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- Yes, my husband is missing.

- How long has he been missing?

- Well, he left about
7:30 last night to go

to the Wyclef Jean concert.

- Pleasure to meet you, my man.

- No, it's a
pleasure to meet you.

- What if she's not
receptive to me moving in?

- Then I'll be back
with my bags packed.

- There's going
to be a wedding.

- Who's getting married?

- Your mother and father
are getting married again.

- The deal with Sydney Tech
is pretty much done.

- Well, a pretty much done
deal isn't a completed deal.

- Oh, no.

Oh, God, please don't
let this man be dead.

♪ Forever's starting
right now ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Even though winter
seems a little colder ♪

♪ Better's starting
right now ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I promise you
all that pushin' ♪

♪ All that fightin',
all that runnin' ♪

♪ All that climbin',
it won't be, won't be ♪

♪ Won't be for nothin' ♪

♪ For nothin', nothin' ♪

♪ Yeah, leave it to me ♪

♪ Hey hey,
leave it to me ♪

- Oh, no.

No, no, no.

Please don't let
this man be dead.

Hey, Anthony,
don't be dead, please.

Oh, God.

- What time is it?

- It's early.

- Yeah.

- Get it together.

Come on.
Let me help you get cleaned up.

I got your message.

- I expressed to you the
urgency of the task I assigned.

What the hell is
the holdup, Vanessa?

- There's no holdup, Carolyn.

I made significant progress.
I'm working on it.

These things take time.

He's a happily married man.

I can't just knock on his door.

- Listen to me.

This shit needs to happen
sooner than later.

If I'd known that
this was gonna be too

difficult for you to handle--
- Like I said,

I've made significant progress.

- What kind of progress?

- Well, have you seen
today's Page Six by chance?

- No, sweetheart.

I leave rags like that
for people like you.

- Oh, maybe you should just
pull it up and take a peek.

- Well, all right.

Well, you managed
to get a picture

of you, him, and Wyclef Jean.

OK, well, I'm impressed.

But a picture is far

from what I asked.

- That photo is my foot
in the door.

Soon, Anthony Johnson will
do whatever I want him to.

When I say jump,
he'll say, how high?

- All right, I hope so,

because I'm so looking forward

to your wedding this weekend.

- Oh, well, then you
should pick out a dress.

But this time, let's not
invite the whole town.

I want them to read about me
on Page Six.

♪ ♪

- Mom, I'm telling you,
Dad is going to be OK.

- No, 'cause he would
have called me like that.

You know this is not like him.
- His phone is probably dead.

You know he doesn't
charge it sometimes.

- Oh, my God, I can't even
believe this is happening.

Mom, I'm--

- Hey.
- Anthony!

Baby, where have you been?

I had the police
looking for you!

- Hey, I'm here.
- Hey.

- I was on the beach...
- asleep.

- Anthony Johnson, are you
gonna keep lying to me?

Then you really
gonna come up missing.

Um, Tyler, baby,

let me talk to him
for a second.

Anthony, I would never
do something like this

to you, all right?

I went from sad to
angry to hurt.

I really thought we were
better than this.

- Syd, I'm telling
you the truth.

I was out there knocked out.

Ask Reverend Johnson.
You go out there right now.

He's the one who
woke me up and found me.

- He wasn't out all night.

I can vouch that I did
see him on a beach,

and he was tumbling,

and I didn't know
what to think.

- Well, if you saw him,

then why didn't you
tell me anything?

- 'Cause you didn't axe me.

I'm not a mind reader, Sydney.

Your man, your problems.

- Now, you know that does
not let you off the hook,

all right, because that concert
ended at midnight.

So where the hell were you?

- Hey, yo.
Dad's on Page Six. Look.

- How?

- What is it?

- He really is on Page Six.

- After going to
the after party,

I don't remember nothing.

I think somebody
slipped me a mickey.

- Tch, aw, poor baby.

- Hey, y'all.
Come here, check this out.

- Yo, you went
crazy on this, man.

Oh, so--

- Now that's crazy.
- Right?

Ain't that dope?
- That is so cool.

- Pssh...

♪ ♪

- You know,
I want a huge waterfall

that I can see
from the Jacuzzi.

I did tell you I want a
12-person Jacuzzi, right?

- Those damn Johnsons.

They are working my last nerve.

- Please tell me that
you have some good news

because my morning is not
starting off well at all.

Has Mr. Sing delivered the
news to the Johnsons yet?

- No, not yet.

But I can encourage
a call to be made.

- That would make your
mother very happy.

And, Malcolm, keep up
the good work, sweetheart.

You're doing a very good job.

- Ah, Mr. Sing.

My mother sends her regards.

She also asked that you
honor our agreement.

Have you spoken to
Mr. Johnson about your deal

and that you're pulling out?
- No, no, not yet.

I thought it best
not say anything

until our deal was finalized.

- Well, it's finalized.

You're right.

- I'll give him a call
right now.

Just take a minute.

- While you're doing that,
we'll be in a Jacuzzi.

I'm thinking mimosas, Bellinis,
something sexy like that.

I'm in the mood to celebrate.

- Save me one.

- You got it.

- OK.

- Hey, uh, baby, it's Victor.

This is probably important.
Let me take this.

- OK.

- Hey, it's Anthony.

- Good morning, Anthony.

I'm sorry to call you so
early, but I wanted you

to hear it from me directly.

- Yeah, shoot.
Go for it.

- Sing Enterprises
has purchased Entech.

- Wow!

Wow, Victor,
that's a great move.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Unfortunately,
it's not so fantastic for you.

I'm, uh, gonna to have to pull
out of our deal, Anthony.

I'm sorry.

- Um, OK.

I don't think I--
I don't think I understand.

All right, I've already started
pre-production on your project

based on your word.

I'm talking materials,
staffing, logistics.

Everything's in place, Victor.

I mean, we're ready to go.

- I understand, Anthony.

But my company decided to go
in a different direction.

I do look forward to working
with you in the future, though.

- No, fuck the future.
The time is now!

This deal has to happen.

I'm going to be out
millions, Victor.

You understand me?
Millions.

- You're a resourceful
young man, Anthony.

I'm sure
you'll land on your feet.

- Victor, don't do--

don't do this.

You can't do this.

- What's going on?
- Hey, listen.

Hey, I'll sue you, man.
- Baby.

- You can try.

But without a fully
executed contract,

it's gonna be very hard.

- Victor, you--
- Oh, my God, Anthony.

- So what happened to
being a man of your word?

- I had to do what's best
for my company, Anthony,

not yours.

- Victor...

Victor, you--

Victor!

- Baby, what happened?

- Son of a bitch!

- What happened?

- Shit! Fuck!

♪ ♪

- Hey, Reverend.

- Good morning, Sarge.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

- You getting your
morning jolt, I see.

- Yeah, man.
Yes, indeed.

I'm addicted to this stuff.
I have 10, 11 cups a day.

Oh ho ho ho.

- I like a good cup
of Joe myself,

but I'm not quite that bad.

- Why don't you have
a seat, Reverend.

- Oh, thank you.
- Yeah.

It's good to see you.

- Well, I'm glad to be here.
- Yes, sir.

- So I can show you that
real New York lifestyle.

- OK.
I'm excited.

I mean, I'm not going to lie.

- About a week.
- I know how you be.

- Yeah, you know
I go in and out.

- You all right, Sergeant?

That cup can't fight back.

- I want to ask you to
pray for me and my son.

- Why?
What's going on?

- Those two are gonna
push me to the point

of no return, Rev.

- Who?

Jesse and Tania?

- Yeah.

- Well, I know Jesse
can be a handful.

But he's a decent kid.

And Tania is one of the
sweetest young ladies

I've ever met.
- Well, if she's so sweet,

why is she sneaking around
behind my son's back

with that Britton boy?

Before you ask me if I'm sure,
yeah, I caught both of them

butt-ass naked on
his mama's boat.

- Oh, man.

That's disappointing.

How did your son take it?
I'm sure he's broken-hearted.

You did tell him,
didn't you, Sergeant?

- No, I haven't told him, Rev.

- Why not?

- Peter's got anger issues.

That's why I put him in
boxing in the first place,

to let go of some
of that aggression.

If Peter find out about
that Britton kid and Tania,

he's gonna kill both of them.

No doubt in my mind, Rev.

Can't let those two ruin
what me and my son

have been working
so hard for...

way too hard, Rev,
way too hard.

♪ ♪

- All right, so, uh...Mike,
what are you saying, man?

- Man, I'm saying it's a
lot worse than you thought.

Anthony, you got to
talk to me before you

go making decisions like this.

Sure, we're out 30 million.

But we also have another
20 million in accounts payable

that you
will never make a dime off

for with this Sing deal dead.

Uh-huh.

We're not bleeding.

We hemorrhaging cash!

- So you're saying no matter
how you slice it, I'm screwed?

- Unless you find an angel
investor,

and you know they're going to
go after your patents.

See, man, you may have to
sell this house,

your house in Westchester,
all your cars.

- Come on now.
- Yes.

Look, man.

The numbers don't lie.

This Sing guy really
bent you over.

- Tell me about it.

Shit!

- I got to figure out how
I'm going to tell Sydney.

Ha!

- Tell me what?

- You know what?

I'm gonna let you guys talk.

I'm gonna go downstairs,

and I'm gonna run
these numbers again.

Ha ha ha!
Good to see you, man.

All right.

- Whoo!

Got the final paperwork
from the Simpsons

and the title company
a little while ago.

A couple of signatures
and a wire transfer,

and the Simpsons' property
is officially yours.

- Yeah, about time.

- Uh...Jeffery,

I, uh, I think we might have
a slight change of plans.

Baby, let me talk to you.

- Uh...

Can you excuse us
for a second?

- Sure, no problem.

- All right, what's going on?

We can't buy that property.

- All right, baby.

Look, I know you're upset
about the Sing contract.

But we can still do this.

- Actually, no, we can't, Syd.

Look, I know this is
disappointing

for the both of us,
but there really is no way

we can buy that land
right now,

especially not without
having to borrow.

And we damn sure are not
going to Carolyn for her help.

We just don't have the cash.

According to Mike,
we just don't

have the capital right now.

- Now, come on, baby.
Now, come on.

You acting like we're broke.

I mean, for God's sakes,
we own one

of the most successful
privately owned tech

startup companies
in the country.

Now, you're being reactive,
not proactive, right now.

- But, baby, being successful
doesn't mean being liquid.

- I know.
- All right, well, look,

our patents
might be worth a mint.

But right now in actuality,
our cash flow

is virtually nonexistent.

I had to take money that we
would have used for the land,

and I had to apply that
to the Sing deal

to cover that shortfall.

And it still wasn't
nearly enough.

When it all shakes out, we
might have to sell this house.

- No. No, we're not
selling the house.

No!

Uh-uh.

- Look, I don't want to either.
But, babe--

- My God.

- Look, it's either
the house or selling

off one of the patents or--

I mean, who knows what else?

But we have to
make that decision.

- No. Mm-mm.

No, you have to
make that decision

because I can't do it.

I can't make that decision.

Baby, I can't even
believe you telling me

we may have to lose this house.

- Uh, is everything all right?

She seems kind of upset.

- Uh, yeah.

I'm not used to
letting my wife down,

and, uh, I don't
typically do it.

So, um, look,

I appreciate everything.

But unfortunately,
we're not going to be

able to buy that property.

- You understand the
$1.6 million security

deposit is non-refundable?

- I do.

I mean, unless Simpson's
willing to, you know, return it

out of the kindness
of his heart.

- I seriously doubt that.

- Well, then we'll
have to take the loss.

- Good luck to you, Anthony.

I truly hope everything
works out for you.

- Hey.

- Hey.
- What you drawing?

- A picture of my new boo.

- Is that weed?

- Before you start,

I know Anthony
don't like smoking.

But I'm outside.
I'm away from the kids.

And I'm stressed the hell out.

- OK, stop.

And pass that right on
over here,

because you are not
the only one stressed.

Come on.

- OK.
All right.

- It's been a minute.

That's pretty good.

- Mm-hmm.

- Where'd you get this?

- Cali.

- Cali do be having
that good weed.

- Yeah, they do.

I forgot you used
to be a pothead.

- A long time ago.

- Yeah, before you got
rich and married Anthony.

Where is he, anyway?

- He's in the city with Mike.

- Oh, OK.
- He'll be back tomorrow.

- Oh.

Look...

things are really bad, Karen.

We may have to sell the house.

- What happened?

- A bad business deal.

- Thought
he was smarter than that.

- Don't do that, OK?

Don't do that, because he is.

It's just that somebody that
we were doing business with

got an offer that
they couldn't refuse,

and now we are in
over our heads.

- I know the feeling.
I'm drownin' myself.

- What did you do?

- I fell in love with
the man of my dreams.

Love?

- Uh-huh.
- You?

- Yes, me.

You don't have
the patent on love.

I always wanted love,
and now that I found it...

listen, he's handsome,
he's rich.

he's powerful,
and he's good in bed.

- OK!
- Mm-hmm.

- So what is the problem?

Because it sounds to me
like you need to be

looking for a wedding dress.

- Karrin, please tell me
he's not married.

- No, he's not married,
because if he was married,

I definitely would
know how to handle him.

- Shit.

Cheers.

- I'll drink to that.

- Amen.

♪ ♪

- Mrs. Britton?
You have a guest.

- Oh, thank you, Dominique.

- Hello.
- Hello, sweetheart.

- How are you?
- I'm well.

Thank you.

- Vanessa,
good to see you again.

The deal with Anthony Johnson
and his wife fell apart,

making the Simpson
property available again.

I assume you are
still interested?

- Now, you know I am, Jeffery,
otherwise,

you wouldn't have
brought it up.

However, I must admit, I was
expecting you two days ago.

When the Johnsons
backed out,

I figured it was your
handiwork.

That poor man.
And his wife is devastated.

- I so love it when a
good plan comes together.

Mm.

- Well, the paperwork
is all in order.

I've changed out your
name for the Johnsons.

- Price?
- Same as the Johnsons.

8 million.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I don't think so, no.

I'll pay 5 million.

I mean, that actually was
the asking price, correct?

- Yes, but--

- No, no buts.

That's the amount I'll pay,
or you can tell Everett

he can shove it up his ass.

And tomorrow, my offer
will be 4 million.

- I will confirm with my
client and get back to you.

- Good.

I'll expect the paperwork
by the end of the day.

- You know, I actually
thought Anthony Johnson

was going to beat you.

- Yes, I must admit,
even though I hate to,

he was a worthy opponent,
just a little too trusting.

But it's a good thing
that I took him down

when I did because,
otherwise, eventually

he would have been a problem.

- You didn't take him down.

You ruined the man's life
over a piece of land.

A man like Anthony Johnson
could have

been a better ally than a foe.

- Oh, not with a wife like his.

Oh, no, no, no.

Besides, this is personal.

Evidently nobody
ever explained to you

why that land is so important.

- Oh, I heard it was
Britton land originally.

I assume you're trying to
preserve your precious legacy.

- That's partially true.

I am trying to
preserve a legacy,

but not my husband's family.

No, they only
care about banks.

The legacy I'm trying to
preserve is the Cottmans'.

- Who the hell
are the Cottmans?

- The Cottman
is my family surname.

That land is the only thing
that I have left of my family.

Moses sold it behind my back.

- So this was never
about the Brittons?

This was about you?

- My mother and father
busted their ass for that land.

Moses did not
have the right to sell it.

That land was mine.

- I finally think I understand.

So what about this?

- Yes, this is good.

Vanessa, can you
come here, please?

♪ ♪

- If there is anyone here who
feel this man and this woman

should not be joined together,

let them speak now

or forever hold their peace.

- Hey, yo, Tania,
what is going on?

You said you were coming over
here when you got off of work.

It's almost 6:30.

Hit me up.

- By the power vested in me
by the state of New York,

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

Malcolm, you may
kiss your bride.

- This is going well.
- Thanks to you.

- Damn, you looking
great, girl.

- Hey, thanks.

- What is she doing here?

What the hell does she have on?

Look, I need you to get
rid of her discreetly.

- What about Martin?

- I'll take care of my son.

You just get rid of
that wedding crasher.

- I'm sorry,
but Mrs. Britton said

you're going to have to leave.

- ♪ We know ♪

♪ We take it
as far as we go ♪

♪ It's so wrong, but we
gonna keep holding on ♪

♪ I can never leave it alone ♪

- Damn, girl.
- OK.

- Hm.
- What?

- Mm.

- ♪ This your promise, boy ♪

♪ Three, four, five,
six times ♪

♪ ♪

- I gotta go.

He keeps blowing up my phone.

- Tania, you know you
don't care about him.

If you did, you wouldn't
be here with me.

- That's the problem.

I can't help myself.

You're like...a drug.

- Why are we
playing these games?

Drop the clown.

Be with me.

My mom and my
grandmother like you.

- OK.

I'm going to do it.

I'll let him know tomorrow.

- Just text him now.

Do it now.
I don't want you to leave.

♪ ♪

- OK.

OK, I'll do it.

♪ ♪

- ♪ We push it
as far as it goes ♪

♪ It's so wrong but we
gonna keep holding on ♪

♪ Already, we already know ♪

- It's OK.

It's gonna be fine.

- It's done.

- Martin, what do
you think you're doing?

The last place you need to
be going is on vacation.

We have work to do.

- Mother, I'm getting as far
away from you as possible, OK?

- Oh, is that about this
little thot from Brooklyn

that you brought to
the wedding today?

- Mother, she's not a thot.

So can you please
stop calling her that?

She's a good person
that makes me happy.

- There's been a lot of women
that have made you happy.

I need you to find one that's
more than just tits and ass

and that can make us
both happy, Martin.

You need a partner that
can fit into this family

and carry on our legacy.

- Mother, if you just
give her a chance,

she might be able
to just do that.

She's more than just a pretty
face and a beautiful body.

She has a special
quality to her.

- Oh, really,
then explain to me,

what does this woman
bring to the table,

other than a appetite?

- Mother, come on.

You're being unfair and
very judgmental right now.

- I just asked you a basic
question about somebody

that you claim to
have feelings for,

but you don't have an answer.

So I'm going to ask you again.

What do you know about
this woman, Martin?

I mean,
other than the obvious.

- She's an artist, and you
know how I feel about art.

Believe it or not, she wants
to be a graphic designer,

and I'm going to help
her do just that.

I'm not Malcolm, mother.

He can tolerate the misery
of not being with the person

that he loves, but I can't.

I'm different,
and she's different.

I'm not going to surrender to
your psychological warfare.

- Son, there are times to
draw the line in the sand.

This is not that time.

And I promise you,
she is not that one.

- There's no better time
than the present, Mother.

Goodbye.

- Hi.

Can I...sit?

- What are you doing here?

Aren't you supposed to
be on your honeymoon

or something, Mrs. Britton?

Oh, yeah, I saw you on
Page Six getting married.

- Well, you would have known
if you had just disappeared

from the after party.

What-- what's all this food?

Wait, is this--
is this all for you?

- Yes, I have a very...

personal relationship
with food, obviously.

I've been like this
since I was a kid.

I'm just kind of
an emotional eater.

I eat a lot when I'm stressed.

- Oh, wow.
You must be very stressed.

This doesn't have anything to
do with what my mother-in-law

did to your company, does it?

- What did your mother-in-law
do to my company?

Well, you know--

- Here you go, sir.
I'll leave this.

Whenever you're ready.
- Oh, no, no, here.

Here you go.

So, um...you want to
know what I want?

- Mm.

- I want to take a long walk
on the beach under the stars

while holding your hand
like I am right now.

- Mm, that sounds so romantic.

Like, how did I get so lucky?

- You know what?

I was thinking the
same exact thing.

- Mr. Britton,
your card was declined.

- Whoa, whoa, wait.
What do you-- what do you mean?

That's a Black without a limit.

- Must be some kind
of miscommunication

with your banking.

- Um...where were we?

- You were telling me
that you was gonna take me

on a romantic...

- Mm. OK.
- Romantic walk.

Mm-hmm.
- OK, so, yeah, on that walk,

I was thinking that maybe
we should plan a trip.

- OK.

- How does...

Paris sound?

- Mm-hmm.
- Or maybe Morocco.

Morocco's a really good
place to visit, too.

- I love both.
- OK, well, shit.

We should--

- This was declined as well.
- Sir, what--

give it here.
- Do you need me to pay?

- No.
No, of course not.

Keep the change.

Are you ready to go?

- Um, yes.

Are you OK?
- Yeah.

Actually, no, I'm not.
But I'll get it straight.

I'm gonna take you to my yacht.

And then I'm gonna go
take care of some business

with my mother, OK?
- OK.

- That's fine with you?
- Yes.

♪ ♪

- You canceled my credit cards?

- Yes, son.
And I blocked the trust, too.

- Why would you do that?

- Because of your
reckless behavior, Martin.

That's why.

Or did you actually think I
was going to allow you access

to those funds to
finance some fly

by night romance with that?

Oh, no, sweetheart.

I won't do that.

- "Let"?
Mother, that's my money.

- No, sweetie, it's my money

which I allow you access
via a trust.

See, but the key word
here is trust.

I'm the administrator.

You haven't earned that money.

It was given to you the
same way it was taken away.

- So you gonna just
punish me for being in love?

Is that it?
- No, sweetheart.

I'm teaching you a lesson.

Not everything
is for the world to see.

Now, your brother, he's a
prime example of discretion.

He understands the importance
of keeping up appearances.

But you, on the
other hand, you seem

to have gotten so caught up
in your feelings

that you have forgotten that.

- See, now you're really
taking this too far.

- You can say what
you want, Martin.

But perception is everything.

So you can leave

and be a broke ass
with your Brooklyn boo and--

what does Jesse say--
oh, live your best life,

or you can help your
brother and me continue

to build Britton legacy.

What's it gonna be, sweetheart?

I thought so.

Hi, son.

- Mother.

- I want you both to listen
to me and listen to me good.

The day that I stop
putting the best interests

of this family before
everything and everyone else

will be the day
that I close my eyes

and leave this Earth for good.

Do you understand?

I said, do you understand me?

- Yes, Mother.
- Yes, Mother.

- Good.

Now let's get to work.

♪ ♪

- Here she go.

- Hey, Martin.
This Karrin.

It's a little bit after 12:00.

You said you'll be
back four hours ago.

I mean, I've been leaving you
voice messages, text messages.

Where are you, babe?

- Yeah, I see why you like her.

I see that red bathing
suit she wearing.

- Mm-hmm, and I bought it.

- Of course you did.

- He's not going
to call you back.

- Why not?
Is he OK?

- Yeah, he's fine.
- OK.

- But you are trespassing.
- Trespassing?

No, I'm a guest
of Martin Britton. Yeah.

- You were a guest
of Martin Britton,

but that privilege
has been rescinded.

And Mrs. Britton has asked that
a restraining order be issued.

So you are not to come
within 100 feet of him

or any other Britton property.

Officers?

♪ ♪

- Uh-uh-uh-uh.

- What?

- Sorry, little bro.

But you not going to win
like this, not against Mother.

- So what are we
supposed to do,

just sit around and be
miserable for the rest

of our lives?

- No.

We wait for the perfect
moment,

and then we strike.

WWDD--

What Would Dad Do?

We're Brittons.

We do what's necessary.

- It's hard, man.

♪ ♪

- This doesn't have anything
to do with

what my mother-in-law
did your company, does it?

- What did your mother-in-law
do to my company?

- Well, she had the bank
orchestrate a deal

with Sing Transportation

to partner
and purchase Entech.

Her plan is to drive you
out of business.

- It's working.

Why would you help me?
You're a Britton.

- Vanessa, I'm gonna
need you to sign this.

- What is it?
- It's a prenup.

- I'm not signing this.

- Oh, then, sweetheart,
there'll be no wedding

this afternoon.

Thanks for stopping by,
Jeffery.

- This is Victor.

- Victor, it's Anthony Johnson.

- Yes, Anthony.
What can I do for you?

- Listen, I was hoping maybe
we could restructure our deal.

You know, I don't know,
maybe you...

something--you know, even if
it's a little less significant

than our previous agreement.

I need to recover some losses.

- Anthony, you're a nice man.

And honestly, I like you a lot.

I'd like to help.

Unfortunately,
that's not possible.

- 'Cause you sold me
out to the Brittons.

- I'm sorry, Anthony.

But like I told you
before, I had to do

what's best for my company.

- We should be able to
sell this place in no time.

- Oh, great.

Oh, one second.

- Yeah, go ahead.

- Anthony?

- Hey, babe.

- Where are you?

We got Leslie over here
doing a listing inspection.

- I'm just out by the water.

- Well, how close by the water?

- Not far.
I-I'm fine, babe.

- Look, let me come
out there with you.

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

I'm, uh, I'm-I'm good.
I'm just, uh...

you know, just need to think
some things through,

sort shit out, you know?

I just called to
tell you I love you.

Yeah, so it's Carolyn Britton
who tried to screw me.

So what?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait--
so what?

Hold on. Y-you just going to
let her beat you?

When you are the only person
who's ever stood up to her,

who's not afraid of her?

- Well, maybe that's
because I didn't

know what I was up against.

I mean, what do you
expect me to do?

- Anthony!

Anthony.

- Hey.

- Baby, what are you doing?

I was swimming.

- Swimming?

Oh, baby, are you OK?

Baby, we not going to
get a pool, all right?

We're just about
to sell our house.

I just put it on the
market with Leslie.

- We ain't selling shit.

♪ ♪

What we're about
to do in this town

is bigger than Carolyn Britton.

She might've won the battle...

but this war
is just beginning.

- Vanessa.

And I have to holler
at you because, dawg,

that prototype that you
sent me of that phone,

that's just incredible, bro.

- Uh, wow, thanks, man.

I'm really happy to hear that.

But I know you didn't
come all the way

out here just to tell me that.

- Naw, actually, I came out
here 'cause I have somebody

that I want you to meet.

You know, I told him
what y'all was working on,

and he did not
want to waste no time

to meet you and Vanessa.

- OK, well, who
is this somebody?

- Alexander.

- Yo, that's Alexander Cora,
the billionaire?

- Anthony, correct?

- Yes, sir.
- Nice to meet you Anthony.

Wyclef here has
told me quite a lot

about you and your company.

I must admit, I'm impressed.

- Highly impressed.
- Indeed.

Which is why I propose
that we discuss

a new partnership, Anthony,

with your company and my new
company, Cora Enterprises,

with, of course, Wyclef Jean
here as the face of the brand.

- Think about it.

Dr. Dre made billions
off them headphones.

Imagine what we going
to make with your phone.

- Yeah, more than a bank.

- You the man, babe.
- Can't tell me shit.

- I already knew
that, though!

- I ain't scared of nobody.

I scared of nothing.

We taking this whole shit.

Feelin' me?

- That's the man I married.
- OK? I'm serious.

I ain't scared of y'all
or none of y'all sharks,

on land or sea.

Look at all the sand.
Come on, baby.

Let's go home.

That's my man.

♪ ♪

- Oh, yes, yes, yes!

I did it, I did it,
I did it, I did it.

I did it.
Mmm...mmm!

Ooh, hallelujah.

Oh, Mom and Dad, guess what.

I did it.

I finally...
got our property back.

To you.

Oh, Jeffery.

What are you doing here?

- Evening, Aunt Carol.

Government dropped all the
charges against your husband.

Uncle Moses
is free to come home.

Is everything all right?

- Oh, no.

Oh, my.

♪ ♪