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(HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)

(ON STEREO) Hip-hop hooray, ho

Hey, ho

MALCOLM: I just read
that money as we know it
is dead.

Soon the world
is only gonna buy and sell
products using bitcoins.

It's like a complicated
math equation.

So, one day we're
gonna buy things

with numbers from
a math equation?

Dope, right?

NARRATOR:
Malcolm Adekanbi is a geek.

Malcolm lives with
his single mother

and has only one memory
of his father.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC CONTINUES
ON HEADPHONE)

Malcolm lives
in Inglewood, California,

in the
Darby-Dixon neighborhood
referred to as the Bottoms.

(SINGING) You drew
a picture of my morning
but you couldn't make my day

I'm rockin' and you're yawnin'
but you never look my way

I'm lickin' down your darlin'
In every single way

Your funny flow is foreign
And your green
card's on the way

This ain't got
to do with shampoo

But watch your
head and shoulder

Brother, older, bold enough
To fold ya, yo, I told ya

A raid, afraid of what I made
and played it plus a funky fit

So save your flips
And tricks for that
music and the monkey bit

Give me your bike, nigga!

NARRATOR: Malcolm's friends,
Jib and Diggy, are also geeks.

Yo.

Shit.

All I want to do is
a zoom, zoom, zoom
and the boom, boom.

MALCOLM AND DIGGY: Word.

NARRATOR:
Malcolm, Jib and Diggy

are all deeply obsessed
with '90s hip-hop culture,

submerging themselves
in the music,

watching old
Yo! MTV Raps episodes
for fashion tips,

and using the slang.

Huh?

Bro, that shit
was whack.

What?

They were biting Brand Nubian.

That's not
even possible.

Ah, jackpot, niggas.

(LAUGHS)

Gushy, gushy.
Mmm.

NARRATOR: Oh, did I mention
that Diggy was a lesbian?

Although from the way
she dresses,

you might not have
noticed she's a girl.

WOMAN: Save her, Lord!

MAN: Yo, hallelujah!
Hallelujah!

Every Sunday, her grandmother
asks the church
to lay their hands on her

in order to pray away the gay.

MAN: Praise the Lord!

(CONGREGATION
SHOUTING AFFIRMATIONS)

MALCOLM: So, did it work?
You know.

I was watching
Justin Bieber
the other night

and I got a little moist.

Yeah?
So maybe.

That's just because
he's a little ho, though.

DIGGY: That's true.

He's a very pretty nigga.
JIB: Yes, he is.

What's up, boss?

NARRATOR: For most geeks,
a bad day might be

being the butt of jokes
in class,

the occasional food prank,
and the worst,
being beat up by a jock.

But when you live
in the Bottoms,

a bad day might be
accidentally getting killed.

Like Wytony Johnson,

who got shot buying
a pastrami cheeseburger

from Jimmy's Burger
on Centinela.

Hey! It's the Rollin 60s,
dumb-ass niggas!

(SCREAMING )

NARRATOR: The real tragedy is,

that he was seconds away
from defeating Ganon.

He had a hell of
a comic book collection.

Jib has been trying to
talk Wytony's mom into
giving them to him

for the past two weeks.

Malcolm, Jib and Diggy
don't play sports
and they aren't in a gang.

They're always
getting ridiculed
by their peers

because they're
into white shit,

like skateboards,
manga comics,
Donald Glover,

and for listening
to white shit

like TrashTalk,
TV On The Radio,

and for doing white shit

like getting good grades
and applying to college.

Malcolm, Jib and Diggy
used to be in
the school marching band,

but quit in protest
after refusing to play
the Harlem Shake.

They arranged to use
the music room during lunch

for their recently formed
punk band, Awreeoh.

One, two. One, two,
three, four!

(SINGING) Yeah

First day of school
Hey!

Good grades are cool

Trying to find
a new way to rule

And land a new major boo

My, my, is that why

Bumping young jeezy inside

I march to the beat
of my own drum

And tomorrow don't care
about the outcome

It's time to get live, live
I mean fucking live

Adrenaline on overdrive
Come on!

Life at home is
hard to survive
Come on, Jib!

Your friends come over
to give you a ride

Hey!
So hot,
you could evaporate rain

So much anger
but you don't feel the pain

Then you say,
'sup with this?

Storm out of
the door and scream

Fuck this shit!

I won't act like
a gangsta would

But no, you can't
fuck with my hood

It seems that lately

Your homeboy's
tried to play me

Stay acting shady

My ego might just make me

Go ahead

Go ahead

Make some noise

Make some noise

Go ahead

Go ahead

Make some noise
Make some noise

Hey, hey! You know
the program, niggas.

Hey, hey! You know
the program, niggas.

Shoe program.
Turn around.

Let me see what the fuck
you working with.

Oh, shit, man.

All these motherfuckers got small feet
around this bitch.

God damn!
Nigga, I don't know
why you was looking.

Hey-hey!
My nigga, my G.

Oh, man.

Where the fuck
you goin', man?

God damn!
What's up with you?

Hey, them last shoes
you gave me, man,
I was feeling them.

Classics. The Force 2s?
Yeah, I was liking those.

What's these you got on?

Bro, these are straight
from the flea market.

Shut the fuck up,
nigga.

These the J3s,
with the red mark
on 'em.

Oh, yes.
(CLAPPING)

Come up out
those right now.

Right now, nigga!
You speak English?

Do I got to beat the shit
out of you again
and take them?

Damn.

This nigga's speaking
African or some shit,

like he don't
speak what we speak.

This nigga always...

Hey!
(ALL SHOUTING)

Go, Dig! Come on!

Dig! Go!

Come on, Dig!

Oh, shit!

Hey, hey.
Hold up, hold up.

Get your fuckin'
hands off me, man!

Don't think I won't
beat your ass, Marquis!

I came up with your daddy.

You better ask him
about Stacey.

And see what's what
around this motherfucker!

Let's go, man.

I'm gonna get
the other one, you little,
bitch-ass nigga.

Go, man.

Malcolm, when I see stuff
like this personal essay,

I think you're not taking
the process seriously.

I'm... I'm taking it
seriously, Mr. Bailey.
I promise.

I'm talking about
something that I love.

I mean, it's well-reasoned,
supported with
historical data,

it shows creativity,
critical thinking.

If Neil deGrasse Tyson
was writing about Ice Cube,

this is what
it would look like.

I suggest you go
in a different direction.

Write something
personal about you.

Your family, your life.

I mean, I... I could
write about the typical,

"I'm from a poor,
crime-filled neighborhood,

"raised by a single mother,
don't know my dad..."
blah-blah.

It's cliché.

This here, this, this is...

This is creative.
This shows
that I'm different.

This is the kind of essay

that Harvard wants
from their students.

Malcolm, I'm gonna be
honest with you.

You're pretty damn arrogant.
You think you're gonna
get into Harvard?

Who do you think
you are, hmm?

You go to high school
in Inglewood.

To the admissions committee,
your straight A's,
they don't mean shit.

If you're really serious
about this exercise

and you're not
just wasting my time,

or yours,

then it's gonna be about
your personal statement,

your SAT scores,
your recommendations.

And most importantly,
your alumni
interview tomorrow.

Are you ready?

I'm ready.

You'd better be.

I just found out
you're interviewing
with Austin Jacoby.

He's from Inglewood too,

so he'll be able to relate
to your circumstances.

Jacoby Check Cashing?

Harvard? Really?

(CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry. They don't all
go on to be president.

NARRATOR: On this day,

their usual route home
is blocked by
a Blood gathering.

They were shooting a video
for their YouTube channel.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Well, where do
you want to go?

Some nigga really
needs to invent an app

like Waze to avoid
all these hood traps.

NARRATOR: The only way
to get home
is down 104th street.

But that's where
the dope dealers are,

who, for sport,
routinely try to
steal their bikes.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Go!
Hey, little nigga.

Such is the life of
a geek in the Bottoms.
Come here.

A daily navigation between
bad and worse choices.

Hey! Come here,
little nigga.

Yo, man.

I be seein' you
and your little friends

with y'all flattops
and MC Hammer pants,

riding around
in this shit,

looking like y'all came out
of a DeLorean or some shit.

Fuck is up with
that shit anyway?

You know, the '90s was like
the golden age of hip-hop.

Everything from
It Takes A Nation Of Millions

to The Blueprint
was killing it.

I guess me
and my friends just wish
we grew up back then.

It Takes a Nation
came out in '88.

Blueprint came out 2001.

What the fuck are you
talkin' 'bout right now?

Technically, um...

But, you know,
the spirit of the music
was definitely still '90s.

I mean, It Takes a Nation,
Straight Outta Compton,

Paid in Full
was ahead of their time.

And then you got Snoop,
Biggie, Wu-Tang.

They took the game
to the next level.

Blueprint was kind of like
the punctuation mark.

Let's not forget,
the '90s also gave us
Vanilla Ice, MC Hammer.

And we can't forget
about the Fresh Prince.

Everything in the '90s
wasn't great, but...

Oh, shit.

But you got to admit
Summertime was a classic.

What's your name,
little nigga?

Uh, it's Malcolm.

Look here, Malcolm.
I want you to do
a favor for me.

You see that green
apartment there in the
middle of the block?

There's a nice
little piece over there.

I want you to go up to her
and tell her that
Dom wants to talk to her.

Uh, that's... That's it?

Yeah, nigga.
Can you handle that?

Uh...

Yeah.

Get to pedalin', nigga.

Drop that up here.

(DOG BARKING)

Yeah.

(MAN AND WOMAN ARGUING)

You gonna say something
or just stare at me?

Um...

Dom says that he would
like you to come over
and talk to him.

Well, why don't
you tell Dom that
if he wants to talk to me,

he can come over here
and be a fucking man,

and not send
a little kid
to talk for him.

Tell him just like that.

She said that shit?

And that Dominique
was way cooler
before he became Dom.

And, um, that if you
think that she cares

about your dope money,
she... She doesn't.

Listen, tell her
that I'm throwing

a birthday party
at Verse tonight,

and I would really
enjoy the pleasure
of her company.

Go ahead, nigga.

You should, uh...
You should work
inside out.

Do the stuff
in the brackets first
and then square the sum.

Yep.

Okay. Thanks. (LAUGHS)

Oh! Um...

Dom says he's throwing
a birthday party
tonight at Verse.

Mmm-hmm.

He said he'd really love
the pleasure
of your company.

(SCOFFS)

That nigga did not
say that.

He did. I...

I swear. He...
(SIGHS)

Lord. (CLEARS THROAT)

Well, I'll go if you go.

I'll save you a dance.

JIB: You are going.

We are going.

She metaphorically showed
you her pussy and said,
"Come and fuck me."

Jib, um...
JIB: Mmm-hmm.

...this is Dom
we're talking about.

We're not going
to a drug dealer's
birthday party.

That's... You're trippin'.

We're in our senior year,
bitches. Okay?

It is time we started

expanding our horizons.
No.

Call your mom
and tell her you're...

You're studying late
at my place.

Come on. Dig? Huh?

Look, it's better than
what you normally do
at night, so...

(HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING ON CELLPHONE)

Mmm-hmm.

MAN: (SINGING)
Don't stop, pop that pussy

Oh, hey, ladies.
Hey, ladies.

Oh, hey, ladies.
Hey, ladies.

Oh, looking beautiful.

One, two and tres.

Been working on my spa...
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What you doing?

You let them in
without checking the list.

What's up?
(CHUCKLES)

Okay, uh, let me
educate you real quick.

I am the gatekeeper,
I'm the grandmaster,
the authority

in keeping a proper
nigga-to-ho ratio.

You understand
what I'm saying?

So unless you little niggas
got some pussies,

I'm gonna need
y'all to get the fuck...
I have one.

(LAUGHS)

I know y'all some bitches,
but you ain't got to
say you got pussies.

No, no, no, no.
She... She's a girl.

What?

(LAUGHS)

This little nigga's a bitch!

Like... Like Boys Don't Cry
like a motherfucker.

Remember when we
was seein' that shit?

Yeah, I remember that.

Nigga, what the fuck.
Let us in.

Oh, well, yeah, yeah.
You know, it's 21 and older.

I'm gonna need some ID,
some verification.

Uh. Uh.

Aw, wait.
Y'all don't have no IDs?

(GROANS) Sorry!
I'm gon' need y'all
to get the fuck off.

Come on.
Get the fuck off.

There's a Baskin-Robbins
down the street.
Enjoy yourselves.

Hey, man,
don't this dude look like

the dude that danced
in Santa Monica?

Breakdance?
Don't he look like...
What the fuck.

You're coming in, right?

BOUNCER: Get the fuck
outta here, man!

Get the fuck
outta here, man.

Old Coolio-looking
motherfucker.

Hey, baby.
You're looking good.

WOMAN: Oh, thank you.

Digs. Digs. Digs. Jib. Jib.
Come on, come on.

(MUSIC PLAYING IN CLUB)

Hey. Hey, Wait... Hey!

DOM: Yo, yo, yo. It's cool.
It's cool. Let 'em in.

Look, I...
I can't let you do that.

These kids are underage

and I cannot lose
my license tonight.

Not tonight.

I don't mind having
this discussion with you.

I actually enjoy
the thoughtful
exchange of ideas.

And you do bring
up a valid point.
Know what I'm sayin'?

But see, you put me in
a bit of a spot, nigga.

'Cause I can't have
you back-talkin' me
in front of my niggas

without at least
fuckin' your ass up.

You feel me?
Oh, look, you don't
have to do that.

I kind of do though.
I mean, I don't want to.
It's my birthday and shit.

But there's principles
to this shit,
and I'm a principled man.

Hey, look, they in, Dom.
It's all good.

I know they got in.
That's my point.

But I got this nigga
telling me what he

can't let me do and shit.
Like I give a fuck!

Man, if I let this shit slide,
we got what they call
a slippery slope.

You know what
a slippery slope is, nigga?

No. I don't... I don't
know what a slippery...

Anyone?
ALL: Mmm-mmm!

Do it got anything
to do with skiing?

Nigga, sit your
ass down, man.

I know using your brain
is a challenge and shit.

You said slope,
you ski on a slope...

You might fuck around,
give yourself a concussion.

It's a small event that leads
to a chain reaction of events

with unintended consequences

that were unforeseen
at the time
of the inciting event.

See, this is
a smart little nigga
right in here, bro.

You probably got one of them
"photogetic" brains
or some shit, huh?

(CHUCKLES) You mean
photographic memory?

Nigga, what I just say?

I mean, yeah, you said it.

I'm reiterating that...

I'm still a little
shaky on the concept.
(EXHALES)

Basically, if I let
this nigga slide, man,

then I'm going to have
the next nigga coming along,

thinking they can
pop off and shit,
you know what I'm sayin'?

And so on and so forth.

MAN: Damn!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh, shit.

Hey, little nigga,
you coming in?

Yo, it's cool.
You coming in, Malcolm?

(ECHOING) Nigga, come on.

Yeah.

Nigga, school's out.
What the fuck you
doing with a bag on?

Hey, throw this
behind the bar
for my little homey.

Yo, let me get
a round of shots.

Cheers.

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS)

MAN: (SINGING) I'll tell ya

Somethin' pissed me off

I don't walk around
talkin' 'bout it

Niggas wasn't into it

Then it started poppin' off

I'll tell ya

Somethin' pissed me off

I don't walk around
talkin' 'bout it

Niggas wasn't into it

Then it started poppin' off

Poppin' off

I'll tell ya

I'll

Niggas wasn't into it

Then it started poppin' off

Poppin' off

(SINGING)
You was in my position
wouldn't know what to do

(SINGING)
You was in my position
wouldn't know what to do

Mama says you
got it, endorse it

You rollin' me
'cause I'm getting' it

If I was a racket,
it would be...

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

Hey, Nakia.

Hi.

(LAUGHS)

So, are you gonna
ask me to dance or what?

These girls let it pour
These girls let it pour,
they let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

I think you said
something about me

being man enough
to come talk to you.

Can I have this dance, Nakia?

It's my birthday,
you know.

Hey, uh...

We were dancing, man.

(LAUGHS)

Kids say the
darnedest things,
don't they?

See, this is what happens
when you don't
spank your children.

Anyways...

Why do you have to
talk to him like that?

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

DOM: You look
nice tonight.
MAN: Dom.

MAN: (SINGING)
These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour

These girls let it pour
They let it pour

These girls let it pour
These girls let it pour

DE'ANDRE: Boom!
Damn, nigga, that was ill.

This nigga doesn't
know what hit him.
Check this nigga out.

He's walking his
jihad dog and shit,
scratching his nuts.

Yahtzee, nigga.
Oh, this shit crazy.

Yo, man, straight up,
I really used to think
Obama was a bitch, man.

Drones, though, nigga?

That's some gangsta shit.
I need one of
them motherfuckers.

(ALL LAUGH)

That shit ain't funny.

It's fucked up if you
really think about it.

How, nigga?
He killing all them
al-Qaidas and shit.

Nigga, that ain't
all that gets killed.

And that nigga's saying
he can
drone-strike Americans too.

They killed an American
working with them niggas
in Yemen.

Man, he was
a terrorist, dawg.
So it's like set trippin'.

You can't
decide to be a Blood,

and then get mad
if the Crips try to
kill you and shit.

Man, all I'm saying is,

this shit started
somewhere like Pakistan
or some shit.

And before you know it,
they'll start saying
that we're the terrorists.

They're gonna have planes
riding all around Inglewood,

droppin' bombs on
Crenshaw and shit, man.

Ah! Slippery slope.

DOM: Exact, nigga.

Shit, I wish a nigga
would try to fly
drones in my hood.

Fuck that.
Hell yeah.

MAN: I wish I would see
one of them motherfuckers
in Inglewood, man.

For real. Don't let them
niggas come to my hood.

DOM: What you got there?

Breakfast club, nigga.

Molly Ringwald.

So, this the latest
and greatest shit, huh?
Yes, sir.

Pure as a nun's pussy.
Know what I'm sayin'?

This ain't like
that ghetto shit

y'all niggas been
fucking with either, man.

This is that A-1 shit.

Yeah, A.J. say
you ready to move out

the D-League
and move up to the NBA.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNS FIRING)

(SONG PLAYING)
People want my power

And they want my station

Stormed my winter palace

But they couldn't take it

SWAT OFFICER:
LAPD! Drop your weapons!

Oh, shit.

Whoo! Jesus!

Get the fuck out of here!
Let's move. Go!

Tryin' to pull a full-on
Your gas won't go

MALCOLM: Nakia! Nakia.

Lookin' for your ticket
Now let's all go

(SIREN BLARING)

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

(JIB WHISTLES)

Malcolm!

Shit.

Come on. I drove.

Thanks for helping me.

Most of those niggas
just saw me and
stepped over me.

Luckily for you, I'm not
one of those niggas.

Oh, really?

What are you, then?

I don't know.

I'm just...
I'm black as fuck, right?

(LAUGHS)

I guess I'm just
used to hearing that

niggas don't listen to this,
niggas don't do that,

niggas don't go to college
unless they play ball
or whatever.

It's just time to accept it.

I'm just not
one of those niggas.

Well, me neither, then.

'Cause I'm going to college.

Just got to get my GED first.

That's what
you were studying for.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

If I pass, I'll go to
El Camino or Santa Monica
or something.

Transfer to Dominguez
or Northridge.

Well, you shouldn't
sell yourself short.

You could do better.

You hardly know me.
So how can you say that?

I can just tell.

You shouldn't settle
for what's expected.

Like Dom, right?

I...
(CHUCKLES)

I didn't say that.

Don't try and be slick.

You're trying to
block him.

So, you two...
(CHUCKLES)

You guys...
It's complicated.

But trust me,
he's got nothing on you.

You probably got
all the girls lined up
asking you to prom and shit.

You making fun of me?

No, no.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I didn't go
to my prom.

You didn't go
to your prom?
Seriously.

I had one guy ask me.
Anthony Davis.

And he fucking stood me up.

I didn't even care
about missing prom.

I was more mad about
not going to Six Flags
the next day.

All my friends had dates.
I didn't want to go alone.

Would you want to
go to prom with me?

(CHUCKLES)

I mean, I...

I know that I'm not
complicated or... But...

It's just with
studying and all,

I don't think
I'll have time.

But thank you.

What if I helped you study?

And what if
you passed the GED?

Would you go with me then?

I'll think about it.

Okay.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

JIB: Three words.

Did you fuck?

Did you fuck?

Oh, man,
you're a pussy, nigga.
Come on, man.

She let me feel her titties
and finger-bang her.

Bullshit.
No, I'm dead-ass serious.

Smell my fingers.

(SNIFFS)
I don't smell shit.
Yeah!

Just cream.
You never
smelled pussy before.

Wait. I have.

I don't smell shit.

See, she don't
smell shit either.

'Cause you only
know your pussy.

Exactly!
(BEEPS)

Wait, wait, wait. Hold it.
Whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute.
You two go back through,
one at a time.

One at a time.

What's getting into you?

Come on.

(BEEPING)
(BARKING)

Hey, hey. Calm down.

Go. Everybody else wait.
Turn around, go back.

We got to do pat-downs.
The machine is broke.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Yo, yo, yo.
Oh, shit!

What's wrong? What?

Oh, shit.

Fuck!

Is that real?

Boy, how'd you
get this shit?

I have no fucking clue, Jib.
No fucking clue.

What do you mean
you don't have
a fucking clue?

I have no fucking clue
where that gun came from.

Or the drugs.

SWAT OFFICER:
Drop your weapons!

Oh, shit.

Get the fuck outta here.
Let's move. Go!

Last night at
the fucking party.

At the party.
Dom put that shit
in my bag. Had to be.

JIB: Well, we got to
get rid of it, then.

You know? Dump it, or...
Yeah.

Or take it to the police.
Yeah. Let's take it
to the police.

Are you joking?

You want three niggas

to take a bag full of dope

and a gun to
the fucking police station?

Like, "Here you go"?
I...

And you don't expect Dom
to find out who snitched?

Well, what do you
wanna do with it?

Yo, that's a lot of weight.

It's like 20, 30 keys.
I don't know.

It's a lot of shit, right?

I don't know, Dig.

I don't know
anything about this shit.

All I know is
Jeezy paid LeBron
and Jay paid Dwyane Wade.

What?

He was talking
about dope?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Shit.

(STUTTERS) I answered it.

MALCOLM: You did what?
I don't want that shit.

DIGGY: Oh!
Shit.

Hello?
THE VOICE:
Who the fuck is this?

Um, who is this?

This the nigga
that's gonna fuck you up,
you keep asking questions.

Now, who the fuck is this?

I prefer not to say.

Okay, I see how we
gonna do this, then.

If this ain't
a nigga named Malcolm
at Yukon and 104th street,

then I'm gonna kill your ass.

How do you know
where I am?

Find an iPhone.

Steve Jobs'
a motherfucking genius.
Oh, shit.

Now, if this
a nigga named Malcolm,
say, "Damn right."

Otherwise, click-click-boom.

Damn right. Damn right,
my name is Malcolm.

Malcolm. Malcolm!

How you feeling, man?

Dom told me
there was a mix-up.

You accidentally took
my lunch. That true?

Took your lunch?

Yeah, my lunch.

A nigga hungry.
Yes. Yes, I...
Yeah. Uh-huh.

Baloney sandwich.
Mmm-hmm.

Baloney.
It got cheese on it?

Yeah.
Mmm-hmm.

We talking about
the same sandwich, nigga?

'Cause I ain't
ask for no cheese.

I find that my
fucking sandwich
got cheese on it,

I'm gon' kill your ass.

(STUTTERS)

I don't know.

You just... You know,
there's a bag and...
(MAN LAUGHS)

What? What?

You're the one
wanted to get all cute,
talkin' 'bout

baloney sandwiches and shit.

I just asked you
if you had my lunch.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.
You're right.

Your lunch. It's right here.
I'm looking at it right now.

Coolio.

Now, after school,
you're gon' see
a red El Camino parked,

and this
handsome-ass nigga inside.

That ain't Lance Gross, nigga.
That's yours truly.

Just walk up,
hand me the baloney sandwich
and be on your way.

You have a nice,
happy, productive life

with a hell of
a story to tell.

You got it?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Red El Camino
after school. Cool.

It's almost over,
little nigga. You did good.

What the fuck did we
get ourselves into, man?

I don't see it.

Where is it?

Yo, he's over there.

MALCOLM: Where?
DIG: To the right.

MALCOLM: Oh, I see him.

You good?
Yeah. Yeah, let's go.

You good? All right.
Yeah.

He asked for you alone,
you know?

I got your back and all.

It's just I don't wanna
mess with his
explicit instructions.

You'll be fine, bro.

Right?

You're just dropping it off.
You're good.

He's good. He's good.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Uh...

Hey. Yeah.

I'm, uh...
I got your lunch.

I'm walking to
the red El Camino right now.

DOM: (OVER PHONE)
What you say?

Who's this?

This is Dom, man.

Look, do you have
what I left in the backpack?

Yeah. Yeah.
You in the red El Camino?

What the fuck
you talking about?

Somebody called me earlier
saying I need to
bring him the sandwich.

Nigga, why the fuck
are you talking about
sandwiches right now?

The... The backpack.

He... The guy, he said
that I needed to bring
it to him after school.

He'd be in
a red El Camino.

(SIGHS)

Yo, McFly,

I want you to listen
to what I'm about to
tell you right now.

Somebody snitched.

I'm in county right now.
I don't know
who the fuck called you.

There's two possibilities.

Either the motherfucker
in the El Camino is po-po.

As soon as you
give him the package,
he gon' arrest you.

Or that
motherfucker's the snitch.

In that case,
he'll take the package,
kill you,

then I'm headed to Chino
with a price on my head.

Look, I'm gonna
need you to trust me

right about now,
you understand?

Do not take that
backpack to the nigga

in the whip,
else we both fucked.
Hear me?

I'm gonna text you
this address.

Go there, ask for A.J.
Tell him it's about
the boys club.

Give him the package.
Tell him it's from me.
You hear me?

Nigga, run. Get the fuck
out of there, nigga.

Run. Go now!
Get the fuck out of there!
Oh, shit.

Go!
Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.

DIGGY: Go! Let's go!
Come on!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

DIGGY: Go, Jib!

Get the fuck
back over here!

MALCOLM:
Oh, shit!

Let's go! Let's go!
Move the fucking car!

Let's go!

Come on!

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

JIB: Yo, man,
what the hell happened?

Who the fuck was that?

Dom.
What?

Dom! That nigga
called me

and said that
the nigga that
called earlier

isn't with him.
(TIRES SCREECH)

Well, then who is he?

(CAR APPROACHING)
Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

DIGGY: How the fuck
did they find us?

Yo, let's go.

Jib! Dig! Bus!

There. Right here.
Right ahead.

It's that bus.
It's that bus.

Right there. Right there.
They on that bus!

Let's go, let's go,
let's go.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Open the fucking door!

Open the fucking
door, bitch!

(PASSENGERS EXCLAIM)

You see
three little niggas

get on this bus
a couple stops ago?

I don't know.
Lot of young niggas
get on this bus.

Don't get smart.
I'm just asking you

a motherfucking question,
all right?

Man, I don't see shit
but the road.

(TABLET BEEPING)

He's here.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

Is it you? Huh?

Is it you, huh?
Is it fuckin' you?

(GASPS)

FEMALE VOICE: (ON PHONE)
Congratulations.

You have found
your iPhone.

Damn.

MAN: (SINGING) It's yours

Whose world is this?

The world is yours
The world is yours

This world is mine,
it's mine

Whose world is this?

It's yours

This world is mine,
it's mine

Whose world is this?

The world is yours
The world is yours

This world is mine,
it's mine

Whose world is this?

I sip the Dom P
watching Gandhi
till I'm charged

Then writin' in
my book of rhymes

All the words
past the margin

To hold the mike
I'm throbbin'

Mechanical movement

Understandable smooth shit
that murderers move with

The thief's theme

Play me at night
they won't act right

The fiend of hip-hop
has got me stuck

Like a crack pipe

The mind activation
react like I'm facing time

Like Pappy Mason
With pens I'm embracin'

Maybe they're
not here.
Whose world is this?

The world is yours
The world is yours

This world is mine,
it's mine

Whose world is this?

Yo, Lily,
what are you doing

opening the door
butt-ass naked for?

Excuse my dumb-ass
sister, man.

What up?

Are you A.J.?

No, that's my dad.

I need to
speak to him.

It's about boys club.

Right. Right.

Uh, well, my dad's
at his office for
a couple of hours.

But y'all can
hang out here

until he gets back
if you want.

Um...
No.

You know...

Hey, you wanna
come in?
MALCOLM: Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Y'all come in.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

You Piru?
Crenshaw Mafia?

Uh...

I'm just Malcolm.

That's your hood, though.
Right? Right?

Fuck crab-ass niggas!
(MUSIC STOPS)

Yeah.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah.
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

In the guest house is
where I got my studio.

That's where I lay down
my tracks.

(SINGING) This world
is mine, it's mine

Whose world is this?

The world is yours
The world is yours

This world is mine,
it's mine

Whose world is this?

It's yours

This world is mine,
it's mine

Whose world is this?

Yo, the world is yours
The world is yours

This world is mine,
it's mine

Whose world is this?

It's yours

JALEEL: I fuck around
with it, you know.
I do my little thing.

My style is, I'm like
a Dilla meets a No I. D.

With a little bit of
splash of Rick Rubin.

Right.
Know what I mean?

I actually got
something that I did
the other day.

Check this out.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(RAPPING) Yeah,
ridin' in my whip
Left on Imperial

Hos trying to milk a nigga
Just like bereal...

(RAPPING STOPS)
Wait. "Bereal"?

Yeah, what the
fuck is "Bereal"?
(CHUCKLES)

Oh, shit. Look.
I meant "Cereal."

But that's how much I
hate crab-ass niggas.
You know what I mean?

'Cause my mind,
it thinks these C-words,

but my mouth won't
let me say them.

Okay, so, you replace words
that start with C's with B's?

Like Crip dyslexia.

Criplexia.

But only soft C's,
'cause you said
"Crab" no problem.

That's true.
Why won't your mind
tell your mouth

to say "Brab"
instead of "Crab"?

I don't know.

It's a case-by-case thing.

(STUTTERS) Not
"Base-by-base"?

See, you would think
this hard "C"

would be the issue,
but no.

That's interesting.

Fuck y'all. I'm just tryin'
to rep my set. That's it.

(CHUCKLING) Ladera
doesn't have a set.

What the fuck you mean?

(MALCOLM STAMMERING)

Huh? Does that make me
any less of a nigga
than y'all?

ALL: No.

Because my dad was
from the Bottoms.
Yeah.

My uncle, everybody
on my side reppin'
the Inglewood family.

'Cause that's
where my heart is.
MALCOLM: Yeah.

Even though my...
My body's right here.
MALCOLM: Mmm-hmm.

It's cool. (CHUCKLES)

It's "Bool." (CHUCKLES)

(SNICKERS)

Fuck all y'all.

'Cause I was in a good mood
and shit, all right.

(SINGING) Can't
bring me down
Oh-ay-oh

What was that?

A song that we...

You just reminded us
of something we was writing.

"Was"? Let's...
Let's get to it.

What you mean?
(CHUCKLES)
Let's record.

Let's record what?
The song.

Quit fucking around.
Come on.

(SINGING) I'm eating good
Oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down
Oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down
Oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down
Oh-ay-oh

I'm in a good mood
Oh-oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down
Oh-oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down
Oh-oh-ay-oh

Can't bring me down
Oh-ay-oh

Randy.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Check this out.

Little niggas.
Got 'em.

(ENGINE STARTING)
I know y'all hungry.

If you want,
you can just help
yourself to my fridge.

Or I could have Marta
cook us up something.

Ooh! Can she cook
chili-cheese fries?

Chili-cheese fries. Yeah.

Marta! Yeah.

Right?
Where you get 'em at?

Jimmy's Burgers
on Centinela and
Inglewood avenue.

Yes, um, cuatro órdenes
de chili-cheese fries

at Jimmy's Burgers
on Centinela and Inglewood.

(LAUGHING)

Niggas, let's roll.

You coming, Malcolm?

No, I think
I'm gonna stay here.

(SINGING) I'm your drug, baby
Come and take a dose of me

So, you're a boy
from the hood?

(STRUMMING)

Good thing you found
the boys club

and have such
an amazing mentor
as my father.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm bored as fuck.

Will you play with me,
my little boy from the hood?

Yeah.

Yeah, we...

I can...

Well, what do you
want to play?

How about we play
Mother May I?

You remember
that game, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Go ahead.
Ask me a question.

Um...

What's your name?

(CHUCKLES) Lily.

No, you're supposed to
ask me something like,

"Mother, may I
take two steps?"

If I say yes, you take
two steps toward me.

Or I may say,

"No, you have to take
three steps back."

Now it's my turn to
ask the questions.

Okay.

Got it?

Yeah.

May I take off
my clothes?

Yeah.

Yeah.

May I walk over to you?

Yeah.

May I touch you?

(SOFTLY) Yes.

Are you a virgin?

No.

Don't.

Don't do that.

There are too many liars

and bullshitters in
this house, Malcolm.

I can tell
you're not like that.

Not like him.

Don't start now, okay?

Okay.

Yes, I'm a virgin.

I got to pee.

Jaleel keeps rubbers
over there.

I want you ready
when I get back.

Go.

Can we get some
chili-cheese fries?

Some burgers too.

All right, we'll get...

Yo, can I get
a grilled cheese?

What the fuck is this?

We got a problem, Blood?

Listen to this motherfuckin'
Abercrombie & Fitch-ass nigga.

You little niggas
were supposed to
deliver my lunch today.

After school.

Now, I need my shit.

Right now, nigga.
Right now.

What the fuck are you even
talking about, nigga?

You hungry?

She's right there.
Order some shit.

Order some shit?
See, first of all,

you do not know me, bro.
(GUN COCKS)

Let me tell you
what's going down.
All right?

We're gon' order our food.

And then you can
order your lunch

or whatever the fuck else.

A'ight? Then we gonna
keep it pushin'.

MALCOLM: Where is my bag?

Yo.
What's in the backpack?

That's for my dad, right?

Fuck.

Lily.

Lily.

Lily?

What the fuck?
What are you doing?

Look... You don't
know what you...

This is your...
Oh, my God!

This can't even be happening.
Look, look at you.

Come on... What is
wrong with you?

Have you ever
fucked on Molly?

Um, I haven't fucked
on anything. Remember?

(MOANS)

Okay.

(CHUCKLING)
Okay. All right.

(MALCOLM SCREAMING)

What the fuck!

You... You threw up on me!

It's everywhere!
It's all in my mouth!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Who the fuck is this?

Son of a...
Why are you
yelling at me?

I don't know you, Mr. Bailey,
but you're being very rude.

What the fuck!
Bye.

Yes, this is Malcolm.

Malcolm! Come here.

Yes, can I
reschedule, please?

Mr. Bailey, come on...

Fuck!

Wait. Wait.

I have to go.
I have to go.
Wait. We're not done yet.

Where are you going?
Stop being so mean.
I have to go.

I spaced
on my college interviews!

I spaced
on my college interviews.

I only have 20 minutes
to get down there

or my whole life
is fucked.

I'll take you.

What?

I'll take you.

MALCOLM: Oh, shit! Lily!

Lily! Lily, get up! Oh!

Oh, Lily!
It's a stop sign!
Lily, stop.

Stop! Stop!
(BRAKES SCREECH)

(HORN BLARING)

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Lily.

Lily!

Lily!
I got to pee!
I got to pee!

Get out of my house!
Let me use the toilet!

Lily! Get back!

Lily!

I got to pee!
I got to pee!
I got to pee!

(TIRES SCREECHING)
(HORN HONKING)

I got to pee! I got to pee!
I got to pee! I got to pee!

(SINGING) As I come back

As I did it, yo,
I had to beg your pardon

When I travel to the sun
I roll with the squadron

Rrrrrroaw, rrrrroaw
Like a dungeon dragon

Change your little drawers
'cause your pants are saggin'

Try to step to this
I will twist you in a turban

And have you smellin' ripe
like some old stale urine

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

What the fuck?

(SINGING) Heel up, wheel up
Bring it back, come rewind

What the fuck?

(SINGING) Here we go, yo

So what's the, what's the
What's the scenario?

Tell you what's going down.
We gon' order our food.

And then you can
order your lunch

or whatever the fuck else.

A'ight? Then we
gonna keep it pushin'.

Yeah?

(GUNSHOT)

THE VOICE:
Shut your fuckin'...

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

JIB: Diggy, fries,
fries, fries!

(GRUNTING)

I want my
motherfucking dope!

I want my fucking dope!

Shit, where the
fuck is Jaleel?

Fuck!
That was our ride.
What the...

JIB: Run, run, run!

Freeze! Down on your knees!
Keep your hands up!

(SINGING)
So what's the, what's the
What's the scenario?

What the fuck?

(SINGING)
So what's the, what's the
What's the scenario?

Here we go, yo
Here we go, yo

So what's the, what's the
What's the scenario?

Here we go, yo
Here we go, yo

So what's the, what's the
What's the scenario?

RECEPTIONIST:
Mr. Jacoby's just wrapping up
a staff meeting.

RECEPTIONIST:
Mr. Jacoby's just wrapping up
a staff meeting.

He'll be a few minutes.

MALCOLM: Dom?

Is that... Is that Dom?

Oh, shit.

Austin Jacoby.

Nice to meet you,
Malcolm.

Take a seat.
Come on, relax.

So, uh,
Malcolm Adekanbi.

Did I pronounce that right?

Yeah? Great.

You're Nigerian.

My dad, um...

He... He went
back to Nigeria
before I was born.

Sorry to hear that.

I know what it's like
to grow up without a father.

That's why I spend
a lot of time

and a lot of money
with the boys club.

Those, uh, those kids...

Are they your kids?

Yes, they are.

Not too much older
than you.

So you know Dominique?

Excuse me?

You... You probably
know him as Dom.

No. Sorry.
Why do you ask?

Dom gave me something

to deliver to someone.

As crazy as it seems,

I think that someone is you.

This Dom person,

what did he say that

I should have to do
with this delivery?

I don't know.

I just know that he told me
to deliver it to A.J., so...

And why did you do it?

I didn't have a choice.

Oh, come on, Malcolm. Come on.
You always have a choice.

You could have done
a lot of things
with that package.

You're a smart kid.
I'm sure you thought
about all of them.

But you chose to
make the delivery
for this Dom person...

Because you thought it was,
what, in your best interest?

So, you should
take responsibility

for the choice
that you've made.

Now, you know I'm not
the person or persons

for whom this delivery
was intended.

Something happened
along the way.

It's like, uh, Amazon.

If you order a Rick Ross
or Macklemore CD...

I would not order
a Macklemore CD.

That wouldn't happen.

All right. Who, then?

Casey Veggies.

Casey Veggies?
That's... That's an artist?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay. All right.

So, you order
a Casey Veggies CD
from Amazon, right?

No, you don't order
a Casey Veggies CD.

You just go online
and you download it.

Yeah, okay. All right.

But you are aware
that Amazon does
ship discs, right?

And if you
order that disk

and it does not come
in a timely fashion,

you're gonna call them
and you're gonna say,
"Where's my stuff?"

And Amazon has to
assume responsibility.

But it's just one CD.

But what if it's 100 orders
and 100 CDs don't show up?

Or a thousand? Or 10,000?

It's a slippery slope.

Slippery slope.

So, Amazon has got to assume

the full cost of the loss.

But most importantly,

they have to deal
with the loss of
their reputation.

A reputation that has taken
a long time to build.

You understand
what I'm saying?

So let's do this.

Let's reschedule
this interview

for a few weeks from now.

Give it a little time.

Go out there.

Make the delivery
for which you have
claimed responsibility

to the appropriate
consumers,

so that the suppliers
of this product can be whole.

Metaphorically speaking,
of course.

If you're able to do this,

it shows me more about you
than any interview ever could.

And I would then
make it my business

to make you a man of Harvard.

AUSTIN: I want you to
get out of the Bottoms
just like I did.

I know from growing up there,
it's very, very dangerous.

And that your family
or your friends

could get killed
at any moment

just by being in
the wrong place
at the wrong time.

I'd hate for that
to happen to you...

Or any of your family members.

Getting on?

Looks like you and I had
the same kind of day.

How'd the interview go?

Okay.

Well, sit down.

My shift's almost over.
I'll take you home.

MALCOLM: Thanks, Mom.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) A junkie
walking through the twilight

I'm on my way home

I left three days ago

But no one seems
to know I've gone

Home is where the hatred is

Home is filled with pain

And it might not be
such a bad idea

If I never

Never went home again

Tried to heal
my broken heart

And it might not be
such a bad idea

If I never

If I never went home again

Home again, home again

Home again

Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it

Kick it, quit it, kick it

Can't go home again

Home again, home again

(INAUDIBLE)

WOMAN: The incident
took place today at
Seven Bucks coffee,

apparently the side effects
of the popular club drug
MDMA, or "Molly."

Tannehill James was a witness
to this bizarre scene.

So, I'm here at
the Seven Bucks,

drinking my
vanilla chai latte,

and eating me
some pound cake.

'Cause you know niggas
don't eat scones, right?

When all of a sudden,
this crazy little
naked ho comes up,

and she squatted down
right in front of me
and she pissed right there.

I swear to God.

Pissed right there
for a long time.

So, now, you tell me
how am I supposed
to eat my pound cake

after witnessing
something like that?

WOMAN: Reporting live,
Karen Myetta, Channel 10 news.

MALE ANCHOR: Up next,
a fight over lunch turns
deadly in Inglewood.

Did he actually say,
"I'll kill you

"and your friends
if you don't sell
these drugs"?

Or just you? What?

Don't act like
you weren't curious, too.

Not directly.

He was talking about Amazon

and Rick Ross CDs
not getting to
their customers.

Niggas don't even
buy CDs anymore, dawg.

Jib, that's not
the fucking point!

Are you gonna go
and sell on the corner?

'Cause we're
a bunch of bitches, man.

Speak for yourself, Jib.
Yes.

I am a bitch-ass nigga.
I don't give a fuck.

I own that shit.
Who are you trying
to impress, Diggy?

We're talking
about Molly, Jib,
not fucking heroin.

All we got to do is
find the white people.

Go to Coachella,
Lollapalooza.
Yeah, yeah.

We can backpack
and hitchhike

and sing
Mumford & Sons songs

and all that
folk fucking shit.

Fuck you. Okay?
I'm just saying
it could work.

JIB: Yeah, yeah.
Why stop there, you know?
Why not hit Bonnaroo also?

MALCOLM: Bitcoins.

That's how we do it.
DIGGY: Do what?

Oh, shit.

There's these sites
where you can...

You can sell everything

from fake credit cards
to illegal guns and drugs.

And they use bitcoins
so they can't be traced.

We don't have to
stand on any corner.

Dark web. Could work.

Way better than Coachella.

Guys, the FBI can track us.
The police...

No, they can't.
Uh-uh.

Not if you use
a Tor browser.

What the fuck is that?

Onion routing.

Layered encryptions.

It's like a game
of Whac-a-Mole

with thousands
of computers.

What the fuck
is a Whac-a-Mole?

Look, these dark web sites

run off these
secret IP addresses.

Like LulzSec-level shady.

We need to find one somehow.

(SINGING) We be to rap
What key be to lock

NARRATOR: William
Ian Sherwood III.

Musician, scholar,
rake, entrepreneur,
conspiracy theorist.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(SINGING) But
I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat
I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat
I'm cool like dat

I'm cool like dat
I'm cool

NARRATOR: Malcolm,
Jib and Diggy

met William at Band Camp
three years ago.

Yo, if you niggas
need some weed,

I got you. Good shit.
Fair prices.

NARRATOR: William assured
them that he the used
the word "Nigga"

only as
a term of endearment,

as explained by Q-Tip
in the classic song,
Sucka Nigga.

That's your room
right there.

NARRATOR: After that,
they all hit it off.

Though he never used that word
in front of them again.

The mission at Band Camp
was to give kids from
different backgrounds

a chance to exchange
music and experiences
unique to their cultures.

Wait. Okay, so you're saying
white girls will suck dick,

yet still claim
they're virgins?

(LAUGHING) Yeah, man.

I'm serious.
Really?

Dude, check it.
I've been getting head

since I was,
like, 12, all right?

I've been
hitting hos in the ass
since I was, like, 14.

It's true, man.

These chicks will
let you fill any hole,
except the pussy,

with a dick, no problem.

So, technically,
you're still a virgin too.

Yeah.
Right.

But here's something to
wrap your brain around, man.

I've never
had intercourse
with a pussy.

JIB: Mmm-hmm.

Only asshole
and oral. Okay?
JIB: Mmm-hmm.

So the question isn't,
"Am I technically a virgin?"

What the question
could be is,

"Am I technically gay?"

Oh. That's deep, nigga.

Yeah. I don't know.

NARRATOR:
William went to
(BLEEP) prep school,

where he smoked
a pound of weed a week,
skipped classes,

and had a 1. 9 GPA,

yet got a perfect
score on his SAT.

He was accepted to
his father's alma mater
under academic probation,

which meant he had to maintain
a 3. 0 grade point average.

So, William hacked
into the (BLEEP) database,

erasing all grades
from the entire
freshman class.

(SINGING) We out

Small-batch, craft-brewed,
40-ounce malt liquor.

(SINGING) It ain't
nothin' like that

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

NARRATOR: That same year,
he achieved his dream

of having sex
with a black girl.

You ever fucked
on Molly before?

No.

Hey, nah,
it's good, man.

It's like...
It's like being
fucked by God.

(SINGING) I'm no joke
when I stroke for a client

You know,
everybody is going to
Black Market Reloaded

You know,
everybody is going to
Black Market Reloaded

and a bunch of
smaller sites.

But, dude,
that shit is getting
mad sketchy now.

If you nigga...

If you guys want drugs,

I can get you good shit

way less expensive
than online.

Nigga, we don't
need to buy anything.

We need to set up
a store to sell.

What? Nah, really, dude.
What can I get you, man?

I'm dead-ass
serious, nigga.

Dead-ass serious.

Okay.

Okay.
All right. Wait.

'Cause this is
ridiculous, man.

Why the fuck,
after all these years,

you can call me N-word
and I can't say it?

Yo, look, we already
went over this.

I'll have to slap
the shit out of you again.

I don't want to do that.

See, that's not even right.
I mean, like, really.

You know I'm not
the one, all right?
This is all love here.

Look, let's...
Let's get back.

Hey, you asked me to
do something for you.

I'm like, "What?" I'm down.
I don't give a fuck.

Because you're my people,
all right? You're my n...

And this is where
I would insert that word.

It's nothing personal.
You're still my nigga.

But I got to slap
the shit out of you
based on principle.

Let's get back to
what's goin' on.
No, no, no. Wait. Principle?

Okay, you want
to talk principle.

What about Jib here, man?

This dude isn't
African-American.

He's like fucking Latino
or Moroccan or some shit.

MALCOLM: Where's this
conversation going?

Technically, he shouldn't
be able to say the word.

Why can he use it?
Okay. Because
I'm 14% African.

Four... 14?
That doesn't...

Shit, I'm probably 14%.

I am 14% African.
Ancestry.com.

Look, we don't give a fuck.

For real?
Just say the
damn word, okay?

It doesn't matter.
It's cool, right?

I don't give a shit.
DIGGY: I give a fuck.

Don't say that shit.
I will slap the shit
out of you.

No, no, no. No, you won't

because you have been
outvoted by your peers.

I'm George W. Bush.
I don't give a fuck
what the vote says.

Dig.
What the fuck?

Let him say it.

(SIGHS)

All right, you can say it.

Thank you.

And I appreciate that.
I really do.

Now, like a nigga
was saying...

What the fuck!

(LAUGHS)
WILL: What the fuck?

What the fuck?
Yo, it was a reflex.

Reflex?
A fuckin' reflex?
Dig!

It won't happen again.
I'm sorry.

Look. Will,
we need your help
to sell this shit.

That's why we're here.

Whoa. How did
you guys get this?

It's a long story, man.

We need to know
if you're gonna
help us.

Why? I mean, you guys
could set that type
of shit up easily.

Nah, nigga, not like you.
Okay?

I need to go ghost.
None of this shit
can point back to me.

The type of protection
I need for this shit
requires a hacker.

Anon shit.

You broke into
the fucking USC database.

Hey, hey. No,
no, no. Okay?

Samo did that.
I don't know shit,
all right?

Whatever, nigga.

Look, we don't know
shit about selling dope.

Nothing.

Nothing about the units,
the terminology,

the pricing.
None of that shit.

I don't even know how much
this fucking bag is worth.

You do.

(SUCKS TEETH)

Okay.

But if this is
a Samo-type job,

man, I can't just
do this as a favor.

What do you want?
A percentage
of the profits?

Fuck that.

Pay me in Molly.

(SINGING) Slam!

Cut up the shit.
You're gonna want
to measure it out...

So you can
bag it up in grams,
sell it that way.

But, you know,
what a lot of the kids

are liking nowadays
is the pill form.

Da-duh-duh
Let the boys be boys

Slam, da-duh-duh
Da-duh-duh

So, where we
setting up shop?

Here.

Here?

Yeah. Here.

Are you fuckin'
retarded?

No. It's actually
genius, bro.

MALCOLM: We have
a science lab.

We want to enter the
Google Science Fair.

All we need you to do
is open up the science labs,

and we can do
everything else.

(BEEPING)

WILL: Don't lose
that shit, okay?

MALCOLM: We have
a computer lab which
nobody ever uses.

(SINGING) I'm eating good

Can't bring me down

MALCOLM: And all the supplies
laying around the band room

would be perfect
for shipping.

(FEEDBACK)

(SINGING) Can't bring me down

And the best part,
watch.

(SINGING) Can't
bring me down

Oh-ee-oh
(BARKING)

(MACHINE BEEPS)
But not them probably
black on the outside

White in the middle

I want to feel love
I want to just giggle

Nobody's going to
suspect a thing.

We're just geeks
doing what geeks do.

I'm eating good

Right? That's what
I'm saying, bro.

You're into it, bro.

Can't bring me down

(LAUGHING) What's up?

Yo.
What's up?

Hey, congratulations
on getting the store set up.

Now, uh, we got to
get you guys some
customers, right?

Yeah.

Check it out.
My house is having a party.

We could use a cool band.

(SINGING) Who the jiggy nigga
with the gold links?

Okay. Say we're, like...

Okay. Say we're, like...

What about
if you're quoting,
like, rap lyrics?

Say we're all listening
to The Chronic, Doggystyle.

We're all rapping along.

Like, what are we
supposed to say?

(SINGING) 'Cause
I never hesitate to put
an N-word on his back

I'm sorry.
That's bullshit, dude.
Yes.

What about
the artist's intent?

Dude, that is exactly
what I'm talking about, man.

Dude, I saw your bitch,
Lily, on YouTube.

Okay. Well, Lily is not
my bitch anymore, so...

Hey, then can I
get at her, dude?

'Cause I got to find out
what she was on.

Nigga, I don't give
a fuck. All right?

Go for it, dude.
Hey, but for real,
she was using this.

MALCOLM: Um...

Mike check.
One, two. One, two.

Um, hi.

I'm Malcolm Ad-rock
on guitar.

We've got Diggity Diggy Dawson
on the drums,

and we've got
Steel-faced Bobblehead Jibby
right here on the bass, huh.

MAN: Play something,
Fresh Prince!

All right.
We are Awreeoh.

We're about to
turn it up, okay?

One, two.
One, two, three, four.

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

(CHIMING CONTINUES)

(CHIMING CONTINUES)

MALCOLM: (SINGING)
You keep jumpin'' around
in my face, you know

Yet you hang around
you see every show

But you just make me weak
I'm about to explode

(CHIMING FASTER)

What the fuck?

Fight one little
monkey critical

Put you out with the rest
of the shit to go

Yeah
(CHIMES)

You tried my patience

'Cause I'm so nice

You think it's safe, yeah

My adrenaline is racing

You may not
see it in my face

But don't mess with me

I'm not in the mood, dude

Don't mention me
I'm not in the mood, dude

Ain't got an attitude, dude
I'm just not in the mood, dude

I ain't do nothin'
to you, dude

I don't deserve it
Don't need it

Don't get deleted

Bitch, don't get deleted

Yeah, don't get deleted

Bitch, don't get deleted

(CHANTING)
Diggy, Diggy, Diggy!

Don't get deleted

Don't mess with me

I'm not in the mood, dude

Yo, fuck Molly, dawg!
It's all about that Lily, son!

How am I supposed to eat m...

(VOICE SLOWS)
Pound cake?

Eat my pound cake.

My pound cake!

Is this Channel 10?
You're all out here, huh?

Hey, homey,
videotape this.

I want to tweet
this later, man.

(CHIMES)

Yeah, don't get deleted

Son of a bitch.

We got an order.

(CHIMES)

"Lily?"

Don't get deleted

I can't believe
we're really doing
this right now.

Shit.

Smile on my face
but distrust below

Don't let it fool ya
Far as dressing go

Okay. Let me...

No.

Congratulations

You're about to go, yeah

This shit
better work, Will.

Bitch, don't get deleted

Bitch, don't get deleted

Yeah, don't get deleted

Oh, shit.

(CHIMES)

(SINGING) Put it on eBay
Fuck this up

Lily, dude, that
was unbelievable.

Principal Harris
tells me that

there are
three young men...

who actually joined
the Google Science Fair.

Please.

Proof

that the public school system
is still a ladder to success.

MALCOLM: Half an ounce
for Joe Patterson.

We have an ounce
for John Smith.

We have an eighth
for Ashley Down.

Susan Thompson.
JIB: Steve Burke.

MAN: Yeah, this popped up
about a few weeks ago.

Look at what
they're moving.

It's major volume, too.

I don't know why they're
calling it "Lily."

Maybe, uh, 2 Chainz
called it that on a mixtape.

He's a rapper.
Yeah, you know,
the Birthday Song.

"Big booty ho."

Okay, never mind.
Forget it.

Hi.

Um, is that offer
still on the table?

Help. (CHUCKLES)

If you're busy,
I can come back
tomorrow or later.

No, um, no. They're...
They're about to leave.

DIGGY: Yeah.
Yeah, we were
stepping.

Okay, cool. Thanks.

Bye. Bye, guys.
Have fun.

(WOMAN VOCALIZING)

(MOUTHING)

WOMAN: (SINGING) They say
one door open

When another door close

I'm prayin'
That's the way
that it goes

'Cause right
when I'm about to

Turn the doorknob

Thanks for helping me.

No problem.

You're a fast learner.

Aw.

Thanks.

(SIGHS)

Shit's been real crazy
since Dom got locked up.

A few of his boys got
smoked on the corner
the other day.

I don't want
to go back there.

Sorry. I just don't
have people

I can talk to
about this stuff,

that understand,
you know?

I know.

Thanks.

Dom called from jail
the other day.

He asked about you.

That's why you showed up
all of a sudden.

What's that
supposed to mean?

It means that
Dom sent you here
as his messenger.

All this crying on
my shoulder? Bullshit.

You're supposed to put
your feminine wiles on me,

and find out about
the fucking dope.

Right?

Right?

Wait. I...

And here I was,

stupid enough to think
that you were different
than these other niggas.

Nakia, Nakia, Nakia.

Fuck you!

"Feminine wiles"?

PROCTOR: Good morning.

Today you're going to
take the SAT.

The SAT is your chance
to show how prepared
you are for college.

You will have 25 minutes
to work on section one.

Yo, what the fuck was that?

(MOUTHING)

What do you mean,
you don't know?

Drug search, dawg.

They do it randomly,
like, every month or so.

It's all for show.

I mean, it's not
like somebody
is stupid enough

to put some shit
in their locker.

Can I go to the bathroom?

Yes, but you will
not be given more time.

MAN: (SINGING)
Without a pause,
I'm lowering my level

The hard rhymer
where you never been I'm in

You want styling
You know it's time again

"D" the enemy
Telling you to hear it

They praised the music
This time they play the lyrics

Some say no
to the album, the show

MAN 2: (SINGING)
Hey, yo, Chuck

They think we takin' shorts

Show 'em
This is cold medina,
man come on, kick it

MAN: (SINGING)
TerminatorX

TerminatorX

TerminatorX

Man.
Come on, man.

What in the hell
are you doing?

Um, SAT's.

SAT's?

I, uh, had to use
the restroom,

and I'm kind of late
getting back.

You know?
(SCOFFS)

Thank you.
Good luck, little man.

MAN: (SINGING)
Bring that beat back!
One, two, three, four!

Hit it!
The set ain't over!

Come on, y'all
Let's get busy

Come on. Say "Yeah!"

Say "Hell yeah!"

Ain't it funky?

JIB: I'm not doing
this shit no more.

Bro, I can
fix this shit.

I can
fix this shit.

The bag is almost done.
The shit is almost gone.

I mean, I can't sell
this shit no more.

We almost just got
fucking caught.

Look, I don't want
to go to jail.

I want to go to
fucking college.

I want to get a good job.
I want to help my mom!

Dig?

That's cool.

It's my fault,
my weight to carry.

Yo, that's bullshit.

We all wanted to
go to Dom's party.
Especially you, Jib.

It's our weight
to carry too.

We've got your back
to the end, right?

Right?

Fuck.

There it is.

Gracias.

All right, so, when we get
the bitcoins, then what?

I need cash.

Well, you would have to do
a currency exchange

to get the US dollar
equivalent,

but, I mean...
(CHUCKLES)

That kind of
defeats the purpose

of a non-fiat currency,
right?

Okay, see, I don't give
a fuck about all that

Aaron Swartz
Occupy Wall Street shit.

Okay, well,
you'd have to link

your Bitcoin account
to a bank account,

and then there's this
infinitesimally small chance

that it could be traced.

I mean, the Feds
would have to know

exactly what they're
looking for, you know.

It's not something
they could just
stumble upon randomly.

Basically, I would
just have to make

a stupid-ass mistake
for them to trace it.

And do I look like
the type of nigga

that makes
stupid-ass mistakes?

(SNORTING)

Um...

So, uh, you want me to
set up that exchange?

I'm... I'm good.
I'll do it.

Um...

What if I want
zero chances of trace?

Well...

If you want zero trace,

you got to go
black market, homey.

WILL: Yeah, you got to put
the bitcoins on a drive.

And make
a hand-to-hand exchange.

You get cash minus
the transaction fee.

If you really want
to go that route,

and I really
don't suggest it,

I know a dude in
the garment district.

Ask for Fidel.

If you pass his test,
he'll help you.

If you don't...

Well, just pass his test.

One of these Alligator bags
was made here.

One is from the store.

Which one is which?

The right one,
I mean, 'cause it's...

Poofter.
They both
look the same.

The reality is,

I sell 90% of my stuff
to white hos.

Most aren't rich enough
to afford retail.

Why do you think that is?

I don't know.

They know.

They know the only difference
between these two bags

is the person rocking them.

So, when they rock 'em,

people are gonna
assume it's real.

And the flip of that is,

it doesn't matter if
you had the receipt

from Barneys
sewn into the bag.

People gonna assume it's fake.

Only you know the truth.

So, what are you, man?

Are you a real?

Are you a fake?

That's what I need
to find out.

I'm just Malcolm.

"Just Malcolm"?
Who the fuck is Malcolm?

Show me.
I want you to hit me
as hard as you can.

Hey! Don't look at them.

This is between you and me.

I'm-a give you
five seconds.

You can either man up
or run out like the
little bitch you is.

One!

Malcolm, let's just go.

Listen to your
friends, boy. Two!

You can't be serious.

I'm more than serious,
motherfucker.

Three!
I need that money.

You ain't gettin' shit.

Four!

Yeah, you see your
pussy friends leaving?

They're running like
some little bitches.

Run, pussy.

Five! Five! Five!

Hit me, man!

Five, motherfuck...

Oh, man. You...

Drive.

Where?

Give me the drive!

Shit.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Come here, man.

Now I know who you are.

A man that does not
give a fuck.

(CHATTERING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

Hey, Blood!
Don't you owe me
another shoe, nigga?

Shit!

Get on the ground,
bitch-ass nigga.

Get the fuck off me!
JIB: Malcolm!

Get off us! Malcolm!

BUG:
Stay the fuck down, nigga.

JIB: Malcolm!

BUG: Bitch, nigga. Yeah.

MAN: Yeah!

DIGGY: Jib,
get the fucking bag.

MAN: Come on!

(LAUGHING)
Oh, shit.

Hold on, hold on.
Hey, hold on.

Give me the bag.

Please,
just give me the bag.

(ZIPPER CLOSING)

I don't even want
that shit, Blood.

Let's go, nigga.
All right. Come on.

MAN: We out, we out, we out.

(CAR PULLS AWAY)

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come on.

Let's go.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(MUMBLING)

That's 10%.

Consider it a proffer.

The rest is in
a Bitcoin account.

Bitcoin?

It's an untraceable
internet currency.

There are web sites
that sell a lot of things

that people would get
in trouble for selling.

They use bitcoins.

Kind of like Amazon.

So you sold on the Internet?

No.

No. You did.

Excuse me?

You set up a store on
Black Market Reloaded.

Very successful.

Very successful.

I mean, you moved
your entire inventory.

See, the market's
been pretty volatile,

but as of right now,
you have $97,267
and 31 cents

in your Bitcoin
exchange account.

(CHUCKLES)

$10,000 in cash.

Now, as long as your bitcoins
stay in the exchange account,

they're safe, untraceable.

Now, if you were to exchange
the bitcoins into dollars

and transfer that money
into your Jacoby Check
Cashing corporate account,

there would be a really,
really small chance of it
getting traced

by the DEA or FBI.

I mean, that would
only happen if you were
idiotically sloppy

while setting up the
Bitcoin exchange account.

(SNORTING)

So, uh, you want me to
set up that exchange?

I'm good. I'll do it.

I mean, that...
(STAMMERS)

I mean, it would
almost have to be...

Intentional.

(TYPING)

And why should I believe
any of this, Malcolm?

Is your Jacoby APS
shipping account number

5x4578?

California regional
bank number 267856783?

Federal tax id 95...

Hey, you really should
just upgrade your firewall,
you know?

I actually know a guy.

He's kind of familiar
with your system already.

You're all out of
toilet paper, hon.

Courtside, okay?
Courtside.

Gotta have it.
No, come on.

Now, what if I report
to the authorities

that my securities
have been breached

and my identity
has been stolen?

As I've just learned,
it doesn't matter if
this bag is real or fake.

Because of where
I come from,

everybody's going
to assume it's fake.

So, since you and I come
from the same place,

what is the DEA going
to assume about you?

And because you and I
are from the same place,
Malcolm,

you should know
what a person like me

can do to a person
like you.

Yeah.

But that's not what
a Harvard man would do.

Nah, see, a man of Harvard
is smart enough to see

that would set off
a chain of events

that would
inevitably come back
and destroy him.

And everything he's built.

That would be a shame.

So, I think you should
take this opportunity
before you very seriously.

Do everything in your power

to ensure that I become
a man of Harvard,

and make sure
nothing happens to a hair
on my gorgeous head.

Can you dig it?

(CHUCKLES)

(SINGING) I'm eating good
Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down
Can't bring me down

Malcolm, you forgot your bag.

It's fake.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

MR. BAILEY: Malcolm.

You're pretty damn arrogant.

You think you're gonna
get into Harvard?

Who do you think you are?

Let me tell you
about two students.

MALCOLM: Student "A"
is a straight-A student

who lives in the suburbs
of Los Angeles.

He plays in a punk band
with his best friends.

He loves to skateboard
and ride on his BMX bike.

His favorite TV show
is Game of Thrones

and his favorite band
is The Thermals.

He's a '90s hip-hop geek.

Student "B" goes to
an underfunded school,

where teachers who would
rather not be there

teach kids
who really don't care.

He lives with
a single mother,

doesn't know his father
and has sold dope.

Now close your eyes.

Picture each of these kids
and tell me what you see.

Be honest. No one's
going to judge you.

Now open your eyes.

So, am I student
"A" or student "B"?

Am I a geek or a menace?

For most of my life,
I've been caught in
between who I really am

and how I'm perceived,

in between categories
and definition.

I don't fit in.

And I used to think that
that was a curse,

but now I'm slowly
starting to see

maybe it's a blessing.

See, when you don't fit in,
you're forced to see the world

from many different angles
and points of view.

You gain knowledge,
life lessons

from disparate people
and places.

And those lessons,
for better or worse,
have shaped me.

So, who am I?

Allow me to
reintroduce myself.

My name is
Malcolm Adekanbi.

I'm a straight-A student

with nearly perfect
SAT scores.

I taught myself
how to play guitar
and read music.

I have stellar
recommendations

and diverse
extra-curricular activities.

I am a Google
Science Fair participant,

and in three weeks,
I helped make

over $100,000 for
an online business.

So, why do I want
to attend Harvard?

If I was white,
would you even have to
ask me that question?

WOMAN: (SINGING)
It's my turn now
It's my turn now

This might burn now
It's my world now

It's my turn now
It's my turn now

This might burn now
It's my world now

It's my turn now
This might burn now

It's my turn now

MAN: (SINGING)
How come you don't
hear me, ma?

Tell me where
your hearing went

How are you just
going to leave me

In this social experiment?

Wonder why we
take these pills

Everything we want is sick

Heart is like a toilet bowl

Mama, I want so much shit

Young, black, and I want
that dreams of Americana

The girl I like
want niggas to buy

So sorry, Mama,
but I want to till
6:00 in the morning

Ain't rolling with no army

And I've got that
ping-ping on me

Dreams like my money, mommy
Can't take it from me, mommy

WOMAN: (SINGING)
I've been waiting in
the dark here all night

Waiting for some inspiration
to pass by

Got my head straight
and finally my vibe's right

But that don't concern you
It's my turn now

It's my turn now
This might burn now

It's my world now
It's my turn now

It's my turn now
This might burn now

It's my world now
It's my turn now

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Nice haircut.

I like it.

I'm... I'm sorry

for all the stuff
that I said.

There was a lot
going on at the time.

And that wasn't me.

Yeah, it was.

You might have
all these other folks
fooled, but not me.

You're...

Complicated.

Anyway, I just came by
to say thank you.

Thank you?

You... You passed?
Mmm-hmm.

(CHUCKLING)
You passed.

You were supposed to go
to prom with me.

No.

I told you I wasn't mad
about missing prom.

Hey.

I was mad about
missing Six Flags.

I'll pick you up
in the morning.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: (SINGING)
It's my turn now
It's my turn now

This might burn now
It's my world now

It's my turn now

WOMAN: (SINGING)
Oh, do me, baby

Oh, do me, baby

MAN: All right,
stop whatcha doin'
'cause I'm about to ruin

The image and the style
that ya used to

I look funny, but yo
I'm makin' money, see

So, yo, world, I hope
You're ready for me

Now gather round,
I'm the new fool in town

And my sound's laid down
by the underground

I drink up all the Hennessy
ya got on ya shelf

So just let me
introduce myself

My name is Humpty
pronounced with a Umpty

Yo, ladies,
oh, how I like to thump thee

And all the rappers
in the top 10

Please allow me to bump thee

I'm steppin' tall, y'all
and just like Humpty Dumpty

You're gonna fall
when the stereos pump me

I like to rhyme,
I like my beats funky

I'm spunky
I like my oatmeal lumpy

I'm sick wit dis,
straight gangsta mack

But sometimes
I get ridiculous

I'll eat up
all your crackers
and your licorice

Hey, yo, fat girl, come here
Are ya ticklish?

Yeah, I called ya fat
Look at me, I'm skinny

It never stopped me
from getting busy

I'm a freak, I like
the girls with the boom

I once got busy in
a Burger King bathroom

I'm crazy,
allow me to amaze thee

They say I'm ugly
but it just don't faze me

I'm still getting
in the girls' pants

And I even got my own dance

The Humpty Dance
is your chance to do the hump

Everybody
Oh, do me, baby

Do the Humpty Hump
Come on and do the Humpty Hump

Sexy baby

Do the Humpty Hump
Do the Humpty Hump

Do me, baby

Do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump, y'all
(VOCALIZING)

Do me, baby
Who wants to do
the Humpty Hump?

Do the Humpty Hump
Check it out

Do me, baby
Black people,
do the humpty hump

Do the Humpty Hump
Come on

White people,
do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump

Do me, baby

Puerto Ricans,
do the Humpty Hump

Just keep on doin' the Hump
Do me, baby

Samoans, do the Humpty Hump
Do the Humpty Hump

Ah, yeah

This the realest shit
I'll ever write
Yes, sir

Maybe 'cause it's all I know
Come on

Life don't
let you write twice
Yes, sir

One continuous note
Come on

The ink in my pen is light
Yes, sir

No erasers, duh
Come on

Some people
scribble across the lines
Yes, sir

Maybe that's why they go
Come on

Seek the being sublime
Yes, sir

I want the everydays to know
Come on

Even though I'm
one of their kind
Yes, sir

And this encounter is close
Come on

I'm-a lay it
down on the line
Yes, sir

Till I'm eternally a ghost
Come on

The opportunity is to dine
Yes, sir

So right now It just
tastes like toast
Come on

'Cause I'm eating good

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

I'm in a good mood

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Maybe I'm not doing fine
Yes, sir

And maybe I'm
not breaking gold
Come on

But you ain't gonna
see a nigga pine
Yes, sir

And you gonna see
a nigga hit his goal

You gonna see
a brand-new shine
Yes, sir

Watch how a nigga destroy
Come on

Life is surrounded by signs
Yes, sir

If you're connected,
you know
Come on

The non-believer
have a hard time
Yes, sir

Some say they
find it difficult
Come on

Nothin' in their life
ever rhymes
Yes, sir

And then they wonder
why they never grow
Come on

They would rather
grow like vines
Yes, sir

Six seconds, then they go
Come on

But I would
rather be a bonsai
Yes, sir

And then never
grow with the flow
and tell them

Come on

I'm eating good

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

I'm in a good mood

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Awreeoh
That's what they call me

Sure to blow,
but not them probably

Black on the outside,
white in the middle

I want to feel love
I want to just giggle

About this world
The bullshit in front of it

Make a nigga just
want to get steamrolled

Steamrolled

Everybody say "Steamrolled"

Steamrolled

Oh, man, I'm rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'

I'm rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'

I'm rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'

I'm rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'

I'm grindin',
I'm bitin' down

I'm grindin'
to light and sound

And I'm grindin'
It's tightenin' now

And I'm signin'
Because I'm bright and loud

I'm feelin' good

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

I'm in a good mood

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down

Can't bring me down