The Breaks

Previously on "The Breaks"...

Fouray manufactures receipts when he's on tour,

and he pockets the cash when he's reimbursed.

You're gonna trust this ho over your boy?

What the fuck you talking about?

I have this fantasy that we would cut the album,

and it saves hip hop from going pop.

Our audience is not interested in the noise you call hip-hop.

Hey, Bernard, this the kid I was telling you about.

Played that PE at WPPS.

Let me know if you're ever really ready to talk.

Otherwise...

Hands against the car.

- Wait... - What'd I do?

You can't arrest him! Deevee!

Mr. Van Putten is my client.

You call fucking Juggy to get our friend out of jail.

I'm supposed to just let him sit in a cell

because you got daddy issues?

So you the middle-man?

No, I negotiate

with the label on behalf of the artist.

Thanks for your time, huh?

Gonna start my own label.

Better come on, boy.

He might be snitching, kid's gotta go.

How long am I supposed to be in here?

You got somewhere to be?

Nah, I...

I mean, yeah, I'd like to go home,

take a shower and whatnot.

They got a shower at the precinct.

Didn't you shower over there?

Look, I... I mean, nah...

nah, um, I... they didn't let me.

- What they let you do? - Nothing.

- What'd you tell 'em? - Nothing.

You sure?

Yes, I'm... I'm positive.

So we gonna work together.

Most definitely.

A'ight.

Let's work.

We should fight more often.

Mm-hmm.

Oh... what about in, like, ten minutes?

Stop being so stupid.

Hey, should we try Deevee again?

Where? He's not at his dad's.

Oh, you don't think he went back to Juggy's, do you?

Last thing I need is my best friend

and my girlfriend hanging out with Juggy all the time.

David, it was an emergency.

I got it, I got it, I'm... look, I'm glad

that Deevee is not in jail,

and I am glad that Juggy was at home.

- Me, too. - Good.

Can you come back to bed now?

Stop, I gotta go.

You know if I'm on the ground floor

of Barry's new label, then I'm part of the foundation.

Yeah, but didn't you start, like, yesterday?

Let him feel you out and... just, like, bring you along at his own pace.

If I'd've done that, I'd've never gotten the job in the first place.

I hear congratulations are in order.

You shouldn't have.

Little Mattie Taylor.

Head of black music.

From promo assistant to big office with a view.

Not that I was ever invited to the last one, but...

Well, clearly you don't wait for an invitation.

Well, I guess that's the thing about foresight.

Where would we be if we waited for what we wanted?

So, black music.

That's not where I left it, that's for sure.

But you got a solid roster here, right?

You got Keith Sweat, Tay Six.

Don't forget Al B... with that face and that voice,

women all over this country are gonna be wet with anticipation.

Well, not every woman.

What brings you by, Juggy?

I heard you might be

adding the hip hop to your repertoire.

My chairman says there's gold in them-there hills.

But he said that about disco too, so.

This might be different.

My son David, he's crazy about it.

He thinks radio's gonna catch on eventually.

What do you say you and me, we get out in front of this?

Huh?

Kids, what do they know, right?

I don't know.

You want me to work some records for you?

Be just like the old days,

you know, but this time, you call all the shots.

That's really gracious of you, Juggy.

- Hmm. - Are you also going to allow me to choose

which markets I wanna push my acts in,

or do you still owe Cap Reynolds a favor for Tulsa?

Oh, my, Mattie.

No one's supposed to know about that.

Nobody does.

About Cap...

Never in a million years.

You don't wanna hear me out?

Juggy, it was nice to see you.

You heard the man, he likes this.

He's not even giving him another song.

Well, Tommy Boy is going to drop him

if he doesn't deliver the song,

which means that he won't be able

to finish the new album, which means...

Okay, that means that we take a different approach.

- With D Rome? - With everybody, with everything.

We let Tommy Boy drop D Rome.

What?

We're gonna let Tommy Boy drop D Rome.

- and we're gonna sign him. - To what?

Fouray Records.

Barry, we don't have the money for a label...

I didn't have the money when I started this company.

- You ever had a check that bounced? - Actually...

I just need a way to show him that we're all about D Rome.

You know, some way to show him that he should believe in us.

Something that Tommy Boy won't do,

something that Gordy can't do,

so that motherfucker stop putting shit in D Rome head.

The Ride concert.

It's tonight. Keith Sweat is the headliner.

Maybe we can get Keith to let D Rome spit his verses on that song.

Live, in front of thousands of screaming fans.

- That's insane. - That's a great idea, yeah.

That's insane, that's exactly why we need to do it.

That's perfect, that's a perfect idea.

I love it, I love it, I love it, Ms. Unreasonable.

That's great, very...

Ahh-ahh-ahh, where you going? No, no-no-no.

I need you to chill out here and work on that business plan

for the record label, we need it perfect.

- Come on, Barry... - Stop, I don't even wanna hear it.

Come on, come on.

- Hey, what's up, D? - What's happening, man?

King!

What up, man, you making love

to some lucky woman on-stage tonight? Huh?

Ha-ha, Fouray. What's up, baby?

I know you ain't here for a cut.

Ah, man, no-no-no-no, come on, come on.

- Stop, please, I mean... - He's good.

Recognize me, man.

I ain't the one with sharp objects.

Keith, I need to holler at you for one second

about D Rome, though, you got a hot second?

Your boy is hot. He killed the remix.

That's what I'm saying, so let's see if we can, like,

work it out he perform with you tonight on the stage?

Hey, that's not the blade you used last time.

Remember how you sculpted right above my ear?

Do that again, baby, come on now.

So, what's up? What you think?

I mean, I guess so. Is it cool with Bernard?

Bernard? I don't need to talk to Bernard,

bring up the past, for what?

He only really care that you headlining his show

and not Sampson's show, like, for what?

Listen, you take Anita Baker on the stage,

Y'all do "Make It Last Forever."

Do you need Bernard's permission?

All right, baby, you got it.

Hey, bring your man side of stage.

I'll pass him the mic before I'm done.

Aah! That's what's up.

We're out of credentials.

Man, my name is my pass.

All right, hey, I'll see you later, man.

I'mma go get D Rome, you go get Josie

and meet me backstage.

Look, make sure that he look right

and y'all are on time, you got that?

- I got it, Barry. - Good.

That'll give me some time to... to work Mattie Taylor.

Listen, Nikki, good idea.

Very, very good idea, I like that.

Oh shit, Barry!

I need credentials.

Have you ever tried to do, like, a... like, a hook?

What?

You know, like, a hook,

like something that goes in between everything

so it doesn't sound like you just...

going on and on and on?

I mean, people like to sing along.

I ain't singing.

I know you're not singing, but just...

You think my shit 's whack?