All language subtitles for Bel Air s02e04 Dont Kill My Vibe.eng

- Previously on "Bel-Air"...

- Just get the ball
out to Curt.

End of discussion.

[dramatic music]

- Getting that W's
the only thing that matters.

We straight on that now?
Here's my card.

Let me know when you want
to discuss his future.

* *

- Geoffrey.
- Phil.

- James Lewis,
there's something

not right with him
at the firm.

Get into it for me, will you?

- I'm on it.

- We should take
our relationship up a notch.

- Jazz, your boyfriend?

- I love Jazz.
- And Dad?

- I am not gonna be
the messenger between you two.

- Carlton started
weaning off the medication,

and we just wanted you
to keep an eye on him.

- If C needs my help,
I got his back.

- I just keep thinking

that Ms. Hughes got fired
because of me.

- Rallying to save
Ms. Hughes' job

is a cause worthy of our BSU.
- I agree.

- I think we should protest.

- Shut this protest down.

- Whoa.
They trying to put us on mute?

- They took away the banner,

but you can still
do the speech.

- You better not
fucking tell Mom and Dad.

- Okay. I got you.

all: [chanting]
Black teachers matter!

Black teachers matter!
Black teachers matter!

[school bell ringing]

- Fuck!

I can't believe I'm getting
suspended for this shit.

- No one asked you
to go up on the roof.

- Hey, look, you got to
tell your folks what happened.

- No.

No, and you can't
say anything either.

You promised me.
- Look.

Carlton,
I'm not doing that, a'ight?

I told Uncle Phil
that I would look out for you.

- Well, good job.
- What's that supposed to mean?

- You pushed me.

I didn't want
to do the Blackout.

It was your idea, and
you just wouldn't let it go.

- Uh, yeah because I believed
in what we were doing.

- Oh, yeah, so much passion for
a teacher you didn't even know.

Will, you can say
that you did it for me

or--or you did it for Ashley
or Ms. Hughes,

but at the end of the day,

the protest wasn't
about any of that, Will.

You went up on that roof
for you.

- That's not true, bro.

I was genuinely
looking out for you.

- You were so focused
on fucking with authority,

you lost track of the one thing
my dad asked you to do.

Look out for me.

- I'm afraid
we don't have great news.

- We, uh--

we couldn't appeal
the suspension.

Being on the roof was a--

a huge school safety violation.

- How long?

- One week,
but that's not all of it.

- Coach Johnson's pulling you
from the basketball team.

Indefinitely.
- What?

No, he can't do this.
This is my future.

- I'm so sorry, Will.
We tried everything.

- Look, we been
bumping heads all season.

He's just using this
as an excuse to get rid of me.

- Well, you sure
made it easy for him.

Will, how long you gonna
keep blaming other people

for your actions?

- [sighs]

Look, you stood up
for what was right,

but there are consequences.

- Is there something else
you want to tell me, Will?

- I guess I'll just do my time.

Fuck this school.

- Maybe Coach Johnson
just needs some time.

- I don't know.

I just feel like
nobody gets me here.

[cheers and applause]

- We got you, Will.

[soft hip-hop music]

* *

[Easy McCoy's "Déjà vu"]

- * It's like déjà vu *

* I see it all the time *

[vocalizing]

* *

- No, we cannot up
the RSVP count by 50.

What? The venue we selected
cannot accommodate that.

And yes, it is too late
to find another one.

Uh, yeah, you do that.

I swear, this art show

is getting more complicated
by the hour.

- [alarm blaring]

[cheering]

- I don't mind having you here.

I really like
having your company,

but headphones would be great.

- My bad, Aunt Viv.

[phone locks]
[sighs]

Yo, playoffs is
where I was gonna have

all the right eyes on me.

And next year
is my senior year.

It just feels like
my plan is jacked.

- [sighs] Will, my sister
raised you to handle anything

and everything
the world throws at you.

Your basketball career
is not over.

- [sighs]
Sure feels like it.

- Well,
what about that AAU thing

you were telling me about?
- Zenith Hype?

I mean,
every time I bring it up,

Uncle Phil just shuts it down

or makes another excuse.

You know,
when I came back home,

Uncle Phil said
he would support my dreams,

so when is that gonna happen?

- Ah.
[claps]

Been looking for you.

Gave the housekeeper
the day off,

so I have a list of things
I need you

to do around the house.
- Things?

- You think you just gonna
lay around in your underwear

all day?

It's a figure of speech.

- He could use a day
to decompress.

- Well, he can decompress
on his own time.

Let's go, nephew.

- [huffs]

- Carlton,

faculty nominations for the
Founder's Award are coming out,

and you know
they can only pick one student.

- Wait, me?

- Yes.

Your actions the day of the
protest didn't go unnoticed.

I told you
this would be good for you.

- [laughs]

[R&B music playing softly]

* *

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Need anything else?

- Oh, ten more hours
in the day?

[both laugh]

- That boss life, huh?
- Yes.

If I can just close
the Simply Spiked deal,

it would be a game changer
for the House.

Then H2Ivy is over with.

- H2Ivy?
- Mm-hmm.

- Does Ivy know about this?

- She's
on a need-to-know basis.

If she can make moves
without telling me,

then I can do the same.

- Now, that sounds like
a healthy partnership.

- [chuckles] Shut up.

And I'm sorry
that I can't make lunch today,

but I just need
to finish this pitch.

We could do dinner, though.
- Ah, can't.

Moms and Pops
coming over later.

Got to clean up.
- Okay.

Well, then I could
just meet your parents.

Or not.

- I mean, like...

do you think
you ready for that?

- Ready for what, Jazz?
Why wouldn't I be ready?

- I mean, I just--
I just don't want

to push you
into rushing anything.

- But you already
know my parents.

So why can't I meet yours?
What's the big deal?

- Right.

No, right.
It's no big deal.

I'm trippin'.
- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.
I'd love to.

- Okay, great.
Then it's a date.

I can't wait to see
what makes Jazz, Jazz.

Bye.
- Bye.

[VSDN's "Swag"]

* *

- * Supposed to be the
baddest, I'm here to have it *

* I might be an addict,
I don't care, man *

* If it's clean *
- What the fuck?

- * Paper in my wallet,
that might be *

* Why I keep on buying craps
I don't need *

* I can make it happen,
can you handle it, though? *

- * No *
- * Uh, you know the place *

* You know the person,
though *

[phone buzzing]

- Shit.

Hello?
- Mr. West Philly himself.

Been a minute
since we last spoke.

Thought you was ghosting me.

- No. No, no, no.

I was, uh, just busy
with school and shit.

- Hmm. Heard you was suspended
and kicked off the team.

- [scoffs]
I guess word travels fast.

- Yeah, when you tapped in,

information just has a way
of finding you.

So you still trying
to rock with me or what?

- Yeah. Yeah, of course.

I mean, if that's still an
option, I-I would love that.

- Tell you what,
since you got some free time,

why don't you swing by later
with your uncle,

and we'll figure it out?

- Uh, my uncle. Um...

- That a problem?
- No.

No, it's not.
Um, we'll be there.

Look, Doc, I-I really
appreciate this opportunity.

I'll see you later.

- Bet.

Looks like he's coming in.

- Thank you, Mr. Hightower.

This means a lot.

- Hey, Geoffrey.

Heading out?

- Yeah.

- Yeah? Where to?

- Personal errands.

Was there something you needed?

- Uh, no.

No. Enjoy the day.

- Thanks.

[door opens, shuts]

- Yazmin.

- It all makes sense now.

- All what makes sense?

- You said you were gonna
give a speech at the protest,

but then you just stood there.

Bassin got to you,

and now your name's
on the Founder's Award list.

- Oh, no.

No, look, I-I--

it's actually a lot
more complicated than that.

- It seems pretty simple
to me, Carlton.

I thought we were working
on the same agenda, but....

I guess
you had one of your own.

- [stammers]

[sighs]

[camera shutter clicks]

- Thanks for letting me
hide out here, Mom.

[scoffs] I can never work
at the Influencer House.

- Of course. Any time.

You know
I love seeing you in boss mode.

Are you still enjoying it?

- I mean, yeah.

I don't get to do
my cooking videos as much,

but I'm kind of
liking the business side.

- Yeah? Ugh, all I want to do
is close the door,

turn on some music,
and paint all day,

but with this art show coming,

there's a million people
with a million opinions.

- Well, Mom,
it's gonna be great.

And listen,
if you need any help,

I'll make some time.

- Well, what about you?

Are you managing
to have some fun?

I mean, how's it going
with you and Jazz?

- [chuckles]
We're good.

Um, I'm actually meeting
his parents tonight.

- Wow. Wow.

Well, that's--
that's a big step.

- And?

- What?
- Mom, come on.

You obviously want
to say something else.

- What? No, I like Jazz.

He is independent, mannerable,

uh, he treats you wonderful,

and he's a great role model
for Will, so...

- But?

- But he--he's just not...

the type of guy
that you traditionally dated.

- Mm, like immature
and emotionally unavailable.

- The flashy hotshots with
the big cars and the clout.

- Bel-Air boys.
- Exactly.

- Yeah, Jazz is different.

But I don't know,
I think that's why I like him.

And maybe it's time
I try something new.

- Well, different is good.

And you know what?
His parents are gonna love you.

- Excuse me, Uncle Phil?
- Hey, Will.

How's it going out there?
- Good.

I, um, cleaned the fridge,
washed your car,

even gave your rims
a little extra elbow grease.

- Nice. Well done, nephew.

Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Is there something else
I could help you with?

- Oh, yeah,
now that you bring it up...

Um, look,
I know I'm in the doghouse,

but you always say closed
mouths don't get fed, right?

So, uh, I was wondering
if you could do me a favor.

- Okay.

What is it?

- Um...

do you remember Doc?

- Our program is designed
for players

who are dedicated
and committed to being great.

- Yeah, that's me all day, Doc.

- You'll get strength,
movement,

and endurance training,

as well as access
to our top exposure camps

where our players
showcase their skills

in front of hundreds
of college coaches.

- See, we don't get none
of that in Bel-Air, Uncle Phil.

- So the price
for new players is 10,000

with a monthly fee of 500?

Seems awfully steep
for high school kids.

- Well, we do have scholarships
for families who qualify.

Would you like
a financial aid form?

- [muffled laughter]

- Look, I usually like
to finish the tour

before we talk numbers,
but we can chat

about the particulars now
if you'd like.

- Yes, very much.
- Yeah, let's do it.

- Uh, just me and Mr. Hightower
for now, Will.

- Yeah, Will,
why don't you go upstairs

and get your fade tightened up?

- [scoffs]
Fade tightened up?

I don't think it can get
much tighter than this now.

- [laughs]

Mr. Banks.

[indistinct chatter]

[shoes squeaking]

- It's crazy
what they brought down on Will.

And half the school is ready
to Million Man March for him.

- Yes, I get it.
He's our beloved hero.

- So you want to talk
about the protest?

- [sighs]

I know people are saying that
I tanked the speech on purpose,

but that's not true, all right?

I had a-a panic attack.

And I know it sounds
like an excuse--

- You don't have
to explain yourself to me.

I saw you.

And I know what it looks like,
remember?

- Hey, Lisa.

You coming
to the BSU hang tonight?

I think we could all stand
to have some fun.

- Of course.

Damn, if looks could kill...

- Whatever, okay?

I wasn't really feeling her
all that much anyway.

- [laughs]
Boy, please.

I know you like her.

Let her in.

Talk about
what you're dealing with.

There's this thing girls love.

What's it called?
Oh, right, communication.

- No, okay?

Look, I don't need another girl
feeling sorry for me.

- All I'm saying is,
it's okay to be honest

and show people
the real Carlton.

Otherwise,
everyone is just going

to think the worst of you.

[school bell rings]

- Sheesh!

This shit is super crispy, dog.

[chuckles]

- Enjoying the amenities?

- Yo, hey. What's up?

Hey, wait.
What are you doing here?

- Part-time gig.

I answer the phones,
wipe down the machines,

earn some extra cash.

I kind of know the boss.
- Oh, right.

Doc is your uncle.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- That was crazy.
[chuckles]

- So, um, suspended, huh?

- Damn. Does everybody know
my business around here?

- What'd you do?

- I kind of went
a little too hard

for a Black teacher
who got fired.

- What?
You shouldn't get punished

for rockin' out
for the culture.

- [scoffs]
That's what I said.

Appreciate it.

- Different rules in Bel-Air,
I guess.

- Seems that way.

- So Doc tells me
you're from Philly.

- Oh, he does?
- Yeah.

- You been asking about me?
- No.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- [laughs]

So when you gonna give me a
bigger glimpse into your world?

- I don't really let
a lot of people in too fast.

- Hmm.

Well, uh,
maybe we could change that.

- We'll see.

- [chuckles softly]

[inhales sharply]

- [scoffs]
Well, I got to ask.

What's in it for you?

- The satisfaction
of helping young athletes

reach their full potential.

- Why don't you try
giving me an answer

that's not in the brochure?

- I got kids making
upwards of 80 grand

before they even
graduate high school.

I don't make a penny off no one

who ain't making
a whole lot more.

- Well, my nephew's
been through a lot,

and I'm just trying to support

what he wants to do
with his life.

I also want to make sure
that he's being exposed

to an experience that's gonna
change him for the better.

- Hmm.

- What, you disagree?

- Man, the world is always
trying to tell our boys

to change who they are
to be great,

but I think it's what they been
through that makes them great.

- Hmm.

- I don't want to quiet
what's inside Will.

I want to bring it out.
- Right.

You also want him to give you
a percentage of his earnings

from any NIL deals
and all contracts...

in perpetuity?

[both sigh]

Look, if these questions
are too difficult for you...

- It's not, man.

I'm just not used
to people pressing me

when they seeking my help.

They understand
the value that I bring.

It's something that your wife
clearly understood.

- My wife?

- Wait, wait, wait.

Hey, Uncle Phil.
Come on, man.

Why we rushin' out of here
like we rob this jawn?

- We'll discuss it
when we get home.

- Wait. Please, please.

Come on, man.
What's the problem?

Maybe I can fix it.
- We should just keep looking.

All right?
Look, we'll find you a team

that's the right fit,
but this isn't it, okay?

- Just like that?

You make a decision,
and I just got to live with it?

Uncle Phil, this is my life
we're talking about.

- Look, Will--
- Look, Doc may not be

Bel-Air enough for you, but
that's exactly why I like him.

And maybe that's exactly
why you don't.

- Will.

- Hey.

Ash, why you tossing
that stuff?

- I don't need it.

- What? Come on.

This is everything
you believe in.

- [sighs]

I just don't know anymore.

Ms. Hughes got fired,
and you got suspended.

You can't even be on the
basketball team because of me.

- Ashley...

look, it's not your fault.

Okay?

I made my own decision.

- What's the point
in trying to change things

if they just end up like this?

- [sighs]

- And then you went down there
behind my back?

Why didn't you
talk to me first?

- I didn't realize I had
to get your permission.

Oh, it is always
about what you want.

And laying down the law
isn't always the answer.

Will is hurting.

- Look, I-I know
you have a soft spot for him,

and--and I love him too,

but he is still
an impulsive teenager

who's clearly been making
the wrong decisions.

- But we also have
to listen to what he needs.

I mean, what is so wrong
with this AAU team?

- It's not the team
that I'm worried about.

- Then what is it
with you and Doc?

- This man clearly has
a strong influence over Will,

and I'm not sure
it's one that he needs

when he's at a crossroads
looking for direction.

- We cannot control who should
or shouldn't be in Will's life.

We have learned that
the hard way.

- Look,
this is different than Lou.

- Oh, it feels the same.

And the last thing Will needs

is to feel like
we are playing puppet master

with his future again.

- All I'm saying is
that you and I need to be

on the same page
when it comes to Will.

And what you did today
undermines everything

I thought we were trying to do.

[music playing softly]

- What up, C?

- Hey.

- How'd school go?

- Awful.

Yazmin won't even look
in my direction.

How was day one
of being suspended?

- Horrible.

Been washing your nasty-ass
Gucci drawers all day.

- Those are supposed
to be dry-cleaned.

Thanks, by the way,

for, uh, not throwing me
under the bus with Mom and Dad.

They would've just freaked out
and put me on stronger meds.

- Look, man,
why do they always think

they know what's best for us?

Uncle Phil basically
put an end to Zenith.

- [scoffs]

Look, that sucks.

- Yeah.

[sighs]

All right,
enough of the pity party.

Yo, you should come
to this BSU thing with me.

It'll be good
to clear our heads.

- Yeah,
they're probably gonna fly

the Blue Angels
across the sky for you,

but my Black card
has been revoked, remember?

- Really?
You gonna give up that easy?

Come on, C.

You deserve to be there
as much as anybody else.

And you could talk it out
with Yazmin.

Who knows?
- No, thank you.

I have
a fun Friday night planned.

Gonna be watching a rerun of
the '94 Australian Grand Prix.

- Okay. I mean, it's probably

just gonna be some
lame-ass bowling party anyway,

so you not missing much,
you know.

- Bowling?

- * I had to let you know *

* Shine so bright *

* *

- This place
is actually fire, though.

[laughs]
What's up, G?

Good to see you, man.
- Hey.

- See? I told you
it's gonna be fine, man.

It's not too late
to leave that bag in the car.

- [scoffs]
House balls and rented shoes?

Those are for rookies, Will.

- Carlton, are those flames?

- Maybe.

- I'm sorry for coming in
so hot earlier.

- Yeah,
screaming at each other.

That's not us.

- I know, and, uh,

it wasn't all about you.

- [sighs]
You okay?

- [sighs]

No.

You know, my head's
all messed up right now,

not knowing what's happening
with James at the firm.

And this Doc dude.

And now Geoffrey.

- What's going on
with Geoffrey?

- I don't know.

He's just a little distant,
secretive.

- Have you talked to him?

Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.

[pats pillow]

Things were finally good
between me and Geoffrey.

I just don't want
to question his every move.

- Mm.

- But I know him.

Something's not right.

- Look, I know that you're
going through a lot at the firm

trying to figure out who you
can trust and who you can't,

but not everybody
is against you.

[gentle music]

* *

- All right, look,
she is amazing, okay?

Just don't go too hard on her,
all right?

Especially you, Mom.

- Uh, why especially me?

- She's just--
just a little different

than what you're used to,
but just...

[exhales sharply]
Just be cool.

Everybody just be cool.

- You seem to be the only one
that's one not cool, son.

- Who, me?
[chuckles]

Pop, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Just everybody, relax,
all right?

Everybody, relax.

Everything all right?

[electronic music]

* *

Uh...

Mom, Dad,

this is, uh--this is Hilary.

- As-salamu-alaykum,
Sister Ahmad.

- Wa-alakum-as-salaam, Hilary.

You're beautiful.

- Shukran.

As-salamu-alaykum,
Brother Ahmad.

- Wa-alakum-salaam.

I hope you brought
your appetite.

- [laughs]
- Please.

- Okay.

- She's perfect.
- Thank you.

Thanks, Pop.

- It's all about speed,
strength, and angles.

Make sure you don't bend
or flex your wrist

once you release.

Finish
in the handshake position.

- Oh, like this?
- Yeah.

Ah.
- Is it my turn or yours?

- Just trying to help.

Uh, also,
it's all in the hip work

and your command of the lane.

- Carlton!

I'm a athlete, man.
Back up, a'ight?

I'ma hit 'em.

A'ight, now I see
what I did wrong.

Because of the--the torque,

the way that the jacket was...

- It was really good.

- A'ight,
you just show me what's up,

and I'll...

- Boom.
- Good. That was pretty good.

- * Been there,
seen that, done that *

* Roam that one lap,
one pack, comeback scene *

* *

* Thought
I'd make it look easy *

* *

* Thought I'd, yeah *

* Can't do all-black tux *

* No shoelace,
black Chucks on *

* Shinin' up all my trophies *

* If it ain't about money,
then hold, please *

* That new phone,
you don't know me *

* Feelin' brand-new,
but I'm OG *

* 'Ey, I know you see me *

* Yeah, thought
I'd make it look easy *

- Whoo-hoo-hoo.

- Lisa.

What's up?
I didn't see you come in.

- I just got here.
- Oh, yeah?

You missed
my quality bowling skills.

- Oh, yeah,
I see you bowled a quality 60.

- [laughs]
- Hilarious.

- Yo, your boy, Drew,
is muggin' me over there.

- What?
- Yeah.

- No.
We just drove here together.

- [scoffs] I don't know
what you see in him.

- That's what a lot
of people said about you.

- Me? Who?
I want names.

- How many?
- Like, 15.

- Hey, Lisa.
I got you a drink.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

What's up, king?

[cell phone chimes]

- [chuckles softly]

Uh, I'ma catch you later, Lisa.

A'ight?
- Mm-hmm.

Doug?
- Drew.

- Yo, Carlton,

Yo, I'ma go link up
with Jackie.

You straight?
- Oh, you're leaving?

- I mean,
if that's okay with you.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
I don't need a babysitter.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- Positive?
- Yes.

- A'ight.

Yo, Yazmin looks good tonight.
You should go see what's up.

- [sighs]

- You got this, a'ight?

[music playing quietly]

- Working late again, I see.
- Yeah.

Still getting up to speed
on everything at the firm.

[sighs]

Care to join me for a drink?

[liquid pouring]

Everything okay, Geoffrey?

- Yeah.

Why do you ask?

- Just making sure
you're happy here, that's all.

- I'm just here
to do my job, Phil.

Speaking of which,
it seems your partner, James,

has been having
after-hour meetings at a firm.

- I'm not aware
of any meetings.

- Exactly.

- Hey, Yaz, I was wondering

if we could talk alone,
if you have a sec.

- Yeah. Um, maybe later.

I'm just trying
to vibe tonight.

- Yeah. Nah, me too.

Um...
[chuckles]

- I'm up.

- Yas.
- Get it, girl.

Go get that strike.
[laughter]

- [sighs]

I think you should just
take the L and move on, bro.

- I don't really see how
this is any of your business.

- Oh, no, no, no, no,
but it is,

'cause it seem like you
can't stop running your mouth.

But you didn't
have nothing to say

when the shit
really counted, right?

- Everyone's having
a good time, Drew.

Just let it be.
- Yeah, yeah.

No, I'm not trying
to stop a good time.

I just--I just think everybody
should know the truth.

Full transparency.
Right, Carlton?

- [chuckles]

Don't act like
you know me, Drew.

- Mm. Well, I know
you came into the BSU

acting like
you wanted to help us.

Really, you just wanted
to help yourself.

But nobody wanted
to listen to me, right?

- Drew, that's enough.
- No, no, no.

Matter of fact,

we should be giving this man
a round of applause.

Hmm? 'Cause all that compromise
on making it a silent protest,

and now,
he's the faculty's nomination

for the Founder's Award.

I-I mean,
it could be a coincidence.

Maybe you had to suck
Mrs. Bassin's dick to get it.

[gasping]

- Stop!

[indistinct chatter]

Carlton!

- [grunting]

- Guys!
- Hey!

Come on! Come on! Come on!
- Come on, man!

Get off him!
- Get the fuck off of me!

[shouting]
Get the fuck off of me!

You motherfuckers
wanna know why I froze?

- Carlton, you don't--
- No.

I had a panic attack.

I have anxiety
and a panic disorder,

and I'm on fucking meds,

so I'm drugged out
all the time,

trying to fit into
this goddamn Bel-Air bubble

without losing my fucking mind.

There.

I said it.
You happy?

Fuck!

- Carlton.

So much for creating
a safe space just for us.

We're supposed
to be the BS-fucking-U,

and this is
how we treat each other?

[indistinct chatter]

[somber music]

* *

- You shouldn't
have had to do that.

- * Oh, no, I did it again *

* I let myself inside
till the silence ends *

* And now I'm lonely *

- I'm so sorry.

- Lisa to the rescue.

Just like the good old days.

- You beat his ass, though.

[laughter]

[sighs]

- Want a ride?

- Definitely.

[Brandon's "Elastic"]

* *

- * How long? *

* How long? *

* *

* I've been waiting here
for some time *

* *

* How strong *

* Are *

* Are these emotions
that entrap my brain? *

* *

* My love ain't plastic,
it's elastic *

* It's turned
into a force of habit *

* It feels like magic,
the way you have me *

* Sticking to you
like I'm a magnet *

* I'd rather sing
'bout wedding rings *

* And forget
about everything *

* But you and me *

* But you and me *

* You and me, yeah *

[clapping]
- Whoo!

- How long
you been standing there?

- Not long enough.

Wow. I didn't, uh--

I didn't know
you were a dancer.

- Still got a long way
to get to Juilliard.

- Well,
from where I'm standing,

you were...perfect.

- Thanks.

- So, uh, you work at Zenith
part-time during the day,

and then you come here
and dance at night?

- And I get 15 hours
of dance every week.

- Mm.
- While maintaining a 3.8 GPA

and taking three APs.
- Got you.

So what you're saying is
you're an underachiever?

- Kind of.
- That's what I heard.

[laughs]

- My uncle always says,

"No grind, no grit,

no greatness."

- I like that.

You know, I always say,

work hard, play hard.

- What'd you have in mind?
- You'll see.

Hey, um, you know Saweetie?

- Yeah.

- You know,
me and her are like this.

[laughs]
- Yeah, I doubt that.

[Saweetie's
"Back to the Streets" playing]

- [sighs]

You wanna finish that dance?

- No.

- Whoo!

What's up?
- [laughs]

- You ain't know
I had that in me, did you?

Ah. Ah.

- This is what you had in mind?

- What's up?
What you got? What you got?

- * I ride around town
till I leave *

- Okay. Classic.

- * Back to the streets *

* So clean
when I pull up to the scene *

- Ooh.
- Ha. Ha.

- Go Jackie.

- * Yeah,
you know I leveled up *

* I can't be stuck *
- A little loose. Loose arms.

- Yeah, no.
- No?

[chuckles]

- I'm gonna have
to teach you a few things.

- Well, I'm a great student.

- Are you now?
- I am.

Thanks for giving me a glimpse.

- Any time.

- * Like la-da-dee-da-dee-da *

* Yeah, I spit him
back to the streets *

* Like la-da-dee-da-dee-da *

* Back to the streets *

- So, Mr. Ahmad,

I couldn't help but notice
that your name is Bilal,

which is also the name
of the first Muslim

to recite the call to prayer.

- That's right.

Bilal ibn Rabah.
- Mm-hmm.

Yes, he was the son
of an enslaved woman

in the city of Medina
in the seventh century, right?

- Uh, that's also right.

- Very impressive.
- Thank you.

Honestly, I am so fascinated
by your religion,

including the observance
of Ramadan,

which is the ninth month
in the Islamic calendar

from 29 to 30 days.

- That is correct.

- Oh, and I love
the observance of the fast

from sunrise to sunset,

the way
that Muslims connect with God--

- Actually, can we just,
uh, change the subject?

- Good idea.
- Absolutely.

- So, Mom,
this chicken is fire.

What'd you use?

[footsteps approaching]

- Ah, James.

Thanks for coming over
at this late hour.

- Well, I didn't seem
to have much choice.

- Hmm.

You've been busy,

meeting with a lot
of other firms, clients.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

- Yeah, I've been having some
confidential strategy meetings,

and, uh, I didn't want to
say anything till I knew more,

but we got
some meaningful offers now.

- A merger?

- Acquisition.

- No.

Absolutely not. No, you--
- [sighs]

- We did not build this firm
together all these years

to be gobbled up by a big firm

that doesn't care
about us or our people.

- Hold on.
You were the rainmaker, Phil.

Right? You brought in
million-dollar clients.

You're the one
everybody wanted to see.

I'm just the day-to-day guy who
made sure the lights stayed on.

- I'm the finder,
you're the grinder.

- There it is.

And when you left,
we took a hit.

We lost clients.
We lost our best attorneys.

We didn't have another you.

So look,
and--and I get it, okay?

You had bigger ambitions
for your future.

You did what you needed to do.

Don't blame me
when I'm doing the same.

- Our partners
will never go for this.

- They already have.

I mean, unless you can
pull off a miracle, Phil,

the firm needs this to survive.

[tense music]

* *

- Wait, Will,
are you making breakfast?

Are you trying
to make me look bad?

- Yo, C, I heard you was wylin'
in these streets last night.

Why you wait till
I leave the party to Hulk out?

- Look, it wasn't
my proudest moment.

- Yo, the BSU chat
is on fire right now.

Said that boy, Drew,
caught a fade.

Said you lumped him up
real good.

- Yeah, well, I don't know,
he deserved that shit.

- Oh, and you started
a conversation

about Black kids
and mental health.

- Wait, what?
- Yeah, man.

Check this out.

Everybody's dialoguing
about their own shit

and about how you, uh,
put the paws on Drew.

[laughs]

- Yo, wait,
de--depression, anxiety,

ADD, ADHD, the fight.

Wait, and look,
the BSU's talking

about starting
mental health workshops.

- All because of you, bro?
That's crazy.

[chuckles]

A'ight, now beat it.
I'm working on a plot.

- Well, what do we have here?

[gasps]

Phil, look at this.

What? Will,
did you cook us breakfast?

- Yes, ma'am, I did.
[laughs]

- Carlton's
never made breakfast.

- On that note,
uh, gonna go study.

- Come on.
Let me get you seated.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

- Mm.
- Come on, sit down.

Cooked some bacon and eggs
for my favorite aunt and uncle.

Got some toast
and some fresh coffee too.

- I feel like
we're being buttered up

right along with this toast.

- What's on your mind, Will?

- Um...

Uncle Phil, I know
you're not feeling Zenith,

but I just feel like
it's the right place for me.

And I promise I'll do the work.

Not only in class,
but I'll get a job,

maybe even two,

just so you don't have
to cover the cost.

- I'm impressed.

- [laughs]

You know, no grind,
no grit, no greatness, right?

So all you have to say
is one word.

- All right.

- A'ight?
- All right.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

- Yes!
[laughs]

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you, my man.

[laughing]
All right, let's eat.

I'm hungry.
- Hey, hey, wait, wait, wait.

You--you cooked this, right?

- Yeah.
- All right, well, let's pray.

- Oh, amen.
- Yo, he got jokes.

[laughter]

- Lord God,
please bless this food.

[stifled laughter]

[Love, Mae C's "Dive In"]

- * Dive in *

- So you wanna
talk about it, or...

- No.

- You can't keep avoiding it.

- Fine.

I just wanted your parents
to like me, okay?

My mom got in my head.

And I acted a little crazy.

- A little crazy?

Hilary, you sounded like
a damn Muslim Wikipedia page.

[laughter]

- I know, okay?

It was terrible.

So what,
your parents hate me now?

- No, they don't hate you.

They just wanted
to meet the real Hilary.

You could've
just been yourself.

- Really?

Because when I asked
to meet your parents,

you were acting nervous.

Don't act like
I didn't clock you.

- Okay.

Okay, you got me.

I mean,
since we talking about it,

I was a little nervous too,
but that's only because--

- We're so different?

Do you ever feel like
we're too different?

- No. No, never.

Look, as long as we down
for each other,

I'ma ride for you,

you gonna ride for me.

Doesn't matter
what anybody else think.

- All right.

Doesn't matter.

* *

- * We're testing *

* We're testing these waters *

* Don't be afraid *

* To dive *

* Dive in *

- Ash-Ash.

So, um, I've been thinking,

and I've decided...

you can't give up.

And now I know putting yourself
out there isn't easy,

but the way I see it,

you don't have a choice.

- [chuckles] What?

- Yeah, 'cause you're
the one in the house

that gives us hope,

me especially.

So take your emotional lap.

Get your head right.

Then get back in the game,

'cause we need you, all right?

[Wiz Khalifa's
"Something Real"]

* *

- * People so used to pain *

* Why don't we
try happiness? *

* Who knows
how far we'll go? *

* *

* Seems like
all I see is rain *

* What if that ain't
how it has to be? *

* Who knows
how far we'll go? *

* *

* All I ever wanted *

* Was something real *

- Yeah, no,
I really like that kid.

Let's go get him.

All right.

[knocks at door]

This is a surprise.

I got the distinct impression
from our last conversation

that you don't trust me.

- Well,
I wouldn't say you're wrong,

but, uh, this is
Will's decision to make.

Here's the contract
and the fee.

- I see
you took some liberties.

- You'll find
you'll still receive

what I consider a generous cut.

- He talk you into trying
to strong-arm me?

- Nah.

I just asked him
to get the best deal for me.

I figured
you respect the hustle.

- Look, Will deserves
a shot at his dreams.

He'll play for your team
and help you win,

but you don't get to own him.

- Looks like we got a deal.

- All right.

- Coach!
- Yes, sir.

- [laughing] My man.
- Let's get it.

- A'ight.
Hope you ready for me, man.

- Let's do this.
- Let's do it.

I been ready.
- Hey. Yeah.

- I been working.

- Get outta here.
- A'ight.

I'ma talk to you later.
- All right, I'll talk to you.

- Big Willy's back.

[both chuckle]

[knocks at door]

- How'd that go?

- He's in.

Job well done.

- I mean,
I didn't really do anything.

- Well, he needed to show
his uncle that he's willing

to work hard
for what he wants.

Thanks to you,
he got there.

No grind,
no grit, no greatness.

[tense electronic music]

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