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- Mr. Johnson, there was
a burglary at your warehouse

in New Rochelle.
- What was taken?

Looks like everything.

- Don't be starting nothing
you ain't ready to finish.

- What makes you think
I can't finish it?

- There's no reason
why Gabby would

be pulled from the program,
so unfortunately,

Sydney's mistaken.

You're embarrassing
yourself and our family.

- And who is this?
- I'ma beat your ass.

- He needs to think
that I am still

the loyal, dutiful little wife,
just in case his ass gets out.

- To Monday.
- Welcome home.

- Damn!
That was amazing.

Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

- I've never seen you
so into it.

Look, looks like your boy Peter
had a good time last night.

I guess.

Let's forget about him.

Hello.

- This is a prepaid call
from an inmate

at Otisville Federal
Correctional Facility.

Press 1 to accept this call
from an inmate

at Otisville Federal
Correctional Facility.

Press 2 to decline the call.

Hello?

Carolyn.

Yes.

Yeah, it's me, Moses.

- I know it's you, Moses.
What's wrong?

Why does there have to be
something wrong, baby?

- Well, you're calling me
at the crack of dawn,

and the fact that
you're calling me at all

makes me assume
that something's wrong.

- I'm not calling you
because something is wrong,

but I do need something.

- Moses, I am not coming
down to that prison again.

It's beneath me.

And that was not part
of our agreement.

Carolyn, I understand that.

Despite the fact that it's you
that should be in here,

not me, remember?

Now, having said all of that,
I do need a favor.

What kind of favor?

- I need my dutiful wife
to be with me in the courtroom

tomorrow morning.

- Moses, you know I don't do
those type of things.

We agreed that I would
disassociate myself

from you and this whole scandal
to protect the bank.

God damn it, Carolyn!

I haven't asked you
for one thing

in the whole five years
I've been in this shithole.

Not one.

Not even
a pathetic conjugal visit,

which you promised me
if I took your fall.

All I asked you to do was just
to take care of the bank

and take care of my boys.

Which I have.

- And I am grateful for that,
but I need more.

It's important.

- I don't understand why it's
so important that I'm there.

You've had plenty
of hearings,

and I never had
to be there before.

This is different.

I'm on the verge
of getting out,

and I need a court
to see my supportive wife

sitting next to me
through this whole process.

A united effort.

I expect you to be there.

OK.

Fine, I'll be there.

Good.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Love you.

Love you, too.

So what was all that about?

- Well, apparently,
my husband has

a hearing tomorrow morning,

and he's requesting
my presence.

- No shit.
Wow.

Jeffery Bowen has proven to be
smarter than I thought he was.

He's really trying
to match me step for step.

- Christopher, I don't want
to hear that shit.

You're supposed to be the best.

- Come on now, baby,
I am the best, trust me.

And it makes sense for Moses
to want you to be there.

I mean, you are his wife.

- This whole thing
doesn't make sense.

Especially the part
you laying up here in my bed,

when you should be out

doing what
you're getting paid for.

Now, get dressed
and fix this shit.

I do not want that man
back here before Labor Day.

- I understand.
- Go, now.

- Oh, you mean right now?
- Yes, earn your money.

- Oh, yeah.
All right.

Morning, baby.

OK.

What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.

I'm just trying
to enjoy the view,

and you just keep bothering me.

Bothering you?

- Yeah, and I'm just trying
to enjoy the view, so--

Syd, I've been bothering you

for about three or four times
a week

for the last 20-plus years?
Why are you suddenly tripping?

- I'm not tripping.
- Oh, no, you tripping.

- Oh, so that's--
that's what we're doing.

Not only are you the dictator
of our family,

you're trying to be
the dictator of my body too.

Got it.
- OK.

Dictator of your body?
Dictator of our family?

What the--what the hell's
going on here?

- It's exactly
what I said, Anthony.

Because our daughter is about
to be part of a program

that I don't agree with,
just because you want her to.

- OK, that's what
this shit is about.

Our daughter is 20 years old,
and old enough

to make her own decisions.
- OK, dictator.

Mm-hmm.

So I'm gonna make
some decisions of my own too.

I'm deciding that you're
not gonna get any of this.

OK?

My body, my choice.

- You know this is stupid,
right?

This is some bullshit.
Come on.

- Look, I don't care
what you call it, all right?

Because right now,
all I want to do

is go take a shower,
since I can't just enjoy

the view, Mr. Dictator.

Take care of it yourself.

Mr. Dictator, huh?

You sure you want to take
that shower by yourself?

- OK, wait, wait.
- What?

Sorry.

Sorry, get up.

What's wrong, baby?

- I'm married.
That's what's wrong.

Oh, shit.

You was talking
all that shit last night.

What happened to,
"Fuck my husband"?

- Yeah, I was drunk.
Very drunk.

What's the problem?

You always act like this
the morning after?

Hmm?

- Aries, this shouldn't
have happened, OK?

I got to go.

- Well, he should have thought
about that

before he left you alone
last night.

Come on.
- Shit.

Fuck my husband!
Ah!

Yeah, just a dream.

A dream.

Shit.

- Hey, hey, hey,
what's happening, young buck?

- Not much.
My dad'll be down in a minute.

I can go grab him.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait a minute.

Wait a minute.
What's the matter?

There's really nothing.

- Come on, man,
I'm not your pops.

You ain't got to bullshit me.

- You know I signed up
for that mentorship program?

- So did Simone.
Man, that's a great program.

I was a part of it
when I was in college.

So what's the matter?

- For some weird reason,
they assigned me

Reverend Chauncey as my mentor.

- Man, get out of here.
He ain't done that in years.

Man, I thought he retired.

- Yeah, as far
as I'm concerned,

he could have stayed retired.
- Hold up.

What's that supposed to mean?

- Look, no disrespect,
I believe in God

and everything, but, I mean,
I have no interest whatsoever

in becoming a pastor.

I'm going to school
for computer science.

What can Reverend Chauncey
teach me about that?

Man, a whole lot.

Look, man, you young people
think you know it all.

Look, let me ask you something.

Do you know
what Reverend Chauncey did

before he came pastor
at the church?

- Preach somewhere else?
I don't know what--

See, I didn't think so.

Look, man,
Reverend Chauncey was one

of the top head developers
over at IBM.

I mean, one of
the top Black executives.

He was head VP

of a development program
or something like that.

- Reverend Chauncey?
- Yes.

No, you can't be serious.

- Look, man, he broke
all kind of racial barriers,

earned respect from some
of the top level executives.

Look, he taught me more
than my college professors

about business,
wealth creation, and life.

Wow, I--

I had no idea, Uncle Mike.
That's crazy.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
well, now you know.

But he must see something
real special in you

to come out of retirement.

So don't fuck it up.

I won't, man.

I appreciate the heads up.

- Not a problem, nephew.
Right on.

- My dad's taking
his sweet time.

I'ma go get him,
all right?

- It's all good.
I'ma enjoy this weather.

- Wow.
Reverend Chauncey.

Morning.

- That must have been
a heck of a party,

you just getting in
at the crack of dawn.

Yeah, it was.

I ended up getting tipsy,

so I just stayed
at Aunt Carolyn's.

I'm not surprised.

If there is one thing
the Brittons do well,

it's throw a party.

I'm just glad
you had a good time.

Yeah, me, too.

You were missed, though.

- I'm really sorry
that I had to take off

like that last night.

I got that unexpected call
from a client,

but it's
a very important client.

- Mm-hmm, yeah, I know.
I know.

You already told me.

I'm pretty sure
it's the same client

that you've been
having emergencies for

for the past few weeks.
- It is.

But there is something
I've got to tell you.

What is it?

- I'm really, really sorry,
and I love you very much.

Secondly, my client.

- The one you've been
disappearing to see

and won't tell me about?
- Yes.

- You know,
honestly, Jeffrey,

there's no need to do this, OK?

I don't--I don't even
have the energy

to even argue about it.
- Neither do I,

which is why I cannot keep it
a secret from you anymore.

Really?

What about
attorney client privilege?

What about it?

You are my wife, and that means
you are part of my team.

The most important part.

Baby, my client...

is your Uncle Moses.

And tomorrow,
I'm getting him released.

- Don't play with me, Jeffrey.
- I'm not.

That's what I've been working
on in secret all this time.

Oh, my God.

So Uncle Moses is coming home.
- Yes.

- Aunt Carolyn
is going to love this.

That is debatable.

And for now, you cannot
tell her or anybody else.

- Well, wait.
Why not?

- Because, frankly,
we don't trust her.

Me nor Moses.
- Why?

- Because all I can say is
that she's been working

against us, not for us.

Oh, OK.

- Good, this will all be over
in a few days, OK?

OK.

- In the meantime,
mmm, mmm, mmm.

You and I can get back
to working on that baby.

Maybe go a little sailing.
- Ugh, right now?

- Ooh, yes,
right now, right now.

- Jeffrey.
- Please.

- I'm hungover, OK?
I need to shower.

- Ooh, we can shower together.
Come on.

OK, babe, wait, just hold on.

Maybe just give me a minute.

I will give you ten.

- Good afternoon,
Reverend Chauncey.

Good afternoon, Eli.

- I saw your car parked up
in the parking lot.

Thought we might have a chat.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you.

- What's on your mind?
- Well, it's about the church.

- What about it?
- Nothing bad.

How long have you been pastor
over there?

Over 20 years now.

- Wow,
that's a pretty long time.

Well, I bet you know
every single family

in the community, huh?

- Well, maybe not all of them,
but at least 90% of them.

As pastor,
I'm kind of an ambassador.

Oh, like the Pope.

- Oh, I wouldn't put it
that way.

I don't have absolute power,
nor am I seeking it.

- But you are in charge
of the church's upkeep

and maintenance, right?

- Yes, as pastor,
it's part of the job.

- Mm-hmm.
How's that going?

Is everything good?

- The roof leaks
every now and then,

and we may have
a plumbing issue

with the cesspool
from time to time,

but it's holding up just fine,
considering

it's the oldest structure
in the community.

And why all the questions, Eli?

- What if I told you
I had a proposition

that could help you
replace the roof

and update the cesspool,
plus put a couple

of thousand dollars
in your pocket?

What would you say about that?

I'd say, what's the catch?

You don't get something
for nothing these days,

and you don't appear to be
the looking for salvation

type of guy.

And I'm not.

But if you are willing to talk

to a few of your parishioners

who have fallen on hard times
and maybe suggest

that they sell
their homes to me,

then I'd be more than happy
to give you a finder's fee.

And I'd send some guys
over to the church

to put on a new roof
and cesspool.

What do you think?

What do I think?

I think you better get
the hell out of my sight

before I take my fishing knife
and gut you

like a humpback porgy,
you slimy bastard.

Excuse me.

- You got a problem
with English, Eli?

Because I think
I was pretty damn clear.

Now get the hell out
of my sight with your devilry.

Respectfully, of course.

After all, I'm a man of God.

Yes, you are, sir.

So I think you might be able
to understand

that there is money to be made
here for everyone.

OK? You must realize

you have congregants
who have property taxes owed

and have big debts.

See, I'm just trying to be
proactive and a good neighbor

and give them an alternative
that they can profit from.

- What you're trying to do
is infiltrate the community

we built
and dismantle it from within

for your own personal gain.

- No, sir, that is not right.
- Yes, it is.

And you thought I was gonna be
greedy enough to sell out

my people and be your Tom.
- No, I did not say that.

You didn't have to.

It's written
all over your face.

- Sir, what I thought was
that you were smart enough man

to realize times have changed.

And soon,
so will this community.

Over my dead body.

Now get the hell away from me.

- OK.
Have a good day, sir.

- Excuse the foul language,
Lord,

but we both know
it was well deserved.

And I know I'm forgiven.

Oh, boy.

Hey, it's Reverend Chauncey.

I need to see you first thing
tomorrow morning.

We have a bigger problem
than we thought.

OK.

Lord, Lord, Lord.

Yo.

- Listen, man,
they really cleaned us out.

I mean, they took
every damn thing,

everything.

- I'm still trying
to figure out

how they were able to do it
so damn fast.

And they were masked too.

But you know the part
that blew my mind?

They had
a damn tractor trailer.

You know what?

Maybe Alexander
was on to something.

Maybe it was an inside job.

Somebody at the factory maybe?

- What?
Like somebody like Jake?

- Hmm.
- No.

No, I don't think so.

But the good thing is,
I did talk

to the insurance agent,
and we are good

for the monetary damages,
and we do have

the new security system
being installed

later this afternoon.

- Not that we have anything
needed to be secured.

Yeah, yeah, true, true.

But even though this
was a minor mishap,

it's still
giving us enough time

to get some more chips
for those phones

we have to order.
- About that.

Come on, man!

What is it now?

Don't tell me
we can't get a mass shipment.

- Look, we got the phones,
all right?

That's not the problem.

I've been going through
the model specs.

Hey, you know me,
I tore that phone apart

to try to resolve the issue
and troubleshoot it.

It's not the chip.

- Then what the hell
is it then?

- It's the processor we use.
That's the malfunction.

So the phone is fine.

You just can't get
on the damn internet.

- So whoever stole
those phones from us

got some worthless
piece of shit

that can't even get
on the internet.

Exactly.

- Good afternoon, Syd.
- Good afternoon.

Guess you got my text
about your boy Bobby

and how he was acting
on the boat last night.

I hope you cussed his ass out.
- Well, you know what?

Considering the fact
that he didn't even come home

last night, I didn't even
have the chance to.

- Well, I believe it
'cause I can't believe the way

he was acting.
- You know what?

Honestly, like,
don't even get me started.

Like, I've seen the pictures,

and I've seen them videos, too,

so just spare me
the rest of the details.

And not even to mention,
I didn't even tell you this.

Some random chick,
she showed up to the house,

had the same exact bracelet
that Bobby had bought me.

Not this one.
I left that one at his house.

- Because I know you
wouldn't still be wearing it.

- Yeah, that's why, honestly,
I need to come home.

Home?

Yeah, home, Syd.

This is the only home
I have right now.

- Now look, Karrin,
I already told you,

you were moving way too fast
with this Bobby boy situation.

And I know you just doing it
because you're trying

to get back at Martin.

Do you even really like
this man?

I do like him.

And not to mention,
he is kind of hot,

and he has a lot of money, too.

Hot and money, that's it?

- I mean, we do, like,
have an amazing time

when we do spend time together.

And then the chemistry is off
the chain in every which way.

Well, look, I--

I can't tell you what to do.

Well, come here.

Come here.

Baby sis, I can tell you
that you deserve a man

that's not gonna just be
acting a fool in public

and not even come home
at night.

That's crazy.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Maybe I'll just have, like,
what, a conversation, right?

- I mean, like I said,
I can't tell you what to do.

But you know you always
have a home here.

But like I said,
right now, that's all I got.

Hope you figure it out.
- Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

- It's such
a beautiful afternoon.

- It is.
It's very pretty.

- I'm so glad
you joined me for lunch.

- Thank you
so much for having me.

- Oh, thank you.
- Carolyn, hello.

I'm glad I caught you
before you left.

- Well, I can't say the same
about you, Eli.

- OK, Carolyn,
now why the hostility?

It's not very neighborly
of you.

I'm not your neighbor.

And I don't owe you shit.

- That's not true.
We live on the same street.

And so does this young lady.

Isn't that right?

- She's not
your neighbor either.

And I would appreciate it
if you didn't speak to her.

You are not a neighbor
to anyone around here.

- OK, um, I'm guessing
that this reaction

is from the properties
I've acquired.

- Poached.
And yes.

So please don't act
as if we owe you

any kind of pleasantries
because we don't.

OK.

You know, I'm really surprised
by your behavior here.

I mean, you are one of the
smartest businesswomen I know.

And you, of all people,
should understand

my recent
property acquisitions.

I mean, the economy's
taken quite a hit

the last few years.

I'm merely taking advantage of
the opportunities to recover,

and that's all.

- Oh, you're taking advantage,
all right.

But it's not recovering.
It's raping and pillaging.

But let me be very clear.

I'm not gonna just sit back
and let you do this.

So this little plan
you think you got going on,

it's gonna fail,
and you're gonna go down

right along with it.

- No, no, Carolyn,
there is no plan.

OK, you may not
consider us neighbors,

but we've always shared
one thing in common.

We're both strategists.

Yeah.

We could be good friends,
you and I.

- Let me put you
on notice about my strategy.

I'm going to run your ass
out of my community,

and you will leave
either willingly or not.

Is that a threat, Carolyn?

- Oh, Eli,
I would never do that.

But it is a promise.

Let's go, sweetheart.

You all right, bro?

I will be.

I feel your pain, bro.

Take it easy, man.

Hey, what's up, Karrin?

Hey, what's up?

- Bobby didn't tell me
you was going to be here.

- Well, I didn't know
that I needed his permission.

You don't.

But, you know,
maybe should have called.

Cornelius, whatever.

Where's Bobby at?

Hey, you want a drink?

Come on, come have
a drink with your boy.

No, I'm good.

Anyway, answer the question.
Where's Bobby?

He'll be back in a minute.

- That's why.
- This is nice.

Oh, damn.

- I promise.
Unless you want to.

No, no, no, no.

Don't worry about--
- Nah, what the--

I know she don't got her hands
all up on my man like that.

- Oh, she's just
fixing his collar.

It's--you know?

Can I get you to--

give me--give me,
like, five seconds, maybe ten.

I'll be back.
Gotta see a friend of mine.

I'll be right back.
Stay right there.

Ooh, ooh!

Look at, got your legs out.
What's up, baby?

When you get here?
I ain't know you--

- What's up?
- What?

- Yeah, don't even touch me.
You know what?

You're super,
super disrespectful.

Yeah, because I seen you
all boo'd up with that bitch,

and I know that that's
the same bitch

that was at the house.
- No, that's--that--

me and her, we just cool.

Man, it's like a friend, baby.

Don't even trip.
- No.

What?

- I thought you said
that I was special.

- I did.
And you are special, baby.

I meant that when
I said, uh, uh, uh,

what I said about you
being special, you know?

Come on.
You know what? Fuck it.

You just blowing my--
my high right now.

OK? Come on.

- You know, honestly,
I don't even have

to deal with this.

- Oh, you ain't got
to deal with it?

- No.
- Then get along.

- I'm out.
- Be out, shit.

Be the fuck out.
It's all good.

Cool, hit it.
Good, it's your loss.

It ain't mine.
Go ahead.

If you want to go, bye.

Man, listen, I don't need
nothing bringing me down.

You know what I'm saying?
Shit. Stress.

- Know about this right here.
- Yeah, yes.

- Well, I'm gonna go
find me one.

- Yeah, go ahead, go ahead.
Looking good.

Holla at you.
I know. I know. I know. I know.

Karrin, what's wrong?

- I'm fine.
Just leave me alone, please.

Look, come on.

Now, you know
I'm not gonna let you

walk out here by yourself
this late at night.

- Why do you even care
what happens to me?

- Come on, Karrin,
you know why.

Stop playing and just let me
take you home, all right?

- Fine.
Take me.

Are you sure you're OK?

He didn't put his hands
on you, did he?

- No, he didn't put
his hands on me.

I'm just in my feelings.

Can you just take me, please?

All right, come on.

Are you sure you don't want
to go anywhere and talk?

About what?

There's nothing
for us to talk about.

- I actually think that there's
a lot for us to discuss.

I've been wanting to talk
to you for a while now.

Funny because you had
nothing to say to me

on the night of the yacht.

- Karrin, I promise you,
I did not know

that was gonna go down
like that,

and I'm deeply so sorry
for it, all right?

- You're sorry,
but not in the way

that you think you are.
You're trifling.

That's what you are,
Martin, trifling.

OK.

You're right, I deserve that.

I shouldn't have let
my mother treat you that way.

But, Karrin, I--

I still love you, OK?

Your problem, not mine.

You damn sure don't love me
enough to stand up

to your mother, right?

Right.

Let's go.

Slow down right here.
You can let me out right here.

Here?

I can take you to your house,
Karrin.

Yes, right here.

I wouldn't want your mom
to see me

getting out your Porsche.
- Karrin.

I love you.

- Thanks for the ride,
Mr. Britton.

Mother.

What is it, Martin?

- You weren't at
breakfast this morning.

Where are you going?

- I have an appointment
in the city,

and then I'm gonna stop by
the office.

So I should be back
before dinner.

OK, well, I'ma ride with you.

I'ma grab my briefcase
real quick.

- No, no, no, no,
because my meeting

is not by the office,
and if it's about

that floozy
you were with this morning--

No, it's not.

And where exactly is you going
that I can't ride with you?

- It's a personal matter,
and it's important,

which is why I need
to hurry up and get there,

so I'm not late.

- A personal matter, Mother?
What is going on?

- Boy, what part
of personal matter

don't you understand?
Now, I need to go, Martin.

Goodbye.

Thank you, Dominique.

Tyler, grab that blue binder

from top
of that bookshelf, please.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- Michael Donovan told me
that you used to work for IBM.

Is that true?
- It is.

- Wow, so you really were
one of the Black pioneers

in computer science.

That's amazing.

- I don't know
about being a pioneer,

but we did open a lot of doors

for other
young Black professionals

like yourself.
- I appreciate that, sir.

I just did my part.

We all have to in life.

That's why we have
to preserve our legacy here.

What's that?

- This is the charter
for the Black Hamptons.

It's the one thing
we have to stand on

when our way of life
is being threatened.

- Chauncey?
- Oh.

- Hi.
- Good morning, Leslie.

- Good morning.
How are you?

Oh, I'm fine.

You know Tyler Johnson,
don't you?

Yes, of course I do.

- I'm mentoring him
this summer.

- Oh, congratulations.
You have an excellent mentor.

- Thank you, Mrs. Bowen.
- You're welcome.

Reverend Chauncey
can teach you a lot.

- Oh, he already has
taught me so much.

Good.

Reverend, things are starting
to get out of hand.

The Cunningham house
is under contract.

- Bradshaw LLC.
- Yes, sir.

Please have a seat.

Wait a minute.

Why would the Cunninghams
want to sell their house

in the middle of the summer?

I mean, just out of the blue?

- Because they were given
an offer they can't refuse.

And their children
would rather take the money

than inherit the house
that's been in their family

for generations.
- That's messed up.

That's what we're up against.

Yeah, but why, though?

I mean, don't they care
about the Black Hamptons

and what that stands for?

- Because for some,
the green in your pocket

means more
than the color of your skin

and the legacy
of the community.

- Well, Reverend, you've known
the Cunninghams for years.

Is there any way
you can talk to them?

I'll try.

- And you think
you can change their minds?

- Well, I doubt
if he'll be able to do that,

but what we need for them
is to be open to other options.

- Well,
I could certainly do that.

You have a buyer in mind?
- I'm working on it.

I'm meeting with a client
from the city today.

- OK, sorry, Tyler,
we're going to have to cut

the first session short.

- Actually, Reverend Chauncey,
I'd like to go with you,

if you don't mind.
- You would?

- Hell, yeah.
I'm sorry.

I know I'm young,
but I'm a member

of this community.

It's my future
to fight for too.

- Sure is, young man.
Sure is.

OK.

Karrin!

How you doing?
- Oh, God.

Hey, Martin.

- Well, you looking
beautiful as usual.

How are you feeling?

- Apparently, not as good
as I look, but thanks.

No problem.

You mind if I talk to you
for a minute?

You, um, talk to Bobby Britton?

- No, I ain't talk
to Bobby Britton.

And truth be told,
like, I don't even have shit

to say to him at all.
Like, I'm done.

Come on, Karrin.

Now, you know--you know
that's the anger talking.

Anger?

No, like I'm pissed.

Bobby boy is a--

an attention-seeking,
womanizing asshole.

You know what else, too?

It's best that he stay
far, far, far away from me.

Listen, for his sake.

- Can't say I'm not glad
to hear that.

- I bet.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm not--I'm not--

I'm not saying it like that.

I just hate the way
that he treats you.

You deserve better.

You know that.

- Funny, 'cause the last time
that I can recall,

you treated me like--

- Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Karrin,
I'm not Bobby, all right?

And despite things
in-between us,

I've always treated you--
- What? Like a queen?

Exactly.

Because that's what you are.

- Martin, don't do that.
- Do what?

Huh?

Tell you how much I miss you?

How much it infuriated me
every time

I seen you with Bobby?

Or how about how
I can't get you out of my head

if my life depended on it?

Karrin, more importantly,

how much I love you.

- Yeah, but what about--
- No, no, no, no, no.

All you need to worry about
is you and me.

We here, all right?

- Moses.
- Hey, man.

- Hey.
How you holding up?

Have a seat.
Have a seat.

We have Judge Nelson today.

- Carolyn!
- Hey, hey.

What are you doing here?

- I believe it's safe to say
I'm here for the same reason

as you, supporting Dad.
Am I late?

Where are you going?
- Remember where you are.

Let's do it.

- You shouldn't be here,
Malcolm.

- Is that why you didn't
tell me about what's going on?

- Look, I'm doing what's best
for you and this family.

Let's go.
- Wait. Where are you going?

- I shouldn't be here,
and neither should you.

Let's go.
- I'm not going anywhere.

Dad is in there fighting
for his freedom.

- He is not gonna be released,
Malcolm.

What?

- I mean, we don't know
if he's gonna be released.

That's up to the judge, not us.

- Mother, you need to be here.
This is important.

- And so is running
a damn bank,

which is exactly why
neither one of us

needs to be seen here.

Now for the last time,
let's go!

Boy, have you lost
your damn mind?

- You're walking back
through those doors with me.

- No, no, that is not
going to happen.

And either you are with me
or you are against me.

So make up your mind, Malcolm.

Oh, OK.

Malcolm, was that Carolyn?

- Yeah.
- What was that all about?

Is she really leaving?

She's already left.

I just can't understand why she
wouldn't tell us about this.

- Well, you know I always have
your best interest at heart.

You deserved to know.

He's your father.

- I really appreciate
you caring.

You've always been
a sister I never had.

- Come on, let's go.
- Yeah.