Original subtitles

- Previously on "The Family Business: New Orleans."

- You know what the ramifications of that are.

- Savannah's Club. How much? - It ain't for sale.

[gunshot] [people screaming]

- Well, the kids and I came down to New Orleans.

- New Orleans? What the hell are you doing in New Orleans?

- Next stop, New Orleans.

- I love you, and that will never change.

I'm gonna go downstairs and get dressed now.

- You know what? Fuck you, Floyd.

All I wanted was $50,000 to keep my mouth shut.

You just gave me 100,000 reasons to go see Jean LeBlanc.

[upbeat jazzy music]

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- ? All I know is my mama ?

? All I know is my kin ?

? All I know is my family ?

? Burn the city down about them ?

? Gave the Lord my troubles ?

? God forgive me my sins ?

? But when it comes to my family ?

? Burn the city down about them ?

? Turn the lights out ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? 'Less the family in it ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? 'Less the family in it ?

? Turn the lights out ?

? ?

- ? S-shaped like a treble in the bass ?

? Wanna grab her by the waist ?

? 'Cause I love it when she tilt it up ?

? Champagne by the case, wanna pour it in your face ?

? Every time you stick the booty up ?

? My money long, bitch, I deserve to fuck some ?

? Said she a good girl I said the bus coming ?

[muffled hip-hop playing]

- Whoo.

I gotta give you credit, my brother.

- [sighs]

- I knew muscling in on Red's business would be good,

but never in a million years

did I think it'd be this damn good.

- Yeah, it's good.

But it's chump change compared to what they making

over there at the Blues.

And then think about what they going to make

tomorrow night at that masquerade ball.

- Oh. - They gonna kill it, man.

- Wifey said they gonna make

$1/2 million off that ball alone.

And that's not even including the money

they gonna make off of gambling.

- Shit.

- That place is a fucking gold mine.

- Think about how much money

we can wash through that motherfucker.

- [sighs]

[muffled hip-hop playing]

Let's do it.

We can take down Big Shirley like that.

She ain't got no muscle. - Hmm.

- Only one that's a threat is Floyd.

And shit, me, Kendall, or Prince can handle him.

- Mm.

There's a couple things I want you to think about saying.

[clears throat]

Number one, Marquis ain't no slouch.

- [sucks teeth] - Think about his family.

They been thorough.

Second thing, Big Shirley, that bitch is crazy.

Do your research on her now.

That bitch got more bodies than a graveyard.

And the most important thing to consider,

Big Shirley has the new mayor, the sheriff,

and half of the aldermen in Gator Lake on her payroll, bro.

We go after their little golden goose,

well, they gonna be on our ass.

We do the same thing that we did with Red's.

We be patient.

Next thing you know, just like Red's,

Midnight Blues will be mine.

Tell him.

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- See? - [sighs]

- That's why you the boss. - Ha.

- Coming in?

- Nah, bro.

Gotta go get fitted for this costume.

You know Marie been bitching about this for months, bro.

[laughs] Gotta be ready.

We ain't making no money. Might as well have some fun.

- All ready. - Crisp.

- In the building.

[suspenseful hip-hop music]

[machines chiming]

- Hey, don't take all our money now.

- Marquis! We'd like a word with you.

- Neighbors.

How y'all doing?

What, y'all taking a break from farming, you know?

You gonna get the buffet? - We don't want no damn buffet!

We're here to talk about business.

- One of your customers ran into our cow pasture fence,

tore it up.

- Listen, we'll fix it.

Put it on the monthly inconvenience pay.

- That $5,000 you give us each month and fixing the fence

ain't gonna cut it.

This is more than an inconvenience!

- And why is that?

- Because your fucking drunk-ass customer killed Sam.

- Oh, fuck.

Somebody got killed?

- Sam wasn't just somebody to us.

Sam was family.

- My condolences to you guys.

Have you guys contacted the law yet?

- We thought we'd talk to you first.

Figured you'd want to do the right thing.

- Yeah, for sure. Definitely.

I'll talk to my mom and my uncle

and we'll take care of everything.

- Good.

'Cause Sam was special.

I'm sure there's never gonna be another bull like him.

- That's right.

- [laughs] Did you- did you say a-

a bull, as-as in a- as in a cow?

- Yep.

$150,000 worth of stud bull.

- $150,000 for a fucking bull?

- Yep.

- And we all know you ain't supposed to have

all that commercial traffic around here.

You ain't zoned for that.

So unless you want things to get ugly,

I suggest you compensate us for our loss.

- I'm not sure what you mean by "things getting ugly,"

but I don't take too well to threats.

You should know that by now.

- Everything all right?

- Everything is just fine.

These two fine gentlemen

was just getting the fuck out of my casino.

- This ain't over, Marquis.

You'll be hearing from my uncle, the alderman.

And we'll see who's shit out of luck.

- That's great. Get the fuck out of my casino.

Thank you.

[tense music]

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- The hell was that about?

- I don't know, Dice.

I think I just stepped in some bullshit.

It's bullshit, man.

[upbeat hip-hop music]

- ? Pull up in a whip ?

? Get on your dance, looking clean, whoo! ?

- Hey, what's up, Cocoa. Can a brother get a dance?

- Sure, baby. You know where to find me.

- Look at that. Whew.

- Don't worry about it, girl. I got it.

Crescent boys.

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- Together, forever.

- Miss Thing. - Wait.

That's the one. I like her.

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- Man. A-ha!

I want my name tattooed right there.

- Nice. - Whoa, Saint.

Sam, brother. - What up?

? ?

- Boss man. Man of the hour.

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Yo, Saint!

Finally you can meet my man, Chino.

He really took care of me upstate.

Chino, Saint right here.

- Aw, wait, you don't gotta introduce me to your brother.

Saint was living in Angola when I was, uh-we moved up.

Your brother's a living legend.

He used to run the whole place.

What's up, Saint?

- Shit. Look around, Chino.

Shit. - Everything good. Yeah!

- Good to see you made it back home in one piece.

Angola ain't no joke.

- You ain't joking, bro.

Well, you look good.

I see Jean's, uh, taking good care of you.

- Always.

So you wanna join the family or what, Crescent boys?

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- Well, uh, your brother here

promised me a lot of bread and, uh,

and all the fine women I can fuck.

- That right? - So let me think about it.

Hell yeah, man!

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Thanks, bud.

[snaps fingers] You remember, uh, what was her name?

[speaking Spanish]

Bro, the stripper from the Fifth Ward.

The-the really friendly one with a big, fat ass.

- [softly] Chino.

- Before I went upstate,

everyone would go over there and smash that ass.

Boy, that chick had the nicest pussy.

- Shh-shh-shh!

- Do you know whatever happened to her?

- Chino, Chino, Chino.

- I married her.

[tense music]

- You're married?

? ?

Nah, man. [laughs]

You're fucking with me, bro.

I know you ain't gonna marry no-

[fists impacting]

- Saint, Saint, Saint, Saint! He didn't mean nothing by that!

- Was you about to call my wife a ho? Huh?

- Saint, he didn't mean nothing by that!

Chino! You didn't know you was married, did you?

- [groaning] No. I didn't know, I didn't know!

- He didn't know you was married.

- I've killed motherfuckers for less, Prince!

You know this!

- I know.

And he deserved to be dealt with right now.

[Chino coughs[

Chino about to start moving some of that weight

Sebastian's bringing from Florida.

And we ain't trying to fuck up Jean's plan, are we?

Huh?

This is business. [Chino coughs]

Together.

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- You even think about my wife again,

I promise, motherfucker, you gonna be gator food!

From here on out,

you owe 20% of everything you fucking make, comprende?

- Yeah, yeah. - Good.

Get the fuck out of my face!

- [wheezing and groaning]

? ?

- Oh, I know that look.

That's the look of a motherfucker

that ain't gonna let shit go.

And ain't no way I'll be looking over myshoulder

for the rest of my fucking life.

[gunshot]

[people screaming]

Anybody else got something to say about my wife?

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[tense music fading]

[mellow hip-hop music]

? ?

- ? Ain't nothing matter right now ?

? Finna go lovin' a boo, save that for two ?

? Yeah, and I gotta let go ?

? Why would they know what they do ?

- I'm getting tired of that.

Please, can you please play,

what, some Miles Davis or some of that?

Some-some Louis Armstrong, some Satchmo.

- Satchmo. - [cackles]

- Oh, y'all don't know shit about Satchmo.

- They don't know nothing about no Satchmo.

- OK, OK, OK. We got you, we got you.

- You're killing me and your dad back there with this shit.

- We switching it, we switching it.

- Thank God.

- Oh, oh! Hey, hey, hey! - New Orleans, here we come!

- Here we go! [all cheering]

[upbeat jazz music]

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[distant car alarm]

[suspenseful music]

? ?

- ? Aces don't make dollars, too ?

? Never chase the money, let it follow you ?

? And I'm homecoming ? let 'em swallow you ?

? Stack, stack, stack, stack, that's what I'm gonna do ?

? Make sense, don't it, make dollars, too ?

? Never chase the money, let it follow you ?

? Then I'm homecoming ?

? They gonna swallow you ?

? Stack, stack, stack, stack, that's what I'm gonna do ?

? Baby mama plyin' on me, too ?

? Told her go ahead, you do what you gotta do ?

? As long as she know ?

? I'm gonna do what I gotta do ?

? It's only one me ? - [chuckles]

- ? It's a lot of you, ooh, dang ?

? Aces don't ?

- You look so sexy.

- Not nearly as sexy as you.

I love you, Marie LeBlanc.

- And I love you more, Jean LeBlanc.

- ? Never chase the money, let it follow you ?

- Stop. - [chuckles]

- ? They gonna swallow you ?

? Stack, stack, stack, stack ?

? Turn the lights on ?

? ?

[upbeat jazz music]

? ?

[indistinct chatter]

- I don't mean to be nosy,

but that right there has trouble written all over it.

- Well, maybe I like trouble.

- Marquis, Marquis, great party.

- Thank you. [chuckles]

[Lauryn chuckles]

- Yeah, she's cute, but with a ring that big,

you know her husband's not far away.

- Hmm.

- I'm just saying, cousin. You better watch your back.

Or should I watch it for you?

- No.

I think I got everything under control.

But I appreciate it, though.

- Of course. That's what family's for.

- [chuckles]

- But I'm 'bout to go get my drink on.

You want something? - No, I'm good.

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[sighs]

? ?

- Hey, if it ain't the most prolific couple

in all of New Orleans.

- [sighing] Ah, Mayor.

- I wanna offer my sincerest condolences

on the unfortunate events of your brother.

As a man in your line of work, you know how...

those gators can be very ravenous.

- Hmm.

What kind of work would that be, Mayor?

- Well, I mean-

- What the mayor means is, uh,

because your construction company

is so close to the swamp, uh,

your men are bound to run into gators.

- [chuckles] - That's exactly what I meant.

Good job, Chief.

- Gators. - Yeah.

- [laughs] - Gators.

- Well, let me be honest with you two.

I don't think alligators killed my little brother.

- Well, I mean,

that's where the, uh, investigation went.

Unless you have more evidence.

I mean, I hope you're not thinking about

taking the law into your own hands, Mr. LeBlanc.

- Do I look like that kind of guy, Mayor?

- No, no, certainly not. I mean-

look, I'll have Sheriff Clay do some more digging personally.

- [chuckles] You do that. [sighs]

It's good to finally see our civil servants doing their job.

Isn't that right, love?

- Absolutely.

- Stunning couple.

Just- - Mayor...

underling...enjoy.

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- Well, I guess, Sheriff,

you pay off that coroner like I said?

- Yes, sir, I did.

- Good, 'cause I don't want that Pierre LeBlanc shit

blowing back in our faces.

The man is a miscreant and he's a dangerous one.

Now where's the restroom?

'Cause I wanna wash that man's filth off my hands.

- Right over there.

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh.

Hey, man, watch where the fuck you going, man. Shit.

- Excuse me, fratello. My bad.

? ?

[laughs] Excuse him, Lord, for he knows not

who the fuck I am.

[laughs]

? ?

[indistinct chatter]

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- Damn, Curtis.

I ain't seen you dressed up so sharply before, man.

You look good.

- You know what?

Next time, warn your brother when you wanna play dress-up.

- [chuckles] Come on, cuz.

It's New Orleans. It's what we do, you know?

Parties, dress-up.

It's a lifestyle.

It's the only place you can be whoever you want to be

and nobody at the same time.

You'll get used to it.

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- Attention, everyone. Hi.

- Hey. [applause]

- Hi. Now, you all should know

that the Midnight Blues is the place to be.

- That's right. [cheers and applause]

- And if you don't know, after a few more drinks, you will.

[laughter and applause]

- With that being said, thank you, Mo.

I would like to introduce the woman

who put this all together, who needs no introduction-

- No matter what.

- My sister. - My cousin.

- Ms. Shirley Duncan!

[cheers and applause]

- Good evening, everyone,

and welcome to our yearly masquerade event.

- Yes. [cheers and applause]

- And we would not be the Blues without you all.

- Mm.

- So tonight, the drinks are on us.

[cheers and applause]

I can't say the gambling is, though.

[laughter] - Boo! Boo.

- Boo. - Y'all enjoy yourselves now.

[cheers and applause]

Have a good time. - Yes.

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- Why, thank you.

Mm-hmm.

- [clears throat] Excuse me, Mademoiselle.

May I have this dance with you?

- [laughs] Oh, no, thank you. I only dance with my husband.

- Ah.

Well, I am sure he would not mind.

But then, again,

a man just might kill a motherfucker over you.

[laughs] - Larry?

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Tonight I am Cyrano, Cyrano de Bergerac.

- Oh, what are you doing here?

- Oh, baby, I would follow you to the ends of the Earth.

Let's go dance.

I love you like food, sitting over here looking like a snack.

- Baby, give me a minute. I'll be right back.

- Uh-uh, no, no, no.

Mister, where do you think you're going?

- I was just gonna go get us a drink.

- No, drinks can wait.

We haven't had fun like this in forever.

- You didn't think I still had moves like this, did you?

- [chuckles] Why would you call them that, old man?

- Ah.

- I thought you stepped on a tack.

[laughter]

- That's cold, even for you, Marie.

- Oh. - And you got jokes.

I'll give it to you.

- What I'm not joking about,

spend some alone time tonight with my man.

- Hmm.

Really? - Mm-hmm, 'cause I missed you.

- Listen to me for a minute.

I need you to focus.

- Mm-hmm.

- I really, really want to spend time with you.

I love you, Marie.

And I know that work has been taxing on our relationship,

on our marriage.

- Mm-hmm.

- But I am so close to something special, baby.

I can feel it in my heart.

- And I'm all for that, Jean.

I'm the same girl who hid the gun and the coke from the cops

that first night we met.

I have always been ride-or-die for you.

I just need you to slow down

and let your girl in the car before you pull off.

- Ah.

I understand. - OK.

[smooth jazz music]

[upbeat jazz music]

? ?

[hand pats] - [sighs] Are you crazy?

Somebody might see you.

And I'm sure I saw your husband lurking around here somewhere.

- Yeah, he's in the building.

But that ain't never stopped us before.

Besides, my break is coming up.

So if we just so happen to sneak inside,

I don't know, a supply closet?

- [chuckles] Whew.

- I'm sure nobody would even notice my absence.

- [takes deep breath]

You are bad.

[exhales] Like, really bad.

- Yeah.

But when I'm bad, I can be so good.

- Hmm.

OK, well,

how about instead of a closet, you can meet me in my office

in about, what, ten minutes?

- I can't wait. See you in ten.

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- [sighs]

- Yo. Yo, man. Come on, man.

Yo, yo, get your hands off me, man.

Hey. - Calm down.

- Come on, man. Get your hands off me, man.

- Calm down. - Hey. What's going on?

- I caught him out back.

Trying to sneak in one of the side doors.

- Floyd, will you tell this wannabe stormtrooper

to get his hands off me, man?

- He-he-he's cool, he's cool, he's cool, he's cool.

- I'm telling you right now

if any one of y'all mess so much of a button up

on my shirt, one of y'all gonna pay for it.

- All right, you need to relax.

You know you can't get in here

without going through the metal detector.

That's his? - Yes, sir.

- Take that, Dice.

- I-I need protection, man.

- Protection from what?

- Y'all got some real killers up in here tonight, huh?

- Yeah, and you looking at one.

Is that it? - Yeah, that's it.

- Lift your leg up. - Come on, man.

You don't need to be looking at my ashy ankles, man.

- Lift it up.

- Yo, man. What- - Oh.

I-I forgot about that one. That was my bad.

- Seriously? Yeah, it's my bad.

- I mean, just for that,

I shouldn't even let your Black ass in there.

You really pushing it, Skunk.

- Come on, man.

- You got a ticket? - Of course I got a ticket.

I got a ticket right-right-

damn, I paid $150 for that ticket, man.

I had a ticket on me, man. I'm telling you.

I had a ticket. - Mm-hmm.

I'm-I'm sure you did.

Well, you already know the rule.

No ticket, no entry, so that means you got to go.

- Oh, come on, Floyd, man. I got a ticket, man.

- DJ, get him out of here. - You know I got a ticket.

Floyd, I'ma tell you you gonna regret this shit, Floyd.

- Get him out of here!

You pick up your gun tomorrow at the office.

- I promise you that! - Keep an eye on them guns.

All right? Good stuff.

[indistinct chatter]

? ?

- What do you want, Saint?

- I don't mean to interrupt you and the missus,

but something came up that needs your attention.

- And it can't wait until the morning?

? ?

Are you serious?

Meet me at the car.

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- I know you not about to say we need to leave, Jean.

We haven't even been here an hour.

- Yeah.

I'm not gonna say that, but...

I am gonna say that I want you to stay here

and enjoy the party enough for us both.

- Alone? - [sighs] I gotta go.

- We've been talking about this ball for weeks.

You said tonight was all mine.

- Yeah, and I meant it.

Something important has come up.

And I gotta go. - Important like what?

- Important like you wouldn't understand, OK?

- I would if you told me.

You know what? Just go.

Go.

- [clears throat] Look, OK.

I'm sorry.

I promise I'm gonna make this up.

- Hmm. - Come here.

- Kendall, will you get my bag, please?

- Yes. - Thank you.

? ?

- [huffs loudly]

- [sighs]

- OK? - You good, boss?

- I will be.

[indistinct chatter]

? ?

[sighs]

? ?

[groans and sighs] Take care of my wife, OK?

- Yes, sir. - Mm-hmm.

- I'll make sure she get home safe and sound.

- [sighs]

? ?

- All right. Yeah. We got something to do.

- Yeah.

? ?

- Aunt Shirley, who my mama dancing with?

- I don't know, but she sure is having herself a good time.

- Well, not for long, she ain't.

- [sighs] Let your mother enjoy herself.

I wish my mother was still around

so I could see her smile like that.

Don't ruin it for her.

- She does seem like she's having a good time.

- Mm-hmm!

- But dude gotta keep his hands above her waist.

- [scoffs] Boy, get out of here!

- Well, I'm just saying!

- [scoffs] Here.

Take that. - What's this?

- $3,000 in tips.

Go enjoy yourself.

- So you're only gonna give me $3,000?

OK.

- [sighs]

? ?

[crickets chirping]

[distant sirens wailing]

[suspenseful music]

? ?

- [sighs] You coming in?

- No, I'm gonna have Pete take me back.

You just handle this.

? ?

- [sighs]

? ?

[sighs]

? ?

[keypad beeping]

? ?

- I can't lose, baby! I can't lose!

Look, check this out.

[cheers and applause]

- We got a winner! We got a winner here!

- Tell the house to be ready to cash me out,

'cause I'm on fire!

[laughs] Let's double up.

Double or nothing, baby. Double or nothing.

All right. - On your tab, right?

- OK, cool.

[upbeat jazz music]

I think I might need some luck on this one.

? ?

- [blowing air]

? ?

- Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!

[laughter] That's what I'm talking about.

- Wow.

- I knew you was a lucky one.

- You leaving? I thought you was on fire.

- Yes, I am.

Already tripled my money.

And a wise man knows how to leave when he's ahead.

- And so does a wise woman. - [chuckles]

Can I buy you a drink?

- The drinks are free.

- True. Well...

can I have this dance?

? ?

- [clears throat]

? ?

- Get your chips. - Oh, I'm not leaving my money.

- [chuckles]

? ?

- Hello. You leaving so soon?

Something as beautiful as you should be on my arm

dancing the night away.

- Mm, sorry. Thanks, but no thanks.

? ?

- Really, Prince?

- Gonna kick Skunk out the club?

You know what? I'll tell y'all what.

Y'all ain't-

what the-

? ?

- Hey. Would you like a drink?

- Yes.

? ?

Can I have this dance?

? ?

- Ernestine.

[sensual funky music]

? ?

- Oh! Well, what have I got to do to get a chicken foot?

Oh!

? ?

- Time to liven up this party a little bit.

? ?

- Now I know when I smell me some good shit.

- Mm-mm. Where's your mask at?

? ?

- Well, you know what they say. The better to see you with.

You ain't gotta hide shit from me, Cinderella.

But I would be careful, though.

Sheriff Clay is out here lurking.

And she don't play.

- It's just a joint.

What are they going to do, lock me up?

- No, but she will take your weed.

And then she gonna smoke your weed.

That's what my brother said.

[both chuckle]

- Well, what about you?

Do you smoke?

- Every day.

? ?

Wow.

[laughter]

This is some good shit.

- Mm-hmm.

I actually got that from New York.

My cousin owns a dispensary out there.

- Word? - Yep.

- Oh, so you the plug.

See, I love a woman with a good connect.

- Is that what I am?

- Well, to be honest, you look like Cinderella.

Only thing is

I never thought I'd see Cinderella getting high.

- You're funny. - [chuckles]

No. I'm Prince.

How should I address you?

Cinderella?

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Your Highness.

- Mm.

Your Highness will do. - [chuckles]

- So what?

Are you dressed up as a prince as in Prince Charming?

- Prince is my government.

- Hmm, OK, Prince.

I'm Lauryn. - It's a pleasure, Lauryn.

- [laughs] - [smooches]

? ?

You're not from around here, are you, Lauryn?

You're from New York. - Nope.

I'm from Georgia.

- Well, I always love me some Georgia peaches.

- [chuckles]

? ?

[coins clinking]

[indistinct chatter]

- [laughs] - Yeah, bro.

- Hey, what you doing, man?

- I'm looking for someone.

If y'all know what's best for you,

you stay out my fucking way.

- Are we good?

- Where's my wife?

- Well, I ain't seen her.

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- [chuckles] - I'll be right back.

- [moaning] Oh, OK!

Oh, OK!

Ooh, do that shit, baby. Oh, oh, do that shit.

[moaning] - Ooh.

- [moans]

- [panting] Who is it?

- Yo, Antoinette's husband's here and he looking for her.

- Yeah, well, she not here.

- Yeah, all right.

Look, just tell her to come out.

- All right. I appreciate it.

- All right.

- OK. Shit.

Oh.

[sighs] See what you do to me?

I'm hooked on you, Marquis Duncan.

- [chuckles]

[upbeat jazz music]

? ?

- [sighs]

? ?

- Eye contact.

- I gave you eye contact.

- You did.

- [laughs] So tell me about yourself.

What do you do besides smoke weed with strangers?

- A little bit of this, a little bit of that.

- Mm.

- But nothing good for party conversations,

I'll tell you that.

- In other words, nothing legal?

- You trying to call me a criminal?

- You just don't see most guys walking

down the street with a Patek watch on their wrist.

[scoffs] - Good eye.

- Hey, you is a wild boy.

You good, though, boss?

- I am better than good.

- Yeah, uh-huh. - [chuckles]

I'm living my best life. - Yeah, I know. That's right.

But look, I'ma go make my rounds, aight?

- Aight, a'ight.

- Oh. Let me get this for you.

- Hey, now, you crazy.

- Man, please. I ain't do nothing.

- Antoinette!

- See?

[scoffs] Here we go.

- Y'all think I'm stupid, huh?

- A stockbroker? Really?

- You don't be- - [laughs]

You expect me to believe you're a stockbroker?

- I'm just saying.

I-I could be. - Yo, Prince.

We need to get you out now.

- What?

Something happen with Jean's wife?

- Nah, 'cause Saint is back.

He on the rampage over you-know-who.

- Fuck!

Come on.

You know you owe me a dance, right?

I'm gonna find you before the end of the night is over,

you hear me?

? ?

- OK.

- You think I don't know you been sleeping with my wife?

Acting like you her friend

so you got an excuse to take her home?

- Hey, yo, you need to chill, man.

Yo, you fucking with the wrong one.

Ah!

- Saint! Saint, you stop it right now!

? ?

- Saint! What-hey, no! Bro! Calm down, bro!

- Get off me! - I said calm down.

- Go get your shit. We leaving.

- I still have work! - Shit, you used to have work.

- [scoffs] - She quit!

- No! What?

Baby, stop.

- Dice, why?

You good?

- Yeah. Crazy-ass Saint! Fuck.

? ?

- Hi. May I have a glass of champagne, please?

- Have the same.

So, uh, you got out of there pretty fast.

You know them or something?

- I thought everybody knew Prince and Kendall.

- [scoffs] Nah.

I'm not from here, you know.

I'm just visiting.

- Oh, no? Where are you from?

- A place called Waycross, Georgia.

Have you heard of it?

- No. Is that near Atlanta?

- [scoffs] Why is everybody acting like

Atlanta the only city in Georgia?

- Isn't it?

[both chuckle]

Thank you. - Thank you.

- I see what you doing! - What?

- You think I'm a sucker? - Hey! That was uncalled for!

- You think I don't see the truth?

- Hey, Mr. Saint. Is this a bad time?

- Man, what you want, weasel?

- It's Skunk.

And I have some information you might want to hear.

- What could you know that I could possibly want to hear?

- Ah, information about what happened to Pierre.

That is if that $100,000 is still on the table.

- What you know about what happened to Pierre?

- A-a lot. A lot more than I should.

- You better not be shitting me, Skunk.

Because if you are,

they gonna be calling you dead in the morning.

- Oh, no, you don't have to worry about that

'cause I know who you are.

You a killer, and so is Jean.

And I'm not trying to end up in a box.

- You goddamn right.

You coming with me.

- You don't have to- - Come on.

Bring yo' ass.

- You fucking bitch.

- ? I wanna tap that, I wanna shout you ?

? Inside ?

- So how long you been married?

- Lot longer than I'd like to admit.

But we're happy.

- You asking me or you telling me?

- Mm.

I try to be the good wife and supportive wife,

the loving wife.

We used to be so in love, but lately,

I feel like I'm a prop or a trophy or something.

Somewhere along the way, I lost not only us, but me.

- That don't sound happy to me.

Why not just leave?

- And do what and go where?

It's not that easy.

When I wake up in the morning, I love him like cooked food.

But when I go to bed at night, I hate his ass so much

that I wanna put a bullet in his head.

But to complicate matters even more,

we have a stepdaughter that worships him.

- Wow.

That's deep.

Well...

how do you feel about him right now,

standing here with me?

[smooth jazz music]

- ? Leaving me on, blowing up my mind ?

? Your skin to me is chocolate, daddy ?

? Ooh, how you kiss ?

- What are you doing?

- I'm a visual person.

I need to see the face behind the mask.

I may never get this chance again.

- ? It's bothering you lately ?

? I will get you home if you stay, yeah ?

- What's wrong?

- ? Tonight I'll shine a little extra bright ?

- Um, for starters,

that was way better than it should have been.

- Is that a good or a bad thing?

- I don't know and I don't think I wanna find out.

Like I said, I do love my husband.

OK.

- ? Tonight, yeah ?

? Tonight, yeah ?

[vocalizing]

? Tonight ?

[crickets chirping]

[tense music]

? ?

- Keep walking.

Turn around. Keep walking, man.

? ?

- [sighs]

[door opens]

- I was saying

there's somebody here you might want to see.

- [sighs]

- There better be a good damn reason why he's here.

- I wouldn't have brought him here if there wasn't, boss man.

Tell him.

- Is that, uh, before or after you guys offer me refreshment?

[groaning]

- Think this is a game?

I said tell him.

- Look, man, I know for a fact

that your brother wasn't killed by no gator.

Can I get my money?

- You ain't getting shit

until you explain to me what you talking about.

[tense music]

- Your brother wasn't killed by no gator, man.

He was shot.

- Well, who killed my brother?

- I-I-I don't know exactly who killed your brother,

but I do know where he died and who carried his body out.

- Now who might that be?

And where did they carry him from?

- [sighs] Look, man.

Can I just get my money?

- You'll get your money.

- [sighs]

- But if you don't tell me what I need to know,

that aggression that Saint showed earlier will be nothing

compared to the hell I'm gonna bring down on you

for wasting my fucking time. - [sighs]

- Now tell me, who did you see carrying my brother's body?

- All right, man. Get this.

That chicken foot-wearing motherfucker Floyd

was carrying his body out The Blues.

? ?

- Floyd.

Are you sure?

- Yep.

Saw it with my own eyes, man.

I never really liked this pretty ass anyway.

- [sniffles] Round the boys up.

Have them at my house in an hour.

Seems like we have some business at the Blues.

Get him the fuck out of here.

- Got you, boss man.

Let's go.

- You ain't gotta push me. - Turn around.

Let's go.

Like, you like it, punk.

[door shuts]

- ? All I know is my mama ?

? All I know is my kin ?

? All I know is my family ?

? Burn the city down about them ?

? Gave the Lord my troubles ?

? God forgive me my sins ?

? But when it comes to my family ?

? Burn the city down about them ?

? Turn the lights out ?

[upbeat jazzy music]

? ?

- Hey!

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