A friend suggests a low-key chill spot with a cheap menu that wouldn’t dig too deep into his $96 pockets but the chipper waitress ends all talk of a thrifty date night with one line: “We don’t do that anymore… We got a new owner from New Orleans and he’s kinda changing it up.” Vanessa, not knowing her man’s exact situation, promptly follows up by ordering a drink, urging Earn to do the same. She also accepted the server’s suggestion of the most expensive plate in the restaurant, listed at the dreaded “market price,” and Earn looks like he could be buried right there, in the restaurant, under the table. Poor guy.
Meanwhile, Darius and Paper are way up in the Georgia mountains somewhere dropping money off to “the Mexicans, the ‘migos” for some major dope in return. They’re led to an RV and the Migos make their appearance, the actual Migos, but you know, here, as a mini-drug cartel.
Before doing business though, Quavo, as the lead, decides to scare some sense into these new guys, ordering one of his minions to pull something out of an undercarriage of the vehicle. They do as they’re told and a man plops out onto the greenery before them in his drawers. He’s crying. “Put some clothes on,” Quavo tells him. “It’s cold out.” The man is commanded to then, run home to “the city.” Quavo asks for Percy. Percy ends up being a shotgun. On the second try, Quavo hits the man and he lands with a thud amongst the trees. There’s a lot going on.
They get into the RV and Earn calls Paper, asking for an emergency $25 to his account since it’s looking like he doesn’t have the overdraft protection plan on his debit card and the check is going to be way more than he’d planned for. Quavo makes Paper put the call on speakerphone and Earn runs his yap. “Did you guys meet up with those Mexicans y’all were mad scared of?” Perhaps the only thing that saved their rep — since they actually looked scared to death — was the “fourth Migo” that walked in, a husky Middle-Eastern (?) cat who Quavo introduced as his cousin. This last Migo fanned out over Paper and it saved his ass. The money was handed over and it looks like Paer and Darius will have a flourishing drug empire in a bit.
Back in the A, Vanessa and Earn walk into the house continuing an argument from the car. We didn’t see them arguing in the car, but we all know what that tension is like by the time y’all get indoors. You could cut it with a butter knife.
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