[Uncle Clifford] Y'all best sit y'all asses down.
It's time forP-Valley.
They say if we don't pay up in 30 days,
they gone have our asses kissin' the asphalt.
[Patrice] Can't believe I even let you
hide your booty money in the church building fund.
You sho'll wun't complainin'
when I put that booty money in y'all account
so y'all could apply for that loan.
The new home of the Chucalissa Challengers.
-[all screaming] -I put that money down
for my new church building.
-This gone be my gym. -[Patrice] No.
This gone be my church.
[screams] Fuck you, bitch!
[Andre] Hello...
[Britney] Andre, where are you?
I'm at your place.
I'm at the bar, uh, w-watching a game.
Well, I'll just come down--
No, no, no. No, stay there.
I'll be right up...dear.
I shot you.
Not well enough. Where my money, Hailey?
Fuck you, motherfucker!
[both gasping]
[gunshots]
[Corbin] Why are you out here
protesting the casino, Clifford?
[Uncle Clifford] To help save my club.
Yo' club being saved wun't a part of the plan.
This casino might go away
without your waterfront property.
I say we make the man an offer he can't refuse.
[Bill] Aw, there's no point in making an offer
if he's about to go on the auction block.
[Autumn] 250,000.
Do I hear 260? I've got 250 going once.
Sold for $250,000 to the lady in white.
This here a carnelian, one of them healin' crystals.
This one 'sposed to give you courage.
I'on need not a na'an 'nother faking,
floggin'-ass gangsta on my roster.
I'm looking for dat authenticity.
Well, I'ma Hurt Village Hustla for life.
I can connect you with the dopest producers.
DJ Neva Scared my producer.
[Uncle Clifford] Now you know good and goddamn well
that me and you ain't meant for the outside.
So that's how it's always gone be--
we just gone suck and fuck in the dark?
What y'all ballers doin'?
We 'bout that bidness right now.
Niggah, fuck you!
I was just flexing. It's habit.
You know where the do' is.
[Derrick] What the fuck was that shit about?
Just the guy who said he wants to be
Lil' Murda's manager said he could manage me too.
Does he wanna be your manager or your fucking pimp?
Why you was just yoking up Keyshawn like that just then?
Diamond, that ain't none of your business.
Putting yo' paws on these girls is my bidness.
I don't know why Keyshawn deal with these gutter niggers.
[tense music playing]
♪ ♪
[Keyshawn] Get off him!
[children yelling]
[indistinct adult shouting]
[overlapping shouting]
[party horn blowing]
[mother] Sit yo' ass down somewhere!
No!
-Put that down! -[horns honking]
-[overlapping chatter] -[mother] Put that away!
-[vomits] -[mother] Come on!
[mother] Why don't you go to the bathroom?
[children's commotion continues]
Hey, I'm finna go to the 7-Eleven.
-[mother] Wha-- -[shouting, chatter]
[crickets chirping]
[distant dog barking]
[pensive music playing]
♪ ♪
[engine turns]
[Steve Harvey] We not askin' you
to shoot them like you shoot us.
We askin' younot to shoot us
like youdon't shoot them.
We saw it yesterday.
-That's a-- -[click]
♪ ♪
[edgy strings]
♪ ♪
[Lil' Bad Cuzzin] Hiiii!!
[Lil' Bad Cuzzin] Heyyyyy!
Pshh...
Ha.
[Lil' Bad Cuzzin] Yaaasss!
Pshh.
[funky bass chords]
♪ ♪
Make this car feel like a Mercedes.
You dancin' tonight?
You don't wanna see her dance.
[Autumn] Need a receipt?
Naw, uh-uh. I'on need no evidence.
[Big L] Smart man.
You can pull on up.
And make sure you roll up your windows.
You don't wanna get wet.
-[chuckles] -[engine turns over]
Damn. Mmm.
[Jucee Froot's "Distance remix [feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]" playing]
[playful hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
[A Boogie wit da Hoodie] ♪ Look, I might be ♪
♪ No good for you, girl, trust me ♪
♪ Love me from a distance, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I can see me and you in a penthouse right now ♪
♪ Fucking when we kissing ♪
♪ I don't even trust myself, how can you trust me? ♪
♪ Love me from a distance, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
[dramatic musical sting]
♪ ♪
Aww, heyell, naw.
[Uncle Clifford, through mic] Mm-mm.
Don't run from it. Ha.
I'ma need you to come deep inside.
But don't hit them walls, nanh.
Ooh! At least not yet.
Keep your hands on the wheel!
'Cause Uncle Clifford's girls finna take you
down to the valley, chile...
-[chuckles] -[male voice] ♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! ♪
[A Boogie wit da Hoodie] ♪ I might be no good ♪
♪ For you, girl, trust me ♪
♪ Love me from a distance, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I can see me and you in a penthouse right now ♪
♪ Fucking when we kissing ♪
♪ I don't even trust myself, how can you trust me? ♪
♪ Love me from a distance, yeah, yeah ♪
[Jucee Froot] ♪ Two wrongs don't make it right ♪
♪ But it's one night ♪
♪ Boy, you know you get it on sight ♪
♪ My distant lover ♪
♪ Know we gotta fuck with no rubber ♪
♪ We don't need the covers ♪
♪ Know it get wetter than a puddle ♪
♪ I give you 50 feet but tell me, do you need more? ♪
♪ Remember when we fucked Keisha with the deep throat ♪
♪ TLC, so baby get your creep on ♪
♪ She a freak, but, baby, we ain't equal ♪
♪ I don't see nothing wrong with a bump and grind ♪
♪ I just wanna bust it with you on the Facetime ♪
♪ Lickin' on the screen, I know what it taste like ♪
♪ Turn you to a fiend, I just wanna take flight ♪
♪ I want all of you or none of you ♪
♪ All of you or none of you ♪
♪ When you coming through, I'm coming too ♪
♪ Boy, I'm missing you, that's all I do ♪
[A Boogie wit da Hoodie] ♪ I might be no good ♪
♪ For you, girl, trust me ♪
♪ Love me from a distance, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
[Jucee Froot] ♪ Wanna see this ass, throw some cash ♪
♪ Got the type of body make you bust behind the glass ♪
♪ Quarantine pussy on ya face no mask ♪
♪ Bring your black card to the pink for a pass ♪
♪ You can come see it HD, 3-D ♪
♪ Niggah know that I'm a big freak, big tease ♪
♪ Till you throw it like a teepee ♪
♪ Trick or treat, made a niggah go skeet skeet ♪
♪ Make the seat go squeak squeak ♪
♪ Put it in cruise control ♪
♪ Show you what I do if you was the pole ♪
♪ Climb it fast and I'ma drop on it slow ♪
♪ Tighter than a child lock on the door ♪
♪ Got a fat ass with some pretty titties ♪
♪ It look even better up in that Bentley ♪
♪ Pussy litty, got yo windows looking tinted ♪
♪ No kizzy I bring out the city ♪
♪ That ass be coming like Jiffy, uh ♪
♪ Whip the Rari while he play with that pussy ♪
♪ Got his hand up in the jar like he takin' the cookie ♪
♪ Got some real expensive nookie ♪
♪ He gone pay me in Gucci ♪
♪ Why your love so far away, got me feelin' like Boosie ♪
♪ He be asking for the cutie with the big ol' booty ♪
♪ Named Jucee but I fucked the boy like my name Judy ♪
♪ You can see it, but don't touch it ♪
♪ Got 'em dripping and drooling ♪
♪ One hundred falling scrub the ground ♪
♪ Like the floor got cooties ♪
[A Boogie wit da Hoodie] ♪ I might be no good ♪
♪ For you girl, trust me ♪
♪ Love me from a distance, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I can see me and you in a penthouse right now ♪
♪ Fucking when we kissing ♪
♪ I don't even trust myself, how can you trust me? ♪
♪ Love me from a distance, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Love me from a distance ♪
-♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ -[tap tap]
[Uncle Clifford chuckling]
Mm-hmm.
Here's some weed wings on the house.
[Julian] Thanks.
And some wipes for that dashboard righ' thur.
♪ ♪
[Clifford] Mmm. [chuckling]
[sighs]
[tense music plays]
[Jucee Froot] ♪ Down in the valley ♪
♪ Where the girls get naked ♪
♪ If you throwin' bands ♪
♪ Then you know she gon' shake it ♪
♪ One, two, break 'em ♪
♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪
♪ These niggahs grind hard ♪
♪ But these bitches grind harder ♪
♪ Climbing up the pole
♪ Just to get out the bottom ♪
♪ The crowd below ♪
♪ Stay ready for the show ♪
♪ The pimps, the dough ♪
♪ Don't let it take yo' soul ♪
♪ We make fallin' on the sky look easy ♪
♪ Look at my bitches ♪
♪ Gangsta walking on the ceiling ♪
♪ Green on the flo' ♪
♪ Money talk can you hear me? ♪
♪ The world is so addicting ♪
♪ But dreams is expensive keep spending ♪
♪ Work hard for the top can't fall now ♪
♪ But whatever goes up must fall down ♪
♪ What you do when the power out? ♪
♪ Kids hungry, can't do none but scream and shout ♪
♪ We all choose to live but it's different routes ♪
♪ Take the shit with shine gotta make it count ♪
♪ When you live and die by the paper route ♪
♪ You spend a dime just to make it out, yeah ♪
[Jucee Froot] ♪ Down in the valley ♪
♪ Where the girls get naked ♪
♪ If you throwin' bands ♪
♪ Then you know she gon' shake it ♪
♪ One, two, break 'em ♪
♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪
[Shae Marie's "IDFWYB" playing] ♪ I'on fuck with you bitches ♪
♪ You bitches stay in ya' feelings ♪
♪ You say you chasin' a bag ♪
♪ But you just broke and pretendin' ♪
♪ Shoulda known you was fake ♪
♪ 'Cause you don't clap when I win ♪
♪ Now you tryna compete ♪
♪ But you a low-key fan ♪
♪ Not you gettin' salty, cause bitch, I thought you was bland♪
[Autumn] How is it?
It's fine.
It's been, like, five months now.
I'ma make you a doctor's appoint--
I said it's fine.
[both sigh]
[muffled music continues in background]
[Uncle Clifford] Autumn! Mercedes!
Where y'all heaux at? We got one mo'-oooh!
-Places, bitches, places! -[Autumn] Come on. Last dance.
Shiiiiiiiiit...
[Shae Marie] ♪ Gotta get this paper, fuck these haters ♪
♪ They can't stop me now ♪
♪ I won't say yo' name, I know the game ♪
♪ You just want some fuckin' clout ♪
♪ All you bitches lame, I got good aim ♪
♪ So watch your fuckin' mouth ♪
♪ Shae Marie's the name, I can't be tamed ♪
♪ I'm from the fuckin' South ♪
♪ ♪
[Jupiter] Uncle Clifford, how you keep that baby quiet?
I can't keep her quiet fuh nuthin'!
Thass cuz Uncle Clifford
be putting bure in that baby's bottle.
Oh, niggah, I ain't puttin' no bure in this baby bottle.
I put whiskey.
This baby teethin' early, heyell.
[Autumn] Don't leave here tonight
without confirming your transfers now.
I don't need another rerun like last night.
Brazil and Toy?
-I'm good. -Got it.
[Autumn] Extra-Extra and Jupiter?
-[Extra-Extra] Yup, yup, yup. -[Jupiter] Confirmed.
You get yours?
You sho' you flipt me all my scrilla?
Uh, yeah.
Fuh real?
-Big L, you get yours? -I got it, bawse.
I'on even know why the heyell Big L
even gettin' a cut offa Pussyland.
He ain't even got no pussy!
I got them wangs.
Better respect my contribution.
Well, yo' contribution be burnt.
Now you know errythang in Pussyland
go to the same pot, and then we split it.
I'on see why fuh?
Niggahs steady stay cummmin' fuh the Mercedes Experience,
and yet a bitch be leavin' here with Lincolns.
Chile, you ain't hardly leavin' here with no Lincolns.
Autumn zip-zoop the same scrilla
to errybody at the end of the night.
-Should she be? -What does that mean?
I'm just sayin', mymilkshake
brings all the boys to the yard,
and what with all I been doing,
a bitch need to be gettin' paid mo' panini
than Toy non-poling ass.
Excurse me?
Uhhh, you and Toy basically be doin' the same thang.
[scoffs] Guuuh, what I do and what Toy do
ain't no kinda 'quivalent.
That's like comparin' a orange to a barracuda.
-I got yo' barracuda, bitch. -Bring it, bitch.
Ah-ah-ah-aht! Security! Security!
Big L, yo' ass stay slow as molasses!
Is y'all bitches on y'all cycle or something!?
Or it's the moon.
I'm just sayin', all y'all bets appreciate
what I been doin' these past five months,
cuz if it wun't for me, all y'all heaux
wouldna made nary a Tubman this whole pandemy.
-[Brazil] Girl! -Keep on and this booty
gone be gone.
So finally we get to see yo' last dance, huh?
[Uncle Clifford] Toy, sit your ass down.
[Toy] Naw. Niggah, she always messing with me.
[Uncle Clifford] Making fun of her!
Chile, don't start no shit, won't be no shit--
Come hure, y'all, look. [laughs]
What y'all lookin' at?
-[Big L] I'll be goddamned. -[Toy] Ooh!
Keyshawn on her glow-up like a bitch ain't never seen!
[all squealing]
[Brazil] From The Pynk to the Palace.
[Extra-Extra] Our girl Keyshawn is a video heauuux!
My, my, how thangs have changed.
[Jupiter] Ooh, and look at Lil' Murda.
[Extra-Extra] Oh! He quarantine thick, ain't he?
-[women chattering, laughing] -Periodt!
-Iced out--okay. -[Toy] Mmm!
Unh-uh! Unh-uh! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aht!
Keyshawn shadow shan't never cross my front do'.
I don't want not na'an 'nother night
like Murda Night in my life.
See, she forgot Uncle Clifford Rule number 45.22:
"Leave your babydaddy drama at home,
especially if his ass white."
Jupiter, I hope you ain't got no babydaddy drama
we gone have to deal with.
I'on even know who he is, so we good.
[laughter]
[Big L murmurs]
-[door closes] -What now?
Got denied the relief loan again.
Talkin' 'bout we non-essential.
How is we non-essential?
Do they know how many niggahs
runnin' 'round here with blue balls?
-How much is left? -From what?
[Autumn] From what I gave you. How much is left?
25K.
25-fucking-K?
How many Birkins did you buy, heiffa?
Who you callin' heiffa, heiffa?
I put 250 stacks down at the auction.
55 went to paying off that fucking predatory loan
you went and got.
That left 195K, which I gave all to you.
Do you know how much it cost
to keep these bitches afloat once everythang shut down?
I had to make sho' they was fed
so they didn't haveta give no head.
And how much was that these past five months?
Uh, ab-about what, uh, uh, 55K?
Okay, so how did all of that become 25K?!
Look, they wouldn't let us dance on the inside,
so I came up with Pussyland.
Then we had to beg, borrow, and steal PPE and shit.
Heyell, Maite had to go back home
after she almost burnt her damn eyebrows off
making jugs of homemade sanitizer outta tequila.
[Big L laughing]
And don't forget the Paradise Room.
Which, as you know,
had to undergo a complete renovation, partnah.
Ooh, I don't even know why I should be calling you that
since you just steady stay screamin' and hollerin'
'bout how youthe owner.
Quit it. I gave you 15% ownership.
Is that what gettin' rid of bodies
goin fuh nowadays?
I'm just askin'... for a friend.
I see why Mercedes want a bigger cut.
Heyell, I do too.
I'mthe one who makes sure she's taken care of.
I'mthe one who used her last dime
to give her the down payment for her gym.
Well, ain't no use in being
the richest bitch in the graveyard, Hailey.
'Sides, it's the least yo' yellahass could do.
You got one more time to call me
a mu'fucking yellah ass, I swear--
-[commotion] -Aw, heyell! What?
What is these heaux fighting about, now?
[Big L] Mm-mm.
Move!
[cheering, chattering]
What? The aliens done come?
-Huh? -The governor of Mississippi
has just announced that lockdown will end next week.
-[Uncle Clifford laughing] -The executive order allows...
It's a new day, bitches!
[all cheering]
Ooh, y'all ready fuh that Grand Re-Re-RE-opening! Hey!
[anchor] Despite restrictions being lifted,
the death toll continues to mount.
Tonight, beloved Mayor Tydell Ruffin died
at Chucalissa General of coronavirus complications.
He was the first Black mayor of Chucalissa.
City Council Chair Wayne Kyle
has been named as Interim Mayor
to oversee the city's re-reopening.
What do you think this means for all those big casino plans?
Chile, this casinah shit
might be Bernie... just like the mayor.
[groans]
[person on TV] The most recent data shows
that over the past few weeks prices have...
♪ ♪
[muffed announcer on car radio]
Fuck.
[line ringing]
[Andre] Aw, no, don't!
Here he comes... Here he comes!
[Britney] Just getting my milk.
-Oh, babe, hey. -[Britney] I'll be quick.
What are you--
How was work?
It was good.
You were supposed to stock
the basement kitchen fridge with my almond milk.
Ah, shit.
Sorry, babe. Day got away from me.
What have you been doing all day?
Look, I don't wanna possibly get you sick
by coming up here on the main.
I called you, like, three times.
In fact, a lot of people been calling you.
Hell, Eloise called you seven times, and... Who's Hailey?
"My condolence--"
Can't be.
Eloise, sorry I missed your call.
I just heard.
When?
I thought he was getting better.
Last night? Wow.
Okay. Um, yeah.
Of cour--of course, of course.
I can drive to Mississippi tomorrow.
No, no, no, you can't go. It's not safe.
-The wake'll be at F&G? -No, Andre.
-What about the funeral? -You are not--
Andre, NO! No!
Eloi--Eloise, let me call you back.
Britney--babe--
[Britney] You really wanna know how my day was?
I lost seven patients today!
That's why I said "good."
Because the day before it was 12.
Baby, baby.
I just--
[sobs]
I know you think I'm overly cautious.
OCD, maybe, I--
I just--I don't--I don't wish this on my worst enemy.
[Andre] Babe, I'll take all the necessary precautions.
Fact, I won't even go to the funeral,
but I must--I must-- pay my respects.
Go.
But, get to the wake early, not late.
You know how niggahs are.
[door creaks open, slams shut]
[trap music plays]
♪ ♪
[Patrice] We all in the belly of the whale now.
Pressed up against them ribs, chile.
Trapped inside with them dark feelings
and them dark tendencies festerin' like boils,
swarmin' your head like locusts.
[crowd responds]
When Moses raised his hand,
God blocked out the sun.
These days must be endured,
felt, survived,
as there is no dawn without the dark.
[thunder crashes]
Hey, Lord! Hallelujah!
♪ When I make it up out dis bitch ♪
♪ I'ma be stupid rich ♪
♪ I'ma blow a whole damn bag ♪
♪ Push start brand new Jag ♪
♪ When I make it up out dis bitch ♪
Maine, I'on know, maine. It sound a little too twinkly.
Cap! This beat got some tremolo like you ain't never felt.
We done went over this mix, like, 24 times.
Well, niggah, maybe we get to number 27,
it'll be bussin'.
It's just missing a little--
play it again.
[twinkling hip-hop music plays]
♪ ♪
♪ I told ya ♪
Listen to me.
♪ When I make it up out dis bitch ♪
-[rhythmic metallic clanking] -♪ I'ma be stupid rich ♪
♪ I'ma blow a whole damn bag ♪
♪ Push start brand new Jag ♪
♪ When I make it up out dis bitch ♪
♪ I'ma go stupid dumb ♪
♪ I'ma spend stupid money ♪
♪ Comin' up out the mud ♪
♪ When I make it up out dis bitch ♪
♪ I'ma be stupid rich ♪
♪ I'ma blow a whole damn bag ♪
♪ Might make a fuck niggah mad ♪
♪ When I make it up out dis bitch ♪
♪ I'ma go stupid dumb ♪
♪ I'ma spend stupid money ♪
♪ Comin' up out the mud ♪
-Yuh! You got that? Uh-huh. -[DJ Neva Scared] Yeah.
-[Lil' Murda] Uh-huh. -Yeah! Yeah!
Shiiit, let me find out a niggah might not need a niggah.
-Right? -[DJ Neva Scared] Huh!
Yeah, that shit fresh to death on God.
Right? Aight, aight, aight. aight, aight.
Gone stir that up in the pot.
They thought that "Mississippi Pride" slapped,
wait till the skreets get ahold of this one.
You'en even know I could do that, did you?
Shit, no, man. The fuck!?
[Lil' Murda exhales]
Pulled them pots out,
that boy confused as hell, wun't he?
[both laugh]
Stir, that on up in the pot.
-Mm. -[DJ Neva Scared] Mm-hmm.
Heard The Pynk openin' back up. You goin' back?
[laughs] Ain't gone kill me in no club.
-Punk ass. -[both laugh]
You talk to Uncle Clifford?
What the fuck that niggah be talkin' to me fuh?
Damn, niggah, I just thought since The Pynk opening back up,
they might have you back to pack it out.
-[pounding on door] -Aw... Naw.
I'm too swole fuh The Pynk, lil' niggah.
[DJ Neva Scared laughs]
Aw, you swole, now?
Shit, I might have to get you a feature
on this secret joint I'm working on then.
[Lil' Murda] Fuck a feature. What you need to do
is mix down my mursic.
I'll jump on another niggah shit later.
[Sloth] Ahhh, Hurt Village Hustlas
know they stay with that good shit.
[Lil' Murda] You know we stay with that good-good.
[Sloth] That good.
[thumping hip-hop music playing on speakers]
♪ ♪
[Lil' Murda's "Mississippi Pride" playing] ♪ Mississippi pride pride ♪
♪ M-I crooked letter, crooked letter I ♪
♪ Crooked letter, crooked letter I ♪
♪ Humpback, humpback I ♪
♪ Mississippi pride pride ♪
♪ M-I, crooked letter, crooked letter I...♪
Niggah, when you comin' out with a new joint?
We need some more Lil' Murda in the quarantation.
Soon, niggah. Soon.
♪ Gotta keep one on me ♪
♪ Don't get your wig split ♪
♪ They don't want no smoke ain't talkin' cigarettes ♪
♪ Put it all on the line ♪
♪ Went and got me a bigger check ♪
♪ Herringbone chain stacked up ♪
♪ I'ma need me a bigger neck ♪
♪ Y'all flodge on the Internet♪
♪ My niggahs be into dat ♪
♪ See Impalas and Caddies pulling up ♪
♪ Whenever I feel a threat ♪
♪ We don't do too much talkin' ♪
♪ Just a lot of gangsta walkin' ♪
♪ Come to my city play it safe ♪
♪ Or end up leavin' in a coffin, it's Murda ♪
[Mercedes moaning]
[pounding on door]
[moaning continues]
♪ That look wet ♪
♪ Tropicana blue drip wet now I'm set ♪
♪ Gotta get that trip gone get that bag ♪
-♪ That look wet ♪ -[volume increases]
♪ That look wet, that look wet ♪
♪ That look wet ♪
Call myself being celibate for a yure.
Now Mane hemmed up on some trumped-up robbery charge,
then Miss Rona call herself visiting
with no plans of leavin'-- like somebody else I know.
I'm looking.
I just haven't found anything in Chucalissa I love.
Well, maybe you should settle for somethin' you like.
You seemed to be loudly enjoying yourself this morning.
Chile, I'on even know
what a dick look like no mo' if it ain't purple and plastic.
I'ma tell you, tho,
first thing I'ma do when this shit over with,
is jump Mane dick on sight.
[Autumn] Wait, you not gonna eat?
Had Henney, a blunt, and a nut. I don't need nothin' else.
[smacks lips] Blackie Mild.
I was thinking about what you said last night.
You're right--you've been holding us down for a minute.
-Mm-hmm. -So for the grand
Re-Re-Re-Opening,
I'm gonna negotiate a cut offa the door for you.
Just the do'?
Yes, just the door.
I know you been holding down two mortgages,
the house, and the gym.
So you welcome.
You've been doing the most, and we just can't be
puttin' alla this on your shoulders.
That's why...
I'm auditioning for some new girls.
Hold up, hold up, holdupholdupholdup.
Ain't nobody said nothin' 'bout gettin' some new girls.
More girls in the rotation'll
give your shoulder a chance to heal.
It's fine.
Plus, Beyoncé need her Kelly and Michelle.
The best we had are gone.
Soon as Gidget's mama passed,
she took the first bus up outta here.
-And Keyshawn-- -Hey.
Don't bring that bitch name up in my house!
I don't get you and Uncle Clifford--
[Mercedes] She pulled a gun!
She was trying to stop--
That bitch pulled a gun on framily!
Where they do that at?
You don't understand.
Actually, I do.
All I'm saying is,
we lost two of the best-ish dancers The Pynk ever had.
We gone have to get some new blood.
Naw, we good on the blood.
You see how I snatched up errybody for Pussyland?
I'll whip Toy funk ass and 'nem into shape.
Don't you worry your little head...
Bawse.
[door opens, closes]
[LightSkinKeisha's "Spend Sum Cash" playing]
[upbeat hip-hop music playing]
♪ ♪
♪ B-b-bankroll got it ♪
[LightSkinKeisha] ♪ Big Bank Beisha, yeah ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm back at it ♪
♪ Post a thirst trap ♪
♪ Bet your niggah double tap it ♪
♪ Got that come back, got him turnin' to an addict ♪
♪ Round of applause when that ass get to clappin' ♪
♪ Booty so big he wanna throw a stack on it ♪
♪ Bossy lil' bitch, keep a couple racks on me ♪
♪ Thirty-inch weave I could sit my ass on it ♪
♪ Make your babydaddy wanna spend some cash on me ♪
♪ I ain't never ever worried 'bout a sneak diss ♪
♪ 'Cause nine times outta ten it's from a weak bitch ♪
♪ Everything big, I don't do no weak shit ♪
♪ These bitches can't see me
♪ 'Less they pay the fee, bitch [period!] ♪
♪ I be stayin' to myself... ♪
[Keyshawn] It's ya girl.
Miss M-I-crooked letter- crooked letter-I
in all yuh buildings.
Make sure you visit my website in the chat
to get yo' Miss Sipp teas.
Let me know if you like what you sip.
Hollaaa!!!
[Regal crying]
You had more than 400,000 this Live.
[sighs] It was unbelievable.
You watched the whole time?
I watch everything.
Hey, Key, I got another job interview at three.
-I got another Live at three. -[Derrick] Keyshawn, I--
-Rome just set it up. -Yeah, well, Rome--
Rome needs to ask me before he sets shit up.
He's got you doing this Zoom, this Live--
Also this endorsement deal, that makeup line possibility.
It's just work, Derrick.
Yeah, well, it seems like the only one working is you.
This is all just temporary.
This shit gone end.
The day'll come when you'll be back
at the shop, and I'll be in front
of a crowd again.
Naw.
That room's all you need.
[pensive music playing]
♪ ♪
[Regal crying]
Hey, hey.
It's okay.
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
What you going on about? What?
[Mercedes] How my Chucalissa Challengers holdin' up?
[all] Hey, y'all!
-I miss y'all so much! -Girl, booty done got sooo fat!
Aye-aye-aye-aye-ayeee!
Y'all don't need to be worried
'bout what your booty look like.
Be worried 'bout what your booty can do.
Now, I bet ain't na'an one of y'all
been practicing yuh death drops.
[all] No, ma'am.
Well, y'all best gets to droppin'
cuz the first Challenger practice
comin' up next week, and y'all mamas need to pay--
Ms. Cedes, my mama said she ain't gonna let me come.
Mine neither.
But lockdown ending next week.
[Challenger] But my mama can't afford it, she say.
How many y'all mamas said that?
Naw, my mama ain't say she can't afford it...
she just wanna wait until it's all over.
Well, guess it's just gonna be me, Terricka, and Ms. Cedes.
Naw...
Cuz Terricka mama ain't gone let her come neither.
[apprehensive music plays]
[Uncle Clifford] See, I told you we could repurpose
these Pussyland poles.
I know how to remix me some shit.
[chuckles] Hand me that, uh, hex key.
Chile, what that is?
[gasps]
Did you turn on the AC?
Nah...
[Autumn] You think it'll be done before the weekend?
-[both yelp] -Sweet baby Jesus!
Sorry. Didn't mean to scare y'all.
Just wanted to know if everything will be done
before the Re-Re-RE-Opening.
Look, well, wait till you see this shit
that Big L done did.
Mm... Hoo hoo hoo!
Yes! Yes!
Impressive.
[Big L] Shopping Network had a special.
[tense music playing]
♪ ♪
[Autumn] Turn the lights off.
You see that?
How the fuck that bleach ain't work?
Niggah, you supposed to use peroxide.
[Big L] There ain't no peroxide.
Nothing works. Paint the walls red--
bloodstains always bleed back through.
[Lil' Murda] Woddy?
Woddy?
Woddy!
-[groans] Uhh... -What the FUCK?! GODDAMN!
Niggah...what, you was gone shoot the dead dead?
Hell mu'fuckin' yeah!
Well, it ain't the niggahs in the graveyard
you need to be scared of.
Niggah... I'm worried 'bout you.
Been working more all-nighters, my dude.
I see the devil been busy.
What yousaid.
Well, we 'bout to be busy.
I need you to book me on a tour.
Niggah, a tour?
We gotta capitalize right now, Woddy.
We need to roll with that same type of energy
before everything went sideways.
Me and DJ Neva Scared been making beaucoup music.
Yeah, I hope it ain't no slaw, niggah.
Niggah, ain't you seen my video got views on top of views?
Yeah, but is that because of you or Keyshawn?
Fuck you mean?
Keyshawn been having bored-in-the-house-niggahs
in-the-house-bored slobbin' into they phones for months.
That's why Rome snatched her up quicker than a Snicker.
Yeah, well, I wish I had a manager
bringin' in brand ambassador opps.
Let me know, I'll call the weave and the lash company.
Niggah, I ain't no hoe!
And if you gone manage my shit,
I need you to manage it, Woddy.
Let's say you go on tour, in the middle of the pandemy.
What would be the draw?
Keyshawn.
Good luck on that.
Rome said baby daddy got her locked up
in the house all day and all night.
Can't believe that niggah white.
Me neither, bruh!
Niggah, don't you wanna get up outta hure?
Be on the road, sleepin' up in some pussy
instead of a mu'fuckin' coffin?
One thing niggahs know, life shawt.
If we don't get outta here now,
when we gone go?
You ain't get scared?
No. I ain't scared of the living.
[line trilling]
[Lil' Murda] ♪ M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I ♪
♪ Crooked letter- crooked letter-I ♪
♪ Humpback-humpback-I ♪
♪ Mississippi pride, pride ♪
What up, girl?
Ain't nobody heard nothin' from you
since that video.
I'ma get you them stacks I owe you
and then some, a'ight?
Mm-hmm, keep talking.
[Lil' Murda] Me and you headlinin' clubs
all across the Dirty South.
Mississippi Pole Princess and Trap Prince reunite.
So you wanna go on tour in the middle
of a fuckin' pandemic?
[Lil' Murda] Hear me out, tho.
Skreets been hangry for us.
You seen the ticker on our video?
We gone be about 400k before the week out.
I get that in a day.
'Memba Murda Night, tho? Huh?
'Memba how it felt to have all them eyes on yo' skin?
-I-- -All them folk makin'
a memory of you?
Think I'ma have to pass. Bye.
Oh, and run me my staaaacks, bwoy!
[Regal farts]
Ooh! [coughs]
You lucky you so cute.
Cuz you'es a stanky-panky.
A stanky-panky!
[Regal babbling]
[pensive music playing]
♪ ♪
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
[Regal fussing]
[somber music playing]
♪ ♪
[sobs]
[Eloise] Didn't know if you was gone make it.
[Andre] How you holding up?
Not well. But right now, who is?
Bet they got you busy showing Wayne Kyle
the ropes down at city hall.
[Eloise] Mmm, chile,
they let me go 'fore Ruffin body was lukewarm.
How's his sons taking it?
Done cried enough to flood
the Mississippi River twice over.
They know they loooved they daddy.
[Andre chuckles]
What he call 'em?
-The Trifling Five. -[Eloise] The Trifling Six.
Six?
He got back with the third baby mama
in the end.
[sighs, chuckles]
I feel like I should've been there in the end.
Well, still need one more pallbearer.
His youngest ain't but one,
so we still need one more somebody
to help carry him on home.
Uh... [chuckles]
I can't. My wife...
She, uh...
[Eloise] I know y'all wasn't on the best of terms
in the end,
but you should know he loved you.
Something fierce.
Like a son.
[sentimental music plays]
♪ ♪
[Autumn] Shawt me down?
[Andre] Wha?
[Autumn] I said...
Shawt...
me...
down.
♪ ♪
[Andre] Well, ain't you sounding
like a Chucalissa native?
"Shawt me down."
I guess Chucalissa done crept up in my veins
just like a good vice.
Seem like you developed one of your own since.
I can only smoke far, far away from Atlanta.
Well, that wife of yours probably can smell it
on you from here, tho.
[chuckles]
Hailey, I thought if I saw you again,
I'd slap you.
Is that right?
Don't worry.
I won't kill you.
I could be the one to kill you.
[Autumn] No.
I already gotten it.
Whipped through the club like an F5 tornado.
I wish I could say grief gets better.
It doesn't get better?
No.
Just changes.
[thunder rumbles]
Kinda like a cloud.
Sometimes it's cumulus,
stratus, cirrus even.
And sometimes...
...it's a fuckin' hurricane.
He was the father to me that my father couldn't be.
Always there for me.
And I can't even help put him in the ground.
[Autumn] Funerals ain't for the dead.
They're for the living.
[thunder rumbles]
[lightning crashes]
[Sam Cooke's "The Last Mile of the Way" plays]
[Sam Cooke] ♪ If I walk ♪
♪ In the pathway of duty ♪
[singers vocalizing]
♪ If I work ♪
♪ Till the close ♪
♪ Of the day, Lord ♪
♪ Mm, mm ♪
♪ I shall see ♪
♪ The great king in all ♪
♪ His beauty ♪
♪ When I've gone ♪
♪ The last mile ♪
♪ Of the way, Lord, yes, sir ♪
-♪ When I've gone ♪ -[choir] ♪ When I've gone ♪
-[Sam Cooke] ♪ The last mile ♪ -[choir] ♪ My last mile ♪
-[Sam Cooke] ♪ Of the way ♪ -[choir] ♪ When I've gone ♪
-♪ The last mile of the way ♪ -[Sam Cooke] ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
-♪ I shall rest ♪ -[choir] ♪ I shall rest ♪
-[Sam Cooke] ♪ At the close ♪ -[choir] ♪ At the close ♪
-[Sam Cooke] ♪ Of day ♪ -[choir] ♪ I shall rest ♪
♪ At the close of the day ♪
-[Sam Cooke] ♪ For I know ♪ -[choir] ♪ For I know ♪
-[Sam Cooke] ♪ There is joy ♪ -[choir] ♪ There is joy ♪
-[Sam Cooke] ♪ Awaiting ♪ -[choir] ♪ For I know ♪
♪ That joy that awaits me ♪
[Sam Cooke] ♪ When I've gone ♪
-[choir] ♪ The last mile ♪ -[Sam Cooke] ♪ The last mile ♪
-♪ Of the way ♪ -[choir] ♪ When I've gone ♪
♪ The last mile of the way ♪
-[Ernestine] Clifford! -[Uncle Clifford] Mm?
Come watch this shit for me!
What shit you need fuh me to watch?
Do you see Mookie 'nem on, uh, uh, uh,
Wid-Heaux Row?
Mm...
I seen "'nem," but I'on see Mookie.
[Ernestine] Niggah, take that shit off 'round me!
I'on see Mookie.
[gasps] Then you know what that mean!
Mm-mm. Mm-mm-mm-mm.
-[Ernestine shrieks] -Nope, nope, nope.
[Ernestine] Oh, come on, Clifford!
Mookie is Tydell's third baby mama.
Now, she the mama of Tiger and Pantavious,
-Patavious. -[Ernestine] Patavious.
And--wha--the only reason why her ass ain't there
is because she is busy breaking her foot off
in a pot of chitlins for the repast!
So what, you want the Rona to run up on my ass
-at the repast? -Chile, you young.
You ain't gone catch it.
Look, almost 40 ain't young. It's tragic.
I'm gone get up and go up my damn self then.
Where is my keys? I set--
[Uncle Clifford] If you just don't sit your dried-up
-coochie down somewhere! -[groans]
Now, you know that this Rona shit
is just an excuse for crackers to keep niggahs in the house!
[Andre] There's often...
...an unresolved tension
between who we are...
...who we say we are...
...and who we wanna be.
But my godfather...
Tydell Marcelous Ruffin Sr....
...never told a lie that wasn't the truth.
[crowd agreeing]
What you saw was what you got.
Y'all know he'd call you a bald-headed hoe in a minute.
Sho'll did!
And he'd end a compliment and a insult
with his favorite word...
[all] Niggah!
Y'all know...
you didn't need to be his blood
for him to be a father to you.
That's why, despite the times...
...you all stand here today...
to honor not only his memory...
[Andre] but his legacy.
[Ernestine] Niggah, is you gone go
steal that plate of chitlins for me or what?
Stinky Re-Re, stinky.
That's weird, I feel like I just bought some Pampers.
Since Regal been weant, that Similac
been making her runny.
-I'll go to the sto--. -No, I'll go.
But I wanna get some...
tampons.
But it's not the fourth yet.
-But it will be. -[Derrick] Okay.
Grab me a pack of Coors Light, will you?
[Gidget] I miss my bitch!
Why the fuck you got a ski mask on fuh?
Ain't Arizona, like, full of deserts?
But it ain't dry, bitch.
Keyshawn, the clubs are live out here.
We coppin' bags, and you need to come!
-You know, I can't. -[Gidget] Fuckin' Derrick.
[Keyshawn] Uh...
Me and Derrick have actually been, like, good.
Real good.
Bitch, what? We have!
Fact, he said he wanted to watch the kids
while I go out and get some air.
So a bitch headin' to the dollar sto'?
Yes, cuz a bitch need them Moon Pies
to get through this pandemy.
My mama loved Moon Pies.
Oh, I'm so sorry about Deanna, Gidge.
[Gidget] It's all Duffy fault.
Motherfucker, he killed my mama!
[Diamond] Put a fuckin' mask on 'fore you get up in my mu'fuckin' sto.
[Gidget] He got it from those lot lizards.
-Wait, Gidge, I can't-- -[Gidget] That's where
-the fuck he got it from. -Dumbass.
Gidge, I'm here, I gotta go.
[Gidget] Then he had the nerve to say he got it from me. The fuck'--
[apprehensive music plays]
♪ ♪
Diamond...
Where yo' mask?
I, uh...
was just gonna, um, run into the store quick-fast.
[Diamond] I can't let you in without a mask.
Dollah sto' rules.
Well, but I-I was just gonna get Pampers for Regal
and Moon Pies for, uh, me. [chuckles]
Diamond...
it all happened so fast.
You know what? Not here.
[Keyshawn] Then when?
I haven't seen you since--
♪ ♪
I can't tell you how much I think about...
[sighs] ...that night.
I was tryin' to make it all stop, Diamond.
I just wanted it all to fuckin' stop.
[Diamond] I ain't gone tell you again.
Get outta here, Keyshawn.
Diamond, I-I'm tryin' to apologize.
Well, I'm straight.
Can you imagine if you woulda killed Derrick that night, hmm?
Where you would be?
Keyshawn, get the fuck outta here
and go back to your redneck babydaddy.
"Guttah niggers."
Yeah, he call methat. I wonder what he call you.
He would never say that!
Then why you think I tried to kill him?
-Aye, maine. Say, maine! -[customer grunts]
Where your mask at, maine? Hmm?
[grunts] What the hell, man?
[customer] Goddamn!
[customer] Asshole!
Diamond...
Naw, I ain't got no need for somethin' that don't work.
Hey, you 6'5", you ain't play no basketball?
I mean, I play NBA Live.
All that tall...wasted.
Okay, okay, so Morehouse/Georgetown,
what you doin' now?
Uh, you know.
Waiting for the world to stop wobbling, I suppose.
[Uncle Clifford chuckles]
-Don't wait too long. -Hey now!
Cuz the world steady stay wobblin', chile.
[all] Hey! Uncle Clifford!
That fit bussin!
Hey, Chester.
Mm. Tydell Jr. Mm.
Tydell Jr. Jr. done got bigger than Tydell Jr.
Hey, Tiny and Tiger. Where the baby at?
Patavious in the back with his bitch-ass step-baby mama.
Mookieeee!
Now, listen, now you know why I'm here for, heiffa.
Fuck you, Clifford.
[Uncle Clifford] Uh, condolences, bitch.
I'll be right here waitin' on my tuppa-wure.
Is he really dead, tho?
Cuz that casket on TV sho'll was closed.
Why you really here, Clifford?
I just wanted to make sho' so I ain't got nothin'
to worry about no mo', you know,
since you and your gawdaddy tried to push my club
into a early grave.
Is it your club or Hailey's?
Uh, me and huh's partners now.
Well, then you ain't got nothing to worry about.
'Sides, I don't even work for Promised Land anymore.
Got laid off soon as the virus hit.
Good day, gentlemen.
I just wanted to stop by and express my condolences
about the passing of y'all's father.
-He was a great man. -He was aight.
Damn!
That was one of hell of a speech you gave back there.
If I ain't know it, I'd think you had reverend
along with that esquire title in your name.
Congratulations, InterimMayor Kyle.
Who woulda thunk Lil' Wayne
would someday become the Mayor of Chucalissa?
I do not wear this crown lightly.
The people will, of course, have to confirm me
in the upcoming special election.
Might be easy since I'm only running against myself.
Well, I may have to throw this here hat
up into the ring, 'cause I know how to rocks
a heavy crown, chile.
I got all these signatures to force this casinah vote.
I wonder how many votes I get
if I put my name on that thur mayoral ballot?
That was truly some savvy organizing there, Clifford.
Uh, well, you know the Mayor of Pussy Valley
-always gets thangs done. -[crowd agreeing]
Word on the streets is me and Pastor Woodbine's
little-casinah-referendum-that- could
is gone be right under yo' name.
I wonder how the people gone vote on that.
Well, that's something that Mayor Ruffin wanted.
And I'm committed to honoring his legacy.
Fact, I think the good folks of Chucalissa
will show is that they, too, wanna bring prosperity
back to this town.
Well, I'm all for bringin' prosperity,
InterimMayor Kyle,
I just like it when that shit shared.
-Here. -Oh. [giggles]
Gotta go. Grandmother Ernestine belly can't stand
no cold chitlins, now.
Thank ya, Mookie!
[door closes]
Good day, y'all.
[vocalizing]
♪ ♪
I meant what I said, Andre.
I will do everything in my power
to honor your godfather's legacy.
Or will you do everything within your power
to uphold your supremacy?
Look...
I know last time you came here,
tempers flared a bit.
Now, as I'm sure you're well aware of,
family business can be a fraught affair.
And I'll always be grateful you tried to help us Kyle boys
put a Band-Aid over some old wounds.
[Andre] If that's what you call a Band-Aid,
I don't wanna stand in front of your bullets.
Good day, Wayne.
[tense music plays]
[baby wailing]
[Regal crying]
[bottle clatters]
You mad you can't get these titties no more?
You mad you can't get this titty milk?
[soft solemn music playing]
♪ ♪
You'll be aight.
Once upon a time,
there was a lil' girl
with rull pretty hair.
Long hair like yo' hair gone be, Regal.
But this little girl wanted her hair longer.
See, she was on punishment,
and her mama had her locked up in her room.
She didn't have time to let it grow.
So she had her sister go to the beauty supply
to get her some bundles.
She braided it up in her hair...
making it so long...
[sniffling]
...it fell like ropes to the ground.
♪ ♪
That should be all of it.
I got the rest of this.
Thanks for letting me stay.
I feel so bad, but all the motels
in town were shut down.
Chile, don't even worry about all that.
Don't na'an one of us stay over here in this house no mo'.
All us been done moved out of Pussy Valley.
[chuckles]
But it was something about this neighborhood,
it just wouldn't let Tydell go.
[chuckles] Hmm.
Tiger, go on put your little brother
-in his car seat. -Okay.
[gunfire]
Is that a-a--
[Tiger] AR-15.
Makin' that sweet midnight mursic.
Good ear.
Night-night, niggah.
[somber music playing]
♪ ♪
[doorbell rings]
Y'all forgot something?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
What is this?
A retainer.
A retainer. For?
[Corbin] If this casino referendum go through,
Promised Land still gone need them
that waterfront property.
One, who's running to a casino
in the middle of a raging pandemic
if they build?
And two, Clifford Sayles ain't selling.
But the newowner might.
[tense music plays]
I'll see you at The Pynk.
♪ ♪
What's wrong with you? Talkin' to me like that?
Huh? What you say?
[Tina Turner] Don't start with me!
I ain't in the mood today, all right?
[Ike Turner] You ain't in the mood?
Put your phone down. This the best part.
Bitch, you know how many times we done seen this shit?
[Tina grunting]
Here it comes. Here it comes.
[Tina grunting]
-[Tina screams] -[Ike] Fight like a man?
[Ike grunting, groaning]
-That your best shot? -[Tina] That your best shot?
[both] You can't do no better than that?
-[object clatters] -[yelps] Fuck!
Bitch, really? Really?!
You gone up and have auditions
after I told you 'splicitly not to.
Really, bitch?
I'm trying to make the best decisions for the club.
You already have six dancers splittin' the pot
on a strip-thru that barely get customers!
And now that it's time fuh us to get back in the building,
you want us to be jackin' over a pot of chitlins?
We need more girls.
[Mercedes] We don't know where these bitches
gone be rollin' in from!
Look, we already boxed with Rona once.
I ain't doin' that shit again.
Jesus fucking Christ!
I am trying my best to keep the fucking water
out the boat, Mercedes!
When I bought this club, I didn't plan
on being hit with a fucking pandemic!
So excuse me for actually getting us this far!
For giving you UNGRATEFUL BITCHES
a place to FUCKIN' DANCE!
[huffs]
So what Uncle Clifford have to say about all this?
[Autumn] It doesn't matter.
I'm the owner. Not Uncle Clifford.
Well, allrightsa, bawse-uh.
Yousa want some lemonades before yousa goes to bedsa?
Good fuckin' night.
♪ Wade in the water ♪
♪ Wade in the water, chirrun ♪
-♪ Wade... ♪ -[door slams]
[phone buzzes]
[Lil' Murda's "When I Get Out" playing]
♪ ♪
[Lil' Murda] ♪ Murda, Murda♪
♪ Watch out, watch out♪
♪ I told ya, I told ya ♪
♪ When I make it up out dis bitch ♪
♪ I'ma be stupid rich ♪
♪ I'ma blow a whole damn bag ♪
♪ Push start brand a new jag ♪
♪ When I make it up out dis bitch ♪
♪ I'ma go stupid dumb ♪
♪ I'ma spend stupid money ♪
♪ Comin' up out the mud ♪
♪ When I make it up out dis bitch ♪
♪ I'ma be stupid rich ♪
♪ I'ma blow a whole damn bag ♪
♪ Might make a fuck niggah mad ♪
♪ When I make up out dis bitch ♪
♪ I'ma go stupid dumb ♪
♪ I'ma spend stupid money ♪
♪ Comin' up out the mud ♪
♪ I said ratta tat tat to your snapback ♪
♪ Drumming on beat ♪
♪ My DJ Ain't Neva Scared ♪
♪ So y'all movin' y'all feet ♪
[silence]
[softly] When I make it out dis bitch.
When I make it out dis bitch.
[soft musical build-up]
♪ ♪
♪ Stuck inside the damn house ♪
♪ Tryna do some freak shit ♪
♪ Niggah might drop three stacks ♪
♪ On titties and skreet shit ♪
♪ My chain look like December ♪
♪ I'ma cold mu'fucker ♪
♪ Gotta break out gotta break out ♪
♪ Cuz I ain't just some Stay home mu'fucker ♪
♪ I don't ever get too low, mu'fucker ♪
♪ I don't ever trust no hoe, mu'fucker ♪
♪ Four door ridin' real slow, mu'fucker ♪
♪ Money and murder and dough, mu'fucker ♪
♪ Uh, I don't need clout and shit ♪
♪ Uh, I'ma work it out and shit ♪
♪ Uh, I'm breakin' out dis bitch ♪
♪ I'ma make it out ♪
♪ When I make it up outta dis bitch ♪
♪ I'm gettin' to the money ♪
♪ I'm fuckin' up a check ♪
[echoing] ♪ Check check check check ♪