All language subtitles for The Kings Of Napa s01e06 Mo Bottled Blues.eng

- Previously on the Kings of
Napa...

- He left these babies
to suffer in this heat!

Bring Bridgette back.
- She's our secret weapon, Mom.

- I'm going to New York
for the wine convention, let's go together.

There's someone I want you
to meet. Your grandmother.

She had a nervous breakdown
after my dad died.

Your mom was a wild child.
She attacked him.

- So, you were just
stealing grapes?

- I was bottling my own wine!

- The extortionist poisoned Sean
& Shawn's vines with glyphosate.

- I found it in Bridgette's
work bag last night.

- I've known Reginald
was my dad for a long time.

[tense music]

[inaudible]

[crying]

- Let me out! Let me out!

[screaming]

Please! Please!

Help her! Stop! Stop!

[groaning]

- Just breathe, hold on.

- Let me out, please! Mom! Mom!

[intriguing music]

[thunder rumbling]

- Okay, boss lady.
What's your plan?

If this storm is as bad
as they say it's going to be,

then our vines are soaked,
which means our summer crops for our Merlots

and Chardonnays are screwed.

- Crew's already on it.
Tarps have been laid

and new trenches have been dug
to stop the flooding.

[clicking tongue]
I got this.

- Oh, are you sure?
- Uh-uh.

You ain't spoiling my good mood.

Matter of fact,
why are you always bringing me negative energy?

You're lucky after spying on me,
I'm still talking to you.

- That's so last week. Move on.

- Fine. I need
to be focused anyway,

because between the processing
for this new dessert wine sample

and the realization
that Bridgette could be our extortionist,

I need to not be stressed,
and you're not helping.

[scoffing]

[thunder rumbling]
Ugh...

If anything happens
to the vineyard

and those vines get flooded,
we're screwed.

- No, you're done.

The person in charge
always takes the hit.

- Ugh, I wish Dad
would've talked to me

before dumping
all of this on me.

- Yeah, well,
if your ungratefulness

becomes just too much to bear,

you can slide that
crown this way.

- Be careful what you wish for.

Where is your
smarter half anyway?

Rose was supposed
to start her presentation

for the new dessert wine
30 minutes ago.

What's wrong? Gassy?

- No, La La Land,
she's gonna be here.

She's finishing up
a Pilates class or something, I don't know.

- Where is everyone?

- Christian is on a makeup tour
with Shiela in LA.

Rose has him out there
with the club owners

and the influencers
warming the plate.

Aunt Yvette, she's at
the distribution conference

with the cleavage out.

You know, anyway,
I'll just do it myself.

- Okay. Have at it.

- Just give me a second
to upload the presentation.

PR is not my job,
but it's about our wine,

so how hard could it be, right?

- Okay, stop stalling,
just do it.

[thunder rumbling]

- "This is a strategized process

for managing
the long-anticipated release of Heritage,

the House of Kings' first
dessert wine."

- Mm-hmm.
[phone chiming]

- Damn it.
- What?

- Nothing.
- Doesn't sound like nothing.

We're working!

Hello, we're working!
I'm the boss!

- Anyways! Okay, okay!

- Thank you!
[sighing]

- "The world is watching.
Its palates await

sun-kissed flavours of bold,
rich hues--"

- Excuse me, Ms. August.
The groundskeeper called.

There's a problem with Bridgette
in the production facility.

He thinks you should go over.

- Today's her day off.
- Yeah.

- She's here to poison
the vines. This could be D-Day.

- Well, we don't know that.

But if she did,
she picked the wrong day.

[thunder booming]

[sighing]

- We need to talk.

- About why you're drinking
our vintage Grand Cru?

- When I tell you why I'm here,
you'll be drinking it too.

- Then this better be
some 1500-dollar news.

- Oh, it's priceless.
- It must be,

to get you out here
on a Saturday...

[thunder booming]
...in a storm.

- Talk more, drink less.

- Yeah, what's going on?

You can tell me anything,
I'll understand.

- My mom's on her way.

I'll talk to you
when she gets here.

She's an important part
of this conversation.

- Why are you making
such a big deal

out of whatever this is?
- Because it's big news.

Something I've been
holding on to

that I think the two of you
should know.

[thunder booming]

- Why don't you just tell us
what's going on,

and we'll fill in
Aunt Melanie later?

Dana and I really need
to get back to working on this PR presentation

for the dessert wine, so...

- I'd prefer to wait.

- Hey, can you get an ETA
on Aunt Melanie?

- Why don't we stop
all the game-playing

and straight up ask
if she's the extortionist?

- Because we don't have
enough evidence, Dana.

Remember what happened
when we pulled the trigger on Otis too soon?

We're doing this my way.

- Okay, okay. I'm going.
- Okay.

[thunder rumbling]

- You know, if my mom
saw you drinking

out of one of her antique wine
glasses, she'd lose her shit.

[laughing]
- Tell me about it.

She'd be all,
"Somebody call Social Services,

there's a child in danger."

- "Because I'm about
to kill one."

[laughing]

- Then she wouldn't do
a damn thing

but walk her bougie behind away,
cursing us as she goes.

- All bark and no bite.
- Mm-hmm.

Remember when we got
all dressed up

and used these
for our fancy tea parties?

- Yeah!
[laughing]

That was about the only time
she almost whooped our butts.

[scoffing]
- If only she could catch us.

[laughing]

- But seriously, I don't really
want to hear her mouth today,

do you think you could just
put that glass back?

- Nah.

This particular brand of news

deserves something
beautiful to counterbalance.

- That ugly, huh?
- Uglier.

- Bridgette, can you just...

Can you just tell me
what's going on?

I don't have time for this.

There's so much to prep

for the dessert wine tasting,
and I just--

- Dessert wine is all you care
about, isn't it?

- It's our bread and butter.

It's the only way to get
this company back on track.

- August, there's a difference
between loving being the boss,

and loving the grapes
themselves.

[chuckling]

- Drinking that Shade Kool-Aid
again, huh?

- No, I'm just being real.
- Okay.

- Nobody doubts you love
the vineyard

and are dedicated to it,
but on a micro scale,

do you love the grapes?

Are you familiar with their
needs and personalities?

For instance, the Moscato needs
room to stretch and flourish,

while the Merlot is
temperamental in the cold,

but never disappoints
when harvested in the fall.

- No one has a relationship
with the grapes like you do,

but I'm catching up.

- I guess people can change.

- Sometimes, so much, you don't
even recognize them anymore.

- Amen to that.

- Aunt Melanie to the rescue.

- Bridgette, baby.
What's going on?

- What isn't going on
with this family?

If it's not one thing,
it's another.

I'm surrounded
by secrets and lies.

- Bridgette, you said
you had a confession.

- Just spit it out.
- Okay.

Raise your hand if you knew
our grandmother

was locked
in a mental institution.

- What? What are you
talking about?

- Our grandmother's in Paris.

- Non, non, ma soeur.
How stupid were we?

- Aunt Melanie, is this true?

- I saw it with my own eyes.

Our grandmother
is living in a mental ward in Upstate New York.

- You are drunk, you're lying,
and we're busy.

Come back tomorrow
when you have something important to tell us.

- Why are you letting me
look crazy?!

Tell them the truth, Mom.

You killed our grandfather,

and our grandmother
went crazy because of it.

- Who told you this?
- I did.

Let see you talk your way
out of this one, Melanie.

[thunder booming]

[thunder rumbling]

- What just happened?

- The storm must've blown
the power out.

- Great, just what we need.

- We have backup power
for some lights.

Main power will probably
come back on soon.

- Until then, we can all chat
about how messy this family is.

- Ah, wait a minute.
[chuckling]

The cooling system on
the fermentation tanks is down.

We've got to get
the workers in here.

- Can't, we're locked in.

- You have got to be kidding me.

- I know, it's the security
system I had installed.

The doors are connected
to the power now.

- What brilliant Silicon Valley
nerd came up with that idea?

- Wait, wait,
so we're stuck in here?

No, no. I'm gonna call our
security guy, 'cause this is...

Shit! And cell phone service
is out!

- Vanessa, why did you do this?

- Because they said
the security system is the best out there.

- You know what I mean.
Why did you take Bridgette to see her?

- Okay, okay. Clearly,
we have some serious family shit we need to work out,

but right now,
we need to figure out how to keep the temperature

from rising
on the fermentation tanks.

- August, you should know
how to do that.

- The fermentation tanks
are your job,

that's why I hired you back.

- Is that why you sent me
to New York too?

- What are you talking about?!
Just help me with this!

[sighing]

- Yeast breaks down sugars
into carbon dioxide and alcohol.

- Yeah, I don't need the wine
chemistry lesson,

I need you to fix it.
- I can't,

and you've got about three hours

before the temperature
hits 87 degrees,

and the fermentation stops.
- And the wine is ruined.

- It might as well
be Ripple at that point.

- Fred Sanford's
beverage of choice.

- This can't be happening.

We have everything
riding on this wine.

This is our Hail Mary.
[beeping]

The main backup generator
is on, okay.

And the system is still down.
- The doors are still locked.

- 'Cause they only work
with the main power.

- What about
the glycol chillers?

- They need power too.
[sighing]

- Looks like the only thing
we can do is wait.

In that case,
I'm gonna find some food, because I am starving.

And maybe later, we can talk
about why our grandmother

is in an insane asylum, huh?

- Ooh, dinner and a show.
Love it.

- Great, okay.

I'll just stay back here
and figure out how we don't all go bankrupt.

[thunder rumbling]

- Your wine is gonna be fine.

- Vanessa, I can't believe
you did this.

- I can't believe you did
a lot of things, Melanie.

- Is that what this
is all about? Revenge?

We made a promise.
You should have told me you were going to break it.

- Well, alright.
- No, no, you can't eat that.

That is a sample
that the competing caters

put together
for the press tasting.

- If it's a sample, then why
can't we sample it?

- Okay, let's eat.

There's some Russian caviar
in there too.

- Ooh!

- And these.

- Oh, crumble some of those
on there.

- Hot Cheeto dust coming up.

- Oh, well, why don't you put
some Louisiana Hot Sauce on it while you're at it?

- Got it!
- Vanessa!

Why are you avoiding this?
We really need to talk!

- The temperature gauge
is still rising,

so I've got about two hours,

then I'm busting out
a window. Give me a wing.

- Two hours? Let's hope we don't
kill each other first.

- Bridgette, I don't know what
your aunt told you,

but it's been a long time,
and sometimes,

her bitterness has a way
of clouding the facts.

- Take a look around you,
Melanie.

In case you forgot,
all this belongs to me.

So what do I have to be
bitter about?

Oh, unless you're referring to
Mama being out of her damn mind

because of what
you did to Daddy.

- I didn't do anything to Daddy.
You don't know the truth!

- Enough of the blaming.
- And the stalling.

- Just give us the real!

[panting]
Mom?

Mom!

[panting]

- I just...
- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I just need to sit.

- Here, Bridge.

- You know, maybe we shouldn't
do this right now.

- I think it's a little
too late for that.

- Yeah. You opened up
this can of worms.

- No, Mom, you don't have
to do this.

- No, I have to.

They have to know.
They have to know.

I was 16 when it happened.

I came home late one night.

- Drunk, as usual,
according to Mom.

- My mom was angry because
I came in past curfew.

She got up in my face.
We started arguing.

And then she grabbed my purse,

and she went ballistic
when she saw the joint inside.

- You smoke, Aunt Melanie?
- Boy, did she ever.

- That was then, not anymore.
- What did Grandma do?

- She charged at me,
yelling and screaming,

and then... she slapped me
so hard, I saw stars

- Oh, my God.
- I fell on the floor,

and when I looked up,
she was standing over me

with her hand raised,
getting ready to hit me again.

- Aunt Melanie... Did she?

- Before I could cover my face
to protect myself,

I saw my dad coming at her,

and he grabbed her by the arm.

When she pushed him away...
he fell,

hitting his head
on the coffee table.

[Melanie crying]

The blow to his head
caused an aneurism.

He died the next morning.

- So, our grandmother
killed our grandfather?

- And had a breakdown
because of it.

- Essentially, yes.
- Bullshit, Melanie.

You came home drunk
and attacked our dad.

You killed him!
- That's not what happened.

- Here we go again.
- Vanessa, it's the truth.

All you know is what Mom
told you. But you weren't there.

- Aunt Vanessa, you told me
the story like you were there.

What's the truth?!

- When the police came
and saw Dad's lifeless body,

Mom panicked. She told me
not to say a word,

to let her do all the talking.

I didn't want her
to get in trouble,

so I just did what she said,

and then I listened to her
weave this story

that never included
her pushing him.

- That is nonsense.
I mean, if that were true,

you would've told me that
years ago.

- You know how Mom was,

always pitting us
against each other,

encouraging us
to undermine one another.

- Yeah, she did that to make us
more competitive in the world.

- But all it did was make us
turn against each other.

- Yeah. Boy, did Dad hate that.

But what does that have
to do with this?

- Mom made me promise
never to tell you what really happened,

and I did what she said
so that I could stay

on the winning side,
Mom's good side.

That night, when you got home
early from tennis camp,

Mom told you that we got into
a fight and that Dad fell.

But she left out the details,

so you blamed me
for what happened,

and you've hated me ever since.

But think about it, Vanessa.

When has our father ever raised
his voice to either one of us?

- He... He was always gentle
and kind to us.

- Mom. Is this true?

- I didn't kill him.

But I should've spoken up
when I had the chance.

I should've told the police
what really happened,

because then maybe
that lie wouldn't have festered in Mom's mind,

poisoning her thoughts.
So for that, I am to blame,

because I could've stopped it.

- My God, Melanie, instead,
you made it worse by acting up.

- Because I couldn't bear
the burden of carrying the truth all by myself,

and Mom made it clear
how much she hated me for knowing her secret.

So yeah, I acted up
because I didn't know what the hell else to do.

Finally, I couldn't take
anymore, so I left, and...

I wound up in Georgia,

and I spent the next year
with relatives.

- Mom, why is this the first
I'm hearing about this?

Why do we have so many secrets?

- Because there's
a difference between secrets

and things that are never said.

- Yeah.

Like the part where you
left me alone

to take care of Mom
who was slowly losing her mind.

- This is unbelievable.
- Vanessa.

I had to leave.

- Melanie, I called,

and I begged you
to come back and help,

and all you would say is,
"I'll be home soon."

But you never came.

And my entire life stopped
while I took care of Mom alone.

- Oh, Mom.

Sorry.

- It's okay, sweetie.

[thunder booming]

- This is some crazy...
- No shit.

I did not expect to hear some
mess like this. Top me up.

- Thank you, honey.

[tense music]

[clearing throat]
Where the hell

is my antique Georgian
Chinoiserie engraved

facet-cut
crystal wine glass?

- It's not in there?
- Huh, okay.

Nobody's seen it, huh?

Well then, somebody better
call Social Services,

'cause there's a child in
danger. I'm about to kill one.

Jesus.

[laughing]

- I told you,
all bark and no bite.

- My God.
- What did you do?

I hope she busts you
in your ass.

- What's your problem?
You used to think hiding her glasses was funny.

- Not anymore.

I'm hungry.

- Forget him.

Ugh, damn it! Almost 80 degrees.

The temperature's climbing
faster than I thought!

- Honey, stop looking at it!

- Ooh, look what I got!

- Hey! Our old fondue pot.
I used to love that thing.

- Mom, remember when
you'd put it out on cold nights

and we'd have fondue
while watching

one of Christian's old movies
that he picked out?

- Yep, and he would have
a tantrum

if we didn't all agree
to watch Uptown Saturday Night!

- For the 100th time.
[laughing]

- Bridgette, remember
when you ate all the cheese

earlier in the day,
and then, you panicked

when Mom was looking for it
to make the fondue?

- I was so scared that I filled
the pot with my art paste!

Aunt Vanessa grounded me
for a month.

[laughing]

- Christian was sick for a week.
- Aww.

- Took me forever to get
the paste out of that thing. That is the same pot.

- No! Dana, throw some of that
cheese in there,

a little white wine,
and fire that baby up.

- Yes!
- Mm-mm.

I am not one of your
pillow princesses. You do it.

- What the hell was that?
Do you have a problem with me?

- Yeah, Dana,
what's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- I'll deal with it.
It's fine, got it.

[sighing]
- Hey, how you feeling?

- I'm fine, baby.

- Can I ask you something?

Why did you ignore Aunt Vanessa
when she asked for your help?

- I couldn't deal with it.

I was too young to process
what was happening,

and I could never find closure

because I promised our mother
that I'd never tell anyone.

- Did you think I wouldn't
believe you?

If I'd have known the truth
about what happened,

things could've been a whole lot
better between us.

- I know that now,
but at the time,

all I could think about
was that I just wanted to be a normal teenager.

Go to the football games,
go on dates, to the prom.

- Yeah, we both could've had
that if you'd have just come home and helped.

But instead, I withered away
caring for a disabled mother,

putting off college, life.

And that wasn't the worst of it.
- What happened?

- Your grandmother,
she just eventually got to a point

where she started losing
all sense of reason.

She didn't know who or where
she was half the time.

- Makes sense. I mean,

she thought I was my mother
when we went to see her.

- Yes. One time,
I came home from school,

and she was outside
talking to herself,

roaming up and down the street
in her bra and panties.

- Oh, my God.

So our grandmother
literally snapped.

- I always knew
this family had issues,

but I did not realize
how deep.

- I was 18 at the time.

Old enough to be
her conservator.

It was a hard decision,
but I finally had her committed.

- And that's when I came home,

and we promised each other that
we'd move on with our lives,

and we'd never
talk about it again.

To anyone.

- I just don't get this. Why?

- Because that's the way
people dealt with mental illness back then.

- It was easier for us
to bury it in the lie

of her living in Paris
than to think about the truth of where she really was.

- Just like that?

No thought as to whether or not

this secret would affect
your kids?

- Dana.

- The lie was more hurtful
than the truth.

- Sorry, guys. There's not as
much shame attached to it now.

- Well, mentally ill or not,

we would have loved
to have her in our lives.

- To be honest, I don't think
we thought about anything

but putting out the fire that
was directly in front of us.

[sighing]

Vanessa... I know I can never
erase the hurt and pain

that you endured taking care
of Mom all by yourself,

but I am truly sorry.

I'm just glad that
the truth is finally out, and that you believe me.

- Well, this is great, guys.

First step to healing
is dealing with the truth.

- We have a long way to go,

but at least we're on
the right road.

- Before we go on a road trip,
can we at least eat first?

[chuckling]
- Mm, yeah.

[sighing]

- I can forgive you
for Mom, Melanie.

But there is one thing
I can't forgive you for.

Having an affair
with my husband.

- Oh, shit.
- I am done apologizing!

- Well, I am not done.

I thought about it
and I thought about it.

You slept with him because
he reminded you of Dad.

- That is insane!
- Don't gaslight me.

That's what this is all about.

You have some deep-seated
Oedipal complex

that you never
worked through in therapy.

And that's the truth!

You want to go to church?
I'll take you there!

[thunder rumbling]

- Have you lost your mind?

You really need help!

- Stop deflecting, Melanie.

Reggie had every
idiosyncrasy of our father.

He looked like him,
he laughed like him,

he even talked like him.
- Reggie was nothing like Dad.

- Mom, do we really have
to do this right now?

- No, it is time, honey.
It is time to expose her

for the schemer
that she really is.

- So it's all my mom's fault?

- Fine. Reggie's spirit
reminded me of Dad's,

but I never chased
after your husband.

- Oh, please! You were
all over him the minute I brought him home!

You obsessed over him!
You wanted what I had, Melanie.

- Mom, Mom, Mom. That's enough.

We are not rehashing this again.
You just made up!

- I thought it was
an innocent crush.

- I am warning you, Vanessa,
you are pushing me too far.

- I never thought
that you would open your legs and throw it at him.

- Oh, honey. I didn't have
to throw anything at him.

He asked for it, gently.

Softly.
- Okay, okay!

Melanie, stop it!
- Cut that shit out!

- Enough! Mom, please!
Can we just move past this?!

- That's right.
I brought your daughter to see our psychotic mother,

and I would do it all again
if it meant watching it destroy you.

I want you to feel
the same misery and hurt you put me through!

- Always the victim!
Okay, you want to play? Then let's play.

- No! No!

Let's remember, we're ladies.

- Too late for that.
Let them finish.

- I only slept with Reginald
one time before he married your aunt,

and that's when we had you.

But the real affair
didn't start until Vanessa

walked out on Reggie,
August, and Dana.

- Wait, what is she
talking about?

- I don't know. Mom?
What's going on?

- I never walked out
on you guys.

Your father and I
had an agreement.

- Oh, is that what
we're calling it?

- We decided that I would go
back on air, follow my dreams.

He supported me.

- Is that how you justify
leaving your two kids behind

while you play journalist?
That's right, Vanessa.

You forgot I was there, didn't
you? Picking up the pieces.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I don't know about any of this.

- Your mother sold you kids out
for her career.

She pretended
all was forgiven between us,

so I stood in and played Mommy

while she gallivanted off
to find herself.

- You are way out of line,
Melanie.

- And so were you, when you took
Bridgette to see Mom,

so I guess we're even!

- Mom?

What is Aunt Melanie saying?

Tell us this isn't true!

- Your Aunt Melanie framed
the situation all wrong.

- So, you didn't leave us?
- I took some time

away from motherhood to test
the waters of my career.

- So you did leave us.
- Don't say it like that.

- Well, is there any other way
to say it?

- Why don't I remember
that happening?

- Because I wasn't gone
that long.

- Long enough for Aunt Melanie
to step in and play Mommy.

And you didn't have
a problem with that?

- Apparently not.
- Let me explain.

- Why? You are always pretending
to be the perfect mother!

The "every Friday night
is movie night,

I'm giving my kids everything
because I'm only as happy as they are" Mom!

[breathing heavily]

This is too much.
You are too much.

- I love you guys with
everything I have inside me.

- Why did you go?

- I... I was young.

I tried my best to embrace
motherhood, but I got scared.

You know, I lost my identity,
I just... I lost myself.

Becoming Mrs. Reginald King
quickly replaced Vanessa Pierce, and it...

It terrified me.

- Where did you go?

- An old colleague
offered me a job.

I knew her from
my pre-marriage days

at the News Station in Oakland.

She moved up to producer
in Tallahassee,

and she needed another female
anchor, so she called.

Unfortunately, the job was
out of town,

so I made the difficult
decision, and I took the job,

hoping that it would,
I don't know,

fill this empty hole
inside of me.

- And did it?
- I loved my job.

I was a Black woman news anchor
on the evening news.

And this is before the Joy Reid
and Robin Roberts of the world.

Yes, there were others
like me coming up.

There was Carol Simpson
and Jane Kennedy.

We knew that our voices
would make a difference

on how stories were told
about our people!

We just... We changed the world.

- So you were a low-key
activist?

- I tried, honey. But I...

I just missed
you guys desperately, so I had to come home.

- But why didn't you
ever tell us?

- I don't know.

Guilt.

I just thought
it would go away.

- Mom, things never go away.

How could you do all of that

and know how much
I love my career

and still constantly be
in my ear about having a baby?

Because what gets me, Mom,

is that you know how difficult
it is for women to have both.

You know that
there is no balance,

and I know you know that,
because you lived it.

Why couldn't you just be honest
with me instead of...

instead of being a hypocrite?

- August, I didn't mean--
- You didn't mean to what?

Cause that much pressure on me
all the time?

Do you know that you bring me
so much anxiety

that sometimes I can't even
see straight?!

That there is not one day
that goes by

that you don't let me know
how disappointed you are

that I haven't popped out
a baby yet?!

- August...

My babies are the only thing
in life that bring me pure joy,

and the reason that
I keep asking you guys about having kids

is because I just want you
to be as happy as I am.

- Mom. Who says I'm not happy?

Believe it or not, I don't want
to walk your exact path.

Having kids isn't a part
of my journey right now.

And this time, this is
a different moment for women.

Having kids, having a husband,

they are no longer required
to make a woman whole.

And maybe they didn't get that
in your generation,

or in the generations previous,

but I actually
love my job too, Mom.

I love running this place.

- I hear you, honey.

And I will do better.

You guys, you are both
so much further along

than me when I was your age.
Trust me.

You are so confident,
so self-evolved.

You know, when I finally found
that confidence in myself,

I was able to focus on my family

and dedicate myself
to smoothing out our marriage.

- Are you sure, Mom?

Because what I heard out there
was not very convincing.

- Yes, honey.

It took some work,

but eventually, we landed
in a good place.

And then, Christian was born.

And while he may be a pain
in the ass to you guys,

to me, he was the cherry on top.

And I love you.
I love you both so much.

Come here.

[phone chiming]

- Oh, shoot.
I have cell service.

- Oh, wow! Maybe they're working
on the power.

- Dana, what is it?

- Nothing.

- Is it Rose? Is she okay?

- No, she's not. We're not.

- Well, Dana, what's going on?

- Why does it matter?

You can't keep
sprinkling glitter on shit

to make it look pretty.

Guess what, Mom?
It still stinks.

You and Dad had
a dysfunctional marriage,

and you never gave us any honest
examples on how to do things.

That's why Rose and I
are in this situation now.

- Dana,
that's not completely fair.

- Situation? Dana,
why didn't you tell me

that you were having problems?
- Because they're my problems.

- Well, what's going on?
Talk to me.

- She left.
- She what?

- She left.

I don't know what to do.

- I can't believe
the nerve of her.

- Aunt Vanessa may have
left her family,

but at least she came home
to them.

Why didn't you come home to me?

- Oh, honey.

Working as a nurse
in Burkina Faso

helped feed my soul,
Bridgette.

Something I desperately needed
to move forward in life.

But what was good for my life
wasn't good for yours.

You needed some stability.

A home, a family.
You had that here.

- And I couldn't have gotten
that from you?

- Honey, I didn't have it
to give.

When Vanessa came home,

the guilt of the affair
was too much for me to bear,

and it all coincided with
the lawsuit and the settlement.

I needed to get out of here
and get a fresh start.

But I realize now
that leaving you here was wrong.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

- Mom, I'm trying,
but it's really hard.

I've been abandoned
so many times.

I feel like a repellent
for everything that I love.

First you, then August,
and now...

- What? What is it, honey?

- There's a woman that I like,

but I don't know
how she feels about me.

- What? Have you told her
how you feel?

- I haven't had the opportunity.

She's married.

- Oh. Oh, honey.

- I don't want to do
to her marriage

what you did to Aunt Vanessa's
and my dad's.

- Have you talked to my wife?
Don't lie to me.

I know you two are besties now.
Are you screwing her?

- Dana, screwing?
We're just friends.

- I don't believe you.
- Dana.

They wouldn't do that,
we're family.

[phone chiming]

Oh, good,
you're getting texts too.

Maybe I can call 911
and get us out of here.

- Oh, Rose!

"Thanks for the text, love.
It made me feel a lot better.

I'm in New York and I miss you
too." Heart emoji?

This is more than a friendship.
- Oh, my God.

- Bridgette. What's going on?
- He's tripping!

- Bullshit. I don't trust you.

You're on a mission
to destroy this family.

- What is he talking about?
- Nothing.

- Melanie, did you know
about this?

[overlapping arguments]

- That's enough, guys.
That's enough.

That's enough, guys!
Everyone, shut up!

Shut the hell up!

[crying]

[thunder rumbling]

How did we get here?

Because people aren't just
born the way they are.

- We're cursed.
- No, no, no, no.

We're not cursed.
I mean, good or bad,

everybody takes something
from the environment

that they're raised in,
and they pass it down.

And the Kings, I mean,
we're a bunch of...

backstabbing, paranoid liars.

And at the same time, we would
kill and die for each other.

And the two seem to be...

cancelling each other out
right now.

Aren't you guys tired of this?

The lies, the distrust,
the hate.

We are all broken because of it.

Dana.

Trust your wife.

Rose loves you,
and you know that.

And maybe she needs
a little space right now,

but Rose has been your ride
or die from day one.

Why would she be
any different now?

- Bridge, I think you need
to make a little space

in your heart
to forgive your mom.

I'm sorry, but all I ever see
is her reaching out to you.

Maybe you try and reach
back out, for a change.

Mom, Auntie, the past is
in the past.

You need to leave it there
and move forward,

because we need you. I need you.

Right now I am facing the
biggest challenge of my life,

and honestly,
I'm really, really scared.

My fear of failure is so real,

because this can mean
losing everything we have, and if we do...

...it's my fault.

And I can't tell you how often
that keeps me up at night.

And the only thing that keeps me
from freaking out

is the fact that I have a solid
foundation in the two of you.

But if that has cracks,

I'm scared I'm gonna fall
right through,

because Daddy left
a huge space to fill,

and right now, I'm just trying
to figure out how to fill it,

and I need the help of
all of you. I need my family.

- We hear you, honey.
- Do you?

- Mm-hmm.
- Because we are Kings.

We are royalty.

And we need to use this energy
to lift each other up,

not tear each other down, right?
[all]: Yes. Yes.

- Yes?! Great.
[laughing]

Because we need to get back
to rebuilding this company

and continue that badass legacy

that Reginald and
Vanessa King started.

[beeping]

Finally! Ah, finally!

Oh, my God, finally!

- Free at last.

- Alright, Bridge,
what's it say?

- 86.5 degrees!

By the skin of our asses,
we saved the dessert wine!

- Yes!
- Yes!

[cheering]

- Bridge, Bridge,
this is you, right?

- Yes!
[laughing]

- Down it.

- So, how about us?

You ready to forgive me?
- Oh...

Baby steps?
- I'll take that.

[chuckling]

- Hey, Dana.

Can we talk?
- We're good.

- Oh, don't you want
to put her glass back?

- Oh, well. I just want her
to wonder about it

for a little while.

[laughing]

[sighing]

♪ Now go, walk out the door

♪ Just turn around now

♪ 'Cause you're not
welcome anymore ♪

♪ Weren't you the one who tried
to hurt me with goodbye ♪

♪ You thought I'd crumble

♪ You think I'd lay down
and die ♪

♪ Oh no, not I

♪ I will survive

♪ Oh, as long as I know
how to love ♪

♪ I know I'll stay alive

♪ I've got all my life to live

♪ And I've got all my love
to give ♪

♪ I'll survive

[doorbell ringing]
♪ I will survive

[knocking at door]
♪ Hey, hey ♪

- Woo!

[vocalizing]

- Excuse me, Mrs. King?
Excuse me, Mrs. King?

[music stops]

There are some police
at the door.

- Police?

- Police?

Can I help you?

- We're looking
for Bridgette Pierce.

- Why? What's going on?
- She's right here.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Wait, what are you doing?

What are you doing?!

Let go of me!
- Wait, what did she do?

- You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you

in the court of law.
- You really thought

you were gonna get away with it,
didn't you?

- Why am I being arrested?
- Because you're the extortionist.

You're the one that's been
making the calls... and trying to destroy us!

- August!
- Dana! Dana!

Please tell me
you did not do this.

- Of course I did.
I told Sean & Shawn

about all the evidence
that's pointing to Bridgette.

- What is wrong with you?!
- She's a liar!

I heard her on her
surveillance tape saying it.

She knew that our dad
was her father all along.

I also saw her kissing my wife!

- What?! Wait a minute.

Why are you just now
telling me this?

- The shock of seeing my wife
kiss another woman

trumps my obligation to you.

- So this is not about
the extortion at all.

This is about revenge.
- It's about both.

[door opening]

- Officer, there must be
some kind of mistake.

- There's no mistake.
- Officer!

- Ah, let me go!
- She didn't do anything!

- Ma'am!
- Officer, no!

- Melanie!

Okay, Melanie. Hold on, hold on.

Hold her head, baby.
- Dana, do something!

I got it, I got it.
- Mom! Mom!

Help her! What is happening!

♪ And I start to cry
each time we meet ♪

♪ Walk on by

♪ Make believe

♪ That you don't see the tears

♪ Just let me breathe

♪ In private, 'cause each time
I see you ♪

♪ I break down and cry ♪

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