All language subtitles for +Trouble.Man.2025

What?

Yo Jax.

Get the fuck up.

I'm about to help you get paid bro.

Well, you remember Ms. Jordan?

Well, she asked me to talk to you.

Remember that daughter Lisa?

Well she wound up marrying a doctor.

Some cat named Myers.

Well, the doctor's been knocking her around man.

And Ms. Jordan promised she'd holler at you

about checkin' his 'lil ass.

I know you don't like fucking with domestic drama

and all that bro,

but I know how you don't much like bullies either.

You get his little ass pregnant,

that's worth about Two G's right there.

Ms. Jordan just has $500.

But yeah, I'm gonna kick in another $1500.

Doc's supposed to be some little bitty mother fucker.

Just scare his 'lil punk ass, man.

That should do the trick.

Little bitty mother fucker...

Question mark.

I'm gonna fuck you up Ree Ree.

Exclamation point.

Got you, man.

I got you, brother.

Another one. Come on.

Push that shit.

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

All you, all you, brother.

There it is.

Thanks for the spot.

Bob Myers, I ain't ever seen you right before.

You a new trainer?

Tell me something.

At your size, was it hard to become a surgeon?

Cuz I'd imagine the instruments

wouldn't fit in your hand properly.

You're not here to work out, are you?

I come to you this morning in reference

to a personal matter that has not become

a matter of business to me.

This matter is of an instance of

spousal abuse committed by you, doctor.

upon one Lisa Myers, your wife.

Now, I assure you Mrs. Myers knows nothing of this meeting

and has had no part in hiring my services.

I'm working on behalf of concerned individuals

whose sole purpose is to bring a cease to this matter.

In other words,

that hitting your wife shit's gotta stop.

What are you, a cop?

Private detective?

Lawyer?

I'm Jaxen, and my message is simple, never hit her again.

And who the hell do you think you are, nigger?

What do you want me to say?

I'm sorry, I'll never hit her again.

You will before you leave this room.

Call me that word again and you won't be able to.

I can't believe this shit.

First of all, you don't even know what she did.

You don't come into my gym and chastise me about my wife.

You better get the fuck out of here while you still can.

You're gonna be sorry you ever stuck your nose in my business.

Sit your ass down.

I don't know who raised you, but I don't care what she said.

Or what she did.

There's no reason to put your hands on a woman.

But a motherfucker as big as you?

That's some real punk ass shit.

I bet you probably were a big deal wherever you grew up.

Huh?

You just missed out on some essential

character building ass-whoopings,

that's all.

Now I give you my word, I'm not gonna tell anybody about this.

Violence was not my aim, nor was it to humiliate you.

Man, we got to be better than this, man.

I mean, this black on black violence has to stop.

I'm not talking about me.

Here's a suggestion.

Here's what you do.

You make a grip, so buy her some

jewelry, a nice dress, a dozen roses,

but promise to get therapy, and take her on a nice vacation.

If she asks you why you look so fucked up,

just tell her that you took an MMA class

at the gym, and the other guy looks worse.

Aight?

What are you supposed to say?

I'm sorry.

I'll never do it again.

My man.

Okay, cut.

All right, it ain't gonna get no better than that.

That's all I got.

Take five.

Yo, baby.

What?

Baby girl, baby girl.

That was all right.

But you singing that shit,

but you damn sure not feeling that shit.

I'm tired.

You know what I'm saying?

You too damn young to be that damn lazy.

You nobody lazy, Unc.

We've been in here since 6 o'clock last night.

It's 7 o'clock in the morning, and I am through.

If you can't find nothing out of all that shit that we cut,

then why don't you go sing it then?

I'm not trying to stress you.

You know what I'm saying?

But if you keep singing that old ass sound and weak ass shit,

and it flops, you're gonna look

at me crazier than a motherfucker,

and you know it.

Unc, I know you mean well, but

when I'm in there singing my ass off,

and you telling me that I'm singing with no feeling,

you think that's gonna make me sing better?

No.

I'm trying to put my foot in your behind

and get you where you need to be.

Unc, I love you.

I'm going to bed.

I love you.

I love you too.

Take your little ass home, get some rest,

but you better be back here on time tomorrow

to do what you need to do.

Hey, babe.

I know you're probably still asleep.

I'm about to knock out.

I hit you around two.

Love you.

Goodnight.

Damn, Eddie, you've really fallen off.

You usually open a car door for me when I come in.

You must be more tired than I am.

Sorry, Ms. Jahari.

Eddie's out sick.

I'm Roger.

You're in good hands.

We need two more up front.

We've got Crossy coming with five VIPs.

Yeah, yeah.

Hello, Big Will.

How you feeling?

I'm fine, good.

All right, all right, Captain.

Boom.

Boom, get your ass out of here.

Now, I warned you about that drug shit, okay?

Now you're banned.

Don't come back to the club.

Look, if you wasn't Pookie's brother,

I'd have you arrested.

Now get out.

You too, big man.

I ain't going anywhere, motherfucker.

Bro.

Relax.

And leave.

Nigga, you got to put me out.

Gage.

Yes, boss.

I need you to come to the men's room

and take Boom and his boy from off the floor

and get their asses out.

Copy.

Gage.

Now don't hurt nobody.

Just take them out gently.

You copy?

Copy.

Damn.

Hey, man, you look like new money.

Come on in office, let me tighten you up.

I ought to tighten you up.

You could have told me the doctor was a big,

The Rock-looking motherfucker.

That shit was funny though, wasn't it?

Yeah, hilarious.

You know, Big Stevie's mom passed.

Ah, send my condolences.

Yeah.

And give this back to Ms. Jordan.

You should be ashamed of yourself

taking that woman's money.

I'm not ashamed, but when am I going to get my money back?

What?

What?

What?

Okay, now.

I'm seriously regretting my life decisions.

How could I have let you get away,

and how could you be more beautiful?

Jax, it's so good to see you.

What have you been up to these days?

Well, this is it.

I'm heading security here.

I started doing it after I left the PD.

Sit down.

I'm surprised to see you were here.

I didn't think clubs were your thing.

Oh, they're not.

But times change.

I'm actually here checking out this band

for a potential gig I might want to book them for.

I'm doing event planning now.

By yourself?

Sometimes.

But you do know I know how to handle myself.

What?

I'm sitting here trying to figure out

how and why did we lose touch.

Funny.

I was thinking the same thing.

A hell of a jump.

Going from the morgue to throwing parties.

Yeah, too much death, not enough life.

But I'm so glad I left because I'm really enjoying it.

I'm making good money, meeting interesting people.

It's a lot of good opportunity for me.

How does your man feel about you

being out all hours of the night?

Well, while I am an independent sister, if I had a man,

I wouldn't be out with you at one in the morning.

If he was confident about what he has,

then he wouldn't sweat it.

Okay, so you're saying you'd have absolutely no problem

if I was out with a handsome brother

such as yourself if you were my man?

If I was your man, you wouldn't want for anything, so yeah.

But it probably wouldn't happen.

So where's your office?

I’m in the Calico Arts building.

Huh? Know it well.

It's right around the corner from my place.

You live over there?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

I didn't know security jobs pay like that.

They don't.

I do odd jobs for people, and one cat

chose to pay me with the crib instead of cash.

And what kind of odd jobs do you do

that pay you in real estate?

Well, it's not like I'm a hit man or anything.

I just...

I just help people out of tight situations.

And I guess some situations are tighter than others.

Mm-hmm.

I thought you'd be a lawyer by now.

Yeah, me too.

But turns out I didn't want to live like that.

I could probably be doing a little bit better

than I am now,

but I do get to sleep at night.

And I know a lot of cops and lawyers who don't.

But enough about me.

We still haven't figured out why we didn't make us happen.

That's easy.

Me, starting my own business.

You, a cop in law school.

Not exactly the best setting for

something to jump off romantically.

What about this? This is romantic.

It's late.

The lights are low.

Look, I ain't gonna lie to you, Jax.

I've always liked you.

And it is really, really good to see you.

But you know I won't do one night stands.

So look, you have my number.

Why don't you give me a call when you have some free time?

And maybe we can hang.

How about now?

This is my place.

And this is nice.

I love your artwork.

Wish I could take credit for it, but it came with a place.

I guess this is what odd jobs get you, huh?

Yeah.

No way.

What? Wait, wait.

I never taught you up to that level.

Well, you weren't the only Wing Chun teacher in Atlanta.

And I definitely wasn't one of those silly girls

who was trying to get with the hot instructor.

When we moved on, I kept training.

Oh it's like that. Okay, all right.

Challenge accepted.

Thank you.

Oh no, I'll be right back.

Uh-oh.

You need to get dressed.

You're coming with us.

Come with you where?

Holland needs to talk to you, right now.

He forgot how to use a fucking phone?

Listen, that last thing you pulled with him,

he prefer to do business like this.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Ain't no hey, hey, I gotta gun.

Listen, listen, put the fucking gun down.

- I'm not putting this gun down. - Hey, look, could you--

I'm not looking at, get your shit on, let's go.

I don't like guns, okay?

Don't get shot by one then.

Could you please put the fucking gun down?

No, I wanna shoot you.

You need to calm your ass down and shut the fuck up.

Man, first, I don't like guns.

I don't give a fuck what you like.

Second, what sense does it make?

We gonna go all the way downtown

with a big ass gun in my face.

Man, shut your fucking mouth.

It's broad daylight.

Shut your fucking mouth, come on.

Are you that stupid?

- I got the fucking gun. - Yes, you do.

- I'm doing the talking. - I see you have your gun.

- Yes. - But do you have brains?

I'm gonna shoot your ass.

What fucking sense does it make

to go all the way downtown with a fucking gun in my face?

You gonna find out. - You gotta put it down sometime.

Never.

Right, you gotta drive the fucking car, right?

You gotta put it down to drive the car,

put the gun away.

- I'm not stupid. - Man, you are stupid.

You make me shoot your ass.

You can't shoot me.

I wanted to shoot you in 1985.

Make me shoot your ass.

What we gonna do, go all the way downtown?

Bro, you ain't gonna tell me what you do.

With a big ass gun in my fucking face.

You gotta put the motherfucker down at some point.

No, no, I really don't.

You want me to get dressed, right?

Get dressed, let's go.

Okay, how do I get dressed?

Are you gonna go with me to the bedroom

with a big ass fucking gun in my face?

You eventually have to put the gun down anyway, right?

Why don't you just put it down now and let me get dressed?

Am I making sense, right?

You're stupid, motherfucker.

I don't need this shit.

Shit.

Willis, I'm sending two guys down

who tripped over themselves.

You mean them two, big niggas?

You know how I feel about that word, Willis.

And yes, them.

Sorry about that.

Well, when those two fools get downstairs,

make sure they don't come back up.

You ain't got to worry about that.

You know I keep my Roscoe on me.

What you talking about, Wil-?

What are you saying, Willis?

My military issued, 45 Colt.

There's no need for all of that, Willis.

Just make sure that you escort them out.

Just want to let you know I got your back.

Thank you.

Do you have an appointment, sir?

Yeah, your asshole boss made it this morning.

Sir, you can't go in there.

You brothers gonna have to reschedule your meeting.

I'm sorry Mr. Holland, I tried to stop him.

That's all right, Loni.

Please escort Loco out.

Loni will take care of you

while I deal with Action Jaxen here.

I'll catch up with you guys later

and we can close this deal.

Don't worry, Loni, just close the door behind you

and hold all my calls.

Will do.

What up, black man?

Yeah, fuck all that fake black man shit.

Two of your clowns came to see me

and my property got destroyed.

Why'd you send them two dumb motherfuckers to see me?

You know what, fuck all that.

Just replace my shit so I can get the fuck on.

I sent them dumb motherfuckers.

Cause I wanna hire you.

Well, you gotta fucked up way of hiring a brother.

Replace my shit, let's call it two grand.

Loni, go down to accounting and get $2,000.

Cash.

Tell the accountant to charge it

to the Loco's recording budget.

Already stealing from these guys

and you ain't even signed them yet.

Stay in your lane.

Gonna take her a minute to get the cash, so.

You may as well hear me out.

Two minutes?

In a nutshell, I need you to find Jahari.

To find her? Was she lost?

Well, you know she is our biggest selling act

and also my biggest source of aggravation.

She has a new album ready to drop

and she just disappeared.

Call the cops.

I can't do that.

I'm about to take the company public

and if people find out I can't handle

my main instrument of cash flow,

your offer will be dead before it gets off the ground.

Thank you.

I don't understand it.

There's a whole lot of other cats

you could hide for less money and less headache.

And besides, I don't like your ass no way.

Didn't you?

used to be her bodyguard?

What's with the air quotes, motherfucker?

Yeah, I was her bodyguard and nothing else.

Then who was the song about, huh?

Who?

Some other kung fu bodyguard she in love with.

Who?

Well, evidently.

And she don't wanna deal with your dumb ass no more.

But shit, I'm proud that you-

Oh, I know you don't wanna do this.

I had hoped I wouldn't have to tell you this

to get you to take the job.

She's using heroin again.

Goddamn it.

Man, that shit almost killed her the last time.

Last time she vanished,

we managed to keep it from the press.

She could be on a gutter,

a holdup somewhere getting high.

But I need her back here, clean,

and ready to promote this album.

That's all you care about, right?

The fucking album.

Drugs and singers are a way of life.

Jimi Hendrix, Billie Holiday,

and the list goes on and on.

I didn't get her hooked on drugs,

but I have to deal with it on my own.

Shit is fucked up and I can't have that.

So name your price.

I need her back here.

$50 grand.

$25 now.

$25 on delivery.

If you had all that in your safe,

why didn't you reimburse my property from there?

If I had reimbursed you from there,

you wouldn't have stayed to hear my offer.

$50 grand, kinda steep.

Glad to see you got a price,

just like everybody else.

I'm not gonna promise you a damn thing.

I'ma see what turns up.

Hey, Loni, is it?

Yes.

Loni, I'm so sorry I barged past you like that.

And if he gives you any flag for it,

just give me a call.

Please.

I was hired as a secretary.

I ain't security.

I'm wondering if you could do me a favor.

Look, I'm trying to find Jahari for ass-bucket in there

and I'm not certain he's telling me everything.

Oh, Mr. Jones, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no, no, it's not Mr. Jones, it's Jaxen.

And I'm not gonna ask you to do anything

that might get you into trouble.

Just if you hear or see anything that might help,

give me a call.

All right, I think I can do that.

Now make sure your name stays out of it, okay?

Okay.

All right, and?

I want you to take this and have a nice dinner with me.

Oh, I definitely can do that.

All right, talk to you soon.

Mm-hmm.

Holland here.

Am I on speaker?

No, I don't have you on speaker.

Yeah, listen, I understand your concern

and the circumstances created the outcome

that we are dealing with.

So let's move forward.

We know the offer is going public in this.

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck!

You two fine to be working and I can make that happen.

Okay.

Yeah, I can make that happen.

Hey, excuse us.

Oh, excuse me, hey man, this is my club.

Hey baby, I'll be right back.

What's going on?

Man, if God made anything else, He kept it for Himself.

Man, that girl was fine as hell.

You was cock-blocking, man.

I'm sitting there rapping with her.

I almost had her.

And here you come, outta nowhere.

Yeah, so Ree,

I'm gonna need to take some time off

T can hold things down while I'm gone.

Why, what's up?

Holland hired me to find your Jahari.

Man, why you keep fucking with this dude?

You know he ain't shit.

Yeah, yeah, I know, but the bag is good.

And look, he told me she's on that shit again.

Now, if she's out there a while

and I wanna make sure I get to her

before something else does.

Hey man, why you keep trying to be this girl's savior?

I'm not.

I just wanna make sure she's okay, that's all.

I hope that's all,

because I just signed papers promoting you

as Admiral, Save-A-Hoe.

Don't make me send that shit in.

We've been out of touch for years,

so I don't have any leads on where she might be now.

Well, you know what, last I knew

she was hanging with some cat named Money.

He's supposed to be some big baller or whatever,

but I don't know what his game is.

You know where I might find him?

They say he owns an after-hour called Moneymakers.

It's on Euclid, that's what I know.

Say on Euclid?

Shit.

I'll catch you later.

We had what I thought was a beautiful night together.

I sent you a very meaningful gift, I call you,

and you have the audacity to hang up on me.

I know we haven't seen each other in a long ass time,

but if this is how you operate, I'm good.

Fine, keep the flowers.

Oh, so that's how you get down, just walk away?

Yes, I am mad, Jax, but it doesn't mean

we can't talk about it.

I thought you were better than this.

I guess this really was a one night stand.

Oh, hell no, look, and you're right,

I am better than this.

It's just that some crazy shit jumped off after you left,

and when you called, I was in the middle

of dealing with it.

Look, this new job came up,

we're gonna have to chill for a minute.

I don't understand, what does a new job have to do with us?

I've been hired to find somebody,

and if it gets crazy, I don't want you anywhere near it.

Who the hell you gotta find?

It's not important.

If it's not important, then why can't you tell me?

Damn, is this how it's gonna be with you?

Well, Jax, don't give me that bullshit.

If you can't talk to me, then we are wasting our time.

Barnes Holland hired me to find this singer, Jahari.

Oh, the singer?

Jax, I didn't forget that you used to mess around with her.

No, I was just her bodyguard.

Come on, Jax, just be straight up with me.

Clearly that song she wrote was about you.

Gina, please, let's not make this something it's not.

My life isn't usually this fucked up.

Just let me get this job done,

and we can pick up where we left off, okay?

Fine.

Do what you gotta do, and I'll do the same.

But whether you realize it or not,

this dude right here is not the same man

I was with last night.

Excuse me, brothers.

Sorry to push up on you brothers like this,

but I need to have a word with Money.

How do you know me?

I didn't, until I said your name

and your guys looked right at you.

Look, you don't know me,

but I know something that went down

that you might be interested in.

So spill it.

Believe me, you don't want this said out in the open.

You sweep back at you, take him.

He's our future, bro.

Take him.

You know why I dig these flicks, man?

Motherfuckers took no shit from nobody.

The white man, brothers, bitches, nobody.

I respect that ideology.

They'd go down in flames for what they believed

if it came to that.

I live by that shit.

So what's up?

What you want my old lady, bro?

Not me.

It's her record company.

They hired me to find her, well...

they feel like she's missing.

Cigar?

No thank you.

Damn.

Can't offer a brother nothing, huh?

Whatever.

Look, she told me a couple of weeks ago

that she was going on a DL,

said she sick of all that record company shit,

so you can go back to Holland's punk ass

and tell him she good.

When's the last time you seen her?

Couple of days ago.

Call her.

See if she answers.

All right.

If that'll close this up.

My boy said you was a cop.

Sent him up for a two year bid.

Used to be.

Now I'm sort of a fixer.

And I head security at Club Bank.

You that cat?

Yeah, I heard about you.

Kung fu and shit, right?

Why you fucking with a buster like Holland?

Long story.

What's your game anyway?

Nobody seems to have you figured out.

That's the way I like it.

No drugs, no hoes, other than that.

Anything goes.

What's this for?

We going to her crib.

It never take her this long to answer.

No thanks.

I don't like 'em.

You a strange motherfucker Jaxen.

Shit, I furnished this motherfucker.

Who could have done this shit?

Jahari!

Jahari!

Baby?

Jahari!

Baby?

Baby!

Jahari!

Baby, where you at?

Baby?

Jahari!

Motherfucker has got me fucked up.

That motherfuckers think they could just take my woman

and I ain't gonna do nothing.

Brother, de-escalate man.

You don't even know who took her yet.

Okay, what are you gonna do?

Start beating up people randomly till somebody talks?

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

What you expect me to do?

I'm supposed to just sit here like a bitch,

waiting for her to show up?

Hey look, hey remember Superfly?

Ron O'Neal was trying to get out of the drug game.

This ain't no fucking movie nigga.

You look, I ain't with that nigga shit.

Call me motherfucker if you must.

This ain't a movie motherfucker.

Thank you.

Point is, Superfly didn't just break out.

He had a plan.

We have to have a plan, Money.

All right, Blackbelt Jones, what's the plan?

Give me till the weekend, all right?

Without you blowing shit up.

If I don't find her, do what you gotta do.

The weekend?

That's a long ass fucking time for me

to just sit on my hands

for a motherfucker I don't even know.

Yeah, but you didn't even know she was gone

till I told you, right?

Look, trust me. It's what I do.

Jaxen.

Hey, hey, surprise.

Didn't realize you owned a tux.

Hey, is that Sebastian Cruz?

No, what are the odds, there'd be two brothers

wearing worsted wool from Italy.

How does it handle bloodstains?

What are you doing here?

You supposed to be looking for Jahari.

I am.

Went to her apartment and it was trashed.

Saw this invite

and figured something might show itself here.

Especially since I didn't get an invite myself.

That's simple.

I didn't want you here.

Hey, quit your bullshit.

This is about more than her being pissed about her career.

She probably tore her place up in a heroin induced tantrum.

That don't mean-

Oh, shit!

Just do your job.

Hey.

Damn, Loni, you are looking fine tonight.

Oh, well, thank you, Mr. Jones.

No, no, no, please.

Just call me Jax.

Okay, Jax.

I do not understand how in the hell your boss

could get a man of the year award.

Jax, just try to enjoy yourself.

I am, I am.

Like who's that lady that Holland's talking to

in the red dress?

Oh, that's Yuen Song.

She's spearheaded Mr. Holland getting this award.

Huh, why would she do that?

Well, she invested in the record company early

and had a lot to do with Mr. Holland

taking the company public.

She got deep pockets.

Hi, I am so pleased with the turnout.

Your attention to detail.

Matter of fact, I'm ready to discuss you

setting up my next three functions.

Oh, thank you.

I'm just so surprised that you would take

such a personal interest in something this small,

especially with everything you have on your plate.

It's all a matter of perspective, Gina.

This is a pleasant distraction from my day-to-day chaos

of my business.

Well, here comes my distraction.

Not a bad one?

How you doing?

Fine.

Yuen Song, this is Mr. Jones.

Damn, Mr. Jones?

Mr. Jones, pleased to meet you.

Me as well.

You here to celebrate with the guest of honor?

Not hardly.

The guest of honor hired me to do some work for him,

and that's why I'm here.

What kind of work would that be?

Well, Mr. Holland is having a little grief

with one of his artists,

and he'd like me to help straighten things out with her.

May I have heard of this artist?

Well, since you are an investor, her name is Jahari.

Excuse me, I'm gonna go check on catering.

Jahari, I've met her once, but that was it.

And how will you straighten things out

between she and Holland?

Well, that depends on the circumstances.

If you'll excuse me, I have a few guests

I have to attend to.

Good luck, Mr. Jones.

I have no doubt you'll get even more than you're looking for.

Well, it usually turns out that way.

Oh, excuse me, Ms.-

Song.

Uh, sorry fellas, I only dance with ladies.

My apologies, Mr. Jones.

Fang and Lung are my longtime bodyguards,

and they can be a bit overprotective.

What was it that you wanted?

I know you were instrumental in Holland getting this award.

I guess I was just wondering, why?

Holland's a good creative executive,

and it's a nice enough business.

It allows me to stretch my different muscles.

It's a pleasure speaking with you.

Perhaps I'll see you again.

I look forward to that.

Boys.

No worries, fellas.

Maybe we'll get together and kick it sometime.

Fang, Lung, now.

What was that about?

What was what about?

You know all that "I'm the man shit."

You know, it's good to see you.

Well, I was quite surprised.

Well, this is what I do,

and this is by far the biggest event I've had yet.

Congratulations.

Look, I don't wanna interrupt your flow,

so I'm gonna go, okay?

Jax, hold up.

Let's talk for a minute.

I'm very disappointed in you two.

Any attention I draw to myself is because I orchestrate it.

Your behavior with Mr. Jones was embarrassing.

Now compose yourselves, no more warnings.

Look, I've been in like five fights in the last two days.

Now that's what my life looks like right now,

and I can't have you up in that mix.

Wow.

Thank you.

I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate

you protecting me from all this adversity.

Because relationships only happen if shit is perfect,

right?

You see, you think I'm some weak little chick

who you gotta protect.

We could save that Tarzan shit for someone else,

and when you learn how to communicate,

give a sister a call.

Wow.

I think I figured it out.

Figured what out?

Why?

We never happened.

I don't know if we were on some good behavior shit,

but I never saw this side of you.

You were clearly not just that fine girl

from Berkeley with a pretty smile.

You are as ride-or-die as any man would ever wish for.

And if I had just invested the time back then,

maybe I would have found out.

Now that's on me.

Now I lost you one time,

and I'll be damned if I lose you again.

Hey Jaxen, tell me this your sister?

No Willis, this is my lady, Gina.

- Hi Willis. - How you doing?

- Nice to meet you. - Same here.

Now Willis use to- Get down!

What happened?

I think the bullet went in and out.

Ambulance is on the way.

You okay?

I just got shot, Jaxen.

How the fuck would I be okay?

Sorry, your gun wasn't much help Willis.

Damn, that gun is from World War II.

So were the bullets.

You ever clean this thing Willis?

Not really.

Come on man, why would the Dragons be coming after you?

Damon, like I've been telling you for the last 20 minutes,

I don't know who they are

or why they were shooting at us, okay?

Once I find out, I'll let you know.

Now let me go check on it, all right?

Hey.

I tried, man.

It doesn't look good. Hang in there, okay?

Take care.

How you doing?

I don't know, Jax.

I just don't know.

Yo.

Yo yourself, nigga.

I told you about that shit, Money.

Well, it doesn't mean the same thing nowadays.

You can dress that shit up however you want.

You know where it came from.

What'd you find out?

I'm working on it.

But I was throwing a curve this morning

that makes the picture a little clearer.

I'm getting closer though.

Closer?

Nah, see, you got to do better than closer, bruh.

Cause it's hard as hell sitting up here doing nothing

when my woman is just out there.

I mean, I know I gave you the weekend,

but this shit just ain't in my nature, Jaxen.

Hey, just chill.

I'm sure she's safe if what I'm thinking's right.

But in the meantime,

I need you to do me a big favor.

Dr. Meadow, 2-9-4-5.

Dr. Meadow, 2-9-4-5.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for the owner of this helmet.

Now this person's shot a woman I care for very much.

And before I leave here, I'm going to find out who did this.

Are you a cop?

No.

Listen, this man shot an innocent woman.

If there's a real man among you,

you won't condone that kind of shit.

Whose helmet is this?

Charlie Chan's motherfucker.

Now get the fuck out of here.

You come to tell me whose helmet this is?

My friend, you're right.

It disgraces me, he hurt a woman.

Forgive my insult.

I got your attention now?

Okay, let's try this again.

Whose helmet is this?

You, two seconds.

Uh, uh, uh.

Wrong answer.

All right, who's next?

Let's say you.

The helmet belongs to Jen Sun Lo.

He an independent hitman from Gwinnett Park.

He was admitted to Grady Hospital.

Taken by his partner.

I don't remember his name.

All right, his partner's name?

You!

Bruce Lee.

All right, what's his partner's name?

That's really his name.

I know like six guys named Bruce Lee.

It's common, like Will Smith or James Brown.

My bad.

Bruce and Jen Sun were renegades.

They were hired by some record company owner.

Holland?

Yes, Barnes Holland.

He wanted to make it look professional,

but those two are not too bright, you know?

Well, thank you for cooperating.

You've been a big help.

Man, you ain't dying.

Pellets, like paintball.

Only a hell of a lot bigger.

Hurts like a motherfucker, don't it?

Yo, when are we gonna see our money.

So what's this about?

Right now it's about having a gun to your head

and not knowing if I'm gonna pull the trigger.

You better tell me everything you know about Song,

Jahari, and everything you don't think I know

and hold the bullshit.

Swerve was in a financial tailspin.

I was leveraged out, essentially screwed.

Song gave me a high interest rate loan.

I thought I could make an above the board deal to buy.

She tightened the screws.

She kidnapped Jahari.

Gave me five days to take the offering public

and get her our cash or she would have Jahari killed.

And what good would that do?

It would be crazy demand for her music if she died.

You ever heard of Pop Smoke or Nipsey Hussle

before they died?

Then she would force me to give her Swerve to ease my debt.

Turn around and sell it for more money

than it has ever been worth.

I hired you,

because that way it wouldn't look like

I knew what her plan was.

She heard you were involved.

She wanted you out of the way.

She said she knew you were trouble.

She made me hire the hitman.

And I told her if they missed,

things would get ugly.

And here we are.

Jahari probably isn't even strung out, is she?

No.

I knew that would lock you in to finding her.

I can't believe you would let Jahari die.

Just to get up from under Song.

You probably don't even want her found.

You fuck around and let Gina get hurt behind your bullshit.

I realize this is hard for you to understand, Jaxen.

But I'm a businessman.

This was business.

This ain't business.

This is very personal.

You either talk,

or limp for the rest of your life.

Okay.

All right, what you got this time?

You sure you wanna know?

Oh no, that look.

You know what it is.

Damn Money, you beat me every single time.

Well I tried to tell you,

never gamble with a nigga named Money,

but you ain't listenin'. Come on, listen.

Hey.

Bruh.

Much appreciated.

I owed you already.

Sup.

Keep the change, shorty.

How you doin'?

Well, the doctor said it's only a flesh wound,

so I can go home in the morning.

I'll be fine,

but I see what you mean now about your lifestyle.

I am so sorry you got caught up in this,

but I'm about to close the books on this shit.

So you get some rest and I'll see you

when this is over, okay?

Yeah,

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I mean, I got shot, Jax, shot.

I think you might be wrong about me.

I might've been down to ride with you,

but I'm definitely not down to die.

Now I just don't know.

I guess I can understand that.

Hey.

You take care.

I stopped by your crib, picked up all that stuff you wanted.

Cool.

It's in the truck.

I didn't know they still made DVD players though.

You know they got streaming now, right?

Yeah, electronic leashes.

I don't do that social media shit neither.

But hey man, thanks for Gina.

Well, don't fuck it up, okay?

Now what's up with my woman?

Well, here's the deal.

I know where she is.

Well, if you know where she is,

why are we still standing here?

I have a plan that goes down tonight.

Get your car, I'll tell you the rest on the way.

Man, how many vehicles you got?

Not counting boats and motorcycles?

What?

No, look.

I only reached out to Jaxen

in case there was an investigation.

I didn't think he would get close

but when he showed up at the banquet,

I knew I had to get rid of him.

So you hired Chinese hit men

to make it look like the hit came from me.

No, no, no, no, I didn't hire miss-men.

I hired hit men.

How did I know he was gonna get away?

Oh, but he did.

And when were you gonna tell me

of Jaxen's visit with you today?

Look at me, I'm talking to you.

Huh?

I want you to tell me everything you told him

about my operation.

I didn't tell him anything.

Did that hurt?

And do you think I believe you?

Either way, I'll find out.

You are circling the drain, Holland.

You have 48 hours to settle what you owe me.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

To the warehouse.

Money, I think I found her.

And there's only one man guarding Jahari now.

Looks like Heckle and Jekyll are back.

Shit, I got two bullets

for each one of them bitches right here.

Nah, now at ease that shit.

We gonna bring them out to us.

Just get your guys ready.

So we gonna zip line onto the rooftop from here?

Fuck I look like, Tom Cruise, nah.

We gonna walk down the stairs,

cross the street and go up the fire escape.

See, that's gonna take forever.

You got a 550 para-cord, right?

Yeah.

Check this out.

I got a hook, carabiners, and a modified Bravo company,

BCG-AXTS Raptor from a fucking 300 blackout AR.

We're looking at a four foot pitch,

at roughly 40 meters.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Mm-hmm.

What the hell did you do before you did

whatever the hell you do now?

I was in a boy band.

Oh, you good?

Yeah, nice rigging job, bro.

My fault?

Yeah.

Gas is dropped.

Yes, there's a reported gas leak in this area

the building next door,

reported three Barkays per square foot.

I'm gonna need you to evacuate this building.

I'm gonna need to get in here.

We're not going anywhere.

You guys can investigate, but only one.

One? it's gonna take two hours to oppose the 10 minutes.

Now if the confunction of the Barkays

reached mass production, you may not live long.

My man.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I have to go to the bathroom.

I'm telling you I'm gonna be in here for a long time.

Get off me.

What's with all the firepower?

Mind your business.

Scan the place, fellas.

You know what to do.

Look, there's a total Bar-Kay concert

going on up there right now.

I need to get in there and investigate.

Forget it.

This is about public health.

If I can't run a check, then the new power generation

will shut you down immediately.

Let me get Colonel Abrams.

Just give us five minutes, okay?

Just five minutes.

Give him five minutes.

Oh shit.

Looks like she got his ass.

And must have run downstairs.

Let's go, let's go.

You take this elevator down,

I'll stay and secure this floor.

Hey man, I don't know what's going on,

but look, this is Pendergrass.

He was upstairs cutting the gas off.

Look, it's less Barkays already, look.

Check it out.

All right, fellas, I guess I'ma open up this wall

so we can get the main source to the valve.

All I know is if you don't get that motherfucking

gun out of my fa--

Now that was fast.

That was fast as fuck right there, yeah.

You on point.

That was nice.

Lady J?

I knew you would come.

I knew you would come.

Now!

All right, where's Jahari?

Huh?

You got nothing to say? Well I'm gonna start shooting

motherfuckers in 5, 4, 3, 2...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Look it's a gas leak.

If you shoot that gun, we'll all go up.

That's bullshit.

You sure?

I'm gonna come back for you.

Just stay right here, okay?

Okay.

All right, just be tight.

Okay.

- No, no, no, no. - No, no, no, no.

Fuck that!

Jahari!

No!

Fuck!

I've been waiting a long time for this.

I ain't got no time for this shit.

I'm a Raiders of the Lost Ark, you ass.

Fuck around and find out.

You are such a disgrace.

It's really a shame the art has been wasted on your kind.

So I think it's fitting that you die

by your own dishonorable weapon, don't you think?

Goddamn that shit hurt.

Fuck.

It's fucking broken.

Mother f-

I'm damn sure she's safe.

Jax got her out, bro.

Come on, come on.

A private detective shot to death on my property.

A Grammy award-winning artist bound and burned to death.

How could you be so stupid?

There is a way out.

Yeah, yeah, that's good news.

Baby?

I knew you'd come.

Oh my God, I miss you so much.

I missed you too.

Let me look at you, you good?

Myron, what happened to your arm?

Myron?

Damn, what is it, payback man?

Look, it's probably a waste of time,

but I gotta tell you anyways, you really need to relax.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you right.

It's a waste of time.

Hey, listen Doc, are we straight?

Yeah, we're good.

All right.

Money, how's your boy Frankie doing?

Oh, man, he's straight.

He's straight, he had the Kevlar on,

just some bruise ribs, that's all.

Where's Ree Ree?

Oh, he back at the club.

Said he was meeting some piece there.

How you though?

I've been better, but I'm all right.

That's good, because when I run into Holland,

- I'm gonna put a whole- - Fuck Holland.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, there's no need.

Holland's done.

And once Song gets a hold of him.

Oh, so now she's gonna own me too.

Jahari, nobody owns you.

Holland got a paper that says otherwise.

Well, can't you get your lawyers to

draw up a release or something?

You don't think they tried?

Got a whole paper drawn up, signed it,

but he won't sign it.

He keeps it in his safe and pulls it out

to remind me that I belong to him.

Hey, I gotta stitch this up.

- You gotta come with me. - Be careful.

He's gotta come on, come on, come on, let's go.

You know, I'm pretty certain I can get into that safe

and get that release signed.

Consider it my present to you.

You saved my life once.

You trying to do it again?

Well, the first time it was a job.

Yeah, and I took it too far.

I was young, but my therapist hit me to that.

It's called transference, where the victim falls in love

with their rescuer. So I think it was that.

But he also told me about something else,

the savior complex, which you might need to know

a little bit about.

You know I could text you his info.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, text me that.

Your man, Money, at first I didn't know how to take him.

But let me tell you, you got yourself a really good cat.

Yeah.

He was about to tear up the whole city over you.

He risked his life tonight just to save you.

And it wasn't for a job.

Yeah, he's a good one.

What's up with you, Action Jaxen?

You got a boo?

You finally gonna settle down?

Well, I got myself a prospect.

Okay.

Matter of fact, I'm gonna check on her now.

All right, well don't forget what my therapist said.

You know.

Oh, ahh...

- Savior complex. - Savior complex.

Okay, okay.

All right.

Where's Gina Bowen?

The woman that was in this room, where'd she go?

She checked herself out about a half hour ago.

What, she was shot?

How could you let her leave?

What the fuck?

So what would it make her leave the hospital like that?

Don't make no damn sense.

Excuse me, about a half an hour ago,

a woman in 515 was discharged.

Do you know where she went?

Yes, Ms. Bowen.

She had me call a car for her going to Hanum Park.

Jesus Christ.

Swerve City Records.

Fang.

When he eventually breaks, get rid of him.

Same goes for Jaxen's woman when she gets here.

No loose ends.

This makes no sense.

Why would she be going to Swerve Records at this time of night?

She had no idea what she's getting herself into.

Really?

You're a car dealer?

No.

This is kinda nice.

Call Swerve City Records.

Swerve City Records?

Loni.

Don't say my name.

Who's there?

Oh my God.

Song came in with some rough looking Asian guys

and they went into Barnes office.

I think they're beating him.

Hey Loni, I'm on my way right now.

Now just make sure--

Someone's coming.

Hi, Gina Bowen, here for Ms. Song.

Oh sure, Ms. Bowen, Go right on in.

Loni, pick up the phone!

Loni, stop Gina.

She can't go in there.

Ms. Bowen, you have a call from your office?

It's an emergency, something about an NAACP event.

Loni, no matter what you do,

get out of there as soon as you can.

Yes sir, be sure to.

Here she is.

Hello?

Gina, don't say my name.

I'm a coworker, okay?

Now this is a matter of life and death.

Get out of there right now.

I'm not sure what you mean, sir.

Gina?

Those are the people who shot you.

That's silly.

I mean, that price is silly.

Gina, Gina, Gina.

Think about it.

Song called you at the hospital, right?

How did she know you were there?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, yeah, yeah.

That's fine.

Mm?

Yeah, close the deal.

Okay, thank you.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Where's the ladies' room?

It's just around the corner, first door on the left.

Okay.

Come on in when you finish, Gina.

Will do.

How many extra clips you got?

I thought you didn't like guns?

I don't like condoms either, but I ain't stupid.

Remember when Superfly didn't just break out?

He had a plan.

We have to have a plan, Money.

Fuck you, Myron.

Wow, that's what we doing?

I see how it is now.

Uh-huh, when it's your woman,

it's a different story, right?

Yin.

Grab that bitch out of the restroom.

Don't forget the secretary.

She's gone.

You take the stairs, I'll take the elevator.

How'd that work out for you the last time?

Funny guy.

The only difference is, I brought

Tommy with me this time.

Who the hell is Tommy?

Oh shit.

What the fuck are you doing?

Somebody tell me what the fuck is going on out there?

Oh boy.

Hmm.

Earlier you said,

the martial art was wasted on my kind.

Little history lesson for you fellas.

The first complete martial arts was discovered in Africa,

2500 bc.

In 527 A.D. Bodhi Dharma, aka Da Mo, aka the Black Monk,

introduced the 18 hands of the Lo Han to the Shaolin Temple.

Thus introducing martial arts to China.

Now I know you've seen the depictions

of Da Mo all over China.

Let me ask you something.

Does he look like you?

Or does he look like me?

Impressive.

Where's Gina?

You expect me to just hand her over to you?

What kind of fool do you take me for?

I don't want you.

My beef was with Holland and Heckle and Jekyll over there.

And I'm supposed to trust that you won't come after me.

Bitch, you could go.

You tell me where Gina is and I will drop you off

at international departures.

Yeah, not that simple.

It is that simple.

Look, Jahari is alive, right?

The police will just label everything gang related.

You can go back to your crazy rich Asian shit

and I can go back to my damn life.

I guess I'm just not the trusting type.

It's a pity.

I do find you quite intriguing and sexy

under other circumstances, well.

It is a shame it has to end this way.

You know I was thinking the same thing.

What a waste.

Gotcha Loni, got you.

Were you trying to flirt with that bitch?

What bitch?

That bitch.

She said, "I find you intriguing, even sexy."

And you said you were thinking the same thing.

So were you trying to get with her?

I think you sure took take care of that part.

No, I was talking about the trying to kill each other part.

Let's go.

Come on.

Gina's gonna help you get your stuff

and then you're gonna leave, okay?

Everything's gonna be all right.

You take her. I'll be right back.

Your bag.

Okay.

Money, is Holland dead?

Depends on what you mean by dead.

As in, if he's dead,

he can't very well sign Jahari's release.

Okay, funny you should say that

because this was his official final act

as head of Swerve City Records.

That and signing the company over to me.

I always wanted my own record label.

Fuck around, get OutKast back together.

Oh shit, we gotta go.

Why?

Trust me, just take my words for it.

We gotta go.

Loni.

- Hey. - Hey.

You good?

I'm good.

Well alright.

Jax, come here.

Holland's in the securities office.

Cover our tracks.

I was thinking about remodeling anyway.

You know, give Loni her own office.

She more than earned it.

That's what's up.

Yeah.

Oh...

You want me to drive?

Get them home.

Cause you and Gina making babies tonight.

You laughing, but girl talk.

That's you right there, big Homie.

Yeah, you might be right.

Let's go.

Nah.

Mm-mm.

Feel like walking the night,

interacting with nature, you dig?

Keep the whip.

Small price for getting me my lady back.

Plus,

I don't think Holland's gonna make good

on the rest of your payment.

It's all good.

I think I got something better.

Yeah.

Oh.

If you ever get into any other fly shit like this,

call the nig--

Call a brother.

You know you can't do shit without Money.

Come on, man.

Make the world go round.

Let's go.

You ready to take this ride?

Absolutely.

Mm.

Let's go.