03x01 - Lookin at the Front Door

[bunniefuu]

Tray: Previously on
"The Last O.G."...

Been almost 30 years
since my mother threw me out.

I just thought maybe
that you might want

to meet your grandkids.

I got grandkids?

Is this...

-Hello.
-Hi.

Wade Copeland's will be filing
for bankruptcy

and laying off
all of our employees.

What the hell?

Maybe I should start working
for myself,

start my own fashion line.

See me out here trying to get
my food truck up and running.

This is my last shot
at my dream.

Okay,
we'll give you the money.

Once this food truck
starts making some money,

then I can start
my new business.

[ Tires screech ]

[ expl*si*n ]

-sh*t.
-Time's up here.

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

♪♪

Before you say anything,
just hear me out.

♪♪

Where am I?

[ Deep, distorted voice ]
In your dream.

You've entered the labyrinth
of your mind.

♪♪

I am the triple O.G.

I am you, and you are me.

Forgive me for disturbing
your solitude.

It's been a long time, Tray.

Haven't seen you
since you got out.

I figured you didn't
need me anymore.

So did I, but now I have
so many questions.

-I need your wisdom.
-What is your quandary?

I told myself
when I got out the joint,

I was going to be
a force of positive change.

I want to give back
to my community,

but it seems like every time
I take a step forward,

I take three steps backwards.

A man is destined to repeat
his mistakes

if he doesn't learn
from the past.

My business failed.

I got released from the halfway
house and, worst of all,

I've been living with my moms
for the past six months.

I don't know who to trust.

The devil's best disguise
is as your friend.

But where do I begin?
I don't have a job.

I don't have my own place.

You b*tch a*s n*gga.
Stop whining, Tray.

You Brooklyn-born, man.

You're do-or-die Bed-Stuy.

Everything you seek is within
you, man, and just like

Bruce Lee said before he ripped
the baby's hairs off

of Chuck Norris' chest,
"The task ahead of you

is not stronger
than the strength within you."

I must leave now.

I got to watch the Knicks game.

They up 57 points.

For real?

I told you, this is a dream.
[ Laughs ]

♪♪

-Wake up, baby.
-Morning, sweetness.

Uh-oh, oh, my back
a little stiff.

Uh-oh, hey,
I got stiff twice.

[ Laughter ]

I'm too much.
Am I too much?

No!

Mom!

I'm too much for myself.
[ Laughs ]

[ Humming ]

Hey, Tray.

You slept good?
I sure did.

Yeah, that makes one of us.

Well, let me make you a plate.

You in a good mood?

I am floating on air.

Yeah, your wig is floating
to the side of your head.

Oh, stop.

-Uh-oh.
-Mmm, something smells good.

Used to call me Crazy Carl,
but now they call me Batman.

[ Laughs ] Stop, oh, now you
worked up a appetite.

Uh-oh, didn't tell me
we had company.

-This must be Tray.
-Yeah.

Your mom tells me
all about you all the time.

You can call me Mr. Weathers.

Yeah, but she ain't told me
nothing about you.

Ma, where did you find
this clown?

Carl is a nice man.

We met at church.

-Church's Chicken.
-Stop.

I was craving some hot wings
until I saw those thighs.

Get me a whole bucket of thigh.
[ Laughs ]

Yeah, well, money, you need
to come up out my slippers, man.

I don't know where
your feet been.

You're right.
You know what?

I saw them by the door,
and I put them on.

Now, Tray, you don't have
to act like that.

Carl is a guest in my house.
Okay?

If you don't want him
trying on the slippers,

then just don't put them --
Why you acting all jealous?

I'm happy.

Babe, don't be upset. Okay?

Let me handle this.
Let me talk to the man.

[ Groans ]

[ Exhales ] Okay.

Okay, Tray, I get it, man.

Look, you been here
for six months.

We all go on hard times,
but at some point,

Tray, you got
to get off that titty.

No, he was a formula baby.

I don't know how he got
so attached.

No, no, Ma, you ain't got
to tell my business.

Let me ask you a question, man.

What kind of bootleg father
are you,

trying to give me advice?

Huh, no, let me figure it out.

Your unemployment ran out?

You got kicked out your spot?

-You got evicted?
-Ouch.

Did you slip-and-fall
settlement,

it wasn't as big as you
thought it was going to be?

Roberta, did you tell this boy
all my business?

No, no, she ain't
tell me nothing. I got you.

You're as easy to read
as a "Jet" magazine.

Oh, you got it all wrong, Tray.

Carl just finished his
two-year degree at ITT Tech.

I was sitting on the couch
doing nothing with my life,

and then I made the call.

I made the call.

He could be a X-ray technician
or a dental assistant.

Or you could be bumming off
a 60-year-old woman.

Tray.

Don't ruin this for me.

[ Phone ringing ]

Hey. Yo, what up, Bobby?

Yeah.

No, man, I still got some other
things I got to fix here, man.

I'll holler at you later. One.

You still messing with Bobby?

Ma, he's family.

Yeah, you said
the same thing about Wavy.

You don't know the knife
is sharp until it cuts you, huh?

You know what?
On that note, I'm out.

I'm out. I can't do this.

Yeah, Tray, your mom is right.

You play silly games,
you win silly prizes.

♪♪

Hey!

The prize, it's a whistle.

[ Whistle blows ]

That's gonna be fun tonight.

I'm too much?

She's standing there
with her wig to the side.

Then he comes in wearing
a nightgown

with these drawers on.

I mean, these drawers
were so tight,

looked like he had
the hammer of Thor

between his legs,
not that I looked.

Two seconds and that's it.

All I know is he better not get
my mother pregnant

because she is too old.

I do not want my brother
looking like the f*ck'

Elephant Man.
-Okay.

Well, he's younger than her,
but she looks happy.

I heard women reach their sexual
peak in their 60s.

I don't mind her getting hers.

I just don't want to listen
to it every night.

Sounds like you got to get
your own place, then.

I want to.
I just don't know how to.

I ain't got no money.
I ain't got no job.

When you locked up, people don't
tell you how much freedom costs.

Well, you know, the check
came in from the insurance

company on the truck,
and there's a little left over.

So we could help you out
with first and last.

If you need a good broker,
I know a few.

Yo, Josh, I appreciate you going
above and beyond for me, dude.

It's nothing. We're family.

Yeah, like in
a "Diff'rent Strokes"

kind of way, right?

What you talking about, Tray?

This is the hottest building
in Brooklyn.

Man, I remember this place,
used to be an insane asylum.

The church bought it back
in the '80s.

We used to spend summers here

playing basketball
in the basement,

making zip g*ns,
doing arts and crafts.

The karate school,
the teacher was an ex-Marine.

I remember him roundhouse
kicking a 5-year-old girl

in the chest because she ain't
know how to do push-ups.

Let's go.

Isn't this lobby beautiful?

As you can see,
it's been fully restored.

They had to.

Crackheads stole everything,
the floors,

the doors,
the walls, the windows.

They even stole the elevator.

Only a crackhead can steal up.

[ Elevator bell dings ]
-Mmm.

So I can tell you that this
apartment

is competitively priced
at $3,500 a month.

Competitive with who,
the White House?

The Playboy mansion?
Neverland Ranch?

This is way out
of my price range.

♪♪

This one is a little more
in your price range.

Yeah, now this is what
I'm talking about.

This one is a little cozy.

Does it have a view?

♪♪

[ Toilet flushes ]
-Give him some time.

Am I gonna be seeing
this all the time?

Because I got plants
I want to put in the window.

So every time
I water the plants,

I got to see
this dude's a*s crack?

Oh, my god.

♪♪

Now you can't tell me
this isn't perfect.

[ Cat meows ]

Oh, you mean to tell me this
little one comes with the place?

I'm sure we can work
something out.

I never stroked a p*ssy
this big before.

Aren't you lucky?

No, I'd say this place ticks
all the boxes,

and it's in your price range.

So what do you say?

[ Cat purring ]

Thank God they finally
got rid of the body.

They didn't find her
for three weeks.

I heard the cat ate her.

[ Cat hisses ]

♪♪

I've got a great feeling
about this next one.

One B.R., half-bath.

Let me guess, one big rat
and a big a*s sink.

I'm not going to lie to you,
Tray, not no.

So do you want it?

♪♪

I can't believe it's so hard
to find a place, man.
Yeah.

This is harder than finding
a Puerto Rican

in a Woody Allen movie.

Back in the days, when you
wanted to find a spot,

all you needed was $500
and your baby cousin's social.

Well, don't get discouraged.
It's our first day at it.

I'll look at some more listings.

I'm sure that there's something

a little bit more reasonable
out there.

Holy -- Oh, my god.

That's in --
Okay, you know what?

Maybe we look at something
outside of the city, uh,

Queens, the Bronx.

I heard Newark is really nice,
actually.

From who?

Newark is New York's as*h*le,

smells like a dead body
dipped in garbage truck juice.

You know, Corey Booker
had to run for president

just to get the f*ck
out of Newark.

Man, when I was in prison,
it was just easier.

Free room and board,
three hots and a cot.

Look, you've paid the price,
Tray, 15 years.

You paid.

Let's do it again tomorrow,
okay?

I'll see you in the morning,
Josh.

♪♪

And if you look to your right,

you will see a happy
Brooklyn native.

Now, generations of his family

probably grew up right here
on this very block.

Have a wonderful day.

♪♪

That you, Tray?

Want to get a game of 2K in?

Yo, you got
my Platinum FUBU on?

Hmm. For Us, By Us.

You mom said I could
wear anything

that looked better on me.

Hey, while I got you here,
let me ask you something.

I want to talk to you about
your plans for the future.

I mean, now that your mom
and I are living together,

and I'm the man of the house,

I want to lay down
some ground rules,

but you got to get a job,

and you got to be able
to pull your own weight.

Your mom's retirement check
can't cover all three of us.

-You feel me?
-Mmm, I feel you.

Listen, I did 15 years
in prison, right,

and I done met the best
con men in the world,

way better than Bernie Madoff,
all of that,

but if you think you gonna
come up in here and push me out

just so that you could
take advantage of my mother,

you got another thing coming.
-Aah!

You going to lose
your privilege, boy.

What the hell is going on here?

He's no good, Ma,
trying to push me out

so he can take advantage
of you.

Just stop it! Stop it!

You don't need to protect me.
I can protect myself.

If I want to bring a man up
in this house,

I can bring a man up
in this house.

You got to stop
disrespecting Carl.

If you won't do that,
you got to --

you got to get out
of my house by tomorrow.

♪♪

Mom, this is the second time
you kicked me out.

I...

♪♪

Whew, that boy is strong!

I mean, you can stay
on the couch

until Shay and the kids
get back in town.

Hopefully I have a place
by then.

Oh, this one popped up
an hour ago.

It's a little further out
than you want to be,

but price is right.

Yeah.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.

[ Phone rings ]

Hey, Bobby, what's up?

Sorry for yesterday, man, I got
caught up in a few errands.

Yeah. No, no!
I can meet you there today.

I can be there right now.

All right, G. One.

Bobby want me to come up
to the shop.

Come on, Tray.

I mean, this spot
on Rockaway Ave,

it might not
be available tomorrow.

I can't keep blowing him off.

Man, I canceled my
writer's workshop for this.

I know, but this
sounds important.

Dude, it --

Listen, I told him
I would be there.

It's always one step forward
and two steps back, Tray.

We'll catch up later.

-All right.
-All right.

♪♪

The devil's best disguise
is as your friend.

Remove yourself
from all negativity.

Seek your independence.

I try and I try and I try

to be a positive force
in my community.

There's nothing I can do.

That's not entirely true.

What if you didn't sell drugs
to your community?

♪♪

-Crack is back.
-Oh, yeah.

[ g*nshots ]

The special tape around
the grip,

the serial numbers
are filed off,

and the trigger repels
fingerprints.

This is a body snatcher, son.

My n*gga.

♪♪

-I got this, cuzzo.
-Yo, but wait a minute --

-Don't worry about it.
-This is just FUBAR.

-I got this.
-Where you going?

Bobby, come on, man,
stop acting crazy.

Bobby! f*ck.

♪♪

[ expl*si*n ]

sh*t!

A man is destined to repeat
his mistakes

if he doesn't learn
from the past.

[ Pigeon cooing ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

You're my contractor,
get it done.

What?
You're going to sue me?

Oh, yeah?
Well, I'll sue you for suing me.

-Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom.
-Mind if I check around?

Yeah, sure, go right ahead.

Look, I haven't seen you
in two weeks,

and when I do, you --
you overcharge me,

and your workers
don't even speak English.

I mean, Google translator
had to ask Yahoo!

just to know what
the hell they were saying.

-How much?
-10 grand?

-What?
-Not you.

Look, the lobby doors
are locking tenants

inside the building.

It -- it's a g*dd*mn
escape room in here.

$2,500 a month,

and I'll need first
and last up front.

Look, Mr. Kelly,
I'm not a perfect guy.

The last year I've been headed
in the right direction.

If you gave me this apartment
at a much lower price,

it would help keep me
on the right track.

Is there anything
you can do for me?

Eat me.

So you want it or not?

Screw me? Screw you.
You're fired.

I just hope I get to be there
when karma a*s

f*ck you with a cactus.

Hey, hey, watch it!
Watch it!

-You good?
-Yeah.

Okay.

g*dd*mn contractor was supposed
to fix that.

Whoever did this used 2s
instead of 4s.

Yeah?

If you get me a butter knife,
I can fix it for you.

You got experience
with carpentry?

Yes, carpentry, electrical,
and plumbing.

Where'd you learn all that?

ITT Tech.

I was sitting on the couch,
and I wasn't doing much.

So I decided to make the call.

Well, I'm sure the tenants
would love to have

an on-site superintendent,
and I'd like to not commute here

every time one of these
millennials needs to change

a compact fluorescent
light bulb.

Thank you, Mr. Kelly,
thank you.

♪♪

$1,500 for a one-bedroom
in Park Slope Half.

It was always meant to be.

Thank you, good looking out,

and I heard what you said,
man, and from here on out,

there's going to be
steps forward,

and my next step
is to get me a job,

a J-O-B.

Hmm, well, if I were you,
I'd go with what I know.

Well, I know cooking,
and I know Brooklyn.

Now, if you look over here
to your right,

you'll see the famous
Velvet Milk Coffee Shop.

This coffee shop has been
a staple in Brooklyn

for over 30 months.

That's over four decades
in hipster coffee shop years.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
you want some real history?

This place was a brothel
called the Velvet Room.

It was run by a one-eyed hooker
named Blackbeard

because she had a long hair
hanging from her chin.

Okay, the place was so cheap,

you had to bring
your own sheets,

and the hookers
had punch cards.

Pardon me, sir, these people
paid good money

for an authentic tour
of Brooklyn.

So if you'll excuse us,
we'll be on our way.

Authentic?
Y'all want authentic?

Y'all call this Brooklyn.
We call it Crooklyn.

Before the hipster coffee shops
and the farmers' markets,

these streets was run
by mobsters, gangsters,

players, and hood legends.

-What's a hood legend?
-A hood legend?

That's a male or a female who
made history on these streets.

Oh, like Drake.

No, not like Drake,
more like John Booknight,

the greatest knockout artist
in Brooklyn.

As a matter of fact,
y'all standing on the streets

where this legend was born.

John Booknight was 6-foot-4,
260 pounds

with a bald head and fists
that looked like cinder blocks.

If you owed John money
or showed disrespect,

he only had to say one word.

Yo!

Tray: Then it was lights out.

I ain't got your money, John.

Tray: I once seen him punch
a man clean out of his shoes.

What happened here?

Only the greatest knockout
in Brooklyn history.

The time was
November the 5th, 1996.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Tray: John had some beef with
some dudes up on Bushwick Ave,

and when they heard...

Yo!

Tray:
...they knew who it was.

They stepped to him anyway.

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

Yo!

[ Gasps ]

[ g*n clatters ]

Tray: John was outnumbered,
but one by one,

he bodied them all.

It didn't matter if you was man,
woman, child, or beast.

If you heard "Yo!"

from a bald-headed
brother from Brooklyn,

you'd better pray to God
it wasn't John Booknight.

[ Applause ]

[ Man on television
speaks indistinctly]

Mommy, I got a new spot,

and, better yet,
I got a new hustle.

What is it?

[ Exhales ]

I'm just so glad
to see you, son.

In other news, a large shipment
of firearms was seized today

in the back of a truck
in Brooklyn.

The truck was driven
by Robert Barker.

Police say Barker was driving
15 miles per hour

over the speed limit
when he was pulled over.

In Manhattan today,
there was a march

protesting the latest contract
by sanitation workers.

They're seeking
higher medical...