Original subtitles

[suspenseful music]

- [Edward] You don't think I know what you're doing?

Making me look like a fool in front

of all of those people.

- That's not true.

Oh, no [cries].

- And here we are again,

you're not following the rules.

- You don't need to do this Edward,

you really don't.

- [Edward] Get up.

- Oh, no, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry [cries].

- Hey, shh.

If you don't stop yellin',

you're gonna wake up the kids.

You know what happens then.

[Mrs. Tresden cries]

No, please, no.

- Too late.

Now, let's see.

Where did I leave off last time.

[Mrs. Tresden screams] [flesh sears]

[Darrell knocks]

- What's going on here?

Valium and liquor, really Jay?

- I have got to get some sleep.

- Said Michael Jackson to the doctor.

[Jay sighs]

It ain't easy being a Johnson, is it.

[Jay flaps lips]

- Easy is overrated.

A million easy women that you could be with,

but here you are with me.

- At least you not as bad as your father.

- Hello.

- Does it make you mad that you got it

and your brother didn't?

- Emotional challenges and intellect

often live in the same house.

I wouldn't trade places

with that idiot for all the peace in paradise.

- Well, you may not need peace, but I do.

That job you got.

You know the one that pays you less

than the one you had so we can be together more.

- Shit.

[Jay laughs]

- But when you here, you not really here.

And I ain't gonna lie.

It's getting old.

[Jay laughs]

- How do you do that, hmm? - Do what?

- It's always about you, isn't it, huh, huh.

- That's right.

I'm up at 2 o'clock in the morning trying

to make sure you got your shit together.

But it's about me, right.

I didn't think so.

I'm going to bed.

- Like just keep looking.

- I don't even know what I'm looking for.

- Numbers, T, we're looking for numbers,

like a combination or some sort.

- Do you even know what you're doing?

- Yes, I do this all the time.

- Do what all the time?

- Uh, it's not what you think.

- It's always what I think.

That bitch has gotta go.

- Okay, first of all,

this was his idea.

And who the hell you callin' bitch, bitch?

- I'm calling you and you need to get out of my house.

- Hey, don't call my mama a bitch.

- Don't call my mama, don't talk to Mama.

- Okay, well, come say it to my face, ho.

- What, Mom.

- It is not a problem. - Mom, Mom.

- You are in my house and-

- Okay, kick me out then.

Put me out.

[talking over each other]

- I got it just calm down, why don't you put

your arm down there.

- So, put me out lady.

- What?

- I'm putting you out.

- Oh, no, no, no.

[Martin knocks]

- Looks like you're deep into something,

is this a bad time?

- Jean, I just sent you

that Mason Manor development thing.

- [Jean] Got it, thanks.

- Mason Manor, messy housing case.

Wasn't that with Ruth?

- Yeah, well, she got stuck 'cause it's complicated

and I like complicated.

- You trying to get on her good side?

- She's got one.

- Oh, it's there. - Oh.

- Yeah, she just, she was our sole queen

for a long time and you just show up and-

- Oh, it's not just that.

She's also, I don't know,

there are these veiled references to Anderson.

- You didn't get that woman killed.

You know, it happens to us all sooner or later.

You miss something because you don't have

a crystal ball and everyone likes

to think that you do, but you don't.

- Have you seen the latest?

- And it isn't just the men abandoning the women

to the men's bad behavior.

Let me introduce you to Judge Jay Johnson.

- Yeah, I can't.

You can't let some kid

who has no idea what she's talking about

let you second guess yourself.

A while back,

I was on the bench three or four years

and I was cocky.

Howard even said something to me about it once.

- What did he say?

- Don't get your wings burned, Ike.

- Ah.

- I'm not gonna lie, I didn't understand the reference.

I had to look it up.

- Icarus didn't listen to his daddy

and flew too close to the sun.

- [Together] And got his wings burned.

- Anyway, I had Loretha Mathis

on our domestic violence docket.

She hit her mother over the head

with a skillet.

And she came in here angry,

yelling and cursing with all that.

Problem was I got caught up in her attitude

and I didn't listen.

I always sent DV cases to probation

for them to write up a pre-sentencing report,

but she got so far underneath my skin

and once she pled out, I sentenced her right there.

I put her in jail for six months.

- So what happened?

- Less than two months after she got out,

she was dead, poisoning.

- Her mother?

- Ethyl alcohol.

Takes a while and it's not pretty

and had I got a pre-sentencing report,

I would've known that Loretha's mother had

a long history with CPS for abusing her kids.

- Hmm.

- Loretha was the oldest

and she was just trying to protect

her brothers and sisters,

but all I saw was a loud, Black woman

and I have to live with that.

The point is, we're judges.

And we're not infallible.

- Thank you.

- Uh, Judge, I'm gonna get to the Mason thing,

but your docket is pretty thick,

so we gotta get out there now.

- Hmm.

- As do I, yeah.

You okay?

- Better, although, yeah,

you could've come in with that story

a little bit sooner.

- Yeah.

- Martin.

- Howard.

- Did he tell you about Loretha?

- How'd you know?

- I told him to.

After that ignorant shit he did.

The least he could do is make

it come to some good.

Want one?

- No, I'm good, thank you.

- So how's our docket shaping up for today?

- Just got a DV from Deep Alpharetta.

That's unusual.

- Deep Alpharetta?

- Oh, you know, Deep Alpharetta.

They're where the houses get big

and really far apart.

You see, I'm from Shallow Alpharetta.

And you have been in swats for a long time,

which is starting to get rough around

the edges, no.

- Well, that's true everywhere, sis.

- Why do you stay?

- I'm too old to change.

Besides, you and Martin can have

a Shallow Alpharetta.

- Got no flavor.

- Flavor?

- All those people out there with their MAGA hats

in Southwest Atlanta,

talking about defunding the police.

Two communities, full of people,

looking for somebody else to blame

for their predicament other than themselves.

You know, muni court used to be a place

where regular people who got themselves

in a squeeze came.

Now, the whole world's worries

and America's failings wash up in waves.

But I'm retiring in two.

- Look, I think we should get out of here.

Domestic violence dockets are always a beast.

- Let them wait.

What are they gonna do, complain?

They're all out there trying not

to go to jail and you the one

they gotta convince not to send them.

- Yeah, but.

- Yeah, but my ass.

- [Jean] Judge!

- You worry too much, Jean.

Jean knows what's what, don't you, sis?

- Judge, I swear you get worse every day.

Andrew told me that you cursed

on the bench twice last week.

- Two years, count 'em, two,

with nary an election in 'em.

And I'm ridin' off into the sunset

with a full pension and health benefits.

- Get it together.

- There's nothing they can do to me now.

I say what I like and I like what I say.

- Thanks for giving me Jean, by the way.

She keeps me- - Altogether, I know, yeah.

- You don't have to keep thanking me.

My sister's been worried about me retiring.

I go, she's out of a job.

Now that you're here,

she's good to go as long as you are.

- I just, I still feel like we're cheating

on you or something.

- At the first opportunity,

I'll ask a favor of you,

then we'll be even, how's that?

- It'll work.

[Howard chuckles]

- Okay, I better go and get robed up.

All right, take care now.

- Okay, I'll accept that plea.

Prosecutor Meeks, what do we have here?

- Your Honor, on the date and time indicated,

police were called to the house of Edward Trasden

by one 16-year-old Elliot Trasden.

That's the son of the defendant and he victim.

- Victim?

- Yes.

Victim.

Let's see here.

Once they arrived, Mr. Trasden refused

to let the officers in,

so they forced the door.

Once inside, the son told the police

his mother was in the master bathroom.

When they coaxed her out,

they noticed that she had

a bright red spot on the left side of her face,

indicating that she had been slapped.

- If I may, Your Honor.

Mr. Trasden does admit to hitting Mrs. Trasden,

but these were extraordinary circumstances.

My client had just found out

that his wife was having an affair

and in the heat of an argument slapped her.

He regrets that, Your Honor,

and while we know this court prefers

to send these matters to probation

to make a pre-trial sentencing report,

we humbly request

that you consider sentencing today.

Mr. Trasden is an investment banker

with no criminal record.

He understands he was wrong

and just so you're comfortable, Judge,

Ms. Trasden is here and is willing

to confirm these statements.

- I always send DVs for pre-sentencing reports.

- Can you just hear from her?

I think she'll put your mind at ease.

- Okay, well, send her in.

- Thank you, Judge.

- But I don't know what she'll say

that'll make me change my mind.

Mrs. Trasden, you can come up here, please.

- Thank you.

- How are you?

- I'm fine, Your Honor.

- If I may, I'd like to ask her a few questions just

to move this thing along.

- Mr. Malloy, there is no way

that I'm letting the attorney

of a domestic violence perpetrator interrogate a victim.

This is not a trial.

- Certainly, Your Honor.

- Mrs. Trasden, you are the victim

and this is not a trial.

You can speak to me now if you want to,

but you do not have to.

You can speak to my probation officer privately

if this is too uncomfortable for you.

Moreover, you have the right

to request a restraining order against Mr. Trasden

if you feel that you have any concern

about his safety while he's out awaiting

a pre-sentencing report.

And I am very serious about my restraining orders.

If you so much as pass her on the street

and wink, you will serve every single day

of six months in jail.

- Oh, no, I understand.

This is my fault.

- Mrs. Trasden, where is Elliott?

- He's at- - He's fine.

- Your mama never told you

to speak when spoken to?

First of all, I wasn't talking to you

and second of all I asked where he is

and I asked that question to Ms. Trasden.

- Judge, this is just a case

of a fleeting moment of anger

after he received such devastating news.

If the court could just consider closing

this matter today,

both Mr. and Mrs. Trasden would be grateful.

[Jay clears throat]

- You know what?

Okay, I agree.

There's no need for a pre-sentencing report

at this time.

- Thank you so much, Your Honor.

You will not regret this.

- Yes, thank you, Your Honor.

We're anxious to get this marriage back on track.

- Mr. Trasden, based on your plea

of no contest to both obstruction of justice

and domestic violence,

I find you guilty as charged

and sentenced you to eight months in jail.

I will stay all but 60 days of that sentence,

but you must start serving today.

Jean, will you get Mr. Wheeler and Mr. Grimes in here.

Mr. Trasden is going to jail today.

Now, I don't know what's going on in your house,

but what I do know is that I am not gonna let

you go home.

You are a man who is prone to anger.

I could see it all in your face,

the way you fix your suit,

the way you smile.

You're a man that needs to be in control

at all times.

And what's interesting is that she walked in here

and you smiled like a Cheshire cat,

even though you had just learned

that you cheated on you.

Mm-mm.

I also asked, "Where is Elliott

and you said to me, "He's fine."

Well, why in the world wouldn't he be?

What I believe is that you didn't just slap her.

You beat her, didn't you?

Because I know the difference

between a flinch of surprise

and a flinch of pain.

Now what I'm going to do is I'm going

to send social services to that house

and have them report back to me.

That'll determine whether I continue

to stay those last six months

or whether he'll have to serve them,

but whatever happens, Mrs. Trasden is not safe

and neither is her son

and I'm gonna ask you

and you can answer me truthfully

because you are safe here.

Is Elliott okay?

- No, he's not, Your Honor.

- [Mother] Come here Michael.

[Michael sighs]

- Yes, Mom.

- I need to know how that packing is going.

- [Michael] Come on, I thought we talked

about this already.

- What we talked about was you all moving in

for just a few weeks

after you lost all the money influencing.

- Come on, Ma, this is the future.

Look, I got some dope bright ideas.

- All you got is debt, a diploma

and bad taste in women.

- [Tanisha] I heard that.

- This is my house.

- Okay, but it was his idea.

Why I gotta leave?

- Ma, come on, you act like were were stealing.

We was, you know, just down there looking for the-

- Oh, please.

You might be hanging with a criminal,

you're not cut out for this.

- Really?

You wanna talk about me like that

in front of her?

I am your son, hello.

- My son, 28, in my basement

with the corner ho.

- Uh, okay, bitch, I know you old,

but you better watch- - No, no, no.

- Relax, stop.

- You saw that, right?

- Yeah, I saw that.

- [Father] Come on, goddamn it.

- Look what you did.

Now I got to deal with this.

Son of a bitch.

Get to packing.

- I told you we would get caught.

What we supposed to do now?

- Nothing, just relax, aight.

Look, one he go on his little rant,

that's no longer our problem.

We could just chill.

- You hurt my wrist earlier.

- Mm.

Go make me a sandwich.

- Okay.

[Michael exhales]

- You guys ready?

You guys ready?

Okay, so, are we all set for our plea deals?

Okay, are we ready to take pleas, Judge.

[Howard snores]

Judge.

Judge.

- So, um, what happened?

- The long and the short of it, Your Honor,

is that Ms. Hardeman asked their son, Leo, Jr.,

to do the dishes.

He balked and Leo intervened.

There was a bit of pushing and shoving,

but there is no question that Leo was first

to put his hands on his son.

- Got to barking in your house, did he?

- Something like that.

- Your Honor, my client pleads no contest.

- I accept that.

Who called the police?

- Mrs. Hardeman.

But to be clear, she was concerned

for her husband, not the boy.

Stand up.

- Got it.

Leo, is there anything you'd like

to say before I rule?

- He's right.

My wife told him to do the dishes

and he refused.

Personally, I see that as discipline.

But, I see the law sees it otherwise.

- Yeah, they get called on a domestic,

it's automatic arrest policy.

Somebody's gotta go.

Mr. Hardeman, I find you guilty,

but impose no jail time.

I'm gonna fine you $250.

And if I were you, I'd make him pay it.

I had to find him guilty

because technically, he is.

But let me tell you what, son.

You not a victim of anything,

so don't let what just happened here fool you.

Your father is just trying

to make sure that you end up where you need to be.

And you need to respect both his house and his wife.

Now, if you can't listen to him,

you're gonna find yourself here

on your way to becoming a statistic

that he did everything he could

to help you avoid.

Do we understand each other?

- Yes, sir.

- Matter's dismissed. [gavel pounds]

- So there's only one case

on the small claims docket?

- Yep.

Everybody settled except one, guess who?

The Steeles.

- Really? Well, this'll be fun.

- [Jean] Fun?

- Interesting, Jean.

- They're a pain in the mm is what they are.

- Well, maybe we can figure out

what makes old Lily tick.

Save that man some grief.

- Nothing but the grace of God is gonna work that out.

- Well, one can come

to Jesus anywhere, including here.

- Judge, what did you do with the warrants?

- Right.

I know I have them here and, uh.

- Judge, you know what?

You are gonna have to let me do something

with your office.

You're worse than Howard.

- I'll find them later.

- Okay, we're gonna have to

because we gotta get started.

- Okay.

Have you seen my shoes?

Ooh, there they are.

Here they go.

- All right.

You're all set.

- She working right?

- As right as an '05 Mustang will run.

- So how much I owe you.

- Oh, Grant will take care of you inside.

- I want to know how much I owe you.

- Not a thing.

- You sure?

- Tell Mack I said what's up.

- For what?

- It's been a minute.

[zipper pulls]

- All right, you got my number.

- I do.

Yo, Grant.

He'll take care of you inside.

[zipper zips]

- I'd love to be you, just for a day.

- You couldn't hang.

- I'd like to try.

- So, let me get this straight.

You're saying he's doing what?

- He's stealing from me

and I want my things back.

- What has he taken again.

- I, I have a list here somewhere.

- Okay.

Okay.

So, while Ms. Steele is looking

for her list, why don't you tell me anything

that you'd like me to know.

- You mean, like an opening statement?

- Just what you think that I'll see here.

- Nothing.

Judge, I haven't taken anything.

She misplaces things.

Sometimes I find them for her, sometimes I don't.

I don't know what else to do.

She keeps at it and I don't care.

- Gotcha.

Ms. Steele.

- I couldn't find the list,

but here's this figurine.

I got them in a fair in the summer of 1972.

There's another one just like it,

but he took it.

- Mm, okay, so, we have a missing figurine.

- Oh, but there's so much more.

Oh, here it is.

Here's my list.

- Okay, you give me your list, thank you, Jean,

and I'll read off the items one by one

and you can tell me how and when each one

of them went missing.

Oh.

[paper crinkles]

Okay, so, I see we have a number

of missing scarves.

- Do you see the ones with an asterisk by them?

They were missing, but they've been returned.

- Okay, so then we don't need

to talk about them then.

There's only one scarf

that does not have an asterisk next to it.

- Well, but, but, you're missing

the whole point here, Judge.

What happens is he takes them

and uses them and then he returns them,

but when he does, their energy is so off.

You see, this one?

It went missing October 7th

and I didn't get it back until October 12th.

And this one, well, it went missing

at the end of January of last year

and this one, oh, well, this one,

it just went missing a few weeks ago.

[phone rings]

- What now, Mom?

No, I gotta go home.

I got problems of my own at my own house.

I can't fix them if I keep having to come over

and solve yours.

Well, Daddy's right.

That he may be, but he's not stupid.

- Judge Johnson, we need you.

- Did you hear that?

Gotta go.

You can handle it.

Thank you.

- Heard what about Edward Trasden.

- Oh?

- Hell of a pickup on your part.

- Who told you that?

- Jean.

- He read all wrong.

It's raining.

You mind if I walk you?

- Sure.

- I'll grab my umbrella.

- I appreciate your encouragement and praise.

- Oh, of course.

You've got great instincts.

- Thank you.

- You keep it up, it's gonna serve you well.

- Thanks, Dad [laughs].

- Well, it's not the dynamic I was asking for

on that compliment.

- Well, speaking of dads,

there is where I get my instincts from.

- Well, he sounds like a great man.

- He is.

- Few see it and just,

I mean, and you're so young.

[Jay laughs]

- You wanna grab a bite?

I know of a spot.

- I gotta get home.

- To Darrell?

- Yeah.

- A little birdie told me

that you and Mr. Darrell Johnson aren't married.

- You really helped me out today, Martin.

Thank you.

- Anytime.

In you go.

Drive carefully.

What are you doing here?

- Looking for you.

Haven't heard from you in a while

and can't seem to get you on the phone.

- Well, I've been busy.

- Yeah?

I see that.

- No, you don't.

- You don't even try, do you?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Mm.

- [Martin] You wanna grab a bite? Come on.

[door squeaks]

[upbeat music]

- Oh, my God.

???

???

- Oh. - Hey.

- Hey [laughs].

What is going on?

? Every word in this song's gonna be about you ?

- Hi. - Hey, how are you?

- Good, thank you.

My name is Jay.

- Jay, I'm Darrell.

- Oh, nice to meet you.

- Put your stuff down and grab a seat for me.

I'll be over there in a minute.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- Walk slow, though.

- Oh.

- I wanna see you walk over there.

[Jay laughs]

Yeah.

Mm.

- Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, real flowers, huh?

- [Darrell] Mm-hmm, yeah.

- And chocolates.

For me?

- [Darrell] All for you.

- Oh, you've been home all day drinking in the dark?

- Getting ready.

- What are you looking to do

and why do you have to be drunk to do it?

- Be cool. Be quiet.

[gentle music]

- [Jay] That's baby making music.

Oh [laughs].

- Ain't no pull out game.

[both laugh]

- What are you doing?

Oh, my God.

[both laughing]

Okay.

All right.

- Oh, I need you back in front of me.

- Oh, my.

Oh, my God.

- Ain't nothing coming out.

- Go sexy.

Go sexy.

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby.

Go, baby.

Hey.

That's mine right there. - All yours.

- [Jay] What'd I say?

- [Darrell] This is for you.

- Oh, thank you.

- [Darrell] Come here.

- What, me? - Yeah, you.

- Come on dance with me.

Dance with me like you used to.

Hey, ooh, okay.

???

- You're the best.

- Look, I know things haven't been

as smooth as they used to.

- Mm-hmm.

- But I been trying really hard to make this work.

And I hope that we can build from here,

move forward from here

and be right here, better.

- Me, too.

[phone rings]

- Don't even think about it.

- I'm sorry.

- No.

- It's be cool. Be quiet.

- Jay, I'm serious.

- Just-

[phone rings]

Be cool.

- Jay.

- Be, hey, what's wrong?

What?

Okay, just, just hang tight.

We'll be right there.

- What the fuck you mean we?

- Darrell, my dad and, got into it

with Michael and Tanisha.

He's threatening to kill everybody, we gotta go.

- That's their problem, that's not our problem.

- That's our problem.

- No, it's not our problem.

Our problem is not a problem.

- Darrell, please.

- It's actually a solution.

It's actually right here. - Darrell, please.

- Let's just go, okay.

We will get him together,

dope him up and then we will be back here

in no time and that's it.

Come on.

What are you worried about some fucking candles?

- No, I'm worried about me and you

and what we're doing right now.

- And nothing is going to change.

We're just gonna go-

- You can't recreate a moment.

- Yes, you can.

You can light a hundred fucking candles

anytime you want.

- That doesn't bring this moment right here.

- Okay, so then we'll do it again.

- I mean, we could sit there-

- You're complaining about fucking candles,

are you serious?

- Who the fuck are you raising your voice at?

- Okay, you're complaining about fucking candles,

are you fucking serious.

Can you just not be a narcissist right now,

is that possible?

- I can't fuckin' believe you.

- What? What narcissist?

What can't you believe?

- Oh, so I'm a narcissist?

- Yes!

- Do you not see what's going on here?

- Why do you have such a big problem with family?

- You put your family before me every fuckin' time.

- I don't understand.

Everything is about you.

Everything is about me, this relationship.

It's not just me and you.

- Well, you know what?

I'd rather a a fuckin' narcissist

than a fuckin' pill popper.

- Yeah, I might be a fuckin' pill popper,

but at least I'm honest about my shit.

At least I know who the fuck I am.

You, you're a fucking liar.

You lie about who the fuck you are,

you lie about who the fuck you're fucking.

I may not have a lot of sane shit going on for me,

but at least I fucking love

and at least I have a family that fucking loves me

and I, and I hate to fucking say this

because I don't like to use this word,

but you're fucking jealous

and that is the root of your shit.

Maybe you need to go out there

and find your fucking father.

- Get the fuck out my face, Jay.

- Get your fucking shoes on

and get in the motherfucking car.

That's what Darrell.

- I knew this day would come. - Just calm down.

- Yeah.

- [Michael] Daddy, calm down.

Calm down.

Everything's all out of place.

- Dad. - Jay!

- Daddy.

- What did you take, huh?

- Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, it's me, it's me.

It's Jay.

- You took something, I know you did.

You took my plans.

- No, I didn't.

- Daddy, Daddy, hang on.

Just talk to me.

- I don't wanna hear anything from you, Jay.

Y'all gonna learn toady.

- Look, okay, well, I ain't scared of you.

[all yelling]

- Wait a minute, calm down.

How you just gonna come up in here.

What you working for him, too.

- Be cool, man, just chill.

- Chill?

How you gonna tell me

the fuck to do in my house.

All you motherfuckers are gonna go

to prison, all of you.

- What do you think you're doing?

- What do you mean what am I doing?

You started this shit.

- Yo, Mike, chill, man.

- What do you mean, will you look at this.

- Michael, I asked you for money,

not your weird ass daddy.

Ain't my fault you ain't got shit.

[Darrell laughs]

- Yo, what the hell you laughing at

with your GED-having ass.

[punch strikes]

- Don't put your hands on him. - Ow!

- Stay your ass down

before I put you back down.

- Okay, it's time for you to get out now.

You were supposed to be here

for a few weeks.

It's been three months, get out now.

- How you gonna tell me

to live with in my own house.

- [Together] Your house?

[police knocking] - Police, open up.

- [Together] Who called the police?

- Darrell, come on, straighten up, come on.

- Come on this side.

Sit, sit, sit with Mom, sit with Mom.

- Get your ass over here, sit down, boy.

[police knocking]

- [Together] How you doing, officers?

- That's a more pleasant greeting

than we usually get.

- Judge?

- Officer Taylor, right, hi.

- This is the most congenial domestic violence

I've ever encountered.

- They called it in as a domestic?

- Yep.

- No way we can nudge

this down to assault or disorderly?

- It came into dispatch as DV,

it's out of our hands.

- Aw, damn.

- Hey, Judge, if you can just identify

the main perpetrator, we can call it in as that.

- I know, somebody's gotta go.

Just one second, please.

- I am not going to jail for your family, Jay.

- It's not like you've not been to jail before.

- You wanna put your dad, he's the problem.

- He's not in his right mind.

He goes down there,

he'll tell all the wrong things

to all the wrong people

and if we get Bounce and Tanisha to do it,

then they're not going down alone.

They'll implicate all of us

and then we're all going to jail.

- What about your mama.

- I know you are not about to say my mama.

- Ain't this about a bitch.

[fork banging]

- You're pouting again, Lilly.

- I had the things.

It was all right there.

I don't know why they can't see it.

- 'Cause it was nothing there.

Well, if you're not gonna eat it.

- Downstairs again all day?

I gotta, I gotta pay better attention.

I gotta get it all written,

written down and I, get, get that,

I gotta get, get her.

She sees him.

She don't like him.

Get her!

Get her.

I gotta go and get her.

Larry!

Larry!

Stop that banging.

Bang, bang, bang.

[cane bangs]

Larry!

You bang.

[Lilly bangs]

I bang.

You bang!

[Lilly bangs]

I bang!

- Lilly, I told you I was working.

[object bangs]

[body thuds]

[suspenseful music]

[door slams]

[suspenseful music]

???

? I heard him say chilvary was dead ?

? Uh huh

? I can see it in your eyes you scared ?

? Uh huh

? Cause it ain't nothin' for you here ?

? Lot of skeletons in my closet there ?

? Uh huh

? Baby, destruction is part of the plan ?

? I'm your leader, the emporer, the maze ?

? I'ma need my respect in the face ?

? And if you get offended, too bad ?

? Cause I'm the heart eater

? I'm the heart eater, baby, it's a dinner date ?

? I'ma eat solo, solo, solo, solo, solo, solo. ?

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