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Previously on P-Valley...

I'm spending this whole divorce settlement

tonight, bitches!

Look, my homeboy told me

about this girl with the dick-sucking lips.

Dirty Dozen tour start tomorrow.

What you doing, lil' niggah?

What's wrong with this niggah, maine?

It's a party game.

Somebody get picked to be a killer.

If they wink at you, you gotta die 30 seconds later.

Murda!

Don't go disrespectin' the guh, nanh.

Bitch, you just ain't his type.

You get into one fight.

Niggah just ain't cut like us.

You might be too cut.

Niggah, "I love you"?

Keyshawn, that's the only thought.

"You look beautiful in red."

There are a few referendums on the ballot.

One of 'em bein' fuh that casinah.

Mayor Wayne Kyle?

Nobody's stupid enough to run against him.

I would.

Just talked to my daddy,

and he just might have a job for you.

Gonna have to respectfully pass.

You're getting paid $10,000 a weekend

to have sex with my husband.

Why did you ask for my permission?

Cuz a bitch got her some integrity.

Why do you have Montavius' ring?

I'm the one that made sure he ain't never be found.

You gotta convince ole girl to sell.

I'm not settling for less than ten.

"Wear y'all mu'fuckin' mask!"

It's ALLERGIES!

Allergies, my ass!

♪ Call it how it is ♪

♪ Hendrix ♪

♪ I promise, I swear, I swear ♪

♪ You heard, spit it, yo ♪

♪ Percocets, molly, Percocets ♪

Ayee! -♪ Percocets ♪

♪ Molly, Percocets ♪

Do it! -♪ Rep the set ♪

♪ Gotta rep the set... ♪

Ayee! Get it! Work it!

Do it! Get it!

Ayee!

♪ Mask on, fuck it, mask off ♪

♪ Mask on, fuck it, mask off ♪

Yass! -♪ Percocets ♪

♪ Molly, Percocets ♪

♪ Chase a check, never chase a bitch ♪

♪ Two cups, toast up with the gang, gang ♪

♪ From food stamps... ♪

Oh, shit! Ayee!

Fuck it up! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oohh!

That's right!

♪ Ain't compromisin', half a million on the coupe ♪

♪ Rick James, 33 chains, 33 ♪

♪ Ocean air, cruisin' Biscayne ♪

♪ Percocets, ye, molly, Percocets ♪

♪ Big foreigns ♪

♪ Percocets, molly, Percocets, big foreigns ♪

♪ Rep the set, ye, gotta rep the set, gang, gang ♪

♪ Chase a check, never chase a bitch ♪

♪ Mask on, ye... ♪

Take my money!

♪ Mask on, ye, fuck it, mask off, ye ♪

♪ Percocets, ye, molly, Percocets ♪

♪ Big foreign, chase a check ♪

♪ Never chase a bitch ♪

♪ Oh, my Lord ♪

♪ Praise him be ♪

♪ My guillotine... ♪

Oh, ayee! Ayee! Ayee! Ayee!

Get it! Work it! Do it! Yass! Do it!

Get it, yass!

Ooh, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap!

Come on, girl. Come on!

Come on, girl!

Come on. Yass, get it.

Take it off. Yass.

Oh!

♪ Switch states, touch down, foreign plates... ♪

Whoa. Oh. Feel yourself, yeah.

Yeah!

♪ We call the play, we didn't come to play... ♪

Where my shit?!

What--what the heyell wrong witchu?!

- I got aller- - Oh my GOD!

In my mouth, ugh!!!

Where my gloves?! Where my gloves?!

- I got allergies. - This place need to be called--

- I promise. - The Petri Dish, not The Pynk!

Ugh, God! Move!

- Aww, heyell... - Get out my way!

Excurrrrse me, whatever Toy done done,

Extra-Extra can undo undo.

Your club in violation of several Nonconnah County

Health Department SAFETY PROTOCOLS!

Unh-unh-unh-unh-uh, bitch! Now, you done seen

all these folks up in hure wearing they--

♪ Fuck it, mask off ♪

♪ Mask off... ♪

Jewelries. Uh...

Ooh...

- What is she--Jesus! - The fuck?!

Gimme the microphone. Gimme the microphone!

Lauren Hawkins here,

Nonconnah County Health Department REGULATOR!

Thass right! I hereby order

this establishment to shut down effective immediately

for health and safety violations!

Yes, thass right!

Pick up yo' goddamn Pank dranks

and CARRY YOUR ASS TO THE EXIT,

cuz The Pynk is officially CLOSED!

Fuck yo microphone.

- Gimme my shit! - Out of my way!

Goddamnit! I'ma regulate at this motherfucker!

♪ Down in the valley ♪

♪ Where the girls get naked ♪

♪ If you throwin' bands ♪

♪ Then you know she gone shake it ♪

♪ One, two, break 'em ♪

♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪

♪ These niggahs grind hard ♪

♪ But these bitches grind harder ♪

♪ Climbing up the pole just to get out the bottom ♪

♪ The crowd below ♪

♪ Stay ready for the show ♪

♪ The pimps, the dough ♪

♪ Don't let it take your soul ♪

♪ We make fallin' on the sky look easy ♪

♪ Look at my bitches ♪

♪ Gangsta walking on the ceiling ♪

♪ Green on the flo' ♪

♪ Money talk, can you hear me? ♪

♪ This world is so addicting ♪

♪ But dreams is expensive, keep spending ♪

♪ Work hard for the top can't fall now ♪

♪ But whatever goes up must fall down ♪

♪ What you do when the power out? ♪

♪ Kids hungry, can't do none but scream and shout ♪

♪ We all choose to live but it's different routes ♪

♪ Take the shit with shine gotta make it count ♪

♪ When you live and die by the paper route ♪

♪ You spend a dime just to make it out, yeah ♪

♪ Down in the valley ♪

♪ Where the girls get naked ♪

♪ If you throwin' bands ♪

♪ Then you know she gon' shake it ♪

♪ One, two, break 'em ♪

♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪

Toy, this yo' fault.

THIS what six feet apart look like.

Lap dances from six feet away?

I mean, where they do that?

It'd be a lot easier if you operated at 50% capacity

LIKE YOU 'SPOSED TO!

Well, you sho'll ain't cur 'bout that 'pecific rule

when Toy was gettin' the Holy Ghost on that lap right thur--

In addition to your customer tables on the main floor,

you need to install plastic partitions

between all these vanities,

and upgrade your AC system with a HEPA filter--

Hippo filters?

HEPA, niggah!

Now, y'all know them thangs cost 1,500 a pop

and they don't even really work 'gainst this shit--

Most importantly, everyone needs to wear a mask

at. All. Times!

Don't you see what the fuck on our face?!

Mizz Lauren, soon as we come up to code,

we can reopen, right?

Only after your inspection,

which will occur in 24 hours.

Now, how in the heyell we gone do all you done

tolt us to do in 24 hours?

If you don't, you will be shut down for real for real.

And you gone pay a fine.

- How much? - 25,000 dollars.

Chile, ain't nobody got that in they pocketbook,

let alone they piggybank!

Sell that Birkin, you'll have enough.

Wait, Lauren, you lookin' like somebody second, third,

fourth cuzzin' or somethin'.

You that heiffa that fell asleep drunk under the table

after throwin' up her whole divorce settlement!

Naw, thass that bitch that was in "The 201."

She said she cheated on her husband with his mama.

HIS MAMA?!

That wun't me!

You sho? Cuz I'ma beat gawdess.

- I'm good at memberin' faces. - All right. OK. OK!

I will reduce your fine 11,000 dollars.

That is the best I can do.

Here is your citation.

I will be back fuh yo' inspection in twenty-fo' hours.

Y'all have a blessed night.

Excuse me!

Can you believe this shit?

It's always something up in this bitch.

Me and Whisper ain't even get a chance

to polerina on these heaux cuz of Toy sneezin-ass.

Look youngin'.

I'ma vouch for Toy.

This bitch stay wit' allergies.

Bitch, nobody wun't talkin' to you.

'Long as you yappin' I can respond.

Brazil, you better shut the fuck up talkin' to me

witcho belly-button-lookin- like-a-mouth-lookin' ass!

Roulette, I'on know why you ova thur complainin'.

Word on the street is, ah, you got

"diverse income streams."

Bitch,

whatchu talmbout?

Customer came 'round askin' for the girl

with the dick-suckin' lips.

I wonder who he talkin' 'bout? - CHECK!

- Ehh! - Come on, y'all.

Now look, ain't no niggahs fosta be burnin' heads

up in my fine establishment, nanh.

- She lyin' on me. - Where's the lie, huh?!

-♪ Whoop that trick ♪ - Where's the lie?! Where is it?!

Bitch!

♪ Whoop that trick... ♪

Diamond! Diamond!

♪ Whoop that trick... ♪

You fuckin' bitch!

The girls are fighting!

Hey! Hey-hey-he-hey!

Ooh!

Hey. Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

Ow, shit!

Yeah, bitch!

Who got the DSLs nanh, hoe?

♪ Whoop that trick ♪

Yeah, stupid-ass bitch!

Stop fuckin' playin' wit me!

Oh, my God.

♪ Whoop that trick ♪

Turn that camera off!

This ain't the Real Househeaux of Chucalissa.

-♪ Whoop that trick ♪ - OOH. I CAN'T STAND YOU!

THAT BITCH DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK SHE MESSIN' WIT'!

Sitcho ass down thur in that chair!

You want some brandy?

Naww...

I'on drink brown liquor.

Huh, but you sho'll know how to do a Dragon Sleeper, tho.

You wrestle?

My brother did.

Ohhh.

So thass how you learnt how to beat a niggah's ass.

Bitches. Strictly bitches.

- Niggah, what the fuck

you laughing at me fo'? - You funny.

Just like my daughter.

You miss him, yo' brother?

I ain't come here for no mu'fuckin' therapy session!

Look, if you gone fire me, just go 'head and do it!

Fire you fuh what?

Fuh fightin'.

Only fuh fightin'?

Seem like what Brazil said might be true,

judgin' how you rolled up out that car the other night.

What was you doin'?

What was you n' Eminem doin'?

Mm.

Well, you just served me a side

of Nacho Bizness wit that silence.

Well, I'ma give it to yuh right back

topped with a side of jalapeños cuz...

I'ma classy bitch.

Even a classy bitch can be finessed.

How you get out a Dragon Sleeper?

You gotsta roll out from under yo' opponent

and then...

Get on top.

Don't matter how dirty you gotsta get,

be the finesser, not the finessed.

Chucalissa may just be the center

of a superspreader event, pun intended.

Everywhur we loves gets shutdown.

See, this upsetting me and my homegirl,

cuz we feel like, if you can't go to The Pank,

where the heyell can you go?

The infamous strip club, The Pynk...

Why you ain't tell a bitch we got shut down?

I shoulda been there.

Chile, we gone be back up 'n runnin'

in twanky-fo' hours.

But guuurl, ooh, when them bitches foundt out,

that locker room got toe up from the flo up!

Brazil accursed the new heaux of hoein', honey.

That new guh from outside Ju-City.

Well, what the girl say?

That Brazil lyin'.

But you know what they say-- a good hoe never tells.

And a hoe livin' in a house full of strippers

'ventually gone wake up in a brothel.

Interim Mayor Kyle wanna pollute the soul

of our city with alla this gamblin' and sin.

Turn on the news.

I'm callin' on all the citizens of Chucalissa

to do what's right.

Come out and vote for Pastor Patrice Woodbine

as your next mayor.

And vote... ♪ Heyell to the naw, naw, naw ♪

to this casiNAW.

Well, there goes the hood.

Pastor Woodbine, do you think that race

will play a factor in this campaign?

This Mi'Ssipp.

What you thank?

You done created a fuckin' monster.

Me?

You'd thank she'd be satisfied

gettin' the referendum on the ballot.

Now that bitch wanna run too?

She ain't gone win.

Lil' Wayne got this city on lock, chile.

With his white ass. Hooh...

Chile, we in danger now.

♪ Go bad bitch, go bad bitch, go... ♪

What is we gone do? 'Cedes?

Girl, that mug is sit-TING!

Whass up my Sippi Cups?

We at Camae's Beauty Supply in Jackson

for the reveal of my Miss Sipp Lashes.

Available at a Camae's near you.

And fuh all my stans thass in Da Ham,

you can catch me and Lil' Murda in the flesh

at Club Volcano tomorrow night!

The Dirty Dozen Tour goin' dummmmyyy!

Haaaaahhh!

Whoo! Post that shit on The 'Gram.

Yeah, yeah! Cute!

Holdup, I'ma call you back.

Is it errything that you dreamed it was gone be?

Naw.

More. - Mhmm.

One thing...

What?

They got me lookin' a lil, like,

pecan mocha tan, dontcha think?

Maine, guh, what in the heyell is you talkin' 'bout?

Thass just the lightin'.

♪ We out, we out ♪

Woddy, where MY promo events?

You would look good in some lashes. Or shit,

maybe some nails too.

Uncle Murda lookin' ass...

Shut up.

Aaaaaahhhhhh.

Oh, my fuckin' gawd!

What y'all laughin' at?

Lil' Murda, you seen't this on Dancer's Locker Room?

This ain't the Real Househeaux of Chucalissa!

Aw, you gotta be kiddin' me.

Was The Pynk always this ghetto?

Naw, not as ghetto

as the last place I danced up in Nashville.

- What? - Well, I'm just glad

my bottom bitch came to kick it with meeee!

Ayyyeee!

Gidget slidin' on through to Birmingham wit' us.

Hope thass aight witchall.

Big Teak, it's yo' turn to drive, niggah.

Folks across the nation

are up in arms over this disturbing

- cell phone recording... - Teak.

...which shows an unarmed Black man...

Teak, you skraight?

...killed by police.

Look. Look at that.

This footage is quite graphic...

Same ole' shit.

What I tell you about that shit, maine?

Maine... I wonder what that niggah did, maine.

Why that niggah had to do somethin', Rome?

Aye! Aye.

Big Teak don't wanna drive, I will!

- Come on! - Okuurr!

- C'mon boys! - Yeah.

Teak, c'mon. Inside the car.

Corbin, whatchu doin' here so early in the mornin'?

It's noon.

I guess I'm still on stripper time.

Noon's still the mornin' to me.

I just heard y'all got shut down yet again.

Bet you 'bout ready to get this club off yuh hands.

Where's your lawyer?

Shouldn't he be inquiring

about commercial real estate on your behalf?

He went back to Atlanta.

- Personal business. - Oh.

- Did he? - Yeah.

Time's a' tickin', baby girl.

And this investment...

is gone drown you.

Well, this water ain't quite troubled yet,

and I'm good at treadin'.

Mm.

Look, bitch,

I ain' goin' back and forth witchu.

Either you take this offer, or--

Or what?

Hmm?

Fine.

One million.

And that is my last and final offer.

See how easy that was?

But the fact that you doubled your offer just like that

lets me know I'm worth so much more.

Britney, babe.

I'm home!

Britney...

What the fuck?

- Ah! - Oh, shit!

Oh!

Andre, stop!

How long you been fucking my wife, Dante, huh?!

Uggggh, does it even matter?!

Andre, please! Get off of him!

In my muthafuckin' bed, niggah?!

In my muthafuckin' bed?!

Andre, stop! You're choking him!

G-get offa him! Let him go!

Andre!

Let him go, Andre!

Andre, okay, just listen--

Listen, Andre, okay!

Please just let him go!

Andre, listen, let him go, please!

Listen to me, Andre!

Get out.

Can I get... my clothes?

OUUUUUUUUT!

Fuck!

Where's--where's--

where's your mask, Andre?

Where was your mask when you was suckin' Dante's dick?

I know this is so fucked up,

I get it, but we-- we're both doctors,

and I need to know you were--

You fucked that niggah in my house!

I'm sorry, Andre!

I've felt so alone, and Dante was just here!

Dante's always been here!

He's the Jack to your Jill.

He was the one that your mama wanted you to marry,

not some guttah niggah from the Delta

who couldn't even buy his own fuckin' wife a fuckin' house!

Stop...

This is your house too.

It's never been my house.

Your mama 'nem always made sure to remind me of that.

You were--you were supposed to come back--

Next week? Yeah, well...

I came back early to ask my wife

for her permission to--

you know what, fuck it.

I'll just go back and fuckin' do it.

- Do what? - Run for mayor of Chucalissa.

What?

You're doing what?

Deadline to put my name on the ballot is tomorrow.

That is SO. FUCKING. TYPICAL.

My daddy offers you a job, you don't take it,

then you go to your goddaddy's funeral

and decide to run for his damn job?!

The fuck are you doing, Andre?!

You're not gonna win!

Shit.

Well...

...I sho'll ain't got nothin' left to lose.

Andre.

Ohh... fuck.

Coaaaachhhhh.

Hey there.

What the fuck?

Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

I'm just here picking up my camera equipment

out of storage right quick.

Okay.

Excuse me.

- S-sorry. - You go.

Hey,

uhm, I gotta 'pologize about Skrrrr-Skrrrring

like that the other night.

Oh, no. No-no-no. You were--you were fine.

It was fine, truly.

Good.

Just so you know, I've never done that.

Chile, you and me both.

But it sho'll came easy to yuh.

So why were you in such a hurry to leave us all

high and wet?

My daughter.

Terricka.

Oh.

Love her ringtone.

Oh, my...

She got in a little trouble, and I had to help her.

So you're Super Mom.

I wouldn't say all that, nanh.

But... I'm tryin' to be.

♪ Niggahs ain't shit, Niggahs ain't shit... ♪

♪ Niggahs ain't--Niggahs ain't-- Niggahs ain't shit ♪

Speaking of good ringtones.

'Scuse me.

Hey, babe.

Yeah.

Your socks?

They should be inside... the Louis case.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm. Inside pocket of the suitcase.

Yeah...

Yeah...

Sorry.

Sometimes I get itchy fingers.

"No press, no public appearances,

and no photography."

Thass what them NDAs y'all had my ass sign said.

Well, Cedric's running a couple hours late, so...

I won't tell if you won't.

Hey, come on, Granmuva.

- Wait, wait, wait-- - Get you all up out this car.

Let's get you somethin' to eat here.

- Oh, that's The Pynk! - We at The Pynk.

We at The Pynk.

Now step on up hure.

- Okay. - There you go.

Any luck?

Only groceries.

Errybody else musta came in compliance weeks ago.

Ain't not a na'an plastic, sanitizer,

or hippo filter anywhure.

Well, you know I always got backup.

Wha--whatchu done conjured up now?

- 'Sup, y'all? - Shit!

Ooh?!

Where y'all ship these niggahs

in from, Wakanda?

You know I stay with hoes and bros

in all different area codes.

What took y'all so long, maine?

They locked down I-55.

- Mm. - Protests.

Ooh-hoo!

They done brought the Vibranium, baby!

Hey, have 'em pull in alla this plastic thru the vestibule.

You heard the... woman?

I see house flies, I don't know which is male or female.

Hey, hey. And make sho' they wear they masks.

Masks, masks, masks.

Mask, mask. Aye, mask.

Chile, I don't know where these niggahs done been.

Toy...

This bitch.

Toy, ain't you done caused enough trouble already, hmm?

Unless you got some plastic or some hippos,

I don't wanna see yo' ass.

I brought somethin' betta.

Awww.

- Diamond? - Mhmm.

I thought you said you wun't gone

step yo' ass up inside The Pynk no neva eva mo'.

Well, y'all neva took me off that Pynk Posse group chat.

Said y'all need some extra hands, so...

Mm, I'll take a layin' on a'them hands any day.

Keep on, guh, I'ma tell yo' husband.

All right, y'all. Come on. Let's get this shit done!

♪ Hati mwijje muzane, Hati mwijje muzane ♪

♪ Hati mwijje muzane ♪

The governor has authorized the deployment

of up to 3,000 National Guard troops.

- Fuck! - Gidge,

what is goin' on?

Expressway's backed up worse than a bitch on Percocets.

Speaking of backed up, my last overdose,

I pult 22 pounds and three ounces of shit

out a niggah gut.

- Ugh, niggah. - Really, niggah?

Nobody wanna hear that shit, maine!

Aye, y'all be quiet. I'm tryna listen to the radio.

Aye, bitch, the fuck?

Turn back the mu'fuckin' dial!

Aye, aye, hey.

Fuck is wrong witchu...

Shit, maine. Turn that--

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Y'all hear that? - ♪ In my pocket ♪

Thass DJ Neva Scared.

Niggah, no it ain't...

♪ Money comin' out the Wazoo ♪

♪ I can't stop it, money comin' out... ♪

Niggah, yes it is.

This lil' niggah on the radio...

Get 'em, Gidget.

Oh, my God, DaQwan. I'm, like, cryin'!

Me and Keyshawn wit' Lil' Murda 'nem, on our way

to Birmingham, and you're on the radioooooo!

I'm so proud-- Oh, bye.

Lil' niggah, you is glowin' up!

Heyell yeah!

You could be glowin' up wit' me if you'd just

flip me that mu'fuckin' feature, niggah. Like I said.

Maineee...

Look, aye, he gone slide it on to yuh.

Uh, uh, when you need it by?

- Niggah. - Yesterday.

But, shit, I'll settle fuh tonight.

Bet, aight.

Let's get this panera

in that panorama, my niggah.

Yuh, yuh, yuh!

Niggah, what the fuck?

We'on even know who it's wit.

Niggah, it don't matter.

Least yo' ass'd be on the radio.

'Sides, DJ Neva Scared,

you know, we got a relationship.

I hope you mean by "relationship"

that you gone get Murda some publishin'.

Yeah, niggah, what 'bout my publishin'?

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Like I said, I done heard plenty of folk

done slid in a producer DMs just to get burnt for millions

on the backend fuh bein' too mu'fuckin' thirsty--

Maine, why don't you mind your bizness?

Ain't nobody asked you shi--

Can all y'all JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!

Teak...

Breaking news from City Hall.

We've just learned the city of Birmingham

has instituted a city-wide curfew

from 8:00 p.m. tonight...

- Curfew? What the fuck that mean? - ...till 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Mean our night at Club Volcano

done blew the fuck up in our face.

- Fuck! - What?

Awww, I wanted to see you dance tonight.

All this shit cuz a niggah done got kilt, maine?

...further antagonism

between demonstrators...

You know what?

...and law enforcement officials.

Naw, naw. We can still salvage this night, shawty.

Know what I'm sayin'?

Cuz we gotta keep celebratin',

even when the rest uh the world stoppin',

you know what I mean?

We gone kickback in that suite tonight!

Aye! Kickback! At the suiiiteee.

City officials are urging

everyone to stay at home

before the curfew goes into effect.

Aye, Gidge.

Can you turn it up?

...be reminded of the 1963 riots

which brought this city to its knees.

The mayor is expected to make an official statement

at a press conference within the hour.

♪ All my real bitches ♪

♪ Put your middle fingers up ♪

♪ Let a niggah know that you don't give a fuck ♪

♪ I don't wanna talk, niggah, you ain't got enough ♪

♪ Gotta spend the whole thing, couple thousand ain't enough ♪

♪ Cap ass, wack ass, flexin' ass broke niggah ♪

♪ Swear you're gettin' money ♪

♪ But you're really sellin' hope, niggah ♪

♪ You ain't my type, Rubi need a whole GOAT, niggah ♪

Yas!

Yaaas!

Man, how I wish I could do this shit.

Take yo' clothes off.

You're not gonna get me up there.

Come on.

At least take off these shawts.

You need as much skin exposed so you can grip the chrome.

That's the only way to climb up to the top.

The pole needs your skin.

- What if I fall? - What if you fly?

Come on. I got you.

All right. Come on.

Now tuck.

Tuck--uh-huh.

Okay, aim back--aim back--

Aim your head back.

- Guh-- - I told you!

Oh, this pole said, "Bitch, you thought?"

Now, what did Cedric say?

Can your butt do the boom to the boom...

- Ooh! - Kitty kat boom boom.

Okay.

See there. You smack it, it don't jiggle.

It will never...

Oh...

Yeah.

Thass the twerk muscle right thur.

You gotta release it.

I can't.

If you'd just get that stick outcho ass, you could.

Alright, do it again.

- Uh-- - Uh, uh.

- Is it--is it? - Uh-huh.

Oh, okay! There it go!

♪ Betcha won't shake dat ass ♪

♪ I betcha won't shake dat ass ♪

Yes, ma'am!

I wanted to fucking hate you.

God, I really, really did.

And somehow, I found myself hating

myself, uh...

- Excuse me... - Hey...

Hey... You good?

Yeah, uh, sure.

Um...

sorry, I can't believe I'm standing up here

crying in front of a stripper.

Sorry. I-I-I-I didn't mean--

You did.

But look who naked now?

You should go.

Coach gone be here soon.

Mercedes, he's flying outta Memphis.

Not in.

I'm the one who texted you.

I'm sorry for misleading you. I just...

never met a woman who could

hold her own weight.

Like you.

Well...

I fall.

I fall a lot.

...Yeah.

Don't stop.

Protests are rocking the streets...

Yo' ass need to be out there, big as yo' mouth is!

Granmuva, errybody can't protest.

Some niggahs just need to keep the strip clubs open.

Hand me yo' finger.

Ow!

Unh-uh, heiffa, you need some sugar.

Only sugar I need is that Black Panther over there!

Yo' name must be T'Challa

with alla that goin on witcho tongue.

It's actually Godfrey.

Oh, sh--heyell.

Ain't that a white name?

My husband lucky I'm a faithful bitch in the flesh.

But when he be inside me, I be cumming to Diamond.

Bitch, thass still cheatin'.

- Is it? - I'on know,

but that niggah always been a lil' weird.

I heard he left because he went cray-cray again cuz of The War.

I heard he left cuz Keyshawn wouldn't give him no coochie.

I heard Keyshawn pult a gun on his ass

after her and her baby daddy got to fighting in the bathroom

and shot up the place.

Murda Night was crunk as heyell,

but that tale so tall it's knocking on the do' of heaven.

Thass what I heard, nanh.

Heyell, from the likes of it,

Murda Night sho'll was a night to remember.

- I'll be back. - Okay!

Oop.

- Unh-unh, we not doin' that. - Bitch!

Tired hoe!

You sickly?

Aye, Diamond.

Niggah, you aight?

Yeah... yeah.

Yeah, just--

takin' in this new look.

I ain't-- I ain't been here since--

Yeah...

Uncle Clifford steady stay doin' the most.

Well, come on, maine, and bring on them filters.

The anarchists we're seeing on the news

are not welcome here.

Rioting and damaging your own communities

will only add further to the hurt feelings

we are all dealing with.

Now is the time

for everyone in the community to be exceptional.

Watch what that do for a niggah!

Chile, what YOU said.

Granmuva, you just stay ova thur.

I'ma brang you a plate, okay?

Well, if this gone be the last fuckin' supper,

I wanna sit in Jesus spot.

Here you go.

But we will keep the peace

for all the folks in Chucalissa.

Curfew starts at 8:00--

What?

That's in just a few minutes.

If you are stopped, you will have to pay

an immediate fine of $500.

$500?

All--alright, all--hey, hey. Hey-hey-hey!

Y'all look, don't worry y'all lil' heads.

Okay, everybody just gone have to stay the night hure.

This inn got plenty'a rooms, you know.

Aye, there's a-- a couch ova in the office.

- One ova in Mercedes' room-- - Uhm,

I think it's best if we send everybody on home.

Guh, I'on want all these folks out in them streets--

- Now. - Aye.

We ain't even finished yet.

I'ma gone head 'n dip.

I gotta get the baby from Clancy ass.

You let Clancy babysit?

Gurlll, the DNA test say he is the baby-favuh. Tuh!

- Huh. - Yeah, I'ma gone head

'n peace out too.

I now y'all wanna burn this mutha down!

- Yeah! - I do too.

I know y'all wanna make these streets run red

with some blood!

Yeah!

I know y'all wanna raise some holy heyell!

- Yeah! - Cause this heavy

inheritance of hate is like a knee on the neck

that Black folk can no longer bear by ourselves!

Yeah!

But, Gawd is my shepherd,

and I know He protects the least among us.

Ooh!

I know that for a fact.

Tonight, we gone pray for Chucalissa,

for the dark soul of our country.

Tonight, we gone stay home with our families

and our friends.

May your

raaaage

strike a match that will be a light

in this dark night!

Cuz tomorrow is gone be

a new day in Chucalissa.

A change gone come, children.

Y'all be careful goin' home tonight...

Roulette, are you alright--

Yeah. Just gone go get my stuff.

Ernestine, I'ma come wit yo' plate.

I'm coming! I'm coming!

Mm. Mm, mm, mm.

You look like a man who wife done just cheated on him.

I am.

Well, dayum. Huh!

You aight?

All this shit! It just--

It reminds me of my brother.

What happen to him?

Three years ago, 5-0 hemmed him up.

Was driving with a broken taillight.

They said he had a gun, but I know for a fact he--

Y'all always get away with this shit.

What was his name?

Demethrius.

We called him Meechie.

Clifford got me runnin' round here

like a chicken with my head cut off.

I'm making flyers, I'm the handyman,

I'm burnin' up chicken.

And they want me to do security.

Thass why you need to bring yo' ass on back.

Nawww. Unh-uh. I'm good.

They lucky a niggah got that 'ssociates degree in AC.

I always wondered why you was the coolest cat

in the building.

Yeah, got that online degree when I was in the clank.

Sadly, nobody but, uh,

Uncle Clifford wanted to hire my ass when I got out.

Maine, if I was you,

I'd try to find somewhere else to work,

as hard as that might be right now.

I'on know how this club gon' survive this shit.

Naw, Diamond.

This right here,

prime mu'fuckin' real estate.

River to the west, rail to the east,

FedEx to the norf, and I-55 to the souf.

Long as The Pynk hure,

I'm hure.

And I'ma need some security like you

know where aaallll the bodies are buried.

Yuh feel me, maine?

This place could be good for us...

[Diamond, in English] Mhmm, mhmm.

They workin' you like a slave, ain't it?

Naw, it might be fuh free, but it's fuh framily.

Seem like you a new addition.

And seem like you part of the old.

I guess once you part of the Pynk Posse, it's forever, huh?

Diamond.

Believe me, I done got yuh name, baby bwoy.

The way them guhs up in there yappin' aboutcha.

What they sayin'?

They sayin' a whole lot.

But ain't gone do shit.

Thass the difference 'tween me and them guhs up in thur.

- Yeah, that right? - Mm-hmm.

Big Bone.

How long you been ridin'?

Ridin' bikes or...

- The bike. - Long as I been ridin' horses.

Since I was yay high back down in Texas.

I'on think that gone fit me.

Oh, you got a big head, huh?

I likes me a Einstein, nanh.

You should get on outta here 'fo that curfew come on down.

I ain't the type of bitch

be worried about no curfews.

Drove my Daddy 'nem crazy.

But me and you, we can break a curfew, nanh...

All night long.

I thank that one'll fit ya.

You cumming...

or not?

My mama amazing?

What the heyell?

Darkness has descended upon America tonight

as chaos and destruction rage on

in the aftermath of the day's demonstrations.

With dozens of cities still burning,

the mayhem shows no sign of stopping

before morning finally arrives.

Over the course of the day, we've seen a stunning outpour

of emotions from Americans.

Fear and despair caused by the surging pandemic...

Murda, you wanna hit some of this big boy shit?

Naw, I'm good.

Aye, I'll hit that shit.

Wake him up, maine!

Aye, niggah, it's almost midnight, ain't it?

Aight.

...being killed by the police went viral.

Niggah, you skraight?

Huh?

Yo, this a turn up. You over here all turnt down--

Ain't you fosta be goin' back to the room to do yo' homework?

There's no turning back the clock

on the uproar that's begun today.

I hate when you get like this.

Turn this shit off, maine.

Gidget, brang me one of them drank, baby.

- I got you. - Aight.

I gotta toast to baby girl,

Miss M-I-Crooked Letter- Crooked Letter,

cuz them Miss Sipp Lash took the Souf by storm.

- Cheers. - Haaaannnh.

I just wanna thank Rome fuh alla--

Why the fuck you turnin' off my mu'fuckin' TV, niggah?

Niggah, what? Unh-uh.

Did I just commit some, uh,

correctional facility faux pas or some shit?

Am I supposed to ask you for permission to turn off my TV

up in my own goddamn suite?

Shit, niggah. I'm over hure tryna toast shawty.

And I'm tryna watch the fuckin' news to see what's happenin'.

Maine, the same shit thass always happenin'.

Niggahs runnin' amuck tearin' up they own damn neighborhood.

And for what?

Somebody just fucking died, Rome.

- Tuh! - ON THE SKREET! AGAIN!

- Aye, aye, aye. - AGAIN!

Let's brang it down a notch, maine.

- Okay, yeah, it's sad. - We got the ladies, maine.

But what he do though?

Huh? What did that niggah do

- to bring this shit on hisself? - On hisself?

- Yeah, niggah. - On hisself?!

Cuz naw, hold on nanh. Cuz if the po-po done came,

- that mean he done did somethin', right? - Awwww...

And he a big-ass niggah.

He gotta be restrained.

Like my uncle always said,

uh-huh, "I'on know what they fightin' fuh.

We the ones wit' the guns."

So you backin' the blue?

- Hey, you wanna roll out? - Mhmm.

- I'm just sayin'... - Let's roll out.

...that in the heat of the moment, shit get...

Excuse me, y'all, I'm just--

- ...a lil' complicated-- - IT AIN'T COMPLICATED! NAW!

SHIT AIN'T COMPLICATED!

Y'all need to let shawty thru!

HE AIN'T BREATHING NO MO' CUZ OF THE PO-PO!

WE GOT IT ON FUCKIN' CANDID CAMERA,

AND IT STILL DONE GONE HAPPEN--

You need to calm the fuck down!

WHITE GIRL, YOU NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP

FO' YOU GET FUCKED UP!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - NAW!

Somebody come get the aaangry Black man

- makin' all this damn noise. - I'm not scared-a you.

BITCH, GET YO' PASTY ASS OUTTA MY FUCKIN' FACE!

- What are you gone do, huh? - BITCH!

- YOU BETTER-- - What you gone do, huh?

YOU BETTER GET YOUR WHITE-ASS OUT MY GODDAMN--

- I wish a-- - YOU WISH?!

- YOU WISH?! - I wish a mutha--

YOU WISH A NIGGAH WOULD?!

- What the hell, maine? - THAT WHAT YOU 'BOUT TO SAY?!

- YOU WISH A NIGGAH WOULD-- - A muthafucker would!

I'LL TAKE AWAY YOUR SOUL! I'LL TAKE YOUR GODDAMN SOUL!

DON'T TRY ME, BITCH!

TRY ME!

SAY IT TO MY FACE, BITCH.

Get this niggah on outta here, maine!

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. YOU KNOW WHAT I DO TO YOU?

Fucking cray!

YOU KNOW WHAT I DO TO YOU, GIRL?

I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YO' ASS!

Y'all gone be all right.

Just errybody stay up in here.

Y'all lay y'all heads right on--

Ooh, Chile! What in the Sam Hill is you doing up in hure?

Chile, me don't speak that African, chile.

- Huh? - Water hose!

Fire man!

Ooo, y'all is bad at charades.

This maine need a restroom.

Ohhhhh.

Behind the DJ--err, err--booth!

Err, err. You know-- the DJ booth!

Behind it. Mm-hmm.

Make sure you flush, nanh.

Now, y'all make y'allselves all comfortable.

Seem like somebody already has.

Whatchu--

What in the?

Hmm.

♪ It's some money in this hoe ♪

-♪ You know Murda in this hoe ♪

♪ I say dance for me, I'ma throw some money in this hoe ♪

♪ Don't be playin' wit' it, get up on that pole and-- ♪

Niggah, you fuckin' up my vocal lay!

Don't you hear me recordin'?

A niggah had to piss.

You stay pissy.

You'll be aight.

Just like you had to be a'ight when we was inside.

What might have started out

as a set of peaceful protests

has devolved into full-blown anarchy.

Using tear gas and rubber bullets

against rioters and looters, the police have made...

Whas wrong witchu?

Ain't shit wrong.

Quit lyin'.

Not even the presence of the National Guard

can stop the riots.

I weep for this world, maine.

...where John Guthrie has been reporting

since the protests first began.

Just how much have things escalated in the past hour?

You need to quit watchin' this shit.

You tattin' yo' eyeballs and fuh what?

Person who filmed it gone have it worse than me.

Sometimes I-I-I wonder why

my mama even bothered havin' us.

Havin' me.

Cuz this world don't want a niggah, maine.

Not a good niggah, bad niggah,

rich niggah, poor niggah,

big niggah, dumb niggah,

pimp niggah, president niggah!

Don't matter what kinda niggah you become,

you still just a menace to society,

so you might as well prove 'em right then!

Or just disappear.

But you?

You gone be a icy niggah...

Platinum niggah, bawse niggah.

I'm prouda you, maine.

Seein' all you 'complishin' out here with yo-yo-yo--

yo' mursic 'n shit.

Make me feel good knowin' that you--

you my one niggah that gone be aight.

Yeah.

I got you.

I got you.

I'll pay you back.

Only thing you need to do is call me

as soon as yo' ass get to Nashville.

You sure you gone be good?

I'll be fine.

Mkay.

Bye.

You hadta get Becky ass up outta here, huh?

She my bitch fuh life, but...

some folk you just can't talk to about everythang.

Yeah...

I'ma make Woddy fire that crazy-ass niggah.

Naw, don't do that.

Naw, I'on want that niggah scaring you like that again.

I wun't scared.

Yes, you were.

I seen it on that pretty little face of yours.

You ever feel that way again,

you come to me.

Always remember, I gotchu.

C'mon.

You know the funny part?

I wasn't as mad at her fucking her co-worker

as I was at her laughing

when I told her I was runnin' for mayor.

You wanna fuckin' run for mayor?

Of Chucalissa?

Okay, Britney Seagram-Watkins--

No. No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that.

I think it's kinda perfect.

What about you?

You gone stick around, watch me run?

Mm. Not if I get the right offer for this place.

While you were gone,

Corbin upped his offer to one million.

Uncle Clifford, I came as soon as I saw the text--

I can't keep this place open

a minute longer.

I gotta sell.

So I can tell Corbin you gonna

take him up on his offer?

No.

Because him and Promised Land are offering

the same damn thing.

Before the pandemic hit,

they offered me a million dollars,

but I refused.

You know and I know,

this waterfront worth so much more.

No-no-no-no, naw.

Wait till corny niggah leave.

What Uncle Clifford rule 7.5?

No witnesses.

I bet they ain't never seen a Black woman

say no to a million dollars before.

But this one knows she worth ten.

I was willin' to wait 'til the referendum passed.

So you've always wanted to flip this property?

Of course. Wouldn't you?

You cold-blooded.

I'm a businesswoman...

...who knows the value of what I have.

Autumn Night!

Ne, Lakiesha Savage!

Ne, Hailey Colton, bitch!

You say you a businesswoman?

I gotcho business!

Go ahead.

Let me deal with this.

Here I was worried about outside folk,

when we had a thief in the temple the whole time

plottin' The Pynk's demise wit' yo' BOOTLEG OBAMA!

Yeah, bitch. We heard all of it.

You been tryin' to sell The Pynk this whole time?

Ooh! Ooh!

Ooh, but there but for the grace of Yves Saint Rona.

We didn't know how long this thing was gonna go for.

- Unh-uh. - Hell, we still don't.

For all we know, Woodbine wins

and wipes us out with one stroke of a pen.

- Then what? - My mama ain't got nothin'

to do with you being a goddamn liar.

What the heyell's goin' on out here?

This heiffa right hure tryna sell my club.

Wait, wait. Sell the club?

- Mm-hmm. - We just got

this shit up and runnin', maine.

We can't do this shit forever.

Everybody gonna have to find something else,

just like I did.

I want you to remember how you even

got in the position to buy this club, Hailey Colton.

But if you wanna get on your knees and get fucked

for a check, be my guest!

It's just a building!

Uh--what?! Oh!

Y'all can take the money

and move The Pynk somewhere else!

It's funny you talkin' 'bout it's just a buildin'

and yo' ass is livin' in the back like it's yo' damn house!

You told me you was stayin' wit' a friend.

"Friend"?

This bitch ain't got no fuckin' friends.

- Mm-mm. - Or framily.

Heyell naw.

Y'all open up my rule book and you gone see

AutumnNightLaKieshaHaileySavage face right next

to rule 29,763:

you be careful who you let through the do',

cuz you can't save erry sangle hoe.

Preach, bitch, preach!

Come on, y'all.

Let's get on 'way from this heah heiffa.

- Beatcho ass! - Come on.

Sorry hoe!

Now I see what Montavius meant

when he said you a easy bitch to love,

but a easier bitch to hate.

That hand sanitizer is more tequila

than anything else.

And those AC units are nowhere near

the MERV rating of 14 they need to be.

All I could get was eight MERVs, maine.

Y'all, I ain't wanna do this--

Then don't.

I'm just tryna do my job.

Just get yo' shit together,

so I can get my ass back up in there

and burn the rest of my stimmy!

Give that bitch dis shit!

♪ It was the 3rd of September ♪

♪ That day I'll always remember, yes, I will ♪

♪ Cuz that was the day ♪

♪ That my daddy died ♪

Who the fuck Cliff?

All that time you been out,

you ain't never write me no postcards...

♪ Momma just hung her head and said, "Son"... ♪

♪ Papa was a rollin' stone ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

Aye. Move, maine!

Maine, get the fuck outta my face!

Hey--

Niggah, I'unno whut on earff you did

to convince Tydell ole uglass

to fuh-sake his blooood offsprang

and leave you this house, huh,

but I hope you happy in this shithole!

"Last but not least,

"to my dear godson, Andre Watkins,

"I leave my home at 732 Deerfield Road.

May you always have a place to lay your crown."

♪ Folks say papa never was much on thinkin' ♪

♪ Spent most of his time chasing women and drinkin' ♪

♪ Momma, I'm depending on you ♪

♪ To tell me the truth ♪

Corbin, it's Andre.

You got some time?

Meet me at my campaign headquarters,

732 Deerfield Road.

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home... ♪

On this second day of unruly protests,

it's clear that the situation is going to get worse

before it gets better.

What we're seeing is more than just outrage

over that shocking cell phone footage

that sparked protests across the country.

What we're seeing is a nation at odds with itself.

Long-standing tension between civilians and police

finally boiling over in an explosive fashion.

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home... ♪

A reckoning, it seems,

has finally come to America.

♪ All he left us was alone ♪