Atlanta - Fourth Season

Hurry! Go, go!

Hello?

Oh. Hey.

Wh-Wh-What you doing?

Oh, I got this air fryer

as a gift, but then I remembered I have an oven.

A-A-Are you returning this?

Look, I don't have the receipt. I know what you're thinking,

but I was thinking maybe we could make a trade,

you know, it'd be something like that.

Nigga, do you not see what's going on right now?

Yeah. Hmm.

It is pretty wild in here.

Kind of looks like a Marshalls now, but...

Thank you.

Wait, don't-don't-don't, uh...

Come on, man. Damn.

Thirst bucket.

Come on, now.

- Let us out. - No.

- Move. - No.

Y'all are stealing. Now put it back.

- Excuse me. - Put it back.

Uh-uh. I'm not gonna let you take that air fryer.

Oh, no, no, I'm not stealing it.

I just forgot the receipt, but... No.

I would rather die than let you

take that. Now, you put that back, or you ain't leaving.

Hey. Y... Uh-uh. Hey! Nobody's leaving.

Hey!

What are you...

Let go of my chair.

Oh, shit, she's got a knife!

Oh, shit! Oh! Oh! Shit, shit!

Oh, oh!

Hey.

Yeah. See, I told you

I would be able to leave, go in there,

do what I got to do, come out, and you'd still be stuck here

'cause this traffic is crazy.

What's wrong?

Man...

the radio just said Blueblood died.

- Damn. Really? - Yeah. Mm-hmm.

- How? - I don't know, man.

And they said he been dead for, like, three months.

- His manager just put out a statement. - Sheesh.

Damn, man, I used to listen to that nigga

- all the time, man. - Yeah.

Like, remember those secret shows

- he'd only post clues about on Tumblr? - Yes.

- Those shows were fire, man. - Man, right?

- Secret but fire. - Right?

Man... Last of an era, man. R.I.P.

Only real niggas know Blueblood.

See this bit?

Like, the internet is just giving love to this nigga, man.

Like, every rapper out there.

That nigga was a legend.

Hey, man! Oh...

- Come the fuck on! - Man,

- they are not moving, bruh. - Nigga, man, Atlanta traffic.

- Do you see anybody moving here? - Swear to God.

Where you got to be anyway?

- The airport. - But where you gonna go, dawg?

You don't like L.A. You don't like New York.

You don't like nowhere.

What you gonna do?

Jamaica?

- Oh. Jam... Jamaica's a good one. - Mm.

But... overrated is their weed,

overrated is that movie Shottas.

- Yo, that's a dab point. - It be doing too much.

Too motherfuckin' much, bruh.

Whole night wasted.

Aw, shit.

Might as well listen to Blueblood then, man.

Yeah, put some of that on.

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

well.

Don't think I even heard this one before.

Nah? Man, well, this his new joint, man.

It came out about... six months ago.

- Okay. - It's pretty experimental.

I don't even understand what he's saying

half the time, for real.

Yeah, um, I'm... How about we get off at the next one?

Is you crazy, man? Monroe's just gonna put us

back in more traffic.

All right, you stay here, I'm-a go out.

- Uh, I'll do it on foot. - Man, you leaving me?

- Yeah, don't worry. Everything'll be... - Nigga, is you okay?

Hey!

Back up. Stop.

Do not do that.

What are you doing?

Man.

All right, bet. I got to go.

I'll hit you tomorrow.

It's not gonna take long, don't worry.

It's all good.

I already blocked off my schedule.

To drive me to Atlantic Station?

Half to drive you to Atlantic Station,

the other half to get a Publix sub.

- They are good. - They are.

Man, I haven't been here in a minute.

Yeah, me neither.

Really hope they just replace this phone.

The screen's been giving me issues for a while.

Earn?

What's up?

Hey, what's up, Kenya?

What's going on?

Doing some shopping. It's been a while.

- How you been? - I'm all right.

Hi. I'm Kenya.

Vanessa.

Well, I'm gonna try to get out of here.

Glad you're doing well.

Good to see you.

Haven't seen her in a minute.

You can't go to Atlantic Station

and not run into somebody.

Why don't they make smaller phones?

I just want, like...

a small phone.

The future is...

iPads that we carry around in our back...

Hi.

Is that another girlfriend?

Wow, you dated Atlantic Station.

I did not. It was, like, seven years ago.

I don't even know how she recognized me from outside.

Vanessa?

- Hey, I thought that was you. - Amir.

Yeah. Hey, how you been?

I haven't seen you since the Kid Ink concert.

Yeah, it's... it's, um,

- it's been a while, huh? - Yeah, definitely.

Yeah. So, you still work here?

Yeah, yeah. I've been trapped here for a while, but...

- Okay. - It's good to see you.

Yeah, yeah. You, too.

Um, let me just go help this customer real quick,

- and then I'll be right back. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Kid...

Ink?

He worked at this AT&T when

he took me to that concert.

He's still here.

That was, like, ten years ago.

Left lanes to SR 400

northbound or southbound.

Be aware, the existing ramp to SR 400 northbound

and southbound is now closed.

Plan ahead and watch the signs to access...

Yo, BET Experience, we outside.

We outside just coolin'. Niggas outside.

We got Paper Boi in his big-ass black truck.

It's tinted. You can't see him, but that's my friend.

Paper Boi, smile.

I can't zoom in. Oh, shit, it's live.

Oh, sh...

- The fuck you doing? - He-he tellin' me to come to the car.

What's up, Paper Boi?

We do this all the time. It's, like, document.

So, yeah, look at this shit. What's up, man?

Oh, shit!

He be doing that sometimes.

Oh, he's so fast.

All right, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Oh, hey.

What's up, man?

What you want?

Yeah, cool.

Cool, man, uh...

I heard y'all...

got something called a zoo pie?

"Zoo pie."

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I mean, I don't know what it is, so...