All language subtitles for BMF.S03E04.WEB

Look, man, you come in here
acting like Moses,

but me and mine--we ain't
wandering around the desert

with your ass no more.

Well, you gonna die of thirst
without me then, partner.

Got to stop putting
money into Greeny's pockets

and bet on yourself

You different.

I'm from
Child Protective Services.

I'm here to ensure
he's in a safe environment.

Look, we're responsible
parents, all right?

Those three-letter folks,
they have a track record

for ruining Black families.

Letting you walk away, it's
one of my biggest regrets.

Why don't you just tell me

what the fuck I got to do
and let's get on with it?

You could escort a shipment
I got coming.

If you want your flight
to land smoothly,

you need to find a ship
that can hide in plain sight.

Don't you ever forget
your place, a'ight?

I run the show. You hear me?

I run the motherfucking show!

What the fuck?
What the fuck is--

You fucking snake.

I don't talk to basura.

You fucked Boom's esposa.

You want Demetri?
You take your ass to Atlanta.

He's with Ty's crew.

Demetri es...muy rápido.

How much, uh, to start?

Two fifty?

You think that's impressive,

wait till you see
how I stack your money

when the first shipment
arrives.

You good, Loco?

Let me talk to him.

I speak English.

You want your money
up front or later?

Later is fine.

No doubt. Give me the details.

Okay.

Yeah.

- ¿¿Qué dijo?
- We good. Muy bueno.

See, the Feds,

they don't give you no work
without dinero.

We got nothing to lose
and everything to gain.

First shipment,
Macomb Airport in Detroit.

I'm gonna send my brother Tee
over there to pick up.

No, no, no.

Demetri go.

Okay.

I'll go, Loco.

- Enjoying the view?
- Can't even lie. I kind of was.

Hey, you got my sweatshirt on?

It was on the floor.

Whatever.

Man, what you doing?

Where you going?
Why you packing?

It's your space.
I don't want to be in the way.

Man, come on, I told you to
stay here as long as you want.

Mi casa es su casa.

It's pretty.

I ain't never had a real home,
just a backpack.

Made it this far by making sure

everything I had
could fit in it.

A tree's got roots,
and I got legs, so...

Angel, you ain't talking

about hustling dudes no more,
are you?

You done with that shit.

What am I supposed
to do, Meech?

Use your God-given talent,
keep dancing,

and hold your head high.

Look, from now on,
you making all your money.

You're not giving shit
to nobody else.

I need to go out of town
for a few,

but I'm gonna leave some guys
here to watch the house.

-Well, where are you going?
-To the D on some business.

What if Greeny comes
by looking for me?

He's not, trust me.

Make sure you safe.

Well, I guess I should give you
something to miss, then.

Hold on.

Well, damn, them cravings
is really kicking in, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

Look, Wanda, for real,
all this CPS stuff,

it's gonna work itself out.

- I'm really scared, Tee.
- I know.

You just really
have to trust me.

Terry, trust ain't the word
when it comes to you.

But...

...I guess I just
got to have faith

it'll all work out, right?

I promise you...

ain't no one gonna fuck
with our family, all right?

Tee, come on, man.

She already pregnant.

We don't need y'all making
another baby up in this bitch.

Ha ha, very funny.

Fuck you, Roland.

Yo! Yo!

Hey, when is
that shipment coming in?

You know, some of our clients
are getting antsy.

Yo, can we just chill
on that for a second?

Just deal me
a good hand, please.

Is that--

Yo, the king has returned!

Rollie Rol.

Hey,
Meechie Motherfucker Meech.

- You know that.
- What?

My mama told me you was looking
out for her while I was gone.

I appreciate that, dawg,
for real.

Ain't no thang. She family.

You know that.
How little man been doing?

Man, he doing good, man.

Thanks for the gift
you got him.

Little man already fitted
in Gucci thanks to Uncle Meech.

You know that
ain't nothing, man.

Hey, y'all know y'all need four
people to play spades, right?

Let's get it.
How my boy Duffy doing?

Crazy as a motherfucker--always
trying to jump on somebody ass.

That sound like that nigga.

What the fuck
is going on? Oh, shit.

Damn, One-Eye Terry.

Can you pretend to be happy to
see your brother for a minute?

I'm only here
for a limited amount of time.

Why you got all these goddamn
baby pictures up of me, nigga?

I can't even tell that's me.

Demetrius, why are you here?

Nigga, what's your problem?

Yo, cut me some slack.

This--this CPS shit really been
stressing me out, man.

I'm gonna keep it real
with you.

-I think Markisha called CPS.
-No, Markisha did not.

Them niggas
need to stop saying that.

-How you know?
-In fact, she's helping me.

She's trying to hook me up
with a judge who can help.

God, I don't want to talk
about it no more, all right?

Shipment coming tomorrow,
Macomb Airport.

Okay, it's about damn time.
What was the holdup?

Javier was nervous
about the pilots,

but I need you running distro.

You know Loco don't trust
your ass already.

He don't want you
making the trip.

Why the fuck not?

First impression's
everything, nigga,

and you already fucked that up.

Okay, so let me get
this straight.

You're going to drive
all the way to Macomb,

in an area that's
whiter than Wonder Bread,

with 250 keys and
no fucking driver's license?

I don't need a driver's license
to drive 250 keys, nigga.

I'm not pulling over, period.

Not only can
the cops hem you up,

but now you got Bryant
to be on the watch-out for.

That nigga just linked
with crazy-ass Henrietta,

who's not a fan of me neither.

So is it still worth
the fucking risk?

Loco saved my life, Tee.

This is our first delivery
with him.

I can't fuck this up,
or this falls back on me.

So, yes, fuck, yes,
the risk is worth the reward.

I know Hoop getting
his ass kicked.

- Hell, nah.
- Hell, yeah.

What people forget

about the "Parable
of the Prodigal Son"

is that it's
about two brothers.

One brother lost,
and the other returns.

And with Meech back,
he was calling the shots

like he was the
king of the D again.

He might've been willing
to take chances that I wasn't,

but this time,

I couldn't tell if he was just
careless as fuck

or a mastermind in the making.

I miss you, Che Che.

Hey.

When they say the universe
works in mysterious ways,

I was hoping they weren't
talking about you.

I just wanted to see
for myself if you were okay.

Well, you
must have been transporting

something pretty important
to have the PA Boys

and BMF following you.

I came back to save you.
I didn't have to, but I did.

Fuck you, Bryant.

What do you want? A thank-you?

I'm gonna find out what kind
of bullshit you're up to,

and when I do, I'm slapping
a full report on Garr's desk.

When you write that report,

make sure you add
in your confession

how you helped me replace
two bricks of cocaine

with synthetic Benzos.

Tampering with evidence
is still a fireable offence.

And I know how much

that fucking piece of tin
means to you.

I already swapped out
the fake shit with real shit...

after I found Saint's
stash next to his body.

Yeah, I learned a thing or two
working with your scurvy ass.

Well...

then you know
better than anybody

how far we'll go
for our families.

So whatever it is
you think I'm doing...

...just know I'm doing it all
to protect my son.

You getting so big, Zoe.

You looking more and more
like your mama

every time I see you.

I miss her so much.

Me too, but trust me,
she's so proud

of the young lady
you're becoming.

I think I want to be a lawyer
like Mama when I get older.

-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

You know I got you,
whatever you need.

And I'm gonna make sure

that I pay for the best college
in the world for you to go to.

I want you to always know
I got you and Tee Tee for life.

Ain't that right, baby girl?

Oh, man, we got
to clean up that mess.

Ooh, let's go.
Let's fucking go.

Give me them dice.
Give me them dice.

Mm. Give me them dice back.

Here.

Judge Darnell...

Boom did a lot of favours
to help you out, right?

Miss Taylor, your husband
is now a convicted drug dealer

and not somebody
I want to be helping.

Well, I'm not talking
about for Boom.

I'm talking about for a friend.

He's in some trouble with CPS,

and we were hoping
you could make it go away.

You realise this is
an election year, right?

Mm-hmm.

I need friends in high places,
not low ones.

Well, he's
a small-business owner

with deep ties
in the community.

You know, the kind of influence

that could help you
with re-election.

Fuck!

Ain't that a bitch.

Look, all my earnings
are yours

if you help my family out.

I got CPS coming
to the restaurant tomorrow,

and I just need
everything to go well.

Judge, this ain't
the kind of man

you should get caught
in bed with.

Would hate for you
to disappoint me.

We just rolling some dice.

I'm heading out.

Oh. Now, what is
a woman as fine as you

doing with a motherfucker
who still wets the bed?

-Excuse me?
-Watch it, bitch.

Hey, don't talk when
the grown folks is talking.

I know you fucked
with my shipment.

If it weren't
for the house rules,

I'd slit your throat
right here, right now.

As for you,

holla if you trying to get that
back cracked like a glow stick.

Get the fuck out my face.

Shit, get the fuck on my face.

Anybody home?

Hello?

Hey.

How was work?

You know, paradise as usual.

I fixed you a plate.

It's down there whenever
you're ready to eat.

Really?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

-You got funny aim.
-You got funny timing.

I appreciate you telling me

everything you know
about Terry and BMF.

Now I got something
to tell you.

Meech is back in town.

Wow.

Something big going down
for him to be back.

Mm, he must be trying to expand
outside of Michigan.

Making it a great
opportunity to strike.

He could be spread too thin.

You got a time and place?

No.

That's where you come in.

Okay. I can run surveillance.

What's your play?

One of us will follow the
shipment to their stash house,

where my guys
will ambush the weight

and kill every single
motherfucker on sight.

When it's all said and done,

I'm gonna mount Tee's head
on my dart board.

This will take BMF off the map.

My father won't have any choice
but to respect me.

Listen, I ain't interested

in getting in the middle
of whatever the fuck going on

between you and your pops.

- He's always had my back.
- Must be fucking nice.

Yo, parents just want
what's best for they kids.

We just got a funny way
of showing it sometimes.

This shit needs to go smoothly.

Would hate to have to pull
your kid's protection.

Ecorse station.
Can I help you?

Hey, Cobie.
Any luck with Kutz?

Garr said that if we keep
putting points

up on the board, he'll consider
reinstating me to DRANO.

Oh, well, I gave Kutz
the royal treatment--

cigarettes and an ice cream.

I didn't take him

for a strawberry shortcake
kind of guy.

Wait a minute. Hold on.

Are you telling me
that my entire career

hangs in the balance
over ice cream?

Sometimes it's a popsicle.

But do you know how many
confessions I've gotten

by giving a suspect ice cream?

Everybody loves ice cream.

Not me. Lactose intolerant.

So did you break Kutz?

Sadly, he lawyered up.

Rather do the time than
to snitch on his beloved PAs.

I was gonna nail him
for Saint's murder

and prove that he was
the one who carried out the hit

for Terry Flenory.

Well, now, for the good news.

Oh, thank goodness.

A patrol unit found
a torched ambulance

and uncovered
a partial VIN number.

Could it be the ambulance

that we were following
in that chase?

It could be.

It was sold at a car auction
to a guy named Lenny Edwards.

And did you get an address?

He's listed several
different residencies.

Well, let's go do
some door knocking.

Are you Captain Ian?
I'm Meech, Loco's dude.

We spoke on the phone,
remember?

Let's make this quick.

Okay.

Damn, that's a big-ass plane.

A Cessna can't exactly carry
2,500 bricks.

Wait, what?

2,500?

Javier told me it was
only supposed to be 250.

Nope, Javier said 2,500.

Go take a look for yourself.

Oh, shit.

I'm also gonna need
a lift to my hotel.

I'm wheels up in 24 hours.

Hello?

Tee, the recipe
got fucked up, man.

We accidentally got
ten times more eggs in it.

Wait, what?
What--what do you mean ten?

We don't have enough pans.

Shit got lost
in translation, man.

W-what's the point
of an interpreter

if he can't fucking
speak English?

Nigga, we can't worry
about that right now.

Right now we need
more busboys and cooks

at all our restaurants.

I already got busboys
flying in from Atlanta.

We don't have no time
for shit, Tee.

We got 24 hours
to sell these eggs

and get the cook his money.

Demetrius,
we do not have the setup.

We ain't got no choice, nigga.

We gonna have
to slash the prices

to meet the deadline,
period, point blank.

But we'll barely make a profit.

Nigga, it don't matter.

Something is better
than nothing.

Call all your boys
from Ohio and Lansing

and tell them
we need to call a meeting.

No. No, I-I can't do that.

I got CPS coming
to the restaurant any minute.

I'm not about to risk
losing Terry Jr.

because of their fuck-up.

Nigga, this is do or die.

It's called hustling
for a fucking reason.

This fucking nigga.

Yo, my man.

Trying to make
some extra dough?

No, I'm good.

Hold on, hold on, man.

Look, all I need to do is use
your truck for the night.

I'm gonna bring it
right back here,

parked in the same spot,
full tank of gas.

Key's in the ignition.

Hey, you seen me?

Seen who?

Fight.

Nikki's not good.

-It's stuck.
-It's okay.

That's, like,
the third time you lost.

-Whatever.
-You need to put that away.

It's okay. You just don't know
how to play it.

Yes, I do.

I'm gonna teach you
how to play it.

-No, you don't.
-You don't teach nobody.

You just tried to show me
you playing, and you lost.

But that's what you said to do.

Nicole.

- What--what is going on?
- What? Nothing.

-Where is your father?
-Pops is still at work.

I'm sure you all need
to be home by the time

the streetlights come on.

So goodbye, everyone.

Ooh.

- Bye, Nicole.
- Bye.

Next time

I'll teach you how to handle
the joystick better.

Uh, goodbye, Breeze!

Get home safely.

Thanks for having me.

Nicole...

you cannot have boys over
without my permission.

I told you that my friends
were coming over, though.

Yeah, but there is
no "boy" in "friends."

Girl, you better fix your face.

Mm, mm, mm.
Jesus, give me strength.

Yo, you not gonna help?

Hands are full.

Could you grab me another bag
of chips from in there?

Hey, Diesel, I appreciate
you coming out here, man.

Meech speaks very highly
of you.

No doubt, man.

It feel good to be
back home in the D,

even though it's just
for a minute.

Look, fellas, we're in an
unprecedented time right now.

So we're gonna have to sell

double the amount
for half the price.

More like half of half.

Look, we in a flood,
not a drought.

So we got to adjust based
on weather conditions.

Exactly.

BMF has always
and will always be known

for having the best product.

So tell everyone that this
is a one-time press special.

Oh, shit, shit.

Look, I need everyone
to just fucking play along.

Just--just play along,
all right?

All right, so what--what
would you, uh, like to order?

Uh, can I get the ribs
with the mashed potatoes

-and a grape Faygo?
-All right.

Uh, could you hold
the onions, please?

Because you forgot
that last time.

All right.

Let me get a large side salad.

I got to start
watching what I eat.

And we'll need separate checks.

Mr. Flenory.

Hey.
Excuse me, guys, for a second.

Hey, Miss Murray.

Welcome to my restaurant.
It's great to see you.

As you can see,
it's a family spot.

It's quaint.

Please, have a seat.
Make yourself comfortable.

Uh, I don't know if you had
a second to check out the menu.

I would recommend
our most popular dish.

It's the mac and cheese.

Uh, waiter, take
two of those as well.

I need to use the restroom.

Pull in here.

Are you serious?

It'll just take a minute.

Make it quick.

Oh, shit.

What the fuck
is Bryant doing here, man?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fucking pick up.

Pick up, pick up, pick up,
pick up, pick up, pick up.

Shit, we got trouble,
But I got an idea.

I see you've made
some adjustments.

But over 70% of new restaurants

fail in the first six months.

How will you support your son
if this fails?

Well, one thing I would like
for you to know about me is...

no matter what happens
with this restaurant,

I'll always be a good father.

Waiting on that mac and cheese.

Um, excuse me for a second.

Yo, if you motherfuckers
don't stop playing,

the next plate of ribs
is gonna be your fucking ribs.

Shit.

Oh, hey.

You leaving so soon?

We'll be in touch, Mr. Flenory.

Well, thanks for stopping by.

I'll--I'll get that for you.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

You have a good one.

All right, motherfuckers,
this restaurant is closed.

Everyone get the fuck out.

Look, fellas,
I'm gonna need y'all

to find every driver
that you can.

If there's anyone in the back
with a license that can drive,

you grab them, too.

Rollie, you gonna hit
the road with us, all right?

Okay.

Sterl, we--we
appreciate you, man.

We're just gonna need some
of your crew and a stash spot.

-That's cool?
-Always. Got you.

Come on, boys.

Come on, motherfucker. Come on.

God damn, Pilot.

It took you long enough.

I had to lay it on thick.
Just watch.

Sir, you mind rolling down
your window?

Listen, man,
I'm a cop in Ecorse.

You got a badge?

I don't have it on me,
but I can show you my card.

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay.
-Get out of the car.

Look, man,
there's a known drug dealer

in that van with drugs in it.

Oh, really?

Because the pilot said you've
been following 'em for miles,

and he was afraid
that you were gonna rob 'em.

Rob 'em?

Look here, I'm telling you,

you're profiling
the wrong fucking dude.

-This shit registered?
-Man, fuck the gun, man.

They're gonna get away.

Hands behind your back.

Bryant got
to learn not to mess with me.

Charles, you fixing
the drywall?

I never thought
I'd live to see the day.

I'm just doing what you asked.

Wow.

"If your last name
isn't Flenory,

you may not go upstairs."

Well, as a Flenory, I'm not
sure where this is coming from,

but I ain't sneaking up no--

No, I'm--Our daughter
had boys over unsupervised.

-Who?
-Breeze from school.

Oh, I talked to him.

He's a fine young man.

Quiet, the way I like it.

Yeah, you were
a fine young man once,

-and look at where that got us.
-Ah...

You know, speaking of the past,

I saw that check
from Dr. Montclair.

When you were planning
on telling me

you two had reconnected?

I know
you're not questioning me

after all you done with Mabel.

I'm not looking for a fight.

I'm trying to move forward,

hoping we can be honest
with each other.

He's here on rotation
at the Downriver Hospital.

I ran into him volunteering
at the mobile clinic.

Ain't it interesting that a man
who was always feeling you

suddenly rolls into town
when we separated?

I was being honest, Charles.

You being ridiculous.

Oh, come on, Lucille.

Your face is really loud
right now.

Just say it.

Bryant's not picking up.
Called his ass a few times.

I knew I couldn't trust
that bald-headed bastard.

End of the day, he's a cop,
just like my pops.

Yeah, well, what
the fuck are we gonna do

-about BMF's shipment?
-Fucking nothing.

Bryant was supposed to be
following that shipment.

We ain't got shit
on those fuckers.

I warned his ass
not to fuck with me.

What up, doe?

Hey.

Damn.

Yo, what up?

Look, all right,
once we unload this,

we're gonna hit
the stash spots.

Some of your homies
from Atlanta

is gonna be meeting us there.

I knew you was gonna
figure this shit out.

Yeah. How was the drive?

Besides Bryant tailing me,
everything was all good.

See, I-I told you
to be on the lookout

for that nigga and Henri.

It don't even matter, though,
'cause he got arrested.

-Stop playing.
-Nah, for real.

Yo, imagine him and
his son sharing the same cell.

Man, you fucking
stupid as fuck, man.

I swear to God.

I got the pilot at the hotel.

After we done
counting Loco's money,

the pilot will fly it
back to Atlanta.

Getting all this done
in 24 hours is gonna be tight.

Damn straight, but at least
everything gonna be in place.

Impressing Loco is priceless.

Right.

Mr. Edwards?

Yes?

Hi.

We're Detectives Amberson
and Jin.

We want to talk to you
about an ambulance

you bought at a car auction.

Um, no, you got
the wrong address.

Guess we're getting
some hot-fudge sundaes

on the way back.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

See you won't take no
for an answer.

You must forget
I'm a businesswoman

and an image maker.

You know, one of the many hats
that I wear.

True, true.

Boom wasn't shit
before he met you.

Right.

But what is it
about that Flenory kid

that's so important to you?

Well, for one, I don't want
to see another Black father

separated from his children
due to systematic failures.

Terry is a good man
and a good father...

unlike you.

What's this?

Copies of illegal bribes
you took from drug dealers.

You know, I was thinking,

if this gets
into the wrong hands,

say, like your opponent's,

I don't think your political
career could take such a hit.

And don't even think
I'm bluffing.

I made copies.

Thanks for the drink.

Hand counting was
more accurate than machines.

Tee and I didn't always agree
on everything,

but when it came to this,
we did.

But even two brothers
counting at Godspeed

would still take
a whole motherfucking day.

You good?

Never been better.

You put
the thousand-dollar stacks

with a rubber band
in the middle.

Then when you get five of them,

you rubber-band those together
on each end.

Once you started to stack them,

they were thicker and higher

than a row
of King James Bibles.

Uh, sit your ass over there.

I'ma teach you
how to count that shit.

We eventually
taught everyone to hand-count

and neatly stack
the money the way we did.

Tee and I were meticulous.
That's why plugs loved us.

Our crew stayed loyal,
which is why the whole world

would eventually know
our names.

Hey.

Thank--thank you so much.

I just--uh, I really appreciate
you taking the time.

I-I know you're busy.

Anything for you, Lucille.
You know that.

Come on in.

I was just worried
about Nicole,

because, you know, she's having
boys over to the house now.

And, you know, I just--

I-I-I want her to graduate
from high school

and--and have better
opportunities than I did.

I remember what it was like
to be young and in love.

Me too.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Girl, do you remember
how nervous I was at our prom?

- You were not.
- Yes, I was.

- No.
- You looked so damn good.

I remember thinking to myself,

how did a guy like me
get so lucky?

Well,
I-I was pretty lucky, too.

So...

what does Charles think about
Nicole going on birth control?

Well, I wanted
a professional opinion first.

- I see.
- Mm-hmm.

How is Charles otherwise?

Um...

I mean, he works a lot and--

Did he end up going into music?

I mean, he was such
a talented guitarist.

No, he didn't.

I mean, you--you were
the only one from our class

who actually achieved
what he set out to do.

Well, you know,
the meaning of achieving

changes as you get older.

Just 'cause someone's goal
looks different

-doesn't mean they fail.
-Hmm.

We both know life
is full of surprises...

some better than others.

Yes, indeed.

You know, I-I better get
out of here.

- Um, I got, uh...
- Yes.

...things to do.

Always a pleasure seeing you.

Thank you, Reece.

You're welcome, Luce.

-Yes.
-Yep.

Man, we did it, Tee.

We really livin' in our own
American dream, dawg.

You know, the craziest part
about all of this

is that we made less on 2,500
than we would have on 500.

And so the fuck what?

Nigga, our reputation's
still intact.

We created our own demand
with supply.

Nigga, and Loco only hired us
'cause we move fast.

You can't put a price tag
on that shit, Tee.

So, moving forward, we can sell
weight at any size.

See, you only see
the small picture, Tee.

You still watching cartoons
while I'm at the movies.

Whatever, nigga.

Yeah, ain't nothing
like the D,

but Atlanta's still cool.

You should come
through sometime.

I don't know, man.

I got to wait till
all this CPS shit rolls over.

Well, yo, I'm about
to bounce, though.

-I got dinner with Markisha.
-No, you not, nigga.

-Fuck you mean?
-Nikki made us dinner--

me, Lawanda, Mama, and Pops.

And why the fuck would she
tell you and not just call me?

Shit, because I'm still
Granny's, Mama's,

and Nikki's favourite.

Whatever, nigga.

See you soon, baby bro.

'Kisha, you here?

I'm here, Tee.

Oh, my God.

You look gorgeous.

Thank you.

Hey.

So...

sit down.

I have some news.

All right.

I was able to meet
with Judge Darnell again.

Okay.

And he agreed
on a reasonable donation

to make your CPS issue go away.

For real?

Mm-hmm.

Thank you so much, for real.

I told you
I always got your back.

Now, you might have to put some
of his campaign posters

in the restaurant, but--

I mean, I don't care.

I would hang up all his
little ugly baby pictures

all around that restaurant.

I really appreciate
you coming through.

Of course.

So what fancy restaurant are
we going to to celebrate?

About dinner tonight,
um, Meech is in town.

Now my folks are throwing
a family dinner.

The world does not revolve
around Meech.

Nikki really planned it,
though.

And I ain't even know
about it till now.

You runnin' shit now. I don't
know why you don't act like it.

You need to see yourself
the way I see you, Tee,

like a fucking boss.

You're right.

Thank you for always
believing in me.

Now, look, just 'cause we can't
go to dinner tonight...

Mm-hmm.

...don't mean I can't enjoy
something first.

What in the world is this?

Oh, Nikki made
dinner all by herself.

Oh, smells great, baby.

What a nice surprise!

- Smells mighty fine.
- Mmm!

That's not the only surprise.

Ooh.

Oh, my goodness.

-Meechie!
-Mama, I missed you.

I missed you, baby.

- Here you go.
- Hey.

Oh, my whole family
in one room.

Mm.

- Pops, how you doing?
- All right, man.

Wanda, you glowing.

Hey, guys, uh,
I got some good news, too.

So everything with CPS
is starting to work out.

TJ's going to be with us.

- Oh, thank God.
- Oh, my goodness.

Whoo, the Lord is just
blessing this family.

- Yeah.
- Mm, mm, mm.

Uh, let's start
by saying grace.

- Okay. All right.
- Okay.

Dear Heavenly Father, I thank
You for blessing this food.

I ask that it goes
for the nourishment

of our bodies and souls.

I ask that You help us
to come out as a stronger,

healthier, happier family.

Mm.

In Jesus' name,
I pray, amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Okay, Nikki,
you sound grown now.

That's because I am.

Oh, no, you still got a few
more years to be a child.

Don't rush it.

I didn't rush it.

It was the adults around me
who rushed me.

That's why I organised
this dinner, actually,

because I'm just tired

of everyone's newfound
obsession with me.

Nobody even paid attention
to me

until Meech
and Terry moved out.

I think you're exaggerating
a bit, Nicole.

You mean like
when you make assumptions

about me and Breeze?

Or when you think
that me wearing tampons

is going
to make me into a whore,

but Meech and Terry
have been having babies

since before they
could legally drink.

Meech has two babies
by two different women,

and Terry has been messing
around with some old Jezebel

while Wanda was pregnant.

Listen, we're being hard on you

because we're
trying to protect you.

From what?

Both of my brothers
are drug dealers.

And my first boyfriend

got stabbed to death
in front of me.

And y'all are getting a divorce

because Pops cheated
with Miss Mabel, so...

-Hey, that--that's enough.
-Now stop it, Nicole.

I seem to be the only one
in this family

who ever really tells
the truth.

Pops, you know Mama been making
goo-goo eyes at some doctor

at the church's mobile clinic?

How dare you?

Go to your room, Nicole.

Happily.

Well, that went very well.

Don't try to make me laugh.

Come on, Nikki, talk to me.

Everybody keeps asking me
if Breeze is my boyfriend.

Honestly, I don't even--

I'm afraid to even have
a boyfriend

'cause I don't want him
to end up like Darius.

Nikki, I--

I still feel terrible
about that.

Then why you keep doing this?

Why don't you just get out?

I made a pact with myself
a long time ago

that I would never let
nobody dictate my life

or tear our family apart.

All I want...

is for everybody
to just stop putting

their bad behaviour on me.

Sometimes I wish y'all
would just leave me alone.

Trust me, I know what you mean.

When I was here, I felt
like I was suffocating, too.

You saying I should run away?

Hell, no.

I'm just saying that when
it was me, I had to bounce.

But you can't go nowhere.

But I promise you,

I'm gonna be
a better big brother, okay?

I love you, Nikki.

I love you, too, Meechie.

Is it too late?

No.

No, not at all.

I practically live here.

-Please come in.
-Reece...

-Look, I was going to--
-I just wanted to--

Listen, I-I-I have not been
completely honest with you.

Charles and I are separated.

And--and i-it's all new.

And I just been trying
to navigate everything

with the kids and--
and all that.

And--and ever since we
reconnected, it just feels so--

Right.

Yes.

And maybe God
is closing one door

so He can open another one.

My feelings never went away
for you, Lucille, all right?

You have been
in my heart and on my mind

since the day you walked
out of my life.

We should stop.

Whenever you're ready.

Hey, press the button.

-Stop. Don't elbow me.
-Now look here.

Stop.

Meech, she sucks.

You just terrible at this game.
Nikki, I don't what they--

-Hey, Mama. How you doing?
-Hey.

Hey, Mama.

Hey.

Why you staring
at us like that, Mama?

I'm just--

I'm just so happy to see
all my babies under one roof.

We ain't babies anymore.

Well, you my babies.

-We love you, Mama.
-I love you more.

Yeah, Nikki,
but you play like a baby.

Stop. Okay, can you let
Mama get up the steps?

Let me just show you.
Let me just show you.

- It is my turn still!
- No, no, no, no!

Where'd you go?

Um, I just went out
for some fresh air.

You feel better?

Yes.

And also, no.

Good night, Lucille.

Do the combo.

He don't know shit.

Whoo, let's go!

- What up, Rollie Rol?
- What up, doe?

Let's go.
Come on, you can get this next.

Yo, I got to talk to y'all
about something real quick.

Give us a sec, Nicole.

Yeah, play by yourself.

Oh, I've been thinking
a lot about the night

you saved my life, dawg.

And I still got
your ass for life.

But ever since I had my kid,

I'm thinking it's time for me
to step away.

It's all good, Rollie.
You got your own family now.

For real? You ain't mad, Meech?

What the hell
are we mad at, man?

Look, you got your own family
to take care of.

You got to do
what's best for them.

Besides, nigga, you live
across the street.

We know where to find you
if we need your goofy ass.

True that, true that.

Shit, but y'all know I'm always
gonna be here

for your mom,
pops, and Nikki, right?

You know we know that.

-We love you, dawg.
-I love you, too.

Sure.

Besides, that don't mean
I can't whup Nikki

in a game real quick.

Hey, yo, Meech, I think
I'm gonna roll with you to ATL.

Besides, half the operation
is mine, anyway.

But I got to make sure
you ain't fucking shit up

and you doing shit properly.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay, sure, come on down.

-All right, buddy.
-Fuck you, nigga.

Hey, I got to to take this,
Rollie.

Kick his ass for me.

Got you.

What up, doe?

Yo, it's Stacks.

Oh, man,
I just want to apologise

for how I snapped off
the other day, bro.

Man, I've been stressing
like a motherfucker.

But, anyway, I heard you
put Duffy and Diesel on.

And like a man, I want to
admit that I was wrong.

And I'm wondering
if I can get back down

with the operation again.

Yeah, but I ain't doing this
for you.

It's for Ty's widow
and his kids.

Nice, nice.

Look, man, I appreciate this.

Yeah, it's cool.
And I'll be back soon.

And I'm bringing
my brother with me.

Okay, cool.

-That's tight.
-All right, bet.

Meech and his brother
coming to town.

It's gonna be crazy.

What the
fuck that mean?

It means niggas talk shit,
but don't get shit done.

God gets shit done,
don't even need to talk.

So then we got a deal then?

You help me kill Meech...

and I'll help you kill Remi.

Bet.

And I'll throw Meech brother in
for the free.

Then me and you can talk biz.

He said
he's very impressed
with your driving.

Mm.

Can we go?

No, that's what
you're supposed to do.

Stop! You got to let me play.

Kick her ass, Rollie.
Kick her ass.

-Already know.
-Get him.

Another name
for the prodigal son

is the lost son,

but not in the way
you think of it.

Lost, as in learning
the discipline of being found.

And after the last 24 hours,

we made history,
and I was on my way

to becoming the man
I've always wanted to be--

a fucking icon.