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(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

I believe we could do some shit
that could be a game changer.

I see each and every one of y'all
as fucking stars.

We'll change
this entire fucking industry.

Look, I got more mouths to feed,
so I'm ready to get busy.

Yo, Shurrie and Infinite
is the most important things in my life.

And ain't nothing gonna happen
to them on my watch.

I have my own group.

Wu-Tang?

BOBBY: I tried to do this shit
by myself, and I failed.

I need y'all, man.
I can't do this without you.

MAN: If what you say is true,

the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang,
could be dangerous.

WOMAN: These guys, right here are
the next evolutionary step in hip-hop.

(HUMMING)

(LAUGHING)

Yo, that's the sound.

ANNOUNCER: Coming to you
from Staten Island,

here's the Wu-Tang Clan
with Protect Ya Neck.

(SINGING) Deep in the dark with the art
to rip charts apart

The vandal, too hot to handle

Ya battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye"
like Tevin Campbell

Roughneck, Inspecta Deck's on the set

Wu-Tang's about
the fucking take over, yo.

(CASH REGISTERS DINGING)

Now, you all will be signed on
to Wu-Tang Productions,

as a group and as individual artists.

I heard you could sign solo deals
wherever you want.

Def Jam is offering 150k for Dirty.

Elektra has also made an offer.

You're signing to Elektra.

Nigga, stop playing with me, son.

Yo, you didn't even call me
to talk about it, man.

Yo, chill the fuck out, nigga.

Yo, what the fuck?

BOBBY: The whole industry will know

that Wu-Tang Clan
ain't nothing to fuck with.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

All my music are on those disks.
Every album.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(UPBEAT HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING)

(WHOOPS)

Yo, you not getting in?

Doesn't the pool
still have a leak in it?

That's why we fill it up.

- It looks cold.
- Nah, it ain't that cold.

- I got the heat, don't I?
- Ladies, y'all should come inside.

Take a tour.

Only till you get 'em
to the pantry, son.

Yeah, yeah, whatever, whatever.

Aye, yo, son, throw something else
at me, guy.

Yeah, all right.

Whatever, son.

- When are the other girls coming?
- Come on.

Fuck if I know.

- (MUSIC CONTINUES LOUDER)
- Yeah, this my shit right here.

- What's up?
- Yeah.

- Yo, man, what's that?
- It's a calendar.

- WOMAN: Divine, where's Bobby?
- The album dates, tour dates.

He's down there.

Aye, yo, hold on.

Meth's on tour for a fucking month?

Yeah, look, it got extended.

See, that's what happens when
your album, you know, heads past gold

and on its way to platinum, you know?

Yeah, whatever, son.

Give me my solo then.
I'm going platinum, too.

I'm going platinum, too,
just like them red tops.

And me? Better than the blue tops.

Get the fuck out of here.

Yo, yo, yo, check this out.

Meth just made hip-hop
quotable of the month.

You know what I'm saying?
Check that out.

- See that?
- Word up.

You ain't shaking them dices
long enough.

You going to be here
pulling magic tricks and shit?

Ain't no tricks.

Just licks, Lord.

Aye, yo, this Black man
over here cheating.

- Come on, son.
- Is that it?

Y'all been making money, but Brooklyn?
Brooklyn people taking it.

Fuck out of here.

Yo, son, I got that good new new
right here, man.

Yo, I got a good new
fucking George Foreman grill, son.

This shit different, son.
This grilling anything.

I'm talking about
steak, chicken, pineapple.

You know what I'm saying, like...
Nah, son.

I'm about fuck
the whole panini game up, guy.

- What the fuck is a panini?
- You gonna be making burgers and shit?

- No, son.
- Yo,

George Foreman punched you in the head.

Yo, son, I'm not trying to put y'all on.
It's an Italian sandwich.

I got y'all, don't worry about it.

- (INTERCOM BEEPS)
- MAN: (ON INTERCOM) Yo.

Who the hell is that?

Hey, yo, God.

Whoo! That shit is crazy good, guy.

Yo, make me one, too
and bring that shit up to me.

But don't put no cheese on mine,
that shit be fucking up my stomach.

Yo, bring me some more weed, too, yo.

I don't even know
who the fuck you are, guy.

Hey, yo, that's not it.

That's for the for the other song,
Miss Thang.

- MAN: If that ain't it, what is?
- I want to talk about that other joint.

- Kristin.
- Yo, that's it right there.

(SLOW BEATS PLAYING)

It's been six months since the flood.

You ain't getting anything off of that.

I was able to salvage sounds on these
for Meth's tour after the flood.

And that shit turned out all right.

- (MUSIC STOPS)
- Yo, this right here,

hey, I'm telling you right now, man,

I'm getting me
one of these plaques, too.

How are you going to put
so many brothers ahead of me?

But when it comes to the tracks,
you always got me setting the joint off.

You know what I'm saying?

Yo, take a hit of this, man,
it'll help you think.

Yo, you know I haven't been
smoking or drinking, nigga.

And you missed a tour.

How's the Abbott going to miss
the whole Wu-Tang tour?

Well, after Tical,
we still don't got GZA's album.

And Dirty's shit.
Been through to Elektra.

Yo, Dirty's not even here.

Last I saw him, he was at the weed spot.
About two weeks ago.

- (HIP-HOP BEATS PLAYING)
- Yeah?

How'd he look?

All right.

Hey, yo, that's it right?

- What the fuck, it look freezing.
- BOBBY: That's got to be it, yo.

- No, that's not it.
- BOBBY: Nigga, that's it, yo.

- (MUSIC CONTINUES)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(HIP-HOP BEATS PLAYING)

(SINGING) Ay, yo
Kristy love kept a gat in her wig

If a pig tried to frisk her
He only found a package of cigs

Five-ten with a god god pumps

She was a hood centerfold
Playmate of the month

Hey, yo, I told you, man,
that ain't the right snare.

- (SIGHS)
- (MUSIC STOPS)

All right, I'll...

Yo, fuck it, right?

Forget Kristin, let's just move on
to another song for your demo, yeah?

Yo, if label execs are going to listen
to me as a solo artist,

it's got to represent me to the fullest.

You've been down this road yourself
on that Prince Rakeem shit.

- (SIGHS)
- You get it, don't you?

Yeah.

Look, I do.

Let's take five?

Hey, yo, I can help you, man,
you ain't got to do this alone.

Hey, yo, yo, yo,
don't touch my shit, all right?

Back up. Thank you.

You ever think
of giving this to someone else?

An engineer or something?

Maybe they can get something
off of there that you can't.

If they found anything on here,
they steal it.

Yo, we on top of the game
right now, right?

Everyone's gunning for us.

Niggas already biting our shit.

The disks stay here.

- All right?
- All right.

Peace out.

- That's the whole five year plan.
- Wu-Tang has taken over.

I'm telling you, that's the competition.

No, you need to add paprika to that.

Who you're talking to?
It's The Chef, know what I mean?

How you gon' be eating lobsters tails
when you G-O-D?

- Come on.
- They're bottom feeders, yo.

Putting the fucker on the grill gets
all the bad shit out, you know?

You see how the juices
is flowing out and shit?

- That's some shit.
- Yo, yo.

That ain't a bad thing.

'Cause we should be thinking of business
opportunities outside the music.

You know what I'm saying?

Word, yeah, once I sign
my solo deal with Loud,

sky's the limit, son.

Speaking of limits,
this is everyone's corporate AmEx card.

All right. Hey, Deck.

Man, Huey, come here. Hold on, hold on.

Now, this is for you guys
to build credit,

but you have to pay it back yourselves,

or else I'll just deduct it
from your checks.

You hear that?

- Oh!
- Yeah, son.

- Yo.
- Shit, I can build some credit.

Sorry, Killah, crew members only.

Hey, cousin.

- Hey, yo, yo.
- Yo, peace.

Neat space.

You've been staring at this board
all day.

Yeah, that's because this board tells us
when the money comes in.

Yo, we got money coming in.

Yo, Tical is almost platinum, yo.

Yeah, but half of it goes to Meth.

Yeah.

And the other half
to Wu-Tang Productions.

Which we got to cut up between
eight members, minus expenses,

including, you know, this mansion
you insisted on buying.

Yeah, for work, yo.

Look, Shaolin built that temple
in nature

because excellence happens in isolation.

Oh, okay, okay,
speaking of excellence, right,

um, what's going on with you and Dirty?

(SIGHS)

Yo, Bobby, we had to turn in
that album two months ago.

Tell me you have
some of the tracks done by now.

How could I even focus on tracks
if he won't even talk to me?

I understand,
but we're gonna run out of money soon

if we don't turn in Dirty's album.

We'll be fine, yo.

- Let's just focus on Rae's deal, yeah?
- Uh-huh?

We're going to be fine for a while.

Uh, okay, Rifkind's going
to meet us at the club,

so we got to get going
or we're going to be late.

Hey, what's going on?

I'm, uh...

I'm staying here.

Bobby, um...

Look, I can't be creative
and do everything business-wise too.

All right?

But, look, if there's any issues
with Steve, call me, all right?

- Okay.
- And I want you tell Steve

to give Rae that 400, all right?

- Four hundred?
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Yeah, we got it.

We'll do something.

You know, work my magic.

Peace, peace.

Thought you might be hungry.

It's vegan.

Oh, thank you.

- You not rolling to the club with us?
- Nah.

Got other business
I got to take care of.

DIVINE: All right, let's go.

- What fucking business?
- Guys, quick.

Power, we got one, we got two.

Aye, yo, where's Ghost? Hey, let's go!

- Yo.
- My nigga, come on, we need...

We need you to get dressed.

Yo, I am dressed. See?

- Is this your idea?
- Hell no.

- The fuck is that?
- Hey, yo.

Niggas ain't even up on all of this.

This the new elegance shit, you know
what I mean? With silk and all that.

What do you mean what I got on?

You niggas look like
how we looked before the AmEx cards.

But that's what they say about my sign,
know what I'm saying, so...

- What's your sign?
- I'm a Leo, a fire sign.

- Me, too.
- I can tell.

- Move your shit, will you?
- Get out of here, man.

- I'm a fire sign, too.
- Hey, yo, hold that.

Aye, yo, where you going?

You know,
being out in the woods is meditative.

Yo, you going for a walk out there?

Might be bears and shit.

Yo, being out in the woods
you ain't got to carry no guns, Deck.

It's peaceful out here.

You really on that
Tina Turner shit, son.

- (HORN HONKING)
- Oh, shit. Hey, yo.

Yo, yo, yo, I'm hopping in, wait!

Yo, I'm coming.

Hey, yo. Yo, yo, yo.

- Get the fuck in the car.
- Told you niggas I was coming.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Man, shut the fuck up.
You know what I'm saying?

DIVINE: Everybody here?
All right, let's go.

(UPBEAT RAP SONG PLAYING)

- All right.
- No.

Sure you don't want to
try to get up with us later?

We're about to do our stag, yo.

He probably about to go see
some shorty or some shit.

- Yeah, right.
- Tell Kristin I said hi.

Fuck outta here, nigga. Shit.

Hold on.

Yo, what's up, boo?

Come here.

(DEVICE BEEPING SOFTLY)

We recover data off water damaged
floppy disks all the time, no problem.

Yo, NASA gave that to you guys?

Yeah, they're a client of ours.

Cool.

It'll be ready in a day or two.

All right.

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)

Now, let me tell you, though,
Meyer Lansky...

- Who?
- ...is the gangster of all gangsters.

- Come on, son.
- Really.

That was my dad's world more than mine.
He says it is gospel.

No disrespect
to the Jews and all that...

Okay, here we go.

...but ain't nobody got shit
on the Gambinos, Steve.

Castellano lived, like, a mile
away from us on top of the hill, right?

Okay. What, you want to live lavish?

Order whatever you want then.
How's that for lavish?

That's how we're feeling, Steve?
It's like that?

Word. That's easy.
Hey, yo, son. Where you at? Come here.

Hey, yo, bring us
the best bottle of champagne you've got.

Fuck all that. Bring the most expensive
one, this one right here.

Crystal.

- You mean "Cristal"?
- Cristal?

Yo, go get us
what you got in the back.

Come on. Hurry up, hurry up.

No, this is what
I'm talking about, right?

- Yeah.
- Cristal and all that.

This is the new elegant shit,
right here.

Nah, this shit is not even about Wu
being on top of the game and shit.

You know what I'm saying?
We trendsetters.

Which is exactly why we got
to diversify. You know what I mean?

Know what I'm saying?
We get the Wu Wear popping,

that we could branch off
into other businesses.

We ain't got to worry about the music.
You know?

What're you talking,
"Don't worry about the music"?

That's what we do.

Yo, you expect
to be rapping forever?

Coming from the nigga that can't rap.

Come on, son. Hold on, hold on.
We're just getting started.

Know what I mean? You already talking
about retirement plan.

We are just getting started, son.

Where are we at?
We're ready. I got the deal ready to go.

300K.

That's a great offer,

but, you know, Wu-Tang
is in a different chamber now, so...

I helped get us here, remember?

And I respect that,

but, listen, GZA got
a half a mil with Geffen.

So, we're going to need you to put
another 100k on that.

Four-hundred's a go upstairs number.

Okay, well, then listen,
I'll take the elevator with you.

Meet me at RCA.
Can you do tomorrow morning?

- Yeah, 9:00?
- That works.

- 9:00, got you.
- All right.

- (UPBEAT HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING)
- (ALL CHEERING)

Okay.

All right.

Right on time. I like that.
Come on, yeah.

CROWD: (CHANTING)

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, yeah. Yeah, baby.

- This shit looks nice.
- Yeah, it's real easy to keep clean.

You haven't slept in here in a week.

A week? For real?

Yeah, you've been going so hard.
Staying up late at night.

You have no concept of time.

Hey, uh... Look, I'm sorry, baby.

For real. I'm gonna sleep
in here tonight. I promise.

I won't hold you to it.

Your mom sent this.

- She made it herself.
- Oh, nice.

- This is cool.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm going to put this in the studio.

All right. Thanks, baby.

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

- (WOMAN MOANING)
- (INHALES SHARPLY)

Ah, shit.

Fuck, just like that.

Hey, boo, you're up.

Hold on, you ain't even
finished the Dirt Dog off.

Don't worry, baby, I've got you.

- Oh, shit.
- I'll be back. You got this, girl.

Oh, shit. Yeah.

Yo. (MOANS)

Just like that.

(BOTH MOANING)

(EXHALES)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

What time did you get in?

I don't even know.

(GROANS) My head is killing me, though.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I bet.

Come here.

Mm-hmm. Let me see.

(SIGHS) I'm glad you came home.

- It's been, like, three days.
- Yeah.

I was recording and Bobby
got us out there

in the middle of nowhere
working nonstop.

Hmm. Nonstop.

Come on, you know what I mean.

Okay, but we have an agreement.

- No matter how hard you're working...
- (WINCES) Yo.

- Okay.
- Shit.

Or even if you're living that rap life,

you always come home to your family.

Do you understand?

- Yeah, all right? Damn.
- Okay.

You're my Earth, you know that?

All life comes from you.

Okay.

- And you're my moon.
- Hmm.

No, I'm more like the sun.

- The sun?
- Mm-hmm.

And if I'm your Earth,
what, I orbit around you?

No, it's like, wait...

So, if you're saying I'm the moon
then I'll orbit around you?

That's exactly what I'm saying. Yeah.

- Oh, for real?
- Mm-hmm.

- (OBJECT CLATTERING)
- (BABY COOS)

- What happened?
- Oh.

He's just been playing in his playpen.

(LAUGHS) Relax.

You remember when I took you
to that restaurant across the street?

Of course I do.

That's where you gave me this.

DENNIS: Mm-hmm.

Now we live across the street and shit,

we could eat there, like,
three, four times a day if we wanted to.

You don't seem surprised, though.

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

Well, I always envisioned a better life.

I didn't know what the journey
was going to be like, but

I'm glad that it's with you.

Mm-hmm.

Wait, don't you got to meet
with the boys?

Yeah.

(SIGHS) Okay.
Come on, you got to get dressed.

No, I'm dressed. I'm dressed.

It's that new elegant shit
I've been talking about.

No. (LAUGHS)

Let's get you an outfit.

(UPBEAT HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING)

Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please

I black that eye like peas
You better freeze in your tracks

A Wu-Tang killer bee's on ya back

I comes for the honey
plus the phat money sack

You want it all
Yeah, I want it all like that

I stab my own moms
in the back for a stack

Niggas like
"Damn, why you want it like that?"

'Cause I'm a dog
and I got no love for the cats

Attitude's cold
like the north polar caps...

Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Divine Diggs.

Divine Diggs?

Uh, yes. Yes, ma'am.

What a great stage name.

Actually, I'm not an artist.
I'm an executive.

I'm here to see Skip.

Um... Wait here a moment.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (MUFFLED CHATTER)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

How you doing?

(LOW INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Sorry, sir. This area is private.

- Hey. What's up, Vine.
- DIVINE: Hey.

- Hey, Steve.
- How are we doing?

You know, I'm okay.

Feel like we're signing.

Yo, how they got
all this Hilfiger shit, but no XXL,

yo, they're fucking up.

And they got no fatigues, yo.

Yo, my pops hooked me up
with a manufacturer.

We're going to start doing pants now.

- You know what I mean?
- Word.

But, you know,
what we're gonna do, though, right?

Check it. We're gonna put drawstrings
up in the motherfuckers, yo.

So niggas ain't got to worry about
no belts, know what I mean?

- You know what I saying?
- Boy, I keep losing my shit, too.

Right, right, and you know
what else you need to do,

you need to put drawstrings
on the ankles

so niggas can hold the biscuit,
you know.

- Anything I can help you with?
- Word.

Yeah, um, I really like this right here.

- But you ain't got my size.
- Sure we do.

Uh, you look like a medium.

No, no. I wear XXL, B.

It's the style, we like it baggy.

You know what I mean? Hip-hop shit.

Yeah, I'm so sorry,
I'm not a big hip-hop guy,

but my boss is.

Word?

Where your boss at?

See, Wu-Tang isn't just a rap group,
it's a whole brand.

Like, this logo is all over New York,

just like how you got
the Izod alligator,

right, or the Polo horse.

You know what I'm saying?
Give us a shot in your store.

I promise you won't be disappointed.

Listen, I'm a huge Wu-Tang fan.

I saw your last concert
at the Warehouse,

but RZA wasn't there for some reason.

Anyways, we have Hilfiger, Polo.
Almost did Kani.

What does Wu Wear bring to the game
that's any different?

Yeah, but those brands,
they're more aspirational men's wear.

Our brand is streetwear.

We're in touch with a demographic
that those labels aren't,

because they're getting complacent.

They're taking our demographic for
granted instead of representing them.

I like everything you're saying,

but do you have any sales data
to back that up?

Besides what you're moving
at the mom-and-pops.

We're working on it.

Cool.

You know what?
Call me when you're ready.

All right. All right.

STEVE: So much easier
to get what you're asking for

when you got a gold record
on its way to going platinum.

What's wrong?
You wanted 400K for Rae, and you got it.

Would I have still have gotten that 400
if you weren't standing next to me?

Okay, so, even with a check in my pocket
and a gold record on my wall,

they're still looking at me
like I'm standing on the corner.

Now, I thought we'd be past that
at this point, Steve.

Okay, look, Vine, you know, the higher
these people are up in the building

the less they understand
what's happening on the ground.

You know, hip-hop is still foreign
to some of them

and a Black executive who doesn't come
from an Ivy League school, even more so.

Oh, okay, so guess I won't set foot
on this top floor

without a white man chaperoning me.

I'm just always going
to hit that glass ceiling.

- I'm saying break that ceiling then.
- (LAUGHS)

I'm serious, if not for you,
for everyone

that comes from where
you and Bobby come from.

Okay, white man. How do I do that?

Just keep showing your face here
every day, till they get used to it.

I still can't believe
they let Leona Helmsley out.

Guess tax evasion
isn't such a big deal after all.

Not if you're rich.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Holy shit.

Oh, where my ass, man?

Oh, it's a strip club.
I mean, strip lounge.

They always want me to call it lounge.

(GROANS) Oh, shit.

Look mad different in the daytime.

Yeah. It sure does.

I know you.
You that Bastard fellow, ain't you?

- You know, ODB, OTC, O...
- You don't know me, son.

No, it's not me. I don't rap.

You look just like him.

OTCB, OBB...

Oh, shit. Motherfucker, yo.

- Yo, RZA. Yo.
- (STONE CLATTERS ON WINDOW)

Yo, come outside, son,
the pool fixed. Yo!

Yo, come outside, son.

(SIGHS)

Shit. Fuck. It's bullshit, y'all.

(DOOR OPENS)

- Yo!
- What's good, nigga? I'm out here.

- Why you acting like that, son?
- Like what, yo?

You know damn well if
we had no money for lawyers

both of us would be locked up somewhere.

Look at this shit, son.

We got our own Wu logo in the pool,
basketball court, big-ass house.

Look at the view.

We need to take a moment,
appreciate where we at.

Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you.

All right.

(GASPS) Shit.

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELECTRONIC BEATS PLAYING)

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(UPBEAT TUNE PLAYING)

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ELECTRONIC BEATS PLAYING)

(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(UPBEAT RAP SONG PLAYING)

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Yo, 400k?

- You tell Rae yet?
- Oh, yeah. He wants to throw a party.

We just need to get his album
ready for next summer.

- For next summer?
- Mm-hmm.

- (SIGHS) No, that's impossible.
- What are you talking about?

Bobby. Yo, Bobby.

Bobby, what do you mean?
You got plenty of time.

Not if I got to do
two other artists first.

You know how long it takes
to create an album?

Yo, you the one
who told me to get the 400k.

And the only way they'll give it to us
is if we guarantee a summer '95 release

because they got nothing
lined up for that quarter.

Yeah, I don't care. Push it.

Bobby. Bobby!

Hey, yo, God.

Hey, I'm not going back into those
offices after I gave them my word.

You're going to be having us
looking like amateurs.

(BOBBY SIGHS)

Fuck. Yo, fuck, man.

Look, I know. I know
there's a lot for you right now.

You're trying to be creative and honor
our contracts with the record labels.

Not just those contracts, yo.

It's the contracts
we had the guys sign over to us.

- (SIGHS) We can't let the guys down.
- And we won't.

But we have to keep striking
while the iron's hot.

No, no. Fuck that.
We have to keep the iron hot, period.

My point is,
is that we have to do everything

to hold our position, while we got it.

Bobby, we worked too hard to get here.
Know what I mean?

I wanted a Wu solo release
for every quarter, right,

and then come with the second group
album at the end of the five years.

But the way it's going now,
I've got nothing from Dirty.

GZA's not ready.

Rae, he just signed.

I lost all of Deck's music.

I don't even fucking know
what I'm gonna do with U-God and Ghost.

(SCOFFS)

Fuck.

Uh...

Not to put more on your plate,

- but...
- Yo, just go ahead and tell me, yo.

In a minute.
I'm getting on the phone with Def Jam,

and they want you to do
a remix for Meth,

for All I Need.

No, yo, I've already done that.

Yeah, but they feel like your version
is more for the streets and the club.

They want something
that will crack the national radio.

Meth's album is so close
to going platinum,

Def Jam feels a more
radio-friendly version of the single

will be the thing
that will send it over the top.

You know?

(EXHALES)

I don't know, yo.

Yo, especially if I gotta have
Rae's shit done by summer...

- No.
- Little bro, are you sure?

Hey, yo, because Def Jam is just
going to find someone else.

And that would be the first time
an outside producer

will be creating something for the Wu,
instead of you.

It's my decision, right?

Tell them to find somebody else.

- All right.
- (SIGHS)

(HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

Got that Wu-Tang.
Come fuck with me real quick. Shit hot.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, yo, son, check it out real quick.
I got that Wu-Tang, that exclusive shit.

All right.

Yo, shit.

What's wrong with these niggas, man?

Yo, son. Come check me out real quick.
I got that Wu-Tang, that exclusive...

Yo man, you can't be bootlegging
Wu-Tang shit, son.

Who cares?

- Oh, shit!
- Yeah.

- Oh, shit. Yeah.
- Hey, yo, son, my bad, yo.

Yeah, your bad.

I know this is not Meth shit
right here, son.

- Yo, take this down, too, man.
- Yo.

Come on, man.
You're not even on that album.

Yo, Meth album is my album, son.

That's how we move.

- Wu-Tang is like brothers, man.
- All right, all right.

So when is this shit coming out?

When my cousin stop trying
to big bro me.

- Taking this too, son.
- Hey.

What?

(SLOW HIP-HOP BEATS PLAYING)

(SCOFFS SOFTLY)

- How'd that blanket work out for you?
- Shit.

- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- (BOBBY SIGHS)

Sorry, baby.

Yeah.

Yo, for real, all right?

Oh. Shit.

What?

I know you sacrificed smoking
and drinking to focus on your work...

BOBBY: Uh-huh.

- But I draw the line at showers.
- What?

Guess you want to give up sex, too.

Huh.

Hell no, girl.

Damn this shit right here.

(SONG PLAYING)
Oh, I gotta have you

Gotta make you mine

Gimme the magic

Ah, you make me feel so fine

I need your lovin'

All the time

Every single day
I want you every kind of way

Oh, babe, gotta have it

So, are you gonna
give it to me real good?

(BOBBY SIGHS)

Oh, shit! Look who it is.
The fucking thief.

- I know you stole my disk, nigga.
- Yo, relax.

I took it to a spot that does shit
for NASA. It's going to be all good.

(ELECTRONIC BEATS PLAYING)

What the fuck? Yeah, for NASA, huh?

What they going to do,
send it up to space?

They probably stealing my shit, yo.

I'm going to pick it up right now.
You can thank me later.

By the way, that shit sounds dope.
You should use that, actually.

(SCOFFS)

- Hey.
- (MUSIC STOPS)

People are coming over
to celebrate Rae's album deal.

Yeah, I know.

I'm, uh...

- I'm going to stay here. Just...
- No, no. You need to show your face.

Busta will be here, too.

Look...

I know the flood
fucked up your whole plan,

but plans always get fucked up.

You've already been able
to put pieces back together.

You did it with Tical.

Tical, that wasn't usually how I like
to work. You know what I'm saying?

Is this how you usually
like to work, normally?

- (SIGHS) Nah.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, well go on and get ready.

You already took a shower.

(CHUCKLES)

- I'm gonna see you in there, all right?
- Mm-hmm.

BOBBY: All right.

(SIGHS)

Hey, yo, you got my disk ready?

Uh, unfortunately, we weren't able
to get anything off your disk.

Nothing? Not a hi-hat, not a cymbal?

I'm sorry, sir.
The disc wasn't only damaged by water,

but also by fecal particles.

Would you do NASA like this?

Uh...

Holy shit, man.
Dude, I'm such a huge fan, man.

All my favorite Wu-Tang verses
are yours.

You got, like... Like...

(SINGS)
Your neighborhood Spider-Man

That is so sick. Hey,
when's your solo album coming out?

I'm working on it.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(HUMMING)

(CHUCKLING)

(HORN HONKS)

MAN: Yo!

Yo, yo, what up?

- Son, what the hell is that?
- It's me!

Oh, word!

Boom! It's the whipmobile, nigga.

- The whipmobile?
- Yeah.

Yeah, so look that one right there,
that's Batman.

- The red joint, that's Robin.
- Fuck. Both of them good, son.

- Go on, son.
- What the fuck?

- Son, I'm fucking with Batman.
- Fucking with these, too?

This right here.

Oh, it's that good Cristal
we've been wanting, son!

- Yeah.
- Word. All right.

Cristal. Yo.

- Come get you some, guy.
- Thanks, nigga.

This nigga's been at the pool
for three days.

I can't say I blame him for that.

- Word. Okay, Steve?
- Okay. Okay.

- Okay.
- Yo.

Might need trunks for myself,
know what I mean?

- Word.
- Good.

Word.

Yeah. I like Batman. (LAUGHS)

Word.

- (UPBEAT RAP SONG PLAYING)
- (WHOOPS)

Why you making that face?

We're here to celebrate your man.

Yeah, I'm celebrating in my own way.
Know what I mean?

If you say so.

(MUTTERS)

You look real familiar.
We know each other?

Word, that's how you're playing it?

Yo, chill, chill.

- I'm asking a serious question.
- Nah. You might have seen me on TV.

- For real?
- Yeah, I was in a few videos.

Yeah, which ones?

I was in, um, Around the Way Girl.

- Ah, you was the Around The Way Girl.
- I should have been, but no.

Yeah, well, it was (CLEARS THROAT)
nice meeting you.

- Karina.
- Karina?

- Yeah.
- Word.

Right.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

You okay?

Yeah, I just got this headache
that been killing me all day.

I can help you with that.

- So that's how you want to play this.
- (LAUGHS) Now, you stop, okay?

I get migraines all the time.

Look, I can help you with that.
Come on, sit down. I got you.

- Let me do this.
- All right.

Okay. So, just relax. All right?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Let's take this off.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MOUTHING)

Yo, ladies. Y'all made it.

Oh, nah, nah. We need none of that.
We're done with that.

We're going to put y'all
on some good Cristal.

- You ever had that before?
- Thank you.

Just part of the Wu elegance,
you know what I mean?

DIVINE: It's good to see another brother
on the top floor.

It's close to 5:00.
What you still doing delivering mail?

No, we have three drops a day.
Morning, noon, evening.

I guess junk mail's still important
to folks on this floor, too?

- We deliver internal mail as well.
- Internal?

DELIVERY MAN: Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Like right now,
I got to take all the execs,

the reports for the international sales
meeting they have every week at 5:30.

- International sales, huh?
- Hmm.

I never thought about international,
you know what I mean?

WOMAN:
What was she thinking?

MAN: But can you imagine
owning the Palace Hotel

and then having to live
in a prison cell?

She's just gonna go
right back to her hotel empire.

- Actually, she won't be allowed to.
- Why's that?

Well, as a convicted felon,
she can't hold a liquor license.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And all her hotels serve alcohol.

If Ms. Helmsley
had just paid them contractors

this whole mess would have been avoided.

Exactly. It's not like
she didn't have the money.

Well, you know, when you cook the books,

eventually someone's
going to come around

and ask where the smell is coming from.

(LAUGHS)

Are you here
for the international sales meeting?

Oh. Oh, no, I... I, uh,
had some business downstairs

and I got caught in the elevator.

I'll just let myself out, you know.
Excuse me.

When they're all having that meeting,

the rest of us
have a little cocktail hour.

You're welcome to join.

Uh... Hey, let me see.

You know what, I got the time.

- I do, too.
- Oh, yeah? Let's go together.

- (UPBEAT RAP SONG PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LAUGHING)

My bad, Busta.
I was able to check out Strapped.

Yo, congrats on that, yo,
that shit was fucking cool.

Thanks, Lord.
But you kind of late on that one.

I got another one coming out
with John Singleton.

(EXHALES) John Singleton?
Yeah, pardon me, God.

Shit.

You know, I've been stuck
in the fucking lab, nigga, for days, yo.

- My bad.
- BUSTA: Most def!

You know, I'm making nigga go crazy.

Me and Dirty did a track.

- Where he at?
- I don't know.

BUSTA: It can't be easy.

That's why I had to leave my crew.

Yo, listen, shit is like a hot air
balloon. You know what I'm saying?

Sometimes you got to drop the shoulders,
drop shit off so you can fly high.

Flying high? Talking about flying high?
Look at all this, yo.

Back when we was, like, 15,

you and me used to play
like we get all this shit one day,

and you actually made it happen.

Salud.

Salud, yo.

My nigga. Ahh!

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

All right, so we're coming
right through here.

You know what I mean? There we go.

Yeah, we put this together real nice.
It was a project I did

with my mom and all that.
You know what I mean?

Really, I got the flower
right here for you.

- WOMAN: Aw.
- Yeah. How long y'all in town for?

We're staying around
for the Gang Starr show, then...

Don't forget the Artifacts show
the next day.

- We should change our plane tickets.
- Well, I ain't never been to Sweden,

but, you know what I'm saying,

I imported this chair
right here from Italy.

We should take a little...

Let's take a little seat real quick,
let's get cozy, huh?

Hmm.

You matching me? That's what it is?
You want to match my fly, huh?

Just come and try it out.

I'll try anything.
You know what I'm saying?

(MUSIC STARTS PLAYING)

Hold on. No, turn that off.

Why?

What you mean? We don't play non-Wu shit
in the Wu mansion.

Turn that off.

(LAUGHS)

That's a stupid rule.

Don't you want to know
what the competition's doing?

Ain't no competition, baby.

That's what I'm trying to tell you,
it's some Wu shit. Know what I mean?

- Come on now.
- Of course there's competition.

You're not putting out
another group project.

You're going to be out
as a solo artist now.

And you're dropping next summer.

- Same as Big L, Grand Puba...
- AZ.

How y'all even know that?

How do you not know that?
This is who you're up against.

When people go to the store,
they have to decide,

"Am I going to buy Raekwon's album
or someone else's?"

MAN: Yo, yo.

What the fuck going on in here?

You let them know
that it's Wu only in the mansion?

But don't you think the song is dope?

(LAUGHS) Ain't about whether or not
the song is dope, sweetheart.

It's our time. Know what I mean?

Wu-Tang versus the world.
Fuck everybody else.

Word. I mean, nah, that's what it is.

Let them know, Rae.

I told y'all.

Y'all over there on the floor
in the corner and shit.

What we doing? Let's cheers. Come here.

Yo, let me get one of them, son.
Hurry up, man.

(SIREN BLARES)

- On your knees!
- Oh, shit.

- Right now!
- We ain't even do nothing.

Yeah, you was about to.

You can't arrest me
for what I'm about to do.

OFFICER: We got a runner.

Stop, motherfucker.

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
- (PANTING)

WOMAN: Excuse you.

Watch out.

WOMAN 2: I'll be back in ten minutes.
WOMAN 3: Whatever.

MAN: Yo, man.

(PANTING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(BARKING)

Oh, chill, Cujo.

Chill.

Oh, fuck.

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

(DISTANT SIREN BLARING)

Hey, yo, I want to thank everybody
for being here.

For showing love and support.

And celebrating my motherfucking nigga,

Raekwon The motherfucking Chef!

- (ALL CHEERING)
- Nigga!

Yeah, yeah.

Yo, it took a lot of hard work
and it's still going to,

but it feels good to let loose,
you know what I'm saying?

Yo, uh, to the Wu takeover.

(ALL CHEERING LOUDLY)

(UPBEAT RAP SONG PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

You glad you finally
came out of the dungeon?

- Yeah. I guess so.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, I can't lie though,
I'm pretty fucked up right now,

you know, from all this
smoking and drinking.

That's too bad. I was trying
to do a shot with you.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Who says we can't? We can do a shot.

Let's see what they got here.

What is this? All right.

- MAN: Yo, RZA. Yo!
- (COUGHING)

You got a call, son.

Thanks, yo.

- Yo.
- Bobby.

What's up, Rie?

It's Dirty. He's in the hospital.

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)

(MAN HUMMING)

(MAN VOCALIZING)