- Got a job yet?
- Nuh-uh, I'mma start looking today.
- [screams]
- Hey, hey! Break it up! Are you okay?
- Y'all bitches crazy. - I got her.
- No, no, no, no. - You got who?
- No, I got this. I want this one.
- [phone rings] - Yo.
- Doc, you know that she killed Allen.
- What did I tell you about calling me
when you're smoking that shit?
- ♪
- Thank you, Fuego. - Sure thing.
- And here you go.
- Thank you. Have a good night.
- Here's where I'm at.
- MADAM: And you, Face? - BABYFACE: Thank you, Madam.
- Uh uh, wait.
You were in VIP for a long time the other night.
And you were low. What happened?
- It's a long story, Madam. - Okay, I got time.
- Can we talk about it tomorrow?
- All right. But you gonna tell me what I need to know.
And tell Ms. Patty that she's spending
too much time with you, okay? - I will.
- MADAM: All right. - See you.
- [door opens and shuts]
- And you want her to represent you with your daddy?
- Look, I have not talked to her yet, okay?
And I have not made a decision.
- [sighs] You know you can get a high-powered lawyer.
- I know what the fuck I can do, Blue.
- Shit, you screwing one.
- MADAM: I was. I'm not anymore, okay?
I got this.
- You know I'm just looking out for you.
- I know.
- The money's still in there.
- It's good, Blue.
- [sighs]
- Blue, everybody on this side of town
knows not to fuck with me or my money, okay?
I'm good.
- You gotta do something with it, Madam.
- MADAM: I know, okay? I know.
But we can't move it right now.
- Why not? - I got this.
Let me handle this, all right? It's my play.
- All right. - [knocking at door]
- Come in!
- [door opens]
- Hey. - How are you doing, Madam?
Got some extra cash for you. - Thank you.
Ms. Tandy says she want to come by and talk to you tomorrow.
- How's Ms. Tandy doing? - Paid.
- Just like I like it. - MIDNIGHT: You already know.
- MADAM: Where's Doc? - He in the locker room.
- All right, go ahead. - I'll go get him.
- Mm-mm. Go ahead, Midnight.
Thank you. - Thank you, Madam.
- He's been acting strange all day.
I got it.
Now this motherfucker better get a stomach for the real shit,
I know that. - [grunts]
- Put that money up.
- ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ They know not to play with me ♪
♪ They know I get started ♪
♪ Ask me why I take it easy, told them that it's harder ♪
♪ Ask me why I sleep , I say, baby, I party ♪
♪ They're saying that it's light ♪
♪ But I'll turn this bitch to darkness ♪
♪ They go up, we don't play around ♪
♪ I don't play by my dinero ♪
♪ Got some gangsters in the cut now ♪
♪ And they doin' what I say so ♪
♪♪
- ♪ We be all bout that energy ♪
- Hey. You cashing out?
- Yeah. - All right.
- I need to talk to you. - MADAM: What's up?
- Tina called and, uh, was talking funny.
- Funny how?
- Just saying that you killed Allen and stuff.
- She did? - Yeah.
She tried to get me to say it, but...
I think she trying to set you up.
- I thought I told you to talk to that bitch.
- I did.
- Well, obviously she didn't hear you.
- All right. I'll go back over there.
- No, I got it.
I'll go have a conversation with her.
- Yes, Madam.
- Look, this is my mess. Let me go talk to her.
- I got it. I got it, okay? Get your shit and go home.
- Thanks, Madam.
- Mm-mm. You gotta cash out, brah.
- I'm--I'mma leave it on her desk.
- ♪
- [door opens and shuts] - [moans]
- What you think?
- I think I hate when a bitch tries me.
[sighs] Come on. Handle this bitch.
- ♪
- There he is. Yeah.
- What's up, man? - Yo.
How you sleep last night?
- I slept all right. - You sure?
You was having a nightmare last night.
- What? No, I wasn't. - Yeah.
Who was Shannon?
- What you say? - Some chick named Shannon.
- [dogs barking]
- No. No, man.
- RED: Yeah, it was really real in your sleep.
- Bro. Would you do me a favor and not be watching me
while I'm trying to fucking sleep, a'ight?
- Shit, I wasn't watching you. We're in the same room.
- Just mind your business, a'ight?
- Yo. Yo. - What?
- What happened to you in there? - What you talkin' 'bout, man?
- Man, shit, you worse than all of 'em around here.
You don't trust shit, do you?
- No.
- So what happened in there?
- Same thing happened to everybody, a'ight?
What are you sayin'?
- Oh shit, you got raped! - Yo, fuck you, dog.
- I'm just playing, man, my bad. - Yeah, it's always your bad.
- For real, look. Man, listen to me.
- What? Yo, chill. - We gettin' to know each other.
Half of these motherfuckers goin' back to jail.
You and me the only ones with hope.
That's why I'm on you, man. Shit, come on!
I think you cool as shit. Look at you.
I mean, shit, I feel like I know you, man.
- You don't know me, dog.
Yo, how the hell you know we got all this hope you talkin' about?
- Nigga, look at you.
Look at me! I know it.
- Okay. - RED: I'm telling you.
- I hear you.
- Speaking of, did you think about what I said?
- You said a lot of shit. The fuck you talkin' 'bout?
- Come on, man, about the club!
- A'ight, a'ight, look, yes. Damn, I'mma call my aunt.
- You are? - And I'm gonna go work there.
- Nigga, when we start? - Yo, I said I, not we.
- What about me?
- If she has some openings, I'll try to hook you up, all right?
- Thank you, man.
This damn dishwashing shit ain't it.
- Bro-- - Man, look at my hands.
- I get you. All right? - You ain't even look.
- I said I get you. - All right, thanks. I owe you.
- Nah, hey, you don't owe me nothing man, all right?
- Nah, I do. - Nah, you don't.
'Cuz when you owe something,
niggas want to collect something.
- I--I'd never do that. - Yeah, okay.
- Has Bill been giving you shit? - I ain't met that nigga yet.
- Nah? - Nah.
- All right. - All right.
- So when you wanna call your aunt about me?
- Bruh! - So when you gonna..
- I'm outta here. - Call her! Man!
- Chill out. - All right, all right.
Damn.
Motherfucker.
- ♪ Big dawg, big dawg ♪
♪ Yeah, got 'em pissed off, pissed off ♪
- I'm cool. Yo, uh, getting settled in.
Been job hunting. Nah, no luck.
Not with my record. I can't even get an interview.
That offer still stand? Okay.
I'll meet you there later. Nah, I'll walk.
Um, it's been a while since
I've been able to walk anywhere on my own.
All right, thanks.
- ♪ Big dawg, big dawg ♪
♪ Yeah, got 'em pissed off, pissed off ♪
[unintelligible lyrics]
♪ I beat the pussy, then I smash ♪
♪ Hey, big dawg, big dawg ♪
♪ Big dawg, big dawg ♪
- Mm-hmm. Okay.
I'll see you there.
All right, bye.
- [sighs] Hey. - So, what you got for me?
- The police were there all night.
- Mm-hmm. Really?
- Yeah. - Mmkay.
Well, are you sure you scrubbed it clean?
- Oh yeah, I had the cleaner come through.
And you know he don't leave shit.
Not a hair, not a bloodstain, fucking nothing.
- Yeah, that motherfucker don't leave oxygen in the room.
He got it. - BLUE: Don't worry.
- Oh, I'm not worried. Do I look worried, hm?
[chuckles]
But that bitch Tina, she needs to be worried.
- Yeah?
- So this bitch actually snitched?
- Nah, nah, nah. - How the fuck they find out?
- Kat is outside. - Your Kat?
- Madam, please, come on, man.
- [laughs] Look at you!
- Look at me what? - You blushing!
- I don't blush. - Yes, you do.
- I don't blush.
- She puttin' that thing on you, huh?
- I put the thing on. I'm not--
whatever, man, I'll go get her.
- [laughs]
- BLUE: Always starting something, man.
- [phone rings] - [beep]
- Yeah? - Hey, Madam!
How do you like that black outfit?
- I mean, it fits right. It's cute.
And you know, Gabriel,
I'm gonna need about four or five new outfits.
Bring them to the club.
- You're wearing Dolce, bitch.
- Well bitch, you know I like to change a lot.
- GABRIEL: Bitch, I put you up on game...
I dress you! I'll put you up on game.
- MADAM: You know me.
I never know when I'm gonna get my clothes sweaty or bloody.
- GABRIEL: You the only person I know that makes bloody shoes
bloody shoes!
- Just make sure I have some nice shit, okay?
- Fine. Fine! - Goodbye.
Hey, Kat. - Hey.
- Atlanta's finest. - Yes, ma'am.
- Tell her how your folks found out.
- [sighs] Anonymous tip.
- [chortles] No such a thing, okay?
- I'm trying to find out at the department.
- You do that.
- Well, I gotta get over there, so--
- All right, well, thank you. And will I see you later?
- You gonna have to get something other than them dudes
if you want me to come up in there.
- [laughs]
- BLUE: Shit, I keep trying to tell her that.
- Okay. I will keep that in mind.
I'll see you later. - All right.
- And thank you. [sighs]
Look how you lookin' at her ass!
- BLUE: What am I not supposed to do? Look?
- Bye, ladies!
- ♪ I keep my head down ♪
♪ Minimal stress, doing my best ♪
♪ No time to slow down ♪
♪ I stay out the way, deep in my bag ♪
♪ But they got their eyes on me ♪
- Marcus. Would you like anything?
- I'm good. Thank you.
You said you don't have a lot of time, so we can get right to it.
- I have a couple of properties in mind
that I'd like to look at.
Not right now, but soon... I wanna open another nightclub.
- You're selling Eden? - No. No.
It's actually the perfect time to expand.
- Ah, your queendom.
- Exactly. - All hail.
- It will be twice the size of Eden.
- How does Allen feel about this new venture?
- Oh, he won't be partnering with me on this one.
Just me. - I see.
- Everything that I do from here on out,
I do on my own.
- [indistinct chatter]
- I do need to make sure that everything is in place.
Every "i" dotted, every "t" crossed.
And that, Marcus, that's where you come in.
- Well!
- As my attorney. - [laughs]
We're gonna need to have the same kind of documentation
we had in place for Eden. - Mm-hmm.
- Liquor license,
building and remodeling permits from the city.
And you realize a bigger club means a larger insurance policy
for the building and for the employees.
- Understood.
- I'm happy for you, Madam. - Thank you.
- [indistinct chatter]
- And as always, I appreciate your discretion...
and attention to detail.
- Now, you know that is the only way I work.
And there are some other details
I would really like to pay attention to
sometime soon, Madam.
- Well, then, I'll be in touch. - Talk soon.
- ♪
- Hello, sir.
- ♪
- [snaps twice]
- Nobody's home.
- [door opens]
- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm sorry. The door was open.
- No, it wasn't. Now, who the fuck are you?
- I'm a friend of your sister, Marilyn.
- So what, you here to serve me?
- Ma'am? - Or what, beat my ass?
You tell that bitch that she is not taking my father
up out this house, you got that? - Yes, ma'am.
- CARLA: Well, you let her know it.
She might have enough money to bribe everybody else out there,
but she ain't got enough money for me.
'Cuz I know shit. I know plenty shit.
- I'm sure, ma'am. - Yeah, yeah, shit.
Now, this my daddy too.
She always wanting to put him in a home,
but he got a goddamn home right here with me!
And you let her know that. - I see.
- She want to send you up in here in my house,
I'm not gonna keep playing these games with that bitch.
She wanna go gutter, she gonna end up in one.
She got the right bitch. Now, you tell her that!
- I'll have to explain that to your sis--
- No, no, no, no, no.
Now, you get your ass out of my house.
You got the message. Go deliver it.
You all right, Daddy?
- Of course, ma'am.
- ♪
- This bitch is crazy.
- ♪ Get money ♪
♪ Get money ♪
♪ First of all, tell people some damn respect ♪
♪ Get money ♪
- Quick update. I've been keeping an eye on Roman.
I know he still hasn't paid you that money he owe you.
- Is he still in town or did he skip?
- He's still here.
He's either at home, at the casino,
or some private poker game out in Buckhead.
- All right. Stay on him.
Do you want me to, uh, take one of the guys over there
and send him a reminder? Or worse?
- [laughs] Ooh, I would love that, but...not right now.
Not with the heat I'm starting to get.
- Heat? - I'm not worried, okay?
They have nothing. But for now...Roman can wait.
- Okay. I'll sit tight.
I'mma keep an eye on him, though.
But, won't move unless you say so.
- Good. We will tend to Roman, all right?
Just not right now.
- Yeah, I was just looking at her.
Keep an eye on her from a distance.
Let you know when I think it's time to move.
- Gotcha, Boss. Standing by for Daddy duty.
- ♪ Drippin' Drews Water Petek ♪
♪ On my neck ♪
♪ Who, moi ♪
♪ Cinema ♪
♪ Let me pose so I don't splash it on ya ♪
- Hey. - Hi.
- Well, you will be happy to know that my nephew said yes.
- Nephew? - Are we still acting
like you don't know who I'm talking about?
We doing that? - Hm, [chuckles]. Him.
- Yeah, him. Him will be here tomorrow.
And I want you to show him the ropes.
- Really? - Yes.
What, do you not want to?
- Fine, ah, I am just not interested like you think.
- Okay. - I'm not.
- All right. - Oh, okay.
- [laughs] Whatever, girl.
He's a good guy, all right? - Okay, if you say so.
- I know so.
- Okay. - Okay.
I'll be in my office. Thank you.
- [unintelligible lyrics]
♪ Call me Miss Madam, baby ♪
♪ The queen's men, the queen's lady ♪
- It's gonna be 500.
I told her, "You want me to pick you up?
Guess what, it's gonna be fine."
- [laughter]
- [man takes a piss] - What the--
- I know that ain't no motherfucking junior dancer
walking to the back.
- Is this nigga pissing?
- Yo bitch ass do know junior dancers
go on the other side, right?
- Nigga, you can't hear?
- [door opens] - What's going on?
- He walked his bitch ass up in here.
- Hey, uh uh, stop.
When you start making this kind of money,
then you can come on this side.
Until then, take your ass on the other side.
Thank you.
- BABYFACE: Do that shit again and I'mma fuck you up.
- Face, calm down.
It's not even that serious, okay?
It's a mistake.
You all ready for roll call? - ALL: Yes, ma'am.
- Move, Fuego. I know your ass
didn't bring those fucking donuts in here.
That shit ain't money, okay?
We here to make money, eat later.
- I know. - MADAM: Thank you.
- I'm sorry.
And you know we still need to talk.
- Yes, Madam.
- Why you ain't dressed? What the fuck is wrong with you?
- I'm good.
- What the fuck is wrong? - Nothin'.
- All right. You'll tell me.
Where is Doc?
Look, get y'all's shit together, okay?
Let's get out here and get this money.
- Yes-- - Yes, Madam.
- ♪ - [indistinct chatter]
- Madam? - Hm?
- Little fat man is here. He wants to talk.
- Let him in.
- BLUE: Piece?
You'll get it back when you leave.
- Gene... - Madam.
Good to see you.
Think we can talk alone for a minute?
- I think you should get to the reason why you're here.
Time is money.
- Okay, I'll cut straight to it.
I wanted to give you an opportunity to reconsider.
- Why would I do that?
- I've been working on this huge multi-property deal.
I want you to be a part of it.
You gotta admit, we were a good team.
And this place is the final piece.
- [laughs]
- I need you.
I need you to get on board.
- This is a fuckin' joke, right?
[laughs] You have to be kidding me.
- Look, I know you all up in your feelings about
what happened before.
We don't need to go down this road.
We got history. We can make this work.
Look, I'll go through the books,
figure out what I owe you from before, and we can--
- No, you won't. You won't.
And you don't even believe that shit.
That's the same lame-ass line you gave me before.
The only difference is now, Gene, I'm the boss.
And what I say goes.
And I say no. Period.
- See, this?
This is exactly what I'm talking about.
That old angry Black woman syndrome.
Maybe Allen can talk some sense into you.
Sometimes you women get all caught up emotionally
over business matters.
That's why you usually don't make good business partners.
It's all that estrogen.
- And there he goes.
Same old Gene.
Little fat male chauvinist.
- Madam...you don't wanna start this war with me.
- I'm not starting it. I'm winning.
Now, I think it's time for you to get the fuck out.
Stop wasting my time, Gene.
- I'm not done talking.
- You heard her. It's time to go.
- [typing]
- What? I'm supposed to be afraid of
your little lesbian muscle over here?
- [chortles]
- Oh, don't be afraid, Gene, be smart.
- You know, I really don't feel like breaking a sweat tonight.
She said what she said. Leave.
You been asked multiple times to leave the premises.
You are now trespassing.
You have 30 seconds to leave the building,
or you'll be treated as a burglar.
See? I gotta make sure that there's a record of you
being asked to leave.
That way, in case I have to shoot you, Gene--
which I would enjoy-- I won't go to jail.
- This ain't over.
- For your sake, it better be.
Don't get buried out back.
Now get the fuck out of my club, Gene.
- [door opens and shuts]
- BLUE: I see why you can't stand that motherfucker. Shit!
You know he hates it when you call him that little fat man.
- [chuckles] I do.
Why do you think I keep doing it?
Fuck him. - I am here for it.
Motherfucking girl boss.
- [door opens and shuts]
- All hail the queen.
- DIME: It's about to get hot up in here tonight, okay?
And the fellas are gonna be on the floor
dancing for your pleasure.
- [cheers and applause]
- ♪ Baby, take it off ♪
♪ I wanna see it all ♪
♪ Baby, take it all ♪
♪ All ♪
♪ I want nothing on ♪
♪ Baby, take it off ♪
♪ Baby, take it ♪
- ♪ Girl, let me watch you take it off ♪
♪ Steppin' out them fancy drawers ♪
♪ That booty is extra soft ♪
♪ Body ain't got no flaws ♪
♪ Baby, please, just turn around ♪
- Come to sugar mama, baby, down here.
Yes. Mm. [laughs]
- ♪ Baby, yeah, I just want to know ♪
♪ How you feel inside ♪
♪ Baby, won't you come and give me ♪
♪ All them vibes ♪
- [giggles] Ooh, yes! Ooh!
You know how I like it.
Come one, put some umph into this, baby.
What you doing?
- ♪ Baby, take it off ♪
♪ I wanna see it all ♪
♪ Baby, take it all ♪
- Good evening, Ms. Patty. - Hey!
- Do you mind if I borrow Babyface for just a second?
He'll be back.
- Okay. - Come here.
- [cheers and applause]
- ♪ Baby, just take it off ♪
♪ I came to -- baby, what you thought ♪
♪ Call ♪
♪ Your other -- for the walks ♪
- What the fuck is going on with that, Face, huh?
Your ass would've been there all night if I didn't rescue you.
- I mean, I give her extra attention here and there,
and she is extra generous financially.
- Don't bullshit me.
What the fuck is going on?
- All right, she pays for my car, my apartment.
Shit, extra cash when I need it.
- Do you have to jump when she says jump?
Look, now, you can continue being miserable as a kept man,
or you can start to pay your own way.
You are too old for this shit.
- I know. I don't really know how to do anything else.
- I can throw you in the private parties
with the rest of the guys.
You will make more than enough money to take care of yourself.
- [indistinct chatter]
- All right.
I'll end things with her tomorrow.
- Why wait? - Honestly?
I have clothes and stuff at her place,
and I don't want her to bleach or burn my things.
You know that bitch crazy.
- [sighs] I know. All right.
I'm glad that that's settled.
Go out there and make us some money.
Hey, let her down easy, okay?
She is one of my regulars and I do want her coming back.
- Gotcha. - Go make some money.
- [cheers and applause]
- ♪
- You know that shit ain't allowed.
- Sorry, Madam.
- You good? - Yeah. I'm good.
- Have you seen her? - No.
I ain't no weak-ass nigga.
Just watching that shit
splattered all over the damn wall...[sighs]
That was his fucking brains getting blasted
out the back of his head.
Look, I done been through some shit.
I'm a street kid. I ain't got no daddy.
My mother was on drugs and shit.
Straight-up stereotype of a Black man in America.
But his fucking brains?
- Was that your first time? - First time?
- Doc...my grandmother was the ultimate queen, okay?
She ran everything. Taught me everything I know.
My daddy was a gangster.
- Yeah. I know. - Okay.
Well, what you don't know is my daddy
went to prison when I was 14.
My grandmother got very sick.
So...I started pimpin' hoes at 14.
- Wow. - The shit that I've done...
the shit that I have seen...
me shooting that motherfucker in the back of his head was me
doing that nigga a favor, okay?
Motherfucker lucky I wasn't in a torture kind of a mood.
That motherfucker came after what's mine.
That shit sends me. You are mine, okay?
- Thanks, Madam. - No, all y'all niggas are mine.
The kind of money we make, the way we look out for each other?
- That's right. I mean, I'm a real-ass nigga.
- I know. - I'd ride and die for you.
- I know that.
- Me, all the guys in the damn locker room, like,
for real--Midnight, Face, me, Fuego.
Just don't hold that shit against me. Like--
- Look, it is over, okay?
It's over.
- Look, if it come down to it...
I'll take care of her myself.
Just to show you where I stand at.
- That's good to know. But I got her.
Let's get back inside.
Show these motherfuckers why we are number one.
Put this shit out.
That's some whack-ass weed.
- [cheers and applause]
- [indistinct chatter] - ♪
- [woman moaning on porno]
- Midnight, what are you doing?
- I can't do it, Madam. - What do you mean?
- Look, I went to the doctor.
And they gon' tell me I gotta stop beefing.
- Why?
- I guess my shit's starting to die.
- Let me see.
- ♪ - [cheers and applause in club]
- Madam, I don't know what to do.
This is my money. This is my life.
- I know, but Night, think about it.
You could lose your dick, okay? Stop tying it off.
- What am I supposed to do? Just not get paid?
- Night!
- Nah, it's too much money out there.
I'm getting this money.
- Okay, um, try this.
Just don't keep it tied off for as long, okay?
Look, I've seen this shit happen.
And you can actually lose your dick.
- Okay. - MADAM: I mean it.
- I got you. Now, can I finish?
- Look, if this shit gets worse--
- Madam, I got you. Now, can I finish?
- All right.
- [woman moaning on porno]
- [sighs] My god.
[sighs]
- ♪
- [cheering, shouting]
- Get them cash cannons ready.
[fake Jamaican accent] And give it up!
Give it up for these blazing hot brothers, them.
Bambaclat!
- [cheering, shouting]
- ♪ Bam bam, ey, what a bam bam ♪
♪ Bam bam dilla, bam bam ♪
♪ Ey, what a bam bam ♪
♪ What a bam bam ♪
♪ This woman never troubled no one ♪
♪ I'm a lady, I'm not a man ♪
♪ MC is my ambition ♪
♪ I come fi nice up Jamaica ♪
♪ Said bam bam ♪
♪ Said what a bam bam ♪
♪ Bam bam dilla, bam bam ♪
♪ Tell 'em said what a bam bam ♪
♪ Tell 'em, tell 'em ♪
♪ Mi baan and mi gruo inna Princeton six ♪
♪ I Nancy write mi crissest lyrics ♪
♪ When you hear dem nuh sound like Christie's biscuits ♪
♪ You come inna di place ahn mi seh "Well well slick" ♪
♪ Bam bam, ey ♪
♪ Ey said what a bam bam ♪
♪ Bam bam dilla, bam bam ♪
♪ Ey said what a bam bam ♪
♪ Sister Nancy she a one inna 3 million ♪
- [cheering and shouting]
[cheering and shouting] - ♪
- You got a VIP. - Damn.
- ♪ Do your little dance, I just blew 100 grand ♪
♪ You should see me running bag, got a check, check ♪
♪ I get a bag, flex ♪
♪ You gettin' mad, flex ♪
♪ This is a mad flex ♪
♪
- What the fuck is that? - I'm sorry.
- You were back there for two hours.
Did this bitch not pay you? - No.
- Tell me why and tell me right the fuck now.
- She's a judge.
She's handling a case with my baby mother.
- Nigga, you not paying your child support?
- I'm trying.
- I don't like the IRS in my shit.
Pay that bitch and get her off your fucking back.
- But she spends the money on red bottoms and shit.
- That is the small fucking picture.
Who gives a fuck about red bottoms?
This is the big picture. You see this shit?
This is the big fucking picture.
So you brought a judge into my shit.
And you fucking her upstairs in my VIP room?
- Yeah. I'm sorry.
- Nigga, it's not a fucking question.
I know that you're doing it and I'm asking you why.
Why?
- I don't wanna go to jail.
- Jail? What is she doing, blackmailing you?
- Yes. - Really?
Oh. Okay. Okay.
It's cool. Go home.
And pay that bitch. - Yes, Madam.
- ♪
- I can handle it. I just won't let her back in.
- No. Let her in.
- Okay. - Did she valet?
- BLUE: Yes.
- Okay. Okay.
I could use this shit. I swear to fuck I can use this.
- Now, you know I love it when you talk like this.
- [chuckles] - BLUE: All right, take care.
- Mm-hmm. You know me.
- ♪
- [cricket chirping]
- ♪
- Daddy?
Daddy?
Fuck is he. Daddy?
Keep on doing this shit.
- [dials] - [phone rings]
- [beep] - Hello, Marilyn?
I know you got Daddy.
I'mma give you 24 hours to get him back over into this house
before I call the police and tell them exactly what you did.
[mutters angrily under breath]
- ♪
- [creaking]
- Have you ever been swimming?
- [snaps]
- Do you know how?
- ♪
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