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Previously on "The Breaks"...

Yo, Chuck.
You got DeeVee's tape?

Sorry, sis,
it's in my ride,

but my dumbass cousin
got it stolen in Jersey.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you are listening to
the sounds

of the one, the only...

Ahm!

And super producer
DJ DeeVee!

So you're a middle man,
not the label.

I negotiate with the label
on behalf of the artist.

Thanks for your time.

Name was Tina.

She crossed paths with
your friend Ahmed Harris,

and someone else
you might know goes by Scooby.

I need you to call
your man, the hookup.

You don't have anybody else
that you can call?

Orson, you should really
license my Bob James masters.

Okay, 600,000.

Peter Piper
beat on this, right?

Nah, that's Bob James,
too.

Bring me an artist
worth signing and we'll talk

about a future for you
here at EBJ.

Like to bring you
onboard EBJ.

Keep playing games
with my artists,

I'ma play games
with you.

You do that, Barry.

I'm goin' after
Vanilla Ice.

David's gone
and he's not coming back!

You don't wanna deal
with that, then fine.

Whoa, whoa, hey!
Wait a minute!

I didn't do anything,
Dad!

You need to do this

so you can get
out of this hood.

Yo.

Niggas tried
to roll on me.

Yeah.

Nah, tell the boys.

Meet me here.

Police!
Hands up!

I'm clean.
Get your hands up!

Turn and face the wall.

I said turn
and face the wall.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Your other hand.

You knew I was
on you.

How come you ain't move?

Where I'ma go?

Yeah, we got an unexpected
break in the case.

I was dying to get up
to JB's before we did all this,

but... you know.
First thing's first.

You still go up there?

Nah.
Too bad, got quite the rap.

But as luck would have it,

I get this call
the other day

about this fucked up Saab
in Jersey.

So I'm scratching
my head.

I'm homicide.

Fuck they callin' me about
a stolen car in Jersey, right?

Then I remember
my man Chuck asked me

to keep my ear out when
his ride got swiped.

So I go to meet him
at the impound.

I'm thinkin' he's amped

'cause he's gettin'
his shit back.

He's way more excited,

'cause this is in
the tape deck.

That's your break
in the case?

Nah, we got something
way better than that.

This just good music.

Hey, yo, Ahm, that's that shit
I'm talkin' 'bout, man.

That's that new flavor
right there, son!

That's that new shit, huh?

Straight into the '90s!

Imani, you know what kills
most new record companies?

Hits.
Without financing,

a small label can't
keep up with demand.

They cant afford
to press records,

distributors don't
pay them back for months,

the label
can't afford promoters,

they can't pay
their artists.

Now, when guys like Foray
realize this,

you know who they turn to?

Wait, but just
two seconds ago

you said that Fouray was
the best place for me to go.

And now
I'm saying EBJ is.

You need a label
with experience,

not someone that's just trying
to figure it out as they go.

Shake my hand,
you'll be in the studio today.

(Vanilla Ice, on TV

I told you our boy
was a star.

And I hear what they're
already saying about Ice,

calling him
the Elvis of Rap.

But trust me when I tell you,
Tommy and I both think

this guy is the real deal.
And when someone like Fouray

wants to put
his name behind him,

everybody else is gonna think
he's the real deal too.

Is 100 grand
real enough for you?

'Cause we can make the deal
happen right now.

You could bring him
to my showcase tonight.

Atlantic is offering 250.

What about credibility?

I imagine we could buy
some of that.

I'll match it.
Wh-- no, B--

I'll match it.

Like, meet me back here
in a couple of hours.

I'll have the money here
for you.

I'll see you
in a few.

All right.

Cancel the showcase.
What?

Even if you had the money
to match Atlantic's offer,

which you don't,
there's no way

you could have him
on stage by tonight.

I ain't canceling shit.

Everybody wants this kid.

You need to call
your man.

No, no. B, we talked
about this yesterday.

Yeah, yesterday, when my
father's money was enough.

Now it's not.
Call him.

You don't even like
Vanilla Ice!

I don't have to like him.

These little white girls
are going to love him!

Call your guy!
Listen, B,

that is not the way
we wanna go about this.

You listen.

Elvis, Ray.

Elvis.

Fine.

I'll call him.

I understand you are charged
with first degree murder

in the killing
of Brian Lesley,

also known as Geronimo.
Prosecution?

Your Honor, the prosecution
will present an eye witness

who will state in this court

that he saw Mr. Harris
kill Mr. Lesley.

Your Honor, this witness
has no credibility.

I move to dismiss
on lack of evidence.

Your Honor, I request
that bail be denied.

This man is the head
of a continuing criminal
enterprise.

I hear you, counselor.

Mr. Harris...

For the record,
what do you do for a living?

I'm a rapper.

Motion to dismiss denied.

You want to bring him back
for a RICO charge,

make the complaint.
Bail is set at 300,000.

Next case.
Docket number 1ZA7956.

Darryl van Putten Jr.,

charged with obstruction
of justice.

State your name
for the court.

Darryl Van Putten Jr.

Okay, Mr. Van Putten,
am I to understand

that you are an alibi witness
to Mr. Harris?

Yes, Ma'am.

You dragged this kid in here
for obstruction of justice?

Your Honor,
Mr. van Putten has--

Has done nothing.
Get him out of here.

Mr. Van Putten,
I expect to see you

in this court
at trial.

Next.

So I don't even know why
I'm doing this thing any more.

My wife hates me
for it.

It's not like suing for Ray
is gonna bring him back.

So drop it.
Move on.

Listen,
if there's anything

I can do for you, just ask.
Anything.

For starters,
I'd like to square away

this Bob James deal
with you.

Bob James deal?
Our greatest hits CD.

I got the early stuff,
remember?

You were gonna buy
my masters for 600 grand.

I didn't say that.

Bob James, he's great, but...
who cares?

Orson,
at the poker game.

You looked me
right in the eye,

you said we had
a deal.

That?
I was fucking with you.

Juggy, come on,
Bob James?

Listen, you've been
through a lot.

It's time to
just let it go.

Let it all go.

Move on.
You've done your time.

I gotta go.

Whose song is this?
Who's singing it?

Why isn't she just
singing the hook?

Why's she singing
the whole song?

'Cause it's her song.
Teddy Riley wrote it

for Jody Watley, but now
Imani gets to do it.

But she's not a singer,
she's a rapper.

A rapper writes
their own stuff.

Imani doesn't need
to be in a box.

Boy, what the hell,
you... what?

Ella, would you like a minute
to consult with your client?

Nikki, a word.

You can't be serious.
Of course I'm serious.

Have you heard
the girl's voice?

She came here to rap.

We'll roll her out
as a rap artist...

Nobody will take her seriously
if you do that.
...in her second album.

You only have one chance
to break an artist.

You don't need to explain
that to me, Nikki.

Now I appreciate that you're
protective, that's good.

Any A&R worth a damn is.

But you have to
trust me on this.

She has too much talent
to waste

on what could be
a very short-lived career

as a female MC.
Don't you agree?

I mean, I--
I'm not saying
that she won't rap,

just not yet.

And it's better that EBJ
makes its first push into rap

with an artist that has
a better chance

of doing it
for the long haul,

like the rapper
you played for me earlier.

Ahm.
Uh, you heard his song
on the radio.

Everybody heard his song
on the radio.

Can you get to him?

Yeah.

I promise I won't
make him sing.

It's Maisha, yo.

Bruce and them shot up
her crib last night.

What?

She a'ight?
She a'ight.

Fuck, man.

We should go knock their heads
off right now, nah mean?

Teach these niggas
a lesson.

Nah. Call Bruce.
Set up a meeting.

The fuck you talking about?
A meeting?

Yeah, nigga, a meeting.

We're gonna end
this shit today, man.

Where Maisha?
She at your crib.

Teddy watching the door.

You for real, nigga?
A meeting?

You a'ight? You good?

No, I am not.

Where's CJ?
Mama house.

She was watching him,
thank God.

Now will you tell them
to let me go?

Scooby all whack ass,
gonna lock me in here

like I'm some fucking prisoner.
Maisha, relax.

You're better off here,
for your own protection.

Protection?
Yeah.

Ain't no protection here.

Ain't no protection
nowhere in this game.

Ain't you figured that
out by now?

Look, I appreciate what
you're trying to do,

but as long as you out here
in these streets,

you ain't no safer
than Smoke.

She good.

Couldn't find you
at your place.

I figured
I'd try you here.

I watch it now,
here.

I feel like he's still here,
I guess; I don't know.

To see what
he loved so much.

It's pretty good.

Let me play you
something.

Me and Ray go way back.

So I'm not anticipating
any bullshit.

Yo...

Well, uh-- we good.

So I can let my folks know
you cool with the terms?

Absolutely.
Yeah.

I mean, we're sitting on
a goldmine here.

And you know what?

I'ma get this money
back straight to you.

Trust me.

We do, Mr. Fouray.
We most certainly do.

You hear that internal rhyme?

The alliteration,
the metaphor?

No.

Look, you didn't come
all the way out here

to teach an old dog
new tricks.

I brought Mattie Taylor
an artist.

She offered me a job.

Mazel tov.

Yeah, well, she doesn't know
a thing about hip hop

and she's already
fucking it up.

Now she wants me
to bring her Ahm.

The MC that was working
with DeeVee.

Anyway...

I think I made
a big mistake.

And I'm running
out of bridges to burn.

That's funny.

Lately I've been thinking
the same thing about myself.

Well, what do you think
I should do?

Juggy?

God damn...

Who is it?

DeeVee.

Why you knock like that?

Uh, I thought that was
the only way

you answered
the door.

We need to talk.

Thought you wasn't fucking
with me no more.

I'm not.

So?
What do we gotta talk about?

I'm thinkin' about
leaving town.

Don't want you
to do that.

I don't wanna do that.
That's the thing.

If I don't leave,

do I gotta keep
looking over my shoulder?

It's New York City,
man.

You always gotta look
over your shoulder.

You know what I mean.
No, I don't.

If I stay,

and I don't sign
the affidavit...

do I have anything
to worry about?

What you think?

I don't know.
You tell me.

I guess you want
your equipment back.

Yeah.

All right, people!

It's six hours
and counting, okay?

Have we heard
from Ernesto yet?

For the umpteenth time,
not yet.

And why are you yellin'?

Because this is the biggest
night of my career,

and it's game time, baby.

Yo, what's this I hear
about you

trying to get Imani
on Music Box?

Yeah, that's right.

And I want to be reimbursed
for all my out of pocket.

Oh, so you haven't heard?

Oh, she's over
at EBJ now.

Yeah, with Mattie Taylor,
and Nikki took her there.

What?!
Oh, yeah.

So you need to call
Ralph right now,

and no, you can't
play the video.

Wait, but I--
No wait, no but,
no none of that.

You either with me
or against me, Josie.

What's the deal?

I-- All right.
Thank you.

Yo, so I just got word

Vanilla Ice has 12 dancers
for tonight.

But the stage I ordered
from Cirque

can only hold four,
max.

Then you need a bigger stage.

A bigger stage
is double the money, B.

Double the profit.

Double the money,
double the profit.

That sound good to me.

Yo, what is that
I'm hearing right now?

Yo, my man! What's that
you listening to?

Who is that?

Oh, it's that cat Ahm.

My boy, he taped it
off the radio last night.

The shit's dope.
Oh, shit.

Ahm, yeah?
Is he signed?

Oh, uh, I--
I don't know.

You know, Nikki was the one
who had the line on this guy.

Yeah, fuck Nikki.
She don't have shit.

She don't have
a line on nothin'.

Fucking Judas.

Barry.
It's Ernesto.

Oh, shit,
it's Ernesto, Ernesto.

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

Gimme that.

Yo, what's up, playboy?

Yeah, shit,
I got what you need.

What you mean?
Y'all ready for tonight?

Man, what?

Ah, nah, nah.
A'ight, man, I understand.

It's business.
Yeah.

Nah, nah, nah.
That's okay, man.

Good luck
to y'all, man.

Damn.
What?

Vanilla Ice just signed
over at SBK.

325,000.
Shit.

I know.

So...
what happens now?

Now...

Now we go get Ahm.

Good afternoon,
Nikki Jones.

Lovely seeing you again.

Thank you.

Expecting trouble?

Nah.
What's up?

Everybody's talking about
that song you did with DeeVee.

I heard something
about that.

We wanna get you
in the studio.

I'm working with
Mattie Taylor over at--

You not with Fouray
no more?

No, I'm at EBJ.

They're new to rap,
but--

Pardon me, but...

Why I wanna fuck with somebody
that's brand-new to rap?

If I do this shit,
I want it done right.

Then EBJ is the place
for you.

Mattie Taylor's been
creating stars for years.

You won't find somebody

who'll take
better care of you.

Yeah, what else?

What else you want?

I want DeeVee
as part of my deal.

No problem.

A'ight.

Y'all do that...
we can talk.

All right.
Cool.

A'ight.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

Ahh.

Yo, a'ight.

Young buck.

I know you know who Ahm is.
I do.

What guarantee do you have
that this dude's

not gonna
come back on you?

I don't.

I just can't keep running
the rest of my life, Pop.

I mean, you didn't.

The fuck are you
talkin' about?

Why you think I got the hell
out of Fort Greene? Hmm?

We're not finished.

Maybe you can talk some sense
into the boy.

I guess you felt like
wasting your money.

What's the problem,
DeeVee?

You act like
I did something to you.

What do you want?

I want my friend back.

That's why I've been
calling you.

Really?
'Cause it seems like

there's only one thing
that you care about...

and it ain't
your friends.

How could you say
something like that to me?

How many times have I
looked out for you?

I was the one
who helped you hang up

all those little
chicken shit flyers

when you first started
spinning back at G-Dubb.

That was a long time
ago, Nikki.

So that's it?

You just gonna
walk away

from four years of friendship
just like that?

That's how you walked away
from David, right?

Jesus Christ, DeeVee.

So now you're blaming me
for David's death.

You think I knew
he was gonna die?

You don't think
I regret every day

breaking up with him?

Fuck you.

Fuck you, and fuck
your friendship.

Nikki, wait.

What?

Look, I--
I'm sorry, okay?

I just...
I'm sorry.

Do you know how much
that hurts me?

Yes, I do.
And I'm sorry.

Look, you wanna
go inside?

I think Dad got some
Nutter Butters hidden somewhere.

I'm okay.

I think I got you
a deal.

What?

You and Ahm,
signed as a single act.

A-are you kidding?

Mattie Taylor heard
your song on the radio.

She wants to sign you.
No.

Everybody wants
to sign you.
No, no.

I'm not signing with Ahm.

What? Why? I thought
that was your boy.

Yeah, but my boy
might have killed someone.

But he might not have!

Okay, well, great.

Then, if he doesn't
go to jail,

after I testify that
I wasn't recording with him

that entire night,
then I'll sign.

Okay, so you're willing
to just walk away

from everything you have
ever dreamed about

because of something that
might be a trumped up charge?

Did Ahm put you
up to this?

What?
Ahm.

Did he put you
up to this?

So what if he did?

Nikki, he's just trying
to get me

to shore up
his alibi.

So?
So?

Are you kidding me?

You come in here,
heartbroken

that we're not
friends anymore--

"Oh, boo-hoo David"--

and it's just business!

It's always
just fucking business!

It is not just business,
DeeVee.

Do you know how many
people would give

their left nut for an
opportunity like this;

how many people spend their
entire miserable lives

wishing for a chance
at greatness;

a chance to say something
that's gonna be heard;

something that's worth
hearing?

That's not business.
That's your fucking dream.

And I for one
am willing to do

whatever I need to
to make that happen.

Yeah, like get in bed
with a murderer.

You knew he wasn't no Gandhi
when you met him, DeeVee.

Come on, you don't get a scar
like that from eatin' pussy.

I don't know what he did
or what he didn't do.

All I know is,
he's been through a lot.

And I think he's trying
to change.

So you can judge him...

or you can help him.

Last time we talked,

you told me to come
back to you

when I got my label.
I got my label now.

Good for you.

And I-I wanna
put you out.

Period.

No fly shit.
None of that.

I'm serious.

So let's say
I fuck with you.

How would that shit
work out?

I'm gonna be straight up
with you.

Please.
I got the money
to do it.

I had the money

when I talked to you
the first time.

I just needed distribution
to come around

so I could
put your shit out.

Uh-huh.
Now that lane is clear.

Got a showcase tonight
for the distributors,

so they can see where
their money is going.

I want them to see you,
on the stage, live,

mic in hand, you know
what I'm sayin',

doin' what
you do best.

Then what?
You kill it...

you sign with me,

and you ain't livin'
like this no more.

So what
you wanna do?

Yo.

I'm not doin'
this bullshit!

Oh, no?

Who you cussin' at,
little girl?

My manager!
Imani, listen,

all you have to do

is do the run
one more time.

You're this close.

Close to what?

I don't want
no Teddy Riley song!

I look like Guy to you?

Actually...

And you-- you said this one was
supposed to be a dope moment.

I ain't no fucking singer!

You hear my voice?

I spit!
I rhyme!

Yo, I'm out!

Don't worry.
I'll handle this.

The genius in artists
is often also their demon.

She's right, you know.

I don't like
repeated conversations.

Didn't I ask you
to do something?

Done.

Ahm will sign
with EBJ.

That's great.
That's good.

That's great.

One catch.

He wants to sign
with his producer, DeeVee,

as a duo.
No.

Ahm gets a deal,

producer gets a straight fee
like everyone else.

If it wasn't for DeeVee
nobody would know who Ahm is.

Signing two people means
twice the accommodation,

twice the insurance handlers.

No.
It's his one condition.

Jesus Christ, fuck.

Fine, tell him fine.

I'll have the kid
sign the paperwork

for the songs
that he produces.

He'll never know
the difference.

Congratulations, Nikki.

Barry, I'm sorry.

Give me a minute.

Nice outfit.

Who the fuck
do you think you is,
coming into my office--

My office.
Get the -- out.

I want the office.
Are you on crack?

What are you talkin' about?

You have an artist showcase
starting in a couple of hours,

and you don't have any artists.

But I on the other hand,
have the hottest act in town.

No you don't.
I got Ahm and DeeVee.

So if you want to sign them
to Fouray records,

you will make me
Vice President,

I will get this office, and...

My salary.

Uh-uh, $75,000 is
completely unreasonable.

I know.
You can leave.

So you would have your showcase
tank just to spite me.

Ahm didn't say anything
about talking to you today.

You talked to Ahm?
Of course.

How else am I
supposed to sign him?

What'd he say?

Well, why don't you wait for him
to get here and find out?

He's on his way here?
Yep. To sign.

He won't sign without DeeVee.

Oh, I'm definitely gonna--
I'm signing DeeVee, too.

I'm definitely gonna
sign DeeVee.

Well, DeeVee's my best friend

and he won't sign
without my blessing.

Well, we gonna
find out about that.

Hey, Tamika.

Yeah.

Give me Happy, please.

VP, this office,
60,000.

Half of that,
no office...

and you can have VP.

Deal.

Not bad, Ms. Jones.

It's okay.

Is he really
on his way down here?

Why don't you call him
and find out?

Date there.

How them coins?

Dangerous.
Yours?

Same.

I ain't gotta tell you
all this gun play and copying

ain't good for business.

But fucking with civilians,
that's outta bounds, yo.

I know you know that.

So this shit
gotta end now.

No doubt.

What's the deal?

Them two blocks off
murdering the playground,

that's you.

Them three startin'
the Kennedys, that's me.

Everybody can get back
to gettin' this money.

You good with that?

Yeah, I fucks with it, but...

Somebody gotta pay for Tina.

That was my nigga Dice's chick.
She was a civilian.

What the fuck you talkin' about?
What the fuck, man!

What?
I told you to
leave her alone, right?

I ain't do that shit.
Yeah, you did, nigga!

What the fuck
is wrong with you, huh?

Who you talkin' to, nigga?
I'm talkin' to you,
mother fucker!

Oh, shit!

Oh, fuck, man!

We good?

Yeah, we, uh...

We good.

Yo, for real, my nigga?

We out.

How y'all doin'?

Sound good, sound good.

Aw, man!

Thank you so much
for y'all patience.

I'll be right back,
and we'll get the show started.

Where the hell is he?

I wish Damita wasn't
persona non grata around here.

She would have loved
to see this.

So what's up?
He still ain't here yet?

Well, he--
Aw, see I knew it!

You talk a big game,
Nikki Jones,

but hustling is about
backing it up.

Damn!

Hey.
A'ight.

Let's do it.

My man.
That's what I'm talkin' about.

All right.
Whew!

Let's go get it.

I wanna thank y'all
for coming out,

joining us to celebrate
the launch of Fouray Records.

Give it up.

Any way, with no further ado,

I'm gonna bring to the stage
a special artist,

emcee, DJ.

Give it up for Ahm
and DeeVee!

Put your hands up!
Everybody put your hands up!

Hands up!
Hands up!

Hey!

Ladies and gentlemen,

you are now listening
to the sounds of Ahm,

and super producer DJ DeeVee!

Word, peace to my man
David, man.

We miss you.

We're gonna do
this one for you.

Uh-huh.
Hey, yo, Ahm.

Talk to the people.
Hey!

Ahm. Listen.

One time for your mind,
this nigga's Ahm.

I'm DeeVee, what's up?

Listen.

Hey, yo, Ahm,
we gotta take it back.

We gotta show 'em how we do.
Yeah, listen.

Rebel!

Rhythm!

Ahm. Listen.

His name is Ahm,
my name is DeeVee.

Let's do this thing!

One! One!

Louder, louder!

One! One!

One, one!

Listen.
Hey yo, Dee.

Smoke, R.I.P.
It's Ahm, Ahm.

Yeah. Ahm, Ahm.

Yeah!

It's Fouray Records,
like I said, right?

Yo, give it up for my man Ahm,
right here.

I love this kid.
I love this kid.

Give it up for my man
right here, DJ DeeVee.

On the wax right here.
On the wheels of steel.

Thank y'all, man, so much.

It feel good
to have y'all out here.

You know, so many people
counted me out.

You know, when shit got dark.
You know what I'm saying?

But we here now, right?

Yeah!

We here, right?

Right!

Yep, fuck it,
and we family, right?

Tonight, Fouray Records
struck a distribution deal...

with Bainbridge Music.

That's a serious deal.
Give it up!

Yo, matter of fact,

Orson Bainbridge
is in the house, y'all.

Come to the stage and speak
to the people right here.

Give it up, y'all.
Orson Bainbridge.

Thank you so much.
I appreciate it.

Wow. Wow, wow, wow,
wow, wow.

Deep, I mean that sincerely.

You know, I, uh--

I've been in this business
a long time.

And, uh...

I think we got something
real good right here.

You know, this roster,
Fouray at the helm,

his Vice President
Lil Ray Washington
is number two.

We are going to make history.

We're gonna make history,
you know?

And I've seen history made
and it feels like this.

You know?
It feels like this.

Nikki!
How about another song?

Nikki!
Nikki!

I should have known.
Look, it's not like that.

It's just that this Bainbridge,
I'm a new label,

and he wants an experienced
number two.

So you just went
right along, huh?

A boss has to be tough,

and to make some
tough decisions.

But look, I see what
you do for me, Nikki.

I do.

So I'm axed out.
No.

I wouldn't do you like that.

Take the office.
Head of A&R.

Take the 60.

I'm a lot of things,
but I'm not a liar,
Nikki Jones.

We gotta show 'em how we do it.

I need to think about it.

Okay.

Ahm!

And Fouray signed DeeVee
and the kid who's on this tape?

Yep.

And Bainbridge is backin' 'em.

Yeah.

Well, you've got a big decision
to make, huh?

Two jobs.
One with EBJ, one with Fouray.

Assistant to A&R
in less than two months.

Proud of you, kid.

You know what you wanna do?

I'm in agony over here.

Barry or Mattie,
who's it gonna be?

You.

I want to start
a new label with you.

What do you say?

I got a better idea.

You hear that?

That's the sample
from Ahm's record.

That's right.
And I own it.

What do you say we start
ourselves a label,

and we destroy your old boss
at the same time?