All language subtitles for Wu-Tang An American Saga S02E05

You know, I played Bobby
your tape before he left.

He like, "That's... That's the guy I need.
I need that bass."

(RAPPING) But like a .45,
I flip, it's automatic

Sign with me.
Sounds better than slanging on the corner

and getting locked up, right?

How the fuck you gon' even
say some shit like that to me, man?

BOBBY: You know you dope.

Go get that cream, son.

(RAPPING) Here I am, the Method Man

Hey, yo, I need to fuck with my own name.

SHOTGUN: I see you, Inspectah.

REBEL: (RAPPING)
A young buck selling drugs and such

We never had much

Trying to get a clutch
at what I could not touch

Picked a new name. Shallah Raekwon.

GARY: You know, if that bullet
would've went this way or that way,

shit could've been sideways for you.

(SINGS OFF KEY) La, la, la, la

Hey, yo, you wasting our studio time.

My voice is a instrument, fool.

(MEN SHOUTING)

The one-man army Ason.

What even is this, a quill?

HAWKER: The dead nation must arise,

for the time is at hand.
Are you not ready to rise?

I was putting together a crew.
You're both a part of it, a'ight?

Nah, I ain't in no crew.

You seem to be riding
for somebody pretty hard

when you blasted my mom crib,
remember that?

BOBBY: Y'all are my brothers.
I can't do this without you.

The whole industry will know that
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with.

(RAPPING) From the slums of Shaolin

Wu-Tang Clan strikes again

The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard

Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef

U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method

- M-E-T-H-O-D
- Man

Hey, you, get off my cloud

You don't know me,
and you don't know my style

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(MEMBERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Pssh. Hey, yo, son,
these contracts is mad thick, son.

I ain't finna sit here
and read all this shit.

You better off telling niggas
what you want.

Give me five years of your life.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT '80S POP MUSIC PLAYING)

He's late.

Hey, yo, uh...

I'm really fucking with that suit.

How about you focus on the meeting, huh?

Yo, you sure we can trust
this lawyer, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

Mr. Wagner. He did my, uh...
My Prince Rakeem deal, so, um...

Oh, okay. Is... Is that a good thing?

You know, because the reason we're here...

- Oh, fuck off.
- Is because of this Prince Rakeem deal.

ASSISTANT: Mr. Diggs?

DIVINE: We're here to incorporate
Wu-Tang Productions.

WAGNER: You're sure
about the name, Wu-Tang?

Yeah. Your whole lobby
has an Asian vibe to it.

We thought you'd be into it.

- Yeah, on my walls.
- DIVINE: We already own it.

The name stays.

- WAGNER: Your brother?
- Divine.

- BOBBY: And my business partner.
- My firm can handle everything.

Once we get the trademark,
we can begin to...

DIVINE: Oh, I already registered.

Here's the city of approval,
business license, PO box.

WAGNER: Mmm, you got the DBA, too?

- Yeah, we like to hit the ground running.
- WAGNER: You got a logo?

DIVINE: Our design team
is working on mock-ups.

I prefer to file everything at once,
but, uh, we can proceed without it.

Could that be problematic or...

Not unless you plan to use the image

on any apparel, merchandise,
posters, album covers, flyers,

or anything else intended
to promote the company until then.

I thought we had Mathematics on that shit.

You'll have it by tomorrow.

Perfect. That way, I can have my assistant

review the pro forma
before we submit to the board.

Pro forma. Of course.

Oh. Why are there eight names
listed under recipient of shares?

I wanted to divide the company
among the other group members.

Let them each invest if you like,
but don't give away any shares.

Look, me and you both know
how shit went down before.

Business mandates got in the way
of creative decisions.

What I'm trying to do
is build this group on a...

On a more spiritual level.

Spiritual? Okay.

That's why I'm the lawyer
and you're the artist, Rakeem.

It's RZA now.

RZA, Rakeem, Bobby, it's the same answer
for all three of you...

Don't give away a single share.

Talk some sense into your partner.

(INHALES DEEPLY) It's, um...
it's kind of like selling a brick.

You got to... You got to recoup
before you pay out.

Yeah.

You're the client. It's your call.

Just know, if you've got eight entities
from the get-go,

I'm gonna have to set
this company up as an LLC

so I can protect you when this goes bad.

Will you be able to get each member
to sign individual contracts?

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

WAGNER: Let's touch base tomorrow.

But a little bookkeeping before you go...

We take personal checks
and all major credit cards.

Yeah, that works.

Always keep me waiting.

The RZA and Divine of Wu-Tang Productions,

guys, meet another of my talented clients.

- Chris. Nice to meet you.
- When did you get in?

Last night. Whirlwind weekend.
Took the red-eye home after the Tunnel.

BOBBY: You had a...
You had a performance at the Tunnel?

CHRIS: Yeah.
BOBBY: Sick.

CHRIS: I can put you on the list.

Forget the damn list.
Play one of Wu-Tang's songs.

(CHUCKLES)
Look, this guy charges me by the hour,

and he starts the clock
when we make eye contact.

- So leave me a tape and your info, a'ight?
- A'ight.

- Yo.
- Oh. Hey, yo, yo, sorry.

Hey, we ran out of business cards.

- (SOFTLY) Shit.
- (BOBBY CHUCKLES)

Um, shut it.

Need to go and get some egg cartons.

Yeah, and add business cards
to the list, too, huh?

BOBBY: The most important thing is
to get everyone to sign those contracts.

Yo, that stack you gave him,
was that all the money you had left?

Pretty much, but it's worth every dollar.

It's all talk until everybody
signs on that dotted line.

(ELEVATOR BUTTON CLICKS)

Yo, but good shit in there
with the lawyer.

I see you been reading
that book from cover to cover.

Thanks. Yeah.

- But what the fuck does pro forma mean?
- (SCOFFS)

Yo, yo. Let's get this studio built
so we can control our own destiny.

Now we can make
our music independently, without a label.

We finish this up, we can fit at least
two MCs in a booth at once.

So we building a real studio?

Yep, yep, yep.

I got Power out now
getting all the equipment,

and, uh, the rest is up to us.

Hey, yo, this shit is mad rusty, son.

Yeah, well, it gets the job done.

SHA: Yo, you even allowed
to do all of this?

Don't renovations break the lease?

- Yo, at my mom's spot...
- We finish up the booth,

then we get started on the speakers.
All right?

Where?

Ain't no room for a bed as it is,
let alone a crib.

BOBBY: Gonna hang them from the ceiling.

A'ight, so which one of y'all
done construction before? 'Cause...

Man, where's Divine at?

He the one that's good
with all this Bob Vila-ass shit.

BOBBY: Yo, he's out handling Wu business.

It's up to us to handle this.

I'll get started on the booth,
and you two can install the bass traps.

Nah, I got it.

(SHA SCOFFS)

Hey, yo, I know what
you trying to do, son.

I'm trying to make dope music.

Can't do that until we finish this up.

So y'all two niggas better figure it out.

(SCOFFS)

(PAGER BEEPS AND VIBRATES)

Shurrie. She must be on her way
with the baby. Hey, yo, genius!

- Yo.
- DENNIS: I can't even make a phone call.

I thought you was gonna
activate the landline.

Empty your pockets. I'll go hit
the pay phone, get us set up, yo.

More fucking bread...

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA)

- AKG-C414-EB.
- That's the mic?

Oh, not just any microphone...
brass capsules,

nine polar patterns,
state-of-the-art components,

and the last one we have in stock.

The Ensoniq EPS 16 Plus sampler,

two mixers, cables,
controllers, headphones,

three speakers, the mic,
DBX Dual Compressors.

CBS what?

DBX Dual Compressors.
Is there anything else...

- No, we good, we good.
- CLERK: If you have trouble

with the SL-4 library sounds
for the EPS 16,

- try to adjust each sample on its own.
- Yo, how much all this shit cost, yo?

(CHUCKLES)

That's two bricks.

Bricks, sir?

Forget it.

Hey, this for you.

Take that shit, nigga.
Pack all that shit up, kid.

Appreciate that.

(DRILL TRIGGER CLICKS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

Yo, you unplugged my shit.

Hey, yo, I could sleep
in the bathtub, son.

Wouldn't be the first time.

BOBBY: No, you and...
You and Shurrie take the bed.

I got the couch.

Shit, ain't nobody gonna be
doing no sleeping

if I don't get this crib built.

Hey, yo, I got the...
I got the one Rie wanted, too.

Fucking highway robbery
what they charging for a cage.

I'm letting you know, I'm not...
I'm not changing no diapers, yo.

Nigga, that's your nephew, son.

- BOBBY: Just letting you know, yo.
- You gon' act like that?

BOBBY: Yo, I mean that. Not a one.
DENNIS: Yeah, whatever, nigga.

BOBBY: She gets in at 6:00, right?
DENNIS: Yeah.

So I got plenty of time
to finish the crib before they walk in.

Y'all over here talking
about building a crib

when we supposed to be building
a recording studio.

BOBBY: It's a problem?
SHA: What you mean, "Is it a problem?"

What are we doing here?

I be Sam. Sam I am.

Yes, sir. Mmm-hmm.

Yo, we told you to go and get cartons,
not go out and buy eggs, yo.

Hey, yo, son, how I'm supposed
to get egg cartons

- without the eggs, man?
- Yo...

ASON: Now, I know you don't expect me
to go dumpster diving, right?

Look at these kicks, man.

Now, where the pots and pans at, son?

Hey, yo, for what, son? For what?

BOBBY: Leave the eggs here.

Go and get some cartons, a'ight?
And you can get food at the store.

DENNIS: Nigga, you trying
to make a sandwich

while we working and shit?

You know I can't work
on an empty stomach, man.

DENNIS: Love wasting money.
BOBBY: Wasting money.

(LINE RINGS)

OPERATOR: Good morning.
I'm your operator, Shelly.

- How can I be of assistance?
- Peace, God.

Uh, so how can I help you?

Need to activate the phone
line for account 235-A34.

- And name on the account?
- Wu-Tang Productions.

It appears there's an outstanding balance
of $580 listed here.

How would you like to pay that today?

That's not our balance.
That's the last tenant.

Oh, okay, then you'll just need to fax

your lease agreement over,
or you can bring it down

to one of our satellite offices.

How we gonna fax something
without a working line?

Man, fuck all that bullshit.

Sir, that language is unacceptable.

- Yo, look...
- (LINE DISCONNECTS)

- Yo...
- (LINE BEEPING)

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)

- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
- (MUSIC SLOWS, STOPS)

MAN: (SHOUTS) What the fuck's
going on with the power?

- (MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
- (SIGHS) Fuck.

DIVINE: Got to get
these damn contracts ready.

NIA: Mmm-hmm.
DIVINE: "Pro forma.

"Official document, financial statements,

-"or a legal form."
- Because he's right here.

Yo, what that man say about me?

My dad wants his suit back, sarakay.

Tell him I need to borrow it
for maybe another day.

More like two.

Can he keep it, uh, for a little...

Yes, a little bit...

Mmm, okay. Barakmati.

Mmm, barakmati. So what'd he say?

He said you've come a long way,

and it ain't got nothing
to do with a suit.

What did he really say?

- Have it dry-cleaned.
- (CHUCKLES)

Light starch.

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

(SCOFFS)

- MATH: Yo.
- Yo, what up, Math?

Peace, God.

- What up?
- Yeah, welcome.

Peace.

So how's the... How's the job site?

No, no, you know, shit,
same soup, just reheated.

- DIVINE: Mmm-hmm.
- Been hiding away

most of the day on the rooftop
working on these logos.

- Ooh. Okay, a'ight. Let me see.
- Got you, huh?

Bam, bam! Protect your neck!

Mmm. You like that?

We, uh... We trying to start a business,
you know, not make a horror flick.

Yo, RZA said y'all want to be
cutting people's heads off.

Okay. Mathematics,
just take a seat, please.

All right, so, um, what we need
is we need a logo that's, uh...

That's gonna call out
to the people like the Bat-Signal.

Yeah?

This is gonna make them run and hide.

What you want, less blood?

No blood. No severed heads. This is...
This isn't Friday the 13th.

A'ight, back to the drawing board, then.

I need it by tomorrow.

Tomorrow? That's a rush job.

I know, but can you just
do me this one favor?

Yo, I got to charge you more.
That's double.

Okay. Okay, okay.

Hey, look, you come back later,
I'll have it for you.

A'ight, I better get to work, then.

Oh. Y'all making a horror movie?

Hey, careful, Killah.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Hey, yo, this shit kind of therapeutic.

- I ain't even gonna front, son.
- Hell yeah.

Feels kind of good to be
building some shit, right?

- Yo, yo. Check it out, yo.
- BOBBY: Hell yeah.

We got everything to record now.

Ain't nothing gonna stop us.

Ah.

It's only one mic?

Yeah. You know how much that shit cost?

Yeah. Yo, I do. I just...

We need... We need two microphones.

Just have these niggas pass...
Pass it back and forth and shit.

They can't be passing microphones
back and forth on skits.

(CHUCKLES)

- Yeah, it's time for my break, son.
- (STAPLERS CLATTERS)

Thanks, man.

- MAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- (WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

- MAN: What do you mean, man?
- What the fuck?

MAN: I didn't use anything.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

BOBBY: Oh, shit.

- POWER: Yo, what's wrong?
- (SIGHS) That's my building manager.

Probably about the electricity and shit.

Hey, yo, she see
all of this shit, it's over.

She sees the wall back there,
we'll get fucking evicted.

- You want me to go handle it?
- (SIGHS) I'll handle it.

You guys just stay put.
Be easy. Don't make any noise.

- A'ight?
- POWER: Yeah, a'ight.

(SPEAKING MANAGER SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Hey, is your power out?

I don't... I don't know.

You don't know if you have power?
How's that?

I just... I just moved here.
I don't really have anything inside.

I keep telling these people
don't use too much juice,

or they're gonna break the circuit.

You should try one of these other tenants.

I didn't... I didn't use
any power, so maybe it's...

- It's one of them over there.
- (THUDS)

- DENNIS: Ah, fuck.
- What's that?

What do you...

- I thought... You said there was no...
- ASON: I think it's the whole block, son.

I just came from the next building over.

I know the super.
His power just came back on.

Well, my guy's not here today.

I got you.

I took a few classes in trade school.
Where your box at?

In the maintenance room.

- It's not haunted, is it?
- (MANAGER CHUCKLES)

No.

Trade school, huh?

I was tryin' to work for NASA and shit.

(WHISPERS) Thank you, my dog.

DICE PLAYER: Come on. Let's go!

DICE PLAYER 2: Come on, baby,
four, five, six.

Four, five, six, four, five, six.

Yo, Poppy, are you gon' roll the dice,
or you trying to stick your dick in it?

Come on, kid.
I ain't got all day, let's go.

Damn! Why y'all rushing me?

Give me my shit.

Yo, I heard Bobby's back in town.

Yeah.

POPPY: He changed his name again, right?

From Rakeem to The RZA.

- SHOTGUN: Yeah, something like that.
- Y'all gonna do more joints together?

I guess. After I empty
every one of y'all pockets.

- PLAYER: Pssh, yeah, right.
- (PLAYERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Yo, shorty. You still trying to play?

Yo, how much money you lost today already?

- Yo, come on. Chill out, big bro.
- (SHOTGUN SCOFFS)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES, HORN HONKS)

Yo!

I'm getting my money back
from one of y'all niggas. A'ight?

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

PLAYER: Oh, yes, sir. Four, five, six.

Yo, good lookin' on the bail.

Yo, you already know we got you.
What's up, dog?

Yo, we need to head to the stu.
Them niggas Ghost and Rae already there.

REBEL: Ghost?
SHOTGUN: D-Lover.

Changed his name to Ghostface Killah,
like in the movies and shit.

(SCOFFS) Yo, him and Rae?
In the same room?

U-GOD: That Park Hill-Stapleton shit?

- That shit is over now, son.
- Word?

- RZA had them squash that shit.
- RZA, who's that?

Bobby, son. He call himself The RZA now.

Yo, how long I been locked up for?

Shit, nigga, a long time, nigga.

Yo, pass the method, son.
I got to get my mental right.

- (TIRES SCREECH, GUNFIRE)
- Oh, shit!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(CAR ENGINE REVS, TIRES SQUEALING)

WOMAN: Everybody all right?

(HAMMERING)

DENNIS: Man, these instructions
don't even make sense.

BOBBY: Oh, shit.

Yo, the Inspectah, in the flesh.

Peace, peace. You good?

U-God, what's up, kid?

DENNIS: Yo, it took mad long, son.

BOBBY: Peace, peace.

DENNIS: What, jakes is fucking
with you on lockup?

Yo, bon-bon, yo.

DENNIS: What up, son?
What up? What up? Peace.

SHA: What's the word?
BOBBY: What's good, niggas?

Yo, Poppy got hit, son.

BOBBY: Is he...

Shit fucked up, son.

Just minding his business.

He wasn't even doin' nothing.
The bullet wasn't even for him.

Bullets don't got names on them.

SHOTGUN: I was out there
all afternoon, son.

It could be me
in a fucking body bag right now.

Yeah, I hear you. Shit, I got hit.

Shit, my leg's still fucked up.

BOBBY: I could still be in prison.
Yo, all of us,

we've been through our shit, right?

But we all here now, with our brothers.

So this the new, uh...

Yeah. Let's use it.

Let's make some fucking music, yeah?

I got some new shit I been working on.

Let me finish this shit, son.

DENNIS: Hey, yo,
I finally got this shit done.

Yo, the springboard's on backwards, guy.

Mmm, put the mattress in,
the baby's shit might collapse,

- know what I mean?
- What are you talking about, son?

- (MUTTERING)
- What did he say?

Springs is on backwards.

Put the baby in there, it might collapse.

(SIGHS) Motherfucker.

Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo! Chill, Killah.

Nah, 'cause I been working
on this shit all day.

Now I got to take this shit a-fucking-part
and put it back together,

and Shurrie at the station, my nigga.
You gon' go pick her up?

Nah, right?
She been on the bus seven hours.

- This ain't a fucking joke.
- (DOOR SLAMS)

It ain't even that serious, nigga.
(SCOFFS)

- Yo, this nigga bugging.
- Tripping, yo.

- Yo, who got the method, man?
- We dry.

U-GOD: Let me call my mans real quick.

That's fucked, yeah, nigga.

- Yo, what up with the phone?
- BOBBY: The phone is disconnected.

- Electricity is out.
- U-GOD: Fuck you mean it's out?

- What the fuck is we doing here for, then?
- BOBBY: It's out, nigga.

Yo, no power. No phone. No damn weed.

- Man, I thought we was making music, son.
- This nigga ain't got shit, man.

REBEL: Shit's wack, man.

Fuck out of here.

DIVINE: Name me one famous company
that doesn't have a memorable logo.

Stop selling and get to the point, son.

- What are we doing?
- DIVINE: Rolling Stones...

We got the Rolling Stones,
they have that red tongue.

- POWER: Listen, listen, listen.
- Pink Floyd's got that...

I agreed to bankroll Bobby's music.

- DIVINE: I hear you...
- Know what I'm saying?

DIVINE: No, I hear you,
but this goes beyond music.

(CHUCKLES) Next thing you know,
you'll want me to pay

for fucking business cards
and shit, right?

- You should be more worried...
- Hey, look, man...

POWER: About getting all them
cats to sign them contracts.

DIVINE: Math has been working
on this Wu logo for weeks,

and we still haven't paid him.

Yo, did you not see all that new equipment

I bought for Bobby for the studio?

- Did you not see that shit?
- MAN: Right.

And not to mention
the fucking tools, the rugs, bail money.

Now you want me to pay
for a fucking logo, nigga?

A fucking logo?

You the executive producer
of the album, right?

Well, that logo is gonna be
on the cover of that album.

Oh, word?

You know, I swear with y'all niggas,

it's like one handout
after the next, right?

I'm down to my last stack.

Look, this is why you'll be the first

to reap the rewards when we blow up.

So can you just pay the man so he can...

He can deliver me the logo

so then I can give the logo to the lawyer

so the lawyer can deliver
the pro forma tomorrow?

(LAUGHS) You not hearing me.

I spent everything I had
on that fucking equipment, nigga.

I'm basically broke, son.

Are you serious?

No, no, what... Yo, what about the...

(SOFTLY) Look, come... Come talk to me.

(OBJECTS RATTLE)

- POWER: Fuck out of here.
- (DOOR OPENS)

BOBBY: Yo, yo, yo.

- Yo, it's me.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

- Yo, what up, Bobby?
- Where's that fucking flashlight at?

My nigga Math. What's good, yo? You good?

Yeah, man, I'm just trying
to get paid for this logo work,

but it seem like y'all ain't got it.

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE)

This is...

Was my rent money.
Take the shit. It's yours.

Yo, you sure?

Yeah. Just, uh,
simplify the shit, you dig?

MANAGER: I know there's a new fuse
in one of these boxes.

(SIGHS) So how do you go
from wanting to work for NASA

to making music?

ASON: You know, I always been
into frequencies,

and all frequencies is is vibrations.

You know, that's all music is...
Frequencies and vibrations.

So what kind of a singer are you?

No, I'm a... I'm a rapper.

I sing, too. It's hard to explain.

And what's your stage name?

The Ol' Dirty Bastard.

(LAUGHS) It's like a joke? Like Weird Al?

No, it ain't no joke like Weird Al.

It's the Ol' Dirty Bastard
'cause ain't no father to my style.

And who do you think is gonna buy a record
from a guy named Ol' Dirty Bastard?

You don't like the Ol' Dirty Bastard?

What kind of name you like?

MANAGER: For you? You look like...

El gran niño Jesús.

Shit.

El gran niño Jesús, yeah.

El gran niño Jesús.

Yeah.

SHA: Come on, man,
I can't take this shit no more.

Yo, we really tryin' to light
this shit up with candles, son?

This is not a fucking
memorial service, dog.

U-GOD: Word. Yo, how much longer, yo?

- (PAGER VIBRATES)
- SHA: Yo, shorty been hitting

my line all day, B.

Yo, I'm off this shit, son.

- It's dark, yo.
- BOBBY: Hey, yo, yo, just...

Just chill, a'ight?
We... We about to make some music.

Just... Just wait for the lights
to come back on.

Can't nobody record nothing
without the electricity, son.

Yeah, Sha got a point, son.
Maybe another day.

- Just give it a second, yo. Just...
- Nah, bro.

ASON: Trade school, motherfucker.

- Yo!
- (ELECTRICITY HUMS)

Fuck out of here, son.

BOBBY: Bring your ass back inside, yo.

- Bring your ass back in.
- (U-GOD CHUCKLES)

BOBBY: Let's make some fucking music.

SHOTGUN: (RAPPING)
I am the one and only Method Man

The master of the plan,
wrappin' shit like Saran

BOBBY: Hey, hell yeah, nigga!

Hit your skins

With some of this and some of that

SHA: Yo, he killing this shit.

Which one of you
motherfuckers want method?

GARY: Oh!
BOBBY: Yo.

- SHA: What's good, God?
- Yo, what up, what up?

SHOTGUN: Yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo

SHA: Whoo!

SHOTGUN: Not an average

Rah, ooh, ah, oochie-ka

Tell me how you like it so far, baby paw

The poetry's in motion, coast to coastin'

Rub it on your skin like lotion

What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord

Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword

Hey, hey, hey like Fat Albert

It's the Method Man,
ain't no if, ands about it

It's the Method

MEMBER: Power, what's good?

Yo, you hear Meth right now?

SHOTGUN: All right, y'all,
get your White Owls.

Get your meth, get your skins.

Don't forget your 'orties.

And we gonna do it like this.

(RAPPING) I got fat bags of skunk

I got White Owl dub

And I'm about to go get lifted

Yes, I'm about to go get lifted

I got myself a forty

I got myself a shorty

And I'm about to go and stick it

Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, oh

This nigga fucking spitting, nigga!

- Aw...
- Yo, yo. Dirty, what's good, yo?

MEMBER: Son, you got to be louder than us.

- You do that for me?
- Ain't got to worry about that no more.

We can't get evicted, yo.

- ASON: Nah, we cool, man.
- A'ight.

What I tell you, man?

Method Man going crazy right now.

ALL: (RAPPING) M-E-T-H-O-D Man

Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

Whoo!

SHOTGUN: It's the Method Man,
ain't no if, ands about it

It's the Method

(ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

ALL: (RAPPING) M-E-T-H-O-D Man

M-E-T-H-O-D Man

(COUGHS)

- (MANAGER COUGHS)
- (LAUGHS)

Thanks, Ol' Dirty Bastard.

Hey, yo, we deserved this shit,
you know what I'm saying?

Can I ask you a question?

Go ahead.

What's your name?

I told you already.

Ason Unique.

(LAUGHS) No way
your parents named you that.

Come on, what's your real name?

My real name? Russell.

(COUGHING)

I prefer Ol' Dirty Bastard.

(ASON LAUGHS)

(LINE RINGING)

OPERATOR 1: Hello, my name is James.

How can I be of help to you today?

- Peace, God.
- Excuse me?

(LINE RINGING)

OPERATOR 2: Good evening. This is Marcus.

- How can I help you?
- Peace, God.

What seems to be the issue?

OPERATOR 3: Hello, this is Tucker.

- Peace, God.
- Sir?

OPERATOR 4: I don't understand.

OPERATOR 5: This is the operator.

OPERATOR 6: Hello, this is Heather.
How can I help you?

OPERATOR 7: Excuse me?
OPERATOR 8: This is Ashley...

GARY: Peace, God.

OPERATOR 9: Could you repeat that?

OPERATOR 10: This is Britney.
How can I help you?

OPERATOR 11: Sir?

- OPERATOR 12: Operator.
- Peace, God.

Peace, God.

Yo, we just moved into our new spot, God.

The last tenant left an account balance,

my word is bond,
and we starting a new business,

so we need the phone
in service immediately.

I got you. Just give me your info.

Yo, that's peace.

The info, account number 235-A34.

Wu-Tang Productions.

- (METHOD MAN PLAYING)
- (MEMBERS CHEERING)

MEMBER: Hey, yo,
this shit is banging, son.

(ALL LAUGHING)

SHA: Gza, what's the word, B?

MEMBER 1: Yo, what up, God?
U-GOD: What's going on?

MEMBER 1: Shaolin shit up.
MEMBER 2: Peace to the God.

- Yo.
- BOBBY: Yeah.

GARY: Phone number
for Wu-Tang Productions, God.

Oh, shit, yo. Yo, Deck.

Yo, pass the bone, though, God,

- Nigga been outside all day.
- (MEMBER LAUGHING)

- BOBBY: Yo, respect, brother.
- (ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

GARY: Oh, y'all think
y'all the Method Man?

Trying out y'all
superpower lungs and shit.

Do me a favor and, uh, give the blunt
to Meth in the studio.

SHOTGUN: (RAPPING)
Turn me up, I'm about to get

Nigga, while he's recording?

Yeah, tell him to...

to take the biggest hit
he's ever taken in his life. A'ight?

SHOTGUN: I am the one and only Method Man

GARY: A'ight. Bet.

SHOTGUN: Shit. Light me up.

About to blow, light me up.

ASON: Oh, shit.

GARY: Yo, hit it, dog.

Hey, yo, hit that shit, nigga.
Hit that shit.

Bro, hit it, God.

Come on, son.

Hit that shit one time.

Yeah, that's some good bone
right there. Word.

(METHOD MAN COUGHS)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

I'm surprised he's still sleeping.

How long was he out for on the bus?

The entire ride.
I was able to read a whole book.

- That's my boy.
- Yeah.

Well, your boy is gonna be up all night.

Please tell me you got that crib.

- Yeah, I got it.
- Okay.

I just got to finish building it.

Look, we was building
the studio and shit all day.

Okay.

(WHEEL RATTLES)

(SIGHS) Motherf...

Hey, yo, I guess
I'm a professional handyman now.

(SHURRIE LAUGHS)

The building is a lot nicer
than you described.

Yeah. They got a park down the street

with a little jungle gym.

We had all that.

What was missing in Ohio was you.

Mmm-hmm.

- Mmm.
- (BABY FUSSES)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Cute.

I'm guessing this the one.

- Welcome home.
- (CHUCKLES)

- (MEMBERS LAUGHING)
- ASON: Yo! What's going on, D?

MEMBER: Ghost up in the house.

(METHOD MAN CONTINUES PLAYING)

- DENNIS: Hey, yo, you build this?
- Not me. The Chef.

BOBBY: Yo.

MEMBER: Yeah.

SHOTGUN: Check it.

(RAPPING)
With an average flow, doing average

Yo, I'm super, I make a bitch squirm

With my super sperm

MEMBER 1: Yeah, Meth!
MEMBER 2: Killer tape, God.

SHOTGUN: Butt-naked

I smell sess, pass the method

- MEMBER 3: Yo.
- (ALL LAUGHING)

(BABY FUSSING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Did you really think we was
all gonna live up in there?

They not all living here, Rie.

Come on, we...
We talked about this already.

Why you acting all surprised?

I knew it was small,
but not that kind of small.

I know, but it was bigger

before we put all Bobby's
equipment and shit. All right?

Bobby already agreed to take the couch.

What about the baby?

We can put the crib in the kitchen.

It's not always gonna be like this, Rie.

Of course it will.

What other option we got?

Dennis, I told you we need our own place.

And I told you we can't rent another...

- Shh.
- We can't rent another spot,

because we gon' blow through our savings
in, like, two months.

What else we supposed to do?

I don't know. This is not gonna work.

Yo, Ghostface Killah.

Yo, what up, what up, son? What up?

Yo, Bobby wants to talk business.

All right. I'll be right there.

Hey, what's up, Shurrie?

Look, let me just go in there
and handle this real quick, a'ight?

I'll be right back out.

Come on, Rie.

(KISSES)

Ghostface Killah?

SHA: Contract?

DIVINE: Mmm-hmm, that's right, contract.

So every contract is exactly the same.

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

as a group and as individual artists.

Now, what that means
is that you still have the ability

to do your solo albums,
but you still stay a part of Wu-Tang.

What we're trying to do...

Is create a business, right?

Now, in order to do that,

we got to paper up.

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

Now, for the rest of the world
to see that,

I need three things.

I need time.

I need control.

- Control?
- I need trust.

And I swear to God,

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

We'll change this entire fucking industry.

What do you say?

Yo, son, these contracts
is mad thick, son.

Word.

I ain't finna sit here
and read all this shit.

You better off just telling
niggas what you want.

Know what I mean?
What's wrong with this man?

Give me five years of your life.

(SCOFFS) Five years?

- You can keep this shit, son.
- MEMBER: Five years?

- B-O-B.
- Come on, man.

Five years is a long time.

Yo, son, the judge
wasn't even gonna give you

five years back in Ohio.

- Come on, son.
- BOBBY: Sha...

Don't Sha me, nigga.
What the fuck is this nigga doing?

GARY: Who knows you better than Bobby?

Nigga, he was signed to a label.

He gave control to those
greedy-ass executives already.

Nigga, they weren't family.

Look how that shit turned out, God.

He got paid, though.

But he got paid a fraction
of what we can make

if we all came together, my nigga.
Just listen for a second.

GARY: See, my man get it.

ASON: Yo, son, what's pro forma?

(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

A'ight. A'ight, yo. We... We, uh...

We built this studio together, right?

Word!

BOBBY: In order to keep
this shit together,

you got to tighten
every motherfucking screw.

You got to hammer in every nail.

That's what this
fucking contract serves as...

To keep us together.

The fucking paperwork only comes into play

if we break our word... That's it.

I'm just asking y'all niggas
to take the first step.

After that...

I got y'all.

And yo, y'all, deep down in your hearts,

y'all know that shit, right?

- Right?
- SHA: Right.

- GARY: Look at us, we a family.
- (SIGHS)

BOBBY: We fucking family, right?

(BABY FUSSES)

Yo, son, I'd rather make hits
than get hit any day.

I'll sign it, son.

MEMBER 1: Here we go, Bobby.
MEMBER 2: Word.

You got to nod yourself.

We're all family, right, Bobby?

Yo, put that beat back on, son.

(METHOD MAN PLAYING)

- So this my...
- SHOTGUN: Turn that shit up.

DENNIS: Are you... You gon' sign that?

No, it's cypher.

Well, cuz, you already know
my word is my bond, right?

What? You know I'm here.

- Yeah.
- GARY: Bobby, tell him.

BOBBY: My nigga.

Sooh!

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(RAPPING INDISTINCTLY)

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

(SIGHS)

Come in.

- Come in. I got you.
- Thank you.

DENNIS: Hey, yo, you really
think we gon' make it, son?

Oh, shit.

How long you been up?

Shit, that would require falling asleep.

BOBBY: You talk to Shurrie?

DENNIS: Yeah, I'ma head
over there in a minute.

Yo, I got to make this work
for my family, son.

BOBBY: She'll come back around, yo.

She has to.

DENNIS: Nah, son.
We just need a spot of our own. That's it.

BOBBY: We got this crib
so we could save money,

you know...

Make music.

DENNIS: Yeah, I know.

(DENNIS SIGHS)

Yo...

We're gonna make it.

SHOTGUN: (RAPPING ON RECORDING)
Hey, you, get off my cloud

You don't know me,
and you don't know my style

Whoo, whoo! That shit's hot.

Hell yeah. What's it called?

Method Man.

Hey, you got something
on your hands. Hell yeah.

So you gonna play that shit
in the club tonight? What's up?

Can't do it.

Why the fuck not?

Look, the audio levels are off.

If I play this at the club,

it'll sound like the song
is playing through a phone.

All right, here,
check this out, check this out.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

CHRIS: A'ight, now look at these levels.

You see how this song
hits that mark up there?

That's what you want.

Yo, we spent all that fucking money
on the audio equipment.

I understand, man,

but there's only so much
you can do at home.

To get this to the next level,
it needs to be recorded

in a real studio to get the sound right

or at least mixed and mastered in studio.

Yo, how much is that gonna cost?

- (SCOFFS) I mean...
- (SCOFFS) Fuck this shit, man.

- Hey, yo. Yo!
- (DOOR OPENS)

CHRIS: Something I said?

DIVINE: Look, we have all the parts
you already recorded here.

How many hours
do we need in a studio? Like, total?

It's not even about hours, yo.

It's about days, maybe even weeks.

We're gonna have to rent studio time
for every single song that we do.

And we don't have the funds.

Well, you... You can apply
for a credit card.

Me?

- DIVINE: Both of us can.
- Yo.

Come on, now, what more can we lose?

Think about how long that's gonna take.

A'ight, no. No, no.

Maybe we can ask Jerome.

A'ight.

Look at us.

So damn broke,
we can only afford one egg roll.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- You think that's the building manager?
- (SCOFFS)

You ready to get evicted?

No, you getting evicted.

I live with my girlfriend.

- What's up, 'Vine?
- DIVINE: Yo, what's up?

- POWER: How you?
- I'm all right.

What's up, bro? All good?

DIVINE: Yeah. Yo, yo.

Answering the door like
I'm the police or some shit. (CHUCKLES)

- Y'all good?
- Yeah, we okay.

You know this my shit, right?

All this equipment right here?

Keyboards, the speakers, the mic.

Everything you asked me for,
I gave you, right?

DIVINE: Yes.
BOBBY: Yes.

Can't have your shit sounding
bad in the club, right?

Go to the studio. Do what you got to do.

I told you on that damn boat
I was in all the way.

Know what I mean? I believe in this shit.

No, no, nigga, I thought you were broke.

I sold my whip.

- Shit, man.
- Come here, dog.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

BOBBY: Yo, yo, Math. Peace, God.

Peace, God.

BOBBY: Got that?

Oh, shit.

- Yeah.
- MATH: Yeah?

BOBBY: Yeah, nigga.
MATH: Yeah.

BOBBY: Hell yeah.

MAN: Get on the line.