01x01 - Our Father's Keeper

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"Men at some times

"are rulers of their fate.

"The fault lies not
within the stars,

"but within ourselves,
that we are underlings."

Ty Simmons.

♪ Yeah yeah

♪ Yeah girl yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah

♪ Let's go let's go yo

- I'll see you again.

♪ Yo yo yo yo

♪ I'm a walking business n*gga

♪ I should be a LLC

♪ I keep shooters who on point
with me just like I'm CP3 ♪

♪ I was up in Bushwick
with this blicky ♪

♪ Like I'm two two Gs

♪ Tripping off this psilocin

♪ Sometimes it put
my mind at ease ♪

- Yo, it's Vee.

- Yo, Vee?

Welcome home.

- Don't look now, my n*gga.

It's good to be home.

♪ Feeling like I'm Trae
Young with this GL*CK ♪

♪ Because I score a lot

♪ Feeling like I'm Yoda with
this wisdom 'cause I know a lot ♪

♪ Counting up the
extra in the trap ♪

♪ I might go buy some stocks

♪ The AR-556 it go through walls
just like it's Juggernaut ♪

♪ Thinking 'bout my safety

♪ So I bulletproofed the SUV

- What's up?

Ain't nothing changed.
- Oh, sh*t.

- Yes, Sir.
- Welcome home.

- All the main production
happen right here.

All the purification
in the back.

You know it.

What's up, n*gga?

What the f*ck you
on your a*s for?

- Keep that sh*t
down in here, n*gga.

Nice, but that sh*t
don't make sense, Vee.

- What the f*ck that
supposed to mean?

- You got three people cooking.

It only take two to do that.

Why not take one
off, put 'em on runs?

- Yo, Vee, that do
sound a lot better.

- That sound a lot better?

Well, it looks as if ever
since I've been running sh*t,

there's never been a
m*therf*cking problem.

- No, man.

Just happy to be here.

You was running sh*t
while I was gone.

I appreciate that.

- f*ck it.

You ain't no cook no
more, you a runner.

That make you happy?

- I'm just here to help, Vee.

- And you get your
m*therf*cking a*s up.

Smiling and sh*t.

Come on, I'll let you.

- Go back to f*cking work.

He serious.

♪ What we got

- Hey, what's up, Hawk?

- Guy?

Listen, man, you gotta
come through tonight.

- Oh, you got some
women there, brother?

- Man, I got some nice
ladies coming through.

Just got a new DJ, we
playing all the old tunes,

you know what I'm saying?

- Okay, man.

Yo, it's all good,
I'll be there.

- Don't disappoint me, boy.

♪ Pins on the jacket

♪ The are buttoned

♪ The point of the Rolex band

Guy,
go, for the street!

- We're live here on the scene

where some violence has
erupted here at Hawk's,

a popular mainstay
here on Brand Street.

Witnesses say three
men were gunned down,

and there are no known
suspects at the moment.

- Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Please, move.

Please, please, move, move.

- Whoa, whoa, Ma'am.
- Hawk, Hawk!

- I can't let you through here.

Ma'am, I'm sorry.

- Please, move.
- Let her through!

- Please, please!
- She's family.

- What happened?

What happened?

Where were you?

- We got ambushed.

I was inside, I
couldn't stop it.

- Right here.

Hold on, okay?

You hold on.

Hold on, baby, I'm right here.

Hold on.

Kev?

Your father's been shot.

♪ Stank walk

♪ Hear my so

♪ I don't even say we serve

♪ I just tell 'em what I want

♪ 'Cause I got another n*gga
that's gonna do it if he don't ♪

♪ That's too bad I'm too good

- You ready for me, Daddy?

- Hell, yeah.

So what do I get in
the Champagne Room?

- Oh, you wanna know what you
get in the Champagne Room?

Oh, I'll show you what you get.

♪ Mm mm just like that

- The blow job was for Kev.

♪ Just like that

♪ Shake it shake it

♪ Hm hm work it work it

♪ Just for the

♪ She gotta gold

♪ She catch cold

♪ What she rock chains

♪ Let me see

♪ Pinky and the Brain

♪ Our baby mamas aint the same

♪ Ice my chain

♪ Look if I call you baby

♪ Baby baby

- Oh, sh*t!

- Come on, Sir.

Stay with us.

What's up, Kevin?

You missed.

I won't.

- You won't be so
lucky next time.

You started this w*r.

- I ain't start sh*t, but I'm
damn sure gonna finish it.

- f*ck you, n*gga.

I ain't hard to find.

- All right.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Welcome home.

Miss Debra.

You heard anything?

- Nothing.

- Mrs. Simmons?

- Excuse me, Doctor.

I'm Mrs. Simmons.

Please, tell me that
my husband is okay.

- You're Mrs. Simmons?

- Yes.

- But I thought?

- No, no, no, Doctor,
I'm Mrs. Simmons.

This is his ex-wife,

- First wife.

- But we all make mistakes.

- Still insecure.

- It's okay.

Can you come with me, please?

- Sure.

Well, Mr. Simmons' condition
is extremely critical.

He was shot multiple times,

so it's pretty touch and go.

If you're a praying
woman, I'd say pray.

He's in good hands,
but it's critical.

- Please.

- Sure, yeah.

- Hey, man, I'll meet
you outside, bro.

- You gonna be okay?

- There's no time for that.

- Yeah.

- Pappy dead.

Black dead.

Rico dead.

You know anything about that?

- They had it coming.

- But you missed the head.

You missed Vee.

What the f*ck was
you thinking about?

- What the f*ck was
I thinking about?

My father's lying in a
f*cking hospital bed,

shot the f*ck up.

That's what I was thinking.

- Yeah, well, what
if they didn't do it?

- Nah, of course they did it.

Who else would have the
ba*ls to sh**t Pops?

Look,

I know them little Pack n*gg*s
was your homies or whatever,

before you got locked up,

because that's when they
abandoned you, right?

So I damn sure hope you
ain't trying to protect them.

- I'm gonna act like you
didn't just say that to me.

- Let me ask you
something, Tyshawn.

Who's side are you on?

- Man, don't you ever question
my loyalty to this family.

Don't f*cking make me.

If Pops dies,

I'm the head of
this f*cking family.

Don't forget that,
little brother.

- Yeah,

you the head,

but you soft, Kev.

You soft.

Whether you
want to believe it or not,

we all subconsciously think

our a*s is going
to live forever.

I got news for you.

You ain't.

Days go by faster

and the nights get colder

the older you get,

until one day, you're
here, like me, alone,

asking yourself,

"How in the hell
did I get here?"

♪ Wow

♪ I feel good

♪ I knew that I would now

♪ I feel good

♪ I knew that I would now

♪ So good

♪ So good

♪ I got you

♪ Wow

♪ I feel nice

- Sweetheart, how about
you just skip the cafeteria

and lemme take you
somewhere else for lunch?

- Mr. Simmons?

Yes, Ma'am?

- May I see you in my office?

Mr. Simmons, how old are you?

- I'm 17, Ma'am.

- And what do you plan on
doing after graduation?

- I haven't really
thought about it too much.

I guess I'll probably just
go work with my father.

- Have you thought
about college?

- College?

Me?

- Yes, you, Guy.

You're a very
intelligent young man.

You stay on the honor roll,
you'll have a bright future.

And with college,
the sky's the limit.

- Yeah, I don't know.

- What are you afraid of?

- Nothing.

- Then I expect to see your name

on some college applications.

- Yes, Ma'am.

- What's up, me lady?

- Hey, baby.

You messing up my hair now.

- Sorry.

You got to wind up
music playing, Ma?

Ma, this song,

you played this song so much,
I practically knew every word.

- You know, when
I met your Father,

he took me to that concert.

He even took me backstage.

And they treated him
like the second coming,

and they were the stars.

- Yeah, my Pop's the
coolest dude on the planet.

- Yes, yes.

I will drink to that.

I just love him so much.

Just seeing him lying there.

- But, Mom,

Pops is strong.

He gonna pull through.

- And how are you holding up?

I hate that you have to come
out of prison into this.

- Mm, I'm good.

Perfect timing.

I feel like I'm right
on time, like my Rolex.

- Boy, you just
like your father.

This take charge attitude,

the alpha male.

- What up, now?

I get a lot of
that from my Mama.

- Baby, what's wrong?

I can tell you got
a lot on your mind.

- Well, Kevin made a
really stupid mistake.

Put a hit on Vee,

'cause he think The Pack
has something to do with

the hit on Pop.

It's crazy, right?

I mean, I didn't think he
could think that stupid.

What?

- Kevin is a lot of things,
but he's not stupid.

He's planning.

He knows The Pack is your army,

independent from
the Simmons family.

God forbid, God forbid if
your father don't make it,

he's gonna make sure you
don't have any support.

- Mm.

You right, that makes sense.

- Yeah.

And, baby, I know you
love your brother,

but power changes everything.

And that b*tch a*s
mother of his, Gloria,

she'll do anything to keep it.

- You his wife.

- Mm-hmm, yeah,
I know, on paper.

Now, don't get me wrong, Guy
loves me like no tomorrow,

but he loves her like yesterday,

and memories are forever.

And I can accept
that, but she can't.

She'll do anything
to push me out,

even if it means destroying you.

- Damn.

I guess family ain't
really family then.

- You are the rightful
head of this family, Ty.

Prove it.

- How?

- You know how.

Play your Trump card.

- It's my baby's birthday,

and I just made him this
b*mb a*s red velvet cake.

Take a look.

Happy birthday, baby.

Do you like your cake?

- I love it.
- Yeah?

Oh, I told you I
would get you back.

I told you!

Play
your trump card.

- You know I love you, right?

- I know.

- And anything you
want, it's yours.

- I already have what I want.

- You sure?

- Baby, what's wrong?

- I don't know, it's just,

you know, Ty is home now,

and I'm not exactly sure
how you feel about that.

- Baby, Ty's my past.

You're my forever
and you know that.

- You know, I just
used to think about

how he used to treat you,

and I always felt like
you deserved better.

- And I have better.

I have you.

- Ironically, my Dad used
to do my Moms the same way.

I can still remember
how she used to cry

when he wouldn't come home.

And I vowed that I would never
treat my woman like that.

- I know, baby, and
I love you for it.

- Yo.

- Vee thinks it's
the Rutland crew.

- Yeah.

- Babe, who was that?

- Hood rat.

I'll be back.

You about to
me, huh?

- I know I got you.

♪ Need to quit playing

♪ I know what you're craving

♪ Baby girl all I'm saying

♪ I gotta taste it

♪ I'm a put your legs up

♪ Ooh

♪ I can't take my
hands off you ♪

♪ You can see what
I'm talking about ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh

♪ Got you in the mood

♪ Down to feel like

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Got you in the mood

- Morning.

- Good morning.

- What's up with you?

What's wrong?

- Pappy's dead, Kat.

And so is Rico,

and Black.

- They tried to get
at you too, huh?

- Yeah, they tried,
but they missed.

- Victor, you can't
keep on doing this.

You know how hard it
is for me at night,

wondering when
you're coming home?

If you're coming home?

- It ain't no
n*gga in this world

that can keep you away from me.

- Baby, I need you.

We need you.

- I know.

You said, "We?"

I'm gonna be a father?

Oh, baby.

- But, listen,

I can't do this alone,

and with you still
out in the streets,

you can't promise me that.

- I got you.

This sh*t ain't fair.

You sent me to school to
be a CEO, not a gangster.

Pop, I'm not sure what
you want me to do.

♪ My Mama told me

♪ She said Son beware

♪ Never beg for her love

- You got my money today?

- Nah.
- Good job.

- Hey, Guy, you looking for me?

- Maybe later, Lisa.

You seen my father?

- He's probably in his office.

♪ Summertime

♪ And the living is easy

- Hey, Pop, I got something I-

- Boy, you know you don't
interrupt when Ella's singing.

That's one of your
Mama's favorite songs.

God rest her soul.

One good gospel record

is better than 10
good Sunday services.

- I want to talk to you.

- Well, you talking
now, ain't ya?

- All right, I know
you looking forward to

me coming to work with you
full time after I graduate.

I know that,

but I've been talking to
this guidance counselor.

- Damn, n*gga, just spit it out.

You got something
you wanna say to me?

Huh?

Well, just look me in
my eyes and say it.

- I wanna go to college.

- College?

For what?

- I don't know, a doctor.

A senator, maybe, a lawyer.

Something, Pop.

You know, the sky's the limit.

- Yeah.

So you think

just 'cause you could
read those crackers' books

that they gonna give you
a seat at they table?

- It's plenty Black
professionals nowadays.

- House n*gg*s and p*rch monk*ys
with nuts like squirrels.

That's who you wanna be like?

You know what,

you just like your g*dd*mn Mama.

Nothing I ever do was good
enough, but I'll tell you what,

you ain't going to no
White man's college.

Uh uh, not on my dime.

- Pop, you not even listening.

- You heard what
the f*ck I said.

- Well, I'm going
to the military.

Either way, I'm gone.

- Yeah.

All right.

Maybe having a g*n in your
hand'll and make a man outta you.

- You know,

my whole life I've been
known as Willy Simmons' son.

One of these days,

they gonna remember you
as Guy Simmons' father.

- Hey, yo, what up, Kev?

I ain't even know
you was in town, man.

- Come on, man.

You know I had to
pull up on you,

see how you doing.

You good?

- Things been wild
out here, bro.

- All right.

There's some traitors that's
been threatening my family.

They need to be dealt with.

Think you can handle that?

- Man, I can handle whatever.

- If you handle
this sh*t for me,

I give you my word,

you will always have a
place at Legacy, for life.

I got you, Kev.

God,
I know I'm a sinner.

I know I did a lot
of wrong in my life.

And God, I just hope You
have my sins fall on me,

and not my children.

- Hey, what's up?

- I just wanted to get a chance
to talk without the others.

- Without the board?

Why?

- I just feel like we can
relate to each other better,

given our similar backgrounds.

- Our similar backgrounds?

- Our educational backgrounds.

You get it.

- Okay, sure.

- I wanted to talk about

some ideas the marketing
team has for Legacy.

- Damn, that's pretty fast.

- Our team works quick.

You heard of Tank G?

- Nah, never heard of him.

- He's an up and coming rapper.

Huge in social media.

- Okay, what does that
have to do with Legacy?

- He can connect to the
street authenticity.

I think he needs to make
an appearance at the club.

Could be a huge step forward
for Legacy's expansion.

- So let me get this right.

You want me to parade some
rapper internet superstar dude

around my Pop's club?

How do you think the people
there would accept that?

- Look, people don't
understand what it takes

to build what we're trying
to build here, Kevin.

- I'll be honest
with you, Selena,

I'm not even sure I know what
you're trying to build here,

but it doesn't feel like Legacy,

and it damn sure
doesn't feel like me.

- Hello?

- What's up, Aunt Gloria?

You sound, it's a bad time, huh?

- There is no good time, T.

I mean, right now, I just,
I appreciate your call.

- Man, I'm just checking
on my favorite auntie.

- I'm okay, considering
the circumstances.

- Is there any
news on Uncle Guy?

- No.

- Look, I told Kevin,

whatever he needs, the
Bell family's here,

but he didn't seem
too receptive.

- Well, you know, he's as
bullheaded as his father,

so there's that.

- Then there's no
better time than now

to unite the families.

Whoever did this has
to pay, Aunt Gloria.

We just need to tell Kevin,

and you're the only
person he'll listen to.

- Tito, there's a lot going on.

I appreciate your call.

- I love you, Auntie.

Please be safe.

- So are we gonna go to
the studio tonight still?

- Man, there's too
much sh*t going on.

What the f*ck is
you talking about?

- What's up, Hawk?

- Good to see you.

Hey, listen, how's your father?

- He's still in a coma.

- Gimme a second.

I'll be right back.

Hold the bar down for me.

Holler at me, young blood.

What's on your
mind, young blood?

- My Pops used to bring
me here when I was a kid.

I remember that same stool.

- Yeah.

- He told me I could
get a Jack and Coke,

wouldn't put
nothing in the Coke.

It's crazy,

he got shot, gunned down right
in front of the same place.

- What you trying
to say, young blood?

Huh?

'Cause Guy's my best friend.

- I ain't come in here
to doubt you, bro.

You love my Pops.

He love you like a brother.

Come on, just tell
me what happened.

- Guy came in like
he always did.

Him and his bodyguard sit there,

had a couple of drinks so
he could clear his head.

Young lady walked over.

She wasn't bad looking.

They hit it off,
they started talking.

That's all.

- The chick, who was she?

- I don't know who she is.

I ain't never seen her before.

- You remember nobody
else that was unfamiliar?

- All the regulars.

Guy come in here
all the time, bro.

The regulars that come in here,

they wouldn't harm a hair
in your father's head.

You understand?

And I'll vouch for that.

- All right, then what happened?

- Then him and the girl,
they talking, laughing,

had a few more drinks,

and then Guy got up and left
and the girl went with him.

Then I heard some shots.

I grabbed my shotgun,
run from behind the bar.

I get outside, I see the
bodyguard's right here dead,

and Guy, he.

- Thank you, Hawk.

- Yeah, anytime.

Anything you need.

You know what, young blood?

There was something
else, just came to me.

Bro Hardy just
got out of prison.

- Who's that?

- He's one of the elders
in the Hardy family,

used to raise a lot of
hell back in the day.

Him and Guy, they used to
bump heads all the time.

- Over what?

- I don't wanna get into that.

- Over what?

- Look, I done said
too much already.

I don't wanna- - Over what?

- Over your Mama, man.

- Girl, don't put that on me.

Ain't nobody having no twins.

Nah, Vee right here.

You still wanna talk to him?

- Yo.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

What up?

- Kat told me what happened
between you and Kevin.

Vee, I swear, I had no
clue where he was going.

- Just leave it alone.

- Have you at
least spoken to Ty?

- For what?

- Vee, I know things
are crazy right now,

but you two were like brothers
before you went to prison.

- Yeah.

A lot has changed.

- Tell me about it.

He doesn't answer my calls.

He doesn't return any
of my f*cking texts.

It's like,

Vee, can you just call him?

Like you two can
end all of this.

- How you know?

- Because you know you should.

- If I call him.

- All right, peace, loved one.

My prayers go out.

Look, I'm not even gonna
ask you how you doing.

- Yeah, 'cause sh*t been
kind of crazy around here.

- Man, I'm just praying you
catch these n*gg*s, bottom line.

And I know the Simmons
family can handle their own.

I know this.

But should the need arise,

the Bell family will
send the Harlem Army.

Word is bond.

- I appreciate that.

Give the family my love.

- Yo, what'd he say?

- He saying he can handle it.

- And if he can't?

- Then I'll send
someone who can.

- What's the deal, bro?

- I tried calling your phone.

You keep changing your number.

- A lot of sh*t keep
changing up these days.

- Not everything.

I didn't push the
button on this, Vee.

Sorry about Black, Rico, Pappy.

- Yeah.

- We gonna get it right.

Set up a meeting
with the families.

Kevin gonna make it right.

- I think we way
beyond that point.

- I just want you to
know it wasn't Crook.

- But would you
tell me if it was?

- Yeah.

Just know I don't
got no beef with you.

I'm hoping that
that's reciprocal.

- That's up to you, big bro.

- Pop Pop, I thought you said
you wanted to meet with me.

- n*gga, if you don't get
your g*dd*mn a*s in here

and sit down.

I'm not gonna have this
b*tch sh*t in here.

And I'm gonna tell both
of you two right now

about all this, "Who
runs the family?"

I run the damn family.

Now who say differ?

That's what I thought.

Now, I done heard Kevin's
side of this thing

about the dog pounds
and the wolf people.

- It's The Pack, Pop Pop.

- Who asked you
any g*dd*mn thing?

Whoever, it all makes sense.

I always believed that you can
k*ll a mosquito with an ax,

because whenever you miss
him, you scare it to death.

You understand?

Yes, Sir.

- Yeah, well, one enemy see
you at w*r with another,

he may feel that you are
vulnerable for attack.

So hitting him first just to
keep it 100 makes sense to me.

What you got to say?

- Pop Pop, they not our enemy.

- Maybe they not your
enemy but that don't mean-

- Kevin, g*dd*mn it.

I got him.

- Like I said, The
Pack not our enemy.

They're not my enemy, so why
would they be the family's?

It don't make no sense.

- Huh.

That's true, but
what's done is done.

We Simmons boys put our
nuts on whatever we do.

We ain't got no regrets.

Ty, you got your brother's
back on this one, right?

- Without a doubt.

- Good.

So from now on,

neither one of you make a move

without the other one knowing.

And if you don't agree, Kevin,

you got the final word.

And this ain't no privilege.

It's a responsibility, boy,

and I'm holding you responsible.

You understand?

- Yes, Sir.

- Good.

Get on outta here.

Got some young
p*ssy coming my way.

- We ain't even finished
the game yet, Pop Pop.

- What?

Oh,

yeah, the game.

Huh.

Checkmate.

Oh, it'll be a cold day in Hell.

- Yo, f*ck Guy Summons.

He the old, I'm the new.

Why would Kevin even think I
would try to k*ll his old a*s?

- Kevin always on some bullshit.

This just give him an excuse.

- Yeah, maybe, but that
don't change the fact that

they was able to
hit us up too close.

- How you think he did it?

- We definitely
about to find out.

Special, they all in there?

They
all in there, bro.

- The whole crew?

- The whole f*cking crew.

- All right, let's get to it.

Fellas,

now we all know why we here.

Rico,

Pappy,

Black,

dead.

- What's up, Vee?

What's the plan, my n*gga?

Because it's payback time.

- You right.

But it ain't the Simmons
that I'm worried about.

There's a rat in this crew,

a traitor among us.

- What?

Just say the word, Vee.

Who is it?

- Y'all m*therf*ckers
think I'm stupid.

How the f*ck did Kevin even
know where the f*ck to find us

at the drop of a dime?

Ain't nobody got nothing to say?

Was it you?

Was it you, Crook?

- Nah, Vee, I swear
on everything.

- But you was with him
at the club, right?

You was there when
he died, right?

Right?

Huh?

Go ahead.

You was with my n*gga when he
died and you ain't do sh*t?

You ain't f*cking do sh*t?

You rep this sh*t
or you die, period.

Now, I'm gonna find the
m*therf*cker who did this

and I'm k*lling your
whole f*cking family.

That's on Rico,

that's on Pappy,

and that's on Black.

Now y'all get the
f*ck outta my face.

Get the f*ck outta my face.

Nobody is above suspicion.

No one.

- b*tch a*s n*gga.

♪ Man I do this sh*t
in blood homie ♪

♪ b*tch I got my own

♪ I don't need
security in the club ♪

♪ All they woofing
on and these n*gg*s ♪

♪ I thought you was a thug

♪ I ain't got nowhere to go

♪ I shot up
everywhere they was ♪

♪ You done know

♪ Took this sh*t from you

♪ You gonna get
it back in blood ♪

♪ Brr brr

♪ b*tch come get
it back in blood ♪

♪ We ain't masked
up in no Dodge ♪

♪ Rich n*gg*s know who it was

♪ Before this sh*t just
like the eighties ♪

♪ Once I'm back

♪ Get it in blood

♪ Yeah you know who took
this sh*t from you ♪

♪ Come get it back in blood

♪ If a n*gga k*ller ain't dead

♪ You shouldn't wear
no R-I-P shirt ♪

♪ We had 300 shots up in the
car before we picked up dirt ♪

♪ You n*gg*s who
ain't sh*t got going ♪

♪ Go grab a piece
and get alert ♪

♪ Shots the G posts R-I-P

♪ Easy in the dirt

♪ Brr

♪ Brr

♪ You gotta know I go too far

♪ Get two Os up on this honey

♪ One of 'em might
stand for O Block ♪

♪ Like 20 some shots left up
in the K15 still in the GL*CK ♪