UNCLE CLIFFORD sits at the bar, counting cash with razor-sharp precision.
Neon pink light bleeds through heavy cigar smoke. Bass from a distant track rattles the liquor bottles on the shelf. [S2E10] Mississippi Rule
Trapped, desperate, on the verge of breaking. [SCENE START] INT. THE PYNK - NIGHT UNCLE CLIFFORD sits at the bar, counting cash
(Voice shaking)I did everything they told me to do, Clifford. I smiled. I danced. I built a whole world out of glitter just to hide the bruises. UNCLE CLIFFORD sits at the bar
(Standing up, towering and protective)Then you listen to me very carefully. Down here in the Delta, we don't live by their rules. We live by the Mississippi Rule. KEYSHAWN And what rule is that?