Wu-Tang: An American Saga (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - All That I Got is You - full transcript
HAZE: The fuck you think
was gonna happen?
Jah robbed the nigga.
[gunshots]
SHA: Everybody loved Jah Son.
Everybody.
‐ What up, nigga?
[crowd gasps]
‐ Why you coming at me
like that?
You know Jah was my man too!
‐ Tell Cressy
we'd rather starve
than to fuck with y'all niggas.
‐ You and D just burned
that bridge with Haze, right?
‐ Couldn't put out
for another key anyway.
Lost all our shit in the fire.
POWER: It ain't about
taking out a single enemy.
It's about taking out
the entire competition.
‐ Yo, the money?
Nothing?
[sirens approaching]
‐ Fuck!
BOBBY: All that money's
going towards that lawyer.
‐ If I can argue
that it's for personal use,
you'll get a lighter sentence.
‐ I ain't no goddamn crackhead.
‐ You are going to admit
to being the biggest crackhead
if it means
you get to come home.
‐ Why don't make music
with my brother anymore?
DENNIS: Yo, I'm out here
putting in work.
It look like I got time
to be messing with all that?
MAN: Rap battle, son.
‐ $5,000.
Surprised to see
your ass, nigga.
‐ You know I'm just trying
to snatch that cake,
know what I mean?
That's to get
your brother out.
DARIUS: Does Bobby know
you're fucking his sister?
[laughs]
[sweeping instrumentals]
♪ ♪
[brakes hiss]
[indistinct chatter]
GIRL: Hey, y'all.
TANAKA: What's up?
GIRL: Hey girl, I like your skirt.
MAN: Hey, yo.
Damn, y'all looking
fine as hell today.
You know you wanna
give me that number.
TANAKA: Ain't nobody
gonna give you shit.
MAN: Come on,
why you gotta be like that?
‐ Because numbers lead
to fucking,
and you ain't ready
for all of this.
MAN: Oh, really?
Why don't you just
give me them digits
and we could find out?
Unless you scared.
‐ "Scared"?
Boy, if I gave you
a piece of this,
you'd lose your mind.
[brakes hissing]
I'ma call you.
‐ Oh, yeah?
TANAKA: Nah.
[girls laughing]
He ain't shit.
GIRL: He cute, though.
TANAKA: "Cute"?
Nah, he fine as hell.
Been trying to get up in me
for I don't know how long.
‐ For real?
TANAKA: I might let him in
once or twice at the prom.
[girls laughing, exclaiming]
What?
I'm too loud for you?
Can't concentrate on your book?
[scoffs] This bitch on
some preppy white girl shit.
Reading Little Women.
Well, the back of the bus
is for niggas.
‐ [laughs]
‐ You right about that.
‐ Oh, so you a smart‐ass bitch?
I don't think you know
who you fucking with.
‐ I'm fucking with some bitch
who gonna let that nigga
"slide up in her
once or twice at prom,"
end up with his baby,
and then two months later,
he gonna end up in jail
while she end up riding
the back of this bus
for the rest of her life.
[door hisses]
[brakes squeal]
[soft pop music playing]
[doorbell rings]
[knocking on door]
[approaching footsteps]
[knocking]
‐ Yo, it's Dennis.
Hey, you know
I can see you, right?
‐ Divine ain't here yet.
‐ Yeah, well, he told me
to meet him here.
So I'm supposed
to wait outside?
Come on, it's baking out here.
‐ [sighs]
I got seven minutes of quiet
before hurricane Randy
gets here, so shh.
‐ Yo, chill, I'll be quiet.
‐ [sighs]
‐ What you got?
Like, homework or something?
‐ Geometry quiz tomorrow.
‐ Well, maybe I could help you.
You know, I be knowing
triangles and shit.
[sniffs]
"Circumference"?
Yo, ain't that
what the Jews be getting?
[pencil slaps down]
♪ ♪
Hey, yo, what's good
with the TV?
‐ Uh, that's just 'cause
it's hooked up to the VCR.
When Randy gets home, he likes
to watch his, uh, Voltron
and, uh, Speed Racer.
‐ Yeah, my brothers be
the same way.
[sniffs]
Yo, Shaolin versus Wu Tang?
Yo, this my shit right here.
I been trying‐‐
I been trying to rent this
from the video store
for, like, months now.
‐ Yeah, my brother
ain't giving that one back.
DENNIS: Yo, let me borrow it.
‐ That's Bobby's.
‐ Bobby gon' let me borrow it.
[door opens]
Yo, what up, Randy?
‐ 'Sup?
‐ How's school?
‐ Good.
DENNIS: Oh...[murmurs].
‐ You spill it,
you watch it from the kitchen.
‐ Ain't nobody
gonna spill nothing.
‐ [sucks tongue]
Okay.
[sighs]
[items shuffling, clattering]
‐ Rie, fix me something to eat.
And put ice in my drink.
The heat's killing me already.
‐ Yo, what up?
DIVINE: I was just with Power.
Me and him...[sighs]
we done.
‐ Hey, yo, what you mean
"y'all done"?
‐ We ain't working together
no more.
‐ Yo, but son‐‐
‐ I don't want to speak on it.
Not now.
I need you to be
my right‐hand man now, D.
‐ I got you.
It's nothing.
[hands slap]
[small laugh]
‐ Helps if you scrape the food
off the plate, Vine.
‐ I'm putting it in the sink.
What else do you want?
SHURRIE: If you don't
scrape it, then we got bugs.
DIVINE: Hey, yo, just leave it.
Come on, I'm dragging your ass
out in the heat.
Yo, let's go!
[soft pop music]
♪ ♪
SHURRIE: [laughs]
Uh‐uh.
Not in here.
My brother only smokes
in the basement.
‐ Yo.
‐ "Yo."
‐ [laughs]
[murmurs]
‐ Mm‐hmm.
♪ ♪
‐ What would Vine
and Bobby think?
Me being here with you.
‐ I don't know.
You wanna tell them?
‐ Why not?
‐ [laughs]
Boy, stop being stupid.
♪ ♪
DENNIS: [sniffs]
‐ I heard you were great
at the Park Villa last week.
‐ Yeah, well, I lost, so‐‐
SHURRIE: That's not the point.
‐ Then what's the point?
♪ ♪
Hey, yo, wouldn't you‐‐
wouldn't you rather
be with a dude
that's more like you?
Into books and shit?
♪ ♪
‐ If I was, I would be.
♪ ♪
Come on.
We gotta get up.
‐ [sighs]
[metal clanks]
LINDA: I'm tired, Divine.
Tired of paying
for collect phone calls.
Tired of paying
for your lawyer.
Driving across town
just to see my son,
who could take a plea deal.
It's not just you up in here.
It's us.
Your family.
Once you realize that...
maybe you do the right thing.
‐ [sighs]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
I'll take the deal.
All done here.
[footsteps]
[somber music]
[Divine sniffles]
[buzzer]
[metallic clank]
[hip‐hop music]
[men grunting]
[blade resounds]
♪ ♪
[gun cocks]
♪ ♪
[dice thud]
♪ ♪
[blade resounds]
FIVE PERCENTER:
'Cause you got to understand
everything in life,
'cause everything in life
is [indistinct].
A man must obtain knowledge
of himself
in order to survive here
in the wilderness
of North America.
He must know his ledge
before he falls off the edge
into the pits
of this civilization.
Black people
are the original people
and father of civilization,
and we out living
other than our what?
‐ Self!
Hey!
Stop ringing that damn bell
of Nimrod.
The brother's trying to teach.
Yo, Rakeem!
CHESS PLAYER: Need some help,
young blood?
BOBBY: No, I'm good.
FIVE PERCENTER:
Get your mind together right.
‐ You know, I've had this tie
since I was...eight years old.
[grunts]
I still can't get it right.
‐ So why you trying now?
BOBBY: Applying for jobs.
I need money, and this seems
to be the place to be.
‐ Sure is.
For this, that, and the other.
Looks to me
like you got a whole lotta
weight on your spirit.
But there ain't gonna be
no excuse
for the ass whipping
I'm about to lay on you.
[click]
[laughs]
BOBBY: I just got
an ass whooping at this battle.
If I would have won,
I would have been on course.
I wouldn't be sitting here
tying this fucking noose
around my neck.
CHESS PLAYER: Well, let me
tell you something.
The reason why
most people lose
is because they can't see
the win right in front of them.
Your move!
[TV playing in background]
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ [light laugh]
‐ [slurps]
[liquid splashes]
[dish clatters]
‐ [hisses through teeth]
[dog barks distantly]
[bottle clatters]
‐ Can you, uh,
hand me the butter?
[TV continues in background]
[lid clatters]
Hey, Bobby.
‐ Hey.
What up, Dennis?
DENNIS: Yo, what up?
‐ What you doing here?
‐ So I was, uh,
brainstorming some ways
for us to make some dough.
I wanted to run
some ideas past you
before we both run out
of food in the fridge.
‐ And I said he might as well
stay for dinner, so...
‐ All right.
Smells good.
Is Mommy gonna be here
for dinner?
‐ Nah, she working
a double tonight.
Randy, you ready to eat?
RANDY: After my show!
BOBBY: Yo.
So, uh, I figured out a way
for us to make some money.
‐ What?
‐ You know how them
Wall Street cats
be coming up to me in the park
asking me for weed?
‐ Psss. Crack ass crackers.
‐ Yo, consistently copping,
right?
And the Jakes don't be around
stopping shit.
‐ And?
‐ We gotta get in on that.
‐ Wait, what?
[laughs]
‐ That's the hustle we need.
It's foolproof.
No 5‐0, no real comp.
Your shit is stress‐free.
Way fucking easier
than moving blue tops.
Literally, uh, a walk
in the park.
SHURRIE: Better be rinsing
that dish off.
BOBBY: [scoffs]
‐ Hey, yo, I don't know, son.
I think we need
to talk to Vine first
and see what he think.
‐ What?
Man...
wasn't you the one
who told me Vine ain't here.
We in charge now.
All right.
[clears throat]
You been brainstorming,
so let's hear what you got.
‐ Nah, nah, nah.
I‐‐I mean, your idea
is more thought out, but...
it could work.
But, yo, how we gon'‐‐
how we gon' get the money
to buy the weed?
[ferry horn honking]
[heavy rap music playing
over speakers]
[knocking on door]
DENNIS: What up, Momma?
‐ I can already tell
you niggas want something.
‐ Hey, you ain't even
gotta do nothing, all right?
We just‐‐we just need
a extra couple rolls of film.
‐ Uh‐uh. See?
I tried to be nice once
and now y'all trying
to take advantage.
‐ Yo, look, we iced out,
all right?
We just sold my brother's car.
We ain't got no money.
‐ I said no.
BOBBY: [clicks tongue]
Hey, where's Shotgun at?
‐ I don't know.
Something happened
with the forklift.
He messed up his ankle.
He ain't been back since.
‐ Fuck this shit, we'll find
another way to get the weed.
‐ Did you say "weed"?
♪ ♪
[Wilson Pickett's
Get Me Back On Time ]
BOBBY: Thanks for all
this film, Momma.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
♪ ♪
DENNIS: How much
you paying wholesale?
We giving it to you
for half a that.
♪ ♪
SINGER:
♪ Engine, engine number nine ♪
‐ Got a...couple extra
I need to get rid of.
Thank you.
SINGER:
♪ Get me back on time ♪
♪ Come on, move on down ♪
DENNIS: Hey, yo.
SINGER: ♪ Keep that steam
coming out the stack ♪
‐ How much you gonna give me
for it?
SINGER: ♪ Keep on moving ♪
♪ Keep on moving ♪
‐ All right.
SINGER: ♪ Ow ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[Muzak in background]
♪ ♪
‐ This one is for good fortune,
and that one is for prosperity.
MAN: [whistles]
‐ Hey, yo, what the hell
is this?
It's supposed to be a quarter.
‐ That's none of that
rabbit feed, papi.
That's stronger.
That got more of that, uh...
[speaking Spanish]
‐ [speaking Spanish]
T‐H‐C.
‐ That's right, T‐H‐C.
‐ Yo, whatever, son.
We‐‐we ain't paying you
all of this for this.
‐ Then don't.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
‐ All right.
[money rustling]
♪ ♪
[door creaks, closes]
‐ Hey, yo, let me get‐‐let me
get one of them money joints.
And a lucky one, too.
[cat meows]
This shit better be lucky.
If Power disrespects you,
he disrespects me.
I'm your right hand.
DIVINE: You buggin'.
He didn't disrespect.
Me and Power
had a disagreement.
It's business.
We get Stapleton,
he gets Park Hill.
‐ Hey, yo, fuck what he get.
Son, if he ain't with us,
he against us.
know what I mean?
I'm repping for the team.
‐ Not everything needs
to be a contact sport, D.
[tense music]
Leave Power alone.
[doorbell chimes]
DENNIS: Fine.
I won't touch him.
That's my word.
♪ ♪
[TV chattering]
DARREN: Mmm!
‐ Mm, what you want, baby?
Want some water?
DARREN: Mm‐mm.
ANN: What you need?
DARREN: [grunts]
‐ This?
BOTH: [vocalize, mumble]
What?
DARREN: [vocalizing]
ANN: Come on, spit it out.
MAN: Wasn't strong enough.
But...
‐ I can't take much more
of this shit.
WOMAN: What did you say,
Dustin?
[door slams]
[TV chattering]
‐ [sighs]
WOMAN: Good morning, Ramona.
[knocking on door]
WOMAN: How are you today?
[TV chattering]
DARIUS: H‐h‐hey, Bobby.
‐ What up, little man?
‐ Hey, yo, there'd better be
more weed in there,
'cause we ain't gonna
make nothing
off that skimpy shit
we just copped.
We on our last box
of oatmeal, yo.
‐ It ain't weed,
but it's gonna have to do.
[TV continues in background]
‐ Nigga, tea?
‐ We cut the weed with it.
Those white boys
won't know the difference.
Hey, yo.
What's up?
STOCKBROKER: What's up?
BOBBY: You still looking for
what you was looking for?
‐ I am.
[Five Percenter
indistinct in background]
FIVE PERCENTER:
I'm not standing here
because I wanna yell!
I'm not standing here
because I want to fight!
I stand here
because it's my duty
to teach the dumb,
deaf, and blind.
[rousing rap music]
They taught you that
heaven was above your head
and you must die to reach it!
We say,
heaven is what you make it
and hell is what you got
to go through!
♪ ♪
So you don't have to die
to see heaven...
♪ ♪
When you could have a piece
of your heaven
right here on Earth
while you living!
STOCKBROKER:
Nah, keep the change.
FIVE PERCENTER:
And I follow.
So I follow.
I follow the Scientists,
and I do solemnly employ that.
Do you understand?
So we can see the truth,
and be not a product...
of the enslavement
of the original man.
Do what you deserve.
♪ ♪
[rap music playing
over speakers]
♪ ♪
‐ [hisses through teeth]
Whassup?
POWER: What up, son?
‐ Yo.
‐ How shit moving out there?
‐ Shit's bubbling, son.
[both laugh]
Yo, we keep catching like this,
we looking at like ten a day.
Shit, yo, you brought
the summer whip out.
‐ Yeah, man.
Well, you know, son.
But listen,
on your next bag up, right?
I want strictly dimes.
No nicks.
You know what I'm saying?
With no other
competition out there,
fiends ain't gonna have no
choice but to cop, you feel me?
‐ That's real.
POWER: Yeah.
‐ All right.
‐ [laughs]
[grunts]
‐ Wait here?
‐ Nah, nigga, do you.
‐ What that mean?
POWER: [laughs]
This ride is yours.
[grunts]
Christmas came early,
my nigga.
SHA: Hold on, what...
[laughs]
Yo!
♪ ♪
[keys jingle]
[music stops]
Son!
[laughing]
Whoo!
[laughs]
[muffled mellow music
playing through headphones]
♪ ♪
[laughs]
‐ What's that?
‐ It's the fucking key
to the city.
Got the whip outside,
you know what I mean?
Let's take a joyride.
Go get some honeys.
‐ I can't, man.
I'm working on this beat.
That fucking battle
got me all fucked up.
‐ Yo, son‐‐
‐ Really trying
to, you know, step it up.
‐ Forget all that.
Forget all that.
You‐‐I'm telling you, I got
the Benz outside right now,
and you over here still talking
about battles, kid?
Come on, man.
Let's go.
‐ Sss...
♪ ♪
You hear that shit?
You telling me that you not
trying to hop on this beat?
I hear your voice
all over this shit, nigga.
‐ Nah, I'm good, son.
I'm good, I'm good.
♪ ♪
‐ All right.
‐ Yeah.
♪ ♪
Maybe another time, then?
‐ Yeah, maybe.
Maybe.
‐ All right, enjoy that shit.
♪ ♪
[click]
[music muffled]
♪ ♪
[music over radio]
SINGER: ♪ Hello there ♪
♪ Merry Christmas again ♪
♪ ♪
RANDY: More makeup?
LAURIE: Oh, hush.
I have clients that would kill
for those lashes.
SHURRIE: Randy, who you
bring up in this house?
Aunty Laurie!
[laughs]
[both laughing]
You staying for Christmas?
‐ Yes, it was
a last‐minute thing!
‐ Yes!
‐ Oh, my God, look at you.
How are you, sweetie?
‐ [groans]
‐ Your mama still treating you
like a field slave?
‐ You have no idea.
‐ Well, just relax, okay?
You'll be paroled soon enough.
‐ Mm.
‐ College next year, right?
What are you studying?
Theater?
‐ Where'd you come up
with that?
‐ Oh, honey, I remember
like it was yesterday.
You performing
for the whole family
for the holidays.
I mean, now, half your audience
was high or drunk,
but I saw a star,
even back then.
‐ I don't remember any of that.
LAURIE:
Okay, you used to rustle
through your mama's closet
pulling out clothes,
dressing up your brothers
for parts you wanted
to cast them in.
Okay, you even got Devine's
serious ass in a dress.
[laughs]
‐ Oh, yeah!
[laughing]
LAURIE: Oh, I wish
I had my Polaroid.
‐ I do remember that.
Oh, man.
‐ [sighs]
Mm, The Good Earth.
How is that?
I saw that movie
when I was in Detroit.
‐ I like it.
LAURIE: Gotcha.
You know,
Detroit's a hard city.
I mean, but it's a great city.
Got stabbed the last time
I was there,
but fuck if I ain't
get the last laugh.
Bitch ain't never gonna
do the cabbage patch again.
‐ You were stabbed?
LAURIE: D‐town,
that's your city.
SHURRIE: I would love to go
to the Motown Museum.
To walk those same streets
as Berry Gordy.
‐ Ooh, I miss Motown.
Damn sure better
than today's music.
Nasty‐ass nursery rhymes on top
of somebody else's song.
‐ There's some good stuff.
LAURIE: Mm.
Well, Detroit is your city.
You'll get there.
You got that same run
in your eyes that I got.
Once that got you,
ain't nothing holding you down.
‐ We'll see.
‐ Y'all done yet?
LAURIE: I'm done when I'm done.
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, Miss Gloria.
GLORIA: How you doing, baby?
‐ I'm chilling, I'm chilling.
‐ Get out of the street!
I got snacks upstairs.
How's your mama?
‐ She doing all right.
I just wanted to give her
a bit of a break,
know what I mean?
‐ Lord knows she needs it.
‐ Pshhh...yeah.
‐ Y'all excited
to go to the zoo?
‐ We...already...
in a zoo.
[coughs]
‐ You.
‐ This one crazy right here.
Thank you again.
GLORIA: Anytime.
‐ Yeah, and make sure‐‐
make sure they get some snacks.
GLORIA: Okay.
‐ All of the kids.
GLORIA: Well, thank you, baby.
God bless your heart.
‐ No problem.
GLORIA: [laughs]
‐ Be good, all right?
GLORIA: Didn't I tell you?
You'd better not
go in that street.
DENNIS: [grunts]
[bluesy music over speakers]
SINGER: ♪ I gotta
get myself together ♪
♪ I've gotta get through
this stormy weather ♪
[door opens]
♪ I've got to get away ♪
♪ Oh, yeah,
I've got to get away ♪
‐ Hmm.
♪ ♪
‐ You redecorating in here
or something?
What's going on?
‐ What you think?
[laughs]
[singer singing indistinctly]
‐ It's nice.
♪ ♪
‐ Look‐‐look what I got you.
‐ Oh, my God.
[laughs]
Ooh.
[soft exclamation]
Just like in the commercial.
♪ ♪
‐ I already ran
your bath, so...
it's ready for bubbles.
♪ ♪
‐ I know I haven't made it
an easy ride for y'all.
‐ It's okay.
ANN: But when I look
at my Dennis...
♪ ♪
I know I did something right.
♪ ♪
Take me away.
[both laughing]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
SINGER: ♪ I just got to,
I got to get outta here now ♪
[retreating footsteps]
LAURIE: Girl, and then
they started shooting.
But it was just a .22, so
wasn't nobody scared, though.
Now, had it been a .44‐‐
[door closes]
who's that coming in?
‐ Laurie?
Oh, my God!
LAURIE: [giggles]
‐ Ooh!
LAURIE: [gasps, giggles]
‐ Why didn't you tell me
you were coming?
Oh, I would have‐‐I would have
gotten the bed ready.
‐ No, don't worry about it.
You know, I'm staying
with a friend anyway.
‐ Thank God.
LAURIE: Mm‐mm.
‐ What's his name this time?
‐ What you mean, "this time"?
‐ [laughing]
Oh.
Ooh.
‐ Hi, Mama.
LAURIE: All right.
LINDA: What did she do to you?
LAURIE: [laughs]
LINDA: What did you do?
LAURIE: So he's taking
the plea deal?
‐ Mm‐hmm, that's what he said.
‐ Hmm.
Only took an ass whooping
till he came around.
[both laugh]
‐ Yeah, well, you know,
black men don't have
many options out here,
so, you know, they stuck
in the stereotype.
‐ Well, you still got time
to get your little Randy
on the right course.
‐ Ugh, that boy worry me too.
See too much
of his father in him.
‐ Y'all talk?
‐ Jerome?
I hear from him.
Anytime his black ass
need money.
LAURIE: Yeah, right.
That's Jerome for you.
Him and ain't none
of his people worth a damn.
Voted the most
undependable niggas
from the Undependable Nigga
Association of America.
I just think you deserve
better than that, sis.
[mellow music playing faintly
over speakers]
‐ Man's trying his best.
LAURIE:
Well, that's the difference.
He's trying.
You're doing.
Trust me when I tell you,
a mama‐less man
ain't worth a quarter
to nobody.
SINGER: ♪ Last night,
the night before ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Jump back, baby,
jump back ♪
SHURRIE: Whoo!
LAURIE: [giggling]
CHOIR: ♪ Jump back, baby,
jump back ♪
SINGER: ♪ I got up
and let him in ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Jump back, baby,
jump back ♪
SINGER: ♪ Hit him in the head
with a rolling pin ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Jump back, baby,
jump back ♪
SINGER: ♪ Billy goat
kicked his pappy down ♪
LAURIE: Whoo, whoo‐whoo!
LINDA: Get it, baby.
Go on.
SINGER: ♪ Now I lay me
down to sleep...♪
[laughter]
BOBBY: What is this?
LINDA: [laughs]
We just about to go
get something to eat.
You boys wanna come?
BOBBY: No, I think we good.
Me and Dennis about to go
and handle something.
‐ All right.
Let me change.
Let me change.
DENNIS: [laughing]
LINDA: Yeah.
[laughter]
DENNIS: She crazy.
♪ ♪
LAURIE: So...
[panting]
How long have you two
been a thing?
‐ [small laugh]
[music fades]
[utensil scraping dish]
[dishware clatters]
‐ Thanks.
DENNIS: Nah, thank you.
[sniffs]
For the food.
For always holding it down.
‐ [soft laugh]
DIVINE: Yo, D.
[dog's nails clicking on floor]
[soft pop on radio]
SINGER: ♪ Can I kiss you
one more time ♪
♪ And change your mind ♪
♪ While it's summertime ♪
FIVE PERCENTER:
Like you're dumb,
deaf, and blind.
Like you don't have a care...
BOBBY: Hey, thanks a lot, man.
STOCKBROKER: Yo, yo, my son.
[Five Percenter
continues in background]
‐ You've been busy.
‐ Hey, who you telling?
Yo, these cats gonna
dry me out.
Yo, and they paying
three times the cost.
‐ And didn't even have
to wear a tie.
‐ Hey, I sell what I sell,
and they sell what they sell.
Both pay the rent.
It's all green
at the end of the day, right?
‐ Got time for a game?
BOBBY: Yeah.
But I'm feeling good today.
You might not have a chance.
CHESS PLAYER:
Long as I'm above ground,
I got a chance.
[Five Percenter continues
in background]
FIVE PERCENTER: Nobody
can understand these things but you.
So we got to understand
all these things
that come to pass.
That we all are here together
for one common cause:
for each other.
All we got is each other!
We ain't have nothing else
out here.
So rise and raise yourself
from the dead,
and people say...
‐ [laughs]
FIVE PERCENTER:
No, I'm not brainwashed!
I'm out here cleansing their...
BOBBY: Shit.
CHESS PLAYER:
That's what happens
when you step away
for too long.
The mind falters.
BOBBY: It's them damn
Five Percenters
always running they mouths,
talking all that gibberish
around Manhattan.
It's throwing off my focus.
CHESS PLAYER:
Well, maybe you should listen.
When it comes to religion,
there's some that believe
that it's all about
the fear of death.
That man created fairytales
to calm the ego,
tell you that
there's more to it than this.
A pawn behaves like a pawn
because it believes
it's a pawn.
FIVE PERCENTER: And you must‐‐
CHESS PLAYER: A king rules
because he commands power.
Both are aspects of the mind.
The world will tell
the black man...
‐ So don't be a product!
CHESS PLAYER: He's a pawn.
‐ Of their slavery!
CHESS PLAYER: The white man,
he's a king.
FIVE PERCENTER:
Be what you deserve!
CHESS PLAYER: But those
gentlemen over there?
They tell you...
that you're the player
and that you move the pieces.
That you're a God.
FIVE PERCENTER:
You're living right here today.
So understand your powers and
understand your existence...
MONK: The five flavors
dull the taste.
The five tones
deafen every ear.
The five colors,
they all blind the eye.
But they do not pass.
They are all eternal.
All things come to us...
BOBBY: Hey, yo.
MONK: Without
that‐‐
[click]
‐ Hey, y‐‐hey, yo,
why you pausing shit, fam?
‐ Y'all heard
what that nigga just said?
The five colors blind the eyes.
The five tones deafen the ears.
That shit is crazy, right?
‐ Come on, son.
And when the fuck
you start listening
to what these niggas
are saying?
Fast forward to the action,
you know what I'm saying?
BOBBY: No, yo, look,
I've seen the fights
in this flick
about a hundred times.
What that old monk just said?
That shit was profound.
GARY: Yo, that shit
was kind of deep.
‐ Nigga, pussy's deep.
DENNIS: Mm‐hmm.
Hey, yo, you smoking too much
of the comfrey shit, B.
Make you think like‐‐
like them Buddha heads
or some shit.
‐ Damn, son.
Warn a nigga before you go
all bright light on us.
‐ Fuck are you?
A gremlin, nigga?
‐ Yeah, nigga, Gizmo.
‐ Yo, you stupid, son.
[mellow tune playing
over speakers]
♪ ♪
[click]
[music over speakers]
‐ I think that tone
just deafened my ears.
Word.
BOBBY: Hell yeah, nigga.
Man, I told y'all.
That shit was fucking
inspirational, right?
ASON: Word.
‐ Does sound kind of right.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
[rapping]
Right, uh, uh, uh.
♪ Look, look, ask who the
illest and they sayin' Ason ♪
♪ Dance with me, baby girl,
they playing our song ♪
♪ If anyone try
and doing me wrong ♪
♪ They gon' make me have
to get up in they ass
like a thong ♪
♪ I keep it dirty to the core,
rhymes galore ♪
♪ Everything raw,
sharp like the tiger's claws ♪
♪ I'm dropping bombs
like I'm going to war ♪
♪ With a one‐one, two‐two,
three‐three...♪
BOTH: ♪ Four ♪
‐ Hell yeah, nigga.
Yeah, and then your ass,
you come in next,
and you hop on
the second verse,
you know what I'm saying?
DENNIS: Yo, I'm out.
‐ What?
Where you going, nigga?
You ain't trying
to lay down a verse?
I know you was feeling it
when them shorties was clapping
for you at the Villa.
‐ Hey, yo, as long as my gun
clap, I ain't gotta rap.
[imitates rapping]
‐ [laughs]
‐ Yo...
‐ [humming softly]
[distant voices]
[dogs barking]
[water trickling]
Oh, shit!
No, no, no!
Ma, Ma!
Mama, no, no!
[hyperventilating]
No, no.
No, shit.
[panting]
[whimpering]
No, Ma.
Ma, Ma!
Ma! Ma!
LAURIE:
So this guy on that shit.
Drunk as a skunk, probably.
Who knows what else.
I swear to God, he thought
I was Debbie Allen.
‐ [laughs]
What did you do?
LAURIE: I smacked his ass.
‐ What?
What's wrong with Debbie Allen?
‐ Oh, I love Debbie Allen.
I smacked his ass
'cause I heard him
run that same shit
to my girlfriend
five minutes earlier.
[both laughing]
Drunk ass white boy
couldn't tell the difference
between three
different black women.
‐ So he's attracted
to black women.
‐ Okay, I don't need my man
attracted to black women.
I need him attracted to me.
‐ Mm.
[both laugh]
LAURIE: Beautiful.
So, beautiful,
what do you think?
‐ Oh, my gosh.
I love it!
[both laugh]
Not too dark for me, right?
‐ Honey, you are only allowed
to say if you like
the color or not, okay?
‐ Okay.
LAURIE: All right,
now wait a minute.
I need to get another brush.
SHURRIE: [laughs]
[phone rings]
I got it.
Diggs house.
DENNIS: Yo, Rie.
I need you.
‐ Dennis?
What's wrong?
‐ My mom, she, like‐‐
she got fucked up, all right?
She‐‐she in an ambulance
right now.
I‐‐I need you to take care
of Darius and Darren.
I'm gonna leave
the door unlocked,
'cause I gotta go.
‐ I'll be there
as soon as I can.
[phone beeps]
I'm sorry.
I have to go.
[sighs]
‐ That's okay, sweetie.
Go take care of your man.
Just make sure
that you take care
of yourself too, all right?
[door closes]
[mellow music playing
over speakers]
‐ Oh, my God.
Oh, baby, you look beautiful.
‐ Thanks.
LINDA: But where you off to?
♪ ♪
‐ Um, just to take this
fabulous new look out
for a walk.
LINDA: [laughs]
LAURIE: You know, just a little
aunty‐niece bonding time.
[smooches, giggles]
‐ Well, all right.
‐ Bye, sis.
[door opens, closes]
♪ ♪
[rousing music playing
over television]
MONK: You'll find me, huh?
‐ Is...
my mother....
gonna die?
‐ Listen, uh‐uh.
Don't say things like that.
MONK: And who are you?
[TV chattering]
DARREN: [vocalizes]
[vocalizes]
[TV chattering]
[TV continues chattering]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
‐ [hitches breath]
DENNIS: You look beautiful.
‐ Oh, thanks.
DENNIS: This might be
the first time I see you
without a book in your hand.
‐ [laughs]
‐ You're, like, always reading.
‐ Yeah, I've been trying
to look up more.
Watch where I'm stepping.
Mama says I'm gonna trip
if I don't watch
where I'm going, so...
‐ See, I always look down
when I walk.
Never reading
and still be tripping.
[both laugh]
Yeah, but you be reading, like,
Moby Dick and shit.
SHURRIE: Mm‐hmm.
‐ I could barely
get through Dr. Seuss.
SHURRIE: [laughs]
Hold on.
Some of them Dr. Seuss words
is hard.
DENNIS: Yeah, and some
of them shits ain't real.
Fuck is a "spagoodle"...
‐ [laughs]
‐ "Mamoodle shadoodle
baboodle"?
[laughs]
SHURRIE: [sighs]
‐ This you?
SHURRIE: Yeah, but I could
catch the next one.
DENNIS: No, no, I don't want
to hold you up.
SHURRIE: Next one comes
in 20 minutes.
DENNIS: Yeah, but Randy will be
wondering where you at, so...
[sighs]
‐ Okay.
[brakes hissing]
[doors hissing]
[brakes hiss]
[engine rumbling]
[bell jingles]
[car door opens, slams]
[engine turns over]
[edgy, percussive music]
♪ ♪
[door opens]
[doorbell chimes]
‐ Afternoon,
how can I help you?
‐ Empty it.
Empty the fucking register.
[register whirs, dings]
[tapping gun]
Give me all of this.
HUSBAND: Honey, what's going on
out there?
DENNIS: Shut the fuck up.
HUSBAND: I can't be p‐‐
DENNIS: Get the fuck over here.
Get the fuck over here
right now.
‐ Young man, you got
everything you needed.
Please‐‐
DENNIS: On the ground.
HUSBAND: Please don't‐‐
DENNIS: I said get on
the fucking ground!
MAN: Son, listen‐‐
‐ Your son's a bum!
HUSBAND: [hollers]
WIFE: [exclaims]
DENNIS: hey, yo, fuck your son!
Fuck it, come on!
Get over here, come on.
On the ground.
[both panting]
WIFE: Okay.
DENNIS: And shut the fuck up
before I put a hole
in the both of y'all.
[ragged breathing]
[grunts]
[shuffling]
Fuck.
[bell jingles]
[doorbell chimes]
[door closes]
SHURRIE: Hey.
‐ What's up?
[keys clatter]
‐ I had Miss Gloria
pick up the boys.
How's she doing?
‐ She'll be all right
in a couple days.
‐ You hungry?
‐ I'm sick of this.
‐ What?
‐ Of this.
I got these‐‐
I got these clothes.
[sniffs]
I got these shoes.
[laughs, sniffs]
This fucking rug,
this sound system.
All of this shit.
And I still ain't got nothing.
‐ You got me.
‐ [laughs]
[sighs]
SHURRIE:
Oh, that's funny to you?
‐ Yo‐‐yo, where is this going?
Hmm?
You think‐‐you think we gon'
get married and have kids?
Hmm?
Kids that turn out like‐‐
like Darius and Darren?
That's what you really want?
To deal with that
fucked up shit your whole life?
‐ As long as I have you, yes.
‐ You don't get it.
I thought you was
the smart one.
[keys jingling]
[retreating footsteps]
[door closes]
BOBBY: Hey, yo, Shurrie.
Yo, everything all right?
[door closes]
[quiet music]
♪ ♪
[doorbell chimes]
‐ How you doing today,
young man?
DENNIS: Yeah, I'm chilling.
Thank you.
HUSBAND:
What can I do for you?
‐ My brother got one of those.
‐ Yeah, my wife
bought it for me,
but I don't need it just yet.
Still on my feet.
Or my one foot, rather.
Your brother had an accident?
‐ Nah‐‐nah,
he just got a condition.
HUSBAND: Ah, I'm sorry.
‐ That's life.
‐ Yeah.
Lost my leg to a trip mine
in Vietnam.
See?
‐ Damn, now that‐‐
that's fucked up.
HUSBAND: I know, right?
Just some old dumb mine
I should have seen.
Lucky to be alive, though.
Came back to a life
many of my platoon mates
would have killed for.
Went to college,
opened my own business,
got a son.
‐ You‐‐you do?
HUSBAND: Yeah.
That kid right there.
He ain't as smart as he looks.
‐ Seem like he got
a good father, though.
HUSBAND: Thank you.
I like to think so.
Was a little rough on him
when he was a kid,
but I guess
that was the soldier in me.
Military turned me into a man,
but when I tried that way
on him?
It drove him right away.
‐ I'm sure you tried your best.
‐ You know, I always prayed
that if I had a son,
I could look at this thing
and think that in some way
I lost my leg
so he could have a better life.
And maybe he does.
But what's it matter if he
doesn't talk to me, right?
[chuckles]
[phone rings]
One second.
Yeah?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hold on.
Got you right here.
Yeah, you asked for six.
I know.
Seven, eight?
We got it.
Yeah, I'll be here.
See you then.
All right, bye.
Now, what else
can I help you with?
SINGER: ♪ Uh ♪
♪ Uh ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Oh‐oh‐oh‐oh, yeah ♪
SINGER: ♪ Niggas in the street
gonna learn ♪
♪ Them Wu‐Tang niggas
don't play ♪
♪ Niggas in the streets
gonna learn ♪
♪ Them Staten Island
niggas don't play ♪
SINGER: ♪ I said one,
two, three and to the fo' ♪
♪ I glide like there's simply
no traction on the flo' ♪
♪ 10304, live action
from the door ♪
♪ Shawty dime,
let the whole team ♪
♪ Smash her on the tour ♪
♪ I splash bravado,
fast cash aficionado ♪
♪ Savage vandal,
I'm a legend of tomorrow ♪
♪ Painting the truth, here's
proof, ain't it the truth ♪
♪ So ill a nigga spit
with a containment suit ♪
♪ Slayin' the booth,
aim, shoot, bang ♪
♪ Cave in the roof ♪
♪ Hater wouldn't last a day
in my shoes ♪
♪ You know very well,
bet he swell ♪
♪ You can tell he jeal', my
price hiking like the pills ♪
♪ Martin Shkreli sell ♪
♪ Mathematics tracks,
I'm back at it ♪
♪ Mathematics tracks,
I craft havoc, fact ♪
♪ I'm black on it, black,
I'm back at it ♪
SINGER: ♪ Niggas in the street
gonna learn ♪
♪ Them Wu‐Tang niggas
don't play ♪
♪ Niggas in the streets
gonna learn ♪
♪ Them Def Squad
niggas don't play ♪
Mathematics, you a fuckin'
genius, nigga, yo, fuck that.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I need you to put your hands
together
for world‐wide international
producer.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please put your hands together
and show your love
for our brother and yours,
Mathematics!
Yaaaah!
PERSON: Get on the line!
was gonna happen?
Jah robbed the nigga.
[gunshots]
SHA: Everybody loved Jah Son.
Everybody.
‐ What up, nigga?
[crowd gasps]
‐ Why you coming at me
like that?
You know Jah was my man too!
‐ Tell Cressy
we'd rather starve
than to fuck with y'all niggas.
‐ You and D just burned
that bridge with Haze, right?
‐ Couldn't put out
for another key anyway.
Lost all our shit in the fire.
POWER: It ain't about
taking out a single enemy.
It's about taking out
the entire competition.
‐ Yo, the money?
Nothing?
[sirens approaching]
‐ Fuck!
BOBBY: All that money's
going towards that lawyer.
‐ If I can argue
that it's for personal use,
you'll get a lighter sentence.
‐ I ain't no goddamn crackhead.
‐ You are going to admit
to being the biggest crackhead
if it means
you get to come home.
‐ Why don't make music
with my brother anymore?
DENNIS: Yo, I'm out here
putting in work.
It look like I got time
to be messing with all that?
MAN: Rap battle, son.
‐ $5,000.
Surprised to see
your ass, nigga.
‐ You know I'm just trying
to snatch that cake,
know what I mean?
That's to get
your brother out.
DARIUS: Does Bobby know
you're fucking his sister?
[laughs]
[sweeping instrumentals]
♪ ♪
[brakes hiss]
[indistinct chatter]
GIRL: Hey, y'all.
TANAKA: What's up?
GIRL: Hey girl, I like your skirt.
MAN: Hey, yo.
Damn, y'all looking
fine as hell today.
You know you wanna
give me that number.
TANAKA: Ain't nobody
gonna give you shit.
MAN: Come on,
why you gotta be like that?
‐ Because numbers lead
to fucking,
and you ain't ready
for all of this.
MAN: Oh, really?
Why don't you just
give me them digits
and we could find out?
Unless you scared.
‐ "Scared"?
Boy, if I gave you
a piece of this,
you'd lose your mind.
[brakes hissing]
I'ma call you.
‐ Oh, yeah?
TANAKA: Nah.
[girls laughing]
He ain't shit.
GIRL: He cute, though.
TANAKA: "Cute"?
Nah, he fine as hell.
Been trying to get up in me
for I don't know how long.
‐ For real?
TANAKA: I might let him in
once or twice at the prom.
[girls laughing, exclaiming]
What?
I'm too loud for you?
Can't concentrate on your book?
[scoffs] This bitch on
some preppy white girl shit.
Reading Little Women.
Well, the back of the bus
is for niggas.
‐ [laughs]
‐ You right about that.
‐ Oh, so you a smart‐ass bitch?
I don't think you know
who you fucking with.
‐ I'm fucking with some bitch
who gonna let that nigga
"slide up in her
once or twice at prom,"
end up with his baby,
and then two months later,
he gonna end up in jail
while she end up riding
the back of this bus
for the rest of her life.
[door hisses]
[brakes squeal]
[soft pop music playing]
[doorbell rings]
[knocking on door]
[approaching footsteps]
[knocking]
‐ Yo, it's Dennis.
Hey, you know
I can see you, right?
‐ Divine ain't here yet.
‐ Yeah, well, he told me
to meet him here.
So I'm supposed
to wait outside?
Come on, it's baking out here.
‐ [sighs]
I got seven minutes of quiet
before hurricane Randy
gets here, so shh.
‐ Yo, chill, I'll be quiet.
‐ [sighs]
‐ What you got?
Like, homework or something?
‐ Geometry quiz tomorrow.
‐ Well, maybe I could help you.
You know, I be knowing
triangles and shit.
[sniffs]
"Circumference"?
Yo, ain't that
what the Jews be getting?
[pencil slaps down]
♪ ♪
Hey, yo, what's good
with the TV?
‐ Uh, that's just 'cause
it's hooked up to the VCR.
When Randy gets home, he likes
to watch his, uh, Voltron
and, uh, Speed Racer.
‐ Yeah, my brothers be
the same way.
[sniffs]
Yo, Shaolin versus Wu Tang?
Yo, this my shit right here.
I been trying‐‐
I been trying to rent this
from the video store
for, like, months now.
‐ Yeah, my brother
ain't giving that one back.
DENNIS: Yo, let me borrow it.
‐ That's Bobby's.
‐ Bobby gon' let me borrow it.
[door opens]
Yo, what up, Randy?
‐ 'Sup?
‐ How's school?
‐ Good.
DENNIS: Oh...[murmurs].
‐ You spill it,
you watch it from the kitchen.
‐ Ain't nobody
gonna spill nothing.
‐ [sucks tongue]
Okay.
[sighs]
[items shuffling, clattering]
‐ Rie, fix me something to eat.
And put ice in my drink.
The heat's killing me already.
‐ Yo, what up?
DIVINE: I was just with Power.
Me and him...[sighs]
we done.
‐ Hey, yo, what you mean
"y'all done"?
‐ We ain't working together
no more.
‐ Yo, but son‐‐
‐ I don't want to speak on it.
Not now.
I need you to be
my right‐hand man now, D.
‐ I got you.
It's nothing.
[hands slap]
[small laugh]
‐ Helps if you scrape the food
off the plate, Vine.
‐ I'm putting it in the sink.
What else do you want?
SHURRIE: If you don't
scrape it, then we got bugs.
DIVINE: Hey, yo, just leave it.
Come on, I'm dragging your ass
out in the heat.
Yo, let's go!
[soft pop music]
♪ ♪
SHURRIE: [laughs]
Uh‐uh.
Not in here.
My brother only smokes
in the basement.
‐ Yo.
‐ "Yo."
‐ [laughs]
[murmurs]
‐ Mm‐hmm.
♪ ♪
‐ What would Vine
and Bobby think?
Me being here with you.
‐ I don't know.
You wanna tell them?
‐ Why not?
‐ [laughs]
Boy, stop being stupid.
♪ ♪
DENNIS: [sniffs]
‐ I heard you were great
at the Park Villa last week.
‐ Yeah, well, I lost, so‐‐
SHURRIE: That's not the point.
‐ Then what's the point?
♪ ♪
Hey, yo, wouldn't you‐‐
wouldn't you rather
be with a dude
that's more like you?
Into books and shit?
♪ ♪
‐ If I was, I would be.
♪ ♪
Come on.
We gotta get up.
‐ [sighs]
[metal clanks]
LINDA: I'm tired, Divine.
Tired of paying
for collect phone calls.
Tired of paying
for your lawyer.
Driving across town
just to see my son,
who could take a plea deal.
It's not just you up in here.
It's us.
Your family.
Once you realize that...
maybe you do the right thing.
‐ [sighs]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
I'll take the deal.
All done here.
[footsteps]
[somber music]
[Divine sniffles]
[buzzer]
[metallic clank]
[hip‐hop music]
[men grunting]
[blade resounds]
♪ ♪
[gun cocks]
♪ ♪
[dice thud]
♪ ♪
[blade resounds]
FIVE PERCENTER:
'Cause you got to understand
everything in life,
'cause everything in life
is [indistinct].
A man must obtain knowledge
of himself
in order to survive here
in the wilderness
of North America.
He must know his ledge
before he falls off the edge
into the pits
of this civilization.
Black people
are the original people
and father of civilization,
and we out living
other than our what?
‐ Self!
Hey!
Stop ringing that damn bell
of Nimrod.
The brother's trying to teach.
Yo, Rakeem!
CHESS PLAYER: Need some help,
young blood?
BOBBY: No, I'm good.
FIVE PERCENTER:
Get your mind together right.
‐ You know, I've had this tie
since I was...eight years old.
[grunts]
I still can't get it right.
‐ So why you trying now?
BOBBY: Applying for jobs.
I need money, and this seems
to be the place to be.
‐ Sure is.
For this, that, and the other.
Looks to me
like you got a whole lotta
weight on your spirit.
But there ain't gonna be
no excuse
for the ass whipping
I'm about to lay on you.
[click]
[laughs]
BOBBY: I just got
an ass whooping at this battle.
If I would have won,
I would have been on course.
I wouldn't be sitting here
tying this fucking noose
around my neck.
CHESS PLAYER: Well, let me
tell you something.
The reason why
most people lose
is because they can't see
the win right in front of them.
Your move!
[TV playing in background]
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ [light laugh]
‐ [slurps]
[liquid splashes]
[dish clatters]
‐ [hisses through teeth]
[dog barks distantly]
[bottle clatters]
‐ Can you, uh,
hand me the butter?
[TV continues in background]
[lid clatters]
Hey, Bobby.
‐ Hey.
What up, Dennis?
DENNIS: Yo, what up?
‐ What you doing here?
‐ So I was, uh,
brainstorming some ways
for us to make some dough.
I wanted to run
some ideas past you
before we both run out
of food in the fridge.
‐ And I said he might as well
stay for dinner, so...
‐ All right.
Smells good.
Is Mommy gonna be here
for dinner?
‐ Nah, she working
a double tonight.
Randy, you ready to eat?
RANDY: After my show!
BOBBY: Yo.
So, uh, I figured out a way
for us to make some money.
‐ What?
‐ You know how them
Wall Street cats
be coming up to me in the park
asking me for weed?
‐ Psss. Crack ass crackers.
‐ Yo, consistently copping,
right?
And the Jakes don't be around
stopping shit.
‐ And?
‐ We gotta get in on that.
‐ Wait, what?
[laughs]
‐ That's the hustle we need.
It's foolproof.
No 5‐0, no real comp.
Your shit is stress‐free.
Way fucking easier
than moving blue tops.
Literally, uh, a walk
in the park.
SHURRIE: Better be rinsing
that dish off.
BOBBY: [scoffs]
‐ Hey, yo, I don't know, son.
I think we need
to talk to Vine first
and see what he think.
‐ What?
Man...
wasn't you the one
who told me Vine ain't here.
We in charge now.
All right.
[clears throat]
You been brainstorming,
so let's hear what you got.
‐ Nah, nah, nah.
I‐‐I mean, your idea
is more thought out, but...
it could work.
But, yo, how we gon'‐‐
how we gon' get the money
to buy the weed?
[ferry horn honking]
[heavy rap music playing
over speakers]
[knocking on door]
DENNIS: What up, Momma?
‐ I can already tell
you niggas want something.
‐ Hey, you ain't even
gotta do nothing, all right?
We just‐‐we just need
a extra couple rolls of film.
‐ Uh‐uh. See?
I tried to be nice once
and now y'all trying
to take advantage.
‐ Yo, look, we iced out,
all right?
We just sold my brother's car.
We ain't got no money.
‐ I said no.
BOBBY: [clicks tongue]
Hey, where's Shotgun at?
‐ I don't know.
Something happened
with the forklift.
He messed up his ankle.
He ain't been back since.
‐ Fuck this shit, we'll find
another way to get the weed.
‐ Did you say "weed"?
♪ ♪
[Wilson Pickett's
Get Me Back On Time ]
BOBBY: Thanks for all
this film, Momma.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
♪ ♪
DENNIS: How much
you paying wholesale?
We giving it to you
for half a that.
♪ ♪
SINGER:
♪ Engine, engine number nine ♪
‐ Got a...couple extra
I need to get rid of.
Thank you.
SINGER:
♪ Get me back on time ♪
♪ Come on, move on down ♪
DENNIS: Hey, yo.
SINGER: ♪ Keep that steam
coming out the stack ♪
‐ How much you gonna give me
for it?
SINGER: ♪ Keep on moving ♪
♪ Keep on moving ♪
‐ All right.
SINGER: ♪ Ow ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[Muzak in background]
♪ ♪
‐ This one is for good fortune,
and that one is for prosperity.
MAN: [whistles]
‐ Hey, yo, what the hell
is this?
It's supposed to be a quarter.
‐ That's none of that
rabbit feed, papi.
That's stronger.
That got more of that, uh...
[speaking Spanish]
‐ [speaking Spanish]
T‐H‐C.
‐ That's right, T‐H‐C.
‐ Yo, whatever, son.
We‐‐we ain't paying you
all of this for this.
‐ Then don't.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
‐ All right.
[money rustling]
♪ ♪
[door creaks, closes]
‐ Hey, yo, let me get‐‐let me
get one of them money joints.
And a lucky one, too.
[cat meows]
This shit better be lucky.
If Power disrespects you,
he disrespects me.
I'm your right hand.
DIVINE: You buggin'.
He didn't disrespect.
Me and Power
had a disagreement.
It's business.
We get Stapleton,
he gets Park Hill.
‐ Hey, yo, fuck what he get.
Son, if he ain't with us,
he against us.
know what I mean?
I'm repping for the team.
‐ Not everything needs
to be a contact sport, D.
[tense music]
Leave Power alone.
[doorbell chimes]
DENNIS: Fine.
I won't touch him.
That's my word.
♪ ♪
[TV chattering]
DARREN: Mmm!
‐ Mm, what you want, baby?
Want some water?
DARREN: Mm‐mm.
ANN: What you need?
DARREN: [grunts]
‐ This?
BOTH: [vocalize, mumble]
What?
DARREN: [vocalizing]
ANN: Come on, spit it out.
MAN: Wasn't strong enough.
But...
‐ I can't take much more
of this shit.
WOMAN: What did you say,
Dustin?
[door slams]
[TV chattering]
‐ [sighs]
WOMAN: Good morning, Ramona.
[knocking on door]
WOMAN: How are you today?
[TV chattering]
DARIUS: H‐h‐hey, Bobby.
‐ What up, little man?
‐ Hey, yo, there'd better be
more weed in there,
'cause we ain't gonna
make nothing
off that skimpy shit
we just copped.
We on our last box
of oatmeal, yo.
‐ It ain't weed,
but it's gonna have to do.
[TV continues in background]
‐ Nigga, tea?
‐ We cut the weed with it.
Those white boys
won't know the difference.
Hey, yo.
What's up?
STOCKBROKER: What's up?
BOBBY: You still looking for
what you was looking for?
‐ I am.
[Five Percenter
indistinct in background]
FIVE PERCENTER:
I'm not standing here
because I wanna yell!
I'm not standing here
because I want to fight!
I stand here
because it's my duty
to teach the dumb,
deaf, and blind.
[rousing rap music]
They taught you that
heaven was above your head
and you must die to reach it!
We say,
heaven is what you make it
and hell is what you got
to go through!
♪ ♪
So you don't have to die
to see heaven...
♪ ♪
When you could have a piece
of your heaven
right here on Earth
while you living!
STOCKBROKER:
Nah, keep the change.
FIVE PERCENTER:
And I follow.
So I follow.
I follow the Scientists,
and I do solemnly employ that.
Do you understand?
So we can see the truth,
and be not a product...
of the enslavement
of the original man.
Do what you deserve.
♪ ♪
[rap music playing
over speakers]
♪ ♪
‐ [hisses through teeth]
Whassup?
POWER: What up, son?
‐ Yo.
‐ How shit moving out there?
‐ Shit's bubbling, son.
[both laugh]
Yo, we keep catching like this,
we looking at like ten a day.
Shit, yo, you brought
the summer whip out.
‐ Yeah, man.
Well, you know, son.
But listen,
on your next bag up, right?
I want strictly dimes.
No nicks.
You know what I'm saying?
With no other
competition out there,
fiends ain't gonna have no
choice but to cop, you feel me?
‐ That's real.
POWER: Yeah.
‐ All right.
‐ [laughs]
[grunts]
‐ Wait here?
‐ Nah, nigga, do you.
‐ What that mean?
POWER: [laughs]
This ride is yours.
[grunts]
Christmas came early,
my nigga.
SHA: Hold on, what...
[laughs]
Yo!
♪ ♪
[keys jingle]
[music stops]
Son!
[laughing]
Whoo!
[laughs]
[muffled mellow music
playing through headphones]
♪ ♪
[laughs]
‐ What's that?
‐ It's the fucking key
to the city.
Got the whip outside,
you know what I mean?
Let's take a joyride.
Go get some honeys.
‐ I can't, man.
I'm working on this beat.
That fucking battle
got me all fucked up.
‐ Yo, son‐‐
‐ Really trying
to, you know, step it up.
‐ Forget all that.
Forget all that.
You‐‐I'm telling you, I got
the Benz outside right now,
and you over here still talking
about battles, kid?
Come on, man.
Let's go.
‐ Sss...
♪ ♪
You hear that shit?
You telling me that you not
trying to hop on this beat?
I hear your voice
all over this shit, nigga.
‐ Nah, I'm good, son.
I'm good, I'm good.
♪ ♪
‐ All right.
‐ Yeah.
♪ ♪
Maybe another time, then?
‐ Yeah, maybe.
Maybe.
‐ All right, enjoy that shit.
♪ ♪
[click]
[music muffled]
♪ ♪
[music over radio]
SINGER: ♪ Hello there ♪
♪ Merry Christmas again ♪
♪ ♪
RANDY: More makeup?
LAURIE: Oh, hush.
I have clients that would kill
for those lashes.
SHURRIE: Randy, who you
bring up in this house?
Aunty Laurie!
[laughs]
[both laughing]
You staying for Christmas?
‐ Yes, it was
a last‐minute thing!
‐ Yes!
‐ Oh, my God, look at you.
How are you, sweetie?
‐ [groans]
‐ Your mama still treating you
like a field slave?
‐ You have no idea.
‐ Well, just relax, okay?
You'll be paroled soon enough.
‐ Mm.
‐ College next year, right?
What are you studying?
Theater?
‐ Where'd you come up
with that?
‐ Oh, honey, I remember
like it was yesterday.
You performing
for the whole family
for the holidays.
I mean, now, half your audience
was high or drunk,
but I saw a star,
even back then.
‐ I don't remember any of that.
LAURIE:
Okay, you used to rustle
through your mama's closet
pulling out clothes,
dressing up your brothers
for parts you wanted
to cast them in.
Okay, you even got Devine's
serious ass in a dress.
[laughs]
‐ Oh, yeah!
[laughing]
LAURIE: Oh, I wish
I had my Polaroid.
‐ I do remember that.
Oh, man.
‐ [sighs]
Mm, The Good Earth.
How is that?
I saw that movie
when I was in Detroit.
‐ I like it.
LAURIE: Gotcha.
You know,
Detroit's a hard city.
I mean, but it's a great city.
Got stabbed the last time
I was there,
but fuck if I ain't
get the last laugh.
Bitch ain't never gonna
do the cabbage patch again.
‐ You were stabbed?
LAURIE: D‐town,
that's your city.
SHURRIE: I would love to go
to the Motown Museum.
To walk those same streets
as Berry Gordy.
‐ Ooh, I miss Motown.
Damn sure better
than today's music.
Nasty‐ass nursery rhymes on top
of somebody else's song.
‐ There's some good stuff.
LAURIE: Mm.
Well, Detroit is your city.
You'll get there.
You got that same run
in your eyes that I got.
Once that got you,
ain't nothing holding you down.
‐ We'll see.
‐ Y'all done yet?
LAURIE: I'm done when I'm done.
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, Miss Gloria.
GLORIA: How you doing, baby?
‐ I'm chilling, I'm chilling.
‐ Get out of the street!
I got snacks upstairs.
How's your mama?
‐ She doing all right.
I just wanted to give her
a bit of a break,
know what I mean?
‐ Lord knows she needs it.
‐ Pshhh...yeah.
‐ Y'all excited
to go to the zoo?
‐ We...already...
in a zoo.
[coughs]
‐ You.
‐ This one crazy right here.
Thank you again.
GLORIA: Anytime.
‐ Yeah, and make sure‐‐
make sure they get some snacks.
GLORIA: Okay.
‐ All of the kids.
GLORIA: Well, thank you, baby.
God bless your heart.
‐ No problem.
GLORIA: [laughs]
‐ Be good, all right?
GLORIA: Didn't I tell you?
You'd better not
go in that street.
DENNIS: [grunts]
[bluesy music over speakers]
SINGER: ♪ I gotta
get myself together ♪
♪ I've gotta get through
this stormy weather ♪
[door opens]
♪ I've got to get away ♪
♪ Oh, yeah,
I've got to get away ♪
‐ Hmm.
♪ ♪
‐ You redecorating in here
or something?
What's going on?
‐ What you think?
[laughs]
[singer singing indistinctly]
‐ It's nice.
♪ ♪
‐ Look‐‐look what I got you.
‐ Oh, my God.
[laughs]
Ooh.
[soft exclamation]
Just like in the commercial.
♪ ♪
‐ I already ran
your bath, so...
it's ready for bubbles.
♪ ♪
‐ I know I haven't made it
an easy ride for y'all.
‐ It's okay.
ANN: But when I look
at my Dennis...
♪ ♪
I know I did something right.
♪ ♪
Take me away.
[both laughing]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
SINGER: ♪ I just got to,
I got to get outta here now ♪
[retreating footsteps]
LAURIE: Girl, and then
they started shooting.
But it was just a .22, so
wasn't nobody scared, though.
Now, had it been a .44‐‐
[door closes]
who's that coming in?
‐ Laurie?
Oh, my God!
LAURIE: [giggles]
‐ Ooh!
LAURIE: [gasps, giggles]
‐ Why didn't you tell me
you were coming?
Oh, I would have‐‐I would have
gotten the bed ready.
‐ No, don't worry about it.
You know, I'm staying
with a friend anyway.
‐ Thank God.
LAURIE: Mm‐mm.
‐ What's his name this time?
‐ What you mean, "this time"?
‐ [laughing]
Oh.
Ooh.
‐ Hi, Mama.
LAURIE: All right.
LINDA: What did she do to you?
LAURIE: [laughs]
LINDA: What did you do?
LAURIE: So he's taking
the plea deal?
‐ Mm‐hmm, that's what he said.
‐ Hmm.
Only took an ass whooping
till he came around.
[both laugh]
‐ Yeah, well, you know,
black men don't have
many options out here,
so, you know, they stuck
in the stereotype.
‐ Well, you still got time
to get your little Randy
on the right course.
‐ Ugh, that boy worry me too.
See too much
of his father in him.
‐ Y'all talk?
‐ Jerome?
I hear from him.
Anytime his black ass
need money.
LAURIE: Yeah, right.
That's Jerome for you.
Him and ain't none
of his people worth a damn.
Voted the most
undependable niggas
from the Undependable Nigga
Association of America.
I just think you deserve
better than that, sis.
[mellow music playing faintly
over speakers]
‐ Man's trying his best.
LAURIE:
Well, that's the difference.
He's trying.
You're doing.
Trust me when I tell you,
a mama‐less man
ain't worth a quarter
to nobody.
SINGER: ♪ Last night,
the night before ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Jump back, baby,
jump back ♪
SHURRIE: Whoo!
LAURIE: [giggling]
CHOIR: ♪ Jump back, baby,
jump back ♪
SINGER: ♪ I got up
and let him in ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Jump back, baby,
jump back ♪
SINGER: ♪ Hit him in the head
with a rolling pin ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Jump back, baby,
jump back ♪
SINGER: ♪ Billy goat
kicked his pappy down ♪
LAURIE: Whoo, whoo‐whoo!
LINDA: Get it, baby.
Go on.
SINGER: ♪ Now I lay me
down to sleep...♪
[laughter]
BOBBY: What is this?
LINDA: [laughs]
We just about to go
get something to eat.
You boys wanna come?
BOBBY: No, I think we good.
Me and Dennis about to go
and handle something.
‐ All right.
Let me change.
Let me change.
DENNIS: [laughing]
LINDA: Yeah.
[laughter]
DENNIS: She crazy.
♪ ♪
LAURIE: So...
[panting]
How long have you two
been a thing?
‐ [small laugh]
[music fades]
[utensil scraping dish]
[dishware clatters]
‐ Thanks.
DENNIS: Nah, thank you.
[sniffs]
For the food.
For always holding it down.
‐ [soft laugh]
DIVINE: Yo, D.
[dog's nails clicking on floor]
[soft pop on radio]
SINGER: ♪ Can I kiss you
one more time ♪
♪ And change your mind ♪
♪ While it's summertime ♪
FIVE PERCENTER:
Like you're dumb,
deaf, and blind.
Like you don't have a care...
BOBBY: Hey, thanks a lot, man.
STOCKBROKER: Yo, yo, my son.
[Five Percenter
continues in background]
‐ You've been busy.
‐ Hey, who you telling?
Yo, these cats gonna
dry me out.
Yo, and they paying
three times the cost.
‐ And didn't even have
to wear a tie.
‐ Hey, I sell what I sell,
and they sell what they sell.
Both pay the rent.
It's all green
at the end of the day, right?
‐ Got time for a game?
BOBBY: Yeah.
But I'm feeling good today.
You might not have a chance.
CHESS PLAYER:
Long as I'm above ground,
I got a chance.
[Five Percenter continues
in background]
FIVE PERCENTER: Nobody
can understand these things but you.
So we got to understand
all these things
that come to pass.
That we all are here together
for one common cause:
for each other.
All we got is each other!
We ain't have nothing else
out here.
So rise and raise yourself
from the dead,
and people say...
‐ [laughs]
FIVE PERCENTER:
No, I'm not brainwashed!
I'm out here cleansing their...
BOBBY: Shit.
CHESS PLAYER:
That's what happens
when you step away
for too long.
The mind falters.
BOBBY: It's them damn
Five Percenters
always running they mouths,
talking all that gibberish
around Manhattan.
It's throwing off my focus.
CHESS PLAYER:
Well, maybe you should listen.
When it comes to religion,
there's some that believe
that it's all about
the fear of death.
That man created fairytales
to calm the ego,
tell you that
there's more to it than this.
A pawn behaves like a pawn
because it believes
it's a pawn.
FIVE PERCENTER: And you must‐‐
CHESS PLAYER: A king rules
because he commands power.
Both are aspects of the mind.
The world will tell
the black man...
‐ So don't be a product!
CHESS PLAYER: He's a pawn.
‐ Of their slavery!
CHESS PLAYER: The white man,
he's a king.
FIVE PERCENTER:
Be what you deserve!
CHESS PLAYER: But those
gentlemen over there?
They tell you...
that you're the player
and that you move the pieces.
That you're a God.
FIVE PERCENTER:
You're living right here today.
So understand your powers and
understand your existence...
MONK: The five flavors
dull the taste.
The five tones
deafen every ear.
The five colors,
they all blind the eye.
But they do not pass.
They are all eternal.
All things come to us...
BOBBY: Hey, yo.
MONK: Without
that‐‐
[click]
‐ Hey, y‐‐hey, yo,
why you pausing shit, fam?
‐ Y'all heard
what that nigga just said?
The five colors blind the eyes.
The five tones deafen the ears.
That shit is crazy, right?
‐ Come on, son.
And when the fuck
you start listening
to what these niggas
are saying?
Fast forward to the action,
you know what I'm saying?
BOBBY: No, yo, look,
I've seen the fights
in this flick
about a hundred times.
What that old monk just said?
That shit was profound.
GARY: Yo, that shit
was kind of deep.
‐ Nigga, pussy's deep.
DENNIS: Mm‐hmm.
Hey, yo, you smoking too much
of the comfrey shit, B.
Make you think like‐‐
like them Buddha heads
or some shit.
‐ Damn, son.
Warn a nigga before you go
all bright light on us.
‐ Fuck are you?
A gremlin, nigga?
‐ Yeah, nigga, Gizmo.
‐ Yo, you stupid, son.
[mellow tune playing
over speakers]
♪ ♪
[click]
[music over speakers]
‐ I think that tone
just deafened my ears.
Word.
BOBBY: Hell yeah, nigga.
Man, I told y'all.
That shit was fucking
inspirational, right?
ASON: Word.
‐ Does sound kind of right.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
[rapping]
Right, uh, uh, uh.
♪ Look, look, ask who the
illest and they sayin' Ason ♪
♪ Dance with me, baby girl,
they playing our song ♪
♪ If anyone try
and doing me wrong ♪
♪ They gon' make me have
to get up in they ass
like a thong ♪
♪ I keep it dirty to the core,
rhymes galore ♪
♪ Everything raw,
sharp like the tiger's claws ♪
♪ I'm dropping bombs
like I'm going to war ♪
♪ With a one‐one, two‐two,
three‐three...♪
BOTH: ♪ Four ♪
‐ Hell yeah, nigga.
Yeah, and then your ass,
you come in next,
and you hop on
the second verse,
you know what I'm saying?
DENNIS: Yo, I'm out.
‐ What?
Where you going, nigga?
You ain't trying
to lay down a verse?
I know you was feeling it
when them shorties was clapping
for you at the Villa.
‐ Hey, yo, as long as my gun
clap, I ain't gotta rap.
[imitates rapping]
‐ [laughs]
‐ Yo...
‐ [humming softly]
[distant voices]
[dogs barking]
[water trickling]
Oh, shit!
No, no, no!
Ma, Ma!
Mama, no, no!
[hyperventilating]
No, no.
No, shit.
[panting]
[whimpering]
No, Ma.
Ma, Ma!
Ma! Ma!
LAURIE:
So this guy on that shit.
Drunk as a skunk, probably.
Who knows what else.
I swear to God, he thought
I was Debbie Allen.
‐ [laughs]
What did you do?
LAURIE: I smacked his ass.
‐ What?
What's wrong with Debbie Allen?
‐ Oh, I love Debbie Allen.
I smacked his ass
'cause I heard him
run that same shit
to my girlfriend
five minutes earlier.
[both laughing]
Drunk ass white boy
couldn't tell the difference
between three
different black women.
‐ So he's attracted
to black women.
‐ Okay, I don't need my man
attracted to black women.
I need him attracted to me.
‐ Mm.
[both laugh]
LAURIE: Beautiful.
So, beautiful,
what do you think?
‐ Oh, my gosh.
I love it!
[both laugh]
Not too dark for me, right?
‐ Honey, you are only allowed
to say if you like
the color or not, okay?
‐ Okay.
LAURIE: All right,
now wait a minute.
I need to get another brush.
SHURRIE: [laughs]
[phone rings]
I got it.
Diggs house.
DENNIS: Yo, Rie.
I need you.
‐ Dennis?
What's wrong?
‐ My mom, she, like‐‐
she got fucked up, all right?
She‐‐she in an ambulance
right now.
I‐‐I need you to take care
of Darius and Darren.
I'm gonna leave
the door unlocked,
'cause I gotta go.
‐ I'll be there
as soon as I can.
[phone beeps]
I'm sorry.
I have to go.
[sighs]
‐ That's okay, sweetie.
Go take care of your man.
Just make sure
that you take care
of yourself too, all right?
[door closes]
[mellow music playing
over speakers]
‐ Oh, my God.
Oh, baby, you look beautiful.
‐ Thanks.
LINDA: But where you off to?
♪ ♪
‐ Um, just to take this
fabulous new look out
for a walk.
LINDA: [laughs]
LAURIE: You know, just a little
aunty‐niece bonding time.
[smooches, giggles]
‐ Well, all right.
‐ Bye, sis.
[door opens, closes]
♪ ♪
[rousing music playing
over television]
MONK: You'll find me, huh?
‐ Is...
my mother....
gonna die?
‐ Listen, uh‐uh.
Don't say things like that.
MONK: And who are you?
[TV chattering]
DARREN: [vocalizes]
[vocalizes]
[TV chattering]
[TV continues chattering]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
‐ [hitches breath]
DENNIS: You look beautiful.
‐ Oh, thanks.
DENNIS: This might be
the first time I see you
without a book in your hand.
‐ [laughs]
‐ You're, like, always reading.
‐ Yeah, I've been trying
to look up more.
Watch where I'm stepping.
Mama says I'm gonna trip
if I don't watch
where I'm going, so...
‐ See, I always look down
when I walk.
Never reading
and still be tripping.
[both laugh]
Yeah, but you be reading, like,
Moby Dick and shit.
SHURRIE: Mm‐hmm.
‐ I could barely
get through Dr. Seuss.
SHURRIE: [laughs]
Hold on.
Some of them Dr. Seuss words
is hard.
DENNIS: Yeah, and some
of them shits ain't real.
Fuck is a "spagoodle"...
‐ [laughs]
‐ "Mamoodle shadoodle
baboodle"?
[laughs]
SHURRIE: [sighs]
‐ This you?
SHURRIE: Yeah, but I could
catch the next one.
DENNIS: No, no, I don't want
to hold you up.
SHURRIE: Next one comes
in 20 minutes.
DENNIS: Yeah, but Randy will be
wondering where you at, so...
[sighs]
‐ Okay.
[brakes hissing]
[doors hissing]
[brakes hiss]
[engine rumbling]
[bell jingles]
[car door opens, slams]
[engine turns over]
[edgy, percussive music]
♪ ♪
[door opens]
[doorbell chimes]
‐ Afternoon,
how can I help you?
‐ Empty it.
Empty the fucking register.
[register whirs, dings]
[tapping gun]
Give me all of this.
HUSBAND: Honey, what's going on
out there?
DENNIS: Shut the fuck up.
HUSBAND: I can't be p‐‐
DENNIS: Get the fuck over here.
Get the fuck over here
right now.
‐ Young man, you got
everything you needed.
Please‐‐
DENNIS: On the ground.
HUSBAND: Please don't‐‐
DENNIS: I said get on
the fucking ground!
MAN: Son, listen‐‐
‐ Your son's a bum!
HUSBAND: [hollers]
WIFE: [exclaims]
DENNIS: hey, yo, fuck your son!
Fuck it, come on!
Get over here, come on.
On the ground.
[both panting]
WIFE: Okay.
DENNIS: And shut the fuck up
before I put a hole
in the both of y'all.
[ragged breathing]
[grunts]
[shuffling]
Fuck.
[bell jingles]
[doorbell chimes]
[door closes]
SHURRIE: Hey.
‐ What's up?
[keys clatter]
‐ I had Miss Gloria
pick up the boys.
How's she doing?
‐ She'll be all right
in a couple days.
‐ You hungry?
‐ I'm sick of this.
‐ What?
‐ Of this.
I got these‐‐
I got these clothes.
[sniffs]
I got these shoes.
[laughs, sniffs]
This fucking rug,
this sound system.
All of this shit.
And I still ain't got nothing.
‐ You got me.
‐ [laughs]
[sighs]
SHURRIE:
Oh, that's funny to you?
‐ Yo‐‐yo, where is this going?
Hmm?
You think‐‐you think we gon'
get married and have kids?
Hmm?
Kids that turn out like‐‐
like Darius and Darren?
That's what you really want?
To deal with that
fucked up shit your whole life?
‐ As long as I have you, yes.
‐ You don't get it.
I thought you was
the smart one.
[keys jingling]
[retreating footsteps]
[door closes]
BOBBY: Hey, yo, Shurrie.
Yo, everything all right?
[door closes]
[quiet music]
♪ ♪
[doorbell chimes]
‐ How you doing today,
young man?
DENNIS: Yeah, I'm chilling.
Thank you.
HUSBAND:
What can I do for you?
‐ My brother got one of those.
‐ Yeah, my wife
bought it for me,
but I don't need it just yet.
Still on my feet.
Or my one foot, rather.
Your brother had an accident?
‐ Nah‐‐nah,
he just got a condition.
HUSBAND: Ah, I'm sorry.
‐ That's life.
‐ Yeah.
Lost my leg to a trip mine
in Vietnam.
See?
‐ Damn, now that‐‐
that's fucked up.
HUSBAND: I know, right?
Just some old dumb mine
I should have seen.
Lucky to be alive, though.
Came back to a life
many of my platoon mates
would have killed for.
Went to college,
opened my own business,
got a son.
‐ You‐‐you do?
HUSBAND: Yeah.
That kid right there.
He ain't as smart as he looks.
‐ Seem like he got
a good father, though.
HUSBAND: Thank you.
I like to think so.
Was a little rough on him
when he was a kid,
but I guess
that was the soldier in me.
Military turned me into a man,
but when I tried that way
on him?
It drove him right away.
‐ I'm sure you tried your best.
‐ You know, I always prayed
that if I had a son,
I could look at this thing
and think that in some way
I lost my leg
so he could have a better life.
And maybe he does.
But what's it matter if he
doesn't talk to me, right?
[chuckles]
[phone rings]
One second.
Yeah?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hold on.
Got you right here.
Yeah, you asked for six.
I know.
Seven, eight?
We got it.
Yeah, I'll be here.
See you then.
All right, bye.
Now, what else
can I help you with?
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Mathematics, you a fuckin'
genius, nigga, yo, fuck that.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I need you to put your hands
together
for world‐wide international
producer.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please put your hands together
and show your love
for our brother and yours,
Mathematics!
Yaaaah!
PERSON: Get on the line!