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Hey, Nancy.

Happy New Year's.

Thanks for watching Sean.

Uh, could Sean sleep over tonight?

We just need some alone time.

Okay, thanks.

Nancy, I'll call you back.

What happened?

Exactly, what happened?

You don't know, 'cause I kept this from you, baby.

I'm so sorry.

I found him flushing these. Hey, back up.

Oh, fuck!

-And you're so pissed. -I am so pissed at you.

How could you leave drugs in the house

-without telling me, you dick? -Such a dick.

How many of y'all are in my house?

Y'all are rolling deep as Adele.

Let's go!

-Oh, okay, okay. -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Um, where is our-- our credit card and wallet?

Uh, it's on the coffee table in the house.

Can I at least give him a shirt, please?

-I would love a shirt. -Ma'am, step back, please.

-Okay, all right, man! -He is freezing!

Can I at least give him my jacket?

All right.

-Okay, give him a jacket. -Hold on.

Hold these.

Happy New Year's.

-Hey, baby. -Hey.

I mean, it's a little romantic, right?

All right, let's go.

Um, do you want me to get you a toothbrush

-or toiletries or anything? -Let's go!

I'm not going to summer camp, baby, I'm going to jail.

I don't know--what is our online banking password?

Baby, I'm not gonna yell that on the street!

Happy New Year.

Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

My keys!

Before we begin, let me remind you.

You don't know these people.

Stick with me and I'll guide you.

We were so close to the way we had hoped for our lives to be,

so I remind me don't let no brick walls divide you.

I have to be strong for these minutes,

tough mom to these bitches.

It might just break me, but I was born to sew stitches.

So, Lord, help me, I will show just how solid

I roll with my business.

Ya dig?

-Hey. -Hey, baby.

You know you left your keys in that jacket, right?

Yeah, I know.

Are there gonna be any charges?

Yeah, there's gonna be charges, baby.

They found me with a bag of drugs.

Mr. Wallace saw the raid and we can't get evicted, Miles.

We'll never get another apartment in the Bay.

-We need to move. -I know, I know.

Look, I called my mom.

She said you and Sean can move over there

with her and Trish just until the hearing.

So just do that, you know?

Dust off that hood pass, girl.

It's not dusty.

Okay, so maybe it's got, like, a little,

a little layer, thin layer.

Thin, little visible layer of dust.

Okay, well, good.

Sean can stay in his school district on her address.

That, plus my paycheck,

and I think I should be straight till you're out.

Yeah.

And when is that, you think?

A month?

Damn it.

We were so far away from this shit.

Dual income, new place.

We just leased that fucking car.

Yeah, and we never got to fuck

on our brand-new couch that we just got.

What's that shit called?

It got the little buttons on it, it's um...

-Tufted? -Tufted.

The mustard tufted lounge sofa.

We still need to break that in.

Break it in, damn right. I'ma break you in, girl.

-You nasty. -You nasty.

Yeah, well,

I'll be nasty in February, I guess.

Yeah.

Are you scared?

Ooh, baby.

Nah! Nah.

Yeah, baby, I'm scared as fuck.

What you talking about? Uh...

What're we gonna tell Sean?

Nothing. Just not right now, okay?

Just let me get settled.

-All right. -Oh, what about Trish?

I can't survive too many days with your sister.

I can try to talk to her,

try to taper some of that shit off.

But a certain amount of fuckery

is inevitable with my sister, okay?

Miles, establish a fuckery cap!

Ma'am,

watch your mouth, or you will be removed.

Uh, fuck you talking about, watch her mouth?

Shut your little bitch-ass up!

You little midget-ass motherfucker,

little camp counsel looking-ass bitch.

He says we're sorry.

Very passionate about apologies in our family.

Rent-a-cop motherfucker.

-Miles, get down. -"American Psycho" bitch-ass.

-Sit down Miles. -Come over here and get your ass knocked the fuck out.

Are you done?

I just don't like it when people talk to you like that.

What?

Look, you should probably go.

Call Yorkie and the boys and have them help you move.

Yeah, if Yorkie can try not to fuck someone

long enough to lift a box.

-I believe in him. -I believe in him too.

He's not a myth. He's just a ho.

Hell, yeah.

I love you.

Look at me.

I love you. You'll be fine.

Avoid the bullshit, okay?

Yeah.

Okay? Goodbye?

Yeah, go.

Bye, baby.

Goodbye.

I still don't wanna leave. I like my room.

But you love Grandma's.

And Grandma says she needs a tough guy, just like you.

Is Dad gonna come to Grandma's?

Um,

Dad is with Uncle Collin in Montana,

and they are doing a very, very big move.

But as soon as he can, he will be home.

-Okay. -Okay.

What is that, Mommy?

Uh, you know, nothing,

but why don't you go in the other room and--

quick, Sean, put on your gi for class,

and then after that we can go see Grandma and Tía Trish.

Go, go, go!

Yes! Tía!

Yes. Oh, God.

Um...

Smashley Rose, what's up, bitch?

I hear you was talking shit the other night.

Holy shit, Janelle?

Yeah!

-You're back? -Yes, girl!

When did you get back?

I thought Nancy was supposed to pick us up.

No, no, no, I figured I'd surprise you.

Shit, you know, Mom's got, like,

some new tenant dude moving into Collin's old room today.

-Just some guy? -Yeah.

Some dude that's about to be on house arrest in our house.

Girl, I don't know. You know Nancy, so...

-Yo, that Janelle? -What's up?

All right? It's been, like, five years!

-Hey, Yorkie. -Yo, you looking all

-exotic and shit. -Oh, thanks, Yorkie.

All right, you know I'm just trying

to get my jungle fever on.

-What's up? -Okay.

Nothing the fuck is up, Yorkie.

Can we talk for two seconds

without you trying to figure out

what your dick has to do with it?

-Oh! -And stop being so creepy.

I'm not being creepy. I'm confident, what you mean?

Bye, nigga, thank you. Next contestant.

-All right, okay. -Okay.

Uh, you heard about Miles?

Ooh, girl.

Obviously, I heard about Miles.

I mean, Miles, really? Like, come on, now, bruh.

Girl, come on, don't do that. You don't know.

Damn. Sorry.

Look, hey, man, you don't need to apologize

-for speaking your truth. -Mm.

And, you know, I'm always here to listen, so...

Yorkie, why are you like this?

Uh, what you want us to do with this couch?

Can I have it? It matches my wallpaper.

No, put it in the garage

with everything else, opportunist ass.

I, like, really fucks with mid-century modern.