Atlanta (2016) s03e02 Episode Script

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Oh, fuck.
Do you know where, um
my underwear or my belt is?
Uh
Do you speak English?
Oh!
I need it!
I-I need it.
Yo.
You here?
I'm still in Copenhagen.
Uh, is Al with you?
No. That nigga's in jail.
What? What happened?
I have no idea.
I've been roaming the streets.
High since twilight.
Darius
This city is my Jesus.
Darius, listen,
I-I I got a text from Van.
She's saying she's
she's in Amsterdam.
I'm confused.
A-Are you confused?
'Cause I'm confused.
Yeah. I'll deal
with Alfred when I land.
I need you to pick up Van
from the station, be
Hello?
Baby mama drama.
Sorry, coming through. Sorry.
Sorry, miss.
I'm gonna let him through.
All right. Go ahead.
Yeah. Thank you.
Excuse me, sir.
I have to pat you down.
Lift up your hands, please.
I can't.
Why not?
I lost my belt.
And my underwear.
I'm sorry, sir.
I can't let you through if
you don't lift your hands.
Turn around.
Goedemorgen!
And welcome to Amsterdam!
Otherwise known as the
Venice of the North.
Hey.
Hey.
Um, Earn kind of got held up, but, um
Okay.
You my ride?
Yes.
Aren't you cold?
I'm fine. They lost my luggage.
Oh. Well, here, you can wear mine.
I mean, I have been
wearing it for eight days.
- Nine days.
- No, I'm
I'm good. You should keep it.
It looks good on you. Thanks.
Or, um, we can go find you one.
Got the driver for the day.
You have a driver?
Yeah. Earn hooked it up.
That tour clout.
Yeah. Let's go.
So
how's Lottie?
She's actually, mm she's good.
She's fine. She's with
my parents right now.
Mm.
And you and Earn?
You guys gonna
pop out another baby?
I have a boyfriend.
Oh.
Yeah.
Why? Are you and Earn planning on
popping out a baby, too?
Um
I can't procreate.
I had my balls crushed
when I was a kid in Nigeria.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Nah, it's okay.
Long time ago.
You ever seen the movie Foodfight!?
No.
Mm. Check out the trailer.
It's
it's intense.
Thanks.
Mm-hmm.
Dirk?
Dirk?
Yeah.
I'm Earn.
Paper Boi's manager.
Oh, my God! Hey!
My name is Dirk. Nice to meet you.
We are so fucking excited for tonight.
Yeah. The show is sold
out, you know that?
- Ah.
- Sinterklaas come early this year.
Hey, listen up. We got
an idea. We were thinking
Paper Boi can maybe wear this
to take some pictures with fans.
What do you think? Here.
With the feather.
Yeah, he's not gonna do that.
- No?
- No.
Okay.
No worries. Who's this?
This is my taxi driver.
Cool.
He's gonna need to be paid.
It's in the rider.
It's about 40 euros, not including tip.
Okay. I pay 40 euro.
Hey, while I got you here, um,
everything is on time from Helsinki.
We're just missing the music laptop.
What?
I assumed it was with you guys, so
No, we
Oh, gezondheid.
Gezondheid!
How long do we have
to get the music here?
To be safe, six hours?
Six hours. Got it.
Also, Paper Boi needs a
slight increase in his advance
before the concert tonight.
He's gonna need about 20K. In cash.
Uh, 20K when?
Right now.
- Here.
- Thank you.
20K.
Your first time in Amsterdam?
Uh, no. We actually
played a smaller venue
last year. Yeah.
- Yeah. It's cool here, no?
- Yeah.
And the weed is verbazingwekkend good.
And we tolerate people.
Nothing like America.
- Hey, see you tonight, guy.
- See you tonight.
I'm gonna need, uh
some money for another cab.
This place has
tiny steps.
Thoughts?
Mm.
Wait a minute.
Hey, come a little closer.
Yeah, you might want to take that off.
It got gasoline on it.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, um,
I'm sorry about mentioning Earn.
I just, um I don't do
well with small talk and
stuff like that.
You can ask me something real.
Hmm.
Why are you here?
I was up for this job that I wanted
and I didn't get it, so
thought I'd come here and
figure it out.
I'm gonna get this one.
Yeah, it's nice.
What's that?
Looks like an address.
Ooh.
Yeah, I know exactly what this is.
You have to follow it.
It's destiny.
I'm down.
Say no mo'.
Let the bodies hit the floor.
Man, y'all charging me for this shit?
No cost. Whatever you like.
- For real?
- Mm-hmm.
Fuck. A'ight, cool. A'ight, man, uh
I'm-a get that potato mash, man.
Would you recommend the
schnitzel or the bean soup?
- The bean soup. You like it.
- The bean soup.
All right, let me get one
of the bean soups, man.
Um, look, y'all got
Coke here Coca-Cola?
- Coca-Cola.
- Yes.
- Yes, the real one.
- All right, uh,
can I get some ice with that, too?
- Uh, yes. Uh, cubes?
- Yeah, oh, cube, man.
Not crushed. I don't
want to chew my water.
Uh, y'all got hot sauce, right?
Yes. It's, uh, very spicy,
so maybe, uh, not too much.
Man, please, I'm from A.
Whatever you want.
Appreciate it.
Damn, them niggas don't let up, do they?
What they saying, man?
Uh, they say "Free Paper Boi."
"Free Paper Boi"?
A'ight, I fuck with that.
A'ight, man. Thank you, bruh.
- Excuse me, Mr. Miles?
- Al, man.
Oh, uh, your bail has been
paid, so you're free to go.
My bail's been p
What's your name, man?
Uh, uh, Fons.
- F-Fons?
- Yes.
Frons. Frons?
Hey, man, look, I'm-a
get my lunch first.
A'ight? And, um
just wake me up from my nap
when it get here, a'ight?
Yes, whatever you want.
And can you turn the
thermostat down a little bit?
It's a little warm.
- Yeah.
- I appreciate that.
Should I turn off the light?
Oh, that'd be great, man. Yeah.
- Thank you. All right.
- Okay. S-See you.
Night, night.
Van? Uh, this look like somebody else.
Yeah, let's go.
You crazy. Wait.
What are you gonna say?
I'm gonna ask who this coat belonged to.
Hey. You're right on time.
Luke told me the van broke down.
Is he the driver?
He's the photographer.
The driver's actually
is still in the van.
You have the address, right?
'Cause I think we're running late.
- Oh, yes, yes.
- Yeah.
Uh, nah. I'm-I'm good, man. Thank you.
Yeah, man, I'm just saying, like,
whatever that fabric
softener is, bro, like
it's fantastic.
Y-You let them know
that. That's what it
What up, man?
Gesundheit.
Hey, man, you got that
thing I asked you for?
Oh, y-yeah.
Um
Bail was mad cheap, though, so
getting kind of nervous.
Oh, thanks, man. I appreciate that.
Hey!
Hey, hey. Hey!
There you go, baby.
How y'all be?
They love me here, man.
- You okay?
- No.
Fuck was up with that
midget, Don King-looking
baby back there?
Hi.
What's with all the blackface?
- Blackface?
- Oh, nigga,
stop acting like you don't know what
Black black, face, babies.
Ah.
That's, uh, Zwarte Piet.
That's, uh, for the children.
It's a long tradition passed
down for many generations, so
Actually, he's black because
he fell down the chimney,
uh, helping, uh, Saint Nicholas.
Hmm.
- Hmm.
- Okay, well,
feels like Santa's slave,
but I respect the rebrand.
Yeah.
- He fell down the chimney, you said?
- Yeah.
Yeah. Great guy.
Hands out candy, you know?
Who doesn't like candy?
Hi.
Thank you
Mm.
Damn.
Pretty sure that's Tupac.
- What?
- Yeah.
I felt the thug spirit in
my bones on the way up here.
I knew it.
Think about it.
There was this theory that
Tupac faked his death, right?
And then he, uh, went to
hide out in the Caribbean.
- How high are you right now?
- And there's a Dutch Caribbean.
Um
Four? H-High four,
maybe, sliding into five.
- Sliding in
- Pardon me.
Would you please take a
picture of us with him?
Oh, you want a pict All right, yeah.
Here.
Mm. Hello.
Hi.
Oh, you probably want landscape.
Uh
Do you know him?
I'm his death doula.
I'm here to help my friend and
the people who love him let go.
He's dying?
Yeah, not long from
now, he will transition
out of this world and into the next.
- Mm.
- Hmm.
May I ask what your name is?
Yeah, I'm, uh
Vanessa.
How are you doing, Vanessa?
I'm good.
I actually flew in from Atlanta today.
- Hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
How was your flight?
It was good. I, you know,
I actually, I used to
fly in from Europe a lot
when I was a kid, so
But it's just kind of different now.
Hmm. How so?
Uh
I just I'm just different.
I guess I'm-I'm just not
I'm not a kid anymore, so
You know.
You know, I've-I've
actually, I've been having
these panic attacks.
And I thought maybe coming here would
You have deviled eggs.
Oh. Yes, please, eat.
He wanted a real party. A celebration.
Love your songs, man.
I'm glad you're with
someone who can comfort you.
Oh.
That's not my boyfriend.
- He's not my boyfriend.
- Oh.
His friend is my daughter's father.
- Ah, I see.
- I'm actually not even here
- with my daughter's father.
- Mm.
No, I'm pretty aimless right now.
I think you're exactly
where you're meant to be.
- Hello. Please, may I help with your
- No, thanks.
Nigga, if you don't get
the fuck out my face
You know them?
Nigga, I cannot with
these crazy hoes today.
Are they what happened last night?
Nigga, I just said I don't want
to talk about it, all right?
What the hell happened in here?
Oh, ooh.
- Mm.
- Oh.
Is this a nice welcome to my country?
Oh, hell yeah. Holland slaps.
- Mm.
- Wow.
Ooh, well, happy Sinterklaas to me.
Oh
- What?
- De traditie is racist.
You called Rihanna a "niggabitch."
- In print.
- That was een compliment.
"Yo, who's the niggabitch?"
Why'd you even repeat it?
What, "nigga"
Whatever, man.
Same ratchet-ass hoes,
different-ass city.
I'm just glad that girl
ain't take off with my shit.
Hey, I'm-a wash my ass. You good?
Yeah, I'm good.
Hello?
Hi, is this air
ambulance transportation?
Sure is.
Yes, I'm in the music business.
I-I know you normally
transfer organs,
but, uh, I'm trying to get a laptop
that we left at a music venue in Hels
H-Helsinki.
Great.
It's time.
Our gorgeous friend
is ready to say goodbye.
Our duty now is to tell
him it's okay to leave us.
Does anyone want to join me?
H-He can hear you.
You can say something.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Oh, my God.
Thank you.
Oh, yeah, yeah
Hey, we're good to
go. We got the laptop.
Yeah, tell 'em I ain't
doing this shit, man.
What? Why?
Ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight
Oh, I say
- Jingle bells, jingle bells
- Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Huh.
Oh, what fun
Hey, what's up? Y'all ready?
Yeah, um I'll handle this.
- Okay. Mm-hmm.
- You guys go.
Get out of here.
Try and be discreet.
Turn the clogs around, bro,
we ain't doing this shit.
Hey, homie. How are you?
I heard the laptop arrived.
Yeah.
- That's good, no?
- Yes.
Um, bad news, man. Uh,
Paper Boi's
he's not feeling too good.
He's actually, he's
got what I got, so
Shit.
Probably not gonna be
able to perform tonight.
E-Excuse me, what?
The insurance claim should cover it.
I'll just start filling
out the paperwork
when I get to the hotel.
I'm sorry, man.
You fuck me?
Excuse me?
Do you know how many
people are waiting tonight,
and they're expecting to see Paper Boi?
I don't know what to tell
you. Artists get sick.
Just fill out the insurance claim.
You'll make, actually, more
money than you would've tonight.
So you do fuck me.
I don't fuck anyone.
I will destroy you.
Okay.
Hello?
What are you doing?
Liar!
Why are you making me
do this to you, Earn?
You son of a bitch.
Why are you making me do this?
Van.
Oh, hey.
What's up?
Nothing. I got some ice.
You're getting ice at
4:00 in the morning?
Yeah.
You good?
Yeah.
Night, Earn.