"[ Man inhales deeply ]" "[ Man coughing ]" "Yo, Ug!" "Nigga, put that shit out, man!" "[ Coughing continues ] I'll show you." "I am. I'm gonna show you, for real." "I'll see you in Miami on Friday, right?" "No doubt. I'm gonna be there." "All right." "Y'all get home safe." "Muah." "Bye!" "Bye!" "Take care." "Bye, guys." "I want a big endorsement next time, too, a'ight?" "I got you. I'll make some phone calls." "Are you ready to go, sir?" "Wait." "You ready to go?" "Yeah." "A'ight, we out, we out." "You sure?" "Yeah." "You sure?" "You ready?" "You ready?" "Yeah." "Yo, Ug, pass me that bottle, baby." "Here you go." "Good looks." "[ Sniffles ]" "# Wait until you're runnin' #" "Whoo!" "Yes, sir!" "# Hang around for days #" "[ Moaning ]" "I'm saying, Sage, what is this you got us listening' to, man?" "[ Chuckles ]" "Yo, you got to keep an open mind, man." "I hear all that, man, but, yo, check this out." "[ Slow hip-hop music plays ]" "Unh." "# Can I rock?" "# # l got the mikes, rocks #" "# Chillin' on Forman Boulevard #" "# Bought a rock #" "# Where them niggas serve rocks till them fools'll cop #" "# Where them niggas call a cab, shorty, clear the blocks #" "# But niggas don't stop 'cause got to move that rock #" "Yo, I'm saying, man, what's up with that meeting at Atlantic?" "Hey, 1 2:00 Monday, man." "Jason Flom is feelin' us." "Plus he even took a copy of the CD." "Okay." "We're good to go." "Yo, Ug." "Keep Luther on a leash." "Yo, in and out, nigga." "Yo, I'm not playin' , a'ight?" "I don't want no fucking bodies." "A'ight, man." "I got you, I got you." "You good?" "Let's do it." "Come on, Luther." "We got to behave ourselves tonight." "Motherfuckers is acting sensitive and shit." "[ Brakes squeal ]" "Let's rock." "[ Moaning ]" "[ Door opens ]" "Get the fuck out the car!" "Yo!" "Don't shoot!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Chill!" "Chill, man!" "[ Screaming ]" "You know what the fuck this is!" "Come about your shit!" "DEREK:" "All right!" "[ Woman screaming ]" "Aah!" "No!" "Please don't!" "Please don't!" "UG:" "Yo, give a nigga a heads-up next time." "Business is between those who do it." "[ Screaming ]" "[ Door closes ]" "Aah!" "Oh, no!" "Please don't do it!" "Don't do it!" "Oh, my God!" "Ohh!" "Take this, man." "Just don't shoot!" "That's a real pretty necklace." "Where'd you get that from?" "[ Chuckles ] I bet you somebody real special" "[ Gunshot ]" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Oh!" "Oh, my God!" "Please don't kill me!" "Oh, my God!" "Please don't kill me!" "[ Door opens ]" "Nigga..." "Nigga, you fuckin' retarded, or what?" "!" "What the fuck did I tell you?" "!" "What the fuck, Sage?" "!" "You said no one would get hurt!" "Sage!" "Sage!" "is that you?" "!" "I'm so sorry!" "I'm sorry!" "I love you!" "I'm so sorry!" "Please." "What you want me to do?" "Please don't kill me!" "Aah!" "Oh, no!" "Please don't do it!" "Please don't kill me!" "Oh, my God!" "[ Crying ]" "[ Gunshot ]" "[ Tires screech ]" "CARTER:" "I'm not a rapper." "Though that perception could be easily ascertained from the outside, looking in." "I'm inclined to ask the question -- when I'm hungry and I make myself something to eat, does that make me a chef?" "Or when I go to the playground to shoot hoops, does that make me a ballplayer?" "I don't think so." "But for those into xicated by these misconceptions of who or what I am, I say to you... if you must define me... define me as a businessman, a capitalist, a boss." "In a city of 9 million people, where many see obstacles, I see opportunities..." "Like many other bosses, has the ability to see 1 0 steps ahead, figure out all the angles and has the ungodly talent of detecting, dissecting, dismantling, dismissing all potential problems and dangers before it ever occurs." "When you're responsible for the livelihood and welfare of others, many times you're faced with decisions and choices the average soul can neither comprehend nor condone." "But like the saying goes -- let your conscience be your guide." "And it's exactly that to which I abide." "So, as I struggle with my own demons and try not to judge those who judge me, I take comfort in knowing one thing is undeniable -- everybody has a hustle." "What's yours?" "[ Mid-tempo hip-hop music plays ]" "# Fitted cap #" "# Seats reclined back #" "# Jewels like frostbite, under them city lights #" "# Sticker price, the china white #" "# Throw the dice and beat 'em on another life #" "# With Mami riding shotgun in the feed #" "# Coochies so juicy, nicknamed the bitch I see #" "# Teflon under the carhart, with the glock near #" "# Make sure we all play fair #" "# Sat down with emi a couple times #" "# Couldn't get a deal done #" "# 'Cause we wouldn't see eye to eye #" "# Don't sweat it, chill, I know you tried #" "# But got some news #" "# Your radio dude, nigga, ain't got a clue # # lf you did, you wouldn't fucks with me #" "# Now you're nodding' your head to the side shit #" "# Reluctantly, the hood stuck with me #" "# 'Cause they know the truth, my rep be the proof #" "# Crown me king, niggas #" "# KO TC #" "# The king is here #" "[ Mumbling indistinctly ]" "[ Siren walls ]" "[ Jamaican accent ] Ah, yes, man!" "What you want?" "I got all the mixtapes." "I got them." "I got the -- the good movies with the good quality, all new." "W-what you want?" "You want CD or DVD?" "You ain't got that superhead joint, right?" "The superman?" "No, man." "Never mind, yo." "Ah." "Yes, man." "That's my number-one seller." "I sold out of those last week." "I just got those." "Sold them shits all out, huh?" "All of them." "I give you for two for $1 0." "Being that you sold them all out, homey, I guess I'm here to collect what you owe me." "What you talking about, man?" "Listen, I'm the one who's in charge of selling these shits to you smelly motherfuckers out here, man." "And I know I didn't sell any to you, right?" "So you must've copied these shits on your own, dawg." "So why don't you just give me what you owe me, man?" "What you talking about, man?" "You crazy." "A'ight, look, check this, right?" "Since you seem to be doing so well out here, I'm gonna sell you more for double the price, dawg, 'cause you fucked up." "But I like you, though, so I'm willing to do you that favor." "I owe you nothing." "I don't want your business." "You get away from my table." "You get out of here." "And here I thought you was a smart guy, Ziggy." "Now, you're a lucky man I got places to be, or we'd have a real problem, feel me?" "Yo, when I come back, man, I suggest you change that attitude of yours, yo, but for now, I'm just gonna take my shit." "You take nothing!" "Ay!" "Hey, yo, G, man, I got places to be, yo." "Come on." "Let's beat out, man." "A'ight, man, listen, look, when you're done, yo, grab the CDs." "I'll be waiting for you in the car, man." "[ Chuckles ] Some "old skool" shit, man." "Nice." "[ Doorbell rings ]" "[ Doorbell rings ]" "[ Birds chirping ]" "[ Doorbell rings ]" "[ Sighs ]" "What's going on, fellas?" "Hi, Mr. Blanche. I'm raising money for my basketball team, and I want to know if you want to make a donation." "Okay." "How's your grades?" "They're all right." "What about you?" "Sort of good." "Sort of good, huh?" "A'ight, I'll tell you what." "You guys keep them grades up and put me down for $1 00 each." "$1 00?" "Yeah." "All right." "All right?" "All right, y'all take it easy." "All right." "Thank you." "All right." "And don't ring the bell so early, either." "[ RB music plays ]" "[ Sighs ]" "Thalia." "Wake up." "[ Sleepily ] What's up, baby?" "What's up is you said you was gonna clean this room today." "Hmm." "Come on, Cart. I'm tired." "I'll do it later when I wake up." "You said that yesterday, Thalia." "Just like you said you was gonna do the kitchen." "You still gonna hit the dishes up at least, right?" "# Lived and learned that # # lf l can get through it, I can get over it #" "[ Scoffs ]" "Don't know why I bother with it." "Thalia!" "[ RB music continues ]" "[ Moaning ]" "Unh!" "Ohh." "You awake now?" "Uh-huh." "Good." "Get your ass up and clean the house." "[ Sighs ]" "Hey, I need you to go into work for me today." "What?" "!" "Why?" "It's Saturday." "I know what today is." "Bank got Saturday hours, right?" "Yeah, the bank does, but Thalia doesn't." "Yeah, well, Thalia does this Saturday." "I got some dough laying around." "I need you to take care of it." "I don't want it sitting till Monday, a'ight?" "[ Doorbell rings ]" "That's Max." "Put a robe on." "[ Clippers buzzing ]" "Yo, I'm telling you, man." "Everybody's amped about your tournament this year." "All right." "That's what's up, man." "That means we should have an even better turnout this year." "[ Chuckles ]" "Yo, you going to get Uglyman right now?" "Yep." "Going to get him." "Been seven years, man." "Long time." "Tell that dude to come holla at me, man." "I know his hairline is like back here." "[ Both laugh ] I know how them jail niggas cut." "CARTER:" "Put the money in the bag." "Stop pouting, you big baby." "Fuck you." "Can you hold up for a sec?" "Wait a second." "Who the fuck you think you're talking to?" "Just try to remember I'm not one of your fucking friends." "Right." "Okay?" "[ Exhales sharply ]" "Okay." "Everything good, my dude?" "Yeah, everything's cool, man." "Listen, you're shooting out to Queens, right?" "Yeah." "I need you to do me a favor and drop me by my daughter's crib in Rosedale." "She's mad at me, man." "Hey, we can't win, man." "No." "Exactly." "[ Chuckles ]" "Hey, yo, um..." "Tell your man Douglas l never got that receipt for the cash I gave him." "Receipt?" "Yeah, for the cash I gave him for the tournament." "Cash?" "Yeah, he said I had to give him cash 'cause we were late getting him a check." "A'ight. I'll tell him." "A'ight." "Cool." "You know, she really is mad at you." "Yeah, I know." "She gave me the Andrea attitude earlier." "I'm saying, what, do you make her practice that or something?" "'cause she's good at it already." "You are lucky that's all you got some nights, Mr. Blanche." "Ask Al Green what a pot of hot grits feels like, okay?" "You got off with a nice cold shoulder." "Cold shoulder?" "Andrea, I still get headaches from you yapping in my ear about what I need to do." "Like you didn't deserve it!" "If I ever see you again with that no-good " "Now, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Calm down, killer." "Calm down." "[ Chuckles ]" "Boy, you better stop playin'." "No, I know, I know." "I don't want no problems." "[ Sniffles ]" "Hey." "You mad at Daddy?" "Come on, you know you can't stay mad at Daddy." "I told you I'll take you to the American Girl store next weekend." "It'll be open on Saturday. I promise." "Hello." "Took you long enough." "Shut up." "Hey." "You love me now?" "Yes, but I still want to go to the American Girl store." "[ Smooches ] Behave." "Yeah, I'm going to pick up this dude from upstate today." "You know what I mean?" "Have him back on the streets." "Might throw a little something for him tonight." "So, um, nah, basically, it's all that, yeah." "It is what it is." "A'ight." "One." "[ Beep ]" "Mr. Cart Blanche." "My dude." "What's up, baby?" "J.B. What's good, playa?" "Yeah, you see what's good with me." "[ Laughs ]" "A'ight." "Yes, sir!" "Ooh!" "[ Chuckles ] Looking good." "Yo, baby." "So, that's it, huh?" "Yes, sir." "Okay, okay." "She's hot, man." "Yo, good looking out, man." "Your people hooked me up with the vin numbers and everything." "Cleaned the titles down south." "I ain't got to worry about a goddamn thing, baby." "That's what's up." "Yeah." "But, um..." "I kind of wanted to talk to you about the numbers and everything, man." "[ Sniffles ] What did Dell tell you?" "Come on, man." "You know I'm a baller on a budget." "Look, a-a'ight, he called me a price, man." "It was kind of high, but I thought I'd talk to you." "Man, we got history." "You know, we could work something out, man." "Talk to Dell, man." "Come on, man." "You used to fuck with my sister, man!" "Yo, man, we go back like Whitney Houston and crack." "Baby, come on, man. lt's me!" "Talk to Dell." "Yo, homey, I'm talking right here, dawg." "Hey, hold up, man. I'm talking." "That's what it is, man." "What's up, man." "I'm glad to hear it, man." "A'ight, a'ight." "Yeah." "You said you was gonna spit for him." "You got something for me, man?" "Mm-hmm." "Okay, okay." "Yo, man, I spit miraculous." "[ Rapping ] # l show you just how to get a lift #" "# Rapidly, swiftly #" "# Then I yap your wrist rappery #" "# Jack me, a nigga nagging' me #" "# Bastard with the audacity # # l'm a boss in the pimp stands #" "# Got my balls in your bitch glands #" "# Your corpse in a ditched van #" "# Just over the fifth grand #" "# Your man got done dirty #" "# Cowards will have to murder me #" "# Fuck what they done verbally #" "# Twerps with knee surgery #" "# To remove my shells in 'em # # lt's at least 1 2 in 'em #" "# My bullets was nailed in 'em #" "# As if there were shelves in 'em #" "# Tell them, rap dudes act fool #" "# Or get it confused #" "# Get a fitted cap, fool, facedown in the pool #" "# Montana-style -- click, clack, and I pull #" "# You see the ice, no sleeves on it #" "# Look, don't scheme on it #" "# Knife down your throat #" "Yo, yo!" "Yo, what is this, man?" ""Showtime at the Apollo" or somethin'?" "Yo, I got one word for you, B." ""Chorus," man." "Got to learn how to write a hook, B." "You ain't never gettin' signed like that, man." "Hey, you ready to go, boss, man?" "Yeah, yeah, we good, man." "Fellas, fellas, man." "Sounds good, though, man." "Don't give it up, bro." "A'ight?" "Y'all stay up, man." "A'ight. [ Chuckles ]" "Yo, you a funny dude." "Dell, man." "Ah, damn, man." "You went above and beyond when I told you to find a piece of shit." "[ Sighs ]" "Man." "Shit all tight." "[ Laughs ]" "Yo, man, this shit remind me of this whip I had when I was in high school, man." "Yo, we used to call it "P.O.S." stood for "piece of shit."" "That's what we're gonna do." "We're gonna call this joint "P.O.S. Jr."" "[ Latin music playing, stations changing ]" "Yo, what the fuck is up with this radio, man, this Spanish "Vida m ia" shit?" "Where'd you get this car from -- Washington Heights?" "Are we even gonna make it up there in this?" "[ Scoffs ]" "What?" "This is my mom's car." "It's your mo-- [ Laughs ]" "Yo, my bad, yo." "I mean, it gets her from point "A" to point "B," right?" "That's all that matters." "Nigga, you know this car's a piece of shit, dawg!" "[ Both laugh ]" "Yo, but how you gonna play her car like that, though?" "Yo, how you gonna let your mom ride around in some shit like this, man?" "Come on." "With all the paper we getting?" "You got to have her in something better than this, man." "Yo, you're a horrible son, man." "Can you pull off, please?" "[ Beeping, engine turns over ]" "Hey, you really think I'm a horrible son?" "Uh, yeah." "[ Latin music plays ]" "Yo, that shock-camp shit ain't no joke, man." "I'm telling you, yo." "Now that I think about it, man, it might be worse than going to the motherfucking marines or something, yo." "All them poor cats want to be doing is push-ups in the morning." "At shock camp, though, you got a bunch of drug dealers and crackheads running around acting like they're soldiers, working out all the goddamn time, man." "Shit don't make no sense to me at all." "I didn't even work out when I was in gym class, man, let alone in there." "Yo, if it wasn't for them cuttin' my 3-to-5 down to 6 months, Cart, I'm telling you, man, I might have dropped one of them C.O.'s, for real." "What is this, a medium-security joint?" "Big motherfuckin' Carter Blanche!" "What up, baby?" "!" "Big Ug!" "What's the deal, player?" "[ Laughs ]" "Goddamn, why y'all park all the way down here, man?" "Goddamn!" "What the fuck, player?" "Thought I was gonna have to take a cab down this motherfucker, man." "Damn!" "Same old Ug." "Still complaining." "What's good, boy?" "Ain't shit, man." "What up with you, man?" "Nothin' , man. I see that jailhouse workout never fails, bro." "Get out of here with that shit." "You know a nigga like me wasn't working out." "But you looking good yourself, superstar." "Yo, Cart, the whole time I was up in here, all I heard was niggas bumpin' your shit." "Yo, the buzz is crazy up here, baby, for real." "I told you, man." "That's what it is, bro." "I'm glad to be out this motherfucker." "I ain't coming back to this bitch, for real." "I'm glad to hear that, man, 'cause I got a lot of shit that needs to be done, and I need you to be on point." "No doubt, baby. I'm here." "This is Dell." "This is the cat l was telling you about." "He's been holding me down since you been gone." "What's good, man?" "What's good, man?" "I heard a lot about you, B." "It's good to finally meet you, man." "No doubt." "A'ight, let's get up out of here, man, before they find a reason to keep all three of us." "Yo, Cart!" "What the fuck is this, man?" "[ Laughs ]" "Yo, I know you can be-- Wait." "Hold on." "What's the word." "I know you can be frugal at times, but what the fuck is this, B?" "Somebody's been reading the Webster's." "I mean, yo, look at the fucking bumper!" "It got a band-aid on it!" "What you want me to do, man?" "Come up here in a Bentley?" "Next thing you know, we got all type of heat on us?" "No, thanks, man." "You can have that." "No, man, I'm not saying that." "I'm just saying I thought I was gonna hit the streets in some stylin' shit, in some "oh, shit" type shit." "What the fuck is this, man?" "You got tape all on the motherfucker -- damn!" "Yo, this is my mom's car, man." "Say word?" "Yeah." "Yo, Cart, what the fuck are you paying these cats, man?" "Yo, what the fuck?" "is it like the Great Depression out here?" "Well, fuck it." "At least let me whip this motherfucker." "No, man, I'm cool." "I'm gonna do the driving, yo." "Why don't you just sit in the back and relax, man?" "You just got out, and we got a long ride." "Nigga, you act like if I hit something in this shit, you're gonna be able to tell." "It's like I said, man." "I usually do the driving, yo." "Come on, son." "Yo, I ain't drove in seven years!" "That's exactly why your ass is getting in the back, so we can make it in one piece." "Y'all got plenty of time to argue about who's driving, man." "Let's go." "Yo, all I'm saying is this motherfucker better not break down." "That's all the fuck i'm saying." "[ Sighs ]" "[ Engine turns over ]" "[ Latin music plays ]" "UG:" "What the fuck is this, son?" "Damn!" "[ indistinct conversations ]" "[ RB music playing ]" "[ Laughs ] Hey, baby!" "Hey, what up?" "What up?" "Welcome home." "Thank you." "Thank you." "How are you?" "Good, good." "Hey, yo, this is my man, El." "What's up?" "What's good?" "How are you?" "Yeah, this is what the fuck i'm talkin' about." "CARTER:" "Yo, Ug." "Come here, man." "Yo, give me a minute." "What up, son?" "Who the fuck is that?" "Oh, that's my man, El." "Yo, dawg, what, you slip and bump your head?" "You know how I feel about niggas I don't know coming in my crib." "My fault, Cart." "Yo, I didn't mean no disrespect by this." "Listen, yo, he just moved down here from Rochester." "And, man, when we was locked up, the nigga held me down, kept the flies off me." "So I figured fuck it, I'd bring him through to meet you." "I mean, shit -- he been hearing about you for the last seven years." "Porno mags, towels, all that shit." "UG:" "My man, you playing?" "MAN:" "Yeah." "So, you gonna put up or something?" "What the fuck?" "And when we didn't have shit to play for, we'd play for push-ups." "But the best shit was push-ups on demand." "That was the shit." "On demand?" "What the fuck is you talking about, man?" "If you lose, you got to give me my push-ups whenever I want, wherever I want, however many I want." "But we had to start putting rules on that shit 'cause niggas was getting sent to the box for doing push-ups on the mess-hall line." "Stupid motherfuckers." "That shit's crazy." "Yeah." "We put on some real shit." "Yo, my man, El, from Rochester, that motherfucker owed me like 20 push-ups." "Well, I stretched that shit out over four years." "I'd see the nigga and be like, "Yo, give me five push-ups." "No, no, matter of fact, hold them last two till tomorrow."" "you know what I'm saying?" "I made the nigga do a half a push-up." "You got to see that." "That's some funny shit." "Showtime. $1 50." "What you want to do?" "And it wasn't just -- you know what I mean -- it ain't like we just did it with card games." "We was betting on sporting events." "Niggas was betting on hockey." "Didn't even fucking like hockey." "But the funniest shit was during the football season." "Yo, you'd see mad motherfuckers in the yard the next morning, Monday morning, trying to get them push-ups out in the fucking cold." "Shit was crazy." "[ Chuckles ] Tell 'em, Dell." "You was sent up, right?" "Wait." "You did that boot-camp shit." "What was that, like three weeks?" "Nah." "Try six months, dawg." "Oh, excuse me." "Six months." "That's county time, dawg." "Shit." "Call it what the fuck you want, Uglyman." "At least I was home, dawg." "Oh, "At least I was home."" "Yo, son, what the fuck is you doin' , man?" "You can't smoke in Cart's crib." ""What the fuck is you doin'?" "You can't smoke in Cart's crib."" "Don't worry about me, motherfucker." "Just worry about your little fucking cards." "Hey, baby, you want another drink?" "Hello?" "What?" "I'm about to go in the kitchen." "You want another drink?" "All right." "Yeah." "UG:" "Let me get one, man." "Yo, are you trying to get me killed?" "!" "What the fuck are you doing here?" "!" "You got to be, like, the most obvious fbi agent in the world." "You're gonna get us both killed." "Where you been, Thalia?" "We haven't heard from you in a while." "I was starting to get a little worried about you." "Yeah, well, Carter's been very busy, and I've been with him most of the time." "So, I mean, fuck, it's been kind of hard to get in contact with y'all." "Yeah, I know." "He's been very busy." "You got anything new?" "Yeah, they got this basketball tournament coming up, and, I mean, they're gonna have a whole bunch of new sponsors there." "So, I don't know, check that out." "Sponsors, huh?" "W-where did they get these sponsors from?" "Probably Douglas Beck." "Douglas Beck." "Yeah, he's like Cart's business consultant, spokesperson, or some shit." "I don't know." "I've never seen him before." "I just know that Cart and Dell be talking about him all the time." "How come you haven't mentioned him before?" "I don't know." "I guess I fuckin' forgot." "Well, maybe I should forget that in exchange for not going to prison for money laundering, you're helping me with this investigation." "Do you know what the bank that you work for would do if they found out?" "See what I'm saying?" "Ohh." "Looks like they got a nice big party going on in there." "is there anything I should know about?" "Ain't shit going on in there but a bunch of drunk-ass niggas talkin' shit." "So, if bullshit was a crime, then, yeah, go lock them all up forever." "I don't give a fuck." "They're just throwing a party for Cart's boy, Uglyman." "He just got out of jail." "Oh, that must be, uh, Thomas Robinson." "Damn." "Y'all motherfuckers know everything." "What you need me for?" "Well, see, Thalia, these are the things we need to be kept informed about." "We have a deal." "Maybe I should put a wire on you." "Oh, hell, no." "Where you gonna put a wire in this outfit?" "Y'all need anything to drink?" "Nah, I'm good, man." "MAN:" "Nah." "No." "l'm good, shorty." "Yo, Dell, give little man a tip." "I ain't got shit left." "[ Chuckles ]" "Never mind, man." "Here you go, little man." "[ Footsteps approach ]" "[ Mid-tempo RB playing ]" "Sorry. I was talking to Lala." "A'ight, fellas." "Royal flush, motherfuckers." "Again, man?" "Hate to keep doing it to y'all, man." "So, I'm saying, Ug, what's gonna happen next?" "I got to make y'all bet push-ups being that I'm taking all your paper?" "Fuck around, I'll have y'all looking like full force out this motherfucker." "Fuck!" "I can't be playing with these scrub-ass niggas, B!" "Aw, nigga, stop complaining, man." "You control your own game." "If you lose, it's on you." "And put that shit out in my house." "Man, what the fuck is you laughing at, seat filler?" "What you sayin'?" "Nigga, you heard what the fuck i said!" "Hey, yo, man." "Yo, both y'all sit y'all asses down, man." "What's the problem?" "Niggas got million-dollar dreams and dollar thoughts, man." "You over here talking about push-ups." "You talking about boot camp, man." "You need to be worried about the next score." "You need to pull up y'all skirts and stop acting like a bunch of bitches, man." "Y'all arguing about who lost worse." "Y'all both suck equally, a'ight?" "I got all the damn chips, man." "For real." "And you." "Don't fuck up my night, okay?" "I'm saying, Cart, we're just talkin' shit, you know?" "That's what I'm saying, man." "And, you, let me get at you for a minute." "Hey, yo, man, why you doin' that?" "What?" ""What"?" "Why you goin' at Dell like that?" "Aw, man, I'm just havin' some fun with the little nigga, testing' his nerve." "Being sure he is who he say he is." "He is." "You know why?" "'Cause I said he is." "I know how you feelin' , man, but I told you there's enough for everybody." "You need to leave that dumb shit alone." "Nigga, you home." "I mean, come on, Ug, you need to calm down, man." "I need your head in the game." "Things are different out here now." "You've been gone a long time." "Streets ain't gettin' no easier." "See, but that's what the fuck i'm talking about, 'cause that's where we need to be." "I mean, what the fuck is this "Cart the rapper" shit any fuckin' way?" "Everybody in New York want to be a fuckin' rapper!" "Yo!" "You're not foolin' nobody, nigga!" "You're a criminal just like the rest of us!" "Man, fuck this B.E.T. Shit." "Let's do what we do best." "Let's get that motherfuckin' work, hit the block, and get that motherfuckin' money, man!" "Yo, who the fuck you think you're talking to, man?" "Yo, Ug, the '90s is over." "Look around you." "Shit, nigga, look at me." "Dig in your pockets, man." "I put that money there." "How many niggas you know could come home and say that?" "Everybody talk about gettin' paper." "At the end of the day, who's really gettin' it?" "Go find them niggas we was hustlin' with years ago and see how many of them are starving." "I look hungry to you?" "Hey, yo, fuck this, man." "Yo, you want to continue eating' , adjust, nigga." "Bottom line!" "Yo, man, I want to say thank you for sending Thalia up there with that money and shit." "That was some real shit." "Those was the only visits a nigga got." "Yo, it's a small thing, man." "You know I would've if " "Nah, don't worry about it." "I know you would've if you could've." "I mean, I'm not even talking about you." "I'm talkin' about Lynn." "You seen her?" "Nah." "Heard she moved out to Brooklyn." "Word." "Brooklyn?" "You know where?" "You're not going to Brooklyn, man." "Leave that chick alone." "Nah, man, I ain't gonna check her." "But I'm saying it has been seven years." "And that's a long time." "That's a lot of this." "Do you know how much of this that is, nigga?" "A'ight, man, I know it's been seven years, man, but I got you covered, a'ight?" "Oh, word?" "Come on." "Oh, shit." "Hey, Ug, still need to keep your head in the game, a'ight?" "You like?" "Why, yes. I believe I do." "Ladies, this is my boy Ug." "He just came home." "I need y'all to do me a favor and give him the proper welcome home he deserves." "[ Horns honking ]" "RACHEL:" "I can't keep talking my way out of paying for unused studio time." "He's irresponsible, and it's his career." "[ Carter rapping on stereo ] I know. l-l get it." "He won a Grammy." "But that was six freakin' years ago, Charles." "What has he done since?" "An episode of "Cribs"?" "Does he even still have that house?" "Oh, he doesn't?" "Wow. l-l was just kidding." "Anyway, that's why I was saying what I said in the marketing meeting." "I know it's blasphemy to talk bad about him, but I'm just so fed up." "I have to speak my mind." "And if I made you look bad, I'm sorry." "Yeah." "Okay." "Great." "Bye." "[ Receiver clicks ]" "So, Charles wasn't happy with your anti-20 Below statements?" "Nope." "Not one bit." "20 Below is the bane of my existence." "[ Laughs ] I understand, but he ain't all that bad." "And he made this label a good deal of money, and Charles does have a sense of loyalty, so... ." "Have you heard the new tracks on his album?" "No." "Not yet." "Oh, my God." "They suck." "[ Chuckles ] I wouldn't download those songs for free." "Who is this?" "Cart Blanche." "Cart Blanche, huh?" "Mm-hmm." "Ohh." "I would do him." "You're a whore." "Mm-hmm!" "[ Laughs ]" "Oh, speaking of whores..." "that's why I'm here." "Can you take Sylvia to Carson Daly's party tomorrow night?" "I can't do it." "Yeah, l-l guess so." "You sure she won't feel like she's slumming it with me?" "I am the new guy." "No." "She's oblivious to the world around her." "She only listens to her own music and watches her own videos." "Hey, Monica, I've been looking all over for you!" "[ Carter rapping ]" "Oh, shit!" "This is Cart Blanche!" "How do you know that?" "You're kidding, right?" "He's only the hottest underground rapper out." "Me and my friends have all of his mixtapes." "I like "Run For Cover, Volume 3" the best." "I guess I stand corrected." "[ Cell phone rings ]" "Cart Blanche is hot." "Hey, baby." "Where are you?" "[ Sighing ] Oh, my God." "Not on the whore part, though." "Well, looks like we got a match made in heaven." "You both love Cart Blanche." "You got a lot in common." "New best friends!" "[ Laughs ]" "Okay. I'm starving." "Um, salad?" "No, I got a ton of stuff to do." "I'll grab a PowerBar." "Oh, fine." "Okay." "Cool." "Thank you." "No prob." "[ Sighs ]" "UG:" "Yo, Max, what's good?" "Yo, I heard from Cart that you ran into Lynn last week." "You got an address on her?" "MAX:" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Hold up." "Let me get it." "A'ight." "No doubt." "What's up?" "LYNN:" "Hey." "How're you?" "I'm good." "How are you?" "I'm all right. I'm all right." "You look so different." "Shit, girl, I've been gone for a while, you know what I mean?" "Seven years, not to mention I was locked up for a time." "It's been a minute since you've seen me, you know?" "It has. lt's been a while." "So, you want to come inside, have something to drink?" "Cool." "[ Both moaning ]" "Oh, shit." "[ Moaning continues ]" "[ Screaming ]" "MAN:" "Bitch-ass motherfucker!" "[ Screaming ]" "Shut the fuck up!" "Shut the fuck up!" "Calm the fuck down, fat boy." "Where this nigga's pants at?" "Y'all niggas don't know who y'all fuckin' with." "Shut the fuck up!" "Do what the fuck i told you." "Fat boy got some paper, huh?" "Count it out, bitch." "Lynn, you know these motherfuckers?" "You set me up!" "[ Echoing ] Shut the fuck up!" "I'm just sayin' , G. Seven years, man?" "Homey, I know niggas who did four, man." "They was thinking about fuckin' one of them he/shes." "[ Laughs ]" "Seven years, dawg?" "No, real shit, man." "Nigga got some head from a nigga or somethin' , B." "[ Cell phone rings ]" "Hold on, man." "This motherfucker here." "[ Cell phone beeps ]" "Yo, Paulie!" "Yo, you are the worst promoter in the fuckin' world, man." "I swear to God, you suck, B." "[ Laughs ]" "No, I'm just fuckin' with you, yo." "Yeah, I got the contract." "I'm about to take that shit over to Cart in a little while, man." "You get my list for tonight?" "A'ight, cool, baby." "That's what it is, man." "We gonna shut that bitch down, a'ight?" "[ Cell phone beeps ]" "Yo, who this?" "Hi." "Um, this is Rachel Anderson from Highway Records." "How are you?" "Highway Records?" "Cool. I'm good." "What's up?" "Good." "Well, let me get right to it." "I am feelin' Cart Blanche." "That's what's up." "We aim to please." "[ Chuckles ] I got this mixtape, and, oh, I can't stop playing it." "I mean, I haven't heard something I like this much in quite a while." "Oh, Rachel." "Rachel, right?" "I bet you say that to all the boys." "[ Laughs ] Not even close." "Look, Dell, I want to set up a meeting with Cart." "Do you think that'll be possible?" "Honestly, ma, we ain't really lookin' to go the major-league route these days at all, man." "We actually like to make money." "Call me crazy, but, uh, we like it in the streets, man." "Shit's been good to us." "Fair enough." "All I'm asking is a chance to meet Cart and let you know that we do it a bit differently here at Highway." "Our deals are artist-centric." "So, when do you think we could meet?" "Cart's schedule's mad booked, ma." "I don't know." "All I need is 1 0 minutes." "1 0 minutes, huh?" "All right, we'll fuckin' check it out." "You said you feelin' the mixtape, right?" "Yeah, yeah." "All right, then, well, if you're feelin' the mixtape, then the stage show will blow your mind." "You should come down." "It's at the pavilion tonight." "If you really want him, we can chop it up there." "Cool!" "You got it." "Um..." "Ohh!" "Shoot." "I can't. I..." "I have to take one of my artists to a party." "That's a'ight. lt's cool." "You can bring them, too." "If you really want to chop it up, we gonna be at the show." "A'ight, cool, Rach." "So, I'm-a put you on the list, plus three, a'ight?" "Um..." "A'ight." "One." "[ Cell phone beeps ]" "Hey, Douglas." "Thought you got lost again." "No, I had to stop and put air in my tires." "Again?" "Don't you think it's time you get a new tire?" "I will. I will." "Come on in." "[ Clears throat ]" "My wife will kill me if she finds out I ate this." "I'm sure something or someone will beat her to that." "[ Chuckles ] You're probably right." "So damn good." "Who knew mystery meat could be so tasty?" "Hate to burst your bubble, bro." "Ain't no mystery to that meat." "That's turkey." "We don't do swine in this house." "No." "Why'd you have to ruin that for me?" "[ Chuckles ]" "Just plain mean." "Oh, nice phone." "When'd you get all 2 1st century?" "Mm, my brother got it for me." "All the associates at his firm have them." "He thought it would help me remember my appointments better." "[ Chuckles ]" "But I'll tell you something, Carter, I never missed an appointment I wanted to go to." "[ Both chuckle ]" "Well, the good thing, I can get sports scores on that." "Church will never be the same again." "[ Laughs ]" "A'ight." "Everything looks good here." "What else you got for me?" "Okay." "We're getting you out of Disney, Syrex, and Tandem Health and into Somaxon, Sharpe, and Pfizer." "You're going extra hard on Sharpe, right?" "Yeah." "You said that's the one, right?" "Let's run with it." "All right, so, if that's it... ." "All right." "Not to say that your conversation isn't stimulating, but, uh, I got an appointment." "The Battery Park restaurant?" "Yes." "Do you want me in on it?" "Uh, no." "That's all right." "But I do need you to send a check over to Jackie at Land Rover." "I want to get a new Range Rover for the winter." "Done and... done." "Oh, speaking of checks, did you ever get that check from Max for the basketball tournament?" "Max?" "Yeah, the barber." "Oh, yeah." "I did." "He, uh, mailed me a check." "I..." "I gotit theotherday." "And the, uh, tournament info -- that's here, right?" "I think so." "Okay." "Oh, Douglas..." "I don't see it." "[ Latches click ]" "Mm." "Here it is." "I, uh... grabbedit by mistake." "Okay." "No problem." "[ Latches click ]" "A'ight, um..." "I guess I'll talk to you a little later." "Oh." "[ Chuckles ] You get that tire fixed." "Oh. I will. I will." "[ Engine shuts off ]" "What's shakin' , Dougie?" "[ Belches ]" "Ohh." "Well, either it's you, or that delicious turkey dog I just ate is giving me gas." "A turkey dog, huh?" "You're not getting health-conscious on me, now, are you, Douglas?" "I was tricked into eating it, thank you very much." "And a hot dog made out of turkey just ain't right." "Mm." "It was tasty, though." "Yeah, I bet." "So, what's new?" "Just go to the camera feature." "This button right here?" "Yeah." "Cart doesn't say much, though." "Good luck." "It's not always what they say, Douglas." "Ah." "Mm!" "[ Clears throat ]" "So, when are you gonna be finished with this job?" "It's only a matter of time before he's on to me." "You're not afraid of getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar, now, are you?" "[ Belches ]" "Douglas..." "You got to get some Tums or something." "Really." "It's not very appealing." "You need some air in that tire." "Asshole." "[ Laughs ]" "Damn, nigga." "What the fuck happened to you?" "What the fuck it look like?" "Well, it look like your ass was playin' some jail-rules football." "Yeah, you real funny." "Now I know why Cart fuck with you." "Every king need a jester." "Clown-ass nigga." "Damn!" "Yo, what the fuck happened to you?" "What the fuck?" "!" "Everybody got jokes?" "!" "MAN:" "Hey, yo, Ug, come here, man." "Get the fuck out my way." "[ Laughs ]" "[ Telephone rings, beeps ]" "Hey, Kenneth." "How are you, sweetie?" "Crazy day." "You gonna be ready to go by 7:00?" "Damn it!" "What?" "Kenneth, I totally forgot about the screening." "[ Sighs ]" "What do you mean you forgot?" "I have to do something for work tonight." "There's just been so much going on, and I guess I..." "I forgot." "[ Scoffs ] You forgot." "Man, you got to be kiddin' me." "I'm sorry. I know." "[ Sighs ] What is it you have to do?" "Remember that hip-hop artist I said I wanted to sign?" "No." "You know, the mixtape that I made for you." "That fuckin' rapper?" "[ Scoffs ]" "You know, you don't have to be so rude, but, yes, the rapper." "So, I'm supposed to be meeting him after his show tonight." "Do you know how hard it was for me to get these tickets?" "I know, baby, but it's really" "You know -- you know what?" "No, no, no." "Whatever." "Bye." "Kenneth, wait." "[ Sighs ]" "# ... 1 7 # # l been in a crack house in Eliz abeth City # # l been in a brand-new wide body lookin' pretty # # l been in that pen waiting' for dudes to come and get me #" "# l been in disbelief #" "# How y'all think you're fuckin' with me # # l told y'all niggas I'm the truth #" "DELL:" "Ha ha!" "New York City, man." "Talk to me." "Y'all ready for the king of New York, baby?" "The king of paper chasin' , Mr. Carter Blanche!" "Let's get it!" "[ Cheers and applause ] 1 , 2." "# 1, 2, I'm 'bout to light this motherfucker up #" "# We in the club rockin' like this #" "[ Raps indistinctly ]" "# You got them trees, mami, go on, twist #" "# Then make it bounce for a nigga #" "# Make it bounce for a nigga #" "# Got the club rockin' like this #" "[ Raps indistinctly ]" "# You got them trees, mami, go on, twist #" "# Then make it bounce for a nigga #" "# Make it bounce for a nigga #" "# Yo, yo, bring them hustlers back #" "# He's spinnin' through the tracks #" "# With them gats and perfect jacks # # l'm bigger than rap #" "# Your niggas thought we'd snapped #" "# Y'all just hold your breaths #" "# King of New York is back #" "# 'Cause we ain't never left #" "# Triplebeam the team, I told you that before #" "# Still independent 'cause these majors got it anymore # # l'm worth seven figures, eight is what I'm lookin' for #" "# Till then, still in these streets #" "# Ridin', doin' scores # # Ice will later flow as ghetto ambassador #" "# Run with killers and thieves 'cause I got that rapport #" "# One million, two million, three million, four #" "# 'Bout what I made before a CD hit the record store #" "# This is a movement, a major event #" "# Wild dollars spent # # l'm a product of my environment #" "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Whoa." "Where you goin'?" "Oh, I have a meeting with Dell." "Who are you?" "Rachel from Highway Records." "Who?" "Rachel from Highway Records." "He's expecting me." "Hi." "And I'm Sylvia." "Hold on a second." "Yo, Dell." "There's a Rachel from Freeway -- Expressway Records?" "Oh, Rachel from Highway." "Yeah, she's cool." "You can send her up, man." "You sure?" "Yeah, no doubt." "All right." "All right." "Go ahead." "Dell?" "Rachel?" "Yeah." "Hi." "So nice to meet you." "The show was off the hook." "Thank you." "I told you we aim to please." "Dell, this is Sylvia and Greg." "Dell is Cart's manager." "Sylvia, huh?" "My ex has all of your records." "Your last album was platinum in her Honda." "[ Chuckles ]" "Well, thank you." "Nice to meet you, Dell." "So, Dell, can you introduce me to Cart?" "Yeah." "Come on." "Hey, yo, Cart." "This is Rachel, the shorty from Highway I was tellin' you about?" "Dell, what the fuck you doin' , man?" "These chicks fuckin'?" "[ Laughs ]" "No, I'm just kiddin'." "Nice to meet you." "Wow, I finally get to meet the legendary Cart Blanche." "It's a pleasure." "I don't know about the legend part, ma, but, uh, the pleasure's definitely mine." "Oh, um, Cart, this is one of my artists." "This is Sylvia." "CARTER:" "How you doin'?" "You killed it out there." "Your stage show -- hot!" "[ Chuckles ] I might have to steal some of that for mine." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, money talks." "For a small fee, we can discuss." "So, I was hoping that we could grab a second, and I could talk to you about what I think we can do for you at Highway." "Highway?" "What y'all need me for?" "You got 20 Below holding' y'all down." "Are you serious?" "[ Dell and Cart laugh ]" "No, I'm not." "Oh!" "You scared me." "Oh, you're not even gonna defend your own artist?" "Not that one." "Look, everybody knows that we have the hottest roster in the industry." "We... justhaveone bad apple." "Look, you want a drink?" "You guys want a drink?" "Let's all have a drink." "I have all of your mixtapes and albums." "I absolutely love them." "Oh, yeah?" "Uh-huh." "Well, my niece has all of yours." "[ Chuckles ]" "Her mother won't let her watch that last video, though." "Too much ass shaking, huh?" "[ Both chuckle ]" "So, Rachel, were you from, ma?" "I think what really gets me about you is that your lyrics are so cinematic." "It's like I can see everything you're talkin' about in color." "Like a movie." "What's your favorite movie?" "Guess." "What do I get if I get it right?" "Get it right, and I'll tell you." "[ Chuckles ]" "Everybody signed it but Cube." "He was the only one who had a lawyer look at it." "Next thing you know, Cube went solo." "Wow." "Very impressive." "The lady does know her hip-hop." "It's my life." "[ Sighs ]" "So, Rachel, you want to come by my house tomorrow?" "[ Scoffs ]" "Mm..." "I'll have to say..." ""The Godfather."" "Wow." "Not bad." "What?" "Are you serious?" "I got it right?" "[ Chuckles ]" "You remind me of Al Pacino's character." "Michael Corleone." "I haven't seen that in so long." "Oh, really?" "I was just watching it on the way over here in the van." "Really?" "Hmm." "We should go watch it..." "Like, right now." "DELL:" "So, what are you doing tomorrow?" "You should just come by the studio or something." "[ Scoffs ] Come on." "[ Sighs ]" "Why are you so quiet?" "Rat got your tongue?" "[ Scoffs ]" "You're too funny." "I'm not feelin' this." "I don't want to do this anymore." "You don't want to do this anymore?" "Are you in love or something?" "You don't want to see your man go down?" "Nobody made you do this, Thalia." "You did." "How?" "By offering you money?" "That wasn't by force." "I offered, you accepted." "It was as simple as that." "Just like I offered you jail or freedom." "Just like coming to this hotel." "[ Chuckles ]" "You always have a choice." "Well, maybe I changed my mind." "Yeah?" "That's totally up to you." "I'll take you in right now if you want." "What I thought." "I don't know. I swear, I feel like Cart knows, and... ." "It just scares the shit out of me." "That's just your conscience." "You got to beat that back." "'Cause there ain't no room for conscience in this situation." "[ Groans ]" "Why don't you help me get rid of my conscience?" "I thought I just did." "Don't flatter yourself, white boy." "I'm talking about my bank account." "I'm gonna need, you know, more security in case this shit goes wrong." "I love the way you negotiate." "I will take care of you." "And you won't ever have to worry about your conscience getting in the way again." "[ Grunts ]" "Oh." "By the way..." "this little meeting we had here..." "doesn't change a thing." "So what do you got for me?" "[ Sighs ]" "Here." "I just wrote down any names I overheard them discussing." "I don't even know who half these people are." "Good girl." "[ Hip-hop playing in distance ]" "[ Men grunting, moaning ]" "[ Grunting, moaning continue ]" "Ooh." "Ooh." "[ Both breathing heavily ]" "What the f--?" "Yo, and I don't want to hear shit about this, you fuckin' faggot!" "[ Door closes ]" "[ Hip-hop music playing ]" "Ow!" "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "What's with you?" "Nothing." "I just went out for some air." "You?" "Same." "[ Sighs ]" "Hey. I'm about to get out of here, a'ight?" "But it was nice meeting you." "Likewise." "Um, do you think that maybe we could set up a meeting, and we could " "Kenneth, what the hell are you doing here?" "What does it look like?" "I came to get you." "Now, let's get the fuck out of here before they raid this place." "You came to get me?" "Why?" "Because this is no place for my lady." "That's why." "You didn't need to come here." "I'm working." "Yeah, I can tell." "Let's go." "I'm not ready to go." "And you're being rude again." "Hmm." "So, where's your rapper?" "I'm so sorry." "This is your rapper?" "Let me save you two some time and money." "I've been in this business for a long time, and I'll tell you -- the fake-gangsta thing doesn't sell anymore." "I've heard your stuff, and you're not gonna get a deal." "I don't believe a word of it." "And you... ." "I can't believe you, out of all people, getting caught up in this bullshit." "Look, it's all an act, and you should know this." "Rappers are all actors." "He should be getting head shots done instead of doing demos." "[ Scoffs ] Let's go." "[ Grunting ]" "[ Crowd shouting indistinctly ]" "Let me ask you a question, Coda." "Am I acting now?" "[ Breathing heavily ]" "Hey, yo, Cart, let's give this dude a pass, B." "Now, come on, we can't do this shit here." "Let me get that." "[ Breathing heavily ]" "Come on, man. I got you." "Get my number from Dell." "[ Horn honks ]" "[ Women speaking indistinctly ]" "CARTER:" "Yeah, so, okay." "No, that'll work." "Okay, good lookin'." "Thanks." "So, yo, Dell, listen." "I'm gonna need you to, um, do me a favor and pick up Sydney Wednesday, 'cause I'm gonna do the walk-through of the gym that day." "All right." "All right, cool, cool." "Which girl you want, man?" "Yeah, yeah." "Pick one." "Let me get this one right here." "Nah." "That's all good." "Shit, let me get this one right here then." "Nah, nah, it ain't gonna happen." "So, you're sayin' l'm dead then, right?" "Exactly." "[ Both laugh ]" "Mr. Blanche, what's good?" "Hey, what's goin' on, Manny, man?" "Same shit, different day." "Okay, okay, that's what it is?" "Yeah." "Oh, man, things lookin' good here, bro." "Okay, te pase el material." "Sure." "There you go, babe." "Mmm." "We groovy, baby." "Carter, after all these years, you still got to check my shit?" "Yeah, motherfucker, the same way you still gonna count my money." "True." "[ Laughter ]" "Mmm." "Mi favorita." "[ Chuckles ]" "I'll save you, Manny." "[ Laughter ]" "[ Cell phone ringing ]" "Ug, what's good?" "A'ight, man, let me finish up over here, man." "We'll be there in a minute." "A'ight." "Shorty, I need you to hang back, finish all this up for us, man." "Me and Dell gonna see what's goin' on with Ug." "Manny, it's been a pleasure, bro." "Next time." "A'ight." "Yo, Ug, what are we doin' here, man?" "Yo, Cart, before I show you what I got, I just want you to know I'm not buggin' the fuck out, I'm not wildin' -- no shit like that." "I'm focused." "I know what the game plan is and what I'm supposed to be doin'." "I need to put a period on the end of this sentence, and I just want to get your okay so I can do what I got to do and be done with it." "It looks like you're doing it anyway." "Nah, not yet." "[ Sighs ]" "Let's see what you got, man." "You happy now, man?" "You finally got these niggas back, yo." "Yo, Ug, man, that's my word, yo." "Handle your business, man." "But this shit better not come back, you got it?" "Hey, yo, Cart, man, my nigga Ug here " "Hey, yo, man." "Do I even know you?" "Who the fuck are you, man?" "Stay out of our conversation." "Yo, Ug, that's my word, man." "This shit go bad, you're on your own." "Let's get out of here." "Damn, baby." "Well, maybe in hell, we'll see each other again." "[ Chuckles ]" "Maybe." "[ Hip-hop music playing ]" "UG:" "The car, son, had mad fuckin' colors in it, B." "I'm like, "What the fuck is this shit?"" "Yo, shit was crazy, son." "Fuck it, I think one of the colors was like rust and some shit, yeah." "I'm talkin' , like, yo, rust, gray -- all kinds of shit." "Yeah, I mean, but the worst part was, yo, motherfucker had the nerve to get emotional 'cause I wanted to drive the shit!" "Like me drivin' it was gonna fuck it up or some shit." "You know what I mean?" "[ Chuckles ]" "Emotional motherfucker." "Yo, but anyway, yeah, man, it is what it is." "You know how I do." "So, what's good with you tonight?" "Yeah, you can definitely go see them chicks." "That's what's up." "A'ight, so, I'm gonna hit you when I'm done here." "Cut the mic." "# To keep them boys at a loss #" "# Yeah, tone #" "# Admired from afar... #" "Emotional motherfucker." "Yo, but anyway..." "[ Hip-hop music continues ]" "Hey, yo, Cart, man, can I talk to you for a second?" "Yeah, what's good?" "I mean, yo, don't take this the wrong way or nothin' , man, but your boy Ug, yo " "Dell, come on, man, again?" "How many times did I go through this already?" "Nigga keeps testing' me, Cart." "He's just tryin' to make sure you're that dude." "See, look, that's the thing right there, man." "For the past four, maybe five years now, man, you been tellin' me about this dude -- how sharp he is, how he stay on top of his business, man." "That is not the same dude you described to me, man." "I mean, shit, take shorty for example, yo." "You told him not to go, and dude went anyway." "We see how that turned out." "Nigga's sloppy, Cart." "Dell, he just did seven years in the joint, man." "How would you feel if you spent seven years tryin' not to get fucked in the ass?" "[ Chuckles ] Come on, man." "That'll even make Al Roker turn into a grimy nigga." "[ Cell phone ringing ]" "Ease back off him, man." "Cut him a little slack." "He'll get back to his old self, a'ight?" "A'ight." "A'ight." "[ Beeps ]" "J.B., fuck is up, man?" "Where's my money?" "I'm not tryin' to hear that, man." "Listen, that little chump change don't mean nothin' to me, but it's gonna mean a whole lot more to you if I ain't got my money by tomorrow night." "Exactly, you might as well keep it, 'cause the result's gonna be the same." "[ Beeps ]" "Give me a minute, dawg." "Nah, son, I'm not fuckin' with her, son." "You see how much hair she had on her fuckin' chest?" "Nah, B, l-l'm not." "I'm just not." "Dawg..." "Yo, this bitch-ass nigga J.B. just hit me, man." "Told him if he don't have my dough tomorrow night, he might as well keep it, if you know what I mean." "Need you to slide through the spot, see if he shows up, a'ight?" "For sure." "A'ight, cool." "Yeah." "Nah, son, I'm tellin' you, son, yo, she had enough hair on her chest to make a mink wifebeater, nigga." "Fuck is you talkin' about?" "[ Sighing ]" "[ Car alarm beeping ] I know you ain't gonna give that back to Cart." "What you mean?" "I mean, that money should be yours, dawg." "You out here putting' in all this footwork while Cart just gets to kick back?" "Even worse is Dell's faggot ass." "This should have been his errand." "Yo, they playin' you, Ug." "Wait, hold the fuck up." "Ain't nobody playin' me, dude." "You just got to know your position when you're in the army, you know what I'm sayin'?" "I know I'm a soldier, and I know my position, and that's it." "Why is you lettin' this rapper son you?" "He ain't the nigga he must have been before you got sent up." "Now he's just the king of the 'burbs -- nothing more." "You deserve better than this, playboy." "Listen, I know you got love for Cart, but I don't." "So, whenever you're ready to start promoting yourself, Ug, I'm with you." "[ Sighs ]" "[ Grunts ]" "[ Sighs ]" "[ Sighs ]" "J.B.?" "Yeah." "You must be Uglyman." "Yeah." "Hey, look, man, I want you to tell Cart that, like, under normal circumstances, I would never -- l mean, never be late with his money." "I just had some family issues, you know?" "Yeah." "[ Sighs ] A'ight." "Look, here's the money, man." "It's all there." "You can count it if you want to, but it's all there." "We good?" "Yeah, I'll let him know what you said, man." "Thanks, man." "I appreciate that." "[ Grunts ]" "I gave you the money, man!" "Stupid motherfucker." "Should have kept the money." "[ Gunshot ]" "[ Dog barking in distance ]" "[ Chuckles ]" "Know what?" "Let's go talk about that..." "at Sin City." "Yeah, a'ight." "# Please don't sell me your long lines #" "CARTER:" "Yo, Ug." "What should I know, man?" "Price is 25 now, so that's 1 00 large he got from me." "A'ight, no doubt." "How we look on that street team, anyway?" "Oh, we good." "Niggas is ready to go." "You know what I mean?" "Most of the niggas was niggas I was locked up with." "Just came home, you know what I'm sayin'?" "Tryin' to eat." "I'm telling you, though, you give these niggas a slice of pizza, and they'll pepper the town with your fliers, for sure." "A'ight, a'ight." "Dell, how we lookin' with that guest list?" "Oh, good, man." "All the teams registered already." "Mostly everybody RS VP'd." "We're lookin' real good." "A'ight, well, sound like you guys is on your B.l., man." "It's definitely a good look." "[ Chuckles ]" "You, what you think about that Rachel broad?" "[ Chuckles ] What you mean?" "Besides her being hotter than a motherfucker?" "[ Chuckles ] Yeah, besides that." "She's smart as hell, man." "That and you can tell she's not just some chick the label sent down, thinkin' we'd get all ga-ga just 'cause the bitch looks good, know what I mean?" "She's really feelin' your shit, man, and she knows her hip-hop." "That's for damn sure." "[ Hip-hop music playing ]" "We do got one problem, though." "It looks like the dude Kenneth Coda got us on a blacklist, man." "[ Sighs ] Really?" "Yeah, I mean, I've been havin' problems booking' shows, man, and I couldn't figure out why." "Then I hollered at Paulie." "He told me that the dude Kenneth Coda was in his ear, too." "What should we do about it?" "Knew we should have shot that motherfucker." "Yo, you take care of that J.B. situation for me?" "Yeah." "Where's my money?" "He kept it, like you said." "# Baby, baby, wanna be your lady #" "# Don't say no, boy, or even maybe #" "# Wanna show you how true love could be #" "What's all this?" "# Yes, just you and me #" "# Baby, baby, wanna be your lady #" "# Don't say no, boy, or even maybe #" "# Wanna show you how true love could be #" "Babe?" "Hmm?" "I got to tell you something." "[ Cell phone ringing ]" "Hello?" "Nah, nah." "Give me like 30 minutes, and I'll be there." "All right." "Babe, can it wait?" "I got to bounce." "# Shorty, let me see you do somethin', yeah #" "# Shorty, let me see you do somethin', yeah #" "# Shorty, let me see you do somethin' #" "[ Music stops ] I'm sayin' , if you like that, wait till you hear volume 7." "[ Scoffs ] You ain't ready." "I'm ready!" "Can I get a sneak peek?" "I don't know." "They might have sent you over here to steal my shit." "Who's "they"?" "Highway Records." "Cart, I want you to know that we -- l'm not like that." "It's not that kind of label." "I'm here because I believe you should be out there bigger than you are now." "I appreciate your concern, boo, but really, do I look like I'm starvin' to you?" "No, you look quite healthy." "Look, all I'm saying is that there's so much garbage out there, I can't even stand to turn on my radio." "Then I hear your stuff, and I'm like, "Finally." "Finally, someone knows how it should sound."" "That's what I want to put out, music that I would buy." "I mean, I hear you, boo, but, um, really, you don't think every major label has somebody just like you tryin' to do just that?" "It's not you I don't trust, Rachel." "It's your label. lt's your boss." "I mean, next thing you know, somebody's tellin' me what my next single should be." "[ Chuckling ] I ain't fuckin' with that." "I'm my own boss." "I make my own decisions." "I understand that, Cart." "I know we can give you a deal that you would love." "I'll do anything to make it happen." "[ Chuckles ] Anything, huh?" "Let me ask you -- what wouldn't you do to sign me?" "Not the label." "You personally." "What would it take for you to say, "No, it's just not worth it"?" "I mean, what if I say you had to sex my entire street team at the same time, then I'll sign?" "Would you do it?" "No, I wouldn't." "[ Chuckles ] Why not?" "Because that's disgusting." "[ Chuckles ]" "Why, 'cause it'll make you a whore and me a pimp?" "Right." "Then why you ask me to do somethin' that you wouldn't?" "[ inhales deeply, sighs ] I'm sayin' , what are you doing in this industry, anyway?" "I love music." "It's always been a part of my life." "My mom is a concert pianist, and my dad's a film composer." "Interesting." "Where'd you grow up?" "Promise not to laugh when I tell you?" "I promise." "[ Laughing ]" "You promised!" "Now I'm not gonna tell you." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "I just wanted to get it out." "Okay, I'm good." "Where you from?" "I'm from Coon Rapids, Minnesota." "Where?" "Rapids?" "Coon?" "I'm sayin' , are your parents even black?" "My dad is." "How you gonna be black comin' from a place called Coon Rapids?" "I know, right?" "Oh, boo!" "Boo!" "Oh!" "Stop!" "lt's gonna be all right." "What?" "Can I ask you something?" "Were you really gonna shoot Kenneth?" "I'm sayin' , Kenneth said all rappers are actors, right?" "I never claimed to be a rapper." "MAN: ..." "Professional for less than two years." "And the aim for both these men, of course, the world title currently held by James J. Braddock, and for Schmeling, who lost his title in 1 932 to Jack Sharkey, a chance to regain..." "So, yeah, I still didn't get her to that American Girl store, though." "[ Chuckles ]" "So, how's Thalia doin'?" "Thalia's Thalia." "That's the best way I can put it." "[ Both chuckle ]" "Do you guys want anything to eat, anything to drink?" "No, I'm good, thanks." "We're okay, baby." "lt was good seeing you." "Bye." "Nice seeing you, too, Julie." "Muah!" "See you later." "Bye-bye." "[ Television continues playing ]" "Heard the nigga Ug got into some shit, huh?" "Yeah, man." "This dude went out to Brooklyn chasing' behind that Lynn broad, even though I told him not to, you know what I'm sayin'?" "They beat him up, robbed him." "Shit, he lucky they didn't even merk his ass." "About 6'1" against Louis..." "Then you got him and Dell goin' back and forth, man." "They just can't seem to get it together." "I'm just like, "Come on, man, with this nonsense."" "But, yo, that shorty at Highway Records, man, she's tryin' to highlight the kid, tryin' to sign me and everything." "I told her, though, that, um, you know, I pretty much want to stay independent." "That ain't stopping' her, though." "You know how they are." "Sage, I'm sayin' , can I get two minutes, man?" "I'm tryin' to discuss somethin' with you, man." "You keep watchin' these boring-ass fights you've seen like a hundred times already." "[ Chuckles ] lt's only boring if you don't know what you're lookin' at." "But if you take some time out and look real close, you could see there's a lot going on." "Case in point -- Billy Conn versus Joe Louis." "Billy Conn -- a 1 6 7-pound runt, a nobody, goin' at it with Joe Louis for 1 2 rounds, makin' him look like a bum." "Or so everybody thought." "You got to get close to your opponent." "You got to move real subtle so he can't touch you but you can touch him." "You want to see how he reacts so you can anticipate his moves, so, when he makes a mistake, you make him pay for it." "You see, Louis made Conn think he was in control." "But when the time was right," "Louis knocked Conn out in four motherfuckin' seconds." "[ Chuckles ]" "Yeah, a'ight, man." "Well, thanks for the advice, Grandpa." "[ Both laugh ]" "Hey, man, I'm just tryin' to drop some jewels on you, man." "Nah, I got you, I got you." "Well, uh, let me drop some jewels on you." "This week's take." "And I got to get out of here, man." "Take it easy, a'ight?" "A'ight." "So, he's not finishing his album, and he's going to Jamaica." "He's going to Jamaica?" "[ Telephone rings ]" "Charles, why don't you drop 20 Below's--?" "Kathy?" "We're still in a meeting here." "KATHY:" "There's a Mr. Cart Blanche here to see Rachel." "Really?" "[ Chuckles ]" "Okay, go ahead and send him back, please." "I didn't plan this. l" "[ Chuckles ] This could be..." "lt could be." "lt could be." "Okay." "Um... we'lldealwith" "Yes." "Yes." "Later, okay." "Okay, cool." "Thank you." "Hey, Cart." "Hey." "What do I owe the pleasure?" "I'm sorry to just drop by like this, but I just had something I want to discuss with you." "No problem. lt's all good." "Cart, this is my boss, Charles Levine." "Hey, good to meet you, bro." "The honor's mine." "Rachel has been singing your praises as well as your songs for quite some time now." "I was wondering when I'd get a chance to meet you." "Have a seat, please." "So, I've been doing some thinking, and I've decided that, um, I'd be interested in working with you guys." "[ Chuckles ]" "That's fantastic!" "I'm glad you feel that way, Charles." "I'm thinkin' that, um, maybe I want to put a couple of my new artists out before I drop my next joint." "Your artists?" "I don't understand." "Yeah, you know, this way, you know, everything's not squarely focused on just me." "Rachel, I don't think I understand what we're talking about here." "Let me clarify, Charles." "I'm talking about a label deal." "A label deal?" "Who said anything about a label deal?" "I did just now." "[ Charles and Rachel chuckle nervously ]" "Why would we give you a label deal?" "Cart, before we'd begin to think about something like that, we'd have to develop you as an artist." "We have a whole artist-development department here that would get you up to our standards way before we drop a single." "I think we have some critical decisions to make here." "You've got it." "I can see that." "Rachel obviously sees that." "We have to make a very finicky marketplace see that." "That's done with strategy." "Strategy, huh?" "Absolutely." "Got my own strategy, Charles." "Cart, I'm sure you do, but I'm not sure the same strategy that you apply to bootleg mixtapes will fly on a larger, grander scale, which is what we'll provide you." "We can take some of what you've done and..." "adjust it to fit our business plan." "It's still a collaboration." "That doesn't sound like a collaboration to me." "Sounds more like you tryin' to be the boss." "[ Scoffs ] That ain't gonna fly." "I'm my own boss." "There's no need to be standoffish." "Charles, for me to be standoffish, I would have to feel threatened." "Sounds like what you're offering is something you offer some rapper you found in the unsigned hype section of The Source or somethin'." "My mixtapes -- all 6 of them, 50,000 units plus." "You know what I mean?" "I currently got a single out, gettin' about 1 25 BDS spins a week, on average." "What I'm offering you is a business arrangement between both companies." "Wow." "[ Rachel chuckles ]" "Um... ." "It's not that difficult, Charles." "Either you want to do a label deal or you don't." "How about we at least get you a performance on the B.E.T. Awards Show, huh, Cart?" "I mean, come on." "Charles, it was a pleasure." "Take it easy." "AGENT:" "Hmm." "That is definitely not Mrs. Beck, now, is it?" "Um, no." "So this is your, uh, little getaway spot?" "Yeah, something like that." "Look, I need to know how long this is gonna take." "I've given you more than enough to make a federal case against him." "Why haven't you picked him up yet?" "I can't do this for much longer." "Wait a minute." "I thought you were hiding out from your wife." "You're hiding out from Cart." "Of course I am." "He knows where l live." "Well, he doesn't know that you've been talking to me, so what do you have to be afraid of?" "What did you do, Douglas?" "You finally did it, didn't you?" "You got tired of takin' a few cookies here and there." "You took the whole damn jar, didn't you, Douglas?" "What I took wasn't really his, anyway." "It was for some stupid basketball tournament." "Anyway, l-l deserve something for all of this, you know that?" "It's okay. lt's almost over, okay?" "And you have been very, very helpful, Douglas." "Just don't spend all the money in one place." "'Cause I, uh, I see how you like to splurge here." "[ Door opens ]" "[ Door closes ]" "[ Mid-tempo jazz playing ]" "Ooh." "waitress:" "Can I get you guys anything else?" "No." "No. I'm good, thank you." "[ Chuckles softly ]" "So I didn't think you were gonna talk to me again." "Why?" "It's not that serious." "I just wanted you to see that your boss ain't what you thought he was." "I can't believe he did that." "I was ready to stab him with my letter opener." "[ Chuckles ]" "So... ." "You still with old boy?" "Kenneth?" "Yeah." "If that's what you want to call it." "I just don't see the connection between the two of y'all." "When I was in college, I read every hip-hop mag I could find." "Kenneth Coda was in every single one of them." "I followed his career." "I thought he was the smartest guy in the industry." "I was interning at Def Jam, and I finally got to meet him." "I guess when you spend that much time idolizing someone from afar, you never really know what they're like..." "... upclose." "So what about you, mister?" "You know more about me than I do you." "What do you want to know?" "What did you do before you got into music?" "Whatever I had to." "To survive?" "[ Both laugh ] I could've just got a 9-to-5 if I just wanted to survive." "To live -- the cribs, the cars, the jewelry, the women " "[ Laughs ] I had to put in overtime." "I had to grind." "And to hustle." "What did you do?" "You're not gonna leave this alone, are you?" "No." "[ Chuckles ]" "You know, someone once told me that, um, business is between those who do it." "Excuse me." "[ Laughs ] No, I don't mean it like that." "I'm just saying." "At least you could take solace in knowing that, um, if you and me do business, it'll stay between us." "Whether professional..." "... orotherwise." "Want to take a ride with me?" "I'll ride wit' you, son." "You just killed the moment." "[ Laughs ] Coon Rapids, baby!" "Represent!" "Represent!" "Check, please." "[ Laughs ]" "Everything changed when Sage got shot." "[ Vehicles passing ]" "My way of thinking, how I do things." "Everything." "He doesn't deserve that wheelchair." "[ Siren walls in distance ]" "After your meeting with -- with Charles, I made some phone calls, and " "Hey, Dell." "Cart's not here." "Yeah, I know." "He told me to meet him here." "Said he wanted to go over some changes to the basketball team." "All right." "Well, come in." "All right." "Whoo." "[ Exhales deeply ]" "So, what's up, T?" "Mm, same old." "Working." "Hating my job." "Yeah. I hear that." "So, um... ." "I got to go get dressed before Cart gets home." "So you need anything?" "You cool?" "As a fan." "All right." "Yo, Dell, what the fuck you doing in here, man?" "Get the fuck out." "Damn." "My bad, T. I just had to take a leak." "Get out!" "Get the fuck out!" "Boy, whatever you're thinking, you better stop all that right now before I tell Cart." "Man, get out of here!" "What the fuck?" "Tell Cart what?" "I mean, seriously, though." "What you gonna tell him?" "Huh?" "That you're fucking violating me!" "Get out of here!" "You know, that's ironic." "You think I'm violating, but shit, Cart seems to think that's you." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Let me paint this picture for you." "Dell, wait." "Wait a minute." "Please." "l-l didn't tell him nothing." "You don't have to do this!" "Please, Dell!" "No!" "Shh. lt's okay, T." "I didn't say anything." "Nothing happened." "l understand. I really do." "Please!" "Dell!" "[ Gunshot ]" "[ Screams ]" "[ Breathing heavily ]" "God." "[ Sighs ]" "[ Exhales deeply ]" "[ Yawns ]" "Good morning." "Hey." "Good morning to you, too." "How'd you sleep?" "Well, I didn't get much sleep last night, but..." "[ Chuckles ]" "Oh, yeah?" "Mm-hmm." "is that a good thing or bad thing?" "I don't know." "Why don't you come remind me?" "Only if we had more time, boo." "Come on." "Let's go." "[ Yawns ]" "Oh, yeah. I remember what I was gonna tell you last night before you pleasantly interrupted me." "After our meeting with Charles, I made a few phone calls." "And... ." "I set up, for us " "Hold on." "Hold on." "Hold on." "Hold on." ""Us"?" "What are you talking about, "us"?" "I told you before I do this on my own." "Weren't you paying attention in the meeting?" "Oh. I, um... ." "I just thought that-- lt sounds like what you thought was you was gonna come over here, give me some ass, then I'll sign with Highway Records." "Like I'm some sucker-for-love nigga or something." "Come on, man." "Don't even assault me with this." "Cart, that's not what I was saying." "Sounds like exactly what you were saying." "I'm not even gonna entertain this with you right now." "Get dressed." "Let's go." "Yo, what the fuck is so top secret that you got me out here in this fuckin' cold?" "Where the fuck is Cart?" "No, man." "Cart ain't coming to this meeting, homey." "This shit here is between me and you, man." "We gonna discuss your future." "The fuck you mean?" "I mean I want you the fuck out of Dodge, nigga!" "Away from Cart, me, and everything the fuck else that I'm a part of, man." "You've been nothing but a pain in my motherfuckin' ass, man, since you first walked through them gates, B." "And I can't take that shit no more, nigga." "I won't, yo." "You got to disappear, man." "And if you can't figure how to do that shit on your own, I'm gonna help you." "Man, fuck you!" "I ain't going nowhere, nigga!" "You're in my motherfuckin' spot, bitch." "And the only reason I ain't changed that shit yet is 'cause of Cart." "Now you come trying to threaten me?" "Fuck out of here, clown-ass nigga." "See, I figured your thick-headed ass wouldn't go quietly, man." "So let me give you that motivation." "[ Guns cocking ]" "Whoo!" "You see that shit there, big Ug?" "Look around you, nigga." "Go ahead, man." "Fuckin' look around you, yo!" "This shit is my show, man." "Fucked-up part for you is I decided to write you off." "I'm a fair man, though." "So I'm gonna take the high road on this shit and let you make the choice." "Make the right one, and Cart will never have to know that you's a fuckin' faggot." "Feel me?" "Yo, Cart gonna know something's off if I just disappear like that." "Nah, you ain't got to worry about Cart, man." "I'll take care of that shit, B." "Besides, I'm sure we can come up with something to satisfy his curiosity." "Well, shit, nigga." "You on parole, right?" "Blame that shit on your P.O., baby." "[ Stifly ] "Thomas, I feel as if your rehabilitation would best be served outside of the New York area." "You have entirely too many criminal temptations, and you cannot fully flourish."" "[ Normal voice ] You want to know what, man?" "I like that shit, B. Yeah." "I think we gonna fuck with that, man." "Freestyling shit off the top of my head for your dumb ass." "This is some real bitch shit." "It ain't over, Dell." "Not by a long shot, homey." "But you see, I'm afraid that it is, young man." "I'm afraid that it is." "Now, that shit was fun." "Hey, sexy." "How are you?" "Hi." "Fine." "How are you?" "Not bad." "Not bad." "Can I help you?" "Uh, yes." "I was wondering if you can page Charles Levine and let him know that Kenneth Coda is here." "Sure." "You are very pretty." "Oh." "Thanks." "Anytime." "How long have you been here?" "Um, about a year." "Yeah?" "Are you happy here?" "Yeah. I am very happy." "Yeah?" "They pay you well?" "Very good?" "Yes, they do." "You sure?" "I'm satisfied." "Yeah." "If not, you can come work for me." "I have no problem with that." "Hey, Charles." "Kenneth?" "Yeah." "How are you?" "Uh, I'm good." "Um, I need to talk to you for a moment." "Absolutely." "[ Hip-hop music playing in background ] I hear you have some interest in this rapper, Cart Blanche." "Yeah. I did." "Mainly because of Rachel, but I wanted to sign him." "The guy doesn't think very rational, so there's nothing we could do with him." "Why?" "You going after him?" "Uh, no." "Not at all." "Look, I came here to give you some info." "I thought about whether I should tell you this or not, but I just can't keep it to myself." "I have to do what's right." "Charles, I need you to promise me that you will not let anyone know that I gave you this information." "Absolutely, Kenneth. I swear." "What do you have?" "[ Exhales deeply ]" "One of your employees got Cart Blanche a label deal with one of your competitors." "A really big deal." "It wasn't a mail-room guy, either." "It was someone who is in a decision-making capacity." "Rachel?" "Yeah." "Are you serious?" "I'm afraid so." "Kenneth, you know what I'm gonna have to do if this is true." "Why would you tell me this?" "Are you and Rachel no longer --?" "As I said, I have to do what's right." "I only hope that you would do the same for me." "Absolutely." "Can you tell Rachel I need to see her immediately?" "Sure." "Thanks." "[ Up-tempo hip-hop music playing ]" "# Ow!" "# # l've been just wastin' my time wit' ya #" "# But now it's come to an end # # l'm done # # l must have been out my mind #" "# Blind, baby #" "[ Music continues ]" "Hey, there." "Hey, what's up?" "Just trying to get it right before we head out to D.C." "Oh, yeah?" "Going on tour?" "Yes, sir." "For the next six months." "Then I'm off to St. Barts for a little recovery." "You should meet me out there." "Mm." "Tempting." "is that why you called me down here -- to invite me on vacation?" "No. I just thought of that." "I wanted to talk to you about working together." "Really?" "Yep." "I would love to have you on my new album." "Mm, I don't know, boo." "I'm not trying to help your label sell any records." "Screw them." "I want to work with you." "How about we do something together for your album?" "Actually, that would be better, right?" "Oh, yeah." "That'd be such a slap in the face for what Charles did to you and Rachel." "Me and Rachel?" "What are you talking about?" "Stop it." "[ Chuckles ] I know all about Rachel getting you the deal with Sony and Charles firing her." "Oh, my God." "Please tell me you knew about that." "You haven't spoken to Rachel?" "Nah. I've been mad busy." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "l just assumed" "Oh, no, no, no." "No, it's not your fault." "It's all good." "Don't worry about it." "But, um, I am gonna get out of here, okay?" "Um, I just wanted to come by and check you out." "As far as that collaboration -- yeah, that'd be a good look." "So I'll let you know, all right?" "Okay, Cart." "Okay." "When you get the chance... ." "[ Sighs ]" "Big mouth." "So I'm gonna take you to daddy's house." "He's gonna meet us there, okay?" "Okay." "All right." "Oh, girl, you're getting so big!" "Next time I see you, I know you're gonna be twice this size." "Let me document this." "What's your mom feeding you, steroids or something?" "[ Laughs ]" "Can I see?" "Yeah." "You just got to point that thing at me." "There you go." "[ Engine revs ]" "[ Tires screech ]" "[ Sydney screams ]" "[ Grunting ]" "[ Gurgling ]" "I'm moving, Cart." "I swear to God!" "I can't take this!" "I miss you." "l" "[ Doorbell rings ]" "I'll get that." "It's probably mom." "Can you go check on Sydney?" "Hey." "Hey." "What's going on?" "How you feeling?" "I'm all right." "You need to check on Cart." "He's hurting." "Where he at?" "He's in with Sydney." "All right." "How is she doing?" "She's pretty shaken up." "But she's tough." "She's gonna be okay." "All right, then." "I'll let him know you're here." "All right." "Erase this shit out of here." "What kind of shit he got in this phone?" "Where is it?" "Where is it?" "There it is." "Delete." "Delete." "[ Whispering indistinctly ]" "Yo, Cart." "What the fuck going on, man?" "What hospital he in?" "[ Exhales deeply ]" "He's dead." "Get the fuck out of here." "Yo, I'm-a hit the Ave to see who knows what." "I'm on it!" "You know what I'm sayin'?" "This shit can't go down like this." "Somebody got to pay." "You feel me?" "Cart?" "All right." "Well, I'm on it." "Get at me." "[ Crowd cheering, shoes squeaking ]" "[ Whistle blowing, crowd cheering ]" "Man, can we get this over with now?" "They're all in there -- Cart, everybody from my list." "Can you just please go in there, man?" "That's great." "Man, shit." "Can you just pay me now and just go in there and do whatever the fuck you got to do?" "So, am I out?" "Like, is that it?" "That's it." "[ Crowd cheering ]" "SAGE:" "You got to get close to your opponent." "You got to move real subtle, so he can't touch you, but you can touch him." "You want to see how he reacts so you can anticipate his moves..." "[ Crowd cheering in distance ]" "[ Cheering fades ]" "[ Birds chirping ]" "So, when he makes a mistake you make him pay for it." "[ Crowd cheering ]" "[ Gunshot ]" "Look, Helen, I know. I'm s" "But everything is good now." "[ Vehicles passing ] I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth." "Look, I'll have agent Richardson come by the house and explain everything, okay?" "Okay." "[ Gunshot ] [ indistinct conversation ]" "Yo, what up, player?" "What you about to get into, man?" "[ Chuckles ]" "All right." "All right. I see." "Just remember, we got a long day tomorrow, all right?" "You know what I mean?" "Get some rest." "No question, baby." "I'll be there, ready to rock." "Don't worry about it." "All right, man." "All right, man." "Stay up, all right?" "[ Chuckles ]" "All right." "Damn, shorty." "You should be doing this shit for a living." "I used to..." "until I got fired for giving happy endings." "[ Both chuckle ]" "[ Knock on door ]" "What the fuck?" "It's the food, remember?" "Steamed chicken and broccoli?" "[ Clock ticking ]" "Shit." "Took the motherfuckers long enough. I know that." "Yo." "There's some money up there." "Let me pay for the food." "Don't worry. I got it." "Giving a nigga massages, paying for his food." "What you trying to do, get a nigga sprung?" "Something like that." "Something like that, huh?" "We'll talk about that happy ending when you get back." "And don't give that motherfucker no tip, either." "Yeah, I'm gonna have a real happy ending with that ass." "[ Knocks ]" "Yo, Uglyman." "Get up." "What the fuck?" "Cart, what you doing here?" "Scared the shit out of me." "It's time to pay the piper, Ug." "We all got to face Judgment Day at some point." "Today's your day, bro." "What you talking about?" "What I'm talking about?" "What I'm talking about is the fact that you just wanted to be the man so bad." "You just had to outshine everybody." "Even to the point you tried to kill Sage." "Wait." "Whoa." "Hold on." "Hold on." "I ain't had shit to do with that, Cart." "Yo." "Nah, son." "You wildin' right now." "I ain't had shit to do with that!" "You wildin'!" "[ Gunshot ]" "Remember that night when I called you when Sage got shot, and you told me you was with Lynn all night?" "Yo, I was!" "You can ask her!" "Well, you can't ask her now." "But, yo, I told you then you could've asked her!" "Dawg, I was with Lynn." "All night." "Yeah, it was fucked up, but it is what it is." "Besides, that shit don't compare to what you did to our boy." "Yo... ." "Yo, we need to talk this shit out, 'cause right now, yo, you wildin' , B." "Yo, this is crazy." "Nah, what's crazy is how many times I tried to kill your ass." "I tried to get you when it first happened, but you got sent up north." "So for seven years, this shit has been eating me." "Seven years of plotting and scheming, waiting for you to come home." "And you finally did." "I sent them niggas through Lynn's crib to body you." "They fucked up." "Shit happens." "MAN:" "Take him outside." "Take this fat nigga outside." "I'm not picking this big nigga the fuck up." "Y'all gonna take him outside." "Fuck you." "Fuck you." "I will kill this nigga right here." "Y'all not doing it in my house." "Bitch, put some clothes on." "Let's get the fuck outside." "[ Siren wailing ]" "[ Clock ticking ]" "Even J.B." "He was so desperate to get out of debt, he wanted to take a crack." "Should've known his punk ass wouldn't come through, though." "I can do it." "Just relax, J.B." "Just relax, man." "Just relax." "You can do this." "[ Exhales deeply ] I ain't never done no shit like this before." "Nah, man." "Fuck this, man. I can't." "Got to the point I started thinking it was some type of sign, some type of divine intervention." "Something telling me that maybe the seven years was enough punishment and maybe, just maybe, I should give you a pass." "But no sooner did I try to wrap my brain around that, you pull this." "See how history repeats itself, bro?" "Oh, shit." "Not only did you kill the closest nigga to me..." "Cart." "... youalmostkilledmydaughter." "My fuckin' daughter!" "Yo, what the fuck?" "!" "Yo, Cart, man!" "Yo, it ain't got to be like this, son!" "Yo, we can talk about this shit, B." "Come on." "This is me!" "Sage told you from day one there was enough for everybody." "Yo, son... ." "You never fuckin' wanted to listen." "Cart, let's talk this shit out, B." "[ Exhales deeply ]" "Come on, Cart." "Yo, son." "It ain't got to be like this." "Hey, yo, we can talk this shit out, Cart." "You let your reach exceed your grasp, bro." "Now it's your ass." "UG:" "Yo, Cart!" "Come on, son!" "We ain't got to do like this!" "Yo, grunt!" "Come on, man!" "What you doing?" "Oh, shit!" "Oh!" "[ Grunting ]" "[ Doorbell rings ]" "[ Doorbell rings ]" "[ Birds chirping ]" "[ Doorbell rings ]" "Cart Blanche?" "You're under arrest." "fbi." "You have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law." "You have the right to choose an attorney... ." "[ Laughs ]" "You know, I didn't believe that the first time you said it to me years ago." "Good job." "Listen." "Take the next few weeks off." "When you get back, I got somebody I need you to look into." "Who's that?" "Uh, Charles Levine." "But I'll tell you about it later." "Listen. I got a question for you." "If Douglas Beck took all the money for the tournament, then how did you get the money?" "I took care of it myself." "Couldn't let them kids down." "Some things are more important than money." "[ Mid-tempo hip-hop music playing ]" "Yo. it's on again." "[ Exhales deeply ]" "Turn it off." "You're gonna get sick of yourself." "Please." "Never that." "[ Music continues ]" "[ Mid-tempo hip-hop music plays ]" "# Let's get this, baby #" "# Unh, unh #" "# Okay, I made a little scratch, then I lost it #" "# Tryin' to get it back got a nigga all exhausted #" "# Now break of day got me grinding' on the grave shift # # lf we don't work, then we don't eat #" "# Ain't nothin' changed since the slave ships #" "# And now the block is lookin' hotter than the cotton field # # l need a proper deal just to keep my pockets filled #" "# Now I know how Jimmy Hoffa and the mob feel #" "# The game has been fucked #" "# Ever since the day that 'Pac was killed #" "# And then we lost big #" "# Although I got the chills # # l kept rappin' 'cause my mom's had a lot of bills # # l left shortly after, I never profit mils #" "# Now y'all in the game to cop a whip with some wider wheels #" "# You thinkin' short paper # # l'm thinkin' long paper #" "# Big house, big lawn, no mules, 40 acres # # l like nice shit, but that's a catch-22 #" "# Learned from the streets how to stretch money, too # # l've blown chronic through this paper #" "# All day long #" "# Till my troubles go away # # l've been standin' on top just lookin' down #" "# Thinkin' back on how far I came #" "# You know we don't stop, stop, stop #" "# You know we won't quit, quit, quit #" "# You know we don't stop, stop, stop #" "# Homey, this is it, it, it #" "# Hey, yo, I wake up thinkin' about this time gone caked up #" "# Keep my lady laced up #" "# Stack 'em with the face up #" "# Your boy tryin' to stay up #" "# The hell with gettin' caged up # # l keep that little gauge tucked #" "# Concealed from the waist up #" "# And we can light the place up #" "# Or just hit the safe up #" "# Or lay your crown down on the ground #" "# And take your jake up #" "# Some go the evil way #" "# We'd rather go the legal way #" "# And look at us now #" "# My chips is up like Frito-Lays #" "# Look at my work ethic #" "# Look how I perfect it #" "# Look at my first record # # l'm killin' 'em per second #" "# Time is money, homey #" "# You know the line -- yeah, it might be a slow grind #" "# But watch -- we gonna blow with time # # lt's dub dime #" "# The dough is mine, and I can taste it #" "# You niggas is basic #" "# Tryin' to make enough and waste it #" "# First we recycle it and then we divide #" "# And once a year, when your uncle come #" "# You know how to hide the shit # # l've blown chronic through this paper #" "# All day long #" "# Till my troubles go away # # l've been standin' on top just lookin' down #" "# Thinkin' back on how far I came #" "# You know we don't stop, stop, stop #" "# You know we won't quit, quit, quit #" "# You know we don't stop, stop, stop #" "# Homey, this is it, it, it #" "# This is it, yeah #" "[ Mid-tempo RB music plays ]" "# Thought it would take a lifetime #" "# To get past all the pain #" "# Thought I would never see sunshine #" "# And it would always rain #" "# But you don't think so clear #" "# When your mind's filled with hurt #" "# But one thing's for sure # # ls l've lived and learned that # # lf l can get through it, I can get over it #" "# And to prove it, just want to let go of it #" "# 'Cause I can't keep goin' # # ln circles, in circles #" "# Can't keep goin' # # ln circles, in circles #" "# Now I have a chance to love again #" "# 'Cause now I know I will love again #" "# 'Cause I can't keep goin' # # ln circles, in circles #" "# Can't keep goin' # # ln circles, in circles #" "# Say no more, no more #" "# Circles, circles #" "# Got over, got over #" "# What I been through, what I been through #" "# Say no more, no more #" "# Circles, circles #" "# Let go of what, let go of what #" "# Has hurt you, has hurt you # # l used to have a bad habit of #" "# Blamin' everything on the world #" "# Like how he treated me #" "# She used me #" "# They hurt me #" "# They abused me #" "# People only do what you allow them to #" "# So in the end, it was really on you #" "# Right now I'm secure #" "# Better than before... #"