September 7, 2021 • 36 mins
Shant’e takes her life into her own hands and joins forces with Irene. Lenny is confronted by his wife, who has damning evidence of his infidelity.
Starring:
Ryan Destiny as Rebecca
Kelsey Grammer as Narrator
Theo Rossi as Lenny
Annie Ilonzeh as Beulah
Omar Dorsey as Pastor Green
Teresa "TopNotch" Celeste as Shant'e
Dru Down as Devon
Robbie Jarvis as Owen
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
Following Chante's discovery of the truth behind Freedom House, she
fell into a deep despair. When we were with her
last she had made the decision to call her pimp Davon.
Of course, she knew he would be displeased with her
considering how they had left things, but Chantes could not
endure staying at the house any longer. It hurt, and
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she didn't like feeling hurt. Calling Davon was the natural alternative.
He was surprised to hear from her, but secretly he
was impressed by her boldness, for surely she knew there
would be consequences to their unresolved dispute. Did she got
some motherfucking nerve? Hit my motherfucking line. I ain't got
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nobody else to call. I wouldn't give a fuck. Were
you out right now? I'm in West Open. Can you
come pick me up? Utterly yours down there in the
bottoms for real, for real? Out of that fact ass stunt.
You just fool Okay, that wasn't my fault, dumb crazy bitch, wouldn't. No,
I don't give a funk. I don't want to hear
none of that ship you feel me your skinny gass
hand o bin is being in wether fucking car in
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the first place. Are you right all right? That was
my bad? Uh? Huh, it was damn show. You're bad,
bit you feel me? That's why I ain't fucking with
your ass. Hoon, Daddy, Please, I'm sorry, Please come get me.
H Uh. I'm gonna give you this one last chance though,
but just know this, bitch, you ain't my bottom. Bitch
You better get that ship out of your head right now,
though you feel me, because the ship you full just
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don't sit right with me. You feel me. I'm about
to make your ass work harder than you ever worked
before and make your feet leave. Bit you hear me,
I hear you, and I'll do whatever it takes his
daddy give me another chance. Chant was contrite and submissive.
Thought something had changed. Though she minded the words she
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was supposed to say, they felt oddly hollow when it's
two weeks ago she might have truly meant them Now.
I disgusted her to hear the pleading tone of her voice,
but Chantes played the role she was meant to play.
It wasn't fair and it wasn't pretty, but it was life,
her life. The decision to return to it was inevitable.
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Who was she to think there would be more to
life than lecherous men, no place to feel at home,
and a constant sense of lots. Freedom house had been
a mirage, a reprieve from her normal existence, but in
the end, it was better that she returned to reality
than live in a deflated dream. Davon arrived at the
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house at eight p m. The timing was perfect since
the others had just left the house to go on
their weekly excursion with Irene. Chantey was invited, but she declined,
citing a headache. Sensing Chante was still upset, Irene asked
if everything was okay. Her inquiries were answered with a
stoic silence. Chanty was already outside waiting for Davon as
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he pulled up in his freshly repaired Lexus. She approached
the vehicle is downcast when she got into the car.
Davon refused to acknowledge her after she meekly greeted him.
He looked straight ahead as he started the car and
began to drive. They didn't get past the first stock
sign before he finally turned to look at her. So
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is that all you gotta say, bitch? You feel me.
You know you almost killed my motherfucking mama said, I
was sorry. You're sorry as motherfucker at all you feel me?
I mean you look sorry jokes. Davon reached over and
slapped her across the side of the head. This didn't
come as a surprise to Chante, who had expected to
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pay this price. But again she felt that something had changed.
Submission felt wrong and impossibly, Like Eve of biblical times,
Chanty had eaten the forbidden fruit, and seeing that she
was naked and there would be no return to eating
for her. You got a lot to be sorry about
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a bit, you feel me? Her only one apology? I
want apology for my car, my mama. You're making me
look weak in front of our bitches. Now I'm sorry
about your car and what else. I'm sorry about your
mama almost getting hit. Okay, I'm sorry you'll bit You
see how weak you are. I checked yourself. It's they
ain't even a huh. Chante did not intentionally misspeak, but
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now she had opened the floodgates, she considered for a
moment what she ought to say next. A very particular
image arrived in her mind, like a vision comes to
an oracle. It was Davon's face. If she were to
tell him that no, she had not stuttered, but meant
exactly what she said, how shocked he would be. The
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thought amused her endlessly, and she let out a giggle.
Infuriated Davon observed the smirk on her face. Are you
gotta jokes? Bit What the fund you laughing about? Not
a motherfucker? Than't funny here? I didn't stir, she could
not help it. The words brimmed to her lips before
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she could reconsider speaking them. I am sorry. I'm sorry
that your bitches saw how wish you are. I'm sorry
that you are punk all right, and believe me, your
bitches know it. Your mam will running things and you're
just another fish in the mama. Before she could utter
another syllable, his hands were around her neck, crushing her.
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At first, she did not fight it, knowing that doing
so would just make things worse. She had nearly blacked
out when he let go of her, leaving her gasping
for air, but as she tried to regain her breath,
he began to hit her on the side of her
head with a closed fist. She cowered, putting her hands
up to her face in defense. Chante's rage was slowly building,
increasing with every hit. It was strange. She knew she
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probably deserved the strikes he delivered so mercilessly, but she
couldn't quite feel that it was true. Perhaps she thought
it was he who deserved to be hit. After all,
what had he ever really done for her besides humiliate
and terrorize her. He hadn't uttered a kind word to
her since they left Vallejo, So in addition to her rage,
she also felt disgust for Davon and towards herself for
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calling him in the first place. Why now this, No,
it wasn't she who deserved to me on the receiving
end of such fury. It was he who should feel
her wrath. She wasn't sure at what point she started
to fight back. It happened very organically and without conscious
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thought on her part. It wasn't until she could feel
her nails on the skin of his face that she
realized they were engaged in a true fight. She fought
with every ounce of herself. It was violent, ugly. Deep down,
she knew that there was no way she would escape
from this alive. He got ahold of her neck and
choked her again again. Chanty could feel herself fading. Instinctively,
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her hands searched for something to grab. Ahold of her
frantic fingers found a ballpoint pen in the side pocket
at the passenger door. She took the pen and stabbed
Davon twice in the arm with it. He yelled in pain,
releasing his grasp of her. Finally, she was able to breathe, je,
What the fuck did she just stab me in my
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fucking all? Okay, you a shot to kill me. I
try to kill you, but I'm about to kill your No,
you're not give me that. Let out. It's come here,
No work. I got something better for your ass for real. Yeah,
so you're about to shoot me, miss, I'm thinking about it.
Oh my god, whe coming up? Come here, come me,
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Come here, comes Shantes sunk the pen deep into Davon's
left eye. She watched in horror as he screamed, bled,
and eventually stopped moving. For her part, Irene stood outside
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the car banging on the window. Chanty barely heard the
noise as she sat in the seat, paralyzed by the
violence of what just occurred and mesmerized by the aftermath.
Come on, it took Chanta nearly thirty seconds to recover herself.
She reached over and unlocked the door for Irene, who
was calm composed but urgent. She pushed Davon's motionless body
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out of the way so that she could get into
the driver's seat and close the door her self. Assured
actions struck Chante, who was still dumbfounded by the whole ordeal,
but Irene spotterly in control of herself and the situation.
If Chante had never noticed Irene's callous nature before she
saw it. Now, okay, what are we going to do?
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First thing we need to do is get this car
up the street. I'll drive it into the garage. We'll
figure out everything else from there. Do you think he's deep?
Looks that way to me. I have to open the
garage manually. Stay here, hurry up. He is bleeding all
over me. Hell, he's still alive. You have to finish,
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finish him. What the fund does that mean? You know
what it means? Figure it out. I'm going to close
the door. Damn. See, he should have just left me
the fuck alone. An good job. That's what finished looks like.
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Give me that gun here. We have to go upstairs
to pack a small bag. Okay, essentials only. Where are
we going out of here? But first we're gonna torch
this place, torchy. You don't think that's a little too extra, No,
I don't. But if you have a better idea, I'm
open to hearing it. That's you did John Day packed haphazardly,
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not carrying what she threw in her bag. Nothing that
happened in the last twenty minutes made any sense in
her life. She had been exposed more trauma than any
child should be, and those incidents should have made her
completely jaded to everything thrown her way. However, killing Davon
now forced her to break character, and she could not
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help the few tears that fell from her eyes as
she gathered her belongings. Irene walked into the room, her
packed bag in hand. You're done almost Just stop sucking
rushing me. You gotta death wish her something? Why would
you call him? I don't know. It just seemed like
the right thing to do for you much. This is
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gonna be a bit to clean up. My uncle is
not going to be happy about this. Is your uncle?
That's who I work for. I thought you worked for
the government. No, honey, I mean technically I do, but
my uncle is the boss, the boss of wood. We'll
talk about it later. Right now, we need to focus
on the current problem. Okay, where is everyone else? That's
the question they're out bowling. I came back because I
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was worried about you. Why you care? At the end
of the day, You're just like him? Oh really, I'm
no different than a violent pimp who would take everything
from you and give you nothing, a man who would
forced you to put yourself into dangerous situations. Look, I
don't make the rules, and I sure as hell don't
tell other people what they should and shouldn't do with
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their own body. Okay, bitch, what you want to cookie
or something? Aren't you also be some type of role
model or some ship. Ain't that the whole point of
your job? I am definitely not a role model, Chante.
My job is a far more complicated than that. Are
you ready? Let's go? The two of them grabbed the
packed bags and headed to Irene's car. It all felt
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so surreal to Chante. She had killed Davon twice. Though
she was initially in shock, Irene's powerful influence on her
was undeniable, and the shock wore off more quickly was natural.
When they re entered the girls, Irene poured gasoline on
the floor and inside of Davon's car. Chanty had the
feeling this wasn't Irene's first time starting a fire. She
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wondered if it was Irene who burned down the other
buildings in Oakland, but she kept that question to herself.
Here we go. You're ready that this is like a
fucking movie. This is a fucking movie. Irene lit a match,
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handing it to our corrupted heroine, who refused to take
it from her, but Irene insisted that she must be
the one to close this chapter of her life. Knowing
she had no choice, Chanty took the match and threw
it to the ground. The whole room lit up quickly,
as if a very bright light bulb had just been
turned on. Chantay wasn't awe for a moment before Irene
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pulled her up the stairs. They ran out of the
house and back to the car. Irene pulled off quickly
as they headed to the freeway. Okay, so what about
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the neighbor's houses. They'll be fine. Firefighters will be there
in five minutes before it spreads. Man, this is so crazy.
I can't believe it. Never doubt that you did the
right thing, right or wrong. I don't know. I just
did what I had to do. But who are you
for real? My name is actually eat Inga, but only
my family calls me that a girl. Kind of name?
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Is that? Russian? Russian? Okay, so that's what you'd be
talking sometimes. You told me you was just lungling cats
out of the bag a lot about a lot of things.
But for good reason, take some responsibility. Deep down, you
know I was lying. You chose to believe me. I
won't be making a mistake again. So look, where are
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we going. First we're going to Richmond to switch out
the car. Then we'll have to San Francisco and talk
to my uncle, who will give us the next steps.
Then we'll take it from there. Your uncle, what does
he have to do with anything? And why do we
have to meet him? Let's just say he's one of
the most influential and important men in Brussia. Also, you're
with me. We're a team. Now. My uncle trusts my judgment,
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So if I say I trust you, then we're good.
That's what the funk y'all wishes be doing. Shadiest book.
We've committed a crime together. We're bonded for life, and
now I know I can trust you for real. Okay,
But how do I know I can trust you? You
know that ship you did back there, you was a
cold bitch, and I know you could do the same
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thing to me in a blink of any Okay. You
know you may not want to trust me, but the
fact is you have no choice in the matter. There
are no table options for you that don't involve prison time.
I'm all you've got. We are very similar, Shante, I
didn't lie about that. Both trying to escape the stories
that were written about us far long before we had
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to stay in them. Once upon a time, I was
eating the chick in the Chefska Russian them fatel, Soviet spy,
enemy of the state, and you you're the team prostitute
from a broken family. If the story had continued that way,
it would have ended with you addicted to crack or heroin,
or maybe you would have been kidnapped in traffic, beaten
and broken. Okay, but you you changed your fate. You
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did it all on your own, just like I did. No,
I don't know if you're trying to be cute of.
You're just trying to read me the beach. What the
hell are you even talking about? Okay, hold on, be quiet, listen.
Do you hear that? Chante paused, trying very hard to
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listen to whatever it was I really wanted her to hear.
She throwed her brow, unable to detect anything except voice
at the distance. He definitely don't sound like he can
round here. He sound me some bougie white dude. Yep,
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that's him. That's the guy who's been writing your story.
You've got to get rid of him. What do you
mean writing my story? He's the voice of the patriarchy, Chante. Basically,
he's there to make sure that your life supports a white,
male dominated narrative of the world. If you allow him
to tell your story, you will be a stereotype and
your life will become one big cliche full of tropes
and a predictable plot points, like a really bad horror movie.
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If you don't make your choices, he will make them
for you. Okay, and how do I do that? You're
already doing it? Going back to Devon, was you playing
into the bougie white duke's plan for you? But when
you killed Divan, you started taking your life into your
own hands. Irene was as convincing and conniving, as ever
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more deceptive than Eve herself. Okay, okay, he's talking about
Eve or something. He likes that story of Lot. Anything
involving a woman trigging a man is down to be
a favorite of his. Chante began to consider what Irene
told her. Could it be true? Could there be a nameless,
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faceless voice out there that dictated the lives of women?
Such a notion was absurd, impossible, and the source from
which the information came was unreliable at best. There was
a strong possibility that Irene was mentally unstable, schizophrenic. Perhaps, man,
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this dude don't stop talking. He just don't shut the
hell up doing so. How do I get rid of
his ass? Now he'll never completely disappear. You'll have to
struggle with him your whole life. Probably, I know I
still do. Try talking over him, drown his voice out
with your own impressionable young heroine closed her eyes and
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imagined what she wanted, But she couldn't. Y'all, this is
some crazy ship, and I don't know what the motherfucker's
expect next. All I know is that I'm ready for
a change. You know, this little crazy Russian bitch might
be lying that. Don't mean she can't be right about
some ship. I mean a whole life I can't even
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visualize yet waiting on me. I'm gonna get it though,
I'll stay tu him. Hello, I'm I'm home baby. Wow,
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I've almost forgotten what you looked like. You know how
it is. But when you're on the arm of Oakland's
next mayor, cut the ship, Lenny, What do you mean
you are never going to be mayor? Never? Hey? Hey,
where's this aggression coming from. I know I've been running
around a lot lately, but I'm doing my best here.
Let me repeat, you are never going to be mayor.
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And if you do, by some crazy miracle, end up
as Oakland mayor, I'm going to make sure everyone knows
what a low life scumbag you are. That you are
a man who screws his grandson's mother. Who told you
that heard it from the horse's own mouth? What horse
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are we talking about here? Don't do that. Don't you dare?
Play done with me? You're not a good enough liar.
I'm not, you are correct, I just don't understand what's
going on. Who ever told you that is a liar?
And that what has gotten into you? What is the
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problem here? You asked me what the problem is? One
more time? Okay, okay, allow me to rephrase. Are you
out of your fucking mind? I would never ever sleep
with Aricelli? Why would she lie to me? There doesn't
have to be a reason. She's an addict for crying
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out loud, that's what they do. She's mentally unstable. Oh
so you leased the house behind my back to an addict.
She's our son's baby mama. Why would not without telling me?
It didn't seem like a big deal. Lenny, this is
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the wrong place to go with us. Don't you sit
there and pretend you didn't know how I would feel
about you renting my property to a woman who has
done nothing but lie and steal from us. Top it off,
you go and fuck the bitch. Enough of that. You
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know she left her ship all over the house I
just rented out. The place was trashed when I went by.
God only knows what Sebashion has been exposed to. She's
just trying to get attention, Babe. You said it yourself.
She's a liar. Yeah she is, but so are you
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all right? So maybe I didn't neglect to tell you
about the apartment, and I can apologize for that. I
am sorry I didn't tell you, but I knew you
wouldn't help her cheating on you though. Come on, Oh
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I have proof? What proof? I guess you don't know
how to clear your previous purchases from your Amazon account.
Uh let's take a look. Oh, here we go. Three
months ago you sent some trashy panties to Ari Sally
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and some more. Two weeks after that, you even had
a gift wrapped very thoughtful. Oh shit, okay, m hm,
I can see how this looks bad, but she um,
she asked me to buy them for her. It wasn't
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for my benefits. Do you just assume that everyone around
you is stupid enough to believe your garbage? We have
been married for twenty years, you moron. You're too lazy
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or stupid to even give me a decent excuse, disgusting
an excuse. It's it's the truth, right, You're sticking to denial,
so typical. What am I supposed to say? Nothing? Absolutely nothing.
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I'm sorry. Danny is livid by the way she told
Danny Harlives too. No I did. Apparently I'm the only
one who gives a crap about helping our son. Listen,
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you want to be mad at me, that's fine, But
why rake him into it when you know he's fresh
out of rehab? Nice? Nice, Now you want to play
the role of supportive father. But he told me what
you asked him to do to that other cafe, and
in less than twenty four hours of him being out.
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I'm sure local media will have a field day with
that information. You wouldn't. Haven't decided yet. We're weighing the
pros and cons of exposing you personally. I don't think
anyone gives enough of a shit about you for it
to make a difference. It doesn't matter, though they'll enjoy
watching the spectacle of your downfall. After all I do
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for the community. You come at me with that bullshit.
I have sacrificed. I have defended, helped and loved the
people here. They care about me, and no fucking crackhead,
my son or not, he's going to change that. M hm. Wow,
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so much for the Father of the Year award. I've
been standing by as you've peddled property that doesn't belong
to you. You take me for granted, Lenny, and that
ends now. I bet you expected me to go along
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with your manic episodes forever. Okay, slow down here. You're
not going to divorce me over this. I am, and
you know what, I don't even care if you get
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half of everything, A small price to pay to have
your crazy ass out of my life. We can't talk
about this. How can I make it better? Oh, Lenny?
We are so far from repair it's not even funny.
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No more of this circus, no more. What do you
mean by no more? Yeah? Okay, what do I mean
by no more? Sure? Allow me to translate it for you.
Get the hell out of my house. Where am I
supposed to go? Sleep at the cafe for all I care?
You love that place more than any human being. Anyway,
Stay there as long as you like until I figure
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out how to get rid of it. You can't do that.
I can and I will att Did you not hear me?
Leave now? But all my stuff? I don't care. By
the way, I've frozen most of the accounts, which, like
almost everything else, is in my name. Oh thanks for
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the heads up, bitch, any I got your fence? What's
going on MS to Green. Where do I begin? Mr? Green,
I haven't heard that name in a while. Well, you'll
always be the next door neighbor to me. So why
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did you want me to meet you here? Because you're
the only one I trust these days, the only one
who knows me, the real me. Well, you must have
run too some serious trouble if I'm the only one
to guy worse than you know, it's a mess that
I've created. Half the neighborhood thinks I'm a homophobe, the
other half things I'm a white supremacy. My kid hates me,
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my wife wants a divorce. I got the government on
my ass. Yeah that sounds like a lot. But when
I hear this, I can't help but think of the
story of Job and now he was testing and persevered.
He had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
But it's still trusted in God, even when God tore
his life apart. But it was all a test that
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he passed with flying colors. Yeah, I know the story.
Well you got all that ass, What on earth do
you need me for? Let's be honest. Okay, I'm not
one of those dudes in the Bible. No way in hell,
I'm a prophet or messenger or whatever. Maybe I just
want reassurance for you to tell me that I'm not
a total douche. I'm not a priest. Lenny. I can't
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give you absolution. What I can tell you this God
works in mysterious ways. Has it occurred to you that
you're just a cog in the will of something bigger
than you? Come on? That thinking just isn't practical. Like
I said, you know me and I'm not the type
to just wait around for plans to magically reveal themselves. Well,
in that case, is it possible that you're doing something
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wrong in your relationships? Something you can change? Seems all
I gotta do is open my mouth. And there's a problem.
The whole game is raped. What on earth do you
know about the game being read? It is raped. You
can't win. You of all people should know what I'm
talking about. Just look at what happened here the other week.
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When those guys try to dictate how you run your church.
You follow all the rules, speak to and with respect,
and still they can a problem with you. First of all,
nobody tells me how to run my church. I'm not
worried about that. Though I do appreciate you intervening on
my bad See, I can't be a bad guy if
I'm doing good things. I'm not sure it works that way.
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I'd say intention and what's in your heart matters most.
This is if we're talking about personal salvation here. We
both know I gave up on salvation a long time ago.
I'm not perfect, and I've never tried to be perfect either.
When I go to sleep at night, my soul is
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the last thing on my mind. It's like in that story, uh,
the one where the guy wants to be young forever
and he switches places with his portrait Dorian Gray. Yeah,
Dorian Gray, I'm Dorian. My soul could rot before my
eyes from all the hany shit. I've done no problem,
and I'm okay with the fact that I'm okay with that.
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But what bothers me is that nothing I've done, good
or bad, has made the least bit of difference. Regardless
of what I do, help my grandkids, mom, raise money
for the LGBTs, nothing pays off. You're a pragmatist, I
get that, But what is your purpose? My purpose? I
don't know. Make O clean a better place, help out families,
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who are struggling. But why, I don't know. I remember
when you were a kid. You were a mean little ship.
Pardon my French, but seriously, I saw this instinct you
had to terrorize others. Kids picked on me every single day.
I recall this one incident vivid me. You were out
in the street playing with some other kids in the neighborhood.
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I can't remember if it was football and baseball, but anyway,
you weren't doing so well and they wanted to kick
you out. My god, you do a thing, started screaming
and shouting, cursing them out and their mothers too. That
sounds like me. Actually, I don't know what got into you,
but I can see that all you really wanted was
to be appreciated, light popular, and I saw how you
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chose to be feared rather than loved. I think the
problem you have right now is that you want both
and you can't have it both ways. No, that's not
true at all. That sounds sympathetic. Look, look, look, if
you wanted a yes man who would tell you everything
was gonna be all right, you came to the wrong place.
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I'm not your therapist nor your pastor, and I'm definitely
not here to give you sage wisdom and then disappear.
I simply want to be honest with you. Can I
be honest with you? I might regret it, but okay,
you're a black hole. I say this with love because
I do believe that every person serves God's ultimate purpose.
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I think of a toolbox filled with various objects meant
for different purposes. Would you use a hammer to put
it in a screw? No? You use a jill? Thank you,
pastor green? Um? What does that mean? And how does
it help me? How do I get what I want
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without pissing everyone off? One moment? I'm getting a lot
of texts there. Oh no, that's from I just gotta
message that Freedom Houses on fire. Don't go on your
wife own that property? Yeah, it's on fire. How why
does it say? I don't know. Some of the church
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members lived near there, and they sent me these pictures.
I gotta go. I'm gonna get your break. Fuck look
at this? Why a side isn't it? Agent Evans? What
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the hell are you doing here? I own Freedom House?
I know, of course you do you have any idea?
Who could have done this? Chuck? I don't know anything.
It's a Halfway House, Fatigen girls. For Christ's sakes, whoever
burnt this place is a real fucking sicko. They found
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a body in the garage, Lenny, potential homicide here. Unlike
other fires in the city, it's not looking good for you, man.
You gotta give me something anything, otherwise I won't be
able to protect you. You don't think I want to
know who burned my property down? What about other properties?
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Cafe Meta unless that one was you? Yeah, I know
whom mask for Cafe Meda? Who oh one? No? Who
was my son? Danny bullshit? Oh yeah, the Lord Bottoms
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Episode nine. We're starting a revelation. The sort is the truth? Yeah? Uh?
Will Packer? Was that? Gonna? Producer James Lopez? I was
that gonn A producer? Look here, Jack Leavy, executive producer
and direct Let's go, Dominique move time? Yeah now? Creator
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and writer, producer La your Baby you need Hello? Hello,
Whitney Fuller, creative executive Michael Keith Burd co producer, Rrell
Alexis recording mixer shown design Ross Davis, audio consultant, music
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supervisor Jeff Forster you sic by death? Jeff, what the boy?
Joe Wolf, Tony Homer Score Mongers, Paye Ramsay production assistant,
Julior Rohne production assistant. You didn't main cats, now you
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did as she platts as and that. Uh huh and
uh Drew playing ass Devon Wallace come on now, uh huh,
Katia Friday, Irene, come on, Hey, Kelsey, Grandma the narrator,
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come on, Kevin E. West special agent, Chuck Evans h All,
My Dorsey playing as past Green, Teresa Celess, Shante Thomas. Yeah,
be a ROSSI let me Martelli. It shuts out, so
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it's Mission Town Venus baby and I real do sound
by podcast stage. Yeah, this has been a world packer
of media production. I heart production and I am that boy.
Drew down the One and Only no Phony. I'm backing
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out the Roman. Let's go. That's an additional voices. Yeah,
one and only got about
Following Chante's discovery of the truth behind Freedom House, she
fell into a deep despair. When we were with her
last she had made the decision to call her pimp Davon.
Of course, she knew he would be displeased with her
considering how they had left things, but Chantes could not
endure staying at the house any longer. It hurt, and
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she didn't like feeling hurt. Calling Davon was the natural alternative.
He was surprised to hear from her, but secretly he
was impressed by her boldness, for surely she knew there
would be consequences to their unresolved dispute. Did she got
some motherfucking nerve? Hit my motherfucking line. I ain't got
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nobody else to call. I wouldn't give a fuck. Were
you out right now? I'm in West Open. Can you
come pick me up? Utterly yours down there in the
bottoms for real, for real? Out of that fact ass stunt.
You just fool Okay, that wasn't my fault, dumb crazy bitch, wouldn't. No,
I don't give a funk. I don't want to hear
none of that ship you feel me your skinny gass
hand o bin is being in wether fucking car in
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the first place. Are you right all right? That was
my bad? Uh? Huh, it was damn show. You're bad,
bit you feel me? That's why I ain't fucking with
your ass. Hoon, Daddy, Please, I'm sorry, Please come get me.
H Uh. I'm gonna give you this one last chance though,
but just know this, bitch, you ain't my bottom. Bitch
You better get that ship out of your head right now,
though you feel me, because the ship you full just
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don't sit right with me. You feel me. I'm about
to make your ass work harder than you ever worked
before and make your feet leave. Bit you hear me,
I hear you, and I'll do whatever it takes his
daddy give me another chance. Chant was contrite and submissive.
Thought something had changed. Though she minded the words she
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was supposed to say, they felt oddly hollow when it's
two weeks ago she might have truly meant them Now.
I disgusted her to hear the pleading tone of her voice,
but Chantes played the role she was meant to play.
It wasn't fair and it wasn't pretty, but it was life,
her life. The decision to return to it was inevitable.
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Who was she to think there would be more to
life than lecherous men, no place to feel at home,
and a constant sense of lots. Freedom house had been
a mirage, a reprieve from her normal existence, but in
the end, it was better that she returned to reality
than live in a deflated dream. Davon arrived at the
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house at eight p m. The timing was perfect since
the others had just left the house to go on
their weekly excursion with Irene. Chantey was invited, but she declined,
citing a headache. Sensing Chante was still upset, Irene asked
if everything was okay. Her inquiries were answered with a
stoic silence. Chanty was already outside waiting for Davon as
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he pulled up in his freshly repaired Lexus. She approached
the vehicle is downcast when she got into the car.
Davon refused to acknowledge her after she meekly greeted him.
He looked straight ahead as he started the car and
began to drive. They didn't get past the first stock
sign before he finally turned to look at her. So
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is that all you gotta say, bitch? You feel me.
You know you almost killed my motherfucking mama said, I
was sorry. You're sorry as motherfucker at all you feel me?
I mean you look sorry jokes. Davon reached over and
slapped her across the side of the head. This didn't
come as a surprise to Chante, who had expected to
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pay this price. But again she felt that something had changed.
Submission felt wrong and impossibly, Like Eve of biblical times,
Chanty had eaten the forbidden fruit, and seeing that she
was naked and there would be no return to eating
for her. You got a lot to be sorry about
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a bit, you feel me? Her only one apology? I
want apology for my car, my mama. You're making me
look weak in front of our bitches. Now I'm sorry
about your car and what else. I'm sorry about your
mama almost getting hit. Okay, I'm sorry you'll bit You
see how weak you are. I checked yourself. It's they
ain't even a huh. Chante did not intentionally misspeak, but
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now she had opened the floodgates, she considered for a
moment what she ought to say next. A very particular
image arrived in her mind, like a vision comes to
an oracle. It was Davon's face. If she were to
tell him that no, she had not stuttered, but meant
exactly what she said, how shocked he would be. The
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thought amused her endlessly, and she let out a giggle.
Infuriated Davon observed the smirk on her face. Are you
gotta jokes? Bit What the fund you laughing about? Not
a motherfucker? Than't funny here? I didn't stir, she could
not help it. The words brimmed to her lips before
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she could reconsider speaking them. I am sorry. I'm sorry
that your bitches saw how wish you are. I'm sorry
that you are punk all right, and believe me, your
bitches know it. Your mam will running things and you're
just another fish in the mama. Before she could utter
another syllable, his hands were around her neck, crushing her.
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At first, she did not fight it, knowing that doing
so would just make things worse. She had nearly blacked
out when he let go of her, leaving her gasping
for air, but as she tried to regain her breath,
he began to hit her on the side of her
head with a closed fist. She cowered, putting her hands
up to her face in defense. Chante's rage was slowly building,
increasing with every hit. It was strange. She knew she
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probably deserved the strikes he delivered so mercilessly, but she
couldn't quite feel that it was true. Perhaps she thought
it was he who deserved to be hit. After all,
what had he ever really done for her besides humiliate
and terrorize her. He hadn't uttered a kind word to
her since they left Vallejo, So in addition to her rage,
she also felt disgust for Davon and towards herself for
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calling him in the first place. Why now this, No,
it wasn't she who deserved to me on the receiving
end of such fury. It was he who should feel
her wrath. She wasn't sure at what point she started
to fight back. It happened very organically and without conscious
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thought on her part. It wasn't until she could feel
her nails on the skin of his face that she
realized they were engaged in a true fight. She fought
with every ounce of herself. It was violent, ugly. Deep down,
she knew that there was no way she would escape
from this alive. He got ahold of her neck and
choked her again again. Chanty could feel herself fading. Instinctively,
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her hands searched for something to grab. Ahold of her
frantic fingers found a ballpoint pen in the side pocket
at the passenger door. She took the pen and stabbed
Davon twice in the arm with it. He yelled in pain,
releasing his grasp of her. Finally, she was able to breathe, je,
What the fuck did she just stab me in my
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fucking all? Okay, you a shot to kill me. I
try to kill you, but I'm about to kill your No,
you're not give me that. Let out. It's come here,
No work. I got something better for your ass for real. Yeah,
so you're about to shoot me, miss, I'm thinking about it.
Oh my god, whe coming up? Come here, come me,
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Come here, comes Shantes sunk the pen deep into Davon's
left eye. She watched in horror as he screamed, bled,
and eventually stopped moving. For her part, Irene stood outside
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the car banging on the window. Chanty barely heard the
noise as she sat in the seat, paralyzed by the
violence of what just occurred and mesmerized by the aftermath.
Come on, it took Chanta nearly thirty seconds to recover herself.
She reached over and unlocked the door for Irene, who
was calm composed but urgent. She pushed Davon's motionless body
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out of the way so that she could get into
the driver's seat and close the door her self. Assured
actions struck Chante, who was still dumbfounded by the whole ordeal,
but Irene spotterly in control of herself and the situation.
If Chante had never noticed Irene's callous nature before she
saw it. Now, okay, what are we going to do?
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First thing we need to do is get this car
up the street. I'll drive it into the garage. We'll
figure out everything else from there. Do you think he's deep?
Looks that way to me. I have to open the
garage manually. Stay here, hurry up. He is bleeding all
over me. Hell, he's still alive. You have to finish,
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finish him. What the fund does that mean? You know
what it means? Figure it out. I'm going to close
the door. Damn. See, he should have just left me
the fuck alone. An good job. That's what finished looks like.
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Give me that gun here. We have to go upstairs
to pack a small bag. Okay, essentials only. Where are
we going out of here? But first we're gonna torch
this place, torchy. You don't think that's a little too extra, No,
I don't. But if you have a better idea, I'm
open to hearing it. That's you did John Day packed haphazardly,
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not carrying what she threw in her bag. Nothing that
happened in the last twenty minutes made any sense in
her life. She had been exposed more trauma than any
child should be, and those incidents should have made her
completely jaded to everything thrown her way. However, killing Davon
now forced her to break character, and she could not
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help the few tears that fell from her eyes as
she gathered her belongings. Irene walked into the room, her
packed bag in hand. You're done almost Just stop sucking
rushing me. You gotta death wish her something? Why would
you call him? I don't know. It just seemed like
the right thing to do for you much. This is
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gonna be a bit to clean up. My uncle is
not going to be happy about this. Is your uncle?
That's who I work for. I thought you worked for
the government. No, honey, I mean technically I do, but
my uncle is the boss, the boss of wood. We'll
talk about it later. Right now, we need to focus
on the current problem. Okay, where is everyone else? That's
the question they're out bowling. I came back because I
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was worried about you. Why you care? At the end
of the day, You're just like him? Oh really, I'm
no different than a violent pimp who would take everything
from you and give you nothing, a man who would
forced you to put yourself into dangerous situations. Look, I
don't make the rules, and I sure as hell don't
tell other people what they should and shouldn't do with
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their own body. Okay, bitch, what you want to cookie
or something? Aren't you also be some type of role
model or some ship. Ain't that the whole point of
your job? I am definitely not a role model, Chante.
My job is a far more complicated than that. Are
you ready? Let's go? The two of them grabbed the
packed bags and headed to Irene's car. It all felt
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so surreal to Chante. She had killed Davon twice. Though
she was initially in shock, Irene's powerful influence on her
was undeniable, and the shock wore off more quickly was natural.
When they re entered the girls, Irene poured gasoline on
the floor and inside of Davon's car. Chanty had the
feeling this wasn't Irene's first time starting a fire. She
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wondered if it was Irene who burned down the other
buildings in Oakland, but she kept that question to herself.
Here we go. You're ready that this is like a
fucking movie. This is a fucking movie. Irene lit a match,
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handing it to our corrupted heroine, who refused to take
it from her, but Irene insisted that she must be
the one to close this chapter of her life. Knowing
she had no choice, Chanty took the match and threw
it to the ground. The whole room lit up quickly,
as if a very bright light bulb had just been
turned on. Chantay wasn't awe for a moment before Irene
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pulled her up the stairs. They ran out of the
house and back to the car. Irene pulled off quickly
as they headed to the freeway. Okay, so what about
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the neighbor's houses. They'll be fine. Firefighters will be there
in five minutes before it spreads. Man, this is so crazy.
I can't believe it. Never doubt that you did the
right thing, right or wrong. I don't know. I just
did what I had to do. But who are you
for real? My name is actually eat Inga, but only
my family calls me that a girl. Kind of name?
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Is that? Russian? Russian? Okay, so that's what you'd be
talking sometimes. You told me you was just lungling cats
out of the bag a lot about a lot of things.
But for good reason, take some responsibility. Deep down, you
know I was lying. You chose to believe me. I
won't be making a mistake again. So look, where are
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we going. First we're going to Richmond to switch out
the car. Then we'll have to San Francisco and talk
to my uncle, who will give us the next steps.
Then we'll take it from there. Your uncle, what does
he have to do with anything? And why do we
have to meet him? Let's just say he's one of
the most influential and important men in Brussia. Also, you're
with me. We're a team. Now. My uncle trusts my judgment,
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So if I say I trust you, then we're good.
That's what the funk y'all wishes be doing. Shadiest book.
We've committed a crime together. We're bonded for life, and
now I know I can trust you for real. Okay,
But how do I know I can trust you? You
know that ship you did back there, you was a
cold bitch, and I know you could do the same
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thing to me in a blink of any Okay. You
know you may not want to trust me, but the
fact is you have no choice in the matter. There
are no table options for you that don't involve prison time.
I'm all you've got. We are very similar, Shante, I
didn't lie about that. Both trying to escape the stories
that were written about us far long before we had
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to stay in them. Once upon a time, I was
eating the chick in the Chefska Russian them fatel, Soviet spy,
enemy of the state, and you you're the team prostitute
from a broken family. If the story had continued that way,
it would have ended with you addicted to crack or heroin,
or maybe you would have been kidnapped in traffic, beaten
and broken. Okay, but you you changed your fate. You
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did it all on your own, just like I did. No,
I don't know if you're trying to be cute of.
You're just trying to read me the beach. What the
hell are you even talking about? Okay, hold on, be quiet, listen.
Do you hear that? Chante paused, trying very hard to
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listen to whatever it was I really wanted her to hear.
She throwed her brow, unable to detect anything except voice
at the distance. He definitely don't sound like he can
round here. He sound me some bougie white dude. Yep,
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that's him. That's the guy who's been writing your story.
You've got to get rid of him. What do you
mean writing my story? He's the voice of the patriarchy, Chante. Basically,
he's there to make sure that your life supports a white,
male dominated narrative of the world. If you allow him
to tell your story, you will be a stereotype and
your life will become one big cliche full of tropes
and a predictable plot points, like a really bad horror movie.
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If you don't make your choices, he will make them
for you. Okay, and how do I do that? You're
already doing it? Going back to Devon, was you playing
into the bougie white duke's plan for you? But when
you killed Divan, you started taking your life into your
own hands. Irene was as convincing and conniving, as ever
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more deceptive than Eve herself. Okay, okay, he's talking about
Eve or something. He likes that story of Lot. Anything
involving a woman trigging a man is down to be
a favorite of his. Chante began to consider what Irene
told her. Could it be true? Could there be a nameless,
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faceless voice out there that dictated the lives of women?
Such a notion was absurd, impossible, and the source from
which the information came was unreliable at best. There was
a strong possibility that Irene was mentally unstable, schizophrenic. Perhaps, man,
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this dude don't stop talking. He just don't shut the
hell up doing so. How do I get rid of
his ass? Now he'll never completely disappear. You'll have to
struggle with him your whole life. Probably, I know I
still do. Try talking over him, drown his voice out
with your own impressionable young heroine closed her eyes and
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imagined what she wanted, But she couldn't. Y'all, this is
some crazy ship, and I don't know what the motherfucker's
expect next. All I know is that I'm ready for
a change. You know, this little crazy Russian bitch might
be lying that. Don't mean she can't be right about
some ship. I mean a whole life I can't even
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visualize yet waiting on me. I'm gonna get it though,
I'll stay tu him. Hello, I'm I'm home baby. Wow,
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I've almost forgotten what you looked like. You know how
it is. But when you're on the arm of Oakland's
next mayor, cut the ship, Lenny, What do you mean
you are never going to be mayor? Never? Hey? Hey,
where's this aggression coming from. I know I've been running
around a lot lately, but I'm doing my best here.
Let me repeat, you are never going to be mayor.
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And if you do, by some crazy miracle, end up
as Oakland mayor, I'm going to make sure everyone knows
what a low life scumbag you are. That you are
a man who screws his grandson's mother. Who told you
that heard it from the horse's own mouth? What horse
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are we talking about here? Don't do that. Don't you dare?
Play done with me? You're not a good enough liar.
I'm not, you are correct, I just don't understand what's
going on. Who ever told you that is a liar?
And that what has gotten into you? What is the
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problem here? You asked me what the problem is? One
more time? Okay, okay, allow me to rephrase. Are you
out of your fucking mind? I would never ever sleep
with Aricelli? Why would she lie to me? There doesn't
have to be a reason. She's an addict for crying
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out loud, that's what they do. She's mentally unstable. Oh
so you leased the house behind my back to an addict.
She's our son's baby mama. Why would not without telling me?
It didn't seem like a big deal. Lenny, this is
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the wrong place to go with us. Don't you sit
there and pretend you didn't know how I would feel
about you renting my property to a woman who has
done nothing but lie and steal from us. Top it off,
you go and fuck the bitch. Enough of that. You
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know she left her ship all over the house I
just rented out. The place was trashed when I went by.
God only knows what Sebashion has been exposed to. She's
just trying to get attention, Babe. You said it yourself.
She's a liar. Yeah she is, but so are you
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all right? So maybe I didn't neglect to tell you
about the apartment, and I can apologize for that. I
am sorry I didn't tell you, but I knew you
wouldn't help her cheating on you though. Come on, Oh
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I have proof? What proof? I guess you don't know
how to clear your previous purchases from your Amazon account.
Uh let's take a look. Oh, here we go. Three
months ago you sent some trashy panties to Ari Sally
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and some more. Two weeks after that, you even had
a gift wrapped very thoughtful. Oh shit, okay, m hm,
I can see how this looks bad, but she um,
she asked me to buy them for her. It wasn't
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for my benefits. Do you just assume that everyone around
you is stupid enough to believe your garbage? We have
been married for twenty years, you moron. You're too lazy
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or stupid to even give me a decent excuse, disgusting
an excuse. It's it's the truth, right, You're sticking to denial,
so typical. What am I supposed to say? Nothing? Absolutely nothing.
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I'm sorry. Danny is livid by the way she told
Danny Harlives too. No I did. Apparently I'm the only
one who gives a crap about helping our son. Listen,
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you want to be mad at me, that's fine, But
why rake him into it when you know he's fresh
out of rehab? Nice? Nice, Now you want to play
the role of supportive father. But he told me what
you asked him to do to that other cafe, and
in less than twenty four hours of him being out.
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I'm sure local media will have a field day with
that information. You wouldn't. Haven't decided yet. We're weighing the
pros and cons of exposing you personally. I don't think
anyone gives enough of a shit about you for it
to make a difference. It doesn't matter, though they'll enjoy
watching the spectacle of your downfall. After all I do
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for the community. You come at me with that bullshit.
I have sacrificed. I have defended, helped and loved the
people here. They care about me, and no fucking crackhead,
my son or not, he's going to change that. M hm. Wow,
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so much for the Father of the Year award. I've
been standing by as you've peddled property that doesn't belong
to you. You take me for granted, Lenny, and that
ends now. I bet you expected me to go along
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with your manic episodes forever. Okay, slow down here. You're
not going to divorce me over this. I am, and
you know what, I don't even care if you get
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half of everything, A small price to pay to have
your crazy ass out of my life. We can't talk
about this. How can I make it better? Oh, Lenny?
We are so far from repair it's not even funny.
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No more of this circus, no more. What do you
mean by no more? Yeah? Okay, what do I mean
by no more? Sure? Allow me to translate it for you.
Get the hell out of my house. Where am I
supposed to go? Sleep at the cafe for all I care?
You love that place more than any human being. Anyway,
Stay there as long as you like until I figure
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out how to get rid of it. You can't do that.
I can and I will att Did you not hear me?
Leave now? But all my stuff? I don't care. By
the way, I've frozen most of the accounts, which, like
almost everything else, is in my name. Oh thanks for
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the heads up, bitch, any I got your fence? What's
going on MS to Green. Where do I begin? Mr? Green,
I haven't heard that name in a while. Well, you'll
always be the next door neighbor to me. So why
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did you want me to meet you here? Because you're
the only one I trust these days, the only one
who knows me, the real me. Well, you must have
run too some serious trouble if I'm the only one
to guy worse than you know, it's a mess that
I've created. Half the neighborhood thinks I'm a homophobe, the
other half things I'm a white supremacy. My kid hates me,
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my wife wants a divorce. I got the government on
my ass. Yeah that sounds like a lot. But when
I hear this, I can't help but think of the
story of Job and now he was testing and persevered.
He had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
But it's still trusted in God, even when God tore
his life apart. But it was all a test that
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he passed with flying colors. Yeah, I know the story.
Well you got all that ass, What on earth do
you need me for? Let's be honest. Okay, I'm not
one of those dudes in the Bible. No way in hell,
I'm a prophet or messenger or whatever. Maybe I just
want reassurance for you to tell me that I'm not
a total douche. I'm not a priest. Lenny. I can't
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give you absolution. What I can tell you this God
works in mysterious ways. Has it occurred to you that
you're just a cog in the will of something bigger
than you? Come on? That thinking just isn't practical. Like
I said, you know me and I'm not the type
to just wait around for plans to magically reveal themselves. Well,
in that case, is it possible that you're doing something
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wrong in your relationships? Something you can change? Seems all
I gotta do is open my mouth. And there's a problem.
The whole game is raped. What on earth do you
know about the game being read? It is raped. You
can't win. You of all people should know what I'm
talking about. Just look at what happened here the other week.
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When those guys try to dictate how you run your church.
You follow all the rules, speak to and with respect,
and still they can a problem with you. First of all,
nobody tells me how to run my church. I'm not
worried about that. Though I do appreciate you intervening on
my bad See, I can't be a bad guy if
I'm doing good things. I'm not sure it works that way.
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I'd say intention and what's in your heart matters most.
This is if we're talking about personal salvation here. We
both know I gave up on salvation a long time ago.
I'm not perfect, and I've never tried to be perfect either.
When I go to sleep at night, my soul is
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the last thing on my mind. It's like in that story, uh,
the one where the guy wants to be young forever
and he switches places with his portrait Dorian Gray. Yeah,
Dorian Gray, I'm Dorian. My soul could rot before my
eyes from all the hany shit. I've done no problem,
and I'm okay with the fact that I'm okay with that.
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But what bothers me is that nothing I've done, good
or bad, has made the least bit of difference. Regardless
of what I do, help my grandkids, mom, raise money
for the LGBTs, nothing pays off. You're a pragmatist, I
get that, But what is your purpose? My purpose? I
don't know. Make O clean a better place, help out families,
(30:17):
who are struggling. But why, I don't know. I remember
when you were a kid. You were a mean little ship.
Pardon my French, but seriously, I saw this instinct you
had to terrorize others. Kids picked on me every single day.
I recall this one incident vivid me. You were out
in the street playing with some other kids in the neighborhood.
(30:40):
I can't remember if it was football and baseball, but anyway,
you weren't doing so well and they wanted to kick
you out. My god, you do a thing, started screaming
and shouting, cursing them out and their mothers too. That
sounds like me. Actually, I don't know what got into you,
but I can see that all you really wanted was
to be appreciated, light popular, and I saw how you
(31:04):
chose to be feared rather than loved. I think the
problem you have right now is that you want both
and you can't have it both ways. No, that's not
true at all. That sounds sympathetic. Look, look, look, if
you wanted a yes man who would tell you everything
was gonna be all right, you came to the wrong place.
(31:25):
I'm not your therapist nor your pastor, and I'm definitely
not here to give you sage wisdom and then disappear.
I simply want to be honest with you. Can I
be honest with you? I might regret it, but okay,
you're a black hole. I say this with love because
I do believe that every person serves God's ultimate purpose.
(31:49):
I think of a toolbox filled with various objects meant
for different purposes. Would you use a hammer to put
it in a screw? No? You use a jill? Thank you,
pastor green? Um? What does that mean? And how does
it help me? How do I get what I want
(32:10):
without pissing everyone off? One moment? I'm getting a lot
of texts there. Oh no, that's from I just gotta
message that Freedom Houses on fire. Don't go on your
wife own that property? Yeah, it's on fire. How why
does it say? I don't know. Some of the church
(32:32):
members lived near there, and they sent me these pictures.
I gotta go. I'm gonna get your break. Fuck look
at this? Why a side isn't it? Agent Evans? What
(32:52):
the hell are you doing here? I own Freedom House?
I know, of course you do you have any idea?
Who could have done this? Chuck? I don't know anything.
It's a Halfway House, Fatigen girls. For Christ's sakes, whoever
burnt this place is a real fucking sicko. They found
(33:13):
a body in the garage, Lenny, potential homicide here. Unlike
other fires in the city, it's not looking good for you, man.
You gotta give me something anything, otherwise I won't be
able to protect you. You don't think I want to
know who burned my property down? What about other properties?
(33:35):
Cafe Meta unless that one was you? Yeah, I know
whom mask for Cafe Meda? Who oh one? No? Who
was my son? Danny bullshit? Oh yeah, the Lord Bottoms
(34:10):
Episode nine. We're starting a revelation. The sort is the truth? Yeah? Uh?
Will Packer? Was that? Gonna? Producer James Lopez? I was
that gonn A producer? Look here, Jack Leavy, executive producer
and direct Let's go, Dominique move time? Yeah now? Creator
(34:36):
and writer, producer La your Baby you need Hello? Hello,
Whitney Fuller, creative executive Michael Keith Burd co producer, Rrell
Alexis recording mixer shown design Ross Davis, audio consultant, music
(34:57):
supervisor Jeff Forster you sic by death? Jeff, what the boy?
Joe Wolf, Tony Homer Score Mongers, Paye Ramsay production assistant,
Julior Rohne production assistant. You didn't main cats, now you
(35:18):
did as she platts as and that. Uh huh and
uh Drew playing ass Devon Wallace come on now, uh huh,
Katia Friday, Irene, come on, Hey, Kelsey, Grandma the narrator,
(35:44):
come on, Kevin E. West special agent, Chuck Evans h All,
My Dorsey playing as past Green, Teresa Celess, Shante Thomas. Yeah,
be a ROSSI let me Martelli. It shuts out, so
(36:07):
it's Mission Town Venus baby and I real do sound
by podcast stage. Yeah, this has been a world packer
of media production. I heart production and I am that boy.
Drew down the One and Only no Phony. I'm backing
(36:29):
out the Roman. Let's go. That's an additional voices. Yeah,
one and only got about
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