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♪ Y'all ready? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Let's get this money, money ♪

♪ We got a mansion in Dubai ♪

♪ And our wardrobe keep us fly ♪

♪ We know you like it, oh, yeah ♪

♪ We know you like it, yeah ♪

♪ We always winning, and that's no lie ♪

♪ You really wish you had our life ♪

♪ We know you like it, oh, yeah ♪

♪ We know you like it ♪

♪ It's the family business ♪

♪ Ah, na, na, na ♪

♪ Family business ♪

♪ If one win, we all win ♪

♪ Oh, no, ah ♪

♪ Family business ♪

♪ ♪

- Mom, listen.

Everything's gonna be okay, all right?

Seat belt.

Mom, soon it'll be all over.

Just in a little while.

- Hey, is everything all right over there?

- Everything's fine.

Keep it moving.

Nothing to see here.

- Looks like there's plenty to see.

Why you got him on the ground like that?

What's going on?

- And why you got that gun in your hand?

- And let's start off with why you pull us over

in the first place?

- Hey, put those cameras away. - What--

- Or you'll be on the side of the road with them.

- Oh, so what, now we can't have a phone?

Oh, that's illegal?

Okay, well then, arrest me.

- Nee Nee, make sure you get his badge number.

- Oh, I'm getting it.

- Thank you.

- I'm gonna--I'm gonna let you go with a warning--

for now.

♪ ♪

- [groans]

[echoing] Who the fuck are you?

- I am the woman that's gonna decide your fate.

- What if I don't want to get past this?

- Then we gonna have a problem.

- Are you threatening me?

- I don't make threats.

- [gasping]

That woman.

Shit!

That was Orlando's mom.

Fuck.

Are they after me again?

[sighs]

[breathing deeply]

♪ ♪

- Ma-- - Oh, Chippy!

Chippy. - Hi, baby. Hi.

- Good morning, baby. - Good morning.

Good morning. - Aww.

- Good morning.

Good morning.

- Wow, what was that for?

Hm? - For being the best friend

in the whole world.

I want to thank you and Lauryn for yesterday.

I don't know what crawled up that cop's ass,

but it could have ended very badly, honey.

- But it didn't. - I know.

- And I know today you're gonna take the time

to look for LC.

- Yeah. - But I was thinking

that maybe we could spend a little girl time together.

And we can get a mani-pedi, 'cause we need it.

- [laughs]

- Look at that. - You always know what to say.

Ah, I guess I can, um, change my plans around.

And actually, it'd be nice. - Yeah.

- Maybe it would take my mind off of things,

'cause I feel like I'm losing it.

- Oh, I get it.

And Vegas can handle everything around here.

- You think so? - I know so.

Now, come on, let's go. Okay?

- All right. - Let me go get my purse.

- All right, baby.

- My purse.

- I'll meet you outside.

- We'll finish this later, you hear me?

♪ ♪

- Playing against yourself, huh?

- It might sound stupid, but I'm just thinking

about Grandpa and where he could be, you know?

He and I used to play a lot of chess at this table.

- Yeah, so did we.

You know, it's been a long time since you and I played.

You any good?

- I'm decent.

- Don't con me.

You're better than decent

at everything you put your mind to.

You know, I think you're a--

an amazing young man, and I'm proud of you.

- Thanks, Dad.

I appreciate that.

So any news on grandpa?

- Not just yet, but we're doing everything we can to find him.

[tense music]

- I know that, but I think you may be overlooking

one potential resource that could really help you out.

- Yeah? What's that?

- My mom.

♪ ♪

- Your mom, Consuela?

Isn't she running the Hellfire Club now?

You do know what that's about, right?

- Yeah, I know it's a brothel.

And look, I get it, what people say.

But what most people jokingly call a whorehouse

is much, much more than that.

- Son, what are you talking about?

- Dad, the Hellfire Club's one of the most elite

intel organizations in the entire underworld.

And my mom is the brains behind it.

She uses the girls to accumulate information,

then she uses algorithms to sort it,

find who it might be useful to, and monetize it.

She can help you.

- Huh.

Well, I'll be damned.

Consuela was always a resourceful woman,

but this is borderline ingenious.

And I think I know who helped her out with her algorithms.

- I played a part in it, but the vision was hers.

She's making millions off it now.

- Yeah, I'm sure.

And you're right, Consuela and I should talk.

Good job.

- Thanks, Dad.

They don't call me Little Vegas for nothing.

Oh, and by the way,

checkmate.

♪ ♪

- They know you work here now, Brandi.

Look, those people are killers

and they know I'm involved with FIRE.

I've been warned once, and I'm not sticking around

to be warned a second time.

So what the hell are you gonna do about it?

- Everything all right, Dr. Richardson?

- Dennis. [laughs]

Oh, yeah, yeah, everything is just fine.

How are you doing this afternoon?

- Good.

Real good.

Had my coffee with that hazelnut creamer.

That is some good stuff.

You ever had it?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's--it's so good.

[laughs]

- I guess we better get Larry up.

We'll be taking him around to see you later.

- Looking forward.

Oh, Dennis, I thought that Larry was in isolation

and couldn't have any visitors.

- Eh, can't have visitors, why?

Is there a problem?

- No! No, no, no.

I just thought that maybe if he had one, he might get better.

That's all. Just--

it was a crazy thought.

- I wouldn't recommend it.

He's not quite ready for that, doc.

- Yeah.

- Good morning, sunshine!

- [groans]

- All right, you gonna cooperate

or are we gonna have to use some reinforcements?

- Fuck you! - Oh, reinforcement it is.

[taser buzzing] - Aah!

[groaning]

- Give me that straightjacket.

- Get your hands off me... - Hold him.

- You son of a bitch!

- Hey, you better start cooperating, Larry.

Or we're going to take you over to Dr. Kennel,

and you know what that means.

- Get off me! Leave me--

[taser buzzing] Aah!

Ah! Ah.

[groans] - Get it!

[grunts] - Get off me.

No. - All right.

- Get off me. Punk-ass motherfuckers.

- [echoing] You got to stay strong, LC.

- [grunting]

[buzzing] Aah!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[laughter]

- I see.

Oh, my God. - Aye, mi amor,

you've definitely been making up for lost time.

- Oh. - You make me so happy.

- And we have a lot of lost time to make up too, for sure.

- Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

[knock on door]

[groans]

Aye yai yai.

- Who is it?

- Señor Ramon.

- Ramon.

- I'll be right back.

- [groans]

- Didn't I tell you that I was busy

and I didn't want to get disturbed?

- You have a visitor-- a very important visitor.

He's waiting for you out front.

- Aye, mi amor, just wait for me.

I'll be right back, okay?

Te quiero.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Aye, Dios mío. Vegas?

- Consuela.

- I can't believe that you're out.

- I'm out.

- Would you like a drink?

- No, I'm good.

- I--when did you get out?

- Look, none of that's important right now.

I came here because I need your help.

- Shit! Shit!

Oh, shit.

She knows I'm here.

She knows I'm here.

- Mm-hmm.

You better get packing.

You have till Tuesday to leave.

[clicks tongue]

- [sighs]

You can't hide from these people.

No.

No, I'm not quitting my job.

I'm not gonna let them win.

[laughs]

It's just being paranoid.

Or am I?

Bipolar disorder, schizoaffective disorder,

intermittent explosive disorder,

oppositional defiant disorder,

chronic post-traumatic stress disorder,

dissociative identity--

well, that explains why he keeps saying

his name isn't Larry.

Let's see who else in his family is crazy.

[gasps] What the fu--

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, y'all.

- Hey, what's up, Sonya?

You missed lunch, but I could hook something up

for you real quick.

- Nah, I'm good.

Have y'all seen Mama Chippy though?

- Yeah, she went with my mother about an hour ago.

- Oh. - I think they went

to go get their nails done.

- Hm. Dang, you know which shop?

- Some new shop where they serve champagne and wine.

[laughter]

- Of course.

- Why, what's up?

- Nothing. I just have something on my mind.

Have you seen Vegas though?

- He said he was going to meet with some members

from the table and then going to see Little Vegas' mom.

- Okay.

I'ma grab my purse and then go try to find this shop.

- All right. - All right, see y'all.

- See you later.

- What's that all about?

- I don't know.

Probably something about her husband.

You know Sonya, right?

- I'll be back.

- Where you going? - To the bathroom.

I'll be back.

- Are you serious right now?

- Hey, Sonya, can you hold up a sec?

- Hey, boo, what's up?

- I heard you had a little chat with my mama.

- Yeah.

- And I know what you said.

So here's a fair warning.

You better think twice about running your trap

about shit you know nothing about.

Oh, and in case you didn't think I was serious...

[tense music]

Don't think I won't put a clip in you.

Remember, they don't call me Little Larry for nothing.

Welcome to the family, cuz.

♪ ♪

- [laughs drily]

Hoo--okay, okay.

What kind of nutcase family have I married into?

I thought Charles was crazy.

This bitch done lost her mind.

Who the hell does she think she is,

talking to me like that?

Ha!

Well, she obviously got me mixed up

for one of these people that gives a hell.

Ha!

Lil' bitch got a gun?

I got a gun too.

Think you crazy 'cause you a Duncan.

I'm a damn Duncan too.

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What's going on, baby!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- What's going on is your cousin.

That's what's going on. - Who, Curtis?

What'd he do now? - No, not Curtis--

that Lauryn--and her mama.

You know what? But and Curtis too.

And Lauryn about to learn who her new cousin is today.

- Lauryn? - Or--or Little Larry...

- Whoa, whoa! - Whatever she calls herself.

- Give me the gun.

See now, tell me what the hell is going on.

- They're trying to say that-- that Kenny has something

to do with all the stuff that's going on around here.

That's why your aunt showed up out of the clear blue.

She's looking for her son

'cause he's on some type of rampage.

- What, are you serious?

- Yes, dead ass!

She just asked me not to say nothing to nobody

about what's going on.

The hell, then Lauryn gonna pull a gun on me

trying to warn me?

I'ma warn that-- - Oh, hell, no.

No, no, we're not gonna handle it like that.

No, no, no.

Listen, sit down. Sit down.

Relax. Take a breath.

What is going on?

- Baby, I done heard some shit.

- Fill me in. - They talking about

kidnapping, they talking about doing all kinds of shit.

They even said

that Pops has a target on his fucking back.

They're all in on it.

Curtis is in on this shit too.

- Dr. Lomax, we have been here for three days.

What have you found out about treating our son's condition?

- Well, as you know,

we have completed several tests on Vincent,

and I had hoped for better news for both of you,

however, this particular form of cancer...

It's very aggressive.

Now, I'm sure that we can treat it quickly

if we had a proper bone marrow donor.

Is there anyone else that you can think of

in your family that we can test?

- No.

- That's unfortunate.

- I have failed my son.

- Oh, don't say that, Ruby.

This isn't your fault.

- Look, there are other treatments available

to slow down the process,

but eventually the cancer will become overwhelming.

- So are you saying that my son is gonna die?

- Unless...

- Unless what?

- It's only one option for a guaranteed

true match for Vincent.

- What?

Someone say something.

- A sibling donation.

- I--I'm confused.

Vincent doesn't have any siblings.

- What Dr. Lomax is saying is,

you and I would have to have another baby.

- But I'm married.

I have a husband.

- Like I said, it's an option.

[soft dramatic music]

- Oh, hey, Dr. Richardson. How are you today?

- Yeah, I'm doing amazing.

I just wanted to borrow a few minutes of your time,

if that's okay. - Oh yeah, yeah.

I'm just making a few adjustments

to my machine.

You know, Patient Zero has such

a strong tolerance for the voltage I'm giving him,

and I--I can't afford to turn it up any more.

I mean, the last thing we can have is a tragic accident,

especially with the state inspectors gonna

show up here any day now.

- I totally agree. [laughs]

- So what's on your mind?

- Oh, well, I was updating Larry Duncan's treatment plan

and I needed to get some more information about him,

but as I was opening his medical history,

it said I was unauthorized and it wouldn't let me in.

- Really? Oh, that's odd.

- That's what I was thinking.

And as one of his treating physicians,

I feel like I should have full access

to his medical records, shouldn't I?

- You should, and so should I,

so if you're cut out, then maybe I'm locked out too.

- Mm.

- Tell you what, I have a meeting with the director

in a couple of minutes to plan for the state inspection.

Why don't you let me talk to him about this,

and you know, it's probably, like, an IT error,

or maybe it's one of those HIPAA law safeguards,

you know, something like that. - You know, you might be right.

I didn't even think about that.

- Well, that's why we're a team, doctor.

- Teamwork. - Uh-huh.

Have a good day.

Well, you were right.

She definitely suspects something.

- Yeah. We're gonna have to do something

about Dr. Richardson before the state inspection.

She could become a problem.

- Um, if there's something I can do to help,

you just let me know, all right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I understand.

- Anything you need, I'll be here for you, Vegas.

And I'll let you know as soon as I find something out, okay?

- All right, I appreciate it.

- Take care. - All right, you too.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Who was it, Consuela?

- You know, Vegas.

- Vegas?

When did he get out?

- I don't know.

He didn't tell me.

He came here as a customer.

- Oh, as a customer?

And by the look on your face, you'd feel happy

to provide him with the services he desires, bella.

- It's not what you think.

- Oh, it's not what I think? You know what I think?

While I was waiting upstairs for you to come back to bed,

that you were downstairs screwing your baby daddy.

[speaking Spanish]

- Screwing? - Yeah.

- Have you lost your mind? - No, have you?

- [speaking Spanish] Okay?

Let me tell you something,

I can't deal with this right now.

You're acting so pathetic.

He came here because he needed help

finding his missing father.

- What did you just say?

- He came here 'cause he needs help finding LC.

Your best friend is missing, mi amor.

Entiendes?

And I don't have time for this right now.

[speaking Spanish]

- Okay.

Duncan, Duncan, Duncan.

Why am I doing this?

This is so stupid,

and a even bigger waste of time.

Larry Duncan.

Oh, hm.

None of these are him.

Who the fuck is this guy?

If he's such a badass, then why is he such a ghost?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Hm.

What about Charlotte?

Charlotte Duncan.

You want to come after me, lady,

let's see what you're all about.

- Dr. Richardson, come quick!

- What's wrong? What's going on?

- I don't know! It's Sarah!

- Sarah? What happened to Sarah?

- I don't know. Come on, let's go!

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God. Is she okay?

Is she breathing? - There's no pulse,

no breathing. She's not responsive.

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

- Oh, my God.

- She's gone.

- Gone? Gone? What do you mean she's gone?

She can't be gone!

- She's dead, Dr. Richardson.

- She can't be dead. - Brandi...

She's dead.

- Sadly, she's dead, Dr. Richardson.

Now we have to figure out what caused her death.

- She said she had a headache earlier,

and that she went to Dr. Richardson for some medicine.

- Yeah, she came to my office and I gave her Tylenol,

but nothing stronger and certainly nothing

that would cause this. - You gave her what?

- Tylenol? - Yes, I gave her Tylenol!

What's the problem?

- Ah, shit. Let's clear the room, okay?

You lock all these doors.

I got to call the police. God damn it.

Dr. Richardson, would you accompany me

to my office, please?

Get out of the way.

Now, please. - But what about Sarah?

- Don't worry about Sarah.

We have more important matters to discuss.

Dennis, take care of this shit.

- You got it, boss.

Y'all heard the director. Let's clean this mess up.

Come on, get it out of here!

You take that part, I'll get here.

Come on, ready? One, two, three.

- Hey, what's up, Junior?

- You tell me.

- What's that supposed to mean?

And what's up with the attitude?

- Let me ask you something, Curtis.

Why is it that you, your mom, and your sister have been

on a personal manhunt for Kenny,

but you ain't told us shit about it?

- Look, Junior, let me explain, man.

- Explain?

Which part?

The fact that your brother came from New York

to kill my father,

or the fact that you knew about it and didn't mention it?

Or maybe he's the very reason

why my father is most likely to be missing now.

- He's not, Junior.

- How you know that, huh?

Y'all can't even find him.

Ain't that why your little sister came,

and she can't do it either?

- Look, man, I ain't gonna stand here

and give you no excuses,

'cause it ain't one.

I did what my mama asked me to do.

- Hm.

- You know what, you--

- Okay, what's going on?

- Nothing much, just me and Curtis were talking

about some things he's been keeping to himself.

- Like what?

- Oh, like the fact that your lunatic son is out here

running around and y'all can't seem to catch him?

- And what lunatic are you talking about?

- She's talking about Kenny.

- Nee Nee already told me about that.

- And?

- And I'm not happy about it,

but I might have done the same thing if it was you.

- But Ma! - "But Ma" nothing.

Just let it go-- - Ma--

- Okay? Right now

we need to concentrate on finding your father.

- And Kenny.

- You've got to be kidding me. - No, I'm not kidding you.

Let it go, boy!

Come on, Nee Nee.

- Let it go!

- You know what?

I'm gonna go get Vegas.

We'll handle it.

- What the fuck is happening here?

- Did you happen to look at Sarah's chart

before you issued her medication?

- Yeah, of course.

I mean, it was Tylenol, not a narcotic,

but you have to make sure the patient has no allergies.

- Yeah, that's what was so confusing to me,

because Sarah has a severe allergy to acetaminophen.

Matter of fact, giving her that would be akin

to giving her a death sentence.

- No.

That wasn't there earlier.

I mean, she has an allergy to salicylate,

the active ingredient in aspirin, not Tylenol.

- Well, I understand that,

but from everything I've found on this,

she died by the Tylenol that you gave her.

- No, that can't be.

I did not kill that girl.

- Dr. Richardson, just calm down.

This can go bad very quickly.

Now, have you an attorney?

- No. Why would I need an attorney?

- Well, Sarah, she was, um--

she had mental problems and she died under your care, doctor.

And the law is very clear about involuntary manslaughter.

- Manslaughter?

[telephone ringing]

- Oh, excuse me.

Yeah?

What?

Ah, shit.

Did you say anything?

Okay, okay, just give me a few minutes

and then you can send him in.

Okay.

Uh...

Brandi, I'm--I'm sorry to inform you of this,

but the authorities are here.

- Am I going to jail?

- I sure hope not.

Look, I like you, Dr. Richardson.

I like you a lot.

And the last thing I need is for the state

to be snooping around here because of an accident.

Let me-- let me see what I can do.

- Like what?

What does that mean?

- [grunts]

It means I'm gonna quiet all the noise

that's going on around here.

- Okay, but how?

- Don't you worry about it.

I'll take care of this.

Um, I assure you, I can handle it.

But there is one thing.

- Name it.

- Dr. Kennel tells me you've been going around asking

about Larry Duncan's family.

What's that all about?

- I was just checking to see if there was any family history

of mental illness, that's all.

- From my recollection, the patient has no family.

He was a ward of the state.

- No family?

- None.

His records are classified by the US government.

That's why you couldn't get access

to anything you were seeking.

But in the future,

for all your inquiries about Mr. Larry Duncan...

I suggest you go through me.

- Absolutely.

Sure thing.

- Good.

[knock on door]

Yeah, excuse me.

- Director, Sergeant Montego is here to see you.

- Sergeant.

- I came here as soon as I got the call.

Everything okay?

[tense music]

- Uh...

Yeah, um,

we're still getting graffiti on the west side of the building.

I was wondering if you could look into for me.

- Sure thing.

- Thank you, Sergeant. I appreciate it.

♪ ♪

I got you.

[no audible dialogue]

- We've got company.

Be right back. - Hurry up.

- You saw that, didn't you?

- Uh, saw what?

- Don't play.

You saw Xavier and I.

- Look, I learned a long time ago to mind my business,

so your secret is safe with me.

And besides, I've had my share of workplace romance.

Just be careful.

Xavier seems like a bad boy--

and trust me, they are trou-ble.

- Yeah, he's trouble,

but I love trouble.

[tense music]

You know what,

you're a lot cooler than what I thought.

I'm glad our director decided to help you out.

- Yeah, so am I.

- You're amongst family now.

And we take care of our own.

- Okay.

I see.

- Good!

So I'm gonna go find Xavier.

Don't work too late.

It's already been a long day.

- Yeah, I was about to cut off my computer and go home.

You have a good night.

- Good night.

♪ ♪

[keyboard clacking]

- Oh, shit!

What the hell?

Are you haunting me, lady?

Oh, shit.

That's definitely him.

But I thought he didn't have any other family.

What the fuck is going on?

- One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war.

- All right, here we go.

[groans] - Gotcha!

- [laughs] You're so good at this.

Here we go. Let's try--try it again.

- One, two-- [cellphone buzzes]

- Wait. Hold on.

Hold on.

Hello? - Hello, Orlando?

It's Brandi.

- Who?

- Brandi, Brandi Richardson.

- How did you get my number?

- Orlando, wait! Don't hang up, please.

This is important.

- You must be out of your mind

or on some drug to be calling my phone.

Are you crazy?

- Listen, do you know an LC Duncan or a Larry Duncan?

- Listen, Brandi, I don't know what you're up to,

but I promise you I have no time for this.

Why are you calling my phone anyway,

asking me about some random-ass names I've never heard of?

- I'm just trying to help. Hello, Orlando?

- I'm sorry, let's go again. Okay.

- One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war.

- I'm gonna get you this time.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Shit!

It seems we have an actual problem on our hands--

Dr. Richardson,

that needs to be eliminated.

- That ain't no issue.

[sighs] I got you.

I'll handle it, all right?

Well, all right, let's roll.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, God!

Damn it, man!

Still no signal.

God. Okay.

[sirens wailing]

What the hell?

I wasn't even speeding.

Oh, God, please no.

I'm about to go to jail.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Uh, hey, Mr. Officer,

is uh--is there a problem?

- Just a small one.

It looks like your left taillight is out.

- Oh.

I hadn't even noticed.

Thank you.

I'll get that looked at ASAP.

- Make sure you do.

It gets dark around here at night,

and we want our drivers to be safe, okay?

- Okay, I will.

You too.

- Have a good night.

- You too.

Thanks.

Oh, God.

Okay, you can breathe.

Whew.

- [grunts]

Look like you been having a rough time.

You might want to concentrate on getting some sleep.

- Fuck you.

- And you need to watch how you talk to me,

or I'll have Dr. Kennel scramble your fucking brain

more than he has already.

- Why are you doing this, Larry?

- Because I can,

and because you stole my fucking money.

- Ugh.

- You took me from my family,

and you put me in this goddamn place!

That's why the fuck I did it.

- See-- [chuckles drily]

That's what I'm talking about.

- What?

- He's not gonna listen to reason.

- [echoing] Yeah, but you don't have a choice,

unless you want him to hook you back up to that machine

and pump you full of dope.

You'll be higher than you are right now.

- I always have a choice.

[groans]

- Who--who the fuck you talking to?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[laughs] I get it.

See, you hear them damn voices, don't you?

They--they told me I was crazy.

I know all your motherfuckers.

Which one you talking to?

You talking to-- [laughs]

You talking to Daddy?

You talking to Sasha?

[laughs] You talking to Lou.

Well, where is he?

Where's Lou?

Point him out to me.

I--I can feel him.

- [groans] - Is--is he here?

Is he here?

Look at me!

Where's Lou?

[laughs] Where is he?

Lou! [laughs]

Welcome to the party, brother!

I love this shit!

Oh, the Duncan boys,

together again, just like old times.

- Stop.

Stop acting like you give a shit about Lou.

You had him killed.

- That part.

- I didn't kill Lou. - [grunts]

- You did.

- Stop lying!

We both know you had Michael Diamond kill Lou,

and then you had Curtis kill Michael to cover it up.

- I didn't kill Lou.

- [groans]

- And how the fuck do you know who Michael Diamond is?

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- He blocked me?

I'm trying to help save his father's life,

and he blocks me?

You know what, whatever.

I'm done!

I am done!

Shit.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Think, think, think, Brandi. Think, think.

Okay, shit.

- Where the fuck is she?

- Well, she couldn't have gotten far.

Her purse and her phone are right here.

- Director's not gonna like this.

- I'm not gonna like this shit.

You know who he's gonna get mad at.

- Well, you gonna hate this even more.

- Dennis, I know that's not a fucking ladder.

- It's a fucking ladder.

- [laughs]

You're so funny.

[tires squeal]

- Fuck!

- Just like his daddy.

[Rico Love's "The Team"]

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