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Dear Ms. Fletcher, thank you for interest....

Each and every one of you can go straight to hell!

Eva?

What's going on?

I hired the best headhunter.

I had two dozen interviews.

And I killed every single of one 'em.

I know you want me out,

but I'm gonna need some more time.

You're being blackballed.

I'm sorry.

But I'm still gonna need you to move out

by the end of the month.

Eva Fletcher.

I'm thrilled to be sitting across from a candidate

from the Big Green.

A pleasure to represent.

Oh, Elmer was at your alma mater

before they even admitted women.

I have one more question for you, Ms. Fletcher.

Dr. Fletcher... I think it says here on her CV.

Have you, uh... you attended Ivys.

And you were the president

of one of those fancy, liberal arts colleges.

Said yourself you grew up the indulged Army brat

of a Brigadier General.

Share with me what you know about life

at a historically black college.

Pride, tradition, excellence.

Those are your expectations.

And yet the university has gone from a top-5 HBCU

to falling out of the top 25.

Now, I took Laura Farnsworth College

from being simply admired to one that is competitive.

HBCU or Ivy, excellence is excellence.

Excellence is excellence.

But our... our budget is our budget.

I bet I could find 10% pure fat in my first year.

Let's go!

I saw the one that did it.

You ain't seen nothing!

Come on.

Hurry up!

Find that ho.

The one that saw me.

Alright.

Cedric... what's going on?

Uh, nothing.

Yo, Mom, what are you doing?

Ask me that again see I don't smack you up side your head.

You don't even know what happened.

Okay, okay. Cedric, what happened?

Exactly.

I'm tired of jumping every time my phone rings.

I'm scared the police are gonna come knocking at my door

in the middle of the night.

I promised your father I would not let these streets have you.

Ain't nobody got me.

Ain't I supposed to go Chicago State in the fall?

No, Cedric, you're not.

What?

That's not the only school you got into.

Hey, I can't go to Georgia.

You know I can't.

Ma, what about my music?

They got music in Atlanta.

Grab 'em.

Hey, how you doing, young man?

What's up?

Um, hi, I'm Berretta, Cedric's mother.

- Hi. - This is my Aunt Vida.

Hi. How're you doing?

I'm Charles Richardson.

Um, these are my sons Duncan and your new roommate, Bryce.

How're you doing?

What's up, fam?

It's nice to meet you.

Dope, we got a TV?

No. I got a TV.

Whatever, blue blood.

Let's, uh... let's get the rest of your stuff, son.

Alright.

Nice meeting ya.

Likewise.

Today, I continue my four-part series

on crime in Urban American.

In Chicago, three men were killed in a nightclub shooting.

The victims included an off-duty police officer working security

and a University of Illinois engineering student.

Cedric, I am putting your undershirts in here

with your belts in the second drawer, okay?

Because we're smart enough to be afraid

of the people we should be afraid of.

Cedric, help us put your stuff up.

Justice from a system that has demonstrated

black lives don't matter.

Ladies and Gentlemen, our new Georgia A&M President.

Dr. Eva Fletcher.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Pride, tradition, excellence.

Those are the words engraved on our gates.

They're also the principles my husband and I have instilled

in our daughter, Sydney.

She's a freshman here,

and we couldn't be more excited.

Why do I have to move?

She's the one who got fired.

I wasn't fired, I resigned.

Well, I didn't resign, so I shouldn't have to go with you.

You barely graduated, Syd.

We're lucky that your mother's new position

includes your free education.

Dad, I can go to junior college here.

My life is here.

The father that I'd much rather live with is here.

This isn't a negotiation.

What's wrong?

Afraid you'll be lonely?

Afraid you won't make any friends?

- Sydney! - That's enough, Syd.

There are those who say the historically black college

is no longer necessary, that our support has dried up.

Why does it take bourge people forever

- to make a damn point? - Sssh!

- To that, I say... - Sssh.

Excellence has no expiration date.

You don't know me like that.

Yo, I could've said all that by now

and drop the beat on it.

You know what I'm saying?

Grow up... both of you.

You know you starting to sound less like my roommate

and too much like my mama.

Hey, you know that boy Rav

coming through here next week, right?

Come on, bird, you know I got front-row tickets to that shit.

We begin our future by honoring our past.

This year, we begin our climb back to the top.

And we will do it together.

Welcome to walk-on tryouts.

Thank you, Director Diamond, sir.

What do you know about this band?

The Georgia Agriculture and Mechanical University.

Marching Mountain Cats

was established in 1918 with 17 all-male members.

Women weren't allowed in until 1942

when Lily May Young so impressed with her trumpet,

she couldn't be denied.

The Marching Mountain Cats became

your Marching Mountain Cats in 1996.

You play seven instruments, sir.

Your first, the alto sax.

And still your favorite.

That's why I play it...

since I was six.

You're my idol, sir.

You got good taste.

And I faithfully pledge to uphold the standards...

What in the hell gives you the right to recite my creed?

Have you lost your damn mind, freshman?

Are you a Mountain Cat?

No.

Exactly.

With your cocky ass running my history.

Check up!

Proceed.

Alright, well, I just needed your signature on this.

Okay, what is it?

Um, it is the Fall Semester Bonfire of Freedom, Ma'am.

Uh, fire and police department have to be here.

It's state law.

And, uh... oh, the entertainment.

Probably a rapper.

Fifty thousand dollars?

You do realize the school is broke, right?

It's a big fire. It's...

We can't afford that.

Well... well, we've been doing that since 196...

Mr. Diamond, your 10:30's here.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Hello.

I almost gave up on you.

After... after ten minutes?

After five minutes.

So what can I do for you?

What you can do for our university.

That's what I came to discuss.

Being a nationally celebrated cash cow isn't enough?

The band has no bigger fan than its new president.

Makes me wish I didn't put down my flute.

I'm sure you had good reason.

Cecil... it is no secret

that the school is in financial straits,

and most departments are in the red.

Not mine.

Maybe you could stay in standard hotel rooms.

Fly business class.

Nah, I bring in more money to this university

than any other program,

but you want me to tighten my belt?

It'd save a lot of money.

You know, it took me 20 years to get the band

to this level of undeniability.

When I'm in the barber's chair, I'm creating new formations.

When I'm getting my prostate checked,

I'm writing new arrangements.

Live, eat, sleep.

I get it.

The band is that good because you are... that good.

But we both have jobs to do.

We do.

And perks to consider.

Like living in a 10,000 square-foot

president's mansion alone.

I'd... uh...

I'd like us to work as a team.

And if you aren't interested in that,

then it turns into a pissing contest.

And that would put you in a distinct disadvantage.

Have a productive day, Mr. Diamond.

How fast you wanna bring it home, baby?

Let's do it!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

I assume this is about money.

So I'll just cut right to it.

Your team's record is abyssal.

And I can't get you funding the university...

doesn't have for a team that bad.

Wow.

Psst, been a long day, huh?

Yes, it has.

I'm sorry.

Then you're right.

We do suck.

Hard to win games without stars to do what we need.

And if they can do what we need, they have options.

You know, it makes me wonder why you're here.

I mean, obviously, you have options.

Each and every one of you can go straight to hell!

Was there anything else?

No.

Okay.

Well, I... have a meeting.

So have a productive day, Coach.

Your lips was so attached to Diamond's butt

I was about to pronounce y'all ass and wife.

You're stupid.

But, hey, man, ever since I've seen the Mountain Cats

performing at Alcorn State, it's just been like...

Biz Markie, 1988.

What you know about Biz?

My father.

The conservative MD talked my ear off

about the history of hip hop.

He listens to it like every day.

Really?

So does my uncle.

He like a 45-year-old rapper.

Still trying to get a record deal.

Oh, and I saw that performance at Alcorn State.

I still watch it all the time.

Mr. Diamond is the truth.

Which would explain

why your lips was all on his old ass.

Okay, well when I'm the only freshman walk-on he chooses,

you'll wish you would have puckered up too.

Oh my God!

They posted the band list.

Go to the website.

- Boy, you something else. - Uh-uh, no, no.

You know I'm allergic to smoke.

I just like the ambience.

Her black skin don't make her black.

Not black black.

Not nothing a black university black.

Frat, I've been listening to you

bitch and moan for two hours.

What's your plan?

Oh, oh, oh, I got a goddamn plan.

I'm resigning.

I already wrote the letter.

And you know the worst part?

Hmm?

They'll call me to clean up Black Ivy's mess when she fails.

So I have to make sure she fails quickly.

King and Queens...

Presidents and Prime Ministers...

request command performances from one marching band.

And that band is your Georgia A&M...

Mighty Marching Mountain Cats!

Come on out now, freshmen!

Show 'em why you're here!

You see?

You see that?

He keeps playing in his pivot foot like that, matter of time

before he takes a bad hit and lose that knee.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I need to speak with you.

Uh, gentlemen, will you excuse us?

I'd like to be fired in private.

Appreciate it, gentlemen.

Good day, Ma'am.

This is BoJohn Folsom from Carlito, Texas.

Played varsity as a freshman. Freshman.

First Team All-American sophomore, junior year.

Best quarterback come out of Southwest in ten years.

You know him.

Couldn't call myself a coach if I didn't.

Now he could have gone onto any Division I school, but...

he choked his coach.

He's on the untouchable list, Eva.

So was Randy Moss.

Stars lead to wins.

And wins lead to funding.

Why can't you take my word on this?

Because if you don't tell me what I want to hear,

I don't believe you.

And what the hell is that supposed to mean?

It means we're going on a recruiting trip.

Look, I already got my team, Eva.

Been set since spring.

Then reset it.

I've gotta get this school out of debt,

and I think I might be able to do that with Big Bad Bo.

Let's go, Coach.

Y'all seem like nice enough folks,

so I'm gonna be honest with ya.

This... this is a waste of your time.

Not so, Mr. Folsom.

For us, no matter how this meeting goes,

we met a really nice family.

Well, I gotta tell you how much we were hoping

to walk out that door with a commitment

from your talented son there.

BoJohn, you ready to wear that burgundy and black?

- I guess so. - I'm...

handling my son's recruitment.

Mr. Folsom, recruitment suggests that there are

colleges... plural... knocking on your son's door.

What's Dr. Fletcher's saying is,

BoJohn has already sit out two years.

Now if he makes the team, I'll make room for him on my roster,

give him a free ride.

I want what's best for my boy.

So let me be blunt.

How much salt do you got in that pepper of yours?

We've got two white players.

But, Mr. Folsom, football is about what's under the skin.

Now I promise you... I apologize for, uh,

cutting you off, Coach Hardwick, but begging is for dogs.

Georgia A&M graduates 80% of its players

and boasts the most celebrated marching band in college sports.

Sixteen years and counting.

Drop your business card on the table, let's go, Coach.

Nah, brah... that's not it.

Then we didn't lay it down there, man,

you're just gonna take your stank-ass back in the booth

like I told you two hours ago.

Man, who was you calling stank-ass?

Brah, just respect my environment, boss.

Auntie, what are you doing here?

Is Mom alright?

Who you think sent me?

She's fine. Everyone is fine.

Alright, well, can I holler at you later?

I'm on the clock right now.

No, you're on your mama's credit card,

that's what you're on.

Moms gave me that credit card.

For emergencies.

Auntie, what do I gotta do, huh?

I stay out of trouble.

My grades right.

I ain't nobody's daddy, am I?

What do I gotta do just to get a little support for my dream?

Here.

Now... ain't no more where this came from,

'cause I don't like this hippity-hoppety rap mess.

Fifteen minutes!

Yo, can you shut the hell up, brah?

Love you, Auntie.

Love you, too.

Now play that back, brah.

- Hey. - Hey.

Where've you been, roomie?

I'm a Google Scholar, remember?

I had a coding meeting.

Okay.

I was just asking.

Damn.

Knock it out the box, Rick.

Georgia Story, 1989.

I wish it was both of us.

But it's not.

So go.

Work as hard as I would have.

I will.

You better work.

That's right.

Hit!

Hit!

Hit!

Helmets on, helmets on.

Let's go, baby.

Yes, sir.

- One, two, three. - One.

- One, two, three. - Two.

- One, two, three. - Three.

- One, two, three. - Four!

Everybody take a knee.

New guy, hand in the air.

This is BoJohn Folsom.

He's a late walk-on, QB3.

He coming for you, QB1.

I ain't scared.

He better be.

Well, we got one week to full scrimmage.

Two to opening game.

We practice like we have since spring,

like you're still trying to earn a spot.

Yes, sir.

BoJohn Folsom, follow me.

Rest of you, hit the field.

What's up, Coach?

Listen up, BoJohn Folsom.

Kids play, I don't.

You ever raise your hand at me,

you'll never raise it to anybody else.

Yes, sir.

One favor though.

You mind calling me Bo?

Hit the field, BoJohn.

Get you some, Country Boy.

You need to get back to slopping hogs and milking cows.

We just getting started, baby.

President's daughter, right?

Ha, not what I lead with, but yeah.

Bryce.

Sydney.

I read that your father's a judge.

Mine, too.

Then you're probably as unhappy about being here

as I am.

No, I'm third generation A&M, and proud of it.

Okay. You know, I don't want to make up a fake boo

or lie about what I'm doing tonight,

so while I'm flattered... Don't be.

Ha, surprise.

I'm not hitting on you.

I was just wondering why your mother cut the bonfire.

One of our oldest traditions.

Yeah.

Well, she has some traditions, too.

Like not giving a damn about what you think is important.

This party is off the chain.

Oh, look at the cutie over there.

Mm.

Ooh, look at this table.

I'm glad I brought my big purse.

Man, my moms does the same thing

at the all-you-can-eat buffet.

Who you trying to clown on, Flow Genuis?

So I see you found your boy on Twitter though.

Yeah. And you better follow me back.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Alright.

Hey, check me out, bro.

Hey, I got you, man.

Hey, check me out there, bro.

You want that ridge, check me out on Spotify.

If you was all that, bro, you would be on the mic already.

What?

Let's turn up tonight! Let's go!

Damn.

Thought you were security.

Already lit.

I'm Madison.

Sydney.

I'm gonna marry him.

You know he asked me on prom night?

And he and all my friends went away to UGA.

My mom thinks it'll never happen.

Me and Ryan.

She thinks she knows everything.

Not possible.

My mother, in fact, does know everything.

Man, I wish I could live in the dorms.

Wait, you can.

With me. My roommate just bailed.

- Serious? - Yeah.

Said I was plain nastiness

the way my hair was always everywhere.

Girl, if I get out of the house,

I don't care where your hair is.

Okay.

Come on.

GAM-U!

We rep that GAM-U!

We rep that GAM-U!

We rep that GAM-GAM-U!

GAM-U!

We rep that GAM-U!

We rep that GAM-U!

We rep that GAM-GAM-U!

Just wait 'til you see my liquor shelf.

Uh, and all I had to tell my mother was

you were an engineering major.

Uh, nope.

G.

G, G, G, A.

A, A, A, M.

You all get in, I'm about to put this on Snapchat.

G-A-M-U.

G-G-G-G.

Sound like some pussies think they ready to be big cats.

Ready to be initiated into my den.

Step into my office... scrubs.

Nah, leave the instruments.

You don't need 'em.

Let's go! I ain't go all day!

What happened to all that chat?

Check up!

Sorry to bother you, Ma'am.

One of the band members was just rushed to the hospital.

What?

Some sort of head injury.

Bring me more details.

Oh, God.

You know staring at your phone won't actually make it ring.

Look, I don't know what I'm doing.

I was never like this before.

But I just know that he's at UGA

having way more fun than I am here.

Well, there are ways to keep yourself busy.

No, I'm not like that.

Mm.

But if I were, I'd definitely like that.

Well, look at you suddenly so thirsty.

I'll go find out more for you.

Mmm. For me?

Hi.

I bet we're thinking the exact same thing.

What's that?

I've never been around this many black people.

Even if I was thinking it, I'm not stupid enough to say it.

And, no, I'm not calling you stupid.

Better be careful what you eat if you wanna...

keep that body.

They fire water down here.

Well, they fire it, flip it, and fry it again where I'm from.

Seriously?

You're out?

Gotta stay out of trouble.

I don't see that happenin'.

Hi.

- Hi, I'm Dr... - Dr. Fletcher.

I'm Noni.

Eboni's roommate.

This is drum major Danny.

Hello.

What happened to her, Danny?

Complicated choreography, Ma'am.

It's hard to learn.

She collided with an instrument.

I... I've gotta go.

I'll see you later, Eb, okay?

Good afternoon.

I wish it was, but since one of our students

is lying in the hospital.

My band, my business.

Which is why I'm surprised you aren't there.

I take responsibility for choosing her.

She wasn't in step, that's why she got hurt.

She isn't hurt.

She's in critical condition.

Getting the best medical care money can buy.

I looked into some of your mishaps...

over the past five years. And what'd you find?

That 4 mil a year I bring in?

File an incident report by the end of the day.

Don't you hold your breath, Black Ivy.

I'm sorry?

Oh, I get it.

So you think because I grew up in a wealthy family,

attended Ivy League schools,

and married well that I'm not down.

Not black.

My ability to survive and my intellect

are both very black, Mr. Diamond.

My point is simple.

I don't answer to you.

And I never will.

My point is simple as well.

You do as I asked you.

Or I will not hesitate to put my foot directly in your ass.

That black enough for you?

And the way she wears her ignorance on her sleeve,

that's what gets me.

Us boys can't let this woman destroy GAM-U.

Yes, told Cecil Diamond he need to start flying coach.

First class.

I couldn't agree more.

How 'bout some drinks?

Yeah, drinks next week.

It is, yeah.

- Hello? - Dave!

How you doing?

I'm good, man.

Oh, up there in Midland.

You got a minute?

I don't like it.

I don't like it!

I don't like!

I don't like this!

The melody is way off!

Come on now.

Drum section, set it off.

Hey.

Hey.

Good morning, Mr. Director.

Good morning, Bruce.

Looking good.

You, uh, going to the White House?

Well, you'll always be the first to know.

And I thank you.

But you called me.

I got something for you.

Anyone notice a common thread in the reading?

Sydney?

No idea.

How 'bout something obvious?

What moved them?

What united them most?

Were these things they could not see?

Are we motivated by things we cannot see?

Race, in a way.

I mean, we can see it, but it's not really there,

scientifically speaking.

Skin color was real enough for the white man

to make us slaves.

Right, white people?

Deshawn, respect and decorum.

Some Africans were slaves to other Africans.

And Madison's right.

The genetic variation in skin color is microscopic.

Skin color, race, it's only a divider

because this society needs it to be.

The black white girl is deep.

Deshawn.

What's up, Eb?

Last time I was in the hospital was when my cousin got shot.

It's all the same though.

Yo... I got like 20 of these made.

You already know I gotta give one to your boy Rav.

You know, make it easy for him to check your boy out.

I thought you might like this.

Yeah, you like that, huh?

Alright. I'm out.

Hey.

Did I wake you?

Sydney okay?

Sydney's fine.

I'm not.

What is it?

I miss that.

The way concern sounds in your voice.

Tell me what's going on, Eva.

I thought I'd just... jump in and crush it,

and be back to my real life in a year or two.

It's been tougher than you thought, huh?

This place is... it's hard, Derek.

It's a lot harder than it should be.

Do you need to get that?

It's probably Sydney coming to wash her clothes.

Hold on.

You are one hard woman to get ahold of.

How did you get in? What are you doing here?

I got my ways.

And I wanted to see you.

Well, you've seen me, now go.

That's my husband.

Perfect.

That means he's not here then, right?

Goodbye, Jason.

Oh, I'm Jason now?

Hmm?

What happened to six-pack?

Good morning, gorgeous.

Mwah.

Mm.

You didn't have to do all that.

Oh, yes, I did.

Only the best for my woman.

Jason.

Oh, is that the time?

Damn, I gotta go.

I can't be late for class.

You have class today?

You're never gonna get back to Connecticut in time.

It's all good. I'm just going across campus.

I'm a Mountain Cat now.

Mwah.

I'm gonna call you later.

No, no.

Dr. Fletcher?

Good morning, Dr. Randolph.

Not according to our boosters.

The Mountain Cat Marching Band is the crown jewel

of this institution.

It would not be without Cecil Diamond.

What do you hope to accomplish by antagonizing him?

Is that what I'm calling my concern for

a hospitalized student?

He can clean his own house.

She could have died.

Eva, do not interfere with that band

any way, shape, or form.

You won't believe what happened in world history

yesterday.

Deshawn got schooled.

Eboni?

Eboni! Help!

Nurse, somebody help!

Please help! Eboni!

She's seizing.

Miss, we need you to leave.

Eboni! Eboni!

Now miss, please!

Call Mr. Miller.

Excuse me.

She's seizing, Dr. Miller.

I'm sorry to bother you, Dr. Fletcher,

but can I get you some lunch, please?

Uh-huh.

May I help you?

Hi, Noni.

What can I do for you?

I need to tell you something.

Oh, oh, okay.

Oh, no, it's gonna be okay.

Seniors in the band attacked Eboni Weaver.

And Diamond knew it was going to happen.

May I suggest a decaf?

Oh, it gets better.

I got a visit from Randolph.

And he told me to leave it alone.

Talked to me like I was a child.

Well, I know you didn't think they were just gonna

let you come in and take over the university.

Well... well, what are we even talking about?

Who?

The men that have been running it since 1852.

I'm here, aren't I?

They hired their first woman president.

It must mean they were ready for some kind of change.

Okay, let's say that they trustees allow you to fire

the man that heads their biggest moneymaker.

Is that really a win?

With anti-hazing laws, the legal fees alone

will bankrupt the school.

So you get justice for 1 student,

and 3,200 others get screwed.

And you, too, by the way, replaced by Carlton Pettiway

who wanted the job in the first place.

I didn't sign up for this.

If I had anywhere... anywhere else to go.

But you don't.

You ready?

- I mean, what... - Yo, yo, yo, what's going on?

How're you all doing?

Hello.

You all registered to vote?

Of course.

Cool. Well, check this out.

Sigma Mu Kappa's throwing a little mixer

before the Rav concert.

You all trying to come through?

Maybe.

Maybe?

Okay. I wanna see you there.

I've heard stuff about those guys.

OMG.

I'm sorry.

Whatever.

Hello?

I'm Eva Fletcher, President of Georgia A&M.

Hi, Eboni.

It's Dr. Fletcher.

You're looking good.

June Weaver, Eboni's father.

This is DeLois, her mother.

She got through surgery, praise God.

Can't wait to get her back to Miami,

put all of this behind us.

You're taking her out of school?

Don't worry, we're not suing.

Not having my daughter's name attached to that monster

for the rest of her life.

When monsters are allowed to prey on whonever they will...

It's not our fight, Dr. Fletcher.

With all due respect... I don't think that's true.

You know, with all due respect...

our daughter is no longer your business.

Please hear me out.

Eboni is vivacious.

She is smart.

She's a worker.

Exactly the kind of student we want here.

And we can't get her far enough away.

One, six, four!

Six, four, Mike! Six, four, Mike!

Hey, band it three. Band it three.

Get your ass back to Texas.

That's what we call an interception.

Hey, man, you need to get up out of here.

Damn attempted murder, ain't you supposed to be

the great white hope?

I was wide open.

What the hell am I doing?

Alright, bring it in.

Take a knee.

Alright, listen up.

We got our first scrimmage tomorrow.

People are talking about us.

Now usually they're just going on and on

about how much y'all suck.

But now they're trashing the team.

You know, I learned a long time ago

not to worry about what people say.

Worry about what we do.

- And what do we do, gentlemen? - Make plays!

- What? - Make plays!

- What? - Make plays!

You're damn right.

Break.

Hey, QB?

Number five?

Yo, Texas?

Hey!

My fault back there, man.

I ran the wrong route.

But I really appreciate you

not throwing me beneath the bus back there.

Alright?

- No problem. - Yeah.

Hey, Tevaris, man.

Bo.

Hey, man, you got a good arm.

Keep it up, you be alright.

I've never had a QB give me the rock like that.

So we gonna run some more after practice next time, alright?

- Yeah. - Alright, cool, man.

You ever been to Texas?

Why? Are you trying to go back home?

No, can't never do that.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

Hey.

Well, your... husband surely misses you.

Except it's not from your husband.

And you're not happy to hear from this guy.

Well, hey, if you gotta love the one you're with list,

I am around.

I'm just playing.

What do you need, Coach?

Like you know the reporter who did the BoJohn story?

Mm-hmm.

That's Diamond's boy.

He covers the band, and not the football team.

The story was planted?

One hundred percent.

Look, around here, men come in two flavors.

Hound dogs and big dogs.

Now, you pull a hound dog's tail,

he'll just go lay somewhere else.

You pull a big dog's tail, he's gonna bite you.

Thank you for the head's up.

Anytime.

You don't have an appointment?

I don't.

My office tried, but apparently had no luck.

She's the deputy district attorney.

You don't just happen by.

Please let her know that the President of Georgia A&M

would like a few minutes of her time.

Look, I wish I could help, but this sounds like

an administrative matter.

And I'm in the middle of a front-page murder trial.

It's not an administrative issue

if he's acting outside the scope of his employment.

Okay, so you want me to do your laundry?

I go after him, prove he's acting

outside of his official responsibilities.

Then if the family comes after the university...

They won't.

They never want to hear Cecil Diamond's name again.

Look, I am not trying to bail out the university.

I am here to behead a beast.

He's resourceful and ruthless with very powerful friends.

Look, you're not the first to come here

with allegations against him.

I bet I'm the first with a witness.

Chantel?

Hey.

Yo, what is you doing here?

What you think I'm doing here?

I miss my man.

How you swing the cash for the trip from Chicago?

Like I don't know how to have a savings account.

You mad I came?

Hell no.

Mad we still standing here though.

I missed you.

Hey.

I've been texting you like crazy.

You need to go home.

I can't, I transferred here.

Go back to Connecticut.

Or what?

Hello?

You said you'd call every day.

I know, I'm sorry.

But I got mandatory studying right now.

I'll call you after, I promise.

Have a nice day.

Alright now, you too.

You don't keep promises, Bo.

You make new ones to replace the ones you broke.

Thanks for making me feel like crap.

You feel like crap?

People laugh at me for thinking you're coming back!

How you think that feels?

What you want me to say, Alyssa?

Nothing!

Go!

Go ahead with your life.

I'll be here topping off gas tanks.

I'm supposed to be getting the school out of debt,

but I can't ignore this.

I think we just have to be very careful with her.

So I think the most important thing, at this point,

is to protect these kids.

Absolutely.

Hi, Noni.

Hi, Dr. Fletcher.

This is Deputy DA Standrich.

Hi.

DA?

Yes, I heard you.

And I'm gonna do something about it.

Why would you do this?

I'm here to help, sweetie.

Why don't we start at the beginning?

Beginning of what?

What you told me about Eboni having been attacked

by the other band members.

Uh, you misunderstood me.

Noni, if you've been harassed...

I've gotta go.

I should be in class right now.

Damn it.

Since when you start coming

to the Center for Civil and Human Rights?

Just trying to show you around.

Atlanta's alright.

Maybe I should move down here.

Seriously?

Why you say it like that?

Say you love Chicago.

I mean, all your peeps is out there.

Well, hold up.

Did somebody come at you about that shooting in the club?

No.

I just miss my man, that's all.

Your man is the business.

Maybe when he ain't feelin' himself like he is right now.

You know you like that.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Hi, Dr. Fletcher.

Are you alright?

Can't talk right now.

Noni, I'm really concerned about you.

Oh, heck, Noni,

Madam President's concerned, let her in.

This is completely inappropriate.

I told her the same thing.

Why I insisted the door be open.

I asked him to come.

Okay, I have a lot of formations to learn,

and I can't do it without his help.

And Lord knows I go the extra mile for my kids.

You're in the band now?

A spot opened up.

Of course it did.

Are you sure this is what you want?

And what about Eboni?

It is what it is.

Shout out to the Sigma Mu, boys, let's go!

- All right? - Okay.

You dropping that heat.

Check me out, bro.

- Alright. - Let me feel that.

You sexy when you're on your grind.

You just sex.

You in here acting like you miss me.

Something like that.

You wanna go someplace?

Come on!

Whoo!

Take it off!

Ha!

Good luck, everyone.

Two backwards.

You always out.

Strip or dare.

Strip, strip, strip, strip, strip!

Another round, let's go.

Take it off!

You got one item left.

Madison.

Hey, you... you look nice.

Thanks.

Have you seen, Sydney?

Yeah, she's, uh... she's inside.

- Thanks. - Alright.

I got you this hand.

I got you.

It's back around to you.

Well, let's do this, old man.

Strip or dare.

Strip, strip, strip, strip, strip, strip!

Dare!

Alright, alright, alright.

Now don't freshman out on me, okay?

Open mouth... with tongue.

Please.

She ain't gonna do it.

You can't gonna do it though.

She ain't gonna do it.

Move!

Oh.

This is my lucky day.

Yeah.

Look at you looking all thirsty.

Man, frat, please, you already know

I can have if I want it.

You can't get a girl like that with a dude like you.

She's not moving.

Wait, what?

Something's wrong.

Yo!

Freshman!

Lightweight.

Somebody find her bed, let her sleep this off.

Wait a minute.

I thought I knew her.

That's the new president's daughter, man.

Yo, chill.

Are you serious?

Oh.

Wait, what?

Oh my God, Sydney?

Sydney?

Sydney!

Wait, what happened?

Yo, yo, take these keys and pull my car around right now.

Hurry up!

Someone get me a blanket or something.

Where's her shirt, someone?

Sydney, please?

Okay, this way.

Come on, we're here.

Watch her head, man.

Keep her covered.

Keep her covered, come on.

- I got her. - You can do this.

Hold her.

Dr. Fletcher!

Help, Dr. Fletcher!

Come on, come on, I got you.

Wait, are you leaving?

Oh my God.

Come on, man, hurry up!

Hurry up!

I was trying to help her get up the stairs.

Come on.

Sydney!

No, no, stay with me, I got you.

Sydney, baby.

I got you, I got you.

Sydney!

Sydney, Sydney!

Call 911! Call 911!

Go!

Sydney, come on, baby.

Come on.

You've reached Derek Fletcher.

Please leave a message.

Derek, it's me.

Uh, please call me back.

It's about Sydney.

Hi.

Is Sydney okay?

Yes.

I mean, no, she, um... she went out drinking,

could've killed herself.

What?

I called a doctor.

He took a good look at her, said she's fine.

She's sleeping.

Derek, I, uh... I can't do it by myself.

We really need to deal with this as a family.

What did the doctor say?

That she was dangerously close to alcohol poisoning.

Did you hear what I said?

I can't get into this right now, Eva.

She needs you, Derek.

And,... so do I.

Now.

You need me now.

But you didn't need me enough before, did you?

Or else we wouldn't be here.

You think pretty young things haven't thrown themselves at me?

But I knew it wasn't worth my career or my family.

And you threw it all away.

And for what?

A grad student?

Who then bragged to all his friends about screwing you.

I'm sorry.

What I did was stupid.

I'll call Sydney tomorrow.

Hi, Crystal.

Just got word, Ma'am.

He can come tomorrow.

Thank you.

That's the best news I've had all day.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Alright, alright, don't let this first scrimmage

be your last.

Let's go!

Come on, man.

QB2.

Good job, man.

BoJohn!

Alright, you up, QB3.

Show 'em what you've got.

Yes, sir.

Going tray right, 37 book.

Going tray right, 37 book on one-on-one, ready?

Let's go, let's go.

Wide eight! Wide eight!

Welcome to the.

That's how it is, yo?

Man, he can forget about getting your job.

We know that much.

Call the pass.

Let's get this, T.

Alright, we're going trip right, 72 pankos on one-on-one, ready?

Check 41.

Hey, Three one Mike!

Three one Mike!

Wide 80!

Wide 80!

Wide 80, hike!

Go back to Texas, bitch.

That's it.

That's it.

We scored, brother.

Good pass, man.

How'd you complete that, man?

Just trying to make team, man.

Check it out, a proud walk.

Who?

The name on your dorm building.

That's C.T. Vivian?

The legend himself.

Yah, that's tight.

Gentlemen, I trust you've enjoyed your lunch.

First, thank you, Dr. Vivian, for bringing us together

on such short notice.

Uh, thank you, my dear.

I like the program that you laid out.

I won't take up too much of your time.

I promised you a 10% budget cut.

I am pleased to report that I've already found 12.

But today, I have something else on my mind.

Young people... are flooding social media

and marching in the streets because black lives matter.

Eboni Weaver's life matters.

And as Dr. Vivian so famously said,

"We are made by the struggles we choose."

I choose to struggle right here, right now

for Eboni Weaver.

Mommy.

Can I have a hug?

I'm proud of you, bro.

I appreciate it, man.

How you feeling?

I'm feeling alright, man.

Let coach know I was here, man.

I'm gonna take a leak.

Alright.

Alright, alright, settle down, settle down,

have a seat.

- I'm going to the bathroom... - Sit down.

Alright, listen up.

The good news is... we're all still here.

The challenging news is some of us are gonna play

on the practice team for a while.

BoJohn Folsom... congratulations, QB2.

Coming for you, QB1.

Yo, Coach, where my name?

Second page, son.

That's some bullshit.

Ugh!

You keep that up, you gonna be off the team altogether.

Alright.

You all dismissed.

Go ahead and celebrate tonight.

But not too much.

- Good job, man. - Thanks.

Are you still checking out, Jay Rav?

Oh, yeah.

I'm in.

Alright, see ya later.

You got this.

You got 15 minutes.

We adjourn when I say so.

And now we'll begin.

See how that works?

On a campus founded as a sanctuary

for students who look like her,

students who look like Eboni Weaver,

nearly killed her.

What Crystal is passing out is our new code of conduct.

Abuse, bullying, or any conduct that compromises the wellbeing

and safety of our students, no longer tolerated.

To make steel, you have to put fire to iron, Dr. Fletcher.

Any person or group guilty of abuse or bullying

will be identified and swiftly removed.

Well, let's see how long your new and improved

code of conduct lasts once I talk to the trustees.

You mean the trustees' Code of Conduct.

Unanimously approved.

And they've given me the authority to enforce it...

completely.

Any questions?

How 'bout a round of applause?

Thank you.

We wouldn't be sitting here having bourbon for breakfast

if you'd check your email.

I left my damn phone in the car.

Use mine.

I'm not in the mood for games, Carlton.

You in the mood for this one.

Got this from the brahs.

We've got the bitch.

Now how will... how will parents feel when the woman in charge

of their children's education can't even control her own?

- That's a shame. - Excuse me.

Do you see that?

Shame.

Yes?

Take a double Woodford on the rocks, please.

On my tap, please.

Anything he wants.

How we love that.

Ten dollars, baby.

Hey, man, guaranteed money bet, now I'm telling you.

Hottest thing.

Check it out. Check it out.

Rav, tore it up.

Yo, I told you.

Chicago's smooth, y'all.

Brah, I can't wait for the season to start.

I love this school, man.

GAM-U.

We rep that GAM-U.

We rep that GAM-U.

We rep that GAM-GAM-U.

Hey, yo, here he come.

Hey, Rav, he's coming out.

Hey, I'll be right back.

Hey, Rav!

Rav!

- Hey, yo, Rav! - Yo, step back!

Hey, yo, he cool, he cool.

Hey, check me out, brah.

You listen to that, you're gonna feel like Dr. Dre's.

Hey, I'm from Chicago.

Check.

Alright, bro, one track for Chicago.

What up?

Hey, them earbuds clean, too.

Brand-new.

Alright, peace.

Check me out now.

I see you boy.

Yes sir, I appreciate it, man. I appreciate it.

Check me out.

Check me out, I'm the hottest thing!

Ten bucks!

Yo, bro, check me out! Get out of my face.

Yo, what's up? What's up?

You okay?

I'll kick your ass!

Break it up! Break it up! Break it up!

Get him off!

I'll kick your ass!

Calm your ass down,

or the next stop's the police station!

Pretty boy.

Hey, you've reached Chantel.

Leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you.

Hey, Chantel, what's up?

Yo, I've been looking all over campus for you. Him me.

My fault, bro, it's probably Chantel.

Are you Cedric Hobbs?

What the hell you all want?

Answer the question.

Dude, just tell 'em your name.

I ain't telling 'em...

You're under arrest for the murder of Chantel Bousard.

What are you all doing, man?

You better stay back.

You have the right to remain silent.

What the hell's you talking about, man?

Anything you can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

What you talking about, man?

What the hell you talking about?

That's unnecessary.

Please call my moms, man.

I'm calling my dad first.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot procure an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Hey, where's Chantel at?

Do you understand your rights as I've read them to you?

- Where Chantel at? - Dad, I need your help.

Where Chantel at, man?

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