I used to think getting money was the key to joy.
When I got locked up for chasing it, I realized I was wrong.
But as an OG, I know there are three keys to joy.
You got to have something to do, something to hope for...
and someone to love.
And I'm gonna get back to the things that bring me joy.
And there is nothing that's gonna stop me.
Whoa! For honey?!
$87?
Hell no!
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How much are they? They a hundred dollars, too?
Nope. They're free.
Do you like tacos? Because these are vegan.
Let's see.
As long as they free, I love 'em.
Mmm!
Free is good, but there's something definitely missing.
- Okay. - Mm, mm. Hold on.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Here you go.
Mm.
Now, that's product.
You can make they nose bleed with that, kid.
I...
I don't understand what that means.
Here. Watch this.
I'm gonna make you understand what I mean.
We getting ready to flood the block.
Don't get it twisted, don't get it bent,
and please don't get it discombobulated.
- Try that. - Okay.
Mmm!
- How is it? - Mm! Mmm, yum!
- This is good! - I told you!
Mmm. Mm.
Yo, check it! We got work over here!
We going hand to hand!
Nicks and dimes on the tacos.
Don't get it twisted. You understand me?
Yeah, we got nosebleeds.
I'll try one of them.
Oh, no. You got to pay for yours.
Oh, I thought it was free?
Well, they usually are, but I'm using my special spices,
and as beautiful as you are,
you've definitely gotten too many things in your life for free.
- Okay. - Wait a minute!
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
E-Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me. I was just joking.
Here you go.
My name is Tray.
Mm!
Mm! That's not bad.
Shouldn't you be tending to the samples?
I don't work here. I was just helping her out.
- Mm. - I'm a professional chef.
I used to own my own food truck.
So, now you season the samples at the grocery store?
- Uh... - Um...
the seasoning's probably the only thing
I can afford in this place.
I know that's right.
I'm walking around with these spices in my bag,
like I'm one of the three wise men or something.
Um... I didn't get your name.
That's 'cause I didn't give it.
Wow.
Were shots just fired?
Look, is this your game?
You walk around the grocery store trying to pick up women?
No, I'm more than just standing here shooting the gift, right?
Kickin' it Willie Bobo. I'm fresh out of game.
It's taken everything I got inside right now
just to kick it to you.
Really?
I'm serious.
So, what's your story?
You married?
In a relationship with a woman
but she doesn't know it's just for sex?
Or are you gay?
No, no, and no.
- You got kids? - Yes.
I have twins that live in New Jersey with their mother.
They mean everything to me and I'll die for them.
Gladly.
Yeah, I have a little one, too.
See? We perfect for each other.
May I take you to lunch?
What? Right now?
Yes. It's not like a first date.
- It's just lunch. - What?
We barely know each other.
Mm.
It's just lunch.
So, what do you do?
Well, I'm a corrections officer.
Wait.
- A what? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I know. It throws of a lot of people.
I got a kid, so it pays the bills, you know?
Yeah, I do.
How about you?
- How about me? - What's your story?
Well, I run my own tour company,
walking people around Brooklyn,
showin' 'em where the notorious hood legends lived.
So, who would pay money for a hood tour?
White people.
Tr-Tr-Tr-Tr-Tr-Tr-Tray Baaaaaags!
- No, it ain't. No, it ain't. - Ah!
No, it ain't. Jaybird, what up, boy?
- Nigga! Ah! - Ah, yes!
What's up? What's up?
- What you doing here, kid? - I work here now.
You know, I'm trying to get in my food thing like you, playboy.
- Oh, yeah? - And Alejandro up in the bank washing dishes.
- What? - Well, this is my friend.
This is my man, Jaybird.
- Nice to meet you. - Go, shorty.
Alright. Like, "friend" as in "girlfriend",
or are y'all just, like, slam-bamming?
- No. - No, we're just having lunch.
Ouch. Well, oh. Oh, oh.
Oh, by the way, don't tell nobody in here
that, uh, I got locked up.
I had to lie on my application.
You know how hard it is for us PIPs out here.
That's previously incarcerated person.
I got these niggas fooled, Tray. Come on there, boy.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.
- Can I get a tossed salad? - Can you get a what?
Don't nobody do that around here, bro.
Who told you that?
Tray, you told this man I was in jail?
Hey, Jason, your orders are up!
Hey... uh, with the Jason. It's Jaybird, alright?
Hey, uh, anyway, uh, just stop by the halfway house, man.
We miss you, bruh.
Yeah, we... I-I miss you guys, too.
Oh, nigga, let me tell you about Mullins.
Mullins out here throwing his dick in the water,
trying to catch himself something,
and caught himself something.
Big old big white jawn.
He ain't gonna throw her back, neither.
Too heavy. She couldn't go, man.
Well, you know what they say.
Every garbage can got a lid, you know?
Oh, that's sweet,
but that line ain't gonna work on her, nigga,
'cause she clocked out as soon as she found out
you got felons for friends.
And anyway, speaking of felons, you heard from Bobby?
I heard he got caught with, like, a lot of guns.
Like, a lot, a lot of guns.
- We're not gonna talk about Bobby right now. - Oh. Right.
A.K.A. we'll talk about it when the woman ain't present.
Right. Right. Anyway. Hey, man.
So, uh, let me get your math so we can chip-chop it up.
Uh, baby, give me your phone.
I'll give you my number real quick.
Phone check, Angelo!
You know the drill!
So...
you're an ex-con?
Boy, don't you get weird with me!
Look, I know plenty of decent men
who've been through the prison system.
They were just...
dealt a bad hand and made some bad decisions.
I really appreciate you saying that, because my incarceration
is a part of me that I can't run from.
I just hope you don't, either.
Not if you can make food taste like this.
Now, that should be a crime.
Thank you.
Well, I gotta say, your honesty is refreshing.
I just got out of a toxic, toxic relationship.
I had to deal with cheating and a whole lot of lies and...
a whole lot of gaslighting, too.
Well, you look like a strong woman to me.
That's his loss.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Well, from my experience, being a strong woman
can intimidate a lot of men.
- Maybe that's why I'm still single. - Mm.
Painful, isn't it?
Homie. Could you turn the music down a little bit?
I can't hear you, old man.
The music's too loud.
What?
- What's up? - Tray.
Hey, what's up, Ma?
Don't "What's up, Ma" me.
I told you about hanging out with those knuckleheads.
- Man, whatever. - Wait, wait, wait.
Have you been smoking?
Man, ain't nobody been smoking.
You are lying. You are high as a kite.
Get your ass in the house.
Yo, holla at y'all tomorrow.
- No, he won't. - You are tripping, bro.
- In the house! - God damn.
Always saying some shit.
Bye, Ma.
Yo.
Well, he's a handful.
Ever since me and his father separated, he's just...
Ah, I don't know.
Actually, I gotta go.
Hey, wait a minute.
Listen, I've been where he been. My dad left me, too, okay?
He's a good kid.
You just can't give up on him.
Thanks, Tray.
I...
Jasmine.
What?
The name... it's Jasmine.
Pretty name for a pretty lady.
Jasmine.
Alright. To the beat, beat, check it out.
How is it someone who cooks like you can't find a woman?
- I mean, that's crazy. - I don't know.
I mean, I tried dating here and there,
but it just didn't work out.
I had one woman, I kept calling her Shay.
You did not call a woman by your ex's name.
I did. I guess I still had feelings for her.
- You think? - Yeah, but I've moved on,
and me and Shay are just friends now, but we got kids.
So she'll always have a special place in my heart.
Yeah. Me and my ex had a similar situation,
but we are not friends.
He's just... ugh.
And I think it's affecting our son.
Yes. That trainwreck called a marriage
that you had with that man?
Well, your son is the body being pulled out,
and both of y'all got to work hard to let that little boy know
"We love you. That was a Daddy and Mommy thing.
It had nothing to do with you".
That's why he acting out, and if don't don't work,
slap the shit out of him.
Dinner's ready.
Alright. Here's the test.
Here we go.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Mm-mm-mm!
- Want some more? - Mm-mm.
Whoa, we got to have some
to put on the spaghetti, girl.
I'm gonna start calling you Prego.
You better.
Mm.
- Baby, I should... - What?
... maybe light some candles.
You can set the whole place on fire for all I care.
I don't care.
- Okay. - Mm.
Hold on.
Where is my lighter?
Uh-huh.
Mikey. Of course.
- I'll be right back. - Okay.
And...
maybe you should get a little bit more comfortable.
I'll be back.
Whoa! Whoa!
Oh! Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Sorry. I am so sorry, Jasmine, okay?
I-I read the situation wrong, but that is no...
I found this in Mikey's bag!
What?
So, what do I do?
Number one, the gun's down. Number two...
you're gonna have a talk with Mikey.
Number three, is anything happening tonight?
'Cause I got to put my pants on.
Hey, listen.
There's nothing we can do about that gun.
But this gun...
is cocked and loaded.
- Yo, it's not mine. - I don't care.
- I'm just holding it for a friend. - I do not care! You have a gun!
What is wrong with you?
Baby, what is happening?
- Mikey! - I don't know!
I don't know!
Listen to me, is there anything I can do?
Do you mind if I go upstairs and talk to him?
Fuck!
Alright. I got you, okay?
Fuck! Fuck!
It's okay.
Let it all out.
It's okay to be vulnerable, son.
Man, you not my father.
I don't call you son 'cause you mine.
I call sun 'cause you shine.
You don't know nothing about me.
I know me, and you remind me of me when I was a shorty.
Wildin' out, smokin' weed, carrying guns, selling crack.
I was the worst crack dealer you ever want to see.
Man, it was tearing up my soul.
I was a drug dealer with a heart of gold.
I was selling crack, and then saying,
"Yo, man, y'all got to stop smoking this stuff, man.
It's gonna kill you".
"Let me get my $5, nigga".
I knew I'd get you.
Unfortunately, man, I just got better,
started moving crazy, crazy weight,
till I got locked up.
But that's only because I didn't have a father,
or an OG to talk to.
As far as I'm concerned, I don't have no father.
What's all that?
It's a computer. I built it.
You built a computer?
Man, I don't even know how to turn a computer off, man.
If it start making noise, I just pull the plug out the wall.
Well, I'm still building it.
Fuckin' computer parts are expensive, yo,
so I'm out here.
I got to get it how I live it.
I remember I used to say the same thing...
before I went to prison.
Yeah, well, I ain't afraid of getting locked up.
First person I ever heard say that...
"I ain't afraid to be locked up...
Let me tell you something, Mikey.
If you ever need an OG just to talk to and open up,
I'm here.
Thank you.
No question.
He gonna be alright.
Thank you, Tray.
You know what?
I got some people I want him to meet.
It'll be good for him.
Ow. What the hell?
Oh, you think prison cool, huh?
I never said that.
Well, you looking at seven years of hard time in front of you, boy.
- Mm.
And we here to tell you, shit ain't cool.
Yeah, and you get raped.
Yeah.
Oh, okay. I get it.
You're trying to scare me straight.
Not just straight. We'll twist your little ass
into a pretzel and dip you in a tamarind-peanut dipping sauce
and eat you, nig-ga.
- That sounds delicious. - Oh.
Yeah, I mean, that sounds delicious, nigga,
and you get raped!
And then when you get out, right?
You gonna have to wake up at 5:00 in the morning
- to work a job you don't even like. - Mm-hmm.
- So you can support a kid that ain't even yours. - Mm-hmm.
The motherfucka don't even look like you, man!
- He look like the mailman! - Is that what you want?
Huh? Child support?
People telling you where to go and what to do?
- You want that?! Mm? - Yeah, giving your orders?
Telling you to clock out, then clock back in
and clock out then clock back in again,
every goddamn day?!
Jason, I need you to pick up the avocado toast for table three.
Let's get to back to work, gentlemen, huh?
I keep telling you! It's Jaybird!
You lucky our break over, little nigga. Yeah.
Yo, what the fuck?
So, your cousin Bobby is locked up on gun charges?
Yep.
Have you spoken to him yet?
As you know, you have to be on parole for at least a year
before you can even apply for a visitation.
I just feel helpless, you know?
I really miss Bobby, man. I do.
Oh, my God.
I am so glad you guys are still here.
- I thought y'all dipped on me. - Of course.
I wouldn't just drop you off here.
- So, how'd it go? - Terrible.
Why? What happened?
I just got to get my stuff together.
I don't ever, ever want to end up like them.
Hey, little Tupac, I'm tired of working here, too, man.
I'm fed up. It's stuffy in here.
It's just not good for my vibe.
So, with that, uh, you got any weed
- or something I could sell for you? - Oh. Okay. Mnh-mnh.
- Maybe like a dime bag? - Okay, stop talking.
- Mikey, keep walking. - I can take a percentage.
Come on. G-Grab your coat.
Get this coat off of here. Let's go.
Hey, even edibles. That's the new way.
The edibles.
So, I'm trying to get enough materials
and computer supplies so I can start building
biological synapses and shit.
Mikey, the mouth.
Oh. Uh, sorry.
- Mm-hmm. - Synapses and stuff.
But either way, I'm trying to put something together
to make a robot that thinks like a human.
- You feel me? - No, man.
I don't mess with that kinda stuff, man.
I seen "I, Robot".
Why are the cops on us like that?
We not even moving.
Ugh. Just what I thought.
Oh!
What the hell do you want?
You can't talk to police like that.
Please. He's my ex-husband.
Will you calm down, Jasmine?
I'm just checking to make sure you and Lil Mikey are okay.
That's all.
How you doing, Lil Mikey?
Oh, snap.
I didn't realize you had a passenger.
How you doing, sir?
I'm good.
That's good.
Hey, listen, I'm sorry for putting
our personal family issues in front of you like this.
Please accept my apologies.
I'm Jasmine's ex-husband, Michael Clark.
I'm Tray Barker.
Tray Barker.
Good to meet you, Tray. You seem like a cool guy.
Well, listen, uh...
everything seems to be okay here.
Mm-hmm. It was.
I'm gonna let y'all go.
Y'all have a nice night.
I'mma see you around, Tray.
- Mikey? - Yeah?
You all good?
Yeah. I'mma just go to bed.
- Later, Tray. - Later, Mike.
I gotta say, he really likes you,
'cause he is not like that with anyone.
I like him, too.
Reminds me of me.
And, uh, I am so sorry about that out there,
but he is not gonna be a problem.
Well, if he is, we'll deal with it later,
but for now, let's just focus on us.
Thank you, Tray.
You're welcome.
Hey, and next time,
I'm not gonna let you put your pants back on.
Next time, there ain't gonna be no guns
'cause that's way too kinky for me.
- Alright? - Alright.
- Later. - Later.
Alright.
Call me when you get home?
Yes. I will.
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