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In case those headaches come back...

I'm glad you came home.

It's been, like, three days.

You got other kids to take care of.

Unfortunately, they need me more than you do.

I think she needs you the most.

There was a fan earlier.

MAN: It's really you.

I've been waiting forever for your bus to arrive.

I've been waiting for you to drop that solo album, dude.

WOMAN: People want to hear what's next for you.

I don't got a solo album yet.

- Go make one, son. - With what fucking beats?

The rest of us stuck here, waiting.

They got record deals with release dates.

Why don't I have a deal, then?

The executive bus is for management. The tour bus, that's for artists.

DIVINE: Stop trying to control everything.

Bobby, it's only a matter of time before they start to resent you for it.

Let me be the one that they hate.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DOOR OPENS)

- Great afternoon, Divine. - Afternoon.

Please follow me. Mr. Mottola is ready for you.

RZA's talked a lot about you.

He's got vision for Razor Sharp Records.

It's about time we sit down.

Well, this is an honor. Your work is an inspiration.

I appreciate that. Sit down, relax.

I hope you like yellowtail.

Would you like me to set a plate for Mariah?

She's sick of hearing me talk shop.

When I heard the Hall and Oates demo, I knew I wanted them.

A nobody at Chappell Music called it luck

when they blew up a few months after.

But when you sign Celine Dion, Gloria Estefan,

Mariah Carey,

you start to believe you've got an eye for this.

Look, your career speaks for itself.

They changed music.

I think you can change music, too.

Wu Tang Productions has done well.

Cuban Linx is a hit. 130,000 sold in the first week.

- Gold this month. - Hey, look, we are just getting started.

See, I am beyond dedicated to Razor Sharp.

Well, tell me what you have in mind for our potential joint venture.

Okay.

So you can't go a block in New York

without hearing Ghostface's voice right now.

He's gonna be our first client.

I heard he's meeting with some heavy hitters.

Really?

(CHUCKLES)

Where did you hear that?

I'll sign him tomorrow so those other labels can stop wasting their time.

A new label needs heat

right away, or you're dead in the water.

Well see, Winter Warz has set New York on fire, speaking of heat.

And Cappadonna, he might be new, but he is undeniable.

His verse...

Is on everyone's mouths.

Listen to this.

(HIP-HOP BEAT PLAYING)

You heard other raps before But kept waiting or the Son of Song

I keep dancehalls strong

Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong

Extravaganza Time sits still

No propaganda be wary...

You get him signed, too.

All right. I know Mariah is waiting for you.

So I'mma hit you with this one.

Now, R&B and hip-hop are blended, as you know.

Artists who adapt

are hitting newer markets that can double their shelf life.

Now imagine your wife with some edge.

She actually brought up the idea

of doing a Fantasy remix with ODB. I mean, she loves him.

Dirty is a fan, too. He's in.

Can you deliver on your promises?

Tommy, I won't let you down.

You ready for your life to change?

DIVINE: Absolutely.

IZZY: Wu-Tang Productions.

Hey, Izzy. Get me the first flight to New York.

You got it.

Thank you.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

All he wants is contracts for Ghost, Dirty and Cap.

And then he's ready to lock our label down.

RANDY: Hey, look at you.

On some next-level sashimi by the beach executive shit?

Hey, watch out, or you're gonna turn into the "man."

Oh, shit. (LAUGHS)

Hey, yo, I gotta jump, got a meeting with Steve.

He's thinking about selling Loud to Sony 2.

Yeah. Rich Isaacson told me.

It'll be wild if we all ended up there.

Hey, I told him not to if he likes living in New York.

Shit, me and you setting up Razor Sharp here in LA is taking so long.

It feels like I'll never be back in Shaolin.

Hey, don't sweat it, little bro.

Enjoy that LA sun, know what I mean?

All right, god. Peace, peace.

All right. Peace, peace.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Talk to me.

IZZY: Reminder for your call with Elektra regarding album sales.

Geffen called again regarding GZA's album.

Nia's trying to reach you.

She's wondering when she might expect you home. It's 12:33.

Tell Nia I'll head home in about an hour.

And Ghost is... Hey, brother, here you go. Thank you.

Ghost is at the mansion, yeah?

Yes, I confirmed with him twice.

Remember. No calls after 2:00 p.m.

Got to keep the afternoon clear for my kid's birthday.

Okay. One last thing.

I normally wouldn't bother you with this but it is a credit card issue.

No, we'll deal with this after I sign Ghost, okay?

- Okay. - All right.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

CAP: (RAPPING) I used to sit up in my bed

When I heard shots

Peeping through those shades When I was hustling blue tops

Hand of Zeus gripping the deuce, deuce Shoot lightning from my fist

Sweet cuts the sour real nice.

Know what I mean?

You see what I'm saying?

Word.

What up, Vine?

How's all that sport coat Hollywood bullshit?

Hey, good to see you, too.

Who are all these dudes?

You talking about Dirty's people?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

I don't exactly know who these dudes are with.

But you got to meet my people, son.

- Very special group of individuals. - Mmm-hmm.

Know what I mean?

All of them got mad skills, son. I've been trying to talk to you

about setting something up underneath the Wu umbrella.

Know what I mean? We've been calling it the American Cream Team, son.

Where Ghost at?

I mean, he's doing this thing.

So, what's he been doing?

I hope he's been taking some time to relax.

No, he's got a lot of shit going on, son.

Well, is he upstairs, maybe?

What kind of shit?

Ghost don't answer to nobody, son.

Come on, man. It's Cuban Linx time.

Come on, baby. We stars now, know what I mean?

The only person that knows what he's doing is him.

And the woman he with that night.

Know what I mean? Come on, son.

No disrespect to Rie.

Put that down. You had way too much.

Vine's back.

What's up, man? How was them jean-short LA honeys?

I wouldn't say I had much time for all that.

You and RZA been gone for a long time.

Shit, bet y'all got a whole operation set up now, you know what I'm saying.

Heard you met with Tommy Mottola.

You met Mariah?

I barely had time to see her, but,

Tommy was cool.

Cool, cool, cool.

All right, so I mean, y'all up and running now?

No, we're still in the setup phase.

You seen Ghost?

Ghost ain't been around much.

Might wanna check his room.

All right.

- Peace. Good to see you, too. - Good seeing you.

- DIVINE: Hey, Cap. - Hey, Vine.

Don't go far, okay. We need to talk.

- Word. All right. - All right.

(CRASH IN VIDEO GAME)

ASON: Man, are you fucking for real?

I make tighter turns than that in real life.

Why can't this race car motherfucker?

Hey, Ason.

What's up, baby?

We'll be back for you.

Come check this out. I got something real nice, okay?

- You got me? - Yes, I got you.

Fuck, yeah, dude. I'd love to hear more.

Excuse me?

(GROANS)

Hunter. Dirty's manager.

- Nice to finally meet you. - Dirty's what?

- (BELCHES) - ASON: Yeah, man.

Dude got some big-ass ideas. He's going to help me,

you know, control my own destiny.

Yeah.

By the way,

this mansion is rad, bro.

You could shoot a porn up in this bitch.

(LAUGHING)

All right.

Dirty, as I was saying, I'll be back for you.

All right?

HUNTER: Come find me.

Got a lot to catch up on.

Got 'em.

(LAUGHS)

- This house will blow up like a bitch. - That's my man!

Ghost.

Yo, Ghost! Yo, yo.

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

IZZY: If you have a second?

Are you sure that Ghost knows he's supposed to be here?

I'll look into it but he's definitely aware of the meeting.

Geffen called again. Can I put you on?

No, tell them that I'm in a meeting.

Oh, I kind of told him that you were available. Sorry.

Put them on.

Hello. How are the Hamptons treating you?

EXECUTIVE: Hey, Divine. Let's get right into it if you don't mind.

We're halfway through fall quarter,

and we really, really need an update on this album.

I'll check in on it, but to put you at ease,

they don't call GZA a genius for nothing. It'll be worth the wait.

We've been understanding for years but our bosses are out of patience.

We're gonna need an answer today, or legal may get involved.

- (COUGHING) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

I'll talk to GZA immediately, and then I'll hit you back, okay?

Thanks a lot. Let's get a Wu album out before the yearend.

Who left the door open?

My man, pick that up.

Hey, yo, excuse you.

The fuck are you sucking your teeth at?

(DOOR OPENS)

- Peace, cousin. - Peace, peace.

Hey, yo, you playing against yourself?

No, I'm playing RZA, over the phone.

One move a day.

That's a long time for one move, my man.

Doesn't always feel like enough.

Hey, um...

So have you... Have you seen Ghost?

Nah. If I seen Ghost, you know his ass would be in the studio.

You haven't, um...

Heard about him meeting with other labels or...

I didn't hear from Ghost in a minute.

Pretty sure they're checking for him after Cuban Linx.

That shit was... He threw some darts on that shit.

Yeah, he did.

So not to put pressure on your process.

But look, Geffen's getting a little antsy.

So have you thought about setting up a recording schedule for yourself...

- Check this out. I can... - Bro, I'm finished.

The only thing I'm missing now is just the verses from the clan.

Cousin, that is... Oh, my God. That is fucking terrific.

All right. So let's brainstorm.

Check this out. Dirty upstairs. So why don't you grab him?

Dirty? I've been trying to get him down here, son.

You know how long it took to get in the studio for his own album?

Exactly. I've been trying to call Hunter,

- get him down here. - Hold up.

- Who is that motherfucker? - His fucking manager.

- His manager? - He was a club promoter.

You ask me, he's a janky ass nigga.

But, Dirty like him, dawg. So...

Well, he ain't a nigga. He a cracker, my man.

Man... You saw him.

Deck's here, too.

You should record with him, he's always ready.

You bet.

It's crazy RZA ain't here.

I mean, he used to lose his shit if someone was in his studio without him.

Yeah, he been pretty lax with the Clan about that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'm gonna need y'all to clear out.

Clear out. Let's go.

You ain't got no more quarters, so.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING) - Fuck.

Hey, baby.

NIA: Are you on your way? People will be here soon.

Hey, look, I'm gonna be a little later than I thought,

but I still got plenty of time to celebrate.

I can't believe she's turning one.

We can't wait to see you.

Gigi's been saying "dada" all day.

Wrap up whatever yo gotta do already.

See you soon, baby.

Hey!

I've been looking all over for you, dude.

- I need your sign off on... - Not really the time.

Let me get that chair real quick, okay?

Thank you.

- Ason. - Ahh!

- Ason, listen. I got some... - Fuck!

I got some good news, all right?

You were saying you wanted to be on some high profile shit.

If this is about work,

just find my manager, son. He's somewhere in this motherfucker.

Ayo!

You're gonna be on a song

with Mariah...

fucking...

Carey.

- Word? - Yeah.

Oh, ho, ho!

You remember you used to sing Vision of Love

all falsetto in your grody ass shower.

Mariah?

Yeah, Mariah.

No, I'm cool, son. It ain't me.

What I got, y'all?

DIVINE: Eleven number one hits.

More than Stevie Wonder.

And she's only been in the game, what, five years?

Dirty, this chamber changes your whole career, know what I mean?

Hey, yo, if anybody's gonna be singing on the record, it's gonna be me.

Ason, this is Mariah Carey we are talking about.

Come on, One Sweet Day, All I Want for Christmas is You.

My nigga, Hero.

ASON: What the fuck! Is this controller broken, son?

Are you even listening to me?

I told you. Talk to my manager, son.

- (PEOPLE LAUGHING) - What's wrong with you, man?

Dirty, why do you need a manager?

Especially this corny motherfucker.

RZA and I got you. You know that.

We family. We care about you. All right?

If everyone is on the same management, it streamlines things for the group.

You're the biggest Wu out there.

Now I know you don't want to fuck with the plan.

- (BLOWS RASPBERRY) - Know what I'm saying?

I gotta go take a shit, son.

- Wait, you serious? Right now? - Yeah.

I think it's the pâté.

(GIGGLES) Ace Ventura, remember?

You want one?

If you don't get the fuck out of my face,

I swear to fucking God, I'm gonna...

Motherfucker.

All right. I got next.

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

- DIVINE: Brothers, y'all seen Ghostface? - No.

Anybody seen Ghostface Killah? No?

- Winter coat, you seen Ghostface Killah? - MAN: No.

I don't care if it's Hilfiger, it's ridiculous when it's hot out.

MAN: (DISTORTED) Whatever.

Fuck!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

SHURRIE: Hon, you're finally calling me back.

Sorry. You know, I'm having one of those 24-hour type days.

I'm calling about Ghost. Where he at?

That's why I'm calling. I've barely seen him.

He said he's been busy handling business.

Word? What kind of business? He say anything about labels?

I don't know if he thinks I'm stupid.

Well, how has he been? Like,

attitude wise.

He's been distant, with Infinite too.

And he's got side girls.

I'm at peace with it, but I'm asking you.

Is there someone serious that I need to be worried about?

Rie, it might not be none of that, you know.

Has he said anything else about...

Can you please quiet Infinite down for a second?

That's not how it works, Divine.

Toddlers just don't turn off.

Not that you would know, you barely see your kids.

I'm trying. Okay, chill out, will you, please?

- If you just would listen. - I thought the whole point...

- I gotta go. He's here. - I thought we were...

What up, son? Yeah, it's been too long.

Like I missed New York.

But see, it was worth it.

This Razor Sharp deal is gonna be great for you.

All right.

I'll walk you through a few things.

Let's start with sales.

So you get seven points per sale.

But there are no deductions on publishing if you're unrecouped, right?

- So... - Yeah.

Vine, I can't talk about this shit right now.

What do you mean you can't talk?

This is the reason for coming here.

What I just say, son?

Don't disrespect me, god.

Okay.

Well, is there? Is there like an issue?

Hmm?

Yeah, Deck!

(EXCLAIMING)

Tell me that shit don't sound nice, G.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

Yeah. What's up with you lately?

You seem type of light today.

I've been hustling so hard, man.

Sometimes I'm like, "Shit even going to pay off?"

Fuck, word.

I'm kind of stuck there, I guess.

But I know I'm ready for a solo deal.

Now that Razor Sharp Records is about to be a thing.

But look, check it. You've been making some hot shit, Deck.

That's the payoff, not signing the Razor Sharp Records, all right?

See what I'm saying?

You're trying to over think it. Should just feel easy.

Get your ass in that damn thing. Come on, son.

Run that shit back. We're going to make some shit today.

NIA: Almost everyone is here.

She keeps checking out the presents.

No idea how she knows it's for her but she does.

- (CHUCKLES) Gigi. - We thought you'd be home by now.

Look, I'm sorry I'm not there. There's been lots of little fires today.

(SIGHS) You'd better be here in time to help us blow out these candles.

Yeah. No, I'll be there.

I promise. All right. Talk to you soon.

- (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey. No, hold on, son. Come spit that shit.

Yo!

(RAPPING) Me and RZA rhyme name printed in the tablet

Under vets we paid our debts for mad years

Hibernate the sound and now we out like bears

In Born Power, born physically Power speaking

The truth in the song be the pro-Black teaching

Word. Yeah.

You know your verse'd blow like that?

- Crazy. - DIVINE: Cap.

Can I talk to you for a second, upstairs?

All right. So, um...

Look, I've been meaning to talk to you for a long time, okay?

Because listen, you...

You've been killing it.

I mean, Ice Cream is one of Cuban Linx's biggest tracks.

And look at what just happened downstairs.

I mean, your first song, Winter Warz, it like...

It commands the room. Know what I mean?

Word. I mean, I'm trying to rap on more shit if you got the space.

Perfect. Because that's exactly what I want to talk to you about.

We're starting a new label with Sony,

and we want to sign you.

Sign me? What you mean?

It means I pay you to write rhymes for a living.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, that sounds honorable, but I don't know, man.

I've just been rapping around the hood.

Y'all niggas got a whole 'nother hustle going on, here.

No, the hustle, the hustle is already over.

Because Tommy Mottola thinks you're a powerhouse.

All right. I'll think about it.

All due respect, you've got to match what they're paying me

down at my security job.

$450 a week, and don't bullshit me.

Okay. Well, we prepared to offer you...

700 for you to sign.

(SPUTTERS)

This say $700,000, son.

- Not $700, Vine. - No, it doesn't.

Yo...

- Vine. - Brother, look at me.

There ain't no strings.

Take your time looking it over.

- And how about this? Maybe get a lawyer. - Ain't no thinking this over.

My lawyer keep me out of jail, not in the recording studio.

Where the fucking pen, my nigga?

Give me some.

Come on, my nigga, yes! That's what I'm talking about.

RAEKWON: No, dude, keep it humble,

but I been telling him he's gonna do big things.

Know what I mean?

Word. So put your glasses together for Cap, man.

You know what's going on.

Pour me another one, man. This drink's my shit.

What are we toasting to?

Cap just got signed to Razor Sharp.

I thought they were still setting up.

Divine can sign people already?

How he not going to sign a genius like Cap?

- Word. - HUNTER: Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Razor Sharp. - CAP: Yeah.

Mmm, mmm.

MAN: You good, son?

Rae spent how much?

IZZY: Fourteen thousand.

That's what I was telling you earlier.

I put the statement in your folder.

What the fuck is wrong with that guy?

Also, Nia said they're almost ready to have cake.

It's 4:15. If you leave now...

Tell her that I'm leaving soon.

And send a messenger for Cap's contract...

Hey, son. Where's my check at?

I need to talk to you.

- Clear the room. - Nah, they my peoples.

It's my office.

You need to pay your credit card.

- The debt is obscene. - My card?

This shit is for business.

That don't mean I pay for it.

I don't use it for personal shit.

Stop breathing down my neck, son.

$200 for Blockbuster?

For inspiration.

Mmm. $500 for Claude's. What is that? The strip joint?

Why you inspecting my shit like you working at Rikers Island or some shit?

Okay, just explain something to me.

How the fuck do you spend $750 at a trash place like Red Lobster, huh?

I'm handling Wu-Tang business.

I'm not treating Beavis and Butt-Head to fucking surf and turf.

- IZZY: Should I call you back? - Hold on a minute.

Listen to me.

If you want to do anything on Wu-Tang's dime, you just talk to me first.

I ain't paying.

End of story.

Okay, okay.

Cute. I'm just going to take this motherfucking money out of this check.

You know what? I'll do you one better.

How about we just stop payment?

- Let's do that, okay? - IZZY: Copy that.

There you go. A piece of paper for you.

(SIGHS)

What? We have nothing more to discuss.

See, you used to be one of us.

But now you care about these bills more.

Them white boy executives got you showing out.

Everybody know the truth, Vine.

You don't know what the fuck you're doing.

(DOOR CLOSES)

IZZY: Are Ghost's and Dirty's contracts ready too?

DIVINE: Ghost.

Hey, open up already!

(SUCKS TEETH)

(SIGHS)

- Dirty. Wake up, yo. - Damn, son.

All right, look, we need to talk about Mariah.

Didn't I say go talk to my manager about that?

My man, I am not going to be fucking with that clown, okay?

We're going to talk about this until we can work it out.

So tell me, what do you want?

Shit.

All right.

I'll do it.

All right, all right. Praise be.

Thank you. I'm glad you came to your senses.

For a million dollars.

(STAMMERING)

The fuck is wrong with you?

I can't ask that. I cannot get you a million dollars.

That is a ridiculous fucking number.

- Let me explain. - D?

Rie?

What are you doing here?

Where is he at?

I'm handling it. Everything is going to be all right.

He's upstairs. He won't open the door.

But as soon as I can get him, I'll send him home.

Rie. Rie, can you even hear me?

D, come on.

Like, I know you're in there.

Rie, I got some time sensitive shit to be working on with Ghost.

I can't be having shit clouding up his mental.

So I just need you to like, go home.

There are more important things in the world than just business.

- All right, just give me two hours. - Vine.

Can we talk?

No, I'm gonna find you later. All right?

- Rie, listen to me... - Later ain't gonna work for me, man.

- Hmm. - DIVINE: I'm gonna be right back.

Come on. This way. I'll be right back.

Okay.

(DOOR CLOSES)

D. Please come on. Like you know I'm not going anywhere, right?

I didn't drive an hour to Jersey just to walk through

- the woods. - Cap...

Deserve everything he got.

But if you signing people, why you ain't come to me yet?

I mean, I ain't going to hit you with demands.

Nothing.

We're gonna get you signed.

Okay?

It should only be a couple of months.

You're always telling me to wait.

I never complain.

Always show up.

A loyal soldier.

I trust you.

You finally get an opportunity in your control,

and you pass me up again?

You've been bullshitting this whole time.

No, no, no.

Look, Deck. Look, I know you deserve this, but...

Unfortunately Tommy Mottola, he specifically asked for...

- For Ghost and Cap. - It's your fucking label.

It is not my label yet. Okay?

Not yet.

Look, I think you're incredible.

I really do.

Your verses are some of the best. Top tier.

Executives should be knocking down your door.

- I don't know why they aren't. - That's what a solo album is for.

They give you a chance.

I'd kill if I had a... I know I'd kill if I had a chance.

If you just trust me, then I won't let you down.

You don't even sound like us no more.

You care about Tommy and your new friends.

- And the people who brought you up. - No, my brother.

God, listen to me. I'm here for you.

You only here because RZA put his family in charge.

Deck, come back here! Come on, let's talk about this, okay?

Deck, let's talk about this!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CROWD: Drink, drink, drink!

Drink, drink, drink!

Drink, drink, drink!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(HUNTER LAUGHING)

HUNTER: Oh, man!

Me and Buddha Monk just drank a frisbee full of beer.

Guess how many beers fit in a frisbee?

Guess!

Hey, man. I know it's awkward with me being Dirty's manager,

but I think that Mariah remix sounds bitchin', bro.

Smart move, actually, with the R&B and the hip-hop blended.

Let's be real with each other.

Dirty can be difficult sometimes,

but I can jam with Dirty on it.

That's cool with you, right?

Knock yourself out.

Four beers fit in a frisbee.

(LAUGHS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

What?

IZZY: I need to flag Dirty's credit card. Things are out of control.

Fuck. Probably why he's asking me for a million...

- No, it's getting... - (STATIC)

- Hello. Hello! - (CALL DISCONNECTS)

I didn't know you was going to be here.

Hey, P.

- What up? - What up, guy?

I'm glad you here because I got this idea

I want to talk to you, I've been cooking up.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

You know how the Wu Wear inserts did so well on the Cuban Linx?

Yeah.

I'm thinking we do it for all Razor Sharp joints.

- Yeah. That sounds good. - All right.

But I'll talk to you later, okay?

What you mean later? We're talking now.

But I've got to take this.

This shit's got to be planned far in advance, so it's fire after fire.

This is a priority. You've been hard to get a hold of lately.

- What's going on with that? - Listen.

Listen, I'll talk to my assistant, and then we'll set something up.

Fuck your assistant. We ain't doing shit that way.

We talk.

Nigga, we'll talk about this later. All right?

All right, nigga.

Holler at me when you get some fucking time, nigga.

Sorry about that. Talk to me.

IZZY: There's some other card on Dirty's account on someone else's name.

They've charged $27,000 to it, and it's been going up all day.

A new charge literally just popped up.

- Two hundred dollars to Papa's Pizza. - DIVINE: What's the name on the card?

Some guy named Hunter.

I don't know what the fuck you're thinking...

Dirty's in, my dude.

He'll want fifty thou, but he's in.

How'd you do it?

He didn't really want to do it at first, but I was like, "It's Mariah, dude."

She got more hits than Stevie Wonder in just the last five years.

And her fan base is so loyal, so stupid.

You think of the royalties on that song alone,

he'll probably make like three mill, just... Long run.

And her ass is amazing.

I told him all that.

Great minds think alike.

Great.

So, I heard about Dirty's statement.

How about you tell me how you plan on paying that by the end of the month?

How about I throw you a bone?

We'll call it even-stevens for the deal I just worked out.

It's a...

It's $27,000.

Oof.

Well, I guess that's the cost of doing business.

That's cool with you?

No, no, that's absolutely not cool.

Oh, tits.

Bummer.

Well, since I'm part of the team, we work together.

If I'm not part of the team then, um...

How about...

How about I go ahead and pay this off for you?

Huh?

- That works for me. - Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

DIVINE: Hey, my man, get up.

- MAN: Excuse me. - (RINGING CONTINUES)

- Talk to me. - IZZY: I have Geffen on the line.

Oh, fuck.

They can't go two seconds without needing an update?

Should I tell them you'll return?

No. Just put him on.

(LINE BEEPS)

EXECUTIVE: Hey, Divine. It turns out some of our executives

wanna head out early for a long weekend.

We're gonna need that update sooner.

Hey, listen, I got some great news.

GZA's album is almost ready. You'll have it by next week.

Hey, that's fantastic.

We'll let marketing know.

Wonderful. I'll talk to you later.

All right.

(SIGHS)

You slide this up, tempo gets faster.

But when you slide it down, then what that means, it gets slower.

- That's what I'm trying to tell you. - (DOOR CLOSES)

G, I need to talk to you.

All right, look, I know you want everybody on your album.

But getting the brothers to work together is impossible right now.

So you've got to turn this in.

Yeah, it's hard, but it's not impossible.

Yo, I'm going to be real with you.

But Geffen is pissed.

All right, so we cannot afford to wait any longer.

We're all going to get bigger.

Right? Which means more ego.

More shit

pulling us in different directions. But we grew up together, you know?

Shit, Vine. Our moms grew up together.

We ain't never going to have relationships like that again.

And you know, when we come together, the music is...

Shit is real.

It's raw, it's irreplaceable.

My album might be the last time we pull that shit off.

But see, it is not a Wu-Tang album, okay?

It is a Genius album and look, my brother,

I know you've got some genius rhymes.

That's all you need right now.

- I need the whole clan, Divine. - G.

G, no, you got to work with me, cousin. Okay?

- I need the whole clan. - (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yo.

Mmm-hmm.

Yep. We're not done, okay?

I thought I told you get the fuck out! Please!

Don't know how polite I need to be.

IZZY: Tommy tried to reach you.

He had lunch with someone from Virgin who loves Ghost.

They're going to put the pressure on.

Hold up. Do we know...

Do we know what it looks like? Hmm?

- Do they have anything scheduled? - Don't have an answer for that.

But you better sign Ghost now.

And Nia called. They already blew out the candles and had cake.

It's 5:49 now. The party ends at 7:00.

Hey, tell Nia that I'm going to be late, okay?

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Motherfuckers! Fucking move!

- Goddamn it. Look at me again. - (POUNDING ON DOOR)

Goddamn it!

SHURRIE: Open the door!

Shit.

Look, I got something for my daughter.

Can you send someone over here to get it for her?

IZZY: You want me to send a messenger to Jersey, then to Staten Island?

- (SIGHS) - (POUNDING CONTINUES)

Just... Buy a...

Get her something from FAO Schwarz, okay?

- What does she like? - She... She likes...

SHURRIE: I'm gonna knock this fucking door down! Open it, D.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Buy her everything you can for $1,000. Okay?

- Yeah. Thank you. - SHURRIE: Open the door!

D!

Stop fucking playing with me. Open the door!

Goddamn it, Rie. Calm the fuck down, huh?

Calm down.

- D! - MAN: Shit.

You're pretending to be asleep. Wake up!

Wake up, D.

D!

D? Oh, shit.

Red tops movin' up the block.

Call a doctor, right now.

- I'm on it. - SHURRIE: Now.

DIVINE: I'm on it.

Oh, baby.

It's going to be okay.

(DISTORTED) It's gonna be okay, I promise.

DENNIS: Vine, the door's closed?

Well,

Rie broke that shit but don't worry, no one's coming in.

Hey, what'd you tell them out there?

I don't want nobody knowing nothing.

That he's your lawyer and y'all discussing business.

How long have you been having these headaches?

I don't know, bro.

I don't know, a couple years.

Couple of years?

This Jamaican lady, she be giving me shit for it. That worked.

Sometimes.

Mr. Coles, I recommend you take more tests,

but I think there's a strong chance you might be diabetic.

Man, Vine, you paying for this scam?

'Cause I ain't giving this motherfucker a dime.

Let's just talk about this downstairs, okay?

Fucking shit-ass.

- (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING) - Whoo! (LAUGHS)

Thank you for coming so quickly.

We'll make sure that he follows up.

He has to come see me in clinic soon.

If he hadn't waited this long, it may not have gotten to this point.

Tell Rifkind I said thanks for sending you over.

I'm Ghostface Killah.

I ain't no weak ass motherfucker that get the sugar.

(SIGHS)

Just got... Just got to keep moving.

You know what I mean? I can't let this make me soft.

- And the music is going to be soft. - Fuck the music!

It's about your health.

Baby, getting through this will only make you stronger.

There ain't no one else like you.

I thought you were away because you were spending all that time with that girl.

What girl?

Whatever her name is.

- Karina? - Come on, you can't be serious.

I stopped thinking about that girl months ago.

She went to LA or something and...

Studying dance or some shit.

Maybe it was Miami Beach, I don't even know.

I don't remember, for real.

For real.

Okay.

But I'm going to make you that appointment.

I'll go.

For you.

But you got to come with me.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) That's a deal.

Not just for me.

It's for our family.

For Infinite.

I love you.

I love you, too.

(DENNIS SIGHS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoa. You really cleaning out your stuff, huh?

Yeah, I'm out of here, man.

Give my room to any one of these motherfuckers.

You want one of Hunter's people fucking around in your room?

They'll probably puke all over your shit.

For real.

Hey, come on, let's talk about this.

I know I can do better for you, and I will.

Word is bond, god.

- Deck. Deck. Deck! - (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Wha...

- Nia? Nia, I know. - NIA: Don't tell me you're still there.

Okay, I know it's hard right now,

but if this Razor Sharp deal will go, our lives will change.

Okay, we could have a fucking mansion by the beach.

Since when did you wanna do that?

- Is your parents still there? - Yeah.

- Tell them I'll see them soon. - What's the point?

The party's over. Just put Gigi to bed.

Nia?

- I gotta go. - (LINE DISCONNECTS)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Yo.

How's he doing?

He's better.

Yeah, I'm a'ight.

Now that you stopped playing drums on my door

with your little crazy ass.

Hey, look, D, I'm...

You know what? I shouldn't have gone so hard.

I had no idea you were dealing with

what you were dealing with, and I was just

too busy trying to get you signed before someone else did. And...

What you talking about?

I thought you were taking meetings.

Yeah, a couple of people called and all that,

but I ain't wasting my time.

I always knew where I wanted to sign.

(SHURRIE SNAPS FINGERS)

Matter of fact, where the contract at?

All right, no, I got you.

Right. I mean, since you want to do it now.

All right, just...

Sign right there. Mmm-hmm.

And it's official.

Oh!

All right. Bon, bon, know what I mean?

All right. Let me get out of here.

- Please. - Tell Gigi I said happy birthday.

Yeah. No, I will.

Um...

All right. Thank you.

- Thank you. - Love you.

I love you, too.

Rest, okay.

Yeah, no, I got all three contracts.

Dirty, Cap and Ghost.

Let Tommy know that they're coming.

IZZY: Okay. Your messenger should be there any minute.

- Yeah, it's here. - MAN: Okay.

Eat up.

- It is on me. - MAN 2: Yes, sir.

HUNTER: Pepperoni, veggie.

You can see the sauce through the cheese. It's good, son.

When they do too much with the toppings, you don't trust that shit.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

You gonna inspect this shit or you gonna eat it, son?

RAEKWON: Who you talkin' to? POWER: You!

IZZY: I have Geffen for you.

Of course you do.

They said, since the album is ready next week,

there's a lot to catch up on.

Marketing, cover art, release date, shipping, price...

Tell him...

Tell him...

(SIGHS)

- Tell him I'll call him back. - Copy that.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Hey. - RANDY: Yo, yo, just checking in.

How's the birthday party?

Yeah, it's nice.

But you know how it is at that age. I mean, she won't even remember.

Word. Well, she's got a good father.

How did it go at the mansion?

You get everything you wanted?

Yeah, I got everything I needed.

Um...

All right. Thanks for calling. You know, I got to get back to Gigi.