Previously on "The Last O.G."...
Been almost 30 years since my mother threw me out.
I just thought maybe that you might want
to meet your grandkids.
I got grandkids?
Is this...
- Hello. - Hi.
Wade Copeland's will be filing for bankruptcy
and laying off all of our employees.
What the hell?
Maybe I should start working for myself,
start my own fashion line.
See me out here trying to get my food truck up and running.
This is my last shot at my dream.
Okay, we'll give you the money.
Once this food truck starts making some money,
then I can start my new business.
- Shit. - Time's up here.
You got two weeks to find you a new place to live.
Before you say anything, just hear me out.
_
Where am I?
In your dream.
You've entered the labyrinth of your mind.
I am the triple O.G.
I am you, and you are me.
Forgive me for disturbing your solitude.
It's been a long time, Tray.
Haven't seen you since you got out.
I figured you didn't need me anymore.
So did I, but now I have so many questions.
- I need your wisdom. - What is your quandary?
I told myself when I got out the joint,
I was going to be a force of positive change.
I want to give back to my community,
but it seems like every time I take a step forward,
I take three steps backwards.
A man is destined to repeat his mistakes
if he doesn't learn from the past.
My business failed.
I got released from the halfway house and, worst of all,
I've been living with my moms for the past six months.
I don't know who to trust.
The devil's best disguise is as your friend.
But where do I begin? I don't have a job.
I don't have my own place.
You bitch ass nigga. Stop whining, Tray.
You Brooklyn-born, man.
You're do-or-die Bed-Stuy.
Everything you seek is within you, man, and just like
Bruce Lee said before he ripped the baby's hairs off
of Chuck Norris' chest, "The task ahead of you
is not stronger than the strength within you".
I must leave now.
I got to watch the Knicks game.
They up 57 points.
For real?
I told you, this is a dream.
- Wake up, baby. - Morning, sweetness.
Uh-oh, oh, my back a little stiff.
Uh-oh, hey, I got stiff twice.
I'm too much. Am I too much?
No!
Mom!
I'm too much for myself.
Hey, Tray.
You slept good? I sure did.
Yeah, that makes one of us.
Well, let me make you a plate.
You in a good mood?
I am floating on air.
Yeah, your wig is floating to the side of your head.
Oh, stop.
- Uh-oh. - Mmm, something smells good.
Used to call me Crazy Carl, but now they call me Batman.
Stop, oh, now you worked up a appetite.
Uh-oh, didn't tell me we had company.
- This must be Tray. - Yeah.
Your mom tells me all about you all the time.
You can call me Mr. Weathers.
Yeah, but she ain't told me nothing about you.
Ma, where did you find this clown?
Carl is a nice man.
We met at church.
- Church's Chicken. - Stop.
I was craving some hot wings until I saw those thighs.
Get me a whole bucket of thigh.
Yeah, well, money, you need to come up out my slippers, man.
I don't know where your feet been.
You're right. You know what?
I saw them by the door, and I put them on.
Now, Tray, you don't have to act like that.
Carl is a guest in my house. Okay?
If you don't want him trying on the slippers,
then just don't put them... Why you acting all jealous?
I'm happy.
Babe, don't be upset. Okay?
Let me handle this. Let me talk to the man.
Okay.
Okay, Tray, I get it, man.
Look, you been here for six months.
We all go on hard times, but at some point,
Tray, you got to get off that titty.
No, he was a formula baby.
I don't know how he got so attached.
No, no, Ma, you ain't got to tell my business.
Let me ask you a question, man.
What kind of bootleg father are you,
trying to give me advice?
Huh, no, let me figure it out.
Your unemployment ran out?
You got kicked out your spot?
- You got evicted? - Ouch.
Did you slip-and-fall settlement,
it wasn't as big as you thought it was going to be?
Roberta, did you tell this boy all my business?
No, no, she ain't tell me nothing. I got you.
You're as easy to read as a "Jet" magazine.
Oh, you got it all wrong, Tray.
Carl just finished his two-year degree at ITT Tech.
I was sitting on the couch doing nothing with my life,
and then I made the call.
I made the call.
He could be a X-ray technician or a dental assistant.
Or you could be bumming off a 60-year-old woman.
Tray.
Don't ruin this for me.
Hey. Yo, what up, Bobby?
Yeah. No, man,
I still got some other things I got to fix here, man.
I'll holler at you later. One.
You still messing with Bobby?
Ma, he's family.
Yeah, you said the same thing about Wavy.
You don't know the knife is sharp until it cuts you, huh?
You know what? On that note, I'm out.
I'm out. I can't do this.
Yeah, Tray, your mom is right.
You play silly games, you win silly prizes.
Hey!
The prize, it's a whistle.
That's gonna be fun tonight.
I'm too much?
She's standing there with her wig to the side.
Then he comes in wearing a nightgown
with these drawers on.
I mean, these drawers were so tight,
looked like he had the hammer of Thor
between his legs, not that I looked.
Two seconds and that's it.
All I know is he better not get my mother pregnant
because she is too old.
I do not want my brother looking like the [BLEEP]
- Elephant Man. - Okay.
Well, he's younger than her, but she looks happy.
I heard women reach their sexual peak in their 60s.
I don't mind her getting hers.
I just don't want to listen to it every night.
Sounds like you got to get your own place, then.
I want to. I just don't know how to.
I ain't got no money. I ain't got no job.
When you locked up, people don't tell you how much freedom costs.
Well, you know, the check came in from the insurance
company on the truck, and there's a little left over.
So we could help you out with first and last.
If you need a good broker, I know a few.
Yo, Josh, I appreciate you going above and beyond for me, dude.
It's nothing. We're family.
Yeah, like in a "Diff'rent Strokes"
kind of way, right?
What you talking about, Tray?
This is the hottest building in Brooklyn.
Man, I remember this place, used to be an insane asylum.
The church bought it back in the '80s.
We used to spend summers here
playing basketball in the basement,
making zip guns, doing arts and crafts.
The karate school, the teacher was an ex-Marine.
I remember him roundhouse kicking a 5-year-old girl
in the chest because she ain't know how to do push-ups.
Let's go.
Isn't this lobby beautiful?
As you can see, it's been fully restored.
They had to.
Crackheads stole everything, the floors,
the doors, the walls, the windows.
They even stole the elevator.
Only a crackhead can steal up.
Mmm.
So I can tell you that this apartment
is competitively priced at $3,500 a month.
Competitive with who, the White House?
The Playboy mansion? Neverland Ranch?
This is way out of my price range.
This one is a little more in your price range.
Yeah, now this is what I'm talking about.
This one is a little cozy.
Does it have a view?
Give him some time.
Am I gonna be seeing this all the time?
Because I got plants I want to put in the window.
So every time I water the plants,
I got to see this dude's ass crack?
Oh, my god.
Now you can't tell me this isn't perfect.
Oh, you mean to tell me this little one comes with the place?
I'm sure we can work something out.
I never stroked a pussy this big before.
Aren't you lucky?
No, I'd say this place ticks all the boxes,
and it's in your price range.
So what do you say?
Thank God they finally got rid of the body.
They didn't find her for three weeks.
I heard the cat ate her.
I've got a great feeling about this next one.
One B.R., half-bath.
Let me guess, one big rat and a big ass sink.
I'm not going to lie to you, Tray, not no.
So do you want it?
I can't believe it's so hard to find a place, man.
- Yeah. - This is harder than finding a Puerto Rican
in a Woody Allen movie.
Back in the days, when you wanted to find a spot,
all you needed was $500 and your baby cousin's social.
Well, don't get discouraged. It's our first day at it.
I'll look at some more listings.
I'm sure that there's something
a little bit more reasonable out there.
Holy... Oh, my god.
That's in... Okay, you know what?
Maybe we look at something outside of the city, uh,
Queens, the Bronx.
I heard Newark is really nice, actually.
From who?
Newark is New York's asshole,
smells like a dead body dipped in garbage truck juice.
You know, Corey Booker had to run for president
just to get the [BLEEP] out of Newark.
Man, when I was in prison, it was just easier.
Free room and board, three hots and a cot.
Look, you've paid the price, Tray, 15 years.
You paid.
Let's do it again tomorrow, okay?
I'll see you in the morning, Josh.
And if you look to your right,
you will see a happy Brooklyn native.
Now, generations of his family
probably grew up right here on this very block.
Have a wonderful day.
_
That you, Tray?
Want to get a game of 2K in?
Yo, you got my Platinum FUBU on?
Hmm. For Us, By Us.
You mom said I could wear anything
that looked better on me.
Hey, while I got you here, let me ask you something.
I want to talk to you about your plans for the future.
I mean, now that your mom and I are living together,
and I'm the man of the house,
I want to lay down some ground rules,
but you got to get a job,
and you got to be able to pull your own weight.
Your mom's retirement check can't cover all three of us.
- You feel me? - Mmm, I feel you.
Listen, I did 15 years in prison, right,
and I done met the best con men in the world,
way better than Bernie Madoff, all of that,
but if you think you gonna come up in here and push me out
just so that you could take advantage of my mother,
- you got another thing coming. - Aah!
You going to lose your privilege, boy.
What the hell is going on here?
He's no good, Ma, trying to push me out
so he can take advantage of you.
Just stop it! Stop it!
You don't need to protect me. I can protect myself.
If I want to bring a man up in this house,
I can bring a man up in this house.
You got to stop disrespecting Carl.
If you won't do that, you got to...
you got to get out of my house by tomorrow.
Mom, this is the second time you kicked me out.
I...
Whew, that boy is strong!
I mean, you can stay on the couch
until Shay and the kids get back in town.
Hopefully I have a place by then.
Oh, this one popped up an hour ago.
It's a little further out than you want to be,
but price is right.
Yeah. Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Hey, Bobby, what's up?
Sorry for yesterday, man, I got caught up in a few errands.
Yeah. No, no! I can meet you there today.
I can be there right now.
All right, G. One.
Bobby want me to come up to the shop.
Come on, Tray.
I mean, this spot on Rockaway Ave,
it might not be available tomorrow.
I can't keep blowing him off.
Man, I canceled my writer's workshop for this.
I know, but this sounds important.
Dude, it...
Listen, I told him I would be there.
It's always one step forward and two steps back, Tray.
We'll catch up later.
- All right. - All right.
The devil's best disguise is as your friend.
Remove yourself from all negativity.
Seek your independence.
I try and I try and I try
to be a positive force in my community.
There's nothing I can do.
That's not entirely true.
What if you didn't sell drugs to your community?
- Crack is back. - Oh, yeah.
The special tape around the grip,
the serial numbers are filed off,
and the trigger repels fingerprints.
This is a body snatcher, son.
My nigga.
- I got this, cuzzo. - Yo, but wait a minute...
- Don't worry about it. - This is just FUBAR.
- I got this. - Where you going?
Bobby, come on, man, stop acting crazy.
Bobby! [BLEEP].
Shit!
A man is destined to repeat his mistakes
if he doesn't learn from the past.
You're my contractor, get it done.
What? You're going to sue me?
Oh, yeah? Well, I'll sue you for suing me.
- Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. - Mind if I check around?
Yeah, sure, go right ahead.
Look, I haven't seen you in two weeks,
and when I do, you... you overcharge me,
and your workers don't even speak English.
I mean, Google translator had to ask Yahoo!
just to know what the hell they were saying.
- How much? - 10 grand?
- What? - Not you.
Look, the lobby doors are locking tenants
inside the building.
It... it's a goddamn escape room in here.
$2,500 a month,
and I'll need first and last up front.
Look, Mr. Kelly, I'm not a perfect guy.
The last year I've been headed in the right direction.
If you gave me this apartment at a much lower price,
it would help keep me on the right track.
Is there anything you can do for me?
Eat me.
So you want it or not?
Screw me? Screw you. You're fired.
I just hope I get to be there when karma ass
[BLEEP] you with a cactus.
Hey, hey, watch it! Watch it!
- You good? - Yeah.
Okay.
Goddamn contractor was supposed to fix that.
Whoever did this used 2s instead of 4s.
- Yeah? - If you get me a butter knife,
I can fix it for you.
You got experience with carpentry?
Yes, carpentry, electrical, and plumbing.
Where'd you learn all that?
ITT Tech.
I was sitting on the couch, and I wasn't doing much.
So I decided to make the call.
Well, I'm sure the tenants would love to have
an on-site superintendent, and I'd like to not commute here
every time one of these millennials needs to change
a compact fluorescent light bulb.
Thank you, Mr. Kelly, thank you.
$1,500 for a one-bedroom in Park Slope Half.
It was always meant to be.
Thank you, good looking out,
and I heard what you said, man, and from here on out,
there's going to be steps forward,
and my next step is to get me a job,
a J-O-B.
Hmm, well, if I were you, I'd go with what I know.
Well, I know cooking, and I know Brooklyn.
Now, if you look over here to your right,
you'll see the famous Velvet Milk Coffee Shop.
This coffee shop has been a staple in Brooklyn
for over 30 months.
That's over four decades in hipster coffee shop years.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you want some real history?
This place was a brothel called the Velvet Room.
It was run by a one-eyed hooker named Blackbeard
because she had a long hair hanging from her chin.
Okay, the place was so cheap,
you had to bring your own sheets,
and the hookers had punch cards.
Pardon me, sir, these people paid good money
for an authentic tour of Brooklyn.
So if you'll excuse us, we'll be on our way.
Authentic? Y'all want authentic?
Y'all call this Brooklyn. We call it Crooklyn.
Before the hipster coffee shops and the farmers' markets,
these streets was run by mobsters, gangsters,
players, and hood legends.
- What's a hood legend? - A hood legend?
That's a male or a female who made history on these streets.
Oh, like Drake.
No, not like Drake, more like John Booknight,
the greatest knockout artist in Brooklyn.
As a matter of fact, y'all standing on the streets
where this legend was born.
John Booknight was 6-foot-4, 260 pounds
with a bald head and fists that looked like cinder blocks.
If you owed John money or showed disrespect,
he only had to say one word.
Yo!
Then it was lights out.
I ain't got your money, John.
I once seen him punch a man clean out of his shoes.
What happened here?
Only the greatest knockout in Brooklyn history.
The time was November the 5th, 1996.
John had some beef with some dudes up on Bushwick Ave,
and when they heard...
Yo!
... they knew who it was.
They stepped to him anyway.
Yo!
John was outnumbered, but one by one,
he bodied them all.
It didn't matter if you was man, woman, child, or beast.
If you heard "Yo!"
from a bald-headed brother from Brooklyn,
you'd better pray to God it wasn't John Booknight.
Mommy, I got a new spot,
and, better yet, I got a new hustle.
What is it?
I'm just so glad to see you, son.
In other news, a large shipment of firearms was seized today
in the back of a truck in Brooklyn.
The truck was driven by Robert Barker.
Police say Barker was driving 15 miles per hour
over the speed limit when he was pulled over.
In Manhattan today, there was a march
protesting the latest contract by sanitation workers.
They're seeking higher medical...
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