All language subtitles for Claws - 03x07 - Chicken Pussy.TBS

- You're breaking up with me?
- Yeah.

What's wrong? Look, if you want
to talk, I'm free.

Let's get married.

- What?
- Is that a yes?

- Yes!
- We're pregnant!

What say you let me show you a good time?

Are you smashing Joe?

- Why have you been lying to me?
- It's over.

How many people have you killed?

- Pol...
- No, don't.

I don't care about the world.

I care about me.

So if things don't start
to pick up at the clinic,

I'm gonna have to seek greener pastures.

They bought it was Clint.

I'm sorry I went rogue, Zaddy.

Just don't do it again, okay?

Shameful, paying that bastard
to fill a prison

with innocent people.

Prisons that you take bribes to build.

The casino is mine now.

We listen to a higher power.

He's referring to the Triads.

If you take over, the cat
is out of the bag,

and we are all dead, including our son.

Meet Dean Lovestone.

We legally adopted him this morning.

W-W-We're all family now.

Hey, y'all. We are broadcasting
all the way live

from the apartment of Desna Simms.

And today, the "Blue Chairs" is about to

The hell off.

With me are Desna Simms
and Mac and Melba Lovestone

of the Bayside Rapture Casino.

There has been a lot
of drama between y'all.

She just keeps coming back.

She's like an antibiotic-
resistant strain of gonorrhea.

Don't start it, you hi-hag.

Oh, joy, oh rapture.

The tea is spilling off the table.

So much bad blood, but, as it
turns out, there's been

a bigger boss all along...
the Macau Triads.

The most ruthless crime
organization on the planet.

And if y'all don't come together,

and they find out about
your little side hustle

with the Governor,
they gonna kill your ass

and the asses of everybody you love.

You know, if she had
just taken that check...

Bitch, if you would've told me
you was in the bed

with the Chinese Mob, maybe I would have.

Okay, okay. We want to work this out.

We have an interracial family to protect.

We love our black son.

Dean is not your son.

As a matter of fact,

I have the results of
the paternity test right here.

So, as it turns out,

Dean is not the biological son

of Mac and Melba.

In yo face.

But he'd rather be with them
than with you.

- Bloop.
- What...

This is bullshit!

Hi, Dessie.

- "Macau"... M-A-C-A-U?
- Yeah.

- Where the... is Macau?
- It's off the coast of China,

but these Triads are serious.

Listen to this... in Atlantic City,

a man and a woman...
sweet toddler Jesus...

Oh! Des, look at this.

This shit is serious.

They are worse than the Russians.

We've got to get Dean the hell
out of that casino right now.

- What's the game plan, Des?
- Okay, listen.

I need all y'all to sit this one out.

- What?!
- No, ma'am, ma'am.

No way, no way. I'm not gonna let you
go there by yourself, no.

It's dangerous, Ann,
and you got a bun in the oven.

Okay, well, that part is right.

I'ma get over there with Roller,
we gonna grab Dean

and be in and out before Macau find out,

and when we're done,
that's it with this shit.

Let me just get this straight.

You gonna roll with your boy
and not your actual crew?

Hos before bros, Des.

He's got his own beef with Mac and Melba.

What ever happened to ride or die?

This time, I'ma need y'all to just ride.

Gwen, hey, pick a color, girl.

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Des?

What?

Listen, I know that I lied about Joe.

You damn right you did.

You were literally sleeping
with the enemy.

Bitch, you ain't Julia Roberts.

- How am I supposed to trust you?
- I know, I know.

But let me make it up to you.
I can go and talk to Joe.

I can get the inside track
on Mac and Melba

and find out what they're
really doing with Dean.

And are you saying that
just 'cause you want

to fall back on the man's dick? No!

Well, if I'm being honest, partly.

Please don't tell me
you ain't caught feelings

- for this Rico Suave.
- I didn't mean to!

Oh, God, I don't even
understand how it happened.

I don't know what's going on.

Shit, you in deep.

Oh, girl, I'm drowning.

Oh. Listen.

Oh, I get it.

I mean, me and Roller... we...

We don't make sense, but we work.

See? You know what I'm talking about.

No, because Joe is in bed
with Mac and Melba,

so who knows what kind of
foul shit he into over there.

Well, I can compartmentalize my feelings.

I like Joe, but I would never
put a man before the crew.

I'm totally down with you, Des,
and you know that.

I know that.

And I forgive you.

Pol, there's some dark shit
happening over there,

and I cannot let you back
in that lion's den.

Dean is part of my family, too.

I taught him how to chairy-pop.

Okurrr? Right?

I'm not gonna lie.

It would be nice to have somebody else

watching my back over there.

That's me, girl.

- We got to be careful, Pol.
- Yeah.

Those Triads will skin us alive.

I know.

I love you so much.

- Uh, uh.
- Hello, ladies.

- Are you ready to see the baby?
- Mm.

I'm just gonna hand you this, okay?

Oh, God. Alright, okay.

We're gonna check for a heartbeat, okay?

Alrighty. Alright.

Why aren't we hearing anything?

This is bad. This is really bad.

Just give him a minute.
Let him do his job.

Oh, God.

Something's wrong. I know it.
Something's wrong with the baby.

It's gonna be fine. I...

It's gonna be fine, right?

Just tell her, right?

Tell her. It's gonna be fine.

There it is.

Nice and strong, see?

Mm, okay, um, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna catch up with you
in a little bit.

Hey, hey, D., look at me.

Just be easy, alright?

Go in there and tell him
about the Chinese gangsters.

Dean's sharp. He'll listen, okay, babe?

Okay.

Dean?

- Mm.
- Can I talk to you for a minute?

I don't... I don't want to talk about

Mac and Melba with you anymore.

Well, I don't want to talk about
Mac and Melba either.

I want to talk about
Mac and Melba's bosses.

The Triad. The Chinese Mafia.
The San Ho Hui.

Their name means the union
between heaven, earth, and man.

Mac and Melba told me all about them.

Oh, oh, okay, then good.

Then you know that these people
are dangerous

and that we could be diced up
and buried just like that.

Dean, we got to get out of here.

I don't want to talk about this anymore.

I have a very important
tournament to prep for.

I-I-I need to focus.

Dean, y-y-you remember, the, um...

when you were around eight,
that group home

that we lived in in Oceanside?

- Terrible food, yes.
- Okay, Dean. That's the one.

You remember when the kitchen
caught on fire?

You said it was cosmic justice, yeah.

I set the fire, Dean.

Were you protesting
their fish-stick heavy menu?

I was trying to keep you
from getting adopted.

Th-There was a family that...
that wanted you, Dean,

and I begged and I cried
to get them to take me, too,

because I knew what
kind of people they were,

and I knew that they wouldn't
take care of you

as good as I could.

They already had too many kids.

They couldn't give you
the attention you needed,

and they said no,
so I set the kitchen on fire,

and I blamed it on you.

And after that, they were gone.

I know this is hard for you
to understand, baby,

but it was the right thing to do.

Don't you see, Dean?

I will do anything to keep you safe.

You took a family from me.

You were selfish.

I did it for you.

I did everything I've done for you.

It's all been for you.

I just want you out of the casino, Dean.

I'm not trying to control you, baby.

I'm trying to protect you.

You're not trying to protect me, Desna!

You're trying to protect you.

Just you.

It's sad how hard she tries.

- Dean will stay focused.
- He better.

We need him to win that tournament.

Oh, he will. He's so talented.

It's a shame he's not gonna
get a chance to act...

Look, I understand that
stealing his prize money

has always been a part of the plan,

but the kid is...

Is the final step necessary?

Don't be a chicken pussy.

Stick to the plan. No loose ends.

After Dean wins, he's dead,
and we're gone.

Hey, baby, what's happening?

Roller, Dean... he shut me down.

Hmm?

So I want to ask if you could
do me a favor.

Yeah, what you need, baby?

I need you to run the Hunting Grounds.

Okay.

I mean, what's running a whack-ass club

got to do with your brother?

I just figure if you were here
running the club...

you know how much Dean likes
to spend time with you,

and maybe you could just talk
to him and convince him

about our exit strategy.

'Cause we need to get Dean
out of this casino.

I got you.

Yeah?

Thank you.

You think you can do it
without killing Mac and Melba?

Baby, I'm all about restraint.

- Promise?
- I got you.

What's the matter?

Why the long tits?

I'm thinking that the Hunting Ground

needs to be revamped, and Roller
is just the person to do it.

Mm. I have serious reservations

about your white-black lover taking over.

I don't know why not.

He has experience in the music industry,

and he could take that club
to a whole new level.

It doesn't need that.

The Mac daddy make you jump-jump.

- I'm just not a fan.
- Yeah, me, either, bitch.

I can't work with this meathead.

Okay, well, you gonna have
to figure it out,

'cause his ass ain't going nowhere.

Listen, your club is shit.
Lucky for you, I can fix it.

Fine, do what you want.

I'ma need some paper.

- Skrilla?
- Bread?

Chedda?

- Money.
- Money.

Oh, for God's sake,
just go up to accounting

and get what you need.

Hey.

Hey, stranger.

Want to get rowdy together?

What are you doing here?

Um...

I missed you.

Then why'd you send back the gun?

I'm not very good at accepting gifts.

One time, uh, Richard Branson...

- he gave me a trip to outer space...
- Yeah.

Cut the bullshit.

You want to be with me?

Yes.

You walked away.

You killed Penelope and Yolanda.

I thought I was next.

- So what's changed?
- Nothing.

I just... I can't stay away from you.

Are you playing me?

No.

'Cause I am not playing you.

- Jenn.
- Yes?

I've decided to go
on a real date with Eric.

Oh. Which one?

Uh, that one. Showcase them
titties a little bit.

Let 'em dance around.

Girl, you know these
mosquito bites don't dance.

That is true.

Listen, it doesn't really matter
what you wear.

It's gonna end up on the floor anyway.

Ahh!

- Jenny-Jenn!
- Yes, baby?

- Whoo!
- Oh, my.

You ain't never finna believe
what just happened to me.

Oh, my God, you got me that Cadillac
Escalade from my dream board?

Oh, ho. Oh!

Better. Better.

I just got a meeting
with some publishing folks

who want to turn "Get It, Get It"

into a book-book.

- A book-book!
- And they sound real excited!

Get it, boy!

I know, I know.

Oh, I always thought that, you know,

e-books were the future,
but to hell with that.

I want to be in Barnes and Noble.

Dip me.

OH, COME HERE. BOTH: Ah!

I've never been more proud, baby.

Ah!

- Or wet.
- Wh...

You got the... the...

She's almost done.

R-Roller, I-I-I have to...
I have to get back to my game.

It's just one minute.
I need your advice, Dean.

But did... did Desna send you here

for some kind of intervention?

Because I'm not an addict,
Roller. I'm not an addict.

Dean, nobody's saying that.

Dean, I got to open this club up,

and you're in here, like,
24 hours, seven days a week.

Actually, I'm in the mahjong room.

Yeah, but you know the customers, right?

- N-Not really.
- Dean, what you mean?

You got the party instinct.

I hate loud music,
and I don't like being touched,

so, actually it's, like,
the exact opposite of...

Dean, just... just come on, man.

Help me out.

Okay, Roller. Okay. Okay.

Um, have you procured entertainment yet?

Nope.

Oh, oh, oh, wh-what...
what about male exotic dancers?

Attendance at the Hammer and Pickle

went up 30% when
Polly's Boys started to perform.

- Yes!
- Yes!

- See? Yes.
- Y-Yes.

Hey, you can get your boys back together?

Well, I can't, 'cause then it'd interrupt

with my mahjong training.

No, it would not interrupt
your mahjong training.

It would help your mahjong training,

because dancing's like sex.

It will help your mind, body, and soul.

Okay, well, I have missed
expressing myself

- through movement.
- Right?

- Yeah.
- You get your boys back together.

You're on tomorrow night, okay?

- Okay, tomorrow night.
- That's it.

What the hell?

Trip says you're on this now.

- On what?
- The wash.

Bye.

Wha...

Come in. I'm famished.

Ah, I thought you were my pizza.

Question.

No, the belt is not flattering.

How do you wash the Governor's
money through the casino?

I only know how to smurf
through my salon.

Oh, Desna.

Dumb-dumb Desna.

Washing money is easy.

It's keeping it from Macau that
you have to be careful about.

Let me tell you about our counterparts

at Gambler's Delight in Atlantic City.

They skimmed a little bit
of money from the Triads

because they wanted to build a pool.

Nothing fancy... above ground.

But Macau found out,
and they went swimming alright.

Swimming in a deep-fat fryer.

Alright, then...
then tell me how to do it.

Just give me a sec.

Let me just bask in this for a moment.

Yep. Hmm.

Open your eyes, bitch.

If you don't help me, we both go down.

The drop always happens here...

...because it is a
security-camera-blind spot.

Right.

Desna, this is Phyllis.

She's a third grade teacher who gambles

"on the house" with us every month.

Nice to meet you.

Very nice to meet you.

Phyllis gets the money from
us and exchanges it for chips.

She has to gamble just long enough

for the security cameras to capture her.

We want to make it look legit.

And then she cashes
all the chips back in.

We record it as a gambling winning,

and Trip has nice, clean money.

And then she does it again
and again and again.

For school supplies.

Wow, this is a baby?

Yup.

I cannot stop eating.

Why aren't you guys eating?
You're not hungry?

I don't have an appetite.

Oh.

I'm considering dropping out of the race.

Mnh-mnh. You can't do that.

Yeah, we need you. You're our voice.

I have a feeling Patel's gonna
out me at the town hall tonight.

I think we can all agree
Florida isn't ready

for a gay Cuban governor.

You've got to stay in the race.

- And lose?
- You've worked your ass off.

- Don't let him stand in your way.
- It's pointless.

I don't know why I ever thought
I could do this.

But you can. With what I know about him,
Ted Bundy could beat Patel.

What do you know?

Well, if you knew where he got his money.

I already said too much.

Come on. You can't just drop
that bomb and then walk away.

Come on, sis. I need your help.

Hey, deejay, nothing before 2001.

You heard me? What do we got?

Okay. Here, what's this?

Does that say "Cristal"?

- Take it back.
- Boys.

Boys, boys, boys. Nope, nope, nope.

You're looking rusty, alright?

Balanchine once said to me,
"The key to dance is discipline

and a tight-ass twerk."

Alright? So back to the top.

And five, six, seven, eight.

Joe.

Tonight, these boys
christen this humble stage

with man sweat!

Well, looks like you're busy.

I guess we can't go extort anyone.

What? No, yes, we can.

I'm gonna be done
with these girls by 3:00.

Oh, yes, yes, Dean,

you are a poet of the dance.

- Mwah!
- Wow.

That man can do no wrong.

What are you talking about?

Mac and Melba. You now?

Everyone's obsessed with Dean.

Sweetie, I love Dean like
a choreographer loves her muse.

I can't speak for Mac
and Melba's motivations, though.

- I've devoted my life to them.
- I know.

Did their dirty work for decades.

- You don't see them adopting me.
- That is weird.

Do you know why they would
pick Dean over you?

I don't know why
they do anything anymore.

- I'm out of the loop.
- Hey, Polly, look.

I-I've been thinking
about putting this in.

Ooh, yes, yah, yas, Queen, I love it.

Love it. Work it. Work it.

Work it. Work it. Work it.

Excuse me.

- So?
- What?

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

Polly got the boys back together.

They're back there looking like

a butt-naked Backstreet Boys reunion.

Maybe it's a good time for me
to go talk to him now.

Slow down. Why you so thirsty?
I told you.

- I'ma speak to him, take care of it.
- Roller, I...

Look, we're gonna get drinks
after he's done dancing.

I'ma speak to him.

I can't tell you what
this opportunity means to me.

If I could actually get
"Get It, Get It" published,

I could finally go wide with
my message of empowerment

and stick-to-itiveness and drive.

And spunk. Don't you forget spunk.

- You know that's important.
- Spunk.

Honestly, we couldn't agree more.

We'd really like to publish your book.

- What do you say, pal?
- Yes!

- Am I yelling?
- Oh, my God.

Yes, please.

You don't know how much this means to us.

I mean, it's like our daughters
can finally stop

asking why their
daddy cries all the time.

- Jenn, what the...
- I'm sorry.

- That was not...
- It's just...

I've been working on
this project for so long.

So long.

And to have someone believe in me.

Mr. Husser, mine's an old family

whose roots run deep.

We've always believed
in supporting our community.

An advance, to show you
how confident we are in you

and this project.

Uh... uh...

Pulled it back.

It's $25,000.

Holy shit. That's pretty.

We'd like to start to get a buzz
going with the book right away.

Kick things off with a small
promotional tour

through the Deep South.

My baby has always wanted to go on tour.

- I always loved the South.
- I know.

Great. I've got a printer.

They can make some advance copies.

I'll invite some folks that you can meet

and give you a taste of the author life.

What are you talking about... tonight?

Yes, ma'am.

- Okay. Not again.
- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- There he goes.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- All right.

- You shouldn't have to see me like this.
- Okay.

Thank you so much.

- Get over here.
- Whoa!

Oh, God! Oh! Damn.

Mm.

What's up, Bayside Rapture?

Y'all ready for some sensual shit? Huh?

Oh.

First time at Roller's,
let me introduce to you,

Dean and the Get Money Boyz.

- Let's go!
- Oh!

Ooh-hoo-hoo!

So, what did you find out from Joe?

Joe is super jelly that
Mac and Melba adopted Dean.

I kind of feel bad for him. But...

But does he know what they got
planned for my brother, Pol?

If there is a plan, Joe
doesn't know anything about it.

So, are you saying that
they actually like Dean?

That's what Joe thinks.

Damn.

This shit is more twisted than I thought.

Mm-hmm.

That's our baby!

Whoo! Yes! Those are my boys!

Hey.

Yeah. Dean, that set was fire.

- Killed it.
- Th-Thanks... Thanks, Roller.

Thanks. And... And you were right.

I-I'd forgotten about the endorphin rush

that dancing provides.

It's... It's really gonna help my game.

Hey, Dean, you got to forget
about mahjong.

You got to take this act
on the road, baby.

But I-I can't, because then
I'll miss the tournament.

Dean, Dean, listen to me.

You can play that game whenever you want,

but you can't shake
that ass forever, huh?

Merce Cunningham
danced into his nineties.

Man, I don't know who that is,
bro, but listen...

nobody wants to see
a wrinkled ass twerking.

Baby!

Look at this turnout!

- You killed it.
- Hey.

Hey, I didn't know you was gonna be here.

Yeah.

Hey, you want something to drink?

W-Well, Dean, what are you having?

A-A kombucha sour.

Can I have the same, but with vodka?

You looked good out there tonight.

Th-Thanks, Dessie.

It... It was good
to be back with the boys.

It was a much simpler time then.

- I hadn't shot Zlata.
- Slow...

A-And... And... And you
hadn't killed Dr. Ruval.

Baby, that... that is all water
under the bridge.

- Yeah.
- But those body rolls you did tonight...

boy?

- Hey!
- Yeah.

- You noticed that, yeah?
- Yes, I did.

We were practicing a lot, Des.
We were practicing a lot.

I am fundamentally opposed
to same-sex marriage.

But, clearly, my opponent, Henry Zayas,

to my left here, disagrees with me.

For personal reasons.

Governor Patel is correct.

I am supportive of same-sex marriage.

And not just because it's right.

But, uh...

because my sister's a lesbian.

She and her partner are engaged,

and I can't think of two people

more deserving of a happy,
healthy marriage.

Aw!

Well, alrighty, then.

And that's the only reason
you support same-sex marriage?

Did you see that?

Dean didn't get defensive
or walk away from me at all.

You're welcome, baby.

I think he's finally opening up to me,

and I can convince him to get
out of here a little sooner.

Just don't freak him out, okay?

- I'm not.
- Okay.

Wait. What is happening?

So, I assume you're planning
on marrying your boyfriend?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, I think you do,

and I think it's time you fess up

to the good people
of the great state of Florida.

Be honest, son.

Okay.

I'll be honest.

As soon as you admit
to the good people of Florida

that you've been taking bribes.

- Shit!
- Factually not true!

And then you launder the money

through Bayside Rapture Casino.

- These are lies!
- Oh, shit.

I've never even been to the casino, liar!

Shit.

Polly, Ann is in trouble.

Her brother just leaked that
the Governor is taking bribes,

and I think she was the one who told him.

That's an unfortunate development.

Look, I've been trying her,

and she's not answering the phone,

but I need you to find out from Joe

if Mac and Melba know about this yet,

'cause, if they do,
her ass is Melba toast.

I will get right on that
and, uh, circle back.

Hey, uh, Roller has
a question for Mac and Melba,

and he can't find them.

Do you have a fix on their location?

No, I don't. And, frankly, I don't care.

No one consulted me about having
that Neanderthal run the club.

They don't appreciate you, Joe.

All those years of service,

not getting included in the decisions?

I don't want to talk about it.
It's hurtful!

On top of being replaced by Dean.

Polly, please.

Baby, I'm sorry.

I-I'm not trying to pick a sore spot.

I'm just trying to understand
why you still put up with them.

They were there for me
during my darkest moment.

There's a darkness in me, too.

And I like it.

Maybe too much.

And when I'm around you,
I feel it, and it...

and I really... just, it...

It scares me.

So I'm your issue?

What scares me the most is that
I can't stay away from you.

I'm afraid of what being
around you does to me.

I will never let anything
happen to you, Polly.

This is Ann. Leave a message at the beep.

Ann, no one is picking up
the salon phone.

Are you okay?

I need you to call me back.

It's an emergency.

Verla, please.

I just need a little something, please?

I miss pills.
Especially booty-bumpin' em.

Look. Come back tomorrow
to get treatment.

Everything's gonna be fine.
Methadone is great.

It'll help you get over
your opioid cravings.

Will it help me get over
seeing my drug dealer

turn into a Mormon Tabernacle choirboy?

Ugh!

Mmm.

Mm.

Do you think Toby will be okay
with what we're doing?

Well, he's a millennial.

There's no need to fill him in
on the details.

It'd just confuse him.

Yeah, but if you keep
threading my needle,

you are gonna tell him, right?

Well, I'm definitely gonna keep
threading your needle.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Okay, I'm gonna see you later.

Ow.

Don't forget the cocoa butter.

I won't.

Hey, Toby.

Well.

Don't you look like
the CEO of Haternation.

- You've been keeping a secret.
- What are you talking about?

I know you've been giving Brenda
vitamin D injections.

Well, I was gonna, you know,
ease you into that.

But, uh, I guess this is

just as good a time as any.

How about we bring, uh,

ol' Brenda into the fold?

Our fold?

Oh, come on now, Toby.

You know I love you.

But, uh...

well, the heart wants
what the heart wants.

And it... And my heart wants...

Tobrenda.

Tobrenda?

Are you serious?

I am a 26-year-old sugar baby.

This is not how you treat me.

Come on, boy, all I done for you...

After what I've done for you!

I tried to kill for you.

I never asked you to go after Desna...

I did what you couldn't, you moron!

Stop, stop, stop, hey. Shh, calm down.

Calm down, boy. Calm down. Shh.

Calm down.

I feel like I'm losing you.

Oh, you ain't losing me.

Yeah, I'm right here, boy.

No, you're not. You're with her!

Well, how's this any different
than with Juanda?

Because Juanda was a queen and...

and you... you both chose me.

Only you chose Brenda.
You went behind my back.

Look, Clay.

There's only room for one
princess in this relationship.

You have to make a choice.

- So, uh...
- So...

...w-what made you pick the Tomato Oasis?

Oh, uh, well, before I went away,

Jenn and I used to hit
this place all the time.

Oh.

Cool.

And when she was pregnant, um,

all she ever wanted
was those breadsticks.

Oh.

Sounds like you really miss Jenn a lot.

- Virginia!
- Uh...

Hey, girl, hey!

Speak of the devil.

I didn't know that y'all were
coming out for fancy Italian!

Oh, my God, these breadsticks.

How's this going?

- G-Great, yeah. Mm-hmm.
- Great.

Well, this distinguished
gentleman to my right

has a talk in the Executive Vine Room

if you'd like to stop on by.

- "Get it"?
- "Get it"?

Oh. That sounds amazing.

I think we should stop by, yeah?

Yeah, I'm in.

Yeah, I'm sure you are.

Hey.

- Author coming through!
- Stop it.

Hello?

Ann?

Hello?

Are you here?

Oh, God.

Why weren't you answering
your goddamn phone?

- I thought something happened to you.
- I saw it.

Ann, you told your brother?
Why would you do that?

- It was a mistake. I'm so sorry.
- You...

You want them to take your intestines out

and make them into a goddamn bolo tie?

It was a mistake. On...

On the life of my unborn baby,

you know that I wouldn't do that.

Just... I made a mistake.

I was just trying to encourage him.

- I would never ever...
- Shut up.

I didn't know he was gonna
do that on live TV...

Shut up!

For somebody named Quiet Ann,
you talk too damn much.

Get your ass in the car
before somebody finds you

and blows your head off.

This is bullshit.

I'm not going into hiding.

Five minutes ago you was
cowering in the back office.

- Now she don't wanna hide.
- Well, I freaked.

Okay? But I'm fine now,

so we can turn around and go back.

We are not going back, okay?

I'm gonna get you safe,
so just deal with it.

Dean's right. You're always
trying to control people.

Unh-unh. Don't bring Dean into this.

_

_

Great.

We're in this mess
because of you and Dean.

What? So this is my fault?
I swear to God.

It's like you just like sabotaging shit.

What the hell does that mean?

Hello, Arlene?

Hello, quitting the crew way back when?

- I mean...
- So you're giving me a history lesson?

- Yeah.
- Hello, Zlata?

Oh... Hello, Riva?

Stay outta my business.

You just better hope Mac and Melba

stay out of your business.

Speak of the devil.

Hey, girl.

Clearly the quiet one wasn't so quiet.

What? I... I don't know what you mean.

Her brother just accused Patel

on television of washing money
through Bayside.

We need to take care of this, Desna.

- Where is she?
- I-I don't know.

Poppycock!

Don't worry, okay?

I'll find her.

Oh! Oh, no.

No, I'm not worried.

She will be found.

And punished.

We're looking, too.

Thank you.

Okay, okay, but I have never been late

on any credit card payment.

I have been a loyal customer
since college.

You people lured me with
an application and a free trip

to Weeki Wachee State Park.

Hello? Hello?

What the...

Ken, I need some Oxy.

I can't just give them out anymore.

- We're healing people, remember?
- Don't worry.

Uncle Daddy's too blinded

by Brenda's feminine wiles to notice.

He's got pussy goggles on.

I can pay you for them if that
makes it any better.

That... That would make me a dealer.

So what? Get your side hustle on, girl.

You work at a strip mall in Palmetto.

Don't you have dreams?

Hey, hey, hey, you can't take that.

Wait, hey!

How am I gonna explain the accounting?

Figure it out.

Hey. Hey.

Bad news.

Mac and Melba just
asked me to murder your friend.

The quiet one.

- Joe! You can't do that!
- It's my job.

Ah! No, it's not!

They treat you like
a red-headed step-child,

no offense to me, and they expect you

to just jump every time they call.

- Yeah, it is getting old.
- So stand up to them.

Show them that they can't
treat you like that anymore.

You know what? They should
ask their mahjong son

- is what they should do.
- Atta boy.

Okay, here's what we're gonna do.

I am gonna put this over here,
and you are just gonna lie

and say that you can't find Ann,

and I am gonna keep you occupied.

"Because it's not just about
having pride in who you are.

It's about speaking up and
demanding respect from others.

Demanding that they acknowledge
the inherent greatness

you've always known in yourself.

Now that is what it means
to get it, get it."

- Oh...
- Yeah!

Alright, then I'll, uh...

I'll be happy to take any questions.

First of all, buddy, really,
really inspiring.

Thank you, brother.

But what I find most empowering
is the subtitle

to your magnum opus...
"The Final Solution."

I just think it's refreshing
when someone has the gonads

to rise up and encourage the master race

to "get it, get it."

Question, uh, what do you
mean "master race"?

Oh, the one true race. The white race.

Yeah.

Oh, Lord.

I think there's been a mistake.

I'm not a part of the white race.

I mean, I'm... I mean, I'm not a racist.

Oh, neither are we.

We're nationalists.

- White power!
- White national...

Me and my wife... we have many,
many black friends.

- We love our black friends.
- So many, and we love them.

And co-workers.

Okay, race traitor. Chad, don't. Chad.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Chad, don't do this.

- You just wanna back off...
- Come on!

Oh!

Jenn, I'm sorry.

- I have a black...
- I'm sor... Oh! Oh!

- We have a black daughter!
- Shit!

Back! Get back!

- Let go!
- Virginia, did you see me?!

White power!

Somebody definitely died
in this shit hole.

Please stop talking about death.

- It's her.
- Oh, God.

It's okay, baby. I'm here now.

I can't believe your brother
would do this.

Didn't he know it would blow back on us?

I'm not gonna defend him, alright?

He screwed up, and now
we're gonna be in hiding

for the rest of our goddamn lives.

Don't say that. I'm gonna fix this.

How? How are you gonna do that?

I'm gonna make a deal with Mac and Melba.

No!

You're not gonna become
a dirty cop because of me.

No.

I'm doing this.

This is happening.

Are you sure?

We're having a baby.

That's all that matters now.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Thank you for taking the time
to talk to your sister.

Okay.

- Baby.
- Huh.

Baby.

I want to talk to you,
and I just wanted to say

that you were right,
and I've been selfish.

Yes, extremely.

Yeah, and you are a grown-ass man,

and you don't need me
to be your protector.

Can I go back to play mahjong now?

Okay, well, no, I have some
other things to say,

and if you still want
to go after that, you can.

I just want to make sure
you have all the facts.

Yeah, facts, I like facts.

Facts are friends... your friends.

Unless you're the President.

Okay.

Well, the fact is Quiet Ann
is in hiding right now

because Mac and Melba want to hurt her.

T-T-That's not a fact.

Baby, that's a fact.

And the other thing I didn't tell you

because I didn't want you
to worry was that Mac and Melba

kidnapped me and Roller...

...and left us in the swamp to die.

Dean, these are the people
who adopted you.

I don't know, Dessie.

I-I don't... that's a lot to process.

I would not lie to you about this.

Dean, you are a grown man now.

You can handle the truth,

and that's why I'm telling you all this.

That's why I want you to leave here,

because I'm worried about you.
I promise you.

I will find you another place
to dance and play mahjong,

but just not here.

I can't... I don't know...
I don't... I don't...

I-I can't talk about this until
after I finish the tournament.

The tournament... I have to finish the...

O-Okay, okay, okay, baby.

- Yes.
- We...

We can talk about it
any time you get ready.

T-Thanks, Dessie, I appreciate it.
Thank you.

I love you.

- Doc?
- Shh.

I know you're missing the goods.

Wait, wait, wait.

I need you to tell all your friends

that I can hook them up,

but you can't use my real name, okay?

You call me...

Ishmael.

I'll call you Beyoncé.

Just give me my damn drugs.

Thanks.

I couldn't find Ann anywhere.

Wh... What the hell are you doing here?

Saving your ass.

Your friend Arlene was just telling us

that she is willing to help us
bury this unfortunate debacle

so that we can keep
law enforcement out of it.

- Oh, is she?
- This is what's gonna happen.

You need to make your books
are completely clean

and sever all ties with Patel.

I can make all of this go away
if you never look at Ann again.

Well?

Come on, y'all.
That... That seems reasonable.

Oh, indeed it is. I like your friend.

I don't.

Professor.

What a surprise.

She...

was a liability.

Now, let's find out if you are, too.