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- "The Ms. Pat Show"
was filmed

in front of a live
studio audience.

- Why is there always a nigga
who ain't never been nowhere

quick to tell you don't forget
where you come from?

I ain't.

I just don't wanna keep
remembering the shit.

And how am I supposed
to work on my future

when my past keep guilting me
into doing bullshit?

At some point,
the nigga in the past

gotta stay in the past

until he get lost
in the future.

Now, I don't know
what that shit mean,

but one of you niggas do.

- Look up, Dad.

It's a chicken wing
TikTok challenge.

- You not putting this family
on no TikTok

eating chicken wings, boy.

That's stereotypical.

- It's not stereotypical.
It's trending.

- Mm-hmm.
- Racism stay trending.

- OK, Ma, which type of wing
do you prefer, drums or flats?

- Boy, you know I like
the whole damn chicken.

- Come on, Pat.
There ain't no wrong answer.

- Well, it'd be drums

'cause flats
are too damn complicated.

It's like doing geometry.

- You know,
Mom's got a good point.

I ain't trying to work hard
for my food.

- You ain't trying
to work hard for shit.

- Yeah, or do geometry.

- Well, I guess flats are for

a more sophisticated palate
like mine.

- Sophisticated palate?
- Mm-hmm.

- I thought you eat ass,
Denise.

- Yeah, whatever he do, I do.

And it's always sophisticated.

- Hey, Janelle,
what do you say?

And please don't lecture us

on the unethical treatment
of chickens.

- Well, I'm with Auntie.

It's flats for me.

- Ah, my girl.

- More room for the ranch.

- Oh, no, blue cheese.
Fuck ranch.

I'll take my high five back.

- Uh!
- Mm-mm.

- Cheese is not
supposed to be blue.

That is un-Christlike.

- All right, so that's flats 2
and drums 1.

Pops?

- You know I always go fats
over flats.

- All right, that's 2 to 2.

Brandon, it's all on you
to break the tie.

- I like em boneless.
- Oh, my God.

- Wow.
- Boo!

[doorbell rings]

- We gotta teach Junebug
to stop doing

nigga shit on TikTok.

- Mm.

- Hey, family!

- Cousin Trina?
- Hey, what's up, cuz?

I knew I smelled
your signature scent.

- Oh, you know, cherry blossom
Bath & Body Works

with a side of Tussy.

- I was talking
about Waffle House.

- Now, what is your scattered,
smothered,

and Southern ass doing here?

- You ain't tell them?

- Girl, you ain't told me.

- Yeah, remember you said
it would be nice

if I came by
and visit sometime?

- Well, sometimes
ain't the same as anytime.

- Where them thug rats at?

- Oh, I left them
down in Atlanta.

They with each of they
respective baby daddy's mamas.

I needed a break, OK?

Oh, but don't worry.

I won't be here longer
than a few couple of weeks.

- [coughs]

- Uh, a couple of few?

- Yeah, is that two or three?

- Or a couple of fews?

- She cannot stay
a couple few weeks, OK?

There's already too many
characters in this show

as it is.

- Two nights.
Not weeks, nights, OK?

- Oh, thank you.
You so sweet.

- Get your ass off me.

And if you steal anything,
you gonna fucking pay for it.

Now, which one of y'all
gonna let her have y'all room?

both: Not me.

- No.

But, Trina, settle this
once and for all:

drums or flats?

- Drums, extra crispy
with extra seasoning

and extra-chunky blue cheese
for me, baby.

- Makes sense
'cause she extra as fuck.

But you fuck with blue cheese,
so we here.

[laughs]

- Excuse me, Miss Trina.

May I show you
to your luxury suite...

à la couch?

Family, would you please
show her all the amenities

of the room, please?
Thank you.

- ♪ Come on, it's time to go ♪

♪ It's "The Ms. Pat Show" ♪

- What do you think
about all this?

- You mean,
who the masked singer is?

- Man, I'm not talking about
this grown-folk puppet show.

I don't give a fuck
about no nigga

dancing
in no Big Bird costume.

I'm talking about Trina.

Why you think she really here?

- Well, she said
she needed a break.

- No, why she really here?

- Well, look, she probably
telling the truth.

You know how it is
living the life

that she's living, baby.

- I do.

That's exactly why I know
she up to some hood

and some foolish shit.

And my guess is,
she want some damn money.

- Ah, well, baby, maybe
we do the Christian thing

and give her a few bucks,
you know, as a down payment

on getting her
to leave quicker.

- If I give that girl
a cup of water,

she'll ask for the ocean.

Then she'll date Aquaman,
fuck Nemo,

and give a blowfish a blow job.

- [laughs]

- Ain't nothing easy
with my family.

I know them niggas.
- Yeah.

Well, baby, that's maybe
exactly the reason

why she came, you know,
trying to find easy, you know?

Everybody deserves that.

- I guess.

- Oh, shoot.

It was Charles Barkley?

Damn, I thought it was
gonna be Beyoncé.

- You say that shit every week.

- Well, baby,
it could be, dang.

- The fuck make you think
Beyoncé got time

for this fucking bullshit?

She like to dance
in her underwear,

not no goddamn
trick-or-treat uniform.

- Well, what's wrong with her
dancing in her underwear

to trick-or-treat?

- Yeah.

Ooh, now, this some rich-nigga
cutlery right here.

I wish a motherfucker
would act up with me

with some knives like this
in my kitchen.

Yeah, stab, stab, bitch.

Ooh, and they freezer full!

And I ain't talking EBT,
deep-freezer full neither.

I'm talking VIP full.

You know,
it's a difference and shit.

- Looking for something?
- [gasps]

Chile, you scared
the hell out of me.

- Mm.
- And my nerves already as bad

as my last
dick appointment's breath.

- What the hell you looking for
in this kitchen, Trina?

- Oh, I get it.

You keeping tabs on me now?

A bitch steal one Goodwill
truck full of shit

don't nobody want,

and now everybody think
I'm a thief.

- Well, is it that
or because you did

four years for armed robbery?

- Attempted.

I ain't get away
with that shit.

And plus, I'm not
like that no more,

and it hurts my heart that you
would think that about me.

- OK, you right.

It's hard enough for me
to get people to see my change.

- Right.
- So...

Bitch, is that my bathrobe?

- Oh, uh, this ain't robbery.

This borrow-ry.

- Give me my robe, Trina.
- No.

- I said give me
my goddamn robe, Trina.

- Wah!

- Give me my robe, Trina.

It's mine.
- Back up.

- [sighs]
Ooh, y'all, this place

is so much nicer
than where I live.

I mean, the air
even smell better over here.

Ain't no Henny, no blunts.

Ain't nobody cooking no meth.

- Yeah, it smells all right,

just as long as you stay
out of Junebug's room.

Mama found a bowl of cereal
with Cocoa Puffs.

It had been there so long,
it grew green afro puffs.

- Ew.

- I told you that was
a science experiment.

- [laughs] And what's keeping
you busy these days, June?

- Oh, well, lately I've been
focusing on my career

as a social media influencer
slash musician slash lover boy.

- Slash pathological liar.

- Wait, wait, wait.
You do music?

Let me find out little cuz
got bars and stuff.

We should collab.

- Oh, yeah, anytime.

You know, we got
a state-of-the-art studio

down at my high school.

- Word?

Huh, the studio
at my high school

wasn't nothing but a iPhone 5
in a bathroom stall.

- Yeah, it's pretty dope,
you know?

I just gotta work
on finding the motivation.

- [laughs] By motivation,
he means talent.

- I have the talent,
Ruth Hater Ginsburg.

People online seem to think
I'm pretty funny.

- Yeah, but not
in the way you think.

Look, it is intention
versus impact, my brother.

- Ooh, intent versus impaction?

Y'all even got fancy
sibling rivalry and shit.

When my kids fight,
the police show up.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

- All them cops see us as

is niggas trying
to get at each other's necks.

I'm glad y'all lucky asses

ain't gotta deal
with that bullshit.

- Hey, uh, let's do
a TikTok challenge,

you know, one of those ones
where you gotta sing.

Yeah, look.
- Oh, cool.

- Oh, yeah, yeah,

and I know exactly
what to do with that too.

Janelle, back me up
on background vocals?

- Oh, no, Trina,
I could not possibly--

- Oh, man.
- Girl, you know I got you.

Hit it.
- Oh, OK.

♪ I just wanna satisfy ♪

♪ But you're not mine,
and I can't deny it ♪

♪ Don't you hear me
talking, baby ♪

♪ Love me now,
or I'll go crazy ♪

both: ♪ Whoa, whoa,
sweet thing ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪

both: ♪ Don't you know
you're my everything ♪

- ♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

both: ♪ Sweet thing ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪

both: ♪ Don't you know
you're my everything ♪

- ♪ Yes, you are ♪

- Oh!

[indistinct chatter]

- Yo, that was dope.

- Yeah, it was all right.

- Feels good to collaborate,
doesn't it?

- What exactly did you do?

- I'm Kirk Franklin,
and y'all are the Family.

[phone rings]

- OK, OK.

- I told your ass
to stop calling me.

- Hey, Trina,
what's your handle

so I could tag you
in this video?

- Uh, DaBaddestThroat.

Oh, it's a double entendre
type thing.

- I think
it's a single entendre.

[phone rings]

- What?

Look, I told you
I don't give a damn.

I'm not coming back, OK?

Stop calling me.
Is you deaf, Ray Charles?

Excuse me, y'all.

- Ray Charles
definitely was not d--

- Just let it go.

- ♪ Glory, glory,
hallelujah ♪

Oh, hey, son.

Little bit too much estrogen
in there for you too, huh?

- Yeah, I needed
to clear my head.

- I don't think your mind

need to be any more clear, son.

- Ooh, you got them stepdad,
not-real-dad jokes.

- Yeah.
Your real dad is the joke.

Get over here and help me.

Come on.

Whew.

- Um, Pop?

- Yeah?
- This one don't look too good.

- Yeah, too much sun,
not enough water.

It dried up and burnt out.

- Dang, this little guy
sounds like me.

- Well, plants
can do that, son.

They're reflections
of our lives.

- Oh, is that
what you're saying, plant, huh,

that I'm dehydrated
and need some water, huh?

Is that what it is, huh?
- Hey, hey, hey, Brandon.

Brandon, Brandon.
- What's good? What's good?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, Brandon!
Brandon.

Hey, uh, son, why don't you
just, uh,

replant it
in the back over here,

you know, out of the light?

- OK.

- Your mama heated up
too many Happy Meals

when she was pregnant
with you, boy.

- What's this bag back here?

- I don't know. Let me see.
What you talking about?

- It's heavy,
this bag right here.

[grunts]
- What's in here?

[gasps]
Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.

- I thought you don't take
the Lord's name in vain.

- "In God We Trust."

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Hallelujah.
- Hallelujah.

[laughter]

- Man, there's gotta be
at least $10,000 in here.

Whose is this?
- I don't know, son.

- Uh, excuse y'all.
It's mine.

And I thought
it'd be safe out here,

but y'all just had to be the
only two niggas in the world

who be gardening and shit.

Give me that.

- Don't fuck with me.
- That's the damn--

- Strong.
- Give me that.

- Huh?
- Run it.

Thank you.

Damn.

- The Lord giveth.

- And he taketh away.

Close your eyes.

Y'all think a nigga
playing with y'all.

I'ma hide this money
in the bushes,

and y'all ain't gonna be able
to tell.

Now you can open them,
with your nosy asses.

- Why you stash that cash
in my backyard?

- Because--[sighs]

- Stop lying!

- Well, let her get it out,
Pat.

- Um, I don't trust
the banks down in Atlanta,

so I brought it up here,
where I thought it'd be safe.

- You expect me to believe
that stupid shit, Trina?

- Well, they do be acting crazy
with the money down there, Pat.

They flip it 20 ways
to Tuesday,

and then you don't even make
a penny on the profit.

- Yeah.

- Shut the fuck up, Denise.

You ain't had a functional
bank account since 1999.

- That was a hell of a year
for your girl.

Prince ain't lie
about that year, did he?

[laughter]

- Why you bring that hood shit
to my front door?

- Um, what you mean?

- I know that drug money,
heifer.

I ain't dumb.

- Yeah, we 'bout
to find out

what it sound like...
♪ When hos cry ♪

- No, no, no, no.
That's not drug money.

Um, that money is for me
and my kids' future.

- Bullshit.

That money is hot,
and you on the run.

- Yeah, you're on the run,
ain't you?

- No, I'm actually not. I--
- Shut the fuck up,

answering questions
when I ask you a question.

You got ten seconds to fess up
before I tell Denise

to go in that kitchen
and get something

so I can stab your ass.

Ten!
- Speak fast, Trina, OK?

I saw you gawking
at them cutleries.

You know they serious.

- Nine, eight!

Denise, go to the kitchen
and get me something stabby.

- Oh, well, shit, now, Pat.

We taking this too far,
ain't we?

- No, we ain't taking
nothing too far

when it come down to my family.

Seven!
- Well, Trina's family too.

- Yeah, but she the type
of family we can stab.

Six!

- I ain't no snitch.
- OK.

Well, I'ma go on in here, then.
One!

- Well, what happened
to five through two?

- Oh, I cut them
the same way

I'm 'bout to cut
your lying ass.

- OK.

I stole the money.

- [groans]

- Ooh, I knew you was up
to some dirty shit.

Who you steal it from?

- Um, you're not gonna
like the answer.

- And you ain't
gonna like how

I'm 'bout to stick my foot
up in your ass

and my toenail become
your front tooth!

- OK.

I stole it
from a drug dealer, Lil Cap.

- Lil Cap?

That man is the coldest
motherfucker in the A.

- You stole it from
a big-time drug dealer?

- Yeah.

And he don't play neither.

That's why I had to stash it.

- Girl, you is crazy.

- Yeah...in love.

- Oh, no.

Please tell me
y'all not dating.

- No.
Give me some credit.

Damn.

We just be fucking.

- Goddamn,
you really is some kin to us.

- Look, I thought
I'd be safe here, OK?

Now, all this other drama was
not part of the plan, y'all.

- No shit.

Now, exactly what plan
are you talking about?

- Oh, I fucked up, OK?

I ain't perfect.

Now, can y'all please
just help me?

- I ain't doing shit.

You done brought this
on yourself.

- Pat, please?

- I worked too damn hard
to get away

from this ghetto shit, Trina.

- Plus, this Pat
ain't gonna be no help.

- What you mean?
- I mean this Pat

is little suburban housewife

Betty Crocker
Martha Stewart Pat.

- Excuse me?

- I like this Pat fine.

I mean, I love this Pat.

But this girl needs Rabbit.

- I knew you was
gonna say that.

- Ooh!

That was your little
drug-slinging name, huh?

[laughs] I heard you was
gangsta with it too.

- Mm-hmm.
Gangsta, mean, cold--

- Retired.

- Well, you brought her out
for some coupons.

- Yeah, that was
Caucasian shit.

Now, this is scary nigga shit.

And I ain't bringing
this mess around my kids.

- Well, now the mess
has come to you.

- Pat, please.

I mean, you--you owe me.

- I owe you?
How the hell I owe you?

Bitch, I barely know you.

- Well, you and my mama
was in a situation

just like I'm in today.

And if she wouldn't have
took the rap for you

and went to prison,
you would have never

been able to make this little
life you got for yourself.

Cul-de-sacs and tiki torches.

And you married
a big swole nigga

that be gardening and shit.

- Denise, give us a minute.

You don't have
the slightest clue

what the hell
you talking about,

what went down
between me and your damn mama.

- I know you never visited her.

And I know she gave birth
to me behind bars.

And I know
that you abandoned us.

I know that.

- You don't know shit.

Your mama's the one
took the fall

'cause she fucked up
the mission.

And had she not went to jail,
she would have been dead.

I can guarantee you that.
- [scoffs]

Now, that's some
disrespectful-ass shit.

- Yeah, you right,
but the way she was living,

your Black ass
would have never been born.

- [scoffs] And I grew up
wishing for exactly that.

All my life, I've been paying
for y'all stupid choices.

Fuck, I'm--I'm still
paying for them.

- Girl, this is your choice.

- Pat, please.

I'll beg you if I have to.

Please, Pat.

- No.

You gonna have to figure
your way out of this

the same way I had to figure
my way out of this.

But you gonna do that shit away
from my house and my family.

- Pat.

- Trina, get--get up
off your knees,

'cause I assume that's how
this shit all got started

in the first place.

- Here's your shit.

- Trina, are you sure
you're gonna be safe

traveling to Atlanta
by yourself?

- I have a friend waiting
on me in Louisville,

so I'll be a'ight...hopefully.

- Mm.
- Well, listen.

You know,
I haven't dealt with too many

drug dealers in my time, but--

- Boy, you haven't dealt
with any drug dealers.

- I deal with Mama.

- This is giving me
childhood flashbacks.

- And I'm having hot flashes
'cause y'all are burning up

my last damn good nerve.

- Come on, we better get you
on the road, sweetheart.

And now, look,
I don't wanna have to do

that whole "Fresh Prince"

toss you out the front door
thing.

[laughs]
But we do have a back door.

- Oh, I guess.
Bye, y'all.

- Now, Pat, this just
don't feel right.

- You can stop looking at me
like a handicapped dog.

- Fine.

My homeboy
Baby Stone Cold Killa

waiting on me in Kentucky
anyway.

- See, that's exactly why
I want you out of my house,

'cause you ain't gonna
never break that negative shit

hanging out with somebody
named Killa

who work
at Cold Stone Creamery.

[phone chimes]
- Everybody, look.

Our video with Janelle and
Trina singing is blowing up.

- What?

Trina, I told you,
you can sing, sing.

- Oh, I'm TikTok famous.
- Oh, my God.

- This is the best day
of my life.

[phone rings]

- Oh, no.
Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- Junebug, did you tag Trina
in this video?

- Yeah, so?

- Did you also tag
our location?

- Are you crazy?
- Oh, thank God.

- Shoot, you know I did.

- Oh!
- What is wrong with you?

- Gotta put Plainfield
on the map, baby.

- What?
- Oh, you moron!

[phone rings]
- What did I do?

- "Bitch, I know
you're in Indiana,

"and I'm gonna snatch
them butterfly eyelashes

"off your face.

"You gonna look
like Samuel L. Jackson

when I get through whupping
your ass back to Atlanta."

- Oh.

Yeah, I see what I did there.

- Oh, man.
- [groans]

- OK, all right, uh,

guys, what weapons
do we have, huh?

- Weapons, you need weapons?
I got what you need.

- Everybody calm down.
We don't need no weapons.

And, Denise,
you better not be hiding

no weapons up in this house.

- No.

I mean, you don't count
brass knuckles, do you?

- Girl, calm the fuck down.

He's just probably
trying to scare you.

That nigga probably
ain't even on TatTat.

- It is TikTok, Mama.
[doorbell rings]

- Oh, no!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Everybody be still, all right?

You don't know who it is.
It might be Elizabeth.

[banging on door]
- Trina!

Ooh, bitch,
I'm 'bout to kill you!

- Oh, we 'bout to die, y'all.

- Pat, you gotta
take control here.

- No, no, no, no, no, Pat,
you ain't gotta take control.

I got it.
- OK, I know you got it

and you was in the military
and all that shit,

but fuck America.
We need Rabbit.

- I think she's right.
- No, no, no, baby.

I'm not letting you do this.

- Oh, it's my problem,
and I want to.

- Hey, your problem
is my problem.

- I kind of like the hood shit.
Let me do it.

- Lord, have mercy.
- So look, y'all.

Just calm the fuck down.
I got this shit, OK?

Just because there's a bad
motherfucker outside the door,

that don't mean
there's a bad motherfucker

inside the door, OK?

I'ma go out here
and scare the shit

out this motherfucking nigga.

[doorbell ringing]

- Damn, Terry.
I told you I got this.

- Oh, baby, I know you done
switched to Rabbit mode,

but I'm still in husband mode.

- You got my back?

- I got your front.

- Oh.

What are y'all doing?

I told y'all
to stay in the kitchen.

Y'all gonna make
some horrible-ass drug dealers.

- Damn, rude to keep
your guests outside

waiting so damn long.

- Nigga, you ain't
my motherfucking guest,

and I was waiting on Uber Eats
with my chicken wings.

- Yeah, you like
drums or flats?

- Boy!

- Man, where Trina at?
Trina!

- She ain't here.

- Man, keep playing
with me, shorty.

- Hey, hey, man.

Hey, you heard
what my wife said.

She don't like repeating
herself, all right?

She said that Trina ain't here.

- All right. Cool, cool.

Well, look.
- Yeah.

- I'm only gonna ask
one more time, though.

Nigga, where the fuck Trina at?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

- Oh, oh, oh.

I thought you were asking
was she in the living room.

That bitch in the kitchen.

- Oh, she in the kitchen.

Trina!

Trina, I know you got my shit!

- Denise, don't this nigga
look familiar?

- Yeah, yeah.

I was gonna say the same thing.

- What's your name, nigga?

- Lil Cap, nigga.

- What's your
Christian name, nigga?

- I'm Muslim, nigga.

- What's your
bow tie name, nigga?

- Don't he look like Tay's son?

- What?
Hey, how do you know that?

- OK.
Now, listen here.

- Jamarcus!

I knew them ears
looked familiar.

When you were little,
them bitches used to stay open

like a car door
and looked like the police

jumped out them bitches.

Brandon, you don't
remember this boy?

Y'all used to play together.

- For real?

- Me and his mama
was best friend.

His mama didn't circumcise him.

That's why I ain't
circumcise you.

- Yeah, yeah.

We used to call y'all
the Push Pop twins.

- Oh!
I remember you now.

It's me, B!

- Yo, B!

Yo, man!

Hey, man, you look
exactly the same, baby.

[laughs]
Hey, man.

Hey, Ms. Rabbit, you look--

- Watch your mouth, boy.

- I didn't even say nothing.

- How you been
since Tay passed?

I know it's hard,
'cause we just

recently lost our mama too.

- Yeah, we know
what it's like when you lose

somebody you love,
'cause we loved our mama.

- You know, it's been hard.
You know, um, it was--

it was tough when Mama went,
for sure.

- Yeah, y'all was close,
and y'all went through a lot.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, but you made it
through a lot, didn't you?

- Yeah.

And I miss her.

- Go on.
Let it out.

- [whimpering]

She was the only person

who just really understood me.

[whimpers]

- Here come the sprinklers.

- [sobs]

And that's why
I'm so damn mad at Trina,

you know, 'cause she
reminded me of my mama.

And now she trying
to leave me too.

[sobs]

- And she trying
to rob your ass,

and she got you out here
crying like a bitch.

- I know.

It ain't right.
- It ain't right at all.

Is that why you holding
that gun like that?

Come here. Let me show you
how to hold that gun.

- Well, you know,
I usually don't do

the dirty work these days,

you know,
because I'm so pretty.

But, you know, this situation
was personal,

so I just decided to take it
into my own hands.

- Well, come here.
Let me show you how to hold it.

- Whoa, whoa. Hold on.
Hold on. Wait, wait, wait.

What you doing?

- It's what Tay would want.

Come on.
Go on. Let it out.

It's OK if a thug cry on high.

- You're right.
She would've wanted that.

[sobs]

[sniffles]
Oh, shit!

- This how you hold a gun.
Yeah.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What you doing?

- [laughs]
My, how the tables have turned.

- Bitch, give my gun back.

- No, Jamarcus!

- My name ain't Jamarcus.
It's Lil Cap.

- Oh, you 'bout to get a cap
in your ass.

You keep going, baby.

I don't like guns, but you sure
doing something to a brother.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

- Look at him,
crying like the little

bitch-ass nigga that he is.

- OK.
Well, look who's talking.

You should talk,
old thief-ass bitch.

- You a thief too, bitch.

I stole your money
just like you stole my heart.

- Is anyone else intrigued?

[no audible dialogue]

- Can't believe
you was talking all that shit

about what you was gonna do
to me and my kids.

But my kids are safe.

I got your money.

And my family got my back.

- Trina, that money
ain't yours!

I mean--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Look, you don't understand
the problems that you causing.

- Shut up!

Should've thought about
that before you

fucked my best friend.

- Now, that girl
wasn't your friend.

I tried to tell you that.

- You don't know
what you getting

these nice folks off into.

I don't ride alone.

- Brandon, go on and get that
money bag out the bathroom.

- Wait, you not
gonna give him the--

- Shut the fuck up, Trina.
- Yeah, shut the fuck up.

- And throw it to, uh,
Lil Cap, wasn't it?

- Uh, yeah.
Yeah, Lil Cap. Yes, sir.

I definitely
remember you now, bro.

You couldn't throw
a ball for shit.

- No, you just couldn't catch.

- Is it all there?

- Why you even giving him the--

- Is it?

- What the fuck?

[no audible dialogue]

- God dang, y'all.

Y'all can't let me
have nothing.

- Now it's all there.
- Good.

- Look like she finally
telling the truth for once.

- Shut it.

- Get your ass out
this house, man.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, and, uh, Ms. Rabbit,

I just wanted to tell you
thank you for everything

that you did for me
back in the day--

- Boy, go on. Get the fuck out.
- OK. Yes, ma'am.

- Hey, come get your gun,
'cause I'm a convicted felon.

I can't have this shit.
- Oh, you sure, baby?

- Yeah, I'm sure.
- All right.

- Oh, Lord.

- Now, that was
my fucking sister.

Yes.

- Yeah, that was
something else, baby.

- I should have TikTok'd that.

- How many moms would
literally scam a loaded gun

out of the hands of a killer?

- Yeah, Ma.

I say that almost makes up
for the last 15 years of abuse.

- Y'all calm the fuck down.

Rabbit has left the building.

- It's just always
all about you, isn't it?

- [scoffs]
You got some attitude

when I just saved your ass?

- You didn't save me at all.

I was gonna use that money
to build a better life

for me and my kids.

- Girl, $10,000
ain't no goddamn--

- That wasn't
no $10,000 in that bag.

That was half a mil in cash.

- A half a say what, now?

- Let's go get our money!

- He gone now,

just like my future
and my kids' future.

trio: Damn.

- You know, I thought
y'all was my family.

Do y'all know what I could
have did with that money?

My whole world
could've changed.

You so damn selfish.

- Bitch, I just
saved your life.

- Why you gotta be the only one
to make it out, huh?

You think you better
or something?

- OK, now, hold up,
'cause this ain't Pat's fault.

- Then whose fault is it?

- It's not a who.
It's a what.

- No, it's about who did what.

You ruined my life
at birth,

and now it seem like
you just gonna ruin it

until the day I die.

- OK, girl, if you look at it
like that,

that's how your ass
gonna see it.

You gonna be stuck in a cycle
just like your mama

and never be able
to break the shit.

- You could've broke it by
letting me keep my damn money.

- It wasn't your money.

The only money
that's yours, Trina,

is the one you work for.

- It'd take me a lifetime
to earn money like that.

- Girl, you can sing
your ass off.

What else you need?

I seen people get
a lot further with less.

Look at me, bitch.

- Hey, and I mean,
you do already have

thousands of fans on TikTok.

You wanna see?

- No.

Let me see.

I guess you right, Pat.
[chuckles]

I should go for it, you know?

I mean, I can do hard shit
pretty good.

[laughs]

- Well, if you stop
being lazy,

you can get a lot of shit done.

- Yeah.

Ooh, and maybe June
could get me in

that music center
at his school.

And I could record a demo

and put a showcase together
in y'all backyard.

And I could--

- Uh, baby, I think
you misunderstood me.

Now, look, I want you
to pursue your dreams,

but I don't want you
to pursue them in this house.

I want you to pursue them
the fuck away from here, OK?

- ♪ She's leaving ♪

- ♪ Leaving ♪

- ♪ Leaving on that
midnight train to Georgia ♪

all: ♪ Leaving on that
midnight train to Georgia ♪

[imitating train horn]

- We love you.
- Amen. God be with you.

- I'm gonna send you
a Cash App.

- Was it Beyoncé this time?

- Fool, it ain't never
gonna be no damn Beyoncé.

- Girl, I'm playing.
I'm playing, all right?

[laughs] You know what, baby?

I loved the way you handled
things earlier, you know?

Seeing you, uh,
turn into Rabbit.

[chuckles]
I learned a lot of things.

- What did you learn?

- Eh, I learned--

I learned...

give me the goddamn money.

I'm gonna fill your fat head
full of lead, motherfucker!

- Ooh.
That turned me on.

- Mm.

[funky music]

- ♪ She's a grown-ass woman ♪

♪ And she don't take
no stuff ♪

♪ She's a grown-ass woman ♪

♪ And you can't get enough ♪

♪ She's a grown-ass woman ♪

[indistinct]

♪ She's a grown-ass woman ♪

[indistinct]