Hustle & Heat

Where are you going?

The Jeffersons about to come on.

Damn! Taking this role-playing thing a little serious, don't you think?

Shut up. You talk too much.

For real, where the hell is my TV?

Your ass is ringing. You want me to get it?

Just keep it hot. Wait. Talk to me!

Pier 16, half an hour.

- What? - You wanted to come to the Player's Ball.

Here's your invitation.

I'm sorry.

That was the President.

Puffy remixed the national anthem.

They need me.

Mr. Miyako is expecting you. Follow me.

Thank you. Do I sense an accent?

- Yes, I'm from the Bahamas. - Really? I know Rick Fox.

Do you know him? Turn around, girl.

Vanessa Williams!

I'll be back.

Hey, what's up, Miyako? My man.

Relax.

What's going on with your boy here? My man needs a girlfriend.

He's just doing his job.

Boy, you...

You never cease to amaze me. Look at all these fine women sitting around you, boy.

What's cracking, man?

This is what you've been waiting for.

Hang out. Maybe you'll learn something tonight.

One of my dogs is fighting next.

I didn't come here to watch dogs fight. I came here to get paid.

This is a party. Relax. Enjoy yourself.

I just got a page from Smokey Robinson. I need to call him.

He's deaf in one ear and there's a lot of noise here.

I'll go call him outside. I'll be right back.

If your guy keeps looking at me the way he's looking at me...

tell him I'll throw him a fucking beating...

where his mother won't know him when she see him.

His fucking face will look like a fucking pizza pie or something.

I'll be right back.

Get him some ass.

Captain...

get down to Pier 16.

They're shipping the cocaine in liquid form.

And get this: They're shipping it in dogs.

- I don't get down like that, brother. - Who you calling?

I'm calling my girlfriend, that's who I'm calling. Damn cell phones.

Just bad reception, man. All I keep hearing is...

Gunshots reported at Pier 16. All harbor units respond. Code 3.

How're you gonna just leave the party like that, man?

I missed The Jeffersons to be here.

Fuck you, cop.

I knew you were gonna wanna fight.

All right.

Did I thank you for inviting me to the Player's Ball?

All right.

By the way, I am not a cop!

- Your money's in the regular place. - Beautiful.

- Who's gonna get credit for this one? - I think we'll give this one to Boston.

He's worked hard, hasn't had a bust in a while.

- Boston needs to lighten up. - That'll be Lieutenant Boston after this one.

Ain't that something?

- Anything I can do for you? - Think I can keep the car another day?

You're pushing it.

How about your niece? All right. I'm just kidding.

- I'm thinking about it, though. - Everybody else hit it.

This was the shit, man! We gotta do this again sometime.

When are you getting out? 30, 40, 50 years?

What, you got something in your eye?

- This ain't over. - I'm scared.

Yo, Rad! Get in the car.

Move, motherfucker! Move!

You've got the wrong guy, brother.

I've been looking for you, motherfucker.

I ain't gonna be but too many more "motherfuckers."

Shit!

- What's up, bitch? - What's up, baby?

- Hold this. - What's good, daddy?

- That's my man, Tico. - Tico almost got fucked up.

Good to see you. It's been too long. What's popping? You missed me?

It's hard to miss a brother...

when you see a poster of him on Sunset Boulevard every day.

- What's up? When the album dropping? - Next week.

In fact, we're on our way to a listening party now.

- Wanna roll out? - Ain't nothing to talk about.

Let's do it. Yo, driver, we off, baby. Let's go.

Y'all make some motherfucking noise...

for New Freedom Records' multi-platinum artist...

Benjamin, a.k.a. Killer Ben!

This is for my niggas doing biz hold ya head

Mix tuna fish with the squid, hold the bread

For those getting hit at the board got to get a reward

Park at the gate with incredible doors

This is D block, daddy We touch dudes with Kalis

Give bricks to D, does juice from Cali

Do it for the adolescents wildin'

In the O.G. 's on the tail with silk shirts at Bally's

So what did you think?

You were putting it down. That's what I like to see.

Ain't nothing. You ain't heard the half.

I got some more real fire for you to hear. Heard me?

You know I gotta hear it.

Yeah, definitely.

Check it out, Dre. I really gotta roll.

- I'll catch up with you later. - All right.

- One love, baby. - All right.

- What's cracking, Andre? - What's up, B.?

You know, I find it very disrespectful...

that you're talking to my artist while he's under contract with me.

I'm gonna tell you this one time, and one time only.

- Don't be fucking with my ones. - I was being friendly with him, that's all.

You want to be friendly? Buy yourself a motherfucking poodle.

This P.I. Thing must have really worked out for you?

What's your ball game now? You still coaching down...

You know I'm still coaching. We're going to the championship.

Hard to believe, with a ball hog for a coach.

Since you my dog and all that, look how I'm doing here, baby.

What? You got married?

Last week in Vegas. Just me and her.

- Who is she? - Her name is Venus.

She out of town right now, but she's fine. An angel.

- You serious? - I hope my mom likes her.

- They're gonna meet up tomorrow night. - You know mas is a tough critic.

- That sounds real good. - I gotta get out of here.

- Meet me at Stevie's, Ventura, Friday. 7:30? - Do that. Well done.

Bring the car around back, dog.

You're getting your coat put on you like you're James Brown now.

- I'm gonna see you on Friday, all right? - Good seeing you.

- Stay up. - You too, man. Don't stand me up, man.

No, never that.

Will that be all, sir?

Actually, Rhonda, I was hoping I could get a...

It's on your napkin.

Benjamin. Coincidence running into you over here.

What's up?

I'll kick it straight with you, 'cause I'm a businessman and all.

Funk U Up Records know about your contract with New Freedom.

Basically, we ready to do whatever it take to make you a part of the team, player.

I'm straight, you know.

What do you mean? Think you're too good for us?

The last album you all put out was called Garbage Truck Juice.

If I didn't know better, I'd think your bad-boy ass is trying to insult me.

- Get the fuck out of here. - I ain't even going to trip off that, man.

Just sign this letter of intent, and we're good, baby.

- I'm straight, dog. - Kid, I'm not asking you.

- Who the fuck are you? - I'm the one who'll make you reconsider.

Hey, fellows. What's up, man?

- We got a problem here? - You bet your ass we got a problem.

I ain't got no problem kicking somebody's ass your size.

That's factory equipment for me, baby.

But him, you may have a problem.

- Go on. Get the fuck out of here. - Get your big hamburger-ass out of here.

Get the fuck out of here.

Fake-ass suit. Get in the damn car!

Just remember what I said, Benji! I'm gonna see you, man.

- This is your life, right here! - Whatever.

- Where's your bodyguard, man? - I don't know.

- My bad, man. - Yeah, all right. Whatever.

- What's that all about? - It ain't nothing, you know. Just business.

- What's up, Rad? - What's going on?

How cute!

Yeah. I finally found a man that won't leave you.

- Check yourself. - What's up? What you got for me today?

Now, mind you, this is a bit generic for my taste...

- but it's definitely your steelo. - Boy, I can't wait.

I love you.

- Did you just turn that on? - Yeah, why?

- Give me the doll, Rad. - No, I like it. What?

- Give me the goddamn doll, Rad! - Lisa, what is your problem?

Give me the goddamn doll, or I'm gonna jack your ass off.

Too late.

- What the fuck was that? - I call it the Tracy Doll.

- Like in your ex-boyfriend Tracy? - Made sense at the time.

You got issues.

- I live in L.A. Don't blame me. - Oh, my goodness.

- You know what the problem is? - What?

You sell all your good stuff to Sharper lmage.

- Then you give your boy the bullshit. - Sharper lmage pays me.

- You're gonna take it there? - Yeah. And, Rad...

how about letting me go out with you? I'm tired of being huddled up in here.

You know I can do it. I'm practicing Tae Bo.

- That was a good move. Do that again. - What?

Let me see that move again.

Yeah, okay. Lisa.

- Let me think about it. - Think about it.

No.

Tell me, what's up with this Wild Wild West?

Don't touch, all right? See this one here?

This one can knock out a 300-pound man 100 yards away.

I call it Magilla.

And this one, here.

I'm not exactly sure what this one does, because I haven't used it yet.

What is it supposed to do?

Inject adrenalin into the sexual glands...

thereby causing deep passion.

I call it Thriller.

Okay. Why the hell would you need something like that?

You're kidding, right?

- You keep the love potion. - Okay.

I'm gonna see you later.