[Horace] Charles sent it to me. He had a camera at his house.
She robbed me and Dad.
[Mallory] When you were out there, was he in there with that bitch?
Shit!
[screaming]
[Rain] Hey!
Get your ass off of her!
Sylvie, why are you asleep all day?
[gasps]
[unsettling music playing]
[spluttering] Sylvie?
I gotta go tell my ex that her son died.
Will that crackhead even care?
Don't you walk away from me!
I will lay yo ass out if you don't get yo hands off me.
[enigmatic music playing]
[dogs barking]
[distant sirens wailing]
[banging on door]
Who the fuck is it?
It's Jules.
You better tell this nigga to stop knocking at my fucking door like that
this time of fucking night, you hear me?
[door unlocking]
Damn! Why the fuck you banging on the door like you the police?
I am the police.
Well, my man don't like that shit.
Stupid motherfucker. Nobody scared of no fucking police, nigga.
Shut the fuck up!
Go on!
What?
[tense music playing]
This how you had my son livin'?
Why do you care?
You didn't do shit for him till he was grown.
And you just let him live like this?
Nigga, what do you want?
My man is getting mad.
I need to talk to you.
I don't wanna talk to you.
You high?
Nigga, what the fuck do you want?
Yeah.
Yeah, you high.
What is it, Jules?
Glen died.
What?
He's dead.
For real?
Yeah.
Damn.
Don't you wanna know what happened?
He probably had a seizure.
What?
He was having seizures?
You're his daddy, and you didn't know that shit?
What you talkin' about?
Don't say it was because I was on that shit when I was pregnant either.
-Hey! Get yo hand out of my fucking face! -It's because of you!
You, motherfucker!
I didn't even know he was having seizures.
You don't give a fuck.
You were so busy with your other family that it didn't matter.
Well, shit, guess what?
He's dead now.
[laughing]
You're just a high fucking bitch.
-Oh, shit. -I should've never let him stay with you.
Oh, shit, it happens.
And don't act like you give a fuck about him now.
You didn't give a damn about him, and you never did.
Rest in peace, little nigga.
Get the fuck out of my face.
[shuddering] Y'all!
Y'all, Sylvie is gone!
-[Rain] What? -She's not upstairs.
[Rain] What do you mean she's not--
She's not up there.
[Rain] Just… Just call her.
[line ringing]
Calm down. She's… She's probably around here somewhere.
-Angel! -Sylvie.
Sylvie, you need to answer your phone right now.
What?
You were supposed to keep an eye on Sylvie.
-She was in the bed when I left. -Well, she's not there now.
What?
Sylvie, pick up the phone.
Kimmie, I… I'm sorry, but I had to go get the car.
Do we know where she could've went?
Nah, I mean, I don't know where she could've gone.
I told her hard-headed ass not to go to the hospital.
Wait, what hospital?
Stanley Heart.
[Mallory] Why would she go there?
To visit Jules' son.
He had an accident.
[Alex] Do you think that's where she went?
-I'mma kill this little girl. -Give me her phone number.
-Sylvie, pick up your phone. -[Alex] Kimmie.
-Give me her phone-- -I'll give it to you.
[Kimmie] You better not be at that hospital. Okay?
Call me back.
-Shit. -[Alex] All right, I'll be right back.
Angel, go with him.
Oh, no, I gotta go--
I'm not playing with you. Go.
-[Kimmie] Well, I'm going too. -No, stay.
She might come back here.
Shit!
How would she even have gotten there?
[Kimmie] James!
James!
[James] Yes, ma'am?
Did you see my sister leave?
No, I did not, ma'am.
Who is the head of security?
Who is the one that's making sure everybody okay? Go get him!
-Go get him! -That's Whitman, ma'am.
Thank you! Go get him! Go get Whitman!
Yes, ma'am.
If Jules touched Sylvie, I swear--
Please, just don't even think like that, okay?
-You know I don't play about Sylvie. -I know, I know.
-She's gonna be okay. -Okay, thank you so much.
She stay going missing.
What?
She went to the hospital to visit Jules' son.
[ominous music playing]
And what'd they say?
He died.
What?
Yeah.
[shuddering]
Hell no.
[Roy] Jules, where the hell are you?
I need you to pick up the phone. Look, I got a plan.
Do what we need to do about the bitch's sister, Rain,
and that Latin nigga that's with them.
Because guess what? They not in the will. I had that nigga delay it. [chuckles]
So just hit me back, a'ight?
This stupid asshole
leaves this shit on a message.
[voicemail beeps]
[woman] Hi, Jules. I got your message for the filing of the will.
There was a delay, but it was refiled for the court at 9:00 this morning.
Mr. and Mrs. Bellarie, as well as Attorney Varney, are all aware.
I keep getting calls from Roy Bellarie,
but, you know, I don't wanna talk to him.
I just sent an email for your reference. Bye.
[voicemail beeps]
Shit.
[voicemail beeps]
[daughter] Hi, Daddy.
Where are you?
Mom and I want you to come home.
You work too much.
I miss you, and I love you.
I can't wait for you to see the new book I got for you to read to me.
Hurry home, Daddy, before my bedtime and school. Okay?
I love you, Daddy. Bye.
[intense music playing]
[tense music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[gun loading]
[man screaming]
[car alarm sirens wailing]
[woman screaming]
[dogs barking]
[Jules panting]
[baby wailing]
[sniffles, exhales]
[exhales]
[tires screeching]
[spluttering] Where's Whitman? Whitman!
Yes. You called me, ma'am?
Did you see my sister leave?
-Hm? -Uh, I'm sorry?
Nigga, you can't just get down a private road and nobody see you.
-Where is she? -She called a car.
Okay, and where did she say the car was taking her?
I don't know. Car came and picked her up from the front.
You're fucking useless.
I'm sorry, is there a problem?
Yes, there's a fucking problem. My sister is missing.
Okay. Copy that. We'll get right on it.
You guys, I need eyes on Sylvie.
The fuck you talking about, copy that, you'll get right on it?
Find her!
I'm going to the hospital. Where… Where is Alex?
Oh, let me call him.
[suspenseful music playing]
Alex, we need to go to the hospital.
[Mallory] Listen, I'll go with you guys.
No, stay. Talk to them.
Oh, okay.
-Why y'all just standing around? -We need to go to the hospital.
Her phone says she's heading this way. I was able to track her phone.
-What? -Look, look.
Well, if you can see her location, then why is she not answering my calls?
Well, that means she's okay, right? She's coming back?
-If it's her. -Can't see this shit.
No, look.
Let's just wait and see, okay?
I'm not waiting!
Shit, I don't know what to do!
Okay, just…
Angel, this is your second time…
[cell phone ringing]
[Roy] Jules.
Yeah.
Why you ain't call me back, man?
We gotta do this shit tonight.
Filed the papers.
What you mean, filed the papers?
[Jules] It's on record.
[scoffs]
They all protected by the will.
That's crazy.
So that bitch went against me, huh?
Looks that way.
What the fuck?
Roy, you have no power.
[scoffs] Who you talking to?
The fucking junkie
with no power.
[scoffs]
Okay, Jules.
[sniffs] Okay.
[ominous music playing]
[Jules sighs]
[weeping]
Come on.
[sniffling]
[grunting]
[shuddering]
Huh.
I'mma let you go.
I fight a lot of dragons…
but the one that's protecting you…
I need.
'Cause I'm gonna burn all these motherfuckers up.
So no one
can know that this even happened.
Or else that dragon is gonna come to slay me…
and I'm gonna slay you…
and yo sister.
I'm not part of the family, so it really don't matter.
So…
for the sake of everyone…
this never happened.
You can never tell…
Rain, Angel,
or Kimmie.
And especially,
Horace.
You got me?
I'm gonna need a verbal.
[voice shaking] Yeah.
Kimmie's been callin' you.
[suspenseful music playing]
See the lights up on that hill?
That's Mr. Bellarie's house.
Got it?
Yeah.
Now what you gonna tell them?
[spluttering] Nothin'.
Nothin'.
No, you gonna tell them
that you went to the hospital to see Glen…
but you never saw me.
Okay.
Go.
She's moving again. She's moving again.
-Oh, shit, the signal's-- -Where is she?
The signal's a little delayed.
Will somebody-- Get your phone! Use somebody else's phone!
Oh, wait, wait. She's coming from the back.
-Back, like here? -Yes!
-[Kimmie] Come on! -[Alex] From back here.
[Kimmie] Sylvie!
Sylvie!
-Where… Where is she going? -She's coming from over there.
Sylvie! Sylvie!
-Sylvie! Oh my God! -[Sylvie sobbing]
Oh my God!
What the hell?!
-[sobbing] -Where did you go?
-I went to the hospital. -I specifically told you not to go there.
I know, I know, but…
You don't even know that boy!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry.
Damn it!
[Kimmie breathing heavily]
-Breathe. -Kimmie, I'm… I'm… I'm so sorry.
Nigga, you on my shit list.
-I am so glad she's okay. -[sighs]
I am too.
-Let's just all go back in the house. -Shit. [exhales]
[tense music playing]
Thank you.
[Rain] Damn.
[Sylvie sobbing]
That's Sylvie, isn't it?
Is it?
[door opening]
[door closes]
Hey, that…
That was Sylvie, right?
Yeah, she's fine.
Thank God.
I'm glad she's okay.
I can tell you really care about her.
That's the problem.
What?
My weakness.
You sound like my father-in-law.
Yeah.
I love her too much.
I gotta get her out of here.
Well, maybe we can make her safe here.
It'll never be safe here.
Well, if we make this work--
What?
What works?
Let's go over the chess pieces.
I thought we already did.
I got a couple chess pieces that we haven't gone over.
I did some digging in the shell companies.
Found out the money was being laundered straight through the clubs.
And, of course, attached are the usual suspects…
Norman and Jules.
And what about Roy?
No.
Charles?
No.
Olivia?
No.
Hmm.
[pensive music playing]
What's that look for?
Nothing.
Varney, if you have somethin' to say, then say it.
I'm moving on. It's fine.
We're all in this together.
Is Horace involved?
I don't believe so.
Then who else then?
Excuse me. [grunts]
This is for later. So…
[sighs]
-[Varney grunts] -Wait, what--
This has… This has my name.
But I don't have anything to do with this shit.
Hey, I know. I know. But this definitely complicates things.
Wait, hold on. So this motherfucker put this in my name?
-Yes. -Who the fu…
Who the fuck did this? Jules?
No, Roy.
What?
Yeah.
So he put the shell companies in my name directly?
[Varney] I'm afraid so.
I didn't make a dime from this shit.
[Varney] I know, but this--
Well, how can you be so sure?
Yeah, I would never.
I was talking to Attorney Varney.
This is the account that all the money goes to.
A John Shermanway.
Okay, who the hell is that? This is some bullshit.
How do we know that?
Well, all the money has a paper trail here.
What that mean?
Wait, no.
That's the alias that Roy used to use with me.
You know he's stupid.
If he didn't want her to find out about it,
he should've used a different name.
Thank you.
But the complication is that you are married to Roy.
Oh shit.
[Varney] So his problems are your problems and vice versa.
So this motherfucker got me.
Unless I can figure something else out.
-If they go down, I go down? -But it'll be one hell of a fight.
This is… This is some criminal shit.
[chuckling] This is some criminal shit.
Okay.
So I lose all my shares?
Unless we don't go after Roy.
He's gonna find a way to tie me in this.
Let him.
I like to play chicken.
Put your big girl panties on, Mallory.
We doin' this shit to get free, right?
Yeah, you're right.
And I'm a size four, and I don't have big girl panties.
Whatever the fuck you got, pull 'em up.
Let's go.
I'm down. Let's go. [scoffs]
-[Kimmie] So, Varney… -Yes.
I need you to send an email to all the shareholders.
Tell them that there's an emergency meeting in the morning.
Okay, I'm on it.
And do we have somewhere safe to keep them?
I was gonna take them to my house.
I wouldn't recommend that.
So you wouldn't recommend that I go there either?
I wouldn't.
I would lay low until tomorrow.
Well, fine. We can all just stay here.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! All of them staying here?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
[Angel] Nothing.
[Rain] Trippin'.
I'm sorry, I just don't want these niggas stayin' in my house.
I'm sorry, your house?
You've been here five minutes. Shut up.
All the bedrooms are full, but we'll figure it out.
Look, it's okay. I'll stay at a hotel.
Maybe, Officer Alex, can you take me?
Yes, sure.
Have James get my purse.
I'll see you all at the office tomorrow morning.
See you tomorrow.
[Rain] Kimmie, I'll sleep in your room.
Adeline, you can have my bed.
And… Angel and Evan, y'all can--
Nah. Hell nah.
Angel, I'm so sick of yo shit.
He ain't comin' to my room.
It's fine. We can sleep here on the couch.
-Well, where will you sleep? -I'll be working all night.
[Kimmie] Okay.
[clicks tongue] Um, well, I'm gonna go talk to my sister.
I'll see y'all in the morning.
-Get some rest. -Good night.
-Good night.
Good night.
What's wrong with you?
-Don't do that shit. -Good night.
What's your problem, Angel?
Don't play dumb. You know what my problem is.
Fucking house and shit…
[Adeline in Spanish] He's shameless.
So, what was that all about?
Which hotel, ma'am?
The Josephine.
Yes, ma'am.
Actually, don't take me to the hotel.
Take me to your apartment.
Uh, yes, ma'am, but…
What, are you afraid?
No, ma'am.
Are you afraid of my husband?
[Alex] The walls are thin.
The staff's always around.
I know you like your privacy and your discretion.
And how do you know that?
Calvin.
Calvin? What?
He told me about you.
[chuckling] Wait a minute, what did he tell you about me?
What do you mean?
That you told him to pull over and get in the back with you.
He's lying-- Whatever, he's lying.
[seductive music playing]
[Alex exhales]
So, what, you think I'm a whore?
No, ma'am.
I just think you're with someone who treats you like shit.
[Mallory] Mm.
And you deserve better.
Well, the ones that treat you better are broke asses like you.
Being seen is way better than having money.
What is that, some type of Chinese proverb?
It's Japanese.
Japanese.
So you have any more fortune cookies up there?
That's Chinese.
Chinese.
So you gonna fuck me or not?
Yes. I am.
Well, then pull over and get back here and do it.
But on my terms…
when you treat me like a person…
and not just a one-night fuck.
What, do you think you're special or something?
I do.
And one day you'll know it too.
[music fades]
Sylvie.
You didn't knock.
I knocked earlier when it was fake shit all in the bed.
He died.
You don't even know him.
I know, but…
But what? But what?
I wanted to do it.
I wanted to do it because I wanted to do it.
And I wanted to get our stepfather out of my head.
[Sylvie sobbing]
Glen, he was so sweet.
And I took advantage of him, and I feel like shit.
[somber music playing]
Sylvie…
I get that.
But if…
If Jules would have found you…
he would have done anything to you.
You understand?
You are safe here.
I wanna get away from here.
I wanna go to college. I'll go far away from here.
I think that's best.
So the sooner the better.
Okay.
Can I go to sleep?
Sylvie, I am so sorry.
I just wanna go to sleep now, okay?
I love you.
I love you too.
[shuddering]
[sniffling]
[music fades]
[rap music playing]
-[moaning] -See, this is how I want it.
-[moaning] -[Roy mumbling, chuckling]
-Yeah. -Yeah.
-[chuckling and moaning]
Hey, Roy.
What? What, what, what? What?
-Baby girl, come on. Sit down. -Stay, stay.
Hey, baby girl, come here.
Hey. Yeah, sit down.
You too. Baby, come on. Over here.
What do you want?
This my house.
I don't give a shit, brother. What do you want?
Did you get the email?
You come in here, interrupting my fun talking about some fucking work.
What email you talking about?
We gotta be at the office in the morning at 10:00
for a mandatory shareholders meeting.
[laughing]
And you think I'm going to that shit? [chuckles]
Shit. [groaning]
"Failure to show up will constitute a breach in the agreement
that states board members and shareholders must be present for votes
or forfeit of 30%."
Signed… Kimmie.
[Roy scoffs]
What is she doing now?
I don't know, but it don't look good.
Okay.
And she will drug test us.
This bitch really think she in power. [scoffs]
She is.
[exhales sharply]
And what you gonna do?
I don't do as many drugs as you, brother.
I'll just get a doctor's note. [chuckles]
There's not a doctor in the world that would give you a note for coke.
You wanna bet?
Roy, that shit won't work.
Hm. Okay. Whatever you say.
So you better have yo ass ready in the morning.
Hey. [clears throat]
[Charles] What?
The bitches.
-I know you ain't talking to me. -[Roy chuckles]
You know I'm not talking about you, man. Hey.
It's been fun.
Come on.
Thank you.
Call me.
[Roy sniffs]
You know, they making me start to appreciate being gay more and more.
Mm. Speaking of that…
I'mma get that motherfucker.
-Who? -Your boyfriend.
[Roy] Mm.
Yeah, you get him.
I am.
Get the fuck out of here.
[door opens and closes]
[distant sirens wailing]
[line ringing]
[cell phone ringing]
[sighs]
[Olivia] What is this shit?
[sighs]
-What? -[Olivia] I'm in the hospital.
How they gonna have a meeting tomorrow?
Why are you even calling me?
Look, I know you not still mad about what I said earlier.
[Norman] Olivia…
Listen, if you were still mad, you wouldn't have answered the damn phone.
Look, nobody cares what I think,
or what I want.
Listen, all I know is that I can't make it.
[sharply] Well, then don't come.
Oh shit.
They'll probably take my shares.
Well, a lot of good they're doing if you don't pay your damn debts.
Now, my suggestion is, is that you get your butt up out of that bed
and hop on over to that meeting.
You really think this shit is funny, don't you?
[Norman] No, no, it's not funny.
It's sad.
Jules is gonna have a very sad day tomorrow.
Why?
'Cause the nigga betrayed me.
And Mallory did too.
Oh, shit, Norman, what are--
[Norman] No, I expected it out of Jules.
But Mallory…
I loved her.
And I was…
What?
[Norman] No, I'm gonna punish 'em.
I'm gonna punish 'em. They're gonna pay.
What are you gonna do?
When you're winning,
you stay quiet.
You think you winning?
Oh shit.
[clock ticking]
[tense music playing]
The light bothering you up there?
No, I can't see that from upstairs.
Good.
So I heard all this, yeah?
But what's he doing here?
He's a witness.
So he doesn't know Horace?
I don't believe so.
Okay.
So you're, um… [clears throat]
You're a lawyer, right?
Yeah.
Why?
[Angel exhales]
-I got a kid that I can't see. -Look, let me stop you.
I'm done with family law…
after this.
Just wish I could see him, you know?
-Okay. -Nobody was there for me, so I…
I definitely gotta be there for him.
I can recommend somebody for you.
Okay?
Thanks.
Of course.
[inhales sharply, exhales]
So is, uh… is this shit gonna work or what?
I sure hope so, man.
You could tell me.
Shit. They're smart.
But, um, that's why I'm going over everything.
[sighs] Well, I sure hope so.
Yeah.
[exhales sharply]
I'mma do my best, all right?
Do your best to get him out of here too.
Ah.
Hey.
You have yourself a good night, brother.
[rap music playing]
♪ Married to the game Never put a ring on my bitch ♪
♪ But I know that she don't wanna Put a chain on my chin ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪ -♪ Ho is on my one-two ♪
-♪ A big steppa ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Party when I come through A big steppa ♪
♪ I got it at the mall, yeah I'm spitting paint in this shit ♪
♪ They callin' me the plug 'Cause I got my name on them bricks ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪ -♪ Ho is on my one-two ♪
-♪ A big steppa ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Party when I come through ♪
♪ A big steppa, big steppa ♪
[music stops]
[tense music playing]
-Anyone here yet? -Nope. [chuckles]
And they closed the building.
[sinister music playing]
Yeah.
They up to somethin'.
What do you think it is?
I don't know.
Where's Alex?
He's on the way.
And you trust him?
Absolutely, yeah.
He tracked Sylvie's phone last night.
And?
He's working with them.
No, no, man, that's my boy.
He… He's playing them, trust me.
Shots in Daga,
from a cop.
And the assistant,
and Shake Shake.
Wait, wait, wait. No, no, no.
What?
Yeah, you was at the motel with them, and you didn't even realize that?
Huh?
[hesitating] He's not helping them.
Then how did they get away?
Then he's at the house.
Yeah. Last night, he was there.
You know I got eyes everywhere.
[scoffs]
Uh, you serious?
Yes.
[scoffs]
He… He… He… He betrayed me like that?
Yes, he did.
I'mma kill that motherfucker.
Mm-mm. No, no, no, no, no. No.
You are gonna bring him to me.
But right now, you gonna go curbside
and make sure he comes to the building.
Yes, sir.
Oh, and, Trackson…
Ah! Shit!
Ah, shit! Damn! [coughing]
[grunting]
And that's for not knowin'.
And next time, I'mma put a fucking bullet in your head.
[groans] Shit!
Damn!
Get yo ass up and go get him.
-Fuck. -Hurry up!
Incompetent motherfuckers.
I need a wheelchair.
Ma'am, I'm here to drive you--
You know, youse about a stupid bitch.
Get me a fucking wheelchair.
Well, you've been rude as shit since I picked you--
Get yo ass up out my car.
-What's the problem? -This rude bitch.
Oh, I got yo bitch.
-You called me one first. -Bitch.
-You better get her. -I got her. I got her.
-Miss Olivia, please let me help you. -I need a wheelchair.
I'll get you one. I'll be right back.
Better hurry up before her old ass be out on the street.
-Can I tell you something? -You can't tell me shit.
I got yo cab number and your name.
Good for you, bitch. Good for you.
Yeah, well, you better count your days, Canifa.
-You count yo days. -Shanika.
Walika.
-[Trackson] I got a chair, ma'am. -Paparika.
Let me help you, ma'am. Let me help you.
-[Olivia] I gotta get my pocketbook too. -[Trackson] Okay.
Okay. I'll lift this up for you here.
-All right, let's get out of here. -Hey! Where my money?
Let's go, Traction.
Uh-uh. I need my money.
If she come anywhere near me, I want you to shoot her.
You bitch.
[Olivia] Bye-bye, Paprika.
Okay.
[upbeat hip-hop beat playing]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[music stops]
Hey, ma'am, if you, uh, need anything, I can give you my number.
Why?
Get you home safely.
No.
You can leave.
You sure? I'm… I'm sorry.
Yes, ma'am.
[pensive music playing]
[tense music playing]
I owe you an apology.
[sucks teeth] You don't owe me shit.
Mallory killed my wife.
No, she didn't.
Yeah, she admitted it.
Driven by guilt.
[smacks lips] Hey, I don't care.
Where is everybody?
-Good morning. -Good morning.
You ready?
Yeah.
Let's go get 'em.
[hip-hop beat playing]
Look at this shit.
Tension's so hard in here, you could cut it with a knife.
And that's the only thing hard you know about.
I bet your son knows a lot about hard things.
[music fades]
[tense music playing]
[groans]
[sighs]
Hello.
Hi.
I was told to come here.
[Mallory] Yes.
Why?
Because we think you should be here.
Who's "we"?
The board.
Why?
I'm not a shareholder.
I think you're gonna find it really interesting.
[Mallory] Well…
[sarcastically] …don't you all say hi at once.
Let's get the meeting started.
I call for an adjournment of this meeting.
Excuse me?
You need to read the bylaws, dear.
All the members of the board are not here.
Yeah, that's right.
This video conferencing shit just does not work.
[door opens]
Well, it's a good thing that I'm here.
[Mallory] Mr. Bellarie.
Don't you look great.
I feel great.
Nothing like a little Eastern medicine in Europe
to make my day a little brighter.
Good morning, Horace. I'll move over--
No, sit.
[Horace] Mm.
So I believe you've all been very busy.
Can't wait to see what you come up with.
Well, let's get started.
Let's.
We'll start with you, Roy.
As you all can see up here…
these are all of the illegal drugs
that tested positive in your system over the last 90 days.
Since you declined to give a specimen in a cup,
I was able to do the drug testing with a hair follicle.
Now, we're all sure, by the standards of any physician,
Roy, you're suffering from an addiction.
Which means that you
just simply aren't fit to be on the board.
Now it is the priority of the company
for your wellbeing, for your health,
so your shares will be forfeited
until you complete a, um…
Varney, what's the word?
Successfully.
[Kimmie] Yes. Successfully.
That's it.
[Varney] Until you've successfully completed
a rehabilitation program.
Then you have to prove to the board that you've been cured.
Do you have anything that you'd like to say for yourself, Roy?
[smacks lips]
That's pretty good. [scoffs]
Hmm. [smacks lips]
Pretty damn good.
So nothing you'd like to share?
No. Nah. Nah, nah, nah. Uh…
I'll let you finish.
Okay.
Moving on to you, Charles.
So, as you all can see, your drug test wasn't clean,
but nothing to rise to the moment of losing your shares.
Period. [chuckles]
However, we did discover
that you're currently under criminal investigation
for a disappearance of a Michael Harton,
a Dustin Smith and a Roman Leu.
Do you have anything you wanna share with the board about that?
No. No.
[Kimmie] Well, while that investigation is pending,
your shares will be frozen.
I have bills to pay.
Oof. Don't we all? [scoffs]
Now, when, or if, you're cleared, you'll get all the money back.
But it might take a while, as these things typically do.
Olivia.
I'm listening.
The radio station that we've been funding was traced to an offshore account
in your name.
Your funds will be frozen indefinitely.
That is some straight-up bullshit.
I have done nothing wrong.
[scoffs] Really?
Charles, shut the fuck up.
We're not gonna do this.
Do what? Hm?
Roy…
You the one letting this bitch do all of this shit.
-You actually did this to yourself. -Hold up, hold up.
Now that I think about it…
what about this bitch…
running over Norman's old-ass wife
and leaving her to die, huh?
You still lying.
Jules took care of the car and the body.
-Are you done? -No, I'm not. I'm not, actually.
Shit, if we gonna blow this shit up, let's blow it all the way the fuck up.
Shut up.
She's not done talking.
Kimmie.
Thank you, honey.
[scoffs]
Well, she ain't got to me, yet.
Oh, I'm making my way.
Norman…
you and Olivia
had a shell company to the funeral home that we've been paying.
You both were laundering and stealing money from the company.
And, Jules,
you and Norman
have been laundering money in multiple clubs,
including the one that you forced me to work at.
You've also trafficked and entrapped 94 individuals.
[dramatic music playing]
Does anyone have any questions?
[clapping]
That's really good.
[chuckling] Good.
But you left some shit out.
There's a lot of shit you don't even know.
Let's get into it.
This entire company is a criminal operation.
And if we go down,
then you all go down.
Now, how's that, Norman?
I have entangled this company up in every kind of which way
because I am a shareholder,
my dear fucking brother.
And you know it.
Do I?
Yeah, all the kickbacks that have been coming into the company.
Check the books.
The CFO can't even find where all the money is coming from.
Especially after the cancer lawsuit.
[Horace] And you did this with him, Jules?
Jules didn't do shit.
You betraying, lying motherfucker.
Jules is dumb as fuck.
I'm the leader.
[sighs] Well, Norman,
I have to admit…
[inhales deeply]
…you got me.
I damn sho do.
Jules…
you win.
-Well, wait-- -No, no. We… We have to let this thing go.
They got us.
[Roy] And that ain't all we got.
-Stop talking. -Nigga, shut the fuck up.
-You don't tell me what to do. -Roy.
No, there's a couple things missin'.
What about Mallory?
-Shut up. -What?
[Mallory] No, talk Roy.
-Talk. -Shut up.
This bitch was in business with my uncle and Jules.
So technically,
this bitch is yo boss.
[Horace] Kimmie, you tried.
[Roy] Yeah, bitch.
You tried.
You really did.
I gotta applaud you. It was a good fucking effort.
But guess what?
You ain't that damn smart.
I'm gonna tell you how this shit all gonna go.
I'mma get all my shares back.
And you gonna divorce this bitch-ass nigga Horace…
and walk away with nothin'.
Son, I have a question.
[Horace] About what?
How to steal as much as you can?
Yeah, nigga. And more.
Even stealing from your own son.
Fuck you, Charles.
Fuck you!
You came from here!
I birthed you.
I own every breath in yo body.
Shit, I can't believe I came back here for this bullshit.
Damn sure did.
[Roy] You know what, Pop?
Death would've looked a whole lot better after you pissed on me.
I got the power now.
Power?
You got nothin'.
Yeah, okay.
Matter of fact,
I want yo fucking shares.
All of them.
These niggas think they so damn smart.
You better see it. Best believe it too.
And this bitch
filed the will when I told him not to.
How's that feel, Pop?
To know that
your favorite lawyer…
is fucking Charles?
Look, that's a priceless face, ain't it?
[scoffs] Priceless.
Yeah, and they been fucking too. I just happened to walk in on it.
Since we letting all this shit out on the… the table,
let's let it all out.
So let me remind you one more fucking time,
you've been outsmarted.
Bunch of ungrateful motherfuckers who think they know it all.
You think you know it all, Roy?
Yeah.
What's my next move?
Take a guess.
Go ahead.
[scoffs]
[Jules] Huh?
Okay.
What is this shit?
That's why I told you to be quiet.
So, what are y'all looking at?
[Horace] Hm?
[Roy] Fuck it.
We go down, they all go down.
You see, son, there's a little thing called, um, turning state's evidence.
And that's what Kimmie, Mallory and myself
did to all of you.
So you're not so smart at all, Roy.
This is chess…
and you're still playing checkers.
Checkmate, motherfucker.
[sinister music playing]
Welcome to prison.
[sighs]
[door opens]
Varney.
Varney, can they do this?
[somber music playing]
[chuckling]
[hip-hop music playing]
♪ I don't break a sweat I make a big bag ♪
♪ I know you can't relate I just relax and kick my feet back ♪
♪ They wanna piss me off Try to run off, I get my lick back ♪
♪ The writing's on the wall ♪
♪ I'm the greatest overall 'Cause I did that ♪
♪ Yeah, uh ♪
♪ I don't stress at all ♪
♪ When they got a problem I'm the only one they call ♪
♪ Nah, these niggas showing no resolve ♪
♪ I'm the greatest overall And the writing's on the wall ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Laughing to the bank There's gas in the tank ♪
♪ Whip out the shop Got a new coat of paint ♪
♪ I don't feel no pain Like my blood Novocaine ♪
♪ Whatever the case Never fallen out of place ♪
♪ Gone without a trace Make a nigga disappear ♪
♪ I'mma paint the picture While these niggas gotta trace ♪
♪ Keep my neck shining Like a million chandeliers ♪
♪ Makes a million, is a star And he lives in outer space ♪
♪ I don't break a sweat I make a big bag ♪
♪ I know you can't relate I just relax and kick my feet back ♪
♪ They wanna piss me off Try to run off, I get my lick back ♪
♪ The writing's on the wall I'm the greatest overall ♪
♪ I'm the greatest overall And the writing's on the wall ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Walking Dead zombies Like I'm on the train to Busan ♪
♪ Can't step inside my house With your motherfuckin' shoes on ♪
♪ The shawty spilled the tea all over me Like I was oolong ♪
♪ Said I'm the one that choose all Nigga, you waited too long ♪
♪ I don't break a sweat I make a big bag ♪
♪ I know you can't relate I just relax and kick my feet back ♪
♪ They wanna piss me off Try to run off, I get my lick back ♪
♪ The writing's on the wall I'm the greatest overall ♪
♪ 'Cause I did that, yeah, uh ♪
♪ I don't stress at all ♪
♪ When they got a problem I'm the only one they call ♪
♪ Nah, these niggas showing no resolve ♪
♪ I'm the greatest overall And the writing's on the wall ♪
[music stops] eatest overall And the writing's on the wall ♪