I need a judge tomorrow at my house
that the family does not know.
We haven't found her, but Angel is there. We think he did something to her sister.
So she went to look for her. Where would she go?
-Her name is Kimmie. You know who she is? -[Charles] Mm.
Look, Kimmie, there is no way that she's getting out of there without me.
Andy said he wanted her out back.
Get in, bitch.
[Horace] I'm not gonna hurt you. I got her.
[tires screeching]
Yeah, here you go. Now we gonna have some fun.
[dramatic sting]
[suspenseful music playing]
Is this what you wanna die doing?
[Norman] It's me.
I don't know a fucking "me."
It's Norman.
Put that thing away.
[ominous music playing]
What are you doing in my house?
I came to beg your forgiveness.
Well, that ain't gonna happen.
Listen, I was blind with rage.
You know what? I'm not gonna tell you this again.
Now, you ruin this for me or for any of us…
-I know. -And had you killed my son…
Listen, I'm-- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm--
You son of a bitch.
I know you got a hit out on me.
You would be wrong.
-Olivia? -No.
'Cause I'm not paying anybody to kill my enemy.
I want that satisfaction.
Am I your enemy?
[chuckles] Take that shit to the bank.
My brother is both of our enemies.
Well, he's number two.
Look, I know what you did.
-What? -You tried to rob his stash house.
You don't know shit.
I was there at the warehouse. I heard him.
That was after you killed that little young kid.
Who did you hear?
Why? You gonna put a hit out on them?
-What was it? -They didn't know I was there.
I was sitting right outside the warehouse listening to all of it.
These motherfuckers need to be more careful.
[Norman chuckling]
Well, it ain't their fault.
They didn't know I was there.
What were you doing there?
I was looking for Debo.
Why?
Shit, it was just too convenient.
A drug addict killing my wife?
And what did you find out?
[sighs] Yeah.
I found out that it was true.
[siren wailing in the distance]
I was wrong.
How do you know that for sure?
The torture I put on his ass?
He was gonna tell the truth.
Good.
Now you know. Now you can leave.
[chuckles]
I know you gonna come after me.
Is that why you crept into my bedroom?
To let me know that you can come and get me?
No.
I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am.
[Olivia scoffs]
Norman, if that will didn't have so many damn stipulations,
you would have been dead.
So would you.
Well, then we can stop pretending
that we're not both waiting to strike.
But, you see, I'm measured,
patient, deliberate.
So am I, sweetheart.
Yeah, but you see…
I'm a woman…
so I'm better at it.
Now get your ass out of my house.
And don't you bring your ass back here again,
or you gonna be fertilizer for my beautiful garden.
-Motherfucker. -[Norman chuckling]
[door closes]
[dramatic music playing]
[banging on door]
-Fuck. -What the hell, man?
Shit.
-Delinda gonna be pissed off at that. -I'm not worried about that.
-Why was you even in there? -Don't worry.
-Who locked you in there? -Look, where are they?
-Who? -The-- The cops.
-The security. -They in the back.
-Something happened. -Well, what happened?
All hell broke loose.
-Tell me. -Look, all right, all right.
Kimmie came flying in the back and rammed into the gate.
-Fuck me, bro. -I know.
Everybody was scattering. They thought the police were coming.
They shut the place down, so I'm getting out of here.
-Yeah, yeah. Do-- -Wait, you need to come too.
Nigga, I need to go find Kimmie.
You need to get dressed and come the fuck on.
Bro, get the fuck out of here. I got it, bro. Go.
All right, man, good luck. You on your own.
[dramatic music playing]
-Get up! -[Kimmie whimpering]
Huh? Wanna-- Get up!
-[Kimmie whimpering] -Huh?
-[Jules grunts] -[Kimmie grunting]
Get up! Huh?
-Get up! -[Kimmie whimpering]
Huh?
-[Kimmie grunting] -Huh?
[Kimmie breathing shakily]
[Jules exhales]
Who the hell do you think you are?
Huh?
[breathing shakily] That's my sister.
And you'd do anything for her, right?
Yes.
Now I can see that.
'Cause you walked right into the lion's den!
[dramatic music playing]
-I'm sorry, Jules. -Mm.
You ain't seen sorry yet.
She's 16.
And what that got to do with me?
Huh?
What?
-She's gone. -Where is she?
-She left with some guy in a truck. -A guy in a truck?
-[Trackson] Yeah, some older guy. -[Jules] Go find him.
I don't think you wanna do that.
[ominous music playing]
Why not?
It's not just some old man in a truck.
-Who is he? -You need to let me go.
She know who that man is.
He come in here all the time askin' her to dance for him.
So who is he?
Oh, I don't know.
I said, who is he?
You-- [exhales]
Oh, you know, I'm 'bout-- I'm getting soft.
Hit her.
[Kimmie grunts, gasps]
Not the face. Not the face.
Okay.
[Kimmie grunts]
-[strikes landing] -You gonna tell me who he is.
[Kimmie grunting]
-[strikes continue] -[Kimmie whimpers]
[dialing]
[line rings]
Rain, it's Angel. You need to call me. You need to call me back ASAP.
[dialing]
[line rings, clicks]
-[Rain on phone] Hello? -Rain, it's Angel.
-Where's Kimmie? -Hey. They-- They-- They got Kimmie.
Wait, who got Kimmie? What?
They got Kimmie.
Oh, what the fuck?
-Where's she at? -Here at the club.
-[Kimmie moans] -Shit.
-[Kimmie] No! -Fuck, I hear her moaning.
All right, I got it.
Okay, well, what do you want me to do? What?
Don't worry about it. I got it.
[phone beeps, clicks]
-[line ringing] -[sighs]
Pick up, pick up. Hello?
Yeah.
[Rain] They got her at the club.
-What? -Yeah, they got her.
No, no. No, she-- She-- She's supposed to be behind me.
Well, she's at the club.
Oh shit.
-[sighs] Okay. -They're gonna kill her.
Hey, hey. Look, just-- Just let me handle it, all right?
-[phone beeps] -Fuck.
-I was just about to leave. -Nah, you ain't going nowhere now.
-I have to go get my fucking-- -Fuck that.
You fucking get out of here. Bring your ass out of here.
I don't know why you keep doing this.
[Kimmie grunts, moans]
-[Felicia] Bitch. -Stay right here.
Ah. Ah.
-He know who that man is. -[Alex] Who?
-Who is he? -Who?
Trackson.
[Angel grunts, coughs]
Hey, don't make him repeat himself.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about! What man?
That old man that be in here.
Oh yeah. Fu-- I know that nigga. Yeah.
-Fuck. -Ju-- Jules.
What? What now?
-[Alex] We-- We got a problem. -What?
[dramatic music playing]
You hurt?
Kinda.
Your sister's in my truck.
You go get in there with her, both of y'all.
[slaps]
What the fuck you looking at him for? I said get up.
Get the fuck off me.
[ominous music playing]
Who are you?
Alex, sir.
And you?
Officer Trackson, sir.
[chuckles]
And you?
My name Felicia.
This your boss?
[Felicia] No.
Your boss?
We work for the city, sir.
Yeah, it's your boss.
[ominous music continues]
Give us a minute.
[Horace exhales]
Go.
[tapping cane]
I know how this looks.
Now, I can explain.
Your son, Roy…
was messing with her.
I just came here to make sure she stayed quiet.
You know she threw him out the window of The Josephine Hotel?
He lucky-- He lucky that he landed on the balcony.
I… just came here to find her.
[door closes]
[Kimmie breathing shakily] Sylvie.
Sylvie.
-[Sylvie] Kimmie? -Yeah.
Hi.
Oh.
You hurt?
I am so sorry.
Is it really you?
It's me. It's me. It's Kimmie. It's Kimmie.
Kimmie, they hurt me.
I'm so sorry, baby.
Nobody is gonna hurt you again.
I just…
They will…
Sylvie?
Sylvie.
Sylvie. Where's the key?
Sylvie.
[dramatic music playing]
[car door closes]
-[Angel] They drugged her. -With what?
I don't know. Gotta let her sleep it off.
No, I'm taking her to the hospital, Angel.
Kimmie. You can't take her to the hospital.
-Yes, I can. -Kimmie, we-- We gotta wait for him.
-Just wait for him. -Wait for him?
-No the fuck I'm not. -Kimmie, just wait for him.
Well, he better hurry up.
-We're out of there. -Yeah, from one prison to the next.
What are you-- What are you talking about?
He trying to trap us too.
-Kimmie, just wait. -Fuck you, Angel.
Kimmie, what the f--
Move.
-[Angel] Kimmie. -[Kimmie] Come on, Sylvie.
[Angel] What you doin'?
[Kimmie] Help me.
What about him?
[Kimmie] Fuck him. You can stay with him.
-I'm not doing that shit. -[Kimmie] Help me.
Get her to the car.
Come on, Sylvie.
[Kimmie panting, grunting]
It's okay, Sylvie.
Oh.
[engine starts]
Can you just… just wait for him?
Just a second, please?
I'm going to the hospital. You go wait for him.
Shit. Kimmie--
Look. [exhales sharply]
I-- I-- I'm sorry. Okay?
And if there's anything that you wanna know,
just ask me.
You-- Listen, you know, I can, um…
I can have somebody take you home.
[unsettling music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
Mr. Bellarie?
Is he all right?
[Jules] Look, I-- Let me take you home, Mr. Bellarie.
[unsettling music continues]
[cane tapping slowly]
[Trackson] Man, did he piss himself?
[Jules] Uh…
What the fuck?
[unsettling music intensifies]
Shit.
Shit!
Are you okay?
-No. -Okay.
-What happened? -[Horace exhales]
I need you to drive me to the hospital.
Okay.
[unsettling music continues]
[Angel] I got you.
-[keys jangling] -[engine starts]
-[engine revs] -[tires screeching]
[Sylvie moans]
Mm, Mama's gonna be mad at you.
Mama's always mad.
I don't know where she is.
Shh. Just lay down, okay? I'm about to get you some help.
[Sylvie sighs]
Why did they…
What?
Why did they do that to me?
Just rest, okay? I got you now.
-Just rest. -[Sylvie sighs]
Kimmie?
Yeah.
Who is that?
-[Kimmie] Who is who? -[Sylvie] That man.
What man?
That old man.
Oh, the-- The one who got you.
I'll… I'll explain. Just-- Just rest now.
-Okay? -Is he-- Is he gonna hurt me?
Sylvie, nobody is gonna hurt you.
Okay? I got you now.
Why is he looking at me?
-[Kimmie] Baby, nobody is looking at you. -That man is looking at me.
Sylvie, please close your eyes.
Make him stop scaring me.
[breathing heavily]
-Stop looking at her, man. -No, stop him.
-Sylvie, please. Just rest, okay? -That old man is looking at me.
Sylvie, what old man? There's nobody in this car.
-[Sylvie] Stop staring at me! -Sylvia!
Stop it!
He won't stop staring.
-I wanna get out. -We are almo--
-No. No, no, no. -I wanna get out!
Do not get out. We're almost at the hospital. Please.
-[Sylvie crying] -Stop.
-You're okay. -Can we stop?
You're okay, Sylvie. We're almost there.
[dramatic music playing]
What the fuck?
-[Horace exhales] -[Angel] You okay?
-You better hurry. -I am.
-How far is it? -We're not that far.
Just… Just hang tight.
[Horace breathing shallowly]
You good?
Hey, hey, hey, Horace. You good?
Fuck.
[dramatic music playing]
Excuse me. Excuse me. I need help.
My sister was drugged at a club. Come on, stand up.
-Do you know what type of drug it was? -[Kimmie] I don't.
Ma'am?
-Ma'am? -She's been in and out of it all night.
-[nurse] Just a second. -Okay.
-Come and take her to the back. -Okay.
[nurse] Ma'am, come with us. Ma'am?
-Yeah. -We need you to fill out paperwork.
-I can't do that in the room? -You can't go with her.
-Bullshit! -Ma'am! Ma'am!
[phone buzzing]
-[phone beeps] -Yeah.
[Jules on phone] Norman.
If this is about Debo, I had to handle it myself.
-What are you talking about? -Don't act like you don't know.
Yeah… I do.
I had to make sure that you were on my side.
And now you know that I am. Right?
Yeah.
I had to kill that motherfucker.
[Jules sighs]
Norman--
Look, man,
I mean, as much as I can't stand my nephews, man, I just--
I-- I shouldn't have done that.
-And I told you I could handle it. -Yeah.
Uh, I was just… I was so upset.
I was blind with rage.
-I know. -[Norman sighs]
Uh, why'd you call me?
Your brother was at the club.
Which one?
Delinda's.
Why?
He said he wanted me to let Kimmie go, and this kid named Angel.
Kimmie is one of ours.
How does he know her?
I don't know.
Well, what did he say?
I was hoping you could tell me.
[Norman sighs]
Shit.
Harold.
[sighs] You think he told him?
I think that motherfucker told him everything.
That's not good.
No.
Okay. I'll take care of it.
You don't think I need to call him first?
No. 'Cause if he's talking already, there's nothing to discuss.
Yeah.
You're right.
I'm on it.
[exhales] Shit, man. There's always something.
Yeah.
But we need to figure out how to handle your brother.
Well, if he knows everything,
you can rest assured that he's gonna use it.
And I'm sure about that.
Call me when you're done.
Mm-hm.
[phone beeps]
[kisses teeth]
Trackson!
What do you need me to do?
I'm gonna give you an address.
Make it bad.
Copy that.
Take Alex with you.
Done.
All right.
[door opens]
Shit.
[door closes]
[dramatic music playing]
[brakes screeching]
Hey, we need some help!
[nurse] This is a private hospital.
-Oh, that's Mr. Bellarie! -[Angel] Yeah.
-What happened to him? -He just passed out.
Okay. All right.
-Yeah, come on. -Okay, he has a pulse.
-Come on. -Hurry up!
[nurse] Bring a stretcher. It's Mr. Bellarie. Call the doctor.
-[Angel] It's gonna be okay. -[nurse] Okay.
[PA chimes]
[man speaking indistinctly over PA]
[door closes quietly]
Hey.
Angel, what happened?
She got away.
Well, call her.
I did. She's… She's not answering.
Where's she going?
She said she was gonna take her sister to the hospital.
What?
Yeah, they, uh…
They drugged her up pretty bad.
[exhales] How did y'all get out?
Horace, he, uh…
He came in there. He let us out.
Did they kill him?
No, they let him go.
[Rain sighs]
That nigga…
he's powerful.
[exhales]
Shit.
I gotta find Kimmie.
[gentle music playing]
Well, um, I'm sure wherever she's at, she's…
She's gonna be okay.
They're not gonna bother her.
Well, why are you here?
I, uh…
What, Angel?
I don't have anywhere to go.
Can I, uh… [sniffles]
-Can I crash here with you? -Yeah.
That chair pulls out.
This shit is all…
All crazy.
Telling me…
Wait, so…
she's here and you're not with her?
No, I just, uh-- I just drove Horace up here.
Drove Horace? What?
Yeah, he-- He passed out.
What?
That nigga's sick as fuck.
What's wrong with him?
I don't know.
[exhales]
I gotta find Kimmie.
Why?
Look…
I'mma tell you this.
I just need you to try to help me convince her, okay?
Convince her to do what?
He trusts her.
But we gotta get him to trust us too.
He may be our ticket out of here.
He just got us out.
Y'all.
What about me?
We gotta get her to trust him too.
But that nigga, he…
What?
That nigga, he's as deadly as Jules.
No.
Jules is sick.
Okay? Just trust me on this.
Okay.
Try to call her again.
I called her five times.
I gotta get out of this damn hospital.
[Rain inhales deeply]
What are the-- What are the doctors saying about you?
I don't know. I had surgery.
I'm kind of feeling better.
Kind of?
I don't want to talk about my health right now.
Well, uh…
I'm sure if you'd seen what she did to Body, she…
She got even for you.
And that's why I don't want her to go to jail.
I know.
I don't either.
We can't go back there.
You're right.
Angel, no matter what,
we are not going back there.
Yeah. You're right.
You're right.
[Rain sighs]
[line rings, clicks]
[Mallory] Jules.
[Jules] Thank you for picking up. I've been trying to call you all night.
Yeah, I see. What's going on?
Mm, I don't know. What's going on?
What do you mean?
Your father-in-law.
What about my fa-- Just say it.
[dramatic music playing]
We need to meet in person.
Jules, I'm just waking up and getting ready.
Well, I'm 15 minutes away, and I need to meet with both you and Roy.
What the hell?
[suspenseful music playing]
[door rattles]
[suspenseful music continues]
-[Varney] Charles. -[Charles] Hm?
[Charles sniffs, exhales]
Nigga, you scared the shit out of me.
[Charles breathes deeply]
What'd you want?
I see you couldn't even get your drunk ass into bed last night.
Shit, I thought I did. [clears throat]
-Mm. -[sighs] Come on.
[Charles grumbles]
[Varney exhales]
You need to stop doing this.
Why are you here?
Came over to…
wait until your sister-in-law wakes up.
I need to see her.
Well, they'll see that you care for her.
Will you stop it?
You said you need to see her.
[scoffs] Just stop.
Why do you need to see her so early?
I don't know. Something's up.
Like what?
Your father asked for several lawyers and a judge this morning.
[suspenseful music playing]
-Why? -I don't know.
That's why I'm waiting on Mallory to call me back.
-Well, shit, go over to her house. -I can't do that.
Varney, you not gonna make it in this family.
We all fucked up.
And if you don't get fucked up,
you won't make it.
You done?
No.
I'm gonna get a cup of coffee for your drunk ass.
-I don't want no coffee. -[Varney groans]
You need to be alert, Charles.
For what?
Your father is trying to do something.
I don't know what it is,
and you need to find out.
I love how you think I care about any of this.
Yeah, well, I care.
Ooh, you do the caring…
-[cup clinks] -…and you can fill me in later.
Now you know I'm just trying to help, right?
Then let me go to sleep.
[footsteps receding]
[line rings]
-[phone buzzing] -[Mallory sighs]
[phone beeps]
Look, what's so urgent?
[Varney on phone] Your father-in-law called me last night.
And?
And he wants to meet with several lawyers and a judge at his house this morning.
-Why? -I don't know.
I was hoping you knew.
Well, I don't know. [exhales sharply]
Well, I don't either.
Do you think he found a loophole to change the will?
I'm not sure, but I don't think so. That would surprise me.
I've been over that will over and over.
Okay, then this may have to do with the lawsuit, then.
-Uh, I'm not sure. -What time is this supposed to happen?
11 a.m.
Okay, well, I'll be there.
He didn't tell me he wanted you to be there.
I said I'll be there.
-Okay. Thank you. -Mm.
[phone beeps]
[Mallory sighs]
I told your ass to get up.
So you really gonna do this shit in front of my face like that?
-Don't know what you talking about. -You two is fucking.
What-- What the--
Shut the hell up and take a shower.
You stink. Mm.
[Roy exhales]
-[phone clicks] -[Roy] Hm.
[Mallory] Turn off the fucking porn.
[knocking on door]
[tense music playing]
-[knocking continues] -[Mallory sighs]
-[Mallory] Hi. -Mallory.
What's going on?
Where's Roy?
I'm right here.
I need to talk to you.
-About Kimmie. -[Mallory sighs]
-Where is she? -I'm gonna kill that bitch.
-No, you can't. -Why the hell not?
Because I'mma kill the bitch first.
I hope she pushes you out the window.
Hm. You know what? The bitch didn't murder your ass right.
-[Roy] Mm. -Look at you.
-Sometimes, I wish you'd shut the hell-- -Hey.
Hey, hey. Can you two just stop it?
[Mallory sighs]
[tense music continues]
What's this about?
Your father knows her.
What?
He knows Kimmie.
[Mallory] How?
I don't know.
How do you know he knows her?
He knows her.
-Well. -Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Did you set her up with him too?
Roy…
You set…
Jules, you're a fucking pimp.
Come on now.
You set him up with Kimmie.
I wonder what your wife would say.
-Don't go there. -Yeah.
-Roy just said you set her up. -I did not.
He also said "too."
"Too" being the operative word here, as in "also."
I did not set him up,
and I did not see her with Roy.
[Mallory] Hm.
This motherfucker can lie.
-Will you just please shut up? -He can lie.
-Shut up. -You shut the fuck up.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
[door opens]
-[Varney] Hello. -Oh shit.
[tense music continues]
What the hell are you doing here, man? Get the fuck out.
Mr. Bellarie.
Mm. He has something to tell us.
You're fucking this nigga. You think he can stay here?
-Shut up. -[Jules] Hey--
-[Roy] You shut up. -You sh--
Can we just hear him out?
What is it, Attorney Varney?
[Varney] Well, as I said,
your father-in-law wants to see us all,
lawyers and the judge as well,
at his house in an hour.
-Which judge? -Wilkins.
You have everyone coming?
They're all starting to arrive, now.
You better hope he hasn't found a way around this will.
Shit tight, right?
-Yes. -Good.
I'm gonna head over there. I think you should give him a call.
-I have already. He's not answering. -[Varney] Okay.
I'm sorry about everything.
[door opens]
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I obviously don't like this shit.
I just think it's the strangest thing that he knows her.
And now he's calling this-- A meeting for all of us to show up?
Well, I'll go over and see him since he's not answering my calls.
Keep me posted.
You stay.
Nigga.
-No, I know. -No, no, no, no, no, no. You don't know.
If they find out that I'm with you on this shit at the club--
I know. All right? I know.
-And if my uncle finds out-- -Look, they don't know anything.
You better keep me clear.
Jules, you better keep me clear of this. I promise you--
I will.
I ain't about to lose my shares over this shit.
Look, I got it, okay?
Look, I didn't-- I didn't tell Norman about anything,
just the same way I'm not gonna tell your father anything.
Relax.
Good.
-[Roy] Mm. -[door opens]
[door closes]
-Ooh, thank you. -You're welcome.
[door opens]
-What's up? -Hey.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm good.
[gentle music playing]
Is Sylvie okay?
She's knocked out.
[Rain] What are they saying?
She gonna be okay.
-That's good. -Yeah.
I can't believe I got her in this mess.
You didn't do this to her.
Yeah, they did, not you.
Come sit with me.
-You got it? -[Rain exhales]
[Rain speaking indistinctly]
-[Kimmie chuckles] -[Rain] Oh. [chuckles]
-[Angel] You all right? -Yeah.
-[Kimmie] Come on. -[Rain] Mm.
-[Kimmie] You sitting now. Okay. -[Rain laughs]
-Got it? -Oh. [sighs]
[gentle music continues]
Soon as I'm better, I'm getting out of this hospital,
and we getting the hell out of here.
Well, as soon as she's better, I'm taking her away from all of this.
I'mma drive somewhere, anywhere else.
We gonna leave all this shit behind.
What about me?
I'mma come get you as soon as you're better.
-[Rain] You promise? -You know I'm not 'bout to leave you.
And, uh, I'm with y'all too.
We have been through some shit.
Yeah, 'cause of me.
Yeah, nigga, 'cause of you.
-Right. -I've been trying to make it right.
[imitating Angel] Oh, "I'm trying to make it right."
How?
-Who the hell you think you are? -[Kimmie laughing]
[Rain exhales]
[Rain] Did you see Horace?
[Kimmie] Nah.
[Angel] Well, he's here.
They admitted him last night after he passed out.
I think you should go see him.
Does he wanna see me or somethin'?
-[Angel scoffs] -Yeah.
I got a feeling about this, Kimmie. Go see him.
I'm just waiting for Sylvie.
Just go see the man.
Shit.
Why y'all pressing me about this?
-[Angel] Go see him. -Just do it. Please?
-See what he want. -All right.
Damn.
[Kimmie sighs]
[Rain speaking indistinctly]
-[Angel exhales] -[Rain chuckles]
[Rain clears throat]
Yo. [clicking fingers]
Yo, turn that up.
-What? -Shh.
He needs his insulin, or he could die.
-He has dementia and can barely speak. -What?
Please. Please return my dad.
-He was in the back seat of the car. -Shit.
-We just want him home. -Do you know them or something?
That's the woman Kimmie stole the car from.
[reporter] We've been given a description of the hijacker.
What?
There's a $100,000 reward
for anyone who can find Mrs. Lakeland's father.
As many of you know, she was married to Daniel Lakeland, Jr.,
who was prosecuted for criminal activity in the meat industry,
and recently on parole for only four…
I'll be right back.
Police ask those with any information to please call.
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