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تمة الترجمة لصالح موقع MOVIEZN لمشاهدة المزيد زورو موقعنا

[helicopter engine whirring]

[girl] Nobody on your line no way, Laz.

If we didn't tell you, you was trying to follow her.

- Is she aggressive to you? - I'm not sure yet.

- If he saw anyone... - Yeah, whatever.

Man, let's get out of here.

Why you acting like a bitch, August? Is you scared or something?

Man, I ain't scared of shit.

Word? Prove it, then, nigga.

Shut up, Laz.

- I swear I'm gon' fight you one day. - Whatever. I don't wanna hear.

You talkin' all that good shit, huh? Whatever.

[Laz] Come on, August, do the damn thing.

You always give people some dumb shit, Laz.

Niyah...

always protecting your ass, August.

But how you gon' be pussy-whipped and you ain't get no pussy yet?

Shut up!

Anyway, me and my dog out here pissing on 112.

You know how we rock it... Back up, bro!

Don't nobody wanna see that shit.

Anyway, like I said,

fuck the Opps.

- [glass shatters] - [man] Y'all motherfuckers better run!

Bitch, I'm 'bout to get shot!

August.

Kari.

Kari.

[car horn honking]

[siren blaring]

Fucking shit.

Fuck they at, man?

[hip hop beats playing over headphones]

[police siren blaring]

Kari.

- Kari. - [music stops]

- You not hear me calling you? - Sorry, Mama. I had the headphones on.

Where's your brother?

Food is getting cold, and I got to go to work.

Relax.

I'll get him.

[panting]

[indistinct chatter]

[panting]

No lackin'. T-up, motherfuckers.

What y'all wanna do?

Hey, let's go.

Yeah, that's what I thought. Y'all better turn around.

Buddy ass got little.

Fuck up, though?

What y'all lil' niggas do?

Kids up on 112th say we at they school now and they run shit.

- So we pissed on they sign. - [laughing]

Take a shit next time, young savage.

We'll handle the bodies.

- [ice cream truck music playing] - Yo.

Hey.

- Here y'all go, little soldiers. - Thanks, Vern.

- Thanks, G. - Thanks, Vern.

Can I get some chips?

- And some pop? - One at a time.

- Let me get the... - Get off me, Laz.

- August. - [Vern] Hey. There go your girl.

- Uh-huh. - [Niyah] Can I get my change, please?

- Here come big sis. - What's up? Can I get a hug?

- What up, Niyah? - Hey, girl.

What are you doing? I been looking all over for your ass.

We was just getting ice cream.

Come on, before Mama whoop both our ass. Damn.

[Laz laughs]

He ain't even do nothing. You ain't gotta roll up on him like that.

Good night, Vern.

[Kari] What were y'all even doing up there on that side anyway?

We be up there all the time for school.

Yeah, but they got programs for that. Safe Passage and all that?

- Come on, now. - Man, I bet Vern go wherever he want.

Vern?

Vern gon' die on the same block he was born on.

Is that what you want?

[August] Use your beat machine when we get to the house?

Did my school stuff.

'Cause you smart, unlike that goofy-ass nigga that you always running around with.

Laz?

You know that's my boy.

I heard that new beat you was working on.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- You liked it, didn't you? - It was good.

I just think you need to slow it down a little bit.

Okay?

Let it breathe.

You're always rushing.

I'm trying to make it like your new joint.

Hm.

Yeah, it still needs some work.

You know, something like...

[vocalizing]

Hey.

Hey, run that back, run that back.

[clears throat dramatically]

Don't clown me, all right?

[vocalizing]

I don't know, something like that.

[panting]

[inaudible]

- [sirens wailing in distance] - [August screams] Kari!

[silence]

[hip hop music playing]

- [siren wailing] - [car alarm blaring]

♪ Womp, womp, womp, womp She give me what I wanna ♪

♪ Ball so hard, need a warm up I bagged her at the Walmart ♪

♪ Big timer, stunna I'm out here on the come up ♪

♪ I beat the pussy, drummer I roll up, no more drama ♪

♪ Womp, womp, womp, womp She give me what I wanna ♪

♪ Ball so hard, need a warm up I bagged her at the Walmart ♪

♪ Big timer, stunna I'm out here on the come up ♪

♪ I beat the pussy, drummer I roll up, no more drama ♪

♪ Super stunt dummy Should be in the Special Olympics ♪

♪ Pockets so fat That I need Bally Total Fitness ♪

♪ Feet so fat, I hit the pedal Blew the engine ♪

♪ V12, duckin' 12 Like license is suspended ♪

♪ She's a slobber, all on my knob Corn the cobber ♪

♪ Sweet thing and that pussy Taste like peach cobbler ♪

♪ I'mma never ever take her to meet Mama ♪

♪ Just got a line up And just added two more to my lineup ♪

♪ Big money Why you always standin' on your wallet? ♪

♪ Profit, I just made another one I'm Khaled ♪

♪ Stop it, they asked me what I do With my stacks ♪

♪ Just bought a wall for a plaques And a new broad for some smacks ♪

♪ Womp, womp, womp, womp She give me what I wanna ♪

♪ Ball so hard, need a warm up I bagged her at the Walmart ♪

♪ Big timer, stunna I'm out here on the come up ♪

♪ I beat the pussy, drummer I roll up, no more drama ♪

♪ Womp, womp, womp, womp She give me what I wanna ♪

♪ Ball so hard, need a warm up I bagged her at the Walmart ♪

♪ Big timer, stunna I'm out here on the come up ♪

♪ I beat the pussy, drummer I roll up, no more drama ♪

♪ Asked my mama, for bread She told me, "Uh-uh" ♪

♪ That's the day I went out To get my bread up, uh-huh ♪

♪ T-shirt VLONE Left the coupe runnin', won't be long ♪

♪ Chinese food, wonton I might as well try that one time... ♪

- [knocking] - [woman] August, I'm headed to work.

Breakfast is on the table.

Okay, Ma.

[hip hop music playing]

[hip hop beats playing]

[phone chiming]

[girl] Grow as a person, you know what I'm saying?

- I think no. - I think not.

Y'all are just wild.

We already know, you about to get with Rashad, little miss honey.

Who's Rashad?

[chuckles]

Isn't this August's house?

I heard his mom keep him chained to a furnace.

Shut up. That ain't true.

He got that PSTD. He be wetting the bed like a bitch.

- [scoffs] - Baby-ass nigga.

Y'all so mean.

[alarm ringing]

- [teen boy] You good. - Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

Give me that bag, Marquis.

[security wands squeaking]

Get your behind in my office. Now.

You got something more important you're doing?

Every kid whose butt is not in your classroom is three grand out the budget.

- A lot of them won't cross State Street. - Mm-hmm.

I need everyone knocking on doors,

checking the corners the next two weeks,

until we submit our attendance scores to the state.

We don't get these kids in here, I got to start cutting positions.

[low murmuring]

Also...

I'm collecting for Malik Hayes' service next Friday.

His mother could really use your help. Okay?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Quality speech.

[chuckles] Uplifting.

What?

I'm gonna need you to talk to these fools in payroll.

They won't give me my damn check.

[scoffs]

Listen to the announcements.

Nobody's getting paid this week.

Downtown messed up payroll again.

I'm gonna need something to hold me over.

Like 300.

When am I going to get my nine back?

Not the next time I get paid,

but the next time

after the next.

Mm.

On my soul.

Or...

this is just part of your plan to get me to move back in?

- [buzzer buzzing] - Funny.

[man on PA] All persons without assigned homerooms,

go to the south auditorium for further instructions.

[sighs]

Today will be a chance to sign up for ROTC and the Mathletes club...

Tell you what.

Bring me five kids from this list...

and I'll give you the three.

So, you want me to go find fools now, but I'm a security guard.

I secure shit.

Then go secure your job.

["Apache" playing]

Hi, yes. I'm from the high school...

[door slams shut] تمة الترجمة لصالح موقع MOVIEZN لمشاهدة المزيد زورو موقعنا

Hey, man, you seen Deshawn Hall?

Man, fuck you.

There's a line over here.

Hey.

- Y'all seen Tony? - [man] Hey, fuck off, man.

- Young buck, you seen Tony? - Tony dead.

Dead dead, or not-around-here-no-more dead?

Dead dead, motherfucker. Fucked around and got smoked.

Damn.

Yo, let me hit that.

Man... you're not supposed to be smoking.

Nigga, you ain't supposed to be smoking.

Fuck is wrong with this... Man.

Come on, Trey Smith. Get down here.

[intercom buzzes]

Anybody home?

Deshawn Hall?

Deshawn, why you not in class, boy?

Huh?

Hey, if you come back to class, you could win a McDonald's gift card.

A'ight?

They're giving away Big Macs.

We got another metal detector opening. Come on, let's go.

[door buzzing]

[knocking at door]

Hi. Is, uh, August Monroe here?

Who's asking?

Uh... Romelo Reese. I work at the high school.

It says August hasn't been in class since last October.

That can't be right. October?

Mm-hmm. That's right.

He been ill.

[hip hop music blaring in background]

Look, you all know this, so what exactly are you here for?

He been ill.

Hm?

I take my son's work to school. Y'all already know this.

Oh. Okay. That's cool.

Yeah, but it's a budget thing. They actually need him in the classroom.

- A budget thing? - Yeah.

So...

you gonna take a bullet for him?

Well... [chuckles]

That's actually not in my job description,

so, no.

Right.

See...

Y'all want me to send my son off to the slaughter.

I ain't gon' do it for no budget.

[music continues]

Is your son in the next room making music?

Well, thank you, Ms. Monroe, for your time.

Hey, uh...

mind if I use your bathroom real quick?

Ever since I got back from Iraq, every five minutes, I gotta use one.

Thank you.

[music continues]

[Ms. Monroe] Baby, turn the music down.

[flushes toilet]

[music stops]

- I put my headphones on. - [Romelo] Hey, man.

Yo, man, that is cold as hell.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, relax, man, look. I work at the high school.

All right? Yo, you make that beat?

How long it take you?

Damn.

I ain't never met a deaf producer before, man. How you...

[raises voice] How you make a beat?

Huh? You just feel the bass and you just build around that?

Two minutes.

Two... minutes?

Man, I swear to God, you cold as hell, man.

- [shouts] Ma! Mama! Ma! - Hey!

- Ma! Ma! Ma! [screeching] - Hey, hey, hey...

What the hell are you doing?

- I was just talking to him about music... - Get out.

Hey. Hey, wha...

Hey, hey, big man.

August, August, slow and steady. Come on.

What's wrong with him?

- Out through the mouth. - What's going on?

Big man, just breathe.

Get out!

Ma'am, I was just talking to him about music. I'm a manager, not just...

Get out!

- Okay! Okay, ma'am. - Get out!

I just...

[wheezing]

[Ms. Monroe] August. Hey.

[man on PA] Attention, students. Please be advised, today at 2:30,

we have our weekly lockdown drill in the auditorium.

Attendance is mandatory.

- [man] Understand, ma'am, she's not... - [Ms. Monroe] I don't care. Where is she?

[man] Please, you can't just walk in there.

What the fuck is wrong with you people?

Yeah.

Well, I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard music,

went to where the music was playing, kid started screaming.

That's what happened.

You went into a student's room without parental supervision?

Hey, hey, hey, hold up. You're making it sound inappropriate.

It was.

The kid is incredible.

All right, he's some type of...

retard savant.

Don't call him that. He's... He's fragile.

He's a machine...

that makes a beat a minute, just like Tone.

He's different.

You're gon' make me regret this.

You promised me you were done with that music shit.

You told me you were down for this job, remember?

I won't do nothing.

On my soul.

[door buzzer buzzing]

- [knocking at window] - [cereal spills]

Hey.

I was holding the bell.

Get away from my window before I call the cops!

A'ight.

Just have an hour to talk music before they get here.

- I ain't supposed to talk to you. - Harriet Tubman wasn't supposed to run.

That doesn't make it a bad idea.

Hey, hey, hey, Aug... August, August, August, hey.

- Hey, man, calm down, all right? - [panting]

Breathe.

Breathe, come on, in and out.

All right? Hey.

That track the other day? It was too fast, man.

Slow it down.

That's what all the great ones do.

Here.

I'mma leave you this.

Clean up the cereal.

[upbeat Latin music playing]

[gunshots]

[gunshots continue]

- [police siren blaring] - [hyperventilating]

[buzzer buzzing]

All right. Come on, Oaktown 357. Let's go.

- [beeping] - You're good, young thug. Go.

[man on PA] ...to the Malik Hayes family. They could really use your support.

[door buzzer buzzing]

[Romelo] Damn.

What'd you do, pour the whole box of cereal in that bowl?

I wasn't expecting you to know about Nomad.

Thought you was one of those old head hip hop dudes.

No, man, I go hard on my Brazilian shit.

What you know about 'em?

YouTube. After J. Cole sampled Milton Nascimento,

I went hard on Brazil.

Yeah, I got some underground shit from Trinidad, but...

- couldn't fit it on the disc. - Why you even use CDs?

USB is better.

Old head, old habits. Man, I used to make tapes.

You don't know nothing about the pain of making the perfect mixtape.

Look, August.

I wanna help you with your music, man.

You wanna make a bag of money?

Why you shrugging? Man, we gotta move on this, man.

I gotta get you with the right MC, get you some studio time.

- We got label meetings... - Can I do it online?

Online?

Nigga, do you know who I am?

- Security guard at my school. - No.

Yeah, I am, but I'm also a dope-ass manager, man.

I'm the one that discovered Tony Bigs.

You know who Tony Bigs is, right?

Everybody do.

All right.

But I ain't never heard nobody talking about you.

I created that nigga, man.

I got him studio hours.

I hounded GCI till they played his shit.

That was all me.

- Merch. - On my mama's grave.

You can't stain me.

Check the liner notes, young'un.

I'm all over that shit.

I can make you the most famous 17-year-old in Roseland.

Nah, I'm good.

You're good?

Don't look like it.

They up a pole on these music cats.

They killed Tone while he was getting a sandwich.

- [door chimes] - [gunshots]

[police siren blaring]

- They shot Bango. Lil' Jeff. - [police radio chatter]

You gonna have your ass in Paris eating croissants and shit.

Man, you think Kanye still kicking it on the South Side?

Hell, no, man. He up in Beverly Hills.

Actually, he's in Calabasas.

What's the difference? The nigga eatin'.

You want to eat?

[Romelo laughs]

Hey.

Ah.

So you making house calls now?

[laughing]

Deshawn came back today.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

- So I got one. - You got one.

Wanna come inside?

I got that green tea you like.

[hip hop beats and keyboard playing]

[keyboard phrase repeats]

[beats playing]

[keyboard phrase repeats]

[beats playing]

[Kari's voice vocalizing on track]

[Kari sings out vocal phrase in background]

[Kari vocalizing]

Okay. Okay, okay.

That thing look about good.

[chuckles] Don't worry, you'll get one, too.

Hey, I heard you using my new shit.

And I'm gonna need my cut.

That's my best hook yet.

[chuckles]

You'll get a credit.

A credit?

Boy, you must be crazy.

I'm your big sister. Don't play me.

Yeah, I see you looking.

This is Chef Boyardee right here. This is perfection.

[August] Looking like Chef Cardio Arrest.

Stop talking mess. Do you want one or not?

[smoke alarm beeping]

August, what are you doing?

Oh, my God!

[muffled] Boy, what are you doing?

What's wrong with you?

Sorry, Mom.

I-I forgot to watch it.

[beeping continues]

[groans]

Hey.

Where you going?

I need my toothbrush.

And my head scarf. I got to go home.

Come on, babe.

Come on. Get back in bed.

Why?

Because you're my wife.

Estranged.

I hate it when you say that.

Makes it seem like we don't like each other.

What's this?

Come on, Vanessa, you're still on this?

I love you.

Two people who file their taxes separately can still love each other.

We should be under one roof.

Look, babe.

I'm going to be the man that you want me to be.

I'm going to make you proud of me.

[reporter] Another young life taken. Another mother left grieving.

Her daughter, just one of 14 people killed by gun violence

on a weekend that saw 54 Chicagoans injured by gunfire.

And still no answer to the plague of violence

that has become, for so many, just another day...

It's 2:30 a.m., Ma.

Your ankle is gonna swell up.

Come on, let's get you to bed.

[TV turns off]

[distant police siren wailing]

[door buzzer buzzing]

[buzzer continues]

[beeps]

Who is it?

It's me. Come on, man. Buzz me in.

[buzzing]

[exhales deeply]

[knocking at door]

[Romelo's voice echoes] Come on, man. You in or you out?

[breathing heavily]

Come on, man. You already let me up. What's up?

[knocking at door]

You was right about the tempo.

But the people need to hear what you got locked up, man.

They deserve to hear your gift.

And if we can get your ass some money, even better.

Man, it's just got to be me and you.

Can't do no shows. No meetings.

Everything we do got to be in this house.

Just need something to help my moms out.

[instrumental track playing]

[hip hop beats playing]

[tempo changes]

Okay, so now you just flexin' on me.

Nah.

Now I am.

[beat changes]

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa. Sound a little boomy right there.

Speaker's kind of old.

- [music stops] - It was my pop's.

Mama said he dodged a bunch of bullets just to come home to a heart attack.

Hm.

Died waiting on the ambulance.

Damn.

[music continues playing]

- تمة الترجمة لصالح موقع MOVIEZN لمشاهدة المزيد زورو موقعنا - Yo, you got to go.

Hey, what... Come on. Come on, man.

How many more of those you got stashed away?

You gotta go. My mom gets home in 11 minutes and 11 seconds.

- You gotta go. - Okay, man.

That means I got at least, what, eight, nine minutes before she get here.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, August.

Okay. I'm out.

[panting]

[police siren blaring]

[man] Nah, I don't think that really works, man.

[car door closes]

Nah, because, like...

Nah, 'cause her girl's coming, too.

They ain't gonna have room for all that shit.

You try to tell him that, he's gonna... he's gonna tax you.

- Keep the change. - [woman] Thank you.

Have a good one.

- [phone chiming] - [sighs]

- Shit. - [woman] Next.

What is going on here?

Terrence.

- [scoffs] - What's up, Terrence?

Uh, Romelo, what's going on, dude?

What's up, T?

- Yeah. - You wanna get some... Wanna sit down?

Yeah, I'm gonna get my wing on.

Yeah, me, too, man. Waiting on my food to get done.

This is my seventh, dog.

I see you still come to the hood for your Sunday wing dinner.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, my girl trying to get me on that gluten-free kick.

Hm.

I still got my traditions.

Yeah.

You know they got a Harold's up in Wicker Park now?

Tastes better here.

Mm-hmm. It's been a while, man.

- How's Ill Note? - We good, man.

We just moved into these new offices.

I, uh...

I heard something about you.

Working in a school or something crazy?

Oh, yeah, you know, just helping Vee out.

She's running that place now.

You know, we all gotta do our part to help the kids, right?

I feel you.

It's good to see you, man.

Same here, man.

- Serendipity shit. - Yeah.

Hey, you know, uh, I'm getting back in the game, right?

Yeah, man. You, uh...

- You always had an ear for it. - Yeah, you know, uh...

I would love to, but, uh...

I just snuck out for that six-piece, know what I'm saying?

No, I hear you, man, but, you know,

got this young, hot producer I'm working with right now.

Thinking we could put him with somebody on your roster,

and we could make things happen like we used to.

For sure, man. When you get that demo, holla at me.

Ah.

Good to see you, bud.

Yeah.

- I'll holla at you. - [car engine starting]

[synth music notes playing]

[Kari's voice vocalizing]

[vocalizing phrase repeats]

[sighs]

Slow down.

Slow it down.

[sighs]

[Kari's voice vocalizing]

[phone chiming]

We got a quiz tomorrow. I had no idea. I did not study for it.

I'm not ready for it.

And I'm not finna study for it.

- Of course you not. - [Laz] Niyah!

Hey, yo, Niyah!

What you looking like that for?

What's up, Lazarus?

What's up, what's up?

Nothing much. What's going on?

Not much. I'm just seeing you out lacking and everything,

you need somebody protect you.

[Niyah scoffs] I'm good, Laz. [chuckles]

[August] Oh, hell, nah.

What you mean? I'm just being real.

- [Niyah] A'ight. - What?

- Be real. - [phone ringing]

- Okay. - A'ight.

Yo.

[distorted voice] You're in the wrong neighborhood.

Stay away from her, goofy-ass nigga, before I shit in your throat.

[trap music playing]

Hey.

Shut it off, man.

[music stops]

- Man, what's the issue? - The issue?

Ain't nothing special about that.

Anybody with a drum machine can do that. August, you...

you can't create... what you hear other people doing, man.

You got to create shit that people don't just hear, they feel it.

Just push...

the button, August.

Just push it.

[minor key tune playing]

[beats playing over tune]

[groans]

[laughs]

All right. Mama got some classics, man.

Yeah.

She ain't never heard of a Swiffer?

[laughing]

Yeah. Wait till you hear this.

You gonna like this right here.

[upbeat funk tune playing]

[grunts]

I'm sampling that.

Uh-huh.

See? This was the original sample right here.

[hip hop track playing]

[music stops]

- What happened? Why's it doing that? - Damn, the shit crashed.

- Okay. - That shit was fire.

Fuck it. We'll make it again.

[hip hop track resumes]

[Vanessa] Romelo, how can you be a manager and miss the security meeting?

The superintendent is literally asking me to fire you.

Okay. I-I like that. No, no, not you. Not you. Hold on.

Man, where you get this from?

The fact that you don't know that this comes from Al's is a goddamn crime.

- You sure you know what you're doing? - Why not?

See, I play the piano. That's a different kind of percussion instrument.

Look, man, your technique is on point,

but you got, like, 20 samples in there, man.

- That shit ain't speaking to me. - It's only eight.

The hit is never when the producer puts the entire kitchen sink in there.

You know so much, you do it.

Those that can't do, nigga, we teach.

Look, man.

Like, RZA.

He would hit all the vocals on the C.

Like, middle C.

Then he'd put the drums on the lower octave of the C,

then the bass line he'd put on the D.

Right? Then he would just...

Kept moving around on the melodies and shit, man.

I know I'm probably talking Japanese to you.

Nah. Nah, nah, nah.

- I'm straight. - Okay.

RZA, he never had Froot Loop shit like y'all got on your computers now, man.

Nah, he did everything with one hand, and at the same time.

He had them niggas rhyme into his keyboard,

and it had to be perfect,

or they had to start all over again from the beginning.

That's what made it so gritty.

Nothing false.

You felt the struggle in the craft and the life.

[synthesized horn tune playing]

[music stops]

Hey, man, you got a tag yet?

All them young producers got one now, man, so you know...

[playing sample of Romelo's voice] August, just push the button, man.

August, just... August,

just... August, August, August, just push the button, man.

I know you love to hear your own voice, so...

you know.

Let me hear it with something.

[horn track resumes]

♪ August, just push the button, man ♪

[drum beat begins]

♪ August, just push the button, man ♪

♪ August, just push the button, man ♪

What? What's up?

You feel good?

I feel good.

Nah, man.

You should feel better than good.

I feel great.

Well, let me hear that again.

[music resumes]

♪ August, just push the button, man ♪

[hip hop playing over speakers]

Yo, my man, you lost?

Friend of Mister's.

Hm.

[man] I'mma throw you a little dig, at, uh, Red Diamond.

Good bottles, good laughs, good food, pretty women.

That's a must. Do you hear me?

Call you back. All right.

[bouncer] Dude said he knows you.

Oh, shit. We got a celebrity guest here tonight.

- Y'all know who that is? - Nah.

That's Romelo Reese right there. That's the nigga got Tone out of Robert Taylor,

traveling all around the world, eating caviar.

- Fucking supermodels and shit. - Oh, yeah?

[scoffs] That was about a minute ago.

Bigs was out, what...

'07, '08, right?

- That was a beautiful time, though. - Yeah, it was. We about to slide, man.

- I'll leave Young Boy at the front. - All right.

Well, have a seat, man. Relax.

So you been back on the land, what, two years now?

About.

About.

You too good to come see your boy?

I was dealing with my mom, Vee.

I've been meaning to get back here to see you, Petey, everybody, man, it just...

[scoffs]

That's on my mama, man.

Sorry to hear about Moms.

- Hm. - God bless, but that ain't the why, Ro.

[pool balls rattling]

All right, look, man.

I'm trying to redeem myself,

and I got a chance for you and me to make some money this time.

I know you sick of these streets.

Shit ain't the same.

Yeah, shit definitely ain't the same.

And I know anybody with bars

east of the Dan Ryan done came through your damn studio.

I got a hot producer,

and all I need is a real, authentic Chi nigga.

[scoffs] Oh, yeah?

Colder the better.

Shit, that's the only kind I know.

[knocking at door]

Hi, Ms. Monroe. How you doing this evening?

I'm fine, Lazarus. How you doing?

Pretty good, pretty good.

August home?

He's asleep.

[clears throat]

I just wanted to ask him about some prank calls I was getting.

Ain't nobody seen him since he spazzed out at school.

I thought he was in a nuthouse, on some shock therapy shit.

No. Whoa, you watch your language now, Lazarus.

You right. I apologize.

Well, you could tell him we out here and we waiting on his return to glory.

Have a good night.

[door lock clicks]

That's why I don't want you hanging out with them thugs.

You gonna bury me, not the other way around.

[police siren blaring]

[Romelo] So when you coming back to school?

It's too hard.

Hard?

Come on, August, you ain't stupid.

Not like that.

There was this incident.

I get these... How you call 'em?

They like nightmares.

But you awake.

Everything started spinning.

Can't barely breathe.

It's like somebody's standing on your chest.

Just won't get off.

Used to get 'em real bad at night.

So my mom said I don't have to go nowhere after dark.

Then I started getting them at school, grocery store.

So Mom said I don't gotta go out no more.

- Out where? - Out, out. I stay here.

- It's gonna be different after we move. - She got money?

'Cause we in Roseland and...

this ain't exactly the penthouse.

She been looking.

I'm just saying, man, shit's expensive.

[phone chiming]

Boy, what you looking at?

Mm-mm.

What's her name?

Niyah.

Hey, Niyah!

Hi.

Come on, man. Why you do that?

Why'd I do that? Why'd you freeze up like that, man? Hell.

I wouldn't have screamed her name if I knew you'd turn into a statue.

You gonna hit her with your creepy window game, or y'all talking?

Mostly creepy window game.

Nah, I seen better car accidents, man.

I mean, no survivors, except for the dude

that was pulling himself out of the wreckage

with nubs where his hands used to be.

He was still on fire.

- [music playing on headphones] - August.

August!

[hip hop track playing]

♪ Look, I say I used to Wanna live dangerous ♪

♪ Runnin' traps 'round your block If it's clean, stain it up ♪

♪ All these rappers in my ilk... ♪

♪ She going down like a comet She spit it out like it's vomit ♪

♪ I sip my tea like I'm Kermit Don't know my name but I'll learn it ♪

♪ Check out the remedy I'm like, fuck all my enemies ♪

♪ Everyone, who ain't feelin' me I leave 'em Kennedy ♪

♪ Stand tall like it's ten of me ♪

♪ I ball like I'm Tennessee These niggas envy me ♪

♪ I think it was meant to be Real nigga pretend to be ♪

- ♪ Now who you finna be... ♪ - Yo.

♪ With more legs than a centipede I got the remedy ♪

Yo, shorty.

Let me hear something.

♪ When it's my time to rest in peace ♪

♪ Give my soul to Allah Give my mama the rest of me ♪

♪ Tell him to pass the baton ♪

♪ Bitches with no edges Love talking 'bout me ♪

♪ When they up in the salon ♪

♪ Play with that money off Have you bloody walking ♪

♪ I ain't talking Louboutin ♪

♪ Had a nigga like Jay-Z Put gems on me and was really on the run ♪

♪ Yeah Dripping, leaving residue ♪

♪ Uh, popping shit like niggas do Butterfly doors playing peek-a-boo ♪

♪ When you get money You could pick a boo ♪

♪ Nigga, it's Queen Cabrini I run the city in new Buscemis ♪

♪ Tatted up like real-life graffiti ♪

♪ Shorty hatin' on me Ain't even seen me ♪

♪ Gettin' high like three Koreans ♪

♪ Counting up in a green bikini I been the truth like please believe me ♪

♪ Hop in the booth Then leave it steamin' ♪

♪ Stack up the vault like ceiling tall ♪

♪ Get involved, my niggas Have you sing in synagogue ♪

- ♪ Your favorite rapper ain't on shit ♪ - Give me that shit.

♪ Period, menopause ♪

Yeah.

- What up, Mister? - That was good.

- This music folks you was talking 'bout? - Yup.

Romelo Reese.

Queen Cabrini.

You got more fire like that?

Hell, yeah.

Got some shit in the stash.

We gonna have to break that shit open now.

[sighs]

- [hip hop beat playing] - You like this kick combo?

- Or this one? - [beat changes]

First one.

Damn, August.

Industrial size, man?

You must be the ashiest motherfucker ever, or you're about to go blind.

- Don't be touching my stuff, dog. - [laughing] All right, dog.

Hey.

- What's this, man? - Come on, man.

Hey. What's up with this, man?

Come on, bro. That's private, dog.

Private like your hand grease?

Look at this, man.

"The Niyah Album."

Okay, you holding out on your boy, I see, huh?

It's about a shorty, right?

Whole album?

I don't know.

Oh. You don't know now?

Okay. Well, maybe we should lay one of those down.

I mean, that's if you wanna really get with her.

Yeah, you flowing on that, yeah, she gonna feel that.

I don't rap.

That's the same thing Kanye said.

Now look at him, tapping that Kardashian ass every night.

You know what, man?

You about to end your iffy nigga window days.

Here. Grab that. Come on, man.

Say something.

This shit dumb, bro.

This shit dumb?

Let me tell you something, man.

Since the beginning of time, men have been doing dumb shit to get a woman.

All it takes is one good song

to override all this hermit shit you got going on.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

Hey, hey, hey, why you whispering?

I told you I don't know how to do this shit.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, calm down. All right, August?

Just relax, breathe.

Start that beat, man. Let's hear what you got.

[hip hop track playing]

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

Oh, come on.

August, you got to do it like she in the room, man.

Like you can smell her, like you can just touch her.

That's the only way you gonna get this shit right.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

Mm-hmm.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ I just need that shit from you ♪

Come on, man. Fuck this paper, man. Come on.

Do it.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

There you go, you're feeling that shit now.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

Uh-huh.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ I just need that shit from you ♪

You!

Put that shit in there.

[recording plays] ♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

[August] You ever make a song for Ms. Robinson?

None of your business.

♪ I just need that shit from you ♪

I did buy a lot of shoes, but this is better.

Lasts longer.

[Romelo] We actually sound pretty good.

So, when you gonna give it to her?

I don't know.

Hey. Man, I, uh...

I met this dope MC the other night.

Was thinking the two of you should link up.

Nah, I'm straight.

Come on, man. I got somebody willing to pay for studio.

This is next-level time.

August, I mean, this song... it's gonna change shit.

Man, can't we just keep doing what we been doing?

Come on, we got an album full of hits, August.

Let me be who I'm supposed to be, dog.

Man up.

So, what, you're gonna post up in here, do nothing for the rest of your life?

See how well that shit goes over with Niyah.

[panting]

I gotta use the bathroom.

[panting]

Whoo!

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Where's your producer at, man?

He couldn't make it, all right?

You know I'm paying these niggas by the hour, right?

Hey, hey, hey.

I got his beats right here. There you go, right here.

[hip hop beats playing]

[Queen Cabrini] That's cold right there.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ I just need that shit from you ♪

Come outside, August.

Just come outside.

It'll be okay. I'll protect you.

[phone chimes]

[sighs]

- [distorted soundscape] - [indistinct chatter]

[man] Get your fat ass out the street!

[Romelo clapping] There you go, August. Come on, big man, you got this.

You got this.

Let's go.

Hey.

What got you outside?

She said bring... bring her the song.

Well, come on, man. Let's give it to her.

Hey. I got your back, all right?

All right? But this is all you.

This is your block.

All right? Get going.

Walk down there and give her the music. [voice distorts]

Uh-huh.

How does this outside air feel on you, huh, August?

Come on, take a deep breath.

[distorted sounds intensify]

Is, uh...

Is, uh, Niyah here?

I'm just here for moral support.

She's not here.

Can you give this to her?

Welcome back to the land of the living.

Now that you're out, man, come on. Let's go for a walk.

What? What?

[coughing]

All right, we'll, uh...

go for that walk after...

we get you some Doublemint.

Come on. Get it all out.

Hey, hey.

It's all right, big man.

- You're doing great. - Where we going?

I just wanna go home.

You know, Tone's first tour, we hit five continents.

You know, my pops didn't get it.

Always said,

"Why I got to leave the best city in the world for?

Nothing better out there."

You know, it's hard to prove that hypothesis

when you never left Chicago.

Yeah. I ain't never been nowhere.

I got family in Detroit, so I been there once.

Man, lot of people ain't never been downtown, let alone Detroit.

Hey.

After I seen what you did today...

you can go wherever you wanna go.

A'ight?

Let's go up this block, though.

[Romelo] Baby steps.

[door chime ringing]

Yeah, this is it.

What you think?

Hm?

Mm-hmm.

[Romelo] Let's see what you can do with this.

[beats playing]

Okay. All right.

Go on, play with it. Play with it like it's yours.

That's what I'm talking about.

Come here.

[Romelo] What you know about a 808?

Go on, touch it, man. Show me what you got.

[hip hop beats playing]

See, man, you always wanna speed it up. Slow down a little bit.

There you go, man.

[tempo lowers]

Put some chords on it.

There you go. Work the keyboard. Act like you know what you're doing.

[synth chords playing]

- [music stops] - Play them drums. Lemme see what you got.

Your right hand a little weak, but we can work with that.

You see what happens when you leave the house?

[phone ringing]

H-Hello?

- What you doin'? - Hanging.

What you doin'?

Just chilling at the bowling alley on Torrence.

You wanna slide through?

Can't.

My mom's strict as fuck about me going out at night.

[clicks tongue] It don't matter what time it is.

- You don't go out with us no more anyway. - I been busy.

Always making excuses, August.

You better not be inviting that baby-ass nigga!

[Niyah] Girl, shut up.

Just bowl for me. Shit!

[sighs]

So, anyway...

Everybody miss you. Laz miss you, too.

I don't know about all that.

- What'd you think of the song? - That was cool.

You wrote that for me?

I seen you from my window from time to time, and it...

it helps me come up with stuff.

Like a muse.

- Like a what? - Like...

- your inspiration. - Yeah.

- Like that. - Well...

if you ever get off house arrest and wanna do something...

hit me up.

[straining]

[sighs]

[upbeat funk music playing]

That sounds great.

Can I help you?

Hey. Here to see Terrence. Romelo Reese.

I believe he's got a ten o'clock already.

Well, he's expecting me.

All right. Well, let me just take a look here and see if I can't find that.

There he is there. Don't worry about it. See him right there. Terrence!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. He just ran right by.

Yeah. It's okay, Brittany.

I got this. What's up, baby? What's going on?

I was in the hood. You told me stop by when I got something.

Yeah, yeah. I was, uh...

Oh, what's up, Leesha?

Today's kind of packed, man.

Thank you.

Um... why don't you come back, like, next week, yeah?

One song. You brutally honest. Me dipping out.

You're standing tall today, dude.

You got, like, a different posture and shit.

I can tell you're serious.

- You serious? - As a heart attack.

Okay, then.

Yo, you know what the root word in "bum-rush" is, right?

- Yeah. - Okay.

♪ Lakeshore South Side to the hundreds back ♪

♪ Where all them young niggas know It's take yours ♪

♪ Showing love for you since a young'un ♪

♪ I ain't had to force it on you I just waited for it ♪

♪ They ain't let me in like Like I was late for it ♪

♪ If they play with you No, I ain't going ♪

♪ I'm a due repper, new weapon Nike whitewash shoes stepping ♪

♪ Ghetto shit with bamboo accessories ♪

♪ Came up with Who next to me ♪

♪ Up from the mud, I ain't give up I be beat it like... ♪

Right here.

- ♪ I just want your love ♪ - ♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

[grunts]

You hear that shit? That's that real shit right there.

Man, who made that beat?

One of my artists.

Now tell me she not gonna blow up.

Yeah. She not bad, man.

Not bad?

Come on, man.

I need you to put her with one of your guys, man.

You know, half-hour set. Something with some shine.

Maybe Vick will dig her.

Vick's not gonna touch this, man.

He don't like you.

Hm.

Yeah.

Look at me, man.

Ground level all over again.

You...

you got your name on the door.

Vick, he got a hat line.

I don't know if you been paying attention, man,

but the world did flip, man.

Okay.

I remember you when you were just a fat motherfucker with no deodorant,

selling mixtapes out of your trunk.

Remember that?

So, you're saying, like... [stammers] you're saying I owe you, right?

No. I'm not saying that at all.

But you got a million things happening, man,

and I put you on that Tone train when nobody thought you were shit.

Yeah, I fucked up.

But I still got some big things in me, man.

And all I'm asking is a favor from the dude that I put on.

Let's start that track over.

All right.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

Let's see what we got in here.

Damn.

I mean, you got, like, nine kinds of cake in there.

Got to have my cake for breakfast.

Cake's for birthdays, not for breakfasts.

Y'all ever got real food in this house?

This is real food.

Look, man, you gonna hit Niyah up?

I don't know.

The thing to remember is,

you got to be smooth, just like your man right here.

Ms. Robinson think your ass smooth?

Yeah. First off, we're not talking about me.

But for your information, I'm as smooth as baby balls.

Here, look here, man.

Now that's a real date.

You bring Niyah there, she gonna be feeling you.

This all the way out in Bronzeville.

Your mama doing the restock Saturday night, right?

Yeah.

But how are we gonna get all the way there and back before she get home?

I'mma take you.

Nah, I'm good.

She already think I'm a little bitch without you chaperoning my ass.

You're gonna wanna be there, ya dig? Trust me.

Y'all ride in the back of the car, pretend I'm your fucking Uber driver.

And that cake look dry as fuck.

You just bussin'.

Yeah. You're gonna be as big as a bus.

[August laughs]

- [Romelo] Hey. - [sighs]

Thanks, Vanessa.

It's no problem. It's on the way.

You know, you should rest this weekend. These kids drive you crazy.

That's exactly what I plan on doing.

Huh...

Hey.

Can I borrow the ride tomorrow?

I wanna make a few extra bucks.

You wanna drive for Uber on a Saturday?

I was hoping we could check out that Ethiopian spot.

Come on.

How am I supposed to treat you on a security guard salary?

You've seen my check after taxes.

You got a point.

Plus, you're real expensive.

As I should be.

You deserve it.

Okay.

Just stay on the North Side and don't bring my car back on E.

Say no more.

I'll change the oil and clean this dirty-ass windshield.

Well, you can start today.

[hip hop music playing]

Up the stairs right here, all right?

Hey. It's just a party.

It's just a party, okay?

You're here to have some fun. I got your back.

Niyah's got your side.

[Romelo] Come on, August.

Hey, look, hey. It's just a party, okay? You remember how to dance, don't you?

Niyah, teach him. All right. Look at me.

I want you guys to find a spot close to the stage.

Niyah, watch out for him, all right?

Hey, I got a surprise for you.

You a'ight?

I didn't know it was gonna be this many affiliated peoples.

They're not gonna do nothing. I mean, not today.

Come on, let's go.

Hey. Yo.

- What's up? - You nervous?

- I'm born for this shit. - Good.

Hey.

But if you do get nervous, and I'm not saying that you do,

rap to one person, just like you did when I met you.

All right? Look 'em in the eye

and make that motherfucker feel everything.

You got this.

- A'ight. - A'ight.

[announcer] Coming to the stage,

one of the hottest MCs that you never heard of.

But we finna turn up, though.

Make some noise for Queen Cabrini!

Chicago, what's good?

Put your hands up.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ Queen Cabrini ♪

Oh, shit.

It's your song!

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

This is my song!

♪ I just need that shit from you ♪

♪ Whole lotta love like my city Chi City ♪

♪ Everywhere I go, still got it in me ♪

♪ Crowned by the hood and the title fit me If I'm rocking, they 'bout it with me ♪

♪ Hit the red light, downtown, Navy Pier Beach State, to Bucktown ♪

♪ Mug with it, run with it They ain't see me, now Miss Cloud Nine ♪

♪ I got the city behind me Buster, you know where to find me ♪

♪ I'm still in the hood, it remind me I need a check and they sign me ♪

What you think about it, huh?

How you get my song?

I made some calls, finessed some plugs.

Hey, put on your seat belt,

'cause we on that rocket ship shit, all right?

Get ready for this.

Now dance with your girl, I got to handle some business.

♪ I just need that shit from you ♪

♪ I just need it from my city ♪

It's better live, right?

These young cats are all on that cell phone game.

Remember when we used to go to concerts and just watched the shit?

Yeah. Well, you're not on yours, so what the fuck you really think?

She's an interesting performer, man.

No, don't do that.

Don't do that.

I taught you that.

Undersell me and shit?

Yeah, um...

I'll tell you what, I'mma have Brittany set up a lunch,

and we're gonna talk next steps, yeah?

Get some drinks, baby.

- ♪ I just want the love ♪ - ♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ Let's do it ♪

- ♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪ - ♪ Turn up, turn up ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ I don't need it, I don't need it ♪

♪ I just need that shit from you ♪

♪ I just need it from my city ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[Romelo] Hey, August. Get up here, man.

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ I don't need it ♪

♪ I just need that shit from you ♪

♪ I just need it from my city ♪

Give it up for August!

[cheering]

He produced this track!

[cheering]

[announcer] Yo, you heard it here first. That joint's bound to blow up.

[Romelo] Way to rip that shit, Queen Cabrini.

Huh? How you feeling, you like that up there? All right.

Go outside. Niyah.

Take care of August, all right?

Hmm!

All right, what's... what's happening?

Let me holler at you.

You... You wanna do this now?

Yeah, where else, nigga?

Look, man, you get ten percent of what I get,

plus you get reimbursed for the studio time.

Ten percent?

That's a hell of a deal coming out the gate, man.

Imagine how big Cabrini's gonna be.

Man, you take that one hit song and you turn that into a roster of artists.

We own the label, man. I did it before.

I'mma do it right this time.

Believe that.

All right.

- All right. Cool. - All right.

- We good? - We good.

Now, tell that big nigga to move, man.

We're good, man.

[laughing]

Hm.

How are you gonna put ketchup on that?

Give me your Chicago card, boy, you're being deported.

This the proper way. Try it.

Told you. [chuckles softly]

That show was so dope. I mean...

Who'd have thought? Cabrini killed that joint, and...

I was very happy to hear my song.

You, uh, ever had a palm reading?

It's like your whole destiny is already written...

right here.

Your heart's beating quick.

I'm gonna take that as a compliment.

Must be a panic attack.

I get those.

[laughs]

No one's ever gonna accuse your ass of being smooth, August.

Prom coming up.

You going?

I don't really do those type of things.

Why you gotta be so goofy, August?

I'm trying to ask you to go with me.

You coming or what?

[sighs]

Yeah.

[Niyah] There go Romelo.

Are you guys ready?

- Got that ketchup hot dog? - [Romelo] Anybody got me one?

[Niyah] Next time, Romelo, next time.

August.

Got home early, baby.

Got Chinese food.

August.

What did I tell you about tonight, boy? Trust me.

A'ight?

Yeah.

Tonight was dope.

Yeah.

Keep doing what you're doing, we'll have many dope nights.

Dope nights all around the world.

Shit.

Jeans, um...

Uh, he was wearing a yellow shirt.

- Ma. - Okay, he...

- That's him. August. - Shit.

[police radio chatter]

August, where've you been?

What are you doing out here?

You're not supposed to be outside. Where have you been?

Look at me, August, where have you been?

- I just... - You just...

What the hell are you doing with my son?

Calm down, ma'am. I just took him to a party.

You took... You took my kid to a party?

- Calm down, everything's okay. - [officer] Is this your son, ma'am?

Yes, this man took my kid without asking permission.

Niyah, are you okay?

Okay. Look, I didn't do anything wrong, all right?

The hell you didn't!

Officer, she's overreacting.

What are you doing with my son?

Answer me!

I took him to a party that he wanted to go to. Shit!

You keep him locked up all day like he's a fucking felon.

Motherfucker! I will break your ass!

[clamoring]

Get the fuck off of me!

- That is my son! - Stand where you are!

- On your knees! - Ma!

It's all unnecessary! She didn't do anything!

- Be quiet! Okay? - Okay!

- I told you to calm down! - What the fuck did I do, man?

- Stop resisting! - [grunts] I'm not resisting!

- Mom! Ma! - [groaning]

- We didn't doing nothing, man! - Be quiet!

- Fuck you! - Shut up!

[grunts]

[shouts] My son!

[crows cawing]

[Romelo] I'll pay you for the car. What was it? Three hundred something?

Well, now that you got all that Uber money, I mean, shit.

I should've told you about August sooner, but it all just happened so sudden.

You are a staff member that I hired.

He is a student. How do you think that makes me look?

He wasn't smoking, he wasn't drinking, he was just out having a good time.

His mother could sue the school.

- Come on. - She just had you arrested.

You know what? As a matter of fact, this is my fault,

for believing that hustle about you needing this damn job.

But I did need it.

Always looking for something shinier.

I'm a high school rent-a-cop.

- Zero shine to that, trust me. - Mm.

Vanessa, this kid is our way back in.

I'm really trying to help these kids,

and you out here trying to get rich off of 'em.

- Hey, Vee, that is not... - Don't fucking touch me.

I'm about a second away from busting you in your damn mouth.

Just sign the damn papers.

- Vanessa, come on. - Stop playing this house shit.

I just took the boy to a block party!

Really?

[car engine starting]

So, you're just gonna leave me standing here, huh?

I wasn't trying to be disrespectful, Mom.

No one loves you more than me.

You know that, right?

And you know that I need you.

It's just you and me now.

- I just thought we was... - [pounds table]

What?

You thought you'd be back before I got home?

I got to be able to trust you in this house.

Everybody liked the song that me and Romelo made.

And...

Niyah was there.

Oh, Niyah?

Oh. So you got your nose open now.

Is that why you acting so crazy?

Oh, you think you're grown now, okay.

I mean, you're making decisions that affect this house,

so you must think you grown.

All I did was go to a party.

And kids get killed at parties every day.

- I wasn't even thinking about that. - Well, I know that's right.

If something had happened to you, August...

Anything could've happened to you.

- But it didn't. - And... Don't.

Don't you make it seem like I'm the crazy one.

I gotta go to work.

She's right.

[knocking at door]

[Romelo] Come on, man, open up.

I bought gyros.

I can't.

Come on, last night didn't end right. All right?

But we got real momentum, August. We got to keep moving on that.

Damn, man.

You just don't get it.

I should've never let you talk me into all this stuff.

- My mom, she... - Hey, look, hey, hey, August,

we got to keep moving on that, all right?

She'll get over it, man, trust me.

We can't stop the creative process, man, look, because...

[door locking]

[Terrence] You ever played billiards before?

She called it pool. I thought maybe she was swinging. I wasn't sure.

- [Cabrini] Guys, kill the noise. - [Terrence] Okay.

I'm saying we got to start that cross-branding shit.

We got to brand you, get that drink,

the... the Cabrini Martini, you know what I'm saying?

What's going on in here?

[Romelo] Huh?

Sitting back thinking about how you did Tone.

- That was grimy as shit, bro. - You don't know nothing about that.

The karma not right.

You got to work on that redemption.

Mister, what did you do?

What'd I do?

Ten percent?

Of your ten percent?

That's the best I could get?

- Me? - Yeah, nigga.

- [Mister scoffs] - It ain't nothing personal, Ro.

You still my dog.

It's just business.

Terrence, come on, man. What the fuck is going on? She is my artist.

It's what homegirl said. It's nothing personal, man.

Come on, Mister. You know I'm trying to get this shit right again.

Trying to get this shit... Romelo, she's too big for you, dog.

What?

Dog, you had to come beg me to let her open for free.

Hey. Terrence, fuck you, man! Fuck you, man!

I came to you with a motherfucking deal, man!

I put hard work into this shit, man!

You're not doing none of that. Back up.

Can't let you put your hands on my partner like that.

- Your partner? - Back up. My partner.

Oh.

We both know you would've fucked this up, man.

Okay.

Fuck you.

Hey, man, it is what it is. Cabrini's part of the Ill Note family now.

But you do recognize talent.

Yo, what about that, uh, that producer kid, what's his name?

Austin?

[Terrence] He's all you got, Romelo.

Let's do business.

[exhales]

- What's up, man, how you been? - Like you give a fuck.

So, what you say to her?

- What? - Niyah.

She ain't talking to me. I heard you and her been kicking it.

So I know you sneak dissin' on me.

- I didn't say nothing about you. - Bullshit.

I ain't step to her all last year because of you,

and now we talking, and you just wanna pop back up?

That's some bitch-ass shit.

Why she like your fat ass anyway?

Unless you're fucking with me?

She like me.

[grunting]

[Laz] You're supposed to be my homie, nigga!

Man, why you got that here?

I wasn't gonna dead your ass. I always got it.

But you don't need it.

How the fuck you gonna tell me what I need?

I'm out there doing what I gotta do, and your ass up here not doing shit!

You gonna be there when I need you?

Huh?

You gonna have my back?

That's what the fuck I thought.

I better not catch your ass on the block again,

'cause I promise you it won't be no words next time.

Fake-ass bucket boy.

[panting]

[man] You look so beautiful. Eh? Princess.

- [woman] Three, two, one. - [laughter]

Dab.

[laughing]

Where you at, August?

[indistinct chatter]

[hip hop music playing]

Girl, come on, just forget about him.

Don't worry about it. I promise you, I'm good,

- I'll text you, all right? - All right.

I love you, girl! I ain't playing! You better be there!

[phone chimes]

Coming down, Romeo?

I can't tonight.

Tonight?

If not now, when?

I don't know.

Stop acting like a little bitch!

- It ain't even like that. - That's exactly what it is.

Your ass scared.

Got to make shit good again.

The hell is wrong with you, August?

This Chicago.

Both my brothers is dead, and I'm standing here!

I'm outside!

My moms need me.

You wrote me that song.

You took me to that show.

You got me standing outside in this itchy-ass dress,

and you can't even come out the damn house, nigga?

You embarrassed me in front of my friends!

Lose my number.

Niyah.

You gonna have more fun without me tonight.

Fuck you.

[piano notes playing]

August.

August, what did you... What... Baby?

What are you doing? What is it?

[breathing heavily]

It's okay. It's okay.

I just wanna be normal.

[Kari's voice vocalizing]

[vocalizing continues]

[door buzzer buzzing]

[Ms. Monroe] Who is it?

Romelo.

Didn't I tell you to stay away from my son?

I didn't come here for that. I came to talk to you.

"You should've ran it by me first"?

That's your apology?

Hm. I'm not apologizing, just explaining what happened.

Hell, I'm the one who went to jail.

You ever ask yourself why a grown-ass man is hanging out with a teenager?

I'm just trying to show August the bigger life. You know, he needs...

No, don't talk to me about what my son needs.

He needs friends.

He needs a purpose.

No, he needs to make it to his 18th birthday.

Your son is very talented.

Not too many people can do what he can.

He can do big things in this world, but he's got to be in the world.

Listen.

Come on, take a listen.

That's your son.

[Romelo] Mm-hmm.

[hip hop track plays faintly on earbuds]

[knocking at door]

Goddamn.

What happened?

[August] Told you, I can't do music no more.

You didn't have to get all dramatic with it.

Hey, you know...

it's time to upgrade you anyway.

I got a...

got a plug that can give us free codes to Pro Tools.

I don't know if I did it 'cause I liked it...

or I do it 'cause she liked it.

- Who? - My sister.

She used to find the most...

random samples.

They killed her.

Yeah, I heard.

Fucking playground on Perry.

I never even heard the bang...

It just burned.

[August] Went right through her.

And buried itself right here.

Man, she ain't even do nothing.

Just came and got me for dinner.

I'm sorry, man.

I can't do this no more.

My moms, she need me.

Man, like I said, y'all ain't gonna even be around here no more.

What you mean?

You gonna move your momma out of here, man.

You're gonna be a hero.

Got you a record contract.

[Romelo] Hey, yo, Bigs. I think you might need this, man.

All right, let me see that over here.

[Romelo] Go ahead, spit it.

♪ Every time I come alive Little mamas feel the vibe ♪

♪ This shit should be televised Live shit, G's, you down to ride? ♪

♪ Ride through Chi Lot of homicides ♪

♪ With his chain on like Amistad ♪

♪ Born a slave, but I'm a god ♪

♪ Run with niggas who run or ride ♪

♪ It's Tony Bigs, G Without the wrist and the whips, G ♪

[Romelo laughing on video]

[Romelo] Here, let me get that.

You know what? I trust this nigga with my life, man.

He keep it 100 at all times.

Man, nigga, you crazy.

[Romelo] That right there, that's shit you wouldn't pocket.

Go on, nigga, I know you got one more. Go ahead, spit that shit, dog.

[Vanessa] Damn.

[Romelo] Open the door.

- We need to talk. - It's 2:00 in the morning.

- I'm a mess without you, babe. - Take your drunk ass somewhere.

I'mma take my drunk ass in the middle of the street and scream your name

so all your neighbors know it.

Vanessa!

♪ I'm not going nowhere 'Cause I'm home ♪

There's a reason why that's in a to-go cup.

First things first.

I'm not signing those papers.

Things have changed.

I'm me again.

- Romelo... - No.

Got a deal at Ill Note Records.

I'mma take care of us.

Just stop.

Yeah, gonna take a while to finesse, but...

they want August.

Hm.

With Terrence?

Mm-hmm.

I told you not to bring that boy into your shit.

You know how he operates.

It's not going to be like that this time, okay?

I'm doing this for the kid, and, hell...

I'm doing this for us.

Is that what you're doing?

Yeah.

Hey.

Where's our wedding pictures?

- I put 'em away. - Look.

Everybody gets fucked a little on their first contract,

but I'll be here to help the kid get started in the business.

You think I'mma tell you that it's okay for you to fuck over a 17-year-old kid?

I'm not absolving you of that, Romelo.

Goddamn, Vee.

Why you still acting like I ain't shit?

'Cause you ain't shit.

Oh, my God. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You're such a fucking idiot.

[Romelo groans]

I never gave a damn about your fucking deals, Romelo.

Shit changes.

This is my chance to get back on top.

Romelo, you are doing this for you.

This ain't for me.

I need you to get out my house, Romelo.

I need you to get the fuck out of my house.

This our house.

Get the fuck out of my house!

[Vanessa] Thank you.

[Ms. Monroe] I got this...

for you.

Come here.

I thought you should maybe go in there...

looking professional. [chuckles softly]

You know you ain't have to take off work.

You are signing a record deal, okay?

There's no way I was gonna miss that.

Thanks, Mom.

You're welcome.

You both ended up looking like your daddy.

[chuckles]

[laughing]

[exhales]

August, you know we don't have to do this if you don't want to, right?

Yes, we do.

[door buzzer buzzing]

- [beeps] - We on our way down.

Uh, I'm not sure what Ro told you about this place, but...

it's a home. It's a home for artists like August.

And we're inviting him into our home, man.

We want you to be a part of our family, for a long, long time.

Ordinarily, it would take, like,

four weeks to kinda issue a check and lick the stamp and send it out.

But you know, I'mma make a call, get you that check in two weeks.

How does that sound, big dog?

You hear that, Ma?

We're gonna move.

All right.

Ms. Monroe.

You're up first.

Um...

Hey, my lawyer looked everything over and it's all good, so...

all you have to do is sign.

There you go.

August.

[Terrence] You're up, dude.

- I don't got to tell this guy twice. - No.

Damn.

[Terrence] A man who knows what he wants, just like me.

Beautiful. Now we celebrate. That's what's up.

- [Ms. Monroe] That... That's it? - Yeah. That's it.

[Terrence] We've got some champagne. All right. Watch out now. Watch out now.

- [cork pops] - Boom.

There we go. King Monroe, Ms. Monroe.

Soda pop for you, August.

Hey, Romelo, you want the bubbly or do you want something brown, man?

If you don't tell me, I'm just gonna have to pour you something, dealer's choice.

Jesus.

[lighter lid clicks]

- Yo, what the hell are you doing? - My contract!

You don't need that. It was fucked.

What are you talking about?

The song goes to number one, he doesn't even sniff a royalty check.

Stop talking right now. Stop talking.

Why'd you do that? My moms needed that money.

We can get the money someplace else, big man.

- I'm gonna litigate the fuck out of you. - Do it.

I told you not to get in his head.

Nah, forget the contract, that shit's burned.

Hey. Romelo, I just gave you 40 grand, man.

- Wait, what? - Did you already forget that?

I'm not touching this money.

- Why he give you that money for my music? - Because he lied to us, baby.

It's complicated, all right? Look, we can get a deal someplace else, trust me.

If you trust him, you might end up like Tone.

Yeah. That was a thick-headed kid

who had no idea his best friend was robbing his end.

What's he talking about?

What am I talking about? Around the time that Tone got killed,

this dude had his label so strapped

that he had to steal checks from Tone's moms just to dig hisself out.

That was a long time ago.

Okay. That was a long time ago.

Let's talk recent history.

Your boy over here didn't try to change anything from your deal, August.

Just a, uh... what was it, a pay bump? And a producer credit for hisself.

Fuck you, Terrence.

Nah, you done fucked yourself, dude.

Well, Chicago is scorched earth.

I mean, you and me are done, man. I was your only friend.

We done.

He's just a child, Romelo.

August?

August.

August.

Hey, August. Come here, man.

[distorted soundscape]

August!

[knocking at door]

[Romelo] August?

Just... Just open the door so I can explain myself to you, okay?

- August? - [Ms. Monroe] He's not here!

[sobbing] He's not...

He's not here...

[sobbing] He's not here.

Mrs. Monroe?

I will bring him home safe.

I promise you that.

I promise you that.

[sobbing]

[thunder rumbling]

I figured you'd be here.

Your moms is worried, man.

Wasn't nothing good about that deal, all right?

Believe me, there's better shit out there for us...

Man, you ain't been 100 about nothing, from the jump.

The whole time you were running game? Behind my back?

You right.

I was dead wrong about you.

You see that building way out there, the one with the blue lights on it?

Me and Tone, we grew up right there.

Man, I'm tired of you throwing that nigga name in my face.

Hey.

Look here, man.

I came up in a Robert Taylor Home...

making tracks with Antonio from two floors down, man.

Next thing I know, we got our own imprint

on the biggest label in the world.

You're too young to remember this, but...

we didn't make it out of that place.

My pops moved in in '71...

and died in that motherfucker.

I didn't know much back then, but I knew one thing.

I was never going back.

I was trying to prove that shit to everyone.

That's how I fucked up. Get a loan to pay a loan.

You dip into another artist's pocket,

now I'm bailing water like it's the Titanic.

You saying that you done fucked every nigga that you done worked with?

Nah. I'm saying that after the lawsuits...

after the IRS done sucked my bone dry of its fucking marrow,

man, I came right back here to the South Side,

damn sure that this wasn't how my life was supposed to be.

I'd do anything to get back.

Anything.

But today...

today, I learned that that wasn't true.

You see, man, that short money...

that shit don't last. I done that.

I gotta get my mom back her life.

Ain't on you.

- It is. - Mm-mm.

She fucked up 'cause of me.

[sniffling]

- Kari is dead 'cause of me. - Nah, man.

You're a kid, man. That ain't on you.

You know...

I'm not good.

You get that?

I'm not good.

Everywhere I go, I see it.

She reminded me of what I done.

Hey.

Your sister wouldn't want you carrying around that, man.

On God, that's not what she'd want.

This is Chicago, August, and it ain't on you to change that shit.

[sobbing] I just miss her.

I miss her so much.

I know.

Come here.

I know, man.

I got it from here.

All right, big man.

Romelo.

[thunder rumbling]

Thank you.

I got you.

[police siren blaring]

Be careful.

I'll see you tonight, Ma.

[Kari's voice vocalizing]

[vocalizing phrase repeats]

[piano matches Kari's vocalizing]

[hip hop beats playing over Kari's vocalizing]

Come on, people, let's go.

Come on, people, let's move. Let's move.

Welcome back, Mr. Monroe.

Thanks, Ms. Robinson.

Come on, don't be late your first day back.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm happy to see you.

It's a little boomy. Bring up the mids.

Levels are good.

I know.

Wow.

Didn't think I'd ever see you around here again.

So? What up?

[music continues playing]

♪ You know my life not picture perfect ♪

♪ I just know that I'mma shine 'Cause my picture worth it ♪

♪ Look deep inside my soul I wrote this in cursive ♪

♪ They like, "You can change the world If you change your purpose" ♪

♪ I felt the world Drop over my fuckin' head ♪

♪ And push me into a corner Now I'm close to the edge ♪

♪ I do it for the family That a nigga lost ♪

♪ I let the track sing And let the drums talk ♪

♪ I hit the kill switch I'm supposed to be dead ♪

♪ Being Christian and losing vision I'm close to the edge ♪

♪ Screaming, "Look at me, Mama We made it to Forbes" ♪

♪ I gave it my all Now the world is yours ♪

♪ So I kick in the door When it rains it pours ♪

♪ Was in love with the game Now I need a divorce ♪

♪ 'Cause the game not sure She done did this before ♪

♪ My life like a movie Is this real, are you sure? ♪

♪ It's a long way A long way home ♪

♪ On the path in front of me ♪

♪ I've been going down this way for us ♪

♪ It's a long way A long way home ♪

♪ You go out like shooting stars No matter where you are ♪

♪ I'm always there with you ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm always there with you ♪

♪ I'm always there with you ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Always there with you ♪

♪ Yeah, I know my life crazy ♪

♪ I'mma hope that they save me ♪

♪ After all, I'm still traumatized Life, hella dramatized ♪

♪ Trying to find love We live in this side of genocide ♪

♪ Hear the same story The stray bullets is memorized ♪

♪ Through it all, I realize It's why we stay unified ♪

♪ I reckon we all can be Who we supposed to be ♪

♪ And those who sell a certain story Incomplete ♪

♪ Now you looking at me Like who am I supposed to be ♪

♪ Lost in the wind I figure I could be anything ♪

♪ So I kick in the door When it rains it pours ♪

♪ Was in love with the game Now I need a divorce ♪

♪ 'Cause the game not sure She done did this before ♪

♪ My life like a movie Is this real, are you sure? ♪

[Kari's voice vocalizing]

♪ August, just push the button, man ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

- ♪ I just need that shit from you ♪ - Hello?

- ♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪ - ♪ Queen Cabrini ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪ - ♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ I just need that shit from you ♪

♪ Whole lotta love like my city Chi City ♪

♪ Everywhere I go, still got it in me ♪

♪ Crowned by the hood and the title fit me If I'm rocking, they 'bout it with me ♪

♪ Hit the red light, downtown, Navy Pier ♪

♪ Beach State, to Bucktown ♪

♪ Mug with it, run with it They ain't see me, now Miss Cloud Nine ♪

♪ I got the city behind me Buster, you know where to find me ♪

♪ I'm still in the hood, it remind me ♪

♪ I need a check and they sign me Cabrini's kitchen or Harold's chicken ♪

♪ My mama tripping You ain't never listening ♪

♪ People judge And they ain't never been here ♪

♪ I'mma let the world know How I'm feeling ♪

- ♪ Now everybody put your hands up ♪ - ♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

- ♪ Turn up ♪ - ♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

- ♪ I just need that shit from you ♪ - ♪ I just need it from my city ♪

♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

- ♪ Let's do it ♪ - ♪ Don't need a whole lot of love ♪

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