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I found this artist that's
repped by Live Nation!

So, you think you can ask
Andrew to hook me up?

I'm gonna ask him, and I
don't think I'm going to.

I don't understand.

Girl, you made this happen!
I mean, this is awesome.

I'm just glad you always believed in me.

Putting something like this
together takes a lot out of you.

Maybe that's why things
are off between you guys.

Inglewood, what's up?

- Vince Staple's manager.
- Thanks for the hook up tonight.

- What did you hook up?
- Oh, I connected him with Issa.

You need to figure out your
shit and stop using people.

You are so miserable.

You still the same selfish
bitch you've always been.

- Molly, get your finger out of my face.
- What you gonna do?

That bitch got a gun.

- Who's got a gun?
- Is it a knife?

This is my life!

- I can stick around.
- Nah, I'm all right.

Bitch, do you hear yourself?

Nobody has more drama than you, Issa.

You still the same selfish
bitch you always been.

You need to figure out your
shit and stop usin' people...

- Last night was lit.
- When's the next one?

Where were those bomb ass tacos from?

Thought that shit was gonna
be wack. But that shit was tight.

The most fun I've had
in Inglewood in a minute.

I can't believe Vince Staples was there!

We need more events like this.

Even my grandma was out there dancing!

Tonight in South LA, niggas gathered

for fried chicken, cocoa
butter, and violence.

But as always, you can count
on Shannon on the Scene...

_

Yo, just checkin' in on you.

Don't let that Molly fuck-shit
ruin how well you did today.

You killed it, Iss.

By the way, did you invite
Mom, 'cause she keep on...

Hey, morning after update.

So it looks like we are
waiting on deposit returns

from four vendors.

But in the meantime, I
did have a few questions

about something that
you was telling me you...

You okay, girl? What
was that last night?

What happened with y'all?

Okay, this baby won't stop crying.

Why you reaching for my
titty? Ain't nothing in there!

Is that a Wheat Thin?

That's a Wheat Thin.

So what am I supposed to do now?

That's a good question. You fucked up.

I didn't fuck up. She fucked up.

- And she got you fucked up.
- Fuckin' right.

That's what the fuck I'm sayin'.

I should probably reach out, though.

Reach out? Have you noticed

that you're always the one
reaching out and apologizing?

- Fuck.
- Yeah.

Let her reach out to you.
She's wrong, too.

Effortless bars.

Okay, yeah, but what
do I do while I wait?

Relax, relate, release.
Take care of you.

- Self Care Sunday.
- I'm sorry, what? Speak up.

I said Self Care Sunday.

It's when you take care
of yourself on a Sunday.

I know what that means. I read, too.

Okay.

Nathan, hey.

Hey, what's up, Iss?

Just catching up on life shit.

Felt like I haven't had a
chance to breathe in months.

Yeah, I feel you.

Yeah, I forgot I ordered a vitamin box,

so if you anemic, let me know.

Nah.

I know you been out there hustlin'.

I been grindin' so
hard since I got to LA,

I forgot my birthday this year.

Damn. Well, happy birthday.

Whenever it was.

Appreciate you. You good, though?

I know the end of the
night got a little...

Yeah...

I'm really sorry I dragged
you into that mess.

Nah, I'm not trippin'.

The night was still dope. You
should be proud of that shit.

Yeah, I am, I just...

it's just not how I
wanted us to reconnect.

And...

I just don't want you
to think that I used you.

Nah, nah, you needed
help and I wanted to help.

And you know I'd do the same for you.

Like, without question.

Hey, man, I got a hair in my sandwich.

- You gonna eat yours?
- Yeah.

- It's mine.
- Makes sense.

Look, I got one more client
before I get outta here.

- I'll talk to you soon though.
- A'ight.

- Just hit me.
- Okay, bye.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm just having a little bit
of trouble paying for my stuff.

Hi there. Sorry, um,

do you mind helping me out a little bit?

Hi, I just have a couple
of things I need...

Okay.

Excuse me? Hi, I'm sorry.

I just need a little bit of help.

I know, I know, this is a lot.

I just need somebody to help me.

Hey, I got you.

Oh, bless you.

Oh, this means so much to us.

Of course. Happy to help.

You're real beautiful.

Oh, thank you. So are you.

You are glowing.

- Like a light bulb.
- Thanks again for this.

- You're a godsend.
- You've gotta put out

the energy you wanna get back, right?

- $154.99.
- The fuck? Expensive-ass energy.

- Sorry, it declined.
- That's weird.

- Can I try again?
- Sure.

Nope, still declined.

It, it won't change.

- I have another card.
- Never mind.

This just got sad.

The gift you've given
me today is perspective.

God bless.

She ain't need all that anyway.
The baby not here yet.

- Just the wine.
- Mmm.

Hey!

Hey, hey!

Stop!

Hold up! Stop!

Oh, no, this bitch is not about to...

Shut up, I'm doin' it!

Hi, sir, I saw you missed
the bus back there.

Are you going north? 'Cause
I could give you a ride.

I don't trust no Lyfts or Boobers.

Oh, I'm not a Lyft. I
mean, I drive for Lyft.

But not right now. I
just wanted to help.

Okay, but don't try nothin'.

I don't hit ladies, but I'll
slap a bitch to defend myself.

Don't let the rheumatoid
fool you. I-I still got grip.

You're safe with me. I'm Issa.

- George.
- Nice to meet you, George.

- Where are you headed?
- You want me to tell you

so you can tell it to the phone

so they can tell it to the government.

Uh-uh.

Okay, no GPS.

Do you know how to get there?

You ask a lot of questions, detective.

Just head up La Brea. I'll
tell you where to pull over.

Sounds good, George.

You gonna give a nigga
help, then help the nigga.

You must be a lizard. It's cold in here.

Can a nigga get some heat?

God damn, it's like
a furnace in here now.

Split the difference!

- How's this, George?
- I'm not sure yet.

Give me a second. Let me feel it.

Yeah, there it is. That's nice.

That's, that's really nice.

Great.

Ah.

How's your day goin'?

It's okay.

- You?
- Eh, it's fine.

There's a lot of crazy people out there.

You gotta be careful.

- Yeah.
- Watch out!

What the... what?

I meant in life, watch out.
These streets is dangerous.

You got a man lookin' out for you?

- Nope.
- So you one of them

feminazis, huh? Okay, honey.

We "equal". Good job.

- Are we getting close yet?
- You ever heard of Black Planet?

Uh, yeah.

You had a Black Planet page?

What? No, the club.

Black Planet. It was right there.

Me and my boys used to tear it up.

- The ladies loved us.
- Mm.

Caught many a train in there.

And I ain't talking about Amtrak.

- Oh, no.
- The gang all broke up.

Maurice caught a case.
Wendell found crack.

All them other niggas, who knows?

I guess I should have seen the signs

that the shit wouldn't last.

There's always a sign. Always.

Well, can you give me a sign
that we're getting close?

- Bathroom!
- What?

I gotta piss. Pull over.

Okay, okay, okay, I'll find a bathroom.

Please do not piss in my car.

I'm not gonna pee in my hat again.

I ain't gonna do that 'cause
this is the last hat I got.

You could leave right
now. No one would know.

- Just drive away.
- I'm not gonna do that.

He needs me.

Is that Fun Dip?

Whoo! Oh!

Close call.

Cool. Where do I go?

Hey, Charles!

Charles!

What you doin' way out here?

Oh, no, that, that's not Charles.

Wait, that might be Charles, though.

George, I really have somewhere to be.

- Can we go?
- All right, all right, all right.

That better not be you, nigga.

I'mma call your ass later.

Get from the lower ghetto
to the higher ghetto,

they act like they don't know your ass,

you know what I'm sayin'?

- That's Charles.
- Can you tell me where to go, please?

Just go up La Brea where we been going.

Okay.

Yep, right there.

I appreciate the ride.

Thanks, Ice.

Bye, George.

Shit.

Okay.

Dad?

_

Okay, everyone, take your seats.

We are about to get started.

Hey, are y'all saving this seat?

- Nope, you got it.
- Thank you.

- You don't even have your flask?
- No, I'm sorry.

I didn't know it was BYOB.

I thought they provided
the paint and the sip.

Damn, girl, the sip is the whole point.

Well, I'm not gonna finish
this whole bottle, so...

if y'all want any of
this Pinot, let me know.

This is my last weekend
as a single bitch,

so we will definitely
take you up on that.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- I go first.
- And then me.

- This is actually really heavy.
- I got you, I got you.

Teamwork!

Where y'all visiting from?

Oh, we're from DC.

No, y'all are from DC.

This bitch is from PG County.

I don't know what that means,

but I feel like I should
congratulate you.

Pretty Girl County ain't shit.

But ain't nobody else I'd
have as my bridesmaids.

Yeah, we've been through it,

but we always have each other's backs.

I love that. Ride or dies.

Yep, except that one time
Rahel put my wig in the dryer.

Or when Kindsey oversauced the hot wings

at my grandfather's repass.

Or when Dina fucked my brother.

I really did do that, huh?

Oh, damn, Dina.

Wait, why does your
cactus look like a dick?

No, it don't.

Why didn't you use the green?

- Sometimes cacti be brown.
- Bitch, the bush?

I can't.

They're tumbleweeds.

Well, it looks like someone's
having a little trouble, huh?

- Excuse me?
- What's funny?

She a artist, fall back.

It's beautiful. It's a masterpiece.

- Thank you.
- If we were painting dicks.

_

_

Hey, it was nice meeting you.

Oh, it was so nice meeting y'all, too.

I hope y'all have fun tonight.

I'mma go home and hang
my dick on the wall.

Bye.

Well, we actually were thinking about

hittin' up the bar on the
corner. Wanna come?

Oh, actually, I...

You know what? I'm down.

- Let's go.
- All right.

Wait, no, no, wait. How did he do it?

I walked into my bedroom,
right? And he was passed out

on the bed with an empty
pill bottle in his hands.

And before I was able to dial 911,

he popped up and he was
like, "I'm addicted to you".

Will you marry me?

- That's terrifying.
- I know, right?

Brandon will be Brandon. I love my man.

So anyway, you're from here.

So you must see famous
people all the time, huh?

Ha, not really.

Well, I guess actually
more for work, yeah.

Ooh, okay. What do you do?

Oh, it's hard to explain.
I don't want to bore y'all.

Girl, we drunk. Everything is exciting.

Please share.

Well, I create events

and support local artists
and businesses in South LA.

- So you're like in marketing.
- Or like, an event planner.

It's a little of both.

I bring people together and
expose them to unique places

and experiences.

If I had to put a title on
it, I guess I'd say I'm a...

cultural curator?

Damn, bitch. That sounds cool as fuck.

Thank you. Yeah, I mean, I just did

an event with Vince Staples.

Yeah, like, stuff like that,
but, like, chill though.

- Oh, damn, Vince Staples?
- Ooh!

Y'all need to stop gassing me up.

Please, I'm about to gas
you up and light you on fire.

Bitch, that's bomb.

Thank you.

So you're basically the plug.

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

- Hm.
- Damn, that's tight.

We ain't got no plugs in Maryland.

Just a bunch of dusty outlets.

I'll be right back.
Gotta use the bathroom.

- Okay.
- Oh, me, too.

Find me a man on the
way to the bathroom.

This bathroom smells
mad good. I love that.

Yeah, it smells like fresh bread
in here, what the fuck?

So, Miss Plug, where
the niggas hiding at?

Well, that depends on what
kinda niggas you looking for.

I don't discriminate.

Well, if you like hood niggas,
you gotta go below the 10.

But if you like artsy niggas,
you can go to Los Feliz

or Silver Lake.

And if you like rich niggas,
you gotta go to Ladera.

Damn, you know your stuff.
What else you got?

Oh, well if you like earthy niggas,

you can go to Leimert Park.

If you like your niggas
with a little zest,

you can go to West Hollywood.

Ooh, if you like married niggas,
you can go to Pasadena.

Or Alta Dena.

Really any of the Denas.

So where you think y'all gonna go?

Kindsey?

Kindsey, did you fall in?

Kindsey?

Okay, whenever you're ready.

We were thinking about hitting up
that bar on the corner, wanna come?

- Cultural curator.
- Fancy!

Y'all need to stop gassing me up!

So, Miss Plug,
where the niggas hiding at?

Girl, you know your stuff.
What else you got?

Oh, there they go, there
they go, there they go.

There you bitches go.

- What's good, Kindsey?
- What the fuck?

Yeah, how many points
y'all get for that?

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Everything, bitch!

"Where the niggas at?"

Not looking for your
crying bitch ass, huh?

- You ain't shit.
- A-ha!

- I'm calling the cops!
- Welcome to LA!

_

Hey, you busy?

Can I come over?

I am so happy you called.

Hey, Mom.

- Ah-ah-ah-ah, shoes off.
- Since when?

Stanley got me reading
a book about Japan.

Okay...

I'm just saying, you
threw a whole block party

and you didn't even invite your mother.

Mom, you've told me
repeatedly you don't like

crowds of black people.

I don't like crowds of
anything. They make me itch.

Well, I'll work on not having
a crowd at the next one.

Oh, so you're doing another one.

I think so. Maybe.

Okay, so... it went well, then.

Yeah. Yeah, it was good.

You want some gumbo? I
got some in the freezer.

That's okay.

Come here.

What?

I just don't know what
I'm supposed to do next.

Sounds to me like you're entering
into a new season in your life.

Which one? Fall? 'Cause it hurts.

Growing pains are just that. Painful.

Yeah, but Mom, I'm not 12. I'm 30.

When you were 30, you were married.

You had a house, you had two kids.

Oh, I ain't want y'all.

I didn't think I could have kids.

I made a mistake.

Twice, 'cause there are two of us.

Yeah, I made two mistakes.

That is Earth-shattering.

It was for me too. But I figured it out.

And y'all ended up being
the best parts of my life.

You're built the same way.
You're gonna figure it out.

If you say so.

I just feel like I'm all over the place.

And I keep thinkin' about
that one time when you said

I had my hand in too many pots.

- When did I say that?
- At Aunt May's anniversary.

I overheard you talking about it

when I was sneaking cake to my room.

That is not what I meant.

I was speaking to all the things
that you were interested in

and you were good at.

I admire that about you.

You admire me?

I just...

never thought that.

Thanks, Mom.

So how are you and Stanley.
He doin' right by you?

Ooh, yes he is!

Ew, Mom, that's not what I meant.

- Ooh.
- So are y'all gonna get married?

And inherit those twins? No thank you.

Mm-mm.

No, no, no.

You don't want Keisha with alopecia?

Ooh, honey, neither one of 'em.

- Hey.
- This is Kelli.

May I ask who's calling?

Kelli, it's Issa. You called me.

I know I called your ass.

But you ignoring me like
you my biological father.

Where you been? Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. I...
I've just been busy.

Okay, well, have you called Molly yet?

- Uh-uh.
- Why not?

'Cause she hasn't called me.

So that's it? That's a wrap?

Issa, come on.

I know you're upset right
now, but maybe if y'all

sat down and talked face-to-face
you could work it out.

Are you giving Molly this same energy?

Yes, I've been callin' that bitch too.

Look, when me and Tiff
let our shit sit too long,

we almost didn't come back from it.

I just don't wanna be the
one to reach out this time.

Okay, so what? If she doesn't call,

y'all just never gonna speak again?

Yo, that block party was tight!

Yo, who was selling the soul food

with the truffle mac and cheese?

I need to put the homies on.

That was Our Kitchen, thanks for coming.

- Bless up.
- Who was that first artist

with the locs? Shit slapped.

That was Derrius Logan. Check him out.

Where can I find more stuff like this?

I got you. Coming soon.

♪ About to get this food ♪

♪ From an Ethiopian dude ♪

♪ I'm feeling really good ♪

Nope, doesn't work.

Aye, y'all going to Mexico too?

We're all going to Mexico.

I got on the wrong plane once.

- I got in the wrong marriage too.
- Okay.

This place is beautiful.

Andy! Superstar!

If he starts to get too cocky,
just say "gingerbread".

- Stop, stop, stop.
- Oh, gingerbread?

You are the worst.

Baby, can we just chill tonight?

It's annoying at first but
he knows a good schedule.

I hope you're ready to sweat
'cause it's 3 miles straight up.

Are we there yet?

But how we getting down?

Hey, y'all, it's time for a new
episode of the Wine Down.

This week we're discussing

"Lowkey Done". This is a big one.

This is... Yeah, this is
a solo Issa episode.

It was a solo Issa episode,

- until the end.
- Till the end.

So this episode has a lot of Issa trying

to figure out, obviously,
a lot of things

- post-block party.
- Yes.

Why do you think Issa's
being so stubborn

about reaching out to Molly
after what happened?

Stubborn? In the course of the series,

Issa is always reaching out,
to do a gesture,

or apologize to Molly.
But then someone said,

"Because she always fucking up".

She... She does always mess up.

But I think this time it's different.

It's just like, when you're
in these situations,

when you're fresh off a fight,
you are thinking about

the tallied history of issues,

and the reach outs,
and things like that.

And I feel like Issa feels
particularly wronged.

You know, Molly's words
are echoing in her head

about being a user.
And I think she just wants

the olive branch extended
for once in their friendship,

um, to explain.

I think it'd be one thing if
they had that fight at home.

Even if the chaos hadn't
happened post the block party.

You know, even if it had
calmed itself down,

and Molly just walked off.
I meant you say it...

You say, "You saw me
struggling, now we got y'all.

Like this is the culmination
of all this hard work.

Do we have to do this here? Do we have

- to do this right now?"
- Yeah.

And then the next day,
the comments about the block party.

I feel like Issa is just stewing
on those things, and it's like,

"You embarrassed me at my thing".

- You know?
- Yep, absolutely.

Why do you feel this was
the right moment in time

to meet Issa's mom?

You know, and what does Issa
sort of learn from her?

Watching shows, I personally
have never been interested

in the parental backstory,
unless there was a reason.

And I felt like Issa is
so isolated at this time,

she's lost the core
friendship in her life.

And I feel like there's
something about going back

to her roots,
and trying to figure out like,

"Am I a user? Where did this come from?"

Sometimes you just...
You don't know where else

to go, sometimes you just need your mom.

And she doesn't realize,
like, how sad she is,

how much she's holding on to this.

- And moms always know.
- Moms know.

And I think Issa's relying
on that as just like,

"My mom knows. My mom knows
the right things to say".

Issa's supposed to do this
self-care Sunday by herself.

Why do you think she decides
to go on the paint and sip

with these girls, as opposed

to continuing to take care of herself?

I think Issa's like, "I'ma just drink,

I'm gonna paint some
cactus-like looking dicks.

And just like, unwind and have some fun.

They think that she's
this cool person from L. A.

- She's the plug.
- You know, the best...

She's the plug! And it's just like,

she sees them as her energy boost.

And they basically... It's like,
"I'm gonna gas you up".

- You know?
- Gas me up then.

- Light me on fire, bitch.
- Light me on fire, bitch.

I wish they were
my friends in real life.

They about to be. Y'all my friends now.

So Issa leaves. She walks out

of the opportunity to talk to Molly.

She takes the sign of seeing Molly

to walk away from her.
Do you think that Issa's done

with her friendship from Molly for good?

I think as we've talked about

in the show, it's like, you know,

are these friendships for, you know,

seasonal or reasonal? Right?

And... And I think that moment
brings up a whole other level of like,

"Was she really gonna hit me?"

- Yeah.
- You know what I mean?

'Cause I don't think Issa
wants that smoke.

But I definitely think Issa was going

to hold it down like she was going...

She was gonna bark
like she was gonna won it.

I also don't think it helps that
at the beginning of the episode,

Issa wants to be reached out to,

you know? She's just like,

"I'm tired of reaching out".
And she walks up,

sees her friend in
her favorite restaurant,

sitting there on her phone, chilling.

Like you have your phone
and you're not using it

- to reach out to me.
- To reach out to me, yep.

So I know, for me,
that would trigger me.

I'm sitting up here
worrying about you all day,

and, you know,
trying to take care of myself,

and wondering if each text is from you.

And you're chilling.

I mean her words are
echoing in your ears

in the beginning of the episode,
and I think the fact

that she's on her phone, getting food,

like it's just like a regular day.

It's a regular day for you,
your life isn't impacted

by any of this. And
so fuck you... for now.

- So maybe not.
- We can't wait

to see you guys again next
week for another episode

of the Wine Down.

- Cheers. Cheers.
- Cheers.