Previously on "Claws"...
Sorry.
- Des! - What?
Oh, shit.
Detective Arlene Branch. Nice to meet you.
Are you all packed for your trip?
I won't be needing you
to drive me to my performance piece
because I-I'm gonna go with my girlfriend, Virginia.
You told Dean
you would go with him to South Beach?
I love South Beach.
He thinks you're his girlfriend, dumb-dumb.
Bryce, you have proven yourself.
Not only as a Husser, but as a businessman.
Last week was the best the clinic's ever had.
We set the Coombses up to be killed.
And now Jenn has to live with the fact
that her husband is a murderer.
He killed those two people because of you.
I'm not gonna let all this Uncle Daddy shit
get in the way of us.
And, hey, you have to talk to me
if you have something you want to.
Roller's alive! He's here at South Beach.
What are you smoking? Put Dean on the damn phone.
Hey, look, it's Roller, Virginia!
Hey, Roller! It's Dean!
I don't believe this.
My husband...
buffed and polished a certain couple
and Roller is alive?
That is 100% on me,
and I am so, so sorry.
Well, your bein' sorry ain't gonna change anything.
I-I-I know! I messed up.
Yeah, and it just keeps gettin' messier!
Ooh, I could just kill you right now.
I know.
Are y'all sure it was him?
It's him, girl. He looked right at me.
Right, Dean?
Y-Yeah. It was Roller, yeah.
But he didn't say "hello" in South Beach.
Very bad manners.
What is he... the Bionic Man or something?
Well, what was he doing at Art South Beach?
That boy doesn't know a Kandinsky from a Kehinde.
Bitch, stop showin' off.
Well, it could be some type of reincarnation.
O-Or transmigration, like a rebirth.
Body Builder Week already, huh?
Yeah.
Hey, Hank, yeah.
Lido Beach is crawlin' with 'em. What're you doing here?
- Thought I'd bring you this... - ♪ I'm your fable
...cheer you up after our talk the other day.
- Oh, my gosh! You did not have to do that. - ♪ Waiting for my villain
Well, thank you. That's so sweet.
Well, I'll, uh... leave you to it.
- Well, you don't have to go. - But it would sure be nice.
And take Dean with you to get a cup of coffee.
Dean! Come on. Go with Hank to get some coffee.
Oh, okay, uh... but I-I don't want any coffee.
Okay, well, go get it anyway.
- My pencil fell. - Hey, Dean.
They're gonna have lady talk.
Oh, oh, okay. I'm fine with that.
Oh, thanks.
How'd he end up in South Beach?
Maybe he's got a side piece there.
Mm. Maybe he wanted to start a new life.
Maybe he's running from something.
- Maybe that's what I should do. - ♪ Every time you huff and puff
- Just... forget about the new salon. - ♪ And blow my brick house down
Pack me and Dean up
and run somewhere where we could be safe.
Same old, same old, huh?
Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com
Take it easy, Roller. Let's...
Let's talk.
It's good to see you, D.
Wh...
I-It's good to see you, too.
Come here.
Uh... Mm...
What's up, babe? Come here.
Come here.
Mm! Is it...
Mm.
Is this really you, baby?
Are you okay?
You're a sight for sore eyes.
Uh, yeah, we, uh...
We all thought you died.
We did. W... Everybody was so upset.
Yeah, well...
I don't remember nothin'.
You don't?
No.
Somebody put a slug through my chest,
but I don't even know how it went down.
Where you been?
Some crazy woman saved me.
I swear, she patched me up all together
and nursed me, and, pretty much, I'm here now.
That's where you were the whole time,
and you didn't call or nothin'?
Yeah, but I don't want to talk about that.
Have you talked to Uncle Daddy?
No.
I came straight to you, baby.
Okay. Well, um...
I could take you over there.
I mean, you know,
I-I'm sure him and Juanda want to see you.
Yeah, I'd appreciate that.
I'll come with you. Yeah, me too.
Mm-hmm. I'm family.
Yeah, I-I'll stay here with Dean. I'll watch over the shop.
I mean, you know, we open up two more clinics
by the end of the year, the... the traffic
on the oxy highway gonna be way the hell up.
You still got your eye
on that old fire station over yonder?
Hell yeah. I mean, it's perfect.
You know, right by the... the major highways.
I have the Realtor puttin' numbers together right now
a-as... as we speak.
Boys!
We 'bout to be kingpin right up here of this bitch.
I'll drink to that.
Sweet Lazarus!
What in the hell is goin' on?
Oh, yeah!
Okay, okay!
Oh, it's a miracle! I can't believe it, man!
Oh, my God! It's a miracle! It's a miracle!
Take it easy.
How you been? How're my nieces?
- Oh, e-everyone's fine. - Huh? Huh?
How are you?
He c-can't remember anythin' about the shooting,
so we're just tryin' to figure it out, here.
N-Nothin' at all?
No, I guess some... some woman
brought him back to life or some shit.
But you remember who you are and who we are
and where you live and everything.
You just can't remember about that day?
Yeah, pretty much.
Traumatic memory loss.
It's a situation-specific amnesia, like PTSD.
He just can't recall the incident itself.
W-Will he get his memory back?
Maybe, maybe not.
Other than that, he's banged up,
severely dehydrated.
He'll heal.
Roller, I got something for the pain.
Yep. All right.
So, side effects include constipation, nausea,
- erectile... - All right, all right. We got it.
Get back to the clinic, will you?
Copy that.
Jesus.
My baby boy...
My baby boy, I'm so glad you're back.
Your Auntie Mama, she's on her way back
from a girls' weekend in Key Biscayne, okay?
But she been... she been heartbroken.
She been praying on her rosary beads every night.
Hey. All right.
Can't wait to see her.
- Oh, yeah. - Oh, yeah.
I'm gonna spend some time with my baby girl first.
We got to talk about some things.
- Ooh. - Oh, yeah!
Um...
you want to get some shrimp, like old times?
Are you sure he's up for that?
Yeah, maybe he needs to catch up on some rest.
- He probably does. - Oh, no, I'm good.
I'd rather spend some time witchu, baby.
Yeah, he is. He's a Husser.
Y'all know how I like to throw parties, right?
Well, I'ma throw another one tomorrow
in honor of my baby boy coming back to life.
Whoo!
Maybe bein' around friends and family
gonna jog that memory a little bit, all right?
So, y'all invited! Wear white. Rise on up!
Bring it up from the dead, from the ashes!
He gonna get that. Gonna get that.
Get it! Get it good!
Oh, Lord. Love it up! You deserve it, baby boy.
It's all about love right now.
Bring it up! Get it!
Get on in there!
I'm com... I'm comin'get you!
Man, as good as I remember, huh?
Mmm.
You got it. No, you got it.
- You got it. No, go ahead. - One more.
- Hey. - Mmm.
Mmm.
Hey, D, let me ask you something.
Hmm?
Were you really sad when, uh...
when you thought I was dead?
For real?
Yeah, for real for real.
Why you... Why you sweatin' me?
I'm not sweatin' you.
I'm just, um...
It just matters to me. That's all.
D, I know I did you dirty when we were together.
What?
You just... seem different.
Mm.
I didn't tell you this earlier, but...
that woman who helped me recover,
she also held me captive.
She was, like, this... swamp-barking looney-tooney.
She... messed me up.
Wait. Captive?
Oh, yeah.
Taught me a few things, too.
Women can do some crazy-dark shit when they want.
Let's go back to your place, huh?
You don't want to go to my place.
You always said you... you hated my place.
I don't want to go back to mine...
and you're drivin' me crazy, baby.
Do, um...
Do you remember the last time I threaded your eyebrows?
No.
I remember doin' reps out on my deck,
lookin' out onto the ocean, but...
Yeah.
It just goes black.
Oh, shit.
- What? - Des is takin' Roller to her house.
Has she lost her damn mind?!
Mochachina's right. That's not a smart move.
What if he's trying to get her alone so he can kill her?
Oh, my God. Then he's gonna come for me.
Does it always have to be about you?
Uh, yes, girl. I'm a millennial.
- I don't like it. - I don't either, Ann.
I know Des and I are having a moment right now,
and I disagree with how she's handled
just about everything, but y'all know I love her,
and I don't want anythin' to happen to her.
No, no, no, no. D-Dean took the bus home.
Roller's not gonna do anything to Desna while...
- while Dean's there, trust me. - Oh, oh, okay.
Okay. All right. That's good.
- She's gonna be okay. - She's gonna... All right.
She'll be at work tomorrow.
She better be.
You look beautiful.
I forget how fine you are, D.
How's that feel?
That feels okay.
Yeah?
Better than okay.
I want you to do something for me, baby.
All right?
What're you doin'?
I thought this is what you wanted.
No, I don't want that anymore.
Mm. I want you on top.
Yeah.
Come here.
It feels so good.
Feel that?
What is that?
That's where they shot me.
You're everything, D.
You heard me?
You're everything.
Boo!
How come you're not dead?
I got lucky, I guess.
There was strippers at your funeral.
Baylor!
Well, I guess Uncle Daddy did it right, then, huh?
- More buckwheat pancakes anyone? - Oh, God, no. I can't.
They were delicious, Dean.
Hey.
Wow, what is all this? Hey, Desna.
Dean is, uh, making a "welcome back" breakfast for Roller.
Yeah, I just invited everybody over.
I thought it'd be good for us to just all
be together and alive.
Oh, my God.
Um...
Well, I hope that means you're happy to see me.
I brought some pastries.
You know, now is not a good ti...
Mnh, mnh-mnh, mnh-mnh. I didn't brush my teeth yet.
Ah, I don't care.
I've been thinking about you.
You know what? Um... come on.
I'm right in the middle of a family thing in there,
so can I... can I call you a little later?
Call me?
Yeah.
Uh, Roller, th-this is Dr. Gregory Ruval.
- What's happenin', man? - How do you do?
All right.
Your backpack better be in the car.
- Going to school. - Oh.
- Going to school. - Hey, Dr. Ruval.
- Uh, this is my husband, Bryce. - Oh, hi.
Nice to meet you. Hey, shake his hand.
Come on. High-five it, high-five it. Come on, give it up on top.
Hey!
Damn, that was quick. You boo-ed up already, huh?
Nice to meet you.
I'ma go to the clinic with Bryce.
Uh... tell Dean I said "thank you" for breakfast.
Come on! Everybody in the car.
- There we go. - Come on.
See ya later, girl!
So...
who was that?
No one.
- Desna... - What?
That was Jenn's brother-in-law.
We used to deal with each other, but not anymore.
But... he was here, at your house.
Because he's staying with Bryce and Jenn,
and they came over.
But him and me...
we're done.
Cross my heart.
You know what? You're a piece of work.
But you're lucky I'm so into you.
So, we good?
Of course.
Yeah?
How does a guy get shot,
lit on fire, pushed out to sea,
and still survive?
Swear to God, rednecks have nine lives.
Hey, uh, how's it going with the new system?
I hate to give you props,
since you tried to execute me and everything,
but this...
this digital cataloguing you came up with,
it's pretty dope.
I'm just trying to become my authentic best, Ken.
Living a life that builds a legacy.
Yeah, whatever.
All I know is, when I click this tab...
Huzzah!... patient records!
That's porn, Ken.
Oh, shit. Wrong tab.
What you doin'?
Finna check the inventory, call one of my suppliers.
Bryce called and said
you were chompin' at the bit.
What you need is to rest.
It's too early for you to be back.
Come on, now.
Let me take you home, get you to recuperate.
What I need to do is get my ass back to work.
Get these scripts comin' in.
Ah. Got that covered.
MRI truck has increased our daily prescription volume
by 20%.
Whoo.
Well. Well, you done came up, huh, son?
We'll be okay. Yeah?
Yeah. Good, good.
I want that boy to enjoy himself at the party.
Shit, I spent enough money on it.
Well, hey, let's go make some more money.
Let's make some more money.
Let's do it!
Deejay, deejay, let me get that mic.
Thank you.
All right, thank y'all for comin'.
Appreciate it. Hope you're having a good time.
In Luke 18:27,
Jesus tells us that,
"What is impossible with man is possible with God."
And the fact that my baby boy is alive and here with us today
is a testament to just that.
I want to thank Our Father
for holding Roller in His heavenly hand
and guiding him back here to Palmetto.
Yes, sir.
Please help us welcome him home!
Ha ha!
Thank you.
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo! Enjoy yourself!
Hey, baby.
You doing okay? You seem a little agitated.
No, I'm fine, baby.
It just, the way you kept lookin' at your phone...
I'm good, baby. I'm good.
Remember the last time we danced together, hmm?
Yeah, it was, uh... New Year's Eve at She She's.
Listen, D, I know me and Virginia
were messing around, but, uh...
on God, it was nothin'.
Roller...
Real talk, D. I want you.
I know you and that fool got a little thing goin' on, but...
you gimme one more chance...
we'll be good together.
Yeah?
Hmm?
Hey, Roller! Hey!
- Boom! - Hey.
My man. My man!
Look at you, lookin' all big swole.
I-I've been training, Roller, yeah.
I-I-I like to be strong for my sister and my girlfriend.
Oh, you got a little honey-bunny now?
I-I-If that means girlfriend, yeah.
Yeah, Virginia's my girlfriend. We had sex.
- You what?! - Hey.
Yeah, and... and... and she had an orgasm.
She said she never had one before. With anyone.
Wait. What?
Dean...
An orgasm is a release, Des.
I-I-In order to give a woman one,
it helps to focus on the clitoris.
- Oh, my God. - I know what it is, Dean.
Hey, you be careful with this one here.
She's not as innocent as she looks.
What you doin' sittin' at a bar?
I mean, isn't this the danger zone for y'all?
Well, it's a Uncle Daddy party. Everywhere's a danger zone.
This is true.
Listen... somebody is texting Roller...
...about him owing them some money...
...and it seem shady as hell.
- Think it's an ex-girl? - No. Mnh-mnh.
- You don't see the screen? - Hey, Roller.
What's up, baby?
Hey, baby boy. Hey.
I don't know about all that crazy business earlier...
...but I definitely want in back in the clinic.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey.
What if you took over the MRI truck?
Pass.
You know, the truth is... is... is Uncle Daddy wants me
to continue running the clinic. Solo.
This is bullshit!
Got a crackhead here that thinks
- he's more reliable than me. - Hey.
Don't I always get shit done for Uncle Daddy?
- Huh? - Apparently not.
Roller, it's okay.
Listen, boy, you ain't got the stomach for this shit.
You have no idea what I have the stomach for.
Mm-hmm.
I took out those dealers who shot you.
- The Coombses... I killed them for you. - Come on, now.
- This is a party. - I killed them for you.
- Okay. Can we not make a fuss? - Stop. Stop.
- Come on. - Things have changed, little brother.
- See, the crackhead's in charge now... - Come on.
...so what you might want to do is get used to it.
- Yeah, all right, there, crack star. - Come on, come on.
Hey, monkeys don't sling bananas.
Can you believe him? Hmm?
Like he's the only one that can run the clinic.
I know.
But you can't blame the man for wanting his job back.
You know we're trying to recommit to our sobriety, so...
...I don't really feel like we can do that
- with you workin' at the clinic. - ♪ They were noble and wise
Jenn, give me a break.
Hey, you know what?
I think I got something that'll make this better.
Huh? Hmm-hmm-hmm.
What is that?
I upgraded.
And you thought that was gonna help?
How?
Well, I'm...
y-y-you're focused on the negative of my job...
the fact I slipped once.
This... This can help you focus on the positive.
You know, what the clinic can do for us.
For our family.
Nah, you just don't get it, babe.
That clinic's gonna be what destroys it all.
16... 17...
Yeah, Dean!... 18...
19...
20! What?!
21!
Looks like Roller and Desna didn't miss a beat.
Yeah, well, he has a thing for her.
Well, I know a lot about what people want...
...even if they never say it.
Okay. What do I want?
Your nipples squeezed...
...while I ride you like a pogo stick.
Vini...
...Vidi... Vici!
Yes, you little doctor!
You play doctor with me!
Dr. - Oh! Wait!
Ohhhhh!
Listen, man, I tried.
There's no cash. There's no stash.
We don't care. You're late.
I don't work at the clinic anymore.
Fine.
You give us one last lump sum...
150k.
Then we finished.
Give me a week.
You got 24 hours.
How do you expect me to get that kind of money in 24 hours?
Hmm?
What's up, baby? Let's have a dance.
Come on.
My feet hurt, Roller!
You know, I stopped by the crib a little earlier, and, uh...
...seems like all my funds were depleted.
You know what happened to that stash?
The cops said the Coombses stole it.
They... They found it in their place.
Everybody keeps talkin' about these Coombses.
Combsey, Combsey... I don't know.
That bit seems a little hazy for me.
Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Give me a chair!
- Hurry up! - Come on! Come on!
Sit here.
- Hey, hey! - You okay?
All right, hey, hey! What's going on here?!
Hey!
Come on, now. Give... Give him some space.
I-It just, uh... It came to me...
who shot me.
I-I-It wasn't the Coombses.
Oh, Jesus. Toby, my pills!
The hell you talkin' about?
The two people who broke into my house.
One of them tried to strangle me and then drown me in the pool.
When that didn't work,
the other one shot me in the chest.
Yep, that's right.
It was the Russians.
What?
They wanted in on the pill business,
and they thought it'd weaken us.
So they put a hit out on me.
Son, if you pointin' fingers, you better be specific.
Oh, it was the twins.
You mean them ones with the tracksuits?
Mm-hmm. That's right.
Russians startin' some shit with us?
This ain't good.
Everyone leave! This a private situation.
All right, you heard the man!
Get out of here! Party's over!
He is psychotic.
Messin' with us this whole time.
We need to take that boy out, y'all.
We got to figure out why Roller is saying
that those two Russian boys tried to kill him.
They got to have something on him.
He's been gettin' texts about money.
Maybe it's from them.
You know, I'm pretty sure they run
the 24-hour check-cashing on Canal.
Mm. The Liberian one.
Yes, Virginia, the Russian twins
run the Liberian Check Cashing.
Siberian Crown Check Cashing.
Correct. Yeah.
I went there to cash social security checks
that I... "liberated" from the seniors.
I mean, for a while, my picture was posted there.
It's down now.
Desna!
Yes, baby, what is it?
Something bad is gonna happen.
Dean, everything is gonna be fine.
No, no. I-I-I have a bad feeling.
And you know how bad feelings make me anxious,
- and I don't like being anxious. - We got to go.
Because my... my palms get sweaty, and I get gas.
- Everything is gonna be fine. - You're not listening!
I said some... something bad, Des!
Okay, Dean. Come on, baby. Let's get you in the car.
Come on, come on, come on.
Let's get you in the car. Get in the van with Virginia.
Come on.
He's startin' to spin out.
I'ma need y'all to get us home,
and then I'ma need y'all to do a run
to the check-cashing place.
- Got it. - Sure.
Yeah, understood. We'll be in touch.
Georgia wants to talk it over.
They'll get back to us in a few hours.
Why are we waitin' on them for?
We handle this, Husser-style, like we always do.
No, no, no, no, Georgia runs things
below the Mason-Dixon Line.
You don't cross them.
You do, and it'll be your last time.
Uncle Daddy...
this was an attack on the family.
Yeah, I know.
No one said anything about abortin'.
They could come back with a green light.
Yeah, well, and if they do, don't you worry.
We'll be ready.
Excuse me. Have you seen this man?
Why? You cops?
We're not, but we could call them...
on you.
Here, let's see...
your dye job needs a touch-up.
I can hear the Minnesota dialect in your vowels,
and you don't seem like someone who would ever work
in a check-cashing establishment.
Preach. Unless, of course,
you need to be in the employ of someone
who doesn't ask questions and pays you under the table.
Who are you running from, girl?
What do you want?
Yeah, Roller used to come in here.
Go on.
He'd come in the 7th of every month and give me 30k.
Mm-hmm.
Thanks for the info.
So far, everything seems legit.
Yep.
How's Dean doing?
He's doing better.
Just keep looking.
I was looking... looking for someone special.
Thought I found her, thought we found each other.
- We had amazing sex... - Hmm?
...and then she blew me off.
Not now, Ken.
I called you three times last night.
I know.
Your recitation of "When Doves Cry"
filled up my voicemail box.
Look for anything that
would've been before Roller got shot.
Obviously, the invoices would've stopped after.
Look, if you're not interested, just let me know.
I-I can handle it...
with vodka and antidepressants and...
Dude... you're playin' yourself.
Wait, wait, wait.
I don't remember a "TIGEL Pharmaceuticals."
That's "legit" spelled backwards.
This is Roller's ass.
See if you can find other invoices for them.
If I'm right,
he created a fake company on the books.
- Okay. - Here's more TIGEL.
Ann, call the number.
Hey, I found some, too. Oh, they date back months.
Number not in service.
This is how he was paying them.
He invoiced a fake supplier,
but he was taking the money from the clinic.
What, Mom?
What's this about you being way into Molly?
With your allergies, you shouldn't be doing MDMA.
No, Mom, I said Polly.
Polly, Schmolly.
Oh, my God, Mom. What are you doing?
This is a ridiculous conversation...
Okay.
Stop it!
Really? Dr. Ken?
Shut up. Y'all...
Y'all...
it was so good.
Okay. Enough.
Okay. Yes.
Why would Roller need to embezzle money
from the clinic?
Because of them Russians.
Obviously, they got something on him.
Okay. Well, you need to go to Uncle Daddy with that,
because he will punish that boy, and you'll be safe.
Pol, it's tricky.
We gotta play this just right.
Hey. Sorry I had to be at that family meeting all night.
Could've left.
It's fine.
We just gotta get home and change clothes.
Mm.
Sitter get the kids off to school all right?
Yeah.
Hey.
If you want to talk about the Coombses...
No, I'm... I-I'm good.
Bryce, look at me.
How can you be good?
You know they didn't have nothing to do with Roller's attack.
I know.
It's unfortunate.
I think I'll donate some money in their name to a good charity.
Oh, my God. Would you listen to yourself?
You never would've said something like that before.
You know you sound just like Uncle Daddy.
Babe, listen. Hey, hey.
Des is about to open up Glint.
I'm gonna make so much more money,
so we don't need him or the clinic.
I don't know if you've noticed or not,
but I'm really good at the pill game.
Yeah. I noticed!
And you promised it was just gonna be temporary.
Hey...
why don't you listen to yourself, hmm?
You sound like a broken record.
And I'll be honest...
I'm tired of listening.
Georgia don't want no war,
and I'm inclined to agree with them.
Altercation leads to tension and the police.
It's the wrong move right before expansion.
Bullshit!
Hey, son!
That the PTSD speaking?
Let me help you out there.
Give me some sugar.
Here. Take your pick.
So we're just gonna bend over?
Hey, sometimes...
...you have to eat some shit, all right?
We'll get our revenge. Don't you worry.
All in good time.
Taking the Russians out ain't it.
It's for the best.
Last thing we need is the DEA sniffing around
with us moving all that high volume.
There he is!
Hey, Brycey, I don't know if you heard.
We got to get our hands dirty in our business.
Oh. What, so... I didn't get my hands dirty?
You shot the wrong people, genius.
What good are some dead Realtors, hmm?
I'll kill you for real! Let go, bitch!
All right, God damn it! That's enough!
Get off! Get off!
That's enough, I said! Get up!
God damn it! Knock it off!
God damn it!
How many times I have to tell you, huh?
Every critter's got his place in the jungle.
Now, you need to apply that to yourself, son.
You're the captain of the MRI truck.
It's all you, but the pill clinic...
that's Bryce.
I miss you, gorgeous.
I miss you, too. I'm sorry I'm working so much.
And FYI, I hate Chip... so smug and condescending.
You're stressed.
You doing crossword puzzles?
Yeah.
Chip's also on the take from Clay Husser,
makes no effort to hide it... bugs the hell outta me.
Six-letter word for an alignment of three celestial bodies?
Oh, what the hell?
Syzygy.
S-Y-Z-Y-G-Y.
You're right.
Why are you so good at this?
Because I's edu-ma-cated.
You really are the smartest person I know.
Shit, maybe you could help me solve this Realtor homicide.
The theory around here is that some rival dealers
came in and killed them.
And yet, they didn't take the drugs or the cash?
It all feels wrong, and I think Chip is involved.
He's got his hands all in that pain clinic.
Let it go, Arlene, okay?
You don't want to be involved in anything the Hussers
are involved in, trust me.
I'll call you later, okay?
Love you.
You too.
I say you tell Roller...
Yeah. ...what you know,
and that way, you have the upper hand.
I don't know.
Do you think that, um, your new boyfriend
knew that Roller was stealing money?
Desna Simms!
You have the biggest mouth in the world!
I like Dr. Ken
with his crazy ass.
Girl, you know the crazy ones know
how to hit it... Boom.
- See? - Amen! Go for yours.
Get your man.
- Come on, now. - Girl!
Get out.
We need to talk.
I just got word your crew
been interfering with my check-cashing business.
Give me reason not to kill you.
Shit.
I like.
What color this is?
Um...
it's Teatro.
I didn't know that was your business, Riva.
Well, now you do.
I was just trying to see what Roller was up to.
He said it was your people that tried to kill him.
He say we try to assassinate him?
He did. He sure did.
This is, uh... How you say?...
bullshit.
I know, Riva...
...because I'm the one that tried to kill him.
You?
I'm impressed.
Well, um...
what I don't understand, though, is why he's lying about it.
You know Roller was giving us payment.
Yes.
Here is what you don't know... Roller was working for us.
This story requires three top coats.
Turns out, blood is not thicker than water.
Oh.
I'll be damned.
Shit.
Our Dixie friend is out for blood.
Move meeting to tomorrow. We need time to prepare.
Whatchu want?
We need to meet...
now.
Marina parking lot?
I figured with people around,
you wouldn't do nothin' stupid.
I know what you been up to with Riva and her crew.
Oh, you been busy, huh? Hmm.
I won't say a word to Uncle Daddy
as long as you leave me and Virginia alone.
I jus...
- That ain't gonna happen. - Wait. What?
By the end of this day, you gonna be toastin' up
with the Good Lord, baby.
This is a bad move, Roller. The girls know where I am.
They know to tell Uncle Daddy
- if anything happens to me! - Get in the car!
- No! Get off of me! - Get in the car!
Come her.
Get off of me!
Wait! Wait, wait, wait!
Some of the stuff that you said when...
when you first came back, it was real.
I know it was.
Get in the car, bitch.