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There's a bright golden
haze On the meadow

There's a bright golden
haze On the meadow

The corn is As high
as an elephant's eye

And it looks like it's
climbing Clear up to the sky

Oh, what a beautiful morning

Oh, what a beautiful day

I got a beautiful feeling

Everything's going my way

All the cattle Are
standing like statues

They don't turn their heads
As they see me ride by

But a little brown maverick

Is winking her eye

Oh, what a beautiful morning

Oh, what a beautiful day

I got a beautiful feeling

Everything's going my way

All the sounds of the
earth Are like music

The breeze is so busy
It don't miss a tree

And an old weeping
willer Is laughing at me

Oh, what a beautiful morning

Oh, what a beautiful day

I got a beautiful feeling

Everything's going my way

Oh, what a beautiful day

Yeah. Yeah, Gabe. No,
no, no, no, no, no.

It's not a risk. It's a rebirth.

Look, the biggest
mistake I ever made

was selling off parts of
Stackin' Hits in the first place.

Yeah.

Yeah, it all came to me last night.
The-The money, the buyout, the vote.

It's-It's not the ending. It's an
opportunity for a new beginning.

When God gives you an opportunity for
a new beginning, you gotta take it.

You don't tell God,
"No. " You just...

You take it and
you-you make it work.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Right. Whatever needs to be in
there. You're the smart guy.

That's why I pay you 5%. Whatever needs
to be in there, you put it in there.

I'll have Paul pick
it up within an hour.

That's correct. Yes, yes.

That's it. That's it,
that's it. All right.

Good. Good. Good.
Good, good, good.

It is a beautiful day.

Ah, there she is.

- Good morning, Mr. King.
- Great morning.

- Ah, are you leaving already?
- I can wait.

I got an early meeting,
but it can wait.

- I have somewhere to be too, you know.
- What's the occasion?

I've got this Studio Museum
in Harlem board luncheon.

- Oh, right.
- I'm gonna pledge the same

- half a million dollars we did last year.
- Now, can we wait on that?

David, you know I'm
chairperson of the board.

Well, how about a
smaller check for now?

What is up?

Nothin'. We just need to keep things
tight and right for right now.

- "Right now"? That sounds wrong to me.
- Okay.

We've always supported
young, Black artists.

I'm positive our sister, Thelma,

will, you know, give us a grace
period, let us circle back.

- You're right.
- Yeah, if we need to.

We're good. We're
good. We're good.

"Good, good, good," until when?

Until after you've
sold Stackin' Hits?

- Trey, we gotta go!
- I'm coming.

Your mother's giving me
the third degree over here.

- Couldn't find my headband.
- Yeah, you should've really forgot it.

What'd I tell you about
wearing 'em colors in my house?

You know, that's the...
I can't even say it.

- Boston Celtics?
- This team like... Celtics!

I'm out.

Hurry up.

- I'm comin'.
- Gotta go.

Mwah. Mwah.

- Love you.
- I love you more.

Play hard. Play smart.

You like to gamble?

- Do I gamble? No.
- You gamble?

I bet you can't turn that
phone off for five minutes.

- How much you paying?
- How much you got?

Not enough to bet with you.

How many hours a
day you on that?

- Uh, I don't know.
- Okay, take a guess.

Approximate. You
know, uh, ballpark.

Ballpark, I'll probably
say five hours.

All right. Five hours on the
phone, ten hours sleeping,

three hours eating...

...and two minutes
with your girl.

You don't think that's
a little excessive?

- Five hours?
- I gotta get more followers.

To have followers, you gotta be
leadin'. Where you leadin' 'em to?

I'm just askin'.
Where you leadin'?

- To the promised land. Mm-hmm.
- Oh, yeah? Wow.

You a preacher now? You leadin'
'em to the promised land?

Wait, what scriptures you give 'em?
"Thou shalt not listen to bad music"?

Just do what your father
said. Turn it off, son.

This ain't the promised land.
We on Earth. Turn it off.

- I have to... I have to turn...
- Turn the phone off. David said so.

Or I will strike thee down
with a vengeance, and...

Aw, he mad now. He mad.

- My baby mad. Yeah, he grown mad.
- Come on, man.

Did you get a chance
to listen to Sula yet?

- Sula who?
- Now, come on, Dad.

She's the shorty that I put on your
need-to-know, need-to-listen playlist.

Now, come on.

So, the girls DM you to
get me to listen to them?

It's one of the perks. What
can I say? Got it like that.

- You got it like that, huh?
- Uh-huh.

So, what is she
like, this, uh, Sula?

Uh, she-she's
great. She can sing.

She writes her own songs.

Um, kinda look like a more
"light-skinned-ed" Zendaya.

A "light-skinned-ed" Zendaya?

I need you to
listen to her soon,

'cause I'm supposed to
hook up this weekend.

- You mean, like, "hook up" hook up?
- Nah, not "hook up" hook up.

Just hook up, like a
legit business meeting.

You want me to listen to
her because she can sing,

or do you want me to listen
to her because you like her?

- Yeah, both.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Well, I'll listen to her.
Soon as I come up for air.

"We slow, we blow.
We snooze, we lose. "

That's how we lost the last
artist, and those are your words.

Just give me something I
could tell her. Just anything.

I'll listen...

when I come up for air.

Dad, you know, Stackin' Hits
Records is my legacy too.

This week will be
about your talent,

your attitude, and your skill.

Most important
being your attitude.

Do not bring the wrong
attitude into this gym.

- Coach Fox runs a tight ship.
- Yeah, too tight.

Nah. That's the way it is.
That's the way it should be.

- There go Mr. King. Gonna get that.
- All right.

- Good morning, David.
- What'd you say?

- Uh, good morning, Mr. King.
- Good morning, lil Kyle.

- Yes.
- Okay. Yeah, okay.

- What's poppin', man?
- Yo, what's going on, man?

- Hello there, Mr. King.
- Yes, sir.

- Is that my headband?
- Yeah. You left it in my closet.

- I just took it.
- Uh, okay, okay.

- All right. How you been?
- I'm good.

- All right. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
- Excited for another summer camp session.

See if we can get Trey and Kyle here to
pass to someone other than each other.

- Good luck with that.
- Where do I put my... my gear?

Bags by the bleachers,
but no phones this year.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you. Jewelry too.

We gonna work on your handles,
not your TikTok highlight reels.

Put this in the lock box. You'll
get it at the end of the day.

You hanging around, right?

I gotta get to the office.
Something important came up.

Paul is gonna pick me up.

I promise, I promise
I'll be here tomorrow.

You told me last night
you were gonna come.

Tomorrow. That's a promise.

I'll put this in the lock box.

- They lock yours too?
- Obviously.

- All right, love you, Dad.
- Love you more.

- You got two fine young men there.
- Yes, I do. Godson and son.

- Purple and gold.
- You almost got me to say it.

- Orange and blue, right?
- Ah! Come on.

Hey, we got 17, y'all got two!

Green's my color,
you know what I mean?

- Where you going?
- How many you got of the 17?

I got three. That's
better than two, though.

You got me.

You got me by 15. All right.

Hey! What are y'all doing?
Get on the baseline!

Both of you, let's go.
What do you think this is?

- Sorry, Coach.
- You think this is a circus?

- No, sir.
- Trey, Kyle, down back, down back.

Go!

You got Jordans on.
What would Michael say?

- Who's Michael?
- Who is Michael?

Faster, let's go! Faster!

King.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- My fault. Traffic.

Let me run in real quick
and say goodbye to Kyle.

That's all right, we'll
see him when we get back.

Damn!

This, uh... this is
everything he gave me.

He said all the statements are in order,
and the formal offer's at the very back.

- Everything there?
- Yeah. It's just strange

seeing your whole life reduced
to a series of numbers.

I over stand.

NYSID #12022001K.
That was me upstate.

I like your numbers better.

What else did Gabe say?

He said, uh, "David is officially
the craziest client I ever had"

- for trying to pull this off. "
- Yeah? What you think?

- My name is Bennett, and I'm not in it.
- No, no.

- My name is Paul, and I can't call.
- Come on now.

You're the mogul, I drive the vehicle.
I'm just the man next to the man.

And your sister's name is
Ruth, right? So tell the truth.

On the serious tip, what
you think? Seriously.

Listen, you either build
or destroy, beloved.

I think you gotta be a little
crazy sometimes in this world

to get what you want.

Appreciate you, bruh.

New mixes or mood music?

- I need a theme.
- Theme music.

- Theme music.
- Theme.

- You again? We not doing this today.
- It's all right, Luther. You again?

- Sixty seconds.
- Quick 60. Go ahead. Go.

Have you heard
the good word?

Oh, I'm free as a bird

Oh, I have what it takes

You can make no mistake

When you fell bigger beasts
I'm the choir who sings

I'm the best of the kingdom

And you are the king

The keeper of brothers
The parter of seas

You just need a
miracle Made out of me

If one minute's all
that I get of your time

To you I will
dedicate every line

If this is my last
chance I humbly beseech

His highness King David
Sir David the King

David, David, sir.

This Marisol Cepeda. She's a young
lady from the Boogie Down Bronx.

- It's a dream come true to meet you.
- My pleasure.

I grew up on your
work with Mariah.

She sings like her and raps
too, sir. She's a double threat.

Good, good. What part
of the Bronx you from?

Fordham and Davidson.

- There you go. I hope to see you again.
- Yeah.

- I hope so too, Mr. King.
- You can call me David.

- You ain't gotta call me Mr. King.
- I hope so, David.

Okay, I like that. It's
okay to be nervous.

It's all right. I like her.

- I'ma hold you to that promise.
- Okay, I bet you will.

I got another meeting.
It was nice to meet you.

- Morning, Julie.
- Good morning to you, Mr. King.

- David.
- Hey.

Got your text about
this new singer Sula.

Yeah, yeah. My son says
she's the next big thing.

- You gonna bring her in for a meeting?
- When I get the time.

By the time you get the time, Stray Dog
Enterprises will have bought us out.

Watch me.

Uh... I know what you gonna
say before you say it.

"They're more than
just a water business. "

They're not only
a water business.

They're a holding company.
A foreign conglomerate.

Do they care about the
brand, Stackin' Hits Records?

Do they care about the legacy?

If they didn't care,
why's a deal on the table?

The minute they buy us out,

they'll drop all the new artists
we've been trying to develop.

They'll pimp out our entire catalog
for tampons and Viagra commercials.

They'll squeeze every drop of Black
culture and artistic integrity

that I spent the last 25 years
of my life trying to build.

And I'm not even talking about
the... What do you call it?

The Al and the IA and the AEIOU.

Do they care about the music,
Patrick? About our music?

- Al's the future of music, David.
- Yeah?

Machines that compose music
with no soul, no heart.

- They wanna keep you on as an adviser.
- I bet they do.

- David, it's a lot of money.
- I know it's a lot of money.

- Do you? Really?
- Yes! Yes!

If we do this,

we both will walk away with
a very substantial sum.

There's more to life
than just making money.

There's integrity. There's
what you stand for.

There's what you
actually believe in.

I believe in the basic fact that it's
called the music business for a reason.

"Business" being the key word.

All money ain't
good money, Patrick.

I know what you gonna
do. You're gonna vote yes

when it comes down
to the vote, huh?

Yeah. In my opinion,
it's time to sell.

I agree. Sell it to me.

- What?
- Sell to me.

What is this?

That's, uh, a
financial document.

A prospective on
Stackin' Hits Records.

I had Gabe write up a formal offer
for me to buy out your shares.

- You wanna buy me out?
- Yeah.

Same deal you'd
get from Stray Dog.

And if I have your shares,
I can control the vote.

You understand the
company business.

- You talked to the rest of the board?
- No.

If you didn't wanna fill them in, why did
you sell five years ago to begin with?

At the time, I thought
it was a lucrative deal,

and it was an expensive
mistake. I'm sorry.

My company's been going
downhill ever since,

and-and I'm trying
to take back control.

And I'm trying to keep it
quiet because if I tell Alex,

they'll go across the street to
Stray Dog and get a better offer,

and you know I can't compete
with them at a bidding war.

- Patrick, say yes.
- No, no, David.

- No, no, no, no. It doesn't feel right.
- Say yes. Say yes.

It doesn't have to feel right. Right
depends upon your point of view,

and I-I came to you because I thought
we shared the same point of view.

I guess I was wrong.

Say yes.

Make the deal.

Say yes. Say yes.

Say yes.

Can you have the money
ready before the vote?

Yes, we can.

Thank you. Thank you, brother.

No, I got you, but you don't get me.
I said, if we liquidate the entire...

- Mr. King, you got a package.
- If we liquidate the entire account,

what does that leave us?

That's it?

All right, all right. All
right, pull the trigger.

- Pull the trigger.
- I'll be at my station.

- Okay. Pam, you here?
- I'm in the kitchen.

- What are you doing home?
- Ah! I got great news.

- Do tell.
- Buying back Stackin' Hits Records.

You're buying back
Stackin' Hits Records?

Just the controlling
interest for now.

- This way I'll be able to veto the sale.
- Wait a minute, you...

You said this whole deal
was a good move. That...

I mean, that you'd be slowing down.
That we'd be off this rat race.

That we'd be traveling more
once Trey went off to college.

- I changed my mind.
- When?

When I realized I was about
to abandon the very thing

that I took my entire
adult life trying to build.

Is this why you didn't want us to write
that check to the Studio Museum today?

That's why I married you, girl. And
I apologize for not telling you.

I didn't even know
for sure at that time.

I- I tried to convince
Patrick to vote against it,

but he just didn't
have the vision.

Where are we getting the money?

That's the tricky part. We'll
take a loan out on the penthouse,

and we can cash out on some of our
stocks and bonds and other investments.

- Maybe sell off the Sag Harbor...
- Take a loan out on our home?

You're gonna cash out
our stocks and bonds

for a record label that
barely breaks even.

It's called the
music business, baby.

In the music business, you're always
one hit away from being back on top,

and when I get controlling
interest of Stackin' Hits Records,

we'll be back on top again.
I can guarantee you that.

But maybe some things aren't meant
to go back to the way they were.

- Maybe they can't.
- What's that supposed to mean?

My darling...

it just means...

that maybe this
whole thing is a sign

that it's time to move on to
the next chapter of our lives.

Maybe I don't wanna move on.

It just feels like a risk.

For us.

Everything I've ever done,
accomplished in my life

was involving taking
risks. Even you.

You think it wasn't risky for me when
I saw you across the room at that party

and asked you if you wanted a drink?
You don't think that was a risk?

You had just won a Grammy.

It was your after-party and Quincy Jones
had just called you the future of music.

But I was still nervous.
You know why I was nervous?

That's because of how
beautiful you were.

You're still beautiful.

Come on.

- All right, answer me this.
- What?

Do you still love it?

- Hell yeah.
- I'm talking about the music, David.

Of course I love it.

You sure?

Because I remember when
we first started dating,

you would leave the
studio downtown,

you'd put your headphones on,

and you would walk all the way over
the Brooklyn Bridge to my apartment,

and I nearly broke up with you for it
because you made us late for everything,

but I would always forgive you

because you would
show up so excited.

I mean, oh, beaming over some new
artist or a band you discovered.

I mean, you don't
do that anymore.

And when you talk about
your work, it's...

It's always about how the
music business has changed,

or how the Internet has made it
hard to stay on top of what works,

but it is never ever
about the music.

And as your loving,
silent partner,

I will no longer be silent.

I will always be
loving and supportive,

but I will no longer be silent.

- Gonna answer that?
- Yeah. Oh, the phone?

- I thought you meant...
- We'll talk more about this later.

- All right. That's a promise.
- All right. Promise.

Yes.

Pam.

Somebody's got Trey.

- What do you mean somebody's got Trey?
- Somebody's got Trey.

They-They-They-They... I
think they kidnapped him.

- What do you mean?
- I don't know.

They-They said they'd call me back.
They said they want money. I...

Paul! Paul!

- They said they'd call back. Paul.
- What's the matter?

Somebody's just called and
said they've kidnapped Trey.

- What?
- See if you can get Kyle on the phone.

Shoot.

Hello?

- Yeah.
- Damn. Straight to voicemail.

David King, 30 Front Street.

Somebody's kidnapped
our-our son.

Yes. King. Trey
King. T-R-E... T-R...

Yes. All right.

Are you okay?

Hang on.

Coming. Coming.

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. King.
I'm Detective Dillon.

- Um, can I come in?
- Yes, please.

You're welcome to
set up in here.

If you need to use the table, you can,
just move the candelabras out of the way.

Maybe flowers to the
left of the fireplace.

- That's all?
- Yes. You can bring them in.

All right, come on in. We're gonna
set up over here in the dining room.

Trey's a great kid.

A young star.

Keeps his nose
clean. On his grind.

Always there for my son,
Kyle, since his mother passed.

My wife.

- What can I tell you? Uh...
- How about the truth?

Have we seen each
other before somewhere?

I don't know,
m- maybe at Junior's.

I like the cheesecake
over there.

Nah. That's not it.

Mr. and Mrs. King,
I'm Detective Bridges.

I'm with the Major Case squad.

I've been assigned to
investigate your son's abduction.

Now, Detective Higgins told me

that the kidnapper gave you
instructions on the phone?

Right, right. Said, uh...

- ... uh, $17.5 million in Swiss francs.
- Hmm.

Uh, unmarked 1,000...

Sorry, he said 1,000-franc
notes, and, uh...

- and he'd call us back tonight.
- Hmm. That's it?

- That's it. He hung up.
- They'll get it.

Whatever they want. As long
as we get Trey back unharmed.

- Absolutely. Absolutely.
- Right, David?

- Yes, and...
- I need my baby boy home.

- I certainly understand.
- Has anyone issued an Ebony Alert?

- Um...
- Yeah, Ebony Alerts, David.

They are a "system activated
on behalf of Black youth"

who are reported missing
under suspicious circumstances

or may have been abducted. "
It needs to happen.

Respectfully, Mrs. King, we are all
aware of the Ebony Alert System.

But, as of now, it's not
a law in New York State,

but rest assured, we take Trey's
abduction and all kidnappings seriously.

We will find your son.

I scanned the photo of Trey and sent
it to Special Investigation Division.

It's being forwarded to the Real
Time Crime Center for the Amber Alert

and also to be
distributed to patrol.

Now...

...often times,
kidnapping is done

by someone with an intimate
knowledge of the family.

I ask you this just to see if...

Y- You trying to say that maybe
somebody in our house did this?

Is that what you're
trying to say? I'm sorry.

- No.
- There's nobody here like that.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

I'm just trying to understand
the process of finding our son.

Yes, and we are trying to find
your son as quickly as possible.

- Thank you.
- We all want the same thing.

With all due respect,

I know a man of your stature is
not used to being told what to do,

but we need you to trust us.

And please, do as I say.

For Trey's sake.

Now, Mr. King, when
the kidnapper calls,

please remain calm.

I know you have a lot of emotion, but
it's important to keep your composure

on the call.

I understand.

- Personnel at LIU arena now.
- Hey, is Kyle there? My son.

- Mr. Christopher, please.
- It's just, I tried calling him...

Your boy's at the camp. There's a
lot going on over there right now.

You're starting to bother me. Let
me do my fucking job, all right?

He's a handsome young man.

He's kind too.

Have you noticed anything
different about him lately?

Anything that may cause concern?

Cause concern?

He's at an age where he may find
his way into the wrong crowds.

I remember how I was at 17.

No, he's a great son.

Trey is a smart young man.

No one is saying he's not.

Shit just got real.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

LIU personnel just found a green
headband outside the basketball arena.

What? That's Trey's.
That's Trey's, David.

Higgins, contact Real Time
Crime Center at 1 Police Plaza

and ascertain if there are any
stills or videos from the vicinity

- of the LIU basketball arena.
- Right.

Detective Bell, have all vehicles with
LPRs download their images right away.

Mr. and Mrs. King,

everything we see and recover is to
be considered leads or information

until we can put all the
pieces of this puzzle together.

- Can we... Can we...
- All right. Okay.

- Got you.
- Thank you. Come on.

I'll tell you what I know.

- We're listening.
- I had the kids running suicides...

- All right!
- ... and I saw Trey was limping.

There ain't no time
to be hurt. Let's go.

So I told him to sit
out, and ice his ankle.

- Stretch that out, stretch that out.
- Yeah.

- Did you see him after that?
- Officer, I got a hundred kids here.

I mean, he may have
snuck out before lunch.

- Fair enough.
- Is Trey okay?

As far as we know.

And Kyle's okay too?

We have no reason
to believe he's not.

Okay.

- Look, let me give you my number.
- Sure.

In the event you hear
anything, please let me know.

We're just gathering information
right now, Coach, all right?

Coach Fox, uh, I'm a huge fan.

Would you mind
also an autograph?

If it's not too much to ask.

- Yeah, sure thing, Officer Bolton.
- Bolton.

Officer McGillicuddy,
you want one?

- Nah, I'm good.
- Celtics fan.

Ah, yeah, that figures.

- Thank you. Enjoy your day, Coach.
- Thank you.

Please, let me know of anything.

- We'll keep you in the loop, Coach.
- All right.

Larry Bird.

Yeah.

And in breaking news,

NYPD sources confirmed
that Trey King,

the 17-year-old son of Stackin'
Hits Records founder, David King,

has been kidnapped.

You all know David King as
founder and the brainchild

behind Stackin' Hits Records's
decades-long dominance in the early 2000s.

Although not the
"King-maker" he once was,

David is still the
man with the plan,

known to be blessed with the
best ears in the business.

He has worked to guide and
develop over 50 Grammy winners.

The Bronx native has always been
known as a devoted family man

and philanthropist.

So the outpouring of love
and support is not a surprise

during this
unfortunate situation.

Let's all send our prayers

for the safe return of our
young brother, Trey King.

We through?

I don't know. Are we?

Detective, I'm gonna
go look for my son.

We don't think that'd be in the
best interest for everyone involved.

- "We"?
- Yes. We.

Are we his father?

You can't stop me from trying to
find my son. Am I under arrest?

- No. Should you be?
- Should you be?

Mr. Christopher, we know
your parole officer.

You don't want us
to make that call.

You got his number? I'm
off parole. Call him.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Give it a
rest, would you? Sit down.

Pretty please?

You give my dick a rest.

We are wondering why you
haven't heard from Kyle.

- "We"? Are you French?
- Oui, oui.

There's an enormous
outpouring of love...

Hang on. Who's that?

- It's Paul.
- Oh, come on in.

All vic...

Vultures.

Turning you and Pam's
private issue into a circus.

Come on, sit down.

It's the deal I made, Paul. I don't
mind complaining about it when, uh...

when we're popping that
Cristal, and... you know.

I made a call uptown.

And?

Just to see if the streets heard
anything, that's all. Can't hurt.

I understand.

- Don't do nothing stupid now.
- I'm cool like Herc.

You cool like who?

See that's why I love you,
boy. Man, I appreciate you.

You know that.

- Anything else you need from me?
- Not right now.

- It's nothing, King.
- I know.

After everything you've done for Kyle and
me, all the time I've spent with Trey,

this family, it's like
my own son is missing.

I'd do anything to get
him back, you understand?

- I over stand.
- David!

David! David!

- Yeah?
- David! Baby, baby, they found him!

They found him.

They found him and
they're bringing him home.

Oh, God, thank you.

- Thank you!
- Our young men are safe.

- Huh? Kool Herc.
- Mmm. Mmm.

- Kool Herc. I told you. I told you.
- Kool Herc.

I told you.

- I told you.
- Yeah, you did.

You did. You did, brother.

You sure did.

- Where is he?
- Kyle!

Where is he? Where
is my son? Trey!

Trey, my...

Trey! My baby!

My baby. My son.

Oh, my God! Thank
you, God. Thank you.

- Trey, where's Kyle?
- Baby, let me look at you.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, my God. Why?

- Where's my son? Where's Kyle?
- I'm so sorry.

- What's up? Trey?
- I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Mr. Christopher, there was a mix-up.

- Where's Kyle?
- There was a mix-up.

A mix-up? What are you
talking about? Where's my son?

- The kidnapper has him.
- King!

- Hold on!
- He grabbed Kyle by mistake.

Wait, no, no, no, no...

Trey said Kyle was wearing his
headband when they left the gym.

We think the kidnapper
got them confused.

Confused? Nah, nah, nah,
nah. Wait, wait, wait.

- Trey!
- Mr. Christopher...

- Get the fuck...
- What's going on?

- What's going on? Am I being detained?
- Back off. Back off.

- Am I being detained?
- No, you are not being detained!

- Name a statute!
- No, Mr. Christopher...

- Am I being detained?
- I ain't naming no goddamn statute!

No, Mr. Christopher,

- you are not being detained!
- Correct!

Let him go. Let him
go. Let his ass go.

Motherfuckers.

Kyle and I, uh, we hate those
lunches at the camp, so...

we snuck out to grab
something to eat.

I wanted pizza, he wanted his
chopped cheese at the bodega.

I said bet.

You know, "I'll grab my slice
and meet you back here. "

- So you split up?
- Yeah.

When I went back to
the bodega, I was...

I was waiting for
him for a while.

I went back in, I-I didn't
see him. He was gone.

Why didn't you tell somebody?

I thought he'd come back.

I mean, we didn't
have our phones, I...

- You-You waited 30 minutes?
- I-I didn't wanna leave him.

- I-I didn't know what to do.
- It's okay.

I didn't even know that any
of this was gonna be a thing.

- He's gonna be okay, right?
- Yeah.

- He's gonna be okay.
- Pam, maybe that's enough.

- I think it is too.
- Why don't we take a break?

Hold up. Trey, you
didn't see anything else?

- Paul, he said that's good for tonight.
- Finish up another time.

Mr. Christopher, we have
his initial statement.

- We can work off that.
- How? Where is my son?

- We are looking for your son.
- I need a minute.

- Come on, man. Come on, man.
- Hold on.

I swear on my wife's... I
swear on my wife's grave!

- Swear on my wife's grave!
- Yo!

Outta here, man.

How you feeling?

Truthfully.

I don't know.

That's fair.

If you need anything,
you call us, okay?

- I love you guys.
- All right, son.

Is Kyle gonna be okay?

Hope so.

But, like, if something
happens, we're...

we're gonna pay
the ransom. Right?

Well, there's a lot of good people
working very hard on this case

to make sure that
that doesn't happen.

But you...

Baby, you don't need to concern yourself
with any of that. You just rest up, okay?

I mean, if... if
we're his only chance.

Mr. and Mrs. King, come
on down! The phone!

Come on! Come... Come on down.

All right, it's still ringing. Okay,
get some chairs, get some chairs.

Okay, listen to me,
listen very carefully.

Keep him talking,
so speak slowly,

stay focused, engage
him in conversation.

He may slip up, give
us the break we need.

He need to know he
got the wrong kid.

Well, to the kidnappers,
this is strictly business.

They have something you want
and they want you to pay for it.

- Let him know, King.
- Mr. King, the phone, please.

Answer the phone, please.

Okay. Relax.

Hello.

King David. Now
ain't this something?

- Sorry?
- I got your full attention now, huh?

You finally listening to me.

- Yeah, I'm listening.
- Good.

- You know you got the wrong boy, right?
- Yeah, so I've heard.

And I also learned you
can never trust the help.

But luckily for me,

it was never about the boy,
it was always about you.

Well, fair enough,
but if it's about me,

then you can't expect
me to pay $17.5 million

for somebody else's
son if it's about me.

Well, then, his blood is
gonna be on your hands then.

- How you want it?
- Nah, man. Come on now.

Nigga, this ain't no fucking
negotiation. This a day of reckoning.

- You not God no more, nigga, I am!
- All right, listen.

God give you everything you want, right?
No, God give you everything you need.

So, the question is, what do
you need? How can I help you?

Ain't saying I'm God,
but I could help.

- Oh, you can help me? Nah.
- I can. I... Yeah, you ain't listening.

Nah. It's quiet.

- It's late for all that, bro.
- Listen to me.

You let him go, I'll make
sure you're set free.

Get the fuck outta here. Who
you think you talking to?

I can. I got it like that
in this town, baby boy.

I hit you off, you
can start over.

- You could start over.
- It's too late for all that.

- It's never too late. Aight, listen.
- And you know what?

Check this out, right? 17.5
million fucking dollars

in 1,000-Swiss-franc notes in
an old black Jordan backpack,

or this little nigga dead and stinking.
Try me if you think I'm playing.

Brother, it's not my son,
goddamn it. Help a nigga, man.

I'll hit you tomorrow with the
drop-off details in the mornin', pussy!

I- I ain't got...

Pussy!

- Can you trace that?
- Burners can't be traced.

- Why not?
- They have no unique identifiers...

- Y'all can't trace that?
- ... no SIM card.

It's 2025, y'all ain't got...

I mean, shit, y'all
watch SUV. What the fuck?

Fuck outta here.

Can one of y'all tell me why this
asshole wants Swiss francs as the ransom?

It beats the hell out of
me. I couldn't tell ya.

Hey. Hey, fellas. Before I was
transferred to Major Case...

- Mm-hmm.
- ... I was assigned to O.C.C.B.

- Mm-hmm.
- Asset forfeiture, money laundering.

It's all about the size.

The package will only weigh around
35 pounds in 1,000-Swiss-franc notes,

as opposed to 385
pounds in US $100 bills.

How's Mr. King gonna make the drop
lugging a 385-pound backpack? He can't.

A 1,000-Swiss-franc note is the
equivalent value of ten $100 bills.

Damn, sister, where'd you
go to college at, huh?

Spelman College. Black
woman excellence.

- Yeah?
- Paul.

Come on in. Come on in, man.

Can, uh...

- Can-Can we talk?
- Of course.

You've never been a good liar,
Paul, so let's get right to it.

He, uh... He threatened
to kill Kyle, right?

He'll kill my son, that's
what he said, right?

You-You know how
hard I been trying.

He's all I got.

I got nothing, just me and him.

Look, man, they
want $17.5 million.

That cop, Bridges, said we can get
the money back. I swear on my life...

I swear on my life,
King, it's just a loan.

What... You-You mean, you
gonna pay back the loan?

I'll make it up
to you, inshallah.

Where you gonna get the money from?
You ain't never seen no $17.5 million.

You can't even count to 17.5.
Forget the million part.

- I'll make it happen, inshallah.
- How?

You don't...

You don't feel any kind
of responsibility here?

For what? A kidnapper's mistake?

They didn't want Kyle, they wanted
Trey. It had nothing to do with me.

They-They wanted your
son to come after you.

They don't even want my son,
they want me. And they want me,

and you expect me to pay for
some kidnapper's mistake.

I don't do that.

You were gonna work
it out for Trey.

Yeah, I was.

Tell me how I can
make this work.

- Stackin' Hits.
- What about it?

- I know all the deals, King.
- What deals?

I'm no Warren Buffett, but I know there's
enough money on the table to make it work.

You ever look under the table?

See, don't nobody
look under the table.

Everybody looks on top of the
table, that's what they see.

You countin' my money, now count
it all. Don't raise up on me, Paul.

You know how much people owe me?
You know how many people I pay?

Do you know what my
taxes are? Do you know...

Listen, listen, beloved,
I see all you do.

And-And I can never stop thanking
you for what you did for me.

But I never really
asked you for anything.

- You never had to, Paul.
- That's right, that's right.

You gave it to me freely.
I love you for that.

Right now, I'm asking
you for everything.

- I'm asking you for my life.
- Nah, you ain't asking me for life.

Right now, you asking
me for $17.5 million.

That's all people do
is ask me for stuff.

- "Can you give me this?"
- Help my son. That's my son, too.

They just want me to pay.
"Stack hits. Pay for this.

Give me that. Give me this.

Put this on top of that, on top of
this, on top of that, on top of this,

on top of that, and
this, and that. "

You see this?

I thought about blowing this
motherfucker up many times.

I couldn't find the power.

That's what I got, man.

See if there's anything
for you in there.

I got it. I got it.

Sorry to disturb you, Mr. King. I have
a Mr. Bethea downstairs to see you.

He says he called a couple of times
and no response, so he sent me up.

Okay.

How's Trey? Pam?

Uh, good as to be expected
under the circumstances.

I mean, the kidnapper
still wants the ransom.

Says if I don't pay he's gonna
kill Paul's son if I don't pay up.

$17.5 million mix-up.

- He still wants you to pay?
- Yeah.

And I don't think I can.

David, how can you not pay?

I pay, number one,
our deal is dead.

I still have to sell off Stackin'
Hits. That's too much to ask.

I don't see that you
have much of a choice.

Yeah, I got a choice.
It's my money.

What are people gonna say
when you sacrifice Paul's kid

to buy Stackin' Hits back?

- I don't know. Shit's complicated.
- Shit.

Complexity doesn't matter to
John Q. Public, the masses.

You see how it is when
an artist is canceled.

- Yeah.
- When social media finds out,

and you can bet your bottom
dollar they will find out

that you abandoned Paul's son,

that's the whole label.
The whole shebang.

The kit and caboodle. That's it.

You will be done and finished.

Over and out.
Canceled. End of story.

- We don't know that for sure.
- We don't? You sure about that?

I mean... I mean, you're
right, I mean, but...

I can't even believe I'm
gonna say this, but...

You know how things move so
fast right now in the news.

I mean, they'll be onto
something else next week.

- It'll be another news cycle.
- David.

A story about another war...

- What?
- Do you hear what you're saying?

Yeah. I mean, I know what it sounds like,
but I'm-I'm just trying to be practical.

Is that the chance
you wanna take?

I just wanna see
you do what's right.

Thank you.

- Get some sleep.
- Yeah.

What do you think people will
say if we don't pay the ransom?

I think the important people in our life
will understand the decision we make.

But what about the public?

Patrick says if we don't pay,

the backlash will ruin
what's left of my career.

Well, I guess that
settles it then.

What do you mean?

Earlier today you were ready to risk
your family's security for Stackin' Hits.

Why should this
be any different?

Yeah, but now this has got
nothing to do with earlier.

Now, it's all intertwined.
It's everybody.

It's you. It's-It's
Stackin' Hits.

It's-It's... Kyle, Trey, Paul.

David, it's so much money.

It's practically everything
we have, isn't it?

It's close.

So, what should we do?

I don't know.

Me either.

Whatever it is, we have to
figure it out together, yeah?

How's Trey doing?

He's asking for you.

- Has he been?
- Yeah.

Love you.

Trey.

There you go.

How you feeling, champ?

Like a chump.

Um...

Please don't tell Mom,
but my ankle's kinda sore

from doing suicides
up and down the court.

It's not serious, it's just...

It's bothering me a little bit.

Hmm. I'll keep that
between you and me.

And I wanna apologize for, uh...

telling you that I was gonna stay and
watch you ball out and then leaving.

- Yeah, that doesn't matter now.
- No, it does matter. It does matter.

I just want you to know that
everything I do, everything I do,

I do for you...

for your mother, for us.

Family first.

Not paying the ransom for Kyle
is-is what's best for everyone?

For me, Mom, Uncle Paul?

H- How does that work, Dad?

Well, it-it's hard
to understand now,

but it-it's not quite that easy.

It's more complicated than that.

But Uncle Paul was right.
We're the ones to blame.

That's not true. We're
not the ones to blame...

It's-It's not just Uncle Paul.

Front page of the New York
Daily News, The New York Post.

I mean, social media, TikTok,
IG, voice mail, stuff online.

I'm getting DMs like I should've
been the one that got snatched.

- Son, I told you...
- Dad, you don't understand.

Media Take Out, Black Twitter
is doggin' me out, I...

You got... You can't listen to
that nonsense. That's poison.

- That's garbage.
- Dad, it's everywhere.

You don't understand.

This is not just a bad Rolling Stone
album review that you can just look over.

You still gotta ignore it.

I can't ignore it.

My friends are gonna think I'm the reason
my best friend was murdered in cold blood.

- Oh, come on, son.
- You know what that means?

I mean, how can I go back
and finish high school?

What colleges are
gonna accept me, Dad?

We-We gotta think of something.

We gotta think of something.

We-We have to
think of something.

All right, I-I...

I don't know, son.

- What do you mean you don't know?
- I just... Right now...

- You know everything and everybody.
- I just... Yeah, but right now, I just...

No, no, Daddy, you do know!
Pay the fucking 17.5 million!

It's-It's just fucking money!

So, you're gonna curse
at your father like that?

You're gonna disrespect
me like that?

In my own house.

I see.

Now, don't get it twisted, son.

There's only one man in this
house, and you're looking at him.

You ever talk to
me like that again,

and I'll bust your little
narrow, no-rent-paying ass.

You understand me?

I'ma say it again.

Do you hear me?

Huh?

- I hear you.
- Do you?

Yes, sir.

Do you?

- Yes, sir.
- All right, then.

David King.

My father, the-the man with the
best ears in the business...

but the coldest heart.

I gotta get this door fixed.

What would you do, James?

What would you do, Stevie?

Jimi?

Aretha, what would you do?

What you gonna do about it?

I don't know.

Well, figure it out.

I'm trying, man.

I've lost my son.

What do I tell him, huh?

What do I tell him? Y'all talk to each
other, 'cause I can't talk to him.

Oh, my son. Oh, man.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Hang on. Hang on.

Yeah, come in.

Sorry. Yes?

- Summer cold.
- How you holding up?

- You all right?
- Wow.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, I hear you.

How can I help you, boy?

Um, we've been going
over plans for tomorrow.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, and, uh...

You think you'd be okay with telling
the kidnapper you will pay the ransom?

It would buy us more time.

It's all right. Okay.

Keep negotiating.

Will do. Thank you.

"Will do. Thank you. "

Paul.

Paul.

Go on, Trey.

We gonna pay. We
gonna pay the ransom.

Speak up, son. What'd you say?

We're gonna pay the
ransom, Uncle Paul.

You serious?

Serious as prediabetes.

Ah!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Bless you.

Let me get in here.

Bless you.

Oh, Detective.

Tomorrow morning...

I'ma... go to the bank...

...and, uh... see
what we can do.

- All right.
- Anything else?

Nah, we good. Yeah.

We train for
situations like this.

We gonna bring Kyle home.

And your ransom.

All right, let's all get some
shut-eye. We gonna need it.

Yeah.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Let's do this.

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hello?

Yo. You got the chicken?

How you want it?
Baked, fried or jerked?

Ain't no time for no
corny-ass jokes and shit.

You know what the fuck I'm talking
about, the ransom money. Where it at?

- Yes, I have it.
- Fo' sho.

Now, 11:00 a.m., board the
4 train at Borough Hall

going to money-making Manhattan.

First car. Take your phone with
you, I'll text you the directions.

What about Kyle? I
need to see Kyle first.

You will, you
will, in due time.

Be easy, B.

Oh, and by the way,

I want you to throw your wifey Cartier
bracelet in with the loot as well.

How do you know about that?

'Cause she always flexing it online. You
know your wifey like to flaunt, right?

Showing off at the
Grammys on the red carpet.

Ain't shit private no
more these days, David.

Can't do that. Can't do that, B.

Come on, man. I'll
pay you the money.

I'll pay the ransom,
but that's a...

15th-wedding-anniversary gift,
man. That's from my heart.

You ain't in control
no more, nigga!

Ain't running this
shit, nigga, I am!

Old-ass, pussy-ass nigga!

There it is.

Does anybody think this guy is stupid
enough to make the exchange on the subway?

Maybe a station.

But it's the way he wants to
keep Mr. King on the move.

Maybe it has nothing
to do with the subway?

What difference does it make?

- It makes one to us.
- Yeah.

What's the plan?

The ransom will be in a black Jordan-brand
backpack, equipped with tracking device.

You can all follow
with your iPhones.

We track the kidnapper once
Mr. King makes the drop,

and we swoop in right away.

I'll be with Mr. King
at all times.

A team will cover the
rest of the train.

We'll have pre-staged RMPs located
between where we board at Borough Hall

and the following stations:

Wall Street,

Union Square, Grand Central,

59th, 86th, 125th, 149th, 161st,

Yankee Stadium, and until
the last stop at Woodlawn.

That way we can leapfrog, should there
be any police activity above ground.

Mr. Christopher, you'll
ride with our other team.

And when we locate
and secure Kyle,

you'll both be brought to a location
for observation and debriefing.

Safety is always job number one.

The next priority is the money.

It's showtime.

- Let's give the Kings a second, you guys.
- Uh-huh.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

No hero ball.

Come home to us, okay?

- Out.
- Love you.

More.

Come on, let's go.

All right.

Don't worry. We got this.

This one, right here.

You're riding with me and
Detective Bell in this car.

Just watch your head.

Entering the transit system now.

Take that seat over there.

This is a
Manhattan-bound 4 train.

The next stop is Bowling Green.

Stand clear of the
closing doors, please.

Hit the siren! Let's go! Come
on, let's go, let's go! Damn it!

Let's go, Yankees!

Let's go, Yankees!

Boston sucks! Boston sucks!

Let's go, Yankees!

Boston sucks! Boston sucks!

Let's go, Yankees!

Boston sucks! Boston sucks!

They just departed 149 Street
station, still heading north.

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies
and gentlemen, make some noise!

I want y'all to give it up,
give it up for the beautiful,

the perfect and
immaculate Rosie Perez!

And give it up to my
brother from another,

the very handsome and
talented Anthony Ramos!

Give it up for the legendary...

The incomparable Eddie
Palmieri and Salsa Orchestra!

One, two, one, two, three, four!

Let's go, Yankees!

Let's go, Yankees!

- Hello?
- Move to the back of the subway car.

- Go between the cars.
- Between the cars?

- Take the backpack with you too.
- Between the cars?

Yeah, nigga. The
fuck? Is you deaf?

Nigga fucking retarded, B. Which
part don't y'all understand?

- Hurry the fuck up.
- I'm moving, I'm moving.

He's leaving the subway car.

Yo, okay, I'm here.
So, do I drop it now?

No! When I tell you.

- What?
- Drop the backpack when I say.

- Yeah, but I...
- You're getting close, man.

- Where's Kyle?
- Yo, drop the fucking backpack first.

I wanna see Kyle first.

Let's go, Yankees!

I got a hit on the backpack.

It's River Avenue and 157.
Heading to Yankee Stadium.

Did y'all get the money?
I didn't see shit!

- Don't worry! We got a GPS on the bag!
- I didn't drop it, it fell!

We got a GPS on the bag!

- Go, go, go, go, go.
- Police, make way!

Boston pulled the
motherfucking emergency brake!

Boston pulled the
motherfucking emergency brake!

Goddamn it, move it!

Fucking hate parades! Move it!

Get the fuck outta the way!

Give me that fucking flag! Get
the fuck outta here! Move it!

Get off my fucking car!

Move it! Fuck!

Oh, shit!

It was an okey doke switcheroo.

I got this guy. He's on a
fucking moped. No problem.

Goddamn it! Fuck! Goddamn it!

David, I promise we're
getting your money back.

- How do you know?
- I just know.

Well, yeah, well, make me know.

- Bridges, you there?
- Yeah, I'm here with Mr. King.

I lost visuals on the moped.
I can't see him anywhere.

Got this motherfucker.

Get me additional
units here, pronto!

I need units on foot
available now, now!

Now I got you, motherfucker!
I fuckin' got you!

I fuckin' got you,
you fuckin' pussy!

Yeah, you better
fuckin' run for it!

Fuck!

Move out of the fuckin' way!

Get out of the
fuckin' way! Move it!

Get out of the
fuckin' way! Get him!

Cuff him! Are you
fuckin' kidding me, huh?

Give me this fuckin' bag!
Give me the fuckin' bag!

Get on your fuckin' knees!

What? Are you fuckin'
kidding me? A tampon?

You think this is
fuckin' funny, huh?

You having your
period, motherfucker?

Fuck off!

Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!

- Bridges.
- Higgins, talk to me, talk to me.

- Bridges, you there?
- Where's the backpack?

The ransom money
is not in the bag.

I repeat, the ransom
money is not in the bag.

- The fuck?
- Shit.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah. How is Kyle?

Uh, he's a little banged-up.

NYPD, well, they found him
up there by Yankee Stadium,

and sent him to the
hospital for observation,

said they'd keep him
there a couple days.

Good. Good. Good.
That's really good.

- Hope we can see him soon.
- Hope so, son.

- And how are you?
- I'm all right.

- And the money?
- They said, uh...

said they're working on it.

- Have you seen the news? Social media?
- No.

You're everywhere. Everybody
is calling you a superhero.

Black Panther of the
Boogie Down Bronx.

Damn.

- Uh...
- You don't like it?

No. No. Actually...

Spelled my name right.

All right. I'ma go upstairs and
change. I'll see y'all later.

- All right.
- Love you.

And what about the room
you were tied up in?

Maybe a sound? Or did
you smell anything?

Uh, I smelled something funny.

There was, uh, weed. Marijuana.

I could... I could hear music,

a lot of music. Rap.

Like somebody's room or a club?

Uh, it was in another room,
another apartment, uh...

They had me tied
up in the bathtub.

I could hear it in and out.

Anything specific?

Not really.

There was this one song that kept
playing I'd never heard. It was like...

Like, uh...

B- Back it up to the...
The back to the f...

Back...

Back it up to the
back to the front

- Back it up, back that front back
- Kyle, Kyle.

Anything else?

It's okay. Take your time, Kyle.

Can I take a break?

Let's just keep going,
just a little more.

- Just keep trying, Kyle. Just...
- I'm sorry.

- I don't remember anything else.
- Okay.

- Just a little more.
- Detective,

can he maybe have
a little break?

Kyle, I know it's hard,

but every second we're not out
there looking for who did this,

- they're getting away.
- Did you not hear me?

How come when Trey needed rest the other
day, y'all were ready to tuck him in bed?

Now, listen, I heard
you, Mr. Christopher.

Now, why won't you stop
being a pain in my butt?

Good you're in a hospital.
They got ointments for that.

- Maybe you need the Preparation H.
- No, I'm fully prepared, brother.

- Oh, you are?
- Maybe we need to all take a break.

Can-Can my son have a
minute with his father,

just him and me alone please?

- Come on, guys. Let's give him a minute.
- Thank you.

Let's go. Come on. Partner.

Let's go. Come on. Come on.

Bridges.

It's all right,
man. It's all right.

Yeah. Come on in, Gabe.

David.

Gabe.

- So, you talk to Michelle?
- Talked to Michelle, Barry, Lindsey.

All the, uh, principal
creditors and their partners.

And?

They greatly admire
what you did,

uh, but they don't want
to be held responsible.

- What you saying?
- That viral video that went global.

You dropping the $17.5
million from the 4 train.

Okay. What about it?

The deal was contingent on
you using that financing

to buy back control of
Stackin' Hits Records.

- Right.
- The deal is off.

Deal is off? I mean, I can come up
with the money to pay the interest.

I can scrounge that up,
Gabe. You know that.

- I'm a hustler, man. I can hustle.
- Normally.

- Yeah. Normally you could. Yeah.
- Normally?

Yeah, but this is some abnormal shit.
You know, this is a breach of contract.

- Breach of contract?
- Yeah. Or fraud.

Fraud? Like F-R-A-U-D?
Like prison?

- Prison.
- Jail.

Damn. Gabe. Talk to me.

Well, the reason is
because your investors

negotiated a provision
for use of proceeds,

that their investment
has to be used

for certain defined purposes.

And that's buying back
Stackin' Hits Records.

And they want their money back.

- When?
- Two weeks.

- Two weeks?
- I didn't stutter.

- Two weeks?
- Two weeks.

- Two weeks.
- And after that,

they'll start
collection process.

Your penthouse,

your Sag Harbor home,

your Basquiats.
All your artwork.

You did a good thing and...

It's not fair.

I did a good thing, but
I don't feel good, Gabe.

H- how can I feel good?
Make me feel good.

- I know.
- Gabriel. Come on, man.

- I know.
- I can't go out like this. You know that.

A man can't go out the
same way he came in.

A man's gotta add up to
something. And that's you.

Two weeks.

- Yes?
- I'm so sorry to bother you.

Alex and Patrick would
like to chat with you.

Send 'em in.

Mr. King will see you now.

Just the two I wanted to see.

I would wanna be
you if I wasn't me.

Listen, with everything that has
happened in the last few days,

I've gained a new perspective on
the Stray Dog Enterprise deal.

Now, I know I was the lone
holdout, but I've changed my mind.

Let's do it. Let's
do the damn thing.

I see. Well, I-I would have let
you know sooner if I'd known,

but the cat's in the bag and
the bag's in the East River.

The who's in the what?
What do you mean?

It's dead in the water.

What do you mean dead?

After your
unfortunate situation,

I had a change of heart too.

I- I told Stray Dog
Enterprises we're out.

You killed the deal because
of what happened. Why?

Your hero status has us
back on the front page.

Every artist in our catalog
has seen a jump in sales.

So, it's like you always said:

"Attention is the only
true currency nowadays. "

Don't you know? You're...

You're "Da Black Panther
of Da Boogie Down Bronx. "

All right. Uh, easy one.

I'll call Stray Dog myself,
talk with them personally.

I suggest not until
we see this play out.

Who knows how much money we
could be leaving on the table?

How much money we leave...
Look, I need this money now.

Like, with an alacrity, a quickness. I
need it yesterday. I need the money now.

Oh, I got it.

Well, that's ironic.

You certainly didn't need the money when
you were trying to sabotage the deal

- two days ago.
- Alex!

I see.

Patrick, you told
him, didn't you?

You didn't leave me any choice.

When the news about Trey came
out, Alex called me multiple times

- asking what I thought.
- About what?

The attention we were getting.

So, the two of yo use discussed
the attention we were getting

from my son being kidnapped.

Stop. It wasn't like that.

What was it like? It was a good thing
he wasn't killed. Shot in the head.

- Coulda got rich.
- David!

- Nice house in the Hamptons.
- David, stop!

- Stop what?
- Stop being so self-righteous.

You stood in your lobby
trying to convince me

that the bad PR would
pass if Kyle died.

That was different.
I was talk...

I was talking out loud, you know that.
I was just trying to figure things out.

Well, so was I. That's
why I called you.

I didn't know if your
situation changed.

- So, you threw me under the bus?
- No.

I tried to protect myself.

Because in this business
I know no one else will.

- Alex!
- Uh...

Oh, shucks.

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back, uh

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back, uh

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

Yeah, yeah, yeah

At 35 and I'm
still a pretty guy

Pussy never dry You
know, shorty's certified

Pancake ass Niggas
stay turning sides

Cookie-cutter nigga,
soda pop Get a Canada Dry

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

All gold fronts From
the front to the back

Stand down, stand
down. I got this.

All righty. Make it
quick. Make it quick.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

- I just need to see what he knows.
- What the fuck?

- King, what's up?
- Just something I wanna play for him.

Mr. King, Mr. King, w-we're trying
to get new information here.

No, I understand. I understand.

Is this the song... Was this the
song you heard when they had you?

...to the back, uh

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back, uh

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

- That's crazy. How'd you know?
- That's him, right?

- What?
- His name is Yung Felon. He's a rapper.

He was on the playlist
that my son Trey gave me.

It's the same voice, the same
voice from the phone. It's him.

I don't know, Mr. King. All these new
rappers these days sound alike to me.

- I think I've seen this clown before.
- What?

- He came up to me once.
- Do you remember where or when?

I remembered his face.
Something was off about him.

He wanted to meet you, said
he was from around our way.

Do you remember his
government name?

People come up to me all the
time wanting to meet King.

- I don't get into all that with them.
- It could be the kidnapper, Detective.

Yeah, but identifying a rapper is
not what I would call a slam dunk.

I'm telling you, it's him. I got
the best ears in the business.

I know it when I hear it. I can
hear the desperation. It's him.

I know him when I hear
him, and this is him.

- It's him. It's the voice.
- It could be.

Nobody's refuting that.

Whoa. Hang on a second. We
got the recordings, right?

- Yeah.
- All right, so Forensics can do

a digital comparison
of them both.

Maybe even check on Al, right?

Yeah, we could send something over. It
may take time, but we'll send it over.

I don't need no Al to tell
me what I already know.

- I know music, and I know that's him.
- Mr. King, you know what I know?

I know police work, okay? And
I know how these cases go.

Can you just let us get back to
interviewing Kyle here, please?

And then we will get to your clue, I
promise you, in the order it's deserved.

Please. I'm begging you.

- It's just protocol.
- Please.

- Thank you for stopping by.
- Thanks, Mr. King.

- Thank you, Mr. King.
- Thank you.

King.

- You really think that's him?
- I don't think. I know. I can hear it.

- I know it's him.
- Fuck these dicks.

Let's go get your money.

- Yeah, but where we gonna find this kid?
- I'm betting these streets know.

Yo, you saw what I sent you?

You sure that's him? Where?

Bet. I owe you one.

- Where's he at? Where?
- I got him. 804 Forest Avenue.

- Right in the old hood.
- That's him.

What is that?

Insurance.

That's Jake from State Farm.

Where are you? I'm out
here. I haven't seen him.

- Here's a yard. Watch my car.
- All right, chief.

Yeah, yeah. Good lookin'
out. I got you. I got you.

- Hello? Can I help you?
- How you doing, mami?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I know you. I know you.

I've just seen you on TV. You
from the kidnapping, right?

- Right.
- I hope 12 got your money back.

I'll wait in the car.

- Blessings. Sorry.
- Thank you.

- Can I come in?
- Yeah. I'm Rosa. Come in. Please.

I just put the baby down.

Archie named him after you.

Archie?

His tag is Yung Felon.

But I ain't really trying
to call him no Yung Felon.

I tell him if he
keep up this stuff,

he gonna be an old-ass felon.

- Where's he at?
- He's at the studio.

He's basically been living
there for, like, two weeks.

Oh, my God. He
gonna lose his mind.

- He gonna bug the fuck out.
- Why you say that?

You're like a god to him.

He follows you on social media.

He listens to your podcast. He
watches all your interviews.

- He knows everything about you.
- Really?

He been saying for years King
David will come and discover him,

and change everything for
us. Even I believed it.

He's been at this music thing ever
since he came home from Upstate.

- Hmm.
- He said that music was the only thing

that was giving him hope while
he was locked up, besides me.

I think I should call
him. This is crazy.

Uh, no, I-I-I
wanna surprise him.

Uh, I'll go by the studio.

W- Where's it at?

Oh, it's right around the
corner. It's 333 Trinity Avenue.

If you go to the basement,
you'll find a red door.

- Okay.
- He's there now.

Well. That's a... That's
a nice piece there.

He got it for me yesterday.

- Yesterday?
- Yeah.

I don't know where he got it from,
and I didn't ask where he got it from,

- but I know it's not no Cartier.
- Mind if I take a picture?

I'm thinking about getting my
wife something like that...

- God. Yeah. Please take a pic.
- ... for our wedding anniversary.

Get my good side.

Thank you.

I seen your wife
online. She's beautiful.

You a lucky man.

Thank you.

Yes, I am.

I'm so happy you're here, 'cause
Archie been acting really weird.

He been off lately.

I feel like he been losing hope.

And hope is the only thing
he had for a long time.

Me being a new mom and you
showing up at our front door,

I feel like it's a sign.

You've changed so many people's
lives in a positive way.

God is great.

Gimme that thing.

- Thing? What thing?
- That four-pounder, kid.

What is that?

That's mayhem.

Shit.

How you wanna do this?

- King, you wanna follow my lead?
- You're not going in.

- What do you mean?
- I mean I got into this by myself.

I'm gonna get out of it by
myself. You're not going in.

Hold up. Hold up. I'm with you.

We here right now.

You saw what he did to
Kyle. I'm-I'm-I'm...

I ain't gonna lie. I
wanna hurt this boy.

- Meet me in the front.
- I'll be there.

Going one way
down a wide road

Both eyes closed

Hope I don't drown but the
tires slow Both eyes closed

One way down a wide
road Both eyes closed

Hope I don't drown but the
tires slow Both eyes closed

- Down this lonely road
- Both eyes closed

- Just as long as it's over
- Both eyes closed

- Nowhere else to go
- Both eyes closed

- Heaven only knows
- Both eyes closed

- Never been on ten toes
- Both eyes closed

Just wait till I-I Just
wait till I-I return

I- I return I-I
can't wait till

I- I just wait
till I-I return

I- I can't wait
till I-I return

Yo, shit Those
bricks ain't worth

Gotta help me escape
This hell on earth

That we make pop, what?

Yo, what the fuck?

So, what, you got police waiting
outside for a nigga or something?

How the fuck you found me?

You ain't hard to find. I
heard one of your hot joints.

Okay, and? So, what about it?

- You got a lot of potential.
- Potential?

Nigga, fuck outta
here. You deaf, nigga?

My shit lit. My shit
buzzing out there.

Beyond potential. Proof
is in the pudding.

My niggas on the block, all the
niggas in the trenches and shit.

They show a nigga that
real love, that hood love.

That's my core audience.
That's all I need.

You want a bigger
audience? Do the math.

You talking about
50 niggas, man.

They love you.

They payin' you?

Are they showing you any money?
That's a yes or no answer.

They don't gotta show me
shit, nigga. I'm up right now.

How much you up? Seventeen-five?

- To be precise.
- You sure?

- Yeah. Uh-huh.
- You're seventeen-five to the good?

- Swiss francs.
- You think you gonna leave here with it?

- You'll see.
- Who taught you to do wrong, B?

Who told you you weren't any
good? Who broke your heart?

- Where's your father?
- Fuck that nigga.

So, he did what you did, huh?

So, you gonna be better
than him? Bigger than him?

You gonna do a
longer bid than him?

Huh? What you wanna do?
Decades? Yards? What you want?

- What the fuck you want me to say, nigga?
- Doesn't matter what I want.

It's a matter of what you
want. You want some advice?

Advice? Aight.

We here, why the fuck
not? I'm all ears.

On the chorus,
ad-lib a little bit.

Layer the vocals differently.
Something like, uh...

Nigga, where's my money?

I got the four-pounder
Sitting right here

Don't try nothing funny

Something like that, you
know? Nasir, '93, '94.

Man, all that old shit
you talking about...

Nah, nigga. Sound more like...

I got the blicky on me, OG So
don't try nothing tricky on me OG

I got mine too, young
G Nine millimeters

A lot of reasons why you shouldn't
Fuck with me either, young G

I'm the one that can pay you

I don't need to be the
one That's gon' slay you

Fuck, is this a
battle right now?

I'm the brutalizer

I'm the Buddha-sizer
I'm the accelerator

I ain't the type of nigga That
be pissing in your elevator

But sometimes the rap game
Remind me of the crap game

I used to sport Ballys And
Cazals with black frames

But now I'm into new
chicks TECs and Beck's

Come on, represent.
Give me something.

I gotta feed the streets
My lady and a newborn kid

And I ain't tryna go back
And do another bid, you dig?

Then handle your business
and do what's right.

Keep your head up.

Now this nigga a
motherfucking rapper.

I ain't no rapper.

- I'm a chance giver.
- Chance?

Yo, you mad late, son.

I been gave you a chance to
give me a chance. You baited.

Nah, I'm good, B.
It's quiet. Curtains.

I know what it is to risk everything
you have for something that you want.

I know what that means.

To have nothing and
want everything.

- I met your girl.
- Fuck you mean?

I been in your house,

and I appreciate you for
naming your son after me.

Damn! Stupid bitch talk
too fucking much, B.

- Why she gotta be a bitch?
- Fuck.

- Why she gotta be a bitch?
- Damn, B.

Now, I've made some mistakes.
Big ones. We all have.

- I just wanna try and help you.
- Help me? Man, fuck outta here, man.

Aight, so what? You know where
I lay. I know where you stay.

Nigga, what? What
you wanna do? What?

- What?
- You hollow on the inside.

You lonely on the inside.

You quiet on the inside.

You hurt on the inside.
That's what I wanna feel.

That's what I wanna see.
That's what I wanna know.

I wanna know what's inside you.

Fuck all this fake outdoor shit.

Who are you?

Yo, you know what's crazy?

You don't know how long
I dreamt about this shit.

Me and you in the lab
together, just like this.

When I got out the pen,

I stood out of
Stackin' Hits offices,

recording studios,
business meetings.

I even followed your little
nigga Trey on social media.

See where y'all niggas
gonna be at dining and shit.

Hoping we could meet up.
Hoping I'd bump into you.

Hoping you'd give
me time of the day.

Hoping you'd hear me.

I used to be on
the Brooklyn Bridge

just looking up at
you, at your terrace.

You know, the Dumbo
Olympia, nigga.

I told you I know where
you lay too, nigga.

Shit ain't about nothing.

Just to find out you got the worst
ears in the fucking business.

But you hear me now though, right,
nigga? You hear me now though, right?

Now what? Now what
do we do? Now what?

Unfold your arms, nigga.
Now what do we do?

What, you bad? You big?

Your elbows is showing,
so is your nine.

You got your blicky
and I got mine.

What you wanna do, nigga?

It's between me and you, nigga.

Show me what you got, nigga.

You know what, B? Manifestation
is a motherfucker.

You should never underestimate
the power of prayer, nigga.

King! King!

My eye. My eye. Glass in
my eye, glass in my eye!

Get the money!

Get his bitch ass! Get
that bitch motherfucker!

I got glass in my eye.

Let me go! Let me go, man!

What you doing? Let me go!

- Huh?
- What you doing? Let me go!

- I ought to let your ass go.
- Come on, man. I don't wanna be here.

- Let me go!
- What?

- Let me die!
- Where's my money?

- Let me die, man!
- You lucky you got a son named after me.

Get your ass up here.

Come on!

- Yo, Higgins!
- Detective Bell.

- What's up?
- Lord have mercy.

When will my people understand

that under the bed is the
first spot we're gonna look?

Don't ask me about
your people, hmm?

Watch that, son.

"Son. "

Come on in.

Hey, come on in,
fam. Don't be shy.

- How are you?
- Oh, as good as can be expected, I guess.

How many times I ask you
to bulletproof that Rolls?

Oh, yeah, well, one-eyed man is
king in the land of the blind.

Well, that's true.

But it's the third eye
that sees, beloved.

- Mmm.
- Correct, Cyclops.

I hope you see...

that I want you to come
back and work with me.

I appreciate that, King.

But I... I think it's time
to find something new for...

for me and Kyle.

So, I'll respectfully decline.

I understand.

- Yeah.
- I over stand.

- You good?
- Yeah, yeah. Little bumps and bruises,

but, uh, I'm good.

Never got a chance
to... thank you.

Ah, it's nothing. You
know, I'd do it all again.

You know, I always
got your back.

And I got yours.

Dad, did you see this?

Four of the top ten songs
on Billboard Hot 100

are from Stackin' Hits artists.

It's almost like it's 2004.

-2004.
- Yeah.

- No.
- Four out of ten, that's not bad, though.

That's not bad.

Paul, you keep getting better,
okay? Let's give 'em a minute.

All right.

Yeah, bruh. Kyle,
give us a minute.

- Yeah, give us two minutes.
- Yeah.

- Always.
- Forever.

And a day.

- All right, brother.
- Yeah.

- Stay Black.
- Yes, beloved.

Free Yung Felon!

Free Yung Felon!
Free Yung Felon!

Let's go. Come on, come
on. Get out of the way.

I'm innocent! I'm innocent.

- Get away. Stop it.
- I didn't do shit.

- Get outta here.
- Free me! Yeah.

I ain't do shit.

- I'm innocent.
- Come on, let's go.

- Keep it going, movie star.
- Peace and love, people!

- Come on, let's go. Move it. Move it.
- Peace and love.

- Let's go. Move it.
- Peace and love, people!

Only God can judge me now, baby.

Free Yung Felon!

- Free Yung Felon! Free Yung Felon!
- Turn around. Say bye to your fans.

Free Yung Felon!

- Let's go.
- I ain't do shit!

We very much appreciate
you stopping by.

Yung Felon's attorney
and the DA's office

has just finished hashing out the
details of his plea agreement.

There'll be no trial.

So, no appeal? No media circus?

The only thing he asked for was
to talk to you one more time.

- Talk to me?
- That's what the man requested.

- How many years is he getting?
- Twenty-five years.

Not enough.

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back, uh

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back, uh

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

At 35 and I'm
still a pretty guy

Pussy never dry You
know, shorty's certified

Pancake ass Niggas
stay turning sides

Cookie-cutter nigga,
soda pop Get a Canada Dry

Shout out to my felons, bro
We caught another felony

Yung Felon, nigga Up
town, fuck you telling me

Of course I ride around, no bros
Of course I'm selling out my shows

Of course I slime and wipe
my nose Of course, yeah

Your Honor, I can't go to court
My baby mom want child support

Fuck college, can't
enroll, no course

She celebrating, pop
the cork Of course

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

Nigga got a grudge
Motherfucker, where you at?

Pack out the trunk From
the front to the back

Nigga tried to front We
gon' leave him where he at

King David.

It's been a little
minute. Good to see you.

- Again.
- What can I do for you?

Well, actually,
quite the contrary.

I'm here to do
something for you.

- For me?
- Hell yeah.

I'm going to let you have
the privilege and honor

of signing me to
Stackin' Hits Records.

A lucrative business deal.

My lawyer will be contacting
you with a quickness.

- Excuse me?
- Huh?

I'm the biggest newest streaming
artist in the world right now.

- Really?
- Over a billion streams since my arrest.

Not even just in the
US, but globally.

Is that right?

How the fuck you
ain't know that?

Yo, that's
bugged-the-fuck-out, like,

you gotta keep up with the
times, man. Where you been at?

Do your homework, King David.

Yo, I ain't gonna lie, this
shit is surreal right now.

- I swear, this shit is bugged-out, like.
- Hmm.

You know how long I've been
waiting on this moment?

My whole life, nigga.

Since I was a kid, I
wanted to be just like you.

We all idolized you.

It's crazy. Even my mom said I
looked just like you and shit, twin.

- You could be my pops or some shit, man.
- I might be.

You're from the same
block, same hood.

- Shit, it's only right.
- Mmm.

You know, I've been doing this
rapping shit for the longest, B.

Like, since I was a young 'un.

Nobody never gave
two fucks, though.

Even my shorty, she was like,
"Nah, this shit ain't it. "

I... I just decided to give
up and shit, man, you know?

When I looked at you, I
always tried to reach out,

you was at your highest
and I was at my lowest.

I said I was going to
bring you to hell with me.

And then, next thing you know...

like magic. Abracadabra. Poof.

Every fucking label
on my dick now

trying to sign me, chasing
me and shit like that.

Giving my lawyer all type
of crazy business offers

and deals that you can only dream of,
B. But I said, "Fuck that shit, nah. "

I want to sign with you, man.

I want to be with you with Stackin'
Hits Records, man. Together.

Look, man. I'm telling you,
like, you could produce for me

on some Pharrell, Timbaland-shit
type shit, like...

Man, we could be like...

Weezy and Birdman, word.

Shit, signed, sealed, delivered,
I'm yours if you're with it.

Bet you ain't know I fuck with
Stevie Wonder like that, huh?

Yeah. You didn't listen
to the whole song.

You ain't the sunshine of
my life, that's for sure.

I'm, uh...

I'm leaving Stackin' Hits.

What? You is Stackin' Hits.

I'm starting my own label. A
little something smaller, you know?

Something I can have more control of,
give me more time to spend with my family.

But more importantly, or just
as importantly, more time to...

to concentrate on the
music, to get to the...

Back to the music.

Yo, focusing on the music and
getting back to the music?

What's more important
than the money?

You gonna go broke
doing that shit.

Yeah.

Attention is the biggest
form of currency nowadays, B.

Yo, you signing me would be the biggest
fucking deal in music history ever.

Think about it.

All money ain't good money.

Come on, man. Don't
look at me like that

like I'm a mad man or some shit,
man, like I'm a piece of shit.

I'm only playing the game that
y'all motherfuckers invented.

Get on the wave, man. Before
it's too late. Ride the wave.

Not interested.

Not interested?

Can't do nothing with your
music. It's not for me.

What? You don't wanna
see a nigga on the top?

Oh, you some hating-ass
nigga for real, man.

Yo, fuck you, you old-ass
nigga. Fuck you, B.

Nigga, think about it.

Before the kidnapping, nobody
gave two fucks about you.

They forgot about your
washed-up ass, nigga.

I saved your fucking career,
nigga. I brought you back, nigga.

Me. That's who did
that. Yung Felon, nigga.

Nobody else. Nigga, fuck you!

I should've kidnapped your
son. And I ain't pop that...

You lucky, nigga.

That's why your bitch on
my visiting list, nigga!

Fuck you, nigga! Fuck you!
Fuck you, motherfucker!

You ain't shit without me,
I made you! Fuck you too!

Get the fuck off me!

Amen.

- Are we really going to be all right?
- Yes, we are.

We're gonna be uptight,
we're gonna be out of sight.

Baby, everything is all right.

I am being serious.

- So am I.
- Please. Not time for jokes.

- Are we good?
- Is James Brown?

Is Barry White? Is Al Green?

You!

- Is Aretha Franklin?
- Is Aretha Franklin?

Is Trey King?

So...

Pleasure to meet you.

- My wife, Pam.
- Hello.

My son, you know, Trey. Trey
says you're the next big thing.

Oh, well, uh, pleased
to meet you all.

This is my pianist, Ric'key.

- How you doing, Ric?
- Pleasure to meet you.

Oh.

"Sula... "

"Sula Janie Zimmie. "

That's correct. My mother loved Toni
Morrison and Zora Neale Hurston.

The Bluest Eye is
my favorite novel.

Sounds like you come from
a very literate family.

Not really. My father
was a rolling stone.

Pun intended.

My family has always
had a music background.

Singers, composers, musicians.

And I actually wrote this
song I'm about to sing.

Okay. You have a stage name?

Sula, initial C, Sing.

What does the C stand for?

- "Can. "
- Oh.

Ow.

All right, Sula "Can" Sing.

You'd better be able to
sing if that's your name.

You should find out.

Let's find out.

Said I'm too young

So he took me for a fool

Selling me lies
but wore a disguise

My mom warned me about you

He said I was naive

You underestimate me

In this journey of life

I learned from the games
That he loved to play

But now I'm stronger

Without you I'm
feeling much lighter

Think you're older
so you're right

I know I'm young
But I was alone

Last night

Oh, no

You mistook my
youth for ignorance

And truth for innocence
Thought he took my life

And wouldn't survive
But I'm still alive

He said I was too green

So why should
he listen to me?

But soul don't have an age
I've been through the pain

And I'm not ashamed

Now, now I'm wiser

Without you I'm
feeling much brighter

Now that you're
out of my life

Now that you're gone
I can finally sleep

At night

Oh, yeah

And I found some
peace in the pain

And I found my way through
the rain I'm a fighter

Listen to me I'm a fighter

Oh, no

Oh, won't take my
pride Or take my name

'Cause I've always found
the light In the dark

Oh, the dark

Now I'm better

Don't bother
sending no letters

Put me through
hell I'll survive

Come on.

Now that you're gone
I can finally see

Oh, I see it clearer

Love what I see
in the mirror

Remembered how
you made me cry

And now that you're
gone I can finally see

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

The light

I finally see

And let the church say...

Amen, amen.

Amen. So, Sula...

I see, you can...

sing.

What's the name of the song?

- "Highest 2 Lowest. "
- Oh.

Sula, do you
believe in yourself?

- Yes.
- Do you believe in me?

- Yes.
- Do you believe you'll be successful?

- Yes.
- Do you believe in having hard times?

'Cause that's what it'll be.

And the hard times will
come from the good times.

The hard times will come from success.
The hard times will come from the money.

And the mayhem follows.

So, can you handle the mayhem?
Can you handle the money?

Can you handle the success?
Can you handle the failure?

Can you handle the lovers?
Can you handle the memes?

Can you handle everything
that there is in between?

That's the question I have
for you. Can you handle it?

Yes.

I believe you.

- Trey?
- I think we should go to studio tomorrow.

- You ready?
- Mr. King, I was born ready.

No, wait. We gotta
talk about my cut, Dad.

- I'm the one who discovered her.
- About your cut?

Pam, talk to your son.

We'll get to that when I'm
co-chairperson of the board...

- Mmm!
- ... of our new label.

- Family business.
- I like that. Family business.

"Highest 2 Lowest. "

Let's get to work.

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