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Yo, yo, yo! I'm expecting y'all to come through

for Purdy's album release party!

[Meech] This your party.

Why they got you drinking that cheap-ass shit?

[Purdy] Trell keeps the good shit for himself.

He produced my album.

[Terry] I met with your boy Isaac. He's locked in.

And I told him he'd be reporting to you from now on.

-I'ma kill it. -[Chuck] I got some bad news.

The next tour has been canceled.

So how you gonna pay child support

and keep us out of the red now?

You got a job now. How about taking up an offering?

'Cause those goddamn drug dealers

brought violence to my doorstep,

and it gotten my son killed.

Mark, would you like to go next?

[Bryant] They got any leads in the case?

Nobody around here wants to talk.

[Lucille] Nicole just got arrested.

The car you gave her was stolen.

Have you sold a Honda to this man?

I'd have to review my sales records.

-I can go through them for you. -Not without a warrant.

We got to ground the cars.

We don't know if they gonna confiscate

our entire fleet or what.

How do we keep this cop nigga a glitch

and not a fucking wrench?

Put your hands up! Put your fuckin' hands up!

-Put your -- -[gunfire]

Plane's empty. No keys in sight.

[Duffy] If that plane's the bootleg,

where the fuck did Loco send the real deal?

Way I see it, we move all this ourselves,

what the plug need with Meech?

[down-tempo music plays]

[birds, insects chirping]

Yo, you- you sure we can trust these guys?

And how do we know

they're not just gonna turn us into the DEAs or the feds?

Man, the DEA and the feds

only gonna give them a pat on the back.

Loco say he paying them, man. We good.

[Terry] Yeah, I just want to get to the ranch

and get the fuck out of Mexico.

[brakes squeak]

-What's happening? -Shut the fuck up, Tee.

[speaking Spanish]

[gunshots]

[man grunts]

[indistinct talking in Spanish]

[Meech] Shit.

[laughs]

[dramatic music plays]

[men grunting]

[grunts] Shit.

[gunshot echoes, man grunts]

[thud, man grunts]

[grunts, screams]

[gunshot]

[screams]

Shit.

[gunshots]

[gunshot echoes]

[gun clicks]

[gunshot echoes]

[laughs]

Damn!

Vamonos, Demetri!

Damn. I guess we could trust him after all.

-[Loco] Demetri! Go! -[engine starts]

Tee, bring your ass! Come on!

[gears grind, engine revs]

[down-tempo music plays]

[older Terry] I got in the game with bruh

on the good faith that it would always be us against world.

But Meech's definition of "us" had started to change.

♪ I got everything on the line ♪

♪ Out here I'm on the grind, tryna get mine ♪

♪ At least you could wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga movin' weight, tryna get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas is rattin' ♪

♪ They tell 'em what's goin' on ♪

♪ That's how they know what's happenin' ♪

♪ I'm ridin' with the top down, trunk full of yola ♪

♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical, I move that Coca-Cola ♪

♪ Thousand grams of pure though, I fuck with the weirdos ♪

♪ They snort away the pain, bang the dope in their vein ♪

♪ Shorty crying, Christmas ain't coming ♪

♪ Her pops 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 fucked up, so wish me luck ♪

♪ A nigga movin' weight, tryna get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many niggas 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 niggas fake, it's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip and I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could wish me luck ♪

♪ At least you could wish me luck ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪

♪ All you gotta do is wish me luck, yeah ♪

-[line rings, phone beeps] -[sighs] Fuck!

That motherfucker won't pick up!

Damn, Tee!

Look, before you throw.

Best you can.

I can't believe Meech rerouted our work

to that greedy ass J-Pusha pariah.

Got to admit, it don't make a lot of sense

not dropping it all in the D.

We got the infrastructure and home-court advantage.

[knock on door]

[siren wailing in distance]

What are you doing here, Markisha?

Hey, Markisha.

Damn. Okay.

Tee, you can't tell me we got to delay shit with Isaac

and not explain why.

Look, the work has been rerouted.

I'ma find out what's going on, and I promise you

we gonna be back on track for our meeting.

-You gonna find out? -Yeah.

Tee, you're not a Fifty Boy anymore.

This ain't no small-scale operation.

People depend on you to handle shit like this.

Tee...I'm depending on you.

[down-tempo music plays]

[birds chirping, line ringing]

Bruh, I got to tell my clientele something.

Look, we got the weight to the Lou,

but what good is that if we can't fucking move it, man?

Nigga, the fleet is grounded already.

With Bryant on our ass like this,

we need to know everything that's going on, Duff.

Man, what's up with you, dawg? Talk to me.

Meech, I got to tell you something, man.

When I heard Bryant was from Detroit,

I tried to play it cool, but --

Dawg, I already know you was on the run

for cappin' somebody in the D.

Sterl told me. Chill, man. Damn.

Man, he told you what. Not who.

This cat had ran off with the work.

I had orders to wet up the stash house, so...

I do the job.

Come to find out dude wasn't even there.

[down-tempo music plays]

-His little brother was. -Damn.

He was an All-American basketball player

who just signed to go to the league, man.

Kid had his whole life ahead of him.

Fuck, man. Here.

[birds chirping, dogs barking in distance]

[Breeze] How's the arrest going? And school?

Terry got me this expensive local lawyer.

He claims that the cops knew they couldn't charge me

with anything,

so they just wanted more info on my brothers.

I mean, but you held that down, doe.

[Nicole] Yeah. Like always.

Okay. So this sound like good news to me.

[Nicole] It is.

But I... I shouldn't have been put

in that situation in the first place.

-Either of us. -Yeah.

[Nicole] That night --

I wanted- I wanted it to be something special,

something that I could look back on

for the rest of my life and smile.

But now all I'm gonna remember is the night I spent in jail

and the awful things my mother said to me.

[Breeze] Well, for what it's worth, I think we gonna be

remembering something different anyway.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

I am excited about orientation

and coming to Atlanta by myself to see you.

Long distance sucks.

-[woman laughs] -Breeze?

Hold on. Hold on. Stay right there.

Stay right there. I'ma holler at y'all.

-[Nicole] Are you there? -Yeah, yeah, yeah! Um...

Call me when you get here. I-I'm running out of minutes.

-And I got to get to practice. -I will. Um...

-love you. -You too.

[dial tone]

[Nicole] Are those Mom's suitcases?

Daddy.

Your mother doesn't want you going to Atlanta alone anymore.

But what, she thinks I'm gonna host a sex party

with the Marching Wolverines?

It doesn't matter what I think, does it?

'Cause you have a mind of your own.

Pops, why don't you come with me?

[Lucille] Your father's already been to Atlanta.

I haven't been past Hocking Hills,

and he's done all that touring and whatnot.

And I think it's time for me to see

a little bit of the world myself.

Just a reminder.

-[door opens] -It's your time.

Pops.

[Bryant] Doesn't surprise me Nicole Flenory lawyered up.

We're getting stonewalled, for sure.

Thanks for shipping the car.

Really aided in the investigation.

We were able to pull three prints from the vehicle --

uh, Nicole, one belonged to a Mr. Don Genco,

and last one, well we can't ID.

You think the unidentifiable prints

could belong to Demetrius Flenory?

[Bryant] Maybe.

But he's not in the system.

Now, I was able to find an address for Don Genco

on file in Atlanta,

but it led to a dead end.

I guess the Red Dogs roughed him up a while back

under a -- -Let me guess.

A different alias.

Definitely sounds like he could be Demetrius' middleman.

[Bryant] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's exactly what I'm thinking now.

But I-I really need to identify his real name, you know?

So I...have a shitload of footage to go through

from the car dealership.

Now, can you run the prints on your end

and see if there's any connection

between Don Genco and Detroit?

So you want me to do my job and yours?

Absolutely, nigga.

[down-tempo introduction plays]

♪ I need blessings in a major way ♪

♪ I feel scandalous ♪

♪ Evil got control of me ♪

♪ Solidified my spot inside Your kingdom ♪

♪ Kneeled a million times ♪

♪ Little wiggle room to breathe in ♪

-[doorbell rings] -Shit.

My sister must have made it early.

Shit.

Surprise, motherfucker.

Watch your language, Terry. Meechie!

-[laughs] -[Meech] Mama.

I did not know Nikki was bringing you here!

Oh, my goodness! It's so beautiful.

Wow.

Well, it's a good thing I came.

Is this how you plan on hosting your sister,

in this den of iniquity with ladies of the night?

My mom's a pastor.

I-I love the Lord. I-I praise Him on the daily.

Uh, I'm Methodist, B-Baptist, and --

-Is she leaving or am I leaving? -[Meech] Okay. Come on.

-Let's go. -[Terry chuckling]

Mm-mm-mm.

Clean up this mess.

And I hope you got something to wear to church on Sunday,

because you need Jesus.

That's it? Are you serious?

When it was me, I was a slut and a whore.

Man, what the fuck you want, man?

See the shit you start, nigga?

[Lucille] Nicole, don't start with me.

-[Nicole] Oh, my God! -[Lucille] Nicole!

Why the fuck did you move the weight to J-Pusha

without telling me first, nigga?

Nigga, calm the fuck down.

Sending weight to the Lou was a one-off.

Now, I had to ground our cars and call a audible

because Bryant's ass still down here.

-Bryant? -Yeah.

He work for APD now.

And the nigga almost got our shipment.

As long as Bryant's in the A, our shit ain't safe down there.

We need to move the distros back to the D, all right?

I'm already 20 steps ahead of him, so relax, little nigga.

Bryant's onto the car dealer we been using,

so now we got to find out from her everything he knows.

Now, roll with us or get rolled over, Tee.

I'll come.

All right.

Now, the homegirl Purdy, she having a video shoot.

And I was thinking since maybe my soft-ass brother

love R&B so much

that his tender-dick ass would love to come.

I'll go, nigga. But business first.

["You Gonna Learn!" by Viibe Santana playing]

♪ Bass ♪

♪ Things went crazy on the... ♪

♪ Don't you tease ♪

♪ Then leave me all alone ♪

[laughter, indistinct conversations]

[man chuckles]

Mm.

Mm!

Please take one. They're free.

Oh. You know, Maya is- is one of my favorite authors.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

My personal favorite is Toni Morrison.

But I'm super proud to call both of them my sorors.

Did you pledge anything?

No. You know, um...

You know, I just always thought that sororities

were kind of cliquish.

-So... -Cliquish.

Really?

Well, now, that's what most outsiders tend to think.

My daughter is following in my footsteps

and will be what we call a legacy.

Well, my daughter has a mind of her own,

and she just got a full ride to Morris Brown,

and she starts up in the fall.

My Lori decided to come a little bit early

so that she could get a jump start on things.

She's pre-med.

Oh. Okay. Well, bless her heart.

Excuse me.

Nicole?

Nicole, let's go.

We need to talk about your major.

[Alexandra] Bryant did come back with a warrant.

The paperwork he took is a ship lost at sea.

I assure you it won't find a harbor.

Like that even matters.

That motherfucker's a lighthouse.

How this even happen in the first place?

Kenny Johnson, an associate who worked for me,

had a side hustle reselling stolen cars.

He's been let go.

And I double-checked your fleet.

The Honda was the only one stolen.

-Is that all? -[Alexandra] Sadly, no.

Even though the paperwork will lead to a dead end,

the CCTV footage that he confiscated will not.

Fuck. We were there the other day.

So you think this Kenny Johnson might actually know

what the fuck we got going on?

He might. That's why I brought this.

On the off chance you have any...

follow-up questions for him.

I hope you'll appreciate the measures I've taken

to allow our business to continue.

[sighs]

We need to move our business elsewhere.

And lose out on millions while the operation's stalled?

-Mnh-mnh. -[door closes]

Fuck that, all right?

Alexandra been holding us down.

I say we give her another chance.

Alexandra's loyal. She got family in the game.

Shut up.

Hey, well, regardless of what y'all decide,

this Kenny motherfucker sound like a loose end

that we need to tie up.

Motherfucker, you just drove the train off the tracks,

and now you got the gall to say "we"?

[Meech] Tee, why you trippin', bro?

Nah. You know what, Meech? It's cool.

I appreciate you trying to protect me,

but this shit is my wreck.

It's only right I handle the cleanup.

Duff, pay him to get his ass out of town

and lay low until this shit blows over.

That's it.

Right. All right.

Hey, I want to ask you something. You go to church?

[Laz] Yeah. Every Sunday.

Why? You trying to get baptized?

Yeah. He need to.

[mid-tempo music plays]

[indistinct conversations]

-♪ Where is the love? ♪ -[humming]

♪ Where is the love? ♪

-♪ Where is the love? ♪ -♪ Where is our love? ♪

♪ Where is the love you said you'd give to me? ♪

[door opens, bells chiming]

♪ Was it just a dream? ♪

-♪ Where is the love? ♪ -♪ Where is the love? ♪

That's a good set of pipes you got there.

[chuckles] You ain't half bad yourself.

Uh, Charles.

My son's the owner.

I know who you are.

You something of a celebrity around here,

touring with The Campbell Brothers.

I also see where Tee gets his looks.

Sure 'nuff.

And you are?

Cecilia.

Cecilia.

I always did like a man who could strum a guitar.

Man that's good with his fingers

is probably great with his hands.

Uh, yeah. Um, these hands, uh...

I've made magic without a wand.

[both laugh]

♪ You got to let me know ♪

[Meech] You do not have to clean up, Mama.

I appreciate you for cooking, okay?

Well, it's nasty up in here.

Well, guess what. I got something nice for you.

Yes. Your son...

...got something nice for his amazing mother.

Boy.

[gasps]

Oh, my goodness.

Let me see your arm.

What? Oh, my goodness.

[down-tempo music plays]

Lord.

-Wow. -Wow.

That is beautiful.

-You look amazing. -[laughs]

Gorgeous.

Now, you know you always taught me and Nikki

to value nice things.

So I really wanted to give you this at the graduation,

but it wasn't cold enough.

-Meechie- Meechie... -What?

[claps hands] I cannot accept this.

As a pastor, I have to lead by example.

[sighs] Okay. So let me get this straight.

You won't take none of my gifts,

but you give the church everything.

Mama, the church has always been the reason

that we've been without.

What on earth are you talking about?

We never went without anything.

The Lord always provided for us.

So when the bank was about to take our house

and I paid the mortgage off, not the church-

what happened then, Mama?

Yeah, and when you got shot five times

and almost died running in them streets,

it was the Lord who saved your Black ass.

Now, look.

I try hard not to judge you,

and I'm not gonna stand here and let you do it to me.

[music builds, continues]

[button clicks]

♪ Good news ♪

♪ Good news ♪

♪ Goin' up yonder ♪

♪ Better get on board ♪

♪ Good news, oh, good news ♪

♪ Goin' up yonder ♪

♪ Gonna see my Lord ♪

♪ Good news ♪

♪ Good news ♪

-♪ Goin' up yonder ♪ -♪ Lord, have mercy ♪

-♪ Better get on board ♪ -♪ Hey, hey ♪

Ooh! What in the good Lord's name?

Hey, yo. Ain't that that girl that strip at Platinum Palace?

[Meech] Oh, shit.

That's that bouncer too.

Y'all better cut this mess out. Don't embarrass me up in here.

I guess Sunday mornings are different for everyone.

-What is that for? -[organ plays]

[Lucille] ATMs in a church?

Damn. I thought the banks were closed on Sundays.

Guess not the Bank of God.

Meech, this my grandma, Judy.

-Nice to meet you, Miss Judy. -Mm-hmm!

Thank you so much for hosting this for me and my family.

Morning, sir! How can I help y'all this morning?

Man, my family and I are just looking for good seats.

Right this way.

[indistinct conversations]

-Ooh-ooh! -Let's get y'all right here.

I ain't never sat this close before.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

-[organ playing] -[clears throat]

[chuckles] Right on. Right on.

Well, uh, may the message

inspire you this morning, my brother.

-Thanks, brother. -Right.

Praise God. Praise God. Thank y'all.

So...okay.

So, uh, if I just give them your name,

they'll probably let all this car shit go, right?

Or...you can take this money.

Yeah?

You can go on vacation,

visit some long-lost cousins or some shit.

No, man. Fuck all that.

I-I was just doing the stolen-car shit

to help pay for EMT training.

I-I can't miss class.

-Oh, you can't miss class? -Yes.

Oh, so that's what all this shit is about.

Yes. I'm almost done.

We're almost through the curriculum.

-Yeah. Almost done. -[chuckles]

You stupid motherfucker!

You gonna miss a whole lot of class

if you don't take this money and keep your mouth shut.

-Snitching ain't it. -No, no, no. For you.

Okay? Not- Not for me. I'm not a real street dude.

Okay. A record gonna fuck up my career prospects.

Your career prospects?

Motherfucker, you not hearing me.

No, you not hearing me! Okay? I got shit to lose here.

-[knock on door] -[Bryant] Kenny Johnson!

Open up! Police!

Nigga, I know that ain't who the fuck I think it is.

-I'll send him away. -You gonna send him-

Nigga, what the fuck you- Sit your ass down, nigga.

Come on, Kenny.

I know you in there. I saw your car.

Fuck.

[Bryant] Make your next move your best move.

[whispering] Shut the fuck up.

[fist thudding]

Okay! We gonna do it the hard way.

[dramatic music plays]

[indistinct conversations]

[Coleman] When you have built your fine houses,

when your silver and your gold has multiplied...

-[crowd murmuring] -...don't forget the Lord.

[man] That's right!

Somebody say "Don't forget the Lord."

-Don't forget the Lord! -Don't forget the Lord!

So if you build your houses... don't forget the Lord!

You can look all through your Bible.

There's nowhere in the Bible that says wealth is a sin.

[crowd murmuring]

God wants us to have all of heaven's silver

and all of heaven's gold.

[crowd cheering]

Come on, somebody!

Can't play with the word of God!

Come on, somebody!

Who's gonna spread God's word this morning?

The Bible says- if you comprehend it,

it said money...

is a root- a root- of all evil!

-[applause] -It didn't say money

was the root of all evil!

-Mm. -[Coleman] Come on, somebody!

No, sir.

Raise your hand

if you believe in the holiness of silver and gold.

-[woman] Yeah! Silver! -Come on. Pray with me.

Do you believe in silver and gold?

-[woman] Silver and gold! -[Coleman] Oh, hallelujah!

Oh, hallelujah! Oh, hallelujah!

-[crowd cheering] -Oh, hallelujah!

Do you believe in the silver and gold?

Do you believe?!

Oh, yeah!

We gonna spread God's word this morning!

You gonna spread God's word this morning!

Oh, hallelujah!

Won't He do it?! Won't He do it?!

Who will make the silver and gold holy?!

The house always wins.

[Coleman] You gonna spread God's word this morning!

Oh, hallelujah! Oh, hallelujah!

♪ ...go marching in ♪

[hinges creaking]

[Bryant] You lied to me.

Excuse me?

[door closes]

I asked you if you sold the Honda

to the guy on the right.

And you said "No".

Well, just because he was here doesn't mean I sold him the car.

Ain't it funny how his name

conveniently isn't anywhere in your sales records?

But the alias on this guy, Don Genco, is.

He provided me with the proper identification.

I'm looking for a real name.

I gave you what Mr. Genco gave me.

Oh.

Your associate... Kenny Johnson is missing.

I obliged you by even coming down here.

And if you had shit on me, I'd be in cuffs by now.

So...

[hands thud]

[dramatic music plays]

Bitch, you grimy.

And now you on my list.

[chair scrapes]

[down-tempo music plays]

[door opens, closes]

-[indistinct conversations] -[man] So I'ma see y'all later.

Nikki.

So you're still ignoring me, huh?

I should've known anything coming from you

-would lead to trouble. -What?

That's crazy you would say something like that.

I came to celebrate you.

You didn't come to my graduation party

for the first time in six months just to celebrate me.

You came to make yourself the center of attention, as always.

Damn. That's how you really feel?

[Nicole] Yeah, it is.

I'll make my own way from here on out.

Oh, so that means you don't need us

paying for your attorney and lawyer fee.

I ain't say all that. It's the least you could do.

-Oh. Ain't that some shit, huh? -[laughing]

Yo, let's go to that music video, man.

[Meech chuckles]

Hey, sisters. How you doing?

[indistinct conversations]

Appreciate y'all.

So good to see you. Have a great Sunday.

Uh, Pastor, I just had to say thank you.

And, you know, I've never been to a service like this before.

You know, part God's message, part rock concert.

-[laughs] -I know we're anointed.

But we don't mind busting a move for the Lord.

[laughs]

You know, I'm looking at you, sister,

and you truly have a blessing on you.

You really should consider joining this church.

We'll turn you from a church mouse

into the belle of the ball.

Well, I mean, maybe w-we just see things differently.

I mean, humility and modesty are godly traits, aren't they?

-[Coleman] They are. -Yeah.

I mean, so that's what I teach my congregation.

Your congregation. So you- you are a...

[laughing] Yep. I'm a pastor, too.

Well, ain't that something? I knew you were special.

-Good to see you, Pastor. -I am. Thank you.

And let me say this to you.

You see, richness comes in a lot of forms.

And see, we not ashamed

to put our blessings front and center.

That attracts more people who believe His message.

Hm.

God don't dim His light.

God doesn't dim the light of its stars.

[Lucille] Hm.

See, us stars... we guide the way.

[down-tempo music plays]

Anyway, Pastor, God bless you.

-God bless you. -Yes.

[Lucille] Thank you.

Stars guide the way.

-[dog barking] -[B-Mickie] Come on in.

[Charles] Thank you for the invitation after the service.

-I, uh, brought you guys these. -Oh, thank you, Mr. Charles.

When we found out Miss Lucille was out of town,

we couldn't let you eat alone tonight.

Been a lot of nights you invited me to your home,

even when you barely had enough to feed your own.

Boy, as much as you almost ate us out of house and home,

I wasn't gonna pass up a chance to return the favor.

I appreciate that.

[Charles] Those are lovely photos.

[Aisha] We try to capture as many moments as we can,

make the most of our time together

in case it ends up running short.

It's kind of hard

living like every moment can be your last.

There'll be plenty of moments like these.

She'll be able to look back on them when she's older.

Yeah.

[down-tempo introduction plays]

♪ You're the one ♪

♪ You're the one, you're the one ♪

♪ You're the one, you're the one ♪

[Meech] This song gonna be a hit right here.

[Terry] Yeah, I know. -♪ You're the one ♪

♪ You know got me feelin' butterflies ♪

♪ Make me feel brand-new on the in and on the outside ♪

♪ Come on and get up ♪

♪ Put your hands around my waist ♪

[chuckles] Yeah. She's killin' it, man.

♪ We're two steps away ♪

♪ From you and I in paradise ♪

Yeah, wow.

♪ You're the one ♪

-♪ You're the one... ♪ -[Terry] Got a hit.

♪ You're the one for me ♪

♪ You're the one, you're the one ♪

-♪ You're the one ♪ -[music ends]

[man] Cut! Nice!

-[cheers and applause] -Nice! Nice!

We'll give it another go in a sec.

Shit, Huggie! That's what I'm talkin' about!

-This is what I'm payin' for! -Yeah.

-Purdy, baby! -Yeah.

Man, some dudes love eating up all the glory.

You talking about him, that pastor, or yourself?

-Man, fuck you, Tee. -[laughs]

[indistinct conversations]

Oh, shit.

Hey, yo. I'll be right back.

Oh, shit. Well, yo, grab me some Frito-Lays while you at it.

You ain't digging these snacks?

Not exactly.

But it's cool. I'll be all right.

Wait. Hold on.

I can look at you and tell you watch what you eat, huh?

And I see you don't.

[chuckles] This is for my brother, okay?

-This is not mine. -Yeah. Right.

Hold on. Where you going? I ain't get your name yet!

Maria.

Maria? Wait.

You look Black, you talk Black, and your name's Maria?

Well, damn.

My mom named me after Maria Callas,

-her favorite opera singer. -That's what's up. You sing?

No. I do makeup.

-Plus Purdy my homegirl. -Mm.

You know, you ask a lot of questions

for someone who hasn't given me their name.

Big Meech.

Come on. Your mama didn't name you that.

What's your real name?

Demetrius.

Mm. And what do you do, Demetrius?

Shit. I make money.

Why don't you give me your number so I can spend it on you?

I don't hand my number out to some guy I just met.

[chuckles]

I got something for you.

I'ma just write mine down here.

And make sure you use it, okay?

Damn.

Didn't realize you and Miss Lucille got a divorce.

I'm sorry to hear about that.

-Yeah. A lot has happened. -It's okay.

-You'll meet someone and... -Mm.

You have met someone.

I don't know. Maybe. [chuckles]

This woman named Cecilia...

with a voice like an angel.

And on top of that, she's attractive.

Maybe you should give this one a shot.

Nothing wrong with a second chance at love.

I don't know if I can love another woman

like I love Lucille.

I didn't think I'd find love again either.

-Then he met me. -[down-tempo music plays]

She's right.

I was at my lowest.

Even thought about meeting my moms on the other side.

Then I met Aisha at the soup kitchen.

-Mm. -You remember?

She was the light to my darkness.

Helped me find my way through everything I was going through.

Yeah. Few things compare to a good woman.

Yeah.

You know, I, um... I do a lot of handiwork,

and, uh, I could help you fix a few things around here.

Yeah, some things do need a little fixing.

But I'm a little held up on money right now.

Vee's next surgery is coming up.

Listen. You're a man and a father now.

I'll bring my tools by. We can get started.

Square business. Thank you.

-♪ You're the one ♪ -Whoo!

-[music ends] -Cut! That's a wrap, people!

-[bell rings] -[indistinct conversations]

-[Meech] You killed that shit. -[Terry] Yeah.

You know, my brother Meech was telling me how talented you are.

He was right. You gonna blow up.

That's 'cause everything I touch turns to gold.

Ain't that right, baby?

Trell. Purdy's producer and label.

Shit. I'm her everything. Who y'all supposed to be?

-This is Big Meech and... -Southwest Tee.

Oh. Meech.

Nah. I never heard of y'all.

[Purdy] They're the ones that lent us the cars.

Meet me in the car when you're done with your little fan club.

-Yo, this nigga just call us... -Broke-ass nigga.

He on that Haterade.

Hey, I just wanted to say thank y'all so much

for coming out and showing support.

Just- You don't know how much it means to me.

Of course. Those yours?

Uh, everything is rented, not just the cars.

That's why I'm so grateful that you hooked me up,

because normally the label rents it

and I just got to pay it back.

Standard contract stuff.

So he's making millions off you,

and you got to pay all this on your own,

and- and that shit sound standard to you?

All the big names had to make sacrifices.

You know, if I just pay my dues,

Trell gonna make sure that I blow up.

I got to go get this stuff off.

So I just want to say thank you so much again for everything.

It's a pleasure.

[Meech] All right.

Yo, that is fucked up.

[down-tempo music plays]

[sniffs]

[mid-tempo hip-hop playing]

I just can't believe they did old girl like that.

-Talented as she is? -That's fucked up, man.

Nah. For real, man, these music cats,

they be acting like they having the money that they don't have.

That's why I ain't charge Purdy for the whips.

What if we actually charged and made a profit?

Tee, if we got in the music game,

it has to be to help the artist.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. No. Right, 110%.

But I'm saying we could wash our other profits.

The music game could put us up on connects

up on the other side.

Help us put half a ton of weight in every state.

And imagine what an artist like Purdy,

with our resources, could do to 'em.

It'll be life-changing.

Fuck it. Let's start a record label.

See it. Touch it.

-Obtain it. -Obtain it.

♪ The block gonna show up, the work never slow up ♪

-[knock on door] -Hey.

[Charles] How was the trip?

[Lucille] Yeah, it was good.

Terry hung back, so I think him and Meech

are doing better, for now, at least.

And the, um, the tour was really nice.

I think Nicole really enjoyed it anyway.

Um, how was work?

You know. [chuckles] Work is work.

-Yeah. -I, uh, had dinner with Brian.

And, uh...oof.

He got a long life ahead of him.

Just glad he's not taking any shortcuts.

Well, that's good,

because I don't remember his father being around much at all.

That's a mighty fine fur.

Oh.

Well, Meech gave me this as a gift,

and I didn't want to leave it and hurt his feelings,

so I just brought it home.

But, you know, I would never wear nothing like this

'cause it's just so gaudy.

[chuckles softly]

[Lucille] Oh, Meechie.

Was there something you wanted to say?

Um, just that, uh...

...I want to take someone out on a date.

You a free man, Charles.

Who is she?

[chuckles] Cool.

Her name is Ceci.

Met her at Terry's restaurant and just...

wanted to let you know.

Well, now I know.

So...you can close the door on your way out.

[down-tempo music plays]

[mid-tempo music plays]

[train horn blows]

So what you think about "The Hole"?

-The Hole. -Yeah, man.

My record label name. The Hole.

[chuckles] Hell nah!

That sounds like we losing money, not making money.

Tee, we can't forget where we came from.

We always got to pay homage to the stomping ground.

-Mm. Yeah. -Oh, shit.

Huh?

Stompin' Ground Records, nigga.

Ooh! Hell, yeah.

-You see? Now, that has a ni- -[doorbell rings]

Damn. That was right on cue. Who the hell is that?

Hold on. Don't trip. I invited him.

Who?

Ha! What's up, dirty?

-[hands slap] -[Meech] My man.

Y'all got a drink for me?

[Terry] Hey, look. First of all,

ain't nobody over here who's dirty.

I got my people from the D coming to get their share,

so our shit better be ready.

There's only a few keys left,

but you welcome to take whatever you want.

Only a few key- Nigga, you joking with us right-

- You got to be jokin'. -[J-Pusha] Look, man.

You know I'm not gonna sit on product.

That's not how we do business.

So not only did I sell my portion,

but I sold damn near the whole thing.

You know, but I got your money. That's why I'm here.

I ought to pop your ass

and smack that bottle out your fucking hand.

Oh, whoa. Relax, all right?

They don't call the Lou Hustle City for no reason.

Come here.

[down-tempo music plays]

All right. Look. I know you pissed.

-But he actually did us a favor. -How?

Now we can go get more product from Loco.

Keep this shit flowing. Flood the streets.

Meech, he broke the chain of command.

[J-Pusha] Look, dirty.

All I was thinking was "What would Meech do?"

Tee's right.

We grounded the cars for a reason.

Fuck playing it safe, man.

Y'all said we gonna take this to the next level!

You don't run this shit. We do.

I hear you. And no disrespect.

I know you brought me in the family,

and I just wanted to do my part.

Look. I'm telling you right now, Meech.

That motherfucker's a snake.

And you of all people should know how dangerous that is.

This is really nice.

[Abe] It brings me some solace.

It keeps me from walking the streets with a gun.

So y-you still weren't able to identify anybody

-at the shootout? -Stop with the act.

You're no concerned citizen.

I care more than anybody.

Being poor doesn't mean I'm too old or not wise enough

to know a cop when I hear one... Mark.

Look.

I'm sorry I came at you like this.

You ever hear the saying, "Why lie when the truth will do?"

Because no one ever wants to talk to a cop.

Detective Von Bryant.

You know, it's one thing

to try and take advantage of my intelligence.

It's another to double down and use my son's murder

to continue to do it.

Did you ever really have a son? Or was that a lie, too?

His name was Kevin.

"Was." What happened to him?

He took his own life.

[indistinct conversations, vehicles passing in distance]

[down-tempo music plays]

Now, I'm trying to bring a case against the crew

that might have been involved in the shootout

that killed your son.

It would be helpful if you could take a look at this photo.

That guy looks familiar.

Was he here the day of the shootout?

I don't know. But he was at my son's funeral.

Fuck.

What is it?

Going to a funeral isn't a crime.

But if I know Demetrius, he was there out of guilt, not grief.

We have to postpone with Isaac.

Shit, Tee. Again?

What the fuck?

Look. Our clientele in the Lou, he...

[sighs]

The nigga sold almost all the weight.

-And we don't have enough. -You don't get it.

I put myself on the line with him for you.

This is really gonna mess me up!

And then what? You can recover and I can't?

I'm new to this, and I'm a woman,

so I don't have the luxury of fucking up on my first day

-or my last. -We could just do this later.

It happens, and he'll understand.

No! Isaac is not the type of person

you can go to for a favor twice.

This is my shot, and I don't want to fuck it up.

What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? Huh?

I just told you what happened with the clientele in the Lou.

Terry, great minds discuss ideas.

Small minds discuss people.

Now, fuck this BMF bullshit and help me fix this.

[down-tempo music plays]

I-I mean look, if- if it- if it means that much to you,

we could- we could always reblock the leftovers

and I guess we'll have enough bricks.

I sold him on you having the purest weight.

Okay. So which is it?

You get the subpar shit now

or you could wait for the good shit.

Those are our two options.

Just keep the quality as high as possible.

I got to fix this shit.

[laughs]

-[Loco] Oh! -My main hombre .

¿Qué pasa?

[exhales deeply]

I got the pan ready for the last shipment.

Caliente, papa.

...the routes from Colombia to Miami are fucked.

No way, man.

That's why they already knew where the drop was last time.

Sí. Sí.

Now a plane fly to St. Louis.

No, no, no, no. Look.

Loco, I thought St. Louis was just a one-time thing.

See, I already built up our shit here in the A.

[speaks Spanish]

Big dog already working...

All right. I'll meet tú in the Lou.

And mi amigo out there will run point.

Amigo? Tú ... Tú trust...

Pusha? Yeah, man. He got my back.

I trust him. Look.

I'll vivir in both ciudades, just to be safe.

Okay.

Dale.

[mid-tempo hip-hop playing]

[sighs] All right. Let's do this.

Wait! Wait, wait. Pérate. Chill.

[Markisha] Why?

You got to scope the surroundings first!

Look around.

Look at that girl carrying her little food bag.

Look in your rearview mirror.

Look in the restaurant. Look. Look.

Yeah, and I see that Isaac is sitting right here, so come on.

And I see him too.

But you want to make sure that...

Hold up. Something ain't right.

-What? -You see all those white boys?

[Markisha] Yeah. What about 'em?

[Terry] There's one sitting by the entrance,

and there's one by the side-door exit,

and there's one by the bathroom hallway.

[dramatic music plays]

And none of them are eating.

[Terry] Exactly.

And look at that work truck right there.

-Surveillance. -Oh, shit.

This is a fucking sting. Come on, Terry. We got to go.

♪ We came to bust, we came to boom ♪

♪ We came to bust ♪

♪ Better make room for the bum rush ♪

What the fuck was that, Markisha?

You and Isaac trying to set me up, huh?

Are you fucking serious? I don't know what happened.

And I could've been arrested, too.

-This was my deal. -Yeah, right.

The deal that you insisted had to be today

so you don't let your boy Isaac down.

Tee, I had no idea about the heat.

[cellphone rings, beeps]

Hello?

[Meech] Ticket sales are moving to the Lou for good.

I thought you said it was a one-off.

[Meech] I know, Tee, but that crazy guy

can't party in Atlanta no more.

Easier to hang in the Lou

and easier for all the fans to get to on both ends.

Yeah, but I think that broker out there need to be replaced.

[Meech] He a team player.

Stop being sensitive and take notes.

-[line disconnects, phone beeps] -Fuck!

Meech is the only person

who could get under your skin like that.

He ain't been listening at all since Mexico.

I-I don't know what the fuck, but...

It's like his head is just spinning

in all the wrong directions.

Tee, he's showing you over and over again who he is.

No. This is different.

-He's different. -Let me guess.

He's trusting new people before you.

Meanwhile, you got people out here working for you

that's loyal to you, not what you built.

-Like me and Hoop. -Fuck.

I just- I just want to get this money,

clean it, and get the fuck out of here

before I end up dead or in jail.

Well, then you need to ride for people that need you

just as much as you need them.

And Meech ain't got to know shit.

[down-tempo music plays]

The way I see it, we both got something to prove.

And we both got families to provide for.

So I'm back in?

No.

You're back to doing whatever the fuck I tell you to

and keeping your damn mouth shut.

Understood.

Good. I'll be in contact.

[door opens, bell chimes]

[door closes]

Now, how can you trust that nigga again?

I only trust money, Hoop.

He needs it. I got it.

And as long as that's true, he's useful to me.

But I've been A-one since day one.

Why not me?

He's disposable. You're not.

When bodies start to drop, I'd rather it be him.

[older Terry] Over time, I realized

good faith can easily turn into bad blood.

Times I couldn't get through to bruh,

I had no choice but to go over his head or behind his back.

♪ Put the women and kids away ♪

♪ This grown-man biz ♪

♪ Out here taking chances ♪

♪ Better own that shit ♪

♪ Yeah, better own that shit ♪

♪ No time to kid around ♪

♪ This is grown-man shit ♪

♪ Put the women and kids away ♪

♪ This grown-man biz ♪

♪ Out here taking chances ♪

♪ Better own that shit ♪

♪ Yeah, better own that shit ♪

♪ No time to kid around ♪

♪ This is grown-man shit ♪

♪ Ain't nothing 'bout my style low, nigga ♪

♪ I spit vintage ♪

♪ Been a boss since 800 Concourse Village ♪

♪ Always got my game face on 'cause I don't scrimmage ♪

♪ Take that side-eye to the sideline ♪

♪ You might get injured ♪

♪ OG status but I'm out here tryin' to touch the youth ♪

♪ Keep your inner circle small ♪

♪ Only trust a few ♪

♪ Keep your enemies close ♪

♪ Don't run the town fool ♪

♪ Spend your life gettin' wet every day ♪

♪ You drown, fool ♪

♪ These young'uns all gassed up ♪

♪ Better hit your brakes before you crash, dumbass ♪

♪ Still making kid mistakes ♪

♪ The goal's to be wealthy ♪

♪ Fuck being well off ♪

♪ Still hot a decade later ♪

♪ My contemporaries fell off ♪

♪ Still talkin 'bout "I'ma be the man one day" ♪

♪ Better ditch them plans, fam, get a 401(k) ♪

♪ I won't hesitate to cock and bust a shell off ♪

♪ Give hands to grown men ♪

♪ For baby boys, I take my belt off ♪

♪ Yo, there's rules to this game, so understand it ♪

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