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HAZE: The fuck you think
was gonna happen?

-Jah robbed the nigga.
-(GUNSHOTS)

RAEKWON: Everybody loved Jah Son.
Everybody.

-What up, nigga?
-(CROWD GASPS)

Why you coming at me like that?
You know Jah was my man too!

Tell Cressy we'd rather starve
than to fuck with y'all niggas.

You and D just burned
that bridge with Haze, right?

Couldn't put out
for another key anyway.

Lost all our shit in the fire.

POWER: It ain't about
taking out a single enemy.

It's about taking out
the entire competition.

Yo, the money? Nothing?

-(SIRENS APPROACHING)
-Fuck!

BOBBY: All that money's
going towards that lawyer.

If I can argue that it's for personal use,
you'll get a lighter sentence.

I ain't no goddamn crackhead.

You are going to admit
to being the biggest crackhead

if it means
you get to come home.

Why don't make music
with my brother anymore?

DENNIS: Yo, I'm out here
putting in work.

It look like I got time
to be messing with all that?

-MAN: Rap battle, son.
-$5,000.

Surprised to see your ass, nigga.

You know I'm just trying
to snatch that cake, know what I mean?

That's to get your brother out.

DARIUS: Does Bobby know
you're fucking his sister?

(LAUGHS)

(BRAKES HISS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

GIRL: Hey, y'all.
TANAKA: What's up?

GIRL: Girl, I like your skirt.

MAN: Hey, yo.

Damn, y'all looking
fine as hell today.

You know you wanna
give me that number.

TANAKA: Ain't nobody
gonna give you shit.

MAN: Come on,
why you gotta be like that?

Because numbers lead
to fucking,

and you ain't ready
for all of this.

MAN: Oh, really?

Why don't you just give me them digits
and we could find out?

-Unless you scared.
-TANAKA: "Scared"?

Boy, if I gave you a piece of this,
you'd lose your mind.

(BRAKES HISSING)

-I'ma call you.
-Oh, yeah?

-TANAKA: Nah.
-(GIRLS LAUGHING)

-He ain't shit.
-GIRL: He cute, though.

TANAKA: "Cute"?
Nah, he fine as hell.

Been trying to get up in me
for I don't know how long.

For real?

TANAKA: I might let him in
once or twice at the prom.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

TANAKA: What?

I'm too loud for you?

Can't concentrate on your book?

(SCOFFS) This bitch on
some preppy white girl shit.

Reading Little Women.

Well, the back of the bus
is for niggas.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

You right about that.

Oh, so you a smart-ass bitch?

I don't think you know
who you fucking with.

I'm fucking with some bitch
who gonna let that nigga

slide up in her
"once or twice at prom,"

end up with his baby,

and then two months later,
he gonna end up in jail

while she end up riding
the back of this bus

for the rest of her life.

(SOFT POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)

-(KNOCKING)
-Yo, it's Dennis.

Hey, you know
I can see you, right?

Divine ain't here yet.

Yeah, well, he told me
to meet him here.

So I'm supposed to wait outside?

Come on, it's baking out here.

(SIGHS)

I got seven minutes of quiet

before Hurricane Randy
gets here, so shh.

-Yo, chill, I'll be quiet.
-(SIGHS)

What you got?
Like, homework or something?

Geometry quiz tomorrow.

Well, maybe I could help you.

You know, I be knowing
triangles and shit.

(SNIFFS) "Circumference"?

Yo, ain't that
what the Jews be getting?

(PENCIL SLAPS DOWN)

DENNIS: Hey, yo, what's good with the TV?

That's just 'cause
it's hooked up to the VCR.

When Randy gets home, he likes
to watch his Voltron and Speed Racer.

Yeah, my brothers be the same way.

(SNIFFS)

Yo, Shaolin versus Wu Tang?

Yo, this my shit right here.

I been trying...
I been trying to rent this

from the video store
for, like, months now.

Yeah, my brother
ain't giving that one back.

-DENNIS: Yo, let me borrow it.
-That's Bobby's.

Bobby gonna let me borrow it.

-Yo, what up, Randy?
-'Sup?

-How's school?
-Good.

DENNIS: Oh... (MURMURS)

You spill it,
you watch it from the kitchen.

Ain't nobody gonna spill nothing.

(SUCKS TEETH) Okay.

(SIGHS)

(ITEMS SHUFFLING, CLATTERING)

Rie, fix me something to eat.

And put ice in my drink.
The heat's killing me already.

Yo, what up?

DIVINE: I was just with Power.

Me and him... (SIGHS) we done.

Hey, yo, what you mean y'all done?

We ain't working together no more.

Yo, but, son...

I don't want to speak on it.
Not now.

I need you to be
my right-hand man now, D.

I got you.

It's nothing.

(HANDS SLAP)

(CHUCKLES)

Helps if you scrape the food
off the plate, Vine.

I'm putting it in the sink.
What else do you want?

SHURRIE: If you don't scrape it,
then we got bugs.

DIVINE: Hey, yo, just leave it.

Come on, I'm dragging your ass
out in the heat.

Yo, let's go!

(SOFT POP MUSIC PLAYING)

SHURRIE: (LAUGHS) Uh-uh.

Not in here.

My brother only smokes
in the basement.

Yo.

-"Yo."
-(LAUGHS)

-(MURMURS)
-Mmm-hmm.

What would Vine and Bobby think?

Me being here with you.

I don't know.

You wanna tell them?

Why not?

(LAUGHS) Boy, stop being stupid.

(DENNIS SNIFFS)

I heard you were great
at the Park Villa last week.

Yeah, well, I lost, so...

-SHURRIE: That's not the point.
-Then what's the point?

Hey, yo, wouldn't you...
wouldn't you rather

be with a dude
that's more like you?

Into books and shit?

If I was, I would be.

Come on.

We gotta get up.

(SIGHS)

(METAL CLANGS)

LINDA: I'm tired, Divine.

Tired of paying
for collect phone calls.

Tired of paying
for your lawyer.

Driving across town
just to see my son,

who could take a plea deal.

It's not just you up in here.

It's us.

Your family.

Once you realize that...

maybe you do the right thing.

(SIGHS)

I'll take the deal.

All done here.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DIVINE SNIFFLES)

-(BUZZER)
-(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

FIVE PERCENTER: 'Cause you got
to understand everything in life,

'cause everything in life
is a purpose.

A man must obtain knowledge
of himself

in order to survive here
in the wilderness of North America.

He must know his ledge
before he falls off the edge

into the pits of this civilization.

Black people
are the original people

and father of civilization,

and we out living
other than our what?

Self!

Hey!

Stop ringing that damn bell of Nimrod.

The brother's trying to teach.

Yo, Rakeem!

CHESS PLAYER: Need some help,
young blood?

BOBBY: No, I'm good.

FIVE PERCENTER:
Get your mind together right.

You know, I've had this tie
since I was... eight years old.

(GRUNTS)
I still can't get it right.

-So why you trying now?
-BOBBY: Applying for jobs.

I need money, and this seems
to be the place to be.

Sure is.

For this, that, and the other.

Looks to me like you got a whole
lotta weight on your spirit.

But there ain't gonna be
no excuse

for the ass-whipping
I'm about to lay on you.

-(CLICKS)
-(LAUGHS)

BOBBY: I just got an ass-whooping
at this battle.

If I would have won,
I would have been on course.

I wouldn't be sitting here
tying this fucking noose around my neck.

CHESS PLAYER:
Well, let me tell you something.

The reason why most people lose

is because they can't see
the win right in front of them.

Your move!

(TV PLAYING IN BACKGROUND)

-Mmm-hmm.
-(CHUCKLES)

-(SLURPS)
-(LIQUID SPLASHES)

(HISSES THROUGH TEETH)

Can you, uh,
hand me the butter?

Hey, Bobby.

Hey. What up, Dennis?

-Yo, what up?
-What you doing here?

So I was, uh,
brainstorming some ways

for us to make some dough.

I wanted to run
some ideas past you

before we both run out
of food in the fridge.

And I said he might as well
stay for dinner, so...

All right.

Smells good.

Is Mommy gonna be here
for dinner?

Nah, she working a double tonight.

-Randy, you ready to eat?
-After my show!

BOBBY: Yo.

So, uh, I figured out a way
for us to make some money.

What?

You know how them
Wall Street cats

be coming up to me in the park
asking me for weed?

(SCOFFS) Crack-ass crackers.

Yo, consistently copping, right?

And the Jakes don't be around
stopping shit.

-And?
-We gotta get in on that.

Wait, what? (LAUGHS)

That's the hustle we need.

It's foolproof.

No 5-0, no real comp.

Your shit is stress-free.

Way fucking easier
than moving blue tops.

Literally a walk in the park.

SHURRIE: Better be rinsing
that dish off.

(BOBBY SCOFFS)

Hey, yo, I don't know, son.

I think we need to talk to Vine first
and see what he think.

What? Man...

wasn't you the one
who told me Vine ain't here.

We in charge now.

All right.

(CLEARS THROAT)
You been brainstorming,

so let's hear what you got.

Nah, nah, nah.

I... I mean, your idea
is more thought-out, but...

it could work.

But, yo, how we gonna get the money
to buy the weed?

(HEAVY RAP MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

DENNIS: What up, Momma?

I can already tell
you niggas want something.

Hey, you ain't even
gotta do nothing, all right?

We just need a extra couple rolls of film.

Uh-uh. See?

I tried to be nice once
and now y'all trying to take advantage.

Yo, look, we assed out, all right?

We just sold my brother's car.
We ain't got no money.

I said no.

BOBBY: (CLICKS TONGUE)
Hey, where's Shotgun at?

I don't know.

Something happened with the forklift.

He messed up his ankle.
He ain't been back since.

Fuck this shit, we'll find
another way to get the weed.

Did you say "weed"?

BOBBY: Thanks for all
this film, Momma.

Thank you.

DENNIS: How much
you paying wholesale?

We giving it to you
for half of that.

(SINGING)
Engine, engine number nine

Got a couple extra
I need to get rid of.

Thank you.

Get me back on time

Come on, move on down

DENNIS: Hey, yo.

Keep that steam
coming out the stack

How much you gonna give me
for it?

Keep on moving
Keep on moving

All right.

Ow!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MUZAK PLAYING IN BACKGROUND)

This one is for good fortune,

and that one is for prosperity.

(MAN WHISTLES)

Hey, yo, what the hell is this?

It's supposed to be a quarter.

That's none of that rabbit feed, papi.

That's stronger.

That got more of that, uh...
(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)
THC.

-That's right, THC.
-Yo, whatever, son.

We... we ain't paying you
all of this for this.

Then don't.

All right.

(MONEY RUSTLING)

Hey, yo, let me get
one of them money joints.

And a lucky one, too.

(CAT MEOWS)

This shit better be lucky.

If Power disrespects you,
he disrespects me.

-I'm your right hand.
-DIVINE: You buggin'.

He didn't disrespect.

Me and Power had a disagreement.

It's business.

We get Stapleton, he gets Park Hill.

Hey, yo, fuck what he get.

Son, if he ain't with us,
he against us.

know what I mean?

I'm repping for the team.

Not everything needs
to be a contact sport, D.

Leave Power alone.

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

DENNIS: Fine.

I won't touch him.

That's my word.

(TV PLAYING)

-DARREN: Mmm!
-Mmm, what you want, baby?

-Want some water?
-DARREN: Mmm-mmm.

ANN: What you need?

DARREN: Mmm. Mmm-mmm.

-This?
-Mmm-mmm.

-What?
-DARREN: Mmm. Mmm.

ANN: Come on, spit it out.

MAN ON TV: Wasn't strong enough.

But...

I can't take much more of this shit.

WOMAN ON TV:
What did you say, Dustin?

(DOOR SLAMS)

(SIGHS)

WOMAN: Good morning, Ramona.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

WOMAN: How are you today?

DARIUS: (STAMMERING) Hey, Bobby.

What up, little man?

Hey, yo, there'd better be
more weed in there,

'cause we ain't gonna
make nothing

off that skimpy shit
we just copped.

We on our last box of oatmeal, yo.

It ain't weed,

but it's gonna have to do.

Nigga, tea?

We cut the weed with it.

Those white boys
won't know the difference.

Hey, yo.

What's up?

STOCKBROKER: What's up?

BOBBY: You still looking for
what you was looking for?

I am.

(FIVE PERCENTER
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

FIVE PERCENTER: I'm not standing here
because I wanna yell!

I'm not standing here
because I want to fight!

I stand here
because it's my duty

to teach the dumb,
deaf, and blind.

They taught you that
heaven was above your head

and you must die to reach it!

We say,
heaven is what you make it

and hell is what you got
to go through!

So you don't have to die
to see heaven...

When you could have a piece
of your heaven

right here on Earth while you living!

STOCKBROKER:
Nah, keep the change.

FIVE PERCENTER:
And I follow. So I follow.

I follow the scientists,
and I do solemnly employ that.

Do you understand?

So we can see the truth,
and be not a product...

of the enslavement
of the original man.

Do what you deserve.

(RECORD SCRATCHING)

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS)

(HISSES THROUGH TEETH)

Whassup?

-What up, son?
-Yo.

-How shit moving out there?
-Shit's bubbling, son.

-(BOTH LAUGH)
-Yo, we keep catching like this,

we looking at like ten a day.

Shit, yo, you brought
the summer whip out.

Yeah, man.
Well, you know, son.

But listen,
on your next bag up, right?

I want strictly dimes. No nicks.

You know what I'm saying?

With no other
competition out there,

fiends ain't gonna have no
choice but to cop, you feel me?

-That's real.
-POWER: Yeah.

-All right.
-(LAUGHS)

-(GRUNTS)
-Wait here?

Nah, nigga, do you.

-What that mean?
-(LAUGHS)

This ride is yours.

Christmas came early, my nigga.

RAEKWON: Hold on, what...

Yo!

-(KEYS JINGLE)
-(MUSIC STOPS)

Son! (LAUGHING)

(WHOOPS AND LAUGHS)

(MUFFLED MELLOW MUSIC
PLAYING THROUGH HEADPHONES)

(LAUGHS)

What's that?

It's the fucking key to the city.

Got the whip outside,
you know what I mean?

Let's take a joyride.
Go get some honeys.

I can't, man.
I'm working on this beat.

That fucking battle
got me all fucked up.

Yo, son...

-Really trying to, you know, step it up.
-Forget all that.

Forget all that. You... I'm telling you,
I got the Benz outside right now,

and you over here still talking
about battles, kid?

Come on, man. Let's go.

(SCOFFS)

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

You hear that shit?

You telling me that you not
trying to hop on this beat?

I hear your voice
all over this shit, nigga.

Nah, I'm good, son.
I'm good, I'm good.

All right.

Yeah.

Maybe another time, then?

Yeah, maybe. Maybe.

All right, enjoy that shit.

-(CLICK)
-(MUSIC PLAYING THROUGH HEADPHONES)

(SINGING) Hello, there

Merry Christmas again...

RANDY: More makeup?
WOMAN: Oh, hush.

I have clients that would kill
for those lashes.

SHURRIE: Randy, who you
bring up in this house?

Auntie Laurie! (LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You staying for Christmas?

Yes, it was a last-minute thing!

-Yes!
-Oh, my God, look at you.

-How are you, sweetie?
-(GROANS)

Your mama still treating you
like a field slave?

-You have no idea.
-Well, just relax, okay?

-You'll be paroled soon enough.
-Mmm.

College next year, right?

What are you studying? Theater?

Where'd you come up with that?

Oh, honey, I remember
like it was yesterday.

You performing for the whole family
for the holidays.

I mean, now, half your audience
was high or drunk,

but I saw a star, even back then.

I don't remember any of that.

Okay, you used to rustle through
your mama's closet pulling out clothes,

dressing up your brothers
for parts you wanted to cast them in.

Okay, you even got Divine's
serious ass in a dress.

-(LAUGHS)
-Oh, yeah!

(LAUGHING)

LAURIE: Oh, I wish I had my Polaroid.

I do remember that.

-Oh, man.
-(SIGHS)

Mmm, The Good Earth.

How is that?

I saw that movie
when I was in Detroit.

-I like it.
-Gotcha.

You know, Detroit's a hard city.

I mean, but it's a great city.

Got stabbed the last time I was there,

but fuck if I ain't get the last laugh.

Bitch ain't never gonna
do the Cabbage Patch again.

You were stabbed?

D-town, that's your city.

SHURRIE: I would love to go
to the Motown Museum.

To walk those same streets
as Berry Gordy.

Ooh, I miss Motown.

Damn sure better than today's music.

Nasty-ass nursery rhymes on top
of somebody else's song.

-There's some good stuff.
-LAURIE: Mmm.

Well, Detroit is your city.

You'll get there.

You got that same run
in your eyes that I got.

Once that got you,
ain't nothing holding you down.

-We'll see.
-Y'all done yet?

LAURIE: I'm done when I'm done.

-Hey, Miss Gloria.
-How you doing, baby?

I'm chilling, I'm chilling.

Get out of the street!

I got snacks upstairs.

-How's your mama?
-She doing all right.

I just wanted to give her
a bit of a break, know what I mean?

-Lord knows she needs it.
-(SCOFFS) Yeah.

Y'all excited to go to the zoo?

We... already... in a zoo.

-(COUGHS)
-You.

This one crazy right here.
Thank you again.

-Anytime.
-Yeah, and make sure...

-make sure they get some snacks.
-Okay.

-All of the kids.
-Well, thank you, baby.

-God bless your heart.
-No problem.

(GLORIA LAUGHS)

Be good, all right?

GLORIA: Didn't I tell you?
You'd better not go in that street.

(DENNIS GRUNTS)

(BLUESY MUSIC OVER SPEAKERS)

(SINGING)
I gotta get myself together

I've gotta get through
this stormy weather

(DOOR OPENS)

I've got to get away

Oh, yeah,
I've got to get away...

Hmm.

You redecorating in here or something?

What's going on?

What you think? (LAUGHS)

It's nice.

Look... look what I got you.

Oh, my God.

(LAUGHS)

Ooh...

Just like in the commercial.

(SNIFFS)

I already ran your bath, so...

it's ready for bubbles.

I know I haven't made it
an easy ride for y'all.

It's okay.

ANN: But when I look
at my Dennis...

I know I did something right.

"Take me away."

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

...I just got to
I got to get outta here now...

(CHUCKLES)

LAURIE: Girl, and then
they started shooting.

But it was just a .22, so
wasn't nobody scared, though.

-Now, had it been a .44...
-(DOOR CLOSES)

who's that coming in?

Laurie?

-Oh, my God!
-(LAURIE GIGGLING)

Ooh!

Why didn't you tell me
you were coming?

Oh, I would have...
I would have gotten a bed ready.

No, don't worry about it. You know,
I'm staying with a friend anyway.

-Thank God.
-LAURIE: Mmm?

What's his name, this time?

-What you mean, "this time"?
-(LAUGHING)

Oh...

-Ooh.
-Hi, Mama.

-All right.
-What did she do to you?

-(LAURIE LAUGHS)
-LINDA: What did you do?

So he's taking the plea deal?

Mmm-hmm, that's what he said.

Hmm.

Only took an ass-whooping
till he came around.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Yeah, well, you know,

Black men don't have
many options out here,

so, you know, they stuck
in the stereotype.

Well, you still got time to get
your little Randy on the right course.

Ugh, that boy worry me too.

See too much of his father in him.

Y'all talk?

Jerome? I hear from him.

Anytime his Black ass need money.
(CHUCKLES)

LAURIE: Yeah, right.
That's Jerome for you.

Him and ain't none
of his people worth a damn.

Voted the most
undependable niggas

from the Undependable Nigga
Association of America.

I just think you deserve
better than that, sis.

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY
OVER SPEAKERS)

Man's trying his best.

LAURIE: Well, that's the difference.

He's trying. You're doing.

Trust me when I tell you,
a mama-less man

ain't worth a quarter to nobody.

(SINGING)
Last night, the night before

Jump back, baby, jump back...

-SHURRIE: Whoo!
-(LAURIE GIGGLING)

Jump back, baby, jump back

I got up and let him in

Jump back, baby, jump back

Hit him in the head with a rolling pin

Jump back, baby, jump back

Billy goat kicked his pappy down...

LAURIE: Whoo, whoo-whoo!

LINDA: Get it, baby. Go on.

Now I lay me
down to sleep...

(LAUGHING)

-BOBBY: What is this?
-(LINDA LAUGHS)

We just about to go
get something to eat.

-You boys wanna come?
-BOBBY: No, I think we good.

Me and Dennis about to go
and handle something.

All right. Let me change.

-Let me change.
-(DENNIS CHUCKLING)

-LINDA: Yeah!
-(LAUGHING)

DENNIS: She crazy.

LAURIE: So... (PANTING)

How long have you two
been a thing?

(CHUCKLES)

(UTENSIL SCRAPING DISH)

Thanks.

DENNIS: Nah, thank you. (SNIFFS)

For the food.

For always holding it down.

-(CHUCKLES)
-DIVINE: Yo, D.

(SOFT POP PLAYING ON RADIO)

(SINGING)
Can I kiss you one more time

And change your mind

While it's summertime

FIVE PERCENTER:
Like you're dumb, deaf, and blind.

-Like you don't have a care...
-BOBBY: Hey, thanks a lot, man.

Yo, yo, my son.

(FIVE PERCENTER
CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND)

-You've been busy.
-Hey, who you telling?

Yo, these cats gonna dry me out.

Yo, and they paying three times the cost.

And didn't even have to wear a tie.

Hey, I sell what I sell,
and they sell what they sell.

Both pay the rent.

It's all green
at the end of the day, right?

-Got time for a game?
-BOBBY: Yeah.

But I'm feeling good today.
You might not have a chance.

CHESS PLAYER:
Long as I'm above ground,

I got a chance.

FIVE PERCENTER: Nobody can understand
these things but you.

So we got to understand
all these things that come to pass.

That we all are here together
for one common cause,

for each other.

All we got is each other!

We ain't have nothing else
out here.

So rise and raise yourself
from the dead, and people say...

(LAUGHS)

FIVE PERCENTER:
No, I'm not brainwashed!

I'm out here cleansing their...

BOBBY: Shit.

CHESS PLAYER: That's what happens

when you step away for too long.

The mind falters.

BOBBY: It's them damn Five Percenters
always running they mouths,

talking all that gibberish
around Manhattan.

It's throwing off my focus.

CHESS PLAYER:
Well, maybe you should listen.

When it comes to religion,
there's some that believe

that it's all about the fear of death.

That man created fairytales
to calm the ego,

tell you that
there's more to it than this.

A pawn behaves like a pawn

because it believes
it's a pawn.

FIVE PERCENTER: And you must...

CHESS PLAYER: A king rules
because he commands power.

Both are aspects of the mind.

The world will tell the Black man...

-So don't be a product!
-CHESS PLAYER: He's a pawn.

Of their slavery!

The white man, he's a king.

FIVE PERCENTER: Be what you deserve!

CHESS PLAYER:
But those gentlemen over there?

They tell you... that you're the player

and that you move the pieces.

That you're God.

FIVE PERCENTER:
You're living right here today.

So understand your powers and
understand your existence...

MONK ON TV: The five flavors
dull the taste.

The five tones
deafen every ear.

The five colors,
they all blind the eye.

But they do not pass.

They are all eternal.

-All things come to us...
-BOBBY: Hey, yo.

MONK: Without

-that...
-(CLICK)

Hey, yo,
why you pausing shit, fam?

Y'all heard
what that nigga just said?

The five colors blind the eyes.

The five tones deafen the ears.
That shit is crazy, right?

Come on, son.

And when the fuck you start listening
to what these niggas are saying?

Fast forward to the action,
you know what I'm saying?

BOBBY: No, yo, look,
I've seen the fights

in this flick about a hundred times.

What that old monk just said?
That shit was profound.

Yo, that shit was kind of deep.

Nigga, pussy's deep.

DENNIS: Mmm-hmm.

Hey, yo, you smoking too much
of the comfrey shit, B.

Make you think like them
Buddha heads or some shit.

Damn, son.

Warn a nigga before you go
all bright light on us.

Fuck are you? A gremlin, nigga?

-Yeah, nigga, Gizmo.
-Yo, you stupid, son.

(MELLOW TUNE PLAYING
SOFTLY OVER SPEAKERS)

-(CLICK)
-(MUSIC PLAYING LOUDER)

I think that tone just deafened my ears.

-Word.
-BOBBY: Hell yeah, nigga.

Man, I told y'all.

That shit was fucking
inspirational, right?

-ASON: Word.
-Does sound kind of right.

Yeah.

(RAPPING)
Right, uh, uh, uh.

Look, look, ask who the illest
And they saying Ason

Dance with me, baby
Girl, they playing our song

If anyone try
And doing me wrong

They gonna make me have to get up
in they ass like a thong

I keep it dirty to the core
Rhymes galore

Everything raw,
sharp like the tiger's claws

I'm dropping bombs
like I'm going to war

-With a one-one, two-two, three-three...
-BOTH: Four

Hell, yeah, nigga.

Yeah, and then your ass,
you come in next,

and you hop on the second verse,
you know what I'm saying?

DENNIS: Hey, yo, I'm out.

What?

Where you going, nigga?

You ain't trying to lay down a verse?

I know you was feeling it

when them shorties
was clapping for you at the Villa.

Hey, yo, as long as my gun clap,
I ain't gotta rap.

-(RAPPING MOCKINGLY)
-(LAUGHS)

Yo...

(HUMMING SOFTLY)

(DISTANT VOICES)

(DOGS BARKING)

(WATER TRICKLING)

Oh, shit! No, no, no!

Ma, Ma!

Mama, no, no! (HYPERVENTILATING)

No, no.

No, shit.

(WHIMPERING) No, Ma.

Ma, Ma! Ma! Ma!

LAURIE: So this guy on that shit.
Drunk as a skunk, probably.

Who knows what else.

I swear to God, he thought
I was Debbie Allen.

(LAUGHS) What did you do?

-I smacked his ass.
-What?

-What's wrong with Debbie Allen?
-Oh, I love Debbie Allen.

I smacked his ass 'cause I heard him
run that same shit to my girlfriend

-five minutes earlier.
-(BOTH LAUGHING)

Drunk-ass white boy
couldn't tell the difference

between three
different Black women.

So he's attracted
to Black women.

Okay, I don't need my man
attracted to Black women.

I need him attracted to me.

-Mmm!
-(BOTH LAUGH)

LAURIE: Beautiful.

So, beautiful,
what do you think?

Oh, my gosh. I love it!

(BOTH LAUGH)

Not too dark for me, right?

Honey, you are only allowed

to say if you like
the color or not, okay?

Okay.

LAURIE: All right, now wait a minute.
I need to get another brush.

(SHURRIE LAUGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

I got it.

-Diggs house.
-DENNIS: Yo, Rie.

-I need you.
-Dennis?

What's wrong?

My mom, she, like...
She got fucked up, all right?

She... she in an ambulance
right now.

I... I need you to take care
of Darius and Darren.

I'm gonna leave the door unlocked,
'cause I gotta go.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

(PHONE BEEPS)

I'm sorry.

I have to go.

-(SIGHS)
-That's okay, sweetie.

Go take care of your man.

Just make sure that you take care
of yourself too, all right?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS)

Oh, my God.

Oh, baby, you look beautiful.

-Thanks.
-LINDA: But where you off to?

Um, just to take this fabulous
new look out for a walk.

(LINDA LAUGHS)

LAURIE: You know, just a little
auntie-niece bonding time.

-(GIGGLES)
-Well, all right.

Bye, sis!

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

MONK ON TV: You'll find me, huh?

Is...

my mother...

gonna die?

Listen, uh-uh.

Don't say things like that.

MONK: And who are you?

(CONVERSATION CONTINUES ON TV)

DARREN: Mmm!

(VOCALIZES)

(TV CONTINUES PLAYING)

(SOBS)

DENNIS: You look beautiful.

Oh, thanks.

This might be the first time I see you
without a book in your hand.

-(LAUGHS)
-You're, like, always reading.

Yeah, I've been trying
to look up more.

Watch where I'm stepping.

Mama says I'm gonna trip
if I don't watch where I'm going, so...

See, I always look down when I walk.

Never reading and still be tripping.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Yeah, but you be reading, like,
Moby Dick and shit.

SHURRIE: Mmm-hmm.

I could barely get through Dr. Seuss.

SHURRIE: (LAUGHS) Hold on.

Some of them Dr. Seuss words is hard.

DENNIS: Yeah, and some
of them shits ain't real.

-Fuck is a "spagoodle..."?
-(LAUGHS)

"Mamoodle shadoodle baboodle"?

(LAUGHS)

(SHURRIE SIGHS)

This you?

SHURRIE: Yeah, but I could
catch the next one.

DENNIS: No, no, I don't want
to hold you up.

SHURRIE: Next one comes
in 20 minutes.

DENNIS: Yeah, but Randy will be
wondering where you at, so...

-(SIGHS)
-Okay.

(BRAKES HISSING)

(BELL JINGLES)

(CAR DOOR OPENS, SLAMS)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

-(DOOR OPENS)
-(DOORBELL CHIMES)

Afternoon, how can I help you?

Empty it.

Empty the fucking register.

(REGISTER WHIRS AND DINGS)

Give me all of this.

HUSBAND: Honey, what's going on
out there?

DENNIS: Shut the fuck up.
HUSBAND: I can't be p...

DENNIS: Get the fuck over here.

Get the fuck over here right now.

Young man, you got
everything you needed.

-Please...
-DENNIS: On the ground.

-HUSBAND: Please don't...
-DENNIS: I said get on the fucking ground!

-Son, listen...
-Your son's a bum!

-(HUSBAND YELLS IN PAIN)
-(WIFE SHOUTS IN FEAR)

DENNIS: Hey, yo, fuck your son!

Fuck it, come on!

Get over here, come on.

-On the ground.
-(BOTH PANTING)

WIFE: Okay.

And shut the fuck up
before I put a hole in the both of y'all.

(RAGGED BREATHING)

(GRUNTS)

(SHUFFLING)
Fuck.

-(BELL JINGLES)
-(DOORBELL CHIMES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

SHURRIE: Hey.

What's up?

I had Miss Gloria pick up the boys.

How's she doing?

She'll be all right in a couple days.

You hungry?

I'm sick of this.

What?

Of this.

I got these...
I got these clothes.

(SNIFFS) I got these shoes.

(LAUGHS AND SNIFFS)

This fucking rug, this sound system.

All of this shit.

And I still ain't got nothing.

-You got me.
-(SNICKERS)

(SIGHS)

SHURRIE: Oh, that's funny to you?

Yo... Yo, where is this going?

Hmm?

You think... You think we gonna
get married and have kids?

Hmm?

Kids that turn out like...
like Darius and Darren?

That's what you really want?

To deal with that fucked-up shit
your whole life?

As long as I have you, yes.

You don't get it.

I thought you was the smart one.

(KEYS JINGLING)

(RETREATING FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

BOBBY: Hey, yo, Shurrie.

Yo, everything all right?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

How you doing today, young man?

DENNIS: Yeah, I'm chilling. Thank you.

HUSBAND: What can I do for you?

My brother got one of those.

Yeah, my wife bought it for me,

but I don't need it just yet.

Still on my feet.

Or my one foot, rather.

Your brother had an accident?

Nah... nah, he just got a condition.

HUSBAND: Ah, I'm sorry.

-That's life.
-Yeah.

Lost my leg to a trip mine in Vietnam.

See?

Damn, now that... that's fucked up.

HUSBAND: I know, right?

Just some old dumb mine
I should have seen.

Lucky to be alive, though.

Came back to a life many of my platoon
mates would have killed for.

Went to college,
opened my own business,

got a son.

-You... you do?
-HUSBAND: Yeah.

That kid right there.

He ain't as smart as he looks.

Seem like he got
a good father, though.

Thank you. I like to think so.

Was a little rough on him
when he was a kid,

but I guess
that was the soldier in me.

Military turned me into a man,

but when I tried that way on him?

It drove him right away.

I'm sure you tried your best.

You know, I always prayed
that if I had a son,

I could look at this thing
and think that in some way

I lost my leg
so he could have a better life.

And maybe he does.

But what's it matter if he
doesn't talk to me, right?

(CHUCKLES)

(PHONE RINGS)

One second.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hold on.

Got you right here.

Yeah, you asked for six. I know.

Seven, eight?

We got it.

Yeah, I'll be here.

See you then.

All right, bye.

Now, what else can I help you with?

(SINGING) Uh

Uh

Oh, yeah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah

(RAPPING)
Niggas in the street gonna learn

Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play

Niggas in the streets
gonna learn

Them Staten Island niggas don't play

I said one, two, three and to the fo'

I glide like there's simply
no traction on the flo'

10304, live action from the door

Shawty dime, let the whole team
Smash her on the tour

I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado

Savage vandal,
I'm a legend of tomorrow

Painting the truth, here's proof
Ain't it the truth

So ill a nigga spit
With a containment suit

Slayin' the booth
Aim, shoot, bang

Cave in the roof

Hater wouldn't last a day in my shoes

You know very well, bet he swell

You can tell he jeal'
My price hiking like the pills

Martin Shkreli sell

Mathematics tracks,
I'm back at it

Mathematics tracks
I craft havoc, fact

I'm Black on it, Black,
I'm back at it

Niggas in the street gonna learn

Them Wu-Tang niggas don't play

Niggas in the streets gonna learn

Them Def Squad niggas don't play

Mathematics, you a fuckin' genius.
Nigga, yo, fuck that.

Ladies and gentlemen, I need you
to put your hands together

for world-wide international
producer.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please put your hands together

and show your love
for our brother and yours,

-Mathematics!
-Yeah!