01x04 - Substitution

[bunniefuu]

(Nikki) Previously on "The Breaks"...

We found that n*gga that k*lled Bug.

Run, bitch!

- (g*nsh*t)
- (screaming)

If Barry Fouray and
Gordy Charlton are fighting,

that's a story.

What if I can give you
an even bigger story?

- You owe me money!
- A'ight, look, Lil Ray,

don't sweat me over that, I got you!

What happens to me?

Sadly, I think you just
became our new tour manager.

You could've just
given me the credentials.

Yeah, but where's the fun in that?

You doing big things, man.

Aw, man.

Word, we gotta get in the studio.

♪ Nobody replacing him,
got what it takes to win... ♪

(DeeVee) Have you ever
tried to do, like, a hook?

You think my sh*t's whack?

It's a fresh start
without Juggy's initials.

It would be great if you could
get your stuff out of my place.

Okay.

Okay, I can explain.

I gave you a blank tape.

(clatters to floor)

Okay, I'm gonna get
straight to the point.

I'ma be real with you.

Ahm, you got crazy talent.

But all this drama
you putting DeeVee through,

it's getting in the way.

He's a good kid and a dope producer.

And he wanted to help you.

- Fouray wanted to help...
- Did I ask for help?

You made a song 'cause you...
didn't want anybody to hear it?

What's wrong with this one?

♪ Yo, the A, the H, the M ♪

♪ Nobody replacing him,
got what it takes to win ♪

♪ Shout to my n*gg*s doing eight to ten ♪

♪ Walk straight, don't scrape the Timbs ♪

♪ I ain't a corner boy,
dressed in no corduroys ♪

♪ I'm a carnivore,
raised in the art of w*r ♪

♪ Quarterback the track and
make it call an audible ♪

(stops)

You want me to tell you the truth?

What the f*ck do you think?

You got rhymes for days
but it's your flow.

It's uneven.

You just said I got rhymes.

But not on this, that...

That sh*t is cool in a battle, but...

Nobody wants to hear that in real life.

I'm not riding around
listening to straight bars.

Where's the hook? Where the punch lines?

You drop that, you wear
your listeners out.

(music starts, door slams)

♪ Enough ♪

♪ Come, Your Highness ♪

♪ They await you ♪

♪♪

(drink pouring)

$ , bonus for Imani X.

Where is that coming from?

I mean, if that rumor is even true.

I'm curious...

What's your angle in all this?

Exactly what I pitched.

Is Fouray rap's new king?

Stephen, you're taking too
long to say yes, yes, yes!

I'm sorry.

- That took me so long. I kept you waiting.
- That's all right.

- Secretive time.
- Mm-hmm.

That's rap's reputation anyway, so...

We'll sit right here.

Miss Alonzo and I were just clarifying

that this is a profile
piece and not an exposé.

I'm here to tell a story.

And in order to tell
a good one, I'm going to need

a slightly uncomfortable
amount of transparency.

Well said, a'ight?

No problem.

So, Barry, did you grow up around music?

- (cell phone ringing)
- Yeah, oh, excuse me.

Fouray, what's up?

Quik?

(copier clicking)

What is wrong with this thing?

When you done sabotaging the copier,

Barry wants to see you.

Having our artists out touring

helps keep the lights on.

Like, today, Mike is on tour right now.

Rex Boogie has got a show here tonight.

We'll go.

So, shifting to a label will
help or hurt Fouray Management?

- What do you mean, shifting...
- Barry, a word?

Yeah, all right.

What?

What are we doing here?

- What do you mean what are we doing here?
- Let's just stick to the agenda.

Take her downstairs, show her around.

Take her to D Rome's studio session,

and then send her on her way.

We don't know this girl.

And now she's hearing about Lisa?

- Which is just...
- I'm on it.

Okay, I need you to call Lil Ray.

(door opens)

I have an assignment
for you, Nikki Jones.

I need you to run this DAT tape

up to our production office in Philly.

Otherwise the show will not go on.

- Can you handle that?
- I got it.

Here.

Also, Lisa is way out of pocket.

So I need you to go check on J Mike.

- Good?
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

You know Lil Ray's gonna want.

Yeah.

Get it out the safe.

♪♪

All right, so, these are the rest from
the crates and all the duplicates.

Take your pick.

Thank you, thank you, man, I...

I need to be on my "A" game
for D Rome today.

So, it sounds like you're not planning

on leaving town anytime soon.

(chuckling) Nah, man.

And what about the police?

Haven't heard from them.

So, guess they're leaning on Ahm.

Have you seen him?

Nope. Ain't lookin' for him.

Ain't lookin' to be his alibi either.

(indistinct shouting)

No good son of a bitch!

(indistinct shouting)

m*therf*cker!

Yo, what was that?

Didn't you hear?

Sampson just stole Chuck Chillout.

That's what I told him...

- You are dead to me!
- Damn.

Hey, brother, least Sampson's
listening to you now.

A rap show on WPPS.

Bastard.

Wait, do you know who Bernard's

getting to take Chuck's slot?

Gotta be somebody, I...

I'm thinking... Clark Kent, Kid Capri.

That's not who I'm thinking.

(laughing)

Oh, you're crazy.

♪ People fought just to get up front ♪

♪ To get a bird's eye view ♪

♪ Of what we call the brand-new funk ♪

♪♪

(music coming from TV)

♪ Yo Jeff! ♪

- ♪ Rock the b*at ♪
- Hello?

♪ Yo Jeff! ♪

♪ Rock the b*at ♪

♪ Yo Jeff! ♪

♪ Rock the b*at ♪

Hello?

(music stops)

Hey, I'm Nikki Jones.

I'm with Fouray Management.

Why are you here?

No one's been able to reach you...

So?

I'm just checking in on you, that's all.

Maybe you wanna put that down?

Yeah, we don't change our
artists' music and image

so they can fit the mainstream.

We make the mainstream flow to us.

See? That just came over
from the record label.

Special Ed.

Special Ed is blowing up,
like, real nicely.

Josie Cho. This is Josie Cho.

This is our fabulous art director

and a k*ller with a camera.

Let me see, let me see, let me see.

This is our newest artist here.

This is Imani X.

Yeah, Jose, that's dope.

Ah, yeah, thanks, getting there.

It's nice to officially
meet you, Miss Alonzo.

I'm a fan.

I loved you piece on Sugar Hill Records.

- Thank you, appreciate that.
- Yeah.

Mmm, you got fans over
here already, I see.

So, yeah, we just closed
this endorsement deal

for one of our artists with K-Swiss.

What size shoe you wear?

- Six-and-a-half?
- Where's Stephen? Stephen?!

Yeah.

I need - / , right here, yeah.

You got a lot going on, Barry.

How did it all start?

It started with a $
loan from my parents.

What do your parents do?

My mother was an EMS dispatcher.

My father is a cab driver.

Tried to get him to retire, but...

he won't retire, you know?

Where we from, you don't retire.

You just work until you can't.

(demagnetizer humming)

♪♪

What's in the bag?

Relax. It's a sandwich.

I brought one for me too, see?

You know, it's really not cool
you showing up like this.

What choice did I have?

My son actually gets hired at the Ride.

and stops returning my calls.

I never returned your calls.

What's up? I'm swamped.

You work, I'll eat.

I understand you wanna
get more rap on the radio.

I was thinking...

We could do it together.

You choose the music,
I'll get it played.

No, thanks. I'm not doing what you did.

And what is it that I did?

Payola.

You know, hip-hop nowadays

isn't so different from
rhythm and blues used to be.

Major labels wouldn't sign it.

Radio wouldn't play it.

So, you just galloped in

with your sacks of cash
and saved the day?

Every song you've ever heard

has been bought and paid for
whether you like it or not.

My little bags of cash?

It's a DJ's rent money, David.

You wanna make a living
in the music industry,

you're gonna have to get
your hands a little dirty.

Hey, David, I want you to
cut these spots up for me...

What's in the bag?

It's turkey.

Tuna, actually.

Good to see you, Bernard.

I was just heading out.

Think about it.

How did you get in here?

Front desk gave me a key.

Barry and everyone is real worried.

Go on then.

(phone ringing)

Stop! Stop that sh*t!

- Okay, I'll just hang it right up.
- Pull it out the wall!

Just pull it out the wall now!

(ringing stops)

f*cking whole world calling and calling

since K Clive dropped his new sh*t.

Is it true, man?

That you're just taking me
to task, is you, K?

You and K Clive been beefing for months.

It's a diss track.
Everybody know that ain't for real.

J Mike, Gay Mike, ain't never met
a d*ck that ain't right.

Everybody on me about it.

J Mike, Gay Mike.

And Ion.

g*dd*mn years old,

she had to call for her uncle to answer.

"What K Clive say is true?"

Course it ain't, baby girl.

So, just hit him back
like you been doing.

Can't fight.

- Course you can.
- I don't wanna find it.

I don't wanna lie.

It ain't worth it.

I'm f*cked if it do,
and I'm f*cked if I don't.

(exhales)

Get out.

No.

Size - / , right?

Uh, yes, thank you.

Page Nikki, still no word.

- Try J Mike's room.
- Okay, will do.

Also... Lil Ray is on his way.

So, what's up?

- Yo.
- Where's my money?

Yo, Ray, what's up? Damita Alonzo.

Have you met Damita Alonzo
from the "Village Voice?"

She doing a profile on me, Ray,
you know what I'm saying?

This is Ray, Ray, Damita.

Hi.

Yo.

(chuckling)

Look, I just wanna get squared away, B.

I know, listen...

With this last tour,

we ran into some unexpected challenges.

But with Gordy out
the picture, I need your help.

(scoffs) Help?

Nah-nah-nah, I need your help, listen...

You know I started my label.

You know my label gonna be dope.

The tour money is very important.

I need somebody out there
handling the road, too.

You do all that, you got a position.

On the label side?

Yes.

On the label side, the sky is the limit.

And you coming in on
ground level, yo, listen.

I promise you, man, smooth sailing.

What's up?

(chuckles)

Yeah.

Good! Good, good, good.

Now listen, the hustle
starts right now, too,

'cause you know, we got
a show in Philly at : .

I got Nikki there, and I need you there.

Say word, I got you.

My dad put me out.

I'm, like, .

My Aunt Ruth takes me in
and she says that

being gay is a white people's problem.

Don't worry, all you gotta
do is pray the gay away.

That sh*t worked, too.

At , I'm all puffed up.

Me and the boys wildin' in the Village

just beatin' up faggots, no problem.

Up in the club, I'm spittin'
hard against gay this,

gay that, you know?

That just the way
it be flowing, but now...

Now this come out.

And if I don't kick back at it for real,

you know what's gonna happen to me.

Everyone's gonna come
after my faggoty ass.

Then it's all over, man.

(silently rapping)

So, uh, DeeVee?

- Mmm.
- Who you been working with, man?

Um, like, Joe Rock, uh...

And this cat out in Fort Greene.
His name is Ahm.

Barry's pretty interested in him.

Well, he should be interested in you.

Let me say, if you don't make the beats,

then we don't have a song.

The man that's really
doing all the hard work

don't get no credit.

- (chuckling)
- I work with the producers, baby.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, that's where
the big business is.

See, my producers work with Rakim,

Special Ed, Slick Rick.

- Dag, for real?
- Yeah, man.

Yeah, see Barry ain't gonna
put you on like that, man.

Yo, yo, I'm ready.

Ay, uh, let's take it from the top.

Yo, Tony, rewind that two-inch.

Why is Gordy in there?

I thought you said Gordy
wasn't gonna be in there.

- He's not supposed to be in there.
- But he in there!

I'ma dump him on his head right now.

No-no-no, you're not
gonna do that right now.

Not right now. You want a label or not?

(tape starts)

(clicking)

♪ Unh, she like Rome
but don't wanna tell wrong ♪

♪ 'Cause she know she sticks
to the fro like Velcro ♪

♪ Nowadays I been thinking
about this entire industry ♪

♪ That made Rome start drinking ♪

♪ Cold heart b*ating ♪

♪ Stuck up in the loss ♪

♪ All of the labels go get ♪

♪ Their bucks up and they toss ♪

♪ Execs slip inside the mask,
they forget ♪

♪ To give the artist
his compensation in debt ♪

♪ They slept, he crept,
he wept, but... ♪

Ay, yo, yo, yo, hey, yo, D?

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

Yo, Fouray.

What up, man, yo, yo...

D, your rhymes is fresh!

I mean, word to mother, man,
you k*lling it in there.

But I'ma need you to do that
one more time, man,

'cause you said "debbed."

Ain't no "B" in debt.
Just k*ll the "B" part.

You're wrong!

Do that same sh*t, man,
that sh*t was fresh.

Yo, who I'm listening to?

- You crazy?
- What you talk... What you talking about?

You trying to make him sound like
an ignorant m*therf*cker.

He ain't sound like
no ignorant m*therf*cker.

What is you talking about?

How is he gonna keep
the "B" in the word debt?

He's the wordsmith, fool,
ain't got no b*at...

So the wordsmith can f*ck the word up?

It's a play on words.

You act like you ain't never
done this before, yo.

What... wait, where you going?

Yo, Stephen, get back...
Get back here, come on.

Get back here, come on, man.
Come on, man.

(chuckles)

Would you...

Yeah.

So, uh...

I didn't see you after the, uh, battle.

You left early?

- Yeah, my kid.
- Yeah.

- Bedtime.
- Right.

Because you k*lled the f*cking vibe!

B, come on, man...

It's kind of loud. (chuckles)

(audio muted)

Me and David are actually gonna
go see Rex Boogie tonight.

Is that some kind of invitation?

Yeah, if... you're down.

I'm already going with Barry.

But maybe I'll see you there?

Yeah, yeah.

Yo, you ready to do this?

Yeah, I'll catch up
with you in a second.

All right. DeeVee, right?

Yeah-yeah.

- It's dope.
- (laughing)

Ohh, that sh*t fresh!

- Thank you, thanks.
- Yeah.

So... all right, right, right.

You got fans.

Yeah, all over the world, baby.

(chuckling)

- Gordy?
- Yeah.

I'm a journalist from
the "Village Voice."

And I was wondering if we could
schedule some time to talk?

Yeah, sure, cool.

♪♪

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

All right, I'ma come through.

Gonna meet Demetri.

♪♪

Who you?

So, you steppin' in for the other two.

Detective Anthony Purdell.

Call me Tone.

Got word you may know something

about a homicide in
Crown Heights yesterday.

No.

And the week before last,
your boy, Geronimo.

Told y'all, I was recording that night.

Got a witness.

If you ain't gon' arrest me,

let me pass.

That's cool.

I know where to find you.

Hmm.

Who's taking Chuck's slot?

Tony Humphries.

House Music DJ?

I might have a better idea.

DJ DeeVee.

He k*lled it at the New Music
Seminar battles.

You got some balls.

All this time, you Juggy's boy.

I've seen you before.

When I was at RL, he used
to bring you around.

My PD Charlie Peters told me

this story about the day you were born.

He did?

Juggy came through handing out
boxes of Cohibas to everyone.

Old Pete said it's the only
time he'd ever seen him

give something for free.

All this time you never told me?

And you never tried to use
that sh*t to your advantage.

Just bringing me all this research

and not asking for nothing.

What's the name of this DJ again?

(baby crying)

All right, baby, just
please take a little...

(crying continues)

(knocking on door)

Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, thank God.

- What's wrong with him?
- I don't know.

I can't get his fever to break.
He's been like this all night.

(crying continues)

What do you want me to do?

Give... give him this.

I gotta go to the bathroom
before I piss myself.

(crying continues)

There's a lot of hate in the world.

It's a dead end all around.

Not all around.

You come out with who
you really are inside.

You don't hit back, yeah, yeah.

Your career, it's done.

That's just the way it is.

There ain't no other options.

- (door opens)
- What the f*ck?

- Who's this?
- Whoa-whoa.

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, calm down.

Calm down, baby, calm down.

It's cool, a'ight?

It's cool. You okay?

- I'm fine.
- Get the f*ck out of here!

I ain't going nowhere, a'ight?

You feel me?

- Now put the g*dd*mn g*n down.
- I'm not putting anything down.

I said put it down, J.

I'm filling in for Lisa, I ain't lie.

I don't give a f*ck who you are.

This is none of your business.

But she is. So let her out.

I ain't holding the bitch.

His name is Lil Ray.

He's a tour manager.

He's cool.

He's not gonna call anyone.

It's cool.

(Roberta Flack's "Where is
the Love" playing)

Hey...

Why didn't you use your key?

I'm gonna leave the Ride.

Said he'd pay me a little
something, but he told me

he'd never hire me as Music Director.

He's crazy not to.

- Three scoops?
- Two.

No, he's... he's right.

Plenty of other opportunities
for a white boy he said.

This is business.

The only color that matters is green.

You want me to give him a call?

I don't need you to catch me
another fish, Juggy.

I do want you to teach me how to fish.

How to fight for these records.

Not just at one station
but at all of 'em.

I wanna learn promotion.

Speak the language.

How to get label business.

By myself.

No hookups. Just knowledge.

Can you do that?

I can.

One more thing...

I wanna do it clean.

You got it, David.

(Lil Ray) You ain't
gotta trip like this J.

It's a diss track, it'll blow over.

This is hip-hop.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

Ain't nobody gonna look at me the same.

You sure about that?

Maybe it's on you
and what you're looking at.

I'm looking at a sh*t show.

A two-face freak.

I ain't coming out to nobody.

There's too much hate out there.

And I'm done living a lie.

So, y'all just wasting your time.

Just get out and let me do my thing.

(sighs)

My dad, he was two-face too.

Kind of hate him every day.

He f*cked me over.

He was a bartender.

That's how he made his money,
but... music was his thing.

He played jazz guitar.

He used to get a couple
of gigs after hours.

He was always talking about

quitting the bar and
doing music full-time.

That's when he got, like,
this light in his eyes.

He moved to New York.

I got to see him play a couple of times.

He was good.

The band he was in,
they even got a Grammy.

I told him every day how amazing he was.

Then one day, he said...

"No, Nick.

"I'm just average.

"I ain't all that."

Sort of matter of fact.

Didn't seem to bother him much.

Couple days later, he sh*t himself.

Two-face.

Kind of like how you feel maybe?

Hmm?

But see, the difference is

I can tell you to your face
what your family won't

be able to tell you after
you blow your head off.

You see you different than we do.

The demons you have, they're not ours.

We want you here no matter what.

Just like I would give
anything to have my dad back.

Even with all the sh*t.

Because your family and your fans...

We just want you here.

With us.

Dents and f*cked-up all.

Hey, look, J, man...

We can cancel the tour...

the shows, whatever.

I ain't gonna lie to you.
You come out...

This is over.

A'ight, we all know that.

But that's the sh*t show.

Not you.

And there's ways out of this, man.

Besides that.

Just let us help you, bro.

Let us help you.

It's okay.

I think we should
take him to a hospital.

I'm not taking him to no damn hospital.

Last time they was all
in my ass about my record.

Maisha, he could die.

My baby is not gonna die.

- Don't f*cking say that to me.
- Water's cold, man.

Could shock him or something.

You're gonna help me
or you're gonna leave.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

(breathing deeply)

(grunts)

Give him to me.

Okay, okay.

Come on, little one, huh?

I know.

I got you, hmm?

Yeah, yeah, come on, little man, huh?

Yeah.

That's not so bad, right, huh?

That's not so bad.

It's gonna be a'ight.

Hmm? Ah.

Gonna be a'ight.

You tough, hmm? Yeah.

Like your daddy, hmm?

(baby fussing)

Sorry.

It's okay.

(whispers) Okay.

(exhales deeply)

What you doing?

What do you think?

(baby fussing)

(sighs)

Watch him.

(speaking indistinctly)

♪♪

I don't know, man.
You really that desperate?

Look, Gordy's the only one

interested in managing me right now.

So, like, it could be something.

Plus, I mean...

What else I got going
for me right now for real?

(people laughing, chattering)

What?

Why you looking at me like that?

Well, I did say

I was gonna put a word
in with Bernard for you.

Nah, nah.

Yeah?

David, if you're f*cking
with me right now...

Cross my heart, man.

Chill out.

Yo, everybody! Yo, listen, everybody!

If you wanna hear
the hottest sh*t in New York,

listen to my radio station, the Ride.

I'm on there now.

Starting when?

Uh, every Saturday night! Check me out.

You hear me?

Saturday nights, DJ DeeVee.

You heard it here first, all right?

Yo, we're gonna be working together.

Oh, man!

Oh, Juggy came by the station today.

For real?

Mr. Aaron is going to teach me
the art of record promotion.

Are you serious?!

Yeah, I mean, you know, we'll see.

If it doesn't work out,
it doesn't work out.

So y'all are square?

Taking it slow.

Okay.

Hey, I'ma try to hook up
with Damita after the show.

I think I'm gonna give
her a buzz real fast.

All right, hurry up.

Hey, I'ma make like
a library, all right?

Make like a library?

Thank you.

Thanks.

♪♪

- Mmm.
- Okay.

- Truth.
- Okay.

You were scared up there, weren't you?

Hell, yeah, I was.

(chuckling)

You put on a good show, though.

Yeah, right up until you
barged in and almost blew

- the whole thing up.
- I did not.

Yes, you did.

- It could've been worse.
- (woman) Yes, it is. Here you go.

Yeah, a canceled night beats
a cancel tour any day.

But living a lie
for the rest of his life...

At least he's got the rest of his life.

If he'll keep doing
like he's been doing,

then I'll keep holding down the tour

like I do on every tour.

Two months from now,
it'll all be history.

Mmm.

- Damn! For real!
- Yup, yup, drink it up.

Drink it up.

Yeah, don't babysit that.

Don't babysit that.

(laughing and coughing)

True.

The story about your father.

You don't have to
tell me, but, truth or no?

No.

Damn.

Damn, damn, damn.

Mmm...

- You sold that sh*t too.
- Thank you.

(both laughing)

- We did good the two of us.
- We did.

I mean, I did all the heavy
lifting, and all this too.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

(chuckling)

Mmm.

- We could be useful.
- Mm-hmm.

This could be, like, you know,

- a little side business.
- Mmm.

There's a lot of
troubled souls out there.

Is yourself included?

Number one.

(Damita's voice) Hi, you've
reached Damita's voicemail.

Please leave a message after the beep.

- (beep)
- Hey, it's DeeVee.

I, uh... I got some good news
that I wanna share with you.

And, uh, thought maybe
after the concert,

maybe we can go get
a drink or something.

Hit me back, peace.

(indistinct screaming and shouting)

David?

David! David!

Yo, yo, have you seen my boy? White boy.

Move, move, get out of my way!

David!

He's asleep.

Fever broke?

Yeah.

I guess our prayers worked.

You shoulda thought of that
before I got in the water.

Smoke always said you was funny.

I ain't never believe him.

Wasn't being funny.

(scoffs)

Thank you.

You good.

It's nothing.

- You cold?
- Nah, I'm a'ight.

No, let me get you a sweater.

Yo!

You really believe in that sh*t?

Not all the time,

but when He gives me a reason to, I do.

I know they say you gotta
choose one way or another,

but then He don't, do he?

Arbitrary m*therf*cker.

Take my man, spare my boy.

No mercy one day, but maybe the next.

I don't know.

Tonight, I guess I do.

(scoffs)

- Yo, where's Rex Boogie?
- Probably in his dressing room.

Down the hall on the left.

Right, right, right. Oh, um...

- Of course, do your thing, do your thing.
- Okay.

(man) Coming down.

Oh, DeeVee.

Ma'am, ma'am, please step aside.

♪♪

Everything gonna be chill.
We just gonna rock out.

Ain't nobody gonna f*ck...

Ladies, get out.

- Man, come on.
- What the f*ck happened?

It wasn't us, Barry.

Someone on the floor fired sh*ts.

We was back here the whole time.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Well, we got a problem 'cause
people got hurt out there.

Well, I ain't do it.

Folks d*ed, man.

They gon' put this on me!

No, you were back here the whole time.

- (sighs)
- Listen to me.

You were back here
the whole time, period.

- (knocking on door)
- That's what you say.

NYPD.

Need to ask a few questions.

Of course, of course.

Heh. Production office
won't leave me alone.

Million fires burning.

Thank you, Lisa.

(laughing)

And thank you Gay Mike.

Talk later?

Count on it.

- I'll see you.
- Okay.

(door opens, closes)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

(Juggy) He's gone, Nikki.

Juggy?

He's gone.

- They k*lled him.
- Juggy, what? What...

The concert...

(crying)

They k*lled my boy.

(sobbing)

He's gone, Nikki.

David's gone.

(Juggy sobbing)

(breathing heavily)

Next time on "The Breaks"...

Mr. Aaron, what do you say to the people

that blame rap music

for the v*olence that took your son?

I'm trying to figure out
how to stay off the news.

So, just kick back, relax,

and find you something to worry about.

I'll handle it.

Mrs. Aaron?

Nice of you to finally stop by.

- I'm here if you wanna talk, all right?
- Mm-hmm.

Pow!

Do it like Mama showed you.

Stick with this pre-approved set list.

No rap tonight.

If anybody hear about
our deal, they all dead.

Did we really meet
at the New Music Seminar?