All language subtitles for Ambitions s01e13_English

- MAN: Previously,
on "Ambitions"--

- I loved that old man, Greg.

And that Eurotrash
bitch killed him.

- Such a tragedy.

- What more proof do you need
that the people

you're doing business with
see you as expendable?

What are you doing home?
Don't you have finals?

- I quit school.

- Bella, what are you saying?

- Joaquin has been kidnapped.

- The police found a dead boy
about Joaquin's age.

[sobs]

- What the hell?
You killed him?

- What are you talkin' about?

He's right here.

[zapping from video game]

♪

- Are you sure it wasn't him?
- Yeah, it wasn't our boy.

[sobs]

- It wasn't our boy.

[sobs]

Thank you for going down there.

- It's okay.

- I couldn't bear
the thought of him--[sobs]

- It's okay.

Oh, that was...

the hardest thing
I've ever had to do.

[sniffs]
Oh, it was just--

just walking into
that morgue and...

me standing there,
waiting for the technician

to pull back that sheet, just--
[sobs]

- --not knowing if it was
our son under there or not?

Ugh, I wouldn't wish that kind
of terror on my worst enemy.

- Imagine that poor
little boy's parents.

What if we're next, Evan?

- Hey! No, you can't
think like that.

We are going to bring
Joaquin home safely.

[sobbing]
I just hope he's okay!

- He is. He is.
Okay, he is tough.

Just like his old man, huh?

And like his grandfather.

[cell phone rings]

- Hello?

- EDDIE [VOICE SCRAMBLED]:
Hi, Mayor.

- I want to see Joaquin safe.

- Are you getting me
the million dollars?

- Yes.

- Well, show me the money
and I'll show you Joaquin.

- He's getting your money.
Just please don't hurt my baby.

- EDDIE: Do exactly as I say.
Joaquin will be fine.

You're gonna transfer
the money electronically.

- How do I get in
touch with you?

- EDDIE: You don't.

Get the money ready and
wait for my phone call.

- If I don't see Joaquin
alive, you don't get a dime.

- EDDIE: Tomorrow night at 6.

- Another day?
No! No!

- Have the money ready.

[hang-up beep]

[sobs]

- It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

[knocking at door]

- JOAQUIN: [cries]

- Took you long enough.

- Where's the kid?

- Bathroom.

- I would've called you
if you had your phone.

- I told you no phones.

We don't need to
communicate like that.

Phones, texts, emails--
that's how people get caught.

Face to face only
until this is over.

That's why I'm good
at this and you are not.

- Okay, how did
the call to Bella go?

- Well, the call went fine.

They want proof the kid's alive.

- So give it to them.

Give him that kid's meal.
He likes those.

- Anything to shut him up.

- When did he start crying?

- Hasn't stopped wailing since
I locked him in the bathroom.

- How long has he
been in there, Eddie?

- I put him in there when I knew

it was about time
for you to come over.

[scoffs]
- What?

I can't have him recognizing
Tía Perla, can we?

- Shh!

What if he hears you, dumbass?

- Whatever, man.
I am sick of that kid.

He keeps crying, and I
may have to put him down...

money be damned.

- Don't talk like that.

It's been 48 hours.

So it's only a matter of time

before Bella bats
her fake eyelashes

and convinces
Evan to give us the cash.

She has a magical
vagina, that one.

Men line up to give
her what she wants.

This time, it'll
be no different.

- Man, this is how you
talk about your friends,

I'd hate to hear what you
think about your enemies.

- I've had Bella's back
since middle school.

But she only sees me as the
costar in the Bella Tru show.

I'm over it!
I want more out of life.

And snagging a big payday

for Joaquin's safe return
is the key.

♪

- Just think...

it won't be long...

before we're 69-ing
on a pile

of Mayor Evan Lancaster's cash.

- Mm.

Why, I do like
the sound of that.

♪

- JOAQUIN: [cries]

[crickets chirping]

[whistles cheerfully]

♪

- Oh shit.

[theme music plays ]

♪

♪♪

[bird squawks]

- Good morning.

You didn't come back
to bed last night.

What if Deja noticed?

- Is it mine?

♪

- Is what yours?

♪

- Where did you find that?
- In the trash.

Please, Amara,
answer my question

before I lose my damn mind.

Am I the father
or is it Damian's?

- Negro, I know you didn't just
fix your face to ask me

some bullshit question
like that!

- Yeah.
- DEJA: I can explain.

♪

- What?

- My period was late,
so I took the test.

I got scared because I saw two
lines come up, but it's faint.

So I'm not sure--
- Where are you going?

- Up to that school to
beat the piss out of Razr.

- No, Daddy, please don't.
- I don't wanna hear it, Deja.

- I'm just as much at fault
as he is.

- Okay, okay. Everybody, let's
just take a breath.

- Deja, how could this happen?

Okay, we all know
how it happened.

But your mother and I have
always had an open door policy

about sex.

I'm disappointed you
didn't come to us.

- Honey...

did you stop taking the pill?

- I didn't like the way
that they made me feel.

- And let me guess,
Razr didn't like the way

condoms made his
little scrawny--

- Titus! That's enough.

- I'm sorry.

I made one mistake.

♪

[sighs] Honey...

it's okay.

We all make mistakes.

You're human.
It's allowed.

I'll call our OB/GYN and
get you an appointment.

- What if I'm pregnant?

- Deja, you can get
through anything with us.

Now, your father and I,
we've--

we've had some trying times.

But together, we got through it.

- Stuff this heavy?

- Mm-hmm.

And we stayed strong.

Now, we will deal with
this as a family, okay?

Won't we?

♪

[sniffs]

[sniffs]

[yawns]

[sniffs]

I didn't realize
how many sexual offenders

live within a few blocks.

Any of them could've
taken Joaquin.

He could be right next door
and we wouldn't even know it!

- Alright, you need to stop
looking at that registry.

You're gonna give yourself
a nervous breakdown.

- I don't know what else to do.

- I sent my guys on this.

- Oh yeah, that
makes me feel better.

Alix and Will to the rescue.

- I know they've given
you some grief at times.

- Yeah, at your order.
- I wouldn't keep them around

if they weren't
the best at what they do.

Alix is a former CIA.

And one of Will's
colleagues from the SEALs,

he runs the most sought-after

private security investigation
firm in the country.

They're assisting us, okay?
Trust me!

Bella, we got the best people
possible looking for Joaquin.

- You told me they got
the kidnapper's license plate

off the building
surveillance cameras.

Why haven't they found him yet?

- The car was stolen, alright?

But they managed to track
it to DeKalb County.

They are closing in, I swear.

- I'm sorry, Evan, I don't share
the same faith in Alix and Will.

Why don't you just
pay the damn ransom?

What's the problem?

You do have the money, right?

- I had to pull it together
from a few accounts,

but yes, it's on hand.

I'm just not so sure
handing over the money

to criminals is the answer.

- I can't believe you're
nickel-and-diming!

Joaquin's life is at stake!

- I don't give
a damn about the money!

Okay, I'll pay anything
to get Joaquin back.

But there's no guarantee
they'll give us him

once they have the money.

- If you don't pay the ransom,
that sadistic asshole

might take his anger
out on our son.

He could be torturing
him right now.

- Yeah, well, we'll
know at 6 o'clock,

if we haven't found him by then!

I promised you I'd get our son
home safe and sound.

And that is a promise
I intend to keep.

[sniffs]

[cell phone rings]

♪

[sighs]

- Give me your report.

- Purifoy delivered
52,534 documents

in response to
your motion to compel.

- Is there anything there
that will help us

in the class action suit?

- Most of what's here

are duplicates of files
we already have--

'90s-era chain emails, calendar
notices of Hunter's golf trips,

and the like.

- That's just Titus
playing games.

Examine everything carefully,

particularly
the so-called duplicates.

- It may take a while.

- If we have to go
all the way back

to Hunter's 1865
birth certificate, so be it.

I know there's
a smoking gun here.

We just need to find it.

- Okay.

♪

- Hm.

[indistinct chatter]

- Sit wherever you want.
I'll be right with you.

- Is that how you
welcome home family?

- Darcia!

[laughs]

- Oh!
- Mm.

Hey, girl!

- How are you holding up?

- I ain't gonna lie.

It's rough.

Girl, Daddy gone.

- Mm-mm-mm.

Girl, I got you, okay?

Cousin Darcia's here now.

You look tired.

- I ain't slept much
since it happened.

But I'll be alright.
How long you staying?

[laughs]
I'm heading back to Chicago

right after Evan Sr.'s funeral.

I remember how you were
at my daddy's death.

And I can just only imagine how
you'd be at your own daddy's.

It's why I stopped by
on the way to my hotel.

- Ain't no cousin of mine
staying at no hotel.

Uh, Marlon,
come get Darcia's bag

and take it up to the apartment.
- Yes, ma'am.

- I don't want to impose
at a time like this.

- You are family.
Thank you, babe.

And I want you
to stay with me.

I need you.

- Well, I guess
that settles that.

- It most certainly does.

Subject closed.
You're staying.

Come on upstairs!
Come on!

Oh, good to see you!

- Eric, I don't give a damn if
Marvin Barnes has reservations.

Yes, the city's gotten
some negative press

since my father's murder and
the permit clerk's suicide.

Doesn't affect our plans.

The press conference
announcing BetaNu's move

proceeds as scheduled.

[knocking at door]

- Thank you.

Thank you for seeing me
on such short notice.

- What do you need, AUSA Hughes?

I'm extremely busy,
as you can imagine.

- Yes, I know.

And I'm sorry for
the loss of your father.

I got to know Senior
a bit through Rondell.

He was a very kind
and loving man.

- No one knows that
better than me.

But you didn't come all the way
down here to pay your respects.

- I have a few questions
regarding Daphne Manning

and Herschel Cooper.

- Happy to answer, though I
doubt anything I have to say

will be much help.

- I'll ask anyway,
since you're willing.

[sighs]
Will this take long?

- I'll try to be as
succinct as possible.

So here's what I know.

The city procurement officer,
a member of your cabinet

and also your mistress,

was operating
a pay-for-play bribery scheme.

The building permit supervisor
was her accomplice.

- Well, first of all,
I'm a married man.

Having a mistress
would be immoral,

and would go against the vows
I made to my wife.

Secondly, if you really had
all that on Mrs. Manning,

you would've
arrested her by now.

- Why go for a guppy when
you can land a shark?

- EVAN: [chuckles]
- May I continue?

- By all means.

- AMARA:
I'm very close to proving

that Stephanie's top client,
Greg Peters,

benefited
from Daphne's malfeasance.

Did you benefit as
well, Mayor Lancaster?

- Careful.

You're creeping dangerously
close to slander.

- AMARA: If you have any chance

of salvaging
your political career,

not to mention
staying out of prison,

you'll tell me
everything you know.

- Hm.

Is this the hardline tactic
you used when you drove

poor Herschel Cooper
to take his own life?

You're not the only one with
a law degree, Mrs. Hughes.

Surely you aren't trying
to hang a federal case

on the cobbling together
of unsubstantiated claims

and city hall gossip.

- I'll ask you the same
question I asked your wife.

Why are the Lancasters
protecting Peters?

The man who most likely
had your father killed?

Tell me, Evan.

What does he have on
you and Stephanie?

- Greg Peters is the last person
on the planet I'd protect.

In fact, I'd declare
a city holiday

if you actually did your job

and prosecuted him
successfully, Amara,

since we're using first names.

- I've struck a nerve.

- Well, you claim to
be my sister's friend.

So you must know Peters
repeatedly threatened her

because of Rondell's
fight to save The Banks.

- No, I'm aware.

I'm also aware that you did
precisely little to stop him.

Now, why is that?

I mean, you certainly have very
strong negative opinions about

the man whose construction
business has broken ground on

project after project after
you have been elected mayor--

all fast-tracked by
your cabinet appointee.

- Unlike you, I don't allow my
personal feelings to dictate

how I conduct
government business.

- Come on, Evan.

I went to college
with Stephanie.

We were best friends.

I am all too familiar with how
the Carlisles conduct business.

Did they force you
into bed with Peters?

- Should I have had
my attorney present

for our little conversation?

- If you're referring
to your wife,

Stephanie's too busy throwing
herself at my husband.

[chuckles]

- Oh, you didn't hear.

I caught her half naked
in Titus's hotel room.

♪

[car horn honks]

[gentle rapping at door]
- Hey, Stephanie?

I just sent you something
we found

in the Purifoy
discovery documents.

Thought you might wanna
see it right away.

- An email from 1997?

- From Hunter Purifoy
to his marketing team.

♪

[gasps]

[laughs] We got him.

[laughs] I thought
you'd be pleased.

I'll include it with the other
evidence we've compiled.

- You do that. And Marty?

Good job.
- Thank you.

♪

- And while we're
at it--[chuckles]

[cell phone rings]

[cell phone vibrates]

- This better be about
business, Stephanie.

- Check your email.

And, Titus,
be prepared to write

a very, very large check.

[laptop beeps]

♪

- Oh, Jesus, Hunter.

♪

- HUNTER: [chuckles]

Well, then, just tell me how
teeny-weeny is that bikini.

[chuckles] Well, maybe you
should send me a picture

both with and without--

I gotta call you back.

- Tell me you didn't
send this email.

- Have you lost your damn mind?

Don't you people
ever knock anymore?

[chuckles]
Where'd you get this?

- Stephanie found it in
the middle of that truckload of

documents I sent in response
to her motion to compel.

- And you personally
delivered this

to Stephen Carlisle's daughter?

[chuckles]

[office phone rings]

- What kind of lawyer are you?

- One who knows
the rules of discovery

and the consequences
if you don't obey them.

- And you didn't think
to flag the email

and give me
a head's up about it?

[grunts] This isn't good.

- Yeah, on that we can agree.

Hunter, what possessed you
to send an email

instructing your pharmacologists

to increase
the addictiveness of Limodol?

- That's not what it--look,
what difference does it make?

The chicken-shits
wouldn't do it.

- You wanted more people
hooked on Limodol?

Black people specifically?

- No, no, no.
I wanted more sales.

- And then you order our
marketers to handle the pushback

about Limodol addiction
by blaming addicts

for their own abusive behavior.

[sighs] Hell, Titus, I sent
this email over two decades ago.

[sighs] Let me
ask you something.

Do you remember what was
on your mind back then?

Huh? Think.

Would you wanna be judged
on it all these years later?

- My emails from 20 years ago
won't bankrupt this company.

Yours, on the other hand--

- Well, you gotta fix it.

- How?
And why the hell should I?

- Because I pay your ass
a half a million dollars a year.

That ain't reason enough?!

- You told your marketing
team to target lower-income

African-American
communities in that missive.

- I was joking
with my marketing team.

[sighs]
Yes, it's in poor taste.

But I didn't mean it.

Hell, back in those days, emails
weren't taken as gospel truth.

- We gotta do damage control.

It might be time to settle.

- I told you--
I'm not paying one more cent

to them piss-ant Carlisles!

- If this mercenary, racist
bullshit you spewed gets out,

Purifoy will lose a lot more
than a class action lawsuit.

[chuckles] Well, then,
you better make damn sure

that doesn't happen.

♪

[thud]

- Oh my god, my baby.

He looks like he's been crying.

- Here's your proof, Evan.

- EDDIE [VOICE SCRAMBLED]:
Deposit the money in the account

I gave you, if you want
to get your son back.

- Evan, just give him the money.

- EDDIE: Say, "Hi, Mommy."

- JOAQUIN: Hi, Mommy.

- That's some
crappy motel, right?

I just didn't see
anything that helps us.

- No, no, no.
It's not what I saw.

It's what I heard.

A single-engine
plane taking off?

Geese?

And then there
was a MARTA train?

And I could've sworn
I heard kids playing.

- One of those motels near
Dekalb-Peachtree Airport.

- The kids playing
could be Clairmont Park.

That's nearby.
- EDDIE: Now say "Bye, Mommy."

- Evan, he wants the money.
What is going on?

- Just hold tight.
- JOAQUIN: Bye, Mommy.

- EVAN: Come on, let's go.

[door open and shuts]

[car horn honks]

[dishes clanking]

[indistinct chatter]

- You ain't got to do that.

- Just say "Thank you, Darcia."

- Thank you, Darcia.

[laughs]
Why isn't Evan Jr. here?

Too busy to help his
sister in her hour of need?

- It's his time of need too.

And if doing his duties as mayor

is how he's dealing
with this, then fine.

He can't always be
where I want him to be.

- Hmph.

You and him did get along
about as good as Cardi B.

and Nikki Minaj.

Ever since Junior
was a little boy,

he thought he was better
than ordinary folk.

Look who he ended up married to.

- Ooh, child, don't remind me.

- This place looks
exactly the same

as it did when we was little.

Damn, we had some fun, all
them summers we spent together.

[laughs] Girl, you remember
that time we got in trouble for

pouring that whole bag of
flour on Junior's head?

[laughs]
- How could I forget?

I'm still sore from that
whoopin' Daddy gave us.

- Sit down and
catch your breath.

You're trying to do too much.

- I will, but--ooh.

Ooh, I got to first get
them pies out of the oven.

- Mm, mm, mm, mm.
I'll take care of the pies...

and make sure everything
in the kitchen is set up

just like I learned from
Aunt Thelma and Uncle Senior

all those years ago.

Then I'll help
with the customers

while Inez does the grocery run.

- You didn't come out
here to work for me.

- Sit your butt down!
- Okay.

- Damn!
- Ooh!

- I'm ain't
gonna tell you again.

- Girl, you sound
just like Daddy.

[laughs] I was
raised by his brother.

What do you expect?

[laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

- Thank you, Cousin.

[sighs] Child.

[siren wails]

[door opens]

- Thank you.

I wanted to thank you, Titus.

You made my day--
not to mention, my case.

Admittedly, we had
to work for it.

My team was, ah,
forced to comb through

pages of boring miscellany--

parking spaces, um, casual
Fridays, millennial mixers.

[taps fingernails]

[office phone rings]

- But in the midst of all
the drivel, there was a gift.

Hunter Purifoy shooting
himself in the foot...

and the pocketbook...

with his own bigoted,
grasping words.

- Is there a point
to this, Stephanie?

- I wanted to
save you the trouble

of submitting
a settlement amount.

We'd never accept.

- You're refusing to settle.

- I'm refusing our initial
ask of a half a billion.

Today, my clients
will accept nothing less

than $750 million.

And of course, that offer
is only good for 24 hours.

- Of course.

- It'll only go up from there.

Best not to tarry.

Better get out
the old man's checkbook.

- Purifoy isn't settling.

[laughing] No,
of course you are.

Even a first-year
law student would say

this case is now indefensible.

I will slaughter you
if this goes to court.

- You can try.

- Mm, well, don't say
I didn't warn you.

Oh, before I go...

how is Amara?

- Stephanie, do me a favor.

Keep my wife's name
out of your mouth.

- No need to get testy.

I sincerely hope
that you and Amara

get through this rough patch.

Who knows?

Maybe you'll be able
to move out of the Ducksworth

and back into your starter home.

[chuckles]

[gasps]
You must be Deja.

Oh, Titus, your daughter
is simply beautiful!

[laughs]

Would you tell
your mother I said hello?

♪

- Love the piercing.
[chuckles]

- Sweetheart, I'm sorry.
That was, um--

- I don't care who she is.

I came here to tell
you about the baby.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

- WOMAN: Purifoy
Pharmaceuticals?

- Oh.

- What baby?

- My baby.

The one I'm gonna have?

- Oh, Deja.

- One day, Dad.

Not today.

I'm not pregnant.

[door opens and shuts]

[sighs]

[office phone rings]

- Have you sent any
more of those racist,

self-incriminating,
victim-shaming emails lately?

I'm thinking about
starting a scrapbook.

- You know, I thought I smelled
the foul mixture of roadkill

and unabashed greed.

Always a sure sign
that there's a...

Carlisle in my building.

- At the rate you and your
incompetent general counsel

are going, the Carlisles
will be able to buy

this garish monument to
white privilege at auction.

[chuckles] Why, is that
the proper way to talk to...

family?

- Keep dreaming.

[chuckles] You know, I simply
cannot wait to throw the biggest

interracial lesbian wedding
Atlanta's ever seen

for my Lori and, of
course, your Carly.

You know I already have Junie
preparing the guest wing

at Purifoy Manor for my...

future daughter-in-law.

- I knew you were behind
Lori going after Carly.

[chuckles] Actually, I had
no idea it was happening.

But I did add a few extra
hundred thousand

to Lori's trust fund after I
found out that she had, um--

[snaps fingers]

- --suckered your idiot
brat into the sack.

- BOTH: [chuckling]

- Lori had her fun, but
I put a quick end to it.

And soon, Carly will be
safely out of the country,

being deloused of
all things Purifoy.

[chuckles] Just in time
for me to bankrupt you.

- BOTH: [chuckling]

- Oh, keep dreaming.

♪

- Oh, and Hunter?

I suggest you book
Lori an appointment

with a sexual addiction
counselor.

[loudly] That little nympho
has quite the penchant

for unseemly orgies
with prostitutes!

[chatter erupts]
[whispers] Or so I've heard.

[laughs]

♪

- Hey, drink this.

You have to take
care of yourself.

[knocking at door]

- Oh--
- Here, I'll take it.

- Did you find--
- Hola!

Oh--[laughs giddly]

Oh, oh, you have such a cozy

and colorful little
space here, Bella.

- What are you doing
here, Stephanie?

I mean, we always do your
fittings at your home.

- I had Bryshanna pull up your
address because I wanted to

go over your Corazón contract
in person, if you don't mind.

- This is really
not a good time.

- Well, I've taken
the time out of my busy day

to go over your
contract...pro bono.

And you don't have
time to discuss it?

- I didn't mean that,

it's just I have
so much going on right now.

I really do appreciate you--

- Well, I see that
you finally took my advice

and hired an assistant.

Oh, please be a dear and
bring me a sparkling water

with a little bit of lime zest.
- Excuse you?

- Perla is my model and
friend, not my assistant.

- I better get going.

I'll check in later.
- Bye, and thanks.

[laughs] Nice
meeting you, Pearl!

- Me llamo Perla.

- Ha, look at Bella Tru!

In all of its glory!
Hm!

I always knew that you
were a fabulous seamstress.

But now I understand
why Valentina de Santos

is so impressed.

Oh, and look at your son.

Oh!

[sighs] I loved this
age with my children.

Where is the cutie?

- Daycare.
- Oh, well, do...

enjoy every minute.

They grow up so fast.

Before you know it, they're
moving off to London and...

putting an ocean between you.

- I'm sorry?

- Never mind.

Is something wrong, Bella?

You seem a bit off.

- I'm just upset
about Senior, Steph.

He was like a grandfather to me.

- Oh, well, it's very
sweet of you to be so worried

about my family.

I know that your mother has
worked for us for many years

at Thelma's Place.

- It's more than that.

Mami and Rondell
are best friends.

- Oh.
- Senior was like fa--

[cell phone vibrates]

- I'm sorry, Stephanie.
I really need to take this.

- Don't mind me.
I can wait for you

to finish your call
to resume our business.

- Hello?

- EDDIE [VOICE SCRAMBLED]:
Where's my money?

You keep playing games with me.

And you're gonna see
what happens to your brat.

- No, don't do anything to him.

- Don't do anything to whom?
Is something wrong?

- EDDIE: What is that?
Is there somebody else there?

You are putting
your child at risk.

You know what?
I'm just gonna kill the kid now.

I'm not gonna wait.

- I mean, don't cancel
his spot for daycare.

I will have this matter ironed
out as quickly as possible.

- EDDIE: I've given you
more than enough time.

- I am so sorry for the delay
in Joaquin's daycare payment.

You will definitely
have the money today.

You have my word.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- You take such
great care of my son.

I feel badly that
you've been inconvenienced.

- EDDIE: It better
not be the cops.

Look, you get rid of
who is ever there now!

- This is my son's school.

I-I really need
to take care of this.

It's being handled.

[low voice] I'm so sorry

that you're having problems
making the payments.

- It's a credit card snafu.

I just need to switch out
my expired credit card.

- It happens.

I mean, not to me, of course.

But matter of fact,
after this deal,

you will be flush with cash.

[laughs]
- I hope so.

Look, Stephanie, I
appreciate you stopping by.

But I will call down to your
office and make an appointment

for us to finish our discussion.

- I can't believe
you're treating me

like a pesky
door-to-door salesman.

- It's not like that.

I really have
to finish this call.

I'll be in touch.
- Fine.

[sighs]
Hello? Hello?

No. No, no, no, no.

- It's almost over.

[text whoosh]

♪

- JOAQUIN: [cries]

♪

- Boss, there's a kid
in this one.

- Go get him.

- Come here. Shit!
- No! No!

[banging at door]

- JOAQUIN: [cries]
- Come here! [grunts]

♪

- Drop the weapon now!

Drop it!
- No!

[gunshots]

- JOAQUIN: [screams]

♪

- JOAQUIN:
[cries hysterically]

[pants]

- It's okay, Joaquin.

- The package has been secured,
sir.

Your son is safe.

[gasps] Oh, baby!

- Mommy! Mommy!
- Oh! Oh!

Mommy loves you so much!

- I love you too.

[sobs]

♪

[crickets chirping]

[door shuts]

- You guys have
been lying to me.

- What are you talking about?

- You and Dad aren't
living together anymore?

Are you divorcing?

- Okay.

Deja, sweetheart, let's sit
down so we can talk about it.

- I overheard some lady named
Stephanie talking to Dad.

♪

- Where exactly did you see
your father and Stephanie?

- She was at his office.

She said that Dad
moved out of the house.

Is that true?

- Honey, yes, it's true.

- Is Dad cheating
on you with her?

She looks shady as hell.

- Deja, no, he's not cheating--

- He's no better than Razr.

Dad has a lot of nerve to say
that he's disappointed in me

when he's been cheating on you--

- Okay, stop! Stop!

Your father's not
cheating on me, okay?

♪

- I'm the one who
cheated on him.

♪

- Honey?
I made a mistake.

Deja, come back here!
Deja, come back!

Please, come back here!
Let me--

[door shuts]

♪

[crickets chirping]

[sighs]

[clock ticking]

- Where did you run
off to last night?

And why are you not
responding to any of my texts?

- Good evening to you too.

A drink? That'd be great.
Thanks so much.

- Answer me.

[sighs]

Someone just shot
my father, Stephanie.

Or have you already put that
unpleasant business behind you?

- Don't be base.
- The killer is still at large,

and I'll be damned
if I let the trail go cold.

And for the record...
you have a helluva lot of nerve

questioning
my late-night activities

after being caught
half dressed in a hotel room

with Titus Hughes.

Yeah.

Amara told me everything.

- Hm.

So little old Amara
went whining to you?

[chuckles]

Rest assured,
my darling, nothing happened.

I simply needed to...

settle an old score.

- The only reason
you didn't sleep with him

is because he wouldn't have you.

- You should be
grateful to Titus, Evan.

The only reason I so much
as gave you a second look

at Harvard was because he
was no longer available.

And we both know
without me by your side,

complete with my Carlisle
wealth and influence,

you'd spend your legal career

helping thugs with their
bail hearings in The Banks.

- Got no time for your
black Bette Davis bullshit.

Stephanie, do me a favor.

At least try to remember you're
the First Lady of Atlanta

and conduct yourself
accordingly.

- Our financial planner

flagged an odd
would-be transaction today.

Large sums of money went
missing from several accounts,

only to be redeposited later.

- I heard about
a property investment.

Turned out to be fool's gold.

Luckily, I realized it
before committing the funds.

- I see.
[chuckles]

- I'm glad that in your race
against time to avenge

your father's death,

you still kept
the family fortune in mind.

- I'm not sure if that's
supposed to be a joke,

but I'm too beat
to figure it out.

I'm going to bed.

♪

[bird squawking]

- Ah, I hate to see you leave.

I know you gotta
get back to school.

I love you, baby girl.

- I love you too, Daddy.

[chuckles]

[sighs] Be good.

- Hey, hey--

I'm sorry.

I promise I'm
gonna make it right.

[car horn honks]
- My ride's here.

- Alright, you be
careful and, uh,

call us when you
get to Excalibur.

- Um...what did I miss?

♪

- I told Deja I had an affair.

- What?
Why would you do that?

- Because, Titus, she overheard
you talking to Stephanie

and she assumed that you
were cheating on me with her.

So I set the record straight.

- But Amara, that--
- No!

I couldn't allow her
to think the worst of you

when I'm the guilty party
in this marriage.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Then there's enough
guilt to go around.

Look, I owe you an apology.

I never should've accused you
of sleeping with Damian again,

let alone being
pregnant with his child.

- It's okay.

I mean, it's not,
but it's to be expected.

Titus, I lied to you
for months about Damian.

And now that everything is...

in the open, I pray that...

we can figure out
how to move past it.

- I want that too.

Come here.

♪

[whispers] There
are cameras in here.

We're being recorded.
Just act normal.

- DARCIA: That white man
offered all that

for a soul food restaurant?

Child, that's serious cash.
- I know.

But I ain't lettin'
no rich developer knock down

the only thing
I got left of my momma.

And now my daddy too.
Mm-mm.

- I don't blame you
for not taking it.

Selling this restaurant

would be like selling
a member of our family.

- I know.
That's exactly how I feel.

You understand.
- I do. Completely.

You really believe this
Peters killed Senior?

- Oh, I know he did, just
as sure as I'm sitting here.

- Mm-hmm, okay.

I'll find a car to hotwire.

You steal a license plate
we can switch out.

We'll need two ski masks
and a untraceable gun.

[laughs] Like that time
Uncle Jay and Daddy

went after that guy
who ripped him off?

[laughs] We gotta do better,
'cause they almost got

their behinds arrested.

- But they got that money back.

- You know that's right.

- BOTH: [laughter]

- Whew, Uncle Jay and Daddy.

Sho nuff ride or die.

- Mm-hmm.

Like you and me.

♪

- Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

You not only saved my ass

during that lunch
and dinner rush,

but you are saving
my sanity too.

You, uh--

you need to rush
back to Chicago?

Uh, duh, duh, duh.

It's alright.
Scratch that.

I ain't trying to
put no pressure you.

- It's okay.
I'm a consultant.

I can work anywhere.

Try and move some things.

Stick around a while?

[traffic outside]

- If you can manage that,
I would love to have you.

♪

- Hm.
Well, let me lock up.

- Mm-mm.
I'll do that.

You go on upstairs,
get some rest.

You need it.

- You know what?

I'ma take you up on that.

Ooh, I love me some you.

- BOTH: Mm!

- Love you, Cousin.
- I love you more.

- Ooh!

- Yeah.

♪

[doorbell rings]

♪

♪

[cell phone rings]

- Girl--[chuckles]

This gon' be like taking
candy from a baby.

Hm-hm!

I'm about to get paid
way more than I planned.

You hear me?

Heh, heh!

- MAN: On the next "Ambitions"--

- Mother--

- I know exactly who
planted those cameras.

And I'm gonna make sure that
that sick predator pays.

- Alix and Will think
there were two of them,

and they're on his trail.

- Evan's guys are on to me.

- That son of a bitch has been
stealing money from me

and our children
to provide for his whore!

- I just want you to
pay me what I'm owed.

- How much?

- TITUS: You always manage
to stay two steps ahead.

How is that, Stephanie?

- It's simple.
I'm better than you are.

♪

♪

♪

[ding]