[soft music]
[soft music continues]
- [Guy Voiceover] "Men at some times
"are rulers of their fate.
"The fault lies not within the stars,
"but within ourselves, that we are underlings."
[soft music continues]
- [Prison Guard] Ty Simmons.
[alarm buzzing]
[hip hop music]
♪ Yeah yeah
♪ Yeah girl yeah
♪ Yeah yeah yeah
♪ Let's go let's go yo
- I'll see you again.
♪ Yo yo yo yo
♪ I'm a walking business nigga
♪ I should be a LLC
♪ I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3 ♪
♪ I was up in Bushwick with this blicky ♪
♪ Like I'm two two Gs
♪ Tripping off this psilocin
♪ Sometimes it put my mind at ease ♪
- Yo, it's Vee.
- Yo, Vee?
- [Vee] Welcome home.
- Don't look now, my nigga.
It's good to be home.
♪ Feeling like I'm Trae Young with this Glock ♪
♪ Because I score a lot
♪ Feeling like I'm Yoda with this wisdom 'cause I know a lot ♪
♪ Counting up the extra in the trap ♪
♪ I might go buy some stocks
♪ The AR-556 it go through walls just like it's Juggernaut ♪
♪ Thinking 'bout my safety
♪ So I bulletproofed the SUV
- What's up?
Ain't nothing changed. - Oh, shit.
- Yes, Sir. - Welcome home.
- All the main production happen right here.
All the purification in the back.
You know it.
What's up, nigga?
What the fuck you on your ass for?
- Keep that shit down in here, nigga.
Nice, but that shit don't make sense, Vee.
- What the fuck that supposed to mean?
- You got three people cooking.
It only take two to do that.
Why not take one off, put 'em on runs?
- Yo, Vee, that do sound a lot better.
- That sound a lot better?
Well, it looks as if ever since I've been running shit,
there's never been a motherfucking problem.
- No, man.
Just happy to be here.
You was running shit while I was gone.
I appreciate that.
- Fuck it.
You ain't no cook no more, you a runner.
That make you happy?
- I'm just here to help, Vee.
- And you get your motherfucking ass up.
[Ty laughing]
Smiling and shit.
Come on, I'll let you.
- Go back to fucking work.
He serious.
[hip hop music]
♪ What we got
[phone buzzing]
- Hey, what's up, Hawk?
- Guy?
Listen, man, you gotta come through tonight.
- Oh, you got some women there, brother?
- Man, I got some nice ladies coming through.
Just got a new DJ, we playing all the old tunes,
you know what I'm saying?
- Okay, man.
Yo, it's all good, I'll be there.
- Don't disappoint me, boy.
♪ Pins on the jacket
♪ The are buttoned
♪ The point of the Rolex band
[rounds firing] [people shouting]
- [Male Voice] Guy, go, for the street!
- We're live here on the scene
where some violence has erupted here at Hawk's,
a popular mainstay here on Brand Street.
Witnesses say three men were gunned down,
and there are no known suspects at the moment.
[dramatic music]
- Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Please, move.
Please, please, move, move.
- Whoa, whoa, Ma'am. - Hawk, Hawk!
- I can't let you through here.
Ma'am, I'm sorry.
- Please, move. - Let her through!
- Please, please! - She's family.
- What happened?
What happened?
Where were you?
- We got ambushed.
I was inside, I couldn't stop it.
- Right here.
Hold on, okay?
You hold on.
Hold on, baby, I'm right here.
Hold on.
[ominous music]
Kev?
Your father's been shot.
[ominous music intensifies]
♪ Stank walk
♪ Hear my so
♪ I don't even say we serve
♪ I just tell 'em what I want
♪ 'Cause I got another nigga that's gonna do it if he don't ♪
♪ That's too bad I'm too good
- You ready for me, Daddy?
- Hell, yeah.
So what do I get in the Champagne Room?
- Oh, you wanna know what you get in the Champagne Room?
Oh, I'll show you what you get.
♪ Mm mm just like that
[round firing] [blood splattering]
- The blow job was for Kev.
♪ Just like that
♪ Shake it shake it
♪ Hm hm work it work it
♪ Just for the
♪ She gotta gold
♪ She catch cold
♪ What she rock chains
♪ Let me see
♪ Pinky and the Brain
♪ Our baby mamas aint the same
[rounds firing]
♪ Ice my chain
[R&B music]
♪ Look if I call you baby
♪ Baby baby
- Oh, shit!
[rounds firing]
[tires screeching]
[rounds firing]
[soft music]
[soft music continues]
- Come on, Sir.
Stay with us.
[soft music continues]
- [Vee] What's up, Kevin?
You missed.
I won't.
- You won't be so lucky next time.
You started this war.
- I ain't start shit, but I'm damn sure gonna finish it.
- Fuck you, nigga.
I ain't hard to find.
- All right.
- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Welcome home.
Miss Debra.
You heard anything?
- Nothing.
- Mrs. Simmons?
- Excuse me, Doctor.
I'm Mrs. Simmons.
Please, tell me that my husband is okay.
- You're Mrs. Simmons?
- Yes.
- But I thought?
- No, no, no, Doctor, I'm Mrs. Simmons.
This is his ex-wife,
- First wife.
- But we all make mistakes.
- Still insecure.
- It's okay.
Can you come with me, please?
- Sure.
Well, Mr. Simmons' condition is extremely critical.
[ominous music]
He was shot multiple times,
so it's pretty touch and go.
If you're a praying woman, I'd say pray.
He's in good hands, but it's critical.
- Please.
- Sure, yeah.
- Hey, man, I'll meet you outside, bro.
- You gonna be okay?
- There's no time for that.
- Yeah.
[soft music continues]
- Pappy dead.
Black dead.
Rico dead.
You know anything about that?
- They had it coming.
- But you missed the head.
You missed Vee.
What the fuck was you thinking about?
- What the fuck was I thinking about?
My father's lying in a fucking hospital bed,
shot the fuck up.
That's what I was thinking.
- Yeah, well, what if they didn't do it?
- Nah, of course they did it.
Who else would have the balls to shoot Pops?
Look,
I know them little Pack niggas was your homies or whatever,
before you got locked up,
because that's when they abandoned you, right?
So I damn sure hope you ain't trying to protect them.
- I'm gonna act like you didn't just say that to me.
- Let me ask you something, Tyshawn.
Who's side are you on?
- Man, don't you ever question my loyalty to this family.
- Don't fucking make me. [ominous music]
If Pops dies,
I'm the head of this fucking family.
Don't forget that, little brother.
- Yeah,
you the head,
but you soft, Kev.
[Ty laughing]
You soft.
[monitor beeping]
- [Guy Voiceover] Whether you want to believe it or not,
we all subconsciously think
our ass is going to live forever.
I got news for you.
You ain't.
Days go by faster
and the nights get colder
the older you get,
until one day, you're here, like me, alone,
asking yourself,
"How in the hell did I get here?"
♪ Wow
♪ I feel good
♪ I knew that I would now
♪ I feel good
♪ I knew that I would now
♪ So good
♪ I got you
♪ Wow
♪ I feel nice
- Sweetheart, how about you just skip the cafeteria
and lemme take you somewhere else for lunch?
- Mr. Simmons?
- [Simmons] Yes, Ma'am?
- May I see you in my office?
[bell ringing]
Mr. Simmons, how old are you?
- I'm 17, Ma'am.
- And what do you plan on doing after graduation?
- I haven't really thought about it too much.
I guess I'll probably just go work with my father.
- Have you thought about college?
- College?
[Simmons laughing]
Me?
- Yes, you, Guy.
You're a very intelligent young man.
You stay on the honor roll, you'll have a bright future.
And with college, the sky's the limit.
- Yeah, I don't know.
- What are you afraid of?
- Nothing.
- Then I expect to see your name
on some college applications.
- Yes, Ma'am.
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music continues]
- What's up, me lady?
[Debra laughing]
- Hey, baby.
You messing up my hair now.
- Sorry.
You got to wind up music playing, Ma?
Ma, this song,
you played this song so much, I practically knew every word.
- You know, when I met your Father,
he took me to that concert.
He even took me backstage.
And they treated him like the second coming,
and they were the stars.
- Yeah, my Pop's the coolest dude on the planet.
- Yes, yes.
I will drink to that.
I just love him so much.
Just seeing him lying there.
- But, Mom,
Pops is strong.
He gonna pull through.
- And how are you holding up?
I hate that you have to come out of prison into this.
- Mm, I'm good.
Perfect timing.
I feel like I'm right on time, like my Rolex.
- Boy, you just like your father.
This take charge attitude,
the alpha male.
- What up, now?
I get a lot of that from my Mama.
- Baby, what's wrong?
I can tell you got a lot on your mind.
- Well, Kevin made a really stupid mistake.
Put a hit on Vee,
'cause he think The Pack has something to do with
the hit on Pop.
It's crazy, right?
I mean, I didn't think he could think that stupid.
[Debra laughing]
What?
- Kevin is a lot of things, but he's not stupid.
He's planning.
He knows The Pack is your army,
independent from the Simmons family.
God forbid, God forbid if your father don't make it,
he's gonna make sure you don't have any support.
- Mm.
You right, that makes sense.
- Yeah.
And, baby, I know you love your brother,
but power changes everything.
And that bitch ass mother of his, Gloria,
she'll do anything to keep it.
- You his wife.
- Mm-hmm, yeah, I know, on paper.
Now, don't get me wrong, Guy loves me like no tomorrow,
but he loves her like yesterday,
and memories are forever.
And I can accept that, but she can't.
She'll do anything to push me out,
even if it means destroying you.
- Damn.
I guess family ain't really family then.
- You are the rightful head of this family, Ty.
Prove it.
- How?
- You know how.
Play your Trump card.
[ominous music]
- It's my baby's birthday,
and I just made him this bomb ass red velvet cake.
Take a look.
Happy birthday, baby.
Do you like your cake?
- I love it. - Yeah?
[Ty laughing]
Oh, I told you I would get you back.
I told you!
[girlfriend moaning]
[dramatic music]
[girlfriend moaning]
- [Voiceover] Play your trump card.
[girlfriend moaning]
[dramatic music continues]
- You know I love you, right?
- I know.
- And anything you want, it's yours.
- I already have what I want.
- You sure?
- Baby, what's wrong?
[soft music]
- I don't know, it's just,
you know, Ty is home now,
and I'm not exactly sure how you feel about that.
- Baby, Ty's my past.
You're my forever and you know that.
- You know, I just used to think about
how he used to treat you,
and I always felt like you deserved better.
- And I have better.
I have you.
- Ironically, my Dad used to do my Moms the same way.
I can still remember how she used to cry
when he wouldn't come home.
And I vowed that I would never treat my woman like that.
- I know, baby, and I love you for it.
[soft music continues]
[phone buzzing]
- Yo.
- Vee thinks it's the Rutland crew.
- Yeah.
- Babe, who was that?
- Hood rat.
I'll be back.
[horns honking]
[ominous music]
[ominous music continues]
[Vee laughing]
- You about to [indistinct] me, huh?
- I know I got you.
♪ Need to quit playing
♪ I know what you're craving
♪ Baby girl all I'm saying
♪ I gotta taste it
♪ I'm a put your legs up
♪ Ooh
♪ I can't take my hands off you ♪
♪ You can see what I'm talking about ♪
♪ Ooh ooh ooh
♪ Ooh ooh
♪ Got you in the mood
♪ Down to feel like
♪ Ooh ooh ooh
♪ Got you in the mood
- Morning.
- Good morning.
- What's up with you?
What's wrong?
[soft music]
- Pappy's dead, Kat.
And so is Rico,
and Black.
- They tried to get at you too, huh?
- Yeah, they tried, but they missed.
- Victor, you can't keep on doing this.
You know how hard it is for me at night,
wondering when you're coming home?
If you're coming home?
- It ain't no nigga in this world
that can keep you away from me.
- Baby, I need you.
We need you.
- I know.
You said, "We?"
[Kat giggling]
I'm gonna be a father?
[Vee sighing]
Oh, baby.
- But, listen,
I can't do this alone,
and with you still out in the streets,
you can't promise me that.
- I got you.
[sirens blaring]
- [Kevin Voiceover] This shit ain't fair.
You sent me to school to be a CEO, not a gangster.
Pop, I'm not sure what you want me to do.
♪ My Mama told me
♪ She said Son beware
♪ Never beg for her love
- You got my money today?
- Nah. - Good job.
- Hey, Guy, you looking for me?
- Maybe later, Lisa.
You seen my father?
- He's probably in his office.
♪ Summertime
♪ And the living is easy
- Hey, Pop, I got something I-
- Boy, you know you don't interrupt when Ella's singing.
That's one of your Mama's favorite songs.
God rest her soul.
One good gospel record
is better than 10 good Sunday services.
- I want to talk to you.
- Well, you talking now, ain't ya?
- All right, I know you looking forward to
me coming to work with you full time after I graduate.
I know that,
but I've been talking to this guidance counselor.
- Damn, nigga, just spit it out.
You got something you wanna say to me?
Huh?
Well, just look me in my eyes and say it.
- I wanna go to college.
- College?
[Willy laughing]
For what?
- I don't know, a doctor.
A senator, maybe, a lawyer.
Something, Pop.
You know, the sky's the limit.
- Yeah.
So you think
just 'cause you could read those crackers' books
that they gonna give you a seat at they table?
- It's plenty Black professionals nowadays.
- House niggas and porch monkeys with nuts like squirrels.
That's who you wanna be like?
You know what,
you just like your goddamn Mama.
Nothing I ever do was good enough, but I'll tell you what,
you ain't going to no White man's college.
Uh uh, not on my dime.
- Pop, you not even listening.
- You heard what the fuck I said.
- Well, I'm going to the military.
Either way, I'm gone.
- Yeah.
All right.
Maybe having a gun in your hand'll and make a man outta you.
- You know,
my whole life I've been known as Willy Simmons' son.
One of these days,
they gonna remember you as Guy Simmons' father.
[ominous music]
[monitor beeping]
[ominous music continues]
- Hey, yo, what up, Kev?
I ain't even know you was in town, man.
- Come on, man.
You know I had to pull up on you,
see how you doing.
You good?
- Things been wild out here, bro.
- All right.
There's some traitors that's been threatening my family.
They need to be dealt with.
Think you can handle that?
- Man, I can handle whatever.
- If you handle this shit for me,
I give you my word,
you will always have a place at Legacy, for life.
[ominous music] - I got you, Kev.
- [Guy Voiceover] God, I know I'm a sinner.
I know I did a lot of wrong in my life.
And God, I just hope You have my sins fall on me,
and not my children.
- Hey, what's up?
- I just wanted to get a chance to talk without the others.
- Without the board?
Why?
- I just feel like we can relate to each other better,
given our similar backgrounds.
- Our similar backgrounds?
- Our educational backgrounds.
You get it.
- Okay, sure.
- I wanted to talk about
some ideas the marketing team has for Legacy.
- Damn, that's pretty fast.
- Our team works quick.
You heard of Tank G?
- Nah, never heard of him.
- He's an up and coming rapper.
Huge in social media.
- Okay, what does that have to do with Legacy?
- He can connect to the street authenticity.
I think he needs to make an appearance at the club.
Could be a huge step forward for Legacy's expansion.
- So let me get this right.
You want me to parade some rapper internet superstar dude
around my Pop's club?
How do you think the people there would accept that?
- Look, people don't understand what it takes
to build what we're trying to build here, Kevin.
- I'll be honest with you, Selena,
I'm not even sure I know what you're trying to build here,
but it doesn't feel like Legacy,
and it damn sure doesn't feel like me.
[dog barking]
[phone buzzing]
- Hello?
- What's up, Aunt Gloria?
You sound, it's a bad time, huh?
- There is no good time, T.
I mean, right now, I just, I appreciate your call.
- Man, I'm just checking on my favorite auntie.
- I'm okay, considering the circumstances.
- Is there any news on Uncle Guy?
[Gloria sighing]
- No.
- Look, I told Kevin,
whatever he needs, the Bell family's here,
but he didn't seem too receptive.
- Well, you know, he's as bullheaded as his father,
so there's that.
- Then there's no better time than now
to unite the families.
Whoever did this has to pay, Aunt Gloria.
We just need to tell Kevin,
and you're the only person he'll listen to.
- Tito, there's a lot going on.
I appreciate your call.
- I love you, Auntie.
Please be safe.
- So are we gonna go to the studio tonight still?
- Man, there's too much shit going on.
What the fuck is you talking about?
[Latin music]
- What's up, Hawk?
- Good to see you.
Hey, listen, how's your father?
- He's still in a coma.
- Gimme a second.
I'll be right back.
Hold the bar down for me.
Holler at me, young blood.
What's on your mind, young blood?
- My Pops used to bring me here when I was a kid.
I remember that same stool.
- Yeah.
- He told me I could get a Jack and Coke,
wouldn't put nothing in the Coke.
[Hawk and Ty laughing]
It's crazy,
he got shot, gunned down right in front of the same place.
- What you trying to say, young blood?
Huh?
'Cause Guy's my best friend.
- I ain't come in here to doubt you, bro.
You love my Pops.
He love you like a brother.
Come on, just tell me what happened.
- Guy came in like he always did.
Him and his bodyguard sit there,
had a couple of drinks so he could clear his head.
Young lady walked over.
She wasn't bad looking.
They hit it off, they started talking.
That's all.
- The chick, who was she?
- I don't know who she is.
I ain't never seen her before.
- You remember nobody else that was unfamiliar?
- All the regulars.
Guy come in here all the time, bro.
The regulars that come in here,
they wouldn't harm a hair in your father's head.
You understand?
And I'll vouch for that.
- All right, then what happened?
- Then him and the girl, they talking, laughing,
had a few more drinks,
and then Guy got up and left and the girl went with him.
Then I heard some shots.
I grabbed my shotgun, run from behind the bar.
I get outside, I see the bodyguard's right here dead,
and Guy, he.
- Thank you, Hawk.
- Yeah, anytime.
Anything you need.
You know what, young blood?
There was something else, just came to me.
Bro Hardy just got out of prison.
- Who's that?
- He's one of the elders in the Hardy family,
used to raise a lot of hell back in the day.
Him and Guy, they used to bump heads all the time.
- Over what?
- I don't wanna get into that.
- Over what?
- Look, I done said too much already.
I don't wanna- - Over what?
- Over your Mama, man.
[ominous music]
[birds chirping]
- Girl, don't put that on me.
Ain't nobody having no twins.
Nah, Vee right here.
You still wanna talk to him?
- Yo.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.
What up?
- Kat told me what happened between you and Kevin.
Vee, I swear, I had no clue where he was going.
- Just leave it alone.
- Have you at least spoken to Ty?
- For what?
- Vee, I know things are crazy right now,
but you two were like brothers before you went to prison.
- Yeah.
A lot has changed.
- Tell me about it.
He doesn't answer my calls.
He doesn't return any of my fucking texts.
It's like,
Vee, can you just call him?
Like you two can end all of this.
- How you know?
- Because you know you should.
- If I call him.
[hip hop music]
[hip hop music continues]
- All right, peace, loved one.
My prayers go out.
Look, I'm not even gonna ask you how you doing.
- Yeah, 'cause shit been kind of crazy around here.
- Man, I'm just praying you catch these niggas, bottom line.
And I know the Simmons family can handle their own.
I know this.
But should the need arise,
the Bell family will send the Harlem Army.
Word is bond.
- I appreciate that.
Give the family my love.
- Yo, what'd he say?
- He saying he can handle it.
- And if he can't?
- Then I'll send someone who can.
[hip hop music continues]
- What's the deal, bro?
- I tried calling your phone.
You keep changing your number.
- A lot of shit keep changing up these days.
- Not everything.
I didn't push the button on this, Vee.
Sorry about Black, Rico, Pappy.
- Yeah.
- We gonna get it right.
Set up a meeting with the families.
Kevin gonna make it right.
- I think we way beyond that point.
- I just want you to know it wasn't Crook.
- But would you tell me if it was?
- Yeah.
Just know I don't got no beef with you.
I'm hoping that that's reciprocal.
- That's up to you, big bro.
[people chattering]
[door shutting]
- Pop Pop, I thought you said you wanted to meet with me.
- Nigga, if you don't get your goddamn ass in here
and sit down.
I'm not gonna have this bitch shit in here.
And I'm gonna tell both of you two right now
about all this, "Who runs the family?"
I run the damn family.
Now who say differ?
That's what I thought.
Now, I done heard Kevin's side of this thing
about the dog pounds and the wolf people.
- It's The Pack, Pop Pop.
- Who asked you any goddamn thing?
Whoever, it all makes sense.
I always believed that you can kill a mosquito with an ax,
because whenever you miss him, you scare it to death.
You understand?
- [Ty] Yes, Sir.
- Yeah, well, one enemy see you at war with another,
he may feel that you are vulnerable for attack.
So hitting him first just to keep it 100 makes sense to me.
What you got to say?
- Pop Pop, they not our enemy.
- Maybe they not your enemy but that don't mean-
- Kevin, goddamn it.
I got him.
- Like I said, The Pack not our enemy.
They're not my enemy, so why would they be the family's?
It don't make no sense.
- Huh.
That's true, but what's done is done.
We Simmons boys put our nuts on whatever we do.
We ain't got no regrets.
Ty, you got your brother's back on this one, right?
- Without a doubt.
- Good.
So from now on,
neither one of you make a move
without the other one knowing.
And if you don't agree, Kevin,
[Willy coughing]
you got the final word.
And this ain't no privilege.
It's a responsibility, boy,
and I'm holding you responsible.
You understand?
- Yes, Sir.
- Good.
Get on outta here.
Got some young pussy coming my way.
- We ain't even finished the game yet, Pop Pop.
- What?
Oh,
[Willy laughing]
yeah, the game.
Huh.
[Willy laughing]
Checkmate.
Oh, it'll be a cold day in Hell.
- Yo, fuck Guy Summons.
He the old, I'm the new.
Why would Kevin even think I would try to kill his old ass?
- Kevin always on some bullshit.
This just give him an excuse.
- Yeah, maybe, but that don't change the fact that
they was able to hit us up too close.
- How you think he did it?
- We definitely about to find out.
Special, they all in there?
- [Special] They all in there, bro.
- The whole crew?
- The whole fucking crew.
- All right, let's get to it.
Fellas,
now we all know why we here.
Rico,
Pappy,
Black,
dead.
- What's up, Vee?
What's the plan, my nigga?
Because it's payback time.
- You right.
But it ain't the Simmons that I'm worried about.
There's a rat in this crew,
a traitor among us.
- What?
Just say the word, Vee.
Who is it?
- Y'all motherfuckers think I'm stupid.
How the fuck did Kevin even know where the fuck to find us
at the drop of a dime?
Ain't nobody got nothing to say?
Was it you?
Was it you, Crook?
- Nah, Vee, I swear on everything.
- But you was with him at the club, right?
You was there when he died, right?
Right?
Huh? [ominous music]
Go ahead.
[round firing]
You was with my nigga when he died and you ain't do shit?
[rounds firing]
You ain't fucking do shit?
[ominous music intensifies]
You rep this shit or you die, period.
Now, I'm gonna find the motherfucker who did this
and I'm killing your whole fucking family.
That's on Rico,
that's on Pappy,
and that's on Black.
Now y'all get the fuck outta my face.
Get the fuck outta my face.
Nobody is above suspicion.
No one.
- Bitch ass nigga.
[hip hop music]
♪ Man I do this shit in blood homie ♪
♪ Bitch I got my own
♪ I don't need security in the club ♪
♪ All they woofing on and these niggas ♪
♪ I thought you was a thug
♪ I ain't got nowhere to go
♪ I shot up everywhere they was ♪
♪ You done know
♪ Took this shit from you
♪ You gonna get it back in blood ♪
♪ Brr brr
♪ Bitch come get it back in blood ♪
♪ We ain't masked up in no Dodge ♪
♪ Rich niggas know who it was
♪ Before this shit just like the eighties ♪
♪ Once I'm back
♪ Get it in blood
♪ Yeah you know who took this shit from you ♪
♪ Come get it back in blood
♪ If a nigga killer ain't dead
♪ You shouldn't wear no R-I-P shirt ♪
♪ We had 300 shots up in the car before we picked up dirt ♪
♪ You niggas who ain't shit got going ♪
♪ Go grab a piece and get alert ♪
♪ Shots the G posts R-I-P
♪ Easy in the dirt
♪ Brr
♪ You gotta know I go too far
♪ Get two Os up on this honey
♪ One of 'em might stand for O Block ♪
♪ Like 20 some shots left up in the K15 still in the Glock ♪