A boy was raping Sylvie,
and I pushed him off the second floor of the barn.
-Yeah, it's his son. -Whose son?
Jules?
What I'm gathering is you all have run the company down the damn toilet.
You and Angel wanna threaten my family?
You threatened mine.
Charles? What the fuck are you doing?
Police! Get down!
Get down!
Stop fucking moving.
-I'm an attorney. -I don't give a shit!
Okay, give me your badge numbers then.
-Bitch, shut the fuck up! -You shut the fuck up!
-Varney, just stop. -No, no, no, fuck them!
-Varney-- -Give me your badge number.
I'm taking all these cops down!
-Varney! -Motherfuckers-- What?!
They ain't cops.
Oh, this boy is good.
So you came back to finish what you started, huh?
What the fuck you talking about?
I recognize your shoes.
You don't even know what the fuck you talking about.
-Okay, so what you want? -I want the fucking money.
All right, it's in the safe.
Let his ass up.
You pull that shit like you did my boys,
nigga, I will blow your fucking brains out.
-So you do know what I'm talking about? -Nigga, I know you killed 'em.
Okay.
Let me go get you the money.
Move, bitch boy!
Watch that nigga.
I got him. Watch him.
Now open the damn safe!
Fill it up, bitch boy.
And them watches, nigga! Come on!
The watches, come on!
Look, that's everything. That's all I got.
Gimme this! Bring him! Come on!
Hurry up!
All right. Let's get the fuck out of here.
Come on.
What the fuck?
Hey, let's go! Come on! Let's go!
Shit.
What the fuck, Charles?
What the fuck?
-I know. -No, you don't know.
You don't know.
But if you keep bringing all these fucking strippers
and these drugs and shit in your house,
this is exactly what the fuck is gonna happen.
-I know. -No, you don't know!
You got bodies cut up in your house!
-Listen, man-- -Come here.
-The f--
No, come here. Come over here.
Come over here. Look at this. Look at this!
You see all this?
This is exactly what's gonna happen to you if you don't let it go!
Let me go.
No, I'm… I'm… Let… Let you go?
I said fucking let me go, Varney!
Let me fucking go!
Leave me the fuck alone and let me fucking go!
As you wish.
Yeah.
Go. Go.
Walk the fuck out, Varney.
Walk out like everybody else, Varney!
Get the fuck out! Walk out!
I can't trust and fuck you either!
-Look, just let me handle this. -Who is it?
It's Glen.
And what happened to Glen?
Rain, take Kimmie to the house. I gotta handle this.
No, I wanna know what's going on.
-Let me handle this. -I will tell you.
So tell me!
I will. Come on!
Okay.
Come on, buddy.
Shit.
Whitman!
Shit.
-What… What happened? -Glen fell out of the window.
-What do you mean? -You didn't see it on the cameras?
-No, man. The barn's not covered. -Shit.
-Is he breathing? -He's got a pulse.
-I gotta get him to the hospital. -No, I'll take him, okay?
All right, all right. Right away! Right away!
Copy.
Shit, man. Jules is gonna be trippin'.
What the hell is going on?
-Kimmie, just calm down. -No!
You need to tell me right now!
Okay.
I was taking a nap, and-- Angel!
What the hell you bringing up my name for?
-You were supposed to be watching Sylvie! -I was shopping.
-Shopping isn't more important-- -Can y'all… Can y'all stop?!
What the fuck is going on?!
I was taking a nap, and I woke up looking for Sylvie,
and I found her in a barn with a boy on top of her.
Doing what? Was he raping her?
Well, I thought he was at first, but Sylvie said--
Where's my sister?
She's in her room.
Wait, wait, wait!
I'm about to go check on her.
The boy is Jules' son.
I don't give a fuck.
If he raped her, I'm on Jules' ass right now.
-Kimmie… -Leave me alone.
Shit!
Angel! You were supposed to be watching her!
What happened?
I found a boy on top of Sylvie, so I thought he was raping her,
and I pushed him off the balcony.
And that's Jules' son?
Yeah.
-I thought he had a daughter. -I thought so too.
-Shit, man. -That's some bullshit.
Sylvie.
She killed him!
What are you talking about? He's not dead.
He's not?
No, he's on the way to the hospital right now.
I gotta go see him.
You not going anywhere.
I just wanna see if he's okay.
Why the hell would you wanna see if he's okay?
You're not going to the hospital.
You don't even know that boy.
Sylvie, I don't wanna hear none of that. I need to ask you something.
-What? -What happened?
-Nothing. -Really?
Rain told me she saw y'all having sex.
I was.
Did that boy rape you?
No. No.
-You can tell me the truth. -He wasn't raping me. He was sweet.
So you were just having sex with him?
He was teaching me about the horses.
We were laughing. And then he touched me, and I kissed him.
You just met him?
-Yeah. -Sylvie!
Are you… Are you really judging me with all you've been doing?
Oh, mm-mm. No, don't… don't do that. We're not doing that.
No, this is crazy. She pushed him off the balcony!
Because she thought she was protecting you.
I just… I wanna go see him. I just need to go see him.
-You are not seeing this boy. -I need to see if he's okay.
You don't even know him.
I'm not doing this with you.
You know, I don't… I don't gotta listen to you.
Excuse me?
No.
I'm gonna go see him.
You're not going anywhere, Sylvie.
I am.
Man, what did I say?
Well?
Miss Olivia.
I'm just gonna have to handle this my way.
Why do you say that?
This girl. Unless you have a plan.
My plan is to work with her.
That is not going to work.
And why do you say that?
Did you just not see her?
Yes, I did.
Well, she's running roughshod over you now.
I mean, what… what is she, the new queen bee?
It was the first-day jitters.
I think she was nervous, actually.
Is that what you think?
Mm. And I can help her get over that.
Well, if you think that, you're not only pretty,
but you're pretty dumb.
-Miss Olivia-- -You know what?
Just leave it to me to handle everything.
Everything all the time.
All the damn time.
I am so sick of this damn bitch.
-Get my shit. I'm ready to go. -Yes, ma'am.
Hello. Who is this?
Hey, girl.
Who is this?
Felicia.
So now you're just randomly calling my phone?
You told me to call you if I had some tea on Kimmie.
So what information do you have?
Now you know this kind of shit come with pay.
Look, I don't have time to be playing these games with you.
Look, this some real good information on Kimmie.
What's the info?
Somethin' you really wanna know.
Okay, I guess I'm gonna have to hang up my damn phone.
Mm, just give me a grand.
This too good.
I'm not giving you shit until you tell me something.
Well, that ain't happenin'.
Shit.
I'm working at the club tonight though.
So if you want it, you better come get it before I leave.
Felicia…
Did this bitch hang up in my fucking face again?
Where is my fucking coat?
Girl, are you new?
Hello, Mr. Bellarie.
What the fuck?
What's happening?
I feel good.
Fantastic.
What is… What is it?
What is it?
We take a holistic approach.
Ah.
Tell me more.
In World War II, when America dropped the bomb on Hiroshima,
there was a lot of radiation.
So Japan came up with all of these medicines to remove toxins--
Excuse me. Please. Speak English, please.
Um, I'm sorry. My English is not so good.
No, just, uh, make it simple.
Is a lot of things, uh, that, uh, attack the cancer
without attack the body.
Okay, but was it that fast?
That quick?
You have a lot of toxins, signore.
You'll have to do several treatments over several months,
three days at a time.
Are you saying that I can go home?
Yes, but you have to come back.
So this shit is actually working.
Well…
how do you feel?
Stronger.
Good.
You will get stronger every day.
But you should see your American doctor as well.
Uh…
Let's take this.
So… I can go home?
Unfortunately, not just yet.
I'd like to monitor you a little longer before an eight-hour flight.
Okay.
So this is working.
Wow.
Yes, we were successful,
but not everyone responds the same way.
All your organs are in good condition, and you are tolerating the treatment well.
So… I could live?
It is possible.
Damn.
Damn!
I should let you rest.
Uh…
Yes…
Yes… But…
But I feel good.
Uh…
All right, thank you.
Oh…
Is that music?
Yes, out in the streets.
I want to go out there.
What do you say…
we go out to the balcony and listen, sir?
Yes.
Great. Come.
Come on, sir.
Okay.
All right.
I might live.
I might live!
Want a drink?
No, I'm good.
Suit yourself.
If my father…
thinks I'm gonna sit here and let this bitch run this company,
he got somethin' comin' for him.
I know.
What'd she say to you?
Nothing much.
Don't fucking lie to me, Jules.
What do they all say?
She wants to make me pay.
-Make you pay, huh? -Yeah.
She trying to make me pay too?
Mm-hmm.
How the fuck this bitch gonna make me pay?
We can't touch her.
I know. Fuck.
We can't touch Rain or her sister.
Fuck.
I know who can.
Nah, please, Roy.
Nah, nah, nah. That bitch at the club said you had her hire Felicia's ass.
-I wouldn't do that. -Why not?
'Cause if we do and it gets back to him…
Who gives a shit? He's dying in a fucking hospital, man.
-Who cares? -No, no.
No.
He's not.
He's overseas getting treatment.
What the fuck you mean he's overseas getting treatment?
In Italy.
My dad's in fucking Italy right now?
He's getting treatment. Is it gonna work?
I don't know.
How do you not know? Is he getting better? Is… Is it working or not?
I just told you, I don't know.
Who told him about this shit?
Roy, stay calm.
No, no, no, I can't stay calm. I can't.
That nigga has to die, and that bitch has to die too with him.
-Roy, you need to calm down. -No. Stop telling me to calm down, nigga.
I got an idea, though.
I actually do have an idea. How about we do this?
We send her on a private jet to Italy.
She's a fucking puppet now anyway.
The plane crashes and blows up.
Mm.
-So you blowing up planes now? -Shit happens.
-Shit fucking happens. -Roy, come on, please, stop.
Stop it. All right? You gotta stay calm.
These are the days that you don't need to get worked up.
Maybe, you know, if you just slowed down--
Slow down on what? On what? Say it. Say some stupid shit.
What you think?
-Huh? -What you trying to say?
Maybe if you just…
start to take it easy.
-Take it easy? -Yeah.
Get the fuck out my office.
See that determination?
That's the way you should stop using it.
Hm.
Whitman.
Hey, Jules.
Um, it… it's your son.
What you talking about?
Uh, he, um… he fell from the barn.
Is he okay?
I mean, we're at the hospital now.
What hospital?
Uh… Uh, Stanley Heart.
Whitman…
what happened?
He fell, sir.
No, Whitman.
What happened?
All I know is, uh, Officer Alex brought him to me.
Officer Alex?
Yes.
Okay.
All right, I'm here with him now.
I'm on my way.
Shit.
Just think.
It's gonna be okay.
It's fine.
Come here! Come here.
-Is anybody in the house? -I don't know. I don't think so.
-What happened? -Whitman took him to the hospital.
Shit. Is he okay? Was he talking?
It's not good. His pulse is really faint.
Shit.
Yeah. Just… Let's just not panic, okay? We gotta see how this plays out.
Okay.
But what if he does wake up?
-He's probably not gonna remember that. -But…
Was he… Was he really raping her?
I don't think so.
Shit.
What is Jules' son doing working here?
I've seen him here a couple summers.
Definitely wouldn't have him at the club.
I just wanted to get something to eat real quick.
-What's this nigga doing here? -Angel, don't start.
-He needs to get the hell out of here. -This is not your house.
I bet I got more of a right to it than he do.
Really, Angel? You really gonna say that?
Yeah, you damn right I'm gonna say that.
Get yo bitch ass out of here.
Oh, shit.
-What? -It's Jules.
-Answer it. -Answer it?
What do you mean? Put that on speaker.
Angel, we trying to handle something right now. Chill.
You can't trust this motherfucker.
-This is Officer Alex. -Come to the hospital.
Sir?
Come to Stanley Heart right now.
Yes, sir.
No, you shouldn't go.
I got it, okay?
He's gonna grill you.
Rain, you cannot trust this motherfucker, yo.
-Swear to God, you can't trust this nigga. -I got it. Okay? I got it.
Rain, I'm telling you, this nigga is one of them.
Shut up, Angel.
Number 16 Reserve.
The hell?
Ah.
Nice place.
I mean, this shit can't be cheap, huh?
Poor Horace. Damn.
Damn, damn, damn.
You really are the, uh…
the son he never had.
But you know what? He'd be really, really disappointed
if he found out that the, uh…
the son he never had
and the son he did have were, uh, fucking.
See, the thing you don't know about my father is that, uh…
he's one of the biggest homophobes I ever fucking met.
-What are you doing in here? -I'm looking through your shit.
Sir?
So this is how you live, huh?
Okay, okay.
My question to you, Varney, is, uh, where the hell
is all the money you're making off of us going?
-I think-- -"I think."
"I think." You're always fucking thinking.
I think… I think you need to show me the will that my dad told you to file.
What will?
The addendum, stupid ass.
The one that protects Kimmie and Rain.
'Cause I know for damn sure that, uh, I can't touch it.
-Well, sir, your father-- -Told me that you filed it.
I did.
When?
Last week.
You sure about that?
Yes.
Well… it's not on record.
Well, it…
It takes a while to get on record, sir.
Hm.
Damn. What the fuck?
But I'll need to get with the clerk to see.
So, what, you're telling me it's not on file?
No, it's not.
Hm.
Then have a seat, you big motherfucker, and call the clerk.
And by the way, I really like what you, uh, did to this place, for real.
You know what I thought? I was about to bring bitches in here,
but I forgot you don't bring bitches in your place.
You like some big cock diesel motherfuckers in here, huh?
You fucked my brother, so I'm wrong again.
Call the clerk.
Sir, it's getting late.
-And the clerk's office is-- -Call the fucking clerk.
I'm not gonna ask you again. Call. Go.
On speaker too.
Come on.
The office is closed.
There. Exactly.
You really think I'm stupid, don't you?
-No, sir. -Yes. Yes, you do.
See, if my memory serves me correct,
I know you got the clerk's number on your cell phone
because you told the clerk
to go with my father when he was at the hospital.
So, Attorney Varney,
I'mma ask you one more motherfucking time.
Call the clerk.
-And what do you want me to say? -I want you to tell her to pull the will.
-I can't do that. -Your big meathead ass can.
You can do it, actually.
Call her and tell her you want her to pull the will.
Do it.
What I'm saying is this is your father's will.
-And he-- -So… So what…
what does that mean, Varney?
It means I can't pull it, but I can delay it.
Delay it?
Listen to what I'm saying, sir.
If something happens before it's filed, then you could argue--
-Then… Then what? What? Then… Then-- -Well--
Then he can't do anything about it?
-You could argue that. -I don't wanna argue shit, Varney.
I want you to fucking make it happen.
Yes, sir.
Good. Now call the bitch. Go. Come on, man.
Taking your sweet-ass time. Shit.
This is Macy.
-Hello? -Hi, Macy. This is Attorney Varney.
Oh, hi. What can I do for you today?
You got that amendment? The one from Mr. Bellarie.
Yes, I have it here.
I'm sorry. I need to add some language.
Oh, sure. I can get that for you right away.
-Can you send that back to me? -Sure thing.
And I'll get it back to you as soon as I get it ready.
Okay. That'll be perfect.
Yes. Yes, thank you.
-That will be great. -No worries.
Hm.
So it's done?
Yes.
So you're telling me right now
the bitch's sister, Rain, they ain't protected no more?
No, sir. They are not.
Are you lying to me?
No, sir. I'm not.
Hm. You mad, Varney? Do I annoy you?
No.
Not at all.
Mm.
Good.
Looks like my time here is finished.
And, uh, before I go, I really, really like this bottle.
You know, this shit is like $8,000.
And I know your punk ass don't deserve it. So, uh, it looks better with me.
Have a good day, Varney.
I just wanna tell everybody…
this big nigga in here fuck dudes.
That's fun.
Charles.
Charles?
What?
What's wrong with you?
It's been a long day.
Well, it's been a long day for me too.
I wanna go to the strip club.
I ain't really feeling it tonight.
I wasn't feeling it before either.
But now I am, and I wanna go tonight.
And you're taking me.
Mallory, I--
Look, I'm gonna go home and get dressed, and you're gonna take me.
I just… I just, um--
So pick me up in an hour.
-I won't be there. -Charles.
I… I… I won't… I won't be there.
-Charles. -I gotta go.
Charles.
Charles?
Hey, Mom, I'm in trouble.
Shit.
What did you do now?
Um, can you… can you come to my house?
Well, what is it?
This sounds serious.
I just need you to come to my house. Please.
You're scaring me.
I'll see you when you get here.
Hey, sir.
What are the doctors saying?
He just walked out.
Go get him.
Yes, sir.
Oh, Glen.
Glen.
Can you hear me?
Son, can you hear me?
Come in.
The nurse is gonna get him.
What happened?
He fell, sir.
Is there any camera footage?
Uh, no, sir.
Where the hell is Officer Alex?
Um, he should…
He should be here.
Um, I'll text him, sir.
You call him, and you tell him to get his ass down here right now.
Yeah.
He's on the elevator.
Shit.
What time did this happen?
Uh, sometime this afternoon.
Earlier today?
I'll get an exact time, sir.
Was Kimmie there?
I'm not sure, sir.
So what the fuck do you know?
If I had to guess, she was there.
She was there.
Alex was there. Officer Alex was definitely there.
Yes.
Yes, nigga, I know.
Just saying, if Officer Alex was there,
it makes sense that she would be there.
Sir.
What happened?
I don't know, sir.
Don't nobody know a fucking thing, huh?
I'm sorry, sir.
Come here.
Move, Whitman.
How'd you find him?
We were over at the house.
-I dropped off Mrs. Bellarie, and I was-- -Mrs. Bellarie?
-Yes, sir. -The bitch's name is Kimmie!
Yes, sir.
Go on.
Dropped them off.
I was heading to the staff apartment, and I saw him laying next to the barn.
Just laying there?
Yes, sir.
Looked like he fell off one of the horses.
Was Kimmie there?
No, sir.
Was Rain there?
Yes, sir.
Officer Alex…
did they know this was my son?
I don't think so, sir.
-If you are fucking lying to me… -I'm not.
-If you lying to me… -I'm not, sir.
I would never do that.
Is he gonna be okay?
-We're waiting on the doctor. -Go get him.
-Yes, sir. -Not you. Not-- Stay.
You stay.
I'll get him, sir.
You know, I invested a lot of time in you.
I know you did, sir.
-And if you are fucking lying-- -I would never, sir.
Because you're with me.
Yes, sir. I'm with you.
Then why did Rain ask you to drive her?
I don't know, sir.
Leave.
-You want me-- -Leave!
Yes, sir.
Hello.
I need you to take me somewhere.
Oh, come on.
Look, Charles is acting really weird, so I want you to come get me.
-Where we going? -Pick me up. I'm still at the office.
-Mallory-- -I'm not taking no for an answer.
Okay. When?
Come now.
Okay. Be right there.
Who are you?
I'm Officer Trackson, ma'am.
And why are you here?
Well, uh, I'm your new driver.
I thought my husband fired you.
-Yeah, well, Jules, he really-- -Jules. Jules.
Jules! Jules! Jules! Jules! Jules! Jules!
-Yes, ma'am. -Jules is fucking everywhere.
Jules, right?
-That's my guy. -You think that's funny?
No, ma'am.
And he be sending these country-ass, big-ass country niggas here.
You know how much money I could've got for you back in the day?
How much?
You think this is funny?
-No, ma'am. -Let me tell you a joke.
Get the fuck out of here.
-Yes, ma'am. -Was that funny? You didn't laugh.
Just here to help you.
Help yourself, motherfucker, by taking a shower.
Yes, ma'am.
How is he?
He's not good.
Shit.
And this is Jules' son?
Yeah, it is.
-Damn. -I know.
-If he dies… -I know.
I need to call that lawyer.
-Lawyer? -Attorney Varney.
I need to make sure that the will is done.
I thought he said it was.
You can't trust nobody.
Yeah, you right. You can't trust nobody.
If Jules' son is dead…
-I know, Kimmie. -No, you don't.
I threatened him today.
-What? -Yeah.
At the office. Like, I went in on him.
-Shit. -What did you say?
I threatened the man's wife and daughter.
I… I didn't even know he had a son until she mentioned it.
But he can't touch us, though, right?
He better not.
He won't.
But you know that nigga is just so evil.
He's the devil.
We just gotta watch our corners.
Oh, I know we do.
I gotta tell Horace.
You think you should?
What other choice do I have?
Let's just make sure he's all right first.
Officer Alex said that--
Officer Alex?
-Yeah. -You trust him?
You know I don't.
But we gotta give somebody some ounce of trust around here.
Alex said there's no cameras in the area that he fell in.
But I'm sure he got Sylvie and the boy on some camera out there.
Yeah.
Shit.
Well, let's just… let's just wait and see.
Okay.
And we gotta watch Angel too.
-What'd he do? -That nigga is trippin'.
How?
He out there smoking weed by the pool. He just too comfortable.
Charles.
Charles!
Charles, where--
Ma, I'm here.
Well, what the hell is going on with you? You got me driving all the way out here.
-Ma, I need to tell you something. -Well, I guessed that.
I… I did something.
Um…
Talk.
-You want a drink? I can… I can-- -No, I don't need no damn drink.
Talk to me.
No, I'm… I'mma make you a drink.
-I'm gonna make you a drink. -Shit, I…
You know what?
Me and your father did everything for you and your brother,
and all you two do is get in some shit!
Just drink.
I don't need no damn drink.
I just need you to tell me what the hell is going on.
I don't… I don't know what you… what you giving me this for.
Drink some more. Drink some more.
What the hell, Charles? I'm not drinking no more.
What is it?
-Can you go look in the bathroom? -Why?
Just look.
You know, I'mma tell you this, Charles.
I don't wanna see no disgusting-ass shit.
-Can you go look in the bathroom, please? -All right, I'm going. I'm going.
Your first time?
What?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
It was, 'cause it's a… a mess back there.
What happened?
Some dudes tried to rob me, and, um…
Who else knows about this?
Attorney Varney.
Attorney Varney?
Some guys that pretended to be cops.
What?
Yeah, and they finished the job too.
Who are these people?
Some strippers from the club.
Is anybody going to be missing them?
I don't know.
Okay.
Okay. All right, you go on and get out of here.
What?
I got this.
So I just need you to go on, go… go somewhere.
Okay, but what does… what does that mean?
What…
Don't ask me no 20 questions.
Get your ass out of here and go somewhere else.
-Okay. -Now!
Okay.
That's where the action is.
-Mallory. -What?
-Why are we here? -I just wanna have some fun.
-Fuck it, I'm not going in there. -Oh yes, you are.
-No, I'm not. What-- -Yes, you are.
-No, you just go in. I'm not-- -Come on.
-I don't wanna go in there. -You're coming in, nigga.
-Shit. -And I need security.
Can you go get the door?
I need security. Come on.
Hey, Jules. They at the club.
Uh, she and, uh, Attorney Varney.
I'll keep an eye on them. Call if you need me.
All right.
Mallory, I don't like it here.
-You just need to relax. Have a drink. -Oh, come on.
Relax? I don't want a drink. This place makes me uncomfortable.
Well, it makes me uncomfortable too. You think I wanna be here?
So then why are we here?
I have a source here.
A source? Here?
Who?
Her.
The girl shaking her ass is your source?
-Mallory-- -Ma'am, excuse me.
Can I have a drink, please?
-No. -Actually, a whole bottle.
-Ma'am, I'm good. -Please. A bottle, please. Thank you.
-Mallory, I think we should just-- -I think we should relax.
Relax, Varney.
You can't talk to your source outside in the parking lot?
First of all, why are you acting like you're not enjoying this?
I see you keep peeking up there.
-'Cause I'm not. -Yes, you are. Here.
Why don't you go over there with the guys…
and throw 'em some dollars? Go to the VIP.
I'm not doing that.
Okay, then, well, stop whining and enjoy the atmosphere.
Who are you?
Varney, I'm a woman on a mission
that's trying to get that Kimmie bitch out of my office.
So if I have to come here with the lowlife she came from,
that's exactly what the fuck I'm gonna do.
Oh.
Okay.
I'll look at the guys.
Did you get it all?
Yeah.
You get everything all cleaned up?
Yes.
How much did that little nigga have in that safe?
Forty grand.
What the fuck? Forty grand?
Was that it?
-That was it. -What are you telling me?
That's all Charles had in that damn safe?
-That's all he had. -Are you lying to me?
-Olivia, I'm not lying to you. -Yeah, well, your ass better not be.
Look, I know you, and I know what you would do, so, no, I'm not.
Fuck! Motherfuck. and I know what you would do, so, no, I'm not.