grown-ish

There are three major components

that make college a blast.

- Sex... - Oh!

But for me and my friends,

rock 'n' roll was more like hip hop with a hint of trap

and a former stripper spitting the verse.

But there's an underground scene to all of that.

And when it surfaces, things can get really dark.

- - And when that happens,

what was supposed to make college

the best time of your life can actually ruin it.

Hello.

Police everywhere?

Oh, my God, what happened?

Yo, some guy just got pinched.

Probably drugs.

Something about a dealer getting popped.

Yep, a classic two to the back of the head.

Mm.

Oh, no. I bet it was Vivek.

Yo, deadass, Vivek's dead.

What?

Hey guys.

Did somebody get shot?

So, turns out it wasn't Vivek.

It was one of the campus' biggest drug dealers, Arturo.

And it wasn't drugs that put him in the ambulance.

Yeah.

Arturo's girlfriend wasn't thrilled

with him throwing it to half the girls in her sorority.

So she shot him?

- That's insane. - That's cool!

Insane.

Obviously insane.

Well, is there anything I can get you?

Wow, your boy is touched you guys were so worried.

Yes. Very worried.

It's because your names are in my phone asking for pills.

- What? - What?

This guy.

If you can delete our text history, that'd be great.

Yes.

But, okay, honestly, Vivek,

if you're stressed out, we're here for you.

Why would I be stressed?

Because somebody who does what you do got shot.

I mean, if I knew

that girls with perfect hair and soulful eyes

were being targeted, I'd have a police escort on me 24/7.

- Targeted? - That's kind of...

That guy couldn't keep it in his pants.

That's got nothin' to do with V-Didge.

I appreciate the concern,

but I think you guys are overreacting.

No more drugs!

No police state!

So, apparently I wasn't the only one overreacting.

Cal U had officially declared a war on drugs,

and half the student body was not happy about it.

Students.

Students, calm down!

Calm down.

This is the same Cal U campus you know and love

only with unexpected drug testing and room searches.

It'll be like a surprise party only with grave consequences.

Consequences?

You think white students who pay full tuition are gonna be targeted?

Or those legacy fools?

No, it's gonna be students who look like us.

- Mr. Jackson, what are you doing? - I agree with you.

- No. - Let me see that really quick.

Thank you so much.

Everybody, wake up! All right?

Zero tolerance means zero minorities.

- No. No. - We need to stand up

- and say no to a police state. - No. That's...

- - Say no to a police state!

Say no to a police state! Thank you.

No police state! Students!

No police state!

What this young man said is, respectfully, not true.

Yes it is!

No matter the color of your skin,

white or...

non-white,

if you are caught with any contraband,

you will be expelled.

To quote the late, great Whitney, "Crack is whack."

It just is.

Whitney said a lot of things.

Ooh. An 11:00 AM Addy.

I see we've graduated from using it to study,

to party, to sunny and it's a Tuesday.

It's Wednesday,

so you're clearly the one with the problem.

- Mm. - I just have to study at some point.

Please tell me you're wearing that to be funny,

like when I wear my "Lesbians for Ben Carson" shirt.

Funny?

Nomi, a person died here last night.

This campus is basically becoming Miami

during the coke wars of the '80s.

Yeah, I mean, it's not like exactly what's going on here.

Well, no.

Not while Dean Parker's here cleaning up these streets.

- Oh, it is hot out here. -

He's our modern-day Ronald Reagan.

You go, Dean Parker!

Oh, yes, thank you, young lady.

I guess I kind of agree with Ana.

What?

Okay, the way she is eyeing

Dean Parker/your uncle is disgusting.

- Yeah. - But I don't want

- any of us to end up like Miami in the '80s. -

No more drugs!

What is wrong you with?

You look like you just got chased through a 10k.

I don't know. I don't feel so great.

I'm probably just burning up from all the oppression!

Uh, we gon' bounce.

You can fight the power,

but we got a big track meet coming up

and don't want to catch whatever the hell you got.

- Yeah, just keep your glistening - Guys. Guys.

oppression to yourself.

You must be going crazy.

Crazy? Why?

Because the administration is cracking down on dealers.

Please tell me you're out of business for a minute.

That look on Vivek's face

said he was far from out of business.

With Arturo gone and the other dealers on campus laying low,

the demand was high.

And Vivek, the only guy brave...

or stupid... enough to keep dealing had the supply.

And pretty quickly, he also had the monopoly.

In a matter of days, Vivek went from ashy to classy.

Dude stole that whole European kiss move from me.

Whatever. It's his now, I guess.

And our two-hour wait for a table

turned into VIP service.

Since when did Vivek,

the sweet dork whose mom still sends him

multivitamin coupons from Target,

become the king?

Um, since when did they add a VIP section at Titanium?

Everywhere I go now is VIP.

I've been to Paris.

Excuse me, what's happening with this new baby baller look?

Did you miss a layaway payment on your Givenchy?

Please, that look was nouveau riche.

This is low-key classy.

Money speaks and wealth whispers, bro.

- Mm. Yo.

- What up, man? - What's up, brother?

- Yeah, man. - Hey, we're posting up

at The Box tonight. You coming through?

Yeah, yeah, absolutely.

Okay, let me introduce you

to Balty Winthrop, the richest kid at Cal U.

Oh, and The Box is a super dope space on campus

where the Winthrop family used to store their crew boats.

And unfortunately for that nice family,

right now, it's in the hands of Balty.