All language subtitles for Bel Air s01e01 Dreams and Nightmares.eng

[J. Cole's "No Role Modelz"]

- I want y'all
to tell me something.

What's a king without a crown?

[echoing]
Crown, crown, crown, crown.

* *

- * First things first *

[siren wailing faintly]

- [exhales heavily]

[faint indistinct chatter]

[Freeway's "What We Do"
playing over speaker]

- * Man, if I get rocked,
this shit for my kids, nigga *

* It's that real shit *

* *

- * Even though
what we do is wrong *

- * We still hustle
till the sun come up *

* Crack a 40
when the sun go down *

* It's a cold winter *

* Y'all niggas
better bundle up *

* And I bet it be
a hotter summer *

* Grab a onion
just to rock it down *

* You hot now, listen up *

- [muttering indistinctly]

- * Is to lock this down *

- [laughs]
- Morning, Mama.

- Morning, babe.

I'm guessing you smelled
the cheese eggs, huh?

- Mm-hmm. You know
that game day breakfast

be hitting super different.

- I'm glad you're feeling good,
because the VCU scouts

are coming to the game
this afternoon.

- Oh, word?
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, good, 'cause you know
the young West Philly GOAT

gonna drop 30 on them. Bow!

- Oh!
- Yeah.

- How about you drop off
the garbage

at the curb on your way out,
Mr. GOAT?

[laughter]

[dog barking, siren wailing]

- Hey.
- Hey, yo!

- Ah! Tray Melbert just
dunked on Will Smith's head.

- Oh, yeah?

Tray Melbert about
to get his ass kicked.

[both grunting playfully]
- Hey!

Now, y'all two better
go on somewhere

with all that foolishness.

both: Sorry, Mrs. Charlotte.
- Mm-hmm.

Sorry, my old Black ass.
[chuckles]

- * We still try to keep Mom
smilin' *

* 'Cause when her teeth
stop showin' *

* And her stomach
starts growlin' *

* Then the heat
start flowin' *

* If you from the hood,
I know you feel me *

* If a sneak start leaning
and the heat stop workin' *

* Then my heat start working,
I'ma rob me a person *

- Nice job, Will.

You too, Tray.

Pleasant surprise.
- You know me, Mrs. Kirkwood.

* *

- One, two, three.
One, two, three.

Go, go, go.

[indistinct yelling]

- Showtime.

Yeah!

[cheers and applause]

[screams]

- Yes!

- Thank you.

[cheers and applause]

- Let's go, baby.
Come on, you got this.

- Iso Will.

* *

[buzzer blares]

[cheers and applause]

- [screams]

- Yo!

[cheers and applause]

- Yes, sir.
Yes, sir!

- Hold it down.
Hold it down, y'all.

Hold it down. Good win, y'all.
Game ball goes to Will.

Way to bring it home,
young boul.

[cheers and applause]

- Hey, Will, don't forget
your day ones

when you in Virginia living
that D-I college life.

- Man, you know I'ma rep
West Philly wherever I go.

Real rap.

- Hey, first day on campus,
you know what jawn

you gotta hit 'em with right?
- What?

- * Hold on, wait a minute *
all: * Hey, hey, hey *

- * Hold on, wait a minute *
all: * Hey, hey, hey *

* Hold on, wait a minute *
- * Hey *

all: * Y'all thought
I was finished *

* When I bought
that Aston Martin *

* Y'all thought it was rented *

* Flexing on these niggas, I'm
like Popeye on his spinach *

* Double-M, yeah,
that's my team *

* Rozay the captain,
I'm lieutenant, ah *

- * Boy, I slide down
on your block *

* Bike on 12 o'clock *

* And they be
throwing deuces *

* On the same nigga
they watch *

* And I'm the king
of my city *

* 'Cause I'm still
calling them shots *

* And these lames
talking that bullshit *

- Hey, Will,
I heard you dropped 30, boy.

- Yeah, you know
the vibes, boy.

- That's crazy.

both: Hey!
- Hey, yo.

Jumper felt good today, Mama.

You know I had to get
that dunk for you.

- I'm so proud of you, babe.

Ooh, the VCU folks,
they wanna set up a visit

to the campus
in Richmond next month.

Said they're gonna roll out the
red carpet for you, Mr. GOAT.

- Yeah?
- 'Ey.

- Stop.
- [laughs]

- Yeah, that's what up.

- Um, I thought you'd be
a little more excited, babe.

What's wrong?

- Virginia's kind of far away.

I still think I'd rather play
at a Philly college, you know?

- Will, look,

I know the thought
of leaving Philly is scary.

- No, I ain't scared, Ma.

It's just, I love my hood,
you know what I'm saying?

Philly's home.
- Good game, superstar.

Don't forget
to text me this weekend.

- Ooh, you know the vibes.
I got you.

You see what I'm saying?

[laughter]

- You're meant
to see so much more

than these
14 square miles, son.

Your crown is waiting
as soon as you find...

- Soon as I find...
both: The courage to wear it.

- That's right. That's right.
- I know. I know.

- I gotta get to work.

Got the late,
late shift tonight.

You need a ride home?

- No, I'ma kick it with Tray
for a little bit.

- Well, don't be home too late.

- I love you.

- Love you, baby. Always.

- [sighs]

- Bro,
all a cheesesteak need

is salt, pepper,
ketchup, fried onion.

Why you adding mayo?

- 'Cause the mayo's what
sets the sandwich off, bro.

I'm telling you, try it.
Shit's on a bean.

- Hell nah. Yo, you drawn.
No, no, man.

Mayo on a cheese steak
is disrespectful, yo.

- Hey, yo. Why y'all niggas
ain't buy me one?

- [scoffs]
Man, here he go.

- Get your own
cheesesteak, Darnell,

since you out here
getting paid.

- Man, y'all should be out here
getting paid with me.

I can holla at Rashad,
put y'all on some work ASAP.

- Hell, nah. We putting in work
on the ball court, that's it.

Yeah, you do you.
- Facts.

My boul Will's finna get
a D-I scholarship, you feel me?

- So they just out here giving
scholarships to anyone, huh?

- You don't got one, hater.

- Man, we both know
if I ain't go to juvie,

your goofy ass been on
the bench passing me Gatorade.

- Watch
your fucking mouth, bro.

- Or what?

Look at y'all scary-ass niggas.

I bet y'all ain't man enough
to pull up to the court later.

It's my city.

Y'all niggas want that smoke,
y'all know where to find me.

- * I could not fuck
with no basics *

- Chump-ass niggas.
Fuck outta here.

- * People behind me,
they chasing *

[engine revving]

- [laughs]

This my city, niggas!

- * I'll do the dance
on the pavement, basic *

* I could not fuck
with no basics at all *

* I'm in the front
and I'm racing *

* People behind me,
they chasing *

* I'll do the dance
on the pavement *

* *

* I'll do the dance
on the pavement *

- It's been three hours.
Why you still tripping?

Yo, Will,
Darnell was just flexing, man.

For real, let that shit go.
- I ain't letting shit go.

Boul talking like
he run West Philly.

- Who cares?
Haters gonna hate, bro.

You ain't got nothing to prove.
- I gotta prove it to myself.

- So what if this shit
goes left?

What about
your VCU scholarship?

- Man, that scholarship
don't mean shit

if I ain't got respect
in my own hood, Tray.

All I got is West Philly.

Is you riding or not?

- Come on, bro,
you know I'm riding.

- All right, then.
- Hey, hold up, though.

Since Darnell's
out there strapped,

I brought a jawn with me.
- Yo, what the fuck?

You trying to catch
a gun charge out here?

- No, I ain't out here
advertising the shit.

It's for protection, bro.

Just trying to make sure
we make it home safe.

- All right, man.

Keep that jawn tucked,
all right?

We not gonna need it.

Come on, let's go.

- * I put my foot on the gas,
take off *

* I cannot let these boys
pass me *

* Make a move and the scene
gon' get nasty *

- Oh, shit.

I guess Willy the college boy
and Tray the scrub

want that smoke, huh?
- Yeah, whatever.

Me and Tray versus you
and whatever bum

on your squad
you trying to run with.

Game to 11, win by two.

- You got some balls,
college boy.

We can do that.
Let's bet something on it.

I don't play for free.
- Shit.

You can bet whatever you want.

- Nigga, how about
you bet what I want?

- Oh, you done fucked up.

- Yeah, Will,
don't get quiet now.

You came on my strip
on that rah-rah shit,

thinking you boul on the court.

Now you gotta prove it.

- Proving's what I do, Rashad.

Put something on it.

- [scoffs]
- Put something on it.

- I got some throwaway bread.
So here's what we about to do.

You two versus Darnell and Rod.

You win, I break you off
2 thou.

You lose, you work for me.

- Talk, nigga.

- All right, bet.

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

- Yeah, all right.

- Hey, Rashad.

Can you pay us in 20s?

- Check rock,
you cocky motherfucker.

- * Just know
that the come-up was real *

* Do the gas,
I don't fuck with the pills *

* Leg scuffed,
let's jump on the drill *

* AP, yeah, I got some
to kill *

* No cleats when I jump
in the field *

* Face shot
that'll fuck up his grill *

[crowd cheering]

* So high, can't swerve
at the wheel *

* In the trap, know I move
with the Glock *

* Headshot,
that maneuver is hot *

* Go like Seth,
he be shootin' a lot *

* He don't know
what to do with the rock *

* Like my tempo,
I move from the block *

* Niggas rattin',
I move with the cops *

* Keep a stick 'cause I move
with the guap *

* Simon says if he move,
he get popped *

* I got a Glock
and bro got a Glock *

* And we goin' fishing' *

* If I throw a shot,
then he throw a shot *

* Then you goin' missin' *
- Let's get it!

- * Niggas is games
and niggas is lame *

* And y'all niggas bitches *
- * Y'all niggas pussy *

- * And we gotta mop,
then we gotta mop *

* And we get the spinnin' *

[crowd cheering]

- It's game point, dickhead.

You was never as good as me.

Don't forget it.

It's my city.

- * Give him two to his back
like he wall *

* Pussy ass,
I can't get hard *

* I tell her suck me off *

* She use her neck and jaw *

* Strap up, I can't go raw *

- What I tell you?

- * I let her ride the boat *

* I like to ride with toast *

* We turn your dog
to a ghost *

* They know
that I do the most *

* Keep a gun on my hip,
fuck a holster *

* I give the bitch
the cold shoulder *

* Bro doin' hits
in the Rover *

* I spent a rack on a jacket *

* Tryin' to keep up,
you know you don't have it *

* Good girl tryin' to fuck
with a savage *

* She see I'm the shit
with no glasses *

* We can slide down his block
with a 'matic *

* We put that boy
in a casket *

- What the fuck?

- Yo, who threw that shit?

Huh?

I said who threw that shit?

Was it you, dickhead?

- Hey, no, he ain't throw it,
Rashad, chill.

- Who the fuck
you talking to, boul?

- Man, you just mad 'cause your
boy Darnell got chalked out.

We won, they lost.
Like I said, we prefer 20s.

- Shut the fuck up, Will.
You my son, you little bitch.

- Get off me.

crowd: Oh!

[dramatic music]

* *

- Get the fuck off me!

Yo, let me go, bro!

Will!

Let go of me, bro!
Get the fuck off me!

- Hey!

[gunshots]

- Oh, shit! Go, go, go!

- Shit, we out!
Watch out!

* *

You better use it.

'Cause if you don't,
I'ma smoke your dumb ass.

[sirens wailing]

- Come on, come on, come on.

Will, move. Let's go!

[indistinct shouting]

[both grunting]

- You got a gun?

Do you have a gun?

Take him down.

- [groaning]

My arm!
- Stop resisting!

- Hey, get off me!

Get off me!

[indistinct chatter]

- Stop fucking moving!
You hear me?

- [groans]

[dramatic music]

* *

- You know them tears
ain't gonna save you, right?

* *

[gunshot echoes]

* *

[banging on cell bars]

- Hey, come on, man.
- Come on, Smith. Move it.

Looks like
it's your lucky morning.

- Damn, young boul
leaving already?

Where you going?

- Fuck outta here.

Hey, yo, boul didn't even
seen a judge yet.

How the fuck
he getting out of here, huh?

You telling?
- Fuck that, man!

- Fucking snitch.
- Back off.

- Bullshit!

[buzzer blares]

- Yeah, I got eyes
everywhere, boul.

Watch your fucking back.

[buzzer blares]

- Mama, say something, please.

- You could've been killed.
You know that, right?

I can't believe
you could be so damn foolish.

- I was just trying
to protect Tray.

- With a gun?

Well, where the hell
did you even get it?

You better find some words.
- It wasn't mine.

- Then why was it in your hand?
- 'Cause I--

I'm sorry, Mama.

Where are we going?

- To the airport.

- What? Why?

- Because your flight to LA
leaves in 45 minutes.

- LA?
- I packed your suitcase.

- What are you talking
about LA?

- You're gonna stay in Bel-Air

with your aunt and your uncle.

- What?
I don't even know them.

- All you need to know
is that they're family.

- Family we ain't
talked to in years.

Mama, I got school,
my friends, the team.

I can't just leave Philly.
- You don't have a choice.

- It's my life. How you gonna
say I don't got no choice?

- You better lower
your damn voice

and fix your tone right now.

[somber music]

* *

- Do I gotta go
to court or something?

- No.

No, your uncle,
he made some calls.

He fixed everything.
It's done.

* *

- Please, Mama.

- Well, you pulled a gun
on Rashad Denton.

He's not gonna let that go.

And I'm not gonna bury my son.

This is for your own good

and for mine.

You got a second chance, baby.

Don't waste it.

[Easy McCoy's "Déjà Vu"]

- * Yeah, young un
came up strong *

* With a will to live *

* It's like déjà vu *

* I see it all the time *

* Yeah, it's like déjà vu *

* I see it all the time *

* *

* Yeah *

[funky music]

- Eh, I ain't really sleep
on the flight,

but I thought it was nice,
though.

No, Ma, I ain't see the car
they sent for me at LAX,

but it's all good.

I found another ride.

I love you too.

All right, bye.

* *

- You got enough air
back there?

- I'm good, thanks.

- No prob, no prob.

So...

North or West?

- Huh?
What you mean, North or West?

- You from Philly, right?

See, my hood compass
is telling me...

West?

- Yeah.

Yeah, born and raised.

- It's your first time
in LA, huh?

- Shit, first time
outside of Philly.

- Word?
- Yeah.

- Well, as-salaam alaikum,
homey.

Welcome to Cali.

- Appreciate you.
- Yeah.

- * 'Cause I can't find
my way *

* Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo *

* Nobody move, hey *

* Nobody move *

- Hey, yo, can you pull
this jawn over real quick?

- Yeah, I got you.

- Appreciate you stopping, bro.

I had to get my mind right
real quick.

Goddamn, this jawn crazy.

Yo, is this shit even real?

- Yup.

People come down here
and work three jobs,

pay two Gs a month
for some shitty-ass apartment,

six roommates, and a stack full
of parking tickets.

All for this.

- Is it worth it?

- It depends on who you ask,
my G.

Now, look, bro, you gotta
have fun while you here,

but I got
a word of advice for you.

This town will try
to make you forget

who you are
and where you came from.

Don't let it do that.

[Childish Major's
"Money Power Respect"]

* *

- * Money, power, respect *

* Keep a lifeline,
keep a lifeline *

* You ever call,
I'll be there *

both: Damn!

- * I reach the stars
from the stairs, yeah *

* I love love when it's real *

[engine shuts off, music stops]

- [laughs]

Yo, in Compton,
we call this shit a come-up.

I mean, a come-way-the-fuck-up.
- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Nigga.

You did not tell me
that your family was white.

[laughs]
- Thanks, bro.

Oh, yo, I just realized
I ain't catch your name.

- Oh, Jazz. Two Zs.

Never been to Utah.

- Got it.

Appreciate the ride, fam.
- Of course.

- Yes, sir.
- Hold on. Hold on.

You owe me 150.
- Oh, right.

Uh, let me go get
some money right quick.

- Yeah, no rush.
I charge by the minute.

- Relax, little man.
I got this.

How much is the fare?

- Uh, let's see.
Uh, LAX to Bel-Air.

Luxury ride.
Let's just call it 200?

- Sorted.

- Appreciate it, bruv.

Yo, holla
if you need me, Will.

- Yes, sir.
Appreciate you, Jazz.

Um...

so I'm Will.

Who are you?

- Geoffrey Thomas,
house manager.

Come, your aunt's eager
to see you.

We were worried when you missed
the car we sent for you.

- * How much money you got,
a lot *

* How many problems you got,
a lot *

* How many people
that doubted you, a lot *

* Left you out to rot, a lot *

* How many pray that you flop,
a lot *

* How many lawyers you got,
a lot *

* How many times you got shot,
a lot *

* How many niggas you shot,
a lot *

- Yo, I got
some rich-ass relatives.

Hey, yo, man, chill, Idris.

I can carry my own bags, man.

- [laughs]

Idris, yeah?

How original.

- Will, oh, I'm so happy
you're here.

[laughter]
- Aunt Viv.

- Welcome, good to see you.

Geoffrey, will you please take
Will's bags up to his room?

- We good?

- All right,
but my Iverson poster

better not come up
missing, man.

- I hear you, man.
AI's a ledge.

But I've always been
a bit more of a King Kobe fan.

RIP.

[jazzy music playing
over speakers]

* *

- There's so much space.

- Ah, yeah, well, I know
it can feel overwhelming,

but don't worry.

You'll know your way
around here in no time.

- Until then, can I get
a map of this jawn?

- Ooh, there's
that Philly swag.

Oh, I've missed it so much.

I am so sorry I couldn't

pick you up from LAX
myself today.

- No, it's all good.
I see you got a party going on.

- I wish it was as fun
as a party,

but forget all of that.

Are you all right?

I mean, after everything
that happened--

- Yeah.
It's all good, Aunt Viv.

You know, got in one little
fight, my mom got scared.

- I'm just so happy
you're okay.

Oh, I'm sure
you must be exhausted.

Come on, let me show you
up to your room.

- Oh, actually, it'd be cool
if I could go to the party.

Get some food, see my cousins,
and thank Uncle Phil.

- Um...

Of course you can.
Yes, you can.

Come on, let me
show you around.

- All right.

Okay, um,
what type of party is this?

- Oh, it's a fundraiser
for your Uncle Phil.

He's running
for district attorney.

- Mm.
- Your mama didn't tell you?

- Mm-mm.

- Mm-hmm.
Hilary, look who I found.

- Will, oh, my God.
Y'all, look at this.

This is my cousin Will.
- No, no, no, no, okay.

Put the phone down.
- He just got here from Philly.

Mom, I have 3,000 people
watching my live.

- Oh, you want 3,000 people
to watch your mom

throw your phone into the pool?
'Cause we can do that.

- Okay, okay.

Anyway, if you want
this recipe,

find it on my page.
- Okay, three seconds, Hilary.

- Make sure to like, comment,
and subscribe.

And bye, beautiful babes.
[smooching]

The Bel-Air princess
has to go party.

[scoffs]
Hello.

The most boring party ever.

Will, oh, my God.
- Hey.

- What's up? How are you?
- Oh, yeah, you famous?

- Oh, I mean, no, yes.

My 75,000 followers
like to think so.

So, you know.
- Okay, you two, listen.

I have to get back
and chatter with these donors.

Hilary, will you help Will find

something to wear
for the event?

- Oh, yes, yes, yes
to the style sesh.

I got you.
- Thank you.

Oh, Will, we are so happy
that you're here.

Really. Hmm?

Hilary, no more social media
for the rest of the party.

I mean it.
- Okay, Mom. I promise.

- Thank you.
- Dang.

My parents need some weed,
like, good weed.

The indica hybrid or something.

- Oh, God.
- For real.

Okay, look, let's go find you
something fit for a prince.

- All right.

Let's go.
- I'm so excited.

[laughter]

Okay, y'all, so update.
Sorry about that, annoying.

I'm gonna be styling my cuzzo.
Here he is. He so cute.

And they wanna know
if you're single.

- Yeah. You know the vibes.
- [squeals]

So now you know.

Okay, I will show you guys
the finished look

when it's all said and done.
I'm outie, bye.

- Man, it's just Carlton
in this jawn?

- Yeah, but, you know,
this used to be my room.

But I moved to the pool house.
I just needed more space.

I needed the kitchen for my
cooking tutorials, you know.

- Ooh, oh, so you out here

making that top-tier
YouTube money.

- I mean, not yet,
but watch me.

In two years,
I'm gonna be on Forbes

and Mom's gonna be
salty as fuck.

[laughter]
Anyway, come on.

Let's do the styling session.
- All right.

- Whoo!

[sighs]

Okay, so Carlton bought
some suits

for this growth spurt
that never happened.

And they should
fit you perfectly.

Ew, no.

Let me see. Ugh.

- [laughs]
Carlton plays lacrosse?

- Yeah, he's like, the
Jackie Robinson of that shit.

Ooh, now, this is cute.

This mod is perfect.

Okay, Carlton, yes.

Okay, let me see.

Mm.

Mm, that's the one.
- Yeah?

- That's fire.
- Okay.

- And these.

- Okay.
- Period. Get dressed.

- Okay.
- [clicks tongue]

[Reggie's "Ain't Gon Stop Me"]

[sighs]
I'm so talented.

* *

- Sheesh.

Mm.
[vocalizing]

- * I ain't no gangsta nigga *

* Or street nigga
who do that often *

* But the way my life set up *

* I know all them *

* On God, look *

* The pain won't stop me *

- What do you think?

- Hilary Banks,
you have done it again.

Fabulous.

[funky music]

* *

- Yo, y'all backyard
looking like a resort.

- Yeah, Casa de Banks
is a little bougie

but you get used to it.
- I bet you do.

Yeah, this party big as hell.

- Eh, Not really.

Honestly, this is just for,
like, the top donors,

like, CEOs, lawyers,
Hollywood execs,

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, you keep
rocking that look.

I'm gonna go find the alcohol.

Later, cuz.
- Later.

* *

[laughter]

- Damn.

Okay, Bel-Air.

* *

[laughter]

[chuckles]

* *

Yo, Uncle Phil.

What's up, man?
Sorry to interrupt.

Yo, man, party's crazy, man.
This jawn litty as hell.

It's like the ROC Nation
brunch out here.

- Will, what a pleasure.
- Word.

[laughter]

Um, right, listen,

I had a lot of time
to think on my flight,

and I just wanted to say
I appreciate you

for whatever you did--

- Ah, come here,
give me some love.

Give me some love.
[laughs]

I'm glad you're safe.
We'll talk later.

Let me look at you.

Huh? Damn.

Fred, this is my nephew Will.

Will will be staying
with us for a bit.

- Looking sharp, young man.
Nice to meet you.

Fred Wilkes.

- Hey, Freddy Fred.
What's the word?

[laughs]

- And this is Judge Robertson.

- Hey, Robby Rob on the job.
What's up, man?

Double back. There you go.
Get the snap with it.

Yeah, you got it, man.
[laughter]

- Heard a lot about you, Will.
Nice to finally meet you.

- Hey, I'd rather meet you out
here at a fancy dinner party

than in a courtroom,
you feel me?

- Boy, the old man can chat,
innit?

You must be hungry
after your flight, Will.

- Good idea, Geoffrey.
Will, let's get you fed, son.

There's plenty of options
over there.

I'm sure you'll find something
you'll like.

- Come on. Food's this way.
- All right.

All right, I'll holla
at you later, Uncle Phil.

Um, I'm really looking forward
to clearing up my situation.

- All right.

* *

- Your nephew's got
some swagger, Phil.

Bet he's got quite a story.

* *

- Cousin Will!
- Whoa! Yo!

Is this really baby Ashley
almost taking me out like that?

- Chill, dude, I'm 12.
- Whoa, my bad. My bad.

Talk ya ish, young queen.
How you been?

- Aside from global warming
and the polarized

political climate
in this country, fantastic.

- Ash, why don't you
hook up Will with some food?

- Come on, Will.
- Let's do it.

* *

A'ight,
I'm gonna keep it tall.

I'm not feeling
none of this fancy stuff.

- You can order off-menu.
Anything you want.

I'm gonna go find Hilary.
Glad you're here, Will.

* *

- Anything I want.

A'ight. Hey, papi!

You think you can make me
a cheesesteak,

West Philly style?

- I think
I can make that happen.

- Okay, cool, let me get that
with salt, pepper, ketchup,

fried onions...

- Before you walk
into my court...

- Hey, man, don't be afraid
to brown them onions.

There you go.
Yo, matter of fact, man,

burn them jawns, man.
- You do know that "papi" runs

one of the best restaurants
in LA, right?

- That don't mean
he know how to make

a West Philly cheesesteak,
feel me?

And I'm Will, by the way.

- Lisa.

Not gonna lie, I'm loving
the kicks with the suit.

Cuts quite a figure
from a distance.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.

- How about up close?

- Hmm, it's pretty nice
up close too.

- Yeah?
- [laughs]

- You know, you look
pretty good too,

Mona Lisa.

- [laughs]
- Ah, you get that a lot? Yeah?

- Order up, Philly.

- Oh, pardon me.
Yo, good looking out, yo.

'Bout to tear this jawn up.

- Oh.
[laughs]

- Mmm.

Ooh, ooh.

Hey, yo, this jawn crazy.

Hey, pap, you making Philly
real proud out here.

You got family out here
or something?

- Nah, Pittsburgh.
- Philadelphia...

the city of brotherly love
and clogged arteries.

You're a long way
from home, Will.

Glad you made it in one piece.
- What up, Carlton?

How you been, bro?
- Uh, good.

Hey, Lis.
I see you met my cousin.

- Yeah.

Well, I'll let you two
catch up.

Nice to meet you, Will, and...

I hope all is well, Carlton.

Later.

- Hey, yo,
she was cool as fuck.

Baddie too.

Yo, anyways, man,
how you been, bro?

It's been a minute.

- You know, thriving.

- You gonna ask me
how I've been or...

- Oh, you gonna tell me
why you're wearing my clothes?

- Oh, shit.
Yeah, Hilary set me up.

Something about
a failed growth spurt.

[laughter]

- Yeah, no, it's cool.

Look, it's just, Dad believes
that the details make the man.

So if you're gonna wear
my $500 cufflinks,

let's at least make sure

that you wear them up right.

- Appreciate the help, cuz.
- Hey, no problem.

I'm sure I'll be
helping you out a lot.

- What do you mean by that?
- Oh, you know,

helping you fit in at school,
showing you around.

Mom and Dad said
that you're out here

for a better education.

- Uh...

yeah, I mean, we still
trying to figure out

this little arrangement
type jawn so...

- Yeah, yeah.

Well, I hope one day,

we can talk about
why you're really here.

I gotta go.
Welcome to Bel-Air, Will.

- Okay.

- What's up?
- Hey.

So they're ready
for the big speech?

- A couple minutes.

Meaning there's plenty of time
for me

to take back my title
from the champ over here.

- This ain't lacrosse, bro.

And I don't do rematches.

- Plus, you don't wanna
mess up your hair.

Wouldn't wanna ruin a perfect
Banks family moment, would we?

- Hey, what could go wrong
with a photo op with us in it?

I mean, look at us:

pure, unadulterated
Black excellence.

- Period.
- So real question.

Is Will gonna be up there
with us?

- Mm, let's just ease him
into it.

Seems like a lot for one day,
hmm?

- No, I say we bring
his ass onstage

and make him suffer
like the rest of us.

Give him the full
Banks family experience.

- Exactly, that means
campaign events,

talking points, and photo ops.

- A big house, nice cars,
a great education--

I mean, who wouldn't take
that deal?

- So what are you saying,
Carlton?

Are you cool with Will
being here?

- Seems like a cool dude.

Plus, I've always wanted
a brother,

but I got y'all, so...

- Okay, they're ready for us.

Let's go be perfect.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
my family and I

would like to welcome you all
to our home

and to express our sincere
appreciation to you

for your support
of my campaign

for Los Angeles
district attorney.

[applause]

I was compelled to launch
this campaign because,

well...

I'm tired, folks.

I'm tired...

of watching this broken system

discard young Black men

into the for-profit
school-to-prison pipeline.

And if I'm elected DA,
I will stop at nothing

to ensure that justice prevails

for everyone
in our beautiful city.

Because together,
we will change the status quo.

Hell of a day, huh, Will?

- Yeah, something like that.

- No need to sit, Will.
I know you must be tired.

Trust me, this won't take long.

[dramatic music]

You know, I meant it when
I said I'm glad you're here,

but as long as you're under
my roof, you follow my rules.

I trust you're smart enough
to know what they are.

- Yeah. I got a mom
and a crib back home.

I also got a brain that works.

- Yet a gun found its way
into your hand.

Brain take a day off?

- Man, you don't even know
what happened.

- I know you got arrested.

I also know that
your fingerprints were found

on an unregistered
9-millimeter Glock

and that you'd still be sitting
in a jail cell

if it wasn't for me.

Jail or worse.

Look...

all I want is for us
to have an understanding, son.

- Yo, I ain't your son,

and I ain't ask you
to do shit for me.

* *

- Boy, I moved mountains
to give you a second chance.

Show some damn gratitude.
- For what?

So you can use me as a campaign
prop to show these rich people

how much you care about
poor Black kids from the hood?

- That wasn't the point, Will.
- Then you gonna send me home

after you win
your little election?

- Look, if I could put you on
a plane back to Philly tonight,

I would.

But I can't.

We both know why.

* *

- How long am I
supposed to be here?

- For the foreseeable future.

So here's the story.

You came to Bel-Air
for a better education.

Simple.
- [sucks teeth]

- I need you to say it, Will.

- I came to Bel-Air
for a better education.

There, I said it. Happy?

- Look, if you don't like
the arrangement,

you only have
yourself to blame.

But this is how
it's gonna be from now on.

I suggest you get used to it.

You can go.

[hip-hop music]

* *

[sighs]

- [muttering angrily]

Bullshit!

Fuck!

* *

Fuck.

* *

- Yo, Will.

- Bro, my fault
I ain't call you back, man.

It's been a crazy-ass day.

- Your mom told me
you got sprung out of jail,

but she won't say where you at.

You still in Philly, right?

- Nah, bro.

I'm in LA.
- LA?

Man, stop capping, yo.

- No cap, man.
This shit happened so quick.

- Bro, Rashad's got
a bag on your head, bro.

He's saying you snitched
to get out.

- What?

Bro, I ain't snitch
on nobody.

- The hell you get out
of jail, then?

- My uncle pulled
some crazy lawyer shit.

That's all I know.

- Rashad wants you dead, bro.

I think I'm next.

You gotta come back and
clear this shit up, like, ASAP.

- Just be cool, a'ight?
Be cool and lay low.

A'ight?

- I'm scared, bro.

- I'm coming.

I'ma fix this.

- All right, bro.

* *

- * I just Venmo'd a hooker *

* My friends know
I'm a booger *

* Cop something white
and sugary *

* I think I'm Puff,
just look at me *

* Feeling live
at the barbecue *

* Shorty thick
Steve Harvey suit *

* Grown and sexy,
no promises *

* I ain't cute,
but my wallet is *

- What the hell
is this Jackie Chan,

"Splinter Cell" shit?

- * Probably start a family *

* I'm a bad boy,
let's coproduce *

* Tell me
what's your fantasy *

* ODB with the golden tooth *

* *

- [grunts] Yo, Jazz, man,
I gotta get to LAX, man.

I gotta catch
a midnight flight to Philly.

- Wait, you didn't
kill or rob nobody

in that mansion, did you?

'Cause I ain't trying
to catch a case, Will.

- No, man, everybody
in the mansion is good.

I just gotta get back home
ASAP, a'ight?

Come on, let's go.
[banging on car]

- But you're already
home, Will.

- Shit.

- Turn it off.

[engine shuts off, music stops]

- Wait, who are you?

- Philip Banks, Will's uncle.

Who the hell are you?

- Uh, Jazz. What up?

- Jazz.

Thank you for your time, Jazz.

- Thank you
for your money, Phil.

- Let's go back inside, Will.

I guess you missed
the 20 cameras

surrounding the property.

By the way,
what was the plan here?

So you go to LAX
and then what?

Hmm?

- And then fly home
and fix my situation.

- Hmm.

What about that gangster
you pulled a gun on?

I find it hard to believe
he'd just let that go.

What was your plan there?

Let me ask you something, Will.

You care if you live or die?

- Yeah.

- Me too.

So does your mom,

your aunt,

and everyone in this house.
- I can handle mine.

I ain't never had no daddy.

I been my own man.

- A real man takes the time
to consider

the consequences
of his actions.

A real man knows
when to let go of his pride

and make the most
out of a second chance.

A real man also knows how
to look another man in the eye

when they're saying something.
Look at me.

I believe in you, Will.

Be patient.

Give this a real chance,
and I promise

that you'll have
every opportunity

to create
the future you want.

You have my word.

Do we have a deal?

Good.

- [exhales heavily]

[text message whooshes]

- He's 16.

If we were his age, we would
have broken out of here too.

Phil.

Phil.

I know it's not
the start we imagined,

but we did the right thing
moving him out here.

- Yeah, I know.

I know.

[sighs]

I doubt our good intentions
will sway a grand jury

if this thing goes
off the rails with this kid.

When I called in that favor
to get him out of jail,

I crossed a line, Viv.

His first day here and he's
already making matters worse.

- Phil
- You know he walked right up

to Fred Wilkes,

mouth running
like a broken dam?

Yeah, I think
Fred's suspicious.

- Oh, stop it.
You're being paranoid now.

- Paranoid?

God, I hope so.

[sighs]

I'm sorry, honey, I just--

[sighs]

I still have my concerns
about all this.

And, Viv,
and you know my heart

has been aching for that boy
ever since his father--

Hey, don't get me wrong.

I want to help.

But let's not forget, we got
three other kids in this house

and a campaign
that's in full swing.

There's no going back.

[dramatic music]

* *

- [grunts]

[cell phone buzzing]

[upbeat R&B music]

- * Even though what we do
is wrong *

- [moans]

Morning, Mama.
- Hey, baby.

How you settling in?

- A'ight, I guess.
- A'ight?

Well, that don't sound like
the West Philly GOAT I know.

- That's 'cause
I ain't in West Philly.

- Think about
where you woke up yesterday.

Now take a look around you.

and tell me
where you'd rather be.

* *

- Yeah, that's facts.

- You shine bright in Philly.

But you'll shine just as bright
in Bel-Air.

Your crown is still waiting,
son.

You ready to wear it?

* *

- [muttering indistinctly]

Ooh.

[laughter]

- Morning, y'all.

all: Morning.
- Man, what's up?

- Morning, sweetheart.
- Morning, Will.

- [groans]
- How'd you sleep, Will?

- Oh, you know, couple dreams,
couple nightmares.

Oh, smells good in here.

- Mm, do you want
some breakfast?

- Oh, yeah,
that'd be dope.

Can I get some cheese eggs
with a little bacon?

You know, little
home reminder.

- I can make that happen
for you, cuzzo.

- Hilary's an amazing cook.

She's gonna take
"Haute Cuisine" by storm.

- Oh!
"Haute Cuisine," nice.

What's "Haute Cuisine"?

- "Haute Cuisine" is the top
food magazine in the country,

and I have an interview
with them next week.

Mom hooked it up.

- Hilary, is this
for an actual paycheck,

or is this just part
of the never-ending

gap year experience?

It's real money, asshole.

both: Language.

- Language.
- Chill, it was just a joke.

- "Haute Cuisine"
is a huge step up

from the social media stuff
that she's been doing.

- Shots fired.
- Boop-boop-boop!

- I mean, I wouldn't really
say it's a step up,

but nice shade, Mom.

- It's a great opportunity,

and we're all very excited
for you, sweetheart.

- Well, you have a busy day
today too, don't you?

- Yeah,
after lacrosse practice,

I'm gonna finish up
some homework

and then get ready for Connor's
beach party tonight.

- Oh, sounds like the perfect
time to show Will around,

introduce him
to some of your friends.

both: What?

- No, I don't wanna
jam Carlton up.

- Yeah, he doesn't wanna
jam me up, Dad.

- You start school
on Monday, Will.

It'd be nice for you two boys
to reconnect.

[Amaru Son's "LA"]

- * I woke up in LA *

* And this is no vacation *

* But I live by the bay *

* No time for celebration *

* I don't care what they say *

* I treat it
like my birthday *

* I'm coming back Wednesday *

* And leaving next Thursday *

- Bel-Air Academy, huh?

Man, this place
is like a college.

- Hey, top five high school
in the nation.

- Damn.
- If you're actually here

for a better education,
jackpot.

Oh, and we also have the best
lacrosse program in LA.

- Wow, a lacrosse flex.

Nice.
- Look,

we have a different set
of rules here, okay?

If you want to do well,
just keep your head down

and follow my lead.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Pause, stop, flag on the play.

Now, I know you didn't just
tell me to follow your lead.

- Uh, yeah, I mean,
I do kind of run the place.

Hey!
- [giggles]

[whistle blows]

- [chortles]

- Catch you later, cheese eggs.

- Hey, yo, what the hell
am I supposed to do?

- As long as it doesn't
involve embarrassing me

or my family, go for it.

Frolic, be creative.

Meet me in the locker room
at 3:00,

and I'll introduce you
to the guys.

What's up?
- Yo.

[whistle blows]

[indistinct chatter]

- [sighs]

[whistle blows]

[smooth music]

* *

- * Are you trying to say
you're with it *

* *

* Are you trying to say
you get it *

[water splashing]

- 22.64.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

Wait, did you say 22.64?

Okay, yes! Yes!

- Oh, whoa, whoa!

Come on, now.
[chuckles]

You got that Mamba mentality,
though, I like that.

You know, the way
you was swimming,

looked like you
was born in the water.

- How about you jump in with me
and give me some competition?

- Nah, I don't do
the swimming thing,

but I do like showers, though.

[laughs]

So I heard there was
this beach party tonight.

Pulling up?

- Wait, you're not, are you?

You're Carlton's cousin.
Carlton's my ex.

- [sucks teeth]
I mean, I wasn't asking you

to be my girl or nothing.

Just wondering if you were
going to the party.

- I'm thinking about it.

- Okay.

[laughs]

[Bobby Shmurda's "Hot Nigga"]

- How much Shmoney's that?

- Ah, ah, ah!

[trills tongue]

- Jahlil Beats, holla at me.
- Ah, ah!

- * And Truey
on some hot nigga *

* Like I talk to Shyste
when I shot niggas *

- * Like you seen him twirl,
then he drop, nigga *

* And we keep them 9-millis
on my block, nigga *

* And Monte keep it on him,
he done dropped niggas *

* And Trigger, he be wildin,
he some hot nigga *

* Tones known to get busy
with them Glocks, nigga *

* Try to run down,
you gonna catch a shot, nigga *

- Hey, yo.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Yo. Watch your mouth, boul.

- Turn that shit off.
Wait, wait, wait.

[music stops]

[laughs]
Watch my mouth.

Or what?
- Or I'ma watch it for you.

Yeah, you don't get
to say "nigga."

None of y'all do.

- I'm pretty sure
I just said it.

And I'm also pretty sure

I don't know
who the fuck you are.

- How about I show you
who I am?

- Stop, relax.

This my cousin Will.
He starts at Bel-Air on Monday.

Yo, chill the fuck out, dude.

- Yo, you really gonna
cosign his bullshit?

You know, you a sucker.

[indistinct chatter]

- Later, Iverson.

- Watch out.

[indistinct chatter]

- Day one at Bel-Air Academy
and you're already playing

the race card.
Good job, Will.

- Hell yeah, I'm pulling
the race card, Carlton.

Yo, so let me
get this straight, man.

You really don't have a problem
with a white boy

saying "nigga"
right in front of your face?

- It's just a word, dude.
Chill out.

- No, I ain't chilling out.

Your boy Chad was wildin' yo.

- First of all,
his name is Connor.

- Connor, Chad, Brad,
whatever the fuck

his Wonder Bread-ass name is,

he ain't with
the culture, Carlton.

And clearly, you ain't either.

- You're really flipping out
over a word that Black rappers

sell to millions of white
people like Connor every day?

And you expect them
to not say the words

that they're listening to?

- Carlton, man,
you a clown, yo, straight up.

- Oh, kiss
my rich Black ass, boy.

You can forget about coming
to Connor's party tonight.

- Man, fuck that party!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What the hell is going on here?

- We're good, Mom.

Just having a spirited debate.
Right, Will?

- Yeah, spirited.

- [sighs]

We have to figure out
how to move past this thing

between you
and Carlton, Will.

I mean, you live here now.

- I'm not about to change
who I am to try to fit in.

- Look, I get it.

I was the same way
when I first showed up here.

I mean, I was bound
and determined

to keep my West Philly rep.

It was challenging.

- So, what, you changed?

- No.

I adapted.

It's a part of life, Will.

I mean, I don't know.

I mean, it's easy
when you have money.

- No, it became easy
when I found my people.

My people who just were cool,
who just let me be myself.

But that kind of respect
goes both ways.

And news flash:
you ain't the only one

having to adjust
with this new arrangement.

- A'ight.

So what do you want me to do?

- Look, I get it.

Carlton can be
a bit territorial.

- [scoffs]
Yeah.

- But at the end of the day,
you two are family.

And there is nothing
more important than family.

It's all we got.

If your uncle and I see you
trying to make an effort

to connect with Carlton,

you'll gain our trust.

And with trust
comes more privileges,

and I know you wanna have
some fun

while you're out here,
right?

Right?

Yeah.

But it's up to you.

[Amaru Son's "MiNi VaN"]

* *

- Whoa, dude,
you're going crazy.

- * Got a couple niggas
in a minivan *

- * Oh, no, get ready to go *

- * When I'm walking,
I be flexing with 100 grand *

- * Oh, no, get ready to go *

- * Got a couple niggas *

- Yo.

- * Get ready to go *

- * Yeah I'm 'bout to make it
rain, call me weatherman *

- * Oh, no, get ready to go *

- * Ooh, when I'm going out,
I have to grab it *

- Oh, shit.

- * I ain't Kid LAROI, but I
left his whole family tragic *

* After this, man,
you'll need to find *

* Another way to stash it *

- Fuck, I guess the concept
of knocking

hasn't reached Philadelphia?

- Sorry, I didn't realize I was
interrupting a coke session.

- It's Xanax, okay?

And what are you gonna do,
tell on me?

- Man, I ain't no snitch.

Yo, bro, can we just
squash this beef?

- We don't have beef, Will.

I don't even know you.

- Look, if we show
Aunt Viv and Uncle Phil

that we're cool,
they'll ease up on me.

- Why the hell should I care
if they ease up on you?

- Because once they trust me,

you won't have to drag me
all around Bel-Air with you.

Look, we don't actually
gotta be cool.

We just gotta pretend
we're cool, a'ight?

- Okay.

I'm listening.

- A'ight.

Let me roll with you
to that beach party tonight.

You do your thing.
I do my thing.

We come back to the house
with no static, right?

Once they see
that we're not beefing,

they'll let me move solo
while I'm in Bel-Air.

- Hmm, not a bad plan, Will.

I'm impressed.

- All right, we got a deal?

- Knock next time.

- God.

[mockingly]
Knock next time.

[clicks tongue]

[hip-hop music]

[indistinct chatter]

* *

Sheesh, y'all got that
dum-dum money out here.

- Listen, came up
with a good plan.

Let's stick to it.

[water splashes]

Hey, welcome to beautiful LA.

- Appreciate it, C.

Wow, what the hell is my life?

- * Get your ass
off the high horse *

* That you rode in here on *

* You know I'm tryin'
to slide more *

* We were stuck inside
for too long *

* I might show my ass
tonight *

- Ah!

- Hey, yo, Aquaman.
- Whoa, easy, easy.

- [laughs]

- By the way,
I'm more the T'Challa type.

- Mm. [laughs]
Oh.

Come celebrate with me.

- Okay.

What we celebrating?

- 22.64.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That must've been
a big milestone.

- It means I'm on track for
the Olympic trials next year.

- Whoa!
Oh!

Okay, that's dope.
Yo, congratulations.

- Thanks.

Now I just gotta stay focused
on my training

and avoid distractions.

- Mm.

Well, what if I distract you
for just a little bit tonight?

Hmm?

- Wait, so you really thought
I was a rich kid?

- I mean, you're
at the rich kid party

and you go
to the rich kid school.

So I figured...

- I'm at Bel-Air Academy
on scholarship.

- Oh.

Whoa.

Real rap?
- Real rap.

And no one lets me forget it.

It's a lot of pressure.

So I have to work harder
than everybody else.

You'll see.

Hey, can we get real
for a second?

- I got longer than a second,
you know what I mean?

- It's just...

my family and the Banks
have been tight forever,

and I've never heard of you.

I didn't even know
Carlton had a cousin.

That's strange, right?

- Mm, I mean, not really.

I don't go around
telling my boys in Philly

that Carlton's my cousin.

[laughter]

- No, but seriously,

I'm curious how well
you know Carlton

and what he's been through.

- What do you mean?

* *

- Did you talk to Lisa tonight?

Not gonna lie,
she's looking hot as fuck.

- Shut the fuck up and let me
do my drugs in peace, dude.

- Okay, I'm just saying,
your "play it cool,

wait for her to come back
to me" strategy,

now it's looking more like
"Lisa's moved on,

but I'm in denial
like a little bitch."

[WZRD'S
"Teleport 2 Me, Jamie"]

* *

- * Getting' in
from the airport *

* You gettin' in
from the study group *

* The only thing missin'
at this point *

* Is bona fide chillin' time
with you *

* I can't stand the times
when I'm alone at night *

* And I feel your side
of the bed and it's cold *

* Hey, hmm *

* Wide awake,
I don't know the time *

* 'Cause I'm too busy
texting you on my phone *

* Saying I want you, girl *

* And I need your body
right here *

* Won't you teleport to me *

* I want you, girl *

* I need your body
right here *

* Won't you teleport to me *

* I want you, girl *

* Right here, right here *

* Won't you teleport to me *

[high-pitched ringing]

[dark music]

* *

- Oh!
- Will!

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

- What the fuck
is wrong with you?

You really flirting with
my cousin to make me jealous?

* *

- [gasping and coughing]

- All right. He's all right.

- Breathe. Breathe, Will.
Are you okay?

- [coughs]
- Breathe.

You're okay. Breathe.

- Relax, Lis, he's okay.

All right, he's just doing this
for attention.

- Yo, chill out, bro.

- [grunts]
crowd: Oh!

- Shit!

[dramatic music]

* *

- [shouts]

- * Hold up, wait a minute *

* Y'all thought
I was finished *

* When I bought
that Aston Martin *

* Y'all thought
it was rented *

* Flexing on these niggas *

* I'm like Popeye
on his spinach *

* Double-M, yeah,
that's my team *

* Rozay the captain,
I'm lieutenant *

* I'm the type to count
a million cash *

* Then grind like I'm broke *

* That Lambo my new bitch,
she don't ride like my Ghost *

* I'm riding round my city *

* With my hands
strapped to my toast *

* 'Cause these niggas
want me dead *

* And I gotta
make it back home *

* 'Cause my Mama
need that pill money *

* My son need some milk *

* These niggas try
to take my life *

* They fuck around,
get killed *

* You fuck around,
you fuck around *

* You fuck around,
get smoked *

* 'Cause these Philly niggas
I brought with me *

* Don't fuck around,
no joke, no *

* All I know is murder,
when it come to me *

* I got young niggas
that's rollin' *

* I got niggas throwin' Bs *

* I done did the DOAs,
I done did the KODs *

* Every time
I'm in that bitch *

* I get to throwin' 30 Gs *

* *

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