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(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(ON STEREO) Hip-hop hooray, ho

Hey, ho

MALCOLM: I just read that money as we know it is dead.

Soon the world is only gonna buy and sell products using bitcoins.

It's like a complicated math equation.

So, one day we're gonna buy things

with numbers from a math equation?

Dope, right?

NARRATOR: Malcolm Adekanbi is a geek.

Malcolm lives with his single mother

and has only one memory of his father.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC CONTINUES ON HEADPHONE)

Malcolm lives in Inglewood, California,

in the Darby-Dixon neighborhood referred to as the Bottoms.

(SINGING) You drew a picture of my morning but you couldn't make my day

I'm rockin' and you're yawnin' but you never look my way

I'm lickin' down your darlin' In every single way

Your funny flow is foreign And your green card's on the way

This ain't got to do with shampoo

But watch your head and shoulder

Brother, older, bold enough To fold ya, yo, I told ya

A raid, afraid of what I made and played it plus a funky fit

So save your flips And tricks for that music and the monkey bit

Give me your bike, nigga!

NARRATOR: Malcolm's friends, Jib and Diggy, are also geeks.

Yo.

Shit.

All I want to do is a zoom, zoom, zoom and the boom, boom.

MALCOLM AND DIGGY: Word.

NARRATOR: Malcolm, Jib and Diggy

are all deeply obsessed with '90s hip-hop culture,

submerging themselves in the music,

watching old Yo! MTV Raps episodes for fashion tips,

and using the slang.

Huh?

Bro, that shit was whack.

What?

They were biting Brand Nubian.

That's not even possible.

Ah, jackpot, niggas.

(LAUGHS)

Gushy, gushy. Mmm.

NARRATOR: Oh, did I mention that Diggy was a lesbian?

Although from the way she dresses,

you might not have noticed she's a girl.

WOMAN: Save her, Lord!

MAN: Yo, hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Every Sunday, her grandmother asks the church to lay their hands on her

in order to pray away the gay.

MAN: Praise the Lord!

(CONGREGATION SHOUTING AFFIRMATIONS)

MALCOLM: So, did it work? You know.

I was watching Justin Bieber the other night

and I got a little moist.

Yeah? So maybe.

That's just because he's a little ho, though.

DIGGY: That's true.

He's a very pretty nigga. JIB: Yes, he is.

What's up, boss?

NARRATOR: For most geeks, a bad day might be

being the butt of jokes in class,

the occasional food prank, and the worst, being beat up by a jock.

But when you live in the Bottoms,

a bad day might be accidentally getting killed.

Like Wytony Johnson,

who got shot buying a pastrami cheeseburger

from Jimmy's Burger on Centinela.

Hey! It's the Rollin 60s, dumb-ass niggas!

(SCREAMING )

NARRATOR: The real tragedy is,

that he was seconds away from defeating Ganon.

He had a hell of a comic book collection.

Jib has been trying to talk Wytony's mom into giving them to him

for the past two weeks.

Malcolm, Jib and Diggy don't play sports and they aren't in a gang.

They're always getting ridiculed by their peers

because they're into white shit,

like skateboards, manga comics, Donald Glover,

and for listening to white shit

like TrashTalk, TV On The Radio,

and for doing white shit

like getting good grades and applying to college.

Malcolm, Jib and Diggy used to be in the school marching band,

but quit in protest after refusing to play the Harlem Shake.

They arranged to use the music room during lunch

for their recently formed punk band, Awreeoh.

One, two. One, two, three, four!

(SINGING) Yeah

First day of school Hey!

Good grades are cool

Trying to find a new way to rule

And land a new major boo

My, my, is that why

Bumping young jeezy inside

I march to the beat of my own drum

And tomorrow don't care about the outcome

It's time to get live, live I mean fucking live

Adrenaline on overdrive Come on!

Life at home is hard to survive Come on, Jib!

Your friends come over to give you a ride

Hey! So hot, you could evaporate rain

So much anger but you don't feel the pain

Then you say, 'sup with this?

Storm out of the door and scream

Fuck this shit!

I won't act like a gangsta would

But no, you can't fuck with my hood

It seems that lately

Your homeboy's tried to play me

Stay acting shady

My ego might just make me

Go ahead

Go ahead

Make some noise

Make some noise

Go ahead

Go ahead

Make some noise Make some noise

Hey, hey! You know the program, niggas.

Hey, hey! You know the program, niggas.

Shoe program. Turn around.

Let me see what the fuck you working with.

Oh, shit, man.

All these motherfuckers got small feet around this bitch.

God damn! Nigga, I don't know why you was looking.

Hey-hey! My nigga, my G.

Oh, man.

Where the fuck you goin', man?

God damn! What's up with you?

Hey, them last shoes you gave me, man, I was feeling them.

Classics. The Force 2s? Yeah, I was liking those.

What's these you got on?

Bro, these are straight from the flea market.

Shut the fuck up, nigga.

These the J3s, with the red mark on 'em.

Oh, yes. (CLAPPING)

Come up out those right now.

Right now, nigga! You speak English?

Do I got to beat the shit out of you again and take them?

Damn.

This nigga's speaking African or some shit,

like he don't speak what we speak.

This nigga always...

Hey! (ALL SHOUTING)

Go, Dig! Come on!

Dig! Go!

Come on, Dig!

Oh, shit!

Hey, hey. Hold up, hold up.

Get your fuckin' hands off me, man!

Don't think I won't beat your ass, Marquis!

I came up with your daddy.

You better ask him about Stacey.

And see what's what around this motherfucker!

Let's go, man.

I'm gonna get the other one, you little, bitch-ass nigga.

Go, man.

Malcolm, when I see stuff like this personal essay,

I think you're not taking the process seriously.

I'm... I'm taking it seriously, Mr. Bailey. I promise.

I'm talking about something that I love.

I mean, it's well-reasoned, supported with historical data,

it shows creativity, critical thinking.

If Neil deGrasse Tyson was writing about Ice Cube,

this is what it would look like.

I suggest you go in a different direction.

Write something personal about you.

Your family, your life.

I mean, I... I could write about the typical,

"I'm from a poor, crime-filled neighborhood,

"raised by a single mother, don't know my dad..." blah-blah.

It's cliché.

This here, this, this is...

This is creative. This shows that I'm different.

This is the kind of essay

that Harvard wants from their students.

Malcolm, I'm gonna be honest with you.

You're pretty damn arrogant. You think you're gonna get into Harvard?

Who do you think you are, hmm?

You go to high school in Inglewood.

To the admissions committee, your straight A's, they don't mean shit.

If you're really serious about this exercise

and you're not just wasting my time,

or yours,

then it's gonna be about your personal statement,

your SAT scores, your recommendations.

And most importantly, your alumni interview tomorrow.

Are you ready?

I'm ready.

You'd better be.

I just found out you're interviewing with Austin Jacoby.

He's from Inglewood too,

so he'll be able to relate to your circumstances.

Jacoby Check Cashing?

Harvard? Really?

(CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry. They don't all go on to be president.

NARRATOR: On this day,

their usual route home is blocked by a Blood gathering.

They were shooting a video for their YouTube channel.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Well, where do you want to go?

Some nigga really needs to invent an app

like Waze to avoid all these hood traps.

NARRATOR: The only way to get home is down 104th street.

But that's where the dope dealers are,

who, for sport, routinely try to steal their bikes.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Go! Hey, little nigga.

Such is the life of a geek in the Bottoms. Come here.

A daily navigation between bad and worse choices.

Hey! Come here, little nigga.

Yo, man.

I be seein' you and your little friends

with y'all flattops and MC Hammer pants,

riding around in this shit,

looking like y'all came out of a DeLorean or some shit.

Fuck is up with that shit anyway?

You know, the '90s was like the golden age of hip-hop.

Everything from It Takes A Nation Of Millions

to The Blueprint was killing it.

I guess me and my friends just wish we grew up back then.

It Takes a Nation came out in '88.

Blueprint came out 2001.

What the fuck are you talkin' 'bout right now?

Technically, um...

But, you know, the spirit of the music was definitely still '90s.

I mean, It Takes a Nation, Straight Outta Compton,

Paid in Full was ahead of their time.

And then you got Snoop, Biggie, Wu-Tang.

They took the game to the next level.

Blueprint was kind of like the punctuation mark.

Let's not forget, the '90s also gave us Vanilla Ice, MC Hammer.

And we can't forget about the Fresh Prince.

Everything in the '90s wasn't great, but...

Oh, shit.

But you got to admit Summertime was a classic.

What's your name, little nigga?

Uh, it's Malcolm.

Look here, Malcolm. I want you to do a favor for me.

You see that green apartment there in the middle of the block?

There's a nice little piece over there.

I want you to go up to her and tell her that Dom wants to talk to her.

Uh, that's... That's it?

Yeah, nigga. Can you handle that?

Uh...

Yeah.

Get to pedalin', nigga.

Drop that up here.

(DOG BARKING)

Yeah.

(MAN AND WOMAN ARGUING)

You gonna say something or just stare at me?

Um...

Dom says that he would like you to come over and talk to him.

Well, why don't you tell Dom that if he wants to talk to me,

he can come over here and be a fucking man,

and not send a little kid to talk for him.

Tell him just like that.

She said that shit?

And that Dominique was way cooler before he became Dom.

And, um, that if you think that she cares

about your dope money, she... She doesn't.

Listen, tell her that I'm throwing

a birthday party at Verse tonight,

and I would really enjoy the pleasure of her company.

Go ahead, nigga.

You should, uh... You should work inside out.

Do the stuff in the brackets first and then square the sum.

Yep.

Okay. Thanks. (LAUGHS)

Oh! Um...

Dom says he's throwing a birthday party tonight at Verse.

Mmm-hmm.

He said he'd really love the pleasure of your company.

(SCOFFS)

That nigga did not say that.

He did. I...

I swear. He... (SIGHS)

Lord. (CLEARS THROAT)

Well, I'll go if you go.

I'll save you a dance.

JIB: You are going.

We are going.

She metaphorically showed you her pussy and said, "Come and fuck me."

Jib, um... JIB: Mmm-hmm.

...this is Dom we're talking about.

We're not going to a drug dealer's birthday party.

That's... You're trippin'.

We're in our senior year, bitches. Okay?

It is time we started

expanding our horizons. No.

Call your mom and tell her you're...

You're studying late at my place.

Come on. Dig? Huh?

Look, it's better than what you normally do at night, so...

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON CELLPHONE)

Mmm-hmm.

MAN: (SINGING) Don't stop, pop that pussy

Oh, hey, ladies. Hey, ladies.

Oh, hey, ladies. Hey, ladies.

Oh, looking beautiful.

One, two and tres.

Been working on my spa... Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What you doing?

You let them in without checking the list.

What's up? (CHUCKLES)

Okay, uh, let me educate you real quick.

I am the gatekeeper, I'm the grandmaster, the authority

in keeping a proper nigga-to-ho ratio.

You understand what I'm saying?

So unless you little niggas got some pussies,

I'm gonna need y'all to get the fuck... I have one.

(LAUGHS)

I know y'all some bitches, but you ain't got to say you got pussies.

No, no, no, no. She... She's a girl.

What?

(LAUGHS)

This little nigga's a bitch!

Like... Like Boys Don't Cry like a motherfucker.

Remember when we was seein' that shit?

Yeah, I remember that.

Nigga, what the fuck. Let us in.

Oh, well, yeah, yeah. You know, it's 21 and older.

I'm gonna need some ID, some verification.

Uh. Uh.

Aw, wait. Y'all don't have no IDs?

(GROANS) Sorry! I'm gon' need y'all to get the fuck off.

Come on. Get the fuck off.

There's a Baskin-Robbins down the street. Enjoy yourselves.

Hey, man, don't this dude look like

the dude that danced in Santa Monica?

Breakdance? Don't he look like... What the fuck.

You're coming in, right?

BOUNCER: Get the fuck outta here, man!

Get the fuck outta here, man.

Old Coolio-looking motherfucker.

Hey, baby. You're looking good.

WOMAN: Oh, thank you.

Digs. Digs. Digs. Jib. Jib. Come on, come on.

(MUSIC PLAYING IN CLUB)

Hey. Hey, Wait... Hey!

DOM: Yo, yo, yo. It's cool. It's cool. Let 'em in.

Look, I... I can't let you do that.

These kids are underage

and I cannot lose my license tonight.

Not tonight.

I don't mind having this discussion with you.

I actually enjoy the thoughtful exchange of ideas.

And you do bring up a valid point. Know what I'm sayin'?

But see, you put me in a bit of a spot, nigga.

'Cause I can't have you back-talkin' me in front of my niggas

without at least fuckin' your ass up.

You feel me? Oh, look, you don't have to do that.

I kind of do though. I mean, I don't want to. It's my birthday and shit.

But there's principles to this shit, and I'm a principled man.

Hey, look, they in, Dom. It's all good.

I know they got in. That's my point.

But I got this nigga telling me what he

can't let me do and shit. Like I give a fuck!

Man, if I let this shit slide, we got what they call a slippery slope.

You know what a slippery slope is, nigga?

No. I don't... I don't know what a slippery...

Anyone? ALL: Mmm-mmm!

Do it got anything to do with skiing?

Nigga, sit your ass down, man.

I know using your brain is a challenge and shit.

You said slope, you ski on a slope...

You might fuck around, give yourself a concussion.

It's a small event that leads to a chain reaction of events

with unintended consequences

that were unforeseen at the time of the inciting event.

See, this is a smart little nigga right in here, bro.

You probably got one of them "photogetic" brains or some shit, huh?

(CHUCKLES) You mean photographic memory?

Nigga, what I just say?

I mean, yeah, you said it.

I'm reiterating that...

I'm still a little shaky on the concept. (EXHALES)

Basically, if I let this nigga slide, man,

then I'm going to have the next nigga coming along,

thinking they can pop off and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

And so on and so forth.

MAN: Damn!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh, shit.

Hey, little nigga, you coming in?

Yo, it's cool. You coming in, Malcolm?

(ECHOING) Nigga, come on.

Yeah.

Nigga, school's out. What the fuck you doing with a bag on?

Hey, throw this behind the bar for my little homey.

Yo, let me get a round of shots.

Cheers.

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS)

MAN: (SINGING) I'll tell ya

Somethin' pissed me off

I don't walk around talkin' 'bout it

Niggas wasn't into it

Then it started poppin' off

I'll tell ya

Somethin' pissed me off

I don't walk around talkin' 'bout it

Niggas wasn't into it

Then it started poppin' off

Poppin' off

I'll tell ya

I'll

Niggas wasn't into it

Then it started poppin' off

Poppin' off

(SINGING) You was in my position wouldn't know what to do

(SINGING) You was in my position wouldn't know what to do

Mama says you got it, endorse it

You rollin' me 'cause I'm getting' it

If I was a racket, it would be...

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

Hey, Nakia.

Hi.

(LAUGHS)

So, are you gonna ask me to dance or what?

These girls let it pour These girls let it pour, they let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

I think you said something about me

being man enough to come talk to you.

Can I have this dance, Nakia?

It's my birthday, you know.

Hey, uh...

We were dancing, man.

(LAUGHS)

Kids say the darnedest things, don't they?

See, this is what happens when you don't spank your children.

Anyways...

Why do you have to talk to him like that?

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

DOM: You look nice tonight. MAN: Dom.

MAN: (SINGING) These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour They let it pour

These girls let it pour These girls let it pour

DE'ANDRE: Boom! Damn, nigga, that was ill.

This nigga doesn't know what hit him. Check this nigga out.

He's walking his jihad dog and shit, scratching his nuts.

Yahtzee, nigga. Oh, this shit crazy.

Yo, man, straight up, I really used to think Obama was a bitch, man.

Drones, though, nigga?

That's some gangsta shit. I need one of them motherfuckers.

(ALL LAUGH)

That shit ain't funny.

It's fucked up if you really think about it.

How, nigga? He killing all them al-Qaidas and shit.

Nigga, that ain't all that gets killed.

And that nigga's saying he can drone-strike Americans too.

They killed an American working with them niggas in Yemen.

Man, he was a terrorist, dawg. So it's like set trippin'.

You can't decide to be a Blood,

and then get mad if the Crips try to kill you and shit.

Man, all I'm saying is,

this shit started somewhere like Pakistan or some shit.

And before you know it, they'll start saying that we're the terrorists.

They're gonna have planes riding all around Inglewood,

droppin' bombs on Crenshaw and shit, man.

Ah! Slippery slope.

DOM: Exact, nigga.

Shit, I wish a nigga would try to fly drones in my hood.

Fuck that. Hell yeah.

MAN: I wish I would see one of them motherfuckers in Inglewood, man.

For real. Don't let them niggas come to my hood.

DOM: What you got there?

Breakfast club, nigga.

Molly Ringwald.

So, this the latest and greatest shit, huh? Yes, sir.

Pure as a nun's pussy. Know what I'm sayin'?

This ain't like that ghetto shit

y'all niggas been fucking with either, man.

This is that A-1 shit.

Yeah, A.J. say you ready to move out

the D-League and move up to the NBA.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNS FIRING)

(SONG PLAYING) People want my power

And they want my station

Stormed my winter palace

But they couldn't take it

SWAT OFFICER: LAPD! Drop your weapons!

Oh, shit.

Whoo! Jesus!

Get the fuck out of here! Let's move. Go!

Tryin' to pull a full-on Your gas won't go

MALCOLM: Nakia! Nakia.

Lookin' for your ticket Now let's all go

(SIREN BLARING)

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

(JIB WHISTLES)

Malcolm!

Shit.

Come on. I drove.

Thanks for helping me.

Most of those niggas just saw me and stepped over me.

Luckily for you, I'm not one of those niggas.

Oh, really?

What are you, then?

I don't know.

I'm just... I'm black as fuck, right?

(LAUGHS)

I guess I'm just used to hearing that

niggas don't listen to this, niggas don't do that,

niggas don't go to college unless they play ball or whatever.

It's just time to accept it.

I'm just not one of those niggas.

Well, me neither, then.

'Cause I'm going to college.

Just got to get my GED first.

That's what you were studying for.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

If I pass, I'll go to El Camino or Santa Monica or something.

Transfer to Dominguez or Northridge.

Well, you shouldn't sell yourself short.

You could do better.

You hardly know me. So how can you say that?

I can just tell.

You shouldn't settle for what's expected.

Like Dom, right?

I... (CHUCKLES)

I didn't say that.

Don't try and be slick.

You're trying to block him.

So, you two... (CHUCKLES)

You guys... It's complicated.

But trust me, he's got nothing on you.

You probably got all the girls lined up asking you to prom and shit.

You making fun of me?

No, no.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I didn't go to my prom.

You didn't go to your prom? Seriously.

I had one guy ask me. Anthony Davis.

And he fucking stood me up.

I didn't even care about missing prom.

I was more mad about not going to Six Flags the next day.

All my friends had dates. I didn't want to go alone.

Would you want to go to prom with me?

(CHUCKLES)

I mean, I...

I know that I'm not complicated or... But...

It's just with studying and all,

I don't think I'll have time.

But thank you.

What if I helped you study?

And what if you passed the GED?

Would you go with me then?

I'll think about it.

Okay.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

JIB: Three words.

Did you fuck?

Did you fuck?

Oh, man, you're a pussy, nigga. Come on, man.

She let me feel her titties and finger-bang her.

Bullshit. No, I'm dead-ass serious.

Smell my fingers.

(SNIFFS) I don't smell shit. Yeah!

Just cream. You never smelled pussy before.

Wait. I have.

I don't smell shit.

See, she don't smell shit either.

'Cause you only know your pussy.

Exactly! (BEEPS)

Wait, wait, wait. Hold it. Whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute. You two go back through, one at a time.

One at a time.

What's getting into you?

Come on.

(BEEPING) (BARKING)

Hey, hey. Calm down.

Go. Everybody else wait. Turn around, go back.

We got to do pat-downs. The machine is broke.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Yo, yo, yo. Oh, shit!

What's wrong? What?

Oh, shit.

Fuck!

Is that real?

Boy, how'd you get this shit?

I have no fucking clue, Jib. No fucking clue.

What do you mean you don't have a fucking clue?

I have no fucking clue where that gun came from.

Or the drugs.

SWAT OFFICER: Drop your weapons!

Oh, shit.

Get the fuck outta here. Let's move. Go!

Last night at the fucking party.

At the party. Dom put that shit in my bag. Had to be.

JIB: Well, we got to get rid of it, then.

You know? Dump it, or... Yeah.

Or take it to the police. Yeah. Let's take it to the police.

Are you joking?

You want three niggas

to take a bag full of dope

and a gun to the fucking police station?

Like, "Here you go"? I...

And you don't expect Dom to find out who snitched?

Well, what do you wanna do with it?

Yo, that's a lot of weight.

It's like 20, 30 keys. I don't know.

It's a lot of shit, right?

I don't know, Dig.

I don't know anything about this shit.

All I know is Jeezy paid LeBron and Jay paid Dwyane Wade.

What?

He was talking about dope?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Shit.

(STUTTERS) I answered it.

MALCOLM: You did what? I don't want that shit.

DIGGY: Oh! Shit.

Hello? THE VOICE: Who the fuck is this?

Um, who is this?

This the nigga that's gonna fuck you up, you keep asking questions.

Now, who the fuck is this?

I prefer not to say.

Okay, I see how we gonna do this, then.

If this ain't a nigga named Malcolm at Yukon and 104th street,

then I'm gonna kill your ass.

How do you know where I am?

Find an iPhone.

Steve Jobs' a motherfucking genius. Oh, shit.

Now, if this a nigga named Malcolm, say, "Damn right."

Otherwise, click-click-boom.

Damn right. Damn right, my name is Malcolm.

Malcolm. Malcolm!

How you feeling, man?

Dom told me there was a mix-up.

You accidentally took my lunch. That true?

Took your lunch?

Yeah, my lunch.

A nigga hungry. Yes. Yes, I... Yeah. Uh-huh.

Baloney sandwich. Mmm-hmm.

Baloney. It got cheese on it?

Yeah. Mmm-hmm.

We talking about the same sandwich, nigga?

'Cause I ain't ask for no cheese.

I find that my fucking sandwich got cheese on it,

I'm gon' kill your ass.

(STUTTERS)

I don't know.

You just... You know, there's a bag and... (MAN LAUGHS)

What? What?

You're the one wanted to get all cute, talkin' 'bout

baloney sandwiches and shit.

I just asked you if you had my lunch.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right. You're right.

Your lunch. It's right here. I'm looking at it right now.

Coolio.

Now, after school, you're gon' see a red El Camino parked,

and this handsome-ass nigga inside.

That ain't Lance Gross, nigga. That's yours truly.

Just walk up, hand me the baloney sandwich and be on your way.

You have a nice, happy, productive life

with a hell of a story to tell.

You got it?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Red El Camino after school. Cool.

It's almost over, little nigga. You did good.

What the fuck did we get ourselves into, man?

I don't see it.

Where is it?

Yo, he's over there.

MALCOLM: Where? DIG: To the right.

MALCOLM: Oh, I see him.

You good? Yeah. Yeah, let's go.

You good? All right. Yeah.

He asked for you alone, you know?

I got your back and all.

It's just I don't wanna mess with his explicit instructions.

You'll be fine, bro.

Right?

You're just dropping it off. You're good.

He's good. He's good. (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Uh...

Hey. Yeah.

I'm, uh... I got your lunch.

I'm walking to the red El Camino right now.

DOM: (OVER PHONE) What you say?

Who's this?

This is Dom, man.

Look, do you have what I left in the backpack?

Yeah. Yeah. You in the red El Camino?

What the fuck you talking about?

Somebody called me earlier saying I need to bring him the sandwich.

Nigga, why the fuck are you talking about sandwiches right now?

The... The backpack.

He... The guy, he said that I needed to bring it to him after school.

He'd be in a red El Camino.

(SIGHS)

Yo, McFly,

I want you to listen to what I'm about to tell you right now.

Somebody snitched.

I'm in county right now. I don't know who the fuck called you.

There's two possibilities.

Either the motherfucker in the El Camino is po-po.

As soon as you give him the package, he gon' arrest you.

Or that motherfucker's the snitch.

In that case, he'll take the package, kill you,

then I'm headed to Chino with a price on my head.

Look, I'm gonna need you to trust me

right about now, you understand?

Do not take that backpack to the nigga

in the whip, else we both fucked. Hear me?

I'm gonna text you this address.

Go there, ask for A.J. Tell him it's about the boys club.

Give him the package. Tell him it's from me. You hear me?

Nigga, run. Get the fuck out of there, nigga.

Run. Go now! Get the fuck out of there! Oh, shit.

Go! Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

DIGGY: Go! Let's go! Come on!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

DIGGY: Go, Jib!

Get the fuck back over here!

MALCOLM: Oh, shit!

Let's go! Let's go! Move the fucking car!

Let's go!

Come on!

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

JIB: Yo, man, what the hell happened?

Who the fuck was that?

Dom. What?

Dom! That nigga called me

and said that the nigga that called earlier

isn't with him. (TIRES SCREECH)

Well, then who is he?

(CAR APPROACHING) Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

DIGGY: How the fuck did they find us?

Yo, let's go.

Jib! Dig! Bus!

There. Right here. Right ahead.

It's that bus. It's that bus.

Right there. Right there. They on that bus!

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Open the fucking door!

Open the fucking door, bitch!

(PASSENGERS EXCLAIM)

You see three little niggas

get on this bus a couple stops ago?

I don't know. Lot of young niggas get on this bus.

Don't get smart. I'm just asking you

a motherfucking question, all right?

Man, I don't see shit but the road.

(TABLET BEEPING)

He's here.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

Is it you? Huh?

Is it you, huh? Is it fuckin' you?

(GASPS)

FEMALE VOICE: (ON PHONE) Congratulations.

You have found your iPhone.

Damn.

MAN: (SINGING) It's yours

Whose world is this?

The world is yours The world is yours

This world is mine, it's mine

Whose world is this?

It's yours

This world is mine, it's mine

Whose world is this?

The world is yours The world is yours

This world is mine, it's mine

Whose world is this?

I sip the Dom P watching Gandhi till I'm charged

Then writin' in my book of rhymes

All the words past the margin

To hold the mike I'm throbbin'

Mechanical movement

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

The thief's theme

Play me at night they won't act right

The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck

Like a crack pipe

The mind activation react like I'm facing time

Like Pappy Mason With pens I'm embracin'

Maybe they're not here. Whose world is this?

The world is yours The world is yours

This world is mine, it's mine

Whose world is this?

Yo, Lily, what are you doing

opening the door butt-ass naked for?

Excuse my dumb-ass sister, man.

What up?

Are you A.J.?

No, that's my dad.

I need to speak to him.

It's about boys club.

Right. Right.

Uh, well, my dad's at his office for a couple of hours.

But y'all can hang out here

until he gets back if you want.

Um... No.

You know...

Hey, you wanna come in? MALCOLM: Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Y'all come in.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

You Piru? Crenshaw Mafia?

Uh...

I'm just Malcolm.

That's your hood, though. Right? Right?

Fuck crab-ass niggas! (MUSIC STOPS)

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

In the guest house is where I got my studio.

That's where I lay down my tracks.

(SINGING) This world is mine, it's mine

Whose world is this?

The world is yours The world is yours

This world is mine, it's mine

Whose world is this?

It's yours

This world is mine, it's mine

Whose world is this?

Yo, the world is yours The world is yours

This world is mine, it's mine

Whose world is this?

It's yours

JALEEL: I fuck around with it, you know. I do my little thing.

My style is, I'm like a Dilla meets a No I. D.

With a little bit of splash of Rick Rubin.

Right. Know what I mean?

I actually got something that I did the other day.

Check this out.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(RAPPING) Yeah, ridin' in my whip Left on Imperial

Hos trying to milk a nigga Just like bereal...

(RAPPING STOPS) Wait. "Bereal"?

Yeah, what the fuck is "Bereal"? (CHUCKLES)

Oh, shit. Look. I meant "Cereal."

But that's how much I hate crab-ass niggas. You know what I mean?

'Cause my mind, it thinks these C-words,

but my mouth won't let me say them.

Okay, so, you replace words that start with C's with B's?

Like Crip dyslexia.

Criplexia.

But only soft C's, 'cause you said "Crab" no problem.

That's true. Why won't your mind tell your mouth

to say "Brab" instead of "Crab"?

I don't know.

It's a case-by-case thing.

(STUTTERS) Not "Base-by-base"?

See, you would think this hard "C"

would be the issue, but no.

That's interesting.

Fuck y'all. I'm just tryin' to rep my set. That's it.

(CHUCKLING) Ladera doesn't have a set.

What the fuck you mean?

(MALCOLM STAMMERING)

Huh? Does that make me any less of a nigga than y'all?

ALL: No.

Because my dad was from the Bottoms. Yeah.

My uncle, everybody on my side reppin' the Inglewood family.

'Cause that's where my heart is. MALCOLM: Yeah.

Even though my... My body's right here. MALCOLM: Mmm-hmm.

It's cool. (CHUCKLES)

It's "Bool." (CHUCKLES)

(SNICKERS)

Fuck all y'all.

'Cause I was in a good mood and shit, all right.

(SINGING) Can't bring me down Oh-ay-oh

What was that?

A song that we...

You just reminded us of something we was writing.

"Was"? Let's... Let's get to it.

What you mean? (CHUCKLES) Let's record.

Let's record what? The song.

Quit fucking around. Come on.

(SINGING) I'm eating good Oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down Oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down Oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down Oh-ay-oh

I'm in a good mood Oh-oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down Oh-oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down Oh-oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down Oh-ay-oh

Randy.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Check this out.

Little niggas. Got 'em.

(ENGINE STARTING) I know y'all hungry.

If you want, you can just help yourself to my fridge.

Or I could have Marta cook us up something.

Ooh! Can she cook chili-cheese fries?

Chili-cheese fries. Yeah.

Marta! Yeah.

Right? Where you get 'em at?

Jimmy's Burgers on Centinela and Inglewood avenue.

Yes, um, cuatro órdenes de chili-cheese fries

at Jimmy's Burgers on Centinela and Inglewood.

(LAUGHING)

Niggas, let's roll.

You coming, Malcolm?

No, I think I'm gonna stay here.

(SINGING) I'm your drug, baby Come and take a dose of me

So, you're a boy from the hood?

(STRUMMING)

Good thing you found the boys club

and have such an amazing mentor as my father.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm bored as fuck.

Will you play with me, my little boy from the hood?

Yeah.

Yeah, we...

I can...

Well, what do you want to play?

How about we play Mother May I?

You remember that game, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Go ahead. Ask me a question.

Um...

What's your name?

(CHUCKLES) Lily.

No, you're supposed to ask me something like,

"Mother, may I take two steps?"

If I say yes, you take two steps toward me.

Or I may say,

"No, you have to take three steps back."

Now it's my turn to ask the questions.

Okay.

Got it?

Yeah.

May I take off my clothes?

Yeah.

Yeah.

May I walk over to you?

Yeah.

May I touch you?

(SOFTLY) Yes.

Are you a virgin?

No.

Don't.

Don't do that.

There are too many liars

and bullshitters in this house, Malcolm.

I can tell you're not like that.

Not like him.

Don't start now, okay?

Okay.

Yes, I'm a virgin.

I got to pee.

Jaleel keeps rubbers over there.

I want you ready when I get back.

Go.

Can we get some chili-cheese fries?

Some burgers too.

All right, we'll get...

Yo, can I get a grilled cheese?

What the fuck is this?

We got a problem, Blood?

Listen to this motherfuckin' Abercrombie & Fitch-ass nigga.

You little niggas were supposed to deliver my lunch today.

After school.

Now, I need my shit.

Right now, nigga. Right now.

What the fuck are you even talking about, nigga?

You hungry?

She's right there. Order some shit.

Order some shit? See, first of all,

you do not know me, bro. (GUN COCKS)

Let me tell you what's going down. All right?

We're gon' order our food.

And then you can order your lunch

or whatever the fuck else.

A'ight? Then we gonna keep it pushin'.

MALCOLM: Where is my bag?

Yo. What's in the backpack?

That's for my dad, right?

Fuck.

Lily.

Lily.

Lily?

What the fuck? What are you doing?

Look... You don't know what you...

This is your... Oh, my God!

This can't even be happening. Look, look at you.

Come on... What is wrong with you?

Have you ever fucked on Molly?

Um, I haven't fucked on anything. Remember?

(MOANS)

Okay.

(CHUCKLING) Okay. All right.

(MALCOLM SCREAMING)

What the fuck!

You... You threw up on me!

It's everywhere! It's all in my mouth!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Who the fuck is this?

Son of a... Why are you yelling at me?

I don't know you, Mr. Bailey, but you're being very rude.

What the fuck! Bye.

Yes, this is Malcolm.

Malcolm! Come here.

Yes, can I reschedule, please?

Mr. Bailey, come on...

Fuck!

Wait. Wait.

I have to go. I have to go. Wait. We're not done yet.

Where are you going? Stop being so mean. I have to go.

I spaced on my college interviews!

I spaced on my college interviews.

I only have 20 minutes to get down there

or my whole life is fucked.

I'll take you.

What?

I'll take you.

MALCOLM: Oh, shit! Lily!

Lily! Lily, get up! Oh!

Oh, Lily! It's a stop sign! Lily, stop.

Stop! Stop! (BRAKES SCREECH)

(HORN BLARING)

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Lily.

Lily!

Lily! I got to pee! I got to pee!

Get out of my house! Let me use the toilet!

Lily! Get back!

Lily!

I got to pee! I got to pee! I got to pee!

(TIRES SCREECHING) (HORN HONKING)

I got to pee! I got to pee! I got to pee! I got to pee!

(SINGING) As I come back

As I did it, yo, I had to beg your pardon

When I travel to the sun I roll with the squadron

Rrrrrroaw, rrrrroaw Like a dungeon dragon

Change your little drawers 'cause your pants are saggin'

Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban

And have you smellin' ripe like some old stale urine

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

What the fuck?

(SINGING) Heel up, wheel up Bring it back, come rewind

What the fuck?

(SINGING) Here we go, yo

So what's the, what's the What's the scenario?

Tell you what's going down. We gon' order our food.

And then you can order your lunch

or whatever the fuck else.

A'ight? Then we gonna keep it pushin'.

Yeah?

(GUNSHOT)

THE VOICE: Shut your fuckin'...

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

JIB: Diggy, fries, fries, fries!

(GRUNTING)

I want my motherfucking dope!

I want my fucking dope!

Shit, where the fuck is Jaleel?

Fuck! That was our ride. What the...

JIB: Run, run, run!

Freeze! Down on your knees! Keep your hands up!

(SINGING) So what's the, what's the What's the scenario?

What the fuck?

(SINGING) So what's the, what's the What's the scenario?

Here we go, yo Here we go, yo

So what's the, what's the What's the scenario?

Here we go, yo Here we go, yo

So what's the, what's the What's the scenario?

RECEPTIONIST: Mr. Jacoby's just wrapping up a staff meeting.

RECEPTIONIST: Mr. Jacoby's just wrapping up a staff meeting.

He'll be a few minutes.

MALCOLM: Dom?

Is that... Is that Dom?

Oh, shit.

Austin Jacoby.

Nice to meet you, Malcolm.

Take a seat. Come on, relax.

So, uh, Malcolm Adekanbi.

Did I pronounce that right?

Yeah? Great.

You're Nigerian.

My dad, um...

He... He went back to Nigeria before I was born.

Sorry to hear that.

I know what it's like to grow up without a father.

That's why I spend a lot of time

and a lot of money with the boys club.

Those, uh, those kids...

Are they your kids?

Yes, they are.

Not too much older than you.

So you know Dominique?

Excuse me?

You... You probably know him as Dom.

No. Sorry. Why do you ask?

Dom gave me something

to deliver to someone.

As crazy as it seems,

I think that someone is you.

This Dom person,

what did he say that

I should have to do with this delivery?

I don't know.

I just know that he told me to deliver it to A.J., so...

And why did you do it?

I didn't have a choice.

Oh, come on, Malcolm. Come on. You always have a choice.

You could have done a lot of things with that package.

You're a smart kid. I'm sure you thought about all of them.

But you chose to make the delivery for this Dom person...

Because you thought it was, what, in your best interest?

So, you should take responsibility

for the choice that you've made.

Now, you know I'm not the person or persons

for whom this delivery was intended.

Something happened along the way.

It's like, uh, Amazon.

If you order a Rick Ross or Macklemore CD...

I would not order a Macklemore CD.

That wouldn't happen.

All right. Who, then?

Casey Veggies.

Casey Veggies? That's... That's an artist?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay. All right.

So, you order a Casey Veggies CD from Amazon, right?

No, you don't order a Casey Veggies CD.

You just go online and you download it.

Yeah, okay. All right.

But you are aware that Amazon does ship discs, right?

And if you order that disk

and it does not come in a timely fashion,

you're gonna call them and you're gonna say, "Where's my stuff?"

And Amazon has to assume responsibility.

But it's just one CD.

But what if it's 100 orders and 100 CDs don't show up?

Or a thousand? Or 10,000?

It's a slippery slope.

Slippery slope.

So, Amazon has got to assume

the full cost of the loss.

But most importantly,

they have to deal with the loss of their reputation.

A reputation that has taken a long time to build.

You understand what I'm saying?

So let's do this.

Let's reschedule this interview

for a few weeks from now.

Give it a little time.

Go out there.

Make the delivery for which you have claimed responsibility

to the appropriate consumers,

so that the suppliers of this product can be whole.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

If you're able to do this,

it shows me more about you than any interview ever could.

And I would then make it my business

to make you a man of Harvard.

AUSTIN: I want you to get out of the Bottoms just like I did.

I know from growing up there, it's very, very dangerous.

And that your family or your friends

could get killed at any moment

just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I'd hate for that to happen to you...

Or any of your family members.

Getting on?

Looks like you and I had the same kind of day.

How'd the interview go?

Okay.

Well, sit down.

My shift's almost over. I'll take you home.

MALCOLM: Thanks, Mom.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) A junkie walking through the twilight

I'm on my way home

I left three days ago

But no one seems to know I've gone

Home is where the hatred is

Home is filled with pain

And it might not be such a bad idea

If I never

Never went home again

Tried to heal my broken heart

And it might not be such a bad idea

If I never

If I never went home again

Home again, home again

Home again

Kick it, quit it Kick it, quit it

Kick it, quit it, kick it

Can't go home again

Home again, home again

(INAUDIBLE)

WOMAN: The incident took place today at Seven Bucks coffee,

apparently the side effects of the popular club drug MDMA, or "Molly."

Tannehill James was a witness to this bizarre scene.

So, I'm here at the Seven Bucks,

drinking my vanilla chai latte,

and eating me some pound cake.

'Cause you know niggas don't eat scones, right?

When all of a sudden, this crazy little naked ho comes up,

and she squatted down right in front of me and she pissed right there.

I swear to God.

Pissed right there for a long time.

So, now, you tell me how am I supposed to eat my pound cake

after witnessing something like that?

WOMAN: Reporting live, Karen Myetta, Channel 10 news.

MALE ANCHOR: Up next, a fight over lunch turns deadly in Inglewood.

Did he actually say, "I'll kill you

"and your friends if you don't sell these drugs"?

Or just you? What?

Don't act like you weren't curious, too.

Not directly.

He was talking about Amazon

and Rick Ross CDs not getting to their customers.

Niggas don't even buy CDs anymore, dawg.

Jib, that's not the fucking point!

Are you gonna go and sell on the corner?

'Cause we're a bunch of bitches, man.

Speak for yourself, Jib. Yes.

I am a bitch-ass nigga. I don't give a fuck.

I own that shit. Who are you trying to impress, Diggy?

We're talking about Molly, Jib, not fucking heroin.

All we got to do is find the white people.

Go to Coachella, Lollapalooza. Yeah, yeah.

We can backpack and hitchhike

and sing Mumford & Sons songs

and all that folk fucking shit.

Fuck you. Okay? I'm just saying it could work.

JIB: Yeah, yeah. Why stop there, you know? Why not hit Bonnaroo also?

MALCOLM: Bitcoins.

That's how we do it. DIGGY: Do what?

Oh, shit.

There's these sites where you can...

You can sell everything

from fake credit cards to illegal guns and drugs.

And they use bitcoins so they can't be traced.

We don't have to stand on any corner.

Dark web. Could work.

Way better than Coachella.

Guys, the FBI can track us. The police...

No, they can't. Uh-uh.

Not if you use a Tor browser.

What the fuck is that?

Onion routing.

Layered encryptions.

It's like a game of Whac-a-Mole

with thousands of computers.

What the fuck is a Whac-a-Mole?

Look, these dark web sites

run off these secret IP addresses.

Like LulzSec-level shady.

We need to find one somehow.

(SINGING) We be to rap What key be to lock

NARRATOR: William Ian Sherwood III.

Musician, scholar, rake, entrepreneur, conspiracy theorist.

(CELL PHONE RINGING) (SINGING) But I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat I'm cool

NARRATOR: Malcolm, Jib and Diggy

met William at Band Camp three years ago.

Yo, if you niggas need some weed,

I got you. Good shit. Fair prices.

NARRATOR: William assured them that he the used the word "Nigga"

only as a term of endearment,

as explained by Q-Tip in the classic song, Sucka Nigga.

That's your room right there.

NARRATOR: After that, they all hit it off.

Though he never used that word in front of them again.

The mission at Band Camp was to give kids from different backgrounds

a chance to exchange music and experiences unique to their cultures.

Wait. Okay, so you're saying white girls will suck dick,

yet still claim they're virgins?

(LAUGHING) Yeah, man.

I'm serious. Really?

Dude, check it. I've been getting head

since I was, like, 12, all right?

I've been hitting hos in the ass since I was, like, 14.

It's true, man.

These chicks will let you fill any hole, except the pussy,

with a dick, no problem.

So, technically, you're still a virgin too.

Yeah. Right.

But here's something to wrap your brain around, man.

I've never had intercourse with a pussy.

JIB: Mmm-hmm.

Only asshole and oral. Okay? JIB: Mmm-hmm.

So the question isn't, "Am I technically a virgin?"

What the question could be is,

"Am I technically gay?"

Oh. That's deep, nigga.

Yeah. I don't know.

NARRATOR: William went to (BLEEP) prep school,

where he smoked a pound of weed a week, skipped classes,

and had a 1. 9 GPA,

yet got a perfect score on his SAT.

He was accepted to his father's alma mater under academic probation,

which meant he had to maintain a 3. 0 grade point average.

So, William hacked into the (BLEEP) database,

erasing all grades from the entire freshman class.

(SINGING) We out

Small-batch, craft-brewed, 40-ounce malt liquor.

(SINGING) It ain't nothin' like that

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

NARRATOR: That same year, he achieved his dream

of having sex with a black girl.

You ever fucked on Molly before?

No.

Hey, nah, it's good, man.

It's like... It's like being fucked by God.

(SINGING) I'm no joke when I stroke for a client

You know, everybody is going to Black Market Reloaded

You know, everybody is going to Black Market Reloaded

and a bunch of smaller sites.

But, dude, that shit is getting mad sketchy now.

If you nigga...

If you guys want drugs,

I can get you good shit

way less expensive than online.

Nigga, we don't need to buy anything.

We need to set up a store to sell.

What? Nah, really, dude. What can I get you, man?

I'm dead-ass serious, nigga.

Dead-ass serious.

Okay.

Okay. All right. Wait.

'Cause this is ridiculous, man.

Why the fuck, after all these years,

you can call me N-word and I can't say it?

Yo, look, we already went over this.

I'll have to slap the shit out of you again.

I don't want to do that.

See, that's not even right. I mean, like, really.

You know I'm not the one, all right? This is all love here.

Look, let's... Let's get back.

Hey, you asked me to do something for you.

I'm like, "What?" I'm down. I don't give a fuck.

Because you're my people, all right? You're my n...

And this is where I would insert that word.

It's nothing personal. You're still my nigga.

But I got to slap the shit out of you based on principle.

Let's get back to what's goin' on. No, no, no. Wait. Principle?

Okay, you want to talk principle.

What about Jib here, man?

This dude isn't African-American.

He's like fucking Latino or Moroccan or some shit.

MALCOLM: Where's this conversation going?

Technically, he shouldn't be able to say the word.

Why can he use it? Okay. Because I'm 14% African.

Four... 14? That doesn't...

Shit, I'm probably 14%.

I am 14% African. Ancestry.com.

Look, we don't give a fuck.

For real? Just say the damn word, okay?

It doesn't matter. It's cool, right?

I don't give a shit. DIGGY: I give a fuck.

Don't say that shit. I will slap the shit out of you.

No, no, no. No, you won't

because you have been outvoted by your peers.

I'm George W. Bush. I don't give a fuck what the vote says.

Dig. What the fuck?

Let him say it.

(SIGHS)

All right, you can say it.

Thank you.

And I appreciate that. I really do.

Now, like a nigga was saying...

What the fuck!

(LAUGHS) WILL: What the fuck?

What the fuck? Yo, it was a reflex.

Reflex? A fuckin' reflex? Dig!

It won't happen again. I'm sorry.

Look. Will, we need your help to sell this shit.

That's why we're here.

Whoa. How did you guys get this?

It's a long story, man.

We need to know if you're gonna help us.

Why? I mean, you guys could set that type of shit up easily.

Nah, nigga, not like you. Okay?

I need to go ghost. None of this shit can point back to me.

The type of protection I need for this shit requires a hacker.

Anon shit.

You broke into the fucking USC database.

Hey, hey. No, no, no. Okay?

Samo did that. I don't know shit, all right?

Whatever, nigga.

Look, we don't know shit about selling dope.

Nothing.

Nothing about the units, the terminology,

the pricing. None of that shit.

I don't even know how much this fucking bag is worth.

You do.

(SUCKS TEETH)

Okay.

But if this is a Samo-type job,

man, I can't just do this as a favor.

What do you want? A percentage of the profits?

Fuck that.

Pay me in Molly.

(SINGING) Slam!

Cut up the shit. You're gonna want to measure it out...

So you can bag it up in grams, sell it that way.

But, you know, what a lot of the kids

are liking nowadays is the pill form.

Da-duh-duh Let the boys be boys

Slam, da-duh-duh Da-duh-duh

So, where we setting up shop?

Here.

Here?

Yeah. Here.

Are you fuckin' retarded?

No. It's actually genius, bro.

MALCOLM: We have a science lab.

We want to enter the Google Science Fair.

All we need you to do is open up the science labs,

and we can do everything else.

(BEEPING)

WILL: Don't lose that shit, okay?

MALCOLM: We have a computer lab which nobody ever uses.

(SINGING) I'm eating good

Can't bring me down

MALCOLM: And all the supplies laying around the band room

would be perfect for shipping.

(FEEDBACK)

(SINGING) Can't bring me down

And the best part, watch.

(SINGING) Can't bring me down

Oh-ee-oh (BARKING)

(MACHINE BEEPS) But not them probably black on the outside

White in the middle

I want to feel love I want to just giggle

Nobody's going to suspect a thing.

We're just geeks doing what geeks do.

I'm eating good

Right? That's what I'm saying, bro.

You're into it, bro.

Can't bring me down

(LAUGHING) What's up?

Yo. What's up?

Hey, congratulations on getting the store set up.

Now, uh, we got to get you guys some customers, right?

Yeah.

Check it out. My house is having a party.

We could use a cool band.

(SINGING) Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links?

Okay. Say we're, like...

Okay. Say we're, like...

What about if you're quoting, like, rap lyrics?

Say we're all listening to The Chronic, Doggystyle.

We're all rapping along.

Like, what are we supposed to say?

(SINGING) 'Cause I never hesitate to put an N-word on his back

I'm sorry. That's bullshit, dude. Yes.

What about the artist's intent?

Dude, that is exactly what I'm talking about, man.

Dude, I saw your bitch, Lily, on YouTube.

Okay. Well, Lily is not my bitch anymore, so...

Hey, then can I get at her, dude?

'Cause I got to find out what she was on.

Nigga, I don't give a fuck. All right?

Go for it, dude. Hey, but for real, she was using this.

MALCOLM: Um...

Mike check. One, two. One, two.

Um, hi.

I'm Malcolm Ad-rock on guitar.

We've got Diggity Diggy Dawson on the drums,

and we've got Steel-faced Bobblehead Jibby right here on the bass, huh.

MAN: Play something, Fresh Prince!

All right. We are Awreeoh.

We're about to turn it up, okay?

One, two. One, two, three, four.

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

(CHIMING CONTINUES)

(CHIMING CONTINUES)

MALCOLM: (SINGING) You keep jumpin'' around in my face, you know

Yet you hang around you see every show

But you just make me weak I'm about to explode

(CHIMING FASTER)

What the fuck?

Fight one little monkey critical

Put you out with the rest of the shit to go

Yeah (CHIMES)

You tried my patience

'Cause I'm so nice

You think it's safe, yeah

My adrenaline is racing

You may not see it in my face

But don't mess with me

I'm not in the mood, dude

Don't mention me I'm not in the mood, dude

Ain't got an attitude, dude I'm just not in the mood, dude

I ain't do nothin' to you, dude

I don't deserve it Don't need it

Don't get deleted

Bitch, don't get deleted

Yeah, don't get deleted

Bitch, don't get deleted

(CHANTING) Diggy, Diggy, Diggy!

Don't get deleted

Don't mess with me

I'm not in the mood, dude

Yo, fuck Molly, dawg! It's all about that Lily, son!

How am I supposed to eat m...

(VOICE SLOWS) Pound cake?

Eat my pound cake.

My pound cake!

Is this Channel 10? You're all out here, huh?

Hey, homey, videotape this.

I want to tweet this later, man.

(CHIMES)

Yeah, don't get deleted

Son of a bitch.

We got an order.

(CHIMES)

"Lily?"

Don't get deleted

I can't believe we're really doing this right now.

Shit.

Smile on my face but distrust below

Don't let it fool ya Far as dressing go

Okay. Let me...

No.

Congratulations

You're about to go, yeah

This shit better work, Will.

Bitch, don't get deleted

Bitch, don't get deleted

Yeah, don't get deleted

Oh, shit.

(CHIMES)

(SINGING) Put it on eBay Fuck this up

Lily, dude, that was unbelievable.

Principal Harris tells me that

there are three young men...

who actually joined the Google Science Fair.

Please.

Proof

that the public school system is still a ladder to success.

MALCOLM: Half an ounce for Joe Patterson.

We have an ounce for John Smith.

We have an eighth for Ashley Down.

Susan Thompson. JIB: Steve Burke.

MAN: Yeah, this popped up about a few weeks ago.

Look at what they're moving.

It's major volume, too.

I don't know why they're calling it "Lily."

Maybe, uh, 2 Chainz called it that on a mixtape.

He's a rapper. Yeah, you know, the Birthday Song.

"Big booty ho."

Okay, never mind. Forget it.

Hi.

Um, is that offer still on the table?

Help. (CHUCKLES)

If you're busy, I can come back tomorrow or later.

No, um, no. They're... They're about to leave.

DIGGY: Yeah. Yeah, we were stepping.

Okay, cool. Thanks.

Bye. Bye, guys. Have fun.

(WOMAN VOCALIZING)

(MOUTHING)

WOMAN: (SINGING) They say one door open

When another door close

I'm prayin' That's the way that it goes

'Cause right when I'm about to

Turn the doorknob

Thanks for helping me.

No problem.

You're a fast learner.

Aw.

Thanks.

(SIGHS)

Shit's been real crazy since Dom got locked up.

A few of his boys got smoked on the corner the other day.

I don't want to go back there.

Sorry. I just don't have people

I can talk to about this stuff,

that understand, you know?

I know.

Thanks.

Dom called from jail the other day.

He asked about you.

That's why you showed up all of a sudden.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means that Dom sent you here as his messenger.

All this crying on my shoulder? Bullshit.

You're supposed to put your feminine wiles on me,

and find out about the fucking dope.

Right?

Right?

Wait. I...

And here I was,

stupid enough to think that you were different than these other niggas.

Nakia, Nakia, Nakia.

Fuck you!

"Feminine wiles"?

PROCTOR: Good morning.

Today you're going to take the SAT.

The SAT is your chance to show how prepared you are for college.

You will have 25 minutes to work on section one.

Yo, what the fuck was that?

(MOUTHING)

What do you mean, you don't know?

Drug search, dawg.

They do it randomly, like, every month or so.

It's all for show.

I mean, it's not like somebody is stupid enough

to put some shit in their locker.

Can I go to the bathroom?

Yes, but you will not be given more time.

MAN: (SINGING) Without a pause, I'm lowering my level

The hard rhymer where you never been I'm in

You want styling You know it's time again

"D" the enemy Telling you to hear it

They praised the music This time they play the lyrics

Some say no to the album, the show

MAN 2: (SINGING) Hey, yo, Chuck

They think we takin' shorts

Show 'em This is cold medina, man come on, kick it

MAN: (SINGING) TerminatorX

TerminatorX

TerminatorX

Man. Come on, man.

What in the hell are you doing?

Um, SAT's.

SAT's?

I, uh, had to use the restroom,

and I'm kind of late getting back.

You know? (SCOFFS)

Thank you. Good luck, little man.

MAN: (SINGING) Bring that beat back! One, two, three, four!

Hit it! The set ain't over!

Come on, y'all Let's get busy

Come on. Say "Yeah!"

Say "Hell yeah!"

Ain't it funky?

JIB: I'm not doing this shit no more.

Bro, I can fix this shit.

I can fix this shit.

The bag is almost done. The shit is almost gone.

I mean, I can't sell this shit no more.

We almost just got fucking caught.

Look, I don't want to go to jail.

I want to go to fucking college.

I want to get a good job. I want to help my mom!

Dig?

That's cool.

It's my fault, my weight to carry.

Yo, that's bullshit.

We all wanted to go to Dom's party. Especially you, Jib.

It's our weight to carry too.

We've got your back to the end, right?

Right?

Fuck.

There it is.

Gracias.

All right, so, when we get the bitcoins, then what?

I need cash.

Well, you would have to do a currency exchange

to get the US dollar equivalent,

but, I mean... (CHUCKLES)

That kind of defeats the purpose

of a non-fiat currency, right?

Okay, see, I don't give a fuck about all that

Aaron Swartz Occupy Wall Street shit.

Okay, well, you'd have to link

your Bitcoin account to a bank account,

and then there's this infinitesimally small chance

that it could be traced.

I mean, the Feds would have to know

exactly what they're looking for, you know.

It's not something they could just stumble upon randomly.

Basically, I would just have to make

a stupid-ass mistake for them to trace it.

And do I look like the type of nigga

that makes stupid-ass mistakes?

(SNORTING)

Um...

So, uh, you want me to set up that exchange?

I'm... I'm good. I'll do it.

Um...

What if I want zero chances of trace?

Well...

If you want zero trace,

you got to go black market, homey.

WILL: Yeah, you got to put the bitcoins on a drive.

And make a hand-to-hand exchange.

You get cash minus the transaction fee.

If you really want to go that route,

and I really don't suggest it,

I know a dude in the garment district.

Ask for Fidel.

If you pass his test, he'll help you.

If you don't...

Well, just pass his test.

One of these Alligator bags was made here.

One is from the store.

Which one is which?

The right one, I mean, 'cause it's...

Poofter. They both look the same.

The reality is,

I sell 90% of my stuff to white hos.

Most aren't rich enough to afford retail.

Why do you think that is?

I don't know.

They know.

They know the only difference between these two bags

is the person rocking them.

So, when they rock 'em,

people are gonna assume it's real.

And the flip of that is,

it doesn't matter if you had the receipt

from Barneys sewn into the bag.

People gonna assume it's fake.

Only you know the truth.

So, what are you, man?

Are you a real?

Are you a fake?

That's what I need to find out.

I'm just Malcolm.

"Just Malcolm"? Who the fuck is Malcolm?

Show me. I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

Hey! Don't look at them.

This is between you and me.

I'm-a give you five seconds.

You can either man up or run out like the little bitch you is.

One!

Malcolm, let's just go.

Listen to your friends, boy. Two!

You can't be serious.

I'm more than serious, motherfucker.

Three! I need that money.

You ain't gettin' shit.

Four!

Yeah, you see your pussy friends leaving?

They're running like some little bitches.

Run, pussy.

Five! Five! Five!

Hit me, man!

Five, motherfuck...

Oh, man. You...

Drive.

Where?

Give me the drive!

Shit.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Come here, man.

Now I know who you are.

A man that does not give a fuck.

(CHATTERING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

Hey, Blood! Don't you owe me another shoe, nigga?

Shit!

Get on the ground, bitch-ass nigga.

Get the fuck off me! JIB: Malcolm!

Get off us! Malcolm!

BUG: Stay the fuck down, nigga.

JIB: Malcolm!

BUG: Bitch, nigga. Yeah.

MAN: Yeah!

DIGGY: Jib, get the fucking bag.

MAN: Come on!

(LAUGHING) Oh, shit.

Hold on, hold on. Hey, hold on.

Give me the bag.

Please, just give me the bag.

(ZIPPER CLOSING)

I don't even want that shit, Blood.

Let's go, nigga. All right. Come on.

MAN: We out, we out, we out.

(CAR PULLS AWAY)

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come on.

Let's go.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(MUMBLING)

That's 10%.

Consider it a proffer.

The rest is in a Bitcoin account.

Bitcoin?

It's an untraceable internet currency.

There are web sites that sell a lot of things

that people would get in trouble for selling.

They use bitcoins.

Kind of like Amazon.

So you sold on the Internet?

No.

No. You did.

Excuse me?

You set up a store on Black Market Reloaded.

Very successful.

Very successful.

I mean, you moved your entire inventory.

See, the market's been pretty volatile,

but as of right now, you have $97,267 and 31 cents

in your Bitcoin exchange account.

(CHUCKLES)

$10,000 in cash.

Now, as long as your bitcoins stay in the exchange account,

they're safe, untraceable.

Now, if you were to exchange the bitcoins into dollars

and transfer that money into your Jacoby Check Cashing corporate account,

there would be a really, really small chance of it getting traced

by the DEA or FBI.

I mean, that would only happen if you were idiotically sloppy

while setting up the Bitcoin exchange account.

(SNORTING)

So, uh, you want me to set up that exchange?

I'm good. I'll do it.

I mean, that... (STAMMERS)

I mean, it would almost have to be...

Intentional.

(TYPING)

And why should I believe any of this, Malcolm?

Is your Jacoby APS shipping account number

5x4578?

California regional bank number 267856783?

Federal tax id 95...

Hey, you really should just upgrade your firewall, you know?

I actually know a guy.

He's kind of familiar with your system already.

You're all out of toilet paper, hon.

Courtside, okay? Courtside.

Gotta have it. No, come on.

Now, what if I report to the authorities

that my securities have been breached

and my identity has been stolen?

As I've just learned, it doesn't matter if this bag is real or fake.

Because of where I come from,

everybody's going to assume it's fake.

So, since you and I come from the same place,

what is the DEA going to assume about you?

And because you and I are from the same place, Malcolm,

you should know what a person like me

can do to a person like you.

Yeah.

But that's not what a Harvard man would do.

Nah, see, a man of Harvard is smart enough to see

that would set off a chain of events

that would inevitably come back and destroy him.

And everything he's built.

That would be a shame.

So, I think you should take this opportunity before you very seriously.

Do everything in your power

to ensure that I become a man of Harvard,

and make sure nothing happens to a hair on my gorgeous head.

Can you dig it?

(CHUCKLES)

(SINGING) I'm eating good Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down Can't bring me down

Malcolm, you forgot your bag.

It's fake.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

MR. BAILEY: Malcolm.

You're pretty damn arrogant.

You think you're gonna get into Harvard?

Who do you think you are?

Let me tell you about two students.

MALCOLM: Student "A" is a straight-A student

who lives in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

He plays in a punk band with his best friends.

He loves to skateboard and ride on his BMX bike.

His favorite TV show is Game of Thrones

and his favorite band is The Thermals.

He's a '90s hip-hop geek.

Student "B" goes to an underfunded school,

where teachers who would rather not be there

teach kids who really don't care.

He lives with a single mother,

doesn't know his father and has sold dope.

Now close your eyes.

Picture each of these kids and tell me what you see.

Be honest. No one's going to judge you.

Now open your eyes.

So, am I student "A" or student "B"?

Am I a geek or a menace?

For most of my life, I've been caught in between who I really am

and how I'm perceived,

in between categories and definition.

I don't fit in.

And I used to think that that was a curse,

but now I'm slowly starting to see

maybe it's a blessing.

See, when you don't fit in, you're forced to see the world

from many different angles and points of view.

You gain knowledge, life lessons

from disparate people and places.

And those lessons, for better or worse, have shaped me.

So, who am I?

Allow me to reintroduce myself.

My name is Malcolm Adekanbi.

I'm a straight-A student

with nearly perfect SAT scores.

I taught myself how to play guitar and read music.

I have stellar recommendations

and diverse extra-curricular activities.

I am a Google Science Fair participant,

and in three weeks, I helped make

over $100,000 for an online business.

So, why do I want to attend Harvard?

If I was white, would you even have to ask me that question?

WOMAN: (SINGING) It's my turn now It's my turn now

This might burn now It's my world now

It's my turn now It's my turn now

This might burn now It's my world now

It's my turn now This might burn now

It's my turn now

MAN: (SINGING) How come you don't hear me, ma?

Tell me where your hearing went

How are you just going to leave me

In this social experiment?

Wonder why we take these pills

Everything we want is sick

Heart is like a toilet bowl

Mama, I want so much shit

Young, black, and I want that dreams of Americana

The girl I like want niggas to buy

So sorry, Mama, but I want to till 6:00 in the morning

Ain't rolling with no army

And I've got that ping-ping on me

Dreams like my money, mommy Can't take it from me, mommy

WOMAN: (SINGING) I've been waiting in the dark here all night

Waiting for some inspiration to pass by

Got my head straight and finally my vibe's right

But that don't concern you It's my turn now

It's my turn now This might burn now

It's my world now It's my turn now

It's my turn now This might burn now

It's my world now It's my turn now

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Nice haircut.

I like it.

I'm... I'm sorry

for all the stuff that I said.

There was a lot going on at the time.

And that wasn't me.

Yeah, it was.

You might have all these other folks fooled, but not me.

You're...

Complicated.

Anyway, I just came by to say thank you.

Thank you?

You... You passed? Mmm-hmm.

(CHUCKLING) You passed.

You were supposed to go to prom with me.

No.

I told you I wasn't mad about missing prom.

Hey.

I was mad about missing Six Flags.

I'll pick you up in the morning.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: (SINGING) It's my turn now It's my turn now

This might burn now It's my world now

It's my turn now

WOMAN: (SINGING) Oh, do me, baby

Oh, do me, baby

MAN: All right, stop whatcha doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin

The image and the style that ya used to

I look funny, but yo I'm makin' money, see

So, yo, world, I hope You're ready for me

Now gather round, I'm the new fool in town

And my sound's laid down by the underground

I drink up all the Hennessy ya got on ya shelf

So just let me introduce myself

My name is Humpty pronounced with a Umpty

Yo, ladies, oh, how I like to thump thee

And all the rappers in the top 10

Please allow me to bump thee

I'm steppin' tall, y'all and just like Humpty Dumpty

You're gonna fall when the stereos pump me

I like to rhyme, I like my beats funky

I'm spunky I like my oatmeal lumpy

I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack

But sometimes I get ridiculous

I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice

Hey, yo, fat girl, come here Are ya ticklish?

Yeah, I called ya fat Look at me, I'm skinny

It never stopped me from getting busy

I'm a freak, I like the girls with the boom

I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom

I'm crazy, allow me to amaze thee

They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me

I'm still getting in the girls' pants

And I even got my own dance

The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump

Everybody Oh, do me, baby

Do the Humpty Hump Come on and do the Humpty Hump

Sexy baby

Do the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump

Do me, baby

Do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump, y'all (VOCALIZING)

Do me, baby Who wants to do the Humpty Hump?

Do the Humpty Hump Check it out

Do me, baby Black people, do the humpty hump

Do the Humpty Hump Come on

White people, do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump

Do me, baby

Puerto Ricans, do the Humpty Hump

Just keep on doin' the Hump Do me, baby

Samoans, do the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump

Ah, yeah

This the realest shit I'll ever write Yes, sir

Maybe 'cause it's all I know Come on

Life don't let you write twice Yes, sir

One continuous note Come on

The ink in my pen is light Yes, sir

No erasers, duh Come on

Some people scribble across the lines Yes, sir

Maybe that's why they go Come on

Seek the being sublime Yes, sir

I want the everydays to know Come on

Even though I'm one of their kind Yes, sir

And this encounter is close Come on

I'm-a lay it down on the line Yes, sir

Till I'm eternally a ghost Come on

The opportunity is to dine Yes, sir

So right now It just tastes like toast Come on

'Cause I'm eating good

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

I'm in a good mood

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Maybe I'm not doing fine Yes, sir

And maybe I'm not breaking gold Come on

But you ain't gonna see a nigga pine Yes, sir

And you gonna see a nigga hit his goal

You gonna see a brand-new shine Yes, sir

Watch how a nigga destroy Come on

Life is surrounded by signs Yes, sir

If you're connected, you know Come on

The non-believer have a hard time Yes, sir

Some say they find it difficult Come on

Nothin' in their life ever rhymes Yes, sir

And then they wonder why they never grow Come on

They would rather grow like vines Yes, sir

Six seconds, then they go Come on

But I would rather be a bonsai Yes, sir

And then never grow with the flow and tell them

Come on

I'm eating good

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

I'm in a good mood

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Awreeoh That's what they call me

Sure to blow, but not them probably

Black on the outside, white in the middle

I want to feel love I want to just giggle

About this world The bullshit in front of it

Make a nigga just want to get steamrolled

Steamrolled

Everybody say "Steamrolled"

Steamrolled

Oh, man, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

I'm grindin', I'm bitin' down

I'm grindin' to light and sound

And I'm grindin' It's tightenin' now

And I'm signin' Because I'm bright and loud

I'm feelin' good

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

I'm in a good mood

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down