03x10 - Warning

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

TRAY: Love is a lot like water.

♪♪

My name is Tray.

We fall in it.

May I take you to lunch?

We drown in it.

But one thing's for sure...

We can't live without it.

And finding that love is
one of the dopest things

that could happen in your life.

Sometimes we just need
somebody to believe in us...

... and never give up.

Somebody that sees
beyond our imperfections

and troubled past.

Somebody that would
break their own heart

and use the pieces to
put yours back together.

- _
- [KEYBOARD CLACKING]

Ooh, Tray, look!

I just got my results from Ancestry.com.

Word. Let's see what it say.

Girl, where you from?

Okay, so, it looks
like I'm 45% Ghanaian,



and I'm 32% Irish?

- What?
- [LAUGHS]



That's enough alcohol in
your blood to get a DUI.

What about you? You
ever do one of these?

Yep. My chart said said


- So silly.
- I'm serious.

I come from a long line
of n*gg*s from Brooklyn.

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

MAN: Open up! It's the police!

Uh, Tray, why is the
police at your door?

I don't know. Maybe it's your ex again.

No, he doesn't know where you live.

Okay, does he?

Okay, maybe they just
got the wrong apartment.

Who you looking for?

Tray Barker!

Nope. Right apartment.

Ohh, great.

I'm coming!

Just so you know, I'm live-streaming,

and I got Colin
Kaepernick on speed dial!

Don't sh**t!

- Ohh! Ohh!
- [LAUGHS]

- Get your a*s in here, man!
- You know you can't hold me down, son.

- Get your a*s in here!
- You know that.

[THUNDER CRASHES, RUMBLES]

Good to be back, cuzzo.

- I missed you, man!
- Glad you're back. I missed you, too.

Yes!

- Yo, who that?
- Jasmine, Bobby.

Bobby, Jasmine.

Bobby, it's so nice to meet you.

Uh, Tray's told me so much about you,

but he failed to mention that

you like impersonating police officers.

Oh, I-I just was clownin'.
You know what I'm saying?

Now, if I wanted to keep it authentic,

I would've bust in here
and shot both of y'all.

I'm sorry. What?

To keep it authentic. You see the news.

Baby, don't pay him no mind.

Yo, man, long time, no see, kid.

I know, kid. Look, I
ain't gonna front, man.

I thought you trying to play me, kid,

'cause you wasn't there
when I got busted, right?

But then I thought about it. I
was like, "Nah, not my cuzzo".

And look what you did.
You got me out, kid.

Thank you, baby.

What you talking about, Bobby?

What you mean, "What you talking about?"

You got the high-profile
lawyer to get me out.

What? I ain't hire no lawyer, Bobby.

So, who got me out, kid?
What are you talking about?

- I don't know.
- It was... It was me.

It was me.

Working in the system, you
do get some kind of perks.

- What she mean, "the system"?
- She's a CO.

Say what? Are you... Yo,
stop playing with me, yo.

- No.
- So, I did a little snooping

and saw the police who
searched your car did it

without a warrant or probable cause.

So I called up a DA friend of mine,

and they had the case thrown out.

- Mm.
- Wow.

Baby, I appreciate
you doing that for me,

but all you had to do was tell me.

Yeah, I didn't actually
think it was gonna work out,

and I didn't want to
get your hopes up, so...

Jasmine, thank you,
baby. You did that for me.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

I saw how much it hurt
you to see him in there,

and... I don't know... I
just pulled a few strings.

That's all.

Wow.

This is real special.

You popping a CO just
to get your cuzzo out?!

Wow, that's love, baby!

Mwah!

- That's the...
- Yo, I love you, kid!

Thank you.

- I'll call you later.
- Yeah, and it was nice meeting you, Bobby.

- Oh, nice meeting you. Nice meeting you.
- Yeah.

Let's keep it between us.

- Got you, yo.
- Okay. Yeah.

You got some co-workers, yo?

- Come on, Bobby. Sit down.
- You got cousins?

- She got a few cousins.
- Sit down.

- Cousins. Yo, I'm really liking this spot.
- Sit down. Sit down.

Mm. I'm really liking
the place here, cuzzo.

Nice and comfortable, kid.

Damn, feels good to be home, baby.

- Yes, it is.
- Look, um, I mean, I ain't...

I ain't really got no home right now.

So you mind if I crash here?

Yeah, man, is that a
trick question, man?

- You family, man. Of course.
- Thank you.

- And, listen, I know you just came home, right?
- Yeah.

But I really need you to go down
there and talk to Divine, man.

They fronted you a lot of burners, man.

I know that, man. Don't even...

Yo, Bobby, I'm not f*cking around, man.

I'mma handle that.
Don't stress that, man.

Chill.

What's that smell?

Oh, I ain't take no showers yet.

- Why not?!
- What you mean, "Why not"?

What you talking about?
Yo, a clean a*s in jail,

I might as well be asking
them out for a date.

You watch too much TV.

Nah, man, I'm too pretty for jail.

- I was gonna be pretty and stank.
- You watch too much...

♪♪

All I'm saying is that
Lizzo is too small for me.

I need somebody with
some size and girth.

She just too petite for me, man.

My main man Divine!

MAN: Peace to the god.

- Peace, peace.
- Got you, right?

- Right.
- He's right.

Like the new shop.

Thank you, brother. Thank you.

What we doing today?

Line up the beard a little bit.

Alright. Gotchu.

- Get you right.
- No, no, no.

- No, that's good.
- Alright, save that.

Y'all seen Bobby around?

Heard he just got out.

- Nah, no way!
- Bobby ain't out.

With all them biscuits
he got caught with?

- Word.
- Well, he out.

And anybody that hit the streets
that fast, you know what it is.

Unh-unh. Don't say that.

Bobby ain't no snitch, yo.

All these young n*gg*s
now-a-days is snitches.

Reggie right, man. You
seen "The First 48"?

- Yeah.
- Yep.

That's the one where the police
got 48 hours to solve a crime?

WILL: Yeah, they should
call it "The Sound of Music"

'cause they be singing like
Julie Andrews in the hills.

- [LAUGHTER]
- What's the big deal with snitching?

I'm like 6ix9ine. I'm not
going to prison for nobody.

That's 'cause you wouldn't last one day.

They'd be lined up to tap that
a*s like it was Black Friday.

I'd do 100 years of making
love to my inner thigh

before I'd rat on somebody.

Beat my d*ck like it called me a n*gg*r.

[LAUGHTER]

These young cats don't
know nothing about that.

Mnh-mnh.

They ain't got no knowledge of self,

no integrity, no respect for the game.

That's right.

You know, there's no reason whatsoever

- for a n*gga to ever tell on anybody.
- Mm-hmm. That's right.

Hey, Divine, what you looking
for Bobby for, anyway?

You know, just checking on the god.

Heard he was home.

Make sure he's taken care of.

- I hear that.
- Peace.

Y... Yo!

Who ate my oatmeal cookies, man?!

- Howie did it.
- n*gga!

♪♪

So, Shay and the kids moved all the way

to New Jeruz, just like that?

- I miss 'em, man. I do. Word up.
- Wow!

You know I went by your mom's crib.

Yeah, she act like she
didn't know where you was at.

Gave me the ole, "Tray
getting his life together,

and he don't need you pulling
him back to the streets".

You know, that's my mom.
You know her style.

She don't tell nobody nothing.

- How you find me anyway?
- Some dude named Carl.

That dude is a duck, man.

If I'm correct, I think
he popping your mom.

Listen, man.

- Is he popping your mom?
- My mom's 65 years old.

If he get my moms pregnant,
all I'm telling you...

Make it look like an accident, okay?

- Are you serious?!
- Make it look like an accident, man!

- Alright, alright, alright.
- I want a clean job.

Alright, never mind. You know what?

You sensitive. It's okay.

What... What's up with the CO, though?

She's bad, right?

- Feelin' her.
- We feelin' each other.

Okay, alright, alright, okay.

We just talking right now.
We just gonna take it slow.

- That's what you telling me.
- [CELLPHONE CHIMES]

That's her right there.

Alright. She want me
to come over right now.

- I'mma slide to the crib.
- Wow! That's wifey!

- Wait a minute, Bob.
- That's wifey!

Why you always assuming and
creating these narratives, man?

- What?
- That's not...

Ain't nobody saying nothing
about getting married.

You know, I almost got married.

I got proposed to three times in jail.

- What?
- Yeah, yeah.

Some dude even made me a
ring out of Oodles of Noodles.

- Ohh.
- Yeah.

Great gesture. I said no.

I was a 10 in jail.
You know what I'm ta...

I was Beyoncé. I'm special.

- You know what I'm talking about?
- Bobby.

- What?
- Listen to me, man.

We need to get our lives together.

What you mean, "we"?

You got your life together.
You know what you got?

You got a new job, new lady, new place.

- What...
- It might look that way, but trust me,

Bobby, it's not.

Yeah, you right, man.

We got to get our life together.

But can I get another Cronut first?

♪♪

Hey, baby.

Damn! I mean hey.

- Come on in, baby.
- Oh, wow.

What you doing, Jasmine?

Ahh. I finally found that lighter.

Wow!

You are put together lovely!

I'm not sexy?

And sexy, too.

Where's Mikey?

He is at a friend's house tonight.

- Word?
- Word.

- Uh-oh.
- Mm-hmm!

Girl...

Girl...

Girl...

Jas.

Yo, Jas.

You telling me you're not
tired after all of that?

[LAUGHS]

Just got a lot on my mind.

Like me?

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah, like you, like me...

- Mm-hmm.
- Like my life.

Like Bobby.

I'm just trying not to
make the same mistakes

that I made before.

And I'm not trying to
complicate your life

any more than it already is.

What, you? No, I need you.

You're the best thing in
my world as it is, okay?

You're my baby. [SMOOCHES]

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I need you, too.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Mm.

- I'm so happy.
- I'm gonna need to see.

Mm, see what?

What's under these sheets!

Uh-oh! Release the kraken!

Oh, here we go!

♪♪

Yo, Tray.

Who that?

It's Mike.

- Jasmine's ex.
- What you want?

I don't want nothing. I'm the police.

You know, I keep an eye on everything.

Make sure everybody's safe,
especially my family.

You know what I mean?

- I'm out of here, man.
- Hold on a second, brother.

Do me a favor, Tray.

Stay the f*ck away from Jasmine.

You understand?

The f*ck you just say to me?

You heard what the f*ck I said.

I said stay the f*ck
away from Jasmine...

Tray Leviticus Barker.

Inmate number 55170-054.

Now, I know you're
not an inmate no more.

Oh, that's right!

You're a janitor. Wow!

You done fell off, n*gga.

[LAUGHS]

Stay out my personal life, m*therf*cker.

You ain't got no personal life, n*gga.

You the property of the state.

And you always gonna be
the property of the state.

You understand?

I'd be mad, too, man, if I was a cop

and my ex-wife fell for a convict.

Let me tell you something, n*gga.

See, Jasmine is my woman.

And she's always gonna be my woman.

So fall back, man.

Hear me?

Or else I'm gonna be your
worst m*therf*cking nightmare.

See, you don't want a n*gga
like me in your life, Tray.

You don't want a n*gga
like me applying pressure.

I want you to remember this, boy.

I'm the police.

And we the king of the streets.

And I can make you disappear.

And nobody would ever
find your black a*s.

So let that be a warning, m*therf*cker.

Hey, you have a good night...

you little b*tch.

[SPITS]

I got my eye on you, boy.

[VEHICLE DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[VEHICLE DEPARTING]

♪♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ To all the K*llers and
the hundred-dollar billers ♪

MAN: Keep your eyes open.

♪ For real n*gg*s who
ain't got no feelings ♪

- ♪ Feelings, feelings ♪
- I got this. I got this.

TRAY: Yo, you put that Kobe poster up?

BOBBY: Of course I did, man.
Mamba Mentality forever, B.

I miss him, man. He's a legend.

[SIGHS]

Yeah, I went by the, um...

I went by the barbershop earlier,

and they was talking about...

Divine was looking for me.

Yeah.

I told you, Bobby...

You need to go see that man.

Well, it's a little more
complicated than that, man.

Dude think I snitched on him, B.

And if I ain't got his money,

ain't... ain't really
much I can talk about.

- So what you gonna do?
- Look, I got it... I got it...

I got it all under control, man.

I hollered at my man Howie at the shop.

He gave me a half a bird just
to get me on my feet, man.

- I got this.
- Oh, what?!

Yo, Bobby, what the f*ck are you doing?!

Oh, come on. Chill, man. Chill.

I ain't got the work in the house, man.

- It don't matter!
- Relax!

It don't matter!

You hot! You know you hot!

And I ain't talking about Divine.

I'm talking about the feds!

What am I supposed to do?

Turn my back on the
streets, leave the hood,

become a f*cking janitor?

Oh, oh, oh, my bad,
my bad, my bad, my bad.

- A handyman.
- I'mma tell you what you not gonna do.

You told me to handle it. I handled it!

I'mma tell you what you not gonna do.

You not gonna sit there
on my m*therf*cking couch

and judge me!

Don't you ever f*cking do that!

You understand me?

I told you to handle
it, but not like this.

I didn't want this sh*t for you!

I didn't, Bobby.

m*therf*cker. Bobby, come here.

Come here. Come here.

Come here!

Come here. I'm stressed out today.

I had a long f*cking day.

Get some rest. We talk
about it in the morning.

Alright, cuzzo.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Kid, I'm tired, yo.

- Whoo!
- Bobby.

What's up, man?

- That's my bed.
- We live together.

- This our bed. This our bed.
- Bobby, that's my bed, Bobby.

- Don't do that.
- Bobby, get out my...

Don't do that right now.

Bobby, get out of my bed!

Why you fussin' at me, man?!

You're always doing this, man!

I just wanna sleep!

♪♪

Taking the pillow, though.

The pillow.

Yeah, I found Bobby.

Remember that Bill Power
Tray Barker from Bed-Stuy?

Yeah, that's who he's staying with.

Indeed.

Peace.

Are you my Uber?

♪♪

♪♪

A'ight, man, come on. We gotta go.

You gonna be late for your
own welcome-home party.

A'ight, I'm coming!

Oh, look what you got.

Oh, I see you, kid!

Ooh, with the supple leather.

F-R-E-S-H.

- Fresh!
- [LAUGHS]

Yo, before we leave, man,

I just want to say I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry for calling you
a janitor yesterday, man.

I was a little frustrated, and...

Don't worry about it.

We good. We family.

We always gonna be good.

You understand me?

Now, can we go to the party
so I can get my groove on?!

- Cuzzo, let's go!
- Let's go.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Mr. Kelly.

What's up, Mr. Kels?

Do I know you?

Oh, I'm Bobby.

Tray's cousin.

Nice to meet you.

What's up?

Oh, oh, my... my bad.
I'll let y'all talk.

I know. I told Paul to stop

flushing baby wipes down the toilet.

You know what? I'm
gonna fix that tomorrow.

It's not the baby wipes, Tray.

- It's you.
- What you mean?

A police officer came by this afternoon

with your criminal record.

I don't know why exactly,
but that's beside the point.

You never disclosed you
were an ex-con, Tray.

Yeah, but you got to understand...

It's hard to find work

once they find out you're a felon.

I do understand, but the thing is,

I can't continue to let
you go into tenants' homes

with your criminal background.

- I just can't, Tray.
- But, Mr. Kelly...

Look, I know.

It sucks.

But I gotta hire another handyman.

And you're gonna have to pay full rent.

But I can't afford that!

- I'm barely making it as it is!
- I'm sorry.

What?! Man, that's some bullshit, man!

- Bobby.
- Yo, this is a good...

- He doing the best that he can, man.
- Bobby. Bobby!

- No, he doing the best that he can!
- Bobby! Bobby!

- This is a good f*cking dude, man!
- Bobby, please.

You oughta crack his f*cking head, man.

Bobby, please, man.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]

I see us as, like, a defunct A-Team.

Like, that's what we
f*cking do out here.

- Who am I on the A-Team?
- We... You are B.A. Baracus

and the other baller because
they're, like, two people.

- So they ate each other.
- Yeah. Like, yeah.

- Can I be Spider-Man? I'm Spider-Man.
- Yeah, that's phat, Jay.

- Hey, Bobby!
- Yeah, Bobby!

BOBBY: [LAUGHS] What up? What up?

- The A-Team...
- Yo, Tray, Bobby.

What up, fam?

Yeah, bruh!

- Hey!
- Yeah!

[ALL TALKING AT ONCE]

What up? What up? What up? What up, man?

- My boy, boy, boy, boy, boy!
- Ah, man!

Ah, man, we missed y'all, man.

Missed y'all, too, B.

Y'all good?

Landlord found out I'm a felon, man.

- Lost my apartment.
- Pssshh! Told you, man.

It's hard out here for us PIPs.

I told you that, brah.

Man, Tray, that's terrible.
How'd he find out?

Don't matter.

Just gotta figure it out, do it fast.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, man.

When I ain't have a place to stay,

I would rob somebody and turn myself in.

You know, I look at it like this...

If I got a place where
I can sh*t, shower,

and shave, I'm shaking.

- You understand that?
- Yeah.

I sh*t in the shower once.

But I ain't shaved.

Wait.

Yes, I did. I did shave.

Yo, pardon me, y'all. Excuse me.

- Oh, handle your business, brah.
- Why you wiping on me?

♪ Back to the slimmies ♪

Yo, what up, Bobby?

Look, cuzzo, I know you not
trying to get your hands dirty,

but you might want to
flip these things with me.

Ain't nothing happening, okay?

There's got to be a better way.

Hey, you done tried
every other way, cuzzo.

Listen, Bobby, I'm not
going back to that world.

You understand me?

I promised my moms,

- and I promised my daughter.
- Look, I get that.

Look, I'm not trying to go
back to this sh*t either, Tray,

but we don't have nothing
else to go forward to.

Why are we talking about this, huh?

We supposed to be here celebrating.

You see all of this out here?

No, can you see the soul food in here?

Alright, alright, alright, alright.

- I'm buggin'.
- Why you got to do all that?

'Cause it's my vibe...

What better way to celebrate

than with some welcome-home booty?

- Go get it, kid.
- Alright? Alright?

Alright. I'm not coming home tonight.

- See you tomorrow. Alright, I know.
- Yeah, you already know.

- I know the routine.
- Hello!

♪ You the queen with the crown ♪

♪ Shut it all down ♪

- I made it!
- Ohh!

- [LAUGHS]
- Ohh!

Yes, you did.

And you better get some of
this food before it's all gone.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

♪ But I like your style ♪

[LAUGHING] What?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Everything okay?

Everything's everything.

Just want to let you
know I appreciate you

being in my life, Jas.

Oh. Well, I'm always gonna be here,

as long as you treat me right.

♪ Let me shut it all down ♪

But you know what?

You need to hit me.

You know I got you.

- You know I got you.
- Mm, right on top.

Ooh, ooh, ooh. Right... Okay, uh-huh.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Now them wings.

- Okay.
- I told you.

They weren't wings before.

[LAUGHS]

♪♪

♪ I'm tryin' to spend my life with you ♪

- Mm, happy I came out.
- Three is the charm.

- Three is the charm.
- Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!

- For real?
- What are you doing?

Yeah, well, I'm just calling
to make sure you got home safe.

[LAUGHS] Yeah, right.

Alright, you want me
to call you tomorrow?

I'll call you tomorrow.
Alright. Bye-bye.

[g*n c*ck]

No!

[SCREAMING]

♪♪

[SCREAMING CONTINUES, PUNCHES LANDING]

The opposite of death is not life.

[g*nsh*t]

It's birth.