02x11 - Fed Up

[bunniefuu]

-[Evan] You're a lawyer, right?
-[Varney] So what if I am?

I kind of need some legal help.

[Olivia] $250,000.

Mama, can't you cover it?

You mean you want me to fix yo sh*t
and pay for it too?

I already talked to Kimmie about it.

-I want the club.
-You gotta go through Giovanni.

-What do you wanna do about the club?
-I don't want that.

Well, you should sell it to me.

[Felicia] Kimmie got hooked up
with what we call a whale.

Is this the guy?

Yeah, that's him.

[Mallory] That's my husband.

-[both grunting]
-[Roy] Whoa, whoa, whoa! sh*t!

[Mallory] You got me f*cked up, b*tch!

[Felicia whimpering]

-No, get the f*ck--
-What the f*ck do you think this is?

[Roy] f*ck.

Yo, yo, yo! Hey, hey, hey!

Chill! Chill!

[grunting]

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

-[Mallory] No, no!
-Chill! Hey, chill!

-Stop it, stop it!
-What the f*ck do you think this is?

-Get off me, Roy! sh*t!
-Stop it, stop it!

-Mallory, stop it! Chill! Chill!
-b*tch, let me go!

-[Mallory] Let me go!
-b*tch scratched me and sh*t!

-Chill! Chill the f*ck out!
-The f*ck?

-Nah, that's my d*ck, b*tch!
-Mallory, chill! Chill!

-b*tch, I ain't talk-- Shut the f*ck up!
-Relax! Chill!

-Y'all gotta get the hell out of here.
-Shut the f*ck up.

-Who the hell you think you talking to?
-Everything good? Everything okay?

-This m*therf*cker, man.
-Mr. Bellarie, you good?

-Let her go. Please, let her go.
-Get that n*gga right there, n*gga!

Go in the club, Jimmy.
I got this. Just go in the club.

[Mallory] What you looking at?

Everybody go back to what the f*ck
y'all was doing. Go back.

I won't let go until you calm down.

-Will you calm down?!
-She scratched me!

Felicia, go to the club.

Bye, Felicia! Go to the club, b*tch!

-Let me go.
-[Roy] Chill the hell out.

-Chill!
-She scratched me up!

-Let me go.
-Let it go. Go in the club.

-f*ck that b*tch!
-[Roy] Chill.

-Chill! Hey!
-f*ck you, b*tch!

-I said stop. I said stop.
-Hey, f*ck you!

-Listen, listen, go in the club.
-f*ck you.

[Roy] She ain't going nowhere.

-[Trackson] No, no. Stop.
-She with me.

-Let me go!
-No, don't do that.

-Let me go, b*tch!
-Mr. Bellarie, this your wife.

-We ain't done.
-You serious?

-We ain't done.
-I'm dead serious.

What the-- I wish you would, b*tch!

-I wish you would!
-We ain't done.

-[Trackson] No, stop.
-We ain't done.

What the f*ck is this?

-Oh, look.
-We ain't done.

[Mallory] What the f*ck is this?
Look at this sh*t.

-Yo, Jules told me to drive you.
-Oh, I'm good. I'm good.

-Yeah.
-I'm just here to drive you.

-f*ck, let me-- I'm good.
-You gonna hurt yourself.

-I'm good. Put me the f*ck down.
-Okay, okay.

-I'm good.
-Okay.

[rap music playing]

I did not know you were here.

Yeah. He with me now, b*tch.

♪ No way you can afford this clock ♪

♪ Seeing blue flaces like Chrisean Rock… ♪

Okay, Roy.

Y'all have a good time.

-I'm a classy b*tch.
-Mm-hmm.

b*tch, I'mma f*ck yo a*s up!
You got me f*cked up, b*tch!

-You gonna hurt yourself!
-Got me f*cked up!

I ain't hurting nobody but her b*tch a*s!

-[Trackson] Stop.
-Let her go, please.

[Mallory] I'll see your a*s.

♪ Her waist couldn't be smaller ♪

♪ I just wanna be a baller ♪

♪ Stack my money up taller ♪

♪ Pull up the Porsche to the malla ♪

♪ Her waist couldn't be smaller, yeah ♪

♪ They just wanna get in ya way way ♪

♪ That's the problem, it's like mayday ♪

♪ Attitude stank like Sheneneh ♪

♪ I'ma wave bye to her
Like the nay-nay, yeah ♪

♪ She want me to call her ♪

♪ Ain't gonna lie ♪

[club music blasting]

f*ck. Where is she?

I'll be right back. Watch the car.

Hey, papacito.

-Hey, hey.
-Back so soon?

Have you seen the lady that I was with?

Yeah, she's acting all crazy back there.
She's trying to get out, I think.

What?

Papi, I don't know.
I think her husband is here or something.

Where? Where?

[sighs] I really don't care.

Show me where.

Papi, I'm not allowed back there.

-I cannot just be where--
-f*ck that. Where is she?

I'm gonna get in so much trouble.

If you don't tell me--

-Yeah, let's go.
-Come on. Then show me where she is.

-f*ck.
-How about dinner later? At the diner?

Open the door, m*therf*cker.

I got it. I got it. I got it.

[club music continues]

f*ck!

sh*t. What's wrong
with the f*cking seat belt?

Why is this so far back?

Let's go.

[club music playing indistinctly]

[pensive music playing]

Nice piece of p*ssy, huh?

-Yo, come here.
-[gasps]

Come here.

Hey, chill the f*ck out.

Lay here. Lay here. Lay here.

I haven't got my fix in
all f*cking night. You know that?

So much crazy sh*t be happening.
I don't understand it.

Know what I'm sayin'?

I don't know why I'm talkin' to you.
Don't even know your damn name.

This sh*t is crazy.

But I do need some m*therf*cking
white girl right now.

-I do need some of this sh*t. [snorting]
-[grunting]

Hey, stay there. Stay there.

[stripper grunts]

[Roy groans]

Um… there we go.

[chuckles]

[groans, sniffs]

[sniffs]

Where's Felicia, n*gga?

[Trackson] Felicia, Felicia.

Man, uh-uh.

-He wants you. You gotta go.
-sh*t, that b*tch crazy.

I know, but for right now,
we gotta go back to the VIP, okay?

Wait, is she gone?

Do you know who she is?
Like, that's his wife. Right?

But sh*t, she came at me.

I ain't do nothin'.

I understand that,
but we have to go see him.

Mm-mm. That b*tch
scratched me all up and sh*t.

I'm… I'm sorry. You… You look good.
Just come see him. Come on. Come on.

[club music playing]

[hip-hop music playing]

♪ In the air, west coast bound ♪

♪ Be too loud
Can you hear me now ♪

♪ Yeah, from the north to the south side ♪

♪ Go wild, the b*tch tellin' me not now ♪

♪ She's mad at me
Oh wow, oh wow ♪

♪ I'm at the top ain't looking down… ♪

[phone rings]

Hello?

-Yo.
-[Yolanda] What's up?

I'm at the club, and Angel is here.

-So? I don't care.
-No.

This n*gga is spending crazy money.

-What?
-Yeah.

[Yolanda] He goin' to jail.

Credit card is in his name.

What… What are you talking about?

He said he came up.

[Yolanda] I don't care.

That sh*t gonna catch up to him.

I just thought you should know.

I really don't care.

-He needs to be giving you rent money.
-Why are you calling me?

'Cause, girl,

these bottles he buying
are like thousands of dollars.

For real?

And he's buyin' like nine.

-[Yolanda] Nine?
-[patrons cheering]

[friend] Girl, look at his page.

[tense music playing]

[Angel] How we doing, man? Yeah.

Okay? Yeah, yeah. Hey, hey, hey.

[club music playing]

I'm strugglin',
and this n*gga blowin' money.

What you want me to do?

[sighs] I'm on my way.

Period.

Motherfuckin' Angel.

[ventilator beeping]

[door opens]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[door closes]

They told me you'd be here.

I knew you'd find out.

What happened to your boy?

He fell.

At Horace's place?

It's what I'm being told.

Do you believe that sh*t?

I'm not really sure
what to believe anymore.

Do you think that b*tch
had anything to do with it?

I don't know.

But I will find out.

How's he doing?

Not good.

Man, this is like déjà vu,

with my wife in the bed.

Yeah…

I know.

Yeah.

Is he gonna be okay?

I don't really think you came
all the way down here to check on him.

No, I did. I did.

And?

What else?

And I also wanted
to ask you about Mallory.

Trackson texted me.

Whole lot of sh*t going on.

What?

Here, read it.

-What?
-Mm-hmm.

Wait, so Mallory goes to the club
and Roy shows up.

A whole lot of sh*t goin' on,

and I don't got time
to deal with it right now, Norman.

No, no, no, no.
[spluttering] I… I understand that.

Why are you not asleep?

When does the devil ever sleep?

Is that it?

Yeah. Yeah, I…

I hope your boy gets better.

Thank you.

[door closes]

[sighs loudly]

f*ck.

Oh God.

Oh, I got to get this--

[dramatic music playing]

sh*t.

Come sit down.

[tense music playing]

I told him I was gonna get the money.

You were supposed to have it today.

I know.

-I know, but… [hesitates]
-Ah.

You know he doesn't like
all these excuses.

[Olivia] So…

So, what, are you here to k*ll me?

He wants his money.

I told you I would get it.

You've been saying that
for quite some time.

Well…

What… What is all of this sh*t?

Don't get smart.

I'm sorry.

I'm trying to help you.

I vouched for you.

I know. I'm… I'm sorry.

And you treatin' me all mean and sh*t?

I'm sorry.

You let me know
what part you want to give me.

[Olivia] Listen,

I'm gonna have the money by Friday.

Okay? I… I… I promise.

I think I'd like your left leg.

No, come on. I'm--

I'm not into begging.

I have to tell him
that you gave up something.

May I have the case, please?

[Olivia crying] No! What are you gonna do?

Wait, wait! Wait a minute, please!

No!

I'mma get your money!

Oh, God!

Please, wait a minute!

Please! You know me!

Please, I'mma get-- No!

No, stop!

No!

No! No!

[screaming]

If we don't have the money by Friday,

I'm going to work my way up.

No! Oh, God! I will have it!

-Do you understand me?
-Yes! Yes!

[sobbing] I will have your money!

Oh God!

[sobbing hysterically]

[sobbing] Oh! Oh!

Yeah!

[club music playing]

[Rain] Angel!

Angel! Get your a*s down!
What are you doin'?

[Angel] What?

-Come on, I'm ready to go.
-Why?

Giovanni is passed out.
He not tryna talk business.

f*ck that n*gga.
I'll get him to come to the house.

Angel, you doin' too much.

You standin' on the bar, posting and sh*t.

sh*t, don't nobody know me.
Who gives a f*ck?

I'm telling you to stop.

This the sh*t we've been waitin' for.
I ain't stoppin' for nothing.

How much is this bill?

I don't give a f*ck.

Okay, come on. I'm tired. Let's go.

Then take yo a*s home.

I rode with you.

This is why I didn't wanna
bring yo dumb a*s,

over here buggin' and sh*t.

f*ck you.

Excuse me. Move!

Excuse me.

[sighs]

[cell phone buzzing]

Yeah?

Hey, it's Rain.

You okay?

No! Can you come get me?

[Alex] Yeah, where you at?

At this ratchet-a*s club with Angel.

I just sent you the address.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

All right. How… how long?

About 30 minutes.

Okay.

[club music playing]

[Angel] Yeah!

[patrons cheering]

Yo, stupid, I hope you fall.

Yeah!

[music stops]

[Mallory weeping]

You all right?

[Mallory sniffling]

[morose music playing]

He was in the back with his b*tch.

-That's why you waited all this time, huh?
-Yeah.

-Mallory…
-I'm not dealing with this sh*t.

-You shouldn't.
-I'm not dealing with this sh*t.

I gave him everything.

I gave his a*s every f*cking thing.

I know.

Roy's a f*cking-- He's an as*h*le.

Is there anything I can do?

I'm sorry.

Don't feel sorry for me.

Don't f*cking feel sorry for me! sh*t!

It's okay.

You need to feel sorry for Roy.

To hell with Roy.
I can't feel sorry for Roy.

You will.

-f*ck. What are you gonna do?
-You will.

What are you gonna do for you?

[breathing heavily]

I'mma be a woman.

I know you don't wanna hear this,
but he came to see me.

About what?

He wants me to delay the will

for Rain, Sylvie, and Angel.

Why?

I guess he wants to harm them
or something. I'm not sure.

And what did you do?

I delayed it.

He was gonna tell your father-in-law

about me and Charles.

So I just delayed it.

He can't harm those girls.

I know.

If that will is in place,
we'll lose all our shares.

[sighs] So you can't delay it.

I know. I…

I was only gonna delay it
for a day, just to appease him.

-Listen, I'll--
-Stupid m*therf*cker.

I'll make sure it's in place.

He's just stupid.

Stupid m*therf*cker.

He is, definitely.

Stupid.

[shudders] He's so f*cking stupid.

[scoffs] Did you ever love him?

Really?

[sighs] It's hard to love a powerless man.

He's so weak…

and stupid and easily manipulated.

So no, I didn't.

I didn't love him.

I married him for my survival.

You better be damn sure
if I'm going through all this sh*t…

I'm gonna survive.

But I don't know if he will.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hey. How is everything?

[ventilator beeping]

Not good.

[tense music playing]

Jules?

You wanna tell me what happened to my son?

What are you talking about?

My son.

What happened to him?

Um, I have no idea.

[splutters] What are you talking about?
What happened to your son?

[Jules] You know, I find it funny.

You was just threatening my family.

[Kimmie] Jules,

I didn't even know
that you had a son until earlier today.

You didn't know he worked out there?

No.

I didn't.

Alex said you did.

Well, Alex lied.

Alex said you was by the barn

when he arrived, and he had fallen.

Alex didn't say that.

Yes, he did.

Well, like I said, he lied.

I got camera footage.

[Kimmie] Good.

Then run that sh*t back
as many times as you can

and you'll see I wasn't there.

You don't even wanna ask how he's doing?

Why should I care about your son, Jules?

That n*gga is part of your DNA.

He's got brain swelling.

He's not doing good.

[Kimmie] Oh, okay.

What do you want me
to do about it, Jules? I'm not a doctor.

What do you want, a lollipop? Like…

No sympathy for the innocent.

[chuckling]

Sympathy?

You don't have sympathy for sh*t.

You were running drugs, and I saved you.

You saved me?

I saved you, b*tch!

I'm not gonna be too many more b*tches.

You gonna be as many b*tches
as I wanna to call you.

Get off this f*cking phone.

If he dies,

there'll be no place for you to hide.

[Kimmie] I won't be tryin' to hide,

'cause you can't touch me.

No.

No, but I could touch the ones you love,

and make you go on
living your life without them.

Well, then, let's go, n*gga.

Let's f*cking go.

[dramatic sting]

-[Felicia moaning]
-[Roy grunting]

f*ck.

[Roy breathing heavily]

-[Felicia] Oh.
-[Roy sighs]

Damn, Daddy.

[Felicia moans]

You know you mine, right?

[giggles] Sure is.

Come with me.

-Wait, what? I need to go get my st--
-Shh, shh, shh.

-Get in the back.
-Wait!

-[shrieks]
-There you go, just like that.

[groans]

Wait, wait, wait.
I can't get in the front?

Come on.

-Come on.
-The f*ck?

Treat a h* with some class.

Get yo a*s in the car.

[pensive music playing]

[engine starts]

-Hey, sir, where you going?
-[Roy] She's coming with me.

-Sir, but I can't--
-What the f*ck did I just say?

-So you want me to--
-Open the gate, n*gga.

-Open it, n*gga, come on.
-Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

[tires screeching]

[music fades]

Sylvie?

Syl--

[sighs]

[line ringing]

♪ We came to chill and relax
Put your drinks up ♪

♪ Let's have a toast to life
Pour another one ♪

♪ Call up your friends… ♪

Hello?

-Rain?
-[Rain] Hey, hold on.

♪ Might want to capture this
Get you a close-up… ♪

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Where y'all at?

At this shitty-a*s club with Angel.
I'm ready to go.

You not headed here?

No.

He don't wanna leave.

That sound about right.

This n*gga's tripping.
Poppin' bottles and sh*t.

I had to call Alex to come get me.

How you feel about him?

I mean, not much,

besides he just did something
to prove his loyalty.

How he do that?

I can't really talk about it
on the phone right now.

[Kimmie] On a scale of one to ten,

how much do you trust him?

Maybe about a five.

That's not good enough.

Oh, after what he just did,
it might be closer to a seven.

Well, girl, tell me what he did.

[Rain] Why you keep askin'?

'Cause Jules said that he told him
that I was with his son.

Really?

Yeah, but I think he was just running game
'cause he said he saw some footage.

[Rain] Yeah, he definitely running game,

'cause if he saw footage,
he would know it was me.

[Kimmie] Exactly.

Yeah, so I don't believe that bullshit.

Well, when Alex comes
to get you, pick his brain.

You know I got you.

Yeah. Let me know.

Let me go tell Angel I'm about to leave
so I can get the hell out of here.

[Kimmie] All right.

I'll see you when I get there
if you still up.

Girl, I can't sleep in this house.

[Rain] Will you relax?

Not while my sister is here.

[Rain] All right,
I'll see you in a minute.

All right. [sighs]

-Bye.
-[Kimmie] Bye.

[somber music playing]

[bugs chirring]

You need me to come in?

No, I'm fine. [sighs]

Well, I'm sorry about
what's going on with you.

It's fine.

-Mallory…
-I heard you, Varney.

sh*t. [clears throat]

You know what it is, man.
We… We big ballin' in this b*tch, man.

[chuckling] We big ballin' in this b*tch.

My bad, bro. My fault, man.

You see what's going on, man?
I got bad b*tches with me, you feel me?

Yeah. f*ck any baby mama drama, man.
I'm in this b*tch.

Yeah, I'm buyin', baby. I'm buyin'.

[tense music playing]

[line ringing]

[James] Yes, sir.

James, cancel Angel's card right now.

-Now!
-[James] Yes, sir.

[line ringing]

Answer this f*ck' phone.

[Angel] Yo, leave a message at the beep.

You got five minutes
to get to that f*ck' house, Angel.

-Signore.
-What?

We got a notice from your body monitor.
Your blood pressure is spiking.

Are you okay?

No, I'm mad as hell.

Oh, sir, please, you have to calm down.

-Look, I'm not gonna calm down.
-This is not good for your treatment.

I said I'm not calming down.

-Sir--
-Look, get out.

Get… get the f*ck out!

I cannot do that, sir.
I'm going to have to insist.

Do you know who I am?

Do you want to live?!

Do you?

Then you will have to listen to me.

Sit… down.

Please, sir.

Not lie down, signore. Just sit down.

Okay.

Okay.

[exhales sharply]

[in Italian] Listen.

It is really important
that you take care of your health.

I know.

You don't need this stress.

[in English] No,
you are not taking my phone.

Well, then you must calm down.

[in Italian] Yes. I'll calm down.

High blood pressure
can damage the heart.

All right.

Okay, then.

Drink this.

-Ew.
-Drink it, sir.

[slurping]

[grunts quietly]

[coughing]

[sighs]

This will help you calm down.

Now breathe.

Bravo.

Breathe deeply.

[Horace exhales]

You see?

Yes. All right.

Rest now.

[sighs]

Thank you.

-[sighs]
-[door opens]

[door closes]

f*ck' Angel.

[club music blasting]

[Rain tsks]

I don't need you to do that.

Okay.

Did you talk to Jules?

Just what I told you.

Well, he called Kimmie.

And said what?

That you said it was her.

Now, you know that's a lie, right?

Yeah, I know.

Good. I'm glad you're starting
to trust me.

I ain't say all that.

Rain, come on.

You got a couple bodies on me.

I know.

I don't know how many different ways
I can tell you this. I'm down with y'all.

Well, Kimmie and Angel ain't sold yet.

Time will tell.

Yep, it will.

-So where is he?
-[tsks]

That n*gga in there ballin' like a fool.

That's wild, man.

He must have put, like, 50 grand
on that credit card today.

Damn. How could he do that?

Exactly.

And Mr. Bellarie's okay with this?

Alex, don't start.

I'll just stay in my lane.

Yeah, you should.

I'm hungry. What's open this late?

There's a spot people go to
after the club. It's called Fox G Lounge.

All right. Take me there.

You know you have a butler
that can make whatever you want.

[scoffs] I'm a hood b*tch.
I want some hood sh*t.

Some chicken wings, collards, somethin'.

[hip-hop music playing]

Now you can open the door, Japanigga.

[hip-hop music continues]

♪ Pop out with my ex n*gga
'Cause his bag right ♪

♪ Be outside all summer
Get your bag right ♪

♪ I wanna boss somebody's son
If their head right ♪

♪ No shorts
With my a*s and the thick thighs ♪

♪ Pop out with my ex n*gga
'Cause his bag right ♪

♪ Top dolla
Show b*tches how to live life ♪

♪ Certified bad b*tch
Turn heads in real life ♪

♪ Don Julio right beside her, no ice ♪

♪ Benji and Franklin, that's my type… ♪

-Hey.
-Where he at?

Still doin' the same sh*t.

Okay, well, let me go in.

-They gonna want you to pay.
-Don't you work here?

-Yeah.
-Okay, well, talk to 'em.

-Okay.
-Girl, handle this sh*t.

-Take me in.
-Oh. We gotta check you.

Girl, I ain't got nothing. Dang!

Okay. Come on.

-Dang.
-She good. She good.

[rap music playing]

Look, if you do something crazy,
I'm gonna lose my job.

I'm not gonna do nothing crazy.

-What, you sure?
-Nothing at all.

[grunts]

Yolanda.

You wouldn't have called me

if you thought
I was gonna do something crazy.

Where he at?

Excuse me. Move. Move.

Excuse me.

Angel!

Angel!

sh*t.

What are you doing in here?

-Do you know how much your bill is?
-How you know?

It's $39,000.

And you can't give me money
for rent and food, Angel?

-I'll call you later.
-You f*cking think so?

Yo, get the f*ck off me!

Okay, n*gga.

[patrons exclaiming]

You see? That's why I don't f*ck with you!

-f*ck you! Ain't no real man!
-Get that dumb-a*s b*tch out of here!

-I'm a b*tch now? Okay, n*gga!
-You a dumb-a*s b*tch!

-I got you! I got you, b*tch n*gga!
-f*ck out of here, h*-a*s b*tch!

You a broke-a*s n*gga!

You call this broke? You call this broke?

[music stops]

[doo-wop music playing]

♪ Lonely nights, lonely nights
Without you ♪

♪ Guess I'll always be lonely and blue… ♪

Damn, papi.

[chuckles]

What?

[exhales]

I knew you would come.

Yeah, well, I was hungry.

I got you. You can have this.

No, you go ahead.

I'll get my own.

What do you want?

Besides…

one night with you?

I told you I'm not paying for nothing.

[sighs]

Yeah, I know.

I actually…

need some advice.

What is it?

[exhales] Listen, I know I don't know you,

but I wanna retain you as my lawyer
so you can really help me.

Cool. I bill at 1400.

Aw, come on, papi. I'm a stripper.
You know I don't make that type of money.

An hour.

You're joking, right?

[sighs]

[sighs]

Okay.

I saw somewhere
that if I give you a dollar,

I can retain you as my lawyer,

and whatever I tell you
is gonna be confidential, so…

I don't know where the hell
you heard that from,

but now all you need is 1399 more

for the next 60…



-What is it?
-[sighs]

Papi, please. I'm asking for help.

What do you want?

Would you please take it?

Okay.

I'm retained. What is it?

[exhales] So…

it's my hermanita and I, we… we…

-We work at the club--
-Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on.

You gonna have to speak English,
first of all.

Slow down.

Start over.

Take your time.

Yeah. [exhales]

So me and my sister, we work at the club.

We're not from here, we are from Alabama.

And we got this random call

from a guy offering us, like, ten grand
for us to bring a package to Atlanta.

Did you say you was from Alabama?

That sound like
a whole lot of bullshit to me.

-We… We came from Mexico originally.
-Exactly.

Now that sounds like it.

Go ahead.

The thing is,
when… when we brought the… the package

and we got to Atlanta, we got arrested.

Arrested for what?

Drug trafficking.

How much?

I don't even know.

It… It was this spare tire
full of, like, kilos and kilos.

-It was… It was…
-[sighs]

It was crazy.

When was this?

Last year.

Listen, I'm not
a criminal attorney, all right?

Oh, come on, papi.

You have to know somebody
that can help us.

When was this again?

Last year.

And you're not in prison right now?

Well, that's the crazy part.

The judge let us go
with the condition of us

working at the club
with this guy named, um…

Jules.

[inquisitive music playing]

Go on.

Listen, papi, I… I really don't mind doing
whatever I have to do.

But I got my sister in this sh*t,
and she's scared because she saw…

Because she saw…

She saw one of the people get k*lled.

I'm… I'm trying to hide her, but…

they told me that
if I don't find her, then I'm dead.

I… I don't… I don't wanna die.

[splutters] I'll do whatever you need
me to do, but we really need your help.

And where's your sister?

I don't think I can tell you that.

Is she well hidden, at least?

As well as we can be.

This… This girl that used to work
at the club gave her some money,

so she's hiding out.

Who? What girl?

Her name is Rain.

Why would she do that?

Well,

she was there when…

when this guy k*lled these three people.

And where was this at?

It happened at the hotel
where they make us stay.

It's a You Can Stay… Stay Here motel.

[hesitates, sighs]
I really don't know what to do.

Just eat your food.

Let me…

Let me think about a few things, okay?

Okay.

And will you think about
taking me home with you?

That ain't gonna happen.

Come on, papi. I know you can help me.

Yeah, but I'm not taking advantage
of your situation, all right?

I kind of want you
to take advantage of me.

Just… Just think about it.

Eat your food, man, all right?

Spray the sh*t out of everybody in there.

And the kid I sent you the picture of,
don't hurt him.

Just scare the sh*t out of him

and hand him your phone.

-[in Italian] Sir, you have to rest.
-Yes, yes, I'm relaxed.

Okay.

[melancholy music playing]

[door closes]

[Roy humming]

-[Roy] You ready?
-[Felicia] Mm-hmm.

[Roy] Yeah. [chuckling]

[Roy groans]

[Roy sighs] Mm.

Damn.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Let me… Let me show you what's up.

I know. It's nice, huh?

Come on, come on. Let's go. sh*t.

[Roy sighs]

Mm. Come on.

sh*t.

Damn.

-This is really nice.
-[clicks tongue]

It's all right.
That b*tch decorated it. [scoffs]

Where's she at? You sure she ain't here?

Think I give a f*ck
where she at? [chuckling]

[Felicia] Well, I do. sh*t.

She can't be runnin' all up on me,
markin' up my body and sh*t.

Mm-mm. Not my body.

Hey, hey, hey, you worried about
the wrong things right now. You know that?

-Mm-mm. Look at all these scratches.
-I see, I see, I see.

But let me ask you somethin'.

-Hm?
-Take a look around.

I'm looking. sh*t.

You wanna live here?

-[tsks] n*gga, stop playin'.
-Do I look like I lie?

sh*t, I don't know.

Well, I don't.

sh*t, anythin' you want, you can have.

Now follow me.

I wanna show you some more sh*t
around the house. [chuckling]

[Felicia] sh*t, you ain't said nothin'.

[Roy] Wanna see some sh*t
that'll blow your mind?

-[Felicia] Mm-hmm.
-Look right. Mm-hmm.

-What is this? [gasps]
-Mm-hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh.

-This a closet?
-This is a damn closet.

Yes, it is. Uh-huh.

Damn, these clothes. [gasps]

What you like?

-This cheetah.
-Real nice.

See, you need to put that sh*t on.
I got it for you.

I got it for you. Hey, hey, hey.

[Felicia] I'mma put it on later, Daddy.

Let me earn it.

I like the sound of that. sh*t.

A'ight? [grunts]

Let me show you
to my second favorite spot.

-Bathroom. Mm-hmm.
-Okay.

-[chuckles]
-[gasps] This a bathroom?

[laughing] See, I decorated this sh*t.

-[Felicia] This is y'all bathtub?
-[Roy] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mm, Daddy, my p*ssy
would be squeaky clean in that tub.

Oh, I know you ain't never told a lie.
I know you tellin' the truth about that.

But let me show you my favorite spot.

[Felicia] Mm, what's that?

-[Roy] The bedroom. Come on.
-[Felicia] Damn.

This y'all bedroom?

[Roy] Mm-hmm.

[Felicia] sh*t.

And this could be mine?

It could be all yours.

Damn.

What I gotta do for it, Daddy?

That's the million-dollar question. Hm.

[Felicia] Mm.

You gotta do
exactly what I tell you to do.

[giggles] sh*t. You ain't said nothin'.

Dance for me.

Mm. Put some music on, then.

-You see that remote?
-Mm-hmm.

Hand it to me.

Close the door.

[sinister music playing]

Stupid b*tch.

♪ Huh! Shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ Shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ Shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ Shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ Big stepper, I got designer on my body ♪

♪ My n*gga got that drum
It's kickin' like karate ♪

♪ He buy me a foriegn
Tryna beam me up like Scottie ♪

♪ I be in the back
High as f*ck at every party ♪

♪ Just shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ Shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ When he see my a*s
He get hard as f*ck so easily ♪

♪ How they staying salty
When they always got the seasoning ♪

♪ He said that I got the cake
You trying to get a piece of me ♪

♪ Mm, stretch me out
Be trying to hit the yoga stu' ♪

♪ He said do I like him or his friend ♪

♪ I'm like "both of you" ♪

♪ If he end up f*cking me
Baby, there's no hope for you ♪

♪ I'mma swallow all his kids
Just like you supposed to do ♪

♪ Big stepper, I got designer on my body ♪

♪ My n*gga got that drum
It's kickin' like karate ♪

♪ He buy me a foreign
Tryna beam me up like Scottie ♪

♪ I be in the back
High as f*ck at every party ♪

♪ Just shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ Shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ Shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ Shakin' shakin' shakin' a*s ♪

♪ If you a baddie
Put your hands in the air… ♪

f*ck them. f*ck them.

f*ck them. You gonna learn today, b*tches.

Y'all gonna f*cking learn today.

[tires screeching]

♪ If I tell you that I'm on the way
Add another hour just in case ♪

♪ When I'm riding him
He let me wear his… ♪

[Mallory] Stupid b*tch!

You got this b*tch
in my f*cking clothes, you m*therf*cker!

♪ Where my peeps, my unity ♪

♪ He gonna eat, he new to me ♪

♪ I send him pics
But how rude is he ♪

♪ Big stepper, I got designer on my body ♪

♪ My n*gga got that drum
It's kickin' like karate ♪

♪ He buy me a foreign
Tryna beam me up like Scottie ♪

♪ I be in the back
High as f*ck at every party ♪

[tires screeching]

[somber music playing]

You think I'm the one, m*therf*cker?

You gonna see today, b*tch!

[fire alarms beeping]

[fire rumbling]

[muttering] b*tch.

-Who the f*ck you think you are, Roy?
-[Felicia screaming]

Why you screamin', b*tch?

Why you screamin' now, b*tch?

-[Felicia wailing]
-Huh? You got me f*cked up.

[door handle rattling]

-f*ck you.
-[Felicia screaming]

And your b*tch, f*ck her.

Bring a b*tch in my clothes!

[door handle rattling]

Couture's never been on anybody
as ragged as your f*cking a*s, b*tch!

-[Felicia screaming]
-Dance in the fire, b*tch!

You wanna dance with the devil?

I'm the devil, b*tch!

["Automatic" by Ant Cosmos playing]

♪ How you express your love ♪

♪ When you ain't got it
You know I got it ♪

♪ It's automatic, it's automatic ♪

♪ Huh ♪

♪ When your endorphins
Meet my endorphins ♪

♪ It's so dramatic, it's so dramatic ♪

♪ I met a liar they were lost ♪

♪ I set a fire not a frost ♪

♪ I burned the bridge they came across ♪

♪ I took our world and turned it off ♪

♪ She wanted to take my breath away ♪

♪ She was a hit of novocaine ♪

♪ You know what they say
No pain, no gain ♪

♪ I'll do what you say
In my game no shame ♪

♪ I don't wanna talk about it, no ♪

♪ I'll do what you say
In my game, no shame ♪

♪ I don't wanna talk about it no ♪

♪ I'll do what you say
In my game, no shame ♪

♪ I'm done dealing with Pinocchios ♪

♪ I'll do what you say
In my game, no shame ♪

♪ Or would you rather put on a show, oh ♪

♪ When you ain't got it
You know I got it ♪

♪ It's automatic, it's automatic ♪

♪ Huh ♪

♪ When your endorphins
Meet my endorphins ♪

♪ It's so dramatic, it's so dramatic ♪

♪ I feel inspired, I taste your desires ♪

♪ In your voice when you speak to me ♪

♪ It's like I have no choice ♪

♪ She wanted to take my breath away ♪

♪ She was a hit of novocaine ♪

♪ You know what they say
But it's pain in this game ♪

♪ I'll do what you say
In my game, no shame ♪

♪ I don't wanna talk about it, no ♪

♪ I'll do what you say
In my game, no shame ♪

♪ I don't wanna talk about it, no ♪

♪ I'll do what you say
In my game, no shame ♪

♪ I'm done dealing with Pinocchios ♪

♪ I'll do what you say
In my game, no shame ♪

♪ Or would you rather put on a show, oh ♪

♪ When you ain't got it
You know I got it ♪

♪ It's automatic, it's automatic ♪

♪ Huh ♪

[music stops]