01x05 - Amen, Brother

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Previously on "The Breaks"...

(Nikki) Did we really meet
at the New Music Seminar?

I could hook you up with
an interview with Barry.

All access.

What's your angle in all this?

Is Fouray rap's new king?

Who's taking Chuck's slot?

Tony Humphries.

I might have a better idea.

Saturday nights, DJ DeeVee!

We're gonna be working together.

And the week before last,
your boy Geronimo.

I told ya I was recording that night.

Got a witness.

Prep school.

Not gonna work out.

Call Scooter.

(woman screaming)

David... David!

It wasn't us, Barry.

Someone on the floor fired sh*ts.

Folks d*ed, man.

You know, we did good, the two of us.

They k*lled my boy.

He's gone, Nikki. David's gone.

(breathing heavily)

(panting)

(man on radio) ...initial reports,

Israeli jet fighters bombed
a guerilla base, k*lling...

You okay?

Fine, I just needed to get a workout in.

Cool.

- Oh, you don't have to wash those.
- It's fine.

(pager vibrating)

Lil Ray?

You know, I think I'm gonna
go for a run later on today.

I don't know why I stopped working out.

Anymore thoughts about
going to the shiva?

I went to the funeral.

Why do I need to go to the shiva?

- It's tradition.
- For the family.

You are part of the family.

I don't think I should go.

I'm fine.

I know.

Let's got say goodbye to David.

(man) Four people dead.

Including Nikki's ex.

We never should've put
money into this show.

We did it for the label.

- Barry.
- Thank you, darling.

I just had to up and leave

Mayor Dinkins at Tavern
the moment I got word.

- How is my favorite client?
- Oh, you out here, big-timing,

while I'm trying to figure
out how to stay off the news.

Um... tell me you got a plan.

Well, you don't pay me
to not have a plan, do you?

(chuckling)

So your liability policy should cover

as long as you're not at fault.

And no matter what the press says,

you did not hire the security
and you do not own the building.

- It was like we was silent partners.
- Precisely.

Police report suggests
that someone in the crowd,

unbeknownst to you, fired a g*n,
caused a stampede.

- That had nothing to do with us.
- Precisely.

So just kick back, relax,

and find you something else
to worry about.

I'll handle it.

♪♪

(man) Hazel McKena.

That's my moms.

Does she still live in that apartment
over there on Carlton Avenue?

With your sisters,
Denise and Angela, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, Auntie Gladys,

she still live in
Carroll Gardens, right?

Yeah, how you know all that?

The job is ten grand.

You down?

(sighing)

(helicopter approaching)

I'm down.

That's half.

♪♪

We ain't gonna have to worry
about prep school no more.

(indistinct chatter)

- Oh... let me grab that from you.
- Oh, thank you so much.

Let's take it in here.

You should...

Mr. Aaron, I'm so sorry.

Juggy?

Oh, hey.

How are you doing?

Maybe if I hadn't
had broke up with him...

Stop with the guilt trip.

Thanks. It's, um... But it's no...

Let's go talk to them.

Come on.

Mrs. Aaron.

Nice of you to finally stop by.

I...

Uh, Damita, uh,

let me introduce you to some people.

(sighing)

I would've stopped by sooner,

I just didn't know
if you'd want me here.

Well, you two weren't exactly in
a good place when David d*ed.

I cared about David.

A lot.

I wish he were here every day.

Me too.

I wish none of this had happened.

Me too.

But it did.

So if you'll excuse me,
I have to, um, see my other guests.

♪♪

The police are here to see you.

- What?
- Is that so?

Mr. Fouray.

Detective Purdell, NYPD.

How... how may we help you, Detective?

Following up the investigation
of Friday's concert.

Multiple eyewitnesses says your client,

Rex Boogie, fired the g*n,

inciting the stampede
that left four dead.

Yeah, but he had nothing
to do with that.

You don't have to say that.

Well, if that's what he's
said, then he lied to you.

Either way, we got a problem.

♪♪

(door creaking)

You okay?

I tried calling you.

I know, I just, uh...

It's cool.

Look, I'm here if you
wanna talk, all right?

Mm-hmm.

He was last seen around
: a.m. on Saturday.

Any idea where he
went after questioning?

(Barry) No.

I think he maybe went
to sleep or went home.

Oh, sh*t!

This album was the sh*t!
Special Ed, that's you?!

Detective Purdell,
uh, are you familiar with

Captain Gerber over at the nd?

No, Counselor, I'm from the th.

Hmm, Brooklyn.

And investigating Manhattan incidence.

Are you freelancing?

They put me on the case.

You never know with these rappers.

dr*gs, women, street sh*t.

All in the day's work, right?

Mr. Fouray would not mind answering

any of your questions at a later date.

As of right now, we have
more pressing issues...

Y'all know about his priors?

Now, what does that have to
do with anything, Detective?

Uh, smoking a little weed,
got caught holding.

So what?

The "what" is an old
as*ault and battery charge.

A felony.

Which has absolutely nothing...

Oh, f*ck!

I love this album!

That's you too?!

That...

Are you done, Detective?

- So where is he?
- I don't know.

You don't have to answer that...

- Are you sure about that?
- Positive.

You don't have to answer
anymore questions.

This is borderline
harassment, Detective.

- Are you done?
- So here's the deal.

Either you find him
and bring him to me...

or I'll issue a citywide
manhunt for his ass.

Fouray don't need that
kind of press right now, do it?

You got hours.

♪♪

Good day, Detective.

Counselor.

(sighing)

- (Barry) What you doing here?
- My job.

Nah, go home.

I need to do my job.

And I'm telling you you can go home.

So go ahead, it's all good.

Go chill out.

- Tamika...
- Yeah.

...look, I need you to pull up

any info that you have
on Rex Boogie's people.

All of it, okay?

And, uh, Steven,

I want you to go check
his baby mama house.

- He could be there.
- (Steven) Okay.

And, Ray, you gotta check
over at his grandma's.

Got you.

Is there anything I could do?

Uh...

Yeah, Imani's upstairs with Josie,
right, working on a video thing.

Go check on it.

I thought I wasn't working with Imani X.

It's all good, though.

Is her mom up there too?

Yeah, just stay out of her way.

Okay.

Yeah, is Shanikwa there?

Listen, if I'm gonna
get you out of this, man,

I need to know everything.

No more surprises.

♪ 'Cause they never could envision ♪

♪ A girl like me already hot ♪

♪ Shining just like a mega watt
for the dimwitted ♪

♪ You could either
step up or recharge it... ♪

(Josie) Yeah, that's right.

That's right, Imani.

Keep your chin down.

I've been telling you that
since you were four.

And stop with all this b-boy sh*t.

All right, Imani, give me that fire.

You know, that... that, uh,
that, you know that...

- (growling)
- Yeah, love it.

Girl, you ain't fooling
nobody with that!

Do it like Mama showed you!

(shrieking)

(shrieking)

All right, all right, come on.

Give me that fire again. That's right.

- And, Jessie...
- It's Josie.

Her left side is her best side...

Miss Photographer.

- Let's take five.
- Take five?

You ain't hardly doing nothing

and you ready to take five?

Well, while you're taking five,

take five of these cheesy
little outfits off this rack,

'cause I didn't approve any of this.

Where is Barry?

Barry?!

- Exsqueeze me!
- Uh, uh...

What are you doing here?

I'm not even here, I'm just watching.

Oh no, no, no.

Barry!

What was that all about?

(man) ...get a defensive line next year,

I think we should
be pretty... pretty good...

Oh wait, okay, let's go.

Mr. Aaron, as a member
of the music business,

what do you say to the people
that blame rap music

for the v*olence that took your son?

Get out of my face!

(sighing)

♪♪

Great work on the piece about Fouray.

But we're not running it.

It's my profile, my first feature.

Rap's new king?

With the concert deaths, Rex Boogie?

Fouray's at the center of a sh*t storm

and all the real estate I've got

needs to go toward talking about that.

Wait, wait, wait.

You need me now more than ever.

Crime b*at's talking about Fouray

but I'm the only person
that's talked to Fouray.

I mean, I spent the entire
day with the guy.

The day of the concert,
we were at the show together.

And giving what he said,

this just might be the latest f*ck up.

(sighing)

You've got quotes to back that up?

Several.

You've got one hour to rewrite it.

(sighing)

(woman) I don't know where Rex is.

He called a couple of weeks ago,
middle of the night,

crying about he's finally gonna marry me

and be a better dad.

Well, look, I'm not gonna lie to you.
Rex is in some trouble.

So if you know anything...

If I knew where he was,

I'd ask if he's gonna come
to Trey's birthday party.

♪♪

Excuse me, ma'am?

Ma'am, I'm Terrance Washington.

I work for Fouray Management.

We manage your grandson's records.

If you know where he is, please tell me.
He can be in serious danger.

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Mm-hmm.

Just as I suspected.

Barry, you need to start
thinking down the line.

What you mean?

Just in case insurance doesn't cover
everything and people come to sue.

- Ah, don't say that.
- Well, I don't wanna say it,

but that's what you pay me for,
to say the things that need

to be said even when we don't want to.

You're on shaky financial
ground as it is.

And, uh, Fouray Management
assets, your personal assets,

they will be targets.

- Damn!
- Therefore, we should move things around,

and moving forward,
we have to pay everything in cash.

- Damn, man.
- Everything.

Jewelry bills, cable bills,

champagne bills, employees' salaries.

♪♪

Gotta protect them from
stealing your thoughts!

They could get at ya
if you ain't careful!

Ya gotta protect them from
stealing your thoughts!

Kid here's got something to say.

What do you need?

I'm... I'm here to turn myself in.

Turn yourself in for what?

It... it was me.

I k*lled Geronimo.

Cuff him.

- (handcuffs clicking)
- Come on!

♪ I disconnect 'em soon as
I inject 'em with radiation ♪

♪ Put 'em by the basement
bust his chest open ♪

♪ Bash his face in let it split him ♪

♪ Since he brought his
main man with him ♪

♪ He ask me how I did 'em ♪

♪ I let the rhythm hit 'em ♪

♪ Let it hit 'em ♪

♪ Dance floor's... ♪

(cassette tape rewinding)

♪ Bash his face in let it split him ♪

♪ Since he brought his
main man with him ♪

♪ He ask me how I did 'em ♪

♪ I let the rhythm hit 'em ♪

♪ Let it hit 'em ♪

♪ Dance floor's dangerous
packed in like a briefcase ♪

♪ Rhythm with real rough rhyme
beats with deep bass... ♪

(phone ringing)

Yo.

(man) It's done.

Scooter came through.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

All right.

♪ And you know how I did her ♪

♪ Me and the rhythm hit her ♪

♪ Baby, baby ♪

Yo, is Fouray gonna trip
about us smoking out his crib?

Fouray would trip if this
place didn't smell like weed.

Besides you're his artist now.
He works for you.

I... we all do.

Your label, your creative director...

your manager.

Don't let my mama hear you say that.

Maybe your mom should hear you say it.

Look, you met my mother.

Yeah, I have.

She kind of reminds me of mine.

Means well but she wants me to
be who she wants me to be.

Man, I remember this one
talent show I did,

I only went to sing one song,

and that was the "Redemption Song."

Jah bless!

(laughing)

But she said I had to sing

- "The Greatest Love of All."
- Oh...

She put me in this long sparkly dress...

Yes.

...this long sparkly dress

and she did my hair like Whitney's.

Yo, she worked so hard.

She worked so hard

for us to get all the way there

and there's four girls

- and some dude with this high-ass voice...
- No...

...that sung the same exact song!

I was done.

That was the first thing I've ever won.

- Really?
- And it's because I sung Bob.

Man...

(David on answering machine)
Ladies and gentlemen,

you are now listening to the sounds

of the one, the only

super producer DJ DeeVee!

Yo, peace my man.

Anyway, I'm... I'm just bugging.
Uh, I'm gonna be late

but I'm gonna be there,
so don't go on without me.

(phone beeping)

(David on answering machine) Ladies and
gentlemen, you are now listening...

All right, I'm on my way out.

I'm gonna be gone for awhile.
Don't forget to eat, all right?

- All right.
- Chicken in the fridge.

(clears throat) All right.

(sniffling)

You know what, matter of fact...

...get some takeout, on me.

- Hmm?
- Thanks.

Yeah.

Anything?

No, Rex Boogie's mama said
she ain't seen him in weeks,

which is for sure a damn lie.

How you feeling?

- Uh, okay, I think...
- Let me ask you for something.

I'm about to go visit
the victims' families,

it's Anders' idea,

but I wanna be able to offer help

for the funeral and all the expenses.

That's generous.

I gotta put a face on Fouray Management,

you know what I mean, you know?

So I was thinking like if
you want to come along,

it might help people see that, you know,

we know what they going through,

since... since, you know...

Oh, man... you know what?

My bad, my bad.

You're all good.

Just... your desk is overflowing with...

I'll get my purse.

- Barry, bringing Nikki along...
- I don't need...

- That ain't right.
- I don't need to hear it.

You know what? I know!

I know this office and all of you...

you're my family.

I need to keep the f*cking lights on

and make payroll,

and if it means that...
that a few people

feel better because
Nikki can relate to they pain,

then I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna do it!

- (Nikki) Ready?
- Yeah.

♪♪

(video game beeping)

Hey, yo, throw some extra

fortune cookies up in that motherfu...

- Hey, yo, check it.
- Snatch that n*gga.

Oh, snap!

♪♪

(shouting)

Where do you think you're going, huh?

Come here! Get the f*ck back here!

No!

Huh?

I told you what was gonna
happen, right?!

So get your m*therf*cking ass up.

♪♪

Get your ass up!

What you doing out, huh?

They let me go!

- What the f*ck you mean?
- I forgot I was...

That night... man, I was high.

Speak on.

That night, you know,
I was already in the t*nk

on a warrant, yo.

- Don't say that sh*t when I ask.
- I told you!

He was smoking SS.

I might've said anything, yo.

Hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on, hold on,

hold up, hold up, yo, hold up!

Yo, man, I ain't
tell 'em nothing, man, huh?!

- I didn't say nothing.
- You ain't say sh*t?

Man, I ain't say sh*t.

But, Ahm, yo, they on you, yo.

They was... they was asking about you.

- You, Ahm, you!
- f*ck this sh*t.

Wait!

I want my money today.

All right, all right.

If anybody hear about our deal,

your mama...

your sisters...

...your Aunt Gladys over
in Carroll Gardens,

they all dead.

You understand, n*gga?

I got you, man, I got you!

Chill, y'all. Are we good?

Get the f*ck out of here.

♪♪

♪ I got a home ♪

♪ Over the mountain ♪

(sighing)

♪ And I must get there ♪

♪ On time ♪

Been playing that a lot.

Only song I can sing right about now.

Ronnie was your brother?

More like a son.

Must've been close.

After Mama d*ed, all we
had left was each other.

He was ten, I was .

Good kid.

He wanted to go off to college,

so he joined the army for one of them...

them GI bills.

Went to that concert to celebrate
before he went off to boot camp.

(sighing)

I'm just... really, I'm...

terribly, terribly
sorry for your loss, man.

I just wanna be able to help some way.

I... I could help
with the funeral expenses.

Set up a scholarship or
something in his name.

Something.

All right.

I guess I could use the help.

Oh... oh, here.

This is... this is... it's a formality.

I'm sorry, uh...

Since we're... you know?

Just to sign something, these...

I'll look at it.

Get back to you.

You know...

you're not alone.

Um, Nikki here, my assistant,

she... she lost her boyfriend David

at... at the concert too.

So... yeah, you... you...
you're not alone.

Ain't that right, Nikki?

♪♪

Yup.

You poor thing.

♪ Good to you,
good to you, good to you ♪

♪ I'll be good to you, good to
you, good to you ♪

♪ I'll be good to you,
good to you, good to you ♪

♪ I'll be good to you, good to you ♪

Hey, Junior!

Junior, come down here, boy!

♪ Now I mean good to you ♪

Hey... I know you know what this is.

Yeah.

Well, have you ever
listened to the words?

I mean, really listen?

No, not really.

Hoo-hoo, boy, you about to.

They wrote this for Marvin Gaye

after he, um...

well, after he passed.

Now, if you gonna make music,

I want you to make history.

But you can't make history
if you don't know it, boy.

(man on radio) Ladies and gentlemen,
this is Samson King at . FM,

here to offer some healing
for those feeling

the pain of the last few days.

We at WPPS lost someone near and dear

to our hearts last week.

This next one goes out
to my beloved former assistant

who truly strove to keep it
smooth and sexy.

David Aaron...

I know you're riding that
white stallion to paradise.

Rest in pleasure, baby.

♪ Make it like it was... ♪

Oh, hell no.

Junior, Junior!

(woman on TV) Tragedy struck
the music industry this week,

and this time rap singers

weren't the only ones
caught in the crosshairs.

Jonah Aaron, a grieving father,
lashes out.

Mr. Aaron, as a member
of the music business,

what do you say to the people
that blame rap music

for the v*olence that took your son?

Get out of my face!

Three other families also suffer.

I think I cried out
all the tears already.

Just sit up all night.

One question in my mind:

Did he call for me?

Shouldn't be burying no -year-old

'cause he went out to a club.

I wanna get over this.

I just want him back.

(man) You know, my thing is,
where's the security?

How did somebody get in here
with a g*n in the first place?

Just a guy who bought a ticket,
going to see a good show...

Lil Ray's on line one.

Talk to me.

What? I'll be there.

Yes!

Lil Ray found him.

(sighing)

(phone ringing)

Fouray Management, Tamika speaking.

Hi, it's Damita Alonzo
from "The Village Voice"

calling for Nikki Jones.

Ms. Jones is out of the office.
Can I take a message?

It's okay.

I'll page her.

Thanks.

(pager vibrating)

Mm...

You can use the phone if you want.

Mm-mm-mm, nah, nah, nah,
it's just Damita.

I will call her later,
after another sh*t.

- No, you can't pour for yourself.
- (sighing)

Come on.

Way too many rules.

No wonder our cultures
have so much beef.

(laughing)

- Ooh!
- Mmm!

(coughing)

(laughing)

That sh*t strong, yo.

Yeah, shochu kicks ass.

All part of my plan to
get you liquored up.

Make you talk about your feelings.

You know, I was there,
Nikki, at the concert.

So if you wanna talk about it...

What were you doing there?

sh**ting publicity photos of
Rex and the other rappers.

You know, when things jumped off,

I just... kept sh**ting.

Have you seen any of the photos?

No, not yet.

Maybe I never will.

Why'd you even go with Barry today?

(sighing)

It's Barry.

I don't know. I...

He needed me, so I did it.

What about what you need?

♪♪

You're supposed to be watching
over this type of sh*t.

Okay, I got something.

Need you to not read it until
after the press conference.

- What?
- It's "The Village Voice."

Ah, dope, dope.

No, no, no, no, no, but it's best
you don't read it.

- No really, later.
- What the f*ck?

- Barry, I need your head in the game.
- I can't believe this.

- Look at this.
- You can only handle one thing at a time.

Rex Boogie and family.

Oh...

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

So... so how's this?

This cool?

You look perfect. It's perfect.

Well, not quite perfect.

I think your sleeves are
a little too long,

you could use a tie,
but other than that,

you look like a model citizen.

That's what you're gonna
be now... a model citizen.

No dr*gs, no groupies.

Just your love for your wife,
your love for you son,

every Sunday you wake up
and go to sunrise services.

I don't go to church.

Well, you do now.

Now that you accidentally
discharged a firearm

out of sheer enthusiasm,

knowing that this wasn't
the most prudent move for you,

but now you're willing to accept

full Christian responsibilities
for your indiscretions.

Now, everybody who wants
to stay out prison, say, "Amen."

- (Rex) Amen.
- (woman) Amen.

(Trey) Amen!

See how that works? Can you feel it?

- My head... is pounding.
- Yo, I feel like sh*t.

Thank you so much for this jacket.

- It's a lifesaver.
- Yeah, it looks good on you.

Hey, hold up, wait.

What... what's that?

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Uh, all right.

Uh... listen, uh, I wanna thank
you all for coming out today.

Uh, you know,
we... we... we're interested

in providing y'all, you know,
with information.

It starts the healing process
for the victims' families.

(all shouting)

Mr. Fouray would like to
make a statement first

and will field questions afterwards.

Thank you.

We are interested
in the healing, not rumors.

So I wanna bring forward

my client and his family, Rex Boogie.

I appreciate y'all giving me this time

and I'm sorry about what happened.

Last Friday, at the Whitman Ballroom,

I was...

fooling around with my g*n

and I... I sh*t it in... in the air.

I take full responsibility
for what happened.

It was foolish, it was stupid.

I wish I could take it back.

m*therf*cker!

(Josie) Nik... Nikki, Nikki, Nikki!

(all shouting)

(man) Break it up, break it up! Get her!

(Nikki) Let me go!

Put me down, put me down, I'm fine!

Put me down!

- (all shouting)
- Nikki! Nikki stop!

(man) That's enough already! Stop!

Get the f*ck off of me!

Stay back, stay back.

Tell me why I shouldn't
fire your ass right now?

Don't say your boyfriend's death

because I told you to
take your ass home.

And please...

...don't say it's 'cause you
got me in "The Village Voice."

Have you seen it?

Have you seen it?

Okay, well...

"Stampeded.

"Rap mogul Barry Fouray's
big plans get trampled.

"Gordie Charlon, son of Harlem,

"restaurateur and
Fouray's longtime partner

"was accused of embezzlement.

"According to sources
inside the company...

"Fouray discovered evidence of the theft

"and responded by brutally b*ating

Mr. Charlon in front of his staff."

Yes!

"v*olence continues to shadow Fouray

"with the stampede at his client's

"Rex Boogie's concert last Friday night

which claimed the lives of four fans."

But that's nothing
'cause this is the best part.

"Fouray was poised to take the throne

"as the king of rap.

"But during an outburst
at the New Music Seminar,

"Mr. Charlon accused him
of being nothing more

than a court jester."

That's... terrible.

I thought this Damita was your homey.

I didn't know she was gonna be

a backstabbing little bitch.

Nikki?

Hello, Nikki!

Talk, say something!
What are you thinking?!

They're right.

You lied to cover your ass,

to make Rex look good.

He's just a fool.

And so are you.

Did we really meet
at the New Music Seminar?

No.

You're fired.

- Whoa, no, no, no, hey, no, Barry...
- Get your ass out of here!

- No, no, wait, Nikki, come back, wait!
- Crazy...

- No, Barry, you can't do that to her!
- I just did!

- Her boyfriend d*ed...
- I don't give a sh*t!

I told her to take her ass home!

And then you had her go with you

to a victim's house!

She's a liar! I don't care!

That girl busts her
ass for you every day!

You are her f*cking hero!

Do you not see that?!

Do you know what I see?

I see where my f*cking priorities are!

You know what they are?

Saving this m*therf*cking company!

And saving the one
that I'm starting now!

That's the program!

You're either with it or you're not!

Once upon a time...

you were my hero too.

♪♪

Unbelievable.

Let's go to the shiva, Nikki.

Let's talk about your feelings, Nikki.

You played me all day long.

I understand why you're angry,
which is why I tried to call.

Did you leave a message?

Well, it's not the sort of thing
that you leave in a message.

It's not the sort of thing you do.

Nikki, I am not you.

I'm a journalist, and the
truth is not negotiable.

You ain't sh*t.

You're third string.

Whoa, okay, all right, I'm sorry...

- Take your f*cking hand off of me!
- I'm sorry.

- Get the f*ck off of me!
- Come on!

I'm sorry, y'all.

(man) Damita, you okay?

(Nikki) Now is not a good time.

But it's a good time for
you to come to Damita's job

- and show your ass?
- Uh-uh.

Who you talking to with
all that bass in your voice?

- Nah, you need to check yourself...
- No, I just got fired!

You just got fired? Are you serious?

- David d*ed! What the f*ck?!
- Don't even!

You know what?

f*ck you, Nikki, okay?

You wanna keep
playing pretend, go ahead.

But he's gone.

David's gone and he's not coming back!

♪♪

You don't wanna deal
with that, then fine.

Can I help you?

That... is for Barry Fouray.

♪♪

I'm a little hungry.

(door closing)

Oh, my God.

♪ Oh you... ♪

All due respect,
I just don't understand.

You don't want your hip-hop DJ
to play hip-hop?

Unity needs time to heal.

Stick with this preapproved set list.

Rap ain't going nowhere.
It'll be there when we're ready.

Now if you'll excuse me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I was there.

I know there's a lot of
people out there hurting,

but there's some in here as well.

And this is not how we heal.

Just think about it... please.

Look, I'm sorry about David.
We all miss him.

But no rap tonight.

Get in the studio.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, I hope
you have your tokens,

New York City, 'cause you
are now riding with DJ DeeVee!

Now, tonight we're gonna do
a little tribute

to my main man, my brother,

the one and only David Aaron,

and to all the people we lost.

We miss you.

I hope you love me for this one.

Rest in peace.

(hip-hop music playing)

Son of a bitch!

♪♪

Hey, get me security.

And my bat.

(phones ringing)

No, hold on.

(phones ringing)

Ride.

(man) . Ride.

Thank you for calling.

Never mind.

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

♪ Brothers and sisters hey ♪

♪ Listen if you're missin' y'all ♪

♪ Swingin' while I'm singin' ♪

(siren blaring in the distance)

♪♪

Yo, Damita, let me holler at you.

Yeah, what do you... (grunting)

(banging on door)

We need your help.

(man on loudspeaker) Now
boarding the Grand Motorways bus

- to Washington, DC...
- How you doing?

...with stops in
Philadelphia, Bloomington,

Baltimore, New Carrollton, Maryland

and our final stop:

Washington, DC, Union Station.

All aboard.

- (woman) Hi.
- (man) Hello.

- (man) Hello, how are you doing?
- (man) Good evening, sir.

(Nikki) Next time on "The Breaks"...

When Fouray Records come in
the m*therf*cking house,

we just gonna turn
this sh*t over on its ear.

$ , a family.

We're ready to settle.

Do this a couple more
times, got an album.

You really think it's dope?

Man, this is the greatest
thing that I've ever created.

They are having a job fair
at my office today.

I've got the perfect outfit for you.

What happened?

He freaked out on me
because of the article.

(groaning)