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Let's get you all caught up
on what happened in the Valley.

You come on down to The Pynk,
and you sign that petition now.

Why are you out here protesting
the casino, Clifford?

To help save my club.

I say we make the man
an offer he can't refuse.

There's no point in making an offer
if he's about to go on the auction block.

Now, you know good and goddamn well

that me and you ain't meant
for the outside.

So that's how it's always gonna be?

We just gonna suck and fuck in the dark?

You could stay at home.

I don't want to stay at home, Derrick.

Fuck, Keyshawn.

You know, I can take care of that.

Many folks you killed over there,

you don't need na'an 'nother body
on that conscience of yours.

Well, it's better his than yours.

Wonder what Mercedes will think
about you taking over her locker.

I share my shit.

Combination 34, 36, 15.

This the music scout I been talking about.

I'ma see what he's saying.
I'ma catch y'all inside.

He going on at 12:30.
We gon' be by the DJ booth.

I got my heart set
on something else tonight.

Autumn, this gentleman
wants to be taken to Paradise.

Yeah, Autumn.

- I shot you.
- Not well enough.

Where my money, Hailey?

I'ma ask you one more time.

Where's my mu'fuckin' money, Hailey?

If you want the money, it ain't here.

I put it in a bank.

You put a quarter mil
in the bank in Chucalissa?

They ain't ask you no question?

No.

See, I mixed it with money
I earned from dancing.

After a bath in bourbon,
they couldn't tell the difference.

They should've known you ain't making that
kind of money in this hole in the wall.

How they know that?

I could be a dancer working
in clubs from here to Miami.

I look like a stripper, not a...

Former corporate accountant.

Head for business and a body for sin.

They always

underestimate how smart...

...the pretty girl is.

Yeah.

You pretty-ass bitches
can get away with murder.

Almost.

Open up!

I need the room.

Come on!

Let me in.

Open the door.

Who the fuck up in there?

I'm trying to make this coin.

I can't breathe.

Killing me won't lead you
to the money.

I don't know why I came in here with you.

You better follow my orders.

They're gonna see.

There's cameras all over this place.

Well...

...that's why I need
your ass to start dancing.

It might be Murda night,
but leave that beef on the table.

Throw that guap up instead.

Hey...

...these laps about to be bodied

up in the Pynk tonight.

Hey.

This the last mu'fuckin' supper, y'all!

Let these niggas have
they cakes and eat 'em, too!

Is my shot callers
and my boss bitches in the building?

Y'all niggas better be.

Let's give it up
for Chucalissa's new trap prince

and the pole princess.

It's Lil Murda

and Miss Mississippi!

Baby girl twerking
like she wanna be my wife

Getting to the bag on a Monday night

Know I got the Benz parked,
waiting outside

Finger and her neck, I'ma put it on ice

She can have a Patek, ruin all my credit

I don't give a fuck,
if she wants, she can get it

Climb to the top, drop down split it

Now she's moving that thing,
got a nigga so...

Oh, nigga, is you crazy?

Can have it, I don't give a fuck

Tonight she got me 'bout to give it up

Every buck all because

Ho, keep your tongues to yourself.

The fuck.

Woddy.

Nigga, this shit best be worth it, man.

Oh, I told you, he got that shine,

and I ain't talking about his teeth.

That's star power right there.

I'm falling, falling

I'm falling, falling

Falling, falling

I sees a star, all right.

An amendment
to Uncle Clifford's rules tonight...

no John Hancock, no hard cock.

I ain't signing shit.

You better sign that petition
against the casino, mu'fucka.

What the fuck you think this is?

Come on, man, I would put it in the car,
but I got a Uber here, man.

Nigga, pick it up when you finna go.

Whatever, man. Shit.

Diamond, ain't nothing popping off tonight
with you at the door.

It better not be.

It smell like it's gon' rain.

- I'm good now?
- Yeah.

You know, let me take this
on back to the back.

Y'all hit me on the Cricket
if y'all need anything.

Thank you, man.

DJ Neva Scared!

- What?
- We ain't never scared, ho.

- DJ Neva Scared.

- What?
- We ain't never scared, ho.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Welcome to the stage The Pynk All-Stars!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This your new anthem,
produced by yours truly.

Hit 'em with that new-new. Lil Murda!

Lil Murda in this bitch, I'm balling.

M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Humpback-humpback-I

Mississippi pride pride

M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Humpback-humpback-I

Mississippi pride pride

Country boy, home bred

Raised off the cornbread

Started off with short paper

Now I'm having long bread

Dice game, shooting craps

Lose it all, make it back

Take it straight to The Pynk

'Bout to blow a couple racks

I send the pack out,
and I bring the racks in

Walking in through the back door

Know I'm bringing my straps in

Go on, give me a lap dance

Booty sound like she clapped hands

Go right by the booth

Better know that I'm tapped in

M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Humpback-humpback-I

Mississippi pride pride

M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Humpback-humpback-I

Mississippi pride pride

Gotta keep one on me,
don't get your wig split

They don't want no smoke,
ain't talking cigarette

Put it all on the line,
went and got me a bigger check

Herringbone chain stacked up

I'ma need me a bigger neck

We got flodge on the Internet

My niggas be into that

See Impalas and Caddies
pulling up whenever I feel a threat

We don't do too much talkin'

Just a lot of gangsta walkin'

Come to my city, play it safe

You end up leaving in a coffin

- What you say?
- It's Murda

M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Humpback-humpback-I

Mississippi pride pride

M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Crooked letter-crooked letter-I

Humpback-humpback-I,
Mississippi pride pride

It's Murda

Yeah!

That's religion!

- That's what the fuck I'm talkin' about!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

This Chucalissa's new trap prince.

- It's Murda!
- I dare anybody come for his crown.

Y'all better tell
y'all great-grandchildren

y'all saw the legend up here first
at The Pynk!

We bodying the stage all night.

Y'all better stay tuned,
'cause pole assassin Mercedes

coming to the stage in a minute.

Y'all better keep y'all cameras out
because Jordan returns.

Thanks for the invite.

Missed that last dance the first time.

I ain't gon' miss it again.

- Shut up.
- No, I'm serious.

I done drove all the way down
from Memphis to Chucalissa

to see the GOAT.

I mean, really and truly dance
one last time.

What? What's wrong?

I'm just really thinking
about how you done come through for me.

It's regulars like you
that keep gals like me dancing.

You generous.

You care.

You've invested in me.

You are worth it.

Am I worth 10K?

That's one expensive
Mercedes room experience.

Most I ever paid was 300.

It ain't for me. It's for my gym.

A couple weeks ago,
I lost everything I been working on,

but I'm a hustler and grinded hard
and got me a re-up,

and I'm halfway there.

I just need another investor
to help me with 10K.

That's all I am to you...walking billfold?

Of course not.

But let's not get it twisted.

This relationship
has always been transactional.

Doesn't have to be.

Keep talking.

You willing to give me part ownership
of your gym?

Hell, naw.

Well, I'ma need something, then,

something to make
my 10K investment worthwhile.

And what does that something look like?

Like we discussed before...

condo on the river,
skybox seats to every game,

and I will have keys to said condo
so I can enjoy my investment.

And how your wife feel
about that kind of arrangement?

She already know.

Come on, Cedes.

Let me take you
from the pole to the palace.

- Yeah.
- My nigga.

- Hold up, hold up, shorty.

Shit, here you go.

You might as well just take all my shit.
You know what I'm saying?

I'd rather give you
this motherfucking Patek,

before you steal my breath away again.

So this the nigga
you been yapping about?

Meet Rome Caffey,
head exec over at Blue Guap Empire.

Lil Murda,
will you please sign my titties?

Oh, shit.

- Well, God damn.
- Here you go, Daddy.

Right here.

Hey! Heifer, no titties and tequilas,

is Uncle Clifford's rule
for the last night, and that includes you,

Miss President
of the Big Old Titty Committee.

Pooch on, now.

Leave the talent be.

Lil Murda got these pussies dripping.

Hey, Rome want to rap with you
for a minute about some possibilities.

Hell, yeah, man.

Let's go up to the section
so we can connect a little bit.

Oh, that's what I'm talking about.
And you buy the bottles.

Hell, yeah. Come on. Let's get it, shorty.

- Lil Murda, go handle your business.
- Wait, wait.

Hold up now.

WorldStar already done said
that y'all the Fayoncé of the week, right?

Shit, I mean, if y'all talking,
then we all talking.

Let's go kick it in the section.

Bet.

Key! Hey!

Yellah girls know
they ain't got to try too hard.

Big L, chile, you done
almost missed it, honey.

Them bitches was out there

popping and dropping that pussy
like they going out of style.

Well, they better, since they pussy
gon' be out of business tomorrow.

Nigga, just count.

I've been counting these guns.

Lord.

Look what the riffraff done
brought-eth to the club-eth.

What? Niggas just gon' break
all the rules tonight, huh?

Like bitches are breaking
all the rules, too.

Now, I should stomp a cone in her ass.

What this bitch don't understand
about no titties, huh?

Look, you better tell Diamond to go
handle that, 'cause she don't want me to.

Diamond, 2-0 in the Paradise.

Big L, you gon' have to do it.

I'm trying to lay the law down
up in this bitch.

Never mind. I'm on it.

Copy that.

Fuck it. It's the last night.

Go ahead.

Hey, stay in school while
you're at it, mu'fucka.

Guess we all breaking
Uncle Clifford's rules tonight.

Little boy, how the hell
you get up in here?

Yo' man Mane made me a fake ID.

He want me to get it to you.
It's about your girl Hailey.

- Who the fuck is Hailey?
- I guess this who.

Why Mane ain't come bring this his-self?

'Cause Mane ass his trifling cousin
babysit his ankle bracelet,

and his cousin robbed a Krystal's.

Man, I told him to leave it with me,

but he been locked up at the jailhouse

for the past few days
and couldn't link up with you.

Say you'd know what to do.

Cedes, what's up?

Hey, yo, this what's up.

Boy, if you don't get
your little mannish tail up outta here...

Hey, don't get mad at me.
I'm just the messenger.

The Pynk run a day care now?

Go on. Sit back down.
Let's toast to our agreement.

From the pole to the palace, huh?

Thass right.

Coach, let me think on that,
'cause your charity...

it's feeling a little expensive
right 'bout now.

Pole assassin Mercedes
about to make it rain up in this bitch

in a Mississippi minute!

We gon' get that last dance
for real this time, niggas!

Uncle Clifford! Uncle Clifford!

Big L! Big L!

Where's Gidget?

- Duffy, why the fuck is you whispering?
- 'Cause I don't want her to hear me.

- Your bitch a mu'fuckin' werewolf now?
- Werewolves can hear good?

Lord, you are truly the pot to Gidget's lid.

- You ready for this shit?
- Hell, yeah.

So, Rome, how you and Woddy acquainted?

We ain't really meet
under the best of circumstances,

you know what I mean?

I met my nigga when I was
planning my mama funeral.

F and G Funeral Homes, man.

Y'all made my mama look real good, bruh.

Hey, I do good work for the dead.

He get it popping for the living, too.

Your boy Woddy here kicked me
your first joint.

When I saw little shorty
getting all poetic on the pole

to that joint "Fallin',"

shit, I knew this was a situation

I needed to be a part of,
you know what I'm saying?

You hear that, Lil Murda?

My Insta-sippi's put the country boy

long bread raised offa
cornbread on the map.

Hey!

Just hope you ain't like these
other lame-ass niggas out here flexin'.

Holding they Drakos
all up in they videos and shit

and don't even know where the trigger at.

Man, you know I keep my fire on me.

Okay, but is you about that life, though?

'Cause I don't need
not a na'an-nother faking,

flogging-ass gangster on my roster.

I'm looking for that authenticity.

Authenticity, thass what sell today.

Well, I'm a Hurt Village Hustler for life.

Hell, yeah, you a hustler, all right,

'cause I see you got that green stuck
all in between your teeth,

and I damn sure
ain't talking about spinach.

Looks to me
like you've been busting it down

for your saucy Versace and all your drip,

and not your music. See,

that's where I come in.

I can connect you
with the dopest producers.

- DJ Neva Scared my producer.
- Hold up.

You talking about that lil'
baby fetus-looking muthafucka

dancing around in the DJ booth?

Man, if you don't get
the fuck out of here...

Look, let me guess...

y'all niggas put
some one-inch eggshells up

in this nigga mama bathroom,

and you call yourself cutting a track?

Actually, it's his mama basement.

Exactly, my nigga. That's that bullshit.

A production deal means real studios
with real producers

and a real manager.

- My nigga.
- Woddy my manager.

Wait. Hold up. Hold, hold, hold.

No disrespect to Woddy,
but Woddy can't bust you down

with a 360 deal like I can, bruh.

Hey.

What y'all ballers doing?
What y'all need more of?

I get y'all that house Crown, if y'all
want to shut it down up in this VIP booth.

We 'bout that business right now.

Y'all enjoy y'all night.

Uh, Mississippi, don't stay too long.

One of your regulars is looking for you.

God damn.

Folks around this muthafucka
don't know if they want to be

a nigga or a bitch, know what I'm saying?

A real nigga like me, I need some clarity.

Yeah. I know that's right.

Yeah, these faggot-ass niggas
takin' over, man.

- Yeah, man, I know.
- Damn.

Better leave my boss alone.

You might think Uncle Clifford a punk,
but that bitch got a tongue like a Drako.

Yep. That's my vato.

Shit, let me find out you got bars, too.

You already a Mississippi dime
like nobody ain't never seen.

I mean, you pretty, country-si-diddy,
and you got that mouthpiece?

Girl, I'll manage the shit out of you

and your homeboy, too, if he just let me.

Keep talking.

With all them lessons
at the Houston Pole Palace,

you should be able to twerk better than that.

Someone's gonna come in here soon.

No, they ain't.

You know, I'm trying not to do
what I did to your old boy...

Ade.

you know, the one
that set up your accounts.

What did you do?

Held him off the side of a hotel balcony

'til all the blood rushed to his head.

Hard way to die, long way to die.

Your boy held up strong, though.

Just before his last breath,
he gave up the goods

on just one account.

Chennai Fabrics.

First transaction...

nine stacks to a telex
in Chuca-muthafuckin'-lissa.

I got here.

The sheriff gave me that good
old Southern hospitality.

Posted a mug of my pretty little wife.

- I'm not your wife.
- You could have been.

You should have been.

The only thing you married to
is that fucking gang of yours.

Well...

...once you become Delta Devoted...

...you're devoted for life.

Hey, this room is occupied.

- Bottle service, sir.
- I'll get rid of them.

You stay the fuck over there.

Bottle service, sir.

I'm good with just the dance.

For the Paradise Room,
bottle service is complimentary,

and so is another pair of titties.

Excuse me.

Looks like you getting white
and brown liquor tonight.

Careful of the mix, though.

Sometimes...

...it can make a nigga sick.

Cheers.

Okay.

Fuck.

Trifling hos.

Just trifling.

D-I-A-M-O-N-D.

Diamond, don't you make me fire you
on the last night.

Didn't Big L tell yo' monkey ass
2-0 in Paradise?

Yeah, the mu'fucka
said he was gon' do it.

I'm out front doing what...

Well, the nigga ain't do it,
so you gon' have to come and do it.

Ain't nobody got time.

Ain't nobody got time.

All right, all right.

Cliff.

You got exactly what you wanted, huh?

I don't even know what to say, man.

Nigga, fuck you,

'cause you the one who said you ain't want
to suck and fuck in the dark.

I don't.

Then what was
all of that about just then, huh?

What was it all about?

Nigga, I don't fucking know!

I was just...

I was just flexing.

That's all. It's just...

It's habit.

Granmuva Ernestine told me,

"Believe what a person show you
the first time."

You Lil Murda now, not LaMarques.

What a privilege
it was getting to know him.

What a joy.

'Cause LaMarques was ready.

This Lil Murda character.

...that's the face you showed me first.

- I don't know about him.
- I wanna be ready. I wanna be ready.

Well, you let me know when you are.

'Til then, you know where the door is...

...and the window, too.

You on some Cirque Soleil-type shit.
You know what I'm saying?

I can get you all types
of deals, for real.

Shit. I can see Nike in your future, boo.

- Nigga, Nike?
- Nigga, hell, yeah.

That's what a 360 deal can do.

I can take goddamn Lil Murda ass

and Miss M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter
skraight to the top.

Keyshawn.

Can I speak to you?

In a minute.

See, once you get with me,

you ain't gon' have to deal
with no woresome-ass customers no more.

I ain't a fucking customer.

I said I'll be with you in a minute.

I said I'll be there
in a mu'fuckin' minute!

God damn.

He acting like he your man and shit.

See how folks be,
feenin' for them some Miss Mississippi.

- We see.
- Let me go hit that floor.

Wait. Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Here.

You let me know when
you're ready for Blue Guap,

'cause Blue Guap damn sho ready for you.

I mean, do you want Lil Murda,
or do you want her?

'Cause all you seem to be talkin' about
is her in connection.

Look here, bwoy.

My nigga, no cap...

I'm just saying your boy, man,
that nigga dime a dozen, bruh.

Look, with Pro Tools,
even my goddamn grandma

can cut a trap album.

But look, that black Barbie shit
right there...

she the reason that Blue Guap
even came down here tonight,

not your bwoy.

Look, if you ain't got
my bruh best interests at heart,

we don't need to rock.

Now, I don't care who you reppin'.

Look, every wave ain't meant
to be rode, nigga.

Woddy.

Woddy.

What the fuck was that shit about?

Just the guy who said he wants
to be Lil Murda's manager.

Said he could manage me, too.

Does he wanna be your manager
or your fuckin' pimp?

Get your shit, and let's get outta here.

Derrick, I've got money to make.

If you don't come home right now,
you gon' regret it.

Or am I gon' regret coming home?

I suggest you do as I say.

Get your shit.

By the time I finish taking a piss,

you better be outside in the fucking car!

My glass is empty.

But the bottle's still half full.

Now why don't you go
so I can enjoy this dance I paid for?

It's been very expensive.

Well, I don't see no bank.

There should be so much money
throwed up in here

that the floor should be green,
not purple.

She been dancing a little stiff.

So why don't you...

...why don't you leave us alone
so we can sort this out?

If Hailey want me to leave, I'll leave.

But if she don't...

...then...

Mercedes, you should go.

Yeah, Mercedes.

You should go.

Fine.

Should I bring you back the same thing,

or should I bring you back
something harder?

Surprise me.

Get the fuck back!

You want to see how the DDs
deal with the accomplices

of bitches who steal from a lieutenant?

Where the money at, Hailey?

- He ain't gon' do nothing!
- Bitch, where the money at?

Don't tell him shit!

I'ma ask you one more time.

Where the money at?

Bitch, where the money at?

Stop!

It's here.

Oh, but I thought it was in the bank.

The club is my bank.
I've been storing it here.

- Here?
- Just let her go.

I'll go get it.

Girl, I'll go get it.

No, I'll go get it, and then we're done.

Enough people have died
over this money, but tonight...

...I'll give it all back, and we're done.

We're through.

Go get it, then.

You got five minutes,

or I'ma drown everybody in this club
in this bitch's blood.

Then my Delta Devoted niggas,
they gon' come burn this muthafucka up.

Don't think for a second
I ain't got nobody out there watching you,

waiting for you.

So you best come back.

Five mu'fuckin' minutes.

You fucking hurting me!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Y'all muthafuckas better
get y'all money out,

because it's the last time
we gonna see Mercedes!

Think she coming back for you?

She gon' come back.

She ain't come back for me.

That night I confronted her, she shot me.

Left me to die on my own kitchen floor.

You musta deserved it.

Bitch, get the fuck over there.

She stole my money.

She got the money. I seent it.

We'll see, but the Hailey Colton I know,

she a cold, cold bitch.

Brought her and her kid into my house.

I raised that baby like it was my own.

She ran out on me, a thief in the night.

Don't hate her for loving
her child more than you.

Good mothers are built that way.

Easy bitch to love.

Easier bitch to hate...

But you probably already know that.

You don't want the money, do you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Welcome back to the stage
for the last song of the night,

hitting you with that new-new, Lil Murda!

Big L, where you at?

In the office.

No, you ain't in no office,
'cause I'm in the office.

I mean office adjacent.

Oh, nigga!

Yo, Derrick.

Why you was just yoking up
Keyshawn like that just then?

Diamond, that ain't none of your business.

Putting your paws
on these girls is my business.

Look, Diamond, you don't want
to rumble with me.

You're the one that don't want no smoke.

Smoke.

I don't know why Keyshawn deal
with these gutter niggers.

What this muthafucka...

Oh, hell, no.

Diamond. Diamond.

Diamond. Code red in Paradise.

Your five minutes is up, Mercedes.

Please!

Here's all your money, all 250K.

Get the fuck over there.

- How I know it's all there?
- It's all there.

You didn't even ask about Autumn,
how she's doing.

I'm sure her mother
taking care of her all right.

Autumn's dead, Montavious.

She died that night.

Drowned in the flood

while I was trying to run away from you.

Get the fuck out! Gun! Gun!

Serves you right for trying to finesse me.

Fucking bitch.

What the fuck was that?

Oh, shit! Everybody out!

Oh, hell, no!

- What the hell?
- Fuck.

Diamond and Derrick
scrappin' on the floor!

- No, no, no, no!
- Keyshawn!

Where the fuck you think you going?
Bring your ass here.

Stop! Get the fuck off her!

- Get the fuck of me!
- No!

Let her go!

Easy, easy, easy. Easy, easy.

Derrick, stop!

Stop!

No!

Derrick!

Okay.

Stop!

Stop!

Get off him!

Diamond, please.

Please.

I said get off him now.

Fuck you, muthafucka!

- No.
- Come here!

Get off me!

Today The Pynk is slated for auction,

but last night tragedy struck

when a shootout left
over 20 people injured

at the infamous strip club

on a night management
aptly called Murda night.

Mayor Ruffin had this to say.

This shootout proves this strip club
is a community blight,

but as your new mayor,

I will keep my promise
to make Chucalissa safe again.

Redevelopment plans include a casino

adjacent to the new
Tydell Ruffin Riverside Park.

However, the new plan
has been met with derision

by some community members.

Yeah. Me, mu'fucka!

Granmuva, I don't know why you
over here listening to this shit.

Here.

I got it.

All right, let's go to this funeral.

Hold on. Where you think you going?

Hey, wait, wait. Hold on. Hold on.

Hold on. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

As many times as I done drove
down to that courthouse,

I know where the fuck I'm going!

Please, the keys.

Acting up.

They say God's a god of second chances.

Third, fourth, and fifth ones, too.

But you go talk to your god on this one.

Remember...

...I'm dead to you.

Ma?

Mama?

Mama!

Wait a minute. Mama! Ma!

Ma!

Ma! Please!

Ma!

Your husband's been here so long,

I bet he was able to get through
that Bible that's on the nightstand.

Come back and see us, now.

Sure you wanna go
to this auction with me?

I could drop you off at the Iron Museum.

Babe, I finally get a chance

to see what you've been working
on all these months.

I'm good, as long as we catch that flight
to Hotlanta by 3:00.

Okay?

Ernestine...

...my condolences for your loss.

Tydell?

Fuck you.

I'm sorry it had to come
to this, Clifford,

but maybe you can come and run
the buffet table at the casino.

Let's just hope that you can run it better
than this club of yourn.

Boy, bye.

Ladies and gentlemen,
if you could take your seats, please,

the auction is about to reconvene.

Lot number 609, The Pynk, is up next.

Now, this six-acre waterfront property lot
is currently in foreclosure.

We will now start the bidding for lot 609.

Starting bid...

Andre, the man
ain't even said the price yet.

Starting bidding at $55,000.
Right here, at 55.

I'm looking at 56.
56 for lot 609. 55 here. 56.

There's nobody bidding.

I got a cap at 200K.

Promised Land Equities don't gotta know.

Lady in white motion for 57.

57. Bidder, bidder, looking at 60.
60 bidder, bidder. Do I hear 60?

Bidder, bidder, looking at 60.
Do I hear 60?

Bidder, bidder, I've got 60 here.
Looking at 65. 65. 65 here.

Do I hear 70? Bidder, looking at 70.

Oh, shit.

Ain't that 'bout a light-skined-ed bitch?

Looks like you got some competition.

Godson, I know you not gon'
let her beat you.

- Come on.
- Do I hear 75?

75 to the gentleman right here.
Thank you very much.

150K.

Doubled to the lady in white, at $150,000.

Looking at 160.
Bidder, bidder, do I hear 160?

I've got 150 right here.

150 is going once. 150 is going twice.

200,000.

Lord, that's more than my coochie's worth.

$200,000.

Get Bill on the phone.

That bitch better be back from Bora Bora.

I've got $200,000 here.

Bidder, bidder, looking at 205.

Bidder, bidder, I have 205.
I got $200,000.

What is you doing, Andre?

Baby.

- MAN: 205. Do I have 205?
- 215 thousand.

$215,000 to the man in red.

God-daddy, I need approval.

I don't have permission to bid above 200K.

Well, get permission, nigga!

Do I have 220?
Bidder, bidder, looking at 220.

I've got 215. Going once.

215 going twice.

- 250,000.
- Oh, my Lord.

$250,000. Do I hear 260? 260.

Bidder, bidder, looking at 260.
I've got $250,000 here.

God damn it, boy, bid.

Sir, I've got 250 in the back.
250 right here, sir.

- Fuck.
- Do I hear 260? I've got 250.

Going once.

- Hello? Hello?
- Nigga.

- I've got 250 going twice.
- Hello, Andre.

Sold for $250,000

to the lady in white
for Bluff City Carpeting.

Hold up. Hold up.

Now, the rules of the auctions
are very clear.

You must have the funds on hand
in order to purchase.

So, unless you've got

250-mutha-hundred-fuckin'
thousand dollars...

What?

The Promised Land can spend millions
on a fucking parking lot

in the name of the Kyles,

but you ain't got mu'fuckin' permission

to spend more than
a quarter mil to buy The Pynk?

Now, you tell me,
what kind of sense does that make?

Now, I don't make the rules, God-daddy.

What they negotiate in private
is their business.

But Promised Land can't show how deep
they pockets go at a public auction.

They gotta abide by the cap.

No cap.

I'ma put a cap in your monkey ass.

Okay, God-daddy, calm down.

Andre, your phone.

Your phone.

So is this bitch, like, our boss now?

- Hey, Bill.
- Yes, Andre.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, Andre?

- Andre, you listening to me?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm here.

- This blows up the whole fucking deal.
- I know that.

- And you know what this means.
- I know. I know. I know.

Extra-Extra. Can you, Granmuva?

- Come on, Grandma, I got you.
- There you go.

Child, can you believe
that that shit happened?

Blessed be.

Look who done come back wearing sunglasses
and all white after Labor Day.

You steady stay
breaking all the rules.

You know that's bad luck.

Well...

...you make your own luck, partner.

This is that Ernestine special.

I remember when Isaac Hayes
drank this joker

right before he went out onstage.

He was rolling around out there naked.

Got a splinter in his ding-a-ling.

That's why he started wearing fur.

Oh, I don't drink.

Well, what kind of hoe is you?

Granmuva.

I'm sorry.

I forgot my home training.

Ho, what's your name?

Hailey.

I was close.

Hey, Granmuva Ernestine,
you watch that glass now.

Oh, nigga, I see this shit.

Here.

Child, this place look
like the Devil's asshole

been turned upside down, inside out.

Well, Hailey, now you know
what girls at The Pynk do

in the Paradise Room.

Well, I been here
more than a Mississippi minute.

About time I learned.

Why'd you do it?

Why'd you come back and save The Pynk?

Way I figured...

...I owed you.

Now...

...you owe me.

Mercedes, girl,

you ain't never gon' get
to do your last dance, is you?

- Last night...
- Was last night.

But tomorrow is here, baby.

Tomorrow is today.

Is it took care of?

It's took care of.

Good.

'Cause it's opening time at The Pynk.