Meet the Blacks Page #6

was gonna come in here.

I brought you out here.

You're disrespecting my kids.

- Man, come on.

- Messing with my wife.

- Come on, bro.

- You're threatening them.

- Who would threaten--

- You did! You did!

- Get out of here. Get out of here.

- Hey, stop.

Hey, you ain't gonna

hit me no more...

with that goddamn bat.

You know I did the two years.

I die by mine.

Know that.

Don't hit me no more.

- Okay, well, know this.

- What?

Some kids need

their ass spanked...

I think it's the Purge.

I wasn't gonna f***

your old lady.

Boy, ain't no purge

happening in Beverly Hills.

What's that mean?

You know what?

I'm just gonna check it out.

- Just stay here, okay?

- ...I'm sorry!

- Just don't move.

- Okay.

Time to die, everyone.

Movie over.

They're gonna purge me, Carl!

Daddy? Daddy!

- You're gonna be sorry!

- Get your ass out of here.

- Dad!

- Carl, that is your family out there.

- F*** him!

- But tonight's the Purge!

You put out Cronut again?

Yeah, I kicked Cronut's ass

out of here.

Y'all gonna defend

a damn dude...

- that just got out of prison?

- What?

Let him do some time

in Beverly Hills.

- He's gonna die out there.

- I don't give a f*** if he dies.

- R-I-P, Cronut.

- Cronut needs to be inside with us.

It's the Purge!

They're crazy.

- Let him back in the house. He's family!

- Move, b*tch!

Yeah!

What's up?

Yo, what's up, Mr. Frosty?

It's Freezee, nigga!

I'm sick and tired of you.

- What you doing in my house?

- What I was up here doing?

I was making sweet love

to your daughter...

making you a grandkid.

With no protection.

John Witherspoon-looking

little motherf***er.

- I'm coming up here.

- Purge on this nigga!

- Run!

- B*tch!

You ready for the Purge?

Allie, what you doing

up there with that boy?

- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna purge this nigga.

Why? He's my family Sto I

- Shut up! p'

I'm doing it for you.

I thought you said

you loved me.

- I love you. Watch this.

- That's my family!

- Shut up, b*tch!

- Daddy, run!

Hey, b*tch!

Shut up!

- You shut up!

- Shut up!

' No, you shut up!

- Shut up!

- B*tch.

- Freezee!

- B*tch, I'm crazy.

- Stop!

I done... with you.

I knew it.

I knew you was crazy!

- F*** you, Mr. Freeze.

- No! Daddy, hide!

Put the gun down!

- I'm in the studio, b*tch!

- Why you doing this?

You told me I was

your trap queen!

Oh, sh*t!

F***. Daddy!

I think I killed him!

Oh, my God.

Carl, we're going to jail.

No. Allie,

you're going to jail.

I don't wanna go to jail!

- Look what you did.

- You told me I was your trap queen!

- Freezee.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Damn.

- Carl, touch him.

All right, we got

a dead nigga in the house.

- Oh, Carl.

- Okay, now listen.

I watched First 48-

We gotta wipe this house down.

- First 48 ?

- First 48.

We gotta make sure ain't no more

black people around here...

- 'cause they will snitch.

- Wait, it's the Purge, okay?

It doesn't-- we're not gonna

get in trouble, remember?

Yeah, but they'll charge me.

Carl, no.

Don't touch him.

- That makes it worse.

- I don't wanna touch him either.

- Carl.

- Roll up, roll his ass up.

- Come on.

- Oh, no!

- How are we gonna...

- I don't wanna touch him!

Shut the f*** up.

Oh, God.

Carl, who is that?

Dad, who is that?

- He's got a chainsaw.

- Who is that?

It's Donald Trump.

I'm just kidding.

It's been a while.

Go to the panic room.

I heard you.

- Let's go.

- CJ, come on.

Hello, Carl.

Or should I call you

Mr. Black?

How do you know

my name?

We know

how you can afford...

to live

in this neighborhood...

- and you're not welcome.

- You've been Googling my ass?

You're not wanted here, Carl.

We enjoy watching your kind

on the football field...

the basketball courts,

and the boxing ring.

But we pay for cable TV...

to see you

on our television...

not to live

in our neighborhood.

Daddy, I'm scared.

It's a matter of time...

before your wife

starts to braid hair...

like Allen lverson!

Why does he still have

the braids?

We like

Allen lverson's braids.

- Yeah.

- We do.

Mr. Black...

it's a matter of time...

before our wives

want to sleep with you.

And I do not want you

destroying my wife's guts.

So I must destroy you.

You think

I'm scared of you?

We don't want a nigga.

- What?

- What?

You out of your mind?

- Too much?

- Yeah!

- What the hell are you thinking?

- Way too much.

Sorry about that, Carl.

Nah, f*** all that.

No, no, don't be sorry.

Your ass is grass

for saying that.

That's on me.

I really wanna apologize for that.

So everything else

I meant.

That last part I didn't,

so sorry about that.

Don't-- that ain't...

- Put the...

- Dude, just let...

You wanna be sorry?

Get out my motherfucking house.

Tonight, you're being purged

for being a liar, Carl Black...

- and I'm coming in there!

- You can't get in here!

- Yeah.

- Watch, b*tch.

It's protected by Viper!

I'm going to cut

the power now, Mr. Black.

So it's going to be harder

to see you and your family.

Maybe if you smile...

it would help us

find you in the dark.

F***.

F***.

Jesus. My power tool

has run out of gas.

What are the chances?

I'll be back, Mr. Black.

Why is my power tool

out of gas?

The Purge is the same time every year,

you two imbeciles.

- I'm scared of the dark.

- What?

How are you a vampire

and scared of the dark?

Vampires are scared

of the dark sometimes.

It's just a little thing

that goes on.

Don't worry about it.

We're on lockdown.

They can't do nothing to us.

They killed the power.

UP With y'all?

What the hell?

Where'd you come from?

- I came through the back.

- The back?

What the hell you mean

you came through the back?

- We on lockdown!

- Clearly, we're not.

Man, you got a lot of broke windows

out there in the back.

You need to get

that sh*t checked.

You ain't check that sh*t on Zillow

before you bought this sh*t?

Look, if that window's open...

who knows

what else is open.

You go check out the front...

and I'ma go

check out the back.

Wait, wait, wait,

black people don't split up.

- Yeah.

- We gotta split up tonight.

Girls, y'all stay here.

Come on, let's do it.

All right, guys, listen...

we're gonna be fine

as long as we stay together.

I can't take this anymore.

I have to go.

- Carl's Jr!

- God!

The Purge is on,

motherfuckers!

- Who's there?

- Welcome to the neighborhood, Blacks!

Hey, hey!

They're upstairs!

It's gonna be okay.

Dark is just

the opposite of light.

I don't play that sh*t.

You think you're gonna run me

out of this nice-ass house?

I'm from the hood.

Can't nothing f*** with me.

Once you go black, you die!

B*tch, this is not a game.

Shut the f***ing door

around here, sh*t.

B*tch-ass!

Bad night to be a lyin',

thievin' runaway.

Key Flo...

what you doin'

in L.A., baby?

Crazy sh*t goin' on

out there tonight, Carl.

You scared, Carl?

No, I ain't scared.

I'm just doing some dishes

for my family.

F*** am I scared,

be scared of?

You look real good, Carl.

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