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It is quite the surprise to have someone as beautiful as you visiting me in

jail.

I'm sorry this happened to you.

I heard you speak at your rally at the police station.

You know, it really hit home.

Thank you.

I've started your book, too. It's fantastic.

This is the type of work I've always wanted to get into.

For the people.

Yeah. You sound a lot like your boss's mother.

For the people.

My parents were friends with the McCullers.

And unfortunately, the people don't have the kind of money your firm requires

for a retainer.

My firm is unavailable to represent you.

But I want to personally take your case on pro bono. Pro bono?

Yeah,

I've been protesting in the streets for years now.

And not once has Lacey offered free services.

So what's the catch?

There is none.

You need a lawyer, and McCullin & Associates could use some good press.

It's a win -win.

I suggest you finish reading that book first.

Because you should know what people like me are all about before you get in bed

with them.

You are nothing!

I'm nothing!

You are less than nothing.

I'm less than nothing.

You are a piece of shit. I'm a piece of shit.

I can't ever see what's under that mask.

You don't deserve it.

You're right. I don't.

I want to try something new next time.

You what?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

May I?

May I try something new next time?

What is it?

Waterboarding.

I've seen videos, but I've never done it myself.

I'll think about it.

I got the fuck out.

Alone, I'm meeting with Barclay. I'm gonna pin you the address.

Meet me there just in case.

For many, the Book of Job is a mystery.

I confess your righteousness. Thank you so much.

Barclay.

It was God who removed his hedge of protection from Satan.

Barclay.

Barclay did it.

But he had to call upon his strongest soldier to pass this test.

The way it is, the way it is It's no mystery

There's no getting around it When you're

here, when you're here We got chemistry

When you leave Don't forget to remember Don't forget

to remember me When you leave

Don't forget to remember Don't forget to remember

I know what you did.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

In exchange, I want a full pardon for my mother.

You know, I won't do that. You have no other choice. Lacey, come on, let's talk

this through here. If we... It was Barclay.

You know what?

What?

I have a request.

A request?

Why the hell shouldn't I, Lacey?

Okay.

Guess you're right. You should get something out of this, too.

Just let me know when all this is cleaned up and you're ready to get out

here.

All right?

Yeah.

Still no luck with Sousa?

No. This guy's all over the place. One day he storms out of here, the next day

he agrees to talk, and then he's a no -show.

I know.

Doesn't add up.

Any word from Ms. DeVoe yet?

I'm meeting with Brittany tomorrow, though I'm not sure exactly how much she

knows.

I have an engagement, but keep digging for potential witnesses.

Gonna take an army if we want to talk with Lacey McCullough.

Director Larson, do you get the sense that someone's working behind the scenes

here? I mean, first we have the break -in and now Sousa's MIA?

Well, the FBI.

Someone's always trying to pull a fast one on us.

Yeah.

I'll circle back with you this evening.

Okay. Sounds good.

Shit.

Hey, Savoy, find some better friends. This dude will get you canceled before

draft night.

Do you really want to do this?

Absolutely. But your press conference is masterful.

Nobody in their right mind will believe his words. That's not the point.

Denham Jackson has been a thorn in my side for far too long.

He's made this personal.

Any journalistic integrity he had has gone out the window. As ridiculous as he

is on camera, people listen to him.

He fuels the accusations against me in the press.

I won't discuss the details of the case, but I will shut him down, once and for

all.

Set up the interview.

Denim and me, one -on -one, in the Duke Sturge studio.

I just want to make sure you understand that this could derail our entire

effort. I get that, but it needs to be done.

We'll discuss the details of it later, okay?

Hey, sis.

You wanted to talk?

Yep. So, remember that business venture I was telling you about?

The sports agency?

Yeah. Well, it turns out Savoy Alston really wants to be repped by Randall

Jarvis. He was the top agent in the basketball world before he got arrested.

And?

And Randall always maintained his innocence.

You think there's anything that you can dig up with some evidence you can find

and maybe get him out? Oh, okay. So first you didn't need my permission and

you want a favor. Cool.

Look, and I'm sorry that I came at you so hard, Lace. I really am. But, like,

I'm trying.

I'm trying to carve something out for myself in this world.

Daniel, what you're asking me is damn near impossible.

Even if I could get Randall out, there's no way he would speak to me. I'll talk

to him.

Right? And then imagine the good pressure you get if you can convince

a guy like that was wrongfully convicted.

You really want this, don't you? More than anything.

You know what? See if you can get Randall on our side, and I'll see what I

do.

What's he talking about?

My nerves.

I'm about to have an agency.

I'm about to have an agency.

You both promised me more.

McCullough and Associates is on the ropes. They're going down any minute.

The FBI is looking for witnesses, yet the sheriff and the president of the

police union can't find one between the two of them?

Vanetta, these things take time. Time?

I have been waiting over 20 years for an opportunity like this. Don't you preach

to me about... Don't put this on us. What steps are you taking? What's your

master plan?

Don't ever ask me about what I got planned.

Bobby, give us the room, please.

You weren't the only one that got fucked back in the day.

What the McCullers did to you and to my police officers was unforgivable.

Then you show me something, Peter.

Because for the last decade, all you've done is talk my goddamn ears off.

I'll wait for your call.

I'm not asking.

Afternoon, Mr. Jackson.

I'm here to discuss your interview with Lacey McCullough.

I was told I was meeting with Lacey herself.

Well, you got me. I'm Benjamin.

I'm here to lay down her ground rules of engagement.

And what are these rules? For starters, there's no personal contact between you

and Lacey before or after the interview.

You will only deal with her associates.

Second, she's not discussing her family under any circumstances due to safety

concerns. And finally, you got 30 minutes.

30 minutes.

That's it? That's all you need. Not live streaming? We wouldn't have it any

other way.

Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Jackson.

We'll see you in the studio.

Look forward to it.

That doesn't make any sense.

Randall Jarvis.

The guy who kidnapped me after he killed his wife.

That's where you want to put your energy. I'm just telling you so you

be blindsided by it later, okay?

Our firm will not be on the sidelines much longer, and when we're back, I need

you on top of your game.

You know, I'm so happy I took on Alfonso Strickland's case to do some work

that's actually fulfilling to balance out all this shit.

May I remind you that your position at McCullen Associates is a privilege and

not an entitlement?

It's also a position that could disappear at any moment.

And may I remind you that McCullen Associates doesn't physically exist at

moment. Hey, Brittany!

Hey, Benjamin.

Y 'all two catching up?

Yep. Cool.

The interview with Denim's all set, by the way.

And he agrees to all your ground rules.

He's probably going to break them anyway, but it's fine. I'll be ready.

Yeah. You're doing a sit -down interview with people who's trying to ruin your

life? Whose idea was that?

Mine.

You know, forget I.

Thanks for the update.

Nice to see you, Benjamin.

Good for you, too.

What's all that about? Nothing.

Brittany's just maturing.

These are her growing pains.

You say so.

I don't know what you got going on tonight.

Yeah, Brittany's probably going to... What's up?

Nothing. I don't... It's nothing.

You sure? Yeah, I don't want to talk about it. No, every time I face him,

bring you to issues.

Yo, Brittany is not Lacey McCullough.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

The more you attack the firm, the harder you make her lie. You get that? So you

get your dick wet and you decide to grow a conscience?

Fuck you, Denim.

There's nothing there, okay?

If there were, the FBI would have found it already, right? Well, the same FBI

whose office got broken into.

Oh, my gosh.

Listen.

What happened with you winning the Pulitzer with this story?

That's the Terrence I know. Where did he go?

I'm not interested in sacrificing a successful black woman just to win an

all right?

You saw how Lacey embarrassed Duke. That could happen to any reporter.

Duke made an ass of himself, not her.

This whole thing is an ego trip for both of you. How do you know you're not

being played by Brittany DeVoe?

A real journalist can tell the difference, all right?

We're done.

Now listen, you know the drill.

All I could buy you is five minutes, the cameras are off. But you gotta be done

before the guards rotate.

What the fuck you doing here?

I'm trying to turn your life around if you listen, motherfucker.

You think I would trust you after what you and your sister did?

That shit didn't have nothing to do with me or why I'm here.

Besides, aren't you the one who confessed?

Dumbass. I mean, nigga, what the fuck do you want, huh?

I'm in tight with Savoy often.

He wants to be a part of my new sports agency that I'm putting together.

What the fuck do you know about being an Asian?

Well, I know that relationships are important, and I know that you and Savoy

were building something before you got locked up.

And for some dumb reason, he really, really, really wants to work with you.

Yeah. You didn't know that, did you?

What the fuck, Evan, nigga?

None of that shit matters. As you can see, I'm doing life in prison.

Well, I may have your golden ticket, my boy.

Lacey's willing to revisit your case if you work with me on this.

50 -50.

Nigga, you a convicted felon. 50 -50.

75 -25. That's my final offer, motherfucker. Take it or leave it.

Look, I'll do 51 -49. Otherwise, you can keep your O .J. Simpson ass in this

bitch.

It's my final offer.

Go inside.

Look,

is

there anything else we can be doing?

Organizing the company's financials is important.

Yeah, then why isn't your brother here?

He's busy. Doing what?

I don't know.

But whatever it is, it doesn't concern you.

Come on, Nora.

All I'm asking for is a little bit of action.

I'm supposed to be learning from you two.

Okay.

Next time something physical needs to be done, I'll be sure to delegate it to

you. Thank you. Just be ready.

Always ready.

You had Daniel McCullough in our prison and you didn't tell me? He was on his

way out. We couldn't catch him before he left.

What else?

Well, you might as well say it.

We checked the cameras.

Somebody shut them off.

This reeks of Sloan.

Get the hell out of my face.

I'm strong.

One of Sheriff Olsen's dogs is out of control, and I'm getting tired of him

biting at my heels.

I need someone to train him for me.

Yeah?

I'll make it worth your while.

Who the hell are you banging on my door?

You Derek?

Who's asking?

I'm not here to play games. I have evidence that you had sex with Samantha

when she was a minor.

What the hell are you talking about?

You know what they do to guys like you who mess with little girls when they go

to jail, right?

Listen, lady, I don't know you from Adam.

Samantha was my girlfriend.

That doesn't mean anything.

We were the same age.

She was my high school sweetheart.

I was crushed when her daddy had to send her away.

Look, I just want the truth.

In her diary, Samantha wrote about a boyfriend who didn't go to her school.

They met at Big Bear for homecoming the year she died.

That was you.

You think I got Big Bear type of money?

Hold on.

You're her crazy roommate she always talked about, aren't you?

Yeah, it is you.

What, you come here to clean her blood off your hands?

Shut up.

Well, it's been hard carrying that around all these years. Shut the fuck

Ain't no perfect people in this world, sweetie.

I'll tell you what I know.

Samantha and I broke up when she started seeing this older dude.

She lied to me about it for a while, but eventually she came clean.

Whoever he was, he had a ton of money.

Bought her all kinds of jewelry.

She used to wear this...

Little silly ladybug necklace he got for whenever I was around.

Made me jealous.

We tried to make it work, but we were just both too young.

I really hope you find what you're looking for, miss.

Can you come up?

Get the hell out of here!

You can start recording.

Thank you for inviting me.

No, please.

You go first.

I'm sorry that we had to meet like this.

When I first got involved with Vincent, my career was my only focus.

I guess I was too concerned about finding a man that fit the optics of my

You don't have to tell me.

Vincent was very good at playing the role of the ideal husband.

And of course my husband inspires me.

This is your husband?

I could see how he fooled you.

I felt like he was the type of man I could be loved by. You know, an equal.

You know, the worst part about being lied to is that you can never believe

person again.

Who would have guessed we would have been connecting over this?

Come on, Lacey, be honest.

Why should a people believe your words against the FBI? It's not like the FBI

going around seizing people's apples. Then, um, really?

They have nothing, and you know it.

I thought you were a credible journalist.

Are you questioning my journalistic integrity, Ms. McCullough? First of all,

what journalist doesn't verify his sources?

Since when do accusations rise to facts and evidence?

Just because one is accused of something does not make one guilty.

Second... You allege that the FBI have reasons for the seizure, yet I haven't

been charged with anything.

Why do you think that is, Denim?

This is a witch hunt of the highest order, from which outlets like yours

the most.

As far as the so -called case against me, I welcome any opportunity to correct

the record, even if it means lowering myself to the dirt.

Duke's dirt.

If you like.

So if your business has no connection to any prostitution ring. My God, denim.

How many times do I have to say this?

McCullough and Associates has never been involved.

So how's she doing, son? With any prostitution ring.

She tearing his ass up.

Yes, it is.

And I must say you have been a really good sport, surprisingly. But I have one

more thing that I want to ask you about.

A verified source has provided that for us.

It's an ancestry test that questions the paternity of your daughter, Zoe

Erickson.

It states that the uncle is Hannibal Charles, the brother of your former

employee, Othello Charles.

Do you care to comment?

Dad, did you know that?

No.

But now the whole world does.

Don't ask today.

We're done.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Real nice. Fuck you!

Real nice.

You want to come after my daughter?

You think you can destroy my family? Take her! Brittany, come here. You have

see this.

What? What is it?

Leave her alone.

Good luck with the FBI.

Leave! You think you can destroy my family?

I will fucking destroy you!

I will destroy you for the shit!

Cypher! Real nice.

Fuck you!

We need a retribution tonight.

No.

Why?

We wait until Lacey cools down.

The move is clear. And so is Lacey's message.

We'll keep everything on the up and up until the investigation is over. We

down.

How could you let her do this?

Come on.

Lacey, how can you let this happen? I was standing up for my family.

I am not going to sit up here and let that man drag my name through the dirt.

Lacey, no, what you're doing is being selfish like you always are.

And that's why I had to take it away.

I'm enrolling her out here in school.

What?

You cannot do that.

You can't stop me.

Lacey, you always play God.

Until it backfires on you.

Like tonight.

Mark.

Make it left right here Thank

you,

this is a very good idea

I'm not ready to deal with my father yet.

Plus, I like to drink as little as possible in his house.

Now, I know the feeling. I was raised Catholic.

To judgmental Christians.

When I set up that interview, I felt untouchable.

I had to have seen Denim's play coming.

Maybe Mark was right. Maybe I let my ego get the best of me.

No, honestly, I'm proud of you.

You stood up to someone who tried to attack the ones you love face to face on

his turf.

It's like people forget how to do that these days.

All right, I guess the good reverend's probably fast asleep by now, so we

probably get you home.

As good a time as any.

The night doesn't have to end.

If we don't want it to.

Pulled right into the deep end.

Help me.

Sweetest part of it. Temptation is nowhere.

Come see your love.

All your power.

Remind me of just how it feels to be right there.

Cause to be honest, I can't repeat it.

Take a look at this.

Turns out Lacey McCullough's parents, Barrington and Antoinette, were early

supporters of a young city councilman named James Barclay during his mayoral

campaign years ago. Now, in that race, he defeated an up -and -coming female

politician named Benetta Sears.

That's interesting.

But do some more research first.

We need to make sure we're buttoned up if we're going to approach Judge Sears.

You're not getting ready?

No, I'm not going.

Really?

The great Antoinette McCullough is finally getting released.

Don't you want to be there for Lacey?

Unfortunately, I have legwork to do for Alfonso.

Suit yourself.

It's official.

All the hell my family's been going through is finally over.

My mother will be walking out any second now.

That's it then?

Excuse me?

I mean, you've been fighting for this for so long, and it just happened

suddenly. Which is exactly why you should be happy for me.

I'm happy for you.

I just don't know how it happened. She just lost her final appeal.

What else were you able to do for her and when?

Somebody finally came through for me.

I'll see myself out.

Here are my conditions.

I'm not signing anything.

And if things get too dangerous at any point, I'll walk.

Okay.

Now, Ms. DeVoe, tell me the best way to take down your boss.

Bye. Bye.

I can barely breathe.

Choking on the clouds up and down. I can't even hear the sound. Don't know

what's come over me.

Walking through the crowd and I'm smothered by the smiles when I'm down.

No, I can barely breathe. I'm suffocated by the smoking mirrors.

I gotta pray to make my vision clearer. I wanna go.

Won't be surprised if you say you don't get it.