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[Mercedes] Last week onP-Valley, y'all...

Don't leave here tonight

without confirming your transfers, now.

You sho' you flipt me all my scrilla?

I need you to book me on a tour.

-What would be the draw? -Keyshawn.

So, you wanna go on tour

in the middle of a fuckin' pandemic?

'Memba Murda Night, tho?

[Keyshawn] Get off him!

Can you imagine if you woulda killed Derrick that night?

Keyshawn, get the fuck outta here

and go back to yo' redneck babydaddy.

Who woulda thunk Lil' Wayne

would someday become the mayor of Chucalissa?

Me and Pastor Woodbine's little cassinah referendum

that could is gone be right under yo' name.

[Wayne] That's something that Mayor Ruffin wanted,

and I'm committed to honoring his legacy.

The Governor of Mississippi has just announced

that lockdown will end next week.

I'm auditioning for some new girls.

Nobody said nuthin' 'bout getting some new girls.

More girls in the rotation'll

give your shoulder a chance to heal.

-It's fine. -[Andre] What is this?

Promise Land still gone need them that waterfront property.

Clifford Sayles ain't selling.

But thenew owner might.

[dramatic music plays]

[DJ Chose's "Thick Remix" [ft. Kilokay] playing]

♪ Ain't that DJ Chose over there? ♪

♪ Mm, look like DJ Chose. Hmm. ♪

[DJ Chose] ♪ What's up, Roulette? ♪

♪ What's up, Ki? ♪

♪ What's up, Whisper? Damn, I want all three ♪

Oh, you need to gone on ova thur

and apply to be a sweeper.

You got life all the way fucked up,

you thank I'm a ugly-ass sweeper.

[DJ Chose] ♪ What's up, Roulette? ♪

♪ What's up, Ki? ♪

♪ What's up, Whisper? Damn, I want all three ♪

♪ Ooh, Ashley, hey ♪

♪ Ooh, Ashley, hey ♪

♪ I get hard when she walk past me ♪

♪ 'Cause she thick ♪

♪ Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick [Thick] ♪

♪ Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick [Thick] ♪

Gimme me yo' name and gimme yo' number.

They call me Big Bone, baby.

Well, Big Bone, meet Big L.

[DJ Chose] ♪ Fuck, I want all of 'em ♪

[Bubba Sparxxx's "Ms. New Booty" playing]

[Ying Yang Twins] ♪ Booty, booty, booty ♪

♪ Booty rocking everywhere ♪

♪ Booty, booty, booty, booty, rocking everywhere ♪

♪ Booty, booty, booty, booty, rocking everywhere ♪

♪ Rocking everywhere, rocking everywhere ♪

[Bubba Sparxxx] ♪ I found you, Ms. New Booty ♪

♪ Get it together then bring it back to me ♪

♪ Hit the players' club, for 'bout a month or two ♪

♪ Put a tan on it, then see what it do ♪

Put that out!

♪ Get it together ♪

-♪ Then bring it back to me ♪ -Oh, my God.

♪ Hit the players' club ♪

♪ For 'bout a month or two ♪

♪ Put a tan on it, then see what it do ♪

♪ Girl, I don't need you, but you need me ♪

♪ Take it off, let it flop, shake it freely ♪

♪ And I don't tell stories I let 'em tell theyself ♪

♪ And you don't gotta sell sex, girl, it sell itself ♪

♪ Like nuttin' else, yeah, I'm a country boy ♪

♪ But the big city bottom... ♪

[Uncle Clifford] Ooo-hoo! Werk, bitch!

We-ee-ee-eerk!!!

Yeeessss!

Ooh, now, that bitch ate!

[laughing]

Who gone beat HUH?!

♪ ♪

[Ying Yang Twins] ♪ Booty, booty, booty ♪

♪ Booty rocking everywhere ♪

♪ Booty, booty, booty, booty, rocking everywhere ♪

♪ Booty, booty, booty, booty, rocking everywhere ♪

♪ Rocking everywhere, rocking everywhere ♪

[Bubba Sparxxx] ♪ I found you Ms. New Booty ♪

♪ Get it together, then bring it back to me ♪

♪ Hit the players' club for 'bout a month or two ♪

♪ Put a tan on it, then see what it do ♪

♪ I found you Ms. New Booty ♪

♪ Get it together, then bring it back to me ♪

♪ Hit the players' club for 'bout a month or two ♪

♪ Put a tan on it, then see what it do ♪

[cheers and applause]

♪ Get it ripe, get it right, hit it tight ♪

♪ Get it ripe, get it right, hit it tight ♪

♪ Get it ripe, get it right, hit it tight ♪

♪ ♪

[tense music plays]

[Jucee Froot] ♪ Down in the valley ♪

♪ Where the girls get naked ♪

♪ If you throwin' bands ♪

♪ Then you know she gon' shake it ♪

♪ One, two, break 'em ♪

♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪

[Jucee Froot] ♪ 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 none but scream and shout ♪

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

♪ Take the shit with shine, got to 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 ♪

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[person] Ooh chile, okay.

[Uncle Clifford] I know some of y'all bitches gone be maaad.

[slurps and pops tongue]

But thass life.

Cuz there's only a few pole assassin spots

up in 'chere for next week's

Grand Re-Re-RE Opening of The Pynk.

Just know this ain't a "no," just a "not yet." Hmm?

Now, a round of applause for the best pole

ass-ass-ass-ass-assassin round these hure parts--

MERRRRCCC-EEEEDDDEEEES!!!

[cheers and applause]

All right.

When I call y'all name, I'ma need you to come on down hure

and touch this here center pole.

-Whisper. -YESSS!!!

[giggles]

Roulette.

[gum popping]

And the last spot goes to--

-Big Bone. -Yes, ma'am! Ha!

Big Bone. She's got a great... look.

[Mercedes] By whooo standards?

By mine's.

[Autumn] And erry other man's.

Big L, don't you got some shit to fix?

[Mercedes] See, bitches thank this shit

just about poppin' yuh booty cheeks.

You gotsta be able to gangsta walk on the ceiling,

you want these niggahs to throw sumthin'.

[Uncle Clifford] Now, you the one that said

Mercedes was gone get to pick a pack, nanh.

Yeah, and that fat booty-bitch

ain't gone be on my pole and can't do shit.

[Autumn] Well, you can teach her some tricks.

I ain't no mu'fuckin' coach.

You are,actually.

[Uncle Clifford] Ooh, okay, I'm ge'ting' outta hure.

Fine.

You don't want her on the pole,

I could use that face

and those titties behind the bar.

Big Bone, can you come with me, love?

[Uncle Clifford] Mmm...

-[Mercedes] Uncle Clifford? -Hmm?

You just gone let her up and disregard the bitch

thass gone be surfing on these hoes?

[Uncle Clifford] Chile, I ain't--

-Aye, bawse. -[both] Yes?

[Uncle Clifford] Ooh.

[Big L] Got some folks hure to see you.

Well, tell 'em we ain't open...

yet.

Well, closed legs don't get fed.

Corbin, didn't I say don't bring yo' ass up in hure?

And you know that ain't how Uncle Clifford rule 1,729 go!

Well, seem like lately

the rules done switched up on allus.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[cell phone chimes]

-[Sheriff Bailey] It's not that simple. -[Derrick] Yeah, it is simple.

[Sheriff Bailey] Well, no. What do you mean? I mean-

[Derrick] He fucking attacked me!

He put his hs on me, and he should be fucking put in jail!

[Sheriff Bailey] I know.

[indistinct chatter]

[Sheriff Bailey] You ever- you ever heard of hearsay?

-No. I-I told you what happened. -It's like I'm telling you--

That is what happened.

No, I understand, but it's not admissible.

-Do you understand? -No.

Well, you're not listening.

Oh, oh thank yuh, darling.

I just don't understand it.

[Sheriff Bailey] Well, since no one was witness

to who or what started the fight,

the city don't feel comfortable bringing charges.

[Derrick] So he's just gonna get away

with attacking me for no fucking reason?

[Sheriff Bailey] No, no, no.

Lord knows the boy ain't perfect.

Hell, I-I was surprised that the Dollah Sto'

even hired his ass based on his Army record.

But if I charge Diamond with assault and battery,

seem like I'd have to charge you too...

[baby crying]

Stay,

babe...

I'll go get her.

[crying continues]

[Sheriff Bailey clears throat]

[door slams]

[objects clatter]

[Keyshawn] Thank you, Sheriff Bailey, fuh' comin' by.

I'm so glad we can finally put

all this Murda Night mess to bed.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

Is it safe to say you're not working at The Pynk no more?

Oh, uh, no. No-no-no-no-no-no.

Hope you ain't doing none of that internetstuff.

Wha--Unh-unh! Ain't nobody doing porn.

[Sheriff Bailey] Okay, okay.

But I do got my own online fan base.

-What? -Here.

[Sheriff Bailey] Let me see.

Oh, left my readers in the car.

[Keyshawn] I'm a influencer slash pole entertainer now!

[Sheriff Bailey laughs]

Got me a manager and errythang.

Ooh, fact, if you ever need any of these weight loss teas--

[Sheriff Bailey] Oh, no, no, no, no.

Don't worry 'bout me, I want to stay a "stout junt".

[chuckles]

Well, The Pynk surely is the stepping stone

Uncle Clifford set it out to be, y'know?

I'm not sure she ever thought one of her strippers

was gonna become a new owner, though...

Well...

-Yeah. -[Sheriff Bailey chuckles]

That, um, Autumn Night sho'll glowed up good.

[Sheriff Bailey] Yeah, she sho'll did.

Did you ever get her realname?

You never ask a stripper her real name.

She gotta give it to you. Gotta earn it.

Yes, ma'am. [chuckles]

See, bitches thank this shit easy.

[gum popping]

[shoes thud loudly]

Ooooh, I felt that in my scapula.

Aye, Big Mama...

I can slide on thru to the 7-Eleven

pick you up some of that green alcohol.

[Big L chuckles]

Big L, what the fuck you laughin' fuh?

-Y'all gone, get some water. -[gum popping]

I know this lil' bitch

ain't just insinuate I was a grandmama...

[chuckles] Aye, what you thank

'bout these new chrome poles and this rang?

[Mercedes] I'on know 'bout that thur rang,

but poles got less slip, less flex.

But I loves me a wobbly-ass brass pole, tho.

Well, chrome is what the big bawse wanted.

[clicks tongue] You mean MassaAutumn?

[Big L] Yeah, I know thass right.

She mighta got us up out the hole,

but even the Devil started out a angel...

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

We appreciate the lil' dick offer.

But somehow we just wonder

if there might be some bigger dick out in the sea.

Five months ago, you were right here

on your knees bucked-naked

trying to make a dollar out of 75 cent,

and now you're saying no to ahalf a million dollars ?

Have y'all walked around Pussy Valley lately?

You can't throw a rock without hitting five businesses

that ain't closed down since this shit hit.

Yeah. I'm failing to see the logic in all of this.

My client is offering you 15 times market value.

Well, there is "market value", and then there's "worth".

As we all know, the market conforms to supply and demand,

need and desire.

IfThe Pynk were to be sold, she would require her worth.

But need and desire drives the value in this case.

Need and desire is worth 10 Ms, not half of one.

[Corbin] Ten million?

Bitch, you outcho godforsaken mind--

Ah, ah, ah, aht, Corbin!

Now, you sittin' over hure talking 'bout five months ago,

she was on her knees in this booth shaking ass fuh cash.

It wun't but five years ago you ain't had a pot

to piss in nor a window to throw it out of.

Well, thank God for dead daddies.

[Uncle Clifford] And dead mayors, too.

See, y'all think y'all low-key slick.

Y'all trying to come scoop up The Pynk

cuz y'all thank these Promised Land folk

gone still come to Chucalissa

and build that mu'fuckin' cassinah, now.

But thanks to me, the people gotsa vote

on that mu'fuckin' cassinah, nanh.

Well, niggahs like to gamble, so I ain't worried about that.

But I highly doubt that these niggahs gone come out

in the middle of a pandemic

and vote fuh yo' cracker brother--

who the only cracker to vote fuh.

Chile, they ain't even got a Club Cracker on the menu.

Just Ritz.

If this referendum go throughor not,

The Pynk isOFF the auction block.

The Pynk is now open to satisfy errybody need and desire.

[Big L] Uncle Clifford, yo' flyers are hure.

Excurse me, I got some real business to take cur of.

[Corbin sighs]

The Pynk may be open, but best believe,

Miss Rona gone be her number-one customer.

There will come a point where you will want to sell,

needto sell.

And I'll be right here waitin' with my onedollar.

Don't let the do' hit you where the good Lord split yuh.

But, Corbin, I know you likes a good ass whuppin',

so let it do what it do, then.

"The Pynk Grand Re-Re-Re Opening

this--THIS Friday Night"?

Hell of a way to celebrate your birthday tomorrow...

Tomorrow's your birthday?

Happy 40th, Clifford.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Uncle Clifford sighs] Look, we fosta open up next week.

You done changed it to fuckin' tomorrow?

If you're mad the opening's

gonna be on your birthday, we could--

Oh, fuck my 40th! Don't nobody cur about that.

The Pynk just ain't ready to open her legs just yet.

She in need of a douche bad, chile.

Plus, we ain't got no DJ!

Big L's CDs got us through Pussyland.

-Aww! -Let him be the DJ.

Chile, I would rather put Ernestine in plastic

and put her on the mic.

You just gone haveta move the date.

If we don't start stacking money now,

we gone find ourselves taking Corbin up on his offer.

IsTHAT what you want?

You know where we are and why we are where we are,

so I suggest you follow my lead.

Heiffa, you might be the owner, but you ain't the bawse.

You high-stepped Yo' yellah tail up in hure

on some flodgin'-ass, perpetrating-ass,

-fake-ass shit and scammed up. -[nails clicking]

Round of applause, bitch, but you better recognize

whichbitch gets the most applause 'round 'chere.

You like the applause so much,

maybe you should fucking DJ! -Oooh!

Seems like that's the only thing you good at

is running. Yo' mouth. Steada running this club.

Ooh, you know what?! You know what?!

[laughs] Oooh, oooh, you know what?

You know what? You know what?

[laughs] You know what? You know--Mm-mm.

Hmm, you know what?

[breathes deeply] I'm too much of a cat

to be fucked by a kitten.

[breathes deeply]

Who approved this shit?!

But that's Uncle Clifford birthday!

Is there, like, some Google Calendar

-I should be on? -Aaht!

Don't worry about it, 'Cedes, cuz we gone see

how Autumn-Night- LaKiesha-Hailey-Savage

do all on her lil' lonesome tomorrow

for the Grand Re-Re-RE Opening!

[heels clicking off]

[upbeat hip hop beat plays]

♪ All right, we going ♪

♪ Where the blessings reside, where the blessings reside ♪

♪ Where the blessings reside, where the blessings reside ♪

♪ Now, I done told y'all befo', you know what we do ♪

♪ We givin' out food baskets, hand sanitizer, too ♪

♪ You better ask somebody ♪

♪ Cuz we do this all the time, and that's what? ♪

♪ Where the blessings reside, where the blessings reside ♪

♪ Where the blessings reside, where the blessings reside ♪

[Ernestine, mockingly] ♪ Where the blessings reside ♪

[scoffs] How this hoe became a pastor...

-[scoffs, chuckles] -[door opens, closes]

[whimpering]

Damn. Shit.

[sighs, groans] Lord have mercy.

What this bitch do now?

Oooh, oooh, oooh! Oooh, oooh!

Hoooh, this heiffa got me so haaawwwt!

She done moved the Grand Re-Re-RE Opening

-to tomorrow. -Tomorrow?

I just don't know why you don't kill this bitch.

You know what? It don't matter.

Cuz she can burn that hoe down to the ground if she wanna.

I ain't gone be thur!

Oooh, w-well, then maybe we can do something fuh yuh birthday.

Maybe we can do a Boom Boom Room Zoom

with all yuh ace boon coons!

No, no, no! I don't want to do nuthin' for my birthday!

I don't wanna see nobody for my birthday!

I don't want nuthin'...

...for my birthday.

I'ma--I'm finna be a 40-year-old heiffa

still living with my Granmuva.

And I ain't had no dick in five fuckin' months!!!

[shouts]

[laughing]

-Well... -[door slams]

...try 15 fuckin' years without no dick!

-[chuckles] -[Uncle Clifford sobbing]

I ain't got no sympathy fuh yo' ass.

[Uncle Clifford] It's been too long, Lord God.

-[continues indistinctly] -[grunts]

[knock at door]

Clifford!

Niggah, you finish cryin'?

Clifford!

No! Leave me alone!

Oh, heyell. Never mind.

I'll do it my damn self. [grunts]

Who dis smellin' like a smoke-out?

Miss Ernestine, how you been doin'?

Ah! Lil' Murda! [laughs]

I can't hear you.

Take that shit off and come up hure!

Aw, I'on know, Miss Ernestine.

I was just trying to be a lil' respectful.

[Ernestine] Fine![chuckles]

Give a bitch a hug!

I can do that. I can do that.

[Ernestine] Oooooh, goodness, I ain't seen you in months!!!

But, you know, I learnt something since.

[Lil' Murda] What's that?

[Ernestine] M-I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I,

uh, crooked letter, crooked letter, I,

humpback, humpback, I. [laughs]

Oooooh, chile, a bitch had forgot

how to spell Mississippi...

[laughs] ...'til that song come along.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Awww, I'm surprised y'all listen to me in this house.

[Ernestine] Aww, heyell, you famous.

[Lil' Murda] I ain't too famous for you, tho.

[Ernestine] Awww...

I was just, uh, stoppin' by right quick

cuz I wanted to leave Cliff a-a message.

[Ernestine] A message?

[Lil' Murda] Yeah...

You know, I, uh...

[somber music plays]

been texting...

♪ ♪

I ain't never got no reply back, you know?

I just--I just wanted to let Cliff know

that I coulda--

--shoulda handled things different.

And I know betta now...

Um...

Just wanted to say all that 'fo I go on tour.

[Ernestine] Tour?! See, I told you you famous!

[Lil' Murda] It's just my first one, tho.

[Ernestine] Ooooh.

How I wish I could see it.

Yeah, me too.

[Ernestine] Well, I-I'm sho' gone give

Clifford yo' message.

Thank you.

It's good seeing you, Miss Ernestine.

[Ernestine] Mmhmm.

♪ ♪

You talkin' 'bout missin' some dick.

Amazon just delivered it to yo' do'.

[Andre] I know, babe.

I know.

But I got named the executor of Ruffin's estate,

so I'ma have to hang around 'til the will reading.

Brit, let me call you back.

[water hissing]

[dramatic music plays]

[children] ♪ Down In the valley, hanky-panky ♪

♪ Bullfrogs jump From bank to bank ♪

♪ They say Oooh! Ahhh! Skittle! Skat! Big! Fat! Pow! ♪

[laughter]

♪ Down in the valley Hanky-panky ♪

♪ Bullfrogs jump From bank to bank ♪

♪ They say Oooh! Ahhh! Skittle! Skat! Big! Fat! Pow! ♪

[laughter]

♪ Down in the valley Hanky-panky, bullfrogs... ♪

Uh, excuse me. I was just wondering--

-Oh! Uh... -That's Tydell godson, fool.

The one that was on the TV at the funeral.

Bitch-ass niggah, you can't just skroll up on our grass

all masked up like that.

You better take that shit off and announce yo'self, foo!

Sorry to bother y'all.

I just see all of these water hoses coming from his house.

Well, you know, Tydell pay our skreet water bill

when we get a lil' behind.

And we behind five months skrong, nanh.

Some us five years skrong.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Ten K a month for water.

♪ ♪

[chuckling]

This fuckin' Robin Hood niggah!

♪ ♪

[Ruffin] Abraham!

[Ruffin] Bitch-ass niggah. Get that camera on.

Watch this. Andre!

Andre!

Let's do that again, bwoy. Watch this.

Watch this.

Tell 'em.

What you wana be when you grow up?

[Young Andre] Superman!

[Tydell] Come on, little niggah,

tell 'em what you told me.

[Young Andre] Okay, okay. I'ma be the president.

[Abraham] You can't be that.

They ain't gone let you be that.

Aye maine, why don't you shut the fuck up, niggah?

♪ ♪

You know what?

Fuck what that niggah over thur say, all right?

You know what? No, fuck 'em all. Come here.

There gone be people out here

that gone always say what you can't do...

Always talkin' about what you can't do.

SoYOU need to show THEM that you can.

-You understand, little king? -[Young Andre] Mm.

[Ruffin] You a king. You heard me?

Now, I'ma tell your daddy to kiss my Black ass.

One day you gone 'memba this

cuz I'ma show you how to do it.

Kiss my Black ass!

So, you went to the Dollah Sto' to see Diamond, huh?

No... What are you talkin' about?

I'm talkin' about you going to the Dollah Sto'

last Thursday at 12:24 in the afternoon.

O-okay, okay, okay.

I saw him, but I just wanted a Moon Pie.

And I didn't even know he worked there, okay?

-[baby fusses] -I'm sorry. I'm so--

DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME!

♪ ♪

Don't you lie to me.

I-I knew--I knew you'd get mad. Hell, I was mad.

He--he was y-yelling at people. He even yelled at me.

Wait a minute. He yelled at you?

Yeah.

A litt-- just a little bit, like...

-A little. -This motherfucker!

-Derrick, please! -[objects clattering]

[baby fussing]

[objects clattering]

[baby wailing]

Derrick, what are you--

Hello.

Yeah. I'd like to file a complaint.

Yeah, the guy that works security for the store,

he harassed my girlfriend.

Yeah.

What'd he say?

KEY, WHAT DID HE SAY?!

[sighs] H-he was just hollerin'

and screamin' about wearin' a mask.

Oh, you've gotten other complaints before?

Well, there you fuckin' go.

Y'all need to fire this fucker

before somebody fires him from his FUCKIN' LIFE!

♪ ♪

Fuckin' asshole.

[Keyshawn] Yeah.

He sat up there,

he was straight up lying,

saying you called him a-a "gutter nigger."

♪ ♪

Who even says shit like that, ya know?

♪ ♪

These guys'll say anything.

You know me, Key.

You know I'd never say that.

Never.

♪ ♪

They just don't know what me and you have been through...

♪ ♪

How'd you know I went to the Dollah Sto'?

Sheriff mentioned he worked there,

and I get your location sent to my phone, so...

Oh...

I-I just... wanted to go out...

and get some air...

But it's dangerous out there.

Things are getting back to normal--

No, no, things are never

getting back to normal, Keyshawn.

But the clubs are opening up again, Derrick.

And Rome, like, offered me to go on tour--

-Is he fuckin' insane? --with Lil' Murda.

Are youfuckin' insane?

You will get shot before you get sick!

Derrick, I want to perform again--

-You can do it online. -It's not the same--

YEAH, IT'S BETTER!

You don't need to be out there rippin' and runnin'

to some ghetto-ass strip clubs to make a quick buck!

♪ ♪

When's it gonna be enough, huh?

♪ ♪

When we finally get that house we've been working fuh.

When we get that backyard

fuh Regal and Jayden to play in.

When we get that Jacuzzi to make love in.

When we finally achieve our dreams.

♪ ♪

Hey. Hey...

♪ ♪

Tell Rome to come by, and we'll talk.

♪ ♪

Come here.

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music plays]

[knocking on window, window whirs]

Slow yo' roll.

You is really tryna to kill a niggah.

Well, at least I wouldn't have to pick up a body.

-You couldn't get no tour bus? -You got tour bus money?

'Sides, you ridin' in a F & G Funeral Home classic,

-so shut the fuck up. -[line trilling]

Aye, it's official.

The Dirty Dozen Tour start tomorrow.

-What you doing, little niggah? -Sorry, my dude.

I ain't gone be able to make it.

What, you staying back and DJing at The Pynk?

Naw. Naw. Naw, I'm ova here in Atlanta.

This producer got fired, and this artist wanted me

to crank in a new track for 'em.

Might be somethin' you need to jump on.

Yo, whatever, niggah.

-Come on, don't be mad. -[line beeping]

[scoffs]

[Artist] Run that beat back for a real bitch.

[chuckles]

[Lil' Murda] Awww, you drove me out here

so I'd remember how far a niggah done come, huh?

Naw, your buggy ass need some security...

What the fuck you talking 'bout, maine?

[buzzer sounds]

[door opens]

[Rick Ross' "B.M.F. [Blowin' Money Fast]" playing]

[Rick Ross] ♪ Unh ♪

♪ Unh ♪

♪ We blowin' money fast on this side, niggah ♪

♪ Catch up, niggah ♪

♪ I think I'm Big Meech, unh Larry Hoover ♪

♪ Whippin' work ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ One nation ♪

♪ Under God ♪

♪ Real niggahs gettin' money from the fuckin' start ♪

[laughter]

Peanut-head-looking ass, ugly-ass niggah.

That old Twinkie-colored, Gucci '99-wearing-ass niggah.

Yo, this circa 2009, niggah.

Damn, you been in that long?

[rapper] ♪ ...from the fuckin' start ♪

♪ My Rolls-Royce triple black ♪

Yeah. Yeah.

[rapper] ♪ Ballin' in the club ♪

♪ Bottles like I'm Meechy, hoe ♪

♪ Rozay, that's my nickname ♪

[Lil' Murda laughing] Yeah.

Wodddyyy.

Why you ain't rockin' that red and green?

Oh, I forgot you too good to be a Hurt Village Hustler.

-[laughter] -Here, right there.

Somebody gotta be alive to bury all y'all niggahs.

-[Lil' Murda] Ah, shit. -[laughter]

Let's get the fuck outta here.

[Lil' Murda] Yeah, he back.

[rapper] ♪ Where my comrades? ♪

Oh-ho, these niggahs got some Moon Pies?

-Those ain't for you, foo. -Hey, hey!

Aw, shit, maine. Look at this niggah, maine.

-'Preciate you! -Yeah. Let's ride.

[laughs]

[Rome] I just got a contract

for the whole Southeast District

of Camae's Beauty Supply.

They gone put Miss Sipp Lashes on every counter, maine.

We already got the Miss Sipp Teas

and the Miss Sipp Waist Trainer.

And now this Dirty Dozen Tour.

Hoo!

Yeah, but a tour right now?

Her rider gone be Rihanna level, maine.

Wipe-down 'fo she even arrive--

Naw. Nah, that's not what I'm talking about.

It's Lil' Murda.

I don't like the way that guy looks at her.

All Blue Guap clients get C-level suites.

Now, I don't know nuthin' about what his manager doing for him.

That ain't none of my concern.

But the Blue Guap Princess, she will only get the best.

Do accommodations come off my cut of the door?

[scoffs] I mean, well, that's standard--

And other tour amenities, such as travel and costumes,

does that come off the door as well?

-I mean, well, you know-- -I don't know, Rome.

When it's all said and done,

if my cut is covering

the operating costs of the tour,

well, revenue will, like...

-be a wash. -Listen--

All that to leave my lil' babies right nanh?

Twelve nights feel like forever.

-[stammers] -The Blue Guap Princess

would miss her little prince so much.

'Sides, Derrick 'bout to get this management position.

It all just might not be worth it.

[dramatic hip-hop music plays]

[sniffing loudly]

I'on know what the fuck just happened, maine.

'Fo y'all picked me up, she told me to slide on through

and try and convince old boy.

We might have to go Django a bitch.

Now, she tryin' to insinuate that Blue Guap

ain't givin' her a good deal.

-Are y'all? -What? Niggah, fuck you!

The brands that I brought on

is paying for this whole mu'fuckin' tour.

And the only reason they comin'

is cuz of Keyshawn Black ass.

Now she ova hure tryna act like--

[violent choking]

[Rome] What the fuck?!

What's wrong with this niggah, maine?

You ain't never played Killer?

-Naw. -It's a party game.

So, basically, somebody get picked to be The Killer.

And if they wink at you,

you gotta die 30 seconds later.

[scoffs] So, let me guess.

On account that it's just Lil' Murda

and Big Teak in the back

and Big Teak just died, Lil' Murda must be The Killer.

-Bingo. -[Big Teak] Hey, hey, hey.

Ooooh. How macabre.

Yeah, but we gone need more than three niggahs

in the back of a hearse to play it good, tho.

Yeah.

We gone need this bitch.

[sniffs]

[cell phone vibrates]

[S3nsi Molly & Lil Brook' "Texas" playing]

[S3nsi Molly] Ooh, ooh. Ha ha. Hey.

[engine turning over]

Hey, throw it, bae. Ooh.

♪ ♪

Hey.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

♪ Hey, we poppin' them bottles ♪

♪ We in the section, bitch I got the models ♪

♪ Whole lot of ones like we just won the lotto ♪

♪ She eatin' that dick and I tell her to swallow ♪

♪ Hit that, come get that hoe out of my section ♪

♪ Man, look at my wrist, bitch I'm with all that flexin' ♪

♪ We call up the plug 'cause we not with that textin' ♪

♪ Our shit a little bigger ♪

♪ 'Cause, bitch I'm from Texas ♪

♪ We poppin' them bottles ♪

[Big L] I see we all breaking the rules tonight!

Fuck a socially distanced lap dance.

Fuck a mask.

You touch, you tip.

You don't, you gone have to dip.

[rapper] ♪ Our shit a little bigger ♪

♪ 'Cause, bitch, I'm from Texas ♪

♪ We in the club And we finna fuck it up ♪

♪ Walk in that bitch With the big 40 tucked ♪

♪ Little shorty got ass Bring that bitch to the back ♪

♪ Bend that thing over Then give it a smack ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm from Texas ♪

-What is y'all hoes doin'-- -[all] Shhh!

[Brazil] Whisper's tryna to listen to the universe.

-Is Clancy the babydaddy? -[scoffs]

No.

Guess I'on need to take that paternity test, then.

Bitch, yes, you do.

Aye, Whisper and Roulette, we gone have to do

a little run thru in the Champagne Room

-'fo we go on. -[Roulette] A bitch got it.

I said what I said.

-Ayeee! -[all] Ayeee!

I see the boss still tryna buss it.

-[person scoffs] -[grunts] Ooh.

Well, y'all better get on the floor

before I have to go all Autumn Night

and make that money for y'all.

-Autumn, we need our masks on? -Um, Dealer's choice.

[cheers and applause]

You hear that crowd?

Mm.

Means that'll be a good cut off of the door for you.

Might be able to finally catch up on the gym.

I can only imagine how much you've missed this.

I know I have.

[cheers and applause]

Uh-uh.

These lil' hoes got me fucked up.

Mm.

-She tried it. -[cell phone whistles]

[sighs]

Hmm.

[exhales deeply]

[scoffs]

[mutters]

[sensuous rock music plays]

♪ ♪

Yes, Gawd.

♪ ♪

[Ernestine] Clifford!

Can you please take out the fucking trash?!

It stank worser than a hoe coochie

after the first of the month.

[person on TV] I thought the Devil didn't say grace.

[laughter]

[person 2 on TV] I ain't the only one in this family

-who gets high! -[chuckles]

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

[TV continues indistinctly]

Grandmuva, I don't know what you is smelling.

I already took the trash out.

[Ernestine] You ain't take out all that recycling.

[clicks tongue, groans]

[laughter on TV]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[Uncle Clifford muttering angrily]

[laughing]

Ahhh, thass some funny shit.

This bitch tryna run me up out my club.

Well, she bouta to come up missing in her own mirror.

Fuck this shit. I'm goin'-- What the fuck?!

Oh, heyell! Get off--

[DJ Zirk's "Lock 'Em in the Trunk" playing]

Fuck this!

♪ ♪

Grandmuva!!!

No, no! No, no, NO!

-[muffled shouting] -[person] Shh, shh, shh.

[laughing]

♪ ♪

[indistinct shouting]

♪ ♪

♪ Ridin' in the car with the body in the trunk ♪

♪ Pop the trunk, slap the punk ♪

♪ Goin' on a ride, busta ♪

♪ Ski masks on, so it's on ♪

♪ Goin' for the kill, sucka ♪

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

♪ Twelve to your dome, trick, jump... ♪

Where Uncle Clifford?

She's not here for the night.

Well, Autumn Falls, you need to tell yo' new girl,

Big Bone, that her ass CANNOT be twerking on the bar!

She s'posed to be Pourin' shit, not poppin' shit!

Now all the bottle girls think they can be throwin' ass, too.

Okay, Toy. Let me handle this.

♪ ♪

The pendulum say you are not the baby-daddy, Clancy.

[Clancy] I want a real test!

[Jupiter] You suuure you the one?

[Clancy] Hell, yeah. I swear 'fo God it was me!

[Autumn] Guys, guys, guys, what's Uncle Clifford's rule--

You not Uncle Clifford!

And I want a mu'fuckin' paternity test!

[Autumn] Hey, don't make me call security.

[Clancy] Maine, fuck security!

♪ ♪

-[flames roar] -Big L, you supposed to be

on the ones and twos, not the fire!

-I'm tryna do both! -[fire extinguisher hissing]

[Uncle Clifford] Our Father who fart in heaven--

Oooh! Oh! Oooh!

Forgive me of all my trespasses.

Fuh that time that I fucked Lacey big brother

after Sunday school

or fuh that time me and Big L held up that bank.

And for that time I helped chop up that maine body

and threw him in the river.

Oh, sweet JESUS!

[all] HAPPY BIRTHDAY, UNCLE CLIFFORD!

[cheers and applause]

Biiitch, you fucked Lacey's big brother at church, bitch?

I was just playing. I was just--

[laughter]

I'm at my birthday party...

Ooh, looking like a runaway slave.

-[Nineveh] Girl! -With these ashy feet!

And no cocoa butter in sight!!!

If only we all had a Granmuva like Ernestine.

We know you ain't get a chance to go to your own prom.

So that's why tonight, bitch,

we crown you as the Prom Quing!

[all screaming]

[DJ Jimi's "Where They At" playing]

♪ We gonna start this shit off right ♪

♪ We got New Orleans in the house tonight ♪

♪ Tonight, tonight ♪

♪ Who's the man with the master plan? ♪

♪ The J, the I, the M, the I ♪

♪ Who's the man with the master plan? ♪

♪ The J, the I, the M, the I ♪

♪ Who's the man with the master plan? ♪

♪ The J, the I, the M, the I ♪

♪ Who's the man with the master plan? ♪

♪ It's Jimi ♪

♪ It's Jimi ♪

♪ Uh, where they at, hoe? Uh, where they at, hoe? ♪

♪ Uh, where they at, hoe? Uh, where they at, hoe? ♪

♪ Uh, where they at, hoe? Uh, where they at, hoe? ♪

♪ Uh, where they at, hoe? Uh, where they at, hoe? ♪

♪ Uh, do it, baby, stick it, baby, do it, baby, stick it ♪

♪ Baby, do it, baby, stick it, uh, stick it, baby, do it ♪

♪ Uh, do it, baby, stick it, baby, do it, baby, stick it ♪

♪ Baby, do it, baby, stick it, uh, stick it, baby, do it ♪

♪ Uh, shake that ass like a salt shaker ♪

♪ Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker ♪

[The Flamingos' "I Only Have Eyes for You" playing]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ I can't see anyone but you ♪

♪ ♪

[chorus] ♪ Sha bop, sha bop ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Sha bop, sha bop ♪

[singer] ♪ Are the stars out tonight? ♪

♪ ♪

[chorus] ♪ Sha bop, sha bop ♪

[singer] ♪ I don't know if it's cloudy or bright ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I only have eyes ♪

♪ ♪

♪ For you ♪

[Mercedes] And five, six, seven, eight.

[Roulette] Do we have to do it on a count?

I just like when a bitch flying on the music, not the--

[pole creaking]

[hip-hop music plays distantly]

Whisper, you wanna axe it a question?

Aaaactually, I do.

[Mercedes] Wait, we ain't finished markin' this shit.

♪ ♪

[Roulette] Come on.

Ask it somethin'.

[eerie music plays]

Heyell, you won't, I will.

Is a bitch gone make bank tonight?

♪ ♪

It says yes.

[Roulette cheers]

Now it's yo' turn.

♪ ♪

[Autumn] Where are y'all?

[breathing heavily] I need y'all on the floor now!

[hip-hop music plays distantly]

♪ ♪

[all giggle]

[Uncle Clifford] Ooh-ooh!

I get to split my wig 'fo y'all heiffas do.

Bitch, you thought you was dead!

I knew it was y'all ass.

Thass why I was saying all of that mess.

But y'all sho'll did made a bitch

thank about her mortality tonight, tho...

Well, what you wish for?

Hoe, wouldn't you wanna know?

-[light laughter] -Ooh!

Fine-ass trade, 12 o'clock.

Unh-unh.

Chile, he might be ugly 'neath that mask.

Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit,

cuz that niggah is phoine!

Gone ova thur and try it.

Next thang you know, yo' ass gone be bent over a jukebox

getting your back blowed out, and 'fo you know it,

your heart'll be shattered into a million fuckin' pieces

on the VIP booth floor.

And the only thing that's gone put it back together again

is 153 bottles of Crown Royal.

Well, that explains the cape you got.

[all] Mmmmmmm!

Bitch... thass yo' son?!

[all] Monroe!

[Monroe] What?!

If that chile what you want, you better go get him.

If anything this pandemy done taught me,

it's that Uncle Clifford rule number 92 is the truth--

"Life is like cocaine.

It can be blowed at any minute."

Mm, well, Nineveh sure know about some blowin'.

Ooh. [growls]

The last time I seen yo' ass in jail,

you was in there for solicitin'.

-Chile... -Hoein' ass.

What, you gone give me a job working the pole at The Pynk?

Heiffa, you know these niggahs--

No, no! No! No! Maybe the House Mother, tho--

Uh-uh, come on, aunties,

y'all know I hate it when y'all fight like this.

Uh-huh! Clifford steady stay clownin' me.

I like where I'm at and what I'm doing.

Do you?

[dramatic hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[Monroe] Oh, Nineveh, don't be that way.

Nineveh!

Ooh, come on, aunties! This y'all song, for real, for real.

Let's hit the floor.

Come on, Clifford.

Fine.

Let me go get me a pair of skates.

I hope they got my size.

Mm, I thought you was gone go all night

without getting yo' skate on.

Niggah, what?

I need to see them lips so I can hure.

Now, what you say now?

What size you wear?

13 and a half...

14 on a bad day.

[distant hip-hop music plays]

[Shawnna's "Getting' Some' Playing]

♪ ♪

[gentle thud]

♪ Gettin', gettin', gettin' ♪

Happy Birthday.

♪ I was gettin' some head ♪

♪ Gettin', gettin' some head ♪

♪ I was gettin' some head ♪

♪ Gettin', gettin' some head ♪

♪ I was gettin' some head ♪

♪ Gettin', gettin' some head ♪

♪ I was with the kind of girl that make your toes pop ♪

I can't give my Granmuva the Rona, chile.

Hmm.

♪ I was gettin' some head ♪

♪ Gettin', gettin' some head ♪

♪ I was gettin' some head ♪

♪ Gettin', gettin' some head ♪

♪ I was with the kind of girl that make your toes pop ♪

[Shawnna] ♪ You know, niggas want a bitch like me ♪

[Big L] Oh, y'all thought The Pynk done her last dance.

But this a whole new day, a whole new Pynk!

Welcome to the stage Mercedes,

Whisper and Roulette!

AKA Earth, Wind & Fi-YAAHHH!

-[cheering] -[Beyoncé's "7/11" playing]

[Beyoncé] ♪ Shoulders sideways ♪

♪ Smack it, smack it in the air ♪

♪ Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air ♪

♪ Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air ♪

♪ Shoulders sideways ♪

♪ Smack it, smack it in the air ♪

♪ Smack it, smack it in the air ♪

[Patron] Aww, shit!

[Beyoncé] ♪ Legs movin' side to side ♪

♪ Smack it, smack it in the air ♪

[Patron] There she go!!!

[Beyoncé] ♪ Wave your hands, side to side ♪

♪ Put it in the air ♪

♪ Wave your hands, side to side ♪

♪ Put it in the air ♪

♪ Clap, clap, clap, like you don't care ♪

♪ Smack that, clap, clap, clap, like you don't care ♪

♪ I know you care ♪

♪ Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap it ♪

♪ Put up, my hands up, I put up, my hands up ♪

♪ I put up, my hands up ♪

♪ then I'm spinnin' all my hands up ♪

♪ Spinnin' while my hands up ♪

♪ Spinnin' while my hands up ♪

♪ Spinnin' while my hands up ♪

♪ Then I'm tippin' all my hands up ♪

♪ Spinnin', I'm spinnin' ♪

♪ I'm spinnin' while my hands up ♪

♪ I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin' ♪

♪ I'm spinnin' while my hands up ♪

♪ Hold that cup like alcohol, hold that cup like alcohol ♪

♪ Hold that cup like alcohol, don't you drop that alcohol ♪

♪ Never drop that alcohol, never drop that alcohol ♪

♪ I know you thinkin' about alcohol ♪

♪ I know I'm thinkin' About that alcohol ♪

[Big L] These bitches is cartwheeling down the pole!

Did y'all see that?!

[Beyoncé] ♪ Seven twice, man, seven twice ♪

♪ Shoulders sideways ♪

♪ Smack it, smack it in the air ♪

[indistinct shouting]

♪ Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air ♪

Yo, look up thur!

[all cheering]

♪ Smack it in the air, smack it in the air ♪

♪ Smack it, smack it in the air ♪

♪ Smack it in the air ♪

♪ Smack it, smack it in the air ♪

♪ Wave your hands, side to side ♪

♪ Wave your hands, side to side ♪

♪ Wave your hands from side to side ♪

♪ Wave your hands side to side ♪

[all, chanting] Mercedes! Mercedes! Mercedes! Mercedes!

Mercedes! Mercedes!

Mercedes! Mercedes! Mercedes!

[Beyoncé] ♪ Sweatin' out my blowout ♪

♪ Sweatin' out my presses this trick about to go off ♪

♪ Mad 'cause I'm so fresh ♪

♪ Fresher than you ♪

[gasps]

[Beyoncé] ♪ Fresher than you ♪

♪ Fresher than you, oh ♪

♪ ♪

[thunder booms]

[groans softly]

-[weakly] Where am I? -I came as soon as I could.

Hospital over capacity, but I knew right whur to take yuh.

Diamond...

Whatchu think? Is it bad?

It's not broken or dislocated.

It feels so heavy, tho...

-What happened? -I don't know.

I went in fuh that last move, and my arm just gave out.

It's like it was too heavy.

It's been feeling that way.

Since that night?

[rain falling]

Lie on your stomach.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[distant thunder rumbles softly]

♪ ♪

[focused breathing]

♪ ♪

What the fuck?!

Chile, if Diamond can do that without touchin' you,

Jus' thank what that dick can do.

[Mercedes gasping]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

♪ ♪

[Mercedes gasps]

♪ ♪

[Mercedes coughing, gasping for breath]

-[grunts] -[Uncle Clifford] Hey, c'mon.

[Mercedes breathing heavily]

[Uncle Clifford] It's all right. It's all right.

♪ ♪

[Diamond] Just extracted seven pounds

out your shoulder.

Seven pounds sound real 'pecific...

Well, one thing I know fuh sho...

You haveta put seven pounds of pressure

to pull the trigger of a gun.

[thunder rumbles softly]

[sobbing]

[grunts] This all yo' fault!

-It's okay. -Yo' fault!

-It's okay. It's gone be okay. -I'ma get caught!

How you gone get caught? How you gone get caught?

The only folks up in that room

was me and that one right thur.

♪ ♪

[Autumn] Why do you have Montavius' ring?

[Diamond] His hag ain't gone be ridin' me.

I had to fix him, and that root work

gone make sho' he stay where he been lain.

But, Diamond, we can't have evidence layin' 'round.

[Diamond] Y'know, with all due respect,

it was me and Big L's hands that was last on him.

Look, I'mthe one that made sure he ain't never be found.

Hmm.

Thass my protection...

and yours...

[thunder rumbles softly]

♪ ♪

[scale creaking]

♪ ♪

-[footsteps approaching] -[breathes deeply]

Diamond...

I think we need you back at The Pynk.

Yeah, I could use another job...

I lost the one I had today.

But, I think it's just best I don't come back 'round thur.

That night just brought up a lot...

[scoffs] We could sage the building.

[Uncle Clifford] Take yo' touch hunger ass

on somewhere, guh.

Diamond, believe me, we understand.

Let's get you on home.

[Mercedes] "I brought her and her kid into my house,

but then she walked out on me like a thief in the night."

He says that to me in my nightmares.

He said it to me that night.

But I came back.

-I came back for you. -It took you a while, tho.

I'ma need you to get yo' shit and get on out.

I-I'm still looking, and tomorrow--

[Mercedes] It can't wait 'til tomorrow.

I've sacrificed enough.

-I'ma need you out tonight. -[Autumn inhales sharply]

[footsteps departing]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

I was thinkin' maybe we could get Jayden that toddler bed...

...and maybe finally gettin' that AC fixed,

since we all be at home all the time.

Key, I--

I didn't get the job, so...

Oh.

I didn't know.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

We've been so good, Derrick.

We haven't fought in days.

I know.

Last time we fought,

you promised me...

that you would start trustin' me.

[Derrick] Mm-hmm.

[Keyshawn] Well...

Lil' Murda and 'nem leavin' in the mornin'.

-Key-- -You're gonna have to trust me.

♪ ♪

I almost killed a man fuh you, Derrick.

I... love... you.

♪ ♪

Let me take care of you...

the way took care of me, baby.

-[Derrick exhales deeply] -What you say, baby?

[both moaning]

[Derrick] Fuck yes...

♪ ♪

[button clicks]

♪ ♪

[Darondo's "I'm Lonely" playing]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm lonely ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm lonely ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm lonely ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm lonely ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Four o'clock in the morning, baby ♪

♪ And I'm all alone ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Waitin' on a telephone call, baby ♪

[door closes]

♪ I-I wanna moan ♪

[moans]

♪ ♪

♪ I-I know I can't call no doctor ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Doctor can't cure my ills ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I need you, baby ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ To cure my ill ♪

♪ I'm lonely ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm lonely, baby ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm lonely, baby ♪

♪ I need ♪

♪ I need your love, baby ♪

♪ Oh, I ♪

[moans]

♪ ♪

♪ I been wanting to call your number, but ♪

♪ Every time I call, your brother answer the phone ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And he say, "What in the hell do you want, D? ♪

♪ I-I want you leave my sister alone" ♪

♪ All right, I, I ♪

♪ I been tryin' to get in contact with you, baby ♪

♪ But I, I ♪

♪ You see, my money's kind of funny, my gas is low ♪

♪ Hey, but I ♪

♪ I want to keep on trying, baby ♪

♪ Till I... ♪

[Andre] Why's everybody gone?

Pynk usually don't close 'til five in the morning.

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ Oh, baby ♪

What are you doing here?

[Andre] Front door was open.

Damn it, Big L.

♪ ♪

Why you even still in town?

I was named executor of Ruffin's estate.

I'll be here for a Mississippi minute.

Seems like you will, too,

since you ain't interested in selling.

Well...

I'm waiting on that big-dick offer.

You gonna give it?

[laughs]

Corbin's offer is double the trouble you put me in

when you saved The Pynk

for a quarter mil at that auction.

But we both know what Promised Land

is willing to offer for their need and desire.

And what does your partner think about that?

It's just a building.

It's not like it's somebody's home.

So, seems like that big-dick offer come through...

you ready-roll.

First woman took me in told me,

"Don't ever hang your clothes up in the closet.

Keep it all in the bag."

I stay ready to roll.

Hmm.

I'm surprised you came back.

I had to pay my respect.

[breathes deeply, shakily]

Wow, uh...

Sorry. Uh...

Thank you for making me go to his funeral.

[Valerie June's "Stay" playing]

♪ ♪

You're welcome.

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, I ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ How long I'll stay ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And, oh, I ♪

♪ I can't tell ♪

♪ You lie ♪

♪ That way ♪

♪ So, if you can believe it ♪

♪ Since the day we first met ♪

♪ I've had not one regret ♪

♪ Darling, don't you forget ♪

♪ So, if you can believe it ♪

♪ The times I's lost I's upset ♪

♪ I gambled Thought I'd lost it ♪

♪ Having you in my life Was a sure bet ♪

♪ But if you can believe ♪

♪ ♪

♪ If you can believe it ♪

♪ If you can believe ♪

♪ Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I ♪

♪ If you can believe ♪

♪ Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I ♪

♪ No, I ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ How, how long ♪

♪ I'll stay ♪

♪ ♪