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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.

♪ (R&B MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

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

I'm just glad you always believed in me.

ANDREW: 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? -(CHEERING)

-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 always been.

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

-That bitch got a gun! -(SCREAMING)

-Whose got a gun? -WOMAN: Is it a knife?

-WOMAN 2: This is my life! -(SCREAMING)

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

-♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪ -(THUNDER)

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

Molly: 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...

(echoing)

♪ There's something 'bout the rain ♪

♪ I can't help but wonder when the weather's gon' change ♪

♪ Let go of the... ♪

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

Brittany: Where were those bomb ass tacos from?

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

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

Anthony: I can't believe Vince Staples was there!

Brandon: 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--

(crying)

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.

("Leave Me Alone" by Kari Faux playing)

♪ Don't hit my line ♪

♪ Don't call my phone ♪

♪ And don't waste my time ♪

♪ Leave me alone ♪

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.

-(quietly): 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.

("Team Loner" by Ras Austin playing)

♪ Heat wave, sunshine in the sky ♪

♪ Girl, let 'em throw shade, that's more convenient ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ Break it down, look ♪

♪ Attitude, gratitude, satisfied, mm ♪

♪ I ain't even stressin' what these other hoes ♪

♪ Advertise, funny they could sabotage ♪

♪ Everything you workin' on ♪

♪ Trust what we build, trust me ♪

♪ That's what I'm workin' on ♪

♪ Do you ever get tired of bein' a loner ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Do you ever get tired of bein' a loner ♪

(phone rings)

Nathan, hey.

Hey, what's up, Iss?

Issa: 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.

(chuckles) 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.

Nathan: 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.

("Paid in Full" by BOSCO playing)

♪ Livin' large ♪

♪ As long as my bills paid ♪

♪ I know that my nigga straight ♪

♪ Praying for better days ♪

♪ Livin' large... ♪

Woman: 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?

(exhales)

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

Okay.

Woman: 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. -(laughter)

-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.

(machine buzzes)

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

-Can I try again? -Sure.

-(chuckles) -(machine buzzes)

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.

(smooth R&B music playing)

(man shouting, indistinct)

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.

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

(funky music playing)

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.

(emphatically): 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!

-(tires screeching) -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. -(chuckles) 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.

(funky music playing)

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!

(clears throat) 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.

Issa: Okay.

♪ Hey, I'm 'bout my benjis, straight chase♪

♪ Won't chase no lame ass bitches, no way ♪

♪ On gang, I'm with the business, don't shake ♪

♪ Straight drop, sippin' lean, I poured eight ♪

♪ Want a mansion, want a bad bitch ♪

♪ I'm a real ass nigga, I'm a savage ♪

Yep, right there.

(exhales, clears throat)

I appreciate the ride.

Thanks, Ice.

(car door closes)

Bye, George.

Shit.

Okay.

Dad?

("Art Hoes" by Kadiata playing)

♪ Bet you never thought you would have missed me ♪

Instructor: 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.

(enthusiastic agreement)

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!

(laughter)

(upbeat music playing)

Where y'all visiting from?

Oh, we're from DC.

No, y'all are from DC.

This bitch is from PG County.

Issa: I don't know what that means,

but I feel like I should congratulate you.

(laughter)

Pretty Girl County ain't shit.

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

Kindsey: 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.

(laughter)

Wait, why does your cactus look like a dick?

-No, it don't. -(laughter)

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.

(laughter)

Dina: It's beautiful. It's a masterpiece.

-Thank you. -If we were painting dicks.

(light music playing)

(Kelli speaking)

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.

-(laughter) -Bye.

Well, we actually were thinking about

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

Oh, actually, I...

(mouthing)

You know what? I'm down.

-Let's go. -All right.

♪ Tell them I'm sexy regardless ♪

♪ Can't buy this from the market ♪

(laughter)

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.

(chuckling)

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.

(laughter)

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

-Okay. -Oh, me, too.

Find me a man on the way to the bathroom.

(laughter)

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.

(urinating)

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.

(laughs)

So where you think y'all gonna go?

Kindsey?

Kindsey, did you fall in?

Kindsey?

("Hood Rat Shit" by Megan Thee Stallion playing)

♪ I wanna do it 'cause it's fun ♪

♪ It's fun to do bad things ♪

♪ ♪

Okay, whenever you're ready.

♪ Hoodrat shit, huh, with my hoodrat friends, hey ♪

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

-Issa: Cultural curator. -Rahel: Fancy!

-(laughter) -Issa: Y'all need to stop gassing me up!

Kindsey: So, Miss Plug, where the niggas hiding at?

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

(tires screeching)

♪ Doin' hood rat shit... ♪

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

There you bitches go.

♪ Hos love to act like they ain't with the drama ♪

♪ Hold my spot, gotta fight like Wakanda ♪

♪ Bitch, run up and get hit... ♪

-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!

-(wailing) -"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!

(horn honking)

(Sequoia speaking)

(giggles)

("Mood Home Alone" by Lorine Chia playing)

♪ I feel, I feel, I feel ♪

Hey, you busy?

Can I come over?

♪ Damn, here I go again ♪

♪ Trying to stand up on two hands ♪

♪ Harder than it was without my feet, I can't ♪

♪ I'm out here lost, I'm out here feeling... ♪

I am so happy you called.

-Hey, Mom. -(chuckles)

-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?

(scoffs)

(sobs)

("SELF" by Brandon Banks playing)

♪ Free now, found my set of wings now ♪

♪ See, I had to slaughter that... ♪

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. (chuckles)

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.

-(laughter) -No, no, no.

You don't want Keisha with alopecia?

Ooh, honey, neither one of 'em.

(laughs)

♪ If it's good for me ♪

♪ I know it's good for you ♪

♪ Oh, if it's good for me ♪

(phone ringing)

-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.

Kelli: 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?

Kelli: 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?

("That Girl" by Yung Baby Tate playing)

♪ That girl ♪

♪ Woke up feeling awfully cocky ♪

♪ Who the fuck gon' stop me? ♪

♪ Baby, I'm a job, you a hobby ♪

♪ Bad bitches with me, I'm Whitney ♪

♪ You Bobbi Kristina, I'm cleaner ♪

♪ Yeah, they call me that girl ♪

♪ And when they call me that girl it's a fact, girl ♪

♪ Oh, you didn't know? Don't try to act, girl ♪

♪ You know you see me coming just like a fat girl ♪

♪ But the only thing fat is the ass, girl ♪

♪ Arch ya back, girl, can you make your back curl? ♪

♪ I make my back bend and there might have been ♪

♪ A time when they called you that girl but that was back then ♪

William: Yo, that block party was tight!

Aryssa: Yo, who was selling the soul food

with the truffle mac and cheese?

I need to put the homies on.

Issa: That was Our Kitchen, thanks for coming.

-Bless up. -David: Who was that first artist

with the locs? Shit slapped.

Issa: That was Derrius Logan. Check him out.

Edward: Where can I find more stuff like this?

♪ You can go around the world and back ♪

Issa: I got you. Coming soon.

♪ That girl, not like that girl ♪

♪ You can climb to the tallest tree ♪

♪ You won't find anyone like me ♪

♪ I'm that girl, oh, I'm that girl ♪

♪ And that's why I woke up feeling awfully cocky ♪

♪ Who the fuck gon' stop me? ♪

♪ Baby, I'm a job, you a hobby ♪

♪ Bad bitches with me, I'm Whitney, you Bobbi Kristina ♪

♪ I'm cleaner, tell me have you seen her? ♪

♪ Who? That girl... ♪

-(car alarm chirps) -♪ About to get this food ♪

♪ From an Ethiopian dude ♪

♪ I'm feeling really good ♪

Nope, doesn't work.

(horn honking, street noise)

("Pressure" by Baby Rose playing)

(car alarm chirps)

♪ Don't need anyone ♪

♪ To remind me ♪

♪ Rather chase the sun ♪

♪ Than hide behind the tree ♪

♪ When the day is done ♪

♪ Darkness covers me ♪

♪ There's nowhere to run ♪

♪ Except inside of me ♪

♪ Pressure ♪

♪ Keeps holdin' me back ♪

♪ Pressure ♪

♪ Keeps holdin' me back ♪

♪ Pressure ♪

♪ Keeps holdin' me back ♪

♪ Pressure ♪

♪ Keeps holdin' me ♪

♪ Don't want anyone ♪

♪ To desire me ♪

♪ It may seem I've won ♪

♪ It's just the pride in me ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't let them see ♪

♪ Who's inside of me... ♪

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.

♪ (REGGAETON MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

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.

MOLLY: Baby, can we just chill tonight?

ANDREW: 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.

-(GROANS) -Are we there yet?

But how we getting down?

(YELPS)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪