Original subtitles

- "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 ♪

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♪ She's a grown-ass woman ♪

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