Atlanta

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 an 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's the storage closet at?

Fuck.

Mm-hmm. Fuck with me. Mm-hmm.

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.