Original subtitles

[Kimmie] It's done. It's off.

-We need to get him out. -What?

-[Kimmie] Jules is our pimp. -[Jules] Get in.

We work for him. In the club, out the club, whatever he needs.

[Angel] We gotta keep going.

-You saw that motherfucker kill everyone. -[Kimmie] Yes.

Why are you so calm?

I can be trusted about offering you a job.

I need to talk with you.

Come here in the morning.

[rapid gunfire]

A bitch like you need to learn. Look.

-[Kimmie] Sylvie! No! -[tires screeching]

Your little sister's gonna make me a lot of fucking money.

[engine revving]

-[crash] -[Body screams]

-[tires screeching] -[Body screaming]

[Kimmie] She's my sister!

[Body screaming]

[Angel] Stop!

[frantic music playing]

[engine revving]

Open the door!

[engine slows]

Move.

[tires screeching]

[frantic music continues]

[tires screeching]

[dramatic sting]

[Mallory] …straight, okay?

[indistinct chattering]

-I don't understand why this can't-- -Is that my brother?

Is that my brother?

-Is that my brother? -[fireman] Hey, hey! Hey, hey!

-Is that my brother? Is that my brother? -[fireman] Hey!

-[Roy] My brother! Get off! -Stay back.

-We need you to stay back. -[Alex] Come on.

-[fireman] Who is he? -My brother.

They're the Bellaries. They own this road.

-Who do you think this is? -It's his brother, Charles Bellarie.

[somber music playing]

[exhales]

[phone ringing]

[line rings, clicks]

-[Norman on phone] What? -He called me.

-Who? -[Harold] Your brother.

Why is he calling me?

[tense music playing]

I don't know, man.

He want me to come see him in a few hours.

Well, then, you should go see him.

[sighs]

Norman, what's going on?

Look, just go talk to him.

Am I walking into a trap?

I don't know.

What the hell's wrong with you?

He and those bastards, they killed my wife.

-What? -Yeah.

They ran over her, and then they went into the hospital the next day, and they…

They finished her off.

Hold-- Hold up, wait a minute, Norman. Why do you think that, man?

[scoffs]

Oh, you-- You're such a weak man.

-I really don't think I should go see him. -Go talk to him.

Nah, Norman. You know your brother's crazy.

Who are you more afraid of?

[sighs]

[tense music continues]

The only thing I did was give out lighter sentences when I was a judge.

-That's what you telling yourself? -It's the truth.

The truth is, is that you were being paid hundreds of thousands of dollars

from a strip club that we were laundering money at.

You were making your retirement on those women and others.

So just shut the fuck up!

Norman, don't say that on this phone. I just--

I told you my wife was dead,

and all you can do is think about yourself.

[sighs] Yeah, you right. I'm sorry.

I just needed to know what to do.

Go see him.

Are you sure, man?

Because I don't wanna walk into an ambu--

[phone beeps]

-[line disconnects] -[sighs]

Norman.

Norman.

Fuck.

[metal clanging]

[siren whooping]

What is that?

[dramatic music playing]

Is that Charles?

[fire roaring]

[officer] Mr. Bellarie.

Is that my son?

We're not sure. We just put the fire out.

[inhales] He…

He loved that car.

He never would 've let anyone…

[inhales] …near it.

[officer] Sir, uh,

I'm sorry.

So it's him?

It's too soon for them to know.

[indistinct radio chatter]

I wanna find out what happened.

Call everybody and get them to my house right now.

[music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

["Say Nun" by Helena playing]

[moaning]

♪ If I'm balling, I'mma play for keeps And you just play for fun ♪

♪ Yeah, hold up, bitch ♪

♪ Baby, you too broke You can't afford a life like this ♪

[Olivia] Hm.

-Motherfucker, you can't keep up? -[man breathing heavily]

That's right.

Give me my cigarettes.

[exhales]

So… about that other thing.

Uh, yeah, sorry about that.

So you haven't heard from them?

Um, no.

They never came to the warehouse.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

I think they took the money.

And how do you know that?

Because they know how I am, especially about you.

Well, they did something.

I called them a few times.

You know this reptile motherfucker tried to take it all from me?

I want everything he has.

I know you do, and I'm gonna get it.

I mean, I do have my shares in the company

and this little-ass stipend that he gives me.

I mean, you ain't living too bad.

[chuckles]

Sorry.

[tense music playing]

Tony…

I want it all.

I know. I know.

And my only damn hope is if he dies and my sons get it.

Well, um,

you know that can happen.

[Olivia inhales, exhales]

You don't even understand.

His father was brilliant.

The will for the company and the shares have so many stipulations

that if there is an unexplained death, then they get to--

[tense music continues]

Never mind.

Too many rules.

-I don't know about none of that. -No, you don't.

All I know is that I love you.

You're so cute.

I do.

You love these pockets.

I love everything about you.

And you leave here and say that to some damn 20-year-old.

These little young bitches could never be you.

No. You're right.

And you better remember that.

I will.

[phone ringing]

Shit. Who is that?

Hand me my phone.

[Tony grunts]

[Olivia sighs]

Why is she calling me at 5 a.m.?

-Who is that? -Mallory.

Better be good.

[phone beeps]

Hello?

It's Mallory.

Yes, I can see that, dear.

There's been an accident.

[tense music continues]

Is it Charles?

-How did you know? -Is he all right?

-Mrs.-- -Is he all right?

No.

Is he dead?

I'm sorry.

Mr. Bellarie would like us all to meet at his house.

Are you there? Hello?

-Mrs. Bellarie? -She'll call you back.

You okay?

He did it.

Who?

Norman.

[ominous music playing]

What did he do?

Killed my son.

[haunting music playing]

He did it.

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

[sighs]

-[sighs] -[phone beeps]

-Hello? -[Mallory on phone] Varney.

-Yeah. -This is Mallory.

-You okay? -There's been an accident.

[dramatic music playing]

[grunts] What happened?

It's Charles.

What happened to him?

We-- We don't know what happened, but he's dead.

What?

Car accident.

Wait, wait, wait. What are you saying?

Look, Mr. Bellarie wants you at his house. We're all here.

[exhales] I'm on my way.

-[phone beeps] -Oh no, no, no, no.

This can't be happening. This can't happen. Shit.

Oh shit.

[tense music playing]

Kimmie, are you okay?

They have my sister.

I know.

I'mma fucking kill 'em.

Kimmie, you can't kill them.

They have my sister, Angel!

I know.

I am not letting them do to her what they did to me.

Ever.

I know.

Delinda took her.

I know, but what are we supposed to do about that?

I don't know!

But we gotta find her, all right?

Okay, okay.

-But where did she take her? -I don't know.

-Angel, where would she take her? -I don't know.

But we gotta get you to lay low right now. You're gonna go to jail.

I don't care about going to jail.

Call Jules.

-I can't call Jules. -Call Jules.

I'll call Salvo.

The nigga who left us? No.

Now I gotta tell him what you did to his car.

Just call somebody, Angel. Somebody has to know where Delinda is at.

Okay, okay.

-[dialing phone] -[line clicks]

[line disconnects]

It's voicemail.

-I know where we're going. -Where?

Back to his house.

Back to whose house?

The old nigga.

Kimmie, I can't go with you there.

Then get the fuck out.

Okay, fine. Where are we going? Like, you need to tell me.

Head to Indian Cove.

This car isn't gonna make it. Look what you did to it.

-We need a car, then. -Okay, fine.

Just call one. Find somebody else.

Kimmie, look, I-- I know you wanna go there and all, but it-- it-- it--

It's not a good idea.

They not doing to Sylvie what they did to me.

-But we-- -So drive.

Okay, but we need to be smart and think about this.

-No! -Okay, Kimmie, look.

[exhales deeply]

You're really emotional right now, and I get it.

But you're one of the smartest women I know,

so let's just take a second to think.

That nigga killed them like it was nothing. Right in front of us.

Look, you want her address, right?

-Yeah. -Right.

Let's be smart.

[tense music continues]

[officer] Jules.

What in the hell?

-Is that Charles? -We got a watch.

Give me the damn watch.

They're trying to take it in to get tested.

They don't know it if they don't see it. Give it to me.

[officer] This has to go into evidence.

[dramatic music playing]

The hell does that say?

"To Charles, from Var--"

Oh shit.

-Was this on his, uh… -On his wrist.

And there are bullet holes in the car.

He was ambushed.

How long can you sit on this?

We can try as best we can, but the ME knows.

You tell him to call me.

Okay.

And you don't let them take that car unless they cover it.

Got it.

[dramatic music continues]

Jules.

What happened?

-Is it him? -Yeah.

[inhales] We need to go explain to the family.

I-- I just talked to him.

When?

[Varney sniffles, sighs]

Yesterday.

At the meeting.

Well, get your head in the game,

because he wants to see us.

[Varney sighs]

Shit.

[phone buzzing]

[phone beeps]

-What? -[Jules on phone] Norman.

Did you do this?

My wife is dead.

-They sent someone in there to kill her. -I am so sorry.

No, you're not.

-What do you mean? -You're in this with him.

-You know that's not true. -Yes, you are.

You think I would risk everything that we built

just to be in business with your brother?

Look, I had to handle this myself 'cause that's how I roll.

An eye for an eye.

Yeah, but it's sloppy.

Yeah, so what?

You know, I could have-- I could have handled it.

Listen, I don't have patience for dilemmas

when a motherfucker goes after someone that I love.

Yeah. I get it.

What do you get?

You ain't never loved nothing in your life.

Oh, come on, man.

I'm not letting him get away with it.

Yeah, but this is bad.

Right now, now we got more to cover.

Well, that's what you do, right?

Norman, you need to relax.

You need to-- You need to lay low.

Look, man, I'm not hidin'.

Look, I'm not asking you to hide.

But we need to know what your brother is pulling.

Shit, you ain't gotta worry about my brother.

Why?

It's Olivia that you have to worry about.

Olivia?

That bitch is the real one.

Yeah, yeah, but-- But she's always in the church.

There's no amount of church that she can go to

to forgive the sins that she continues to commit.

And why am I just finding out about this?

Well, it's a need-to-know basis.

Yeah, well, I don't like it.

[chuckling]

I love it.

I fried that fucking car, and I watched it burn.

Put a smile on my face.

Yeah, well, they all are over there now.

Yeah, so what? I don't care.

[sighs] Norman, you need to relax, all right?

We got too much going on.

You know he called Harold and wants him to come over there in a few hours.

Why?

Yeah, you know, somehow, I think he knows about it.

About me?

About everything.

How?

He wants Harold to fill him in on it.

If that fat motherfucker folds…

Hey, I done already told him.

I'll call you later.

Nah.

I got something I gotta do.

Nah, nah, don't.

Don't do anything.

-My wife is dead. -Norman.

Norman.

Nothing matters to me.

[phone beeps]

Shit.

[line rings]

-[phone clicks] -Calvin.

[Calvin on phone] Yes, sir.

I need you to bring me somebody.

Listen closely.

[engine hissing]

It ain't gonna make it.

Shit.

-We gotta get a car. -Okay, just… Just let me make a call.

-[man speaking indistinctly on TV] -[phone ringing]

-[phone beeps] -[audience clapping on TV]

Why are you calling me so early?

Mama, what happened?

What are you talking about?

What happened with Sylvie?

Don't call me with this bullshit.

[tense music playing]

-Tell me. -Get off my phone.

Do you want the police at your door?

Why are you bitches so ungrateful?

Did he touch her?

Kimmie, you know he didn't.

[breathing shakily]

So he did.

He did not.

Yeah, just like he didn't touch me.

He did not.

She just decided to leave.

She decided to leave? A 16-year-old?

You know what? I don't know what the hell is wrong with y'all.

He's good to me, and he was good to you.

-I'mma kill him. -Now stop talking stupid.

-No, I'm going to kill him. -Shit, make up your mind.

You wanna call the police, or you wanna kill him?

I'mma kill him.

-Kimmie-- -Where is Sylvie?

I told you, she left.

-With who? -I don't know.

How much did they pay you?

[tense music continues]

How much did they pay you?

What are you sayin'? What, you high or somethin'?

I know you got paid for her.

Why am I even talking to you?

You lied.

Talking 'bout you was a nurse or some shit.

And now she gets to see the truth that you ain't shit.

Working at a damn strip club, whoring yourself out.

So they told you when you sold her.

Ain't nobody tell me nothin'.

Look, if I don't find Sylvie by tonight,

I'm coming to pay both you motherfuckers a visit.

-[phone beeps] -Angel.

Yeah, we're coming right now.

-Angel, did you find a car? -Hold on.

Come on. If we can make it there, my mans will let us use the car. Come on.

Yeah, we're coming.

-Here you are, sir. -Thank you.

[knocking on door]

-Get the door. -Yes, sir.

[door creaks]

[footsteps approaching]

[door closes]

I came as soon as I could.

What'd you find out?

Don't beat around the bush, Jules.

It was him.

I'm sorry.

[sighs] What happened?

Looks like he was ambushed.

What?

They would do that on the private road?

The same place that his wife was run over.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. We…

We don't know that for sure.

N-- No, you don't think that…

Where was she moved to?

She died before they could make the move.

[inhales, sighs]

So she's dead.

[ominous music playing]

[Jules] Yes.

Did you call Norman?

Um, he's not answering. I left a message.

Of course he's not.

[Olivia exhales]

-[Mallory] Miss Olivia, I'm so sorry. -[Olivia exhales, inhales]

I just saw the car.

He shot up the car, and he lit it on fire.

There are bullets all over the car.

-How do you know this? -You know that I have my sources.

So he had him shot.

I told him not to go home.

You knew about this?

Oh, don't act like you didn't know it too.

Look, I'm sorry. What am I missing?

Your uncle is a monster.

[speaking indistinctly]

Uh, do you think he… he had this done?

Yes, I know he did.

Wait, wait, we don't know that for sure.

Are you gonna tell me something different, Jules?

-No. -No, no, no, no, you're not.

-'Cause you ain't got no fucking balls! -Olivia! Please.

You know what?

[crying] You know, I was trying.

I was trying to go to God and pray.

But you-- But you all, you just want me to stay in this low place,

and I hate it.

Stop it with your damn self-righteous bullshit.

-Self-righteous? -[Horace] Yes.

Not here.

This was my home.

And it's not anymore, nor will it ever be.

Guys, just stop it, please. Charles is dead.

Yes, he should-- He should-- He should--

He shouldn't have gone home.

-He never listened to you anyway. -Would you guys please…

[Horace exhales sharply]

Jules.

Yes, sir?

Find my brother and bring him to me.

Yes, sir.

He won't come here.

One way or another, he is going to answer to this.

He won't come.

[Horace] You bring him in here.

-Half dead, if you have to. -[Mallory] No.

Listen, no. Let me…

Let me talk to him. Let me try to find him.

This is no time to be pleasant.

He killed my son.

This is fucking war!

Jules…

go.

[Horace exhales]

[footsteps receding]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Why you looking at me like that?

Like what?

It's the same look that Dad gave me.

-[Olivia] Roy, just stop. -[Roy] Hm.

-You was hoping it was me, huh? -Will you just give it a rest?

Just sayin' You was hoping it was me, right?

[tense music playing]

Yeah.

-That would be nice. -[Olivia] Stop it.

Hey, I'm just--

-Damn it, Horace! -[Roy] No, no, no, no.

No, it's okay. No, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

I mean, he always hated me. I mean, you fucking both did.

I mean, I didn't get really shit from any of y'all, that's what's crazy.

You didn't give a shit about me. You didn't give a shit about me at all.

You little selfish motherfucker. We gave you everything.

I mean, a little love or a hug every now and then, Pop,

would have been nice.

And, Mom, you was too busy giving Charles all that shit.

And now he's dead.

And guess what, Pop? You can get all his shares.

But wait, wait. Wait, wait.

You can't get it now because it was a murder, right?

I mean, isn't that how the language reads?

You know, you two…

you both fucking sucked as parents.

Sucked.

[tense music continues]

[Roy] See what I mean?

I missed on purpose.

But you keep fucking with me,

I won't miss again.

Yeah.

Watch out.

Oh, this is rich.

[Mallory] Excuse me.

[Olivia crying]

[music fades]

[Roy exhales]

-Sweetheart-- -Please don't come talk to me.

[Mallory] Let me-- I'm only here to…

I'm fine.

Let me finish, Roy. [clears throat]

I'm only here to make your parents think that I give a fuck about you.

[dramatic music playing]

My brother's really dead, huh?

-Do you really care? -Don't ever say no shit like that again.

I'm sorry, Roy. I was just asking.

You know, sometimes, you really is a fucking bitch, you know that?

Roy…

you know what this means, right?

-It means he's dead. -No, it doesn't mean he's dead.

If you look at it on the brighter side, it means that his shares--

Will not go to me.

They will go to you.

How you figure that out?

The language says that all the shares will be split.

If there is no murder.

If there is no murder committed by another family member.

[Roy chuckles]

-My uncle fucking did it, obviously. -You don't know that, Roy.

[inhales] You know, Mallory, can you give me-- Can you give me a favor?

[sighs] What's that favor?

Can you please get the fuck away from me right now?

Oh, you're in your feelings. I know it's hard.

You're in your feelings right now, but I got this.

[Roy] Mm.

I got this.

-Mm-hm. You got this. -Yeah, I do.

Will you please just get the fuck away from me, please?

No, Roy, because I'm gonna hug you, and you're gonna enjoy every minute of it.

-Okay, what's the point of this shit? -I don't know. You tell me.

-This fucking narrative, what's the point? -It's more than narrative. Hm?

[sniffs] You know…

I really don't give a damn if I have the shares or not.

We can get a divorce, we can do anything you want.

'Cause I don't need the money or the shares.

Listen to me. You don't need the shares?

What the fuck are you gonna do without the shares?

[Roy] Hm.

You have no skills,

no talent.

[Roy] Mm.

You need the money, so…

No.

-You need the money. -No.

[Mallory chuckles]

You need the money.

And I'm so sorry about this. I'm gonna give you a hug.

And this will be over soon, motherfucker, because I know your parents are looking.

[Roy] Hm.

[kisses]

I don't love you so much.

[Mallory] Mm.

[ominous tone plays]

-Do you have one of those? -Yes, I do.

-Okay, well-- -I ain't selling you that.

-You got anything? -Yeah.

-Well, how many do you got? -[machinery whirring]

[Kimmie] Sylvie, call me back when you get this, please.

-Um… -[Kimmie] Soon as you get this.

I got about 700 bucks.

I know you got a bunch…

[Angel speaking indistinctly]

Sylvie, pick up. Pick up, pick up.

Just call me back. Call me back when you get this, okay?

A'ight?

[tense music playing]

-[phone rings] -[gasps] Sylvie?

Hey, it's Rain. Y'all made it back yet?

Kimmie?

They took my sister.

-What? -Yeah.

Sylvie?

-Yeah, they took her. -[lighter clicks]

How?

I killed that bitch Body.

Kimmie, what?

Smashed a car into her.

What the fuck?

They took Sylvie, and I don't know where she is.

Oh shit. [breathes deeply]

I'm not gonna let them break her too.

I know.

I know, okay?

-I'm gone. -Wait, Kimmie.

It's too late, Rain.

I know. You know how you get when you get angry.

It's too late.

Just talk to me. Tell me-- -I can't talk right now.

I'll talk to you later.

How do you even know what happened?

I'm about to go back to that motherfucker's house.

Who?

Kimmie-- Kimmie, please don't go to Jules' house. Please don't go.

Not him, the one that he works for.

Who's that?

That old nigga from the club.

Wait.

Wait, where you at?

Wait-- Whe-- Is-- Is Angel with you?

Yeah, he trying to get a car for us.

Let me talk to him.

He can't talk right now, he's busy.

[exhales] Hold on.

No!

Hold on.

[phone beeps]

-[sighs] -[dialing]

[line rings]

[phone buzzes, beeps]

-Yeah. -[Rain on phone] Angel, is Kimmie there?

Yeah, she's right here.

[breathes deeply] How bad is it?

Uh, it's pretty fucked up.

Did-- Did she really kill Body?

Yeah.

Shit.

[exhales] Who saw it?

Shit, I know the cameras caught it. It was at the motel.

Oh fuck.

[exhales]

-Shit. You walking over there to her? -Yeah.

-Okay, put me on speaker. -Yeah, I'm right here. She hears you.

-Kimmie? -I'm done talking.

Is this nigga gonna help us or what?

Yeah, I was still talking to him. He said he was gonna help.

You fucking with me?

No.

Kimmie.

Kimmie, listen to me.

[exhales] You can't go to that man's house, okay?

Just… Just talk to me.

Tell me what happened. Wha-- Wha-- [exhales]

She don't care anymore.

[exhales]

Angel, who-- Who took Sylvie?

It was Delinda and Body.

[exhales]

[breathes deeply]

Okay. All right, look, Kimmie…

-Kimmie! -What, Rain?

[breathes deeply]

I know where Delinda lives.

Tell me.

Okay. But you can't go to that man's house.

Tell me where she live.

You need to promise me you're not gonna go over there.

Yeah, I promise. Now tell me where she lives.

I know how you get, all right? You get crazy.

I don't need you going there and acting crazy.

Rain, you need to tell me right now. Where does Delinda live?

I'mma text you her address,

but promise me you not gonna go to that man's house.

You better text me.

I will.

Can you just stay on the phone with me?

-She just walked away. -What?

Shit, I gotta get out of this hospital.

[Angel] I get it.

[exhales]

That girl, [exhales] when she gets mad…

It takes a lot for her to get there,

but when she's gone, there's no coming back.

I know. I saw it.

I gotta get out of here.

Look, I don't know what to do.

See if she'll come here.

-[Angel] She ain't having that. -[Rain exhales]

All right, well, just watch her.

Uh, I-- I gotta go. She's gonna leave.

Don't let her leave.

I'll try.

-Damn. -[phone beeps]

[exhales]

[exhales deeply]

Kimmie.

[Kimmie] What?

He's gonna let us use the car.

We gotta go easy though, 'cause it's hot.

Then get the fucking car.

[Angel] Yo, my man.

I'll take it.

[breathing shakily]

-[sighs] Varney. -[Varney sniffles]

[Varney exhales, sniffles]

You okay?

It's a lot.

Yeah, I know.

I just, uh, don't know what to, uh--

Listen… you don't have to be here.

No.

He wants me here.

Look, I can talk to him.

-No. -[Mallory exhales]

It's important that I be here.

Okay, he's gonna need a suit.

[inhales] Suit?

For the funeral.

[sighs] Yeah.

I know no one's thinking about that right now, but…

I can go and grab one from his house.

-Okay. -Mm.

That's what I was gonna ask you to do.

Yeah. I don't mind.

Look, you know, I've, um, been through grief before,

and one thing that helps

is just making sure you have different tasks, you know?

-Maybe you're right. -Mm.

-Yeah. -[Varney inhales, sighs]

So why don't you go get that suit?

Yeah.

I can, um, show you where the spare key is.

I have one.

You have a key to his house?

I mean, I know where the key is.

Okay.

[Varney inhales, sighs]

Listen, it's okay, Varney.

[ambient music playing]

It's not okay.

Varney, things happen, you know?

What do you mean, things happen? I mean--

Varney, there's nothing we can do about this.

There's nothing we can do, I understand that, Mallory, but this is--

-Look, but-- Var-- -Think about it.

-Why'd somebody do something like this? -Varney. Varney.

[Mallory scoffs]

Control yourself.

Look, go get the suit.

[Varney inhales, sighs]

[tender music playing]

-[keys jangling] -[lock clicks]

[exhales]

[exhales]

[rain pattering]

[breathes deeply]

[breathes deeply]

[exhales]

[breathes deeply]

Fu--

[sniffles]

[exhales]

[breathing shakily]

[suspenseful music playing]

[breathes deeply]

[sniffles]

[music intensifies]

[gasps]

What the fuck?

What?

[breathing heavily]

-What is it? What is it? -What the hell?

-Why did-- -Charles.

What is it? I don't know.

What is it? What is it? What-- What?

Nigga, I-- I thought you…

[exhales]

I thought you was dead. [breathing heavily]

Shit. [breathing heavily]

-What you talking about? -Your car.

Oh shit.

[Varney exhales]

Oh shit. [laughing]

[Varney exhales]

Some little stripper bitch stole my car and my watch and drugged me.

When I tell you I'm going back up to that place and I'm fucking it up.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Shit, I'm still out of it. [sniffs] -[thunder rumbling]

Wait, what time is it?

-Charles. -What? What is it?

-Ni-- I thought you-- -Why'd you think I was dead?

Because your car is burned.

Oh fuck. [sniffles]

Oh man.

-What? -Yeah.

[suspenseful music continues]

He burned my car?

Yeah.

He must've died in it. Shit, he must've died in it.

Oh man.

What?

Yeah.

[Varney sighs, sniffles]

[Varney exhales]

So my car is destroyed? So--

-[exhales] -Yes. And didn't you hear what I said?

The man died in the car.

[kisses teeth] Man, fuck that motherfucker. He stole my damn car.

-[Varney sighs] -Shit, he was cute.

-What? -I said, where was this?

It was out by the private road.

[Charles clicks fingers]

He stole my wallet. I need to cancel my credit cards.

Shit.

-My phone. -Nigga, this is serious.

-What-- -No, no, no, no, no.

He had my address,

he got his ass blown up.

He didn't get blown up. He was shot multiple times.

They must've thought it was you.

-Oh man. -So I was targeted?

Yeah.

Well, good for his ass, right? [chuckles]

Thank you, sexy stripper man.

Charles, this shit is serious, and you just playin'.

Oh, I know it's serious.

So my mom was right about my uncle.

I feel like I'm in the motherf-- I feel like I'm in the twilight zone.

What is wrong with you?

I told you my family was fucked up.

[Varney sighs]

Speaking of your family, I need to call your parents.

Why?

Because they're at your father's house, and they're all upset.

About me dying?

Yes.

Nigga, that's some bullshit. [laughs]

Charles, your family loves you.

-[Varney sighs] -Varney, I just love you.

Yeah, you truly don't get it.

[inhales, sighs]

They do.

-And they're all upset. -Mm.

You a lawyer, right?

-Yes. -Just look at how the company is divided.

-Charles, that has-- -Mm-mm.

No.

Nobody loves me.

I love you.

Nigga, I mean in this family.

No.

Let me give them a call.

Come on.

If you think they suffering,

why not let them suffer a little while longer?

You are totally insane.

[both laughing]

[Charles] Mm.

Fuck.

[engine sputtering]

[engine stops]

I really wish Rain hadn't sent you this address.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -What?

-What are you gonna do? -The fuck you think I'm 'bout to do?

-Kimmie. Kimmie. -Angel, let me go, nigga.

Kimmie, what the fuck?

[upbeat song playing]

Shit.

♪ Come on, get it, come on, get it, yeah ♪

♪ I'mma get mine ♪

-♪ I'mma get mine, I'mma get-- ♪ -♪ Get it ♪

♪ I'mma get mine ♪

-♪ I'mma get mine, I'mma get-- ♪ -♪ Get it ♪

-♪ I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine I'mma-- Yee! ♪

-What the fuck? -[Kimmie breathing heavily]

Where is my sister?

[Delinda] Oh shit!

[Delinda screaming]

[gunshots]

[Delinda yelling indistinctly]

Bitch, I'm not gonna ask you one more motherfucking time!

Where is my sister?

-♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪ -♪ Uh-huh ♪

Get off me!

[both grunting]

♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪

♪ Put it out ♪

-♪ Don't make me turn your lights out ♪ -♪ Lights out ♪

Where is my sister, Delinda?

[both grunting]

-Hey! Hey! Hey! -[Delinda] No, you-- Get off me.

-Where's my-- -Let her talk!

[Kimmie grunts]

[Delinda gasping]

[Delinda yells]

[Delinda] Let me go.

-Let me go! -We wanna find her!

-You need to tell us where she is! -Let me go!

-Tell us where she is! -Where is she?

-I ain't telling you shit. -Delinda?

Jules is gonna kill y'all motherfuckers when he find y'all.

-Just tell me where her sister is. -[Delinda laughs]

-She's in hell. [laughs] -Delinda.

[straining] Look at this bitch over here.

Where was you at when your sister was getting raped?

Who you trying to be?

Wonder Woman wannabe motherfucker!

-You are pathetic! -Just tell us where her sister is!

She's getting fucked by a bunch of truck drivers.

-Ah! Ah! Ah! Motherfucker! -[cocks gun]

[gunshot]

[clattering]

-[high-pitched ring] -[Angel] What the fuck?

[gasps]

[song continues playing]

Kimmie.

♪ I always get the last word… ♪

Let's go, motherfucker.

♪ I always get the last word ♪

Let's go!

♪ I always, I always, I always ♪

♪ I always get the last word ♪

♪ I always get the last word ♪

[song continues]

[song ends]