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Previously on Sacrifice.

Trill, you have to destroy this right away.

I'm going to take it straight to Dom as a favor.

I think we can do business.

Get rid of it.

Stop lying to me, Dom.

This is exactly why I didn't want to take you back, because I knew you'd get

me caught up in your street shit again.

African-American male named Trill Weeks killed in an alley off Pico.

Hey, someone, what can you do with just a date and a location?

Anything. So what's a VPN?

Yeah, a VPN is a virtual private network. So how do I get a VPN?

Give Nana my love. Mommy's gotta go now, okay? Larry's finished at Criterion

Records. I'm the new CEO.

I want Criterion Records to buy Black Gammon Records.

Anybody who thinks that Black Gammon Records will ever be for sale is wrong.

There's an erectile dysfunction commercial running one of my mother's

songs in the background.

Find out who's got the license agreement.

But Larry, know that whoever killed Isis will get justice.

He had no damn right. Now, I want him dead, and I need your help.

Are you nervous?

No, but I can see you are. Am I that obvious?

So did you hear from the studio today?

Bex, I need you to stop worrying.

I'm going to close your deal.

Be patient.

And you stop worrying about your grandfather.

It's his 80th birthday. He's going to love that you showed up.

See, so you made it. Mr. Minkfield, you look fantastic.

Except you, beautiful.

Bex, you know Dom.

What's up, Big D?

Good with you.

Daniela closed that fat-ass superhero flick for you yet?

You know how it is. The studio's going to make a brother beg for his supper.

Yeah.

But if you all will excuse me, I see somebody I've been trying to hook up

with for weeks. All right.

Catch you later.

Hey.

So you see him yet?

Just got here.

I'm going to see you at the spa later?

Not tonight.

I'm on a diet.

All right. I got my math to do.

Daniela. Ruby.

Oh, glad you decided to come.

I hope you're not the only one.

Oh, well, he smiled when I told him you were coming.

No, he didn't.

I'm going to give him this and leave.

Where is he?

Inside, fighting with my mama over the blackgammon label.

She wants him to step down and let her run it.

Why is that a problem?

He thinks she'll sell it.

He's probably right.

She wants me inside.

Have fun.

Stay out of trouble.

I'll try.

Hey,

what can I get you? Sparkling water with lemon, please.

Same for me. Yeah, you got it.

Daniela Hernandez.

Meeting you tonight, I have to say, is kids. What's wrong?

Excuse me.

Are you OK?

Damn it, Beck.

I'm good. Let's go.

Come on. I've been up for the last 36 hours editing my latest movie.

I'm good. I just saw you 30 minutes ago. What did you take? I know I look like

shit, but I'm good.

Miss Hernandez.

Why are you tripping?

Just stay here. Don't move.

Mr. Shah.

I heard you wanted to have a word with me.

Yes.

Happy birthday.

legend Ellis Shaw last night when film director Randy Beck was rescued from

nearly drowning by Hollywood attorney Daniela Hernandez.

Good morning, Tamika.

Hi. You all dried out?

What do you want?

A Beverly Worker called this morning. And twice yesterday.

You have a number blocked, don't you? I don't have time for games.

What else do you have for me?

So listen.

Someone said Pfizer paid Black Gammon Records a fortune to license your

mother's song for that erectile dysfunction commercial for 18 months.

You're kidding me. And Beck is on the way to your house, probably to thank you

for saving his life.

Someone wants to know how you bill for that.

You guys are a real comedy duo.

I'll see you at the office.

Danielle.

Dee, you all right?

I can't do this.

It's terrible.

It's been a week.

I can't stop shaking.

I can't stop crying. Dee, Dee, you've got to tough it out.

Come on, Danielle.

When I'm making movies in Hollywood, I'm going to need my best friend next to me.

You're the greatest attorney in LA.

Don't quit on me.

Why am I so damn cold?

Dean,

look at me.

God damn it, look at me.

If we don't get control of this, we will die.

Daniela, we got a visitor.

Still a little wet behind the ears.

Hey. Dean.

I did not know you could swim like that, girl.

You want some coffee? I'm sure you still need it.

Ah, make my day.

Well, what are we going to do?

Shit, you tell me.

You fucked up huge last night.

What the hell are you talking about?

Ella Shaw's 80th birthday party is the last place I'd expect my drink to get

spiked.

Are you serious?

Do you really think I'm going to screw up the biggest opportunity of my career?

It's what we do, isn't it?

Self-sabotage.

Dee, I didn't knowingly get high last night.

That would be suicidal.

And you know how much this directing gig means to me. You know I want this more

than I've wanted anything, Daniela.

And given my reputation, I know the studios are going to be having second

thoughts now. So if you're my friend, you will save this for me and not judge

me on this shit. I saved your life.

You haven't even thanked me.

Thank you, Dee.

I just feel like I needed to tell you personally.

I didn't relapse.

OK?

I need you to trust me.

He was in a parking garage at Criterium Records.

One of the last calls on his phone was from Daniela Hernandez.

We've been trying to get a statement from her. Yeah, you and our entire

office. Meaning? Meaning she's not returning my calls, and I'm sick of it.

A couple of hours in an interrogation room might make her more responsive.

That was a joke.

Detective O'Day, always a pleasure to see you. You as well, Madam District

Attorney.

Jason, you and I are going to go on a little field trip.

It's been a while since we've had fun with Don Mayfield.

Jessica. Daniela Hernandez.

How you doing?

You know how many times I've called you?

No. But I might be able to tell you the location.

From Berlin, Sao Paulo, Cape Town.

Should I go on?

OK. I've been a little busy.

That's to be expected after you've won your fourth Grammy and received your

fifth platinum selling album.

How was the world tour?

You know what I kept thinking about on that world tour?

Your art gallery?

My ski accident at the Black Entertainment Summit in Aspen last year.

Ski patrol carrying me down the mountain in the rescue sled.

You didn't know it was me.

You skied next to me on the way to the lodge to make sure I was OK.

Looking like Lindsey Vonn, by the way.

You said you'd have dinner with me.

That was you?

Yeah. I remember, as they were loading you onto the ambulance.

Well, if I know me, I'm sure I stipulated it was a business dinner. I

know. Which is why I'm bringing my business to Lang and Associates,

specifically you, Ms. Hernandez.

Did you read the documents I emailed you? Yeah.

So Criterium Records, a label I know well, they haven't paid you the advance

for your last two albums.

But Larry Stilwell and I never really clicked.

And now that he's no longer there.

The terms are all here.

And it shouldn't be a problem. I'll handle it.

That's it.

Should be.

Anything else?

Uh, well, how about gnocchi on pomodoro, porcini wagyu-rubbed ribeye

steak, and truffles at Bestia.

Now, food is my one last addiction.

How about you're a client now, and it's not a good idea to date a client?

I didn't say it was a date.

It's, as you said, a business dinner.

How about I'll be swamped in front of a stack of contracts tonight?

How about you still get to eat?

I'll bring dinner here. I'll be at my house.

In my sweats, no makeup.

What is your address?

And what do you like to drink?

Water.

Perfect.

Me too.

You see that? Yep.

Got it. Okay.

Get your ass over here.

What the hell is wrong with you, huh?

Why are you following me?

What do you want?

I'm just trying to look out for any baby girl.

Who sent you?

Who are you?

I'm your Uncle Slop.

I'm going to have him break your arm if you don't tell me the truth.

Call your cousin Ruby.

She'll tell you where I am.

Yeah. OK, yes.

All right. OK.

Take care. Bye-bye.

Ali Bubba's called here 12 times asking about his tour.

He needs to chill.

Sounds like the IT department here.

Anyways, how's your VPN working out?

People on the internet think I'm talking to them from Beijing.

Well, that's what you wanted, right?

In the web of St. Louis L.A.? I just asked you for a VPN.

Nobody told you to go spying on me. What else did you find out about me? Nothing.

It was an accident that I found out you were from St. Louis.

Don't worry.

I won't let anybody know you ain't the fast, sexy, sophisticated L.A. homegirl

everybody take you for.

Tamika, hold on my call.

On it.

Just remember, it's my business, Sam Juan.

I mean, he says he's your brother.

Who is he?

This view right here sure beats Florence.

Wow. Florence?

As in the federal facility in Colorado?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I did 10 of the last 28 years there.

Don't feel bad for me, though.

I asked to go there.

My mom confirms he's her older brother.

And she may have mentioned you once or twice over the years, but because I

never saw you, I didn't know who she was talking about.

I don't even remember seeing any pictures at grandpa's house.

Yeah, well, when I went inside, I made everybody swear to forget about me.

I asked them to transfer me to the most remote facility that they had.

I didn't want nobody to see me. I didn't want nobody to visit me.

I didn't want nobody to know I existed.

But you were at my parents' house a lot after they died, weren't you?

Yeah.

I remember calling you Uncle Sly.

And I used to call you my little baby girl.

But I never thought you were my real uncle.

Then you just disappeared.

Never saw you again.

You served 28 years?

Yeah.

For what?

Three years for burglary, 15 years for killing a man, and the last 10 for a

whole array of shit.

Holy shit.

I mean, there's no question I killed a man.

We was wrestling.

He got the shit in.

I got murdered.

My attitude was never right after that.

And I just kept piling on more time.

But you followed me like a stalker.

Why? Why not just come up to me and say, hey, I'm your Uncle Sly. I'm out of

prison.

I was scared.

I promised your mother I would look out for you if anything happened to her.

And I messed up.

You know what I'm saying?

After 28 years, I needed to know how you turned out.

But, uh, my social skills need a little work.

Tell me about my mother.

Shit, where to start?

I loved her.

Yo,

what happened to the power?

You're being shut down for a code violation, Mr. Mayfield.

You're going to have to shoot your video elsewhere.

So the VA of the whole damn city came all the way down here to issue me a code

violation? My inspector says this old warehouse is a fire hazard.

Okay. Half an hour. You're shut down immediately.

Did you give Connor Hanks half an hour?

What about the trail weeks?

You're delusional.

I'm gonna put you away one day for all the shit you think you've gotten rid of.

Do what you gotta do.

I'm sorry.

Yeah?

You're downtown?

I'll be right there.

Yeah.

I have to leave.

Sorry. I want to see you again.

Come to my house, my mom's house, for dinner Friday night, OK?

OK. All right.

Let's go.

Code violation, Beverly?

What kind of bullshit is this? Bullshit called the law. You might look it up and

learn something. Doesn't the Los Angeles County District Attorney have anything

better to do than harass a video shoot?

You're like shopping at Walmart for a prosecutor, Daniela.

There's that poor kid to trail Weeks, hip-hop's Connor Hanks, lobotomized

Larry Stilwell, and why you were the last phone call with him before he

caught a 9mm projectile between the ears. I've got nothing better to do.

You want to talk?

Let's talk. Stop harassing Dom.

What did you and Larry talk about the night he was killed?

Attorney-client privilege means I don't have to tell you shit.

But I will.

He asked me to defend him if you ever brought up charges, which, surprisingly,

you never did.

Surprisingly, he seems to have forgotten that you are an entertainment attorney

and not a criminal defense attorney.

Maybe all the bodies around you confused him.

Now he's just one more.

You should be more concerned about the bodies you buried blazing a trail to the

DA's office.

A trail I blazed with no help from my oldest and formerly best friend. A best

friend who could not support a sanctimonious political shark. And the

drama queen you've become.

Did you see Larry the night he was killed?

No. Did you see Misty that day or night?

No. I just want to talk to her, Daniela.

Beverly, I was in the middle of something extremely important when you

dialed up this bullshit.

I have nothing more to offer you.

Return my cold. Piss my ass.

Hey.

It's someone, right?

Yeah.

I thought you left.

Did you forget something?

No.

So, you code for Daniela? No.

I'm just her assistant.

That's it. My pity was ever answered when we came back, was it?

You were all up in that business.

I was not.

I don't code.

I don't program.

I research, that's it.

I was running a search engine with a little acceleration.

Searching for what?

Come on.

I'm Daniela's cousin.

She tells me everything.

I'm 100% certain.

My boss tells no one ever.

They've got a Twitter account. You mean the tweets of Zach claiming he was

drugged that went viral?

How about he's stupid and just got out?

Even if you're right, Daniela wants me to research any possibility he's telling

the truth, so... So, whose account were you checking my studio?

This influencer put images on her Instagram that makes it look like she

knew what was going to happen before it happened.

What's her name?

Erlinda.

How about this?

Model for me.

And I'll put you in touch with Erlinda. She's a friend.

I don't model.

It's like I don't code.

This is my work.

I've done exhibitions everywhere.

Your stuff's good, but no.

I don't pay what I see.

I pay what I feel.

So, if you really want to get in touch with Arinda and

make your boss happy, and me, call me.

I don't paint what I see. I paint what I feel somewhat.

Man, I love the creative ways the best restaurants in town allow you to take

home their food, heat it up, and it's just as delicious as being there.

I completely agree.

Hey, Tamika, you hungry?

I mean, there's plenty of food there.

It smells great, but I ate before I came over. Pretend like I'm not here.

So?

Seven years sober.

You? Five.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

So let's just, uh, let's just get this out of the way.

I'm 35, once divorced.

I share joint custody of a 13 and 11-year-old boy and girl.

The music thing is working.

But after I got sober, I realized how much I loved art.

So now I own an art gallery.

Your cousin Ruby's going to be showing it.

I'm a hell of a tennis player, but a terrible loser.

Good to know.

So I spoke to the execs over at Criterion.

They think we'll be able to figure out an agreement, maybe even next week.

You really going to keep this about work?

Come on, Danielle. Give me some.

What do you want to know?

Why I'm an alcoholic?

What my childhood was like?

Well, since I was born, I've been rejected by both sides of my family.

I'm the love child of a famous singer and a music mogul who kept my mother and

I hidden away in this very house, which explains the 80s decor.

I just can't let go.

My name is Daniela Hernandez, so the world would never know I existed.

Oh, and my parents died in a car accident when I was six. I still have

nightmares.

You add that with the partying and drinking and the entertainment business,

and you get someone who likes her alcohol.

Well, liked her alcohol a little too much.

See, that wasn't too bad.

How's the Wagyu ribeye?

I love it.

Ugh.

Here you go, Papa.

You've been out a month now, huh?

I guess it's time for us to have a talk.

No, it's about time for you to pay me what you owe me.

You took a big one for the family.

No way I could repay you what I owe you.

I can carry you for a bit, but you deserve much more than I have right now.

That ain't what I want to hear, Papa.

I gave up my whole goddamn life, and you're going to feed this kind of

bullshit at me?

Come on, man. That shit ain't going to fly.

Right now, I just don't have it. But I'm relaunching the label, and that's where

you'll get your money, with God as my witness.

He's still calling on God, huh?

Well,

we've had our differences.

You're carrying a white . Married man's child.

Yes, I am. He ain't ever going to leave his wife. What are you thinking? Right

now, Danny, I'm thinking I need to get away from you. Oh, you walk out that

door to be with that white fool who's trying to ruin me?

He's not trying to ruin you. I'll be through with you, your children, and

your children's children, as God is my witness.

Once I walk out that door with God as my witness, if you come near me, my

children, or my children's children, I'll ask God to strike you down.

Listen, man, I was going to take my money, go somewhere, and start all over.

But since you can't make things right with me,

I'm going to tell you what you're going to do.

You're going to make things right with Lila's little girl.

And you're going to tell her the truth.

Your truth and my truth ain't the same.

I've always told you that.

Yeah.

Well, I think you're lying.

Think what you want.

Leave it, son.

Forget about the past.

Well, I was going to try.

But since I'm stuck here, ain't no telling what the future's going to

bring.

I can't believe I let you talk me into this.

I don't remember a whole lot of talking last night.

I did some more research on Arlinda.

I really need to talk to her.

I told you I would hook you up, and I will.

Well, hook me up.

You're moving.

It's important.

And remember, don't paint the tattoo.

Tell me if I do this, you'll hook me up.

You're hooked up now?

Happy?

San Juan.

Yes, ma'am.

According to what you found researching Erlinda, Beck's been hiding some very

important information from me.

Yep.

Well, your cousin Ruby's going to have her reach out to you directly.

My cousin Ruby?

When did you talk to her?

This morning.

Look, things just happen so fast. I'm sorry, boss.

Don't be.

She's a beautiful woman. You're a handsome grown man.

Just wear your seat belts with my cousin.

You may need them.

Beck. Hey.

Sit down.

What, no hug?

Sit down.

OK.

I got your message.

What's up?

Do you know Erlinda?

The influencer?

Yeah. We were hanging out at the party.

She's also your dead girlfriend, Amy McCauley's sister.

I know.

What, you thought I was going to lie to you? I don't know what you were going to

say, honestly.

Amy McCauley was your girlfriend, and she died of a fentanyl overdose right

before I started working on your contract.

She died at a party you two attended together.

You never told me.

Because you wouldn't believe that we weren't getting high together.

You're right. I don't.

Just like I don't believe you were doped at my grandfather's birthday party.

What? You and Amy weren't getting high together the night she died? No, Dee.

It's the truth.

What about my grandfather's birthday party? Were you getting high then?

OK, yeah.

But it was an isolated event, Dee.

I really was up 36 hours editing. I was just so tired, I wanted to check out.

Look, you can tell the insurance company that I was the victim of a prank.

You know how to make them believe it?

Why should I?

Because we are a package deal.

Because I'm your friend.

And if I lose, this firm loses.

Come on, Dee. I need you to use all your powers. I'm dead if you don't.

Go home.

Stay home. No parties.

I'll call you.

Tamika, be my soundboard.

I need to talk out this Beck situation.

Too dangerous to have so much going on before your second latte.

What's up?

Beck and his girlfriend are getting high.

She dies.

He can't face up to his part in it.

How are you so sure?

Because I was him once.

I was in denial.

People got hurt.

But I had to face the consequences.

Even if I can make this safe, should I?

If I help him, am I just hurting him?

Girl, I'm the wrong one to ask.

I gave my last a second chance, third chance, a seventh chance.

You've got to decide.

Daniela? Oh shit.

Daniela, you okay?

Jesus Christ, Dee.

How many of these did you take?

Were you trying to get high or were you trying to kill yourself?

High.

I need to take the edge off.

It just hurts so much.

I'm sorry.

Wait. No.

Don't call anybody.

Please, I don't need a doctor.

I'll never get my license back. OK.

We'll get through this.

I'm here.

I will never quit on you.

OK?

Morning.

Morning. About too early?

Early's on time to me.

Tyson's expecting our call.

Tameka, let's try him. Have a seat. All right, thanks.

Good to see you. Same here. You look great. What's up, Tameka?

Hey.

You got it.

Tyson, good morning.

Daniela, I found Jazz's paperwork.

Look, I don't know what games Larry was playing, but we'll get this sorted out.

Who are you on with?

Oh, Daniela Hernandez and Jazzico.

Good morning, Daniela, Jazz.

Carol, congratulations on getting back in the game.

Jazzico owes us an album.

Criterium owes me in advance.

You received all monies owed to you after marketing, promotions, PR, and

video expenses, all things you asked for.

So don't bother us with this again, Jazz.

And Daniela, how many times do I have to tell you? I never want to see you on the

opposite side of any negotiations that I'm engaged in.

Who and what in the hell was that?

Carol Steinberg.

She took over Criterium Records.

She's also my late father's wife.

Yeah, it's a long story.

Needless to say, I might not be the right lawyer for you.

Well, I think you're the only lawyer for me.

It's time for the Criterium label to not apart ways.

They don't know what they're playing with.

Trying to pick up the pieces of what's left behind.

I'm missing you like crazy.

Can't understand these cards that bend.

The question of my fate.

And the way this quote to me.

You're in a place. I know you're taken care of. I see your face.

In the stars up above.

And someday I'll see.

Well,

you sure haven't changed a lot.

Come on in.

Looks like you've done all right.

How long have you been out?

Month.

I ain't, uh, looked you up.

I was, uh, nervous you didn't want to see me.

You always made bad choices.

Except for you.

What you been up to?

Who you married to?

Got kids?

One.

Ours.

Daniela, you met her.

What do you think?

I think you did good.

She seemed kind of wild, like a mama.

Both mamas.

Where are you staying?

At my dad's, you know.

Just looking for some answers to what happened. Don't look too hard, Sly.

And don't tell Daniela how close we were.

She doesn't know.

What?

Why not?

Because I thought that would be best.

Isn't that what you wanted?

I'm sorry if that hurts.

Did Daniela invite you over to dinner?

Sure did.

Look, um... You cooking my favorite dish?

I'll think about it.

Where is she? In the conference room.

Rolinda.

Thank you for coming. Sure.

It's the least I could do.

The image I took of you in back nearly doubled the subscribers on my IG.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Someone, thank you.

Please, sit down.

I'm sorry about your sister.

This is about Amy? I hope I'm not being too insensitive.

But I need to know.

Did Beck have anything to do with her overdose?

No.

We were all at the same party.

She snuck away with some friends, got high.

By the time Beck and I found her, it was too late.

He had nothing to do with it.

It was moving, seeing how hard he tried to save her.

Then what do you think happened at Ella Shaw's birthday party?

Call it...

Trauma bonding, but Beck and I have been hanging out since Amy died.

We've gotten really close.

He saw you when you arrived.

He started out fine.

Then he just lost it.

He just went on and on about the producers changing their minds.

He had a couple drinks I told him not to have. Went into the bathroom.

When he came out, he was high as shit.

I felt so bad.

Amy and the movie was too much, I guess.

I'd do anything to help him.

Anything. Come on in. Thanks.

Dee, you know what? We don't even have to do this.

Getting high like that at the party will never happen again.

Come on.

You lied to me.

Manipulated me and my people.

You know that's classic addict behavior.

Shit, shit, shit.

I'm not ready at all, am I?

No.

You're going in for a month.

Dude, the reason for the delay was because a financier dropped out, not

because they stopped believing in you.

Look, you do this right, the movie might still be waiting for you when you get

out.

You really are my friend.

Bex, if you crack waiting for a deal to close, what are you going to do when

$200 million is at stake?

Your friend says you need a year.

But your lawyer says you're a dope-ass director.

Let's keep you in the game.

Yeah, let's do it.

I saw Arlinda's blog.

Fentanyl spiked fruit punch at your grandfather's party?

You got affidavits from six people to say they were dope, too? I mean, what's

your grandfather going to say?

Nothing. I'm sure he plans never to speak to me again.

Hey, don't make me regret this.

I got you.

Love you.

There she is.

Let's get out of here.

Go ahead.

Yell at me.

About what?

Oh, that drug fiasco at my 80th birthday party.

Shit,

that was the talk of the town.

Front page of all the trades, trending on social media.

I haven't been this relevant in what, two decades, thanks to you.

Okay, then to what do I owe the honor?

I didn't know this locket still existed.

Your mother and I both had one.

So my question is, why did you bring it to me?

What do you want?

Why do I have to want anything?

Everybody wants something.

Well, if everybody wants something, what do you want?

To return this.

That's bullshit, Mr. Shaw.

You texted me.

I came down here because I thought maybe after all this time,

you'd say join the family.

And maybe I'd invite you to dinner tonight.

And maybe you'd think about it after all this time.

You know what?

Full disclosure, one of my mother's songs has been licensed to sell a sexual

dysfunction pill.

I want it to stop.

I want her songs. I want to protect her legacy.

I have half of her catalog.

Carol Steinberg has the other half.

How do you know that she didn't license that song? Because I know you did.

You must be really hard up.

I've been feeling the real reason you're here.

It's because you need some serious entertainment legal advice.

Full disclosure, I was done with this when I was done with your mama.

I just want you to be very clear about that.

Well, one of us got what we wanted.

Good luck, Mr. Shaw.

Hello, who's calling?

Who the hell is this?

You're still here. Why aren't you gone already?

You're my role model.

But I do have plans tonight.

Look, I just got these pictures, and I think you should take a look.

You could have emailed them. Yes, but I wanted to see what you thought.

The parked car.

That's Larry Stilwell's car in the parking garage the night of the murder.

The other car, we think that's our shooter.

Looks like it could be a black Mercedes or a BMW.

It's hard to tell. I want to know as soon as we do the plates. Got it.

Anything else? Uh-huh.

Night-night.

I hope everybody likes paella.

It's an old family recipe. It's the bomb.

I remember.

La receta de mi tia es la mejor.

Oh, la receta de mi mamá era la mejor. La mía es segunda mejor.

I'm too humble.

Don't get me started about the last time I tasted your sangria.

You want some?

I would love a glass.

Uncle Sly tells me you two are old friends.

We sure are.

Welcome back, Sly. It's damn nice to be back.

Daniela?

Good evening, everybody.

I'm Jazzico, new client of Daniela's. And a hell of a singer, too.

Welcome. Thank you.

I'll get it.

What are you doing here?

You know, answer my text. I'm showing up. You already know that.

So what's up? You having a party I ain't invited? It's a family gathering.

Shit, I'm family.

Dom, what do you want?

Beverly Rucker shut down another one of my sets.

She's hitting me up with bullshit code violations, costing me time, money, and

hurting my relationships.

Do I need to keep going?

No.

Listen, I'll call her.

Dom? Excuse me. Hold on. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere I've loved you before.

Unfair, unfair, somehow now it's even more.

No promises.

Somewhere I've loved you before

Unfair, unfair

Somehow now it's even more

Woo!

That was beautiful.

Everyone, this is another one of my clients.

Hey, I mean... Or who doesn't know the hit-making producer, Dominic Mayfield?

That's good with you. Respect.

Ain't seen you in a while. Where you been?

You know you're in a spot usually reserved for me, as a client.

But thanks.

Dom isn't staying.

I'll handle that matter we discussed in the morning, OK?

You signed to a label?

I could use you in my repertoire.

We'll have to talk.

Most definitely.

I'll get that.

You look like one serious nigger.

I didn't catch the name.

I'm Sylvester Shaw.

I'm Daniella's uncle.

But you can call me Sly.

Didn't know she had an uncle, Sly.

Our family is full of secrets, but my uncle Sly is one of the better ones.

Yeah, well, the world is going to have to grow on me.

Kind of like you are.

This is a surprise.

That's me.

These are for you.

And this is for me.

Thank you.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Come on.

Hey, everyone.

This is Ella Shaw.

Her grandfather.

Seeing you two together makes me so happy.

Me too.

Mr. Shaw, didn't get to tell you the other night, but you inspired my entire

career. Well, with a little help from my granddaughter, maybe I can inspire

another generation.

Is he OK?

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Somebody call 911.

Oh, my god.

Is he OK?

Is he okay? Help,

come on.

Is he okay?

I don't know. Are you calling? Hold on.

Help is coming.

Hang in there.

What's so funny?

Your mama, she put a curse on me.

Once I walk out that door with God as my witness, if you come near me, my

children or my children's children,

I strike you down.

All I see is bed.