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That's my sister.

And you'd do anything for her, right?

'Cause you walked right into the lion's den!

Your sister's in my truck. You go get in there with her.

-Your brother was at the club. -Why?

He said he wanted me to let Kimmie go and this kid named Angel.

Why are you here?

Your father asked for several lawyers and a judge this morning.

What's this about?

Your father knows her.

He knows Kimmie.

-Yo, turn that up. -Please return my dad.

Shit.

That's the woman that Kimmie stole the car from.

[knock on door]

[dramatic music playing]

Hi.

[Horace] Hi.

You don't look so good.

[Horace exhales softly]

I'm not.

How's your sister?

She's good.

That's good.

Thank you.

Kimmie…

I didn't know any of this was going on.

Yeah, you told me.

I know you don't believe me.

I don't.

Well, then you're really not gonna believe this.

What?

I wanna marry you.

[dramatic sting]

What?

You know it's not for sex.

I mean, I know that, but I--

Look, just hear me out, please.

[sighs]

Go ahead.

I'm dying.

And the only way that I can keep my fortune from my sons

is to be married.

The way the will is set up,

if I die…

it all goes to them.

I hate those bastards

and their mother.

I don't want them to get the money.

So you want me to have it?

[chuckles, inhales]

I know you don't believe me.

How much money are we talking?

Enough for you to never

have to work again in your life.

Why would you do that?

You don't know me well.

I know that.

I am…

a vengeful motherfucker.

They hate me,

and I hate to lose.

So you would marry me?

Yeah.

To keep them from getting it.

No.

What do you mean, no?

No.

There's a catch.

[chuckles]

[coughing]

There is no catch.

Well, you said you hate them, so there is a catch.

Why do you hate them?

[breathes deeply]

Kimmie…

they're fucking losers,

okay?

Never worked a day in their life.

They don't have a ounce of me in them.

Fucking…

stupid.

And… you know Roy.

I do.

And you still need to think about this?

I, uh--

Well, you… You better think quickly.

'Cause I don't have much time at all.

[sighs] I'm stressed.

This will make it better.

I'm tired of running

and being in debt, and you got me out.

I wanna be done with these people.

I know. I know, but you'd be leaving…

You'd be leaving a lot of money behind.

And they'd be after me and my sister every day of my life.

That is right.

They will try all that they can.

Including killing me and my sister.

No, no. They…

They won't come after you like that.

And why not?

It's in the will.

[Horace coughing]

[gasps]

If anyone dies under suspicious circumstances…

their shares will be forfeited.

And if anyone is convicted of a felony…

their shares will be forfeited.

I killed two people.

No one will ever know about it.

Jules knows.

[chuckles]

I got Jules by the balls.

How?

He's got a wife. He's got a house in the suburbs. He…

He's got a fine standing in the city.

He doesn't want anyone to know about his dirty deeds,

especially his wife.

Jules has a wife?

And a kid.

[exhales]

Yeah, man, I don't-- I don't know about this.

Kimmie.

Kimmie,

you are the one that I need to take over.

And all I gotta do is marry you?

And I will set you up with the only person I trust,

who will teach you

everything you need to know.

Just like that?

Just like that.

-I need to think about it. -Hurry.

I'm dying.

[breathes deeply]

I'mma check on my sister.

Okay.

[suspenseful music playing]

-[Kimmie] What's up? -Let's go.

-Damn, what? -Hey, just put this on.

-[Kimmie] Why? -Just do it.

I am tired of people telling me to put shit on.

-Remember the car you stole? -Yeah.

That woman's father-in-law was in the back seat.

Oh, that's who that was.

-Shit. -You saw him?

Yeah, when I parked.

Well-- Okay, where'd you park?

-In the parking lot. Gray area. -Okay, well, give me the keys.

-Give me the fucking keys. -I don't have keys.

-You don't have the keys? -They're in the car.

Okay, you don't understand. The--

The nigga that she's married to will make all this shit look like child's play.

-Okay. -Go lay low. Go in Sylvie's room.

[Angel clears throat]

How is she?

[door closes]

Our patient is resting.

But, unfortunately, all the paperwork you filled out, none of it is real.

Uh…

I'm-- I'm sorry, I-- I just…

I wanted her to be seen.

Well, I'm sorry too.

We're gonna have to transfer her to Port Range County.

No.

-Look-- -No, she can't go there.

They're very good.

No, they're not.

She needs to stay here.

I'm sorry, but you didn't tell the truth.

My last name is Bellarie.

Excuse me?

[suspenseful music playing]

Well, it will be.

My fiancé is Mr. Bellarie.

Horace Bellarie. He's-- He's in a room down the hall.

You can talk to him, and he'll get this all sorted.

Sure.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

You didn't tell me you were getting married.

[door closes]

Hey.

Hey.

How you feeling?

Um, I have a headache and my legs hurt.

-You're gonna feel better soon. -You're getting married?

No. [chuckles]

So you lied to her?

[tense music playing]

Don't worry about that, okay?

Don't do that.

-Do what? -You know you lied to me about everything.

They told me.

Body…

Delinda…

they told me.

I couldn't tell you, Sylvie.

-But I'm your sister. -I know. [breathing shakily]

I know.

[Kimmie inhales]

I was embarrassed.

You could have told me the truth, Kimmie.

You're not a nurse.

You're not doing good.

You-- You've been in jail, and you've been stripping.

Sylvie, you're so good.

You're so good.

All I can say is you may know…

[gentle music playing]

but you don't understand.

-Then make me understand, Kimmie. -I can't do that.

I'm sorry.

[sniffles] I wanted you to stay in school

and go to college.

And as your big sister,

I wanted you to be able to look up to me.

-And I could motivate you. -By lying?

[tense music playing]

I'm sorry.

And then you left me there.

Sylvie, I didn't have a choice.

He raped me

every day…

and you left me there.

I'm so, so sorry.

I-- I don't wanna talk to you.

Sylvie, don't shut me out.

No, I don't-- I just want you to leave me alone.

[sniffles] Well, I'm not leaving you alone.

But I can make you.

You could never.

You know what? I'm… I'm just gonna get out.

No, sit down. Sit down.

Stop.

Why? So I can just hear you lie to me over and over and over again?

[Kimmie sighs]

Listen…

I have a way to take care of you.

-By stripping? -No.

The man who saved you, he did ask me to marry him.

He's really rich.

I can marry him.

We'll live in a mansion…

and we'll be okay.

No, I don't believe you.

Yes.

It's true.

I promise you,

I will never lie to you again. Okay?

Please forgive me.

No.

No.

Sylvie.

Come on.

Come on. Just a second.

Let me show you something. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

-[Sylvie] Okay. -Yeah.

Yeah.

[suspenseful music playing]

And this is the private wing that me and my ex-husband donated.

-Isn't it beautiful? -[woman 1] Yes, it is.

You know, I just love that you all were able to come today

and see that we are committed to taking care of the neighborhood.

[woman 2] Do you have a cancer ward here?

Well, actually, this area is for cancer patients as well.

All right--

[woman 2] Have there been women admitted who've had issues with cancer?

Yes, I'm sure. Um--

[woman 2] Let's say from a perm from your family company?

[tense music playing]

Who said that?

[woman 2] Me.

Excuse me.

My name is Lena Norris Walton.

I'm heading up the class action suit against your family company.

Well, I'm divorced.

I am not a part of the family.

Well, you are a witness.

Excuse me?

And you've been served.

[chuckles] Do-- Do you think that this is appropriate?

Yes, I do.

Ladies, Sister Rosa will take you to the children's ward,

where we will be reading books to them.

And I just wanna say that I am so glad

that you could make it and join us, all right?

-[woman 3] Mm. -[woman 4] Mm.

-[Olivia] Thank you. -[woman 5] Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

-[women chattering indistinctly] -[Olivia] Thank you.

Yeah, thank-- Ooh, green.

It's a nice color on you.

[chuckles]

Look, I'm sorry to do this like this, but--

What the--

What the fuck?

[sinister music playing]

Did you see that? Did you see that?

[Olivia] Leave us.

I'm gonna sue you.

I-- I don't know who you think you are.

I don't know…

what you think you are.

But you must think that you are bulletproof.

I think you're threatening me.

You are in so much trouble.

Oh no.

You are, my friend.

You humiliated me in front of my church.

What makes you think you can do that?

Ten million.

That's how much I'm gonna sue you for.

Make it 20 million.

Don't do it again.

[sinister music continues]

I told you to stop it!

[Olivia laughing]

You just disqualified yourself, you dumb bitch.

[Lena scoffs]

Don't count on it.

You see those cameras?

Yeah, but did you see the name of the hospital

when you drove up to this motherfucker?

There are witnesses.

No, not a one.

And when I'm done with this video

with you hitting that old, helpless woman

who was here for treatment…

-[phone chimes] -…you are through.

You are through.

-Well, let's do it, then. -I already have.

What? N-- That's…

[clicks fingers]

See how quickly I got that done?

And all I gotta do is press send.

Now, you can go after the company,

or you can certainly go after my ex-husband,

but

if you come after me…

you will regret it.

Now, get the fuck out of here.

You young bitches don't know old-school games.

[siren wailing in the distance]

[Olivia] Oh, Peter.

[Peter] Mrs. Bellarie, hi. Uh…

-How's the tour going? -Ah, the tour's going great. Thank you.

Oh sure. Well, you're putting a lot of smiles on the patients' faces.

-Ah, that's great. -Let's talk about it in my office.

Well, you know, I did wanna ask you--

[Peter] M--

-What-- -Mrs.--

-Mrs. Bellarie. -What's this?

Mrs. Bellarie, please.

[tense music playing]

What-- What is he doing here?

I can't tell you that. You know that.

Peter.

-I'm sorry, Mrs. Bellarie. -All right, fine, I'll ask him.

Mrs. Bellarie, he doesn't wanna be disturbed.

Peter, move out of the way.

-Mrs. Bellarie, I'm sorry. -Get--

-You can't go in there. -What are you gonna do?

You gonna call security?

I don't wanna have to do that.

You know that.

[footsteps approaching]

[Horace] Kimmie.

Who are they?

[door closes]

Mrs. Bellarie, please, come with me.

-You know what? -Mrs. Bellarie--

If you put your hands on me again, you gonna need a doctor.

This is not easy for me. You know that.

Now, let's go back to the children's ward and continue the tour.

It's such a lovely day. Please.

Oh, shut up.

-[footsteps receding] -[Peter exhales]

Mrs. Bellarie.

Hi.

Hi.

Horace, you remember my sister.

I do.

Hi.

Hi.

[Kimmie] I was telling her that you're very rich,

and you want to marry me.

Yes.

That is right.

And that I said yes.

The nurse told me that you were my fiancée.

I am.

Okay. So?

I wanna do it.

[Horace] You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Hand me my phone, please.

Are you rich?

-[Kimmie] Sylvie. -[Horace chuckles]

Yes, I am, young lady.

-How long have you known Kimmie? -[Kimmie sighs]

[Horace typing]

Uh, long enough to know that…

[Horace breathes deeply]

…she's a good person.

-Well, did you know she's a liar? -[Horace stops typing]

What did she lie about?

She told me she was a nurse, and that she was doing well in life.

[resumes typing]

Once we're married,

she'll be doing better than any nurse.

And why should I believe you?

[chuckles]

You are her sister, aren't you?

You keep that doubt, young lady.

[inhales]

She's gonna need your help to run my company.

[Sylvie] What company?

It's called Beauty in Black.

-[send text tone] -The hair care company? [scoffs]

Yes.

-Yeah, I don't believe you. -Sylvie.

[Horace] No--

-[Kimmie] Sylvie. -It's okay, it's okay.

Look it up.

I don't have a phone.

Here, use mine.

-You don't have to do that. -No, it's okay.

Ple--

[Sylvie typing]

This is you.

I told you.

[Horace inhales]

Now give me my phone back, please.

No, I got a lot of questions.

Sylvie!

-He's sick. -I want to know.

It-- It-- It's-- It's all right.

[inhales] Go ahead, ask.

Anything you want.

[clock ticking]

I'm sure he'll be here any minute.

[door opens]

Dad, I brought you fresh lemons from the garden.

[Varney] He's not here.

-Hi. -[Varney] Hi.

Let me introduce you.

This is Gene Lowe, an associate, and Judge Wilkins.

Hello.

And what is this about?

None of us know.

[Mallory] Where's my father-in-law?

-He's not here. -[Mallory] Mm.

Varney, can I speak with you in the kitchen for a second?

Of course you can. Excuse me, everybody.

Excuse me.

I can carry that for you.

It's just a bowl of lemons. I got it.

-I'll take those from you, ma'am. -No, thank you, James, I got it.

-All right. May I get you anything? -Just some privacy, please.

Yes, ma'am.

-Um, James. -Yes?

-Where is Mr. Bellarie? -I'm not sure, ma'am.

-[Mallory] Have you checked his room? -Not as of yet.

Why don't you do that?

He doesn't like to be disturbed.

If he gets angry with you, tell him I insisted.

Ma'am?

Look, he's been under the weather a lot lately, coughing…

Just go check on him.

Yes, as you wish.

Thank you.

-You're worried about him? -Mm. This isn't like him.

I come by here every morning.

He's feeding those horses.

Well, maybe he slept in.

Oh, come on, Varney. He doesn't sleep in.

You're thinking of his sons.

Why would a 70-year-old man have all these lawyers and cameras here?

Uh, I don't know.

[suspenseful music playing]

You do know this is about his will.

He wants this on the record.

[phone ringing]

Ah, this is him.

Answer it.

Mr. Bellarie.

Change of plans.

I'll meet you all here at Stanley Heart Anderson.

Come now.

Yes, sir.

[breathes deeply]

[phone beeps]

What did he say?

-He wants us at the hospital. -What?

Varney, what the fuck is going on?

I don't know. I guess we'll find out.

Okay, look, um, I'mma go with you.

No, then he'll know I told you.

[Mallory exhales]

All right, then I'll meet you there.

Okay.

[door opens]

♪ This little light of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna let it shine ♪

♪ Oh, this little light of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna let it shine… ♪

[phone ringing]

-[phone clicks] -[Olivia on phone] Norman.

Is it my time to pay up?

-Not yet. -So, what's going on?

Why is your brother in the hospital?

♪ Let it shine, let it shine… ♪

-What? -Yes.

Is it bad?

[scoffs] I sure hope so.

With all the shit that that nigga's done, God is getting his ass.

Yeah, well, sometimes God takes too long.

What happened?

I don't know.

Peter won't tell me.

That little piece of shit.

Yeah, I know.

-Can you get in there? -No. No.

They've got him locked down.

Damn, that's bad.

How do you know?

-'Cause he's called the lawyer. -What?

How do-- How do you know?

I know the judge that he called.

Well, did he say what it was about?

Nah, he wouldn't tell me.

Well, then I think you better get down here to find out.

How am I gonna get in there if you can't?

You are a Bellarie.

Right, and you're a woman, remember?

Yeah, and for years I would have fucked my way to the answer.

Or?

Or fuck somebody up to get it.

[chuckles]

-You're getting soft, bitch. -Yeah, not a chance.

-Listen, I'm on my way. -All right, now.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

♪ Let it shine, let it shine ♪

Praise the Lord! Yes!

-Beautiful! Beautiful! -[all clapping]

I mean, what the fuck is this shit? I mean, what the fuck is this shit?

You don't like it?

Make it again.

-Now. Get this shit. -Okay. Yes, sir.

Damn.

This shit too.

Damn, Roy.

Damn.

Nigga, don't start.

Do not start today. I do not wanna hear your shit.

You know, you should never treat anyone like that.

Is you really telling me how to talk to people after how you do shit?

[Roy chuckles]

You got the nerve.

So who told your wife?

Fuck her. I wish she would do something. Mm-hm.

Roy, like living on the edge, huh?

-Have you met our parents? -Mm.

[Roy] Mm.

Speaking of, did you hear what Dad is doing?

[suspenseful music playing]

Yeah, I heard what he doing.

-So, what's that about? -Nigga, I don't know.

Are you not the least bit concerned?

[Roy] Huh.

You know that old man gonna do what he wanna do.

-What if he found a way to cut us out? -Can't do that.

How you know?

Because that buff-ass nigga that's fucking my wife, he told me.

-Varney's not fucking your wife. -Yes, he is.

Roy.

I saw them.

You saw them when?

In this house, nigga.

I saw them.

You lying.

I ain't lying. I told you, I seen them.

-Okay, so when was this? -Bro, is this The First 48? Hm?

You gonna keep asking me all these questions?

I told you I seen them at my house, bro. That's it.

[Charles] Mm-hm.

'Cause you know your ass is lying.

I ain't gotta prove shit to your ass.

Well, if you tell me how you know, I can help you get rid of him.

You and me both know Dad ain't gonna do that.

I know a few things Dad hates that'll help get rid of him.

And what's that?

-Hm? -Tell me how you know first.

Motherfucker, I done told you five times. I seen it with my own two eyes.

Them here, fucking.

Well, your eyes lie.

Ain't gotta prove nothing to you, like I said.

Where the fuck is my food at?

Hey, hey, hey.

She just left, okay? Relax.

Damn.

Roy, I think you need to go to rehab.

Look who's talking.

Look at you. You all jittery and irritable.

-[Roy] Mm. -How long has it been?

How long has it been for you?

Oh, I ain't done coke in a day.

No, no, no, I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about you sucking dick.

Oh, I'm gonna do that every day. [laughs]

You are a disgusting Negro, you know that?

So are you, my brother.

Are you done fucking with me?

[phone ringing]

Oh, shit, it's Mom.

Hey, do not tell her you are here. Do not tell her.

[phone beeps]

Hi, Mom.

[Olivia on phone] Charles, what is wrong with your father?

-[choir singing "Glory, Glory"] -W-- What are you talking about?

Nobody is telling me anything.

Telling you what?

Your father's in the hospital.

What? Why?

Well, that's what I'm trying to find out.

-Okay, I don't know, so… -[Olivia sighs]

And Norman said that the lawyers are coming here.

-What? -Yes.

I want you to go find your lazy-ass brother and get down here.

[Roy chuckles]

Okay, but you think it's that serious?

Well, why in the hell else would they be calling for lawyers?

-Now get your ass down here. -Okay.

-[phone beeps] -Did she just call me lazy?

-Come on, let's go. -Shit. I ain't going nowhere.

Get dressed. Come on, you're coming.

Okay.

[Roy exhales]

-Keep the food, you sorry ass. -[clattering]

[chef] Yes, sir.

[Roy] I don't know who hired this damn chef anyway.

[phone ringing]

-[Mallory sighs] -[phone beeps]

This is Mallory.

What is wrong with Horace?

What do you mean?

He's in the hospital.

Yeah, I know that.

Well, what's wrong with him?

He just wanted to meet the lawyers.

What the hell am I missing?

I don't know. Uh--

Does it have anything to do with that girl?

What girl?

I saw some girl walk into the room with him.

Wait, what does she look like?

I heard somebody call her Kimmie.

-Wait, what? -Yes.

She's there?

Yes.

-Oh, no, I'm on my way. -All right.

Uh, nobody is letting me in the room.

I'm gonna get in that room.

-I'm on my way. -All right, hurry up.

[dramatic music playing]

[line rings, clicks]

-[Jules on phone] Yo. -What the fuck is going on?

-What are you talking about? -Kimmie's at the hospital with Horace.

What? What are you taking about? Kimmie's where?

Jules-- Jules, if you're playing me, I'm gonna fucking kill you.

I'll meet you there.

So fucking…

Fuck.

Where are all these fucking lights? Hurry up.

[Rain] Girl.

What the hell? What's going on with you and this damn car?

I'll explain that later.

Did you know that he was gonna ask me to marry him?

Marry him?

Yes.

Shit. Why? I thought he was trying to fuck Angel.

This nigga said he hates his kids and he wants me to have all his money.

[Rain gasps]

-Girl, you think this is true? -I guess he really hates his kids.

Shit.

So, bitch, we finna do this, right?

We gonna get this money.

Yeah, I'mma do it, but--

-But what? Bitch, this money. -Rain, these niggas are crazy.

-[Rain sighs] -You think they after me now?

They gonna really be after me after this.

-You should be used to it. -I'm just…

-I'm tired. -[Rain sighs]

Get that money. We can get a jet and get the fuck away from these niggas.

[sighs] Well, he did say his will would protect me.

See? There you go.

-I have questions though. -[Rain sighs]

Only question you need to ask

is where the hell do I sign, and how much is in the bank?

You not thinking this all the way through.

Kimmie, how much is his net worth?

Give me my phone.

-Hurry up. -[Kimmie sighs]

Tripping. What's his name? Horace…

Horace Bellarie.

Bell… How you spell that? B…

-B-E-L-L-A-R-I-E. -Mm.

[exhales sharply] Bitch.

[Rain laughing]

[dramatic music playing]

[Rain squeals]

We can get the hell out of that club.

[Rain inhales, laughs]

We can take care of the girls.

-Get Jules' ass locked up. -What you even talking about now?

You don't see that shit?

His net worth is $376 m…

million dollars, bitch. [laughing]

[Rain squeals, exhales]

You gotta sign right now. When he trying to do it?

Now.

[exhales] Now?

Yeah, he got an attorney coming here and everything.

Kimmie! [breathes deeply]

-Bitch, I know you ain't scared. -I just-- It's a lot.

Okay! A lot of money!

We need that shit. I need to get my ass fixed.

As long as my sister is straight.

Where's she at?

Well, she talking to him right now. She had her own questions.

Well, shit, I got questions too, bitch.

Where the nurse at? Okay?

Give me a wheelchair or something. I gotta get the fuck out of here.

W-- Wait.

He trying to sign a prenup?

-No. -Bitch, let's go.

Before he change his mind. [laughing]

Hold on, bitch, wait. Help me.

Hi.

-[Olivia] He's up there. -Okay, well, let's go.

No, they're not letting anyone up.

-Let me try. -I'm telling you.

[Olivia] Argh!

Hi.

I'm here to see Mr. Bellarie.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but we've had to secure this wing.

But we built this wing.

Ma'am, this is Mr. Bellarie's orders.

Well, let me give him a call.

-Okay, you do that, ma'am. -[Mallory] Okay.

-I told you. -Yeah.

If I can't get up there, I know you can't.

Hey.

-Hey. What's going on? -We don't know.

Is he still up there with that girl?

What-- What the hell is he up to?

-He won't let you in? -[Olivia] No.

Jules, handle this, man. Take care of that guy.

They're not gonna let you up there either.

Uh, see, he's a rent-a-cop.

[Olivia] Finally.

-Why are we here? -Can you say hello first?

Hey, Mother.

[Olivia] That's better.

So… what are we doing here?

They say your father's in the room with a woman named Kimmie.

[dramatic sting]

Who the hell is Kimmie?

[tense music playing]

Jules?

Jules, you know who Kimmie is?

Will somebody tell me what the hell is going on?

Hey.

Hi.

You okay?

They all here?

Yeah.

[Horace] Good.

Let's set it up.

[dramatic music playing]

Yes, sir.

[Horace grunts]

[Varney] You know all the associates.

[Horace] I do.

Hi, ladies and gentlemen.

And Judge Wilkins.

And the, uh, notary?

The notary and the stenographer are here too.

Judge,

can you give me one of those cognitive tests?

He can. He can.

Good. Let's do it.

[dramatic music continues]

[door closes]

There she is.

Sylvie.

Rain.

She's gonna be our witness.

Hey.

And this is Kimmie.

Hi.

Hello.

She's my fiancée.

And she will be my wife.

[unsettling music playing]

[Varney] Uh…

[exhales]

Congratulations.

Thank you.

[Horace] Thank you.

Uh, you, uh…

You know you don't have a marriage license yet.

We have everything I need.

You know you don't have to do this, sir.

[Horace] Varney,

do what I'm telling you.

Yes, sir.

[grunts] Let's get to this cognitive test.

Wait. Uh…

I have a lot of questions.

[Horace] Varney,

take her outside

and answer any questions she may have.

Yes, sir.

Yeah. Hey.

We can talk this way.

Wait. We can talk right here.

-No, we can go out there-- -No, we can talk right here.

Look, is-- Is this legit?

Yeah, it is.

And he not asking for a prenup or nothing?

No.

But did he ask you for one?

No, he hasn't.

Congratulations.

-Listen, let's go this way and talk. -No.

We're good right here.

And thank you.

[tense music playing]

You're very fortunate.

How you figure that?

Well, he's a wealthy man.

He must love you a lot.

He's the fortunate one.

What you looking at?

Yeah.

Of course.

Well…

Let's go out to the lobby and talk.

Why you keep trying to get me to go out to the lobby?

You seem unsure.

And the lobby would make me more sure?

I'm good right here.

It's fine.

Hey, I just need to use the restroom. Will you wait for me?

Why do I need to wait for you to use the restroom?

The cognitive tests are pretty private.

Well, my sister and Rain are inside there.

They're not marrying him.

Legally, with you being out of the room,

that would be better.

Why?

They may think you're trying to give him some sort of signal or something.

All right, sure.

But I'll wait here for you.

Good.

If you gotta go, it's in the lobby.

[exhales]

He's getting married.

-[Olivia] What? -Yeah.

-To who? -I don't know. Some girl named Kimmie.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

No, I'm not.

Why?

-I don't know. -This can't happen.

I gotta get back in there.

-Shit. -What the hell?

That slick son of a bitch is trying to dilute our shares.

No fucking way.

He can't stop us all.

-Nobody's going upstairs! -[Jules] Move.

Hey! Nobody's going upstairs! Hey, you gotta stop!

-Hey! Hey, stop! -[Jules] Stay there.

[tense music playing]

Oh fuck.

Damn, Kimmie.

-[gun cocks] -[man] Don't move.

-Whoa, whoa. -I said don't move.

-This is my car. -Don't move.

-[Angel] Okay. -Hands behind your back.

-Wait-- -We found the car with a body in it.

-We were waiting for you. -No--

I didn't do anything!

Fuck.

[tense music playing]

[Mallory clears throat]

[Horace chuckling]

[Horace] They're all here.

See that one in the middle?

Don't let the dimples fool you.

Sons…

this is your new stepmother.

[tense music continues]

Oh yes.

And she's also your new boss.

["Lights Out" by Gizzle playing]

♪ I'mma get it, I'mma get it, yeah ♪

-♪ I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine I'mma get-- ♪

-♪ I'mma get mine, I'mma get mine I'mma-- Yee! ♪

♪ It's up with me, it's stuck with me You know what's up with me ♪

♪ Forgiveness is a luxury You can't outrun the heat ♪

♪ I gotta guard my energy I'm either wolf or sheep ♪

♪ A heckler in my centerpiece ♪

♪ I know that keep the peace ♪

♪ Lesson learned Try me, you will get burned ♪

♪ Time passed, thought I missed you Wait a minute, here's your turn ♪

♪ 'Cause power it is taken Respect it is earned ♪

♪ The bridge ain't my concern Burn, baby, burn ♪

-♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪ -♪ I put it out ♪

-♪ Don't make me turn your lights out ♪ -♪ Turn 'em out ♪

-♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪ -♪ Put it out ♪

-♪ Don't make me turn your lights out ♪ -♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪

♪ Don't make me turn your lights out ♪

♪ Look, it don't matter what you heard ♪

♪ It don't matter 'cause ♪

♪ I always get the last word ♪

♪ They should call me blank How I be blackin' out ♪

♪ Watch me bring the pain Until you tapping out ♪

♪ Bring that karma back around Bet you thought you safe and sound ♪

♪ Shh, better not make a sound ♪

♪ Hm, you know better now Nah, I can't settle down ♪

♪ Karma hit him quick Karma made him switch ♪

♪ Karma is a bitch, karma is a kick ♪

♪ Karma is a fist ♪

♪ Karma is a 2x4 to your ribs If you lucky ♪

♪ If you tell me what you want Then I might let you live, yeah ♪

♪ Ain't no comin' back No talkin' this or that ♪

♪ Ain't no comin' back You know that it's a wrap ♪

♪ Thought I'd cut some slack I had to pitch it black ♪

♪ 'Cause ain't no comin' back It ain't no comin' back ♪

-♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪ -♪ Uh-huh ♪

-♪ Don't make me turn your lights out ♪ -♪ Lights out ♪

-♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪ -♪ Put it out ♪

-♪ Don't make me turn your lights out ♪ -♪ Lights out ♪

-♪ You start a fire, I put it out ♪ -♪ I put it out ♪

-♪ Don't make me turn your lights out ♪ -♪ Turn 'em out ♪

♪ Look, it don't matter what you heard ♪

♪ It don't matter 'cause ♪

-♪ I always get the last word ♪ -♪ Yo ♪

♪ I always get the last word ♪

♪ I always, I always, I always ♪

♪ I always get the last word ♪

♪ I always get the last word ♪