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Previously on "Claws"...

Just 'cause you and Desna
aren't talking

doesn't mean
you can't patch it up.

I don't want anything to do
with Desna.

You know that.

You been talking to this bitch
behind my back?!

Either you're on her team
or you on mine.

That new landlord's
jacking up the rent.

You know, I'm ready to step up
now that Roller is gone.

We got the clinic license.
Clay Husser needs it.

We gonna pass this rent hike
on to him.

I ain't payin' you a nickel more
for that license.

Then you can find somewhere
else to launder your money.

If Uncle Daddy
can sell Oxy, so can we.

If Clay finds out about this,
he's gonna kill us all!

I'll wash your money
for you.

Why should I give you
a job?

I know
who stole your pills.

Run up on me, asshole!
I dare you.

- You stole my pills!
- You tried to screw me over,

and I flat out
wasn't having that.

Where the hell's
my shit?!

It don't matter
'cause your ass

ain't never gonna
find it anyway.

Let me tell you something about
wars. They got casualties.

- You prepared for that?
- You ain't gonna kill me.

Why the hell not?!

'Cause either one of you
kill each other,

you know who the cops
are gonna step to first?

Because I got a little something
called a pain clinic license.

I die -- no more license.

And you outta business.

You're gonna so wish
you never crossed me.

You hear me?
I'mma get my drugs back.

If I were you, I'd keep my head
on a Goddamn swivel.

You ain't gonna find shit!

This is a new low for you.

But I do kind of love
the idea of you

taking orders
from this dumb hillbilly.

You might as well be his maid.

Better than some psycho,
self-centered wife-killer.

I feel so sorry for you.

Ann, you all sorts
of confused.

You know good and Goddamn well
I didn't kill your wife.

Poor baby's gonna have
a batshit crazy mama.

Well, at least
I can have a kid.

Instead of some pretend mama
to a grown-ass man

and some misfit women.

At least I got one of 'em
off my tit.

Looks like Uncle Daddy was
a little more than pissed

when you flat-out admitted
to stealing the drugs.

Oh, it's pretty clear.

We are at war
with Uncle Daddy and Ann.

But truth is -- huh! --
I feel good as hell.

Wait, uh, to clarify,
when you say war, are we talking

Iraq and Afghanistan
or the card game?

Because, although I can play
both, I prefer the latter.

Pol, we are in a turf war

with the Oxy-lovin' fiends
of Palmetto.

And if we gonna beat
that asshole,

we gotta sell the shit
outta these pills,

pay our rent increase.

And another thing.

We are officially replacing
Quiet Ann.

I mean, maybe we could try
to work things out?

She is working for Clay now.
Right?

We are paying that traitor dust
from here on out.

I got interviews set up
for this morning, so...

It's gonna be hard
to replace Ann.

Girl could do
a mean pedi.

She really had a thing
for feet.

She had a thing
for all of us, y'all.

She would throw herself
in front of a truck for us.

She also couldn't keep
her Goddamn mouth shut.

Alright?

So whoever we get up in here
has to be somebody we can trust.

'Cause the pill game
ain't no joke.

And I figured out a way
we gonna sell this shit.

How?

I had a dream last night
about pills dancing

with bottles
of nail polish.

Oh, that's so funny.

I had a dream that a Popeyes
chicken sandwich

gave me
my first Communion.

- He had a roll of quarters.
- Hey!

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna take the Oxy,
and we're gonna put it

in empty bottles
of nail polish

and sell it right underneath
the fat man's nose.

Oh, snap!
Uncle Daddy is gonna trip.

- You got a problem with that?
- Oh, hell no.

I love to see that man worked up
into a lather.

After what he's done to me
and my family, shit.

Mm.
And what about Bryce?

It'll be fine. We've
been doing real good at
keeping shit separate.

Good.

'Cause I'm gonna call it
Vengeance.

It's good, right?

People will come in,
ask for a Vengeance manicure,

and just slide on out
with a bottle of pills.

Ooh, that's the cutest little
drug front

- I've ever heard!
- For real!

Yes, and it's certainly easier
than the time

I worked as
a transatlantic drug mule

and had to smuggle coke
in my anal cavity.

Holding a balloon dachshund
in your ass

is not comfortable,

let me tell y'all.

What's wrong?
TMI?

Mm.
Pbbt.

Calm down, Baylor.
Calm down.

I'm gonna check the car.
I'm sure we'll find Fluffy Bear.

Yeah, hey, in the meantime,
could you go out to the garage

and see if somebody
accidentally used it

to polish
the new John Deere mower?

Damn it, Jennifer.

Bryce, I got two
gel wraps waiting.

- This better be important.
- Yeah, trust me, it is.

Why are you being
so secretive?

You know
I don't like surprises,

not since Mama showed up naked
to my Nativity play.

Well, what do you have to say
for yourself, Jennifer, hmm?

Is this some kind of joke?

I don't know.

I'm still waiting
on the punchline.

Baby, what are you
talking about?

I'm talking about...

What the...

There -- There was...

- What, little green men?
- Pills!

There...

There was a box of Oxy there
that I think

Desna and y'all stole
from Uncle Daddy.

Okay, first of all, that's
a pretty hard-core accusation

that you might
want to rewind from.

Second of all,
what happened

to our separation
of church and state?

We're not supposed to be
talking about business.

I know, but...

Wait, do you hear that?

Sounds like beeping.

Oh, that's definitely the sound
of you backing the eff up.

Boop! Boop!

Boop! Boop! Boop!

♪ Well, look at me,
what do you see?♪

Bryce didn't see nada 'cause
I'm one sneaky-ass mofo.

Yeah, you are!
Boom!

Okay.
You ready?

She stay ready.

Let's Pablo Escobar
this shit.

Desna is brilliant.

People are gonna be paying

for the Vengeance manicure
and the Oxy.

It's a win-win.

This is how we get
our nail mogul on, girl.

Girl, okay,
we're about to be set.

I can finally get those
red-bottoms I've always wanted.

And my broke ass can stop
crying in her pillow at night.

To Palmetto's
newest drug lords.

To us.

Yes!
Oh!

You have
one new voice message.

Dessie! Clay is here,

and he's disrupting
my live show,

and he's destroying the condo.

Hey, don't touch that!

Oh, my God.

- Dean?
- Yeah.

You okay, baby?

Huh?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Yeah.
- Did Clay hurt you?

N-No, well, no,
not in the physical sense,

but I tried
to stop him, Dessie.

Really, I tried to st--
I tried.
I know.

I know, baby.
You did good.

Okay, you -- you --
you want to take a hot bath?

You -- You can use
some of my lavender salts.

Thank you,
but I'll decline.

An independent man must be able
to adapt i-in tumultuous times.

I-I-I'll be in my room,
working on my show.

I'm sorry, Deanie.

- Shit!
- Oh, my God.

Clay is so outta pocket
for this.

I should've known just because
the man couldn't kill me

that he wouldn't try to
hurt me in other ways.

He's a low-down,
disgusting bully.

What you want to do?
Huh?

We need to move those pills,

take that money,
pay our rent,

and show this saltine that
he can never break me and mine.

Alright. What do you think is
the best way to sell that?

Psht!
People with money.

Let's just go
to Juice Towne.

There's a bunch of rich people
over there right now

drinking kale smoothies.

We are not supporting
that gentrification bullshit.

It is Shrimp Town for life.

Okay, take it easy,
Angela Davis.

Uh...
Think!

Ah!
What?

Baylor and Brienne have
a PTA meeting today at school,

and those parents are
in desperate need of drugs.

Ding, ding, ding.

We taking our Black asses
to class.

Let's go.
Okay.

Damn, we got every drug addict
in Appalachia in here!

When's that next shipment
coming in, Ken?

I-I told them to rush it.
Maybe five business days?

Well, we need our pills back
from that short-on-brains bitch!

Ooh!

Bryce!

You need to get your wife
to tell us

where the damn
pills are!

That's not gonna be
so easy.

Dr. Ken, get out there
and do something

to make these pillheads
chill out, will ya?

Uh, listen, everyone.

Uh, please calm down.

Um, uh, can I have
your attention?

Thank you for your patience.

Yaaaaah!

Aah!

No, please! Please stop!
You don't have to do this!

♪ Better dance at my funeral

Uncle Daddy needs to chill.

It's like managing a toddler
with a gun.

I don't know how you work
for that plus-sized redneck.

Not for him.
With him.

And it's just temporary

till I make some bank
and disappear.

Wait. So this isn't about you
getting more revenge on Desna?

Because we --
we could fix things.

I know
y'all miss each other.

No.
I don't, Polly.

I feel more free
than I have in a while.

And besides, I'm only doing this
until I make a shitload of money

and get the hell
out of this town.

Well, I'm right there
with you on that

'cause financial security
is where it's at.

Now that I've had closure
with that rat bastard Joe,

from now on,
it's all about IRAs,

401[k]s,
defined benefit plans.

Really?
Yes.

Since when does Nail Artisans
have a pension plan?

Since we been moving on up.

- Hey, ladies.
- Hi.

- How are we doing today?
- We're good, thank you.

Good.
Good.

Your structural ultrasound
looks great,

no abnormal markers,
and your labs are normal.

Except your glucose
is borderline,

so you are at risk for
developing gestational diabetes.

Nothing to be alarmed about,

just something
we should keep an eye on.

In the meantime, try to get some
exercise and cut back on carbs.

Sound good?
Sure, sure.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- See you back in a week.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Ohh!

All good, all good.

Alright.

Thanks for coming with me,
Pol.

Coming to these alone
would suck.

Of course.

There's nowhere I'd rather be
than discussing

the ravenous parasite
that's taking over your body.

Precious little parasite.

Man.
We hit the jackpot.

I mean,
it's barely 10:00 a.m.

and these folks
are already lit.

Welcome to parenthood.

- Hey, Connie.
- Jenn!

I am so glad you made it.

Hey, you gals
should get a glass.

I'm off the sauce, but my friend
might want some.

I'm actually good,
thanks.

Oh, come on. This is the best
part of a PTA meeting.

The afterparty.

This is the part where we drink
to forget our children exist.

Heh!

Well, um, Connie,

you know what pairs really well
with Pinot?

Oh! Look out!

Okay, but, um,

I have something else that'll
help take the edge off.

Ooh, how'd you get
ahold of this?

It's been hard to get
this stuff lately.

Apparently there's some sort
of opioid bullshit crisis.

Not much for current events,
are you, Connie?

Mm.
So, you gonna share?

Indeed, girlfriend.

And there's more
where that came from.

Come by my salon.

Hmm?

Ask for
a Vengeance manicure.

We'll hook you right up.

I certainly will.

Well,
that didn't take long.

Tell all your friends,
girl!

Look who finally shows up.

Been all around this shithole
town looking for my pills,

but your friends got 'em
locked up tighter

than a virgin
at an orgy.

You need to behave,
Clay.

Our business can't go down
with you going off half-cocked.

Don't lecture me
about cock.

Little fact of life --

Your enemy is either
scared of you,

you probably scared of him,
and I ain't scared of nobody.

So where the hell you been?

I got someone to launder
your money for you.

Girl from my old
prison softball team

is letting me use
her mobile tattoo parlor.

Who gives a shit
when we ain't got no pills?

We got -- We got pillbillies
camping out in our parking lot.

They need their fix.

That's why I got
a bunch of pills for you.

Should hold us over
till Ken's shipment comes in.

Where'd you get these?

Another girl
from prison softball.

Works at a burn clinic.

It's important to stay close
to old friends.

That's a team
I can get behind.

Hey, Confetta, tell them
pillbillies we back in business.

Whoop-de-do.

Ahh!
Hey, sorry I doubted you.

I thought maybe you was siding
with Desna.

I want to take that bitch down
even more than you do.

Good, 'cause just 'cause
we got new pills don't mean

she can take my property
and get away with it, alright?

- I want what's rightfully mine.
- Trust.

The only pendejo who thinks
she's getting away

with all that bullshit
is her.

Plus, you know, we don't have
to kill her to destroy her.

Sounds like I'd have
some pretty big shoes

to fill
if I got this job.

Well, I think Ann
is only a size 6,

but emotionally,
she's like a 13.

Yeah.
We really miss that ho.

I know what it's like
to lose friends.

Girls come and go all the time
at the strip club.

Hey, wait. Huh!

Let me get this straight.

You're a stripper... Mm-hmm.

...you only eat
cold food...

Oh, hot food
is disgusting.

...and you're named
after a state?

You're right!

Virginia and Georgia!

Y'all are like twins!

I had a twin once.

Polly, don't.

Copy that.
Girl.

V-Virginia,
may I have a word?

Yeah.
Dean, are you okay?

I heard you had a run-in
with Uncle Daddy.

Yeah, it was
fairly traumatizing.

Uh, but I'm trying
a new technique

called compartmentalization,

which is why I'm focused
on my current dilemma --

my recent foray
into social media.

He just started
a new Instagram show

called "On the Spectrum
with Dean."

Yeah, seeing as
I'm on the spectrum.

Cute.

Oh, but it's --
it's not cute.

In fact, it's --
it's quite disappointing.

Uh, a-at one point,
I held a sizable audience

in the palm of my hand.

But now things have devolved
into trolling and name-calling.

It's -- It's very,
very demoralizing.

Dean, if it's bothering
you this much,

maybe you should find
something else to do.

B-But that's the problem,
Virginia.

What if I never find
my true calling?

Oh, you will, Dean.

Sometimes you have to burn
a few bridges

to find the right path.

You know, it takes a lot
of false leads

to figure out
where you belong,

but once you do,
you'll know you're home.

Okay.
See what you think.

You better be careful
with that donk, shorty.

Excuse me?

♪ She's my only love

♪ My only heart

♪ She's my only love

You heard me.

Boy, please.

I can see your Pampers
through your uniform.

You know you like it, though.

Hm.
Oh, this came for you.

Ms. Desna Simms, right?

Uh-huh.

How come I ain't seen you
around here before?

I'm the new Priority Shipment
Specialist on this route,

so you're gonna be seeing
a lot more of me.

So why don't you slide me
that number, though,

so we can get
this thing crackin',

Mrs. Parker?

Hey, Mrs. Parker.

You got jokes.
Mm-hmm.

Give me my box.

Goddamn, you fine
as all outdoors.

And you country, young'un.

Call me.
I'll teach you a few things.

Mm!

♪ Crazy, a lil' bit racy♪

Yes!
You get that package.

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

You gonna let him
handle you with care?

You hookers
mind your business.

Ooh!

Hey, Connie, I'm --
I'm glad you made it.

Your stuff is good.
I brought my friend Judy.

Had to make sure
we were stocked up.

The more the merrier.

What?

I seen you give your number
to lil' green shorts.

He's cute.

Virginia, I don't have time
for nonsense.

Alright? I gotta figure out how
we gonna pay this Goddamn rent.

Alright, well, I'm just sayin',
'cause I think Green Shorts

wants to give you
some dii-iick!

Ohh!

Ah, shut up.
Go sit down.

- Don't encourage that.
- You need it, girl.

Alright.

And I think this is
what you came for.

Mmm, you know it.

Mmm.

- Thank you, baby.
- Uh-huh.

I will see you
at the Coddle Fest.

You know there's gonna be
an Olympic-sized mud bath.

What's Coddle Fest?

Oh, it's a wellness expo
at the Grandbrooke Country Club.

I've been co-hosting for, what,
three years now.

Every rich asshole
on the Gulf Coast

is gonna be there
getting pampered.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Do you think that, um,
any of the folks over there

might be interested
in some medicated relief?

I imagine they would.
I'll save a booth for you.

Thanks, girl.

Y'all hear that?

This coddle-doddle thing, this
could be just the thing we need.

If we could turn all those
rich folks into customers, baby,

we ain't gonna have no problems
getting our rent paid.

Then maybe mama could think
about getting laid.

Yeah!
Ohh!

Hoo-hoo!

I look like Malibu Barbie
or something?

I'm not carrying that shit.

That's just
from my old runs.

I'll get you something different
next time. Go.

Listen, I take my bread in cash,
none of that Venmo shit.

Okay, Boomer.

Pink look good on you.

Yeah, alright.
Whatever.

New friend?

Old softball buddy of mine.

Oh.

Listen, I'm gonna have
to meet you at yoga tonight.

Is everything
all right?

Yeah, yeah, it's just Des
wants me to meet her and Jenn

at the Grandbrooke
Country Club.

Oh. Goin' bougie?
What are you going there for?

Oh, you know,
just wearing something couture,

drinking mint juleps,
pushing some pills.

Ah.

Pushing pills, eh?

Get him!
Yeah!

You know,
I been thinkin', boy.

All that's goin' on,

havin' notions of trust
floatin' around my head.

You think Ann's still loyal
to Desna?

Hell no.

That pussy licker knows
the right side to be on.

But your wife...

Uh, what --
what about her?

She on the wrong team now,
ain't she?

I done lost my patience
with that shit.

She knew
where my pills were.

She probably nicked them
her damn self.

You don't need to worry.
No.

Jenn and I got a --
a system worked out.

Yeah, there ain't no talking
work at home, none.

Bullshit.

I never met a man more
pussy whipped than you.

Hell, Ann could teach you
a few things.

You need to grow some taters
and stand up to the missus.

She needs to quit
and she needs to do it now.

Uncle Daddy, you --
uh, you don't --

you -- you don't --
you don't know.

I can't do that.

Well, either, uh, rectify
the situation and we good.

Or you don't
and we, uh, we ain't.

So, how long did you work
at the kids' theme park?

Not long enough.
There was no place like it.

Why'd you leave, then?

After 15 years,

my manager wanted
to demote me to evil queen.

But I'm a princess,
damn it!

Okay.

So, um, you almost done?

All finished.
What do you think?

- Damn, that's poppin'.
- You like it?

Yeah! Yeah!

10 --
I got 10 on the gator!

I know where the pills
are gonna be.

Desna's
on her way there now.

We ruin the business,
we ruin the bitch.

Ah!

Yeah!
- I like it.

Go get the van.

Baby!

What the...

Uh...
What the hell?

Oh. Okay.

Is this what they mean
by a plant-based lifestyle?

Oh, my God, Lusty Souls.

That's like the Mary Kay
of sex toys.

We should just stop here
for a minute.

Later.
Wait a minute.

Were they
steaming their clams?

Girl,
this shit is bananas.

I'm uncomfortable.

I'm very uncomfortable.

Hey, Connie.
Hey, Connie.

Desna, I am so glad
y'all were able to make it.

Well, thank you
for having us.

I mean, this place is --

This is different.

Your services
will fit in nicely here.

We like drugs.

Y'all, why was she painted gold?
I don't understand.

'Cause rich people
do freaky shit, apparently.

And we are gonna charge their
freaky asses twice the price.

Hey, girl, hey, I'm on my way
to the country club.

I'm so sorry I'm late,
but I had to change

into the proper attire,

plus my credit cards
are all maxed out.

So I couldn't afford a Lyft,
but I will be there in a jiffy.

Please don't move.

Help is on the way.

Where am I?

You're on Grant Street.

Y-You've had quite a tumble.

Are you feeling better?

I can't feel my legs.

I-I think I'm --
I think I'm paralyzed!

Oh, stay calm.

An ambulance is on the way.

Oh!

You seem to have made
a speedy recovery.

Oh, God, yeah, I --
yes, I --

I guess I don't need an --
an ambulance,

but I still feel
a little weak, though.

Alright, alright. How much
for this supposed injury?

$500?
$1,000?

I don't want your money.

I just wanted
some excitement.

You've no idea what it's like
to be infinitely bored.

You did this
out of boredom?

Yes, all for a cheap thrill,
I'm afraid.

Just to feel something.

You see, when everything
comes easy to you in life,

there's no real danger.

So please, please, forgive me
for inconveniencing you.

I'm so, so terribly embarrassed,
and I'm sorry, and I'll --

I'll be on my way.

Stop.

What is your name?

Polly Mountbatten.
Of the Palm Beach Mountbattens.

By way of Notting Hill,
of course.

I don't know them.

Consider yourself blessed.

They're a bunch of rich,
pompous hypocrites.

And you are?

Baron Axel von Reichler.

I seem
to have misjudged you.

Oh, no.

You could make it up to me,
though,

by giving me a lift
to the Grandbrooke Country Club.

I have some friends waiting
for me there, and, well,

I'm afraid
I'm terribly late.

It would be my pleasure.

Psst.

One sec.
Yeah?

My client just told me she paid
$350 to get her coochie steamed.

Why?
It ain't a Goddamn sofa.

I can't even get Baylor
a Dr. Scholl's insert.

And that girl's about
straight crooked.

Ain't that the damn
American reality.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, baby.

Thank you.

Look at that damn line.

We killin' it.

Come on, baby.

So, I'm just saying,

most doctors have cut way back
on prescribing pain meds.

Unfortunately, real sufferers
are suffering.

But I can reveal that
I have access to a new drug

which is virtually risk free.

How do I get it?

I -- I shouldn't
have said anything.

My supply, it--
it's very limited.

I -- I'm sorry.
I --

I'll -- I'll pay
whatever it takes.

Have a good day.

You ready to get
your shit back?

Bitch.

Girl, this shit
is selling better

than bald-headed women
buying Bondo!

It is flying
off the shelves.

Yes.

Damn it.

Figure out a way to stop them
from selling all our pills.

Hey.
Excuse me, ladies.

You know what
they were sellin' --

it ain't really Oxy.

It's breath mints.

You want to have your cake
and eat it too?

I like me some cake.

Selling pills is hard.
Why not let Desna do it for us?

We can
steal the money after.

I like the way
you're thinking.

You wanna
get your anus steamed?

I like me
some anus steam.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You've done it?
Hell yeah.

Did you just see
Quiet Ann in here?

Girl, there's not a whiff
of corn rows or baggy shorts.

I'm gonna give it a no.

I could've sworn
I saw that bitch.

Excuse my French.

So, uh, your friends
are working here?

Yes.

I assumed
you were all guests.

Oh!
No, I'm a manicurist.

Forgive my confusion,
but I didn't think a woman

of your pedigree would be
involved in common work.

Well, you see, I played and
spent money lavishly for years,

and I never understood
why I felt so numb and empty,

and then it occurred to me --

it's because the money
meant nothing.

So...there's depth
beneath that beauty.

Well
maybe a little.

Polly. Oh, my God.
I'm so glad you made it.

I feel like we've been ships
passing in the night.

Oh, Ken. Um, I'm a wee bit busy
right now.

- Can we talk later?
- Is this a friend of yours?

Yeah, Polly, who's this?

Oh, yes. Pardon me.
This is a friend.

Close personal sex friend.

A very dear
and platonic friend.

Dr. Kenneth Brickman,
this is Baron von Reichler.

What?
A baron?

Wow.
Is that real?

Or is that like
Count Chocula?

Um, could you excuse us
for a moment?

What? What, is it all of
a sudden "Downton Abbey"?

Ken, what are you doing?

- I am working here.
- Who's the geezer?

He's a very old
acquaintance.

You could say that again.

Why are you insulting him?

Why are you acting
all of a sudden

like you're interested
in him?

Because obviously I am.

He's like 90.

Really, Ken?
That's your issue?

I never thought you were
so narrow-minded about age.

Polly, wait.

Are you free for dinner tonight?

- Why, yes.
- Wonderful.

There's this charming
little bistro... Polly.

-...I'd love to go to.
- Polly.

I'll walk you out.

Look who's here.

Ken, ya damn traitor!

You're supposed to be workin'
for me!

Y'all, I am doing

the best acting
of my life.

I should get
an Image Award.

Well, sweetie,
you're not a minority.

I'm more Black than you.

Uh! Oh, honey,
I've been to the cookout.

Des, did you hear
what she just said?

I didn't hear shit
except the sound

of that money being folded.

Desna! I am.
He ushered me.

He had taken me,
walkin' me...

What's going on, Connie?

How could you humiliate me
in front of all my friends?

Say what now?

You've been
passing off phony Oxy.

I heard
what they really are.

Breath mints.

Excuse me?

Do I look stupid to you?

Eh -- Mm...

I'm gonna have to ask you
to leave the premises.

Hey, listen, I don't know
what you heard,

but what we have
is the real deal.

Yeah, we're keeping it
a thousand.

- It's a hundred.
- Yeah, whatever that means.

Ladies, let's move.

Wow.

Hey!

- Clay, you taking our shit?
What are you --

Thanks for all the hard work,
ladies!

Was it you, Ann?
Did you tattle to Uncle Daddy?

Polly...

I can't believe you.
Why would you --

I can't believe
you would do this to me!

Because she's a lying,
conniving bitch!

Shh!
Ann!

Ladies, I said "out."

Ta-ta!

You may have won
the battle,

but you didn't win
- the Goddamn war!
- Shh!

Big words
from a big mouth.

You know
you wrong for this.

I'm calling the police
right now.

You know what? Don't bother.
We leaving.

Coddle Fest is bullshit!

- Just so all y'all know!
It's stupid!

You can get your coochie steamed
for a lot less.

- You full of shit.
- This is my lamp now!

- Security, that is not her lamp.
Get the lamp.
Get the lamp.

She pops it now.

Oh, my God.

She's hot too.
Mm.

God, I love money.

Yo.
Desna's done.

Yeah, she sure is, baby.

I got to tell you what, though,
it was smart making you

the brains
of this operation.

Mm-hmm.
Damn.

So much
for winning that war.

"Winning the war."

Oh.
Ahh.

Hey, y'all.
Yeah.

So, how'd the, uh,
country club go?

It was all right.

I was, uh, surprised to see
Jennifer there.

Jenn, yeah,
I didn't, uh --

I didn't get a chance to --
to talk to her yet.

Yeah, well,
that's real obvious.

I'm -- I'm gonna
take care of it.

Listen, boy, what I asked you
to do was real simple, okay?

But, apparently, you are
too much of a, uh...

I mean -- What's that new word
we talked about?

Puto.
Puto!

Look at that!
She's making me smarter too.

Now, she's a real winner
right here.

And since you're apparently
too much of a puto

to do what I asked,

I don't have
no more use for you.

Oh, c'mon.
Don't be like that.

Go on, boy.

Me and Ann got business
to discuss.

Uncle Daddy, I mean,
I'm gonna --

I said git.

Can't believe
Quiet Ann told Uncle Daddy

we would be there.

I can't believe you told
Quiet Ann we'd be there.

She's a traitor.
When are you gonna get that?

It's true.
She really crossed over.

Y'all are right.

It's just that not being
homegirls with Quiet Ann anymore

is making me feel all...
flustery in my tummy.

Tried to do right by her.

Well, let's just focus
on the matter at hand, okay?

They stole our money,
and now all we got is a war.

And shit's about
to get real messy.

I don't know if Bryce is gonna
be able to take it.

Okay, well, I don't know
what you gonna do,

'cause either
you in or out.

We ain't got but a handful
of days to make this rent

- and then keep making it, okay?
- I know.

And we are not going back to
living paycheck to paycheck.

Holla.

We canceled holla
last week.

We did?

Look,
today had some hiccups,

but there was
still some light.

Oh, please, shed it.

We scared Clay so bad
he had to step to us.

We are now officially players
in the Goddamn game.

Okay, alright.

- Okay!
- Yes! Boom.

Speaking of players,

I got an errand to run,
and then...

I have a date
with a rich geezer.

- Ooh!
- Wish me luck.

You go, girl.
Get that vintage dick.

Really?

Hey, girl!
I was hoping I'd find you here.

Oh.

Hey, girl.

I didn't get the job,
did I?

I was gonna call, but...

I was being scary.

Oh. Figured it was
something like that.

I-I wanted to hire you,
if it makes any difference.

It doesn't really.

I get that your friend Ann left
some big kicks to fill,

but give me a shot.

I know I can do it.

It's not about you, boo.
Okay?

Y-Your personality is poppin',
your outfit's cute,

but your pedi was...
kinda trash.

Uh, hey, you want a --

you want a juice
or some ack-eye bowl shit?

Nah.
Don't need no handouts.

'Sides, I'm late for my shift
at Tricks 'n Treats.

Bye, Virginia.

♪ Miles off the floor♪

♪ Now don't look down♪

You all set?

♪ Oh, oh♪

♪ I'm loving that,
loving that, loving that♪

♪ Loving that feeling so♪

♪ Can you take me higher
than I've ever been before?♪

♪ Oh, oh♪

Man #Yeah!

You came.

I'm not going to yoga with you.

That wasn't about you, Polly.

You betrayed me.

It wasn't like that.
Desna and I are in a war.

But you're not
in a war with me!

I thought we were friends.
I've always been loyal to you.

Me too.

Until today.

So I just came here
to say that we're done.

Desna was right.
We can't trust you anymore.

Please, Polly --
No, Ann.

Don't. Goodbye.

We have yoga starting
in five minutes.

Oh.
Hi -- Hi, Ann.

W-W-What are
you doing here?

I was gonna take a yoga class.
I didn't know you came here.

Oh, I took a Zumba class.

I-It's enjoyable, but I don't
think it's my passion.

A-A-Ann, what do you mean, you
were gonna take a yoga class?

I think -- I think the class
is just starting now.

Oh, did you
change your mind?

I signed up for this with Arlene
two months ago, before she...

And Polly was gonna
do it with me,

but I'm pretty sure
she hates me now, so...

I-I-I'll do it.
I-I'll do it. I'll do it.

I don't need your pity, Dean.
Thank you.

Oh --
Oh, this is not pity.

It's -- It's simply me exploring
every potential opportunity

to find my true purpose
in life.

Well, what about Desna?

Desna and I are in a new
adult sibling relationship.

And she's not allowed
to tell me

who I can or cannot
be friends with.

And -- And, Ann,
you're my friend.

Well, since you put it
that way...

Let's go.

♪ No one else, else♪

Hey, young'un.

Hey there.

You ain't forget
about your boy, huh?

No, I did not
forget about you.

I'm just here working.

Yeah, right.
What you got on, though?

I'm gonna let you take
a little peek.

Ooh!

Don't start nothing
you can't finish, now.

Who said
I can't finish it?

Ah, shorty, tell me
where to meet you,

and we can finish
this thing together.

Um...

I'mma -- I'mma need to
call you back, okay?

Ah, damn,
you breakin' my heart.

No, I'mma call you back.
I promise.

Alright. Bet.

You know, if you keep
that worried look on your face,

you gonna get wrinkles.

Girl,
half-Black don't crack.

Okay.
What's going on?

We shouldn't have
hired Princess.

I know you are not tripping
about letting Ann go

after everything
she pulled.

No. Ann d--

I don't know,
but Princess isn't right for it.

But the girl who would
kill it here

is pretty wack at nails.

Oh. Hello, pot.
It's you, kettle.

Huh?

That is laughable
coming from you.

You know your nail game wasn't
on point when you got here,

and I didn't kick you
to the curb.

I know. Roller and Uncle Daddy
made you hire me.

Yeah, but that was at first,
Virginia.

I mean, but after all that
shit happened with Roller,

I didn't let you go.

Why didn't you?

Because, Virginia...

you're me.

A younger, dumber,
way more annoying me.

And if I let you go,
where was you gonna go?

Back to trickin',
I guess.

And I wasn't having that.

Hmm?

You needed a crew,
and I had one.

No, that don't mean...

Okay. Okay.

That's enough of that.

It's just...
that's how I feel about Georgia.

Well, then,
what's your half-Black ass

still doing sitting here?

What are you doing here?

Thanks.

I want to talk.

Talkin' ain't free.

Okay. Fine.

I'm on a break.

Come on, Georgia.
I messed up, okay?

- I'm giving you the job.
- Really?

How long you gonna pay a fool
who can't get the job done?

Long as it takes
to teach you.

You can stay with me and Polly
until you can get on your feet.

You shittin' me?

Someone once refused
to give up on me.

Now it's time
to pay it forward.

You got the job, bitch.

Right there,
mother-trucker.

Oh, that's a good shot.

Here.

- Thank you, baby.
- I'll take that. Hi.

Easy.

Didn't know the big-boned
girls were your type.

- They're all my type.
- Hmm.

Oh, boy.
Yeah. Can we help you?

Uh, no, sir, but I think
I can help you.

Ahh!

So, you guys wanna get Desna
out of the drug game for good?

Well...

This'll do it.

- My boy.
- These are fentanyl patches.

Where the hell
did you get this?

Well, remember how I went away
for -- for crack?

Ann's not the only one
with prison contacts.

Turns out
my old cellmate's

good for somethin'
other than cuddlin'.

He works
for big pharma now.

These are time release.

Yes, ma'am, ma'am.

A 10-hour high.

And cheaper than pills.
This ratchets shit up.

Oh, hell yeah,
it does!

Damn, boy.
You came through!

Whoo!
Come over here!

- Give me -- Alright!
- Hoo-hoo!

Stick with the Hussers,
you gonna be rich, rich, rich!

Now, Bryce,
go talk to your wife.

♪ Far, far

♪ Far away-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-
ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay ♪

This thing is smokin'.

Ahh, great.

I have never...

...had my back blown out in
the back of a delivery truck.

But I'm into it.

And I know this happens
all the time on your route.

No.
Naw, Ma.

You're actually --
You're -- You're the first.

First of all,
I'm not your mama.

Second of all,
you full of shit.

It's true, though.

I mean, females and dudes
be trying to hit it.

What?

Hey...

But I make it a point
not to smash my customers.

Until now.

Ooh.

You make deliveries
for Lusty Souls?

Hell yeah.

I deliver to their whole
damn pyramid --

freaky-ass schoolteachers,
accountants.

Bunch of folk all over
Manatee County sell this shit.

Hmm.

Uh...
I gotta go.

I got some business
I need to take care of.

- Can I help?
- Mm.

You just did.

Hey, but maybe let's get
together tomorrow night.

Maybe we can grab
some food.

Oh.
Slow your roll, young'un.

Unh-unh.
This was just a drive-by, okay?

I mean, the dick is magnificent,
but right now,

I got too much to do
and not enough time.

It's all good.

You already know I'll do
whatever make you comfortable.

But real talk, though, here's
what you need to know about me.

When I see something I want,
I don't give up.

Me and you both, boo.

Come here,
Mrs. Parker.

I ain't finished
with you.

Jenn, you and I both know
that was Uncle Daddy's pills

in the minivan.

Baby, what about separate --
church, state?

You can be church.
I'll be state.

I-I-I can't, alright?

Separation ain't working.

Okay, well, we knew
this was gonna be hard,

with the warring factions
and all,

but we just
gotta be strong.

Honey, honey.

I just don't
think that...

you'll be able to handle
this level of involvement

in the drug business.

Oh.

I mean, things are gonna
get dark, violent.

I just don't really think
that's your jam.

Well, I am a strong,
badass woman, Bryce.

That's my jam.

Something's got to give,
alright?

You've gotta
make a choice.

It's either...

It's either our family
or the job.

Are you really sitting there
and telling me

that I have
to abandon my crew?

Have we met?

When you wanted to do "Get It,
Get It" at the Hilton airport,

who gave me a two-month advance,
no questions asked?

- Des did.
- It doesn't matter anymore.

- We're at war.
- Uh, when you let

my mama get all up
on your dingaling,

who picked up the pieces --Hey! Hey!

You said we ain't gonna
talk about that!

...pieces of my broken mind,
okay?

You said we weren't gonna be
talking about that again, okay?

- Well -- Fine.
- Mm. You...

Mm.
Okay?

Let me just summarize and say
that the list of things

that Desna has done for
our family is endless, Bryce.

So if you think I'm just gonna
turn my back on her,

then you best
think again.

Well...

I'm putting my foot down.

You gonna quit that job.

End of list.

Now you listen to me,
Bryce Husser.

Yeah?

Grow up
and be your own man.

Oh, be a man?
Damn.

And if you ever step to me
with this macho bullshit again,

outside of the bedroom,

I will take your balls
and put them in my purse.