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[Chantel] Previously on Haus of Vicious...

I see the band's all here.

It is good to be back.

Oh, yeah, you a slick-ass motherfucker, ain't you?

What, you thought you was gonna hide out forever, huh?

[Chantel] Three months ago, your girl was on top!

Oh, God.

This is a circus.

Yeah, and the main clown is right there.

O, H, N, O, you didn't.

Gonna kill my ass.

Maybe.

Please don't do anything stupid, okay?

Think about our son. He needs me.

You don't worry about our son.

He'll be just fine with me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Surprise, surprise.

Came to have a little drink with you.

So cheers, bitch.

I'm not your puppet,

and I'm certainly not your stolen moment

whenever you're in the mood to play lesbian.

I'm hanging out with my Haus of Vicious crew, y'all.

Girl, I'm a legend.

Legends are dead, my dear, which you are not.

[hip-hop music]

Sixty seconds. Tell me what you see.

Black motherfucker, country as hell.

And in a hurry to get the hell out of here.

You caught a joke?

Yeah. That corny-ass nigga. [laughs]

Yeah, and that corny-ass nigga

will be the same motherfucker to blow your brains out

and walk away.

All 'cause you too silly to even see him coming.

Motherfucker you least expect is always the one.

So everybody you see, from the granny

to that little nigga on his way to school,

can be a problem for you.

Thirty seconds, stop wasting time.

Now what do you notice about her?

[Kane] Big ass.

Lots of ass.

Shit, Momma got a fat...

The fuck, Mel?

I made a mistake.

You not ready, so get in the back seat.

Give me a gun and you gonna see.

I ain't giving you shit.

The only thing you built for right now is the grave,

and you ain't even ready for that shit.

You sitting up here, you laughing,

and you talking to me about some little bitch ass

as if I give a fuck.

What time does the check cashing spot open?

8:00.

That little bitch came and opened the doors

at 8:05.

She's late.

And nobody else opened up the place,

which means that in this raggedy-ass town,

she's the only one that work the morning shift,

and that's when we gotta hit our fucking lick.

Now, the dude you laughed at, that's my boy, Jump.

He's one of the lookouts.

The old lady over there, she's another lookout.

And her grocery cart is an arsenal of shit

that'll blow this whole spot up.

Including your ass.

I can't believe you wasted my time like that.

You don't listen, and this hard-headed shit

has got to stop.

You out here sleeping on these streets

and you gonna be fucked up.

Trying to teach you something.

Please.

You really think I care about this?

This ain't for me.

Laying and waiting, sniffing out banks,

running up and down the state like some wild-ass fuck.

This shit is whack, and, right now,

you fucking whack for trying to convince me

that this old-head, boring-ass shit is a flex.

You need to go home, sell some crack,

and be normal.

Nephew, if you had as much heart for these streets

as you do in coming for me,

we may be on to something.

But until then,

you get your ass in that backseat like I said

before I put two bullets in your ass.

[Chantel] Man, one thing I know and two things for sure,

ain't nothing worse than a chick with no edges,

a pimp with no hoes, sex with no foreplay,

and a hustler with no hustle.

Now, Mel did her best to school Kane,

but he ain't never been able to recognize the play.

Why you don't listen?

You never listen. You gotta stop that.

[Chantel] The fast nut, you know,

instead of the long stroke.

Mel was trying to school him

that slow and steady wins the race.

But a hard head makes a soft behind,

and Kane was destined to learn this the hard way.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ It ain't going down It's going up ♪

♪ Gotta keep that Henney in my cup ♪

♪ Try me if you wanna press your luck ♪

♪ Bitches up and it's stuck and it's stuck ♪

♪ Throw it in the air, watch it fall over your skin ♪

♪ Italian leather on my toes

♪ I step on necks to break 'em in ♪

♪ Throw it in the air, watch it fall over your skin ♪

♪ Italian leather on my toes

♪ I step on necks to break 'em in ♪

♪ 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... ♪

[loud bang]

[siren wailing]

Oh, shit, bitch!

You feeling froggy?

Don't you ever creep up on me like that again.

The hell wrong with you?

You know what I think is so strange, Dayna?

Is you got a fucked-up attitude with me

when we all know that this is your fault.

[Dayna] Right.

You had one job, Dayna. One job.

You knew I wanted nothing more than to have my husband's baby.

We bonded. I confided in you.

You know, you promised it would be okay.

You said that you'd done this before

for other families

and swore your calling was to bring hope and joy

to infertile couples.

For once in my life,

I felt everything was fine,

perfect.

One job.

Have sex with Kane, get pregnant, simple.

I had it all mapped out.

You were paid not to fall in love with Kane.

You were paid to have a baby.

Then decide that it doesn't work for you,

you don't want it, go on about your business,

and leave the baby with us to raise.

Yeah, so you can play the savior.

Exactly. Yeah.

I was gonna graciously accept his little baby as my own.

But you couldn't stick to the script.

No.

You had to move all around.

I had to send a private detective

to find you.

Let me ask you a question.

What made you think

that you could run off with my money,

my man, and my baby?

Fuck you.

You definitely tried.

How'd that work out?

Good question. You tell me.

But it seems to me that your man had other plans.

He wanted me more and he got me with your blessing.

Oh, so you think this is a fucking game?

You keep talking shit, and I will beat your ass

and put this gag on your fucking mouth again.

That's what the fuck I thought.

Let's be ladies about this.

I really don't want to hurt you, Dayna.

But I will.

If you knew what was best for you,

-yeah, you'd let me go. -Let me hear this.

'Cause you're not gangsta.

You're from the suburbs, honeybun.

And you don't know who I am.

I know who the fuck you're not.

You're not about to rob me and live in peace.

And you definitely not about to be my husband's wife.

Now, all this other shit you talking,

I don't give a fuck.

How pregnant are we?

How many months?

What are we having?

Now you wanna be fucking quiet? You don't wanna talk now?

It's cool with me.

Everything's just fine. No worries.

I know how to wait this shit out.

[indistinct chatter] [mellow music]

[elevator dings]

[screaming]

It's time to get the fuck out! Hurry the fuck up!

Uh-uh, Aunty, don't be stupid.

Fuck you, nigga. You gonna have to shoot me.

Bitch, I ain't here for you.

[suspenseful music]

The fuck is Kane?

[Bluetooth system] Dialing Chantel.

[cellphone calling]

Answer the phone.

[Chantel Voice Message] You've reached Chantel.

I'm not available right now.

Please leave a message.

[Voicemail system] The mailbox is full. Goodbye.

[call end tone]

How could you do this, Chantel, huh?

How could you not tell me?

Whywould you hide this from your husband?

Hm?

Fuck, what you hiding this...

You fucking knew that I wanted nothing more

than to have a baby with you.

Some other nigga's baby?

That's how you gonna play this shit?

That's how you gonna...

Fuck it. I can't... This ain't, this ain't even real.

Who is he, Chantel, hmm?

[police siren beeps and wails]

Fuck.

Shit. Goddamn.

Fuck.

[crickets chirping] [dog barking]

[snoring]

[man clears throat]

[gasps]

Where is Chantel?

[Man on TV] ...as this will cause a fire.

Turn off sensitive electric equipment

such as computers and televisions.

Turn off major electric appliances

that were on when the power went off.

This will also prevent power surges...

[news jingle]

[Anchor] Four months since the tragic murder of Ivy Green,

a young trans woman, that shook our community.

[volume increases] Despite the passage of time,

many questions remain unanswered.

While leads have grown cold,

her family refuses to give up hope.

For justice, they've once again drawn attention

to a piece of evidence that could be crucial,

the diamond ivy necklace,

a cherished heirloom she was last seen wearing

remains missing.

Authorities believe it might hold a key

to unraveling the mystery of her death.

[Tia] I've been thinking about this all night.

And this morning,

I've come to the conclusion that you bitches

are trying to play me.

And you know why?

Because none of you can run that office without me.

You were all huddled up in that booth

with that Hefty trash bag leading you around on live

like a bunch of dumbasses. A disgrace!

Just wait until I see you this morning, tight ass.

Drunk ho!

[screams hatefully]

And you, big-back, I can see right through you,

you phony, brown-nose trick.

[screams hatefully]

And here I thought more of you.

But you ain't nothing but shit with some braids.

I wrote you letters and you never replied.

Could've been a good friend to you, you fucking convict.

Here we are.

You wicked witch of failed fashion.

I got something for your junkie ass.

From now on, get your own damn lattes!

[screams ragingly]

This dart shit! You need more than this.

Not enough.

[knocking on door]

-Um. Uh. -[Officer] Open up.

Yes, Officer, how may I help you?

Uh, ma'am, we received two calls.

One asking that we do a welfare check

and the other was for a noise complaint.

Is everything all right in there?

Mm-hmm, everything's fine, Mr. Officer,

Mr. Protector of the People.

Okay, ma'am.

But, please, just keep the noise down

'cause I'll have to come back,

then you may have to come with me.

Oh, Officer, before you leave, can you do me one favor?

[Officer] Yes, ma'am, what is that?

Please tell that nosy bitch to mind her fucking business.

[gate creaks open]

[Officer 2] What's up, boy?

The fuck you looking at?

Get your ass back in there.

Clean that shit up. It's a mess. Come on, now.

[chuckles arrogantly]

Oh, look who it is.

[Reporter] Mr. Vicious is at it again.

Kane Livingston was arrested

for public drunkenness and lewdness,

found passed out in the middle of Skid Row.

Sources close to him say they are concerned

about his mental health.

There have also been numerous reports

that Mr. Livingston has recently filed for bankruptcy

amidst the recent restructuring of his Haus of Vicious empire.

Man, turn that shit off. Ain't nobody on Skid Row.

[Officer 2] Yeah, right, bitch. [laughs mockingly]

Oh, I bet your drunk pissy ass is broke, though.

[hip-hop music]

♪ It's legendary You know that we been going in ♪

♪ That's what you gotta do to get the win ♪

♪ Trying to be legendary

♪ I had to put them on game

♪ To make them all remember the name ♪

♪ Because I'm trying to be legendary ♪

♪ You know that I'ma make it hot ♪

♪ Get me at the plate I'm taking shots ♪

♪ Legendary

Isaiah! Nigga, how did you get in?

Big bro, I made a dupe of your key.

Had a little shorty slide through.

Wow.

Hey, I know you saw me calling and texting you, though.

Like, what's up with this one-minute pump man shit?

They're making memes and...

Bro, I don't give a fuck about that shit.

I'm not discussing it with you neither.

Shit.

Is it true?

All right, bro, my, my... Forget it.

Forget I said anything.

Thank you. Thank you, man.

You think a lot of people saw that shit?

I thought you may wanna talk about it.

You know what? You right, man.

What I do wanna talk about

is why you not in class, champagne man?

Oh, that, huh? Uh. Taking a mental health day.

Mental health? Okay.

When Momma and Daddy find out about that, boy...

Mom and Dad ain't gonna find out long as you mind your business.

You right, you right, you right.

But, look, honestly, speaking of business, man,

guess who got their own clothing line coming out?

Oh, word?

Oh, you deserve that, though.

And I'm proud of you, bruh.

Stepping out on your own.

Well, it's still gonna be under Haus of Vicious, so.

Still, though, that's gonna be dope.

You know we gotta celebrate, though, right?

Hell yeah, man.

Look, I feel like Chantel

finally got her shit together, man.

I know I've had my fair share to say,

but it seems different this time around.

And you believe that?

You always trying to start some shit.

[Isaiah] Nah, man, I'm just keeping it a buck.

You know how she is.

Out here faking for the Gram. You know that's flaw.

"Keeping it a buck"? "Faking..." Who is...

Somebody been hanging out in the Black Student Union.

Hey, exactly.

Power to the people.

[Milan] Yeah. All right, man.

[Woman] Isaiah, I'm waiting.

Let get that. I'ma catch you, man.

-All right, man. -All right.

Leave my keys when you leave, nigga.

[Isaiah] Hey, man, they mine.

"Power to the people,"

this nigga think he said something.

[scoffs]

[light-hearted music]

[phone ringing]

Haus of Vicious, Tia speaking.

How may I direct your call?

[chuckles] I'll transfer you now.

Have a wonderful, amazing, and beautiful day.

Look who made it on time.

Yes, ma'am, I sure did.

And I'm not even hung over like others who shall be nameless.

One thing about me, Ms. Jaelyn,

I might be late, but I'll never be a drunk.

Excuse me, are you implying that I...

Never. I wouldn't dream of it.

Oh, on a different note,

I've been wrapped up in creating

a new interactive spreadsheet.

It lists all our buyers, stores, and orders,

with a feature that tracks their most frequent requests.

Impressive.

Now, see, this version of you,

I'd like to see more often.

Thank you. Did you enjoy yourself last night?

-I did, actually... -[Tia] That's nice.

Also, um, here's your mango refresher

just the way you like it.

Thank you.

[Tia] Mm-hmm.

Ms. Jaelyn, one more thing.

Now that Ms. Chantel has returned,

I'll be switching gears back to the lattes,

so this will be the last time you refresh off of me.

Respectfully. [telephone ringing]

I don't know if you've lost your...

Haus of Vicious. Tia speaking.

Yeah. I'll transfer you. One second.

[Officer 2] Livingston!

Grab your shit. Let's go.

Man, get your ass outta here. Come on.

[Chantel] Mm. Okay.

So is this your plan for the magazine shoot?

Uh, that was the plan, yeah.

Wow.

You've really outdone yourself, Milan.

Oh, you scared me.

No, this is really good stuff. I like it a lot.

And I only want the best fabrics for this.

I wanna use wool for the jackets,

hand-woven textiles for the dresses,

and then the best leather for the piping.

Man, this is gonna be good.

We are gonna dominate the runway.

-Mm-hmm. -[Carolyn] Both of you!

Get out, now!

Mother, what the... What are you doing?

Why you coming up in here, dressed like...

Where the hell have you been? I been calling you all morning.

And because you are too busy doing God knows,

I was forced to activate the tracker.

What tracker?

The one I had installed on your car.

Are you kidding me?

That is an invasion of my privacy.

Oh, please.

Only privacy that was invaded was mine

when that institutionalized thug

threatened me with my own gun.

Now, just tell me, Chantel, give it to me straight,

why is that lunatic looking for you?

Are you working the street corners for him?

-What? -Don't say what to me again.

For God's sake, take some accountability.

Now answer me! Where the hell were you?

And what are you gonna do about Bishop?

Mother, do not ask me where I've been,

and that tracker is coming off today.

I can't believe you.

You know, every time I get some footing,

there you are to bring me back down.

Stay on topic, Chantel. This is not about me.

It's always about you!

God, moving in with you was the worst thing

I could've ever done.

And now, here you are, asking me questions

about Bishop, of all people.

God, between saving Vicious and...

"Saving" Vicious, little girl?

You've been grifting my money for months.

I'm the one that's been keeping this place afloat.

Now you playing dirty, Mother.

You really gonna come up in here

and throw up in my face what you've done for me?

Well, you need to know

that I'm gonna give you every damn dime back.

God, I just can't catch a fucking break.

Between Kane and all his bullshit,

trying to stay out of the media,

and then finally finding Dayna's dumb ass...

Dayna!

Oh, my God!

What have you done?

[Kane] Yo, man, you not gonna believe this.

Jump, can you, uh, give us a minute?

Yo, you take it. Later, man.

Yo, look, Chantel got this whole...

I don't give a fuck about Chantel.

Tell me why I had to send four of my men

to hunt down two little misfit motherfuckers

that shot up my place, looking for you.

Answer me, motherfucker.

[Kane] Yo, what you mean?

Oh, you don't know? [scoffs]

Kane, for years, I watched you fuck up shit.

I didn't say nothing.

I let you live.

And I was always there to back you up.

I didn't say shit when you ran off

and married Chantel's little silly ass.

I didn't say nothing when you gambled away your company.

I didn't say shit

when you was flauntin' around that Puerto Rican bitch.

She was Ecuadorian.

I don't give a fuck

if that dead Mexican bitch is Nigerian.

All the bullshit you've done

and I didn't say a word.

But I'ma say something today.

'Cause if you don't tell me what you've done

to have people running up in my place

on me and my baby, looking for your dumb ass,

I'm gonna hurt you.

And you can believe that shit.

Because the only reason I haven't put a bullet in you

is because you mine.

But that all changes now.

Let's start this again.

What did you do?

All right, listen, the only one

who's crazy enough to do some nutso shit like that

would be Bishop.

Nigga, don't give me that Bishop shit,

trying to confuse me.

Bishop wouldn't dare run up on me.

Now start again.

Okay, okay, look, I had to borrow some money.

Bishop was fucking with me, all right?

Chantel's pressuring me.

And Harvey steals my company.

I just, I needed enough to get straight, all right?

Nigga, what happened to the money you stole

from the gambling spot?

That wasn't enough. I tried to flip it,

take it to the tables.

I find out the game is fixed.

-I could've killed... -Oh, so you lost it.

-I can get it back, -[Mel snickers]

I just need some time. Mel, you know me.

Look, I was actually gonna ask you

about borrowing some money,

just so I can shake these motherfuckers for a bit.

I'm only talking about, like, a half mil.

Half a mil? Have you lost your mind?

Hell, fuck, no!

Mel, I'm good for it.

Nigga, you ain't good for shit.

[chuckles]

I don't believe you.

After all this time, after all this goddamn time,

you are still so fucking hard headed

and you do not listen.

God knows I have tried to save you.

Kane, you insist on sleeping on these streets.

Mel...

But I'll tell you this, though.

You gonna figure this the fuck out.

'Cause if anybody else run up in here on me and my baby,

I will fulfill that age-old promise

and put two bullets in your ass.

Point blank.