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Previously
on "Emperor of Ocean Park"...

Mariah,
why don't you use this time

to deal with the fact
that our father died?

Dad didn't die
of natural causes.

He was murdered, Tal.
And Uncle Jack did it.

Silver Audi down there,
it's been following me.

Someone's been driving around,
dogging me for days.

I think it's the other
fake FBI agent, Foreman.

Whatever
you're getting sucked into

with Mariah seems like trouble.

- She just needs some closure.
- She needs therapy.

Look, I know the behavior

of a cheater when I see it.

If I send you an address,
can you drive by it

and tell me
if she's with anyone?

Are you really sure
you want to know?

Jerry Nathanson?

You have little time.

You are unlikely
to be the only one

who is searching
for the arrangements.

Excelsior, my son.
Excelsior.

I don't even know what
the hell the arrangements are

or who's involved with them
or why they exist.

Has anyone been following you?

I haven't seen anybody. Why?

There's a BMW
that's been tailing us.

Floor it.

Ah, thanks a billion, man.

I left you a little something
at the front desk.

Thank you, sir.

Trying to hightail it
out of town, big brother?

Gotta get back
to my place in New York.

What, do I need permission
to go to my other home?

Why did you tell Sally
to destroy Dad's scrapbook?

You saw the book, Tal.

- But I didn't.
- You didn't want to.

It was full
of hit-and-run clippings

from when Dad was
drinking whiskey like water

and barely sleeping.

Losing Abby,
it... tore him up.

It tore us all up.

We were all grieving.

Yeah.

But none of us went
off the deep end like Dad.

Abby was his baby.

And I didn't want you
or anyone else

to remember him that way,
like some crazy old loon.

So yeah, I told Sally
to get rid of the book.

Now, do I need permission
to leave?

No.
But maybe next time

you're gonna destroy
Dad's shit, don't.

Sure.

So you're just gonna
leave us here

to figure this all out
by ourselves?

Whatever Dad was doing
died with him.

Leave it that way.

Addison knows something
he's not telling us.

Dad wasn't crazy.

Ah, he kind of was.

What? He was.

I'm gonna
meet with my friend

who did the huge Ziegler piece
for the "Tribune" tomorrow.

There's gotta be some
information directly tying

Ziegler's murdering ass
to Dad's death.

Or it will exonerate him
'cause Dad had a heart attack.

Whatever.
What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna link
with Dad's old chess buddy.

I think he can
share some insight

on this "Excelsior"
chess problem.

Good luck with that, nerd.

Chess was never my thing.

Luckily, it was mine.

You forgot
your suspenders, Steve.

Steve?

Yeah, Steve--Urkel?

That's you.

I have a tournament today.

Guess you gotta look all fly

to impress;
them chess geeks, huh?

I'd rather be hoopin'
at open gym with you.

Coach needs to see I'm
good enough to make the team.

Oh, shit.

Okay, we better
watch out then.

I'm gonna lose today...

on purpose.

For real.

You ain't got the nuts.

The judge--
bro, look, listen.

I said listen.
The judge will kill you.

Hey.

Stop the roughhousing.

- You ready?
- Yes, sir.

I'll meet you at the car.

Let's talk opening principles
before we go in.

Don't forget to develop
your pieces.

Control the center
with your pawns.

And make sure--

To watch for bishop pins
on the kingside.

I know, Dad.

Attaboy.

Just want to give you the best
opportunity to win, son.

We've been playing together
since, like, forever.

I got this.

Hey, but it's still fun, right?

Yeah.

But...
basketball is fun, too.

Basketball is great, Son.

But chess is--chess is special.

Not everyone can play the game.

Takes patience, discipline.

Uh-huh.

Addison,
Mariah, Abby,

not one chess bone
in their bodies.

But you,

you have a natural instinct
for the game.

Shit.

Did Martin and Martina get
their STEM projects in on time?

Course they did, honey.

Okay, just making sure.

Oh,
we're doing just fine

since, uh,
you moved out.

I did not move out.

Oh, really?

When's the last time you slept
here two nights in a row?

Howard, not now.
I'm trying to get ready.

Wait a second.

Are you nervous?

How cute is that?

Cute?
Babe, I am a grown-ass woman.

Oh, trust me, I know.

I haven't seen Hannah
in 15 years.

And her career has
exploded in that time.

I'm just worried
she won't respect me anymore.

Why, 'cause you've been
out of the business?

Well, that and I chose to be
a stay-at-home mom.

Well, fuck her
if she judges you for that.

You're just as amazing, if not
more amazing than she is.

And you're raising
five wonderful children.

And she's a mom now, too,
and a senior reporter.

And she just won a Peabody,
so she wins on all fronts.

Who cares about
the accolades?

Everyone.

No human being should
ever intimidate you.

You can run circles
around all of them.

You're getting points
for this pep talk, by the way.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Enough points that
you'll finally let me

- get that motorcycle?
- Ugh.

Not a chance.

Thank you.
You're sweet.

All right, gotta go.

- Break a leg.
Mm-hmm.

What are you doing here?

Un-uh, Chess Club meets
on Wednesday at the shop.

Hey, Karl,
the shop was closed.

So you come to my house?

I really need
to talk to you.

I don't believe
you need to talk to me.

It'll wait till Wednesday.

I'm sorry I haven't been
to the club in a while.

With my classes and my son,
you know how it goes.

- Man.
- I've--

I've been working
on a chess problem.

Man, what you know
about chess problems?

Not as much as you.

Fine.

You want some tea?

Heard about your pops.

So what finally brought
the big guy down?

A heart attack,
uh, we think.

Well, death comes
to us all, don't it?

Yeah.
May his soul rest in peace.

So what's this chess problem?

Dad left me a note.

And in it he wrote,
"Excelsior, my son. Excelsior."

I mean, I'm thinking
he's pointing me

towards the Excelsior set
of chess problems.

I googled them,
but the internet didn't have

- a lot of information.
- Mm.

The Excelsior chess problems.

They were developed
by Sam Loyd in 1861 as a joke.

But people take them
very seriously these days.

You said your father
specifically said

the word "Excelsior"
two times?

He did. It seemed
pretty deliberate.

Well, he must have meant

the Double Excelsior
chess problem.

Yeah, your father had
an affinity for that challenge.

See, in Excelsior,

the white pawn begins
on its home square,

makes exactly five moves

so it ends
on the eighth square,

allowing it to promote
to a queen or any other piece.

But in Double Excelsior,
a helpmate,

black moves first.

And each side must make
all five moves

with just one pawn,

at the end of which

both pawns underpromote
to the same piece,

and black is checkmated...

every time.

That's it?

What you mean, "that's it?"

It's a highly sophisticated
chess problem.

Okay. But what does it mean?

Why would my dad want me
to know that?

There's gotta be
something more.

It's-- it's gotta
mean something,

represent something,
be about something.

Well, there was a book
that Oliver read...

...many times.

Yeah, I think I might
have it back at the shop.

Uh, great.
Can we go get it?

It'll take me a while
to find it.

Just leave your number.
I'll be in touch.

Sometimes I wish I started
having kids when you did.

- Really?
- I can't put my body

through IVF again.

If I'd started sooner, maybe
I'd have the energy for two.

But you, five?
You're a superhero.

Thank you.

Sometimes
I wish I'd waited.

I mean,
I love my kids, but,

I don't know, I wonder what
life would have looked like

if I had chosen
to focus on my career

instead of motherhood.

The grass is always greener
on the other side, isn't it?

Oh, you know what, I hate to
cut our catch-up short, but--

Yeah. We're women
about our business.

Here's the research
you asked for.

This is all the information

I've ever collected
on Jack Ziegler--

shady connections,
financial ties.

I wrote what I could,
but there's a lot more

sketchy stuff
I couldn't include.

That I don't doubt.

Thank you so much for this.

No sweat.

Can I ask,
why look into this?

Ziegler and my dad had
a very fraught relationship.

You think Ziegler had
something to do

with your father's death?

I have to follow this hunch.

Ziegler's done
some terrible things.

You'll have to let me know
if I can be any more help.

I will.

Hey.
Where the fuck have you been?

You straight-up ghosted me
after I did your dirty work.

I'm sorry.
I had a lot going on.

Yeah, well,
you can respond to a text.

Literally takes,
like, two seconds.

See, this is what's wrong
with the modern human.

We don't care
about each other enough.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna be late for class.

Fuck class.
What is going on with Kimmer?

The FBI said they're coming
tomorrow to vet Kimmer?

What are you gonna tell them

about your no-good,
cheating wife?

I don't know.

Come on.

I saw her walking
out of that condo.

She looked very relaxed.

You don't need to describe
what she looked like.

Well, then maybe I should
refresh your memory.

Look, your wife is out here
fucking other men.

I swear, it's like
you relish my marriage misery.

Why are you
making that face?

No--no reason.

It's just that
I really hate infidelity.

Well, yeah,
because Franny cheated on you.

No, she didn't.

Look, I know a cheater
when I see one

because I was one.

What?
I thought--

Yeah.

I lied.

I cheated on Franny
with our acupuncturist.

I hurt the person I loved
in the worst way.

I don't want that
to happen to you.

You're a really good
husband, Tal.

I'm sorry, but, Kimmer--pssh.

She doesn't deserve you.

Sorry.

That's Foreman's Audi.

Kimmer.

Kimmer.

Kimmer!

You want to get a head start
on engraving the trophy,

his name is Emerson Manning.

All right.

If his rating keeps climbing,
we're gonna have to start

heading out of state
to find real competition.

Oliver, good to see you.

You too, Karl.
You up for a game this weekend?

Only if you ready for me
to whoop that ass--again.

Everybody, everybody,
take your seats.

The tournament has
officially begun.

Good game.

Well, I told my girl
I'd be here all day,

but guess
I could surprise her

with a midday make out
session.

Terrific comeback, son.
Terrific.

He almost got you there,
but you fought back.

Thanks, Dad.

Well, his queen put a lot
of pressure on the open file.

I was very glad to see

that your defensive game
was up to the task.

You found all
the right replies.

Oh.
Looks like you may have

a formidable opponent
on your hands.

Good luck, son.

You excited
to try out your new skates?

Daddy!

Hey, buddy.

What are you and Mommy
up to out here?

I thought we should
do something as a family.

We haven't been out here
in so long.

Isn't that a nice idea?

You remember the last time

we brought Bentley here?

He had just
turned three, right?

Yeah. It was a good day.

It was.

Should we go over the script
for my FBI interview, or...

I trust you.

Let's just relax
and enjoy the great weather.

I got you something.

I hope you like it.

I found these while we were
cleaning up the Vineyard house.

Wow.

I haven't seen these
in years.

They were the judge's.

I remember him wearing them
to our wedding.

I had a jeweler
restore them.

Thanks.

You know I just want you
to be happy, right?

Daddy, help me tie my skate.

Of course.

Point your toe.

You got it?

Are you mad that a girl's
about to beat your ass?

Don't get frustrated.

Want me to call your mom
to come help you?

You sure you want
to make that move?

I wouldn't make that move.

Check.

Mate.

Cock-sucking motherfucker.

A worthy adversary.

Good game.

You're doing great, son.

Thanks, Dad.

- I'm kind of having fun.
I knew you would.

Chess is a wonderful
game of strategy.

It, uh, certainly
helped me become

a clearer thinker
at your age.

Wait, you've played
that long?

Oh, yes.
I loved it.

Just, it wasn't something
my father was interested in,

so I honed my game on my own.

You never really talk
about Grandpa.

Well,
there's not much to say.

Did you compete
in chess tournaments, too?

I would have loved to.

But I grew up
in a different time.

I wasn't allowed in a room
like this as a child.

Wasn't until
I got to college

that things slowly
started to change.

But I'm glad you have
the chance to do something

I never got to do.

Make your notes, son.

Yeah.

Bentley asleep?

Out like a light.

Barely made it into the bed.

He was so happy
at the park.

- He was.
So was I.

I know the last few weeks
have been tough.

We haven't exactly been
on the same page.

But I want more days
like today.

We're stronger as a family.

And we can get over these
little bumps in the road.

It's been more than little
bumps in the road, Kimmer.

Tal, you can lighten up
for just one night.

Should I pull this down?

Maybe...

maybe I should just take
the whole thing off.

Would you like that?

I know you're fucking
Jerry Nathanson.

We can either
talk about it now,

or I'm gonna tell the FBI that
you're a liar and a cheater.

Well, it's all very messy.

- Go on.
- But it's not what you think.

Jerry? Jerry's my boss.

We're work friends at best.

Nothing more than that.

Look, I know
what it looks like,

but he has nothing
to do with this.

I did do something selfish

and stupid.

And I have regrets--

Why can't you just tell me
the fucking truth?

Do you know
how emasculating this is?

Tal, I'm sorry.
I'm trying to tell you--

And tell me what's been
going on with Foreman, too,

- while you're at it.
- Foreman?

What makes you think I have
anything to do with Foreman?

I had you followed.

Excuse me?
You had me followed?

Yeah, to a condo
in Hyde Park.

I saw Foreman's Audi there.

I almost believed you
that he wasn't tailing us.

But nah, then there you were,
meeting him.

You're a damn good
liar, Kimmer.

Listen to yourself.

You're not making any sense.

Why would I be working
with a fake FBI agent?

Are you working
with Jack Ziegler, too?

Tal, please calm down.

I am calm!

What do you know
about the arrangements?

Is that what you were
meeting Foreman about?

You're letting
Mariah's conspiracies

get into your head.

You're seeing things
that aren't there.

You've been playing me.

I put too much
pressure on you.

Your father's death...

you just need some sleep.

M-maybe in the morning,
you'll feel better,

more normal...

You've reached Howard Denton.

Please leave a message.

Hey.
I guess you're already asleep.

I didn't realize
it was so late.

Um, Hannah invited me
to the office tomorrow--early.

And I got a lot of work
to do here,

so I'm just gonna crash.

But I'll try to be home

a little more
this week, hopefully.

All right?
I love you.

Bye.

Hm.

Hey, so get this.

Ziegler went on this
hunting trip to South Africa

with this uber-rich guy,
Sullivan Janssen,

and then another guy they did
business with, Harold Walker.

Apparently, Walker was
accidentally shot and killed

on one of their outings.

Nobody was ever arrested.

A--a hunting accident?

Yeah.
They fucking ended that guy,

and they got away with it.

But why?

Walker was a hedge fund guy,

and he went on some commercial
real estate venture

with Ziegler and Janssen,

$200 million.

Whole thing went bust.
Lost them all the money.

Must have been revenge.

I'm about to look into
this Janssen guy some more.

How is your Excelsior
chess thing going?

I'm still waiting on Karl
to get back to me.

I could go into details,
but I don't want to bore you

with chess terminology.

Yeah, please don't.

You okay?

This investigation
getting to you?

No, it's just some shit
with Kimmer.

Things have been rocky lately,
and I'm just

trying to figure out
what's what.

Well, I would love
to hear more about that, but--

No, you wouldn't.

Yeah, you're right,
I wouldn't.

Um, I gotta go.

I'll talk to you later.

- Wow.
- Yeah, right?

Nothing has
really changed.

Well, except...

Okay, corner office.

Right?

Have a seat.

Look at this glow up.

I know, right?
Great view.

Oh, sorry.

Charlotte has
a tendency to spread.

Do you bring her in
to visit sometimes?

Oh, she's actually
downstairs at daycare.

- She's here?
- Oh, yeah.

Me and a few of the ladies--
and gents, actually--

pressed for a daycare.

So it opened up last year,

and I bring her in
once or twice a week.

- Wow, that's amazing.

Sorry to interrupt.
Big story breaking.

You are not going
to believe it.

It's the dep--
now, look at this!

Mariah, what are
you doing here?

Seeing you.

Aw, great to see you.

Good to see you, too, Chief.

I told you
she was coming in today.

Yeah, I wanted to wait
and see it with my own eyes.

Oh--hey, listen,

I'm so sorry
to hear about your father.

- Oh, thank you.
- Ah, he was an impressive man

who championed an even
more impressive daughter.

I do have to steal Banks
for just a minute.

- Don't go anywhere.
Okay.

- Of course, of course.
- Make yourself comfortable.

Check.

- Check.

- Check.

Checkmate.

No, I saw what you
and your dad were doing.

Don't be a sore loser.

Dad, he was cheating.

You lost.

Shake that boy's hand.

But--but, Dad, he--

Shake his hand, Talcott.

Frank, Lionel, and Cammie,
I'm missing your papers

on the basics
of traditional labor law.

I expected them last week.

Get them in ASAP.

- Prof?
Yes?

Um, I'm sorry
I don't have that paper.

I've been dealing
with a lot.

We have
that retreat coming up

for the Black
Law Students' Association.

I'm the faculty advisor,
Lionel.

I'm aware
of the BLSA's calendar.

Right.
Um, truth is,

uh, it's been tough
realizing that

basketball is officially
in my rearview.

And I'm having some problems

in the romance department.

You, uh--you don't need
to go into detail.

Cool.

Do you need an extension?

I could really use one.

You have till next Tuesday.

Thanks.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Nah, I'ma, uh--I'ma get--

I'ma get it to you.

And, uh, Prof...

Thanks for listening.

Yeah.

Mr. Garland, Agent Waylon.

Are you ready
for your interview?

Thanks for meeting me here.

It's hard for me to get away
in the middle of the day.

Nation's next generation
of lawyers and all.

Can I see some
identification

before we get started?

Learned from experience

you can't be too careful
these days.

No need to be nervous,
Professor Garland.

You know your wife best,
and it's, uh,

our job to get to know her
nearly as well.

You sure
you want to do that?

Just kidding.

So I have a whole list
of department-issued questions,

and we'll get to those,
but I always like

to start these things
by informally asking,

is there anything you think
we should know about your wife?

You embarrassed me in there.

Say something, son.

I'm--

I'm sorry.

For what?

I don't know.

He was the one
that cheated, not me.

Then why'd you make me
shake his hand?

Because that's
what honorable men do.

You played a bad game.
You lost.

What gives you
the right to be upset?

Of course I knew what that boy
and his father were up to.

You should have
beaten him anyway.

You think these
white motherfuckers

don't cheat
every damn day?

How do you think
they keep their power

in this country, son?

Not by playing fair.

What?
What, you--

what, you think because
you grew up with them,

because you go
to school with them,

they're gonna let you
skip on by unscathed?

You are a Black boy,

soon to be a Black man.

The decks will always be
stacked against you.

That's why you gotta
outsmart them,

beat them
at their own games.

Do you understand me,
Talcott?

You know, it seems like
you don't know a damn thing

about how the world
works, son.

Maybe I raised you too soft.

Wait here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Looks like we won the day,
big man.

You and your boy cheated.

What?

The hand signals.
Yeah, I saw that.

Hey, a win's a win.
Let's leave it at that, okay?

Nah. I will not just
leave it at that.

Okay, so what are you
gonna do about it then?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are, man?

Get back in your fucking car.

Dad! Dad, stop!

Dad!

Stop!

Get in the car.

Did you get some rest?

You were up early
this morning.

Yeah, I did.

I ordered Italian.

Are you hungry?

Is that really what you want
to ask me right now?

I met with the FBI today.

Don't worry.
It went well.

I, uh,
stuck to the script.

Didn't tell them about what
we... discussed last night.

Of course I care
about the nomination

and the FBI vetting, Tal,

but not more than
I care about you.

Right now,
I am worried about you.

And I'm worried about you...

and who you really are.

Where were we?
Oh, we were at

the World Trade Organization
conference in Seattle.

And Ed had us up
all night.

And you had to interview
the Swiss finance minister

first thing
the next morning.

I was so hungover--

and fortunately,
the Swiss finance minister

- was hungover, too.

Ah, to Ed,

may he rest
in peace, huh?

He was a real jerk,
but he was our jerk.

Mm, I cannot believe
you are retiring next year.

I just don't see it.

You better believe it.

Here we go. Thanks.

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

Thank you.

All right, look, this old man's
gotta head home, huh?

You, I will see
in the morning.

- You...

do not let 15 years pass
before I see you again.

Deal.
It was good to see you.

Thank you for dinner. Bye.

Night, Chief.

- So...
Mm?

I have
a Ziegler-adjacent question.

Shoot.

What do you know
about Sullivan Janssen?

He's Ziegler's
number one guy,

a casino and time-share titan
worth billions.

I keep wondering if Janssen's
relationship with Ziegler

may have intersected
with my dad.

I know Janssen's been in
and out of court constantly.

You could look up
his prior cases

and see if there's
anything there.

Tried that.
Uh...

I looked up all
of Janssen Enterprises' cases.

There was never one
in my dad's court.

Did you look up
his old company?

His old company?

He used to operate
Golden Creek Resorts

with his uncle or brother
or something

before he bought them out
and rebranded.

Huh.
I will take a look.

You still have it.

Have what?

The insatiable drive
to figure shit out,

solve mysteries.

We need women like you
in journalism.

You should come back.

I have a new baby.
You know how that is.

Well,
things are different now.

And you have a supportive,
rich husband.

I'm sorry.
I had to say it.

And you have
a live-in nanny.

Half the battle
is childcare.

Well... you're right.

It's just,
it's been so long

since I've been
out of the game, and--

I don't remember
you making excuses

for why things can't work.

I'm sorry.
Maybe I'm overstepping.

But...

...you were
a great journalist.

You still could be.

Karl, I got your voicemail.

Back here.

That's right.
Mm-hmm.

Come on now, make a move.

Hey, Tal.
Long time no see.

Hey, fellas.
How's it going?

Good to see you.
- The man himself.

Where's the book?

Couldn't find it.

So why did you tell me
to come here?

Because...

I did find
a digital copy of it.

Nobody uses these anymore.

How am I supposed
to access this?

Son, that's your business.

I just deliver the goods.

And you'll find
different examples

of the Double Excelsior
theme on here.

Your father,
he wore the book out.

He'd read that section
on black winning over and over.

Wait, black wins?

I thought you said
black only loses.

Yeah, in the original
Double Excelsior,

yes, black is always
checkmated.

But in this book,
they explore the theory

of white being checkmated
and black winning,

even though
it's just a theory,

and that ain't
how these problems work.

Yeah, your father,

he was obsessed with the idea
that it could be done.

Like, my dad wanted
Black people to win

- or something?
- Hm.

Not a particularly subtle
metaphor, is it?

Me and your dad, we used
to chop it up on politics

almost every weekend.

Yeah, back in the day,
I'd shove the fact that, uh,

Bill Clinton was our Blackest
president in his face.

It was a different time.

And he played the hell
out of a sax.

Your father would go on
about the long arm

of Newt Gingrich
or some bullshit like that.

He was a big-headed,
no-good Republican

who wouldn't ever let me
get in the last word.

But he was a Republican
because he believed

that Black folks could
do for themselves

without what he called handouts

or the "skip-past-go

social programs
of the left."

Sounds like Dad.

Hopefully, you get the info
you needing now.

Now, you got cash?

'Cause we gonna double
our money tonight!

- Ah...
Man, you ain't

- doubling nothing--
- Uh, I can't stay.

Where you got to be?

Shit, home with the wife?

Oh, you got
lady problems, too?

- That obvious?
- Shit.

I know what a fella with
lady problems looks like,

'cause I see one
in the mirror every morning.

But you know what?

Ain't nothing
a good game of chess...

and a stiff drink won't
take your mind off.

Your dad.

This stuff with my dad is--

it's something that
I just gotta do for me.

It's not for the kids.
It's not for us,

but for me, and I need that.

You don't think maybe
you could operate from home

a little more sometimes?

Eh, it's complicated.
My dad--

Your dad just died.

And you feel drawn
to his house.

I get it.

Take your time.

I just miss you.

I love you.

Love you, too.

See you tomorrow?

The judge ruled
against Janssen.

Yo, Tal,
come shoot some hoops.

Talcott.
Get in here.

Okay.

Now set the board
to where it was

at the end of the game
with that boy.

Go on, do it.

Make your move.

No.

Use your brain.

That's not good enough.

You have to be sharper
than this.

Checkmate.

Good.

Good.

You can go.

Yo.
- Hey.

I got news so hot
my eyes are burning.

- That's a bar.
- What?

Uh, nothing, nothing.
What's up?

So in 2006,
there was a casino workers case

in front of Dad.

Dad ruled in favor
of the workers.

And Golden Creek Resorts
lost $75 million.

Guess who the CEO
of Golden Creek was.

Uh, why don't
you just tell me?

Sullivan motherfucking Janssen.

That is motive for murder.

I think that
Janssen and Ziegler

may have killed Dad together.

Huh.

$75 million, that's--
that's not nothing.

Exactly. And there's more
to be discovered with this guy.

But you called me.
What did you find?

Uh, Dad was fixated
on a chess problem

where black wins.

Maybe that's
why I got the pawn.

I represent black.

And so
you're supposed to win what?

That's the question.

Let me call you back.

Hey, uh, that's my car.

Oh.

Is it?

Uh, I'm gonna head out,
so if you'll excuse me--

We need the arrangements,
Professor Garland.

Who are you?

That should be the least
of your worries.

The arrangements?

I don't have them.

I don't even know
what the hell they are.

So what's in
the package then?

♪ You better keep
Your fucking voice down ♪

♪ When you speak to me
I'm equally harsh ♪

♪ I'll have the common decency
To piece you apart ♪

♪ I know you taste defeat, man
Getting beat from the start ♪

♪ You know the shit isn't
A fight if you ain't ♪

♪ Leaving with marks
Nothing I do's in vain ♪

♪ Bitch, I ain't new to game
I'm who's to blame ♪

♪ For taking
All this punishment ♪

♪ 'Cause I learned to fight
Through the pain ♪

♪ I'm wiping off my blood
Of my wounds ♪

♪ Bitch
I can keep scrapping ♪

♪ Deep passion
Making you snap ♪

♪ But keep your feet tapping ♪

♪ You don't know
The half of it ♪

♪ I've been going for a minute
But I ain't finished ♪

♪ I'm right back
On my savage shit ♪

♪ You thought the shit
Would be smooth ♪

♪ But I ain't having it ♪

♪ I lay 'em out like the money
Under the mattresses ♪

♪ I'm too ill, aim to kill ♪

♪ All of my oppositions ♪

♪ Minds made, ain't no deals ♪

♪ Or fucking propositions ♪

♪ Cutthroat
They want some more ♪

♪ Tell 'em to come with it ♪

♪ I'ma show 'em exactly ♪

♪ Just who they fucking with ♪

♪ I'm back, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Guess who's back ♪

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Motherfuckers ♪

♪ Guess who's back,
Thought I was gone ♪

♪ But I'm back, motherfuckers ♪

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Welcome home ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm back,
Motherfuckers ♪

♪ Nigga back,
Thought it was smooth ♪

♪ But I'm back,
Motherfuckers ♪

♪ I ain't leaving,
I'm in my groove ♪

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Motherfuckers ♪