All language subtitles for Bel-Air.S01E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10

- Previously on "Bel-Air"...

- Rashad knows
you in Bel-Air.

- He sent a shooter
for Tray,

and now apparently,
he knows I'm in Bel-Air, so--

- Don't trouble yourself, Will.

I'll handle the situation.

- Where do I know you from?

- Oh, she used
to be a painter.

- You have a gift.
- Had a gift.

- Reid Broderick
is back in Los Angeles.

Should I set up a meeting?

- Seems like she's content
living out in the pool house.

It's been two years, Hilary.
What have you even figured out?

- I figured out
that you don't believe in me.

- We're one of the top
influencer houses

on the planet.

- I'm moving out.
- Influencer house?

- Would it kill you to just say
congratulations for once?

- My mom died three years ago.
Lupus.

But if we're gonna be friends,
it's part of who I am.

- I'm glad we're friends.
- Me too.

- You might have everyone else
fooled, but not me.

Did you really come out here
for better education, Will?

- What about the crooked LAPD?
- Yeah.

- Defund the cops!
[overlapping chatter]

- Defund them!

- Defunding the police
is critical.

all: Yeah.

- Tray can come out here
by the end of the week?

- Deal.

- Hey, you flying out
to LA!

- I got some great news too.

Rashad is dead.

- Oh, shit.

[mellow hip-hop]

- * Trap house boomin' *

* When you mention my name,
it's music... *

- I cannot believe
you out here, boy.

- This jawn is crazy, bro.

- Yeah. Beautiful day out here.

Hey, bro. Go, go ahead.
Ask--ask it like I showed you.

- A'ight. Hey, Lexus,
play my dope Philly playlist.

[Bluetooth beeps]

[song playing]

- What I tell you?
"Thank you, Lexus."

- Thank you, Lexus.
both: [chuckle]

- Ah, yo, this remind me
of last summer, bro.

On 60th and Market.

- Oh! Hey man,
speaking of Philly,

I know the Turk
has been missing your boy.

- Why would they ask about you
when I'm still there, bro?

- Whatever.
- Ain't nobody worried

about you.
- Whatever.

You still be, uh,
hanging with Jackie

and her friends at the park?

- Nah, bro.
I ain't been going over for...

Even with Rashad dead.

No, I ain't feeling it.

- Yeah, man, I'm, uh...

Sorry you had to
go through that shit.

But you're here, a'ight?

You came through, and we gonna
have a good time.

Real rap.
[grunts]

- We both came through.

[mellow R&B]

- * Somebody please tell me
where the party's at... *

- Okay, Dad, don't pack
the boxes too heavy

and remember,
wrap every plate.

How did I ever fit all of this
into a pool house?

- All right.
How about you pack a box

and show your man
exactly how you want it done?

- You're doing amazing, Dad.
Appreciate ya.

Honestly,
planning this dinner

for my new housemates

has been way more difficult
than I expected.

- Why don't you lean
on your mom?

She used to throw parties
like this all the time

for her art friends
back in the day.

- Mom's vibe is more
white wine and upscale

than anything I'm trying to do.

- You know,
you and your mother

need to cut
each other some slack.

I'm just saying.

- Dad, I'm just trying
to live my life.

She's the one
that's always on my back.

- That's because she loves you,
honey bee.

She just...worries.

But once she sees you shine
in your element tonight,

that could go a long way.

- * Get on my level,
get on my level *

* Get on my level,
get on my level *

* I'm too fly,
I'm too hard *

* Get on my level,
get on my level *

* Way too strong,
way too gone...*

- This jawn is crazy.
- I know it, man.

- * Get on my level *

* I got it glazed up,
max deal, caked up *

* They can never play us...*

- Damn, bro.

Whoo!
- Mm-hmm. [chuckles]

Bro, this jawn dummy lit,
huh?

- Bro, this jawn is litty, yo.

I know it's gonna be tough
giving all this shit up, huh?

- What you mean?

- Since Rashad's dead,
you ain't gotta hide out

here in LA no more.
You can come back to Philly.

- Yeah, yeah, for sure.

- Bro, look at this shit, bro.

[upbeat gospel music]

* *

- You gotta check this out.
[chuckles]

- Da-um!

Yo!

Yo, is this a art museum
or a house, bro?

Yo, look
at all this art, bro.

What's that big jawn?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

That's my favorite.

This is "So Bright"
by the Ferrari Sheppard.

Yeah, it's fire, huh?
- Yeah, it's dope.

Your auntie must be quizzing
you about these.

- Shut up.
- [chuckles]

What's that one?
Hey, what's that jawn?

No, no, no, what's that?
What's that?

What's this one?

- Oh, that one?
- Yeah--

- That one's called, uh,
"Grab your shit

and let's go", dickhead.
- [laughs]

- Hey, yo, Carlton,
you remember my boy, Tray?

He just came in from Philly.

- Yo, what up, Lil 'C?

I ain't seen you
since I was like eight.

What's up?

- Welcome to Bel-Air, Tray.
Have fun.

- [chuckles]

Can't believe
that Oreo-ass nigga

really play lacrosse--
- Chill, bro.

You know, Carlton,
he's cool, you know.

Got his own swag.
Nothing wrong with that.

It's this way.
- A'ight.

[mellow R&B
playing over speakers]

* *

- [sighs]

[knock at door]

- Come in.
- Yo, Aunt Viv, man,

I found this big-headed
of Philly boul

outside of LAX.
What should we do with him?

- Welcome to Bel-Air.
Wow.

- Hey, Mrs. Banks.

- Oh, welcome.
Oh, wow, how are you?

- I'm great,
I'm great.

I really appreciate you
flying me out here, for real.

I brought you something
from my parents and me.

- Oh.

[gasps]

No, you didn't!
- I did.

- 4th Street
Fudge-dipped cookies.

Are you kidding me?
- Them look good.

Let me get some.

- What--okay,
hold up, now.

- Oh, is like that?
- Tray brought these for me.

Thank you.
- You got all this food

in this house,
and you not gonna

even share them cookies--
- Aw, look who's sweet.

- Could you turn on
the water slide?

'Cause Tray's trying
to get in the pool.

- Yup, 'cause unlike
your nephew right here,

I can actually swim, Aunt Viv.
[laughter]

- No, boul took one class
at the Y,

and now he think
he Michael Phelps or something.

- I will turn on the slide,

and...I'm sure you two really
missed each other, huh?

both: [grumble]
- Not like that.

- [chuckles]
Nah, it's been kind of weird

not having this boul around,
but Rashad's gone,

so we gonna be back
running Philly again soon.

- That's what's up.
- Hey! Uhh!

- I mean,
if that's what you want.

- What I want is these cookies.

- Hey, oh, no.
Hey--

Boy, you better come back.

Uh-uh, don't try me.
- [laughs]

- Don't.
- I'm messing with you.

I'm just playing,
I'm just playing.

- Yeah, I know where you sleep.
both: [laugh]

- Thank you.

[clicks tongue]
Sweet boy.

- [chuckles]

You see, this is how you move
the needle, my brother.

You are up 5%
amongst likely voters,

and 7% amongst Black voters.

Which means
the community outreach program

is paying off.
- Whoo! Yes.

And I recall
someone not wanting me

to go off script.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

What you saw was
your campaign manager

reminding you
that we are running

as a moderate
centrist candidate.

- Yo, Uncle Phil,
you wanted to see us?

- Hey, fellas!
Yeah, yeah. Come on in.

- Yo, this is my Uncle Phil,

and this is
his campaign manager Steven.

What up, Steve?
- Hey.

Pleasure, pleasure.

You know, Will's told me
so much about you.

I, uh, I know you've been
through quite the ordeal,

to say the least.

- Yeah, yeah.

Getting shot was
quite an ordeal, I guess.

- Uh, is there something
I need to know about?

- Uh, no, not at all.

On a brighter note,
I have got VIP tickets

for a D Smoke concert
tomorrow afternoon.

- D Smoke?
- VIP? For real?

- Yeah.
- Oh! Thanks, Uncle.

- You bet.
I got you.

- That's dope.
- Absolutely.

- That's dope.
- It's gonna be great.

So, yeah, you two run along

and try not
to tear up my house.

- [chuckles]

[phone plays tune]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How's it going
now that you got

the two Philly boys
back together?

- Girl, they're just great.

- [chuckles]
Don't I know it?

- Oh, hey,
I'm so glad you called.

Will's been floating
the idea of, you know,

heading back to Philly.

- It's been on my mind, too.

I was thinking he could
fly home for Thanksgiving,

and that's it.

- Vy, I've been thinking
Will should stay here.

He's just getting
his rhythm.

Oh, two weeks ago, he went
to an Alpha event with Phil

and impressed several
of the fraternity brothers.

And now they're talking about
hooking him up

with a summer internship.

- Viv, it's not news to me
that my son is talented.

I've had college scouts
calling about Will

since he was a freshmen.

- But I'm talking about
a world outside of sports, Vy.

I'm talking about politics,
business, the arts.

I mean, think of all
the opportunities

that he could have here.

- Now, we both know
that this arrangement

was always meant
to be temporary.

I'm not done raising
my son, Viv.

- I understand.
- Do you?

Because it--it sounds like
you're trying to take my place.

- No, no, no.
This isn't about you and me.

- The hell it ain't.
- Well, can we agree

that it shouldn't be?

Look--listen, I promise

I will not try to talk
Will into anything,

and neither should you.

We should just let Will come up
with his own decisions.

- Will is still a child, Viv.

My child.

And I'm going to tell him
what I think is best for him.

Look, I gotta go.

[phone beeps]

[soft music]

* *

- West Philly, boy!

- I like that.
I like that.

Yo, all these books.
You don't read, nigga.

- Actually
that's "The Alchemist."

That's a really good book.
- All these damn trophies.

When you gonna give me
my shit back?

- Boy, that trophy say,
"Will Smith."

- Oh, what's this jawn?
Bel-Air Academy.

This color's wack.

I know that burns your skin
wearing that jawn, huh?

- Mm-mm. We got nice little
team out here, for real.

- [scoffs]
- We getting better too.

Yo, how's the team
back home doing?

- Real rap, bro.
We've been struggling.

We lost to Norf, Douglas,

and South East, bro.

South East. But you coming
back soon, so we good.

We great. We good.
We going to State.

No cap.

- Yeah, we should get ready
to go downstairs for dinner.

[hip-hop in background]

Which one do you want?

- Come on, yo.

We gotta wear suits
to go eat downstairs?

- You know, we eating
in the formal dining room.

So we gotta step it up
a little bit.

That's it.
[chuckles]

- You for real?
- Yeah.

- [laughs]

Yo, they really got you buyin'
into this bougie shit, bro.

- Come on man.

- Like that shit ain't right.

- That's just how they do it.

- [scoffs]

Bro, purple ain't my color,
so...

- Hey, that is a nice
purple suit, put--

[door closes]

[sighs]

- Yo, wow!

Wow! Ha!

Oh my God.

Hey, you got
everything set up.

- I know I make it
look easy,

but it is not, okay?

And look over here.
Do you notice any cameras?

- What cameras?
- I have one right there.

And I have four other ones,
but they're hidden

so my guests don't feel
self-conscious.

- Ohh.
- Okay?

- Uhh! Okay! Ha.

Yo, is this thing on?

- No, no.
You're good.

- Okay, cool, 'cause I gotta
get your opinion on something.

- Okay, what's up?

- Would it be a bad idea
if I went back to Philly?

- Why would you want
to go back to Philly?

- I don't know.
Like I love LA,

but Philly's home,
and I miss it.

- Okay, but just because
you miss a place

doesn't mean
you have to move back.

- Yeah, but it's like
my mom, Tray,

all my friends
back in Philly--

they're expecting me
to go back.

- Look, at the end
of the day, Will,

you have
to answer to yourself.

And I get it.

It's scary disappointing
somebody you love,

especially a parent.

But they'll get over it,
and you will too.

Look, I think
you should stay, okay?

[both laugh]

- Hey, baby.

How long
you been standing there?

- Ooh, long enough to see
how beautiful you are.

- [chuckles]

You talk to Vy?

- Yeah, we talked, but--let's
talk about it after dinner.

- Is it time?

- Yes, and I am not
going out there alone.

- Oh boy.

Well, we gotta give
our guests a chance.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, they're Hilary's guests,
and they make their living

showing off
on social media, so...

Well, there's more to it
than that.

Kylo, lead creator
in the house,

men's lifestyle brand
specialist--

He promotes expensive booze,
cigars, and colognes.

Last year,
Kylo made over a million

in paid sponsorships
and ad revenue.

- Over a million?
- Mm-hmm.

- How do you even know
all this?

- Hilary sent out a prep email.
You didn't read it?

- I skimmed it.

Well, tell me who else
is coming to this party.

- Well, there's Phanta.

She specializes
in luxury travel.

She gets paid to promote
the most exclusive hotels

and vacation spots
in the world.

- Can I have her job?
- Oh, and then there's Monica

whose pronouns
are them and they.

Monica's one of the leading
sex-positive

relationship advice counselors
on social media.

And they got their own
book deal with Oprah.

- Okay,
you've made your point.

Hilary's coworkers are...
quite accomplished.

- Hold on to that feeling,
'cause the last two housemates

are brothers,
Jared, and Nathan.

They are stuntmen
and pranksters,

better known as
"the Blackass Brothers."

- They know better than to pull
any pranks in our house, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Because I'll throw

both their Black asses out.
- Ha.

[overlapping chatter]

[mellow hip-hop]

- There you go.
- Ha ha.

- That's the one.
I like that one.

[sound wind-down, wind-up]

* *

- Look at this!
- I need a photo right here.

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- Come on, bro.
Usually curls up--

Hilary, Hilary, how did you
make the artichokes?

- Oven. The oven.

[glassware clinking]
- Okay, they're fire.

- Excuse me!
Excuse me, everyone.

If I may, um...

Tonight, you all welcome
our Hilary into your ranks.

- Yeah, we do.

[whooping]

- Whoo!
- All right!

- And our family
bids her goodbye.

I just, um...

I just wanted
to let Hilary know

that she leaves our house
with our love.

Honey bee, you are destined
for greatness.

To Hilary.
- To Hilary!

- To Hilary!
- Yay!

- Yay!

- Cheers.
- Yeah!

- Yo, I thought
y'all was about to die

when y'all was wrestling
with them wild lions.

- Dude, you know we tranquilize
those lions, right?

- [clicks tongue]
What? You lying.

[laughs]

I'm screwin' with you.

Yo, how fast did that rocket
really go?

- What?

- Relax, bro.

Relax, a'ight?

I was just thinking
you must be happy, huh?

- About what in particular?

- I mean, shit will go back
to the way it was.

This is basically
Will's goodbye party, too.

Since Rashad got chalked out,

my boy don't gotta hide
no more.

- So...you don't think
that my parents and Will's mom

overreacted sending Will
to Bel-Air?

Like, Rashad was
really gonna hurt Will?

- No doubt, bro.

I was there when
they both got arrested,

and Rashad had murder
in his eyes.

Murder.

Will was facing a lotta time
for those gun charges,

but your DA daddy made
that shit disappear like magic.

Shit was crazy, yo.

- Hey, yo, Tray, bro,

he said that they did
break the sound barrier

when they built
that homemade rocket.

I told you.
- He's lyin', bro.

[voices fading]
Ain't no way.

[heavy music]

[chill R&B music]

- I absolutely love
your necklace.

- Oh, thank you.
It's from South Africa.

When I was 19, I went there
on a trip for about four months

for a cultural exchange program
for artists,

and it changed the way

I depicted light
in my paintings.

And I had the chance to meet
President Nelson Mandela.

- That must've been amazing.

Have you ever considered
creating content

about your travels?
- Oh, no.

- I'm producing a series
about women who've been places

that the average person
can only dream of.

- What? No, no, no, no.
I'm not cut out

to be a social media celebrity
like yourself.

- Don't sell yourself short,
Mrs. Banks.

You've got star energy.

- Do you think the future
of sexuality is fluid?

- I think coming generations
won't torture themselves

when they define
their behaviors.

Some people may spend one stage
of their lives as heterosexual

and another as asexual and even
another as maybe homosexual.

- So is it worth making
those distinctions at all?

- Only if those distinctions
serve you.

Some people feel that sexuality
defines them,

you know, as a person.
Others don't.

You know, but both camps
are totally correct.

[chatter continues]

* *

- Please, please.
I'd love to, man.

You know, I ball too,
so, you know--

- Hey, hey.
My fault.

Hey, Phanta, bro?
I'ma about to holler.

- Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey.
You been drinking?

- Nah, nah.
- Hey, hey.

- Just little tipsy.
- Hey, bro just go ahead.

Drink some water.
Chill out.

- I don't want no water.
- Come on, bro.

- [sighs] Do you think
this is going well?

Like this is going okay,
right?

- Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's going great.

You killed it.

- Just Phanta
is obsessed with Mom.

Kylo was talking Dad's ear off.
Maybe I should rescue him.

- Uh...I think Dad
can fend for himself.

- All right, Mr. Banks,
be real with me.

You're running for office...
- Mm-hmm.

- You don't wish that Hilary
was a lawyer

or some professional type job
like that?

This--
this whole influencer thing,

this doesn't bother you
at all?

- Let me tell you something
about Hilary.

She was born
two months premature.

Spent the first six weeks
of her life in the NIC unit.

She was so small.
So fragile.

I just prayed
for her to be healthy.

Prayed for her
to have a full life.

My heart hasn't changed.

I want her to continue
to grow, to thrive,

and I put
no other conditions on her.

So, no, I'm not bothered.

I'm proud.

- Well, damn, Mr. Banks,
I kinda wish you were my dad.

both: [chuckle]

- What the hell?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
this shit moving.

[dramatic music]

[loud clattering]
all: [gasp]

- Hilary, tell your friends

to call off the prank,
right now.

- It's not a prank, ma'am.
It's a gift for Hilary.

all: Whoa, whoa.

- Go on and open it.
- Oh, sh--

- Whoa!

[intense music escalating]

- Oh--
- Got it lit!

- Oh...
- Oh!

- Oh, whoa!
- Now, that's a prank.

[commotion, exclamations]

- You should've seen
your faces.

- That was hilarious!

- Excuse me a moment.
- You did it again.

- We got another one.

- Cut the camera off, please.
Like seriously.

- Hey, man, cut the camera--
cut the camera, bro.

- [exhales heavily]

- Dad, we need to talk.

Did you pull strings to get
Will out of jail in Philly?

- Close the door
and we'll talk.

[mellow music playing]

- You're not too mad are you?

- No.

- This all seems normal to you?

- No, but that's the point.
It's work.

Theater, if you will.

- Oh, it's art. Huh.

- Catch you later, Will.
- Sure, be easy.

[sighs]

Jetlag getting you brah?

- Ha. That wine
tuckin' me in, too, bro.

- Come on, bro.
Gotta get you some rest, boul.

We got a long week
ahead of us.

[mellow rap music]

* *

- So you broke the law
for him.

- If I didn't intervene,

Will would've gone to prison.

His future ruined.

Understand, son,

that if our situation
came to light...

Will wouldn't be
the only one that suffers.

- So all those lectures
you gave me about justice

and following the rules
and doing the right thing--

that was all bullshit?

- People make mistakes, son.

They fall down, and...

they deserve a chance
to get back on their feet.

Didn't we teach you that?

Haven't your own struggles
taught you that?

- Are you seriously equating
my anxiety disorder

with Will's crime?

- No.

No, I'm--

I'm saying that everyone
needs to be shown some grace.

That's what we did for Will.

- No, no, 'cause if you
did the right thing,

you wouldn't be sitting here
asking me to keep it a secret.

- Whoa, Carlton--Carlton!

I need your word that
you'll keep this between us.

- [exhales heavily]

Yeah.

You have my word.

'Cause it's actually worth
something.

[tense music]

* *

[door opens]

- You're so full of shit,
Will.

- Negro,
wasn't you just up my ass

about knocking first?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

You gonna
pull a gun on me too?

You don't have anything to say?

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- I know about the gun.

I know about the fight.

And the part where my dad
broke the law

to get you out of jail.

- Carlton...

Please don't snitch.

- Then stay out of my way
at home and at school.

And stay the fuck
away from Lisa.

She doesn't deserve to get
pulled into your bullshit.

[door slams]

- Oh, hey, come on now.

One more, one more.
Let's see it again.

- That one's not ready.

- Uhh!
Oh, please.

- Four times.
- Jeez.

[overlapping chatter]

- I want that one.
- Serve my brother.

Okay, Unc, I didn't know
you had it like that.

- You used to work at IHOP
or something, Unc?

- No, I was stuck with
Sunday morning kitchen duty

in the fraternity house.
It was trial by fire.

- Um, good morning!

- Hey, how you doing, baby?
I hope you hungry.

- Oh, well, what do
we owe the honor?

- There ain't no reason.
I just want to feed my family.

- Oh, I'm here for that.

- He's no Hilary,
but he's cool.

- Hey.

- Morning.
- Good morning, son.

You want two or three?

I know how much
you love my flapjacks.

- I'm good.
Lisa's coming over,

and we have a busy day planning
her mom's memorial benefit.

- Let her know that she can
have the entire house.

And whatever she needs,
we'll provide.

- Aw, thanks, Mom.

- You are gonna
be done in time

to join us
for the concert, right?

- No, I'll pass.

Lisa and I
have a lot to discuss.

[lightly moody music]

* *

- Flip that jawn again, Unc.
- Flip it!

- Flip it!
- Oh!

- Hold it, hold it, hold it,
you ready? Hold.

all: [cheer]

- Bro, I know
the summers out here

be going stupid.

- Oh, God.

- Bro, you gotta
come out here, though, man.

Like we'll make it happen, bro.
It's big enough.

I could talk
to my aunt and uncle.

- I don't know, bro.
You family. I'm just friends.

They not gonna let me
live off them for months.

- Oh, oh, go, go this way,
go this way, go this way.

- Yo, what's good?
I'm Tray.

You must be Lisa, huh?

- Yes, nice to meet you.
- Same, same.

My boy be talking about you.
All good, though--you good.

- Hey, hey sorry--
sorry to bug y'all.

Come on, man.
Uncle Phil's waiting for us.

Come on.
All right, y'all.

- Enjoy the concert.

- Bye.

What's with Will?
He seems off.

- Who knows?

Want to get back
to the guest list?

- Sure.
- Come on.

- * Who you gonna listen to?
oh oh oh *

* Hey, Smoke, tell 'em
how you been, Seven *

* *

* Pullin' up
lookin' like new money *

- I know that's not for us.
- [laughs]

* *

- * Just 'cause it's sweet
don't make it honey *

* *

* My new shit jam
this that jelly *

* What's the meaning
of a hot collegiate *

* I'm already
hundred miles ahead *

* Suckers leave it
up to other people *

* Just to cover table
with that meat and bread *

* Heathens eat their Wheaties
and they feel it *

* Take they portion, caution,
floatin' in the wind...*

- Hi. All right.

- On stage...
- We both gettin' on stage.

- Yeah, what if I got on stage?

Hey, you hip enough,
you get on stage.

- I don't even know.
I don't even know.

[chatter]
- Thank you, bro.

- You got those
all-access passes.

- All-access passes.
- VIP.

- This is crazy, though, bro.

What, bro?

I can't even believe we really
about to meet D Smoke.

- That's wild.
Like, I got a million questions

for boul, starting with

when he gonna
drop his next album?

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
That last one had no skips.

- None! No skips at all.

- And I'm glad to see
you two excited.

- We way past excited, Unc.
- Uh-huh.

- He probably--I'll tell you
about D Smoke later.

- Come on, like I don't know
who D Smoke is.

I'm a hip-hop head.
I stay up on the game.

- [laughs]
Big cap.

Big cap.
- Up on the game.

Hey, don't get me--don't get
me started, right?

- What's up, fellas?
You all ready for the show?

- D Smoke.
- Hell, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, we fuck
with your music, man.

My name is Will.
This my boy, Tray.

- Nice to meet you, Will.
- Tray.

You must be Uncle Phil.

- Mucho gusto.
- You are the man.

- Yeah, tu sabes.

- You D Smoke.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, Tray actually put me
on to your music.

- Okay.
- Yeah, tell him, Tray.

Tell him, Tray.
- Okay. Okay.

Good lookin'.

- You D Smoke!

- Yeah.

- He normally doesn't
stop talking.

You got him star-struck.

- Your boy.
- It's really D Smoke.

[laughter]

[chill R&B music]

* *

* Yeah uh uh *

* Woke up on the other side
of the bed...*

- I'm so glad Joan
convinced you to come in.

What do you think?

- * Need a little
positive truth *

* Brothers who need
a little confidence too...*

- I just love her use of color.

It's just so...

strong and un-unapologetic.

* *

- It's, um...

It's complex yet clear.

Intimate but powerful.

Simply riveting.

Your work is
in a similar vein.

Your color palette
is evocative.

The way you, uh...

draw in the viewers' eyes...

not lying when I say
I could stare

into your paintings for hours,
because I've done it.

- I'm glad you enjoy
my work, Reid.

So what exactly
did Joan say I'm doing?

- She told me
that Vivian Smith is, uh--

excuse me, Vivian Banks
is painting again.

And I've always, always been
enamored with your work.

- I appreciate that.

I'm not sure I'm ready

just to show
any of my latest pieces yet.

- Why don't you just show me
what you got

and let me be the judge?

Now this...

This is what
I really wanted you to see.

- I mean,
whoever did this,

this is way too minimalistic
for my taste, so...

- This space is reserved
for you, Vivian.

- What?
No.

I'm not ready
for all of this.

I mean,
I haven't even been able to...

to tap
into my creative flow.

- Hm.

There's never a right time,
okay?

You just gotta go.

If you wait until
you think you're ready...

Another 15 years
might pass you by.

- D Smoke, let's go--
D Smoke, let's go.

- VIP, baby.
Don't you know about VIP?

[phone buzzes]

- Yo, fellas--fellas,
why don't you go up inside?

I just gonna take care of some
business here first, okay?

- A'ight Uncle Phil.

Yeah, let's get it.

- Congressman Turley.
Fred.

I didn't take either one of you
for D Smoke fans.

- Phil, we've come here

to help you
right your campaign.

You're at a critical juncture.

- Well, I'm up in the polls.

I'd be happy to walk you
through the numbers.

- Polls don't tell
the whole story.

Not everyone liked the comments
you made about law enforcement.

You said "defund the police."

- Oh, come on, Fred.
We both know

that the police budget
could shed millions

and rank and file
wouldn't feel the difference.

- Well, that's where
the argument starts,

but where does it end?
- With a police force

that doesn't act
like it's above the law.

- Phil, we didn't come here
to debate this with you.

You need to tone down
your rhetoric.

- Or what?

- There will be consequences

for this new direction
you're taking.

- Noted.

But I still stand
by what I said.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I got a concert to enjoy.
All right.

- Ash, this is for you.

It's from my homegirl,
Phanta.

She created a jewelry line,
and she wanted you and Mom

to have pieces
from the collection.

- Cool.
Tell her I said thanks.

- Okay. Oh, and the charm is
for, like, good fortunate--

Like money, health, love.

- How does that work?

- Girl, it doesn't.

It's a sales hook,
but it's pretty,

and it won't turn
your wrist green.

- Hil, so I have this friend
that I have a crush on.

And I think this friend
likes me but hasn't said that.

What do I do?

- Does a friend have a name?

- Lucia.

- That's a pretty name.
Tell me more about her.

- Well, she's an 8th grader.
She's smart.

She has a nerdy
sense of humor like me.

She doesn't take crap
from anyone.

Are you surprised?

- I mean, I'm surprised you're
having feelings for somebody

since you're always so busy
trying to save the world.

But, no, I'm not surprised
that you're gay.

- I mean,
I'm attracted to girls,

but I haven't totally
ruled out boys.

Which is why I'm afraid
to tell Mom and Dad,

because I haven't
got it figured out.

And I don't want
them to think

that I'm just in
some phase, you know?

- You're 12. You don't have
to have everything figured out,

and you don't have to tell
anybody if you don't want to.

But I'm happy you told me.

- I'm gonna really
miss you, Hil.

- I'm gonna miss you, too.

And look, I'll always be here
if you ever need to talk, okay?

Give me hug.

I love you, sis.
- I love you too.

- Okay.
Bye.

[overlapping conversations]

- Excuse me--excuse me.

Lovin' the hat, brother.
That's hard.

[chatter, laughter]

Oh, my God, yo.
This is the life.

- Facts, bro.
- [laughs]

Yo, if I stayed
out here all year,

you can visit
anytime you want, bro.

Summer break, spring break,
winter break, bro.

All the breaks.

- Is that what
you trying to do?

You trying to stay
in LA forever?

- No.

I mean...

I don't know, maybe.

- Don't play me, bro.
You know.

You really trying
to turn your back

on where you came from?

- Whoa, bro, slow down.

All I said is I might
maybe stay in LA.

- Ain't no might
maybe to it, bro.

I know you.
You already made your mind up.

Just admit the shit.

- Look, bro,
I'm just trying to

figure this shit out, a'ight?

Man, I need you
to get off my back, a'ight?

Bro, you don't understand.
This is--is--

- No, I don't understand.

You was the one calling me

talking about
how everyone in LA

was treating you wack,
crying and shit.

- Who was crying?
- Nigga, you.

[sniveling] "Tray, everyone
in Bel-Air's wack.

I gotta get on back to Philly."

Now you wanna be one of 'em.

- Tray, look around you.

What do we have in Philly
that's better than this, hmm?

- Ladies and gentlemen,

please get ready
to make some noise.

The show is about to begin.

[cheers and applause]

- Man, you ain't nothing
but a fucking liar, bro.

All day--all day you been
talking about coming back home.

For our team.
For our block. For me.

But fuck us, right?

You got yours, so fuck Philly.

- LA, how you all feelin'?

[cheers and applause]

- Tray.

- My name is D Smoke.

I'm from Inglewood,
California.

We about to do this shit.
Y'all put your hands up.

[cheers and applause]

DJ Shanks, let's do this!

- The whole time.

[both laughing]

- [murmuring]

- Wait, um, why
the Mardi Gras theme?

- So when my mom was a girl,
she used to visit

her family in New Orleans
during Mardi Gras.

And she loved it.

The people,
the music, the food.

- Well, then that's it.

We'll bring the Mardi Gras
to the Banks estate.

Anything you can dream up,
we can do.

- Carlton, are you sure
about this?

- Hey, of course.

Look, I loved your mother.

- Oh, thank you,
Carlton, so much.

This means so much to me.

[chill music]

* *

Whoa, whoa.
Carlton.

- Uh, I'm--I'm sorry.
I--I just thought--

- Carlton, my feelings
haven't changed.

- Um, yeah, no, I get it.
I'm sorry.

I just, um...

[pacing footsteps]

- So what's up, bro?
You ain't got nothing to say?

- I just need my charger, bro.

- Bro, we can't be beefing
like this the whole week.

- [scoffs]
Shit, if I stay the week.

- Oh, that's how you feel?

That you don't want
to be here no more?

- How am I supposed
to act, bro?

You want to level up
and leave my broke ass behind.

You thought
I'd be cool with that shit

if I went to Disneyland first?

- Tray, we supposed to be boys.

You supposed to be
happy for me

when some great shit
comes in my life.

- Because you
the special one, huh?

I forgot.

You gonna go off
and do big-time shit

and what, I'm just
supposed to sit around

and wait for you
to tell me about it?

Is that it, Will?

Oh, 'cause you the GOAT, huh?

Yeah.

Nigga, your ass was the one
who got thrown in jail.

- Tray, I got thrown in jail

trying to save your ass
from getting jumped.

And whose gun was it, anyway?

- We wasn't even supposed
to be there, Will.

Remember that?

Darnell clowned your ass
in front of the papi store,

and you just couldn't
let that go, could you?

- I learned from it.
I learned from it.

'Cause I'm the one that got
snatched up out of Philly

and sent out here to Bel-Air.

Me. Not you, me.

- Nigga, you got rich...

And I got fucking shot--

shot, nigga.

- Tray, hold on.

- Don't fucking touch me, bro.

[tense music]

* *

- Get the fuck
out of my room!

- Fuck you, Bel-Air pussy.

- Get the fuck out!

* *

[soft R&B playing]

* *

- Hey, Auntie,
you got a second?

- Yeah, baby.

Well, what's the matter?

- [sighs]
Me and Tray got into it.

- Oh, baby, that happens
sometimes with friends.

- No, this is different though.

Tray's my day one.

We've been homies
since my dad left.

But after today, I don't know
if we can be boys anymore.

- Baby, you and Tray
were sent on different paths

the night you were arrested.

That was traumatic
for both of you.

And both of you
are processing it differently.

You're not little boys anymore.

- Anyways, um...

Tray wants to
leave early and go home.

- Congratulations.

You're the talk
of the internet.

- In a good way or bad way?
- Both.

Your interview with Kylo
went viral.

Positive feedback though.

- When the hell
did he interview me?

She was born
two months premature.

Spent the first six weeks
of her life in the NIC unit.

She was so small.

I forgot we were recording.
- I'm glad you did.

It humanized you
with the public.

Ready for the bad?

- Prayed for her
to have a full life.

And my heart hasn't changed--

And if you vote for me
as your new District Attorney,

I promise that justice for all
will be a reality.

- Phillip Bank says

he's the candidate
of the people.

What people?
Law-abiding citizens

or rioters?

Everyday people
or the radical left?

Decide for yourself.

- Defunding the police
is critical.

[echoing] critical...
critical...critical...

- Does Los Angeles
need a District Attorney

who is anti-police?

- Defunding the police
is critical.

Un-fucking-believable.

They're painting me
like a member of Antifa.

- It's because you played it
too far to the left.

This is exactly
why Judge Robertson and I

told you run a moderate,
centrist campaign.

- Well, that advice
was not working, Steven.

My support was tepid.

- It was a rational approach.
- I was losing.

Now I'm up in the polls
and I'm being attacked

because I could win.
I'm dangerous.

These attacks can be overcome
if we turn out the vote.

- It's dicey, Phil.

My donors may panic.

- Yeah. Well...

at least I have
my own millions.

It's good thing.

[tense music]

* *

- You don't have to leave, bro.

- Yeah, I do.

And what the fuck
would I stay for, huh?

You like being
their little charity case,

but not me, bro.

I can't buy into this shit,
man...

And go home soft.

- Tray, you know I'm not soft.

I just realized

that there's more
to the world than West Philly.

- Not to me, bro.

[engine turns over]

- Aw, this is so lovely.
Oh!

- You don't have to wear it
if you don't want to, Mom.

It's Phanta's thing.
It's not mine.

- Oh, why would you think
I don't like it?

- Because it's the way
you said, "This is lovely."

I know what that tone means.

- Do I always sound
so critical?

- Not always.

But often.

- Well, I shouldn't...

always just say
the critical things.

I mean, I feel
so much, much more.

Honey, I want you to know
I am proud of you.

You are forging a new path
and I can't--oh--

[soft music]

* *

- That's all I wanted
to hear, Mom.

- Well, let me say it again.
I am proud of you.

I am so, so proud of you.

- Thank you.

And Mom, listen.
- Mm-hmm.

- When I join Kylo's crew,

it's really gonna
launch my career.

I'm gonna keep
making you proud.

- I'm already proud of you.

* *

[phone rings]

- Hey, Ma.

- Hey, baby!

You know, you caught me right
before I walked into work.

Listen, I've been
trying to think about

when to bring you home.

The coach, he wants you
back yesterday,

and the scouts,
they're still interested.

It'll be like you never left.

- I was thinking, uh...
what if I stayed?

- What you mean stay?
Will, Philly's your home.

Everyone here loves you.
Understands you.

- Yeah, I know, Ma,
but, you know,

it's the middle
of the school year

and I made friends.

- Son, hasn't it always been
just you and me?

You know, facing
whatever we had to?

- Yeah.

- I know you've come
such a long way.

I--I get that you feel grown.

But you still need me.

- I do, but I...
also need to

figure out
what's out here for me.

Ma, you told me, right?

My life is more than
the 14 square miles

that I grew up in in Philly.

That my crown is waiting for me

as soon as I find
the courage to wear it, right?

- Yeah.

- Well, I'm ready, Ma.

- All right.

I've always supported you,
and I always will.

I gotta get
back to work, okay?

But w--we'll talk later,
okay?

- Okay.
I love you, Ma.

- I love you.
All right.

- All right.

[phone beeps]

[melancholy music]

* *

- * Oh, it's time to go,
I'ma get it *

* Every time *

* You know how it goes
when I hit the floor *

* Every time *

* Oh, it's time to go,
I'ma get it *

* Every time *

* You know how it goes
when I hit the floor *

* Every time *

* Oh, it's time to go,
I'ma get it *

* Every time *

* You know how it goes
when I hit the floor *

* Every time *

* Oh, it's time to go,
I'ma get it *

* Every time *

* You know how it goes
when I hit the floor *

* Every time *

* *