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Y'all better sit
y'all asses down.

It's time for "P-Valley."

They say if we don't pay up in 30 days,
they gonna have our asses kissing asphalt.

Y'all gonna be practicing
inside this new building right here.

The new home of the
Chucalissa Challengers.

I thought you was gonna get another
one of your daughter's contributions today.

I'ma need those 20 stacks I let
y'all hold come end of the week.

Just talk to your daughter.

I think I might just have to try you
out on that pulpit one Sunday service.

Corbin just text.
Say he ain't coming.

The brother from another mother
strikes again. Ain't this some shit?

Promised Land can't start until
we have the signatory of all owners.

But I ain't interested in
making a little one-off $1 million.

I'm interested in
making $10 million,

and if we actually lease
our land to the casino,

that's what we could
make over the long haul.

New song, huh?

You need to holler
at DJ Neva Scared.

He get more bump
in his bathroom.

There's a casino
coming to Chucalissa?

Ask him yourself.

"Andre Watkins, Esquire."

I don't need to talk to him.

Not when I got somebody
else it seem he like talking to.

You are not my pimp.

Oh, but I am your employer
with a fake-ass ID in my hand.

Now, unless you don't
want me to call the sheriff,

let him know about the little
fraud game you probably running,

I suggest you do as I say.

Is there room for me
on that lap of yours?

You know I can always
make room for the GOAT.

You should have
been moved to Atlanta,

with all that talent.

I'm fine where I is, Coach,

right here with you.

Besides,
how else we would've had met?

Chucalissa don't deserve you.

How about I take you on
up to Memphis with me?

I'll put you up in that condo,
right on the river.

Have you sit front and center...

...every game.

You's a fool to think you'd be
concentrating on your ball players...

...with me sitting
on the 50-yard line.

I know you right.

I'ma have to put you
on up in the skybox.

Wouldn't want them
Giuseppes getting messed up

by somebody in the crowd.

Wouldn't want somebody
within earshot of their wife.

Shit.

I'm serious about this.

Let me take care of you.

Coach, baby, this fantasy cheap.

Real life,
I don't think you could afford her.

I know I'm biased,

but you should try this one on.

Look at you, gecko!

- You mean chameleon?
- What you said?

A stripper always
got to have her looks.

That's what my mama always say.

Hey, Bill, I just finished
looking over the blueprints.

You're gonna love what they did.

Yeah. Yeah, check your inbox.

You done talk to
your regular yet?

How somebody you dance for
once is a regular is beyond me.

Heifer, don't get smart with me.

If you don't talk to that damn man
about this damn casino, you better.

I called him. Left a message.
He didn't call me back.

I want my tea.

No tea...

...no ID.

God-daddy, now,
why you wastin' good Macallan?

Gots to feed the gods, boy.

Go ahead. 'Cause you
don't know nothing about that.

See,
you left Chucalissa before the old ways

tattooed themselves
on your heart.

Most niggas leave here,
and they never turn back.

But you?

You remembered me.

And you bringing the casino here

shows me you
remembering your peoples.

See how these mu'fuckers working
day and night to put up my bar?

How's things with them
cowboys? They sign yet?

Wayne and Wyatt on board,

but they happen to have a
half - brother proving to be tricky.

Corbin say he want to lease.
Which I can't say is a bad idea.

No, no, no.

Kyle land is supposed to
have a straight sale, now.

You know, 6 million,
like we discussed.

But it's not even waterfront
property like The Pynk,

which is the only land we
actually need to build the casino.

I promised those Kyle boys
I was gonna hook 'em up,

you know, call it a gift for
them helping me get elected.

That's a gift or a kickback?

I didn't see you objecting

when your Promised
Land folks was giving me

a few hundred thousand to build

the entire damn Russell Park,
huh?

Come on.

You said this was
a good-faith gesture

to show the city council
that Promised Land

was serious about
rebuilding this town.

Yeah.

You didn't say anything
about naming it after yourself.

Who better to name it after the
first black mayor of Chucalissa?

Think of the optics, though.

Hey, boy. Lower your voice down.

You judging me?

This is just how things work

in the Delta.

Have always worked around here.

Now,
these boys are part of the cotton connect

that runs this state,

and Wayne Kyle

runs the city council.

Guess they don't call it
the Dirty South for nothin'.

Hey, now...

hey,
we got the police discounts...

so we won't have to
have no citywide vote,

because if those bible-thumpers
find out about this casino,

they gonna send
it straight to hell.

Yeah, man.

We got to keep this thing a secret,
Andre.

Come on.

You hear me?

Come on. Come on.

It smells like it's
gonna rain again.

Yeah.

God is about to shake
the mess out of Mississippi.

- Jungle juice and Tang.
- Jungle juice all day.

Boy, I knew your ass was project as hell,
man.

Can I get a cigarette?

What you need is an
escort with a umbrella.

You gonna be square
out in these streets?

No. She good.

Yeah, I see.

- Don't stop on account of me.
- It's a brief recess.

- You sound like a lawyer.
- That's what I do on weekends.

- What do you do on weekends?
- Go to Atlanta.

What's her name?

Britney.

Well,
the closest I've been to Atlanta

is the Freaknik chapter
in "A Man in Full."

Easily top five.

That blonde wig
got you talking crazy.

- It ain't no "Kindred."
- Shut the front door.

What you know
about some "Kindred"?

What you know about
some patter master?

Your slip is showing, Andre.

Well, yours is, too.

Your wife must miss you
being away for so long,

working on this casino thing.

Hey,
can you keep your voice down?

What? I'm not
allowed to talk about it?

- It's complicated.
- What, you think I wouldn't understand?

No. No, no, no, no.

I actually think you would.

But I'm not at liberty to speak
on confidential matters, so...

Got it.

Y'all sure is a
cute couple there.

Where y'all staying at?

- Oh, we're not a...
- Staying long.

Just passing through.

Done with our
sightseeing for today.

Niggas always wanna
do Highway 61 trail.

But Robert Johnson's shack got
washed away 60-some years ago.

Ain't shit to see.

You want to see some
history? Go to the mounds.

Oh, yeah.

My grandmama used to
take me there when I was little.

Well, she might've took you there,
but did she tell you the story?

Two Choctaw brothers
walking they people down south

in search of new land.

Well,
every night when they set up camp,

they would plant a
stick in the ground,

and whichever
way it was pointing,

the next morning,
that's the direction they go.

They did that night after night,

over and over for 100 years.

Anytime one of 'em died,
they carried 'em on they back.

Can you imagine dragging
death on your back like that?

One morning, they got up,
and they saw they stick

was pointing straight up,
and that was all she wrote.

They laid down their bones
and made a home there.

Well, actually, here.

Would you like to
go see the mounds?

Can you add three lumberjack
specials to the ticket on that table?

Oh, and I'll take two coffees.

- What you need the other one for?
- I like to keep both my hands warm.

Well, I was just leaving.

Excuse me.

I'll make sure the ticket is
paid for you lovely ladies.

Make sure you leave a tip.

The mounds.

I'd like to see 'em.

Cool.

I'll text you.

I'll reply.

Oh,
you better get you a regular!

I gots two.

Corbin and that
freaky-ass anesthesiologist.

One like to get beat,
and the other like to watch me sleep.

Mercedes got this coach
from up in Memphis.

Always trying to play
Cap'n Save A Ho.

Bitch, you the ho.

I turned my regular
into my boyfriend.

- A boyfriend?
- White-girl magic.

Nasty.

Look, it's innocent.

Say the guilty.

Well...

Enjoy your breakfast, ladies.

We will!

She's bein' a bitch.
She probably anorexic.

This bitch ain't even eatin'.

- Hey, Corbin. - Clifford.

You done started keeping
secrets from your girl.

Ain't nobody keeping
no secrets from you.

Yet you consortin' with
the enemy in my palace.

Who this Andre Watkins?

I was just showing
him a good time.

By trying to bribe
him with those stacks?

Ears stay more open than legs at The Pynk,
Corbin.

You know how black-folk
talk strike faster than lightning.

Have I told any of
your other secrets?

Hell, I might be the only
person in this town you can trust.

This casino want
to buy our land.

I'm trying to get my brothers
to lease instead of selling it.

These folks came in
offering some serious stacks.

But Wayne and Wyatt done
blew they whole inheritance,

so they ready to
offload every acre,

but I'm trying to convince
'em to hold on to it.

It's like what
you tell your girls.

Closed legs still get fed.

Nah, the other one.

Oh. Rule 57.

No change in the G-string,

only dollars.

Why make one dollar
when you can make ten...

million.

Shut your mouth.

That's that legacy money.

That's that private
- school money.

Honey, that's that money money.

Hey. So you trying to tell me

that The Pynk gonna
be right across the street

from a motherfucking casino,
huh?

From a motherfucking casino?

It's gonna take
some time to build.

Oh, well, honey,
Oprah wasn't built in a day.

I can wait for this.

I just got to hold
on to one brick.

And I see what patience'll do.

You had to wait till
your daddy's last breath

for you to get recognized.

And look at ya.

The son of the maid
keeping a plantation goin'.

If that ain't some reparations
for your ass, I don't know what is.

Funny how you kept that secret
all the way since elementary.

That you the bastard son
of good ol' boy Johnny Kyle?

See that?

This tongue stay tied.

I got to get back
to pickin' this cotton.

Hey, Corbin?

Yes, Clifford?

Get you some sunscreen.

We don't want you
getting black now.

And P-U-S-S-Y

V-A-L-L-E-Y.

Pussy Valley, baby.

Oh, get that money!

Child, we gonna get that money!

'Cause my God is an awesome God,

and the very fact that you
have survived is a message.

A promise.

A prophecy.

I stand before you,
an imperfect promised soul.

I done done some things.

What Deborah Cox song...

Nobody supposed to be
here done the things I done.

I was addicted to that life.

Was always about that life.

But now I'm living for Jesus.

Won't He do it? Yes, He will.

Won't He pull you through? Yes,
He will.

I want you to turn to your
neighbor and say, "Neighbor."

Neighbor.

Well...

...you always know how to find me,
don't you?

Well,
I went to the back office first.

Didn't expect to find you up here,
though.

Must say,
it's a pleasant surprise.

Well,
my vocal warm - up got carried away.

It's been a few days.

You made the withdrawal
from the church account yet?

The loan got approved.

So when you gonna
roll my stacks on to me?

What you need it for? What
your little ass gonna do with it?

A wise woman once told me

don't let not one nigga
know what you abouts to do.

Just let these bitches watch.

Now I'ma say this.

How you gonna be disrespectful
in the house of the Lord?

My gym, Ma.

I finally got it.

So...

...this retirement plan of yours is real,
huh?

Fine.

I'ma cut the check tomorrow.

You can come get it first thing.

I know y'all ain't.
What type of ish is this?

Y'all got me messed up,

and y'all got the nerve to have
Chucalissa Challenger shorts on, too.

This might disqualify
us from our next stand.

We were just gonna
upload it to Snap.

It deletes as soon as it plays.

Well, Terricka, thank God.

Otherwise,
you would have everybody booty popping

from Chucalissa
to doggone Pluto.

"The bad bitch party.

Invitation only to
the top 20 twerkers."

Well,
bless your thotty little hearts.

Y'all know what happen
at parties like this?

We should be free to
express our sexual freedom

without patriarchal consequence of rape,
rumor...

Taylor, fuck y'all feminism.

You don't want no stuff
out there on the Internet

about y'all that look like this,
point blank, period!

You do.

Well, Terricka,
I gets paid for mine.

You out here shaking
y'all shit for free.

Where they do that at?

You know what?

Give me 50 toe touches
before y'all leave.

Oh, man!

Jump!

Why you ain't jumpin', Captain?

No, no, no.

Make it 70.

Girl, come on! Get up!

Get your legs up like
you was getting 'em up

- on that dadgum fence. - High!

- Point your toes! - Please!

Girl, where you been?

From almost beatin'
a little bitch ass,

but I'm ready to slay,
'cause God is in the building.

Come on, girl, let's do this.

I got to get down.

Y'all keep practicing.

I need to fill my water bottle.

- Fuck! - Oh, sorry.

You in early.

Can I see it?

I just fell at practice again.

It just sprained.

What the hell?

Oh,
this is my granddaddy recipe.

Just a little
alcohol and pepper.

Them dudes in Iraq would laugh.

Pour that on,
it's quick fast, though.

Unless you got a
bullet in your head.

Then, well,
it wouldn't much help there.

So when you gonna stop?

Falling?

Keyshawn, girl, bring your
titties. This baby up here hungry.

You know my ass can't feed her.

Shit.

Let me go before Uncle Clifford
start fussing louder than the baby.

All right.

It's your girl. The M, I,
crooked letter, crooked letter, I

crooked letter, crooked letter,
I, humpback, humpback, I!

Get 'em, Gidget and Mercedes!

Come on down, 'cause we finna
show out as soon as y'all show up.

Meet me at the
club. It's going down.

Can somebody please hold Reba
for me so I can finish this post?

No.

Autumn, do me this favor.

Another one.

This is water.

Slow down,
high yellow. You getting redboned.

Fuck out of here!

Buy me a drink?

Throw it up for the baddest
bitches in all of Chucalissa.

The trinity.

Y'all need to throw some more,
throw some more.

Go, Miss M-I, crooked letter,
crooked letter, I,

crooked letter,
crooked letter, I,

humpback, humpback, I!

Hey!

Here we got my girl. Get 'em,
Gidget.

No, no, no, no.

Y'all better give
her more than that.

Show her some
motherfucking appreciation.

White girl used to cheer for Ole Miss,
y'all.

Fuck that shit up, 'Cedes.

Fuck it up. Fuck it up.

Trinity.

Trinity.

Trinity.

And then we got
my bottom bitch...

...Mercedes!

And she rides one every day,
all day, baby, baby!

Hey, babe. Hey.

How much for a dance?

Well, well, well,

looks like we got
ourselves a special guest.

This my new girl,
y'all, with a new swirl.

Give it up for Autumn Night.

Turn it up in this bitch.

Oh, Lord, she done...

You all right,
baby. You all right.

Girl...

What you doing?

Get your ass off that pole.

Where you think you going?

All right, now,
y'all in for a show.

They taking y'all up.

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! - Hey!

Throw it up. Throw it up.

Throw it up. Throw it up!

Hey.

Shit!

I swear, yellow bitches,
I can't take it.

What you do?

Knuck if you buck.

Knuck if you buck. We
got a Chucalissa tax night.

Oh, that's right. Make
it rain on these bitches.

Let's go.

Yes! Throw that money.

Hey!

Bitch, if I ever see you climbing
your yellow ass on my pole again,

I swear before God I
will fuck you up on sight.

Let go of me!

The crowd liked it.
What's your problem?

My problem is working
with sloppy-drunk bitches.

You want to be a alky?

Do that shit on
somebody else pole.

You ain't finna get me hurt.

I'm not drunk.

Little mama, you need to go on
home and take care of yourself.

- Why you even care? - I don't.

Only thing I care about is you not
getting up on my motherfucking pole.

Hey, yo,
DJ Neva Scared. What it do, though?

Later.

- Hey, Tequan, can I come? - No.

What up, man?

Hey,
you ain't want your man to come?

No. He got to stay. He
got to stay in the back.

Real talk?

The hook kind of knock,
but it ain't like it's up to me.

You gonna need more than
a hook you can vibe out to

for any of them girls
to really fuck with it.

What you mean?

It mean everything got to knock.

Your shit got to have a spectrum of
swag but with that turned-up energy.

Right now your
shit more like salad.

Romaine or frisée?

Romaine, and you see,
that what I'm talking about.

You got to pick the
right ingredients.

You got to have that right flavor,
the right head, the right clip,

and that 808,
got to marinate that shit.

Your perc sound got to
slice through that spice

and make room for the
bottom on that tremolo.

Nigga,
you speaking another language.

Nigga,
you be speaking another language.

What I mean is
salad is for rookies.

You got to get on that next level,
making that souffle type of shit.

Why don't you come over?

My mom's making that ill quinoa stuffing,
so...

- Word? - Yeah, you know, man.

I dig it. Hop in the car.

- You know your mama love me, right?
- Hey, hey. Stop that, bro.

- Gonna be my stepson, boy.
- Bro, bro, yo...

- I promise you right now.
- Stop that.

Race you to the top?

Stop!

Oh, God.

When I used to live here with
my grandmother, it felt like...

...paradise.

From what I've seen,
it ain't like that no more.

Want to bring that back
for the folks here now.

You think that casino you
buildin' is gonna change that?

This casino could single -handedly
turn tourism in this town around.

So why is it so hush-hush?

'Cause it's not a done deal yet.

Can you imagine people
from all across the South

could come vacay here?

I mean,
most Southerners don't have passports,

but at Promised
Land Casino Resorts,

you'd be able to take your girl to Rome,
Paris, China.

All around the
world be the thing...

Yeah, so what does that do
for the people who live here?

Take a good look.

What else is here?

I know this casino
ain't the answer

to everything that's gone wrong here,
but...

It's a start.

So you're gonna make
Chucalissa great again, then, huh?

Is this how you always are?

So contrarian? So facetious?

It's like you're hanging
up on me again.

And the other night I
actually wanted to talk.

So...

Let's talk, then.

Condom?

No.

You better go get one.

Wait.

Can you let me in?

I want to keep this
engine humming.

Be right back.

Hey.

Hey, y'all sell Magnums?

No.

We don't sell condoms,

but we sure got Bibles
in our room for free.

And, Jesus,
we are worthy of the blessing

that You've given to us and of
that blessing that we've taken.

- Yes.
- So God so loved the world

that He gave his
only begotten son.

- And in Jesus' name, amen.
- Yes.

Amen.

So first order of business...

we need to figure out who
gonna be preaching in my place,

since I got to go on up
to Mississippi Boulevard

for they revival.

Now,
I was thinking Clydell could.

Something you have to say,
Sister Patrice?

Well, we do want dollars instead of
cents in the collection plate, don't it?

- Sister Woodbine...
- I'm just saying.

My singing after service
can only wake up half the folk

lulled to sleep by his rambling.

What?

You think you can get
up there and do better?

The one thing this mouth know how to
do is draw dollars from a sinner's pocket.

So that must be where
your daughter gets it from.

Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone upon.

That is what my savior said
of a woman that was scorned.

And that is what I'd like to preach on,
next Sunday morn, if I could...

Now, Sister Woodbine...

...you is the finest treasurer
this church done ever seen.

The church building fund would
be in the red if it wasn't for you.

Fact, we just got that bank
loan 'cause of me, and you said...

And I will always be
thankful for your sacrifice.

Now, look here.

Women are the
backbone of this church,

but we must
submit to our elders.

Now, Elder Clydell

will be preaching in
my place come Sunday.

Next order of business.

Oh, my God, yes!

Yes!

Oh, my God, yes!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Enjoy your stay.

Luckily,
there's a Walgreens on the co...

Fuck.

Hey, Uncle Clifford!

Hey, my flodgin' city girls.

Look, I...

See ya.

Nigga, you is late.

Big L done had to put
on the Bell Biv DeVoe CD.

It's driving me out my mind.

And since when your
mama start driving a hooptie?

You coming in?

Nah.

Not tonight,
shorty, not tonight.

Go on, get out of here.

Pull out them ones, 'cause it about
to go down in the building tonight.

Big one for the old
heads up in the joint,

the ones who graduated
Chucalissa High in '99, y'all.

Y'all old as fuck.

Bring out the cans, get on the floor,
but don't hurt nobody.

We about to get that
work from the ladies!

And speaking of ladies,
we got salt and pepper

on the pole here
doing the swirl.

All right, Sleeping Beauty,
go get them coins.

What did Uncle Clifford say?

Ain't no vitamin D in the VIP.

I just want to put the tip in.

There they go.

Gidget, if you don't get your
flat ass back out on that stage...

Told you Uncle Clifford
got me working like a slave.

Ain't it a new day when
a white girl in Mississippi

claim she working like a slave?

Now, Duffy, boy,
why you come so late?

Oh, man.

This flood's fucked up for
all them connects run away.

I-55 clogged worser
than my meemaw heart.

Well, let it be known,
I'm only stashing your load this one time.

You sell weed wings,
now, don't you?

Well, weed about to be legal once we
get Obama back in office a third term.

But that Oxy you had me holding?

No, sir. No, ma'am.

It's all there.

You know I don't
trust white people.

Big L will help you load
up your truck out back.

Hey, Sojourner,
you got one more minute

before you need to come back
out here and pick this cotton.

As long as it's green.

I gots to go.

Let me hold some before you go.

It's for Keyshawn.

She sprained her wrist
yesterday at practice.

You sure it's not for your mama?

My nipples just done
got hard as rubies.

That's not the only thing.

Look at this map.

That's Corbin tract of land.

And look right
across from there.

And the price point.

Oh, Lord.

Don't make me fall the fuck out.

Child, fuck some tea!

You done poured a pot of
hot grits on these ears of mine.

ID. Now, please.

Damn. Why is your
nose so turnt up?

Do you know what I
had to do to get this?

I can only imagine how awful it
is to lay up on a cute-ass nigga

for a little bit of
afternoon delight.

What's wrong with you?

He's calling me again.

- What the hell? Give it!
- Get back.

- Give it back! - Get back.

- Give... - Get back!

Talk.

Welcome to paradise.

Password.

Apples.

Now...

...it's just one more thing
I'ma need for you to do.

I'm thinking zirconia
along the edges.

Bitch,
I want it to look like the Milky Way

just done exploded
all over my booty.

I'm a bad bitch. Why
I ain't get no invite?

They twerk better than me.

I know, right?

- Now look. - Oh, God.

Girl.

Shit. It's Terricka.

Oh, hell, no.

These little bitches
gonna learn today.

Which bad bitch is that?

No, I think somebody here
finna get their ass whupped.

Bitch, move your ass.

Damn.

You know what? Y'all
ain't got to go home,

but you gots to get
the fuck up out of here!

Oh, shit.

- Walk faster. - Okay.

Where your little ass
going when you live here?

Keep your eyes on your own paper,
partner.

Welcome to Paradise.

Password?

Apples.

Thanks for taking the
time to meet with me.

I know you at work and shit,
but I wanted to explain that...

Oh, good.

'Cause my ears could
use another cup of tea.

You around the corner?

Good. I'm still here.

I don't know why you call her.

'Cause she need to know you done
turned this house around and upside down.

God damn it,
Terricka. What was you thinking?

- Me and the girls was just having fun.
- No, no, no. Listen to me.

You cute. You get
it from your mama.

But being banging sometime
more a burden than a blessing.

Keep on.

Some little baller gonna pull on up,
spit some whack-ass game,

and just 'cause your
little ass want to be liked,

next thing you know,
that nigga gonna have you

bent over in the
bathroom with your panties

around your ankles,
and you deserve it.

- Deserve it? - Yeah.

The way you going,
you gonna end up on "13 and Pregnant."

And what you gonna do then, huh?

- What you gonna do?
- You know what?

If I did get pregnant,

at least I wouldn't give up
my baby like you gave up me.

Oh, my imported rug.

A bad-bitch
party? I'ma kill her.

- Where she at?
- Where was you at?

I was down in Jackson
visiting my sick sister.

Terricka said she was
gonna spend the night

with her girl Jalissa
this weekend.

You done fell for the
oldest trick in the book.

You should've just let her
spent the night at my house.

So she can take some
more pictures in your floss?

- That was a joke.
- It was inappropriate.

No wonder she around
here shaking her ass.

What? Whipped
cream in the Jacuzzi?

You make her think
stuff like this is cool.

I was the one that was
trying to talk her out of it.

So you knew she was
trying to throw this party?

- Un-fucking-believable.
- I tried to stop it.

Look, I promised Cortez when
he died that I'd do right by his child.

She's my child, too.

I know that,
which is why I've been open...

open to her being on the team,

but she's too
focused on her body...

always in the mirror,

always concerned about
how many likes she's getting.

What you trying to say?

I don't want her on
the team no more.

But, 'Chelle,

that's the only time
I get to see her.

I know.

We need to refocus this energy

on grades, volunteer work...

anything but this dancing.

Right.

Well...

...you the one with custody,
so...

Yeah.

You welcome.

Thanks.

If I was a stripper,
my name would be Sweet Potato Ponchita.

That's the last thing I ate
and the color of my underwear.

That's a little TMI,
don't you think?

It might be.

But I've been getting
too little information,

or none at all,
on something called

Promised Land Casino & Resort.

Look,
these are confidential matters.

Oh, well, good.

I'm good at keeping secrets.

Like if that wife of yours
rolled her flat ass up in here,

I would not tell her

how you've been dicking
down one of my gals.

Look,
I don't need to tell you anything, man.

Oh,
but you best tell me something.

You seem to already
know a casino's coming.

Well, unless they plan on
building a bridge over The Pynk,

it don't seem like I got too
much a place in Promised Land.

Can you show me The Pynk?

It's not there.

Can you explain that to me,
Andre motherfucking Watkins?

Like I said, I'm not allowed to
speak on confidential matters.

Well, tell whoever you can speak
to on confidential matters this...

until hell freeze over and the
Devil learn how to ice -skate...

...I ain't going nowhere.

- You sure about that?
- Oh, yeah.

Seem like The Pynk got a hole in
its hull and no buckets for bailing.

You might be right about that.

But you can have
some of this water...

...'cause you's a thirsty nigga.

Show him the door.

Sorry to wake you up so late, God-daddy,
but I think we got us a problem.

Doggy.

You lucky.

You only had 30 minutes to
spare before this wire expired.

You have a nice night,
Ms. Savage.

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