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- Previously on "Bel-Air"...

- You're the new investor?

- No, no, no, no, we're supposed to be meeting

with a guy named Trent. - That's my father.

- We approach decisions like a team.

- Even get BSU involved.

- Hey, Carlton. - Marisa, how you doing?

- Surprise!

I've been in and out of rehab, like, three times.

- She just keeps talking about it over and over.

- I should probably get going anyway.

- Yeah, good idea.

- I'm into boys. You're into girls.

I just want to like who I like.

- If I would've fought back harder,

maybe he'd still be here.

- Go, Will! [gunshot]

- Why are we outside of Geoffrey's apartment?

- Why aren't you?

What about the guys who put a gun to my head?

- We're here for you, whatever you need to get better.

- My boss-- he tried to take my life.

It was him or me.

- You took out the head of the organization.

There was always gonna be a price.

- And the CNBC interview is gonna put us over the top.

- The organization has a significant sum of money

it needs cleaned. - Legacy Heights.

- People just expect the worst from you anyways.

[upbeat music]

- Hoo-hoo-hoo!

This new Blackccess drop is about to be crazy.

The BSU is not ready.

- Man, I can't believe there's nothing on the news.

- Hey, man, stop, okay?

It's done. Let it be finished.

- Two Black boys bust up a whole-ass car

in the middle of the suburbs, and no one was there to see it.

How are you not more worried about this?

- Look, all I know is,

I'm sleeping great at night, all right?

- Yeah, well, I can't sleep at all.

- Boys, family meeting.

Now.

[both whispering indistinctly]

- [clears throat]

- So what's this all about?

- I mean, there's just been a lot left unsaid

in this house lately.

- And we felt the need to sit you kids down to address it.

I know we've all been walking on eggshells a little bit

after what happened to Will.

- And, obviously, it was a unique situation,

but it had nothing to do with us.

- And everything to do with me.

- Geoffrey. Oh.

- Hey, you.

- Well, you had us worried, old man.

- Hey, less of the "old man," yeah?

- How's Penelope and Frederick? - Safe and sound.

[mellow music]

* *

- I'm glad you're safe, G.

* *

- Thanks.

- No, thank you.

* *

- So are you gonna be staying with us?

- At my place for now,

but you'll be seeing me around here plenty.

Look, I want to be real with you.

I have a past I'm not proud of.

I want to assure you-- what happened...

will never happen again.

You're all safe now, okay?

- What--what happened to your arm?

- Boxing accident.

- Uh, so now is a time

to embrace a new sense of normalcy again, hmm?

- Yeah, we have much to celebrate.

A new Banks baby's on the way. [all chuckle]

- Yeah, and I spoke to Hilary.

She says Costa Rica is beautiful

and that it was exactly what she needed right now.

- And it's homecoming week. - Oh, yeah.

So you all should be enjoying yourselves.

You know, go have fun.

- Go.

- Uh, it is good to have you back, G.

- Thank you.

Always.

- Geoffrey.

[dramatic music]

* *

- So, uh...

boxing accident, huh?

- Left hook ain't what it was.

- Look, G, I heard the shot, right?

- You've been through enough 'cause of me.

You don't need to concern yourself

with it anymore, you hear?

- I know you have to say certain things--

"be a kid" and all that.

But I can handle my business too, a'ight?

- Is that what you think smashing up cars is...

handling your business?

You are a kid, Will,

a scared, angry little boy,

which is why I needed to tell them so they'd let it be.

My protection is the only reason

you and Carlton haven't faced consequences.

You understand?

[Easy McCoy's "Deja Vu"]

* *

- * Yeah, it's like déjà vu *

* I see it all the time * - * Oh, yeah, oh, yeah *

- * Yeah *

- * It feels like it's my time, your time *

* Our time * - * Whoa *

- * It's our time * - * Whoa *

* Yeah, we all right *

- Yes. [people cheering]

- Yo, shit.

- Damn, have you asked Lisa yet?

- Uh, I'm planning on it.

- Yo, are you sure

Geoffrey isn't gonna spill to Mom and Dad?

- No, that's not G's style, man.

Relax, okay? It's HoCo, baby.

- Hey, Carlton. - Hey, Carlton.

- Hey?

[chuckles] Thank you.

Thanks. [chuckles]

Oh.

- Carlton Banks, be my HoCo king?

- Yo, this is...

I mean... - You gonna make me beg?

- Don't make her wait, Carlton.

- Yes, I would love to.

[people cheering]

- * It's my time, your time *

* Our time * - * Whoa *

- * It's our time * - * Whoa *

[cheering continues, both chuckling]

* *

* Too fly, you're so fresh, so clean, like blue sky *

- Damn, baby, you are wearing that skirt.

[both chuckle]

What, you forgot the combination?

- What's got you so cheesy?

- I can't be excited to see my girl?

- [sucks teeth]

- Yeah, what's taking you so long?

Open the damn locker, girl. - Okay.

Oh!

- Ooh! - [laughing] What?

- [laughs] - Oh, my God.

- Lisa Beulah Wilkes,

help me make all these other guys jealous

and come to HoCo with me? - Yes, obviously.

- * Our time * - * Whoa *

- [laughs] My God.

[applause]

- Oh, don't worry, Ms. Frankie. I'ma clean this up, I promise.

- You better believe it won't be me.

- [chuckles]

- * It's our time * - * Whoa *

* *

[punches thudding]

- Great response from the CNBC interview.

Definitely raising the profile.

- With all the press,

I'm getting flooded with businesses and retailers

who want to be a part of Legacy Heights.

- It's an ambitious project.

- Historic...

which is why it's impossible

for me to do what it is you're asking.

I won't use it to wash their cash.

- It's pass-through money, Phil.

Buildings still get built.

- I have a moral responsibility to keep this clean.

- Minority suppliers still get the contracts.

- Viv is pregnant.

I won't have her stressed right now.

- Believe me, I understand all of that.

But I strongly urge you to reconsider.

- Because you're more concerned about their interest than mine.

- Because I gave them every penny I had

to keep from giving them what they wanted.

And what did they do?

Come for Frederick.

I disappear with my family, they pick up Will.

I've done everything I can, Phil.

There's only one solution here.

- It just doesn't work for me.

The answer's no.

Just tell 'em I said so.

[Velcro ripping]

[dramatic music]

- I'm afraid it doesn't work like that anymore, Phil.

- So you're calling the shots now?

* *

Last I checked, this was my house.

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- [sighs]

Hey.

- [sighs] - [clears throat]

All right, so what you saw earlier

with me and Marisa, I--

- You've been acting so sus since I got back.

- Well, when you were gone, we didn't talk.

- I know.

- Like, at all.

And I just wasn't really sure where we stood, so...

- Okay, well, where do you want us to stand?

- [sighs] I'm just in a whole different place now.

You know, my life at Bel-Air Academy has been--

it's been a rocky road.

And I love that you can wear your sobriety like a badge.

Like, that's amazing. It really is.

But I just don't want that to be all I'm remembered for.

I want to move on.

- From me or your history?

- All right, I get that those two things

kind of feel like the same, but that's not--

- I get it, Carlton.

I do.

Clean slate.

I'm not trying to keep you from your greatness.

- Whoa, hey, that's not exactly what I said.

- It's okay. We really don't need to do this.

- Yo, Banks, White80. - Whoa, whoa.

- Oh, okay, C-Money.

- Yo, Kareem, what the hell, man?

- Hey, great reflexes, bro.

But, uh, Amira...

Yeah, so that's-- that's actually for you.

[soft music]

* *

- I would love to go with you, Kareem.

- Hey, a'ight, fo' sho. [applause]

* *

[both chuckle]

* *

- [groans] God... [mutters]

Morning sickness is the devil. - Oh, I'm sorry, baby.

Welcome to your studio of Zen--

everything you need to do your best work painting.

- Mm, this is very...

very sweet.

But what I need is to know what is going on

with you and Geoffrey.

- What do you mean? - Oh, come on.

You don't think I don't notice the strange looks

and the hushed conversations between the two of you?

- [smacks lips] I just didn't want you stressed right now.

- Then just tell me the truth,

because all this secrecy is spiking my blood pressure.

- [sighs]

Geoffrey's working with the syndicate from London again.

- What?

He just told me and the kids that we were all safe.

- It seems the only way to do that

is to give them what they want...

his service back to them.

And...

they want to launder money through Legacy Heights.

- Wow.

Well, this just keeps getting better.

- Mm-hmm.

Construction projects are ripe for cleaning money...

significant cash outlay,

legitimate financial accounts.

It's just easy to manipulate invoices and contracts.

- Are you seriously thinking about this?

- No. No, I told him, as much as I want to help him--

- Are we even safe with him in this house?

[dramatic music]

- Will would not be here if it wasn't for Geoffrey.

* *

I still believe we're safer with him than without him.

[indistinct chatter]

[ukulele playing]

* *

- * Tell me, tell me *

* I want to know, I want to know *

* Girl, you're running out of time *

* Got to make up your mind *

* *

* Will you be my HoCo baby *

- Yes. [both giggle]

[applause]

- You two are so cute.

You're the Ashley Banks, right?

- I mean, yeah.

You know me? - [scoffs] OMG, I told you.

- Did your sister teach you everything?

Hilary Banks is a Bel-Air legend

and my fave influencer.

- Well, Carlton's the iconic one for me.

He's a whole-ass snack.

You are so lucky to be a Banks.

- Oh, yeah. [scoffs] Right.

- Actually, Ash is the most iconic Banks.

Just let her cook.

- Please, no, she's not.

Ashley Banks likes to say one thing to your face,

then turn around and stab you in the back.

- What are you talking about now, Olivia?

- Dating me.

Now...

them?

[scoffs]

Flip-flopping bitch.

[indistinct chatter, light laughter]

- Uh...

- Yeah, it was nice meeting you.

- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

* *

- Hey, yo, C.

Is your ex into butt stuff?

Yo, I'm asking for my homeboy Kareem.

You know, he into that kind of thing.

- Sweet juvenile Drew, fuck you.

What? - Too soon? I'm sor--

That was too soon. I'm sorry.

Look, I don't get it either. I just--

You know, the ladies are

into whatever bargain-bin Michael B. Jordan is selling.

- Oh, no, no, no, don't listen to him, C.

He's just mad because all the girls are throwing

themselves all over you and his girl was one of them.

- Oh, yeah, she was in my DMs the other day.

- Say "swear." - Swear.

- Yo, all I'm focused on is Marisa.

And I got the rizz to keep her focused on me, 'cause I'm him.

[crowd clamoring]

- Over here, baby. Let's go.

Hey, yeah.

Yeah. Hey.

[excited chatter]

Hey.

* *

- What the fuck? - Yo, what the fuck?

Connor, why the hell would you do this?

- Okay, relax, my dudes, okay? It's Spirit Week.

Hello?

Whiteccess, Blackccess-- senior prank.

- Do you even know what Blackccess stands for?

- Yeah, "Black Success" or...

or "Black Access," right?

[stammers] It's a joke.

- I don't see nobody fucking laughing.

- Okay, come on, man, you know me. Like...

- No, I'm done cosigning your bullshit, dude.

If you don't get it by now, it's a fucking choice.

Now take the shit off.

[students murmuring]

Now.

- Look, we didn't mean to stir up anything.

All right, yeah, just take them off, guys.

This is, like, stupid.

- Come on, you too, homeboy.

- What the fuck, bro? Yeah, it's--it's over.

- I'm sorry, but I just don't see how Blackccess is okay

and Whiteccess isn't.

- Are you being for real?

- I mean, you're proud of your race, right?

So what's wrong with me being proud of mine?

- Wow. Sounds about white.

- Dude, your whole thing is Black people deserve a leg up.

I mean, why shouldn't we all have the same access?

- You drive a fucking Bentley, Ethan.

- Okay, check this out.

Black people have been systemically denied access

to housing, wealth, education, and political power.

You ever heard of redlining, voter suppression,

employment discrimination, mass incarceration?

Need I go on?

Should I go on?

- Hey, man, take the fucking sweatshirt off

before we take it off for you. - Break it up.

- Take that shit off, man.

- Don't be late for class.

Gentlemen?

- You not gonna make him take it off?

- Yo, come on. It's not worth it. Let's go.

- Get back to class, Mr. Cunningham.

[dramatic music]

* *

[lively chatter]

[upbeat music]

- Okay, sexy.

- Hello.

- You're killing it on the dance team.

It's good to see you fitting in here so fast.

- Trust, I'm way over being the new girl, okay?

- Clearly, because the girls are talking about Kareem

asking you to homecoming. - Mm.

- So what happened to Carlton?

- Um...

you know, one of the biggest lessons

that rehab taught me was training your mind

to be stronger than your feelings.

- Hmm.

- And Carlton means a lot to me,

but I'm not gonna fight for his attention.

And that boy has no idea what he wants.

- Well, you know, as long as you're good.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I should tell you that Kareem kind of has a...

a fuckboy reputation.

- I'm not trying to get wifed.

And speaking of reps, you seem to have one of your own.

- Uh, girl, no. My reputation is squeaky.

- Exactly.

Lisa's so sweet. She's so nice.

She's such a perfect, good girl.

- Girl, I do not care what people think.

- Let's get back into it.

* *

- Ginger and peppermint tea to help with the nausea.

- Oh. Oh, thank you, Geoffrey.

- You went through the same woes with Carlton,

not so much with Ashley.

Maybe it's a boy. - Maybe.

[chuckles] Good memory.

You know, you've been a...

brother to Phil and I

and a rock to the children.

- Hmm.

- This whole situation with the gang and us,

how can we trust you?

- Ninth grade...

That boy who threatened to go public with personal texts

between him and Hilary.

- Even after I told her, never assume anything is private.

- Mm-hmm.

A teenage lesson that could have been made worse

had those texts not suddenly disappeared.

That bully who tormented Carlton in middle school--

finally his parents decided

it's best that they transfer.

[soft music]

A Philly gangbanger,

relentless in his pursuit of Will...

yeah, he wasn't a threat for long.

* *

I'm still the same man, Viv.

* *

That's how you can trust me.

I'll continue to protect all of you with my life.

* *

Better?

- Thank you, Geoffrey.

- [chuckles softly]

* *

- So let me get this straight.

At our high school reunion ten years from now,

they're gonna be like, oh, Lisa Wilkes,

most likely to be nice and sweet and boring.

- [chuckles] It's not a bad thing.

I mean, I think your "good girl, sweet girl" thing--

it's sexy to me. - To him.

- [snickers] - Look, we all got our roles.

I'm the handsome playboy.

He's the comedic relief.

He's the type A basket case.

And--and, you know, you're auntie.

- Oh, man.

- Auntie? both: "Auntie."

- What the heck? - Wait.

Did you just say "heck"? Oh, you are an auntie for real.

[laughter] - Oh, shit.

[cell phones chiming]

- Yo, you guys see the portal?

"This morning, an incident occurred on campus

involving apparel with racially insensitive language."

- Good. I'm glad they got them dickheads.

- Wait, wait. "And so, in an effort

"to make every student feel welcome and safe,

"all clothing with controversial logos

are banned from campus, effective immediately."

- What the fuck?

What, so Blackccess is controversial now?

- Like, they're banning it on campus?

- Okay, wait, wait, wait.

"Bel-Air Academy is an inclusive space

"for all students, regardless of race,

"gender, or orientation.

"So we will be combining all affinity groups into one group,

now rebranded as the Belonging and Inclusion Club."

- "This includes the Armenian American Alliance,

"the Jewish Birthright Club, the Neurodiverse Impact,

"Pride Club, Asian American and Pacific Islander Club,

the Latinx Society, and"-- - Are you fucking serious?

"And Black Student Union." - Wow.

- Do you mean to tell me

that we just invested all this money into BSU merch

and now it's just worthless?

- They're punishing all of us for a few insensitive pricks.

Just another thing we have to rally about.

Fuck.

- Or not.

[scoffs] I mean, aren't you all tired

of fighting every damn thing every damn time?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Like, this is our senior year.

HoCo's supposed to be fun.

Y'all want to make good memories,

or you want to paint protest posters--which one?

- You know what? Look, I don't even think I'm gonna go.

- You're not gonna go to Homecoming?

- Bro, it's homecoming. I've been to three of them.

- Yeah, but it's senior year. - Y'all can go to Homecoming.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

How about we say "fuck you" to this school's wack-ass HoCo

and we throw our own Homecoming hosted by Blackccess, huh?

- I like that. - Right?

- I can do that. - Wait.

- No, no, no. Wait, wait. Protect our peace.

I love it, but can you pull it off?

We've only got a few days.

- [scoffs] Come on, look who you talking to.

Look, yo, come on, it's all hands on deck.

- I mean, it'd be great for the brand and--

- Keep my name out your mouth!

- Ashley Banks is a flip-flopping bitch.

I said it again. What now?

- Oh, I'll show you what now, bitch.

- Yo! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey, hey!

- No! No! No! No!

No! Stop! - Hey!

* *

- Boys, good news.

Canteen is officially secured for Blackccess Homecoming.

- Hey! - What?

- Good shit. Yes.

- And my dad thinks it'll be huge for the brand,

so he's paying.

- Yo! Hey.

Ooh!

- I signed the contract. You're all set.

- Mr. Moneybags in the house. [laughs]

- Thank you for the support, Mr. Cunningham.

- Oh, of course. Of course.

Now, listen, what Bel-Air Academy is doing

is just more of this DEI bullshit.

- Yeah, we all need this. Ash out here fighting.

- But Blackccess is making a statement.

I'm proud to be a part of it.

- Thanks, Pop. - Man.

- [chuckles] - Man.

Hey, yo, how did such a dope dad

end up with a dickhead of a son like you?

- [chuckles] Shut the fuck up, man.

[indistinct chatter]

- I want on the dance team.

The booty shorts, the--the leotards,

the--the cute boots. - What?

- I've watched all the practices.

I know all the dances. Please?

- Uh, okay, is this 'cause I called you

a corny-ass goody-goody?

- No.

[sighs] Kinda.

- Lis, I'm so sorry.

I was joking. I wasn't trying to make you feel bad.

- It's okay. You're not wrong. Maybe it's time.

We're seniors.

Maybe I need to reinvent myself, you know,

mix it up a little bit, make some memories...

'cause I could be sexy.

- Yeah, and with them curves, I ain't got no doubt, girl.

You already are sexy.

Come on, we're gonna work on it.

- So I'm thinking, we clear these tables out, right?

Just get rid of them.

Put the dance floor right here, smack-dab in the middle, okay?

Snacks probably somewhere over there.

Yeah, this is gonna be fire. - Mm-hmm. I see it.

- All right, by now,

we all know what went down at Bel-Air Academy,

but instead of crying about it,

we're giving you an alternative.

- Yep. We're staying unbothered.

- Uh, yeah, see, we are cutting out the chaos,

you know, muting the madness.

If it's draining, then it's declined.

- Okay, okay. - It's not--

- Carlton-- - [clears throat]

Yo, DM us to get on the list.

- Guys, this is gonna be the most amazing Homecoming.

You got to be there.

all: Peace.

- Actually, I don't know, y'all.

I think it could use a little something.

- Yo, is this gonna fit in the car?

- Uh, nope, definitely not gonna fit.

- You didn't see nothing, Ms. Frankie.

- Yeah, so, like-- - Excuse me.

Sorry. Excuse me.

- This is not stealing. It's fine.

Move, move, move. Hold on, hold on.

Keep going. Keep going.

- And then when you turn around, you're gonna go--

- You look amazing. Mm. - Uh, Will.

- Love you so much. See you later.

Hey, it's just a senior prank, guys.

It's for our HoCo tomorrow.

[upbeat music]

- All right, looking good.

Carlton, Marisa, scooch in a little bit.

There we go. There we go. - All right.

- Hey, hey, Eli, watch your hands, now.

- Yes, sir.

- Why are you on panoramic mode?

- Oh, I was just trying to turn off the flash.

Wait. There we go. There we go. - Okay.

- I told you we should have gotten

a professional photographer.

- Is his finger in the lens?

- I'm sure their pictures will be fine.

- Oh, they won't. They never are.

- Okay, selfie break. - All right.

- Fine by me. - Let's grab a drink.

- Oh. - Not bad.

[camera shutter clicking]

- Is security really necessary?

- Well, it was Geoffrey's idea to get some extra eyes

on the kids, just for tonight.

I think it's a good idea.

- But we promised them normalcy.

- Oh, they just think we hired them to chaperone the dance.

- Hey, uh, G, everything okay?

It's kind of feeling a little serious.

- Hmm. Just making sure no trouble finds

my favorite troublemakers.

- Look, Will told me everything about what you did for us.

And I just... [sighs]

Thank you.

- Promise me your vigilante days are behind you,

and we can call it even.

- Understood.

- We are not done talking about this, young lady.

[camera shutter clicking] Uh, Ashley, you know what?

After what you did to Olivia at school,

you are lucky we even let you come out here tonight.

- Mom, even Michelle Obama said,

when they go low, we call it out.

- Don't bring Michelle into your mess.

She didn't mean a smackdown in the hallway.

- Technically, I didn't get the chance to molly-whop her.

- "Molly-whop"? Well, whose child is that?

Not mine. - Hey, hey, hey.

I know you weren't there,

but that little white girl did kind of have it coming.

- [sighs]

You look so handsome. - I know.

- [laughs] And your date is gorgeous too.

- I know. [both chuckle]

- I thought you might be bringing Amira,

especially with her going to Bel-Air now.

Lisa told me.

- Okay, hey, I wasn't trying to hide anything, all right?

It's just, uh--I don't know. Navigating it has been weird.

That's all.

- I know. That's fair.

I trust you.

Mm.

Oh, my baby.

- Nephew, I am so, so proud

of how you pulled this all together.

- Thank you.

- You know, it takes a real leader

to answer adversity with action.

And a real leader...

needs a real watch.

- No. - Yes, my friend.

Passed a lot of mine down to Carlton.

It's time you had your own.

- Are you serious? - Yeah, put it on.

- Wow, I don't know what to say. This is--

- Boom, boom, boom, boom. All right, there you go.

Look at that. Ooh, ah. - Ooh!

- That was made for you, man. - [laughs]

- Money. - Money.

- Yes, sir. - Wow. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Oh, and, uh, I got a little something else for you too.

[sniffs] - Wow.

* *

- Oh.

- Now, I'm not encouraging, but I ain't stupid.

Be safe. Be respectful.

I already gave some to Carlton. - Mm, wow.

Well, I would make a joke about the size difference

between me and Carlton, but that would make this moment

even weirder than it already is.

- [laughs]

- Thanks for the watch, Uncle Phil.

- You're welcome, Will.

- Yeah. - All right.

[upbeat music playing]

- * Making music, I'm a showstopper, stopper *

* Always stay clear of the drama, drama *

* Always do it big, that's my mantra *

* Pressure *

* Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure *

* Pressure, baby *

- Hey, yo!

Y'all know what time it is.

It looks like we got some legends in the house tonight,

running this school like it's their kingdom.

Y'all show some love to the one, the only,

the boys of Blackccess!

[cheers and applause]

- * Yo, king of the hill, man, I got the juice *

* Back on the A train, I never lose *

* I throw it back, top down, it's nostalgia *

* I let it fly 'cause I know every outcome *

* I see the future, welcome to my present tense *

* Hit the strip, and my wallet full of presidents *

* Yo, take it back, back to the good old days *

* Let's take it back, let me show you the way *

* Let's take it back, back to the good old days *

* Let's take it back, let me show you the way *

[cheers and applause]

- All right, all right!

Welcome to the first-ever Blackccess Homecoming!

- I love you, Blackccess!

- Our brand is making history tonight.

- Let's go, Blackccess.

- We want you all to dance the night away, stay hydrated,

and most of all, tag us on all socials,

because we did this one for the culture.

- And remember, our joy and our rest is our resistance.

So have a good time. Whoo!

[cheers and applause] - You heard the man.

Protect your neck and protect your energy.

And if Blackccess is controversial, I mean...

[chuckles] all: Fuck them!

[cheers and applause]

- Love on. We're here to have a good time.

So please help me introduce

the Ooh, Baby, Baby Ladies!

[cheers and applause]

[dramatic hip-hop music]

* *

[cheers and applause]

* *

[cheers and applause]

[mellow dance music]

- * Yeah, it's been too long *

* The taste of blue sky *

* I want to fly with you *

* Yeah, I'll make you fly *

* Ooh-ooh, I'll find you *

* Ooh-ooh, and I just got paid *

* Ooh-ooh, take a sip but that's all you need *

* Ice cold, baby *

- * And I'm ready to get active *

* Yeah, I'm here, and I'm ready to attack *

* It's a rumble in the concrete jungle *

* And a revolution on TV *

* You can hear my stomach rumbling, I need to eat *

* Turning the spotlight back on the truth *

* Police trying to put me back up under a boot *

* Okay, they want to play that game *

* Just say my name, and I'll be in the vocal booth *

- [giggles] No dry HoCo, yo.

- Okay, bubbles.

- Told y'all, Ash is a real one.

- And Olivia said you were a stuck-up, selfish princess?

No, she was so wrong.

- [giggles] Let me help you. - Yeah.

- What the hell? - Wait!

- Oh, yo, yo. Ashley!

[scoffs] You brought liquor?

- [scoffs] Yeah, relax.

I just grabbed a few bottles from the wine closet.

Mom and Dad won't even notice. - Ashley, you're 14.

You're supposed to behave, so you--you behave.

- That's all you got? - Well, you handle it.

- All right, watch this.

Shame on you, young lady. You are...

14.

Listen, Ashley Banks-- - Okay, a dry HoCo is wack.

I'm trying to do my part to help you out, right?

[chuckles]

- Come on.

Yo, Ash, no bullshit.

[scoffs] Fighting? Stealing liquor?

Talk to me.

* *

- I'm not trying to spend my high school years

living in the shadows of Hilary and Carlton.

* *

- That's fair.

- Okay, I'm trying to make a name for myself.

- It's a process.

And, honestly, you're gonna reinvent yourself 100 times.

- Yeah, I mean, Lisa's about to graduate.

She's still trying to figure it out.

- Look, your reputation has a way of sticking with you,

so choose wisely.

- And no alcohol.

Okay, pumpkin? - Mm-hmm.

[hip-hop music playing]

- * Pull up to the party *

* When I do it, yo, it's lights out *

* Moving way too fast *

* You hear us coming with the right sound *

* Rock star lifestyle *

* Turning up, just getting wild *

* You know that we blowing up *

* We showing up to show it now *

* Foot on the gas, ain't let up, let up *

* Drink till I can't get up, get up *

* Bartender pull me up *

- Hey, um, I was gonna go get a bite.

Do you want something? - I'm good.

But if you wanted to come with her,

you shouldn't have said yes to me.

- No, no, no, no, I-- [sighs]

* *

[insects chirping]

[suspenseful music]

- Is the door open?

* *

- Wait here.

* *

- Oh, my God.

* *

- How the hell did they get past the alarms?

- Could have been a wireless jammer.

The coast is clear.

* *

- So much for being safe.

* *

- I'm sorry this happened, but this is how they move.

It's why I urged you to reconsider.

* *

- Set the meeting...

* *

Tonight.

- Okay.

- Honey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- * I'm a-- I'm a walking lick *

* Having nothing on my wrist *

* Paparazzi taking pics *

* Something you don't want to miss *

* I'm a-- I'm a walking lick *

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

I just thought we could use some alone time.

[both moaning]

- Really? Right here?

- I mean, why not here?

This time next year, I'm gonna be in DC,

so I just want to soak up every moment we have left.

- Mm. Mm.

I don't even want to think about being without you.

- Then think about this instead.

* *

- [chuckles]

* *

Oh, shit.

* *

- Who's your auntie now?

- [chuckles] I like baddie Lisa.

[moaning]

* *

- What do you want, Carlton?

- Um, I feel like I didn't get to say everything

that I wanted to say earlier.

You know, it--it just, um--

it--it just all happened really fast.

- Well, talk,

'cause you've been clocking me all night, so...

- Okay, um...

you know, it's just-- it's been a lot of pressure--

senior year and--and applying for college,

and it's just been, like, a lot.

- I can relate.

- And I've worked so hard to get my life back on track,

all right, and I'm just terrified

of fucking it up again.

And--and I don't know. Right now, I just--

I feel like I'm doing exactly that.

I don't have a lot of people to confide in.

You just used to be that person, Amira.

- Look, when you've been through what we have...

every stressor is amplified.

We spend so much time trying not to screw it up

that it becomes like this self-fulfilling prophecy.

- Yes. Yeah, exactly.

- And a clean slate is not a bad thing.

But just don't forget what you made it out of

so you don't end up there again.

Okay?

[soft music]

* *

But I'm not your person...

anymore, Carlton. - Wait, no--

- And I'm not the same girl that I was this summer either.

I'm stronger.

And I am so done second-guessing my worth.

If it takes you losing me to see that...

then maybe you never deserved me in the first place.

But you have a great night with Marisa, okay?

* *

- * Can you feel it coming *

- I'll support you in whatever way

you want to make a name for yourself.

- Thanks, Eli.

- But just so you know...

I think Ashley Banks is perfect just the way she is.

- * Can you feel it coming *

* *

* Can you feel it coming *

[upbeat electronic music]

* *

- [speaking indistinctly] [cheers and applause]

It is time to announce our very first

Blackccess Homecoming king and queen.

[cheers and applause]

* *

- All right, all right.

Y'all been voting via QR code all night.

* *

Without further ado...

- Your Blackccess Homecoming king and queen is...

Will Smith and Lisa Wilkes.

- Did they just call our names?

[cheers and applause]

- Come on out, you two lovebirds.

Where are you?

[indistinct chatter]

- Go, go, go, go, go, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Baby, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hey.

Oh, my God.

What's up? Hey, guys.

Wow. Uh... [chuckles]

What an honor. [chuckles]

- We were just-- we were--

- We were looking for y'all. - Yeah.

- We were looking for y'all.

I can't believe y'all were out here the whole time.

- Damn, didn't know Wilkes had it in her.

- Thanks again, guys. This means a lot.

- Okay, baddie.

- Well, that's one way to reinvent yourself.

- It sure is.

- Thanks, guys. You're awesome.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Phil...

this is Dominique Bridges.

- I do enjoy a man who fills out a suit.

- You made your point tonight.

So let's talk business.

- I've heard a lot about you.

Did Geoffrey ever tell you about me?

All these years, did he ever mention he had a sister?

- Not by blood. - Yeah.

My dad took him in...

taught him the ropes.

He was ready to hand the whole damn empire to him

until Geoffrey choked him out with his bare hands.

* *

- I'm aware of what Geoffrey had to do

to survive your father.

- But no death in life is free.

There's a price to pay.

And here we all are.

* *

- I'll clean your money...

my way.

None of the small-business loans for the community

and none of the investors' money can be touched.

I won't compromise anyone else.

Take it or leave it.

* *

- I heard about your morals.

I'm not unreasonable. I just need results.

Happy to be in business with a man

of your caliber, Mr. Banks.

* *

Ta-ra.

Oh, and, Geoffrey,

there is one final matter.

These last few days have unfortunately left me

questioning your loyalties.

Tell me, did you arrange private security

for the Banks children at their little soiree tonight?

- I did.

- Who exactly do they need protecting from?

What, little old me? [chuckles]

Maybe I'm the one who needs protecting from them.

- Geoffrey, what the hell is she talking about?

- Your boys took it upon themselves

to destroy my guy's vehicle.

Yeah.

Bashed up the windshield, taillights, side mirrors--

nasty work.

Playing both sides simply won't fly, Geoffrey,

especially when it was me who offered you

protection for those boys.

- Geoffrey, what is she talking about?

- Look, Dom, listen, I--

- There's always consequences for disloyalty.

You know this.

So I was forced to make a call to some of my besties

at the LAPD.

* *

- Man. - What a night.

- I can't believe we actually pulled this off.

- I know, man. - Team Blackccess.

Looks like you had a successful night.

- Something like that.

- What's up, Pop?

- I just took care of the bill. - Appreciate you, Mr. C.

- Oh, you got it. - Thank you.

Thank you for everything. - Of course.

[siren whoops]

[car doors open, close]

- What's going on?

[dramatic music]

- Can I help you, officers?

* *

- Hey, man, if this is about the balloon arch,

it was--it was just a prank. [chuckles]

- We have an arrest warrant for Will Smith and Carlton Banks.

* *