[Bryant] Step aside. If this fire spreads,
it can burn down this entire neighborhood!
[Calix] It was you.
You pulled me out.
[gunshot]
Fucking merk this motherfucker on my mama, nigga!
[detective] Somehow, this task force has allowed theft
and violent crimes to escalate,
which means my ass is on the line.
[percussive music]
[Bryant] You stood by Terry through thick and thin.
Nigga, fuck you!
And I ain't covering for yo' stank ass no more.
I know that you are a faithful husband.
[Mabel] Take that shit off,
and let's get this party started right.
What the fuck we gonna do about Lamar?
We tag team 'em, we get this nigga together.
I got some smoke that'll elevate your game even more.
Bleek got the purest coke in the city.
[Meech] Bleek could be your bitch,
instead of you being his.
100 keys up front, and we'll be re-upping in a week.
300 kilos.
How the fuck do we get that back to the states undetected?
It's already there.
[Terry] Holy shit.
I'm moving your mama back to that shitty-ass,
Herman Kiefer.
[muffled] No, no!
[B-Mickie] Hey, uh, here to see Vernelle Mickie.
I'm sorry. She passed two days ago.
This mentorship is over, nigga.
You a boss now.
[Meech] All them years we spent sharing each other clothes,
standing on the block, freezing our fucking nuts off
brought us here?
Nigga, we finally got everything
we ever fucking wanted.
[Terry] Yeah. Yeah, man.
Now, quit standing here acting like
the Lions won the fucking Super Bowl.
We still gotta move all this shit.
Come on.
[Run-D.M.C.] ♪ Hard times can Take you on a natural trip ♪
♪ So keep your... ♪
[Meech] Man, quit being a buzzkill.
If you think about it, we kinda have won.
Shit, drought's over,
and we more flushed than Noah's fucking Ark.
Yeah, but we still gotta stay focused.
Stake's too high for any mistakes.
Last time we pushed out of a city, a driver got knocked.
Man, Tee, don't start with that dumbass shit, man.
I don't want to hear that shit, bro.
Well, what about the B-Mickie wire debacle?
Tee, B ain't tell 'em shit. The fuck?
- Well, how do you know that? - Shut up.
Nobody has seen or heard from his ass in days.
[upbeat music plays]
[person] Just scoot on up.
[indistinct chatter]
[Terry] Meech, what the fuck are we doing here?
[Meech] Hey, Tee, how many cars
you think inside that garage right now?
[Terry] Man, I honestly don't fuckin' know.
[Meech] You see, a car wash like this
allows us to hide in plain sight.
Packing cars. Cleaning money.
And our name's not on it, so nobody'll ever be able
to connect this shit back to us.
Yeah. Come on.
[Terry] Yo, you bought this place?
Yo, we already got the record store.
Which we'll still have,
but we'll keep the drugs in the stash spot
until they're brought here.
Then we gonna pack 'em all in cars.
No more glove boxes. We elevating our shit.
We gon' take the doors off and put the work inside.
Then put the doors back on.
When the cars reach their destinations,
the work will be unloaded and replaced with money.
When the car comes back with cash...
...they'll head to the stash spot
where the money will be hand counted.
Fuck them sticking-ass counting machines.
Then we start all over again at the car wash.
Yo, the streets are saying
K-9 got knocked by the Feds outside LA.
- What? - Man, get the fuck outta here.
Yeah, shit's crazy.
Yo, if that's true,
they must have been following that nigga for a while.
Shit, they probably onto us too.
Yeah, but it don't matter, 'cause with K-9 off the grid,
that means more people need more supply.
We gotta be slicker than one time, 'cause our time's now,
and we taking over the fuckin' nation.
Yeah.
[Meech] Push it to the fucking limit.
[Charlie] ♪ I got everything On the line ♪
♪ Out here I'm on the grind ♪
♪ Trying to get mine ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ The D's ain't that good ♪
♪ These niggas is ratting ♪
♪ They tell them What's going on ♪
♪ That's how they know What's happening ♪
♪ I'm riding With the top down ♪
♪ Trunk full of yola ♪
♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪
♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪
♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪
♪ Though I fuck With the weirdos ♪
♪ They snort away the pain ♪
♪ Bang their dope In their vein ♪
♪ Shorty crying Christmas ain't coming ♪
♪ Her pop's locked up ♪
♪ When it hurts the worst ♪
♪ Your ace find out She knocked up ♪
♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪
♪ When the Feds Come knocking ♪
♪ It's all fucked up So wish me luck ♪
[Charlie] ♪ At least You could wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ All you got to do Is wish me luck, yeah ♪
Dominos, motherfuckers! [laughs]
That's gotta be the luckiest nigga in the world.
Sterl, Knuckles, whattup doe?
Ain't shit. You got it.
Know you heard about your boy K-9.
Yeah, man.
One man's problem is another man's opportunity.
I'm actually here to tell you I'm finna spin that shit
into a win-win for us all.
Yeah. My kind of nigga.
[Meech] Fo' sure.
Hey, Sterl, let me holla at you real quick
'bout somethin' else.
Ooh!
A'ight, Tee, I'm finna shoot back down to Ohio
and reconnect with that dude Stone who James put me onto,
so we can plant some flags down there.
How the hell you gonna move work there,
and we don't even got drivers here?
Me, Rollie, and a couple of the PAs gonna head down there.
All yo' ass gotta worry about is getting the drivers
- and the cars, little nigga. - [Terry] Last I check,
Charles Flenory is my daddy, not Demetrius.
Whatever, nigga. [laughs]
[Meech] Throw like a bitch.
[phones ringing, chatter]
[Major Garr] Good afternoon.
Commander Beckwith has been transferred.
[officer] What?
I'm Major Damon Garr,
and I'll be taking over this organization
for the foreseeable future.
I've been catching up on all of your case files
when I got a call about a major development.
Yesterday, DEA agents in Los Angeles
arrested Lawrence Canady.
Street name K-9.
What was the charge?
Possession of a schedule two controlled substance
with intent to distribute.
Cocaine.
How much?
50 kilos.
Now, the DEA is gonna extradite him here
and ring him on distribution charges.
You know, K-9's arrest creates a power vacuum,
which means more war, which means more bodies.
I am well aware that K-9's arrest will trigger
a shit slide to the bottom of the hill and take us with him,
so I'm coordinating with the local DEA.
[overlapping chatter]
[Jin] Let the jurisdictional bullshit begin.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
What's crackin', Stone?
Man, you too light-skinned to be darkening up my day.
Is that how you treat a man bringing you good news?
I don't know you, but I heard your boy over here
like pointing gats at nigga's nutsacks.
[Meech] If that's what I gotta do to get
a motherfucker's attention, so be it.
But I'm actually here to help you get out of them, um,
pump waves and perm.
So check this out.
I got a Colombian connect.
Yeah, which means I got the purest
and the cheapest that I'm offering you.
Okay. So what in return?
All you gotta do is introduce me to yo' man Bleek
so I can put him on and we all shine.
Hmm.
You know, the other night was nice.
Meeting Kevin and hanging out.
[door opens]
Yo, what the fuck is this?
I don't need a tour guide.
Special Agent Chambers,
we were hoping that we could partner with you
in your investigation of Lawrence Canady--
I don't need your hand-holding either.
But we believe that he has important intel
that would help all of us.
Well, when my team is done.
Until then, I'll need this war room
and the rest of your case files.
[Jin] We're all professionals.
What's the harm in having a few questions
crossed off our list?
Look, I know I'm in your neck of the woods, downriver,
but this still is my goddamn case.
Look, with the organizational intel we already have,
K-9 could lead to multiple busts.
We've had him on our radar.
We know how to go at him.
Yet, we were the ones who collared him.
[chuckles]
Y'all have a nice day.
- Look, Special Agent Cha-- - [door slams]
- ["Kind of Vibe" playing] - [singer] ♪ Can do what I do ♪
[Terry] Whattup doe?
[singer] ♪ I wanna know Can I be down? ♪
Well, what are you doing here?
I just came here to check out the baddest honeys
of the night.
What is this, a girls' night out?
Nah, Boom's in the back with his boys somewhere.
And probably some bitches.
Yeah, well,
I came to tell your boy that
I got a new plug with a Colombian.
He might want to start fucking with us,
'cause he can't compete with our prices or quantity.
Oh, so you the supplier now?
You're not the buyer anymore?
Hell yeah.
He gotta roll with us, or get rolled the fuck over.
Sounds like good news for you, but bad news for Boom.
Yeah. His choice.
That's our debt to him.
I'll make sure that he gets it.
Boss.
You ladies have a good night.
- [woman] You too, baby. - [woman giggles]
[singer] ♪ Can do what I do ♪
[hip-hop music playing]
[bouncer] Hey. Yo, hold up.
Man, you strapped, and I'm strapped.
Get the fuck on.
[rapper] ♪ Yo When it's all said and done ♪
♪ I bet you get... ♪
Stone says you got a little idea.
[chuckles]
Nigga, ain't shit little about me or my fuckin' ideas.
I'm a big-picture guy with an even bigger supply.
That's what's up, but I'm cool.
He cool. [chuckles]
Shit, a'ight.
but you'll be a whole lot wealthier
and happier with my shit.
I love when city slickers swear their shit don't stink.
Look, nigga, I'm about dollars and cents.
That's it, so you either fucking with me,
or you not.
You should probably bounce while you still can.
I respect that, and I respect territory too,
but I can't control customers crossing that border
once Stone flush his hood. [chuckles]
[tense music plays]
[bouncer] All talking like that, shit.
Get the fuck on, man.
[Calix] I was a transport driver back in Vietnam.
I drive a cab right now to make some extra cash
'cause the VA checks, they barely cover the rent.
Mm. All right, G.I. Joe.
You and Auntie Rose are definitely
gonna like the money you makin' here.
Um, just like your nephew Sockie did.
Uh, we just gotta make sure you be careful of five-oh.
[chuckling] Well, y'all might think I've lost a step,
but, uh, all my senses are working just fine.
I spot their asses in a heartbeat.
I understand that, but there may be some things on the road
that's kinda hard to notice,
so I'll walk you guys through Tee's school of driving.
Yeah? All right, perfect.
So we're just gonna go over a few basic things
just to make sure you guys don't get caught,
like my last driver did.
Better pay attention to this shit.
All right, first things first.
Do not ever take any pens, keys,
matchbooks, or receipts from any hotel that you stay at.
That way, if you ever get pulled over,
there'll be no paper trail.
[Terry] Exactly, and if you happen to stop and get gas,
do not wear no jewelry,
and do not pull out a wad of cash.
Thanks, ma'am. Have a blessed day.
[Auntie] You too.
[Terry] A gas station will call five-oh
as soon as your Black ass bounce.
Now, when driving, always keep your seat straight up.
Body positioned properly.
Do not keep nothing in the car.
No trash. No-no gum wrappers.
No--definitely no piss in a bottle.
If an officer see pee in a bottle,
it'll let them know that there is something so valuable
in this fucking car that you cannot stop
to go to the bathroom.
Therefore, it'll trigger an automatic search
to the vehicle, and we don't want that.
Mr. G.I. Joe, he ain't talking to me on that one.
My aim ain't good enough to do no dumb shit like that.
[laughter]
Lamar, what the fuck is that?
It's Blackie.
I wanted to keep him someplace special.
So once Zoe come home,
everybody I love gonna be under one roof.
[Monique] I'm so sorry, Lamar.
I know how much he meant to you.
I have something to make you feel better.
What? Some pussy?
Nigga, hell nah.
Especially not saying it like that.
But remember how we used to get down back in the day?
Let's take a trip down memory lane.
Damn, Mo.
- What you think about that? - Shit. Let's go.
- [Monique chuckles] - Hey.
[Roland] One car after another,
the boys out here clocking for real.
[indistinct chatter]
We gonna be sold out again, and at the mall by 6:00.
This the easiest money we ever got.
[scoffs] Hell yeah.
[tires screeching]
Don't speak too soon. There go Bleek's crew.
- [Meech] What the fuck? - [Stone] Fuck!
[rapper] ♪ That's what It really means ♪
♪ Any sucka wanna try me I'ma hit him in his spleen ♪
♪ Yo, please watch yo' step Around me ♪
♪ I may look nice But it's not what it seems ♪
[Roland] Oh, shit.
[rapper] ♪ And beg for life On his knees ♪
♪ I'll turn your whole block Into a bloody Elm Street ♪
♪ I am the Grim Reaper To all sleepers ♪
[man screams]
- [crash] - Damn.
[Stone groans]
Now we finna gotta help this nigga.
[Stone shouts, grunts]
[rapper] ♪ Yo, I am the leader ♪
♪ Grandmaster, only wear What's worthy ♪
- [gunshot] - [Meech] Break that shit up.
I said break that shit up!
Man, cap this fool!
Bodies are bad for business, nigga.
Fuck y'all!
Stealing all our goddamn customers.
Nigga, I been gave Bleek a chance
a long time ago to get down.
Guess what happened? He let his ego get in the way.
Bleek put us on, so fuck what you saying.
Oh, so clearly he'd rather you eat out the palm of his hand
than show you how to be a boss, huh?
I'm the type of nigga who always
looks out for his people, and all my people get paid.
- The choice is yours. - Yeah.
[knocking on door]
Hey.
I came to borrow Lucille's skillet.
Is she around?
Uh, she's in the shower.
How you doing, Charles?
Woman, you playing with fire.
I told you Meech saw us at the strip club that night.
[Mabel] He does not strike me as someone--
[Charles] That's beside the point.
I don't want us getting caught.
Well, neither do I.
But the more dangerous, the wetter I get.
- See for yourself. - Hey, listen, baby.
We can't keep sneaking around like this.
Well, what if I don't wanna stop?
We're having way too much fun together.
Listen, maybe we can get a room, but no more surprises.
Ooh, a hotel's a great idea.
You know, the E-Z Rest has those vibrating beds.
You're gonna love where my lips go.
[Charles chuckles] I mean, come on now.
Save it for the E-Z Rest.
- [Mabel] Mm. - [Charles moans]
[sultry music plays]
♪ ♪
[Charles clears throat]
Girl, I thought I heard your voice!
I just wanted to borrow your skillet and catch up.
I ain't seen you in a month of Sundays.
Well, that's 'cause you been working so much.
I'ma make some tea. Can I offer you some?
I'd love some.
[phones ringing]
Hey, I'm not giving these to those DEA assholes.
Hey, have you heard anything from B-Mickie?
No, not since he fled after the wire.
Yeah, I know all the major players,
except this guy.
Uh, street name's Hoop.
Uh, he's been running with Meech and Terry
since the 50 Boyz days.
Not much else is known.
Huh. Interesting.
I'll do a deep dive and see what I can dig up.
[Terry] Hey, Hoop, Curly ain't no little boy no more, huh?
I'm just trying to follow in your footsteps, Tee.
Cool, we're gonna need your help stashing these bricks.
A'ight, bet. [groans]
[Hoop] Shit stink, don't it?
That's ghost pepper, garlic, lemon, cayenne, vinegar
to throw dogs off.
So look, we're gonna need you to take this.
Take your little-ass hand,
and stuff it all the way back here.
Why not just use a golf club?
And risk puncturing 'em?
This is your moment to show how serious you are to be in BMF.
Don't make us sorry we ever trusted you.
["Let Me Find Out" playing]
♪ ♪
[rapper] ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ Hold up, hold up, hold up ♪
♪ On some for-real shit, son ♪
♪ Niggas better stop playin' ♪
I knew you'd come knocking.
Guess what you promised was real.
They quit and took the rest of my crew with 'em.
Ah, damn. Can't say I ain't warn yo' ass.
Your offer still stand?
Not if you plan on fucking our shit up, it don't.
Listen, man. I ain't bring them niggas over.
[rapper] ♪ Biggin' up Like they some heavy hitters ♪
[sighs] Not directly.
But your actions created that shit.
Now, look, let me just tell you like this.
If you want to be down, you gotta be down.
You can't be out for your fucking self.
I'm with that, so long as Stone is.
Man, we getting money over here,
so as long as you don't put Terrell
or my triflin'-ass cousin on, we good.
We get you a seat right here.
[rapper] ♪ Let me find out ♪
♪ It's gonna be me and you ♪
♪ One on one till one is done Ya through ♪
[both chuckling]
[Monique] I'm high as fuck.
[Lamar] I understand why. This that shit right here.
[inhales deeply]
[singer] ♪ My eyes can't stray ♪
[sighs]
[singer] ♪ My touch ♪
Why everything I love I lose?
[singer] ♪ Sends me ♪
["Never Too Far" playing]
♪ ♪
You ain't lose me.
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
You know,
you was the first guy to make me feel beautiful.
That's 'cause that's the truth.
Did you know how it feel to
know that everybody in the neighborhood
was demanding your attention?
But you only gave it to me.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
- But when you went away... - Mm-hmm.
I felt like Zoe lost her father.
I lost the only man I truly love.
♪ ♪
Well, mama always said that, um,
a bath and a nap fix everything.
[laughing] Nigga, I know you don't think
I'm 'bout to wash yo' ass.
What... [laughs]
[laughs]
[singer] ♪ Doing what you like And making you ♪
♪ Top priority ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Don't overthink it ♪
♪ Baby, just bring it ♪
♪ Nothing holding you back From me ♪
♪ You're never too far away From my love ♪
♪ It's never too hard ♪
[door hinges squeak]
♪ Right here in my arms ♪
♪ Away from my love ♪
♪ It's never too hard ♪
♪ To get back touch ♪
♪ Right here in my arms ♪
♪ Hold you in my trust ♪
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Come on, Mo!
♪ ♪
So how was your trip?
Dope.
I crowned two Ohio kings.
Hey. Okay.
With K-9 down, a lot of niggas is lined up for supply.
I'm still waiting on my girl to finish lacing up the whips.
What happened to Duke?
Oh, Duke's out,
but I got a few good-ass drivers that's ready to roll.
[phone rings]
Yo.
Hey, babe.
I'ma take you to dinner tonight to celebrate, after all.
[chuckles] Oh, that's what's up.
That's what's up. Um...
I'ma wear something sexy at the restaurant for you.
[chuckles] A'ight, a'ight.
Um, I'ma see you at 8:00, yeah?
All right. You too. All right.
[Meech] Man, I told your stupid ass
to stop fucking with Markisha and her poisonous-ass pussy.
What the fuck I look like, taking advice from a nigga
with not one, but two baby mamas?
I don't trust that bitch, Tee.
You don't have to.
And for the record, her pussy ain't poisonous.
It actually paradise.
You should be worried about B-Mickie
and not who I'm fucking.
Nigga, you is the most softest, pussy-whipped nigga
I've ever met in my life.
Just don't be late to that fuckin' skate party tomorrow.
[Terry] I won't, nigga.
Soft-ass nigga, man.
Fucking L7.
[jazzy piano music playing]
♪ ♪
[Terry] Damn. You look beautiful as hell.
- Thank you. - Let me take your coat.
I got a surprise underneath.
[Terry] What kind of surprise?
[Markisha] Come find out.
[Terry] Damn, you wild as hell.
This is a surprise.
[sultry music plays]
♪ ♪
[door slams]
[mutters] Putting these together.
You keep doing your homework.
- [Meech] Mama. - Yeah, baby.
Nikki. Got y'all some gifts.
- It's for me? - This for you right here.
Yes.
[Meech] And for you, queen.
Take it, Mama. It ain't gonna bite you.
Yo, Meechie, I love it.
[laughs]
- Do you? - Yes!
- Oh. - [Nicole] Thank you.
Oh, my goodness. This is beautiful,
but where am I gonna wear this to?
To the RollerCade.
I bought it out for everybody.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
I can invite my friends?
You can invite anybody you want.
For real?
Yo, I gotta call Karen, Kierston, and Danielle.
I'm-yeah, I-I'm really-- I'm not sure that I can do this,
and-and I'm sure that your father would not approve, so...
[Meech] Listen, Mama.
Pops is his own man, and you your own woman.
Sometimes, it won't hurt you to just let your hair down
and do something for you.
[upbeat music plays]
This gonna be cute on me.
Yes, it is.
[Markisha] This one's a little too hood for me.
I mean, I think you look fly as fuck in all of 'em.
I'ma just get you everything. How about that?
[Markisha] Thank you, baby.
[singer] ♪ Temporary love ♪
♪ It ain't no doubt About it, yeah ♪
My man, Wissam.
You've come up, Tee. No more layaways?
[Terry chuckles] No, sir.
You know, even when me and Meech had shit in our pockets,
you always took good care of us.
[Al Wissam] Appreciate you.
That's what neighbors do. We take care of one another.
[Terry] And you know, the funny thing is,
Black people always say, "Oh, the Arabs take our gas stations.
They take our party stores,"
but D wouldn't be the same without the Arabs.
[Al Wissam] Appreciate your business.
Let me grab you a few garment bags from the back.
[Terry] A'ight.
Thank you, baby.
But I want you to do something else for me.
[Terry] What is that?
[Markisha] Thanks for sweating my hair out.
[Terry] Hey, I'm just doing what I do.
You know I love it when you beat that shit up.
You ready for round three?
I'm already locked and loaded.
- Babe. - Yeah?
- You a boss now. - Yeah.
It's time to start acting like one.
You've gotta get rid of this childish hairstyle.
Like, what is this?
Uh, I don't know. Uh...
You don't trust me?
A'ight, a'ight. Let's do it.
All right.
Turn around.
Okay.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
It's gone.
You your own man, Tee.
[upbeat funk music plays]
[excited chatter]
♪ ♪
- Whattup doe? - Yo.
The RollerCade is popping tonight.
I know, it would've been way funner
if your gump ass could've put on some skates.
[Terry chuckles] Come on, man.
Tee, where the hell is your tail?
Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh, I f-forgot to tell you.
Uh, you know, I try to switch things up a bit.
Nigga, that's fucking high treason,
and you know what?
This got Markisha's stank ass written all over it.
[Terry] Chill.
You tender dick-ass nigga.
I ain't never seen a motherfucker so pussy-whipped
in my life, man.
Hey, Ma. You-you look incredible.
Pops coming by?
I think he had to work.
[Meech] That's Pops. Always working.
Love you.
[Charles] I can't find my rhythm with this vibrating bed.
[bed rumbling, stops]
[grunting]
Maybe we should put in another quarter?
I don't think that's the problem, Charles.
You're not here with me.
[distant siren wailing]
Maybe it's time we call it quits.
What?
Why would you say that?
[sighs] I've been through this before.
My ex-husband and I were swingers.
It still hurt when he continued to see the other woman
we'd had a threesome with.
A threesome?
Damn.
What I'm saying is,
Lucille's my friend and neighbor.
We borrow shit from each other all the time.
It's probably time I give you back to her too.
[upbeat funk music plays]
[Terry] I'm glad you came.
Where's the kids?
They went to get snacks.
They begged me to come.
You sure it wasn't you?
[singers] ♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
This motherfucker... [mumbles]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell you doing, Wanda?
Yo, your brother is on one right now,
and I'm about to fuck this nigga up.
You already know Tee don't got no sense,
which I've always admired you for being the one.
Come on now, Wanda.
You've been A-1 since day one, and I appreciate you for that.
Yeah, but loyalty don't mean shit to him, Meech.
Disrespecting the fuck outta me, bringing this bitch here.
I love Tee to death, but he made his bed,
and you know that.
I know me and you haven't always seen eye to eye, Wanda,
but you need to make your bed
and stop depending on that nigga.
I got you, my nephew, and the new baby.
- For real. I got you. - Yeah.
[crowd cheering]
[DJ Wheelie] This next song's a couples skate.
If you don't have a partner,
I'm gonna need you to clear the floor.
For those who do, let's roll.
[Meech] C'mon, Mama. Let's roll.
No, boy. No. I'm okay.
Come on, Mama.
You look too good not to be dancing now.
Let me see some of them moves.
Oh, I got some moves.
- Mind if I cut in? - Come on, Pops. You got it.
- [both laugh] - Ooh, watch yourself.
[Anita Baker's "Will You Be Mine"]
[Anita Baker] ♪ A feeling I can't explain ♪
♪ The love I lost I found again ♪
♪ My broken heart ♪
They look so cute.
So do you.
Zoe would have loved this.
Yeah, but stick to the plan,
so we can bring her home where she belongs.
Nigga, don't tell me what to do.
I got this.
- Fuck. - I'm serious, man.
♪ It's all I got to give ♪
♪ My soul was lost ♪
- [Lucille laughs] Oh. - ♪ In the dark of... ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Right? That's some bull. - You know that, right?
- [employee] Thank you, girl. - Thanks.
Oh, shoot.
[Charles] All right, so mama, let me get my jacket.
[chuckles]
Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?
The E-Z Rest Motel, Charles?
You motherfucker.
A receipt from the E-Z Rest Motel
this afternoon?
I just started working a job there.
Well, why did they need to rent you a room?
I must have accidentally grabbed the wrong receipt
when I was cleaning up my tools.
I'm not dumb, Charles.
Who is she?
What are you talking about?
Answer the damn question!
Hey, Mom. Mom, Dad, what's going on?
Your father just got caught lying about
- the affair he's been having. - What?
- Pops, is she telling the tr-- - Terry, just--
Get your hands off my damn son,
and go back to the bed that you just left!
Let's go.
[somber music plays]
Nicole.
[Jin] He had no priors, outside of a sealed juvie record.
[Bryant] Mm, how'd you get your hands on that?
[chuckles]
You'd be surprised what a wink and a smile could do.
[dog barking]
So, um, about that kiss.
That was a one-time deal.
Okay.
There he is.
[car door slams, engine starts]
[engine starts]
[camera shutter clicks]
[camera shutter clicking]
Whose house do you think this is?
It's probably his girlfriend's,
and he's here for some early morning nookie.
[chuckles]
[garage door opens]
[engine rumbles]
So do we go with the truck, or stay on the house?
Oh, something big must be going down.
He switched cars.
[camera shutter clicking]
Wait.
Heath's file didn't mention anything
about a military stint,
so I guess we follow and see where it goes.
[engine starts]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[siren whoops]
[siren wails]
Calix?
Detective Jin.
I thought I was going the speed limit.
What are you doing in this vehicle?
It's my truck.
Well, we were following a suspect to a house,
and then we see you pull out of the same place.
I'm crashing at my friend Clarence's place.
Get out the car please.
Driver's license.
Over there.
[Jin] Where you headed?
[Calix] Lansing.
A veteran support meeting of the American Legion.
Oh.
Isn't he supposed to ask permission before doing that?
What you hidin'?
Nothin'.
So if it's okay with you,
I'd like to go meet with my fellow servicemen.
Drive safe.
[truck door slams]
[Bryant] Fuck. That's strike one.
[Bryant sighs]
Bryant, you got a visitor.
[G-Q] Young lady?
[Bryant] Looks like our luck is getting better.
[sniffs, clears throat]
[LaWanda] I've, uh, done a lot of thinking about what you said,
and those photos of Terry and that other woman
really pissed me off.
I seen him with her the other day.
I know this must be incredibly hurtful,
but we are just glad that you finally came to talk to us.
Look, you're doing the right thing.
[LaWanda] I'm not sure I am.
[mumbling] A-1 since day one.
A-1 since day one.
Uh, pardon me.
Could you-could you, uh, speak up please?
And stay the fuck away from me and my family.
- Excuse me? - At the end of the day,
Terry is the father of both of my kids,
and I ain't breaking that bond for nobody.
Then what the hell you bring your ass here for?
Man--man, fuck you and them bogus-ass photos.
[Jin] And that's fucking strike two.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
Yeah, I need to blow off some steam.
Um, remember when we were running surveillance on Terry,
and you offered to handle something for me?
I am not striking out today.
Now.
[punchy sexy music plays]
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Tell me what you think about ♪
♪ Freaky thoughts, uh ♪
♪ I bet you like To dream about ♪
♪ Me on top, oh! ♪
♪ If you had your way ♪
♪ Would you take me straight To outer space ♪
♪ On your rocket ship ♪
- [both grunt] - [singer] ♪ Let's fly ♪
♪ Let's explore ♪
♪ Our sexuality ♪
- [both grunting, moaning] - [singer] ♪ Our sexuality ♪
♪ Let's explore ♪
- [singer] ♪ Let's explore ♪ - [singer] ♪ Our sexuality ♪
- [singer] ♪ Oh, whoa ♪ - [singer] ♪ Sexuality ♪
♪ ♪
♪ All right, c'mon ♪
♪ I know you like it, baby ♪
Yo, what are we gonna do, now that Mama found out
about Pops' affair?
[Meech sighs]
Wait.
Yo, don't tell me you knew about this
this whole time, Meech?
Tee, please.
You fuckin' somebody mama who happens to be married, nigga.
Kill all the hypocritical shit, like you a saint.
[Terry] Come on. Take a moment.
[Hoop] Hey, man, Calix made the money drop,
but Auntie got jacked.
By some crunchy, Black, gold-toothed motherfucker.
[car door slams]
Motherfucker, can't you see me in front of you?
Oh, damn!
I'm sorry, ma'am. Are you all right?
I got my license and registration here.
Take-take my stuff.
And who the hell are you?
[Lamar] Run that truck.
Motherfucker.
[Lamar] I wish you wouldn't have done that.
[Auntie yelps]
[Terry] Damn. Lamar must be watching us.
We probably gotta switch this whole shit up again.
No, we don't, man.
I think I might know where his ass is at.
[phone rings]
Whattup doe?
What the fuck?
I'm on my way right now, man.
Where are you going that's more important than this right now?
Listen, we gonna boycott Lamar and freeze his ass out.
Anybody doing business with that nigga
stays in the dark with us, flat out.
Spread the word, Auntie. I got you, all right?
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
Where the fuck you been at, nigga?
Fuck off me, man! I'm killing Bryant!
You killing Bryant?
You can't merk one-time, you fool.
[B-Mickie] He ain't a fucking cop.
That nigga locked me in the trunk,
transferred my mom to a shitty-ass facility,
all because I wouldn't bring his ass to you.
Now she's dead, Meech. [panting]
And now that motherfucker gotta get it too.
Hell no.
I can't let you make that move, B.
Why the fuck you can't?
Nigga, what the fuck he got on you?
Tell me!
That fucking gun.
The one I used on Jay-Mo and Kato.
- What? - I know.
I fucked up. I fucked up!
But-but this is how I'm 'bout to make shit right.
Hell no, nigga.
You gonna set us back even further.
I ain't giving him a fucking chance.
Not another one.
Did Bryant ever take you in and register you as a CI?
Nah.
I mean, w-we met up on the low.
Was some incognito shit.
[sighs]
Which means he's probably off the books,
so I doubt that gun's even in evidence.
And that Chinese bitch is his new partner,
so best believe she don't know shit.
For all we know, it's somewhere in his fuckin' house.
His car not here, so he definitely ain't home.
You gotta go in there fast,
and make this shit look like a robbery.
Go, nigga.
[Jin] So this shit stays between us, right?
Ain't nobody business.
Occupational hazard.
[Jin] Um...
it's how I dealt with my sister's death
and the pressures of life.
Why take my anger out on other people
when I can take it out on myself, right?
[Bryant] Look.
We all got shit to bear.
[soft music plays]
See you tomorrow.
♪ ♪
[loud music playing over headphones]
[knock on door]
[tense music plays]
[floorboards creak, footsteps]
Dad?
Dad, is that you?
♪ ♪
Dad?
Ah!
[muffled shouting]
Help!
[both grunting]
[objects rattling]
[B-Mickie] Get in!
[Kevin] Help! Let me out of here!
Help! Help!
Help!
[B-Mickie] Shut the fuck up!
[Kevin sobbing] Help!
Help! Let me out!
Help!
[grunts]
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
[door opens]
[Bryant] Kev, I'm home.
Boy, I know you hear me calling you.
Kev?
- [thumping] - [Kevin] Dad!
Help! Get me out of here!
[Bryant] Oh!
It's okay.
It's okay. I'm here.
I'm here now. It's okay.
[dog barking]
[tires screech]
[engine revs]
[tires screeching]
[B-Mickie yelps] Oh.
I fucked up.
I fucked up, Meech. Big time.
I fucked up. I fucked up.
- I fucked up. - What the fuck you mean?
Did you get the gun?
No, I didn't get the gun. No.
There was somebody in there! His son was in there!
I had to restrain him.
And once I saw the lockbox, Bryant walked in.
Did he see you?
I should have fucking popped him when I saw him!
Did he see you?
You sure?
No, he didn't see me!
And no, I didn't get the fucking gun!
No!
[sobbing]
Fuck, I wonder if he's out to get me, man.
What?
What if he knows it was me, man?
What if... [sobs]
I don't know what to do. I don't...
[tires screech]
I'm fucked up, man. I'm fucked up.
I don't got nobody, Meech.
I don't... [sobs]
- I fucked--fucked up. - Look at me, man.
I fucked up!
Look at me.
Nigga, you my brother. I got you forever.
I never let nothing happen to you.
No matter what. I always got yo' back.
[B-Mickie] Mm.
[gear cranks]
[tires screech]
[somber music plays]
[Terry] Science tells us the universe expanded
'cause pressure, matter, and energy
all pushed against each other.
But like I said, I'm a man of faith.
So if there was a big bang, that shit was preordained.
Like how me and Meech were meant to push it to the limit,
but Bryant was about to push back,
so bruh and I were gonna have to gear up for battle.
[punchy hip-hop music plays]
[singer] ♪ I ain't ever makin' it out ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I ain't ever makin' it out ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I ain't ever makin' it out ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just acceptin' it now ♪
♪ I ain't makin' it out ♪
♪ When I was about five ♪
♪ Evil things Came to my doorstep ♪
♪ And said what's up? ♪
♪ At first it wasn't love But I was still right there ♪
♪ Not much to grasp Open hands ♪
♪ Gave in, latched on To what was always there ♪
♪ I did things I shouldn't have ♪
♪ Yeah, had me scared But I'd do it again ♪
♪ Just to get right here ♪
♪ Good, good life But the baddest beware ♪
♪ I'm the king of it all The one ruler that could ♪
♪ 'Cause he bleeds and breeds Every part of his hood ♪
♪ Appreciate the top When you grew in the mud ♪
♪ Forever misunderstood The man that did and could ♪
♪ Now that's just what I am ♪
♪ The coolest kid With the crown ♪
♪ Either get ahead Or get down ♪
♪ I turn it up Like the sound ♪
♪ DJ on the rounds Got them rockin' the ground ♪
♪ When the sun come around ♪
♪ Back to the only way I know to live ♪