P-Valley (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - The Death Drop - full transcript

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Look, my homeboy
told me about this girl

with the dick-suckin' lips.

So, you never told me
where you was from.

- Heyell.
- Funny.

I'm from Heaven.

How'd you end up in
this shithole, then?

I'm gone be
runnin' Promised Land.

Maybe now we can make
you a much better deal.

And how, pray tell,
do you put a price

on the land my ancestors died?



We can start with five million.

That's what Promised
Land just offered me.

I'm not gone take it, though.

I don't wanna go.

- Watch your step.
- Alone...

I guess you decided
not to use my gun, huh?

Look up Hailey Colton

and call me when you're
ready to learn how to swim.

Murda!

Shawty, let me holla
at ya real quick.

- Niggah, is your name Murda?
- Bitch, fuck you mean?!

I suggest you get
lil' real quick

before I have to bless yo' ass.

Bitch, you just ain't his type.



You out
here tryna start a war?

Niggah...

What happened?

I went in
for that last move

and my arm just gave out.

It's like it was too heavy.

It's been feelin' that way.

Feelin' that way.

Feelin' that way.
Feelin' that way.

♪ Where the tricks at?
Where the tricks at? ♪

♪ Where the tricks at?
Where the tricks at? ♪

♪ Uh-huh, yeah ♪

♪ I'm looking for a
trick, ain't no bands ♪

♪ I ain't doing shit,
I'm looking for a trick ♪

♪ Don't want yo' man,
I just want his ends ♪

♪ I'm looking for a
trick, cop a Benz ♪

♪ Niggah pay my rent,
I'm lookin' for a trick ♪

♪ Don't need a dick,
niggah make me rich ♪

♪ On a mission, and I heard
these niggahs trickin' ♪

♪ Where the tricks? I'm
lookin' for the tricks ♪

♪ Where they at?
Where the tricks? ♪

♪ I'm lookin' for the
tricks, where they at? ♪

♪ Where the tricks? I'm
lookin' for the tricks ♪

♪ Where they at?
Where the tricks? ♪

♪ I'm lookin' for the
tricks, where they at? ♪

♪ ♪

Goddamn it!

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

Anh-anh-anh.

Ain't no cryin' in the Pynk.

Now, thass the first time
I done seen that pole

conquer you instead
the other way around.

Well, maybe I ain't
meant to fly no mo'.

Niggahs come to see
you fall, not fly.

Yo' lil' injury ain't
in yo' shoulder.

It's in yo' head.

Well, maybe...

this lil' Pynk problem
ain't in yo' head.

It's in yo' hands.

And if I'ma try,
you gots to too.

♪ ♪

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 niggahs 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 ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

They pick up yet?

Didn't I say I was gone tell you
the last five times you asked?

Lawd. Ooh!

Bitch
hearin' things now.

You keep up with this pace,

you gone have a niggah walkin'
out the house lookin' crazy.

Where you gotta be you
tryin' to look all cute?

Nowhere.

You sho'll mo' secretive
than a Janet Jackson lyric.

- Naw.
- All I'm sayin'...

is that you got a lot
of secrets, LaMarques.

And I ain't finna be one of 'em.

Thought we
was past all that now.

Wait a Mississippi minute.

Just cause you gave a bitch
some olive branch booty

don't mean a bitch
past nothin'...

That was more than a
olive branch, niggah.

That was like some 100-year oak.

What that mean?

It mean somethin' cause I
don't know where you been.

- Where I been? Where you been?
- Where I been? Where YOU been?

Wonderin' where you been.

I don't know why.
I let you know.

Well, that New Orleans'
dick must be nice.

Just know, if I was anywhere,

I was protected.

Were you?

Thanks for waiting.
How can I help you?

Hello? Hello?

This is Clifford Sayles.

I'm tryin' to get a
update on my granmuva,

Miss Ernestine Sayles.

Mr. Sayles,
there are no updates

since the last time you called,

45 minutes ago.

I was
just tryin' to get...

Like I said before,
no news is good news.

Where you goin'?

Somewhere.

Unlike that nowhere you goin'.

♪ She bad, tatted
up like she Jackie ♪

♪ Her mammy blessed
with the goods ♪

♪ She got a fatty,
she so classy... ♪

What the
hell's goin' on here?

Blackie Mild. Hey, boy!

Get back
here, Blackie Mild!

Hey, there's enough
of me to share, now.

Mane, what the hell
you doin' here?

- Ain't you 'sposed to be...
- Rona came rippin'

through that bitch, shit.

They had to get niggahs
up out of there.

Ain't got
nothin' on me no way.

So you free again?

As much as a niggah can be.

What you said. Wow...

Can't tell you how much
I missed this view.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

I missed you too, Mane.

I tried callin'
a couple times...

It be hard to talk up in there.

♪ ♪

My shootas throwin' a block
party for me tomorrow night.

You gone roll thru,

or yo' ass gone be too busy
makin' it rain?

That bitch Rona
mighta set you free,

but she shut the club down.

- Won't be open for a minute.
- Aight, so...

you gone be my date, then?

I-I... Oof. I'll see if I
can move some thangs around.

Yeah.

I like it when you
move yo' thangs around.

Come on.
Come on, Blackie Mild.

Damn.

Mercedes...

♪ ♪

How you
doin', sweetie?

What can I get for you?

Pickup
for Keyshawn Harris.

It'll just
be a few minutes.

You want some water
while you wait?

Yeah.
That'd be great.

Hey, girl. I don't have long.

Here you go.

Our birth certificates
all you need?

Yeah.

Three passports coming right up.

I just need 'em back before
Derrick notice they gone.

Where does he think you are now?

I told him I had a craving
for some bacon fries.

- Hmm. Hmm.
- Hmm.

This where me and him
had our first date.

Sort of.

Bet then you didn't
think it'd come to this.

You got that right.

So what's the plan?

The Pynk's
about to reopen.

And you're gonna headline.

Headline? Unh-uh.
He ain't gone...

Tell him
it'll be a big night

and that he's gone get every
dollar you make off the floor.

But you'regone get all
the money off the door.

Then you take those babies
and you never look back.

♪ ♪

Where you gonna go?

- Well, I was thinkin' like...
- No!

You just broke
the cardinal rule.

Tell no one.

Not even the people who
are helpin' you out.

Here you go,
love. Have a good one.

I gotta go.

♪ ♪

I looked up Hailey Colton.

She drowned in a
flood down in Texas.

And yet she's sittin'
at a diner counter

in a town called
Chucalissa drinkin' coffee.

For now.

Can I get
you anything, sweet pea?

Yeah, actually,
can I get another?

- Sure.
- Andre Watkins says

- he's a man you can trust.
- Mm, mm, mm.

A man for the people. But
Andre Watkins is a liar.

A Black boy born
to a drug-addicted mother.

Father died when I was
about seven years old.

His father,
Abraham Watkins,

Well, I'll be damned!

Is very much alive,
on death row.

Lawd, I knew he
was too good to be true!

I wonder if the rot in that
family goes down to the root.

I bet it do!

I know me a niggah-niggah
when I sees one.

Andre
Watkins doesn't want you

to know the truth, but we do.

That's why we must ensure

that liars do not become
the mayor of Chucalissa.

This ad has been paid for
by Chucalissans for Truth.

Can y'all go, uh...

- collate somethin'?
- Uh, we, uh,

we already...

Just get the fuck out!

- All right...
- Sorry!

When we started this campaign,

I told you I need to know
every skeleton in every closet

from Chucalissa to Atlanta.

But this lil' nugget
of information

manages to slip
through the cracks.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm the son
of a fuckin' murderer!

Yeah, put that on
a fuckin' T-shirt!

Oh, I will if I want to,
cause I'm the one payin'

for the goddamn T-shirts
in the first place!

Tell me this, Corbin. Are
you proud of your father?

You let me know when you
start footin' the bill

for my mayoral campaign.

That's when you can
ask me about my daddy.

What... the... fuck?

Prostitution, drug
use, assault and battery.

The list goes on and on.

It leads you to wonder, is
this what Jesus would do?

Looks like Chucalissans for
Truth ain't stop with you.

...outrun the
truth, but she can't.

Pastor Woodbine,
what do you have to say

- to the people?
- I done told everyone

that I was a hoe.

I sucked a lot of
in my day.

I done tricks and
slapped many mutha,

and God knows I did my share
of check fraud.

Because the people
runnin' this city

didn't leave me a nary option.

But that was yesterday.

Today I am a woman of God,

makin' sure that
sin don't have to

come climbin' in yo' backdoors

- like it did mine.
- Gimme a break.

I hoed so you could
fly, Chucalissa.

Vote Woodbine for mayor and
no on the casino referendum.

'Least she own her messy.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hey.

Come on. They won't
wear themselves.

Come here.

♪ ♪

Too small.

But it's a size
seven and a half.

Feet done spread after
two babies, Derrick.

Things change.

♪ ♪

I can't do anything right, huh?

Anything.

Anything!

ANYTHING!

I'ma change.

I will. I promise.

Tell me what... Tell
me what you want.

I-I'll get you your own car.

Say somethin'.

Anything. Whatever
you want, baby.

Just please...

please don't give up on me.

Please.

What I want can't
be bought, Derrick.

Okay. Okay, uh...

I'll get your room
back together again,

and you can dance
for your OnlyFans.

I don't wanna dance
online, Derrick.

Okay, uh...

what if... what if
you go back on tour?

- And then you...
- I don't wanna dance on tour.

Y-you wanna dance at The Pynk?

♪ ♪

That place...

that's the one place that's...

Only bad things
happen there, Key.

But that's the only place
I feel free, Derrick.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Wayne, this shit is low!
Even for the likes of you.

Well, no one forced
that man to kill nobody

or to tell his son to
lie about it either,

for that matter.

Well, maybe
Chucalissans for Truth

should air out our
daddy's dirty secrets.

Corbin, you are
the dirty secret.

But half-Black bastards are a
dime a dozen in Mississippi.

Daddy was one of the good ones.

He left you
somethin', didn't he?

More than your fair share,
too, far as I'm concerned.

You wanna talk
about fair shares?

What's zero split three ways?

The only thing you've done
by knockin' Andre down a peg

is give Woodbine a leg up.

She's trailin' both of
y'all in the polls now.

And what about
your part in all this?

Backing Watkins, splittin'
the pro-casino vote,

forcin' me to wage
a war on two fronts?

And for what?

'Cause I smashed
your fire truck?

'Cause Wyatt locked
you in the cellar?

Or 'cause I always had the
thing you could never buy?

This casino goes down in flames,

it's on your head.

♪ ♪

Oh, believe me, I
loooove being a widow.

I've been waitin' to be
porked by the pool boy

for the last decade.

Hoo-weee!

Oh, honey, you're
in the wrong place.

Shay-Nay-Nay's Beauty Shop is
a bit further down the strip.

No, I'm exactly
where I need to be.

She sure is.

Well, now, I miss the red hair,
but you look good in brown.

You look good in gray.

Most women wanna hide it,
but I like to curl it.

Ain't no use of lyin'
'bout who you are.

So you come here to tell
me you accept my offer?

I'll have my lawyer
draw up the papers,

send it on over to you.

Not unless he's
sendin' me a contract

that got ten million on it.

Della, can you and
your shampoo girl

leave me and my gal pal alone
for a Mississippi minute?

♪ ♪

I like a woman who
knows her beauty.

I especially like a woman

who knows her worth ain't
got shit to do with that.

And you, my dear, know
both of those things.

That makes you dangerous.

What's even more dangerous
is a beautiful woman

who doesn't know her
worth is declinin'.

Her beauty too.

Whatever do you mean?

Well, Bill was tryin'
to get it for free.

I'm tryin' to get
it for five million.

Y'all folks wanna talk
'bout reparations.

- Well, here you go.
- Me and you both know

you can't build it without me.

Without The Pynk.

No, without the people.

And they might not vote
for the casino referendum.

Lookin' like this pastor

and her Casi-NAW platform
is takin' flight.

We both got good reason
to hope that she fails.

But only one of us got
the means to hold out

until the next
referendum passes,

however long that might
be... Years, maybe.

Five million

is my last and final offer.

♪ ♪

You walk out this salon, girl,

you gone have to wait
'til Election Day.

By then, might not
be any money to make.

I know damn well
what the risk is.

So, Miss Savage,

are you foldin' or
are you holdin'?

♪ ♪

See you at the polls, Georgie.

♪ ♪

Y'all did good work.

We always make it look
like nothin' never happened.

What you puttin' him in?

Don't
you get tired

of buryin' niggahs, man?

Being around the
end all the time?

Not when you
know Death intimately.

Or you Death yo'self.

Rome was askin' for it.

Niggah, you can't be endin'
niggahs' lives like that.

If you ain't
said that to Big Teak,

don't say that to me.

Let me tell you somethin', man.

This shit all balance
out in the end.

Rome was a fuckin' rapist...

manipulator, playa hater.

One niggah take his own life,
a-a baby come into this world.

One niggah had to get got,

and that niggah
wasn't gone be you.

Naw. Mm-mm. Not on my watch.

So you God now.

Yeah, we all God.

We all the devil too.

Why you ain't tell me
'bout this... tape you got,

Lil' Movie Star?

Niggah, I don't know where
you got that shit from...

Rome showed Keyshawn, fool.

♪ ♪

Fifteen.

Lil' niggah had to
do what he had to do

to put food in his belly,

roof over his mama head,
clothes on they backs.

And yeah...

only God can judge me on that.

Well... ain't nobody
gone judge you,

cause I deaded that shit.

What if Rome already sent it?

Well... shit...

Well, ah...

if it come out, I'll handle it.

Well, you good at handlin' shit.

♪ ♪

Woddy, why me, man?

One of us gotta make it
up out the mud, bruh.

Why can't it be you?

♪ ♪

Hoo! The Grand
Re-Re-Re-Reeee-Opening

right round the corner, bitches.

- Yup, yup.
- Duffy, them Ugandans

you got us got this
place feelin' like

mu'fuckin' Antarctica.

Uncle Clifford, they ain't mine.

Well, whosever they are,
they gone make a heiffa

trade a mink in for some
bearskins up in this bitch.

Anything to get The Pynk
back up and runnin'.

Yep, yep, but this permit
only got us operatin'

at 50% capacity, and that
Lauren Hawkins bitch,

she gone enforce that tighter
than a wig on pool day.

Well, that big booty bitch

the one you need to be
tryin' to dick down...

since that one over there taken.

Yo' pretty ass...

Mm,
sexy motherfucker.

I ain't even know
niggah could smile.

Yeah, I heard that,
Uncle Clifford.

I wanted you to, Diamond.

I just don't know
how they expect us

to make enough scrilla if
we can't even pack it out.

Don't worry 'bout all that,

'cause I got my bottom bitch
back in the hoouuussee!

What Uncle Clifford Rule 77 say?

Sometimes you gotta make
falling look like rising

in this muh'fucka.

'Cause they can't
keep a bad bitch down.

The Pynk is gone
be crunk as a mug

when they see yo'
new dance, 'Cedes.

- Mercedes.
- Mm.

I'd love to see
the new routine you got.

She ain't done stretchin'.

Whisper, Roulette,
can y'all step back?

- Big Bone.
- What's up, boss?

Can you put on somethin'
Mercedes can freestyle to?

- No problem, boss.
- Uh...

♪ I need all my big booty hoe,
all my little booty hoes... ♪

Is that your routine?

♪ I done gave y'all left
cheek, right cheek ♪

♪ I done gave y'all
Get it, girl ♪

♪ But guess what ♪

♪ I want you to workout,
workout, workout, workout ♪

♪ Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪

♪ Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪

♪ Workout hoe ♪

♪ Gone and show
me what you know ♪

♪ Now drop it, hold
on, drop it, hold on ♪

♪ Don't stop, rock it, now ♪

♪ Work, twerk, work, twerk ♪

♪ Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪

♪ Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪

♪ Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪

- ♪ Workout hoe ♪
- Shit! Shit!

♪ Gone and show
me what you know ♪

♪ Now drop
it, hold on, drop it, hold on ♪

♪ Don't stop, rock it, now ♪

♪ Work, twerk, work, twerk ♪

♪ Workout, workout hoe, shake
that ass for this cash ♪

♪ I'm in the party,
so I'm poppin' bands ♪

Shit!

♪ I'm poppin' with some models ♪

♪ We goin' up, turnt up,
yeah full throttle? ♪

♪ See Polo Baybee
I'm in the building ♪

♪ And you know that
I'm servin' the city ♪

- Fuck!
- Thass enough.

Big Bone, cut that shit off!

The opening
is in less than a week,

and our headliner
is... not... ready.

But that's okay.

Cause there is someone
who I think is.

If you think Whisper
and Roulette gone headline,

you got another thang comin'.

Whisper and
Roulette are not the ones

that you need to
be worried about.

♪ ♪

Unh-uh. Yellow bitches!

Bitch, this shit finna be goodt!

♪ ♪

Hey... y'all.

Sorry.

Look, um, we both
wear your lashes.

Awww! Y'all so sweet!

I mean, I wanna be just
like you when I grow up.

Miss Mississippi. The
Delta's Pole Princess.

I've been followin' you.

I mean, you main reason
a bitch from Ju-City

even know how to
do a spatchcock.

Aaaaawwwwhhh! Ha-ha-ha!

I'm just
trying to do my part

in keepin' this club afloat
so that you can take care

- of Ernestine!
- See? Not today.

- Not today. Mm-mm.
- Bitch,

you better keep my Granmuva
name out yo' mu'fuckin' MOUTH!

Look at her following!

You know what?
You know what? You know WHAT?

I can't believe you!

Do they, like, do this often?

Mm-hmm.

- You want a bump?
- No-ho-ho!

No, no, no, no, no.

Suit yo' self.

In fact,
who you callin' crazy, crazy?

Hey...

Hey.

- So you back, huh?
- You're the captain of the mu'fuckin' Titanic!

Well guess what, I'm
not going down with the ship.

You the
one to talk about drownin'!

Is anybody using my old locker?

Bitch, you got some mu'fuckin'
nerve to ask that question.

'Course not.

Yo' vanity ain't taken, neither.

♪ ♪

Hmph.

♪ ♪

Never thought I'd be back...

here.

Must mean you ain't
got no other choice.

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Ain't no place like home.

♪ ♪

Are you
out your God forsaken mind?

We done went from one
auction block to another.

Let me take all my shit

fo' you start
sellin' it all away.

And I'd take the
muthafuckin' jukebox,

but I can't fit it in my Birkin!

Chucalissa
General. Please hold.

Really?

♪ ♪

Shit! God damn it!

Who I gotta
beat up now, baby?

♪ ♪

Don't fight
the water, chile.

Let it wash all over you.

Set you free.

Just remember
mama's number one rule.

Bitches don't just cry.

They get even.

♪ ♪

♪ I hear you breathin' ♪

♪ But your heart no
longer sounds strong ♪

♪ But you kinda scared of
dyin', so you hold on ♪

♪ And you keep on blackin'
out and your pulse is low ♪

♪ Stop tryin' to
fight the reaper ♪

♪ Just relax and let it go ♪

♪ Because there's no
way you can fight it ♪

♪ Though you'll still try ♪

♪ And you can try it
till you fight it ♪

♪ But you'll still die ♪

♪ Your spirits leave your
body and your mind clears ♪

♪ The rigor mortis
starts to set ♪

♪ Now you outta here ♪

♪ ♪

I wrote you a extra one,

'case it get dark
down in that hole.

♪ ♪

♪ You start your journey
into outer space ♪

♪ You see yourself
in the light ♪

♪ But you're still
feelin' outta place ♪

♪ So you standin' in the
tunnel of eternal light ♪

♪ And you see the ones ♪

♪ You never learned
to love in life ♪

♪ Make the choice, let it
go, but you can back it up ♪

♪ If you ain't at peace with
God, you need to patch it up ♪

♪ But if you're ready,
close your eyes ♪

♪ And we can set it free ♪

♪ Here lies a man
not scared to die ♪

♪ May he rest in peace ♪

♪ I still got to wonder why ♪

♪ I never seen a man cry ♪

♪ 'Til I seen that man die ♪

♪ ♪

Lil' Murda!

Come here, man.

You done seen this shit yet?

Made that
niggah casket-sharp.

What the fuck y'all gotta
say 'bout that shit now?

You fuck wit' my set, you
gone get your wig split.

No cap, niggah. The fuck
is y'all talkin' 'bout?

That flip-floppin'
bitch-ass niggah Pico.

These young niggahs
ain't got no kinda couth.

- He claimin' this shit?
- Man.

Ain't no CFC shot him.

Police said somebody was
tryin' to jack him for his car.

- I heard...
- It don't matter.

Somebody need to
teach that lil' niggah

that you can't spit
on another man grave.

Hell yeah.

Hell yeah.

♪ Hoo-hoo ♪

♪ They do anything
for clout, anything ♪

♪ Do anything for clout ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hoo-hoo ♪

♪ They do anything
for clout, anything ♪

♪ Do anything for clout ♪

♪ Whole lotta
people need to hear this ♪

♪ It's a lotta names on
my hit list, bap-bap ♪

♪ Mouth still say what
it wants to, whoo ♪

♪ Pussy still wet
like a big bitch ♪

♪ I should run a whole
blog at this rate ♪

♪ They usin' my
name for clickbait ♪

♪ Bitches even wanna
start fake beef ♪

♪ To sell their lil'
weave and a mixtape ♪

♪ They know I'm the bomb... ♪

She might be the prettiest
bitch I've ever seen.

♪ I know that
mean, they traffic is low ♪

♪ Somebody just gotta
practice to launch ♪

♪ So fuck bein' tame,
I'd rather be wild... ♪

I guess
that's what happens

when you stay dancin'
past your prime.

That ain't gone be our story.

♪ ♪

Terrance still want yo' ass.

I don't know what kinda
juju you put on that niggah,

cause he be textin' me,
uppin' his offer and shit.

I kinda...

been thinkin' about it.

You better get this easy
money while you can,

else you gone be like that...

2001 Mercedes wit' no AC.

Ooh!

This is like
watchin' my grandma

tryin' to set up her Wi-Fi.

That's why
you need to let Terrance

eat that youthful pussy,

cause I can promise you,
ain't nobody gone be payin'

to be pickin' gray, geriatric
coochie hairs out they teeth.

Le-lemme see.

Should Whisper be
a smart-ass bitch

and make triple what she
would make in this club?

- Yeeeees!
- Hey!

Don't be messin'
with my communication

with the universe.

Watchin' you.

You're not ready.

Wh-what?

Your shoulder is still healing.

I swear on God, if you
don't shut the hell...

♪ Gummy bear ♪

♪ Yes, I'm a gummy bear ♪

♪ Oh, I'm a yummy
tummy funny lucky ♪

Hello.

Calm-calm down, lil'
mama. I'ma be right there.

Be right there.

An abortion?!

A fuckin' abortion?!

You need to slow yo' roll
'fo I stomp a cone in yo' ass

for drivin' my baby drunk
as a skunk yet again.

I ain't drunk

'cause nothin' sober nobody
up faster than findin' out

somebody done took a
child to get an abortion

without a guardian's permission.

Now, I know giving away babies

is somethin' you
do in yo' family,

but in my house, we own
up to our decisions.

We don't just toss
'em to the side.

Why you think Terricka came
to me about this and not you?

Well, if I'm openin' my
legs recklessly to boys,

I guess you'd be my
first choice too!

Cut the Queens
of Comedy routine, Shelle,

and answer my fuckin' question.

Why you think she came to me?

Maybe 'cause the person

who s'posed to be
takin' care of her

be passed out
everynight, half-naked,

with a bottle in her hand.

Oh, you not gone
turn this on me,

'cause I'm workin' on it.

And I-I'm doin' my best...

Well, yo' best
ain't good enough, Shelle.

- Mama.
- What?

No. She talkin' to me.

You been here for
Terricka once in 14 years

while I been here
the whole time.

Except for when she
needed you most.

♪ ♪

Come on. Let's go home.

What you mean?

Let me call her
drunk ass a Uber.

You can gone, go
back to your room.

No.

I'ma drive her back home.

The hell you will.

I know how to drive.
Thanks to you.

♪ ♪

Okay. Let's go.

Talkin' 'bout drinkin'.

Here she get you a abortion,
she talkin' 'bout drinkin'.

♪ ♪

♪ Looking for the chewin' ♪

♪ The skinny niggah
is in the house ♪

♪ I'm picking out these
stoutest bitches ♪

♪ So I can give 'em ♪

♪ The dicking of a
player, no doubt ♪

♪ I'm stabbing and grabbing
the ass with a grip ♪

♪ Ooh, ay ♪

♪ Ay, ay, oh ♪

Ooh!

Seem like yo' lil'
irrigation system

heard the word on the street

that yo' ass like
to be dominated.

Ha-ha.

You gone offer me
a hand wit' this?

Unh-uh!

Not the house niggah axin'
me to be his field niggah.

Ugh!

What is you so mad for? Hmm?

Yo' lil' friend doin' a
death drop in them polls?

The bigger problem is Woodbine.

I'll be damned if I
let that hoodrat pastor

praise-dance this
casino into the ground.

Child, 'Trice is easy.

Only thing she love
more than her pulpit

is the Gospel of Benjamin.

Wait. Why are you even...

Cause the enemy of my enemy
is a bitch I can link up with.

You're the one decided
we was enemies.

No, you the one who said
you wanted to put my club

up back on the auction block
and, if I remember correctly,

the one who still tryin'
to take it from me.

- That's just business, Clifford.
- No, it ain't.

Ever since childhood,
don't matter how many

sorry-you-a-secret toys
yo' daddy used to give you,

you still had to take whatever
hand-me-down Barbies I had

and rip they heads off.

I was playin' doctor.

What's yo' excuse now? Hmm?

You stirrin' up all this trouble

backin' that Great Value Obama

'cause you think he
gone give you some power

when, in reality,
you got all you need.

Do you know what it feel like

to have the whole world
turn they nose up at you?

Yes, half-niggah, I do.

See, the difference 'tween us
is Iknow what I'll never be.

You love swimmin'
against the tide.

The thing you gots to realize

is that water got
a mind of its own.

Now you hold it
back all you wanna,

but a river gone run a river.

Clifford, ain't nobody
got time for yo' riddles.

Hey, Granmuva Ernestine
gave me a new rule

'fo she went to the hospital.

Rule 7,629.

"If you can't get to the water,

sometimes you gotta
bring the water to you."

Oop! Now, that's word.

Ooh!

- Maybe you should fix that.
- Okay, Clifford.

You should fix that.

Why don't
you see your way out?

♪ Be careful, I get
wet, I get wet ♪

♪ Bitch, I get
wet, pussy good ♪

♪ Make a mess, make a mess ♪

♪ Bitch, I get wet ♪

♪ Be careful, I get
wet, I get wet ♪

♪ I get wet, be careful,
I get wet, I get wet ♪

♪ Bitch, I get
wet, waterslide ♪

♪ Foreign ride, big bag ♪

♪ Call me juice ♪

♪ I treat that dick
like it's Six Flags ♪

♪ Thunder drop, the
slim waist with the... ♪

Roulette.

You sure about this?

My third eye's throbbin'

and my intuition
tweakin' on ten.

Girl, that just nerves.

Enjoy that shit.

Bitch, this shit gone be easy.

Just lie on yo' back...

and commune with the universe.

♪ ♪

Heeeey!

'Sup, shawty?

Hey.

Uh... I don't know if
I'm the right niggah

for the double trouble, but
shit, I'll be that today.

This ain't no buy one,
get one free, niggah.

Look, yo' ass pay for one,
that what yo ass gone get.

I'm just here to make sure
ain't no funny business,

- Na-mean?
- Come on, now.

You of all people know I
ain't 'bout no funny business.

Niggah,
I don't know you.

If I ain't stayin',
you ain't neither.

Shit, aight...

Make
yourself at home.

Mmm.

Shiiit. How you doin', baby?

Andre Watkins says
he's a man you can trust,

a man for the people.

But Andre Watkins is a liar.

A Black boy born to a
drug-addicted mother.

Father died when I was
about seven years old.

His father,
Abraham Watkins,

is very much alive,

on death row,
charged with murder.

Bet you could use a
little bit of moonshine.

♪ ♪

I just got
to a point where...

havin' no father was easier
than havin' one on death row.

- I don't know if that's true.
- Mm.

Tell that to the little boy

pressin' his face
against the plexiglass,

tryin' to get a
hug... from his pops.

Well, at least that little
boy knew where his pops was.

- I'm sorry, I...
- My point is

you could walk right in there

and ask him for the whole
story if you wanted.

Think I'm better
off not knowing.

I remember counting down
the days till I was 18

so I could get my file,

find out who my
parents really were.

- Did you ever get it?
- Mm.

No.

But, I always wish I could
see where I got this nose,

my eyes.

Even if that means seein'
them through plexiglass.

I wanted to be better than him.

♪ ♪

You are... better than him.

I mean, look where you are.

What you've done.
Who you've become.

Who you're gonna be.

The next mayor of Chucalissa.

Ah, that dream is over.

- You're such a fuckin' punk.
- Wait, what?

Are you really gonna let
these white boys bully you?

Naw.

Maybe my wife's right. Hmm.

Don't make your mistress wrong.

I've been thinkin' a lot
about the other night.

Never done it quite
like that before.

♪ ♪

You wanna do it again?

It was... memorable.

Mm-hmm.

But I hate to say I
woke up the next morning

a bit disappointed.

Oh... why?

I left the check
on the nightstand.

I haven't cashed it yet.

Don't get me wrong, I loved
being with LaKiesha that night.

I guess I just wanted to
wake up next to Hailey.

I... can't give you Hailey.

But I can give you...

Autumn Night.

I ain't got no
dollar bills, now.

Mm. You better cash
that check, then.

I'll hold on to it 'til
the next fundraiser.

That's it.

That's what we gone do.

W-w-wait.

Who are you callin'?

Right now, Hailey can't
give you what you want.

- Mm-hmm.
- But LaKiesha Savage,

can give you what you need.

- Hey, Autumn, girl.
- Hey, Brazil?

- Mm-hmm.
- You with Extra-Extra?

- Yep, yep.
- I need y'all to meet me.

- Okay...
- ASAP.

Okay.

- Ah, yeah, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah... ooh.
- Mm.

- Mm-hmm.
- Ooh.

Mm-hmm.

Ooh... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Got yo' ass.

- Ah... ah... ah!
- Mm.

Ah.

- Yeah.
- Whoo!

Fuck! Oh!

- Oh!
- Who the mu'fuckn

Crush champion, biiiitch?

Uh, uh, uh, uh.

Here you go.

It supposed to be 20 Benjies.

It supposed to be whatever
the fuck I give you.

- That's not what Roulette...
- There a problem?

Hell naw.

- He short 200.
- Niggah,

quit playin' and run
her what we agreed on.

Look, she don't
deserve all that, aight?

Besides, I'm the one
that put in all the work.

And this bitch can't
even moan right.

Now, if she want
mo', I'ma need mo'.

Oh, so now you know how
to work that tongue.

- What you say, bitch?
- I said you should be lucky

I even bother fakin' an orgasm.

I felt it in the
second you walked in,

the aura of a man who's never
pleased a woman in his life.

Well, damn!

Say somethin' else, bitch!

Say some mo' slick shit!

- Huh? Say somethin' else!
- Lemme go.

Say somethin' else
slick! I swear...

How 'bout we play
my favorite game?

In this gun is one bullet.

We don't know when it's
gone come out, now,

but what we do know is

I'ma pull that
trigger every time.

So I hope you the kinda
niggah likes to gamble.

You bullshittin'.

Roulette!

- Fuck! What the...
- Fuck!

I got me a gooood
relationship wit' death.

How 'bout you?

Fuck! Look, I let her go!

-I let her go, bitch! What the fuck?
-Bitch?!

Fuck! Fuck!

- Stop!
- Shit!

- Stop!
- Oh, Jesus.

You still here.

But I wonder how long
that luck gone last.

Whisper, take this
niggah clothes off.

♪ ♪

Bitch, I said take
his clothes off.

♪ ♪

On yo' knees.

She said get on yo'
mu'fuckin' knees, bitch!

Open yo' mouth.

♪ ♪

Show her.

Show my girl how you
wanted her to moan.

Who got the
dick-suckin' lips, now?

♪ Y'all callin' me crazy ♪

♪ When a bitch been ballin'
all day like Brady ♪

♪ Long hair this wavy ♪

♪ And a bitch been shoppin'
all day, no Macy's ♪

♪ How 'bout first lady? ♪

♪ You niggahs can't date
me, look at your savings ♪

♪ You niggahs still waiting ♪

♪ Still blowin' out daisies,
countin' on daydreams... ♪

Not my fuckin' ride!

I'ma kill you bitches!

I'd like to see you try, niggah!

Get in! Get in!

Fuck!

♪ None of these bitches
gon' phase me ♪

♪ Bitch I got 'em goin' crazy ♪

♪ A bitch gassed
like a Texaco ♪

♪ I mean a bitch off
shore like a Mexico ♪

♪ Crazy amazing,
beaucoup bucks ♪

♪ Fuck you, pay me ♪

♪ Awful luxury
fuckin' saved me ♪

♪ Who knew you'd
go fuckin' crazy? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Two
guns up, yeah ♪

♪ I don't give a fuck ♪

♪ I'm a big dog ♪

♪ Lil' niggah, you a pup ♪

♪ Pull up at ya spot ♪

♪ Walk up on it, shoot it up ♪

♪ Yo' bitch, she
on the Molly ♪

♪ Yeah, I got her booted up ♪

♪ I just bought a pistol ♪

♪ It got 30 rounds in it ♪

♪ Pull up at yo' mama house ♪

♪ And put some rounds in ♪

♪ Wet a niggah block ♪

♪ And watch them
niggahs drown in it ♪

♪ Hunnid round drum ♪

♪ Gun a niggah down with it ♪

- Hey, Daddy.
- Hey.

What you doin'?

Yo' lil' tail need
to be up in bed.

I don't
wanna go to sleep.

- I'm waiting on you.
- I'll be home.

- Okay. Love you.
- Love you.

Bye.

♪ ♪

Baby Bwoooy...

Murda?

Aye, I don't want
no trouble, man.

That's wild, 'cause
word on the street

that's exactly what
you lookin' for.

This 'bout Teak? I
ain't kill that man.

My boys been clownin' me
ever since that niggah

beat my ass in Memphis.

I was just talkin' shit, man.

You claimin' to be
God when you ain't.

I ain't do nothing, I swear.

Yet you
wanna claim a body...

without claimin' the
weight that come wit' it.

The heaviness of his body...

slumped over on you...

fightin' to breathe.

Chokin'. Vomit.

Blood gushin' out
that head wound.

White painted red.

Please, man. You know my mama.

You know how much she need me.

I got another baby on the way.

And my son... my son...
my son just turned six.

Tyson.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

I'll let him know
his daddy love him.

♪ I'm on that
slaughter gang shit ♪

♪ Shit, murder gang shit ♪

♪ Shit, slaughter gang shit ♪

♪ Shit, murder gang shit ♪

♪ I'm on that
slaughter gang shit ♪

♪ Shit, murder gang shit ♪

♪ Shit, slaughter gang shit ♪

♪ Shit, murder gang shit ♪

♪ Shit, slaughter gang shit ♪

♪ Murder gang shit ♪

♪ Slaughter gang shit ♪

♪ Murder gang shit ♪

♪ Slaughter gang shit ♪

♪ Murder gang shit ♪

♪ ♪

♪ This for the scammers and
the trappers blowin' money ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Bullets that take you
away from your mama... ♪

Aye, aye, get out
the goddamn way, man!

Get out the way, man!

Queen comin' through.

♪ ♪

Goddamn, 'Cedes.

Fine as a mu'fucka. Shiiit.

Mm-mm-mm. Look at
you... goddamn!

I guess the CFC don't
give a fuck 'bout no CDC.

Well, I know a CFC
niggah that give a fuck

about a MerCDC.

Mane! Mane!

- Somebody popped Pico!
- Whu?

Aye, Mane.

You just got out of
jail this mornin'.

Let them folks ain't
got no ankle bracelets

deal with this niggah shit.

Get yo' shit!
Get yo' shit now!

Mm-mm-mm.

Damn gators eatin' my
ass up tonight. Shit!

That's 'cause
you got some sweet blood.

You feelin' like
talkin' 'bout it?

I-I walked in the room,

and I knew it was only gone
be three of us comin' out...

alive,

so I...

And-and that's not me.

And I... but now that is me,

and I don't know how to be okay
with the fact that I'm a...

Mercedes.

I wish I coulda been
there to protect you.

You deserve that...

and more.

Does it ever go away?

The nightmares?

Guilt?

♪ ♪

Naw.

So what you do wit' it then?

You make a difference
in someone else's life.

Pray that it cancels out
with the man upstairs.

♪ ♪

Maybe I can make a
difference in yo' life.

♪ ♪

If you let me.

♪ ♪

That's...

That's not what I'm lookin' for.

I'm lookin' for
somethin' else...

♪ ♪

I hope you find what
you lookin' for.

♪ ♪

Hmm.

Here you go.

You would not
believe.

Thought I saw you today.

I figure, 'cause I been
comin' here less and less,

that you been needin' to
come here more and more.

I don't know why I'm surprised,

'cause you always did
love pokin' yo' nose

in everybody else's
business, hmm?

I'm sorry I ain't visit
you like I used to.

Maybe I've been avoidin' you

'cause I ain't wanna have to
come here, have to admit...

I'm failin'.

Oh, don't take her.

I promise I'll visit you
every week, if you just...

Just let her live.

Oh, God, I miss you, Mama.

Oh.

And all I'm asking is just...

I'm just asking I don't
have to miss Ernestine too.

♪ ♪

♪ Proverbs 24:16: ♪

♪ "For though a righteous man ♪

♪ "falls seven times, ♪

♪ "he will rise again. ♪

♪ "But the wicked ♪

♪ will stumble
into calamity." ♪

Amen.

♪ Every tumble I ever took only
brought me closer to my Lord. ♪

♪ Ooh, that is why ♪

♪ I forgive the crackers, ♪

♪ for they know
not what they do. ♪

for the one hundred dollars

you are sewing into yo' life.

♪ Have mercy. ♪

Jesus of Nazareth!

Ten thousand dollars?

Whoo!

♪ Ten thousand dollars ♪

♪ Weeeelllll, we jump! ♪

♪ And we hop! ♪

♪ In the name of Jesus! ♪

♪ Br'er Rabbit, oh! ♪

♪ Praise! Praise! ♪

Whoo.

I don't know who sent it, but
it did come with a message.

"Cash me outside."

♪ ♪

Br'er Rabbit.

- Ha.
- Pastor Woodbine.

Soon to be...

Mayor Woodbine.

I'm gone need you to drop
out the race, Woodbine.

Look.

Let me tell you
a lil' somethin',

you light-skinded trickster.

These streets know my knees.

And these folks,

the tired, the hungry, the poor,

they know my soul.

Now, I might've started
this campaign out of spite,

but the Lord has shown me

all the good that can come
from that mayor's office.

But is that
the pulpit you want?

The heart of a
man plans his way,

but the Lord establishes his...

Her steps.

Take that as you pray on it.

I got more where that came from.

All glory to God.

♪ ♪

♪ You stupid ♪

♪ Pop it like a wheelie ♪

♪ Hop on top and I go silly ♪

♪ Pretty, tight, and sticky ♪

♪ Fuck him once, he
won't forget me ♪

♪ Wet, wet, bust it
like the blicky ♪

♪ If I fuck around and leak
the tape, I win a Emmy ♪

♪ Pop it like a wheelie,
hop on top and I go silly ♪

♪ Pretty, tight, and sticky ♪

♪ Fuck him once, he
won't forget me ♪

♪ Wet, wet, bust it
like the blicky ♪

♪ If I fuck around and leak
the tape, I win a Emmy... ♪

Whoo! Where in the fuck

did you get this beauty?

Don't make me jealous, now.

I tooold you don't be
worryin' 'bout all that.

I just need this
bussdown by tomorrow,

and I know you know somebody.

What if I am that somebody?

Boy, bye.

I'll bussdown a lot more
than this car, you let me.

What?

That's all I'm gettin'?

You can barely
handle these lips.

And these labias,
baby, on another level.

Ain't no one comin'
lookin' for this?

Nope.

Uh-huh.

Not even, uh, Terrance Walker?

I have it on suspicion that
he not gone tell nobody

'bout how this car got here.

Mm-hmm.

Where you want me to
drop yo' bussdown at?

Down in the Valley, baby!

You know the rest!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Let the beat drop, man.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪