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So you need to pay a new member fee.

We'll check the money outside.

Get these niggas some dessert.

Introducing MC Dynamite!

When I heard that verse about the sperm

that fertilized the egg?

Come on, I never heard a verse like that before in my life!

Monica.

This is our CEO, Tom Silverman.

Pleasure to meet you.

I think you got big star potential.

- I wanna get you in the studio. - Word?

Jerome?

There's a tiny little sliver of land.

Got minerals in it.

And there's an energy company

wants to take it off my hands, bad.

What other fairy tales you got

to tell me about O-hi-o?

Fairy tales do come true, baby.

You look beautiful.

This might be the first time I see you

without a book in your hand.

What would Vine and Bobby think?

Me being here with you.

You wanna tell 'em?

Why not?

You know, when I spoke to Monica

and Tom at the label...

A single, it's not moving like they hoped it would.

It's over.

We're dropping you.

You want your shit back?

I want that money.

Shurrie, what you doing here?

- Dennis, wait... - You gotta go right now!

I'm pregnant.

Get lucky?

You got the good shit?

Next time.

Damn, Shank, why you gotta play this type of bullshit, yo?

Nigga, you ain't never heard of rap before?

Y'all niggers never heard of raising your consciousness?

Broadening your horizons?

This shit right here is eclectic.

Hey, Mecca.

Girl, I got you.

Nice.

I need you to play something good.

Nobody's dancing, so bump it up, please.

Where the fuck you find this DJ, yo?

- That's 4th. - He Keisha cousin.

He be DJing all the house parties in the Ville.

That nigga cool and all, but shit,

don't got shit on New York.

- Know what I'm sayin', nigga? - No, but he ain't in New York,

and neither is you.

I guess you're lucky, then.

My ex just got here.

A'ight.

Do you want me to, uh, say something to him, or...

No, no, no, no, I just wanted you to know.

Yo, you've been in there for, like, half an hour.

Come on.

Someone told me

it was about time for a pilgrimage to Mecca.

Wassup?

You ain't returning my pages.

Yo, yo.

You good, baby?

Yeah. I'm good.

I think it's time for you to leave.

Me?

Leave?

Nah, nigga, you fuckin' confused.

You still ain't pay your new nigga tax.

That's my bitch,

and this right here is my town.

Naw, nigga.

It's my town.

A'right.

You wanna do it that way?

It's been a while since I danced,

but I'll be real happy to show you my moves,

know'mean?

Real happy.

Get the fuck up outta here.

Get the fuck up, nigga. Get the fuck outta here.

Get the fuck outta here, nigga.

Party's over.

Get the fuck out.

Damn, son.

Now, where everybody go?

You good?

What, you think I ain't never seen

a nigga get his ass whupped?

I mean, I ain't never seen that nigga get his ass whupped.

I've been dreaming about it, but...

Why you all mad and shit, then?

Because you shut the party down.

In my defense, I woulda shut that shit down

if that motherfuckin' DJ kept, you know what I'm saying?

- Aw, please. - Just 'cause you from New York,

you think you own hip-hop.

Hey, we are the originators of that shit, a'ight?

And don't you forget.

You know, I listened to your song the other day.

Where you find that shit at?

My neighbor found a copy of a copy.

I liked it.

For real, I did,

and you know I'd tell you if I didn't.

How come you don't make music no more, Prince Rakeem?

I ain't no prince no more.

But I am the king around here.

I got my queen.

Right by my side, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I do.

So, uh, I'll pick you up from work tomorrow?

Cool. I get off at 5:00.

All right.

Just fucking go home, yo.

We 'bout to send you home, nigga.

In a box.

This my town.

Bobby?

The hell is going on down here?

Nothing, Mommy, I'm just...

Just packing some stuff up for Mecca.

I can keep it down.

What did you do this time?

Well.

He's alive.

All right.

What else... what else they say?

Suspect still at large.

This what you do?

Shoot people and run from city to city?

I thought musicians pulled guitar strings,

not triggers.

That other boy you shot in New York, Atilla?

He didn't tell on you, even after he got locked up.

This cat went straight to the cops,

which means it's only a matter of time

before they find out who you are

and where you're at.

See, that's why I'm trying to get outta town.

No.

You need to turn yourself in.

Yo, what?

You think I wanna risk losing you?

You keep going down the path you're on,

you're already lost.

Tell your side of the story. It's your only chance.

Jerome!

Now's not the time.

If there was ever a time, it's now.

Might be the last proper drink he has for a minute.

Could you call that lawyer you were telling me about?

Olivito?

You know how expensive he is?

Y'all, I don't need y'all payin' for no lawyer.

A'ight?

Yo, I did this.

I'm not no little kid. I did this.

Bobby, I just need you to...

Be quiet.

For a minute.

What's going on?

How bad is it now, Bobby? Hmm?

Bobby?

Why isn't breakfast ready?

I was just about to make it for you.

We're having cereal today.

- Cereal? - Mm-hmm. Let's go.

So when do you wanna take him to the station?

What you wanna watch?

Nothing, really.

Oh, how about this?

No, just turn it off.

I can't get into that shit when they got my mans locked up

and a clown-ass snitch nigga's

walking around like shit buttermilk, right?

Okay.

You need to let that go.

Like, you're about to be a father.

I know that, Rie. Come on.

This is my... this is my main priority, a'ight?

I ain't gonna do nothin' stupid, but...

Bobby need that bail money, though.

Yeah, I know.

Here we go.

- Hey, Miss Diggs. - Hi, Mommy.

Lawyer should be here soon.

We need to clean things up around here.

Yes, ma'am.

Open slide design, alloy frame,

locking block barrel, direct feed

from the double stack magazine.

Effective within 160 feet.

You know, in case a wild buck comes chargin' at ya.

Yeah, we can't have no buck charging at me.

Boys don't seem much like hunters.

What's your game?

Hell, we ain't playin' no game, son.

Lost a member of our hunting party is all.

We like Venison.

Yeah.

Your rifle slug doesn't kill your prey,

put one of these rounds in his skull.

Hey, what's good with that one behind you on the wall?

For that one there, boys, I'm gonna have to see your ID.

State ID.

Yo, give him your shit, son.

It's all I got.

Pizza card? Seriously?

Yeah, fuck all that, then.

Let me just get these, then, and some bullets, a'ight?

All right.

Let's call that 620 even.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Hunters my ass.

Let 'em go kill each other.

Few less coons in the world, good by me.

Oh, Ma, here, let me help you.

- No. - Don't interrupt your studies.

Studies?

I could've passed the GED as a freshman.

Okay, he's early.

Um, go get the, uh, dipping sauce.

Mrs. Diggs?

Dominick Olivito.

I know. Please, come in.

Thank you.

You know, I've been to over a dozen houses

here on Fifth Street, and I have to say,

yours is by far the tidiest.

Thank you.

- - Boy or girl? - Boy.

Mr. Olivito, um, I appreciate you taking time.

I know that you're very busy.

I'm gonna be brutally honest with you, Mrs. Diggs.

I read Bobby's file.

Closely resembles dozens of cases

across my desk every week.

It doesn't sit well with me

when I get a young man acquitted

and he plunges himself deeper into trouble,

becoming a menace to society.

It, uh, ruins my reputation

and credibility amongst my peers.

I bet that money you make

sits real nice in your bank account.

Okay, Bobby's not a bad soul,

he's just been making some bad decisions,

and if you knew him, you would see that.

Well.

You can tell a lot from how a man lives.

Can I see his room?

Well, of course.

Uh, excuse the mess.

He's normally more organized than this.

What's in here?

Those are his records.

- May I? - Please.

He had a record deal. Briefly.

Music is the most important thing in the world to him.

At least, it was.

Thank you, Mrs. Diggs.

- Sure. - Oh... kay.

Hey, yo, get up. No sleeping.

No! He's my friend!

- Rules is rules. - This is my house.

Not when we paying you rent it's not.

Hey, yo, if you ain't gonna cop no more,

you gotta get out.

Yo, you too, son. This ain't no magazine stand.

Come on. Come on.

Damn, son, y'all need some air fresheners here.

For them or for you, nigga?

Man, shut up.

Hey, homes, yo, you got this shit

on some Fort Knox shit, man.

Yeah, 'cause it turn out this spot like a gold mine, son.

Let me see them nuggets.

31.

How much you bring back?

Shit, we got the hookup, son.

That nigga U-God get his shit straight from Bolivia.

Shit, at least that's what I heard, son.

Yeah, U-God still messin' with them Latin chicks?

Yeah, you should see his latest one, son.

Them titties is out to here, son.

Hey, yo, what's up with Bobby's bail, man?

We still ain't there yet, son.

Man.

I can't believe them niggas even snitched on Bobby, man.

Steubenville niggas ain't got no code.

Buncha airheads.

Shit.

Hey, yo, where you goin', son?

Back, nigga.

To New York?

Yeah, son, I got some pussy waitin' on me right now.

Hey, yo,

you 'bout to drive six hours 'cause you got some chick

waiting for you back in New York?

Nah, son.

She out there waitin' in the car right now.

She came for the ride.

And we not just talkin' about any pussy.

Yo, we talkin' about the best pussy of all time,

I'm telling you!

Please.

Hey, yo, son. I'ma let you handle them.

All right, stay safe... Nah, bro.

Oh, shit, nigga back down here?

Yo, peanut!

What up, baby?

How's the leg, bro?

How's the leg.

Hafta start callin' you Super Shank, baby.

Word.

'Sup?

Why are y'all standing around?

How's business?

Shit's still slow out here.

Even with that punk-ass nigga Bobby locked up?

Even in the snow, everyone's still going

to them New York niggas.

Hey, yo!

Hey, shut the fuck up!

The fuck is that?

How the fuck that shit get up in here?

Shit, homie.

Getting' in this bitch is easy.

It's getting out that's hard.

Diggs!

You got a visitor.

Good morning, Mr. Diggs.

My name is Dominick Olivito.

So you're my new lawyer?

You know,

you don't much resemble the drawing on the album cover.

I'm guessing my mom showed you.

She's very proud.

Even through her worry, I can see that.

So about my case...

I'm... I'm not here to discuss your case.

Haven't agreed to take it yet.

I promised your mom I'd at least meet with you.

So you're here to play games.

I'm not.

Are you?

You're facing attempted murder.

Before this incident, did you ever shoot anyone?

Yeah.

But it was in self-defense.

Just like this was.

So what, you're this innocent victim

who's constantly being bullied

and is forced to defend himself by shooting?

Hey, look, man, uh,

I've done my share of bad.

I've lied to my friends, my family,

I've sold drugs.

Yeah, but I don't deserve to be sitting

eight years in prison for defending myself.

Do I?

Why do you carry a gun, Bobby?

Look, in my neighborhood, more people carry guns than ID.

I guess it's a sign of identity, power.

A sense of not losing the fight.

Well, your next fight, it's, uh,

not gonna be in the streets.

It's gonna be in a courtroom.

It's gonna be your word against the victim's.

Does that scare you?

I'm not afraid of any questions anybody got.

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Why do you own a Kenny Loggins album?

What?

Why do you own

a Kenny Loggins album?

- Shit, I don't... - I don't know, man.

Because he's a great American songwriter.

Well, ain't that the truth?

Guard?

No way.

So... so you'll take my case?

You know,

you have your mother's eyes.

Yo!

Hey, yo, Bobby?

It's ready.

Jefferson County's finest pruno.

Come and hit this, New York.

I thought musicians pulled guitar strings,

not triggers.

How come you don't make music

no more, Prince Rakeem?

I ain't no prince no more.

Hey, yo, yo.

Y'all seeing this shit?

Caterpillar locked itself up in its own box.

Guess it figured there was no point

in fighting the inevitable.

I'm sayin', though,

you always talking shit on us.

New York this, New York that.

Yo, is Staten Island even really part of New York?

'Cause I heard it's really New Jersey.

Nigga...

What?

Least we got Dean Martin.

Nigga came from Steubenville.

Who y'all got from Staten Island that's famous?

- Son, we got the Gambinos... - Real gangsters, know'mean?

And them niggas don't snitch.

Get the fuck outta here.

Yo, fuck you think this is, nigga, "Deer Hunter"?

Nah.

Gonna need a .22 to shoot a deer.

How you know that?

Shit. From hunting.

Wait, you was for real before?

What, y'all... Y'all motherfuckers

really eat that shit?

Yeah, what else we gonna do with it?

I thought this shit

was just for decoration.

Yo, we set on Bobby's bail, so I'ma get this...

Get this over to his mom's, a'ight?

Hey, yo, Marsha!

Go open the door!

Tell them fiends we closed for the night.

Your rent don't come with door service, playboy.

Yo, shut the f...

Always talkin' shit.

Hey, yo!

Hey, yo, who the fuck is it, son?

We closed, motherfuck...

Shutting you down, New York.

Gun!

Motherfuck...

Fuckin' kill these niggas!

Hey! We gotta go!

Get outta here!

Shit! Go! Go!

Where the fuck y'all going?

You fuck... shit!

No... no...

Lights out!

Yo, Bobby Diggs!

Bobby Diggs!

Yo, whassup?

Word on the street is your man D-Lover got hit.

Yo, what the...

Yo, what you mean he got hit?

Yo!

Yo, what you mean he got hit?

Nah, man, for real.

Not trying to bring you bad news.

I just thought you should know about your mans.

Is he, uh, is he good?

I don't know.

All right.

Hey, yo.

Hey, yo, guard!

Hey, let me get a phone call, man!

Yo, let me get a phone call...

Shut the fuck up or you're going to the hole!

Please, his name is Dennis.

- Dennis Coles. - I heard you.

As I explained, I can only give out

information about patients to relatives.

Okay, but he's the father of my child.

Are you married?

What difference does it make?

Baby, why don't you take a seat?

- No, Ma, I... - I got this.

He was shot.

Anyone who comes in with a gunshot wound,

we have to report to the police.

I understand completely.

Can you at least tell us how he's doing?

- As I just said... - Is he stable?

I cannot give any information...

Can you tell us how he's...

- - For the love of God! - Mommy!

- Shurrie? Is it... - I think it...

Okay, I need you to get a doctor.

The baby's coming.

All right, come on. Remember your breathing?

You remember your breathing. All right, yes.

In form. Breathing in.

Breathing in, breathing out.

Hey.

How you feeling?

I'm a'ight.

Hey, what happened to you?

There's someone I want you to meet.

Oh, shit.

- Let me hold 'em. - Yeah.

I know.

Okay.

Yo, my...

My... my backpack.

Hey, yo, where... Where my backpack at?

Wise gave it to my mom.

All the money was inside,

and she gonna post Bobby's bail.

The police want to talk to you, though.

I ain't got shit to say to no police.

We gotta make a decision.

About a name.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know, I know we gotta...

You know, make a decision.

I was thinking Dennis Jr.?

Nah.

There ain't gonna be no Dennis Jr.

Then what?

I don't know yet.

They didn't have tea,

so I got you some hot water with lemon.

Thank you.

- It's okay, baby. - That baby.

Oh, come here.

Come here, baby. It's okay.

I got you.

I got you.

The fuck is you doing here?

I was just asking myself that same question.

I ain't ever wanna set foot in one of these

motherfuckin' places again, you feel me?

Yeah. Yeah, I feel you.

I don't think so.

You know, when I was growing up in this town,

we had gambling dens and bootleggers,

but not like this crack gang foolery.

I tried to take your mother away from all of that.

You had to just bring it right back

to her doorstep, didn't you?

She didn't even tell Divine about any of this.

She doesn't want him to worry and lose focus

since he's so close to getting up

out that halfway house.

But I come bearing good news.

Your boy Dennis is copacetic, your nephew is healthy,

Shurrie is doing just fine... Your mom's with 'em both.

And we got that bail money.

Bobby.

You hear me?

You're getting out.

Yeah, I hear you.

I hear you.

I heard that first part you said about Dennis

getting shot hustling for my bail money.

I heard that part you said about

you putting your house up as collateral

to pay for my lawyer.

And for what?

Can't love a woman and not love the children.

Yeah, but I'm going on trial, Jerome,

and as a Black man, you know what my odds are.

Bobby, when you get locked up,

you start to become institutionalized.

You give in to the system.

I've been there. But you gotta fight it.

I did, and look where I'm at now.

But you wasn't facing attempted murder, were you?

No.

But when you tell your story...

Hey, yo, C. O.!

Hey, yo! C. O.!

Bobby, a man doesn't know he's a man

until he becomes a man.

Most of us get locked up when we're boys

and grow up in the prison.

Never learn how to be an adult.

Is that the fate you wanna seal?

My fate will be my fate, right?

At least y'all won't have to worry

about me fuckin' y'all up.

Oh, and you can take that lawyer money

and the bail money, and you start

to get this family back on track, a'ight?

We are using the lawyer money

and the bail money to get this family back on track!

Bobby. Bobby!

Hey, yo.

Pour me one.

- Yo, Bobby. - You want some more?

Told you we gave him too much.

Hey, yo, where's the butterfly?

Yeah, Dr. Dolittle caught it

and put it up in the cup.

We keeping it as a pet.

Why you trippin'?

Damn.

We was gonna grow old together.

Hey, yo!

Yo, C. O.!

Well.

Now that this battle's over,

we gotta get prepared for the war.

You gotta get yourself cleaned up.

Hey, yo.

Who you think he look like?

I don't know yet.

He kinda look like Darius, don't he?

Yeah, kinda.

Hey, yo.

Grab my finger, little man.

Come on, at least reach for it, then.

See? He's perfect.

Damn.

Yeah, son, I know.

Bobby, you wanna hold him?

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Hey, yo, go... - Go wash your hands first, son.

Hey, yo.

You ever hear Mommy say that babies give off

a certain pheromone that... That brings joy?

I don't know nothing about no pheromones, but joy?

Yeah.

- Well, let's see, little man. - Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. What up, nephew?

Oh, Yeah.

You okay?

Welcome home, man.

What y'all thinking about naming him?

- Infinite. - 'Cause I'ma live forever.

His name's Infinite 'cause we're gonna be forever.

- You know what I mean. - Come on now.

Infinite, huh?

Hey, that's a cool rap name too, little man.

What you doing down here?

Is it okay if I sleep in your room tonight?

Why?

Aren't you used to sleeping

with other people in the same room?

Isn't that what jail's like?

Hey, yo, you...

You don't ever have to worry about that.

You ain't never going to jail, you hear me?

Yeah.

What about you?

You going back?

That's not in my control.

Like a lot of other things.

You know, I guess that's why I like

this type of equipment so much.

I can make it do what I want it to do.

Let me show you something.

I can time travel...

I can transform...

How come you ain't never showed me this before?

I don't know.

How come you ain't never asked?

Go ahead and... Go ahead and do your thing.

Yeah.

Let's see what you got.

You're a natural.

Do this.

Yeah.

Are those songs you made?

Yeah. Yeah.

They're not finished, though.

Is that one finished?

Nah, but, uh...

Let me see. I can play it for you.

You dig?

Who this? Mecca?

No.

No, it ain't Mecca.

This is Wendy Rene.

Got this album when I was on tour

in, uh, North Carolina.

I like it, but why ain't nobody rapping?

I don't have the time to finish the verses.

When will you?

I don't know, man.

Hey, you should go and get some rest, all right?

I love you, man.

Love you too.

- It's a good start. - You ready?

I'm ready.

Technically, there's only one judge,

but those twelve strangers in the jury box

are gonna be judging you too, I promise.

Your appearance, your posture, your tone of voice

is gonna tell them who you are

and what you're allegedly charged of,

not just the evidence.

Do you know why there's 12 jurors?

Because there's 12 numbers on a clock?

Uh, because... a jury can sure control

the time in a man's life.

Actually, it's allegorical.

For the 12 followers of Jesus.

Well, uh, I hope I don't get crucified.

It's gonna come down to your word versus his.

He's gonna paint a picture of you,

and it ain't gonna be pretty.

You nervous?

I've never been more nervous in my life.

You weren't nervous when you used to

go on tour, were you?

Remember, you're a performer, Bobby.

I was.

You still are.

You're gonna have to be for one more day.

Like it's your final show.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

Bobby Diggs came from New York.

And the evidence will show

that he brought trouble with him.

Yeah.

Yeah, he and his friends were bad news.

Poisoning the community... Our community...

While he profited.

Look, I lived in this town my entire life.

I was the starting wideout

when Steubenville won the state championship.

And I tore my meniscus on the go-ahead touchdown.

Yeah, I ruined my chances at the scholarship,

but honestly, I never had a problem with that.

Seriously, I never had no problems with nobody.

Not until Bobby Diggs showed up.

You don't return my pages no more.

What the fuck is going on here?

Get your ass in the fucking kitchen, girl.

- You talking to my girl, nigga? - No, no.

You talking to my girl, nigga?

Huh? Fuck you, nigga!

Fuck you!

- Please... - Fuck, nigga!

Please man, stop, please!

As painful and humiliating as that was,

I just wanted to move forward and talk it out man to man.

But he wasn't interested in peace.

That man sitting right there

shot me

for no good reason at all.

Honestly, I thought I was gonna die.

Bobby...

You've been on stages.

This is like those rap battles you used to do.

He went first. Now it's your turn.

Can you tell us what happened on that night?

May I, uh, may I take a recess?

Mr. Diggs, you are not allowed

to ask me for a recess.

Mr. Olivito,

I advise you to instruct your client

to answer the question.

Of course.

Bobby,

this is your show.

Okay? This is your audience.

Bobby.

Can you tell us, in your own words,

what happened?

Hey, yo, get in the house.

No, Bobby.

Hey, back the fuck up, son.

Do I look like I'm backing up, nigga?

Just fucking go home, yo.

We about to send you home in a box.

Motherfucker.

Hello?

Thank you.

The jury's made a decision.

The jury finds the defendant, Robert Fitzgerald Diggs,

on the counts of attempted murder

and felonious assault...

Not guilty.

Yo... yo!

Yo, the god is free!

Your acquittal is a blessing for all of us.

- Stick to the music. - It's better odds.

You gotta be a master of the game.

You gotta come in, swords swinging,

guns blazing.

Look, I got more mouths to feed.

So I'm ready to get busy.

Got this session.

- This big producer. - Word?

Word.

I tried to do this shit by myself.

But I failed.

In an orchestra,

you have a bunch of instruments on stage together.

Each of those instruments has to be able to play its part.

So what I'm trying to do is get all of us together

to work in harmony.

We building Wu-Tang from the bottom up,

not the top down.

It's the only way we can get to a better future.

What's gonna be different this time?

I'm gonna have my brothers with me.

You make sure you lead those boys

instead of letting them lead you

right back to where you were.

I need time.

I need control.

I need trust.

I'll take you all the way to the top, yo.

We'll change this entire industry.

Get on the line!