[Horace] I wanna find out what happened.
Call everybody and get them to my house right now.
I'm asking you, are you okay?
-[Kimmie] They have my sister. -[tires screech]
No!
I am not letting them do to her what they did to me. Ever.
[Olivia] He shot up the car, and he lit it on fire.
Your uncle is a monster.
Find my brother and bring him to me.
He killed my son. This is fucking war!
What the fuck? Nigga, I thought you was dead.
-Where is my sister? -[Delinda yells]
[gunshot]
Go home.
I'm waiting till you find Norman.
[gentle piano music playing]
Why?
I know that you will bring him here.
Yes, I will.
So I will wait until then.
Why, Olivia?
You think I'm gonna let you take him out?
What does it matter?
He's my son. It matters to me.
Well, wait in the other room.
I will wait in any room I damn well please.
Jules.
[gentle music continues]
Jules.
Did you find him?
No, but I have somebody on it.
Well, whoever you have looking for him ain't doing shit.
You go find him and bring him back.
Yes, sir.
[tense music playing]
Hey.
[Jules] Hey.
So, what's the plan?
I don't have one.
Shit. Well, that's stupid.
I'm trying to figure it out.
Jules, if Norman comes here, all hell is gonna break loose.
Look, I know.
-No-- -No, I-- I-- Look, I got it.
I don't think you do.
But wait, I think I have an idea.
Okay, I'm listening.
Do you know somebody that maybe you can say did this and then you bring them here?
[sighing] Uh… Mallory.
Come on, like a criminal or something, somebody you can pin this on.
I got it.
What does that mean?
Exactly what I said.
[suspenseful music playing]
[engine starts]
-[phone rings] -[Jules] Mm.
-[radio chatter] -[Calvin] You need to come by the motel.
-[Jules on phone] What is it? -[Calvin] The cops are here.
Shit, maybe even a coroner. Not good.
Shit.
One of ours?
-[Calvin] I can ask. -No, no, no.
No. Just wait for me.
-Okay. -Uh, wha-- Wha--
What about Norman? Have you found him?
He's nowhere to be found.
Yeah, I didn't think so.
And if he doesn't wanna be found…
Yeah, yeah, I know.
I know.
All right, I'll see you soon. [sniffs]
[dramatic music playing]
[sniffles]
I want my sister.
I know.
If we could just find out where she is.
[sniffles]
We gotta go back to his house.
I don't think we should do that. She's not there.
Fuck it, call Jules.
[dramatic music playing]
Kimmie, I can't call Jules. What-- What the fuck are you talking about?
Well, then, I'll call him.
And say what?
[sniffles] That if he doesn't give me my sister, I'm gon--
You know you can't threaten Jules.
-So, what am I supposed to do, Angel? -I don't know.
Just sit here and let them do whatev--
[inhales] Let them do whatever they want to her?
-[Kimmie exhales] -We don't have any power, Kimmie.
You don't have the power.
And what do you got? The power to kill?
And the stomach too, if you didn't notice.
I noticed. But, Kimmie,
you need to calm down. It's a bad move.
I don't care. I want Sylvie.
I left her once, and it's not gonna happen again.
-I understand what you're saying, but… -[Kimmie sniffles]
Take this exit up here. Let's go south.
-We're not going to Indiana. -We're not going there.
Just take the exit.
-Kimmie, this car is a fucking lemon. -I don't give a fuck about the car, Angel.
We're not going far. It'll get us there.
Okay, but you need to be laying low right now, okay?
I don't know how many times I have to tell you that.
Angel…
I'mma tell you this once.
If you're with me, drive. If not, stop the car, get the fuck out.
Okay.
[indistinct chattering]
So, what do we got here?
Got a pretty bad accident over there. Might be a homicide.
-I think it's one of yours. -Who?
Latavia Watts Millson…
aka Body.
Oh shit.
Anybody talking?
[suspenseful music playing]
Just that guy over there.
Who?
Him.
Said he saw the whole thing.
-Hey, Calvin. -[Calvin] Yeah.
-I wanna talk to that guy over there. -Yeah.
Anybody else?
Not saying a word.
Keep it that way. And make sure they sit on this shit.
Okay.
[woman] Nigga, say it again.
What's your name?
Debo.
Your mama name you that?
[scoffs] No.
What's…
So, what's your real name?
I thought y'all had walkie-talkies or some shit.
I already told the police what I saw.
Yeah. Tell us.
Oh, so y'all, like, um… Like, FBI or…
Somethin' like that.
[laughs] "Somethin' like…"
All right, fuck it. It was these two chicks, they was going at it.
One chick was giving it everything. She was hitting it.
She was like, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew. Looked like some personal shit.
Then, out of nowhere, the crazy bitch get in the car,
and she run the girl with the big ass over.
I mean, she had her pinned.
You ain't supposed to see no shit like that, man. That gives you nightmares.
[inhales] You know what this girl look like?
It was Kimmie.
You know Kimmie?
[chuckles] I mean, she-- She let me hold them twos and fews.
She won't give me no ten, but she's nice to me.
You homeless?
Nah, nigga, I live here. I pay by the week when I got the money.
-You got a record? -[Debo chuckles]
I got a record player.
Mm. Yeah? So play me that old song. What'd you used to do?
[chuckles] Nah, you don't wanna know about all that, man. Come on.
-All right, you gonna come with us. -Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.
I'm not answering questions like this shit.
-This is some entrapment type shit. -Calm your ass down, all right?
He just gonna-- Gonna take your statement, that's all.
And that's all?
You know what? Matter of fact, you could make some money tonight…
and get high.
I don't do nothing strange for a piece of change. [chuckles]
-Nah, nah. -Go up the corner if you want that shit.
Nah, man. Come on, it ain't like that. I mean, but you know what?
Forget it. You don't need the money.
-I'm sure… -[Debo] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-I'm sure you don't wanna get high. -Come on, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap.
Cap, hold on.
What you got?
You gonna get so high. It's gonna be great.
All right.
Hey, come on, you got a bag?
-Get-- Get your bag. Get your bag. -I got a--
Grab your bag. Come on, man.
You're coming with me. I know you got a bag, baby.
Now you get him as high as you can, okay?
And then you take him to the house.
-You sure you wanna do that? -Hey, hey. You questioning me?
-I'm just saying-- -Don't question me.
I just told you what to do.
I'm not gonna lose one chess piece off the board
if I can use something like him.
Just do as I say.
All right? I gotta get back to the house.
And you find that fucking Kimmie, and you find Delinda.
All right.
[dramatic music playing]
[Mallory clears throat]
[Mallory] Nothing.
Still not answering his phone.
No, Jules will go to all the places that he knows of.
Okay.
He's not going to be found.
-Okay. -Will you stop saying "okay"?
You know what? I will handle this
like I have had to handle everything else in our marriage.
-Why don't you just get the fuck out? -Don't…
Do not talk to me like that, Horace.
If you would leave, you wouldn't be here to hear it.
I want to find Norman.
Well, you're not gonna do it sitting there.
Oh, you know what? [exhales]
-Just leave. -Will you just shut up?
My child is dead, and you don't give a damn, but I do.
Now, shut up!
-You're just hell-bent on revenge. -And you're not?
[ominous music playing]
I just…
[coughing]
-[Mallory] Horace, are you okay? -[coughing]
I'm fine.
-Do I need to get you something? -[Horace clears throat]
If he wanted something, he has a butler. He doesn't need you.
[Horace inhales]
I'm sorry.
I told you this family will make you a slave or a demon.
-You better choose wisely. -Miss Olivia.
Choose.
Look, I-- I know everybody's upset.
-You're damn right we're upset. -But, Miss Olivia, this isn't helping.
What-- You don't-- I don't need you to tell me what isn't helping!
[Mallory clears throat]
You see?
You've never seen this side of her, have you?
S-- S-- Shut up.
[sighs] Look, I know we're all grieving.
He's not grieving.
[door opens]
Yes, he is.
-Shit. -Look, just can we all--
Where the fuck is Norman?
[Norman] I'm right here.
[tense music playing]
You did this?
Did what?
Don't play games with me.
-Did you have my wife killed? -[Mallory] Stop it.
[Mallory speaking indistinctly]
James, I need the staff outside of the kitchen and, um, in the stables.
-It's only me and the chef in the kitchen. -Please go to the stables.
-Yes, ma'am. -Thank you.
You guys need to stop this in front of the staff.
-You have no idea, do you? -Look, I'm trying to keep the peace.
[Olivia] There is no peace to be kept
with my son being gunned down like an animal.
I didn't do it.
You had somebody do it.
-Look-- -No, you look!
I warned you.
No, I warned you!
Am I really an enemy that you want to make, Norman?
I don't give a fuck.
All right, calm down.
Don't go blowing each other's brains out.
I don't wanna hear this shit no more.
And let you get all the money?
No fucking way.
You've always been an evil motherfucker.
Yeah, I have.
And I got it, honestly, from Father.
And you're just like me.
Then you should know that you fucked up when you killed my son.
That sorry son of a bitch. You-- You didn't love him.
How dare you.
You think Dad put the stipulation in the will,
and to set this company up the way he did
because he thought that we all loved each other?
No, because he knew that we were exactly alike!
Greedy sons of bitches that don't know how to love.
[dramatic music playing]
But I loved my wife.
-I loved her. -[Horace] Love?
Nigga, you got her from the mail.
I loved her.
If you gonna get a mail-order bride, you could've at least gotten a young one.
Oh.
Oh, you wanna talk about young ones?
-What? -You wanna go there?
You got something you wanna say,
say it with your full chest.
Man, I can't do this shit.
Sit your bitch-ass down.
-Don't threaten another one of my sons. -[door opens]
You should get in on this.
-[Varney] What's happening? -[door closes]
Ah, just another day in this family.
[suspenseful music playing]
Well, don't everybody speak at once.
Somebody stole his car and was coming to his house to rob him.
That's who was killed in the car.
Y'all don't look so happy.
[Olivia] I am happy.
[crying]
Hey, Mom.
I told you to stay at the hotel.
I know. I know, but--
No, you don't know, because he could have killed you.
Well, looks like Dad and Roy would be happy about that.
[Olivia sighs]
Charles, do you know that you've made me come all the way over here
to deal with this shit?
And now look.
-Come on. I'm going home. -You're not going anywhere.
Norman.
Why was your car in the same tow yard as where they had my wife?
[unsettling music playing]
I don't fucking know.
Was that on the 8th?
Yeah.
Someone stole his car the other night in front of a club.
He called me to help him get it.
So you tried to have me killed, huh?
Say something.
As far as I'm concerned, the attempt is all I needed.
You just try to come after me.
It's too late.
[door opens]
-[Jules] Get your ass over here. -[Debo] Whoa.
-[Jules] Let's go. Move. -[Debo] Wait, wait, wait.
[Jules] Mo-- Move your ass in here.
I said, shut up!
Stand right here. Stop moving.
Get over there.
Charles?
What is going on?
Nothing.
And who was in that car?
-Yeah, that's a long story. -No, no, I'mma need to know.
[Horace] Who the fuck is this?
Stop moving.
[ominous music playing]
I got video footage…
from the highway…
of these two stealing.
You see?
Coming down the road, as you can see right there.
Then they come out the road speeding.
Now, the DNA is in the SUV,
and it's nobody's here.
So go ahead. Hm? Tell him.
Tell him.
We were trying to rob the house. I didn't see her on the road.
[laughing]
[Norman] What-- What the hell is wrong with him?
Look, I will kill this man.
Norman, please. Let's go.
-No, wait. I want him. -Hey, hey, hey. Norman.
Norman, please.
All right? With all due respect,
you've done enough.
I know it's tough. This is hard on you.
Thank God it's all worked out.
So let me handle it,
as you are too emotional.
Ah, ah!
Norman! Norman!
Norman. Enough!
Come on.
I got it.
-Get over here. -[Mallory] Okay.
-Now maybe we can have some peace. -Please.
Please.
Let's go.
Come on.
Man.
Well, I guess no one is happy.
Varney, leave my sight.
Go, nigga.
[Varney clears throat]
Norman.
If they fucked with you, I'll blow their fucking brains out.
And I have told you over and over again about getting your hands dirty.
Shit.
Look, Jules, I'm telling you, man--
Norman, all right, the shit in the ambulance was expressive.
That wasn't just some crackhead out on the street.
Now the entire city is trying to find out what happened.
So-- Hey, please.
Please.
Just go home, and I will tell you when it is done.
-I am not gonna be fucking satisfied! -Norman! Norman!
[dramatic music playing]
[engine starts]
Well, that was fucking brilliant.
-I mean, that was really good, Jules. -[Jules sighs]
-And a whole lot of AI footage. -A whole lot of AI, I know.
You think he fell for it?
Uh-- Yeah.
I mean, he's old. He doesn't get it.
Yeah, well, [sighs]
whatever we have to do to keep this together.
Jules, that was good.
It was real good. Now, If you could do that shit for the lawsuit,
we'd be in really good shape.
No, that's your job.
I'm working on it.
So… don't you wanna know?
About what?
Who those kids are.
Why would I wanna know that, Jules?
Because they're gonna be killed.
They would have been killed sooner or later.
Mallory.
Don't "Ma--" I don't wanna hear that shit, Jules.
Listen, I need this big and loud.
Like, huge. And I need it to be in the family's favor.
[Jules] Mm.
If your family really knew you…
Are you hinting at something?
No. Nothing.
-It sounded like it. -No.
Well, good. We had a really good day.
You did some good shit, Jules. That was really good.
But I've had a long night, so get the fuck out of my face.
[dramatic music continues]
[Jules chuckling]
[Jules sighs, clears throat]
[Kimmie] Turn the lights off.
[dog barking in the distance]
-[engine idling] -[keys jangling]
[Angel] We shouldn't be all the way out here. This car is hot.
[Kimmie] Yeah, I know that.
Then are you hearing me? We're two hours from Chicago.
When we go back, just don't drive too fast.
I don't like this shit.
You know, you a nervous little bitch, Angel.
You just killed two people.
And no two people deserved it more.
-Kimmie. -Look, just sit here, a'ight?
Where the hell are we?
My mother's house.
You're kidding me, right?
No.
Look, look, look, we-- We need to head back.
The sun is coming up. I don't wanna be out in this car.
Nigga, you don't have to come.
Kimmie, you are on-- Hey.
You're on one.
They sold my sister.
You don't know that.
Then how the fuck you think she got that new car?
They sold her.
[dramatic music playing]
Yo, that's your moms.
Just keep the car running.
[music intensifies]
[line rings, clicks]
-[Rain on phone] What's going on? -She killed Delinda.
-What? -Yeah.
Let me talk to her.
-I-- You can't. She's in the trailer. -What trailer?
Her mother's.
Angel, go in there. When he gets drunk, he doesn't care.
-That man will kill her. -Shit.
Nigga, what is wrong with you? Go in there.
Fuck, a'ight.
[seat belt unbuckles]
-That's a good amount of money. -[door slams]
Kimmie.
[Frank] What the fuck?
You sold her?
[Leslie] Mm-mm.
What are you talking about?
How you get the new car, Mama?
Look at me, Mama.
How did you buy the new car?
I bought it.
Nigga, you bought what? You don't have shit.
Well, I got more than what you got. Shakin' your ass and lyin'?
Telling her you a nurse? [scoffs]
You too fucking dumb to be a nurse.
[Leslie screaming]
-[Frank grunts] -[Leslie screams]
[Leslie] Stop!
[screams] Stop!
[Frank and Kimmie grunting]
-Stop, Frank! -[Frank] Who the fuck you think you are?
-I think you'd better stop! -Kill him, Angel!
-Come on, Kimmie. -Shoot him!
Don't make me blow your fucking brains out, nigga.
Come on, Kimmie. Let's go!
-Get out! -[Angel] Now!
I will get you, if it's the last thing I do.
-Let's go. Now. -Get the fuck out!
-Fuck you. -[Leslie sobbing]
[door closes]
I'm sorry last night was so insane,
but I'm glad your son was okay.
-Are we, Varney? -I'm sorry?
I need to talk to you.
Sir, Judge Harold is here.
-This early? -Yes, sir.
Get Varney and I some food by the pool, and I'll meet the judge in my office.
Yes, sir.
-Varney. -Yes, sir.
Make yourself comfortable.
I'll be right back.
Thank you.
[Varney sighs]
-[knock on door] -[door opens]
Sir, the judge is here.
[clock ticking]
Harold.
[Harold] Hey.
How are you?
Pretty good.
Good.
I was, uh, surprised that you, uh, reached out.
Yeah?
Been a long while, huh?
Yes, it has.
What's going on?
When's the last time you saw my, uh… my brother?
Oh. Um…
It's… It's been a while. We haven't spoken in a while.
I see.
Um, everything okay?
Well, my, uh…
[tense music playing]
My son was killed last night.
Oh my God.
-Yeah. -Sorry.
It hasn't hit the press yet.
I'm so sorry, man.
Is there anything I can do?
Yeah.
[tense music continues]
Tell me about what's been going on between you and my brother.
[Harold sighs]
I don't know what you mean, man.
I see.
[Harold sighs]
Have a cigar.
I don't smoke.
Go on.
Look in the fucking box.
[clock continues ticking]
[dramatic sting]
[ominous music playing]
Thank you.
Thanks.
Thank you.
You took the wrong one.
Take the red one.
Horace.
Take the red one…
and put it in your mouth.
[unsettling music playing]
I said, put it in your fucking mouth.
[breathing shakily]
[Horace inhales]
-You look a little nervous, Harold. -I am, Horace.
What's to stop me
from taking this cigar, and lighting that dynamite,
and blowing your fucking head off?
Please, man. Don't. Don't. Please don't.
-[Harold breathing shakily] -[lighter clicking]
You know I'll do anything for you, man.
[lighter lid clinks]
I'm gonna ask you one more time.
What's going on between you and my brother?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Did I say put it down?
[Harold exhales]
He came to see me a few years ago about a--
With a plan to launder some money.
Nigga, I know that.
You tried to do that with the company.
Yeah.
And when you shut him down,
he purchased a strip club and a few dealerships to wash the money.
[dramatic music playing]
Who's the money from?
Now that, I don't know.
How much money?
It was-- It was only a few million dollars.
You trying to tell me
my brother was so desperate
that he would do this for a few million dollars?
[breathing shakily]
I'm sorry, man.
Horace, I'm sorry.
Sorry, man.
[Harold screams]
[sinister music playing]
[sobbing]
[Harold whimpering]
[breathing shakily] Horace, please.
You better be glad I chose to do this instead of the dynamite.
Horace.
[sobbing]
Horace, please.
Oh fuck.
[dog barking in the distance]
[siren wailing in the distance]
[unsettling music playing]
[door closes]
[phone ringing]
[phone beeps]
-Yeah. -Is it done?
Yeah, but, uh…
But what?
Delinda's dead.
What?
Yeah. Looks like a shotgun.
[sighs] Shit.
[sighs]
-Police? -No.
Anything suspicious around?
No, nothing.
-Get it cleaned up. -All right, I got it.
And you find that damn Kimmie, you hear me?
Yeah, she's not answering.
You think she had something to do with this too?
-I don't know. -The fuck?
You know she's gonna flip out.
Yeah, it looks that way.
You find that bitch, and you bring her straight to me.
-You hear me? -Yeah. Yeah.
I'mma send Alex with a mop-up team.
Find her.
All right, I got it.
[phone beeps]
All right.
[groovy music plays over speakers]
[Varney] Thank you.
Sir?
[chair scrapes]
[Horace exhales]
Wow.
This place never gets old.
-Hm. -What?
All of this.
It's so beautiful.
Thank you.
So you grew up here?
Yeah.
It's beautiful to see Black people living like this.
Yeah, well, uh, my father did well.
But he didn't do better than you.
[chuckles]
-You took Beauty in Black, and you-- -I know what I did.
I'm sorry, sir.
You don't need to kiss a man's ass, son.
-Yes, sir. -Unless you're into that kind of thing.
[suspenseful music playing]
I'm sorry?
Listen to me.
[sighs]
I hate my fucking sons.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
They're ungrateful.
They've never worked a hard day in their life.
Shit.
I'm so disappointed in Roy.
If he were broke and didn't have Mallory,
he'd be sucking dick in a bathroom for a fix.
Or just sucking dicks because they're there.
It's disgusting and--
I mean, disgusting.
[sighs] Yeah, I'm sorry, sir.
[inhales]
And stop saying you're sorry.
Uh, yes, sir.
And fucking stop calling me sir.
Okay.
I need to figure this shit out.
Look at my father's will inside and out.
Now, I've looked at it, you've looked at it. Look at it again.
Yes, sir.
Yeah, when I die, those sons of bitches cannot get my shares.
I understand.
Well, give me a way out.
Well, as I look at it, sir,
like your brother, it would only be through a wife.
Yeah, well, shit, how's that gonna happen?
You're still handsome and young enough to--
More ass-kissing?
I'm sorry, sir.
-And this shit with the lawsuit? -We're on it.
Are you?
I assure you, we're doing all we can.
So who is this lawyer, and why is everybody running scared?
Well, she's tough, and she usually wins these kind of cases.
Big judgments?
Huge.
Are you worried?
I'm always worried.
That's the sign of a bitch, right?
Well, it's important to me that I do a good job for you.
[inhales]
You should have been my son.
You're damn smart.
Thank you.
Eat. [clears throat]
[Angel] It's gonna be all right.
["Nature's Finest" by Que Derry plays over speakers]
You see that sun?
Each time it rises is another day I don't know where she is.
We're gonna find her.
How?
Well, it's gonna be hard, if you keep taking out the people who know.
[gentle piano music playing]
When I get mad, I just…
I don't care.
I know.
Where are we going now?
I'm just driving.
But, uh, I'm gonna need some gas soon.
Let's go to the motel.
Mm-mm. It's not a good idea.
Angel, I haven't slept in days.
I'm exhausted. I don't care.
They'll be at the hotel waiting for you.
-I don't care. -Well, I care! So we're not doing that.
Then take me to Rain.
Okay, I can do that.
Hey.
[Rain] Hey.
[door closes]
[Kimmie exhales]
-[equipment beeping] -Look at me.
[Kimmie] I can't.
Come on.
I'm looking.
I know they got your sister.
We gonna get Sylvie back, okay?
You don't understand.
She ain't never been through nothin' like this. [inhales sharply]
She survived your house.
It'll be fine. We'll get her.
My mother sold her.
She sold her.
Damn.
Maybe she didn't. What-- How do you know?
She had a new car worth more than her damn trailer parked in front of it.
I know.
And what did you do to help?
I got her out of there.
That's good.
How do I find her?
Maybe somebody at the club knows.
She can't go in there.
No, she can't.
But you can.
What?
They don't know you riding with her, do they?
Uh, no, not really.
All right, so you go in there, and you find out what's going on.
If I start snooping around in--
Angel, you got us in this shit, okay?
-We were all children, okay? -Whatever.
Just help her.
Okay, but…
But what?
Kimmie, tell her the rest.
What, Kimmie?
[sighs]
The old man that owns everything, the one who moved you here…
[suspenseful music playing]
…we tried to rob him,
and he ended up killing everybody else who robbed him, and now--
-Shit, I gotta get out of this hospital. -[Kimmie] No.
You know you can't leave.
I'm stronger than you think.
-The doctors are still looking for-- -So they after y'all too?
Yeah, she wanted to go to his house.
Y'all talking crazy.
We gonna get her. Okay? We gonna get her back.
I'mma call one of the girls from the club.
Angel, you just go in there and act normal.
Yeah, I hear you.
[Rain sighs]
[music intensifies]
-[door closes] -[Roy sighs]
What do you want?
Did you see that?
There was a lot to see.
[Roy] Hm.
They don't give a shit about me. [chuckles]
Well, that's clear.
You don't either, huh?
Oh, you finally get it. [chuckles]
[Roy] Hm.
You know, at this point, I may as well be, you know…
dead. [chuckles]
You would do us all a favor.
You wouldn't care if I just jumped out the window?
-That window? -Yeah, that window.
Well, that window doesn't open.
But if you just take a running start, maybe something could happen.
[Roy chuckles]
-You sure is cute. [chuckles] -No, nigga, I'm beautiful.
Hm. Beautiful. Hm, hm, hm.
Enough about me though.
Who are you fucking?
-Oh, we're going there? -Yeah.
My man.
Who?
Do you kiss and tell?
I don't kiss.
Oh.
-Do you suck and tell? -[chuckles] That's cute.
-[Roy] Mm-hm. -[Mallory chuckles]
-No, I don't suck. -I can smell him on you.
-Oh. What does it smell like? -Bullshit.
-Does it smell like a 12-inch dick? -[Roy] Hm. [chuckles]
[smacks lips]
-Have a good day, honey. -You too, sweetheart.
Where's my kiss?
I told you…
I don't kiss my hos.
[chuckles]
Shit.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Roy] You.
Yes, sir.
-You tried to hit me. -No. Not at all, sir.
-I was trying to stop you. -Hm.
Why you protecting her?
It's my job, sir.
-Is to protect you as well. -Hm.
[Roy exhales]
And how much time are you, uh, spending with her?
-I just drive her here and home. -Hm.
You stay in the staff houses?
I do.
And Jules hired you.
-He did. -Mm.
[Roy sniffs]
Yeah.
It's you.
It's me what, sir?
You're fucking my wife.
No, sir.
Do you want to?
No, sir.
[suspenseful music continues]
You're lying.
Well, the truth is, sir, I am incredibly attracted to you.
-Hm. -Your beautiful lips.
And those eyes, man, I'll tell you…
-Hm. -Look at me.
Hey, my brother, do not ever talk like that again to me.
[laughing]
Fucking clown.
[sighs]
You just wanna fucking play games. You wanna be a fucking…
[snorting]
[exhales deeply]
Yeah.
[snorting]
[exhales deeply]
Yeah, there we go, there we go, there we go.
There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go, there we go.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
[phone buzzing]
[phone beeps]
-[Kimmie on phone] Angel. -Hey.
-Did you find anything out? -No, I'm not there yet.
Shit.
-Did anybody call you? -Like?
Like Jules? Anybody? Like…
Nah, nobody called me.
Well, he has to know by now.
Uh, they definitely know by now.
The police were at the motel.
Did they say something to you?
No, I waited for them to leave.
And nothing else happened?
It was quiet up there.
It was quiet? For real?
Yeah, like nothing happened. Shit wasn't on the news, nothing.
And the police was there?
Yes, the police were there.
-They controlling this shit. -How the hell could they do that?
Money lets you do all things.
Well, I don't know about going in there. That old man was mad as hell.
Well, you wouldn't let me go to the hotel, so…
You need to help me find Sylvie.
Look, I said I didn't want to, but I'm going.
-Call me when you get there. -Okay.
[line beeping]
Let me call you back. I got another call.
Is that them?
No, it's the son.
[phone beeps]
[unsettling music playing]
Hello?
You better answer on the first ring.
Yes, of course.
Be at the hotel at noon.
I can do that.
You better be…
[inhales]
-You better be on time. -I will.
I got you.
Be in the bed waiting for me.
Of course.
I'm on my way, Daddy.
-Good. [breathing heavily] -[phone beeps]
Daddy?
Who's that?
The son.
Who?
He wanna see me.
-You're going? -Oh, I'm going.
What if him and Jules trying to set you up?
Then I'mma walk right into it to get my sister.
-Kimmie, don't go. -Rain, I'm going.
-Please. -I said I'm going.
And I don't wanna hear this.
[sighs]
["Talking" by UTK playing]
[kisses teeth]
♪ Yeah, I started from the bottom I'mma end up on the top ♪
♪ End up on the top, end up on the top ♪
♪ 'Cause I talk to 'em ♪
♪ Talk to 'em, talk to 'em ♪
♪ Now that I got the momentum Yo, I'm never gonna stop ♪
♪ Never gonna stop, never gonna stop ♪
♪ 'Cause I talk to 'em ♪
♪ Talk to 'em, talk to 'em ♪
♪ Lotta homies still in it Lotta homies shot dead on the block ♪
♪ Shot dead on the block Dead on the block ♪
♪ Still I talk to 'em ♪
♪ Talk to 'em, talk to 'em ♪
♪ Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em ♪
♪ Talk to 'em, talk to 'em Talk to 'em, talk to 'em ♪
♪ You say I'm the best ♪
♪ And I give you a lesson And show you I stay humble ♪
♪ But niggas keep hating ♪
♪ I'm 'bout to say fuck it I don't wanna play no mo' ♪
♪ My nigga Solo He told me don't say no mo' ♪
♪ 'Cause we controlling the world So just wait on it ♪
♪ Niggas debating my ratings ♪
♪ I bet they be late on they payments They checks got mistakes on it ♪
♪ The way that my bank account set up ♪
♪ You swear that the numbers Look fake on it ♪
♪ But that ain't yo business ♪
♪ My nigga, I really didn't ask For yo take on it ♪
♪ I'm 'bout to head to the house With the lake on it ♪
♪ Bet I be killing nigga We can shake our bitches getting naked ♪
♪ I'mma have to break 'em off Within a second, never hesitating ♪
♪ I'm the type of nigga Bringing innovation ♪
♪ For a generation, like a dedication ♪
♪ I remember when these niggas Wouldn't make it with they mediocre rap ♪
♪ They wouldn't play it on the radio ♪
♪ Perhaps they making payments Nigga, I done seen it ♪
♪ Then they wanna blame us For not being famous ♪
♪ Don't know what my name is I ain't on the A-list ♪
♪ So let me change it, try to rearrange it Show the picture that I'm painting ♪
♪ Shining on 'em when it's raining Nigga, I don't make it rain ♪
♪ I keep my shit up in the bank I'm riding on the court ♪
♪ Okay, that's how a nigga really think And I'm just real enough to say it ♪
♪ Got a feeling I don't change it ♪
♪ Realizing every day A nigga living in a dream ♪
♪ And you could pinch me, I'm awake I live forever in the day ♪
♪ I'm putting everything ♪
♪ And everything I say I'm making sure I'm not repeating ♪
♪ Yeah, I started from the bottom I'mma end up on the top ♪
♪ End up on the top, end up on the top ♪
♪ 'Cause I talk to 'em ♪
♪ Talk to 'em, talk to 'em ♪
♪ Now that I got the momentum Yo, I'm never gonna stop ♪
♪ Never gonna stop, never gonna stop ♪
♪ 'Cause I talk to 'em ♪
♪ Talk to 'em, talk to 'em ♪
♪ Lotta homies still in it Lotta homies shot dead on the block ♪
♪ Shot dead on the block Dead on the block ♪
♪ Still I talk to 'em ♪
♪ Talk to 'em, talk to 'em Talk to 'em, talk to 'em ♪
♪ Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em… ♪
[music fades] m, talk to 'em, talk to 'em… ♪