When I hit on you, and you were like, no, I thought it was something wrong with me.
Come to find out, the D don't pick the P.
I gotta tell you about this place I found online.
They say they have great success taking care of people with cancer.
Rain, I need you to help me to get Sylvie out of here.
You sure about that?
That nigga Angel is dead.
Why?
Jules gave me a call. Said it came from Mr. Bellarie, so I did it.
Is there anything that would create a paper trail back to me?
No. I swear.
He forgot his box.
["Money" by Baha Bank$ playing]
♪ Diamonds on my neck, he keep me icy ♪
♪ VVS and baguettes Because he know this pussy pricey… ♪
♪ Money get me wet So he just cop me all the latest ♪
♪ He like when I go down… ♪
[patrons clamoring]
You got money?
[metal detector whining]
Appreciate it.
-Yo. -Thirty dollars, nigga.
My mama own this place.
I don't give a fuck about your mama. It's $30.
-You know who I am? -Nigga, I don't give a fuck who you are.
-Well, I'm not paying $30, bro. -Then take your broke ass to the back.
-Man, I just-- -Hey, what's going on?
-What's up, man? You remember me? -No.
Delinda's son, bro.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right. Cool. Cool.
So you remember.
Somewhat, man. What the fuck do you want? Why you here? What's up?
I need to get into my mother's office.
-I… Like, I can't hear you. -I need to get into my mother's office.
-Why? -You ain't hear she died?
Yeah, I heard. What that got to do with you wanting to get in her office?
Well, thanks for your condolences.
Man, it's a hard ass business. I'm lucky to be alive. Shit.
What you want?
We found her will.
And I'm sure there's more here.
So I need the books, the records.
-You have to come down in the daytime. -Nah, I tried that.
Well, you have to try again, nigga. Can't you see we busy?
[guests cheering]
-Huh? -I'mma go to her office.
-No, you not. -[spluttering] Get--
Listen. Listen, man. Listen. Don't… Right now, you pissing me off.
I need you to fucking chill out…
-Man… -…and get the fuck out.
-Get out of here. -Yeah, okay. I'll be back with my lawyer.
♪ Pussy is power Better charge him by the hour ♪
Adeline, are you okay? What's wrong?
Hey, chaparrita, look at me.
-What happened? -Man, I'm tired of this.
I don't feel like dancing tonight.
I know.
I'm sorry, but…
[sighs] …we just have to do what we have to do for now, okay?
Hey. Okay?
[speaking Spanish]
We're never gonna get from underneath Jules.
I know, but we just gotta hang for a little while longer.
Just a little while longer. I promise, okay?
Hey, I promise.
What the fuck y'all doin'?
Get your asses back to work.
Go.
[patrons cheering]
[music continues]
[man 1] Yeah, girl!
-[man 2 chuckling] We got some hos! -[man 3] Right here.
[man 3] Yeah!
-Yo. -Nigga, what--
-He's… He's back. -Who?
The nigga that was driving the yellow Lambo.
[Andy] Oh. Yeah, I know. I kicked him out one time.
Yeah, well, we need to talk about him.
Nigga, what about him?
You know he's rich, right?
-What, that car rich? -Yeah.
Salvo was driving it the night he got hit up.
-That was him? -Yeah.
Check this out. I was following him, and I got his address.
-What that mean? -He got a nice place.
And what about it?
Nigga, we can take him.
[chuckling]
-Your bitch ass can't take nobody. -What we gonna do?
Keep letting Jules take our money and do this forever?
Look, I don't see shit, I don't know shit, okay?
I get my money and I go home. You should do the same.
-Yeah, and they take half of it. -You don't know that.
We know this place takes.
Heard you robbing old ladies and shit.
We can take that nigga. I just know it.
Look at him. He's fucking stupid.
[Andy] Yeah, leave me out of it.
Mm-mm.
Man, I… I know he got a safe, and I know it's loaded. I just need eyes and ears.
-[Charles] Woo! That's nice. -Nah, that ain't me.
All right, how about this?
If I go over there, I get him to take me home,
I get all the details, yo, you consider it?
Look, I need pictures, and I need video, and I need the alarm code too.
All right, I got you.
Look, if you can get all that, I'll think about it.
All right, just me and you.
-All right, bet. -All right.
-Get your ass back out there. -I'mma go work on it.
Go, nigga. Damn.
[patrons whistling]
[man] Oh yeah! [laughing]
[music playing faintly]
[ominous music playing]
I said I need a minute. Walk away.
[inhales deeply]
-[exhales] -[line ringing]
[Kimmie on phone] Hey, girl.
I'm up, walking around this house,
and it's kind of creepy at night.
[Rain] Yeah, I bet.
You at the club?
[Rain] Yeah, we just got here.
Why you sound like that?
[sighs]
I got something I need to tell you.
[Kimmie] What is it?
But look,
I don't need you to panic, okay?
What's wrong?
Angel's dead.
What?
[Rain] Yeah.
[spluttering] Wait, wait, wait. What…
What happened?
[Rain] I don't know.
I heard Officer Alex talking about it.
See? I knew we couldn't trust that nigga.
Yeah, but he's been trying to prove himself to me.
So? Do not trust him, Rain.
[Rain] I don't trust him. But listen,
he's trying to prove that he's down with us,
so he was talking to Officer Trackson, and he said he killed Angel.
[Kimmie] Officer Trackson?
Yeah.
And… look, Kimmie, there's something else I gotta tell you, but,
please don't freak out, okay?
What the fuck is it now? How can I not freak out?
Just take a breath. Can you breathe?
What?
Trackson said that Horace is the one who gave him the word to do it.
Okay?
What are you thinking?
[Kimmie] Nothing. I'm good.
You're lying. What are you thinking? I know you.
Since you know me so well, Rain, go ahead and tell me what I'm thinking.
[Rain sighs] You about to leave.
Hell yeah, I'm about to leave. I'm about to get Sylvie up,
and we're getting the hell out of this house.
Kimmie, I told you, don't freak out.
If Horace gave the word for him to be killed,
then you know he don't give a shit.
He was crazy about Angel.
Was he really?
[Kimmie] Yes.
So you know he don't give a damn about us, and we'll be next.
-[sighs] -I'm getting the hell out of here.
But we don't know. I mean…
Damn it, Rain, get yo head out of the clouds and off the money.
All right? I'm not keeping my sister around this shit.
Okay, I understand. Just let me come back so we can talk about it.
I'm leaving.
Just wait. Kimmie, damn.
And I'm not waiting neither.
[Rain] Let me just come to the house, and we can--
You trying to get me to stay. I'm not dealing with that.
I'm not trying to do nothing, okay? I just wanna talk to you first.
Then you need to come back now, and I mean right now.
[Rain] Kimmie, wait--
Or you just gonna have to catch up with us later.
[Rain] Kimmie?
[Kimmie] Shit.
[sighs]
[tsks]
Alex!
Come on, let's go.
You don't wanna go in?
If I wanted to go in, I wouldn't say "let's go."
We're heading back to the house. Come on.
Yes, ma'am.
Hi, Mr. Bellarie.
-Hi. -I came as soon as I got your call.
[breathing heavily] Thank you.
-I know it's late. -Are you kidding?
Everything you've done for this hospital?
Thank you.
You're sitting up.
It can't be comfortable.
[breathing heavily]
Laying here waiting to die is worse.
I'm so sorry.
So…
how am I doin'?
You want the truth?
Have I ever wanted anything else?
You're not doing well.
I can show you here on the tablet.
Just tell me.
[somber music playing]
It's progressed.
Worse than it was?
And moving quickly.
And there's nothing you can do to slow it down?
We've tried everything.
So how long do I have?
It could be weeks, maybe a month or two.
Weeks?
I'm sorry.
[Horace scoffs]
You know… [inhales sharply]
funny thing is, uh…
I don't remember wanting to live as much as I do right now.
You have a lot to live for.
Your family, your new wife.
Yes.
That is a reason to live.
My new wife to see the faces of my sons every day
as they embrace her and all that she brings.
That's beautiful.
Yeah.
[winces] Speaking of my new wife…
her sister…
she sent me this.
[breathing heavily] You know kids on the Internet.
[chuckles] They believe anything.
But I just thought I'd let you, uh, take a look.
Yeah, she… she researched this on the Internet.
Some cancer treatment in Italy.
[sniffling]
Why are you smiling?
I've actually seen this before.
And you have too.
I showed you this place when, uh,
we realized that we couldn't do anything else here.
[spluttering] Uh, I didn't hear that.
Well, actually you did. You said…
What?
You said, "If I'm gonna die, I wanna die in my own bed."
[chuckling]
Yeah, that sounds like something I would say.
But, uh… [sniffles]
sometimes shit happens that…
makes you wanna live.
Now listen, this is all Eastern medicine.
I don't know if it's going to be successful for you.
I have seen some patients
who have the means to go to this place have some success.
Do you think it's worth it?
The question you should ask is, do you think it's worth it?
I know you're in a lot of pain.
Well, can you patch me up long enough to help me get there?
Italy's closer than Thailand. They have facilities in both places.
But it'll still be a long flight either way.
Um, I have a plane.
[chuckles] Of course you do.
That'll make it easier, but it's still really risky.
Yeah, well, what else am I gonna do? Just die here?
How soon can you get it set up?
Well, actually, it's early in the day there.
I can call right now.
Thank you, doctor.
Yes, sir.
[door opens]
[footsteps receding]
[door opens, closes]
Sylvie?
[bugs chirring]
[shuddering] Shit.
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
[line ringing]
[cell phone rings]
Hey.
How far out are you?
About 30 minutes.
[sighs] All right.
[Rain] Are you okay?
No.
Did you get Sylvie up?
[Kimmie] Not yet.
I'm sitting here watching her sleep.
She's so peaceful.
[Rain] I know.
No, Rain, I keep… I keep putting her in this shit.
You didn't get her into nothing. We gonna be okay. We gonna get out of--
Uh-uh. Don't.
Don't say nothing with him around.
[Rain] I'm not.
'Cause you know he's listening.
I know.
[Kimmie] But we're getting out of here.
Yeah.
But you do need to ask him about the car.
And… And the keys.
[Rain] Yeah.
[Kimmie] Do you know how you gonna do it?
You know I know how to do that.
[Kimmie] All right. I'll see you when you get back.
-Bye. -All right.
[soft jazz music playing]
[Olivia] Hey! Hey, wait! Come up here!
You hear me talking to you! Come up here!
Hurry up!
-[diners murmuring] -What?
What… What y'all looking at?
I'm not talking to you.
Come on, hurry up!
Y'all trying to act like you ain't seen me sittin' here?
No, we were-- I was actually coming up to say bye.
And laugh.
[spluttering] Why would I laugh?
Ah, you such a fake ass.
Ma'am? [scoffs]
You know what? You got one more damn time to call me "ma'am."
'Cause I… I know you think that shit is funny, don't you?
No, I don't. It's a form of respect.
No, it's not. You were talking about my age.
I was not.
Think yo ass is such hot shit.
You keep living, if you can.
Miss Olivia, we're gonna get out of here.
You wait for me at the fucking front door. Okay? Right over there.
You skedaddle, bitch.
You ain't shit.
And you ain't never gonna be shit.
Just 'cause you… you…
[chuckling] I can get a lot of youngins just like you.
No, better than your ass, 'cause you been slipping, you know.
And… And get… get… get my purse.
Right down here. I can't bend down to get it.
Will you get the f… damn purse?
-[sighs] -God, I have to ask shit a dozen damn…
And you, you find your way home,
'cause you ain't driving the car that I bought you.
Not tonight.
I'm telling you somethin', little nigga, don't you knock on my door tonight.
Unless I call you. [scoffs]
I said wait! I'm coming.
You…
You are driving me home,
'cause that little nigga done pissed me off.
You… You know these little young, big dick motherfuckers ain't loyal.
They ain't loyal.
Come on, I need you to take me home.
Miss Bellarie, he's taking me home, so you can ride with us.
Where do you live?
He lives downtown.
I'm talking to him.
I live, uh, downtown.
Chicago?
Yeah.
And you gonna drive her all the way to Indiana?
Yes, ma'am.
[scoffs]
You two are fucking.
And I'm gonna tell my son.
-No, ma'am, we're not. -Oh, sure, yes, you are. Yes, you are.
She got a driver.
What would she need you for?
Roy got rid of my driver.
Just shut up. You such a fake ass lying…
I want you to drive me home, okay?
Because that little nigga pissed me off.
You know what? I bought him that car.
But I swear, I'm telling you, he gonna… he gonna die in it.
Pissing me off. Listen, Mallory, we will see you tomorrow.
Come on.
No, no, no, Miss Bellarie, we'll drive you together.
Hmm, yes.
Fake ass…
[whispering] Thank you.
[Alex] I'm sorry about Angel.
[Rain sighs] Yeah.
I know how much he meant to you and Kimmie.
Okay.
You're not gonna give me an inch, are you?
Okay.
How long you been driving him?
I've been driving him for a while.
So… if I wanted to go for a drive by myself,
what would I need to do?
Well, I, uh…
[Rain] What?
I just haven't really seen anybody do that.
What you mean?
Look, all the houses are on the private road.
If you go out the main gate, you gotta get out the private road,
and they have that monitored.
So…
it's like a prison. We're stuck there.
I wouldn't say that.
What, 'cause it's more sophisticated?
Um, I'm just saying they stop people on the road.
[sighs] So… Kimmie and I can't just go for a drive?
They'll have you tailed.
She was right. We are trapped.
Look, I'm just telling you what I know.
So since you know so much, why did Horace give the word on Angel?
I don't know.
[sighs] Okay.
But I can find out.
[suspenseful music playing]
How?
You know Officer Trackson will tell me.
All right.
Call him.
Yeah.
[suspenseful music continues]
[line ringing]
Speaker.
[line rings louder]
At the tone, please record your message.
-It's voicemail. -[voicemail beeps]
Yo Tracks, this is Officer Alex. Give me a call when you get this.
I got a question.
[unsettling music playing]
[both sigh]
[bugs chirring]
[dogs barking]
[music stops]
[Kimmie breathing shakily]
-Sylvie. -Hm?
[Sylvie groans]
-Sylvie, you need to get up. -[groans] What?
I don't… Oh, this bed is so comfortable, Kimmie.
I know, but um…
[inhales sharply] We, uh…
[Sylvie] What?
[tense music playing]
[sighs] Don't tell me we need to leave. I don't wanna.
Sylvie, it's for the best, okay?
So that's all we're gonna do?
We just gonna be running around all the time?
No, we're not… We're not running.
-I just think-- -What?
Just… Just say it.
We're not safe here.
[scoffs, inhales deeply]
That… That man is not gonna hurt you.
You don't know him.
I can see it in his eyes. He's not gonna hurt you.
Sylvie.
I know our stepdad,
and I do not see that in his eyes.
You don't know this life.
Well, how will I know if you don't tell me it?
All you need to know is that we need to go.
Look, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what I need to be afraid of.
Sylvie, why are you making this so hard?
I'm not going.
[inhales sharply] These people are not good people.
All right?
I've been around bad people before.
Not like this. Not like them.
Like I wasn't at the club?
Kimmie, they were trying to have the men rape me.
And I'm sorry.
[Sylvie] So…
you… you just owe me the truth. I'm not a child.
What do you wanna know?
Don't do that.
Just tell me everything.
[breathing shakily]
After Mama kicked me out,
me, Rain, and Angel got caught up.
We were at an airport selling drugs, and we got caught.
The police officer that arrested us
said we could either go to jail, or we could work for him.
So we chose to work for him.
He had us strip,
have sex with people,
all kind of things.
One of the men who I…
worked for…
was Roy.
Horace has a son named Roy.
That's the one.
Hold on… No, he's married to Mallory.
[tense music playing]
You wanted the truth.
Go on.
So… Horace isn't even into women.
He's into Angel.
And he would come to the club, and I would get Angel for him.
And then Horace had this crazy scheme to marry me
because he doesn't want his sons to have the company.
So he's not in love with you?
This is business.
No, no. This is crazy.
No, no, no.
You wanted to hear the truth.
What's crazy is that Angel must have pissed him off,
because Horace had him killed.
What?
[snaps fingers] Just like that.
And he will do the same to us if one of us pisses him off.
He don't seem like that kind of man, Kimmie. He don't.
[scoffs]
You have so much to learn, little sister. Okay?
Now, I put money in your account.
You need to pack what little you can, and I mean little,
and we are getting the hell out of here as soon as Rain gets back.
Are we clear?
[breathes deeply]
Yes.
So wipe those tears from your eye.
You wanted the truth.
[sniffling]
This is the truth.
[Sylvie sniffles]
[Sylvie weeping quietly]
[fast-paced suspenseful music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[siren chirps]
[woman] Get across the street!
[siren wailing]
Hello?
Yo.
-That's what you called me to say? -I tried to call you earlier.
I was busy. What is it?
-Delinda's son just came up here. -Her son?
Yeah, uh, it's, uh… uh, Giovanni?
I didn't know she had a son.
Yeah, man. He, uh, said that she got a will and that he wanna get his.
[scoffs]
What was that raggedy bitch doing with a will?
I don't know, man. People surprise you nowadays.
[Jules] What'd he want?
[Trackson] That he wanted to get in her office.
And you didn't, right?
[Trackson] Hell no.
Good. Good.
You're proving more and more to be a good soldier.
That's me for real.
[Jules] What else he say?
That, uh, he was gonna come up here with a lawyer or something.
[Jules] A lawyer?
I need you to make sure you look into this kid real good.
I got you. I got you.
-Good. -All right.
[exhales]
[unsettling music playing]
[sighs]
[line ringing]
Norman.
What?
[Jules] This is a mess.
Yeah? Okay.
Have you looked at the news?
[Norman] Oh, it's on there?
It's everywhere.
[Norman chuckling] Wow.
I told you to let me handle it.
Yeah, well, you know how I do.
[Jules] Yeah. We just gonna keep doing the same thing over and over again.
And get the same result.
Exactly.
Chaos.
Yeah, well, look, if that's all you got, man, um,
I need to get some sleep, all right?
You know…
you better hope--
[Norman] What? I better what?
We better hope that this cleans it all up.
Yeah, it does, okay?
[Jules] Are you sure?
Jules, unlike you, I know how to take care of my business, all right?
[Jules] I hope so.
But you know the club is in Delinda's name, right?
[Norman] And?
Her son came by.
[chuckling] Okay.
He's talking about selling it.
To who?
Doesn't matter. We can't be anywhere near it.
[Norman] Huh.
Well, go talk to him.
You know how to be persuasive.
Norman, let--
[siren wailing]
[Yolanda] Yeah, it's all good.
[door closes]
-Um, I'm gonna call you back. -[man] Hang up the phone.
What is it?
They shot Angel.
What?
Yeah, he… he… he was at a bus stop, and they fucking shot him.
-Who? [shuddering] -I don't know.
[breathing shakily] Is he dead?
[whimpering] What? Oh.
Oh, shit, he was telling me to run.
Wait, what do you mean he was telling you to run?
We… We gotta get you out of here.
[sobbing] I, um…
No, no, no. Listen, listen, you don't know what he was running from.
These people are dangerous.
-Yeah, but, we don't… -No.
He said that they were coming here, so we need to go, okay?
-[blubbering] -Hey. Hey, you're not listening to me.
-Wait! -Yolanda, we have to go right now.
Is he really dead?
Let's go.
[crying]
[tense music playing]
Am I dead?
Are… What?
Am I dead?
No.
I'm so sorry.
For what?
I had you killed.
-What? -[chuckles]
-So you really are an angel. -No, what'd you say?
-Angel. -Yeah, yeah, man. What'd you say?
I don't know what kind of drugs they got your ass on.
What the hell's going on? How are you here?
No, what'd you say about having me killed?
[spluttering] I… I… I don't know what you're… you're talking about. What…
How… How are you here?
[siren wailing]
You know what? Fuck this shit.
No, wait, wait. If you walk out that door, you are dead.
Are you saying you tried to have me killed? That was you?
No.
Okay, well, you said you just did.
So, what are you… what are you saying?
-What happened? -I don't know, nigga, you tell me.
Nigga, I'm not doing this shit. Tell me.
I was at the bus stop, and I got ambushed.
But someone fell on top of me, so I played dead.
Shit.
But you just said you did it.
Look, they told me I needed to give them somebody
so I could clear Kimmie.
So you gave them me?
I didn't know who that somebody was.
Why were you in jail?
'Cause I was at the car, and I got arrested.
-Got it. -[scoffs]
So you said it was okay to kill me.
Did I stutter?
Okay.
But if you walk out that door, and they find you,
you are dead.
You better stay with me until I get this all clear.
Or until I pin it on somebody else.
No, no, no. They're after my son and my baby mama. I'm not staying here.
They're not gonna touch them. They… They think you're dead.
Are you sure? 'Cause Jules just threatened them.
Jules?
Yeah, he threatened to kill 'em.
Where are they?
I don't know. That crazy-ass bitch won't listen to me.
-[sighs] -So what do I do?
Okay, uh, give me your address. Now.
Are you sure?
Look, nigga, we ain't got a lot of time. Come on.
Yeah, I mean, I… I got it on my phone.
Can I, uh… Can I use your charger?
You trying to set me up?
[siren wailing]
It's a charger, man.
[Olivia] This is a real nice car.
Thank you, ma'am.
How much did it cost?
Uh, it's a lease.
[scoffs] That… That ain't answering the question.
It didn't cost that much money, ma'am.
You lyin'.
[chuckling] We pay your ass too much money.
I have other clients, ma'am.
Yeah. Whatever.
You know, I… I wish my… my son Charles
was strong like you.
Okay.
You know, I don't know why in the hell that boy turned gay.
How's the church going?
[trip-hop music playing]
You trying to be funny?
-No, I was just, um-- -You just what?
I… I was just wondering.
Ah, you trying to be funny.
Nope, not at all.
I… I… I used to be like you.
All dressed up every day when I came into the office.
[chuckles] I was fire, bitch.
[chuckles]
But you…
you just wait and see.
Okay.
[scoffs] I got this shit.
Yep. Hm.
-[scoffs] Mm-hmm. -Okay.
[music continues]
So, we've made it to your house.
[scoffs] I know this is my house, Mallory.
Okay, well, you have a good night.
Good night.
[spluttering] What… What… What kind… What kind of man…
[hesitates] What kind of man are you
that you… you're not gonna walk a… a lady to the door, huh?
Come on now, get your ass on up out of here.
Open the door for me. Be a gentle man.
Gentle… Gentleman.
Just go in with her.
-I got you. -[Olivia chuckles]
-[chuckles] He… He said he got me. -[chuckles]
[chuckling] He… He… He said he got me, Mallory.
Yeah. He gonna get me too.
[Olivia chuckling]
-[car door shuts] -This drunk bitch. The fuck?
[Varney] I gotcha.
[sighs]
You know which key it is?
Ah, this shit ain't… this shit ain't gonna open the door.
Come… Come on, let's go around the back.
Come on, let's go around the back.
Uh, are you sure this, uh…
-Yeah. -…key is gonna open the back door?
Why you have so much trouble opening doors?
-Oh, you have trouble opening doors? -I got it. Here we… Here we go.
-Here we go. -Yeah, okay.
Okay, ma'am, I'm gonna--
No!
A gentleman would help a lady all the way in.
Come on, come on. Close the door.
Come on in.
[Varney] Uh…
[Olivia chuckles]
Well, you're in now, ma'am. I want you to have a good night.
Come a little closer.
Come on. I ain't gonna bite.
Here are your keys, ma'am.
[chuckling] You finally found the right one to open that door.
Does your key open any other doors?
["Freakniq" by Nique Royale playing]
[patrons cheering]
♪ Welcome to my freak… ♪
[Charles] Ooh-wee!
Mm-hmm.
That's good right there. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Sweet baby, top me off, please.
Hey.
Why you always at me?
-I just-- -Nah, see, you never talked to me before.
Now every time I come here, you hold me tighter than the drawers you got on.
All right, you wanna know the truth?
Yeah, talk so I can hear you lying. [chuckles]
I was trying to rob you.
♪ Freakniq , I say ♪
♪ Welcome to my freak… ♪
Now you telling the truth.
Yeah, but then I thought, "Shit, why rob him
when I can give him something he want, he give me something I want?"
We could be friends.
You think I need to pay for that?
You'll wanna pay for what I got to give.
See, you just like every nigga up in here. Please, bye.
All right, well…
try that and tell me.
You trying to rob me, and now you want me to try some shit?
Straight Colombian. Pure shit.
How the hell your Black ass get this?
-What you mean? I'm part-Colombian. -[scoffs]
Boy, yeah, okay, and I'm part-Indian. You see these baby hairs.
-Ooh, Lord. -Nigga, it's on me.
You take it first, then I will.
All right. Let's go to the bathroom.
-I'll meet you there. -All right.
♪ Freakniq ♪
♪ I say, welcome to my freak ♪
♪ Freakniq… ♪
Mm. Shit.
Mm.
[patrons cheering]
♪ Freakniq ♪
♪ Freakniq, I say ♪
♪ Welcome to my freak… ♪
[groans]
♪ I say, welcome to my freak ♪
♪ Welcome to my freak ♪
[music stops]
[bugs chirring]
[inhales sharply] Why do we have to leave?
Sylvie, I don't wanna talk about this.
[car approaching]
[sinister music playing]
I already packed you a bag, so just…
You don't have to worry about nothing. Just get your stuff.
Kimmie, can you just chill for a minute?
-Do… Do not start with me! -We're supposed to be talking this--
We not talking about nothing. I want to leave.
Calm down.
No. For what?
-Kimmie, think about your sister! -I am thinking about my sister!
That's why I'm getting the hell out of here.
-Look at her face! -'Cause I told her!
I told her.
You told her what?
[Kimmie] Everything.
She wanna be grown now, so I told her everything. She knows.
[breathes deeply]
Why you sitting down, Rain?
I'm checking on your sister. Leave me alone.
[Rain] Sylvie, you okay?
I'm fine.
I don't care about none of that. She'll be fine.
What did he say about the car?
Answer me.
He said we could get out the gate,
but we'll have a hard time getting off the private road.
See? They are still clocking us.
I know, okay? You're right.
And if he'd kill Angel, then you know--
I know, Kimmie. Damn!
So if you know that, then why are you just sitting there?
What do we do?
-What do we do? 'Cause he's out-- -Kimmie!
Calm down!
Calm down. Breathe.
Let me think.
He said there's several cars in the garage,
so… we could just take one of them.
Okay, and how do we just take a car? Where are the keys?
The keys are inside.
-Are you sure? -Yes.
Okay, Kimmie, just..
let's just give it a beat,
then we can sneak the hell out of here.
But you gotta calm down, Kimmie.
Sit down.
Take a minute.
They are all still out there.
Sit.
[tense music playing]
Ma'am, I'm glad we were able to get you home safely.
Hey! [spluttering] Come here.
You know, you… [chuckles] You are tall.
Yes, ma'am.
How tall are you?
I'm 6'5", ma'am.
Oh, 6'5". [chuckles]
Do the carpet match the drapes?
Ma'am? Um…
You know, listen,
I… I done had a whole lot of big niggas like you,
and they ain't got shit.
I wanna know what you got. Let me…
-[clears throat] -Wait. Hold still. Put your hands down.
Let me… I wanna check…
I wanna check you out tonight.
Yes!
-Um, ma'am, I'm… I'm gonna go. -Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Come on now.
Oh, Lord.
[guffawing]
Oh yes. Listen, you want a drink? Why don't you stay and have a drink?
Ma'am, why don't I say good night, okay?
Because I don't want you to say good night.
I'm not ready to say good night yet.
Okay.
[dog barking]
What the fuck is taking so long?
[bugs chirring]
[hip-hop beat playing]
I just wanna… I just wanna look at you for…
Why you hold… Why you holding my--
Oh, you trying to pull me in?
[chuckles] I like that shit.
-Yeah, I like that shit. -Ma'am… [grunts]
Yeah, yes, yes.
-Mm-hmm. -[door closes]
[Varney] Miss Olivia.
[Mallory] Hello.
Oh, here this heifer come.
What… What… What she doing in here?
I was waiting outside alone.
Well, wait.
-No. We're gonna go. -Yeah.
I have to be at the office in the morning. We're leaving.
I said--
-We're leaving. -Yes.
[Olivia chuckles]
You think I don't know who you are.
Good night.
But I know who you are.
Bye. Varney, get the door for me.
I know who you are.
[door opens]
Bye, Mallory.
I don't want his Black ass no way.
[door closes]
[pensive music playing]
Thanks for getting me out of there.
Yeah, no problem.
[both sigh]
[tense music playing]
[Varney groans]
[engine starts]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Kimmie] Shit.
-Come on. -Come on.
-[Whitman] Hey. -Be cool.
-You going somewhere, ma'am? -Hey. Yeah.
We just, um, taking a little girls' trip.
-Can you get in? -Not a problem.
-I'mma have Alex take you. -Uh, no.
That won't be necessary.
No, no, I insist.
Let me tell you somethin'.
Open this motherfucking gate, or I'mma drive through it.
Ma'am, that gate is solid iron.
You think I'm playing? Try me.
Get in the car.
[engine starts]
-[Rain] All right. -[Kimmie] Put your seatbelt on.
-You gotta turn the lights off. -[Kimmie] I don't know how.
[tires screeching]
[epic music playing]
[Rain] Don't hit him!
-Faster, faster. -[tires screeching]
[Kimmie] Who is that? I can't see.
-[Rain] Stop it! -[Sylvie] Kimmie, stop!
-Kimmie! -[Rain] Stop it!
What you doing now?
[Kimmie grunting]
[all screaming]
-[thud] -[groaning]
[grunts] No!
[tires screeching]
-[Rain] Stop! -No!
-Kimmie, you gotta stop it! -No, we gotta get out of here! No!
Who is that?
[Kimmie] No!
[shuddering] Are they gonna kill us?
[dramatic sting]
Going somewhere, Kimmie?
[epic music continues]
[music ends]
["Piano Lessons" by YK The Realest playing]
♪ I got these piano lessons for sale ♪
♪ Mean I got keys to move ♪
♪ Birds and they seasoned too ♪
♪ FBI playing peekaboo ♪
♪ They don't give a fuck What we go through ♪
♪ Stick to the code what we gon' do ♪
♪ Money-making Mitch Still runnin' with the clique ♪
♪ That we paid in full That's a Rico too ♪
♪ I got these piano lessons for sale ♪
♪ Mean I got keys to move ♪
♪ Birds and they seasoned too ♪
♪ FBI playing peekaboo ♪
♪ They don't give a fuck What we go through ♪
♪ Stick to the code what we gon' do ♪
♪ Money-making Mitch Still runnin' with the clique ♪
♪ That we paid in full That's a Rico too ♪
♪ All that we desire ♪
♪ Hop in the whip The seats recliner, yeah ♪
♪ Bed so big inside my crib ♪
♪ That if yo bitch get in Take a week to find her ♪
♪ Blame the P, don't mind her ♪
♪ We major league, you minor With hits, we ten for ten ♪
♪ A win's a win So getcha pen and sign up ♪
♪ Trap just like I rap ♪
♪ I don't like yo shit I'mma send it back ♪
♪ I don't take no lick I'mma get it back ♪
♪ If I don't like yo clique I'mma wreck that ♪
♪ I got them bricks Like I'm Shaq at the free throw ♪
♪ Run off on me I'mma violate yo people ♪
♪ If we at odds, we could never be equal ♪
♪ I do not knock I just pop through the peephole ♪
♪ Started from a brick And built me a house ♪
♪ And I got tools, nigga ♪
♪ Gray metallic Lincoln Navigator With the alligator painted roof, nigga ♪
♪ I got it snowing in June, nigga ♪
♪ Dog food on my spoon, nigga ♪
♪ Howl at the moon, if he off a key I make him switch up his tune, nigga ♪
♪ I got these piano lessons for sale ♪
♪ Mean I got keys to move ♪
♪ Birds and they seasoned too ♪
♪ FBI playing peekaboo ♪
♪ They don't give a fuck What we go through ♪
♪ Stick to the code what we gon' do ♪
♪ Money-making Mitch Still runnin' with the clique ♪
♪ That we paid in full That's a Rico too ♪
♪ I got these piano lessons for sale ♪
♪ Mean I got keys to move ♪
♪ Birds and they seasoned too ♪
♪ FBI playing peekaboo ♪
♪ They don't give a fuck What we go through ♪
♪ Stick to the code what we gon' do ♪
♪ Money-making Mitch Still runnin' with the clique ♪
♪ That we paid in full That's a Rico too ♪
[music fades] id in full That's a Rico too ♪