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- I need to talk to you. It's about Jasmine.

This is the vape pen and the weed mints.

It's actually from a boy at church.

Are you high? - ELLA: Go home.

Talk to your daughter. You raised her right.

- I ain't the one with a daughter using a vape pen.

These kids putting stuff in their mouth they don't

even know where it from.

- Why are you doing it? - I told him no.

But one night I just decided to try it,

and I didn't like it.

I didn't like the way it made me feel, and I was coughing.

I told him I would never do it again.

- I don't get it.

- So you don't have to worry about me.

- Oh, hell. Is that a rabbit?

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- [moaning]

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- Oh, my goodness.

This is ridiculous.

This gotta--

Ooh.

Oh, look at the little rabbit.

You a cute little rabbit.

Where'd he go? Where you going, rabbit?

Ooh.

Was that a dinosaur?

The rabbit ate--

Uhh!

How the rabbit ate the dinosaur?

What--that's a bad rabbit.

Bad rabbit.

- ELLA: Curtis! - Yeah?

- What are you doing?

- I was looking at the dinosaur.

- The what?

- The dinosaur, Ella.

It was right there.

- The dinosaur was right there? - The rabbit ate it.

- The rabbit ate the dinosaur.

- Didn't I just say that, Ella?

- Okay, good, baby. Good, good, good, good.

- That's not good, Ella. It's sad.

Church people.

- Well, Curtis, after the dinosaur finished--

- Ella, you gotta listen, baby.

The dinosaur is finished.

The rabbit ate it.

- Okay, baby. - [crying]

I'm so sad, Ella.

- [laughing]

- Why are you laughing? - Okay, baby.

Well, when you get happy, can you please

come in here and get this blender down for me?

- And high he is.

- I know, I can't even reach it.

Not even with the step ladder, baby.

- Baby, a ladder can't get you this high.

- Okay, so hurry up, baby, come on, please.

- Okay, I'm coming.

Okay. I'm coming right now.

- Now, Curtis. - Okay.

I said I'm coming right now, baby.

I'm coming right now.

- Curtis!

Are you coming?

- Baby, I'm coming.

Don't you see me walking?

- No!

- I'm walking to hell.

- Well, now, we do need to talk about that.

- Baby? - Yes, Curtis.

- Baby? - Yes, Curtis.

- Baby?

Can you take me to church with you?

- Yes, Curtis, I can take you to church.

- CURTIS: Okay. - But can you come

get this blender first?

- All I need is the Lord, Ella.

- What has gotten into you?

Curtis!

- I'm walking, Ella.

- Baby, come on, I'm not playing with you now.

Come on, I don't-- - Ain't nobody playing.

I'm coming.

I'm coming. Okay, baby?

- Now, Curtis! - I'm coming. I'm coming.

Oh, this woman getting on my nerve.

Don't she see me moving?

- Are you coming? - I'm gonna come.

Ella! Ella! Ella!

Look at the grass.

- Look at the--

- Is--such a beautiful green.

Have you ever seen green like that, Ella?

- Uh...

- Uh, look at the sky, Ella.

Look at the sky.

It's so blue. - It's so blue.

- I mean, it's wild blue.

Wild blue.

You gonna look at it?

- Okay, baby, please, I'm not playing with you.

Come on in here, baby. - I'm not playing, Ella.

I'm coming. - Come get the blender. Please?

- Ella? Ella? - Curtis, yes?

- Oh, Ella.

Look at your booty, Ella.

- Curtis, don't do that.

- Look at it, Ella. It's so pretty.

You got a pretty booty, Ella.

- I know that. Would you come on and get this blender?

- I'm coming. Hey, Ella?

- Yes, baby?

- Twerk it for me.

- Would you come on?

- I'm coming.

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- Curtis!

- Baby!

- I need you to come in here and get a can down for me now.

Curtis, come on.

- What in the world?

- Curtis, Curtis, Curtis! Curtis!

- What's the matter? What's the matter, baby?

- I need you to come get this can and this blender.

Are you coming? - I'm--well, I'm coming

right now. I'm coming.

- Curtis. - Hmm?

Yeah, baby, I'm on my way.

Here I come.

- I asked you 30 minutes ago to come and get this blender,

come and get this can.

- Thirty minutes? - Baby, no, you just asked me.

- Thirty minutes ago, Curtis.

- Uh, stop a minute, baby-- - Stop playing and come on!

- You didn't ask me no 30 minutes ago, Ella.

It ain't been no 30 minutes.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Okay, I'm gonna come.

- [rattling]

- Curtis!

- Too much noise. - Curtis, it's been an hour!

Would you please come in this kitchen?

- Baby, why you messing me?

It ain't been no hour, Ella.

No. - Okay, Okay. You know what?

- You just asked me, baby. - ELLA: Stop!

I did not just ask you, Curtis.

That was an hour ago.

- What's wrong with you, Ella?

- Curtis. - That's my name.

Don't wear it out.

- I'm gonna have dinner.

- You're messing with me.

- Wha--what are you talking about?

- You just asked me five minutes ago...

to come and get the-- the toilet paper.

- ELLA: Curtis.

The sun has gone down.

Or the sun has gone down.

- That's the moon?

- What are you doing?

- Baby, I ain't doing nothing, I'm coming, okay? Mm.

- Look at me.

- I'm looking at you, baby.

- With your eyes closed?

- That's when you look the best, baby.

- Okay, fine, Curtis.

I don't know what's wrong with you,

but I'm going to eat dinner. - Okay.

- Uh--you can just stay out here all night if you want to.

- Girl, what are you saying?

- You won't be having any gravy for dinner.

I'll just make something else.

- No gravy?

Okay.

Oh, boy.

I'm high as hell.

- Curtis Payne!

Are you coming to dinner?

- [clapping]

- Why you whispering, baby?

I'm coming.

- I'm going to eat. - Okay.

- If you wanna sit out here all night, you do that.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Okay. Wait. - What?

- Wait.

Baby, how long have I been out here?

- Curtis, you have been out here for four hours.

- Ain't been no four hours, Ella.

Ooh, no, I know. I do know. I know.

- Come on in the house, baby. Come on in the house.

- I'm gonna come on in the house. Come on in this house.

That's what Simon said. Whoo.

I'm high as hell.

Oh, God, ooooh!

Ooh.

[moans]

Oh, Lord, you got to help me come down.

Help me come down, Lord.

I'm so high I just...

tickle your feet, Lord.

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- Curtis Payne, you--

Curtis!

- Ooh, baby.

I'm so hungry.

- Curtis, what is going on?

- Baby, I'm just hungry.

- What's gotten into you?

- Good eggs, some doughnuts,

mac and cheese.

- Curtis, it's the middle of the night.

- Baby, I know.

Ella, I can't stop eating.

I'm not used to this.

- Okay, baby, did you take your medicine?

- What medicine?

- Your blood pressure medicine?

- Yes. Yes, baby. Yeah.

- Eggs, Curtis?

Okay, you don't have a fever.

- No, I don't.

- Why are you eating all this?

- I just can't stop.

Won't stop. Won't stop. Can't stop.

- Curtis.

- And I won't stop. [coughs]

Ella, I'm choking.

I'm choking, Ella. I'm choking.

Thank you.

Something's wrong with me, I don't know.

- Okay. What is it, Curtis?

- Fruit punch.

Ella...

I gotta tell you, baby. I gotta tell you something.

Stay right there, don't go nowhere.

I did it.

- You did what?

- Okay.

I hit that pipe, Ella!

I hit it. - You did what?

- Ella, I'm on that shi-zit.

I'm on that shi-zit! [indistinct mumbling]

- What, Curtis?

- Baby, I'm an addict.

- Okay, baby, Curtis, you know what?

- I'm Janine 2007, baby.

It's me.

- What is going on with you, Curtis?

- I don't know how it happened.

Uh, uh, I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

- You know what, Curtis? I'm going to bed.

- What? Ella?

I'll sleep with you for a fix.

I won't tell nobody. I won't tell nobody.

- What is going on?

- Ella, I'm lost soul--I'm going, I'm losing my soul.

Pray for me, Ella.

Come on, pray for me. - Cur...tis.

- All I want is my next fix.

Uhh.

Where's it at?

- Curtis?

Curtis, come on, we're going to the hospital.

Come on, we're going to the doctor.

- No, no. No, Ella.

- Well, then what is wrong with you?

- Look. Look. Look.

Nothing.

- Stop acting so crazy.

- I'm not acting, baby. - I'm calling Calvin,

and I'm calling C.J.

- Well, no, no, Ella.

I don't want--I don't know what's wrong with me?

What is--

[mumbling]

- What are you doing?

- Ssh. Privacy, please.

I don't know.

- What is wrong with you?

- Call Floyd. - Why, Curtis? Call--

- Ella! Call Floyd for me, please. Just call Floyd.

While I mark my territory. Call Floyd!

Yeah, you just do that.

- [knocking at door]

- Can't see me?

Come on in, I left it open!

Hey. - Hey.

- Thank you for coming. - Well, it's late, Ella.

- I know. - Is Curtis here?

- Why else do you think I would call you?

- I don't know, but... I don't do no booty calls.

- Floyd. - Well...

not with my friends' wives.

- You will not disrespect me.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- No, no, never mind. Go home.

- No, no, no. Okay. I'm sorry.

What's going on?

- Curtis wanted me to call you.

- You said that.

- So go talk to him. Go talk to him.

I'm worried. - Okay.

Hold on, now...

what am I walking into?

- Floyd, just go and see.

Go on, go see.

- You're not going with me?

- Floyd, every time I go out there,

he hides. - [laughing]

Really? - Ha-ha?

- I'm sorry, I'm--uh-uh.

- That's not funny, Floyd.

Go! Go help him.

- Okay, okay.

- CURTIS: [indistinct mumbling]

- Curtis?

Curtis?

- Hey! - Whooo!

You scared me.

- I'm scared, Floyd.

- Well, what is it?

- Where's that woman? That woman?

- What woman are you talking about?

- My wife, Floyd.

- Ella?

- Is that her name?

- She's in the house.

- Okay. Don't tell her.

- Don't--don't tell her what, man?

- She's trying to kill me, Floyd.

- Huh?

- She's trying to kill me.

- No. - Yes, she is.

- No. What is wrong with you?

- Okay, don't tell nobody. - Okay. I won't.

- Did you bring the man with you?

- Who? - Did you bring the man, Floyd?

The police? For one time! - Who?

- Them folks. 5-0.

- Hold--hold--hold on. Are you okay?

- No, I'm not.

I'm not okay, Floyd.

Uhh!

That there, what kind of bug's that?

- Oh, we're in Georgia. Bugs big like that.

What--what's going on, brother? Talk to me.

- Hey, look, you can't tell nobody, Floyd.

They out to get me, Floyd.

They out to get me.

- Who is they?

- Whoever shot Biggie, Floyd.

I'm telling you. - Curtis!

- I'm in trouble, man.

- Bruh, talk to me. What is going on?

- You can't tell nobody, Floyd.

- I--you said that, okay?

I ain't gonna tell nobody.

- You can't tell nobody.

- Okay. Nobody.

- I told the Lord I'd never do this again.

- You talk to the Lord now?

- No, back then. - Oh.

- And don't you judge me.

You hear me?

- Okay, now what did you do?

- I hit the pipe.

- You smoking crack? - Nah! Ssssh!

[indistinct mumbling] - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Not that thing. That thing.

- Well, what is that? - It's a vape pen.

- What's it doing over here?

Where'd you get this? - C.J. left it here.

- C.J.?

- Set me up.

- Really?

Ooh!

Curtis, this is weed, bruh.

- No shit.

- Did you smoke this?

- What'd you think I did with it?

And I can't come down, Floyd.

I don't know what the hell that thing is.

I feel so light.

I'm like this.

- Bruh. - What?

- You smoked this? Are you kidding me?

- No, I'm not kidding you, Floyd.

Look at my legs.

Wait, Floyd.

Are my legs growing?

- What?

Curtis. - Wha--wha--

but they feel like they're moving.

- No, they're not.

- [crickets chirping] - CURTIS: [grunts]

- Nothing is moving, bruh.

- But, Floyd, help me come down.

Help me come down.

Well, I don't know how to do that, bruh.

- Well, man, come on, Floyd.

Everybody know you smoke weed.

- I--

Well, that was when I was 30.

Well, 40...8.

And six months.

Okay, yesterday.

- Help me!

- So, brah, how much of that did you smoke?

- I just had a few hits.

- How many?

- Ten.

Fifteen, twenty.

Forty-eight, six months.

- Okay, you high as hell. Look, let's, um--

Let's go see C.J. about this, 'cause we need to find out

what's going--oh, no, no, no. No, no. No, no.

- You sure isn't trying too hard.

- Come on. - Don't leave me, Floyd.

- I--I won't, just come on. - Floyd, don't leave me.

Can you carry me? - Carry you?

Ain't that much spine in the world, bruh.

But I love you. - I love you, Floyd.

I really do. - Just on three,

just lean that way, we'll go in the middle, okay?

- Okay. - You ready?

- Okay, you got me. You got me.

- No, no, no, no! Get back!

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- What--whe-- - CURTIS: Who was that that?

- Floyd? - He's fine. He's fine.

Where are y'all going?

- We'll be right black--back. - What?

What is it? What is going on?

- No. - Curtis!

- He's got a sour stomach. - Where are y'all going?

What is going on?

This is foolishness.

Who he think gonna clean this kitchen?

I'm not cleaning up this kitchen all by myself.

He can just--wait a minute.

What is that?

Curtis!

Lord, you did not.

Uh.

Why would anybody smoke this?

I don't even understand why they do this.

Always gotta take something.

Take this. Smoke this.

Chew that, eat this.

Mm.

- [metal rattles]

- Oh, these good.

They got a little oregano.

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- ELLA: Alright!

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