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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 money, the buyout, the vote.

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 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.

There she is.

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

- 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.

- 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?

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

Approximate. You know, 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.
- 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 turn--
- Turn the phone off. David said so.

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

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 Sula?

She's great. She can sing.

She writes her own songs.

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?

- 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.
- 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 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 lockbox.
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 lockbox.

- 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?
- 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.
- Yeah.

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 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 overstand.

NYSID #12022001K. That was me upstate.

I like your numbers better.

What else did Gabe say?

He said, "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.

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 AI and the IA and the AEIOU.

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

- AI'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 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 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 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?
- 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 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, 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. 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... I think they kidnapped him.

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

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 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.

- 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?
- How about the truth?

Have we seen each other before somewhere?

I don't know, 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...

$17.5 million in Swiss francs.

Unmarked 1,000...

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

- and he'd call us back tonight.
- 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?

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...

oftentimes, kidnapping is done

by someone with an intimate knowledge
of the family.

I ask you this just to see if--

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 ing 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...
- 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, 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.

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 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...

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 overstand.
- 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.

Kool Herc.

- 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 --
- 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.

Motherers.

Kyle and I,
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 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 waited 30 minutes?
- I didn't wanna leave him.

- 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 we're his only chance.

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

Come on! 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 ing 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.

- 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 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 ing 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', !

I ain't got--

!

- 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 ?

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,

I was assigned to O.C.C.B.

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...

- Can we talk?
- Of course.

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

He threatened to kill Kyle, right?

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

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 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 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 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 motherer 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?

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, 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 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 Stackin' Hits.

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.

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.

I'll keep that between you and me.

And I wanna apologize for...

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 what's best for everyone?

For me, Mom, Uncle Paul?

How does that work, Dad?

Well, it's hard to understand now,

but 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 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 gotta think of something.

We gotta think of something.

We have to think of something.

All right, 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 ing 17.5 million!

It's just ing 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?

- I hear you.
- Do you?

Yes, sir.

Do you?

- Yes, sir.
- All right, then.

David King.

My father, 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?

We've been going over plans for tomorrow.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, and...

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.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Bless you.

Let me get in here.

Bless you.

Detective.

Tomorrow morning...

I'ma go to the bank...

and... 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.

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 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, -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!

Let's go, Yankees!

Boston sucks! Boston sucks!

Let's go, Yankees!

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 ? Is you deaf?

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

- Hurry the 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 ing 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
mothering emergency brake!

Boston pulled the
mothering emergency brake!

Goddamn it, move it!

ing hate parades! Move it!

Get the outta the way!

Give me that ing flag!
Get the outta here! Move it!

Get off my ing car!

Move it! !

Oh, shit!

It was an okey doke switcheroo.

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

Goddamn it! ! 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 motherer.

Get me additional units here, pronto!

I need units on foot available now, now!

Now I got you, motherer!
I in' got you!

I in' got you, you in' !

Yeah, you better in' run for it!

!

Move out of the in' way!

Get out of the in' way! Move it!

Get out of the in' way! Get him!

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

Give me this in' bag!
Give me the in' bag!

Get on your in' knees!

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

You think this is in' funny, huh?

You having your period, motherer?

off!

Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!

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 ?
- Shit.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah. How is Kyle?

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...

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.

- 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?

I smelled something funny.

There was weed. Marijuana.

I could hear music,

a lot of music. Rap.

Like somebody's room or a club?

It was in another room, another apartment.

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...

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.

- You are?
- Maybe we need to all take a break.

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 principal creditors
and their partners.

And?

They greatly admire what you did,

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.

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 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 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. 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.

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 youse 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!

Oh, shucks.

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 ?

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

Mr. King, 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?

- 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.
- Mr. King. It could be.

Nobody's refuting that.

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 AI, right?

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

I don't need no AI
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.
- these s.

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 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.

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.

No, I wanna surprise him.

I'll go by the studio. Where's it at?

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

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

Yo, what the ?

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

How the 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, 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.
- 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?
- 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?

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

- What the 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 not? I'm all ears.

On the chorus, ad-lib a little bit.

Layer the vocals differently.
Something like...

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
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

, 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 mothering 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.
- you mean?

I been in your house,

and I appreciate you
for naming your son after me.

Damn!
Stupid bitch talk too ing much, B.

- Why she gotta be a bitch?
- .

- 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, 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.

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 ing 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 motherer.

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 motherer!

I got glass in my eye.

Let me go! Let me go, man!

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?
- 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.

Correct, Cyclops.

I hope you see...

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

I appreciate that, King.

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

for me and Kyle.

So, I'll respectfully decline.

I understand.

- Yeah.
- I overstand.

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

but I'm good.

Never got a chance to... thank you.

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!

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!

Free Yung Felon! Free Yung Felon!
Free Yung Felon!

- 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.

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?

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 you ain't know that?

Yo, that's bugged-the--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.

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.

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

Like, since I was a young 'un.

Nobody never gave two s, though.

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

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 ing label on my 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, " 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
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...

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
ing 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 motherers 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?

You some hating-ass nigga for real, man.

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

Nigga, think about it.

Before the kidnapping,
nobody gave two s about you.

They forgot about
your washed-up ass, nigga.

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

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

Nobody else. Nigga, 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!

you, nigga!
you! you, motherer!

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

Get the 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, pleased to meet you all.

This is my pianist, Ric'key.

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

"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."

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.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

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."

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...

of our new label.

- Family business.
- I like that. Family business.

"Highest 2 Lowest."

Let's get to work.