01x03 - Love All, Trust Few

[bunniefuu]

f*ck being bosses.
We gonna be kings, Tee.

Kings of the motherfuckin' D,
man.

[dramatic music plays]

-[g*nsh*t]
- You need to leave

all this sh*t alone.

Just focus
on the business, Meech.

Taking care of the m*therf*cker
who popped my brother,

that is my business.

Ruffle his feathers,
nothing else.

Don't do me like this.
Don't, man.

-[g*nsh*t]
- What the f*ck you do that for?

[Lamar] Zoe, look, come back.
I just want to talk.

What do you want?

I want Zoe to know
that I'm her father.

Terry lying up in here
with a g*nsh*t to his head

all because his brother
pulled him into this.

You need to let Meech go.

[groans]

You got to do whatever it is

that you got to do
to protect your sh*t,

'cause the vultures
and the wolves

are comin', n*gga.

[electronic music plays]

♪ ♪

[sizzling]

♪ ♪

Hey, are you making me
and Nicole a burger?

Ain't nothing wrong
with your hands.

Hold on.

♪ ♪

Oh, hell, no.

Man, how you gonna
make yourself

a triple-meatloaf sandwich

and leave us enough
for a meatball?

Should have got up earlier.

I'm sick of your selfish ass.

You cuttin' that sh*t in half.
Man, move.

- What you doing, man?
- What's wrong with you, man?

- Ah, sh*t!
- You done f*cked up now.

I'm about to kick your ass.

♪ ♪

[loud crashing]

Ooh, y'all gon' get it!

We gotta do something.

Why? Man, they still
gon' b*at our ass.

Not if we Krazy Glue
everything back together.

[Older Meech]
Trust--it's the foundation

of all relationships.

All right, bro.

[Older Meech] You gotta trust
a person you're with

as much as you do yourself.

[Lucille] Which one of you
broke my damn china?

[Older Meech] Me and Tee
always trusted each other,

no matter what.

Moms ain't no dummy,

and just like I predicted,
she whupped our asses.

Told you to keep
your hands off the china!

[Older Meech]
But we stuck it out together.

And even the times
we did lose,

having him beside me
always cushioned the blow.

[R&B music playing on radio]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

f*ck.

[music stops]

[engine rumbling]

[engine stops]

What the f*ck is going on?

Something wrong
with your phone?

Oh, look, Pat.
I know we behind.

I'm disappointed in you, Meech.

[Meech] Come on, man.

You know I've been dealing
with Tee's sh**ting.

Rock, tell Wonder Boy here
what I call personal problems.

Excuses.

[Pat] And just like assholes,
everybody's got one.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[Pat] You paying
a-fuckin-ttention?

Yo, Pat, me and Tee ain't
never stiff you before, man.

Yeah, you ain't never been
behind like this either.

Listen, this your alarm clock.

If I don't get my loot
in six days,

this m*therf*cker gon' ring.

Six days?

And I'm taxin' your ass
ten points for being late.

Now get the f*ck out my car.

[car door closes]

You know he ain't never
gonna climb out of this.

That's the point.

I keep my foot on their neck,
they stay where they are.

Under me.

[tense music plays]

[Charlie] ♪ I got everything
On the line ♪

♪ I'm out here
I'm on the grind ♪

♪ Trying to get mine ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ A n*gga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

[50 Cent]
♪ The D's ain't that good ♪

♪ These n*gg*s is ratting ♪

♪ They tell them
What's going on ♪

♪ That's how they know
What's happening ♪

♪ I'm riding
With the top down ♪

♪ Trunk full of yola ♪

♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪

♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪

♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪

♪ Though I f*ck
With the weirdos ♪

♪ They snort away the pain ♪

♪ Bang their dope
In their vein ♪

♪ Shorty crying
Christmas ain't coming ♪

♪ Her pop's locked up ♪

♪ When it hurts the worst ♪

♪ Your ace find out
She knocked up ♪

♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪

♪ When the Feds
Come knocking ♪

♪ It's all f*cked up
So wish me luck ♪

[Charlie] ♪ At least
You could wish me luck ♪

♪ A n*gga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Wish me luck ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪

♪ Wish me luck ♪

♪ All you got to do
Is wish me luck, yeah ♪

[hip-hop music plays]

[Lucille] Thank you so much
for taking time

out of your busy schedule
to come and pray with us.

[man] A family that prays
together stays together, sister.

It's always my pleasure.

Shall we pray?

Boy, you can't pray
with that boy in your hand

in your condition.

Nah, Mama, I'm fine.

I told y'all I'm ready for
things to get back to normal.

Fine or not, you still gotta
stay in the house

for the next few days,
doctor's orders.

Yes, sir.

Matthew 18:20 says,

"God is present
whenever two or more

are gathered in His name."

[Lucille] Yes, Father. Yes.

-Yes.
- Bow your heads.

[Lucille] Mm.

[pastor] Dear Heavenly Father,
we love You.

We come to You asking
that you bless this oil.

Cleanse it of all
of its impurities, Father.

-[Lucille] Mm.
-[pastor] O Father God,

we ask that You bless
Brother Terry...

[Lucille] Yes.

[pastor]
...so he can see clearly

that You would have him do
the work for Your glory.

[Lucille] Yes, Lord.

[pastor] And this we pray
in the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

- Mm-hmm.
-[pastor] Amen.

[Lucille] Amen, amen, amen.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Pastor.

I fixed that railing
at the church.

I'm willing to walk you out
any time.

Brother, God
has smiled on y'all.

Brother Terry, he survived,
spirit is right,

and he's doing a lot better.

Well, his eye got a little worse
after the second surgery.

- What did the doctor say?
- He flopped like a wet suit.

They're doing
the best they can.

[pastor] Hmm.
Mistakes, that's human.

But it'd be a sin
if your son lost his sight

due to negligence.

My niece Karen, she just
graduated from U of M Law.

And she'd be happy
to take a look at your case

on a contingency basis,
meaning--

I know what contingency means,
Pastor.

[pastor] Brother Meech!

- Pastor Swift!
-[Swift] Praise the Lord.

[Meech] Praise the Lord.
How you doing?

What you doing here?

[baby fussing]

Came to check on Terry.

Okay, but let me see
them keys first.

See, now you can knock

like everybody else
that don't live here.

-[door opens, closes]
- Mmm. Is it me,

or is the Lord in the kitchen
cooking up some of that bacon?

Smell like the Upper Room
up in here, sister.

[laughs] Come on, Pastor.

Let me make you a plate,
all right.

Thank you, sister.

And thank God
for this breakfast

we about to partake in.

[hip-hop music plays]

[singer] ♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Makin' a livin'
Off little giving ♪

♪ Talented, charismatic,
And also a little driven... ♪

Yo, yo. Why you lettin'
the f*ckin' smoke out, man?

Close the door.

What the f*ck is on your mind?

Maybe we should start
splitting profits 50/50.

I shed my own blood
for this sh*t.

n*gga, we got bigger fish
to fry, a'ight?

Pat just gave us six days
to pay him back,

and he taxing us ten percent.

Six days?

How the f*ck we gonna do that

when we only pulling 30
off the rec center?

Guess we gotta hustle
around the clock.

But, yo, there was this article
that dropped at the Free Press

about all that drug use
at these plants.

Now, them factory n*gg*s,

they ain't scraping
for dubs, dimes, and nicks.

They want that high-quality
A1 sh*t that we got.

[Meech] So you on
that factory sh*t again?

Ain't the worst idea
I've heard.

I'ma put B-Mickie on it.

Speakin' of that n*gga,
what up with him?

He ain't even come holla
at me at the 'spital.

He's straight...

just like yo' ass need to be.

Now you need to go home
and get some rest, man,

so you can ease back
into this sh*t, a'ight?

I'm gonna catch you later.
I'm out.

All right, then.

[hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

Jay-Mo missing.

♪ ♪

Filmel got b*at
to a inch of his life.

♪ ♪

We at w*r.

The 50 Boyz got somethin'
to do with this.

I say we go head-up
at Meech and Terry.

Nah, them piss-colored-ass
n*gg*s, man,

they already dead.

I don't want to just hang 'em
by their rat tails, man.

I wanna take 'em
for everything they got

once they pockets is full.

sh*t, I'm always down
to make some more paper.

'Cause first, you gotta cr*pple
their business,

then you take over.

As they're struggling
for breath, n*gga,

you snap their f*ckin' necks.

How the hell
we gonna do all that?

Ah, don't be questioning sh*t,
young blood.

Lamar been running
these streets

since y'all lil' n*gg*s
was in your daddy's nut sack

trying to find a way
to the promised land.

You feel me?

So I guess you want us
to fall back

while old school
work his magic?

Damn right.

Maybe for the sake
of being in step.

But we only doing this
till Filmel get back.

[singer] ♪ That's why every day
I'm getting hella paid ♪

♪ So every day I elevate ♪

♪ ♪

♪ So every day I elevate ♪

♪ ♪

I'm waiting for the w*r, man.

♪ So every day I elevate ♪

♪ ♪

I guess you chief rocka now,
huh?

♪ ♪

[singer]
♪ So every day I elevate ♪

-[door opens]
-[baby fussing]

You put them drops
in your eyes, boy?

Yes, sir.

[Charles] What now?

We out of time with the bank.

Look, I'm doing the best I can.

This is not a problem
that can be fixed

by adding a extra shift
here or there, babe.

[doorbell ringing]

[Charles] Who's that?

[Bryant] Okay, Terry,
now that you've had

a chance to recuperate,

can you remember anything that
happened on the day you got
sh*t?

No, not really.

Still kind of a blank.

What about the person
who sh*t you,

like what they were wearing
or maybe something they said?

You were seen arriving
at the hospital

in a black Mercedes-Benz
with the windows shattered.

Whose car is that?

Teens don't usually get sh*t
in luxury cars at close range

unless they're
in the drug game.

I asked you a question, boy.

It's mine.

My Uncle Troy got it for me
as a baby shower gift.

Does Uncle Troy
have a last name?

My son is a stellar student
and a young father

who is the victim
of a violent crime.

Why are you talking to him
like he's a suspect?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Flenory.

We are all
on the same team here.

It's just that the fact-finding
process can get a little sticky.

I understand that,
but as far as I'm concerned,

this interview is over.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You wanna tell me
what that was back there?

Mama bear protecting her cub.

I'm talking about you.

Me? What? Okay, here's an idea.

Why don't you say
what's on your mind

instead of acting like this
your first day out the academy?

You barely pressed that kid
about who sh*t him

when the whole thing
looks retaliatory.

And that bullshit the girlfriend
tried to sell us about the Benz?

Come on.

The boy was scared.

He's not gonna talk
if he doesn't feel comfortable.

That's interrogation 101.

What is it about
the Flenory boys

that has you acting
like some kind of priest?

Look, m*therf*cker,
I was working patrol

while you were still figuring
out how to aim for the toilet.

Insult my integrity again,

I'ma b*at you
like you stole somethin'.

Now get in the f*ckin' car.

[hip-hop music plays]

[singer]
♪ Clockin' this money ♪

♪ You know, what, uh-huh ♪

♪ You-you want it? I got it ♪

♪ Then come get it ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey
You want it? I got it ♪

♪ Then come get it ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ You want it? I got it ♪

♪ Then come get it ♪

[Kato]
It's slow as sh*t out here.

[B-Mickie] Look, getting
a new spot to pop

is like hopping
on a new horse, a'ight?

You gotta break 'em in
slow and easy.

You got one rule
for all horses?

What if you get a stallion?

sh*t.
The wilder, the better, right?

[both chuckle]

Yo, you goin' to Terry's
surprise party?

Mm, I don't know.
I don't really do bowling.

Oh, come on.

I was looking forward to seeing
you in that bowling shirt.

Bet you got your own shoes
and balls and all that sh*t.

Nah, but I can knock down
all them pins, though.

[security guard] Hey.

Y'all have been here
for over an hour.

And I already told you,
no loitering.

Yo, this is
a public street corner.

Listen,
you might not dress the part,

but there's only one reason

a girl like you stands
on a block like this,

so you and your pimp
need to get moving.

Yo, did you just call her a ho?

If the corner fits.

n*gga, I will f*ck you up.
Keep playing with me.

Yo, B. Come on. We don't need--

If y'all are still here when I
get back, I'm calling the
police.

♪ ♪

[singer]
♪ I said hold my paper ♪

♪ Got all my--waiter ♪

♪ You want it? I got it
Then come get it ♪

[soft R&B music plays]

♪ ♪

Take these, and...

Why don't you just build
on your own property?

Because you got
the best corners.

Look, how about this?
Um, we'll do a deal.

I'll even throw a railroad
in the pot.

Hmm?

Mm, no.

-[Lamar] No?
- Give-give me my house.

-[Lamar] No, no.
- Give me.

No, no.
You can't--you can't have it.

Come on, Zoe.

It's time for you to do
your homework.

Are you gonna come to
the tennis practice tomorrow?

Stop stalling
and give him a hug.

♪ ♪

Mm...

♪ ♪

Bye, Dad.

You hear what
she just called me?

[pager beeping]

You need to take that call?

I didn't even know Zoe
was into tennis like that.

[Monique] Yeah, she took it up
a few months ago.

Her guidance counselor said
that he thought

it was a good idea
to keep her mind right.

Well, she any good?

Lamar, what are you doing?

I'm just trying to get to know
my daughter better.

I mean, it was cool
you came to see Zoe,

but if you gonna be
coming around on the regular,

I'ma need to know
you gon' be here.

That's not gonna be a problem.

[Monique] I mean, 'cause what
if you get sent away again?

You don't need
to break her heart twice.

Monique...

...I promise you,

I ain't gonna let anybody
hurt you or Zoe.

And I ain't going nowhere.

My place
is right here with y'all.

♪ ♪

[Meech] Y'all ain't sold
a single bag yet?

Man, the robo-cop's
been rolling all day.

Did y'all at least try to find
a store to post up in?

[B-Mickie] Do you see
any stores around here?

Why am I just now hearing about
this, given how pressed we are?

[B-Mickie] I'm not finna alert
you every time the wind changes,
a'ight?

I'ma handle sh*t.

Obviously, you not, n*gga,
blowing a whole f*ckin' day.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

[factory horn blares]

♪ ♪

[mellow hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

Hey, my man.
You ain't going to the factory?

I'm not paying $500
for a permit

to get on that damn lot.

What'd you say your name
was again?

David, but everybody
call me Fonzo.

♪ ♪

-[phone ringing]
-[indistinct chatter]

James Williams' mom hasn't seen
or heard from him in days.

Who the hell is that?

Street name is Jay-Mo.

Leader of 12th Street,
and you don't know him?

Boy, that's weird,

considering you've been running
this roost since, uh...

you said something like...

"Since I was learning to hold
my d*ck and take a piss."

I don't know this kid.

Yeah, well, Jay-Mo

just happens to be
the Flenorys' biggest rival.

You two, in the w*r room, now.

I reviewed the Flenory file.

You make this
about your own personal fiefdom,

hoarding intel and witnesses.

Oh, it's not your fault.

It's the walls,
it's the institution,

how you were trained.

All that ends right now.

Detectives Bryant, Lopez,

this is Commander
Marceline Beckwith,

Michigan State Police.

She's your new division head.

Every one of our drug cases,

including the Flenory file,

it goes through her now.

[Marceline]
Good evening, Detectives.

What Captain Ward means

is that the State Police has
initiated the Downriver Area
Narcotics Operation,

which we're calling DRANO.

Ecorse PD will be joining me
and officers from local
jurisdictions

to ID and dismantle
drug organizations in the area.

But we're making progress
on our own.

Don't wanna to get a mixed
metaphor, but we're still in the
weeds.

This will give us a bird's-eye
view, help us connect the dots.

For the next 18 months,
you will have more resources,

more reach, and more respect
than you ever dreamed of.

And you'll still be taking out
bad guys from your old cases.

What is not to love?

Not a g*dd*mn thing.

Welcome to the team, gentlemen.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Older Meech]
I'm a history buff,

so let me put y'all up
on game.

After the '67 riots,

white folks fled the city
for the 'burbs,

making the D "Chocolate City."

In 1973, Detroiters elected
their first Black mayor,

Coleman Young.

I issue open warnings now

to all dope pushers,

to all rip-off artists.

It's time to leave Detroit,

hit 8 Mile Road.

And I don't give a damn
if they're Black or white,

if they wear Superfly suits

or blue uniforms
with silver badges.

Hit the road.

[Older Meech] So in the '80s,

when the State Boys
joined the drug fight,

Mayor Young wouldn't let them
patrol inside city limits.

So the state
did the next best thing

they united law enforcement
agencies all around the city.

Remember, Detroit

was the m*rder capital
of the world in '85 and '86,

right when me and Tee
jumped in the game.

Even though we from the D,

we started off making our money
in River Rouge, Ecorse,

and all the other
Downriver communities.

That put us directly
in the crosshairs of DRANO.

[upbeat music plays]

♪ ♪

Hey, this sh*t
is a roach coach for real.

Hey, watch your mouth.

Tell me what
the hell y'all want,

'cause I know that damn permit
ain't come for free.

[Meech] Say yes
to us using your truck...

...and you gonna get
this same stack every week.

♪ ♪

What y'all selling?

Rocks.

-[Fonzo] Ain't interested.
- sh*t.

Guess you won't be needing
this permit then.

Hey, what'd you say your name
was again?

Friends call me Fonzo.
You can call me David.

All right, Fonzo.

Why the f*ck are you cooking
out of this roach coach?

Call my truck that again.

-[Meech] Chill out.
- No, no, no. Go ahead.

Look, we ain't trying
to disrespect you

or your livelihood, a'ight?

We're really just
trying to help you.

By selling dr*gs outta my truck?

[Terry] Obviously, you like
to cook, right?

But you just don't got
the resources to do it.

[Meech] Look, my brother and I
used to cut out pictures

of everything we wanted.

Cars, shoes, chains, anything,

and then we used to talk
and dream about those things

until they actually became
our reality.

So I'm asking you, Fonz,

what you want
your reality to be?

♪ ♪

I mean, I do want
my own restaurant.

Yo, you gonna be making
so much money,

you can open
your own sh*t downtown

instead of working out of a--

out of a tightly
confined space like this.

Damn.

All right.
But on one condition.

[Terry] What's up?

You gonna have to apologize
for insulting my truck.

♪ ♪

f*ck you, n*gga.

That's close enough.

[siren wailing]

[monitor beeping]

[indistinct chatter]

Peek-a-boo.

[muffled screaming] Help! Help!

Nurse!

Help!

Nurse!

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

♪ ♪

Crew do miss you, man.

I can't say I feel the same.

But it does pose
one question, though.

♪ ♪

What are you gonna do
when you get out of here?

Please, leave me
the f*ck alone.

[Lamar] A'ight.

You know, America
is a beautiful country.

It'll be a shame if you didn't
get to see all of it.

♪ ♪

What you say, Filmel?

[Filmel groaning]

When the doctors let you go,

how about...

you get in that
janky-ass car of yours

and you take a road trip

for the rest
of your f*ckin' life, huh?

-[groans]
- Huh?

You gonna take
that trip, right?

n*gga, I said you gonna take
that trip, right?

-[screaming]
- Hmm?

[groaning]

Yeah, that's what I thought.
Good boy.

♪ ♪

Friends do a lot of things.

But a sponge bath
ain't one of 'em.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[siren wails in distance]

[indistinct chatter,
door closes]

[emcee] Come on, gentlemen.

Let's show our ladies
how much you love 'em.

[indistinct chatter]

Guys, who's ready
to give you a lap dance?

[upbeat music plays]

Destiny to the main stage.
Destiny to the main stage.

[Meech] Damn, girl.

Keep doing that sh*t.

I need a favor, though.

Cool, but... I'ma need
some more money.

That ain't nothing. Don't trip.
I got you.

[emcee] Come on, gentlemen.
Reach into those pockets.

Don't be cheap.
These ladies are beautiful.

Show 'em your love.

[dancer]
Well, then I got you, too, boo.

♪ ♪

[emcee] And joining
onstage now...

[Terry] What the f*ck
are we doing here?

-[emcee] ...Poundcake.
-[Terry] Hey.

[emcee] Show her
some love, fellas.

Show her some love.

[laughter]

How the hell you plan
on getting out of this hole

when you blowing all this
damn cheese on this bitch?

Man, you gotta spend money
to make money, Tee.

Damn, you see
them factory dudes in here?

They come in here after work,

like, to blow steam
off their backs, you know,

make more bang for their buck,
cheaper sh*ts,

and longer lap dances, n*gga.

A'ight, I tipped baby girl
to let us know

which factory dudes in here
like to smoke and get high.

[Pat] I guess y'all ain't trying
to get my paper back for real,
huh?

Y'all blowing my sh*t
up in this raggedy-ass titty
spot.

Y'all could have at least went
to TJ's or the Black Orchid with
my sh*t.

Y'all got time to f*ck off?

Cool.
I'm moving y'all delivery date
up a day.

[Meech] Come on, man.
You can't do that sh*t.

I can do whatever the f*ck
I want to.

I'm God. Remember?

It's good to see you
on your feet, Tee.

Maybe you can get
your brother back on track.

I don't know, but y'all got

three days, straight up.

Wasting my motherfuckin' time
in this stinkin'-ass spot.

Go get my scratch.

♪ ♪

Where the f*ck did he
just come from?

Hey, I don't f*ckin' know, man.

n*gga been hawkin' us
for days, man.

[Terry] Let's stop f*ckin'
around with his money

and get him paid.

m*therf*cker,
are you listening?

Yeah. Give me a minute.

[singer]
♪ When I walk in the club ♪

♪ They know my name ♪

♪ This is my city
This is my fame ♪

♪ This is my clout
This is my dope ♪

♪ Got that fam
Knockin' at my door ♪

♪ I'm settin' up shop
Gon' play at the table ♪

♪ You got my money... ♪

Damn, I think
the thick one's into you.

Do I know you?

No, but you should.

Man, I heard you like
to have a good time.

I got some party favors that'll
blow your f*ckin' mind, dawg.

That's for you right there.
That's on the house.

Yeah.

If you diggin' it,
spread the word.

Let everybody know at work.

Tomorrow you can find me
by the food trucks.

All right. Good looking out.

Already know what's up.

♪ ♪

-[car alarm blaring]
-[dog barking]

-[baby fussing]
-[Charles] Hey!

Hey, hey. There he is.

My grandson.

How you doing, Lawanda?
Let me hold the little man.

I'm good. I'm good. Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Get any sleep?

No. [chuckles]

He be keeping me up all night.

That sounds about right.

I used to put Demetrius
and Terry in the car.

Seemed like rollin' around with
them put 'em right to sleep.

You should try it.

I mean, who can't fall asleep
in a Mercedes, right?

[laughs]

Here, let me grab him
back really quick.

Oh, yeah.

Been meaning to ask you
about your uh, your uncle,

the one that bought you
the car.

Oh, yeah. Uncle Troy.

Yeah. He from around here?

No, he lives in Pontiac.

[Charles]
Oh, out by the Silverdome, huh?

Yep.

You know, the only time
I get to see him

is when we go
to a Pistons or a Lions game,

which is why
he bought me the car,

so we could take little TJ
to see him more often.

Hey, what's going on?

[Charles]
Just catching up with Lawanda.

She was telling me
about her uncle,

the one who lives out by the--

Oh, out by the Silverdome.
Troy, right?

Yeah.
I'd love to meet him sometime.

Where you been, boy?

Ain't you supposed to be
sitting around the house all
day?

Uh, Terry Jr. needed
some baby formula.

Yeah, and they were
actually out,

and my head started throbbing.

So I came back to see
if Lawanda could go.

All right, y'all take it easy.

[hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪

Oh, sh*t.

[singer] ♪ Talented
Charismatic ♪

♪ And also a little driven ♪

♪ Been driving with this mic ♪

♪ By my side like
A little pip ♪

♪ And I know I'ma make it ♪

♪ Guess you could
Call it intuition ♪

♪ I'm patching up the holes
In my game ♪

♪ ♪

I told you about smoking
outside this house like that.

[Meech] Well, I got
nowhere else to go.

You kicked me out, remember?

Well, that's the bed you made,
Demetrius.

[Meech] You right, Ma.

Crazy part is,
I just paid a mortgage

on a place
I'm no longer welcome.

Your father and I told you
not to do that.

It was the right thing to do.

No, you did that
to make yourself feel good.

No, I did it because our family
needs a place to live in, Ma.

What's more important?

Doing good with dirty money
or being homeless

and holy out on the street?

You had no right to go
against our word.

No right.

How the hell am I supposed
to tell your father that?

I'll tell him, Ma.
You don't got to do it.

Boy, hush, hush, okay?

And don't you say nothin'
to nobody

until I figure this out.

You hear me?

♪ ♪

-[sighs]
- You are my heart,

and I love you to death,
but one of these days,

you're gonna need to learn
to listen to somebody.

[singer] ♪ Let's go back
To the basics ♪

♪ Let's go back
To the basics ♪

♪ Let's go
Back to the basics ♪

♪ Back to the basics ♪

♪ Back to the... basics ♪

[truck horn blaring]

[Meech] You remember
what it's called, right?

Yeah. Burger Stone.
No, Stone Burger.

That's right.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

[Meech] Let's get it.

[B-Mickey]
You sure about all this?

Get your f*ckin' head
in the game, man.

Everything straight?

Yeah.

Obviously, something going on
between you and Meech.

Just wondering if I need
to be worried.

About what?

I want to run with a crew
that's gonna last,

where I can move up.

So, I mean,
if it's some trouble--

Any trouble Meech and I got,
that's between fam, a'ight?

We fight, curse,
whatever we do,

but, sh*t, at the end of the
day, that's still my n*gga.

[factory horn blaring]

[indistinct chatter]

[Meech] Big Dog!

[chuckles] What's up?

Was that sh*t A1 from day one?

Hell, yeah.
Where can I get some more?

Right here. Step up.

Tell him you want
a "Stone Burger," all right?

- Stone Burger.
- He gonna hook you up.

All right, cool.
Good looking out.

One Fonzo bacon burger special.

Hey, I'm looking for something
called a Stone Burger,

but I don't see it.

[Kato] Yes, sir.
It's on our secret menu.

Okay, cool.
Let me get five of 'em

and five fries
in separate bags.

[Fonzo] Five Stone Burgers
and five fries coming right up.

Thank you.

[Kato] Next.

Yeah. Can I get two of them
Stone Burgers, please?

Comin' right up.

[indistinct chatter]

[funky music plays]

♪ ♪

[person] I still got the same
sh*t I had earlier this morning.

[Older Meech]
Let me explain two things.

The 50 Boyz never went to cars
to sell dr*gs.

And we never, ever,

under any circumstances,
sold to white people.

Don't look at me like that.
You gotta understand.

Detroit was damn near
all Black in the '80s.

You saw a Shay Whitey
in the hood,

you knew it was the po-po.

Or they was gonna attract
the po-po.

And this m*therf*cker up there
lollygagging with them.

No, sir.

What the f*ck is
you doing, man, huh?

What the f*ck you kick me
like that for?

Man, focus up, n*gga.

What the f*ck
is you f*ckin' doing?

Hey, everybody, huddle up.
Come on, man. Let's go.

♪ ♪

Hey, look, we got two days
to sell the rest of this sh*t,

so I need everybody
out here to focus up.

And I got a Rolex for whoever
sell the most in the next 48.

Oh, that's mine.

That's what I'm talking
about, baby.

Yeah, we gonna see.

So let's get to work, n*gg*s.

[Older Meech]
Cracking the whip ain't always

about b*ating on a m*therf*cker.

It's about knowing which buttons
to get people to do

exactly what you need
them to do.

[hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ '80s cr*ck era ♪

♪ CdawgVA
Bubblegoose, black leather ♪

♪ Stack mad chedda
Drop chedda ♪

♪ Gucci watch
With the sweater ♪

♪ My bop better ♪

♪ Wave top, it's the texture ♪

♪ Women wanna feel on me
Feel free ♪

♪ With north b*at
I'm still on key ♪

♪ Me and Clee shine through
The cloud like sun ♪

♪ The fair one ♪

♪ Haters wanna ask how come
Allow none ♪

♪ Move like ninja in dark
Body cloth ♪

♪ Cartel shells
Derail your body parts ♪

♪ Can't stop what's unseen
Young king ♪

♪ For you clowns
I'ma say one thing ♪

♪ M-O-N-E-Y, stay fly ♪

♪ M-O M-O-N-E-Y, stay fly ♪

♪ M-O-N-E-Y, stay fly ♪

♪ Stay fly
Stay-stay-stay fly ♪

♪ Stay fly ♪

♪ Three-way hopper ♪

♪ Deep state dropper ♪

♪ Any sound systems aside
A bass knocker ♪

♪ ¿Qué pasa? ♪

♪ Never played
With a mobster ♪

♪ Straight rocker
Old Bay over lobster ♪

♪ Living like this won't end
No friends ♪

♪ Feel our firsts on ten
Chrome rims ♪

♪ Camouflage
Close to the cut ♪

♪ Stay fly, stay fly
Stay-stay-stay fly ♪

♪ Stay fly ♪

♪ ♪

Yo, the food trucks

and the rec center got us
on target to hit Pat back

and have some leftovers to cop

some of our own sh*t.

I told you can't nobody stop us
when we work together.

You know, speaking of teamwork,

-we can start splittin'--
- Scoot!

Po-po!

Assume the position.
Put your hands on the car.

Keep 'em where I can see 'em.

[Meech] What?

Put your hands on the car,

and keep 'em
where I can see 'em.

n*gga, hurry the f*ck up.

Nobody's seen or heard
from Jay-Mo.

Please, please, tell me
you ain't do nothing stupid.

Man, I smacked him up a bit
and sent him on his way.

A'ight, sh*t, he probably
at Cedar Point

somewhere with his girl.

He been missing since I dropped
him off to you.

Man, I don't know
where that n*gga at.

Clearly somebody is making
a play for 12th Street.

And it sounds like it's more
internal than external,

if you ask me.

[ominous music plays]

New drug task force
being formed.

Watch your back.

What?
That's what we got you for.

[Bryant] I ain't gonna have
much wiggle room.

So, you know, this here,
this your heads-up.

[car door closes,
engine turning over]

♪ ♪

Hey, yo, what the f*ck
happened to Jay-Mo?

♪ ♪

[Meech sighs]

B-Mickie smoked Jay-Mo, bro.

No. No. There's no f*ckin'--

Why the f*ck would he do that?

n*gga, I don't know.

I pulled out trying to see
if he sh*t you.

And I wasn't sure,
so I ain't fire.

Then that n*gga did.

So y'all just been lying
to my face

this whole time, Meech?

Where the f*ck is the body?

B-Mickie put it somewhere
in the river, man.

I don't f*ckin' know.

You weren't even there?

Oh, my God.

Meech, if that body shows up...

Yo, 50/50 ain't even
a discussion no more.

From now on, we equals,

or you could just start
running sh*t with B-Mick.

n*gga, quit being overdramatic.

We on, or I'm out.

[tense music plays]

A'ight, man. f*ck it, man.

Damn.

All right, then.

sh*t, the first sh*t
we need to do is holla

- at B-Mick's ass about--
- Nah.

First thing we got to do
is ante up our loot,

so we can pay Pat back.

Then I'ma ask him
for some supplies

so we can start
cookin' up our own sh*t.

[Terry] f*ckin' dickhead.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

-[bells jingle]
- What's popping, Meech?

Ain't sh*t. Ain't sh*t.
The old man in?

Yeah, he's in the back.
Make sure you knock first.

A'ight.

[Rock] Him and Junior in the
back with a couple honeys.

So ain't no tellin'.

But uh, I'll buzz you in.

[light R&B playing
from jukebox]

♪ ♪

[door buzzes, clicks]

What's crackin', Pat?

Oh, sh*t. Meech.

♪ ♪

My young boy.

Ah!

Yeah, my man, 100 grand,
always coming through.

Always.

n*gga. Hell, yeah.

That's what's up, my n*gga.

What's up? You want to celebrate
with us, man, have a drink?

Oh, no. sh*t, I got to go, um--
go to Terry's party.

I'ma be late,
but I'll catch you this week.

Oh, for real, man?
A'ight, n*gga.

That's what it is,
later, though.

Later. That's cool.
That's cool. That's cool.

I'll see you next time.
That's what's up.

♪ ♪

Hell, yeah. Hell, yeah.

[LL Cool J's "I'm Bad" playing]

♪ Ah ♪

[LL] ♪ No rapper can rap
Quite like I can ♪

♪ I'll take a musclebound man
And put his face in the sand ♪

♪ Not the last mafioso
I'm a MC cop ♪

♪ Make you say go LL
And do the Wop ♪

♪ If you think you
Can out-rhyme me ♪

♪ Yeah, boy, I bet... ♪

-[person] Ooh!
- Whoo!

[Terry] Lucky m*therf*cker, man.

[Sockie]
Let me see y'all do that sh*t.

I'll put 100 on it
you can't do that sh*t again.

[Lawanda laughs]

You know, you look kind of cute
with that patch on.

Yeah?

In, like, a Slick Rick
kind of way.

Cute ain't really something
I associate with him,

but thanks.

Why you gotta hate
on Slick Rick?

Hey, buddy. How you feeling?

Hey, Mr. Ryan.
I'm still recovering, you know?

Just glad to be home.

That's great.

- This is Monica.
-[Terry] Hey.

I brought all your assignments
like you asked.

Oh, wow. I appreciate that.

Thank you.

Y'all bowling, right?

Well, we didn't bring our shoes
and balls for nothing.

[both laugh]

- It's good to see ya.
- All right.

Did you just have your teacher
bring your homework

up here for real?

It's called gamin', Lawanda.

Yeah.
Brown-nosing's more like it.

Yo, give me a sec.

What up doe?

How'd it go with Pat?

Let's talk
about that sh*t later, man.

Nah. Are we going or we not?

Where the f*ck B-Mick at?

Hell if I know.
I ain't that n*gga's keeper.

The hell you just say to me?

Man, chill with that sh*t, Tee.

Hey, go on, Kato.

No, f*ck that sh*t.

I'm tired of all you
m*therf*ckers treating me like a
ho.

And I'm not just talking
about Kato either.

I'm talking about yo ass,

B-Mick, and the m*therf*cker
that sh*t me.

I'm a f*ckin' boss.

From here on out, I'm ruling
with a iron fist, Meech.

I ain't doing
that bullshit no more.

♪ ♪

They're out of paper.

You know they out
of paper, right?

Anybody see you come here?

Come on, puddin'.

You know I can slither my way
in and out when I want to.

Speaking of which,
you been working

with Meech and Terry
for a while.

Lamar, don't f*ck me over.

They're just starting
to trust me.

I don't renege
on good-faith deals.

So you tell me everything
I wanna know,

and I'll make sure
we both get paid.

There's something going on
between Meech and B-Mickie.

When I say I wanna
know everything,

I wanna know everything.

Who's holding.

Where they keep they weight
and they money.

Now, you know a good-faith deal
goes both ways, right?

And I don't grant exit clauses.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

So start spilling.

[record scratching]

[man] Put that sh*t
on the m*therf*cking table,
n*gga.

[overlapping chatter]

[singer] ♪ Let me
Tell you a story ♪

♪ About this boy right here ♪

You in the mix with DJ Kutz.
Welcome home Southwest Tee!

What's up to Big Meech
and the 50 Boyz Crew.

Puttin' this song.
Let's rock out!

[Lawanda]
Come on, we should go.

My mom's with the baby.

I ain't ready to go yet.
But here, here.

Come on!

[hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

Nah, nah, nah, redo.
Double or nothin'.

♪ ♪

♪ Let me tell you a story
about this boy Raheem ♪

Hey, ain't that that n*gga Tiny
from 12th Street?

♪ He would bring me
flowers and chocolate ♪

♪ Tell me I'm the only girl
he wanna be with ♪

Hell, yeah, that's that n*gga.

♪ ♪

♪ Gold BBS' goin' hard ♪

sh*t, I guess we know
who running 12th Street now.

He probably the one
that stomped out Filmel.

And that's probably the n*gga
that popped me, too.

- Nah, f*ck that.
- Ah, chill, Tee.

Look, we gonna see
about this m*therf*cker, man.

All we got to do
is be smart about it.

We gon' get that m*therf*cker.

f*ck that n*gga, man.

- f*ck y'all.
- f*ck you talking about.

♪ ♪

[rap music plays]

[singer] ♪ We sh*t callin' ♪

♪ We straight ballin' ♪

♪ Everybody ain't no solvin' ♪

♪ This for the family ♪

[soft R&B music playing]

What's up, babe?

♪ ♪

I'm sick of you treating me
like sh*t!

Yo, what the f*ck?

You act like I just made you
take the bus home.

You drove in a brand-new Benz.

Man, I don't care
about that sh*t.

- Then what's the problem?
- You didn't even have

the decency
to walk me to the car, Terry.

I'm the one who lied
to the police for yo' ass.

I lied to your parents.

I'll lie to your-
your f*ckin' brother

and do whatever the f*ck else
I gotta do to make sure you win,

'cause when you win,
our family does, too.

But you keep treating me
like I'm f*ckin' disposable, and
I'm not.

I am the mother of your child.

I'm your f*ckin' partner.

So you better respect
that sh*t.

Look, look, look. You right.
You right. You right.

No, get the f*ck off me.

Look, look. I'm sorry.

And I promise, I'm never gonna
take you for granted again.

♪ ♪

Wait, wait, wait.

It's still too early
for me to have sex.

Ain't nothing wrong
with your mouth, though.

When's the last time
you ate my p*ssy, huh?

[Terry]
Yo, come on. You was pregnant.

With your baby, n*gga.

I told you that's
against my religion.

Oh, okay.
But sucking your d*ck ain't.

Such a hypocrite.

You really meant
what you said, though?

Hell, yeah. Every word.

♪ ♪

Hey, babe.

Hey. I went to the bank
to try to make a deal on this
mortgage,

and they told me
it had been paid in full.

You went to Pastor Shifty...

No.

[Charles] ...after I told you
I don't need no outside help

providing for my family.

Now call the church and put
a stop payment on that check.

I can't.
-[Charles] Oh, you can and you
will.

No, really, Charles, I can't.

Well, fine, you give me
the number, and I'll call.

Meech paid the mortgage.

I didn't know he'd done it
until it was too late.

How long have you known?

How long?

We not takin' it.

How we gonna un-pay something
that's already been paid?

[Charles]
I don't care how it happens,

but you gonna do
what I tell you, or else.

Or else what, Charles?
What are you gonna do?

[Terry] Hey, hey, hey. Come on,
guys. Stop fighting like this.

Stay out of this, boy.

Now, you gonna do
what I tell you.

No, you are my husband,
not my daddy.

I don't take orders from you.

Ma, Dad, chill.

You want Meech to be the man
of this house so bad?

Fine.

Give him the key.

You let him come and go
as he pleases.

I'm outta here.

-[Lucille sobs]
- Come on, Pops. Ma--

Ma.

[door slams]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

What's crackin'?

I've been calling
to page you all day.

So you just thought it was
a smart idea

to pop up unannounced?

What you talking about?
We need to rap.

Look, I ain't got time for this.

[Meech] Man, I don't give a damn
if you got company in there.

Look, we need to talk
about this m*therf*cker Lamar
right now.

Bye, Demetrius.

[Meech]
It's for your own protection.

- Here I go, n*gga.
- Hey.

You best push on before
you get your head cracked.

Come step outside, then,
if you so bad, n*gga.

[Lamar] n*gga, you ain't
gotta say nothing

but a f*ckin' word, n*gga, huh?
Oh, okay.

Really, Meech? Zoe's in here,

and you pulling out
a f*ckin' strap?

Hey, yo, get the f*ck away
from my house

before I call the police.

A'ight, f*ck it, then. We done.

n*gga, you been done.
Get to stepping, n*gga.

n*gga, f*ck you,
charcoal-ass n*gga.

f*ck you talking about?

f*ck out of here.
You ain't bad.

[Lamar] Young-ass n*gga.
Shut the f*ck up.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Older Meech] The foundation
of all relationships is trust.

If you don't trust the one you
with, they become a thr*at.

And threats can take you out.

You gotta see people
for who they really are.

And I was just starting
to get a clear picture of
everyone.

[funky hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪