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(static crackling)

(rap music)

? Loyalty ain't the same ?

? Nah ?

? Born in the dark ?

? Ain't no silver spoon ?

? Nah ?

? East Oakland nights where the wolves come soon ?

? Mama on the pipe pops locked in a tomb ?

? Damn, so we learned real quick gotta hustle or lose ?

? Facts, got his first pack ran plays on the low ?

? Log, OG show love but the price was a tow ?

? Facts, blood in the water ?

? Sharks in control ?

? So he stacked every dollar, put ice on his soul ?

? Frozen ?

? Shaka got money no time ?

? All these clowns get to climb ?

? Keep my mind on the paper can't be broke ?

? Love being real so my heart stayed close ?

(gentle piano music)

- What you mean you took care of it, P?

(brooding music)

- (sighs) I gave him $500 for food and gas.

I let him borrow the car.

- You did what?

Freddy, we ain't got $500 to be giving away.

What if Darnell wrecked the car?

- Please, sis, don't come down on me about every damn thing.

- (scoffs) Okay.

So let me get this straight.

We could barely keep the lights on here.

Yo, girls out there preparing the coup.

Hm?

We got our bottom bitch missing with five kilos of coke.

We owe Black $100,000

and if we don't get that shit to him,

he gonna remove every trace of our existence.

But you, you somehow found a way to pay for Darnell

to go to fucking Space Camp.

(sighs) Fuck.

- Yeah, you put it that way, it does sound crazy, huh?

- So what happens next, huh?

How long we gotta babysit Darnell and his little sister?

- I don't know, sis, just let me figure out.

Let me think.

- Think?

That's what you're not doing, Freddy.

You don't think.

All these impulsive, ego-driven ass decisions,

they don't just affect you.

They hurt me too.

- It's an investment.

- In dumb ass Darnell.

You tripping, P.

(door clicks) (gentle music)

- Welcome.

Come right in.

Welcome, welcome, welcome.

And you must be Darnell Freeman.

- Yeah.

You know me?

- Of course.

When I started two years ago,

I made it my goal to make sure that the program

accepted more minorities every year.

Regardless of their qualifications.

- Where's the other, um...

- Blacks. - Yeah.

Believe it or not, you are the only minority

to submit an essay this year.

- Wow.

Man, Mr. Williams, all I've ever wanted

since I was growing up was to be an astronaut.

Thanks for the hookup.

- Mr. Freeman, when you submitted

your essay through your school,

you do know that they sent over your grades, GPA,

or other pertinent information.

- Yeah that's why I was surprised that I won.

- Again, Mr, Mr. Freeman, you didn't win anything.

You were selected on the premise of inclusion.

- The what of what?

- Premise of inclusion.

- What's that?

- Nevermind, Mr. Freeman, you're here. (chuckles)

Go ahead.

Everyone find a seat.

Good morning.

My name is Trevor Williams.

- [Group] Good morning, Mr. Williams.

- All right, future astronauts,

let's just start with some simple astronaut trivia.

How many astronauts have there been

since the creation of NASA?

Okay, you.

- Well, since we can't have an exact number

because it changes daily, about 350.

- I know that.

- Give or take a few, but you are correct.

Next question.

What is the average annual salary of an astronaut?

- Well, a GS-11 can make up to around $60,000 per year,

up to a G14, which can make $160,000 per year.

- Man, I know some boys on the block

that can make that in a couple weeks.

(group laughing)

- Yeah, so you you're not gonna get rich flying into space.

I have one.

How many black astronauts have there been?

Let's go with you.

- 18. - Correct.

I see that some of us are selective with our NASA history.

Yes, Mr. Freeman.

- I'm looking around, but you keep calling

on everybody else, but me.

What's up with that, my brother?

- My brother? - Yeah.

You scared I'm gonna embarrass us?

- Embarrass us.

You'll get your turn, Mr. Freeman.

- Man, look, all I know is I got here

just like everybody else.

I want everybody to know I belong here.

- Okay, Mr. Freeman, there are 350 astronauts, 18 are black.

What percentage is that?

(group chuckles)

Why is everyone laughing?

- Why would you ask him a second grade question?

- It is a second grade question, I agree.

But since Mr. Freeman here insists

that he belongs here, he should be able to answer

that second grade question for us.

- What's that got anything to do with

being an astronaut anyway?

- Because Mr. Freeman, mathematics, engineering, science,

technology, is the basis for being an astronaut.

Here's what I think you can answer, Mr. Freeman.

What height can't you exceed to be an astronaut?

- 5'11" inches.

- How many centimeters is that, Mr. Freeman?

- 118 centimeters.

(Mr. Williams sighs)

- How many black female astronauts

have there been, Mr. Freeman?

- Five.

- And what percentage is that of 18, Mr. Freeman?

- Uh.

- Go ahead, anyone. - 28%.

- (sighs) What is celerity, Mr. Freeman?

- Another word for velocity,

which is the swiftness of movement.

- Mr. Freeman, don't think

because you looked up some Google facts

that that qualifies you to be in the room.

You were invited here with the hope

that when you leave here,

you'd be inspired to do something constructive

with your life.

But never, and I mean never,

underestimate the struggle it took for me to be here

and for the 18 others before me.

There is no hookup to NASA, my brother.

(Darnell sighs)

So Mr. Freeman, back to that second grade question.

What percentage of black astronauts make it?

(insects chirping)

(Darnell sighing)

(Darnell sniffles) (melancholic music)

- I tried, Captain.

You know my whole life, people been telling me

what I guess you could call the truth.

But the kid don't know that they dreaming

when they aren't dreaming.

The kid don't know they're dreaming.

How can I be smart?

What is God?

God ain't getting me.

(Darnell sniffles)

Sorry, Andre.

People are so fucking mean.

You can't trust any of 'em.

It's like when one fucks you over,

there's just another one standing there in line waiting.

(Darnell crying)

God. (crying)

I guess I'm, I'm here to say

it's time for me to wake up to the nightmare now.

That's, that's what life really is, right?

(Darnell sighs)

I'm so sorry I let you down.

I love you, Andre.

(Darnell sighs)

(Darnell exhaling)

Signing off, Captain.

(Darnell crying)

(brooding music)

(shovel thuds) (Eric grunting)

- Oh.

(phone ringing)

Hello. - Hey, baby.

How are you?

(woman groaning)

- Fuck.

Oh, good.

- [Mom] What's going on?

You sound disturbed.

(shovel thudding) (Eric grunting)

Eric, Eric.

- It's bad, mama.

(shovel thudding) (Eric grunting)

- [Mom] What's bad, sweetie?

Eric, you're scaring me.

- No. I'm fine.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

- [Mom] Did you relapse again?

(nose sniffing) (Eric laughing)

- No!

I did not relapse.

- [Mom] Okay, calm down, baby.

Tell me what happened.

- I'm not gonna tell on me.

(shovel thuds)

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm just, I gotta wait for the weekend.

I just, sorry just wanted, uh,

I wanted to touch base and tell you I love you.

- [Mom] I love you too, Eric.

Are you sure everything's okay?

(Eric laughs) (woman whimpering)

- Fuck, fuck!

(shovel thuds) (Eric grunts)

Yeah.

- Okay. - Everything's fine, Mama.

I love you. - I love you too, baby.

(liquid splashing)

(spoon clanging)

(gentle music)

- Hmm.

Any word yet? - Nothing.

- Could you excuse us for a minute?

- Oh, yeah, sure.

I like your hair.

- Thanks.

- We need to leave.

- Okay, and go where?

- Anywhere.

Somewhere black can't find us.

- Mars?

How we gonna get there?

You got a spaceship too?

- We ain't got time to be joking, sis.

What about Alaska?

- Okay, so you think you, Mr. Peacock,

can roll into a small town in Alaska

with a gaggle of hos over his shoulder,

and ain't nobody gonna know this.

- I'm not going out that easy.

- Okay, what about my accounting business?

- It was a front to watch the money anyway,

we'll start over.

- As soon as I register the business name, he gonna find us.

- Put the business in somebody else's name.

- (scoffs) Okay, you thought this through.

What's next?

- How much money do we have? - 10,000.

- All right, with that and these bitches

that's enough for us to start somewhere else.

(ominous music)

- Okay, look, I, I hate to foil your little plan,

but did you ever think that one

of these hos might go rogue, huh?

Come back here, rat you out, and then Black find us.

- I'm leaving, sis.

You with me or not?

- Just tell me when.

- I love you. - I love you.

- How you holding up, Nyla?

- Oh, I'm fine.

Everybody here looks so happy.

Are you gonna bring my brother in on the work?

- That's up to him.

You guys in a bad situation and we go way back.

- Do you think that maybe one day?

- No, no, Nyla.

- You don't even know what I was gonna say.

- I can tell by the look in your eye.

Every girl walks in here has that same look.

You need to keep your head in those books.

This shit ain't what it looks like.

- What's this for? - Lunch money.

If you need anything else, you let one of these girls know.

- Thanks.

- Meeting in one hour.

- So, when do you start?

- Start what?

- Work?

I mean, that's why you're here, right?

- Yeah, of course.

Of course it's why I'm here.

I'm new.

I don't know a lot yet.

- Hmm.

Well, you're in good hands.

That's what future bottom bitches do.

(tongue clicks)

(upbeat hip hop music) (both panting)

(Terrell panting)

- Look you about to catch a heart attack.

Don't die on me, Terrell.

I still gotta make my movie.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, that was good.

Oh.

- Shit.

It's Flossy.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Don't, don't answer it.

- I, I better, okay?

He's been really, really jumpy lately.

Hello.

I'm, I'm with my mom at the hospital.

She, she got sick.

I'm, I'm sorry, Flossy.

Dammit, fuck, I gotta go.

I'm getting real sick of Flossy and his shit.

- Shante, just, just walk away from him.

- Oh, that's the plan, ain't it?

Just wait for me.

(Terrell panting)

That was fun.

- Yeah.

Oh, my God. (panting)

- Okay, thanks.

Okay.

(door clicks)

- Am I interrupting something?

- Oh, no, it's just a friend's daughter.

I was talking to her.

- But I thought-

- I, I've got some business to take care of, okay?

We'll, we'll talk later.

Okay?

(man singing softly)

- What was that all about?

- Oh, it was just a, a friend's daughter.

She's having a rough time lately,

and, and she stopped by to see if I had any work for her.

So what brings you in?

- I thought it would surprise you.

I missed you.

I, I wanted to see you.

- Tell you what.

How about we do dinner later?

- I, I'd be up for that.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Yeah.

Hey, follow me over here.

(man singing softly)

(safe clicks)

- Ah, Jesus, Terrell, that's a lot of money.

- Tell you what.

- Ah.

- Why don't you take this and go buy yourself something

really nice for dinner tonight, okay?

And then buy yourself something really sexy

for underneath that for later.

- I, I didn't know you had it like that. (chuckles)

- I'll see you in a few hours.

- I'll see you in a couple hours.

(man singing softly)

- We have a bit of a problem, Darnell.

You're failing again,

and due to policy, you can't spend another year here

at the high school because of your age.

- So how am I supposed to graduate?

- I mean, have you ever thought about a GED?

- What?

No.

What am I supposed to do with a GED?

- Get a job, like most people do.

- Doing what?

- You could do hospitality, construction, landscaping.

I mean, there's no reason you can't earn a living.

(tongue clicking)

- You mean earn a struggle?

It sound like a lot of hard labor to me.

- There is nothing wrong with the day of hard labor.

- I saw my dad work and honest day's living

and when he died, we were poor.

My mom tried to do the same thing

and she couldn't even put food on the table.

We had to go to welfare and Section 8.

(Darnell sighs)

I mean, I even tried working it.

I still ended up on the streets.

- Darnell, if you're not gonna do a honest day work,

what are you going to do then?

- Thanks for help.

(ominous music)

- (scoffs) What'd you do that for?

- That's why your ass can't make no money.

You fat.

Cut out all these motherfucking muffins.

- [Reporter] News alert.

This morning, police are looking

for a doctor and male nurse that have been reported missing.

Reports say they called into work

and the doctor even reached out to his mother

and she said he sounded distraught.

Their whereabouts are unknown.

- Girls, girls, come quick.

- What's wrong?

What? - Shut the fuck up.

- What?

No. - But that's.

- Oh my.

Do y'all think she said- - What is going on?

- Shut up. - Isn't that Dr. Harry?

- [Flossy] Shut the fuck up.

- [Reporter] The doctor and the nurse have not been seen

for almost 10 days, even though they have been heard from.

HR says the doctor called in

and said they would have a little rest and relaxation.

After that, the last time they were heard from Dr. Harry

sounded distressed when speaking to his mother.

If anyone has any updates on their whereabouts,

please call your local police station.

We'll continue to follow up on this investigation.

- Meeting in five minutes.

This shit's getting out of hand.

- Shit.

You tell me.

(group chattering)

- Best experience of my life.

(brooding music)

(Darnell sniffing)

I'm done with that astronaut shit.

I'm done with that too.

I don't know, man.

I'll figure it out.

Hey I gotta go. (sniffles)

I'll call you later.

(Darnell exhales)

Fuck.

- That's the last shot.

Where's Maria?

What are you keeping from us?

- We haven't seen her. - I'm sick of your, Oakland.

This is not a democracy.

I don't know where the fuck Maria is.

- We know you sent her to pick up a package with Dr. Harry.

- And you heard that from who?

What else you got to say, Brenda?

You don't think I want Maria here?

She's part of this family.

- Missing doctors, Maria, cocaine.

This is bad for business, Flossy.

- What did you just say?

- What you know about the, the missing doctor,

Maria, and cocaine?

You got some shit you need to share, Brenda,

you can share with everybody.

- All right.

I overheard Nutty talking to Trish on her cell phone.

- Bitch.

You know damn well she did not overhear me talking to Nutty.

She fucking nutty.

- What? - Yeah.

I'll handle it.

- Okay, now that's out.

Anyone else got something to say

that may lead me to what my coke is?

- I mean, aren't we gonna even acknowledge Maria's missing?

The news doesn't even know that.

It's your rule we don't fuck with drugs.

That's why we all followed you.

- Why would you send her for drugs anyway?

- Right.

- Mother, bitch, don't tell me how to run my business.

It was a simple pickup.

You hos not earning enough money

and we need to supplement our income.

I made a decision.

She was supposed to pick up the drugs and come right back.

- Maybe she used them.

- (scoffs) Used them?

Maria was using drugs?

- I, I- - I what?

I what?

- Shit. - Before you lie to me,

remember your brother.

- She told me not to tell you.

- Well, there you have it.

The good doctor and Maria done ran off of my drugs.

Anything else?

Any more fucking secrets?

Ladies, it's on y'all to make this shit right.

One of y'all fuck up, all y'all fuck up.

I can't protect y'all if you keeping secrets and shit.

(glass clangs)

What the?

I don't want this shit.

- Hmm.

All right, ladies.

Looks like we need to switch the game up tonight.

- Switch the game up.

What that mean?

- Well, we need to get some cash and we need it quickly.

So tonight, operation, gaslight.

- [Group] Gaslight.

- Trish. - Yeah, no, okay.

You act like you ain't never did that shit.

Everybody, okay, shut the fuck up.

Sit the fuck down.

- So we back to doing that shit.

And where's Nutty gonna be when these motherfuckers

are coming to break our neck?

I ain't seen her in a week.

- You always worry about the wrong shit.

Nutty is looking for Maria.

Anybody in here wanna end up like Maria?

- No.

- I didn't fucking think so.

Thank you, Candy.

Come here, Darnell.

Now Flossy got this young man to look after y'all.

Do not give him a hard time.

Okay, let's go.

(hands clap)

Get your ass up the stairs, Oakland.

- Trish.

I'm sorry.

- We're good.

Let me talk to you for a second.

(door creaking)

(door bangs)

- You know I would never do anything

to hurt you or Flossy, right?

Right? - Yeah.

I know you wouldn't. - Yeah.

- You know I just gotta keep face

in front of these girls.

Okay.

So what else can you tell me about Maria?

- I don't know anything, honestly.

- Which honest?

- (scoffs) What?

- Yeah, you, you knew Maria was using drugs, right?

- Yeah. - Hmm, okay.

Well, did you really overhear me

talking to Nutty on the phone or was that a lie?

- Nutty and I are really good friends.

She confided in me.

- How good are friends?

- Just really good friends, yeah.

- Hmm.

You fucking Nutty?

I ask you a question!

- No.

What? - See that was a lie.

- Oh fuck Trish. - Y'all don't know

where your lies end and where they begin-

- Trish. - But bitch,

I'm gonna find out.

Yeah.

Bitch, where's Maria?

(Brenda crying)

(foot thudding) (Brenda crying)

- I don't know. - Oh, you don't fucking know.

I don't know who the fuck you think you are

putting me and my brother's life in danger.

Bitch, but if something happens to you,

I will fucking kill you myself.

Bitch.

(Brenda crying)

- Oh, Trish, please no.

- Shut up.

Are you fucking Nutty?

(Brenda crying)

Answer me, bitch!

Yeah.

(Brenda coughs)

You better come up double tonight.

Give me one fucking reason,

I swear to God, I will kill you my motherfucking self.

(Brenda crying)

Bitch.

(Brenda crying continues)

(water splashing)

Clean yourself up.

(Brenda crying)

(door bangs)

(door clicks) (Brenda crying)

- That's the last draw.

I get checking but this is to far.

(Brenda crying)

- Who did this? - Okay, I'm about to go-

- Fucking, no, no.

You're only gonna make it worse.

Don't. - No, I should.

- Guys. - No.

- I said no. (crying)

- We need to figure out a way

to just get the fuck out of here.

- And then what?

Go somewhere and end up in a worse situation.

- You think it could be worse than this?

(Brenda panting)

- It's gonna be okay.

- Next time tell 'em not to give me somebody

without a fucked up face.

(door clicks) (traffic humming)

(door bangs)

- What is so important you got me here right now?

What happened?

Hey.

Is anything broke?

- No, don't think so.

- (sighs) It's too much even for Flossy.

- Oh, this wasn't Flossy.

This was Trish.

- I'm gonna kill that bitch.

- Let's, let's just run away together.

Let's start over.

- I ain't worried about me.

We both know what happened the last time you tried to run.

- Then what are we supposed to do?

- I'll talk to Trish.

- Talk?

Trish knows about us.

- How?

- She, she just, she kept asking me

were we sleeping together?

And I told her no.

I told her no.

But she just kept beating me

and beating me until I told her the truth.

Why is this so important to her?

- I'll handle that bitch, okay?

- Let's, let's just leave.

- Where are we going to run too, Brenda?

And do what when we get there?

Look at me.

They don't accept people like me in the world.

I'm supposed to get a job.

Receptionist, office job.

It's not me.

(Brenda crying)

Look, I'll talk to Trish, okay?

All right?

(Brenda crying)

(door clicks)

(Brenda crying)

- What's up?

Flossy's inside waiting on us.

You heard anything?

- Thought I was the one who chastised these bitches.

You stepping in my lane now.

- Okay, you know damn well that shit you doing

with Brenda is against the rules.

- Then talk to me.

You got a problem with what I'm doing, talk to me.

- What you gonna do?

You gonna leave her, huh?

- Man, maybe we'll both leave this bowl of shit.

- (scoffs) There you go with your feelings again.

Come on.

I see the way y'all looking at each other.

I saw y'all kissing.

I saw you coming out of her fucking hotel room.

I know when you in love with somebody, Nutty.

We were there, remember?

- So that's what this about.

As I recall, you was the one who left me.

- I said we needed a break.

Okay, I never said it was over.

You know I still got feelings for you.

- I'm letting you know now,

After that bullshit, I'm on my way out.

- Threats, people always threatened me.

I'ma tell you this.

You gonna be leaving by your self because I own Brenda.

She's my property.

(car door clicks)

(ominous music)

(Trish scoffs)

This ain't the movies.

I will get a shot off on your ass.

Flossy's waiting on us inside.

(car door clicks)

(car door bangs)

(group chattering)

- Where do you think they are?

- Shit, I don't know.

Asked every player in every hood, ain't nobody seen her.

Even ask all the local dealers

if she and the doc tried to cash in on it, but nothing.

- Damn, did, did you check the hospital?

- I've worn out my welcome there.

- Did you, did you check the house?

- Come on, man.

Now you know I know how to hunt a motherfucker down.

He ain't been nowhere.

I even went up to Ohio where his family from.

Talked to his mom.

She said he was distraught or some shit.

It's like they just disappeared off the face

of the fucking earth.

- The amount of money we spending looking for him,

it's costing me even more money.

- Shit, tell me about it.

- How we looking, sis?

- Not good.

We need to do something quick.

- What's next?

- I don't know, I don't know, just find him.

- Shit, that shit the only way.

(brooding music)

- What's on your mind?

- If my dad could see me now.

- Relax.

You'll be fine.

Just make sure these girls all right.

Make sure you collect from every transaction.

Make sure these girls don't get roughed up.

Oh, and don't be promising any bitches shit.

- I ain't got nothing to promise them.

- You got feelings, right?

It's all bitches want anyway.

Somebody to care about them.

- I cared about Shante.

She obviously wanted more than that.

- Hey, man, FYI.

Shante came into the game easy.

- What's that mean?

- You only lie to these bitches two times, Darnell.

Once when they in, you promise in the world.

- And the second time?

- When they're on their way out

and you haven't delivered it.

- Girls said they gaslighting tonight, what's that mean?

(Flossy laughs)

- All right, so check it.

The johns make a deal with the girl.

She never takes the money while they in the car.

So which means the guys are more

likely to walk in with their wallet.

These fools go into the room

with a her fucking shit load of money in their wallet.

- You know I need the money up front, right?

- Oh, yeah, well, I figured you did.

- Thank you. - She reveals she has

no money in her pocketbook to the john.

The whole time, you know,

he got his intentions on two things.

His wallet and that pussy right in front of him.

And before he stick his dick into heaven, she tells him-

- Why don't you go wash up first?

- All right, I'll be right back.

- Okay, yeah.

- Now he can't believe this shit is happening,

but she make him wash up.

And the wallet left behind.

Most of the time, john just got paid, a cashed check.

There's gonna be quite a bit of money in there,

but don't get greedy.

If john come out, 10 minutes later they bust a nut.

- That's it? - No.

That just a star of the gas light.

If you lucky, he'll walk out without checking his wallet.

- What about the ones that remember

to check their wallet before they leave?

- That's most of them.

I always count on the ones that know

how much money in their wallet.

That john immediately knows how much money he had.

And that's when the gaslighting start.

Look, she say-

- Why would I take your money

if I was going to keep some of it.

- So look, he started questioning himself.

He think he crazy.

She offers him her wallet.

- That's all I have is the money that you gave me.

- She offer everything in the room.

He look under the mattress, the lamp,

her clothes, shoes.

But the one place a never a nigga never look

is inside that Bible.

And he never knows she took the money.

He always thinks maybe I'm wrong.

Just enough to gaslight a motherfucker.

- Hmm, wow.

That's smart.

No, that's the game.

(brooding rap music)

? Yeah, yeah ?

? After I get it, I reinvest ?

? After I get it, I reinvest ?

? Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it ?

(suspenseful rap music)

? People want to talk and talk in reality ?

? You have not seen me in action ?

? You think the come up comes over night ?

? You ain't behind the scenes ?

? Trust me these things don't just happen ?

? No shade at Gerald but Gs don't come easy ?

? When you trying to eat up producing a rap ?

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