02x10 - Fight the Power

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- Unh!
- Yeah.

♪ Come on ♪

Unh!

♪ 1989 the number, another summer ♪

- ♪ Get down ♪
- ♪ Sound of the funky drummer ♪

♪ Music hitting your heart
'cause I know you got soul ♪

♪ Brothers and sisters, hey ♪

♪ Listen if you're missing, y'all ♪

♪ Swinging while I'm singing ♪

♪ Giving whatcha getting ♪

♪ Knowing what I know ♪

♪ While the black bands sweatin' ♪

♪ And the rhythm rhymes rollin' ♪

You had to be there.

You finished?

Sure.

♪ ... is freedom or death ♪

♪ We got to fight the powers that be ♪

- ♪ Lemme hear you say ♪
- ♪ Fight the power ♪

Stay woke, Brooklyn!

How you doing? It's DJ Racks.

You are listening to "DJ
Racks in the Morning"

on the station that
plays the hits... 109.6.

Today is the big day,
ladies and gentlemen.

It is our annual "Flavors
of Brooklyn" celebration.

We are throwing block
parties all over town.

Make sure you come on down, but
please, please stay hydrated.

It's a scorcher out there.

We don't want you passing out

like somebody's mama at a Drake concert.

Everybody up!

It's time to wake up out your dreams

and face your jacked-up realities.

Mullins, man, it's hot
as ba*ls in here, man.

What happened to the A/C?

Well, the A/C, like most
of y'all in here, is broke.

Yeah, but when is it gonna get fixed?

The repairman said he can't
come by till this evening.

I sweat like crazy.

You stay down there, and I'm likely

to make it rain in
the worst way possible.

Yeah, well, I'm not staying
in this hot-a*s oven, man.

It smell like the
devil's a*s crack in here.

Besides, I got a truck
in that block party today.

Yo, Green Eyes, come pick
me up in the truck, man.

We got to make sure we get
a good spot on the streets, a'ight?

A'ight.

Hold on.

D-D-Did I hear this right?

You let that Green Eye
fella take your truck alone?

Yeah, well, what's it to you?

Well, first of all, I'm a grown-a*s man,

and I ain't calling
another dude "Green Eyes."

And secondly, didn't you say

that this guy's thing
was robbing people?

Used to be. Not no more.

All I know is that the
guys that live in my house,

they did their time and
they learned from it.

This guy, he been doing
criminal stuff recently.

Hey, see, that's what
my food truck is about...

second chances.

Giving people hope
that they can do better.

Me hiring Green Eyes

is me putting my money
where my mouth is.

Okay. Don't say I didn't warn you.

But as a side note,

never literally put
money where your mouth is

because money is known to
have, like, fecal matter on it,

so when you put that money
up in your mouth like that,

and next thing you
know, you're gonna get...

Yeah, I got to get this door fixed.

It always kind of come
back open like this.

Anyway, so...

♪ The Last O.G. 2x10 ♪
Fight the Power

Ah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Let's get this money.
Let's get this money.

- Boy.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, snap.

Damn, $900,000? Who can afford this?

There's buildings all over
Brooklyn priced like that.

m*therf*ckers is buying
old apartment buildings,

flipping them, then selling them joints

as condos and lofts and sh*t.

Yo, that's word, man.

They did that to my mom's building, man.

Now she got to bounce all
the way to Connecticut.

I miss my moms, man.

_

Mom, I don't want to talk to your a*s.

You know what? The thing is, man,

ain't even no brothers on the wall, man.

- Crazy.
- Hey!

Can't park there.

Who says so?

I need this space for my
workers to get in and out.

But this is a big block
party here, my dude.

I'm on a tight construction schedule,

and there's no way that I'm
falling behind and losing money

- because of a block party.
- Mm.

But this is for the neighborhood.

I own this building.

Nobody asked me about any block party.

Well, if you own this building,

how come we never see you around?

Yeah, how come, Mr. Rockefeller?

I bet he don't even live 'round here.

- That's word.
- Tell you something, man.

Just 'cause you own this building

don't make you Brooklyn.

- Brooklyn is for the people.
- That's word.

This building has been
run down for years.

I want to ask you something.

If you love Brooklyn so much,

how come you people didn't buy it?

Oh, so what you trying to say?

You think we don't know what
the word "you people" mean?

See, now, you lucky this
brotha's a changed man,

or he'd whoop your a*s three times

for saying some mess like that.

- Whoop his a*s, Tray.
- Four times!

I got no time for this.

So buying this building

is supposed to be making
Brooklyn "great again"?

I voted for Obama.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

It's hot as hell out here.

You know it's that
global warming, right?

- Preach, n*gga.
- Man-made global warming.

Felony, if you don't
break it down right now.

I'm trying to tell you like this.

Like, it's all the extra
methane in the atmosphere.

- Okay.
- You know the culprit, right?

- Veganism.
- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

What?

'Cause cows fart methane.

But now you got all these
cows not getting eaten,

but they're still farting.

- Facts, B.
- Science.

- Facts.
- You know what?

You fools could actually
benefit from reading a book

instead of pontificating all the time.

Global warming comes from
the greenhouse effect.

That too.

And the main culprit

is carbon dioxide.

We knew that.

Carbon dioxide comes
from Jheri curl activator.

How you think California got so hot?

- Yo!
- Wow!

Yo, son, I like how you
handled yourself back there.

What you mean?

See, my first inclination

would've been to smack fire at him

had he come up on me like that.

But you... you handled
him all intelligent-like.

I guess after 15 years in the pen, man,

I do do things a little differently.

Yeah, I ain't mad at it.

Live a lot longer that way.

Yo. You good?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

You know, just been
thinking about things is all.

You know, it feels good

not having to look over
my shoulder all the time.

You legit now.

Yeah.

First time in a long time.

Yeah, and I ain't even
mad that, you know,

it's for so much less money.

You ain't getting no raise, Dwayne.

- Right.
- Hey!

Green Eyes getting paid?

Okay, back it up.

Cousin, you ain't sh*t.

It sounds like here comes
the competition, kid.

Bobby, get those boxes out!

- Yo, I ain't doing nothing!
- Could you get that bread?

- Okay.
- I need that bread.

- And get the big bag of Frito.
- I want a raise!

Green Eyes, does he make
you pay for meals, too?

- Yo, Bobby, come on!
- Crazy, man.

Stay woke, Brooklyn!

How y'all feeling this afternoon?

Brooklyn, let's get this party started!

Make sure you check out all the
fabulous vendors we have here.

Make sure you go check
out the street market

and buy you some arts and crafts.

Make sure you get your
blood pressure checked

at our health and wellness booth,

because health is wealth,
ladies and gentlemen.

Give it up, party people.

Eat at one of our many
fabulous food trucks.

We have the Easy Being
Green farm-to-table truck.

Give it up.

Over here we have the
Hit It Raw vegan truck.

I know my fellas gonna
love that one, yes, indeed.

We have the LGB Treats dessert truck.

We got the Cheese Baby, Baby Cheese.

Last but not least, we got
the Last Meal on Wheels.

Check them out, party
people, in the place to be.

DJ Racks. Let's go.

I'm coming in 'cause this is beautiful.

All different type of people,
all different kind of food.

Yo, Brooklyn ain't about
no $900,000 apartments.

This is what Brooklyn's about, kid.

- Oh, yeah!
- Party people,

remember to vote for
your favorite food truck.

The food truck that gets the most votes

will get free advertising
for one year on 109.6,

the station that plays the hits.

Yo, let me tell you something, man.

We got to kick these other trucks' asses

like they stole our freedom.

- Yeah!
- Let's do this.

Here you go, one Juvenile Offender.

Mmm. This is good.

Yeah, you like that, huh?

Mmm. What you put in here? Rihanna?

That's the casing of a footlong

stuffed with a Lunchable kids meal.

I'm voting for you.

I'm-a get everybody to vote for you.

- You better.
- The Last Meal on Wheels.

Everybody vote for the
Last Meal on Wheels!

What a waste.

What you mean, what a waste, man?

You gonna come all the way over here

- to our establishment...
- Yo, Bobby.

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, chill!

Is there a problem, Officer?

I was just saying it's a waste

'cause I'm on a diet and
I can't eat anything here.

- Oh. Oh.
- It all smells so good, especially yours.

- Thank you, man. You on a diet out here?
- Yeah.

Man, that's like going to a strip club

with a brick tied to your d*ck.

- Facts.
- Well, listen, here.

Taste this.

We won't tell nobody.

Mmm.

I just gained five pounds.

That's 'cause I just
put a food baby in you.

How you stay so thin working
around all this good food?

Oh, come on, now, you trying to
get in my pants, Officer Dobbs?

Here, take that with you.

Okay, now you're trying
to get in my pants.

You know that.

You know th...

Bobby, Green Eyes.

- What's up?
- Hold the fort down.

Hold the fort down.

What you... Oh, oh, yo.

Yo, that's his moms, yo.

Hey, Ma.

I didn't think you was gonna come.

Oh, I didn't come for you.

I came to give out
fliers for the church.

- Oh.
- But it got so hot, I had to stop.

I figure if these people
can handle the heat,

they'll do well in hell.

Have a seat, Ma.

Let me get you something cool to drink.

I can get you a Green Mile Tea.

It come in small, medium,
or lethal injection.

Why do you have to promote
such negative stereotypes?

Ma, what's negative about it?

Order number 20-to-Life,
your fries are ready!

Order number 20-to-Life!

Now, it's bad enough you went to prison,

but now you want to glamorize it?

Ma, this food truck is my pride and joy.

Next to Amira, it's
my greatest creation.

- What about Shahzad?
- He almost made the list.

Win, your Prison g*ng Crepes are ready!

One Prison g*ng Crepe.

Enjoy that sh*t.

See, that's why I didn't
come to visit you in jail.

I didn't want to see
my son behind bars then,

and I don't want to see my
son behind pretend bars now.

Why you think I made
this truck about prison?

I'm turning all the
stereotypes upside down.

Joel, come get your salad tossed!

- Ignore that, Ma.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm setting a positive example, okay?

An ex-con making a contribution.

Look around. Look at all these people.

My food is bringing them together.

Yes, to laugh at you.

I can never do anything good enough.

What else do you want from me, Ma?

I just want you to do the right thing.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Got it.

Joel, come get your salad tossed!

Yo, Joel, hurry up!

I keep waiting to toss your salad!

I'll be right back. Hold on.

- Cuzzo, you all right?
- Yeah.

Maybe my mom's right about me
putting a bad image out there.

Yo, they said the same
thing about NWA, right?

Then a few years later,

"Straight Outta Compton"
is nominated for an Oscar.

That was for screenwriting.

True, but what I'm talking about is,

don't worry about the critics.

You make a good point, Bobby.

My mom's is a critic.

There's only one way to silence critics.

You know what?

It's extremely hard to
make a movie now-a-days.

- I'm talking about winning the Taste-Off!
- Oh!

If the people accept my food,

then they will accept my message.

That'll show my mother that she's wrong

about my food truck being a bad image.

Well, there you go, cuzzo. You got it.

You got it. You got it, bro.

What's up, Green?

It's hotter than a
m*therf*cker out here.

Yeah. You ain't lying.

What Tray's mom said got me thinking.

Maybe there's more I could be doing now

to make up for all the
bullshit I did back in the day.

You still thinking
about beef with ol' boy?

They pushing folks out their homes

that lived there all their lives.

Like your mom. It ain't right.

What else can we do?

Got to be something.

These buildings got history, man.

Matter of fact, the
one he's tearing down,

Ol' Dirty b*stard grew up there.

- Say word.
- Word.

Word.

All right, everybody,
everybody, attention.

Me and this gentleman to the left of me,

we have a petition, okay?

- Petition!
- Petition.

- Petition for what?
- You know what we gonna do?

We gonna turn this building
into a historical landmark.

We gonna shut your construction down!

- Come on!
- Landmark?

What are you talking about? It's a dump.

What you mean, what I'm talking about,

it's a dump? Let me te... See?

If you sign this petition right here,

you're protecting the
birthplace of Ol' Dirty b*stard.

Who's Ol' Dirty b*stard?

O.D.B.

- Who?
- Who?

- Come on, son. Dirt McGirt.
- Mm-hmm.

- Big Baby Jesus.
- Well...

- Dirt Dog?
- Uh-huh.

- Ason Unique?
- Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

What is that, voodoo?

No, it ain't no voodoo!
That's not voo...

That's Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang forever!

All right. What do you think?

That's not bad for our
first project together.

Well, we only had,
what, 10 fights over it.

Maybe fighting is a part of our process.

Like Kanye and Jay-Z.

Well, I'm sure Kanye never
threw bolts of fabric at Jay-Z.

Mm.

Oh! All right. Well,
let me get out of here.

- Enjoy the, uh, block party.
- Mm-hmm.

- Mwah. Mwah.
- Mwah. Mwah.

Bye, boo.

- Hey, Faith.
- Hey!

- How are you?
- Good.

Good.

I-I'm gonna change and take a shower.

It is hot as hell out there.

Mm-hmm.

- Thank goodness for the left nipple.
- Ah!

Yeah.

- Thank goodness for the right nipple.
- Aah!

Thank goodness for that belly button.

Uh-huh.

Ooh! Thank goodness for that ear.

Oh, gosh. You know what, babe?

This is actually not
that, uh, comfortable.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

Neither was wearing stilettos
with the French maid outfit,

but I didn't complain.

- Did I?
- No.

- Get with the program.
- All right.

Thank goodness for the sternum.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

Are you really gonna
do, like, every... Ohh!

Man, according to this
weather app, it's 101 degrees.

Damn!

Yo, instead of always downloading apps

and letting the other man get paid,

- why don't we start making our own?
- Uh-huh.

- I agree with you fully there, brother Fels.
- Hmm.

Like, instead of using
Waze, we need to come up

with, like, a black version
and call it Blaze, right?

And not only does it keep you
out of the reach of the police,

but it gets you there 10 minutes earlier

to account for C.P. Time.

- I'm feeling that.
- Give me that.

Or, like, you know what I'm saying?

Like a-a-a "Candy Crush"

but it's got Jolly Ranchers
and Now and Laters.

- Oh, a-a-and the Hot Chew.
- Can't y'all think of something

other than the black version
of things that already exist?

We supposed to be innovators,

like the Egyptians, like the Moors.

- The Wakandans.
- Whoo! Wakanda forever.

What's going on, fellas?

- Bobby!
- Hey!

We need you all to sign this petition.

- Oh, yeah. I'm in.
- Who we saving?

Rainforest? Whales?

Those little white seals
that they make coats from?

You ain't talking about the baby
seals on... on the commercial?

All of them little seals.
Don't get me started again.

- They're cute.
- There you go.

Man, y'all n*gg*s don't
even know what y'all signing.

All right. But I signed it already.

- It's too late.
- Yeah, me too.

Yo, it's Old Man Potter down the way

trying to turn that
building on the corner

into condos that
people can't afford, yo.

That old rat-infested building?

- I'm glad to see him do something with it.
- sh*t.

I can't believe you're
taking his side right now.

Me and him, we're property owners,

so him renovating that
building is good for my house.

That's real selfish, Mullins.

- Look, we got to stick together.
- Oh, we're gonna stick together?

Okay, so the next time
my mortgage is due,

you're gonna help me with that?

Huh? What?

Yeah, I-I didn't think so.

You're a cold piece of work.

Look, y'all can't stop progress.

And as far as those seals that
you're talking about on TV...

- Yeah?
- ... they look delicious.

- Oh, come on!
- Oh, man.

Mak... Making me hungry.

sh*t, I'm gonna... I'm
gonna eat up the seal meat.

Something's wrong with you, Mullins.

All right, listen! Listen!

Please, everybody pass it around.

We want to protect historic
Brooklyn from people like...

like that dude who doesn't
want to share with everyone!

- Now, that's good for Brooklyn.
- What?

- This isn't Manhattan!
- What about the community?

They can move somewhere else.

Calm down! Wait a... Calm down!

Hey! Stop!

Shut up! Okay?

We're here to have fun, not fight!

Gene, take a breather.

Linda, take a walk.

- Talk to you later, Linda.
- All right, boo.

Everybody else, go on
about your business.

Bobby, you can't be out
here starting trouble, man.

Yeah. People have a lot
of feelings about this.

You got to be careful.

But I hear you.

Wu-Tang Clan is my sh*t.

That's why I rock with you.

Officer Dobbs, baby, cool.
Baby, Wu-Tang forever.

Yeah. Just don't break the law.

Ladies and gentlemen, the votes are in,

and the winner for the "Flavors
of Brooklyn" Taste-Off is...

Last Meal on Wheels.

- Give it up.
- What? Yes!

Congratulations, brother.

- Come on up here.
- Yeah! Come on!

- Yes!
- Yes, baby!

Yes! Yes!

- Hold this for me, Bobby.
- Gotcha.

Yo, what up, Brooklyn?

Let me tell you something, man.

My food truck is personal.

It's about redemption, about life.

It's about love.

Take my Radiator Chicken, for instance.

The right hand is the Kool-Aid
powder used in the brine.

It's tart, abrasive, but yet colorful.

The left hand is the jelly
packages from Church's Chicken

I used in the marinade

after the brine has been
sitting there for hours.

It's added later, and it
comes in fancier packages.

But my story's about Brooklyn.

Static. Who will win?

Too much of the right hand,
this chicken will be salty,

dry, and mad as hell.

Too much of the left hand and
it's gonna be soft, boring,

and can't take the
heat from the radiator.

But you put them together,

and it's gonna be something delicious.

Love.

Thanks for coming out.

Uh, well, all righty, then.

Give it up for your winner, everybody.

- Give it up!
- Last Meal on Wheels.

Give them some.

Hey.

What in the world?

Oh, come on, son!

Yo, they got to do this right now?

- There it is. Static.
- See?

See, that's what I'm
talking about right there.

That's why we got to shut them down.

Oh, yeah. They gonna feel our presence.

- No, what you talking about?
- No, no, no, no.

I got... I see the violent
look in your eyes, man.

- What you talking about?
- I g... I got this, cuzzo.

- Wait a minute.
- Don't worry about it.

- I got this.
- Where you going?

Make them show us respect!

Green Eyes, could you
get my keys from him?

That's my keys and my truck.

Bobby, you need to sit down somewhere.

Come on, Bobby.

Bobby, come on, man! Stop acting crazy!

- I got this!
- Gets so angry.

♪ Fight the power ♪

Bobby, what are you doing?

Bobby!

Yo, watch it!

Move the truck!

- We ain't going nowhere, dawg.
- Bobby. Bobby.

Get this monstrosity out of here!

- We ain't going nowhere!
- Bobby, no.

- This is our block party and our neighborhood!
- Bobby!

- Come on, man!
- That's right, damn it!

- You better move the truck...
- Come on, Bobby.

... or else.

- Come on!
- Or else what, man?!

Oh, you ain't gonna do
nothing, and you know it!

Shut the music off now!

I ain't shutting nothing down, man!

- You're not shutting it down?
- It's a block party.

You're not shutting the music off?

I'm gonna shut it off for you!

Man, you ain't gonna do nothing.

Come on, Bobby. Come on, Bobby.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Back off! Back off!

Whoa, whoa.

Back off!

- No!
- No, no, no!

Come on! Come on, man! Come on, man!

- Come on, man!
- No, no!

- Oh!
- Come on, man.

Ah! What are you doing?!

Yo, man, you lucky
you got that pipe, man!

No! No, man!

Now we put you out of business.

And we didn't need a petition.

I'm gonna k*ll you, m*therf*cker!

You mother...

Get off me!

No! No! No!

I can't breathe!

I can't breathe!

Dobbs, you know him. You know him!

Do something! Do something!

Please!

Do something!

Do something!

- That's enough!
- Get off me!

- That's enough! Come on!
- Get off me!

Aah!

No!

Green! Green, pick it up!

Get up, man! Come on!

Hurry up. Come on! Come on!

Let's go! Come on!

sh*t!

sh*t.

Tray.

Tray, what are you doing?

Tray. Tray, don't!

Cuzzo.

Tray.

- Cuzzo!
- Don't.

Don't do this, Tray.

- Tray, you don't want to go back to jail!
- Cuzzo!

Don't do this!

Tray, don't.

Tray, don't!

Tray, the kids! Tray!

You have children now!

They need you.

We have kids, Tray.

They need you.

We need you.

Tray! Don't!

We need you.

Rough night, huh?

Uh, thank you, Shay.

Ohh.

It all happened so fast.

Even when I do right, I end up losing.

The truck can be replaced.

That's what insurance is for.

Thank God the policy's in Josh's name.

He gets those white-boy rates.

I messed up again, Shay.

Just when I started to
make something of myself,

I end up losing.

What if that's just
the way it is with me?

What if I'm always gonna lose?

Don't say that.

Why not?

You've seen it before.

Some people just can't
get out of their own way.

Tray, when you first got out of prison,

I thought you'd be back
in there within two weeks.

You've grown so much.

You've gone from someone I hated

to someone I consider to be my friend.

If you can overcome that,
you can overcome anything.

Thanks.

Oh, don't flatter yourself.
This is morning wood.

That's all it is.

They arrested your friend.

Least he's alive.

Thank you.

Cost me my job.

They're gonna fire you?

Nah. Gonna be forced to quit.

They can't do that.

Who's gonna come if I call for backup?

I'm risking my own safety staying on.

Damn.

How are things gonna change if
we start punishing the police

for doing what they're supposed to do?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Man, I should have eaten
there when I had the chance.

It was good.

It was good, Tray.

Hey, Dobbs.

You owe me $2.50 for
that free food I gave you.

f*ck you, Tray.

Love you, too.

Wondering when you was
gonna bring your trifling,

food-truck-burning a*s back here.

I don't want to hear it, Mullins.

Well, you need to hear this.

It's from the Department of Corrections.

Came yesterday.

Notice of time served?

Your time's up here.

You got two weeks to find
you a new place to live.

Everybody up.

- Everybody up.
- Oh, come on, dawg.

Time to wake up from your dreams

and face your jacked-up reality.

Before you say anything,
just hear me out.