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Why have you never reached out?

I wrote a few times early on.

We're living on two different earths.

I think we just should spare ourselves

the trouble and time
and not pursue this.

Cam asked me to be the chairperson

for a gala event for
the family foundation.

- How did you fuck this up?
- How did I fuck this up?

You got an issue with me,

why don't you take it up
with my dad, John Francoer?

- Your badge says "Frankel."
- Yeah, I changed my name.

I like to see how people treat
me before they learn my lineage.

I was raped.

Your sister was conceived that night.

I damn sure don't want anybody else
knowing my business, Mary Charles.

We're going to read one
another's work aloud.

"See, my mom was...

- My mom was... "
- Give me.

You want to sleep with me?

- I have HPV.
- You asked me here to ask me out?

I wouldn't ask you out
if it weren't important.

Read the prospectus.

I'll need a wire by the 23rd.

- So about that, uh, school thing.
- All right.

I don't want to do it. I don't
think that you should do it either.

It ain't what we want to be.

Oh, she's very pretty.

Like a Disney princess.

Okay, when you meet her,
maybe don't say that.

You know you're too
young to marry, right?

You sure you know what you're doing?

First time in my life I'm
really sure about anything.

Well, that's good. That's how
it's supposed to be, I guess.

You have my blessing if
that's what you came here for.

It isn't, but thank you.

- Well, why are you here?
- I gotta have a reason?

You don't, but you do.

I'm your father.

Get paid to know these things.

I mean, I sniffed out a little
something in your last letter.

I'm concerned about... balance.

I feel two hungers.

The one for personal happiness,
which is satisfied now.

And the one to improve the world,

- which is never satisfied.
- Hmm.

These two drives, they seem con...

Contraposed.

Part of me says you found your soulmate,

reached the top of my profession.

I've earned the right
to be happy and at peace.

To lay down your burdens

and to take leave of your struggles

and declare victory and just be.

But then I look around at all the
senseless hate and all the suffering.

Ah, at the cabal of angry
morons who run our country.

Yeah.

And I think, I can't
relax into happiness.

- No.
- That's the selfish choice.

- Mm.
- I gotta keep fighting.

I'm a role model
whether I like it or not.

- Mm.
- I have a responsibility.

So which do I dwell on?

Which one fires my day?

Is it the Small Good or the Big Bad?

Mm. I was hoping maybe
you'd have an opinion.

You know who you're asking?

A man whose life

has been artificially small,
kept small against my will.

But, also one that's never
been free to love as an adult.

So, I... I figure that you
have more than one hunger, too.

I was... 17 when I came in.

Tried as an adult even though I wasn't.

And I was given eight, reducible to six.

A couple of months before
my scheduled release,

I got... taken down in The Paint

by this cat named Wilkerson.

He was huge.

Uh, there was a spoon hidden in there

just for such occasions.

I got to it and attacked him with it.

How the fuck did you defend
yourself with a spoon?

Nah, I always go for the eyes.

I scooped his left one clean out.

You know, it's surprisingly easy to do.

I mean, you just stab
it and flip the wrist.

Popped out like a skinned grape.

Earned 10 to 20 on top.

If he attacked you,
then why were you blamed?

A point I did make.

But a point no one but me

was interested in my making.

H... his injury was the kind
that cries out for punishment.

That is completely unfair.

Well, well, you know, eye for an eye,

and I still have both of mine.

We're talking about your life.

This is some bullshit.

That it is.

Self-perpetuating
modern slavery bullshit,

which I bring up so I
can answer your question.

I'm not telling you to be noble.

But knowing that the
Big Bad is out there,

how could the Small Good be good enough?

Mm. Mm-mm.

Choose the larger life, Cameron.

That's what I would do if
I could wish upon a star.

My parents' check cleared.

If you get Cam's check today,

we can wire Chen the
money in the morning.

Missy, why do we have so many pillows?

- Will you get Cam's check today?
- Jesus.

Man, I don't think it's gonna happen.

- What?
- I don't think he's gonna do it.

What, is he so busy that
he can't find three seconds

to sign a check that you
will write out for him?

Yeah, I don't think he wants to do it.

You don't think he wants to
or you know he doesn't want to?

Ah, it's one of those.
He don't feel good

about making money
off of disused schools.

- And when did that happen?
- Recently.

- How recently?
- I told you he was thinking about it.

And when did he finish
that regal process?

- He told me the other night.
- And you're just telling me now?

Yes. I had hoped that
he would change his mind.

He hasn't, and he don't want to do it.

Fuck it then. More for us.

We'll take the other
500K from joint savings.

Uh... Here's the thing.

He doesn't want us to do it either.

Well, fortunately, that's not his call.

It's not his call, but yet, it kinda is.

It isn't, and it kinda isn't.

Missy, he doesn't want his people
making money that way either.

Well, fortunately, we're
more than just his people.

Well, we are, and yet, we're not.

Okay, stop talking like
a fucking fortune cookie.

- Stop telling me how to speak.
- Well, I'm fucking frustrated.

I'm fucking frustrated too, but we
can't take it out on one another.

Who are we supposed to take
it out on? Nobody else is here.

And we certainly can't take it out on

The Righteous Cam Calloway now, can we?

You brought this deal to me, Reggie.

You did. You brought
this deal into this house.

- You want me to rub some lotion on your feet?
- I got it.

- Okay, listen, Missy.
- I'm listening.

He doesn't want us to do
it, so we're not gonna do it.

- Oh, is that right?
- Yeah, that is right.

Look, I know you're
all fired up about it,

and that's my fault for
not getting Cam in the boat

before I got you in the boat.

It's my fault for not
crafting this process better,

and it's my fault for
not managing upwards.

But, baby, it is what it is.

It is not what it is.

Because this deal, as
you've brought it to me,

as we vetted it, and as we've
concluded, is a money train,

and we ain't missing it.

Besides, I did not go out on
all kinda limbs with my parents

just to crawl back two weeks
later and say, "Never mind."

They will never respect me again.

And besides that, ask me how
many assholes I have, Reggie.

How... many assholes do you have, Missy?

Two. The second arrived
courtesy Cam Calloway

when he tore me a new one

for some shit at that gala
that was not even my fault.

Hey, he apologized about that.

I saw how he treated people
when push went to shove,

so my tolerance level for his bullshit,

yeah, it's at an all-time low.

He's against the deal morally.

Okay, well, he doesn't have to do it.

But he has no right to
tell you you can't do it.

You offered to kiss him in,

not let him fuck you out.

Well, he is Cam. He has all the rights.

He has no right to treat
you like a junior partner.

He ain't treating me
like a junior partner.

Anybody that's paying attention
to all this family has,

his and ours, knows
that that ain't true.

Reggie,

Cam has the luxury of
making moral choices

because Cam has 100-plus
million guaranteed.

We? We do not.

Morality? That... that's
a rich man's disease,

and one day, we, too, will be able
to look down our noses at free money

because we're not
thrilled about its origins.

But not today.

I ain't his fucking junior partner.

You want your career
to end when his does?

Missy, we don't even know if
this deal is gonna pan out.

Now, let's just say that it doesn't,

and we've alienated Cam in the process,

where are we then?
Potentially, on the street.

Fuck.

- What are you doing?
- I'm reminding you what you have down here.

Oh, come on, Missy, don't
make it about that, please.

We have to leap at some point.

And, baby, we are never
gonna be out on the street

because we are two extremely
capable and badass people.

We are you and me, Reggie.

Not you, me, and Cam.

- You feel me?
- I do.

There is virtually no way

in this moment that I cannot feel you.

Okay. We're gonna have
to do the pillows again.

Mm-hmm.

- I got it.
- Hey, Mikey C.

- Allison, what's up?
- Nothing much. How are you?

Uh, Fr... Frankel...
Frankel want to holla at you.

- Frankel?
- Fr... Frankel, yeah.

- About what?
- I don't know. You know, I don't...

I don't be... it's
not my bu... I don't...

he just say he need to holla at you.

Is it about the promotion?

I have no idea.

Frankel want to holla at you, and
it's time for me to take a break.

I'ma take a motherfucking smoke break.

I gotta smoke some vape. I got to.

It's a pretty poorly-kept secret

that we've been looking
for a new head of MRI.

Hospitals are basically
rumor mills with blood.

And you've done a fine job here,
but we're promoting Mikey C.

- Mikey C?
- We feel that

it's in the best
interest of the department

- and the hospital.
- Why?

I'm senior to Mikey C.
I'm better at the work.

You guys know me and,
I thought, liked me.

- All true.
- His last name is a letter.

We feel that it's in the best interest

of the department and the hospital.

Yes, you said that.
And then I said, "Why?"

As in, "What is the explanation
for that thing that you said?"

Well, why don't you discuss
it with your future husband

- on the veranda of his manse?
- His what?

His mansion. His gigantic house.

What does the size of my fiancé's
house have to do with anything?

Officially, nothing. But, unofficially,

if this were your candy store,

who would you rather
have working for you?

The person that would be out on his ass

if it wasn't for the shit-ass $43,500
salary that you were paying him,

or the person for whom
43,5 is just the tax

on her boo thang's latest receipt.

A, I'd pick the person who
would do the better job...

You say that, but it's just
the narcissism of the underling.

And B, don't ever say "boo thang."

Boo thang. Boo thang,
boo thang, boo thang.

Can I help it if I
listen to modern music?

If you don't want me to quote the
lyrics, don't play it on the radio.

I just don't want you to say
those lyrics in this meeting.

Come on, Allison. We both know
that if we gave you the gig,

you'd be difficult as hell to work
with because you don't need the gig.

I'd be the same as I am now.

You'd bail on us the minute
that you got too aggravated

or the day you decided
to, say, have a baby.

That's not true at all.

And I don't think you can
say these kinds of things

- without getting into a lot of legal trouble.
- Off the record, then.

Why would I possibly promote somebody

that's too rich for me to boss around?

You can't just say
you're off the record.

It doesn't make it off the record.

- Is your voice memo function on?
- No.

Then I'm off the record.
Look, I'm not judging you.

I'm really not. I
congratulate you on your catch.

You're super hot, super
smart, and super cool.

You're Supergirl. Fly away
on your husband's private jet.

But let's just have a
come to Jesus for a second.

Women like you don't have careers.

They simply dip their toe in the
working world for just a little bit

until they find their meal ticket,

and you have certainly found yours.

I don't think I'm being unreasonable.

What they've done is
immoral and possibly illegal.

You dumbass motherfucker!

- Hey, Ma.
- Oh, hey, baby. Bullshit!

Oh, my God, why is she so
loud? She yelling at you?

Nah, baby, you'd know
if she was yelling at me.

You give employees what they deserve.

You don't punish them for
marrying someone wealthy.

- Hello, lovebirds.
- Hey, Chen.

They're afraid I won't be
as malleable as Mikey C,

won't eat as much shit because
he's broke all the time...

because nobody below a supervisor
makes a fucking living wage

in the health care business.

What's another word for testicle?

- Hey, sis.
- Ball sack.

Are you kidding me? What the fuck?

- Hello!
- Oh, Jesus Christ!

Could there be any more
fucking people in this house?

Baby, you can quit
that job if you want to.

I mean, it's not like we need the money.

Not the point. This is my profession.

That night we met, which
will go down in history

as both the best thing
that's ever happened to me

and the worst thing that's
ever happened to my career...

Ah, so far. You got a
long career ahead of you.

Do you think every MRI tech

could have read your images accurately?

- Sorry.
- _

No, of course not.

Of course not. Most
of them couldn't tell

a medial patellofemoral
ligament from their own dick.

Baby, you could easily get another job.

Also not the point.

My career is as important
to me as yours is to you.

My little Allison world may
be a speck compared to yours,

but my need to succeed is just as big.

Sorry.

I've done everything right

and I'm just getting fucked here.

Just fucked.

If it helps, we can get a prenup.

- That way you'll still be broke.
- Not now, Cam.

- Motherfucker!
- How about slappers,

goolies, and privy parts?

Ooh, good ones.

Al, what they did to you is terrible,

but these people are just gonna be

answers to trivia
questions in your life.

How would you feel if you had been
passed over for the All-Star game

because some other, shittier player
needed props more than you did?

Ugh.

Can I just have nine seconds of
my fiancé's undivided attention?

It's a reporter. You know how they are.

Oh, yeah. Because they
just call me all the time.

I should just take it. Get it over with.

- By all means.
- Hello?

Don't act like I'm not
still in your phone.

You're very persistent.

I'm working, and I have a tight window.

- What can I do for you?
- Are you with somebody?

- Yeah, I am.
- And yet, you answered.

Who is it? That girl?

It is true. I'm engaged.

Engaged? Wow. Congratulations.

Allison Pierce, the MRI tech who
treated me when I got hurt that time.

Oh, that is a deeply
moving and romantic story.

- And you're welcome to print it.
- She know about us?

About the gift? Yeah.
About the giver? No.

What is that sound?
Are you on a tugboat?

You know, that's smart. No
reason to go through every detail.

- Most first-timers wouldn't realize
that. - Allison hails from Jonesboro.

You ever think, you and me?

Might have been fun to
find out what that was.

- I do not.
- Well, life is long, Cam.

Smart man never deletes his contacts.

Was there anything else, Ms. Catalano?

A source close to the team,
very close to the team,

practically indistinguishable
from the team,

told me that Southeast Heartland
Company bought the right

to place a logo patch
on Atlanta uniform tops.

Thought you might want to comment.

You know what, I'm gonna go.

I'm getting right off, babe.

Seems a little mercenary,
but I guess you can't expect

Jimmy Flaherty to get by on the
paltry three grand per courtside seat.

Anyway, I've always wanted to
play on a European soccer team.

- Do you know anything about Southeast Heartland?
- Should I?

Only if you care who
you're shilling for.

I really don't blame
you for all of this.

But it's what I said the first
night we met. Do you remember?

- Babe, just one more second.
- They have their fingers

in a lot of other businesses, too.

Offshore investment, munitions,

and not everything
passes the smell test.

I'm virtually done.

Did you know they're the second
largest American stockholder

of privatized prisons?

I'm gonna stay at my place
tonight, okay? I'll Uber.

- You lying sack of shit!
- What about jellybeans? Or glorious marbles?

Would you say that again, please?

Isa? Your turn. I will help.

Mm, gotta go.

Good-bye, wealth.

- Whoa, don't say it like that.
- Like what?

Say, "Farewell for the moment, wealth.

Godspeed. We look forward to
seeing you again very soon,

at which time you will have
grown up big and strong."

Really, really big and strong.

- Push send.
- I'm not pushing send.

- Come on, Reggie, push send.
- No!

- Okay, come on. Together, together, together.
- Missy, pu...

- Ah!
- Oh, shit.

Wait a minute. What's this $35?

Oh, that's the wire charge.

How much do you have to wire for
them to waive the wire charge?

- Fucking bank fees.
- Fuck those fuckers.

Makes no sense. One time
I sent Aunt Mim $100,

they still charged me $35.

Oh, wait, so we should
be happy about this 35?

No.

- You hungry?
- Yeah.

- I'll make us some ramen.
- Mm.

You cut up some hot dog in mine.

- Thanks for coming, Clayton.
- I live for this shit.

Reggie, you clear on the argument?

- As clear as L. Ron Hubbard.
- What?

I'm clear.

By the way, did you pull
out of that Chen deal yet?

- Not yet, but I will.
- Good.

What the fuck? They just called me.

- Why aren't you dressed for the game?
- I'm not playing.

Are you injured? Jesus,
don't tell me you're injured.

- I'm fine.
- Then what the fuck, Cam?

Come on. We're clinging
to the eighth seed.

We need this game. This is Detroit.

They suck, I grant you, but
it's not like it's the Knicks.

- I heard about the Southeast Heartland logo patch.
- So?

I'm not gonna be a human billboard

for our nation's second largest
investor in privatized prisons.

Get dressed for the game, will
you, please? This fucking guy.

Uh, if I may, according to the
Collective Bargaining Agreement,

forced endorsement of this sort
qualifies as restraint of trade.

- Is that true?
- Probably not.

But it sure would be
expensive to find out.

In this country, we jail black
men like my father for sport.

- He's right, Jimmy.
- Southeast Heartland

is a direct beneficiary of that sport.

Government says to the prison companies,

"You scratch our back by helping
us keep black people locked up,

and we'll scratch yours by
making you a fuck-ton of money."

The reason we have a government

is to take the profit
motive out of certain things,

like fighting wars, preventing diseases,

or running prisons, for fuck's sake.

The reason we have a government.

If we weren't serially, unjustly,

and perpetually walling
African-American men in public prisons,

there wouldn't be a
need for private prisons.

And once you build a
private prison, hell,

it's like the hotel business.
You gotta keep those rooms filled.

- He's right, Jimmy.
- "He's right, Jimmy. He's right, Jimmy."

Hey, there's a reason
why he's your Team Rep.

Don't remind me. I knew that
shit was gonna bite me in the ass.

- Then what'd you do it for?
- $5 million.

- That's all?
- Per year.

- Sounds like a bargain.
- It's a small patch.

I knew you were a whore, but I at
least thought you were high-end.

Let me ask you fucknuts something.

How exactly did you
think this all works?

- What all?
- This all!

Basketball, business, America.

Who would you rather have sponsoring us?

Because I'm not leaving 5
million per annum on the floor.

You wouldn't leave a
quarter on the floor.

And there isn't a company
in this great country

bigger than a breadbox that
isn't dirty in some way.

If... if it isn't
illegal labor practices,

then it's destruction of the environment

or bribery or influence peddling

or insider trading or fraud

or... or giving hormones to chickens

or self-dealing or cornering markets

or conflict of interest
or restraint of trade

or harassment or hacking or piracy

or job discrimination or
breach of fiduciary trust

or obstructing justice
or corporate blackmail

or just good old-fashioned
lying, cheating, and stealing.

Or any number of other things
that are written about every day

in the failing Paper of Record.

No one is clean.

You think your friend, Chen, is clean?

You think his father never
put the bamboo to anybody

back in jolly old
post-Communist Communist China?

I started in the hard cider business.

I built my empire getting
people fucking drunk.

They say behind every
fortune lies a great crime.

That's an understatement. That's kind.

Behind every great fortune

lies a vast, interconnected
latticework of sins

committed by companies that own
each other and feed each other

and suck each other
off in an ongoing orgy

of mutual financial gratification.

You think you're clean?

You own even one share of a
mutual fund, you're not clean.

If you ever paid your
taxes, uh, cashed a paycheck,

put money in a bank, then you're dirty.

You just haven't figured that out yet.

What do you think banks do with money?

Put it in other banks? No.

They do what everyone with money does.

They use it to rout
and pillage and plunder

because that is the American way.

You are an American millionaire.

A creation of this system
and its unsatisfiable maw.

And so this is a very odd
time and a very strange place

for you to be drawing
a line in the sand.

That's a bit cynical.

I just have a lot on my mind.

When you hit 50, you
think about this shit.

So thank you for the opportunity
to get that off my chest.

Everything you said may be true,

but I ain't wearing this logo.

I may be a billboard for fuckers,

but not these fuckers.

- All right.
- What?

I said all right. Fine, you win.

You always win, and you win.

I don't give a shit. Whatever you want.

I'll get Taco Bell or somebody.

- You got a problem with Taco Bell?
- Should I?

Has anyone heard a word I've said?

He doesn't have a
problem with Taco Bell.

- Taco Bell is fine.
- Good.

Good. Thank you for coming, Clayton.

Yes, always a delight.

Look, an ambulance.

You gentlemen have a good evening.

Please dress for tonight's game.

I think we all need a couple hours'
distraction, a sorbet for the mind.

Must be exhausting repping that guy.

Nah.

I mean, he is who he
is, you are who you are.

As long as he's on this team,

this is how it's gonna
be between you two.

Yeah, I know. What the
hell? Breaks up the day.

- Right.
- Hey, Chen told me he got your wire.

- Mm.
- You're in on the schools deal.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

I'm in it, too.

I guess that makes us partners.

I guess it does.

Things could get pretty
interesting around here.

Yes. Yes, things could.

You looking for this?

Yeah.

You, um...

- you read it?
- I did.

And apparently I'm not the only one.

Just my class. And my teacher.

And this guy, Filipe, who
cleans up in the library.

Hmm, so those people and
whoever they tell in person

and maybe even on social media,

considering your
brother's kinda well-known,

now know my most private secret.

I don't think anyone's gonna
put that up on social media.

Do you have any idea how many
nightmares have begun with that sentence?

Probably one or two.

M'kay, I see that you
are taking this matter

out of the realm of decency

and into the realm of
common sense and survival.

What are you talking about?

I don't know what happened
to those three boys,

- and I don't want to know.
- Uncle J had 'em killed.

- Or either he killed them himself, I ain't sure.
- What the fuck did I just say?

I don't want to know. How much clearer

about not wanting to know can I be

other than saying, "I
don't want to know"?

But now I know, so my
chances of not knowing

are way low because I know.

Knowledge is power, right?

Mary Charles, we are
talking about murder here.

Murder has a way of
sticking in the craw.

The craw of family and
friends of the murdered.

Some of whom I most definitely
know are still walking this earth.

Even 28 years later,

people tend to be a little
sensitive about murder.

It gets their dander
up. Reawakens their rage.

Inspires them to do some delving

and try to find out who gave the order

or who pulled the
trigger and seek revenge.

Well, there's no one alive to blame.

Uncle Julius is dead and...

and I never said those boys were shot.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Mary Charles,

it's a figure of speech.

They could try to find
out who gave the order

and who pulled the trigger
and come after those people.

Or maybe even those people's children.

It's called street justice.
It's what I would do.

It's time for you and we
to let sleeping corpses lie.

That paper that you have in your hand.

Because of it, for the
first time in my life,

people are looking at me with respect.

Like I'm my own person
with my own capabilities.

Not just the other kid.

The fucked up angry one

with the shitty past
that we don't talk about.

It's always all about you,
ain't it, Mary Charles?

It always has been, from
the moment you crawled out.

It always will be.

Must be that half of you
that comes from your father

that thought nothing of itself
as it swam around inside of me

looking for the good part of you.

I ain't listening to that no more!

Mary Charles, you have
endangered yourself,

your brother, and everybody
else in this family.

I want you to promise me that
you have written and spoken

your last word on this subject.

Everything in me wants to
say no to you right now.

So why can't I?

'Cause you love me and
what I said makes sense?

Nah, that ain't it.

The deal made so much
sense. It couldn't miss.

- And yet, it did.
- _

Some things that
couldn't miss don't miss,

but other things that
can't miss do miss.

- Oh, thank you.
- Yeah.

Thank you, Cam.

Never mind that, man. Find shelter.

You want my shoes?

No, no. We're fine just being
a barefoot disappointment to all

and the ruiners of our families
for generations to come,

and basically just a yoke
around the neck of society.

Hmm. Well, you want this?

No, I can't. Ca... you... we can't.

Hey, don't be swatting away my lo mein.

- You were my partner.
- Junior partner.

Nah, could have been full partner.

See you, partner.

Oh, fuck.

It's okay. It's okay, we're okay.

We got... stuff we can sell.

We got the IRA.

We can sell the kid, the Cadillac.

Sell your ring.

It's good. We'll be fine.

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