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♪ I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar That’s what I need ♪

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♪ Dollar, a dollar That’s what I need ♪

♪ Said I need a dollar Dollar ♪

♪ A dollar That’s what I need ♪

♪ And if I share with you My story ♪

♪ Would you share Your dollar with me? ♪

♪ Well, I don’t know if I’m walking on solid ground ♪

♪ And all I want Is for someone ♪

♪ A dollar That’s what I need ♪

♪ And if I share with you My story ♪

♪ Would you share Your dollar with me? ♪

After I copped a plea, they told me Club Fed is full,

so they would be sending me to medium security: Otisville.

Either of you guys want an espresso maker?

- I’ll have it. - I’ll take it.

Sorry, boychick, I forgot that Cam is hooking me up.

Did you talk to Rene about sitting down with me?

I thought you were kidding about that.

What do you wanna talk to Rene for?

Because I’m freaked the fuck out.

They have gangs in medium security.

I have to talk to Rene about protection.

I’ll hook it up with Rene.

You’ll be good. He knows people inside.

Thank you.

Hey, want me to hold on to this for you?

No, I don’t. That’s my bubbe’s.

Excuse me.

Where’s-- where’s Debbie?

She called in sick today.

Did she say what was going on?

Nah. We didn’t get into it.

Yeah. Hey, Steve! How you doing?

- Are you a drug dealer, Rene? - What?

What? Wait, wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I can’t be in business with drug dealers.

Why? You on parole too?

I’m a recovering addict.

Oh, you see, bro,

that’s a beautiful thing right there, man.

I’m really happy for you.

Keep doing it.

Yeah, what is this rumor

about Rasta Monsta being a front for weed spray?

Well, who’s saying these rumors, man?

Some shakedown artist?

You know, I resent these kind of implications.

All right, well, I’m going to have to do a little research

- and I’ll get back to you. - Fine.

You do that. Do whatever you gotta do.

I got nothing to hide.

All right, good,

because I’m ready to place that order for all 32 stores.

What?

I’m taking my top five skaters across the country.

I want to bring Rasta Monsta with me.

That is, if you’re not a drug front.

I’m not a drug front, Steve.

So let me just get this straight.

- Okay. - You pitched me a story.

- Yeah. - I said no.

And then you went ahead and wrote it anyway.

I know, and I understand your confusion on that.

I’m sorry, my confusion?

Yeah. When you hired me, you know, you made it very clear

that you were excited to see what I was going to bring

- to the "Biscuit" brand. - Absolutely. I said that.

And you were like, "Rachel, you’re hip. We need hip."

- Said it. Meant it. - And I was talking to you

about how I was going to, like,

veer away from the strictly mommy stuff, you know,

like, how to get your kid to love kale

and how to pick the perfect tongs.

Oh, you know, I have to say, we got a lot of letters

about that tongs piece.

Our readers found it helpful.

You put that piece out there,

and then you’re all of a sudden

putting this tremendous pressure on your readers

to conform to this thing that is unattainable.

You know, then you’re opening and reading these magazines,

and you’re feeling this wave of anxiety.

Hmm.

You know what, Rach?

I’m not sure this is gonna work out.

But, Robin, rest assured I am going to nail it when I--

when I do the-- the catering piece on the edibles.

Noshables. Don’t bother.

But I do need you to go see Karen Bender in Legal.

Oh, okay.

She’s gonna tell you that you’re fired.

Cute shoes. She’s down on three.

You sure this is the right address?

Yeah, he said third floor.

That’s very nice. I like it.

Welcome. Come on in.

So, what do you guys think?

I might lease the whole building.

- Really? - Yeah.

If I can get this idiot landlord to come down on the price

and rewire the electric.

Fifteen years in the country, no English. Watch.

Pathetic.

Anyway, you know me.

I’m all about potential.

Definitely has potential.

Cool. I’m glad you guys like it. So big day.

Looks good.

Wait, is this Japanese cotton?

Yeah, it’s close enough. So we have some good news.

I spoke to my friend Keith who owns Braeden’s.

- They love our hoodie. - Braeden’s?

Huge mid-Atlantic sportswear chain.

They are thinking of ordering and, if they do,

twice the size of Gadzooks.

What?

See how important it is to have strong partners?

And, in the spirit of partnership,

I had a sick idea last night

that I wanted to pitch you.

- Okay. - Okay. Hold on.

- Is it ready? - Yes.

Okay, come on.

Crisp by Yosi.

What do you think?

See, I was just fooling around with the artwork.

Huh? It will need your magic touch, Ben.

Once we drill down on the logo,

we can sell two million of these worldwide easily.

License me Crisp for five years.

I’ll give you 12% license fee, which is generous,

and teach you the business.

Wait, slow down. What?

Let me run this thing.

I’ll put you in here, build you each an office.

You’ll make the designs.

Cam will learn sales.

You’ll work for me.

We’ll kill it.

Yosi, are you fucking with us?

Work for you? "Crisp by Yosi"?

That’s not what we discussed.

For all that I’m about to do for you two,

seems only fair, huh?

All right, so is this like a deal-breaker for you?

It’s a deal-breaker for me.

"Crisp by Yosi." Is he kidding? Hell fucking no.

This is why we have a rep, to deal with this bullshit.

You mean Yosi’s wife? Excuse me.

Exactly.

So you know he’s going to listen to her.

I’m not working for that guy.

I get it. Nancy is gonna have to fix it.

No question.

You really trust her.

Yeah, I do.

I’m going to go talk to Rene for Kappo.

Hey, don’t worry, all right? We’re going to figure out.

Nancy will talk him out of it.

Stop stressing.

Don’t bullshit, because we know where you live.

- We know where you at. - A’ight.

Good news.

Whiteboy Chi Chi, he doesn’t know anything

about the Rasta Monsta weed spray.

Since when do you trust Whiteboy Chi Chi?

He’s a fucking thief, that guy.

Exactly. If anyone was seeing any action with a weed spray,

that lowlife would’ve robbed him already.

What are you, fucking Matlock now?

Yo, take me to my grandmother’s house,

then I want you to go uptown,

talk to Sisto, see what you can find out,

what he knows, all right?

Eddie, I can’t risk this.

Hi.

I’m sorry I kept you waiting.

Okay. So Yosi, he’s out of his mind.

we need to find a new manufacturer immediately.

Okay.

You got that kind of money for production?

And what are we supposed to tell Christen and Kirsten?

They really insisted.

Well, did he tell you about Crisp by Yosi?

Yeah. You don’t like the name?

Are you kidding me? You do?

Yeah. I mean, I got to admit, sounds like a big brand to me.

Does he know about us?

Is this like some sort of revenge thing going on here?

- No. - Just tell me.

Oh, my God, Ben, are you crazy?

No, Yosi is completely oblivious.

I could fuck you right there in front of him

and he still wouldn’t notice, believe me.

Okay, then why is he doing this?

Maybe because he’s been a behind-the-scenes guy

his entire life,

and now that he’s turning 50

he wants just a little recognition.

- Can you blame him? - Off our ideas? Yeah, I can.

He is really fucking good at what he does.

You want my two cents for whatever it’s worth?

License Crisp to Yosi.

Do you have our back?

Listen, I know, this feels really weird right now.

Yeah.

But as soon as those checks start coming in,

you’re going to feel a lot differently.

- Trust me. - It’s not about the money.

Yeah? Well, it should be. This is a business.

Ben, do you know how many new brands

I see crash and burn every day?

You are being handed the keys to the kingdom.

Don’t you think that comes at a price?

Listen, it’s your choice.

Just don’t overthink it.

And don’t let Cam push you around on this.

What?

I just want you to think about what you really want.

I gotta go.

- Really? - Really.

You look so fucking cute when you’re all stressed out.

Okay.

How quiet do you think we could be?

I’ve got ten minutes.

You are so fucking bad.

You love it. I’ve never done this before.

Never?

Look, I appreciate all your time on this,

but don’t tell your mom to, like, run out

and buy the new issue of "Biscuit",

because the article is not running, so here it is.

Sorry.

What else can you do except grab your balls

and hope the world accepts you for who you are, right?

I mean, I can’t do that, but, yeah.

I got an idea that might actually make you feel better.

I’m not getting another tattoo.

No. No tattoos.

Mushrooms de magica,

grown right here in a pile of shit in my backyard.

Whaddya say?

Let’s ride the snake to the lake.

Holy shit.

What? What’s the matter? What’s wrong?

It’s Crisp.

What is Crisp?

It’s my friend Ben’s company.

Taking over the fucking world.

I’m so fucking proud of that dude.

Oh, my God.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, God, do you know about the mole people

who live beneath the city?

It’s, like, straight Narnia down there, man.

- Careful. - They live in darkness.

Hey, you know what we should do?

Wait, don’t.

Let me try to read your mind.

We should shvitz.

Did you just say that out loud,

- or did I just read your mind?

- That’s so good! - Okay, follow me.

Okay.

It’ll take five minutes out of your day.

Kappo’s a good dude.

I gotta help him.

He’s gonna get killed in there.

He should have thought about that before insider trading.

Hola, mijo. You hungry?

Sí.

I made spaghetti.

You like spaghetti.

I gotta ask you a very serious question.

You ever see this before?

What’s this? Rasta Monsta perfume?

Huh? You made perfume, Rene?

No, no, no! Ma, no.

Mm, that’s no good.

Changing my blouse.

- Take a shower, abuela. - I smell like a skunk.

It’s not perfume, dumbass.

It’s liquid marijuana.

Some puto out there is using my copyrighted label

to sell that shit.

What, there’s drugs in there?

There’s these Jamaicans telling me

they’re selling that out there in the street, man.

So is there something maybe you wanna tell me

- that I don’t know? - What? No, nothing.

You know what would happen

if the police suspected drugs associated with my business?

There’s no telling what they would dig up on me.

Or you.

See, Petra, because you’re from Germany,

you’d be like a Doberman.

Sleek, smart, with a propensity to kill.

I mean, you’re both fucking foxes, so what am I--

We gotta talk now.

Excuse me.

How did those little bottles end up on the streets?

Man, it was brand loyalty. Not my fault.

I mean, those kids were fiending for Rasta Monsta minis.

As soon as I changed the name to Smoka-Cola,

- nobody wanted the shit. - Rene knows about them.

Oh, shit. Seriously?

I mean, look, man, I know we spoke about it.

Not for nothing, but I thought he would be amused by it.

Kind of like an homage.

Homage?

You don’t get it.

How many did you make?

To be honest?

Enough to get the entire N.Y.U. class of 2012 stoned.

For a month.

Fuck.

This is awesome, right?

Just breathe. Just feel it.

Sweat out all impurities.

Heat feels really good, right?

No, it feels like I’m cooking.

I’m like--

I’m like a lady sausage boiling.

What the fuck is up, Tim?

Hey, Heathe.

What’s up? You--

- You remember Rachel, right? - Why are you with her?

- Hey. - You said she was done writing her article,

so you can’t tell me this is research.

Heather, it’s Rachel. It’s so good to see you again.

She just came by to drop off the article.

- That’s why we came here. - I just dropped it off.

We didn’t have anywhere else to go.

Well, whatever this is, it’s inappropriate.

You’re right. I mean, if you were with my boyfriend,

like, ’shrooming half-naked at a shvitz, like,

- that would be crazy. - You guys are ’shrooming?

- What? - Yeah.

- Ow! Ow! Why? Why? - Use your words.

Get off me, freak.

Heather, come on. Fucking wait. I fucking love you, all right?

She’s just some girl I felt sorry for.

Can I get some ketchup?

Come on, I got some frites.

How’d it go?

Okay, so I talked to Nancy.

She thinks we should do the licensing deal.

Of course she does.

I don’t trust either one of them.

I say it’s time to part ways with Mr. and Mrs. Shady.

Okay, that’s fine. We can end things with Yosi.

But just know that if we do that,

the Gadzooks deal goes away and we got nothing.

Why? They want Crisp hoodies.

They don’t want Crisp by Yosi hoodies, right?

Maybe, but--

All right, how are we going to deliver without Yosi?

We don’t have any manufacturing relationships.

We don’t have investors. We don’t even have time.

- I might know an investor. - Who?

Let me do what I do.

I don’t wanna know.

Listen, you call Christen and Kirsten

And let them know we might need a little extension.

Holy shit.

It’s a shame Rene is making us get this shit off the streets.

The streets of New York, yeah,

But he didn’t say anything about New England.

You remember my boy Andre Vippolis?

Yeah. Philly dude, right?

Yes. Now he’s up at UMass.

28-year-old freshman,

and the biggest stoner you’ll ever meet.

But listen,

he told me Damian Marley’s performing this weekend.

So Andre will buy all the sprays.

Look, man, I don’t know about trafficking that shit

across state lines.

I mean, you can get hard time for that.

And a nigga like me is just too pretty for prison, so...

Come on, come on, man.

Easy money,

and a college road trip rolled into one.

And I know how you like those sorority girls.

All right.

Damn it, I’m in.

That’s what’s up.

And, listen, I’m gonna need to borrow your half of the profits

to manufacture Crisp hoodies, okay?

Cool.

Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

Don’t play with the soup, huh?

- No, I was ladling it. - You have to pay first.

Sorry.

- Here. - $3.22.

Wait, this isn’t--

Fuck. Fuck.

I left my--

I left my bag at the thing.

Three dollar, twenty-two cent.

Okay, yeah.

Take a penny.

Can you just, like, spot me on this?

Like, I’m like-- I’ll totally come back tomorrow.

- I’ll give you, like, double. - No!

Please, because, listen, I smashed my head--

No. You spending the money on the drugs,

and you want me to give you food for free?

No, me come back tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah. Get out. I call the police, 30 seconds.

This is, like, what’s wrong with the community in New York.

I mean, what’s wrong with me that I don’t deserve this soup?

For like what, because I don’t have three dollars?

I’m sorry, man, but fuck this soup and fuck you.

- Like, fuck you. - No, fuck you.

- No, fuck you. - You goddamn.

- I said "fuck you" first. - You fuck!

No, you fuck!

To be honest with you,

I never even saw it coming.

Next thing I know, the guy shanks me.

Blood all over the place.

And, my man, that does not tickle.

For real.

And this-- this shanking

was completely unprovoked?

Yeah.

This young guy, you know,

he was trying to prove himself.

But I had it taken care of, right, Ed?

You sure did. Got his ass.

Let me ask you something.

You used to fight a lot when you was a kid?

- Not so much, Rene, no. - Ah, don’t worry about it.

You’re gonna be more popular than I was when you in there.

They’re going to like you a whole lot.

Whole lot.

Oy.

A whole lot.

Boss, tell me you didn’t just see what I saw.

What?

What is that?

It’s the Rasta Monsta.

Where’d you get this from?

I got that from Domingo. It’s all right.

Who the fuck is Domingo?

Cam’s partner, Domingo.

Cam’s partner?

Mm-hmm.

Cam’s fucking partner!

Okay.

Let’s go. Let’s go!

I can’t get ahold of Kirsten or Christen.

Would you like to leave a message?

Yeah yeah, Can you just tell him that Ben from...

- ...Ben from Crisp called? - Crisp? Cool.

We’re excited about your hoodies.

I think you’re going to do really well.

Yeah? Thanks.

- I’ll let them know. - All right.

- Wilfredo. - What’s the deal, Ben?

- What’s up, man? What are you doing? - How you been?

- You got a photo shoot? - Yeah, man.

It’s a skateboard mag. We’re doing a profile thing.

- That’s cool. How is it going? - I’m straight, man.

You know, I’m alive, back with my meds.

I’m skating for Rasta Monsta now.

- Yeah, no, I heard. Congrats. - Thank you.

- How’s that going? - It ain’t the dopest skate team in the world,

but at least I can afford to take chick out for some burgers,

maybe even a little milkshake if she’s lucky.

- I hear you. - Wilfredo!

Wait up, dude.

Man, I got a second chance at life.

I’m not gonna fuck it up this time.

I’ll see you around. I’m in the ’hood.

- Yeah, stay up. - No doubt.

Fucking, Mikey.

Delivery.

Somebody order a beatdown?

- Check the kitchen, man. - You got it.

Only Cam would have a fucking Viking stove in the projects.

It’s looking at me funny.

What? The stove?

Kill it.

Boss, he ain’t back there.

Where the fuck is he?

♪ I got you stuck Off the realness ♪

♪ We be the infamous You heard of us ♪

♪ Official Queensbridge murderers ♪

Best knishes in New York.

- You know it. - Save me some.

Got you, got you.

Ready to make this money?

Sorority girls!

Yes!

- Whoa!

Oh, shit.

Look at you, racially profiling.

What is he doing?

Yo, man, look at my bumper.

You need to learn how to drive, homey.

- Me? You hit us! - What the fuck are you doing?

Ask my man.

You want your weed spray back?

Tell your boss come see the East Flatbush Caribbean League

before we see the police.

Now put this shit in the trunk.

Now.

What the fuck?

How are you feeling?

Came by your job today.

- Be honest with me, Rene. - Mm-hmm.

Are you an asshole?

I’m not an asshole.

Can I count on you, Rene?

Debbie, we gone over this.

Do you love me?

Because I’m always very clear with you about my feelings,

but you never really communicate with me.

Come on, Debbie. You don’t feel it?

I love you.

Papi, I do feel it.

And I’m pregnant.

What?

I was late.

I’m never late.

I went to see Dr. Riff this morning,

and he said he heard a strong heartbeat.

You serious?

Yeah.

And you sure that it’s mi--

I will smack you dead in the face

if you ruin this joyous moment with your ignorant question.

No, baby.

It’s a beautiful thing.

You really think so?

Hell yeah.

Yeah. Come here, baby.

Come here. Mmm, yeah.

Hey.

What happened?

I didn’t get the money.

You okay?

Yeah, don’t worry about that.

Hey, listen, man,

so I was thinking, right?

The money we can make from Crisp by Yosi,

we just start our own brand.

Crisp is our own brand.

Yeah, but what is Crisp really?

I’m not working for Yosi.

I don’t trust him.

Well, then tell me what to do, because we’re out of options.

Is Nancy putting you up to this?

Nobody’s putting me up to anything.

This is business, okay?

Do you want half of something or all of nothing?

I can’t work for somebody else, Ben.

That’s not why we started this.

- That wasn’t the plan. - Yeah, well, the plans change.

I guess you can take the boy out of Barneys,

but you can’t take Barneys out of the boy.

What does that even mean?

There’re two kinds of people in the world, all right?

Employees and employers. And guess which one you are.

I’m the one who’s almost 30, broke, with no health insurance.

Bro, join the fucking club.

But I’m not going to let Yosi or anyone get over on us

because of it.

Look, we make this deal,

that is the start of something very significant for us.

Ben, I know.

I’m out in the streets trying to make it happen.

Yeah, how’s that working out for you?

- Don’t be a dick. - Don’t be a fucking idiot.

I know it’s not exactly what we planned.

But I’m telling you, we would be so fucking stupid

to pass this up.

Do whatever you wanna do with Yosi and Nancy.

Just don’t call it Crisp.

And go fuck yourself with that attitude.

Yeah, okay.

- Hello? - Hey, Ben, it’s Christen.

- And Kirsten! - Hey, guys.

Sorry we’re calling back so late.

We’re in San Diego for A.S.R.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

You’re not calling about delivery issues, are you?

- No. - Because we hate delivery issues.

- Yeah. - Everything’s great.

Just-- just checking in.

Awesome. Love it.

Yeah, everything’s rolling along here.

Nancy was kind of brilliant

putting you guys together with Yosi, huh?

Putting us together?

Nancy is a fucking matchmaker.

Too bad she can never get me laid when I come to town.

Wait, I thought Yosi came from you guys.

No!

All we care about is the sweatshirts get in on time.

I mean, to be honest, Yosi’s kind of a rock star,

but he’s not the easiest person to work with.

Okay, is that it, sweetie?

We have to get going to Benihana

with these hottie Australian surfers.

- Awesome. - Bye, Ben!

- Bye, guys. - San Diego!

♪ Sooner or later ♪

- -

♪ I bet you would’ve Paid up ♪

- -

♪ You couldn’t See her leaving ♪

- -

- -

♪ I bet you would’ve Paid up ♪