Original subtitles

♪ military music plays ♪

MINISTER PAYNE: We have a difficult task at hand, gentlemen.

We're building a business from the ground up

in hopes that down the line we can turn it into a major franchise.

Now the decisions we make in the next few weeks

may very well determine the rest of our lives.

Luckily, we have got a man with a plan.

So, Julio,

what's that plan?

- Uh, the plan?

[clicks tongue] Um--

The plan. - Yeah, the plan.

I mean, you're the reason we're all here.

What's your plan for the café?

- So my plan is

to have a café that employs ex-felons,

and the coffee's gonna be good.

Wait-- not good, great.

- Uh, duh, we know that part.

What's the vibe gonna be like?

Come on, what's the logo?

What's the color of the walls, the mission statement,

the-the whole concept, you know, the vision?

- This motherfucker ain't got no vision.

Fuckin' Ray Charles over here.

- Hey, hey, hey, dawg, chill.

He's got a fuckin' vision.

Right, Julio?

- Of course, I have a fuckin' vision.

It's all up here.

I just gotta get what's in my head on the page,

you know, iron out a few details.

- Okay, vision boy, then what are you envisioning for the menu?

- So part of my vision is that we're all equal partners,

so you get to decide what's on the menu.

Obviously, I get final approval,

but I want you to express yourself.

- Great. Percy, you work on the menu.

I'll start dealing with zoning and permits with the city.

- And I'll start cleaning this place up.

Unless part of your vision is that there's trash everywhere.

- No, that's not part of my vision,

but thank you for checking first.

- Alright, let's do this shit.

- Visionary. LUIS: Get one!

♪ theme music playing ♪

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♪

[chair creaks]

♪

[hammer pounding]

♪

♪

- Hey, ready to call it a night, dawg?

I'm fuckin' beat.

- Shit yeah, me, too.

LUIS: [grunts] I'm sore as fuck,

but the good kinda sore, you know what I mean?

I'm my own boss now.

Fuck breaking my back for other people.

You know what I'm sayin'? RUBY: Mm-hmm.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

- Aw, thanks, baby.

- So, what, you got a logo and stuff yet for this place?

- Uh, well, that's Julio's job.

♪ peppy music playing over headphones ♪ He's the visionary.

♪

- Visionary? The fuck's a visionary?

- [sighs] Well, so basically, he, like, sits around and thinks, a lot.

It's like a pretty high intense job, to be honest.

I feel for that fool.

- So if he's the visionary, what are you?

The janitor?

- Hey, I'm not the janitor, alright?

I just do my part to clean up.

You know, I take out the trash, unclog the toilets.

You know, boss shit.

- [scoffs] Sounds like you're the fucking janitor to me.

Hold up. Why does Julio get to be the visionary and not you, hmm?

♪

- Hey, Julio!

Take off your fuckin' headphones.

♪

- Hey, can you not interrupt me? I'm trying to visualize.

- Yeah, well, Ruby wants to know and I wanna know too,

why you're the visionary and not me.

- Luis, come on, you're clearly not a visionary.

- How the fuck do you know?

- It takes one to know one, and I am one.

So if you were one, I would know.

And I do know that you're not one.

- Why don't you give Luis a chance?

I'm sure he has some pretty visionary ideas too, hmm?

[Julio scoffs]

- It makes sense you would say that, Ruby,

because you are also not a visionary.

I mean, you didn't envision the supermarket you work at.

No, you just work there.

You know who did envision it? A visionary, like me.

[Ruby scoffs]

- You live in a fucking garage, Julio.

- You know who else lived in a garage? Steve Jobs.

- [Ruby scoffs] Steve Jobs didn't live in a garage.

He started his business in a garage, dumbass.

- Well, if Steve worked half as hard as I do,

he probably slept in that garage.

- You know what? Fuck that, perro.

You said we were equals, alright?

I wanna be co-visionary.

And I co-vision that you're now co-janitor.

We're gonna co-split everything down the middle.

[whistles] 50-50.

- Listen, playboy, being a visionary,

it's not all fun and games, okay?

Why do you think I get migraines?

'Cause my brain's so big it's trying to bust out my skull.

You don't want this life.

And I envision that after a day, you'll be begging to be janitor again.

[Ruby scoffs] And you know what?

A mop looks good on you, playboy.

- You know what? Kick fuckin' rocks, alright.

I marked it off in the calendar anyway.

Me and Ruby get the garage for tonight.

And I envision it's gonna be at least a couple hours.

- Baby, it'll be six minutes at most.

- Yeah, it will.

- It's fuckin' impossible to get any work done here.

Now I know why Steve was angry all the time.

- Close the door.

[door opens and closes]

- The fuck?

[insects buzzing] Fuckin' dog shit on our doorstep?

- Hey, fool, you gonna pick that up or what?

- Hey, mop boy, we're equals.

Alright? So I'ma do my part.

Let's see here.

It's about... it's about four inches.

So divide that by two, carry the zero.

[whistles]

That's about two inches each.

There we go.

Rest is all you, playboy.

You know what?

I'm envisioning painting the walls blue.

Hugs Not Thugs had blue. We should have blue, too.

- Just 'cause we used blue before

doesn't mean we should use blue again.

Visionaries, they don't look to the past.

They look to the future.

There's a reason our eyes are in front of our heads, not in the back.

Also, you just can't say blue.

There are a thousand shades of blue. Which blue?

- I don't know. Regular blue.

- Regular blue isn't a color, dumbass.

Maybe you should do some research

before you make another uninformed suggestion.

- Let's see this shit.

- Unbelievable.

- Where's the blues at?

Oh, says right here. Check it out.

The color blue is known to symbolize peace and tranquility.

Sounds like a good color to me.

JULIO: Let me see that.

- Homeys are gonna be lining up to come in here and chill.

Get all tranquil and shit.

Maybe even take a nap.

And then, boom, they wake up and need another cup of coffee.

Now we're making double the money.

- It says here that red makes people hungry.

So we should go with a shade of red.

- Oh, yeah, but check it out.

It also says red instills anger.

- Then I guess you're red, because you're fuckin' pissing me off.

- Well, you know what then?

I'll paint my half of the café regular blue,

and you paint your half whatever ugly-ass color you want.

- Hey, dumbass, the walls need to be the same color.

- You better pick blue then, perro.

- I need a fuckin' break.

It's impossible to work in this environment.

♪

- Aw, shit, look at you.

You went from Huggers to CEOs.

That's what I'm talking about.

- You're like real deal bosses now.

[Julio clears throat]

- Julio, is that you?

Are you going through a divorce?

- It's pretty cool Luis and Percy gave you a job, man.

- Well actually, Jorge, this whole place was my idea.

I'm the visionary.

What are you guys even doing here?

- These guys are doing us a big solid and helping with construction,

so we gotta mark this place up,

so they could start building tomorrow.

Now, Julio, what's the layout?

- What layout?

- What are you talking about, man?

You're the visionary. You gotta be on top of this shit.

- Yeah, yeah.

Uh, that's why I'm just fuckin' around.

Of course, I have the layout.

It's all in my head.

So, layout-wise...

♪

...I'm envisioning...

♪

...the kitchen.

- This motherfucker don't know the layout.

[clears throat]

JULIO: I don't know the layout?

Then how do I know this?

The kitchen goes over there. Bam.

- You got it.

- And I'm envisioning the front counter right--

LUIS: Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, hold up, dawg.

The gas hookup's all the way on the other side of the room.

I saw it earlier when I was cleaning.

So the kitchen obviously has to go over there.

And I'm envisioning

the front counter

right over here.

- That's smart, Luis. Good job, buddy.

- I envisioned that too, so, you know,

I deserve co-credit for that.

- Okay, yeah, good job to you too, Julio.

Alright, alright, let's get to work.

- Yeah, get to work, everyone. Get to work.

- Are you doing alright, buddy?

- Yeah, I'm alright. I'm alright.

- Oh, good, because things are starting to move really fast,

and every day we're not open, we lose money.

So as soon as those walls go up, we gotta paint 'em,

which means you need to pick a color.

- I-I got you.

I'll pick a color before I leave tonight.

- Alright.

And, hey, listen, I know this shit is daunting,

but you got this.

This is a chance to express yourself.

- Yeah, express myself.

[pats shoulder] - Good.

- Thank you.

Express myself.

♪ energetic music playing ♪

♪

[squishes]

JULIO: Aw.

Fuckin' Luis.

- ♪ Kingston night ♪ - Fuck!

- You guys nailed it.

Julio, my man, check out this logo Luis and Ruby came up with.

♪

LUIS: Yeah, it just came to me earlier.

♪

I mean, Ruby came up with it, but I drew it.

Shit looks pretty tight, huh?

- Brilliant, right? This is the one.

- Unless, you know, you visionaried a better idea, Julio.

♪

- Guess that's fine.

- Great.

Your vision's really coming together.

LUIS: Also, I was envisioning with my ears,

like, what kinda music we should play in the café.

I was thinking maybe in the morning we start with some slow jams

you know, to get going.

And then after lunch, you know, people need that second push,

we hit 'em with that freestyle.

Keep fools awake.

RUBY: That's smart, baby. - Thanks, baby.

Oh, and by the way, Julio, I Googled if your migraines

had anything to do with how smart you are,

and my research concluded that you're just a dumbass who gets headaches.

- You know what? I'm gonna need some alone time in the garage.

- Why, you gotta jack off, huh?

- No, I'm gonna work on my vision.

- You didn't mark it on the calendar.

- Yeah, I didn't fuckin' mark it on the calendar,

but I never get any alone time in here

because you guys are so fucking greedy.

- Alright then, fine.

[turns off radio]

But for future reference, you don't gotta lie.

You gotta jack off, you say you gotta jack off.

- Julio, there's no shame in it.

It significantly reduces the rate of prostate cancer.

- I'm not gonna jack off. I'm gonna work on my vision.

- [scoffs] All he's gonna envision is some nasty-ass porn.

JULIO: Close the door.

[keys clacking]

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♪ Working for the Weekend by Lover Boy playing ♪

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- ♪ Everyone's watching ♪

♪ To see what you will do ♪

- Carlos! - What up?

♪ Everyone's looking ♪ FABIAN: Sorry, Julio.

- ♪ At you ♪

- My bad.

♪

♪ Everyone's wondering ♪

♪ Will you come out tonight ♪

♪ And everyone's trying to get it right ♪

♪ Get it right ♪

♪ And everybody's working for the weekend ♪

♪

♪ Everybody wants a new romance ♪

♪

CHEF PERCY: As I was coming up with the menu,

you know what I realized?

I'm fuckin' done with cupcakes.

Now it's time for us to take on the motherfuckin' muffin.

It's a new era of muffins.

Yo, Julio, taste that muffin, boy.

- I'm not really a muffin guy.

[drilling machine whirring]

- Look what I found.

A dozen of these babies out on the street.

Come help me grab the rest.

- Hold on, you're gonna use these chairs for the café?

- Why not? They're free.

Oh, did you finish writing up that mission statement?

I'm thinking we could put it on the wall over here next to the mural.

- Wait, what mural?

MINISTER PAYNE: What mural?

The fuckin' mural, Julio.

- Get out your motherfuckin' paintbrushes.

We about to paint this bitch, homeys.

[cheering]

- Everybody stop what you're doing!

This is all wrong. None of this fits my vision.

This is a free-for-all of shit ideas, and I hate it.

I don't know when this all got decided,

but we need to slow down.

- Julio, we've been working on all of this for weeks.

Now, at a certain point, if you can't figure out your vision,

well, we're gonna have--

- Just give me one more night.

I'll figure everything out, if you just leave me alone

for one more night!

♪

Just fuckin' start typing the mission statement, you piece of shit.

Fuckin' do it.

What the fuck would that fool Steve do?

He'd write the fuckin' mission statement so he'd have more time to yell at people.

Write the fuckin' vision.

Go, bitch.

[sighs]

Alright, come on, let's go.

At Mugs Not Thugs, we're all about organic,

ethically sourced, environmentally correct,

sustainable, affordable, healthy food from the heart.

♪ uplifting piano music plays ♪

From the heart?

Ugh, fuckin' corny bullshit.

Mugs Not Thugs is all about second chances.

You can taste the forgiveness in every--

♪

Mugs Not Thugs is about not judging a book by its cover.

Even though covers typically give you

a pretty good idea of what the book is about.

And how else are you supposed to judge a book

if you don't have time to read it?

♪

Mugs Not Thugs was started by four friends.

No, four homeys.

No, Mugs Not Thugs was started

when a man put a gun to my head.

Mugs Not Thugs was started by a gun.

I should've just let him pull the fuckin' trigger.

Mugs Not Thugs was founded by Julio Lopez,

who never wanted to start a coffee shop,

but kept telling people he did because I'm a fucking coward

and a loser and a fraud.

No one respects me because I have nothing to offer the world,

just some fuckin' dude who likes coffee.

No.

♪

I don't like coffee.

I love coffee.

I'm Julio Lopez, and I love coffee.

Mugs Not Thugs is proud to serve

the highest-quality coffee in South Central.

It was founded by Julio Lopez,

an entrepreneur who always had a dream.

He dreamed to start a café.

But it's no longer a dream,

because now it's a dream come true.

The American dream.

♪

Raised in the hood by a single mother,

Julio Lopez beat the odds and now provides opportunities

for those that society has left behind.

He's a visionary, the Steve Jobs of coffee.

The only difference is Steve never slept in his garage, but Julio lives there.

Also, Steve Jobs is dead,

so people need a new hero to look up to,

one without a turtleneck this time.

[buzzer buzzes]

And that's Julio Lopez, a man who came to America

with nothing but a coffee bean in his pocket

and a twinkle in his eye.

Well, technically I was born here.

[baby cries]

But my parents are from Mexico, so it's still inspiration.

Hi, I'm Julio Coffee Lopez.

No, I'm Julio Coffee, and that's Mr. Coffee to you.

I'm Mr. Coffee, and I'm gonna change the world of coffee.

Forever.

Whoo!

We've lost sight of what's most important, the coffee.

I've noticed that many of you don't drink coffee

and some of you have been bringing Starbucks into my café.

♪

You think people are gonna come here and buy our coffee

because it's made by ex-felons that turned their lives around?

Fuck no!

People will come here because of me.

It was my idea to bring in high-end gourmet coffee to South Central.

I am the visionary.

- Hey, dawg, we're co-visionaries, alright?

- I will not let you turn my café into a fucking compromise.

Steve didn't compromise and from now on neither will I.

The walls will be Rosso Corsa red.

And we're not using any of your shitty street furniture.

And we're not making muffins. We're making scones.

- I fuckin' hate scones.

- Well, you're gonna love 'em, bitch.

Jorge, come with me.

I have a vision for the mural.

Jorge. [snaps fingers]

♪

CHEF PERCY: If we don't kick this motherfucker off the team,

I am going to without a doubt murder him.

So it's best if we do this shit now.

MINISTER PAYNE: I hear you, Percy, but this whole thing was Julio's idea.

None of us would be here if it wasn't for him.

LUIS: Yeah, but we don't need him anymore, alright?

We've got me.

I'm the real Steven Jobs.

MINISTER PAYNE: Look, I know he's acting like a fuckin' idiot,

but, I mean, the poor guy lives in a fuckin' garage.

And so do we, but.

He needs this, so let's just let him paint the walls

whatever color he wants.

♪ intense operatic music playing ♪

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♪ high-pitched vocalizing ♪

♪

♪

- It's not what I envisioned for the mural,

but I guess it works.

Congrats on the achievement of your vision, dawg.

- Thanks, playboy.

♪

JORGE: I'm really proud of the work I did.

You know what?

Thanks for giving me the opportunity, chief.

- You're welcome, Jorge.

Now get the fuck outta here.

♪

- Hey, Julio. We're all gonna head out and get something to eat.

- Be right there.

♪

♪

[hammer pounds]

[grunts]

[grunting]

[panting]

- I'm not a visionary.

I just want the coffee to be fucking good.

The walls can be blue.

The red is a little intense.

And I'm sorry about the wall.

- Actually, I think what you did is smart.

JULIO: Huh?

If we leave this part open,

customers can see into the kitchen.

- Yeah, it's good you fucked up the wall, Julio.

- Yo, Julio, we're fuckin' making muffins.

- Muffins sound great.

- And, uh, maybe get me one of them gift certificates

to Massage Envy or something.

You owe me a present.

♪

- Man, let's go eat, yo.

♪

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[belt buckle clicks] [zipper unzips]

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