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- I went out with Darnell
last night.

We was partying
with Bobby the Beast.

- For real? The Champ?
- Niles Monroe--

he's alive.
- Are you sure?

I saw them cover him up
with a sheet.

- The safest place for Vincent
is with you and your family.

We're not safe as long
as we're together.

- Vani ain't no joke,
so if we do this,

we gotta be seamless
as the last operation.

- Where the money?
- Whoa!

Jackpot.

- You must really
love your mother.

Of course I love my mother.

I'm gonna donate
my kidney to you, Mama.

- If you don't tell him,
I will.

You wouldn't.

- Remember me?
- Aah!

- No, no, no, no, no!
- Somebody help!

Hello?

What up, Miss P?

You miss me yet?

I should be asking you that.

- Look, I'm calling you,
ain't I?

Listen, I--um, just wondering
if you wanted to, you know,

have a little dinner tonight,
maybe we do some dancing

and then you know?

Let shit get weird.
I don't know.

- I'll think about it.
- You gonna think about it?

What's there to think about?

- Well, I can go out with you.
- Uh-huh.

Or I can go out with K Rock.

K--K Rock the rapper, K Rock?

- Yeah, he wants me
to go with him

to some movie premiere
tonight.

- Wow, okay.
- But I gotta go.

I'll call you later
and let you know.

Listen, let me--hello?

You late.

Well, it takes a minute
to look this good this early.

Now why the hell
you got me out here?

Come on. You'll see.

I got something to show you.

Hope you're taking me
to Niles' grave.

- No. I told you Niles is
a ghost, a total dead end.

And I don't mean
dead in a grave.

- Yeah, well, that's why you're
supposed to find Uncle Willie.

- Well, I'm pretty damn good
at my job.

Willie Monroe is right here.

He's fucking dead?

Damn sure looks like it.

And you can see he's been dead
for two years.

Death certificate said
COVID took him out.

So there's no way
he could have helped Niles.

Okay, then who?

Oh!

Shit!

Who the hell is that?

It had to be Niles.

Niles?

That motherfucker tried
to kill us?

- If he wanted us dead at
this range, we'd be dead.

- Look, we gotta go home
and tell Uncle L.C.

- No, he's always
cleaning up my messes.

This is my mess.
I got it.

Hey.

Where you headed?

To see a friend.

You wanna beat someone
like Niles,

you gotta think like him.

Yeah.

It looks good.

I see you didn't wait
for me to join you.

- Well, I figured,
what the hell?

You don't sit long enough
to eat anyway.

You don't like being seen
in public with me, remember?

Ah. You have a point there.

So why are we here,
K.D., other than the fact

that you probably want me
to pay for your breakfast

or your boys bust
another shipment of heroin?

Cut the crap, L.C.

I'm not stupid.

I know it was you
who killed Spike.

And?

And?

And what the fuck
are you doing?

- Well, I told you I would
handle them, didn't I?

So what's the problem?

- Well, the problem is, killing
somebody ain't handling it.

As a matter of fact, it makes
this shit a whole lot worse.

And you have the audacity
to sit there

like it ain't no big deal.

It's not. Not anymore.

Spike and Jonah are dead.

Oh, I see.

So now you just expect that
your problems are gonna, phew,

disappear like magic?

Well, what about Catfish? Hmm?

What about his boss and cousin,
the senator?

Did you forget who
we're dealing with here?

These aren't stupid people,
L.C.

They're not your average
gangsters, and you know it.

- Look, I haven't
forgotten shit.

I'm no longer running
scared either.

Yeah, okay.

I get that. I do.

You killing Jonah, well, that's

'cause he backed you
into a corner.

And let's just say
that Spike was necessary, okay?

But you can't keep
killing people.

And I sure as hell can't
keep covering it up for you.

Sooner or later, this is
gonna come back and bite us.

- Yeah.
Okay, I know that, K.D.

So I have a plan.

Oh. You got a plan?

Well, goody.

So maybe you'd like to fill
me in on your fucking plan.

'Cause I'll tell you, L.C.,
I'm getting a little scared.

I am, and I'm not a man
who scares easily.

- Listen--in due time.
Okay?

I need you to trust me
on this, okay?

Like I said, I have a plan.

Yeah.

I joined your table because
I saw the monetary value

in it for me.

It's supposed
to be my retirement.

If I keep fucking around
with you,

I'm gonna need
an insurance policy

instead of an AARP card.

Now tell me your fucking plan.

- I can't do that.
- What?

Why the hell not?

- Because what I'm planning
is complicated,

and I don't need
you overthinking things

and getting cold feet.

Listen.

I'll be in touch.

- Now, Donna,
you're sure of this?

- I'm sure.
- Absolutely?

Dominique, I need
for you to make certain

that things go the way
that they should.

Have I ever let you down?

No, you have not.

But it's not you
that I'm worried about.

She's fine.

We'll see.

Yeah.

Hello, Antonio. It's me.

- Ruby.
- Yeah.

I understand you were
looking for Vinny.

- Yeah, I suppose
that you're calling me up

to tell me that you
haven't seen him

or maybe he's just stepped out.

So why don't we just cut
the shit and get to it, Ruby?

What's up?
- I know where Vinny is.

Oh yeah? Where is he?

He's dead.

- That bastard Orlando Duncan
killed him, didn't he?

I did.

Ruby, you're lying.

You loved the guy.
He loved your kid.

Why would you do that?

- Because he's
a controlling son of a bitch,

and you know it.

I never loved Vinny.
I only married him

'cause that's what
my brother wanted.

- Even if that's true, that's
not enough reason to kill him.

You could have
just left him, Ruby.

No, that's not true.

You know if I left,
he would have killed me.

So I killed him first.

- I need you to tell me
where the body is

because I would like
to bury him.

He's near a riverbank.

I'll send you his location.

He's wrapped up in a rug.

Ruby...

listen to me carefully, please.

If what you're telling me
is true,

then you know that I am gonna
have to come after you, yes?

Catch me if you can.

Okay.

- Take me back to the villa,
please.

- Gentlemen,
your cars have arrived.

- This has been
an intriguing trip.

Much has been accomplished,
but I need to get back

to the Brotherhood
and the rest of my flock.

- Yeah, I hold
the same sentiments, Alejandro.

You have been
a most gracious host.

I look forward
to our future endeavors.

But right now,

I hear Barcelona
calling my name.

How about you, Junior?

You looking forward
to getting back home?

I do.

Not because I'm homesick--

because I can't wait
to get back to work.

Gentlemen.

Thank you, my love.

- What have you three
been up to?

- Well, Dominique suggested
that Antonio and I talk

to iron out our differences.

How'd that work out?

- Well, I think that we've come
to a equitable understanding.

- We have, as long
as your mother holds up

to her end of the bargain.

- Which I will,
first opportunity I get.

We'll see.

- Antonio, I don't think
me flying back with you

is a good idea.

I'm gonna head back home
with my mother.

- No, no, no.
You don't have to do that.

You have a lot to do here.

Your mother's fine.
She's a big girl.

She doesn't need for you
to act as her bodyguard.

Don't worry about it.

- That's not what I'm saying.
- What are you saying?

- I'd just rather be there
when she takes care of Ruby.

That's been changed.

She's not taking care of Ruby.

- It has?
- Mm-hmm.

Since when?

You made it very clear
that she had to make her bones.

She does, and she will.

But not with Ruby.

I wanna handle Ruby myself.

Alejandro, thank you
for hosting us.

Salud.

Salud.

Get over here.

Salud.

Welcome back, O.

- Thanks, Rob.
- Yeah, good to see you.

Yeah.

I see you brought
little man with you.

Yeah.

He's gonna be staying
with us for a while.

- Okay.
- Where's my mother?

Inside with Aunt Nee Nee.

All right, cool.

Let's go.
- All right.

Vincent's growing up.

- Yeah, I remember
when little man was born.

Yeah.

Ma, are you here?

- Yeah, babe.
I'm in the kitchen.

- Come on out.
I got a surprise for you.

- And what kind of a surprise
you got for me?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.
Look how big you've gotten.

Now this is a surprise.

Do you know who that is?

This is my grandma.

- Oh, you remember her.
both: Aw.

- That's right.
I'm your grandma.

And do you know who this is?

- Aunt Nee Nee.
- Aw.

And look at this baby
looking just like his daddy.

Ah.

Hi there.

Hey, hold on. Hold on.

- Why the hell are you
sneaking up on me in here?

- Sneak up?
I'm not sneaking up on you.

I saw you walk in.
I came in here to talk.

- Well, this is no place
for a conversation.

- It's a very fine place
for a conversation,

if you're in trouble.

And I'm the one here
trying to help.

Help how?

- I'm trying to protect
my new investment.

- Your investment?
- Yeah, that's right.

I've got an investment
in you and your daddy

and that Table
you put together.

I don't need to see
it falling apart.

I've only got a couple
of years before my retirement.

- And what makes you think
it's falling apart?

- Well, in a nutshell,
because your daddy

has lost his fucking mind.

And I was hoping I could reason
with you because he's--

he's off the deep end.

- What the fuck are
you talking about?

- You're not in
on this, are you?

In on what?

- Get some clothes on.
We'll go outside. You're right.

This isn't the place
for this conversation.

- No. First off, tell me what
the fuck is going on, okay?

And I don't have any time
for your jokes or games, K.D.

I am not joking, son.

Your daddy is picking off
the Dixie Mafia one by one.

- Well, first of all, I do not
believe a word you're saying.

Second, why the hell
would he do any of that?

- For any reason
a loving father would--

to protect his family.
- What?

- Yeah, now get
some clothes on.

I'm sure this place has
a very fine restaurant.

You can buy me a drink,
and I'll explain everything.

- Aunt Nee Nee's
chocolate chip cookies.

Would you like some?
- Come on, Ma.

I gotta talk to you.
- Okay.

So?
- Listen.

- What's going on, honey?
- Yeah.

Clearly, Ruby is not here
with us.

- Yeah.
- But she is safe.

I thought since the Dashes
were out looking for her,

it was best to bring him
here with us.

So the family can protect him.

- Great choice, baby.
Yeah.

And no one is gonna dare
touch a hair

on that beautiful head.

- Not gonna happen.
- Not gonna happen.

And every day is gonna be like
Christmas.

Yeah.

I know--I know
you gonna spoil him.

Oh, baby.

Mm. That is some good salsa.

- Can you stop eating
long enough

to tell me how to fix this?

I don't think you can fix it.

Not with the way
L.C.'s got it stirred up.

And it's only a matter of time
for them good old boys

down in the Dixie Mafia
to figure out what's going on.

And when they do, Jesse,

the shit is gonna hit the fan.

- Then why the fuck are
we still sitting here?

Because I'm scared.

And your daddy picking
'em off one by one is why.

He won't listen to reason.

You're the only one
I thought I could talk to.

If he kills one more person,
we are totally fucked.

Maybe we should let him.

Pop keeps picking them off,

maybe soon
we don't have a problem.

- Does crazy run
in your family?

Even your old man knows
this ain't gonna work.

The Dixie Mafia is run
by a sitting senator.

You don't fight the government.

This senator is not
somebody you fuck with.

And your daddy is
killing the man's family.

Then what do you suggest?

What would you do
if you were in my shoes?

- Why don't you go
see the senator?

Hmm? Yep.
Take his temperature.

He's the one
with all the power.

- If his temperature's
too high, what then?

Well, then you're gonna have

to really talk to him.

And say what?

My pops is killing
all your people,

but I wanna cut a side deal?

No, no, no, no, no.

I wouldn't go that far.

But he is a politician.

And he has aspirations
for being the president

of the United States someday.

I don't think he'd say no to
you promising the Black vote,

or at least promising
you could disrupt it.

You know what you're saying?

You're asking us
to sell out our people.

- I didn't say
it was gonna be easy, son.

Give me, uh, one second.

Mr. Duncan, how are you?

I'm fine, Mr. Johnson.

Please call me L.C.

L.C.

Have a seat.
- Thank you.

- You can just call me
Christopher.

Okay.

- Now, you've gone to great
lengths to secure this meeting.

And our mutual friend
lets me know

that you're a man
that I should respect

and definitely
should take seriously.

So what exactly can I do
for you, L.C.?

- Well, Christopher,
to be quite frank,

I need your help.

And in the process,

I think I can help you
and your friends.

- I'm liking the sound
of that already.

Why don't you let me know

exactly what you have
in mind, L.C.?

- Well, it's obvious
to, I believe, everyone

that your candidate needs help.

- Your companion isn't joining
you and traveling with you

to New York, Brother Minister?

- No, Brother T left earlier
this morning.

I needed him to take care of
some things before I returned.

I see.

Well, I'm glad you opted
to remain.

It says a lot about
your commitment to the group.

- I appreciate
that sentiment, Donna.

Being here and, um, being
a part of this alliance

has been quite eye opening.

- Oh,
Brother Minister,

it's been more eye opening
for all of us.

Hey, Rob, C-Note.

- Mornin'.
- Hey, you guys seen Pop?

- I saw him earlier getting
into his other car.

I tried to stop him,
but he ghosted me.

- Ghosted you?
- Yeah.

He's been doing that
a lot lately.

- But you're the head
of security,

and you're his bodyguard.

You both should know
where he is at all times.

- I know that, but lately
your dad's been asking us

not to do our jobs.

What do you mean?

- Between us, your dad's been
missing for hours at a time

the last couple of weeks,
offers no explanation.

We know better than
to ask for one.

We don't know what's going on,
but we know it can't be good.

No, it can't be.

All right. Thanks.

I'll take it from here.

- That's a bird.
What color you wanna make it?

- Hey.
- Brown?

Oh, hey, baby.

- Hey.
- Look, it is Uncle Vegas!

- Hey, Ma.
- Hi, sweet pea.

Ugh!

Mm.
- Hey, little man.

How's my favorite nephew?
- Hi, Uncle Vegas.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

- What's up, Vegas?
- Man, good to have you back.

It's good to be back.

- Hey, Ma?
- Yes, baby.

Do you know where Pop is?

No, but, um, when he left,

he said he wouldn't be home
until late.

Huh.

Um, you know what?

Vincent, why don't we go
and have one more cookie

and one more scoop
of ice cream?

What do you say?
- Yay.

- Yay!
Come on, baby.

You know the way now.
Lead the way.

Come on, Aunt Nee Nee.
- All right.

- O, I need you
to take a ride with me.

- Come on, Vegas.
Can't it wait until tomorrow?

I just got back. I gotta get
little man settled--

- Yeah, yeah, I understand,
but this is important.

It involves Pop.

- Okay, okay.
What's going on now?

- I'll let you on the way.
We gotta go.

Look, look, look.

I wouldn't be stressing this
if I wasn't so serious.

And I'm sure Vincent'll be fine
with Mom and Aunt Nee Nee.

But we gotta go.

Ma!

Yeah, baby?

Yeah?

- I gotta go somewhere
with Vegas for a little while.

Is it possible you can
watch him until I get back?

- Of course, honey.
Come on now.

That's my grandson. Of course.

Take your time. Yeah?

Love you. Mm.
- Okay. Love you too.

- Love you.
- Love you too. All right.

- Everything good?
- Yeah.

- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, okay. All right.

Love you.

- Yes, baby?
- Thank you.

- Oh, honey!
It's my grandbaby.

Of course.

We gotta come right back.

I gotta give him his medicine

before he goes to bed.

We'll be back later.

I promise.

Now let's go. Come on.

- Shouldn't we remain
on the highway?

Car trouble.

- Tell you what, if you don't
make this any harder for me,

then I won't make it
even harder for you.

Get out of the car.

I said get your trifling unholy
behind out this car right now.

Let's go.

I don't understand.

What is this all about?

Come now, Brother Minister.

We all agreed it was time for
me to make my bones, remember?

- But Ruby was
to be the target.

I've done nothing
to cause anyone to harm me.

I beg to differ.

The little errand that you sent
your companion on

is certainly a just cause.

You are the traitor.

Hey, Ma. You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm fine, baby.

I just came out
to get a little air.

I refuse to let Antonio

and his so-called associates
intimidate me.

I got this.

- Yeah, you do.
- Mm-hmm, I do.

Now you need
to get back in there.

'Cause the last thing we need
is for them thinking

you needed to come out here
and check on me, right?

Go.
- All right.

Brother T, listen.

I need you to get to the city.

Get to L.C. to warn him

of the danger to his family
that is taking place.

- Yes, Minister.
- Time is of the essence.

I'll get word to Brother Elijah
to greet you then.

But Brother Minister,

I shouldn't leave you alone
unattended.

Oh, don't worry about me.

Just make sure
that L.C. is made aware.

Mm.

What do you want?

Uncle Rio.

I got something you are
not gonna believe.

- Nevada,
what time is it?

A little after 2:00 p.m.

- Good, that usually means
I have two more hours of sleep.

This better be good.

You tell me.

I got a Google Alert
on that guy

Brandon
you've been looking for.

Google Alert?

What's it say?

He's dead.

- Who's dead?
- Brandon Jackson.

Get the fuck out of here.

How?
- No idea.

But based on where they found
his body and the fact

that he suffered
multiple gunshot wounds,

I'd bet it probably
has something to do

with drugs, gangs, or both.

Oh, that is some crazy shit.

Brandon Jackson.

I know, right?

And look at this.

His funeral's tomorrow.

There's the obituary.

Damn.

I guess Brandon found out the
hard way that karma's a bitch.

And I just gotta figure out
where to find his partner.

Oh, trust me.

I got some ideas.

Catch you later.

You know what, Vegas?

I think it's unnecessary
to drive seven hours.

This is crazy.
- Yeah, maybe.

But we got no other choice.

Pop is up to something, and we
need to get to the bottom of it

before the shit hits the fan.

Shit like what?

How do we even know
we can trust K.D.?

Yeah. We don't.

But my gut is telling me
he's our only hope.

My gut hasn't been wrong yet.

Have you tried to call Pop?

I tried to call him all day.

He ain't answering.

- Well, maybe he's
in a meeting at the office.

Maybe we should have
gone there first.

- No, he's not at
the dealership. I tried there.

Let me guess.

He ain't answering
your calls neither.

He'll call me right back.

I'm sure he will.

But for now,
we're going to Virginia.

- Yeah, we got in the area
about 30 minutes ago.

Cool.

I just sent the address
where he's at.

Did you get it?

Yep, just got it.

Thanks, cuz.

No problem.

Look, I wish I could have rode
with you, man,

but I'm here handling something
with your sister.

Yeah, no worries.

O's with me.
We're good.

A'ight, well, let me know
if you find anything out.

And, Vegas...

Yeah?

These dudes are no joke, man.

So make sure you stay alert
at all times.

Yeah, I know.

Thanks, Curtis.

All right.

- Looks like
we're fairly close.

- Yeah, that's if he gave us
the right directions.

Look, come on, Vegas.
Seriously.

Like, let's think about this.
Shouldn't we call Pop

instead of venturing
into a place we don't know

just because Curtis
gave us some directions?

- Look, I tried calling Pop,
and I got nowhere.

And Curtis is the most
informative resource I have.

Next to Nevada, he can find
almost anybody anywhere.

- Yeah, funny how he
couldn't find his father

when we needed him to.

- I know you two are
not the best of friends,

but he's still family,

and he's still resourceful
as hell.

So just give him a break,
please.

- Well, it looks like
your resource directed us

to a empty-ass warehouse.

Look at this place.
It looks fucking empty, Vegas.

Yeah.

This is the spot too.

Maybe we should--

look, right there,

on the side of that building.

Hmm.

Odd place for a luxury vehicle
to be parked, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Mm.

Looks like
our resource was correct.

Yeah, we'll see.

New batch, boys.

- Better than last week,
I promise.

Huh?

You got a problem, homes?

You appear to be lost.

Nah, I'm exactly where
I'm supposed to be.

And if you know like I know,
you gotta keep moving.

You don't wanna do that.

It won't end well for you.

You're wrong.

No, he's right.

Wanna do the honors
or should I?

Neither.

Let's show him some grace.

- Because I'm sure
this young man understands

that if he ever comes back
to this neighborhood

and tries doing this again,

he will not receive
a second chance.

Do you understand?

Good. Now go.

That was fun.

Thanks for the assist, Paris.

But you know I had everything
under control, right?

- Oh, no, no, no.
I know you had it.

I know you don't need my help,
but I like

to make a grand entrance.

- That you did.
- Hi.

Hi. Great to see you.

Yeah.

- I guess kicking
drug dealers off the block

is kind of oxymoronic,

especially since
the Brotherhood is now

in the business
of protecting the Table.

But I still have
to protect our neighborhoods.

No judgment.

And I get it.

- What are you doing in my neck
of the woods anyway?

- I actually need your help
with something.

And I need to talk.

- Should we grab a coffee?
- Yeah.

Please.

So did you take care of it?
- You know I did.

Of course.

So what's going on?

- I am looking for someone who,
uh, doesn't wanna be found,

someone in our area
of expertise,

if you know what I mean.

Who's that?

Niles Monroe.

Niles Monroe.

That's a name I haven't heard
in a couple of months.

- Do you know
where he could be?

- Not really.
Like I said,

it's been a minute since
I heard anything about him.

- What's the last thing
you've heard?

- That he was about
to be hired by Señor Cruz.

- Why would Señor Cruz need
to hire Niles?

- From what I was told,
he wanted to hire Niles

to kill the man
who killed his son.

But that was a couple
of months ago.

Okay.

- Can I ask you a question,
Paris?

Yeah.

- Why are you looking
for Niles?

Is it business or personal?

Does it matter?

- Not really,
but you and I both know

that finding Niles Monroe
will not be an easy task,

especially when
he doesn't wanna be found.

- Yeah, it might not be easy,
but it won't be impossible.

Thank you, Elijah.

You're welcome, Paris.

But tread lightly, and be safe.

- I'll have a lot of security
where I'll be.

I'll be fine.

Man, who is that?

What's up, Roman?
- What's up--

- Trying to get out tonight,
baby?

Huh? Come on.
- No, I, um--

Darnell ain't picking up
my phone calls.

Is, uh--is he here?
- Oh, yeah.

He here, man. He upstairs.

Man, he knocking down
this little chick he met.

- Word. How long you think
it be till he done?

- Could be two to five minutes,
could be two to three hours.

It just depend on what he into.

- Word, word.
- You know what I'm saying?

- Word.
- You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

I appreciate you asking.
- Yeah, yeah.

- You think I should wait
for him?

You right.
- Come on.

Come on, bro.
- Yeah.

A'ight, man. I'll catch you.
- Oh, yeah.

You sure you straight?

- Yeah, I'm good.
- Okay. All right.

You sure you don't wanna
get out, man?

It's gonna be wild tonight.

It's gonna get ignorant.
- Maybe next time.

A'ight. Suit yourself.

- Make sure Darnell call me,
all right?

- All right.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

I got you.
I got you.

All right.

I like that jacket, boy.

Nice.

- What's up, bro?
I heard you came by earlier.

- Yeah, bro,
it's about Brandon.

I heard. He's dead.

The fuck were y'all doing, man?

What were y'all thinking,
handling that job like that?

You should have laid him down.

Bro, it wasn't me.

I told Brandon
to finish him off.

But...

Shit, obviously,
he let Vani live.

- Yeah, and he took
a souvenir too.

Yeah, I heard.

Word out is, Vani saw him
at the hospital

and saw
his custom-made timepiece

glistening on Brandon's arm.

Now how stupid
can a motherfucker be, man?

Shit.

I don't know, bro.

Yo, I need somewhere
to lay low.

You got me, right?

Listen, man.

I already extended
a olive branch

by giving you a job
that both of y'all

fucked up tremendously.

I can't have this type
of blowback coming to me.

And I can't bring
this heat to Bobby, bro.

I'm sorry, bro, but you're
on your own on this one.

Hey, bro, make sure
you watch your back.

And stay strapped.

It's about to get hot
out there.

Appreciate it.

Fuck!

Shit.

Warrior Vincent!

Whoo!

Mimi!

Fight!

You both have won!

Great job. Great job.

There you go.
That's what I wanna see.

That's what I wanna see.

Yeah, great competition.

Give me some hugs.
Give me some hugs.

I love you so much.

- Oh, hi!
- Come with Nee Nee.

Good.

Good job.

- Is this now--oh.
- High five.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

Is everything all right?
- Ugh, God.

It's L.C. Ugh.

- What?
- He's upstairs.

I didn't even hear him come in.

- What? Is he sick or--
- No, I don't know.

He just wants me to hurry up
and come upstairs.

- Okay.
- Um, I'll be right back.

- All right.
- I'll be right back, you guys.

Love you guys.
- Okay.

- Let's do it again!
- All right!

Let's do it again!

- All right!
Let's do it again.

- What in the hell
are we looking for?

A dead body.

- Antonio.
- Yes.

Over there.

Okay.

Want me to check if it's him?

That's him.

She really fucking did it.

She fucking killed him.

- Just give me a minute,
please.

We found her.

Let's go.

I'm all right.

L.C., where are you?

I'm in here.

L.C., is you okay?

I'm fine.

And so are you.

What?

What in the world?

You scared the mess out of me!

Jesus Christ.

- I had a long day, Chippy,
and I'm sure you have too.

- No shit.
- Yeah.

I figured
we'd soak it off together.

- Well, it's, uh,
still kind of, what, day.

And, uh,
everyone is, uh, awake.

Good thing.

That way we won't wake 'em up.

So are you gonna just sit there
staring at your man,

or are you gonna join me?

Yeah.

Hmm.

- Oh, what the fuck?
I'm gon' join you.

Oh, oh, hell yeah.

Oh, hell yeah.

Oh, my God,
I've been waiting for this one.

Whoo! Ha ha!

Hello, darling.
- Hi.

Aw, shit.

- Yeah, I guess
we got here too late.

Yeah, I guess so.

You think Pop did it?

- Man, I don't know
what to think.

Sheriff's department!

Put the guns down!

Hands in the air!

Okay, okay, okay.

Cuff 'em.

Hands behind your back.

Come on.

Oh, Catfish.

They done killed the mayor.