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♪♪

-Unh!
-Yeah.

♪Come on♪

Unh!

♪1989 the number,
another summer♪

-♪Get down♪
-♪Sound of the funky drummer♪

♪Music hitting your heart
'cause I know you got soul♪

♪Brothers and sisters, hey♪

♪Listen if you're missing,
y'all♪

♪Swinging while I'm singing♪

♪Giving whatcha getting♪

♪Knowing what I know♪

♪While the black bands
sweatin'♪

♪And the rhythm rhymes
rollin'♪

You had to be there.

You finished?

[ Exhales ]
Sure.

♪...is freedom or death♪

♪We got to fight
the powers that be♪

-♪Lemme hear you say♪
-♪Fight the power♪

[ Alarm buzzing ]

DJ Racks:
Stay woke, Brooklyn!

How you doing?
It's DJ Racks.

You are listening to
"DJ Racks in the Morning"

on the station that plays
the hits -- 109.6.

Today is the big day,
ladies and gentlemen.

It is our annual "Flavors
of Brooklyn" celebration.

We are throwing block parties
all over town.

Make sure you come on down, but
please, please stay hydrated.

It's a scorcher out there.

We don't want you passing out

like somebody's mama
at a Drake concert.

Everybody up!

It's time to wake up
out your dreams

and face your
jacked-up realities.

Mullins, man, it's hot as balls
in here, man.

What happened
to the A/C?

Well, the A/C, like most
of y'all in here, is broke.

Yeah, but when is it
gonna get fixed?

The repairman said he can't
come by till this evening.

Big Country:
I sweat like crazy.

You stay down there,
and I'm likely

to make it rain
in the worst way possible.

Yeah, well, I'm not staying
in this hot-ass oven, man.

It smell like the devil's
ass crack in here.

Besides, I got a truck
in that block party today.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Yo, Green Eyes, come pick me up
in the truck, man.

We got to make sure
we get a good spot

on the streets, a'ight?

A'ight.

Mullins: Hold on.

D-D-Did I hear this right?

You let that Green Eye fella
take your truck alone?

Yeah, well,
what's it to you?

Well, first of all,
I'm a grown-ass man,

and I ain't calling another dude
"Green Eyes."

And secondly,
didn't you say

that this guy's thing
was robbing people?

Used to be.
Not no more.

All I know is that the guys
that live in my house,

they did their time
and they learned from it.

This guy, he been doing
criminal stuff recently.

Hey, see, that's what
my food truck is about --

second chances.

Giving people hope
that they can do better.

Me hiring Green Eyes

is me putting my money
where my mouth is.

Okay.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

But as a side note,

never literally put money
where your mouth is

because money is known to have,
like, fecal matter on it,

so when you put that money
up in your mouth like that,

and next thing you know,
you're gonna get --

Yeah, I got to
get this door fixed.

It always kind of come back open
like this.

Anyway, so...

♪♪

♪♪

Ah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

Let's get this money.
Let's get this money.

-Boy.
-Yes, sir.

Oh, snap.

Damn, $900,000?
Who can afford this?

There's buildings all over
Brooklyn priced like that.

Motherfuckers is buying
old apartment buildings,

flipping them,
then selling them joints

as condos
and lofts and shit.

Yo, that's word, man.

They did that
to my mom's building, man.

Now she got to bounce
all the way to Connecticut.

I miss my moms, man.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Mom, I don't want
to talk to your ass.

The thing is, man, ain't even
no brothers on the wall, man.

-Crazy.
-Hey!

Can't park there.

Who says so?

I need this space for my workers
to get in and out.

But this is a big block party
here, my dude.

I'm on a tight
construction schedule,

and there's no way that I'm
falling behind and losing money

because of a block party.
Mm.

But this is for
the neighborhood.

Peter:
I own this building.

Nobody asked me
about any block party.

Well, if you
own this building,

how come we never
see you around?

Yeah, how come,
Mr. Rockefeller?

I bet he don't even
live 'round here.

-That's word.
-Tell you something, man.

Just 'cause you own
this building

don't make you Brooklyn.

-Brooklyn is for the people.
-That's word.

This building
has been run down for years.

I want
to ask you something.

If you love Brooklyn
so much,

how come you people
didn't buy it?

Oh, so what
you trying to say?

You think we don't know what
the word "you people" mean?

See, now, you lucky
this brotha's a changed man,

or he'd whoop your ass
three times

for saying
some mess like that.

-Whoop his ass, Tray.
-Four times!

I got no time for this.

Tray:
So buying this building

is supposed to be making
Brooklyn "great again"?

I voted for Obama.

Oh!
Oh! Oh!

It's hot as hell
out here.

You know it's that
global warming, right?

Preach, nigga.
Man-made global warming.

Felony, if you don't
break it down right now.

I'm trying to tell you
like this.

Like, it's all the extra
methane in the atmosphere.

-Okay.
-You know the culprit, right?

-Veganism.
-Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

What?

'Cause cows
fart methane.

But now you got all these cows
not getting eaten,

but they're
still farting.

-Facts, B.
-Science.

-Facts.
-You know what?

You fools could actually benefit
from reading a book

instead of pontificating
all the time.

Global warming comes
from the greenhouse effect.

That too.

And the main culprit

is carbon dioxide.

We knew that.

Carbon dioxide comes from
Jheri curl activator.

How you think California
got so hot?

-Yo!
-Wow!

♪♪

Yo, son, I like how you
handled yourself back there.

What you mean?

See, my first inclination

would've been
to smack fire at him

had he come up on me
like that.

But you -- you handled him
all intelligent-like.

I guess after 15 years
in the pen, man,

I do do things
a little differently.

Yeah,
I ain't mad at it.

Live a lot longer
that way.

Yo.
You good?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

You know, just been thinking
about things is all.

You know, it feels good

not having to look over
my shoulder all the time.

You legit now.

Yeah.

First time
in a long time.

Yeah, and I ain't even mad that,
you know,

it's for so much
less money.

You ain't getting no raise,
Dwayne.

-Right.
-Hey!

Green Eyes getting paid?

Man: Okay, back it up.
[ Beeping ]

Cousin, you ain't shit.
[ Engine rumbling ]

It sounds like here comes
the competition, kid.

Bobby,
get those boxes out!

-Yo, I ain't doing nothing!
-Could you get that bread?

-Okay.
-I need that bread.

-And get the big bag of Frito.
-I want a raise!

Green Eyes, does he make you
pay for meals, too?

-Yo, Bobby, come on!
-Crazy, man.

♪♪

DJ Racks:
Stay woke, Brooklyn!

How y'all feeling
this afternoon?

[ Cheering ]

Brooklyn, let's get
this party started!

[ Cheering ]

Make sure you check out all the
fabulous vendors we have here.

Make sure you go check out
the street market

and buy you
some arts and crafts.

Make sure you get your
blood pressure checked

at our health
and wellness booth,

because health is wealth,
ladies and gentlemen.

Give it up, party people.
[ Cheering ]

Eat at one of our many
fabulous food trucks.

We have the Easy Being Green
farm-to-table truck.

Give it up.
[ Cheering ]

Over here we have
the Hit It Raw vegan truck.

I know my fellas gonna
love that one, yes, indeed.

We have the LGB Treats
dessert truck.

We got the Cheese Baby,
Baby Cheese.

Last but not least,
we got the Last Meal on Wheels.

Check them out, party people,
in the place to be.

DJ Racks.
Let's go.

♪♪

Tray: I'm coming in
'cause this is beautiful.

All different type of people,
all different kind of food.

Yo, Brooklyn ain't about
no $900,000 apartments.

This is what Brooklyn's
about, kid.

Oh, yeah!
DJ Racks: Party people,

remember to vote
for your favorite food truck.

The food truck
that gets the most votes

will get free advertising
for one year on 109.6,

the station
that plays the hits.

Yo, let me tell you
something, man.

We got to kick these
other trucks' asses

like they stole
our freedom.

-Yeah!
-Let's do this.

♪♪

Tray: Here you go,
one Juvenile Offender.

Mmm.
This is good.

Yeah,
you like that, huh?

Mmm. What you put in here?
Rihanna?

That's the casing
of a footlong

stuffed with
a Lunchable kids meal.

I'm voting for you.

I'm-a get everybody
to vote for you.

-You better.
-The Last Meal on Wheels.

Everybody vote for
the Last Meal on Wheels!

What a waste.

What you mean,
what a waste, man?

You gonna come all the way over
here to our establishment --
Tray: Yo, Bobby.

Bobby, Bobby,
Bobby, chill!

Is there a problem,
Officer?

I was just saying
it's a waste

'cause I'm on a diet
and I can't eat anything here.

Oh. Oh.
It all smells so good,
especially yours.

Thank you, man.
You on a diet out here?
Yeah.

Man, that's like
going to a strip club

with a brick tied
to your dick.

-Facts.
-Well, listen, here.

Taste this.

We won't tell nobody.

Mmm.

I just gained five pounds.

That's 'cause I just put
a food baby in you.

How you stay so thin working
around all this good food?

Oh, come on, now, you trying to
get in my pants, Officer Dobbs?

Here,
take that with you.

Okay, now you're trying
to get inmypants.

[ Laughs ]
You know that.

You know th--

Bobby, Green Eyes.

-What's up?
-Hold the fort down.

Hold the fort down.

What you --
Oh, oh, yo.

Yo, that's his moms, yo.

Hey, Ma.

I didn't think
you was gonna come.

Oh, I didn't come
for you.

I came to give out fliers
for the church.

Oh.
But it got so hot,
I had to stop.

I figure if these people
can handle the heat,

they'll do well in hell.

Have a seat, Ma.

Let me get you
something cool to drink.

I can get you
a Green Mile Tea.

It come in small, medium,
or lethal injection.

Why do you have to promote
such negative stereotypes?

Ma, what's negative
about it?

Bobby: Order number 20-to-Life,
your fries are ready!

Order number 20-to-Life!

Now, it's bad enough
you went to prison,

but now you want
to glamorize it?

Ma, this food truck
is my pride and joy.

Next to Amira,
it's my greatest creation.

What about Shahzad?
He almost made the list.

Green Eyes: Win, your
Prison Gang Crepes are ready!

One Prison Gang Crepe.

Enjoy that shit.

See, that's why I didn't
come to visit you in jail.

I didn't want to see my son
behind bars then,

and I don't want to see my son
behind pretend bars now.

Why you think I made this truck
about prison?

I'm turning all the stereotypes
upside down.

Bobby: Joel, come get
your salad tossed!

Ignore that, Ma.
Mm-hmm.

I'm setting a positive example,
okay?

An ex-con
making a contribution.

Look around.
Look at all these people.

My food is bringing them
together.

Yes, to laugh at you.

I can never do anything
good enough.

What else do you want
from me, Ma?

I just want you
to do the right thing.

That's it?
That's it.

Got it.

Joel, come get
your salad tossed!

Yo, Joel, hurry up!

I keep waiting
to toss your salad!

I'll be right back.
Hold on.

♪♪

Cuzzo, you all right?
Yeah.

Maybe my mom's right about me
putting a bad image out there.

Yo, they said the same thing
about NWA, right?

Then a few years later,

"Straight Outta Compton"
is nominated for an Oscar.

That was
for screenwriting.

True, but what I'm
talking about is,

don't worry about
the critics.

You make a good point,
Bobby.

My mom's is a critic.

There's only one way
to silence critics.

You know what?

It's extremely hard
to make a movie nowadays.

I'm talking about
winning the Taste-Off!
Oh!

If the people
accept my food,

then they will accept
my message.

That'll show my mother
that she's wrong

about my food truck
being a bad image.

Well, there you go, cuzzo.
You got it.

You got it.
You got it, bro.

What's up, Green?

It's hotter than a motherfucker
out here.

Yeah.
You ain't lying.

What Tray's mom said
got me thinking.

Maybe there's more
I could be doing now

to make up for all the bullshit
I did back in the day.

You still thinking
about beef with ol' boy?

They pushing folks
out their homes

that lived there
all their lives.

Like your mom.
It ain't right.

What else can we do?

Got to be something.

These buildings
got history, man.

Matter of fact,
the one he's tearing down,

Ol' Dirty Bastard
grew up there.

Say word.
Word.

Word.

All right, everybody,
everybody, attention.

Me and this gentleman
to the left of me,

we have a petition, okay?

-Petition!
-Petition.

-Petition for what?
-You know what we gonna do?

We gonna turn this building
into a historical landmark.

We gonna shut
your construction down!

-Come on!
-Landmark?

What are you talking about?
It's a dump.

What you mean,
what I'm talking about,

it's a dump?
Let me te-- See?

If you sign this petition
right here,

you're protecting the birthplace
of Ol' Dirty Bastard.

Who's Ol' Dirty Bastard?

O.D.B.

-Who?
-Who?

-Come on, son. Dirt McGirt.
-Mm-hmm.

-Big Baby Jesus.
-Well...

-Dirt Dog?
-Uh-huh.

-Ason Unique?
-Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

What is that, voodoo?

No, it ain't no voodoo!
That's not voo--

That's Wu-Tang!
Wu-Tang forever!

All right.
What do you think?

That's not bad
for our first project together.

Well, we only had, what,
10 fights over it.

Maybe fighting is a part
of our process.

Like Kanye and Jay-Z.

Well, I'm sure Kanye never
threw bolts of fabric at Jay-Z.

[ Both laugh ]
[ Glasses clink ]

Mm.

Oh! All right.
Well, let me get out of here.

Enjoy the, uh, block party.
Mm-hmm.

Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.

Bye, boo.

-Hey, Faith.
-Hey!

-How are you?
-Good.

Good.

[ Door opens, closes ]

I-I'm gonna change
and take a shower.

It is hot as hell
out there.

Mm-hmm.

♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

Thank goodness
for the left nipple.
Ah!

Yeah.
[ Chuckles ]

Thank goodness
for the right nipple.
Aah!

Thank goodness
for that belly button.

Uh-huh.

Ooh!
Thank goodness for that ear.

Oh, gosh.
You know what, babe?

This is actually not that,
uh, comfortable.

Oh, really?
Yeah.

Neither was wearing stilettos
with the French maid outfit,

but I didn't complain.

Did I?
No.

Get with the program.
All right.

Thank goodness
for the sternum.

Uh-huh.
Yeah.

Are you really gonna do,
like, every -- Ohh!

Man, according to this
weather app, it's 101 degrees.

Damn!

Yo, instead of always
downloading apps

and letting
the other man get paid,

why don't we start
making our own?

Uh-huh. I agree with you fully
there, brother Fels.
Hmm.

Like, instead of using Waze,
we need to come up

with, like, a black version
and call it Blaze, right?

And not only does it keep you
out of the reach of the police,

but it gets you there
10 minutes earlier

to account
for C.P. Time.

-I'm feeling that.
-Give me that.

Or, like,
you know what I'm saying?

Like a-a-a "Candy Crush"

but it's got Jolly Ranchers
and Now and Laters.

Oh, a-a-and the Hot Chew.
Can't y'all think of something

other than the black version
of things that already exist?

We supposed to
be innovators,

like the Egyptians,
like the Moors.

The Wakandans.
Whoo! Wakanda forever.

Bobby:
What's going on, fellas?

-Bobby!
-Hey!

We need you all
to sign this petition.

Oh, yeah.
I'm in.

Who we saving?

Rainforest?
Whales?

Those little white seals
that they make coats from?

You ain't talking about
the baby seals on --
on the commercial?

All of them little seals.
Don't get me started again.

They're cute.
There you go.

Man, y'all niggas don't even
know what y'all signing.

All right.
But I signed it already.

-It's too late.
-Yeah, me too.

Yo, it's Old Man Potter
down the way

trying to turn
that building on the corner

into condos
that people can't afford, yo.

That old
rat-infested building?

I'm glad to see him
do something with it. Shit.

I can't believe you're
taking his side right now.

Me and him,
we're property owners,

so him renovating that building
is good for my house.

That's real selfish,
Mullins.

Look, we got to stick together.
Oh, we're gonna stick together?

Okay, so the next time
my mortgage is due,

you're gonna
help me with that?

Huh? What?

Yeah,
I-I didn't think so.

You're a cold piece of work.

Mullins: Look, y'all
can't stop progress.

And as far as those seals that
you're talking about on TV...

-Yeah?
-...they look delicious.

-Oh, come on!
-Oh, man.

Mak-- Making me hungry.

Shit, I'm gonna --
I'm gonna eat up the seal meat.

Bobby: Something's wrong
with you, Mullins.

All right, listen! Listen!

Please, everybody
pass it around.

We want to protect historic
Brooklyn from people like...

like that dude who doesn't
want to share with everyone!

-Now, that's good for Brooklyn.
-What?

This isn't Manhattan!
What about the community?

They can move
somewhere else.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Calm down!
Wait a -- Calm down!

Hey!
Stop!

Shut up!
Okay?

We're here to have fun,
not fight!

Gene, take a breather.

Linda, take a walk.

-Talk to you later, Linda.
-All right, boo.

Everybody else,
go on about your business.

Bobby, you can't be out here
starting trouble, man.

Yeah. People have a lot
of feelings about this.

You got to be careful.

But I hear you.

Wu-Tang Clan
is my shit.

That's why
I rock with you.

Officer Dobbs, baby, cool.
Baby, Wu-Tang forever.

Yeah.
Just don't break the law.

DJ Racks: Ladies and gentlemen,
the votes are in,

and the winner for the "Flavors
of Brooklyn" Taste-Off is...

Last Meal on Wheels.

-Give it up.
-What? Yes!

Congratulations, brother.

-Come on up here.
-Yeah! Come on!

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Yes!
-Yes, baby!

Yes!
Yes!

-Hold this for me, Bobby.
-Gotcha.

Yo, what up, Brooklyn?

[ Cheers and applause ]

Let me tell you
something, man.

My food truck is personal.

It's about redemption,
about life.

It's about love.

Take my Radiator Chicken,
for instance.

The right hand is the Kool-Aid
powder used in the brine.

It's tart, abrasive,
but yet colorful.

The left hand is the jelly
packages from Church's Chicken

I used in the marinade

after the brine has been
sitting there for hours.

It's added later, and it
comes in fancier packages.

But my story's about Brooklyn.

Static.
Who will win?

Too much of the right hand,
this chicken will be salty,

dry, and mad as hell.

Too much of the left hand
and it's gonna be soft, boring,

and can't take the heat
from the radiator.

But you put them together,

and it's gonna be
something delicious.

Love.

Thanks for coming out.

[ Scattered applause ]

Uh, well,
all righty, then.

Give it up for your winner,
everybody.

-Give it up!
-Last Meal on Wheels.

Give them some.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Shay: Hey.

What in the world?
[ Machinery rumbling ]

Bobby: Oh, come on, son!

Yo, they got to do this
right now?

There it is.
Static. See?

See, that's what I'm
talking about right there.

That's why we got to
shut them down.

Oh, yeah.
They gonna feel our presence.

No, what you talking about?
No, no, no, no.

I got --
I see the violent
look in your eyes, man.

What you talking about?
I g-- I got this, cuzzo.

Wait a minute.
Don't worry about it.

I got this.
Where you going?

Make them
show us respect!

Green Eyes, could you
get my keys from him?

That's my keys
and my truck.

Bobby, you need
to sit down somewhere.

Come on, Bobby.

Bobby, come on, man!
Stop acting crazy!

Bobby: I got this!
Gets so angry.

♪Fight the power♪

Bobby,
what are you doing?

Bobby!

[ Hissing ]

Man: Yo, watch it!

Move the truck!

We ain't going
nowhere, dawg.
Tray: Bobby. Bobby.

Get this monstrosity
out of here!

-We ain't going nowhere!
-Bobby, no.

This is our block party
and our neighborhood!
Bobby!

-Come on, man!
-That's right, damn it!

-You better move the truck...
-Come on, Bobby.

...or else.

-Come on!
-Or else what, man?!

Oh, you ain't gonna do nothing,
and you know it!

Shut the music off now!

I ain't shutting
nothing down, man!

-You're not shutting it down?
-It's a block party.

You're not shutting
the music off?

I'm gonna shut it off
for you!

Man, you ain't
gonna do nothing.

Come on, Bobby.
Come on, Bobby.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Back off!
Back off!

Whoa, whoa.

Back off!

-No!
-No, no, no!

Come on! Come on, man!
Come on, man!

Come on, man!
No, no!

-Oh!
-Come on, man.

Ah!
What are you doing?!

Yo, man, you lucky
you got that pipe, man!

-[ Grunts ]
-No! No, man!

Now we putyou
out of business.

And we didn't need
a petition.

[ Pipe clatters ]

I'm gonna kill you,
motherfucker!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

You mother...

[ Sirens wailing ]
Get off me!

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Groaning ]

No! No! No!

I can't breathe!

I can't breathe!

Dobbs, you know him.
You know him!

Do something!
Do something!

Please!

Do something!

Do something!

-That's enough!
-Get off me!

-That's enough! Come on!
-Get off me!

Aah!

No!

[ Shouting continues ]

Green!
Green, pick it up!

Get up, man!
Come on!

Hurry up. Come on! Come on!
[ Gasping ]

Let's go!
Come on!

[ Explosion ]

Shit!

Shit.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Trash can rattles ]

Tray.

Shay:
Tray, what are you doing?

Tray.
Tray, don't!

Bobby: Cuzzo.

Tray.

-Cuzzo!
-Don't.

Don't do this, Tray.

Tray, you don't want
to go back to jail!
Bobby: Cuzzo!

Don't do this!

[ Man whistles ]

Tray, don't.

[ Sirens wailing ]

Tray, don't!

Tray, the kids!
Tray!

You have children now!

They need you.

We have kids, Tray.

They need you.

We need you.

Tray!
Don't!

We need you.

[ Trash can clatters ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Siren wailing ]

Shay:
Rough night, huh?

Uh, thank you, Shay.

Ohh.

[ Mug thuds ]

It all happened so fast.

Even when I do right,
I end up losing.

The truck
can be replaced.

That's what
insurance is for.

Thank God the policy's
in Josh's name.

He gets
those white-boy rates.

I messed up again,
Shay.

Just when I started
to make something of myself,

I end up losing.

What if that's just
the way it is with me?

What if I'm always
gonna lose?

Don't say that.

Why not?

You've seen it before.

Some people just can't
get out of their own way.

Tray, when you first
got out of prison,

I thought you'd be back
in there within two weeks.

You've grown so much.

You've gone from
someone I hated

to someone I consider
to be my friend.

If you can overcome that,
you can overcome anything.

Thanks.

[ Yawns ]

Oh, don't flatter yourself.
This is morning wood.

That's all it is.

♪♪

♪♪

They arrested
your friend.

Least he's alive.

Thank you.

Cost me my job.

They're gonna fire you?

Nah.
Gonna be forced to quit.

They can't do that.

Who's gonna come
if I call for backup?

I'm risking my own safety
staying on.

Damn.

How are things gonna change
if we start punishing the police

for doing what
they're supposed to do?

Your guess
is as good as mine.

Man, I should have eaten there
when I had the chance.

It was good.

Itwasgood, Tray.

Hey, Dobbs.

You owe me $2.50
for that free food I gave you.

Fuck you, Tray.

Love you, too.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Wondering when you was gonna
bring your trifling,

food-truck-burning ass
back here.

I don't want to hear it,
Mullins.

Well, you need
to hear this.

It's from the Department
of Corrections.

Came yesterday.

Notice of time served?

Your time's up here.

You got two weeks to find you
a new place to live.

♪♪

Mullins: Everybody up.

-Everybody up.
-Felony: Oh, come on, dawg.

Mullins:
Time to wake up from your dreams
and face your jacked-up reality.

[ Knocking on door ]

Before you say anything,
just hear me out.