01x09 - Blind Rage

[bunniefuu]

[Kimmie] It's done. It's off.

-We need to get him out.
-What?

-[Kimmie] Jules is our pimp.
-[Jules] Get in.

We work for him. In the club,
out the club, whatever he needs.

[Angel] We gotta keep going.

-You saw that m*therf*cker k*ll everyone.
-[Kimmie] Yes.

Why are you so calm?

I can be trusted about offering you a job.

I need to talk with you.

Come here in the morning.

[rapid g*nf*re]

A b*tch like you need to learn. Look.

-[Kimmie] Sylvie! No!
-[tires screeching]

Your little sister's gonna make me
a lot of f*cking money.

[engine revving]

-[crash]
-[Body screams]

-[tires screeching]
-[Body screaming]

[Kimmie] She's my sister!

[Body screaming]

[Angel] Stop!

[frantic music playing]

[engine revving]

Open the door!

[engine slows]

Move.

[tires screeching]

[frantic music continues]

[tires screeching]

[dramatic sting]

[Mallory] …straight, okay?

[indistinct chattering]

-I don't understand why this can't--
-Is that my brother?

Is that my brother?

-Is that my brother?
-[fireman] Hey, hey! Hey, hey!

-Is that my brother? Is that my brother?
-[fireman] Hey!

-[Roy] My brother! Get off!
-Stay back.

-We need you to stay back.
-[Alex] Come on.

-[fireman] Who is he?
-My brother.

They're the Bellaries. They own this road.

-Who do you think this is?
-It's his brother, Charles Bellarie.

[somber music playing]

[exhales]

[phone ringing]

[line rings, clicks]

-[Norman on phone] What?
-He called me.

-Who?
-[Harold] Your brother.

Why is he calling me?

[tense music playing]

I don't know, man.

He want me to come see him in a few hours.

Well, then, you should go see him.

[sighs]

Norman, what's going on?

Look, just go talk to him.

Am I walking into a trap?

I don't know.

What the hell's wrong with you?

He and those b*stards,
they k*lled my wife.

-What?
-Yeah.

They ran over her, and then they went
into the hospital the next day, and they…

They finished her off.

Hold-- Hold up, wait a minute, Norman.
Why do you think that, man?

[scoffs]

Oh, you-- You're such a weak man.

-I really don't think I should go see him.
-Go talk to him.

Nah, Norman.
You know your brother's crazy.

Who are you more afraid of?

[sighs]

[tense music continues]

The only thing I did was give out
lighter sentences when I was a judge.

-That's what you telling yourself?
-It's the truth.

The truth is, is that you were being paid
hundreds of thousands of dollars

from a strip club
that we were laundering money at.

You were making your retirement
on those women and others.

So just shut the f*ck up!

Norman, don't say that
on this phone. I just--

I told you my wife was dead,

and all you can do
is think about yourself.

[sighs] Yeah, you right. I'm sorry.

I just needed to know what to do.

Go see him.

Are you sure, man?

Because I don't wanna walk into an ambu--

[phone beeps]

-[line disconnects]
-[sighs]

Norman.

Norman.

f*ck.

[metal clanging]

[siren whooping]

What is that?

[dramatic music playing]

Is that Charles?

[fire roaring]

[officer] Mr. Bellarie.

Is that my son?

We're not sure. We just put the fire out.

[inhales] He…

He loved that car.

He never would 've let anyone…

[inhales] …near it.

[officer] Sir, uh,

I'm sorry.

So it's him?

It's too soon for them to know.

[indistinct radio chatter]

I wanna find out what happened.

Call everybody
and get them to my house right now.

[music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

["Say Nun" by Helena playing]

[moaning]

♪ If I'm balling, I'mma play for keeps
And you just play for fun ♪

♪ Yeah, hold up, b*tch ♪

♪ Baby, you too broke
You can't afford a life like this ♪

[Olivia] Hm.

-m*therf*cker, you can't keep up?
-[man breathing heavily]

That's right.

Give me my cigarettes.

[exhales]

So… about that other thing.

Uh, yeah, sorry about that.

So you haven't heard from them?

Um, no.

They never came to the warehouse.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

I think they took the money.

And how do you know that?

Because they know how I am,
especially about you.

Well, they did something.

I called them a few times.

You know this reptile m*therf*cker
tried to take it all from me?

I want everything he has.

I know you do, and I'm gonna get it.

I mean, I do have my shares in the company

and this little-a*s stipend
that he gives me.

I mean, you ain't living too bad.

[chuckles]

Sorry.

[tense music playing]

Tony…

I want it all.

I know. I know.

And my only damn hope
is if he dies and my sons get it.

Well, um,

you know that can happen.

[Olivia inhales, exhales]

You don't even understand.

His father was brilliant.

The will for the company and the shares
have so many stipulations

that if there is an unexplained death,
then they get to--

[tense music continues]

Never mind.

Too many rules.

-I don't know about none of that.
-No, you don't.

All I know is that I love you.

You're so cute.

I do.

You love these pockets.

I love everything about you.

And you leave here and say that
to some damn 20-year-old.

These little young b*tches
could never be you.

No. You're right.

And you better remember that.

I will.

[phone ringing]

sh*t. Who is that?

Hand me my phone.

[Tony grunts]

[Olivia sighs]

Why is she calling me at 5 a.m.?

-Who is that?
-Mallory.

Better be good.

[phone beeps]

Hello?

It's Mallory.

Yes, I can see that, dear.

There's been an accident.

[tense music continues]

Is it Charles?

-How did you know?
-Is he all right?

-Mrs.--
-Is he all right?

No.

Is he dead?

I'm sorry.

Mr. Bellarie would like us all
to meet at his house.

Are you there? Hello?

-Mrs. Bellarie?
-She'll call you back.

You okay?

He did it.

Who?

Norman.

[ominous music playing]

What did he do?

k*lled my son.

[haunting music playing]

He did it.

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

[sighs]

-[sighs]
-[phone beeps]

-Hello?
-[Mallory on phone] Varney.

-Yeah.
-This is Mallory.

-You okay?
-There's been an accident.

[dramatic music playing]

[grunts] What happened?

It's Charles.

What happened to him?

We-- We don't know what happened,
but he's dead.

What?

Car accident.

Wait, wait, wait. What are you saying?

Look, Mr. Bellarie wants you
at his house. We're all here.

[exhales] I'm on my way.

-[phone beeps]
-Oh no, no, no, no.

This can't be happening.
This can't happen. sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

[tense music playing]

Kimmie, are you okay?

They have my sister.

I know.

I'mma f*cking k*ll 'em.

Kimmie, you can't k*ll them.

They have my sister, Angel!

I know.

I am not letting them do to her
what they did to me.

Ever.

I know.

Delinda took her.

I know, but what are we
supposed to do about that?

I don't know!

But we gotta find her, all right?

Okay, okay.

-But where did she take her?
-I don't know.

-Angel, where would she take her?
-I don't know.

But we gotta get you to lay low right now.
You're gonna go to jail.

I don't care about going to jail.

Call Jules.

-I can't call Jules.
-Call Jules.

I'll call Salvo.

The n*gga who left us? No.

Now I gotta tell him
what you did to his car.

Just call somebody, Angel.
Somebody has to know where Delinda is at.

Okay, okay.

-[dialing phone]
-[line clicks]

[line disconnects]

It's voicemail.

-I know where we're going.
-Where?

Back to his house.

Back to whose house?

The old n*gga.

Kimmie, I can't go with you there.

Then get the f*ck out.

Okay, fine. Where are we going?
Like, you need to tell me.

Head to Indian Cove.

This car isn't gonna make it.
Look what you did to it.

-We need a car, then.
-Okay, fine.

Just call one. Find somebody else.

Kimmie, look, I-- I know you wanna
go there and all, but it-- it-- it--

It's not a good idea.

They not doing to Sylvie
what they did to me.

-But we--
-So drive.

Okay, but we need to be smart
and think about this.

-No!
-Okay, Kimmie, look.

[exhales deeply]

You're really emotional right now,
and I get it.

But you're one
of the smartest women I know,

so let's just take a second to think.

That n*gga k*lled them
like it was nothing. Right in front of us.

Look, you want her address, right?

-Yeah.
-Right.

Let's be smart.

[tense music continues]

[officer] Jules.

What in the hell?

-Is that Charles?
-We got a watch.

Give me the damn watch.

They're trying to take it in
to get tested.

They don't know it if they don't see it.
Give it to me.

[officer] This has to go into evidence.

[dramatic music playing]

The hell does that say?

"To Charles, from Var--"

Oh sh*t.

-Was this on his, uh…
-On his wrist.

And there are b*llet holes in the car.

He was ambushed.

How long can you sit on this?

We can try as best we can,
but the ME knows.

You tell him to call me.

Okay.

And you don't let them take that car
unless they cover it.

Got it.

[dramatic music continues]

Jules.

What happened?

-Is it him?
-Yeah.

[inhales] We need
to go explain to the family.

I-- I just talked to him.

When?

[Varney sniffles, sighs]

Yesterday.

At the meeting.

Well, get your head in the game,

because he wants to see us.

[Varney sighs]

sh*t.

[phone buzzing]

[phone beeps]

-What?
-[Jules on phone] Norman.

Did you do this?

My wife is dead.

-They sent someone in there to k*ll her.
-I am so sorry.

No, you're not.

-What do you mean?
-You're in this with him.

-You know that's not true.
-Yes, you are.

You think I would risk
everything that we built

just to be in business with your brother?

Look, I had to handle this myself
'cause that's how I roll.

An eye for an eye.

Yeah, but it's sloppy.

Yeah, so what?

You know, I could have--
I could have handled it.

Listen, I don't have patience for dilemmas

when a m*therf*cker goes after
someone that I love.

Yeah. I get it.

What do you get?

You ain't never loved nothing
in your life.

Oh, come on, man.

I'm not letting him get away with it.

Yeah, but this is bad.

Right now, now we got more to cover.

Well, that's what you do, right?

Norman, you need to relax.

You need to-- You need to lay low.

Look, man, I'm not hidin'.

Look, I'm not asking you to hide.

But we need to know
what your brother is pulling.

sh*t, you ain't gotta worry
about my brother.

Why?

It's Olivia that you have to worry about.

Olivia?

That b*tch is the real one.

Yeah, yeah, but--
But she's always in the church.

There's no amount of church
that she can go to

to forgive the sins
that she continues to commit.

And why am I just finding out about this?

Well, it's a need-to-know basis.

Yeah, well, I don't like it.

[chuckling]

I love it.

I fried that f*cking car,
and I watched it burn.

Put a smile on my face.

Yeah, well, they all are over there now.

Yeah, so what? I don't care.

[sighs] Norman,
you need to relax, all right?

We got too much going on.

You know he called Harold and wants him
to come over there in a few hours.

Why?

Yeah, you know, somehow,
I think he knows about it.

About me?

About everything.

How?

He wants Harold to fill him in on it.

If that fat m*therf*cker folds…

Hey, I done already told him.

I'll call you later.

Nah.

I got something I gotta do.

Nah, nah, don't.

Don't do anything.

-My wife is dead.
-Norman.

Norman.

Nothing matters to me.

[phone beeps]

sh*t.

[line rings]

-[phone clicks]
-Calvin.

[Calvin on phone] Yes, sir.

I need you to bring me somebody.

Listen closely.

[engine hissing]

It ain't gonna make it.

sh*t.

-We gotta get a car.
-Okay, just… Just let me make a call.

-[man speaking indistinctly on TV]
-[phone ringing]

-[phone beeps]
-[audience clapping on TV]

Why are you calling me so early?

Mama, what happened?

What are you talking about?

What happened with Sylvie?

Don't call me with this bullshit.

[tense music playing]

-Tell me.
-Get off my phone.

Do you want the police at your door?

Why are you b*tches so ungrateful?

Did he touch her?

Kimmie, you know he didn't.

[breathing shakily]

So he did.

He did not.

Yeah, just like he didn't touch me.

He did not.

She just decided to leave.

She decided to leave? A 16-year-old?

You know what? I don't know
what the hell is wrong with y'all.

He's good to me, and he was good to you.

-I'mma k*ll him.
-Now stop talking stupid.

-No, I'm going to k*ll him.
-sh*t, make up your mind.

You wanna call the police,
or you wanna k*ll him?

I'mma k*ll him.

-Kimmie--
-Where is Sylvie?

I told you, she left.

-With who?
-I don't know.

How much did they pay you?

[tense music continues]

How much did they pay you?

What are you sayin'?
What, you high or somethin'?

I know you got paid for her.

Why am I even talking to you?

You lied.

Talking 'bout
you was a nurse or some sh*t.

And now she gets to see the truth
that you ain't sh*t.

Working at a damn strip club,
whoring yourself out.

So they told you when you sold her.

Ain't nobody tell me nothin'.

Look, if I don't find Sylvie by tonight,

I'm coming to pay
both you m*therf*ckers a visit.

-[phone beeps]
-Angel.

Yeah, we're coming right now.

-Angel, did you find a car?
-Hold on.

Come on. If we can make it there,
my mans will let us use the car. Come on.

Yeah, we're coming.

-Here you are, sir.
-Thank you.

[knocking on door]

-Get the door.
-Yes, sir.

[door creaks]

[footsteps approaching]

[door closes]

I came as soon as I could.

What'd you find out?

Don't beat around the bush, Jules.

It was him.

I'm sorry.

[sighs] What happened?

Looks like he was ambushed.

What?

They would do that on the private road?

The same place that his wife was run over.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. We…

We don't know that for sure.

N-- No, you don't think that…

Where was she moved to?

She died before they could make the move.

[inhales, sighs]

So she's dead.

[ominous music playing]

[Jules] Yes.

Did you call Norman?

Um, he's not answering. I left a message.

Of course he's not.

[Olivia exhales]

-[Mallory] Miss Olivia, I'm so sorry.
-[Olivia exhales, inhales]

I just saw the car.

He shot up the car, and he lit it on fire.

There are b*ll*ts all over the car.

-How do you know this?
-You know that I have my sources.

So he had him shot.

I told him not to go home.

You knew about this?

Oh, don't act like you didn't know it too.

Look, I'm sorry. What am I missing?

Your uncle is a monster.

[speaking indistinctly]

Uh, do you think he… he had this done?

Yes, I know he did.

Wait, wait, we don't know that for sure.

Are you gonna tell me
something different, Jules?

-No.
-No, no, no, no, you're not.

-'Cause you ain't got no f*cking ba*ls!
-Olivia! Please.

You know what?

[crying] You know, I was trying.

I was trying to go to God and pray.

But you-- But you all, you just want me
to stay in this low place,

and I hate it.

Stop it with your damn
self-righteous bullshit.

-Self-righteous?
-[Horace] Yes.

Not here.

This was my home.

And it's not anymore, nor will it ever be.

Guys, just stop it, please.
Charles is dead.

Yes, he should-- He should-- He should--

He shouldn't have gone home.

-He never listened to you anyway.
-Would you guys please…

[Horace exhales sharply]

Jules.

Yes, sir?

Find my brother and bring him to me.

Yes, sir.

He won't come here.

One way or another,
he is going to answer to this.

He won't come.

[Horace] You bring him in here.

-Half dead, if you have to.
-[Mallory] No.

Listen, no. Let me…

Let me talk to him.
Let me try to find him.

This is no time to be pleasant.

He k*lled my son.

This is f*cking w*r!

Jules…

go.

[Horace exhales]

[footsteps receding]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Why you looking at me like that?

Like what?

It's the same look that Dad gave me.

-[Olivia] Roy, just stop.
-[Roy] Hm.

-You was hoping it was me, huh?
-Will you just give it a rest?

Just sayin'
You was hoping it was me, right?

[tense music playing]

Yeah.

-That would be nice.
-[Olivia] Stop it.

Hey, I'm just--

-Damn it, Horace!
-[Roy] No, no, no, no.

No, it's okay. No, it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

I mean, he always hated me.
I mean, you f*cking both did.

I mean, I didn't get really sh*t
from any of y'all, that's what's crazy.

You didn't give a sh*t about me.
You didn't give a sh*t about me at all.

You little selfish m*therf*cker.
We gave you everything.

I mean, a little love or a hug
every now and then, Pop,

would have been nice.

And, Mom, you was too busy
giving Charles all that sh*t.

And now he's dead.

And guess what, Pop?
You can get all his shares.

But wait, wait. Wait, wait.

You can't get it now
because it was a m*rder, right?

I mean, isn't that how the language reads?

You know, you two…

you both f*cking sucked as parents.

Sucked.

[tense music continues]

[Roy] See what I mean?

I missed on purpose.

But you keep f*cking with me,

I won't miss again.

Yeah.

Watch out.

Oh, this is rich.

[Mallory] Excuse me.

[Olivia crying]

[music fades]

[Roy exhales]

-Sweetheart--
-Please don't come talk to me.

[Mallory] Let me-- I'm only here to…

I'm fine.

Let me finish, Roy. [clears throat]

I'm only here to make your parents think
that I give a f*ck about you.

[dramatic music playing]

My brother's really dead, huh?

-Do you really care?
-Don't ever say no sh*t like that again.

I'm sorry, Roy. I was just asking.

You know, sometimes, you really is
a f*cking b*tch, you know that?

Roy…

you know what this means, right?

-It means he's dead.
-No, it doesn't mean he's dead.

If you look at it on the brighter side,
it means that his shares--

Will not go to me.

They will go to you.

How you figure that out?

The language says
that all the shares will be split.

If there is no m*rder.

If there is no m*rder
committed by another family member.

[Roy chuckles]

-My uncle f*cking did it, obviously.
-You don't know that, Roy.

[inhales] You know, Mallory,
can you give me-- Can you give me a favor?

[sighs] What's that favor?

Can you please
get the f*ck away from me right now?

Oh, you're in your feelings.
I know it's hard.

You're in your feelings right now,
but I got this.

[Roy] Mm.

I got this.

-Mm-hm. You got this.
-Yeah, I do.

Will you please just get the f*ck
away from me, please?

No, Roy, because I'm gonna hug you,
and you're gonna enjoy every minute of it.

-Okay, what's the point of this sh*t?
-I don't know. You tell me.

-This f*cking narrative, what's the point?
-It's more than narrative. Hm?

[sniffs] You know…

I really don't give a damn
if I have the shares or not.

We can get a divorce,
we can do anything you want.

'Cause I don't need the money
or the shares.

Listen to me. You don't need the shares?

What the f*ck are you gonna do
without the shares?

[Roy] Hm.

You have no skills,

no talent.

[Roy] Mm.

You need the money, so…

No.

-You need the money.
-No.

[Mallory chuckles]

You need the money.

And I'm so sorry about this.
I'm gonna give you a hug.

And this will be over soon, m*therf*cker,
because I know your parents are looking.

[Roy] Hm.

[kisses]

I don't love you so much.

[Mallory] Mm.

[ominous tone plays]

-Do you have one of those?
-Yes, I do.

-Okay, well--
-I ain't selling you that.

-You got anything?
-Yeah.

-Well, how many do you got?
-[machinery whirring]

[Kimmie] Sylvie, call me back
when you get this, please.

-Um…
-[Kimmie] Soon as you get this.

I got about 700 bucks.

I know you got a bunch…

[Angel speaking indistinctly]

Sylvie, pick up. Pick up, pick up.

Just call me back.
Call me back when you get this, okay?

A'ight?

[tense music playing]

-[phone rings]
-[gasps] Sylvie?

Hey, it's Rain. Y'all made it back yet?

Kimmie?

They took my sister.

-What?
-Yeah.

Sylvie?

-Yeah, they took her.
-[lighter clicks]

How?

I k*lled that b*tch Body.

Kimmie, what?

Smashed a car into her.

What the f*ck?

They took Sylvie,
and I don't know where she is.

Oh sh*t. [breathes deeply]

I'm not gonna let them break her too.

I know.

I know, okay?

-I'm gone.
-Wait, Kimmie.

It's too late, Rain.

I know. You know how you get
when you get angry.

It's too late.

Just talk to me. Tell me--
-I can't talk right now.

I'll talk to you later.

How do you even know what happened?

I'm about to go back
to that m*therf*cker's house.

Who?

Kimmie-- Kimmie, please don't go
to Jules' house. Please don't go.

Not him, the one that he works for.

Who's that?

That old n*gga from the club.

Wait.

Wait, where you at?

Wait-- Whe-- Is-- Is Angel with you?

Yeah, he trying to get a car for us.

Let me talk to him.

He can't talk right now, he's busy.

[exhales] Hold on.

No!

Hold on.

[phone beeps]

-[sighs]
-[dialing]

[line rings]

[phone buzzes, beeps]

-Yeah.
-[Rain on phone] Angel, is Kimmie there?

Yeah, she's right here.

[breathes deeply] How bad is it?

Uh, it's pretty f*cked up.

Did-- Did she really k*ll Body?

Yeah.

sh*t.

[exhales] Who saw it?

sh*t, I know the cameras caught it.
It was at the motel.

Oh f*ck.

[exhales]

-sh*t. You walking over there to her?
-Yeah.

-Okay, put me on speaker.
-Yeah, I'm right here. She hears you.

-Kimmie?
-I'm done talking.

Is this n*gga gonna help us or what?

Yeah, I was still talking to him.
He said he was gonna help.

You f*cking with me?

No.

Kimmie.

Kimmie, listen to me.

[exhales] You can't go
to that man's house, okay?

Just… Just talk to me.

Tell me what happened.
Wha-- Wha-- [exhales]

She don't care anymore.

[exhales]

Angel, who-- Who took Sylvie?

It was Delinda and Body.

[exhales]

[breathes deeply]

Okay. All right, look, Kimmie…

-Kimmie!
-What, Rain?

[breathes deeply]

I know where Delinda lives.

Tell me.

Okay. But you can't go
to that man's house.

Tell me where she live.

You need to promise me
you're not gonna go over there.

Yeah, I promise.
Now tell me where she lives.

I know how you get, all right?
You get crazy.

I don't need you going there
and acting crazy.

Rain, you need to tell me right now.
Where does Delinda live?

I'mma text you her address,

but promise me
you not gonna go to that man's house.

You better text me.

I will.

Can you just stay on the phone with me?

-She just walked away.
-What?

sh*t, I gotta get out of this hospital.

[Angel] I get it.

[exhales]

That girl, [exhales] when she gets mad…

It takes a lot for her to get there,

but when she's gone,
there's no coming back.

I know. I saw it.

I gotta get out of here.

Look, I don't know what to do.

See if she'll come here.

-[Angel] She ain't having that.
-[Rain exhales]

All right, well, just watch her.

Uh, I-- I gotta go. She's gonna leave.

Don't let her leave.

I'll try.

-Damn.
-[phone beeps]

[exhales]

[exhales deeply]

Kimmie.

[Kimmie] What?

He's gonna let us use the car.

We gotta go easy though, 'cause it's hot.

Then get the f*cking car.

[Angel] Yo, my man.

I'll take it.

[breathing shakily]

-[sighs] Varney.
-[Varney sniffles]

[Varney exhales, sniffles]

You okay?

It's a lot.

Yeah, I know.

I just, uh, don't know what to, uh--

Listen… you don't have to be here.

No.

He wants me here.

Look, I can talk to him.

-No.
-[Mallory exhales]

It's important that I be here.

Okay, he's gonna need a suit.

[inhales] Suit?

For the funeral.

[sighs] Yeah.

I know no one's
thinking about that right now, but…

I can go and grab one from his house.

-Okay.
-Mm.

That's what I was gonna ask you to do.

Yeah. I don't mind.

Look, you know,
I've, um, been through grief before,

and one thing that helps

is just making sure
you have different tasks, you know?

-Maybe you're right.
-Mm.

-Yeah.
-[Varney inhales, sighs]

So why don't you go get that suit?

Yeah.

I can, um, show you
where the spare key is.

I have one.

You have a key to his house?

I mean, I know where the key is.

Okay.

[Varney inhales, sighs]

Listen, it's okay, Varney.

[ambient music playing]

It's not okay.

Varney, things happen, you know?

What do you mean, things happen? I mean--

Varney, there's nothing
we can do about this.

There's nothing we can do,
I understand that, Mallory, but this is--

-Look, but-- Var--
-Think about it.

-Why'd somebody do something like this?
-Varney. Varney.

[Mallory scoffs]

Control yourself.

Look, go get the suit.

[Varney inhales, sighs]

[tender music playing]

-[keys jangling]
-[lock clicks]

[exhales]

[exhales]

[rain pattering]

[breathes deeply]

[breathes deeply]

[exhales]

[breathes deeply]

Fu--

[sniffles]

[exhales]

[breathing shakily]

[suspenseful music playing]

[breathes deeply]

[sniffles]

[music intensifies]

[gasps]

What the f*ck?

What?

[breathing heavily]

-What is it? What is it?
-What the hell?

-Why did--
-Charles.

What is it? I don't know.

What is it? What is it? What-- What?

n*gga, I-- I thought you…

[exhales]

I thought you was dead.
[breathing heavily]

sh*t. [breathing heavily]

-What you talking about?
-Your car.

Oh sh*t.

[Varney exhales]

Oh sh*t. [laughing]

[Varney exhales]

Some little stripper b*tch stole my car
and my watch and drugged me.

When I tell you I'm going back
up to that place and I'm f*cking it up.

[suspenseful music playing]

-sh*t, I'm still out of it. [sniffs]
-[thunder rumbling]

Wait, what time is it?

-Charles.
-What? What is it?

-Ni-- I thought you--
-Why'd you think I was dead?

Because your car is burned.

Oh f*ck. [sniffles]

Oh man.

-What?
-Yeah.

[suspenseful music continues]

He burned my car?

Yeah.

He must've died in it.
sh*t, he must've died in it.

Oh man.

What?

Yeah.

[Varney sighs, sniffles]

[Varney exhales]

So my car is destroyed? So--

-[exhales]
-Yes. And didn't you hear what I said?

The man died in the car.

[kisses teeth] Man, f*ck
that m*therf*cker. He stole my damn car.

-[Varney sighs]
-sh*t, he was cute.

-What?
-I said, where was this?

It was out by the private road.

[Charles clicks fingers]

He stole my wallet.
I need to cancel my credit cards.

sh*t.

-My phone.
-n*gga, this is serious.

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

He had my address,

he got his a*s blown up.

He didn't get blown up.
He was shot multiple times.

They must've thought it was you.

-Oh man.
-So I was targeted?

Yeah.

Well, good for his a*s, right? [chuckles]

Thank you, sexy stripper man.

Charles, this sh*t is serious,
and you just playin'.

Oh, I know it's serious.

So my mom was right about my uncle.

I feel like I'm in the motherf--
I feel like I'm in the twilight zone.

What is wrong with you?

I told you my family was f*cked up.

[Varney sighs]

Speaking of your family,
I need to call your parents.

Why?

Because they're at your father's house,
and they're all upset.

About me dying?

Yes.

n*gga, that's some bullshit. [laughs]

Charles, your family loves you.

-[Varney sighs]
-Varney, I just love you.

Yeah, you truly don't get it.

[inhales, sighs]

They do.

-And they're all upset.
-Mm.

You a lawyer, right?

-Yes.
-Just look at how the company is divided.

-Charles, that has--
-Mm-mm.

No.

Nobody loves me.

I love you.

n*gga, I mean in this family.

No.

Let me give them a call.

Come on.

If you think they suffering,

why not let them suffer
a little while longer?

You are totally insane.

[both laughing]

[Charles] Mm.

f*ck.

[engine sputtering]

[engine stops]

I really wish Rain
hadn't sent you this address.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-What?

-What are you gonna do?
-The f*ck you think I'm 'bout to do?

-Kimmie. Kimmie.
-Angel, let me go, n*gga.

Kimmie, what the f*ck?

[upbeat song playing]

sh*t.

♪ Come on, get it, come on, get it, yeah ♪

♪ I'mma get mine ♪

-♪ I'mma get mine, I'mma get-- ♪
-♪ Get it ♪

♪ I'mma get mine ♪

-♪ I'mma get mine, I'mma get-- ♪
-♪ Get it ♪

-♪ I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine
I'mma-- Yee! ♪

-What the f*ck?
-[Kimmie breathing heavily]

Where is my sister?

[Delinda] Oh sh*t!

[Delinda screaming]

[g*nshots]

[Delinda yelling indistinctly]

b*tch, I'm not gonna ask you
one more m*therf*cking time!

Where is my sister?

-♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪
-♪ Uh-huh ♪

Get off me!

[both grunting]

♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪

♪ Put it out ♪

-♪ Don't make me turn your lights out ♪
-♪ Lights out ♪

Where is my sister, Delinda?

[both grunting]

-Hey! Hey! Hey!
-[Delinda] No, you-- Get off me.

-Where's my--
-Let her talk!

[Kimmie grunts]

[Delinda gasping]

[Delinda yells]

[Delinda] Let me go.

-Let me go!
-We wanna find her!

-You need to tell us where she is!
-Let me go!

-Tell us where she is!
-Where is she?

-I ain't telling you sh*t.
-Delinda?

Jules is gonna k*ll y'all m*therf*ckers
when he find y'all.

-Just tell me where her sister is.
-[Delinda laughs]

-She's in hell. [laughs]
-Delinda.

[straining] Look at this b*tch over here.

Where was you at
when your sister was getting r*ped?

Who you trying to be?

Wonder Woman wannabe m*therf*cker!

-You are pathetic!
-Just tell us where her sister is!

She's getting f*cked
by a bunch of truck drivers.

-Ah! Ah! Ah! m*therf*cker!
-[c*ck g*n]

[g*nsh*t]

[clattering]

-[high-pitched ring]
-[Angel] What the f*ck?

[gasps]

[song continues playing]

Kimmie.

♪ I always get the last word… ♪

Let's go, m*therf*cker.

♪ I always get the last word ♪

Let's go!

♪ I always, I always, I always ♪

♪ I always get the last word ♪

♪ I always get the last word ♪

[song continues]

[song ends]