01x03 - Blind Alley

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "The Breaks"...

- Give me the tape.
- I don't have it on me.

- You got DeeVee's tape?
- Sorry, sis.

My dumbass cousin
got it stolen in Jersey.

Got your tape here.

- I'm not going to South Carolina.
- Yes, you are.

And you gonna get away
from this Ahm n*gga.

Geronimo's crew caught Bug
over there by Kennedy.

They chopped the n*gga up.

This is for you.

I'm sorry about your loss.

What do you say you and me,
we get out in front of this?

Never in a million years.

What are you gonna tell Mattie
Taylor when you find her?

I'm gonna tell her the time is nigh

to get with Fouray Records,
we about to blow up.

You know, you're too good.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

It's sweet.

I'm sorry, David, but I need you
to put your shirt back on.

♪♪

Okay, so it's really over?

Yeah.

I don't understand.
You guys were so good together.

We were.

And I mean, don't get me wrong.

He's still great and I still love him.

It's just, I can't move

the way I want to move with
David right now.

You know, he's...

- (zipper zipping)
- What?

Sweet.

Y'all broke up because he's sweet?

Sweet.

Good. Patient. You know.

I don't know.

If we'd have stayed together,

I'd just end up hurting him
even more than I already did.

I understand.

Of course you do. We're the same.

Not exactly.

And not since, you know...

So, what, you're not hungry anymore?

I am.

And in certain ways, I'm hungrier,

but other things matter now.

And I have to take her
to the park sometimes.

- I get it.
- I know you get it.

That's why you said what you said.

Damita, you cannot keep
lording that over me.

- You asked my opinion, so...
- And you gave it and it's fine.

I just never understood
why you disappeared

when I decided to keep her.

- You moved!
- Come on, Nikki.

How many times are you
gonna make me apologize?

(woman) Damita, where you
put Lucinda's sandals?

By the library books.

You're right. My bad.

(woman) I can't find them.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Quiet on the set 'cause I'm
ready to handle you ♪

♪ I'm black royalty ♪

♪ Pay me my mechanicals
in dollars and cents ♪

♪ I ain't in it for
the hollas and gents ♪

♪ Be like Imani rock your soul... ♪

♪ I'm just looking at them like ♪

♪ Boy, where's your follow-through? ♪

♪ MCs out there, they kinda cute ♪

♪ But they can't compare
and they can't contest ♪

♪ 'Cause next to me she's just
another model in a body suit ♪

♪ Call it what you want,
I'm making no apologies ♪

♪ My rhymes slice like a Kn*fe
through your arteries ♪

♪ Razor sharp incision... ♪

Imani X is dope right?

Yeah, yeah.

I just got my hands on her demo.

I want Barry to sign her.

There's, like, tapes on his desk,

but Imani X, she's the one.

♪♪

♪ Baby, baby, take me higher ♪

I still can't believe that
you got another job.

At another black radio station.

You sure Juggy doesn't have
anything to do with this?

Why you gotta f*ck up my morning?

(laughing) Yo, I'm kidding,
I'm kidding, okay?

- Don't be so sensitive.
- It's a fresh start

- without Juggy's initials.
- Okay.

I actually get to program
a couple tracks and...

You believe me?

I have to, okay?

My dad's on my ass.

Ahm's on my ass.

I don't even have a place to stay.

Crash at my place.

You can't put out new music
if you're in hiding.

You sure?

It's cool.

It's all good, man.

I got a couple passes to
the New Music Seminar.

Why don't you come down and meet 'em?

Why? I don't have a demo.

And Ahm won't let anybody hear the
stuff that we're doing, so...

You never know what's gonna happen.

You can split tomorrow.

Okay.

There's gonna be girls there, right?

Hell yes, there's gonna be girls there.

Gotta go.

- Where?
- To the job, Mama.

What job? This your job.

You supposed to be here.

Your father can't be here,
so he needs you to be.

- Ma, I know.
- Yeah, you know?

Then why you leave?

(cash register dings)

- You're f*cking with me today, right?
- Actually, no.

I'm Nikki Jones,
I'm with Fouray Management.

I heard your demo,

and I'd like to talk to you
about joining Fouray.

Look, you can't be in line
if you ain't buying nothing.

Okay, let me get a pack of
sour apple Now and Laters.

- cents.
- I think you're dope.

We could help you get a recording
contract, get you in the studio.

(popping gum)

cents.

Everyone's crazy over Ill Jake's album.

He just got a new record deal,
but you don't got sh*t.

- And your point is?
- You wrote "Spit Take."

That's the joint that got him
picked up by Atlantic.

Look, I'd love to introduce you
to Barry Fouray.

He's speaking on a panel at
the New Music Seminar today.

I'll leave two passes at the door.

(pop)

cents.

You're better than this.

(music playing, people chattering)

(laughing)

Yo, everybody is up in here.

Yeah. Yes, they are.

Hey, Mama. What's up?

Hey, are you in the DJ battle?

I'm covering it.

Yeah, yeah, I am.

Cool. The lyric, right?

I'll try and stop by later.

- Okay.
- Bye.

So...

since when were you selected
for the DJ battle?

Since just now.

And how exactly do you plan on
getting into the DJ battle?

I have no idea.

Holy sh*t!

- Dude, is that Lynch Mob?
- Come on!

No, bro, I'm... I'm black.

I don't run toward sh*t, no.

I was gonna be in the DJ battle!

My son's name was Wayne Louis Calder.

He was born February th, ,

at Brooklyn Hospital
right up the street.

: p.m.

My husband had to work,
so he couldn't be there.

But my cousin Melba, she came with me.

She held my hand the whole time.

What you want, lady?

He didn't cry too much
when he came into the world.

He just laid on my belly
with his eyes open.

I don't want your money.

Let's go.

He was my only child.

(car starting)

♪ Not the bragging or boasting ♪

♪ And plus it ain't no secret ♪

♪ Why they tapping my phone ♪

♪ Although I can't keep it a secret ♪

♪ So I decided to kick it, yo ♪

♪ And yes, it weighs a ton ♪

♪ I say it once again,
I'm called the enemy ♪

♪ I'll never be a friend
of those with closed minds ♪

♪ Don't know that I'm rapid,
the way that I rap it... ♪

New Music Seminar's kinda cool.

What they got, like, new carpet
or something in since last year?

You remember?

It's the same carpet, Barry.

The sign-in table moved.

Mm, you got a good eye.

You have a good memory.

Ha.

I think Imani X should
audition for the label.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but listen,
this is the setup,

and I need you to pay attention,
because it's all here...

the money, the distribution, the talent.

And look, look.

That's Harvey Rosen right there,
from Landmark Distribution.

Only thing about them
is we would have to

put up all of the production costs.

Ah, the queen!

Uh, excuse me, Miss Taylor!

I thought... I thought we was
gonna have that sit-down.

Yeah, we are, we are.

Things have just been a little
crazy with the transition,

so make sure Nikki talks
to my assistant.

We'll get her on the books
for next week.

(humming)

(phone line ringing)

Cheryl.

Hey, darlin'.

Tell Horace
Juggy's on the line, will you?

Horace, what's shakin', baby?

Listen, I want to talk to you

about this new Keith Sweat record.

♪♪

That's why I don't care
if he breach his contract.

If Tommy Boy doesn't drop D Bone,

who's gonna be our first artist?

We're about to find out.

All right, listen up!

I got a new label

and we holding auditions here
later on today!

I'm looking for a star.

Who got the hot sh*t? Bring it?

Here, right here!

(all shouting)

Right here. Give it to him.

All right, ladies,

we got our distinguished
panel of judges here.

It's gonna be a straight vote,
no ties, no tiebreaker.

We gonna have fun, we gonna
keep it entertaining,

and I don't want
to see your ass this year.

Nah, don't worry,
I got something better.

Look, the winner's gonna get ,

a fresh ashtray of techniques,

and of course... (laughs)

Yeah.

This is what it's all about right here.

- (applause)
- Right?

Y'all go get ready, man, act
like y'all want this, okay?

Hey. Um... you know, I was gonna ask you

if I could be a last-minute
substitute for Prince Sid.

He kinda got caught up

in that squabble out there
with Lynch Mob.

All right, you in, man.

- Word?
- Yeah, just...

Just go set your crates up
right over there.

Uh, you know what? About my crates, I...

Whatever, man, you can just use mine.

- All right?
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Whatever, carry on.

Pop-rap ain't the problem.

I like pop.

It's short for popular.

(laughing)

The problem is that hip-hop,

it don't get the chance
to become popular

because the radio, the radio
wants to keep it safe

and make a little bit of money doing it,
you know what I'm saying?

So the radio will play Young MC

and not play Public Enemy?

And I don't even mean that
as a disrespect to Young MC.

I'm just saying, there's room for Hammer

and there's room for Rakim, the God.

(murmurs of approval)

Mrs. Taylor, do you have
something to say?

Radio's looking for songs
that have melody.

Now, rap music is only just beginning

to mature and understand that.

- (man) What?
- People don't just want to hear beats.

They want to hear singing,
they want beautiful music.

We at EBJ Music truly
believe in the future of rap,

and we're gonna be looking for
rap that has balance.

C+C Music Factory is a great
example of that,

both melody and rap...

- Hey. I'm glad you could make it.
- Hey.

So after this, I'm gonna
take you upstairs

so you can audition for Barry.

- Audition?
- Well, it...

How much you paying her?

- This my mom.
- Her manager.

Nikki Jones, Fouray Records,

and it's not a gig, it's an opportunity.

I'd like Barry to hear
what Imani X can do.

I think you'll k*ll it.

I got all the respect in
the world for my sister here,

but this is an old person's view
of what music is supposed to be.

I've been in this business long
enough to know what sells,

and I also understand that music
is always changing.

Then you can't... You can't...
You can't tell me that...

EBJ Music is looking forward
to progressing with rap music.

You can't tell me that "Humpty Dance"
ain't as catchy as...

- ..."You Can't Touch This."
- But it's more than just being catchy.

It's more than just being catchy.

Hey, can you cover me for a few?

- ...and NWA don't make great songs...
- ...has a melody, that has a message...

...that aren't more than
catchy and have messages.

- I don't think so.
- (applause)

- Public Enemy don't have a message?
- Well, but we want...

- Public Enemy don't have a message.
- We want melody.

(knocking on door)

(knocking continues)

Yo, man, we found that n*gga
that k*lled Bug.

Yo!

Yo, Ahm, man.

Look, man, this is Bug's...

Look, man, stop tripping
over that woman, a'ight?

If she ain't want it, she ain't want it.

I mean, if you really wanna
do something for her,

we staying at his girl's crib
up in Crown Heights.

We got eyes on him.

(door slams)

Okay.

It's time to open it to
the audience for questions.

Uh...

The young lady in the yellow shirt.

I got a question for Barry.

I wanna know how you use a coke
habit as an artist's expense.

Yo...

- Creative accounting or something, what?
- Ladies and gentlemen,

this cornfed bitch used to work with me

until I fired his ass for
pocketing artists' money.

Brother, you don't have
no money to steal.

Huh? Yo, this man ain't got
no distribution, people,

you know what I'm saying?

If you tell the folks that you
giving them a record deal...

You talking, but what...

You first ought to make sure that you
to enough wax in your store, right?

What have you ever started? Nothing!
You a leech, boss!

You don't know nothing about being no...

- Hey, hey, look, your boy...
- You stepping up?

(overlapping shouting)

- You won't be nothing without me!
- You wanna step up?

I'm the cat who helped you
start this thing!

You a sucker, you gonna
always be a sucker.

I knew that Fouray wasn't sh*t.

Come on, let's go.

- I'm so scared.
- Yeah, I want you to be.

- Be very scared.
- Ooh, I'm scared!

Get outta here, you a sucker!

My mom got called into work last minute.

Okay.

I gotta go catch Imani.

Imani X! Mrs. Williams!

Please! Please! I...

Tell me.

How is that man gonna manage Imani

when he can't even manage
his own God damn self, huh?

I am sorry for all the drama.

Gordie is Barry's closest
childhood friend.

You know how those things can turn ugly.

And what exactly is Fouray
gonna do for my baby?

He's gonna make her a star.

So why do I have to audition?

Please, believe me,

the auditions are just
a formality, trust me.

Let's just do it. I already took
the whole day off anyway.

In that nasty-ass Army surplus sh*t?

Ain't nobody at w*r.

Ma, why you tripping?

Because, we trying to get you a deal,

and you running around here

looking like a raggedy-ass little boy.

- Oh, hey, girl.
- Hey.

Just wanted to let you know
that the article on Barry got approved.

- Dope, that's great news.
- Yeah.

Hey, can you help me out with something?

I need a few seconds with Imani.

- Got it.
- Thanks.

Here, take the baby.

(baby fussing)

I'll get her from you later.

You have a cheetah dress on right now,
Mom? You feelin' it?

- I do?
- Hey.

- You have a cheetah dress.
- I'm Damita Alonzo

from the "Village Voice."

I'd like to get a few quotes for a piece

I'm working on about artist management.

- Sure.
- Yeah? Great, thanks.

- I'll get you.
- Over here.

What magazine did you say
you worked for?

Sorry about your mom.

It's not your fault. Whose kid?

Not mine.

Hey, I think Barry will
be ready for you in a sec.

I'll go check.

- Come on. Come on.
- (elevator bell dings)

Who left this beautiful child with you?

Whoa! Okay...

Okay, but whose baby is this?

(sniffing) All right!

(clapping) Let's get the party started!

No, no, no. It's all right.

Yo, let... let me see what you got.

♪ Words of a mastermind,
that's how I'm feeling ♪

♪ Knocking MCs out like
Mike Tyson did Givens ♪

♪ Rhyme after rhyme,
I'm flowing without a flaw ♪

♪ I keep it going and going
without a pause ♪

♪ Word to Chuck D, nasty it must be ♪

♪ You wanna draw hammers,
but you can't even touch me ♪

♪ 'Cause you don't really want it ♪

♪ And you ain't gonna blast, son ♪

♪ Any day stepping up to me
be your last one ♪

♪ So stop all the fronting and acting ♪

♪ I'm coming out of Queensbridge,
the main attraction ♪

♪ You now listening to the best, kid ♪

♪ Telling whack MCs step off
like a jet bridge ♪

♪ Born with the gift of gab ♪

♪ Heading to liquor store
looking for a fifth to grab ♪

♪ In the studio when I put pen
to pad, I'm out of orbit ♪

♪ And keep coming right back
with all that raw sh*t ♪

Okay, you nice with yours,
kid, for sure.

You got flow.
Keep... Keep doing your thing.

Who's next, though?

I need next. Next, next.

♪ Go! Go! ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪

(cheering and applause)

♪♪

(scratching)

(indistinct rap music and scratching)

(crowd cheering)

♪ There it is ♪

(crowd cheering)

All flash.

♪♪

(record trilling)

(crowd cheering)

(scratching)

♪ There it is, there it is ♪

♪ There it is, there it is,
there it is, there it is ♪

♪ There it is, there it is,
there it is, there it is... ♪

(music continues)

Oh, no, he did not.

♪ There it is ♪

♪ There it is, there it is,
there it is...♪

What is that, a baby's arm?

♪ There it is... ♪

Yo, man, what is wrong with you?

♪ There it is, there it is... ♪

(music stops)

Man, he gets good
traction with that thing.

What a d*ck move.

(laughter)

Make some noise for
DJ Breakmaster G, y'all!

(cheering and applause)

Yo, you still go by the name DJ DeeVee?

- Nah, it's just DeeVee.
- Okay.

Make some noise for our
challenger, DeeVee, y'all!

(cheering and applause)

DeeVee, where you from?

From Queens!

(cheering and applause)

It's on you, Queens.

(crowd chattering)

I don't know his f*cking crates!

I should have known you was gonna choke.

Yo, this sucker's from Queens.

(audience booing)

Yo, is Brooklyn in the house?

(scattered cheers)

f*ck that guy. Don't listen to him.

Actually, I think I will.

f*cking hypocrite.

(scattered cheers)

(man) What's up? See what Queens about.

(scratching record)

♪ All you other DJs be at your best ♪

♪ All you other DJs just...
just confess ♪

♪ All you other DJs
you can steal your all ♪

♪ All you other
DJs just take your fall ♪

♪ All you other DJs already try ♪

♪ All you other DJs disqualify ♪

♪ If you think you can b*at him
I'd say you're wrong ♪

♪ If you think you can
b*at him I'd say you're wrong ♪

♪ If you think you can b*at him
I'd say you're wrong ♪

♪ All you other DJs think...
think you can b*at him ♪

♪ All you other DJs you must be nuts ♪

♪ All you other DJs think...
think you can b*at him ♪

♪ All you other DJs you must be nuts ♪

(cheers and jeers)

♪ DJs think... think ♪

(record scratching)

♪ Other DJs you must be nuts ♪

♪ All you other DJs ♪

♪ Think... think... you can b*at him ♪

♪ Other DJs ♪

♪ You must be nuts ♪

(cheers and jeers)

♪ Still scratching cuts... cuts ♪

(scratching)

(cheering and applause)

All right. Wow, okay, okay.

Let's go to the judges
and see who won that round.

(overlapping chatter)

♪♪

DeeVee!

(speaking indistinctly)

Make some noise for DeeVee, y'all!

(cheering and applause)

My man Yapmaster B.L.

is in central booking right now, right?

So I'm gonna do his part
and I'm gonna do my part, right?

(b*at starts)

Check it out.

♪ I got the b*at, no, I got the b*at ♪

♪ Yo we got the b*at
to rock the streets, huh ♪

♪ I got the b*at, yo, I got the b*at ♪

♪ Yo, we got the b*at
to rock the streets, yo ♪

♪ I'll hip the hop
and I'll flip the flop ♪

♪ There's a drip a drop
and I'm not a cop ♪

♪ Yo, together we could
rock this b*at nonstop ♪

- Yo...
- ♪ We're the B.L. Crew ♪

♪ And we can never be stopped, huh ♪

Time out, time out, time out,
yo, time out, time out.

Do you know what year it is, man?

- It's .
- Are you sure?

Do you know that for a fact?

You looking real fam...

Yo...

Yo, Ponds, that's the m*therf*cker
bootlegging our sh*t!

Oh! I recognize you!

Get him, grab him, Ponds!

(elevator bell dings)

What now, Juggy?

I know you're very busy

with the new job and the fancy title,

so I reached out to some old
friends from back in the day

and I have secured for you
about a dozen or so stations

that are just chomping at the bit

to put Keith Sweat's new single

into their rotations.

Why would you do that?
You don't work at EBJ.

You don't work anywhere,
for that matter.

(chuckling)

I just... I...

I want to see you succeed.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

You know, sometimes...

a good word from an old pal
can go a long way.

(elevator bell dings)

It certainly can't hurt to have
"I'll Give All my Love to You"

playing in three major Midwest markets.

Well, I'm sorry, did I overstep?

(elevator bell dings)

You want me to call 'em all back

and tell 'em it's a no-go?

♪ Taken from the motherland,
stolen from our homes ♪

♪ To rap for the white man
on his microphones ♪

♪ They call it new music,
but that ain't a fact ♪

♪ 'Cause it was already here
and created by blacks ♪

♪ First they stole rock and
roll then they stole the soul ♪

♪ Left brother Chuck Berry
starving out in the cold ♪

♪ And now rapping is hot
and you know what's a waste? ♪

♪ We trying to get home
but we on third base ♪

Sashay!

All right, we not looking
for the next Clan.

Say, my brother...

who's distributing this so-called label?

Okay, I can't deal with this sh*t.

I'm out, all right? Move.

The revolution ain't gonna televised,

- f*cking around with y'all clowns.
- Imani X is ready.

Well, you tell her to leave her demo.

- But she's been waiting for...
- I don't care!

What'd I say? She can wait forever!

(indistinct chatter)

Yo, J, what's up?

What you doing here, Tiffany?

Ain't nobody interested
in that lame flow.

Boy, what? I'm the reason why
people checking for you now.

If you're the reason I got this deal,

then how come you don't
have a deal at all?

Riddle me that.

There you are. Is Barry ready for me?

Well, not exactly.

Barry just got called into
an important emergency meeting,

- but he's promised to listen to your demo...
- I knew it.

He promised me... Look, I... I knew.

I told you, baby.

This bitch ain't sh*t.

- I... I...
- Just like her boss.

Let's go.

(bell chimes)

Yo, why is you sweating me, man?

You buy something or not?

Ma, Ma, I got it.

You're Jamil's little brother, yeah?

Tell him what's up.

(bell chimes)

He's a good kid.

Good at stealing.

The store's dead. I've got a gig.

And you leave me here?

My other job is important, too, Oma.

(cheering and applause)

Okay, okay, okay,
okay, okay, okay, okay.

This is what it's about right now.

The big show.

The final round.

Can you f*cking believe
you made it this far?

It's f*cking crazy.

I know, crazy.

You really want to leave all this?

Man, I don't know.

Okay. We'll send you off right.

Up first is my man DJ Steve T, y'all!

(cheers and jeers)

♪♪

(turntabling)

(cheering and applause)

Hey, there's an orange record
back there, all right?

With a fist on it. Get me that.

♪♪

(scratching record)

(cheering and applause)

Look at you. Huh?

(cooing softly)

I can't believe I missed everything.

- Where were you?
- Where do you think?

You don't get a day off?

- My dad had a stroke.
- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

It's fine, it was last year,

but he still can't work,
so they expect me to.

So that's why you're always late.

Yeah.

And here I thought
you was just on C.P. time.

(both laugh)

Yo, Imani X is battling
Ill Jake in the lobby.

(singsong) You gonna fall asleep.

Uh... Tamika, right?

Yes?

What... this your baby?

Yes.

Hi. Thank you.

And don't forget her bunny.

Hi. Oh. Hi...

♪ Let me take this intermission ♪

♪ To say from musician wishing ♪

♪ Ill Jake can't be wrong
when I tell y'all ♪

♪ That this black bitch
belongs in the kitchen ♪

♪ Cooking my eggs and my biscuits ♪

♪ And stop frontin',
you ain't like a Jamaican ♪

♪ I see the crown and it's
ripe for the taking ♪

♪ You ain't an MC
you a bitch in the making ♪

♪ Now you wanna pop off, cry about it ♪

♪ Your hair you can chop off ♪

♪ That's what hoes do
when y'all careers drop off ♪

♪ How did I get here? ♪

♪ Back in the middle with
this Monie Love knockoff ♪

♪ Y'all say he ain't right ♪

♪ But she ain't Latifah
and she ain't Lyte ♪

♪ Ain't nobody gonna sign you
'cause you ain't light ♪

♪ And your rhymes
ain't even tight, a'ight? ♪

- (crowd "oohs")
- Yeah.

And you can take that back
to the boys' bathroom, Imani.

(b*at continues)

Okay, all right.

That was cute for you.

He clearly doesn't get any pussies.

- We get it.
- (all chattering)

♪ Uhh, yo ♪

♪ I don't claim to be
the meanest chick ♪

♪ It's been a while since I seen
a scene this thick ♪

♪ Matter fact the last time
I seen a scene this thick ♪

♪ Was probably the last time
Ill Jake seen his d*ck ♪

♪ And now I got a gunclap ♪

♪ How a diabetic claiming
that he run rap ♪

♪ When he probably can't even run laps ♪

♪ Look at his stomach, it's
done lapped over his belt ♪

♪ Where yonder money buns at ♪

♪ So let's put it on a display ♪

♪ It's time for the truth,
it's overdue ♪

♪ Now I'll admit the little
rhyme that you spit was ill ♪

♪ But not as half as ill
as the ones I wrote for you ♪

♪ Jake, you a snake
and I got you rattled ♪

♪ John Candy assh*le,
how you like them apples? ♪

♪ How you like it
when a girl get at you? ♪

♪ But I'm gonna be considerate stock ♪

♪ You look ill, Jake,
don't go into shock ♪

♪ Is there a nurse
in the house and a doc ♪

♪ That can administer this
fat n*gga insulin sh*t? ♪

♪ Wonder Woman
and I'm packing the lassos ♪

♪ Smacking all you cackling assholes ♪

♪ So let's give it up to the fatso ♪

♪ Clap clap, n*gga, you made it ♪

- That's my star.
- ♪ Signed to a deal ♪

♪ But you not top pedigree ♪

♪ Call me a bitch
but everybody know this bitch ♪

♪ Is more man than your
bitch ass'll ever be ♪

(crowd gasps and applauds)

Yeah!

(cheering and applause)

Hey!

- Hey yourself, culture vulture.
- (Nikki) What the f*ck?

It's okay, Nikki, give Jake some space.

He just got sunned by an earth.

- (laughter)
- Bitch.

f*ck you, egg roll.

f*ck you, fat boy!

(crowd) Ooh...

Hey. Don't listen to that knucklehead.

Uh, I... I won't.

Hey, I'm Ralph McDaniels.

- I'm Josie Cho, hey.
- Nice to meet you.

I'd love to see your photos
when you get 'em developed.

Yeah! (chuckling)

(train squealing)

(baby crying)

(metallic "clack")

(rattling)

(woman gasping in ecstasy)

(gasping continues)

(woman shrieks)

(man) Yo, what you doing?

Yo, what you want me to do with her?

- Let her go.
- Don't you even...

- What the f*ck do you mean?
- Let her go!

f*ck, man! (grunts)

Come on, bitch. Come on.

(woman shrieking)

Don't even think about it.

(grunting) Run, bitch!

(g*nsh*t)

(screaming)

(cheering and applause)

All right, y'all, all right,
y'all, this is it!

Our challenger DeeVee is about
ready to get this sh*t started,

so without any further ado,
let's go, DeeVee.

(scattered cheers and applause)

♪♪

(scattered cheers)

(scratching)

(audience shouting)

(turntabling)

Hey! (crowd cheering)

(crowd) Hey!

- Hey!
- (records snags)

(crowd protesting)

(beats going out of sync)

(scratch)

- (crowd groans)
- Oh, ho ho, the pressure.

The pressure.

Somebody lost control of their vehicle.

(cheering and applause)

Hey, man, close, but no cigar.

Make some noise for DeeVee, y'all.

(cheering and applause)

Hey... congratulations, man.

I was worried for a minute.

(laughing)

(cheering and applause)

Now, that was f*cking fantastic.

Yo, Young God,

every time I see you,
you doing big things, man.

Ah, thank you, big homey.

Word. We gotta get in the studio.

Absolutely, without a doubt.

Word.

Yo, these shorties
trying to holler at you.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Word.

♪♪

(crowd chatter)

I'm Barry from Ray Fouray Records.

I understand you manage Imani X.

And I'm her mother, Ella Williams.

Well, it's nice to meet you.

Listen, I need your daughter
in the studio right now,

and by right now, I mean
right now right now.

Hold up, slim.

I been hearing a lot of stuff about you,

and most of it ain't good.

If people ain't hating some,
you ain't doing it, right?

I'm doing it.

So let me ask you this.

Like, what you do you need
to be on board?

What... what do you really need?

Two things.

Okay.

$ , up front.

You got it.

Cool. What else?

I want that bitch out the picture.

What? What's up?

Barry's signing Imani X.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Yo! And?

And you ain't a part of her team.

What?

You reap what you sow.

Hey, Nikki...

Could I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, sure, what's up?

Uh, it'd be great if you could
get your stuff out of my place.

Okay. Sure, I'll come by tonight.

Great. I'll, uh,
I'll stay out later tonight.

Perfect.

♪♪

(machine buzzing)

(tape rewinding)

(machine buzzing)

(kiss)

Wanna look at Mommy's notes?

What is that?

What's that?

(chuckles)

(pounding on door)

Jesus, David, I'm out.

You got it.

♪♪

(announcer) Next time on "The Breaks"...

Yo, y'all, I'm ready.

♪♪

What's your angle in all this?

We don't know this girl.

I need your help.

We're good, the two of us.

(both laughing)

What's in the bag?

You got some balls.

He could die. My baby is not gonna die.

Put the God damn g*n down!