02x01 - Family Dinner

[bunniefuu]

[Terry] As of tonight,
everybody gonna know

who the 50 Boyz are.

Do you brothers ever do

some, like, family sh*t,
like hug?

[both] Man, shut the f*ck up.

[funky music plays]

I see y'all over here
holding it down.

If you're ever over
in the Brewsters, get that K-9.

These are the biggest earners
in my stable.

Nice to meet y'all, man.

That's my wife, Markisha.

[g*nsh*t]

We can't say how well his eye
is going to heal right now.

If my son is seeing
anything other than 20/20

when this is done,
you're looking at a lawsuit.

Hey, old head,
why the sudden change of heart?

I want the king
of these streets

to actually come from Ecorse.

You want us to fall back

while old school work
his magic?

Look, we need to talk
about this m*therf*cker Lamar

right now.

Here I go, n*gga.

Get to stepping, n*gga.

n*gga, f*ck you,
charcoal-ass n*gga.

Ruffle his feathers.
Nothing else.

I ain't sh**t him, man.

- I didn't do it, man--
- [g*nsh*t]

What the f*ck
did you do that for?

I did something you wouldn't.

Jay-Mo was dragged out
the Detroit River today

with a b*llet in his head.

I got a little extra for you

for your inconvenience.

This here? Also done.

[tense music plays]

[shouts]

Detective Lopez sustained

a massive brain hemorrhage
from head trauma.

I'm sorry.
He didn't make it.

If you'd like to help,
then help.

I don't know how
your partner got k*lled.

Give your mom my condolences.

[B-Mickie] Want to tell me
why I just saw

Lamar's crazy ass
leaving my house?

I've been working for Lamar.

If Terry keeps doing what he's
doing, he's gonna end up dead.

And right now,
you are enabling him.

I need you to stop.

- Where you going?
- Terry Jr. and I

are gonna go live
with my cousin

in Pennsylvania
for a few months.

Our business is expanding,
but we need more product.

I don't do business
with you, Meech.

[Meech] Back, m*therf*cker.

♪ ♪

You think we actually
give a f*ck

about a rat bitch
working for you?

Did you sh**t
my f*ckin' brother?

[gurgling]

[Kato] I love you.

[g*nsh*t]

[B-Mickie] I love you too, boo.

[g*nsh*t]

[Bryant]
Pulled that from your car.

Our ballistics
connected your g*n

to the murders
of Katherine Eder

and James Williams.

I want Meech, or I'ma make sure

that you eat
both these charges.

After fees, you'll be in
the neighborhood of $150,000.

[Terry] I'm out.

Me and Pops are starting
a car service.

After everything
we've been through to get here?

You're doing this now?

What happened to
"womb to the tomb," n*gga?

[Sunshine]
♪ See, I heard it all before ♪

♪ All of your lies
All of your sweet talk ♪

♪ Baby this, baby that ♪

♪ But your lies
Ain't working now ♪

[Older Terry] The feds
already scooped Meech,

and they're not releasing him.

Then they tried
to okie-doke me at the telly,

but we skated and came here.

But I had to come back
and get this loot.

Yeah. No, no, no.
It's all good,

'cause we're about to bounce
to the airport right now.

[man] Come on, Tee.
We starving over here.

[Sunshine] ♪ I believed in you
Yes, I did ♪

A'ight, bet.

I'll be out in a sec.

[Sunshine] ♪ But your lies
Ain't workin' now ♪

All right, babe, look.
I gotta go.

I'll see you at the border.

Yeah, okay.

Love you too. Bye.

[Sunshine]
♪ I had to shut you down ♪

♪ What were you thinking ♪

♪ Bringing her
Into our home? ♪

♪ In our bed... ♪

Y'all come eat.
Boyardee done laid it out.

Got shrimp, salad,
garlic mashed potatoes,

lamb chops, broccoli,
and asparagus.

Oh, hell no.
Y'all can have that last one.

sh*t, I'm trying
to get my d*ck sucked.

I don't want no smelly piss.

Yeah, whatever, n*gga. Look.

Hey, man, pass me
the potatoes, man.

I'm starving
like a m*therf*cker.

Hang on, Roost.

After tonight,

some of us might not see
each other for a while.

But I want all of y'all to know
we family no matter what.

Sometimes families
have falling outs.

I know that better
than anybody at this table.

[tense music plays]

This-this is different.

♪ ♪

Everybody at this table
will forever be 2-6-3.

[all] 2-6-3!

- [door crashes open]
- [overlapping shouts]

[person] Oh, damn!

- Freeze, m*therf*ckers!
- [person] Damn, man.

Put your hands up
where I can see 'em!

[Roost] We didn't even do sh*t.

Shut the f*ck up.

Who winning the game?

Don't matter.

Your ass is always
too uncoordinated to play.

You just wasted 20 years
chasing me.

And for what?

Your life's ruined,
and I'm a f*ckin' legend.

Is that right, lefty?

Shut the f*ck up.

Come on. Get up.
You know the deal.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

The rest of y'all,

put your f*ckin' hands up,

cross 'em,
and put 'em on your head.

♪ ♪

Who the f*ck
is that Black bitch?

Come on. Your mama taught you
not to use language like that.

Yeah, and that Black bitch
is the one

that's gonna give you and your
brother that family reunion

you've been asking for.

And that gray sweat suit

is gonna bring out the color
in your good eye.

- f*ck you.
- [Chambers] f*ck you.

Enjoy jail, criminal.

Good work, man.

g*dd*mn right, it was.

[pensive music plays]

♪ ♪

- [officer] Lock up!
- [car door closes]

[Older Terry]
Moms always said,

"Can't nobody ride to freedom
on a Pharaoh's chariot,"

which means you can't outrun
your past or the heat.

Meech knew that,
which is why he always

threw caution to the wind
and dollars in the air.

He got arrested first.

I always thought
I was smarter.

And for the longest time,
I was.

[chuckles]
And then I wasn't.

[Meech] Hey, make sure you
strap that sh*t on tight, man.

I ain't trying to get stopped
by one time.

Hurry the f*ck up.
Fight starts in a halfie.

Got a lot of money on Hagler.

Man, f*ck that
bald-headed m*therf*cker.

- Don't be rushing me for him.
- [Earl] Why?

'Cause he b*at Tommy Hearns,
the Motor City Cobra?

Hell no.
I'm pressed for time,

and I need to get
this work back.

There's value to working hard
and playing hard.

Especially in this.

Yo, Earl, you know you talking

to one of the biggest players
in Detroit, right?

[Earl] Then why you cutting out
one of the biggest events

the streets has to offer?

'Cause I'm 'bout my paper, n*gga.

[upbeat music plays]

♪ ♪

Let me put you up on game.

♪ ♪

That's Rayful Edmond
and the D.C. boys.

♪ ♪

That's Freeway Rick
and his crew from LA.

♪ ♪

Who them Bob Marley looking
m*therf*ckers over there?

[Earl] That's Chris Coke
and the Jamaican posse.

♪ ♪

Coming to the fights
ain't about boxing.

It's about flexing.

NBA All-Star Game,
Caribana, and Freaknik

are where the big boys
come out.

There's where
the real business happens.

So while you worrying
about getting back to the D,

they out here
running the world,

and we all come to show out.

If you ain't here,
you ain't made it yet.

So you gotta shine
like new money

in order to make mo' money.
Okay.

If you ever out in Atlanta
and you really want to talk,

give me a shout.

♪ ♪

[funky music plays]

♪ ♪

[Older Terry] Everybody played
cops and robbers growing up.

But in the streets,
that sh*t ain't no game.

It's a motherfuckin' ethos.

We'd get slick with the work,

and one-time got slicker
with their tactics,

adding drug dogs and sh*t
to the mix.

[dog barking]

If we didn't stay
a step ahead,

we would have became
that bite out of crime

McGruff was always after.

[person] One way to Detroit.

[Older Terry]
This ain't no fairy tale

about good versus evil.

Out in the wild,
it's hunter and prey.

To survive, Meech and I
had to learn

to be the baddest beasts
in the f*ckin' jungle.

[bus driver]
Last call to Detroit!

[Charlie] ♪ I got everything
On the line ♪

♪ I'm out here
I'm on the grind ♪

♪ Trying to get mine ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ A n*gga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

[50 Cent]
♪ D's ain't that good ♪

♪ These n*gg*s is ratting ♪

♪ They tell them
What's going on ♪

♪ That's how they know
What's happening ♪

♪ I'm riding
With the top down ♪

♪ Trunk full of yola ♪

♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪

♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪

♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪

♪ Though I f*ck
With the weirdos ♪

♪ They snort away the pain ♪

♪ Bang their dope
In their vein ♪

♪ Shorty crying
Christmas ain't coming ♪

♪ Her pop's locked up ♪

♪ When it hurts the worst ♪

♪ Your ace find out
She knocked up ♪

♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪

♪ When the feds
Come knocking ♪

♪ It's all f*cked up
So wish me luck ♪

[Charlie] ♪ At least
You could wish me luck ♪

♪ A n*gga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Wish me luck ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪

♪ Wish me luck ♪

♪ All you got to do
Is wish me luck, yeah ♪

[Roland] I'ma prove
I'm smarter than yo' ass.

Yeah, you should be.

You four f*ckin' years older.


a higher score than you.

[Roland] You need
the chauffeur's license,

- not me, m*therf*cker.
- [Terry laughing]

You punkin' out now?
Ah, come on.

Told you no talking,
Mr. Flenory.

I'm-I'm sorry.
My pencil broke.

So I was asking
if he had another one.

Sorry, but I'm gonna
have to grade your test as-is.

Yo, come on.
You-you can't do that.

- I'm not done yet.
- That's not my problem.

Rules apply to everyone,
including you.

Oh my...
Yeah, that's some bullshit.

- [laughing] Yo. Hey, yo--
- f*ck outta here.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft music playing]

[laughter]

[singer singing indistinctly]

- [Charles] Lucille.
- Hey.

- Did you want it?
- You ate it already.

You don't never eat
the second donut.

That don't mean
you shouldn't ask me.

♪ ♪

That should have been us.

[both laughing]

Yeah.

You know, when me and Terry
get the sedan service up,

I'ma take you
to Carl's Chop House,

and I'ma sing to you every day.

[chuckles]

After I get that console
I got put on layaway.

Oh, okay.

You give Nicole
her lunch money?

Yeah, but that still
ain't enough.

I mean, she's spilling
out of all her bras.

She needs new clothes.

Can we please talk
about something else

besides the kids and money?

What you want to talk about?

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

Well, we better get on the road
before we both late.

♪ ♪

[horn honks]

What is up with that suit?

This ain't no damn
Prince video, n*gga.

[laughter]

The f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
I look good.

Good morning.
Our daily recap is as follows.

The turf w*r between 50 Boyz
and 12th Street

has escalated,
resulting in multiple murders,

including
Detective Jonathan Lopez.

Now, Bryant
has tracked down a lead

and found the m*rder w*apon.

Care to do the honors?

All right.
Forensics came back.

Prints lifted from this
belong to a Katherine Eder,

street name Kato,
known 50 Boyz slinger.

A mud print at the scene
also matched up

with a shoe at her residence,
so case closed.

So Eder and Silas were rivals,

and they were both gunned down?

[siren wailing]

Uh, yeah,
outside the Visger Bar.

The investigation
remains active.

Public place,
plenty of witnesses,

and nobody's talking.

f*cking typical.

Suspects were sh*t
with two different g*ns,

still out on the streets.

My manners.

This is Detective Veronica Jin

joining us from Southfield.

Today is her first day,

so let's give her
a warm welcome.

Your new partner, Bryant here,
can catch you up to speed.

Bodies will continue to drop

unless we get these dealers
off the streets.

Get to it. Let's go.

Uh, Amanda, look here.

I don't want to babysit
some new detective

that came to Detroit
to get their street cred.

Jin's a hard charger vet
who comes highly recommended.

You want to sit on the bench
or get in the game?

[crowd cheering]

[Roland] I can't even see sh*t.

We might as well just bounce.

[Terry] And go do what exactly?

Chauffer my 50 bones
to the bank.

All right, you got
a higher score than me,

but I still passed,
so I don't give a f*ck.

Oh, sh*t, man.

[R music plays]

♪ ♪

Damn! Ruin me, baby girl.

[chuckling] Ruin me.

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ To know you ♪

♪ Then I'd show you ♪

♪ Just how it would be ♪

♪ You with me ♪

♪ Let me hold you ♪

♪ Like I'm supposed to ♪

♪ Feel how it would be ♪

♪ You with me ♪

[crowd cheering]

See Terry over there
stargazing?

[Meech] All that m*therf*cker
gonna do is look.

That's Boom's wife.

Y'all still beefing?

Nah, but we need a new plug,

'cause he f*cked sh*t up
with Big L,

stupid ass little n*gga, man.

If he want to be a L-7,
just let him, a'ight?

I'm here to get this work
to K-9 and get sh*t popping.

Flat-out.

[shoes squeaking]

Run the ball, run the ball!

Whose sh*t? Whose sh*t?

[buzzer blares]

[cheers and applause]

[Roland] Man, the Saint
always be off the hook.

[Terry] Bro, this is Quinti.

She used to be in my
auto shop class last year.

- Beast.
- Hell nah.

She way too cute to be
getting dirty under the hood.

I do the electrical sh*t.

If you ever need new speakers,

come through my brother's shop.

Best auto installation in town.

Actually, matter of fact,
I think I'ma stop by,

'cause I started this car
service company with my pops.

- We need that.
- [Meech] What up, doe?

- What up, doe?
- What, you still not speaking?

Man, I ain't got sh*t
to say to you.

Man, get the f*ck on, man.

There he go on that bullshit.

Oh, sh*t.

[singer]
♪ Ladies in the house ♪

- ♪ Let me hear you say ♪
- [singer] ♪ Oh ♪

[singer]
♪ Ladies in the house ♪

- ♪ Let me hear you say ♪
- [singer] ♪ Oh ♪

♪ Name is G Miller
There's no one chiller ♪

f*ck him.
I got to go holla at old boy.

Good game, Coach.

[Winkie] To hell with
yo' cheating ass, man.

Paid off the refs to swallow
their damn whistles.

Aw, come on, Wink.
You better than that.

Run me that 50 stacks
we bet, we good.

n*gga, I ain't paying you sh*t.

Get the f*ck out of my face.

- [woman screams]
- [crowd screaming]

- [brakes screeching]
- Let's go!

Get in the f*ckin' car!

[all singing]
♪ Patty cake, patty cake ♪

♪ Baker's man ♪

♪ Bake me a cake
As fast as you can ♪

♪ Roll 'em and roll 'em
And throw 'em in the pan ♪

- [laughter]
- Is that how it goes?

- No. No.
- [laughter]

What you been feeding him?
He got so big.

Well, girl,
a little bit of everything.

When'd you get back?

[Lawanda] Uh, this morning.

[Terry] Hey, little man.

Oh, my God. Daddy missed you.
Come here.

Oh. Oh.

You pass that driving test?

Come on, Pop.
What kind of question is that?

[Charles] All right, we can get
that second car,

start making more money
for the business,

and I can take your mama
to the Carl's Chop House

for that good eatin'.

[both laughing]

Congratulations, Tee.

Oh. I...
I think he pooped himself.

- [Lucille] Uh-oh.
- Here, I got him.

No, no, you-you good.

You've been taking care of him
long enough.

You know what?
Why don't we have Sunday dinner

to celebrate Terry getting
his driver's license

and the whole family
being together.

Have you talked
to your brother?

Nah. I ain't...
I ain't seen him yet.

[solemn music plays]

♪ ♪

- Let's get you changed.
- Just be patient.

[horn honks]

What kind of oriental is you?

What kind of Black are you?

Look, if anybody should have
a stick up their ass, it's me.

Nobody wants to replace
the dead guy.

Why'd you leave Southfield?

I got promoted.

Everybody says
it was affirmative action.

Good old buddy
f*ck cop culture.

Well, if you think Downriver
is any different,

I got a beachfront property
in Idaho to sell you.

I got sick of the 'burbs.

I miss the smell of the streets

and the spirit of the D.

Well, if you grew up in this
raggedy ass m*therf*cker,

then you already know.

Yeah, but it wasn't
always like this.

You know, my sister and I,
we used to ride our bikes

all over the place when
Chinatown was still around.

And then they started
displacing us

to Cass Corridor,

ruining everything
in typical Detroit fashion.

You know,
you could just bulk up.

Eat a few more biscuits.

- You could eat a few less.
- [laughs]

You got jokes.
That's good.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

You good?

Yeah. I'm gravy.

What, you got food references
for everything?

Hmm.

[bluesy music plays]

♪ ♪

♪ More than a pastime ♪

Hey, you and me,
we are friends, eh?

With a long, um...

- [speaking Spanish]
- Partner.

Partner. Partnership.

That don't make me none.

Half the time,
I can't understand ya' ass.

And the other half,
I'm nauseous

from the stank-ass cologne
you wear.

[Sina] I don't understand.

[both speaking Spanish]

I save your life

and this my thanks?

You disrespecting me?

Yo, Rayzin, get this Colombian
cocksucker out my face

'fore I go the f*ck off.

Vámonos, Sina. Adios.

[both speaking Spanish]

Keep your nose clean, pendejo.

[speaking Spanish]

Baby, you really
shouldn't be so mean.

f*ck Sina.

Feeling the music, Meech?

No doubt. It's soulful.

♪ ♪

Babe, didn't Jackie Wilson
get his start here?

Yeah, and Berry Gordy
used to sell Polaroids

of all the guests up here
before he started Motown.

- Hell yeah.
- Let's talk shop.

My brother said you and Tee
move sh*t faster

- than anybody in D.
- Hell yeah.

We used to play hot potatoes
growing up.

So we just applied it
to the game as well.

By the time 5-0 hear
we got some work,

man, we already be cashing out.

Oh.

I ain't get caught
in Vegas either.

[K-9] Except you're late.

There were drug dogs
at the airport,

so I had to improvise
and think on the fly.

But I may have found a more
efficient way to transport.

And I wear size 12 in Guccis, n*gga.

Look, K-9, I'm the buyer.

You the seller.

I got the weight.
You got the money.

All right, what up?

You think I need
your scrawny ass

or this bitch-ass load
you just hauled?

Look, K-9, I'm not trying
to disrespect you, a'ight?

You're one of the only cats
in the D

with a steady supply
from a Colombian connect.

I did what you asked,
and you know who I am.

So what's crackin'?

It's more to this
than dollars and cents, Meech.

The people who get ahead
in this game

do it off the bonds they make.

And that's built off
honesty and loyalty.

sh*t you can't see,
smell, or touch.

You just gotta feel it.

There's a pretty lady
here to see you.

- Good lookin', Unc.
- What's up, K-9?

- You good?
- [K-9] Yeah.

[kissing]

Nothin' like listenin'
to the blues, so I guess I am.

You know Peaches.

That's Meech.
That's Big L.

We already know each other.

He's a great salesman.

I just wasn't sold.

Anyway, it's nice seeing you.

Maybe next time
we won't take this long.

If she don't f*ck with you,
then why should I?

Man, that bitch
was threatened by flash

and didn't get that my glow
makes everybody shine brighter.

[chuckles]

Maybe I'll be in touch.

Maybe I won't.

Let's go, baby.

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

Baby, it's 3:00 in the morning.

Yeah.

I want you round the clock, woman.

Okay. Not tonight, okay, babe?

Come on now.

Baby, please.

I have to be up in three hours.

We ain't been together
in over three weeks.

God...

♪ ♪

Let's go to sleep.

I'll get you
another time, okay?

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

That don't look like oatmeal
to me.

Well, no, but it is a Pop-Tart
and peanut butter sandwich,

and it does cover
all the basic four food groups.

Well, since I bought it,
I'ma eat it too.

Okay.

Let's try this.

Oh, God. Much better.

Go and make that oatmeal
like I said.

Worth a sh*t.

Hold up.

So busy making this nasty
Pop-Tart sandwich,

you buttoned
your shirt up wrong.

Let me get that.

Kevin, what is this?

Well, that's Bruiser,
the superhero I created.

He's like a mix of Superman
and the Brown Hornet

rolled all into one.

Ill, right?

[Bryant]
That's really impressive,

but son,

I don't think this
is appropriate for high school.

Come on, Dad.

Even Mom wouldn't be
stressing me out this much.

Well, your mom's
not in charge anymore.

I am.

She gave up that right
in court, remember?

Okay. Okay, fine.

But can I just please wear it
as an undershirt?

- I-I really need it.
- Why?

That kid still bothering you
in school?

Well, I mean...

Okay. You can wear it.

But you don't have to pretend
to be a superhero.

Your dad is the toughest dude
in the city,

which means that you have that
in your blood.

So if we connect your brain
with our blood line,

you don't have to be afraid
of anything.

You understand?

Good.

I love you, son.

Love you, too, Dad.

[Bryant] Okay.

Now go and make that oatmeal
like I said.

Have to bulk you up
a little bit.

[Kevin chuckles]

[hip-hop music plays]

[singer] ♪ And you don't stop
And you don't ♪

♪ Since the day I was born ♪

♪ I was raised
By the street code ♪

♪ Got to play the game, boy
Ain't no cheat code ♪

♪ When it's time to eat
We go feast mode ♪

♪ But when it's time for-- ♪

[record scratching]

Hey, DJ Can't Scratch.

Can you chill and just
let that sh*t ride out?

Man, smell these balls, m*therf*cker.

[laughter]

Yo. Word of advice.

- Cut that sh*t.
- [laughs]

Man, what these bitch ass
n*gg*s doing in here?

That's funny
coming from a n*gga

who could turn sideways
in the shower and not get wet.

- Oh, yeah?
- [Nedo] Yeah.

Well, f*ck you, you
Re-run looking m*therf*cker.

- Oh, sh*t!
- Get him, n*gga.

- Yeah!
- Yeah! Get him.

[indistinct shouting]

Hey, hey, hey.
Y'all n*gg*s better recognize.

Recognize what, m*therf*cker?

f*ck off me.
f*ck off me. Come on.

- g*dd*mn.
- Get his ass, D!

What the f*ck?

n*gga, chill the f*ck out, man.

Chill the f*ck out!

f*ck is y'all in here doing,
man, tearing sh*t up, n*gga?

Man, these n*gg*s
came up in our spot.

'Cause I called 'em here, dummy.

Now, listen, I want all of us
to combine our resources

and make more money than we
ever f*ckin' made before.

But if y'all n*gg*s want
to keep sitting here arguing

and fighting like b*tches,
y'all can get out.

So what's this grand
master plan of yours?

It's simple.
Lamar is dead.

So now all we gotta do
is pool our resources.

With what? Lent, m*therf*cker?

'Cause word is you ain't got
no product and no plug.

n*gga, I'm giving you
my motherfuckin' word, n*gga.

It's a lock
on an unlimited supply.

- The best sh*t ever.
- Then what's the holdup?

Meech ass always
selling wolf tickets.

He better get his ducks
lined up,

or we ain't coming back
up here no more.

- I'ma see you, B-Mick.
- I'ma f*ck you up.

Yeah, it's gonna be
a b*llet next time,

you round m*therf*cker.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

How the hell I'm supposed
to know what's going on

if you ain't never
told me sh*t?

n*gga, we going after K-9,

the biggest fish in the pond.

We got to have our sh*t tight.

♪ ♪

[horn honking]

Welcome to Wendy's.
How can I help you?

Meechie.

I was having a bad day,
but I came by to see you

'cause I knew you was gonna
put a smile on my face.

That is so sweet.

How you been, Mama?

You know, complaining
would be blasphemy.

But, you know,

your sister
is just wearing me out

with that mouth of hers.

Well, Nikki ain't
no little girl no more.

I know.

You know, your brother just got
his chauffeur's license,

and we're gonna have dinner
on Sunday night to celebrate.

I want you there.

How you think Pops
gonna feel about that, Ma?

It's his house.

I just want to respect him, Mama.

I didn't really understand it
back then,

but I damn sure do now.

Watch your mouth.

I'm sorry. Here.

Take this, Mama. Please.

I can't do that, Meech.

Here you go, baby.

Thank you.

I want to see you
on Sunday, okay?

- I'ma try to make it.
- Don't try. Be there.

- Love you.
- Love you more.

Of course.
All right, have a good day.

[murmuring indistinctly]

Sir, I can help you over here.

Hey. You remember me?

I saw you at
the Saint yesterday.

We also met at Cub Taboo--
was a while back.

I used to be one of Pat's
top earners, Terry.

How can I help you, sir?

I need to be added
to the insurance

for my sedan business.

Oh. Okay.

So I just need you
to fill this out,

provide me with
your business tax ID,

and I'll get everything filed.

Long night, huh?

Nah, I just need the shades
to look at you, sunshine.

Just fill this form out
and get it back to me.

Was there anything else?

It's just real nice
to catch up with you.

Well, I work on commission,
so the longer I talk to you,

the less money I make.

- Next.
- Don't even trip.

I'ma-I'ma make sure

that I send a bunch
of customers your way.

All right, Terry.
Have a good day.

Just call me Tee.

I'm gonna call you
by your government.

All right. That works.

Whatever you want to call me, just...

- [Markisha] Terry.
- You call me. Call me.

[upbeat music plays]

Hi, how are you?

Okay, let me see.

Perfect.

♪ ♪

What you thinkin' 'bout?

Terry, Terry, look at me.

- [bed squeaking softly]
- [moaning softly]

[singer]
♪ Oh, sittin' thinking 'bout ♪

♪ How lucky a man I am ♪

- You.
- Aw.

You happy
me and Terry Jr. are back?

Yeah. Hell yeah.

The sound of him sleeping
at night is everything.

You know I'm proud of you,
right, Tee?

For gettin' out the game
and putting your family first.

Meech ain't really
f*ckin' with me, though.

Probably 'cause
you took his bed

and made this ghetto-ass king.

[both laughing]

It's better than my big ass
rolling around

in that little tight-ass twin.

sh*t, you ain't never lie.

I was thinking,
we should start a college fund

for Terry Jr.,
move in, just the three of us.

Yo, Wanda, you just took
our son and ran off.

Now you back
with all these plans?

I'ma need a minute.

So what, we starting over?

Yep.

Nikki and Mama's
at Bible study,

so we starting over right now.

[singer] ♪ You're so lovely ♪

♪ I love it ♪

[engine rumbling]

Hey. That's not yours.

For this not to be your car,

you sure like
putting stuff in it.

Somebody's starting to feel
real comfy on the job.

My family believes
in the power of Buddha,

and that charm is
for good luck and prosperity.

Well, you got Buddha,

I got Jesus,
and Muslims got Allah.

It's all the same sh*t
when you get down to it.

You must be fun at parties.

Well, what do we have here?

Couple of 50 Boyz.

[tires screeching]

[dramatic music plays]

I got the tall, skinny one.

♪ ♪

[panting]

[sighs]

[chuckling]

Sucker-ass cops.

[laughs]

[tires screech]

Freeze right there, assh*le.

My tooth!

This bitch hit me
with her f*ckin' car!

I'm sorry.
Were you saying something?

Fucker almost ran into Buddha.

Ooh. Mm.

Just for the record,

you're way more fun at parties
than me.

Come on.

[Dink grunting]

f*ck you!

I'll get all of this filed,
and I'll get back to you.

[customer] Thanks.

You were supposed to be
bringing me customers.

Hey, look,
they definitely comin',

but your orchid
was on its last leg,

so I figured
I'd get you a fresh one.

Oh, that's nice, but I can't--

See, orchids are high
maintenance and temperamental.

They gotta be treated
just right.

The beauty and joy they bring

outweighs the upkeep
and expense.

Ouch. Oh, okay.

Well, at least
just water the old one

for photosynthesis and sh*t.

Photosynthesis
is about light, silly.

I know. I know.

I was just seeing
if you was listening.

- All right. Yeah.
- Bye, Terry.

[chuckles]

[siren wailing]

Dink got f*cked up moving
the money from the stash house.

What? Come on, man.

He ain't gonna talk.

That n*gga ain't gonna talk.
But that green good as gone.

[sighs]

f*ck it, man.
It's just part of the game.

But how the hell
we gonna go cop from K-9 now?

I don't know.

Maybe we should think
outside of the box.

You know what's crazy?

That m*therf*cker spun
some sh*t to me other day

that really didn't make sense
until now.

Dope game ain't just
about dollars and cents

as much as relationships.

I gotta show that m*therf*cker

I'm somebody
he can't afford to lose.

What the hell you gonna do?

I'm just gonna be me,
like I always do.

[hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

Come on, we don't got
to do all that, bro.

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ Chasin' paper ♪

♪ A pimp and I'm a player ♪

♪ And I'ma keep on hustlin' ♪

♪ Till ain't nobody greater ♪

Okay, okay,
getting money up in here.

[singer]
♪ A pimp and I'm a player ♪

♪ And I'ma keep on hustlin' ♪

♪ Till ain't nobody greater ♪

What's up, Q?

[singer] ♪ Try to be humble ♪

♪ And swallow this pride
I got ♪

♪ Belt on my bubble ♪

♪ I hit every time I sh*t ♪

♪ We in the jungle ♪

♪ And snakes
All around these thots ♪

♪ For a couple bundles,
I done seen ♪

- What up, doe?
- Meech. Hope you're hungry.

My cook makes
the best steak in the city.

- Hell yeah.
- Still hot. Dig in.

What's the difference
between the best point guard

in the world
and the tenth best?

Ball handling skills,
orchestrating offense,

probably leading the team
around him better.

Vision.

They have to see
the entire floor.

Look, I grew up
in the Brewsters.

And now I got homes
in Detroit, Cali, and Florida.

I run the one just like Zeke,
and I'm relentless.

[Meech] See, I love that
'cause I got the same type

of will and audacity,
and my crew,

they loyal as f*ck
and ready to suit up whenever.

Just this point, I'm running
go around without my brother.

He don't have the vision?

That n*gga got
a different vision, man.

He want to finish school
and all that bullshit.

My brother was the same way.

n*gga thought he was
going to the league

until I got him to shift
focus on the real.

You and Tee remind me of us.
But winners are never late.

So you knew there'd be
drug dogs at the airport

and that I'd be late.

But I delivered, K-9, and I'm
gonna keep on delivering.

And if you give me a sh*t,
man, I promise we gonna grow.

When we done, you gonna
have enough to buy a house

in every f*ckin' state
in the nation.

Don't cash a check
your ass can't cover.

sh*t, your brother already
told us how we get down.

And you seen firsthand.

So am I good
for ten bricks or what?

If you can do 10,
then you can do 20.

You got a problem with that,
hot potato?

Hell no.

Let's get it.
I'm ready to do it right now.

Good.

Fellas, gather around.

Got some gifts for you guys.

'Cause, Meech,
the only way to be the man

is to take care of the people
who take care of you.

Right, fellas?

I got one especially for you, Meech.

Man, I don't even know
what to say, man.

Your word is your bond
out in these streets.

That's all we got.

So don't ever let nobody
disrespect that.

And if they do violate it,

you gotta make it your f*ckin'
business to demonstrate.

Big L had a big f*ckin' mouth,

so I took care of that for you.

Good lookin'.

Just know,

if you don't give me my money
on time,

I'm gonna k*ll you.

Then I'ma k*ll your brother

and them two
Black-ass m*therf*ckers

y'all was with at the Saint.

[tense music plays]

Finish your steak.

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music plays]

[singer] ♪ Don't get caught up
In them streetlights ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Don't get caught up
In them streetlights ♪

♪ Jumped off the porch
As a youth ♪

♪ Looking for the truth ♪

♪ Trouble is what I found
I was running wild ♪

♪ Streetlights on
The corner was calling me ♪

Man, look at my little brother.

I can't even lie.

I did not think you
was gonna see this car sh*t

all the way through.

Meech, what the hell you want?

I'm a paying customer.

Drive, m*therf*cker.

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ Out there
In the street life ♪

Hey, so how much you make
today doing this sh*t, Tee?

Enough.

I'm guessing you picked up
four, maybe five rides

for about $10 a pop?

With a tip, that's probably
a grand total of 50 bones.

[laughs]

I'm making
a honest f*ckin' living.

[Meech]
Well, that's an honest living.

But is that your dream
or is that Pops's dream?

- You know what?
- No, just listen.

Hear me out, hear me out,
hear me out.

All right?

I finally got a steady supply

so we can start expanding
just like we talked about.

n*gga, we gonna set up shop
in other cities

and take over
the f*ckin' nation.

I already told you. I'm out.

[Meech] Tee, when is you
gonna quit wasting your time

with this car bullshit?

Can we go back
to what we do best?

Hustling?

I'm not talking about
no small-time bullshit

like when we did with Pat.

K-9 is getting the supply
from Colombians.

That's Pablo Escobar
and them m*therf*ckers, man.

K-9, the n*gga
that k*lled someone

over a f*ckin' basketball game?

What is he gonna do to us
if we f*ck sh*t up?

We won't.

You and I ain't never
f*ck nothin' up

when we work together.

We always come on top.

- It's the same thing here.
- Nah.

This is your stop
right here, though.

[Meech] Oh, this my stop?

[Terry] Yep.
And get the f*ck out.

Keep the change.

Broke ass n*gga.

[laughs]

[laughter]

[Mabel] He looks at me
all crazy, then I go,

"Didn't your mama teach you
that it's not polite to stare?"

Next thing I know,

an old Eartha Kitt sounding
voice yells out,

"I told him,
but that boy don't listen!"

[laughter]

[Lucille] Oh, my goodness.
That is a mess.

- [indistinct chatter]
- Hey, Miss Mabel.

Nicole, you need glasses?

I know you see
Miss Mabel sitting here.

- Hey, Miss Mabel.
- Hi, baby.

How you been doing?

- Fine. And you?
- Good, thank you.

Hey, grab that extra chair.
Meechie's coming for dinner.

What is that on your face?

Oh, it's just lip gloss.

Well, you're too young
to wear that.

Should be more worried
about Meech than me.

Excuse me?

I am so sick and tired
of you talking back.

Every time I say something,
you got something to say.

Now wipe that mess
off your face like I said.

Nicole, do like your mom says.

Please tell me we're not here
to see that snaggletooth perp

- I hit.
- Nah, but I did cover you

on the accusation
he made with Beckwith.

Did you pull
that Asian driver card?

Well, I just said
he ran into your car,

and you ain't had time to stop.

Well, I guess I should say
thank you, partner.

Look...

losing Lopez changed me.

I wasn't as transparent about
things as I could have been.

I vowed not to make
that mistake again.

I'm still not following.

- Dr. Gaines.
- Detective Bryant.

I'm afraid
there's been no changes.

Patient's still in a coma,
and the vitals

are still touch and go.

Pupils are miotic.

G-C scale's non-responsive.

Making matters worse,
we're attaching a colostomy bag

for the foreseeable future.

Dr. Gaines,
I need this man alive.

[Dr. Gaines] We're doing
the best we can,

but I'm not sure
it'll be enough.

[dramatic music plays]

[Jin] Lamar f*cking Silas?

♪ ♪

The crime board says
that Silas is deceased.

We're keeping him
under a false name

as a protective measure.

If he wakes up, we hope
he'll tell us who sh*t him.

♪ ♪

[Lawanda] Aw, baby.

Got me a flower.

[Lucille] Aw. Okay.
Come on, y'all.

Let's sit down here
for this dinner.

All right now, tell me, how
was the first day on the job?

[Terry] Slow.

We need to strategize

on increasing
our profit margin.

All right now, we can talk
about business later.

Come on, let's bless this food
so we can eat.

Nicole, you want to say grace?

I didn't know
I was allowed to talk.

- [Terry] I'll pray.
- Okay.

Don't forget
to include your brother

in the blessing, please.

I thought Meech was coming.

Well, something
must have come up.

[Charles] Mm.

Thank You, Lord,
for this beautiful gift

that Mama prepared and for this
family and my brother Meech.

Please protect him, O Lord,

and watch over every single
person at this table.

We ask all these things
in Your name,

our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Hey.

Brother, you getting better
and better at these blessings.

- Mm-hmm.
- I thought he was about

to do a Pastor Swift
Thanksgiving prayer.

[laughter]

[Meech] Listen up.

The 50 Boyz, dead.



From now on, we BMF.

Black Mafia Family.

I just need to ask
all y'all a question.

Is you in or is you out?

Now look, for some of y'all,

this will be
the biggest decision

of your f*ckin' lives.

We are about to turn BMF
into a global empire,

absorbing all the crews.

Everybody in here gonna be
shining like new money.

Everybody in here
gonna move as one.

Everybody in here
gonna have their own house,

own clothes, own cars,
own hos.

I just need y'all with me.

So if you can't work
with the n*gga across from you

or if you can't handle
what I'm saying, just bounce.

If you can't even be a standup
guy, get the f*ck on.

We just got 20 keys
from the new plug.

Now if y'all in the mood
to have too much money

to count, stand up.

If y'all trying to set up shop
in Cleveland...

- Yeah.
- [Meech] St. Louis...

- Yeah.
- [Meech] Atlanta...

- Yeah.
- [Meech] Miami...

- Yeah.
- [Meech] LA...

Yeah!

[Meech] Raise your glass
in the air right now.

We about to take over
the whole nation.

Pledge allegiance
to the Black Mafia Family!

[all]
To the Black Mafia Family!

[hip-hop music plays]

[utensils clinking]

I am so grateful that things

are working out
with you and Terry.

Well, leaving with Terry Jr.
seemed to have done the trick.

Just like you said it would.

Look, a woman's instincts
are never wrong.

What the hell
are y'all talking about?

I know you not eavesdropping
on our conversation.

Ma, you planned
this whole thing with Wanda

to get me out of the game?

Look, we were just doing
what was best for you.

That's bullshit!

You trying
to manipulate my life

just like everybody else.

[Charles] Hey, hey, hey.

We already lost control
of Meech.

We ain't losing you
to these damn streets as well.

You knew about this too?

[tense music plays]

- Oh, my f*ckin' God.
- Oh, no.

You not gonna use the Lord's
name in vain in my house.

I don't know
who the hell to trust

in this family anymore.

Damn!

- Bang on something else.
- Babe.

♪ ♪

[door slams]

♪ ♪

We've been brothers
for years, B.

I know k*lling Kato
f*cked you up.

But you proved
your loyalty to me.

That's why I decided
to make you my right hand.

That means I'ma lean on you
more than I ever did before.

Don't trip.

I got you.

sh*t, I would have thought
that made you more happy.

Yeah. Yeah, I...

You know,
I just gotta check on my moms.

- How's she doing?
- [B-Mickie] She's alive,

which is good enough for me.

You come back
from a lot of sh*t

as long as you don't
get no toe-tag.

Once they put that bitch
on you, it's a wrap.

Well, let me know
if she needs anything.

That's my moms too.

I love you, dog.



[Older Terry]
Wolves like to run in packs

'cause they're harder
to catch that way.

They call it
the Law of the Jungle.

But now Meech
was running alone.

I'd accomplished most
of what I was after as well,

but I, too, was alone.

[pensive music plays]

♪ ♪

And so was B-Mickie.

Don't be stupid, n*gga.

Now slowly take out your piece,

put it on the table there.

Come on now.

How the hell
you get in my house?

I'm po-po.

I can get in anywhere
at any time,

especially when a m*therf*cker
ducking me.

My moms
ain't been feeling well.

I've been the one busy
taking care of her.

And here I was thinking
that you was laid up

with some broad
until I found this.

Wow.

And I realized
that your ass is sprung.

But I guess, uh,

the-the p*ssy
must not have been that good.

First, you break into my sh*t.

Now you going through everything

after I already gave you
Kato's ass

for your partner's m*rder?

I want Meech.

Not some dead bitch
that you put to rest.

All I can tell you
is Terry's out.

And Meech is the one
that's running sh*t on his own.

You trying to game a gamer?

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Nah.

I ain't got no reason
to lie to you.

♪ ♪

Look here.

You better come with
something bigger next time,

'cause I still got
your other g*n,

which means I can hang yo' ass
anytime on a double homicide

of Jay-Mo
and your beloved Kato.

Anytime.

[Older Terry] Once a wolf
gets separated from the pack,

the question becomes,

who's the hunter
and who's the prey?

f*ck.

[monitor beeping]

["Ready or Not" playing]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

♪ ♪

[singer]
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

♪ Gonna find you ♪

♪ And keep you happy ♪

♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

♪ Gonna love you ♪

♪ And make you love me ♪

♪ You can't run away ♪

♪ From this love I got ♪

♪ Oh baby, hey, baby ♪

♪ 'Cause I got a lot, yeah ♪

♪ Anywhere you go ♪

♪ My poor heart's gotta know ♪

♪ Oh, baby, hey, baby ♪

♪ You can't hide from my love
Oh, no ♪

♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

♪ Gonna find you ♪

♪ And keep you happy ♪

♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

♪ Gonna love you ♪

♪ And make you love me ♪

♪ Anywhere you go ♪

♪ My poor heart got to know ♪

♪ Oh, baby, hey, baby ♪