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What?

Yo Jax.

Get the fuck up.

I'm about to help you
get paid bro.

Well, you remember Ms. Jordan?

Well, she asked me
to talk to you.

Remember that daughter Lisa?

Well she wound up marrying
a doctor.

Some cat named Myers.

Well, the doctor's been
knocking her around man.

And Ms. Jordan promised
she'd holler at you

about checkin' his
'lil ass.

I know you don't like fucking
with domestic drama

and all that bro,

but I know how you don't much
like bullies either.

You get his little ass
pregnant,

that's worth about
Two G's right there.

Ms. Jordan just has $500.

But yeah, I'm gonna kick in
another $1500.

Doc's supposed to be some little
bitty mother fucker.

Just scare his 'lil punk ass,
man.

That should do the trick.

Little bitty mother fucker...

Question mark.

Question mark.

Question mark.

I'm gonna fuck you up Ree Ree.

Exclamation point.

Got you, man.

I got you, brother.

Another one. Come on.

Push that shit.

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

All you, all you, brother.

There it is.

Thanks for the spot.

Bob Myers, I ain't ever seen
you right before.

You a new trainer?

Tell me something.

At your size, was it hard
to become a surgeon?

Cuz I'd imagine the instruments

wouldn't fit in your
hand properly.

You're not here to work out,
are you?

I come to you this morning
in reference

to a personal matter that
has not become

a matter of business to me.

This matter is of an
instance of

spousal abuse
committed by you, doctor.

upon one Lisa Myers,
your wife.

Now, I assure you Mrs. Myers
knows nothing of this meeting

and has had no part in hiring
my services.

I'm working on behalf
of concerned individuals

whose sole purpose is to bring a
cease to this matter.

In other words,

that hitting your wife shit's
gotta stop.

What are you, a cop?

Private detective?

Lawyer?

I'm Jaxen, and my message is
simple, never hit her again.

And who the hell do you think
you are, nigger?

What do you want me to say?

I'm sorry,
I'll never hit her again.

You will before you leave
this room.

Call me that word again and
you won't be able to.

I can't believe
this shit.

First of all, you don't even
know what she did.

You don't come into my gym and
chastise me about my wife.

You better get the fuck out of
here while you still can.

You're gonna be sorry you ever
stuck your nose in my business.

Sit your ass down.

I don't know who raised you,
but I don't care what she said.

Or what she did.

There's no reason to put your
hands on a woman.

But a motherfucker as
big as you?

That's some real
punk ass shit.

I bet you probably were a big
deal wherever you grew up.

Huh?

You just missed out on
some essential

character building
ass-whoopings,

that's all.

Now I give you my word, I'm not
gonna tell anybody about this.

Violence was not my aim,
nor was it to humiliate you.

Man, we got to be better
than this, man.

I mean, this black on black
violence has to stop.

I'm not talking about me.

Here's a suggestion.

Here's what you do.

You make a grip,
so buy her some

jewelry, a nice dress,
a dozen roses,

but promise to get therapy,
and take her on a nice vacation.

If she asks you why you
look so fucked up,

just tell her that you
took an MMA class

at the gym, and the other
guy looks worse.

Aight?

What are you supposed to say?

I'm sorry.

I'll never do it again.

My man.

Okay, cut.

All right, it ain't gonna get
no better than that.

That's all I got.

Take five.

Yo, baby.

What?

Baby girl, baby girl.

That was all right.

But you singing that shit,

but you damn sure not feeling
that shit.

I'm tired.

You know what I'm saying?

You too damn young to be
that damn lazy.

You nobody lazy, Unc.

We've been in here since
6 o'clock last night.

It's 7 o'clock in the morning,
and I am through.

If you can't find nothing out of
all that shit that we cut,

then why don't you go
sing it then?

I'm not trying to stress you.

You know what I'm saying?

But if you keep singing that old
ass sound and weak ass shit,

and it flops, you're gonna look

at me crazier than a
motherfucker,

and you know it.

Unc, I know you mean well, but

when I'm in there singing
my ass off,

and you telling me that I'm
singing with no feeling,

you think that's gonna make
me sing better?

No.

I'm trying to put
my foot in your behind

and get you where
you need to be.

Unc, I love you.

I'm going to bed.

I love you.

I love you too.

Take your little ass home,
get some rest,

but you better be back
here on time tomorrow

to do what you
need to do.

Hey, babe.

I know you're probably
still asleep.

I'm about to knock out.

I hit you around two.

Love you.

Goodnight.

Damn, Eddie, you've really
fallen off.

You usually open a car door
for me when I come in.

You must be more tired
than I am.

Sorry, Ms. Jahari.

Eddie's out sick.

I'm Roger.

You're in good hands.

We need two more up front.

We've got Crossy coming
with five VIPs.

Yeah, yeah.

Hello, Big Will.

How you feeling?

I'm fine, good.

All right, all right, Captain.

Boom.

Boom, get your ass out of here.

Now, I warned you about that
drug shit, okay?

Now you're banned.

Don't come back to the club.

Look, if you wasn't
Pookie's brother,

I'd have you arrested.

Now get out.

You too, big man.

I ain't going anywhere,
motherfucker.

Bro.

Relax.

And leave.

Nigga, you got to put me out.

Gage.

Yes, boss.

I need you to come to
the men's room

and take Boom and his boy
from off the floor

and get their asses out.

Copy.

Gage.

Now don't hurt nobody.

Just take them out gently.

You copy?

Copy.

Damn.

Hey, man, you look like
new money.

Come on in office,
let me tighten you up.

I ought to tighten you up.

You could have told me
the doctor was a big,

The Rock-looking
motherfucker.

That shit was funny though,
wasn't it?

Yeah, hilarious.

You know, Big Stevie's
mom passed.

Ah, send my condolences.

Yeah.

And give this back to
Ms. Jordan.

You should be ashamed
of yourself

taking that woman's money.

I'm not ashamed, but when am
I going to get my money back?

What?

What?

What?

Okay, now.

I'm seriously regretting
my life decisions.

How could I have let
you get away,

and how could you be
more beautiful?

Jax, it's so good to see you.

What have you been up
to these days?

Well, this is it.

I'm heading security here.

I started doing it after
I left the PD.

Sit down.

I'm surprised to see
you were here.

I didn't think clubs were
your thing.

Oh, they're not.

But times change.

I'm actually here checking
out this band

for a potential gig
I might want to book them for.

I'm doing event planning now.

By yourself?

Sometimes.

But you do know
I know how to handle myself.

What?

I'm sitting here trying
to figure out

how and why
did we lose touch.

Funny.

I was thinking the same thing.

A hell of a jump.

Going from the morgue
to throwing parties.

Yeah, too much death,
not enough life.

But I'm so glad I left because
I'm really enjoying it.

I'm making good money,
meeting interesting people.

It's a lot of good opportunity
for me.

How does your man feel
about you

being out all hours
of the night?

Well, while I am an independent
sister, if I had a man,

I wouldn't be out with you at
one in the morning.

If he was confident about
what he has,

then he wouldn't
sweat it.

Okay, so you're saying you'd
have absolutely no problem

if I was out with
a handsome brother

such as yourself
if you were my man?

If I was your man, you wouldn't
want for anything, so yeah.

But it probably
wouldn't happen.

So where's your office?

I'm in the Calico Arts building.

Huh? Know it well.

It's right around the corner
from my place.

You live over there?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

I didn't know security jobs
pay like that.

They don't.

I do odd jobs for people,
and one cat

chose to pay me with the crib
instead of cash.

And what kind of odd
jobs do you do

that pay you in real estate?

Well, it's not like I'm a
hit man or anything.

I just...

I just help people out of
tight situations.

And I guess some situations are
tighter than others.

Mm-hmm.

I thought you'd be a
lawyer by now.

Yeah, me too.

But turns out I didn't want
to live like that.

I could probably be doing
a little bit better

than I am now,

but I do get to sleep at night.

And I know a lot of cops and
lawyers who don't.

But enough about me.

We still haven't figured out why
we didn't make us happen.

That's easy.

Me, starting my own business.

You, a cop in law school.

Not exactly the best
setting for

something to jump off
romantically.

What about this?
This is romantic.

It's late.

The lights are low.

Look, I ain't gonna lie
to you, Jax.

I've always liked you.

And it is really, really
good to see you.

But you know I won't do
one night stands.

So look, you have my number.

Why don't you give me a call
when you have some free time?

And maybe we can hang.

How about now?

This is my place.

And this is nice.

I love your artwork.

Wish I could take credit for it,
but it came with a place.

I guess this is what odd
jobs get you, huh?

Yeah.

No way.

What?
Wait, wait.

I never taught you
up to that level.

Well, you weren't the only
Wing Chun teacher in Atlanta.

And I definitely wasn't one of
those silly girls

who was trying to get with
the hot instructor.

When we moved on,
I kept training.

Oh it's like that.
Okay, all right.

Challenge accepted.

Thank you.

Oh no, I'll be right back.

Uh-oh.

You need to get dressed.

You're coming with us.

Come with you where?

Holland needs to talk to you,
right now.

He forgot how to use
a fucking phone?

Listen, that last thing you
pulled with him,

he prefer to do business
like this.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Ain't no hey, hey,
I gotta gun.

Listen, listen,
put the fucking gun down.

-I'm not putting this gun down.
-Hey, look, could you--

I'm not looking at,
get your shit on, let's go.

I don't like guns, okay?

Don't get shot by one then.

Could you please put the
fucking gun down?

No, I wanna shoot you.

You need to calm your ass down
and shut the fuck up.

Man, first, I don't like guns.

I don't give a fuck
what you like.

Second, what sense
does it make?

We gonna go
all the way downtown

with a big ass gun in my face.

Man, shut your fucking mouth.

It's broad daylight.

Shut your fucking mouth,
come on.

Are you that stupid?

-I got the fucking gun.
-Yes, you do.

-I'm doing the talking.
-I see you have your gun.

-Yes.
-But do you have brains?

I'm gonna shoot your ass.

What fucking sense does it make

to go all the way downtown with
a fucking gun in my face?

You gonna find out.
-You gotta put it down sometime.

Never.

Right, you gotta drive the
fucking car, right?

You gotta put it down to
drive the car,

put the gun away.

-I'm not stupid.
-Man, you are stupid.

You make me shoot your ass.

You can't shoot me.

I wanted to shoot you in 1985.

Make me shoot your ass.

What we gonna do,
go all the way downtown?

Bro, you ain't gonna tell me
what you do.

With a big ass gun in
my fucking face.

You gotta put the motherfucker
down at some point.

No, no, I really don't.

You want me to get dressed,
right?

Get dressed,
let's go.

Okay, how do I get dressed?

Are you gonna go with me
to the bedroom

with a big ass fucking
gun in my face?

You eventually have to put the
gun down anyway, right?

Why don't you just put it down
now and let me get dressed?

Am I making sense, right?

You're stupid, motherfucker.

I don't need this shit.

Shit.

Willis, I'm sending
two guys down

who tripped over themselves.

You mean them two,
big niggas?

You know how I feel about
that word, Willis.

And yes, them.

Sorry about that.

Well, when those two fools
get downstairs,

make sure they don't
come back up.

You ain't got to worry
about that.

You know I keep my
Roscoe on me.

What you talking about, Wil-?

What are you saying, Willis?

My military issued,
45 Colt.

There's no need for all
of that, Willis.

Just make sure that you
escort them out.

Just want to let you know
I got your back.

Thank you.

Do you have an appointment,
sir?

Yeah, your asshole boss made
it this morning.

Sir, you can't go in there.

You brothers gonna have to
reschedule your meeting.

I'm sorry Mr. Holland,
I tried to stop him.

That's all right, Loni.

Please escort Loco out.

Loni will take care of you

while I deal with
Action Jaxen here.

I'll catch up with you
guys later

and we can close this deal.

Don't worry, Loni,
just close the door behind you

and hold all my calls.

Will do.

What up, black man?

Yeah, fuck all that fake
black man shit.

Two of your clowns came
to see me

and my property got destroyed.

Why'd you send them two dumb
motherfuckers to see me?

You know what, fuck all that.

Just replace my shit
so I can get the fuck on.

I sent them dumb motherfuckers.

Cause I wanna hire you.

Well, you gotta fucked up way of
hiring a brother.

Replace my shit,
let's call it two grand.

Loni, go down to accounting
and get $2,000.

Cash.

Tell the accountant
to charge it

to the Loco's recording budget.

Already stealing from
these guys

and you ain't even signed
them yet.

Stay in your lane.

Gonna take her a minute to
get the cash, so.

You may as well hear me out.

Two minutes?

In a nutshell, I need you
to find Jahari.

To find her?
Was she lost?

Well, you know she is our
biggest selling act

and also my biggest source
of aggravation.

She has a new album
ready to drop

and
she just disappeared.

Call the cops.

I can't do that.

I'm about to take the
company public

and if people find out
I can't handle

my main instrument
of cash flow,

your offer will be dead before
it gets off the ground.

Thank you.

I don't understand it.

There's a whole lot
of other cats

you could hide for less money
and less headache.

And besides, I don't like
your ass no way.

Didn't you?

used to be her bodyguard?

What's with the air quotes,
motherfucker?

Yeah, I was her bodyguard
and nothing else.

Then who was the song
about, huh?

Who?

Who?

Some other kung fu bodyguard
she in love with.

Who?

Well, evidently.

And she don't wanna deal with
your dumb ass no more.

But shit, I'm proud that you-

Oh, I know you don't
wanna do this.

I had hoped I wouldn't have
to tell you this

to get you to take the job.

She's using heroin again.

Goddamn it.

Man, that shit almost killed
her the last time.

Last time she vanished,

we managed to keep it
from the press.

She could be on a gutter,

a holdup somewhere
getting high.

But I need her back here,
clean,

and ready to promote
this album.

That's all you care
about, right?

The fucking album.

Drugs and singers
are a way of life.

Jimi Hendrix,
Billie Holiday,

and the list goes on and on.

I didn't get her hooked
on drugs,

but I have to deal with
it on my own.

Shit is fucked up
and I can't have that.

So name your price.

I need her back here.

$50 grand.

$25 now.

$25 on delivery.

If you had all that
in your safe,

why didn't you reimburse
my property from there?

If I had reimbursed you
from there,

you wouldn't have stayed
to hear my offer.

$50 grand, kinda steep.

Glad to see you got a price,

just like everybody else.

I'm not gonna promise you
a damn thing.

I'ma see what turns up.

Hey, Loni, is it?

Yes.

Loni, I'm so sorry I barged
past you like that.

And if he gives you any
flag for it,

just give me a call.

Please.

I was hired as a secretary.

I ain't security.

I'm wondering if you could
do me a favor.

Look, I'm trying to find Jahari
for ass-bucket in there

and I'm not certain
he's telling me everything.

Oh, Mr. Jones, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no, no, it's not
Mr. Jones, it's Jaxen.

And I'm not gonna ask you
to do anything

that might get you
into trouble.

Just if you hear or see anything
that might help,

give me a call.

All right,
I think I can do that.

Now make sure your name
stays out of it, okay?

Okay.

All right, and?

I want you to take this and
have a nice dinner with me.

Oh, I definitely can do that.

All right, talk to you soon.

Mm-hmm.

Holland here.

Am I on speaker?

No, I don't have you
on speaker.

Yeah, listen,
I understand your concern

and the circumstances
created the outcome

that we are dealing with.

So let's move forward.

We know the offer
is going public in this.

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck!

You two fine to be working
and I can make that happen.

Okay.

Yeah, I can make that happen.

Hey, excuse us.

Oh, excuse me,
hey man, this is my club.

Hey baby, I'll be right back.

What's going on?

Man, if God made anything else,
He kept it for Himself.

Man, that girl was
fine as hell.

You was cock-blocking, man.

I'm sitting there rapping
with her.

I almost had her.

And here you come,
outta nowhere.

Yeah, so Ree,

I'm gonna need to take
some time off

T can hold things down
while I'm gone.

Why, what's up?

Holland hired me to
find your Jahari.

Man, why you keep fucking
with this dude?

You know he ain't shit.

Yeah, yeah, I know,
but the bag is good.

And look, he told me she's
on that shit again.

Now, if she's out there a while

and I wanna make sure
I get to her

before something else does.

Hey man, why you keep trying
to be this girl's savior?

I'm not.

I just wanna make sure
she's okay, that's all.

I hope that's all,

because I just signed papers
promoting you

as Admiral, Save-A-Hoe.

Don't make me send
that shit in.

We've been out of touch
for years,

so I don't have any leads on
where she might be now.

Well, you know what,
last I knew

she was hanging with some
cat named Money.

He's supposed to be some
big baller or whatever,

but I don't know what
his game is.

You know where I might
find him?

They say he owns an after-hour
called Moneymakers.

It's on Euclid,
that's what I know.

Say on Euclid?

Shit.

I'll catch you later.

We had what I thought was a
beautiful night together.

I sent you a very meaningful
gift, I call you,

and you have the audacity
to hang up on me.

I know we haven't seen each
other in a long ass time,

but if this is how you operate,
I'm good.

Fine, keep the flowers.

Oh, so that's how you get down,
just walk away?

Yes, I am mad, Jax,
but it doesn't mean

we can't talk about it.

I thought you were better
than this.

I guess this really was
a one night stand.

Oh, hell no,
look, and you're right,

I am better than this.

It's just that some crazy shit
jumped off after you left,

and when you called,
I was in the middle

of dealing with it.

Look, this new job came up,

we're gonna have to chill
for a minute.

I don't understand, what does a
new job have to do with us?

I've been hired to find
somebody,

and if it gets crazy, I don't
want you anywhere near it.

Who the hell you gotta find?

It's not important.

If it's not important,
then why can't you tell me?

Damn, is this how
it's gonna be with you?

Well, Jax, don't give me
that bullshit.

If you can't talk to me,
then we are wasting our time.

Barnes Holland hired me
to find this singer, Jahari.

Oh, the singer?

Jax, I didn't forget that you
used to mess around with her.

No, I was just her bodyguard.

Come on, Jax,
just be straight up with me.

Clearly that song she wrote
was about you.

Gina, please, let's not make
this something it's not.

My life isn't usually
this fucked up.

Just let me get this job done,

and we can pick up
where we left off, okay?

Fine.

Do what you gotta do,
and I'll do the same.

But whether you realize
it or not,

this dude right here
is not the same man

I was with last night.

Excuse me, brothers.

Sorry to push up on you
brothers like this,

but I need to have a word
with Money.

How do you know me?

I didn't,
until I said your name

and your guys looked
right at you.

Look, you don't know me,

but I know something
that went down

that you might be interested in.

So spill it.

Believe me, you don't want this
said out in the open.

You sweep back at you,
take him.

He's our future, bro.

Take him.

You know why I dig these
flicks, man?

Motherfuckers took no shit
from nobody.

The white man, brothers,
bitches, nobody.

I respect that ideology.

They'd go down in flames for
what they believed

if it came to that.

I live by that shit.

So what's up?

What you want my old lady, bro?

Not me.

It's her record company.

They hired me to find her,
well...

they feel like she's missing.

Cigar?

No thank you.

Damn.

Can't offer a brother nothing,
huh?

Whatever.

Look, she told me a couple
of weeks ago

that she was going on a DL,

said she sick of all that
record company shit,

so you can go back to Holland's
punk ass

and tell him she good.

When's the last time
you seen her?

Couple of days ago.

Call her.

See if she answers.

All right.

If that'll close this up.

My boy said you was a cop.

Sent him up for a two year bid.

Used to be.

Now I'm sort of a fixer.

And I head security
at Club Bank.

You that cat?

Yeah, I heard about you.

Kung fu and shit, right?

Why you fucking with a buster
like Holland?

Long story.

What's your game anyway?

Nobody seems to have you
figured out.

That's the way I like it.

No drugs, no hoes,
other than that.

Anything goes.

What's this for?

We going to her crib.

It never take her this
long to answer.

No thanks.

I don't like 'em.

You a strange motherfucker
Jaxen.

Shit, I furnished this
motherfucker.

Who could have done this shit?

Jahari!

Jahari!

Baby?

Jahari!

Baby?

Baby!

Jahari!

Baby, where you at?

Baby?

Jahari!

Motherfucker has
got me fucked up.

That motherfuckers think they
could just take my woman

and I ain't gonna do nothing.

Brother, de-escalate man.

You don't even know who
took her yet.

Okay, what are you gonna do?

Start beating up people randomly
till somebody talks?

Yeah, that's exactly what
I'm gonna do.

What you expect me to do?

I'm supposed to just sit
here like a bitch,

waiting for her to show up?

Hey look,
hey remember Superfly?

Ron O'Neal was trying to get
out of the drug game.

This ain't no fucking
movie nigga.

You look, I ain't with
that nigga shit.

Call me motherfucker
if you must.

This ain't a movie
motherfucker.

Thank you.

Point is, Superfly
didn't just break out.

He had a plan.

We have to have a plan, Money.

All right, Blackbelt Jones,
what's the plan?

Give me till the weekend,
all right?

Without you blowing shit up.

If I don't find her,
do what you gotta do.

The weekend?

That's a long ass fucking
time for me

to just sit on my hands

for a motherfucker
I don't even know.

Yeah, but you didn't even
know she was gone

till I told you, right?

Look, trust me.
It's what I do.

Jaxen.

Hey, hey, surprise.

Didn't realize you owned a tux.

Hey, is that Sebastian Cruz?

No, what are the odds,
there'd be two brothers

wearing worsted wool
from Italy.

How does it handle bloodstains?

What are you doing here?

You supposed to be looking
for Jahari.

I am.

Went to her apartment and
it was trashed.

Saw this invite

and figured something might
show itself here.

Especially since I didn't get
an invite myself.

That's simple.

I didn't want you here.

Hey, quit your bullshit.

This is about more than her
being pissed about her career.

She probably tore her place up
in a heroin induced tantrum.

That don't mean-

Oh, shit!

Just do your job.

Hey.

Hey.

Damn, Loni, you are looking
fine tonight.

Oh, well, thank you, Mr. Jones.

No, no, no, please.

Just call me Jax.

Okay, Jax.

I do not understand how in
the hell your boss

could get a
man of the year award.

Jax, just try to enjoy
yourself.

I am, I am.

Like who's that lady that
Holland's talking to

in the red dress?

Oh, that's Yuen Song.

She's spearheaded Mr. Holland
getting this award.

Huh, why would she do that?

Well, she invested in the
record company early

and had a lot to do with
Mr. Holland

taking the company public.

She got deep pockets.

Hi, I am so pleased with
the turnout.

Your attention to detail.

Matter of fact,
I'm ready to discuss you

setting up my next
three functions.

Oh, thank you.

I'm just so surprised that
you would take

such a personal interest in
something this small,

especially with everything you
have on your plate.

It's all a matter of
perspective, Gina.

This is a pleasant distraction
from my day-to-day chaos

of my business.

Well, here comes
my distraction.

Not a bad one?

How you doing?

Fine.

Yuen Song,
this is Mr. Jones.

Damn, Mr. Jones?

Mr. Jones,
pleased to meet you.

Me as well.

You here to celebrate with
the guest of honor?

Not hardly.

The guest of honor hired me to
do some work for him,

and that's why I'm here.

What kind of work would
that be?

Well, Mr. Holland is having
a little grief

with one of his artists,

and he'd like me to help
straighten things out with her.

May I have heard of
this artist?

Well, since you are an investor,
her name is Jahari.

Excuse me, I'm gonna go
check on catering.

Jahari, I've met her once,
but that was it.

And how will you straighten
things out

between she and Holland?

Well, that depends on
the circumstances.

If you'll excuse me,
I have a few guests

I have to attend to.

Good luck, Mr. Jones.

I have no doubt you'll get even
more than you're looking for.

Well, it usually turns
out that way.

Oh, excuse me, Ms.-

Song.

Uh, sorry fellas,
I only dance with ladies.

My apologies, Mr. Jones.

Fang and Lung are
my longtime bodyguards,

and they can be a bit
overprotective.

What was it that you wanted?

I know you were instrumental in
Holland getting this award.

I guess I was just wondering,
why?

Holland's a good
creative executive,

and it's a nice enough business.

It allows me to stretch my
different muscles.

It's a pleasure speaking
with you.

Perhaps I'll see you again.

I look forward to that.

Boys.

No worries, fellas.

Maybe we'll get together
and kick it sometime.

Fang, Lung, now.

What was that about?

What was what about?

You know all that
"I'm the man shit."

You know,
it's good to see you.

Well, I was quite surprised.

Well, this is what I do,

and this is by far the biggest
event I've had yet.

Congratulations.

Look, I don't wanna interrupt
your flow,

so I'm gonna go, okay?

Jax, hold up.

Let's talk for a minute.

I'm very disappointed
in you two.

Any attention I draw to myself
is because I orchestrate it.

Your behavior with Mr. Jones
was embarrassing.

Now compose yourselves,
no more warnings.

Look, I've been in like five
fights in the last two days.

Now that's what my life looks
like right now,

and I can't have you
up in that mix.

Wow.

Thank you.

I can't even begin to tell you
how much I appreciate

you protecting me from all
this adversity.

Because relationships only
happen if shit is perfect,

right?

You see, you think I'm some
weak little chick

who you gotta protect.

We could save that Tarzan shit
for someone else,

and when you learn how
to communicate,

give a sister a call.

Wow.

I think I figured it out.

Figured what out?

Why?

We never happened.

I don't know if we were on some
good behavior shit,

but I never saw this
side of you.

You were clearly not just
that fine girl

from Berkeley
with a pretty smile.

You are as ride-or-die as any
man would ever wish for.

And if I had just invested
the time back then,

maybe I would have found out.

Now that's on me.

Now I lost you one time,

and I'll be damned
if I lose you again.

Hey Jaxen,
tell me this your sister?

No Willis,
this is my lady, Gina.

-Hi Willis.
-How you doing?

-Nice to meet you.
-Same here.

Now Willis use to-
Get down!

What happened?

I think the bullet went
in and out.

Ambulance is on the way.

You okay?

I just got shot, Jaxen.

How the fuck would I be okay?

Sorry, your gun
wasn't much help Willis.

Damn, that gun is from
World War II.

So were the bullets.

You ever clean this thing
Willis?

Not really.

Come on man, why would the
Dragons be coming after you?

Damon, like I've been telling
you for the last 20 minutes,

I don't know who they are

or why they were shooting
at us, okay?

Once I find out,
I'll let you know.

Now let me go check on it,
all right?

Hey.

I tried, man.

It doesn't look good.
Hang in there, okay?

Take care.

How you doing?

I don't know, Jax.

I just don't know.

Yo.

Yo yourself, nigga.

I told you about that shit,
Money.

Well, it doesn't mean the
same thing nowadays.

You can dress that shit up
however you want.

You know where it came from.

What'd you find out?

I'm working on it.

But I was throwing a curve
this morning

that makes the picture
a little clearer.

I'm getting closer though.

Closer?

Nah, see, you got to do better
than closer, bruh.

Cause it's hard as hell sitting
up here doing nothing

when my woman
is just out there.

I mean, I know I gave
you the weekend,

but this shit just
ain't in my nature, Jaxen.

Hey, just chill.

I'm sure she's safe
if what I'm thinking's right.

But in the meantime,

I need you to
do me a big favor.

Dr. Meadow, 2-9-4-5.

Dr. Meadow, 2-9-4-5.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for the owner
of this helmet.

Now this person's shot a woman
I care for very much.

And before I leave here, I'm
going to find out who did this.

Are you a cop?

No.

Listen, this man shot an
innocent woman.

If there's a real man
among you,

you won't condone that
kind of shit.

Whose helmet is this?

Charlie Chan's motherfucker.

Now get the fuck out of here.

You come to tell me whose
helmet this is?

My friend, you're right.

It disgraces me,
he hurt a woman.

Forgive my insult.

I got your attention now?

Okay, let's try this again.

Whose helmet is this?

You, two seconds.

Uh, uh, uh.

Wrong answer.

All right, who's next?

Let's say you.

The helmet belongs to
Jen Sun Lo.

He an independent hitman
from Gwinnett Park.

He was admitted to
Grady Hospital.

Taken by his partner.

I don't remember his name.

All right, his partner's name?

You!

Bruce Lee.

All right,
what's his partner's name?

That's really his name.

I know like six guys named
Bruce Lee.

It's common, like Will Smith
or James Brown.

My bad.

Bruce and Jen Sun
were renegades.

They were hired by some record
company owner.

Holland?

Yes, Barnes Holland.

He wanted to make it look
professional,

but those two are
not too bright, you know?

Well, thank you for cooperating.

You've been a big help.

Man, you ain't dying.

Pellets, like paintball.

Only a hell of a lot bigger.

Hurts like a motherfucker,
don't it?

Yo, when are we gonna see
our money.

So what's this about?

Right now it's about having
a gun to your head

and not knowing if I'm gonna
pull the trigger.

You better tell me everything
you know about Song,

Jahari, and everything you
don't think I know

and hold the bullshit.

Swerve was in
a financial tailspin.

I was leveraged out,
essentially screwed.

Song gave me
a high interest rate loan.

I thought I could make an above
the board deal to buy.

She tightened the screws.

She kidnapped Jahari.

Gave me five days to
take the offering public

and get her our cash
or she would have Jahari killed.

And what good would that do?

It would be crazy demand for
her music if she died.

You ever heard of
Pop Smoke or Nipsey Hussle

before they died?

Then she would force me to give
her Swerve to ease my debt.

Turn around and sell it
for more money

than it has ever been worth.

I hired you,

because that way it wouldn't
look like

I knew what her plan was.

She heard you were involved.

She wanted you out of the way.

She said she knew you
were trouble.

She made me hire the hitman.

And I told her if they missed,

things would get ugly.

And here we are.

Jahari probably isn't even
strung out, is she?

No.

I knew that would lock you in
to finding her.

I can't believe you would
let Jahari die.

Just to get up from under Song.

You probably don't even
want her found.

You fuck around and let Gina get
hurt behind your bullshit.

I realize this is hard for you
to understand, Jaxen.

But I'm a businessman.

This was business.

This ain't business.

This is very personal.

You either talk,

or limp for the rest
of your life.

Okay.

All right, what you
got this time?

You sure you wanna know?

Oh no, that look.

You know what it is.

Damn Money,
you beat me every single time.

Well I tried to tell you,

never gamble with a nigga
named Money,

but you ain't listenin'.
Come on, listen.

Hey.

Bruh.

Much appreciated.

I owed you already.

Sup.

Keep the change, shorty.

How you doin'?

Well, the doctor said
it's only a flesh wound,

so I can go home in
the morning.

I'll be fine,

but I see what you mean now
about your lifestyle.

I am so sorry you got caught
up in this,

but I'm about to close the
books on this shit.

So you get some rest
and I'll see you

when this is over, okay?

Yeah,

I'm not sure that's
a good idea.

I mean, I got shot, Jax,
shot.

I think you might be
wrong about me.

I might've been
down to ride with you,

but I'm definitely not
down to die.

Now I just don't know.

I guess I can understand that.

Hey.

You take care.

I stopped by your crib, picked
up all that stuff you wanted.

Cool.

It's in the truck.

I didn't know they still made
DVD players though.

You know they got
streaming now, right?

Yeah, electronic leashes.

I don't do that social media
shit neither.

But hey man, thanks for Gina.

Well, don't fuck it up, okay?

Now what's up with my woman?

Well, here's the deal.

I know where she is.

Well, if you know where she is,

why are we still standing here?

I have a plan that goes
down tonight.

Get your car, I'll tell you
the rest on the way.

Man, how many vehicles you got?

Not counting boats
and motorcycles?

What?

No, look.

I only reached out to Jaxen

in case there was an
investigation.

I didn't think he would
get close

but when he showed up
at the banquet,

I knew I had to get rid of him.

So you hired Chinese hit men

to make it look like the
hit came from me.

No, no, no, no,
I didn't hire miss-men.

I hired hit men.

How did I know he was
gonna get away?

Oh, but he did.

And when were you gonna tell me

of Jaxen's visit with
you today?

Look at me, I'm talking to you.

Huh?

I want you to tell me everything
you told him

about my operation.

I didn't tell him anything.

Did that hurt?

And do you think
I believe you?

Either way, I'll find out.

You are circling the drain,
Holland.

You have 48 hours to settle
what you owe me.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

To the warehouse.

Money, I think I found her.

And there's only one man
guarding Jahari now.

Looks like Heckle and Jekyll
are back.

Shit, I got two bullets

for each one of them bitches
right here.

Nah, now at ease that shit.

We gonna bring them out to us.

Just get your guys ready.

So we gonna zip line onto
the rooftop from here?

Fuck I look like,
Tom Cruise, nah.

We gonna walk down the stairs,

cross the street and go up
the fire escape.

See, that's gonna take forever.

You got a 550 para-cord, right?

Yeah.

Check this out.

I got a hook, carabiners, and a
modified Bravo company,

BCG-AXTS Raptor from a fucking
300 blackout AR.

We're looking at a four
foot pitch,

at roughly 40 meters.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Mm-hmm.

What the hell did you do
before you did

whatever the hell you do now?

I was in a boy band.

Oh, you good?

Yeah, nice rigging job, bro.

My fault?

Yeah.

Gas is dropped.

Yes, there's a reported gas
leak in this area

the building next door,

reported three Barkays
per square foot.

I'm gonna need you to evacuate
this building.

I'm gonna need to get in here.

We're not going anywhere.

You guys can investigate,
but only one.

One? it's gonna take two hours
to oppose the 10 minutes.

Now if the confunction
of the Barkays

reached mass production,
you may not live long.

My man.

How many times do I have
to tell you?

I have to go to the bathroom.

I'm telling you I'm gonna be in
here for a long time.

Get off me.

What's with all the firepower?

Mind your business.

Scan the place, fellas.

You know what to do.

Look, there's a total
Bar-Kay concert

going on up there right now.

I need to get in there
and investigate.

Forget it.

This is about public health.

If I can't run a check, then
the new power generation

will shut you down immediately.

Let me get Colonel Abrams.

Just give us five minutes,
okay?

Just five minutes.

Give him five minutes.

Oh shit.

Looks like she got his ass.

And must have run downstairs.

Let's go, let's go.

You take this elevator down,

I'll stay and secure
this floor.

Hey man, I don't know
what's going on,

but look, this is Pendergrass.

He was upstairs cutting
the gas off.

Look, it's less
Barkays already, look.

Check it out.

All right, fellas, I guess I'ma
open up this wall

so we can get the main source
to the valve.

All I know is if you don't get
that motherfucking

gun out of my fa--

Now that was fast.

That was fast as fuck
right there, yeah.

You on point.

That was nice.

Lady J?

I knew you would come.

I knew you would come.

Now!

All right, where's Jahari?

Huh?

You got nothing to say?
Well I'm gonna start shooting

motherfuckers in
5, 4, 3, 2...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Look it's a gas leak.

If you shoot that gun,
we'll all go up.

That's bullshit.

You sure?

I'm gonna come back for you.

Just stay right here, okay?

Okay.

All right, just be tight.

Okay.

-No, no, no, no.
-No, no, no, no.

Fuck that!

Jahari!

Jahari!

Jahari!

Jahari!

No!

Fuck!

I've been waiting a long
time for this.

I ain't got no time
for this shit.

I'm a Raiders of the Lost Ark,
you ass.

Fuck around and find out.

You are such a disgrace.

It's really a shame the art has
been wasted on your kind.

So I think it's fitting
that you die

by your own dishonorable weapon,
don't you think?

Goddamn that shit hurt.

Fuck.

It's fucking broken.

Mother f-

I'm damn sure she's safe.

Jax got her out, bro.

Come on, come on.

A private detective shot to
death on my property.

A Grammy award-winning artist
bound and burned to death.

How could you be so stupid?

There is a way out.

Yeah, yeah, that's good news.

Baby?

I knew you'd come.

Oh my God,
I miss you so much.

I missed you too.

Let me look at you, you good?

Myron, what happened
to your arm?

Myron?

Damn, what is it, payback man?

Look, it's probably a
waste of time,

but I gotta tell you anyways,
you really need to relax.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you right.

It's a waste of time.

Hey, listen Doc,
are we straight?

Yeah, we're good.

All right.

Money, how's your boy
Frankie doing?

Oh, man, he's straight.

He's straight, he had
the Kevlar on,

just some bruise ribs,
that's all.

Where's Ree Ree?

Oh, he back at the club.

Said he was meeting some
piece there.

How you though?

I've been better,
but I'm all right.

That's good, because when
I run into Holland,

-I'm gonna put a whole-
-Fuck Holland.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
there's no need.

Holland's done.

And once Song
gets a hold of him.

Oh, so now she's gonna
own me too.

Jahari, nobody owns you.

Holland got a paper that
says otherwise.

Well, can't you get your
lawyers to

draw up a release or something?

You don't think they tried?

Got a whole paper drawn up,
signed it,

but he won't sign it.

He keeps it in his safe
and pulls it out

to remind me that I belong
to him.

Hey, I gotta stitch this up.

-You gotta come with me.
-Be careful.

He's gotta come on, come on,
come on, let's go.

You know, I'm pretty certain
I can get into that safe

and get that release signed.

Consider it my present to you.

You saved my life once.

You trying to do it again?

Well, the first time
it was a job.

Yeah, and I took it too far.

I was young,
but my therapist hit me to that.

It's called transference,
where the victim falls in love

with their rescuer.
So I think it was that.

But he also told me about
something else,

the savior complex,
which you might need to know

a little bit about.

You know I could text you
his info.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
text me that.

Your man, Money, at first I
didn't know how to take him.

But let me tell you, you got
yourself a really good cat.

Yeah.

He was about to tear up the
whole city over you.

He risked his life tonight
just to save you.

And it wasn't for a job.

Yeah, he's a good one.

What's up with you,
Action Jaxen?

You got a boo?

You finally gonna settle down?

Well, I got myself a prospect.

Okay.

Matter of fact,
I'm gonna check on her now.

All right, well don't forget
what my therapist said.

You know.

Oh, ahh...

-Savior complex.
-Savior complex.

Okay, okay.

All right.

Where's Gina Bowen?

The woman that was in this
room, where'd she go?

She checked herself out
about a half hour ago.

What, she was shot?

How could you let her leave?

What the fuck?

So what would it make her leave
the hospital like that?

Don't make no damn sense.

Excuse me, about a half
an hour ago,

a woman in 515 was discharged.

Do you know where she went?

Yes, Ms. Bowen.

She had me call a car for her
going to Hanum Park.

Jesus Christ.

Swerve City Records.

Swerve City Records.

Fang.

When he eventually breaks,
get rid of him.

Same goes for Jaxen's woman
when she gets here.

No loose ends.

This makes no sense.

Why would she be going to Swerve
Records at this time of night?

She had no idea what she's
getting herself into.

Really?

You're a car dealer?

No.

This is kinda nice.

Call Swerve City Records.

Swerve City Records?

Loni.

Don't say my name.

Who's there?

Oh my God.

Song came in with some
rough looking Asian guys

and they went into
Barnes office.

I think they're beating him.

Hey Loni, I'm on my
way right now.

Now just make sure--

Someone's coming.

Hi, Gina Bowen,
here for Ms. Song.

Oh sure, Ms. Bowen,
Go right on in.

Loni, pick up the phone!

Loni, stop Gina.

She can't go in there.

Ms. Bowen, you have a call
from your office?

It's an emergency, something
about an NAACP event.

Loni, no matter what you do,

get out of there as soon
as you can.

Yes sir, be sure to.

Here she is.

Hello?

Gina, don't say my name.

I'm a coworker, okay?

Now this is a matter of
life and death.

Get out of there right now.

I'm not sure what you
mean, sir.

Gina?

Those are the people
who shot you.

That's silly.

I mean, that price is silly.

Gina, Gina, Gina.

Think about it.

Song called you at the
hospital, right?

How did she know you
were there?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, yeah, yeah.

That's fine.

Mm?

Yeah, close the deal.

Okay, thank you.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Where's the ladies' room?

It's just around the corner,
first door on the left.

Okay.

Come on in when you
finish, Gina.

Will do.

How many extra clips you got?

I thought you didn't like guns?

I don't like condoms either,
but I ain't stupid.

Remember when Superfly
didn't just break out?

He had a plan.

We have to have a plan, Money.

Fuck you, Myron.

Wow, that's what we doing?

I see how it is now.

Uh-huh, when it's your woman,

it's a different story, right?

Yin.

Grab that bitch out of
the restroom.

Don't forget the secretary.

She's gone.

You take the stairs,
I'll take the elevator.

How'd that work out for
you the last time?

Funny guy.

The only difference is,
I brought

Tommy with me this time.

Who the hell is Tommy?

Oh shit.

What the fuck are you doing?

Somebody tell me what the fuck
is going on out there?

Oh boy.

Hmm.

Earlier you said,

the martial art was wasted
on my kind.

Little history lesson
for you fellas.

The first complete martial arts
was discovered in Africa,

2500 BC.

In 527 A.D. Bodhi Dharma,
aka Da Mo, aka the Black Monk,

introduced the 18 hands of the
Lo Han to the Shaolin Temple.

Thus introducing martial
arts to China.

Now I know you've seen
the depictions

of Da Mo all over China.

Let me ask you something.

Does he look like you?

Or does he look like me?

Impressive.

Where's Gina?

You expect me to just hand
her over to you?

What kind of fool
do you take me for?

I don't want you.

My beef was with Holland and
Heckle and Jekyll over there.

And I'm supposed to trust that
you won't come after me.

Bitch, you could go.

You tell me where Gina is
and I will drop you off

at international departures.

Yeah, not that simple.

It is that simple.

Look, Jahari is alive, right?

The police will just label
everything gang related.

You can go back to your
crazy rich Asian shit

and I can go back to
my damn life.

I guess I'm just not the
trusting type.

It's a pity.

I do find you quite intriguing
and sexy

under other circumstances,
well.

It is a shame it has to
end this way.

You know I was thinking
the same thing.

What a waste.

Gotcha Loni, got you.

Were you trying to flirt
with that bitch?

What bitch?

That bitch.

She said, "I find you
intriguing, even sexy."

And you said you were thinking
the same thing.

So were you trying to
get with her?

I think you sure took take care
of that part.

No, I was talking about the
trying to kill each other part.

Let's go.

Come on.

Gina's gonna help you
get your stuff

and then you're gonna leave,
okay?

Everything's gonna
be all right.

You take her.
I'll be right back.

Your bag.

Okay.

Money, is Holland dead?

Depends on what you
mean by dead.

As in,
if he's dead,

he can't very well sign
Jahari's release.

Okay, funny you should say that

because this was his official
final act

as head of Swerve City Records.

That and signing the company
over to me.

I always wanted my own
record label.

Fuck around, get OutKast
back together.

Oh shit, we gotta go.

Why?

Trust me, just take my
words for it.

We gotta go.

Loni.

-Hey.
-Hey.

You good?

I'm good.

Well alright.

Jax, come here.

Holland's in
the securities office.

Cover our tracks.

I was thinking about
remodeling anyway.

You know, give Loni
her own office.

She more than earned it.

That's what's up.

Yeah.

Oh...

You want me to drive?

Get them home.

Cause you and Gina
making babies tonight.

You laughing, but girl talk.

That's you right there,
big Homie.

Yeah, you might be right.

Let's go.

Nah.

Mm-mm.

Feel like walking the night,

interacting with nature,
you dig?

Keep the whip.

Small price for getting me
my lady back.

Plus,

I don't think Holland's
gonna make good

on the rest of your payment.

It's all good.

I think I got something better.

Yeah.

Oh.

If you ever get into any other
fly shit like this,

call the nig--

Call a brother.

You know you can't do shit
without Money.

Come on, man.

Make the world go round.

Let's go.

You ready to take this ride?

Absolutely.

Mm.

Let's go.