Kimmie, what's going on?
-Angel? -Where she at?
-Girl, Daga? -Yeah.
She trying to get that new girl to get it done.
She wants to do it tonight.
I'll go with you.
What the hell is going on?
I married Horace.
So all this is… is yours?
I guess.
Come on, man, we doing this.
Look, I need pictures.
What are you doing?
Park back here.
There's four of them. You just say the word.
-Rain? -She was at the club.
Who the fuck is that?
It's Rain. Open the door.
Chase…
open the door.
Hey, bitch.
Hey.
Shake Shake.
Hey.
And what's your name again?
Young Thing.
Bitch, what your mama call you?
Adeline.
Right, we met earlier.
Don't worry about him. That's just my driver.
Your driver?
But don't he work at the club?
Nah, bitch, we off that.
Kimmie hit it big.
She married a baller, so we out the club now.
-For real? -That's what I said.
And, bitch, why you looking stupid?
A bitch just ready to do her job.
Oh.
Yeah. You ready to make her ass look like mine, huh?
You wanna see my ass?
Nah.
I can see it from here.
It look good.
"It look good."
That's 'cause I got all this compression and shit on.
Maybe you should keep that compression and shit on.
It'll help keep your body together.
Well, when I take it off to get in the shower, it looks like death.
Well, I told you, don't move so much.
Right.
I was just supposed to lay here while you pump this shit in my body.
Sweetie, I do this all the time.
And how many girls have you killed?
What, you… you trying to set a bitch up?
Nah, it ain't no set up. It's a question.
I haven't killed anybody.
Well, I almost died.
But you didn't.
Bitch, you gonna wish I did.
Rain!
No, Rain!
Bitch, get off of me!
Let my hair go! Let my hair go!
-Bitch, get up! -No!
You crazy bitch! You keep hitting me!
-Get the fuck off! -Stop!
No!
I'll break your bones.
No!
Next time, pay me my money, bitch!
No, please don't!
No! Oh my God, no!
-Please don't shoot! -No!
No! No!
I said no!
She's a witness.
You wanna be down with us, right?
Let her go.
Please.
Look, this is on me too.
Alex!
Please, please.
Oh shit.
How old are you?
Hey! Listen!
How old are you?
Eighteen.
Eighteen? Shit.
All right.
Hold on.
Take this.
You find the nearest bus stop, get on it, and don't look back, okay?
This is your lucky day. Do you hear me?
Yes, yes.
Look at me.
Look, I just saved your life.
That bitch was gonna kill you.
Where you from?
Alabama.
Alabama? All right, um…
All right, you take that money,
you get on the bus, and you don't look back.
They're gonna come looking for me.
Shit.
What's your name? Give me your whole name.
Give me your name!
Adeline Gail Fortemont.
All right. Okay, I got you. Okay?
Rain, we gotta move.
Get out of here, all right?
You need to go and don't look back.
Hurry up!
Shit.
In my CLS 550…
-Yo. -Yeah, man?
Is he still in there?
Mm-hmm.
Oh shit.
-What, you want me to go check on him? -No, no, no.
No, I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it.
I'll be right back.
In my CLS 550
My CLS 550
I be a savage bad--
Yo.
-What's the deal? -Nothing.
Closing up the club.
The sun is gonna be up soon.
I know. That's the plan.
So we gonna do this in broad daylight?
Nigga, you ain't give me no damn updates on the cameras, so yes.
My bad. Um…
I saw a few cameras outside.
Okay.
I got a plan for that.
What is it?
Is there a garage?
Yeah.
Okay. Then I'mma show up in a delivery truck.
Delivery truck?
Broad daylight, nigga.
Damn. You know what? Let me handle this shit.
All right. I… I guess that makes sense.
Look, just stay there,
and… and let me know what the cameras are looking like.
All right, I got you.
Seem like this nigga gonna be asleep all day.
Well, shit, that's all the better.
All right, bet.
Nigga, you on the burner phone?
-You know I already got the burner. -Okay.
Then be patient.
Shit. I got this.
All right.
Shit. Mm.
Damn, Daddy.
Come on, get up. Get up.
Get up. Get up.
-Mm. -Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Hand me my cigs.
Ah, shit.
That shit felt amazing.
-So good. -Uh-huh.
Mm.
Real good.
You hos wash my dick.
Bitch, hurry up.
Go get the soap and water.
Now you doin' it like that?
Shit, somebody got to.
Uh-huh.
But damn, Daddy,
you fucked the shit out of us.
I know.
Shit, I ain't never had it like that before, baby.
I know. Roy is fucking back.
You was doing all kinda shit to me.
I gotta see you again.
What time is it?
-Who cares? -No, I said, "What time is it?"
Shit, I don't know.
Hey.
Yeah.
What time it is?
It's, uh, 3:30 in the morning.
What, you got a clock to punch?
I make the fucking clock.
Mm, I know that's right. My kind of nigga.
Hold on, that shit way too hot. Way too hot.
-Way too fucking hot. -Bitch!
-What? -You a crazy motherfucker, you know that?
-Shit, she gotta be doing it right. -Yeah.
-Fuck is wrong with you? -Hmm.
Put the cold water in there.
And don't be fucking it up.
I like you.
-Shit, I like you. -Well, shit.
Open your mouth.
You got some nice teeth.
I be going to the dentist.
Mm-hmm.
I see. Shit.
Do you know Kimmie?
Yeah. Why?
What was she like?
That old stale-ass bitch.
Shit, I don't like her.
They say she got hooked up with some sugar daddy.
Man, I can't stand her ass.
She fucking set up.
She don't give a shit about that nigga.
Wait, you know him?
Fuck you.
Wait.
I'm sorry, Daddy.
I said somethin' wrong?
Bitch, this was yo fault.
Scary-ass bitch.
Why aren't you opening the door?
We can go in the back way.
-Why? -'Cause you got blood on you.
You can't go in the house like that.
You can come to my room and change and shower.
Japanigga, you ain't slick.
Watch your step.
Shit.
I just moved in.
The bathroom's in here.
There's, uh, some towels and soap you can use in here.
You've done this before.
Yeah.
That wasn't a question.
I could tell by the way you killed those people,
you've done this before.
I do what I gotta do.
You know we shouldn't have let her live, right?
She ain't gonna say nothing.
And how do you know?
She's just like me and Kimmie.
We've been through so much shit.
You know what they've done to us.
Yeah, I… I know.
So… she's just happy to be free.
I can see it in her eyes.
I hope you're right.
I am.
That's fucked up.
How much they did to so many of y'all.
How much did you see?
I saw way too much.
Obviously, it didn't bother you.
Just because I didn't say anything, or do anything,
doesn't mean it… didn't bother me.
But you could just walk into a room and kill people.
I don't mind killing people that do bad shit.
Shake Shake was doing some bad shit.
So you Robin Hood?
No.
I'm just trying to get as far away from this shit as I can.
As soon as I can.
Now I understand that.
So you know I'm with you then.
I know you a killer.
Come on, Rain.
What do you want me to say?
I want you to say… that we're in this all together.
Me, you, Kimmie.
Even Angel.
So you know he's alive.
Yeah, I do.
But speaking about him…
What?
Oh, he hates me.
I… I beat his ass and…
So he's gonna just be talking a lot of shit.
I can handle Angel.
So you'll let me in then?
No.
This is just a start.
That's all I'm saying.
All right. Well, I'll take a start.
Look, this shit ain't coming out.
I'm just gonna have to go in when everybody go to sleep.
You want another drink?
No.
Hey, what the hell you doing?
What's it look like I'm doing, you piece of shit?
I'm sorry, Mr. Bellarie.
Then get the fuck on then. Go.
-Excuse me, sir-- -What do you want? What do you want?
Your father doesn't want anybody on the property.
My father doesn't want anyone on the property. Really?
Yeah, what you gonna do, you rent-a-cop-looking motherfucker?
-I gotta ask you to leave. -How much he paying you?
Let's not go there, Mr. Bellarie.
-And you the head of security? -I am the head of security.
Ah. And you're working for this bitch?
-Let's keep it respectable. -Respectful.
-Do you even know who that is? -None of my business, sir.
I'm sorry, Mr. Bellarie, but you gotta leave.
Hmm. Well, let me inform you.
She was a two-bit whore that was…
…sucking my dick last weekend.
-Mr. Bellarie-- -No, no, no, no, you don't fucking get it.
I need you to calm down.
And now, she's living in my father's house.
Ain't that some shit?
-You gonna go? -Fuck you, nigga. You are…
You better be careful. You better calm down.
Calm down? I don't like you.
-You know that? -Yeah, yeah.
You don't wanna see me.
-For real? -For real.
-It's like that? -It's like that.
Is there a problem here?
No, ma'am, everything's fine. Right, Mr. Bellarie?
Look at you, huh?
And speaking of problems…
Sir.
I'm gonna need assistance over here.
-Looks to me like you the problem. -Mm.
How'd you do it, bitch?
-I did it well, motherfucker. -Ah.
Now, is that any way to speak to your stepmother? Ugh.
Hey, let's calm down, okay?
You not gonna be able to talk to him when he high like this.
You gotta take drastic measures, like…
-pushing him out of a window. -Hm.
-You think I forgot about that shit? -Oh, I know you haven't.
You really think he gonna protect you, huh?
No.
But he is gonna be pissed that you're here.
You think I give a fuck about that nigga?
'Cause…
he'll be dead by morning.
That's what you think?
That's not what I think, it's what I know.
And when he is dead,
I'm saving all my piss
to piss on that motherfucker's grave.
You're disgusting, Roy.
What did you just say?
Hell nah.
He said he gonna piss on your grave.
Yeah.
I think he did say he wanted to piss on my grave.
Don't worry, Mr. Bellarie. We got this handled.
Hold him down.
I'm too weak to fight.
Take him down and hold him down.
Yes, sir.
What you gonna do, huh?
What the fuck? Let me go!
-Get down there. -Motherfucker.
Nigga, show him why I pay you.
My pleasure, sir.
-He's down. -Get off me! Get the fuck off me!
-Nigga-- -Hold him right there. Hold his ass.
-Get the fuck off me! -Hold him, hold him.
Shit.
Ah, shit.
Hold this, Kimmie.
Okay, Pop. Okay. Fuck.
-Okay. -So you gonna piss on me when I'm dead?
Don't you fucking dare, Pop. Don't you fucking dare.
Fucking nasty fuck.
Get off!
Fuck.
You nasty piece of shit. You fucking bitch.
You bring your Black ass over here again,
and piss will be the last thing you'll be worrying about.
Here. Come on.
Come on.
Fuck you, motherfucker.
Okay.
You may wanna take a shower.
Okay.
All right.
You okay?
All right.
I'll get that.
Oh f--
Can I get you anything?
No, uh…
James and the staff will…
get me what I need.
Who the fuck is it?
Norman.
Shit.
Open the damn door, woman.
Shut up.
The fuck are you doing at my door?
-I need to talk to you. -About what?
I see you had one hell of a night.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
You got drunk at that restaurant.
Shit.
It's that stupid bitch who owns the place told you that.
Did you get the email?
What email?
Horace wants us to meet our new boss,
and his new wife,
at a board meeting.
And you know if we don't show up, we get fined.
Shit.
Yeah, so I just wanted to come by
and make sure that you were ready to go.
You didn't come over here to help me.
No, I did.
Oh, Norman, you so…
I know what you did.
I saw the news.
Harold and Gloria?
-What? -Oh shit.
I know that was you…
'cause that's the kind of shit you do.
I don't know what you talking about.
Oh.
Norman, don't come over here playing no games.
I'm not in the mood.
Look, all you need to know is that it was done.
And you're telling me this why?
'Cause what you think you know,
you wrong.
Norman, I don't give a damn
about you running anything through no strip club.
Then why'd you ask the accountant to ask me for some money?
'Cause I just wanted to borrow some money.
Bullshit. Not that much.
Shit.
You were gonna leverage that to blackmail me.
Now, what is it? Is it your mortgage? Are you gambling again?
Just tell me so I can help you.
You don't wanna help me.
Look, any time I can help the enemy of my brother,
it's just good for my soul.
So tell me.
You and all your little stupid-ass games, Norman.
I know you already know.
-I do know. -Yeah, I know you do.
Yeah, you owe about a million dollars.
See, I knew it was more to you hiding in that little church
than you just getting right.
I was.
Yeah, right.
So, what you doing now?
Now I am trying to get even.
With who?
Horace.
That nigga gonna be dead in a month or so.
Yeah, and here he is getting that little old girl to take over,
who doesn't even mean anything to him,
so he can haunt us after he's dead.
But I'll tell you one thing. I can promise you this.
She is not gonna take what's mine.
It don't belong to you no more.
Hell it don't.
-You spent it all. -It's mine.
It's all mine.
It's still mine.
Half of every dime he owns is mine.
-My father put that shit in the will-- -Oh, fuck your father.
Shit, he's the reason we in this position we in today.
Olivia, never wanting to take responsibility for her own shit.
And you are the same lowlife motherfucker.
Now I want you to get your ass up and get out of my damn house.
One million dollars.
It'll be three soon.
Hey, girl.
Hey.
You just getting in?
Girl, long night.
-Horace is here? -Yeah.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
I don't know. What you thinking?
What does that mean for us if he gets better?
Nah, I wasn't thinking that.
I was thinking, "Bitch, you got a prenup."
Yeah, but if he gets healthy, then--
Girl, you said his ex-wife is still around.
-And he hate her, right? -Yeah.
Okay. Stop worrying about that shit.
I'm trying, okay?
What was all that noise last night? Who was that?
Oh, Roy.
What the hell was he doing here in the middle of the night?
And I saw him at the club last night.
-What? -Mm-hmm.
He ain't see me, though.
So what was he doing here?
Girl, he was having a fit 'cause I'm living in the house now.
As he should. You need to torture his ass.
And I'mma enjoy that every day.
Girl, did you get any sleep last night?
You gotta go in the office today, don't you?
Yep.
And you ready?
Actually, yeah.
Horace has been setting up all this shit for me to learn,
and he told me to just walk in there.
Okay, that's good.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
You might've did a little too much last night?
Yeah, that's probably it. I need to go to sleep.
Okay.
What time is Horace leaving?
Uh, I don't know.
I wanna talk to him about the club before he goes. You think that's okay?
Yeah, I don't care.
Uh-uh. What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
Something happened that you not telling me.
No.
I'm about to go get some sleep.
Good night.
In the daytime.
Fucking slob.
Ew.
The hell is…
Oh, this nasty ass…
Gosh.
Get up.
Man, what the hell wrong with you, man?
Roy, get up.
Mm.
Mallory, it's 6:45 in the morning.
That's when regular niggas get up and get ready for work.
And everything about you is regular and ordinary, so get up.
You know--
Don't shove me, man. Does anything about me look regular?
-No, you're very irregular. -Mm.
Very irregular person. Nothing normal about you.
I know.
Let me ask you something.
How does a grown-ass man come in this house pissing on himself?
I didn't piss myself.
Well, your clothes smell like piss. They're covered in piss, Roy.
Roy, did you have one of your whores piss on you, you nasty bastard?
That's my father's piss.
You know what? I don't even wanna know about this.
Just get up and get ready for work.
-And why would I do that? -Your whore is coming to the office today.
What?
I got an email from your father.
He wants her to meet the entire staff, today.
-You fucking kidding me? -No, I'm not.
So get your ass up and get ready for work.
Mm.
-I guess I'll get ready then. -Yeah.
Did you even shower when you got pissed on by your "father"?
Of course I did, honey. You think I'd really keep that piss on me?
Then why the hell do you still stink?
Because I lay next to you, honey.
Fuck you.
See you at the office.
Damn.
Oh hey.
You like it?
I love it.
Kimmie up?
I haven't seen her.
James.
-Yes, sir. -Get Kimmie, please.
Yes, sir. We have breakfast ready if you'd like.
No, I… I can't eat anything.
Yes, sir.
How, uh… How do you feel your chances are?
A lot better than staying here for sure.
Yeah.
What is it?
I can see something's dancing in your head.
I, um…
I just don't know how to feel about all this. You know?
Just stay with Kimmie and you'll be fine.
Well, what about you?
I may not be here, but, uh… Kimmie's protected, and…
I took one to protect you.
So I'm free?
Yeah. Free as the day you were born.
And I can leave anytime?
Yeah, but I got a feeling you won't do that.
Why not?
Look around you.
And I can stay here?
Yes.
There are cars out in the carriage house.
Cars?
Yeah, they'll tell you which ones you can drive.
The others are off-limit.
Okay.
But don't touch my fucking watches.
I won't. I learned my lesson.
Although, um…
you can have this one.
For real?
It's cheap.
You've done enough, man. I…
You've done enough.
Negro,
are you really trying to play this false modesty on me?
Take it.
Something to remember me by.
But you… you coming back.
I don't know.
I wish I could go with you, man, but I don't have my passport.
Even if you had it, you wouldn't wanna go with me.
Save the bullshit.
No, man. I'm… I'm really loyal. I…
I appreciate all this. For real.
-Yeah, well… -This shit is crazy.
Good morning. Hey.
Hi. Angel, uh, give us the room.
All right.
You leaving already?
Yeah.
You ready?
Um…
As ready as I'll ever be.
Okay, um…
I'm gonna be on the plane.
Call me and tell me how it goes.
Okay.
And it's all set up.
Attorney Varney will be by your side.
-And remember… -I know.
Call and verify with the other firm everything that he said.
Yeah.
I got it.
Okay, um…
I'll see you. Um…
If I come back.
I hope you come back.
I almost believe you.
And remember, get your sister.
I'm working on that today.
Good.
Well, um… I'm about to leave.
Eh-- Horace.
I do hope you come back.
See you soon, man.
You think he's coming back?
I don't know.
This shit right here?
I still can't wrap my mind around it.
Shit, yeah, me too.
Hey.
Hey, getting up?
Come on, you should.
Hey, you need to get out my house.
Nah.
I don't gotta leave right now. Like… I'll be quiet. My bad.
You can go back to sleep.
No, leave.
I… I can't. I came with you.
Well, call a car.
-Okay, well, I was think-- -No.
-Go. -Look, I'mma let you sleep, all right?
-What did I just say? -You know what? I'mma let you sleep.
Nigga, leave.
Look, I'mma be right out here. You good.
I'm chilling. Lay down.
Fuck it.
Ooh, that good shit.
Shit.
You scared me.
Who the fuck are you?
Dustin.
Dusty?
Dustin.
I said it right. Dusty.
The fuck named you that old thirsty-ass name?
Excuse me?
Never mind. Fuck you and your name. Let's go.
And who are you exactly?
I'm the nigga telling you to get yo shit.
Now let's go.
Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but…
…he don't want me to leave.
I don't care what he wants.
I said get yo shit and let's go.
-Come on. -Hey--
Nigga, if you don't get yo ho ass hands off of me…
Think that shit works on me?
Know how much this costs? Get yo little ass out--
-What you doing to me, nigga? -Shut up. Get over here.
Aw, come on.
-Come on. Come on. -Damn.
-Get yo shit. Come on. -What the fuck?
-Nigga-- -Get yo shit.
Whoa, what the hell is going on here?
I'm putting this nigga out.
I told you to leave.
Well, he didn't.
Varney, I'm not here for your shit today, okay?
Good.
Get out.
You don't tell my guest to leave. He's staying.
I heard you telling him to leave.
Now that I'm saying it, you want him to stay?
That's what I said.
You see? You see, that's that bullshit.
You need to get up and get yo ass to the office.
I ain't going in there.
Charles, your father has set a mandatory meeting
for you to meet your new mother-in-law and greet her at the company.
Now, you know that sound like a bunch of bullshit.
All I know is that you have to be there.
Or what?
Charles, there are fines in place for not showing up to these meetings,
and I know you can't afford it.
Come on!
Get out of my house, Varney.
I don't even know why I try.
I gotta go change anyway.
Why the fuck do I care?
Exactly, nigga, then get the fuck out.
Bye! Goofy-ass nigga.
Shut up, bitch.
Slap the shit out of you.
You need to get yo ass out too.
-Come on, man. -No, what did I say?
I got an idea.
You sure I can't stay a little longer?
That can get you to stay a little longer.
Come take a nap.
Are you okay, sir?
Why the hell would you ask me that question?
You know I'm dying.
I'm sorry, sir.
Just get me to the damn plane.
Yes, sir.
And I need you to keep an eye on them.
Absolutely, sir.
Where did Rain go last night?
She went to the club, sir.
The strip club?
Yes, sir.
Why the hell would she do that?
I'm not sure, sir.
Shit.
You'd think that'd be the last place they'd wanna be.
I'd have to agree, sir.
They come out of all that shit.
You put them in the lap of luxury,
and their skin crawls.
I wouldn't say that, sir.
What?
I'm sorry.
May I speak freely?
What is it?
You live an amazing life, sir, and you grew up in this.
All we know is the club
and this grind.
So are you saying they won't be able to learn?
No, sir.
Uh, I'm saying they just… They'll just need some time.
I know that.
Time is a luxury they don't have.
Yes, sir.
Keep an eye on them.
I need you to tell me what's going on.
My loyalty is with you, sir.
Bullshit.
Your loyalty is with you.
And don't ever lie to me again.
My apologies, sir.
How much longer?
We're 25 minutes out.
Hurry up.
Yes, sir.
You know you were using the wrong fork.
Hm? What do you know about forks?
-I don't care. -I know etiquette.
Which one? What, this one?
Mm-hmm. Right there.
I wish y'all would've woke me up to at least tell him goodbye.
He'll be back.
You hoping he does?
I do.
-Good. I-- -Hey! Can I get more of them croissants?
-Damn, Angel. -Yes, sir.
-What? -The man is right there.
I'm sorry, ma'am. I know you're having breakfast, but…
What is it?
Mrs. Bellarie's here to see you.
I'm Mrs. Bellarie.
Mallory Bellarie.
Oh shit.
Where is she?
She's in the living room. Shall I have her come out?
Um… Uh, yeah. Yeah, uh, do that.
Yes, ma'am.
Would you look at that?
What?
You was waitin' to see her on stage, and now she here to see you.
Who's she?
She runs the company.
She used to run the company.
Damn. This her?
Yeah, that's her.
Good morning.
Hi. Good morning.
-This is for you. -Thank you.
And let me remember.
You are Rain.
Yep.
-And you are Sylvie. -Yeah.
-And I don't think we've met yet. -Angel.
Angel.
-Hi, I'm Mallory. -Hey, Mallory.
I didn't mean to interrupt your breakfast.
The setting is lovely.
Would you care to join us?
Oh, no, no, no.
I have to go to the office.
Our new COO will be there meeting the staff,
and we're all very excited.
Are you really?
Absolutely. Of course I am.
I can't wait to speak with you and learn a bit,
and hear all of your fascinating ideas.
Well, we'll see, won't we?
Of course we will.
So how has it been here so far, huh?
I know it hasn't been long, but…
It's been perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect is a good word.
So how was last night?
I know the house can be a bit overwhelming.
It's old and heavy.
Large.
The decor and all.
Excuse me?
My father-in-law, he likes antiques.
He likes old…
…used,
and dark.
Antiques, you know?
The decor and all.
But you seem like a young lady that likes nice things.
Am I wrong?
I mean, I kind of like it.
You just proved my point.
Men, right?
Speaking of men, how's your husband?
Excuse me?
Your husband.
My husband.
-You haven't met him yet. -Oh, I did, at the hospital.
At the hospital? Oh, yes, you did meet him at the hospital.
-He's well, thank you. -That's great.
Uh, I'm sorry. Do you… Do you need anything else?
Or…
can it wait until I'm in my office?
Your office? Your office.
I love the excitement.
Look at that.
I think whatever I have to say can wait until I get into my office.
Great.
Well, you ladies, and gentleman,
you have a lovely breakfast.
We will.
And, Kimmie,
welcome to the family.
Mm-hmm.
She seems nice.
Yeah. She's fucking beautiful.
Watch your mouth.
-What'd I say? -Be respectful.
This bitch think I'mma deal with this bullshit. She got me fucked up.
Where to, ma'am?
Nigga. If you don't know my schedule, you need to get your ass down the road.
-Sorry, ma'am, it's my first day. -Oh, your first day? It's your first day?
Look at this face. Does it look like I give a fuck?
Your first day's gonna be your last.
Now, Jules gave you this job?
Yes, ma'am.
Well, look… look at me.
See…
I am so tired of this shit.
Him sending these stupid-ass niggas
smelling like spices and juices and berries.
Do me a favor.
Keep the windows down up front and put your stupid head out the window,
and drive.
Yes, ma'am.
You see me struggling. Watch my coat.
Put your head out the window.
Hurry up, nigga.
Over here.
Come on, go, go, go.
Full force.
Come on.
-All right. You coming, right? -No, nigga, I'mma be in the car.
-Somebody gotta keep a lookout. -Are you serious? Come on, man.
-Just… Look, show them. They'll do it. -Shit.
-All right, let me show you where it's at. -Go, go.
Look around. Go.
Fuck.
All right, come on.
You gonna show us where that safe at.
Get that bitch-ass nigga.
Catch his ass! Catch his ass!
God!
There you go.
Yeah, get that nigga. Yeah, nigga.
That's right.
Get him.
There you go. We gonna get that money. Told you, nigga.
Oh shit.
Come on, get that nigga. Come on.
Yeah.
Shit. Man.
Come on. Go ahead, get him. e on.