Original subtitles

[Mercedes] Previously onP-Valley...

[customer] Look, my homeboy told me about this girl

with the dick-suckin' lips.

So, you never told me where you was from.

-Heyell. -[Whisper] Funny.

I'm from Heaven.

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

[Georgie] 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.

[Ernestine] I don't wanna go.

-[EMT worker] Watch your step. -[Ernestine] Alone...

[Autumn] 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.

[fan] 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.

[Lil' Murda] You out here tryna start a war?

-Niggah... -[gunshot]

What happened?

[Mercedes] 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.

[echoing] Feelin' that way.

Feelin' that way. Feelin' that way.

[Hitkidd's "Lookin' For a Trick [ft. Jucee Froot]" plays]

♪ 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? ♪

[grunts, exhales]

[groans] Goddamn it!

[exhales]

[Mercedes sobs]

-[Uncle Clifford] Anh-anh-anh. -[sniffles]

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.

[Mercedes] Well, maybe...

[edgy music plays]

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

It's in yo' hands.

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

[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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

[jazzy Muzak plays]

[electric shaver buzzing]

[mellow music continues over phone]

[Uncle Clifford] They pick up yet?

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

[Uncle Clifford sucks teeth, sighs]

Lawd. Ooh!

[sighs] Bitch hearin' things now.

-[sighs] -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. -[shaver clicks off]

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

-Naw. -[Uncle Clifford] All I'm sayin'...

is that you got a lot of secrets, LaMarques.

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

[sighs] Thought we was past all that now.

[Uncle Clifford laughs] 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 ?

[Uncle Clifford laughs softly]

[nurse] 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.

[nurse] Mr. Sayles, there are no updates

since the last time you called,

45 minutes ago.

[Uncle Clifford] I was just tryin' to get--

[nurse] Like I said before, no news is good news.

[line clicks, dial tone hums]

[receiver bangs]

Where you goin'?

Somewhere.

Unlike that nowhere you goin'.

[RBA Scoobee & RBA Amaze's "She Bad" plays]

♪ She bad, tatted up like she Jackie ♪

♪ Her mammy blessed with the goods ♪

♪ She got a fatty, she so classy... ♪

[Mercedes] What the hell's goin' on here?

[indistinct chatter]

Blackie Mild. Hey, boy!

[Mercedes] 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.

[sucks teeth] Ain't got nothin' on me no way.

So you free again?

-As much as a niggah can be. -[laughter]

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? [chuckles]

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.

[dog barks]

[exhales] Come on. Come on, Blackie Mild.

Damn.

Mercedes...

[blues music playing over speakers]

[waitress] How you doin', sweetie?

What can I get for you?

[Keyshawn] Pickup for Keyshawn Harris.

[waitress] It'll just be a few minutes.

You want some water while you wait?

[Keyshawn] Yeah. That'd be great.

Hey, girl. I don't have long.

[waitress] 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.

-[Autumn] Hmm. Hmm. -[Keyshawn] Hmm.

This where me and him had our first date.

Sort of.

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

[Keyshawn] You got that right.

So what's the plan?

[Autumn] The Pynk's about to reopen.

And you're gonna headline.

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

[Autumn] 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.

[waitress] 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.

[small laugh]

[waitress] Can I get you anything, sweet pea?

Yeah, actually, can I get another?

-[waitress] Sure. -[narrator] Andre Watkins says

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

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

[Andre] A Black boy born to a drug-addicted mother.

Father died when I was about seven years old.

[narrator] His father, Abraham Watkins,

[waitress] Well, I'll be damned!

is very much alive, on death row.

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

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

[waitress] I bet it do!

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

[narrator] 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.

[indistinct chatter]

[Andre sighs]

[Corbin] Can y'all go, uh...

-collate somethin'? -[intern] Uh, we, uh,

we already--

Just get the fuck out!

-[intern 1] All right... -[intern 2] 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?

[narrator] 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.

[narrator] ...outrun the truth, but she can't.

[interviewer] 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 [bleep] in my day.

I done [bleep] tricks and [bleep]-slapped many mutha-[bleep],

and God knows I did my share of check fraud [bleep].

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. -[Andre] 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.

[somber music plays]

[phone buzzing]

[heavy music plays]

[Derrick] Hey.

Come on. They won't wear themselves.

Come here.

[dramatic music plays]

[Keyshawn] 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!

[Derrick slapping/punching his own head]

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.

[sobbing] 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.

[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... [inhales]

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

only bad things happen there, Key.

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

[whispering] Okay.

Okay. [inhales]

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.

[Wayne] 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.

[door clicks open]

Oh, believe me, I loooove being a widow.

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

for the last decade.

[laughter]

-[door bells jingle] -Hoo-weee!

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

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

[Autumn] 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?

[tense music plays]

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. -[Autumn] 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.

[Georgie] So, Miss Savage,

are you foldin' or are you holdin'?

See you at the polls, Georgie.

Y'all did good work.

[Woddy] We always make it look like nothin' never happened.

What you puttin' him in?

[Lil' Murda] Don't you get tired

of buryin' niggahs, man?

Being around the end all the time?

[Woddy] 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.

[Woddy] 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.

[uneasy music plays]

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.

[small laugh]

Well, you good at handlin' shit.

[sighs] 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.

-[dancer] 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.

-[Diamond] Yo' pretty ass... -[Uncle Clifford] Mmmm.

[Diamond] Mm, sexy motherfucker.

-[Diamond slaps her behind] -[Big Bone giggles]

I ain't even know niggah could smile.

Yeah, I heard that, Uncle Clifford.

I wanted you to, Diamond.

[scattered chuckles]

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!

[laughter]

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.

[Uncle Clifford and Mercedes chuckle]

-Mercedes. -[Uncle Clifford] Mm.

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

She ain't done stretchin'.

Whisper, Roulette, can y'all step back?

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

Can you put on somethin' Mercedes can freestyle to?

-No problem, boss. -Uh--

[Polo Baybee's "Workout" playing]

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

Is that your routine?

[scoffs]

♪ 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 ♪ -[Mercedes scraping pole]

♪ Work, twerk, work, twerk ♪

♪ Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪

♪ Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪

♪ Workout hoe, workout hoe ♪

-♪ Workout hoe ♪ -[Mercedes] Shit! Shit!

♪ Gone and show me what you know ♪

-[Mercedes thudding] -♪ 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 ♪

-[Mercedes falling/thudding] -[Mercedes] 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 ♪

[Mercedes falling/thudding]

-[Mercedes] Fuck! -Thass enough.

Big Bone, cut that shit off!

[music stops]

[Mercedes breathing heavily]

[Autumn] 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.

[scoffs] If you think Whisper and Roulette gone headline,

you got another thang comin'.

[Autumn] Whisper and Roulette are not the ones

that you need to be worried about.

[uneasy music plays]

Unh-uh. Yellow bitches!

Bitch, this shit finna be goodt!

Hey... y'all.

[Autumn and Uncle Clifford arguing indistinctly]

Sorry. [giggles]

Look, um, we both wear your lashes.

Awww! Y'all so sweet!

[all giggling]

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

Miss Mississippi. The Delta's Pole Princess.

[both giggling]

[Uncle Clifford and Autumn arguing indistinctly]

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!

[Autumn] 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. -[Uncle Clifford] Bitch,

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

[Autumn] Look at her following!

[Uncle Clifford] You know what? You know what? You know WHAT?

I can't believe you!

Do they, like, do this often?

[both] Mm-hmm.

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

No, no, no, no, no.

[Roulette] Suit yo' self.

[snorts]

[Uncle Clifford] In fact, who you callin' crazy, crazy?

[Autumn shouting indistinctly]

[Mercedes] Hey...

Hey.

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

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

[Uncle Clifford] You the one to talk about drownin'!

Is anybody using my old locker?

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

[indistinct arguing continues]

'Course not.

Yo' vanity ain't taken, neither.

[soft music plays]

[Mercedes sighs]

Hmph.

[indistinct arguing continues]

[Keyshawn sighs]

Never thought I'd be back...

here.

Must mean you ain't got no other choice.

[indistinct arguing continues]

Yeah.

Ain't no place like home.

[indistinct arguing continues]

[Autumn shouting indistinctly]

[Uncle Clifford] Are you out your God forsaken mind?

[door clicks open]

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!

[nurse] Chucalissa General. Please hold.

[jazzy Muzak playing over phone]

Really?

-[line beeps] -[muttering indistinctly]

Shit! God damn it!

OHH!

[breathing heavily]

[whispering indistinctly]

[Beulah] Who I gotta beat up now, baby?

[dreamy music plays]

[stifling tears]

[Beulah] Don't fight the water, chile.

Let it wash all over you.

Set you free.

[crying]

[Beulah] Just remember mama's number one rule.

Bitches don't just cry.

They get even.

[suspenseful music plays]

[Scarface's "I Seen A Man Die" playing]

♪ 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 ♪

[HV Hustla] Lil' Murda!

Come here, man.

You done seen this shit yet?

[Pico] 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? -[HV Hustla] Man.

Ain't no CFC shot him.

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

-I heard-- -[OG Hustla] It don't matter.

Somebody need to teach that lil' niggah

that you can't spit on another man grave.

[HV Hustla] Hell yeah.

[Offset's "Clout [ft. Cardi B]" playing]

Hell yeah.

[Offset] ♪ Hoo-hoo ♪

♪ They do anything for clout, anything ♪

♪ Do anything for clout ♪

♪ Hoo-hoo ♪

♪ They do anything for clout, anything ♪

♪ Do anything for clout ♪

[Cardi B] ♪ 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.

[Cardi B] ♪ I know that mean, they traffic is low ♪

♪ Somebody just gotta practice to launch ♪

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

[Whisper] 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. -[pole squeaks and body thuds]

-Ow. -Ooh!

[Whisper] This is like watchin' my grandma

tryin' to set up her Wi-Fi.

[Roulette] 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.

[exhales]

Should Whisper be a smart-ass bitch

and make triple what she would make in this club?

-Yeeeees! -Hey!

[laughs]

Don't be messin' with my communication

-with the universe. -[chuckles]

Watchin' you.

You're not ready.

Wh-what?

Your shoulder is still healing.

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

-[phone buzzing] -♪ Gummy bear ♪

♪ Yes, I'm a gummy bear ♪

♪ Oh, I'm a yummy tummy funny lucky♪

[exhales] Hello.

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

Be right there.

[breathing heavily]

[Shelle] 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!

[Mercedes] 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...

[Mercedes] Well, yo' best ain't good enough, Shelle.

-Mama. -[both] 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.

[dramatic music plays]

Come on. Let's go home.

[Mercedes] 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'.

[Kingpin Skinny Pimp's "Look For Da Chewin' " playing]

-♪ Looking for the chewin' ♪ -[Corbin grunts]

♪ 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 ♪

[horn honks]

♪ Ooh, ay ♪

♪ Ay, ay, oh ♪

[Uncle Clifford laughing]

Ooh!

Seem like yo' lil' irrigation system

heard the word on the street

that yo' ass like to be dominated.

-Ha-ha. -[Uncle Clifford laughs]

You gone offer me a hand wit' this?

Unh-uh!

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

-Ugh! -[Uncle Clifford chuckles]

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."

[pipe squeaks, water spraying]

Oop! Now, that's word.

Ooh!

-Maybe you should fix that. -[Corbin] Okay, Clifford.

[Uncle Clifford] You should fix that.

[Corbin] Why don't you see your way out?

[Princess Richie's "Wet" playing]

♪ 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... ♪

[singing fades, echoes]

[Roulette singing indistinctly]

Roulette.

-You sure about this? -[sighs]

My third eye's throbbin'

and my intuition tweakin' on ten.

Girl, that just nerves.

[snorts]

[Roulette] Enjoy that shit.

Bitch, this shit gone be easy.

Just lie on yo' back...

and commune with the universe.

[breathing deeply]

[knock at door]

Heeeey!

[Terrance] 'Sup, shawty?

[Whisper shakily] 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.

[pops gum] Niggah, I don't know you.

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

[Terrance laughs]

Shit, aight...

[Roulette] Make yourself at home.

Mmm.

Shiiit. How you doin', baby?

[narrator] 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.

[narrator] His father, Abraham Watkins,

is very much alive,

on death row, charged with murder.

[knock at door]

Bet you could use a little bit of moonshine.

[bluesy music playing]

[Andre] I just got to a point where...

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

[light laugh]

-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-- -[Autumn] 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? -[Autumn] 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. -[Andre chuckles]

The next mayor of Chucalissa.

[both laugh]

Ah, that dream is over.

-You're such a fuckin' punk. -[Andre laughing] 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.

[soulful singing]

You wanna do it again?

[both chuckle]

It was... memorable.

[Autumn] 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.

[both laugh]

I haven't cashed it yet.

[Autumn chuckles]

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. -[Andre laughs]

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.

[both laugh]

That's it.

That's what we gone do.

[Andre] W-w-wait.

-Who are you callin'? -[phone clicks]

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

-Mm-hmm. -But LaKiesha Savage,

can give you what you need.

[line rings]

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

-[Brazil] Mm-hmm. -You with Extra-Extra?

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

-[Brazil] Okay... -ASAP.

[Brazil chuckles] Okay.

[both moaning]

-[Whisper] Ah, yeah, yeah. -[Terrance] Mm-hmm.

-Yeah... ooh. -[Terrance] Mm.

-Mm-hmm. -Ooh.

[Terrance] Mm-hmm.

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

-[Terrance] Mm-hmm. -Ahh... ahh!

-[video game blipping] -[muffled moaning]

[pops gum] Got yo' ass.

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

[Roulette] Ah.

-Yeah. -Whoo!

Fuck! Oh!

-[Whisper] Oh! -Who the mu'fuckn

Crush champion, biiiitch?

Uh, uh, uh, uh.

[Terrance] 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?

[Terrance] Hell naw.

-He short 200. -[Roulette] Niggah,

quit playin' and run her what we agreed on.

[Terrance] 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.

-[pops gum] Well, damn! -[laughter]

-[gasps] -Say somethin' else, bitch!

-[wheezing] -Say some mo' slick shit!

-Huh? Say somethin' else! -[gasping] Lemme go.

Say somethin' else slick! I swear--

[gun clicking]

-[eerie music playing] -[Whisper gasps, coughs]

[wheezing, coughing]

[Roulette chuckles]

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'.

-[gun clicks] -Roulette!

-Fuck! What the-- -[Whisper] Fuck!

[whimpering]

-[breathing heavily] -[Roulette laughs]

[uneasy music plays]

I got me a gooood relationship wit' death.

How 'bout you?

-[gun clicks] -Fuck! Look, I let her go!

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

-[gun clicks] -Fuck! Fuck!

-Stop! -[Terrance] Shit!

-Stop! -[Terrance] 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.

[Whisper breathing heavily]

On yo' knees.

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

Open yo' mouth.

-Show her. -[Terrance gagging]

Show my girl how you wanted her to moan.

[Terrance moaning]

[moaning]

Who got the dick-suckin' lips, now?

[Terrance moaning]

[Doechii's "Crazy" playing] ♪ 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!

[Whisper] Get in! Get in!

Fuck!

♪ None of these bitches gon' phase me [Huh, huh] ♪

♪ 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? ♪

[music echoes and fades]

[21 Savage's "Red Opps" playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[21 Savage] ♪ 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 ♪

-[child] Hey, Daddy. -Hey.

[child] What you doin'?

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

[child] I don't wanna go to sleep.

-I'm waiting on you. -[Pico] I'll be home.

-[child] Okay. Love you. -[Pico] Love you.

[child] Bye.

[dramatic music plays]

Baby Bwoooy...

[Pico] 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.

[Lil' Murda] 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.

[gunshots]

[21 Savage] ♪ 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 ♪

[Stvr Baby's "Scammers & Trappers" playing]

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

[horn honking]

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

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

Get out the way, man!

[indistinct rapping]

-Queen comin' through. -[engine revs]

[indistinct rapping]

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.

[Jericho] Mane! Mane!

-Somebody popped Pico! -Whu?

[people yelling]

Aye, Mane.

You just got out of jail this mornin'.

Let them folks ain't got no ankle bracelets

deal with this niggah shit.

[person] Get yo' shit! Get yo' shit now!

Mm-mm-mm.

Damn gators eatin' my ass up tonight. Shit!

[Mercedes] 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--

[Mane] Mercedes.

I wish I coulda been there to protect you.

You deserve that...

...and more.

[dramatic music plays]

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.

[whispering] Here you go.

You would not believe. [giggles]

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.

[chuckles]

I don't know why I'm surprised,

'cause you always did love pokin' yo' nose

in everybody else's business, hmm?

[giggles]

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

[bottle clanks]

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.

[crying]

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.

[somber music plays]

♪ 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. ♪

Oh, thank you, @shaquilleoatmeal,

for the one hundred dollars

you are sewing into yo' life.

-[bell dings] -♪ Have mercy.♪

Jesus of Nazareth!

Ten thousand dollars?

Whoo!

♪ Ten thousand dollars ♪

♪ from @BrerRabbit! ♪

♪ 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."

[tense music plays]

[Woodbine] Br'er Rabbit.

-Ha. -[Corbin] Pastor Woodbine.

[Woodbine] Soon to be...

...Mayor Woodbine.

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

[chuckles] 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.

[Corbin] 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.

[Latto's "Wheelie" playing]

♪ 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... ♪

[Duffy] 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?

[laughs] Boy, bye.

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

[thunder booming, rain pattering]

[indistinct chatter]

What?

-That's all I'm gettin'? -[laughs]

You can barely handle these lips.

And these labias, baby, on another level.

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

[pops gum] Nope.

[Duffy] Uh-huh.

Not even, uh, Terrance Walker?

I have it on suspicion that he not gone tell nobody

'bout how this car got here.

[Duffy] Mm-hmm.

Where you want me to drop yo' bussdown at?

Down in the Valley, baby!

You know the rest! [chuckles]

[dramatic music plays]

[chamber opening]

[chamber closing]

[lighter clicks]

Let the beat drop, man.

[music intensifies]

[percussive music plays]