Butter

Hey, enough with the horseplay, Mercado.

I mean it!

More fan mail, Jukebox.

Y'all still soaking those labels? Gonna soak you next.

Come on, Dexter. Don't do it, Blusette.

"Quintessential New York Club Kids Blusette Ford...

"and foster brothers Dexter Banks and Freddy Roland,

"soak labels off L.P.'s so other deejays can't bite their beats.

"Dexter was to produce the legendary Blusette demo tape...

"that led to her discovery by Rhythm Records' mogul Curtis 8-Ball Harris.

A family tiff ensued."

Jesse Collins here. Got my man Venom on the ones and twos.

If you are just tuning in, we are about to bless you...

with the freestyle sounds of one of Rhythm Records' tightest artists.

My man, Esaron, the Pretty Villain.

Jesse!

Butter, baby. Uh-huh.

Blusette Ford! Okay?

What you got for me today, Freddy?

I got you nothing but the good stuff.Come on with it.

All right.

Look out!

8-Ball told me to tell you, you got the first.

Shoot.

Long as I've been breaking off records for 8-Ball, I know I gots the first.

You know this sounds just like a--

Like a hit!

You know it is, my man. You know it is.

You know you're my first ad, right?

My first P-1 station.

I'm always glad to help a young brother bust that cherry.

Yeah!

When the man trusts you enough...

to deal with the likes of me,

you're coming up in the world!

Hey, hey!

Don't rock his boat.

You just ride that bad boy.

Yeah, all right. All right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know...

you got a job to die for.

and a piece of peach cobbler with Haagen-Dazs on it.

Hey, I'm not evil!

You can't play everywhere. You better get it, girl!

Ever ridden in a car like this? Huh?

Get out of the car.

Get out of the car!

Get the fuck out of the car!

Police! Drop it!

Drop it!

You do not move!

You are under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, you are a dumb motherfucker.

Now turn that shit down.

Now?Turn it down.

Come on, girl.

Sorry I missed the big party.

Girl, don't you even worry about that.

I gotta tell you thank you for that book. I read that every day!

You miss me, baby brother?

Do I miss you? Please!

8-Ball got the whole world playing your records 20 times a day.

Don't nobody miss you.

But looky here. Boo, ya!

Huh?God, I look fat.

Get outta here with that. You know you're lookin' butter!

So? Talk to me. How long you been back?

A couple hours.

Thank you for making me do it.

I feel like I got my soul out of a pawn shop. I never could've done it without you.

You work them 12 steps, one day at a time.

I got 407 days straight up. I'm chewing the hell out of some gum!

But the rest is cause and effect.

That is just it. I want to cause the effect.

I want to start making music, not just records. I want a new life, brand-new.

New music, new label, new management.Wait a minute.

New label, new management? Does 8-Ball know you talking like this?

I know the two of you have got this father-son thing going on. But you are so naive.

Blu, we are set up like fat cats. Okay?

Hello!

8-Ball has been working on some secret-ass deal.

I don't know what it is, but it's got to be epic 'cause nobody talkin' about it.

I know exactly what it is and who it's with, and I am not going to be a part of it.

Why are you being such a bitch?

He is playing you like a little bitch.

Oh, you think 8-Ball is the Man'cause he gives you a few little trinkets...

and a corporate card?

He ain't nothing but a common hoodlum and thief. Fuck him!

He does not care about you!

I made him hire your ass, so you'd have a job when you got out of rehab.

He will fire you the day I walk. Fuck him!

I see you've come back to us a well-balanced woman.

- You got a chip-- - A chip on each shoulder.

You are slipping, little brother.

You better read that book again. "As the man thinketh, so he lives."

This is the only chip I need.

What is wrong with you? 8-Ball got enough juice to make you bigger than anybody!

He can take you to the top!

You should know that lookin' down from the top ain't always that much fun.

How many times did I have to get your cryin', hyper-ventilatin'...

vertigo ass when we was kids?

I do not want to be on top. I want us to be the best!

Don't worry. Where I go, you go.

But you stay out of my way.

All right, picture this. It's 19--

- Fifty-nine. - Fifty-nine.

A small-time composer writes a smash hit...

for the biggest black star of the day.

Makes a few bucks, literally.

But he takes his earnings and he bets it on himself.

He finds a skinny kid with a singing group.

Cuts a new tune for a big label.

But they don't hear it. They can't hear it!

But he does, and he believes in that skinny kid.

So he borrows $800 from his family.

Takes that same record...

and promotes it straight to the street level.

That $800 was well-spent.

That composer...

became the richest black man in America.

And that pop star of the day? Was buried without a headstone.

Go figure. Only in this business.

I always wanted to meet you.

There you go!

How you doing?

Looking sharp.

Nice to see you.

Russell Simmons.

I'm surprised you ain't got your phone on.

Meet my brother Freddy.

"Thank you for coming. God bless. Good night."

You the man! I'm just tryin' to fit in your world.Keep going through here.

Dick!

Freddy, right?Yes, it is. How are you, Mr. Scott?

Having a good time?Yeah, it's cool.

Come on, honey.

Miss Ford, it's so nice to meet you! Would you like a drink?

No.

Mr. Roland, very nice ensemble.

Kenneth Cole? Very stylish.

Thank you very much... Lucy.

No, actually it's Carmen. I'm filling in for my girlfriend tonight.

You don't remember me?

I met you at H. Lorenzo on Sunset where I work. I sold you that suit.

I gave you a discount because we live in the same building.

Remember? You laughed because my name is Carmen Jones.

I'm sorry, I don't. But it's real nice to meet you right now.

Um, well, anyway it's nice meeting you.

Nice to meet you.

I gotta get back to work. Purple lace curtains.

Wait a minute, baby.

You're too cute to get away.

Freddy Roland.

Oh!

So I... get the special "booty" call card.

Special cards for special people, right?

Mr. Roland, I must inform you. I am a devout player hater.

Is that right?

To the skinny kid I believe in.

May he always drink champagne... for iced tea.