In the celebrity criminal justice system,
there are the so-called "musicians" who commit crimes
and the overpaid private defense attorneys who defend them.
This is one of their stories.
Just finished up with the clerk.
He's shook up but okay.
Said the guy just flipped out, started dancing like Michael Jackson,
then showed a gun and robbed the place.
Perp was a black male, around 19, really sexy...
Sexy?
Exactly how sexy?
Dimples, "honey brown" complexion,
chiseled abs, extra shiny chap-sticked lips...
Damn, that is sexy.
There's only one 19-year-old black male that matches that sexy profile.
- Pretty boy Flizzy. - Never heard of him.
Um, only the hottest up-and-coming R&B star!
You've heard of his songs, "Titty telethon"?
"Pleasure me orally"?
"Don't touch my anus, girl"?
- How would I have heard this? - Okay, I know you've heard "you make me wanna unh!"
All day long on the radio,
that's all I hear, even on the white stations.
No, I haven't heard "you make me wanna unh!"
That's disgusting.
Eh, it's not my thing, but it's what passes for R&B now, all right?
What can I say? I got teenage daughters.
They're into black guys, so this is what I got to hear.
What happened to the good old days
when black singers would dress in high-heel boots
or burn hookers with crack pipes?
You're showing your age, my friend.
Flizzy's in town, doing a show at Woodcrest post pavilion tonight.
I was hoping to go. Now I have an excuse.
♪ You make me wanna unh
♪ Like we havin' sex
♪ Baby, grab your ankles
♪ You know what's next
♪ I am the stone that the builder refused
♪ I am the visual, the inspiration that made lady sing the blues
♪ I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
♪ The same spark that lights the dark
♪ So that you can know your left from your right
♪ I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun
♪ The inner glow that let's you know to call your brother son
♪ The story that just begun
♪ The promise of what's to come
♪ And I'ma remain a soldier till the war is won
♪ Chop, chop, chop
♪ Judo flip Chop, chop, chop
♪ Judo flip Chop, chop, chop ♪
The Boondocks S04E01 Pretty Boy Flizzy
Granddad, what we got to eat?
- Rent! - I'm hungry!
Then have sleep for dinner! You can eat tomorrow.
You're getting fat anyway!
The security-camera footage you're watching
is allegedly of R&B superstar Pretty Boy Flizzy
holding up a liquor store in Woodcrest.
While it is difficult to clearly see the suspect's face,
authorities say his sexiness is an exact match.
This isn't Flizzy's first run-in with the law.
Last year, he received four months' probation
after beating his then-girlfriend Christianna
live onstage during the Grammys.
I'd just like to apologize to all my fans
for beating my hot R&B girlfriend.
I let my fans down.
Without you, I wouldn't even have an R&B girlfriend to beat.
A year before that, Flizzy received a two-year suspended
sentence for smuggling automatic weapons from Nicaraguan rebels.
I'd just like to apologize to all my fans
for smuggling automatic weapons from South American death squads.
I make no excuses, other than it was a really good deal
and they were throwing in a lot of free ammunition.
Six months ago, Flizzy was arrested for fighting in the.
V.I.P. section of a nightclub with Nicki Minaj.
I'd just like to apologize to all my fans,
for fighting in the V.I.P. section with Nicki Minaj.
In my defense, I thought she was a robot sent from the future to kill me.
Woodcrest tea party chairman Uncle Ruckus
staged a small protest at the venue today.
Who keeps giving these high-yellow felons record contracts?
Oh, oh, it's just a record you say!
Well, white folks, you won't be saying that
when the nigga that sings on that record
comes to town and impregnates all the white women of child-rearing age!
And that is exactly what he plans to do!
Just think of all the government money
and food stamps that them little mixed-race quadroon nigga
children will be consuming!
And they consume a whole lot more than regular children
'cause they eatin' for two races!
Others felt differently.
I don't care what anyone says.
Flizzy can whoop my ass anytime!
Come on! Beat it up, Fleezy!
Whoo!
Turn that down. Now listen, listen. Shh!
I'm tired of it! It's boring!
- It's boring me to death! - Sarah, please calm down!
I said, I apologize!
There you go again.
- You're doing it again! - Doing what?
- Apologizing! - You don't want me to apologize?
No, I don't!
Okay, I'm sorry I'm apologizing.
- You did it again! - Sarah, calm down!
I'm sorry. Shit. I'm sorry! Shit.
Jesus, I can't stop!
Oh, I swear to god, Tom, if you apologize again, you are out of here!
I'm...
Mmm. Okay.
Then just tell me what to do.
That's the problem, Tom! I don't want to tell you what to do!
I want you to do what I want you
to do but because you want to do it!
What? But why not just tell me?
Because! No woman wakes up and says,
"Gee, I hope my man does everything I tell him to today."
You're the man, Tom!
Sometimes I want you to dominate!
Take control! If I'm out of line, put me in check!
Sure, honey. Whatever you say.
- Argh! Tom! - Fine!
I hear you!
From now on, I'll take control,
and I won't apologize anymore.
Except, wait. You wanted me to stop apologizing,
so I'm supposed to do the opposite of that. Right?
Yeah, so then I guess I will apologize, then... If that's all right with you.
Sorry?
Get out.
- Now, honey, don't do... - Get out!
Ow!
- Aw, man, here he come! - Riley, hit the lights!
Mmm-hmm.
Huey, electronics! Enough is enough.
I'm tired of that henpecked simp
coming over here every time she throws him out,
screaming like a little bitch.
This time, he can sleep in the yard.
While it is difficult to clearly see the suspect's face,
Please.
It's toilet paper and a pop-tart.
Hey, don't tell my granddad about this.
We not supposed to feed you.
♪ I'm guapped up, crazy doe
♪ I'm guapped up, crazy hoes ♪ I'm guapped up, crazy doe
I really don't think it's prudent to record an attorney meeting.
I'm not recording. This is a live stream.
What's up? Y'all know who it is...
Pretty beezy flee-yeezey-weezy, you know?
I appreciate all the love and support y'all been sending me
since the whole incident went down.
Never fear. Got big lawyers on the case.
Say what's up to Tom Dubois.
Flizzy, I'm gonna have to ask you to turn it off, now.
Kill the camera, B.
I also think these people should leave.
"These people?" Fuck you mean, "these people"?
- I mean these people. - You mean my people, nigga!
These my people.
Anything you can say to me you can say in front of them.
If anything, nigga, you the stranger here. You should leave the room.
It's my office.
Okay, then, so what's the big fucking secret
that you can't tell me in front of my fans and my people?
Matter of fact, why am I even here?
You wanted to talk to me about your criminal case.
Oh, that's right!
I reviewed the case, and I've watched the security footage.
Cool. So, what do you think? Can you get me off?
Did you rob the liquor store, Flizzy?
I can't say that... I did it, but, honestly, really can't say
f'sho one way or the other.
And why can't you say "f'sho"?
I was fucked up!
And how about these... How about your entourage?
- Do they know anything? - They was fucked up, too!
Hey, man, when we go out, we go hard.
You don't understand how complicated it is being me.
- I say shit all the time I didn't even know I said. - How?
'Cause I got like 18 people tweeting for me at one time.
And we're all fucked up!
So, like, I look at the tape and I say, "is it me, or is it me"
"or the someone I just paid to rob a liquor store who looks just like me?"
I don't know.
Okay, I want you to know up front
that I have serious issues with some of your behavior in the past,
- especially hitting a woman. - B... but wait.
I knew you was gonna say that.
- Can I tell you my side of it, though? - No, I don't...
- Can I tell you my side of it, though? - No, Flizzy, there's no excuse for...
Can I tell you my side of it though?
Fine! What?
Man, I was fucked up!
Soon as I got arrested, I said,
"I want the dude that got R. Kelly off."
Well, I prosecuted R. Kelly, and I...
Never mind. My answer is almost certainly no,
but... I'll think about it.
If I do take the case, my retainer is...
My retainer is...
Please stop throwing money at me.
Things a bitch will never say.
Hey, that's a song!
A'ight, pimpin', I'm-a see you tomorrow.
That singer pretty boy Flizzy came in today.
Pretty boy Flizzy? Are you serious?
He's hiring you to defend him for the liquor-store thing?
- Tom, that's huge! - Don't get too excited.
- I'm not taking the case. - Why not?
I don't want to defend a woman-beater, for one.
He made a little tiny mistake.
I guess hitting a woman is okay if you have abs, is that it?
He's a talented artist.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay. Slow down.
"Fluid swap"?
"Rub against my erection"?
"You make me wanna unh"?
I love "you make me wanna unh!"
Oh, do you think you could get him to sing at Jazmine's birthday?
No! Do you let her listen to that?
Our problems have been rough on her.
It would be nice to, you know...
What?
Don't you think I know what's going on here?
- What? - This isn't about Jazmine.
You want to meet pretty boy Flizzy.
No, Jazmine wants to meet pretty boy Flizzy.
No, you want me to defend pretty boy Flizzy
because you want to meet him and do him!
- What? - Yeah! Yeah! You do!
You want to go unh on him!
You want to unh on him all night!
I can't believe how insecure you are!
Listen to yourself.
He's like your perfect man!
He won't even say sorry when he pounds your face in!
Wait.
He's not coming this way.
He's getting in his car.
You're a selfish bastard, Robert Freeman!
I just don't think it's gonna work out, Flizzy.
Why not?
Well, it's not you. It's me.
I'm just dealing with some personal problems.
Hey, suck that shit up, my dude!
Come on, Tom! You know what?
Right now, we're both letting the haters get us down.
We got to shake the haters. Do this for me, Tom.
Come on. Shake those haters. I'm hate-free, but I can still feel the hate on you.
Mmm. Feels good, doesn't it?
Okay, so... Now will you take the case?
- No. - Okay, fine.
If you can't take the case, you can't take the case.
It just seems like me... Sexy, buff alpha male.
And you, kindhearted but frumpy everyman.
Could somehow be able to help each other.
Am I a frumpy everyman?
Is that it? Is that why she's lost interest?
Of course.
You're dull as fuck, Tom! You dress like shit.
Your hair looks like shit.
You got no flash, no swag, no thin veneer of toughness.
Of course your wife left you and is doing it to some random guy.
That's not what I said happened.
So, look... You take the case,
and I teach you how to dress and how to talk to bitches and save your marriage.
You know what? Why not?
You're not gonna teach me how to dance, right?
No. No dancing.
But there will be a shopping montage.
Two things women hate... Broke men and boring men.
Good news is, you're not broke.
But you are boring, and women hate to be bored, Tom.
They hate to be bored.
A woman would rather be with a guy
that beats them to death than bores them to death.
Trust me, nigga, I know.
But why do they want me, Tom?
Is it my incredible sexiness?
Sure. But why am I so sexy?
What is the secret to my sexiness?
My money, my jewels, fame? Absolutely.
But, really, it's because I'm a fuck up.
I get arrested, I do drugs, I rob liquor stores... Allegedly!
- That's what all women want. - Why?
Because women have no self-respect!
Well, my wife has self-respect.
- Really? You sure? - Yes.
She's an educated, well-rounded, confident woman.
I may need to meet her.
No, no, no. No. I know where this goes.
- You're not going to do my wife. - Do your wife?
Tom, I wouldn't do your wife.
You have a song called "I will do your wife!"
I didn't mean your wife!
I meant that metaphorically.
Mmm, I still don't think it's a good idea.
Nigga, I swear on my abs...
On my abs, nigga! I will not touch your wife.
Well, my daughter would love to meet you.
- A small dinner. No entourage! - No problem.
Man, I can't believe all these people showed up.
Well, maybe if you hadn't tweeted our address to three million people...
- Hey, man... - Yeah, you were f'ed up, I know.
Okay, so, check it. Key with chicks is
to insult them when you compliment them.
Never be too nice.
Trust me. Go neg on her.
Knock her down a peg. She'll love it.
Hey, sweetie, you look lovely tonight.
Oh, thank you, honey.
Yeah, but not as nice as you think you look.
Asshole!
Hey, neighbor!
We, uh, heard there's a dinner party going down,
and I never received the e-vite, so here we are.
You didn't get one because you weren't invited.
You got a lot of nerve leaving me out in the cold
and then wanting to come to the Flizzy dinner for the free food.
We didn't come here for the free food.
We came here to warn you.
Tom, you got to get that Flizzy away from your wife!
It's bad enough she's trapped in this passionless,
sexually unfulfilling marriage with you.
Her ladyparts probably burning with unquenchable lust,
and you just gonna dangle all that sexiness in front of her?
- Huh? - Man, it's like: "here, nigga, take my wife, please!"
You know he's got a song called...
"I will do your wife," yes.
But there's also a song called, "white wifebooty."
- Know that? - Really?
No, no, I didn't. And it doesn't matter, guys.
I... I know what I'm doing.
Flizzy's gonna help me work things out with Sarah.
Oh, he gonna work something out, all right.
- That booty. - He's here to help.
Oh, he gonna help himself to that booty!
- It's under control! - He's gonna...
Control that booty. Got it.
I wasn't gonna say that.
He gonna be under that booty!
Good one, granddad!
Yeah, ha, yeah, very funny guys. Enough.
As long as you know.
Next time your kids are born with great abs and tattoos,
don't say I didn't warn you. Come on, kids. Let's eat.
Oh, my God, you're so funny and so polite.
I can't believe you rob liquor stores and you beat up women.
- Sarah! - No, it's cool.
She's right. I really need to stop getting arrested.
I'm not passing judgment about the Christianna thing.
I know sometimes bitches step out of line.
Lord knows I do!
Honey, there are children at the table.
Now, I want to be clear, kids.
Hitting a woman is wrong...
Unless she hits you first.
Ain't that right!
Or she talks about your mama!
Sarah, that is enough!
"Sarah, that's enough."
Sarah, that's it!
You're embarrassing yourself in front of your daughter
and in front of pretty boy Flizzy!
It's like we not even here.
Now, you've had enough. You are going to go upstairs and sleep it off!
What are you gonna do, Tom? Hit me?
No! I'm gonna leave you!
Daddy!
Tom, wait! Tom!
Tom grew a pair.
Didn't see that coming.
Oh, bitter. Sorry to bother you.
Didn't really have anyone else to call.
Eh, no sweat, man. That was rough.
Yeah, it was a disaster.
So much for making a man out of me.
Naw, man. To just stand up and walk out, that took guts.
All I ended up learning is my wife likes you better.
Your wife doesn't like me better.
You guys are both just boring as fuck.
You're rolling with me tonight.
I'm taking you to man camp.
But I don't hang with no negative-energy-sucking motherfuckers.
So gather up some positivity in this bitch right quick and let's roll out.
Okay! I can be positive.
I'm not a loser. I can... get stuff happening,
and I got stuff going on!
Things could be worse.
I could be that guy.
It's a mirror, Tom.
Mmm, fuck.
♪ We gettin' fucked up
♪ We fucking strippers We gettin' fucked up
Welcome.
Oh, what the heck. It's man camp.
♪ At the club Big tippers
♪ She makin' money
♪ I'm-a still stiff her
♪ Poppin' molly drinkin' drank
♪ Big trippers See us buyin' out a bar
♪ That's the big picture Your man lookin' for his girl
♪ I think he missed her...
Hey, this is the buy-n-fly that Flizzy robbed.
Funny.
♪ Baby, grab your ankles Tylenol?
♪ You know what's next
♪ Girl, I'm on that drank
♪ And you on that molly
♪ Come back to the crib for the after party
♪ You can bring your friends Got a lot of time
I'm telling you, we've watched this thing a million times.
We know that's Flizzy. Case closed.
That's right. Ha, ha, ha! Yeah!
Cut!
There was a P.A. in the shot! Reset!
-Man, I'm getting sweaty. - Pretty's sweaty.
Is someone deaf? Shine check!
Can you throw me a line? Trying to get my union card.
Find anything, Columbo?
Uh, nope! Nothing.
Thanks, Jack.
Mrs. Dubois, do you mind if we do a quick sound check?
Of course. Go ahead.
Okay, "I'm gonna "Eat your snatch box." On one, two, three.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on!
Excuse me just a sec.
You, uh, can't sing that at Jazmine's party.
Why not? You don't like it?
No! I love that song. A lot, actually.
We just have to replace snatch box with something.
- Pussy? - No, no.
- How about "cake"? - Sure thing, Mrs. Dubois.
What's up, tiger?
- You faked the robbery. - What are you talking about?
I watched the surveillance tape, Flizzy. The whole tape.
I know you staged the robbery.
You just couldn't leave shit alone, could you?
What else was fake? Were the Nicaraguan guns fake?
Did you really even beat Christianna?
Don't you ever question whether or not I beat Christianna!
I whopped that bitch's ass!
But the Nicki Minaj thing was staged.
She ain't really a cyborg, either. She's a nice girl.
Damn, Tom. Why couldn't you just mind your own business?
I'm your attorney! This is my business!
- But why? - 'Cause I got to stay relevant! That's why!
This music shit sucks right now!
You got to act like an idiot just to stay in their fucking faces!
But if I can stay in just the right amount of trouble, I'll be all right.
My audience is women, Tom. Women.
And women hate to be bored.
Look, Flizzy, I'm sorry.
I don't understand any of this.
I don't live in your world.
I'm a simple guy. I just want to do my job,
take care of my family, and I needed some help trying to get my wife back.
Oh, you want your wife back?
How about not inviting a nigga that's richer than you
and prettier than you to meet your wife?
I mean, how stupid can you be, nigga?
What? But I... I thought we were...
Thought what, nigga? I'm tired of your punk-ass!
Flizzy, I think you should just leave.
Shit! Leave?
I might as well move in this bitch.
You already done gave me your wife.
Shit this is my house.
Jazmine's gonna be calling me daddy from now on.
- Now, that's enough! - Oh, you mad, Tom?
What you gonna do? You want to hit me? Hit me, Tom!
Hey! Flizzy, I'm warning you...
Hit me, Tom. Come on, hit me now!
All right, you asked for it!
Tom!
Come on, motherfucker.
Aah! You're not taking my family!
Tom! Oh, my God! Tom, stop!
Oh! I knew it! I knew it!
Citizen's arrest! I'm making a citizen's arrest!
Now shut up! Stop squirming!
You have the right to remain silent!
Oh! Baby, are you okay?
I can't believe you did that. You were a maniac!
I have never seen you like that.
All right, get moving, get moving.
Avert your eyes, avert your eyes. Just a nigga going to jail.
Nothing to see here.
Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.
I was such a bitch, and you didn't deserve any of that.
Yes.
Yes, you were a... "b."
Please come home.
Please. I have cake.
Let's get you upstairs. You ready for some Sarah cake?
Naughty.
Oh, my back!
Oh! I'm sorry.
♪ Yeah. I wanna do your wife
♪ I wanna do your wife
♪ Do your wife
♪ Do your wife ♪ I wanna do your wife
♪ 'Cause you a broke motherfucker
♪ And you don't even know how to fuck no!
♪ You don't even cheat on her
♪ She gettin' bored 'cause you don't even beat on her ♪
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