You take me away from my family, huh?
You go to hell.
After you, hoodlum.
Moms used to take me to this titty bar.
But there was this one dancer.
She went by the name of Sweets, because if you asked her nicely, she'd lick you like candy.
Told us his name was Silky.
He invited us to the party.
The St.
Geronimo robbery, they aggrieved the high-level gangsters.
And they're not going to stop till they make sure they get everybody that was involved.
Honey, I'm expecting you to keep this contained.
were found at the scene of the now-robbery homicide.
Everybody be normal, go back to your normal lives.
We ain't gonna make no waves, we ain't gonna talk to nobody, and we ain't gonna say shit about this robbery.
It's 2 to 1.
Count again, nigga.
But if he ain't at his house, Chicken Man could be anywhere.
Flood the streets with money.
Somebody had to drop a dime on that son of a bitch.
Perhaps you heard about last night's robbery.
Anyone sold you any stolen items?
Man, I'd be mighty dumb so soon after a heist, I wouldn't.
If you want to hate me right now, then so be it.
But you know, just like I know that we're better together.
Let me get things square.
Can't just sit back and do nothing.
If I do that, I'm gonna look guilty as hell.
This place ain't that bad, right?
we are supposed to be the baddest niggas in america and we got robbed in front of a bunch of bitches and we didn't do nothing open up it's the big bad wolf chicken frank is gonna fucking kill us
supposed to catch anything with all that racket?
Temps ain't no racket.
Music send vibrations through the water, drawing the fish to the surface.
What dime-store novel you read that bullshit in?
Damn it.
I got some big ones.
Told you.
Probably caught a good year of tide.
It's heavy as shit.
Damn it.
How big is it?
Well, it ain't no fish.
It's only gonna be temporary.
You hear me?
You're gonna be back home before you know it, I promise you.
I just need you to trust me on this one, Faye.
I got a plan.
If your husband brought his mistress to your family home, would you trust you?
Come on, Faye, it ain't like that.
Don't blame me for no fault.
Look, Faye, you know who I was before you married me.
Yeah.
Told myself he just... he just being a man.
He loves me.
He loved me so much, he'd keep that shit away.
I'm sorry, Faye.
Only thing I'm worried about right now is protecting my family, that's it.
Then tell me what happened at that party.
And leave no stone unturned.
Okay.
Hello, uh, Miss Hayes, this is, uh, Detective J.D.
Hudson with the Atlanta PD.
Forgive me for calling you at this early hour.
I picked up Tommy yesterday on suspicion of robbery.
Yes, ma'am.
That was me.
That's not why I'm calling you right now.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
There's no easy way to say this.
Your son was found dead earlier in the interrogation room.
He, uh, apparently hung himself.
And, uh... I want to assure you, ma'am, there's gonna be a full investigation.
Miss Hayes, are you there?
Ma'am, my sincerest apologies.
I can only imagine how devastated you must be, losing a child in this way.
But please know that the department...
Miss Ace, hello?
Sis, we're fine.
I'm telling you the truth.
Yes, I promise.
No, we don't need to come to your place.
It's not that bad.
It's really not.
It's just temporary.
Till... Gordon figures some things out.
Look, I gotta go and get these kids ready.
No, you don't.
What's that?
Your sister doing a bunch of squawking?
She just word.
Yeah, I bet she is.
Is that Silky?
No, I don't know.
Now, Faye, look, there ain't no need for us to panic, okay?
Okay, so what else am I supposed to do?
They just pulled a body out of the river with the same Christian name and age as your oldest known friend.
The same friend that helped you plan the damn party that got robbed.
First of all, lower your voice.
Okay, now, why don't you go and take these kids down there to that motel office.
Let them get a soda right now.
Y'all come on.
Y'all get up.
Go get your shoes on.
Okay.
Come on, Daddy's got some work to do.
Hurry up.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
All right, come on.
Good job.
We found these IDs in the basement at the party house.
We got Missouri Slim out of Kansas City, Mushmouth Rowe out of Detroit, and Bunker Willis coming from Chicago.
A few witnesses mentioned they were heavy hitters present.
Gentlemen, they don't get no heavier than this.
Detective Hudson, you've got a call on line two.
He says he's got info on the man they found in the Chattahoochee.
Hey, hang on just a minute.
Yeah.
Hudson.
Hey, this is Chicken Man.
Goodbye.
Hold down.
Wait a minute, now.
Wait.
You see that body that the state troopers pulled out the Chattahoochee?
That's my friend, Raymond Armstrong.
What you trying to tell me, Chicken?
He hired me to throw the fight party.
And now he dead.
Look here, I can't believe I'm about to say what I'm about to say, but, um...
I need your help.
Armstrong.
Pretty common name.
How you so sure it's your friend?
Because I ain't seen him since the goddamn party.
Right.
Now he's dead.
So what you saying?
I'm saying you got the black mafia at your party, right?
Maybe your friend got greedy.
Figures he's got some of the richest men in the country in one room.
He'll take them down and then set you up for the fall.
I told you we got robbed.
I was face down on the goddamn ground worried about if I was gonna get a bullet in my back, and I see my goddamn family again.
Chiggy, what am I doing down here, man?
I think there's a different play.
I think if you and I were to work together... Come on.
Okay, come on, now.
Look, I'm being serious.
Okay.
I'm being serious.
Hit me up.
Go ahead, go ahead.
Save me out.
All right.
I know Atlanta like the back of my hand.
And when it comes to these pushers and players, I know one thing.
They ain't gonna talk to no goddamn cop.
Don't matter about the color of your skin.
Now, you can use my help if you wanna figure out who these robbers are.
I could be your eyes and ears on this whole thing.
I ain't worried about your eyes and your ears.
I'm worried about your mouth.
Everything that come out of it is a lie.
Oh, come on.
It's just hustle and game.
Come on, man.
Why should I trust you?
Because I ain't robbing no goddamn body.
That's why.
You said it yourself.
You said that... You said that somebody set me up.
Did you not say that?
Have you seen what they did to Silky?
What the fuck you think they gonna do to me?
Hang on.
Silky?
That's Raymond Armstrong's, what, his street name or something?
Yes.
Why?
Hey.
Hudson, come on, now.
Get in.
Shit.
Hey, so does this mean to be good or what?
This is great.
Thank y'all so much for coming, I appreciate your time.
My secretary will be in touch, all right?
Thank y'all.
Let's see, I like that jacket.
Senator Johnson, I thought that was you.
Hey, Ms.
Moten, are you in residence in this fine establishment?
Yeah, presidential suite.
It's kind of on par with the plaza.
Please, please, join me.
Really glad I ran into you.
You know, I'm having a bit of an issue, and I'm hoping you could give me some assistance.
What's your issue?
Well, I got my eye on a piece of property in College Park.
Made a bid.
Everything was everything.
Then the Department of Zoning and Development pops in, and next thing I know, my deal tits up.
Now, from what I understand, you're the HNIC around here.
So you think you could help a brother out?
I'd be glad to incentivize you.
You want to incentivize me?
Well, not you personally, but I'm sure your constituents have projects and things, could use a little financial fertilizer.
Frank, why are you so interested in that area?
I see potential.
I'm sure a man with your keen business sense would.
I mean, the airport, who?
It's right there, Frank.
Yeah, and Atlanta's growing.
The airport gonna have to eventually catch up.
And a new airport, now correct me if I'm wrong, that's big business.
Because you have construction, you have leisure, you have hospitality.
Venture like that'll turn our little city into a major one.
Any businessman with a claim to that land, boy, they gonna make quite a penny.
Uh-uh.
Now, looking at it as a business venture, I see it more as an investment in Atlanta's bright future.
There's no reason why you shouldn't be that businessman.
I mean, look at you.
You're self-made, Frank.
You're black.
You're a Georgia boy.
You know, I can see the headlines now that Prodigal Son returns to stake his claim.
Boy, that shit right itself, don't it, Frank?
I don't remember mentioning being from Georgia.
Oh, you didn't have to.
See, Frank, I wouldn't be good at my job if I didn't do my due diligence.
You know, when I run into you and that two-bit hustler and my beloved Sully, well, I made some phone calls, and, uh, Frank, you can parade around Atlanta in your $1,000 suits and your $500 loafers and your high-minded New York sensibilities, but you and I both know what you really are.
See, we can't be seen to do business with no criminals.
You understand that, right?
Speaking of due diligence, what do you call those crooked crackers your black ass is seen to be doing business with?
You enjoy the rest of your stay.
I certainly will.
What's happening, baby?
Right here, now.
What you doing here?
This here is a train ticket to Houston.
All right?
Now, you getting out of Dodge tonight.
Yeah, you know what?
I'm gonna split in a few days, right?
I gotta get with my man first, get my cut, then head over to the bowling alley, pick my check up.
You don't understand.
These gangster niggas put a bounty on your head.
They paid me a visit.
They the real deal.
Like I ain't.
Now, you got one move, son, and that's run.
And don't look back.
You know, I tell you, if your little narrow ass isn't round here tomorrow, I'm gonna shoot you myself.
All right.
I said, all right.
Thank you.
Tonight.
All right.
Tonight, now.
All right.
Well, you know I can come with you, right?
You know how I feel for you, Andre.
Yeah?
Come here.
I got something for you, all right?
Close your eyes.
For me?
Yeah.
Don't peek now.
Mm-hmm.
Keep them closed.
All right.
Turn around.
I told you to keep your eyes closed.
All right, you done seen it now.
Come here.
Give me your arm.
Just gonna hold on to this for me till I get back, all right?
So, wait.
I ain't going with you?
Look, it ain't safe out here for you, all right?
I gotta protect you.
I want you to stay here.
Nigga, don't try to play me like no fool.
You think I don't know I'm a side dish?
Hmm?
Who you taking with you?
That little bony bitch from Carleport?
Look, you know where this is, all right?
I ain't got time for all this shit you doing right now.
I'm straight.
You done lost your mind.
Get your funky ass off my lawn.
Fuck you, Andre!
Get on.
Get in here.
We told you I had to stay away from the new spot.
You make sure nobody follow you.
I look stupid?
Hey, what's going on?
It's only been two days.
We gotta lay low.
I need somewhere to stay.
My mom lost her job again.
What's that on your eye?
It's nothing.
Hey.
Oh, no.
Let me see that now.
You're getting whacked upside your head.
Don't look like nothing.
Was it the landlord again?
The landlord?
The landlord beatin' your ass to live?
Where the fuck y'all at?
Y'all niggas in aqua trials or some shit?
Look, it ain't funny, nigga.
I'm all black.
All right.
Look.
I'm gonna get by there and talk to him, all right?
Just give me a couple days.
I'm by your mama sometime, all right?
No.
Fuck that.
We gonna do this shit right now.
Supposed to be laying low.
The rent ain't gonna pay itself.
Good morning, ma'am.
I'm Detective J.D.
Hudson with the Atlanta Police Department.
This is my colleague, Gordon Williams.
He's consulting on the case.
We're just wondering if Deborah might be home.
I spoke with her a couple days ago, and I just had some follow-up questions.
Shame on you.
Talking to an underage girl without her parents' permission is against the law.
I saw that on Dragnet.
Ma'am, I had no idea that she was a minor.
Mm-hmm.
Well, given the adult nature of the affair, the alcohol... What?
No, no, no.
Debra's not in any kind of trouble in any way, I assure you.
That's just how y'all trick people.
Oh, my Lord.
Now, I hate to cut you guys off, but I got a question.
Is that Mother Henny right there?
You knew Mother Henny?
Henrietta.
That's her real name.
Had one of the sharpest tongues I've been around.
This woman would love you one minute, then turn on you like the wind the next.
That was Granny.
Say what now?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, my Lord.
Well, my condolences.
Oh, I remember she used to make some of the best sweet tea.
I still got the recipe.
Ain't as good as hers, though.
Hold on now.
I sure wouldn't love to trouble you for a glass, as me and my partner are a little parched.
Mm-hmm.
You know, if I may, I just want to take the time to apologize on my colleague's behalf.
He can, um...
He can be a little uncouth, right?
Words can come off a little sharp.
Not lying to you, man.
We're just here for some information.
Hopefully that information can help us with the case that we're dealing with.
Yeah.
Now, Deborah, you remember us talking after the party that followed the Ali fight, right?
Party?
The one that got robbed?
You was supposed to be at your friend's house.
So what you're saying to me is that my Deborah was at that low-life function?
Well, I don't think we should... I don't think we should call it low-life.
I'm hearing it was quite fine.
People in Atlanta, they're referring to it as the Black Vegas.
Let's try to stay focused.
Oh, yeah, but I think she should have content.
Ms.
Mark, that's what they're saying.
They're saying Black Vegas.
Okay.
Can you tell me any more details about this Silky guy?
Uh, he was a big guy with the Silk Press.
His, uh, Christian name, God-given name, was Raymond Armstrong.
Wait a minute.
Ain't that the man they pulled out the river this morning?
Yes, ma'am.
Yeah.
That's all over Channel 2.
It is, ma'am.
Um, what along the night?
Tell me about Silky's behavior.
Was he, uh, calm?
Was he, uh, nervous?
Did he seem distracted?
I don't know.
He just seemed like a guy who was ready to party.
Did you notice him interacting with anybody?
I mean, did he appear to signal somebody or something like that?
To be honest, when we was outside, I wasn't paying him no mind, because there was this really cute fellow that we spoke to down the road.
Debra.
No, no, just tell me something else about this cute fellow.
Oh, he had a go-to like you.
Don't make me blush.
What you blushing for?
Well, clearly saying that he looks like me.
Oh, no, he didn't look anything like you.
He was real tall, light-complected, with good hair.
Okay.
He was fine, just like Billy Dee.
Got it.
I don't think you need to write all that down.
No, I'm just writing down the opposite of you.
Got it.
Not chicken, man.
So, did, uh, Billy D and Silky appear to know each other?
Nah.
Nah, they didn't know each other.
We asked for directions, because we heard that this was gonna be the foxyest party of the year.
People calling it the Black Vegas.
Mm-hmm.
And then when we all found out where it was, he still wasn't too keen on going.
It's like he was fine just lounging on his car.
His car?
OK.
Well, you remember what kind of car it was?
It was a Chevelle.
It was yellow, and it had custom racing tires.
Custom.
OK.
Well, um, I think that's enough for now.
Appreciate you, ma'am.
Thank you for allowing us to come into your home, and, uh, we'll get out of your hair.
Hey, that Mother Henny thing, that was good.
Let me tell you a little something about Mother Henny.
You know, she was one of my best customers back in the day.
Every week, she'd bring me a glass of that sweet tea, and then she'd play some bet.
I thought you was just bullshitting in there.
Oh, J.D., I done told you, old Atlanta's my playground.
You'd be hard-pressed to find somebody that ain't running old chicken.
Uh-huh.
How's the tea?
God-awful.
Tastes like somebody put a bunch of sugar in piss.
Where we off to now?
Well...
This pretty boy driving a Chevelle.
What's he doing just hanging out by himself when the foxyest party of the year is happening just up the street?
Could be the getaway car.
There's only about three shops on the south side that can do that kind of custom work.
Let's check him out.
All right.
Didn't I tell your ass to leave town?
Kept my eyes on the party house, just in case the chicken came back to the coop.
Honestly, I'm surprised anybody came back.
But, uh... Oh!
Well... Just what in the hell am I gonna do with you?
So, sweets, is it?
Only if you're tipping big, sugar.
What your mama name you?
Vivian.
When a man does what Chicken Man did for you down in that basement, willing to take a bullet or a beating to protect the dignity of his woman,
That's love, no?
He don't love nobody but himself.
But I guess you don't know him like you think you do.
Fair enough.
But you do.
24 hours after the robbery, and you back at the scene of the crime.
Ooh, you're a boy when I ask.
I don't know where Chicken is, OK?
He ain't done.
He ain't coming back.
Not unless we give him a reason to.
If you don't love him, like you say, there ain't no sense in you protecting him.
Chicken didn't rob you.
He didn't want nothing more than just to work for you.
That's all he wanted.
And I don't want nothing more than for you to call that motherfucker.
But I ain't gonna ask for once.
This place here look like a dead end.
It's further out than the other two shots.
Stay in the car.
Come on, now.
Sir, excuse me.
Hey, now.
I'm looking for the owner of this establishment.
Guilty as charged.
You're looking at him, man.
All right, great.
I'm wondering if you have any customers who drive a yellow Chevy Chevelle?
Custom, maybe racing tires, chrome, like that?
Ain't nobody I know that, uh, rode around in a car like that, man.
Oh, apologies.
I didn't introduce myself.
I'm Detective J.D.
Hudson.
Ah.
Yeah, I'm investigating the Collier Heights robbery.
Okay.
So, hello, Chevelle Custom, Chrome.
Now, listen, I... I ain't missed a day in 23 years, man.
I think I know my customers.
I'm not questioning your business, Acumen.
I just, uh... wondering if you might be withholding some information.
Now, why in the hell would I do that?
Maybe you're protecting somebody.
Okay, I'm not the bad guy here.
You do not want them... Hey, JD.
Look just like I didn't really be Motherfucker, how in the hell you gonna come in here and shift around through my shit No, you shouldn't do my shit.
Just if you could please just help me both of you Take your asses out of my shop right now.
All right, we got to go.
Come on now.
Hold on now JD He didn't answer your question.
We got to go and I'm not answering the goddamn course That's okay
Almost had it until you butted in.
Oh, come on, now.
Need to say thank you.
I'm the one that found Billy Dee in the first place.
Listen, your ass, she has had no business searching the man's place.
We ain't got a warrant.
And newsflash, you ain't a cop.
I ain't say I was.
Then how do we even know that's our guy?
Tell you what, it sure was good looking, wasn't it?
It wasn't that Chevelle.
It didn't seem like that owner had something to hide from you.
I'm going to tell you this one time.
He didn't seem like he had something to hide.
I'm going to tell you this one time, chicken man.
You leave the investigating to the professionals.
We doing this my way.
That means you keep your mouth shut and you don't say shit unless I tell you to.
And that's it.
You hear me?
Go on, yeah.
You the man.
That's what you wanna hear, you the man.
Go on.
So what now, Mr. Man?
How long we gonna sit out here?
Not long.
How you doing?
Saw you, uh... Rubber-necking back there at the shop pretty good.
So, law against that?
No, no.
Just, uh... Get the sense you know who it is we're looking for.
Okay, man.
I ain't no snitch.
Well, I'm gonna have to conduct a field interview.
I got a lot of questions.
And, uh...
Seeing as it's about quitting time, it's a one-way street, your boss probably gonna be coming by any minute.
Whether you answer these questions or not, I'm gonna be writing.
I'm gonna be nodding.
And that's gonna be you snitching.
So... I never liked a pretty motherfucker anyway.
He stole my girl, Warner.
These light-skinned niggas are the worst.
Ain't that the truth.
It's light-skinned, got a name.
What the fuck you want, little nigga?
Huh?
Oh, you want another ass-whooping?
This time, your little ass gonna pick a switch.
Huh?
What the hell you looking at him for?
Oh, you got your little boyfriend?
Nah.
He ain't my type.
What about you, Ray?
This old mud-mouth motherfucker float your boat?
I don't get no complaints from his mama.
I'm his mama's favorite dish.
Yeah.
Go on, little pussy.
Hey, yo, my man.
What did you say about that little nigga mama again?
I said... ...his mama... ...is a right-faced hoe.
Alright.
Your turn.
I think he had enough.
Enough?
Ray, this nigga is fucking your mama.
He done beat your ass.
Go over there.
Kick this nigga.
Give him what the fuck he deserves.
You hear me?
Where you going?
These niggas gonna do something?
Y'all gonna do something?
That nigga ain't gonna do nothing.
Come on.
Yeah, he should be good.
You want a burger or some shit?
We got some time.
Lamar's on a mission for me, so why don't you and yours bag the chicken man when she lures him in?
Sound like a good plan, Frank.
Cool.
Is there something else?
How about thank you for bagging the yard birds, bitch?
That'll suffice.
How about next time I ask you to do something, you get to wax out your fucking ears and just do it?
Yes, boss.
It's time to go, Matt.
I need my 20 grand.
Now.
Hold on, hold on, now.
Now, look, New York's coming to split up the money.
We gotta hold until then, all right?
You stick around, you just waiting for a tow tag.
Now, these gangsta motherfuckers got a bounty on our hands.
The fuck you talking about, a bounty?
Dead or alive, Jack.
Now, if you think I'm jiving, you're gonna find out the hard way.
But I tell you what, I will not be here with you.
Look, you the smartest nigga I know, Matt.
It's time to get a clue.
We gotta split.
Man, hold on.
You know what?
Dig this.
I'm leaving town tonight.
With or without you.
And the way I see it, I'm gonna be broke and desperate.
I might have to get back to riding.
And let's just hope I don't get pinched.
Because if I do, and them pigs start asking some questions...
His name is Andre Muse.
He did a big stick-up job.
And he kept some of the jewelry for himself.
But, um... He's planning on skipping town.
How do I know you ain't jiving me?
Because he tried to pawn this off on me.
He got it from the Hall.
The Hall?
What you know about that?
Look, I just helped him buy some rope to tie some people up with.
But I swear, I ain't know who he was robbing.
Address.
This is your money.
You earned that shit.
Look, he ain't know who he was robbing either.
Hey, Andre?
Mm-hmm?
Hold on.
Okay, Detective J.D.
Hudson, Atlanta PD.
We just want to ask you a couple questions.
What the fuck is your country ass doing here?
Hold on now, Andre.
Easy now.
Who sent you?
How you find me?
And you gonna bring this pig to my house, nigga?
Hey.
You begging for a bullet, ain't you?
Andre, listen, listen.
We the only two brothers in this city that don't want you dead, all right?
Just hear us out, okay?
Drop your pistols.
Look, man.
I said throw down your goddamn pistols.
Look, look.
Okay, okay, okay.
I ain't got none.
All right, go on top.
Speak your piece.
All right, look here.
Look here.
Andre, we know you robbed that party, right?
Okay, but there's some dangerous cats out here looking, and they're trying to hunt you down right now.
You hear me?
Enough of that shit, all right?
Now, you shut the fuck up.
You keep flopping those black-ass lips, I'm gonna blow them off your face.
You understand?
Andre, listen, listen, man.
Now, don't make this worse on yourself than it already is, all right?
Let me help you out.
Oh, shit!
Black hands!
Oh, no!
Look at you, Andre.
I'm on your side, all right?
And I'm trying to help you.
We gotta go.
Huh?
We gotta go.
Come on.
Babe, go.
Look.
Head west, find a road.
Get out of here, chicken.
I gotta call this in.
Hey, go.
You sure?
Go on now.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
More carnage.
What the hell happened, Hudson?
Allah.
I received a credible tip that one of the robbery suspects was residing in the trailer about a quarter mile east of here.
And during questioning, some shooters creeped up on us in the woods.
They opened fire, lit the place up.
Good lord.
The suspect returned fire.
He killed one of the men.
I engaged.
I dropped one of them, too.
There was another exchange of fire, and it culminated right here in this spot.
Well, there's your suspect talking.
That's him right there.
You gave your word that you would keep this contained.
Chief, the last thing I wanted was more bloodshed.
What's this man doing nosing around my case?
Well, it looks like you could use all the help you can get.
Not from him, I don't.
No shame in admitting.
You ain't over your head.
Ain't nobody talking to you, Mason.
All right, gentlemen, this ain't the time.
So what's your problem is, Hudson?
Oh, what's my problem?
You're too close to this.
Gentlemen.
You more worried about saving all these niggas or something?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Your wife is talking to that boy.
My wife would've shot you up right there.
Get your niggas out of here right now.
Let him go.
I'll hang you from a tree, boy.
Fuck you, Mason.
You are over the line, honey.
I'm over the line?
Man calls me a nigga, and I'm over the line.
You took it too far.
All right.
Your gun and your badge, you're suspended, Hudson.
What?
You hit a fellow officer in front of me, you're suspended.
Badge and gun.
That's an order, detective.
And here's some breaking news with Logelk's out in the field.
Shocking violence tonight in the southwest Atlanta woods, leaving three people dead in its wake.
Suspicions abound that this may be connected to the Black Mafia robbery that occurred after the Muhammad Ali James Maury fight.
Details are still incoming.
We will make sure to keep you updated.
Come on.
Hey, Faye.
Hey, the kid's okay?
Oh, Gordon.
Thank you, Lord Jason.
Look, Gordon, they sent somebody else and dad on the news, okay?
I thought it was you.
No.
No, no, no, baby.
I didn't do no goddamn shooting.
Look, Gordon, I'm terrified, okay?
I can't do this no more.
No, no, no.
Listen to me.
Listen.
I understand, baby, but you gotta... You just gotta sit tight for me, okay?
Right now, all I'm worried about is just clearing my name.
Okay, we need to leave town tonight.
We can go to my sister's house in Birmingham.
No, babe, we're not going to no goddamn Birmingham.
You hear me?
We're not running.
This is our home.
Look, I... I know a woman that told me one time, she told me that doubt is the devil's drug.
Hey, Ada.
and finish the sermon for me.
And faith is that like son?
That's my girl.
Now look, I gotta make one more stop, and after that, I'm coming straight to you.
Just sit tight.
I love you.
Our next stop's in goddamn town.
I hear from more than three people that you're out here looking for me.
Chicken.
You're no chicken.
Be a hush.
I'm sorry.
Sorry?
What are you sorry about?
If it ain't dead from this chicken there, you dead now, motherfucker.
Bye for now.