P-Valley (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Episode #2.6 - full transcript
I know y'all been chompin' at the bit.
Here's what's been
goin' down in the Valley.
Lauren Hawkins here,
Nonconnah County Health
Department Regulator!
The Pynk is officially CLOSED!
I came back early... The fuck?!
to askmy wife for her permission
to run for mayor of Chucalissa.
What?
Maine, ain't nobody
tryna talk to this girl.
Guys, show some respect, will ya?
Oh, I got some mu'fuckin'
respect fuh you, white boy!
Be careful of becoming
a man's Barbie doll.
He'll always find another one to buy.
I'm sorry for misleading you.
I just never met a woman
who could hold her own weight like you.
You been tryin' to sell
The Pynk this whole time?
Y'all can take the money
and move The Pynk somewhere else!
I'm proud-a you, maine.
You gone be a icy niggah,
platinum niggah, bawse niggah.
He a faggot, just like you a hoe.
Keyshawn told me everything...
and I do mean everything.
Night-night, niggah.
You always cummin' in that condom.
I want that in my mouth.
Nanh-nanh-nanh.
Any man got sense know
he need to expose of his seed.
I'on want no babies...
Yeah, and I'on want no hexes...
I'm the one that got a hex put on her.
You got a bitch over hure dickmatized.
Is that right?
You tryna wake up with
warts all ova yuh face?
With them legs twisted 'round
and titties growin' out yo' back?
I'on thank that'd be a good look.
Well, then I wouldn't
touch that if I was you.
What is it?
It's protection.
You don't seem like the type
of niggah need no protection.
Yeah, we all need some
savin' now and again.
Mm.
Wassup?
I just got this little
spades tournament
I gotta run security fuh tonight.
Why you'on do security
fuh the Pynk no more?
You musta tried to
save one of 'em heaux
wun't ready to be saved.
And who told you that?
Your eyes.
They so heavy that
errytime you fuckin' me,
they be closed.
- Next time...
- Mm-hmm.
I want them chestnut eyes wide open
just like this drippin' wet pussy.
Yuh hear me?
Why don't we make next time right now?
Now, you know we wun't gone not
brang a solider home right.
Naw, niggah! Naw!
Aye!
We gathered here today
to raise a double-cup
to one of HVH's most brolic niggas!
Not alla us make it out that dark.
Not alla us ever
make it to see that light.
Thass why today special.
Now, they say family
found is family forever.
Yuh...
Well, we gone hold
you down on the outside
just like you done held
us down on the inside.
So, Big Teak, whateva
you need, baby bwoy,
we got you.
Go on, get in your new ride, niggah.
We Hurt Village Hustlas fuh life!
Fuh life!
I know that's right.
'Scuse me... So what ya think?
Ay, y'all give the maine some room.
Teak liable to do a
donut on yo' ass now.
Wha...
You aight.
Wait fuh it...
Wait fuh it...
What the fuck is goin' on?!
Big L!
What's up with the
water? I just paid the bill.
- But you ain't paid me, though.
- I ain't playin' wit you,
Big L. Turn the water back on.
I got someplace to be.
Is that why you wearin'
this pretty ole lil' dress?
Give it here!
Ugghh!
And turn the fuckin' water back on!
I'ma have to kill her.
Maine, we already got too much blood
- on our hands already.
- What... and she ain't
got enough.
Can you believe, after
all that we done done
fuh this heiffa, she call
herself tryna put the club
back on the auction block?
Hmm?
Ooh! Audacity is runnin'
high in the pandemic, chile!
Them Ugandans gave me a price
on them AC systems... five stacks.
On top of the eleven stacks
we gotsta pay the
Chucalissa Health Department
in order ta re-re-re-REEEEEE open?
Chile!
I might have to start showin'
feet online or somethin'.
Yeah, shit. Online mightbe the move.
"Whisper, Roulette.
"Bringing The Pynk to the people.
"Come on down to Pussy Valley
Annual Spades Tournament."
Remind me to sue these heiffas
fuh copyright infringement.
Bitches is tryna survive,
and niggahs is too.
Duffy's back with a big load.
And you know how I feel
about that plug life, Big L.
Mmm.
Look, maybe we should
just go on down to the police
and turn her flat ass in.
If only she had pulled that trigger
or... buried that body...
Autumn Nightmare,
what is yo' next move?
I only set one man
on fire before in my life.
I'm tryin' not to be the second.
Don't mess up my hure, Gibby.
I got a big day today, maine.
Oh, hush. Yo' afro gone thank me.
Heyell, I learnt from
The Great Warren Lewis
hisself.
Thaddeus Wilks,
what you gone do, now you done got out?
Try not to go back.
He goin' back on the
road wit' me as security,
soon as we get this tour back on track.
I can't believe Rome
fuckin' up and died, maine.
- What, that Rona?
- Naw,
he'ain have that. Blogs
ain't say what it was.
So you a sanger, too, huh?
What you sang? I done
heard somethin' before?
"Sit on my Lap," "Mississippi Pride."
If it ain't on that jukebox,
it ain't shit.
Now, this one hure,
thisthe one you need
to put out on a record.
Aye, guh.
Why you just now callin' me back?
Been hittin' your line like crazy.
Ooh-whee!
Yeah!
Look at you lookin' all casket-sharp.
Naw-naw-naw.
Woddy gone put it all
back together, trust me.
Lil' Murda, somethin'
happened in Atlanta.
- Fuck you mean?
- Rome, he...
- he tried it.
- He tried what?
It...
Glad that niggah dead, then.
And, uh...
I tolt Woddy Rome knew 'bout you...
How... how he know about...
What you... what you talkin' 'bout?
Keyshawn, who you on the phone with?
I gotta go.
Who was that?
Lil' Murda was axin' about
- Rome's funeral.
- Damn.
He was such a good guy.
Brought you all those deals.
But we'll be alright, though.
Justin has a couple leads on a job.
Fact, I'm gonna go shower off
and go help him put his fire pit in.
- We'll talk then.
- Okay.
You wanna come?
No...
I...
Oh, that's nice.
You aight, maine?
Yeah, yeah, just...
One day, shit poppin', the next...
- Shit crazy, maine.
- Yeah.
Yeah, life fuh a niggah stay shawt.
Thass why you just gotta
enjoy erry day like it's yo' last.
Where you want me to drop you off at?
I figure I'd roll 'round
the hood witchu,
'specially since the tour down.
'Lest you got somethin'
betta else to do.
Naw.
You can slide.
Terricka ain't here.
She runnin' 'round
with her lil' friend.
Who? Kelon?
- Who Kelon?
- Nevermind.
I brought y'all some groceries.
How long it take to drink all this?
Look, I ain't got a problem, alright?
Maybe we can get you some help.
Only help I need is a job.
You got one of them?
I'on mean on no damn pole neither.
I'm worried about you.
Don't worry 'bout
me. Worry 'bout yuself.
I'm doin' juuuuust fine.
You called Terricka a mistake.
That night she got pult
over drivin' you home?
You calt her a mistake.
W... no.
I would never. I would...
I could never.
You know, I could...
I could take Terricka off
your hands fuh a little while
till you got back on your feet.
See, you ain't slick.
I see what you doin'.
I ain't tryna get custody, Shelle.
Well, you bet not.
Cuz there's a difference
between being a mother
and being a parent.
Now, you pushed her
out, but I raised her.
You were forced into that.
Terricka gone stay right here with me,
where she's safe,
not in that hellhole
hood you reside in.
No matter what I do,
ain't gone never be good
enough fuh you, huh, Shelle?
You have reached the phone
of Terricka Shelton.
You know what to doooo!
Where you at? I need
to talk to you ASAP.
- Coach.
- Hey, Cedes.
What's good?
I'm just seeing if you up for finishin'
that Mercedes Experience.
Farrah just won't
stop talkin' about it.
I'on know why.
So look, I know it's supposed to be
about you and me,
right, but if you could
just oblige my wife one mo' time...
She ain't know I would
get that excited about it.
Hell, I ain't know.
I just... be wanting
to be alone with you.
Aw, please, baby?
See, when my wife is happy, I'm happy.
You know what I mean?
A-alright, Coach. Alright. I gotta run.
Terricka.
Terricka!
Hello?
Fuck. God damn it.
Anything else I can get fuh y'all?
Awwww, I think we good.
Oooooo, you got some pretty eyes.
Light skin niggahs comin' back in.
Al B. sho'll gettin' raised
back from the grave.
Awww, baby bwoy, I ain't mean
to make you more redbone
than you already is, nanh.
Aye, shawty, you mind
goin' to grab us two waters?
Ooo.
And maybe get one
fuh yo'self while you at it.
Okay. Rude.
Thirsty-ass...
Yeah, stop bein' J.
Niggah, ain't nobody bein' jealous.
Heyell, a niggah can go help facilitate
if thass... what you want.
Ah, know what I want?
To enjoy this lemon
pepper wet right hure.
Hmmm?
Glad you gotcho appetite back.
Had a niggah worried
about you fuh a minute.
Mm.
This bill gone be hard.
Don't you ever be
worried 'bout this stomach
or this bill.
I got this.
Awww, so niggah, this a date?
Well...
Never... woulda thought
we ever get a chance
to do it...
proper-like.
What?
My canned linguini in the supply closet
wun't proper enough fuh you?
Ooh!
You know, I thought the first time
I got pushed in the supply closet,
the guard was tryna turn
a niggah booty hole out.
And then the door
closed, and lo 'n behold,
you standin' there with a bowl of pasta
and candlelight and...
That was then.
But now you done moved on.
As you should have.
Whole world done moved on, seem like.
What's he like?
She.
- Niggah, "she"?
- She like fuh
folks to call him that.
But I just call Cliff "my niggah."
- Niggah, whu?
- Niggah,
I'on know either.
I just... accept.
Damn.
Ten years, a lot done
changed and got strange.
What else about her...
she... I mean, this niggah?
Cliff like...
hittin' seven thrice against
the wall on a Sat'day night.
Like eatin' funnel cake
once a year at the fair,
like...
it's like a eclipse, you know?
But... I fucked it up.
Seem like you got
a habit of doin' that.
Yeah, maybe I do. I fuck up a lot.
I fucked up...
You forgiven.
Hey, can a niggah get the check?
On my way, boo.
Shh, shh, shh.
We goin' on a trip.
It's gone be sooo fun.
So be a good boy and sit still, okay?
You crackin', niggah!
Where the humidifier?
Niggah, I'on know what the fuck
you talkin' 'bout. You
know they used to call me
the Black John B!
Niggahs give me a brand-new car
and don't fill up the fuckin' thing.
Fuck niggah.
- Ahh...
- Oh.
Regla, premium?
Betta quit playin' and put in regla.
Shit. I'on know how
this shit work, bruh.
Whoo-wee!
All right, errybody,
I put my ears on this thang.
I want you to hear it right now on K97.
- This how you do it.
- Aight.
This that new joint from Tina Snow
featuring a new artist from The 'Sip.
- Regla degla.
- Okay.
Calls hisself Lil' Murda.
Then you gone put
this in there, niggah.
What y'all think?
- Slam it or jam it.
- Aight, that's how you do it.
Aye, this shit go hard, Clavia!
- Niggah, what?
- Aye...
Hey!
Thass fuckin' me.
THASS FUCKIN' ME!
- Thass my niggah!
- Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! What station that on?
K97.
All y'all niggahs! Turn
y'all station to K97!
Cuz my niggah song on the radio!
They feelin' it, Teak.
Yeah! Yeah, niggah!
Yeah, yeah!
Hey, bwoy!
I fuckin' knew it. I knew it, bwoy!
Aye, niggah!
You done with the pump or what, maine?
NIGGAH, WHO THE FUCK
- IS YOU TALKIN' TO, BWOY?
- Naw, naw, naw.
Maine, we done.
You lucky I'on let him go.
Mu'fucker, I should let him get you.
Come on, let's go.
WHOOOOOOOOO!
Damn...
Well, since you famous, shiiit.
Yeah. I guess I am famous. Here.
- Superstar angle.
- Yeah.
Yooo, shawty.
Terrance!
How you been, baby bwoy?
Wassup wit' the foreign?
Whisper?
I'on think she get down like that.
You should find out fo' me though.
I give her ass two stacks,
she let me eat that pussy.
Damn!
Wish I'da been offered the option
of layin' on my back
'steada gettin' on my knees.
You gon' hook me up or naw?
Come on, you know it's
gone come back to yuh.
Goddamn!
Hurry up, go talk
to her fuh me, shiiit.
To the Mercedes Experience.
Heyell, I'on even know if I
can handle the both of y'all.
Haven't been able to
stop thinking about you.
Don't worry, he can't
hear us over the blender.
He swears by his
all-natural sex potion,
but it's just Irish Moss and Viagra.
Ohh.
If Coach sees us, won't he be mad?
Let him be mad.
Makes him harder.
You wouldn't mess
with my bag, would you?
We need to act like
nothin' between us ever...
happened.
I don't know what you're talkin' about.
All right.
Y'all ready fuh the
Mercedes Experience?
Come on.
Thank you all for allowing me
to reintroduce myself.
We all know I can't fill
Tydell Ruffin's size-12 purple gators.
But I do intend
to make his dream of a
Chucalissa renaissance
a reality.
To do that, though,
we've got to address our sordid past.
Now, this casino will
come to Chucalissa,
and it will bring unprecedented
wealth to this town...
in the poorest county in the
poorest state in the Union.
Under my leadership,
we will redistribute
that prosperity among allChucalissans.
I have a question.
Um...
Sure.
What makes you think prosperity for all
is possible?
Because I'm up here on this podium.
A Black boy born to a
drug-addicted mother.
Father died when I
was but seven years old.
I should've...
been a statistic.
But Mayor Tydell Ruffin
saw potential in me
and nurtured it.
It was his guidance... and funding
that got me to Morehouse.
And I intend to give the same care
to all the sons and daughters
of Chucalissa.
What in the heyell do
you think you're doing?
What ever do you mean, Massa Kyle?
- Did you invite her?
- No.
He didn't have to.
It's a black-tie event in Chucalissa.
Word travels fast.
Here you go, Mrs. Seagram-Watkins.
I see how you got past the guest list.
I figured she wouldn't be here.
Whatever games you're
playing, this is not the time
nor the place.
Who woulda thunk Andre Watkins,
Esquire'd be running for Mayor?
You sure do owe
Promised Land a favor
after that auction fiasco
sometime back.
Believe me, all is not lost.
Maybe there's a silver lining in this.
Let's discuss that silver
lining in the smoking parlor.
I procured some very
nice Cubans for the night.
Is she here to trim the ends?
She wishes.
Andre, why don't you take
Bill 'nem back to the parlor?
You best get on back to the strip club.
Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Oh, yeah.
Faster.
- Ahh...
- Ahh...
Ahh! Ahh...
Ah... ah...
Farrah, what the fuck?!
Y'all been cheatin' on me?
- What are you talkin' about?
- What?
I know what two women
been together look like... shit!
Coach, calm down.
You done turnt my fuckin' wife out!
Cedric, come back to bed.
You're acting crazy.
Naw, naw, we been married 19 years.
In all that time,
you ain't never thought about no pussy.
Now alla sudden, you bumpin' boxes
like a muthafuckin' pro?!
What? You think you're the only one
who gets to have some
fucking pussy, huh?
Farrah...
That's right, we've been married
for 19 fucking years,
and you don't even
know that I like pussy
just as much as you.
Hell, maybe even more!
You don't know a lot about me, Cedric,
because you've been so
busy fulfilling your dreams,
your desires, your fantasies.
Well, what about mine?!
Fact, what about my dreams?!
Yeah, what about her dreams?
- Get the fuck out!
- Don't be mad at her!
Get the fuck out! Fuckin'...
Aah! Muthafucker, if you
don't get offa me, on God...
I brought you into my home,
and you fuckin' betray me?
You were supposed to
be fuh me, goddamnit!
- You hurtin' me!
- Get the heyell outta here,
you backwoods hoe!
Your sponsorship done
expired like a muthafucka!
You still owe me the rest of
my 40 stacks fuh the month...
Like the heyell I do!
Cedric, that's not fair.
You don't break a deal.
Well, y'all both done broke my heart.
Fuck. Shit.
Fuck!
Man, that's bullshit.
Hey.
Hey.
Thought I saw you in there.
What you doin' here, Duffy?
Aw, just droppin' off
some party favors.
Wass wrong, lil' mama?
Nothin'. Wassup?
You followin' me?
Maybe.
Cuz you're so obsessed wit' me?
Definitely.
Cuz I'm just soooo fine.
Yeah. That part.
See? Now I know you full'a shit.
Yeah? You the finest woman here.
In the parkin' lot.
In the world.
I fucks with you.
Yeah, I fucks with you too.
I'm a hoe, though.
Ain't that a coincidence?
Cuz...
I'm a hoe too.
Hey... baby.
Hey.
So... how was it?
Y'all have fun?
Yeah, uh,
yeah, Justin's new backyard is nice.
Him and Karen want me
to bring the kids next time.
Everything okay?
Yeah. You?
Your phone said you
didn't move all day.
Yeah, uh...
we just stayed inside,
watched Peppa Pig.
They musta loved that.
They're so happy you're home.
Not as happy as I am, though.
Ayeee!
You hear that, niggah?
- You hear that?
- Woddy,
Tina really want me to
come down to Jackson
and perform the song
wit' her on tour, maine?
They just calt me.
- What the fuck!
- Niggah, whu?!
Maine, Rome OD and look at Gawd.
Aye, we hure, maine.
I'll be thur in a minute, maine.
What Big Teak doin'?
Look like he about to cop some weed.
Big Teak can't come back
out on the road wit' us.
Fuck you mean?
Where the heyell this coming from?
That niggah too buck, maine.
Don't security needto be buck?
Yeah, but he be actin'
worser than the opps.
I'll talk to him, maine.
Look, I know you like
to rock a lotta chains,
be all icy 'n shit,
but that water 'round
your neck can be a anchor.
Keepin' him around
might make a niggah drown
- is all I'm sayin'.
- Woddy, I can't fire him,
maine, he just got out.
Look, I'm tryna put
things back together.
If it weren't fuh Rome
ass OD'in, well, shit.
It's funny how you know he OD'ed.
Look...
if you'on wannna
handle it, I'll handle it.
I'm good at handlin' shi...
Fuck!
Which on of y'all left
the top off the juice, huh?!
Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah.
I told y'all to stop it!
Told y'all to stop it!
Sit y'all asses down!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Teak.
- Niggah, what is you doin'?
- What?
What the fuck you
doin' rollin' up in the trap
without yo' glizzy?
Yeah.
- You skraight?
- Yeah.
Let's slide, niggah.
Yeah.
If you needed some hydro,
we coulda rolled on by my place.
I stay wit' a pack
tucked. You know that.
That ain't what I was lookin' fuh.
Well, what the fuck was
you lookin' fuh, niggah?
That used to be... myhouse.
Used to be.
Yeah, niggah.
We leavin' it all in
the rearview mirror.
We sayin' goodbye tonight, niggah.
Cuz boffa us ain't never comin' back.
Aight? Come on, skraighten up.
I won't be long for
this one, I promise.
Oh, my.
- Miss Batson.
- Oooh! Ha.
Call me Georgie, darlin'.
We were beginnin' to think
you weren't gone show.
Good!
That means my timing was perfect.
Oh, uh, let me lead you
to the cigar room where...
Ha! The cigar room.
Haha! Typical.
Um, I hope it's not too personal,
but I'm sorry for the
loss of your husband.
Oh, I'm not.
Say, could you get me
a rum and Coke, darlin',
no coke?
Knock, knock.
Y'all back
with the whiskey...
Yep, and two pairs of titties too.
Ha ha. Oh-ho-ho!
Look at this grand old
peckerwood convention.
- Georgie.
- Oh, shut it, Bill.
No point trying to stuff it
back in your pants now.
What you doin' here, all
the way in Chucaloosa?
- I mean Lissa.
- Well, clearly,
I can't trust you and your
merry band of dipshits
to handle any other tasks of import.
What now?
Oh, you gone be
my lil' gal pal tonight.
Long as you keep these comin'.
Mrs. Batson, I'm Corbin Kyle.
That 'sposed to mean somethin' to me?
And, uh, this is Andre Watkins,
next mayor of Chucalissa.
Oh, I know who that is.
That's the lawyer who
fucked our acquisition
of waterfront property.
Well, if I only had
been given authorization
to bid more than 250,000.
I tried callin' Bill, but...
Oh, but he was busy
nailin' his ugly-ass wife
to the bed in fuckin'
Bora Bora, wun't he?
Next time, Andre,
don't ask for permission.
Take it. I learned that from Oprah.
But, actually, I think things
worked out for the best.
You see, Bill over there
was trying to buy
The Pynk for just 40K.
Now, imagine the public outcry
if that leaked to, say, CNN,
that Promised Land
was basically stealing
from Black landowners
in the poorest county,
in the poorest state.
- I...
- Bill,
just shut the fuck up!
Fortunately, I'm the owner now.
Oh! Wait, wait, wait.
You're not the cigar girl, are you?
Maybe in another life.
But tonight...
LaKiesha Savage is the name.
This pandemic certainly created
a silver lining in that Promised Land
now has the time to make things right.
Make what right?
Pay me what it's truly worth.
What was it, Mr. Watkins?
Ten million dollars.
Haha! Well, Miss Savage. Ha.
Now, don't you worry
about ole Bill over there.
His job's as dead as my husband.
Now, I'm a bitch who
believes in second chances.
and I'm gone be runnin' Promised Land
a little differently.
I think maybe now we can
make you a muchbetter deal.
Hmm? Alrighty then.
I've had just about as much cigar smoke
and cheap cologne as I can handle.
What about Andre? His endorsement?
Oh, sure, listen.
I couldn't give two shits who's
the mayor of this little town
long as they don't get in the
way of my muthafuckin' casino.
I'll be talkin' to you
real soon, Miss Savage.
Staring down the barrel
of a .357 Magnum...
Ow!
Thass how you need to
kill that light-skinded bitch!
Just...
like that!
Do it!
Huh.
Granmuva, yo' sugar normal.
So why you sweatin'
like a hoe in church?
Chile, I'on know!
Yeah, you gon' haveta
go on and kill that bitch.
It ain't like you gone come into
a half mil no time soon.
Ha. What you said.
- Hmm?
- Uh... mm...
102?
- Ooh.
- Hello?
- Toy, girl, how you feelin'?
- Hey, Uncle Clifford.
Bitch, I knew that
wun't no fuckin' allergies!
She gone do it.
Thank God we got the
Promised Land endorsement.
Yeah, but we almost didn't
because of that fuckin'
LaAutumn Venti Savage.
We got what we wanted.
- And so did she.
- -You gotta be kidding me.
Why you so upset?
Because she doesn't know shit
about the way things work down here.
She's just a pair of
tits with half a brain.
I mean, come on.
I think my dome game is pretty strong.
You believe her?
Who does she think she is,
walkin' around here like she's the one
be doing them deals?
She can't do shit...
Corbin, let me call you back.
Did you ever stop to think
about what all your antics
might do to my campaign?
This is real for me, Hailey!
It's not just a pre-mid-life crisis.
I know it's not.
- I care a lot, Andre.
- If this is care,
I'm terrified to see what
spite looks like from you.
You take what you want,
and you don't care who or
what you fuck up in the process!
- Andre...
- And the crazy part is
that I keep lettin' you.
You make me do what's wrong
when I know what's right!
Or maybe I make you
do what you want to do.
Get out, Hailey!
Fine.
I let you win.
What?
I let you win at the auction.
I had the power, and Ilet you win.
Yes, you did.
You have the power, Andre.
What are you gonna do with it?
What?
You're in charge, sir.
Tell me what to do.
How do you want me?
Take off your dress.
What else, sir?
- Crawl.
- Crawl?
Crawl!
What do you want next?
Uhm...
Hey, look, look, I'ma-I'ma
slow it down a little bit.
- Look.
- Aight.
Holla.
- Oh, yeah.
- Come on.
Yeah.
Come on.
Hey, now, what niggah sang that song?
Oh, that one?
That's Lil' Murda, circa 2017.
Niggah, thass some slaw. That ain't me.
Thass you.
One of them...
lyrics you passed off
to me when I was...
down in the hole.
I blame myself fuh yo' solitary.
I wun't nothin' but a little runt,
yappin' all that yin yang.
You stepped up to box fuh me.
Thass what HVH brothers do.
Yeah, but... what it got you?
The hole...
You wun't never the same since.
Niggah.
That wun't the first time I
been put down in the hole.
September 24, 1994,
is when my bid started.
When I seen Boosie standin' over you...
knife in yo' side...
I saw my mama.
I saw my mama slam 8 inches of steel
into her daughter neck,
into her five-year-old son chest,
into her eight-month-old
baby girl head.
And they blood ran
fiercer than this river.
I ran as hard as my lil'
seven-year-old feet could
to a door that led deep
down into the dark.
And I sat in that closet,
hearin' my sisters and my brother
screamin'...
till it aaaaaall went...
silent.
The Devil got in her, maine,
just like the Devil got in Boosie.
Now...
the Devil's in me.
Naw, maine.
Devil back in that house,
- locked away in that closet.
- Naw, he ain't.
See, folks think I got these tears
cuz thass how many niggahs I done kilt.
But, naw, I done...
I done did in more than that.
These three tears
fuh LaChina,
Rasheeda...
Quel.
My story was supposed
to end in that house.
Naw, maine.
Yo' story just beginnin'.
We finna go on tour tomorrow.
You can have tomorrow.
I'ma have tonight.
Here, so let me... let me
drop you off at the cut.
Naw, naw, naw.
Naw, I know what you finna do.
You gone sit up here
and let them thoughts
feast like maggots on yo'
dome and get you down,
and niggah, I ain't
gone let you get down.
Niggah, j-just tell me
where you want me to fuckin' take you.
No, you ain't takin'
me no fuckin' where.
Aight, if you don't wanna go home,
- then get the fuck out the car.
- No, niggah!
I'ma sit right hure witcho weak ass
till the sun come up.
Get out the car, Lil' Murda.
Niggah, you got to pull
me the fuck out, Teak.
GET THE FUCK OUT THE CAR!
Thad...
Niggah...
Tonight I'm... I'm goin'
from the dark to the light.
Teak... please...
Please just gimme the piece.
I wish I could.
Ohh...
I'm just...
so tired.
Niggah.
You sleep when you dead.
We got money to get, niggah.
We got houses to buy,
dreams to build,
babies to make, niggah.
We got each other, niggah.
And tomorrow, you
finna go on tour wit' me,
and thass that.
I'on give a fuck what Woddy say.
We finna be outside like a mu'fucka.
I owe you that.
You'on owe me nothin'.
Niggah, I owe you my life.
But there ain't no mo' light!
- Yes, there is.
- I can't see it.
- I see it.
- I can't...
I see it FUH YOU, NIGGAH! I SEE IT!
No.
No, my light is gone...
No.
I...
I'm right here, baby bwoy.
I...
I ain't goin' no fuckin' where.
HVH...
fuh life, huh?
Fuh life.
What'chu doin' here?
Wh-what...
Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay.
What's goin' on?
Ohh... ohh...
That you, Daddy?
Is Cliff... is Cliff here?
Granmuva, come, let me answer the door.
I, uh...
I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
Here's what's been
goin' down in the Valley.
Lauren Hawkins here,
Nonconnah County Health
Department Regulator!
The Pynk is officially CLOSED!
I came back early... The fuck?!
to askmy wife for her permission
to run for mayor of Chucalissa.
What?
Maine, ain't nobody
tryna talk to this girl.
Guys, show some respect, will ya?
Oh, I got some mu'fuckin'
respect fuh you, white boy!
Be careful of becoming
a man's Barbie doll.
He'll always find another one to buy.
I'm sorry for misleading you.
I just never met a woman
who could hold her own weight like you.
You been tryin' to sell
The Pynk this whole time?
Y'all can take the money
and move The Pynk somewhere else!
I'm proud-a you, maine.
You gone be a icy niggah,
platinum niggah, bawse niggah.
He a faggot, just like you a hoe.
Keyshawn told me everything...
and I do mean everything.
Night-night, niggah.
You always cummin' in that condom.
I want that in my mouth.
Nanh-nanh-nanh.
Any man got sense know
he need to expose of his seed.
I'on want no babies...
Yeah, and I'on want no hexes...
I'm the one that got a hex put on her.
You got a bitch over hure dickmatized.
Is that right?
You tryna wake up with
warts all ova yuh face?
With them legs twisted 'round
and titties growin' out yo' back?
I'on thank that'd be a good look.
Well, then I wouldn't
touch that if I was you.
What is it?
It's protection.
You don't seem like the type
of niggah need no protection.
Yeah, we all need some
savin' now and again.
Mm.
Wassup?
I just got this little
spades tournament
I gotta run security fuh tonight.
Why you'on do security
fuh the Pynk no more?
You musta tried to
save one of 'em heaux
wun't ready to be saved.
And who told you that?
Your eyes.
They so heavy that
errytime you fuckin' me,
they be closed.
- Next time...
- Mm-hmm.
I want them chestnut eyes wide open
just like this drippin' wet pussy.
Yuh hear me?
Why don't we make next time right now?
Now, you know we wun't gone not
brang a solider home right.
Naw, niggah! Naw!
Aye!
We gathered here today
to raise a double-cup
to one of HVH's most brolic niggas!
Not alla us make it out that dark.
Not alla us ever
make it to see that light.
Thass why today special.
Now, they say family
found is family forever.
Yuh...
Well, we gone hold
you down on the outside
just like you done held
us down on the inside.
So, Big Teak, whateva
you need, baby bwoy,
we got you.
Go on, get in your new ride, niggah.
We Hurt Village Hustlas fuh life!
Fuh life!
I know that's right.
'Scuse me... So what ya think?
Ay, y'all give the maine some room.
Teak liable to do a
donut on yo' ass now.
Wha...
You aight.
Wait fuh it...
Wait fuh it...
What the fuck is goin' on?!
Big L!
What's up with the
water? I just paid the bill.
- But you ain't paid me, though.
- I ain't playin' wit you,
Big L. Turn the water back on.
I got someplace to be.
Is that why you wearin'
this pretty ole lil' dress?
Give it here!
Ugghh!
And turn the fuckin' water back on!
I'ma have to kill her.
Maine, we already got too much blood
- on our hands already.
- What... and she ain't
got enough.
Can you believe, after
all that we done done
fuh this heiffa, she call
herself tryna put the club
back on the auction block?
Hmm?
Ooh! Audacity is runnin'
high in the pandemic, chile!
Them Ugandans gave me a price
on them AC systems... five stacks.
On top of the eleven stacks
we gotsta pay the
Chucalissa Health Department
in order ta re-re-re-REEEEEE open?
Chile!
I might have to start showin'
feet online or somethin'.
Yeah, shit. Online mightbe the move.
"Whisper, Roulette.
"Bringing The Pynk to the people.
"Come on down to Pussy Valley
Annual Spades Tournament."
Remind me to sue these heiffas
fuh copyright infringement.
Bitches is tryna survive,
and niggahs is too.
Duffy's back with a big load.
And you know how I feel
about that plug life, Big L.
Mmm.
Look, maybe we should
just go on down to the police
and turn her flat ass in.
If only she had pulled that trigger
or... buried that body...
Autumn Nightmare,
what is yo' next move?
I only set one man
on fire before in my life.
I'm tryin' not to be the second.
Don't mess up my hure, Gibby.
I got a big day today, maine.
Oh, hush. Yo' afro gone thank me.
Heyell, I learnt from
The Great Warren Lewis
hisself.
Thaddeus Wilks,
what you gone do, now you done got out?
Try not to go back.
He goin' back on the
road wit' me as security,
soon as we get this tour back on track.
I can't believe Rome
fuckin' up and died, maine.
- What, that Rona?
- Naw,
he'ain have that. Blogs
ain't say what it was.
So you a sanger, too, huh?
What you sang? I done
heard somethin' before?
"Sit on my Lap," "Mississippi Pride."
If it ain't on that jukebox,
it ain't shit.
Now, this one hure,
thisthe one you need
to put out on a record.
Aye, guh.
Why you just now callin' me back?
Been hittin' your line like crazy.
Ooh-whee!
Yeah!
Look at you lookin' all casket-sharp.
Naw-naw-naw.
Woddy gone put it all
back together, trust me.
Lil' Murda, somethin'
happened in Atlanta.
- Fuck you mean?
- Rome, he...
- he tried it.
- He tried what?
It...
Glad that niggah dead, then.
And, uh...
I tolt Woddy Rome knew 'bout you...
How... how he know about...
What you... what you talkin' 'bout?
Keyshawn, who you on the phone with?
I gotta go.
Who was that?
Lil' Murda was axin' about
- Rome's funeral.
- Damn.
He was such a good guy.
Brought you all those deals.
But we'll be alright, though.
Justin has a couple leads on a job.
Fact, I'm gonna go shower off
and go help him put his fire pit in.
- We'll talk then.
- Okay.
You wanna come?
No...
I...
Oh, that's nice.
You aight, maine?
Yeah, yeah, just...
One day, shit poppin', the next...
- Shit crazy, maine.
- Yeah.
Yeah, life fuh a niggah stay shawt.
Thass why you just gotta
enjoy erry day like it's yo' last.
Where you want me to drop you off at?
I figure I'd roll 'round
the hood witchu,
'specially since the tour down.
'Lest you got somethin'
betta else to do.
Naw.
You can slide.
Terricka ain't here.
She runnin' 'round
with her lil' friend.
Who? Kelon?
- Who Kelon?
- Nevermind.
I brought y'all some groceries.
How long it take to drink all this?
Look, I ain't got a problem, alright?
Maybe we can get you some help.
Only help I need is a job.
You got one of them?
I'on mean on no damn pole neither.
I'm worried about you.
Don't worry 'bout
me. Worry 'bout yuself.
I'm doin' juuuuust fine.
You called Terricka a mistake.
That night she got pult
over drivin' you home?
You calt her a mistake.
W... no.
I would never. I would...
I could never.
You know, I could...
I could take Terricka off
your hands fuh a little while
till you got back on your feet.
See, you ain't slick.
I see what you doin'.
I ain't tryna get custody, Shelle.
Well, you bet not.
Cuz there's a difference
between being a mother
and being a parent.
Now, you pushed her
out, but I raised her.
You were forced into that.
Terricka gone stay right here with me,
where she's safe,
not in that hellhole
hood you reside in.
No matter what I do,
ain't gone never be good
enough fuh you, huh, Shelle?
You have reached the phone
of Terricka Shelton.
You know what to doooo!
Where you at? I need
to talk to you ASAP.
- Coach.
- Hey, Cedes.
What's good?
I'm just seeing if you up for finishin'
that Mercedes Experience.
Farrah just won't
stop talkin' about it.
I'on know why.
So look, I know it's supposed to be
about you and me,
right, but if you could
just oblige my wife one mo' time...
She ain't know I would
get that excited about it.
Hell, I ain't know.
I just... be wanting
to be alone with you.
Aw, please, baby?
See, when my wife is happy, I'm happy.
You know what I mean?
A-alright, Coach. Alright. I gotta run.
Terricka.
Terricka!
Hello?
Fuck. God damn it.
Anything else I can get fuh y'all?
Awwww, I think we good.
Oooooo, you got some pretty eyes.
Light skin niggahs comin' back in.
Al B. sho'll gettin' raised
back from the grave.
Awww, baby bwoy, I ain't mean
to make you more redbone
than you already is, nanh.
Aye, shawty, you mind
goin' to grab us two waters?
Ooo.
And maybe get one
fuh yo'self while you at it.
Okay. Rude.
Thirsty-ass...
Yeah, stop bein' J.
Niggah, ain't nobody bein' jealous.
Heyell, a niggah can go help facilitate
if thass... what you want.
Ah, know what I want?
To enjoy this lemon
pepper wet right hure.
Hmmm?
Glad you gotcho appetite back.
Had a niggah worried
about you fuh a minute.
Mm.
This bill gone be hard.
Don't you ever be
worried 'bout this stomach
or this bill.
I got this.
Awww, so niggah, this a date?
Well...
Never... woulda thought
we ever get a chance
to do it...
proper-like.
What?
My canned linguini in the supply closet
wun't proper enough fuh you?
Ooh!
You know, I thought the first time
I got pushed in the supply closet,
the guard was tryna turn
a niggah booty hole out.
And then the door
closed, and lo 'n behold,
you standin' there with a bowl of pasta
and candlelight and...
That was then.
But now you done moved on.
As you should have.
Whole world done moved on, seem like.
What's he like?
She.
- Niggah, "she"?
- She like fuh
folks to call him that.
But I just call Cliff "my niggah."
- Niggah, whu?
- Niggah,
I'on know either.
I just... accept.
Damn.
Ten years, a lot done
changed and got strange.
What else about her...
she... I mean, this niggah?
Cliff like...
hittin' seven thrice against
the wall on a Sat'day night.
Like eatin' funnel cake
once a year at the fair,
like...
it's like a eclipse, you know?
But... I fucked it up.
Seem like you got
a habit of doin' that.
Yeah, maybe I do. I fuck up a lot.
I fucked up...
You forgiven.
Hey, can a niggah get the check?
On my way, boo.
Shh, shh, shh.
We goin' on a trip.
It's gone be sooo fun.
So be a good boy and sit still, okay?
You crackin', niggah!
Where the humidifier?
Niggah, I'on know what the fuck
you talkin' 'bout. You
know they used to call me
the Black John B!
Niggahs give me a brand-new car
and don't fill up the fuckin' thing.
Fuck niggah.
- Ahh...
- Oh.
Regla, premium?
Betta quit playin' and put in regla.
Shit. I'on know how
this shit work, bruh.
Whoo-wee!
All right, errybody,
I put my ears on this thang.
I want you to hear it right now on K97.
- This how you do it.
- Aight.
This that new joint from Tina Snow
featuring a new artist from The 'Sip.
- Regla degla.
- Okay.
Calls hisself Lil' Murda.
Then you gone put
this in there, niggah.
What y'all think?
- Slam it or jam it.
- Aight, that's how you do it.
Aye, this shit go hard, Clavia!
- Niggah, what?
- Aye...
Hey!
Thass fuckin' me.
THASS FUCKIN' ME!
- Thass my niggah!
- Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! What station that on?
K97.
All y'all niggahs! Turn
y'all station to K97!
Cuz my niggah song on the radio!
They feelin' it, Teak.
Yeah! Yeah, niggah!
Yeah, yeah!
Hey, bwoy!
I fuckin' knew it. I knew it, bwoy!
Aye, niggah!
You done with the pump or what, maine?
NIGGAH, WHO THE FUCK
- IS YOU TALKIN' TO, BWOY?
- Naw, naw, naw.
Maine, we done.
You lucky I'on let him go.
Mu'fucker, I should let him get you.
Come on, let's go.
WHOOOOOOOOO!
Damn...
Well, since you famous, shiiit.
Yeah. I guess I am famous. Here.
- Superstar angle.
- Yeah.
Yooo, shawty.
Terrance!
How you been, baby bwoy?
Wassup wit' the foreign?
Whisper?
I'on think she get down like that.
You should find out fo' me though.
I give her ass two stacks,
she let me eat that pussy.
Damn!
Wish I'da been offered the option
of layin' on my back
'steada gettin' on my knees.
You gon' hook me up or naw?
Come on, you know it's
gone come back to yuh.
Goddamn!
Hurry up, go talk
to her fuh me, shiiit.
To the Mercedes Experience.
Heyell, I'on even know if I
can handle the both of y'all.
Haven't been able to
stop thinking about you.
Don't worry, he can't
hear us over the blender.
He swears by his
all-natural sex potion,
but it's just Irish Moss and Viagra.
Ohh.
If Coach sees us, won't he be mad?
Let him be mad.
Makes him harder.
You wouldn't mess
with my bag, would you?
We need to act like
nothin' between us ever...
happened.
I don't know what you're talkin' about.
All right.
Y'all ready fuh the
Mercedes Experience?
Come on.
Thank you all for allowing me
to reintroduce myself.
We all know I can't fill
Tydell Ruffin's size-12 purple gators.
But I do intend
to make his dream of a
Chucalissa renaissance
a reality.
To do that, though,
we've got to address our sordid past.
Now, this casino will
come to Chucalissa,
and it will bring unprecedented
wealth to this town...
in the poorest county in the
poorest state in the Union.
Under my leadership,
we will redistribute
that prosperity among allChucalissans.
I have a question.
Um...
Sure.
What makes you think prosperity for all
is possible?
Because I'm up here on this podium.
A Black boy born to a
drug-addicted mother.
Father died when I
was but seven years old.
I should've...
been a statistic.
But Mayor Tydell Ruffin
saw potential in me
and nurtured it.
It was his guidance... and funding
that got me to Morehouse.
And I intend to give the same care
to all the sons and daughters
of Chucalissa.
What in the heyell do
you think you're doing?
What ever do you mean, Massa Kyle?
- Did you invite her?
- No.
He didn't have to.
It's a black-tie event in Chucalissa.
Word travels fast.
Here you go, Mrs. Seagram-Watkins.
I see how you got past the guest list.
I figured she wouldn't be here.
Whatever games you're
playing, this is not the time
nor the place.
Who woulda thunk Andre Watkins,
Esquire'd be running for Mayor?
You sure do owe
Promised Land a favor
after that auction fiasco
sometime back.
Believe me, all is not lost.
Maybe there's a silver lining in this.
Let's discuss that silver
lining in the smoking parlor.
I procured some very
nice Cubans for the night.
Is she here to trim the ends?
She wishes.
Andre, why don't you take
Bill 'nem back to the parlor?
You best get on back to the strip club.
Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Oh, yeah.
Faster.
- Ahh...
- Ahh...
Ahh! Ahh...
Ah... ah...
Farrah, what the fuck?!
Y'all been cheatin' on me?
- What are you talkin' about?
- What?
I know what two women
been together look like... shit!
Coach, calm down.
You done turnt my fuckin' wife out!
Cedric, come back to bed.
You're acting crazy.
Naw, naw, we been married 19 years.
In all that time,
you ain't never thought about no pussy.
Now alla sudden, you bumpin' boxes
like a muthafuckin' pro?!
What? You think you're the only one
who gets to have some
fucking pussy, huh?
Farrah...
That's right, we've been married
for 19 fucking years,
and you don't even
know that I like pussy
just as much as you.
Hell, maybe even more!
You don't know a lot about me, Cedric,
because you've been so
busy fulfilling your dreams,
your desires, your fantasies.
Well, what about mine?!
Fact, what about my dreams?!
Yeah, what about her dreams?
- Get the fuck out!
- Don't be mad at her!
Get the fuck out! Fuckin'...
Aah! Muthafucker, if you
don't get offa me, on God...
I brought you into my home,
and you fuckin' betray me?
You were supposed to
be fuh me, goddamnit!
- You hurtin' me!
- Get the heyell outta here,
you backwoods hoe!
Your sponsorship done
expired like a muthafucka!
You still owe me the rest of
my 40 stacks fuh the month...
Like the heyell I do!
Cedric, that's not fair.
You don't break a deal.
Well, y'all both done broke my heart.
Fuck. Shit.
Fuck!
Man, that's bullshit.
Hey.
Hey.
Thought I saw you in there.
What you doin' here, Duffy?
Aw, just droppin' off
some party favors.
Wass wrong, lil' mama?
Nothin'. Wassup?
You followin' me?
Maybe.
Cuz you're so obsessed wit' me?
Definitely.
Cuz I'm just soooo fine.
Yeah. That part.
See? Now I know you full'a shit.
Yeah? You the finest woman here.
In the parkin' lot.
In the world.
I fucks with you.
Yeah, I fucks with you too.
I'm a hoe, though.
Ain't that a coincidence?
Cuz...
I'm a hoe too.
Hey... baby.
Hey.
So... how was it?
Y'all have fun?
Yeah, uh,
yeah, Justin's new backyard is nice.
Him and Karen want me
to bring the kids next time.
Everything okay?
Yeah. You?
Your phone said you
didn't move all day.
Yeah, uh...
we just stayed inside,
watched Peppa Pig.
They musta loved that.
They're so happy you're home.
Not as happy as I am, though.
Ayeee!
You hear that, niggah?
- You hear that?
- Woddy,
Tina really want me to
come down to Jackson
and perform the song
wit' her on tour, maine?
They just calt me.
- What the fuck!
- Niggah, whu?!
Maine, Rome OD and look at Gawd.
Aye, we hure, maine.
I'll be thur in a minute, maine.
What Big Teak doin'?
Look like he about to cop some weed.
Big Teak can't come back
out on the road wit' us.
Fuck you mean?
Where the heyell this coming from?
That niggah too buck, maine.
Don't security needto be buck?
Yeah, but he be actin'
worser than the opps.
I'll talk to him, maine.
Look, I know you like
to rock a lotta chains,
be all icy 'n shit,
but that water 'round
your neck can be a anchor.
Keepin' him around
might make a niggah drown
- is all I'm sayin'.
- Woddy, I can't fire him,
maine, he just got out.
Look, I'm tryna put
things back together.
If it weren't fuh Rome
ass OD'in, well, shit.
It's funny how you know he OD'ed.
Look...
if you'on wannna
handle it, I'll handle it.
I'm good at handlin' shi...
Fuck!
Which on of y'all left
the top off the juice, huh?!
Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah.
I told y'all to stop it!
Told y'all to stop it!
Sit y'all asses down!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Teak.
- Niggah, what is you doin'?
- What?
What the fuck you
doin' rollin' up in the trap
without yo' glizzy?
Yeah.
- You skraight?
- Yeah.
Let's slide, niggah.
Yeah.
If you needed some hydro,
we coulda rolled on by my place.
I stay wit' a pack
tucked. You know that.
That ain't what I was lookin' fuh.
Well, what the fuck was
you lookin' fuh, niggah?
That used to be... myhouse.
Used to be.
Yeah, niggah.
We leavin' it all in
the rearview mirror.
We sayin' goodbye tonight, niggah.
Cuz boffa us ain't never comin' back.
Aight? Come on, skraighten up.
I won't be long for
this one, I promise.
Oh, my.
- Miss Batson.
- Oooh! Ha.
Call me Georgie, darlin'.
We were beginnin' to think
you weren't gone show.
Good!
That means my timing was perfect.
Oh, uh, let me lead you
to the cigar room where...
Ha! The cigar room.
Haha! Typical.
Um, I hope it's not too personal,
but I'm sorry for the
loss of your husband.
Oh, I'm not.
Say, could you get me
a rum and Coke, darlin',
no coke?
Knock, knock.
Y'all back
with the whiskey...
Yep, and two pairs of titties too.
Ha ha. Oh-ho-ho!
Look at this grand old
peckerwood convention.
- Georgie.
- Oh, shut it, Bill.
No point trying to stuff it
back in your pants now.
What you doin' here, all
the way in Chucaloosa?
- I mean Lissa.
- Well, clearly,
I can't trust you and your
merry band of dipshits
to handle any other tasks of import.
What now?
Oh, you gone be
my lil' gal pal tonight.
Long as you keep these comin'.
Mrs. Batson, I'm Corbin Kyle.
That 'sposed to mean somethin' to me?
And, uh, this is Andre Watkins,
next mayor of Chucalissa.
Oh, I know who that is.
That's the lawyer who
fucked our acquisition
of waterfront property.
Well, if I only had
been given authorization
to bid more than 250,000.
I tried callin' Bill, but...
Oh, but he was busy
nailin' his ugly-ass wife
to the bed in fuckin'
Bora Bora, wun't he?
Next time, Andre,
don't ask for permission.
Take it. I learned that from Oprah.
But, actually, I think things
worked out for the best.
You see, Bill over there
was trying to buy
The Pynk for just 40K.
Now, imagine the public outcry
if that leaked to, say, CNN,
that Promised Land
was basically stealing
from Black landowners
in the poorest county,
in the poorest state.
- I...
- Bill,
just shut the fuck up!
Fortunately, I'm the owner now.
Oh! Wait, wait, wait.
You're not the cigar girl, are you?
Maybe in another life.
But tonight...
LaKiesha Savage is the name.
This pandemic certainly created
a silver lining in that Promised Land
now has the time to make things right.
Make what right?
Pay me what it's truly worth.
What was it, Mr. Watkins?
Ten million dollars.
Haha! Well, Miss Savage. Ha.
Now, don't you worry
about ole Bill over there.
His job's as dead as my husband.
Now, I'm a bitch who
believes in second chances.
and I'm gone be runnin' Promised Land
a little differently.
I think maybe now we can
make you a muchbetter deal.
Hmm? Alrighty then.
I've had just about as much cigar smoke
and cheap cologne as I can handle.
What about Andre? His endorsement?
Oh, sure, listen.
I couldn't give two shits who's
the mayor of this little town
long as they don't get in the
way of my muthafuckin' casino.
I'll be talkin' to you
real soon, Miss Savage.
Staring down the barrel
of a .357 Magnum...
Ow!
Thass how you need to
kill that light-skinded bitch!
Just...
like that!
Do it!
Huh.
Granmuva, yo' sugar normal.
So why you sweatin'
like a hoe in church?
Chile, I'on know!
Yeah, you gon' haveta
go on and kill that bitch.
It ain't like you gone come into
a half mil no time soon.
Ha. What you said.
- Hmm?
- Uh... mm...
102?
- Ooh.
- Hello?
- Toy, girl, how you feelin'?
- Hey, Uncle Clifford.
Bitch, I knew that
wun't no fuckin' allergies!
She gone do it.
Thank God we got the
Promised Land endorsement.
Yeah, but we almost didn't
because of that fuckin'
LaAutumn Venti Savage.
We got what we wanted.
- And so did she.
- -You gotta be kidding me.
Why you so upset?
Because she doesn't know shit
about the way things work down here.
She's just a pair of
tits with half a brain.
I mean, come on.
I think my dome game is pretty strong.
You believe her?
Who does she think she is,
walkin' around here like she's the one
be doing them deals?
She can't do shit...
Corbin, let me call you back.
Did you ever stop to think
about what all your antics
might do to my campaign?
This is real for me, Hailey!
It's not just a pre-mid-life crisis.
I know it's not.
- I care a lot, Andre.
- If this is care,
I'm terrified to see what
spite looks like from you.
You take what you want,
and you don't care who or
what you fuck up in the process!
- Andre...
- And the crazy part is
that I keep lettin' you.
You make me do what's wrong
when I know what's right!
Or maybe I make you
do what you want to do.
Get out, Hailey!
Fine.
I let you win.
What?
I let you win at the auction.
I had the power, and Ilet you win.
Yes, you did.
You have the power, Andre.
What are you gonna do with it?
What?
You're in charge, sir.
Tell me what to do.
How do you want me?
Take off your dress.
What else, sir?
- Crawl.
- Crawl?
Crawl!
What do you want next?
Uhm...
Hey, look, look, I'ma-I'ma
slow it down a little bit.
- Look.
- Aight.
Holla.
- Oh, yeah.
- Come on.
Yeah.
Come on.
Hey, now, what niggah sang that song?
Oh, that one?
That's Lil' Murda, circa 2017.
Niggah, thass some slaw. That ain't me.
Thass you.
One of them...
lyrics you passed off
to me when I was...
down in the hole.
I blame myself fuh yo' solitary.
I wun't nothin' but a little runt,
yappin' all that yin yang.
You stepped up to box fuh me.
Thass what HVH brothers do.
Yeah, but... what it got you?
The hole...
You wun't never the same since.
Niggah.
That wun't the first time I
been put down in the hole.
September 24, 1994,
is when my bid started.
When I seen Boosie standin' over you...
knife in yo' side...
I saw my mama.
I saw my mama slam 8 inches of steel
into her daughter neck,
into her five-year-old son chest,
into her eight-month-old
baby girl head.
And they blood ran
fiercer than this river.
I ran as hard as my lil'
seven-year-old feet could
to a door that led deep
down into the dark.
And I sat in that closet,
hearin' my sisters and my brother
screamin'...
till it aaaaaall went...
silent.
The Devil got in her, maine,
just like the Devil got in Boosie.
Now...
the Devil's in me.
Naw, maine.
Devil back in that house,
- locked away in that closet.
- Naw, he ain't.
See, folks think I got these tears
cuz thass how many niggahs I done kilt.
But, naw, I done...
I done did in more than that.
These three tears
fuh LaChina,
Rasheeda...
Quel.
My story was supposed
to end in that house.
Naw, maine.
Yo' story just beginnin'.
We finna go on tour tomorrow.
You can have tomorrow.
I'ma have tonight.
Here, so let me... let me
drop you off at the cut.
Naw, naw, naw.
Naw, I know what you finna do.
You gone sit up here
and let them thoughts
feast like maggots on yo'
dome and get you down,
and niggah, I ain't
gone let you get down.
Niggah, j-just tell me
where you want me to fuckin' take you.
No, you ain't takin'
me no fuckin' where.
Aight, if you don't wanna go home,
- then get the fuck out the car.
- No, niggah!
I'ma sit right hure witcho weak ass
till the sun come up.
Get out the car, Lil' Murda.
Niggah, you got to pull
me the fuck out, Teak.
GET THE FUCK OUT THE CAR!
Thad...
Niggah...
Tonight I'm... I'm goin'
from the dark to the light.
Teak... please...
Please just gimme the piece.
I wish I could.
Ohh...
I'm just...
so tired.
Niggah.
You sleep when you dead.
We got money to get, niggah.
We got houses to buy,
dreams to build,
babies to make, niggah.
We got each other, niggah.
And tomorrow, you
finna go on tour wit' me,
and thass that.
I'on give a fuck what Woddy say.
We finna be outside like a mu'fucka.
I owe you that.
You'on owe me nothin'.
Niggah, I owe you my life.
But there ain't no mo' light!
- Yes, there is.
- I can't see it.
- I see it.
- I can't...
I see it FUH YOU, NIGGAH! I SEE IT!
No.
No, my light is gone...
No.
I...
I'm right here, baby bwoy.
I...
I ain't goin' no fuckin' where.
HVH...
fuh life, huh?
Fuh life.
What'chu doin' here?
Wh-what...
Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay.
What's goin' on?
Ohh... ohh...
That you, Daddy?
Is Cliff... is Cliff here?
Granmuva, come, let me answer the door.
I, uh...
I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.