to High Water
and hang out all the time.
- Yeah?
- Hell, yeah.
Y'all had all the chicks.
Shit, that's right.
Nothing like dancers.
Man.
Yo, when I first heard
about it, though,
a lot of people
were badmouthing it,
saying it was a publicity stunt
and that you were
just using broke people
to make yourself look good.
But it seemed
cool as shit to me.
Shit, I even thought
about auditioning once.
Fuck out of here.
- I came this close, man.
- Oh, shit.
All right, come on, come on,
what happened?
Man, when I was standing
on line,
I started looking around
and seeing all these
professional motherfuckers
and all this big-time shit,
and I-I was like,
"What the hell am I doing
trying to be a dancer?"
You know what I'm saying?
Like, that ain't my world.
Folks gonna be laughing
they asses off.
So, when my turn came, uh...
to make a long story short,
I basically punked out.
I know. Stupid, right?
All right.
And I still think about
that shit sometimes, man.
Like, what would've happened
if somebody would've made me
do that shit.
Know what I'm saying?
Who knows, man?
Maybe I wouldn't have
ended up here.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Looks pretty good to me.
We're good.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Bro, you see this shit?
It's crazy out there,
but it's the new normal.
You hear me?
This how it's supposed to be.
We here now, baby.
It's like you said,
we just gettin' started.
Rigo.
You doing any
of Marquise's songs tonight?
A couple of the words are his,
but the rest is all me.
Hey, dog.
Don't even trip
on that, man.
She don't really know
how we operate.
Yo, respect out here.
How do you feel about me
rockin' with you tonight?
- Tonight?
- Well, I mean, yeah.
You know, it's kind of
one thing to see you
always doing your thing,
but I don't know.
I think I'm ready
to test out some of my shit.
I mean, yeah, look, I know.
If it was just me,
you know what I'm saying,
I'd be cool with it,
but this some Spartika shit.
You know what I'm saying?
I ain't tryin' to rock
the boat just yet.
You gotta let me
finesse this real quick.
You know what I mean?
Hey, don't even trip, though.
As soon as I get in there,
I got you. We on.
- Okay.
- Yeah, that's right.
Okay, yeah.
A'ight, cool.
Yeah.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome to the stage,
the next ATL legend
in the making...
That's my cue!
Rigo Octavio!
Mm!
Yo, showtime. Let's go.
Rigo! Rigo! Rigo! Rigo! Rigo!
Rigo! Rigo! Rigo!
♪ Picked the wrong fight ♪
♪ Picked the wrong night,
and I ain't gon' be here ♪
♪ For none of the pretty-boy
Shit in these streetlights ♪
♪ Got one eye on the scepter ♪
♪ Keepin' one eye on my blood ♪
♪ Enemies on a stretcher ♪
♪ Down there breakin'
They necks to look up ♪
♪ Police at my trap ♪
♪ Got the family in my guap ♪
♪ Got my name up
In they mouth ♪
♪ I'ma have to shut 'em up ♪
♪ Yeah
I'm on a whole nother level ♪
♪ Standin' up
Under the pressure ♪
♪ Doing it better
Than veterans ♪
♪ I'ma take the throne ♪
♪ Comin' for the top ♪
♪ I'ma be that King Kong
Can't nobody stop ♪
♪ Y'all ain't ready for me ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Y'all ain't ready for me ♪
♪ Y'all ain't, y'all ain't ♪
♪ I'ma take the throne ♪
♪ Pops passed me this torch
Gave me this fire ♪
♪ Got me this horsepower
My fists clenched ♪
♪ And I'm Superman
In this high tower ♪
♪ I'ma run up the business
Like a track star ♪
♪ Olympic golden chains
On my neck ♪
♪ Came through
Drippin' with respect ♪
♪ Show me your pride
And I'll humble it ♪
♪ Show me your castle
I'll crumble it ♪
♪ Quick on my feet
And y'all stumblin', fumblin' ♪
♪ Over the shit
That I do in my sleep ♪
♪ And I'm ready
To run with it ♪
♪ Ready for whoever
Come with it ♪
♪ I ain't gon' never
Be done with it ♪
Great idea, Ms. Jones.
You see this?
This shit's gonna work!
Yeah, you want to tell me
when I've been wrong so far?
Y'all ready to hear me shit
on a jailbird, tonight?
Yo, King,
you know what time it is.
Boy, drop that.
- Kid's a fucking natural.
- Too natural.
Can we pull back
on the Sage shit?
♪ ♪
♪ I see a lot
Of niggas talkin' ♪
♪ But I ain't
Really discussin' ♪
♪ Never been the type
To argue ♪
♪ With motherfuckers
Who dumpin' ♪
♪ I was rushin'
To the scene of the crime ♪
♪ And they ain't catch it ♪
♪ Set to chop a nigga's
Spleen on the ground ♪
♪ Covered in ketchup
Now let us pray ♪
♪ And burn Sage
To a mountain of dust ♪
♪ You son of a bitch
You wicked as fuck ♪
♪ You backstabbin'
Two-timin'-ass nigga ♪
♪ Really switched on East ♪
♪ Should a known his only son
Was a hell of a beast ♪
♪ You feel me? ♪
♪ Fuck Sage Odom
And you can quote it ♪
♪ He got away with murder
And he floated ♪
♪ Should a noticed
I was comin' ♪
♪ Cliqued up and reloaded ♪
♪ And now I got the chrome
Gripped up ♪
♪ And exploded
No withholding ♪
♪ You can't see you
In the streets ♪
♪ You'll be out, my nigga ♪
♪ I'm a motherfuckin' rider
A rider ♪
♪ Run up on me
And we slidin', I'm slidin' ♪
♪ They be watchin'
Never try us, try us ♪
♪ You gonna end up
Hearing sirens, sirens ♪
♪ I'm a motherfuckin' rider
A rider ♪
♪ Run up on me
And we slidin', we slidin' ♪
♪ They be watchin'
Never try us, try us ♪
♪ You gonna end up
Hearing sirens, sirens ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
I got a question
for you, though.
How many niggas in here
you feel like might have
the same story you got?
I don't know.
- Never asked.
- Why not?
This
ain't quite the environment
to talk about your passion
for the arts, you feel me?
Fuck that. Any environment
is a good environment
to talk about some shit
you passionate about.
What?
Nigga, you think
High Water's just a building?
Nah, nigga,
that shit is a movement
'cause I'm a fucking movement.
You know, fuck that. Every
nigga is a fucking movement.
And every moment is a moment
if you looking at that shit
the right way.
So come on. Lace up.
What?
I mean... I mean dance.
♪ ♪
Come on, you said you wanted
to audition, right?
Here's your chance.
Right here?
I mean,
unless you got reservations
or you got
somewhere else to be.
Oh, okay, okay,
you on some scared shit.
Right, right. All right.
I mean, who am I to judge?
Punk out.
That's twice you've punked out.
I'm just... Oh, you...
Oh, okay, cool. Cool.
All right. Cool.
- ♪ What? ♪
- ♪ Lil Jon, East side Boyz ♪
Show me somethin'.
♪ Let's go ♪
♪ They calling me
To come back to the streets ♪
♪ Sean P., AKA Sharp Crease ♪
I'm just waiting on you
to impress me.
Take your time.
Take your time.
♪ ♪
Oh, yeah, that's...
That ain't it.
♪ Bring them Ks in ♪
♪ I'm still Attic
A-double-T-I-C ♪
♪ It ain't a ho out there
For real ♪
All right, all right.
Let's turn up. Let's turn up.
Oh!
♪ I will go get it
And I ain't selfish ♪
♪ I will let you
And your ho feel it ♪
♪ Won't catch me sippin' on no
Cris and got a cold feelin' ♪
♪ It's Youngbloodz A-Town
Malt liquor sippin' ♪
♪ Comin' straight
From the gutter ♪
♪ Toe-tag a mother...
Leave 'em under a cover ♪
All right, all right. Yeah.
♪ Tote the heat
To make ya mug, then slug ya ♪
♪ If you don't give a damn
Go on, throw it up. Hey! ♪
♪ If you don't give a damn
Go on, throw it up. Hey! ♪
♪ If you don't give a damn
Go on, throw it up. Hey! ♪
♪ If you don't give a damn
Go on, throw it up. Hey! ♪
♪ Don't start no stuff
Won't be no stuff ♪
♪ Don't start no stuff
Won't be no stuff ♪
♪ Don't start no stuff
Won't be no stuff ♪
♪ Don't start no stuff
Won't be no stuff ♪
♪ I post up, get to it
Drink hand in hand ♪
♪ They call me
Mr. Herringbone ♪
♪ 'Cause that's
My right-hand man ♪
♪ Old school, straight foolish
Like no other, indeed ♪
♪ With Lil Jon
It's Youngbloodz ♪
♪ They crunk as can be ♪
♪ Attic Crew 105, that's
If you lookin' to rumble ♪
♪ Cock back, bust aim
Now I done got your number ♪
- You did that shit, nigga.
- Yo.
Reminded me of me
a little bit out there.
- Yeah?
- Back then, bro,
- I used to be with my little...
- Whoa.
Yo, yo. What the fuck?
He ain't do nothing.
You call fighting nothing?
You're in the hole, buddy.
♪ ♪
Shit.
♪ ♪
I'm gonna make it do
what it do.
Hey, appreciate the love, bruh.
A'ight, you be good, a'ight?
Yes, sir. Yes, yes.
Much love, much love.
Oh, hey. You want me
to sign somewhere? Okay.
What's your name, sweetheart?
Alexandria.
Sign it right here.
Ooh. Okay.
Where are you going?
There's an after-party, and he
asked me if I wanted to go.
- Come on.
- You wanna go?
You should be careful
around him.
Maybe he should be careful
around me
'cause I might fuck around
and make him fall for me.
Remember what
I was saying about focusing?
We should go home,
and we should get some sleep.
Why are you being so boring?
Aren't we supposed
to be having fun?
This is not really
my idea of fun.
Appreciate you
coming out, a'ight?
Get that tatted on there, too.
That's gonna be worth
a lot of money, you feel me?
Damn, just wanna
invite y'all to the after-party
at Luckies.
Followed by fine dining
at the Waffle House,
but since you wanna
side-eye a brother,
then there's more hash browns
for me.
Oh, you got a unit?
You got, like, a whole...
this a whole situation.
Charlie's Angels, plus one.
Y'all looking good. Okay.
What up, Ten Toes?
Talk that tough shit now.
Yeah, excuse me, but, uh,
I know you motherfuckers?
Nah, motherfucker,
but I know you.
Ignore her.
- I want them hash browns.
- Yeah?
What else you want?
Get the fuck
out of here, niggas.
What the fuck's going on?
♪ ♪
Oh, shit!
Stay down!
- All clear!
- You good?
- You need medical attention?
- I'm straight, bro.
You sure? I got a car
nearby, Mr. Octavio.
Yeah, man.
Who the fuck are you?
Your boss hired us.
What boss?
I ain't got no fucking boss.
We're here
because of Ms. Jones.
Hey, bro, you straight?
'Quise, what the fuck, man?
You had one fucking job, man!
One!
You couldn't even do that?
Hey, hey, I'm so sorry, bro.
- I didn't mean...
- Man, don't "I'm sorry" me.
Miss me with all that shit.
Maybe if you was focused
on what the fuck you were
supposed to be doing
instead of trying to get
on the goddamn stage and be me,
this shit
wouldn't have happened!
- Oh, see, now you pushing it.
- Pushing it?
I don't give a fuck, 'Quise!
I almost got shot 'cause
you was out here sleepin'!
God damn!
No wonder why my dad put you
on them shitty-ass corners.
'Cause you out here
fuckin' up.
This shit got me wondering,
nigga, are you even my brother?
'Cause we don't have fuck-ups
in this family, nigga.
Nigga, life was easier
when you was locked up, bro.
- It's like that?
- No, nigga.
It's exactly like that.
Now go somewhere, nigga!
Leave me the fuck alone!
Bounce, 'Quise!
Why the fuck you're still here?
Leave!
♪ ♪
You're absolutely
sure you've never seen
either of those two men before?
Never in my life.
Okay.
We'll contact you if we need
any more questions answered.
All right.
Thank you, Officer.
You all right?
Did not see that coming.
You saved my life.
That's what I do, Rigo.
I handle shit.
I'm about anticipating
what's next,
and I'm really
fucking good at it,
even if you don't
want me around.
I know. I know, all right?
It's just hard, 'cause...
like, as far as I'm concerned,
you and Sage are
the same person.
That's not true.
I am my own person.
I had a life before Sage, and
I had a life before High Water.
I understand that,
but...
it's just hard as hell
to trust you.
Are you serious?
You really don't trust me?
You know, Sage hated when
I brought you into High Water,
but I knew
how talented you were.
So I complicated
my life anyways,
because I believed in you.
I knew you could be a star.
And, shoot, should I remind you
who put you on this tour?
Damn. And then made you
the headliner.
And here you are,
questioning if I'm the one
that's against you.
You know, it really, really,
really hurt me
when you sat in my office
and you told me
my creative input
is of no value.
You know your entire career
is my vision, right?
I mean that in a good way.
And I was right.
I mean,
look what you did tonight.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
He is singing for his life.
Ain't that right?
- Al, are you watching?
- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.
- Who you think gonna win?
Because the guy beforehand
was killing it.
Maybe they're both gonna win.
It's a TV show.
They can do anything.
I need to let you uh,
walk to school more often.
You pretty smart.
♪ ♪
Somethin' happened to Rigo.
What's wrong? What...
I don't know. I just need
to get across town.
Take my car.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
Since you're on a roll...
Mm...
...I would like your thoughts
on, uh, this one joint
I'm working on,
if that's okay with you.
So now you want
my creative input.
Okay, woman, will you
just make up your mind?
Okay, okay, okay.
- Show me what you got.
- All right.
I see someone's trying
to sexy it up a little bit.
All right, I like it.
Like, I'm trying to get
in everybody's pockets.
You know what I mean?
I want all the money.
It's just... I'm just
struggling on some parts.
You know what I mean?
See, look, right here?
Here come the hook.
♪ ♪
That sound crazy, right?
No, no. Actually, no,
it's not that bad.
It's just maybe, you need to
fix the Auto-Tune in the mix.
It doesn't really go.
You know what I mean?
I feel you.
You know...
sometimes you can kill them
with the tuxedo
- with the Jordans, you know?
- Mm-hmm.
But uh, other times you gotta
go full tuxedo mode on 'em.
You know what I'm saying?
And this is definitely
one of those sophisticated,
full-tuxedo-type vibes.
Here we go.
Man, I'm trying
to get my Sinatra on.
- You feel me?
- Okay. Okay.
All right, look, hey, just
picture this, a'ight?
- Mm-hmm.
- Vegas.
- Mm-hmm.
- I got the Tom Ford on.
I got the bow tie undone,
the diamonds glistening,
as usual.
You know what I'm saying?
Got a stogie on deck, you know?
Oh, my gosh.
You probably want me in one
of them Sage Odom's hats, too,
don't you?
Okay, come on, just play
the fuckin' song already.
How about you meet me
at the stage?
Come on, Rigo.
Don't do this to me, please.
Pick up. Pick up, please.
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling my story
Without you ♪
♪ And no matter what ♪
- Yeah.
- ♪ Know that I got... ♪
Uh, we can flip it.
Hold on, hold on.
♪ Nobody said it would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ And there is no guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't telling
Your story without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling my story
Without you ♪
♪ No matter what
Know that I got you ♪
- Ain't no telling my story...
- Ain't no telling your story...
- Your story.
- Without me.
- Without you. Okay!
- Boom.
♪ ♪
♪ Hey, nobody said
It would be ♪
♪ It would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ But I'm ridin', I'm ridin'
And that's a guarantee ♪
♪ That's a guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't no telling
Your story without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling
Your story without me ♪
- ♪ Without me ♪
- Yeah.
♪ There ain't
No you without me ♪
Just like that.
♪ There ain't
No you without me ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ ♪
"Step Up"...
You have 24 hours,
or I pull the plug
on this whole fucking deal.
Same old bullshit.
Okay, we can still save this.
Your slot on the BMTs,
if we can get Rigo...
Fuck, 'Lette, come on.
If he doesn't move
these tickets,
then we're finished.
So you're gonna put Rigo on?
I'm texting my producers
right now.
I can't pretend like I'm okay
that you got all this
without me.
Hi. I'm Angel.
One minute, you're dying
to live together,
and then this chick shows up
out of nowhere,
and you move in with her.
That guy from the bar,
you know him?
He's a drug dealer.
Girl, he's sketch.
Don't do it.
After your performance,
Vida was thinking
maybe you throw Sage
a little bit of love.
You really want
to take the throne?
♪ Fuck Sage Odom
And you can quote it ♪
This how you do me,
motherfucker?
I told you this crazy shit
keeps happening around here.
Calm down!
♪ ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ I'm looking ♪
♪ For a better day ♪
♪ Wanna live my dream ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Wanna step up
Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Want the money
Want the fame ♪
♪ Want the love
Not the same ♪
♪ I want it all ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Wanna step up
Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Holla ♪
♪ I rep that Murda Gang ♪
♪ Rep my set
It came with fame ♪
♪ Money, power
I don't respect your chain ♪
♪ Dick in her mouth
She don't know my name ♪
♪ B.I.P. shawty, nigga
Why did you leave? ♪
♪ C.I.P. Sandman
He Crippin' in peace ♪
♪ Sippin' on yellow
It's muddy like grease ♪
♪ Seen a whole brick
A nigga was three ♪
Oh, shit.
Sage Odom in this bitch?
Yo, what's happenin'?
Hey. Yo, big fan, bro.
Look man, you ever need
a hype man, baby, I got you.
I'm fucking with you, man.
Just relax.
Been following you
for a long time.
Yo, I know about the school.
I know about
your goddamn production company
you startin'.
I know about
the goddamn wine bar.
Man, all that shit.
Hey, yo, yo, yo,
and you know
I done knocked down
several stallions
with that Sage Odom bumpin'
in the background, right?
Not in here, though.
But you know what I'm
talkin' about, man, come on.
It's nice to meet you, dog.
Yeah. Matter of fact,
I used to get down
with a little dancin'
and rap shit, too, man, yeah.
But, you know, I got caught up
in some bullshit, though.
Yeah, they said I did the thing
at the thing,
which is completely false.
But they was like,
blah, blah, blah.
- Click-click.
- Now I'm here.
Whatever.
Look, just lettin' you know,
I got this bitch on lock,
so whatever you need.
I'm talking coffee,
clean urine,
ramen noodles, baby wipes.
It's nothing.
Thanks, but, no, thanks, bro.
I'm good.
All right, cool, man. Yo, ain't
nobody pandering to you, pimp.
Yo, like I said, I'm good!
All right, and I ain't hiring
either, so Godspeed.
God what?
Like I said, man, if you need
somethin', holla at your boy.
Name's Magic.
♪ Yeah, catch me in
The clouds, yeah, I'm flying ♪
Okay, okay, okay.
So, uh, should I hit them
with the this with the that?
Or the that with the this?
Definitely
this with the that.
- This with the that. Okay.
- For sure. I mean...
Or I could really
fuck him up and hit him
with this,
with the that, and...
Shit, ahh.
With these.
Oh, you gotta kill
these motherfuckers.
Ooh boy, I'm about to kill
these niggas, bro.
God damn, I'ma fuck Sage.
You feel me?
Hell, yeah, nigga.
- Fuck.
- Damn, man.
Hey, I still can't believe he
caught us slippin' like that.
My bad, bro.
But don't even worry
about it, nigga.
Everybody get lucky from
time to time, you feel me?
I still would've beat that
nigga ass for you and East.
Y'know East hated
that motherfucker.
It wouldn't even be no Sage
without East,
and all he do is
talk shit about him.
Fuck Sage, a'ight?
Look, a couple scars
and a bruise ain't nothing
but a small price to pay
when, uh, business is booming.
You hear me?
The hell you get that from?
This is what I'm telling you.
Hey, man, chill.
Look at this.
- What's this?
- Mm-hmm.
That right there is
a publishing contract.
Proof that not only did
I murder Sage on national TV,
your boy gets paid for it.
- Word?
- Yes, sir.
- How that work?
- Pretty much
it's just a contract
for the recording
and the writing and all that
shit, you know what I mean?
Like, ain't never no money
involved in anything
unless there's a contract.
Well, shit, where mine at?
I mean, you helped write
with the lyrics and shit.
You know what I'm saying?
But I performed it.
You know what I'm saying?
So I put my name on it.
'Cause, you know, everybody
thinks it's a freestyle.
How weird would it look
if people knew
that I didn't write a
freestyle that I performed?
You know what I mean?
So I just put my name on it,
made it simple.
About to get paid,
and then we gon' eat.
Don't even trip.
Ah.
♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
yeah ♪
♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah,
yeah ♪
♪ ♪
You sure know how to keep
things interesting, don't you?
That ain't what the fuck
I need right now, Cruz.
- Not what I need.
- Oh. Oh, excuse me.
You wanna talk needs?
Let's talk needs.
In four days, you have
a preliminary meeting
to determine whether or not
you're going on trial
for murder.
You're fiancée,
your dancers, your fans,
and not to mention
your fucking attorney
needed you
on your best behavior.
But you thought
it was a good idea
to not only violate the terms
of your house arrest,
but add assault charges
to the shit storm.
And now, now you wanna
talk about your needs.
Calm down.
You don't understand.
Sage, I get it.
You're innocent.
And I understand
why you're so fucking angry,
but you got to keep it together
and stop being
your own worst enemy.
Copy that.
It's absolutely mandatory
that you get your temper
under control.
You lose it out there,
that's one thing.
You lose your head in here,
that shit'll get you killed.
♪ ♪
Hey.
Are you okay?
I'm just trying
to keep it together.
This case is still
very winnable.
Now, it's all contingent upon
Sage keeping it all together,
which means you have
to keep it all together, too...
because if you don't,
well, he sure as fuck won't.
- Okay. Got it.
- And one more thing...
I need you to pay my retainer.
Cruz, I swear,
we are on top of it, okay?
It's just... the money's
tied up in this tour.
But once Rigo starts recouping,
I can...
Save... save the cash-flow
story for somebody else.
- All right.
- Pro bono is not my thing.
Don't let us down.
Hey, pay me my money.
Rigo, so your song's
streaming number one,
after that crazy
BMT performance.
I mean, your name's
just ringing bells
all over the place.
How does it feel
being on fire right now?
Now, you know
you only get to do this
for the first time once.
Oh, yeah.
For sure. For sure.
Uh, it feels good.
You know what I'm saying?
The hard work is
finally paying off.
I mean, I'm on a show
with Da Brat.
I mean, like, hey, I'm clearly
doing something right.
I'd say you doing
a lot of things right.
And that Sage take down
was one for the ages, whoo!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Where the hell you been?
I gotta leave in, like,
a minute.
I am sorry.
You know what?
I had the wrong thing on.
They made me change.
I tried to get here
as fast as I could.
- Okay. How are you?
- Just fucking peachy, 'Lette.
I'm in jail for some shit
I didn't fucking do.
What the fuck you...
I'm sorry.
You don't deserve that.
I'm... I'm... I'm okay.
I'm fine.
I spoke to Cruz. He said
he's gonna get you out of here.
Plus, I got this tour
under control...
Fuck the tour.
I'm about to go on trial
for my life, 'Lette.
You think I give a fuck
about a funky-ass tour?
I get it, okay?
But like it or not,
this funky-ass tour
is gonna help me afford
to get you out of here.
We gotta pay Cruz's retainer,
or else we're fucked.
All right, whatever.
Just keep this little nigga
Rigo under control, all right?
I will not have this
little fucker dissing me
in front of 75,000 people,
making me look like
a fucking murderer every night.
Matter of fact,
I will die in this bitch
before I let that
fucking BMT shit happen again.
Do you understand?
One thing about Rigo,
I'ma always speak my mind.
And if that means taking a
old suck a down in the process,
- hey...
- Ooh.
- All the better, you feel me?
- Yeah.
Well, that's actually
where I wanted to go.
- Mm-hmm.
- I mean, some people
still don't know why
you would be fronting a tour
for a man accused of shooting
your dad.
And then others feel like
you just doing this
to build yourself up.
I mean, here you are,
this young kid
who came up in Sage's program,
High Water,
under his tutelage.
And now you tryin'
to take down a icon
who people still have
a lot of love for, Rigo.
The situation
between me and him,
it's just that...
Between me and him.
Well, that's true,
but kind of not really,
because once you
make a beef public,
you open the door
for everybody to say somethin',
whether you like it or not.
A large segment of
the population still feels like
Sage is being falsely accused
and you just a tool being used
to take down
another powerful Black man.
Yeah.
Uh, I hear a lot of crazy
conspiracy-theory bullshit
like that, too,
but this ain't that.
For instance,
check out this tweet.
"Fuck Rigo. He makin' this
whole shit up to sell records.
Game is rigged."
Another guy says,
"Fuck this puppet being used
to take another king down."
Then he calls you
some derogatory things
that I don't feel comfortable
repeatin' before he says,
"These are the worst kind.
We see him, it's on sight."
Now, these are some
pretty serious threats, Rigo.
- Like, are you worried at all?
- Man, hell, no.
Ain't shit going down as long
as I'm around, a'ight?
We ten toes out here.
Fuck out of here.
That's on me.
- And who is this?
- Uh...
That's, uh, that's my brother.
Uh, I-I-let's just say
he's passionate.
- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.
Well, he look mad.
I need to talk to you.
Okay. Talk.
Alone.
Will you excuse us, please?
So what?
He's your bodyguard now?
No, he's just watching my back.
♪ ♪
What the fuck
is going on, Rigo?
You never said anything
about receiving death threats.
Because they're not
real threats, Poppy.
It's just people talkin' shit
on the Internet.
That's what Twitter's for,
all right?
Calm down. 'Quise got me.
We are good.
See, there you go
with that Marquise shit again.
First, you dis Sage
with Marquise in your ear,
now you're trusting him
with your security?
When what you should actually
be doing is not trusting him
because
he's not fucking helping.
Okay, well, he for damn sure
ain't hurtin'.
Okay?
Look, look, I got a meeting
to get to, all right?
Calm down.
We are good. We got this.
Chill...
with your fine ass, mm!
I'm killin' life
right now, baby, ooh!
Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Rigo, I swear,
if you pull some crap
like that ever again,
I will cancel the tour
my fucking self.
Go ahead and try! You can't
cancel shit, all right?
And I ain't toning
nothing down, a'ight?
If anything, I'm turning
shit up around here.
Rigo, I am serious.
No more anti-Sage material.
You're... you're shitting on an
innocent man, for God's sake.
He's not innocent. That's why
he's in fucking jail.
But you don't give a fuck,
do you?
'Cause Sage can't do
no wrong in your eyes
'cause you just
his fucking slave
with your brainwashed ass.
Would you talk some sense
into him already?
What do you want from me?
I like ticket sales,
and they got a hell of a lot
better after that show.
In fact,
we just sold out Chicago.
So I'm saying,
let Rigo be Rigo.
Keep up the good work, kid.
You hear that?
My show, my tour, my rules.
Let me slow your roll, cowboy.
She's the only person in this
room that's ran a tour before,
- so let's not get crazy.
- Mm.
Whatever.
Like I said,
what I say goes on anything
creative, all right?
And what is that
supposed to mean?
That means you just stay
in your little office,
answer phone calls, whatever
the hell you do in here.
Do that, all right?
Just stay the hell
out of my way, okay?
I'm out.
Five, six.
And smooth.
Keep your lines.
♪ ♪
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Yo, stay focused.
♪ ♪
Tal, you good?
- Yeah.
- Wanna take five?
What?
- Wanna take five?
- Uh, yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
Whoa. Hold up.
Where you think you're going?
- You leaving?
- Yeah.
Um, sorry, I got to go home.
It's something I ate.
You're going home?
Tal, you can't leave right now.
We have a million things to do.
I need you here.
Tal, I need you...
Yeah, I get it, but unless
you want to see me
puke my guts
all over this place,
then I would just suggest
you rethink that request.
Sorry.
I really hope you get
to feeling better.
♪ ♪
Let's get this bitch.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
You know what it is, fish.
Time to pay your taxes.
"Taxes."
I don't know what the fuck
you talkin' about.
Let me explain it real fast.
It's real simple.
You know that bunk
you got in there, hmm?
You pay rent for that, homey.
Word?
Word.
And you pay rent to keep
breathin', too, motherfucker.
So you can put some money
on my books by midnight,
or we can lace up tomorrow, you
know what I'm talkin' about?
Wastin' your time, pimp.
Like I said, I don't know what
the fuck you talkin' about.
♪ ♪
Hey, yo.
Guards on your head, man.
Chill.
♪ ♪
Hey, what the hell
are you doing?
♪ ♪
I ain't no fuckin' punk.
Do you know
who you fuckin' with?
Lotto calls shots around here.
Don't you ever disrespect him,
especially in front
of other people.
So what I'm supposed to do,
just be weak?
Look, everybody know
you can afford the tax.
What you can't afford's
a fade with that dude, man.
That elbow was just a warm-up.
Pay the tax. Make it to court.
Take yo ass home
in one piece, man.
Thanks for the advice,
but I got it, a'ight?
What? Wait, what do
you mean you got into a fight?
It's like... it's nothin'.
Don't worry about it.
What's going with Cruz?
Ah, well,
everything's under control.
I set up a private showcase
for Rigo tonight
at The Tabernacle.
So we'll shake out
Rigo's new numbers there
before we roll him out
in front of a stadium crowd.
Yeah, yeah. Make him walk
before we need him to fly.
I like that. Smart.
And not only
are we gonna use it
as a warm-up for the tour,
but Jimmy's gettin' us
paid in cash,
cash that'll take care
of Cruz's retainer.
Finally something good.
I needed that shit.
'Cause let me tell you,
I need to get the fuck up
out of here sooner than later,
you feel me?
- I'm working on it.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Now, what's... what's going on
with this little nigga Rigo?
All right, we set him straight.
No more bullshit.
No more disses.
I told you I'd
handle it, so it's handled.
Rigo's on a short leash.
In fact, I've got Tal
working with him as we speak.
Yo, Justin, hurry up!
You're gonna be late
for school!
- I'm not going!
- Say what?
You either go to school,
or you can throw on an apron
and come to work,
'cause they're
one size fits all.
Why do I have to go
if Tal's not going?
All these goddamn questions!
Get ready!
Yeah.
- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm good.
I'm just not going in today.
Hmm.
Don't you got
some big tour, uh,
you're supposed to be
getting ready for?
What's going on?
Is Sage just killing
all the biracial dancers?
What the fuck?
It's just some stupid stuff
at work... I will be fine.
Of course it's stupid.
It's Rigo's tour.
He's stupid, but yesterday
you couldn't stop talking
about how great it was.
"Yo, we doing this,
and we doing that."
Now today, "What the fuck?
What happened?"
I don't...
I don't want to talk about it.
You don't want to talk?
Oh, okay. I respect that.
I'm not gonna press you.
But at some point, you're gonna
work through this, okay?
You're not gonna sit here
eating all my cereal,
talking about
your feelings is hurt.
Fuck that. You understand me?
You want to work through it?
Cut the grass. Paint the house.
Fix some shit around this...
Oh, you... oh, you putting
your earbuds in?
You can hear me, nigga!
And, Justin,
if you're not ready
in five, four, three...
Fuck it! You walking!
Better go.
He'll leave without you.
Milk! Oh, shit!
Whoa.
Al!
Oh, my God.
- Shit. Ahh!
- Uncle Al.
I'll call an ambulance.
No, call two.
One for me
and one for whoever left
this spilled milk on the floor!
It wasn't me.
♪ How you think this shit
About the work? ♪
♪ I put up with way too much ♪
♪ To let you keep on
Hurting me ♪
♪ You know that you got
Some fucking nerve ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ If you want everything
Got to give me everything ♪
♪ Why you got
To act surprised? ♪
They can't be serious.
They're really trying
to ice us out.
Your guess is as good as mine.
♪ I can make a deal ♪
♪ If you're just good to me
Yeah... ♪
But still, you can't let
the small stuff distract you.
That goes for Marquise, too.
I know you're not talking.
What?
Okay, Davis and I have been
spending
a lot less time together,
if you haven't noticed.
I'm about the work right now.
You should be, too.
♪ I put up with way too much ♪
♪ To let you keep on
Hurting me ♪
♪ You know that
You got some fucking nerve ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, you got to
Got to give me everything ♪
Yeah.
- Where's Tal?
- Home sick.
Tell him he ain't allowed
to get sick no more.
I'm just playing.
I'm just playing.
You play too much.
Okay, everyone, listen up.
So tonight
we are doing a club gig
to work out the kinks
on this show.
So consider it a dry run
for Chicago.
So I need everyone
to bring their A-games, okay?
Babe, did you see what
I was putting together there?
I think on this part,
we should repeat and go here.
Yeah. You like that?
Be like, hey, what it do?
Okay.
Hey. Yo, man, fuck all of that.
What y'all need to do is get
Angel and Odalie back up here,
'cause that shit was crazy.
Hold up.
Who the fuck you think you are
speaking in our rehearsal?
Know what? That's an idea.
I like it. Smart thinking.
- What's your name?
- Marquise.
All right,
everyone, listen to Marquise.
He fucking gets it.
Oh, hell, no.
I know you not just
about to stand there.
Hell, nah.
I'm ready to get to work.
Hey, yo, you two, come on,
get back up here.
♪ ♪
You're persistent.
I'll give you that.
Just checkin' in, bro.
By the way,
a couple tips to help you
survive this bitch.
Number one, don't gamble.
If you lose, you owe,
and that's bad.
If you win,
now somebody else is
pissed off, and that's bad.
Two, never enter
another man's cell
without his permission.
That's disrespect, and
disrespect will get you killed.
And three, stay as clean
as fucking possible, man,
unless you are trying
to plead insanity.
Then by all means,
shit all over yourself.
Trouble shitting? Holla at me.
I can get soy products
in this bitch, too.
That... that's good to know.
I'm serious, man.
You gotta stay chill in here.
That's why I be trying
to laugh all the time,
'cause what's the use
in being all mad, man?
Folks gotta learn
to just put they anger aside
and just chill the fuck out
'cause it ain't like
we going anywhere.
- You know what I'm saying?
- Fuck.
What's up, bitch?
♪ ♪
I said what's up, motherfucker?
This ain't got shit
to do with you, Magic,
so you can bounce your ass
on up out of here, bro.
I think I'm good where I'm at.
Yo, yo, it's cool.
You cool.
You can go ahead and go.
I'm fine.
I like it here.
♪ ♪
We'll talk.
What's up, man?
I'ma give you one more chance
to make this shit right
before I make it real wrong.
I'm listening.
Pay what you owe,
and ain't shit bad
gotta happen to you, cuz.
Sorry.
Can't do it.
You sorry?
Okay.
We can do this shit
one of two ways, then.
My way or my way pissed off,
motherfucker.
Shit.
You want some, too? Huh?
- Fuck out of here.
- I'm good, man.
Yo, I... I thought
that you said be chill.
What I meant was,
keep your temper.
See, in here, you gotta
keep your temper
until it's time
to lose your temper!
Fuck -I... I... I don't know
what to say, dog. What...
Don't say shit.
Come on, let's go.
♪ ♪
Wow.
Doctor-prescribed
Cheetos and couch, huh?
I'm not in the mood, Pop.
I don't care about your mood,
'cause while you were here
making love
to Chester the Cheetah,
I was losing my job
to fucking Marquise.
Hope you're happy.
Can you not say that name
in this house?
- Who?
- Marquise.
Don't talk about him around me.
I'm serious.
O... kay. My bad.
I was just venting.
Since when did you and Marquise
become a thing?
You remember the day that
I auditioned for High Water?
The day that I ran there and
begged Sage to let me try out,
like my life was on the line?
Okay, everyone
remembers that, Tal.
What does this have to do
with anything?
That's who I was running from.
Marquise is the asshole
that beat me up.
What?
When I ran away
from that school,
when I pissed myself,
when I...
when I almost fucking died,
it-it-it was because of him.
It's one thing to see him out
in the street
or-or to see him at a party...
That's fine.
I can accept that,
but at High Water!
You know, the place
that I ran to, no! Fuck, no!
Tal, I swear to God,
I had no idea
that Marquise did that to you.
I am so sorry.
Please forgive me.
But you know what?
You know, fuck him, right?
Like, High Water is your house,
and we're your family.
Okay?
You can't just walk out,
because I need you.
We all need you.
I got your back, for real.
Yo.
Hello.
Why you not dressed?
You do know we have
a show tonight, right?
And you too. What's going on?
What, I gotta be the
road manager around here, too?
Could've left the Cheetos.
You know what?
Why don't you go
without me tonight?
- What?
- Yeah.
Have fun with your
new choreographer, Marquise.
Come on, don't do this.
I'm not trying to do
this alone, a'ight?
I don't wanna do this
without you.
Well, you don't act like it.
What? That's because I got a lot
of shit going on, Poppy,
but you know
you always on my mind.
I even wrote a song
about you and everything.
♪ Nobody said it would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ But I'm ridin'
And that's a guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't no tellin' your story ♪
♪ Without me ♪
Man, can we just...
If you really wanna impress me,
make Marquise disappear.
It's that simple.
It's either him or me.
Well, Poppy, I can't do that.
He's my damn brother.
Is he? Is that really true?
Because I think that's
just some corner-boy gossip
got your head
all fucked up, Rigo.
Yo, Poppy, come on.
Look, can we just go?
No.
Have fun
at your little show tonight.
And if you want to see me,
you know where to find me.
I'll just be here
at the house
with my friends.
Whatever.
Pop, I... I didn't mean...
It's okay, Tal.
It's not about us.
It's about him.
I just need him to acknowledge
his shit for once
so I know
I'm not fucking crazy.
But you are crazy.
I still got your back, though.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
Can I have some Cheetos?
♪ ♪
Yo.
- Cool if I come in?
- You're good.
See what I did there?
I'm taking your advice.
"Respect a man's territory"
thing.
Fast learner.
A'ight, man, let's get to it.
What... what was that about?
Why would you do that?
I don't know.
Figured you were good people.
Yeah, but how do you know?
The way I look at it,
only good people build schools.
You know, me and my partners
used to come up to High Water
and hang out all the time.
- Yeah?
- Hell, yeah.
Y'all had all the chicks.
Shit, that's right.
Nothing like dancers.
Man.
Yo, when I first heard
about it, though,
a lot of people
were badmouthing it,
saying it was a publicity stunt
and that you were
just using broke people
to make yourself look good.
But it seemed
cool as shit to me.
Shit, I even thought
about auditioning once.
Fuck out of here.
- I came this close, man.
- Oh, shit.
All right, come on, come on,
what happened?
Man, when I was standing
on line,
I started looking around
and seeing all these
professional motherfuckers
and all this big-time shit,
and I-I was like,
"What the hell am I doing
trying to be a dancer?"
You know what I'm saying?
Like, that ain't my world.
Folks gonna be laughing
they asses off.
So, when my turn came, uh...
to make a long story short,
I basically punked out.
I know. Stupid, right?
All right.
And I still think about
that shit sometimes, man.
Like, what would've happened
if somebody would've made me
do that shit.
Know what I'm saying?
Who knows, man?
Maybe I wouldn't have
ended up here.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Looks pretty good to me.
We're good.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Bro, you see this shit?
It's crazy out there,
but it's the new normal.
You hear me?
This how it's supposed to be.
We here now, baby.
It's like you said,
we just gettin' started.
Rigo.
You doing any
of Marquise's songs tonight?
A couple of the words are his,
but the rest is all me.
Hey, dog.
Don't even trip
on that, man.
She don't really know
how we operate.
Yo, respect out here.
How do you feel about me
rockin' with you tonight?
- Tonight?
- Well, I mean, yeah.
You know, it's kind of
one thing to see you
always doing your thing,
but I don't know.
I think I'm ready
to test out some of my shit.
I mean, yeah, look, I know.
If it was just me,
you know what I'm saying,
I'd be cool with it,
but this some Spartika shit.
You know what I'm saying?
I ain't tryin' to rock
the boat just yet.
You gotta let me
finesse this real quick.
You know what I mean?
Hey, don't even trip, though.
As soon as I get in there,
I got you. We on.
- Okay.
- Yeah, that's right.
Okay, yeah.
A'ight, cool.
Yeah.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome to the stage,
the next ATL legend
in the making...
That's my cue!
Rigo Octavio!
Mm!
Yo, showtime. Let's go.
Rigo! Rigo! Rigo! Rigo! Rigo!
Rigo! Rigo! Rigo!
♪ Picked the wrong fight ♪
♪ Picked the wrong night,
and I ain't gon' be here ♪
♪ For none of the pretty-boy
Shit in these streetlights ♪
♪ Got one eye on the scepter ♪
♪ Keepin' one eye on my blood ♪
♪ Enemies on a stretcher ♪
♪ Down there breakin'
They necks to look up ♪
♪ Police at my trap ♪
♪ Got the family in my guap ♪
♪ Got my name up
In they mouth ♪
♪ I'ma have to shut 'em up ♪
♪ Yeah
I'm on a whole nother level ♪
♪ Standin' up
Under the pressure ♪
♪ Doing it better
Than veterans ♪
♪ I'ma take the throne ♪
♪ Comin' for the top ♪
♪ I'ma be that King Kong
Can't nobody stop ♪
♪ Y'all ain't ready for me ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Y'all ain't ready for me ♪
♪ Y'all ain't, y'all ain't ♪
♪ I'ma take the throne ♪
♪ Pops passed me this torch
Gave me this fire ♪
♪ Got me this horsepower
My fists clenched ♪
♪ And I'm Superman
In this high tower ♪
♪ I'ma run up the business
Like a track star ♪
♪ Olympic golden chains
On my neck ♪
♪ Came through
Drippin' with respect ♪
♪ Show me your pride
And I'll humble it ♪
♪ Show me your castle
I'll crumble it ♪
♪ Quick on my feet
And y'all stumblin', fumblin' ♪
♪ Over the shit
That I do in my sleep ♪
♪ And I'm ready
To run with it ♪
♪ Ready for whoever
Come with it ♪
♪ I ain't gon' never
Be done with it ♪
Great idea, Ms. Jones.
You see this?
This shit's gonna work!
Yeah, you want to tell me
when I've been wrong so far?
Y'all ready to hear me shit
on a jailbird, tonight?
Yo, King,
you know what time it is.
Boy, drop that.
- Kid's a fucking natural.
- Too natural.
Can we pull back
on the Sage shit?
♪ ♪
♪ I see a lot
Of niggas talkin' ♪
♪ But I ain't
Really discussin' ♪
♪ Never been the type
To argue ♪
♪ With motherfuckers
Who dumpin' ♪
♪ I was rushin'
To the scene of the crime ♪
♪ And they ain't catch it ♪
♪ Set to chop a nigga's
Spleen on the ground ♪
♪ Covered in ketchup
Now let us pray ♪
♪ And burn Sage
To a mountain of dust ♪
♪ You son of a bitch
You wicked as fuck ♪
♪ You backstabbin'
Two-timin'-ass nigga ♪
♪ Really switched on East ♪
♪ Should a known his only son
Was a hell of a beast ♪
♪ You feel me? ♪
♪ Fuck Sage Odom
And you can quote it ♪
♪ He got away with murder
And he floated ♪
♪ Should a noticed
I was comin' ♪
♪ Cliqued up and reloaded ♪
♪ And now I got the chrome
Gripped up ♪
♪ And exploded
No withholding ♪
♪ You can't see you
In the streets ♪
♪ You'll be out, my nigga ♪
♪ I'm a motherfuckin' rider
A rider ♪
♪ Run up on me
And we slidin', I'm slidin' ♪
♪ They be watchin'
Never try us, try us ♪
♪ You gonna end up
Hearing sirens, sirens ♪
♪ I'm a motherfuckin' rider
A rider ♪
♪ Run up on me
And we slidin', we slidin' ♪
♪ They be watchin'
Never try us, try us ♪
♪ You gonna end up
Hearing sirens, sirens ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
I got a question
for you, though.
How many niggas in here
you feel like might have
the same story you got?
I don't know.
- Never asked.
- Why not?
This
ain't quite the environment
to talk about your passion
for the arts, you feel me?
Fuck that. Any environment
is a good environment
to talk about some shit
you passionate about.
What?
Nigga, you think
High Water's just a building?
Nah, nigga,
that shit is a movement
'cause I'm a fucking movement.
You know, fuck that. Every
nigga is a fucking movement.
And every moment is a moment
if you looking at that shit
the right way.
So come on. Lace up.
What?
I mean... I mean dance.
♪ ♪
Come on, you said you wanted
to audition, right?
Here's your chance.
Right here?
I mean,
unless you got reservations
or you got
somewhere else to be.
Oh, okay, okay,
you on some scared shit.
Right, right. All right.
I mean, who am I to judge?
Punk out.
That's twice you've punked out.
I'm just... Oh, you...
Oh, okay, cool. Cool.
All right. Cool.
- ♪ What? ♪
- ♪ Lil Jon, East side Boyz ♪
Show me somethin'.
♪ Let's go ♪
♪ They calling me
To come back to the streets ♪
♪ Sean P., AKA Sharp Crease ♪
I'm just waiting on you
to impress me.
Take your time.
Take your time.
♪ ♪
Oh, yeah, that's...
That ain't it.
♪ Bring them Ks in ♪
♪ I'm still Attic
A-double-T-I-C ♪
♪ It ain't a ho out there
For real ♪
All right, all right.
Let's turn up. Let's turn up.
Oh!
♪ I will go get it
And I ain't selfish ♪
♪ I will let you
And your ho feel it ♪
♪ Won't catch me sippin' on no
Cris and got a cold feelin' ♪
♪ It's Youngbloodz A-Town
Malt liquor sippin' ♪
♪ Comin' straight
From the gutter ♪
♪ Toe-tag a mother...
Leave 'em under a cover ♪
All right, all right. Yeah.
♪ Tote the heat
To make ya mug, then slug ya ♪
♪ If you don't give a damn
Go on, throw it up. Hey! ♪
♪ If you don't give a damn
Go on, throw it up. Hey! ♪
♪ If you don't give a damn
Go on, throw it up. Hey! ♪
♪ If you don't give a damn
Go on, throw it up. Hey! ♪
♪ Don't start no stuff
Won't be no stuff ♪
♪ Don't start no stuff
Won't be no stuff ♪
♪ Don't start no stuff
Won't be no stuff ♪
♪ Don't start no stuff
Won't be no stuff ♪
♪ I post up, get to it
Drink hand in hand ♪
♪ They call me
Mr. Herringbone ♪
♪ 'Cause that's
My right-hand man ♪
♪ Old school, straight foolish
Like no other, indeed ♪
♪ With Lil Jon
It's Youngbloodz ♪
♪ They crunk as can be ♪
♪ Attic Crew 105, that's
If you lookin' to rumble ♪
♪ Cock back, bust aim
Now I done got your number ♪
- You did that shit, nigga.
- Yo.
Reminded me of me
a little bit out there.
- Yeah?
- Back then, bro,
- I used to be with my little...
- Whoa.
Yo, yo. What the fuck?
He ain't do nothing.
You call fighting nothing?
You're in the hole, buddy.
♪ ♪
Shit.
♪ ♪
I'm gonna make it do
what it do.
Hey, appreciate the love, bruh.
A'ight, you be good, a'ight?
Yes, sir. Yes, yes.
Much love, much love.
Oh, hey. You want me
to sign somewhere? Okay.
What's your name, sweetheart?
Alexandria.
Sign it right here.
Ooh. Okay.
Where are you going?
There's an after-party, and he
asked me if I wanted to go.
- Come on.
- You wanna go?
You should be careful
around him.
Maybe he should be careful
around me
'cause I might fuck around
and make him fall for me.
Remember what
I was saying about focusing?
We should go home,
and we should get some sleep.
Why are you being so boring?
Aren't we supposed
to be having fun?
This is not really
my idea of fun.
Appreciate you
coming out, a'ight?
Get that tatted on there, too.
That's gonna be worth
a lot of money, you feel me?
Damn, just wanna
invite y'all to the after-party
at Luckies.
Followed by fine dining
at the Waffle House,
but since you wanna
side-eye a brother,
then there's more hash browns
for me.
Oh, you got a unit?
You got, like, a whole...
this a whole situation.
Charlie's Angels, plus one.
Y'all looking good. Okay.
What up, Ten Toes?
Talk that tough shit now.
Yeah, excuse me, but, uh,
I know you motherfuckers?
Nah, motherfucker,
but I know you.
Ignore her.
- I want them hash browns.
- Yeah?
What else you want?
Get the fuck
out of here, niggas.
What the fuck's going on?
♪ ♪
Oh, shit!
Stay down!
- All clear!
- You good?
- You need medical attention?
- I'm straight, bro.
You sure? I got a car
nearby, Mr. Octavio.
Yeah, man.
Who the fuck are you?
Your boss hired us.
What boss?
I ain't got no fucking boss.
We're here
because of Ms. Jones.
Hey, bro, you straight?
'Quise, what the fuck, man?
You had one fucking job, man!
One!
You couldn't even do that?
Hey, hey, I'm so sorry, bro.
- I didn't mean...
- Man, don't "I'm sorry" me.
Miss me with all that shit.
Maybe if you was focused
on what the fuck you were
supposed to be doing
instead of trying to get
on the goddamn stage and be me,
this shit
wouldn't have happened!
- Oh, see, now you pushing it.
- Pushing it?
I don't give a fuck, 'Quise!
I almost got shot 'cause
you was out here sleepin'!
God damn!
No wonder why my dad put you
on them shitty-ass corners.
'Cause you out here
fuckin' up.
This shit got me wondering,
nigga, are you even my brother?
'Cause we don't have fuck-ups
in this family, nigga.
Nigga, life was easier
when you was locked up, bro.
- It's like that?
- No, nigga.
It's exactly like that.
Now go somewhere, nigga!
Leave me the fuck alone!
Bounce, 'Quise!
Why the fuck you're still here?
Leave!
♪ ♪
You're absolutely
sure you've never seen
either of those two men before?
Never in my life.
Okay.
We'll contact you if we need
any more questions answered.
All right.
Thank you, Officer.
You all right?
Did not see that coming.
You saved my life.
That's what I do, Rigo.
I handle shit.
I'm about anticipating
what's next,
and I'm really
fucking good at it,
even if you don't
want me around.
I know. I know, all right?
It's just hard, 'cause...
like, as far as I'm concerned,
you and Sage are
the same person.
That's not true.
I am my own person.
I had a life before Sage, and
I had a life before High Water.
I understand that,
but...
it's just hard as hell
to trust you.
Are you serious?
You really don't trust me?
You know, Sage hated when
I brought you into High Water,
but I knew
how talented you were.
So I complicated
my life anyways,
because I believed in you.
I knew you could be a star.
And, shoot, should I remind you
who put you on this tour?
Damn. And then made you
the headliner.
And here you are,
questioning if I'm the one
that's against you.
You know, it really, really,
really hurt me
when you sat in my office
and you told me
my creative input
is of no value.
You know your entire career
is my vision, right?
I mean that in a good way.
And I was right.
I mean,
look what you did tonight.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
He is singing for his life.
Ain't that right?
- Al, are you watching?
- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.
- Who you think gonna win?
Because the guy beforehand
was killing it.
Maybe they're both gonna win.
It's a TV show.
They can do anything.
I need to let you uh,
walk to school more often.
You pretty smart.
♪ ♪
Somethin' happened to Rigo.
What's wrong? What...
I don't know. I just need
to get across town.
Take my car.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
Since you're on a roll...
Mm...
...I would like your thoughts
on, uh, this one joint
I'm working on,
if that's okay with you.
So now you want
my creative input.
Okay, woman, will you
just make up your mind?
Okay, okay, okay.
- Show me what you got.
- All right.
I see someone's trying
to sexy it up a little bit.
All right, I like it.
Like, I'm trying to get
in everybody's pockets.
You know what I mean?
I want all the money.
It's just... I'm just
struggling on some parts.
You know what I mean?
See, look, right here?
Here come the hook.
♪ ♪
That sound crazy, right?
No, no. Actually, no,
it's not that bad.
It's just maybe, you need to
fix the Auto-Tune in the mix.
It doesn't really go.
You know what I mean?
I feel you.
You know...
sometimes you can kill them
with the tuxedo
- with the Jordans, you know?
- Mm-hmm.
But uh, other times you gotta
go full tuxedo mode on 'em.
You know what I'm saying?
And this is definitely
one of those sophisticated,
full-tuxedo-type vibes.
Here we go.
Man, I'm trying
to get my Sinatra on.
- You feel me?
- Okay. Okay.
All right, look, hey, just
picture this, a'ight?
- Mm-hmm.
- Vegas.
- Mm-hmm.
- I got the Tom Ford on.
I got the bow tie undone,
the diamonds glistening,
as usual.
You know what I'm saying?
Got a stogie on deck, you know?
Oh, my gosh.
You probably want me in one
of them Sage Odom's hats, too,
don't you?
Okay, come on, just play
the fuckin' song already.
How about you meet me
at the stage?
Come on, Rigo.
Don't do this to me, please.
Pick up. Pick up, please.
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling my story
Without you ♪
♪ And no matter what ♪
- Yeah.
- ♪ Know that I got... ♪
Uh, we can flip it.
Hold on, hold on.
♪ Nobody said it would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ And there is no guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't telling
Your story without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling my story
Without you ♪
♪ No matter what
Know that I got you ♪
- Ain't no telling my story...
- Ain't no telling your story...
- Your story.
- Without me.
- Without you. Okay!
- Boom.
♪ ♪
♪ Hey, nobody said
It would be ♪
♪ It would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ But I'm ridin', I'm ridin'
And that's a guarantee ♪
♪ That's a guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't no telling
Your story without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling
Your story without me ♪
- ♪ Without me ♪
- Yeah.
♪ There ain't
No you without me ♪
Just like that.
♪ There ain't
No you without me ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ ♪