P-Valley (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Episode #2.10 - full transcript

[Uncle Clifford] I
know y'all heard,

but this what's goin'
on in the Valley.

[Mercedes] My right
shoulder was so fucked up,

I ain't think I'd
get back on a pole.

Sometimes you just
gone have to learn

how to dream new dreams.

Will Andre Watkins become
the mayor of Chucalissa?

I'm the son of a
FUCKIN' MURDERER!

Yeah, put that on
a fucking T-shirt!

[Georgie] Lookin'
like this pastor

and her casi-NAW platform
is takin' flight.



Five million is my final offer.

[Uncle Clifford] The
enemy of my enemy

is a bitch I can link up with.

If you can't get to the water,

sometimes you gotta
bring the water to you.

[Lil' Murda]
Granmuva Ernestine!

[Uncle Clifford] NO! Granmuva!

[Ernestine] I don't
wanna die... alone.

Why didn't you keep me?

Wasn't no court was gone give
a stripper back her baby.

[Woddy] Hey, Murda,
where the fuck you been?

These promoters been
blowin' my shit up

since that Tina
Snow track dropped.

[Uncle Clifford] I am
grown enough to know



that this wasn't forever.

[Autumn] After tonight, you'll
have everything you need

to get those babies outta here.

[Keyshawn] Kids stayin'
the night at my sister's.

I'll pick 'em up first thing.

[Uncle Clifford] It's
the Grand Reeee-Opening!

[Mane] God damn! Why you
ain't up there in yo' floss?

Aye, aye, niggah, watch
where the fuck you steppin'!

[Lil' Murda] Them niggahs
wanna declare war,

we gone give 'em war!

[Peanut Butter] I heard he
went cray-cray cuz of the war.

[Big Bone] I know
enough 'bout you.

[Autumn] Why do you
have Montavius' ring?

- You fired, Big L.
- [Big L] After all I done done

for you? Really?!

[retching]

You ready for some twins?

[dramatic music plays]

[Britney] So this is
your campaign manager?

[tense music plays]

[Jucee Froot] ♪
Down in the valley ♪

♪ Where the girls get naked ♪

♪ If you throwin' bands ♪

♪ Then you know
she gon' shake it ♪

♪ One, two, break 'em ♪

♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪

♪ These niggas grind hard ♪

♪ But these bitches
grind harder ♪

♪ Climbing up the pole just
to get out the bottom ♪

♪ The crowd below ♪

♪ Stay ready for the show ♪

♪ The pimps, the dough ♪

♪ Don't let it
take your soul ♪

♪ We make fallin' on
the sky look easy ♪

♪ Look at my bitches ♪

♪ Gangsta walking
on the ceiling ♪

♪ Green on the flo' ♪

♪ Money talk, can
you hear me? ♪

♪ This world is so addicting ♪

♪ But dreams is
expensive, keep spending ♪

♪ Work hard for the
top, can't fall now ♪

♪ But whatever goes
up must fall down ♪

♪ What you do when
the power out? ♪

♪ Kids hungry, can't do
nuthi' but scream and shout ♪

♪ We all choose to live
but it's different routes ♪

♪ Take the shit with shine,
gotta make it count ♪

♪ When you live and die
by the paper route ♪

♪ You spend a dime just
to make it out, yeah ♪

♪ Down in the valley ♪

♪ Where the girls get naked ♪

♪ If you throwin' bands ♪

♪ Then you know
she gon' shake it ♪

♪ One, two, break 'em ♪

♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Seven pounds of pressure ♪

♪ Seven pounds of
mu'fuckin' pressure ♪

♪ All it take is
just a second ♪

[Lil' Murda] ♪
Ever think about ♪

♪ What it's gone take
to kill a niggah ♪

♪ All you really need is
seven pounds of pressure ♪

- [argument muted in background]
- They don't wanna

talk about it...
fuckin' pressure.

[echoing] Fuckin' pressure...

[muted arguing continues]

♪ All the dollars in the
world in yo' bank account ♪

♪ Ain't never gone amount to
that seven pounds of pressure ♪

[overlapping shouting]

[music escalates
over muted argument]

This is how you get
back at me, huh?!

You go and find some
lite-brite to fuck?!

- Britney, please.
- Hey, who the fuck you calling "lite-brite"?

Shut up before I rip yo'
fuckin' lace front!!!

Hey, BRIT!

Well, I guess I deserve it, huh?

Yeah. You fuckin' do.

[dogs barking outside,
car doors open, close]

[distant cheers and applause]

Hailey, could you, uh...

A crowd's gathering outside.

- Results must be in.
- Yeah.

I'll be there in a minute.

[distant crowd chanting]

[crowd] Andre
Watkins, he got next!

[distant crowd chanting]

- [door opens]
- Andre Watkins, he got next!

- Andre Watkins, he got next!
- [door closes]

So that'sHailey, huh?

Where did all this
go wrong, Andre?

Maybe the moment we got married.

Maybe the moment we met.
I don't even know anymore.

You could have told me.

You could have told me
about your father, you...

And if I did...

would you have married me?

I knew when we met,
I had a chance.

Not at love, but at... legacy.

So, yeah, I lied.

Remember the night
we got married?

I told you I'd kill for you.

And I did.

I erased...

my own father...

'cause I knew you couldn't
take the truth of him...

and, quite frankly,
the truth of me.

So I guess we've both been
lying to each other, huh?

Yeah, you still went
back to Dante anyway,

who you shoulda
married, and still can.

Niggah, is you
trying to divorce me?

I'm in love with
another woman, Brit.

And you're obviously in
love with another man.

I amin love with another man.

You.

Question is, the
one I showed you...

or the one I really am?

[melancholy music plays]

♪ ♪

- [Britney] I...
- [Corbin clapping]

Mm-kay, Barack!

And Michelle. [chuckles]

Y'all ready to come
put on these crowns?

- Corbin...
- Don't mind me.

White liquor makes
me a little cunty.

You have been in
the lead all night!

And they about to
call it, my friend.

[laughs]

Whoo-whoo!

[laughs]

[door opens]

You talk so much about
wearing masks, well...

- [door closes]
- now'sthe time.

[dramatic music plays]

[DJ Neva Scared] It's
your boy DJ Neva Scared!

We ain't never scared, hoe!

Aye, y'all done
finished wildin'?

Leave yo guns and all
that ana at the do'!

'Cause it's showtime
in this biah-biah!

[crowd roars]

[somber music rises]

♪ ♪

[DJ Neva Scared] We 'bout
to get that new-new,

bitches!!!

[crowd clamoring]

["Wazoo" by DJ
Neva Scared plays]

Y'all ready?

- [crowd] Yeah!
- [DJ Neva Scared] Naw, naw.

I said, are Y'ALL READYYYYYY?!?!

[all whooping, yelling]

[DJ Neva Scared] 'Cause can't
nothin' shut the Pynk down,

'cause we just gettin' started.

I wanna welcome
back to the stage...

[clears throat]

Lil' Murda...

♪ Seven pounds of pressure ♪

♪ Seven pounds of
mu'fuckin' pressure ♪

♪ All it take is
just a second ♪

[cheers and applause]

♪ Ever think about ♪

♪ What it's gone take
to kill a niggah ♪

♪ All you really need is
seven pounds of pressure ♪

[crowd clamoring]

♪ All the dollars in the world
in yo' bank account ain't... ♪

Kill that shit, niggah.

I said kill that
shit, lil' niggah!

♪ Let's talk ♪

♪ 'bout mu'fuckin'
pressure then... ♪

[music stops]

[patron 1] The
fuck going on, man?

- [patron 2] Okay.
- [patron 3] What the fuck?

[soft crowd chatter]

This niggah gone
sang or what, man?

[laughter, chatter]

[air rushing]

[Lil' Murda] I was
just flexin'...

thass my fuckin' song!

I fucked up... I'm too
swole for The Pynk.

How come you let me back inside?

And you got sent to the hole.

Close to getting what
they want in this life.

The heaviness of his body.

Slumped over on you...

white painted red.

[memories crescendo and end]

[a cappella] ♪ Put a hole
in a whole mu'fucka ♪

♪ And I ain't feel shit ♪

♪ I'm a beast, I'm a lion ♪

♪ Better pray I don't
empty that clip ♪

♪ Niggahs be out here lyin' ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout they
killers and shit ♪

♪ Lil' Mississippi Murda ♪

♪ Might still be
blood on my shirt ♪

♪ Same niggah I see
off in the club ♪

♪ Same niggah gone
be in a hearse ♪

[crowd gasps, murmurs]

♪ Might catch that
pussy niggah outside ♪

- ♪ Put his ass in the dirt ♪
- [crowd oohs]

♪ I done seen so
many niggahs die ♪

♪ Some niggahs deserve it ♪

♪ I keep that 45
on my left side ♪

♪ Niggah makin' me nervous ♪

♪ I got that seven
pounds of pressure ♪

♪ Seven pounds of
mu'fuckin' pressure ♪

♪ All it take is
just a second ♪

[sucks teeth tongue]

[trap instrumental rises]

♪ ♪

[beat drops]

♪ Ever think about
what it's gone take ♪

♪ To kill a niggah? ♪

♪ All you really need is
seven pounds of pressure ♪

♪ All the dollars in the
world in yo' bank account ♪

♪ Ain't never gone amount ♪

♪ To that seven
pounds of pressure ♪

♪ You ever think about
what it's gone take ♪

♪ To kill a niggah?
All you really need ♪

♪ Is seven pounds of pressure ♪

♪ All the dollars in the
world in yo' bank account ♪

♪ Ain't never gone amount ♪

♪ To that seven
pounds of pressure ♪

♪ Hot niggah with a cold soul ♪

♪ Bitch the realest it get ♪

♪ And I ain't
runnin' from shit ♪

♪ Remember, I couldn't pay
rent, so I run up in your shit ♪

♪ It's that or stay
with my bitch ♪

♪ And I ain't gone
stay with my bitch ♪

♪ Rather hit me a lick ♪

♪ Now a niggah gettin' rich ♪

♪ They know Murda
ain't playin' ♪

♪ 'Bout to fall out
with my niggahs ♪

♪ 'Bout the slick shit
that they sayin' ♪

♪ And it ain't no heaven
for no thug niggah ♪

♪ Ain't no use in me prayin' ♪

♪ But only God can
judge me, niggah ♪

♪ What da fuck is you sayin'? ♪

♪ Yeah, I got seven
pounds of pressure ♪

♪ Seven pounds of pressure ♪

♪ What it takes
to kill a niggah ♪

♪ Yeah, I got that seven
pounds of pressure ♪

♪ Seven pounds of
mu'fuckin' pressure ♪

♪ All it takes is
just a second ♪

♪ Ever think about
what it's gone take ♪

♪ To kill a niggah?
All you really need ♪

♪ Is seven pounds of pressure ♪

♪ All the dollars in the
world in yo' bank account ♪

♪ Ain't never gone amount ♪

♪ To that seven
pounds of pressure ♪

♪ Tell me ♪
- ♪ What would you do? ♪

♪ If you came up from the mud ♪

♪ They label you as a
thug, sellin' dope ♪

♪ And shootin' slugs,
Washin' off a niggah blood ♪

♪ Get killed or be a killer ♪

♪ I'm cold-hearted and wicked ♪

♪ Is this the life
that I'm livin'? ♪

♪ What would you do? ♪

♪ Fallin' victim to a culture ♪

♪ We sinnin' like
we suppose to ♪

♪ Them demons keep
gettin' closer ♪

♪ A product of
yo' environment ♪

♪ Thuggin' ain't
no retirement ♪

♪ Knowin' I'm livin' wrong ♪

♪ I'd rather be dead and gone ♪

♪ Now tell me,
ever think about ♪

♪ What it's gone take
to kill a niggah? ♪

♪ All you really need is
seven pounds of pressure ♪

♪ All the dollars in the
world in yo' bank account ♪

♪ Ain't never gone amount ♪

♪ Up to that seven
pounds of pressure ♪

♪ You ever think about
what it's gone take ♪

♪ To kill a niggah?
All you really need ♪

♪ Is seven pounds
of pressure... ♪

♪ ♪

Hallelujah...

[cheers and applause,
camera shutters clicking]

[phone vibrates]

Before you speak
to your supporters,

I'm calling to extend my
heartiest congratulations.

[Autumn] Keep your
head up, king.

[reporter] Have you spoken
to the Mayor Elect yet?

[camera shutters clicking,
indistinct chatter]

[person] It's OK, Andre!
We still love you!

Wayne Kyle, quit
fuckin' wit' me.

[Wayne] Naw, seems like
you done fucked me,

but I don't mind it.

As the head of the city council,

me and you gone be fuckin'
each other quite a bit,

Mayor Woodbine.

[cheers and applause]

♪ ♪

[Lil' Murda] ♪ You ever think
about what it's gone take ♪

♪ To kill a niggah?
All you really need ♪

♪ Is seven pounds
of pressure ♪

♪ All the dollars in the
world in your bank account ♪

♪ Ain't never gone amount ♪

♪ To that seven
pounds of pressure ♪

♪ ♪

♪ What it takes to
kill a niggah? ♪

♪ That's all it fuckin' take ♪

♪ Get yo' ass on up out here ♪

♪ If you don't wanna
feel that pressure ♪

[music ends]

[indistinct chatter, cheering]

A new day has come
for Chucalissa,

with its first
Black female mayor,

- Pastor Patrice Woodbine...
- [Andre] It's true.

- I may have lost...
- [camera shutters clicking]

but my time back in Chucalissa

has been something of
a new chapter for me.

While I might not be your mayor,

Chucalissa's regained a son.

[cheers and applause]

That's right.

I'm opening up a new
law practice here

and moving back home.

[loud cheers and applause]

[heavy, moody music plays]

♪ ♪

[Mercedes] Oo-oo-oo-hoo,
we kilt that shit!

[Lil' Murda] Yeah, big bag!

Big bag!

- [Mercedes] Yesss!
- [Lil' Murda] That way!

- [Mercedes] Oh, my God.
- [Lil' Murda] Yeah, yeah!

Seven pound...

[emotional music plays]

[sobbing]

[shakily] Ohh...

Cliff, my niggah, I'm so sorry.

Awwwww, Uncle Clifford...

She ain't drink
the water, y'all.

She... She ain't
drink the water!

What the heyell that mean?

[Lil' Murda] Ernestine.

She still here.

- [Mercedes] Oh...
- She's still here.

♪ ♪

[Uncle Clifford] Ohh...

[breathes deeply]

♪ ♪

Oh... I thought I was
gone lose my shit.

[Mercedes chuckles]

I was gone lose
my shit! [exhales]

[fairytale beat plays]

[Autumn] They say fairy tales

are horror movies
with happy endings.

Most women in our position
don't even get to the end.

But if you follow my directions,

a new life is waiting for
you on the other side.

From here on out, you'll
live a life of cash,

have no friends, only enemies.

You'll see him in crowds
and in your nightmares,

but that's fine.

Keeps you vigilant.

Always look over your shoulder,

but never look back.

Tell no one where you're going,

and, most importantly,

never, ever tell
anyone your real name.

As in the club,
just like in life,

they gotta earn it.

♪ ♪

[dreamy music plays]

♪ ♪

Hi. [chuckles]

♪ ♪

How was I last night?

[Uncle Clifford] Ooo, child.

I don't think I can
handle bein' jacked off

andhavin' my cakes...

Niggah, I was talkin'
'bout my performance.

Aw. [chuckles] Heyell,

that one?

Mmmmmmmm...

[kisses teeth] I think y'all
coulda used a sound check.

You know, next time, keep that
mic right next to yo' mouth

so we can hear every
mu'fuckin' syllable.

And I don't know
'bout them pants.

You need somethin' with
a little more stretch...

[sucks teeth] so yo'
balls can be free.

Damn, shawty. [laughs]

So a niggah gots to
switch up everything

'fo they go on tour today, huh?

Today?

Yeah, today.

Oh.

So you really is gone go.

- When you comin' back?
- I don't know, Cliff.

But...

[sighs] ...it's gone be
a Mississippi minute.

And we know Mississippi minutes

sometimes last a lifetime.

God sho'll was throwin' down

when He made that girl. Hmm.

And y'all looked so
damn good together.

[Lil' Murda chuckles]

Lookin' at you last night
up there on that stage

made me realize you is
not built for this cage.

You make folks forget they
regrets and nightmares,

all while remindin'
'em of they dreams.

You gone make it, LaMarques.

I wish I could be
there to see it.

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

The sun shine everywhere,

just not all at the same time.

You got yo' light,

and I got mines.

And I just don't wanna
put you in a place

where yours get dim.

You do know what I'm sayin'.

Niggah, you ain't dumb.

That I ain't. I'm just sayin'...

Yes.

You not dumb.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

I guess you right.

I been thinkin'...

like...

what...

what if people knew
me for real for real?

Especially since I'm at the
beginning of everything...

Yeah.

♪ ♪

You at the beginning,
and this at the end.

Look, we only exist
in this here room,

that kitchen, behind
these pink walls.

And the memories of this

is enough for me.

And I hope it is for you.

So you feel like
it's for the best?

Ernestine coming
home today, anyway.

I got my Granmuva back.
That's all a bitch need.

♪ ♪

Bet.

♪ ♪

Guess I'll just up
and get my shit, then.

♪ ♪

[sighs, groans]

♪ ♪

[funky music plays]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[anchor] What do you have to say

about the casino
referendum that passed

along with your historic win?

Though I may now be the
mayor of Sodom and Gomorrah,

best believe I will do my
best to rid this town of vice.

- Bitch, you the vice.
- [anchor] And what can

your congregation expect
from its pastor slash mayor?

Well, I don't plan on
puttin' my Bible down

no time soon.

[chuckles] God has a shepherd

who understands the importance
of having two pulpits.

Y'all can call me Mayor
Bishop from now on.

This bitch stay doin' the most.

- [Patrice] The Tabernacle...
- [knock on door]

will be adding another
service to Sunday

to serve my growing
parishioners.

- [Blackie Mild barks]
- Hey, hey, stay.

[Patrice continues
indistinctly on TV]

[Hitkidd and GloRilla's
"F.N.F [Let's Go]" plays]

♪ ♪

- [camera shutter clicks]
- ♪ I'm F-R-E-E ♪

♪ Fuck, niggah, free ♪

♪ That mean I
ain't gotta worry ♪

♪ 'Bout no fuck
niggah cheatin' ♪

[phone buzzes]

♪ And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again ♪

♪ Outside hangin'
out the window ♪

♪ With my ratchet-ass
friends... ♪

[Mercedes] Bitch... really?

You just got it, huh?

What am I gone do with
this big ole picture

of me, girl? And
this fuckin' check?

[Farrah] Well, seems like

the Mercedes Experience
exhibit was quite the hit.

Is that how you was able to get
me the money Cedric owed me?

[Farrah] That's not
the money he owed you.

That's the moneyl owe you.

I thought it only fitting
that you get royalties

from me using your likeness
for the photographs.

Is that the way it is in art?

[Farrah] Not always, but...

we women can make
our own deals, right?

- Right.
- [Farrah] Sponsorships expire,

- but royalties last forever.
- [person] Farrah.

Come on back.

I-I gotta go.

[pensive music plays]

See ya later, Farrah.

[Farrah] You won't, but, uh,

I'll sure be seeing you.

Take care, Mercedes.

[line beeps]

[Tonay Marie's "Eat it" plays]

♪ ♪

♪ Come on, daddy,
won't you eat it ♪

♪ From the back like that? ♪

♪ I'ma fill you up until
you finna tap out ♪

♪ Eat it, eat it,
eat it, eat it ♪

They was gone
assassinate you anyway!

So this is my world-famous
black-eyed pea casserole,

and, honey... I got more
where that came from.

[chuckles] Well, I might
have to take you up

on that offer, Calpurnia.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.

[Calpurnia] Yes.

[Andre] Thank you.

Congratulations.

I believe the one who
has congratulations

in order is you.

Promised Land 'bout to
be rappin' on yo' door.

Well, they can tap on my
window, too, if they want.

[lighter clicks]

Sorry 'bout last night.

- You wanted to get caught.
- [Andre] No-no-no-no-no-no.

I leave the ratchet,
neck-rolling and cheatin'

babymama-Jerry Springer
antics to the other folks.

That just ain't for me.

What?

Nothin'.

Is it true?

You stayin'?

- Shestayin'?
- She may stay or go.

Only time and
forgiveness will tell.

As for me, don't think
I ever shoulda left,

but sometimes a man
gotta go on an odyssey.

- Hmm. A woman, too.
- You think Promised Land

gone give you what
you want and need?

Yes.

And everything I deserve.

Hey, you never told me what you
wanted to tell me last night.

It's the words we don't
say that haunt us forever.

But me and you don't need words.

Never did.

See you 'round town,
Andre Watkins, Esquire.

Might be needing your
help on this contract

I'm 'bout to get.

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

- [Georgie] Hello.
- Where's my offer, bitch?

[Georgie] Ms. LaKiesha Savage.

I thought I'd be getting a
call from you soon enough.

[gasps] Sorry that
your dark horse lost.

[Autumn] That was
to be expected.

What wasn't expected was
that casino referendum

rollin' on through.

Despite electing
a booty-poppin',

Bible-bumping
zealot for a mayor,

they voted for some
well-deserved 24-7 sin.

Yeah, somebody sho'll blowed
on your dice last night.

I was askin' for ten
M's beforethe election,

but... now I'm in
the mood for 15.

Dahlin'...

I don't need the Pynk no more.

[tense music plays]

The Pynk's the only
thing you need.

It's the only
waterfront property.

'Lest you forgot,

casinos can only be built
on water 'round these parts.

Not unless you can get the city

bring the water to you.

To you? [scoffs]

That's not possible.

[Georgie] One
thing you'll learn,

if you don't already know,

is water got a
good memory, girl.

It always flows to
where it once ran.

That also goes for power.

Mm, I bet you wish you
woulda took the five million

I was offerin' you
that day in the salon.

Now, you have a blessed day...

bitch.

[line beeps]

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music builds]

♪ ♪

Yes!

YEEEEAAAAHHHH!

[laughs]

YEEEAAAAHH!

YEEEESSS!

I GOT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!

[machinery beeping]

[dramatic music continues]

♪ ♪

[Uncle Clifford]
Granmuva, watch yo' step.

[Ernestine clears
throat, sniffs]

Smell like bussy up in here.

Oh... That's just the Rona
messin' with yo' nose.

Whoever said you lose
yo' sense of smell

need they ass whupped.

You hungry? Oh, here,
put yo' feet up.

Doctor said that yo'
feet was swellin'

from all that Rona...

Niggah, will you get
away from around me?!

[coughs] I'm fine.
'Sides, I'm negative!

[Uncle Clifford] Well, the way
you still hackin' up yo' lungs,

- they shoulda kept yo' ass.
- [doorbell rings]

Oh. Big L?

Duffy, Uganda?

What in the hell is
y'all doin' here?

[Big L] We got some
work to do, man.

Work?

Big L, you fired, ain't it?

Well, Miss Ernestine hiredme

to help her plan her
homecoming party.

- Her homecoming party?
- [Ernestine] Come on in, baby.

[Uncle Clifford] Wha... you...

Uh... [sucks teeth]

You just got out the
goddamn hospital!

You hell-bent on boxin'
with this Rona again?

Oh, niggah, I got the
anti-body-ody-odies...

- Granmuva!
- [Ernestine] Big L, you come

at the right time.

Now, see, I want a dance floor.

- I got about 45...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Forty-fuckin-five?
Where in the hell

all these niggahs comin' from?

- The grave?
- Well, instead of makin'

goodbye calls,
Clifford, I made me

some finna-fuck-life-up calls!

- [Big L chuckles]
- God ain't through with me yet!

So tonight I'm givin'
the biggest Player Ball

a bitch never got.

Big L, I need that jukebox

took outta the office and
put on the main dance floor.

- [Big L] Copy, boss.
- [Uncle Clifford] Unh-unh-unh!

We at least need to
put it on the outside.

[Ernestine] That's a
good idea, Clifford.

Let's put it on the outside!

[Duffy] I can get us some
more card tables, Big L.

Oh, Duffy, you here!

Uh, did you bring him?

[Duffy] Come on, Miss Ernestine,

- you know I got you.
- [speaking Luganda]

[Miss Ernestine squeals]

Ah! Guh-guh-guh-yuh-gah!
Six feet apart, now.

[Godfrey] Africans don't get it.

Mm-hmm!

What in the hell is
wrong with you, Granmuva?

- Do you even know what he said?
- [Ernestine] Don't matter.

Sound so gooood to me!

I'ma be out in a minute, y'all.

[Big L] Have a good day.

[Duffy] All right,
Miss Ernestine.

You should be
ashamed of yo'self.

Unh-uh! Don't be worryin'
'bout how I'm living my life!

You oughta be worried
about how you livin' yours!

And on that note, I'm finna
go change these panties.

[coughs] Whoo. These stairs...

[Uncle Clifford]
Lord... Granmuva ju...

Granmuva just come
on. Be careful, now.

[Beulah] You know she right.

[eerie music plays]

♪ ♪

If you think you comin'
for Ernestine again,

you got another thing comin'.

[Beulah] I ain't come for her.

I came for YOU.

You should be
ashamed of yo'self...

'bout what you said
earlier to that boy.

How you just gone let love on up

and slip out the door like that?

You got some nerve, Mama.

What love do for you, huh?

It put you on yo' death bed,

with sores on that beautiful
brown skin of yours

and pneumonia in yo' lungs.

Love killed you, Mama.

Love ain't kill me.

A virus did.

I took a risk,

but sometimes there isa reward.

[Ernestine coughing]

[Ernestine] Godfrey
'nem finna carry me over

to the Pynk!

Oh.[coughs] Whoo,
Jesus.[gasps]

Better come on if you comin'.

[Ernestine continues
indistinctly, coughs]

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

What this is?

I had to lay down them
stacks I said I owed you.

You gone need 'em, ain't it,
when you get out to Cali?

- Don't tell nobody I'm leavin'.
- Naw.

Shawty, yo' secret safe with me.

And yours with me.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

You gone miss her?

What you thank?

Not more than me,

but then again...

you ain't got to.

[Jazmine Sullivan's
"The Other Side" plays]

♪ ♪

Better gone ahead and
pick up them babies

from yo' sister.

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, I got dreams ♪

♪ To buy expensive things ♪

♪ And I know that
he's out there ♪

♪ So where's my millionaire? ♪

[engine turning over]

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ I sit alone in my room
thinkin' how I'ma get out ♪

♪ I go to work at a job I
don't care nothin' about ♪

♪ My rent is due later,
only got half to pay up ♪

♪ I never can save up ♪

♪ Think I've run
out of favors ♪

♪ Can't wait to be rich,
want a better life ♪

♪ I want diamonds,
cars, and trips ♪

♪ All that money can buy ♪

♪ Hey-ey-ey, I just wanna
live on the other side ♪

♪ I just wanna live
on the other side ♪

♪ See, I got dreams ♪

♪ Dreams ♪

♪ To buy expensive things ♪

♪ Things ♪

♪ And I know he's
somewhere near ♪

♪ So where's my millionaire? ♪

♪ Soccer mom gettin' wasted ♪

♪ Hermès tennis bracelet ♪

♪ Bora Bora for vacation ♪

♪ I'll be anything but basic ♪

♪ On the other side ♪

♪ On the other side ♪

♪ On the other side ♪

♪ On the other side ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

[music fades]

[exhales] What the
hell youdoin' here?

As the new mayor of
Chucalissa, I've been...

makin' the rounds today and, uh,

meetin' all the
small-business owners in town.

That you all turned
around and upside down?

Hmm.

I thought this was supposed
to be a gym for girls.

Why this pole here?

To help old bitches like you

do better on they pole routines.

I saw that shit you had
the nerve to do down Main.

Coulda used a lesson at
The Mercedes Experience.

Well, sometimes we have to
do what we have to do to win.

Even over yo' own daughter.

Well, despite all that,

- look at where you at now.
- And look at you.

Guess we both learned how
to dream new dreams...

Mayor Bishop.

[chuckling]

Hooo, that title gone
keep me busy, child.

Runnin' a church
andrunnin' a city...

You might gone have
to let one of 'em go.

No-no-no-no. I can
rock two crowns.

Have you seen how
many wigs I got?

[Mercedes scoffs]

God ain't gone give a bitch
more than she can handle.

I've learned to balance
my abundance just fine.

[Mercedes] Mmhmm.

Matter fact,

Shelle called me
the other night.

As me and you both know, the
Devil been busy on her soul.

She reached out to
the Tabernacle hotline

in need of prayer.

What she do that for?

[dramatic music plays]

I think...

she needed what
only God can give...

forgiveness.

She ain't perfect, by any means,

but she does want to change...

for the better.

She goin' to rehab,
she say, and, uh...

asked me to take care of
Terricka when she gone.

- Is that right?
- [Patrice] Mmmhmm.

But lookin' after
a 14-year-old girl,

well, that might be a...

little hard for Mayor Bishop.

'Sides...

I done already raised mine.

I'll go get the rest of
her things out the car.

[soft emotional music plays]

♪ ♪

[music turns to hopeful blues]

[Sam Cooke's "Bring It
On Home to Me" plays]

♪ ♪

♪ If you ever ♪

♪ Change yo' mind ♪

♪ About leavin' ♪

♪ Leavin' me behind ♪

- ♪ Baby ♪
- ♪ Whoa-oa ♪

♪ Bring it to me ♪

♪ Bring your sweet lovin' ♪

♪ Bring it on home to me ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah-ah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah-ah ♪

♪ I know I laughed ♪

♪ When you left ♪

♪ But now I know... ♪

[Autumn] What the
fuck have you done?

- By what do you mean?
- The Corbin Kyle Canal?

They're building a
canal from the river

to Corbin Kyle's
front fuckin' door?!

Ooh, that sho'll is some
front page kind of news.

[chuckles] Uh...

"City Councilman Wayne Kyle
approves build of canal

in honor of his brother..."

- Aww, Corbin...
- [Autumn] Don't play

fuckin' coy wit' me.

There's only one person
who's behind this,

and it ain't that fuckin'
Mississippi mutt...

Oh, stop wit' all
the name-callin',

Autumn-LaKiesha-Hailey-Savage

Night.

Somebody sho'll is
on they period today.

[chuckles]

Well, I think I got
a lil' something

that'll take the cramps away.

[Autumn] How the fuck
did you get this?

A check for 250,000?

I'm buyin' my club
back from you.

This a check Corbin
wrote to you.

[Uncle Clifford] And I'm
signin' it over to you.

That's how much you
paid for the club,

and you gettin' it right back.

And I think it's only fair
for what you done lost...

This is nowhere near fair.

This don't make any sense!

Well, Mississippi rule is clear.

The casino must be on the
water... it don't matter where.

I'm the majority owner...
Corbin has to negotiate with me.

Mmm. But you gave a
bitch over 30% ownership,

and in the good
ole Magnolia state,

that's enough to
negotiate access to land,

which Corbin agreed
to quite willingly.

You made a backdoor
deal with Corbin?

Are you that much
of a fuckin' idiot?

Do you know how much
money you just gave away

to these white
folks?! And for what?!

Crackers in Mississippi
gone stay havin' money,

but this niggah right here
gone stay havin' her club.

Me and you coulda
split this shit...

And then where would I be?

Where would I work?

Better yet, whowould I be?

The Pynk ain't just
a building, baby.

This my life,

my memory, my dream.

So you gone and you
find yourself yo' own.

If it weren't for
me and mymoney,

this place woulda been sold
for piss and a penny...

And if it weren't
for me and Mercedes,

you'd be dead!

So, yeah, you better
had saved this club!

I thought you savin'
the Pynk was a sign

that we had a sister for life,

one who understood about family,

trust, and sacrifice.

But that sister soon revealed
herself to be a snake!

'Cause you turned
yo' back on us.

You turned yo' back on me.

Willing to put me up
on the auction block,

'cause you ain't
know that this place

was built on the backs and
split blood of framily!

You think these girls
wouldna done what I done?

No, they wouldn't.

I feel sorry for you.

Lil' lost girl with no family

to call her own.

We coulda been that for you.

I don't need no family.

No, you need it...

desire it, deserve it.

And I hope you find it...

[paper rustles]

outside these walls.

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Two hundred and fifty
K is not enough.

With all I did to keep this
place afloat durin' all of this,

I'm not walkin' away with
just this in my Birkin!

You need to include some
interest or somethin'.

[Big L] Gettin' rid of bodies

feels like plenty
interest to me.

Right, Diamond?

Compounded.

[music turns tense]

Now, there's the door.

Or do you want me to
throw you out the window?

[heavy music plays]

♪ ♪

Now she know Rule 88. Ha.

"Don't ever forget...

"just 'cause a bitch
good at keepin' the peace

don't mean she ain't
good at wagin' war."

[Diamond and Big L chuckling]

[Big L] Mm-hmm.

[Big L laughing]

♪ ♪

[knocking]

Keyshawn!

- Chanisse.
- [Chanisse] Alisha!

Keyshawn done finally got here.

[Keyshawn] Where Regal 'nem?

We gone miss her
doctor's appointment.

Funny, Alisha,
Derrick ain't mention

- no doctor's appointment.
- What?

[Chanisse] Soon as I saw Regal,

I had to give him a call

to tell him how pretty
that girl done got.

Feel like I haven't
seen that child since...

Ooh, she was one week old!

Now, that girl, she gone
have some pretty hair.

I told him she favor him...

W-w-wai-wait... you...

- you called Derrick?
- [dark fairy-tale music plays]

[Chanisse] Yeah.

And he said he ain't know you
had so many errands to run.

Came right over to pick them up

to help you out since
you were so busy.

- He picked them up?
- [Chanisse] Yep.

Wish we all could
have help like that.

Ain't that right, Alisha?

♪ ♪

- [phone line beeps]
- [recording] We're sorry,

the number you have
reached is not in service.

Please check the
number and dial again.

- [phone line beeps]
- [recording] We're sorry,

the number you have
reached is not in service.

- Please check the number...
- What's your business here?

I'm here to see a prisoner...

Abraham Watkins.

[gate clicks, whirring open]

[guard] Let him on through.

♪ ♪

Oh, there you are.

[door closes]

[baby babbling]

Derrick...

I know what you're
thinkin', but I'm...

[person] Mrs. Harris.

[police radio chatter]

What's...

- what's goin' on?
- Hey, there.

I'm Michaela Windsor with
Child Protective Services.

- Mrs. Harris...
- It's just Miss.

[Michaela] We're here to
investigate a mandated report

of possible child abuse
regarding your son Jaden.

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.

Oh... you don't?

Isn't this your name on
these discharge papers?

[Keyshawn] Yes, but I-I, um...

was away, and I, uh,

took him for a checkup, and...

doctor said nursemaid's
elbow was normal, and...

Well, true, this might
not have triggered

an investigation on its own.

However, another
report was filed.

Seems like a neighbor called
and said they heard sounds

comin' from the house, Keyshawn.

Started up the night you
decided to come back.

[Michaela] In light
of these reports,

the state of Mississippi has
commenced an investigation.

Wait, wait... an investigation?

[Michaela] Yes,
an investigation.

You'll have to comply

with weekly check-ins
in your home

- for the next six months.
- Six months?

[Michaela] Yes,
ma'am, six months!

In addition, if you
wish to continue

to retain joint custody
of these minor children,

Jayden and Regal,

you'll be subject to
psychological evaluations...

[voice echoing] ...drug
testing, and other measures,

and once you reach the point
where we feel comfortable

and confident that you
can have these children,

then we will relent.

You can't do anything right.

How many girls have I seen
come through my office,

and you're all just lazy bums.

You can't take
care of yourselves.

You can't take care
of your children.

You can't even keep a job.

You can't pay your fucking rent.

You can't do anything
for yourself!

You are just a fucking stripper.

AAAAHHHHHHH!

- [baby crying]
- YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

YOU DID THIS! IT WAS YOU!

Tell them what you did! Tell
the truth, son of a bitch!

- I fucking hate you!
- [baby continues crying]

[heavy music plays]

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

[dark fairy-tale music plays]

♪ ♪

[Big K.R.I.T.'s "No
Playground" plays]

♪ Please don't press my button ♪

♪ I got time today the
Rollie was clocking ♪

♪ Click, click,
click, cock it ♪

♪ I'm a ball audible
options stiff arm ♪

♪ Stay the fuck out my pockets ♪

♪ I got the bread
I got the cheese ♪

♪ I'm living supreme the
diamonds is toppings ♪

♪ We just slide
no flip flopping ♪

♪ My clique live
no tick tocking ♪

[car doors close]

♪ My truck died
from kick boxing ♪

♪ I'm on fire you is watchin' ♪

♪ I got mine you
wrist watching ♪

Aye, aye, Terricka, I
want you to meet somebody.

Mane!

Mane, I want you to meet
my daughter, Terricka.

Hey.

[chuckles] Hey...

Okay, you met him.
You can gone go in.

Get yo' bag and
gone and get changed

so we can get ready
for this party tonight.

[chuckles]

That's yo' lil' girl?

Yeah, that's her. [giggles]

Hmm.

Last night was crazy, wasn't it?

Sho'll was, for a minute.

Diamond 'nem got that shit
right back under control, tho,

just in time fuh my big dance.

You asked why I wun't
up there in my floss.

Well, did you like what you saw?

It was aight.

- It was more than aight.
- Yeah, well, I'd like it better

if you weren't onstage with
that Hurt Village Hustla niggah.

[sighs] Now, I know all
y'all got y'all differences.

The red and the green and
the blue and the gold.

But last night, we was all pynk.

Couldn't tell the difference
between any of y'all

- beneath that light.
- Naw.

There's a difference, Mercedes.

[chuckles]

And it seem like you
done picked a side,

'cause that stage was red.

- It was just a dance, Mane.
- Yeah, a dance with death.

Yeah, pretty soon,
you gone be rockin'

them Christmas colors, ain't it?

If anything, I got an
allegiance with the Pynk.

Yeah, well, you just tell
that faggot-ass niggah

to watch his back.

You better watch how you
talk about Uncle Clifford!

That ain't the faggot
I'm talkin' about.

[heavy music plays]

♪ ♪

[Lois Lane's "Chinese
Checkers" plays]

[Whisper] The
pendulum says, "Yes."

Anybody can get it.

Ooh. Ah! Unh-uh, y'all
ain't gone blame me

for not a na'an
another super spreader!

Outside, bitches! Outside!

Duffy, get yo' ass up and
quit being pussy-whipped!

[Lois] ♪ This ain't the Bus
Stop or the Electric Slide ♪

♪ It's something that's
better, the Chinese Checkers ♪

♪ You been lookin' for the
jam, then look no more ♪

♪ Calling all the party
people to the dance floor ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Chinese checkers ♪

♪ Two steps and roll ♪

♪ Chinese checkers ♪

♪ Two steps and slide,
Chinese checkers... ♪

[Uncle Clifford] Granmuva,
we doing the dance, now!

[laughter, chatter]

Take a load off
them boats, bitch,

- and take a drink.
- Ehh, w-wait, a bitch

may have to be dehydrated,
'cause I ain't drankin' nothin'

from nobody tonight...
Might be a haint

tryin' to take my ass to heaven.

Oh, look at Ernestine and
her lil' Mandingo man.

[indistinct conversation]

God, they make me wanna vomit.

Uh, bitch, don't be J!

Now, that's a woman that
know about second chances.

Chile, 55th and 566th ones, too.

[Mint Condition's "Breakin' My
Heart [Pretty Brown Eyes]" plays]

Ooh-hoo!

- Okay!
- Who done put the quarter

in the jukebox and
pressed my soooong?

Yo' son.

Bitch, what?

♪ ♪

♪ Pretty brown eyes ♪

♪ You know I see you ♪

♪ It's a disguise,
the way you treat me ♪

What you got that beautiful
face all frowned up for?

Been seein' some ghosts today,

so I thought you was one of 'em.

[chuckles]

Shawty, I ain't dead.

You supposed to be gone.

Well, I'm here now.

'Sides, I couldn't leave
without saying goodbye

to this shawty right here.

Miss Ernestine!

Is that Lil' Murda?! [laughs]

Everybody!

This is the biggest
sanger in the game!

I told you
Ernestine's Juke Joint

is good at makin' men
into memories, child!

- [laughing]
- Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord.

[Ernestine laughs]

Oh!

[Mercedes] Hey, Uncle Clifford!

Oh! Now, how you gone bring
this baby to the club?

As many times as Keyshawn
ass done waddled up here

with her babies.

- [clicks tongue]
- 'Sides, it ain't a club.

It's a juke joint right now.

We brought some pig feet!

Oh, well, thank you!

Oh, this girl done just
got to lookin' beautiful!

- [laughing]
- [Terricka] I love yo' nails!

And I love yo' face. Now,
gone ahead and stuff it.

Put that there jar along 'side

all them other goodies
at the bar, okay?

Just don't drink no beer, now.

But you look like you
just drank Kool-Aid.

[giggling]

Don't drink thatKool-Aid
and let her fool you.

That girl think she grown.

If I don't watch her, she gone
be sellin' weed after a while.

Mmm.

♪ ♪

♪ I see your eyes ♪

♪ And you can't hide ♪

That's you, ain't it?

♪ ♪

Girl...

come on in this kitchen and
help me with this potato salad.

[Big L] Kamara, we gone have
to get you a American wife.

- Which one you want?
- [Kamara] Ha, banange.

- I couldn't handle.
- Diamond over here handlin'.

- Mane, shut up, Big L.
- [Big L laughing]

[phone vibrating]

[Big L] All sensitive
and shit. Look at him.

Y'all better get a hold of this.

- Ah, excuse me, baby.
- [Duffy] Where Roulette at?

[Big L] Duffy, you
sprung, ain't it?

- All y'all pussy-whipped.
- [phone line beeps]

[recording] You are receiving
a call from an inmate at...

Chucalissa Jail Facility.

- [Diamond] Hello?
- Diamond.

Keyshawn?

[Keyshawn] Yeah...

Um...

thought my hair was long
enough, but it wasn't.

The beast swallowed the key.

Did he really?

[Keyshawn] Yeah.

But once upon a time...

in a land far away...

the princess met a knight

who said he could
take care of it.

Well...

[prison guard] Copy that.

Can you take care of it?

[dramatic music plays]

[Uncle Clifford] Now, I'ma call
this potato salad Autumn Night,

all this mustard yo'
ass puttin' in it.

Ooh! You wrong for that!

- [both laughing]
- Or am I right?

I'm just happy that
bitch done slithered

up out my garden. Tuh!

You know I bought my club back.

- How the hell you do that?
- A bitch got her ways. Hah.

I know I said make this
club yo' steppin' stone,

but that bitch took that
shit too much to heart.

- [chuckles]
- [Uncle Clifford] Mmm.

It's a good lesson
for both of us.

[Uncle Clifford] Mm-hmm.

Some folks only in
yo' life for a season.

What yousaid. Keyshawn
done moved on, too.

Yeah. I saw her note.

I hope she get everything
she dreamed of.

[Uncle Clifford] But I
still got my bottom bitch.

Girl, you know you
toe that pole up

for that Grand ♪
Reeee-♪ Openin'!

We got a bitch back
up on the pole.

We got the club up to code,

and with that casino
comin' up the street,

my headliner gone be bussin'
it in front of millions.

I got plans, child.

"Pussyland: The
Amusement Park."

Ooh, we gone make it
up out this pandemic

- come hell or high wa...
- Uncle Clifford, last night

was my last dance.

What you mean yo' last dance?

Shoulda been the way
I retired before.

"Don't tell nobody
what you gone do.

Just let them bitches watch."

That's what my mama taught me.

Sadly, I ain't learn that lesson

'til she did that shit to me.

But it's time, Uncle Clifford.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- It's time.

So all y'all is leavin' me?

You, Gidget, Keyshawn...

Hell, even September Eve's ass?

Let's not call it leavin'.

Let's call it graduatin'.

Or in yo' words,

"dreamin' new dreams."

Who gone take yo' place?

[scoffing] Nobody.

But I think that's the
whole point of it, ain't it?

♪ ♪

[chuckles softly]

Hmm.

♪ ♪

[sniffing]

[toilet flushes]

Shame Uncle Clifford kicked
Toy on up out the club.

- She gone be aight.
- That's what I heard, now.

She bein' "took care of."

[gum pops]

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

You think I don't know what
you bitches been doin'?

How else you rockin' VVS's
in yo' chain Ju-City?

'Cause I'm the best
mu'fuckin' dancer

up in this bitch!

- These hoes better recognize.
- So why you ain't

satisfied with that?

I know why.

'Cause flying 'round that pole

just the illusion of some pussy.

And there comes a
moment in the night

where these niggahs
want that real shit.

Why you tellin'
me all this shit?

'Cause you ain't got
nobody like me...

in yo' stable.

And best believe,
it's a lot of niggahs

want what I got.

[snorts]

How I know you ain't gone tell

yo' ace boon coon
Uncle Clifford?

[chuckles]

[snorts] Uhh...

It's a lot of things I
ain't told Uncle Clifford.

♪ ♪

[gum pops]

[Uncle Clifford]
no pandemic shit.

[Lil' Murda] Aye, Cliff.

There you go.

I'll go put everything
out. [chuckles]

I don't know what kinda
game you think you playin',

but I just need you to gone
ahead and get back on that bus.

I decided. I ain't
goin' on tour.

- Are you fuckin' insane?
- [Lil' Murda] I ain't goin'.

You said it yo'self, I'm a star.

And if that's the case, I'ma
need my own tour, my own bus.

I don't gotta ride the
coattails of nobody,

even if they is snow
white chinchilla.

Ugh. They have eyes,
but they have no sense.

Tina Snow is yo' ticket
out of Chucalissa.

Do you know how many
niggahs wanna go on tour

and open for a act like that?

Well, let them do that shit,
then, 'cause I ain't the one.

Now, what-what Woddy say?

"Every wave ain't
meant to be rode."

You scared.

Scared?

I ain't no punk, now.

[Uncle Clifford]
Oh, that you are.

But what I'm sayin' is,
you scared of the sun.

Fact, you scared you is the sun.

- You scared you gone make it.
- That's not what it is, Cliff.

Well, yo' ass can't
sit up there and say

it's 'cause you
wanna cook breakfast

for yo' niggah and
her Granmuva everyday

or that you wanna be playin'
these crowds up in Chucalissa

the rest of yo' life.

Boy, what done
got into yo' head?

Look, my decision's my decision.

That ain't no decision.

That's impulse... [scoffs]

which is the sister
of stupidity.

You the fuckin'
one that's scared!

Say you pushin' me away for me,

when you really pushin'
me away for you!

You pushin' me away 'cause you
don't know you worthy of shit.

Worthy of bein' took care
of and all the protection

and plates of yams and
chicken and dressin'...

All this fuckin' love, Cliff!

[exhales shakily]

I sell fantasy for work...

so in real life,
I need real life.

Outside that Paradise
Room, outside my room,

outside my fuckin' closet.

LaMarques, I just turned
40, and you is half my age.

What the heyell do you
know about some love...

"May the sun...

find you in the
darkest of shadows."

[soft music plays]

He got that tatted on his chest.

♪ ♪

Some words I wrote to a niggah.

Myniggah.

♪ ♪

[sniffles]

It all started...

when I peeped him
from two cells over.

I convinced the CO
to link me with him.

[scoffs] I paid
her to... [scoffs]

push him into the
supply closet, and...

there I was waitin' for him.

Kidnappin'?

How romantic.

First time, it was what it was.

And the second...

third...

fourth, fifth time, that's...

♪ ♪

that's how I learned to
carve out a little...

piece of heaven for myself
amidst all that hell.

But I couldn't love
him in the light.

I wonder...

i-is that why...

Maybe why he took
his life that night?

You know, that night I, uh...

- the night I-I came...
- Is that what happened?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

I been in some closets before.

You know, where that get me?

I'm sorry about what
happened to yo'...

friend.

'Cause guilt is a chain not
even the strongest one of us

can rock.

[breathes deeply]

Even I know a lil'
somethin' 'bout that.

But the one thing I don't want
is to be the one to be the blame

for holdin' you back.

I don't want you to make
love every night to regret,

LaMarques.

That's not your
choice. That's mine.

♪ ♪

- [Big L] Yo, Uncle Clifford!
- Big L,

- what the hell?
- I gotta show you

- something, man.
- [Uncle Clifford] What?

[Big L] Come on, now. Come
on, God damn it. Shit.

[Uncle Clifford] What
is you talkin' 'bout?

What-what done happened?
What's goin' on?

[overlapping arguing]

very important moment. I
don't have time for this!

You don't even wanna
see this shit, man.

Ooh...

Negative 24 stacks?
Oh, that can't be,

with all the scrilla we done
brought in the club last night?

That's what I know.

I tried peckin' at
that keyboard, too.

That ain't gone make the
account fill back up.

[sucks teeth] It wasn't
like this this mornin'.

Forty-two K to Chenay
Fabrics. Who Che... [gasps]

That mustard banana
bile yellow bitch!

Look like Redbone done
snuffed the account.

Told you let me split her wig.

Oooh! Ooo-hoo-hoooooh!

Twenty-four muthafuckin' Savage!

Oh! Hoo!

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Seem like all those
drugs you fired me for

gone come in handy after all.

♪ ♪

Niggah, just hand me
the whole damn bag.

[sighs]

[Erykah Badu's "Didn't
Cha Know" plays]

[Erykah] ♪ Ah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh hey ♪

♪ I'm trying to decide ♪

♪ Which way to go ♪

♪ Think I made a wrong
turn back there somewhere ♪

♪ Didn't cha know?
Didn't cha know? ♪

♪ Tryin' to move,
but I lost my way ♪

♪ Didn't cha know?
Didn't cha know? ♪

♪ Love is life,
and life is free ♪

♪ Take a ride of
life with me ♪

♪ Free your mind
and find your way ♪

♪ There will be
a brighter day ♪

[indistinct chatter, laughter,
distant siren wailing]

[LTD's "Love Ballad" plays]

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ Have never been ♪

♪ So much ♪

♪ ♪

♪ In love ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Lovin' you ♪

♪ Gave me somethin' new ♪

♪ That I never felt ♪

♪ Never dreamed of ♪

♪ Something's changed ♪

♪ No, it's not the feelin' ♪

♪ I had before ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ It's much, much more ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ I never knew ♪

♪ That a touch ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ Could mean ♪

♪ ♪

♪ So much ♪

♪ ♪

You ain't fuckin' dreamin'.

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ Ooh hoo ♪

♪ Lovers come ♪

♪ And then lovers go ♪

♪ That's what folks say ♪

♪ Don't they know, oh ♪

♪ They're not there ♪

♪ When you love me, hold me ♪

♪ And say you care ♪

♪ And what we have is
much more than they ♪

♪ Could see ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ We have so much more now ♪

♪ What we have is much more ♪

♪ Than they could see ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, so much more ♪

♪ What we have is much more ♪

♪ Than they could see ♪

♪ We have so much more... ♪

What y'all fools lookin' at?

♪ Is much more than
they could see... ♪

[muffled music continues]

♪ ♪

[zipper opens]

[intense music plays]

♪ ♪

- [punch landing]
- [Diamond grunts]

[grunting]

[heavy breathing]

[punches landing]

[grunting]

[muffled yelling]

♪ ♪

[woman] He the one killed
our lieutenant, boss.

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic chords]

♪ ♪

- [Diamond shouting in Arabic]
- [escalating shouts]

[overlapping, echoing
gunfire and screams]

[gasps]

No.

That'd be too easy, niggah.

[breathing heavily]

[DJ Zirk's "Lock 'em
N Da Trunk" plays]

[DJ Zirk] ♪ Lock
'em in the trunk ♪

♪ Yeah, that
should be fun now ♪

♪ Lock 'em in the trunk, lock
lock 'em in the trunk yeah ♪

♪ Lock 'em in the trunk,
yeah, that should be fun ♪

♪ Lock 'em in the trunk, lock,
lock 'em in the trunk yeah ♪

♪ Lock 'em in the trunk,
yeah that should be fun ♪

♪ Pop the trunk,
slam the punk ♪

♪ Goin' on a ride busta ♪

♪ Ski mask on, so it's on,
goin' for the kill sucka ♪

♪ Jump, trick boy, jump
act like you want some ♪

♪ Twelve to ya dome trick,
jump and getcha tail stomped ♪

♪ Don't forget ♪

♪ Took her to the room
and drop the ten inch ♪

♪ Straight in her mouth,
got my jizz, now I'm out ♪

♪ Now I'm out ♪

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