03x09 - All I Need

[bunniefuu]

TRAY: I used to think getting
money was the key to joy.

When I got locked up for chasing it,
I realized I was wrong.

But as an OG, I know there
are three keys to joy.

You got to have something to do,
something to hope for...

and someone to love.

♪♪

♪♪

And I'm gonna get back to
the things that bring me joy.

And there is nothing
that's gonna stop me.

- Whoa! For honey?!
- [BEEP]

$87?

Hell no!

[THUNDER CRASHES, RUMBLES]

How much are they?
They a hundred dollars, too?

Nope. They're free.

Do you like tacos?
Because these are vegan.

Let's see.

As long as they free, I love 'em.

[CHUCKLES]

Mmm!

Free is good, but there's
something definitely missing.

- Okay.
- Mm, mm. Hold on.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Mm.

Now, that's product.

You can make they nose
bleed with that, kid.

I...

I don't understand what that means.

Here. Watch this.

I'm gonna make you
understand what I mean.

We getting ready to flood the block.

Don't get it twisted, don't get it bent,

and please don't get it discombobulated.

- Try that.
- Okay.

- Mmm!
- [LAUGHS]

- How is it?
- Mm! Mmm, yum!

- This is good!
- I told you!

Mmm. Mm.

Yo, check it! We got work over here!

We going hand to hand!

Nicks and dimes on the tacos.

Don't get it twisted. You understand me?

Yeah, we got nosebleeds.

I'll try one of them.

Oh, no. You got to pay for yours.

Oh, I thought it was free?

Well, they usually are, but
I'm using my special spices,

and as beautiful as you are,

you've definitely gotten too
many things in your life for free.

- Okay.
- Wait a minute!

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

E-Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. I was just joking.

Here you go.

My name is Tray.

Mm!

Mm! That's not bad.

[GIGGLES]

Shouldn't you be tending to the samples?

I don't work here. I
was just helping her out.

- Mm.
- I'm a professional chef.

I used to own my own food truck.

So, now you season the
samples at the grocery store?

- Uh...
- Um...

the seasoning's probably the only thing

I can afford in this place.

[CHUCKLES] I know that's right.

I'm walking around with
these spices in my bag,

like I'm one of the three
wise men or something.

[LAUGHS]

Um... I didn't get your name.

That's 'cause I didn't give it.

Wow.

Were shots just fired?

Look, is this your game?

You walk around the grocery
store trying to pick up women?

No, I'm more than just standing
here sh**ting the gift, right?

Kickin' it Willie Bobo.
I'm fresh out of game.

It's taken everything
I got inside right now

just to kick it to you.

Really?

I'm serious.

[SIGHS]

So, what's your story?

You married?

In a relationship with a woman

but she doesn't know it's just for sex?

Or are you g*y?

No, no, and no.

- You got kids?
- Yes.

I have twins that live in
New Jersey with their mother.

They mean everything to
me and I'll die for them.

Gladly.

Yeah, I have a little one, too.

See? We perfect for each other.

May I take you to lunch?

What? Right now?

Yes. It's not like a first date.

- It's just lunch.
- What?

We barely know each other.

Mm.

It's just lunch.

♪♪

[DISTANT SIREN WHOOPS]

♪♪

So, what do you do?

Well, I'm a corrections officer.

Wait.

- A what?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I know. It throws
of a lot of people.

I got a kid, so it pays
the bills, you know?

Yeah, I do.

How about you?

- How about me?
- What's your story?

Well, I run my own tour company,

walking people around Brooklyn,

showin' 'em where the
notorious hood legends lived.

So, who would pay money for a hood tour?

[LAUGHS] White people.

Tr-Tr-Tr-Tr-Tr-Tr-Tray Baaaaaags!

- No, it ain't. No, it ain't.
- Ah!

No, it ain't. Jaybird, what up, boy?

- n*gga! Ah!
- Ah, yes!

What's up? What's up?

- What you doing here, kid?
- I work here now.

You know, I'm trying to get in
my food thing like you, playboy.

- Oh, yeah?
- And Alejandro up in the bank washing dishes.

- What?
- Well, this is my friend.

This is my man, Jaybird.

- Nice to meet you.
- Go, shorty.

Alright. Like, "friend"
as in "girlfriend",

or are y'all just, like, slam-bamming?

- No.
- No, we're just having lunch.

Ouch. Well, oh. Oh, oh.

Oh, by the way, don't
tell nobody in here

that, uh, I got locked up.

- I had to lie on my application.
- [CHUCKLES]

You know how hard it
is for us PIPs out here.

That's previously incarcerated person.

I got these n*gg*s fooled,
Tray. Come on there, boy.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

- Can I get a tossed salad?
- Can you get a what?

Don't nobody do that around here, bro.

Who told you that?

Tray, you told this man I was in jail?

MAN: Hey, Jason, your orders are up!

Hey... uh, with the Jason.
It's Jaybird, alright?

Hey, uh, anyway, uh, just
stop by the halfway house, man.

We miss you, bruh.

Yeah, we... I-I miss you guys, too.

Oh, n*gga, let me
tell you about Mullins.

Mullins out here throwing
his d*ck in the water,

trying to catch himself something,

and caught himself something.

Big old big white jawn.

He ain't gonna throw her back, neither.

Too heavy. She couldn't go, man.

Well, you know what they say.

Every garbage can got a lid, you know?

[LAUGHS] Oh, that's sweet,

but that line ain't
gonna work on her, n*gga,

'cause she clocked out
as soon as she found out

you got felons for friends.

And anyway, speaking of
felons, you heard from Bobby?

I heard he got caught
with, like, a lot of g*ns.

Like, a lot, a lot of g*ns.

- We're not gonna talk about Bobby right now.
- Oh. Right.

A.K.A. we'll talk about it
when the woman ain't present.

Right. Right. Anyway. Hey, man.

So, uh, let me get your math
so we can chip-chop it up.

Uh, baby, give me your phone.

I'll give you my number real quick.

Phone check, Angelo!

You know the drill!

So...

you're an ex-con?

JAYBIRD: Boy, don't
you get weird with me!

[FAINT MUSIC PLAYING]

Look, I know plenty of decent men

who've been through the prison system.

They were just...

dealt a bad hand and
made some bad decisions.

I really appreciate you saying
that, because my incarceration

is a part of me that I can't run from.

I just hope you don't, either.

♪♪

Not if you can make
food taste like this.

[CHUCKLES]

Now, that should be a crime.

Thank you.

Thank you.

♪♪

Well, I gotta say, your
honesty is refreshing.

I just got out of a toxic,
toxic relationship.

I had to deal with cheating
and a whole lot of lies and...

a whole lot of gaslighting, too.

Well, you look like
a strong woman to me.

That's his loss.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, from my experience,
being a strong woman

can intimidate a lot of men.

- Maybe that's why I'm still single.
- Mm.

Painful, isn't it?

[LOUD HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

Homie. Could you turn the
music down a little bit?

- ♪ This here's my theme song ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

I can't hear you, old man.

The music's too loud. [LAUGHS]

- What?
- [LAUGHING]

- What's up?
- Tray.

Hey, what's up, Ma?

Don't "What's up, Ma" me.

I told you about hanging
out with those knuckleheads.

- Man, whatever.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Have you been smoking?

Man, ain't nobody been smoking.

You are lying. You are high as a kite.

- Get your a*s in the house.
- [LAUGHS]

Yo, holla at y'all tomorrow.

- No, he won't.
- You are tripping, bro.

- In the house!
- God damn.

Always saying some sh*t.

Bye, Ma. [LAUGHS]

♪♪

Yo.

[SIGHS]

Well, he's a handful.

Ever since me and his father
separated, he's just...

Ah, I don't know.

Actually, I gotta go.

Hey, wait a minute.

Listen, I've been where he been.
My dad left me, too, okay?

He's a good kid.

You just can't give up on him.

Thanks, Tray.

I...

Jasmine.

What?

The name... it's Jasmine.

Pretty name for a pretty lady.

♪♪

[DOOR OPENS]

[EXHALES] Jasmine.

[WOMAN VOCALIZING]

- Jasmine.
- [DOOR CLOSES]

♪♪

Alright. To the beat,
beat, check it out.

How is it someone who cooks
like you can't find a woman?

- I mean, that's crazy.
- I don't know.

I mean, I tried dating here and there,

but it just didn't work out.

I had one woman, I
kept calling her Shay.

You did not call a
woman by your ex's name.

I did. I guess I still
had feelings for her.

- [CHUCKLES] You think?
- Yeah, but I've moved on,

and me and Shay are just
friends now, but we got kids.

So she'll always have a
special place in my heart.

Yeah. Me and my ex had
a similar situation,

but we are not friends.

He's just... ugh.

And I think it's affecting our son.

Yes. That trainwreck called a marriage

that you had with that man?

Well, your son is the
body being pulled out,

and both of y'all got to work
hard to let that little boy know

"We love you. That was
a Daddy and Mommy thing.

It had nothing to do with you".

That's why he acting out,
and if don't don't work,

slap the sh*t out of him.

Dinner's ready.

Alright. Here's the test.

Here we go.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Mm-mm-mm!

- Want some more?
- Mm-mm.

Whoa, we got to have some

to put on the spaghetti, girl.

I'm gonna start calling you Prego.

- You better.
- [BOTH LAUGH]

- [KISSES]
- Mm.

- Baby, I should...
- What?

... maybe light some candles.

- You can set the whole place on fire for all I care.
- [LAUGHS]

I don't care.

- Okay.
- Mm.

Hold on.

[CLATTERING]

Where is my lighter?

Uh-huh.

Mikey. Of course.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

[SIGHS]

And...

maybe you should get a
little bit more comfortable.

[SOFT R&B PLAYING]

I'll be back.

♪♪

[SIGHS]

[KEYS RATTLING]

♪♪

Whoa! Whoa!

Oh! Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Sorry. I am so sorry, Jasmine, okay?

I-I read the situation
wrong, but that is no...

I found this in Mikey's bag!

What?

JASMINE: So, what do I do?

Number one, the g*n's
down. Number two...

you're gonna have a talk with Mikey.

Number three, is anything
happening tonight?

'Cause I got to put my pants on.

Hey, listen.

There's nothing we
can do about that g*n.

But this g*n...

is c*ck and loaded.

- Yo, it's not mine.
- I don't care.

- I'm just holding it for a friend.
- I do not care! You have a g*n!

What is wrong with you?

Baby, what is happening?

- Mikey!
- I don't know!

I don't know!

- [SNIFFLES]
- [DOOR SLAMS]

Listen to me, is there
anything I can do?

[CRYING]

Do you mind if I go
upstairs and talk to him?

- f*ck!
- [OBJECTS SMASHING]

Alright. I got you, okay?

[SIGHS]

f*ck! f*ck!

[KNOCKS]

- [SHOUTING]
- It's okay.

It's okay.

Let it all out.

It's okay to be vulnerable, son.

Man, you not my father.

I don't call you son 'cause you mine.

I call sun 'cause you shine.

You don't know nothing about me.

I know me, and you remind
me of me when I was a shorty.

Wildin' out, smokin' weed,
carrying g*ns, selling crack.

I was the worst crack
dealer you ever want to see.

Man, it was tearing up my soul.

I was a drug dealer
with a heart of gold.

I was selling crack, and then saying,

"Yo, man, y'all got to stop
smoking this stuff, man.

It's gonna k*ll you".

- "Let me get my $5, n*gga".
- [SOBS]

I knew I'd get you.

Unfortunately, man, I just got better,

started moving crazy, crazy weight,

till I got locked up.

But that's only because
I didn't have a father,

or an OG to talk to.

As far as I'm concerned,
I don't have no father.

What's all that?

It's a computer. I built it.

You built a computer?

Man, I don't even know how
to turn a computer off, man.

If it start making noise, I
just pull the plug out the wall.

Well, I'm still building it.

f*ck' computer parts
are expensive, yo,

so I'm out here.

I got to get it how I live it.

I remember I used to say
the same thing...

before I went to prison.

Yeah, well, I ain't afraid
of getting locked up.

First person I ever heard say that...

"I ain't afraid to be locked up...

[SCOFFS]

Let me tell you something, Mikey.

If you ever need an OG
just to talk to and open up,

I'm here.

Thank you.

No question.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

- He gonna be alright.
- [SIGHS]

Thank you, Tray.

You know what?

I got some people I want him to meet.

It'll be good for him.

- [SWITCH CLICKS]
- Ow. What the hell?

[SNAPS FINGER] Oh, you
think prison cool, huh?

I never said that.

Well, you looking at seven years of
hard time in front of you, boy.

- Mm.

And we here to tell
you, sh*t ain't cool.

Yeah, and you get r*ped.

- Yeah. [KISSES]
- [SCOFFS]

Oh, okay. I get it.

You're trying to scare me straight.

Not just straight. We'll
twist your little a*s

into a pretzel and dip you in a
tamarind-peanut dipping sauce

and eat you, nig-ga.

- That sounds delicious.
- Oh.

Yeah, I mean, that
sounds delicious, n*gga,

and you get r*ped!

And then when you get out, right?

You gonna have to wake
up at 5:00 in the morning

- to work a job you don't even like.
- Mm-hmm.

- So you can support a kid that ain't even yours.
- Mm-hmm.

The motherfucka don't
even look like you, man!

- He look like the mailman!
- Is that what you want?

Huh? Child support?

People telling you where
to go and what to do?

- You want that?! Mm?
- Yeah, giving your orders?

Telling you to clock out,
then clock back in

and clock out then clock back in again,

every g*dd*mn day?!

Jason, I need you to pick up the
avocado toast for table three.

Let's get to back to work,
gentlemen, huh?

I keep telling you! It's Jaybird!

You lucky our break over,
little n*gga. Yeah.

♪♪

Yo, what the f*ck?

♪♪

So, your cousin Bobby is
locked up on g*n charges?

Yep.

Have you spoken to him yet?

As you know, you have to be
on parole for at least a year

before you can even
apply for a visitation.

I just feel helpless, you know?

I really miss Bobby, man. I do.

Oh, my God.

I am so glad you guys are still here.

- I thought y'all dipped on me.
- Of course.

I wouldn't just drop you off here.

- So, how'd it go?
- Terrible.

Why? What happened?

I just got to get my stuff together.

I don't ever, ever want
to end up like them.

Hey, little Tupac, I'm tired
of working here, too, man.

I'm fed up. It's stuffy in here.

It's just not good for my vibe.

So, with that, uh, you got any weed

- or something I could sell for you?
- Oh. Okay. Mnh-mnh.

- Maybe like a dime bag?
- Okay, stop talking.

- Mikey, keep walking.
- I can take a percentage.

Come on. G-Grab your coat.

Get this coat off of here. Let's go.

Hey, even edibles. That's the new way.

The edibles.

So, I'm trying to get enough materials

and computer supplies
so I can start building

biological synapses and sh*t.

Mikey, the mouth.

Oh. Uh, sorry.

- Mm-hmm.
- Synapses and stuff.

But either way, I'm trying
to put something together

to make a robot that
thinks like a human.

- You feel me?
- No, man.

I don't mess with that kinda stuff, man.

I seen "I, Robot".

[SIREN WAILS]

Why are the cops on us like that?

We not even moving.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Ugh. Just what I thought.

[SIGHS]

- [TAPS LOUDLY]
- Oh!

What the hell do you want?

You can't talk to police like that.

Please. He's my ex-husband.

Will you calm down, Jasmine?

I'm just checking to make sure
you and Lil Mikey are okay.

That's all.

How you doing, Lil Mikey?

Oh, snap.

I didn't realize you had a passenger.

How you doing, sir?

I'm good.

That's good.

Hey, listen, I'm sorry for putting

our personal family issues
in front of you like this.

Please accept my apologies.

I'm Jasmine's ex-husband, Michael Clark.

I'm Tray Barker.

Tray Barker.

Good to meet you, Tray.
You seem like a cool guy.

Well, listen, uh...

everything seems to be okay here.

Mm-hmm. It was.

I'm gonna let y'all go.

Y'all have a nice night.

I'mma see you around, Tray.

♪♪

- Mikey?
- Yeah?

You all good?

Yeah. I'mma just go to bed.

- Later, Tray.
- Later, Mike.

I gotta say, he really likes you,

'cause he is not like that with anyone.

I like him, too.

Reminds me of me.

And, uh, I am so sorry
about that out there,

but he is not gonna be a problem.

Well, if he is, we'll
deal with it later,

but for now, let's just focus on us.

Thank you, Tray.

You're welcome.

Hey, and next time,

I'm not gonna let you
put your pants back on.

[LAUGHS]

Next time, there ain't gonna be no g*ns

'cause that's way too kinky for me.

- Alright?
- Alright.

- Later.
- Later.

Alright.

Call me when you get home?

Yes. I will.

[SIGHS]

- ♪♪

♪♪