02x10 - New Beginnings

[bunniefuu]

Meech, you know I could

never stand your little
second-grade buddy, right?

A lovesick rat who know where
all the bodies are buried?

Markus Lloyd has been bullying Kevin--

roughing him up, stealing his
shoes, ruining his cartoons.

[dramatic music plays]

[Kevin] You got a new safe?

Remi Ransom, n*gga. Make sure
you spell my sh*t right.

- [g*n cocks]
- n*gga, that might be too long

to fit on this damn b*llet.

What else do you remember about the man?

He was brown-skinned.

[detective] And you saw that person

force someone into a sedan.

[Leander] It was a Ford LTD.

Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?

A receipt from
the E-Z Rest Motel?

- [Terry] Dad, what's going on?
- Your father just got caught

lying about the affair he's been having.

- Boom got arrested.
- Good. f*ck that n*gga.

These two n*gg*s is working together.

I'ma k*ll the both of you,
and I ain't f*cking

with yo' ass no more, Goldie.

Get 'em the f*ck out of here!

- [sobbing]
- I got you.

The doctors--they-they gonna
find a cure for it, baby.

I just need you to hold on.

This sh*t'll have that d*ck
harder than a m*therf*cker.

You not trying to play me, are you?

No, n*gga, you trippin'. Let me go.

You gonna betray me, our family, Zoe?

The f*ck was you thinkin', huh?

[upbeat funky music plays]

♪ ♪

[distant voices shouting]

[Young Meech] Hey, yo, hurry up, Tee.

[Older Terry] Ever since I can remember,

Meech and I been running for our lives.

- Come on, man!
- First, it was to get home

before the streetlights came on
and avoid our mama's belt.

- [siren wailing]
- Then it was running

from one-time who was
on every Black kid's ass.

- [Young Terry] Move it, B!
- [dog barking]

[R music plays]

[g*nshots]

[Older Terry] And once we got in the game,

we started doing the chasing,

running after all the
m*therf*ckers that owed us.

[Young Meech] I warned you, n*gga.

♪ ♪

[Older Terry] But if you always looking

over your own shoulder,

you bound to take your eye off
someone you love.

[B-Mickie] No, no, no, no.

Yo, what the f*ck are we doing here?

We should be on this Bryant sh*t.

I got something cooking,

but you need to fall back

with five-oh looking around like this.

[police radio chatter]

What up, doe?

Crazy sh*t.

People saying there's a body
in our stash spot.

f*ckin' pig.

So what the hell you doing here?

Oh, I actually care about what's going on

- in my community.
- Oh.

Well, since you such a bleeding heart,

let me show you something.

Come on. You too.

Leo, unzip that for me.

[zipper sound]

You know this woman?

- Never seen her before.
- [Jin] Of course not.

[Bryant] Her name's Monique Greene.

She was strangled and beaten.

Left behind an 11-year-old and a toddler.

It's a f*cking tragedy.

[heavy music plays]

See you around, Mr. Neighborhood Watch.

[Terry] You straight?

I never wanted Moe in this sh*t, ever.

[Roland] Damn, yo, I'm sorry, Meech, man.

She kept telling me

how she wanted to tag-team this n*gga,

talking about she was his
Achilles' heel or some sh*t.

Now Zoe and Tee-Tee gotta grow up

without no f*cking mom, man.

Yo, look, bro, um, I'm sorry, bro.

I know Monique was a real one for real.

And you probably hurting
like a muh'fucker,

but right now we really need
to stay focused no matter what.

We got 500 keys coming in,

and our f*cking car wash is a crime scene.

We need to find a new stash spot
so we can launder this money.

I'ma personally put
that crunchy-ass n*gga Lamar

on the wrong side-a the grass for good.

[Older Terry] That's the f*cked-up part

about the game--

as a player, it's hard to see
the whole field.

You can only see sh*t
that's in front of you.

So you get paranoid and weary

because every minute of every day
feels like it could be your last.

Now the clock was ticking on us.

[Charlie] ♪ I got everything On the line ♪

♪ 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 ♪

[Sterling] I'm looking
at new stash spots already.

I know a few places.

[B-Mickie] And I'm still
trying to find out

what the hell's going on
with this Bryant sh*t.

[Meech] Rollie...

take this ticket and address
to Northern California for me.

I need you to check out something.

Damn, I ain't never been to Cali before.

[chuckles] Think I'm gonna see
Janet Jackson?

[Terry] If your ass is lucky.

[chuckles]

Want me to follow him?

Nah. I'ma need your help here.

I'll let you know the details.

[upbeat R music plays]

♪ ♪

[Sterling] You sending n*gg*s on trips?

And keeping that rat m*therf*cker on?

[exhales deeply]

Sterl, yo, you my man a hundred grand,

but don't ever question me
about my business, dog.

I ain't mean no disrespect.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Who did?

[dramatic music plays]

[Markesha]
Everything's gonna be okay.

Oh, my God.

[whimpers] Thank God you're here.

Oh.

What happened?

These guys stormed in demanding
some money that Boom owed them.

[Lamont] They tied us up.

Wait. D-did they hurt you?

[Rasheed] No.

Look--look, listen to me.

I love your mother very much,

and I'm gonna take care of you guys
and protect you from now on, all right?

I love you, too, Tee.

♪ ♪

Look, we're gonna get a new house,

a place that we could call home

and start a big, happy family
and have fun.

♪ ♪

So, even though it's not a church event,

you actually gonna let me model
at Hair Wars?

Under one condition.

I get to go.

- For real?
- [laughing] Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Mama. Thank you.

- Yes! [chuckles]
- [Lucille] You're welcome.

- Ugh.
- [knock at door]

I'm not dressed. Please turn around.

[sighs]

Look, Lucille, I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

I lost my way.

I want to make it up to you.

Yeah, I don't see how that can happen.

[Charles] The Bible says love is patient.

Love is kind.

Love does not keep record of wrongdoings.

Hmm, well, I do.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter, telephones ringing]

[Jin] Hey.

What's going on?

[Bryant] Uh, Chambers is out.

Special Agent Alvarez is in,

and he's giving me a sh*t at K-9.

You mean us.

[Alvarez] Of course, Detective Jin.

[edgy music plays]

♪ ♪

We got three witnesses

who saw you sh**t Coach Winkie Johnson

outside St. Celia's gym.

Only three?

[Jin] We've got multiple witnesses

on multiple murders

and a handful of associates who
are willing to talk right now

unless you give us the names
of all of your local dealers.

[laughs]

You guys think... [tapping on table]

these scary-ass tactics
that po-po use on Miami Vice

gonna work on a n*gga like me?

I'm a f*cking G, n*gga.

You better ask somebody.

♪ ♪

I think I will.

♪ ♪

Bring her in.

- Get the f*ck outta here.
- [door opens]

Babe?

What the hell you doing here?

I told them about the spot
near the Marathon plant...

where Winkie's body

and that dude
from the drive-by are buried.

My agents are there right now
digging up the bodies.

She don't know what the f*ck
she talkin' about.

I even told them where you
stashed all the weapons

in the ceiling at the gambling spot.

You f*cking skank-ass bitch!

You wouldn't be sh*t without me.

Don't let me see your ass again!

- f*ck you!
- f*ck!

♪ ♪

We got two dozen people corroborating.

[Bryant] Sit your ass down.

♪ ♪

- The names.
- [chuckles]

[inhales] Ohh...

All right.

♪ ♪

All right, look...

I'm willing to snitch on
C-Bubble and L-A Tone

from the Six Mile...

...Fat Cat bitch ass from the Eastside...

...Kwame from Schoolcraft.

And I can't forget

my cock-sucking Colombian connect Sina.

If any of them m*therf*ckers
got a problem,

tell 'em to come see me.

♪ ♪

What about Terry and Meech Flenory?

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

[Meech] Now, what the f*ck you wearing

them Poindexter-ass glasses
in the house for?

[Terry] Man, f*ck you, Meech.
My head hurt.

I saw Zoe...

who all but confirmed that sh*t was Lamar.

That m*therf*cker gotta go, Tee, flat out.

- [footsteps approaching]
- [Charles] Boys.

Um, look...

I'm trying to make things right
with your mom.

So we having a family dinner
tomorrow night.

It'd mean a lot if we all together.

Don't trip, Pops. We'll be there.

Thank you both.

[mellow soul music plays]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ Was it all for nothing? ♪

♪ Was it a waste of time? ♪

[dog barks]

♪ Did they do all that fighting ♪

♪ Mm, just to watch you die? ♪

♪ I need you to leave ♪

[singers] ♪ Leave ♪

[light switch clicks]

n*gga... what the f*ck are you doing?

You been in the same
m*therf*cking spot for hours.

Did you at least eat something?

- [Lamar sniffs]
- Look, man, at least, man,

go take a piss, man.

I don't need you having no m*therf*cking
accidents in my place.

When I asked you about being hungry, man,

that's not what the f*ck
I was talking about.

You need to chill on this sh*t, man.

Don't nobody tell me what the f*ck to do!

You understand me, huh?

[Alvin] The f*ck?

Okay, chill, n*gga!

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Nicole humming]

♪ Mm mm mm mm, mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm mm mm mm, mm mm mm mm ♪

All right, Salt-N-Pepa.

I'm just getting ready for Hair Wars.

Hey, I got tickets for y'all and LaWanda.

She does not need to come, Nikki.

[Meech] Smells good, Pops.

[Lucille] Hey, y'all ready to eat?

[Terry] You know it.

[Charles] You look nice.

Who's gonna say the blessing?

The prodigal son has returned,
so Meech can do the honors.

[Meech] Thanks, Pops.

Heavenly Father,

thank You for allowing
our family to reunite.

Bless this food. Bless everybody here.

And please give us the strength
to carry on.

Amen.

[all] Amen.

[Terry] Pops, I see
you done stepped your game up.

No, just trying to give
your mother a break.

- [chuckles]
- I can't remember

the last time we had
a family dinner together.

Well, I can.

I mean, you weren't here, Demetrius.
Mabel was.

Now, did you have that affair
with that jezebel

- before or after we ate?
- Seriously?

Fish rot from the head down,

which is exactly what you are,

sitting at the head of this damn table.

You made your point, Lucille.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

Sorry you hurtin', Ma.

Thank you, baby.

What is it, Demetrius?

Monique's dead.

My God, what happened?

They found her at a car wash.

[sighs]

What about Zoe and Tiara?

Who's gonna take care of those babies?

Moe's mom gonna take them in,

and you know I got 'em for life, Ma.

Lord, give me strength.

♪ ♪

Just so much bad news.

[Terry] Yo, Hoop called.

K-9 and his crew got popped.

Word is he snaking.

[sighs]

[singer] ♪ Oh, oh oh oh ♪

♪ Yeah, oh yeah ♪

Hey, Mike.

One of my dancers is complainin'
you not tryin' to pay her.

[Mike] Thought I was good,

seeing as you still haven't
given me them two n*gg*s

that you brought in my rim shop to rob me.

How the f*ck you get robbed gambling?

[Mike] All I need is the contact info

on them m*therf*ckers,
then you and I straight, baby.

You know me well enough to know

you don't ask me no dumb sh*t like that.

Well, then pay me
the $100,000 that I lost--

Get the f*ck outta here, Mike.

That kitty wasn't even that high.

Well, interest is a bitch.

Get your Winnie the Pooh ass
the f*ck up out my club.

[rapper] ♪ Get it on the back ♪

♪ I'm tryin' ta get it on the back ♪

[boat horn blares]

[Meech] You late.

She got you pissin'
sitting down yet, n*gga?

Sam already agreed

to let us clean our cash
at the gas station,

but where the hell we gonna pack the cars?

I'm 20 steps ahead of you, baby bro.

I already locked down a spot
with Nikki's boss, Selena.

[Terry chuckles]

n*gga, why you smiling
like your nuts just dropped?

'Cause for once,

I actually agree with your
stupid ass, Meech.

Look, with K-9 snitching like
it's a f*cking antidote,

we could be snatched away
from our loved ones any second.

And skipping town again?
It wouldn't be no different.

The D's our muh'f*cking home.

I ain't backing down from sh*t no more.

It's our time now, Tee.

[dramatic music plays]

[Terry] Damn. Good sh*t.

[background chatter]

[Kevin] I don't even remember, like,

he still had that, like, built-up rage

from the fact that Bruiser k*lled Tristan.

But, then, like, you know, TJ--

Bruiser can't just let Menace bleed out.

Superheroes don't do that.

[Kevin] I mean,
all superheroes have flaws.

Yo, is your eyes glitchin'?

I know you broke into my house.

Man, leave me the f*ck out your stories.

Hey, man, don't push me again.

[Markus] Or what?

Yeah.

f*ck these wack-ass drawings.

[basketball bouncing]

[chatter]

[Older Terry] Everybody knows

Detroit's the car capital of the world.

But we also known
as the Black hair capital.

[electronic music plays]

[singer] ♪ Let it speak to ya ♪

♪ Let it fill your bones ♪

[Older Terry] In 1985,
a Detroit DJ started a weekly party

known as Exotic Hair Night.

It quickly became one of
the biggest parties in the D.

sh*t popped so hard,
they renamed it Hair Wars

and made it quarterly.

♪ ♪

[scattered cheers, chatter]

Hey, y'all, I'm Hump the Grinder,

the creator of this
hair entertainment production

called Hair Wars.

[cheers and applause]

It's--it's 6:05,

and that means it's time
for us to get all the way live,

'cause we gonna give it to you
the way you want it.

[cheers and applause]

♪ ♪

Come on.

Man, f*ck lover boy, man.

I ain't goin' over there.

[Hump the Grinder] Stylin' Beauty Salon

in Ecorse, Michigan,

is coming up with its own
Phoenix Is Rising hairdo,

styled by Selena Nargos

and modeled by Nicole Flenory.

[cheers and applause]

[Meech] Nikki looking fly as hell.

[B-Mickie] No doubt.

[cheers and applause continue]

[B-Mickie] What's good, Pops?

- [Charles] Hey.
- [B-Mickie] Ma Dukes.

- Hey.
- [laughter]

[B-Mickie] How y'all doing?

[Charles] Meech told us about
your mom, Brian, all right?

Very sorry for your loss.

Yeah, I'm still trying to get through it.

Hey, listen, you're family.

If you need anything, don't hesitate.

[Terry] Hey, Ma. What's up, Pops?

This my new lady, Markesha.

It's nice to meet you two.

But you already have a lady

who's pregnant with your second child.

[Charles] Hey, maybe we should stay out--

Don't you think you
a little long in the tooth

- to be dating my son?
- Mom.

Your son is more mature than most.

- I'm sure you've had many.
- [scoffs]

[LaWanda] Terry?

LaWanda, what the hell are you doin' here?

I was backstage helping Nicole.

Oh, so this your new little plaything.

- Hmm.
- I can hardly recognize

the heifer without your head
between her legs.

- Oh, all right.
- [Markesha] I know this

bargain-basement bitch ain't talking sh*t,

trying to have her hair styled
the same way as mine.

- Who you talking to?
- I'm talking to you, bitch.

- Chill--
- I f*cking hate your ass.

f*ck you, bitch! I'm outta here!

- f*ck!
- [Lucille] She ain't worth it.

[Terry] Kesha, wait.

Saint, what the f*ck are you doing here?

Checking out the show,
making sure you good.

- I'm good.
- Hmm.

You sure know how to get around.

But I'm gonna say this once
and once time only.

Stay the f*ck away from Boom's bitch.

Who the f*ck you calling a bitch?

- Hey, Kesha.
- Or...

you won't be getting around no more.

Hey, f*ck you, n*gga.

Y'all have a nice night.

Get off me!

[boat horn blares]

[White Horse's "Laid Back" plays]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ If you wanna ride ♪

♪ Don't ride the white horse ♪

♪ ♪

♪ If you wanna ride ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Don't ride the white horse ♪

♪ ♪

♪ White horse ♪

♪ Don't ride the white horse ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ White horse ♪

♪ Don't ride the white horse ♪

Who the f*ck is you?

Huh?

I said who the f*ck is you, n*gga!

Who the f*ck is you?

[heavy music plays]

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[Cloned Lamar] I get it.

Everybody you love is gone,

and it's all your fault.

sh*t, ain't nothin' for a n*gga to do

except...

[heavy, uneasy music]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[soft, dramatic chords]

[lighter clicks]

Look here, I don't know
what the f*ck the Flenorys got on K-9,

but he sang on everybody except them.

Well, either he really likes them,
or they're just lucky as f*ck.

Huh. Ain't no such thing as luck.

Bryant, you got a call on line one.

[Bryant] All right.

This is Bryant.

[Meech] Belle Isle, alone, two o'clock--

got somebody who wanna
holler face-to-face.

- Oh, who the hell is that?
- [click, dial tone]

[dramatic music plays]

[receiver clatters]

[Jin] Everything okay?

Meech... wants to meet at Belle Isle.

Alone.

I'll be back in a bit.

♪ ♪

[thunder rumbles]

[Bryant] So...

what the f*ck is all this?

[Meech] Remember you once told me

you had the power to make
a m*therf*cker disappear?

Well, call me the Hood Houdini,

'cause I can make 'em reappear.

Hey, Leander, you remember
Detective Bryant right here?

Uh, yes. I met him and his partner

in the interrogation room
at the Ecorse Police Station.

Oh, that was in regards to the
abduction and m*rder of Jay-Mo?

Uh, yes. I, uh, seen
a young man getting tossed

in a, uh, dark-colored Ford LTD.

What, like a police cruiser?

[Leander] Yes.

Oh, I wouldn't dare ask the
description of the abductor.

I mean, not with this big,
Black Cujo-looking m*therf*cker

standing right here in front of me.

Checkmate. Now what, bitch?

[chuckles] That's cute.

- You still can't prove sh*t.
- [Meech] Oh, I can't?

But you was the last one
who seen Jay-Mo alive.

And I'm guessing your arrogant ass

still got that muh'f*cking g*n, huh?
[chuckles]

So you gonna drop that g*n off
to B-Mickie in an hour,

or I'm gonna have them witnesses drop

a pretty little description
of your ugly-ass f*cking face.

So what?

So you want Leander to visit
your commander in chief,

sing like Luther Vandross, n*gga?

[Bryant] Trust me when I say...

I'm gonna wipe that
f*ckin' smile off your face.

You can't, 'cause then I'm just
gonna send my condolences

to little Kevin.

[Terry] And we got a police scanner,

in case you got stupid
and called for backup.

[Meech] Yeah, you know, you violated
my f*cking family for so long,

it's about time I f*cking demonstrate.

[thunder rumbles]

[footsteps approaching]

I found a preacher.

Seemed decent, honorable.

I-I told him of my transgressions, and...

...he thinks he can help us
with a path forward.

Yeah, uh...

I found somebody, too--

a divorce attorney.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

I'm tired of the fightin', Charles.

I don't want the kids thinkin'
that this is normal.

You have not been happy for a long time.

The dirty magazines, the lying, Mabel.

Truth is, I haven't been happy either.

I mean, this was not the life I hoped for.

♪ ♪

Maybe it's a good thing I got caught.

No more secrets.

We can start fresh.

God's giving us a second chance.

♪ ♪

Maybe God is giving us a second chance...

just not with each other.

[huffs] Lucille...

♪ ♪

I never imagined life without you.

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

[ominous music plays]

♪ ♪

Uh... what the f*ck?

No, no, no, no, no. Wait, wai--

♪ ♪

Bryant.

[Bryant] What the f*ck you doing here?

You snooping again?

Look, I know you're hiding sh*t from me,

but I heard the call
about Kevin on the radio,

and I wanted to make sure you're okay.

What call?

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[sobbing]

[car door closes]

[Bryant] Stand down!

Stand down! It's my son.

[officer] All units stand down.

[Bryant] My kid!

[siren wailing]

- [sobbing]
- Hey, uh...

Hey, Kevin?

- Hey, hey.
- [Kevin] Dad.

- I messed up.
- [sirens continue wailing]

- [Bryant] Oh, man.
- [Kevin] I'm so sorry.

♪ ♪

Dad, you've gotta believe me
when I say that was an accident.

He--he just wouldn't leave me alone,
and I didn't know what else to do,

so I got the g*n outta the safe--

It's okay. Look, look,
I know it was self-defense.

That's all it was, okay? You hear me?

Come on, I got you.

I got you, man.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm right here.

♪ ♪

Okay.

♪ ♪

I love you.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

- What--Dad, what is she doing?
- I need you to calm down.

I don't need you to talk
to anybody, you hear me?

Is she arresting me?

- Dad--
- Look, I don't want you to

say nothing to nobody, Kevin. You get it?

- I-I said it was--
- Hey, hey.

I got you.

I'm gonna work this out, okay?

[Kevin] Dad, I don't
wanna go to jail--please!

- I said it was an accident.
- [Lin] Careful, careful.

♪ ♪

[dramatic musical sting]

[police siren wailing]

[Terry] No wonder Bryant never
came back with B-Mick's g*n.

Yo, Meech, did you see this sh*t?

Or this one.

"Ninth Grader with
Nine Millimeter Murders Many."

They charging Bryant's kid

for Jay-Mo's, Kato's,
and that other little kid's m*rder,

which means B-Mickie's g*n
is in the clear.

Yo...

the eagle has f*ckin' landed!

And we got 500 keys?

Hell, yeah.

That's what the f*ck I'm talkin' about.

- Everything is tied up.
- Man.

Yo, B-Mickie's not, though.

Man, y'all bugging if y'all think
Bryant'll ever go down quiet,

not to mention I ain't even
handled this Lamar sh*t yet.

I got n*gg*s all over the city
hunting that muh'fucker down.

[Meech scoffs]

Meech, let me holler at you for a second.

[upbeat hip-hop playing]

Bro, I did not get back
in this game to lose you.

What the f*ck is you talking about?

We got everything we wanted.

The shipment
from the Colombians--got that.

Bryant's nullified. The n*gga's done.

Our expansion plans is in motion, and...

Look, just let that Lamar sh*t go.

That m*therf*cker k*lled Monique--
the mother of one of my kids, n*gga--

Nedo, Sockie, Darius.

That n*gga went after Nikki
and threatened Mama.

Popped me and probably
popped your muh'f*cking ass,

and you talking about reevaluatin'.

[sighs] Meech, we're not K*llers.

We're businessmen.

Speak for your-m*therf*cking-self.

[Terry sighs]

♪ ♪

An investigation into your actions
will be launched immediately.

Hand over your g*n and badge.

What possessed you
to suppress a m*rder w*apon?

Look, I'ma fully cooperate.

[object thuds on table]

I just need to help my son.

Well, you should've thought of that

before you broke the chain
of custody with that g*n.

I get it. Okay, so--so...

what if I get Mickie to confess
to Kato and Jay-Mo?

Then that at least takes
those two off of Kevin.

[Garr] There is no way

I'm letting you anywhere near
this investigation.

Look, blowback from this
is gonna be hard and fast.

B-Mickie's prints are on the g*n.

A confession might soften the impact.

What if I took a s*ab at him?

All right, fine, but on one condition.

You take your ass home,
and you don't talk to anyone

unless it's me or your g*dd*mn union rep.

Hey, Jin.

- Thanks for stepping up.
- f*ck you.

I'm doing this for Kevin,
not your trifling ass.

[dark music plays]

[knock at door]

It's Detective Jin. I'm alone.

Brian, I know you're in there. Open up.

- Come on, open up.
- [knock at door]

[B-Mickie] What the f*ck do you want, man?

I ain't got sh*t to say
to no crooked-ass cop.

I know that Bryant was holding
that g*n over your head

and that you broke
into his house to get it.

And I'm sorry that he moved

your mother into that shitty
hospital before she d*ed.

None of that sh*t will bring her back.

Look, what Bryant did was f*cked up.

But they have the g*n now.

And once they connect the dots,

you're gonna be facing
multiple life sentences.

Now, if you confess,
I can try to get you less time.

And when you're out,

we'll put you somewhere safe
for a fresh start.

[dramatic music plays]

I'd be in cuffs by now
if y'all really had sh*t on me.

You know that, right? Bluffing-ass bitch.

♪ ♪

[ominous chords]

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

[g*n cocks]

[Lamar] Looks like the rabbit
finally caught the wolf, huh?

Go ahead, then, sh*t.

I'll send your regards to Monique--go on.

This for all the fire
you hailed down on us.

But, most importantly, this is for me.

♪ ♪

I'm the n*gga stopped you dead
in your tracks.

See, you learned something.

In order to take down the Devil,
you gotta go down to hell with him.

I'ma keep your seat warm for you.

Go on, bitch.

You twisted f*ck.

This what you want, huh?

You don't deserve the easy way out.

n*gga, nothin' in my life ever been easy.

Why the f*ck would I put your sorry ass

out your misery

when I could just watch you suffer?

[scoffs, grunts]

♪ ♪

You see this?

This gonna feel like a noose.

It's gonna get tighter and
tighter every day on your neck

until you can't f*cking breathe no more.

♪ ♪

Go on, bitch.

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]
- [Meech] Smoke that sh*t.

[chuckles, sighs]

♪ ♪

[inhaling]

[groans contentedly]

♪ ♪

Keep feeding his ass
so we can keep him this way.

I threw a little extra in there,
too, for your help.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[ambient background noise]

[soft music playing]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

The hell you cheesing about?

I took care of Lamar's bitch
ass just the way you wanted.

Yeah?

Look, man, I ain't gonna lie.
You was right.

There was a better way.

But now I'm asking you
to respect the way I handle B-Mick.

Now I know something's up. What's up?

[exhales deeply]

All right, look...

It's time for us to take
this show on the road, Tee,

and head back down south.

[chuckles] Wait, wait.
I don't--I don't understand.

You just said we got rid of Lamar.

Everything's done.
The streets is bleeding BMF.

I want more.

With the work coming in from Florida,
I'll be closer to the source.

What happened to womb to the tomb?

[Meech] We men now, Tee.

Now, it's impossible for us to run a crew
from the same city

without stepping on each other's toes.

Besides, this how we about to blow up.

So you begged me to come back
so we could end sh*t like this?

We not ending a m*therf*cking thing.

Just changin'.

With me running distro out of ATL

and you still holding sh*t down
as king of the D,

we'll still be womb to the tomb,

just 700 miles apart.



♪ ♪

[Meech] And...

n*gga, I'm about to throw the
biggest going-away party ever.

I'm talking about the biggest
sh*t n*gg*s ever seen,

and they gonna be talkin'
about it for years.

Yeah, I don't doubt that.

You know I'm still not over
this B-Mickie sh*t,

though, right?

[rapper] ♪ My Adidas ♪

♪ Walk through concert doors ♪

♪ And roam all over coliseum floors ♪

♪ I stepped onstage at Live Aid ♪

♪ All the people gave
And the poor got paid ♪

♪ And out of speakers I did speak ♪

♪ I wore my sneakers But I'm not a sneak ♪

♪ My Adidas touch the sand
Of a foreign land ♪

♪ With mic in hand I cold took command ♪

What's up, boy? You want to get
one of these Polish dogs?

Now, you know I'll never say no
to no hot food.

[chuckles] That's how I know you my son.

[both laugh]

Hey, um, look, Pops...

whatever happened with you and Ma,

just--just know I-I always want
you in my kids' life

and mine's, too, so don't even sweat it.

♪ ♪

[Charles] Uh-oh, what you up to now?

Just thinking about that glow on your face

when me and you used to jam
in the church band together.

[chuckles] We did tear it up.

I'm surprised
your heathen behind remembers.

After all the sacrifices you made, Pops,

especially for our family,

putting up with me, Tee, Nikki, and Mama,

it's the least I could do.

[Terry] Ooh.

Yo, that's dope.

I hope you like it.

Love you, Meech.

I love you, too, Pops.

[indistinct chatter]

- [Charles] Well I'll be damned.
- [Meech] Uh-uh.

A wanderin' eye's what got you
in trouble the first time.

- [Charles chuckles]
- Oh, my--

Ma?

Which one of y'all's gonna dance with me?

That's gonna be me.

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat dance music playing]

♪ ♪

[Lucille] Come on, baby.
Show me what you got.

[giggling]

♪ ♪

I ain't get no invite,
so I really wasn't sure.

sh*t.

You're not a part of this no more.

What the f*ck are you talkin' about?

You my brother, B.

And the only reason

why I ain't send you where
Kato and your mama is yet

is 'cause I got some love for you.

Sterl saw you rapping
with Bryant's partner.

n*gga, I can never trust you no more.

Meech, listen--

[Meech] Keep my f*cking name
out your mouth.

Don't call me no more.
Don't come around me no more.

[B-Mickie] Come on, Meech.

n*gga, you dead to me.

[indistinct chatter]

[dance music continues]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Man, f*ck him.

That muh'fucker's lucky
he's not dead right now.

What up, Meech?
This your going-away party.

So we gonna jam or what?

Hmm.

Hey, Chuck, play my sh*t.

The ho love you, Meech.

[upbeat hip-hop music playing]

[rapper] ♪ Smoother than cane,
I'm back to the game ♪

♪ I'm out in the streets,
That's how I was trained ♪

♪ You need to see it,
So why would I change ♪

♪ This is for game, They got it for me ♪

♪ Out of the box, Out of the frame ♪

[Bryant] Hey, Kev.

Dad. You're finally here to take me home?

Uh, not yet, man.

Hey, b-but, look, um, I did
bring your comic book and, uh--

Uh, in case you wanted
to draw something new

while we wait, till, you know,
they figure this out.

Okay, come on, sit down,
let's--let's talk about it.

[Kevin grunts]

[Bryant] Now, you know,

I had a chance to look
at your comic book there, man.

- [Kevin] Uh-huh.
- That Bruiser character, man--

he kinda look like me a little bit, right?

Yeah, he...

he basically is you,

except with glasses and just,
you know, a little cooler.

He's really durable.

He can probably jump really high,

but I had to try to balance it out

by introducing some really,
really strong villains.

[Terry] Man, we don't ever gotta worry

about our lights being cut off again.

Putting cardboard in our shoes
to plug holes in 'em.

[huffs] Sharing bowls of milk
in our cereal.

Real sh*t, though, Tee--we did
everything we said we would.

For real.

Yeah, honestly, I just didn't think
it would cost us this much.

[Roland] So you out
to become rich in Atlanta?

[Meech] I might have to go to jail for it,

but at least I know I ain't gonna die.

Remember after I got sh*t
at the Coney Island,

you told me you'd do anything for me?

You mind looking after my mama
while I'm gone?

[scoffs] sh*t.

Just tell me when you meet Janet Jackson.

And I want every detail,

down to the smell
of her m*therf*cking hair.

[chuckles]

I love you, dog.

You already know.

It's your kingdom now, Tee.

Womb to the tomb.

[steady music plays]

[Meech] Love you.

[Terry] All right, I love you,
too. Drive safe.

Don't be f*cking all the hos
in Atlanta either.

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

♪ ♪

[Older Terry] Meech was looking
for a new beginning.

So was I.

So we went our separate ways,
thinkin' nothin' would change.

Needless to say, we were wrong.

♪ ♪

Hey, Goldie, he good?

Oh, yeah, baby, he good.

What up, doe? What's crackin'?

I'm surprised your ass showed up.

You were supposed to be here yesterday.

I did bring some souvenirs for
our new business arrangement.

I know you gonna like that.

One thing about your
little cute ass, Meech--

when you show up, baby,
you know how to show up.

I'm from the D, Goldie.
What can you expect?

Well, look, we gonna talk shop here--

[g*nsh*t, people screaming]

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

[singsong] I'm back!

[women screaming]

Where you at, Goldie, huh?

[grunts] Uhh--

[g*nsh*t]

[g*n cocks]

- [g*nsh*t]
- Uhh--

♪ ♪

f*ck.

[wheezing]

f*ck you, bitch.

This the last time
you disrespect me, m*therf*cker.

[g*nsh*t]

Ashes to ashes, n*gga.

That's that n*gga from the rim shop?

Yeah. And he connected in with
these cats from auto racin'

that sponsor his ass,
and them cats tied into the Mob--

this cat named Robert Fulton.

And they gon' wanna know who
took out they biggest earner,

which means me and my sister
gotta get the f*ck up out of Dodge.

♪ ♪

Sissy. Sissy.

Come on, baby, we gotta get outta here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Come on, Sissy, we need to get
outta here right now, baby.

We can't stay here no more. Come on.

Goldie, you know I love you.

I love you, too, which is why
I'm saying come on.

We gotta get outta here.

But it's time for us to say our goodbyes.

[monitor beeping, ventilator whirs]

I'm not ready to do that.

[Saundra] But I am.

You got your whole life ahead of you.

I want you to turn
the machines off for me.

It's hard, I know,

but it's gonna be harder on the run,

and takin' care of me...

[whispering] I can't, Sissy.

I can't do that.

But you have to...

for you and me, for both of us.

I can't. I don't wanna be alone.

You're not gonna be alone.

I'm gonna be right here with you.

Now go ahead and get to it.

[somber music plays]

I'm not ready. I'm not ready.

♪ ♪

[sniffling]

[Meech sighs] Your sister...

we give her her new beginning.

And I'm here for you.

♪ ♪

[monitor beeping, ventilator whirring]

♪ ♪

[Saundra] It's okay.

It's okay.

♪ ♪

[sobs]

Oh, Sissy, what I'ma do without you?

- [sighs]
- You'll be fine.

[Goldie sniffles]

And we will see each other
on the other side.

Sissy, I done done some real bad sh*t.

I don't know if God gonna let me through.

♪ ♪

[monitor beeping steadily]

♪ ♪

Sissy. [crying]

Sissy.

[sobbing]

♪ ♪

[Goldie] Okay, baby, I need you
to listen to me.

Now, I'ma need you
to go down to Magic City

and ask for this dude named Rodney Green.

You tell him Goldie sent you.
He gon' take real good care of you.

Now, if Robert Fulton
finds out that you helped me,

he will find you and skin your little ass
the f*ck alive.

You hear me, Detroit?

[upbeat electronic music playing]

♪ ♪

[excited chatter]

[Dilla] Big Meech in the building.

What's up, baby?

[Meech] What's crackin', Dilla?

How you?

Yo, I'm actually looking
for a Rodney Green.

Green?

- He in the back.
- Okay.

So I appreciate you. Here you go.

Anytime.

[Older Terry] Life has a way
of making you think

that you're on your way to
something bigger and better.

Hey, yo, Remi.
Yo, you see what I'm seein'?

Well, I'll be goddamned.

[Older Terry] Easy to forget
about those pieces of your past

that could come back
to hamper your future.

By the grace of God,
Meech and I had b*at the clock,

and maybe if I had left the crib,

I would've become
a living legend like him.

But I loved my fishbowl
and everyone in it.

I was the king of the D
and had my queen by my side.

[indistinct chatter]

[heavy music plays]

♪ ♪

[Markesha] I think we should go
house hunting tomorrow.

Okay.

[R music plays]

♪ ♪

So how many bedrooms you thinkin'?

- [Markesha] Maybe four.
- [horn honks]

- Yo, what the f*ck? n*gga, go.
- Babe.

[tires screeching]

[Older Terry] But a new battle
for my kingdom had begun.

♪ ♪

[Markesha]
Saint, what the f*ck?

- [Terry] Get down!
- [Markesha] sh*t!

[g*nshots]

- [record scratching]
- [Meech] Black Mafia Family!

[echoing] Family... family...

[person] They-they joke a lot,

squeeze the life outta people.

- [sped-up record]
- [person] Eat my sh*t,

m*therf*cker! f*ck you!

[person] What did you do, Terry?

[person] A-a-answer the damn question!

[record scratching]

[Terry] There ain't nothin'
left to do but fight

- [echoing] fight... fight...
- [record scratching]

[Meech] Get your f*ckin'
head in the game, n*gga.

[Lamar] Meech and Tee
don't run these streets

- no more, n*gga, I do.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Goldie] Your arms too short
to play craps with a god.

[record scratching]

- [Goldie] I run sh*t.
- [Meech] We-we-we--

We from Detroit, we from Detroit,

we from Detroit...

[person] No matter
what your Black ass think.

[Lamar] Nobody fires a sh*t
at Lamar Silas

[record scratching]

[Meech] To me, it sound like
a n*gga want back in BMF.

[person] "BMF," season two!
Elevate! Elevate!

[all] Elevate!

[echoing, fading] ...ate...

[percussive music plays]

[person] Come on, yeah!

♪ ♪

Come on, yeah!

♪ ♪

Come on, yeah!

♪ ♪