Original subtitles

[upbeat hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[Grown Kanan] Previously on Raising Kanan...

[Lou-Lou] Crown Camacho's check-writing days is done.

[Raq] Put it all on Crown, everything.

The Feds is gonna dig deep.

Shit, for all we know, they already watchin' you.

[camera shutter snaps]

[dealer] You got our money or not?

Only reason this motherfucker's still breathin'

is 'cause he said you were good for it.

[Marvin] Yo, Gerald, where you stay at?

I don't take nothin' from her no more,

especially not her fuckin' money.

You let Raq in this crib again, I'm fucking you up.

[recruiter] I'm thrilled that you're interested in enlisting,

but there is a process.

I need to get out of Queens now.

I might have this audition comin' up.

It's for a girl group.

I could use your help gettin' ready for it.

[Lou-Lou] Ain't even no question.

And you gonna run the table on all them little bitches.

-[distant laughter] -Break a leg, Polo girl.

Thanks.

-Uncle Lou not here? -Fuck Lou.

This about you and you alone.

Yeah, but he has the track I'm singin' to.

-[door closes] -[Lou-Lou] Fuck.

My bad, Juke.

♪ A girl like me ♪

[organizer] Thank you. That's enough.

So you want to use my drivers to deliver weed?

[Kanan] Me and Famous'll handle all the calls

and get your boys the packages.

Now I gotta sit my ass out there all day?

This weed's 'bout to make you

three times what Paul is payin', Jevon.

You need any help with findin' performers

or fuckin' with promotion, I'm your guy.

Well, truth be told, I could use help all over.

Raq makin' money off your back.

She different now, man.

[Stuart] My client is motivated to sell.

Any offer I make is gonna be straight cash.

Where is 'Nique?

Maybe he got himself a side piece.

Fuck you, Ronnie.

[Raq] I don't want no drama around me, 'Nique.

And you around me now.

I ain't tryin' to have no mess comin' along with you.

[car door opens]

[dramatic music plays]

[Rileyy] ♪ I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ Yeah, I know Heartbreaks, setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through the ups and Downs, you know I get around ♪

♪ So to me It's all a part of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I got to take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turned homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Make money Make, make, make money ♪

♪ When shit hit the fan We'll take money, Southside ♪

♪ Beef with the best of 'em ♪

♪ Done shot At the rest of 'em, yeah ♪

♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em ♪

♪ Check, boy I'm finessin' 'em ♪

♪ Bag Supreme Boy, you fuck around ♪

♪ Put a big bag on your head ♪

♪ Before the weather break You're dead ♪

♪ Let's get to it, they Don't do it like we do it ♪

♪ Nah, cop it, whip it Bag it, flip it ♪

♪ Re-up, we up G'd up, what up? ♪

♪ Runnin' round this bitch Still not givin' a fuck, hey ♪

♪ When it come to that paper There'll be no complications ♪

Ha ha. That's right.

♪ Put a hole in a nigga Right in front of you ♪

♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪

[Rileyy and 50 Cent] ♪ And it's all right ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ That's how We do it on this side ♪

♪ Niggas get to it On this side ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through the ups and Downs, you know I get around ♪

♪ So to me It's all a part of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I got to take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turned homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

[Rileyy vocalizing]

[engine revving]

[siren wailing]

-[horn honks] -[person] Hey, watch it!

[NWA'S "100 Miles and Runnin'" plays]

[person] You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?

[tires screech]

[person] We haven't spotted them yet,

but they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity.

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

[MC Ren] ♪ 100 miles and runnin' ♪

♪ MC Ren, I hold the gun and ♪

♪ You want me to kill a Motherfucker, and it's done ♪

♪ Since I'm stereotyped To kill and destruct ♪

♪ Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck ♪

♪ Chances are Usually not good ♪

♪ 'Cause I freeze With my hands on a hot hood ♪

♪ And gettin' jacked By the you-know-who ♪

♪ When in a black and white The capacity is two ♪

♪ We're not alone We're three more brothers ♪

♪ I mean street brothers Not wearin' medallions ♪

♪ Because we're not Stupid motherfuckers ♪

[siren wailing, tires screech]

♪ ♪

[brakes screech, siren wails]

♪ ♪

-[Grown Kanan] Speed overrated. -Don't move. Don't move!

[Grown Kanan] Everyone tryin' to be the fastest.

But you move too fast, you make mistakes.

And you don't time to fix them fuck-ups.

'Cause you movin' quicker than you should already.

Speed don't mean shit,

if you don't know where the fuck you goin'.

[Eazy-E] ♪ Stop, stop, stop, stop ♪

[Stuart] Seeing as you've chosen

not to be represented by your own broker,

I just want make sure that you understand

that you are purchasing this property as is, Ms. Thomas.

Any and all issues that were revealed

in the inspection are your responsibility.

I know.

We good.

-It's official, then. -[papers thud on table]

You are the proud owner of Southside Plaza.

I will get you these papers within a week.

[keys jingle]

-Congratulations. -Hmm. Thank you.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter, distant siren wailing]

What the fuck you gettin' into now, Kanan?

[Kanan] Yeah, it's just one of my friends

got caught up with some weed.

It's bullshit, man. You know how they do us.

What's your friend's shit got to do with you?

Kid ain't got no family.

I tried to go get him,

but they said I need a parent or a guardian.

And I ain't neither. I ain't even know this little nigga.

Just tell them you his uncle.

They not even checkin' nothin'.

[Lou-Lou] What's his name again?

Jevon Baltazar.

Look, I don't know what shit you doin', Kanan,

but I can tell it ain't good.

[Kanan sighs]

I'm just tryin' to help out a friend, Uncle Lou.

[Lou-Lou] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Officers.

[Buckley] Well, Stuart told us

you just, uh, closed on the property.

[Raq] I did.

Congratulations.

Sure you're gonna have a lot of success here.

I'm Officer Buckley.

This is my partner, Officer Roland.

Raquel Thomas.

You're on our beat now, Raquel.

So we wanted to introduce ourselves

and let you know that we're here

and always at your disposal.

This-this can be a tough neighborhood.

Ah, there's vandalism.

There's property damage, break-ins.

It's all par for the course.

[Roland] And we're the first line of defense

against all that.

Sometimes we can even stop those things from happenin'

before they happen.

[Buckley] Which is why it's so important for us

to have a good and mutually beneficial relationship

with local business owners like yourself.

I'll keep that in mind.

How's your son enjoyin' high school?

What you know about my son?

Oh, when Stuart told us that you were buyin' the property,

we did a little research on you.

[chuckles] Uh, it's nothin' that we wouldn't do

for any of the folks that we serve and protect in the area.

You know, Officer Roland and I,

we, uh, coach a football team

for some of the kids in the neighborhood.

If your son's ever interested, we'd love to have him on board.

My son, he don't play football.

And if you don't mind, I gotta go deal

with the property I just bought.

-Got a lot of work to do. -Of course.

Hey, you call us...

if there's ever any issues.

♪ ♪

Oh, and, uh, once again, congratulations.

Now, there is nothing better

than having new energy in the neighborhood.

♪ ♪

[blues rock music playing]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[person] I didn't expect it, you know.

[indistinct chatter continues]

♪ ♪

What's the word, Pop?

♪ ♪

Look at sexy-ass Urkel up in this motherfucker.

Mm, mm, I heard you got out.

Mm. Aw.

Mm.

Damn, son, you got them prison muscles.

They look good on you.

I always did like them strong-silent-type niggas.

Of which I'm neither...

beggin' the obvious question,

what the fuck are you doin' with me?

Wish I knew.

[chuckles]

Ahh.

Well... Yeah.

You don't look too much worse for the wear.

♪ ♪

[scoffs]

♪ ♪

My brother.

Come. Sit down.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

-Yeah. -Yes.

[indistinct chatter continues]

[people cheering]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[Unique] It's a new business, Quân.

Gonna take a little minute get the word out,

especially being that we ain't got

no visibility out on these streets.

My wife's cousin is tellin' me

that there's no business at all.

Man, your cousin need to settle the fuck down, man.

Rome wasn't built in no day. We gotta build that awareness.

Same time, we gotta be smart about it,

'cause too much attention

attracts the wrong kind of attention.

Police?

Listen, Quân, if you and your cousin ain't happy,

we could dead this shit right here

and I'll get my work somewhere else.

I'll give you some time.

See, I run my shit just like your cousin run theirs.

Someone got a problem with the food,

they get at the cook.

I'm the chef around this motherfucker, man.

And my kitchen run real hot, too.

So it's best everybody stay the fuck up out my shit.

[indistinct chatter]

[bluesy music playing]

♪ ♪

I have always found Unique to be, uh...

-reasonable and tho-- -[chair thudding]

Reasonable and thoughtful.

And if he is sayin' to sit tight

while he's figurin' out some things,

I would suggest...

that you give him time to fashion a plan.

'Nique's plan's bein' made by his dick.

He fuckin' the competition.

Who's your brother fine ass smashin'?

Raq.

-[Snaps] Ah. [chuckles] -Shit.

Ah, this business makes

for strange bedfellows, right, baby?

[glasses clink]

Oh, we heard Raq ain't in the game no more,

she shut all her shit down.

You ain't in the game no more neither.

So how the fuck you know what Raq doin'?

Hey.

[Pop] Because heads come in here every day

to kiss the fuckin' ring.

They tell us they business

because of who the fuck we are and what we done out here.

That's the very reason

why your socially maladjusted ass

is here askin' for counsel, nigga.

Look, you don't wanna wait on 'Nique.

Get up yourself. You know how it's done.

Ain't got funds.

[chuckles]

And this monosyllabic motherfucker come in here

with his hand out, huh?

I made you money back in the day, Snaps.

-Yeah? -No, we gave you money

back in the day, Urkel.

And the shit worked out for you.

[Snaps chuckles]

You know what, Ronnie? Why not?

We have made money in the past together.

And more than that, Pop and I believe

in assisting the recently rehabilitated

get back on their feet, don't we, baby?

[sighing] Shit. If you say so.

[Snaps] So we will make

a small investment in your burgeoning enterprise.

But...

the lion's share's gonna come from other sources.

So you givin' me the money?

[Pop] Some money, nigga.

You gotta get other fools to throw in, too.

[Snaps] And just so that we're clear,

we expect a regular return on our investment, my brother.

♪ ♪

When you retired like us, them monthly checks matter.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

Hello.

I'm lookin' for, um, Gerald.

[indistinct chatter]

[telephone ringing]

[person] Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, I got you, I promise.

[knock at door]

[Marvin] Somebody like they caffeine.

Look who it is.

Nothin' else in there, right?

I keep it clean at work.

I was turning my house upside down

looking for this stuff before you called me.

Forgot to give it back to you when I drove you home.

[Gerald] Probably better that you held onto it anyway.

Way that night was going,

who knows what would have happened to it?

Or me. [sighs]

I wanna thank you, Marvin,

again, for what you did for me, for being there.

I didn't have anywhere else to turn, and...

I knew you wouldn't judge me.

We friends, man.

Ain't never no judgment.

You in a tight spot, just hit me.

That's how friendship work.

So, uh...

you, uh... [chuckles]

...you a reporter or some shit?

I'm an editor.

Mainly write about culture, entertainment, and the arts.

Yo, fuck you know about entertainment, Gerald?

Dress like a-a damn banker.

[Gerald chuckles] Vestige of my dad.

Told me any real job requires a coat and tie.

Stuck with me.

Entertainment, though?

You? You for real?

Yo, you wouldn't even know the difference

between Ronnie Isley and Ronnie Reagan.

Ronnie Reagan sings the hell out of "Between the Sheets."

Just because I don't have any hair

doesn't mean I can't let it down.

[Marvin chuckles]

Yo, look, man...

it ain't my place,

and I don't get into nobody else's business

'cause we all got demons.

But... [sighs softly]

...some demons bigger than others.

I miss our group, Marvin.

I miss Renée.

Ah, me too.

I mean, I know all that was for my other problem.

But also, it helped with this one.

I felt less alone. I felt like someone heard me.

We could...

we could have our own shit, you know?

Just me and you.

I mean, keep each other correct and shit.

What you think about that?

[soft music plays]

I mean, if you'd be willing

-to stick with me through all-- -Yo, fuck willin'.

I wanna do it.

Shit, I get as much out of it as you.

I sincerely doubt that.

Man, get in here. Bring it in, man.

-[Gerald] Thank you, Marvin. -Doggone it.

[Gerald chuckles] Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

[Tanner] Detective Howard.

Special Agent Tanner.

You know Detective Ogden, Queens Narcotics.

No doubt. What can I help you guys with?

You got a minute?

Yeah.

Gentlemen.

[indistinct chatter]

[door closes]

We're struggling

with this Crown Camacho angle, Detective.

I'd love to hear your take.

He was everywhere, always.

I'm still tryin' to wrap my head

around how much work he had in these streets--

more than I even knew.

So you were unaware of the operations

at the Baisley Projects and South Jamaica Houses?

No fuckin' clue.

Of course, now we know

that he was payin' people off to keep his shit quiet.

That's how it always is.

The most successful hustlers

the one's makin' the most money,

they move real quiet.

All I heard is he was a music guy.

Music is the new crack.

All these drug dealers, they take their drug money,

they start a label,

they try to find the next Run-D.M.C.

I mean, just the fact

that Crown was fuckin' with the music,

tells you he was into all kinds of other shit, man.

All this hangin' on a guy they fished out of the Hudson

just seems real easy.

Sometimes shit seems easy because it is.

You have any other operating theories or suspects?

Thoughts more than theories.

[Tanner] Well...

we appreciate your help, Detective.

By the way, where are they with your shooting?

[ominous music plays]

Any progress?

It's kind of like Ogden was sayin'--

-more thoughts than theories. -Hmm.

Seems to be a recurring theme in South Jamaica.

♪ ♪

Catch you later.

♪ ♪

Looks like everything's where it's supposed to be.

I have to ask you a couple questions

before we take a blood sample.

Are you pregnant? Have you ever been pregnant?

Do you plan on becoming pregnant?

No.

Are you or have you been sexually active?

No.

-[doctor] You sure? -I'm sure.

You don't want to show up to basic training

with a baby in your belly.

[scoffs] That's not gonna happen.

Mm, if you say so.

-I say so. [scoffs] -[object clatters]

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

You messin' with other girls? Hmm?

I mean, you gone all the time now,

and I don't even know where you go.

Yo, P, I'm just tryin' to enjoy this sandwich, all right?

And I'm just tryin' to know if you fuckin' other girls.

Look, all you need to know

is I'm takin' care of you and our son.

'Nique, that's not enough.

[Unique] Fuckin' never enough.

Can't deal with this shit.

[Pernessa] Who you fuckin', 'Nique?

Let her do your laundry, then.

Yeah, let her polish your damn chains.

Let her take care of your crazy, punk-ass brother!

[door slams]

[window whirring]

[indistinct chatter]

-[Kanan] You down in Flushing. -[person] All right, man.

-This is my last delivery... -[Raq] Kanan.

I'll talk to y'all later.

[Kanan sighs]

Who that?

My friends.

Your friends got pagers and bikes now?

They do what they do.

So what you want, Ma?

[Raq] Only hear about you now.

Don't really see you no more.

Just wanted to put eyes on you for a minute.

-Here I am. -[school bell rings]

Now I gotta get back to school.

[indistinct chatter continues]

[metal detector beeps]

[dramatic music plays]

-[metal detector beeps] -[guard] Yep.

-All right. You're good. -[metal detector beeps]

♪ ♪

[metal detector beeps]

Yeah, let me see your backpack.

[bingo caller] Okay, ladies and gentlemen,

let's get ready for your next number.

It is...

N-31.

-[players chattering] -N-3-1.

All right, let's try again.

[hopper whirring]

And the next one is...

N-45.

N-4-5 has got to be a winner.

Set her up for me.

Got you. Come on, Grandma.

[bingo caller] And the next is... I-29.

I-2-9.

Why you darkenin' my doorstep, Ronnie?

I need work, Deen.

[bingo caller] Who's gonna be a winner tonight?

[indistinct chatter]

G-50.

G-5-0.

Who's got it?

-[hopper whirring] -Next number is...

-B-2, B-2. -You come to the wrong place.

Not only am I out of the business of South Jamaica,

but if your last name is Mathis,

you're what I like to call persona non grata.

Simply put, I don't fuck with you and your brother.

-Does Unique know you're here? -Ain't about him.

I got a little bit of money, and I need this work.

You're not gonna find it here.

[bingo caller] That table?

I'm not the nigga you say no to.

-[gun cocks] -[bingo caller] All right...

And I'm not the nigga you put your hands on.

[suspenseful music plays]

You don't run me, Ronnie.

I run you.

And I will run yo' ass

into the fucking ground.

So you supply my brother but you play me to the left?

All your brother work comes from some Colombians

up in Washington Heights--

Nariños, Raq's connect, nothin' to do with me.

Like I said,

I have no business on the Southside.

And I definitely have no business with you.

♪ ♪

Get his ass outta here.

[Efrem clears throat softly]

Let's go.

[bingo caller] Good one.

-G-48. -Let's go.

[bingo caller] G-48.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[knock at door]

[chatter continues]

[knock at door]

I'll get it.

[chatter continues]

[slurps]

Glad to see you answer your door,

'cause you sure as hell don't answer your phone.

Congratulations, Jukebox.

I made the group?

Now, I know I ain't drive all the way out to Queens

to tell you you not in it,

so, yes, you made it.

Yes. Yes, yes. Oh, come-come in.

[exhales sharply]

[Famous] What you need?

Quarter?

Ah, I'll-I'll send one of my best guys.

-I'll get him to you soon. -[pager vibrates]

Yeah, word. Word.

God damn it. This phone don't ever stop fuckin' ringin'.

Barely got time to page these niggas.

We gonna need a switchboard or somethin'.

Yeah, we gonna get a answering service.

-[pager vibrates, phone rings] -God damn.

Yo. Yo, what you need?

[knock at door]

-Uh-huh. Uh-huh. -[Kanan] Shit.

[Famous] Yeah, I got you.

-[knock at door] -Hold on!

[knocking continues]

[hip-hop music playing]

[Kanan] Yo. What--

♪ ♪

[sighs]

-[lock clicks] -[Paul] Hey, hey.

I'm losin' drivers, man.

They're either not takin' jobs from me

and just workin' for you, or they're bouncin' altogether

because they don't want nothin' to do

-with this fuckin' weed shit. -[Kanan] Yo.

What the fuck is--

Look, you said that you were gonna make me more money--

más, mucho más-- but I am losing money

because I don't have any fucking couriers

to run my actual fucking business.

All right, let me get you somethin'

to help you out with that.

♪ ♪

Okay, I mean, you know, this is--

Hmm?

Okay, I mean, you know, this doesn't solve my problem.

I understand.

But it'll hold you over for now, right?

We gettin' more drivers.

And we'll talk to the boys about they hours with you.

I hear you, and I understand.

[Famous] I'll give you one of my best guys.

Okay, just listen to me, all right?

I can't have you fuckin' up my real work, Kanan,

because, you know, like, after you're gone,

I still need a job.

I ain't goin' nowhere, Paul.

[phone rings]

-Okay. -[Famous] Hello?

-Okay. -[Famous] Yeah, where you at?

A half? A'ight.

Yeah, I got that.

Thirty minutes?

A'ight, word.

♪ ♪

We have an experienced team in place

to help train, style, and market the girls.

There's a formula for success here

and I know what it is.

Listen, my daughter gonna be exactly who she is, though.

I mean, Juke gonna be Juke.

I don't care what your people say.

She ain't changin' for no one.

[N'Kiyah] Oh, we want Jukebox to be herself

right down to her name.

We got three girls--

a diva, a girl next door,

and Jukebox, our tomboy.

[Marvin] Y'all really got this shit down to a science.

Well, what you think, Juke?

[inhales deeply] Yeah.

[exhales deeply] I-I think yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Whatever, man. I'll catch you later.

-A'ight, nigga. Later. -A'ight. You know this.

♪ ♪

[camera shutter snapping]

♪ ♪

I am officially on fuckin' vacation.

Shit.

-Mm-mm-mm. -[lighter clatters]

[muttering to self]

♪ Borderline famous No, I'm not nameless ♪

♪ F-A-M-O-U-S ♪

♪ Ain't no way You gon' tame this ♪

Yeah, I like that. Like that.

♪ I don't see No competition, sick ♪

♪ I'm the type that make The doctor listen, bitch ♪

[knock at door]

-Who is it? -Raq.

Shit.

K-Kanan's not here.

I ain't playin' with you today, Famous.

-Open up the fuckin' door. -Shit.

[exhales deeply]

Kanan said not to let you in the--

What you doin' in here?

-Writing. -Mm-hmm.

And smokin'.

That's comin' from the neighbor's place.

Yeah, well, it looks like you neighbor

forgot his blunt in your crib.

[Famous] Look...

Kanan told me not to let you come up in here again.

Miss Raq!

You don't see nothin', you don't know nothin',

and you ain't sayin' nothin'.

Don't wanna get in the middle of family business, papito.

[grunts softly]

-[bills thud] -Fuck.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, shit.

There she go. That's...

Yo, Juke 'bout to get all TLC up in here.

Ahh!

Keep that shit to yourself.

Fuck all that. I want everybody to know.

My cousin 'bout to blow the fuck up.

-Okay. -[Kanan chuckles]

So, obviously, my dad told you.

Marvin plannin' a parade down Jamaica Avenue right now.

[both chuckle]

Yo, fuck this pizza shit.

You goin' home.

You gonna put some nice shit on.

I'm takin' you to B. Smith's.

Okay, where did you get the money for B. Smith's?

I already made the reservation, Juke.

We gonna be late.

How you payin' for it, Kanan?

I been savin' up for a rainy day and a celebration.

This is it.

So go home. Come on, change clothes.

You don't need to do all this.

[Kanan] Ah, Juke, how often

does good shit like this happen to us?

How many times do people like us

get blessings like these?

We celebratin'.

I want people to see.

I want people to know that we got shit

to be happy about over here in Southside, too.

[hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

How much time I got?

♪ ♪

[Kanan] Gotta hurry, girl.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Guess Juke ain't need me at the audition anyway.

Shit.

She probably better off without me.

When you give a kid your word on somethin',

you follow through.

You don't fake like you did.

If you say you gonna do somethin', you do it.

You know, the last thing I ever wanna do

is hurt my niece or disappoint her.

It ain't worth goin' into the specifics.

Just know that I know that I fucked up.

And I feel fucked up about it.

Yo, Lou,

yo, man, she turnt that shit out.

She killed it! She murdered it!

[chuckles]

See? Talent always wins, baby. Yeah.

Yo, and that work you did with her,

it made a difference.

I mean, I gave you shit, but turns out you might know

a little somethin' about this music thing after all.

I hate to admit that. I really do.

Yeah, I know you do.

You got some time tonight?

I hope you not thinkin'

you gonna turn me into a singer, too,

'cause you remember my solo on "Peace Be Still"

back in eighth grade.

Nigga, I just got my hearing back from that shit.

Nah, I-I-I got this thing I want you to see in Manhattan.

Maybe we could work together, make some money.

You know I'm always up for makin' money.

Let me change these clothes up.

We can get on.

Yeah, uh, you might want to hit that shower, too.

[sniffs]

Oh, yeah, that drunk-tank stink stay on a nigga.

Yeah, that's-that's why you-- that's why you shower it off.

Fuck you, Paco Rabanne.

[scoffs]

[mellow jazz music plays]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

♪ ♪

[Jukebox] Ooh. [scoffs]

The mac and cheese is 20 damn dollars.

For $20, that shit better change my life.

[Kanan laughs]

Whatever. Fuck that.

You changin' your life all on your own.

I always knew it'd happen for you like this.

For real.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Shit, that's why I used to scream and cry

like a little bitch whenever you went over

your friends' house when we was young.

I always just knew somebody else

was gonna figure out how great you are,

take you away from me forever.

♪ ♪

Nobody's takin' me away from you, Kanan.

♪ ♪

I'm proud of you, girl.

♪ ♪

Love you.

I love you, too.

♪ ♪

[glasses clink]

♪ ♪

[silverware scraping]

Deen said Ronnie came through.

My brother lookin' for his own work. Hmm.

And Ronnie must've talked a whole lotta shit

for Deen to hit me about it,

'cause Deen ain't got no love for me.

I thought you was puttin' Ronnie on?

I ain't find nothin' for him yet.

You know, the type of thing Ronnie good for

is real specific.

And the shit he bad for ain't specific at all.

[jazz music playing]

♪ ♪

[Shirley] Like I told your brother,

I was a big E-Train fan...

[chuckles]

...just like every other warm-blooded woman

that crossed his path.

Except our moms.

Dad never could get her to join that particular fan club.

Yeah, but we ain't sure Moms is warm-blooded.

[scoffs] Yo, um, so Lou was talkin' to me

about puttin' some money into the spot,

you know, and-and bringin' it up to date,

blowin' it up a little bit.

Oh. Well, we hadn't talked about that, but...

certainly, I'm open to the conversation.

[Lou-Lou] I'm just thinkin' that some of the things

that need changin' might need some investment.

[Marvin] And I don't know shit about the business,

but I trust my baby brother,

and I think he might have an idea of what to do here.

[Shirley] Well...

I'll be equally honest with you both.

At most...

I figure I've got about two years left doin' this.

I am too old and tired to be breakin' up fights

and throwin' drunks out the door.

I would like nothing more

than to work with some young guys like you

who can reimagine it and-and rebuild it

and take it over when I'm gone.

♪ ♪

Hmm.

♪ ♪

I can't lie, though, it...

it ain't much to look at right now.

[Shirley, laughing] Whoa.

I'll have you know that that stage has been graced

by everyone from Lou Reed...

to Herbie Hancock...

to Mose Allison.

Yeah, and I'll have you know that...

uh, I don't know who the fuck any of them are.

Herbie Hancock fucked with "Rockit,"

the instrumental joint you like?

With the--with the-- uh, with the robots and shit.

-Ah. -[Lou-Lou] Plus, there's--

there's also, uh, a space in the back

where I could set up a studio,

get some of these acts on wax.

[chuckles]

Fuck it. I'm in.

Let's do the damn thing.

Café Vous.

-[Lou-Lou] To Café Vous. -[Shirley] Café Vous.

[indistinct chatter]

[Ronnie] Need to talk to them right quick.

-[Jeronimo] No. -Yo! I'm Unique's brother.

Let him through.

Your brother's not a popular person here.

What's your name?

-Ronnie. -[Juliana] What do you want?

Product.

I wanna make you some money.

We're not interested.

[Ronnie] Don't know what my brother did,

and it don't matter.

If 'Nique's a problem, we can figure that out.

Problems always got solutions.

Good luck to you.

Time to go.

I ain't 'Nique.

[Joaquin] Juliana...

[tense music plays]

[car door closes]

♪ ♪

[Raq sighs]

Kanan comin' home soon.

Word?

You two work it out?

I'm tryin'.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

'Nique.

♪ ♪

I can't have no wildness around me and my son, 'Nique.

I told him I was out, so I guess I gotta be out.

What I'm tellin' you is,

you know, you and me, we in--

we in different places right now.

And it don't feel good to say, but...

I think we gotta pump the brakes, press pause.

I get it.

I mean, we just kickin' it anyway, right?

Nothin' more, nothin' less.

♪ ♪

That's what I'm sayin'.

♪ ♪

I guess we good, then.

We always gonna be good.

Gonna remind you of that

next time we beefin' over blocks.

[Raq chuckles]

Them days is over for me.

I don't know if you sayin' that for you or for me.

You know, I can't tell neither.

[both chuckle]

♪ ♪

One last time, then.

Okay.

Shall we?

♪ ♪

[school bell rings, indistinct chatter]

-[metal detector beeps] -[person] What's up, baby?

Good?

-[metal detector blaring] -Oh.

What?

What the fuck?

Step to the side.

[blaring continues]

The machine is broken, man.

A'ight? I ain't even got nothin' on me.

[sighing]

Just my books for school, man.

See? Told you.

[sighs]

[students clamoring]

[guard] You told me what, again?

What the fuck? That ain't mine.

Why is it in your book bag?

Turn around. Put your hands behind your back.

[Kanan] I'm not puttin' my hands behind my--

Yo! What the--Nah, somebody put that shit in there, man!

Yo! What the fuck, man?

[handcuffs clicking, excited chatter]

[dramatic music plays]

[Krystal] ♪ And it leaves me feeling empty ♪

♪ With this hollow chord ♪

♪ Make it like it was ♪

♪ The way you used to be ♪

♪ When I hungered for your love ♪

♪ Constantly ♪

Boombox, right?

Jukebox.

You good with harmony? 'Cause they're gonna want you

-to follow my lead. -[door opens]

-I don't know. Maybe. -[Iesha] Hey, y'all.

I'm Iesha.

You're Krystal, and you're Jukebox.

I already asked N'Kiyah who else made it.

Shit. I didn't even think about anyone else.

Yo, Polo girl.

-Mint girl. -[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

[Kanan scoffs]

You gotta be kiddin' me with this, Kanan.

It's not even mine.

You just can't help yourself.

You both can go in to meet with Dr. West now.

[Kanan grunts]

-It's not. -Mm-hmm.

[Kanan sighs]

No, I don't know how it got in the bag, Dr. West.

I swear to God.

I remember not too long ago

sitting right here with you and your mother

and encouraging you to apply to Stuyvesant.

Yeah, I remember that, too.

And look where we are now.

I'm tellin' you, somebody put that in my bag.

-[Raq scoffs] -I'm not lyin' neither.

[West] If there's any saving grace here,

and it's not much at all,

it's that the gun didn't have ammunition.

Look...

I'm not trying to explain anything away at all, Dr. West.

I'm just as disappointed in my son as you are.

But recently our family had some violence visit us.

Could be that Kanan was just tryin' to protect himself.

What?

Ma, it's not mine.

[West] I'm aware of this.

And, frankly, it's the reason why I called you in

rather than simply having the police take

Kanan into custody.

And I appreciate that, truly.

And I'm sorry about what happened at your home.

The world's gone mad.

Dr. West, that gun does not belong to me.

[Raq] Then whose is it, Kanan, hmm?

I don't know.

It was in your bag.

It can't be anybody else's but yours.

[West] By law, I'm obligated to alert the police

about the seizure of a weapon on school grounds.

But fortunately for you,

someone in the police department

-is looking out for you. -[Raq sighs]

[West] They've agreed not to press charges.

Instead, they're going to let the ACS handle the situation.

Praise God.

A social worker will contact you

in the next 24 to 48 hours.

And over the next six months,

they will conduct random visits with you both

to check not only on Kanan's progress

but also the suitability

of the living conditions within your home.

If you violate the terms put forth by the social worker,

most likely some sort of curfew

and a regular, detailed accounting of your whereabouts,

you'll be sent to juvenile court,

where this weapons charge will be filed.

I wanna be clear, Kanan,

it's not just you who could face prosecution here.

They could file charges against your mother.

And I know you don't want that.

[sighs]

[hip-hop music playing]

So I'm really into, like, Native Tongues.

-You know them? -Mm-hmm.

You got Tribe, Jungle Brothers, De La?

I mean, De La Soul is Dead is, like, my favorite album

-of all time. -[door opens]

There's a lot of tracks on that one.

Yeah, and they all so dope.

[N'Kiyah] All right, ladies, gather up around me, please.

I'm excited.

And you should be, too.

But make no mistake about it, you're here to work,

and it's not gonna be easy,

but if you dedicate yourself to it,

if you push yourself farther

than you ever thought you could,

it will be worthwhile.

The name of the group is Butta...

-with an A. -[Iesha chuckles]

Now, we focus-grouped a number of possible names,

and far and away this one got the best response.

I don't know if I like it.

And I don't care. [snaps fingers]

I don't care if you like the name,

if you like me, if you like the weather.

This is not a democracy, ladies.

You do what I tell you to do,

or you go back to where you came from.

As far as you're concerned, I'm God.

There's no one above me, not you...

not your parents,

not your boyfriends.

Now, you all may sing in different voices,

but the only voice in your head is mine.

I'm your north star, your guiding light,

your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

I'm everything.

You nothin'.

[dramatic music plays]

You nothin' until I tell you you somethin'.

Now, not long from now,

we'll be showcasin' Butta

to executives from the biggest record labels

in the industry.

If they like what they see,

we'll be in a studio within two weeks

and out on tour within three months.

If they don't like you,

Butta is just another baby that never should've been born.

Until then,

today's the first day of your new job.

♪ ♪

Let's get to work. [snaps fingers]

♪ ♪

[Kanan] Ma, that gun ain't mine.

Why would I ever believe you, Kanan?

You don't live at home no more.

You got new friends, and we don't even talk.

I can't believe you because I don't even know you.

Whatever, Ma. I'm goin' home.

[Raq] And by goin' home,

I know you mean you comin' back to our home,

the one you and me supposed to be livin' in together.

Look, you heard what she said in there just like I did.

I ain't catchin' no case behind your bullshit.

This shit's not even negotiable.

You comin' home with me,

and there ain't no two ways about it.

Get your ass in the car.

[car door opens, closes]

[chair scrapes]

[door opens, closes]

So what Deen talkin' 'bout?

-Deen who? -Don't fuck with me, Ronnie.

I know you rolled up on him.

♪ ♪

I ain't seen that nigga in years.

[Unique scoffs]

That's funny,

'cause, you know, Deen told me himself

that you came by lookin' for work.

So, what, you callin' a nigga a liar?

♪ ♪

I said what I said.

♪ ♪

You know what?

You ain't shit, Ronnie.

You ain't shit.

♪ ♪

[breathes deeply]

♪ ♪

This on you and nobody else.

But I am happy to have you home.

[footsteps departing]

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

It's like I was sayin',

we can set the mic up in the middle of the room...

...put my boy right here.

We get the right clientele up in here,

we can move a lot of work.

I mean, spot's nasty, but it's gots potential.

We can't have that shit in here, man.

That's her, not me.

I'm not talkin' about her. I'm talkin' 'bout me.

I-I-I need to get paid, too.

You gonna get paid off the door and the drinks

and the artists that we break in here.

I'm asking you...

let the club alone.

Don't dirty it up with that shit.

Don't dirty me up.

Fine.

Fine.

Cruddy-ass white fools in here

probably ain't got no real money anyway.

But you better be waterin' them drinks down

somethin' fierce, nigga,

'cause I been watchin' old Shirley,

and she do some deep fuckin' pours.

I'm on it.

[scoffs]

[Howard] It's only so many times

I can cover for the boy, Raq.

I mean, takin' a gun to school?

-That shit's outrageous. -He was just scared.

[Howard] That's on you.

You brought all this shit into his life.

And the Feds...

they still got questions about Crown.

They ain't buyin' it.

So you best believe they still got eyes on you.

And if they got eyes on you, they got eyes on Kanan.

They can look all they want.

Ain't got shit to see.

[inhales deeply] Look, I gotta go make dinner.

You know, you did a good thing,

helpin' your kid out with that shit at school.

Did I?

Hey, yo, I ain't takin' your calls no more.

You gotta start figurin' this shit out on your own.

♪ ♪

[announcer] ...in our Sweep of Champions.

-[Deen] Hey, Grandma. -[keys clang]

[announcer] On a Big Sweep before...

[Deen] What you watchin' here? Ah, favorite show.

[announcer] And here they are competing again.

Do second chances ever pay off?

-Well, we have... -[Deen] So...

they did not have your vanilla.

But...

I got your second best, strawberry.

-Oh. -[Deen] Okay?

Crack that for you.

Here you go.

And...

we got the, uh, batteries for your hearing aid, too.

So I'ma change that out for you.

[Grandma chuckles, announcer continues indistinctly]

All right. There we go.

Hey, you gonna miss the funniest part.

[chuckles]

[announcer] ...towards her second shopping list item.

[host] Now, at the end of the sweep,

we'll find out how much...

Everybody remember, at the end of the Big Sweep,

the bell will ring,

and you must stop shopping and head back.

The team whose runner has swept up the most money

in merchandise and bonus prizes wins the game...

[continues indistinctly]

[ominous music plays]

♪ ♪

On your mark, get set, go!

[announcer speaking indistinctly on TV]

♪ ♪

[blade plunges]

Shouldn't have run your mouth, nigga.

[both breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[body thuds]

♪ ♪

[Grown Kanan] First rule of the street

and everybody know it: Don't stench it.

Don't talk about nothin' that ain't yours to talk about.

And it ain't even about what you say though,

it's about what you hear.

I never liked being around no niggas who talk.

'Cause if they gappin' off about some other fool's business,

you could be damn sure they talkin' the same shit

about yours.

Shit real simple,

don't hear nothin', won't be nothin'.

[chuckles]

[announcer] And that's smart 'cause they really add up.

And Tim's finding a big box of delicious cheddar cheese.

[continues indistinctly]

[Ice Cube] ♪ Goddamn It's a brand-new payback ♪

♪ From the straight Gangsta mack ♪

♪ In straight gangsta black ♪

♪ How many motherfuckers Gotta pay? ♪

♪ Went to the shelf And dusted off the AK ♪

♪ Caps gotta get peeled ♪

♪ 'Cause the nigga You love to hate ♪

♪ Still can kill at will ♪

♪ It ain't no pop 'Cause that sucks ♪

♪ And you can new jack swing On my nuts ♪

♪ Down with the niggas That I bail out ♪

♪ I'm platinum, bitch, and I didn't have to sell out ♪

♪ "Fuck you, Ice Cube" That's what the people say ♪

♪ Fuck America Still with the triple K ♪

♪ 'Cause you know When my nine goes buck ♪

♪ It'll bust your head ♪

♪ Like a watermelon dropped From 12 stories up ♪

♪ Now let's see who'll drop ♪

♪ Punk motherfuckers Tryin' to ban hip-hop ♪

♪ Fuck R&B And the runnin' man ♪

♪ I'm the one that stand With the gun in hand ♪

♪ Make sure before you buck With duck quick, punk ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm the wrong nigga To fuck with, fuck with ♪

♪ ♪

[person] I'ma let y'all know one thing, man.

[Ice Cube] ♪ Hell, yeah It's on, you better tell 'em ♪

♪ Ice Cube, and I'm rolling With the motherfuckin' L.M. ♪

♪ It's the number-one crew In the area ♪

♪ Make a move for your gat And I'll bury ya ♪

♪ Ashes to ashes Dirt to dirt ♪

♪ Punks roll When I put in work ♪

♪ 'Cause Lench Mob niggas Are the craziest ♪