02x10 - Playing for Keeps

[bunniefuu]

[Kimmie] Who is it?

It's Glen.

I saw him laying next to the barn.
Looked like he fell off one of the horses.

This is your father's will.

I can't pull it, but I can delay it.

If something happens before it's filed…

[Roy] Then he can't do anything about it?

This some real good information on Kimmie.

What's the info?

Can you go look in the bathroom?

I don't wanna see no disgusting-a*s sh*t.

Did you get it all?

Yeah.

You might wanna take it easy.

Who the hell you think you talking to?

I'm just saying, you know--

No, what are you
just saying, little b*tch?

I'm just saying there are cops out
and you're drinking, so--

Man, motherfuck-- [splutters]

What's my name?

I am Olivia Bellarie.

I own the cops.

Just like the b*tch who had you.

How the f*ck is Jennifer doing anyway?

She okay.

Well, why don't you tell her I said hi?

[chuckles]

Now, I want you to get
all this sh*t cleaned up

and get your a*s out of here.

It's already cleaned up.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

-You sure?
-Yes.

You sure you sure?

-Olivia, yes, I am sure.
-What… What… What… What about that drain?

Yes, that is… that is being cleaned.

I'm having my guy
clean out the septic tank.

Your guy?

If they had been your guy,
I wouldn't be in this sh*t.

What do you mean by that?

You stupid a*s,
you f*cked up Horace's robbery.

Now, look at all this…

Look at all this damn sh*t
I got to deal with.

Listen, I… I'm sorry, but we got it.

You know what? I… [hesitates]

[scoffs]

m*therf*cker, I am so sick and tired
of your f*cking excuses.

I didn't make an excuse.
I told you who messed that up.

And how's your sister?

Olivia, please.

Please?

Please?

Please what?

Get your f*cking…
Get your f*cking a*s out of here.

Not out through the front door,
you dumb son of a b*tch!

Out the back door!

Stupid m*therf*cker.
I gotta do every damn thing around here.

Get your a*s out the back door!

-[door opens]
-f*ck this sh*t.

[sighs]

[door closes]

[glass clanks]

[haunting vocalization]

[humming]

Yeah.

What's up, n*gga? [chuckles]

-Hold on a second.
-Jules.

-Yeah.
-I got that b*tch.

Okay.

No, no, no, you're not understanding.
I really…

I got this n*gga.
He's… He's f*cking my brother.

Roy, I'm in the middle of something.

Well, can you talk?

Can you talk?

Right now is not a good time.

-Is everything okay?
-No, n*gga, I need to talk to you.

So can you talk?
Can you get off the phone, please?

Hold on.

[Roy sighs]

Go ahead.

Guess what?

I went to Varney's place,
and he showed me the will.

None of these n*gg*s is protected.

Not the b*tch's sister, not Rain.
None of them.

-You sure?
-Oh, I'm positive.

I'm very, very sure about this sh*t.

How positive?

I got the n*gga by the ba*ls, man.

How'd you do that?

Do I gotta draw it on a picture?
n*gga, he's f*cking my brother.

-What are you talking about?
-Roy…

[spluttering]

Well, I didn't see him do it,
but, n*gga, I heard the sh*t.

Nasty, disgusting sh*t too.
I wish I didn't hear it, but I heard it.

And he's not doing
what your father asked him to do?

Does it sound like he doing
what my father asked?

No, he's not doing that.

-I'm not sure I believe that.
-Oh, I believe it.

I believe it, I believe it, I believe it.

And… wait till I get that b*tch Rain too.

That's gonna be fun.
That's my next project.

Okay. Good.

"Okay, good"? [spluttering]
Where… Where's the energy?

What's wrong with you? This is good sh*t.
What's wrong? What's going on?

Just be careful.

I am careful. I saw him talk to the clerk.

Okay, so let me check it out.

Okay, check it out.

And while you check it out,
you know, I'm going to, uh…

-No, no, you're going to do nothing.
-No, I'm going--

-Do nothing.
-I'm gonna do some sh*t.

-Roy…
-I'm me, I am Roy.

I know. I am going to do some sh*t.

Tonight.

I'm going to the club.

-Yeah.
-Going to the club?

-Hell yeah.
-Have at it.

-Fun. Great.
-Mm-hmm.

-[cell phone buzzing]
-Can't wait.

-All right. Listen--
-Good talking to you.

I have things to do.

[Roy clears throat]

Hope everything goes well on your call.

[door closes]

Yeah.

[tense music playing]

[bugs chirring]

You should eat something, Sylvie.

Do y'all know how he's doing?

No.

Well, call someone.

-We can't.
-[Sylvie] Kimmie.

We can't call nobody, okay?

We just gotta wait it out.

Hm. Yeah, that's what's best.

It's funny. The strippers and wh*res
know what's best for me.

What'd you say?

-Angel.
-[Kimmie] Nah.

-She needs to watch her mouth.
-She's just upset.

-'Cause you tried to k*ll him.
-Hold up, little girl.

I didn't know you was f*ck' him.

-You are so vulgar. All of you.
-[Kimmie] All right.

Sylvie, what I'm not gonna have
is the disrespect, okay?

-Disrespect?
-Yeah, I'm not having it.

Oh, okay. All the lies that you told me?

And I told you why.

Why am I… Why am I explaining
myself to you?

I made a decision.

I've been looking at colleges,
and I want you to go to school.

Kimmie…

I'm honestly not trying to hear it.

Okay?

It's not safe here.
It's dangerous having you here.

-So you just want me to leave?
-These people are crazy.

You know that.

I'll find you a nice apartment
on campus that's safe.

No, I wanna stay.

[Kimmie] You can't.

[hesitates] But you are here.

I'm protected by marriage.

I'm still waitin' to see if you are.

So you're just gonna push me off?

Just like Mama did?

-I'm not Mama.
-Oh, well… Well, this feels like it.

Wait, y'all.

We been at this for so long.
We don't know when we're safe.

Kimmie's right.

[sinister music playing]

You know what?

[sighs]

[Angel scoffs]

Ain't that some rich, spoiled sh*t?

I know. My mama would've beat my a*s
up and down that hallway.

-Y'all stop.
-[Angel chuckles]

This is a lot.
All of this has been a lot for her.

-On all of us.
-[Angel] Right.

This sh*t is crazy, and it don't stop.

Nah, it don't.

[ambient city noise]

[Roy chuckling]

I know. I know.

We're gonna have a fun-a*s time
tonight too. It's gonna be crazy.

-Hold on one second.
-Roy.

[spluttering] What… What do you want?
What's… What's going on?

I needed you earlier.

And n*gg*s in hell need ice water,
so what? What's up?

You don't give a sh*t
about nobody but yourself, huh?

Yeah, that sounds about right. Yeah.

[Roy chuckling]

Damn this family.

[Roy sighs loudly]

What is it, brother? What do you want?

Nah, you don't give a sh*t. f*ck it.

No, no, no, I give a sh*t. I give a sh*t.
I mean, unless it's about you…

and that big n*gga f*cking.

I… I don't give a sh*t about that.
I mean, yeah.

What?

Oh, yeah, and by the way, um,
I do got him by the ba*ls, though.

-Roy--
-No, no, no, see, see…

I mean, I don't got him
like how you got him by the ba*ls,

but I got that n*gga by the ba*ls.
He gonna do exactly what I say too.

The f*ck are you talking about?

You don't want me to tell Father?

You sound like you're five years old.

[Roy] Hm.

I might sound five, but I know one thing.

That n*gga gonna do
exactly what I tell him to.

Keep playing with brilliant people,
they gonna show you how smart they are

by showing you how dumb you really are.

What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?

You see, there's nothing more to say.

Mm. "There's nothing more to say.
Nothing more to say."

No, I got him.

So thank you, brother, for doing all
the nasty, disgusting sh*t you like to do.

Thank you. For real.

Why do I even bother?

I don't know. I really don't. I don't know
why you bother f*cking a dude.

With all the p*ssy out here,
social media, the ratio of like 100 to 1,

I don't know why you bother doing
the sh*t you do, brother. I don't know.

And you'll never have enough, will you?

[Roy] Huh.

[cell phone buzzing]

As long as they keep making it,
no, I don't think I will.

Speaking of, uh…

Look at that.

p*ssy on the line right now.
Hold on one second.

[Roy clears throat]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You wanna talk to p*ssy?

You don't wanna talk to no p*ssy? No.

Yeah, me and my d*ck,
we about to be over there right now.

Yeah.

Just wear that sh*t
I told you to wear, m*therf*cker.

Ooh, you f*cking stupid. Mm.

-Ooh, you stupid.
-Get the f*ck out, stupid piece of sh*t.

[groans]

You always talking the same sh*t.

[exhales]

[chuckles]

[vocalizing]

[sighs] You always treat me well.

Every f*cking time. [snorts]

I love the white girl.

Yeah.

[snorting]

[sniffing]

[groans]

Ooh, sh*t!

[club music playing]

[patrons cheering]

[Mallory] You need to relax.

You haven't taken your eyes
off that girl all night.

No, I haven't.

Well, somethin' you need
to tell me? [chuckles]

Is there something you need to tell me?

You haven't taken your eyes
off that guy all night.

[Varney] He's sexy.

-[chuckling] Oh, well, excuse me.
-What?

Okay, I mean,
you just coming all out and stuff.

Coming all out?

-What do you mean coming out?
-I meant coming out.

I've never been in, all right?
I'm private, that's all.

And there's a difference.

Okay, then, b*tch.

[snickering]

b*tch? Why "b*tch"?

b*tch, it's-- I mean…

It's just a term of endearment, Varney.

[Varney breathes deeply]

Mallory, let me educate you on g*y men.

There are some of us that are masculine
and are not attracted to feminine men.

[Mallory] Mmm.

And we don't like to be called b*tch.

And we don't like all men
just because they got a d*ck.

Okay.

[laughing]

I guess you told me.

[scoffs] Why are you laughing, then?

-Because you read me, b*tch.
-You know what?

-That's that bullshit I'm talking about.
-I'm just kidding.

I know everything I need to know
about g*y people.

I have a hair company, Varney.

See, that's another insult.

You think you know about g*y people
because you got a hair company.

No, but the g*y community
is heavily involved in the hair industry.

-But I don't know sh*t about hair.
-No, but I know about the g*y community.

Okay, what do you know?

What I know is that I know about
masculine, feminine.

-Yeah.
-I know about tops, bottoms.

I know all the LGBTQIA
and everything else on the alphabet.

-Okay.
-You can't tell me about my g*y community.

-So, what am I?
-The tag on the mattress.

-What the f*ck is that?
-A full queen.

-You know what?
-A full queen. Just queen.

[both laughing]

[Mallory] Mmm.

-Cheers.
-You know what? Mm.

[smacks lips]

-I like you. You need to drink more.
-I don't need to drink nothing else.

You need to drink.

-No, I don't.
-Let's get another drink.

-Can I get a d*ck on the rocks?
-Two dicks--

-Hey.
-Oh, look. There's your source.

You wanna talk?

[Varney sighs]

Yeah.

Come on.

I'll be right back.

[crowd cheering]

[patron] Ow, baby!

[whooping, laughing]

[music stops]

Varney!

[tsks]

[pensive music playing]

[clicking tongue]

[cell phone buzzing]

Hello?

It's done.

[Charles] Really?

"Really?" What… What… What are
you trying to say? You don't believe me?

No, I don't.

[Olivia] I do want
to talk to you, Charles.

[tapping on glass]

Okay, what's wrong?

You know, this sh*t was expensive.

[Charles] Okay.

So I am going to need you to pay for it.

What?

[Olivia] $250,000.

Ma, I… [hesitates]

[Olivia] What?

I don't have $250,000.

How in the hell you mean
you don't have it?

We just got our dividend checks
from the company.

I just… I just--

[Olivia] You know… you know,
you… you just like your damn brother.

Spend all your money.

Well?

Well, you better get a damn loan.

Mama, can't you cover it?

[Olivia chuckling] Ain't this
a f*cking b*tch. What?

m*therf*cker, you mean you want me
to fix yo sh*t and pay for it too?

I just need it this one time, Ma. I'm--

No, what you need to do
is not get a felony and lose your shares.

I know.

So get the damn money for me.

[Charles] All right, I'll try to…

[Olivia] Sell them damn cars.

I'll get a loan. You know?

[Olivia] When?

Soon as I can.

I need it by Friday.

So you ask your brother,
or you ask Mallory.

Mama, I…

[Olivia] Charles,
let me tell you something.

Now, them m*therf*ckers
who cleaned up that sh*t for you,

they gonna want the damn money.

Okay.

[Olivia] So get it to me.

Okay.

-Fine, I'll call you tomorrow.
-[Charles] All right.

[Varney on voicemail] You've reached
Attorney Varney. Leave a message.

Varney. [sighs]

This is Charles.

Where are you?
I need to talk to you. Call me back.

[exhales sharply]

[club music playing]

[patrons cheering]

Sit down.

I'm not sitting on this sh*t.

Girl, it ain't gonna hurt you.

[Felicia sucks teeth]

[Mallory sighs]

Where my money?

Damn hood rats always looking for cheese.

You know, you real funny.

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

I know that's right.

[club music playing faintly]

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

Okay.

So Kimmie got hooked up
with what we call a whale.

[chuckles] You following me?

You ain't said sh*t.
Of course I'm following you.

[giggling] Okay. I'm a little high.

Look, look, uh-uh. I don't have time
for this sh*t, okay?

You need to focus. Are you following me?

Well, anyway, he would get pissed with her

'cause she wasn't doing the right thing.
Like, dressing right and sh*t.

-[Mallory] Mm-hmm.
-You following me?

b*tch, you have to say something
to confuse me, okay? Keep going.

-Anyway, that's some good-a*s weed, b*tch.
-Well, focus, girl! Focus!

Okay, okay.
He wanted her to work at the office,

and… and he didn't want his wife
to know about it.

Do you know his name?

Mm-mm. I don't know his name.

Girl, we don't know these whale names.

I'm sure if I showed you
a picture of his d*ck…

[giggling]

…you would be able to recognize it?

Girl, I could spot a d*ck
to the left, to the right,

uncircumcised, big, girthy.

Keep going.

Girl, you ever realize how funny it look?

Mm, I seen one.
It… It had all veins, like, ooh.

Girl, will you focus, please?

[chuckling] Girl, my bad.
Flashbacks is taking me there.

-Mm, what I was saying?
-Not a damn thing.

You not saying sh*t.

Mm.

Well, yeah.
That's what I wanted to tell you.

b*tch, you did not have me come
all the way down here for this bullshit.

I did.

-And give me my…
-Uh-uh!

Girl, that's good tea. Uh-uh.

No, it's not. It's not.
This is some bullshit.

[snaps tongue] Fine. Hold on,
hold on, hold on. Look, look, look.

His first b*tch was named Gillian.

She done left the club,
and we ain't seen her since.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait.
Did you say Gillian?

Mm-hmm, Gillian.

[tense music playing]

Is this her?

Yeah, girl. That's her.

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

And is this the guy?

Mm. Yeah, that's him.

Look, are you sure that's him?

Yeah. That's my new whale.

How you know him?

That's my husband.

Oh.

Oh sh*t.

sh*t.

sh*t.

Did you f*ck him?

Real good.

-He like me.
-Oh.

He do-- Oh, he does?

That's the d*ck I was talking about
with the veins.

Oh, that's the d*ck?

-Does it curve a little bit?
-Ooh, and girth. Hello.

-Oh, okay. Oh.
-Mm.

Oh wow.

You know, somebody told me
to just keep my mouth full of stuff,

'cause I just be talking too much.

Damn.

-Girl.
-Mm.

-I be running my mouth.
-Be running your mouth and sh*t?

-sh*t.
-You be running stuff in your mouth.

-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah? So you f*cked him?

-Yeah, girl.
-Hm.

I told you he like me.

-Okay.
-[both chuckle]

When you f*ck him?

-A few nights ago.
-A few nights ago?

Mm-hmm.

Where you f*ck him, Felicia?
Where was… Where was it at?

Girl, right here in this room. [chuckles]

Look at this. This nasty sh*t.
Look at that. Right here in this room?

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

-So you mad?
-Oh no.

Not at all. Just found out
you just f*cking my husband.

I'm all sitting here all peachy and sh*t.

-Mm. Girl, I ain't know he was hubby.
-Mm.

And he did not tell me he was married.

Oh, so you giving me my money back?

-Yeah.
-Mm.

I need you to call me when he calls you.

Oh, look, he said
he was coming through tonight.

Oh. Is he?

[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

-Look, he wasn't tipping me sh*t.
-Okay.

Don't tell him anything.

sh*t, okay.

[club music playing]

♪ Doin' it slow mo ♪

♪ She doin' it, she doin' it ♪

♪ She doin' it slow mo ♪

♪ She doin' it, she doin' it ♪

♪ She doin' it slow mo ♪

♪ She doin' it, she doin' it ♪

♪ She doin' it slow mo ♪

♪ Hey… ♪

Hey.

Come on, papacito. You know you want this.

[grunts] No, I don't.

Then what's up?

Somehow I know you're gonna tell me.

What are you trying to get into?

Nothing here.

Oh, come on, papi.

This sh*t is gonna cost you.
You know that, right?

I'm not paying for sh*t.

You're gonna have to.

Look at me.

Oh yes.

I'm definitely looking.

Do I look like I would pay for that a*s?

[chuckles]

[inhales sharply]

But have you seen this a*s?

[Varney sighs]

Hey, papi, wait.

You're a lawyer, right?

How the hell do you know that?

People talk. That's what I heard.

So what if I am?

I kind of need some legal help.

Ah, okay. So you trying to…

trade?

-[scoffs]
-No, no, no.

[in Spanish] I'm not your wh*re.

[in English] And what the f*ck
does that mean?

That means that…

we could be friends…

with some benefits.

[scoffs]

[patrons cheering]

Get your m*therf*cking a*s on the stage.
The f*ck is you doing?

-I'm sorry, sir.
-Go.

sh*t.

[music continues]

♪ She doin' it, she movin' in slow mo… ♪

[Varney sighs]

-And where were you?
-I was in the bathroom.

Oh, in the bathroom, huh?

-Mallory…
-You in the bathroom?

[dogs barking]

[tense music playing]

What happened?

-Nothing.
-What you mean nothing?

-What did he say?
-He… He just…

He just asked if I was there
and if I knew anything.

And that's it?

I mean, he asked where Kimmie was.

I told him she wasn't there.

[inhaling sharply]

He ask about me?

Yeah. If you were here.

sh*t.

But… I think it's gonna be okay.

How?

That kid didn't look that bad.

So that means that he could talk.

He probably won't remember that.

You think I wanna deal with a "probably"?

Rain…

you're good.

Mr. Bellarie
has you protected in his will.

I don't even know… [tsks]

What?

What don't you know?

I don't even know if that's set.

Kimmie's supposed to call him tomorrow.

Call who, Mr. Bellarie?

No, the lawyer n*gga.

sh*t. Uh…

Can't do anything about it now.

No, we can't.

[both sigh]

You want some?

Japanigga, I don't know
where your lips been.

Tryna give me something
I can't get rid of.

Damn.

All the stuff you've been through
at the club and you're worried about me?

And I'm still testing negative,
so, yeah, I am.

Okay, fine.

More for me.

And I told Kimmie
we need to keep our eye on Angel too.

Yeah, I know.

That n*gga's balling out of control.

[sighs] I just don't understand
why he's here though.

What you mean?

Why is Mr. Bellarie protecting him too?

We just like a family…

in a f*cked up kind of way.

Hm.

-[sighs]
-Oh yeah?

Yeah.

And that's it?

What?

[smacks lips] Nothing.

If you got somethin' to say,
just spit it out.

No.

I'm just wondering, uh…

if he has something going on
with you or Kimmie.

[scoffs]

You couldn't be further from the target.

-[sighs]
-Mm. I see.

Just keep me posted
on that kid, all right?

Yeah, I will.

["Eggs N Taters" by Idi X Teco playing]

♪ I ain't gonna stop
'Til I'm sitting at the top ♪

♪ With the greats, with the money
And the diamonds all over me ♪

♪ Had to take a break to define myself ♪

♪ Like what's it gonna take to… ♪

[Rain] What the hell are you doing?

Turn that sh*t down.
Got the crystals vibrating and sh*t.

[music stops]

What I was doing
was I was watching you with him.

You still trusting that m*therf*cker?

Angel, I don't wanna talk to you
about this. What the hell you got on?

Labels. Label sh*t. I'm going out.

Angel, I'm telling you,
you need to lay low.

That sh*t ain't happening.

I can drive any car out there,

and I got these diamonds
dancing on my neck.

Angel, how much have you spent?

That n*gga ain't give me no limit.

But I'm damn sure trying to find one.

Angel, this is stupid.

-You need to be smart about this.
-I am.

sh*t, didn't you go shopping?

Look at the sh*t you got on.

Yeah, but I know how to lay low.

By going to the club the other night?

-What you talking about?
-"What you talking about?"

Yeah, they told me you was there.

Well, I was there for a reason.

[tense music playing]

What reason?

I wanna buy it.

What?

Yeah.

You talking about this sh*t on my neck,
and talking about buying the club?

No, I already talked to Kimmie about it.

I told her I'm not
with all this bougie house sh*t.

I want the club.

Mm. That's right.

You don't like nice sh*t.

You want them roaches and rats
and all that nasty-a*s sh*t.

And, n*gga, what you want besides Horace?

In here practicing your dancing form.

Don't start that sh*t with me.

I'm not in the mood.

Anyway, I'm serious.

I want the club.

Delinda dead anyway. I want it.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

Then you gotta go through Giovanni.

Who the hell is that?

Delinda's son.

-Delinda got a son?
-Yeah.

He's named Giovanni,
and he's got it in a will.

She had a damn will?

-She wasn't all the way stupid.
-Damn.

I thought I could talk to Horace
about getting it.

Nah, he ain't into
no small-time sh*t like that.

[tsks] You got to, uh…

You gotta talk to Mr. Insane.

-You know him?
-[chuckles] Yeah.

That n*gga be on that sh*t.

He'd sell you that club for a dollar.

Oh, I really need to talk to him.
Where he be at?

-He be hanging out where I'm going.
-[chuckles] Well, sh*t, I'm going too.

Nah, nah, nah, nah.
I don't need nobody c*ck-blocking me, yo.

-Angel, look at me.
-I'm looking.

You the one that would be
c*ck-blocking, n*gga.

I'll be right back.

Hurry up.

Don't rush me.

I guess you getting some of them diamonds
you telling me not to buy.

sh*t. Tell me not to worry about
my diamonds. Where my music at?

["Eggs N Taters" resumes]

♪ My DNA sure gets the evidence ♪

♪ n*gga and it's evident ♪

[music stops]

[bugs chirring]

[tense music playing]

[line ringing]

Jules.

Yeah.

[Norman] I've been calling you, man.

I've been dealing with something.

-You know I don't like to wait.
-Yeah, I know.

How come you haven't called me back?

I'm sorry.

Is there something I can help you with?

I need an update on… on Harold and Gloria.

Nothing to update. It was a gas expl*si*n.

Oh, good. Brilliant.

[Jules] Had the fire chief sign off.

How come I haven't heard it on the news?

No.

No. They don't want it reported too early.

Oh.

Why you sounding like that?

[Jules] Like what?

Like, uh, down.

Nah. I'm just, uh…

[Norman] What?

I'm an eerie type of calm.

Oh sh*t.

Who did what?

[Jules] Nah, it's nothing. I got it.

Is there anything else?

["Spotlight" by Biz Canton playing]

♪ Going all night
Living my hype ♪

♪ In a whip all white
The kicks off-white and the wrist on ice ♪

[engine whirring]

It's $55 to park here, man.

Fifty-five? [scoffs]
n*gga, I park where I want to.

[chuckling] Oh, sh*t. You think so?

-You must be new.
-Nah, man, I been here about a week.

-Well, n*gga, you ain't acting like it.
-Fifty-five, man. Come on.

sh*t, with a car like this,
you ought to be around back.

That's where the action at.

Y'all keep talking about the back, man.
Nobody going behind there.

Listen, give me $500 and I'll show you.

-Five hundred dollars? sh*t.
-Yeah, man. Come on. You got it.

[chuckling]

Ah. It's really popping back there?

n*gga, just give me the money
and you'll see.

Calm down, n*gga. sh*t.

Let me tell you somethin'.
What's your name?

-Jimmy.
-Jimmy. Okay.

If I give you 500 f*cking dollars, n*gga,

I better have the time
of my m*therf*cking life.

Come on, man, you gonna wanna give me
more and more after that, I promise you.

So go around back to the black gate,
and I'll let them know you pulling around.

All right. [scoffs]

We gonna see.

All right. Yo, goofy-a*s n*gga
coming around back.

Hey, watch your mouth, n*gga.

["Spotlight" continues faintly]

["Bahama Water" by AP FALEAP playing]

♪ Down in Nassau, the water the bluest ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Down in Nassau
Where the water the bluest… ♪

-[Rain] Damn.
-[Angel] Uh-huh.

See how they looking?

[Rain] Park over there.

On the street?

Yeah.

Hell nah, not in this.

Angel, the VIP is like $300.

Is it your money?

Is it yours?

Damn right it is. I earned this sh*t.

You see this sh*t?

When we pay, there's no waiting in line.

[chuckles] This sh*t feel good.

Well, it don't feel right to me.

-You sound like Kimmie.
-No, I don't.

Ah. Now I get it.
You didn't get a credit card.

[tsks] What, you trying to say
I'm jealous or something?

I'm trying to say you something.

-I'm just looking out for you.
-Yourself.

We good.

You see this?

I'm tired of being the n*gga
at the end of the line.

We walking in this sh*t,

no matter what it costs.

["Bahama Water" continues]

♪ b*tch got a rod in her purse ♪

♪ I gotta lead on some sh*t I can work ♪

♪ Telling my cousin
To pull up and get it ♪

♪ He drop that sh*t off
And meet back by the curb ♪

♪ Aye, goo you long lived ♪

♪ Was begging and bumming
Till I got my own sh*t ♪

♪ I'm in the zone, b*tch ♪

♪ And I'm so wavy, I feel like an ocean ♪

[engine revs]

[tires screech]

["Pool Racks" by Neighbors playing]

Damn. This place is lit.

-Angel.
-What?

You buying VIP and sh*t?

You damn right.

Man, we about to be popping bottles
in this b*tch. You feel me?

Yeah!

-Angel!
-What?

Where is Giovanni?

He's in one of these booths or somethin'.

-Okay.
-Hey, baby.

Hey, bring me some bottles.

-Angel, can you get him? Where is he?
-Will you relax?

I'm tryna talk business.

And I'm tryna have some fun with her.

Excuse me.

Come on.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Excuse me.

["Brand New Amiri" by Kuya playing]

-[Varney] You ready to go or what?
-[Mallory] No, I'm not. So drink up.

I don't wanna drink anything. I wanna go.

Varney, just have a f*cking drink.

Mallory, look around.

What?

Look at what's going on.
You know what time it is?

-What time is it?
-It's the bewitching hour.

What the… What the hell does that mean?

Mallory, look around
and see all these people f*cking.

[moaning]

Oh, no, this is disgusting as sh*t.

Exactly.

So let's go. sh*t.

["KnowDat" by Rod D
ft. SodaMan FR playing]

Angel!

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

[Angel exhales]

-You think you the man, huh?
-You damn right.

I don't got time for this.
Where is Giovanni?

That's Giovanni.

Giovanni!

Yo.

This is Rain.

Hey, Rain.

[Rain] Hey.

He's… he's out of it.

How am I supposed to talk to him?

Just talk to him.

Excuse me.

[Giovanni coughing]

Hey.

[Giovanni] Yo.

Can you hear me?

Yeah. [coughing]

Look, I wanna buy the club.

You wanna buy this club?

No. Yo mama's club.

[tense music playing]

Oh. Somebody shot her.

Oh, really?

-Yeah.
-Mm.

-Yeah.
-f*ck. [inhales sharply]

sh*t's sad, bro.

Yeah.

God rest her soul.

[shuddering] She was a good woman, bro.

[Rain] Mm.

So, what do you wanna do about the club?

I don't want that.

Well, you should sell it to me.

I don't own the building.

But you own the license
and the liquor license.

Yeah, I think so, but…

they won't even let me see the books.

-Who?
-Nobody.

Every single time I go there…

[spluttering] …they,
they just won't let me see it.

-Is that right?
-[shakily] Yeah.

f*ck.

[sniffles]

-[exhales]
-Look, I can get you in there.

How you gonna do that?

Y'all trying to hide something from me?

No. [scoffs]

It's all good. Look, I got you.

I can take you.

You sure?

Yeah.

Can we go tomorrow?

Tomorrow's perfect.

All right.

Okay.

I… I do have to work, though.

That's fine.
We gotta go in the evening anyway.

All right.

-All right.
-Sounds good.

[chuckles] sh*t, you fine as f*ck.

-Okay, thank you.
-You tryna-- Damn.

You… should probably sit down.

Oh, man. Where's Angel?

-Angel.
-[Angel] Yeah?

[growling] Let's turn up!

Turn up, man!

-Turn up!
-[Giovanni] Give me a shot!

Take that sh*t, man. Pull up.
Hey, pour my n*gga a shot.

[music stops]

Look, just go get the car.
I need to tell her something.

-Listen, I will wait for you.
-Don't--

Varney, just go get the f*cking car.

I'll get the car. f*ck.

["Normal" by $Dolla playing]

♪ I just want to sh**t the shot ♪

♪ Like I'm always on the clock… ♪

Hey, can I get my car? Thanks.

Papi, you leaving?

Yes.

But you didn't give me your phone number.

I did that on purpose.

I could really use a friend right now.

Well, dance your a*s back up
in the club and go get a friend.

You know I won't find the right person.

Well, you didn't find the right one
out here either, all right? Just…

Papi, it's about me and my sister.
We could really--

-Hey.
-We need the help.

Hey, I'm not giving you my number.
All right?

[sniffling] Just take mine, okay?
Just take it.

Okay, I got it.

[car engine starts]

[Varney sighs]

Can you please call me?

n*gga, didn't I just tell you
I don't wanna f*cking pay for sex?

-Can you just leave me alone?
-I'm sorry.

-It's--
-sh*t!

[voice breaking] I'm sorry.

All right, listen, I'm sorry.
I'm having a shitty day.

Yeah, tell me about it.

All right, well, good night.

I hope it gets better when you call me.

-Just have a good night.
-Hey, what the f*ck you doing?

Get yo a*s back in the club.
You don't speak f*cking English?

Hey, did y'all get his car?

You pull that sh*t like you did my boys,

n*gga, I will blow
your f*cking brains out.

Get his car. What the f*ck?

Come on, $40, n*gga. That's plus tip.

-Hey, chill out.
-Why the f*ck you looking at me like that?

I got it. Go back in the club.

-About to get his a*s.
-I got it, man.

Mr. Varney, I'm Officer Trackson.

-What's his name?
-It's Andy, sir.

Andy what?

Andy Mendelsohn. Why? Something wrong?

No.

I know Mrs. Bellarie rode with you.
Uh, where is she?

-She wanted me to wait for her.
-Don't worry, I got it.

I'll go get her.

-You do that.
-All right, I will.

-[Roy moaning]
-[moaning] Yeah.

[grunting]

Damn, what the f*ck you doing back here?

[Roy groans]

[panting] What you want, man?

sh*t, I got a call back here
for somebody else,

and you back here f*cking this b*tch?

I don't give a f*ck. Go on with that sh*t.

sh*t, no, n*gga.

-Move, b*tch.
-Ah! What the f*ck? [yelps]

[club music playing]

♪ Got 'em starin' in my McLaren
I'm gonna make the sh*t go vroom ♪

♪ I get all I want
'Cause I'm the richest in the room ♪

♪ Boom, you can't stress me out… ♪

n*gga, that's my f*cking d*ck.

You're a crazy m*therf*cker,
you know that?

Come here.

[Felicia and Roy moaning]

-[Felicia moaning] Give me that sh*t.
-[Roy] f*cking b*tch.

[Roy grunting]

[Felicia] Oh, Daddy.

-[Felicia and Mallory grunting]
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-[Felicia] Stop! Stop! Stop!
-sh*t!

[Felicia] Please! No!

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪
-♪ In the air ♪

♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪
-♪ Ay! ♪

-♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I ain't making no messes, b*tch
I make the news ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ All my exes in Texas
Like a Western movie ♪

♪ Day time I laid the b*tch
And got a smoothie ♪

♪ No FaceTime can't show no face
That's how I movin' ♪

♪ b*tch, I'ma say holy no Latter-day
Badder-day ♪

♪ On the 101 like Zoey
And I'm on the chase, ay ♪

-♪ Sweat, sweat ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Wanna see you sweat
Like you crackin' sex ♪

♪ Sweat, okay bet ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Wanna see you sweat when we drop it down
And that earth shake ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪
-♪ In the air ♪

-♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪
-♪ Ay! ♪

♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪
-♪ In the air ♪

-♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪
-♪ Ay! ♪

♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪

-♪ Lemme take you on a trip to Ibiza ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yo this b*tch
I'll do anything to please her, ha ♪

♪ And she knows if I want it
I don't need her ♪

♪ What ♪

-♪ Say it ain't so like I'm Weezer ♪
-♪ Ay ♪

♪ I just wanna smoke
'Til my bro grab a squeezer ♪

♪ And my neck ice cold out the freezer ♪

♪ Sweat, sweat ♪

♪ Wanna see ou sweat
Like you crackin' sex ♪

♪ Sweat, okay bet ♪

♪ Wanna see you sweat when we drop it down
And that earth shake ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪
-♪ In the air ♪

-♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪
-♪ Ay! ♪

♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Hands in the air if you real ♪
-♪ In the air ♪

-♪ Scream if you like dollar bills ♪
-♪ Ay! ♪

♪ Pop off, you can tell me how you feel ♪

-♪ Drop to the floor, it's a drill ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

[music fades]