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[Kimmie] Who is it?

It's Glen.

I saw him laying next to the barn. Looked like he fell off one of the horses.

This is your father's will.

I can't pull it, but I can delay it.

If something happens before it's filed…

[Roy] Then he can't do anything about it?

This some real good information on Kimmie.

What's the info?

Can you go look in the bathroom?

I don't wanna see no disgusting-ass shit.

Did you get it all?

Yeah.

You might wanna take it easy.

Who the hell you think you talking to?

I'm just saying, you know--

No, what are you just saying, little bitch?

I'm just saying there are cops out and you're drinking, so--

Man, motherfuck-- [splutters]

What's my name?

I am Olivia Bellarie.

I own the cops.

Just like the bitch who had you.

How the fuck is Jennifer doing anyway?

She okay.

Well, why don't you tell her I said hi?

[chuckles]

Now, I want you to get all this shit cleaned up

and get your ass out of here.

It's already cleaned up.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-You sure? -Yes.

You sure you sure?

-Olivia, yes, I am sure. -What… What… What… What about that drain?

Yes, that is… that is being cleaned.

I'm having my guy clean out the septic tank.

Your guy?

If they had been your guy, I wouldn't be in this shit.

What do you mean by that?

You stupid ass, you fucked up Horace's robbery.

Now, look at all this…

Look at all this damn shit I got to deal with.

Listen, I… I'm sorry, but we got it.

You know what? I… [hesitates]

[scoffs]

Motherfucker, I am so sick and tired of your fucking excuses.

I didn't make an excuse. I told you who messed that up.

And how's your sister?

Olivia, please.

Please?

Please?

Please what?

Get your fucking… Get your fucking ass out of here.

Not out through the front door, you dumb son of a bitch!

Out the back door!

Stupid motherfucker. I gotta do every damn thing around here.

Get your ass out the back door!

-[door opens] -Fuck this shit.

[sighs]

[door closes]

[glass clanks]

[haunting vocalization]

[humming]

Yeah.

What's up, nigga? [chuckles]

-Hold on a second. -Jules.

-Yeah. -I got that bitch.

Okay.

No, no, no, you're not understanding. I really…

I got this nigga. He's… He's fucking my brother.

Roy, I'm in the middle of something.

Well, can you talk?

Can you talk?

Right now is not a good time.

-Is everything okay? -No, nigga, I need to talk to you.

So can you talk? Can you get off the phone, please?

Hold on.

[Roy sighs]

Go ahead.

Guess what?

I went to Varney's place, and he showed me the will.

None of these niggas is protected.

Not the bitch's sister, not Rain. None of them.

-You sure? -Oh, I'm positive.

I'm very, very sure about this shit.

How positive?

I got the nigga by the balls, man.

How'd you do that?

Do I gotta draw it on a picture? Nigga, he's fucking my brother.

-What are you talking about? -Roy…

[spluttering]

Well, I didn't see him do it, but, nigga, I heard the shit.

Nasty, disgusting shit too. I wish I didn't hear it, but I heard it.

And he's not doing what your father asked him to do?

Does it sound like he doing what my father asked?

No, he's not doing that.

-I'm not sure I believe that. -Oh, I believe it.

I believe it, I believe it, I believe it.

And… wait till I get that bitch Rain too.

That's gonna be fun. That's my next project.

Okay. Good.

"Okay, good"? [spluttering] Where… Where's the energy?

What's wrong with you? This is good shit. What's wrong? What's going on?

Just be careful.

I am careful. I saw him talk to the clerk.

Okay, so let me check it out.

Okay, check it out.

And while you check it out, you know, I'm going to, uh…

-No, no, you're going to do nothing. -No, I'm going--

-Do nothing. -I'm gonna do some shit.

-Roy… -I'm me, I am Roy.

I know. I am going to do some shit.

Tonight.

I'm going to the club.

-Yeah. -Going to the club?

-Hell yeah. -Have at it.

-Fun. Great. -Mm-hmm.

-[cell phone buzzing] -Can't wait.

-All right. Listen-- -Good talking to you.

I have things to do.

[Roy clears throat]

Hope everything goes well on your call.

[door closes]

Yeah.

[tense music playing]

[bugs chirring]

You should eat something, Sylvie.

Do y'all know how he's doing?

No.

Well, call someone.

-We can't. -[Sylvie] Kimmie.

We can't call nobody, okay?

We just gotta wait it out.

Hm. Yeah, that's what's best.

It's funny. The strippers and whores know what's best for me.

What'd you say?

-Angel. -[Kimmie] Nah.

-She needs to watch her mouth. -She's just upset.

-'Cause you tried to kill him. -Hold up, little girl.

I didn't know you was fuckin' him.

-You are so vulgar. All of you. -[Kimmie] All right.

Sylvie, what I'm not gonna have is the disrespect, okay?

-Disrespect? -Yeah, I'm not having it.

Oh, okay. All the lies that you told me?

And I told you why.

Why am I… Why am I explaining myself to you?

I made a decision.

I've been looking at colleges, and I want you to go to school.

Kimmie…

I'm honestly not trying to hear it.

Okay?

It's not safe here. It's dangerous having you here.

-So you just want me to leave? -These people are crazy.

You know that.

I'll find you a nice apartment on campus that's safe.

No, I wanna stay.

[Kimmie] You can't.

[hesitates] But you are here.

I'm protected by marriage.

I'm still waitin' to see if you are.

So you're just gonna push me off?

Just like Mama did?

-I'm not Mama. -Oh, well… Well, this feels like it.

Wait, y'all.

We been at this for so long. We don't know when we're safe.

Kimmie's right.

[sinister music playing]

You know what?

[sighs]

[Angel scoffs]

Ain't that some rich, spoiled shit?

I know. My mama would've beat my ass up and down that hallway.

-Y'all stop. -[Angel chuckles]

This is a lot. All of this has been a lot for her.

-On all of us. -[Angel] Right.

This shit is crazy, and it don't stop.

Nah, it don't.

[ambient city noise]

[Roy chuckling]

I know. I know.

We're gonna have a fun-ass time tonight too. It's gonna be crazy.

-Hold on one second. -Roy.

[spluttering] What… What do you want? What's… What's going on?

I needed you earlier.

And niggas in hell need ice water, so what? What's up?

You don't give a shit about nobody but yourself, huh?

Yeah, that sounds about right. Yeah.

[Roy chuckling]

Damn this family.

[Roy sighs loudly]

What is it, brother? What do you want?

Nah, you don't give a shit. Fuck it.

No, no, no, I give a shit. I give a shit. I mean, unless it's about you…

and that big nigga fucking.

I… I don't give a shit about that. I mean, yeah.

What?

Oh, yeah, and by the way, um, I do got him by the balls, though.

-Roy-- -No, no, no, see, see…

I mean, I don't got him like how you got him by the balls,

but I got that nigga by the balls. He gonna do exactly what I say too.

The fuck are you talking about?

You don't want me to tell Father?

You sound like you're five years old.

[Roy] Hm.

I might sound five, but I know one thing.

That nigga gonna do exactly what I tell him to.

Keep playing with brilliant people, they gonna show you how smart they are

by showing you how dumb you really are.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

You see, there's nothing more to say.

Mm. "There's nothing more to say. Nothing more to say."

No, I got him.

So thank you, brother, for doing all the nasty, disgusting shit you like to do.

Thank you. For real.

Why do I even bother?

I don't know. I really don't. I don't know why you bother fucking a dude.

With all the pussy out here, social media, the ratio of like 100 to 1,

I don't know why you bother doing the shit you do, brother. I don't know.

And you'll never have enough, will you?

[Roy] Huh.

[cell phone buzzing]

As long as they keep making it, no, I don't think I will.

Speaking of, uh…

Look at that.

Pussy on the line right now. Hold on one second.

[Roy clears throat]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You wanna talk to pussy?

You don't wanna talk to no pussy? No.

Yeah, me and my dick, we about to be over there right now.

Yeah.

Just wear that shit I told you to wear, motherfucker.

Ooh, you fucking stupid. Mm.

-Ooh, you stupid. -Get the fuck out, stupid piece of shit.

[groans]

You always talking the same shit.

[exhales]

[chuckles]

[vocalizing]

[sighs] You always treat me well.

Every fucking time. [snorts]

I love the white girl.

Yeah.

[snorting]

[sniffing]

[groans]

Ooh, shit!

[club music playing]

[patrons cheering]

[Mallory] You need to relax.

You haven't taken your eyes off that girl all night.

No, I haven't.

Well, somethin' you need to tell me? [chuckles]

Is there something you need to tell me?

You haven't taken your eyes off that guy all night.

[Varney] He's sexy.

-[chuckling] Oh, well, excuse me. -What?

Okay, I mean, you just coming all out and stuff.

Coming all out?

-What do you mean coming out? -I meant coming out.

I've never been in, all right? I'm private, that's all.

And there's a difference.

Okay, then, bitch.

[snickering]

Bitch? Why "bitch"?

Bitch, it's-- I mean…

It's just a term of endearment, Varney.

[Varney breathes deeply]

Mallory, let me educate you on gay men.

There are some of us that are masculine and are not attracted to feminine men.

[Mallory] Mmm.

And we don't like to be called bitch.

And we don't like all men just because they got a dick.

Okay.

[laughing]

I guess you told me.

[scoffs] Why are you laughing, then?

-Because you read me, bitch. -You know what?

-That's that bullshit I'm talking about. -I'm just kidding.

I know everything I need to know about gay people.

I have a hair company, Varney.

See, that's another insult.

You think you know about gay people because you got a hair company.

No, but the gay community is heavily involved in the hair industry.

-But I don't know shit about hair. -No, but I know about the gay community.

Okay, what do you know?

What I know is that I know about masculine, feminine.

-Yeah. -I know about tops, bottoms.

I know all the LGBTQIA and everything else on the alphabet.

-Okay. -You can't tell me about my gay community.

-So, what am I? -The tag on the mattress.

-What the fuck is that? -A full queen.

-You know what? -A full queen. Just queen.

[both laughing]

[Mallory] Mmm.

-Cheers. -You know what? Mm.

[smacks lips]

-I like you. You need to drink more. -I don't need to drink nothing else.

You need to drink.

-No, I don't. -Let's get another drink.

-Can I get a dick on the rocks? -Two dicks--

-Hey. -Oh, look. There's your source.

You wanna talk?

[Varney sighs]

Yeah.

Come on.

I'll be right back.

[crowd cheering]

[patron] Ow, baby!

[whooping, laughing]

[music stops]

Varney!

[tsks]

[pensive music playing]

[clicking tongue]

[cell phone buzzing]

Hello?

It's done.

[Charles] Really?

"Really?" What… What… What are you trying to say? You don't believe me?

No, I don't.

[Olivia] I do want to talk to you, Charles.

[tapping on glass]

Okay, what's wrong?

You know, this shit was expensive.

[Charles] Okay.

So I am going to need you to pay for it.

What?

[Olivia] $250,000.

Ma, I… [hesitates]

[Olivia] What?

I don't have $250,000.

How in the hell you mean you don't have it?

We just got our dividend checks from the company.

I just… I just--

[Olivia] You know… you know, you… you just like your damn brother.

Spend all your money.

Well?

Well, you better get a damn loan.

Mama, can't you cover it?

[Olivia chuckling] Ain't this a fucking bitch. What?

Motherfucker, you mean you want me to fix yo shit and pay for it too?

I just need it this one time, Ma. I'm--

No, what you need to do is not get a felony and lose your shares.

I know.

So get the damn money for me.

[Charles] All right, I'll try to…

[Olivia] Sell them damn cars.

I'll get a loan. You know?

[Olivia] When?

Soon as I can.

I need it by Friday.

So you ask your brother, or you ask Mallory.

Mama, I…

[Olivia] Charles, let me tell you something.

Now, them motherfuckers who cleaned up that shit for you,

they gonna want the damn money.

Okay.

[Olivia] So get it to me.

Okay.

-Fine, I'll call you tomorrow. -[Charles] All right.

[Varney on voicemail] You've reached Attorney Varney. Leave a message.

Varney. [sighs]

This is Charles.

Where are you? I need to talk to you. Call me back.

[exhales sharply]

[club music playing]

[patrons cheering]

Sit down.

I'm not sitting on this shit.

Girl, it ain't gonna hurt you.

[Felicia sucks teeth]

[Mallory sighs]

Where my money?

Damn hood rats always looking for cheese.

You know, you real funny.

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

I know that's right.

[club music playing faintly]

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

Okay.

So Kimmie got hooked up with what we call a whale.

[chuckles] You following me?

You ain't said shit. Of course I'm following you.

[giggling] Okay. I'm a little high.

Look, look, uh-uh. I don't have time for this shit, okay?

You need to focus. Are you following me?

Well, anyway, he would get pissed with her

'cause she wasn't doing the right thing. Like, dressing right and shit.

-[Mallory] Mm-hmm. -You following me?

Bitch, you have to say something to confuse me, okay? Keep going.

-Anyway, that's some good-ass weed, bitch. -Well, focus, girl! Focus!

Okay, okay. He wanted her to work at the office,

and… and he didn't want his wife to know about it.

Do you know his name?

Mm-mm. I don't know his name.

Girl, we don't know these whale names.

I'm sure if I showed you a picture of his dick…

[giggling]

…you would be able to recognize it?

Girl, I could spot a dick to the left, to the right,

uncircumcised, big, girthy.

Keep going.

Girl, you ever realize how funny it look?

Mm, I seen one. It… It had all veins, like, ooh.

Girl, will you focus, please?

[chuckling] Girl, my bad. Flashbacks is taking me there.

-Mm, what I was saying? -Not a damn thing.

You not saying shit.

Mm.

Well, yeah. That's what I wanted to tell you.

Bitch, you did not have me come all the way down here for this bullshit.

I did.

-And give me my… -Uh-uh!

Girl, that's good tea. Uh-uh.

No, it's not. It's not. This is some bullshit.

[snaps tongue] Fine. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Look, look, look.

His first bitch was named Gillian.

She done left the club, and we ain't seen her since.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait. Did you say Gillian?

Mm-hmm, Gillian.

[tense music playing]

Is this her?

Yeah, girl. That's her.

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

And is this the guy?

Mm. Yeah, that's him.

Look, are you sure that's him?

Yeah. That's my new whale.

How you know him?

That's my husband.

Oh.

Oh shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Did you fuck him?

Real good.

-He like me. -Oh.

He do-- Oh, he does?

That's the dick I was talking about with the veins.

Oh, that's the dick?

-Does it curve a little bit? -Ooh, and girth. Hello.

-Oh, okay. Oh. -Mm.

Oh wow.

You know, somebody told me to just keep my mouth full of stuff,

'cause I just be talking too much.

Damn.

-Girl. -Mm.

-I be running my mouth. -Be running your mouth and shit?

-Shit. -You be running stuff in your mouth.

-Mm-hmm. -Yeah? So you fucked him?

-Yeah, girl. -Hm.

I told you he like me.

-Okay. -[both chuckle]

When you fuck him?

-A few nights ago. -A few nights ago?

Mm-hmm.

Where you fuck him, Felicia? Where was… Where was it at?

Girl, right here in this room. [chuckles]

Look at this. This nasty shit. Look at that. Right here in this room?

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

-So you mad? -Oh no.

Not at all. Just found out you just fucking my husband.

I'm all sitting here all peachy and shit.

-Mm. Girl, I ain't know he was hubby. -Mm.

And he did not tell me he was married.

Oh, so you giving me my money back?

-Yeah. -Mm.

I need you to call me when he calls you.

Oh, look, he said he was coming through tonight.

Oh. Is he?

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

-Look, he wasn't tipping me shit. -Okay.

Don't tell him anything.

Shit, okay.

[club music playing]

♪ Doin' it slow mo ♪

♪ She doin' it, she doin' it ♪

♪ She doin' it slow mo ♪

♪ She doin' it, she doin' it ♪

♪ She doin' it slow mo ♪

♪ She doin' it, she doin' it ♪

♪ She doin' it slow mo ♪

♪ Hey… ♪

Hey.

Come on, papacito. You know you want this.

[grunts] No, I don't.

Then what's up?

Somehow I know you're gonna tell me.

What are you trying to get into?

Nothing here.

Oh, come on, papi.

This shit is gonna cost you. You know that, right?

I'm not paying for shit.

You're gonna have to.

Look at me.

Oh yes.

I'm definitely looking.

Do I look like I would pay for that ass?

[chuckles]

[inhales sharply]

But have you seen this ass?

[Varney sighs]

Hey, papi, wait.

You're a lawyer, right?

How the hell do you know that?

People talk. That's what I heard.

So what if I am?

I kind of need some legal help.

Ah, okay. So you trying to…

trade?

-[scoffs] -No, no, no.

[in Spanish] I'm not your whore.

[in English] And what the fuck does that mean?

That means that…

we could be friends…

with some benefits.

[scoffs]

[patrons cheering]

Get your motherfucking ass on the stage. The fuck is you doing?

-I'm sorry, sir. -Go.

Shit.

[music continues]

♪ She doin' it, she movin' in slow mo… ♪

[Varney sighs]

-And where were you? -I was in the bathroom.

Oh, in the bathroom, huh?

-Mallory… -You in the bathroom?

[dogs barking]

[tense music playing]

What happened?

-Nothing. -What you mean nothing?

-What did he say? -He… He just…

He just asked if I was there and if I knew anything.

And that's it?

I mean, he asked where Kimmie was.

I told him she wasn't there.

[inhaling sharply]

He ask about me?

Yeah. If you were here.

Shit.

But… I think it's gonna be okay.

How?

That kid didn't look that bad.

So that means that he could talk.

He probably won't remember that.

You think I wanna deal with a "probably"?

Rain…

you're good.

Mr. Bellarie has you protected in his will.

I don't even know… [tsks]

What?

What don't you know?

I don't even know if that's set.

Kimmie's supposed to call him tomorrow.

Call who, Mr. Bellarie?

No, the lawyer nigga.

Shit. Uh…

Can't do anything about it now.

No, we can't.

[both sigh]

You want some?

Japanigga, I don't know where your lips been.

Tryna give me something I can't get rid of.

Damn.

All the stuff you've been through at the club and you're worried about me?

And I'm still testing negative, so, yeah, I am.

Okay, fine.

More for me.

And I told Kimmie we need to keep our eye on Angel too.

Yeah, I know.

That nigga's balling out of control.

[sighs] I just don't understand why he's here though.

What you mean?

Why is Mr. Bellarie protecting him too?

We just like a family…

in a fucked up kind of way.

Hm.

-[sighs] -Oh yeah?

Yeah.

And that's it?

What?

[smacks lips] Nothing.

If you got somethin' to say, just spit it out.

No.

I'm just wondering, uh…

if he has something going on with you or Kimmie.

[scoffs]

You couldn't be further from the target.

-[sighs] -Mm. I see.

Just keep me posted on that kid, all right?

Yeah, I will.

["Eggs N Taters" by Idi X Teco playing]

♪ I ain't gonna stop 'Til I'm sitting at the top ♪

♪ With the greats, with the money And the diamonds all over me ♪

♪ Had to take a break to define myself ♪

♪ Like what's it gonna take to… ♪

[Rain] What the hell are you doing?

Turn that shit down. Got the crystals vibrating and shit.

[music stops]

What I was doing was I was watching you with him.

You still trusting that motherfucker?

Angel, I don't wanna talk to you about this. What the hell you got on?

Labels. Label shit. I'm going out.

Angel, I'm telling you, you need to lay low.

That shit ain't happening.

I can drive any car out there,

and I got these diamonds dancing on my neck.

Angel, how much have you spent?

That nigga ain't give me no limit.

But I'm damn sure trying to find one.

Angel, this is stupid.

-You need to be smart about this. -I am.

Shit, didn't you go shopping?

Look at the shit you got on.

Yeah, but I know how to lay low.

By going to the club the other night?

-What you talking about? -"What you talking about?"

Yeah, they told me you was there.

Well, I was there for a reason.

[tense music playing]

What reason?

I wanna buy it.

What?

Yeah.

You talking about this shit on my neck, and talking about buying the club?

No, I already talked to Kimmie about it.

I told her I'm not with all this bougie house shit.

I want the club.

Mm. That's right.

You don't like nice shit.

You want them roaches and rats and all that nasty-ass shit.

And, nigga, what you want besides Horace?

In here practicing your dancing form.

Don't start that shit with me.

I'm not in the mood.

Anyway, I'm serious.

I want the club.

Delinda dead anyway. I want it.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

Then you gotta go through Giovanni.

Who the hell is that?

Delinda's son.

-Delinda got a son? -Yeah.

He's named Giovanni, and he's got it in a will.

She had a damn will?

-She wasn't all the way stupid. -Damn.

I thought I could talk to Horace about getting it.

Nah, he ain't into no small-time shit like that.

[tsks] You got to, uh…

You gotta talk to Mr. Insane.

-You know him? -[chuckles] Yeah.

That nigga be on that shit.

He'd sell you that club for a dollar.

Oh, I really need to talk to him. Where he be at?

-He be hanging out where I'm going. -[chuckles] Well, shit, I'm going too.

Nah, nah, nah, nah. I don't need nobody cock-blocking me, yo.

-Angel, look at me. -I'm looking.

You the one that would be cock-blocking, nigga.

I'll be right back.

Hurry up.

Don't rush me.

I guess you getting some of them diamonds you telling me not to buy.

Shit. Tell me not to worry about my diamonds. Where my music at?

["Eggs N Taters" resumes]

♪ My DNA sure gets the evidence ♪

♪ Nigga and it's evident ♪

[music stops]

[bugs chirring]

[tense music playing]

[line ringing]

Jules.

Yeah.

[Norman] I've been calling you, man.

I've been dealing with something.

-You know I don't like to wait. -Yeah, I know.

How come you haven't called me back?

I'm sorry.

Is there something I can help you with?

I need an update on… on Harold and Gloria.

Nothing to update. It was a gas explosion.

Oh, good. Brilliant.

[Jules] Had the fire chief sign off.

How come I haven't heard it on the news?

No.

No. They don't want it reported too early.

Oh.

Why you sounding like that?

[Jules] Like what?

Like, uh, down.

Nah. I'm just, uh…

[Norman] What?

I'm an eerie type of calm.

Oh shit.

Who did what?

[Jules] Nah, it's nothing. I got it.

Is there anything else?

["Spotlight" by Biz Canton playing]

♪ Going all night Living my hype ♪

♪ In a whip all white The kicks off-white and the wrist on ice ♪

[engine whirring]

It's $55 to park here, man.

Fifty-five? [scoffs] Nigga, I park where I want to.

[chuckling] Oh, shit. You think so?

-You must be new. -Nah, man, I been here about a week.

-Well, nigga, you ain't acting like it. -Fifty-five, man. Come on.

Shit, with a car like this, you ought to be around back.

That's where the action at.

Y'all keep talking about the back, man. Nobody going behind there.

Listen, give me $500 and I'll show you.

-Five hundred dollars? Shit. -Yeah, man. Come on. You got it.

[chuckling]

Ah. It's really popping back there?

Nigga, just give me the money and you'll see.

Calm down, nigga. Shit.

Let me tell you somethin'. What's your name?

-Jimmy. -Jimmy. Okay.

If I give you 500 fucking dollars, nigga,

I better have the time of my motherfucking life.

Come on, man, you gonna wanna give me more and more after that, I promise you.

So go around back to the black gate, and I'll let them know you pulling around.

All right. [scoffs]

We gonna see.

All right. Yo, goofy-ass nigga coming around back.

Hey, watch your mouth, nigga.

["Spotlight" continues faintly]

["Bahama Water" by AP FALEAP playing]

♪ Down in Nassau, the water the bluest ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Down in Nassau Where the water the bluest… ♪

-[Rain] Damn. -[Angel] Uh-huh.

See how they looking?

[Rain] Park over there.

On the street?

Yeah.

Hell nah, not in this.

Angel, the VIP is like $300.

Is it your money?

Is it yours?

Damn right it is. I earned this shit.

You see this shit?

When we pay, there's no waiting in line.

[chuckles] This shit feel good.

Well, it don't feel right to me.

-You sound like Kimmie. -No, I don't.

Ah. Now I get it. You didn't get a credit card.

[tsks] What, you trying to say I'm jealous or something?

I'm trying to say you something.

-I'm just looking out for you. -Yourself.

We good.

You see this?

I'm tired of being the nigga at the end of the line.

We walking in this shit,

no matter what it costs.

["Bahama Water" continues]

♪ Bitch got a rod in her purse ♪

♪ I gotta lead on some shit I can work ♪

♪ Telling my cousin To pull up and get it ♪

♪ He drop that shit off And meet back by the curb ♪

♪ Aye, goo you long lived ♪

♪ Was begging and bumming Till I got my own shit ♪

♪ I'm in the zone, bitch ♪

♪ And I'm so wavy, I feel like an ocean ♪

[engine revs]

[tires screech]

["Pool Racks" by Neighbors playing]

Damn. This place is lit.

-Angel. -What?

You buying VIP and shit?

You damn right.

Man, we about to be popping bottles in this bitch. You feel me?

Yeah!

-Angel! -What?

Where is Giovanni?

He's in one of these booths or somethin'.

-Okay. -Hey, baby.

Hey, bring me some bottles.

-Angel, can you get him? Where is he? -Will you relax?

I'm tryna talk business.

And I'm tryna have some fun with her.

Excuse me.

Come on.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Excuse me.

["Brand New Amiri" by Kuya playing]

-[Varney] You ready to go or what? -[Mallory] No, I'm not. So drink up.

I don't wanna drink anything. I wanna go.

Varney, just have a fucking drink.

Mallory, look around.

What?

Look at what's going on. You know what time it is?

-What time is it? -It's the bewitching hour.

What the… What the hell does that mean?

Mallory, look around and see all these people fucking.

[moaning]

Oh, no, this is disgusting as shit.

Exactly.

So let's go. Shit.

["KnowDat" by Rod D ft. SodaMan FR playing]

Angel!

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

[Angel exhales]

-You think you the man, huh? -You damn right.

I don't got time for this. Where is Giovanni?

That's Giovanni.

Giovanni!

Yo.

This is Rain.

Hey, Rain.

[Rain] Hey.

He's… he's out of it.

How am I supposed to talk to him?

Just talk to him.

Excuse me.

[Giovanni coughing]

Hey.

[Giovanni] Yo.

Can you hear me?

Yeah. [coughing]

Look, I wanna buy the club.

You wanna buy this club?

No. Yo mama's club.

[tense music playing]

Oh. Somebody shot her.

Oh, really?

-Yeah. -Mm.

-Yeah. -Fuck. [inhales sharply]

Shit's sad, bro.

Yeah.

God rest her soul.

[shuddering] She was a good woman, bro.

[Rain] Mm.

So, what do you wanna do about the club?

I don't want that.

Well, you should sell it to me.

I don't own the building.

But you own the license and the liquor license.

Yeah, I think so, but…

they won't even let me see the books.

-Who? -Nobody.

Every single time I go there…

[spluttering] …they, they just won't let me see it.

-Is that right? -[shakily] Yeah.

Fuck.

[sniffles]

-[exhales] -Look, I can get you in there.

How you gonna do that?

Y'all trying to hide something from me?

No. [scoffs]

It's all good. Look, I got you.

I can take you.

You sure?

Yeah.

Can we go tomorrow?

Tomorrow's perfect.

All right.

Okay.

I… I do have to work, though.

That's fine. We gotta go in the evening anyway.

All right.

-All right. -Sounds good.

[chuckles] Shit, you fine as fuck.

-Okay, thank you. -You tryna-- Damn.

You… should probably sit down.

Oh, man. Where's Angel?

-Angel. -[Angel] Yeah?

[growling] Let's turn up!

Turn up, man!

-Turn up! -[Giovanni] Give me a shot!

Take that shit, man. Pull up. Hey, pour my nigga a shot.

[music stops]

Look, just go get the car. I need to tell her something.

-Listen, I will wait for you. -Don't--

Varney, just go get the fucking car.

I'll get the car. Fuck.

["Normal" by $Dolla playing]

♪ I just want to shoot the shot ♪

♪ Like I'm always on the clock… ♪

Hey, can I get my car? Thanks.

Papi, you leaving?

Yes.

But you didn't give me your phone number.

I did that on purpose.

I could really use a friend right now.

Well, dance your ass back up in the club and go get a friend.

You know I won't find the right person.

Well, you didn't find the right one out here either, all right? Just…

Papi, it's about me and my sister. We could really--

-Hey. -We need the help.

Hey, I'm not giving you my number. All right?

[sniffling] Just take mine, okay? Just take it.

Okay, I got it.

[car engine starts]

[Varney sighs]

Can you please call me?

Nigga, didn't I just tell you I don't wanna fucking pay for sex?

-Can you just leave me alone? -I'm sorry.

-It's-- -Shit!

[voice breaking] I'm sorry.

All right, listen, I'm sorry. I'm having a shitty day.

Yeah, tell me about it.

All right, well, good night.

I hope it gets better when you call me.

-Just have a good night. -Hey, what the fuck you doing?

Get yo ass back in the club. You don't speak fucking English?

Hey, did y'all get his car?

You pull that shit like you did my boys,

nigga, I will blow your fucking brains out.

Get his car. What the fuck?

Come on, $40, nigga. That's plus tip.

-Hey, chill out. -Why the fuck you looking at me like that?

I got it. Go back in the club.

-About to get his ass. -I got it, man.

Mr. Varney, I'm Officer Trackson.

-What's his name? -It's Andy, sir.

Andy what?

Andy Mendelsohn. Why? Something wrong?

No.

I know Mrs. Bellarie rode with you. Uh, where is she?

-She wanted me to wait for her. -Don't worry, I got it.

I'll go get her.

-You do that. -All right, I will.

-[Roy moaning] -[moaning] Yeah.

[grunting]

Damn, what the fuck you doing back here?

[Roy groans]

[panting] What you want, man?

Shit, I got a call back here for somebody else,

and you back here fucking this bitch?

I don't give a fuck. Go on with that shit.

Shit, no, nigga.

-Move, bitch. -Ah! What the fuck? [yelps]

[club music playing]

♪ Got 'em starin' in my McLaren I'm gonna make the shit go vroom ♪

♪ I get all I want 'Cause I'm the richest in the room ♪

♪ Boom, you can't stress me out… ♪

Nigga, that's my fucking dick.

You're a crazy motherfucker, you know that?

Come here.

[Felicia and Roy moaning]

-[Felicia moaning] Give me that shit. -[Roy] Fucking bitch.

[Roy grunting]

[Felicia] Oh, Daddy.

-[Felicia and Mallory grunting] -Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-[Felicia] Stop! Stop! Stop! -Shit!

[Felicia] Please! No!

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪ -♪ In the air ♪

♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪ -♪ Ay! ♪

-♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I ain't making no messes, bitch I make the news ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ All my exes in Texas Like a Western movie ♪

♪ Day time I laid the bitch And got a smoothie ♪

♪ No FaceTime can't show no face That's how I movin' ♪

♪ Bitch, I'ma say holy no Latter-day Badder-day ♪

♪ On the 101 like Zoey And I'm on the chase, ay ♪

-♪ Sweat, sweat ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Wanna see you sweat Like you crackin' sex ♪

♪ Sweat, okay bet ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Wanna see you sweat when we drop it down And that earth shake ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪ -♪ In the air ♪

-♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪ -♪ Ay! ♪

♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪ -♪ In the air ♪

-♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪ -♪ Ay! ♪

♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪

-♪ Lemme take you on a trip to Ibiza ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yo this bitch I'll do anything to please her, ha ♪

♪ And she knows if I want it I don't need her ♪

♪ What ♪

-♪ Say it ain't so like I'm Weezer ♪ -♪ Ay ♪

♪ I just wanna smoke 'Til my bro grab a squeezer ♪

♪ And my neck ice cold out the freezer ♪

♪ Sweat, sweat ♪

♪ Wanna see ou sweat Like you crackin' sex ♪

♪ Sweat, okay bet ♪

♪ Wanna see you sweat when we drop it down And that earth shake ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪ -♪ In the air ♪

-♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪ -♪ Ay! ♪

♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪ -♪ In the air ♪

-♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪ -♪ Ay! ♪

♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

[music fades]