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- Previously on "Sacrifice"...

[screaming] [alarm ringing]

[dramatic music]

- [gasps]

- Thank you so much. - Miss Hernandez?

- Yes? - You've been served.

?

- I announce my candidacy for mayor.

- But now that you've officially announced,

I have to know where the skeletons are.

- LA's first Black woman mayor must look impeccable.

- I got two names for you:

Dom fucking Mayfield and Daniella Hernandez.

- What's going on with the Criterion shares

my father left me?

I need to protect my seat at the table.

When I took over Blackgammon,

I promised to protect you and its legacy.

- Is it done?

- ? The homeys died around age 11 ?

? 16 when I got my first brick ?

? 18, made the flip to six ?

- Replacing me with a bitch on my song

that made you famous.

- Get the fuck out. - You ain't me!

- I'm tired of your shit, man. - [grunts]

- Stop. - All right, let's go.

That's enough. - How'd I do?

- 159 out of a possible 180. - What?

- Look, it's gonna be hard...

but I'll be there.

We've got this.

- Uh, hold up on the "we," Jason.

I've got this.

- Brought some takeout for you, Ruby.

- Just leave it.

- She's not ready.

? ?

- [weeps]

- I mean, a new album from Dom Mayfield,

just might be hot.

Just saying, you should have an album of your own.

- I think a lot about that.

- [moans]

[car door closes]

- Shit. Get down. - [groans]

[tires screech]

[gunshots]

- Go ahead and step back, guys.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[State of Torpor's "You Found Me"]

- ? I went looking for you ?

- Hey.

- ? You came looking for me ?

? I went looking for you ?

- Where was you at?

You supposed to be keeping me safe.

- Back that way. Yeah.

- ? I went looking for you ?

- This is the kind of shit that happens

when [indistinct]. This ain't on me.

This is on you, all right?

- Do your damn job.

- Go ahead and step back, guys.

?

- ? You found me ?

- Hey.

Dani. Dani, are you okay?

Oh, my God, what the hell happened?

Hey! Hey, no pictures.

No!

[hip-hop music]

?

- [sighs]

[uneasy music]

?

[panting]

[sighs]

?

[car door closes] - Shit! Get down.

[grunts]

?

[gunshots]

[glass shatters]

?

[sighs]

? ?

- Why you always in my shit?

- 'Cause you're the one they're always after.

- Yeah? Maybe it was the crew

of the drug suppliers she helped take down.

- Yo. This feels like Syngem to me.

- Syngem? - Yeah, they done tried

to kill Arnold at Jameson's party.

Maybe this is just them trying to clean up loose ends.

- What the hell is Syngem?

- They killed Dani's parents.

- But why go after her?

- Because she's been asking questions.

- Or maybe it was the asshole you hit at the BET awards.

- Unger? He ain't got the balls to do this.

- Why do you gotta start shit

everywhere you go? - Why you bringin' the heat

towards me, man? - Stop it. Stop it!

- I'm sorry, babe. - I don't need the "sorry."

Just quit arguing.

Ready to go? - Go where?

- We thought maybe you might want to lay up

and, you know, relax today.

- Yeah, babe, let's chill out

until we get a fix on who came after us.

- Chill out?

I've got businesses to run, clients to serve,

and a life to live.

We all do.

I appreciate your concern. I do.

But what we all need to be doing right now is our jobs.

Dom, go to the studio, finish those albums.

Miguel... - Yeah.

- Let's go. - And I can find the driver

that put you in the kill zone.

This is the driver's cell phone number

I called last night to pull the car around.

Now it's going straight to voicemail.

- All right. I'm on it. - All right?

- You're a boss, baby. I'll hit you later.

- Thanks.

- I'll pull the car around.

?

[door closes]

- This is a major optics problem, Bev.

A serious mayoral candidate cannot be photographed

comforting a shady attorney after she

and her thug rapper boyfriend were shot at.

- Daniella Hernandez is not a shady attorney.

And more importantly, she's my friend.

- Not good enough.

What the hell were you doing at the scene?

- I'm the district attorney.

I'm invested in the community I serve.

I am never gonna pass an active crime scene

without stopping to see if I can help.

- Brilliant.

That's exactly the way we spin it.

- It's-it's not a spin.

- We need to do a press conference.

- When? - Now.

Reporters are already fishing. We need to get in front of this

before the story has a chance to build steam.

Holly? Candace. Connect me with the city desk.

[door closes]

? ?

- My God, are you okay? - I'm fine.

- You sure? Shit looked hardcore, boss.

- You must have been so afraid.

- I don't want to talk about it.

We got a lot of work to do.

- What do you need?

- Set up a meeting with the asshole attorney

that served me on the red carpet.

Joel Thompkins.

Find out everything you can about him.

- Yes, ma'am. - Not necessary.

I got your text last night, already checked him out.

He's-he's a low-rent ambulance chaser

from the Valley.

Yeah, the biggest settlement he's ever gotten

was a couple hundred K. We're gonna bury him.

- You're sure? - See for yourself.

Right? - Um, I have their managers

on speed... - [chuckles]

- And so I'll be on the phone with them...

- Thanks Josh. - You're welcome.

- If you could set it up for a meeting tomorrow,

that would be great.

- Flatten the hook and tighten it up.

- Yo, D...

- ? I just keepin' my distance from all the fake fights.?

- We already in them streets.

We'll find this asshole.

- Check on Jameson's crew.

They probably still feel some type of way

about that takedown.

- Right. - All right.

Might as well check out Unger's trash ass too, man.

- Unger? - Yeah.

I had to touch that nigga up at the awards.

I don't think he got the juice

to put nothin' together that quick.

But check it out anyway.

- ? They fly on it like a Learjet ?

- I find out who did it,

what do you want done?

- Nothing. Until I get there.

- Right. - All right.

[indistinct chatter]

- Excuse me.

Hey, this is the DA's office

not your fuckin' bedroom.

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

I found the footage of the drugs being loaded

into Jameson's club.

- I definitely want to see it,

but I don't have time right now.

- Okay. What is going on?

- I have to do a press conference.

I guess me being on the front page

with Daniella isn't playing well.

[knock at door] - We're ready, Bev.

- Uh, can we meet this afternoon, Jason?

- Yeah. Yeah, no problem. - Thanks.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

- You look great.

- [exhales]

- Hey. You're the guy from the fire, right?

The one who pulled out all those people?

- Not me.

- You work for Daniella Hernandez.

- That's him. - Definitely.

There she is. There she is.

- Miss Hernandez, who shot at you?

- Was it Dom Mayfield they were after?

- Do you have any enemies?

- Was this about Jameson?

- Miss Hernandez! One statement. Please.

- Miss Hernandez, if you could just tell us something...

- Hernandez, please, who shot at you?

- Miss Hernandez, are you in danger?

Is this something that's gonna be constant?

Do you have something to worry about?

- Who would do... - Is this about...

- Anything like this? - Jameson?

- Miss Hernandez, don't you want your side

of the story to get out?

- Miss Hernandez! Please!

[tense music]

?

- Hi. - Hi.

Who the hell took a shot at you?

- Please, I don't want to talk about it.

I'm fine, really.

- Mm.

And what's this supposed to be?

It's called, uh, "Codex," 2019.

- It's a Shinique Smith original.

- [chuckles] Bunch of squiggly lines.

- It's not about the lines.

It's about the gestures.

- Right.

I like it the way it used to be.

- I bet.

But this is Dom's office now.

- Right.

Since he took over,

the entire label is about to be bankrupt.

- What are you talking about?

The company didn't buy the painting.

And Dom didn't take over until after the fire.

- And plus, it was Jameson's criminal activity

that they're claiming voids the venue insurance policy.

- And who brought Jameson into the company?

[intercom beeps] - Miss Hernandez?

[mic clicks] - [sighs] Yes?

- Your appointment's here.

- Let him in.

Look, I know I'm responsible for Jameson.

But I will not let the family business go under

or the Shaw name be tarnished.

- I understand there's some questions

about a photo from a crime scene last night.

- Miss Rucker, you must be aware

of Dom Mayfield's past? - Very.

- Then why were you with him last night?

- Daniella Hernandez and I are friends,

but I wasn't with them.

We all just happened to be at the BET awards

as were thousands of other people.

On the way home, my driver alerted me

to an active crime scene, and I instructed him to stop.

I had no idea Mr. Mayfield

or Miss Hernandez were involved.

- Then why stop?

- I'm the Los Angeles District Attorney.

I care about this city and its citizens.

In fact, there has never been a crime scene

where I didn't stop to see if I could be of service

to either the victims or to law enforcement.

I could hide in my office

while the men and women under my authority

do their dangerous jobs

or I could be out there with them,

doing what I can.

Just like with the Jameson arrest-

I was in the middle of it.

- Did you tell her to tie it to the Jameson thing?

- Did that all on her own.

[mellow hip-hop beat]

?

- That's it. - Yo, D.

- Yo. - Streets are clean.

- You checked out Unger?

- I personally know Unger's number two.

I hit him up.

Said they wasn't involved. I believe him.

- What about Jameson's crew?

- They not even mad.

None of them liked that ho anyway.

Besides, her crew got they own game runnin'.

- So no one we know. - Nah.

Yo, what was that beat? - What?

- When I walked in, there was a beat playin'.

It's new, right? - Yeah, man.

After the fire and that close call last night,

got me thinkin',

might be time for a solo album.

- A new album? Seriously?

- I know. It's been a minute. - Too damn long, brother.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Man, you about to change the whole damn game-again.

- Run that back.

[mellow hip-hop beat playing]

- That's hard.

[music fades]

- All of them, man.

Young blood, let me holler at you for a second.

- Yeah. What's up? - Can you track

a cell phone number of a phone that's been turned off?

- I can track anything. All I need is time.

- Great.

Check this out.

This the cellphone number

of the driver that set Dani up last night.

- All right.

I'll call you when I have something.

- [knocks on desk] Appreciate it.

[sighs]

[sly music]

?

- Hi.

Is Mr. Thompkins on his way?

- God, I hope not.

- I'm Josephina Estrada.

But please, call me Josie.

- Who's Joel Thompkins? - Oh, that...

I thought it best a local attorney reach out.

- So you just happened to pick a local nobody

with a office in the Valley.

- Is he in the Valley?

It's so difficult to tell exactly where an LA office is

all the way from Manhattan.

Maybe things are different in Manhattan,

but here, attorneys don't serve each other at public events.

- I would never do that.

- You served me on the red carpet

at the BET Awards.

- Joel Thompkins did. From the Valley.

Mr. Shaw, it's an honor to meet

a music industry legend.

- Who you're about to destroy.

- I am certain we can come up with an agreement

that doesn't destroy anyone.

- There's no suit amount listed on this complaint.

- And you are? - Joshua Lange, co-council.

- There's no amount listed

because I'm still gathering plaintiffs.

I am glad that you called this initial meeting, though.

It never hurts to get to know one another

before starting a negotiation.

- No.

There won't be need for negotiation

or court involvement of any kind.

While we work out these insurance company difficulties,

which I'm sure you're well aware of,

I'll secure an $80 million pool

to help the victims of the fire.

- My class is over 50 now.

And as I said, more join every day.

No.

$80 million isn't going to be close.

- You'll never get more than that.

- Ever hear of the Station Nightclub fire

in Rhode Island? - I have. Mm.

- The settlements there totaled $176 million.

20 years ago.

- But 100 people died in that fire.

Only 14 died here.

- If you want to go to court with the defense

that only 14 people died so it isn't that big a deal,

be my guest.

But if I were your attorney, I wouldn't recommend it.

Where I'm staying in LA is on the back of that card.

I'll be waiting for your call.

[ominous music]

?

- Josephina Estrada...

magna cum laude, Yale Law, class of 2010.

Junior associate at Rifkin, Haberman, and Barnes

since 2011.

- [scoffs]

That's one of the biggest firms in Manhattan.

- She was profiled last year in "The National Law Journal."

And for winning the largest...

[sighs]

The largest personal injury case

in New York history.

[sighs]

- "He's an ambulance chaser from the Valley.

We're just gonna roll over him."

- You told me to look into Joel Thompkins.

No.

No, I didn't ask you to do anything.

I asked Somwon.

And he wouldn't have screwed this up.

- And how was I supposed to know

she used a front man? - Excuse me.

Can you leave us?

I'd like to speak with my granddaughter.

? ?

- [sighs]

?

- That $80 million, that was your money, isn't it?

?

That's not gonna solve this problem.

- Grandpa...

I told you not to worry, and I meant it.

Okay?

I'll call you later.

We're gonna figure this out. I always do.

- [scoffs softly]

?

- You handled that beautifully.

- Just told the truth.

- Yeah, but tying it to the Jameson arrest

was masterful.

Beverly Rucker, Steven Lark. I asked him to come.

- For...

- He's a professional fundraiser.

- Yep. And I've been doing this a long time, Miss Rucker.

And, trust me, you have a real shot at mayor...

provided we can stay ahead

of your personal scandal machine.

- My what?

- Daniella Hernandez.

- No one's gonna give us money with her draggin' you down.

- I'm not gonna stay away from my friend

because she was shot at.

- Okay.

Well, um, what about this?

Now, if you look closely, you can clearly see

the drugs and other paraphernalia

on the side table. - Where did you get these?

- That's not the question.

- The question is if I got them,

who else could?

[uneasy music]

?

- We should have talked about this.

- I only found out myself when Steven showed them-

- I mean about hiring a fundraiser.

When I ran for DA,

I did it with grassroots support.

I didn't want to owe anyone anything.

I still don't. - Okay.

But this is mayor of Los Angeles.

- Thank you for coming.

- Beverly- - Hey, no, no.

It's all right, Candace.

If Miss Rucker believes that she can become

the first Black woman to be mayor

in the history of Los Angeles

with block parties and Souls to the Polls,

I wish her luck.

- Steven...

?

[door slams]

You just made a big mistake.

- It was my mistake to make.

[slow tense music]

? ?

- Oh, hey, boss.

- What was that?

- Nothin'. - Tamika.

- I got my LSAT scores back.

I did real well.

- What?

I had no idea you were even considering law school.

- You've had a lot on your plate.

- Never too much for you.

Come on.

Tell me everything.

- [sighs]

Since the fire, I've been thinking a lot

about what I have to leave my kids

if something really bad happened.

- Well...

you know I'd never let them go without.

- But that's not quite the same, is it?

- No. I guess it's not.

Okay, so what'd you score?

- A 159.

- [gasps]

- [chuckles] - Well, jeez...

you can get into any school with that.

Shit.

I better start looking for a replacement.

- Uh, slow your roll.

I'm gonna need this job a while longer.

- Did you apply anywhere?

- Just got the scores yesterday.

- You know, some very good lawyers

come out of UCLA.

- Anyone I know?

- If there's anything I can do to help...

I'll miss you, but it will be my pleasure.

- Thank you, Daniella.

That means a lot.

?

Now, did you need me to do something?

- What?

- We didn't just come in here to talk

about my test scores.

- Right! Um...

what's going on with Criterion? - [sighs]

- Did they get back to us? - We've sent three letters

and I've made dozens of calls.

The board hasn't responded.

- That's bullshit.

[sighs]

I need to liquidate my shares.

Somwon. - Liquidate?

I thought you wanted to protect your seat at the table?

- I did.

But I don't have a choice.

Settlement meeting didn't go well.

Gotta put together some cash.

- And the $80 million from your trust?

- Well, I'm gonna need that too.

All of it. - [sighs]

- You rang, boss?

- Yeah. Dig deep into Criterion.

Find out why those bastards are slow-rolling me.

- How deep? - Get into everything.

If they think they're just gonna ignore me.

they're gonna be sorry.

I need to get some advice.

Tell Miguel I'm coming back down.

? ?

[siren wails]

?

- I just don't want it to be more trouble that its worth.

We're out there with them

and then we're back at it- - It was very positive.

- Okay. Okay.

? ?

- Somwon. Tell me you found something.

- All right, so I got into the phone records

and I even read text messages.

It looks like the driver was threatened a lot

in the days before the BET awards.

Like, some scary shit, man. Really hardcore.

I don't think he wanted to do what he did.

- You know who sent the texts?

- Nah, they came from a burner I can't trace.

- Damn. All right.

- But I was able to look

at the last couple of weeks of movement on the driving.

There's a local address where he spent every night at.

- Okay. That must be his address.

- Best bet. I'll send it through to you.

Be careful. - Bet.

[notification beeps, chimes]

?

- ? Let's go, come show me, show me ?

? How you gon' pull me, show me ?

? Demons can't do me nothin' ?

? All right, all right ?

? They can't just show you love ?

? Show you love, They gotta show you up ?

? Show you up, the news gon' blow you up ?

? Blow you up, ay ?

? Seem like all they want to do is hate on the kid, man ?

? But we ain't trippin', we gonna turn up regardless ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh ?

[cheers and applause]

Dom Mayfield. - [chuckles]

- Legend. - I appreciate it.

- Couldn't believe it when I saw you here, man.

- Man. - You honor me, brother.

- I don't know about all that, but your set was tight tonight.

Drink? - Yeah.

- Let's make a toast.

I'm about to cut my new album.

- You for real? - Yes, sir.

I'm giving you first dibs at guest appearances.

You ready to work?

- You can't be serious. - I'm dead serious.

We start work tomorrow. You in?

Let's go.

[doorbell chimes]

- What do you think? No monkey suit.

You're lucky you caught me.

I'm leaving Cali tomorrow forever.

- [sighs]

[grunts]

- What's goin' on?

- Syngem tried to kill Daniella last night.

- What?

- This has got to stop.

- Yeah, what do you-

what do you mean by-by stop, exactly?

- I'm going to the DA and tell her everything I know.

- Ellis, talking about Syngem is a really bad idea, okay?

- I won't bring you into it.

You've made sure that Daniella had everything she needed

all those years, but now it's my turn

to help her. - Help me?

What's going on?

- Uh, Ellis and I were just talking about retirement.

- No, you were talking about me.

- Arnold, could you, uh, leave us?

- Yeah, sure.

I am really gonna miss you.

And keep an eye on Josh for me. - Always.

- Come here. - [chuckles]

- [grunts] - We're gonna come visit you.

- You better. If you can find me.

Ellis, you think about it, okay?

- I have.

And thank you.

Thank you for everything.

- Bye. - Bye.

- What's going on?

- [chuckles]

Uh... Daniella, you're gonna hear

some things about me over the next few days.

- What kind of things?

- I think it's important for you to know

that Lila was not supposed to be there.

They told me that he was the only one

that was gonna get hurt.

- My parents?

- Yeah.

- You knew?

- Your father made some bad enemies.

They could have come after us all.

- You lied to me.

You said you knew nothing.

You had nothing to do with it. Nothing!

- Listen- - No. I'm done with you.

I came here to tell you I'm liquidating

the rest of my inheritance to clear your name.

But you know what?

Your name can never be cleared

because every decision you make

destroys everyone around you.

You've destroyed this family.

Because of you, my parents are dead.

You know what?

The wrong goddamn Shaws died in that fire.

It should have been you

instead of Estelle and Chauncey.

[sighs]

?

[door opens]

[weeping]

- What's wrong? - Just, uh...

My back's really acting up. - That's not what I meant.

You were already upset long before you even got-

- Just give me a pill, Miguel, okay?

- You just had one. - I know what I just had.

And now I'm in more pain

and now I need another pill.

- Yeah, but you asked me to look after the-

- And now I'm telling you, give me the bottle, Miguel!

?

[pen clicking]

?

[door closes]

- We know why Criterion has been slow-rolling

your share inquiries.

- Okay. - They don't exist.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

- Your father's original shares

were sold out of the estate.

- Can someone do that?

- No.

Something's not right.

Um, find out when the original sale was made,

okay? - Yes, ma'am.

Tamika, low-key see if the Criterion board meeting

is still today. - I'm on it.

? ?

[buzzer blares]

- Remove the cuffs.

- You sure?

I mean, she fights. A lot.

- Not true.

I fight back a lot.

- Please.

- Ouch.

[handcuffs clicking]

- I'll let you know when we're finished.

- You seriously want to be alone with her?

- Thank you.

[buzzer blares]

[door opens] - Send the streets out

on that bitch.

- Have a seat.

- I already told you that I'm not talkin' to you.

- You might after you hear what I have to say.

Just sit.

[grunts]

When you said you and Jameson were set up,

what did you mean?

I know your sister owned the dope we recovered,

so how were you set up?

Did you mean the dope wasn't yours

or the dope wasn't there?

I think you meant the dope wasn't in the building.

?

- What's that?

- I found some video footage that might prove it.

- So you think that I'm gonna talk to you

because you show me some fucking thumb drive?

- I think you're gonna talk to me

because I can offer you immunity.

- On what?

- Everything. All of it.

- So all charges dropped?

- That's right.

- And your bitch let you off the leash for this?

- My bitch? - Mm-hmm.

Tight-ass boss lady?

[chuckles]

Yeah, I didn't think so.

I want this deal in writing.

- And you'll cooperate?

- Signed by your boss.

We're done.

- Yo, yo. - My man.

- Appreciate you doing this. - Yo, you for real?

A chance to spit on the new Dom Mayfield joint?

Oh, that's about to be lit.

I want in. - We got some heat.

Be ready to jump on it. - Let me check it out.

- There it is, check it out.

Perks of runnin' the joint.

Ain't gotta answer to nobody.

- That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

- ? All this dirty money ?

? Think it's time to clean it up ?

? I got 50s and 20s ?

? Ain't them funny, ay, ay, ay ?

- Yes, sir.

- Miguel, I'm pulling up to the driver's house now.

- Okay. Let me know if you find anything.

? ?

[phone rings]

- Mr. Shaw?

- Sorry to call you on your private phone.

- Oh, that's quite all right.

Please, call me Beverly.

- Beverly, I-I need to come in and talk to you.

I have some information about a murder.

- A murder? - Yes. Two murders, actually.

I know who killed Daniella's parents.

- The car accident? - It's complicated.

It's more involved than that.

I-it...[sighs]

There's a very powerful group called Syngem.

Now, I have names.

I have financial records.

I have recordings to prove what I'm saying.

- We need to do this the right way, Mr. Shaw.

Uh, can you come in tonight at, say, 6:00?

- 6:00 p.m.

6:00 p.m. I'll be there.

- And bring that evidence.

- Yes.

[sighs]

?

- Holy shit.

- We can see here the importance

of getting our artists back in concerts...

- Hello, Eric. - Venues.

- Ladies, gentlemen,

the man who started this company, my father,

left me 51% of the shares when he died.

I'm here to execute my power as majority shareholder.

- Carol Steinberg's shares were sold some time ago.

- Eric, they were never hers to sell.

Carol Steinberg breached her duty as a fiduciary

when she misappropriated the assets

of my father's estate.

- That's quite an allegation.

You could try to challenge us in court,

however, that'd take years.

And, of course, without Carol to testify...

- Who bought them?

- Hmm. If I remember correctly,

it was, um, Condi Industries.

- If you remember correctly?

I've been cooperative.

I've been patient.

I hoped, for all of your sakes,

that this would be a peaceful transition.

But now, we're going to war.

[dramatic music]

?

I used to summer with your family,

you piece of shit.

[door opens, slams]

[dog barks]

- Hello?

Hello? [door creaks]

[tense music]

?

Hello?

?

Some creepy-ass shit.

?

Hello?

?

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

? ?

- [grunts]

Have we heard from Mr. Shaw?

- No, ma'am.

- ? For the hustler's born to sin ?

? Trying to do this for the kids ?

? Never snitchin' ?

? 'Cause we'd rather take the bid ?

? Let the best man win ?

- ? I look to God for my blessings ?

? No more stressin' when I chest 'em ?

? I'ma tell 'em, let the best man win ?

- Yeah. That's fire.

- It's a good start. Long way to go.

But that's a good start, man. We'll work from there.

Yo, D.

- Hey. Errol, how you doin'?

- Good. - Yo, check this out.

You're gonna love this.

- Yeah, you're right. He's fire.

- Oh, okay.

[hip-hop music playing]

- ? For the hustler's born to sin ?

? Trying to do this for the kids ?

? Never snitchin' ?

? 'Cause we'd rather take the bid ?

? Let the best man win ?

? I went to heaven for this- ?

[music stops]

- It's dope. Who's track is it?

- Like you said, D, puttin' together

my first joint in ten years.

- Seriously? - Seriously.

- That's great.

How long do you think it will take for the album?

- Six, maybe ten months.

- Okay.

Hey, can you give Dom and I a minute, please?

Had a day. I need to talk to him alone.

- Oh. - Is that okay?

- Oh. No-no problem, D.

Uh, just, uh, hit me later.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll do that.

- Good to see you. - Same here.

- Thanks. Thanks. - Rooms yours, Dom.

- [sighs] [door closes]

Look, I know.

I know it was my idea.

But, baby, we don't have ten months.

With this fire lawsuit,

we are in a serious financial bind.

- Okay. Well, shit.

An album from me would make a lot of money, D.

- Yeah, but we need the cash now.

How much did all this cost?

- Cost? - I talked to the bank.

Did you spend $9,000 on a bottle of cognac

at Charlene's?

- It was Louis XIII, but I was-

- And then they said there was an overly large

expenditure today, too, that it's...

become commonplace since you took over.

- So the bank is calling you about my spending?

- And that doesn't even include the illegal stuff.

I mean, what money do use for this?

- D, we are making music.

We spend whatever we gotta spend to get the vibe.

- We need to make money

not spend it like it's on fire.

Dom, I need you to focus

on the nine albums you still need to finish.

- Okay, but- - Please!

[phone ringing]

Fuck.

What? - Hey, Dani, it's me.

- I'm in the middle of something, Bev.

What do you need? - Have you heard

from your grandfather?

- No. Not since last night. Why?

- He was supposed to come in and talk to me.

But he's very late and I can't reach him.

- Why did he want to talk to you?

- He said he was gonna tell me everything I needed

to take Syngem down completely.

- He said that?

- He was supposed to be here an hour ago.

Now he's not answering his phone.

- Okay, um...

I'll call you after I talk to him.

Bye.

- Yo, D, we need to talk about some shit

and set some boundaries, all right?

- Not now.

[suspenseful music]

?

- Okay.

- Girl...

the next time you break into my apartment

I'm calling the cops.

- I need to talk to you.

- And stop hacking into the firm's computers

to DM me. - Somwon.

- Minh, I'm serious.

These people installed a new security software.

So every time you get in, IT crawls up my shit.

- Somwon.

- And I know you're trying to get me fired.

But we're done.

And even if I lose the job, I'm not coming back.

- Somwon! - What?

- I'm pregnant.

?

- What?

- Be right back.

[tense music]

- What you got, Sly? - Miguel.

You got eyes on Daniella?

- Always. - Stay close.

Real close.

- Why? What's wrong?

- Whoever did this thing,

it's way, way worse than I thought.

- Mr. Shaw? [loud R&B playing]

- ? Can't understand these cards that bend you ?

? A question mark, my baby ?

- Grandpa!

- ? You're in a place ?

- Why is the music so loud?

Ruby? Ruby!

Ruby!

Hey. Wait, here, here, here.

I'm right here.

What are you doing outside, huh?

Come here. You're okay.

You're okay. What happened?

- Grandpa locked me out. - What?

- I was out there for hours.

- How do you turn the music off?

- I don't know. Somewhere in his office.

- Okay, listen, just stand right there, okay?

All right.

- ? The love of my life ?

? Even though you're not my baby ?

- No. - What's wrong?

- ? You're my angel ?

? That'll never leave ?

- ? Don't let me feel it ?

? Don't let me feel anything ?

? Don't let me feel it ?

? Don't let me feel anything ?

? Don't let me feel it ?

? Don't let me feel anything ?

? Don't let me feel it ?

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