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That bitch ran over your wife like a speed bump.

I need to talk to you about Mom.

I had her help me with something, and she had me robbed.

I got to find Jules.

His son died.

This is my bitch of a wife's office.

Hey.

[Mallory] So we can talk, or we can keep going through this bullshit

to see who has the bigger chest.

Talk.

Get in!

Shit!

[Alex] You see that abandoned warehouse?

Go there now.

-[tires screech] -[Adeline sobbing]

[Kimmie] Damn.

Yes.

I'm sorry, this is… this is a lot.

I know, Kimmie. Be strong.

Now are you sure Varney will get that girl?

He's gonna call me when it's done.

You knew her, Rain?

She came when we were leavin'.

Young?

Like us.

I wanna bring that motherfucker Jules to his knees.

[Mallory] Okay, I know.

But we have to be careful.

Yeah, I got you.

Attorney Varney will let us know all the legal perils that we face.

You know, he's actually legit. He's pretty good.

I'm glad you think so.

But he's hiding something.

How do you know that?

'Cause she knows people, especially men.

Well, look, he's really good at his job.

But what man is he fuckin'?

Oh, you know that.

We know men.

Yeah, he and Charles are having a secret affair, but it's on the rocks.

See, no.

No.

-Yeah. -We can't trust him.

No, no, no. No, look, you can trust him.

You can trust him.

But then why is he trying to turn on Charles?

Because he's mad at him.

Well, shit, there it is.

That nigga can't be trusted.

See?

That spiteful shit will make you not careful.

Then why are we all here? 'Cause I'm more spiteful than all of them.

You probably met your match.

Daga.

-All right, you got me. -Exactly.

What am I missing?

What I mean is,

I think that we're all spiteful.

Which means that we all need to be careful.

So… are we doing this?

The three of us?

I'm in.

If it all lines up.

Let's make it happen.

Okay.

Here's what I think we can do.

[tense music playing]

-Why'd you stop? -Shit, man!

What you mean why'd I stop, man? We can't find them!

[sighs] Shit.

I wanna know how in the hell did he know to drive like that?

I don't know, man.

Shit, you lost him?

Yeah. I was on him, but I thought you had him.

[scoffing] Oh, man, shit, man. Yo.

Jules is gonna be pissed!

Yeah, maybe not, though.

Shut up, man. Maybe not?

Yo, he wanted that girl!

Which means we need to find her.

Maybe he took her to his house.

Yeah, that'd be stupid, man.

[sighs] I guess, man. I guess he's smarter than that.

Yeah, come on, man.

So when Jules calls, please--

-We'll have answers. -[muttering] God.

We better.

We better.

Look, I need to get back to Kimmie, see what I can find out from her and Rain.

What makes you think they gonna tell you? They not gonna tell you shit!

Look, they be talking when I'm driving 'em.

-Oh, man. -I hear things, all right?

Okay.

All right.

Well, go do that then. Go do it.

Look, just let me know when you talk to Jules.

[Trackson sighs]

All right?

A'ight, I will.

-[sighs] God. -All right, I'm out.

[engine starts]

[Trackson] A'ight.

[sighs] Shit.

[tires screeching]

[dramatic music playing]

[helicopter blades whirring]

Varney, come on. We're sitting ducks in here.

-Listen, can you guys calm down? I know. -[Adeline] Then we should move.

We can't. There's still helicopters outside.

This is so fucked up.

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah.

-You still there? -[Varney] Yeah, we're still here.

All right, in exactly eight minutes, you gotta move.

Eight minutes?

Eight minutes to moving the helicopters to the other side of the city.

-[Varney] Okay. -[exhales]

Where you gonna head?

-[Varney] I'm gonna go to my house. -Mm. I don't think that's a good idea.

Okay, well, do you know someplace safer?

Yeah, but you're not gonna like it.

[Varney] Where?

Mr. Bellarie's house.

How do you know that that's safer?

[Alex] Have I steered you wrong?

[distant sirens wailing]

[sighs] No.

All right, in exactly eight minutes,

head down Poynter Street to the train tracks.

You'll see an old, red, beat-up car.

The keys are under the bumper. Switch your car, take that car.

It won't be traced 'cause it's an old one.

Did you know that this was gonna happen from the beginning?

That's my stash car.

-All right? So get on it. Move. -[Varney] All right.

Thanks.

[cell phone buzzing]

[Kimmie and Mallory speaking softly]

-Shit! -[Mallory] And you don't go.

I'll be right back.

[unsettling music playing]

[Kimmie] Mm.

[line ringing]

Officer Alex?

[Alex] Yeah.

What happened? I just got your message.

[Alex] I was trying to stop Varney from walking into an ambush.

Is he okay?

[Alex] Yeah, yeah. It's okay now.

Damn.

[Alex] No, it's good. It's good. Really.

You sure?

[Alex] Yeah, it's all good.

I'm on my way back there to pick you up in about ten minutes at the most.

Okay.

What the hell was that about?

Nothin'.

Are you sure?

Kimmie…

I mean, we done shared all this shit now.

Well, we still don't know if everything you said is true.

There's only one way we can find out.

[Kimmie] Is Varney ready?

I could just pick up the phone and give him a call.

-All right. -And have him meet us.

Look, I'll get my phone.

Here. Just use mine.

Here.

[line ringing]

[exhales sharply]

-[in Spanish] Who is he talking to? -I don't know.

[cell phone ringing]

[in English] Guys, please be-- Can you-- Listen, I've gotta--

Please be quiet.

Hello?

Hey, I'm sitting here with Kimmie on her phone. This is Mallory.

How are you?

-[Varney sighs] I'm okay. -You sound stressed.

Listen, I'll tell you about it.

[Mallory] Okay.

Do you have the package?

[Varney] Yeah, I have it.

[Mallory] Do you wanna meet at your house?

Officer Alex says that it's best that we go to your father-in-law's.

Officer Alex?

[Varney] Yeah.

The driver?

[Varney] Yeah.

He's with Jules.

I'm not so sure, with what he just did for me.

No way. Mm-mm.

Alex is with us.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

He wants us to meet at my father-in-law's house.

I mean, that probably is the safest place.

Okay, Varney, we'll meet you there.

Listen, I'll be there as soon as we can move.

-Wait, what does that mean? -[Varney] Means I'll see you soon.

Okay.

All right, bye.

[in Spanish] They called another one to come out?

I don't know what's going on. We have to trust him.

-[in English] Who was that? -[Varney] Please.

Two calls. Who was that?

First of all, I need you to keep your voice down.

Can you please control your sister?

So you trust this Officer Alex?

Yeah.

And why my father-in-law's place?

You know a place with better security?

[Mallory hesitates] Yeah, but…

But what?

[hesitates] I don't know. Something just doesn't seem right about this.

Nothing seems right about any of this.

Exactly.

I'll get my driver, and I'll meet you there.

No, ride with us.

You can check Officer Alex out for yourself.

When does he get back?

I think like ten minutes.

Okay, good. That's long enough.

For what?

When you were out there on the phone, was he still in there with that bitch?

Yeah, I just seen them.

And the girl in the room, Kimmie…

you don't care about her?

Not at all.

Okay, so she's…

She's all yours.

[Mallory] Okay.

So, ladies, this is gonna be a long night.

Why don't you come with me to get some coffee?

[pensive music playing]

[Rain] Coffee?

I don't even drink coffee.

What the hell is she about to do?

You know what she about to do.

She about to go get Felicia ass.

-[chuckling] -[blows raspberry] I gotta see this!

-What? -I could've got that for you. My bad.

♪ It's the racks for me ♪

♪ It's the stacks for me ♪

♪ Chasing bags for me ♪

♪ It's the smile you see ♪

♪ Cheese, ooh, they love my bling ♪

♪ Ooh, they love my rings Ooh, they love the way… ♪

This is my favorite fuckin' part. This is my favorite part right here.

-[Felicia] What is it? -Mm.

[both moaning]

That's the perfect shit right there too. Mm.

I know that's right, Daddy.

Mm-mm. Uh-huh.

-[snorting] -Mm.

-So… I'mma be able to work here? -[exhales deeply]

Fuck yeah. [sniffing]

But you sure your wife ain't gonna be trippin' or nothing?

She don't matter. I don't give a shit about that.

-Yeah, but she-- -Take some of that. Take some. Mm. Mm.

You worried about the wrong shit. We don't have to worry about my wife.

Okay? I don't give a fuck.

-You sure? -I'm positive.

Now bitch, stop asking me so many damn questions.

-I'm sorry, Daddy. -I like the way you say that.

[Felicia giggles]

Take some more of this shit. It's the best shit I got in months.

[Roy] Mm, mm.

You are so damn beautiful it's crazy.

-I know. -Mm-hmm.

[rap music playing]

[water sizzling]

♪ I know it was funny You thought I was losing ♪

♪ 'Til I went and got my lick back ♪

♪ I said it was cool Look, I was lying ♪

♪ You know I gotta get my get back ♪

♪ Huh, I don't see nobody laughing now… ♪

[Roy] Shit.

-Shit! -[Felicia screaming]

What the fuck, nigga?! What the fuck?!

[Mallory] What the fuck is wrong with you?

Huh?

You got me fucked up!

Get your ass off of her!

Get off her!

Get off her! Get off her!

Get off of her!

You fucking bitch! What the fuck?

[grunting]

♪ They don't wanna make me mad no more ♪

♪ Tried last time, that shit got worse ♪

♪ I don't want the money And cash no more… ♪

[all grunting]

Please, please, please!

[yelling]

Come on, Rain. Rain, come here!

Rain! Rain!

Rain!

Kimmie!

[screaming]

-This nigga. -Rain! Please, please!

-Please, please, please! -Fuck you too, Felicia!

Shit! [groaning]

-[Mallory] Stupid! -[Kimmie] Dumbass!

[Alex] Hey, please! Please, we good!

-I need my fuckin' bag and coat! -[Kimmie] Dumbass!

[Mallory] Yeah! Burn, bitch!

-Fuck you, bitch! -[Felicia] I need an ambulance!

[Kimmie] Go on, stupid ass!

-Dumbass! -[Felicia] I need an ambulance!

-[Mallory] Fuck you, bitch! -You not gonna get one!

[screaming]

[Roy] Shut the fuck up, bitch. Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up.

-That's what the fuck you get! -Stupid ass!

That's what you get! Bitch!

♪ I don't see nobody laughing now ♪

♪ Front income Right into my bank account ♪

♪ I don't see nobody clapping now ♪

♪ They only acknowledge When you running out, huh, huh… ♪

[Kimmie] What the--

Where the hell she put my jacket?

I'll get 'em, I'll get 'em, I'll get 'em.

She thinks he can keep fucking with me!

[Alex] Shit.

Should have burned his ass up.

We gotta go. We gotta go.

-You okay? -Yeah.

You okay?

[panting]

Come on, let's go.

[tense music playing]

[line rings]

[man] All City Towing.

Yeah, I, um… I… I have to get a car towed.

[man] It's prepaid. You got a card?

Yeah, let me, uh… Let me get my credit card.

-Can I enter it from my end? -[man] Yeah, go ahead.

Okay.

[helicopter blades whirring]

-There. -[man] Hm.

-What? -[man] Sorry, sir, it's declined.

-Declined? -[man] Sorry.

Okay, well, let me try again.

[man] It might be blocked for fraud protection.

Fraud?

No, no, no, no. I, uh… I… I got cash. You can still come, right?

[man] Cash? We don't do cash jobs.

-Shit! -[man] Card only.

Sorry.

[receiver clicks]

Fuck.

[line ringing]

[James] This is James.

Man, this… this car has four flat tires. I… I can't get it out--

I can't get it out there without some help.

[James] I'm sorry, sir.

Mr. Bellarie has given me strict instructions.

Please, man!

[James] I'm sorry, sir.

Fuck.

[James] I'm sorry,

but I cannot tell you the vehicle has platinum pickup and repair.

I'm sorry I cannot tell you the number,

but it's written in the glove box.

Enter the code and they'll know where the car is.

You don't even have to talk to them. They'll take care of it in no time.

[receiver clicks]

My nigga.

[dog barking in distance]

[Trackson chuckling] Damn.

Whew! Damn!

She done sprayed your stuff and cut your car all the way up, huh?

[Trackson chuckling]

Come on, man. I know you need a ride back.

No, thanks.

Hey, look, man, I don't mind giving you one, all right? Come on.

Why are you here?

I work this club.

It's closed.

I still work it. I work all these clubs.

Yeah, okay.

Look, man…

Last time I ask you, man. Sure you don't want no help?

I'm good.

What is it? You don't wanna trust the police?

Man, go on with that shit. Yo, I ain't got time for this.

Yeah, okay, okay.

Hey, hold on, hold on. I need to ask you somethin'.

I'm not talkin' to you.

Yo, I just… I just wanna know why this man's so good to you, man.

You drivin' his cars. I heard you was poppin' bottles like a motherfucker.

I'm with Kimmie and Rain.

Nah, nah, man, there's somethin' that I'm not gettin'.

Yo, he just used to come to the club and ask for Kimmie.

Now he… Now he just ups and marry her? Huh?

He must have told you and Rain, too, huh?

I… I told you, me, Kimmie, Rain, we're…

We're close.

But you the one who got them caught up.

[tense music playing]

-Right? -Yo, why you still talkin' to me?

Yo, I heard you were here because of Jules.

What?

Yeah.

So somethin' you need to know.

I'm not talkin' to you, yo. Fuck off.

Listen… Listen, man, Jules' son just passed away, right?

So he don't care. He on one. Anybody can get it.

I don't give a shit. If he come after me, he gonna have to deal with Horace.

Horace?

You don't call him Mr. Bellarie? You that familiar with the family?

You that tied in?

Nigga, get familiar with "fuck off."

Nah, nah.

I think that's more you and him with the fuck-offs.

[gear shift clicks]

Get your own way home.

[Angel scoffs]

-[phone ringing] -[indistinct PA announcement]

Jules!

I've been calling you, man.

I've been dealing with a lot.

Yeah.

We need to talk.

Norman…

I don't got much to say.

It's just one answer.

[pensive music playing]

You know why I'm in this hospital?

Yeah, your son.

And when you were in here with yo wife…

I let you be.

Yeah, that's what I wanna talk to you about.

Didn't I come in here and check on you?

Yeah, you did.

And it wasn't about business.

Jules?

'Cause I have a feeling you about to ask me a question about business.

No, this is personal.

And, Norman, my son died.

And I'm sorry about that.

Are you?

Breaks my heart.

Norman, I can't do this right now.

I'm sitting on fucking ten.

People die.

My wife died.

And that's the position you're taking right now?

I'm honest.

This is honest?

This is terminally honest.

And I don't think you have been honest with me.

[inhales sharply] Norman…

I gotta go tell my ex that her son died.

Then I gotta go home

and tell my wife.

Wait.

Norman, did you not hear me?

I said I have to go tell my ex that her son died.

Will that crackhead even care? Huh?

That's her son.

Yeah. No, I'm just saying what you've said to me.

Okay? She didn't let you see the boy until summertime.

And let me remind you…

you never tried to get custody of that boy.

So don't give me this feelings bullshit.

Wow.

Look, man, you and I are killers.

Okay?

We have hearts of steel.

Now, Roy told me something, and I wanna know if it's true.

-[scoffs] -Hey. Hey!

And if I don't get an answer…

you know me.

Now Roy said

Mallory killed my wife.

If that's true…

you've been lying to me…

and pretending…

to be my family.

Roy is a fucking junkie.

And my son died.

And you wanna ask me this right now? Hm?

Right now?

It's yes or no.

Don't you walk away from me!

I will lay yo ass out if you don't get yo hands off me.

And it'll be the last person you ever--

[grunting]

Norman…

[groaning]

I got a lot of patience.

But when I'm at my end,

I'm at my end.

Now, I told you.…

my son is dead.

And I also told you I gotta tell his mother that her son…

is dead.

Norman…

I'm at my limit.

[footsteps receding]

[door opens]

No…

[door closes]

…you've crossed your limit.

[grunts]

[Olivia] So, what did that little nigga have in his safe?

[Andy] Forty grand.

What the fu-- Are you telling me that is all Charles had in that safe?

That's it. That's all he had.

Shit.

-[cell phone ringing] -[sighs]

What?

[Horace] Mm-hmm.

I thought that'd get your attention.

Yeah, why wouldn't it?

That video.

[Olivia] What about it?

Just some fake-ass shit.

You're too old to know about AI.

[Olivia] Well, you would be wrong.

And I also know that you know how to use it too.

Charles sent it to me, and it is authentic.

Yeah?

Okay.

[Horace] He had a camera at his house.

And?

And I verified that the video is authentic.

[Olivia clicks tongue] Ah-ha.

[scoffs] Well, good for you.

You want a cookie?

How's the hospital bed?

[Olivia] Hard. How's yours?

Oh, mine is nice and, um, pleasant.

[Olivia] Mm.

You know, that's what they say about a deathbed.

Actually, I… I'm doing much better. [chuckles]

[Olivia] Really?

Yeah.

[scoffs] Good for you.

[Horace] While you, on the other hand,

are in a bed that my father called

a cooling board.

[Olivia] Now, you're not threatening me, are you, Horace?

I don't need to threaten you.

[Olivia] That's good.

'Cause ain't shit you could do to me. [scoffs]

You'll lose your shares.

I don't need to do anything to you.

You do it to yourself.

I haven't done shit.

Your leg is only the beginning if you don't have that money by Friday.

I don't… I don't have any idea what you're talking about.

But Charles does…

and he won't be able to get it.

If he doesn't,

I am not gonna be the only one going down.

[Horace] What does that mean?

Charles knows.

So you're selling out your own son.

[Olivia] Listen…

he has to learn one day that the world is hard.

It's tough.

Okay.

You've finally thrown him to the wolves.

But when I wanted to discipline him, you wouldn't let me.

Because you weren't trying to discipline him.

You were trying to change him.

Is there a difference, Olivia?

[Olivia] Yes.

Discipline is for correction.

Changing would have been for you.

Okay.

But since you tried to rob me,

I am going to discipline and change you.

[scoffs] Like I said,

ain't shit you could do to me.

Shit.

Motherfucker.

[Roy sighs heavily]

[Roy chuckling]

Ah, what you got here, little brother?

[inhales sharply] Hm!

[grunts]

[exhaling sharply]

[humming]

[sighs] Ah.

Mmm.

-I'm not in the mood for yo shit, man. -[scoffs]

Well, my house is burnt to a crisp, so I can't stay there. [scoffs]

So where you gonna go?

With you.

Man, go to the hotel.

No, little brother, I am staying with you.

'Cause I'mma party. [chuckling]

Okay.

[glass thuds on table]

And don't have no freaky-ass niggas over here while I'm over here. [sniffs]

Then go to your own damn house.

No, I'm not. Look, we have to come up with a plan.

-Roy-- -You're not understanding.

That bitch is at the house with Mallory. They probably coming up with something.

You know what they trying to make me do?

They trying to make me pee in a cup.

So I know they trying to come up with some intricate plan

to cut me out the will.

And I can't have that shit. [sniffs]

Shit. [groans]

What happened to you?

Shit, man, I got burned a little.

By who?

Mallory.

You know what she did? She poured coffee on the bitch.

Wait, what bitch?

Felicia, nigga. Are you listening?

You never said that.

Look, I need you to listen, okay? Just chill and listen.

So I met this chick named Felicia at the club.

Ooh, like… like, "Bye, Felicia?"

Not "Bye, Felicia," nigga.

Not that, okay?

Like I said, listen.

I met this chick Felicia at the club.

You know, she fine. I'm having a good time with her.

But Mallory caught me.

So, what did I do? I got mad.

So you got mad 'cause she caught you?

Yes, I got mad 'cause she caught me. I am a guy. I get mad.

I'm fucking pissed about it, actually.

Look, let me just finish the story, okay? So… I got Felicia.

-Met her at the club and everything. -Mm-hmm.

-So I took her to my house. -Whoa, whoa, whoa, woah.

"House" as in Mallory's house too?

That is my house, okay? Let's get that out in the open.

And she wouldn't be shit without me.

Let me just finish the story, okay?

I take her to my home.

I'm having a good time. I'm showing her around the house.

-And I brought her to my bedroom. -Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

Where's Mallory?

She was in the other room.

-Mm-hmm. -[clicks tongue] What?

Yup.

You know what this motherfucker did?

I'm having a great time. Getting, you know, the feels.

She dancin' on me.

Mallory locks the door so I can't get out,

and she burned the fucking house down.

And then she goes to my old driver that I had,

and then she tries to fuck him.

Takes his gun, pulls the gun out on me, tries to shoot me.

So you know what I do?

I gotta, like, find something to ease the pain.

So I get Felicia again and take her to the lobby

and have her twerk.

And Mallory comes from nowhere

and pours coffee on her.

Wait, what lobby?

The office lobby. Are you listenin'?

Oh, I wish I wasn't. God.

Shit, I just gotta figure out something, man.

-She gonna kill you. -No, she's not.

Mm-hmm. [clicks tongue]

So let me get this straight. You came here

'cause you know if you go to the hotel, she gonna try and kill you.

Yeah, you scared.

No, I'm not scared. I'm not.

I'm not scared.

And you keep doing stupid shit to make her more angry.

You know what? I can't even talk to you. [sniffs]

Roy, look at me.

Focus.

Nope. I'd rather just lay down and lay back

since my arm hurt and everything.

Focus, okay?

What?

She can make you take a drug test, okay?

And it can dilute your shares if it comes back positive.

It was just coke, and it was only like one time.

Stop.

It was.

Okay, listen.

They don't just test your piss, they test your hair too.

And I'm sure Mallory has your brush or your comb.

Your hair will tell how much and how long it's been in your system.

You're an addict.

Your hair will prove it.

You're fucked.

Bye, Felicia.

I'm not fucked.

She's fucked.

Mm-mm. You are.

And you keep doing stupid stuff just to make her more angry,

which is just gonna make you lose it all.

Well, if I go down, she goes down.

She keeps all her shares if you're an addict, you idiot.

Damn.

How do you know all this stuff anyway?

I fuck Attorney Varney.

What did I tell you about telling me that?

He tells me everything.

You're disgusting.

Shit.

Gotta find a way to get this out of my system then.

[serene music playing]

Come on.

Come on.

[knocking on door]

Hello, sir.

I'm here to see Mrs. Bellarie.

Right this way.

Thanks.

Sir.

[Varney sighs]

-May I get you something? -Water's fine.

Water for three?

As a matter of fact, get me somethin' stronger.

-Scotch. -Yes, sir.

I'm all for that.

-Yes, sir. -Whiskey for me, please.

-Absolutely. -Me too.

Very well.

This house is so amazing.

[Adeline chuckles]

Whose house is this?

Mr. and Mrs. Bellarie's.

You my nigga, man.

I appreciate you for real.

-I beg your pardon? -Car's on the way to the shop.

[inhales deeply]

[sighs heavily]

Well, I'm glad you figured it out, son.

Well, I, uh, wouldn't have without you.

I don't know what you talkin' about.

Yeah, okay.

That kind of loyalty goes a long way.

[sighs] Yes, sir.

[muttering] Motherfucker.

The fuck?

Angel?

Hey.

-[Angel] Hey. -[Adeline] I'm so glad to see you.

What are you two doin' here?

Hi, I'm Attorney Varney.

Angel. What's goin' on?

We're here to see Mrs. Bellarie.

Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why are you here?

Don't look at me, man. I was just asked to be here.

Asked by who?

Excuse me, is there a problem?

There's gonna be a problem if he don't get the hell out of here.

I'm sorry, Mr. Angel, but, uh, he's not leaving.

Okay, okay. All right.

Wait. I need to talk to you.

Angel, please!

Shut up.

[in Spanish] Did you hear that? He told me to shut up.

I told you not to be with him.

[in English] Excuse me. Hey.

[in Spanish] Don't start with that now.

[in English] Excuse me.

[splutters] Can you speak English, please?

[in Spanish] Don't worry about it.

[in English] Translate it for him.

She said don't worry about it.

[Varney sighs]

[Alex] So I told Varney how to outrun him.

And did Varney do it?

Yeah.

Are you sure they're on their way here?

I'm tracking 'em.

Damn.

Yeah, I put a tracker on their car. They're already there.

So is someone gonna tell me why y'all trust…

this one so much?

I just do.

He's proved himself to me. He had my back.

He had your back even though he worked at the club for Jules?

Yeah, he did,

but he's caring.

I overheard him one time

talking about how we were treated to Officer Trackson,

so… he's good.

You never told me that.

No, I didn't.

You were already onto him.

There was no point.

I mean,

after what just went down at that motel,

if that didn't prove it…

As long as that witness is on our side.

She will be.

I hope you're right.

A witness to what?

[inhales deeply] Some things she shouldn't have seen.

She'll be on our side.

I like how you keep saying "our."

[scoffs] Shit, the way you went in on Felicia,

you one of us.

[Rain and Kimmie chuckling]

With a better wardrobe and vocabulary.

No, I don't know about that one.

This one sitting up there has on an $8,000 suit.

-Nine. -[chuckling] Oh, okay.

Okay, okay.

I stand corrected.

I just wanna get all these niggas

and live free.

Let me tell you something. Even if you get them, you'll never be free.

Why is that?

When you have real money,

there'll always be somebody that you have to get before they get you.

Trust me.

Well, then warm up some more coffee.

You know my life is in your hands.

I think we all need each other.

She can get me on a felony.

She need a witness for that,

and we ain't see shit.

Nothin' at all.

[door opens]

[Norman] Shit.

What?

Did you talk to Jules?

He said Roy is lyin'.

Well?

He called him a junkie.

[distant sirens wailing]

Well, you just need to let the shit go.

Shit, I'm not letting shit go.

Norman, the woman is dead.

And this makes you happy?

[scoffs] Oh, come on.

Norman, did you really love that woman?

-Are you really asking me that? -No… [splutters]

I… I couldn't see it. I mean all that broken English and shit.

She used to work my last nerve trying to have a conversation with her.

[mimicking accent] "What-- What is that?"

"What-- What-- What-- What is that? What is that?"

Bitch, I will break your other leg.

I'm sorry.

It's just that she… Sh-- She was…

Olivia.

Look, Norman, I'm not trying to upset you.

Oh, you're not?

No.

I just…

[inhales deeply]

[sighs] Oh, you know, I just… I just… I just…

I just wanna get away from all of this.

I just want… I just want some peace.

How can the author of confusion be talking about peace?

[tsks]

Norman, what I'm trying to say is that I need to get some rest.

Okay? 'Cause this… this… This shit is just too much.

What happened to you?

I'm tired.

You used to be such a fighter.

I'm tired, and I'm tired of fighting.

Who the hell you think you talking to?

Look, I wanna retire.

Yeah.

I want to retire.

I wanna… I wanna go away to some nice island someplace.

And you would burn that island to the ground.

Chaos doesn't meet you,

it follows you.

You bring it.

You create it.

You don't know the first thing about peace.

Wherever you go, you created chaos all over this damn world.

So shut the fuck up.

You know what, Norman?

I think Mallory did it.

What?

Yeah.

[chuckling] I think Mallory ran over her ass like she was Border Patrol.

[chuckling]

Now you are not helping me.

Get the fuck out.

Ow! Ow!

Get-- Ow!

Security! Get the fuck off!

Get off the fuck--

[screaming] Get the fuck off!

Ow!

Help!

Security!

Oh God!

[sobbing] Oh my God! You motherfucker!

[wailing] Oh God!

Oh! Oh!

[crying] Oh! Oh, God!

The fuck, man?

[breathing heavily]

[line ringing]

[Horace] Did you get my car?

Yeah, it's in the shop.

Which shop?

The one you have a premium account with.

So now you owe me more money.

-What's the point? You're replacing me. -What?

You said you can get another one, and I see he's here.

[Horace] What are you talking about?

I just…

I just wanted to ask if you can give me another chance, okay? I…

I won't fuck up. But please, not that guy.

Please.

Angel… Angel, what are you talking about?

[Angel] Evan. I just seen him.

Is he replacing me?

Nigga, I'm tired, and I don't have time for this bullshit.

Okay, but… [sighs]

Just please give me another chance, okay? I won't fuck up. Just…

Just don't relapse. I'll… I'll come out there.

Just please give me another chance. I…

We're just getting started.

Okay?

So you beggin'?

[Angel] You damn right I'm begging.

And I'm on my knees.

You'd know if you could see me.

What makes you think I can't?

[unsettling music playing]

You got cameras in here?

[Horace] Maybe.

[sighs]

Okay, now I'm on my knees.

-Angel, I have to go. -No, please, please. Please don't--

[breathes deeply]

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck!

[exhales sharply]

Jules, where the hell are you, man?

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're not in the will.

I had that nigga delay it. [chuckles]

So just hit me back, a'ight?

[sighs]

Look, little bro, does, uh…

cranberry juice get this shit out my system?

Roy, really?

Stop making that face. Will it? Yes or no?

No, it won't.

-What about, uh-- -Roy, there is nothing you can do.

[sighs] Okay, um…

Stanley Heart.

They gotta flush it somehow. I know they can flush it. [sniffs]

There is nothing you can do.

Damn, you mad and shit, I see.

[sniffs]

What you watchin'?

Look at this.

What's this?

[hesitates] Hey. Hey.

-Just watch. -There better be no freaky shit.

Idiot, just look.

[Olivia] So, what did that little nigga have in his safe?

-[Andy] Forty grand. -That's Mom.

-[Olivia] What the fuck… -Listen to what she's sayin'.

-…all Charles had in that safe? -[Andy] That's it. That's all he had.

-[Olivia] What I mean is… -What the fuck?

[Olivia] …you fucked up Horace's robbery.

She robbed me and Dad.

What? [scoffs]

Yeah.

Damn.

In my own home.

What she talking about, uh…

cleaning up for you? What she talking about?

Don't worry about that.

You showed the video. What she talking about?

Look, look, look, we…

We gotta do something about Mom.

What you mean?

I don't know yet.

So, what you talkin' about? You talkin' about…

You talkin' about killing her?

Roy, she's our mother.

I mean, but this shit,

you know, stealing from us…

What you gonna do?

-I told Dad. -[exhales sharply]

[groans] What?

Yeah.

Why are you so desperate to tell that nigga everything?

I know, right?

He treated me like shit.

Yeah, he treats you like shit. Then let him deal with it.

-You think he will? -[scoffs]

Damn.

You know, thinking about it, I know he'll deal with it.

Roy, what if he dies?

Then Mom will be on the loose.

How the hell this family get so fucked up?

[scoffs] You tell me.

-That's how the cookie crumbles, brother. -[knocking on door]

Who is that?

Don't worry about it.

-Roy? -[chuckling]

Look, you all mad and shit. Have a good time.

Give you some more of your drink too.

-[knocking continues] -[sniffs]

Who is at my door?

The fun.

That's what I call 'em, "the fun."

I'll be right back.

Whew. [humming]

Roy, really?

Will you just relax? Just relax.

You too uptight. Relax, okay?

[door opens]

[Roy] Come on.

Shit. What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

[Roy mumbling]

Nice to meet you too.

Okay.

So, uh, little brother, this is, uh…

You know what? It don't even fucking matter.

[chuckles] I'll be upstairs, okay?

And if you need me, just call me.

Come on, guys. Come on, come on, come on.

You're lookin' really good tonight. Damn.

-Don't trip me. -Sorry.

[Roy] Dang, you clumsy, ain't you? You can't be clumsy like that in bed.

Upstairs.

After y'all.

[Roy sighs]

Brother. Brother.

Brother!

It's gonna be all right.

Man, this family's shit.

Hello, Mrs. Bellarie.

-Hi. -May I take this?

Thank you.

Uh, where is Sylvie?

-I haven't seen her today. -What?

She's been asleep all day.

-All day? [sighs] -I checked on her a couple times, but…

-Hi, James. -Hello, ma'am.

May I take this?

-Uh, yes, please. Thank you. -Okay.

I am so sorry to hear about your house.

Thank you.

I spoke with the insurance adjuster.

He said the damage was only to the bedroom,

and a little water damage, but it should be repaired in a few days.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[Varney clears throat]

-Mallory, how are you? -Hi, Varney. I'm well. Thank you.

Hey, this is Evan and Adeline.

-Hi. -Hi.

Wait, he's…

-He's… He's the one that helped us. -[Rain] Hey.

-[Varney] It's cool. -[Rain] It's okay.

-He's the one that was trying to kill me. -But you're here.

[in Spanish] We shouldn't be here.

We have to trust him, Adeline.

[in English] Relax.

In English, please.

Listen, I need you to start from the beginning

and tell them everything that happened.

-Okay? -Yeah.

It's fine.

We'll tell them everything. We have to.

[knocking on door]

Sylvie!

Sylvie, why are you asleep all day?

Hello--

[gasps]

[dramatic music playing]

[spluttering] Sylvie?

[shuddering]

[somber music playing]

[music fades]