Big Trouble In Seattle

Hey Mom.

Hey.

How's your book coming along?

It's coming great.

I’m almost done, actually.

I'm gonna see if I can get it published when I finish.

Well, that'll be exciting.

Fingers crossed.

Have you heard anything from Auntie Melissa?

Uh, no.

No, I haven't.

I tried reaching out to her but she still doesn't wanna talk to me.

Mom,

is everything all right?

- Yeah, sweetie, everything's fine. - Seriously, what's going on?

I told you, it's nothing.

Mom, don't lie to me.

- If you really wanna know, I'm meeting with Mr. Big.

La'Marr?

Yes, Brittney. I need to finish what I started.

- What are you talking about? I'm coming with you. - No, absolutely not!

- Please, Mom. - No!

- Please, I don't want you to go by yourself. - I can handle myself.

I don't want you getting caught up in this mess.

Right now,

I need you to stay put.

Do you understand me?

In the meantime,

I want you to clean up this house.

It's your birthday tomorrow.

Okay.

Fine, all right.

Thank you.

I will be back.

I promise.

I love you.

I love you too, Mom.

Mom, Mom!

No!

Yeah, that's what the fuck you get.

Look who it is.

What's up, Big?

Where's Reese?

- Oh he was here, he had to leave to take care of business.

Seriously,

why do you want me?

Look, he left you a letter.

A letter?

What the fuck is this?

He coulda called me.

You know how Reese is.

Hey!

What the hell you think you're doing?

Come with me. - I just...

Come with me.

No.

What?

I have some business to take care of.

Hey boss, look who I found spying on us.

Brittney?

You really thought you could just sneak up on us, huh?

You know what, I'm gonna end this now. - You murderer.

Funny you'd mention that.

I wasn’t…

Police, hands, hands!

Hands up.

Now!

Hands up where I can see 'em. - Clever.

Hands behind your head!

Turn around.

Why didn't they kill him?

You actually bought a gift?

- Yeah, of course I did. - What'd you get?

Got her some books by her favorite author, actually.

That was sweet of you.

I know she'll love them.

Thank you, Alex.

What'd you get her, Dre?

I didn't buy her a damn thing.

Babe.

What?

I thought you said you got her something.

Why the hell would I waste my money?

I mean especially if she may not show up.

Dude, she'll be there, okay.

John, you said that last time and she wasn't there.

Goodness man,

as of late I just can't deal with her. - You, you be nice.

Seriously, okay.

You know what she's been going through

and we need to be there for her.

You know, my patience is just wearing real thin.

Of course it is.

Okay, let's just go there.

Let's see what happens. - I agree with Alex.

All right, it'd be good for all of us to see her.

Yeah, if she shows up.

Shut up, Dre.

I'm surprised you could hear me.

It's not like you know how to whisper.

Let's go.

It's a bunch of gangsters.

It seems like it is, but.

All rise.

The Honorable Judge Jamie presiding.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Are all parties present?

- Yes, your honor. - You may be seated.

Go ahead.

Mr. Watkins,

where were you the night Douglas Hayes was murdered?

I was at home

watching old black and white movies.

Interesting,

so you and your organization weren't behind the West Lake murder?

Nah, I did not commit those crimes.

Quiet everyone.

You may continue.

Mr. Watkins,

we have footage that looks a lot like you and your team

killing Douglas... - Excuse me!

There is no evidence that proves that Mr. Watkins is behind the murder.

In fact, the footage we received

shows that it could be any number of gangs

that are popping up around the city. - Lower your volume and have a seat.

Those are the gangs you should be after. Your honor.

Everyone quiet, please.

Quiet, please.

This case will reconvene next Tuesday.

La'Marr Watkins, you will remain in the county jail until then without bail.

Court adjourned.

I knew it. I knew this was gonna happen.

No, I frickin told you guys.

I knew she wasn't gonna come.

It's such a waste.

Dre, can you for once in your life just be nice.

No, I'm tired of dealing with this bullshit.

- Let's just wait a few extra minutes. - What?

Dude, we've been here for an hour and I haven't even ordered yet.

All I've got is this nasty ass water that tastes like shit.

I asked'em for two lemons and they only gave me one.

I mean, how do you mess up on that? - Dre!

- Like, how do you do that? - Calm down.

John, did you actually talk to her?

Yeah, I did actually, earlier today

when she told me that she was gonna come.

Yeah, well obviously that was a lie.

Look who it is.

Sorry I'm late, you guys.

- It's fine we were just getting ready to order. - Yeah.

Let me take a look at the menu.

- I would actually, I would check out the pizza.

It's actually really good.

I'm gonna have to try that out.

I really missed you guys.

You guys just don't even understand.

I'm glad that you made it.

It's so good to see you.

So, tell us, how have you been?

Sorry guys.

No, no, no. Don't apologize.

It's okay, it's all right.

I was there today.

Where?

Mr. Big's trial.

His case is on hold. - Hey!

Are you serious?

Can't we all just have a nice lunch together?

Brittney, that man is getting ready to face life in prison,

I mean what's wrong with... - Dre!

Dude, seriously.

- Brittney, don't. - Shut up.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Not even two minutes in and this happens.

You are such an asshole.

Are you serious?

- Hey, hey, hey. Don't listen to him. He's just an asshole.

Are you all right?

- I need to go. I just need some time. - Just stay.

I just need some time, I'm sorry you guys.

Put their fingerprints all over the weapons

and then we'll turn them into the police station.

With the new and overwhelming evidence

they'll be forced to release La'Marr

and put Brittney and her friends away for a long time.

Now, if that doesn't work

we'll have to put plan B into effect.

Understood?

Really, yo?

Come on.

Mr. Big is locked up.

We could do what we want.

Think about it.

Are we really gonna take orders

from a guy with a corny ass, Saturday morning cartoon character's name?

- Oh, I don't think Reese would like that very much now would he?

All right, let me get this straight.

You're trying to tell us

that we should forget about the case

and let Mr. Big rot in prison.