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- ♪ Jason Aro, put the record out ♪

- Before anybody knew my name,

life tested me.

It pushed me into dark corners,

dared me to give up,

tried to convince me I wasn't enough.

I'm not a product of the streets.

I'm a survivor.

And this is my story.

- Debra Antney...

You have been found guilty

of assault and battery in the first degree.

Now, I sentence you to two years.

- Two years for fighting?

Come on now.

I always thought if I went to jail,

it would have been for drugs.

Let me explain.

You see, drugs have been in my life

since I was a little girl.

- Come on.

- It's spooky up here.

- My daddy comes up here, like, all the time.

- I thought you were supposed to put your bathing suit on.

- I am, but I want to show you something first.

Look.

- What is it?

- Baby powder.

- Baby powder? Why y'all need so much of it?

- Mm-mm-mm. I think my daddy sells it.

- Girl, get your hand out of my face.

- Whoa, whoo, I love baby powder!

Mm, it smells so good!

Ooh.

- Deb? Deb, what's wrong?

No, Deb! Deb!

- Come on, girl. - Don't hurt yourself.

- Whoo-hoo! Could get it back in the day.

- Uncle James! Uncle James, come quick!

Uncle James, come quick! It's Deb!

- What's wrong, baby? - It's Deb.

- Wait, baby. What happened?

Where is she? - What's wrong?

- We were in the attic, and Deb was showing me

the baby powder upstairs.

And she just fell on the floor and started shaking.

- Baby powder? What baby powder?

- The baby powder in the attic.

- Son of a...

Millie, call the ambulance. Get 'em here now.

- But, James, what's going on,

because I don't--baby powder?

- An ambulance, and get it here right now!

- That's my mom.

- What happened?

- She was kind of naive when it came to the drug game.

But my dad...

- What happened?

- He wasn't naive about nothing.

- Well, it appears your daughter overdosed.

- He knew the ins and outs of the game

better than anybody else. - She's very lucky to be alive.

- No, overdosed?

- And he moved more product than any hustler...

- Overdosed on what?

- You can think of coming out of Queens, New York.

- My baby doesn't do drugs.

- From the looks of it, I'd say heroin.

We still have to test the residue that's on her clothing.

- Doctor, can I please see my baby?

- Of course, of course.

- Yes. Thank you.

- Sir, you do understand

I need to alert the authorities about this.

- No, Doc.

That's not what we're gonna do.

This is what we're gonna do.

My daughter, Deb,

got ahold of some baby powder.

And she had an allergic reaction.

You rock with that?

- That's a possibility, sir.

- Thank you, Doc.

What are you doing, baby?

- I am packing your shit

so you can get the hell out of my house.

- Come on, Millie, stop this shit now.

- An overdose.

An overdose, James? Hmm?

My baby had an overdose because of you

and what you brought in this house.

And I was just too stupid to see it!

- No, Millie, you weren't stupid.

Millie, come on, baby.

Come on, come on, stop. - Get off me.

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

- Baby-- - No.

- Come on now. - No.

- Stop, stop it, stop it, stop it.

- Listen, this is yours. - Stop it.

- Get out. Get the hell out of my house.

Get out, get out, get out!

Now are you gonna get out?

Are you gonna get out,

or do I have to call the police about your drugs?

Hmm?

- Daddy's got to leave, guys. Come here.

Daddy, please don't leave.

- Daddy messed up with Mommy, and Mommy's mad.

- No, y'all come over here.

Turn them loose. Get over here.

I love you, OK?

- Deb, get over here.

- Go, go to your mother. Go on down.

Go on down. - Right now!

- I love y'all.

- And that was my introduction to drugs.

- I'm sorry.

- And it changed my life forever.

- Deb, what you doing?

- I'm going to Sugarlump's house to take care of Daddy.

It's my fault he's gone.

When my parents separated,

I moved in with my dad and grandmother.

And let me just tell you,

me and my pops was inseparable.

- One of my favorite songs right here.

You like that song? - Mm-mm, no.

- Mm-mm. - Let me see something.

What are you doing?

- Turning to it.

Ooh, I like this song right here.

- What you know about this? You like good music?

- I sure do.

- Well, you know this the king of soul right here.

But see, you can't outdance your daddy.

- Please.

Oh, hey, high five, ow!

- Hey, hey. Hey, Deb.

- That's my Uncle Calvin, my dad's best friend.

I learned everything I know about the game

from him, my dad, and Uncle Ben.

Oh, don't worry, you gonna meet Uncle Ben.

- Just take that whole thing and put it inside that bag.

Calvin, where you going?

You know the man's still looking for you, right?

- Dude, I know.

And I'm gonna handle that later today.

- OK, make sure you handle it. You understand?

That motherfucker is dangerous.

Got you, baby.

All right, y'all take care.

- Yo, yo.

OK.

All good?

Shit's good, man.

Let's go, baby.

Hey, got something for you.

- Ooh.

Thanks, Daddy.

- All right, let's get out of here.

- Ooh. - Got us some goodies.

- Ooh, thanks, Daddy, my favorite.

Mm--oh, and a drink?

- Hey, let's make a toast.

You and I forever.

- Hey, I want you to play these numbers.

They come out, we get a lot of money, all right?

- All right.

- Here's a $20 for you.

- Ooh, thanks, Daddy.

- You're welcome.

Let's go get us something to eat now.

You still fooling around with that thing?

- Yeah, I thought I had it figured out,

but this is harder than it looks.

- Nothing's too hard for my baby.

You gonna figure that out one day.

And when you do, I got $100 for you.

- Hey there, Millie.

How you doing today?

- Sugarlump, Sugarlump.

I've had better days.

I'm looking for that daughter of mine.

- Hmm, I ain't seen her today.

- Well, the police came to my house looking for her today.

- The police looking for Deb?

For what? - Fighting.

Again.

This time, a real bad one.

The girl's parents want to press charges.

Oh, man, I got to give it to that Deb.

She can scrap.

Reminds me of me back in the day.

She probably was just defending herself.

You know how they like to pick on Deb.

- I don't care.

Deb need to keep her hands to herself.

I can't have the police coming to my house every other week.

- Sugar Mama was right.

I wasn't just defending myself.

I was defending my moms.

And to know me is to know that one thing you don't do,

and that's talk bad about my family.

- If I see her, I'll talk to her.

- Hmm. - I'll send her your way.

- Oh, no, don't send her my way.

Tell your son.

And tell him that she's suspended from school

for five days,

and she can't go back until next week.

- Oh, Lord. Mm-mm-mm.

- Sugarlump, they're gonna cut my lights off next week.

When you see James, tell him I need some help.

- I will.

- Hey. - Hmm?

- I gotta go in here and take care

of some business, all right?

- All right.

- I ain't gonna be too long.

Stay in this car.

- OK. - All right.

- That's Ben Balboa, my Uncle Ben, my dad's boss.

He's one of the biggest mafia capos in Queens.

- What the fuck is right.

This testa di cazzo friend of yours,

he had the balls to steal my money!

- Oh, no, come on, man.

- You calling me a liar?

- So James, now that you're here,

huh, this is your friend, right?

You brought him in, right?

You said he was the right guy, right?

- Yeah, I did.

- Well, since he's your friend, you decide.

Do we let him live, or does he die?

You shut up.

Now you think long and hard,

because if you let this piece of shit live,

all his sins are on you, hmm?

Along with his 25K debt.

- No, come on, James. Tell him I'ma pay him back.

Tell him, James. Come on, man, tell him.

We go way back.

- I hear you, bro.

You know I love you like a brother, man.

But you do stupid shit, Calvin.

- Come on. - And you don't listen.

I told you the man was looking for you, man.

I told you to handle that shit.

I can't save you now, bruh.

You fucked up.

Listen, I'm having a fucking hard time

pulling my own motherfucking weight.

You understand?

I can't carry yours too.

- You know me, man.

Come on, man, you're like my brother, man.

Come on. Tell him, man.

I'ma pay him his money, man.

- Sorry, Calvin. - Sorry, bro.

- No. - Verdict's in.

- Come on, man.

- Hey, Deb, I thought I told you to stay in the car.

Man, I told her to stay in the car.

- That's all right. You take care of this, huh?

Clean up this mess. - All right, I got it.

- Hey, beautiful. Bella Debra, huh?

- Hey, Uncle Ben.

- Now you're not gonna tell anybody about this, are you?

- About what?

- About what you just saw over there.

- I don't know what you're talking about, Uncle Ben.

I didn't see nothing.

I just came here to show Daddy that I solved my Rubik's Cube.

He promised me $100 if I did it.

Oh, that's wonderful.

You know, as a matter of fact,

your dad's not gonna give you $100.

Your Uncle Ben is gonna give you $200.

- Ooh, really? - Yeah.

- Ooh, that's fresh. - Yeah?

- Thanks, Uncle Ben. - Ah, you're welcome.

Now, look, look, you go to the car.

You wait for your dad, OK? - OK.

- That's the smartest girl I ever met.

She can go far in this world,

mainly because she knows how to shut the hell up.

- Oh, I saw it. I see everything.

But the first rule to the game that my dad taught me

was to never snitch.

Still didn't stop me from fighting.

- I sentence you to two years

at Spofford Juvenile Detention Center.

- Let's go.

- I'm so sorry.

- Lights out, 10 minutes!

- I'm Deb.

What's your name?

- Pam.

- Pam, you gonna sit in the corner like that,

or are you gonna go to bed?

- No.

Jackie's coming.

- Jackie? The fuck is Jackie?

- Mind your business or you'll be warming my bed next.

Let's go, Pam.

You got some work to do before you go to sleep.

Let's go.

- She ain't answer me.

- Move, bitch!

- But I had a feeling that

Jackie was gonna be a problem.

Fat ass bitch.

Yo, Donna?

- What's happening?

- Why this big bitch keep staring at me?

And she told me to mind my business earlier.

- That's Jackie from the Bronx.

If I was you, I'd stay clear of her.

- Shit, bitch told me mind my business earlier.

I don't want no problems.

You see, when it come to bullies,

even when there's no problem, they'll create one.

- Ain't no joke. She don't play.

- Why are you over here, white girl?

What you want?

- Donna, leave her alone.

- I just came to see my cellmate.

- What's up, Pam?

What's this for?

- I know you just got here,

so you probably haven't had a chance

to shop at the commissary.

So I just got you an extra juice and chips.

- Oh, thank you. I appreciate it.

- I'll see you later.

- Yeah.

- Don't eat that shit.

- Why, what's wrong with it?

- You don't want that kind of smoke.

- Man, oh, shit. My bad.

I ain't eaten nothing all day. I ain't have breakfast.

I mean, I'm hungrier than a motherfucker.

- I will find you something else to eat.

Put that shit back where she left it.

You don't need them kind of problems.

- Taking shit that belongs to me, bitch.

- Bitch?

I don't gotta take nothing that belong to you, hoe.

- Bitch, my bitch gave that shit to you.

That shit belongs to me.

- What she didn't know is I wasn't gonna back down.

I ain't like that flavor anyway.

I hate bullies.

- You think that shit's funny, huh?

- No, but I think you look funny.

And I don't like bullies.

So get the fuck out my face,

and don't come back to my cell no more.

- What? - Hey!

What's going on over here?

- Y'all good?

- Yeah, we good. - OK.

- OK.

- Y'all best find a way to deal with your beef.

I'd hate to throw you in the hole.

You better check yourself.

- Keep walking.

- Jackie, do you hear me?

- Mm-hmm.

- I ain't scared of your big ass.

Y'all better figure this shit out.

That goes for everybody up in here!

- Let's go, Pam.

- Chill.

- Hey, yo, Deb, you ready?

'Cause fighting this bitch Jackie is like fighting a man.

But look, I got something for you.

Listen,

you know you can always go to the COs

and tell 'em what's up, right?

Ain't nobody gonna think less of you, especially me.

- I don't fuck with the police like that.

Let that bitch come in here. I ain't scared.

- Lights out, 10 minutes! - Whatever.

- She's gonna come for you.

- I know, Pam.

Let her come. I'm ready.

Let me ask you a question.

- Yeah?

- How come you never defend yourself?

You never fight back.

Just let her do whatever she want to do with you.

- Because I can't win, Deb.

What's the point of getting beat up

if I'm gonna just end up doing it anyway?

- You ready, bitch? - Yeah.

- Get the fuck out the way!

I'm not talking to you, white bitch.

Talking to this bitch right here

who ate my motherfucking chips,

running your motherfucking mouth, bow, wow, wow.

Get the fuck up, bitch!

Jackie was big.

But one thing my pops taught me before I went inside

was how to take a sock full of rocks

and use it as blackjack for protection.

I ain't gonna lie,

I was kind of surprised when Donna jumped in.

But that's when I knew she had my back.

And we became best friends.

Hey, she out!

- I beat Jackie ass that day.

But it ended up landing me three months in the hole.

- All right, let's go, Antney.

- Come on, move.

- Already?

I was just starting to get comfortable.

- Come on.

- What's up?

- All right, I'm in the cell.

- Bye-bye.

- When I got back to general population...

Anyway, what up, Pam?

I would say I was a new person.

What's all this stuff? And with a new title.

- Gifts from the girls. - Girls?

- Yeah, and now she been transferred over to Rikers,

you got her spot.

- What spot?

- Shit, girl, you the new boss of this bitch.

- Boss of this bitch. Oh, the boss! I like that.

But I ain't the boss of nobody, man.

I'm just holding my own.

- I feel that. - Nah, you're the boss.

You're the boss.

- Boss--kind of like it.

- All right, all right, I tell you what we're gonna do.

- Got a little ring to it.

I spent another year and a half running Spofford

until they finally called my name.

- Damn. - And I got some right now.

- What you gonna do with that?

- Hold on, hold on.

- Ooh.

- And if you ain't got nothing, I got something else for that.

- Hey, Antney!

Pack your shit.

You going home.

- What?

Nah.

Are you really leaving? - I'm out.

Y'all make sure y'all look me up in the yellow pages

when y'all get out of here, all right?

I'm gonna make sure I get both of y'all a job

working with my dad.

- Damn, bitch.

I'm gonna miss you. - I'm gonna miss you too.

- Ah! - Ah!

Donna, I'ma need you to watch out for Pam.

Nothing can happen to her, for real.

Nothing can happen to her. - Yo, Deb,

chill the fuck out, OK?

The white girl's safe with me.

I mean, not that she needs it.

You done taught her ass how to fight and shit.

Uh-huh.

- Man. All right.

- All right, so y'all hold it down.

And, um, I'ma see y'all on the outside.

- All right.

- All right, all right. - Come on.

- Freedom meant it was time to get back to work with my dad.

And I couldn't be happier--

only he wasn't the one picking me up.

It was my mom. And that's never good news.

- Mom, what are you doing here? And where's Daddy?

What's up, Freddie?

- Baby, hey.

Mm.

Your father's not coming.

They picked him up about two months ago.

- For what?

- What do you think?

Drugs.

- All right, well, if he locked up, we need to go and get him.

- No, Deb, he is not your responsibility.

James is a grown man. He can handle himself.

It's you who needs my help.

Which is why I'm sending you to Boston.

- Boston?

I ain't going to no Boston. I'm not going to Boston.

- You are. And you will.

- Boston, you serious?

- Yes. - Why are you doing this?

- Baby, you're my daughter,

and I love you.

I want you to finish school,

not running around this city behind your father

selling drugs.

- I could just get my GED here.

- It has already been arranged with your Aunt Kathy.

Now Freddie will drive you up there tonight.

- All right.

- What's up, cuz?

- Get in the car.

- Boston?

Don't nobody from New York want to live in Boston.

Just like that, I was in Boston.

- He hit the ground running. You know what?

- Stop.

- All right, I'm gonna stop. - All right, stop.

Go ahead, run your hand up. - Go ahead.

- Oh, yeah, you don't want me to go!

You ain't want me to go.

Stop.

Y'all playing with me.

- Trying to block the game, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- Star, who is that cutie with Mikey and Freddie?

- That's Vernon.

Stay away from him. He's a real player.

- I didn't say I wanted him.

I was just window shopping.

Let's go watch the game.

- Y'all heard about Peewee, right?

- Yeah, it's got us all fucked up too.

- For real.

- Pigs got him for five keys.

One of them was for us.

- Well, that means we need to find a new connect.

We need to find that shit fast as hell.

- How the fuck are we gonna do that?

It ain't like they around here advertising.

- We might need to.

- I could hook y'all up if y'all want.

Excuse me for a second, Star.

- Who is this?

- It's our little cousin from New York.

Go back to the kiddie table. Grown folks is talkin'.

- Fuck you, Mikey.

I was trying to help your ass out.

And I'm grown.

- Hey, hold up, shorty.

Who connect you supposed to got?

- My peoples in New York.

Purest coke you ever seen in your life.

- What you think, Fredo?

- I remember Daddy and Uncle Thomas saying

Uncle James was hooked up with the mafia

in New York, so...

- All right, tell your daddy we want to do business.

- See, that's where you got it fucked up.

My father don't know you.

You want to do business, you got to go through me.

Let me know what you want, and I'll make it happen.

- Are we supposed to just give you our fucking money?

Get the fuck out of here!

- Look,

when you know what you want, let me know.

Pay half up front and the other half when you get the product.

- ♪ Uh, they like Lil Debbie, bossed up ♪

- Let me holla at you for a second, man.

- ♪ Only gangstas indoors, sus ♪

♪ Even if you family ♪

- I'll be right back.

- ♪ You gon' end up crossed up ♪

♪ Is you drunk, this ain't no beer pub ♪

♪ German shepherds and rottweilers ♪

♪ K-9s that squeeze you with a bear hug ♪

♪ It's them all pushing big drugs ♪

♪ You missing work, catching big slugs ♪

- It goes bad, it's just your cousin.

- Once I knew I had Vernon and Mikey on board,

the only thing left to do was to find Pops.

And I had to play.

- ♪ It's the boss ♪

♪ Fly, sophisticated ♪

♪ Classy ♪

♪ I-I-I-I'm the boss ♪

♪ Fly, sophisticated ♪

♪ Classy, gangsta

- Hey, Grandma. - Hey!

What you doing here?

Oh, my goodness, I'm so happy to see you.

Tell me everything.

- Grandma, where is Daddy?

I see his car parked outside.

- Girl, your daddy's still in jail.

- So we gotta bail him out.

- Mm-hmm. Your lips to God's ears, honey.

Only I ain't got $60,000 to bail him out.

- So what's up with Uncle Ben?

- Deb, don't nobody care about your daddy but you and me.

- I see that.

There is one way that we could get him out today, if you want.

- If I wanted to?

- I was thinking you could put your house up.

- My house? Shit.

I love my son, but we've been down this road before.

I ain't about to lose my house over his foolishness.

- Don't do that, Grandma.

You think he'll make you lose your house?

- Hmm.

- So you're just gonna let him sit in there?

- He ain't gonna be in there forever.

The way them jails is all crowded up,

it could only be six months.

- Nah, I know one thing is for certain

and two things for sure-- he getting out today.

And that's when I realized

that no one loved my pops the way I did.

I was determined to get him out.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.

- Daddy!

- They can't keep a good Black man down.

- That's right. - What's up, baby?

- They can't keep a man with a plan in the slam.

- Oh, my God. It's so good to see you, baby.

- Good to see you too. - You look good.

Look at that outfit.

- Uh-huh, you know I learned from the best.

- I'm doing all right, you know, bam with the shoes.

- Uh-huh. - You know what I'm saying?

- But now we're gonna get you right.

- Mr. Antney, my name is Harry Brown from Harry's Bail Bonds.

- Yeah, Daddy, this is, um, Harry.

- This is your release paperwork,

your court date information--

- OK. - And my business card.

Make sure you show up to court.

I wouldn't want to see you end up back inside.

Do we understand each other?

Hey, thank you for taking good care of my car, baby.

- You know that.

- It's my pride and joy right here.

- Ain't nobody playing with your car, Daddy.

- Whatever.

- I knew that

getting my father out

was gonna come with a price--

- Before we go--

- And some serious questions.

- We need to talk.

You know I'm upset, right?

Huh? I'm talking to you.

What are you doing down here?

And where'd you get the money to bail me out?

Tell me the truth. Don't lie.

- Aight.

Some cats up top, they gave me half for a brick.

And I used the money to get you out.

- Jesus Christ, Deb.

If I'd have known that, I'd have told you

to keep my Black ass in there.

What are you thinking, huh?

What are you thinking?

- Get you out of prison. - Fuck?

- I'm not gonna leave you locked up, Pops.

Now I asked Grandma to put the house up.

She said no.

You know Mommy ain't coming to get you.

- Let's go get this money.

- Have to get that money. I see you.

Taught you well.

You still ain't tell me how you got that money

to bail me out, though.

- The last 48 hours have been

one of the best times in my life.

And I didn't want it to end.

- I miss you already. You ain't even gone.

Just let me stay.

You could keep getting money,

open up a spot, run some numbers.

I could work with you and Uncle Ben.

You know I'm a good worker.

Come on, Daddy. Let me stay, please.

- Nah, that ain't gonna happen.

You're more focused when you're up there.

And I don't want you to end up like me.

So I want you to go get that piece of paper.

You understand? - Yeah.

I'll do it for you.

Just promise you gonna come to my graduation.

- You know damn well I ain't gonna miss your graduation.

If I got to walk the fuck up here--

I'll be here.

I love you. - I love you too, Dad.

- Here's your bag.

Almost forgot the damn bag.

All right.

Stay in touch with me, all right?

- Yeah, come see me sometime.

- Of course I'ma come see you.

Keep in touch with me, all right?

- All right. Love you, Daddy.

- I love you too, baby.

- I was a little disappointed when my dad

sent me back to Boston with the money

to give to Mikey and Vernon.

He totally refused to give me the dope.

Hmm.

- Deb. - Yeah?

- Vernon and Mikey are here to see you.

- All right, tell them I'll be right there.

- OK. - Thanks, Auntie.

I'm just gonna give them their money.

Oh, shit!

Once again, my pops saved my ass!

Go, Daddy. Go, Daddy.

Go, Daddy.

But do you dance, baby. But do you dance, baby.

Whoo.

Thank you, Daddy.

- What up, Deb? - What up?

- Have a nice trip?

Talk to your daddy? - I did.

And like I told you, he said he don't want to get involved

because he don't know you.

- Didn't I tell y'all this was gonna be some bullshit?

Give us the money back, yo.

- You want the money,

or you want this?

Huh? Which y'all want?

I can get the money.

- Give her the money.

- And just like that, I was the Boston connect.

So we good?

- Oh, yeah, we're real good.

Good working with you, Deb.

- Good working with you too.

- OK.

- You know where to find me if you need more.

- Aight.

Smooth, real smooth.

Aight, y'all, take care of yourself.

My pops really held me down

'cause as long as I'm making money, I'm good.

But now it's my turn to live up to my side of the bargain.

I had to pass the GED.

- All the test booklets should remained closed

until I give you instruction to start.

You should have nothing on your desk.

They should be cleared.

Nothing but a number two pencil.

Everybody good? What?

Debra, so glad you could join us.

You're late.

- I know. I'm sorry.

- I'm sure. Have a seat.

- I got it. I got it.

No, Marvin--

Marvin, mind your damn business and take your test.

- If you get caught--

Why do you have a gun?

- Hey, guys, stop playing around.

Let's get serious.

Now, we practiced with this.

We're ready.

You'll have two hours for the first test.

Go ahead and start.

These students have worked so hard.

They persevered, and they have reached

their goal of education.

And I am so proud to stand here

and present their certificates today.

But now I'd like to announce the student

who scored the highest on the examination

with a 90%.

Deb Antney.

- It's your girl!

- That's my little cuz!

Yeah, cuz! - That's my daughter.

That's my daughter.

- Yeah, Deb!

Oh, oh!

Baby, baby, baby!

I'm so proud of you.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

- Thank you, Mom.

Where's Daddy?

He said he'd be here.

- Your father is not the man you think he is.

- Come on, why you always got to tear him down?

- I don't. He does that all by himself.

Otherwise, he'd be here.

- But we're here for you, sweetheart.

And we are very proud of you.

- Thanks, Auntie.

- You know it.

- But I know my father, and he would be here.

Something got to be wrong.

Business was good,

but I still had to find out what was going on with my dad.

- What the hell is this?

- I done told you he ain't here.

- We're not going anywhere till you tell me where he is.

- Whoa, what's going on?

- This son of a bitch thinks he's just gonna run up

in my house looking for James.

- All right.

Harry, what's up, man? Why are you here?

- Because your father has missed

his last three court dates.

The judge has issued a bench warrant for his arrest

and revoked his bail.

- That's not possible.

- Hmm, don't look at me.

I told you he wasn't going to court.

That's why I didn't put up my house.

- And my ass is on the line for 60 grand unless I find him.

Tell your father to turn himself in.

I got 10 grand on his head.

All right?

Let's go.

- Sugarlump, where is my father?

- I don't know, Deb.

He came by here the other day to get some clothes,

but he ain't been staying here.

- All right, well, I'm not gonna stop looking for him

until I find him.

- All right, baby.

- Oh, thank you.

What a pleasant surprise.

What do I owe the pleasure?

- I'm looking for my father.

Not only did he miss my graduation,

but he missed court.

- That's not good.

- Not good at all. - Mm.

- And I got to deliver four keys to my peoples

back in Boston in two days.

- Four keys?

You got enough money for four keys?

- You know what, Debra?

I'm gonna make sure you have your four keys.

You would do that for me?

There's not many things I wouldn't do for you.

- Thanks, Uncle Ben.

Still worried about my dad, though.

- Well, don't worry about James.

I'll send a couple of my guys out to find him.

He shouldn't be too hard to find.

- If anybody could find my dad,

it would definitely be Uncle Ben.

So while he's looking for him, I had to get back to business.

And Uncle Ben always said, when it comes to business,

the best people to work with is family.

And my girls, they my family.

About that--

y'all ain't gonna be able to work for my pops.

- Well, damn, you could have told a bitch.

- And I would have messed up the surprise.

- What surprise?

- Y'all gonna be working for me.

- Oh, seriously?

- Yeah, but y'all can't be looking like that.

I don't know what the hell y'all got on.

You look like a runaway nurse.

And you look like Cheetara from the "ThunderCats."

Come on. I'm gonna get y'all laced.

Come on. - All right, lead the way.

Let's go.

- You fucked the mall up. - Yeah, you got us right.

- I told you I was gonna get y'all right.

You definitely need to take that leopard print off.

I don't know what you doing. - That's why you the boss.

- Ah! - That's why--I agree.

- That's what I said. I love this.

- Yeah, yeah, but we can't keep shop--

wait, wait, hold on, y'all, this my uncle right here.

- How you doing, kid?

- I'm doing pretty good. What you doing here, man?

- We found your father.

He's OK for now,

but I think it's best you come with me, huh?

I'll take you to him.

- Where is he? Is he all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, look,

you tell your friends you'll meet them later, all right?

- Yeah. - OK.

- All right.

- What's going on? Is everything OK?

- Make sure you get the girl, all right?

Don't say anything about where we're going.

- I'll meet you back at Donna's.

Take this.

- Love you. - You too.

- Shit, I hope everything's OK.

Uncle Ben,

I don't think I can handle seeing my father dead.

- He's not dead-- not yet, anyway.

You go see for yourself, hmm?

- I felt like it was déjà vu, just like my Uncle Calvin.

Daddy.

What's going on?

- I fucked up a little bit.

- Fucked up? You stole money from me.

That's how you fucked up.

I would have given you the fucking money if you asked!

- Daddy, why? - Why?

Because he's a fucking junkie, that's why.

Give me the gun.

- No. Don't kill him, please.

- No, baby, let him do it.

- No. - Let me go.

- I'll pay you back.

- No, wait, you got to understand.

If he lives, you owe his debt.

Capisce?

- Whatever he owe, I owe.

I'll pay you back.

- You don't deserve this kid.

Time to get to work.

- Daddy?

My dad was safe--for now.

- Don't--don't do it, baby.

- But I wasn't really sure about myself.

- Damn, that's a lot of weight.

- Scared?

- Come on now, I ain't never scared.

- All right then, well, let's turn this shit into some paper.

Uncle Ben had connections all over the world.

And now I was connected to those same people.

We was making money hand over fist--

I mean, crazy bread.

Somebody get us some help.

Call for some help.

- We ain't get to Philly yet.

We gotta make sure little Kohesha make it to the plane.

Now let's go.

- All right, she gonna take care of you.

- Oh, it's gonna be so much fun.

- I was ready. What you talking about?

- I put this dress on for a reason, girl.

- Y'all know him?

- Oh, no, but I-- - Don't make it hot.

Stop looking down there. You gonna make it hot.

- OK, OK, I'm not looking.

But from what I can see, he looks really fine.

- I don't care how fine he is.

If I don't know you, I don't trust you.

And I don't know him. - You want me to go check him?

- Girl, it's ladies night at the Proper,

and I plan on partying all night.

- I know that's right.

All right!

- Whoo!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

♪ Southside, we outside, radio bangin' ♪

♪ Got the team on the corner, so you know we ain't playin' ♪

♪ Mentioning a name and the right doors open ♪

♪ Poppin' fly shit, and it all gets stolen ♪

♪ It was Deb, electrifying, masterminding, double shining ♪

♪ Took it from the bottom to the top, who else ♪

♪ The lobby, gotta respect the energy she walk with ♪

♪ Muscle up like Crossfit, the boss, shit ♪

♪ You know we rockin' it nonstop ♪

♪ And they shoppin', straight out the pockets ♪

♪ She drop it, they walk out ♪

♪ It's Southside, got 'em locked in ♪

- While I was out in the streets,

my little brothers had grown up.

One was running a nightclub,

and the other was getting his footing in the music game.

- Check this out.

- But know this-- neither of them was soft.

- Hey, yo, Deb, what's up, baby?

I told you, we got this thing rocking.

You know what I'm saying? - Oh, man.

- Hey, look at that. - I know.

This is all you. That's all you.

- I don't even like that. Where do we go?

What are we gonna do?

- ♪ Who else in the lobby ♪

♪ Gotta respect the energy she walk with ♪

♪ Muscle up like Crossfit, the boss, shit ♪

♪ You know we rockin' it nonstop ♪

- Hey, yo, sis, you know who that is down there, right?

- Yeah, that's the kid from that wack-ass boy group

you was trying to start in the garage.

- I took your advice.

I did exactly what you told me to do.

I turned him into a ladies man. And look at him.

Now they loving him.

The ladies can't get enough of him.

- Mm-hmm, well, ladies love sexy.

And he's definitely sexy.

I told you he was a star.

- Excuse me.

Yeah.

- Bro, you know this cat standing on the steps?

- The light-skinned dude with the beard, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah, I seen him.

I can tell he ain't from around here, though.

Why, what up? It's a problem?

- Nah, it ain't no problem.

I just think he the cops or something.

- Word. Yo, sis, I'm telling you.

You better lay low.

TNT got task force going crazy around here.

They got cops everywhere.

- Shit, tell me about it.

- ♪ Who else in the lobby ♪

♪ Gotta respect the energy she walk with ♪

♪ Muscle up like Crossfit, the boss, shit ♪

♪ You know we rockin' it nonstop, and they shoppin' ♪

- Proud of you, bro. You doing your thing.

Final payment.

We good?

- Yeah, yeah. Take a seat, Debra.

Let's have a chat.

- I already paid you my father's debt,

penalties, and interest.

What the hell we need to chat about?

- You show some respect.

Yeah, you've done good so far.

I'm more than impressed.

I'm proud.

- I guess I should be thankful,

but you didn't make it easy--

30% for late penalties and interest

for being late one day?

I paid you back the 200 grand a year ago.

- Yes, you did, but I was testing you

to see if you have what it takes.

And you, you do.

Here, for you.

- That's 50 grand.

- Mm-hmm, consider it a token of my appreciation,

my respect--

what the hell, love.

Look, it was a necessary evil.

I had to see if you could handle things, huh?

- And just when I felt like

I was gaining Uncle Ben's respect...

- Come on.

- Things began to happen that could ruin it all.

- Hey. - What up?

Where's Deb at? - Oh, she's not coming.

It's just me this time.

- Oh, word. - Yeah, where's Vern?

- He's at the hospital with his mom.

But he'll be here in a few.

- What?

- I mean, even as a pregnant woman,

I think you're sexy as fuck.

- You think I'm sexy?

- I know you seen me checking you out a few times.

No, I haven't.

- Yeah, yeah, my cousin Deb be blocking, though,

telling me to stay away from you.

But, I mean, you're here now, so we got some time.

Come in. - OK.

- All right, thank you.

Have a nice day.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

Will that be all, Officer?

- Yeah, I'll take the chips and the soda.

Oh, and I want to play my numbers, 510 and 513,

straight in the box, $5 each.

- It's gonna be $1.25 for the chips and the soda.

We don't do numbers in here, Officer.

I'm sorry.

- Officer? You think I'm a cop?

- Absolutely.

Look, it's Deb, right?

I ain't no police. - You know me?

- Everybody know you.

You got cats out here singing songs about you.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Yeah, all right.

- You need a bag, straw? - No, I'm good.

- I know a cop when I see one. - Keep the change.

- But cop or not-- - Oh, for the record--

- He was sexy as hell. - I ain't no cop.

My name is Oakland.

You should ask about me.

- Mm.

- Oh! Damn, Mikey.

Shit.

- You know, if I'd have known

you could put it down like that,

I'd have gave you some a long time ago.

- Well, blame my hating-ass cousin.

She always trying to block us and keep us apart.

Hurry up and get dressed. Vern is on his way back.

- OK, I just gotta run to the restroom.

- All right, there's a washcloth on the sink

if you want to freshen up.

- OK, thank you. - Yeah.

- How's your moms?

- She good.

They gonna keep her overnight for observation.

They said it was just gas, you know.

Ain't no heart attack or nothing.

- Good, good, yeah.

- So y'all ready to do this?

- Sure. - Let's get it.

- All right, let's see.

Mm-hmm.

All right, cool, we all here.

- Oh, yeah, mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Thought we were getting three.

- What are you talking about? It's three in there.

- Fuck, this look like three?

It's two in this motherfucker. - It's impossible!

There was just three keys in here.

- OK, show me then.

It ain't three now.

- At the shop now, yeah.

Hold on one second, Dad.

Pops, let me call you back.

- Hello?

- Yo, Vernon, I see this 911. What's up?

Pam made it up there all right?

- Yeah, she good.

She about to get a bullet in her head, though.

She shorted us.

- What the fuck is you talking about?

That shit ain't funny.

- You think I'm fucking laughing?

We gave your girl money for three keys,

and she came back with two.

Now you know that ain't how we do business!

- I definitely don't do business like that.

I gave her three keys.

Look, V, hold it down till I get up there.

I'm on my way.

- All right, hurry up.

- Yo, everything all right?

- Nah, we got a problem with the drop.

- Pam's drop? Shit.

- What the fuck happened?

- Deb, I swear to God I don't know.

They were in here.

- What you mean, you don't know?

I put three keys in this harness.

There's only two sitting right here.

So it's either you lost it or you--

- Or she stole one.

- Mind your business, Vernon.

I'm not talking to you.

Pam, go get in the car.

We good?

- Oh, yeah, we real good.

- Donna, come on, let's go.

I didn't even want to be around Pam

when I got back from Boston.

So I went straight to the store,

stacked my stash, and cleared my head.

What you doing in my store, Officer?

- Shh, there's no time for that officer shit, all right?

You're being jacked right now.

- I swear I keep hearing voices.

- Stop talking and shoot.

- Fuck, Nick, Nick!

- He wasn't a cop after all.

- Fuck!

- He was telling the truth.

- Hey, yo, we ain't trying to kill nobody!

We just want the money!

Just open the safe, and give us the money!

- Ain't no money in the safe.

I got the money right here.

But if I give it to you, y'all gotta take y'all asses

out of here the same way y'all came in.

- All right, toss it over!

What the hell was that?

- Who the fuck you think I am, Dan Marino?

Shit, I'm a girl. Get the money!

- Fuck.

- Look, hang in there, all right?

I'ma get you to the hospital as soon as possible.

Just breathe.

Uncle Ben.

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I had my people dispose of the bodies at your shop.

It was a fucking mess.

- I know.

I'm all right.

I don't know about him.

- Hmm, him.

His real name is Isaac Brown.

But the people on the street, as you know,

they call him Oakland.

His family moved to the Bay Area in California

when he was a kid.

You are looking at one of the original crack cooks.

- Him? - Mm-hmm.

He's probably hanging out at your shop

trying to connect with you.

- What the hell he trying to connect with me for?

You're a lot bigger than you think, Debra.

And you are developing a reputation,

both good and bad.

- And you know she would be here by now.

You know she would have called, paged, something.

- Oh, my God.

Yo, Deb, you scared the fuck out of me.

Yo, there was so much blood in the shop.

What the fuck happened?

- I know. I'm good.

I didn't get hit. I'm not hurt.

But it did get hot in there for a minute.

- I can imagine. Damn.

So how's dude?

- His name is Oakland.

- OK, well, excuse me. My bad.

How's Oakland?

- Out the woods for now.

Still unconscious.

They're gonna take him off the sedative when I get back.

Shit, I wouldn't have even left if

I didn't have to take a shower and get something to eat.

- So what, you like his next of kin or something now?

'Cause, I mean, what the hell are you doing, Deb?

You barely know this guy.

- Exactly. I barely even know him.

And he risked his life saving mine.

And ain't nobody ever did that for me, not even y'all.

So I'ma do everything I can

to make sure he get back on his feet--

I mean, unless you got a problem with that.

- Nah, I was just saying.

- So was I.

Look, I'm tired.

I'm going to wash my ass so I can get back before he wake up.

I know Pam and Donna meant the best,

but I really did feel like I owed him.

I mean, he saved my life.

- Wait. Hey, don't do that.

Don't do that.

You're gonna rip your stitches.

Just relax. Please.

You something else.

You cute. You know that?

You up in here acting like my moms.

- No, I'm not.

'Cause if I was, you'd be listening.

Look, I'm sorry about this.

- Nah.

Nah, you ain't gotta be sorry.

None of this is your fault.

I saw them dudes at your spot last week staking it out.

Yeah, if anything, I should have told you sooner.

- Don't be so hard on yourself.

I probably wouldn't have believed you anyway.

- Hey, what's up? Can I help you?

- I'm Doctor Levy.

I'd like to take a look at your wound.

Yeah.

All right, OK.

- Yeah, this is healing nicely.

You're pretty lucky.

- Yeah, well, I ain't done living yet, Doc.

So when do I get to go home?

- We'd like to discharge you today, if possible.

- Damn!

I mean, he just got in here a few days ago.

You barely got the bullet out of him.

- Yes, I know, however, our facility is special.

We're not set up for long-term care.

You just need to take it easy and keep the wound clean.

Your biggest enemy is infection at this point.

- Yeah.

Hey, that's all right, Deb.

For real, ain't you ever heard that old saying?

A hospital's no place to get well.

- Well, you got that right.

- I'll send you home with everything you'll need

to aid in your recovery.

- I appreciate it.

Damn.

Didn't hear you come in.

- Should have locked the door.

Yeah.

What's all this? It's for me?

- Yeah, I got you some food and a movie,

in case you want to watch one.

- All right. Let me--

- No, no, no, don't-- don't do that.

This is my favorite show.

- Ha, what you know about this?

- What? My whole family love music.

I've been watching this since we was kids.

I even watched it in Spofford.

- So you must be like a real music connoisseur, then.

- I know that.

- All right, let me ask you this.

Who's your favorite performer?

- I don't care what nobody say.

Prince is the greatest of all times.

"Purple Rain" is everything.

- Yeah, that's right. Prince is good.

You know he's playing at the Garden, right?

Yeah, we should go.

You know, once I'm back up on my feet,

moving around a little bit better.

- You asking me out?

- Something like that.

- OK.

All right.

I gotta go.

- Where are you off to? You heading to work?

- No, I got to go meet my brother.

He's gonna be playing at Baisley Park.

And, um, we're gonna have a little meeting,

and I can stop by and come see you later.

Maybe we could watch one of those movies.

- Yeah, that's a bet.

I look forward to it.

- All right.

Now, he was cute.

But going on a date--

that's something I was gonna have to think about.

- Hey, Deb, can we talk?

- About what, Pam? I'm busy.

What's that?

- That's half the money of the brick I lost.

I promise you, Deb, I'm gonna get you the rest.

- Where you get this kind of money?

- I was saving to get a car,

but I just want to clear shit up with you first.

Look, Deb, I don't want you to be mad at me.

You and Donna, y'all are my best friends.

Y'all are my family.

I would never do no shit to hurt y'all.

- You don't get it, do you?

It ain't about the money.

It's about respect.

Honor, loyalty, trust.

Shit you can't buy back.

I don't want it. Take it.

- No, I'm good.

- I really wanted to forgive Pam, but I just couldn't.

Why are you looking at me like that?

- She's trying to make it right.

Give her that much.

Like, damn, Deb.

You know the girl got self-esteem issues.

- This a man's game we playing in, Donna.

They don't give a fuck about no self-esteem issues.

- We ain't talking about the damn game.

We talking about Pam.

- I hate to admit it, but Donna was right.

Oh, and that Prince concert?

I did end up going with Oakland.

I mean, he is so fine, though! I'm just sayin'.

I want to thank you for taking me to the Prince concert.

I love Prince.

Well, you're welcome.

But you ain't got to thank me.

Shit, I should be thanking you,

the way you've been looking out for me this past month.

I just wish I was sticking around

a little bit longer, you know?

Take you to that Michael Jackson concert.

Now, that-- that's gonna be a show.

- You going somewhere?

Where you going?

- Uh, Philly.

Yeah, I gotta go down there and, uh,

work for these fucking corporate clowns for a bit.

- I thought you was doing your own thing.

- Yeah, I thought so too, you know, but all the money

I had stacked up for that, I ended up having to use that

to pay for the back taxes on my grandmother's house,

so, you know-- but it's all good.

I'ma go down to Philly, you know, just for a bit,

get my weight up, you know. - Hold on.

- Oh, come on, hurry up.

I'm hungry.

That's good.

- Here you go.

Take this key till you get back on your feet.

- No.

Ain't no way.

Look, I appreciate it.

I really do. Don't get me wrong.

It's just...

I mean, what I look like taking shit from you?

Come on.

We're gonna do business together, all right,

in the future when I get back.

But I can't do this, all right? I ain't no charity case.

- This ain't charity. This is business.

It's 14 a key.

You take it, and you get back on your feet.

- And you're paying me back.

- All right, but look,

you got to know that I'm good for it, and more.

I mean it.

You're not gonna regret this.

- I better not.

Because our entire friendship is based on you paying me back.

- Somebody paged me from this number?

Who is this? - Yo, it's Mikey.

- I should have just hung up

as soon as I heard Mikey voice.

- Yo, I need three more of them things.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

And I don't talk on phones.

- Yeah, I get all that, but I ran completely out.

Look, I'll give you 30% more if you can get it to me today.

- Something just wasn't right.

And Donna felt the same way.

- I don't know, Pam.

Something about this situation just don't feel right.

Like, why the hell did Mikey and Vernon

call Deb out the blue and offer 30% more?

- 'Cause he's completely out.

He wanted me to go up there,

but Deb said she would go, so...

- How you know that?

And why the fuck would Mikey call you?

- Oh, shit.

You fucking hoe. You fucking him, aren't you?

- Jesus, Pam, are you fucking kidding me?

Mikey?

- OK, I know. I know, I know.

I shouldn't have done it, but look,

we were waiting on Vernon,

and he got to touching on my spot,

and one thing led to another.

- One thing always leads to another with you, Pam.

- OK, first of all, you don't understand.

He likes me, Donna.

Like, he, like, really, really likes me.

I like him too.

Mikey's my man.

No, bitch, you don't understand.

That motherfucker is using you.

Hold on.

- What are you doing?

Oh, wow.

Really? - You tripping.

- Plane just landed.

Won't be long now.

- She's not gonna see me back here, is she?

- You got nothing to worry about, Mikey.

Well, that is,

unless your cousin shows up empty-handed, then, well...

That's right.

- Let's go.

- There's a washcloth on the sink

if you want to freshen up.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- Yup, all along,

it was Mikey who took the stash we blamed Pam for.

- Hey, I need you to step out of the car.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on. Step out the car.

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

Mm-hmm.

What's up in here?

- Ah. - Let's go.

- Well, what do we have here?

- Put your hands behind your back, man.

Hands behind your back.

Let's go. - Officers--

- Yeah. - You're making a mistake, man.

You don't want me.

I'm small time.

I can give you somebody big, though.

- Man, we ain't got time for all that shit.

Let's go. - Shut your ass up.

Get in the car. - In the car, let's go.

- I got names, man.

- Shit.

The hell is going on?

- What the hell is going on, Deb?

- I don't know. They was on me in there.

Shit.

- You can come out now.

- Marvin?

- Damn, look, they got a drug task force

looking for a pregnant woman.

They know who you are.

- You gonna to take me to jail?

I should, OK?

I could lose my job.

Marvin, please.

I can't go to jail.

I cannot go to jail.

OK, look, I need you to listen to me, OK?

Leave the drugs.

Get your ass on another plane.

Go back to wherever you came from, please.

- Everything.

- Just leave it.

All right.

Deb.

Next time, I will arrest you.

That's a promise.

- So now, I'm dealing with all of this,

and this cat shows up.

- What's up, Deb?

- You cannot be serious. Where you been?

- Why don't we go inside and talk about it?

- Where you been?

I haven't seen or heard from you in weeks.

- Yeah, it took a little longer than I thought.

That's my bad.

- It took a little longer than you thought.

More importantly, I gave you that brick.

Where's my money?

Look, where I'm from,

you don't call the connect until you're ready to re-up.

The money's right here.

Go ahead and count it. It's all there.

- 14K?

- Nah.

17K.

Yeah, that shit you gave me cooked up real nice,

so I threw in a little extra.

Hey, I really do appreciate what you did for me.

- I really felt like you played yourself.

I--I didn't know what to think when I didn't hear from you.

- Play myself? Nuh-uh, never that.

I'm about my business.

But you know what, more importantly,

I've been thinking, um,

you know, maybe it's--

maybe it's time we talk about something

a little more personal.

- Like what?

- Like I'm feeling you.

If I'm being honest,

I've been feeling you for a while, Deb.

- I'm feeling you too.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Wait.

- It's OK.

I'm sorry, I won't do that.

Look, I only want you if you want me.

- I want you.

My last experience, it wasn't that great.

In fact,

it was horrible.

- That's messed up.

I'm sorry.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

I'm sure.

I wasn't much for relationships.

But somehow, me and Oakland had taken it there.

But every time I think I'm about to get some happiness,

bad news has a way of coming around.

Uncle Ben, what you doing here?

- I got something to tell you, Deb.

Your father's dead.

- What are you talking about?

What do you mean, my father's dead?

- Well, I found him in North Carolina a few days ago.

Don't have all the details, but, uh,

he's gone.

I'm sorry, Deb.

- I--

I wasn't expecting to hear

nothing like this.

I'm dealing with so much right now.

Fuck!

Shit.

- Adieu.

- Uncle James.

- I miss you already, baby.

You rest in peace.

- Deb...

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Look, I know this ain't a good time, but can we talk?

- It ain't gonna never be the right time.

I don't talk to snitches.

- Good. 'Cause I ain't no snitch.

- You think I'm stupid, Vernon?

I know you and Mikey tried to set me up.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait. Who tried to set you up?

- Yeah, right.

Tell Mikey...

when I see him, it's on.

And find another connect too, 'cause this shit is over.

- Wait, hold up. What, you cutting us off?

- I don't play cops games.

You think I play with the police?

- Look, this ain't right, Deb.

Look, I ain't no snitch.

And if Mikey a snitch, he a dead man.

Believe that. - Hey, yo, my man.

It's a funeral.

All right? Let's have some respect.

All right. My bad.

Bye, Deb.

- I can't believe that motherfucker

had the audacity to show up here.

- Yeah, I don't know.

He might be telling the truth.

Think about it.

If he did rat you out, he'd have to have

a huge set of balls to show up here alone.

- Maybe.

Well, Mikey ass ain't here.

Probably somewhere eating cheese right now.

Rat-ass bitch.

I'm gonna go check on my mother.

- Mom.

How you doing?

- You see where this drug game leads to, right?

- With my dad gone,

I knew everything was gonna change,

but I didn't realize how much.

- Hey, what's up?

How are you?

- Mm.

- You ain't tell nobody you was coming here, right?

- No, I did not. - All right.

- What's wrong?

- Me and Vernon fell out.

He was trying to set up Deb with the cops.

And when I told him, I ain't gonna let you

fuck my cousin over like that, he tried to have me killed.

- What? - Yeah.

I also found out he's the one that stole that key.

- No. - Yeah.

He caught you slipping when you wasn't looking.

He been playing us this whole time.

I just can't sit back

and let him play dead like that no more.

- Yeah, it all makes sense now.

Mikey, we got to tell Deb.

- She ain't gonna believe nothing we have to say.

- Why? It's the truth, right?

- Yeah, it's the truth, but Vernon gonna

flip that truth, OK?

She's not gonna believe anything we have to tell her.

- Yeah. You're right.

She's not even talking to me right now.

- Hey, listen here.

Um, I'm about to leave.

I'm going down south.

I'ma take this shit down there, triple the price.

By this time next year, I'm the king.

I just need you to be there with me, you know, by my side.

- Stop playing, Mikey. You know I like you.

- I like you too. What do you mean, playing?

If I was playing, would I have done this?

- Done what? - This.

- What is that? - What is it?

You tell me. You see it.

- I like it. It's cute.

- Cute?

- I mean, I'll try it on. Fine.

- It fits.

- OK, fine. When do we leave?

- As soon as possible.

- I mean that.

- Yeah, Uncle Ben was right, though.

I really enjoyed myself going away for a bit,

getting away from everybody and everything, you know.

- Yeah, ATL was good.

- Yeah.

I had fun too.

I, um...

I had a talk with God on our way back.

- Damn.

All right, so what did God tell you?

- That he saved me for a reason.

And it made me realize that I should be doing

something else with my time, other than just selling drugs.

- Yeah.

- And I also had a talk with Uncle Ben.

And he was saying that I should go legit,

start a business and do something else with my life.

And I think he's right.

- Yeah, no, I do too.

I mean, I definitely feel where you're coming from.

I'm serious--to be honest,

I mean, I don't want to do this shit

for the rest of my life either.

You can do anything you put your mind to.

Whatever you choose, hey,

I want you to know I got your back.

- Thank you.

And I know that.

That's why I love you.

- I love you too.

- Wait, somebody's at the door.

- I don't hear nothing. - No, for real, wait.

- I think somebody's at the door. - All right.

Don't be mad at me 'cause I ain't got them

supersonic ears like you do.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Is Deb here?

- Yeah. Hey, Deb, it's for you.

- For me?

- Yeah.

- All right, give me a second.

What are you doing here?

And where have you been?

- It's a long story.

- I ain't see Pam in so long,

I was confused whether I wanted to give her a hug

or curse her ass out.

Come on.

- You know, you got you a good man.

- Yeah, I know.

He teaching me restraint.

If it wasn't for him, I would have whooped your ass

a long time ago.

- Yeah, I know I fucked up.

- Yeah, you did. I fucked up too.

And I almost went to jail giving Mikey

the benefit of the doubt.

- I'm sorry about that, Deb.

But you know, about Mikey,

we really need to talk about him.

- Ain't nothing to talk about.

Pam, it ain't nothing to talk about.

He played us!

I don't want to hear about Mikey.

I don't care if you fucking him.

I don't care about none of that!

You knew he was here?

- He just wants to talk.

He just wants to hash things out.

- What--what's up, Mikey?

- What's up, Deb? I know shit looking crazy.

I just need to holla at you for a second.

- It ain't nothing to talk about.

I know you set me up,

and we're supposed to be family!

- We always gonna be family.

That's why I'm here, talking to you in front of your face.

This is all a big misunderstanding.

Ask Pam. - I ain't asking Pam shit.

The only misunderstanding

is you standing in my face right now.

- I know this shit look real bad, trust me.

But it ain't what you think it is.

It's not it.

- Then what is it?

Get the fuck out of here!

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Deb, Deb, Deb, no, talk to me.

Help! Help!

Deb, talk to me. Deb, Deb.

I got you, I got you. Deb, talk to me.

Talk to me. Breathe, Deb.

- What happened?

- Baby, you got shot.

But you strong, all right? You a fighter.

You made it.

- Last thing I remember,

I was talking to Pam,

and Mikey bitch ass showed up,

and all hell broke loose.

Who shot me?

- Where's Pam?

- Deb, Deb, Deb, Deb.

Help!

- Donna, where the fuck is Pam?

- She ain't make it.

- The fuck you mean, she ain't make it?

Hello?

You are a very lucky woman.

You know, you died twice on the operation table.

But we were able to bring you back,

and you're gonna make a full recovery.

And the best news is,

your baby is gonna be just fine.

- What baby?

- You're seven weeks pregnant, Ms. Antney.

So the baby's gonna be just fine,

but what I'ma need you to do

is take it easy for a while, OK?

- Deb, you didn't know?

- I had no idea.

Baby?

Me? A mother?

- I'll be back to check on you later, OK?

- If I was gonna be a mother,

I needed to make some serious changes.

- Hey, it's gonna be OK, all right?

We're gonna figure this out.

All right? You and me.

Baby, I got you.

- Wait, no. Wait.

Are they talking about the U.S. going to war?

- That's right, international address today.

President George H.W. Bush declared a war on drugs,

stating that crack cocaine has turned U.S. cities

into battle zones.

The administration has plans to allocate $45 million

to law enforcement to target drug dealers

in an effort to clean up the streets.

- Deb, what are we gonna do?

- We ain't gonna do nothing.

Pam is dead.

I'm shot.

Pregnant.

They putting 45 million...

To cleaning up the streets--

we ain't gonna make it out of that.

We got to do something different.

We ain't gonna be broke.

- No, but you're right,

'cause we can't keep living like this.

Not with a baby on the way.

- I'm with you, Deb.

Whatever we need to do, I'm in.

- We gonna figure it out. All right?

We gonna figure it out together.

As a family.

- All right, that was very good.

Would you--hey, do me a favor.

Give me a minute, huh?

Get him some coffee.

Hang around, though, all right?

Bella Debra, huh?

Here, sit, sit.

- Uncle Ben, I came to say goodbye.

I'm getting out of the game for good.

I got a baby on the way, for God's sake.

- Yeah? Where are you headed?

- Georgia.

I was thinking I could get a fresh start,

go where nobody knows me.

Nothing about this.

- Georgia, huh?

That's a good choice.

You had a good run, a very good run.

You know, I always told you,

you were a natural-born leader, huh?

Tough, smart.

- You know...

seeing my father in that casket,

it made me realize that most people,

they wait too late to get out.

You either end up in jail, dead,

or the streets eat 'em alive.

- Yeah.

But you're going out on your own terms,

your own choice.

That I am proud of.

I'm--I'm proud of you, and--

and your father, he--

yeah.

Aspetta. Wait.

I got something for you.

Here.

- What's this for?

- It's a gift for the baby.

Come on.

Thank you.

I'm gonna have to get up.

I'm so fat.

Bella Debra.

- Thank you, Uncle Ben.

For real.

Go ahead. Get out of here.

- I'll see you around.

Sorry. - Everything good?

- Oh, everything is great.

- Let's get up out of here.

- ♪ Jason Aro, put the record out ♪

- Black mecca, here we come!

All I know, James Baldwin once said,

"Not everything that is faced can be changed,

but nothing can be changed until it is faced."

- Welcome back to "Celebrity Vibes."

And I got to say, this has been

one of the most fascinating interviews

on this show, and quite an amazing story.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Thank you.

There's so much more to be told.

- Well, I hope you come back here and tell it.

- No doubt.

You know what they say.

You save the best for last.

- ♪ It's the boss ♪

♪ Fly, sophisticated ♪

♪ Classy, gangsta ♪

♪ Icka-icka, it's the boss ♪

♪ Fly, sophisticated ♪

♪ Classy, and nobody gonna get us now ♪

♪ I'm the boss ♪

♪ Fly, sophisticated ♪

♪ Classy, gangsta

♪ Uh, they like Lil Debbie, bossed up ♪

♪ First lady of the boys club ♪

♪ Only gangstas indoors, sus

♪ Even if you family

♪ You ever go against the family ♪

♪ You gon' end up crossed up ♪

♪ Is you drunk, this ain't no beer pub ♪

♪ German shepherds and rottweilers ♪

♪ And K-9s that squeeze you with a bear hug ♪

♪ It's them all pushing big drugs ♪

♪ You missing work, catching big slugs ♪

♪ I'm moving militant ♪

♪ Still got my ears to the streets ♪

♪ And my hands up ♪

♪ Classy, I'm never backing down ♪

♪ It's the boss ♪

♪ Fly, sophisticated ♪

♪ Classy, gangsta ♪

♪ Icka-icka, it's the boss ♪

♪ Fly, sophisticated ♪

♪ Classy, and nobody gonna get us now ♪

♪ I'm the boss ♪

♪ Fly, sophisticated ♪

♪ Classy, gangsta