(electronic whirring)
Downloaded from YTS.BZ
(dramatic music)
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- [Narrator] There's a bar on the outskirts of Vibeland.
Usually frequented by locals and lost souls.
♪ There's nothing ♪
- There's one patron that stands out amongst the others.
The Queen herself, dancing the night away
as the jukebox plays whatever song of her liking.
♪ I begin to realize ♪
♪ There's nothing ♪
- [Narrator] Now this just isn't any song.
This is her song to him
because music is her love language.
The genre of song doesn't matter here
for she does not discriminate.
What attracts her to them, or rather,
them to her, is the vibe.
♪ As the days go, there's nothing ♪
- [Narrator] What matters here is every single one
gets their own special song.
♪ There's nothing that happened to me ♪
♪ The days go by ♪
♪ I begin to realize ♪
♪ There's nothing on my mind ♪
♪ As the day ♪
- [Narrator] And while you always remember your first,
it was this one that was different.
She didn't see the darkness or the malice or the pain.
This one was pure.
(dramatic music)
But rules are rules
and this will be their song together forever.
♪ The days go by ♪
♪ I begin to realize ♪
♪ There's nothing on my mind ♪
(electricity buzzes)
♪ As the days go by ♪
♪ I begin to ♪
(door clicks)
(dramatic chord)
(wind whistling)
(flesh squelches)
♪ The days go by ♪
♪ I begin to realize ♪
- [Narrator] All hail the queen.
All hail the fucking queen.
(queen screams)
(dramatic music)
♪ New addict ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ Gotta get it right, buddy ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ Remember when I couldn't push start the whip ♪
♪ Still laughing, the prepaid on a sidekick ♪
♪ More than the gift in the 25th ♪
♪ They say greater the reward, greater the risk ♪
♪ Bigger the ocean, bigger the fish ♪
♪ Tiger wood shots, it's impossible to miss ♪
(glass shattering)
(dramatic music)
- Hey you, they showing titties here at night?
- Shut the fuck up.
- Who's your friend?
- This my boy Mike.
He gonna roll with me for a few bips.
Do a little marketing for Swisher.
(upbeat music)
- Whatever's clever baby.
You got a mask?
- Nah, let me get one.
it's what the bipers wear, nigga.
(upbeat music)
Ay, Swish in the back?
(upbeat music)
(phone clicks)
- Two coming at you.
- And take your shoes off.
- What, why?
(upbeat music)
(dramatic music)
Yo.
These eye things cool,
but I think we need to be with old girl
with the bird mask, you feel me?
- Bruh, they assassins.
- Assassins?
- Yeah, nigga.
(dramatic music)
♪ Why do you keep yourself so boxed ♪
♪ In with all your things ♪
♪ Why do you keep yourself so boxed in ♪
♪ With all your things ♪
♪ Why do you keep yourself ♪
- Titties.
♪ With all your things ♪
♪ Why do you keep yourself so boxed in ♪
♪ With all your things ♪
♪ Why do you keep yourself so boxed in ♪
♪ With all your things ♪
♪ I been being up there bro, like I'm unchained ♪
♪ Everybody know when I walk inside the bank ♪
♪ Everybody see me when I walk inside the wall ♪
♪ Call it swish swish ♪
- [Bernie] Hey, Swish.
- Man.
- [Announcer] When Bip Man's not in the streets
of Vibeland fighting crime,
he's getting absolutely cooked off Bang Bangs.
Made locally here in Vibeland.
Bang Bang.
So refreshing.
Fuck yeah.
Do you want to bang?
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
- You gotta be fucking kidding me.
These cock suckers got commercials now?
Fuck Bip Man.
I give a about Lady Justice.
These peckerwood ass
vigilante motherfuckers is bad for business.
(Swish chuckles)
(bottle rattling)
This new shit right here, this Berserk.
Turns yous into soldiers, homie.
You motherfuckers tear a goddamn door down for Swish.
You understand me?
I got me a whole army baby.
(bottle clatters)
It's that new nigga?
- Yeah, he ready Swish.
He gonna roll with me,
make this look all cinematic and trendy and whatnot.
Like, like Ryan Kugler and the Bip world.
You feel me?
(Swish chuckles)
- Yeah, Ryan Kugler of the Bip world.
(Swish chuckles)
Yeah, I dig it.
You putting in that work for Swish.
This nigga gets it.
Mm!
(Swish chuckles)
See the real money in Only Fans
but y'all ain't freaky like that.
Hold that, Bernie.
Eye in the sky's going to text you some locations.
Only God himself will know when and where to hit these cars.
So follow the text
and check in with Barbara on your way out, little nigga.
You may go!
What the fuck?
Mm.
Yeah, pick them shits up.
(dramatic music)
- Damn, imma be real with you bro.
I don't know how I felt about all this
- Bruh, chill.
- Like I'm down to film some shit,
but this is kind of serious.
- Bruh, I got you.
- I appreciate you and I ain't no bitch.
It just doesn't feel right.
Like Ryan Kugler the Bip world?
My nigga, what the actual--
(money thuds)
- [Bernie] Like I said, I got you.
- Shit nigga, that's all you had to say.
(dramatic music)
- [Bip Man] Oh well that is cute.
I hate to break up such a wholesome moment.
But they think they can do whatever they want.
They think the street of Vibeland belong to them.
Who is Bip Man, you might ask.
He is justice and retribution
and I feel like our friends here
are gonna get to know him very, very soon.
(Bip Man laughing) (dramatic music)
(glass thuds)
- Fuck that nigga, Bip Man.
(dramatic music)
- [Host] Hey yo, that Sigga people,
we got a sick one coming up in the Bay.
It's too hot out this week not to be outside.
Got the Battle of the Bay, Sunday night.
Nineers, raiders, tickets going crazy.
Saturday Summit GMs line up is stupid.
This year is stacked.
As for tonight, I hope y'all stay safe out there.
Vibeland, been on some Stranger Things type shit.
We got a caller right now.
Brother renting outta West Oakland.
Renter, talk to me good brother.
- [Caller] Blood, what we talking about man?
Buddy is not playing with y'all.
Y'all need to leave that shit alone.
Missing people, cults, come on man.
- [Host] Hey, this zodiac shit gotta stop for real y'all.
- [Caller] Buddy worked in a Frisco boogeyman himself.
I know that y'all understand the problem.
- [Host] You know they call me
Conspiracy man Marco, my brother.
Stay blessed.
We got another caller, what up out there Vibeland.
(radio statics)
(eerie music)
- [Radio] Attention Citizens of San Francisco.
Since the Chronicle failed
to print my last statement in a timely manner,
my next hunt will take place tonight.
A woman age 18 to 35 of negro descent.
I will slit her throat from ear to ear
and watch the blood flow down her chest.
(dramatic chord)
I will not dispose of the body
but dismember each limb with a hack saw
so that it fits neatly into my luggage.
I will sew her mouth shut
as her screens will only get in the way of my work.
Please note that I'm not a psychopath.
I am a necessity.
Vibeland is not for the meek
and I'm the swift right hand of human evolution.
(phone clicks)
(radio statics)
- [Host] Why she gotta be black, though?
- [Caller] I got a conspiracy for you.
- [Host] Go on, hit me, hit me.
- [Caller] Stevie Wonder could see.
- [Host] Yo, yo shit.
Hey man, I mean, I've seen those videos.
He got that microphone.
- [Caller] Yeah, that was wild.
And, and he blew kisses back
at the lady over there on stage.
(host laughing)
- Come on friend, come on bruh, come on bruh.
This is getting out of hand.
My plan is out of hand right now.
This shit if going crazy right now.
- [Host] Yeah, and that's saying a lot.
Ridiculous, I mean we had the Zodiac copy cat.
- [Host] Maybe it's a copy cat, maybe it's the original.
People are saying it could be something like,
from another dimension on some terminator shit.
- [Host] Oh hell no.
- [Host] How did we get here?
Because we didn't do shit.
- [Host] Chilling bro, like walking our dogs.
- [Host] What's that new killer?
- [Host] (sighs) Oh man.
- [Host] A new serial killer,
the fact I'm even saying there's a new serial killer.
- [Host] Yeah man, that fucking.
- [Host] The Butcher, the baby faced Butcher.
He cuts your face off with a potato peeler.
- [Host] Oh my goodness.
Hide your kids, hide your wife.
(door beeps)
- [Announcer] Welcome to Vibemart.
(upbeat music)
(PA system beeps)
- [Announcer] Attention by Vibemart shoppers.
Will the owner of a demonic like child
wearing overalls please come to cashier number three.
Thank you.
(upbeat music)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic chord)
- Oh my bad.
(ominous music)
What the fuck?
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
(alarm ringing)
Oh my God, oh my God, stop.
(suspenseful music)
Hell no.
(alarm ringing)
(radio statics)
- [Host] Okay.
- [Host] This is how they take over bro.
- [Host] So, we're getting to the truth here, so.
- [Host] Yeah.
- [Host] The government has already said
- [Host] that aliens are real.
- [Host] Where do we stand with that?
♪ Motherfucking make money ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ Yeah, say it with your chest now ♪
♪ Make money, get bit down ♪
♪ I did drugs, now I'm back on ♪
♪ And now I got nothing to do ♪
♪ I wanna put my lips on you ♪
♪ I wanna make your dreams come true, yeah baby ♪
♪ Because I admit that I've been shy ♪
♪ About pretty rings, my nigga slide and out ♪
♪ Up too high, I don't want fight ♪
♪ About the crazy nights ♪
♪ Come on let's ride it out ♪
♪ I get the heebie jeebies when you post in bikinis ♪
♪ And ride a top, you look like Brittney Sweeny ♪
♪ Jesus, the whip the was smoking out ♪
♪ I thought it was the marijuana ♪
♪ Did our party take us to our destination, party started ♪
♪ Psycho analysis, you sunk my battle ship ♪
♪ And sent my dreams my sleep paralysis, damn it ♪
♪ We playing nervous I won't panic ♪
♪ I eat you up from head to toe, cause I get famished ♪
♪ I need to get about the country, did the planet ♪
♪ Don't turn your back on me my dive, you know I'm damaged ♪
♪ My biggest fear is that I end up being average ♪
♪ But I got one, my molly left, I'm down to have it ♪
♪ Now I did drugs, now I'm back home ♪
♪ And now I've got nothing to do ♪
♪ I want to put my lips on you ♪
♪ I want to make your dreams come true, yeah baby ♪
♪ Cause I'll admit that I've been shy about ♪
♪ Pretty days, my niggas starting now ♪
♪ I'm too high, I don't want to fight about ♪
♪ Crazy nights, come on let's ride it out ♪
- Tell me a story about vibeland.
- Like some real Frisco Lore?
All right.
(dramatic music)
So in the 80s, there's this high school basketball player.
White boy, super dope, all city,
girlfriend captain of the cheer team.
Typical high school musical shit, right?
It's time to go to college.
She stays local and goes, do see Vibeland?
While he gets a full ride to USC or wherever the fuck.
Someplace not here.
Guess what happens next?
- He breaks up with her.
- She breaks up with him.
But bro aint trying to do all that.
He's so, he's so cooked, he drops his full ride,
shows up at UC Vibeland unannounced, fully enrolled.
Surprises home girls.
She's like, what the fuck, dude?
No, we're already two weeks in.
She's probably like all in the frat parties,
you know, dating black dudes and shit.
She's probably having a good time.
- Nice.
- I know.
So bruh in a blind fit
of rage and love or whatever you call it.
He goes to her father's VHS store over on Irving Street,
grabs a gun from behind the register,
walks up to her in broad daylight,
shoots her dead on campus.
(gun firing)
- Holy shit.
- Fucked up, right?
(birds chirping)
Allegedly, she still haunts the campus to this day.
- Spooky.
- Just saying.
- Let me guess, they told you this
during freshman orientation.
- First of all, I didn't go to UC Vibeland.
I went to.
(dramatic chord)
I.
(phone buzzes)
Fuck, I can't remember.
- It's okay.
- No, that's fucking weird.
- Well, sorry I have to do this.
- Do what?
You, what the fuck dude?
- Game over, motherfucker.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
(dramatic music) (singer scatting)
(dramatic music)
♪ Talk to Brody in the morning ♪
♪ Doing numbers really got me going ♪
♪ Hit my line if it's important ♪
♪ Little mama just hopped up on it ♪
(phone ringing)
- [Phone] Candidate 107, begin your debrief.
- I think.
- [Phone] Don't think
- I feel like there was an error on my part.
I was forgetting things inside the simulation
that I normally wouldn't forget.
And if I'm being honest,
I'm not fully aware of what
the directive on that mission was.
- [Phone] How did that make you feel?
- I don't know.
I think--
- [Phone] Don't think
- Anxious.
- [Phone] What does EAT stand for?
- Equality, advancement, task force.
- [Phone] So you know, you must be prepared to do anything
for the advancement of equality
and today's nightmares--
- Pave the way for tomorrow's future.
I know the mantra.
- [Phone] Why do you want to be a field agent for EAT?
- Look man, if I'm being honest, I'll be a field agent.
I'll do R&D, I'll do supernatural claims.
I'll even scrub toilets at this point.
The reality of my situation right now
is that I need this job.
I work hard and I love this city.
Let's run it again.
(dramatic music)
- Hear me out.
- [107] I'm listening man.
- Monsters, ghosts, serial killers.
It's like a common theme throughout Vibeland these days.
- It's Vibeland, dude.
- But what if there's someone or something,
trying to control us?
Trying to keep the brown and black in line.
- Like buying crack in the hood?
- Exactly.
(dramatic music)
- We should get some--
(phone beeps)
- Can I tell you something?
- You want in?
It's like 80 a G.
- No.
I saw him, saw him, saw him.
I saw the Zodiac killer.
- Get outta here. (dramatic chord)
- He was following me throughout Vibemart.
- What, so he just like followed you?
- Yeah, he was in there with me and then I left.
And then I.
(dramatic music)
And then I.
Can't remember.
(phone buzzes)
I um, I went.
(dramatic music)
- I'mma hit that.
(dramatic music)
- That must mean, did I deviate from the objective?
Something is very wrong.
(dramatic music)
Shit.
(suspenseful music)
(flesh squelching) (39 grunts)
(phone ringing)
- [Phone] Candidate 39.
Do you hold resentment over the residuals
of last month's application?
- No.
- [Phone] What happened today?
- It felt more real.
- [Phone] Go on.
- I got lost in the simulation.
I started forgetting things.
- [Phone] How can you be sure
that you are not inside right now?
- I guess I can't.
- [Phone] You are correct in that
the simulation turns once you are too deeply immersed.
Do you believe Vibeland is real?
- Yes.
- [Phone] Do you believe you are real?
Don't think.
- Yes.
- [Phone] Why do you keep applying
for a field agent position at EAT?
- The world is a scary place.
I wanna make a difference.
I need to make a difference.
(dramatic chord)
(dramatic music)
(phone buzzes)
(eerie music)
- So what you thought you saw the zodiac?
- I don't think I know I saw the Zodiac
and no, it was hang gliding, I told you.
- You were hang gliding?
- Yes.
- You were hang gliding?
- Yes.
- Super cap, super fucking cap.
- Why would I lie?
- The Zodiac, hang gliding, what is this?
- Why would I lie?
- I don't know, you lie about a lot of things.
- No, I don't actually.
- Okay.
- Don't be jealous because I live
a really fun life, and you don't.
- I live a mildly decent fun life.
- Shut your boring ass.
You're over here telling me ghost stories about college.
- You asked, you said tell me a story about Vibeland.
You literally asked that.
- I wanted like a good juicy story.
(both laughing)
- You're fucking nuts.
That's fucking crazy, cause there's actually a ghost story--
(phone ringing)
- [Phone] Congratulations candidate.
You've successfully made it through
the simulation round of applications.
We will place you on a brief hold.
While you wait, please listen
to Dance Away Tonight by Indie Anthony.
It's a great song that got me through a lot.
A really hard time.
I was down bad.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy.
Good luck on your next round.
(dramatic music)
- [Andrea] That's a lot of pressure
to ask somebody on a second date.
- [Date] I mean, I feel like I got a know now.
- Well obviously, Pulp Fiction is number one.
- Okay, solid number one.
- And Jane Gogh is number two.
- Okay, yeah, I respect that.
- And the sleeper pick coming in at number three.
Death Proof.
- That? - Yeah.
- That's your third favorite Tarantino movie?
- Hey, if you're not ready for complex answers,
do not ask complex questions.
All right buddy?
- Shit, you think you know a guy?
- You don't know me, bruh.
- That's true, bruh.
But I'd like to though.
♪ Take risks, shake life, crap out ♪
♪ Paranoia, hallelujah, tap out ♪
♪ Going crazy, give me kisses, love me ♪
♪ All my brodies, how we living, ugly ♪
♪ A lot of y'all never caught a fade in a parking lot ♪
♪ A lot of y'all never held it down for your family ♪
♪ My pops used to tell me never go trust the cops ♪
♪ That's love, that's my definition of a family ♪
♪ Real niggas trying to make money over here ♪
♪ Real niggas trying to make money ♪
♪ I ain't running places, I'm like hot sauce ♪
♪ In a back gym in Brooklyn ♪
♪ With some black Tims around the world ♪
♪ Turn this bitch into Asher world ♪
♪ Pulled up in a party bus to my mama crib ♪
♪ Told her hop in, there's a lot of drugs ♪
♪ And some girls dancing ♪
♪ And my homie might have a glock in it ♪
♪ Why we stayed doing stupid, I love it though ♪
♪ RPSB, never trust the hoe ♪
♪ Why your homie claim he come from dough ♪
♪ She'd be flirting, nigga fuck it though ♪
♪ Drop a twerking, let me touch it dog ♪
♪ Kinda fitted, but we suck at it ♪
♪ I was stressing hella months ago ♪
♪ Tell my homie I was getting mad ♪
♪ I tell my homie I was getting mad ♪
♪ Tell my homie I was getting mad ♪
♪ Motherfucker, I be getting mad ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Fellah nigga, take risks ♪
♪ Shake life, crap out ♪
♪ Paranoia, hallelujah, crap out ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ We at the after party getting lit ♪
♪ We at the after party trying to fill ♪
♪ Had to double check if you was real ♪
♪ Don't need no soul searching ♪
♪ I done come here to make you a deal ♪
♪ Strippers and close curtains ♪
♪ Homies outside, we out in the field ♪
♪ Baby, touch it up ♪
♪ Tell me something here that I really wanna know ♪
♪ Always gotta keep it goat ♪
♪ Money comes, money ♪
(finger snaps)
♪ Always gotta keep a code ♪
♪ Money comes money ♪
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
(waves crashing)
(dramatic music)
- [Client] Have you seen my baby?
- [PI] That's it, Callahan.
They finally got you.
You just had to take that last job, didn't you?
(dramatic music)
EAT, equality, advancement my ass.
Now how do we get out of this one?
(dramatic music)
Shoot my way out, that's old school.
But these pups don't do that anymore.
Think PI, think.
The masked man.
(dramatic chord)
What'd he tell you?
Look, I can't talk long.
But EAT is responsible
for everything going on in Vibeland right now.
Every single nightmare.
Yo, you got $20?
The 91 owl takes hella along.
My baby mama tripping right now.
I need that money for a cab, like straight up.
Every nightmare.
I don't know who to trust.
I feel like there's an entity following me.
(dramatic chord)
It couldn't have been her.
The ghost lady of Stow Lake, perhaps.
Legend has it, you need to answer a question to be cursed.
And I definitely didn't.
Right?
(entity screams)
No, PI, don't let them get to you.
You'd never let your guard down like--
- Hey.
(eerie music)
(gun clicks)
(suspenseful music)
- [PI] Old school, it is.
(gun firing)
♪ Risk it all, throw it at me ♪
♪ I'm a catcher, call me bad things ♪
♪ Blow your back out, chiropractic ♪
♪ I've been waiting for a long time ♪
♪ Happy after you taste so good ♪
♪ Where's your mama ♪
♪ I'm a slap her ♪
- [Sample] Taste so good, make you wanna slap your mama.
♪ I just took a cab, I think I'm melting ♪
♪ Todl you sorry girl, I think I'm melting ♪
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
- Hella creepy.
Now legend has it, if you respond
to her asking if you've seen her baby,
she haunts you for the rest of your life.
- No way.
- Yeah, dude, she saw her.
- That's some creepy ass shit.
- Super creepy, I don't know.
I saw something, that's all I know.
- San Francisco got hella urban legends dude.
It got ghost lady of Stow Lake.
They got Chinatown tunnels now there's Bip Man.
- Blood albino in the forest.
- [Friend] We're like in a forest.
- [Friend] I know, pretty creepy.
- We don't need to be worried, right?
- Nah, it's chill.
- Fuck all that.
When's the last time on some real shit?
OG, y'all played never have I ever.
- Ooh, I love that game, let's play.
- I hate that game.
- I am down.
- All right, just real quick, real quick, quick round.
Never have I ever donated a thong on a Saturday.
(group laughs)
- Okay?
- No.
- [Friend] That's crazy.
- Okay, I got a good one.
Never have I ever seen a blood albino.
(dramatic music)
- Wait, really?
- You seen a blood albino before?
- Did you hear that?
(eerie music)
They're in the trees.
- [Friend] Hello?
- They're in the trees, they're in the trees.
Come on, hey, get up.
- What? - Get up.
- What are you talking about? - Go, go, run, run.
- What, what? - Run, run, keep going.
(gun clicks)
(suspenseful music)
- I knew we'd meet again, blood albino motherfucker.
(dramatic music)
Blood albino motherfucker, I knew we'd meet again.
- Oh my God, was the a gun?
- If I don't make it, burn my computer!
(gun firing) (dramatic music)
- [Friend] Move, man!
(dramatic music)
- It's week three, go on the other side!
- Fuck, he has the keys.
(friend screams)
(dramatic music) (friends laughing)
- My turn.
- Yeah.
- What's your favorite conspiracy theory?
- Okay, so my Uncle Augie thinks
that there's this shady secret organization
that's running all of San Francisco.
- [Andrea] Really?
- Yeah.
Like, they're the ones responsible
for all the, all the toxic land at Hunter's Point in TI.
- Wow.
- Yeah, all that weird shit going on Vibeland.
(both laughing)
field agents and monsters and (dramatic chord).
Sasquatch and shit.
I mean, I mean, he's a fucking nut, but I love the guy.
Lot of, lot of drugs during the summer of love.
- Listen, your uncle kind of sounds like my kind of guy.
- Hey, I'm sorry. - Yo, what the?
- I mean, shit, well, I, I can introduce
you to him if you like.
I, I can set y'all up.
You can go on a double date with your,
your mom or something.
- Not my mom.
- Yes, your mom.
Oh no, sorry, was that too far?
- [Andrea] Too far.
- Yeah, it's too far.
- My bad. - Yeah.
- [Andrea] Not Mommy.
- Yes, Mommy.
(Andrea laughs)
I saw it in pictures.
- No, oh my gosh.
- Can I tell you one more thing
about Uncle Auggie or are we over him?
- Yes, let's talk more about Uncle Auggie.
So I peeped your jacket.
(dramatic chord)
Yeah.
You remember when Tatiana the Tiger
fucked those two dudes up at the San Francisco Zoo?
- [Andrea] Yeah.
- Well Uncle Auggie and I were there that day.
And he's got a whole bunch
of conspiracy theories about, about that.
(dramatic music)
Did you hear me, Butterfly?
- What?
- Oh, it's from your third favorite Tarantino movie.
(dramatic music)
- [Stranger] Coconut in it
- [Stranger] But The contrast between that,
I, like you feel the full spectrum.
- I like the name, She Bangs?
- Yeah.
- Ricky Martin throwback.
What's up Nino?
- What up dog?
- I saw one called Titty Monkey Milk.
- Hey.
- [Cashier] Hey, what's up Nino?
- Nothing, how are you?
- Pretty good, how are you?
How's your Weekend?
- Good, it was good, pretty chill, nothing crazy.
- Good, how's everything?
- Pretty good, just this.
- That's good.
Ah, tequila two, zit.
- [Cashier] One second, one second.
What's up, big dog?
Got you right here.
(dramatic music)
(door beeps)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic chord)
- Give me your God damn bags,
- No!
No, give me my purse, you bitch!
- Let go of this shit!
- No!
Big man, help!
(eerie music)
- It's okay, baby.
I got this.
- No, Bip Man, stop, here!
Take it, I'm sorry.
No, no, no!
(people yelling)
Oh my God, fuck him up!
Ow, he's fucking them up.
(dramatic music)
- [Narrator] When Bip Man's not
in the streets of fighting crime.
He's getting absolutely cooked off.
Bang Bangs made locally here Vibeland.
Bang Bang, so refreshing.
Fuck yeah.
Do you wanna bang?
(gun firing)
(upbeat music)
(dramatic music) (radio chattering)
♪ Blue lights ♪
♪ Out the homies outside in the moonlight ♪
♪ We've been trying to link up for like two nights ♪
♪ Low battery power baby ooh, yikes ♪
♪ But I'm charged up and the bar suck ♪
♪ Let's get out here some place where it's all us ♪
♪ Come on girl, carry for the star dust ♪
♪ Hit my home boy ♪
- It was a nice reunion. I had a good time.
- It was good. - Yeah.
- It was nice seeing everyone and talking to everyone
and just hanging out.
- Wasn't little Thomas so cute?
- Oh my God, the cutest.
His little cheeks were just so squishable.
- I know, I know.
- He was a little stinky
towards the end of the night though.
- [Friend] I know.
Are they feeding him formula?
- On a serious note?
How'd you blow the bathroom up like that Gazelle?
Like what'd you have for lunch?
- What?
- It Was pretty foul, Gazelle.
I did not know you could do that.
- It wasn't me,
I had a salad for lunch.
There was no way I stunk up the bathroom.
- There had to have been like you smelled like a dead rat.
- I only had a salad and maybe a piece of carrot.
Okay, so I know for a fact it wasn't my poop that stank.
Secondly, I didn't even poop.
So why would you even think that I was me?
Also, I didn't even use the bathroom.
All I did was smell The potpourri.
The poopourri, whatever it's called.
All I know is that it wasn't.
- So what I've been doing over the past few years
after the music thing kind
of went away is I've been middle manning
and negotiating different, different disputes
between family members and friends.
Typically in the fecal realm.
This is one of the most broken cases
that I've encountered in a while.
This is good tea, thank you.
Let's get into it.
I'll start with you, miss.
You said that you had a salad.
Could you be a little more specific with us
on what was in the salad?
- It was just a green goddess salad.
All there was in it was lettuce, avocado and tomatoes.
- [Mediator] How many tomatoes?
- Two, at best.
- I believe she has a point with the fact that
that is a pushing agent
and that maybe you did need to use the restroom.
- I didn't poop.
- We'll move on to you, miss.
Are you familiar with the term whoever smelt it, dealt it?
(dramatic music)
- Of course, that's like
the first thing you learn growing up.
Like how old are we?
- [Mediator] Well, in my professional field
you find that as archaic as that term is,
it actually rings true in most friend and family groups.
- So are you trying to say it was me that did it?
- [Mediator] I'm not saying anything.
- It kind of sounds like you are.
And like I said, I passed by the bathroom
and I saw what I saw.
- [Mediator] You're being very defensive right now.
- I mean you can call it what you want,
but I don't like this tone of yours.
- Well, defense mechanisms are common
in people that often blow up
housewarming parties and infiltrate with feces.
The dead rat comment.
- I'm like not even sure how this became a thing.
(dramatic music)
- [Gazelle] I didn't poop
- Chaos in downtown San Francisco
as a giant crab has ripped through a cable car
and several buildings.
(dramatic music)
♪ I pulled up in a whip with my chick and some niggas ♪
♪ Who going to empty out a clip ♪
♪ If you snitch on the clique ♪
(phone ringing)
- [Phone] Hi, it's me.
Leave a message.
- Hey Tam.
I just wanted to call you.
Tell you that I don't blame you
for how we ended it.
(caller sniffs)
And that I'll let Junebug know how much we tried
to keep it together after he.
I'll give him a big hug for you.
Take care.
(waves crashing)
(dramatic music)
(phone splashes)
I'm coming son.
(dramatic music)
- Dad.
(dramatic chord)
- Junebug?
Is that, (cries out).
(world rumbling)
(dramatic music)
Am I, am I dead?
- [Junebug] Dad.
(dramatic music)
- All aboard.
(dramatic music)
- Junebug?
(dramatic music)
- [Junebug] It's okay dad, I'm okay.
But it's not safe for you down here.
- June, what are you talking about?
- The crazy crab, he'll tear you apart.
- The crazy crab?
(dramatic music)
Son, what is going on?
(dramatic music)
(sword shings)
Junebug, wait!
You need to go home now, Dad.
Tell mommy I love her.
I protect you two now.
- Wait, wait, wait, no, June.
(bus squeaks)
(dramatic music)
(sword clanging)
Junebug.
No.
June, Junebug, wait no!
(dramatic music)
- [Tammy] James?
James, are you there?
- What the fuck?
Hi Tammy.
- [Tammy] Is everything okay?
- Yeah.
- [Tammy] It's after midnight.
- I think everything is okay, actually.
I'll call you back in the morning.
(engine rumbling)
(dramatic music)
- Let's do this.
(dramatic music)
♪ It's the way we met ♪
♪ Can you pick my phone up ♪
♪ Just go ahead now ♪
♪ I got people in my corner ♪
♪ That I can't let down ♪
♪ I got ♪
♪ Work tomorrow morning ♪
♪ Man, fuck this strip club ♪
♪ I'm with wifey and her home girls ♪
♪ And all my niggas ♪
♪ Get down, get down, get down, get down ♪
♪ I said wait man ♪
♪ Did you pick my phone up ♪
♪ Just go ahead now ♪
♪ I got problems you don't want none ♪
♪ I need to go to abed now ♪
♪ Work is around that fucking corner ♪
♪ I'm still so zooted ♪
♪ Everybody do it just like this now ♪
♪ Oh ey ♪
♪ Zooted ♪
- So it's not the furry back.
I could deal with the hair.
- Whoa.
- But it's the breath and the toenails.
Them claws were clawing.
- Wait, who is this, your Tinder date?
- No, the Yeti.
But I mean, same thing.
- Oh.
- Anyways, it's my stop.
I'll see you later.
- Bye, bye.
- Bye.
(suspenseful music)
- Hello?
(dramatic chord)
Hello?
(dramatic chord)
Aw fuck.
(dramatic music)
(attacker cries out)
(suspenseful music)
You know, in the animal kingdom,
there's two types of hunters.
One of them uses power
and the other uses traps.
Unfortunate for you, I use both!
(buddy coughs)
Oh, hey guys.
- Sup.
- What are you up to?
- The usu.
- Nice.
Fire up later?
- Yeah, for sure, hit us.
- Sure.
- Okay, bye, good seeing you.
- Bye, good seeing you. - Later.
- Have a nice.
(stalked cries out) (flesh thuds)
(dramatic music)
♪ What you doing where you going next ♪
♪ Day and night take ♪
♪ What you doing where you going next ♪
♪ RPS Biddo ♪
♪ Domatic ♪
♪ Little bit of molly with little bit of trees ♪
♪ Anything to get you open ♪
♪ I got what you need ♪
♪ Have you ever met somebody like me ♪
♪ Never somebody like me ♪
(lighter flicks)
♪ I be making music for the thug niggas ♪
♪ Strippers, firefighters, and the drug dealers ♪
♪ Gas, rank, deal ♪
- It's pretty good stuff.
My boy Psycho got me that.
I think it's got meth in it or something.
(both laughing)
I'm kidding, I'm kidding,
he didn't put meth in it, I think.
(dramatic music)
You have to go.
(dramatic music)
Whoa, whoa, what the fuck?
Who the fuck is that?
(dramatic chord)
- Is that the same van from earlier?
- What?
- That's the same fucking van from earlier.
The one I saw at Whiz Burger.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure, I've been seeing it all fucking night.
- Okay.
(suspenseful music)
(car door thuds)
Oh my God, I think someone's getting out.
- This is so fucking creepy.
- Okay, hold on.
- Wait, wait, no.
- No, no, I. - Just.
(suspenseful music)
- I got this.
Hey, I got this.
I got this.
(suspenseful music)
(door thuds)
(suspenseful music)
Yo my man, are you good?
(gun firing)
(Andrea screams)
(Andrea crying)
(dramatic music) (Andrea crying)