Wu-Tang: An American Saga

‐ Laurie? Oh, my God! Whoo!

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

I would've gotten a bed ready.

‐ No, don't worry about it!

You know, I'm staying with a friend anyway.

‐ Thank God. ‐ What's his name...this time?

‐ What you mean, "this time"?

So how long have you two been a thing?

‐ Yo, Rie, I need you.

My mom, she, like‐‐ she got fucked up.

I need you to take care of Darius and Darren.

You think we gonna get married and have kids?

Kids that turn out like Darius and Darren?

Is that what you really want?

‐ Yes. ‐ You don't get it.

‐ This shit sound kinda right.

‐ Four! And then yo' ass, you come in next.

‐ As long as my gun clap, I ain't gotta rap.

‐ Where's Shotgun at?

‐ Something happened with a forklift.

He messed up his ankle. He ain't been back since.

‐ Fuck this shit. We'll find another way to get the weed.

‐ Did you say weed?

That's the hustle we need.

It's foolproof.

No 5‐0, no real comp.

Shit is stress‐free.

My son heady sent me a kite.

Said that nigga 'Vine got fucked up

and thrown in the box.

Heard he lookin' at, like, 20.

That nigga rockin' the box.

You gonna be shittin' on the hood now.

This ride is yours.

Christmas came early, my nigga.

‐ Whoo‐hoo‐hoo!

‐ It's not just you up in here.

It's us, your family.

‐ I'll take the deal.

Everything felt just...dark...

And wrong.

It felt like I was in some kinda, uh, monster movie.

And when I looked up, you know,

I suddenly realized that I was the monster.

And the people that I was terrorizing was my family...

The people that I loved.

Hey, I‐I hurt myself.

I hurt my moms. I...

I hurt my relationship to the Lord.

By the time I realized that I was a‐‐an addict,

it was too late, you know?

Crack had consumed my life.

Uh, I was a fiend.

I don't know if I could ever forgive myself

for the‐‐ the pain I caused.

But I...

but I wanna change.

You know, crack‐‐ crack will never own me again.

Thank you.

‐ Crack cocaine is waging a brutal war on our island.

And I intend to be brutal back.

But I believe a successful war

is only measured by how we treat the survivors,

who are its real victims.

I'm releasing you on parole, Mr. Diggs.

Eight months to be served

in a rehab facility of the court's choosing.

Good luck, and merry Christmas.

‐

Damn, who is this? Oh, shit.

This is that joint I heard in Park Hill the other day.

Someone from our neighborhood made this shit?

Now they're playing it here?

Then you know this shit is phat.

Yo, you make this beat, man?

‐ Yeah. ‐ It sound like a hit.

‐ And one day soon, that real shit?

Yeah, that's gonna be up on that wall.

‐ Yo, sugar sell the pie, man.

‐ Let me, uh...

Give me some of them blank tapes.

Don't sell this shit to nobody else, all right?

If more come in,

put 'em in the back and I'll buy you out.

‐ Why this one? You think they sound different?

‐ Red top, blue top. ‐

Yo, you trying to brand like you out on the block?

‐ Why not?

All this shit is dope, right?

‐ Yes, it is, man. ‐

‐ Ah.

Come on, cripple.

‐ I can't believe I got hurt at work.

Yo, with these crutches... ‐ Uh‐huh.

‐ Getting to the bus,

the ferry...

in the winter?

Psh.

I was late for work every day, bro.

‐ Damn. ‐ Felt bad as a motherfucker.

‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ So I had to quit.

‐ Psh. ‐ Plus, my living situation‐‐

I mean, I love my moms,

but I can't be up in there no more.

‐ So where you staying at now? ‐ My nigga Rebel's,

till I get my own spot.

‐ Hey, if you're looking for any cash,

let me know if you want to be put on.

‐ Come on, now, you know that ain't me.

You know that.

Something gonna work out.

You hear that shit?

‐ Yeah! ‐ That's my shit.

You murderin' that.

‐ Yo. You hear that?

‐ Hell, yeah. ‐ Uh‐huh.

‐ Yeah, nigga. The whole hood is feelin' you.

‐ Shit.

Shit, them dreads need to start

sellin' our shit in there, son.

What you got in there?

‐ Oh, shit.

I was tryin' to show you these, yo.

‐ I like that yellow and black. ‐ You fuck with that?

‐ Hell, yeah. ‐ Yellow and black, right?

‐ Have them tapes swarmin' in the hood

like killer bees and shit.

‐ I like that shit, nigga.

‐ Damn, son. You definitely found your lane.

That beat is hard.

‐ Respect. ‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ Shit, I already got the next joint.

‐ Yo, I fuck with that, nigga. ‐ Oh, shit.

Ooh, I got a couple lines. Let me write that down.

I heard Divine gettin' out today.

You really stepped it up while he was gone.

‐ Yeah.

‐ Tell your brother I said what's up.

‐ I will.

‐ All right, boy. ‐ All right.

‐ Gotta make moves, son.

Talk soon.

‐ Curfew is at 2300, sharp.

You must get and keep a job to live here.

Employment is mandatory. No visitors allowed.

Group therapy is mandatory.

This way.

Don't touch each other.

Violate any of these rules and your ass will be violated.

I see fiends like you come and go by the thousands.

I don't do no favors, and I don't suffer no fools.

‐ Yo.

Check this out, big man.

I ain't ask you for no favors.

I damn sure ain't no fool.

‐

You don't want to mess with me.

I will throw your ass out of here like a fucking javelin.

You'll be right back serving your full sentence.

You understand me, youngblood?

‐ Yeah.

I understand.

‐ Must feel real good to have your boy back home.

‐ I couldn't take another day with him in the cage.

And I couldn't thank you enough for sending us that lawyer.

‐ That's a big order, smart lady.

You know, my Aunt Gina always used to say

you want to keep a man out of trouble,

keep his stomach full

and his balls empty.

First part's your territory... obviously.

‐

‐ Ricky.

Looks like your sister and Ricky are hittin' it off.

You got my numbers, right, Ricky?

So how come y'all don't play the numbers here?

‐ 'Cause I don't shit where I eat.

You could learn somethin' from that.

The first time I played your song,

I had my whole class dancing.

Even the girls.

‐ Oh, word?

You was dancing with the girls?

‐ I tried to, and then Miss Shesh came over

and took the tape.

Can you make me another copy, Bobby?

‐ Yeah, of course I can make you another copy.

I can make all your friends copies.

I just bought a bunch of blank tapes today.

Can somebody give me a hand?

‐ Yo, Aunt Laurie!

How long it's been, huh? Oh! ‐

I don't know, but I'm happy to see you.

You know my visit would not have been complete

without laying my eyes on the man of the house.

Hey.

How's your mom? Is she okay?

‐ Yeah, she doing good.

Yo.

What is this, Pelle Pelle?