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[Keith] Previously
On "Black Monday"...

Pfaffashions goes
public in 12 weeks,

so I'm here to trim the fat.

I'm DJing at House Cat.

Stop by. Be good to see you.

I want Dawn to manage my career.

[Dawn] It was your woman
that ordered the McDLT.

You wish that we had had

the same kind of relationship
that Nomi and I have.

Is that why Nomi asked me
to hold on to her ring?

[Blair] You should worry.
Somebody's out to kill you.

Who are you vultures?

- The killers obviously.
- [car unlock chirps]

- Whoa!
- Aah!

- [Yassir gags]
- [Dawn moans] Ohh...

[jazz music plays over speakers]

Man, these three
are so underrated.

These guys didn't just
go into the studio,

- play their head, and blow.
- Exactly.

- This is thoughtful shit.
- Yeah.

I'd love to make a
trio record like this.

And you can, if you sign
with Kokomo Co Records.

We're a pure jazz label
for serious musicians

like yourself, Ellis...
No bullshit here.

[music changes to pop]

- Uh...
- That. Yeah.

"Girls Just... Girls
Just Want to Have Fun."

It's not jazz, but a powerful
message, nonetheless, right?

[high-pitched
voice] I come home.

In the morning light.

Sorry, i-is this the Alvin
and the Chipmunks version?

- I'm not, uh, familiar with...
- [singing continues]

I don't... good ear.
Actually, one second, Ellis.

- Right back.
- Girls, they wanna have.

Fu-un -Hey.

Oh, girls.

They wanna have fun -Hey.

- [music stops]
- What the fuck is going on

- out here?
- [Dawn] We are celebrating.

The Chipmunks just
went platinum.

I got one of the most
important jazz drummers

in the... wow.

Ha. Stunning.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Look, this guy
sitting in my office

has offers from every jazz
label in the fucking city,

and you guys are
out here wilding out

on some literal cartoon shit.

I'm sorry, but Dawn hooked
us up with some stacks, so...

- Jesus Christ.
- [Dawn giggling]

And how many goddamn times
you gonna remodel the office?

I needed a new fish tank.

- You needed what?
- A fish tank!

[Mo] Uh

how'd I miss the sharks?

It's cool, right?
That one has stripes.

Hey, uh, could you put
a little more fabric

in the, you know, everywhere?

She's-she's supposed to
look rich, not expensive.

And you know what,
fuck you, Yass.

You're supposed to be on my team

and in that goddamn meeting.

You don't like my Grammy outfit?

No, no, no, it's not that,
babe, I love it. Really.

It's-it's-it's gorgeous.

I just wish it left a little
bit more to the imagination.

- Where?
- [Dawn] Yassir.

[Yassir] One second,
queen. [ahem]

- There you go.
- Ah, thank you.

[inhales] You know, Mo,

it's called the Grammys,
not the Grandmas.

- [Mo] Mm.
- And the audience

has no imagination, okay?

She's got one shot to make
a first impression on 'em,

and it's gonna be, "God damn!"

[both laughing]

Can you take this up...

Yassir, you think we
need to see more ass?

You definitely wanna
peek a cheek, you know?

Isn't this exciting, Mo?

Dawn got us invited
to Clive Davis' party.

Mm, well, as you know,
I think awards for art

- are wack as shit.
- [Dawn] Oh.

You should win a Grandma
for that sentence.

[Yassir] Come on.

[Mo] Look at the Emmys alone.

They get Lead Actor in a
Comedy wrong every year.

- [Dawn] Mm.
- You're telling me

that dude from Empty Nest

is funnier than Kadeem Hardison?

Psshh! Gimme a break.

And what about Gimme a Break!?

[Mo] And what about
Gimme a Break!?

- [Dawn, sighing] Ohh...
- Don't help me.

Listen. Your business
is your business,

but right now, your business
is fucking with my business.

Keep that trash down.

Whoa, wait a minute, excuse you?

That trash, along with the
other artists that I sign,

is keeping you in business

with guys like little
drummer boy in there...

- [Mo] Okay...
- Who, in success,

would probably be a net loss.

- [Mo] Shh!
- And definitely a net

- [yelling] who the fuck cares?
- [Mo] Hey, hey, hey, hey,

calling Alvin and
the Chipmunks artists

is like me calling
you to find out

where I could find some artists.

[Yassir] What?

I'm saying she doesn't know
where artists would be,

so why would I call her
to ask where artists are?

We got it. It's just, why do it?

[Dawn] I don't know shit. Hmm.

Well, that's surprising,
'cause it looks like

I'm the bitch who
came up with the idea

to sign those fucking
rats with blowouts

to record a full album

that just sold one
million copies.

- [Yassir] Ho, ho!
- [overlapping cackling]

Look, if you want me
to drop the 'Munks

and all the other acts
that line your pockets,

just say the word.

But you might have to
sell my dreamhou...

Oh, sorry...

- Your dream house.
- [Yassir] Aah!

- [both laughing]
- Don't do that to him.

You're the boss.

[Mo sighs]

- [softly] What the fuck?
- [Dawn] But you know what?

Either hit this or
hit the road, jack.

Oh, shit! Light bulb!

Get the California Raisins to
record "Hit the Road, Jack."

Yassir, call and find out

who manages those
racist little fruits.

Who manages the
actual raisins...

- Mm...
- Or the voices of the raisins?

[shrill singing continues]
Girls just wanna have fun.

Girls, they wanna.

Wanna have fun.

Fun! Are the Coreys coming over

or are you just trying to
drop a quick ten again?

Neither. One of the heads of
the NASDAQ, Doug Blackmore,

is coming to "review"
our "financials"

and give us our final
sign-off on the IPO.

So everything has to be perfect,

which means you do
not have to go home,

- but you can't stay here.
- So, I do have to not go home?

Why don't you go get a
little breath of fresh, okay?

You have been moping around
this house for weeks.

Don't you need Keith for this?

I mean, you don't exactly
know how Pfaffashions runs

from a financial standpoint...
or any standpoint.

That's part of my charm.

But this guy doesn't
care about the 'nancials.

He's a booze hound
and a whore hound.

All I have to do is provide
a venue safe from his wife

where he can get sky
high and blown dry,

and then the IPO is good to go.

So wait, you're just gonna
watch him while he...

Blair, no. That's disgusting.

I'm gonna go to Giancarlo's and
watch while he does that to me.

- Lucky.
- I'm just gonna let Doug in

and then scamper off.

This is one of those classic
rubber stamp situations

where nothing could possibly
go wrong no matter what.

- [beeping]
- Fuck. Speak of the devil.

Giancarlo's downstairs,
and Doug's not here yet.

What do I do?

I can let him in.
I can let him in.

Yes, please!

Tiff, this is the perfect
chance to turn myself around.

Please, it would make me feel
so much better if I could

help a friend bribe one
of the heads of the NASDAQ

with a drug-fueled
fuck [whining] fest.

I won't let you down.

Fine. You can let Doug in,

but don't forget to act straight

and then get the
fuck out immediately.

Love you. Bye.

God, I gotta bring
something for the road.

- [groans]
- Ooh, did you just

- just dry swallow all those?
- [coughs, gags]

[jazz music plays
over sound system]

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, fine.

Never better.

- Why?
- Is that why you're playing,

like... five records
at the same time?

It's one record.

Avant-garde free jazz,

- which you would know, if...
- Talk to me, Mo.

I feel like shit hasn't
been right with us since...

Since you decided that
you didn't want the public

to know about our relationship?

Yeah.

- I'm fine.
- [music resumes]

Hey, you said you were
okay with the McDLT thing

and Dawn taking over my career.

And she's doing a
great job, right?

That's all because of you, baby.

- [Mo] Yeah.
- Mm.

It's just... I miss you.

Me too.

Are you sure you don't want to
come to the Grammys with us?

- [Mo moans]
- Hmm?

- [Mo] Mm...
- Come on!

[sighs] It'll be a fun weekend.

And, I mean, you
could use a vacation,

since your friend exploded.

- He did explode.
- Yeah.

And would it kill you to
play the game a little?

Quincy Jones didn't
become Quincy Jones

by just... sittin' at home.

No, he became Quincy Jones

by doing things like
rejecting Marilyn Monroe

because she had, quote,
"tits like pears."

God damn it, that's
a cool motherfucker!

But aren't you, you know,

kind of ashamed to be
seen with me or whatever?

Oh, fuck all that.

Look, if I can't share it
with you, I don't want it.

Ta-da?

- Oh ho ho!
- Mm-hmm. [Giggles]

- Magic.
- Yeah.

- [Mo] Yeah.
- Mmm

[jazz resumes] There ya go.

- [Nomi] Oh my God.
- Just, uh...

- It's just so much going on.
- [Mo] Just... shh.

[knocking, doorbell ringing]

Yo yo, bro bro. "Do
you take drugs, Danny?"

"Every day."
Caddyshack, am I right?

- [Doug, panting] Wait...
- Ha ha... we have got a spread

that would make
Chevy Chase jizz.

- [Doug] No...
- Pros are on their way.

SEC papers are on the table.

Do you want to
just bang those out

before you start banging
out those hos, or...

Get this shit outta
here. Are you insane?

I quit all this after
I ended up tip-to-tip

with my brother-in-law
at a masked sex fiesta

and he recognized my
signature Dalmatian dick

[lowers voice] and told my wife!

- So, it's spotted?
- Yeah, it's spotted.

Spotted all over
town getting sucked.

Ha! No, but is it
actually spotted?

Or did you just
say Dalmatian dick

to get to "it gets
sucked all the time."

- Both.
- Ha.

If she sees that,
she will leave me,

and you can kiss
your IPO goodbye.

I guess this is when I say
thank God she's not here.

- [Maxine] I'm here.
- [Blair] Ohh!

How were the stairs?

I am so proud of you for taking
seriously Dr. Cohen's orders

- to exercise more.
- Ohh...

- Not in these heels.
- [Blair] Ha ha.

Mrs. Blackmore, what
a delightful surprise.

I've heard so much
great stuff about you.

Congressman Pfaff.

I wish I could say
the same about you.

Yuh-huh.

- [Maxine sighs]
- [Blair] Sir, would you mind

taking your wife's coat

and just tucking it
into the coat closet

- just right there to the left?
- Okay.

- There ya go.
- [Blair laughs hoarsely]

[Maxine] And what's for dinner?

- I'm starving.
- Oh, good!

Because we've got
food... comin'.

While you're in
there, you should

check out that track lighting.

And I-I put in a dimmer!

[Keith] Mike, I can't
thank you enough

for giving me this...
second chance.

- As friends.
- I-as friends.

I know. I'm just
having so much fun,

and I want you to see me
just be okay with being me.

I don't need to hide
anymore from anyone.

Well, not that anyone
could ever recognize you

- with that beat on.
- [laughs]

And I just want you to know.

I will never lie to you again.

Thank you. That really
means a lot, coming from you

- [phone rings] I'm
sorry. I'm so sorry.

- It's probably my kids, uh...
- Yeah.

Hey, guys, uh, I'm
with Mike, my friend.

Everything okay?

Ditch the dud and get your
ass over here right now.

Ha ha. Okay, well, uh,
I'll-I'll talk to you later.

- Okay...
- Blackmore brought his wife,

who actually controls the IPO,

and she wants to see a
full financial report.

And Tiff's not answering.

Not that she could
help with that either.

And we don't have food.

Not that she could help
with that either, either.

Oh, fu... udge...

Fudge everywhere. Oh my God, uh

well, you know what,

Daddy can't help you with
this mess, uh, Becky.

You gotta clean it
up yourself, okay?

Oh, okay. Okay.

Well, I'll just call Larry
and have him come over.

No. No. No, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

Yeah, I'll tell him that
you're too busy with your himbo

to, uh, to save his IPO.
I'm sure he won't care.

No. Okay, look, Daddy
will figure something out.

Yeah, that's what I
thought. And bring food,

because all we have
to eat are drugs.

Thanks, Daddy.

[whispers] Shit. Um...

I'm so sorry. Uh,
my kids need me.

I have to help them.
They made a big mess.

And, um, you know what,
why don't I run over there,

- check in on them.
- Sure, I can come with.

- No. I mean yes.
- Yeah.

Yes, I would love that,
but we're in the middle

of a-of a-of a non-date
night night night.

I don't know. Look, um,
can you pull over, please?

I'll just jump out
right here, and...

- You kiddi... we're on the FDR!
- You meet me at the club.

You get in that line, okay,
and then when I get there,

it'll be time to go
in. It'll be perfect.

- Keith, I...
- I won't be gone long.

- Okay.
- Thank you. Yes, this is great.

- Okay, uh...
- All right.

- Good luck.
- All right, thanks.

- Bye.
- See you soon.

Dynamic funk music.

Dramatic musical sting.

[Arnie] Well, well,
well. Dawn Darcy.

It's me.

Uh...

Arnie Markowitz? We
spoke on the phone?

Wait a minute, you're
Arnie Markowitz?

Get the fuck outta here!

[Mo] Yeah, get the
fuck outta here!

We're trying to
work the rug, bro.

I would if I could. Ugh.
I hate these things.

Yeah.

But I have to support
the 15 artists.

I have up for 34 Grammys.

[wheezy laugh/inhale] I
wouldn't have blown you off

if I had known that
you were so, um,

well, tall...
[giggles] and handsome,

and, you know, chiseled.

And not as Jewy as
your name implies.

I guess, well, what
I'm trying to say

is just you are very, uh

fit.

- Thank you.
- [Dawn] Yeah.

Well, I'm eager to
continue our conversation

about you starting your own
independent label with me.

Wait a minute.
What-what, hold on, w...

- A conversation about what?
- No, no, no.

- No, hold it.
- Mo, I can explain.

Are you-are you actually

trying to poach her right
from under my very nose?

Right in front of my very eyes?

- I sure am.
- Motherfucker,

I will climb up the
front of your tall ass

and beat you down
the other side.

There's no fucking
way I'm letting Dawn

out of her contract.
I own her ass, okay?

So get that shit
outta your head.

You know what, Arnie,
I think I would love

to discuss any opportunities
that could arouse.

- [Arnie laughs]
- [Yassir] Dawn,

I think in context what you were

trying to say is "arise."

Shut the fuck up, Yassir!

- [camera lenses snapping]
- Hi! [Giggles]

Who wants appetizers?

I'm taking a head count,

because they're almost ready.

I, uh, I need to
use your bathroom.

Okay. It's, uh, down
the hall on the right.

Just hurry up.

Are you sure you're
not scrambling for food

because you had just planned
on drugging up my husband

'cause ya heard
he's a party animal?

No. That's not a pill.

That is a mint.

- Oh.
- Yep.

Well, don't mind if I do.

'Cause, you know,
a U.S. Congressman

bribing a head of
the NASDAQ with drugs

for his wife's IPO
is quite the scandal.

Yeah, it would... you
know what, give it here.

My breath... I feel bad,

'cause I have just
full dragon breath.

So that's on me.

I, uh, am gonna
go check the oven,

'cause whatever's in
there's almost ready.

[Maxine] Okay.

Lightly tense music.

- Blackmore.
- [deep sniff]

Wha-oh.

Dougy's been a
really... bad boy.

You're doing coke off
a cough syrup bottle.

Kind of a hat on a hat.

[Alvin and the Chipmunks
singing in background]

Ooh! All right. Ha.

I don't mind if I do. Ha ha.

- [sniffs] Ooh.
- Do... I

I think we shouldn't
have left them.

I should just go find them.

Okay, no. No.

Come on. I told you.

Mo probably just found some
old guy to jazz all over.

- [Arnie laughs]
- All right? Just, uh...

chill, and, uh, let's
get back to Arnie here.

- Mm.
- Um, so what were you saying?

Something about how
talented and gorgeous I am?

- Mm, exactly.
- Ah!

You have the tools to
be a superstar out here,

which is why I wanna
give you total control

of your own label, huh?

Sign anybody you want.

Starting with Nomi, of course.

With my backing, we
can take you from

anonymous to mononymous.

Madonna. Whitney.

Nomi.

- Dawn.
- [laughter]

- Dawn.
- [laughter continues]

What do you think about that?

I think, well...

I-I gotta go find Mo.

[murmurs] So, I...

Excuse me.

- Tickets.
- Oh.

My-my-my ticket is with
my girl, Nomi Maldona.

You may have seen
her on the carpet.

She's kind of a big deal.

So I'm just gonna go
in there and grab it.

No chance. Last time
I fell for that one,

guy drop-kicked Randy Newman.

Who gives a shit?
I'm gonna get the...

- Hey, man!
- Whoa! Hey!

[whispers] I got this.

[shouts] Get! Get out of here!

Scram, now! Hey, what's up?

I'm actor Eriq La Salle,
but I also do music.

I'm gonna head in
and... [blow lands] ah!

[coughing]

Good job, Eriq.

Lightly suspenseful music.

So, do you think that Keith
and Tiff are close, or...

[muttering under breath]

[elevator bell dings]

What?

[softly] Oh, fuck!

How would you like to
make a thousand bucks?

Sweetie, you're looking
a little clammy.

Are you feeling all right?

Nope. Nope. Nope.

I am not, actually.
As a matter of fact,

I think I need to
go call Dr. Cohn

on the phone in the bedroom.

No! I will get the
portable phone.

Sorry I'm late, everybody.

Keith Shankar,
Pfaffashions' banker.

You can call me
Shankar the Banker.

[Blair] Ha ha ha.

Where the fuck is
the food, Rolando?

[whispers] Shit. [Ahem]

I ordered from the
place downstairs.

- It'll be ready soon.
- Chicken Taco Masala?

Yeah, it's Indian, it's
Mexican, it's two great tastes.

That taste like shit together.

Uh, let's get this
presentation started.

You know, our pretext...
should I wait for your husband?

Where the fuck

[coughs]
- [Blair] I'll take care of him.

Just get the food.

Yeah, I just gotta
powder my nose.

What?

[Keith] Hey. Hey, Rolando.

Hold up, buddy.

Hey, take off my clothes.

[elevator bell dings]

[dance music]

As I was saying, darling,

all you have to do is come
over to Varnish Records,

discuss a couple of things...

Look, I don't want
to lead you on.

Unless maybe it's onto a bed.

With a leash.

- [laughs]
- Oh, Jesus.

- [chuckles]
- What I'm saying is

maybe we can give each
other the business?

[giggles] But we can't
get into business.

Why? You don't want to become

the first female president
of a major record label?

Fly around the world
on private jets?

Party like and
with record stars?

Even if I could get there,

I-I mean, I'd
never get Mo there.

Yeah, I'm under contract,
and you heard him.

He will never let me out.

This is the music business.
Contracts are meaningless.

Our word is worth
literally nothing.

[both laughing]

Look, I have a friend who
just got this new white rapper

out of a deal by hanging
him over a balcony.

Allegedly.

- Well, that's terrifying.
- No.

- They didn't kill them.
- No, I meant a white rapper.

[both] Yeah. [Laughing]

Look, the truth is I
can't do that to Mo.

You know, I mean, he
can be a huge, selfish,

predictable yet unpredictable,

maniacal suck-a-dick prick...

[Arnie laughs]

But, you know, he's my friend.

- I mean, we used to fuck.
- Oh.

I mean, we might fuck again.

And we probably will fuck again.

But he's hurt me. Deeply.

I can't forgive him, but I do.

But he's done some
horrendous things to me,

and I hate him...
but he is my friend.

You understand what I'm saying.

No, I don't.

[beeping]

Dude, what are you
doing? Come on, let's go.

L.A. has like a billion parties.

And besides, you said
you don't care about

all this Grammy shit.

I don't care about all
this Grammy shit, okay?

I care about my relationship
with Nomi and Dawn,

and this guy's gonna
fuck 'em both up.

He's got the juice
to take their careers

to the next level.
How can they resist?

Should they?

- Uh, look, man, you know...
- Fuck it.

- Just come on.
- Mo, come on.

You know what I'm saying.

I just don't think Dawn would
fuck you over like that.

[laughing] Are you kidding
me? Our entire relationship

is built on us slowly building
up one another's trust

and then fucking the
other person over.

Now let's get in
this fucking party.

I'm gonna hop the fence.

- [Mo] Oh!
- Allow me.

- [beep]
- [chuckling] Good man.

Yes, of course.

[singsong] Bingo.

I don't think this is...

Mo! Hey! Mo!

- Mo!
- The fuck are you doing?

Upbeat percussive music.

Trust me, darling. Just say yes,

and I'll take care
of your contract.

[performers singing]

What is there to
think about? Hmm?

Mo?

[laughs] Like I said,
he'll understand.

- It's just business.
- No. Mo.

- And Yassir!
- [Yassir] There's nowhere

- to hide.
- [Mo] We got no choice!

I don't know why

I'm comin' back.

When you treat me like you do

[security guard] Hey, you two!

Oh! Hey, hey! What's up, guys?

Oh! I'm with the
band. Obviously.

Why else would I be
dressed like these idiots?

No offense. Hey,
what's up, everybody?

Let's give a big hand
for security here.

- [all] Boo!
- [Mo] Yeah...

- Get off the stage!
- [Mo] You get off the stage.

- Assh... Don't boo me.
- [booing continues]

Boo yourselves, okay?

You should boo yourselves,
because you're out here

bopping around to
this fake music

with the fake drums
and fake keyboards.

Y'all are out there
with your-your fake hair

and fake tits, which
I actually don't mind.

Okay, let me ask you something.

When did they take music
out of the music business?

- [all cheering]
- I don't care. I was done!

- [commotion, laughter]
- Dawn.

It's simple.

Do you want to work for
yourself or... a joke?

[pop music resumes
in background]

Shake it off, Doug.
Fucking shake it off.

Hi!

Who are these women?

- We are prostitute.
- Hello.

They mean models.
They're just joking.

I-in a way, we're all
prostitutes, am I right?

- Yes. We're prostitute.
- Hello.

They're here to model
some Pfaffashions for you

as a part of the presentation.

Oh! Apologies.

It's just that you're
dressed like whores.

Uh, ha, ladies, your
looks are in the bedroom,

so why don't you get in
there and get changed,

and don't come out
until I introduce you.

So, skedaddle, okay?

- Thanks.
- [Keith clears throat]

Dinner's ready. I think. I feel.

So I'm gonna go plate it.

While I talk you two
through the broad strokes.

You know, our first quarter
was our biggest challenge.

But it also was our
biggest triumph.

We got a little bit
more conservative

- with our SKUs, and, uh...
- Doug.

You-you look pale.

My arrythmia... is h-happening.

[gasps]

Is there somewhere
he can lie down?

That is such a
wonderful idea, boss.

You know, I... you
know, I'd really love

to just super quickly
go over the numbers.

Oh, Mr. Shankar, I have
studied the numbers,

and they are terrific.

- Oh!
- I just wanted to put a face

- to the profits.
- Okay.

And though it's
been an odd night,

you seem fine enough
folks to list with us.

- Oh...
- So,

if we could just
have Doug lie down,

and then we can start signing.

Uh, okay. Great.

I will, um, take him
to the guest room,

and then I'll be back to sign.

[grunts]

[quietly] Jackpot.
She's gonna sign.

Oh. Well, let's sign.

Ooh! Let's eat first.

So, what do we have?

Um, you know, a lot of these
recipes were passed down

from the generations
and don't have names.

Well then, why don't you
just tell me what's in them?

Great idea.

This is, uh, a
burrito-type thing,

and it's smothered in a
greekfenu-yogurt sauce.

It was my meemaw's specialty.

And this one is a real
goddamn head-scratcher.

It smells like curry, but
it's made of carnitas,

and it's served with a chip.

And what is a meemaw?

[crowd cheering, dance music]

Hey, hey! Where were we?

Well, I was here.
And where were you?

I was in the bathroom
for like five minutes.

What's the big deal?
You haven't even moved.

No, actually, I've
been to the bar twice.

And then I went out
for a cigarette break.

- Uh-huh.
- And then I fucked a rando

- in coat check.
- Okay.

Yeah. And then we came
back and we danced.

- Okay.
- And then we went over

- to Devin's...
- Uh-huh.

- And we smoked some crack.
- All right.

- And now we're back here.
- All right, great.

Keith, I don't know what
kind of crazy, fucked-up shit

you're up to, but I'm gonna
go to the bathroom for real,

and then I'm gonna come back

and you're gonna
tell me the truth,

or I will never talk
to you ever again.

Deal. That sounds
like a great plan.

- Great plan.
- I will stay right here.

[Mike] Good.

Hey, man, you got a light?

Uh, yeah.

You goin' to the Grammys?

[scoffs/laughs]
No. Fuck that shit.

Right? That shit's
corny as hell.

I mean, giving out
awards for art? Psshh!

Thank you.

I'm Rasheed.

Oh, Maurice Monroe.

Nice to meet you.

Wait, like, Kokomo Monroe?

Yeah, right.

- [laughs] W...
- You've heard of me?

Yo, yo, yo, yo!
We rock with you.

Me and my boys are
huge jazz fans.

That version you did of.

"What Are You Doing For
the Rest of Your Life"...

Wait a minute, get
the fuck outta here.

Y-you listen to my shit?

We don't just listen to it.

- Yo, peep this.
- [click]

- [jazz playing]
- [Mo exhales]

- Get the fuck outta here!
- I said we rock with you.

- Hey, who's on top?
- That's me and my boys.

Workin' nine to five...

- That's dope.
- Like okay, I'm coolin'

- With my posse...
- Okay yeah, that's really dope.

Sign us.

- [laughs]
- Okay, I'm sorry.

- It's just you here, you know.
- No, no, no.

I appreciate the enthusiasm.

But you don't
wanna sign with me.

I mean, I got this tiny label.

I'm about to lose
my biggest earner,

and I don't have the money
to really put you guys on

in a real way, you
know what I mean?

Tell you what, give it to me.

I'll pass it on to some
guys at some big labels,

and they're gonna know
what to do with it.

T-they'll really
take care of you.

Nah, man. Fuck that.

I got in the game to make
dope music with dope people.

Yeah, me too.

Baby.

I've been lookin'
for you all day.

- [Mo sighs]
- Where have you been?

Someone has my
ticket in her purse.

Oh!

- [Dawn] Oh.
- [Mo] Hey.

So, how'd it go
with Arnie in there?

Well, he offered me the world.
Nomi too, if she comes with.

- Of course.
- Even said he could

get us out of our
Kokomo Co contracts.

Really? Well, what
did you tell him?

No. Well, I'm gonna tell him no.

[Yassir] Right
after you tap that,

'cause that muhfucker is...

- Fine as fuck.
- Yeah!

[Mo] But wait a
minute, wait a minute.

Why you gonna tell him no?

Uh, well, 'cause
you're my friend.

Remember?

I am your friend.

Which is why you gotta take
it. Take Nomi with you.

- What?
- What?

Yes. Listen.

I love you two more than
anybody in the world.

Thanks, boss, but
what about Dawn?

I was talking about
Dawn and Nomi.

I love you too, Yassir.

Yes-ah!

I just want what's
best for you, okay?

And I know that I've just
been holding you guys back,

but it's 'cause I'm
scared of losing you.

That's-that's-that's my
shit, you know what I mean?

But that shit's not me.

And there's some other shit
I was reminded of today,

some deep shit.

Shit's crazy, you
know what I mean?

Sorta... but there's
a lotta shits...

- I said shit a buncha times.
- [Dawn] And I got confused...

Smurf, you know, it's like
you use it for everything.

Yeah, maybe I should
just be specific.

What I'm saying is... I want
what's best for you guys.

That's why, when we
get back to New York,

I'm gonna tear up
your contracts.

- I can't let you do that, Mo.
- And give me a raise.

Babe, I'll be fine.
We'll-we'll be fine.

It's for the best. Trust me.

Okay.

- Let's go celebrate.
- [Dawn] Yes!

- [Yassir] Yeah, let's do it.
- Sheed, you and the boys

wanna get fucked up
on some good shit?

- [Nomi] Ooh!
- Yeah. All right.

The fuck is "Sheed"?

I dunno, but I'll fuck
him too... he's cute.

Talking about I'm
not his friend.

[Dawn] You are his
friend. He loves you.

[gagging]

- I am stuffed.
- Me too! [Exhales]

Why don't we just start
signing and get outta here?

- That's a wonderful...
- Okay, let's start signing.

I just want to say thank
you so much for believing

- in Pfaffashions, and I just...
- [mouthing] What the fuck?

What?

Shit! Uh...

- [Tiff] Hey, hey, hey!
- I can explain. This is a...

The reinforcements have arrived!

Where's old Doug Crackwhore?
Did he get enough suck and fuck

and smoke and coke and smack
and racks to sign the...

And you must be
Mrs. Drug Crack...

- [Tiff] Mrs...
- [Keith] Black...

Doug Blackmore.

[Mike] Keith.

Mike. Uh, I can explain.

[people moaning loudly,
rhythmic thumping]

[Keith] Uh... uh, uh...

I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.

- [loud moaning continues]
- Oh my God.

[Doug] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

Doug. Stop!

Nothing's gonna stop me now.

- Douglas!
- [gasps]

- Not again!
- Maxine.

I'm really sorry.

They made me do it.

They're the ones. They
gave me the drugs,

and they-they called
these talented hookers.

[Tiff] Blair, how dare you?

[Mike] Oh, I shoulda known
you didn't change, Keith.

And to think I was gonna ask you

to take things to the
next level tonight.

[Keith] No, no, no,
Mike, I was gonna ask you

to take things to
the next level.

You

[thud]
- [Keith] Mike! Mike!

- Oh, God!
- Fuck!

Mrs. Blackmore?

My carpet. Doug, will
you still be signing?

- Honey butter...
- [Blair] Oh, God!

- Maxine has passed!
- [Doug] Honey butter!

God damn it, Maxine.

I can't with all of
these dead bodies!

- [sobbing]
- Honey butter, wake up!

It is spotted.

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