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(thumping hip hop music)

‐ Yo, where are we right now?

‐ You really don't tell him shit, do you?

‐ No, I don't, 'cause he don't trust the process.

did Arya not trust the faceless man when she

was going through her training?

‐ What the fuck are you talking about, man?

Quit with all that Game of Thrones bullshit, man,

you grown.

‐ What you mean? Game of Thrones is a way of life.

Stop reading them romance novels, trying to be

a middle‐aged white woman.

Boy, you better get your mind right, dawg.

Winter is coming, fool. Let's go.

(gospel music)

You know my homeboy Big Mojo, right?

‐ Mojo? I don't know no nigga named Mojo.

‐ Man, he used to coach me, cook the tacos and shit.

You don't remember Big Mojo?

‐ Nah. Are we hanging with him or something today?

‐ Yes we are, man. Put this on.

(gospel music)

‐ Oh shit. Man, what the fuck?

(hip hop music)

(organ music)

Coulda at least told me we was coming to a funeral, bro.

‐ You know, maybe if you didn't dress like a fucking

middle school‐age Yute player all the fucking time

with your shorts and slides,

you wouldn't look so disrespectful, nigga.

You don't got no pants?

(blows out)

‐ Hey, come on man, I wanna show Moms his shirt.

‐ You told me it was real important

that I come with you today, bro.

What kind of lesson you teaching me, man?

‐ Man, this ain't even a lesson, dawg.

Just don't like coming to funerals by myself, I get too sad.

(sniffles)

‐ Ah! Barron. ‐ Mom.

‐ [Mother] God bless you, how are you, baby?

‐ How are you, Mom? My condolences.

‐ Thank you, thank you so much.

‐ B‐Dot, this is Big Mojo mom, Big Mojo mom,

this is my friend B‐Dot?

‐ How are you? God bless you.

Oh my goodness.

(laughs)

That's a very interesting picture of my baby.

How did you know him?

‐ Uh, I didn't.

‐ Man, come on, dawg. This lady is his mom.

‐ Of course, he was...black.

‐ Black, yeah.

‐ Yes.

‐ Just such a black, black, healthy black man.

‐ He loved black. ‐ Yes, yes.

‐ He loved the color black.

‐ Well, I'm glad you came. Thank you so much.

‐ Thanks for having me, sorry about your loss.

‐ Thank you, thank you. Alright.

‐ It's just one of the kids I mentor, you know.

(clapping)

‐ Really. Great job reminding her that her son was black.

That took a lot of guts.

‐ Yeah, that was kind of awkward.

‐ As fuck.

‐ Alright, well, you know how I don't like to talk

business at a funeral...

‐ But you're going to, so go ahead.

‐ But I mean, are you completely cold on that Ball Out idea?

‐ Okay, I love the idea, I think Ball Out's great.

I'm just cold on your ability to lead a company, that's all.

You fucked up, P‐Dot.

You burned your bridge with the only director, the only

director interested in your brand.

You tanked the Preacher Krall meeting

that I had set up for you.

And then, let's not forget, you got caught into

licking an insane woman's ass hole.

‐ I mean, at least now you know that I eat ass on the ‐

‐ You know what?

‐ Okay, now, but listen. All that shit was Baron.

You know everything was going good, and the preacher

called a meeting before I mentioned BD.

‐ I know, I was there.

Then why did you mention him at all?

‐ Because, that's my guy.

That's Baron. He's my mentor.

He's leveraging me, teaching me how to do this,

business this, business that, leverage this, process that.

‐ Okay, well you need to leverage,

business your ass together.

Focus on yourself for once.

You wanna be Diddy, right?

‐ You know I wanna be Diddy.

‐ Okay then, stop acting like Fonzworth fucking Bentley

and get your shit together.

(organ music)

‐ Hey, what up, cuz? Cuz's associates.

What's going on?

(taps tray)

For the family.

‐ Which family, Wopper? Which family is that, Wopper?

‐ I don't gotta say what the goddamn family is. It's family.

‐ Get out.

‐ Goddamn. Shit, cousin.

‐ Bye.

‐ [Wopper] Stop acting like you broke.

‐ Thank you all so much for being here today.

It really means the world to me, and I know that

my baby is looking down on us right now, smiling.

Baron Davis is here today and would like

to come up and say a few words to you. Baron?

‐ Big Mojo was my first mentor.

Mojo used to take us to the park and show us how

to hustle, buy candy, then go and sell it

for three or four dollars.

Think I was like eight, nine years old, he took me

to Venice Beach and we hustled some old white man,

and made about $200, $300, and some people will say

he taught us how to steal, you know what I mean?

Or he taught us how to run credit card scams, and

you know, take dead people's social security number

and run debt for their mortgages.

Ah, you know, he didn't teach us that, man.

What he taught us to invest in people,

and that's what I'm doing today.

This man right here is a pillar in our community,

and I just wanna open up the floor for people

to just share some of the love that I have for Big Mojo

and Mama Mojo, and the whole Mojo family.

‐ Fuck that, nigga, he owed me $300.

‐ Okay, brother, I like the passion and all that,

I wasn't quite saying we going in that direction.

‐ You know what? He stole my TV.

I'm glad he's dead.

‐ Big Mojo, he was real supportive going through my divorce.

‐ Come on, brother, come on.

‐ Then he immediately slept with my ex.

(crowd grumbles)

That nigga shoulda showed some restraint.

‐ Nobody liked Mojo anyway. Why you think

that's the only picture of him?

‐ You know what?

I hope the devil getting in his ghost ass right now,

in his ass.

‐ Whoa. Now that's disrespectful.

Because this man is like a father figure to me. Okay?

‐ Mojo was actually my father, and I'm the most glad

the motherfucker's dead.

‐ [Man in congregation] Fuck you, man.

‐ This is weird.

‐ Come on, guys, I'm struggling.

‐ [Man in congregation] Fuck you, Baron Davis!

‐ There's some good about this nigga.

(group arguing)

‐ Fuck Baron Davis. Fuck Mojo.

(shouting)

‐ Enough. Enough!

Y'all heckling like y'all holier than thou.

Y'all is just as shady as Big Mojo ass.

Ricky, everybody know you fucking Mike Mike's

new wife on the side.

You even eating the bones.

‐ Towan, I know your ass voted republican.

Niggarosa. Shame on you.

Tay‐Tay, everybody know your ass gay.

We all know you pitching and catching, but you in the game.

It's 2018, girlfriend. Just be gay!

‐ Shut up, LJ, alright, you only liked Mojo

'cause he was your dealer.

‐ I miss that nigger.

Look what you done did, Baron Davis.

Came down here, turned the 'hood against itself.

‐ Yeah, fuck you, Baron Davis.

‐ Just because you wanna do it one time don't make you gay,

and I'm not gay.

And fuck all this shit, man.

(crowd arguing)

‐ Um, hi. I would like to thank Baron Davis.

‐ You're welcome.

‐ This is all so cathartic, and I just feel

super great right now.

Anyone else? No?

‐ Who the fuck are you?

(mumbling)

(hostile arguing)

‐ Hey, excuse me.

Everybody, hey, just calm down.

Calm down. Every body just chill.

I'm Brandon. I really didn't know Big Mojo that well.

‐ So why do you have that shirt on, then?

‐ Well, because a friend asked me to wear it,

and sometimes that's what friendship is.

Sometimes, you have to do things that you don't want. Right?

Sacrifice, sacrificing yourself

for the sake of the relationship.

And I can understand that Big Mojo wasn't

that big on sacrificing.

‐ You damn right, he wasn't.

‐ I'm sorry, and that sucks.

I understand. Believe me.

(inspiring music)

But, at the end of the day, we're here to come together

as a whole, so instead of using this funeral to fan

the flames of your resentment towards this man,

let's try something else.

Let's move on.

Let's let him go.

Because sometimes moving on from friendships is

something you have to do, and I would like to just

leverage this opportunity.

‐ Leverage.

‐ And let's channel our energy into relationships

that help us.

Relationships that mean something to you.

Relationship that brings you happiness, joy, love.

And one day you will find that love that you have

for Big Mojo.

(applause)

(triumphant music)

‐ That's right, that's right.

That's exactly what we wanna do.

You know, I appreciate y'all applause,

and we appreciate y'all coming here man.

‐ Wait a minute, hold on, hold on, hold on.

This ain't even about you, dude.

It's about this man in his flip‐flops right here.

‐ Exactly, man.

(encouraging shouts)

‐ Great speech.

‐ Mom.

‐ That's it.

‐ I'll see you, Mom.

‐ God bless you.

‐ Hey dawg, come here a minute.

Got something for you, man.

It's important I do this over Big Mojo.

‐ What the hell is this?

‐ A Sacajawea golden dollar, man.

It's extremely rare. It's not valuable though.

‐ Then why the hell you give it to me?

‐ 'Cause you finished the process,

and you ready for me to invest in Ball Out.

Think about it mean, me and you together,

making the world smell like shit.

On Celebrity Pitch Tank.

Just like you imagined, Big Mojo.

Be proud of me, O. G.

Found us another soldier. For real.

And my work here is done.

(hip hop music)