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The bass is money.

Sounds like somebody's barbecue
got shut down by the cops.

Fuck, no.

Wack.

Okay.

Yeah.

This is it, Tillery.

So how we looking, Mr. Kinsey?

Well, I used the Isky cam on the rebuild,

so don't start complaining now
that Edelbrock is stalling 'cause that...

that thump, that whoop-whoop,
it's just a little too deep on the idle.

It's all good, Mr. Kinsey.

I know you're gonna have
that thing sounding right.

- James.
- Hey, start it up.

All right.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna kill 'em on the show
when this thing done, man.

You're the best, Mr. Kinsey. For real.

Yeah, you got that right.

Damn, that shit fucked up.

Hey, Wanda,

I see you ready for the cars show.

I see you ready for the world
with that damn curl grease dripping.

No, I promise, Ms. Judy, you've
gotta stop competing with the sisters

at Victory Baptist,
or we'll never get started.

We can table it.

I'll let you deal with your niece.

Hey, dear.

Hey, Ms. Judy.

All right.

I swear, there'll be peace in
the streets before there's peace

between Victory Baptist and
those mean old stormtroopers, girl.

You're here for your cousin?

And some biscuits and homemade
jam if there's any left.

Lamar.

He wants to play you his new tracks.
That's what he wants me to call 'em now.

Can y'all stop?

I mean, he's 19, and he's a grown man,

but please, Wanda, do not
encourage the rap dreams.

I mean, that damn music bug.

It's not your fault.

- That boy's first words were Quincy Jones.
- Yeah.

James Sr. Gave it to his
mother, who gave it to James.

I just hope Lamar's got
more sense than you did.

I'll beat his ass.

My bad, Mama G.

Hey, Wanda, guess who bringing me
and Big Daddy a Chevy to work on later.

Who?

Leon.

You better not, punk.

I'm serious, James.

Last thing I need is some
grown man standing over

an engine block or whatever,
gossiping about us getting back together.

Well, y'all make up and break
up more than Tom and Jerry.

- Can you blame him?
- It's for real this time.

Lamar, your cousin's waiting on you.

Now, James, do not change out those clothes
before you go to the recruiter, y'hear?

- Aight.
- Look sharp, right?

- You hear me?
- Yes, sir.

And I left that alternator out.

Blue mark five sitting back there.

All right, I got you.

Lamar, let's go!

- What's up, cuz?
- What's up?

Hey.

Heard you got some shit to play me.

I always got some shit to play you.

Pop that shit in.

But wait, I gotta pretend I don't like it.

Mama Gerty said that?

They mean the best.

Whole city's on fire right now.

Plus your brother is somebody,
so I get why they're overprotective.

No, they wanna shrink me into
nothing, plant me in that church band.

If you shrink, that's on you.

Let's hear it.

- A city-wide emergency...
- in Los Angeles for rock cocaine.

For the murders of over 100...

Over 40 uniformed officers
over the fatal...

539 gang-related murders...

friends after a short life
in a dangerous game...

Affecting the current murder rate.

Another seemingly random shooting.

Has been the site
of multiple drive-by shootings.

The jump in violent crimes.

Officers in the Rodney King beatings
were found not guilty on all counts.

Shooting that claimed over eight lives.

Man...

It's fucking good!

I don't know what to say
except it sounded like LA.

You've been saying
DG needs producers.

You think you could get this to him?

Negro...

I'm not a used car salesman.

I work in the music business.

This car shit is temporary.

Look, I heard your niece's demo,
and I've been making some moves

in the music biz with DG. You
probably know him from the car shows.

Wanda, are you serious?

Sorry, Mr. Preston.

Big Daddy's name
only go so far with me.

And she's back.

Close it.

Trinice...

Looking good.

Girl, get in your car.

I don't know, Wanda.

I promised Donny I'd wait
till he gets here first.

It costs you nothing to sit in it.

Touch up your lip gloss.

- What?
- Touch up your lip gloss.

Look at those lips hittin',
just like these ladies.

Okay, we got AC, low mileage
and the Alpine sound system.

Look, the previous owner left his tape.

It's gotta be a sign.

Imagine everyone's out cruising
the shore on a Saturday night,

and you pull up in this.

Top down, cake from Miko's,
hair whip, biker shorts.

You telling me every head won't turn?

Especially when you
pull up pumping this.

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

Fuck it.

I'm in.

All right.

You know, you really had me going, girl.

That's 'cause you know I'm right.

Okay.

Eleven grand.

Congrats.

Hell yeah, baby girl.

Hell yeah! We're gonna kill it
pulling up with something like this.

This is my girl, Wanda,
I've been telling you about.

Wanda.

Wanda.

Nah, we out.

- But...
- Let's go.

It's a great car.

She's a crackhead.
The car probably is busted as shit.

It's LA. The sweetness of sunshine.

Beaches, fine-ass women.

But you notice something more sinister
is lurking underneath the... the surface.

Like Five... Five-O coming
to funk with your hood.

Man, cuz, why every
conversation gotta be weird

with that retarded Mork from Ork shit?

Hey, come on, man.

What? Y'all don't think it's good?

Y'all keep pampering this boy, on crip.

He gonna starve in the wild.
We're raising him like a bitch.

Even James gave it up for this one.

Your brother don't know shit about
music. What he do know about is pow, pow!

Shut your ass up, Skip. You
ain't liked a new song since 1973.

Fuck y'all.

Arsene, can you check and see if
that Five Sharps from Sweden came in?

- The 78?
- Yeah.

Damn, it's 3:00 already?

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You'll be fine. Beaumont House
doesn't let out until 3:15.

Just do not get on the 108.

Seriously, the city is hot right now.

Take the 40 West.

It's gonna cost you a couple of hours,

but you will avoid those tower
Crips from Leimert High.

"I don't bang" ain't gon' work right now.

I know, I know.

Sit at the front of the bus.

You okay, sweetheart?

I'm-I'm fine.

Come on, man.
What you want me to do?

Hey. Hey, homie.

Where you from?

What you looking around for, homie?

Oh, you heard us, cuz. Where you from?

- Hey, hey.
- - Dude, them fools right there.

Hey, you little nigga.

- Oh, shit!
- - What the hell was that?

Hell, no!

Smoke him!

All right. Come on, come on. Go, go!

Hey, homie.

You in the front.

I know you hear us.

I'm talking to you.

Where you from?

At this light, I'm gonna give
you a head start, all right?

Don't run! Let's get him! Let's get him!

Go!

Shit.

Man, fuck!

Where did he go, cuz?

You was crying?

Let's go, bro.

You know, if they would have hurt you,

we would have burnt
that whole block down, right?

You gotta tighten up more.

Like, that shit back there
cannot fucking happen.

What you gonna do
when I'm not around, cuz?

I-I've been thinking about that,

and I-I think that we have to
just ask Big Daddy for more time.

Nigga, I'm not you.

If I even asked to-to breathe
more air around here,

Big Daddy liable to kick me out.

Well, you can't try?
I've been doing everything.

I've been sending tapes
to labels, to managers.

I mean, Pastor Rodney, didn't he
say that my mission is ordained?

Shit, nigga. For 10%,

Pastor Rodney will tell you
you can fly, cuz.

Man, can y'all stop for once?

So-So what?
We can't do shit around here

but drink forties and wear
matching clothes to funerals?

You're not Wanda, nigga.

You ain't got no goddamn
business in the rap game.

So before Big Daddy go bad
on all three of us,

just join the band at First AME.

All right, just get some money
in your pocket.

All right? Man the fuck up.

Cuz.

I think your robot short-circuited.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, hey. Come here.

Aw.

Goddamn it, Wanda,
what the fuck are you doing?

I knocked first.

Besides, you're the one
who made me give back the key.

Yeah, you're fucking right,
because you moved out.

Only reason you ain't dead 'cause the
dogs wasn't barking when I came home.

Thank you, Bunchy. Thank you, Carter.

You gonna shoot me, Lee?

This shit ain't fucking funny, all
right? I almost popped your ass.

You sneaking up,
climbing through windows

and shit like back
when you was on that shit.

Breaking and entering
for a goddamn record?

For a goddamn sample.

But if you had a drop of creativity,

you understand inspiration
hits when it hits.

But I guess if you knew that,
I'd still have the keys, right?

Here you go with that shit.

Look, I'm sorry.

I gotta wake up early to go
to the legal clinic, so...

You wanna stay?

I don't think that's a good idea, Leon.

I wouldn't be doing my job if
I didn't bring these things up.

I absolutely did not say
let me leave the meeting.

What I said was,

"This place is in trouble, all
of their bands are crashing,

be careful with Jenny."
That's what I said.

Oh. Well, is that 'cause she's
white or 'cause you wanna fuck her?

That's funny. You're mean when
you don't need me to pay off a judge.

Oh.

Look, this bitch set up this meeting
'cause she needs to bust a move.

Come on!

Okay.

This is what crosses over,
clubs, radio, MTV, all that.

I'm telling you, Jenny.

Feels familiar.

That's exactly the point.

Not the right one.

Listen, Macroscope spent the
last decade playing it safe,

and this shit, it smells exactly the same.

It's all gimmick, no edge.

Which is why we should put
every chip we have into...

- Can you just, like, shut the fuck up...
- Fuck Seattle.

For five seconds? Please, man.

- And fuck grunge.
- Jesus Christ.

Jenny,

people still wanna dance, baby.

They also wanna feel something
fresh, something real, Darryl.

What about Artillery?

Wanda.

Who is this?

My intern.

How many times I gotta tell you,

that self-righteous Blood ain't
worth the fleas he's infested in?

Artillery rings a bell.

Refresh my memory.

He's a wild motherfucker.

He just dropped that song
called "Officer Blackman,"

about the cop who got killed
a few weeks ago.

That's right.

Guess we can call that artistic license?

Wait, wait, so what are you
saying? You ain't afraid of the optics?

What I'm saying is he's interesting.

Actually, he's exactly the kind of
edge we need to cut through this bullshit.

- Can you get him?
- I can close anybody, Jenny.

We'd have to feature him on
your label, under us, of course.

Oh.

You'd do that for me?

We take the heat.

Y'all get the money.

I think the smart play would be to give

my client a production deal
up-front, Ms. Favreau.

No way. No way do we
preemptively offer that to a rap act.

That rap act had white kids
coming down from Pasadena

to South Central just to see him perform.

That's what you're paying for.

Wanda.

Listen, Jenny, pimp me, pay me...

I'm good.

Bring me Artillery with a new song,

then we can talk about a production deal.

Make sure to bring this one too.

I know. You had everything
under control, and I panicked.

Next time, I'll watch and learn, promise.

Since you're so obsessed with him...

find out where Artillery
is going to be at tonight.

I'm gonna hook that uppity hobo.

Okay. Done.

There he is.

Mr. Cop Killer himself.

My boys are already
here, on point as usual.

As long as you keep that
sexy-ass mouth closed, we winning.

Then let me speak my piece right now.

DG, Artillery is not like you.

Smirk all you want,
but I know how to read men.

He is an artist.

Can we end this bullshit, please?

Look, man, I already
told you this, all right?

We already got a deal set up.

All we need is a demo now, my
nigga, then we could figure out

- whatever sound it is that you want, baby.
- - Hey!

Don't call me nigga, man.

Nigga man.

Nigga man, nigga man.

Nigger.

Nigga.

Man.

You hate me?

Your taste in music exposes you, Blood.

You a vulture.

Look, I-I cannot be your carcass, sir.

I'd rather die in my hood, get
picked apart by family cluckers

than you and

Bob Dole.

That's...

- Look, fellas...
- Shut the fuck up, Vance.

What's it gonna take
for me to make you rich?

Help me walk on water, nigga.

Eve is all of y'all's mama.

Everyone next to you would care,
including the people you fucked,

so all I'm asking is...

A lot of people you kill,
'cause they you too.

How did you even hear that?

I heard every song you ever
made, including those first demos.

Do I know you?

No.

I know what I felt when I first heard you.

It was the same as when I was getting
clean and God lifted me up out of my body.

I've seen it all, and you...

something special.

But the last Black man to walk
on water was nailed to a cross.

So let me help you find the
right music before that happens.

You got a week.

I had to do it.

I guess sleeping on the
couch is one hell of a motivator?

You know, when he was all up on you.

I ain't like that shit.

I know.

You really aren't coming in?

Not dressed like this.

You know, Big Daddy got his rules.

I ain't trying to be looking
like Ward Cleaver every day.

Besides, after two years
of these meetings,

hood ain't getting no better, so...

Lamar tell you he turned down
that seat with our band?

So you ain't taking the job at First AME?

What happened?

Stupid-ass bullshit, man.

Now, what was that all about?
Fuck, man.

Look, I can't enlist no more, all right?

I'm staying with Lamar.

We talked about this. That's
exactly what you gonna do.

You gonna enlist, and that
boy's gonna play for the church.

Well, Lamar turned down the job
at First AME.

He did what?

Boy, what did you do?

What did I do?

I didn't do shit, man.

Yo...

You can keep trying to blame me
for everything,

but you can't stop that little nigga from...

Don't you ever, ever use
that word about your brother.

He almost got himself killed
the other day by the 80s.

I'm the one who went and got him.

I'm the one who saved him, man.

What's your plan now?

Okay.

Back inside, all right?

Don't make a scene.

I'm good.

Wanda, let's just talk
about this tomorrow.

Look, I'm just asking for an open mind.

Macroscope's the real deal.
This could be huge for Lamar.

And you.

Come on, I mean,

sure, b-but we both know he wants this.

You understand everything that's
happening with these boys right now?

I got a tinderbox, and you keep
trying to sell me matches.

Sell you? I'm not walking around
here sneaking like the Hamburglar.

Look, Lamar's my family too, and I
ain't gonna let anything happen to him.

You are my other child, and
I'm telling you, Wanda, as family...

no.

Mama G,

is it me?

God gave this to me when
I was in Africa, this plan.

Then it'll happen.

Without Lamar.

Fuck!

Look, I say that to say people don't doubt
your dreams because of who you were.

All right? They doubt 'em
because dreams just ain't reality.

I ain't accepting
that blue-collar news, Lee.

We had to run to Africa
to get away from these streets,

and now you're climbing
through windows,

lying to your family,
trying to chase every D-Boy

who survived a dope game
into this music bullshit?

See? That's the shit that got
you cut in the first place.

I don't know why we broke up, anyway.

Africa changed us, Lee.

I found myself and...

you became more stubborn...
use that as a buffer.

Wanda, stop, all right?

I could see the road you're headed
down, and the shit is gonna end bad...

- Fuck you.
- All right?

See?

Nah, fuck you.
Quit your damn legal clinic

and give me the money so I could start

my music label like I asked
your ass before I joined DG.

Stop fucking playing with me.

Nah, you casually telling me
I can't do shit.

And fuck you for not wanting to do shit.

And fuck Big Daddy and Mama G
ass for snuffing that boy's dreams out

to protect him against
the shit you and Franklin

and the rest of these same
gangsters did to me and these streets.

I'm sorry, Lee,
but you want the truth, right?

I need to give up, right?

So if you want the truth, did I lie?

No, you're right.

We tore this whole shit up and
survived all the funerals, me and you.

Nobody else.

And now you're gonna walk Lamar
straight into that same buzz saw.

And when he get hurt, which he will,

what's that gonna do to you?

Look, I-I don't want this
between me and you, all right?

All this back and forth and
shit, us not being cohesive.

Let me take care of you until
you can figure out another w...

Hey, let's go get in the car.

Okay.

This whole fucking city
is gonna eat us alive.

Fuck.

James was fucking right.

There's too much decay on this 808.

I-I thought it was gonna go with
the synth, but it's just a fucking...

Lamar, why is your fine-ass
cousin standing outside the window?

Shit.

- What-What are you doing here?
- Shh.

Turn it back up so they don't hear me.

I need you to make a track
for me. Something special.

What?

Your ass took a job

- with Pastor Rodney?
- I had to for James.

Listen, Lamar, this
is one of those moments, man.

This isn't about James or Big
Daddy or Mama G. This is about you.

If you shrink, there's nobody to blame.

What do you want?

Shit ain't that simple, Wanda.

Do you know who this track is for?

No.

Who?

Artillery.

Artillery?

Oh, shit. Lamar, you gotta do it.

Are you... Are you serious?
You're being for real?

This is what I'm thinking.

Holy shit. Yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes.

Underrated baseline.

And it's hell a Black.

What if you looped the horns?

I love that.

If we loop these horns,
it gives the baseline time

- to cycle until it resets. Yeah.
- Right? Right?

The horns will keep it hip-hop
so the funk don't dominate

at the same time, Lamar,
at the same motherfucking time.

This is not New York City
brick building shit.

This is Hennessy and a card game, baby.

We got to bring Artillery
some real player shit.

One time, one time!

You better watch your back.
Five-O, Five-O.

Let's get him. Hey, yo.
Pump on the box. Get him!

You soft motherfuckers.

Got you down, motherfucker.

Wait, who's this?

You make songs
about killing one of my men?

I gotta hear about this garbage
at the memorial.

We got outside eyes coming.

Throw this motherfucker in the car.

He's going on a field trip.

Let it go.

It's just a song.

How do we look at our men
if we let this go?

Put him in my car.

I'll dump him in Tannerhood and
let the Crips deal with him.

If I'm gonna bring the
only family I got into this,

at least on this record.

Did you hear what I said?

Darryl,

deep down, more than you wanna
fuck me, you know I got vision.

Stop pretending that shit ain't real.
Make me a partner on this record.

I brought you Lamar.

My money, my name, my connects.

- I will burn this deal the fuck down.
- It's business, Wanda.

I can break you off,
but I can't make you... Girl!

- The fuck is you doing?
- Fuck you!

You done fucked up now!

My people are gonna fuck you up!

That was BY. Bad news.

Artillery's dead.

Hello?

Where the fuck you going?

Nowhere.

- I-I'll be right back.
- Hey, don't make me park your little ass.

Where you going?

Wanda... Wanda was on the phone.

She said Artillery ain't-ain't dead.

She said that, his family just said that

so that nobody would come to
the hospital to finish the job, but...

apparently he didn't get out
even an hour ago, so...

So what, nigga?

What, you think I'm finna let
you and your female cousin go

to a house full of Bloods after
they top trophy been shut?

At night?

Nigga, that's preposterous.

Sit your ass down.

Fuck you, James.

What?

I said fuck you.

So, it's... it's like that?

It's like that.

Yo, why is everything around here
pressure to be like everything around here?

You pressure too.

Bro, I'm trying to imagine my
music floating out of car windows,

and you're in my head shutting me down.

Our grandparents will damn near
have a stroke if I'm out past midnight.

And these... and these Jheri curl
clones, they think I'm a freak 'cause...

'cause I listen to Miriam Makeba.

Y'all don't get it. Why the fuck
can't anyone be special around here?

Okay.

Okay?

Yeah, man.

You know, I'm never going to
know what I could have been...

'cause I ain't never did no shit like this.

You know what I'm saying? Like, you...

Not-Not for what you believe in.

Cuz,

I ain't even know you had
this type of shit in you.

You gotta understand, though,
if you go down this road,

you're going to see a different
side of Big Daddy and Gert.

You know that, right?

I can't not do this.

Fuck.

Let's go, bro.

I like this. This feels good.

You motherfucker!

Got him.

- Hey, we ready.
- Hey, what's good, yo?

Let's get up in here.

Goddamn, I didn't even know
there's so many Bloods in LA.

Y'all wait here till I say.

Hey, Dara.

Sorry, he's too fucked up to
come out and now's a bad time, so...

Shit. All right. Just give 'em
the tape, and let's slide.

Can we... Just hold on.

Can we get, like, just two
minutes to play it for him?

The fuck are you doing?

I mean, you can, but if these fools start
trippin', I don't know what to tell you.

Just like two minutes, I swear.

Come hang by Tunk, so shit stay cool.

Stay next to me.

- Will you shut the fuck up already?
- No.

This fool. What's up, man?

Oh, you don't remember me now?

Nah, bro.

Tip-Toe, nigga.

- Oh, yeah. What's up, homie?
- Hey.

Hey, OG, this is that fool
that gave me a pass

that time I got caught slipping
in the gates.

I don't care about that bullshit.

The fuck you going?

Actually, I was, hoping
I could play it for Artillery.

Nah.

You, like, his manager, right?

- Sure.
- And his family too, right?

Ain't no moves with me, Wanda.

Now y'all need to go before shit pops off.

I don't give a fuck about no rap shit.
These motherfuckers shouldn't be here.

Matter of fact, where the fuck
you from, Blood?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey,
look... We ain't want none of that.

Hey, wait a sec. Key.

I don't give a fuck
about none of that shit.

I'll get on you right now, nigga.

What, nigga? Be cool, all right?

Nigga, you heard me.
The fuck you from?

Don't start with that shit.

- All right.
- Just calm down, nigga.

We gonna get you, nigga.
What was that?

What the fuck is he doing?

Shh.

- Turn that shit up.
- Hey, Blood.

Hey, big homie.

Hey, run that shit back.

Hey, yo heard.

Yeah, Blood.