Original subtitles

[Calvin] You need to come by the motel.

Cops are here. Shit, maybe even a coroner.

-[Jules] Know what this girl look like? -It was Kimmie.

Am I really an enemy that you want to make?

I don't give a fuck.

Just another day in this family.

[dramatic music plays]

Well, don't everybody speak at once.

So you tried to have me killed, huh?

We were trying to rob the house. I didn't see her on the road.

-[Calvin] Delinda's dead. -[Kimmie] They controlling this shit.

You need to help me find Sylvie.

Rain, I'm going, and I don't wanna hear this.

Shit!

Yeah.

So this bitch kills my two bottom bitches?

Yes, she did.

Okay.

-Yeah, she owes me. -What do you want us to do?

-She not answering her phone? -[Trackson] No.

-Find her. -Oh, we'll find her.

You find her ass, and you bring her right to me.

Done.

Mm. Okay.

[inhales sharply]

So, what's going on at the station?

They're putting a district attorney on these murders.

Shit.

-[Alex] What do you need us to do? -Any evidence?

We got all the cameras. Only person that would talk was Debo.

-And where is he? -Got his ass locked down.

How tight?

Say the word.

Well, let's do it before Norman does. All right?

Look, I know you guys are working part-time on the police.

-But I need y'all on this shit. -We're on it.

-All right? -We on it.

And I also need you at the club tonight, in uniform, as high security.

Okay.

-You too, Alex. -Done.

Hm. Mm!

This bitch.

You find her, and I mean you find her now.

-Done. -And what about Rain?

-She's in the hospital. -[Jules] Mm.

Go there, you talk to her.

She knows where this bitch is.

-Right. -All right?

Alex, you got Track's six.

-Let's go. All right? -Let's go.

Get the fuck out of here.

This bitch.

[sighs]

Ah, she a special bitch.

[sinister music playing]

[music fades]

-[Olivia] Ah, good morning. -Hey.

-Thank you. -What happened?

It's all okay.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay, I started lunch for us.

I'm not hungry.

I'm just gonna sip this coffee.

Okay, well, anything I can do?

No.

Just sit there and be beautiful.

That I can do.

[ominous music playing]

So are you gonna tell me?

-Olivia… -Oh, don't beat around the bush.

-I never-- -Just tell me.

Uh, I never heard from them.

-So did they rob him? -Yeah.

And they were supposed to meet him at the warehouse.

Yeah.

And shoot him, and make it look like a robbery.

Yes.

You sure about that?

I haven't heard from them. They never called me.

See…

[cup clatters]

You know, I asked you to help me set this motherfucker up.

You know it has to look a certain way.

And you do this?

I swear I-- I had my best guys on it.

[scoffs] Yeah, okay.

I-- I swear.

You know, it's-- It's so hard to trust when you're rich.

Yeah, I… I swear I didn't do anything.

But you know what? I am really gonna miss fucking you.

Olivia, please.

Did you betray me?

No.

No, I swear.

I think you did.

I swear.

Well, why was Horace walking around like nothing was wrong?

I don't… I don't know.

Mm.

Yeah, okay.

Can you give me another chance?

No.

Baby, but I can figure it out.

No, you see, if… if… if Horace finds out that it was me, then this shit--

I know.

Then you know how important it was that you not fuck up.

[ominous music continues]

And you know I don't like sad goodbyes, right?

Olivia…

Don't start the begging shit. All right? You know that don't work with me.

But I can figure it out.

Oh, no, now you see, now you're pissing me off.

Okay.

Okay.

Come on. Now you know how this shit works.

Now you know that you're gonna have to get in the bag.

No-- No-- Now-- Don't-- Don't--

Stop fucking shaking.

-Are you-- -Get in the bag.

-Are you really doing this? -Uh, yeah.

-Uh-- -You know too much.

[door closes]

I'm sorry. All right.

Come on.

Upsy-daisy.

Get in-- Come on, get in the bag. Come on. Come on now. Come on--

-Come on, get in the motherfucking bag! -I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

Get in the fucking bag!

[ominous music continues]

Get yo ass up.

Come on, nigga.

[bag rustling]

Come on.

Now stop shaking.

I'm sorry.

Motherfucker, will you zip up?

Please. Baby, please.

Damn it, if you "please" me one more motherfucking time…

Zip the fucking shit up!

Yeah, there you go.

[music intensifies]

[gunshot]

[thud]

[music fades]

So these are the numbers.

Do they make any sense?

[Horace inhales sharply]

-Explain. -Well, you have the controlling shares.

But your brother, your ex-wife, and your sons,

they all have voting rights.

I know all that.

I wanna know the outs.

Well, your father was really cunning in writing this will.

He made sure that if anybody was convicted of a felony,

they would forfeit their shares.

[dramatic music playing]

That's the part.

What do you need to know?

Felony.

What kind of felony?

Class B felony.

Manslaughter, robbery, and so on.

So if someone, uh, was running a criminal organization, that would be…

Clearly a felony.

[chuckles]

Thank you.

Mm.

Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?

No, you just did.

Uh, you-- You care to share?

Share what?

Your thoughts.

-If I wanted to share, I would. -Yes, sir, you would.

You can leave.

Yeah. Thank you, sir.

[music continues]

-[dramatic music continues] -[dialing]

[phone chimes]

[unsettling music playing]

What the f--

[phone rings]

[phone beeps]

Yes, sir?

I just sent you a picture of a kid.

He goes by Angel.

Yes, sir.

Do you know this kid?

No, sir. How would I know him?

Do, uh, any of your officers know him?

Nope.

Can't say that I've met him.

I see.

Is there something wrong?

You think you could find him?

I'm sure.

Okay, well, I think he's in a stolen car.

That's the license plate, make, and model.

What you want me to do with him?

I was visiting my wing at the hospital, and, uh, I think he stole my watch.

-I'll take care of him. -No, no, no, no, no. Uh-uh-uh.

Uh-- Uh, I just wanna talk to him.

Okay. Where?

Just let me know when you find him.

Yes, sir.

[unsettling music continues]

[exhales]

[sighs]

-[phone beeps] -[sighs]

[music fades]

-No. -Where was she moved?

I don't know.

[exhales]

How the hell you don't know that?

I don't know. They came in here, and it was all super private.

-[Trackson sighs] -[phone ringing]

Yo ass is…

Shit.

-Am I gonna see you later? -Fuck outta here.

-[nurse] Really? -Hey.

I just sent you a license plate and a phone number.

Yeah, that's Angel?

Yeah.

Is he running?

No.

-But I need to find him. -Okay.

'Cause I just got the strangest call.

What about?

-When you find him, call me. -Okay.

You put every license-plate reader in the city on it.

Okay, I will.

[dramatic music playing]

And what about Rain?

[chuckles nervously]

Uh, she was moved.

What are you talking about?

She was moved to another hospital, and we don't know where she is.

How the fuck do you not know that she was moved?

-I'm sorry. -What, are you slippin'?

No, sir.

[exhales sharply]

You find Rain.

All right?

She's probably with that bitch Kimmie.

-Okay, sir, I'm on it. -The fuck is wrong with you two, huh?

-You're like some incompetent-ass people. -Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. I-- I mean, we're on it.

-[line disconnects] -[phone beeping]

Damn.

Pissed?

Like you wouldn't believe.

Yeah, I bet.

Any word on where Kimmie is?

Nah. But if Jules is right, she gotta be with Rain.

Call every contact you know.

Yeah, I got it. I'm on it.

Come on.

♪ Yo ♪

♪ This is that grimy And low-down and slimiest flow ♪

♪ Mind-eating fluid lobotomy dope ♪

♪ Heimlich maneuver For rhymers who choke ♪

♪ Swallow me whole And then vomit these quotes ♪

♪ I'm in the yoke of the quality folk… ♪

[Charles exhales]

♪ …for the poverty broke ♪

♪ Rob from the rich, give to the poor… ♪

[Charles exhales]

♪ If he eying the notion Of trying me, don't… ♪

Hey.

[breathing heavily] What the hell?

Hello to you too.

[exhales]

[barbell clanging]

[exhales]

I thought you didn't want anyone seeing your car at my house.

I said overnight.

I just came from your father's.

Is he celebrating my death?

No. Nobody's doing that. Come on, man, stop.

Yeah, sure.

I got something I need to talk to you about.

Varney, I don't wanna hear no more bullshit, all right?

Well, you need to.

I think your father's up to something.

Like what?

Well, he keeps asking a lot of questions

about the restrictions in the will and what he can do.

-Do to what? -[Varney sighs]

Well, he keep--

Varney, don't come over here and not say what you're fucking thinking.

I am tired.

I lost my Lambo.

[intriguing music playing]

Not to mention a nigga died in it. I mean, that's no big deal.

Really? [chuckles]

Say what you need to say.

I think your father is trying to cut you, your mother, and your brother

out of the will.

-Okay, well, he can't do that, so… -No, he can't.

But then again…

Then again what?

He can increase the shares.

How?

Say one of you catches a felony.

-We all got legal shit. -Yeah, but you need to be careful.

I'm not doing anything.

But you're living life on the edge.

The last time I checked, that's not a felony.

Okay, nigga, let me just say it in some language that you understand.

Say you out trying to buy some fucking coke,

and then you get caught up in a sting.

Then what?

[intriguing music continues]

Man, I get my drugs from the same guy. He don't know.

-Charles, you need to be careful. -Okay.

Thank you for the warning.

You need to take this serious. You know that.

-Yeah, but I'm not. [sighs] -All right.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

But you did. [exhales]

[chuckles] Okay.

You can leave now.

Why do I even bother?

[intriguing music continues]

Fine.

[phone rings, beeps]

-Yeah. -[Jules on phone] Hi.

How are you?

Where is that motherfucker?

-Who's that? -Debo.

-I want him brought to me. -[Jules sighs]

-Look, we talked about this. -Jules--

-Look, we have another issue. -I want him.

Yes, can you please calm down long enough to hear me?

[dramatic music playing]

-What? -Did your brother tell Harold anything?

No, I haven't talked to him.

Well, you need to pay him a visit.

Why?

Because I got the strangest call.

He wants me to find this kid,

and, uh, gives me the kid's name and the license plate.

And?

Works at the club.

-What? -Dominican kid.

Oh shit. [chuckling]

-He loves Dominican women. -No, no.

This is a guy.

[dramatic sting]

-What? -Yeah.

Shit.

-Well, what did he say? -Just that he needed me to find him.

That he stole his watch.

Oh shit. I feel for that kid.

Why?

A watch to Horace is like my wife to me.

Now, where is Debo?

[sighs deeply]

I took care of him.

-I want all the information on this guy. -What, you don't trust me?

I don't trust anyone when it comes to my wife.

Look, Norman, it's over, all right? Let's just move on.

Move on?

Motherfucker, my wife is dead.

-Norman, I-- -Man, fuck you!

I'm not fucking moving on!

Look, I didn't mean it the way it sounded.

I'm gonna do it myself. I'll just find him myself.

Uh, well…

he's dead.

[laughing]

[Norman continues laughing]

-That shit is really convenient, right? -Nah.

-So you really don't trust me. -Oh no. [laughing]

That-- That's convenient, motherfucker.

Come on, Norman.

You're all upset, but I really need you to calm down, all right?

And I need you to talk to your brother.

All right? This whole thing with Harold doesn't sit well with me.

My wife is dead,

and that ain't important to you.

No, no, no, that is not what I'm saying. I'm just saying that I need to make sure--

[dramatic music continues]

Norman. Oh, Norman.

Great.

[phone ringing]

Answer my damn phone.

Oh, sorry.

Beauty in Black, Mrs. Bellarie's cell. May I say who's calling?

Lena Norris Walton?

[dramatic music playing]

Got it. Okay, one moment, please.

[quietly] You can leave.

And to whom do I owe the pleasure?

I was thinking about what you and your husband said last night.

What does that mean?

Well, the offer of a job.

Mm. I figured you would come around.

Oh, no, I'm not.

So, what is it?

To tell you that my ads on TV

have brought my plaintiff numbers up to 64.

[inhales deeply]

-Oh, is that right? -Yes.

So you're sure you don't wanna talk settlement?

Why are you talking to me instead of my father-in-law or my husband?

Oh, come on, we know you run that place.

-Yeah, I do. -Yeah.

Your husband is a piece of work.

And the lady I'm speaking with on this phone is a piece of work.

This is gonna get really, really ugly.

It already has.

No. I haven't even started yet.

Well, do you.

You really aren't taking this seriously.

Look, I think you should be talking to our legal team

and the counsel with our business.

I think you are the most reasonable one there.

Lena…

-We can make this go away. -[siren wailing]

Do you hear that?

What?

The ambulance and the sirens?

Go chase after it and get the fuck off my phone.

[sighs]

[siren whooping, wailing]

You got a license and registration?

Uh, yeah, man, but, uh, this is my boy's car.

I didn't ask you that.

Yeah, I mean, I-- I got a license.

The re-- Registration's gotta be in here so…

-[Trackson] Gun! -Wait! No, no, no!

[Alex] Don't move!

-Get out the car! -Okay.

What happened to your hand?

It's your fucking brother, man.

What did he do?

He threatened me.

About what?

He was just asking me all kinds of questions.

About?

You and Jules.

What kind of questions?

He just wanted to know what you was working on and do I trust you.

[ominous music playing]

What did you tell him?

I told him I didn't know what he was talking about.

-Are you lying to me? -No.

No, man, I swear.

Nigga, you can't even look at me. You must be lying to me.

I'm not, man.

-Harold. -I--

You think I'm gonna risk this money off of that bullshit?

Are you telling me the truth?

Norman… how long have you known me, man?

Okay.

I'm telling you the truth.

Okay.

Hey, man, I'm so sorry to hear about your wife.

Me too.

Can I help, um, with anything?

Uh, arrangements, anything?

Nah, I'm good.

You sure, man?

I'm your friend. I'm here for you.

I'm good.

Okay.

You want a drink?

Shit. [exhales]

A bourbon would be nice.

[Harold chuckles]

[glass clinking]

[phone buzzes]

You wanna get that?

Nah, it's just a message.

You should check your messages.

I'll get it later. I just wanna be here with you, man.

Check your messages.

[ominous music continues]

[Harold gasps] No.

No, no, no.

Norman.

Is that your--

Your daughter at college?

[breathing shakily]

[shakily] Norman, please.

I'mma ask you one more motherfucking time.

I swear…

I didn't tell him nothing.

If I hear one thing…

I know.

I know.

That's why I didn't say nothing.

I swear.

I swear. Please.

Please, man.

Drink your drink.

[ominous music continues]

Ain't nothing in it. [chuckles]

It's fine.

You know…

since my wife died…

[breathing shakily]

…nothing matters to me.

Nothing at all.

I can understand that.

My daughter,

she means everything to me.

I'm sure.

Cheers to life.

[sighs]

To life.

Cheers.

[breathing shakily]

[music fades]

[Mallory] Roy.

-Come here. Where you going? -I'm going to lunch.

Come here.

[Roy] What?

I'm out of as much coke as you are out of your mind.

What's up?

-Are you gonna go see Lena? -What are you talkin' about?

Roy, she's a snake.

Well, she will fit in perfectly around here.

[suspenseful music playing]

-[phone beeps] -[Roy sighs]

-You see this shit? -[indistinct voices on phone]

It's viral.

It's you getting into it with the protesters.

So what?

Do you wanna see all this shit crumble?

Nah. Just you.

-Why can't you just be like-- -The man you're fucking?

-Oh, you mean all the men I'm fucking? -Mm. [chuckles]

Because they're smart, Roy, and they know how to run a company.

[Roy] Hm.

You know, when I find him…

What you gonna do to him?

You really don't know me. Mm, mm, mm.

I know you do what your daddy tells you to do.

Mm-hm. Yeah, okay.

Listen, don't go see Lena, or I'll tell your father.

-What am I, an eight-year-old? -No.

Because an eight-year-old would know better.

[Roy chuckles]

Fuck off. [chuckles]

Roy.

Calvin.

-Yes, ma'am. -I need you to follow him.

Well, uh, we're, uh…

What?

We're in communication with his driver.

What does that mean?

Well, he'll tell us everywhere he goes.

-Through Jules? -No, I can communicate directly.

And tell Jules?

Yes.

I need you to go and follow him.

I'm here for you, ma'am.

Are you not following orders?

Not if that means leaving you. I only wanna be by your side.

You're so full of shit.

Mallory, I've been crazy about you ever since--

Get the fuck out.

-Well, I'm just trying to-- -Get out.

-Yes, ma'am. -Now.

Makes me hot.

You better stop with this bullshit.

Look, um, I'm sorry. I've upset you.

Please don't cry. But if you do…

dry your tears.

-What the fuck is this? -Your underwear from the other night.

[siren wailing in the distance]

[Gillian] Hey.

-Can I talk to you? -I'm working.

Please.

What do you want?

I'm sorry.

-Okay. -[Gillian] Don't do that, please.

Look, I'm sorry about everything, about all of it.

I just…

I miss you, okay?

-Okay. -Stop it. I did what I had to do with him.

So did I.

-You didn't have to do that with her. -No, but I really wanted to.

[Gillian scoffs]

So you just wanna make me suffer.

You don't have to look if you don't want to.

Calvin, I am trying really hard--

Gillian… go away.

-You better stop messing with her. -Or what?

I'm gonna tell him.

Tell who?

Her husband, stupid.

Do it.

You know if Jules finds out about what you're doing--

Will you get the fuck away from me?

You hate me that much?

[Gillian exhales]

You did this to yourself.

-What did I do? -Keep your voice down.

Go away.

Don't push me.

When people say they're gonna do something, they just do it.

They don't make an announcement. So do it.

-Get the fuck away from me. [Gillian] Mm!

Mm…

[tires screeching]

[ominous music playing]

[keys clinking]

-[Trackson] That way. -[Alex] Yeah.

-Hey, wait. Wait, wait. -[Alex] Ah, shut up. Shut the fuck up.

Hey. Hey, hey, wait. Listen to me.

Hey, wait!

[Angel yells]

-Wait! Shit. -[door alarm chiming]

Wait!

-[engine starts] -[Trackson grunts]

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait!

Fuck.

Wait.

Wait.

[tires screeching]

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

[door creaks open, closes]

[cane scraping]

[cane tapping]

[ominous music continues]

[Angel breathing shakily]

I'm so glad to see you.

Are you?

Yeah, I thought-- I thought I was going to jail.

You are.

On-- Only if you want me to.

[sighs] Turn off the car, man. I can't hear anything.

[engine shuts off]

Fuck.

You know who the fuck I am?

Uh, yeah, you my daddy, right?

Nigga, I can get 50 of you.

Yeah, yeah, but you want me, right? You…

-You want me. -You?

Little penny-ass nigga who stole my watch?

I-- I-- I know. I'm-- I'm sorry. It-- It won't happen again, I promise.

You know what that house was?

What house?

The one I took you to.

No.

I was gonna put you and Kimmie up there.

For real?

All you had to do was take care of me.

I-- I-- I can-- I can do that.

Oh, that ship has sailed.

I don't trust you.

It won't ha-- It won't happen again, I promise.

I know it won't. You standing here in handcuffs.

Uh, I'm in hand-- I know I'm in handcuffs, but, uh, I learned my lesson.

I did.

-Did you now? -I did.

I promise you I did.

[inhales sharply]

What do you know about Kimmie?

-What do you mean? -I need to know everything.

I'll tell you whatever you wanna know.

-Is she trustworthy? -Yeah.

Yeah, she is. She's-- She's-- She's super honest, and--

-You know, she's-- -For a whore. [chuckles]

Nah, nah, nah. She-- She got caught up in it.

I got ca-- I got her caught up 'cause Jules got me caught up, and…

It's-- It's-- It's some fucked-up shit, man.

But she… she… she's trustworthy.

I need you to tell me everything.

I'll tell you whatever you wanna know.

[dramatic sting]

-Hey. -Hi.

-Can I have a seat? -Yeah. Sit down.

[Varney sighs]

So… did she call you?

Lena?

Yeah, she did.

Okay.

What did she say?

She told me about the other plaintiffs.

-So, what are we gonna do? -Well, I'm gonna meet with her.

-What, and talk about settling? -See what she has.

Okay.

I think you should hire another litigator.

-Aren't you a litigator? -Yeah.

But we need somebody that's gonna scare the crap out of them.

What would that cost?

Lawson, Wright & Mason.

-Yeah. -They're the best.

I'm very well aware of who they are.

And?

They're expensive.

Yeah, they are.

Look, um, get me numbers and I'll present it to the board.

Okay.

I need to speak with you about something else.

Okay.

What's that?

[suspenseful music playing]

I, uh-- I think you need to have a conversation with your father-in-law.

About?

He's been asking a lot of questions about stipulations in the will.

Okay. And?

I feel like I'm betraying him. [chuckles]

Tell me.

I think you need to have a conversation with him.

-Mm-mm. -Please don't tell him what I said.

-I won't. -Okay.

Soon.

-Is it that bad? -The sooner the better.

Okay. Thank you.

Sure.

[Varney exhales]

[suspenseful music continues]

-You know, Attorney Varney, uh… -Yeah.

…I really appreciate everything that you do.

-Of course. -Thank you.

[music stops]

[dramatic music playing]

[Roy] You thought I was gone?

-Uh, Mr.-- -Don't fucking "Mr." me.

What the hell are you doing here?

-It's you. -Roy.

Are you fucking my wife, nigga?

Look, sir--

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's you.

-Roy, you need to stop. -[Roy] No.

You are so fucking fired.

Sir, I'm not--

You are fucking fired, nigga.

Listen, I am not having--

[Roy] Mm, mm, mm.

-Meet me at the parking deck. -Excuse me?

Meet me at the parking deck, you son of a bitch.

Look, no, he is not. You know, if your father gets wind of this--

If my father knows about this-- I'mma tell him. Mm-hm.

He gonna know exactly about this musclehead nigga,

and he gonna terminate his ass.

-That's what he gonna do. -Roy.

You gone.

[dramatic music continues]

[Mallory] Look, Roy--

-Mallory-- -Look, it's fine.

-Yeah, but I didn't do anything-- -Don't worry about it. It's fine.

-I'll take care of it. -[Varney exhales]

Look, you continue on with business as usual.

Yeah.

[door opens]

[phone rings]

[phone beeps]

-Hello. -[Rain on phone] Kimmie.

What?

I've been calling you.

I'm-- I'm just waiting. I'm about to go in the room.

[sighs] Mm, I don't think you should do that.

-Well, it's too late for that. -Well, what are you gonna do?

I told you, I'm about to find out where Sylvie is.

All right, well, wait, wait.

I've been thinking about it.

What if he really didn't know?

What you mean, he don't know? I saw him go into the man's house.

Yeah, but you said he seemed like he didn't know.

Maybe he didn't.

Man, Rain, these motherfuckers are playing with me.

Kimmie, if you don't do this the right way,

you ain't gonna see your sister again.

-Do not say that. -Well, you need to calm down.

You know how this shit goes.

Rain.

All right, look, I'm just gonna come to the hotel, then.

-What? -Yeah.

-I'mma come meet you there. -You can't leave the hospital.

I gotta do something. I can't let you go through with this.

Rain, you cannot leave.

I'm on so many painkillers, I'll be fine.

-You gonna leave? -Yeah.

I don't care. I'm not leaving you out there.

[sighs] Please stay there.

Well, are you coming here?

He wants to see me.

[sighs]

All right, Kimmie, well, you gotta play the game.

Play the game.

[inhales deeply]

Okay.

Okay, well, come back

so we can talk about it first, before you go there.

-I'mma come back. -Okay? You coming?

All right.

Promise me you coming over here.

I promise.

Kimmie, I swear, if you not here within the next hour,

I'm checking out, and I'm bringing my ass to that hotel.

I will be there, okay?

-Come now. -Damn.

Okay.

[exhales sharply]

[sighs]

[snorting]

[knocking on door]

[exhales, sniffs]

[exhales, clears throat]

[knocking on door]

[Roy clears throat] Hold up, hold up. [hawks]

[sniffs]

[tense music playing]

Don't beat on my damn door like that. [sniffs]

What the hell you got on?

Are you deaf, bitch?

Where is my sister?

-What? -Where is my sister?

-What the hell are you talking about? -My sister, where is she?

You keep talking about your sister.

I have no idea what you talking about. What you talking about?

Look, I know you high, but I need you to focus.

I'm high? Okay. [chuckles]

You know what I need you to focus on? Focus on how to dress.

'Cause what the hell is this shit?

Roy…

[tense music continues]

What'd you just say?

Roy Bellarie.

Who told you that?

I'mma ask you one more time, and I don't have much more patience.

-Who told you my fucking name? -Oh my God.

Your wife's name is Mallory, your father is Horace,

and you run Beauty in Black.

Hm. [chuckles]

-Are you threatening me? -I just wanna find my sister.

You keep talking about this sister of yours.

I don't know anything about your dumbass lost sister.

Of course you don't.

They'd never trust your stupid ass with no information like that.

-Call Jules. -I'mma ask you one more fucking time.

How do you know my name?

You know what?

It makes sense now. That's how you called my wife, huh?

-Call Jules. -[Roy sniffs]

Bitch, you must've lost your mind.

Did you forget who the dominant one is here?

-Think you're the dominant one? -I'm the dominant one.

-Think you're the dominant one? -I know-- [grunts]

[dramatic music playing]

[both grunting]

-Who the fuck do you think you is, bitch? -[Kimmie grunts]

Stupid ass. Who the fuck you think you is?

[Kimmie] Oh! [grunts]

[both grunting]

I'll give it to you, bitch, you do hit hard though.

[both panting]

[Kimmie yells]

["Domino" by Marlee XX plays]

[song ends]