The Last O.G.

All my life, people told me

I'd never be good at anything.

I've decided to prove them wrong.

Unfortunately, you don't get credit

for being good at selling crack or convincing women

that making love to them with your socks on still counts.

So when I got locked up, I made up my mind

that I was gonna be good at something legit.

I discovered I had mad culinary skill.

Now it's time for me to share my gift with the world.

Behold, the dessert loaf...

The shining star of my prison cuisine.

Okay, so what I was thinking

was a South American theme.

Hold on a second.

Oh, my God.

Oh, really?

Shay Shay, why you not taking my calls?

Tray, um, now is not a good time.

I got me this smart phone.

This Russian dude jail-broke it for me.

Well, that's nice, but I'm...

Got games, a camera,

even a fitness app that count all my steps.

I feel like "The Six Million Dollar Man" up in this mug.

But I spent all my money on this smart phone.

Now I feel like the $1.50 kid.

Well, Tray, I'm in the middle of a meeting, okay?

Damn! That's your office?!

Nice!

Why don't you introduce me

to some of your colleagues and whatnot?

Uh, sorry, I have to take this really quick.

I'm gonna step out.

Just work amongst yourselves, all right?

Yo, Shay. Just work amongst yourselves?

Where'd you go?

The screen just went black! Man, I can't see you!

What do you want?

I'm just saying hello.

Tray, stop calling me.

When can I meet the kids, Shay?

You want to see the kids? My kids?

Our kids.

Oh, I don't know.

How about when you get a job

or volunteer at a community center?

Something.

In other words, make something of yourself.

All the adults in my kids' lives

are positive role models,

and I very much want to keep it that way.

So it would probably be a waste of time

to ask you to show your booty on camera, huh?

- Boy... - Shay, wait a minute.

Get off my phone!

I'm sorry, can you run that by me one more time, because, uh...?

I said I would like to become head chef at D.B. Delgotti's.

It's pronounced D.B. Delguadio's,

and we already have a head chef.

His name is D.B. Delguadio.

He's one of the top chefs in the city.

Well, why don't y'all build another D.B. Delgottio's,

make me head chef,

and it'd be a prison theme?

Interesting idea, but I don't think

it's something Mr. Delguadio would want to pursue.

Okay. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

I see I got to make you a believer, young man.

Are you ready?

I d... I don't know.

Let me know. Are you ready?

- I... - Are you ready?

- I don't... - You ready?

- I don't think s... - Are you ready?

- Uh, sure. - Coming at ya.

- Okay. - Coming quick.

- Okay. - Blauw!

Yeah?

What is... What is that?

It's called a dessert loaf.

You should try it.

Got a little piece waiting right here for you.

I really don't want to try anything.

- Give me your hand. - Oh, okay.

Turn it around. Put that in there.

- Oh. - Taste it.

Mm-hmm?

See, the crunchiness that you tasting,

that's coming from the Chex Mix.

The sweetness comes from Reese's Pieces.

And that aroma that's going up in that pretty, little nose...

That's a pretty, little nose you got...

That's from a splash of pruno.

Wow.

You ain't never tasted nothing like that.

No, uh, never.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

What I make tastes good.

That's why you should hire me as head chef.

Okay?

Here. I could turn this place around.

We don't need a head chef,

and our restaurant does not need turning around.

- We're doing just fine. - Pastry chef.

- We don't need a pastry chef. - Line cook.

We have a full kitchen.

I could take garbage out.

We have a full garbage staff.

I'll put a dress on, be a waitress.

Yeah, I... and I really appreciate that, but...

I don't mind. How about the lowest position here...

Assistant manager?

I'm the assistant manager. So...

You are?

Well, in that case, I'd like to file a complaint, man.

I've been treated very rudely here today.

Very rudely.

Ah, man.

Big Country. Why they call you that, anyway?

Was fat cracker already taken?

Kaboom! I'm on fire today, boy.

You just mad, 'cause I'm a better card player than you.

What?

Fool, you crazy.

I'm a card sharp.

You hear him?

He just called himself a card shark.

Card sharp with a "p."

Boy, y'all just a bunch

of ignorant convicts, I swear, man.

I got to dumb it down just to talk to y'all.

Like talking to a bunch of fifth graders.

I may be dumb, but I'm still gonna take all your money.

No, no, no. This just pretend right here.

We all had a $10 buy-in.

When we done, we all getting $10 back.

That's some bullshit.

Yeah.

Great.

So how much we playing for?

Nice threads, Tray.

Nigga, that suit is wearing you.

That suit need a hem in it.

- A hem. - Are those shoulder pads?

Yuk, yuk, yuk. Laugh it up, man.

I'm trying to improve my life

while y'all sitting on your asses playing cards.

Okay? I got ambitions in this world.

I'm gonna find me a job.

That's good. I see you are following my orders.

Very good.

Everybody in my house gots to get a job.

I'm doing this on my own accords, Mullins.

It ain't got nothing to do with you.

No, you following my orders. That's what you doing.

Where you looking?

Restaurants.

You know burger flippers don't have to wear no monkey suit.

You know that, right?

High-end restaurants.

All y'all know my skills in the kitchen.

I'm gonna be a chef. Gourmet chef.

That's great, Barker.

That's great. You know what?

Would you mind bringing me an order of fries with that?

With some aioli dipping sauce.

Make 'em truffle fries.

And a fava bean pesto.

Hey, Tray, if you going for real,

can you bring some fries back, though?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

We don't employ anybody with a criminal record.

Last felon I hired

stole four boxes of frozen meat out of the walk-in.

Never again. Take a hike, pal.

Ex-con? Yo, get the fuck out of here.

You kidding me?

Hell, no!

Hi. Welcome to Grundle's.

What can I get started for you today?

I just need the key to use the men's room.

Um, the bathrooms are for paying customers only,

so unless you're gonna buy something,

please step aside for the next paying customer in line.

What kind of policy is that?

Uh, that's a standard policy.

Don't grab that.

Don't you... Sir!

No! Please, no!

Restrooms are for paying customers only!

Yo, my man,

you need to come on out of here. Y...

- What's up, Wavy? - Dinner's ready.

Five girls, five boys.

Man, come on!

Put your hands up!

You have the right to remain silent.

- Anything you say... - What do we got here?

Wavy?