BMF (2021) s01e02 Episode Script

1
After tonight,
everybody gonna know
who the 50 Boyz are.
If y'all don't stop, bodies gon' drop.
- Fuck you, nigga.
- Fuck.
Step to the side 'til
you're ready to order.
- Step aside?
- Yeah.
A'ight.
When you see Duka, you tell him
that Lamar Silas is back in town.
He don't need
his mama to protect him.
- He done went and got a gun.
- Pops, it's not like that.
Then what's it like, Demetrius?
I heard you were out.
Man, I came straight to see you and Zo.
I need you to set a
better example for Terry
or leave him alone altogether.
I'm guessing your
pockets is kind of low.
If you want to fill
'em, you run with us.
That nigga's still institutionalized.
Fuck being bosses.
We gon' be kings, Tee.
Kings of the motherfucking D, man.
Everybody in the game knows the risks.
Getting locked up, ganked,
or smoked is a part of it.
But you don't think about
that before you get in.
You just thinking about how
sweet the whole thing look.
When we was growing up,
every kid in our hood
wanted to be like Billy Sims,
Magic Johnson, Isiah Thomas,
and all the other Black stars
on the Michigan sports teams.
But not me and Tee.
We wanted to be like
the Chambers brothers,
who the movie New Jack
City was based on,
and YBI, Young Boys Incorporated,
who all the Detroit D-boys
patterned themselves after.
YBI was the first crew in
the city to only hire kids.
All them dudes had money,
women, clothes, and fly whips.
But more than anything,
they had respect.
Yo, Tee!
Terry! Where you at?
Tee!
Where's Terry Flenory
at? Terry, where you at?
- Terry! Tee!
- Hey!
- He's got a gun!
- What the hell?
Yo, Terry! Tee, where you at?
Drop it right there!
I'm looking for my brother.
Back off, Lopez. I know this man.
He's got a gun, Brian.
I said back off.
I'm in control of the situation.
Secure your weapon.
Now.
Where my brother at, man?
You can see him as soon as
you hand that piece over.
Meech.
Give me the gun.
Yo, Tee.
I'm here, man.
Meechie?
Yo, tell Mom and them I'm so sorry.
Please look after Terry Jr. For me.
You gon' be fine.
- What's going on?
- Page Dr. Hall to OR2.
Order two units O negative.
He's unresponsive. We gotta go now.
- Confirm cross-rate.
- Yo, Tee!
You gon' be straight, man!
Unless you tell me something
your brother didn't,
this looks like an attempted carjacking.
What the fuck, man? Is Tee straight?
They're working on him now.
- Who the fuck shot him?
- I don't know.
But we gotta lock shit down,
and we gotta move that damn stash.
We don't know if this
is an isolated incident
or the start of something different.
Shit, we could use that uh,
backup stash house we got.
Do that. Now, Sockie, pull some muscle
we trust off the streets
to look after my family.
And hire some goons to cover
our boys on the corners.
Nigga, we already stretched pretty thin,
not to mention hired goons
ain't the most reliable.
Nigga, I don't give a fuck.
I want motherfuckers I
can trust on my family
until I can figure shit out.
What you gon' do?
Finna find the motherfucker
who shot my brother.
It's because of you, ain't it?
No, Mama. Somebody tried to rob him.
Don't lie to me!
- Mama, no!
- Don't lie to me!
Lucille, Lucille! Come on.
Let it go. Let it go.
If he dies, it's on you.
I told you to stay away from him.
I told you to stay away from him!
Looking back now,
I can see how naive I was.
But the thing is, you don't
ever play the dope game.
It plays you.
And I just didn't know that yet.
Told that nigga,
stop fucking playing with me, nigga.
Y'all cold over here
because y'all ain't making no money.
Nigga, I ain't cold. I'm hot.
Make sure y'all don't be
ass-betting over there, man.
Hope that wasn't your re-up, lil' nigga.
Step to him, Mo. You know what it is.
Hey, hey, yo, heads up.
It's fucking Fruit Loops, two o'clock.
Man, you strapped?
You already know.
Yo. Jay Mo.
So, man, you serious about that job?
Nope.
We good on 12th Street, my nigga.
We don't hire from Special Olympics.
Hey, old head, you shot me down.
Why the sudden change of heart?
Look, man, my days is past, all right?
I want the king of these streets
to actually come from Ecorse.
A'ight, you know, I
help you to the crown.
You give me a cut.
You's a smooth motherfucker, huh?
Shoot.
I know you not taking
this bum-ass nigga serious.
Look at him.
Let me handle this shit.
Slick, you know this motherfucker?
I heard of this nigga.
- Who ain't?
- Good.
'Cause I'm breaking him off
with you, running pickups.
Do that well, maybe we'll
see about something else.
A'ight, I promise you,
you will not regret it.
12th Street, nigga.
- Come on, nigga.
- A'ight.
Good.
Keep the change.
Shit.
Ooh!
Thanks.
- Yo.
- Yo.
You came through.
Hell yeah, bruh. Hey,
Pop's working late, so
Hey, yo, let's invite some ladies over.
You might even get lucky, you feel me?
Come on, bruh. Let's go, man, let's go.
You the nigga talking at
the party the other night.
What, y'all can't take a joke?
Shit.
You think popping my
brother's fucking funny, nigga?
Laugh now, nigga.
- I ain't shoot nobody, man.
- Do I look like a fucking sucker to you?
Me and Terry had words,
but we ain't never
beef on nothing serious.
I ain't even that type of nigga,
and I'll put that on my mama.
Nigga, you know what the fuck
gon' happen if I find out you lying?
Dawg, I'm being straight
up with you, bruh.
Square bidness.
Oh, fuck.
I ain't shoot nobody, man.
Check that shit.
Bitch-ass nigga.
Where am I, Mama?
You had surgery.
How you feel?
Like I wanna throw up.
Where's where's Meech?
He been gone all night.
They got the bullet out.
But said it might be a while
before you feel normal again.
Do you remember what happened?
Any idea who'd want to do this?
What about your brother?
He got you caught up in
any of his street mess?
- Charles.
- What?
Terry needs to rest, okay?
Well, I need some damn answers.
What about you, Nikki?
You know if Terry's involved with Meech?
No. Not-not that I know of.
Don't lie to me!
I'm not.
- Oh, my God, this is crazy.
- Okay, you know what?
I think we need to go change clothes,
and a bite to eat might
do us all some good, okay?
Yeah, go ahead.
We'll stay with Terry.
Okay.
We love you.
I love you, too, Mama.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Nigga, what's happening?
- Slick, nigga?
- Hey, man.
- Slick?
- Look, man.
That's what they call you now?
- You know what it is.
- What happened to P-M?
New day, new game, you
know what I'm saying?
Had to reinvent myself.
- A'ight.
- Rebrand on these niggas.
How long you been out, man?
Shit, I been out a few days.
Just trying to figure out how
our crew fell apart so fast.
Shit, man.
Look, when you went away, nigga,
I held shit down best I could,
but I ain't have no product.
I had to work for the nigga who did.
Now, what you on, bruh?
I know you ain't out here
trying to pop on no corner right now.
What's your play?
Man, nigga, even if I
did have a war to fight,
I ain't got no army.
Since when that ever stopped you?
This nigga. Come on, man.
- Hey, man.
- Hm?
I did hear that Jay Mo put
the hit on the Flenory kid.
That's the word?
Shit, I don't know them dudes like that.
- Oh, shit.
- But, you know, shit,
I probably would have popped him myself,
'cause you know I hate them
soft-ass light-skinned niggas.
I ain't been soft since
I came out my mama pussy.
A'ight, look, the point is,
nigga, spread the fucking word.
- I got you.
- A'ight?
Make sure niggas is
strapped up and alert.
All right.
If Meech and them didn't
want no funk before,
they sure as hell will
once this comes out, huh?
- Hell, yeah.
- Sho nuff.
My nigga.
In the hood, rumors pass around
faster than the clap.
And dope boys gossip
more than women at their hair salons.
Long before cell phones and texting,
we had the hood network,
and it was like a game of telephone.
I got you, you know what I mean?
Nobody ever knew
if the shit was true or not.
But if we heard it,
we acted like it was.
We had to.
This place cool.
Nah, this place is smart, a'ight?
We got a back entrance
if we ever need to escape.
Got a driveway to get shit in and out.
I guess Terry knows what he's doing.
Me, Meech, and Terry know
what the fuck we doing.
- You check around?
- Yeah. It's clear.
Back room got a
shitty-ass Jacuzzi, though.
So have at it, bath boy.
Did you bring your lavender bubbles too?
Look, I know you from the South and all,
but you gotta have something
mixed in you, some Indian.
Why? 'Cause I'm a Black woman
with straight hair and good skin?
Nah, it ain't even like that.
You different.
You don't talk or act like
the girls usually do in the D.
Damn sure don't look like it.
Yo.
Word on the street is,
Jay Mo the one that
put the hit out on Tee.
Who the fuck told you that shit?
You ain't the only one
that know how to ear hustle.
If that shit's true,
that nigga's dog water.
I thought you said Terry and them
never spend no time here.
Far as I know, they don't. Why?
This is my house!
Get the fuck off me!
Move! Get down!
What the hell?
Shit.
We gotta tell Meech.
Nigga, hell nah. That
nigga gon' have my head.
Yo, that is a whole eighth.
Six fucking thousand
dollars we gotta account for.
Yo, let's sweep it up, re-package it.
Re-package it?
We cannot have roach
legs in the damn work.
Hey, man.
That's some good shit.
Shut the fuck up.
Zo.
Hey.
How you doing?
It's me, Daddy.
Why are you here?
I-I just got out of the hospital,
and I'm all better now.
I wanted I'm here to see you.
I got you this.
Where do you want to go?
Huh?
I'll take you wherever you want.
Anywhere. Belle Isle?
Huh? Boblo? Cedar Point?
I don't think I'm
supposed to go with you.
Come on, Zoe. Look, I'll I'll
I'll go take you to go meet your mother.
How about that? Huh?
I'll let you drive.
Um, I'm sorry.
Zo. Zoe, come back.
Hey, hey. Excuse me, sir.
I just want to talk.
Hey, look, that's my daughter.
She doesn't want to talk to you.
How the fuck do you know
what my daughter wants, huh?
Sir, if you don't leave right now,
I'm calling the police.
A'ight.
You got some uh, some in your hair.
I'm good.
Man, what the fuck is going on?
- I got jumped.
- You know what?
I don't know if you got
bad luck or something,
but we need to get rid of your ass.
Every time some shit happen,
your ass is always in the middle.
Meech, this was on me, dawg, a'ight?
I ain't check the back door.
But we ain't lose too much product
or anything, so we a'ight.
Nigga, this fucking
crib's been compromised.
Okay. Cool.
We'll move the shit
over to my mom's house.
We'll wait there, find a new spot.
Now, what the fuck we gon' do
with this nigga right here, huh?
This my house.
Nigga, get the fuck up, nigga.
Fuck off.
Get your ass up out of here, man.
Hey, you ain't seen any of us, right?
- But can I get some of that
- Get the fuck up out of here, man.
Crazy-ass nigga.
I know you got a lot on your plate.
You know I still got your back.
I caught that nigga
Kwame at the liquor store
and pressed that nigga.
Nigga Tee been beefing with?
Hell yeah. But it wasn't him.
So I gave that little nigga a pass.
You pressed his ass in public?
Nigga, hell yeah.
Fuck, I can't have niggas thinking
they can just run up
and touch us like that.
Right, right.
But what if dawg didn't convince you?
You would have shot him in
front of all them people?
What?
Yo, what the fuck is up with you, man?
Man, you been my man for over ten years.
I know when something
up with you, nigga.
Streets been saying the man
behind all this is Jay Mo.
Oh, yeah?
But you confronting me about
pressing Kwame in public
in case in gotta pop him.
You know, Jay Mo do make more sense,
if you think about it.
Yo, Tee did pull a fucking
gun on them niggas, man.
Yeah, well, maybe it's time
for you to find a better way
to communicate with this nigga.
Just move the fucking stash, man.
I got to do every fucking thing.
Tee.
Yo, Tee.
Man, what the hell
are you doing in here?
I came to see about my brother, man.
How you doing? You straight?
Hell, nah.
They got me doped up on all
this damn pain medication.
Shit, at least you still here.
One eye and all.
Can't even get no ass with one eye, man.
How you gon' see ladies with one eye?
Fuck you, yo.
Nah.
You look good.
Look.
They say Jay Mo the one that popped you.
Jay Mo?
Man, that fool shakes
at the sound of his own footsteps.
I doubt that.
Well, it ain't Kwame.
I pulled up on that fool.
He damn near shit his pants.
But-but what if it's that nigga Lamar?
I mean, we did take his corners.
Everybody took his corners.
Yeah, but you took his baby moms, Meech.
Man, Zoe not even his. A'ight?
And if nigga has static
with me over Monique,
why he ain't come after me then?
The hell if I know.
Look, you
You need to leave all this shit alone
and just focus on the business, Meech,
so we don't fall behind.
Taking care of the motherfucker
who popped my brother,
that is my bidness.
Meech.
- Nah, bro. Look.
- Meech.
Worry about getting yourself better.
A'ight? I got this.
You too heavy-handed with this shit.
Treat this like a lady.
Like you got some damn class.
Nigga, I know what the fuck I'm doing.
I don't know if you do, 'Mar.
Shit.
- Hey, motherfucker.
- That's Mo.
Are you out your rabid-ass mind?
First you show up to
my house unannounced,
and then you just pop up
at my daughter's school?
Why was Zoe so shook to see me?
Huh?
What the fuck you been telling her?
Zoe didn't know you were out.
So why the fuck would you
just pop up at her school?
I'm her goddamn daddy!
I don't need to make no
motherfucking announcement.
You are not Zoe's father.
I let her call you that
when we were together, nigga,
but y'all ain't blood.
Look, Zoe thought you were
sick for the past two years,
so she prayed for you every night.
So for you to just show
up to her fucking school
with some cheap-ass stuffed animal
Zoe's got a right for her family
to be together, you understand?
Lamar, you don't think that
we're gonna be together, right?
I'm trying to do what's
best for our family!
Then stay your crazy ass the
fuck away from me and Zoe.
Or what? Hmm?
You can't keep ignoring me.
And you sure as hell can't keep parading
that squirmy-ass little
nigga in front of our kid.
All right, all right. Look, look.
You hear me? Huh?
- All right, Mar, hey.
- Huh?
Mo, get on. You said your piece.
Talk some sense into your friend, P-M,
with his dumb ass.
- Come on, man.
- You stupid motherfucker.
- I got neighbors, my nigga.
- Man, shut the fuck up.
- A'ight.
- Shut the fuck up.
A'ight, come on. Want to smoke?
We was young and hungry.
I didn't want us falling
into the typical D-Boy trap.
You know, where I beef out
with Jay Mo or somebody and shoot him.
Then he comes back and kills me.
Then Tee merc his ass,
and Jay Mo's kids go after him.
I was looking for a way to sort shit out
that wouldn't result in body pileups.
I got you.
That shit shouldn't take you all night.
What up doe?
You in the wrong hood to be
whipping up like that, nigga.
Come on, man. With
all that bullshit, man?
Chill. Hey, look.
I'm trying to make your life better.
What you think, I'm one
of your skeezes, nigga?
Nah.
But I seen the way your
motherfucker eye twinkle
when I made that offer to Jay Mo.
Nigga, you ain't see shit.
You better get your eyes checked.
Come on, Filmel.
Now, you been a businessman
who been all about his paper.
But look, though, when
you in these streets,
nigga, you either winning or you not.
Now, right now, I'm trying
to give you the opportunity
to come make more money than
you ever fucking imagined.
All you gotta do is help me
get rid of the motherfucker
holding us both back so
you can become top dog.
Man, sell that shit to
somebody else, Meech.
I ain't buying.
Hey, look, offer ain't
gonna stand forever.
Yeah, a'ight.
And you won't be standing
Yo, get the fuck out of here, Meech!
Take that shit up to 50,
nigga. You know what time it is.
Yeah?
Somebody page the doctor.
Terry, where are you going?
I'm going to see about my brother.
Baby, stop. You can't
leave the hospital.
What are you doing?
Wanda, just watch the baby.
No, come here. You got to go.
Terry!
- Oh, my God, help!
- Help me get him up.
That's high spirit.
How'd it go in there, big dog?
Mm, shit, slip and slide.
You know how that go.
Thanks, baby. See you tomorrow?
Same place, different position.
Mm.
Mm-hmm.
Man, she got ass for days, don't she?
Yeah, she got a whole bunch
of other shit, too, nigga.
You know I could've
hooked you up, right, man?
Yeah, you know, beggars can't be picky.
Plus, it's been two years,
and I don't like to
overstep my boundaries.
You can go on and keep those.
You can kill those, man.
Thanks.
Hey, man, so what you
saying about Meech?
I heard he made a play for Filmel.
See, that was smooth.
That young un trying to take out
the 12th Street Boys from inside-out.
Yeah, but see the thing is, Filmel, man,
he a soldier that pisses blood.
Plus he's loyal as fuck to Jay Mo.
What's that about?
Him and Jay Mo went
to fucking school
together back in the day.
I'm pretty sure Mel told Meech
to get on with that
smooth-talking shit.
You know, smooth talk's for pussies.
Filmel, though,
he sound like a real one.
Yeah.
You know what, my brother?
Speaking of smooth talking
Mm.
You might want to tighten
up your game with Monique,
know what I mean?
See, all that rough shit,
you know, it works for certain broads
and all that.
But, you know, sometimes, you
gotta be a little bit more,
um, a little bit more refined,
you know what I'm saying?
A'ight. P-M Suave.
Lay it on me.
All right, now.
Now, look, man, going
away for that long, man,
you gotta understand, it
makes shit tougher, brother.
Now, if you want to
get back in good graces
with Mo and your daughter,
you gotta show them that
every part of your being
is devoted to them.
How the fuck I do that?
I don't know, nigga.
Make her a slow jams tape or some shit.
You know bitches love music.
The point is, man,
you just gotta convince her
about how you really feel.
Excuse me, ma'am. You
have a pen I can borrow?
What you doing, man?
Thank you. Appreciate it.
Man, what you about
to do, draw a picture?
Smooth talking.
You ready?
I can handle this shit.
Nigga, I know none
of y'all ain't scared.
Yo!
Fuck y'all doing standing around
looking like dicks without balls?
Why Meech ain't pop Jay Mo?
Hey.
I heard he tried to
make a deal with Filmel.
What's up with that?
That ain't something for
y'all to be questioning.
I'm just saying.
If the nigga ain't gon'
ride for his own brother,
- why would he do it for us?
- Right.
Because we paying y'all.
Now get y'all monkey
asses back on the post
before I kick both of y'all asses.
And look. I know how y'all feel.
But what if Jay Mo ain't do it?
Meech kills him and start a war.
How many of y'all willing to stand
on hot blocks for the wrong dude?
Armageddon's already started.
Those 12th Street niggas
are walking around strapped,
on high alert, expecting
us to clap back, man.
Meech don't want us taking
no unnecessary shots.
Now, Kato, you know I
ain't scared of shit.
We ain't neither.
But that don't mean we
want to get in a shootout.
Hey, hey, hey, one thing I
know about this nigga Meech,
he's thinking about shit I
ain't never thought about.
So if he ain't taken Jay Mo ass out,
he for damn sure has a reason.
When is the last time
either of you seen Meech
or Tee not have our backs?
Then continue to play your position,
and we gon' play ours.
All right.
Y'all better figure this shit out.
Hey, get y'all asses up.
Shit, nice teamwork.
All day, but that shit ain't gon' last.
I just did that.
What's going on?
Terry's got an infection.
They're worried it moved into his brain.
If you cared,
you would have been here
instead of out in them streets.
Pops, it's not my fault, all right?
Somebody tried to jack him.
Is that why your drug-dealing
goons been following us around?
What? You didn't think we'd notice?
He's here now, baby.
That's all that matters.
What up doe?
Nicole out here
venturing in 12th Street territory, man.
What the fuck you talking about, man?
She 'posed to be next door.
Yeah, well,
I just seen her come out
the arcade off of Visger.
All right, bet. I'm on my way.
On your way where?
You just got here.
Ma, look, I'm just making
a quick run, a'ight?
I'll be right back. This is important.
What's more important than
your own flesh and blood?
Demetrius, don't do this.
Demetrius.
Hey. Hey, look, we got a problem.
Deal with it. I got a bigger one.
Bruh, deal with it? I'm
talking dissension, dawg.
That shit you did, going
to Filmel, it look weak.
Man, I don't give a fuck how it look.
Nigga, we need to dead Jay Mo ass.
Nigga, you don't even for sure know
if that nigga shot my brother, man.
Nigga, it's the fact that
niggas think that he did.
You gotta respond.
You see, gun-happy niggas like you
is the reason real playas
always getting knocked, nigga.
I ain't doing a motherfucking
thing until I get the truth.
What happened to that
King of Detroit shit, huh?
Show me a king that never dropped a body
on the way to the throne.
Nigga, I know for a fact,
if somebody shot my brother,
I'd been scorched the earth by now.
Oh, yeah?
Well luckily, Tee ain't your brother.
Now do what I fucking said.
Terry is out of surgery and resting,
and we cleaned out the infection,
but we can't say how well
his eye is going to heal right now.
Are-are you saying that my
son might lose his vision?
There's just no way
to determine anything at the moment.
How the hell did that happen?
His vision was fine
before he went back in
for the second surgery.
Somebody messed up?
No procedure is without risk.
But we always strive to give
our patients the best care.
Did you make a mistake?
I'm sorry. I can't answer that.
If my son is seeing
anything other than 20/20
when this is done,
you're looking at a lawsuit.
Mrs. Flenory, we're going
to do everything we can.
You better.
How'd you know I'd be here?
We been in this hospital three times.
And every time, this
is your favorite place,
staring at the newborns,
thanking the Lord and
marveling at his handiwork.
They so innocent when
they come into this world.
Nothing we can do can
keep them that way.
If something happens to Terry's sight
The Lord will provide.
How?
Terry ain't gon' learn
piano, write music,
and sign with Motown.
No.
But he is alive.
And what right do we
have to ask for more?
We have a right to stop losing, Lucille.
Money.
Control of our kids.
Our job is to protect them,
and we ain't been doing that.
When Meech dropped out to sell drugs,
I said put him out.
When we found that damn gun,
I said he got to go.
And now Terry lying up in here
with a gunshot to his head,
maybe going blind, all
because his brother,
who I believe pulled him into this.
But you refuse to make the hard choice.
Terry ain't dealing drugs, Charles.
You need to let Meech go.
Drugs are polluting our
home. They killing us.
And you and I ain't
never even touched a drop.
I got one son who just cheated death.
And we put Demetrius out,
if something happens to him,
how do I live with myself?
What if something happens to Nicole?
Or us?
How you gon' live with yourself then?
You wrote all these?
Yeah, in the hospital.
Well, why you just
now giving them to me?
'Cause I wanted Zo to know
that I was trying to get better.
And I hated myself for
abandoning y'all, you know?
So those letters were what
kept me going in that place.
Look, nigga, if you trying
to make me feel bad for you
Mo, come on.
I don't want your pity, all right?
Look, you're Zoe's mother.
I was out of line,
and I'm saying that I'm sorry.
Well, I do appreciate you acknowledging
how hard it was on
us when you went away.
Yeah. I'm just sorry I
couldn't provide, that's all.
Lamar, it's not about that.
Look, I only went to see Zo
'cause I wanted to tell her that.
And when I saw her run away from me,
it felt like everything
that I fought for
the past two years was for nothing.
Lamar, honestly, what do you want?
What
I want Zoe to know that I'm her father,
and that I'm there for her.
And when the time is right,
I'd like to see her.
Well, I'll talk to Zoe and
see how she feel about it.
Thanks, and
- Look, that
- Hey.
Mo, that is all I ask.
A'ight.
What the fuck, Nicole?
Do you even know where
the hell you were?
- Who cares?
- Who cares?
I told you not to ever go to Ecorse.
And now you doing it with
everything that's going on?
Do you even know Terry got
rushed back into surgery?
- So what?
- The fuck you
talking about, "So what"?
What's wrong with you?
- What the fuck is your problem?
- Let me out! Let me out!
Not until you talk to me.
Let me out!
I hate you!
- Get out the damn car.
- No.
Nicole, get your ass out this
car before I yank you out.
What the hell's going
on with you, Danielle?
Talk to me. Tell me what's going on.
It's always about you in this family
and your damn drug dealing.
What? That's not fair.
You know what's not fair?
Me having to lie to
Mom and Dad all the time
so they don't find out
Terry doing it with you.
Ain't nobody ever ask you to do that.
I don't have a choice, Meech.
You don't even think for one second
how your shit affects me.
I don't ever hear you complaining
when Terry's buying you clothes,
or when I'm giving you money.
I don't care about your damn money.
I'm just sick and tired of
being invisible in this family.
Can't even get Mom and Dad to
remember the stupid field trip.
I'm not gonna be able to go.
It's stupid.
You're not invisible to me, Nicole.
You never have been.
You my baby sister,
and I love you to death.
I just been a little
too focused on myself.
But I want you to know
I'm always here for you,
no matter what.
Here. Take this.
But don't tell Mom and Dad.
Thanks, Meech.
I love you so much.
Love you too.
Let me see something.
Wait. Stop, stop.
You're not supposed to open your eyes.
- Stop.
- Okay.
Where the hell is Meech?
I told you. He left a while ago.
Did you ask him where he was going?
Really?
Terry, someone just tried
to fucking execute you!
And all you can think
about is your brother?
It was a carjacking.
It wasn't no carjacking.
I'm not fucking stupid!
Whoever did this shit
is still running around.
What if they try again
and we're with you, huh?
What if they hit Terry Jr.?
I'm fucking scared, Terry.
And I don't know why you aren't.
Look, I'm scared too.
You're not the only one who's scared.
But if you asking me to leave this game,
Wanda, I can't do that.
Not right now.
Look, I'ma be 100 with you.
I love this shit.
I love the hustle. I love the chase.
I love the money.
And I'm really, really good at it.
Are you listening to yourself right now?
You just got shot in the fucking head.
But Wanda, this is how I provide for us.
I'm not gonna stop doing it.
I'm not.
Look, I'm-I'm not gonna
stop going to school either.
Damn.
If anything, it'll give
our son a better shot
at a life that neither one of us had.
Come on.
We're gon' be good.
I hope you right.
Pray to God you fucking right.
How the fuck did we lose the rec center?
Man, I told you, hired goons
are just that hired goons.
Look, 12th Street bought them off
and moved our niggas off their posts.
So we need to make a next move.
Goddamn,
that's some Inspector
Gadget shit, for real.
Hell yeah. Duke put this shit in,
so we ain't got to be riding dirty.
Can hide guns, drugs,
all kinds of shit in there.
Yo, who the hell is this?
Chill. I got this.
Ruffle his feathers.
Nothing else.
I got you. Good look.
Man, get your bitch ass
out of the car, nigga.
Fuck wrong with you?
Damn, I guess Christmas came early.
Nigga, get your
bitch ass on the ground, man.
Man, you lost your motherfucking mind?
You know what
This ain't the same type of meeting
we had last time, is it?
Yo, what the fuck, Meech?
What, all because I
moved on the rec center?
This ain't got shit
to do with that, nigga.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. This is about Terry?
Nah, man, I ain't got shit to do with
Get your bitch ass up, nigga.
Was it you, motherfucker? Huh?
Was it you?
Man, you done fucked up worse
than when Terry pulled that goddamn
Get your bitch ass up, nigga.
It wasn't me.
I ain't shoot him, man.
I ain't shoot Terry, man. Come on, man.
I ain't shoot your brother, man.
Come on.
Come on, Meech, man.
It wasn't me, man. You know it, man.
Please, man.
Yo, this man out here
crying like a little bitch.
Cut this nigga water off.
I ain't shoot him, man.
Come on, man. Please, Meech.
Don't do me like this, man.
I didn't do it, man.
- What the fuck you do that for?
- I did something you wouldn't.
Nigga, you just fucked
me is what you did.
No, no, no, no. Don't trip, all right?
I'll tell everybody you capped him.
It'll be our little secret.
Oh, yeah? Do it then, nigga.
Do it, nigga.
Look, I made the right call here.
Nigga, as long as I'm running shit,
you don't make no fucking calls.
Clean that goddamn body up.
You know what I was just praying for?
That the Lord would enter your heart
and inspire you to leave
these streets alone.
Mama.
Meech.
I need you to promise me
that you gon' stop doing what you doing.
'Cause if you don't, you
gon' end up in jail or dead,
or somebody's gon' get hurt,
and I don't know if
my heart can take that.
I'm sorry Terry got shot.
I'm sorry that you hurting.
But I promise you one thing.
I will do better protecting this family.
Demetrius, you don't know
how hard I go to bat for you.
And it pains me to say this,
but if you don't stop
dealing these drugs,
you gonna have to get out
of our house, for real.
A mother's love can only go so far.
I'm sorry, Ma.
But I guess I'm out the house then.
And I'm sorry that's your choice.
Mama.
Keep praying for me, okay?
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Technicolor Technicolor, technicolor ♪
Techni-red, techni-red Techni-red ♪
Technicolor, techni-red Techni-red ♪
Techni-red, technicolor ♪
Techni-green, green-green
Green, technicolor ♪
Techni-green Green, blue, green ♪
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Oh, shit, I ain't
know you could dance like that.
Technicolor, technicolor ♪
See you're getting a little comfortable.
- My ma dukes call down for me?
- No.
Her ass must be knocked out, yo.
Appreciate you staying for the work.
Is Meech gon' deal with Jay Mo?
You don't gotta worry about him no more.
You need to worry
about that nigga Meech.
Meech got an unusual philosophy,
but maybe he can make it work.
Yeah?
I guess we ain't got no
choice 'cept ride it out.
Shit. My kind of girl.
You know this ain't
gon' never happen, right?
What you talking about?
Ever since we met, you been
looking at me like you a dog
and I'm a damn steak.
- Hm.
- So you gon' sit there,
act like you not trying
to get in my pants.
What nigga ain't trying to
get into a fly girl's pants?
I'm a female in a crew of all dudes.
The worst thing I can do is
get mixed up with one of y'all.
Lose whatever credibility
and respect that I got.
So no.
We ain't fucking.
Okay?
Okay, well what about clothes
burning against each
other really, really bad?
I gotta bounce.
Okay.
Well, I'll stay here with the stash
'til we find a better spot.
What?
You got some vodka in your fridge?
Yeah.
Then get your ass over
there and get us some.
I'll keep you company.
Okay, like I said, my kind of woman.
Goddamn.
Look at my one-eyed brother.
Man, you about to be a
hood cyclops, for real.
Come on, man.
Don't get all sensitive on me now, bro.
You gon' be fine, man.
What if I'm not, Meech?
I almost died.
Hell, sometimes, when I close my eyes,
I'm actually thinking,
"What if I don't wake up?"
I'm scared, Meech.
Me too, Tee.
I'm scared of burying my brother
over some shit I got him into.
Yo, what happened?
Why are you asking me that?
Last night, you left here
like you was about to
torture some motherfuckers
to find out who shot me,
and now you sitting here
looking like you the nigga who got shot.
I just got behind on
that work, that's all.
Damn, Meech, I told you
to focus on the business.
I ain't have no choice, Tee.
Ain't nobody
popping my fucking brother
and getting away with that shit.
I always got your back.
Remember that.
Womb to the tomb, baby.
Womb to the tomb.
Terry told me something once
that he learned in science class.
If you put a frog in
a pot of cold water,
then slowly heat it up,
the frog won't notice
till it boils to death.
I guess it gets hot so slowly,
he doesn't even realize
what's happening.
Zoe, make sure you pray
for your daddy, baby, okay?
Ah!
The game's like that too.
It's all these warning bells going off,
but you can't even hear 'em
'cause of the money,
the cars, and the fun.
And you can think you
changing the rules of the game,
but really, they changing you.
Don't matter how hard you fight
or how many people praying for you,
sometimes it just ain't enough
and you never get out that pot.