All language subtitles for Ambitions s01e16_English

- [gunshot]

- TITUS:
Previously, on "Ambitions"--

- There's blood on your hands.

- ALL: [gasp]

- I'm done talking to you
about this.

I demand to speak
directly to Valentina.

- My team discovered
she has dementia.

- I know it was you.

- What if I give you
another option.

- I'll give you everyone,
including Greg Peters

and Mayor Lancaster.

- Well, I was hoping
that you would make the charges

all just go away.

- I want him released.

- Do not make the mistake
of thinking you can take on

Natasha Petrovic.

- I'm not the one
whose safety

you need to be worried about.

- ♪

- STEPHEN: Good job on this
rebranding strategy

for Greg Peters Construction.

Even Novak was impressed.

- While you were chatting
with Novak Petrovic,

did you discuss
his murderous niece?

- Didn't even come up.
Why?

- You promised you'd
take care of this.

Natasha has to pay
for killing Senior.

- Not to worry, baby girl.

Your father-in-law's killer
is about to go down.

I made sure of it.

- ♪

- How long is it gonna take
to challenge Daddy's will?

- My attorneys
are working on it.

- Well,
they need to work faster.

Darcia is running off
all my customers.

- The lawyers are prepared
to file a caveat

on behalf of the probate court.

- Boy, speak English.

- [sighs] There are a few
different avenues

we can explore in contesting
Pop's will.

We can allege undue influence,
fraud, forgery,

or we can claim he made
changes to the will

with a diminished
mental capacity.

- Daddy was having
those mini strokes,

what if it messed up
his thinking?

- Not sure that's the right
path, Rondell.

- We need to do whatever
it takes to stop Darcia

and save Thelma's Place.
- [knocking on door]

- Chief Hobson for you,
Mayor Lancaster.

- Thank you, Chloe.

- Good morning,
Mayor Lancaster.

- Chief.

- It's good to see you
again, Ms. Lancaster.

- Oh.
- Your father's funeral

was a beautiful tribute.

- Oh, I appreciate that,
thank you,

and I'm sure you two have

important cops and robbers
business to attend to,

so I'll just get out
of y'all's way.

- Actually, I'm glad both
of you are here,

I wanted to personally tell you
that we've made an arrest

in the murder of your father.

- ♪

♪

♪♪

- A career criminal named
Cairo Winston

confessed to
your father's murder.

- RONDELL: Wait, I know him.

This is Calpurnia's son,
they just live a few blocks

away from the restaurant.

- He looked vaguely familiar.

Wore a starter jacket
all the time back in the day?

- I just can't believe
somebody from the neighborhood

killed Daddy, I just--
I was certain it was Peters.

- No, I'm still certain, but he
has to be connected to him.

- Not in any way we've been
able to prove.

In addition to confessing,
Cairo had Senior's wallet

on his person.

- What about
the engagement ring?

- That too.

As far as Atlanta PD
is concerned,

we have everything we need
to close this case.

- This case is not closed
until I say so.

I wanna talk to Cairo.

- I doubt the DA would approve.

- If this punk killed my father,
it was on Peters' order.

You can't see past protocol
to get me a face-to-face

with Cairo,
I'm sure there's a deputy chief

hungry to move up
the ranks who can.

- I'll get right to it,
Mayor Lancaster.

- [sighs] It's gonna be alright.

It's gonna be alright.

- AMARA: Careful,
honey, it's hot.

- TITUS: Mm.
- There you go,

breakfast of champions.

- Mm, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Gonna need sustenance today.

First stop,
board of directors meeting.

- Ugh. I imagine no one
with stake in Purifoy

is happy about
that leaked email.

- Yeah, and Hunter's
not gonna be happy

to have to answer for it.

The guy thinks he can say
or write

whatever pops into his mind.
- AMARA: Hmm.

- Anyway, what's on your
agenda?

- Actually, I need to tell you
something.

I took an off-duty FBI agentto see Damian in his hotel room.

- [sighs]

And what possessed you
to do that?

- I wanted him to admit
that he's been working

with Stephanie to destroy
our marriage.

- Amara, the guy's
a lying sack of shit.

I can't believe you put
yourself within 50 feet

of that psychopath,
even with backup.

- I needed answers, Titus.

I mean, Stephanie went
to great lengths to wreck us.

Now, I knew it was a long shot,
but I just had to see

if Damian would come clean.

- Sweetheart, for the last time,let the FBI handle that nutcase.

As for Stephanie,
I have a feeling

when you bring down
her crooked-ass husband,

she'll fall right behind him.

- You're right.

Based on recent events,
I'm beginning to believe

she's...as corrupt
as Evan is, maybe more.

And once Daphne goes on record
with everything she knows...

I could end up sending both
Lancasters to prison.

- That'd be nice.
- [smooch]

- Hey, girl.
I brought breakfast.

Real sweet bread,
iced coffees, ugh.

There's this really cute place,
oh, my God, over on--

What's wrong with you?

- Why did you tell Evan
about me and Ignacio?

- It just slipped out.
What's the big deal?

- The big deal is you blabbing
my personal business to my ex.

You know how complicated
our relationship is.

We were just starting
to be civil with each other

for Joaquin's sake.

Now that's over, thanks to you
and your big mouth.

- I thought Evan should know
you have options,

and you weren't just
sitting around pining for him.

I was trying to help you out.

- First, you said it just
slipped out,

now you're saying you told him
for my benefit.

Which one is it, hmm?

Look, I appreciate youmoving in to help me and Joaquin

adjust after the kidnapping,

but it's time to go back
to your own place.

- But Bella, I--
- BELLA: You know what?

I have some errands to run.

I want you gone by the time
I get back.

- [scoffs]

- [door closes]

- I just spoke with Evan.
It isn't gonna work, Daddy.

- What are you yammering
about now?

- Cairo Winston.

- Excuse us.
- Mm-hmm.

- STEPHEN: [sighs]
- You got some hoodlum

from the Banks to confess
to Senior's murder?!

- I told you I would handle it,
and I did.

- It solves nothing!
- Au contraire.

This solves a lot of problems
for Cairo.

The man has stage four cancer,
he's not long for this world.

So all I had to do was offer
to financially support

his various baby mamas
and their children--

courtesy of Novak--
and Cairo was more than happy

to take the fall.

- There's no way that Evan's
gonna buy this.

- I don't give a damn
what Evan believes.

Cairo confessing means
that Greg is in the clear.

Take a lesson, daughter.

This is how a Carlisle
takes care of business.

- While Natasha Petrovic
gets away

with slaughtering
my father-in-law?

It looks like I'm gonna have
to get justice on my own.

- Stephanie.
- What?!

- [chuckles]

You see, this is the very
reason that I did not want you

anyway near Greg or his family.

You're much too emotional
to deal with people like this.

You come marching in here
telling me that you want

a lethal assassin handled

as if you're asking me
for a birthday pony.

As if neutralizing Natasha
will somehow assuage your guilt

over the role you played
in that man's death.

- My guilt?! I did
everything in my power

to protect Senior and Rondell.

- And Evan's father still
ended up dead in an alley

behind that restaurant
they refuse to part with.

I know this is not the way
you wanted this to go.

But no one ever climbed
to the top

without getting
a little blood on their hands.

- And no one ever stayed
on top

by letting her enemies
go unpunished.

- [laughs]

Titus, my man.
How's it hanging?

My brother.

- It's...hanging just fine,
Hunter. Thanks.

- [laughs]

- What did you need
to discuss?

- Can you believe these
candy asses

wanna tuck their tails
between their legs and settle?

[laughs]

It's a good thing you and I
are on the same page.

- It's complicated, Hunter.

We need to weigh both sides
of this

so an informed decision
can be reached.

- So weigh 'em, just make sure
the scale tips in our favor.

Purifoy isn't breaking the bank
for those call-out vultures.

Never again.
You hear me?

- [indistinct chatter]
- Thank you.

- And so it begins. Hey.

- WOMAN: Good morning.
- HUNTER: Good morning, ma'am.

Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

- Nice to see you.
- Good morning.

- See you got data back.
Impressive stuff, isn't it?

And don't forget,I brought you into Team Purifoy,

and I can just as easily
take you out.

- We appreciate you meeting us
here today, Titus.

- Of course,
anything I can do to help.

- The board is concerned
by the leak of Hunter's...

troubling email.

It's not only jeopardized
our chances in this lawsuit,

but opened up our business
practices to ridicule

and intense scrutiny--

- Look, we have them
in hotter water than this.

I mean, this is all gonna
blow over--

- That type of thinking
is negatively affecting

our bottom line.

We need to hear from
our general counsel.

Now, keep in mind,

the future solvency of this
company could very well

lie in the answer
you give us today.

So...what do you say, Titus?

- ♪

♪

- I have to agree with Hunter.

- ♪

- This whole thing will
eventually blow over.

However, by then,

Purifoy Pharmaceuticals'
reputation

as a viable drug manufacturer
would be irreparably damaged.

Therefore, it is in my opinion
as your general counsel

that we settle the class-action
lawsuit immediately.

- ♪

- [indistinct chatter]

- We are all in agreement.

- Of all the disloyal,
traitorous, backstabbing...

bullshit!
- What the hell, Hunter?

The board asked my opinion.

- I gave you an order!
- Sounded more like a threat.

- Need I remind you
just who you work for?

- Settling now allows
your company the chance

to survive
and fight another day.

- And lets the world know
we're vulnerable.

Just how many more frivolous
lawsuits are gonna come out

of the woodwork now? Hmm?

If it was up to me,
I'd fire your ass on the spot.

You're lucky you have
the board's support,

but once we're through
this crisis,

you're done here.

- I don't have time for this.

I need to schedule the meeting
with Carlisle Perkins

so that we can get
this settlement resolved,

as the board instructed.

- As if I'd trust a turncoat
like you with my checkbook.

I'm going with you.

Tell Stephen Carlisle
to reserve an extra seat.

We're gonna have ourselves
a...little reunion.

- ♪

- [door closes]

- Well, you look nice.

Aren't you gonna
invite me in?

- I'm late for
a networking mixer.

- Alright, I'll make it quick.

So look, I've had time
to think about this whole...

airport concession proposal.

- And?
- And I'm ready to consider

a more thorough pitch.

How soon can you have
one ready?

- You are so full of shit.

- Excuse me?
- I know, Ignacio...

everything.

About your mother
having dementia,

about your brother Martin
being in control of Corazon.

You've been lying to me
since day one.

- Yes.

When Mother took ill,

the board voted Martin in
as interim chairman and CEO

because...he's the oldest
DeSantos offspring.

- That can't be the only reason.

- Might also have something
to do with him being a liar,

a cheat, power-hungry schemer,
master manipulator.

- From where I'm standing,
that describes you.

- Look, my brother and I
have always talked about

taking Corazon to even
greater heights

once we inherited
control of the business.

- I'll bite. What changed?

- Martin did.

Look, once Mother began
to fade,

he went behind my back
to the company directors

and rendered me powerless.

He wanted everything
for himself.

- What does any of this have
to do with me and my company?

- Everything!

Look, Martin is like my mother
from a creative standpoint.

But Mother always had
my head in the books,

so since grad school,
I pretty much worked my way up

the logistics and distribution
side of the business, but...

look...

you were supposed to be
my secret weapon.

A bold, energetic young designerwho could supply

Corazon Textiles
with in-house designs.

Bella, you could be the future
of Corazon.

- [scoffs]

Martin agrees.

- You spoke to my brother?
- At length.

He fully supports me
pursuing the airport concession

and growing my inventory.

In fact, Martin
is very excited about

the Bella Tru-Corazon Textiles
partnership.

- You're making a mistake.- Yeah, well, it's mine to make.

It's time for you to go.

- No, look, hey, Bella.
Believe me.

You cannot trust my brother.

- If only someone had given
me that warning about you.

Goodbye, Ignacio.

- ♪

- [door opens]

[door closes]

- [knocking on door]
- CHLOE: Uh, Mayor Lancaster,

your father-in-law--
- Excuse me.

Mr. Mayor.

[sighs]

You know, I heard that
they found the animal

that murdered your father.

I know nothing can make up
for your loss, Evan,

but the apprehension
of this culprit

must bring you some small
degree of satisfaction.

- It would if I believed
Cairo Winston actually

killed my father.

- Didn't he confess?
- EVAN: He did.

Said he saw my father
walking out of Thelma's Place,

thought he had some
money on him.

They exchanged words,
and then Cairo gunned him down

and took whatever
Pops had on him.

It all ties up rather neatly.
Doesn't it?

- Well, sometimes these things
are cut and dry.

I'm just glad the case
has been solved.

- Are you?
- STEPHEN: Of course I am.

I mean, I didn't know
Senior very well,

but your father was very
important to Stephanie,

and Irene and I shared
grandchildren with the man,

he was family.
- Save it.

Stephen, we both know
the only reason Cairo confessed

is 'cause you put him
up to it.

- You know, you have thrown
your fair share

of ludicrous accusations my way,but this...is beyond the pail.

- What's ludicrous is how far
the Carlisles will go

to protect Greg Peters.

- Need I remind you
that you were the one

who wanted to
"make Atlanta great again"?

And Greg Peters Construction

helped you to realize
that vision.

- I don't deny doing business
with Peters

was once mutually advantageous,
but the second he zeroed in

on the Banks and my family's
restaurant, I was done.

I won't stand idly by
and watch you help

the man who killed my father
go free.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Cairo Winston
killed your father.

As for Greg Peters,

you need to stop letting grief
cloud your good judgment.

It's in all of our best
interests that you make sure

that that man gets that
damn airport concession.

Then perhaps life around here

can go back to some semblance
of normalcy.

Come on, Evan.

Be smart about this.

- Gentlemen, please show
my father-in-law out.

- You're gonna regret this, son.

- I'm not your son.
I had a father.

You'll never be half the man
he was.

- Don't touch me.

- ♪

♪

- [sighs]

- [opera music playing]

♪

♪

- [sighs]

- [opera music stops]

- Do you have to play
that shit so damn loud?

- I'm surprised at you, Gregor.

Don't you recognize
Dmitri Hvorostovsky's rendition

of "Per me giunto"?

It's from Verdi's "Don Carlos."

Remember?

Uncle Novak took us to see it
at the national theater

in Belgrade when we were
just teens.

Oh, but you were much too busy

trying to stick your hands
up my skirt

to acquire any real culture.

Gregor--
- You can't just turn my place

into some European brothel,
Nat.

- Join us.
- GREG: He's not my type.

Time for you to return
to Serbia.

- Why?
I'm starting to like it here.

- Because you killed
the wrong family's patriarch.

- Who said I killed anyone?

Is your whore still crying
over her slain svekar?

Maybe I should pay her
a condolence call. Ah?

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Your father put me in charge
of this territory,

the sooner you make peace
with his decision,

the better it'll be
for all of us.

Oh. [chuckles]
And for your information,

someone has already confessedto murdering the mayor's father.

- What? Why wasn't I
informed of this?

- Oh, Gregor,
are you feeling left out?

I promise, when I kill
your precious Stephanie,

you'll be the first to know.

- [phone rings]

- NATASHA: Mmm.
[moans]

- [knocking on door]

- No.

- What the hell are you doing?
Let me in.

- Not a good time, Steph.

- I couldn't care less

which one of your whores
you're entertaining.

I need answers.

Did you know that my father
was setting up the wrong person

to take the fall
for Senior's murder?

- Could've had this
conversation on the phone.

- Natasha's here--
- You need to leave.

- She doesn't scare me.
- That kind of talking

is gonna get you killed.
- I know it was her.

So either you deal with her
or I will.

The clock's ticking, Greg.
I'm serious.

- I don't know which one
of you is crazier.

- [recorder beeps]
- AMARA: Begin.

- I instructed the builders
of Park Davis Apartments

and Arkadie Construction Group
to make checks payable

to various charity
and church accounts.

Mayor Lancaster ordered me
to set them up.

- Like the one Herschel used
to launder his money.

- Correct.
Chattahoochee River Charities.

- What was
Mayor Lancaster's role?

- He'd explained how to
set up a dummy charity corp

so Herschel Cooper
could be rewarded

for approving the Mayor's
pet projects.

- So he was directly involved?

- He's too smart for that.

I delivered the checks
to the charities.

That money would then be used
by the charity

to pay for overhead
and operational costs.

- But really the money was
going into Herschel's pocket,

like these checks that we
recovered?

- Exactly.

- [sighs]

I need a direct tie
to Lancaster.

- I'll say whatever you
need me to say.

- Where does Greg Peters
fit in?

- He doesn't.

- [recorder beeps]

- You informed me
that you could prove

that these checks
to Herschel Cooper

came directly from
Greg Peters Construction.

- I don't ever recall
saying that,

I never knew who the checks
came from.

- Peters got to you, didn't he?

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

You said you wanna take down
Mayor Lancaster,

and I swore to testify
to help you do that.

I even told you about
the sexual relationship

I had with him.

- AMARA: Didn't you see
what happened to Herschel?

Do you wanna end up
the same way?

I thought you wanted protection
from Natasha Petrovic.

- I've answered
all of your questions.

Told you everything I know.

I never said anything
about Peters.

- Federal protection
is off the table.

Seems like you don't need it

now that Greg Peters
is looking out for you.

I'm gonna give you a little bit
more time as a free woman

to think about who you really
wanna trust.

Don't leave Atlanta.

- [door opens]

[door closes]

- [sighs]

- ♪

♪

- [sighs]

- [phone rings]

- Did you do as I instructed?
- I implicated the Mayor

and left you and your company
out of it.

Evan is the only one
in real trouble.

- Good girl.

- Now,
will you call off your cousin?

- Thanks for the update, Daphne.

- [shaky breathing]

- Hey, babe.
- Hey, baby.

- Hmm.

Damn glad this day is over.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

Sounds like we had
the same kind of day.

- AMARA: I was sure Daphnewas gonna sing like Anita Baker.

[sighs]

- She didn't?
- More like Anita Faker.

- [chuckles]
- She implicated Evan,

but not a word about
Greg Peters.

- That's still good, right?
I thought Evan was your target.

- He is. But if Peters
got to Daphne,

then her testimony is tainted,

and Evan's defense
may be able to prove that.

Plus, Greg Peters
is dangerous, Titus,

I don't like leaving him
on the street.

- You'll get him.
- Yeah, not fast enough.

Karen's scheduled a pressconference first thing tomorrow.

We are formally announcing
the bribery probe

against the Mayor.

- But if you don't have
enough to indict--

- Yeah, it'll blow up
in our faces.

- Ah.
- As much as I want Evan...

something seems off.

- Baby, you'll figure it out.
You always do.

- Thank you.

What the hell is this?
Turn it up.

- I've been informed
that a member of my cabinet

is under the investigation
of the US Attorney's Office

for allegedly accepting
bribes from local developers

and contractors.

I am personally sickened
by these allegations,

and have authorized a full-scaleinternal investigation.

Also, effective immediately,
Daphne Manning,

the city of Atlanta's
procurement officer,

has been relieved of all
duties and responsibilities

until the DOJ inquiry
is concluded.

Impropriety of any kind

will not be tolerated
on my watch.

I ask that you continueto trust me to do what is right.

God bless you.

And God bless
the city of Atlanta.

- I gotta call Karen.
[exhales]

- [loud hip hop music playing]

♪

- What the?

- ♪

- [hums] Mm-mm.

- MAN: Just come here
for a second.

- Get off of me,
I already told you.

- Baby, come on--
- I don't wanna go in there.

- ♪

♪

♪

- WOMAN: I got it, girl!

- ♪

- ♪

- Heffer.

You better tell me
what's going on,

and I mean right damn now.

- Welcome
to Thelma's After Dark.

Where we can eat, drink,
and smoke,

and make a couple of dollars
if you're lucky.

Of course, we gotta give
a little bit to the house.

- ♪

- [indistinct chatter]

- [gun cocks]
- Party's over!

Move, now!

Now!

- [indistinct yelling]

- I mean now, move!

You too, DJ.

- [indistinct complaining]

- This is why I'm a betterbusinesswoman than you, Rondell.

You don't know how to give
the people what they need.

Greens and cornbread ain't gon'
bring no real money up in here.

- Why you doing this,
Darcia?

Are you really so angry
with Evan for not helping you

after Uncle Jay passed that you
would turn my mama's restaurant

into some damn drug joint?!

- Your sell-out brother
wasn't there for me

in my time of need.

You ain't lift a finger neither.

Now it's my turn to win.

- Evan offered you a payout,

why don't you just
take the money

and go on back to Chicago?
- It ain't enough.

- $500,000 wasn't enough?!

- I need at least a mill.

- You're bugging, Darcia.

- I bet Greg Peters
will up his offer

to two mill if you ask.

And since I can't sell
the whole restaurant

to the white boy without
y'all's dumbasses in agreement,

a mill is what my bus ride
back to Chicago's gonna cost.

Otherwise, I'm sticking
around Thelma's Place

to run it as I see fit.

- ♪

- [bell dings]

- [knocking]
- You ready?

- I came out of the womb ready.

- How long have they had
to cool their heels?

- Team Purifoy has had
about 20 minutes

to imagine how I'm going
to decimate them.

- I will do the negotiating.

We're not settling
for anything less

than 1.5 billion, understood?

- Completely.
- Good. Shall we?

- Gentlemen.

- [door closes]

- Hope we haven't
kept you waiting.

- Let's get on with this.
- Yes, let's.

What's your offer?

- You'll be happy to hear
that Purifoy has amended

its settlement amount upwards
to 950 million.

- Wow. [laughs]

We will not accept not one
penny less than--

- Five billion dollars.

[laughs]

- Five...billion dollars

would bankrupt Purifoy
Pharmaceuticals.

- You know, after what
Gavin Purifoy did to me,

that would suit me just fine.

- Maybe we should--- That's what this is all about.

It always has been.
The countless lawsuits.

Slandering of my family's name
in the media.

It's got nothing to do with
the products we manufacture.

No, no, the only reason
we are here

is because Stephen Carlisle
is still butt-hurt over being

canned as Purifoy's first
general counsel!

- Hunter.
- Your daddy damn near

ruined my life...

and almost had me sent
to prison.

- Maybe if you hadn't
been an inside trader,

none of that would have
transpired!

- You dare to stand here
in my firm and accuse me

of something you damn well know
I didn't do?!

The both of you set me up
to take the fall

for your daddy's crimes!

- Gentlemen.
- I lost everything...

courtesy of you
and Gavin Purifoy--

my reputation,
my license to practice.

But I got it all back.

Even though I had to start
from scratch

as a lowly associate
at the Samuel Perkins firm.

I worked my ass off.

Just to get in a position
to come for you Purifoys.

- When does it all end,
Carlisle?!

- When you have nothing left!
- That's enough!

- Titus is right.
That's enough.

- There is no way I am settling
shit with this scum.

I'll fight to my death
if I have to.

We are out of here, Titus.

- ♪

- Titus.
- Hunter, we need to resolve

this today.

Your company can't afford
to wait.

It's okay, I've got this.
Go cool off.

- [door opens]

- You know--
- [door closes]

- --if you were smart,
you'd quit working

for that pompous bigot.

- Daddy, why don't you leave
this...to me?

- Maybe you're right, baby girl.I got what I came for.

- [door opens]

[door closes]

- There's a counter-offer
on the table.

Five...billion dollars.

- I've been authorized
by the Purifoy board

to make one offer--
our final offer.

- [laughs]
$950 million?

Your racist boss
is national news.

Good luck finding
an unbiased jury.

- ♪

- I will see you in court.

- Two billion.
- Three.

- $2.5 billion.
It's truly our ceiling.

- [laughs] Nice doing
business with you.

Aw. So much for sportsmanship.

I will take your offer
to my clients,

which I am sure they will be
happy to accept.

- [horn honking]

- ♪

- [indistinct chatter]

- Chief Hobson.

Can I get you
something to drink? Coffee?

- I'm good, Ms. Lancaster.

- I hope you're here
to tell me you've arrested

my father's real murderer.

- I'm sorry, but there's not
a shred of evidence

indicating anyone other
than Cairo Winston

was involved
in your father's death.

I wanted to deliver

Mr. Lancaster's
personal effects to you.

- Thank you for bringing
his things in.

- Yeah.

- ♪

- I hope you're hungry, Gregor.

I'm making moussaka.

- I am starving.

But unfortunately,
we'll have to postpone,

you're not staying for dinner.

- [laughs] You're still able
to maintain your sense of humor

despite being stripped
of all of your power.

- That's the thing about power,
Natasha.

You take it away
in the blink of an eye

and it can also be reclaimed.

- Oh. Is that right?

- That's right.

- What do you think
you're doing?

- I had a long talk
with my father.

I explained how,
thanks to your sloppy work,

the Petrovic family is now
being investigated

by local, state, and federal
law enforcement agencies.

He agreed to turn control of
the territory back over to me.

- I was sent here to clean up
the mess that you

and that whore
Stephanie Lancaster made!

- You're lucky I'm the onedealing with you instead of her.

- That black slut will be
the end of you, cousin.

- You should be worried about
your own endings

right about now.

My father was extremely
angry at the heat

you brought down on
the Petrovic name,

so angry, he wants to deal
with you personally.

Take her away.

- ♪♪

- [horn honking]

- [knocking on door]

- [door closing]
- You work too hard.

- What? You get lost on
the way to my father's office?

- As if either of our fathers
could tell me

who to spend time with.

- More stands between us than
our respective daddy issues.

- Like?

- The fact that your
homicidal kissing cousin

killed Senior Lancaster.

- Natasha's no longer
a problem.

She's tied up in the belly
of a fishing vessel

headed home.

Now, you can stop
freezing me out.

- [chuckles] You think
it'll be that easy

for you to get me back into bed?

Don't you see?

We can never be
together again.

- Why not?
- Because I'm married

to the Mayor of Atlanta.

And you're--
- A thug in a suit?

I know.

Ever consider divorcing Evan?

You don't need that tool's
help to rule the world.

- Divorcing Evan has
crossed my mind as of late.

- Ooh, I like the sound of that.

- Even if I did leave
my husband...

uh, I could never
be with you.

Face it, Greg, we are
from two different worlds.

- Just...think...

about how good it feels
when those worlds collide.

- Go.

- ♪

- Is that what you really want?

- [heavy breathing]

No.

It isn't.

[panting]

- ♪

- [moaning, panting]

[panting]

- [laughing] Gotcha.

- STEPHANIE: [moaning, panting]

- [knocking at door]

- Ugh.

What are you doing here?

- ALIX: Whatever I want.

[sighs]

- Wonder what your boss
would think...

about you finding
his son's kidnapper

and blackmailing her
into sex

instead of going
straight to him.

- Hm.
The Mayor's too self-absorbed

to worry about Joaquin's
kidnapping for much longer.

The way I see it...

I can have as much fun
as I want,

until I get bored with you.

- Well, what if I wanna stop?
- Oh.

You should've thought of that
before you kidnapped

the Mayor's kid, now,
shouldn't you? Hmm?

- [panting]

[sighs]

Alright.

Then get over here.

- That's more like it.

As long as you keep me happy,
you stay free.

- Of course.

Oh. [moans]

- Now you're on point.

- You like it rough?
- ALIX: Uh-huh.

- [grunts]
- ALIX: Damn! [groans]

[gasping for air]
[groaning]

- TITUS: Next time,
on "Ambitions"--

- Hello, Amara.
- [gasps]

- What's your problem?

- You and the lies
you're constantly telling.

- Whatever, Bella, I'm out.
- BELLA: Oh, my God.

Is that blood?

- TITUS: This company made
a fortune from turning

a generation of poor black
people into opioid addicts.

- Where'd you find 'em?

- Now she's trying to say
I harassed Senior.

[voice message] This is Darcia,
stop ignoring me, old man.

- Your father won't know
what struck him.

- I'm taking over
Carlisle Perkins, Daddy.

- I'll show the world just
how crooked

all you Carlisles really are.

- [screams]

- ♪

- ♪

- ♪

- [ding]