[S2E10] Mississippi Rule

I was going to run. I had the keys in my hand. But the law, his skin, his lies... they boxed me in before I could even start the engine.

(Stops counting, looking up)And you let that boy turn your crown into a collar. Chucalissa will raise you up, baby, but the world outside these doors? It’ll eat a pretty thing like you alive if you let it.

Trapped, desperate, on the verge of breaking. [SCENE START] INT. THE PYNK - NIGHT

UNCLE CLIFFORD sits at the bar, counting cash with razor-sharp precision.