Original subtitles

[Loco] Demetri!

[Meech] Yo, is that a motherfucking snake?

-[Loco] It's a serpiente. -[Terry] Shit.

-[Loco] It's most deadly. -[Terry] Loco, get us help.

[healer speaking Spanish]

-Demetri will be a legend. -A legend?

Como Escobar.

The Black Pablo Escobar.

The board would like to interview you

-for the lead pastorship. -Me?

I need to get in touch with Issac.

I met up with my guy,

and he got a plug in South Carolina.

Thank you. I'll be reaching out.

You said this is business, not pleasure, right?

Milton would have been 13 yesterday, so I needed a drink.

Thank you, Abe. Mark, would you like to go next?

Red Dogs.

[grunting, shouting]

Welcome home, Meech.

[whistles]

You ain't 'posed to be here, dawg.

Had to come stop by and give Nicole a little something.

We family, right?

[Meech] Open up. It's all yours.

Yo, Meechie, you're the best!

Addiction is a powerful drug, ain't it?

But I beat my addiction, nigga.

-[gunshots] -Aah! Aah!

-Fuck! B-Mickie! -Get the fuck out of here.

I followed y'all from the party so we could talk.

Nigga, this don't mean shit. Ain't nothing to talk about.

Please, fucking hear me out!

Nigga, get the fuck out of here, nigga!

[Meech] I'm getting the fuck out of Detroit.

[tires squealing, siren wailing in distance]

[down-tempo music plays]

[squelching]

[wolves howling in distance]

[grunting]

They're getting closer.

The wolves, they want comida.

Entonces...

...para los lobos.

[wolves barking in distance]

So they don't...

[meat thuds]

...eat us.

Vamos!

What you mean, vamos?

Tee, he wants us to distro the fucking deer meat.

[Terry] To some hungry-ass wolves in the dark,

so we can get our asses eaten too?

No. Fuck that.

[speaking Spanish]

Loco.

We cool, man.

He cool.

[speaking Spanish]

[wolves barking in distance]

[sighs] Oh, man.

I can't wait to get the fuck out of here.

We should've left with that old mystic nigga

-when we had the chance. -Man, stop bitching, alright?

Loco knows what he's doing, Tee. Not your dumb ass.

Same guy who got arrested in this godforsaken place?

I'm not trying to die here, Meech.

Stop being fucking afraid.

Now, trust me. I seen the light.

During that voodoo shit?

I saw God, Tee.

-What? -I seen the Most High.

And He told me I was anointed.

Now, I can't really explain it.

I just know it was some next-level shit.

That's why I got Loco to thank.

Yeah.

Sound like a bunch of bullshit to me.

[chuckles softly]

See, that's your fucking problem right there.

Always thinking inside the box

instead of opening up your fucking mind to anything else.

You a stuck-in-your-ways type of nigga.

How I think ain't the problem, Meech.

You ain't God. Remember that.

[wolves snarling in distance]

[ominous music plays]

[wolves howling]

[Older Meech] When you out in the wild,

you discover what you're really made of.

Problem is...

I was starting to realize

that things were starting to change fast for baby bro.

Maybe too fast.

? I got everything on the line ?

? Out here I'm on the grind, trying to get mine ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

? A nigga movin' weight, trying to get the cake ?

? I'm in and out of state ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

? Too many niggas fake, it's hard to tell a snake ?

? One more flip and I'm straight ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

? I don't go hand to hand , it go gram after gram ?

? Yeah, holla at me, man ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

? Too many niggas fake, it's hard to tell a snake ?

? One more flip and I'm straight ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

[50 Cent] ? The D's ain't that good, these niggas is rattin' ?

? They tell 'em what's goin' on ?

? That's how they know what's happenin' ?

? I'm ridin' with the top down, trunk full of yola ?

? Ghetto pharmaceutical, I move that Coca-Cola ?

? Thousand grams of pure though, I fuck with the weirdos ?

? They snort away the pain, bang the dope in their vein ?

? Shorty crying, Christmas ain't coming ?

? Her pops locked up when it hurts the worst ?

? Your ace find out she knocked up ?

? Welfare ain't an option when the feds come knocking ?

? It's all fucked up, so wish me luck ?

? A nigga movin' weight, trying to get the cake ?

? I'm in and out of state ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

? Too many niggas fake, it's hard to tell a snake ?

? One more flip and I'm straight ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

? I don't go hand to hand, it go gram after gram ?

? Yeah, holla at me, man ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

? Too many niggas fake, it's hard to tell a snake ?

? One more flip and I'm straight ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

? At least you could wish me luck ?

? Oh, yeah, wish me luck ?

? All you got to do is wish me luck, yeah ?

Cousin was on the roof, got a clear view.

Said it took five shooters and 60 rounds

to have Lamar bleed out, just like, pop pop pop pop pop!

Listen, man. Legends never die.

So unless he got clipped by the angel of death himself,

come Good Friday,

that Silas motherfucker gonna be struttin' Livernois,

preaching the motherfuckin' salvation.

-[laughter] -Yo.

The entire fucking city is buzzing about Lamar Silas,

'cept for the nigga who pulled the trigger on him.

Alright. Hoop is tracking him to see what's up.

I mean, we all seen him pull the trigger.

I just hope he's not working with the cops or some shit.

[service bell chimes]

Have you even talked to Meech since he left?

Nah.

Look, Tee, you owe B-Mick for saving your ass,

but I wouldn't do shit without talking to bruh first.

Look, Sterl, relax, alright?

Hoop is just tracking him.

Besides, if Meech gave a damn about the D,

he wasn't just gonna disappear

after B-Missing hopped out of a hat.

Trust me, I hear you, but I'm just saying,

bosses need to stay focused on the business, not the beefs.

No doubt, no doubt.

That's why- why Hoop is doing what he's doing.

I got bigger fish to fry.

I got this distro in South Carolina.

Seems I'm the only one that's trying to turn

this half-a-ton vision into something tangible.

[Duffy] Half a ton?

-Yeah, you damn straight. -[chuckles]

Boy, you ambitious as fuck, ain't you?

You know it, man.

Is we all good for Loco's next shipment or what?

Shit, we ready.

Look, I got all the whips from the broker

-over to Francois last week. -[Meech] Okay, okay.

You know my man's the Mike Jordan of mechanics, right?

Hell, yeah. I'm hearing they're tearing Techwood down soon.

So we might have to redirect that weight.

Yeah, but we got some time, though.

I mean, they got to relocate folks first.

You're right.

Hey, man, I appreciate you for holding it down

while I was gone.

Yeah, you already know.

Look, with you risking it all out there with Loco,

that work was still coming in, motherfuckers were still eating.

Was even able to put money on commissary for my old man.

You know, his, uh...

his health ain't doing too good.

Damn. That's tough, man.

Is he gonna be okay?

I don't know.

Well, look, this is all the reason

you need to live your life to the fullest.

But take care of yourself and your pops, too.

No doubt.

We going to the Palace tonight, nigga.

-Hell, yeah. -Yeah.

Big Meech is back and BMF is gonna be bigger than ever.

Let's get it.

[baby coughing]

Come on, Vee.

[baby crying]

Come on, girl. You got to eat.

[door opens]

There's Daddy.

[baby fussing]

There's my girls.

How'd she do last night?

-[baby coughs] -Was up coughing again.

The medical bills are piling up, Brian.

I know. I'm trying.

And we may need to pay for her next surgery

sooner than expected, or she can't get in to see -

I said I know. I'm trying.

Baby, I'm sorry.

I know you're doing everything you can

to get things back on track for us.

[baby coughing]

I do.

But I don't know how long we can wait.

[Aisha sighs]

Let's try this.

Let's try a grape.

[baby crying]

[indistinct conversations]

I really appreciate the ride home from the meeting.

Happy to do it.

You know, Milton used to love playing hopscotch...

kicking the ball around out here.

They got any leads in the case?

Nobody around here wants to talk.

People tend to forget quickly, don't they?

Everyone's just protecting they own

before we all get displaced for the Olympics.

These fucking drug dealers, they don't care

about the innocent lives and communities

that they are destroying.

I know you haven't felt much like sharing at the meetings.

But I recognize something in your eyes, Mark.

Especially when I talk about the loss of my son.

Only those who have lost the same have it.

But don't feel rushed to speak on it.

You'll know when the time is right.

[suspenseful music plays]

Yo, young blood.

Any one of you got a light?

Nah, nigga. Not for no outsider.

[tires squealing]

[man] Red dogs! Run!

[all shouting indistinctly]

[officer] Hey! Don't move!

Empty your pockets, motherfucker!

Empty your pockets!

Come on, motherfucker! Bring your ass here!

Let me see those hands. Hands!

-Spread your legs! -What the fuck you doing, huh?

You deaf, Grandpa?

I was just trying to get a light.

Just trying to get a light, huh?

[grunting]

Stay down!

[grunting, shouting]

[sounds echoing, distorting]

[blows landing]

? No fame or fortune ?

[woman] Sing it, choir.

? Nor riches untold ?

? I'd rather ?

? I'd rather have Jesus ?

? Than silver and gold ?

? I'd rather have Jesus ?

? Than silver and gold ?

? In the midnight hour ?

? Than silver and gold ?

Hallelujah. Hallelujah.

Thank you, Father. Thank you, Father.

-Hallelujah! -Hallelujah!

-Shout hallelujah! -[cheering]

Whoo-hoo!

[Lucille] Hallelujah! May you go in peace.

Amen. Amen. Amen.

[congregation applauding, shouting]

[man] Mr. Flenory.

Brian.

Ms. Lucille, I ain't know she could sing like that.

Guess music is a foundation in the family.

How's things?

Been working graveyard shifts at the plant.

Plant life's an honest living.

Proud of you, son.

Well, it's different when you making money, right?

But I'm about making ends meet.

Nobody want to give up any shifts.

Ooh, I've been there.

That's why I worked three jobs most of my life.

Hey, Brian! What a pleasant surprise!

Hi, honey.

Where's the family?

Vee's sick. Again.

Uh, she's had a defect since birth.

Mm. I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, I'm working hard every night

while Aisha's looking out for my baby,

making sure she don't lose her last breath.

It's kind of like God's punishing her for my sins.

You know, as parents, we understand that.

That's right.

But the Lord does not work that way.

Ms. Lucille, I was wondering if the church wouldn't mind

helping out with Vee's next surgery.

I don't have any more hours at the plant

to even get any health insurance.

Wow.

You know, I can- I can talk to the board

and- and see if we can pull something

from the benevolent fund.

Okay?

I love you.

So, how'd this Issac Roberts guy get to South Carolina, anyway?

This past drought pushed him out.

So he went down South to find work at the ports

and discovered an untapped market of wealthy elites

who love nose candy just as much as nose jobs.

If he's getting it from the ports,

what does he want from me, then?

The Coast Guards keep busting shit up left and right.

That's why I pitched you.

So we can all go home to the bag.

He ask for cocaine or for weight?

Weight. That's how I knew he was legit.

Mm. Boom teach you this?

Nah. He was always underestimating me.

I learned this from listening.

What time's our meeting?

I'm going alone.

You wouldn't even have this connect if it wasn't for me.

Markisha, you not ready.

Well, I want a percentage of all sales moving forward.

[chuckles] Don't worry.

You'll get your percentage.

You'll get it.

[police radio chatter]

[Hardy] Hey Kang, we got us a detective on our hands.

Huh!

Von motherfucking Bryant.

Since you decided to lateral yourself down here

to Atlanta PD,

my partner and I decided to do some research on you.

You're the hero cop who transferred from Detroit

after snitching on your entire department.

I exposed a corrupt department

while investigating the murder of a cop,

a good cop, that was being swept under the rug.

That ain't snitching, nigga. That's the job.

And I would do it again.

Why didn't you just tell us you were a cop?

'Cause I didn't want to blow my cover.

Why are you in Atlanta?

I'm following this crew, BMF from Detroit.

They're taking Colombian weight.

And their piece-of-shit leader is a guy named Meech.

You know him?

Yeah, we heard of him.

[Hardy] But we don't know who the main players are.

BMF. Is that why you were at Techwood?

Yeah. And I was getting close to -

Look. Just stay out of our business.

You hear?

[suspenseful music plays]

[Hardy] Got to watch him.

[jet engines roaring in distance]

[R&B playing softly over speakers]

That plane's going somewhere exotic, like...

like Hawaii.

And it's a bunch of white families

who secretly hate each other,

and they think a vacation's just gonna fix all their problems.

[chuckles]

You know, speaking of people taking long vacations,

you heard what happened to Lamar?

Yeah, and I hope he enjoys hell.

Think your brothers had something to do with it?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Lamar ruined so much.

I don't want him to have our last night

before you go to Clark.

Yeah. True that.

All my boys spending they last nights

breaking up with they girlfriends

so they can be free in college.

-Do you want to be free? -No.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you, too.

Look, I don't mind waiting till you get to Morris Brown.

And I'm ready now.

Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are.

[soft music plays]

[knock on window]

[ominous music plays]

Unlock the door and step out of the vehicle, please.

[police radio chatter]

[dance music plays]

[man] Fire that shit up, then!

? Every day and every night ?

? You're on my mind ?

? I can't help but feel this way ?

? A love I can't define ?

? Whenever you're near me ?

? My heart skips a beat ?

? I'm falling deeper with every word you speak ?

? I got a crush on you ?

Man, I got bit by the deadliest fucking snake in the world, man.

Man, what about Gila monsters? You seen any of them?

-Shit, I seen one once. -Man...

Laz, you ain't never seen no damn Gila monsters.

How the fuck would you know?

'Cause the furthest your' country ass ever been

outside of Atlanta is Decatur.

[Laz] Nah, man. Keeping it real, though.

The odds of you and Tee making it out of that in one piece?

-That was a straight-up miracle. -Man, I know.

And I learned there ain't nothing me-

or anybody willing to ride beside me-

can't do.

Now, ain't nothing like living off of God's land

to understand God's plan. [chuckles]

Yo, yo, yo, I'm expecting y'all to come through

for Purdy's album release party.

It's gonna be off the hook.

This our new track,

and I wanna see them asses shakin'!

[cheers and applause]

[R&B music plays]

-Damn, this song is fire. -Fo sho.

Hey, whoever did this track got some serious talent.

I ain't expect all this out of no R&B shit.

[chuckles] You right.

God damn! Speaking of talent.

What's up, Lucky?

Palace ain't been the same without.

[Meech chuckles]

Well, I need a proper homecoming, then.

I got you.

? All day ?

? It's our life ?

? Let's live it our way ?

? Come on and get up ?

? Put your hands around my waist ?

? Leave it all on the dance floor ?

[music fades]

[guitar string twangs]

[telephone rings]

Ah.

[ringing continues]

Hello?

[Chuck] Yo, Chas. Chuck Campbell here.

What's going on, Big Chuck?

Listen, I got some bad news.

The next tour has been canceled.

Canceled? Why?

My brother. He needs vocal cord surgery.

Sorry to hear.

But when will it be back on?

I was really counting on that money.

Sorry, Chas.

It's just all dependent on his recovery.

Okay. Let him know I'm praying for him.

-And thanks for the call. -Sure thing.

[receiver clatters]

So, how you gonna pay child support

and keep us out of the red now?

Woman, the boys are grown, and Nicole is off to college.

Ain't no kids need to be supported, far as I can see.

Besides, you got a job now.

How about taking up an offering?

Oh, okay.

[telephone rings]

[ringing continues]

Who on earth could that be now?

Hello?

[Nicole] Mom. I've been arrested.

-I need bail money. -Nikki?

Like I told you before, the car was a gift.

I didn't know it was stolen.

Given who your brothers are,

looks like the crack apple didn't fall far

from the rolling tree.

Listen, Detective, I'm a Flenory,

but I am also my own damn person.

And I have a full scholarship to Morris Brown.

If you don't want to lose that scholarship,

I suggest you answer my questions honestly, then.

Who gave you the car?

[suspenseful music plays]

My brother.

Which one?

Michael Smith.

Michael Smith?

Yeah, he's a bastard.

He has a different last name than us 'cause my mama

used to be out in them streets back in the day.

Yeah, our rest of our family

doesn't really accept him as blood, but...

he sure is proud of me.

While I look into your brother...

...I booked you a nice suite at the Gray Bar Hotel.

Why? What for?

You're 18, and it's called protocol.

[buzzer]

[cell door creaks]

[indistinct conversations]

[somber music plays]

[cell door creaks, slams]

[buzzer]

Sweet!

[mid-tempo hip-hop playing]

[cellphone rings]

One second. Hold on.

What up, doe?

Demetrius.

Nicole just got arrested.

What? Wait, hold on.

Turn that shit down, man.

[volume decreases]

Mama, what happened?

The officer said that the car you gave her was stolen.

Mama, you know I can't be involved.

Demetrius, I am not asking for your money.

That's what got her in trouble in the first place, okay?

I just want you to know

that you might've destroyed your sister's entire future.

Fuck!

The fuck happened?

My little sister just got booked

for that fucking Honda, man.

Car came back stolen.

Fuck, man.

Yo, the broker said them shits was clean.

Yeah, well, she fucking lied.

I wonder how many else of 'em riding dirty.

What's the move then?

You wanna pull 'em all out of rotation?

I don't wanna jump the gun, man.

We need to go see that broker bitch first.

[Lucille sighs]

All the pawn shops are closed this time of night.

Sweet Jesus, help me.

We have no choice except to ask Terry.

Lucille, we can't use illegal funds.

That'll put us all in jail if someone found out.

I don't think they would be that worried about bail money.

You're a lead pastor now, and I'm touring with a gospel group.

Don't you mean "was"?

I mean...

if you weren't so busy chasing pipe dreams

rather than providing for your family,

then we might not be in this situation.

If you could've just stayed focused

on keeping your last child from being dead or in jail...

But oops, it's too late on that last one.

Always hitting below the belt.

You need to get on your knees

and beg for your job back at the plant.

[somber music plays]

[indistinct conversations]

[snoring]

Nigga, quit following me.

I'm just making sure you ain't causin' no trouble.

Nigga, I don't got time for trouble. My kid's sick.

All I do is work, shit, and sleep.

Just doing what I'm told.

Tell Meech to come talk to me his damn self.

He left town.

I answer to Tee, not your sorry ass.

Oh, well, tell Tee's bitch ass to come talk to me,

man to man.

And you know what? I-I wonder if he knows

how much of a sorry-ass right hand he got.

I never got caught sleeping on a job.

Nah, nigga, you just got caught.

-Man, fuck you! -Fuck you!

[B-Mickie] Move the fuck on, man.

[down-tempo music playing]

? When I look into your eyes ?

[telephone ringing]

? All I can see is sunny days ?

-Hello? - It's Waters.

Detective Timmons' partner from the D.

And?

[chuckles] Thought you'd want to know.

Nicole Flenory was arrested for a stolen car last night.

Really? What's her story?

Said it was a gift

from a bastard brother nobody knows about.

Ha! My ass.

Yeah, where's the car registered?

[Waters] Georgia. That's why I'm calling.

It was originally sold from a luxury Atlanta car dealership,

Apex Five Auto Haven.

Okay. Appreciate it, Waters.

Uh...

Hey...

You got an address?

[Waters] You bet.

[TV playing indistinctly]

[man whistles]

She pristine as hell.

How much can I get?

I'll put it on consignment, see what she bring in.

I mean, I can't wait. I need the cash now.

I only work on consignment.

I need to bail my daughter out of jail.

She's a good kid. I got nowhere else to go.

[clears throat]

Okay.

-Okay, I'll buy her outright. -Thanks, brother.

But for 30% less than the resale price would've been.

Come on, man. Really?

You want to get your kid out of jail or what?

So, I want to hear more about your process

to make sure that you can move what we'd be supplying you.

[Issac] Well, I own a trucking company.

I have warehouses all over the state.

So, how do you keep the K9's off the scent?

[chuckles] With cow shit.

Yeah, my guys cover the shipments with feces.

Throws the dogs off the scent.

Nice. That's real nice.

Seems like you got your shit figured out.

Yeah, you could say that.

-[chuckles] -[service bell chimes]

So, I'll start you off with 50.

Mm. That sounds great.

But you'll be dealing with Markisha,

since she made the introduction.

Now, Markisha's a fine businesswoman.

Mm. Real fine.

Look, word of advice.

Don't mess with her.

Last nigga she fucked with,

Boom put a hit out on both of them.

Look, but don't touch.

Got it.

Yo, Tee, we got to talk. I had words with B-Mick.

[service bell chimes]

[suspenseful music plays]

-Give me a sec. -[man] Yes, ma'am.

[music continues]

You said the cars were good to go.

They are.

Then please tell me why the hell

my sister is still sitting in a jail cell.

I was told by the seller that the Honda was clean.

[sighs]

[dramatic music plays]

[Meech] What in the fuck?

Yo, Duffy, we got to bounce.

You got a back door?

Yeah, it's down the hall and to the left.

Okay, cool. This guy that's coming in...

Silence is golden.

Now, Duffy will swing by later and bring you some cash.

Do you understand?

Welcome. Looking for anything special?

Detective Von Bryant, Atlanta PD.

Have you sold a Honda to this man?

No, I have not.

Come on, now. You just sold it.

Not to him.

Then who?

I'd have to review my sales records.

Well, I can go through them for you.

Not without a warrant.

Have a nice day, Detective.

I ain't never seen the Almighty Meech this shook.

Guess even Superman got his kryptonite, huh?

Man, that was Bryant,

a cop from the D that made my whole life hell.

I had no fucking idea that nigga was out here.

Yeah, well, that motherfucker on us like flies on shit.

Okay. Look. We got to ground the cars.

We don't know if they gonna confiscate

our entire fleet or what.

How we gonna hot-potato with no wheels, Meech?

I mean, we got cats from 'Bama to Ohio waiting on that product.

And the last time we ran behind, that motherfucker J-Push

threatened the wet us and forget us.

Man, J-Push all talk, man.

But you right, though.

One fool can't stop the show.

So...how do we keep this cop nigga a glitch

and not a fucking wrench?

[Lucille] That's not your closet, Nicole.

Either put it on or take it upstairs where it belongs.

Police officer told us what you were in that car doing.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Let me get this straight.

I spent the night in jail

'cause Meech gave me a stolen car...

...but I'm in trouble for having sex?

Meech don't live here. You do.

And you're too damn young to be screwing around.

You getting real high and mighty, Mama.

Them fancy new church robes is getting to your head, isn't it?

I'm an adult,

and I don't need your permission to drive or have sex.

And besides, when you were my age, you were on what,

baby number one or two?

-Hold on! -You can't tell me shit!

-Go upstairs, Nicole! -Yeah, you better go upstairs,

'cause I'm about to kill your ass!

Hey, hey, listen.

[door slams]

You've got all the grace in the world

for your church family, huh?

Well, how about extending some of that goodwill

to your own flesh and blood?

Get off me, Charles.

You hear me, don't you?

[soft music plays]

[children playing in distance]

-[knock on door] -[Hardy] Hey, Bryant! Open up!

-[knock on door] -Bryant!

So, what?

House visits protocol after beating somebody ass?

[Hardy] Look, man, I ain't come here for all that, alright?

I came to talk.

So you gonna let me in or what?

[suspenseful music plays]

Now, look, I know my guy Kang

can be a little uh, aggressive at times.

He's probably on some short-guy syndrome or some shit like that.

I don't care, as long as it helps me catch Meech.

You know what, I do know that motherfucker, man.

About six months ago, we pulled him over.

We impounded his vans,

we searched 'em, but we didn't find shit inside.

Yeah, 'cause he on some next level.

Somehow, Meech always skates by.

You know what? I got intel from a friend

over at air traffic control at the Fulton County Airport.

Now, we've been tracking planes from AFI Air.

It's a company that we got from a C.I.

that lets us know that these guys are very, very major

in the trafficking game.

Now, tomorrow they got a flight coming in

from Colombia via Miami.

You did say that Meech had a Colombia connect, right?

Right.

Look, it could be something,

or it could be nothing.

Or it could be something that helps the both of us.

Since you seem to know a lot about pieces of shit like him

that's tied to crime, I say we work together.

Keep these motherfuckers off the streets.

If we do that, we all win.

-We all set with Loco. -It's a bet.

What's up with ol' girl at the car place, dude?

Shorty held us down,

but she thinks your boy Bryant coming back

with a warrant for them sales records.

Records ain't gonna come back to us, right?

Hell nah. I use an alias.

But listen.

We need to know exactly

what your little sis told the one-time, alright?

So that way, we're all on the same page.

[Meech] Nikki, are you alright?

I'm okay.

Listen, Nik, I promise

I'm gonna make this up to you, okay?

No, thanks. You done enough.

I know you held it down, okay?

But I need the name of that concert promoter.

What you mean?

I'm sure people have been asking you for the name

of the promoter who gave you those concert tickets.

Michael Smith is the name of the promoter.

Bet. Michael Smith.

Thank you, Nikki.

Fuck you, Demetrius.

[receiver slams]

[door closes]

Hey, beautiful.

-Terry, how'd you get in here? -Come on.

I bought you this house, remember?

What's so important at this hour?

So, I met with your boy Issac.

He's locked in.

Told you he was legit.

And I told him to be reporting to you from now on.

-You for real? -Yeah, I'm for real.

You got good instincts.

Thank you, Tee.

I'ma kill it.

Hey, no question.

And thanks for stopping by.

Hey, Tee.

Knock next time.

[chuckles softly]

[door opens, closes]

[soft music plays]

[sighs]

[exhales sharply]

[jet engines roaring]

[suspenseful music plays]

You full yet?

I'll tell you when I am.

If I feel like it.

That's the tail number.

Okay.

Alright. Listen up.

As soon as that door opens,

we take these motherfuckers down.

Actually, no. Running in hot ain't the play.

That approach has cost many a man.

Now, they only move with one face at the head - Meech.

-See him, then we move. -Oh, yeah?

And we know how you move, which is shitty.

So we go how I say.

Besides, there's no guarantee

this Meech guy's even gonna show up.

I'm here for what's in the plane.

Okay.

Okay. In position.

Get ready.

On my count.

Three...

two...

one.

Let's roll!

[tires squealing]

[suspenseful music plays]

[tires squealing]

Let's go!

-Policia! -[shouting indistinctly]

Get your fucking hands up! Now! Now!

Put your hands up! Put your fucking hands up!

[all shouting]

Hey! Everybody calm down!

-Calm down! -Get down on the ground!

-Don't move! -[all shouting]

Everybody, calm down!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[gunfire]

Ugh!

Everybody stop shooting! Stop shooting!

-[Hardy] Shit, Kang! [gasping]

Twolips, check the plane!

Fuck!

I got an officer down!

I repeat! Officer down!

Officer down!

Hey, check the motherfucking Colombians, man.

Kang! Shit!

-Hurry the fuck up! -[Kang coughing, gasping]

Come on, Kang. Stay with me.

-[coughing] -[Hardy] Kang!

Kang! Kang!

Shit!

Hurry up! Officer down!

Plane's empty. No keys in sight.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

It's just a phone.

Fuck.

What the fuck is going on?

[officer] We thought they were reaching for guns.

[Twolips] What the fuck is going on here?!

[Hardy] Officer down! I repeat! Officer down!

[police radio chatter]

[jet engines roar in distance]

[Duffy] Mm. Called that shit.

See, Black-ass Baldzilla was always running surveillance

on my ass back in the D,

so I gave him a taste of his own little medicine.

Look, and now he's stepping in the booth

with the same Alphabet Boys that hemmed me up.

And I bet I know which song they singing, too.

You see, motherfuckers got way too close.

But ever since we sniffed they ass out,

now we can stay one step ahead.

I heard that.

-Hey, question, though. -What up, doe?

If that plane's the bootleg,

where the fuck did Loco send the real deal?

Alright, now, T.J.

You go play where I can see you, alright?

Me and Meech's first memories are in the sandbox.

Y'all wouldn't even let me play with y'all.

Look how the tables have turned.

I ain't no snitch, and that's a fact.

That was Bryant doing his thing.

Why the hell would you think after all this time,

you could just show up and talk to me and Meech?

I want back in.

Nigga, you got some fucking nerve.

It ain't for me. It's for her.

Okay? I wanna earn.

That's why you smoked Lamar?

To get back in our good graces?

Nigga, I said I wanted to talk to y'all.

Okay, when I seen Lamar,

I wasn't gonna let him hurt my family.

Yo, you ain't a part of this family anymore.

You understand me?

That's for her.

Tee, I'm good.

Like I said, I- I wanna earn mine if you let me.

[R&B music plays]

[DJ] Now it's time to shake that booty to your girl Purdy!

? You're the one, you're the one ?

? You're the one for me, you're the one ?

Man, that shit a banger right there.

Hell, yeah.

Hey, that girl Purdy over there?

Who, dude in the suit?

Nah. I'm talkin' about shawty with the broke-down dress.

Shit, she ain't being treated like no artist to me.

Sho ain't.

? To dance close to you all night ?

Hey, how you doing? My name is Meech.

I came to congratulate you on that track.

It's nice.

Thanks. Yeah, I'm proud of it.

Even though my mama ain't.

She said it goes against the Bible.

[chuckles] Oh, yeah. That's crazy.

You see, I know how them Christian mamas can get.

Listen, why they got you drinking that cheap-ass shit?

Um, Trell keeps the good shit for himself.

He produced my album.

Oh, yeah?

No disrespect, but what the hell they got you wearing?

Uh, Trell said it's all the record label could afford

right now.

Listen, this is your album release party, okay?

And we don't drink no cheap shit over here.

So we're sending that back to his cheap ass. Try this.

Oh, that's- that's gonna piss Trell off.

Trell pissed me off already.

Just try it.

? It's our life ?

? Let's live it our way ?

? Come on and get up ?

? Put your arms around my waist ?

Mm!

[music fading]

[slow R&B music plays]

? Dope love ?

? Dope love ?

? The love I have for you is strong ?

? Dope love ?

? Girl, your body's sun-kissed perfection ?

I brought some candy for us.

? Look into my eyes, can you see the future, babe? ?

Lucky, you know I don't play with my nose.

[music continues]

What the fuck is that?

Blue Dolphin.

It'll make your dick last all night.

Hell naw, baby. I don't need that.

There's enough of Big Meech to go around.

[Lucky] Come on, baby.

It ain't nothing to be afraid of.

Come on. Just take it.

Open wide.

[Ice Cube's "Check Yo Self" plays]

[older Meech] You got to keep an open mind and shit

in order to grow.

? So come on and chickity-check yo' self ?

? Before you wreck yo' self ?

And if you allow yourself

to live in the moment...

...it can open all kind of new doors for you.

[J-Pusha] I guess when it's hot in the A, it snow in the Lou.

This some slick work.

Funny thing.

Only reason this bounty is here is because one-time

looking at Meech, but they ain't looking at me.

Way I see it, if we move all this ourselves,

what the plug need with Meech?

? You better check yo' self before your wreck yo' self ?

? 'Cause I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth ?

? Droppin' bombs on your moms, fuck car alarms ?

? Doing foul crime, I'm that nigga with your Alpine ?

? Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know ?

? And friends know we got that indo ?

[older Meech] But some doors, you don't wanna open.

[door slams]

? Head-butt ya, you say you can't touch this ?

? And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker ?

? Here to let you know, boy, oh, boy ?

? I make dough, but don't call me Doughboy ?

? This ain't no fucking motion picture ?

? A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit' ya, and hit ya ?

? Taking that 'yac to the neck, so you better run a check ?

? So come on and chickity-check yo' self ?

? Before you wreck yo' self ?

? Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self, boy! ?

? Check yo' self before you wreck yo' self ?

? 'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health ?

? Chickity-check ?

? Yeah ?

? Chickity-check ?

? Tricks want to step to Cube and then they get played ?

? 'Cause they bitch-made, pulling out a switchblade ?

? That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, ho ?

? AK-47 assault rifle ?

? Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow! ?

-? Got a new style ? -Watch out now.

? I hate motherfuckers claiming that they folding bank ?

? But steady talking shit in the holding tank ?

? First you wanna step to me ?

? Now your ass screaming for the deputy ?

? They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row ?

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