Atlanta (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Crabs in a Barrel - full transcript

Earn, Alfred and Darius get ready to go on tour in Europe.

MAN: This is who I am.

This is my truth.

(vocalist screaming) ♫ (rock)

(crowd cheering)

ANNOUNCER: FX presents Atlanta.

(playing over radio):
♫ Temptation ♫

DRIVER (singing along):
♫ Temptation and sin ♫

♫ Were my closest friends... ♫

AUTOMATED VOICE: Turn
left in 100 feet.

♫ So cold and alone... ♫

Turn left in 50 feet.

(humming)

- ♫ I heard about you, sinner ♫
- AUTOMATED VOICE: Turn left.

Recalculating.

Was it a left back there?

Yeah, I think so.

J-Just follow the
GPS, I'm in a hurry.

Oh, I don't listen to the GPS.

- No way.
- AUTOMATED VOICE: Turn left.

It's always wrong...
Is there another way?

Why does it keep
saying "a left"?

AUTOMATED VOICE: Recalculating.

I've never been to
this place before,

so just-just follow the GPS.

DRIVER: This thing is crazy.

Right? (laughs)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Turn
left in 500 feet.

(driver humming)

♫ Yeah ♫

♫ I want to walk in the way ♫

♫ My precious savior... ♫

(indistinct chatter)

(phone ringing nearby)

(Alfred and Christian
speaking indistinctly)

EARN: Sorry.

Sit right here.

- Hey, you must be Earn.
- Yes.

Come on in. Have a seat.

- Um... hey.
- (chuckles)

Sorry I'm late. Um...

My Lyft driver w-was...
religious.

It's fine. Alfred
just got in here.

- (Lottie babbling)
- You brought a baby.

- Had to.
- LOTTIE: I ain't a baby.

CHRISTIAN: So, gentlemen, I
understand you're looking

- for an entertainment lawyer.
- Yes. Yes, we are.

Well, let me tell you a
little about myself first.

I'm from the D.C.
area, near U Street.

I graduated from Howard and
then went to Georgetown,

but I'm definitely a Hoyas fan.
(chuckles)

I graduated the top ten of
my class, and after school,

I went to work at the Lance
and Roberts Law Firm

for almost ten years.

- (muffled voice)
- ♫ Nah-nah nah-nah-nah-nah ♫

♫ Nah-nah-nah ♫

♫ Nah-nah nah-nah-nah-nah
nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah... ♫

been here in Atlanta for
the past five years, now.

So who are some of the
people you represent, man?

Well, I represent some
singers and some rappers.

I represent the rapper A.V.

Oh, okay.

- Y-You know that dude.
- Yeah, that dude.

- He had that one song, "Program." Yeah.
-♫ Program ♫ Yeah.

CHRISTIAN: I also
represent some actors.

I have four clients on Love &
Hip Hop: Atlanta right now.

(trills lips)

LOTTIE: I don't like lemons.

Yes, I know. You hate lemons.

If he was to go with you,
what would that take?

Well, um, just a few signatures,

and I would receive five percent

of any deal I looked
over for you.

(scoffs) Five percent?

Yes, but that's the standard

that any lawyer would charge.

Look, man. I just don't
want no janky-ass lawyer

putting his hands on my
contracts and checks, a'ight?

I want, like, a
high-level Jewish dude,

not somebody gonna rob me
like Don King or some shit.

Man, Don King wasn't a
lawyer, I'm pretty sure.

Also, Christian came
highly recommended.

He-He supposedly does good work.

Recommended by who, man?

He ain't even got no clients
that make actual money.

All he got is some
F-level rappers

and some reality TV stars.

Reality TV stars, Earn.

Just find me, like, a
big-level firm, man.

Jewish dude.

- All right.
- Yeah.

It's time to start
leveling up on niggas.

I gotta kick off
this European tour.

Shit about to be real different.

Luke really came
through with that one.

- Yeah.
- You want changing?

But you should be
headlining that tour.

Yep, I should be... but I ain't.

(Lottie babbling)

ALFRED: Oh.

(Lottie babbling)

All right. I got to... I
got to run some errands

before I meet up at the house, okay?
So, I'll see you there.

- Yeah. The movers coming by, right?
- Yeah.

You and Darius need to be packed up.
We can't be late.

Yeah, yeah. We know, man.
A'ight, Lottie.

I'll catch up with you, man.

Come on.

- Jewish.
- Yeah.

- Jewish dude, man.
- Yeah, I got you.

(car engine starts)

(muffled music playing
through headphones)

- Oh.
- (truck rattles over bumpy road)

(vocalizing)

(Lottie giggles)

Here you go.

Two books.

(grunts)

(Lottie babbling)

You guys looking for Earn?

Sure is. I'm Kenny.
What's going on?

- That's our truck?
- Cool. Yeah, yeah.

Is that beer?

No.

Okay.

This way.

(Lottie babbling quietly)

All right, guys.

These are the movers.

Uh, um, the bedrooms
are in the back. Okay?

Just hurry up. We got
a plane to catch.

- Okay.
- Please.

- All right, little girl.
- (Lottie whining)

Here you go.

(sighs) You guys packed?

Yeah, bet you think you slick.

What're you talking about?

(hip-hop music plays quietly)

ALFRED: Yeah.

- I don't want that thing, man.
- (sighs)

- See, you're gonna jam me up.
- Okay, I'm sorry.

All right? I'll-I'll-I'll
get rid of it.

Just throw it in the ocean, bro.

You guys got your passports?

Yeah, but, uh, Darius
gonna need some help.

Oh, yeah, I think mine is, uh,

like, ex-expired or something.

What?

I don't know. It could be just
the date's a little late.

I don't know. Maybe.

Whenever you got guys that
don't know what they're doing.

My nigga, this is
definitely expired.

(grunts) Don't worry, my friend.

I know a place we can go, get a
renewal same day. It's okay.

Well, we got to do that, like, today.
Right now.

Okay. (chuckling): Okay.

It's not that big of a deal.

We'll go.

(laughing) You think
you're slick?

(phone buzzing)

LOTTIE: They have a penguin.

Monster hat.

All right. Uh, I got to go.

When I get back, we're going
to this passport place.

I'm gonna make sure
that happens, okay?

And Al? Could you, um,
just stay on these guys?

Okay, we got an international
flight, which means we got

to be there early, and
I know you sell weed,

- so you don't care about time...
- True.

But it's important, all right?

All right. I'll catch you guys later.
Lottie!

Why did he give
me your passport?

Huh. All right, it's your turn.

Almost there.

Here we go. All right.

Now we got to... find the...
room.

- Is it there?
- No.

- Wh-Where? Huh?
- (kids talking nearby)

Okay. Yeah. Here we...

There we go.

(woman humming to the tune
of "Wheels on the Bus")

I'm sorry. Did we
come at a wrong time?

Oh. No. No, no, no, not at all.

How are you, Vanessa? (chuckles)

- Nice to see you again.
- Mm-hmm.

And you must be Lottie's father.

- Right?
- Hi.

So nice to finally meet you.

This is just a conference
I wanted to have

to talk to the both
of you about Lottie.

Is everything all right?

Um... she seems to be...

very... advanced.

Very gifted.

- Oh, good. (Laughs)
- Oh, my God. Thank God.

I thought she was
pulling her hair out

- and eating it or something.
- Oh. Nothing of the sort.

Or like sniffing Wite-Out

- or something bad.
- Oh, no, no, no.

- Biting children.
- Yeah.

Far from it. Far from it.

She is excelling in everything.
I mean,

she knows all her colors,
she knows her letters.

She's beginning to work math problems.
(Chuckles)

- Mmm.
- That's why I spoke

with my friend at the
Holy Oak Academy.

It's one of the best
schools in the Southeast.

They have space available

for their pre-K
program next year,

and I think it might
be a good idea

for the two of you to consider
enrolling Lottie there.

EARN: Okay.

- That's a private school?
- Private school, yeah.

It's a private school. It
has a reasonable tuition.

- Okay. Okay.
- Mmm.

Okay, we'll-we'll
definitely do that.

That-That-That sounds like
something we'd-we'd probably do,

- uh, for first grade.
- Get the money together.

Yeah. Is there anything we can
do with her staying here,

to-to help her progress?
Like, maybe, um,

some more books or assignments?

Stay here? No.

This school is awful.

- This school is awful?
- Yes.

There are not enough
resources or faculty

to engage a student like Lottie.

She is really stunting
her education here.

Is there something we
could do for Lottie

that, um...

would be...

cheaper?

Keep her in a happy,
two-parent household?

- Huh.
- Hmm.

- Interesting.
- Good.

- Thank you.
- Yeah. It was nice

- seeing you again, Ms. Granger.
- Nice to see you, too.

Thank you.

- VAN: Lottie.
- To... Where are we going?

- EARN: Uh, we... we're gonna go home.
- We're gonna go home.

- Bye!
- Bye!

I'm sorry.

Um...

would you have told us
that this school was bad

if she really was a
regular student?

No.

If I see a steer smart enough
to get out of the pen,

I leave the gate open.

Thank you for coming in.

Thank you.

(humming softly)

VAN: So, she just
compared the school

to a slaughterhouse, right?

EARN: Yeah, she definitely did.
I heard that.

VAN: Okay.

I mean, she's crazy.

Schools in this area aren't that great.
We knew that.

- Lottie, come here.
- Yeah.

-(protests) - But at least here,
she won't be the only black kid.

I interviewed at Holy Oak's.

It is pretty white, but that's
all these private schools.

- You know that. You chose Princeton.
-(squeaks)

Yeah.

LOTTIE: Mm.

You leaving for,
like, two months?

Yeah, but, you know, that...

that should be
tuition for her now.

LOTTIE: Mm.

If she goes to this school, she's
gonna need you to show up.

More than you've been able to.

- (Lottie singing indistinctly)
- Yeah, I know. We'll...

we'll make it work.

Get in the car, baby.

I was...

- Under the bridge.
- (Lottie mumbles)

- (grunting)
- Let me help.

Oh, watch your head.

Oh, it's a big one.

- (grunts)
- (mimics grunt)

- You know, I always thought she was
gonna be smart. - LOTTIE: That's it.

I think every
parent thinks that.

I don't know. I mean...

I thought she was, like,
gonna actually be advanced.

- What makes you say that?
- (Lottie babbling)

You're smart.

I figured...

some of it would
get passed along,

hopefully.

Yeah, well, you're
smart, too, so...

maybe it was yours, you know?

Thanks.

All right, I got to...
I got to get going.

I got to make sure
Darius gets his passport

- and got to catch this flight.
- Okay.

Be good.

All right?

Be good for Mama. I love you.

(babbling)

- All right.
- See you.

Yeah.

VAN: You okay?

Oh, yeah. Um...

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just, you know, stupid shit.

It's nothing.

Okay.

Stay safe.

I will. You, too.

- Bye!
- (car door shuts)

- (car door opens)
- See you, okay?

- Have fun.
- I will.

- LOTTIE: Hi.
- (grunts)

(car door shuts)

- (birds chirping)
- (brakes squeak)

Thank you.

-(door shuts)
-(gunfire on TV) -Yo.

What the hell is going on?

Man, I'm bruisin' this boy.

Who are y'all?

We're Kenny's kids.

EARN: What are y'all doing here?

DONTRELLE: School let out.

So?

Man, you sorry.

- What?
- I told you you sorry.

- (sniffling)
- Whoo-wee!

Y'all went to lunch?

We get a lunch break.

It's 3:00 p.m.

Yeah. I didn't eat
before I came.

Oh, yeah. Darius is packed!
I'm ready to go.

Great. Just-just put your
luggage in the car, man.

Oh. No, I meant I'm
packed to move,

not for the airport.

Nigga, it's fine. We'll just
come back here afterwards.

Kenny, I really need you to
pack up everything, man.

Damn. You bruisin' that boy.

- Come on...
- EARN: Yeah, I know, but now we're late,

and I just need
everything to go.

Can we eat first?
My crew's hungry.

I'll give you 50 more dollars.

Y'all get up off that table.

Dontrelle, grab something
and take it to the truck.

- You, too, Shawn.
- Garbage. -(door opens)

All right. I'll meet you
downstairs, Darius.

I got your passport.
Bring your keys.

Okay. Oh.

Sh-Shit, wait, uh, I think I
might've packed up the keys.

- You are not serious.
- God flabbit.

- I think I did. Um...
- Goddamn it.

No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Actually...

- Right.
- No, I think I packed... Wait.

Ah!

The old switcheroo.

- Sometimes things just jump from pocket...
- We need to go!

(door shuts)



(clicks tongue)

When you piss, do you go
straight through the zipper

or do you go over the boxers?

Over the boxers.

Yeah. Me, too.

But is that the
right way, though?

I don't think so.

Bro, you could...

Yeah.

But, I mean, I do switch it
up when I'm wearing a suit.

You know?

EARN: I didn't even know
this neighborhood existed.

DARIUS: Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- YOUNG MAN: Mr. X?
- Yep.

YOUNG MAN: Uh, we'll
help you out down here.

Hey. How can I help you guys?

Yeah, we need a
passport replacement.

- Today.
- Yeah.

Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Um,

just, uh, fill out these forms,
and we can make it happen.

All right. Thank you.
I love you.

Thanks.

Really? 'Cause I-I really
thought we were gonna be S.O.L.

(chuckle) Yeah. It's
what we do here.

Y'all, uh, going on tour?

Y'all in a rap entourage?

Manager?

How'd you know?

We kind of have a...

specific clientele here. And...

rappers are procrastinators.

No offense.

None taken.

So, who y'all work with?

Uh, Paper Boi.

We're going on tour with
Clark County in Europe.

Oh, man, that's cool. Nice.

I was just listening to
that new Clark joint.

- ♫ Yoo-hoo. ♫ Yeah, yeah.
- ♫ Yoo-hoo. ♫ Yeah. (Chuckles)

Oh, man.

Yo, y'all need an
entertainment lawyer?

My cousin is primo.

Uh, I need ID.

Oh. Yeah. (sniffs)

How'd your cousin get
into the business?

Uh, my uncle does it.

Thanks, man.

Let me ask you something.

And, um,

be honest.

Do you think there's
a black lawyer

who's as good as your cousin?

There definitely is.

But, um, part of being good at
your job are your connections,

and black people just don't
have the connections

that my cousin has.

For systemic reasons.

All right.

It's all good.

Oh, perfect.

Yeah, it should be,
like, uh, two hours.

- Oh.
- Cool.

- That's fast.
- Yeah, yeah.

It's, uh, $350.

Oh, that's why. Okay.

Y'all take RushCards?

Yeah, I think so.

(phone buzzes)

DARIUS: Here you go,
my Jewish friend.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- (bell dings)
- (chuckles)

(Darius hums softly)

How's it going, Earn?

You doing all right?

Definitely not.

Is Al gonna fire me?

I don't know.

Maybe.

I know you're always at
peace with everything,

but my whole world's
falling apart.

So...

(sighs)

Look, man,

Alfred, his whole world
changing up with the quickness.

Everything's moving, but...

he ain't gonna never forget
to take care of the ones

he's supposed to provide
for, including you.

I don't want a handout.

I got to provide, too.

I'm getting better at this.
You know that.

- No, I know.
- You know.

I see you, man. I see you...
learning.

But... learning
requires failure.

Al just trying to make sure
you ain't failing in...

in his life.

You know, like, y'all
both black, so...

I mean, y'all both
can't afford to fail.

Do Nigerians get a
chance to fail?

Hey, don't you start that.

You know Nigerians don't fail.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

Look, whatever he does,

he ain't gonna do it
till we get to Europe.

Give you a chance
to see the world.

How do you know?

Seems like an Al thing to do.

(sighs)

(insects trilling)

(birds singing)

Y'all ready to do this?

Yeah. Darius is coming down,

and I'm calling a
Lyft right now.

Don't you got to
take the truck back?

Kenny's gonna do it.

I offered to pay
him ten dollars.

Can we talk?

Let's talk when we land, man.

(Darius imitates plane
engine buzzing)

(Darius whooshes)

Boom.

(Darius giggles)

That's all you're bringing?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, rule number one...
Pack like a Navy SEAL.

Only take what you need.

EARN: Lyft'll be here
in three minutes.

(car approaches, music
plays with booming beat)

(car engine and
music playing fade)

No.

Come on. You know you want it.

- EARN: No, I'm all right.
- ♫ Ooh-hoo! ♫

♫ Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo ♫

♫ Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo! ♫

(high-pitched): Smoke me!

I really want to be smoked.

- (laughing): I'm okay.
- (Alfred laughs)

(high-pitched): You know
you want to smoke me.

(Earn chuckles)

- WOMAN (over P.A.): Welcome to.
- EARN: Gate C7.

- Atlanta, Hartsfield
International Airport. - Uh-huh.

See, I told you, Earn.
We was gonna make it.

You just got to learn to
trust yourself, my friend.

We're still late, actually.

She printed our tickets,
but she made sure to say,

"Y'all ain't gonna
make it," five times

while she was doing it, so we
should probably still hurry.

MAN (over P.A.): Thank you.

- Excuse me, sir?
- No, no.

WOMAN (over PA):
Elizabeth Battola,

your child is waiting for you...

CLARK: Oh, shit.
Is that Paper Boi?

- (laughs) What's up, y'all?
- Hey, what's going on, man?

- Y'all niggas ready for this tour?
- Sh... Oh, yeah.

Man, we gonna be poppin'
bottles in Paris, bro.

- It's gonna be crazy. Yeah.
- It's lit, bro.

Speaking sign language to hoes.

- It's gonna be dope, man.
- How you doing, man?

- I'm good, man.
- You check out that lawyer I sent you?

Hell, yeah, man. He's perfect.
I appreciate it.

(overlapping chatter)

Hey, okay, cool. Let's-let's
do this over here.

Flight's not gonna leave
without Clark County, baby.

- Yeah.
- (distant beep)

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

- (soft beeping)
- WOMAN: Please take liquids

- out of your bags...
- (beeping)

and laptops, too.

Place everything in the bins.

- Your pockets should be empty.
- WOMAN 2: Remove your jackets.

(loudly): Opt out!

- MAN: Oh.
- (people murmuring)

You always got to opt out.
Opt for the pat-down, man.

I'm telling you, this-this thing here...
bad business.

That's why security stays
so close to the food.

They don't want you to smell
your brain frying in this thing.

(laughing)

- (beeps)
- WOMAN: Excuse me. Sorry.

WOMAN 2: Everything
in the bins, people.

(zippering)

(sound ceases except
for quiet beeping)

(sound resumes,
indistinct chatter)

Will you hand me a bin?

You got to get it
from the front, man.

Oh, man, he asked nicely.

- (mumbling)
- Thanks.

(indistinct, overlapping
crowd chatter)

- ALFRED: You know what I don't get?
- DARIUS: Huh?

How they make you take all your
shit off, and they try to rush

to get you out of the way,
like they ain't just asked me

-to take all your shit off ten seconds ago.
-(Darius laughs)

ALFRED: That's why I fuckin'
hate the airport, man.

DARIUS: Yeah, it's
not efficient.

- ALFRED: All that shit isn't.
- We should hurry.

- All right.
- WOMAN: Whose bag is this?

Hey, what-what-what...?
What's going on?

WOMAN: We're going this way.

We're starting another
line this way.

CLARK: Hey, yo, Luke, come here.

(plane engines humming)

(engine rumbling)

Man, this trip gonna
be crazy, boy.

I mean, I ain't never really
left Georgia before, so, yeah.

Yeah.

(chuckling) Yeah,
it's gonna be cool.

(sighs)

Yeah, it'll be cool.

- Shit.
- (air hissing)

Yeah.

(sighs heavily)

- WOMAN: Is this yours, ma'am?
- WOMAN 2: Yes, ma'am.

WOMAN: Okay, I'm just
gonna move this over here

to make a little more room.

I saw what you did...

- at TSA.
- Mm.

You ain't got to say shit.

Just know that's exactly
what I'm talking about.

(Alfred sighs)

Niggas do not care
about us, man.

Niggas gonna do whatever
they got to do to survive,

'cause they ain't got no choice.

We ain't got no choice, either.

You my family, Earn.

(plane engine whirring)

Yeah, you...

You're the only one that
knows what I'm about.

You give a fuck.

I need that.

All right?

All right, then.

Hey?

Let's get this money.

(both laugh)

BOTH: Brrr!

- Hey, shit.
- Yeah, boy.

(Alfred sniffles, sighs)

ALFRED: Hey, Clark, man?

Let me holler at you.

Yeah. What's up, man?

Where Luke at, man?

Uh, nah, man.

Luke got in some shit.
Cops took him.

ALFRED: What you talking about?

TSA found a tool in his bag.

Damn.

- Oh.
- It's just kind of...

Oh, he probably had a
screwdriver or something.

You can't have those on a plane.

Yeah. More like a hammer.

Yeah. It was gold, too.

Shit was clean, though.

Wish it was mine.

♫ Yoohoo! ♫ (laughing)

The piece was in Clark's bag.

(Alfred sighs)

- (insects trilling)
- ♫

- TRACY: Yo, Alf!
- (banging on door)

Yo, open the door, man!

(banging on door)

- Darius?
- (banging on door)

Open up, man!

Listen, man, I got Chinese
food with a side of chocolate.

- (dog howling, barking)
- Alfred?!

Is this mother...? Al, man,

- stop playing, bro. Let me in!
- WOMAN: Shut the fuck up!

Hey, you shut the fuck up!
The hell you talking to?

- (barking)
- Ready to whoop your ass.

- Hey! Wake up, niggas!
- ♫ So I remember everything ♫

Alfred, will you open
the goddamn door?!

(indistinct shouting)

- ♫ Of every man
♫ - ♫ Ooh, ooh ♫

♫ Who put me here ♫

♫ Oh-oh ♫

♫ I see my light come shining ♫

♫ From the west down ♫

♫ To the east... ♫

♫ Any day, now ♫

♫ Any day, now ♫

♫ I shall be released ♫

♫ They say every man
needs protection ♫

♫ They say every man must fall. ♫

Captioned by Media
Access Group at WGBH.

How are you feeling
since our last season?

I need to remind you...
(chuckling)

what you think is real...

never occurred.

David Haller? His lover?

His friends?

It was all a projection
of your subconscious.

(echoing) It's all in your head.

- And what's coming is...
- (shouts)

What's coming is
very, very real.

But let's save that
for our next season.

ANNOUNCER: Legion. All new
Tuesdays at 10:00 on FX.

(man's voice on radio
speaking Russian)

-(static) - MAN (on radio): We
believe that freedom and security...

(people shouting, voices
on radio, static)

(voices, music, static)

ELIZABETH: Things have gone bad.

ANNOUNCER: The Americans.
Final season.

All new, Wednesdays
at 10:00 on FX.

ANNOUNCER: Beware Danger Island.

- Oh!
- (shouting)

(sighs) I am genuinely sorry.

ANNOUNCER: Archer Danger Island.

All-new season premieres
Wednesday, April 25.

Only on FXX.

MAN: A few years working for me,

you won't just visit Morocco.

You'll buy Morocco.

ANNOUNCER: Trust.

All new, Sundays at 10:00 on FX.

(R & B playing)

MAN: I want to be on
Broadway, on television.

I was put out of my house
because I was gay.

You know, it's just really hard
when you want to be who you are.

And coming to New York where
everything is possible, you know.

I'm here. I'm here. I'm here!

(drumming)

(electronically altered voice)

(cheering)