2 [Lil' Murda] Previously on P-Valley...
[Lauren] I'm spending this whole divorce settlement
tonight, bitches!
Look, my homeboy told me
about this girl with the dick-suckin' lips.
[Lil' Murda] Dirty Dozen tour start tomorrow.
-What you doing, lil' niggah? -[choking]
What's wrong with this niggah, maine?
[Woddy] It's a party game.
Somebody get picked to be a killer.
If they wink at you, you gotta die 30 seconds later.
Murda!
Don't go disrespectin' the guh, nanh.
Bitch, you just ain't his type.
[bystanders screaming]
[Big Teak] You get into one fight.
Niggah just ain't cut like us.
You might be too cut.
Niggah, "I love you"?
Keyshawn, that's the only thought.
"You look beautiful in red."
There are a few referendums on the ballot.
One of 'em bein' for that casinah.
[Corbin] Mayor Wayne Kyle?
Nobody's stupid enough to run against him.
I would.
Just talked to my daddy,
and he just might have a job for you.
Gonna have to respectfully pass.
[Farrah] You're getting paid $10,000 a weekend
to have sex with my husband.
Why did you ask for my permission?
Cuz a bitch got her some integrity.
-[grunts] -[screams]
[gunshots fire]
[Autumn] Why do you have Montavius' ring?
I'm the one that made sure he ain't never be found.
You gotta convince ole girl to sell.
I'm not settling for less than ten.
"Wear y'all mu'fuckin' mask!"
-[sneezes] -[all yelling]
It's ALLERGIES!
Allergies, my ass!
[Future's "Mask Off" playing]
[Future] ♪ Call it how it is ♪
♪ Hendrix ♪
♪ I promise, I swear, I swear ♪
♪ You heard, spit it, yo ♪
♪ Percocets, molly, Percocets ♪
-[Lauren] Ayee! -♪ Percocets ♪
♪ Molly, Percocets ♪
-[Lauren] Do it! -♪ Rep the set ♪
♪ Gotta rep the set... ♪
[Lauren] Ayee! Get it! Work it!
Do it! Got it! Get it!
Ayee!
♪ Mask on, fuck it, mask off ♪
-[Lauren] Yass! -♪ Percocets ♪
♪ Molly, Percocets ♪
♪ Chase a check, never chase a bitch ♪
♪ Two cups, toast up with the gang, gang ♪
♪ From food stamps... ♪
[Lauren] Oh shit! Ayee!
Fuck it up! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oohh!
That's right!
♪ Ain't compromisin', half a million on the coupe ♪
♪ Rick James, 33 chains, 33 ♪
♪ Ocean air, cruisin' Biscayne ♪
♪ Percocets, ye, molly, Percocets ♪
♪ Big foreigns ♪
♪ Percocets, molly, Percocets, big foreigns ♪
♪ Rep the set, ye, gotta rep the set, gang, gang ♪
♪ Chase a check, never chase a bitch ♪
♪ Mask on, ye... ♪
[Lauren] Take my money.
♪ Mask on, ye, fuck it, mask off, ye ♪
♪ Percocets, ye, molly, Percocets ♪
♪ Big foreign, chase a check ♪
♪ Never chase a bitch ♪
♪ Oh, my Lord ♪
♪ Praise him be ♪
♪ My guillotine... ♪
[Lauren] Oh, ayee! Ayee! Ayee! Ayee!
Get it! Work it! Do it! Yass! Do it!
Get it, yass!
Ooh, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!
Come on, girl. Come on!
Come on, girl!
Come on. Yass, get it.
Take it off. Yass.
Oh!
♪ Switch states, touch down, foreign plates... ♪
Whoa. Oh. Feel yourself, yeah.
Yeah! [laughs]
♪ We call the play, we didn't come to play... ♪
[sneeze echoing]
[screams]
Where my shit?!
What--what the heyell wrong witchu?!
-I got aller--[sneezes] -Oh my GOD!
In my mouth, ugh!!!
Where my gloves?! Where my gloves?!
[groaning]
-[Toy] I got allergies. -This place need to be called--
-I promise. -The Petri Dish, not The Pynk!
[Lauren] Oh, my God! Move!
-[both] Aww, heyell... -[Lauren] Get out my way!
Excurrrrse me, whatever Toy done done,
Extra-Extra can undo undo.
Your club in violation of several Nonconnah County
Health Department SAFETY PROTOCOLS!
Unh-unh-unh-unh-uh, bitch! Now, you done seen
all these folks up in hure wearing they--
[Future] ♪ Fuck it, mask off ♪
♪ Mask off... ♪
-Jewelries. Uh... -[Lauren yells]
[Uncle Clifford] Ooh...
-What is she--Jesus! -The fuck?!
Gimme the microphone. Gimme the microphone!
[feedback whines]
Lauren Hawkins here,
Nonconnah County Health Department REGULATOR!
Thass right! I hereby order
this establishment to shut down effective immediately
for health and safety violations!
Yes, thass right!
Pick up yo' goddamn Pank dranks
and CARRY YOUR ASS TO THE EXIT,
cuz The Pynk is officially CLOSED!
[incoherent scrabbling]
Bitch if you don't-
-Fuck yo microphone. -[crowd booing]
-[Uncle Clifford] Gimme my shit. -[Lauren] Out of my way!
[Lauren] Goddamnit! I'ma regulate this motherfucker!
-[booing continues] -[Lauren] A thousand dollars...
[tense music playing]
[Jucee Froot] ♪ Down in the valley ♪
♪ Where the girls get naked ♪
♪ If you throwin' bands ♪
♪ Then you know she gone 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 your 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? ♪
♪ This 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 ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ ♪
[muffled chatter and music playing]
[Toy sneezes]
[Jupiter] Toy, this yo' fault.
♪ ♪
[angry chatter]
THIS what six feet apart look like.
[Autumn] Lap dances from six feet away?
[Uncle Clifford] I mean, where they do that?
[Toy sneezes]
It'd be a lot easier if you operated at 50% capacity
LIKE YOU 'SPOSED TO!
Well, you sho'll ain't cur 'bout that 'pecific rule
when Toy was gettin' the Holy Ghost on that lap right thur--
In addition to your customer tables on the main floor,
you need to install plastic partitions
between all these vanities,
and upgrade your AC system with a HEPA filter--
Hippo filters?
[Big L] HEPA, niggah!
Now, y'all know them thangs cost 1,500 a pop
and they don't even really work 'gainst this shit--
Most importantly, everyone needs to wear a mask
at. All. Times!
[Toy sneezes]
Don't you see what the fuck on our face?!
Mizz Lauren, soon as we come up to code,
we can reopen, right?
Only after your inspection,
which will occur in 24 hours.
Now, how in the heyell we gone do all you done
tolt us to do in 24 hours?
If you don't, you will be shut down for real for real.
And you gone pay a fine.
-How much? -25,000 dollars.
[shocked chatter and grumbling from all]
Chile, ain't nobody got that in they pocketbook,
let alone they piggybank!
Sell that Birkin, you'll have enough.
[laughs]
Wait, Lauren, you lookin' like somebody second, third,
fourth cuzzin' or somethin'.
You that heiffa that fell asleep drunk under the table
after throwin' up her whole divorce settlement!
Naw, thass that bitch that was in "The 201."
She said she cheated on her husband with his mama.
[all] HIS MAMA?!
That wun't me!
You sho? Cuz I'ma beat gawdess.
-I'm good at memberin' faces. -All right. OK. OK!
I will reduce your fine 11,000 dollars.
That is the best I can do.
Here is your citation.
I will be back fuh yo' inspection in twenty-fo' hours.
Y'all have a blessed night.
Excuse me!
[collective grumbling from the locker room]
[Uncle Clifford sighs] Can you believe this shit?
It's always something up in this bitch.
[Toy sneezes]
[Roulette] Me and Whisper ain't even get a chance
to polerina on these heaux cuz of Toy sneezin-ass.
-[sneezes] -[Brazil] Look youngin'.
I'ma vouch for Toy.
This bitch stay wit' allergies.
Bitch, nobody wun't talkin' to you.
'Long as you yappin' I can respond.
Brazil, you better shut the fuck up talkin' to me
witcho belly-button-lookin- like-a-mouth-lookin' ass!
[laughter and oohing]
Roulette, I'on know why you ova thur complainin'.
Word on the street is, ah, you got
"diverse income streams."
Bitch,
whatchu talmbout?
Customer came 'round askin' for the girl
with the dick-suckin' lips.
I wonder who he talkin' 'bout? -[Peanut Butter] CHECK!
-[Jupiter] Ehh! -[Autumn] Come on, y'all.
Now look, ain't no niggahs fosta be burnin' heads
up in my fine establishment, nanh.
-She lyin' on me. -Where's the lie, huh?!
Where's the lie?! Where is it?!
Bitch! [screams]
[Al Kapone's "Whoop That Trick" playing] ♪ Whoop that trick...♪
♪ Whoop that trick... ♪ ♪ Whoop that trick... ♪
-[all yelling] -[Uncle Clifford] Diamond! Diamond!
♪ Whoop that trick... ♪
You fuckin' bitch!
[Extra-Extra] The girls are fighting.
Hey! Hey-hey-hey-hey!
-[whap] -[Uncle Clifford] Ooh!
Hey, hey. Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
[Roulette] Ow, shit!
Yeah, bitch!
Who got the DSLs nanh, hoe?
Yeah, stupid-ass bitch! Stop fuckin' playin' wit me!
[Brazil whimpering]
[Whisper] Oh, my God.
[whimpering]
Turn that camera off!
This ain't the Real Househeaux of Chucalissa!
♪ Whoop that trick... ♪ ♪ Whoop that trick... ♪
OOH! I CAN'T STAND YOU!
THAT BITCH DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK SHE MESSIN' WIT!
Sitcho ass down thur in that chair!
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
You want some brandy?
Naww...
I'on drink brown liquor.
Huh, but you sho'll know how to do a Dragon Sleeper, tho.
You wrestle?
My brother did.
Ohhh.
So thass how you learnt how to beat a niggah's ass.
Bitches. Strictly bitches.
-[chuckles] -Niggah, what the fuck
-you laughing at me fo'? -You funny.
Just like my daughter.
You miss him, yo' brother?
I ain't come here for no mu'fuckin' therapy session!
Look, if you gone fire me, just go 'head and do it!
Fire you fuh what?
Fuh fightin'.
[Big L] Only fuh fightin'?
Seem like what Brazil said might be true,
judgin' how you rolled up out that car the other night.
What was you doin'?
What was you n' Eminem doin'?
Mm.
Well, you just served me a side
of Nacho Bizness wit that silence.
Well, I'ma give it to yuh right back
topped with a side of jalapeños cuz...
I'ma classy bitch.
Even a classy bitch can be finessed.
How you get out a Dragon Sleeper?
You gotsta roll out from under yo' opponent
and then...
Get on top.
Don't matter how dirty you gotsta get,
be the finesser, not the finessed.
[reporter] Chucalissa may just be the center
of a superspreader event, pun intended.
Everywhur we loves gets shutdown.
See, this upsetting me and my homegirl,
cuz we feel like, if you can't go to The Pank,
where the heyell can you go?
[reporter] The infamous strip club, The Pynk...
Why you ain't tell a bitch we got shut down?
I shoulda been there.
[Uncle Clifford] Chile, we gone be back up 'n runnin'
in twanky-fo' hours.
But guuurl, ooh, when them bitches foundt out,
that locker room got toe up from the flo up!
Brazil accursed the new heaux of hoein', honey.
That new guh from outside Ju-City.
Well, what the girl say?
[Uncle Clifford] That Brazil lyin'.
But you know what they say-- a good hoe never tells.
[Ernestine] And a hoe livin' in a house full of strippers
'ventually gone wake up in a brothel.
[Patrice] Interim Mayor Kyle wanna pollute the soul
of our city with alla this gamblin' and sin.
Turn on the news.
I'm callin' on all the citizens of Chucalissa
to do what's right.
Come out and vote for Pastor Patrice Woodbine
as your next mayor.
And vote... ♪ Heyell to the naw, naw, naw ♪
to this casiNAW.
Well, there goes the hood. [chuckles]
[Interviewer] Pastor Woodbine, do you think that race
will play a factor in this campaign?
This Mi'Ssipp.
What you thank?
You done created a fuckin' monster.
[Uncle Clifford] Me?
You'd thank she'd be satisfied
gettin' the referendum on the ballot.
Now that bitch wanna run too?
-She ain't gone win. -[text tone chimes]
Lil' Wayne got this city on lock, chile.
With his white ass. Hooh...
Chile, we in danger now.
["Bundles Song" by Taylor Girlz and Kayla Nicole]
♪ Go bad bitch, go bad bitch, go... ♪
[Uncle Clifford] What is we gone do? 'Cedes?
[Gidget] Girl, that mug is sit-TING!
Whass up my Sippi Cups?
We at Camae's Beauty Supply in Jackson
for the reveal of my Miss Sipp Lashes.
Available at a Camae's near you.
And fuh all my stans thass in Da Ham,
you can catch me and Lil' Murda in the flesh
at Club Volcano tomorrow night!
The Dirty Dozen Tour goin' dummmmyyy!
Haaaaahhh!
Whoo! Post that shit on The 'Gram.
[Gidget] Yeah, yeah! Cute!
[both squealing]
[Rome] Holdup, I'ma call you back.
Is it errything that you dreamed it was gone be?
Naw.
-More. -[Rome] Mhmm.
[Keyshawn] One thing...
What?
They got me lookin' a lil, like,
pecan mocha tan, dontcha think?
Maine, guh, what in the heyell is you talkin' 'bout?
Thass just the lightin'.
[Kayla Nicole] ♪ We out, we out ♪
Woddy, where MY promo events?
You would look good in some lashes. Or shit,
maybe some nails too.
Uncle Murda lookin' ass...
Shut up.
Aaaaaahhhhhh.
[Gidget] Oh, my fuckin' gawd!
[both laughing]
What y'all laughin' at?
Lil' Murda, you seen't this on Dancer's Locker Room?
This ain't the Real Househeaux of Chucalissa!
Aw, you gotta be kiddin' me.
Was The Pynk always this ghetto?
Naw, not as ghetto
as the last place I danced up in Nashville.
-What? -Well, I'm just glad
my bottom bitch came to kick it with meeee!
Ayyyeee!
Gidget slidin' on through to Birmingham wit' us.
Hope thass aight witchall.
Big Teak, it's yo' turn to drive, niggah.
[reporter] Folks across the nation
are up in arms over this disturbing
-cell phone recording... -[Lil' Murda] Teak.
[reporter] ...which shows an unarmed Black man...
Teak, you skraight?
[reporter] ...killed by police.
Look. Look at that.
[reporter] This footage is quite graphic...
Same ole' shit.
What I tell you about that shit, maine?
Maine... I wonder what that niggah did, maine.
Why that niggah had to do somethin', Rome?
[tense music playing]
-Aye! Aye. -[horn honks]
Big Teak don't wanna drive, I will!
-[Gidget] Come on! -[Keyshawn] Okuurr!
-[Gidget] C'mon boys! -Yeah.
[Lil' Murda] Teak, c'mon. Inside the car.
♪ ♪
[indistinct whispering]
[uneasy music intensifies]
♪ ♪
-[knocking on door] -[gasps]
[off-key notes]
Corbin, whatchu doin' here so early in the mornin'?
It's noon.
I guess I'm still on stripper time.
Noon's still the mornin' to me.
I just heard y'all got shut down yet again.
Bet you 'bout ready to get this club off yuh hands.
Where's your lawyer?
Shouldn't he be inquirin'
about commercial real estate on your behalf?
He went back to Atlanta.
-Personal business. -Oh.
-Did he? -[Corbin] Yeah.
Time's a' tickin', baby girl.
And this investment... [knocks on door frame]
is gone drown you.
Well, this water ain't quite troubled yet,
and I'm good at treadin'.
Mm.
Look, bitch,
I ain't goin' back and forth witchu.
Either you take this offer, or--
Or what?
Hmm?
Fine.
One million.
And that is my last and final offer.
[tense music playing]
See how easy that was?
But the fact that you doubled your offer just like that
lets me know I'm worth so much more.
♪ ♪
Britney, babe.
I'm home!
[Britney moaning]
♪ ♪
Britney...
-[male moaning] -What the fuck?
-Ah! -Oh, shit!
[Britney] Oh!
-[grunts] -[Britney] Andre, stop!
[Dante gagging]
How long you been fucking my wife, Dante, huh?!
[Dante] Uggggh, does it even matter?!
Andre, please! Get off of him!
In my muthafuckin' bed, niggah?!
In my muthafuckin' bed?!
Andre, stop! You're choking him!
G-get offa him! Let him go!
-Andre! -[gagging]
Let him go, Andre!
[voice fading] Andre, okay, just listen--
Listen, Andre, okay!
Please just let him go!
Andre, listen, let him go, please!
Listen to me, Andre!
-[Dante gasping] -Get out.
[gasping and coughing] Can I get... my clothes?
OUUUUUUUUT!
Fuck!
Where's--where's--
where's your mask, Andre?
Where was your mask when you was suckin' Dante's dick?
I know this is so fucked up,
I get it, but we-- we're both doctors,
and I need to know you were--
[screams]
You fucked that niggah in my house!
[sobbing]
I'm sorry, Andre!
I've felt so alone, and Dante was just here!
Dante's always been here!
He's the Jack to your Jill.
He was the one that your mama wanted you to marry,
not some guttah niggah from the Delta
who couldn't even buy his own fuckin' wife a fuckin' house!
Stop...
This is your house too.
It's never been my house.
Your mama 'nem always made sure to remind me of that.
You were-you were supposed to come back--
Next week? Yeah, well...
I came back early to ask my wife
for her permission to--
you know what, fuck it.
I'll just go back and fuckin' do it.
-Do what? -Run for mayor of Chucalissa.
[scoffs] What?
[laughing]
[Britney] You're doing what?
Deadline to put my name on the ballot is tomorrow.
That is SO.FUCKING.TYPICAL.
My daddy offers you a job, you don't take it,
then you go to your goddaddy's funeral
and decide to run for his damn job?!
The fuck are you doing, Andre?!
You're not gonna win!
[quietly] Shit.
Well...
...I sho'll ain't got nothin' left to lose.
[Britney] Andre.
[quietly] Ohh... fuck.
[somber music playing]
♪ ♪
[Mercedes] Coaaaachhhhh.
[Farrah] Hey there.
[Mercedes] What the fuck?
Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.
I'm just here picking up my camera equipment
out of storage right quick.
Okay.
[mouthing "oh my God"]
[both] Excuse me.
-S-sorry. -You go.
[Mercedes] Hey,
uhm, I gotta 'pologize about Skrrrr-Skrrrring
like that the other night.
Oh, no. No-no-no. You were--you were fine.
It was fine, truly.
Good.
Just so you know, I've never done that.
Chile, you and me both.
But it sho'll came easy to yuh.
[both laugh]
So why were you in such a hurry to leave us all
high and wet?
My daughter.
Terricka.
Oh.
[chuckles]
Love her ringtone.
[Mercedes laughing] Oh, my...
She got in a little trouble, and I had to help her.
[Farrah] So you're Super Mom.
I wouldn't say all that, nanh.
But... I'm tryin' to be.
[Lil' Bad Cuzzin] ♪ Niggahs ain't shit ♪ ♪ Niggahs ain't shit ♪
♪ Niggahs ain't--Nigggahs ain't--Niggahs ain't shit ♪
Speaking of good ringtones.
'Scuse me.
Hey, babe.
Yeah.
Your socks?
They should be inside... the Louis case.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm. Inside pocket of the suitcase.
Yeah...
[atmospheric music]
♪ ♪
[camera shutter clicks]
[Farrah] Sorry.
Sometimes I get itchy fingers.
"No press, no public appearances,
and no photography."
Thass what them NDAs y'all had my ass sign said.
Well, Cedric's running a couple hours late, so...
I won't tell if you won't.
[music builds]
♪ ♪
[Uncle Clifford sighs]
Hey, come on, Granmuva.
[Ernestine groans]
-Wait, wait, wait-- -Get you all up out this car.
Let's get you somethin' to eat here.
-Oh, that's The Pynk! -We at The Pynk.
-It's The Pynk! -We at The Pynk.
Now step on up hure.
-Okay. -There you go.
Any luck?
Only groceries.
Errybody else musta came in compliance weeks ago.
Ain't not a na'an plastic, sanitizer,
or hippo filter anywhure.
Well, you know I always got backup.
[big rig honking]
[Big L] Mu'fuckin' calvary! [laughs]
[Uncle Clifford] Wha--whatchu done conjured up now?
-[Duffy] 'Sup, y'all? -[Big L] Shit!
[Uncle Clifford] Ooh?!
[all speaking Luganda]
[Uncle Clifford] Where y'all ship these niggahs
in from, Wakanda?
[Duffy] You know I stay with hoes and bros
in all different area codes.
[Big L] What took y'all so long, maine?
[Duffy] They locked down I-55.
-Mm. -Protests.
[Uncle Clifford] Ooh-hoo!
They done brought the Vibranium, baby!
Hey, have 'em pull in alla this plastic thru the vestibule.
[Alan Scoop's "Shuma" playing]
[speaking Luganda]
Hey, hey. And- and make sho' they wear they masks.
Masks, masks, masks.
Mask, mask. Aye, mask. [speaks Luganda]
Chile, I don't know where these niggahs done been.
Toy...
[Uncle Clifford] This bitch.
Toy, ain't you done caused enough trouble already, hmm?
Unless you got some plastic or some hippos,
I don't wanna see yo' ass.
I brought somethin' betta.
[all greeting]
Awww. [laughing]
-Diamond? -Mhmm.
I thought you said you wun't gone
step yo' ass up inside The Pynk no neva eva mo'.
Well, y'all neva took me off that Pynk Posse group chat.
Said y'all need some extra hands, so...
[Extra-Extra] Mm, I'll take a layin' on a'them hands any day.
Keep on, guh, I'ma tell yo' husband.
[Extra-Extra mocking Uncle Clifford]
All right, y'all. Come on. Let's get this shit done!
[all cheering and chattering]
♪ Hati mwijje muzane, Hati mwijje muzane ♪
♪ Hati mwijje muzane ♪
[reporter] The governor has authorized the deployment
of up to 3,000 National Guard troops.
-[Gidget] Fuck! -[Keyshawn] Gidge,
what is goin' on?
Expressway's backed up worse than a bitch on Percocets.
Speaking of backed up, my last overdose,
I pult 22 pounds and three ounces of shit
out a niggah gut.
-Ugh, niggah. -Really, niggah?
Nobody wanna hear that shit, maine!
Aye, y'all be quiet. I'm tryna listen to the radio.
[radio crackles]
Aye, bitch, the fuck?
Turn back the mu'fuckin' dial!
[hip-hop music playing] Aye, aye, hey.
[Big Teak] Fuck is wrong witchu...
Shit, maine. Turn that--
[Lil' Murda] Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Y'all hear that?
Thass DJ Neva Scared.
Niggah, no it ain't...
[DJ Neva Scared] ♪ Money comin' out the Wazoo ♪
♪ I can't stop it, money comin' out... ♪
Niggah, yes it is.
This lil' niggah on the radio...
[DJ Neva Scared] Get 'em, Gidget.
Oh, my God, DaQwan. I'm, like, cryin'!
Me and Keyshawn wit' Lil' Murda 'nem, on our way
to Birmingham, and you're on the radioooooo!
I'm so proud-- Oh, bye.
Lil' niggah, you is glowin' up!
[DJ Neva Scared] Heyell yeah!
You could be glowin' up wit' me if you'd just
-flip me that mu'fuckin' feature, niggah. Like I said. -[Lil' Murda] Maineee..."
Look, aye, he gone slide it on to yuh.
Uh, uh, when you need it by?
-Niggah. -[DJ Neva Scared] Yesterday.
But, shit, I'll settle fuh tonight.
[Woddy] Bet, aight.
[DJ Neva Scared] Let's get this panera
in that panorama, my niggah.
Yuh, yuh, yuh!
Niggah, what the fuck?
We'on even know who it's wit.
[Woddy] Niggah, it don't matter.
Least yo' ass'd be on the radio.
'Sides, DJ Neva Scared,
you know, we got a relationship.
I hope you mean by "relationship"
that you gone get Murda some publishin'.
Yeah, niggah, what 'bout my publishin'?
We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Like I said, I done heard plenty of folk
done slid in a producer DMs just to get burnt for millions
on the backend fuh bein' too mu'fuckin' thirsty--
Maine, why don't you mind your bizness?
Ain't nobody asked you shi--
Can all y'all JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!
Teak...
[male reporter] Breaking news from City Hall.
[female reporter] We've just learned the city of Birmingham
has instituted a city-wide curfew
from 8:00 p.m. tonight...
-Curfew? What the fuck that mean? -[reporter] til 8am tomorrow.
[Woddy] Mean our night at Club Volcano
done blew the fuck up in our face.
-Fuck! -What?
Awww, I wanted to see you dance tonight.
All this shit cuz a niggah done got kilt, maine?
[female reporter] ...further antagonism
-between demonstrators... -[protesters shouting]
You know what?
[reporter] ...and law enforcement officials.
Naw, naw. We can still salvage this night, shawty.
Know what I'm sayin'?
Cuz we gotta keep celebratin',
even when the rest uh the world stoppin',
you know what I mean?
We gone kickback in that suite tonight!
Aye! Kickback! At the suiiiteee.
[female reporter] City officials are urging
everyone to stay at home
before the curfew goes into effect.
Aye, Gidge.
Can you turn it up?
[female reporter] ...be reminded of the 1963 riots
which brought this city to its knees.
The mayor is expected to make an official statement
at a press conference within the hour.
[Rubi Rose] ♪ All my real bitches ♪
♪ Put your middle fingers up ♪
♪ Let a niggah know that you don't give a fuck ♪
♪ I don't wanna talk, niggah, you ain't got enough ♪
♪ Gotta spend the whole thing, couple thousand ain't enough ♪
♪ Cap ass, wack ass, flexin' ass broke niggah ♪
♪ Swear you're gettin' money ♪
♪ But you're really sellin' hope, niggah ♪
♪ You ain't my type, Rubi need a whole GOAT, niggah ♪
[Farrah] Yas!
[laughing] Yaaas!
Man, how I wish I could do this shit.
Take yo' clothes off.
You're not gonna get me up there.
[Mercedes] Come on.
At least take off these shawts.
You need as much skin exposed so you can grip the chrome.
That's the only way to climb up to the top.
The pole needs your skin.
-What if I fall? -What if you fly?
Come on. I got you.
All right. Come on.
Now tuck.
-[grunts] -Tuck--uh-huh.
-[incoherent yelling] -Okay, aim back--aim back--
-Aim your head back. -[laughing]
-Guh-- -I told you!
Oh, this pole said, "Bitch, you thought?"
[exhales] Now, what did Cedric say?
Can your butt do the boom to the boom...
-Ooh! -Kitty kat boom boom.
Okay.
See there. You smack it, it don't jiggle.
It will never...
Oh...
Yeah.
Thass the twerk muscle right thur.
-[laughs] -You gotta release it.
I can't.
If you'd just get that stick outcho ass, you could.
Alright, do it again.
-Uh-- -Uh, uh.
-Is it--is it? -Uh-huh.
Oh, okay! There it go!
♪ Betcha won't shake dat ass ♪
♪ I betcha won't shake dat ass ♪
Yes, ma'am! [giggling]
I wanted to fucking hate you.
God, I really, really did.
And somehow, I found myself hating
myself, uh...
-Excuse me... -Hey...
Hey... You good?
Yeah, uh, sure.
Um...
sorry, I can't believe I'm standing up here
crying in front of a stripper.
[sighs]
Sorry. I-I-I-I didn't mean--
[Mercedes] You did.
But look who naked now?
You should go.
Coach gone be here soon.
Mercedes, he's flying outta Memphis.
Not in.
I'm the one who texted you.
I'm sorry for misleading you. I just...
never met a woman who could
hold her own weight.
Like you.
Well...
I fall.
I fall a lot.
[soft music playing]
♪ ♪
[both breathing heavily]
[Mercedes] ...Yeah.
Don't stop.
[moans]
[moaning]
[reporter] Protests are rocking the streets...
Yo' ass need to be out there, big as yo' mouth is!
Granmuva, errybody can't protest.
Some niggahs just need to keep the strip clubs open.
Hand me yo' finger.
Ow!
Unh-unh, heiffa, you need some sugar.
[speaking Luganda]
Only sugar I need is that Black Panther over there!
[purrs]
Yo' name must be T'Challa
with alla that goin on witcho tongue. [giggles]
It's actually Godfrey.
Oh, sh--heyell.
Ain't that a white name?
My husband lucky I'm a faithful bitch in the flesh.
But when he be inside me, I be cumming to Diamond.
Bitch, thass still cheatin'.
-Is it? -[Jupiter] I'on know,
but that niggah always been a lil' weird.
I heard he left because he went cray-cray again cuz of The War.
I heard he left cuz Keyshawn wouldn't give him no coochie.
I heard Keyshawn pult a gun on his ass
after her and her baby daddy got to fighting in the bathroom
and shot up the place.
[all yelling]
Murda Night was crunk as heyell,
but that tale so tall it's knockin' on the do' of heaven.
Thass what I heard, nanh.
[Big Bone] Heyell, from the likes of it,
Murda Night sho'll was a night to remember.
-[Diamond] I'll be back. -[Extra-Extra] Okay.
-[sneezes] -Oop.
-Unh-unh, we not doin' that. -Bitch!
[Peanut Butter] Tired hoe!
-You sickly? -[Toy sneezes]
[otherworldly whispering]
[tense music playing]
♪ ♪
[breathing shakily]
[water rippling]
♪ ♪
[breathing raggedly]
[Big L] Aye, Diamond.
Niggah, you aight?
Yeah... yeah.
Yeah, just--
takin' in this new look.
I ain't-- I ain't been here since--
[Big L] Yeah...
Uncle Clifford steady stay doin' the most.
Well, come on, maine, and bring on them filters.
[Wayne] The anarchists we're seeing on the news
are not welcome here.
Rioting and damaging your own communities
will only add further to the hurt feelings
we are all dealing with.
Now is the time
for everyone in the community to be exceptional.
Watch what that do for a niggah!
Chile, what YOU said.
Granmuva, you just stay ova thur.
I'ma brang you a plate, okay?
Well, if this gone be the last fuckin' supper,
I wanna sit in Jesus spot.
-[laughter] -Here you go.
[Wayne] But we will keep the peace
for all the folks in Chucalissa.
Curfew starts at 8:00--
-[overlapping chatter] -What?
That's in just a few minutes.
[Wayne] If you are stopped, you will have to pay
an immediate fine of $500.
-[all yelling and talking] -$500?
All--alright, all--hey, hey. Hey-hey-hey.
Y'all look, don't worry y'all lil' heads.
Okay, everybody just gone have to stay the night hure.
This inn got plenty'a rooms, you know.
Aye, there's a-- a couch ova in the office.
-One ova in Mercedes' room-- -Uhm,
I think it's best if we send everybody on home.
Guh, I'on want all these folks out in them streets--
-Now. -Aye.
We ain't even finished yet.
I'ma gone head 'n dip.
I gotta get the baby from Clancy ass.
You let Clancy babysit?
Gurlll, the DNA test say he is the baby-favuh. Tuh!
-Huh. -Yeah, I'ma gone head
-'n peace out too. -[Toy coughs]
[Patrice] I now y'all wanna burn this mutha down!
-[crowd] Yeah! -[Patrice] I do too.
I know y'all wanna make these streets run red
with some blood!
[crowd] Yeah!
[Patrice] I know y'all wanna raise some holy heyell!
-[crowd] Yeah! -[Patrice] Cause this heavy
inheritance of hate is like a knee on the neck
that Black folk can no longer bear by ourselves!
[crowd] Yeah!
[Patrice] But, Gawd is my shepherd,
and I know He protects the least among us.
Ooh!
I know that for a fact.
Tonight, we gone pray for Chucalissa,
for the dark soul of our country.
Tonight, we gone stay home with our families
and our friends.
May your
raaaage
strike a match that will be a light
in this dark night!
Cuz tomorrow is gone be
a new day in Chucalissa.
A change gone come, children.
Y'all be careful goin' home tonight...
[Whisper] Roulette, are you alright--
Yeah. Just gone go get my stuff.
[mellow R&B playing over news]
[Uncle Clifford] Ernestine, I'ma come wit yo' plate.
[Uncle Clifford] I'm coming! I'm coming!
Mm. Mm, mm, mm.
You look like a man who wife done just cheated on him.
[Andre] I am.
Well, dayum. Huh!
[music continues distantly]
♪ ♪
[Roulette crying]
[Duffy] You aight?
All this shit! It just--
It reminds me of my brother.
What happen to him?
Three years ago, 5-0 hemmed him up.
Was driving with a broken taillight.
They say he had a gun, but I know for a fact he--
Y'all always get away with this shit.
What was his name?
Demethrius.
We called him Meechie.
[Big L] Clifford got me runnin' round here
like a chicken with my head cut off.
I'm making flyers, I'm the handyman,
I'm burnin' up chicken.
And they want me to do security.
Thass why you need to bring yo' ass on back.
Nawww. Unh-uh. I'm good.
They lucky a niggah got that 'ssociates degree in AC.
I always wondered why you was the coolest cat
-in the building. -[chuckling]
Yeah, got that online degree when I was in the clank.
Sadly, nobody but, uh,
Uncle Clifford wanted to hire my ass when I got out.
[Diamond] Maine, if I was you,
I'd try to find somewhere else to work,
as hard as that might be right now.
I'on know how this club gon' survive this shit.
Naw, Diamond.
This right here,
prime mu'fuckin' real estate.
River to the west, rail to the east,
FedEx to the norf, and I-55 to the souf.
Long as The Pynk hure,
I'm hure.
And I'ma need some security like you
know where aaallll the bodies are buried.
Yuh feel me, maine?
[speaking Luganda]
[lighter clicks]
[Diamond] Mhmm, mhmm.
They workin' you like a slave, ain't it?
Naw, it might be fuh free, but it's fuh framily.
Seem like you a new addition.
[Big Bone] And seem like you part of the old.
I guess once you part of the Pynk Posse, it's forever, huh?
Diamond.
Believe me, I done got yuh name, baby bwoy.
The way them guhs up in there yappin' aboutcha.
What they sayin'?
[Big Bone] They sayin' a whole lot.
But ain't gone do shit.
Thass the difference 'tween me and them guhs up in thur.
-[Diamond] Yeah, that right? -[Big Bone] Mm-hmm.
Big Bone.
How long you been ridin'?
Ridin' bikes or...
[laughs nervously]
-The bike. -Long as I been ridin' horses.
Since I was yay high, been down in Texas.
I'on think that gone fit me.
Oh, you got a big head, huh?
I likes me a Einstein, nanh.
You should get on outta here 'fo that curfew come on down.
[Big Bone] I ain't the type of bitch
be worried about no curfew.
I drove my Dad 'nem crazy.
But me and you, we can break a curfew, nanh...
All night long.
I thank that one'll fit ya.
[engine revving]
You cumming...
or not?
[sirens wail distantly]
[text tone chimes]
[text tone chiming]
My mama amazing?
What the heyell?
[reporter] Darkness has descended upon America tonight
as chaos and destruction rage on
in the aftermath of the day's demonstrations.
With dozens of cities still burning,
the mayhem shows no sign of stopping
before morning finally arrives.
Over the course of the day, we've seen a stunning outpour
of emotions from Americans.
Fear and despair caused by the surging pandemic...
Murda, you wanna hit some of this big boy shit?
Naw, I'm good.
Aye, I'll hit that shit.
[Lil' Murda muttering]
[rap music in background]
♪ ♪
[coughs]
[laughter]
[Rome] Wake him up, maine!
Aye, niggah, it's almost midnight, ain't it?
Aight.
[laughter]
[reporter] ...being killed by the police went viral.
[Lil' Murda] Niggah, you skraight?
Huh?
Yo, this a turn up. You over here all turnt down--
Ain't you fosta be goin' back to the room to do yo' homework?
[reporter] There's no turning back the clock
on the uproar that's begun today.
I hate when you get like this.
Turn this shit off, maine.
[TV clicks off]
[Rome] Gidget, brang me one of them drank, baby.
-I got you. -Aight.
I gotta toast to baby girl,
Miss M-I-Crooked Letter- Crooked Letter,
cuz them Miss Sipp Lash took the Souf by storm.
-Cheers. -Haaaannnh.
I just wanna thank Rome fuh alla--
Why the fuck you turnin' off my mu'fuckin' TV, niggah?
Niggah, what? Unh-uh.
Did I just commit some, uh,
correctional facility faux pas or some shit?
Am I supposed to ask you for permission to turn off my TV
up in my own goddamn suite?
Shit, niggah. I'm over hure tryna toast shawty.
And I'm tryna watch the fuckin' news to see what's happenin'.
Maine, the same shit thass always happenin'.
Niggahs runnin' amuck tearin' up they own damn neighborhood.
And for what?
Somebody just fucking died, Rome.
-Tuh! -ON THE SKREET! AGAIN!
-[Woddy] Aye, aye, aye. -[Big Teak] AGAIN!
Let's brang it down a notch, maine.
-[Rome] Okay, yeah, it's sad. -We got the ladies, maine.
But what he do though?
Huh? What did that niggah do
-to bring this shit on hisself? -On hisself?
-[Rome] Yeah, niggah. -[Big Teak] On hisself?!
Cuz naw, hold on nanh. Cuz if the po-po done came,
that mean he done did somethin', right?
-[Woddy] Awwww... -And he a big-ass niggah.
He gotta be restrained.
[chuckles] Like my uncle always said,
uh-huh, "I'on know what they fightin' fuh.
[Rome] We the ones wit' the guns."
[Big Teak] So you backin' the blue?
-Hey, you wanna roll out? -Mhmm.
-[Rome] I'm just sayin'... -Let's roll out.
...that in the heat of the moment, shit get...
Excuse me, y'all, I'm just--
-...a lil' complicated-- -IT AIN'T COMPLICATED! NAW!
[Big Teak] SHIT AIN'T COMPLICATED!
Y'all need to let shawty on thru!
HE AIN'T BREATHING NO MO' CUZ OF THE PO-PO!
WE GOT IT ON FUIN' CANDID CAMERA,
AND IT STILL DONE GONE HAPPEN--
You need to calm the fuck down!
WHITE GIRL, YOU NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP
FO' YOU GET FUCKED UP!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -NAW!
Somebody come get the aaangry Black man
-makin' all this damn noise. -I'm not scared-a you.
BITCH, GET YO' PASTY ASS OUTTA MY FUCKIN' FACE!
-What are you gone do, huh? -BITCH!
-YOU BETTER-- -What you gone do, huh?
YOU BETTER GET YOUR WHITE-ASS OUT MY GODDAMN--
-I wish a-- -YOU WISH?!
-[Gidget] I wish a mutha--
-[table crashes] -[Gidget screams]
YOU WISH A NIGGAH WOULD?!
-[Woddy] What the hell, maine? -THAT WHAT YOU 'BOUT TO SAY?!
-YOU WISH A NIGGAH WOULD-- -A muthafucker would!
I'LL TAKE AWAY YOUR SOUL! I'LL TAKE YOUR GODDAMN SOUL!
[Big Teak] DON'T TRY ME, BITCH!
TRY ME!
[all yelling]
SAY IT TO MY FACE, BITCH.
Get this niggah on outta here, maine!
[Big Teak] NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. YOU KNOW WHAT I DO TO YOU?
[Gidget] He's fuckin' cray!
[Big Teak] YOU KNOW WHAT I DO TO YOU, GIRL?
I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YO' ASS!
-Hey. -[sniffling]
[Uncle Clifford] Y'all gone be all right.
Just errybody stay up in here.
Y'all lay y'all heads right on--
[screams]
Ooh, Chile! What in the Sam Hill is you doing up in hure?
[speaking Luganda]
Chile, me don't speak that African, chile.
[speaking Luganda]
-Huh? -[Whisper] Water hose!
[Extra-Extra] Fire man!
Ooo, y'all is bad at charades.
This maine need a restroom.
[all] Ohhhhh.
Behind the DJ--err, err--booth!
Err, err. You know-- the DJ booth!
Behind it. Mm-hmm.
Make sure you flush, nanh.
Now, y'all make y'allselves all comfortable.
Seem like somebody already has.
Whatchu--
What in the?
Hmm.
[uneasy music playing]
[sirens blare distantly]
♪ ♪
[helicopter rotors thrum]
[Lil' Murda] ♪ It's some money in this hoe ♪
-[siren stops] -♪ You know Murda in this hoe ♪
[Lil' Murda laughing]
♪ I say dance for me, I'ma throw some money in this hoe ♪
♪ Don't be playin' wit' it, get up on that pole and-- ♪
[urine flowing]
Niggah, you fuckin' up my vocal lay!
Don't you hear me recordin'?
A niggah had to piss.
You stay pissy.
[Big Teak] You'll be aight.
Just like you had to be a'ight when we was inside.
[reporter] What might have started out
as a set of peaceful protests
has devolved into full-blown anarchy.
-[gunshot] -[protesters shouting]
Using tear gas and rubber bullets
against rioters and looters, the police have made...
Whas wrong witchu?
[crowd screaming on TV]
Ain't shit wrong.
Quit lyin'.
[reporter] Not even the presence of the National Guard
can stop the riots.
I weep for this world, maine.
[reporter] ...where John Guthrie has been reporting
since the protests first began.
Just how much have things escalated in the past hour?
You need to quit watchin' this shit.
You tattin' yo' eyeballs and fuh what?
Person who filmed it gone have it worse than me.
Sometimes I-I-I wonder why
my mama even bothered havin' us.
Havin' me.
This world don't want a niggah, maine.
Not a good niggah, bad niggah,
rich niggah, poor niggah,
big niggah, dumb niggah,
pimp niggah, president niggah!
Don't matter what kinda niggah you become,
you still just a menace to society,
so you might as well prove 'em right then!
Or just disappear.
[shaky breathing]
[soft dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
But you?
You gone be a icy niggah...
Platinum niggah, bawse niggah.
I'm prouda you, maine.
Seein' all you 'complishin' out here with yo-yo-yo--
yo' mursic 'n shit.
Make me feel good knowin' that you--
you my one niggah that gone be aight.
[Lil' Murda exhales]
[heavy breathing]
Yeah.
[both groan]
I got you.
[siren wails distantly]
I got you.
[moaning]
[helicopter blades thrum]
[Gidget] I'll pay you back.
[Keyshawn] Only thing you need to do is call me
as soon as yo' ass get to Nashville.
[Gidget] You sure you gone be good?
[Keyshawn] I'll be fine.
-Mkay. -[both chuckle]
Bye.
[phone ringing]
[phone clicks]
You hadta get Becky ass up outta hure, huh?
She my bitch fuh life, but...
some folk you just can't talk to about everythang.
Yeah...
I'ma make Woddy fire that crazy-ass niggah.
Naw, don't do that.
Naw, I'on want that niggah scaring you like that again.
I wun't scared.
[Rome] Yes, you were.
I seen it on that pretty little face of yours.
You ever feel that way again,
you come to me.
Always remember, I gotchu.
C'mon.
[Andre] You know the funny part?
I wasn't as mad at her fucking her co-worker
as I was at her laughing
when I told her I was runnin' for mayor.
You wanna fuckin' run for mayor?
Of Chucalissa?
Okay, Britney Seagram-Watkins--
No. No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that.
I think it's kinda perfect.
What about you?
You gone stick around, watch me run?
Mm. Not if I get the right offer for this place.
[tense music playing]
While you were gone,
Corbin upped his offer to one million.
Uncle Clifford, I came as soon as I saw the text--
[shushing]
[Autumn] I can't keep this place open
a minute longer.
I gotta sell.
[Andre] So I can tell Corbin you gonna
take him up on his offer?
No.
Because him and Promised Land are offering
the same damn thing.
Before the pandemic hit,
they offered me a million dollars,
but I refused.
You know and I know,
this waterfront worth so much more.
[Uncle Clifford] No-no-no-no, naw.
Wait till corny niggah leave.
What Uncle Clifford rule 7.5?
No witnesses.
[Autumn] I bet they ain't never seen a Black woman
say no to a million dollars before.
But this one knows she worth ten.
I was willin' to wait 'til the referendum passed.
So you've always wanted to flip this property?
Of course. Wouldn't you?
You cold-blooded.
I'm a businesswoman...
...who knows the value of what I have.
[Uncle Clifford] Autumn Night!
Ne, Lakiesha Savage!
Ne, Hailey Colton, bitch!
You say you a businesswoman?
I gotcho business!
Go ahead.
Let me deal with this.
Here I was worried about outside folk,
and we had a thief in the temple the whole time
plottin' The Pynk's demise wit' yo' BOOTLEG OBAMA!
Yeah, bitch. We heard all of it.
You been tryin' to sell The Pynk this whole time?
Ooh! Ooh!
Ooh, but there but for the grace of Yves Saint Rona.
We didn't know how long this thing was gonna go for.
-Unh-uh. -Hell, we still don't.
For all we know, Woodbine wins
and wipes us out with one stroke of a pen.
-Then what? -My mama ain't got nothin'
to do with you being a goddamn liar.
What the heyell's goin' on out here?
[Uncle Clifford] This heiffa right hure tryna sell my club.
Wait, wait. Sell the club?
-[Uncle Clifford] Mm-hmm. -We just got
this shit up and runnin', maine.
[Autumn] We can't do this shit forever.
Everybody gonna have to find something else,
just like I did.
I want you to remember how you even
got in the position to buy this club, Hailey Colton.
But if you wanna get on your knees and get fucked
for a check, be my guest!
It's just a building!
[Uncle Clifford] Uh--what?! Oh!
Y'all can take the money
and move The Pynk somewhere else!
It's funny you talkin' 'bout it's just a buildin'
and yo' ass is livin' in the back like it's yo' damn house!
What? You told me you was stayin' wit' a friend.
"Friend"?
This bitch ain't got no fuckin' friends.
-[Extra-Extra] Mm-mm. -[Uncle Clifford] Or framily.
[Extra-Extra] Heyell naw.
[Uncle Clifford] Y'all open up my rule book and you gone see
AutumnNightLaKieshaHaileySavage face right next
to rule 29,763:
you be careful who you let through the do',
cuz you can't save erry sangle hoe.
[Extra-Extra] Preach, bitch, preach!
[Uncle Clifford] Come on, y'all.
Let's get on 'way from this heah heiffa.
-Beatcho ass! -[Uncle Clifford] Come on.
[Peanut Butter] Sorry hoe!
Now I see what Montavius meant
when he said you a easy bitch to love,
but a easier bitch to hate.
[The Temptations' "Papa Was a Rollin' Stone" playing]
♪ ♪
[Lauren] That hand sanitizer is more tequila
than anything else.
And those AC units are nowhere near
the MERV rating of 14 they need to be.
All I could get was eight MERVs, maine.
[Lauren] Y'all, I ain't wanna do this--
Then don't.
I'm just tryna do my job.
Just get yo' shit together,
so I can get my ass back up in there
and burn the rest of my stimmy!
Give that bitch dis shit!
♪ ♪
♪ It was the 3rd of September ♪
♪ That day I'll always remember, yes, I will ♪
♪ Cuz that was the day ♪
♪ That my daddy died ♪
♪ ♪
Who the fuck Cliff?
All that time you been out,
you ain't never write me no postcards...
♪ Momma just hung her head and said, "Son"... ♪
♪ Papa was a rollin' stone ♪
♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home ♪
♪ And when he died ♪
♪ All he left us was alone ♪
♪ ♪
Aye. Move, maine!
Maine, get the fuck outta my face!
Hey--
Niggah, I'unno whut on earff you did
to convince Tydell ole uglass
to fuh-sake his blooood offsprang
and leave you this house, huh,
but I hope you happy in this shithole!
"Last but not least,
"to my dear godson, Andre Watkins,
"I leave my home at 732 Deerfield Road.
May you always have a place to lay your crown."
♪ Folks say papa never was much on thinkin' ♪
♪ Spent most of his time chasing women and drinkin' ♪
♪ Momma, I'm depending on you ♪
♪ To tell me the truth ♪
Corbin, it's Andre.
You got some time?
Meet me at my campaign headquarters,
732 Deerfield Road.
♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home... ♪
[reporter] On this second day of unruly protests,
it's clear that the situation is going to get worse
before it gets better.
What we're seeing is more than just outrage
over that shocking cell phone footage
that sparked protests across the country.
[text tone chimes]
What we're seeing is a nation at odds with itself.
Long-standing tension between civilians and police
finally boiling over in an explosive fashion.
♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home... ♪
[reporter] A reckoning, it seems,
has finally come to America.
♪ ♪