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- Here is the fantasy

where little girls can be anything they want to be.

♪ Wanna see you wanna be with you ♪

♪ But I won't be shy no more

♪ Something's standing

- Now, here is the reality.

They can be,

but not you.

♪ Tell me will you be there for me ♪

♪ When I really need ya

- Peep this shit.

It's me they want.

My vision,

my creativity.

They begged for me to give their boring ass lives

my savage vibes.

I'm talking 10's across the board, honey.

Now here is the reality.

Everybody's hustling.

You've gotta work your ass off to make it

and you ain't special 'cause you got dreams,

but it definitely ain't easy, when you're smart,

fierce, black,

vicious.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Real bitch right here

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ I don't really even give a fuck ♪

♪ It ain't going down it's going up ♪

♪ Gotta keep that handy in my cup ♪

♪ Try me if you wanna press your luck ♪

♪ Bitch is up and it stop and it stop ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Real bitch right here

♪ Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ I don't really even give a fuck ♪

[lightning crashing]

- If seven is a number of completion.

Haus of Vicious completely kicked "Fashion Week"

as last night, marking our seventh year in the game,

on our highest task. ♪ You act like a warning

- And here they are. [chuckles]

♪ They say I couldn't [car door shuts]

- And we're still just getting started bitches.

- Tiffany has promised you can start us off for today.

- Yeah, hi, Chantel.

Tiffany with Digital Dopeness.

After a fabulous show,

tell us how you're feeling about last night?

After all, it was the hottest show of "Fashion Week".

Celebrities were posting, tweeting.

They are dying for this line.

What was your inspiration?

- Well, my husband.

[Tiffany giggling]

We just celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary

and we wanted to do something

that celebrated love, passion.

So Haus of Vicious created the Couples Collection,

designed to make couples feel good, hot, sexy.

- Ah so it was love that inspired you.

- Exactly Tiffany.

- So tell us, has anything changed between you two?

- Changed?

Perhaps you should elaborate.

- Start off by elaborating who you are

and what's your outlet?

- I'm sorry, I'm Anthony Kyles with Go Hard Magazine.

Kane, can you tell us why you spotted leaving,

what we are hearing is your alleged lovers hideaway?

- What the fuck did you say?

- Yeah what?

Have you lost your whole fucking mind?

You're not about to stand up here

and disrespect my mother fucking man.

- Chantel, that's okay, let's go.

[reporters clamoring]

- Yeah, you right.

That is all.

Shit, talking about has something changed?

I'm gonna fuck you up.

Do you understand me?

Talking about has something changed?

You don't fucking know me.

- You really don't know me.

You really don't know me.

- You don't fucking know me. - Every word you say-

- Wait don't leave. We have more!

- our stock drops.

You can either prove your point

or save your coin.

- Wow! - Crazy.

[singer vocalizing]

[cork pops] [women cheering]

[partygoers whooping]

- All right now.

- You like that don't you?

- Yes.

- Okay, gang "Fashion Week".

We did that.

We did that.

Yes sir.

Yes sir.

There she is.

- Raven Mitchel

aka the motherfucking baddest,

wigologist in the land.

Everybody give it up.

- I'd like to thank the wig academy.

- God, Chantel needs to fire all y'all.

You are so bad for the brand.

- The millions we help this brand makes says otherwise.

- A-motherfucking-men to that!

Hey, last night was lit.

Can I get a toast?

Can I get a toast to bomb ass show?

Okay.

Cheers every, cheers babe.

- Okay. But wait- - Salud!

- But did you see all the celebrities in the audience?

I know I saw Billy Porter- - Ooh!

- Gail King, Issa Rea. It was over-shenover, honey.

- Iz, Iz, you still supposed to do

Issa makeup for that photo shoot.

- Will you shut the fuck up and stop telling my business?

- Damn! - Ooh.

- All right, bitches.

It's almost 11. Let's keep it cute.

In the conference room. Shall we?

- Bless, now we had a huge week and a big win last night,

but now we make it do what it do today.

Like Michelle told rock and oh eight.

You might have became president last night,

but you're still taking your kids to school in the morning.

[energetic music rings]

Superb.

Wonderful job.

Now that you've all gotten your applause.

I need you to do something for me.

Get the fuck out.

Oh! - What?

Don't ask me shit, leave.

- Oops. - Y'all heard her,

gone, git. Bye-bye. - That includes you.

- Well, no shit.

You don't have to tell me twice.

Lord knows I've been dragged by better.

Besides it's the last day of "Fashion Week".

And there's still a few parties

I'm trying to get to tonight.

So let me get going.

- On that note, I am out.

- You need a ride?

[dramatic music]

- I understand you're upset,

but whatever you do do not lose a lash,

crack a nail or break a heel.

How you walked in here is exactly how you must walk out.

- Hell you looking at me for?

Oh, I'm Ike Turner now?

[singer rapping in background]

- Know what you are?

- Where were you?

- Babe? You way smarter than that.

Oh my God.

Don't tell me you believe

that shit that reporter was saying?

- You had one fucking job, Kane.

- Okay. And what was that?

- To be my husband.

- Oh, well being your husband is

a little bit more than one job.

Yeah, yeah, no.

First I gotta be your bodyguard then I gotta be

your fucking therapist and no, don't let you be stressed.

No, not the Prima Donna.

Cause then I gotta rub your shoulders and wipe your tears.

Alright, so don't come at me with that tough shit.

All right? I'm not one of them fucking reporters.

Oh, and you know what?

Ever since you became queen sewing machine,

you wanna ration out the pussy,

like you expect me to beg for it,

but do I complain?

No, no, no. I show up each and every time.

And do you wanna know why?

Hmm?

- It's because I love you, Chantel

and I'm not going anywhere.

I'm always going to be here. And I think you know that.

- I love you too Kane,

which is exactly why I'm trying to figure out why

after 20 God years of rocking with your black ass

through thick and mostly thin, all of a sudden

you decide to ask me for an open marriage.

You didn't give a raggedy fuck

how that was gonna make me feel.

Undesirable. Less than a wife.

- Well, you shouldn't have agreed.

- I was trying to make you happy.

- I am happy. Now?

- We had rules Kane. You agreed to the rules.

- I don't need you to remind me of no fucking rules.

- Rule Number 1: Don't lie to me.

- I have never lied to you. - You just did.

- All right. Enough.

- Rule Number 2: No traces.

- Traces? - Yeah.

No traces of any bitch shall ever greet me.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- Rule number three, no gaslighting.

You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about.

Let's not try to act like that reporter

didn't just call your bitch ass out.

- Oh, you need to fall fuck back.

- You were supposed to meet me here and you never showed up.

Then suddenly you appear on stage just in time

for the show to end.

- Celebrate black love.

- Smelling like another bitch?

- Are you serious?

- As serious as all the photos on the goddamned blog.

Rule, Number 4: Don't be sloppy.

[door shuts]

♪ Dangerous

♪ It's so dangerous to be with you ♪

♪ The way you love me like you do ♪

♪ Got all these females after you ♪

♪ The way I love you like I do

♪ Got all these dudes try'na be you ♪

- Well ola, Papi!

Are you looking for me? [titters]

Are you looking for this?

- We gotta make a move. - Oh yeah.

- Yeah.

- What kinda move baby?

From the bedroom to the balcony?

This a new game? - No, it's not a game.

I need you to pack your shit. I'm breaking the lease.

- All right. Oh, wait, slow down.

What's going on?

- Chantel. - Chantel what?

- Chantel knows about us.

- So what? you said you had an open marriage.

I thought an open marriage means that-

- Yeah, it means I have a wife, right,

but she's not on board with this shit.

Yes. She agreed, she just, but, this rule.

- What rules?

- And now some fucked up blogger has seen me,

taking my pictures and shit.

I just, I can't be-

- I can't what?

- I can't be seen with you.

[footsteps sounding]

- I don't, I, I don't really know what to say to you...

- I don't need you to say anything.

I need you to pack your shit.

All right. You gotta get the fuck outta here.

This place is hot.

- Where, where are we going?

You can't just come in here and say,

we're moving and not give me an explanation.

Like, how am I gonna live the bills, the money.

- The bills, the money.

Don't I always take care of you?

Haven't I always taken care of you?

- Yeah, but- - Yeah, but what?

Oh, you don't trust me.

- I...

- Since the day I met you, I done paid all your bills.

I done paid down your debt and I stacked your accounts.

I've always taken care of you.

Now you gonna look me in my face and you gonna hesitate

when I'm asking you, "Do you trust me?"

The fuck is that about?

- Look, Kane. I trust you.

You know I do. I'm I'm I'm just, I'm just scared.

Okay? What my whole life is in your hands

and yes, you helped me.

Thank you.

But I was taking care of myself before I met you

and, and gave it to this, whatever the fuck we have.

- Okay. Just.

- No, you promised me security, Kane.

If I wanted to gamble with my life,

I would've kept my ass at the tables.

- Oh man.

Baby. Look, I know you're scared.

Look, I know we planned on being here for a while.

- I love this place.

- I know you do. I know you do.

And I love it too. All right.

But you gotta listen to me.

If we stay here any longer,

it's just a matter of time before some fucked up reporter

who's gonna come banging on that door

and you know what's gonna happen?

That's gonna scare the outta you.

Trust me.

You know, what's gonna happen after that?

Imma have to fuck him up.

And then, you know, what's gonna happen after I fuck him up?

That shit going be everywhere.

I'm talking about your picture, my picture,

my wife, my company, all of us, fucked.

All right, so baby, I need you to follow my lead on this,

right?

Cause I don't want to be-

- Humiliated.

Dragged, exposed, fucking played with.

- I completely understand.

At the same time, you cannot behave that way in public.

- I hear you Jaylen.

But I come from the school of thought

where you do it at is where you get it at.

I'm sayin' for me, cuz Imma show the fuck up.

- Got it.

However,

we still have to come up with another way of delivering your

no-nonsense message. - Hm mm.

- Chantel, this is bigger than some blog or reporter.

We're talking about your brand.

You saw Quinn's email?

Three A-List celebrities have just confirmed

to wear the Haus of Vicious, this red carpet season.

And she has you designing the opening number costumes

for the Image Awards, not to mention you're-

- A publicly traded company.

- And you have a very good chance of becoming

the first African American female fashion designer

to be traded on NASDAQ.

So you can't be out here acting cray-

- Okay.

Stop all the preaching. I got it.

- Good.

Now Kane.

What did he say?

Did he own up to it?

- Kane owned? [scoffs]

Never.

Not that motherfucker.

I see your wheels spinning, Miss Publicist.

- Hm mm. - So what's the move?

- I say we don't acknowledge it.

It'll blow over. People have a shorter attention span.

So we give it no life.

In the meantime, I have an idea.

Vicious needs a social media guru, an influencer,

someone that can grab a younger clientele

and I have just the person.

- Hey, y'all! PaBow!

It's "Trashy Tea Time," [chuckles]

where we serve no shade.

And we always sprinkle just a little sugar on shit.

Okay?

I'm up in the room on right now.

Cuz I got some tea, baby. Hoo hoo!

Y'all ready for this? [hoots]

So apparently Herschel Walker is trying [chuckles]

to be reincarnated by the damn cookout coach.

Hosted a church rally in Wah-Wah's parking lot and shit.

Now look here:

If my skin folk ain't really my kin folk,

I'm gonna need y'all to know something:

that ain't no such a thing as a doggone

black card renewal program.

No sir, no ma'am Jesus forgives. We don't.

Okay?

Next!

Baby, this week on "Fashion Week".

Woo! Nobody did it better than that doggone

Chantel of Haus of Vicious.

Y'all?

Whoo hoo!

My God, when she stepped in the room, Baby,

we was like, "Boom, bam, boom, bam."

I was like, "OK I see you, Baby."

Let me just tell y'all something.

Ooh.

Mother got put on full blast, y'all I just,

hmm, let me, ooh, Mother got put on blast.

Take notes, y'all.

Lookee here, I ain't wanting to be messy.

Y'all know that. I ain't, I ain't look that messy,

but on this one, I ain't gonna go even look for no broom.

Okay?

Imma just say this.

We saw the pictures bro. Hm mm.

Garbage can even says, " You too bad for that shit.

I'm gonna tell you that right now.

- Here's her resume right there.

- Okay.

She's hosted a few red carpets.

Nice.

She's got, okay.

She's very engaging.

And I see that she keeps her audience-

- Hm mm. - Entertained,

and has a strong reach.

- Trust me.

She's just the millennial plug that Vicious needs.

- All right, let's do it.

So I can hire her ass and tell her to stop talking

about my business. [guffaws] - That part.

- Oh, yes Ms. Lopez is in the building. [laughs]

She's gonna look so fierce in all my shit at Con.

A "Vicious" slay. [Chantel crows]

She gonna love it!

[cheerful music]

C'mon, people, Ms. Lopez is here.

There's money to make!

Oh, Baby, bring us another bottle of champagne,

'cause she can drink a little bit.

And spread these out, okay?

[fast paced music]

I needed someone who could make shit shake.

Jaylen is the best publicist within my budget.

The streets say she'll soon be a real-life Olivia Polk.

I got in on her come-up.

I needed someone I could trust, who would have my back.

A fixer, a confidant who could find a good hitwoman.

You know, if I ever needed one.

So these, bitches think this is a joke?

- Stepped fresh outta "FIT" and directly onto my nerves.

Ooh. Well, one thing about Milan though,

he's definitely fine.

I couldn't figure out if I should give him

a design job or a blow job.

But what I learned was this man has an eye for design

and I could take him places.

Hence, the reason I decided to make him Vicious' style guru.

Is that coffee, sir?

- I know what you're thinking, but I needed this, okay.

Head was pounding.

My eyes was heavy.

I just- - Sound a little hungover?

- Dehydrated.

- Raven, the Gemini.

One day she's brown sugar sweet.

And the next day she's true to her Zodiac.

That evil twin shit is real, but she likes to say complex.

This hair was laid to fucking rest.

I knew the minute she walked in

that I had to have her on my squad.

She can slay a custom wig with her eyes closed,

which is exactly why I stole her from Sweetie.

Or at least that's the story she's telling.

And what twin do we have with us today?

Where's Izzy?

- Word around the wine cooler is the-

- The wine cooler?

- Oh, you didn't know? - Know what?

What, what is he talking about?

- Why you think everybody's so happy on break?

because it's 10:15.

I just work here.

So it ain't none of my business, but what they say,

everything that glitters ain't water,

every river know a sad song.

Meeting start at 11. It's 11:15.

- A few years back. I saw Miss Izzy.

Formally known as Isaac Lance Jr.,

doing the dopest makeup tutorials I'd ever seen.

I knew right then I had to have her.

So I blessed her with a chance.

- Where my niggerz at, where my niggerz at?

- And along with a couple thousand dollars

towards them perky little titties

and a Doctor Curves perfect ass.

I raised this ho from a struggling young man

into the fierceness she is today.

What's wrong with you?

- Cheap liquor, PMS. Pick one.

- All of you are late. - Except me.

I was here on time.

- How we late? It's just the 11 right now?

- All right.

Hear me and hear me well,

if you think that I won't fire your asses,

you got it twisted.

'Cause I will dismiss y'all motherfuckers so fast,

you'll think it's a dream.

Don't fucking play with me.

I don't care that you're celebrating a job well done

or what, there's no days off.

I didn't get to the top by having one little victory

and then throwing all caution to the wind.

I worked my ass off consistently.

- Hm mm? - I showed up

every single fucking day with my A-Game.

And if you can't do the same, then get the fuck out.

- Whew.

Somebody hand me a tombstone and chisel it.

Would you like to be the first to go Isabella?

Hmm mm. [draws breath]

Now some good news.

We've been invited to make a new affordable line.

Apparently poor people think they deserve to be Vicious.

[attendees laughing]

- I was worried!

Speaking of good news, I have an announcement to make.

- The Haus of Vicious has just been awarded

the Fashion Icon Award. [scattered applause rings]

- All right, Bitch, that's what I'm talking about.

Hm mm, hm mm.

Cool! All right now.

- Share it! Share! - Shut up.

- Well done.

I love it. I love it.

- Very nice.

So, we've-

- Whussup? What I miss?

- Guess not much.

- Anyway I had some important business to take care of.

It took a little bit longer than I thought,

but got an announcement to make.

As you all know, we are traded on Wall Street now.

So let's clap it up for Vicious.

[attendees clapping]

- What is this about Kane?

- And because it's this new territory for us,

the whole stock market thing,

I decided to bring somebody on board

to help us out with that.

Everybody welcome Karen Goldstein

from the famous Goldstein Silverman family.

Y'all know them, right?

Tycoons, generational wealth.

Yeah, them.

- This motherfucker brought a Karen named Karen.

In this climate? This nigger's ambitious.

- Becky showing up next week.

- Karen is gonna take us to the next level.

- All right.

My office.

Now.

[suspenseful music]

[Chantel vocalizing]

- Um, where's the restroom?

- Down the street. [colleagues chuckle]

[Milan laughs]

[Chantel exhales]

- What was that?

- I made a money move, for us.

- You don't make money moves without coming to me first.

Now, did you sign something with that bitch?

Cause you know, and I know that you don't read shit.

Attention to detail just doesn't exist in your world.

- It was a standard business contract.

- On what Kane, a napkin?

I can't believe that you hired someone

without my permission.

- Your permission? I own half of this company.

- Half? since when?

Because per the bylaws and the owner's clause,

you own 35% and that's it.

And it's gonna be your little last percent

that you pay that with.

You know? No, fuck that.

She's fired.

I don't know her and I didn't interview her.

- I interviewed her.

- Where? In bed?

Did she put a resume on your dick?

Cause that's all you seem to think with.

- Oh, you want to talk about bitches on my dick, huh?

Yeah, like I thought.

For your information, it was our attorney

who suggested that we bring on somebody with some experience

so they can help us navigate the market, all right.

She's the one who suggested Karen's company

in the first place, and I thought-

- And you should have came to me first.

The attorney works for us.

She don't be offering up no clients to fuck.

- I put in just as much work as you

to build this company.

I got every right.

- Oh, do tell really?

- Who believed in you?

We sure know it wasn't your ass.

Yeah. We both know how you really feel about yourself.

I'm the one who pushed you to follow your dreams.

I'm the one who showed you that you could have

anything that you want.

Me. This motherfucker right here.

Now that I want to go out and make an executive decision

and hire an employee, you gonna lose it on me?

You might be upset about last night,

but you gotta put that to the side because Baby,

this is business.

- And what do you know about running

a legitimate business, Kane?

This ain't one of your high roller poker games

at the mercy of your pathetic ass luck.

- But I- - Trifling.

Your judgment ain't shit.

- Oh well you wasn't saying that

when I was out there hustling up to seed money

to start this shit, hmm?

You don't remember that?

Me out there moving weight, outrunning Feds?

[Chantel scoffs]

- Puh-leez?

Outrunning who?

'Cause every time I looked around,

I was at the bail bondsman cuz you got caught.

The only thing you manage to outrun

is your common damn sense.

And what you not gonna do is run my business.

Like your damn fake ass gangsta career.

- Oh, fake. You wanna go there?

All right. Let's hit it. - Okay. Let's.

- You've turned out to be the phoniest person that I know.

And I mean that. Yeah.

The sad part is, Chantel, You used to be able

to stand on your own.

I love that about you,

but now everything that you scribble your name on,

Well that's really Milan's,

he's just too loyal to your ass to speak on it.

Your whole fucking vibe is lifted.

You're not some kid from the bricks who made it. That's me.

I'm from north. Your are from way out there in the suburbs.

Morrisville.

Some whack ass little town with one family of flies

in the buttermilk and that's yours.

And this whole hood rat routine

that you've clearly stolen from Raven,

That shit is just getting tired.

I don't even know who the fuck you are anymore Chantel.

And you know the sad part is, I don't even think you know.

And that that's pathetic.

I love you Chantel. Just,

I just don't know why you can't that everything that I do,

I do it for you, even bring Karen in here

that was to save you.

- Are you fucking crazy?

I don't ever need you to bring

no white bitch in here to save me.

- Look, I didn't mean it like that.

Look, the thing is Baby, we got white people problems.

All right?

Think about it, who else better to solve them

than white people?

- White people what? What does that even mean?

See, this is, this is where you always fucking shit up.

Okay? You don't make sense.

You don't make rational decisions and that every little

shiny object catches your attention.

You're fucking pathetic and desperate.

And what you need to do is go lay your on somebody's couch

and get your thoughts together.

Cuz no matter how far you run.

you ain't never ever going be able to outrun

that weak ass, wounded little boy you really are.

- You know what Chantel?

Fuck you.

- Got a new bitch for that, don't you?

[upbeat music]

[water spraying]

[flames crackling]

♪ We first tried

♪ Black and white

♪ You ain't gonna change

♪ At least not tonight

♪ Like we first tried

♪ Black and white

♪ You aint gonna change

♪ At least not tonight

- Chantel, you know, I didn't like

the way things went down between us today.

I'm really sorry.

- Kane, let-

- Ah, let me finish, alright.

I got something to say.

I want you to know how serious I am about this business,

our business, all right.

I want to contribute always.

And I know you don't trust me lately,

especially when it comes to finances.

But listen to me and hear me when I tell you,

I'm done gambling, right.

You ain't gotta worry about that no more.

And the main thing, the more I thought about it,

you know what, you were right.

The whole thing with Karen, I should have came to you first.

- Kane, you're right. It wasn't just you.

I didn't have to be so rigid.

I should have listened to you more

and try to see things from your perspective.

Bae, can I ask you something?

- Yeah. Anything?

- You really think I'm phony?

- Chantel, I shouldn't have said that.

- Oh! Okay, so is that a yes?

- Saying.

- Tell me?

- Hey, no, I don't think you, I don't.

- But?

- You just, [sighs]

I don't know, you a little different than you used to be.

Evolving maybe?

- Hmm. Is that a good thing?

- Depends on where you land.

- Babe, I try. I really, really tried.

Don't open that again.

- Oh, okay.

Alright, I'll close it then.

All right? Look.

You close it. Alright?

Hey. You my baby.

You the only woman for me,

the last thing that I'm gonna do is fuck that up.

If you want her gone, all you gotta do is, say the word.

- A word?

- Poof, gone.

- Okay.

[soft music rising] [flames crackle]

[energetic music]

♪ Love me, if you've ever loved me ♪

♪ Like you should have loved me ♪

♪ If you did, you wanna give

♪ If you love me

♪ Don't know if you loved me

♪ Like you said you love me

♪ If you did

♪ It wasn't well

♪ Now we can't be friends

♪ Enough is enough

♪ You make me feel like I'm not pretty ♪

♪ Unless I wear make-up

♪ Don't know why I been stuck

♪ The bad outweigh the good

♪ Did everything I could

♪ Now I'm wondering if you ever loved me ♪

♪ Did you ever love me

♪ Like you said you loved me

♪ If you did

♪ It wasn't clear

♪ If you loved me

♪ Don't know if you loved me

♪ Like you said you...[music grinds to stop] ♪

[music speeding up]

♪ Love me if you've ever loved me ♪

♪ Like you said you loved me

♪ Did you care

♪ Did you wanna give

♪ If you loved me

♪ Don't know if you loved me [heels clicking]

♪ Like you said you loved me

- Oh!

How nice of you to join us.

Are you the office assistant?

Because ours was supposed to be here at nine, not 10:15.

- Sorry, Miss Jaelyn, it won't happen again.

- It keeps happening.

The phone has been bringing off the hook.

There are appointments that need to be scheduled

and confirmed.

You do know that you have work to do?

Not Brad. You do.

Brad has Brad's work to do.

So thank Brad for doing your work for you, Tia.

- Thanks Brad.

[earpiece clattering]

I had every intention to be on time.

- But I missed my - Missed your train.

- And I woulda called but my-

- Phone was dead. - Phone was dead.

- Yeah.

- Was it dead like your grandfather that died last month

and then again last week?

- No, no no. Last week was my uncle's uncle. [sighs]

- Your start time is 9:00 AM.

Which means you arrive at 8:45 AM.

And if that continues to be a problem,

then we'll just have to figure out how to replace you.

- No, no, no.

I promise it won't happen again.

You're just the publicist. You don't run me.

- Excuse you?

Let's be clear.

I am not "just" anything.

Haus of Vicious is Chantel's house and I am the gatekeeper.

AKA, my sister's keeper.

Are we clear?

- Yes ma'am.

[dramatic music]

[footsteps receding]

[upbeat music]

[footsteps sounding]

- Did you just waltz up in here with an attitude?

No hello, good evening, nothing?

Now you of all people know how I hate that, Raven.

- You of all people know how much I hate

when you make an appointment to select some hair

and you don't show up.

Not to mention, I waited for you last night for hours

and you didn't show up.

Same thing happened on the night of the fashion show.

Our big night.

No, I'm beginning to think you never intended

to meet up with me.

You just used me to leak that shit on Kane.

- Okay.

Now wait a minute.

Ain't nobody used you for shit,

and it didn't take a lot of arm twisting

for you to contact that reporter either.

So don't start.

Besides, Raven, after about an hour,

that's when you pack up your little bundles

and you call it a night.

I mean you of all people know how I am.

I, I had things to do, a scheduled video chat, at times-

- You should have picked up the phone and called me.

- Okay, you need to lower your tone.

Okay?

Now I gave you an explanation and that should be enough.

I'd like for you to stop with all this

passive aggressive ass behavior and let's

get to tonight's wig, 'cause I only got two hours

to get to the award show and I will not be late.

Raven, look, I don't want you to be upset.

Okay?

I appreciate everything that you do for me.

I do.

And I apologize, Ray,

I apologize about last night.

I really do.

But tonight is big for me, for us, for Haus of Vicious.

Tell you what, let me make it up to you.

- How's that?

- I don't know. Have you eaten?

- I know you not trying to bribe me with no meal.

- I'm willing to do whatever works.

- When?

- How about now?

[uptempo music]

Hmm..

[Chantel gasps]

[thunder rumbles]

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ Real bitch right here

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah yeah

♪ I don't even really give a fuck ♪

♪ It aint going down, it going up ♪

♪ Gotta keep that handy in my cup ♪

♪ Tell me if you wanna pack it love ♪

♪ Bitch is up and it stop and it stop ♪