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- There she is.
The woman of the hour.

In the time
you've been with this firm,

billings are up almost 30%.

- People come here
from all over the world

to become celebrities,

but fame is nothing
compared to power.

I didn't even know
who my father was,

until a few years ago.

- He loved you so much.

- 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.

- Let's all take time
to congratulate

our beautiful guest of honor

for her triple platinum album!

- Ms. Isis, she was attacked
last night at her house.

- It seems like
she's gonna pull through.

- There are ligature marks
around her wrist,

which implies she was bound
during the attack, and...

- Have the authorities
said anything?

- No.
Not yet.

- Her face is cut and bruised.

She's barely recognizable.

- Did he make those promises

before or after
he attacked Isis?

- After.

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

I want to offer you
a position on my team

as a special digital researcher.

I want you to do
some hacking for me.

- Rapper Connor Hanks

known as Lil Murduh
has been reported dead.

- Tell me you didn't do it.
- I don't know what you mean.

- I just keep
having these dreams,

visions of what happened
the night my parents died

like it wasn't just
a car accident.

I wasn't in the car, right?

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

Daddy?

- Hey, hey, hey.
Another nightmare?

- Yeah.
What are you doing here?

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

- Dom, how's the man
of the year?

- Living one day
at a time, pimp.

What's popping with you?

- This morning,
we've obtained pictures

showing
multi-Grammy award winner

and music mogul Larry Stillwell

in some very
troubling situations.

- Get rid of 'em both now.

- Bring him up.
What's the deal, Connor?

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

- Wrong answer.
Drop him!

- No, no, no!
All right, 75!

75's good.
Please, please!

- You're a bad boy.

- You know good girls
fall for bad boys.

- Who said I was a good girl?

- My name is Lila,
and I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Lila.

- I've been sober
five years and seven days.

My name isn't Lila.

That's my mom.
These are her clothes.

My name's Daniella Hernandez.

I'm sick of lying.

I got somebody killed.

My good friend's daughter.

When you introduced
a young woman to a predator,

lied to yourself...

"She'll be fine.
She'll be fine.

She's fine."

Maybe you never said,
"Fuck it, it's your job."

How do I make amends?
I don't want to be here.

I want to hook a bottle
of 100 proof to my arm.

That's how bad
I want to get drunk.

Maybe you haven't done
the shit I've done.

Maybe you're not so angry,
that doing bad feels good.

Maybe you got the hugs
you needed growing up.

Why am I asking you guys?

You guys are liars just like me.

My name is Daniella Hernandez.

That's my real name.
I'm an alcoholic.

I don't know how to make amends.

- Lila, do you feel
like talking today?

- No, thank you.

- Yo, Dom, it's Mack.
We got a problem, homey.

- My God.
- They just dropped him. Trell.

- When they say,
"Yo, Dom, it's Mack.

We got a problem, homey"...
- Dom, Dom.

- He's talking
about Dom Mayfield.

- I just saw something.

- That's him right there
with his attorney

Daniella something.
- Hernandez.

Trell, you have to destroy this
right away.

- Nah, baby, I'ma take it
straight to Dom as a favor.

He's gonna want to see his boys

were stupid enough
to get caught on video.

- He's gonna think that you're...

- Nah, look, Neisha,

all I'm gonna ask him to do
is listen to my tracks.

That's it.

- Trell, a man is dead.
- Just think about it.

With him behind me,

I'm gonna drop
some platinum hits.

I'ma buy this whole new building

and finally get
your dance academy started.

- Wait, listen, listen, listen.
Listen, listen.

I know I can't change your mind,

but I'm gonna write
this information down anyway.

That's Daniella Hernandez's
law firm.

Give her the video.
She works for Dom.

Whatever she does,
you'll be protected.

- Okay, baby, love you.
Gotta go.

- Anybody else seen this?
- Just me.

So what's your price?

Here's my micro SD
and my SIM card.

You got the only copy.

- In exchange for what?

- Man, I've been trying
to get with you

for over a year now just so you
can hear my beats, man.

- Well, shit, man.

Let's see
what you're working with.

- Shit, let's go.

- That's fire.
There's more here?

- Hell yeah, man.
Shit, keep it.

- Let me give your stuff
a serious listen,

and then I'ma reach out to you.

I think we can do business.

- Man, all I ever wanted
was a chance, dog.

- Okay.
- Man, I appreciate it, shit.

- Back at you.

- Killing tracks
with Dom Mayfield,

man, goddamn.

- Get rid of him.

Get his phone.
Do him in his hood.

Make sure
it look like a robbery.

- Keneisha, Keneisha!

There was a shooting
down the street.

I think it might be D'Trell.

- No!
- Ma'am, ma'am, please.

- No!
- Please, ma'am.

Do not go back there.
- No, God, no!

- Can you give me a hand,
please?

- You have to step back.
- Ma'am.

- Yeah, sure,
I can take care of that.

- What you got for me
this morning, Tamika?

Anything good?

- About half a dozen contracts
for your review.

- I said "good."

Did the Coachella
promoters call?

- They did.

They also sent over
the amendments

for the performance agreements.
- Great.

- And what if I said
you have a visitor?

A client?

- A colleague?
- Nah.

Someone I don't want to talk to?

- A young woman.
It concerns Dom Mayfield.

- A young woman and Dom?
Talk to me.

- Her name is
Keneisha Washington.

Her fiancé
was killed this morning.

She said he gave her something
you should see.

- Bring her in.

- Keneisha?
She's ready to see you now.

- Keneisha.
Daniella Hernandez.

Tamika says you have something
you want to show me.

- I didn't even know I had it

until I checked
Trell's uploaded files.

Trell shot this
when he went on the roof

to take a cigarette break
at his job.

- Yo, Dom, it's Matt.
We got a problem, Homey.

- Trell recorded it
a couple weeks ago.

He showed it to me today,
and I said give it to you,

and then next thing I know,
he's dead.

No cell phone,
wallet, watch, anything.

Everything was gone.
I know it was Dom Mayfield.

- Wait, we don't know
that it was Dom.

- It was Dom!
Am I in danger?

- Try and stay calm,
Ms. Washington.

- Is he gonna come
after me next?

- Sit down.

- My... my picture
is all over the home screen.

My address.
My studio.

- Do you have family
you can stay with?

- All I had was Trell
and my dance studio.

That's it.

I never had any real parents.
I grew up in foster homes.

I'm lost without him,
and I came to you

because I don't know what to do.

Should I give it to the police?
Isn't that the right thing?

- There's the right thing.

Show the police
what's on this video.

Let it be their problem.

But sometimes,

that can lead
to unexpected results.

They start digging places
you don't want them to.

Or there's the best thing
to keep you, Keneisha, safe.

As my pro bono client,
everything you've told me

is now
attorney-client privilege.

You give this problem to me,
and I'll fix it.

I'll take every copy
of this video.

You don't keep any,

and now it's
no longer your problem.

It's mine.

Understood?

Sign everywhere there's an X.

We're gonna take care of you.

- He said there's
no more copies, right?

How we know he didn't give one
to his girl for safekeeping?

That's right.
We don't.

Get the girl,
and we done with this shit.

No more mistakes, man.

That was in his wallet.

- Okay, I got you.
Come on.

- Wow, Keneisha.

This is smart.

You design it yourself?

Me and Trell together.

There was so much
we wanted to do,

if we just owned
this place, you know?

- I bet.
- You ever dance?

- When I was little,

I was the smallest girl
in ballet class.

Then adolescence hit.
I developed a lot.

That was the end
of my ballet career.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- I thought you'd close up shop
for a few days,

take some time for yourself.

- I have to keep working,
or else I'll fall apart,

with everything that's happened,

and I literally
can't afford to close.

- Not even for a day?
- No.

I'm two months late on the rent.

I'm lucky I even have a showcase

to rehearse right now.

My friend Monica, she's casting

a "Hamilton" touring show,
and if I can get her

to hire one or more of my girls,

then word will get out
that my dancers get hired,

and that'll help
my business grow, you know?

And it's my only hope

to keep the studio alive
without Trell.

- Keneisha, I'm sorry.

Hold on.

I have to go.

But don't worry.

I'll send someone
to look after you.

It's gonna be okay.

- Ms. Hernandez,
can I really trust you?

- Yes.
You can.

- Arnold needs you.
- I know.

- Yo, what up, D?
- Don't "what up" me.

I've been trying to call you
for the past 20 minutes.

- I was in a session.
- You lied to me.

- What you talking about?
- Connor Hanks, Dom.

- Connor Hanks?
- Stop, just stop.

Mack called you when they
dropped him from that roof.

- How you know that?
- It doesn't matter.

I need to talk to you in person.

- One more second of that
lice-infested county lockup,

I was gonna
Jeffrey Epstein, I swear.

- Larry, stop the crazy talk.

And, trust me,
that overzealous D.A. will pay,

if she brings charges
against you.

- I appreciate it, Seymour.

You know, I'm sorry,
but what the world saw

in that sex tape of me and Isis,

it was completely consensual.

Completely.
Was it rough sex?

Yes, but that was her thing.

- Sorry I'm late, Arnold.
Ezra, Josh.

What the hell is he doing here?

- He's a client.

- Daniella, you know
I didn't kill Isis.

I loved her.

And no offense to Ezra,

but you're the attorney
that can get me off.

- No pun intended, right?
- Josh.

The media is roasting my ass.

They want to do to me
what they did to Harvey,

so what do you think you can do?

- And so we're just gonna skip

over the part
where you murdered Isis?

- Daniella.
- What?

It's too coincidental.

An incriminating sex tape
is made public,

and minutes
before he's arrested,

Isis suddenly dies
in hospital care,

and Lewis is shot to death?

- Isis's death
is on the hospital, not me.

And Lewis?

Yeah, he made money for me
and Criterium Records,

even got us a Grammy, but
it was his gang associations

that finally caught up with him.

- Bullshit.

- I've been doing a lot
of explaining lately,

especially to my wife,
and, frankly, I'm sick of it.

The only thing I'm guilty of
is on that video.

- Next you'll say she beat you.
- Enough.

- You're right, Arnold.
I'm too close.

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

You can believe that.

- Good, I'm glad.
She meant a lot to me too.

I want you on my team, Daniella.

- Wait.

That's what this is about?

I'll quit before I'll be
his Black female showpiece

and lie to everyone
that he's innocent.

I'm out of here.
- Daniella...

- Daniella, don't leave.

- Arnold.
- Everybody, out of here.

- Come on.
Larry, let's go.

- Daniella, you're gonna quit
over some bullshit like Larry?

He's not worth
sacrificing your career.

- "Sacrifice,"

that's a word
you like a lot, Arnold.

- I believe it fits
the current situation.

- Yeah.
It sure does.

- Daniella.

- Hey, Somwon.
- Morning, boss.

- How's it going with the firm's

document management systems?

- I wish they'd let me
fix it by myself.

I can go twice as fast,

but I'll just enjoy
the overtime pay.

- What can you do with
just a date and a location?

- Anything.

- Los Angeles.
August 11, 1989.

That's the night
my parents died.

I want to know everything
they did that day.

I need to know why they're dead.

- I'll get right on it, boss.

- All right.
Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Hey, angels...
- Tamika.

- Hi, Mommy.

- Mommy, it's us.
- Where's Nana?

- Taking a bath.
- We miss you, Mommy.

Mommy misses you too.

I'm coming
to see you this weekend.

- Promise?
- Promise.

Give Nana my love.
Mommy's gotta go now, okay?

- What's up?
- What's up?

- So the hospital blames
Isis's narcotic overdose

on equipment malfunction.

The equipment
manufacturer insists

Isis had
a preexisting condition.

- I knew Isis a long time.

I don't remember her having
any preexisting conditions.

- The manufacturer
calls it cocaine.

Even though there was
no trace in her system

at the time of death,

they're insisting her prior
heavy use was a factor.

- Here's what I believe.

Right before Larry was arrested,

he had his hit squad
kill Isis and Lewis.

I believe the nurse
in this video

went into Isis's room

and gave her the overdose
that killed her.

- Yeah, you're probably right,

but the hospital has no clue
who that woman is,

and LAPD's batting zero
with facial recognition.

Look, why don't we
slap Stillwell

with aggravated sexual assault,

bring him in,
and break him down?

- Because a conviction for ASA
would amount to nothing more

than a slap on the wrist.
I want him for murder, Jason.

- Well, now you
talking my language.

- Knock-knock.

- Hey, Misty.

Jason, this is Misty Cross,
Isis's mother.

We go way back.

Back when you and Daniella
were skinny little coeds

running around
on that Berkeley campus.

- She was our sorority advisor.

- And they'd babysit
little Isis for me

when I had to bring her to work.

The only two that ever had
real time for her.

- Ms. Cross,
please accept our condolences.

We will get justice
for your daughter.

That is a promise.

- I appreciate that.

How are you ever
gonna get justice

when Larry isn't
even behind bars?

- We got Epstein.
We got Kelly.

I will get Stillwell.

- So you're arresting him today?

- It's complicated.

- You made me
a promise, Beverly.

You said you'd
look after my baby.

You and Daniella.

Now, together,
you can make it right.

Together?

Daniella works
for Lang & Associates.

They're Larry's lawyers.

I doubt they have any interest

in making anything right
together.

- Have you talked to Daniella?

- She will tell you
it is her job

to represent those most
wouldn't give the time of day,

but she is not the Daniella
you knew at Berkeley.

- If you don't put Larry
behind bars,

you ain't the Beverly
I knew neither.

- You're drinking again.

That's the only explanation
for this morning.

- Because I told the truth?
- Yes.

And maybe screwed your chances
of making partner here.

- Maybe it's not the first time

I've been screwing
my chances, Josh.

- Okay, D, what's that mean?

- Missing what was going on
between Isis and Larry?

It wasn't like me.
Why was I so distracted?

I'm starting to question
who I am, what I do,

how I sleep nights knowing
Larry killed someone I love,

who I sleep with.

- Okay, you mean us.
Hey, D, D, D, D.

Just... you used to tell me
how much you needed us.

- Not anymore.

We should have never happened,
in the first place.

- Come on.
Hey.

- No, I don't want
to do "us" anymore.

- I get it, okay?

Let's just... I don't know.

See how you're feeling
around 10:00 tonight, okay?

- I'm gonna feel exactly
like I feel right now.

It doesn't matter if we grew up
together as kids, Josh.

Screwing the boss's son
wasn't the smartest idea.

I should have known better.

- Screwing?

Come on.

That's what you call
what we have?

Us?
Me and you?

- I call what we have a mistake.

Yeah, you're right.

You should have known better.

- Trell gave us
the music we need.

Come on, let's go!
One, two, three, four.

- You looking to take
a class here?

- Mind your business, ese.

- Wait a second.
Don't I know you?

From the movies, right?

- What did I just say to do?
- Yeah, I do know you.

Yeah, you're in that new
action-adventure flick, right?

You know the one
where you threw that white boy

Connor Hanks off the roof.

Nice and easy.

I'll take that.

Take that too.

Got a strong feeling
that don't belong to you.

Let's go.
Today.

- You have to pay attention.

Keep it together.
You got this.

Come on, let's play.
Five, six, seven, eight.

- Come back, and there'll be
new graffiti on the block,

courtesy of your brains.

- This is hot.

- Yo, take ten, everybody.
Naisha, you killed it.

This track gonna blow up
twice the size of the last one.

Y'all get some air
while we chop it up real quick.

You hear that?

I'm talking double platinum
with this new track.

- Dom, I'm not here
to talk about music.

- So how you find out?

- I saw the video made
by D'Trell Weeks.

- I don't know no nigga
named D'Trell Weeks.

- Stop lying to me, Dom.

This is exactly why
I didn't want to take you back

as a client, because I knew

you'd get me caught up
in your street shit again.

- I'm done with the street
shit, all right?

I told you that.

All right, look,
I'm sorry I lied, okay?

Come here.
I knew about the video.

Stupid kid showed it to my boys,

and they freaked out.
- They got to him?

- It was too late,
by the time I found out.

They fucked up.
D, I didn't know what to do.

- You tell your boys
they don't touch his girl.

- Okay, okay.

All right.

- I mean it.

- What is this?

Well, have fun looking for me
in Singapore, bitches.

- Sorry to interrupt

your "League of Legends"
session.

- I don't play games
on the company's dime.

So what was all of that?

- Some VPN stuff.
Nothing serious.

- Is that what you promised

Arnold Lang you'd help
the IT department with?

- Transitioning
into cloud services.

Yeah, I'm doing that too.

- So what's a VPN?

- Okay, a VPN is
a virtual private network.

It's like hiding inside
of your own little bubble.

Imagine you're
in Ho Chi Minh City

and you want to watch the Rams

instead of some
lame-ass table tennis match.

A VPN makes 'em think
you're in the States

so you can watch the game.

- You really are Black
and Vietnamese, aren't you?

- 100%.

- So how do I get a VPN?

- You can get
a decent one online,

but I can build you one better
than anything you can buy.

- Can we talk about it
over lunch?

I'm starving.

- You're starving
because you're skinny.

If my ma saw you,
she'll straight up think

you a refugee
from Somalia or something.

- Shut up.
Let's go, boy.

- She always lets you know
that you're the only one,

but with ED,

you're not always able
to show her how much you care.

That's why there's Tetrapax.

Tetrapax is the only
erectile dysfunction tablet

clinically proven
to both go to work

in as little as 30 minutes
and last up to 72 hours.

No other ED tablet can do both.

- Hey, Misty.

- Daniella here?
Thank you, Gabriela.

- I came straight home
when I got your text.

You okay?

- I got held up.
I couldn't find my damn keys.

Can you believe that?

- You hungry?
- Truth is I can use a drink.

Come on and have one with me,
just for old times' sake?

- I wouldn't know
when to stop, so no.

What's going on?

- I want you to defend
Larry Stillwell.

- What? Why?

- So you can get him alone
in a room

and stick a knife in his heart,
and if you can't, let me.

See, if my daughter
was Taylor Swift,

I wouldn't have to go around
begging for justice.

It would have been already done.

Beverly hasn't even
filed charges yet.

Isis was gonna grow up
to be like your mama, Lila,

or Beyoncé, or even Mariah.

He had no right, Daniella.
He had no damn right!

Now, I want him dead,
and I need your help.

- I'll help you,
but I can't do that.

- Yes, you can
because you owe me.

You're the one introduced Isis
to Larry.

- You can't ask someone
to do a thing like that.

- Not just anyone,
but I can ask my sister

for justice
for my little girl, can't I?

- I'll get it.

- Misty, let me
take you home, okay?

I'll call you in the morning
when you've calmed down.

- Daniella, this motherfucker
gonna get away

with killing my baby,
and you want me to calm down?

- Daniella, you have
to talk to me.

- I couldn't stop him.
- I'm gonna kill you, Larry.

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

- I've been calling you...
- No, no, no, no, wait, wait...

- And you haven't
returned my calls.

- Don't you say
another word to me.

Really?

You knew
he was coming over here,

and you let me make
an ass of myself

when the whole time you
can give two shits about me?

- Misty, I...
- Burn in hell, the two of you!

- I didn't know
he was coming over here!

How dare you come into my house?

Get the hell out of here,
right now.

- You've been avoiding me,
Daniella.

I told you I did not kill Isis.
- Yeah, sure.

- You know what?
Your job is not to believe me.

But it is your job to defend me.

- No, it's not.

- I know the truth
about your parents,

and I know you've
been dying to know

the real story your entire life.

So the day you agree
to defend me

against what I'm sure
are gonna be trumped-up charges

from Beverly Rucker,
that's the day

I will tell you everything.

- Larry, I can call people
who can make you tell me.

Really?

Well, they'll have to beat me

harder than my old man ever did,

and I don't think
that's possible.

So that's the deal.

- Madam District Attorney,
you've instructed me many times

if the name Daniella Hernandez
was to come across my desk,

in any shape or form,

I was to deliver the news
to you personally.

- Close the door, Detective Ade.

- So the key to unlocking

Beverly Rucker is another woman?

- Somebody had no problems

unlocking Beverly Rucker
a night ago.

- You know I keep the key
in my pocket, right?

- I know you do.

- Hey, I... my bad.

- No, no, no.
- I'll...

- Come in, Jason.

Detective Ade was
just about to debrief us

on a matter
concerning Daniella Hernandez.

- Hernandez's name came up
on a robbery-homicide.

African-American male
named D'Trell Weeks

killed in an alley off Pico.

Kid was found with
her contact info in his pocket.

- A rapper
with an entertainment lawyer's

number in his pocket.

Sounds like
a real class A felony to me.

- Kid worked part-time catering.

Last gig was in
the same building same night

Connor Hanks took a swan dive
off the roof.

There's nothing
connecting the two,

but I never bought Connor Hanks

voluntarily leaving
that rooftop.

- Me neither.

So I'll keep digging.
Later, Platt.

- Later.

- Wait, this report says
D'Trell lived with his fiancée.

Let's bring her in
for questioning.

- I'm on it.

- Carol, what a surprise.

Looking very lovely.
What a fine wine you are.

- A fine wine you once
couldn't get enough of.

- I still drink.

- And so does my
current husband, Arnold.

- So what can I do for you?

- Larry's finished
at Criterium Records.

It's not official,

but I wanted you to be
one of the first to know.

I'm the new CEO.

- I know that's something
you've wanted for a long time.

- Yes, and now that I'm back
in a position of power,

there's one other thing
that I've wanted,

for such a long time.

Fire Daniella Hernandez.

- My answer's unchanged.
Absolutely not.

She's our top-earning
entertainment attorney.

- You can't run interference

for my late husband's
little bastard forever.

- Whoa, Carol.

You've cut her off
from her father's side

of the family her entire life.
Isn't that enough?

- Every day that child lives
is a reminder how deeply

my dead husband Hunter
cut me by spawning that girl.

Her and all the Shaws,

I hate them with a passion,
which is why I want

Criterium Records
to buy Blackgammon Records,

so I can grind my heel
into its dead carcass.

I hear it's on
the auction block.

- You think
you can hurt Daniella

by buying
her grandfather's label?

They've been as warm
and welcoming as you have.

- I don't care,

and as counsel
for Criterium Records,

I want you to make that happen.

If UMG can buy Motown,
Criterium can buy Blackgammon.

Now, you do that...

Maybe we can get back
to a little wine tasting.

Damn the husband.

- We're not selling.

I don't know how the hell
that rumor ever got started.

- You started it, Daddy.

- I'm not folding my tent
and riding off into the sunset.

- We just spent an enormous
amount of money

picking up has-been artists.

We don't have cash.
We need to get out now.

- We have cash.
- From where?

- Never mind from where.

- I have top-tier...
- What did I say?

We're gonna remaster
our best-selling albums.

We're gonna find
the best new A&R execs.

- We bombed
on our first comeback,

and Criterium Records
is laughing at us.

- Anybody who thinks
that Blackgammon Records

will ever be for sale is wrong.

- I had Guillermo
watching Keneisha

at her studio,

and the D.A.'s office
just had her picked up.

- Beverly.

- And there's something else.

- Several high-profile rappers
have come forward

in support of
Criterium CEO Larry Stillwell.

They have promised to share
their own illicit videos

of their rough sex encounters

with the late pop R&B star
Isis Rey if it will help

prove Stillwell's innocence
in his abuse charges.

- The actions between
my client Larry Stillwell

and the late Isis Rey were
between consenting adults.

These recent revelations
clearly exonerate my client

who is guilty of nothing more

than a consensual relationship.

- That fool
is really messing up.

- Big time.
- Her untimely death?

- That was the hospital's fault,

not my client's.

- Tamika, get me Arnold.

- On it.

- Thank you so much
for coming in, Ms. Washington.

- He made it seem like
I didn't have a choice.

- You're not under arrest.

I'm just trying to figure out
what happened

to your fiancé, D'Trell Weeks.

He had Daniella Hernandez's
name and number in his pocket.

- Well, she's
Dom Mayfield's lawyer,

and Trell worshipped Dom, so...

- The day your fiancé
was killed,

he met with Dom, didn't he?

- I don't think I'm supposed
to be talking to you

because Ms. Hernandez
said that...

- I've known Daniella
a long time,

and she's basically
a good person,

but she doesn't
control her clients.

They control her,

so if she says
she'll protect you,

don't believe her.

You want justice
for D'Trell's killers,

you'll tell me
everything you know.

I wanted him
to see Ms. Hernandez

because he had a video
of a couple of guys

dropping a rapper named
Connor Hanks off a roof, and...

- No more questions, Beverly.

- I just heard there's video
of Connor Hanks

being killed, Daniella?
I need to see it.

- I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Keneisha, let's go.

- Come on in.

This is where
you'll stay, all right?

Until Daniella knows it's safe
for you to go back home.

- Wow.

- Keneisha, I am Gabriela,
Daniella's tía.

Welcome.
Come on.

Let me show you
to the guest bedroom.

- I bet when Daniella said
"safe house"

you were thinking crappy
little hotel room, weren't you?

Well, if she cares about
her clients, she goes all out.

- I see.

- Changed the pitch
on the overdub.

What do you think?

- I think you're not hearing me.

- I hear you,
but are you hearing me?

I know your girl
talked to the D.A.

- What she said
to Beverly Rucker

can't hurt you.

- I don't know that.
My boys don't know that.

I can't control them
on this one, D.

I need you to back up
out of this and wire it

like you always do.

So no matter what,
I'm not involved.

- I thought you were done
with the street shit.

- I'm making changes,
but for now,

my boys need the address
of where you got her held up.

- I can't even believe you'd
ask me to do a thing like that.

Even if I was
that kind of attorney,

I still wouldn't tell you.

- Why? She family?

- She's got dreams, Dom.
- I got dreams too.

- And I'm helping you
get there, so work with me.

- You don't care
about what's right.

You care about what's best,
so I'ma do what's best.

- Work with me.

- Hey, boss.
You wanted to see me?

- Yeah, I did.

I'm moving you
to criminal litigation.

- Why?

- After that display you put on
with Larry and those rappers,

it's clear to me you
don't have the bedside manner

for our entertainment division.

- Is this a joke?
- No joke.

- Then it's bullshit.
I'm not doing it.

- You're doing it.

- No, you're not gonna
stand there and penalize me

for doing the exact same thing
that you'd do.

- It's for your own good, Josh.
- Come on.

- Trying cases will make you
a better attorney.

You want to cross boundaries?

You do it in fucking court,
not in entertainment.

- Did Daniella
put you up to this?

- You put me up to this.

Your little stunt

and the negative media
it generated

put a stink
on the name Lang & Associates.

Put a stink on my name.

- Dad, please.

I thought what I was doing
was the right thing.

- You didn't think, Josh.

Now, Ezra
will show you the ropes.

Now get out of here.
Now, Josh.

- Yo, cut through this alley.
We going in through the back.

- Was she hard to find?

'Cause it's dark as hell
down here.

- No, not really.
- All right, that's far enough.

- For real, Mack?

- Why, nigga?

- Dom got a dream,

and y'all niggas
getting in the way.

- August 11, 1989.
I have an update on that date.

I know that night
your father dropped you

and your mom off
in Beverly Hills.

You went shopping while
he disappeared for two hours.

- Where'd he go?
- I'm working on it.

- Last night, Larry Stillwell
came to my house.

Says he knows things
about my parents.

I want you to find out
if he really knows anything.

- I won't disappoint.

- Speaking of disappoint,

there's an erectile
dysfunction commercial

running one of my mother's
songs in the background.

- That's messed up.

- Find out who's got
the license agreement.

- No problem.
- Thank you.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
enjoy the showcase.

- Monica's gonna hire
a couple of my dancers,

and I get a check for $300,000?

- Dominiq Mayfield
heard D'Trell's tracks.

He wants to buy the rights.

Hey, Mr. Mayfield said
he had nothing to do

with D'Trell's death.

I think we should believe him.

Buy this building.
Build your academy.

If Beverly Rucker calls,
you send her to me.

I'll always be there
to protect you.

Trell's cell phone.

Thank you.

Stillwell.

- Larry.
- Who's this?

- It's Daniella.

- Great to hear from you,
Daniella.

- My name is Daniella.

Still wearing
my mother's clothes.

Makes me feel close to her.

I've been sober
five years and nine days,

and I can see clearly now.

Step 9 is the most important
of all the 12 steps.

Direct amends.

Since our last meeting,
I've been making amends

with those I love
and those I don't.

- So, Lila...