Hey, Droop.
What's good, my boy?
Seen our boy Clark County at Atlantic Station.
Word? I was just listening to that nigga.
Hey, nigga. A cup.
Oh, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet.
Fool, tell you about this man Chris from the job, man.
Just tell me why this man gonna come up to me today,
talking about some, "I got more bars than Scooter."
I'm like, "Boy, if you don't get your goddamn
"illegal-ass, struggle bar-having ass out my face,
boy, what is you talking about?"
This man talking like he finna quit his job
off of one little, weak-ass mixtape
that ain't nobody even finna listen to.
Nigga lame. He want to be somebody so bad.
Nah, for real.
Last year he was the Hotep nigga, right?
Now that nigga want to be hard.
Nigga's so confused.
That nigga get on my last nerves, man. Oh, my God.
Shit. What you on today?
Really, I was just trying to chill before work, you feel me?
I was trying to get some gas earlier,
but, shit, my mans wasn't even hitting me back.
- Mm. - Mm-hmm.
You know they serving out Mrs. Winners?
Say what?
You order a number 17, hook you up with a eighth.
You a lie.
Real talk, nigga.
The custodian in on that shit.
Oh, shit. We might have to fall through there, fool.
I might get me a little meal.
Shit, I might even get me a little nap in
before the night over with.
All right, shit. Let me finish this.
I don't even know why you playing. Boy, you trash.
Trash-ass boy. Look. Look at you.
- Tra… Blow. Blow it. - Ah, here you go right here.
Here you go right there.
- Fool. - Damn.
Fool. That's what that is.
Welcome to Mrs. Winners. May I take your order?
Yeah, can I get that, uh,
two-piece… all dark… with a side of Cajun rice.
You get that side of fried okra, too,
and a peach cobbler and a number 17.
A number 17?
Yeah, and a peach cobbler.
$60.85. Please drive around to the window.
Man, what'd I tell you?
- Anita. - What?
I need you on the register after this.
Please don't hurt me!
Where the storage closet at?
Fuck.
Mm-hmm. Fuck with me.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, shit!
Fuck, go, go, fuck it, fuck, man, go.
Hey, man. You got to get up.
Got to go, got to go.
What's going on, man?
Oh, hell yeah.
Hey! Hey, that's my shit, man.
Yeah, you can't stay in here anymore.
They know you in here and they coming.
Today.
That doesn't mean you get to take my shit.
You got to auction it off or something, man.
Yeah, I watch Storage Wars, too.
This ain't that.
Man.
What up?
Yo.
Hey.
What's up, Al?
'Sup?
What'd y'all do last night?
Went to Edgewood? Tear the club up?
House arrest.
Yeah, I know.
I was joking.
You want to try one of these sliders, bro?
Yeah, yeah.
Have a seat.
Be careful.
It's very, very cold.
Hey, can you, um,
you still give me a ride to the P.O.?
Oh. Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I'll go and get ready.
Hey, Al.
What's going on with you and Darius?
I don't want to talk about it.
All right.
Hey, Earn.
Hey. What's up, Regina?
My name's Tara.
Who's Regina?
Uh, I'm sorry. Yeah, I always think that.
I know you're Tara. You're Tara.
I just…
You remind me of this girl named Regina
I went to high school with.
Every time I see you, I'm like,
"Tara's not Regina." It's crazy, 'cause you…
She was so cool.
Shut up, Earn.
Here you go, baby.
Darius is ready.
Cool.
Thank you.
Hey.
I don't know
what's going on with you two,
but I love you both.
Nigga, what?
Man, get your boy.
He's crazy.
Is Tara staying o… is Tar…
- Is Tara staying over? So… - Oh.
'Cause if she's not, uh, can I stay over for a little bit?
I don't know, man.
You got to talk to Al.
Yeah. What's going on with you two?
I don't want to talk about it.
How's your parents?
Good. Good.
They're driving to Florida right now
to visit my uncle who's dying.
Oh, Florida, huh?
Better make sure you tell them to watch out for Florida Man.
What's Florida Man?
Florida Man is responsible
for a large percentage of abnormal incidents
that occur in Florida.
Think of him as a…
alt-right Johnny Appleseed.
No one knows his true identity,
date of birth, what he looks like.
That's why headlines always say, "Florida Man."
"Florida Man shoots unarmed black teenager."
"Florida Man bursts into ex's delivery room,
and fights new boyfriend as she's giving birth."
"Florida Man steals a car, goes to Checkers."
Fries!
"Florida Man beats a flamingo to death."
"Florida Man found eating another man's face."
- No. No. - Yes.
- Yes, it's true. - No.
Him, the state government… fucking cahoots.
Why would anyone even do that?
To prevent black people from coming to
and/or registering to vote in Florida, Earn. Come on.
- Of course. - Yeah.
You want to turn the music back on?
- Yeah, sure. - Yeah.
Earnest Marks. First-time offender.
Narcotics possession with intent to sell?
Um, half a joint.
Plus they said the charge don't even count,
as long as I don't get charged again.
Unless you get arrested again, not charged.
One's easier than the other.
You've already paid your entrance fee.
Yeah, my jail entrance fee.
We'll need $50 for the mandatory anti-drug class materials
and each class is $25, so that's…
$325 plus the $50,
$375 in total. Are you able to pay this amount at this time?
No.
A payment plan will be set up
for the remainder of your classes.
Please pay promptly, or a warrant
will be issued for your arrest.
Would I even have to show up for these classes
if I paid for the whole thing in full?
You can't, so let's not.
Take one of those cups by the door,
fill it up and leave it in the cupboard.
Yes. Thank you.
What flavor is a Flamin' Hot Cheeto?
Hot.
I am tasting hot.
Robbin' Season.
Christmas approaches,
and everybody got to eat.
Or be eaten.
Hey, what's up?
Yo, where you at?
I'm with Darius. We're on our way back.
Hold on, let me put you on speaker.
Nigga, take me off speaker.
Yeah.
Yo, I need you to go over to Willy's.
Why, what's wrong?
That Yvonne done called here screaming,
saying he done kidnapped her and shit.
She done called the police.
Look, just go over there and make sure he good, all right?
Earn, you got it?
- Yeah, I got it. - All right. Peace.
Can you drop me off somewhere?
Yup.
- I'll be back. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You mind if I come in here with you, bro?
The vibes here are just so intense.
Yeah, I got something for your ass. Yeah, I got…
Sure.
I'm not playing with you.
Who is it?
It's Earn.
Take your shoes off.
Y'all can't sleep here.
We're not staying here. Where's Yvonne?
That the police?
Bitch, you better hope it ain't the police.
Did you lock…
Did you lock her in there?
This is my house.
I'm supposed to be asking you,
- "What is you doing here?" - Yeah, Al sent me.
He too good to come see me now on his own? He DMX now?
No, he's on house arrest. Yvonne called.
Said she was kidnapped.
Did he happen to mention to you
that that thieving, raggedy bitch stole $50
out of my pocket while I was sleeping?
I did not, Willy.
Well, where, pray tell, is it, then, Yvonne?
We the only two motherfuckers in here.
- Did it walk out the door? - I don't know.
Maybe your stupid ass drank the $50.
I ain't drank shit. Okay?
I ain't never drank no $50 in my life.
The fuck she talking about?
She said kidnapping when she called, okay?
Kidnapping's serious. You know that, right? Willy?
Well, I must've kidnapped that bitch in 1974,
'cause she ain't been a kid in 45 years.
She in there?
No, and don't go in there. The alligator's in there.
- What? - Hmm. Vibes.
Mmm, there's an alligator in there, for real.
Give me the keys.
It's gonna take me a while to be able to find the keys.
They're right there in front of you.
Hey, uh… I-I would say nice to meet you,
but I don't believe in time as a concept,
so… I'll just say we always met.
- The police here? - You call them?
No. But Patty next door…
she quick to call.
I don't know if you remember what you said
on the phone, but kidnapping is a felony,
and if you tell that to the police,
we're in a lot of trouble.
- You take that $50? - Fuck you, Earn.
I didn't take shit.
Give this to Willy.
But make sure he gives you your change first.
If you took his $50,
give it back and keep this $100.
Thank Alfred.
Was that alligator here when I was staying here?
Who? Coach? Yeah.
Oh, shit. Shit. I-I didn't call them.
Tired of motherfuckers knocking on my door
- like they the police. Wha…? - Are you the resident here?
Man, what y'all want?
We were called about a domestic disturbance.
No. No.
No, that's the wrong house. We are not domestic.
- We not even married. - W-We didn't call, Officer.
We-we good.
Ma'am, do you live here?
No. She don't live here.
I'm fucking the bitch. That's the deal.
- Okay? No crime. - We were called.
Negative. Please step out into the lawn.
I'm gonna leave the safety of my house
to step out on the lawn with y'all for no reason?
I ain't… No. No. No.
I'm not finna do that. I know how the law work.
If you're trying to arrest me,
you got to get a complaint from her,
and then it's got to be filled out and signed.
- That's how the law works. - No, sir.
That's not how it works.
Comply or we will put you in cuffs.
Put me in what?
Willy, you-you-you better go on and talk to them.
I'm not talking to these sons of bitches about nothing,
'cause I ain't do nothing.
And if they keep on trying to act like
they're gonna come in here and get me,
then I'll let that alligator loose and
- see what they do about that. - You don't have an alligator.
- Yes, he do! - He do got an alligator.
That's the alligator man.
Them children ain't lying to you.
I'm the alligator man. Okay?
So, now, just leave me alone,
won't be no gator. All right?
We'll shoot your goddamn alligator.
Well, do it. I want to see it!
Do it!
I don't know what you trying to pull.
All I know is I ain't got
to do shit 'cause I ain't done shit.
Kiss my black ass.
Hey, how's it going? That's my uncle.
He's a veteran. Please don't shoot him.
Hey, look, we need him to step out here or we will tase him.
I know, I get it. I-I don't want this
to become a big thing, okay? Just give me five minutes,
I'll talk to him. He's not dangerous.
He's-he's just unstable, all right?
Hey… is there an alligator in there?
Yeah.
Is he friendly with you?
No.
Five-Five minutes.
- Just give me five minutes. - Shit.
Willy, you got to get out there. I don't want shit to get crazy.
I don't know, it's already crazy up in here, bro.
This nigga got a full-grown caiman in here
surrounded by chicken carcasses.
Shit's like an Azealia Banks Snapchat.
I'm on probation. I can't go to jail, all right?
If there's gonna be a shootout, I need to get out of here.
A shootout?
Nigga, I'm not crazy. I'm not Florida Man.
I just know the law.
As long as I didn't do shit, all I got to do is stay in my house.
Look, I don't know if you're high right now,
but you're getting on my last nerve.
Uh-oh.
Fulton County has no problem coming in here and cuffing all of us.
Okay? Don't be a…
Oh, hoo-hoo.
Don't be an idiot.
How you trying to tell me about myself?
You're homeless, Earn. You don't even have
a mirror to look at yourself.
Here.
I know you all about your principles…
…but can we just please, just listen to Earn
so we can get out of here. It's four cops
on the other side of that door.
You know if they come in here,
they're gonna get your ass on a whole lot of other shit.
You lying-ass bitch.
- I knew it. - You mother…
Mama, I hate you, Willy.
Don't you never come back to my house no more.
And I hope they blow your motherfuckin' ass
- to smithereens. - You better hope they do, bitch.
You better hope they do.
This nigga kidnapped me.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Really, man? Huh?
What are you wilin' out for?
- You on probation. Just leave a nigga. - Nah.
The person who owns this house
said I had to make sure you were okay.
Uh-huh.
You scared.
You got to stay on his good side now.
'Cause he's Mr. Moneybags.
Remember, Uncle Jarvis used to manage Damon when he was in that group.
Now they don't even talk no more.
'Cause you find out family is business.
No, that's not it.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
What I'm scared of is being you.
You know, someone everybody knew was smart, but ended up being
a know-it-all, fuck-up jay that just let shit happen to him.
Damn.
Uh, see, the vibe here
is just feeling more and more like jail.
So I'm gonna…
Yeah, I'll meet you in the car.
- Cool. Cool. - Cool.
I didn't do shit.
Willy.
I meant what I said, but I'm sorry I said it.
If that makes any sense.
I am scared about Al leaving me.
He don't need me like that anymore.
He's…
He's kind of a big deal.
I'm still mad at you about what happened with my mom.
That's why I had what I said locked and loaded.
You're gonna need this in the music business.
Take it.
I'm not taking that.
Nigga, I'm not asking you.
There's police all over this house.
You want to help Al or not?
And if you don't want to end up like me,
get rid of that "chip on your shoulder" shit.
It's not worth the time.
That's what I'm telling you, there's a goddamn alligator…
Yeah, I-I couldn't get him out.
He's all yours.
Willy! You coming out?
- I'm going in. - Wait.
Where's Willy?
What's up, man?
How's Willy?
Not in jail.
Want some?
Yeah.
The fuck?
What the fuduck is that?
It's a gun.
Willy gave it to me.
Nigga, and you took it?
Yeah. You told me to help him. I was helping him.
Yo, so let me get this straight.
You're holding a gun for a nigga
while 12 outside.
That shit gold.
Yo-yo, can you stash this for a little bit over here?
You better get rid of that gun, nigga.
Who-who are you?
Oh, man. That's my boy Tracy, man.
- He got out today. - Yeah. What's up, man?
You-you staying here?
Goddamn! Is you the landlord or something?
That gold shit.
Yeah, um… I'm out of here.
I'll-I'll see you.
Ah, that shit gold.
- Oh, shit. - Hey, Earn.
You good?
Yeah. I'm good.
All right, I'll catch you.
Peace, man.
Peace.