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- Hey!

Where you goin'?

The Jeffersons about to come on.

Damn!

Takin' this role-playin' thing a little serious, don't you think?

Shut up, you talk too much.

For real. Where the hell is my T.V.?

Your ass is ringing. Want me to get it?

Just keep it hot.

Wait, wait. Talk to me!

- Pier 16, half an hour. - What?

You wanted to come to the players' ball.

Here's your invitation.

I'm sorry.

That was the President.

Puffy remixed the national anthem.

They need me.

Mr. Miyako's expecting you. Follow me.

Oh, thank you. Do I sense an accent?

Yes, I'm from the Bahamas.

Really? I know Rick Fox.

- Yeah, do you know him? - No.

Turn around, girl.

Ooh! Got some wheels!

I'll be back.

Hey, wassup, Miyako? My man.

Hey, relax.

What's goin' on with your boy, here?

My man needs a girlfriend.

He's just doing his job.

Miyako.

Boy, you... You a pimp.

You never cease to amaze me, man.

Look at all these fine women sittin' around you, boy.

You... Mmm!

What's crackin', man?

This is what you've been waiting for.

Hang out.

Maybe you'll learn something tonight.

One of my dogs is fighting next.

I didn't come here to watch no fuckin' dogs fight, man.

I came here to get paid, man.

This is a party. Relax. Enjoy yourself.

Ooh, man.

I just got a page from Smokey Robinson, man. I need to call him.

He's deaf in one ear and there's a lotta noise in here.

I'm gonna go call him outside.

- I'll be right back, all right? - Mmm-hmm.

And your guy over there,

if he keeps looking at me the way he looking at me,

tell him I'll throw him a fuckin' beating where his fuckin' mother

won't fuckin' know him when she fuckin' sees him.

His fuckin' face will look like a fuckin' pizza pie...

I'll be right back.

Get him some ass.

Here we go.

And...

Captain.

Get down to Pier 16.

They're shippin' the cocaine in liquid form.

And get this,

They're shippin' it in dogs.

Hey, hey, hey, man!

I don't get down like that, brother.

- Who you callin'? - I'm callin' my girlfriend. That's who I'm callin'.

Damn cell phones, man, just bad reception, man.

All I keep hearin' is...

Gunshots reported at Pier 16,

all harbor units respond, code 3.

Miyako!

How you gonna just leave the party like that, man?

I missed The Jeffersons to be here.

Fuck you, cop.

I knew you were gonna wanna fight.

All right.

Did I thank you for invitin' me to the players' ball?

All right.

By the way, I am not a cop!

Your money's in the regular place.

- Beautiful. - Mmm-hmm.

So who's gonna get credit for this one?

Oh, I think we'll give this one to Boston.

He's worked hard, hasn't had a bust in a while.

Boston needs to lighten up.

That'll be Lieutenant Boston after this, Rad.

Ain't that somethin'?

Anything I can do for you?

Think I could keep the car another day?

You're pushin' it.

How 'bout your niece? All right, all right, all right, all right,

I'm just kiddin', I'm just kiddin'.

I'm thinkin' about it, though. I'm thinkin' about it.

Everybody else hit it.

Hey, Miyako!

This was the shit, man.

We gotta do this again sometime.

When you gettin' out? 30, 40, 50 years?

What, you got somethin' in your eye?

This ain't over.

Ooh! I'm scared.

Yo, Rad! Get in the car.

Move, motherfucker!

Move!

You got the wrong guy, brother.

Man, I've been lookin' for you, motherfucker.

I ain't gonna be but too many more motherfuckers.

Oh, shit!

Wassup, Ben?

- Wassup, baby? - Hold this.

What's good, daddy?

- Oh, oh. - Yo, that's my man, Tico.

Man, Tico almost got fucked up.

It's good to see you. It's been too long.

What's poppin'? You miss me?

Man, it's hard to miss a brother

when you see a 50-foot poster of him

on Sunset Boulevard every day.

- Wassup, man? When the album droppin'? - Next week.

Matter of fact, we on our way to

a listenin' party right now. You wanna roll out?

- Man, ain't nothin' to talk about. - Let's do it.

- Yo, driver, we out, baby. Let's go. - Mmm.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Y'all make some motherfuckin' noise

for New Freedom Records' multi-platinum artist,

Benjamin, A.K.A. Killer Ben!

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, hey, yo

This is for my niggas doin' bids

Hold your head

Mix tuna fish with the squid, hold the bread

For those gettin' headed to board, got a ghetto reward

Parked at the gate with incredible doors

This is D-block, daddy

We touch dudes with callys

Get bricks of D, dust dudes from Cali

Do it for the adolescents wildin'

And the OGs on a tear

With silk shirts and Ballys

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

So, what you think?

Man, you've been puttin' it down, dog. That's what I like to see.

That ain't nothin', you ain't heard the half yet.

I got some more real fire for you to hear, you heard me?

Oh, man. Well, then, you know, I gotta hear it.

Yeah, definitely.

But, uh, check it out, Dre. I really gotta roll.

I'll catch up with you later, all right?

- All right. One love, baby. - All right.

Yes.

What's crackin', Andre?

Wassup, B?

You know, I find it very disrespectful

that you're talkin' to my artist

while he under contract with me.

I'm gonna tell you this one time, and one time only.

Don't be fuckin' with my ones.

I was just bein' friendly with him, man, that's all.

You wanna be friendly?

Buy yourself a motherfuckin' poodle!

So this P.I. thing must have really

worked out for you, huh?

Wassup with your ballgame, though, baby?

- You still coachin' down at the Y? - You know I'm still coachin'.

Matter of fact, we goin' to the championship this year.

Hard to believe with a ball hog for a coach.

Since you my dog and all that,

look how I'm doin' it, baby.

What? You got married?

Last week in Vegas. Just me and her.

- Who is she? - Her name is Venus.

She outta town right now, but she's fine.

- A angel! - You dead serious?

I just hope my mom like her. They gonna meet up tomorrow night.

Aw, now, you know moms is a tough critic.

That sounds real good, man.

- Check it out, I gotta get out of here. - Meet me at Stevie's.

- On Ventura on Friday? 7:30? - We can do that. Well done.

Yo, I'm gonna bring the car

- Around back, dog. - Cool, I'll meet you.

Gettin' your coat put on you like you're James Brown now.

So I'm gonna see you on Friday, baby, all right?

All right, dog. Good seein' you, man.

- All right, stay up. - You too, man.

Don't stand me up, man.

Naw, never that.

Will that be all, sir?

Well, actually, Rhonda?

I was hopin' I could get, uh...

It's on your napkin.

Benji. Coincidence runnin' into you over here.

- Wassup? - I'm gonna kick it straight with you, man,

You know what I mean? 'Cause I'm a businessman and all.

Funk U Up records know about your contract with No Freedom,

and basically, we ready to do whatever it take

to make you a part of the team, player.

- I'm straight, you know. - What you mean you straight?

What you think, you're too good for us?

The last album y'all put out was called Garbage Truck Juice.

If I ain't know no better, I think your fake-ass

bad-boy ass was trying to insult me.

- Fuck out of here. - I ain't even gonna trip off that, man.

Just sign this letter of intent

and we good, baby.

I'm straight, dog.

- Kid, I'm not askin' you. - Who the fuck are you?

I'm the brother that's gonna make you reconsider.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, fellas,

fellas, wassup, man?

We got a problem here?

You bet your ass got a problem.

Well, you know, I ain't got no problem

kickin' somebody's ass your size.

That's factory equipment for me, baby.

But him? We might have a problem.

One.

We're outta here.

Get your big hamburglar ass outta here.

- Get your ass on outta here. - Get the fuck outta here.

Fake ass suits. Now get in the damn car, man.

Just remember what I said, Benji.

Remember what I said. I'm gonna see you, man! This is your life right here!

- whatever!

Man, where is your bodyguard, man?

I don't know.

Yo, my bad, man.

Yeah, all right, whatever.

Man, what's that all about?

Ain't nothin'. You know, just business.

Lisa!

- Yo, what's up, Rad? - What's goin' on?

Oh, how cute!

Hi!

Yeah, I finally found a man that won't leave you.

Uh-uh, check yourself.

Wassup, wassup? What you got for me today?

Ooh! Now, mind you,

this is a bit generic for my taste,

but it's definitely your steelo.

Oh, boy, I can't wait.

I love you.

- Did you just turn that on? - Yeah, why?

- Give me the doll, Rad. - Do you love me, too?

- No, I like it. - Say you...

- Give me the goddamn doll, Rad. - Lisa, what is your problem?

Gimme the goddamned doll or I'm gonna jack your ass up!

Here.

Too late!

What the fuck was that?

I call it the Tracy doll.

Like in your ex-boyfriend, Tracy?

Made sense at the time.

You got issues.

I live in L.A. Don't blame me.

Oh, my goodness.

- But you know what the problem is, right? - What?

The problem is you sell all your good stuff to Sharper Image,

then you give your boy all the bullshit.

Sharper Image pays me.

- Oh, you're gonna go-- you're gonna take it there? - Oh, yeah. And, Rad,

how 'bout lettin' me go out with you?

Man, I'm tired of bein' huddled up in here.

- You know I can do it. I've been practicin' Tae Bo. - Ooh.

- Hee! - Oh, that was a good move. Let me see that again.

- What? - Let me see that move again?

Yeah. Okay. Lisa?

- Let me think about it. - Think about it!

No.

So, tell me, what's up with this Wild Wild West shit?

Okay, don't touch, all right? Now see this one here?

This one can knock out a 300-pound-man

- 100 yards away. - Mmm!

I call it Magilla.

Poof!

Okay.

And this one here?

I'm not exactly sure what this one does because, uh,

I haven't used it yet.

What is it supposed to do, Lisa?

Inject adrenalin into the sexual glands,

thereby causing deep passion.

I call it Thrilla.

Okay.

Now, why in the hell would you need somethin' like that?

You're kidding, right?

- You keep the love potion. - Okay.

I'm gonna see you later.

Well, you-- call me if you need me, Rad.

No.

Inject some adrenalin into your ass.

Compliments of Miyako.

Uh!

And I'm Chinese, motherfucker!

You know,

I'm hurtin' right here, too.

- Need a little bit of attention here. - Oh?

Yeah. Yeah.

Right--Right there, too. Lot of pain.

And then, um, right--right there. Yeah, right there.

Ooh, there.

And, oh, here. Right there, too,

just... Just...

And then, um...

Okay, now, I really need you to concentrate,

because, this region, right here,

it's...

- It's just in bad shape. - Oh, yeah?

Yeah, it's in real bad shape.

- Oh! Hold on.

Damn it! Just--

just keep it hot.

Talk to me.

Close your eyes

Hey, wassup, Cap?

Let your body be free

Right now?

All--

All right, uh, I'll be there in 10 minutes.

I don't understand it

You don't even try

Uh, make that 11.

'Cause you don't need a reason

For love

This better be good, because I was just giving this waitress

a massive tip.

You don't need to be here, Conrad.

Excuse me, can you just clear the room?

- Fuck outta here, man! - Come on, everybody, let's go.

Everybody get the fuck outta here!

Make sure your report reflects

that we have evidence to support a murder-suicide here.

Most of these rap guys are unstable anyhow.

Captain, this wasn't a suicide.

- What do you need? - Time.

You got 36 hours.

After that it goes into the system,

and whatever evidence we have

is how we're going to designate the case.

Now, I know that's shitty,

but we're backlogged like crazy and...

Benji did have a rap sheet.

I'm real sorry, kiddo. That's the best I can do.

Amazing

Grace

How sweet

The sound

That saved

A wretch

Like me

I once

Was lost

But now

I'm found

We are live and exclusive

at the funeral for rap superstar Benjamin.

As you know, there has been

a tremendous amount of secrecy surrounding his death.

Thousands of people are still in a state of mourning

over the recently deceased singer,

but here at the Balboa Street Cemetery,

only close friends and family

have been allowed to say their final goodbyes to the artist.

You gonna be okay?

I'll be okay.

Still can come by on Sundays to get my pie?

You know it.

Go on.

- All right. - It's okay.

Mr. Freeman.

- My name is-- - I know who you are.

You're Benjamin's boy, Conrad, right?

That's right.

I'm investigating Benji's case.

You haven't been watching the news, huh?

- The media said it was a suicide. - That's what they say.

But I'd like to talk to you as soon as possible, if you don't mind.

This is a funeral for your friend,

and you come at me playin' detective?

Why don't you respect a brother?

I mean, you comin' at me like I'm some kind of suspect.

Well, if you ain't got nothin' to hide,

- what's the-- - Fuck you!

Benjamin was a friend of mine!

Shit! I made the motherfucker rich!

What the fuck did you do for him?

That's what I thought.

How 'bout 12:00 noon tomorrow?

If you can wake your big ass up.

Our time is gonna come soon.

Trust me on that.

You must be Venus.

Conrad Mcrae.

Benji talked about you all the time.

He didn't kill himself.

What was he like?

What do you mean?

I mean...

Would he have wanted any children?

We never got a chance to talk about any of that stuff.

I may not have known everything about him I could have known,

but I know he didn't kill himself.

I know it.

Do you know about B. Free?

Yeah, I just met him.

Do you know that he has three of the same cars

so that his enemies won't know which one he's in?

What record company C.E.O. does that?

One that's into a whole lot more than just sellin' records.

I need you to help me find out

what really happened to Benji.

Okay.

You know you're rich, right?

What?

My mom used to tell me that all the time.

We would sit in the backyard on a clear summer night

and she would look up into the sky and smile and say, "we're rich."

You see, she grew up in the inner city

and they never got a chance to see the stars

because of the streetlights.

Then one night she was visitin' the suburbs and...

She saw 'em.

And right then and there she realized

why people in the suburbs are rich.

That's why she worked so hard to move us out there.

Just so her family could see the stars.

You miss her.

Every day.

When she got ill, there was nothin' I could do

but watch her die.

But now with Benji, you can do somethin'.

You can make things right, Rad.

You know, Lisa,

I really do value our friendship.

I love you, too.

- Gonna kick your-- - Ain't gonna kick nobody.

Let go of me now! I got you.

What you gonna do, huh? - Hey!

- Come on! I'll take you-- - Chill, chill, chill,

chill, chill. What you-- what you guys doin'?

You're supposed to be on the same team.

He won't pass the ball. I was wide open!

- No, you weren't! - Ball hog!

- Shut up. - All right, okay, okay. Okay, that's enough.

Now, do you two want to play in the championship game?

Yeah. - All right,

well, the only way you're gonna do that

is if you beat Deron and J.R. In the 2-on-2.

- No problem. - Yeah, we'll smoke 'em.

Okay, well then, we'll make it interesting, okay?

The game is seven.

Deron and J.R. have six. You guys have nothing.

- What? - That's not fair!

"That's not fair!" Okay, well then,

I suggest you pass the ball then, all right?

Now everybody else on the baseline.

Kyle and Randall loses this game,

everybody else is runnin' laps,

so you better root for your teammates.

Ball, ball!

Yo, Woozy, give me the ball.

Pass it back, pass it back.

Gimme the ball! Come on!

Talk to me.

Yo, motherfucker! You better watch your back.

Keep your nose out of grown folk business

or your ass is gonna end up just like Benji's.

Come on, Randall, pass it!

Dag, man!

- Play some defense. - What?

- Who the fuck is this? - It's Venus.

Conrad, I need you to come over right now.

I just got a crank call, and I'm really scared.

Where are you?

I'm at the Regency Building.

- Room 302. - All right, I'm on my way.

- Who is it? It's Rad.

- Hey. - Hey. You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little freaked out.

Yeah, it's a trip. Somebody don't want me to find out

who really killed Benji. Look here.

We need to get you out of here. Why don't you get your things?

All right.

Shit!

Shit! Come on, man, come on!

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

But what're we gonna do?

You afraid of heights?

What?

Do you feel the spirit? - Mmm-hmm.

- Do you feel it? - Mmm-hmm.

Do you feel the vibrations?

All right, we are prayin' to the gods.

I call on God, Jesus, Baal,

and all everybody else to bring Bobby here!

- Feel his presence! Mmm-hmm.

It was an untimely death.

Do not mess up the move.

Send us a sign!

Oh!

It's all-- it's all good, keep mmm...

Uh...

Momma, please!

This is not the time to be talkin' about this right now!

I gotta go, I gotta work. Um...

Demise?

What the fuck?

Come on, let's go.

Give me your keys.

I don't have 'em. I left 'em upstairs.

Shit.

- What the hell is that? - Lisa. You'll meet her.

Are you okay?

I'm gettin' there.

I need you to tell me everything you know

about Benji's business dealings.

- I don't-- - Think.

- I don't know anything! - Then think!

- I don't know anything! - You hangin' out with the dude

- all this-- think! - I don't fucking know anything.

- I don't-- - Come on, now.

- Think. - Call his lawyer.

His lawyer would know something.

- What's his name? - I can't-- fuck.

Uh, David Rabinowitz.

- You sure? - Yes! I'm sure.

Well, I saw the tape.

Look, they're saying she was 14.

I saw you jack off. I can't fuckin' help you!

I saw you piss on her and then you jacked off.

David Rabinowitz?

Ted, let me get right back with you.

I have some blacks in front of me. Great.

I'm Conrad Mcrae, private investigator. This is Venus Hatchet.

- Do you have a minute? - Venus? Um, yeah.

I was just discussing your, uh,

husband's dea-- Oh, talented guy.

He could rap.

I was wonderin' if you could clear a few things up for me.

Anything you guys need.

First off, do you have a copy of Benji's will?

Benji's will...

I know that there's the Bentley,

the Rolex, uh, platin-- oh, here's the platinum.

It's right under the platinum account.

Oh, here it-- yeah, here it is. It's right here.

Thank you.

Can you guys hold for a second?

Pam, can you get, um,

- Reggie Theus' number? All right!

Anything unusual happen with Benji

over the past couple of weeks?

Not really. The usual contracts,

a new album comin' out, um,

gettin' ready for that video shoot.

- A video shoot? - Yeah.

- Paul Williams is shooting

"Bitch, Shake that Ass." It's gonna be phat.

You know, all the things the blacks do with the videos,

with the girls in it, and whatever.

Hold on. Pam, can you please get line seven? Shit.

Who is Armageddon?

Silent partner.

Oh, well, it says here that

this guy Armageddon is to receive

the bulk of Benji's royalties

and all his publishing rights.

What wou-- what would that be worth?

Millions.

- And no one knows who this cat is? - Nope.

I mean, that seems a little suspicious, don't you think?

And of course, you, Venus, you receive

50% of the estate once he passed.

Goddamn.

Talk to me.

Hey, sister Karen.

No, no, no, no, no, no, y-you can tell the boys

I will be at the championship. All right, bye now.

Where are we going?

It's time to take you to a safe place.

Yo, comin' up is the first single

off of Benjamin's never-heard-before album.

- Rest in peace, Benji. Hey, yo

This is for my niggas doin' bids, hold your head

Mix tuna fish with the squid, hold the bread

For those gettin' headed to board, got a ghetto reward

Parked at the gate with incredible doors

This is D-block, daddy

We touch dudes with callys--

Can I just stay with you?

- I'd feel much safer. - Trust me.

She'll keep you safe.

She's got more firepower than Waco.

- Hey, what's up, Rad? - Wassup, Lisa?

Lisa, this is Venus. Venus, Lisa.

- Hi. - Hi.

- How you doin'? - Good.

So, you come up with a name for him yet?

Oh, yeah. Ka-boom!

He's adorable.

I should've known.

Well, listen here, Lisa, I was just tellin' Venus

how much I trust you,

- and that you got my back... - Mmm-hmm.

...And that whole thing, and I was just wonderin'

if she could stay here until I could figure out a few things.

Sure.

Why don't you go make yourself at home?

- Thanks. - I told you.

Thanks.

Ka-boom is heavy.

So, Rad. Wassup, hmm?

Turnin' me into a babysitter. The girl, the dog.

When you gonna let me get out there with you, huh?

Aw, come on, Lisa, you know your place is here,

designin' all this crazy stuff you design.

Aw, this shit ain't that crazy, though.

Come on, now, it's a little crazy.

- Plutonium-laced tampons? - Uh-uh!

Statistically speaking, there are more and more

female terrorists every day.

You'll see. Them tampons gonna pay off.

Look, why don't you just give me a call

- if somethin' strange happens, okay? - No doubt.

And try not to kill Venus by accident.

- I will. - You promise?

- I'll try. - All right.

- Gotcha. - Thank you.

Okay.

We need her on the set now.

Now I can send you on your way or just split your knot

And you can talk the pun and kick shit, the pot

Tell big you dig said he spit the hot

I got you fiendin' for this R&B kid to drop

Keep it locked, push mad hits

I got a thing for this rap shit

You think I ain't touchin' don't stop the madness

I got a deal, I got dough, I got a bad bitch

- CUT. THAT WAS NICE!

I like all that-- I like that when you grabbed the ass, that was nice!

You gotta remember to do that every take.

- We can work that. Yeah, right.

Yeah, like that's hard for you. Ha-ha.

- Paul. - Yeah. Well.

I'm Conrad mcrae, private investigator.

I'm lookin' into the murder of benjamin hatchet.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Benji. - Well, I talked to David Rabinowitz,

and he told me you were spendin' a lot of time with Benji

in preparation for the new video--

Right, right, we were tryin' to close that deal before he--

have you ever heard of, uh, Armageddon?

No. I do not know him personally, but--but

my partner who, uh, produced Benji's album,

I think he said he was a writer or somethin' on there.

What can you tell me about, uh,

- Demise? - Demise!

Yeah, yeah, I can tell you that, uh,

that Garbage Juice Truck or whatever it is,

- Garbage Truck Juice? - Right.

That was one of the shittiest songs I've ever heard.

Now, what about that record label, Funk U Up?

Mr. Williams, you have a call on line three.

Yeah, give--give me a second.

Listen, brah, I don't know how much you know about this,

but anybody who knows anything

knows not to ask those kinds of questions.

You wanna build on that?

They don't sell any records,

but they got Beverly Hills offices, gold-plated desks,

and they pay for $100,000 videos in cash.

But you didn't hear that from me.

- Now that was the one, right there. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- That was the one. That was nuts. - Yo, yo, playback.

- Playback. Hey, check this out. - I know it was hot.

- You know, Q-Dig, this is uh, Conrad. - Hey, wassup?

He's a private investigator checkin' out Benji Hatchet's case.

Listen, I'll be right back. I'll be right back.

I heard you guys were kickin' it a lot before... the incident.

Uh, was he stressed out? Anything you can tell me about him?

I hadn't really seen too much of him, you know what I'm sayin'?

Because he was, like, he was caught up between this girl and school.

- School? - There was some community college up north, man,

but he was keepin' it on the low, you know what I'm sayin'?

Did he ever mention Armageddon to you?

Like-- like the endin' of the world or somethin'?

You're talkin' about Armageddon.

- The writer, Armageddon? - Ah, no.

This motherfucker is high, man. He been smokin' that shit.

No, I ain't never heard of him, man.

- My bad. You want some of this? - No, dog, I'm on a diet.

- You sure? - Yeah. - All right.

Look here, I know you brothers are busy, appreciate your time.

But, uh, if anything comes up, could you--

- Sure. - Okay. Peace.

- Be careful. - All right.

Okay, my people, let's recap.

Jean Baptiste Point du Sable, black pioneer,

trader and founder of the settlement that later

became known as the city of Chicago.

He and his Native American wife

took up residencies on Lake Michigan

at the mouth of what became known as the Chicago River.

It is his residency here

that established his name as the father of Chicago.

I know some of you may think that Michael Jordan was the father of Chicago,

but actually it was Mr. Du Sable.

There are four chapters on Mr. Du Sable in your books.

I want you to read them, learn them, know them.

For tomorrow you will be richer for it.

Have a blessed day.

He was spiritual and enlightened,

in contrast to most of his peers.

He also had a great interest in history and philosophy.

I suppose that's what made him such a great writer.

He had a writing partner.

Is that a question or a comment?

Well, his name was Armageddon.

Did he ever mention him to you?

Armageddon?

No, I--I think I'd remember a name like that.

I see.

You know, it's a shame that, uh,

that such a good guy could be killed over money.

We don't know he was killed over money.

Well, it is the great motivator, isn't it?

I guess you're right.

I'll be in touch, Professor.

Oh, uh, Mr. Mcrae?

Send my condolences to his family.

No doubt.

Wassup, "B"?

You know,

we had a hundred ways of sayin' goodbye.

Later.

Holler back.

Audi 5000.

Peace. Peace out.

But we were never prepared...

to say goodbye forever.

How do you say that?

we have evidence to support a murder-suicide here.

- Time, time, time!

Hey, what's goin' on out there?

You guys are acting like you're not even teammates.

Coach, he won't pass the ball.

Listen, we don't have time for that.

This is for the championship, okay?

Rad, I want you to bring the ball up.

We got 10 seconds left.

We want a good shot, all right? Can we win it?

Let's go. Ready?

1, 2, 3, break!

Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone!

Lieutenant!

The gun was in his right hand.

So what?

He couldn't dial a phone with his right hand.

He couldn't shoot a basketball,

and he damn sure couldn't pull the trigger!

That's a good start, Rad, but I need more.

I'll be in touch.

Excuse me, Lieutenant, we have a civilian here to see you,

a Conrad Mcrae.

Thank you.

I think I wanna drop and give her 50.

I see the government is recruitin' fine these days.

And I see some things never change.

Wassup, Lieutenant? It's been a long time.

Too long.

- Should I take that personally? - I would.

Okay.

Well, then, to what do I owe the honor of your visit, Captain?

Oh, come on now. Why are you playin' me like that?

You know I miss you guys.

The camaraderie we used to have, the system,

- the fly uniforms. - Okay.

What do you really want?

I need some information about Benji Hatchet.

- Federal. - Yeah.

- You know I could get fired for this. - Oh, come on.

You know if anybody can do it, you can. I'll make it up to you.

Well, I'll do it, because I'm a fan.

I didn't know you liked rap.

- I meant a fan of yours, Conrad. - Ooh!

Does the government know you're a freak?

Okay, what exactly are we looking for?

Anything. I've been on a wild goose chase since this thing started.

Okay, it looks like his promoter bought him a limo,

he bought his mom a house,

- and he bought a gun. - Yeah.

- Okay, this is kinda strange. - What is it?

Bank statements.

See all these deposits?

They're pretty regular over the past year.

All withdrawn from the same account, all basically the same amount.

Until last month,

he makes this huge deposit from a cashier's check.

Sticks out like a sore thumb.

- Where does it come from? - Hold on a sec.

There it is. New American Music, Andre House, guarantor.

You're the best.

That's it?

Me and my girls could take the jet to Vegas.

Janet called me and said she didn't have her--

All right, go.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Wassup, man?

- Wassup, man? How you feelin'? - Good.

- Thanks for seein' me. - Oh, no problem, no problem.

So look, man, you wanted to know about this check, right?

$500,000, man.

Why?

'Cause Benji

was about to sign with New American Music

after his contract with No Freedom ran out.

That's why.

And B. Free found out about it?

Apparently so.

But, look, I had to do everything in my power to keep it from him, okay?

Because Bobby Freeman isn't exactly the type of brother

whose shit list you want to be on.

I feel you.

Now, half of Benji's royalties is goin' to a guy by the name of...

Armageddon. Right.

- You know him? - Yeah, good writer.

- What's his real name? - That I don't know.

Benji never told me.

So let me get this straight.

- B. Free finds out that you wanna sign Benji. - Yeah.

Then he figures Benji is worth more to him

dead than alive, so he kills him.

Okay.

Now tell me,

what's the deal with this Demise guy?

Demise?

Demise works for Funk U Up, man.

Funk U Up is a dummy corporation owned

by Bobby Freeman.

Demise and them were supposed to get Benji

to sign with them, but they were too stupid to pull it off.

So Benji's now dead,

Armageddon gets half of his royalties...

and all B. Free has to do is strong-arm Armageddon,

get him to sign over his half,

and he owns damn near the whole smash, man.

So I guess I gotta find this Armageddon first.

- Yeah. - Thank you.

All right, man.

Hello, Lisa?

What you got on, girl?

Wassup, this is Rad. What's goin' on?

what?

Lisa, what happened?

When I woke up, she was gone.

- She didn't leave a note or anything? - Nothin'.

- Where's your keys? - In the car.

Rad!

What do you want me to do?

Get in.

I'm tellin' you, girlfriend was just gone, straight.

- So demise worked for B. Free the whole time? - Yep.

That's why he tried to kill me.

Yeah, Venus told me about that.

So who is this Armageddon?

That's the 10 million dollar question.

I don't know, Lisa, this shit is crazy.

My best friend is dead, lady Wu-Tang kicks my ass,

the worst rapper in the history of the business tried to smoke me. I ju--

This just ain't my week. Nah.

No, you didn't, Rad.

- What're you talkin' about? - That's cold.

You tryin' to tell me you didn't know that Tracy's the manager here?

- I didn't! - You lyin'.

- I swear to God, I didn't. - I know you lyin'.

- Wassup, Trace? - Wassup, man?

Oh, man! No, you didn't!

You know you not supposed to be in here, man.

- I got a restrainin' order against you. - Yes, you do.

I'll be in the car.

Let me get the key, Trace.

What key?

Come on, man, don't play dumb with me, man. The key to Benji's room.

I don't know what you talkin' about.

- You don't know what I'm talkin' about? - No.

- You don't know what I'm talkin' about? - No.

You don't know what I'm talkin' about?

No.

- Lisa! - Okay, you talkin' about that key.

I--I thought you meant the key to life, you know. That key.

- Give me the fuckin' key, man. - Benji's key?

- Yeah, Benji's key. - Okay.

But she's supposed to stay a 100 yards away from me.

You know, there's a bird in Africa called the white top.

A beautiful bird.

It hunts smaller birds. And when it catches it,

it decapitates it.

And then it takes the bird's head

and hangs it from the branch for all to see.

You lucky this bird ain't hungry right now.

- Man, what happened to you? - Give me the surveillance tapes.

Look, I don't know what you're talkin' about.

- This ain't the time to be fuckin' with me, Tracy! - Look, man,

I'm gonna tell you just like I told those detectives.

The tapes was gone before the police even got here.

- Tracy. - Hmm?

Breathe.

Whatever he said, he's lyin'.

I didn't know shit about them midgets.

Remind me to bring that up later.

But for right now, I need you to run this invoice I found.

- What's it for? - It's for a shipment of CDs.

Benji was in the music industry, Rad.

I know that, Lisa. But look at the total.

- Oh! - That's a lot of money for 250 records.

$52,000?

Okay, I'm on it.

So what are you gonna do?

- I'm about to pay a visit to a little friend. - Uh-oh.

- Take this. - What is it?

It's me lookin' out for your back.

- You call me if you need me, okay? - Nope.

Be careful.

- No doubt. - All right.

8619 Lankershim.

Hmm. This is it?

This isn't Funk U Up records.

Lady Wu-Tang kicks my ass...

Hey, Rad, this is Lisa.

The address is fake.

I've got a lead that I'm following. I'll fill you in later.

I'm Tammy Wong.

Here's a sample of what we do.

- Oh, shit.

Come on, baby.

I know my C.D. Player's workin'.

Oh, my God!

Baby...

I've gotta go.

I gotta tell you something.

I'm pregnant.

You can't have that baby, baby.

I got a woman.

So?

I love you.

Oh, okay.

You know what? Just let me think about this for a second.

Are you seriously tryin' to tell me

you think Ginger's finer than Mary Ann? Are you fuckin' stupid?

What the fuck was that?

Hey, man, why don't you go see if the window's open?

It might be them damn mosquitoes again.

Yeah, that's probably what it was.

Got a million dollars, but you can't keep the bugs out.

Ah, there we go.

- Damn, man! - Damn!

- Ugh! - What the fuck is this?

Uh,

I don't know what I'm thinkin',

but I wanna ask you if

you wanna give me a massage.

Yes, I do.

Yeah, all right!

- Yeah. - Yeah, I saw the way you was lookin' at me, boy.

- I was like, yeah! - Yeah! Yeah!

Ooh! Ooh, them soft.

Them shoulders is soft, man.

- Like my tats? - I like them tats, too.

- Yeah. - Make me feel like a man!

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck it.

What was that? 9?

No, that shit sound like a .45 Grizzly.

- Fuck them guns. - You know what I'm saying?

We are into non-violence tonight.

- Ah, you feelin' me? - Oh, yeah.

I'm feelin' you.

Rad!

Wait right here.

I love you.

Go! Go!

Do it, daddy!

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Aw, hell, no.

- You nervous? - Hell yes.

Yes.

- Pull your shit down... - Oh...

Go get B. Bring him back here.

- He might want some. - That's right.

Too late!

- You okay? - Oh, shit. Yeah.

Is your ass hot, too?

- Hell yeah! - Come on.

Are you okay?

What are you doin'?

It's just I feel like you're Benji's guardian angel.

And I feel like you're mine, too.

How'd they get you?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I left Lisa's because I wanted to help and...

Shit.

I guess they were following me or something.

Fuck.

What is it?

I don't know. But it's Lisa, though.

I don't get it.

I do.

Benji's pager.

It's Armageddon.

- What? - I gotta go.

All right. Take this.

You know how to use one of these?

- No. - Just point and shoot.

Okay.

- All right? - All right.

Lock the door.

I got to Armageddon before you did, Rad.

If you want to see him alive,

warehouse, Pier 27 at 6:00 A.M.

I'll give you what you want, you give me that tape.

Oh, yeah, this tape is blowin' in ten. Out.

Blackie Chan up in this motherfucker.

Fuckin' door was open!

Where's Armageddon?

Where're my tapes?

My nuts is clean.

No, they're not.

Ass wipe.

Go check it out.

Where's Armageddon?

- I hope you ain't tryin' to get smart with me, Rad.

Make a few copies for the boys down at the squad room.

No time.

And there ain't no cops outside waitin' on me, right?

You destroyed the evidence.

That was smooth, wasn't it?

I mean, you got to give me that.

But I tell you, if you're lyin',

he's dead.

I feel you. Now what?

Just so we clear. I mean, you know, just so we clear.

I tell you...

you really should be workin' for me, Rad.

- I mean, we'll make a hell of a team. - Fuck you!

You kill my best friend and you want me to become your partner?

Rad, Rad, Rad, Rad, Rad.

You still think this is about record sales, huh?

Maybe.

Maybe it's about heroin.

That's your real business, right?

Imprintin' heroin on CDs?

Sellin' heroin on CDs makes this whole thing legal for you,

don't it, B. Free?

Now you got accountant records and everything. Whoo.

You see the beauty of the whole thing?

You supply to the entire West Coast

and nobody thinks a thing.

His shit was hot.

Until I took out your main supplier.

Tommy!

Those dogs were doin' pretty good until you came along.

Almost fucked up my whole operation.

Look like she gettin' ready to whup your ass, my brother.

My momma always taught me to never hit a woman.

But, bitch, you ain't got your papers.

And I'm about to fuck you up.

I need to ask you one question before I take you in.

Why'd you do it?

So we're back to this, huh?

Why I killed Benji?

You're smart, Rad. I'll give you that.

See, I knew,

if you took the case,

that got your little emotions involved,

the last thing you would be thinkin' about was drugs!

Benji's dead for one reason

and one reason only!

'Cause he was your friend.

- Shut up.

Nice and easy, Aaron Neville.

It's good. That's the tape.

Good man.

Just out of curiosity, Rad,

did you ever look at the tape?

Yep.

And what did you see?

I saw you leavin' the scene of the crime.

Oh, you did?

So you're positive I killed Benji?

You tell me.

I would,

but then that would ruin the other surprise.

What the hell is this?

You don't even know, do you?

This is Armageddon.

What, you don't believe me?

Rap, motherfucker!

I got bitches on my dick 'cause I rock the hits,

drive the whips, stack the chips,

I'm a professor of philosophy,

of sexual ferocity and your big black ass is history.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

See?

Change up a few things,

add a sample or two,

and you got a...

hit!

Drop the gun, B.

No, motherfucker.

I think you got it wrong.

I think you the motherfucker need to drop the gun.

Bet you didn't see this one comin'.

Venus, what are you-- what are you doin'?

I should get an Oscar for that acting job.

I mean, the tears, and, oh, I was crying and--

Oh, baby, I think he was startin' to fall for me a little bit.

Aw!

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

So what're you gonna do?

If you pull that trigger, he dies.

And so do you.

You know, I actually can't believe you made it this far.

It's too bad, so sad, I can't say the same for Lisa.

What about Lisa?

Caught that bitch slippin' outside her garage.

I shot her.

Two shots. Point-blank range.

Pulled the trigger on Benji, too, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

But that was easy.

I fuckin' hate rap.

See?

I told you, Rad...

I ain't no killer.

I'm a businessman.

But this bitch right here?

Oh, this bitch is crazy.

- I thought you loved him. - Loved him!

Baby, I didn't even fuckin' know him.

- What? - Oh, gosh.

Where did you get your P.I. license?

In a cereal box?

Bring her in.

Rad?

Venus, this is Rad.

Baby, what you doin'?

Let me break it down for you.

With you gone, I can run the whole show

and the Asians will deal directly with me,

so I just don't think

there's any room for you anymore.

Bitch, you done lost your motherfuckin' mind.

Oh, shit.

Aw, look. I'm sorry.

I'm fuckin' with you.

Rad?

Why are you running?!

Come out, it's your turn. Take it like a fucking man.

Now look at this shit.

Big, bad Rad just killed an innocent man.

Get out here!

Nobody ever had to look for me.

- You messin' with the wrong cat now. - Shit!

You havin' a party without me?

Fuck, I knew I should have checked your vitals, gadget-bitch.

Woulda, shoulda, coulda, bitch.

Follow my lead.

Better know what you're talkin' about.

See, that's smart.

See, now, that was easy.

I just wanted to have a good view, that's all.

- View for what? - This.

Whoo!

Sometimes P.M.S. Can blow your mind.

That little slut shot me twice when I wasn't lookin'.

She knocked me out for a little bit but that was all right.

It gave me a chance to try out my new bulletproof vest.

It was somethin' about her ass.

Never trusted her.

Woman's instinct.

How the hell did you get a bomb on her?

Girls borrow stuff from each other all the time.

- Not the--- - Tampons.

- What? - I'm done with you.

I told you they would work.

What we got here?

Oh, hey.

- You all right? - Yeah.

How'd you like my flow?

Conrad. Um...

I don't know what to say.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Anything she needs, okay?

Thank you.

I'll be in touch.

Is it over? Yep.

- Yeah? Did we win? - At the buzzer.

Why did you shoot me?

It was the only way I could save you.

- Don't worry, I didn't hit anything important.

Ah. Thanks, Rad.

Save your strength, you're gonna need it later.

Benji would be very proud.

Hey, man, I'm just doin' my job.

Right.

To the Batcave, Alfred.

I'm a professor of philosophy, of sexual veracity

'Cause I rock the hits...

So what now?

Well, I got a championship at the Y in a couple of hours--

- I mean, right now. - Hey, Conrad!

Thanks.

Ain't nothin' to talk about.

See you later.

Hey! Lisa.

Uh, I'm catchin' a cramp in my leg and my hand.

Do you know-- know how to ride one of these things?

Of course I do.

Question is, do you know how to ride one of these?

- Ooh! - Ha-ha!

I can't believe you still doin' that high school shit.

Catchin' a cramp.

- Yeah, but it works. - Ah.

I prefer a stick, but I guess this'll do.

- Hop on.

- Tryin'. - Get your--

All right.

- Eight seconds.

I'm up here. Go get 'em.

- Okay, eight seconds. - Nice of you to show up.

Look here, this is what we're gonna do.

Kyle, I need you to bring the ball up.

J.R., I need you to set a pick right here on the free-throw line.

Randall, I need you to come around, come off this screen.

Kyle, I need you to give him a good pass.

Boom! We win the game, okay?

Coach, I've been off today and Kyle's been fillin' it up.

Why don't I bring up the ball and he run off the pick?

All right, you guys swap positions.

Now, Randall, I need you to give him a good pass, okay?

- Done. - All right, good.

On three, together!

One, two, three, together!

Let's go.

Come on, come on.

You can do this, make me proud.

Make me proud. Make me proud! Come on, now.

Randall, I need you to make that good pass for me!

The ball-hoggin' coach

won a championship for the Y.

Yeah.

That's right.

Brought you a little somethin'.

'Cause as long as there's a me,

there's a you.