[Mercedes] Aight, y'all, last week onP-Valley...
Jesse? Why you got Terricka's phone?
[Jesse] I pulled her over for underage driving.
You the raggedy bitch had Terricka in the driver's seat.
She a chile, Shelle!
Why didn't you keep me?
Wun't no court was gone give a stripper back her baby.
Big Teak can't come back out on the road with us.
Fuck you mean?
[Woddy] Niggah too buck, maine.
-[breathing shakily] -Niggah.
[gunshot]
I'm not okay.
[sobbing] I'm not okay.
Bill over there was trying to buy The Pynk for just 40K.
I'm gone be runnin' Promised Land.
Maybe now we can make you a much better deal.
Granmuva, yo' sugar normal.
So why you sweatin' like a hoe in church?
A hundred and two?
Keyshawn, stop already so I can get ready for this interview!
Why?
You're not gonna get it!
What you doing here?
[Terricka sobbing]
[Aretha Franklin's "Until You Come Back To Me" playing]
♪ ♪
♪ Though you don't call anymore ♪
♪ I sit and wait in vain ♪
♪ I guess I'll rap on your door ♪
♪ Tap on your, tap on your windowpane ♪
♪ I want to tell you, baby ♪
♪ Changes I've been going through ♪
♪ Missing you, listen, you ♪
♪ 'Till you come back to me ♪
♪ That's what I'm gonna do ♪
♪ Why did you have to decide ♪
♪ You had to set me free? ♪
♪ I'm gonna swallow my pride ♪
♪ I'm gonna beg you, baby ♪
♪ Please, please see me ♪
♪ I'm gonna walk by myself ♪
♪ Just to prove that my love is true ♪
♪ And all for you, baby ♪
♪ 'Till you come back to me ♪
♪ That's what I'm gonna do ♪
♪ 'Till you come back to me ♪
♪ That's what I'm gonna do ♪
♪ Living for you, my dear ♪
♪ Is like living in a world of constant fear ♪
♪ Hear my plea, I've got to make you see ♪
♪ That our love is dying ♪
♪ 'Till you come back to me ♪
-[child giggles] -[Beulah] Come over here, Clifford!
[Ernestine] ♪ That's what I'm gonna do ♪
Listen to Granny sing, Uncle Clifford!
♪ That's what I'm gone ♪
♪ I'm knocking on your door ♪
♪ Waiting on your steps ♪
♪ 'Till you come back to me ♪
[a cappella] ♪ That's what I'm gonna ♪
♪ Do ♪
[breathing shakily]
[uneasy, jazzy music plays]
♪ ♪
[eerie music plays]
♪ ♪
[gasping]
[soulful humming]
[echoing] It's time, mama.
[distorted words echoing]
Come rest and have yourself a drank.
[distorted words echoing]
Naw, baby.
Not now...
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[Ernestine breathing shakily]
[uneasy, jazzy music plays]
♪ ♪
[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 niggas 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 ♪
♪ ♪
[pensive music plays]
♪ ♪
[footsteps]
♪ ♪
[door clicks]
[creaking]
[Autumn] There you are.
We were s'posed to meet out front.
I thought you ghosted me.
[Uncle Clifford scoffs] Chile, I'm the last ghost
you need to be worried 'bout up in this hure building.
Ain't you s'posed to be at home?
[Uncle Clifford] Bitch, ain't that where I'm at?
It ain't just yo' house, heyell...
I done spent way more nights on them back couches than you.
I been making memories at the knees of grownfolks
in this club since I was yay high.
I made so many memories, chile, I'on even need to dream.
You ain't just bought yo'self a club.
[footsteps thudding]
You done bought yo'self some history.
Thass where my great-grandaddy Honeycomb
got shot over a craps game.
And thass where hisgranddaddy, Clyde,
would sit and drank a pint of corn liquor
after working the Kyle Fields til midnight...
And that stage right there,
thass where my Granmuva Ernestine
would open up her mouth
and let heaven and heyell pour out on a Saturday night.
[softly] Hmph.
Oh, this place is full of haints and unsung melodies, chile...
History is important, yes.
[birds chirping]
But so's the future...
Look-a here.
We done been at each other's throats for days now
and it ain't done nobody no bit of good.
Cuz I done run out of ideas short of killing you.
You wouldn't be the first to try.
That part.
Only thing left to do is to talk.
Bawse bitch to bawse bitch.
You ain't gone talk me out of selling, Clifford.
[Uncle Clifford] I know you thank this just some
swamp land with a crumblin' building on top of it.
But it's allI got.
This the only thang thass ever been given to me.
I can build me another shake junt.
But I can't build me no 'nother Pynk.
I didn't save this place off the auction block
just to watch it go down in flames.
But we done brought it all up to code,
pussy plastic, hippo filters and all!
How much longer 'til it's shut down again, huh?
I mean, look what just happened to Ernestine--
W-- You better keep my Granmuva name
outcho mu'fucking mouth!!!
[Autumn] Six feet!
You've been in close contact, correct?
[soft dramatic music plays]
Look, that referendum's gone pass
and that casino's gone come.
Me buying The Pynk was just prolonging the inevitable.
The best we can hope for
is getting what The Pynk's actually worth.
And how, pray tell, do you put a price
on the land my ancestors died?
We can start with 5 million.
That's what Promised Land just offered me...
♪ ♪
-I'm not gonna take it tho-- -Bitch, whuh?!
I mean, good.
But also, bitch whuh?!
Cause I want 10,
point blank period.
I'm gone get what you deserve, Clifford.
Your ancestors, too--
[scoffs] Naw-naw-naw-naw naw-naw-naw
what you not gone do
is piss in my mouf and call it Kool-Aid.
This ain't 'bout me, chile, or my ancestors.
-This 'bout YOU-- -[Autumn] Naw!
It's about the money that saved this club.
The moneyI lost my daughter over.
The moneythat was supposed to give us a new life.
This may not be my inheritance,
but right now it's my dream.
And I'm not gonna let it go to waste.
I can't do that...
Not to her.
But Hailey...
That baby gone.
[footsteps]
[door clicks]
[Mercedes] Hey.
So, Terricka sayin' she wanna
stay another coupla days.
I thought maybe we could give you some time.
[Shelle groaning] She done been there two nights already.
Shelle, girl. It's been three.
Let me hang wit lil' Mama till you get yo'self together.
[Shelle] Mm, you better make sure
she ain't wear no more floss.
And you make sho' youdon't go for no joy rides
after drankin' two cases of Moscato!
[call ended tone]
Hmm.
[kids shouting in distance]
[door creaking]
So, what you finna do?
Uhm... I-I'on know...
I already did that book report on that racist-ass Huck Finn.
Maybe we could get our nails did?
Or maybe I could paint my room.
Now I know you know I ain't talkin' 'bout no HGTV projects.
So. I'ma axe again.
-Whatchu finna do? -I'on know!
I--
[sighs]
[soft dramatic music plays]
But I've been craving some cookie dough shiver
with crushed Oreos and hot sauce on top.
Ooh, chile,
your ass sho'll is pregnant.
[whimpers]
♪ ♪
[dogs barking in distance]
C'mon. Let's gone get this TCBY.
Mm, can I drive?
Absolutely the hell not.
[scoffs]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[flame whooshing]
[breathes shakily]
[dramatic music plays]
-[pounding on door] -[Lil' Murda sobbing]
♪ ♪
[breathes shakily]
Niggah, I see it!
[gunshot echoes]
[whooshing]
[Ernestine coughing]
[Ernestine continues coughing]
[Ernestine gasping]
I... oh. I can't...
I can't drink...
I can't take nothing from the dead.
Yo, Miss Ernestine. Time to rise and shine.
Isaac Hayes, that you?
[Lil' Murda] Naw.
It's... LaMarques.
Whooo?
...Lil' Murda.
Oh! Ooh, chile. I like that bettah.
I'll call you that. [giggles]
-[struggles to breathe] -Damn, you clammy as heyell.
[coughing]
[Lil' Murda] Let's get some food in yuh.
Unh-uh!
That chicken and dressing Clifford made
gone take me before that Rona do.
Thass why I whipt you up sumthin' special.
Oooo, oh.
Smothered pork chop? Mmm.
-Candied yams? -Mm-hmm.
-Mmm. Collard greens and cornbread! -Mm-hmm.
[chuckles] Folks sayin' they lose it,
but I guess you still got yo' sense of smell.
Aww, baby, that's all the sense I got left.
[both chuckling]
[Ernestine] Uh... mm.
Mmm.
Mmm. OK, Chef Nee-gro-dee!
[laughing] I see yuh!
I aims to please.
Well, you bettah not please too much,
cause a ole bitch might get used to having you around. [giggles]
Awww, Miss Ernestine. Quit flirtin' with me now.
I'ain' the bitch I'm talking 'bout.
[Ernestine chuckling]
You might need tuh put a good word in for me with Cliff then.
Mm-hmm, well, you keep cookin' like that
and I will.
[chuckling]
You know what else I smell?
I got a peach cobbler in the oven.
[Ernestine] No...
[whispering] I smell death.
[eerie music plays]
I smelled it on you that night.
All that blooood.
♪ ♪
[employee] Attention, Piggly Wiggly shoppers.
[baby babbling]
Attention, Piggly Wiggly shoppers.
Hey. How 'bout some moon pies.
[Jayden] Moon pies.
Or some Ruffles? And hot sauce--
-You love that. -[Keyshawn sighs]
Hey, I-I've got an idea.
Why don't we go down to Jackson and the outlets tomorrow?
You could get those Prada booties
you been wanting for Regal.
[Keyshawn] Naw, she just gone outgrow 'em.
[Derrick] I-I'm trying here, Key.
[Keyshawn sighs] Uhm, Derrick,
I need to go get some more makeup for...
Okay. Just meet us at checkout.
Hey, come on. Come on.
I thought I might find you here.
I guess you decided not to use my gun, huh?
I... I tried.
But I can't.
I have the kids and I--
There are other ways to get out.
[baby crying]
[Derrick] Keyshawn!
[tense music plays]
I'm sorry, I gotta go!
♪ ♪
[baby crying]
[door opening]
Whew. Hello!
Granmuva Ernestine!
Lil' Homicide?
[heels clicking]
Chile, if this niggah done left my Granmuva
without her insulin...
Oh, Lawd! What if it's a carbon peroxide leak!
-Oh, this mu-- -[Lil' Murda] Sup?
You had a bitch thinking that there was a home invasion
and the Chucalissa Stranglah done got yo' asses.
Naw. Everything good, shawty.
Did you 'memba tuh take her temperature?
-101. -What 'bout her blood sugar?
-[Lil' Murda] 120. -And then what 'bout--
I did everything you had on the list, Cliff.
She good.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
I just... I don't know
how she got it, and I ain't...
This shit ain't got no rhyme or reason.
Drive yo'self crazy tryna find one.
-Wanna eat? -[Uncle Clifford] Mm-hmm.
Mmm. Mmmmmm!
[laughs]
I see why she ain't eat my chicken and dressing.
[Lil' Murda laughs]
[exhales]
So what's up wit' you and ole girl?
Mm, chile, that Autumn- LaKeisha-Robyn-Rihanna-Fenty--
she ain't dumb.
She done got them Promised Land crackers
to offer her 5 million.
33 percent, that's 1.65 million dollars fuh you.
What you said, Lil' Calculator.
You'on seem too happy 'bout that.
You think I'm crazy turning my nose up at all that scrilla?
Enh, money come and it go.
Let me find out them Tina Snow royalties already hittin'.
I mean, thank about it.
You already done swept 1.65 million
off the floor of The Pynk in yo' lifetime.
'Sides, can't take it witchoo.
I thought you said you choose the money over love.
I said I usuallydo.
But I done learned some thangs more important.
Most people don't even get close to getting
what they want in this life.
But you got it already.
[sucks teeth] Hm.
I don't got errythang.
Anyway, and here I am yip yappin' all this yin yang
about this trifling hoe.
How you doin'?
Aww, I'm skraight.
[Uncle Clifford] Hmm, you ain't sound like it
last night.
I heard you on the couch cryin' in yo' sleep.
I'on know what you talkin' 'bout.
[water running]
I'ma go get you a new change of clothes...
Since it look like you gone be stayin' here another night.
["WAP" by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion playing]
♪ There's some whores in this house ♪
[Terricka singing along] ♪ I said certified freak ♪
♪ Seven days a week ♪
♪ Wet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak ♪
-♪ Whoo! ♪ -[radio clicks off]
[Mercedes] I know you ain't talkin' 'bout
no weak pullout game in yo' condition.
Well, how do you think I got in this condition?
Clearly by being dumb.
But please, next time you decide to slip up,
let me know within 72 hours so you can hop up
on that Plan B situation.
Ohhh, so now it's okay to talk about sex?
Whatchu mean? We had the talk.
[Terricka] All you ever said was, "Keep yo' legs closed
to nappy-headed niggahs that only want one thing."
Well, thass still good advice.
Heyell, you ain't listen and look how you ended up.
You how many months pregnant and--
holdup.
How many months pregnant is you even?
See, if yo' period ain't reglah enough to know
when you're pregnant, then yo' ass shouldn't be havin' sex!
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
We not going to TCBY, are we?
Terricka, you runnin' outta time.
Time for what?
'Cedes, where we going?
-Jackson. -We goin' a hour and a half
to the TCBY in Jackson?
-It's just for a consultation. -Pull over.
[gagging]
Pull over!
We goin' to The Clinic...
-PULL OVER NOW!!!! -And that's final.
[tires screeching]
[truck horn honking]
[retching, coughing]
You ambushed me!
Yeah, cuz you been hiding out at my house for three days
and don't wanna tell me watchu wanna
do 'bout this baby!
Cuz I'on know!
Well, you better start knowin'--
I will! Just gimme a chance!
When? In the delivery room?
At the baby pre-k graduation?
When she go to prom?
When you gone decide?!
Just STOP!!!
Tee. Now, you gotta get serious about this.
Pregnancy life and death for us.
You know Serena Williams and Beyoncé
damn near died givin' birth?
-Died? -Yeah.
And they wun't no 14 with they hips barely set in.
Thass why we gotta go down to this consultation
down in Jackson at The Clinic--
Consultation or an abortion?
Cuz thass the only reason
why anybody pregnant go down to there.
It is... an option... to consider.
Well Jelissa said that Taylor said that her mama said
that getting an abortion gives you cancer.
Well, Jelissa, Taylor, and her bald-headed hoe mama ain't got
two brain cells between the three of 'em.
Ain't nobody get no cancer from an abortion.
[somber music plays]
Like I said,
we just need to see what yo' options are.
At the very least, get some damn pre-natal vitamins--
Pre-natal vitamins?
So you think I should have the baby?
Ain't nobody said that.
So you think I shouldn't have the baby?
I ain't said that neither.
-So what you sayin'-- -I'ON KNOW!!!!
♪ ♪
I just know we ain't got all the information yet.
So we gone go down to Jackson. Boffa us.
Now get in the goddamn car.
[sighs]
[phone buzzing, chiming]
[phone buzzing]
[phone beeps]
[Woddy] Aye, Murda, where the fuck you been?!
These promotors been blowing my shit up
since that Tina Snow track dropped.
Niggah, that shit up and stuck.
And the venues from the Dirty Dozen Tour
we had to cancel wanna rebook you.
[sighs] Back on tour again?
[Woddy] Yeah, niggah.
[Lil' Murda] Who gone be security?
That Teak shit awful, maine...
[Lil' Murda huffs] Guess na'an one of us needed to fire him.
He fired hisself.
[sighs] I...
think he woulda wanted you--
He still at F & G?
[Woddy] Yeah. Ain't no family come to get him yet.
Might have to put 'em in the pauper's grave.
[Lil' Murda] Naw,
ye'en gone have to do that.
HVH gone send him out like a kang...
[sniffling]
[loud thudding]
Aye, I-I gotta go.
What you up here doin', maine?
Mm.
[Uncle Clifford sighs]
Ooo! Who invited you up in hure?
I thought you fell out and had a heart attack,
all that noise you was makin'.
[Uncle Clifford] Chile, I'm just tryna find
somethin' to fit yo' skinny-swole tail.
[Lil' Murda] Just checked in on Ernestine.
She sound asleep.
So this is it, huh? Yo' secret lair.
[Uncle Clifford] Seen only by the few and the worthy.
Well, I hope one day I'm worthy enough.
Niggah, you already here, ain't it?
[Lil' Murda laughing] Daaammn.
I bet you used to stunt on 'em circa '02 in this joint.
Boy, bye.
Look, that belonged to the trade of Christmas past.
-[groans] -[sucks teeth]
[Lil' Murda laughing]
I ain't even gone ask.
Mkkay, Sisqo.
Who dat?
Whuh--
Niggah, I know who the fuck Sisqo is.
[Lil' Murda laughing] Yooooo.
This Gucci 234 B.C.?
[kisses teeth] Thass my first pocketbook.
I had this since I was three.
You had a purse even back then, huh?
[Uncle Clifford] Mm-hmm.
I used to wear this thang errywhere.
If anybody had anythang to say 'bout it,
you know, my mama, she would beat they ass with it.
Yuh. You can bet they sho'll ain't bothered me
no nevermore after that.
So you... you always been, like...
like this?
-Niggah, whatchu mean? -[Lil' Murda] Like...
like this.I'on...
I mean, I'on mean no 'fense, but...
What are you?
I'm Uncle Clifford.
What are you?
What the world won't let me be.
[softly] Hm.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Lil' Murda] You kept 'em?
Mmhhmm.
Which one yo' favorite?
"You look beautiful in...
red."
[Lil' Murda] That day 'fo I left,
you wouldn't even give me the time of day.
Wouldn't let me in.
I understand.
That shit hurt, didn't it?
[scoffs] Naw.
I'on get hurt.
Just disappointed.
You know I ain't mean for things to end up
the way they did.
[Uncle Clifford] What did you mean then?
You ask me what I am,
without even realizing all dat come along with that answer.
Hmph. Don't get me wrong, nanh.
I loves me some me.
But people don't understand how lonely it can be
to shine so bright.
Thass why I understand why you did
what you did on Murda Night.
You wun't ready to stand in the sun.
I just... niggahs I used to fuck wit'...
they was like me.
Y'know, we could pass.
Well, ain't no passin' wit' me.
[loud thudding]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Uh--Granmuva!
Granmuva Ernestine!
Granmuva Ernestine!!!
She ain't upstairs.
She gone?
[engine rumbling]
[Terricka] Oh, thank God!
I was boutta pee myself!
Squat, don't sit!
[soft dramatic music plays]
[girl speaking indistinctly]
You know I don't approve.
You KNOW I don't approve!
[Patrice] See, you always gettin' into sumthin' bad.
[Patrice] I don't know what to do.
[Patrice] I...
[Patrice] This a damn mess, Cedes.
[music playing softly]
Sooo where we sleepin' tonight?
I got a friend who finna let us stay on his pullout.
[sucks teeth]
Look, don't you roll your eyes at me.
I'm keepin' a roof over our heads.
Let's just pay so we can go.
I'm a lil' short.
Maybe you could, uh...
Do yo' thang.
Naw, Ma.
We good.
[Teenage Mercedes sighs]
What is that?
Money?
No, not that. The other thing.
Is that... a condom?!
-Ma-- -Who gave you this money?
-What you been doin' Mercedes?! -He's my boyfriend.
Cortez, he just take care of me.
Look like you take care of him too!
Ma, it ain't like that. He love me.
-Aahhh! -I ain't gone let you...
-be no hoe! -Ma!
-No! Ma! -You hear me, Mercedes?
-Ma! -No more Cortez!
-It stops today! -Ma, please!
Maaaaaa, please!
[indistinct yelling echoing]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
-[notification chimes] -Tell Keenan to stop playing
on yo' phone 'fore I roll up to his house.
-[Terricka laughing] -This Kelvin
some type of comedian, huh?
Kelon!
And he's an artist.
Aren't they all.
Seriously!
He drew this.
That's nice.
So you tell him where we goin'?
No...
So, you ain't told him you knocked up yet.
No... I did...
Then why his ass ain't driving you to Jackson?
Oh, thass right!
Cuz he ain't even old enough to drive!
He- he wants to keep the baby...
Oh, do he, now?
He said we could start our own family.
That he gon' take care of us.
Whatchu thank 'bout all that?
It sound nice.
Course it sound nice.
Words are easy.
Living 'em is hard, Tee.
How he gone take care of you?
He said he gone get a job.
Where? Who gone hire him at 14?
You can get a part-time job at 14!
His cousin has a job at Krystal's.
Part-time?
Do you know how much diapers cost?
We'll figure it out!
He loves me, 'Cedes.
Whatchu know about love?
Cause I'll tell you this:
it ain't making promises you can't keep.
Cuz Cortez sold me a whole heap of dreams.
'Till I told him I was pregnant.
Then he made it very clear we ain't never had love.
We ain't never had shit.
[Terricka] Looks like all you know about love
is what it ain't.
Prolly cause you ain't got nobody in yo' life
'cept the dudes you dance for.
And you just jealous cause I actually do.
[gasps]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Terricka] When I'm a mama,
I'm never gone slap my daughter.
Thass what I said too.
Granmuva! We gotta find her!
Granmuva!
What in the heyell?
Come on. C'mon!
[Uncle Clifford panting]
She goin' for a--
[water rushing]
-[crowd shouting] -[protestor] ABORTION IS...
[protestors] MURDER!
[protestor] ABORTION IS...
[protestors] MURDER!
[protestor] ABORTION IS...
[protestors] MURDER!
[shouts continue]
[protestor] WE CHOOSE LIFE! WE CHOOSE LIFE!
[distorted shouts echoing]
[protestor] YOU'RE GOING TO HEYELL!
[protestor] UNBORN LIFE MATTERS!
[protestor] THINK ABOUT YOUR SOUL!
[protestor] NO!
[protestor] DON'T KILL YOUR BABY!
-[distorted shouts echoing] -[protestor] YOU SHOULD BE
ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!
[somber music plays]
BLACK LIVES MATTER!
[ringing stops]
[Mercedes] All them pro-lifers only be pro-life
'till the baby be born.
Go on 'head, lil' Mama.
[tense music plays]
[Patrice] 'Cedes...
♪ ♪
[chanting continues]
[protestors] PRO-CHOICE, THAT'S A LIE, BABIES NEVER CHOOSE TO DIE!
[door clinking closed]
Miss Vernette, can you tell how far along she is?
[Vernette] Uh, gimme one sec, okay?
Let me finish gettin' my measurements.
All right.
14 weeks, 4 days. Right on the cusp.
[Terricka] Thass my baby?
[Vernette] Yes, dear.
[soft dramatic music plays]
[Terricka] So you just gonna...
suck it out?
If that's what you decide.
And you sure I won't get cancer?
Naw! Who said that?
There are risks if you decide to have an abortion.
Bleeding, infection, blood clots.
But guess what.
All of those risks are also associated with childbirth.
Hmm...
She gotta choose right now?
[Vernette] She'll have to wait the state-mandated 24 hours,
but yes.
The window is closing.
[birds chirping, river rushing]
[soft music plays]
[Lil' Murda] Miss Ernestine, no!
[Uncle Clifford] No! No, Granmuva!!!
-Granmuva Ernestine, no! -No! Granmuva!!!
[Ernestine] No! No!
No! Nawww!
Let me go!
-I gotta get to the water. -[Uncle Clifford] No. Listen.
You know you can't go wading in the Mississippi, guhhh.
-She'on look good, Cliff. -[Ernestine moaning]
I'm comin' Beulah. I'm coming to see you, baby.
Who Beulah?
♪ ♪
Thass my mama.
Please.
[Ernestine gasping]
We gotta get her home now.
I gotta get ready.
It's time.
No.
Clifford...
If you can't bring me to the water,
then bring the water to me.
Please.
Please...
[coughing]
Boy, where is you goin'?!
-[Ernestine] Please. -Okay. Okay.
[echoing] The water.
Please. The water.
♪ ♪
[Beulah] You can let go, mama.
[coughing]
-[voices echoing] -[Ernestine distorted] Be all right.
It'll be all right...
[Uncle Clifford distorted] I love you, Granmuva.
Oh... Ah!
[exhaling]
-[distorted voices] -Why? Why?
Ahhhh!
[distorted voices] Wanna go home.
[exhales]
Granmuva, Granmuva. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey. Hey, hey. Stay wit' us.
Hey, stay wit' us. Yeah, yeah. Uh-huh.
Her fingers blue, Cliff.
Oh, that can't be good!
Come on. We gotta get her to the crib.
[Uncle Clifford] Granmuva. Granmuva, come on.
Come on. We here, we here.
[continues speaking indistinctly]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
Somebody need to teach these bad ass lil' kids it's rude
to splash people ain't tryna get wet.
'Cedes, that's what kids do at the pool.
They splash.
[gasps] Guh, stop!
-I ain't playin' wit' you. -[Terricka laughing]
Whatchu lookin' at, R. Kelly?
She 14!
Thass right. Keep it movin'.
[kids shrieking]
[Mercedes] Take a look in that crystal ball right thur,
cause thass about to be yo' future.
I can just get Grandmama to babysit.
Tee, I done told you to stop callin' Patricethat.
Noooooo. Thass you.
What you wanna be?
Nana? Big Mama?
Thass a question I ain't ready to answer yet.
Now you know how I feel.
[Mercedes sighs]
How I'm about to be a grandmama at thirty?
Would it really be that bad?
Ask me when you thirty.
[Terricka] It could be nice.
I mean, you'd be there
for everything you missed with me.
But is that what you really want?
I mean...
I ain't sure, sure.
I'm still thinkin'.
[kids shrieking]
[mother] Sit still, boy.
Don't you wanna go to the prom?
Yes.
Don't you wanna see the world?
[Terricka] I mean... prolly.
Where would I even go?
[Mercedes] Anywhere you want!
Paris, Dubai, China even.
Have you ever been to China?
Mmm, no.
Why not?
No dude offered to flew you out?
Naw, they did.
But I turned 'em down.
Cause it woulda been too far away from you.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
I just don't know.
Okay, thank about it like this for a minute.
Forget about Kelon lil' lovesick ass,
forget about the baby,
forget about me.
What does Terrickawant for Terricka?
-[radio chatter] -[Ernestine coughing]
Almost there.
[Ernestine moaning] ...gone come back...
[Uncle Clifford] Leave it on, Granmuva.
I'm nevah gonna come back...
Granmuva, they gon' make you bettah.
I don't wanna die alone.
[sobbing]
I don't wanna. I don't wanna--
You not. Hey, hey, you not.
-[Ernestine sobbing] -I promise. I promise.
[EMT] Oxygen done fell to 85%.
We have to go, sir.
It's ma'am.
Say goodbye, Cliff.
-[Ernestine whimpering] -[Uncle Clifford] Mbye.
Mbye.
[radio chatter]
Let's go.
[doors closing]
[siren wailing]
-[Terricka struggles] -[Mercedes scoffs]
Could we go by the outlets while we out here?
My good jeans a little too tight
and they won't button up no more.
Cause yo' ass pregnant.
Time's up, Tee! You gone haveta tell me
whatchu gone do 'bout this baby.
I'on know.
See? Thass proof positive
that yo' ass ain't ready to be no mama.
You the one to talk.
Excuse me?
You ain't got no right to tell me
if I'm ready to be a mama or not
when you were never a mama to me.
They wouldn't let me.
Patrice, Shelle, the judge.
So they the reason why you missed all those visitations?
They the reason why you didn't come
to my 7th birthday party at the roller rink?
If you knew the things that I done done for you...
to finally get that gym.
Thass been the missing piece.
I can finally prove that I ain't just no hoe up on a pole.
So why you still don't have me?
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[mouthing] Help me, God.
Tee, I'm tryin'...
You ain't never have to prove nothing to me.
I just needed you to be my mama.
Like I said,
I been tryin'.
[Terricka] Well, it's too late!
I'm having a fucking baby.
But it's all right.
Cause I ain't gone be like you or Shelle.
I'm never gone have my baby wondering
if I wish I had an abortion.
I ain't gone drink 'til I blackout to forget she exists.
You right, Tee.
I fucked up.
A lot.
So...
You did want an abortion?
[Mercedes] I'd be lyin' if I said
I ain't never consider it.
But that's all I ever did was consider.
Cause Patrice ain't give me no choice.
She made me have you.
And you know what?
I'm thankful every day.
Cuz sometimes God uses the devil
to give you yo' blessings.
All I ever wanted was for you to have choices, Terricka.
And to make 'em for yo'self.
[crying softly]
Do you think anybody's ever ready for this?
No.
We both know I wun't.
We got a lotta lost time to make up fuh.
So...
What you wanna do about your room
when we get home?
You mean for the baby?
No. For you.
What color you wanna paint it?
Hm? Green?
How you know?
[sniffs]
Cuz I'm yo' mama.
♪ ♪
[Uncle Clifford crying]
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
-[Sisqo's "Thong Song" playing] -[Sisqo] ♪ You know... ♪
♪ The finer things in life ♪
-[perfume spraying] -♪ Hahaha, check it out ♪
-[Lil' Murda laughs] -Boy...
[chuckles] You bettah take all dat off!
♪ And you know another niggah couldn't handle it ♪
Be careful what you axe fuh up in this hoe.
♪ With a look in your eye so devilish ♪
♪ You like to dance, all the hip-hop spots ♪
-Uh-huh! -[laughing]
[Sisqo] ♪ And you cruise to crews like connect the dots ♪
-Watch that, nahn. -[Uncle Clifford] Wh--
-[Lil' Murda] Mm. Uh-huh. - ♪ Livin la vida loca ♪
-Mm. Look out! - ♪ She had dumps like ♪
-♪ A truck, truck, truck ♪ -Oh! Okay.
Teach me how to Machiavelli.
[Uncle Clifford] Niggah, I'on do that.
-[laughing] -I don't do any--
♪ I think I'll sing it again ♪
♪ She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck ♪
[Uncle Clifford] Uh--uh. Unh-uh. Uh, no-no-no.
No, no. And I certainly don't do that.
♪ Let me see that thong ♪
-You don't? -[Uncle Clifford] Unh-uh.
Yeah? Show me how you do it then.
-I do it like... -Yeah, fuck it up!
-I do it like AYE! -Yeah, fuck it up!
Yeah, fuck it up! Yeah, fuck it up!
[Uncle Clifford] Aye!
Ah!
[both laughing]
-Sisqo? -This mu'fuckuh
think I ain't know who Sisqo is...
-[music stops] -[both laughing]
I said I got somethin' fuh her ass!
-No. N-- -[both laughing]
Ah, shit.
[soft dramatic music plays]
[Uncle Clifford whimpers]
♪ ♪
[exhales shakily]
[whispers] Oh, my God.
[Kendrick Lamar's "LOVE" plays]
[Zacari] ♪ Give me a run for my money ♪
♪ There is nobody, no one to outrun me ♪
♪ Give me a run for my money ♪
♪ Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely ♪
♪ Livin' lovely ♪
♪ Just love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ I wanna be with you, ayy ♪
-♪ I wanna be with ♪ -[Zacari] ♪ Just love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ I wanna be with you, ayy ♪
-♪ I wanna be with ♪ -[Zacari] ♪ Love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ I wanna be with you ♪
[Zacari] ♪ Love me, just love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ If I didn't ride blade on curb ♪
-♪ Would you still ♪ -[Zacari] ♪ Love me? ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ If I minimized my net worth ♪
-♪ Would you still ♪ -[Zacari] ♪ Love me? ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me ♪
-♪ Than to ♪ -[Zacari] ♪ Love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ Keep it a whole one hund' ♪
♪ Don't got you, I got nothin' ♪
♪ Ayy, I got somethin', somethin' ♪
♪ Hold up, we gon' function ♪
♪ Ayy, no assumptions ♪
-[Uncle Clifford] Put this on. -We'on need that.
You good?
Yeah.
Hm, like, negative, good-good?
[Lil' Murda] I'm good.
'Sides, I wanna feel you inside me.
[Zacari] ♪ Livin' lovely ♪
♪ Just love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ I wanna be with you, ayy ♪
[Zacari] ♪ Just love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ I wanna be with you ♪
[Zacari] ♪ Just love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ I wanna be with you, ayy ♪
-♪ I wanna be with ♪ -[Zacari] ♪ Love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ I wanna be with you, ayy ♪
[Zacari] ♪ Just love me, just love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ Feelin' like Tyson with it ♪
♪ Knock it out twice, I'm with it ♪
♪ Only for the night, I'm kiddin' ♪
♪ Only for life, yeah, homie for life, yeah ♪
♪ Only for life, let's get it ♪
♪ Hit that shoulder lean ♪
♪ I know what comin' over me ♪
♪ Backstroke oversea ♪
♪ I know what you need ♪
[both moaning]
♪ Already on ten, all money come in ♪
♪ All feeling go out ♪
♪ This feeling don't drought ♪
♪ This party won't end ♪
[both moaning]
♪ If I didn't ride blade on curb ♪
-♪ Would you still ♪ -♪ Love me? ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ If I minimized my net worth ♪
-♪ Would you still ♪ -[Zacari] ♪ Love me ♪
[Kenrick] ♪ Keep it a hundred ♪
-[Lil' Murda moaning] -♪ I'd rather you trust me ♪
-♪ Than to ♪ -[Zacari] ♪ Love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ Keep it a whole one hund' ♪
[Uncle Clifford] I gotchu.
♪ Don't got you, I got nothin' ♪
[both moaning]
[Zacari] ♪ There is nobody, no one to outrun me ♪
♪ So give me a run for my money ♪
♪ Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely ♪
Fill me up, niggah.
[Zacari] ♪ Livin' lovely ♪
♪ Just love me ♪
[both moaning]
[Kendrick] ♪ I wanna be with you, ayy ♪
-♪ I wanna be with ♪ -[Zacari] ♪ Just love me ♪
[Kendrick] ♪ I wanna be with you ♪
[Zacari] ♪ Love me, just love me ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[Mercedes] You got everythang?
Make sure you don't forget yo' charger.
Can't text Kelon lil' ass wit a dead phone.
No, I got it.
Aight.
So what you think I should do?
Unh-uh! Thass yo' decision.
[keys jingling]
Chucalissa or Jackson.
It's up to you.
I could go either way.
[pensive music plays]
♪ ♪
[car door closes]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
How come you let me back inside?
[Uncle Clifford exhales]
Cause you needed me...
And I needed you.
[gentle music plays]
[Lil' Murda crying]
-The other night-- -[whispers] Hey, hey, hey, hey.
[whispering] Unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh.
♪ ♪
Only when you ready.
♪ ♪
Only when you ready.
♪ ♪
[whispers] I gotchu.
[retro cartoons playing on TV]
[Mercedes laughs] [quietly] Oh, my gosh.
You think this shit funny?
Hey!
Yeah. It's classic.
I'on know 'bout all that.
[Pastor Woodbine on TV] This is the reckoning
that my Lord hath promised.
The soul of Chucalissa is on the line.
-Where's the remote? -Naw, it's okay.
She just noise.
The only power she got is the power we give her.
[Pastor Woodbine] Speak truth to power on judgement day.
Vote Woodbine for mayor
and "no" on the casino referendum!
Mama?
Hm?
[pensive music plays]
You think I'm gone burn in hell?
♪ ♪
If you do,
I'ma be right there witchu.
♪ ♪
[doorbell rings]
[tense music plays]
[door opens]
♪ ♪
[Derrick] Do I know you?
[Autumn] I'm an old friend of Keyshawn's.
Derrick, thass Autumn.
Me and her used to work together at the club.
Huh...
Well, I was at the outlets in Jackson,
and I couldn't stop myself from picking up
a little something for baby Regal.
-[baby crying] -Aww.
She knows she can't sleep nowadays.
Can I?
Sure.
Awwww.
Hi.
I'm gonna tell you a story, Regal.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Hailey
who belonged to no one.
Who never had her own home.
And she walked the deep, dark woods
searching for shelter from the constant storm.
Until one day, a baby fell out of the sky.
And suddenly, all her dreams came true.
She had a family.
And she swore she'd do anything to protect it.
[eerie fairytale music plays]
But that's when she met the Hunter.
And he built her a three-story McMansion
with marble counters
and kept her in gowns spun with Yves Saint Laurent silk.
Hailey thought she had everything she ever wanted.
But one night,
beneath the slanted light of a crescent moon,
she saw his teeth were actually knives,
his eyes hungry, ears tuned
to her truth and her lies.
She was trapped.
But one thing she carried with her
were bags of plastic filled with her tears.
She poured them out, making a river
that flooded the whole forest.
She could swim.
Her baby could not.
Her tears drowned her baby.
All because she waited too long.
[eerie fairytale music plays]
♪ ♪
Autumn,
like...
what are you talmbout?
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Regal] Mama.
Look up Hailey Colton.
And call me
when you're ready to learn how to swim.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪