All language subtitles for Sacrifice.2020.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

[Soul II Soul's
"Keep On Moving'"]

♪ Keep on moving ♪

♪ Don't stop like
the hands of time ♪

♪ Click clock ♪

♪ Find your own way
to stay... ♪

[gunshots]
- What the hell?

[tires hissing]

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- Angela.

[coughing]

Angela.

- Daddy.

[Suge's "DaBaby"]

- ♪ Pooh, you a fool
for this one ♪

- ♪ Ha ♪
- ♪ You a fool for this one ♪

- Oh Lord, Jetson made
another one, ha ♪

♪ Pack in the mail
it's gone, uh ♪

♪ She like how I smell,
cologne, yeah ♪

♪ Just signed a deal, I'm on,
yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I go where I want,
good, good ♪

♪ Play if you want,
let's do it ♪

♪ I'm a young CEO, Suge,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ The first [...]
I'm a body a [...] ♪

♪ I just checked my balance,
I'll probably pull up ♪

♪ To your hood and come buy me a [...], no cap ♪

♪ You know that your [...]
told you [...] crazy ♪

♪ Don't think
she lied to you ♪

♪ Get caught with your [...]
when I'm poppin' 'em both ♪

♪ Now they high just like
Bobby and Whitney, ha ♪

- Did you see them?

- Ask me again.
I did.

- ♪ Take out a hundred
to show you our pockets ♪

♪ Are different, ha
I'm out with your [...] ♪

♪ And I only want knowledge
she got a lil' mileage ♪

♪ I'm chillin, you disrespect
me, and I'll beat your... ♪

[overlapping chatter]

♪ Take 20K and put that
on your head ♪

♪ And make one of your
partners come kill you ♪

♪ Say he [...] with me
then he gotta grow up ♪

♪ 'cause this [...]
gotta be kidding ♪

♪ This can't fit
in my pocket ♪

♪ I got it like I hit
the lottery ♪

- That's her.

- ♪ Ain't gonna be no more
laughin' ♪

♪ You see me whip out guns,
I'm gonna be the shot... ♪

- Damn, shorty.

Hey, man, sorry.

- I believe that apology
should be aimed at me

since it was actually
my ass you slapped.

Or did he cop a feel
on you too, Miguel?

- Hey my bad, baby girl,
I thought--

- I know what you thought.

You see all these women
here twerking.

Obviously, they must all be
begging for your attention.

- I mean...

- I mean, you're Jacob Austin,
correct?

Son of philanthropist
Michael Austin?

Owns half of Malibu,
has a software company,

and a hand in Hollywood.

I mean, who wouldn't be dying

to have your hands
all over them?

- Wait, wait, wait.
How did you know--

- Because I know,
little Jacob.

Wealthy, obnoxious, and clearly
lacking where it counts.

You're a rape case
waiting to happen.

If you ever even think
about touching another woman

without her consent,

you better hope she's not
one of my clients.

- [grunts]

- Classy party, Oscar.

- Daniella Hernandez,

I'd like you to meet
my newest artist--

- Lil Ag, AKA Phillip Jones.

Graduated magna cum laude

from O.D. Wyatt High School
in Fort Worth, Texas.

You dropped out
your junior year,

moved to Los Angeles
to pursue your dream

of becoming a rap star,
and you did.

Only problem you have
is that temper.

- How did you--

- Your job is
to create the art.

My job is to protect you
and keep you out of trouble.

I do that by knowing everything
about everybody in the room

and outside of it.

For example, Oscar,

I know there are
three undercover officers

in the lobby as we speak.

My guess is they're not here
for the mints on the pillow.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

My guess is you have
about 60 seconds

before they storm
your little party here

and tear this place apart.

[sirens whooping]

59...

58...

57...

- [speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[people screaming]

- Hands on your head and get
on the ground now!

- We good. We good.
- Now!

- Hey, come on, chill.
- Now! Get on the ground now!

- Madam DA,
it looks like we're too late.

They had to have
been tipped off.

- Log this in, Officer.

Daniella Hernandez.

I wish I could say
it was good to see you, sister.

- I wish I could say the same,
sister Rucker.

- Actually, that's
District Attorney Rucker now.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

I guess I should
congratulate you too,

living the dream

or the nightmare,

depending on which side
of the bed you're on.

You would have made
such a great prosecutor,

but you were always
interested in music.

A complete waste of true talent
and time if you ask me.

- It's a good thing
no one's asking you.

- I take it these two
are your clients?

- They're both my clients.

- Wait, y'all two know
each other?

- Sorority sisters.

- Sisters, but not family.

- Well that's, uh--
that's lovely.

- Where are the drugs, Oscar?

- I already told your mans
over there.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

- I know you are the one
who screwed this up.

My team had solid intel

that your convict client here

was bringing powder in
by the kilo

and funneling it through
this little thot party.

- Well, obviously...

solid is a bit
of an exaggeration.

- I know people like you.

Always valuing money
over humanity.

Just know you're on
the wrong side of the system.

- It's funny you say that,

seeing as how you
so eagerly spearheaded

the most murderous police force
in the country.

Legendary for its crimes
and civil rights violations

against people of color.

Tell me, Beverly, if someone
yells "black lives matter,"

what side of the line
are you on?

- That has nothing--

- That has everything
to do with it.

So the next time you feel
the need to lecture me on being

on the right side of humanity,

you might want to take a look
in the mirror first.

In the meantime,

I'd like you to take the cuffs
off my clients--

now.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Don't think we're finished
with this dance, Hernandez.

- That's fine with me.

I love to dance.

- Wrap it up.

- Business affairs meeting,
4:00, 4:30?

- 4:00.
- Great.

We have points.

They're ready.
Management is inquiring.

- Management is happy?
- Absolutely.

- Okay.
- 1:30 lunch is pushed back.

- No lunch.
- You have to.

- Coffee.
- You look great.

- Thank you.

- There she is.

The woman of the hour.

What you did last night,
exactly the reason I hired you.

Come here, you beast, you.

[laughter]

You know I handpicked you--

both: Right out of law school.

- We all know the story, okay?

You have told it
a million times.

- Well, now you're gonna
have to hear it

a million and one times.

This is true, son,
she could have landed anywhere,

and I'm glad we got her.
Not Greenwald.

- Daniella.
- Joshua.

- Nice outfit.
- Nice haircut.

- [chuckles]

- Play nice, kids.

We're all
on the same team, right?

Still don't know
how you managed to save

the neck of one client
while simultaneously

corralling in a new one,
and not just any new one.

The current number one hip-hop
artist on the charts new one.

You can't pay
for publicity like that.

Gotta tell you, son,

Daniella is not making your bid
to make partner

any easier.

In the time you've been
with this firm,

buildings are up
almost 30%.

You pumped new blood
into this firm,

which it desperately needed.

It's the stuff partners
are made of.

- Well, Pops,

not all of us
have the advantage

of alluring assets...

To blindly attract
hormonal young rappers.

See some of us, Dad,

we gotta rely on skill
and hard work.

- Work?
- Yeah.

- That's a word you know little
about, Mr. Silver Spoon.

Doesn't your dad
still give you lunch money?

Thankfully I don't need a
hand-me-down partner position.

I'll be earning my name
on the door.

- You have anything to add
to that, Joshua?

- Nope.

- You're always one step ahead
of the game.

A toast to you.

- Arnold.

- Oh, just this once.

[scoffs]

You're more fun when you drink.

- Thank you.

- Okay, cheers.

- Another hit artist.

Larry, my friend I got to say,
you have an eye for talent.

- Well, it's a good thing
I have an eye for something,

'cause God knows I'm losing my
real vision among other things.

Thank you, bro.

- Oh Larry, you just can't
do no wrong.

- Thank you, Joshua,
"I invented winning."

[laughter]

- Daniella.
- Daniella.

- Look at you. Look at you.
- Ah, Larry.

[laughs]

- I swear to God, you get more
beautiful every year.

- And you look more rich.
It's a funny thing.

- Well, thanks to you.
You're my go-to gal.

- Aw, thank you, Larry.
You've always believed in me.

Even when I was just a rookie
you gave me my first client.

- I did, didn't I?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yes, yes, yes.
Don't tell me.

Don't tell me, um--

Terry Jones.

- I'll never forget.

- Whatever happened to
that guy?

He was talented.
- Drugs and alcohol.

- We see that way too often
these days, you know?

- Yeah, just about as often as
sexual harassment cases, Larry.

- Ohhh.

- How's your wife doing?
- You had to ask. [laughs]

She's tired of my old ass,
I'll tell ya.

- Yeah, I bet she is.

But no matter how much BS
you put her through,

you know she'll never leave you.

- I wouldn't be so sure,

and if she does
you're first on my list.

- Oh, we'll see about that.
- Oh, hey, look!

Here we go.
Our guest of honor has arrived.

- Isis.

- Hello, Isis.

[chuckles]

- Congratulations,
I'm so proud of you.

- You know I couldn't have
done it without my big sis.

- Yes, you could have.
You made this happen.

- I know, you always remind me.
- You're special, Isis.

- I hate when you walk away
from me like that,

and you know I don't like you
taking pictures without me.

- [clears throat]

- Daniella, good to see you.

- Good to see you too, Lewis.

- Lewis, you're drunk
and you're hurting me.

- My bad, but you know I don't
like all the attention on me.

[clinking glass]

- Uh, let's all take time
to congratulate

our beautiful guest of honor

for her triple-platinum album.

[cheers and applause]

Yeah! Triple platinum
the first month.

This girl is on fire.

[overlapping cheers]

- ♪ Right now ♪

♪ Loving your forever, boy,
I'm so down ♪

♪ Spent my whole life
with you, I'm ready ♪

♪ When you want me down, boy,
you go... ♪

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, please--

please--please
don't do this.

Look, I'll tell you
what you want.

Just, please.
Please, no-no-no-no.

Look, I'll tell him
whatever he wants, all right?

Just please don't kill me,
man, please.

- Bring him up.

What the deal, Connor?

Or should I call you
Lil Murda?

- Man, come on, dog.

Homie, look just--just tell
Dom we good, all right?

Just--just tell him we good.
He can have the masters.

- The master's not the problem.

It's the people
you got repping you,

and they ain't budget
on a percentage.

I told you, Dom wanted 75%.

- Man, I can't do 75, man. 75?
Come on, man.

That only leaves 25 for me
and my whole crew, man.

How am I supposed
to eat with that?

- Wrong answer.
Drop him!

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no!

All right, 75.
75 is good. 75.

- Bring him up.
- No, please, please!

- [screams]

[car alarm blaring]

- You kidding me?
- He slipped.

- Yo, Dom.
- Yo.

- It's Matt.

We got a problem, homie.

- Fix it.

[car alarm blaring]

- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

D.

- What's the urgency?
- It's Isis.

She was attacked last night
at her house.

It's all over the news
and social media.

- Attacked how?
What happened?

- It says right here,

"Isis Ray was the apparent
victim of an assault

"that might've occurred
at her home,

"an exclusive gated community
in Beverly Hills.

She's been transported
to a local hospital."

- What?
- It says,

"Isis was found unconscious

"by her assistant
around 8:00 p.m.,

"Who then immediately
alerted police.

"Speculation is that
Isis's longtime boyfriend

"R&B singer Lewis Harper
is responsible,

"but so far authorities

have not been able
to determine his whereabouts."

- Oh, my God.
- [sighs]

- Find out what hospital.

- On it.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[muffled yelling]

♪ ♪

- Larry.
- Oh, Daniella,

thank you for coming.

- Of course.
How is she?

- Well, the doctor said
it was touch-and-go at first,

but um, it seems like
she's gonna pull through.

- Oh, thank God.
Are we allowed to see her?

- Yes.
Yeah, go ahead.

Daniella...

prepare yourself.

- [sighs]

- There are ligature marks
around her wrist,

which implies she was bound
during the attack,

and...

apparently judging
by the size

of some of the bruises,

doctors think
that a blunt object was used.

Like a stick or something.

What kind of monster
would do something like this?

- She--she doesn't deserve
to be in there.

You know, she's really
like a daughter to me.

- I know.
- You know, she was 12

when I discovered her.

Even then she had
a voice like Aretha.

- Yes, she did.

Sweetest little girl.

I remember the day
you brought her to me.

Have the authorities
said anything?

- The authorities?
Are you kidding me?

No, not yet.

Look, we both know
who did this, Daniella.

- I tried to tell her
so many times.

The boy is toxic.
- Yeah, I know. I know.

I told her
to keep away from him.

He has a rap sheet a mile long.

- I never thought he'd do this.

Have they brought him in
for questioning?

- He's in the wind.
No one knows where he is.

- I'll find him.

He'll pay for it.

- I'm counting on that,
Daniella.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

- [gasping]

[exhales]

- We'll reconvene
in my office in 15.

- Beverly, do you
have a moment?

- Daniella, you've got
a lot of nerve

showing up here after what
you pulled the other night.

I don't have time
for your theatrics.

- That's not why I'm here.

I'm sure you've heard
about the attack on Isis Ray.

- Of course.
- Isis is my client.

I just want to know
your office is doing about it.

- [laughs]

So now that the victim
is your client,

we're all just supposed
to jump into action?

- Beverly, she almost died.
- True, she did.

But if you ask me,
it's just another sad example

of the chickens
coming home to roost.

- Wow, that's cold-blooded.

- Do you even care about
all the victims

who have actually died
because of the people

who are influenced by
some of your client's lyrics?

- My client's lyrics
feed their families.

They did what they had to.
It's called survival.

- No, selling drugs
in the community

is not survival--
that is called murder.

- Why don't you tell that
to the people you work for?

The same people who put
the drugs on the street,

to begin with.

- When are you going
to wake up, huh?

You are so blinded
by your own ambition.

You can't even see
you're surrounding yourself
by the wrong people.

- Why are you so concerned
with who I hang out with?

We're not in college anymore.

Just tell me, are you intending
to pursue charges

against her boyfriend,
Lewis Harper?

- You know it's too early
to tell.

But I will say this--
if Lewis is the perp,

we'll most likely be looking
at simple assault.

- Are you serious?
That's probation and a fine.

The doctor's report said
he used a weapon--

- There wasn't a weapon
found at the scene,

and without a weapon
or a statement

from the victim, simple assault
is the best I'll be able to do.

- The best you'll be able
to do?

That's embarrassing.

- Careful, Daniella.

You're making
this way too personal.

It is not your job.
It is mine.

I'm trying to make
a difference,

and I thought you wanted
to do the same.

- I do, but to make
a difference

you first have to be different.
Not play the game.

You've gotta change it.
That's true power.

- True power?

Power is really the only thing
that you care about,

but real power
doesn't come easy.

To change anything you have
to work from the inside out.

- You can't change anything
from the inside

if you're on the outside,
Beverly.

- Just be careful, Daniella.

Don't get buried
in your own city.

- You don't have enough dirt.
Miguel.

- ♪ You kill me ♪

Bye [indistinct].
- Bye. Okay.

I'm glad I see you smiling
a little bit.

Daniella, I'm so sorry.

I know Isis is like
a little sister to you.

- Yeah.

Girl, it just seems like this
job gets harder and harder.

- You make it look so easy.
- It isn't.

Sometimes I question
why I do it.

- Because it's your job,
and you're damn good at it.

- I just wish I could
do more for Isis.

- Come on now, D, you already
do so much for everybody.

Look at what you did for me.

You took me in,
and you trusted me when no one

would even look my way,

and now I can go to law school.

[laughs softly]

You a hero to me.

- Careful, Tamika,
even heroes bleed.

- Lewis Harper, age 27.
Typical entertainer playboy.

Started in the industry
at the age of 17.

Multiple DUIs, arrest for
public intoxication, mischief,

trespassing, verbal assault,
minor drug offenses,

and even urinating in public.

And, oh yes let's not forget--
the sex tape.

- No, let's.

- Nice presentation, Tamika,

but I need more information
than what you can Google.

I need to know where he's been

and what he's been doing
since the assault.

- The police sent a squad car
to his residence.

Nobody answered.
This boy's disappeared.

- He's too high profile
to have just disappeared.

Someone has to be helping him.

I need you guys to dig deeper.
You know what I mean.

- You know that type of intel
ain't our thing.

Since you let Anthony go--
- I didn't let Anthony go.

He took another job.

- None of that matters because
we all know

that kind of digging can
only be done by an expert, so.

- What about that new mailroom
guy that Anthony recommended?

- Bring him to me.

- Colin Match.
- March, yes.

- Do you have a new trainee
by the name of Steven Someone?

- It's Sam Juan, not Someone.

- My bad.

So I take it you're him,
Steven?

- Yeah, that's me.

- Good, come with me please.
- What? Wait, wait.

There must be some mistake.
He's still in training.

- He just finished.

Have a good day, Mr. Match.

This way, Steven.

- It's March.

It's March.

It says March.

- Am I getting fired?

- No, just focus, observe,

and don't talk too much.

- Have a seat, Mr. Sam Juan.
- Wow, you got it right.

- I'll cut to the chase.

I want to offer you a position
on my team

as a special
digital researcher.

- Digital researcher?

- Full transparency:

I want you to do
some hacking for me.

- Is this an Asian thing?
- Are you serious?

- Dude, that is so racist.
You're stereotyping me.

You think that I can hack
just because I'm Asian?

What, you heard about
the new Oriental dude
working in the mailroom?

- Steven Sam Juan, age 27.

Last four of your social,
3429.

You still live
in your parents' basement.

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, so you pulled
my resume.

- Not just your resume.

Because I know why you still
live with your parents.

You hacked the United States
Federal Reserve

in record time at age 15.

The problem is you got caught,
went to juvie.

- How--those records
are supposed to be sealed.

- I'm sure you were just
a kid having fun,

but now your parents
are in debt because of it.

- What, are you blackmailing me
or something?

- This is Hollywood, Sam Juan.

People come here
from all over the world

to become celebrities, but...

fame is nothing compared
to power.

- Mm.
- Power is gained many ways.

One is through
the knowledge of secrets.

Everyone has them.

The lucky few take them
to their grave.

The rest would kill
to keep them.

That's what
makes them valuable.

Secrets are currency
to me, Sam Juan.

- So you want me to hack into
people's personal info

to get you "currency?"

- You're quick.

- Well, I'm sorry,
I can't do it.

If the feds found out
I was hacking again,

I'll be finished.

I'm not risking that
for you or for nobody.

- My previous tech guy
was Anthony Rice.

His hacker moniker
was Hannibal--

- The Carthaginian?
Yo, are you serious?

That dude's on
the Mount Rushmore of hackers.

Where's he now?

- Working for the NSA.

- Listen, as insanely cool
as this is,

I still don't think
I can do it.

- Look, Sam Juan--
- Can you call me Steven?

- No, sit down.

I understand your hesitance.

You're scared
you'll get caught again,

and you want to do right
by your parents,

which is why you took this job
to begin with.

Well, that and your father's
rising medical bills.

- Okay, can you stop doing
that, please?

It's a little creepy that
you know everything about me.

- My professional advice here
is that

you should never
turn down an offer

until you see
the proposed compensation.

- Are you serious?

- You could get your parents
out of debt in no time,

and I can promise you that I'll
protect you and your family

from anything we do here.

What do you say, Sam Juan?

- I say you should've
definitely started with this.

- Is that a yes?

- That's a yes.
- Good.

- Get to work.
- Yes, Ms. Hernandez.

- Thank you, Tamika.
- You're welcome.

- I need you to check
the private airfields.

They have a couple
of pilot friends, right?

- Yeah, we've narrowed
it down to two.

- I have the last cell tower
was Lewis pinged

and all the numbers he called
within the last 48 hours.

- This is it?

He should be in a panic right
now calling everyone he knows.

- Unless your boy got a burner.

- All right, I need you
to figure out

which one of these numbers
is his mother's.

Trace it and if he does have
a burner,

the new number
should show up there.

- Help me out.

What exactly
are we doing here?

- Meaning?

- I mean, this is an
entertainment law firm, right?

Don't you just do contract
negotiations and stuff?

Shouldn't we leave this
for the cops?

Like, why are we getting
involved in this case?

- Have a seat, Sam Juan.

We're getting involved
because I know

how the law works
and doesn't work.

I'm doing this because,

with the right team
of lawyers, right publicity,

and right crooked judge,
Lewis would get off scot-free

and sue Isis
for defamation of character.

I'm doing this
because Isis is my client,

and more importantly
she's my friend.

So you and I need
to get something clear.

If in the future you're curious

as to why
we're doing something,

the simple answer
is because I told you to.

- You need anything else
from me tonight?

- No thanks, Miguel.

- Good night, ma'am.
- Night.

- Gabriella.
- Good night, Miguel.

- [sighs]

You look just like your mother

when she would come back
from the studio so tired.

She was a workaholic
just like you.

Don't be like her.

- I don't know how else to be.

- You need to be
your own woman.

I keep telling you
that it's not healthy for you

to live in the same house
as your mother.

I think you need to sell it.

This is not good for you.

Too many goals.

There's only so much sage
I can burn.

- I'm never gonna sell it.
You know that.

It's the only way
I feel close to her.

- Don't forget your father
lived here too.

Not openly, but he was here

more than he was
with his own family.

He cared so much
about your mother

he bought this house cash

so the two of you
would always have it.

- Which is why I'm not leaving.
This house is all I have.

It's hard being without them.
Barely having a memory.

[laughs]

I didn't even know
who my father was

until a few years ago.

All I know is
I was a secret--a mistake.

- How many times
do I have to tell you

that you were not a mistake?

Would your father's life
have been ruined

if they would have known
about you?

Yes.

But believe me,
he loved you so much.

He always called you
his little angel.

You always tell me that.

Just wish I could remember it.
That I could remember anything.

[speaking Spanish]

- And I got you on my mind ♪

♪ Got me holding on ♪

♪ Till the love is gone ♪

♪ There's nobody love me
better ♪

♪ Summer's gone ♪

♪ And I ♪

♪ Love you better ♪

♪ ♪

♪ When the sun shines ♪

♪ Butterflies rise
on my soul ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You know I ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ We've both been wrong ♪

♪ But I know we can
do better ♪

♪ If the weather ♪

♪ It never change ♪

♪ ♪

♪ When summer's gone ♪

♪ And winter comes ♪

♪ The rain starts ♪

♪ And everything goes wrong ♪

♪ We can do better ♪

- You've got to be kidding me.

[pounding on door]

- Were you trying to wake
the neighbors?

- Where is he?
- Hello to you too, Daniella.

- Is he here?
- Who? It's just me here.

- Cut the act, Josh,

I saw your office number
on his call log.

When were you going to tell me
you started repping Lewis?

- Look, we barely started
talking last week.

Nothing's official yet.

- And you just failed
to mention that to me?

- Nothing's in ink.

- You don't know
what he did to her.

- Yeah, allegedly.
- Allegedly?

Oh, is that the advice you're
going to give your client?

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Just deny it all?

- Don't tell me how
to do my job.

- You didn't see her
in the hospital.

Her jaw is wired shut.
Her face is cut and bruised.

She's barely recognizable,

but I guess
that doesn't matter to you

because you've got
your new client.

Congratulations.
- Just wait. Wait.

Stop, just listen!

You're right.

I should have told you
at the office.

- Yeah, you should have.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Do you know where he is?
- No, Daniella.

- Are you telling me the truth?
- Yes, trust me.

And listen...

- Stop it.

- I'm sorry
that I didn't tell you.

- You're sorry?
- Yeah.

[smooth music]

♪ ♪

- [whispering]
You're beautiful.

♪ ♪

TV announcer: ...inquiry
on corruption charges

involving several
of its members.

Hip hop royalty
rapper Connor Hanks

known as Lil Murda
has been reported dead.

His death has been
ruled a suicide.

Authorities say there was
no foul play involved.

Connor was 31 years old
with a promising career,

currently holding
a top 10 chart spot

for three weeks in a row
with his latest single.

Sources say that Hanks
was in talks

with hip hop mogul
Big Dom's label.

The deal was said
to be worth millions.

- Tell me you didn't do this.

[indistinct rapping]

- What's up, D?

- I'm looking for Dom.
- Oh, I'll bring you to him.

Dom, D's here to see you.

- Yo, cut.
- It was good seeing you.

- Goo to see you too, Bella.

- I'ma go handle
this for you.

- Appreciate you.

- I'ma hold it down
for you, man.

- All right, good.

[indistinct chatter]

- Ladies.

- How you doing, Dom?

- Life is Gucci.
Getting them bags.

Now you know you the baddest
chick on the planet, right?

- Well, I'm sure your wife
Bella would disagree.

- There you go,
you know she ain't my wife.

- And you know why I'm here.
Tell me you didn't do it.

- Do what?

- Dom, don't play me like
I'm everyone else.

- First of all,
I would never play you, D.

Second, I don't know
what you mean.

- You don't know what I mean?
- No.

- Connor Hanks?
You know he's my client.

I find it really hard
to believe

that a young white kid
at the top of his game

would just
suddenly commit suicide.

- And you think I had something
to do with this?

Look, I wouldn't lie to you.

- If I find out--
- You won't.

Now, what's up?

Can a nigga get some love?
A smile or something?

Damn.
There it is.

That's what I like to see.

I know you sad.

Sorry to hear
about your girl Isis.

- Yeah, well, I'm looking
for Lewis.

- Hm.

- You wouldn't happen
to know where he is?

- No, nothing yet.
But if you want,

I could put some
of my people on him for you.

- Okay, that would help,
but nothing illicit.

Just let me know
where he is, okay?

- Consider it done.
- Okay.

- You know I'ma want
a favor in return, right?

- [scoffs]

What?

- I want you
to represent me again.

Greenwald and them been cool,
D,

but they ain't you.

Ain't nobody you.

- I'll think about it.
- I'll be thinking about you.

Yo, let's get back to work.

[doorbell chimes]

[soft R&B music]

♪ ♪

- Wow, two nights
in a row, huh?

- ♪ Baby, I know you know ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You're my way for sure ♪

♪ If you want ♪

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- [gasping]

- Angela.

[grunts]

Angela.
Angela!

[groans] Angela.

- Daddy.
- Angela.

- Daddy.

[gasps]

- Hey, whoa, whoa.

Another nightmare?
- Yeah.

- You gonna tell me
what it's about this time?

- You don't want to know.

- Come on, Daniella,

I'm not gonna hurt you.

- [panting]

- I just...

I just--

I just keep having
these dreams,

but they're more like visions.

- What do you mean "visions?"

- Like, visions
of what happened

the night my parents died.

Like, it wasn't just
a car accident.

- You know what happened.

Your dad was found with drugs
and alcohol in his system.

The car spun out of control
and--and that's it.

Okay, and I know
you want to believe

there's more to this story
but, baby,

sometimes there just isn't.

- I know that's the story,

but I don't know
if that's the truth.

Everyone I've ever talked
to about my dad

said they don't remember him
drinking or doing drugs.

- I mean...

We all have
secrets, right?

You're the one
who told me that.

I mean, look at us right now.

- Yeah.
- And you were so little.

I mean, what do you
actually remember?

- Well, that's just the thing.
I wasn't in the car, right?

But in my dream,
I'm in the backseat.

I can see everything.

- Well, it's definitely
a dream.

Because if you'd been
in that car,

you wouldn't even
be here right now.

- Yeah, I know.
It just--

it feels so real.

- I bet.

It's okay.

- It's probably all in my head.

Just forget I said
anything, okay?

I gotta go.

- No you don't.

Why don't you just stay
the night tonight?

Look, nobody knows you're here.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

- If you hear from Lewis,
promise you'll call?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

[grunts, sighs]

It was fun.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah.
No, she just left.

I think she may know something.

[phone ringing]

- Lang & Associates,
Daniella Hernandez's office.

Uh-huh.
Who am I speaking to?

Yo, are you serious?

Yeah, sure man.
I'll tell her you downstairs.

All right, cool.

- So the phone number
led to a dead end.

We need to double our efforts
to find Lewis.

- Good morning.
- You're late.

- I'm actually
15 minutes early,

and I'm doing your job
answering your phone calls.

- What phone calls?
- That was Big Dom.

He said he was outside,
and he wanted to stop in.

- What?!

What did you tell him?
- Of course I said sure.

I mean, that's Big Dom.

- Oscar and Lil Ag's meeting
is in five minutes.

They're probably downstairs
in our lobby right now.

- You just made sure the two
biggest rivals in hip hop

are about to meet in our lobby
together at the same time.

- We got the number one spot.

- If I want Ag,
I'll take him from you.

[overlapping shouting]

- You got a problem with Dom,
you got a problem with me.

- Stop! Hey! Stop!

You're not doing this here.
Look around you.

I don't care who rolled up
on who. It's done now.

I swear I'll drop
both of you as clients.

Tamika, take Oscar and Lil Ag
to the conference room

to sign the conflict
and fee agreements.

- Let's go.
Let's go, now.

- You come with me.

- You good, need me to roll?

- Hold it down till I get back.
I got D.

- Yeah, yeah.

- What are you doing here?

- I appreciate you agreeing
to take me back as a client.

I missed you.

- I never said
I'd take you back,

and you showing up here
unannounced

is not helping
your case at all.

- That's what I always loved
about you, D.

You still got that fire,
the way you handled

everybody down there
in the lobby.

Now, you know, I ain't never
listened to nobody but you.

- Dom, stop.
It's business.

- Okay, then let's talk
business.

I know you think I should leave
the streets alone, D,

but the streets
is what got me where I am.

- Yeah.
- I just got offered

a new distribution deal
for 50 mil.

I have three platinum artists
and counting.

They all have priors.
That's why I need you.

- I appreciate that, Dom,

but if you and I are ever gonna
work together again,

you have to promise me

that everything's
gonna be done legit.

I can't let you put me
in that position again.

- Of course,
I can't erase the past.

I'm worried about your girl,
the DA chick.

- Yeah, you should be.

Beverly's relentless
and she has too much power now.

If she finds even
the slightest bit of evidence

that you're using illicit funds
to finance your label,

she'll stop at nothing
to shut you down.

- [sighs] You and me both
know I'ma always be a real one,

but I'll lay low.

As for your man Oscar,
you need to tell him

to stay out of my way for him
and Ag's safety.

Already been nice enough
letting him use my studio,

but they need to be grateful.

- This is exactly what
I'm talking about, Dom,

keep me out
of your street business.

Don't worry about what I do

for Oscar and Lil Ag;
that's my business.

- All right.
- Arnold.

I hope you don't mind.

- No, of course.
No problem.

Dom, how's the man of the year?

- Living one day at a time,
pimp.

What's popping with you?

- Oh, you know,
business as usual.

Hey, congrats on Sabrina
going platinum.

You're on top
of the world, Dom.

- It's a hell of a view.

- So let's do lunch next week.

- For sure.
- Well, since we're all here,

can we talk business?
- Sure.

I hear you're coming back
to the family.

- It looks like it,

but I wanted to discuss it
with you first.

- Come on, Daniella,
if it were up to me

he never would have left
in the first place.

Greenwald is not
Lang & Associates.

They don't have anybody like
Daniella over there, do they?

- Agreed. So it sounds like
the prodigal son returns.

Now let's get this paper, huh?

- Dom's happy,
everybody's happy.

I'll let you
two guys finish up.

- All right.
- Thank you, Arnold.

- Well, as much as I love
playing catch-up with you,

I have to get back to work.

I'll have Tamika send over

the retainer agreement
this afternoon.

- The hospital just called.

- If I didn't get it,
it didn't happen.

I want the report on my desk
by end of day today.

- Bev, I got the financials
on Dom and Oscar.

Now we do know that they are
a bunch of criminals

that are trying to wash
their dirty money,

but we can't prove that
that money's being used

to fund the labels.

- Well without
any hard evidence,

we can't do a damn thing
against Dom or Oscar.

[sighs]

But I will find a way
to take them down.

I'll be damned
if I let those thugs

continue to hide
behind their drug money.

- Well look, Lewis,
he's an easier case to make.

I say we just got to find him.
- We'll find him.

We just need to make sure we do
before Daniella does.

- I'm on it.

- I'm going to the hospital
to check on Isis.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- What are you doing here?
- I'll meet you downstairs.

My job.

- Oh, so now you want
to do your job.

- I know you're looking
for Lewis,

but you are not the prosecutor.

So if you find him,
turn him in, Daniella.

No games this time.

Don't make me arrest you
for obstruction.

- Don't try to stop a train
you can't even slow down.

- Legally I can, actually.

All I need is a reason, and you
are so close to giving me one.

- Yeah, I'd like
to see you try.

- You know,
the rest of the world
might buy this whole

untouchable tough girl act,

but you and I both know you're
just a scared little girl

with daddy issues
trying to fix everyone else

'cause you can't fix yourself.

- Is she okay?
- She's gonna be fine.

- Oh, my God.

It is so good
to see your eyes open.

We missed you.

Your fans are gonna be so happy
to hear your voice again.

I'm so sorry.

Forgive me, but I have
to ask you what happened.

Time's not on our side.

If you could just tell me a
little bit about what happened

or even just tell me
what weapon he used,

we could pursue serious charges
against Lewis.

I know you can hear me.

Isis, please.

Why won't she look at me?

- This is common with patients
who've experienced

her level of trauma.

- Do you mind leaving us alone?

- Sure.

- I can't imagine what
you must be thinking right now.

How you must be feeling.

I know you're probably
still in love with Lewis.

I understand.

But you can't let him
get away with this.

You have to tell me
what happened.

- Pictures.
- Hm?

- Get the pictures.

- The nurse said she regained
consciousness?

Isis. Isis?

What's wrong?

- [laughs softly]

She's going to be okay.
That's what the nurse said.

But um--look,
I got to go, okay?

- Okay.
- I'll be back.

[murmuring]

Don't worry.
Everything's gonna be okay.

- Good to see you.
- Okay, I'll talk to you soon.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Tamika.
- Yeah.

- I need you to pay Lewis's
financial advisor a visit.

His name is Gilbert Rice.

Tell Sam Juan to come up
with some dirt

to make him cooperate.

We need to figure out where
Lewis is spending his money.

- How's that for an asset?

- Also see if Sam Juan
can access

the gated community
security footage.

- Okay.
- Maybe we'll get an image

of Lewis leaving the complex.

- Actually, Steven just
found something for you.

Apparently Lewis had a sealed
domestic abuse case

filed against him
about eight years ago.

- Do you have a name?
- Better.

We have an address.

- My name is
Daniella Hernandez.

I'm Isis Ray's attorney.

I want to talk to you
about an assault case

you filed eight years ago.

- Look, my husband
will be home soon...
- I'll be quick.

- And I've got a lot of things--
- I just have a few questions.

- I don't think that I can
answer your questions

because I signed an NDA
when we settled.

- I understand,
but you heard about

what happened to Isis,
right?

I just need to know
what happened to you.

- I'm sorry.
I can't--I can't help you.

- It will help me,
Veronica, please.

Isis in shock.

She'll need months
to recuperate.

We need to find Lewis now.

- My husband doesn't know
about the case.

- Answer my questions,
and it will stay that way.

- [sighs] Oh, okay.

[clears throat]
I was young.

I wanted to be a singer.

I wanted the spotlight.
Or so thought.

And, um...

I, you know,
put myself out there.

- Don't blame yourself.
You're the victim.

- Yeah, that's the thing.
I wasn't.

Like I said,
I was young and ambitious

and I really, really wanted
the attention so bad.

So I snuck into a party,
and, um...

I got close to him.

I threw myself at him.

And, uh...

he took me in this room.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

I didn't know he'd do
what he did.

But that was the night
I met Lewis.

- Wait.

Weren't you just
talking about Lewis?

Isn't Lewis the one
that did those things to you?

- He never touched me.

- Who assaulted you?

- I can't tell you.
I can't say.

Look, I could lose
everything--everything.

And I just--I can't risk it.
He took pictures.

He took pictures, and he said
that he would send them

to my entire family
if I ever said anything.

- Who?
Who took the pictures?

- I can't--I can't tell you.

But what I can say is,

me and Isis
weren't the only ones.

- What do you mean?
- I can't say.

Look, I already said
too much.

I need--I need you to go.
My husband is on his way home.

Please, you have to go.
Please.

- Okay.

If you change your mind,
you have my card.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [giggling]

- Stop.
Turn around.

You'll do.
Get in.

[keys clacking]

- Hi, Gilbert.
- How'd you get in here?

- Security let us in.
- Do I know you?

- No, but I brought you a gift.

- Wait--what are you doing?
What are you doing?

- I need some information
on Lewis Harper's

recent financial activity.

I just would like for you
to step away from your computer

for a short time
while leaving it logged in

to a specific account.

Or I could just forward
these pictures to your wife.

- Any updates?
- Yes, I checked the gated

community security footage
like you asked,

but It's been erased,
and the security guard

that was on duty
that night has quit too.

- And Lewis's account
hasn't moved

since the night of the assault,

but I did find a couple
of recent substantial advances

that recently popped
into his account,

and you won't believe from who.

- I don't believe this.

Been there before.

- Mm-hmm.
- [clears throat]

- Oh, shit.
- Sit down, Lewis.

- Uh...

so how'd you find me?
- It wasn't easy.

- So what now, are the police
outside waiting on me?

- No, there's no police.

- Oh, or the paparazzi
out there

waiting to get exclusive shots
at a singer/woman beater.

- No, just me and Miguel,
my driver.

- Then what is it
that you want?

- I want to hear you say it.

- Say what?
- What you did.

- Tell me.

- [sighs] I got angry.

I was controlling.

I hit her.

- No, no you didn't.

But for some reason,

you're willing to take the fall
for the person who did. Why?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Lewis, I already know
who did it.

We're standing in his house
right now, aren't we?

Why are you covering for him?

What in the world
did he promise you?

- Look, you're a big-time
lawyer and all,

but you don't understand what
this business is like

for guys like me.

What men of power
can really get away with.

My label dropped me
six months ago.

I needed help, and he can
take me where I need to be.

He promised me
that he'd have it fixed

that I get charged
with just a misdemeanor.

Probation if anything.

He said, "The public is more
forgiving of a artist."

He promised me hits.
Put me back on top.

- Did he make those promises

before or after
he attacked Isis?

- After.

- Lewis, you're a bad liar.

- He's good at making
big promises.

That's how he works.

That must be how
he got to Isis again.

- Are you saying he's done this
to ISIS before?

- Yeah, but not as bad.

This time he lost control.

- Like he did with Veronica?
- Yeah.

- You just let him use you
to cover up what he did to her?

- How do you think
I got my first Grammy?

- So you've sacrificed
your soul for fame?

- At first, but it started
to get out of hand.

I didn't know
what to do with myself.

I'm starting not to even
like myself anymore.

It's why I stay high.

Look, I feel really bad
about what happened to Isis.

She's a good girl,
and I told him--I told him

if he ever put his hands
on her again,

I'd killed his ass myself.

- Tough words for a fall guy.

But will you stand up
and tell the world what he did?

- Of course not.

You know I can't do that,

and even if I did,

nobody would
believe me anyway.

He's untouchable.
- Not to me.

You gotta get
your life together, Lewis.

- Is Isis gonna be okay?
The news not saying much.

- She's awake,
but she'll never be okay again.

- Look, it's bigger than him.

He's not the only one.

You gotta be safe.

- Thank you.

- Now what?

- I don't know.
Can't prove anything.

It's all circumstantial.

[gunshots]

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

- Angela.

Angela.
Angela!

[grunting, gasping]

Angela.

- Daddy.
- Angela.

[grunts]

- Daddy.

♪ ♪

- He sacrificed enough.
Don't harm the girl.

- Angela.

- [gasps]

[exhales]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[calm music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Summer days are gone ♪

♪ And I got you on my mind ♪

♪ Got me holding on ♪

♪ Till the love is gone ♪

♪ 'Cause nobody love me
better ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Summer's gone ♪

♪ And I... ♪

- You've been a daughter to me
ever since your parents died,

and I have to tell you,

I'm worried about you,
mi amor.

Is it the nightmare?

- Yeah, that and work.

- Did you pray about it?

- No, Tia, I haven't
prayed about it.

- You too good to pray now?
- Never too good to pray.

I just forgot.

There's been a lot on my mind.

- You need to pray more
and worry less.

You've always been
such a worrywart.

Always trying to solve
everyone else's problems.

- Because I can't solve my own.

- Which is why
you took this life.

To help people.

Because this is what
you do best.

You need to take care
of yourself now.

This job has become your life.

What does it matter
if you have money and power,

but no love,
no peace in your heart?

No, you can't sacrifice that.

- I know.

Maybe--

maybe I've made power
too important.

Maybe I've been so blinded
by my own ambition,

I can't see that I'm playing
for the wrong team.

- No, mi hija, you're good
at what you do,

and you fight
for what you believe in.

And there's never
anything wrong with that.

- What if I help bad men?

- Bad men were once good boys,

and sometimes
they need help too.

- Sometimes, but not this time.

This one needs to pay
for what he did.

But it's complicated.

I... just can't figure it out.

[sighs]

- Your mother used to say that
whenever she had

a huge problem,

she'd form pictures
in her mind of what her life

would look like
if the problem was solved.

She would keep those images
in her mind, focus on them,

pull them in closer and closer,

until those pictures
became her reality.

- The pictures, of course.

Thank you, Tia.

♪ ♪

Sam Juan, yeah, it's me.

I need you to meet me
an hour early tomorrow, okay?

Okay, so Isis and Veronica
both said he took photos.

That means there's got
to be copies somewhere.

A guy like this
is gonna want to look at them.

My guess is, it's on
a personal computer somewhere.

- I can hack that.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- You'll be able to find
the photos?

- Yeah, it's probably
on an encrypted file.

All I need is a home address.

Once I get that,
I can hack the IP address

to every computer
inside the home.

- Every computer?
- And laptop.

If there's any information,
files, pictures, statements,

anything on any
of those computers

you can have in...
less than an hour?

- Good.
Tamika, give him the address.

- On it.

- Sam Juan, find me
those photos.

- Easy.

- Thank you for joining us,

and we're going to jump
right in with breaking news.

This morning we've obtained
pictures showing

multi-Grammy award winner
and music mogul Larry Stilwell

in some very
troubling situations.

We have also learned
that these pictures

were anonymously sent

to the Los Angeles police
department at the DA's office.

Pictures that are too graphic
for us to air,

but show the producer
engaging in sexual acts...

- I can't believe this.
I'm being set up.

- That can only be described
as sadomasochistic rape...

- Isis was like
a daughter to me.

- Dating back for years.

Authorities are still working
to identify the victims,

and we are
withholding their names

to protect their identities,

but we can say
that among the photos

are graphic images
of the assault of Isis Ray

who has been in intensive care for the last week.

- It's me.
Get rid of them both--now.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[pounding on door]

- Police, open up!

We have a warrant
for your arrest.

♪ ♪

[heart rate monitor
flat-lining]

- [sobbing]

[monitor beeping]

- Drop the gun, now!

♪ ♪

- Tamika.
- D.

She's gone.

I'm sorry.

[solemn music]

- [crying]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[distant siren wailing]

♪ ♪

- Come here.
It's okay.

It's okay, I got you.

- I almost did it.

- But you didn't, all right?

[heartbeat thumping]

I missed you.

I missed you so much.

- [breathes deeply]

- [sniffs]

Mm.

Good morning, beautiful.

- Morning.
- Last night was amazing.

Why are you leaving?

- I got work.

- Yeah, I wish you could stay.

- I want to see you again.

- You have a woman,
and she's a crazy one.

- You know I'd leave her
crazy ass for you.

- Please don't.
- Why, are you seeing somebody?

- No.

- Then you know I've been
feeling you since day one.

You get me.

You know I'm a beast
out there,

but for you
I want to be better.

- Dom, you're a bad boy.

- Don't good girls
fall for bad boys?

- Who said I was a good girl?

Bye.

Thank you.
- [chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

- Good news.

Your boy Lil Ag just got picked
up on aggravated assault.

Think we can make it stick?

- I'll make sure it does.
How'd you get the warrant?

- Stan.

- Good.

- All right.

- This may not be my business,
but, um,

what's the beef
with you and Daniella?

- There's no beef.

Daniella just needs to know
she's not above the law,

and that we're going to be
taking down these criminals

that she calls clients.

- Sounds good.
Well, I just want to make sure

that we have everything
lined up.

We don't want anything
to backfire on us if we don't.

- It's your job to make
sure it doesn't.

- I always do my job.

- Good.

Now we have a funeral
to go to.

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[people murmuring]

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- [sighs]

[murmuring continues]

- Still haven't seen you
in a while.

I miss you.
- Not here.

- Can I see you later?
- We'll see.

[exhales sharply]

- Daniella.
- Beverly.

- Look, I know we've had
our differences,

but I am truly sorry
for your loss.

You know this music
entertainment industry BS

can really take you down
if you let it.

- You're unbelievable.

Listen, I love my job,
and I'm good at it.

You love your job,
and you're a bully at it.

I think it's best we stay
out of each other's way.

- No, see, I think
we're the same beast.

We both do whatever it takes
by any means necessary.

- Hm.

Yeah, sure.
But there's one big difference,

I'm not trying
to take people down

just because they want
to follow their dreams.

- Oh, I'm just trying to help.

- You can help by staying away
from my clients and I.

What is this?

- It's an indictment against
Lil Ag for aggravated assault

and attempted murder against
his engineer Craig Cooper.

- So this is how
you're trying to help?

- We picked him up an hour ago.

He won't be getting
out this time.

- You're going to wish
you never met me.

- Oh, Daniella,
I'm not the enemy.

One day you'll see that.
You'll choose the good guys.

I just hope that when you do,
it's not too late.

I'll see you in court.

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- Daniella...

what was that all about?

- They arrested Lil Ag.

- That lady never gives up,
does she?

- She will when she realizes
she can't win.

- This thing is so unfortunate.

You know I--I've known Larry
for decades.

And I heard stories that
he was into some kinky stuff

but never imagined this.

The worst part--this firm lost
a $10 million client.

- Two lives have been lost.

I'll be happy to see
Larry behind bars.

I hope he rots there.

- Let's just say
it's a terrible loss

for the families and the firm.

- I don't see it that way.

Larry's connection to our firm
is a liability.

Once our reputation is lost,
you can't buy it back.

- Spoken like a true partner.

- Thank you.

- I know you were
behind the leak.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- You're one hell of a lady,
Hernandez.

I feel sorry for the poor soul
who gets on your bad side.

I know you think you were
doing the right thing,

but when it comes
to my clients,

don't ever pull anything
like that again.

Or you're going to go
head-to-head

with this bull,
understand?

- I understand.
- Okay.

- Oh, Arnold,
one more thing.

I want to file two wrongful
death suits against Larry.

I know he was behind Isis'
and Lewis' death.

They were also clients.

- Come on, Daniella,
don't you think

the poor bastard has
sacrificed enough?

[echoing] Sacrificed enough,
sacrificed enough?

He's sacrificed enough.

Don't harm the girl.

- Come on, Daniella,
don't you think

the poor bastard has
sacrificed enough?

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