Judge Me Not (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Somebody's Gotta Go - full transcript
You don't think
I know what you're doing?
Making me look like
a fool in front
of all of those people.
- That's not true.
Oh, no.
- And here we are again,
you're not following the rules.
- You don't need
to do this Edward,
you really don't.
Get up.
- Oh, no, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- Hey, shh.
If you don't stop yellin',
you're gonna wake up the kids.
You know what happens then.
No, please, no.
- Too late.
Now, let's see.
Where did I leave off last time.
- What's going on here?
Valium and liquor, really Jay?
- I have got to get some sleep.
- Said Michael
Jackson to the doctor.
It ain't easy being
a Johnson, is it.
- Easy is overrated.
A million easy women
that you could be with,
but here you are with me.
- At least you not as
bad as your father.
- Hello.
- Does it make you
mad that you got it
and your brother didn't?
- Emotional challenges
and intellect
often live in the same house.
I wouldn't trade places
with that idiot for all
the peace in paradise.
- Well, you may not
need peace, but I do.
That job you got.
You know the one
that pays you less
than the one you had so
we can be together more.
- Shit.
- But when you here,
you not really here.
And I ain't gonna lie.
It's getting old.
- How do you do that, hmm?
- Do what?
- It's always about
you, isn't it, huh, huh.
- That's right.
I'm up at 2 o'clock
in the morning trying
to make sure you got
your shit together.
But it's about me, right.
I didn't think so.
I'm going to bed.
- Like just keep looking.
- I don't even know
what I'm looking for.
- Numbers, T, we're
looking for numbers,
like a combination or some sort.
- Do you even know
what you're doing?
- Yes, I do this all the time.
- Do what all the time?
- Uh, it's not what you think.
- It's always what I think.
That bitch has gotta go.
- Okay, first of all,
this was his idea.
And who the hell you
callin' bitch, bitch?
- I'm calling you and you
need to get out of my house.
- Hey, don't call
my mama a bitch.
- Don't call my mama,
don't talk to Mama.
- Okay, well, come
say it to my face, ho.
- What, Mom.
- It is not a problem.
- Mom, Mom.
- You are in my house and-
- Okay, kick me out then.
Put me out.
- I got it just calm
down, why don't you put
your arm down there.
- So, put me out lady.
- What?
- I'm putting you out.
- Oh, no, no, no.
- Looks like you're
deep into something,
is this a bad time?
- Jean, I just sent you
that Mason Manor
development thing.
Got it, thanks.
- Mason Manor,
messy housing case.
Wasn't that with Ruth?
- Yeah, well, she got stuck
'cause it's complicated
and I like complicated.
- You trying to get
on her good side?
- She's got one.
- Oh, it's there.
- Oh.
- Yeah, she just, she
was our sole queen
for a long time and
you just show up and-
- Oh, it's not just that.
She's also, I don't know,
there are these veiled
references to Anderson.
- You didn't get
that woman killed.
You know, it happens to
us all sooner or later.
You miss something
because you don't have
a crystal ball
and everyone likes
to think that you
do, but you don't.
- Have you seen the latest?
- And it isn't just the
men abandoning the women
to the men's bad behavior.
Let me introduce you
to Judge Jay Johnson.
- Yeah, I can't.
You can't let some kid
who has no idea what
she's talking about
let you second guess yourself.
A while back,
I was on the bench
three or four years
and I was cocky.
Howard even said something
to me about it once.
- What did he say?
- Don't get your
wings burned, Ike.
- Ah.
- I'm not gonna lie, I didn't
understand the reference.
I had to look it up.
- Icarus didn't
listen to his daddy
and flew too close to the sun.
And got
his wings burned.
- Anyway, I had Loretha Mathis
on our domestic violence docket.
She hit her mother over the head
with a skillet.
And she came in here angry,
yelling and cursing
with all that.
Problem was I got caught
up in her attitude
and I didn't listen.
I always sent DV
cases to probation
for them to write up a
pre-sentencing report,
but she got so far
underneath my skin
and once she pled out, I
sentenced her right there.
I put her in jail
for six months.
- So what happened?
- Less than two months
after she got out,
she was dead, poisoning.
- Her mother?
- Ethyl alcohol.
Takes a while and
it's not pretty
and had I got a
pre-sentencing report,
I would've known that
Loretha's mother had
a long history with CPS
for abusing her kids.
- Hmm.
- Loretha was the oldest
and she was just
trying to protect
her brothers and sisters,
but all I saw was
a loud, Black woman
and I have to live with that.
The point is, we're judges.
And we're not infallible.
- Thank you.
- Uh, Judge, I'm gonna
get to the Mason thing,
but your docket is pretty thick,
so we gotta get out there now.
- Hmm.
- As do I, yeah.
You okay?
- Better, although, yeah,
you could've come
in with that story
a little bit sooner.
- Yeah.
- Martin.
- Howard.
- Did he tell you about Loretha?
- How'd you know?
- I told him to.
After that ignorant shit he did.
The least he could do is make
it come to some good.
Want one?
- No, I'm good, thank you.
- So how's our docket
shaping up for today?
- Just got a DV from
Deep Alpharetta.
That's unusual.
- Deep Alpharetta?
- Oh, you know, Deep Alpharetta.
They're where the houses get big
and really far apart.
You see, I'm from
Shallow Alpharetta.
And you have been in
swats for a long time,
which is starting
to get rough around
the edges, no.
- Well, that's true
everywhere, sis.
- Why do you stay?
- I'm too old to change.
Besides, you and Martin can have
a Shallow Alpharetta.
- Got no flavor.
- Flavor?
- All those people out
there with their MAGA hats
in Southwest Atlanta,
talking about
defunding the police.
Two communities, full of people,
looking for somebody
else to blame
for their predicament
other than themselves.
You know, muni court
used to be a place
where regular people
who got themselves
in a squeeze came.
Now, the whole world's worries
and America's failings
wash up in waves.
But I'm retiring in two.
- Look, I think we
should get out of here.
Domestic violence dockets
are always a beast.
- Let them wait.
What are they
gonna do, complain?
They're all out there trying not
to go to jail and you the one
they gotta convince
not to send them.
- Yeah, but.
- Yeah, but my ass.
Judge!
- You worry too much, Jean.
Jean knows what's
what, don't you, sis?
- Judge, I swear you
get worse every day.
Andrew told me that you cursed
on the bench twice last week.
- Two years, count 'em, two,
with nary an election in 'em.
And I'm ridin' off
into the sunset
with a full pension
and health benefits.
- Get it together.
- There's nothing
they can do to me now.
I say what I like and
I like what I say.
- Thanks for giving
me Jean, by the way.
She keeps me- -
Altogether, I know, yeah.
- You don't have to
keep thanking me.
My sister's been worried
about me retiring.
I go, she's out of a job.
Now that you're here,
she's good to go
as long as you are.
- I just, I still feel
like we're cheating
on you or something.
- At the first opportunity,
I'll ask a favor of you,
then we'll be even, how's that?
- It'll work.
- Okay, I better go
and get robed up.
All right, take care now.
- Okay, I'll accept that plea.
Prosecutor Meeks,
what do we have here?
- Your Honor, on the
date and time indicated,
police were called to the
house of Edward Trasden
by one 16-year-old
Elliot Trasden.
That's the son of the
defendant and he victim.
- Victim?
- Yes.
Victim.
Let's see here.
Once they arrived,
Mr. Trasden refused
to let the officers in,
so they forced the door.
Once inside, the
son told the police
his mother was in
the master bathroom.
When they coaxed her out,
they noticed that she had
a bright red spot on the
left side of her face,
indicating that she
had been slapped.
- If I may, Your Honor.
Mr. Trasden does admit
to hitting Mrs. Trasden,
but these were
extraordinary circumstances.
My client had just found out
that his wife was
having an affair
and in the heat of an
argument slapped her.
He regrets that, Your Honor,
and while we know
this court prefers
to send these
matters to probation
to make a pre-trial
sentencing report,
we humbly request
that you consider
sentencing today.
Mr. Trasden is an
investment banker
with no criminal record.
He understands he was wrong
and just so you're
comfortable, Judge,
Ms. Trasden is
here and is willing
to confirm these statements.
- I always send DVs for
pre-sentencing reports.
- Can you just hear from her?
I think she'll put
your mind at ease.
- Okay, well, send her in.
- Thank you, Judge.
- But I don't know
what she'll say
that'll make me change my mind.
Mrs. Trasden, you can
come up here, please.
- Thank you.
- How are you?
- I'm fine, Your Honor.
- If I may, I'd like to ask
her a few questions just
to move this thing along.
- Mr. Malloy, there is no way
that I'm letting the attorney
of a domestic violence
perpetrator interrogate a victim.
This is not a trial.
- Certainly, Your Honor.
- Mrs. Trasden,
you are the victim
and this is not a trial.
You can speak to me
now if you want to,
but you do not have to.
You can speak to my
probation officer privately
if this is too
uncomfortable for you.
Moreover, you have the right
to request a restraining
order against Mr. Trasden
if you feel that
you have any concern
about his safety while
he's out awaiting
a pre-sentencing report.
And I am very serious about
my restraining orders.
If you so much as
pass her on the street
and wink, you will
serve every single day
of six months in jail.
- Oh, no, I understand.
This is my fault.
- Mrs. Trasden,
where is Elliott?
- He's at- - He's fine.
- Your mama never told you
to speak when spoken to?
First of all, I
wasn't talking to you
and second of all
I asked where he is
and I asked that
question to Ms. Trasden.
- Judge, this is just a case
of a fleeting moment of anger
after he received
such devastating news.
If the court could
just consider closing
this matter today,
both Mr. and Mrs. Trasden
would be grateful.
- You know what?
Okay, I agree.
There's no need for a
pre-sentencing report
at this time.
- Thank you so much, Your Honor.
You will not regret this.
- Yes, thank you, Your Honor.
We're anxious to get this
marriage back on track.
- Mr. Trasden,
based on your plea
of no contest to both
obstruction of justice
and domestic violence,
I find you guilty as charged
and sentenced you to
eight months in jail.
I will stay all but 60
days of that sentence,
but you must start
serving today.
Jean, will you get Mr. Wheeler
and Mr. Grimes in here.
Mr. Trasden is
going to jail today.
Now, I don't know what's
going on in your house,
but what I do know is
that I am not gonna let
you go home.
You are a man who
is prone to anger.
I could see it all in your face,
the way you fix your suit,
the way you smile.
You're a man that
needs to be in control
at all times.
And what's interesting is
that she walked in here
and you smiled like
a Cheshire cat,
even though you had just learned
that you cheated on you.
Mm-mm.
I also asked, "Where is Elliott
and you said to me, "He's fine."
Well, why in the
world wouldn't he be?
What I believe is that
you didn't just slap her.
You beat her, didn't you?
Because I know the difference
between a flinch of surprise
and a flinch of pain.
Now what I'm going
to do is I'm going
to send social
services to that house
and have them report back to me.
That'll determine
whether I continue
to stay those last six months
or whether he'll
have to serve them,
but whatever happens,
Mrs. Trasden is not safe
and neither is her son
and I'm gonna ask you
and you can answer me truthfully
because you are safe here.
Is Elliott okay?
- No, he's not, Your Honor.
Come here Michael.
- Yes, Mom.
- I need to know how
that packing is going.
Come on,
I thought we talked
about this already.
- What we talked about
was you all moving in
for just a few weeks
after you lost all
the money influencing.
- Come on, Ma,
this is the future.
Look, I got some
dope bright ideas.
- All you got is debt, a diploma
and bad taste in women.
I heard that.
- This is my house.
- Okay, but it was his idea.
Why I gotta leave?
- Ma, come on, you act
like were were stealing.
We was, you know, just
down there looking for the-
- Oh, please.
You might be hanging
with a criminal,
you're not cut out for this.
- Really?
You wanna talk
about me like that
in front of her?
I am your son, hello.
- My son, 28, in my basement
with the corner ho.
- Uh, okay, bitch,
I know you old,
but you better
watch- - No, no, no.
- Relax, stop.
- You saw that, right?
- Yeah, I saw that.
Come on, goddamn it.
- Look what you did.
Now I got to deal with this.
Son of a bitch.
Get to packing.
- I told you we
would get caught.
What we supposed to do now?
- Nothing, just relax, aight.
Look, one he go on
his little rant,
that's no longer our problem.
We could just chill.
- You hurt my wrist earlier.
- Mm.
Go make me a sandwich.
- Okay.
- You guys ready?
You guys ready?
Okay, so, are we all
set for our plea deals?
Okay, are we ready
to take pleas, Judge.
Judge.
Judge.
- So, um, what happened?
- The long and the
short of it, Your Honor,
is that Ms. Hardeman
asked their son, Leo, Jr.,
to do the dishes.
He balked and Leo intervened.
There was a bit of
pushing and shoving,
but there is no question
that Leo was first
to put his hands on his son.
- Got to barking in
your house, did he?
- Something like that.
- Your Honor, my client
pleads no contest.
- I accept that.
Who called the police?
- Mrs. Hardeman.
But to be clear,
she was concerned
for her husband, not the boy.
Stand up.
- Got it.
Leo, is there
anything you'd like
to say before I rule?
- He's right.
My wife told him
to do the dishes
and he refused.
Personally, I see
that as discipline.
But, I see the law
sees it otherwise.
- Yeah, they get
called on a domestic,
it's automatic arrest policy.
Somebody's gotta go.
Mr. Hardeman, I find you guilty,
but impose no jail time.
I'm gonna fine you $250.
And if I were you,
I'd make him pay it.
I had to find him guilty
because technically, he is.
But let me tell you what, son.
You not a victim of anything,
so don't let what just
happened here fool you.
Your father is just trying
to make sure that you end
up where you need to be.
And you need to respect
both his house and his wife.
Now, if you can't listen to him,
you're gonna find yourself here
on your way to
becoming a statistic
that he did everything he could
to help you avoid.
Do we understand each other?
- Yes, sir.
Matter's dismissed.
- So there's only one case
on the small claims docket?
- Yep.
Everybody settled
except one, guess who?
The Steeles.
- Really? Well, this'll be fun.
Fun?
- Interesting, Jean.
- They're a pain in the
mm is what they are.
- Well, maybe we can figure out
what makes old Lily tick.
Save that man some grief.
- Nothing but the grace of
God is gonna work that out.
- Well, one can come
to Jesus anywhere,
including here.
- Judge, what did you
do with the warrants?
- Right.
I know I have them here and, uh.
- Judge, you know what?
You are gonna have to
let me do something
with your office.
You're worse than Howard.
- I'll find them later.
- Okay, we're gonna have to
because we gotta get started.
- Okay.
Have you seen my shoes?
Ooh, there they are.
Here they go.
- All right.
You're all set.
- She working right?
- As right as an '05
Mustang will run.
- So how much I owe you.
- Oh, Grant will take
care of you inside.
- I want to know
how much I owe you.
- Not a thing.
- You sure?
- Tell Mack I said what's up.
- For what?
- It's been a minute.
- All right, you got my number.
- I do.
Yo, Grant.
He'll take care of you inside.
- I'd love to be
you, just for a day.
- You couldn't hang.
- I'd like to try.
- So, let me get this straight.
You're saying he's doing what?
- He's stealing from me
and I want my things back.
- What has he taken again.
- I, I have a list
here somewhere.
- Okay.
Okay.
So, while Ms. Steele is looking
for her list, why don't
you tell me anything
that you'd like me to know.
- You mean, like an
opening statement?
- Just what you think
that I'll see here.
- Nothing.
Judge, I haven't taken anything.
She misplaces things.
Sometimes I find them for
her, sometimes I don't.
I don't know what else to do.
She keeps at it
and I don't care.
- Gotcha.
Ms. Steele.
- I couldn't find the list,
but here's this figurine.
I got them in a fair
in the summer of 1972.
There's another
one just like it,
but he took it.
- Mm, okay, so, we have
a missing figurine.
- Oh, but there's so much more.
Oh, here it is.
Here's my list.
- Okay, you give me your
list, thank you, Jean,
and I'll read off
the items one by one
and you can tell me
how and when each one
of them went missing.
Oh.
Okay, so, I see we have a number
of missing scarves.
- Do you see the ones
with an asterisk by them?
They were missing, but
they've been returned.
- Okay, so then we don't need
to talk about them then.
There's only one scarf
that does not have an
asterisk next to it.
- Well, but, but, you're missing
the whole point here, Judge.
What happens is he takes them
and uses them and
then he returns them,
but when he does,
their energy is so off.
You see, this one?
It went missing October 7th
and I didn't get it
back until October 12th.
And this one, well,
it went missing
at the end of
January of last year
and this one, oh,
well, this one,
it just went missing
a few weeks ago.
- What now, Mom?
No, I gotta go home.
I got problems of my
own at my own house.
I can't fix them if I
keep having to come over
and solve yours.
Well, Daddy's right.
That he may be, but
he's not stupid.
- Judge Johnson, we need you.
- Did you hear that?
Gotta go.
You can handle it.
Thank you.
- Heard what about
Edward Trasden.
- Oh?
- Hell of a pickup on your part.
- Who told you that?
- Jean.
- He read all wrong.
It's raining.
You mind if I walk you?
- Sure.
- I'll grab my umbrella.
- I appreciate your
encouragement and praise.
- Oh, of course.
You've got great instincts.
- Thank you.
- You keep it up, it's
gonna serve you well.
Thanks, Dad.
- Well, it's not the
dynamic I was asking for
on that compliment.
- Well, speaking of dads,
there is where I get
my instincts from.
- Well, he sounds
like a great man.
- He is.
- Few see it and just,
I mean, and you're so young.
- You wanna grab a bite?
I know of a spot.
- I gotta get home.
- To Darrell?
- Yeah.
- A little birdie told me
that you and Mr. Darrell
Johnson aren't married.
- You really helped
me out today, Martin.
Thank you.
- Anytime.
In you go.
Drive carefully.
What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.
Haven't heard from
you in a while
and can't seem to
get you on the phone.
- Well, I've been busy.
- Yeah?
I see that.
- No, you don't.
- You don't even try, do you?
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Mm.
You wanna
grab a bite? Come on.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh.
- Hey.
Hey.
What is going on?
- Hi.
- Hey, how are you?
- Good, thank you.
My name is Jay.
- Jay, I'm Darrell.
- Oh, nice to meet you.
- Put your stuff down
and grab a seat for me.
I'll be over there in a minute.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Walk slow, though.
- Oh.
- I wanna see you
walk over there.
Yeah.
Mm.
- Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm,
real flowers, huh?
Mm-hmm, yeah.
- And chocolates.
For me?
All for you.
- Oh, you've been home all
day drinking in the dark?
- Getting ready.
- What are you looking to do
and why do you have
to be drunk to do it?
- Be cool. Be quiet.
That's
baby making music.
Oh.
- Ain't no pull out game.
- What are you doing?
Oh, my God.
Okay.
All right.
- Oh, I need you
back in front of me.
- Oh, my.
Oh, my God.
- Ain't nothing coming out.
- Go sexy.
Go sexy.
Hey, baby.
Hey, baby.
Go, baby.
Hey.
That's mine right there.
- All yours.
What'd I say?
This is for you.
- Oh, thank you.
Come here.
- What, me?
- Yeah, you.
- Come on dance with me.
Dance with me like you used to.
Hey, ooh, okay.
- You're the best.
- Look, I know
things haven't been
as smooth as they used to.
- Mm-hmm.
- But I been trying really
hard to make this work.
And I hope that we
can build from here,
move forward from here
and be right here, better.
- Me, too.
- Don't even think about it.
- I'm sorry.
- No.
- It's be cool. Be quiet.
- Jay, I'm serious.
- Just-
Be cool.
- Jay.
- Be, hey, what's wrong?
What?
Okay, just, just hang tight.
We'll be right there.
- What the fuck you mean we?
- Darrell, my dad
and, got into it
with Michael and Tanisha.
He's threatening to kill
everybody, we gotta go.
- That's their problem,
that's not our problem.
- That's our problem.
- No, it's not our problem.
Our problem is not a problem.
- Darrell, please.
- It's actually a solution.
It's actually right here.
- Darrell, please.
- Let's just go, okay.
We will get him together,
dope him up and then
we will be back here
in no time and that's it.
Come on.
What are you worried about
some fucking candles?
- No, I'm worried
about me and you
and what we're doing right now.
- And nothing is
going to change.
We're just gonna go-
- You can't recreate a moment.
- Yes, you can.
You can light a
hundred fucking candles
anytime you want.
- That doesn't bring
this moment right here.
- Okay, so then
we'll do it again.
- I mean, we could sit there-
- You're complaining
about fucking candles,
are you serious?
- Who the fuck are you
raising your voice at?
- Okay, you're complaining
about fucking candles,
are you fucking serious.
Can you just not be a
narcissist right now,
is that possible?
- I can't fuckin' believe you.
- What? What narcissist?
What can't you believe?
- Oh, so I'm a narcissist?
- Yes!
- Do you not see
what's going on here?
- Why do you have such a
big problem with family?
- You put your family before
me every fuckin' time.
- I don't understand.
Everything is about you.
Everything is about
me, this relationship.
It's not just me and you.
- Well, you know what?
I'd rather a a
fuckin' narcissist
than a fuckin' pill popper.
- Yeah, I might be a
fuckin' pill popper,
but at least I'm
honest about my shit.
At least I know
who the fuck I am.
You, you're a fucking liar.
You lie about who
the fuck you are,
you lie about who the
fuck you're fucking.
I may not have a lot of
sane shit going on for me,
but at least I fucking love
and at least I have a
family that fucking loves me
and I, and I hate
to fucking say this
because I don't like
to use this word,
but you're fucking jealous
and that is the
root of your shit.
Maybe you need to go out there
and find your fucking father.
- Get the fuck out my face, Jay.
- Get your fucking shoes on
and get in the
motherfucking car.
That's what Darrell.
- I knew this day would come.
- Just calm down.
- Yeah.
Daddy, calm down.
Calm down.
Everything's all out of place.
- Dad.
- Jay!
- Daddy.
- What did you take, huh?
- Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,
Daddy, it's me, it's me.
It's Jay.
- You took something,
I know you did.
You took my plans.
- No, I didn't.
- Daddy, Daddy, hang on.
Just talk to me.
- I don't wanna hear
anything from you, Jay.
Y'all gonna learn toady.
- Look, okay, well, I
ain't scared of you.
- Wait a minute, calm down.
How you just gonna
come up in here.
What you working for him, too.
- Be cool, man, just chill.
- Chill?
How you gonna tell me
the fuck to do in my house.
All you motherfuckers
are gonna go
to prison, all of you.
- What do you
think you're doing?
- What do you mean
what am I doing?
You started this shit.
- Yo, Mike, chill, man.
- What do you mean,
will you look at this.
- Michael, I asked
you for money,
not your weird ass daddy.
Ain't my fault you
ain't got shit.
- Yo, what the hell
you laughing at
with your GED-having ass.
- Don't put your hands on him.
- Ow!
- Stay your ass down
before I put you back down.
- Okay, it's time for
you to get out now.
You were supposed to be here
for a few weeks.
It's been three
months, get out now.
- How you gonna tell me
to live with in my own house.
Your house?
Police, open up.
Who
called the police?
- Darrell, come on,
straighten up, come on.
- Come on this side.
Sit, sit, sit with
Mom, sit with Mom.
- Get your ass over
here, sit down, boy.
How
you doing, officers?
- That's a more
pleasant greeting
than we usually get.
- Judge?
- Officer Taylor, right, hi.
- This is the most
congenial domestic violence
I've ever encountered.
- They called it
in as a domestic?
- Yep.
- No way we can nudge
this down to assault
or disorderly?
- It came into dispatch as DV,
it's out of our hands.
- Aw, damn.
- Hey, Judge, if you
can just identify
the main perpetrator, we
can call it in as that.
- I know, somebody's gotta go.
Just one second, please.
- I am not going to jail
for your family, Jay.
- It's not like you've
not been to jail before.
- You wanna put your
dad, he's the problem.
- He's not in his right mind.
He goes down there,
he'll tell all the wrong things
to all the wrong people
and if we get Bounce
and Tanisha to do it,
then they're not
going down alone.
They'll implicate all of us
and then we're
all going to jail.
- What about your mama.
- I know you are not
about to say my mama.
- Ain't this about a bitch.
- You're pouting again, Lilly.
- I had the things.
It was all right there.
I don't know why
they can't see it.
- 'Cause it was nothing there.
Well, if you're
not gonna eat it.
- Downstairs again all day?
I gotta, I gotta pay
better attention.
I gotta get it all written,
written down and
I, get, get that,
I gotta get, get her.
She sees him.
She don't like him.
Get her!
Get her.
I gotta go and get her.
Larry!
Larry!
Stop that banging.
Bang, bang, bang.
Larry!
You bang.
I bang.
You bang!
I bang!
- Lilly, I told
you I was working.
♪ I heard him say
chilvary was dead ♪
♪ Uh huh
♪ I can see it in
your eyes you scared ♪
♪ Uh huh
♪ Cause it ain't
nothin' for you here ♪
♪ Lot of skeletons
in my closet there ♪
♪ Uh huh
♪ Baby, destruction
is part of the plan ♪
♪ I'm your leader, the
emporer, the maze ♪
♪ I'ma need my
respect in the face ♪
♪ And if you get
offended, too bad ♪
♪ Cause I'm the heart eater
♪ I'm the heart eater,
baby, it's a dinner date ♪
♪ I'ma eat solo, solo,
solo, solo, solo, solo. ♪
I know what you're doing?
Making me look like
a fool in front
of all of those people.
- That's not true.
Oh, no.
- And here we are again,
you're not following the rules.
- You don't need
to do this Edward,
you really don't.
Get up.
- Oh, no, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- Hey, shh.
If you don't stop yellin',
you're gonna wake up the kids.
You know what happens then.
No, please, no.
- Too late.
Now, let's see.
Where did I leave off last time.
- What's going on here?
Valium and liquor, really Jay?
- I have got to get some sleep.
- Said Michael
Jackson to the doctor.
It ain't easy being
a Johnson, is it.
- Easy is overrated.
A million easy women
that you could be with,
but here you are with me.
- At least you not as
bad as your father.
- Hello.
- Does it make you
mad that you got it
and your brother didn't?
- Emotional challenges
and intellect
often live in the same house.
I wouldn't trade places
with that idiot for all
the peace in paradise.
- Well, you may not
need peace, but I do.
That job you got.
You know the one
that pays you less
than the one you had so
we can be together more.
- Shit.
- But when you here,
you not really here.
And I ain't gonna lie.
It's getting old.
- How do you do that, hmm?
- Do what?
- It's always about
you, isn't it, huh, huh.
- That's right.
I'm up at 2 o'clock
in the morning trying
to make sure you got
your shit together.
But it's about me, right.
I didn't think so.
I'm going to bed.
- Like just keep looking.
- I don't even know
what I'm looking for.
- Numbers, T, we're
looking for numbers,
like a combination or some sort.
- Do you even know
what you're doing?
- Yes, I do this all the time.
- Do what all the time?
- Uh, it's not what you think.
- It's always what I think.
That bitch has gotta go.
- Okay, first of all,
this was his idea.
And who the hell you
callin' bitch, bitch?
- I'm calling you and you
need to get out of my house.
- Hey, don't call
my mama a bitch.
- Don't call my mama,
don't talk to Mama.
- Okay, well, come
say it to my face, ho.
- What, Mom.
- It is not a problem.
- Mom, Mom.
- You are in my house and-
- Okay, kick me out then.
Put me out.
- I got it just calm
down, why don't you put
your arm down there.
- So, put me out lady.
- What?
- I'm putting you out.
- Oh, no, no, no.
- Looks like you're
deep into something,
is this a bad time?
- Jean, I just sent you
that Mason Manor
development thing.
Got it, thanks.
- Mason Manor,
messy housing case.
Wasn't that with Ruth?
- Yeah, well, she got stuck
'cause it's complicated
and I like complicated.
- You trying to get
on her good side?
- She's got one.
- Oh, it's there.
- Oh.
- Yeah, she just, she
was our sole queen
for a long time and
you just show up and-
- Oh, it's not just that.
She's also, I don't know,
there are these veiled
references to Anderson.
- You didn't get
that woman killed.
You know, it happens to
us all sooner or later.
You miss something
because you don't have
a crystal ball
and everyone likes
to think that you
do, but you don't.
- Have you seen the latest?
- And it isn't just the
men abandoning the women
to the men's bad behavior.
Let me introduce you
to Judge Jay Johnson.
- Yeah, I can't.
You can't let some kid
who has no idea what
she's talking about
let you second guess yourself.
A while back,
I was on the bench
three or four years
and I was cocky.
Howard even said something
to me about it once.
- What did he say?
- Don't get your
wings burned, Ike.
- Ah.
- I'm not gonna lie, I didn't
understand the reference.
I had to look it up.
- Icarus didn't
listen to his daddy
and flew too close to the sun.
And got
his wings burned.
- Anyway, I had Loretha Mathis
on our domestic violence docket.
She hit her mother over the head
with a skillet.
And she came in here angry,
yelling and cursing
with all that.
Problem was I got caught
up in her attitude
and I didn't listen.
I always sent DV
cases to probation
for them to write up a
pre-sentencing report,
but she got so far
underneath my skin
and once she pled out, I
sentenced her right there.
I put her in jail
for six months.
- So what happened?
- Less than two months
after she got out,
she was dead, poisoning.
- Her mother?
- Ethyl alcohol.
Takes a while and
it's not pretty
and had I got a
pre-sentencing report,
I would've known that
Loretha's mother had
a long history with CPS
for abusing her kids.
- Hmm.
- Loretha was the oldest
and she was just
trying to protect
her brothers and sisters,
but all I saw was
a loud, Black woman
and I have to live with that.
The point is, we're judges.
And we're not infallible.
- Thank you.
- Uh, Judge, I'm gonna
get to the Mason thing,
but your docket is pretty thick,
so we gotta get out there now.
- Hmm.
- As do I, yeah.
You okay?
- Better, although, yeah,
you could've come
in with that story
a little bit sooner.
- Yeah.
- Martin.
- Howard.
- Did he tell you about Loretha?
- How'd you know?
- I told him to.
After that ignorant shit he did.
The least he could do is make
it come to some good.
Want one?
- No, I'm good, thank you.
- So how's our docket
shaping up for today?
- Just got a DV from
Deep Alpharetta.
That's unusual.
- Deep Alpharetta?
- Oh, you know, Deep Alpharetta.
They're where the houses get big
and really far apart.
You see, I'm from
Shallow Alpharetta.
And you have been in
swats for a long time,
which is starting
to get rough around
the edges, no.
- Well, that's true
everywhere, sis.
- Why do you stay?
- I'm too old to change.
Besides, you and Martin can have
a Shallow Alpharetta.
- Got no flavor.
- Flavor?
- All those people out
there with their MAGA hats
in Southwest Atlanta,
talking about
defunding the police.
Two communities, full of people,
looking for somebody
else to blame
for their predicament
other than themselves.
You know, muni court
used to be a place
where regular people
who got themselves
in a squeeze came.
Now, the whole world's worries
and America's failings
wash up in waves.
But I'm retiring in two.
- Look, I think we
should get out of here.
Domestic violence dockets
are always a beast.
- Let them wait.
What are they
gonna do, complain?
They're all out there trying not
to go to jail and you the one
they gotta convince
not to send them.
- Yeah, but.
- Yeah, but my ass.
Judge!
- You worry too much, Jean.
Jean knows what's
what, don't you, sis?
- Judge, I swear you
get worse every day.
Andrew told me that you cursed
on the bench twice last week.
- Two years, count 'em, two,
with nary an election in 'em.
And I'm ridin' off
into the sunset
with a full pension
and health benefits.
- Get it together.
- There's nothing
they can do to me now.
I say what I like and
I like what I say.
- Thanks for giving
me Jean, by the way.
She keeps me- -
Altogether, I know, yeah.
- You don't have to
keep thanking me.
My sister's been worried
about me retiring.
I go, she's out of a job.
Now that you're here,
she's good to go
as long as you are.
- I just, I still feel
like we're cheating
on you or something.
- At the first opportunity,
I'll ask a favor of you,
then we'll be even, how's that?
- It'll work.
- Okay, I better go
and get robed up.
All right, take care now.
- Okay, I'll accept that plea.
Prosecutor Meeks,
what do we have here?
- Your Honor, on the
date and time indicated,
police were called to the
house of Edward Trasden
by one 16-year-old
Elliot Trasden.
That's the son of the
defendant and he victim.
- Victim?
- Yes.
Victim.
Let's see here.
Once they arrived,
Mr. Trasden refused
to let the officers in,
so they forced the door.
Once inside, the
son told the police
his mother was in
the master bathroom.
When they coaxed her out,
they noticed that she had
a bright red spot on the
left side of her face,
indicating that she
had been slapped.
- If I may, Your Honor.
Mr. Trasden does admit
to hitting Mrs. Trasden,
but these were
extraordinary circumstances.
My client had just found out
that his wife was
having an affair
and in the heat of an
argument slapped her.
He regrets that, Your Honor,
and while we know
this court prefers
to send these
matters to probation
to make a pre-trial
sentencing report,
we humbly request
that you consider
sentencing today.
Mr. Trasden is an
investment banker
with no criminal record.
He understands he was wrong
and just so you're
comfortable, Judge,
Ms. Trasden is
here and is willing
to confirm these statements.
- I always send DVs for
pre-sentencing reports.
- Can you just hear from her?
I think she'll put
your mind at ease.
- Okay, well, send her in.
- Thank you, Judge.
- But I don't know
what she'll say
that'll make me change my mind.
Mrs. Trasden, you can
come up here, please.
- Thank you.
- How are you?
- I'm fine, Your Honor.
- If I may, I'd like to ask
her a few questions just
to move this thing along.
- Mr. Malloy, there is no way
that I'm letting the attorney
of a domestic violence
perpetrator interrogate a victim.
This is not a trial.
- Certainly, Your Honor.
- Mrs. Trasden,
you are the victim
and this is not a trial.
You can speak to me
now if you want to,
but you do not have to.
You can speak to my
probation officer privately
if this is too
uncomfortable for you.
Moreover, you have the right
to request a restraining
order against Mr. Trasden
if you feel that
you have any concern
about his safety while
he's out awaiting
a pre-sentencing report.
And I am very serious about
my restraining orders.
If you so much as
pass her on the street
and wink, you will
serve every single day
of six months in jail.
- Oh, no, I understand.
This is my fault.
- Mrs. Trasden,
where is Elliott?
- He's at- - He's fine.
- Your mama never told you
to speak when spoken to?
First of all, I
wasn't talking to you
and second of all
I asked where he is
and I asked that
question to Ms. Trasden.
- Judge, this is just a case
of a fleeting moment of anger
after he received
such devastating news.
If the court could
just consider closing
this matter today,
both Mr. and Mrs. Trasden
would be grateful.
- You know what?
Okay, I agree.
There's no need for a
pre-sentencing report
at this time.
- Thank you so much, Your Honor.
You will not regret this.
- Yes, thank you, Your Honor.
We're anxious to get this
marriage back on track.
- Mr. Trasden,
based on your plea
of no contest to both
obstruction of justice
and domestic violence,
I find you guilty as charged
and sentenced you to
eight months in jail.
I will stay all but 60
days of that sentence,
but you must start
serving today.
Jean, will you get Mr. Wheeler
and Mr. Grimes in here.
Mr. Trasden is
going to jail today.
Now, I don't know what's
going on in your house,
but what I do know is
that I am not gonna let
you go home.
You are a man who
is prone to anger.
I could see it all in your face,
the way you fix your suit,
the way you smile.
You're a man that
needs to be in control
at all times.
And what's interesting is
that she walked in here
and you smiled like
a Cheshire cat,
even though you had just learned
that you cheated on you.
Mm-mm.
I also asked, "Where is Elliott
and you said to me, "He's fine."
Well, why in the
world wouldn't he be?
What I believe is that
you didn't just slap her.
You beat her, didn't you?
Because I know the difference
between a flinch of surprise
and a flinch of pain.
Now what I'm going
to do is I'm going
to send social
services to that house
and have them report back to me.
That'll determine
whether I continue
to stay those last six months
or whether he'll
have to serve them,
but whatever happens,
Mrs. Trasden is not safe
and neither is her son
and I'm gonna ask you
and you can answer me truthfully
because you are safe here.
Is Elliott okay?
- No, he's not, Your Honor.
Come here Michael.
- Yes, Mom.
- I need to know how
that packing is going.
Come on,
I thought we talked
about this already.
- What we talked about
was you all moving in
for just a few weeks
after you lost all
the money influencing.
- Come on, Ma,
this is the future.
Look, I got some
dope bright ideas.
- All you got is debt, a diploma
and bad taste in women.
I heard that.
- This is my house.
- Okay, but it was his idea.
Why I gotta leave?
- Ma, come on, you act
like were were stealing.
We was, you know, just
down there looking for the-
- Oh, please.
You might be hanging
with a criminal,
you're not cut out for this.
- Really?
You wanna talk
about me like that
in front of her?
I am your son, hello.
- My son, 28, in my basement
with the corner ho.
- Uh, okay, bitch,
I know you old,
but you better
watch- - No, no, no.
- Relax, stop.
- You saw that, right?
- Yeah, I saw that.
Come on, goddamn it.
- Look what you did.
Now I got to deal with this.
Son of a bitch.
Get to packing.
- I told you we
would get caught.
What we supposed to do now?
- Nothing, just relax, aight.
Look, one he go on
his little rant,
that's no longer our problem.
We could just chill.
- You hurt my wrist earlier.
- Mm.
Go make me a sandwich.
- Okay.
- You guys ready?
You guys ready?
Okay, so, are we all
set for our plea deals?
Okay, are we ready
to take pleas, Judge.
Judge.
Judge.
- So, um, what happened?
- The long and the
short of it, Your Honor,
is that Ms. Hardeman
asked their son, Leo, Jr.,
to do the dishes.
He balked and Leo intervened.
There was a bit of
pushing and shoving,
but there is no question
that Leo was first
to put his hands on his son.
- Got to barking in
your house, did he?
- Something like that.
- Your Honor, my client
pleads no contest.
- I accept that.
Who called the police?
- Mrs. Hardeman.
But to be clear,
she was concerned
for her husband, not the boy.
Stand up.
- Got it.
Leo, is there
anything you'd like
to say before I rule?
- He's right.
My wife told him
to do the dishes
and he refused.
Personally, I see
that as discipline.
But, I see the law
sees it otherwise.
- Yeah, they get
called on a domestic,
it's automatic arrest policy.
Somebody's gotta go.
Mr. Hardeman, I find you guilty,
but impose no jail time.
I'm gonna fine you $250.
And if I were you,
I'd make him pay it.
I had to find him guilty
because technically, he is.
But let me tell you what, son.
You not a victim of anything,
so don't let what just
happened here fool you.
Your father is just trying
to make sure that you end
up where you need to be.
And you need to respect
both his house and his wife.
Now, if you can't listen to him,
you're gonna find yourself here
on your way to
becoming a statistic
that he did everything he could
to help you avoid.
Do we understand each other?
- Yes, sir.
Matter's dismissed.
- So there's only one case
on the small claims docket?
- Yep.
Everybody settled
except one, guess who?
The Steeles.
- Really? Well, this'll be fun.
Fun?
- Interesting, Jean.
- They're a pain in the
mm is what they are.
- Well, maybe we can figure out
what makes old Lily tick.
Save that man some grief.
- Nothing but the grace of
God is gonna work that out.
- Well, one can come
to Jesus anywhere,
including here.
- Judge, what did you
do with the warrants?
- Right.
I know I have them here and, uh.
- Judge, you know what?
You are gonna have to
let me do something
with your office.
You're worse than Howard.
- I'll find them later.
- Okay, we're gonna have to
because we gotta get started.
- Okay.
Have you seen my shoes?
Ooh, there they are.
Here they go.
- All right.
You're all set.
- She working right?
- As right as an '05
Mustang will run.
- So how much I owe you.
- Oh, Grant will take
care of you inside.
- I want to know
how much I owe you.
- Not a thing.
- You sure?
- Tell Mack I said what's up.
- For what?
- It's been a minute.
- All right, you got my number.
- I do.
Yo, Grant.
He'll take care of you inside.
- I'd love to be
you, just for a day.
- You couldn't hang.
- I'd like to try.
- So, let me get this straight.
You're saying he's doing what?
- He's stealing from me
and I want my things back.
- What has he taken again.
- I, I have a list
here somewhere.
- Okay.
Okay.
So, while Ms. Steele is looking
for her list, why don't
you tell me anything
that you'd like me to know.
- You mean, like an
opening statement?
- Just what you think
that I'll see here.
- Nothing.
Judge, I haven't taken anything.
She misplaces things.
Sometimes I find them for
her, sometimes I don't.
I don't know what else to do.
She keeps at it
and I don't care.
- Gotcha.
Ms. Steele.
- I couldn't find the list,
but here's this figurine.
I got them in a fair
in the summer of 1972.
There's another
one just like it,
but he took it.
- Mm, okay, so, we have
a missing figurine.
- Oh, but there's so much more.
Oh, here it is.
Here's my list.
- Okay, you give me your
list, thank you, Jean,
and I'll read off
the items one by one
and you can tell me
how and when each one
of them went missing.
Oh.
Okay, so, I see we have a number
of missing scarves.
- Do you see the ones
with an asterisk by them?
They were missing, but
they've been returned.
- Okay, so then we don't need
to talk about them then.
There's only one scarf
that does not have an
asterisk next to it.
- Well, but, but, you're missing
the whole point here, Judge.
What happens is he takes them
and uses them and
then he returns them,
but when he does,
their energy is so off.
You see, this one?
It went missing October 7th
and I didn't get it
back until October 12th.
And this one, well,
it went missing
at the end of
January of last year
and this one, oh,
well, this one,
it just went missing
a few weeks ago.
- What now, Mom?
No, I gotta go home.
I got problems of my
own at my own house.
I can't fix them if I
keep having to come over
and solve yours.
Well, Daddy's right.
That he may be, but
he's not stupid.
- Judge Johnson, we need you.
- Did you hear that?
Gotta go.
You can handle it.
Thank you.
- Heard what about
Edward Trasden.
- Oh?
- Hell of a pickup on your part.
- Who told you that?
- Jean.
- He read all wrong.
It's raining.
You mind if I walk you?
- Sure.
- I'll grab my umbrella.
- I appreciate your
encouragement and praise.
- Oh, of course.
You've got great instincts.
- Thank you.
- You keep it up, it's
gonna serve you well.
Thanks, Dad.
- Well, it's not the
dynamic I was asking for
on that compliment.
- Well, speaking of dads,
there is where I get
my instincts from.
- Well, he sounds
like a great man.
- He is.
- Few see it and just,
I mean, and you're so young.
- You wanna grab a bite?
I know of a spot.
- I gotta get home.
- To Darrell?
- Yeah.
- A little birdie told me
that you and Mr. Darrell
Johnson aren't married.
- You really helped
me out today, Martin.
Thank you.
- Anytime.
In you go.
Drive carefully.
What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.
Haven't heard from
you in a while
and can't seem to
get you on the phone.
- Well, I've been busy.
- Yeah?
I see that.
- No, you don't.
- You don't even try, do you?
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Mm.
You wanna
grab a bite? Come on.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh.
- Hey.
Hey.
What is going on?
- Hi.
- Hey, how are you?
- Good, thank you.
My name is Jay.
- Jay, I'm Darrell.
- Oh, nice to meet you.
- Put your stuff down
and grab a seat for me.
I'll be over there in a minute.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Walk slow, though.
- Oh.
- I wanna see you
walk over there.
Yeah.
Mm.
- Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm,
real flowers, huh?
Mm-hmm, yeah.
- And chocolates.
For me?
All for you.
- Oh, you've been home all
day drinking in the dark?
- Getting ready.
- What are you looking to do
and why do you have
to be drunk to do it?
- Be cool. Be quiet.
That's
baby making music.
Oh.
- Ain't no pull out game.
- What are you doing?
Oh, my God.
Okay.
All right.
- Oh, I need you
back in front of me.
- Oh, my.
Oh, my God.
- Ain't nothing coming out.
- Go sexy.
Go sexy.
Hey, baby.
Hey, baby.
Go, baby.
Hey.
That's mine right there.
- All yours.
What'd I say?
This is for you.
- Oh, thank you.
Come here.
- What, me?
- Yeah, you.
- Come on dance with me.
Dance with me like you used to.
Hey, ooh, okay.
- You're the best.
- Look, I know
things haven't been
as smooth as they used to.
- Mm-hmm.
- But I been trying really
hard to make this work.
And I hope that we
can build from here,
move forward from here
and be right here, better.
- Me, too.
- Don't even think about it.
- I'm sorry.
- No.
- It's be cool. Be quiet.
- Jay, I'm serious.
- Just-
Be cool.
- Jay.
- Be, hey, what's wrong?
What?
Okay, just, just hang tight.
We'll be right there.
- What the fuck you mean we?
- Darrell, my dad
and, got into it
with Michael and Tanisha.
He's threatening to kill
everybody, we gotta go.
- That's their problem,
that's not our problem.
- That's our problem.
- No, it's not our problem.
Our problem is not a problem.
- Darrell, please.
- It's actually a solution.
It's actually right here.
- Darrell, please.
- Let's just go, okay.
We will get him together,
dope him up and then
we will be back here
in no time and that's it.
Come on.
What are you worried about
some fucking candles?
- No, I'm worried
about me and you
and what we're doing right now.
- And nothing is
going to change.
We're just gonna go-
- You can't recreate a moment.
- Yes, you can.
You can light a
hundred fucking candles
anytime you want.
- That doesn't bring
this moment right here.
- Okay, so then
we'll do it again.
- I mean, we could sit there-
- You're complaining
about fucking candles,
are you serious?
- Who the fuck are you
raising your voice at?
- Okay, you're complaining
about fucking candles,
are you fucking serious.
Can you just not be a
narcissist right now,
is that possible?
- I can't fuckin' believe you.
- What? What narcissist?
What can't you believe?
- Oh, so I'm a narcissist?
- Yes!
- Do you not see
what's going on here?
- Why do you have such a
big problem with family?
- You put your family before
me every fuckin' time.
- I don't understand.
Everything is about you.
Everything is about
me, this relationship.
It's not just me and you.
- Well, you know what?
I'd rather a a
fuckin' narcissist
than a fuckin' pill popper.
- Yeah, I might be a
fuckin' pill popper,
but at least I'm
honest about my shit.
At least I know
who the fuck I am.
You, you're a fucking liar.
You lie about who
the fuck you are,
you lie about who the
fuck you're fucking.
I may not have a lot of
sane shit going on for me,
but at least I fucking love
and at least I have a
family that fucking loves me
and I, and I hate
to fucking say this
because I don't like
to use this word,
but you're fucking jealous
and that is the
root of your shit.
Maybe you need to go out there
and find your fucking father.
- Get the fuck out my face, Jay.
- Get your fucking shoes on
and get in the
motherfucking car.
That's what Darrell.
- I knew this day would come.
- Just calm down.
- Yeah.
Daddy, calm down.
Calm down.
Everything's all out of place.
- Dad.
- Jay!
- Daddy.
- What did you take, huh?
- Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,
Daddy, it's me, it's me.
It's Jay.
- You took something,
I know you did.
You took my plans.
- No, I didn't.
- Daddy, Daddy, hang on.
Just talk to me.
- I don't wanna hear
anything from you, Jay.
Y'all gonna learn toady.
- Look, okay, well, I
ain't scared of you.
- Wait a minute, calm down.
How you just gonna
come up in here.
What you working for him, too.
- Be cool, man, just chill.
- Chill?
How you gonna tell me
the fuck to do in my house.
All you motherfuckers
are gonna go
to prison, all of you.
- What do you
think you're doing?
- What do you mean
what am I doing?
You started this shit.
- Yo, Mike, chill, man.
- What do you mean,
will you look at this.
- Michael, I asked
you for money,
not your weird ass daddy.
Ain't my fault you
ain't got shit.
- Yo, what the hell
you laughing at
with your GED-having ass.
- Don't put your hands on him.
- Ow!
- Stay your ass down
before I put you back down.
- Okay, it's time for
you to get out now.
You were supposed to be here
for a few weeks.
It's been three
months, get out now.
- How you gonna tell me
to live with in my own house.
Your house?
Police, open up.
Who
called the police?
- Darrell, come on,
straighten up, come on.
- Come on this side.
Sit, sit, sit with
Mom, sit with Mom.
- Get your ass over
here, sit down, boy.
How
you doing, officers?
- That's a more
pleasant greeting
than we usually get.
- Judge?
- Officer Taylor, right, hi.
- This is the most
congenial domestic violence
I've ever encountered.
- They called it
in as a domestic?
- Yep.
- No way we can nudge
this down to assault
or disorderly?
- It came into dispatch as DV,
it's out of our hands.
- Aw, damn.
- Hey, Judge, if you
can just identify
the main perpetrator, we
can call it in as that.
- I know, somebody's gotta go.
Just one second, please.
- I am not going to jail
for your family, Jay.
- It's not like you've
not been to jail before.
- You wanna put your
dad, he's the problem.
- He's not in his right mind.
He goes down there,
he'll tell all the wrong things
to all the wrong people
and if we get Bounce
and Tanisha to do it,
then they're not
going down alone.
They'll implicate all of us
and then we're
all going to jail.
- What about your mama.
- I know you are not
about to say my mama.
- Ain't this about a bitch.
- You're pouting again, Lilly.
- I had the things.
It was all right there.
I don't know why
they can't see it.
- 'Cause it was nothing there.
Well, if you're
not gonna eat it.
- Downstairs again all day?
I gotta, I gotta pay
better attention.
I gotta get it all written,
written down and
I, get, get that,
I gotta get, get her.
She sees him.
She don't like him.
Get her!
Get her.
I gotta go and get her.
Larry!
Larry!
Stop that banging.
Bang, bang, bang.
Larry!
You bang.
I bang.
You bang!
I bang!
- Lilly, I told
you I was working.
♪ I heard him say
chilvary was dead ♪
♪ Uh huh
♪ I can see it in
your eyes you scared ♪
♪ Uh huh
♪ Cause it ain't
nothin' for you here ♪
♪ Lot of skeletons
in my closet there ♪
♪ Uh huh
♪ Baby, destruction
is part of the plan ♪
♪ I'm your leader, the
emporer, the maze ♪
♪ I'ma need my
respect in the face ♪
♪ And if you get
offended, too bad ♪
♪ Cause I'm the heart eater
♪ I'm the heart eater,
baby, it's a dinner date ♪
♪ I'ma eat solo, solo,
solo, solo, solo, solo. ♪