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- Last time on "Jupiter Jones"...

- Wow.

So it was you.

Jupiter Jones.

- Look, I'm supposed to be America's princess.

I can't let this get out.

- I would never tolerate that kind of behavior

in my law firm.

- You have reached a whole new low.

- Jupiter, listen, we have 48 hours, that's it.

- Maybe you should have been afraid.

- Where are you exactly?

Text me the room number and do not move.

I'm on my way to you now.

Don't move!

- So he escaped during medical leave.

He could have masterminded this by himself.

- They killed a prison guard, and another one is in ICU.

This guy is out for blood.

He's gonna try to hunt you down, and I cannot allow that.

- Well, we can't hide.

We're gonna have to smoke him out.

Otherwise, we can't do our work.

And our clients?

We're not hiding like we're some cowards.

- You know I will follow you to the ends of the Earth.

I will.

But if he didn't plan this alone,

then we have other people to worry about in the darkness.

We cannot take that chance.

We need to get out of town for a minute.

- No!

Absolutely not.

And let our clients down?

We stay.

I'll be careful, but we stay.

- And we're gonna need extra manpower.

- Okay.

But nothing too crazy.

I don't wanna attract attention.

But I trust you.

- I will protect you, Jupiter.

- Will you now?

- ♪ I don't got it all planned out ♪

♪ But you know ♪

♪ I just watch it all pan out ♪

♪ 'Cause I know that you know, you know ♪

♪ Covered in this life until forever ♪

♪ I don't got it all planned out, but you know ♪

♪ I just want it all pan out ♪

♪ 'Cause I know, I know, she know, you know, you know ♪

♪ Covered in this life until forever ♪

♪ I know you know, you know, you know ♪

♪ Covered in this life until forever ♪

- How much we got?

How much we got?

- Will you please stop clocking my funds?

- Wait, it's ours. I was the one that...

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on.

Who put this whole thing together?

Me!

Thank you very much.

- Is this it?

- Sheila, this is like any business.

There are administrative costs, overhead.

I gave you the net profit, EBITDA.

- Net profits?

EBITDA?

Bitch, you try and play me...

- Don't ever put your finger in my face.

Now go on and get high.

Or play with yourself.

Whatever the fuck you need to do.

And by the way, you're gonna have to be

paying for half of this room.

It's coming out in your hand.

- I'm not doing this.

- Okay, fine with me.

But you know, I'll probably have to call the cops.

If I'm not mistaken, they'll probably take your

little white ass back to jail.

For what?

Prostitution.

Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Listen, Miss Thing, I'll be back in a couple of hours.

Oh, do me a little favor.

Can you go brush your teeth?

Hygiene is key.

- Okay.

- That's my girl.

- Leron, what are you doing here?

- Grandma, I told you I was gonna come back.

- It's been six months.

You know how it be out here.

I'm hustling, getting business.

- Just like your granddaddy.

Good for nothing but gab.

All that man had for me was a hard piece

of meat and a sad story.

Great lover, but a sorry man.

Just like you.

- Grandma, now go on ahead with all of that.

I'm a good man.

And I'm gonna prove it to you.

- How?

You haven't even finished paying the bills over here.

They say they're gonna put me out on the 30th.

You said it was covered.

- Do you know how little bit of an artist makes off streaming?

It's a joke.

I'm... I'm getting robbed out here every day!

Like I said, a sad story.

- Listen, just give me a little bit more time, all right?

A couple more days, I'm gonna get you

in a much, much better place. I promise.

- You were wrong.

And I'll believe it when I see it.

Now, if you will excuse me, we are about to start

the movie matinee.

And I think I might get a chance to see Denzel

get a whippin' in Glory.

Now, that's a real man.

- Is Jupiter Jones' law office still here?

- Sorry, sir.

That office moved some time ago.

It's no longer here.

- Just one call, and I'll fight for it all.

- Okay, boss.

So we have about 10 different law enforcement

agencies hunting for Brodie.

Apparently, he's already visited

about two of his old homies to talk about the old days.

Plus, the double homicide.

They're tracking him.

He used a stolen credit card to get Chipotle.

He is public enemy number one.

- Yes, those damn chicken burritos will make

you risk going back to prison.

Any alerts around the office?

- Nope.

Nothing yet.

Just a homeless fistfight in front of the office

over the last Newport.

But that's about all.

- Okay.

Well, Kellan has security beefed up.

And when I say beefed up, I mean it.

Keep me posted.

I have to make a stop.

- Okay, boss.

Stay cool.

- You are going in my bedroom.

Oh, you must be new.

I haven't seen you before.

A lot of chocolate.

Sweet chocolate.

- Ain't you fresh, Ms. Carmen?

- Look at you!

And you know my name.

Look at that.

- Back in my day, I would have given you a good workout.

I bet you would.

- Okay, well, thank you for taking care of us.

- Back in the day, were you the adventurous type?

- What do you think?

- Mm... I have no question in my mind.

- Oh, they had to make new rules

in the state of Mississippi because of the things me

and my crew got into.

Well, it's never too late.

- What are you talking about, my chocolate friend?

- How about we blow this joint and catch a matinee?

You get $3 off, and the ice cream cone is on me.

You sure know how to tempt a girl.

- Let's make them change the rules about this place

because of you, too.

No.

I think I should stay.

I'm already on thin ice as it is.

- Oh.

I'll let you drive.

- Okay!

You got yourself a deal, young man.

Let's blow this joint.

- So let me get this straight.

You guys are third cousins somehow,

and you've been working for him for about...

four years?

- Yeah.

His mom was married to my cousin for about a year.

I mean, my mom hates his mama, but, uh, we stay cool.

- Mm.

What a tangled web.

But, you know, blended families are the norm these days.

I mean, we're all jumbled up in love most of the time.

Most of the time.

- Mm.

So word around town is that you and he are no longer cool.

Not loving cuzzo as much anymore?

- Well, uh, there's only but so much

love you can have for someone you work for that's

a psychopathic narcissist.

And a violent one at that.

- Yes, I read your medical records.

Blunt trauma to the head?

Eeh!

Ouch.

What kind of love is that?

- Dude is crazy.

His music is going downhill.

His money is getting low.

I mean, I haven't been paid in months.

I mean, I got a baby on the way.

I mean, it's a lot going on. - Yeah.

Yeah. No, I know.

Well, you got two strippers pregnant, actually.

But little do you know that Tanya

Alisay Washington just had a procedure done three days ago.

So now you're just down to one.

- Oh, fuck.

- Cut the crap, JP.

You know you're happy about that.

But I'm here because I believe

that we can help each other.

Since you're about to be a daddy and all,

the days of you being broke and having your skull cracked

should probably be behind you, don't you think?

- Okay.

Okay.

I'm all ears.

- That's what I thought.

- Mm.

- Ooh, with cherries on top.

You're a good man, a sweet man.

- Now, we wouldn't wanna ruin that beautiful blouse now,

would we?

- I was known for my style back in the day.

Mm, I took a lot of fashion risks.

One time, I showed up at the Mississippi State Fair

in a turtleneck in the summer

and a mini skirt high as my navel.

Now, needless to say, Pastor Groman

wasn't too pleased about that, but he was looking.

And I had these stallion legs that

could kick a mule to sleep.

- I bet you did.

- Oh, I did.

- We gonna burn in hell for some of the things

we do at this office.

Almost got my money right.

- You're late.

I don't do late.

- Well, you're still here, bitch.

- Mm.

- I don't do late.

But more importantly, I don't do disrespect.

Now take it back.

Take it back! - Oh!

Okay, okay, okay.

I... I take it back.

I take it back.

- But now that we're done with those unpleasant formalities,

how about we get down to business?

- You snuck up on me with that one.

- Business.

- It's my number.

I ain't budging.

- That's a pity.

It's men like you that make it hard for women like me.

You took advantage of that young girl,

but you couldn't stop there.

No, you had to keep going.

- Look, she did what she did, all right?

She looked dead in the camera.

That's on her.

I ain't budging.

- Okay.

How about we give you a taste of your own medicine?

- Yeah.

What if we take advantage of someone

who has a little less information than what

the situation calls for?

That should be okay, right?

Is that okay?

- The fuck are you talking about?

- Oh.

Ah.

- This is fun, isn't it, Ms. Carmen?

- Yes.

Mm.

Mm!

- Ah-ah!

See now, we would be wrong, right?

She ain't in this.

She ain't got nothing to do with this.

I'll call the law on y'all.

Will you now?

Now we both know you won't do that.

Now, out of the kindness of my heart,

I'm going to make you an offer...

five million, today, in crypto.

- I gotta think about that.

- Oh, please.

I'm also gonna need my IT staff to just

scrape your cloud and all the other devices that you have.

And just in case you sent it to someone else,

we wanna make sure we wipe that clean, too.

Or...

- there's no deal. - No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I call y'all bluff.

You ain't gonna hurt her.

Y'all ain't built like that.

- Mm-hmm.

Ten.

10, that's my final offer.

Take it, you lowlife, degenerate, washed-up rapper.

Just peddling violence and criminality to our culture.

You have no value, so take the money like the filth

that you are.

Answer me, now!

- They made of steel.

You never gonna outsmart me.

- You are just the sweetest thing.

Hello, boss lady.

- Hey, Kellan?

We need to go to plan B.

- Say no more.

- This is Jupiter.

Leave a message at the beep, but I would recommend

sending an email or text.

Thank you.

And no confidential info on voicemail, email, or text.

Thanks again.

- Uh, can I help you?

- Ah.

Looky here.

- Uh, who are you, ma'am?

And how... how did you get back here?

- Well, I had to sweet talk that guard back there.

I showed him some baby pictures of Jupiter and I,

and I told him I was coming to surprise her.

Now, what guard you know is gonna turn down a mother?

- Oh, I, uh...

I thought you guys hadn't spoken for a while.

How did you get this address?

- I would say that I probably collected

them from all those rehab letters that she sent me.

You know, she took care of me financially in rehab.

But, uh, emotionally, whole nother story.

- Mm.

- Well, aren't you gonna invite me in?

I haven't heard anything about you,

so I would think that now would be an appropriate time

for us to get acquainted.

Do me one favor, though.

Can you go put on a shirt?

- I don't want to commit no crimes

and have my daughter mad at me.

- Come on.

- Thank you.

Mm-mm-mm.

Know why she keeping this.

Oh my god.

This girl was always so gaudy, just like

her mama who was "boughetto."

I took off the streets and gave her an opulent lifestyle,

and now, look at this.

- Yeah, bou... bou, what?

- You know, "boughetto."

A little bougie, a little ghetto, all at the same time.

Just not a good combination.

- Can... can I offer you something to drink?

I'm not sure how much longer, uh,

Jupiter will be before she gets back.

But, uh, you know, you're welcome to...

- Uh, who are you?

Stay-at-home dick?

Well, uh, I work at home.

Uh, Wall Street, HR-type stuff.

- Mm-hmm.

Stay-at-home dick.

Hah!

- You know, you used to be a lawyer too, right?

Until you got your license revoked.

Uh, what... drugs or tax evasion?

Or was it both?

I can't exactly remember what Jupiter told me.

- I took your woman into my home

when she was only eight years old.

I taught her everything that she knows about the street,

and then you put that with her business acumen,

for all intents and purposes.

And then I hit a little rough patch.

And I had to make some financial decisions

and it cost me everything.

I never did drugs.

I'm a God-fearing woman.

- Apologies.

Was there a reason why you came by?

- Do I need to have to have a reason

to come check on my daughter?

- Look, I don't mean to be in the middle

of what you guys got going on.

Uh, you know, she... she just rarely talks about you.

- You know what I think you should do?

I think that you should stay in your lane.

Better yet, stay in your appointed assignment... sir.

- Yes, ma'am.

My name is Sawyer.

- Oh, Sawyer.

Okay.

Well, you won't last long anyway.

They never do.

So I don't think I'll invest any of my energy into a ghost.

- Well, I will tell her you came by.

- Oh, wait.

Do me a favor.

Put my number in your phone.

And as soon as she walks in the door, tell her to call me.

You think you can do that?

- I think so.

- Ah.

This is just killing me right here.

This is so horrid.

Oops.

I'll show myself out.

- Mr. Foreman, do you have a verdict?

- Yes, Your Honor.

- What say you?

- On the charge of second-degree manslaughter,

the jury finds the defendant, Broderick McKee, guilty.

- What?

Yo, you bitch!

Yo, guilty?

- Order!

- Yo, I'll show you fucking guilty!

I'll cut all you bitches up in here.

I will!

- Order!

- You... I trusted you.

You said I was gonna be okay.

I trusted you.

You a dead bitch walking.

You a dead bitch walking!

Get... get...

- Get out of my court!

- The hell are you looking at?

Yeah!

Take me home.

- Yes, ma'am.

- You know what?

You said you were gonna take care of this, right?

Now this Baby Blaze fool is saying he declined the offer?

You said you was gonna take care of it.

Right?

- Look, why don't you get off my case?

I told you, she's the best.

It's getting handled.

Trust the process.

- Trust the process?

I don't trust nothing you say.

Anything that comes out of your mouth, I don't trust.

Just like... like this right here.

- What the hell is that?

- Yo, what the hell is that?

It was in your jeans, dumbass.

You... you know what?

You can at least have the decency

to clean up after yourself.

You always talk about you wanna have a baby

and... and have a family, but you

can't even control yourself.

You're pathetic.

- I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

- Yeah, I bet.

- And you didn't find that.

There you go, making up that dramatic shit again.

Talking about how you found it in my jeans.

You ain't did no damn laundry in years, girl.

What you talking about? - You know what?

I... I don't give a fuck.

I know where this is going.

Fuck you.

- Wait... what'd you say?

Where this is going?

Where this is going?

Yo, who the fuck you think you're talking to?

I'm the man that's over here standing beside your ass,

trying to cover up the fact that you've

been out there acting like a bust-down groupie getting

face-fucked by some gumbo-eating ass rappers

and some fucking drug dealers.

I'm trying to help you, and you going to turn on me?

- I made a fucking mistake, all right?

I was young!

But how dare you fucking slut-shame me.

Look at you.

You have no morals whatsoever.

Anything that walks past, you stick your little dick in it.

Oh, and, uh, some of those rappers and drug dealers?

They fucked me better than you ever could.

You might be fourth place at best.

- Fuck you, Harper.

I'm out.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Hold... hold on.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm going through a lot.

I'm stressed and... and I'm working on it, all right?

- Yeah.

Look... look, I'm out right now.

- ♪ I wonder who hurt you

♪ I wonder who made you so, so mad ♪

♪ Tell me, where did you learn to ♪

♪ You're such a drag - Hey, what it do?

- Look, let's just take the next offer.

Like I said, we can split it.

I'm just trying to be done with this crazy bitch, man.

For real.

- Hey, look here, gent.

It's way bigger than you know, bro.

Look, you were supposed to get her to pay it off, man.

What happened?

Now you got this... this lawyer all up in the middle and shit.

Boy, you crazy, man.

- Motherfucker, I had to make shit look official.

Plus, we agreed.

We agreed that we will settle after a little, just

a little tough talk.

You're taking this shit too far.

- Hey, they fucked with my family, bro.

Look, all bets is off now, all right?

You ain't getting shit, and I ain't motherfucking budging.

- Man, listen, man, I'm just trying to be done

with this shit, you hear me?

- Hey, fuck you, Afro turf boy!

Don't call my phone no more.

You gets nothing!

- I never thought she'd show up here.

Like, I told her to never come here again.

- Yeah, but she's your mother.

- She's not my mother.

That woman?

Hm-hm, hm.

She's not my mother.

- Okay, calm down.

She told me she raised you.

I know there were some difficulties.

- Difficulties.

Difficulties?

How is this for difficulties?

- What's that?

- A scar.

What kind of mother does that?

She was a foster mom.

She didn't love me.

All she cared about was her firm and her image.

She took her stress out on me.

And she lost it all because she didn't pay her damn taxes.

I thought she was a genius growing up.

How smart was that?

That woman had a dark side, and it petrified me.

- That's awful.

I gotta go.

I got clients.

I don't even know why I came here.

Jupiter.

Jupiter, we... we said we were gonna work on things.

I mean, come on.

Come on, it's like...

it's like it's a never-ending cycle

of disappointment with you.

- Well, what do you want from me?

What do you want from me, Sawyer?

- Jupiter, I... I want you.

I want you to be present.

Haven't we... we talked about building a future,

having a life together.

I just want you here with me, that's it.

- I don't have it.

I don't have it, Sawyer, you know?

You know that feeling you get as a young person

when you go on your first date?

Or the butterflies that rumble in the pit of your stomach

because you sat on the phone all night?

Or you're just going about your day,

and that person is top of mind, all the time.

And you close your eyes and you...

you can, like, feel the touch.

I don't feel it.

It's gone.

I don't feel anything.

I'm trying.

And I wanna believe you.

I do.

But I don't have it.

- I'll wait for you.

- It'll come.

You're worth that to me.

- She burned me on the stove, among all kinds of things.

She didn't think so.

I think so.

Matter of fact, I know so.

- I gotta go.

I... I gotta go.

- Right.

Jupiter... I just hope you know I love you.

- From the last show.

It's the back end.

I fuck with you, bro.

Hey, man, I know I've been hard on you lately

and all, but, you know, we blood.

I just want you to be more of a thoroughbred, that's all.

Shit. - Naw, man.

It's all good.

We family, right?

Yeah.

Hey, look, we about to have a big ass payday.

Everything going to be good, man.

We about to be back on, little bro!

- I know you got us covered.

You always do.

- You know that's right.

- Hey, check this out.

You know, I got an ounce of that crazy shit

that we smoked back in Brazil.

- What?

How did you get that?

- Ha ha.

You know I got my ways, man.

It came in on a PJ this morning.

I mean, it was between somebody's nuts,

but, uh, you cool with that, right?

- It's that gas, boy.

I don't care if it's been in somebody's ass, boy.

I'm about to go...

I'm about to go down right now, you feel me?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, pull that.

Yeah.

- Ooh!

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

- Heh heh heh.

There's that shit.

- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down, cuz.

Hey, take your time, man.

- Look, we ain't got no time to be patient, boy.

We're about to be loaded.

I'm talking some Hefner shit.

You feel me? - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.

Ha ha.

Mm.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, that's that shit right there.

- Aha.

Oh, no, you got this.

You got this.

Yeah, that's that good shit, huh?

- You good, cuz?

You see, you got it all wrong.

Everything's about to change for me.

I'm not your punk ass.

Fuck out of here.

It's done.

Yo, I ain't never did this before, man, so what's next?

- We have to move quick.

Check everything, and wipe every computer,

cloud... everything.

- So when am I supposed to be getting this $3 million?

- The crypto is transferring as we speak.

Out.

- I just hope you know I love you.

- Next time on Jupiter Jones.

- Is she dead?

- I don't work like this.

- Of course we don't.

- Were you in a relationship with him?

- You got one chance to dance.

Don't mess this up.

- Hm? Did you fuck him?

Come on, now.

You know my pull-out game is weak.

- I have a new tat on my back.

- Yeah, I can see it from here.

- What? What? - Not right now. Come on.

- Come on... what?

I still think that you have that man in you.

I'm gonna have to spin the block.

- ♪ Whoa, write my eulogy now, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Couple late nights, settle down, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I wonder what they're gonna read ♪

♪ I wonder what they're gonna see, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Trading my pain for a crown yeah, yeah ♪

♪ In the presence of a king bow down yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I wonder what they're gonna read ♪

♪ Low highs, low me, yeah ♪

♪ But she wrote, 200 on a freeway ♪

♪ But she wrote, I see the devil of my dismay ♪

♪ She wrote, still praying for my highs and lows ♪

♪ She wrote, saw you called but I should go ♪

♪ But she wrote, 200 on a freeway ♪

♪ But she wrote, see the devil of my dismay ♪

♪ She wrote, now I ain't got time to blow ♪

♪ But she wrote, low highs, low lows ♪

♪ Who love me, how should I know ♪

♪ They keep that low key, that's a low low ♪

♪ And then I got rejected, that's a low blow ♪

♪ I never been accepted, love is so cold ♪

♪ But maybe that's my self-esteem I hate most ♪

♪ Maybe it's the best of me they came for ♪

♪ I'm just trying to turn the other cheek ♪

♪ Especially cause talk is cheap ♪

♪ I hear them whisper, man, you weak, yeah ♪

♪ If you agree with that ♪

♪ I'm in a world where they hate being good or Black ♪

♪ I might die from NyQuil or OD on crack ♪

♪ The rich getting welfare in the form of tax ♪

♪ I said sin before my eyes ♪

♪ Sin before my eyes ♪

♪ I'm like Jesus walk on that Kanye vibe ♪

♪ And if my love ever lie, I'm gone Kanye cry ♪

♪ Keep the devil out my life when on that Kanye bye ♪

♪ Whoa, write my eulogy now, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Couple late nights, settle down yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I wonder what they're gonna read ♪

♪ I wonder what they're gonna see, yeah ♪

♪ Trading my pain for a crown yeah, yeah ♪

♪ In the presence of a king, bow down, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I wonder what they're gonna read ♪

♪ Low highs, low me ♪

♪ But she wrote, 200 on a freeway ♪

♪ But she wrote, I see the devil of my dismay ♪

♪ She wrote, still praying for my highs and lows ♪

♪ She wrote, saw you called but I should go ♪

♪ But she wrote, 200 on a freeway ♪

♪ But she wrote, see the devil of my dismay ♪

♪ She wrote, now I ain't got time to blow ♪

♪ She wrote, low highs ♪