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Previously on "The Breaks."

Fouray manufactures receipts
when he's on tour,

and he pockets the cash
when he's reimbursed.

You're gonna trust
this ho over your boy?

--you talking about?

I have this fantasy that
we would cut the album,

and it saves hip hop
from going pop.

Our audience is not interested
in the noise you call hip-hop.

Hey, Bernard, this the kid
I was telling you about.

Played that PE at WPPS.

Let me know if you're ever
really ready to talk.

Otherwise...

Hands against the car.

Wait--
What'd I do?

You can't arrest him!
Deevee!

Mr. Van Putten is my client.

You call fuckin' Juggy to get
our friend out of jail.

I'm supposed to just
let him sit in a cell

because you got
daddy issues?

So you the middle-man?

No, I negotiate

with the label
on behalf of the artist.

Thanks for
your time, huh?

Gonna start my own label.

Better come on, boy.

He might be snitching,
kid's gotta go.

How long am I supposed
to be in here?

You got somewhere to be?

Nah, I...

I mean, yeah,
I'd like to go home,

take a shower
and whatnot.

They got a shower
at the precinct.

Didn't you shower
over there?

Look, I--
I mean, nah--

nah, um, I--
they didn't let me.

What they let you do?
Nothing.

What'd you tell 'em?
Nothing.

You sure?

Yes, I'm--
I'm positive.

So we gonna work together.

Most definitely.

A'ight.

Let's work.

We should fight
more often.

Mm-hmm.

Oh-- what about in,
like, ten minutes?

Stop being so stupid.

Hey, should we try
Deevee again?

Where?
He's not at his dad's.

Oh, you don't think he went
back to Juggy's, do you?

Last thing I need is
my best friend

and my girlfriend hanging out
with Juggy all the time.

David,
it was an emergency.

I got it, I got it,
I'm-- look, I'm glad

that Deevee is
not in jail,

and I am glad
that Juggy was at home.

Me, too.
Good.

Can you come back
to bed now?

Stop, I gotta go.

You know if I'm on
the ground floor

of Barry's new label,
then I'm part of the foundation.

Yeah, but didn't you start,
like, yesterday?

Let him feel you out
and... just, like,

bring you along
at his own pace.

If I'd've done that,
I'd've never gotten the job

in the first place.

I hear congratulations
are in order.

You shouldn't have.

Little Mattie Taylor.

Head of black music.

From promo assistant
to big office with a view.

Not that I was ever
invited to the last one,

but--
Well, clearly you don't
wait for an invitation.

Well, I guess that's
the thing about foresight.

Where would we be
if we waited for
what we wanted?

So, black music.

That's not where I left it,
that's for sure.

But you got
a solid roster here, right?

You got Keith Sweat, Tay Six.

Don't forget Al B--
with that face and that voice,

women all over this country are
gonna be wet with anticipation.

Well, not every woman.

What brings you by, Juggy?

I heard you might be

adding the hip hop
to your repertoire.

My chairman says there's gold
in them-there hills.

But he said that
about disco too, so.

This might be different.

My son David,
he's crazy about it.

He thinks radio's gonna
catch on eventually.

What do you say you and me,
we get out in front of this?

Huh?

Kids, what do
they know, right?

I don't know.

You want me to work
some records for you?

Be just like
the old days,

you know, but this time,
you call all the shots.

That's really gracious
of you, Juggy.

Hmm.
Are you also going
to allow me to choose

which markets
I wanna push my acts in,

or do you still owe
Cap Reynolds a favor for Tulsa?

Oh, my, Mattie.

No one's supposed
to know about that.

Nobody does.

About Cap--

Never in
a million years.

You don't wanna
hear me out?

Juggy,
it was nice to see you.

You heard the man,
he likes this.

He's not even giving him
another song.

Well, Tommy Boy is
going to drop him

if he doesn't
deliver the song,

which means that
he won't be able

to finish the new album,
which means--

Okay, that means that
we take a different approach.

With D Rome?
With everybody,
with everything.

We let Tommy Boy
drop D Rome.

What?

We're gonna let
Tommy Boy drop D Rome.

and we're gonna sign him.
To what?

Fouray Records.

Barry, we don't have
the money for a label--

I didn't have the money
when I started this company.

You ever had a check
that bounced?
Actually--

I just need a way to show him
that we're all about D Rome.

You know, some way to show him
that he should believe in us.

Something that
Tommy Boy won't do,

something that
Gordy can't do,

so that motherfucker stop
putting shit in D Rome head.

The Ride concert.

It's tonight.
Keith Sweat is
the headliner.

Maybe we can get
Keith to let D Rome

spit his verses
on that song.

Live, in front of
thousands of screaming fans.

That's insane.
That's a great idea, yeah.

That's insane, that's exactly
why we need to do it.

That's perfect,
that's a perfect idea.

I love it, I love it,
I love it, Ms. Unreasonable.

That's great, very--

ahh-ahh-ahh,
where you going?
No, no-no-no.

I need you to chill out here
and work on that business plan

for the record label,
we need it perfect.

Barry--
Stop, I don't even
wanna hear it.

Come on, come on.

Hey, what's up, D?
What's happening, man?

King!

What up, man,
you making love

to some lucky woman
on-stage tonight? Huh?

Ha-ha, Fouray.
What's up, baby?

I know you ain't here
for a cut.

Ah, man, no-no-no-no,
come on, come on.

Stop, please,
I mean--
He's good.

Recognize me, man.

I ain't the one
with sharp objects.

Keith, I need to holler
at you for one second

about D Rome, though,
you got a hot second?

Your boy is hot.
He killed the remix.

That's what I'm saying,
so let's see if we can, like,

work it out he perform
with you tonight on the stage?

Hey, that's not
the blade you used last time.

Remember how you sculpted
right above my ear?

Do that again, baby,
come on now.

So, what's up?
What you think?

I mean, I guess so.
Is it cool with Bernard?

Bernard? I don't need
to talk to Bernard,

bring up the past,
for what?

He only really care that
you headlining his show

and not Sampson's show,
like, for what?

Listen, you take
Anita Baker on the stage,

Y'all do
"Make It Last Forever."

Do you need
Bernard's permission?

All right, baby,
you got it.

Hey, bring your man
side of stage.

I'll pass him the mic
before I'm done.

Aah! That's what's up.

We're out of
credentials.

Man, my name is my pass.

All right, hey,
I'll see you later, man.

I'mma go get D Rome,
you go get Josie

and meet me backstage.

Look, make sure
that he look right

and y'all are on time,
you got that?

I got it, Barry.
Good.

That'll give me some time
to-- to work Mattie Taylor.

Listen, Nikki,
good idea.

Very, very good idea,
I like that.

Oh, shit, Barry!

I need credentials.

Have you ever tried to do,
like, a... like, a hook?

What?

You know,
like, a hook,

like something that goes
in between everything

so it doesn't sound
like you just...

going on and on and on?

I mean, people like
to sing along.

I ain't singing.

I know you're not
singing, but just...

You think
my shit whack?

No, no, no, man,
not at all.

Then what the fuck is it?
You just a shitty producer?

You don't know what the fuck
you're doing, huh?

I know
what I'm doing.
What?

I can't hear you.

I-- I-- I just said

I know what I'm--
I know what I'm doing.

So you can make it work
without the hook.

Then make it work.

95.5, the Ride.

Show some
New York City pride.

Name this Brooklyn band
and this old-school jam...

These are...
...two tickets
to Keith Sweat's concert...

Man, Sampson'll
hate that.
Will he?

Yeah, he thinks
he owns that account.

Hah.

Boy, I wish
I could've been there

when you played
that record.

Let me ask you
something.

You knew he'd can you,
why'd you do it?

Because I showed him
research that proved

he could beat you
by playing hip hop,

and he told me to stick
to getting his coffee.

Yes?

I need your help.

What's wrong?
Is Deevee okay?

No, it's nothing
like that.

Barry got Keith Sweat
to let D Rome perform

his verse on the remix
tonight, and--

but they don't have
any credentials,

and I need to get in.

What?
Barry got
Keith Sweat--

No-no-no, I got that,

but I'm confused
why you're here.

I need a credential.
Nikki--

artists who are
scheduled to perform

can't even
get passes, so...

You don't understand,
David, I need to get in.

You don't understand, I can't
give out any more passes.

Okay, so just turn
your head away for a sec

and get us an order.

I can't do that, Nikki.

David, it's me.

I'm sorry.

You know,
you're too good.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

It's not,
it's sweet.

Nikki, I--
No-no,
it's okay, it's cool.

I'll see you tonight?

Yo, yo, cut it!

Say something.

You're just
not breathing.

Uh, like,
you're not...

you need to find
pockets to breathe in.

Like, think of,
I don't know,

like, every S-word
or something like that.

Or if you don't wanna do that,
then we can just, you know,

go line-for-line
and punch in.

Punch? Fuck is
you talking about?

Punch in.

"Punch in" means,
like, to record,

like, line right after
another line, like--

Yo, we need to talk.

Yo, get the fuck
out the hallway.

Bounce.

What happened?
Yo, Geronimo's crew

called Bug over there about
Kennedy's men on some wild shit.

What you mean?
They chopped
the nigger up, man,

on some Freddy Krueger
shit, dog.

What happened to you?

Had to get his body
off the street.

Ain't no motherfucker
see him that way.

Go clean up.
All right.

Hey, you running me, man?
Niggers need to move right now.

That's exactly what Bruce
expecting us to do.

Push now, we gonna have
half of Brooklyn on our ass.

We gotta square it
with Bug's people.

No doubt.

Prep School.

Not gonna work out.

Call Scooter.

Word.

Thanks so much
for this again.

Hey, no problem,
we'll get you in.

Hey-- put this on.

Oh, yeah, take--
Yeah.

Hey, Nikki.

Power up, dab some on.

Yeah, you're good.

Follow my lead.

Hey, there, Josie Cho,
shooting the concert

for Ebony Magazine.
This is my editor--

actually, the editor
of Ebony Magazine.

Ms. Monica Cole.

Look, her flight got delayed,
and her luggage got lost.

The luggage containing
her credentials.

Look, I don't care if you're
the Margaret Thatcher,

you ain't getting in here
without a pass.

Wilkinson--
what's your first name?

George.
Nice to meet you,
George Wilkinson.

Can you direct me
to the nearest pay phone?
Why?

Oh, Bernard Masters is my
neighbor and personal friend.

I just wanted
to let him know

what a fine job
his security was doing.

Right this way, Miss.

He's here.
That was great.

Reminds me of sneaking
in to CBGB's when I was 13.

13? Damn, girl, you didn't
look a little young?

Power ahead,
worked then, works now.

What're you doing here?

I told you
I was coming.

Barry got you a pass.

Mm-mm, David, meet Josie,
my new friend.

Josie, meet David,
he's my boyfriend.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Nikki, I'll see you
in the dressing room?

Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
thanks.

So your girl
got you a pass.

No.
Then who?

Inquiring minds
want to know.

Yeah, we do,
it's usually pretty hard

to get into
a Ride concert.

But, hey,
you are a hustler.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

It's not,
it's, uh, sweet.

...look,

I'll find out
how you got in later,

but I gotta get
this stuff upstairs.

I'm feeling good
about tonight, baby.

I-- we making a deal,
and I know-- I know

Mattie Taylor's around here
somewhere, I can smell it.

Really? And what're you
gonna tell Mattie Taylor
when you find her?

I'm gonna tell her
the time is now to get
with Fouray Records.

We about to blow up.
Prematurely.

Dude, you are like
the fucking Grinch.

We are not ready
to meet with Mattie.

She know I got my ear
to the streets.

She might not admit it,

but she know
I'm what she missing.

Are we talking about
the same Mattie Taylor?
Yes!

Yeah, the one and only
Mattie Taylor.

That's who we're
talking about, Grinch.

Look, let's just
talk to her

once we've got
some talent locked down.

I hear you--
And some
production money.

Please, this is the only shot
we get business with her.

Okay, I'm gonna make
the shot count, I promise.

It's gonna count.

Hey, no doubt.

Not even a wristband.

Okay.

Mr. Keith goes on
exactly 9:15,

and we're closing
with "Make You Sweat."

Have you go out there at 9:55,
can you do that?

Yes.
Let me guess.

The boss loaned
his lanyard.
Nope.

Yeah, well,
you need an ID.

So you couldn't get in
on the guest list.

And you are not the type
to flirt your way in.

You posing as somebody.

Left some
poor guard shook.

You could've just
given me the credential.

Yeah, but where's
the fun in that?

You clearly
don't need one.

See you later.

Damn it!

Hello?
It's me, I got your page,
what's up?

Nikki, oh, it's you,
I gotta talk to you.

Yeah, what's up, what?
Yes, no, in person, okay?

Um, where are you at?

You hear this kid?
I'm telling you,

this kid is the next
Michael Jackson.

Orson, you remember
when you used to tell me

that Little Foster Silvers

was gonna be
the next Michael Jackson?

I remember when he said
Jermaine Jackson

would be the next
Michael Jackson.

You know what,
now that we're on the topic

of great '70s music, Orson,

you really oughta license
my Bob James masters.

You got his
late '70s albums, right?

I got all the early ones.

We could put out
a greatest hits CD.

A million flat.

Exactly what're you
doing these days, Juggy?

Little of this,
little of that.

I'm working records
for Mattie Taylor,

that's what I'm doing
these days.

I'm gonna call your bet.

And I'm gonna
raise you a G.

Mattie hiring you,
what for?

She's got
a national staff now.

She likes
my personality.

I knew
you were bluffing.

You cleaned me out here,
I gotta get back in the game.

750K for the masters.

You didn't pay more than
500 grand for those masters.

Okay, 600,000.

That's a tidy sum
for a day's work.

What else
you wanna get rid of?

Nothing.

I thought
you were cashing out.

Why would you think that?

No reason.

You got me looking like I'm
going to church or something.

I'd love to got
to that church.

Chill out, man,
you dope.

The ladies gonna go crazy
when you step on the stage.

Word up-- fresh, man.

Yeah, you could
definitely catch it.

For real?
Yeah...

I don't know, babe,
got me feeling like

I gotta sing
or something.

I'm looking like
a real herb right now.

You right about that shit.

Come on, kid,
car's outside.

You ain't performing
with no Keith Sweat, fuck that.

All right, next band
is gonna have you

in some phony rayon shirt,
polka-dot pants like you Kwamé.

Uh-uh, hells no, let's go.

No, we ain't going nowhere
but on that stage.

Our headliner was born
right here in Harlem, U.S.A.

Although he's been known on
the nightclub circuit for years,

he made his living
on Wall Street.

How's that sound?

You wanna do it again?

Yo, you had
that security guard shook

like that white girl
in Rita's.

Whatever, man,
where have you been?

One of Ahm's guys
picks me up last night.

I've been holed up
with him.

He picked you up
to do what?

Make music.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome

Bernard Masters
from The Ride, New York.

As the voice of the people

of New York City...

I take great pride when
one of our own takes the stage.

I love you!

Whoo, I love you, too.

I'd've been happy
to watch from the wings,

but when my brother
called me personally,

and he said, "Sampson,

"the beautiful ladies
in the house

"need your
special type of smooth

to introduce my groove,"

I had to come out.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I am honored

to give you
the crooner, the lover,

the one that makes you
feel like no other.

Give it up
for Mr. Keith Sweat.

I thought Sampson
worked with PPS.
He does.

That research
you did for Sampson,

you still got it?

Yeah.

Meet me in my office,
first thing tomorrow morning.

You're leaving?

If I don't leave right now,

I'll kill him.

You ain't learned shit

from the last time you tried
to pimp this man out

for some New York
swing bullshit, man.

Stra--
Yo, yo, hold on,
I found my man, D--

You ain't find--
You're trying to ruin
this man's image--

You found him?
That's right, I found D.

You couldn't find
your own ass

if you was wearing it
on your damn face.

What've you done
for your man, D?

The same shit I did for your
black ass back in the day--

Oh, you steal his money?
You stole his money?

I ain't steal no fucking money.
What, you got some proof?

Damita?

Yo, what's up?
You tell me.

What is going on
with Barry and Gordy?

Girl, nothing, they're
just business partners.

You know,
they're passionate--

Yeah, I do,
cut the bullshit, Nikki.

You know I know you.

Okay, okay,
but it's off-record.

The hell it is,
if Barry Fouray

and Gordy Charlton are fighting,
that's a story.

What if I can give you
an even bigger story?

I'm listening.
Fouray is about
to be a label.

I could hook you up with
an interview with Barry.

That's it?
That's a big deal.

He won't meet
with just anyone.

All-access,
behind the scenes.

I'll do the best I can.

Okay.

But... you gotta
sing the song.

What? Are--
you're kidding.

Come on.
Guess I have a story

about Barry Fouray
and Gordy Charlton.

Wait-- wait, wait, wait.

I can't believe
I'm doing this.

Higher.

Girl, you can do
better than that.

Hop on the leg.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to meet her.

I'd like that, too.

Ten minutes.
Mm-hmm.

Damn.

Right?

What's up?

Smoke usually did this.

Oh.

All right,
so Bug have four corners

and three years to 18.

The way I think,

Smoke started doing 19
after they knifed Disco.

16 thou.

Hold up, hold up.

Could've made it to 21.

I'm gonna pull
the truck around.

R&B still bores you, huh?

Oh, shit!

Damita!

Damit-- Damita Alonzo.

Yo, you look good.

You too, except for
a little sleep in your eye.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

I'm fucking with you.

Hah, funny, funny.

I thought I heard somebody say
you were in New York.

Yeah, I'm working
at the Village Voice.

Oh, no shit?
Oh, that's dope.

I mean, we could never get you
out of that hatchet office

at G-Dub, so, you know.

Maybe you didn't try
hard enough.

So I guess
I missed my shot, huh?

You said it,
I didn't.

Yeah, yeah, wait till I tell
Bernard about your little plan.

Oh, should've known
you'd brought your ho.

You're acting like
a real dick right now.

Where were you?

Huh? You'll try anything
to make me look wrong, huh?

Whatever.
You a sucka.

I didn't even know
you was that kind of sucka--

What are you doing?
You're supposed to be

on the side of the stage
in, like, two minutes.

You hear those two?

I could be
in the studio right now.

Yo, you hear that crowd?

You gonna let a jacket
stop the guy from doing

what he was put
on this Earth to do?

Hell nah, sister.

Good.

'Cause you ain't wearing
that corny shit anyway.

Yes! Yeah, boy!

What'd I tell you?
What'd I tell you?
What'd I tell you?

I told you,
I told you,
I told you.

You killed it.

Thank you so much,
New York, I love you.

It's good to be home.

Keith,
that's what's up,
man, word.

Hey, good-lookin',
Keith.

Oh, y'all taking my man?
Y'all taking my man?

You good,
I'mma see you at Rita's.

I'm gonna host a concert
for one of my artists,

all you have to do is call.

Well, here I am.
Ringing in your ear.

How about the Tonys,
Labor Day Weekend?

How about the Garden?

Barry's
personal assistant.

Haha, hey now,
don't worry.

I'm a gentleman,

even when being
face to face

with a Judas-- security.

Hey!
She don't even
have credentials.

Get her up outta here.
Time to go,
let's go, come on.

Hey!

She's with me.

With you,
Ms. Taylor?

D Rome.

That was a nice touch.

What's your name?
Nikki Jones.

Mattie Taylor.

Would you like to join me
for a cocktail?

So, what is it that
you wanna do, Nikki?

I wanna be in A&R.

Oh, really,
that's surprising.

Mattie Taylor,

it's very nice
to see you here.

And I see that
you met my slave.

Good to see you too,
Barry.

Listen, I wonder
if me and you could build

on distribution
for my new label.

Oh, right, hip hop.

Yeah, of course,
what else?

What you got?
I got what you need

to get on board
for distribution.

All right,
call my office on Monday,

we'll schedule
something.

That's great,
I'll set it up, let's go.

Come on, come on.
Barry.

I need to use
the ladies' room,

can I just meet you
downstairs?

Uh, no-- no-no,
meet us at Rita's.

We out of here.
Got it.

Ms. Taylor.

It's Mattie.

Mattie.

About A&R, what was
so surprising about that?

I don't know,
just something about you.

I don't get the sense
that you're the type

to aim for the middle.

Oh, I'm not.

Hip hop is gonna take over
the music business.

Fouray Records is
gonna be a force.

Loyal, aren't you?

I try to be.

That's good.

It'll carry you far.

As long as you have
the right partners.

Donald,
meet Nikki Jones.

It's nice to meet you.

Man, you gonna do it?

Hey.

Yo, we're here
about Bug.

This is for you.

I'm sorry
about your loss.

Okay,
cool your jets,
Batman.

I'm bad at that.

When'd you get home?

Just a minute ago.

What're you doing
down here?

I'm-- I'mma clean up.

What you know about
Banks and Hampton?

Baby Phee.

Boy, you don't know nothing
about no Jack Ashford.

Man, this takes me back.

You know, we used to be
up on Marcy Av, blazing.

They had a little hole
in the wall,

right under the train.

All the fine women, mm.

That sounds dope.

Yeah, it was that same club,
matter of fact,

when I was dancing with
this fine, young lady.

What was her name?

Eh, don't make me lie.

But I do remember
her boyfriend's name.

Reggie.
Reggie.

Reggie.

Yeah, man, that was--

that was the first time
I ever saw a gun.

And it was pointed
right at my face.

What-- What happened?
Huh?

What happened?
Oh, I got shot at.

What?!
Yeah.

Bullet missed me
by less than an inch.

Hit the wall behind me.

And all I could
think about was you.

Me?

When was this?

A couple of months
after you were born.

Your mother was
already gone.

You could barely lift
that big-ass head of yours.

And you...

were gonna need
your daddy.

Look, son, I get it.

You wanna be young,
do the music and all that.

But you can't do nothing
if you're dead.

Junior...
go down south.

Got to your
Aunt Adona's house.

Couldn't find you
after the show.

Did you get my page?

You know, you shouldn't
take the train back

this late at night
by yourself.

I took a car.

Okay.

Why are the lights off?

I need to talk to you.

With the lights off?

I wanted to see
what it felt like.

To sit in the dark?

To be you.

Sitting here alone,

waiting for me to come home
so you could ask me about

something or something
I did or said

that you don't think
is right.

What're we talking
about, Nikki?

Juggy wasn't home
yesterday.

I know.

You know?

Which means you called him
at his office phone.

Which begs the question,

how did you get
his office number?

And you're not
gonna ask?

No.

If I ask, you're gonna think
that I didn't believe you

when you assured me
that you hadn't told Juggy

that Sampson fired me.

You're also probably
gonna think that

I concocted some theory
that you actually had

talked to Juggy,
that you actually had

told him Sampson fired me,
and that he then gave you

his number so you guys
could talk without me

finding out about it.

Some theory.

The truth is,
he's listed.

You probably just...

looked him up
in the phone book.

Look, I know that
we're different.

You bend the rules
a little.

I write 'em.

I hate my father.

You admire him.

And yeah, there is
a part of me that is worried

that there is a part of you
that is like him.

But you're not,
I know you're not.

You would've told me
if you were.

I might be more like him
than you realize.

So, then... you are.

I'm not judging you anymore,
Nikki, I love you.

I can't change that.

I love you, too.

Now, when you're ready,

I am prepared to pretend
we had the loudest,

longest, nastiest fight
we have ever had.

Okay?

But before then,

I need to take a shower.

I am so funky,
I swear--

staff at Ride
has taken

some kind of revenge
on my white ass--

they're working me
like a dog.

Wait.

I'm sorry, David.

But I need you to put
your shirt back on.

Let's get
the party started.

Next time on "The Breaks."

It's all here.
The money, the talent.

This is what it's about
right now.

I got a question
for Barry.

You a leech, boss,
you just a leech--

You wouldn't be
nothing without me!

What is exactly is Fouray
gonna do for my baby?

He's gonna
make her a star.