P-Valley (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Legacy - full transcript

Oh, so you gon' act like you forgot
what happened last week on "P-Valley"?

Forcing deserving folk off their property
is not a way to run a city.

Auction's only two weeks away,
and your ass is gon' be on the block.

You everybody punk, from what I heard.

Nigga, you is dead to me!

Somebody danced in my place?

Yeah, they called her
M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter...

Somebody done posted
a video of me from last night.

Your vajayjay done went viral, girl.

You don't know Patrice Woodbine.

She stole from me.



All the money I had stashed up
in the church building fund,

she used it for her own fucking church.

It was the only way
I could get Terricka back.

You need to leave Terricka with
'Shelle.

Need to let somebody take you on up
out this office for a minute.

Where you gon' take me?

Oh, fuck.

- I'ma go talk to her.
- Let me handle her.

My wife went missing
the day Hurricane Drake hit.

I'll get my deputies to put up some flyers
around town quick-fast.

What do you mean I'm not allowed
any more transfers?

Apologies, Miss Savage,
but our records show

that you've done over ten
in the past few days.

I can run you ten stacks
by the end of the week.



- What I got to do?
- We gon' need IDs.

I know this man named Mane
that can hook us up.

- How many you need?
- Ten.

Okay.

Oh, okay.

Terricka, just give it
a little flick of the wrist.

Hey.

Yeah, she doing good.

You look good out there.

- Stop lying.
- Excuse me?

Don't make me jump over this fence.

Show some respect for your mama.

You couldn't even be my mama
for, like, one weekend.

I know you was supposed to come over last
weekend, but things went sideways a bit.

I saw you on the Chucalissa news.

Yeah.

Well, despite my lil' detour,

you best believe I'ma do exactly

what I gots to do
to get right back on track.

That's what you always say.

Look, I know my gym not happening,
like, right-right now,

but maybe 'Shelle'll let you
come back on the team.

- I don't want to come back.
- But why?

You love dance.

No.

I just love being around you.

You said three months ago
that you was gon' talk to 'Shelle.

You been sayin' it and sayin' it,

that one day, I'ma come live wit'
you.

- It's gon' happen.
- When?

Everything all right over here?

Yes, ma'am.

Terricka, go on back to your lesson.

- But, Ma...
- Don't "but, Ma" me.

Get back over there.

Child have any idea
how much Serena made last year?

Mercedes, what you doin' here?

She ain't return any of my textses.

So you thought bum-rushin'
her tennis lesson

was a good idea after you wound up in jail

the first weekend
you supposed to spend with her?

'Shelle, you know Patrice Woodbine.

I know she be trying it,

but you out here on the news
fighting like a lowlife,

and Terricka can't be part of that shit.

'Shelle, please, I got a room
made up for her and everything.

Look, sometime a mama got to learn
how not to disappoint.

I can't tell you how many times
I've had to get that girl

up off the bathroom floor
every time she hears,

"Mercedes not gon' make it today,
baby."

I can't keep watching you
hurt my lil' girl.

Your lil' girl?

Funny.

I do remember pushing her out my coochie.

Cortez probably rolling over in his grave.

Cortez ain't rolling nowhere
'cause I burned his cheating ass up.

Don't come 'round here talking
about what her daddy might do,

'cause he just ashes
in an urn on a mantel.

I'm the one that's alive.

I'm the one you need to deal with.

I'm the one who's got custody.

All I'm saying is that
she actually my blood,

and I ain't gon' let her down,
come hell or high water.

Look, I'm finna go. My Uber been waiting.

Then go get your chariot,
but you just remember

you got to prove
to a judge that you ready,

but, most importantly,
you got to prove it to me.

So you go have a blessed day.

Okay, okay.

- What?
- I didn't say nothin'.

Bitch, even when you quiet,
you stay doin' the most.

You a tennis coach now?

Bitch! Oh, this cute.

Can it actually kill people,

like your dead baby daddy widow?

I got it since we rolling
with this damn money.

- Let's get to the next drop.
- Okay.

I'ma ask Mane to get us some more IDs.

You can be Thelma, and I'll be Louise.

Look at you looking all,
like, krispy, baby Regal.

We just won't tell Daddy
how much they cost.

No, we won't.

No, we won't.

Oh, yeah.

You late.

Look, I don't know what you think
you saw the other night...

...but if you think you 'bout to
bribe me,

you got another thing coming.

I don't even know what you
talkin' about right now.

Actually, I brought you here
'cause I got a question for you.

How, like, serious are you
about this music thing?

Somebody linked it
to my 'Gram this morning.

"Today's WorldStarHipHop fitness girl
of the day is @MissCrookedLetter

going HAM on the pole to a fresh track
by rapper Lil"...

Hold up.

Mu'fuckin' WorldStarHipHop, man?

- Yeah.
- I'm glowin' the fuck up.

I'ma shoot this over to Woddy 'nem.

What? For what?

Who Woddy gon' slide it on to?
He ain't got no connections.

He's just some weird-ass nigga
who grew up in a funeral home.

- He my manager.
- What he managin'?

You only got, like, five pictures
on your page, no tweets.

You ain't got no brand and no base...

at least not yet.

You want to know how many folks
started followin' me

since the video made the rounds?

Get the fuck of here.

There's something magnetic about a man
with a masterpiece on his arm.

Folks find out you booed up
with a Dirty Delta dime,

they ain't gon' know what to do.

What, you tryin' to be Keyshia
Ka'Oir to my Gucci Mane?

Yuh.

Bitches got to want to fuck you,

and niggas got to want to be you.

I likes that line.
I'ma throw that in my next joint.

Well, credit the right person.

That's Uncle Clifford's line, not mine.

This been goin' for a Mississippi
minute.

I don't know what you talkin' 'bout.

Black girls don't bruise.

Yeah, they do.

So we gon' build
on this momentum or what?

'Cause, you know, as fast this shit
hit, fast as it can go away.

What your man gon' think?

He gon' be cool with it.

He ain't got no choice but to be.

Aight, then.

Whatchu got in mind?

What's yo' selfie game like?

Right.

It's okay, baby.

Nigga, where you think you going?

To the kitchen.

Come on.

Dance with your Gran Muva.

Come on, baby.

All right, now.

Folks wouldn't know you was blind.

I don't need no eyes, child, to cut a rug.

I just needs my feets.

And I hold off on that sugar,

I keeps my feets.

What you said.

I remember when James Brown
came on down to the joint.

He thought he was somebody,

but soon as he showed up, I showed out!

So you trying to tell me you
done out-danced James Brown?

Now, I don't know if that's
a tall tale or a lie.

Wait a minute, now.

- You tried it. You tried it.
- Oh, help me up.

Oh, yeah.

See, them girls you got
working down at The Pynk

think they doing some shit,

but they don't know folks been dropping it
like it's hot in that spot

since before they mamas
and daddies was even thought of.

Come on, now, baby, hand me my blunt.

Hey.

Yeah, baby.

You know, they say weed
bring back your sight.

It don't,

but it sure as hell make you forget
you ain't got it.

You want some of them
neck bones I cooked up?

- No, I ain't hungry.
- What's they name?

- Who name?
- That nigga, owl.

- Mind your bitness.
- Your bitness is my bitness.

No, the bitness you need
to be worrying about

is this damn club
you done saddled me with.

There you go again.

What...

You know, all them loans you done took out

to keep Ernestine's afloat,
they still ain't do shit.

Well, you was the one
who said turning a juke joint

into a shake joint was gon' save
it.

Well, coochie can only do so much.

The Pynk is going up
on the auction block next week.

Next week? How in the hell...

How in the hell? This is how in the hell.

Right here.

This refinancing loan,
that one, this payday loan,

that one, this one,
just all this shit here, Gran Muva.

I mean, you know, it's probably
more in the kitchen.

You right.

I signed some things
I shouldn't have signed.

I ain't seen the numbers wasn't right.

But you done signed some shit
you wasn't supposed to sign, too.

That's 'cause I wanted a champagne room,
not no Zinfandel room.

Now, look, I took on some debt,
but look what I started out with.

Gran Muva, I think
we gon' lose it this time.

Clifford Sayles, that is not an
option.

Well, we done run out of them.

I ain't got no more money.

The Pynk is gone.

It's gone.

Look, I think it's time
you get on your knees

and ask your God for a favor.

Oh, God don't want His dick sucked
by me. I still got my teeth.

Oh, God, you just so uncouth.

Oh, Clifford.

Something gon' happen.

I see it.

You ought to bring him on by.

Ain't nobody bringing nobody
over here on no date.

Well, we could put a whole lot of love

in that pot of neck bones,
you know what I'm saying?

That ain't gon'...

...work.

What the fuck?

- Big L?
- What's happening, man?

How the fuck you find me here?

Neighborhood candy man
ain't never hard to find, man.

Come on, man.

Please don't...

Don't tell Gidget I'm in town, all right?

No, for real, now.

Yeah, I'm the last person
you have to worry about.

That motel manager's a Deep Throat.

Yeah, sadly, she ain't got one, though.

She a good brand manager, though.

The way you looking,

she must have figured
you needed a lil' relief.

I don't get high,
but I might need me a supply.

You want to hold something?

I thought The Pynk was too good
for that stash life.

This ain't about what
Uncle Clifford would do.

It's about what Big L gon' do.

So you was serious,

what you said when you helped me load
the truck last time?

I don't know if you heard,

but The Pynk ain't got long
for this world.

Yeah, I heard something on the matter.

Yeah, you gon' need somebody
to stash your shit.

Well, where you gon' stash
since The Pynk be closing?

Don't worry about all that.

Well, if you babysitting my shit,

I'ma need to know
where to pick it up, now.

I got ways of hiding things.
Just need a time and a chance.

What Uncle Clifford say

if she knew you even held shit
there for a minute?

Uncle Clifford ain't gon' find out,
but if she do,

I'll tell her this...

"You saved me from death once before.
Now it's high time for me to save you."

All right, bro.

I'll pay you 5K for the first hold.

Bet.

Welcome, pick nail color.

Phiphuong told me 'bout your five
o'clock. Sit down and kiki with me.

That was English.

- What you doing here?
- I gots me a hot date tonight.

So I'm here to get slayed.

What 'bout you?

Oh, don't tell me, this is your me time,

'cause I know most
of your time be the Mayor's.

He do keep me busy.

You been working down there at city hall.

You done forgot all about
your family at The Pynk.

I sure wish you had told us
about your boss

expediting that foreclosure notice.

I didn't know nothing about that.

Oh, like hell you ain't know.

A stripper-turned-house mother
know how to stay with open ears, okay?

I'm actually hurt.

As much as The Pynk done for you...

You was the first hoe I graduated.

Show a bitch some mu'fuckin'
gratitude.

I'll always be grateful for The Pynk.

That was truly a stepping-stone for me.

Well, the man you working for
trying to put a tombstone

on the one ladder left in this town

for pretty big-booty bitches like you.

Now, if there's any tea you can spill,

lukewarm or scorching,

I needs to sip it.

You was the first ho I graduated,

but you best make sure
that you ain't the last.

This bitch.

It got, like, 365,287
mu'fuckin' views.

You'd think Keyshawn's 'Gram was a mirror,
you looking at it so much.

Girl, please.

That's to get your car out the impound.

Now, if we split up, you hit the Telex
up in Tupelo and Booneville.

Fucking Booneville, man?

Best be some gas money up in here, too.

And since you ain't at The Pynk,
I'ma need the combination to your locker.

My refrigerator won't close no more.

Well, you stupid, you tryin'
to hide money up in a locker.

Not as stupid as a church building
fund.

Duly noted, bitch.

And next time you want to
squirrel away some scrilla...

You like that?

I been running with you so much,
I'm beginning to sound like you.

Bitch, you wish.

But for real, though,
next time, put your money

where nobody can find it...
offshore account.

Transfer it into Bitcoin.

- Bitch coin?
- Bitcoin.

After you change the currency,
you can transfer cash again and again,

just like what we doing now.

We best not get caught.

How you gon' get caught
stealin' your own money?

Well, I just know by the end of this week,
I'll have 10K, halfway there.

I'ma put it right down on another gym.

Look, if you ain't gon' take
my other piece of advice,

at least take this.

You gon' need an investor
for that dance gym.

- Spread the risk.
- And spread the reward?

I ain't gon' have nobody to thank
but my damn self when my gym pop off.

Just giving a friendly piece of ad...

Advice.

Hey, pickup for Watkins.

What? Y'all ain't talking no more?

Nope, ain't spoken to him in over a week.

Girl, with the look he done shot
over here, even my ass is pregnant.

Shut up.

You smart to dead that shit,
especially if a nigga spoil yo'
appetite.

Let it go.

Check, please.

Y'all good. That gentleman
just handled y'all bill.

Damn!

You finessed him without even looking?

God damn you high yellow heifers.

They say Confederate General Pemberton

fired this at the beginning
of the Battle of Chickasaw Bayou.

Look at that steel catch trigger,
that walnut wood stock.

Boy, she's a beauty.

Be careful with that, Andre.
Might have some bullets.

I never thought I'd get
to hold a Spencer carbine.

Hey, now, well, you know your guns.

Oh, I think I watched
one too many episodes of "Drunk History."

Speaking of drunk,
that's where I'm headed.

You pour me another one,
would you, Corbin?

You know, this little baby here...

one of Wyatt's favorite things
we inherited.

- Yes, sir.
- Mine was the farm.

Well, I'll keep the gun.
This land can go to hell.

All right, Wyatt, come on, now.

Well, let's do this
the old-fashioned way this time.

I just need y'all's signatures.

What was it you said before?

Most any landowner got
per acreage in all...

Of Mississippi history?

Let's go ahead and sign this fucker.

Then you and I, we can open up
Daddy's bottle of bourbon.

Amen, brother.

Corbin, why don't you go ahead
and sign first?

What you doing, Corbin?

I'm still reading.

Come on, now, stop pretending
you's a lawyer and sign the damn deal.

- I can't.
- I told you, Wayne.

I told you he was gonna up
and do this shit.

Leasing to the casino
is what we should be doing.

- Tell him, Andre.
- Did you hear the man?

This is the most anyone's
ever gotten here in history.

It ain't just about the money
to me, Wayne.

- What the fuck is it about?
- Legacy.

What, you's want to leave
something for your kinfolk?

Is that what this is?

Why you think you where
you at right now, huh?

Things been passed down to you,

and it ain't my fault
you done blew it all away.

Daddy told us we need to make something
out of our inheritance.

Daddy didn't give a shit
about our inheritance.

The only thing he gave a damn about
was guns and pussy,

and he damn near ran this family
into the ground playing with both.

Why you want to give this up?

We need to keep it in the family,

do what Daddy wanted.

I don't want nothing to do with that man.

Fact, I'm happy he's in the grave...

...'cause if he wasn't,
I would've put him there myself

on account of what he did
to his real family.

I am real.

And you gon' have to deal
with me for life.

Look, I'm not a family therapist.
I'm just a lawyer.

And if y'all don't come
to an agreement today,

then Promised Land will have to walk away.

- Then nobody gets...
- I've had about enough of this shit.

- What the fuck are you doing, Wayne?
- What the fuck you think I'm doing?

There ain't any bullets in there.

Is there?

Now, you know so much
about history, Andre.

Why don't you tell me who won
the Battle of Chickasaw Bayou?

- I don't know.
- Oh, come on, now, Morehouse.

They ain't teach you that?

The Confederacy.

But it was the Union
that eventually won, Wayne.

Well, see, now...

...contrary to popular belief...

...Civil War ain't over yet.

Fact, sometimes I wonder
if it's just begun.

I'll sign.

I'll sign.

I'll sign.

Well, look at that.

It's empty.

And I told Ike if he laid hand
one more 'gain on Tina,

I was gon' stuff a cone
in his ass my damn self.

Gran Muva, why don't you
quit telling a story?

Oh, let the elder speak.

Oh, hell, nigga,

stories is all a old lady got.

You see that picture
over in the far corner?

Come on, let me show you.

- Oh, yes, ma'am.
- Yes.

Now, see? See there?

There, that's me and Ann Peebles.

Honey, when she sang this song,

she about made the corrugated roof

turn straight like a white girl's hair.

Now, most folks don't know,

but Ernestine's is where
she met her manager,

and, well, the rest is her-story.

Seems like Ernestine's juke joint
was good on making stars.

You might want to go
and put my picture up there.

Oh, you sing?

Rap.

Well, if Ernestine's was still around,

but I don't think them girls at The Pynk

is gon' share they pole with you.

Don't matter.

It's all gon' be over soon.

Well...

...no one expected us
to last this long anyhow.

I remember a time when Pussy Valley

was more packed than hell.

You see, they pushed all us hos

to the end of the universe near the river.

And one by one, each brothel...

...was felled by flame and by flood,

but our lil' spot just kept on
truckin'.

Some say it was 'cause of God's grace,

but I'm a practical bitch.

I says it was 'cause we was on that bluff

'sides the levee.

I call it luck.

But maybe it truly was...

...God's grace.

Seems like The Pynk's built to last, then.

There's not much on this Earth that is.

That's why I say
if you got something good,

you got to keep hold to it.

You hear me, Clifford?

And who is this lil' nigga?

Goddamn.

You was a snaggletooth-ass queen.

Nigga, fuck you.

Honey, that boy came out
the coochie switching.

Oh, what, you gots to go?

Nah.

Nah, I'm good. I'm good.

Go on and top you off
with a little somethin'.

- What is it?
- Come here. Smell that.

That's good. That smell good.

Your guy don't got that.

Oh, now, he can come back.

- Y'all.
- Yes?

Your girl up here doing the most.

It's your girl
Miss M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter

chopping it up with my partner
in crime, Lil' Murda!

God is really shining down on me now.

And the Devil gon' be
right there behind him.

If y'all fell for "Fallin'," y'all
gonna go hard fuh this next joint.

Just y'all niggas wait.
Inspired by my Mississippi
Pride-Pride...

Yo' baby daddy gon' be lit over
this.

Stupid-ass ho.

- What the fuck is you doing, Keyshawn?
- It ain't nothing.

We was just throwin'
a lil' something to the stans.

They was hangry.

- This ain't no kind of good.
- What y'all so scared for?

Wonder what Mercedes would think
about you taking over her locker.

Same thing she think
about you taking over her spot.

But unlike her...

...I share my shit.

Combination 34-36-15.

Uncle Clifford, can you believe
some of these folks drove

all the way from Biloxi to see me?

Like, can you believe it?

This shit going all, like, worldwide.

Oh, bitch, Biloxi is down the street.
It ain't worldwide.

You know what I mean.

How you feel about a night
with me as the headliner?

They have eyes,
but they do not have sense.

Slow your roll, Miss Missy.

We could call it Murda Night.

Hear me on out, now.

With Mercedes gone,
you ain't got no kind of headliner.

Lil Murda song popping.

Even WorldStar done said
it's, like, the pick of the week.

Between me and him,
we could bring the folks on in here

before this go away for serious.

Did Lil' Murda put you up to this?

No, but we workin' together now.

Don't be J.

So this is goin' down, like, this Sunday.

Invites goin' on the 'Gram tonight.

Keyshawn, you best not
be trying to run me, heifer.

Hey!

Oh, Murda Night.

I taught her so well.

Don't blow up on my doorstep, boy.

Girl, you know you want my slime.

Nigga, whatever. Give me the goods, now.

So I got you a Jaderia Wilkins
and a DeeDee Strom.

I got homegirl a Amber Cross
and a Bryanna Jackson.

Why I get Jaderia and she get Amber?

Well, you want these folks
to believe y'all's lies, now, don't you?

Fine ass.

Damn.

So that's it.

Just these last few, and we done.

Damn, girl.

If I'd known
you was running stacks like this,

I'd been tried to be your girlfriend.

But alas, I's celibate.

Well, what about Mane?

Girl, you can't smash
in your own backyard,

but I loves to finger myself

to that lil' bow-legged mu'fucka
right there.

I can't with you.

- Where's the restroom?
- Right thataway.

The way you make your Kool-Aid
is trash, by the way.

Yeah, yeah, bitch, and your mama.

I know you hard of hearing,

but I know you ain't hard of seeing.

So I know you seen this ain't
no mu'fuckin' bathroom.

My bad.

I thought it was, so I just...

You like it, though?

The walls...

...they're a good girl color.

That's what I was thinking.

Only thing is,
she fucking hates purple now.

She likes fucking green.

So she got it from her mama.

I been decorating this room
for seven years.

Got the bed from the pawnshop,

bed skirt from Dollar Tree.

What about that glitter pillow?

Bitch, Marshalls had a sale.

Folks always ask why I stay in Chucalissa.

Go to Memphis, Atlanta.

You make more
at the clubs there than here.

Her not living here is far enough.

Time gonna come when I got her with me...

...where she belong...

…with her real mama.

What's her name?

Terricka.

What's yours?

Autumn.

It's hard livin' without them, ain't it?

Some days...

...it's hard livin' at all.

No, it ain't never that bad, baby.

Whatever make you feel like that,
give it the chop.

That's what I done learned
in this lil' life of mine.

Bones meant to be put in they grave.

You're lucky.

You get to be with her again.

You have to do

everything in your power to do that.

Hey I'm...

You said the bathroom was this way, right?

Bora Bora's looking good on you, Bill.

I'm supposed to be paragliding
with my wife in a few, Mr. Watkins.

Well, I promise to keep this short.

So the sale of Kyle Farms...
we're supposed to be good, right?

You got that signature?

Wayne Kyle and his brother, Corbin,
couldn't come to an agreement.

I couldn't get the signature.
But they may be willing to lease.

Shit. Well, that's it for Chucalissa.

Maybe we got to go
to another town up the river and build.

Need I remind you
we're already getting The Pynk

for below our 200K cap,

and Chucalissa is on the crux
of three states...

Arkansas, Mississippi, and Tennessee...

with a major interstate
slicing right through,

straight on the Mississippi River
beside a bluff...

- I understand that.
- ...and on a levee.

When you find the one,
you put a ring on it,

and to do that,

I think we should lease
the Kyle farm instead.

- Lease?
- Pay the Kyle family

what they're worth, not what they want.

Lock them into a leasing fee
of $15,000 per month.

Well, just get it done, or you're done,

and so is that 5% commission.

Fuck, yeah.

It's yuh girl Miss Mississippi.

We out here in the cut
witcho boy Lil' Murda!

Yea!

You hear that? Lil' Murda on the
track.

DJ Neva Scared on that 808 and that
Mooge.

Holla!

Tell yuh friends that slayage
is going down at The Pynk.

Slide through this Sunday
for Murda Night.

You don't want to miss it.

My niggas finna get bodied
up in that bitch.

Murda Night.

Good looking out, Keyshawn.

Look, if we ain't have an in,
I don't know what we would do.

- What the fuck you mean by that?
- Damn, nigga.

Why you always on jump mode?
Nigga, I ain't Pico.

I'm just talking to lil' shawty
and DJ over there.

You just need to pack The Pynk out
like it's a problem.

You call yourself my manager,
then manage it, nigga.

You over there worried about advertising.

You ain't got a new song yet, my nigga.

Damn, young one,
let me rest my laurels a little bit.

This one just bust.

Yeah, your folk gon'
want to know what's next.

You would've already had a song,
but you missing your sessions.

Qwan said he text you the other
night and you said you was gon'
slide through.

But you ain't pull up, so what's up?

He was busy.

Yeah, you see it.

Let's get to work. Come on, y'all.

- Hey, babe.
- Baby, what up, though?

Been trying to catch you.

Oh, I just finished my rounds.

Can you believe another gunshot wound?

For some strange reason,
you sound happy about that.

No.

Well, kind of.

- So what are you doing?
- Oh, you know, the usual.

Come on, you never tell me about work.

Long story short...

...I saved my company millions of dollars.

Baby, that's great!

Look at you doing the do, okay.

Yeah, I did that.

Only thing is,
God-daddy might get a bit mad.

Why? He's always so proud of you.

Well, once he finds out
what I did in this new deal,

he may be a bit pissy.

But, hey, it's for the greater good.

Hey. Hey, you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Oh, it's just, you kind of froze there.

No, my connection is good here.

Do you think that was a good idea?

I mean, why bite the hand that feeds you?

Maybe because the hand
is being shady as fuck

and needs a little nibbling.

He knows what his city needs.

I mean, you're just
some outsider flying in...

Outsider?

Chucalissa's my home.

No, Atlanta's your home.

Andre, look, I miss you.

I miss your hugs...

...your kisses, your...

Look, I got to go finish this new deal.

I'ma hit you back a little later,
all right?

- Bye, babe.
- Andre...

All right, bitches, these day laborers
here is spending that dough.

Y'all better go on out there,
get this mo...

Hello? Hello?

Jupiter, girl, you going
to nursing school?

Child, that's so good.

Girl, I told my mama on her deathbed

that I was gonna get
that nursing degree, okay?

Okay, child.

Well, lookie here.

Eloise done finally come back to the slums
to kick it with the serfs.

Do my eyes deceive me?

'Cause I know that ain't no Eloise.

Maite, ramen noodles, please.

I got to tell you, child,
I don't miss this desk right here.

Well, I'm sorry we ain't got
the good oak you accustomed to

at the mayor's office.

- Lucky we got wood at all.
- You know what?

You keep yapping, you can go
on back to gutting them houses,

talking about my wood.

Don't make me fire your ass
and bring back Eloise, now.

Uncle Clifford, can we take
this reunion outside?

I listen to them talk shit
like I ain't there,

like I'm some kind of wallpaper.

And at first, I was like, "How dare they?"

And then my silence got real loud.

Now, this casino is just the beginning.

They got plans to turn this town
into some kind of Candyland,

and I'm like, "For who?"

First the casino, then the outlet,

then some kind of subdivision
called Casey's Plantation.

You hear what I'm saying?

Now, I've been blessed

to be the wallpaper
in the room where it happens,

and this is happening.

Now, they trying to slip
this shit through on the low,

but they gots to follow the law.

- What this is?
- Charter for the city council.

Now, with regard to gambling
in Mississippi,

the city council can push through a casino
without a city vote.

You trying to tell me that Wayne Kyle
and his six good old boys on the council

can force this casino shit
just down our throats?

They can try.

Only thing that can stop them

is a petition for a citywide vote
on the casino.

Oh, man, you know these niggas don't vote.

True, niggas don't vote,
and crackers vote for the wrong crackers.

But one thing I do know

is that these niggas round here

love them some titties
on a Saturday night.

Hey, more than they love God
on Sunday morning.

Mayor Ruffin might reign over Chucalissa,

but last I checked,

Clifford Sayles is the mayor
of Pussy Valley.

You?

You posted my bail?

Who else you think it was gon' be?

Ain't nobody descending from no heavens
to come bail yo' ass out.

I'm your Jesus tonight.

I don't need no saving from you.

You need some saving from somebody.

Who done come for you?
I know Mercedes ain't.

You been in here nine days
and was gon' be in here nine more

if I ain't walk into Vale's Bail
and lay it down.

You's a lie.

You ain't paid no stacks for my bail.

Oh, no, no, no, no, you right.

I ain't put no money down
on your triflin' ass.

But I did put down my club.

- You put down your club?
- Sure did.

See, that's another way they get us.

Folks be so desperate
to get they loved ones out of jail,

they willing to bet the whole farm,

and the way I see it,

it's about to be put up
on the auction block anyway,

so it was a gamble I was willing to take.

- You must want something.
- Of course I do.

Well, I don't make deals with devils.

Well, I do.

And, bitch,
you best not be no flight risk.

Since I got you out, you owe me.

What you want from me?

You say you want that church?

How much you willing to pay for it?

Andre, you there?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm sorry for calling you so early.

No worries, none at all.

Thank you for the food.

Oh, you didn't have to call me for that.

Let me show you I have some home training.

Okay.

How you doing, Hailey?

Chucalissa looks so beautiful

in the morning from here.

Are you at The Mounds?

I wanted to see it one more time...

...before I go.

- Can I...
- I think I'm better as a memory.

I know it might not feel
like it sometimes,

but you're right where you
need to be, right here.

Try telling my wife that.

Good-bye, Andre.

Boy, bring your fat ass on.

Shit.

Man, this the last time
I'm babysitting yo' bracelet.

Man, shut up.

Your fat ass always crying and shit.

Now, you stay fed, don't it?

Aight, then.

What the fuck?