[Terry] As of tonight, everybody gonna know
who the 50 Boyz are.
Do you brothers ever do
some, like, family shit, like hug?
[both] Man, shut the fuck up.
[funky music plays]
I see y'all over here holding it down.
If you're ever over in the Brewsters, get that K-9.
These are the biggest earners in my stable.
Nice to meet y'all, man.
That's my wife, Markisha.
[gunshot]
We can't say how well his eye is going to heal right now.
If my son is seeing anything other than 20/20
when this is done, you're looking at a lawsuit.
Hey, old head, why the sudden change of heart?
I want the king of these streets
to actually come from Ecorse.
You want us to fall back
while old school work his magic?
Look, we need to talk about this motherfucker Lamar
right now.
Here I go, nigga.
Get to stepping, nigga.
Nigga, fuck you, charcoal-ass nigga.
Ruffle his feathers. Nothing else.
I ain't shoot him, man.
- I didn't do it, man-- - [gunshot]
What the fuck did you do that for?
I did something you wouldn't.
Jay-Mo was dragged out the Detroit River today
with a bullet in his head.
I got a little extra for you
for your inconvenience.
This here? Also done.
[tense music plays]
[shouts]
Detective Lopez sustained
a massive brain hemorrhage from head trauma.
I'm sorry. He didn't make it.
If you'd like to help, then help.
I don't know how your partner got killed.
Give your mom my condolences.
[B-Mickie] Want to tell me why I just saw
Lamar's crazy ass leaving my house?
I've been working for Lamar.
If Terry keeps doing what he's doing, he's gonna end up dead.
And right now, you are enabling him.
I need you to stop.
- Where you going? - Terry Jr. and I
are gonna go live with my cousin
in Pennsylvania for a few months.
Our business is expanding, but we need more product.
I don't do business with you, Meech.
[Meech] Back, motherfucker.
♪ ♪
You think we actually give a fuck
about a rat bitch working for you?
Did you shoot my fuckin' brother?
[gurgling]
[Kato] I love you.
[gunshot]
[B-Mickie] I love you too, boo.
[gunshot]
[Bryant] Pulled that from your car.
Our ballistics connected your gun
to the murders of Katherine Eder
and James Williams.
I want Meech, or I'ma make sure
that you eat both these charges.
After fees, you'll be in the neighborhood of $150,000.
[Terry] I'm out.
Me and Pops are starting a car service.
After everything we've been through to get here?
You're doing this now?
What happened to "womb to the tomb," nigga?
[Sunshine] ♪ See, I heard it all before ♪
♪ All of your lies All of your sweet talk ♪
♪ Baby this, baby that ♪
♪ But your lies Ain't working now ♪
[Older Terry] The feds already scooped Meech,
and they're not releasing him.
Then they tried to okie-doke me at the telly,
but we skated and came here.
But I had to come back and get this loot.
Yeah. No, no, no. It's all good,
'cause we're about to bounce to the airport right now.
[man] Come on, Tee. We starving over here.
[Sunshine] ♪ I believed in you Yes, I did ♪
A'ight, bet.
I'll be out in a sec.
[Sunshine] ♪ But your lies Ain't workin' now ♪
All right, babe, look. I gotta go.
I'll see you at the border.
Yeah, okay.
Love you too. Bye.
[Sunshine] ♪ I had to shut you down ♪
♪ What were you thinking ♪
♪ Bringing her Into our home? ♪
♪ In our bed... ♪
Y'all come eat. Boyardee done laid it out.
Got shrimp, salad, garlic mashed potatoes,
lamb chops, broccoli, and asparagus.
Oh, hell no. Y'all can have that last one.
Shit, I'm trying to get my dick sucked.
I don't want no smelly piss.
Yeah, whatever, nigga. Look.
Hey, man, pass me the potatoes, man.
I'm starving like a motherfucker.
Hang on, Roost.
After tonight,
some of us might not see each other for a while.
But I want all of y'all to know we family no matter what.
Sometimes families have falling outs.
I know that better than anybody at this table.
[tense music plays]
This-this is different.
♪ ♪
Everybody at this table will forever be 2-6-3.
[all] 2-6-3!
- [door crashes open] - [overlapping shouts]
[person] Oh, damn!
- Freeze, motherfuckers! - [person] Damn, man.
Put your hands up where I can see 'em!
[Roost] We didn't even do shit.
Shut the fuck up.
Who winning the game?
Don't matter.
Your ass is always too uncoordinated to play.
You just wasted 20 years chasing me.
And for what?
Your life's ruined, and I'm a fuckin' legend.
Is that right, lefty?
Shut the fuck up.
Come on. Get up. You know the deal.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
The rest of y'all,
put your fuckin' hands up,
cross 'em, and put 'em on your head.
♪ ♪
Who the fuck is that Black bitch?
Come on. Your mama taught you not to use language like that.
Yeah, and that Black bitch is the one
that's gonna give you and your brother that family reunion
you've been asking for.
And that gray sweat suit
is gonna bring out the color in your good eye.
- Fuck you. - [Chambers] Fuck you.
Enjoy jail, criminal.
Good work, man.
Goddamn right, it was.
[pensive music plays]
♪ ♪
- [officer] Lock up! - [car door closes]
[Older Terry] Moms always said,
"Can't nobody ride to freedom on a Pharaoh's chariot,"
which means you can't outrun your past or the heat.
Meech knew that, which is why he always
threw caution to the wind and dollars in the air.
He got arrested first.
I always thought I was smarter.
And for the longest time, I was.
[chuckles] And then I wasn't.
[Meech] Hey, make sure you strap that shit on tight, man.
I ain't trying to get stopped by one time.
Hurry the fuck up. Fight starts in a halfie.
Got a lot of money on Hagler.
Man, fuck that bald-headed motherfucker.
- Don't be rushing me for him. - [Earl] Why?
'Cause he beat Tommy Hearns, the Motor City Cobra?
Hell no. I'm pressed for time,
and I need to get this work back.
There's value to working hard and playing hard.
Especially in this.
Yo, Earl, you know you talking
to one of the biggest players in Detroit, right?
[Earl] Then why you cutting out one of the biggest events
the streets has to offer?
'Cause I'm 'bout my paper, nigga.
[upbeat music plays]
♪ ♪
Let me put you up on game.
♪ ♪
That's Rayful Edmond and the D.C. boys.
♪ ♪
That's Freeway Rick and his crew from LA.
♪ ♪
Who them Bob Marley looking motherfuckers over there?
[Earl] That's Chris Coke and the Jamaican posse.
♪ ♪
Coming to the fights ain't about boxing.
It's about flexing.
NBA All-Star Game, Caribana, and Freaknik
are where the big boys come out.
There's where the real business happens.
So while you worrying about getting back to the D,
they out here running the world,
and we all come to show out.
If you ain't here, you ain't made it yet.
So you gotta shine like new money
in order to make mo' money. Okay.
If you ever out in Atlanta and you really want to talk,
give me a shout.
♪ ♪
[funky music plays]
♪ ♪
[Older Terry] Everybody played cops and robbers growing up.
But in the streets, that shit ain't no game.
It's a motherfuckin' ethos.
We'd get slick with the work,
and one-time got slicker with their tactics,
adding drug dogs and shit to the mix.
[dog barking]
If we didn't stay a step ahead,
we would have became that bite out of crime
McGruff was always after.
[person] One way to Detroit.
[Older Terry] This ain't no fairy tale
about good versus evil.
Out in the wild, it's hunter and prey.
To survive, Meech and I had to learn
to be the baddest beasts in the fuckin' jungle.
[bus driver] Last call to Detroit!
[Charlie] ♪ I got everything On the line ♪
♪ I'm out here I'm on the grind ♪
♪ Trying to get mine ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ D's ain't that good ♪
♪ These niggas is ratting ♪
♪ They tell them What's going on ♪
♪ That's how they know What's happening ♪
♪ I'm riding With the top down ♪
♪ Trunk full of yola ♪
♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪
♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪
♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪
♪ Though I fuck With the weirdos ♪
♪ They snort away the pain ♪
♪ Bang their dope In their vein ♪
♪ Shorty crying Christmas ain't coming ♪
♪ Her pop's locked up ♪
♪ When it hurts the worst ♪
♪ Your ace find out She knocked up ♪
♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪
♪ When the feds Come knocking ♪
♪ It's all fucked up So wish me luck ♪
[Charlie] ♪ At least You could wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ All you got to do Is wish me luck, yeah ♪
[Roland] I'ma prove I'm smarter than yo' ass.
Yeah, you should be.
You four fuckin' years older.
50 bones say I get a higher score than you.
[Roland] You need the chauffeur's license,
- not me, motherfucker. - [Terry laughing]
You punkin' out now? Ah, come on.
Told you no talking, Mr. Flenory.
I'm-I'm sorry. My pencil broke.
So I was asking if he had another one.
Sorry, but I'm gonna have to grade your test as-is.
Yo, come on. You-you can't do that.
- I'm not done yet. - That's not my problem.
Rules apply to everyone, including you.
Oh my... Yeah, that's some bullshit.
- [laughing] Yo. Hey, yo-- - Fuck outta here.
[indistinct chatter]
[soft music playing]
[laughter]
[singer singing indistinctly]
- [Charles] Lucille. - Hey.
- Did you want it? - You ate it already.
You don't never eat the second donut.
That don't mean you shouldn't ask me.
♪ ♪
That should have been us.
[both laughing]
Yeah.
You know, when me and Terry get the sedan service up,
I'ma take you to Carl's Chop House,
and I'ma sing to you every day.
[chuckles]
After I get that console I got put on layaway.
Oh, okay.
You give Nicole her lunch money?
Yeah, but that still ain't enough.
I mean, she's spilling out of all her bras.
She needs new clothes.
Can we please talk about something else
besides the kids and money?
What you want to talk about?
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
Well, we better get on the road before we both late.
♪ ♪
[horn honks]
What is up with that suit?
This ain't no damn Prince video, nigga.
[laughter]
The fuck you talkin' 'bout? I look good.
Good morning. Our daily recap is as follows.
The turf war between 50 Boyz and 12th Street
has escalated, resulting in multiple murders,
including Detective Jonathan Lopez.
Now, Bryant has tracked down a lead
and found the murder weapon.
Care to do the honors?
All right. Forensics came back.
Prints lifted from this belong to a Katherine Eder,
street name Kato, known 50 Boyz slinger.
A mud print at the scene also matched up
with a shoe at her residence, so case closed.
So Eder and Silas were rivals,
and they were both gunned down?
[siren wailing]
Uh, yeah, outside the Visger Bar.
The investigation remains active.
Public place, plenty of witnesses,
and nobody's talking.
Fucking typical.
Suspects were shot with two different guns,
still out on the streets.
My manners.
This is Detective Veronica Jin
joining us from Southfield.
Today is her first day,
so let's give her a warm welcome.
Your new partner, Bryant here, can catch you up to speed.
Bodies will continue to drop
unless we get these dealers off the streets.
Get to it. Let's go.
Uh, Amanda, look here.
I don't want to babysit some new detective
that came to Detroit to get their street cred.
Jin's a hard charger vet who comes highly recommended.
You want to sit on the bench or get in the game?
[crowd cheering]
[Roland] I can't even see shit.
We might as well just bounce.
[Terry] And go do what exactly?
Chauffer my 50 bones to the bank.
All right, you got a higher score than me,
but I still passed, so I don't give a fuck.
Oh, shit, man.
[R music plays]
♪ ♪
Damn! Ruin me, baby girl.
[chuckling] Ruin me.
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ To know you ♪
♪ Then I'd show you ♪
♪ Just how it would be ♪
♪ You with me ♪
♪ Let me hold you ♪
♪ Like I'm supposed to ♪
♪ Feel how it would be ♪
♪ You with me ♪
[crowd cheering]
See Terry over there stargazing?
[Meech] All that motherfucker gonna do is look.
That's Boom's wife.
Y'all still beefing?
Nah, but we need a new plug,
'cause he fucked shit up with Big L,
stupid ass little nigga, man.
If he want to be a L-7, just let him, a'ight?
I'm here to get this work to K-9 and get shit popping.
Flat-out.
[shoes squeaking]
Run the ball, run the ball!
Whose shot? Whose shot?
[buzzer blares]
[cheers and applause]
[Roland] Man, the Saint always be off the hook.
[Terry] Bro, this is Quinti.
She used to be in my auto shop class last year.
- Beast. - Hell nah.
She way too cute to be getting dirty under the hood.
I do the electrical shit.
If you ever need new speakers,
come through my brother's shop.
Best auto installation in town.
Actually, matter of fact, I think I'ma stop by,
'cause I started this car service company with my pops.
- We need that. - [Meech] What up, doe?
- What up, doe? - What, you still not speaking?
Man, I ain't got shit to say to you.
Man, get the fuck on, man.
There he go on that bullshit.
Oh, shit.
[singer] ♪ Ladies in the house ♪
- ♪ Let me hear you say ♪ - [singer] ♪ Oh ♪
[singer] ♪ Ladies in the house ♪
- ♪ Let me hear you say ♪ - [singer] ♪ Oh ♪
♪ Name is G Miller There's no one chiller ♪
Fuck him. I got to go holla at old boy.
Good game, Coach.
[Winkie] To hell with yo' cheating ass, man.
Paid off the refs to swallow their damn whistles.
Aw, come on, Wink. You better than that.
Run me that 50 stacks we bet, we good.
Nigga, I ain't paying you shit.
Get the fuck out of my face.
- [woman screams] - [crowd screaming]
- [brakes screeching] - Let's go!
Get in the fuckin' car!
[all singing] ♪ Patty cake, patty cake ♪
♪ Baker's man ♪
♪ Bake me a cake As fast as you can ♪
♪ Roll 'em and roll 'em And throw 'em in the pan ♪
- [laughter] - Is that how it goes?
- No. No. - [laughter]
What you been feeding him? He got so big.
Well, girl, a little bit of everything.
When'd you get back?
[Lawanda] Uh, this morning.
[Terry] Hey, little man.
Oh, my God. Daddy missed you. Come here.
Oh. Oh.
You pass that driving test?
Come on, Pop. What kind of question is that?
[Charles] All right, we can get that second car,
start making more money for the business,
and I can take your mama to the Carl's Chop House
for that good eatin'.
[both laughing]
Congratulations, Tee.
Oh. I... I think he pooped himself.
- [Lucille] Uh-oh. - Here, I got him.
No, no, you-you good.
You've been taking care of him long enough.
You know what? Why don't we have Sunday dinner
to celebrate Terry getting his driver's license
and the whole family being together.
Have you talked to your brother?
Nah. I ain't... I ain't seen him yet.
[solemn music plays]
♪ ♪
- Let's get you changed. - Just be patient.
[horn honks]
What kind of oriental is you?
What kind of Black are you?
Look, if anybody should have a stick up their ass, it's me.
Nobody wants to replace the dead guy.
Why'd you leave Southfield?
I got promoted.
Everybody says it was affirmative action.
Good old buddy fuck cop culture.
Well, if you think Downriver is any different,
I got a beachfront property in Idaho to sell you.
I got sick of the 'burbs.
I miss the smell of the streets
and the spirit of the D.
Well, if you grew up in this raggedy ass motherfucker,
then you already know.
Yeah, but it wasn't always like this.
You know, my sister and I, we used to ride our bikes
all over the place when Chinatown was still around.
And then they started displacing us
to Cass Corridor,
ruining everything in typical Detroit fashion.
You know, you could just bulk up.
Eat a few more biscuits.
- You could eat a few less. - [laughs]
You got jokes. That's good.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
You good?
Yeah. I'm gravy.
What, you got food references for everything?
Hmm.
[bluesy music plays]
♪ ♪
♪ More than a pastime ♪
Hey, you and me, we are friends, eh?
With a long, um...
- [speaking Spanish] - Partner.
Partner. Partnership.
That don't make me none.
Half the time, I can't understand ya' ass.
And the other half, I'm nauseous
from the stank-ass cologne you wear.
[Sina] I don't understand.
[both speaking Spanish]
I save your life
and this my thanks?
You disrespecting me?
Yo, Rayzin, get this Colombian cocksucker out my face
'fore I go the fuck off.
Vámonos, Sina. Adios.
[both speaking Spanish]
Keep your nose clean, pendejo.
[speaking Spanish]
Baby, you really shouldn't be so mean.
Fuck Sina.
Feeling the music, Meech?
No doubt. It's soulful.
♪ ♪
Babe, didn't Jackie Wilson get his start here?
Yeah, and Berry Gordy used to sell Polaroids
of all the guests up here before he started Motown.
- Hell yeah. - Let's talk shop.
My brother said you and Tee move shit faster
- than anybody in D. - Hell yeah.
We used to play hot potatoes growing up.
So we just applied it to the game as well.
By the time 5-0 hear we got some work,
man, we already be cashing out.
Oh.
I ain't get caught in Vegas either.
[K-9] Except you're late.
There were drug dogs at the airport,
so I had to improvise and think on the fly.
But I may have found a more efficient way to transport.
And I wear size 12 in Guccis, nigga.
Look, K-9, I'm the buyer.
You the seller.
I got the weight. You got the money.
All right, what up?
You think I need your scrawny ass
or this bitch-ass load you just hauled?
Look, K-9, I'm not trying to disrespect you, a'ight?
You're one of the only cats in the D
with a steady supply from a Colombian connect.
I did what you asked, and you know who I am.
So what's crackin'?
It's more to this than dollars and cents, Meech.
The people who get ahead in this game
do it off the bonds they make.
And that's built off honesty and loyalty.
Shit you can't see, smell, or touch.
You just gotta feel it.
There's a pretty lady here to see you.
- Good lookin', Unc. - What's up, K-9?
- You good? - [K-9] Yeah.
[kissing]
Nothin' like listenin' to the blues, so I guess I am.
You know Peaches.
That's Meech. That's Big L.
We already know each other.
He's a great salesman.
I just wasn't sold.
Anyway, it's nice seeing you.
Maybe next time we won't take this long.
If she don't fuck with you, then why should I?
Man, that bitch was threatened by flash
and didn't get that my glow makes everybody shine brighter.
[chuckles]
Maybe I'll be in touch.
Maybe I won't.
Let's go, baby.
♪ ♪
[dog barking]
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
Baby, it's 3:00 in the morning.
Yeah.
I want you round the clock, woman.
Okay. Not tonight, okay, babe?
Come on now.
Baby, please.
I have to be up in three hours.
We ain't been together in over three weeks.
God...
♪ ♪
Let's go to sleep.
I'll get you another time, okay?
♪ ♪
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
That don't look like oatmeal to me.
Well, no, but it is a Pop-Tart and peanut butter sandwich,
and it does cover all the basic four food groups.
Well, since I bought it, I'ma eat it too.
Okay.
Let's try this.
Oh, God. Much better.
Go and make that oatmeal like I said.
Worth a shot.
Hold up.
So busy making this nasty Pop-Tart sandwich,
you buttoned your shirt up wrong.
Let me get that.
Kevin, what is this?
Well, that's Bruiser, the superhero I created.
He's like a mix of Superman and the Brown Hornet
rolled all into one.
Ill, right?
[Bryant] That's really impressive,
but son,
I don't think this is appropriate for high school.
Come on, Dad.
Even Mom wouldn't be stressing me out this much.
Well, your mom's not in charge anymore.
I am.
She gave up that right in court, remember?
Okay. Okay, fine.
But can I just please wear it as an undershirt?
- I-I really need it. - Why?
That kid still bothering you in school?
Well, I mean...
Okay. You can wear it.
But you don't have to pretend to be a superhero.
Your dad is the toughest dude in the city,
which means that you have that in your blood.
So if we connect your brain with our blood line,
you don't have to be afraid of anything.
You understand?
Good.
I love you, son.
Love you, too, Dad.
[Bryant] Okay.
Now go and make that oatmeal like I said.
Have to bulk you up a little bit.
[Kevin chuckles]
[hip-hop music plays]
[singer] ♪ And you don't stop And you don't ♪
♪ Since the day I was born ♪
♪ I was raised By the street code ♪
♪ Got to play the game, boy Ain't no cheat code ♪
♪ When it's time to eat We go feast mode ♪
♪ But when it's time for-- ♪
[record scratching]
Hey, DJ Can't Scratch.
Can you chill and just let that shit ride out?
Man, smell these balls, motherfucker.
[laughter]
Yo. Word of advice.
- Cut that shit. - [laughs]
Man, what these bitch ass niggas doing in here?
That's funny coming from a nigga
who could turn sideways in the shower and not get wet.
- Oh, yeah? - [Nedo] Yeah.
Well, fuck you, you Re-run looking motherfucker.
- Oh, shit! - Get him, nigga.
- Yeah! - Yeah! Get him.
[indistinct shouting]
Hey, hey, hey. Y'all niggas better recognize.
Recognize what, motherfucker?
Fuck off me. Fuck off me. Come on.
- Goddamn. - Get his ass, D!
What the fuck?
Nigga, chill the fuck out, man.
Chill the fuck out!
Fuck is y'all in here doing, man, tearing shit up, nigga?
Man, these niggas came up in our spot.
'Cause I called 'em here, dummy.
Now, listen, I want all of us to combine our resources
and make more money than we ever fuckin' made before.
But if y'all niggas want to keep sitting here arguing
and fighting like bitches, y'all can get out.
So what's this grand master plan of yours?
It's simple. Lamar is dead.
So now all we gotta do is pool our resources.
With what? Lent, motherfucker?
'Cause word is you ain't got no product and no plug.
Nigga, I'm giving you my motherfuckin' word, nigga.
It's a lock on an unlimited supply.
- The best shit ever. - Then what's the holdup?
Meech ass always selling wolf tickets.
He better get his ducks lined up,
or we ain't coming back up here no more.
- I'ma see you, B-Mick. - I'ma fuck you up.
Yeah, it's gonna be a bullet next time,
you round motherfucker.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
How the hell I'm supposed to know what's going on
if you ain't never told me shit?
Nigga, we going after K-9,
the biggest fish in the pond.
We got to have our shit tight.
♪ ♪
[horn honking]
Welcome to Wendy's. How can I help you?
Meechie.
I was having a bad day, but I came by to see you
'cause I knew you was gonna put a smile on my face.
That is so sweet.
How you been, Mama?
You know, complaining would be blasphemy.
But, you know,
your sister is just wearing me out
with that mouth of hers.
Well, Nikki ain't no little girl no more.
I know.
You know, your brother just got his chauffeur's license,
and we're gonna have dinner on Sunday night to celebrate.
I want you there.
How you think Pops gonna feel about that, Ma?
It's his house.
I just want to respect him, Mama.
I didn't really understand it back then,
but I damn sure do now.
Watch your mouth.
I'm sorry. Here.
Take this, Mama. Please.
I can't do that, Meech.
Here you go, baby.
Thank you.
I want to see you on Sunday, okay?
- I'ma try to make it. - Don't try. Be there.
- Love you. - Love you more.
Of course. All right, have a good day.
[murmuring indistinctly]
Sir, I can help you over here.
Hey. You remember me?
I saw you at the Saint yesterday.
We also met at Cub Taboo-- was a while back.
I used to be one of Pat's top earners, Terry.
How can I help you, sir?
I need to be added to the insurance
for my sedan business.
Oh. Okay.
So I just need you to fill this out,
provide me with your business tax ID,
and I'll get everything filed.
Long night, huh?
Nah, I just need the shades to look at you, sunshine.
Just fill this form out and get it back to me.
Was there anything else?
It's just real nice to catch up with you.
Well, I work on commission, so the longer I talk to you,
the less money I make.
- Next. - Don't even trip.
I'ma-I'ma make sure
that I send a bunch of customers your way.
All right, Terry. Have a good day.
Just call me Tee.
I'm gonna call you by your government.
All right. That works.
Whatever you want to call me, just...
- [Markisha] Terry. - You call me. Call me.
[upbeat music plays]
Hi, how are you?
Okay, let me see.
Perfect.
♪ ♪
What you thinkin' 'bout?
Terry, Terry, look at me.
- [bed squeaking softly] - [moaning softly]
[singer] ♪ Oh, sittin' thinking 'bout ♪
♪ How lucky a man I am ♪
- You. - Aw.
You happy me and Terry Jr. are back?
Yeah. Hell yeah.
The sound of him sleeping at night is everything.
You know I'm proud of you, right, Tee?
For gettin' out the game and putting your family first.
Meech ain't really fuckin' with me, though.
Probably 'cause you took his bed
and made this ghetto-ass king.
[both laughing]
It's better than my big ass rolling around
in that little tight-ass twin.
Shit, you ain't never lie.
I was thinking, we should start a college fund
for Terry Jr., move in, just the three of us.
Yo, Wanda, you just took our son and ran off.
Now you back with all these plans?
I'ma need a minute.
So what, we starting over?
Yep.
Nikki and Mama's at Bible study,
so we starting over right now.
[singer] ♪ You're so lovely ♪
♪ I love it ♪
[engine rumbling]
Hey. That's not yours.
For this not to be your car,
you sure like putting stuff in it.
Somebody's starting to feel real comfy on the job.
My family believes in the power of Buddha,
and that charm is for good luck and prosperity.
Well, you got Buddha,
I got Jesus, and Muslims got Allah.
It's all the same shit when you get down to it.
You must be fun at parties.
Well, what do we have here?
Couple of 50 Boyz.
[tires screeching]
[dramatic music plays]
I got the tall, skinny one.
♪ ♪
[panting]
[sighs]
[chuckling]
Sucker-ass cops.
[laughs]
[tires screech]
Freeze right there, asshole.
My tooth!
This bitch hit me with her fuckin' car!
I'm sorry. Were you saying something?
Fucker almost ran into Buddha.
Ooh. Mm.
Just for the record,
you're way more fun at parties than me.
Come on.
[Dink grunting]
Fuck you!
I'll get all of this filed, and I'll get back to you.
[customer] Thanks.
You were supposed to be bringing me customers.
Hey, look, they definitely comin',
but your orchid was on its last leg,
so I figured I'd get you a fresh one.
Oh, that's nice, but I can't--
See, orchids are high maintenance and temperamental.
They gotta be treated just right.
The beauty and joy they bring
outweighs the upkeep and expense.
Ouch. Oh, okay.
Well, at least just water the old one
for photosynthesis and shit.
Photosynthesis is about light, silly.
I know. I know.
I was just seeing if you was listening.
- All right. Yeah. - Bye, Terry.
[chuckles]
[siren wailing]
Dink got fucked up moving the money from the stash house.
What? Come on, man.
He ain't gonna talk.
That nigga ain't gonna talk. But that green good as gone.
[sighs]
Fuck it, man. It's just part of the game.
But how the hell we gonna go cop from K-9 now?
I don't know.
Maybe we should think outside of the box.
You know what's crazy?
That motherfucker spun some shit to me other day
that really didn't make sense until now.
Dope game ain't just about dollars and cents
as much as relationships.
I gotta show that motherfucker
I'm somebody he can't afford to lose.
What the hell you gonna do?
I'm just gonna be me, like I always do.
[hip-hop music plays]
♪ ♪
Come on, we don't got to do all that, bro.
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Chasin' paper ♪
♪ A pimp and I'm a player ♪
♪ And I'ma keep on hustlin' ♪
♪ Till ain't nobody greater ♪
Okay, okay, getting money up in here.
[singer] ♪ A pimp and I'm a player ♪
♪ And I'ma keep on hustlin' ♪
♪ Till ain't nobody greater ♪
What's up, Q?
[singer] ♪ Try to be humble ♪
♪ And swallow this pride I got ♪
♪ Belt on my bubble ♪
♪ I hit every time I shot ♪
♪ We in the jungle ♪
♪ And snakes All around these thots ♪
♪ For a couple bundles, I done seen ♪
- What up, doe? - Meech. Hope you're hungry.
My cook makes the best steak in the city.
- Hell yeah. - Still hot. Dig in.
What's the difference between the best point guard
in the world and the tenth best?
Ball handling skills, orchestrating offense,
probably leading the team around him better.
Vision.
They have to see the entire floor.
Look, I grew up in the Brewsters.
And now I got homes in Detroit, Cali, and Florida.
I run the one just like Zeke, and I'm relentless.
[Meech] See, I love that 'cause I got the same type
of will and audacity, and my crew,
they loyal as fuck and ready to suit up whenever.
Just this point, I'm running go around without my brother.
He don't have the vision?
That nigga got a different vision, man.
He want to finish school and all that bullshit.
My brother was the same way.
Nigga thought he was going to the league
until I got him to shift focus on the real.
You and Tee remind me of us. But winners are never late.
So you knew there'd be drug dogs at the airport
and that I'd be late.
But I delivered, K-9, and I'm gonna keep on delivering.
And if you give me a shot, man, I promise we gonna grow.
When we done, you gonna have enough to buy a house
in every fuckin' state in the nation.
Don't cash a check your ass can't cover.
Shit, your brother already told us how we get down.
And you seen firsthand.
So am I good for ten bricks or what?
If you can do 10, then you can do 20.
You got a problem with that, hot potato?
Hell no.
Let's get it. I'm ready to do it right now.
Good.
Fellas, gather around.
Got some gifts for you guys.
'Cause, Meech, the only way to be the man
is to take care of the people who take care of you.
Right, fellas?
I got one especially for you, Meech.
Man, I don't even know what to say, man.
Your word is your bond out in these streets.
That's all we got.
So don't ever let nobody disrespect that.
And if they do violate it,
you gotta make it your fuckin' business to demonstrate.
Big L had a big fuckin' mouth,
so I took care of that for you.
Good lookin'.
Just know,
if you don't give me my money on time,
I'm gonna kill you.
Then I'ma kill your brother
and them two Black-ass motherfuckers
y'all was with at the Saint.
[tense music plays]
Finish your steak.
♪ ♪
[hip-hop music plays]
[singer] ♪ Don't get caught up In them streetlights ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Don't get caught up In them streetlights ♪
♪ Jumped off the porch As a youth ♪
♪ Looking for the truth ♪
♪ Trouble is what I found I was running wild ♪
♪ Streetlights on The corner was calling me ♪
Man, look at my little brother.
I can't even lie.
I did not think you was gonna see this car shit
all the way through.
Meech, what the hell you want?
I'm a paying customer.
Drive, motherfucker.
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Out there In the street life ♪
Hey, so how much you make today doing this shit, Tee?
Enough.
I'm guessing you picked up four, maybe five rides
for about $10 a pop?
With a tip, that's probably a grand total of 50 bones.
[laughs]
I'm making a honest fuckin' living.
[Meech] Well, that's an honest living.
But is that your dream or is that Pops's dream?
- You know what? - No, just listen.
Hear me out, hear me out, hear me out.
All right?
I finally got a steady supply
so we can start expanding just like we talked about.
Nigga, we gonna set up shop in other cities
and take over the fuckin' nation.
I already told you. I'm out.
[Meech] Tee, when is you gonna quit wasting your time
with this car bullshit?
Can we go back to what we do best?
Hustling?
I'm not talking about no small-time bullshit
like when we did with Pat.
K-9 is getting the supply from Colombians.
That's Pablo Escobar and them motherfuckers, man.
K-9, the nigga that killed someone
over a fuckin' basketball game?
What is he gonna do to us if we fuck shit up?
We won't.
You and I ain't never fuck nothin' up
when we work together.
We always come on top.
- It's the same thing here. - Nah.
This is your stop right here, though.
[Meech] Oh, this my stop?
[Terry] Yep. And get the fuck out.
Keep the change.
Broke ass nigga.
[laughs]
[laughter]
[Mabel] He looks at me all crazy, then I go,
"Didn't your mama teach you that it's not polite to stare?"
Next thing I know,
an old Eartha Kitt sounding voice yells out,
"I told him, but that boy don't listen!"
[laughter]
[Lucille] Oh, my goodness. That is a mess.
- [indistinct chatter] - Hey, Miss Mabel.
Nicole, you need glasses?
I know you see Miss Mabel sitting here.
- Hey, Miss Mabel. - Hi, baby.
How you been doing?
- Fine. And you? - Good, thank you.
Hey, grab that extra chair. Meechie's coming for dinner.
What is that on your face?
Oh, it's just lip gloss.
Well, you're too young to wear that.
Should be more worried about Meech than me.
Excuse me?
I am so sick and tired of you talking back.
Every time I say something, you got something to say.
Now wipe that mess off your face like I said.
Nicole, do like your mom says.
Please tell me we're not here to see that snaggletooth perp
- I hit. - Nah, but I did cover you
on the accusation he made with Beckwith.
Did you pull that Asian driver card?
Well, I just said he ran into your car,
and you ain't had time to stop.
Well, I guess I should say thank you, partner.
Look...
losing Lopez changed me.
I wasn't as transparent about things as I could have been.
I vowed not to make that mistake again.
I'm still not following.
- Dr. Gaines. - Detective Bryant.
I'm afraid there's been no changes.
Patient's still in a coma, and the vitals
are still touch and go.
Pupils are miotic.
G-C scale's non-responsive.
Making matters worse, we're attaching a colostomy bag
for the foreseeable future.
Dr. Gaines, I need this man alive.
[Dr. Gaines] We're doing the best we can,
but I'm not sure it'll be enough.
[dramatic music plays]
[Jin] Lamar fucking Silas?
♪ ♪
The crime board says that Silas is deceased.
We're keeping him under a false name
as a protective measure.
If he wakes up, we hope he'll tell us who shot him.
♪ ♪
[Lawanda] Aw, baby.
Got me a flower.
[Lucille] Aw. Okay. Come on, y'all.
Let's sit down here for this dinner.
All right now, tell me, how was the first day on the job?
[Terry] Slow.
We need to strategize
on increasing our profit margin.
All right now, we can talk about business later.
Come on, let's bless this food so we can eat.
Nicole, you want to say grace?
I didn't know I was allowed to talk.
- [Terry] I'll pray. - Okay.
Don't forget to include your brother
in the blessing, please.
I thought Meech was coming.
Well, something must have come up.
[Charles] Mm.
Thank You, Lord, for this beautiful gift
that Mama prepared and for this family and my brother Meech.
Please protect him, O Lord,
and watch over every single person at this table.
We ask all these things in Your name,
our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Amen.
- Amen. - Hey.
Brother, you getting better and better at these blessings.
- Mm-hmm. - I thought he was about
to do a Pastor Swift Thanksgiving prayer.
[laughter]
[Meech] Listen up.
The 50 Boyz, dead.
12th Street, dead.
From now on, we BMF.
Black Mafia Family.
I just need to ask all y'all a question.
Is you in or is you out?
Now look, for some of y'all,
this will be the biggest decision
of your fuckin' lives.
We are about to turn BMF into a global empire,
absorbing all the crews.
Everybody in here gonna be shining like new money.
Everybody in here gonna move as one.
Everybody in here gonna have their own house,
own clothes, own cars, own hos.
I just need y'all with me.
So if you can't work with the nigga across from you
or if you can't handle what I'm saying, just bounce.
If you can't even be a standup guy, get the fuck on.
We just got 20 keys from the new plug.
Now if y'all in the mood to have too much money
to count, stand up.
If y'all trying to set up shop in Cleveland...
- Yeah. - [Meech] St. Louis...
- Yeah. - [Meech] Atlanta...
- Yeah. - [Meech] Miami...
- Yeah. - [Meech] LA...
Yeah!
[Meech] Raise your glass in the air right now.
We about to take over the whole nation.
Pledge allegiance to the Black Mafia Family!
[all] To the Black Mafia Family!
[hip-hop music plays]
[utensils clinking]
I am so grateful that things
are working out with you and Terry.
Well, leaving with Terry Jr. seemed to have done the trick.
Just like you said it would.
Look, a woman's instincts are never wrong.
What the hell are y'all talking about?
I know you not eavesdropping on our conversation.
Ma, you planned this whole thing with Wanda
to get me out of the game?
Look, we were just doing what was best for you.
That's bullshit!
You trying to manipulate my life
just like everybody else.
[Charles] Hey, hey, hey.
We already lost control of Meech.
We ain't losing you to these damn streets as well.
You knew about this too?
[tense music plays]
- Oh, my fuckin' God. - Oh, no.
You not gonna use the Lord's name in vain in my house.
I don't know who the hell to trust
in this family anymore.
Damn!
- Bang on something else. - Babe.
♪ ♪
[door slams]
♪ ♪
We've been brothers for years, B.
I know killing Kato fucked you up.
But you proved your loyalty to me.
That's why I decided to make you my right hand.
That means I'ma lean on you more than I ever did before.
Don't trip.
I got you.
Shit, I would have thought that made you more happy.
Yeah. Yeah, I...
You know, I just gotta check on my moms.
- How's she doing? - [B-Mickie] She's alive,
which is good enough for me.
You come back from a lot of shit
as long as you don't get no toe-tag.
Once they put that bitch on you, it's a wrap.
Well, let me know if she needs anything.
That's my moms too.
I love you, dog.
100%.
[Older Terry] Wolves like to run in packs
'cause they're harder to catch that way.
They call it the Law of the Jungle.
But now Meech was running alone.
I'd accomplished most of what I was after as well,
but I, too, was alone.
[pensive music plays]
♪ ♪
And so was B-Mickie.
Don't be stupid, nigga.
Now slowly take out your piece,
put it on the table there.
Come on now.
How the hell you get in my house?
I'm po-po.
I can get in anywhere at any time,
especially when a motherfucker ducking me.
My moms ain't been feeling well.
I've been the one busy taking care of her.
And here I was thinking that you was laid up
with some broad until I found this.
Wow.
And I realized that your ass is sprung.
But I guess, uh,
the-the pussy must not have been that good.
First, you break into my shit.
Now you going through everything
after I already gave you Kato's ass
for your partner's murder?
I want Meech.
Not some dead bitch that you put to rest.
All I can tell you is Terry's out.
And Meech is the one that's running shit on his own.
You trying to game a gamer?
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Nah.
I ain't got no reason to lie to you.
♪ ♪
Look here.
You better come with something bigger next time,
'cause I still got your other gun,
which means I can hang yo' ass anytime on a double homicide
of Jay-Mo and your beloved Kato.
Anytime.
[Older Terry] Once a wolf gets separated from the pack,
the question becomes,
who's the hunter and who's the prey?
Fuck.
[monitor beeping]
["Ready or Not" playing]
♪ ♪
[gasps]
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
♪ And keep you happy ♪
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna love you ♪
♪ And make you love me ♪
♪ You can't run away ♪
♪ From this love I got ♪
♪ Oh baby, hey, baby ♪
♪ 'Cause I got a lot, yeah ♪
♪ Anywhere you go ♪
♪ My poor heart's gotta know ♪
♪ Oh, baby, hey, baby ♪
♪ You can't hide from my love Oh, no ♪
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna find you ♪
♪ And keep you happy ♪
♪ Ready or not, here I come ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ Gonna love you ♪
♪ And make you love me ♪
♪ Anywhere you go ♪
♪ My poor heart got to know ♪
♪ Oh, baby, hey, baby ♪