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My son is going to the morgue,

and you going with me.

[Gina] Well, your mother owes my boss a lot of money.

I got to pay these people.

Or what?

Those body parts

might show up somewhere you don't want them to.

[Horace on phone] How's Attorney Varney?

He's been upright.

He delayed the will that adds Rain and Sylvie.

The woman that you so desperately wanna fuck

killed the woman that you were fucking.

[dramatic sting]

What did you say?

I said, that bitch

ran over your wife like a speed bump.

I tried to save her, Unc, but she was already dead.

-You are lying. -What is he saying?

[Mallory] How do I know?

How do I know what he's saying, Uncle Norman?

Between all the crack, cocaine, and everything he's smoking…

-[chuckles] Crack and coke? Oh shit. -…I can't tell what he's saying.

He's so high and stupid.

Even when he's not high, he's still stupid.

-I'm stupid? I tell the truth. -So I don't know.

-I tell the truth. -I don't know what he's saying.

Don't believe him, Uncle Norman.

I might be a lot of things, I might be stupid,

on drugs, but I tell the truth.

Don't believe him, like you shouldn't believe that video that you have.

-It's AI. -AI?

It's not real.

And what you hearing…

What you're hearing right now is not real.

And I'm gonna forgive you for what you said to me,

but don't let that happen again.

[tense music playing]

You ran over my wife?

Uncle Norman, do you believe that?

Do you see this shit? She wants everyone to believe it.

She's vindictive, she's evil, and at the end of the day--

She tried to kill me last night, Unc.

She tried to kill me. She's just adding to the list of the bullshit she does.

And she killed your wife.

Look at me, Uncle Norman.

Do you believe that?

He believes it because he knows it's true.

You ran over my wife?

Uncle Norman, you saw the guy that did it.

-Uncle Norman, Jules knows the truth. -Jules does know the truth.

-Yes, he knows the fucking truth. -He knows the truth. Ask Jules.

Ask Jules.

[ominous music playing]

Mm. You know I gotta…

Not for you.

For me. It's for me.

You see, every which way, I got you.

-Oh, you do? -I got you.

-You think so? -I know so.

-You got me? -I know so.

Then do it.

I just fucking did. That's one of the craziest niggas I know.

So after he goes to Jules and actually knows the truth about what you did…

What the fuck is he gonna do?

That's one of them Blaxploitation-ass niggas,

and he is coming for you.

You know that nigga don't play.

One thing I could always count on is for us to stick together.

But this shit you just did, Roy…

It's fucked up, huh?

Want me to get the violins out?

You tried to kill me last night.

Not just once. Not just once.

Twice.

So I don't give a fuck.

And the crazy thing is,

Jules is gonna tell the truth.

And now you gotta deal with Norman.

Cold world.

[door opens]

[dramatic music playing]

[engine revs]

[somber music playing]

[crows cawing]

[phone chimes]

[Olivia] Did you get it all?

[Andy] Yeah.

[Olivia] You get everything all cleaned up?

[Andy] Yes.

[Olivia] So what did that little nigga have in his safe?

[Andy] Forty grand.

[Olivia] What the fuck?

Forty grand?

-Was that it? -[Andy] That was it.

What the fuck are you telling me?

-That's all Charles had in that damn safe? -[Andy] That's all he had.

[Olivia] If they had your guy, I wouldn't be in this shit.

[Andy] What do you mean by that?

[Olivia] What I mean is that you fucked up Horace's robbery.

And now look at all this shit I got to deal with.

[Andy] I'm sorry, but we got it.

[Olivia] I don't wanna hear your fucking weak-ass excuses.

[Andy] I told you who messed that up.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello.

Hey, papi. What's up?

Hey. You good?

[sighs]

I mean, yeah, but we… we haven't been out since we got here.

[Varney sighs] Good.

Um, are you working on getting some help for us?

Yeah, I am as we speak.

My sister's freaking out.

[exhales sharply] She's so scared. I don't even know what to do.

[Varney] She should be.

I… I can't believe how crazy these people are.

You don't know the half of it.

[sighs] Shit, I… I don't like this.

Listen, just… [sighs]

…stay calm.

[sighs] I will be when I see you.

I'm here at the office working on some things,

and I'll be right over there to see you guys.

Okay.

[Varney] But whatever you do,

do not go outside.

Don't leave the hotel room.

-No, no, we won't. -[Varney] Where are you?

[in Spanish] Don't tell him.

[in English] My… My sister doesn't want me to tell you.

Evan, how am I gonna find you guys if I don't know where you are?

[in Spanish] I'm afraid. Please don't tell him.

[in English] Adeline, I know, but… [sighs]

Look, just text me the address.

Okay, okay, I'll send it to you.

-Just don't leave the room. -We won't.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Adeline…

Adeline, we have to trust somebody.

Yes, but you just met him.

Damn.

He's not gonna help us.

[birds chirping]

[horses neighing]

James.

Yes, sir. What can I do for you?

I need your help.

Well, what can I do for you?

Where's my father?

Sir?

I know you know where he is. I need to talk to him.

-Well… -James.

Call him.

Yes, sir.

[cutlery clinking]

[tense music playing]

[clears throat]

Why are you here?

I live here.

And how do you live here?

Well, I got a bed here,

I sleep here, I shit here, I eat here--

You know what I mean.

You was just stripping at the club, and, what, now you live here?

I'm a friend of Mrs. Bellarie…

your stepmother.

You think that's cute?

Well, yeah. Yeah, I do.

How's your, uh… how's your Lambo?

[sniffles]

What you know about that?

-Well… -You know what? I don't wanna talk to you.

Okay, well, I'm sitting and having a meal here by myself in my house,

so you can get the fuck out.

Bye, nigga.

This is my father's house.

Really?

Mm, I don't think he wants you here.

No.

But he wants the stripper here and not his own son--

[James] Sir.

Your father's on the line.

-Shit. -[in singsong] I think he heard you.

[Charles] Hello.

What do you want?

Now, you know it must be a lot going on if I'm calling you.

Yeah, you haven't called me once to see how I'm doin'.

-Well, I tried calling you today, so-- -[Horace] Yeah.

Because you want something.

What is it?

I need to talk to you about Mom.

Shit.

Talk.

She, um…

She, um…

Look, you know I ain't got time for this bitch shit. Talk.

She played me, Dad.

[dramatic sting]

Yeah, well, she played all of us.

How'd she play you?

Uh…

I had her help me with something, and she had me robbed.

Is that right?

Yeah, it looked like she had you robbed too.

What?

Yeah, something about a stash house or somethin'.

How do you know that?

She was at my house, and she ain't know I had a hidden camera.

Look, um, send me what you have.

[Charles] But how?

To my cell phone.

Okay, okay, but wait, wait. Um…

She want me to give her money.

What?

[Charles] She said she need it by Friday.

Oh, shit, she's gambling again.

What?

Look, just… just… just send me what you have.

Okay, but, um… you… you gonna help me, right?

I'm not fucking helping you.

Dad, I need your help.

Look, I've given you everything.

Now, you figure it out.

Damn.

You think you safe here?

Trust me, you not.

Okay.

I'm his own son. He won't protect me nor help me.

Aw, that's too bad.

You know he hates me because I'm gay?

Hmm.

Not my business.

Sure it's not.

Nobody in this family gives a fuck about anybody else but themselves.

[clicks tongue]

Looks that way to me.

Just wait, Angel. Your turn is coming.

[dramatic sting]

Just wait.

You might wanna spend some of that money on therapy.

[distant sirens wailing]

Damn.

Rain.

Where's Kimmie?

Her office is down there.

Damn, she doing it like this?

Yeah, she is.

This shit is crazy.

Show me.

Right this way.

[enigmatic music playing]

-That works. Just have him call me back. -[knocking on glass]

Thank you. Bye.

Come in.

-[both chuckling] -Bitch.

You like it? You like it?

I thought the house was the shit.

Well, this is, uh… the shit too. [laughing]

[chuckling] Well, good thing I brought champagne.

Mm. You brought the cheap shit.

You know it. You got cups?

So you like it? You like the office?

[sighs]

[smacks lips] It fits you.

I think so too.

Not me, though.

This shit ain't me at all.

Girl…

-It ain't. -[scoffs]

I ain't smart like you.

Rain, you could do anything.

Girl, no.

You be adding shit up like you on the spectrum or somethin'.

-[tsks] -[chuckles] I'm just sayin'.

Can you believe this?

Hell yeah.

Yes.

It's too good to be true.

No.

It ain't, 'cause we here.

They are trying everything they can to cut each other's throats,

including mine.

Well, you better cut them bitches' throats first.

Got no other choice.

Wait.

You see it?

You're looking straight into that bitch's office?

[laughing] Yeah.

It's crazy.

Damn!

You was trying to win a scholarship from her, and now you…

Her boss.

[whispering] What the hell?

If I didn't see it, I wouldn't believe it.

[chuckling] Damn, girl.

So…

you got the club or what?

Got it. [chuckling]

Oh my God. You're really doing this?

Yes. I'm doing it.

Okay, Miss Club Owner.

[both chuckling]

I'm doing it.

Shit. [sighs]

Wait until Jules hears about this.

-Oof. -Shit, he'll be a'ight.

Speaking of Jules… Hold on.

-[Varney] Hello. -Come in my office now.

[Varney] Yes, ma'am.

Mm, shit.

What?

You just…

Oh, if I call, they come running.

-[both laughing] -Damn.

See, there you go.

Damn.

Hello.

So has the will been filed?

Yes, everything's done.

Okay, well, I told the clerk to call me and send a video.

She didn't do that.

Okay, well, I can assure you that everything's done.

Look, I know you don't know me very well…

Yeah.

…but my sister…

and this woman right here…

mean everything to me.

Well, you're more than welcome to call the clerk.

You still have the number, right?

You can give them a call, but it's done.

Is there anything else?

Well, you could speak.

Hi.

Rain, right?

Where are my manners?

-Okay-- -Goodbye.

Bye.

-Why he acting all nervous and shit? -Girl…

Hey. I'm about to send some papers over to you,

and I need you to verify if they've been filed.

Great, okay.

Thank you. Bye.

And that's it?

-You know I'mma check. -[chuckles]

I know that's right.

-Whew. -How long you working?

Oof. It's gonna be a while.

I need to make sure some things are done before I leave for the day.

Okay, boss lady. [giggles]

Matter of fact, pour me some champagne.

Okay.

[scoffs] We can have a little sip. Cheers, bitch.

[both giggle]

[cell phone ringing]

This is Officer Alex.

Yo.

What's up, man?

Shit, man, just out here watching this motel.

[Alex] Oh yeah? Why?

Waiting on this young kid to come out.

[Alex] What kid?

The kid from the club, man.

Oh yeah? Why you doing that? You trying to hit 'em or somethin'?

[chuckling] Nah, man, shit.

Uh, just running some shit down for Jules, man.

Hm. What's going on?

[Trackson] Well, uh, her and her brother work at the club, man.

I, uh… I've been watching them for a while now.

Oh yeah?

What kid is that?

Well, she… she was with Daga the night that she got killed,

and then she just up and disappeared.

Some sketchy shit, right?

Oh, yeah, at the motel, huh?

[Trackson] Yeah, yeah, the same night that Shake Shake was killed.

Right, um…

You got eyes on them?

[Trackson] Nah, nah. I know they in this motel somewhere.

I'm just waiting on them to come out of one of these rooms.

How long they been there?

[scoffs] Man, I've been here for hours.

Ain't no telling.

Um, let me put you on hold. Principal's coming.

[sighs] Shit.

[both laughing]

[phone chimes]

Hold on, it was so-- Hold on.

[tense music playing]

It's done.

The will is amended.

-So we good? -Y'all are good.

[both chuckle]

-Cheers to that. [chuckles] -Mm.

-Mm. -Damn.

-[knocking] -Oh.

Come in.

Excuse me. Uh, Rain, can I speak to you real quick, please?

He needs me.

Hold on a second, Alex. Give us a second.

Are y'all fucking?

Girl, no.

I want Black dick, not no Jappa dick.

[Kimmie] Mm.

[suspenseful music playing]

That's crazy you're watching that girl from the club.

She was dancing there, right?

[Trackson] Yeah, man, the young chick.

What she look like?

That Spanish girl.

[dramatic sting]

Yeah, I remember her.

[Trackson] Yeah.

So the… she's at the motel, right?

[Trackson] Yeah, they at the motel somewhere.

Just waiting on them to come out of one of these rooms.

-Need me to come through? -[Trackson] Nah, man, I got this.

I'm just here people-watching. I ain't doing nothing.

How far are you from the office?

Yo, man, don't you gotta drive Kimmie? Shit.

She's gonna be here all night. [sighs]

She ain't going nowhere.

[Trackson] What if she leaves tonight?

Man, come on now.

You know I need that action. Just send me the address.

[Trackson] Oh, man, I can't do shit by myself. Okay.

-Yeah, send it. -A'ight, a'ight.

Just let me know when you on the way.

All right, I will.

A'ight.

Go.

You gotta handle Kimmie.

-I got it. Go. -All right.

[ominous music playing]

So what was that all about?

[meekly] Nothing.

Don't do that to me.

You two are getting way too close. What the hell happened?

[sighs] Okay, so…

I saw Daga.

What?

Yeah.

I heard she was trying to pump another girl, and I lost it.

Shit, she was at the same motel we was at.

Rain, that's insane.

I know.

That girl was so young and sweet. I couldn't let that happen.

Okay…

So, what happened next?

We got to the motel, and…

Alex was trying to prove his loyalty,

so he came in there with me.

And did what?

He shot Daga and Shake Shake.

Are you kidding me?

Yeah.

He was trying to kill the girl too, but I stopped him.

[splutters]

Shit!

Jules knows where he is.

So where he about to go now?

He said he's meeting Officer Trackson to stop it.

Stop it by doing what? Killing somebody?

-I don't know what he's gonna do. -[sighs]

Damn.

Well, shit.

Yeah.

I mean, you see why I'm starting to trust him?

No, not really.

You really think he's with us?

I mean, he's trying to look out for his mom and his brother.

Jules got him by the balls too.

And he can't stand him.

Okay, I hear you.

You gotta give him some kind of credit for that.

I'll give him something.

Right.

[rap music playing]

♪ Ay, ay, ay ♪

♪ Stacks and a whole lotta racks Get it up ♪

♪ If you tryin' to work for the bag Get it up ♪

♪ Down here running for the monies Pick it up… ♪

Hey! Butler nigga!

Get yo ass out here!

♪ Baby, make it drop for the bag Get it up… ♪

Hey!

♪ Money from the air to the floor Pick it up… ♪

What's up? You don't hear me calling you?

Perhaps you could turn the music down.

Nah, we ain't doing that, man.

-Can I help you with something, sir? -Y'all got any ice cream?

Yes, sir.

All right, make me a milkshake.

Yes, sir.

Strawberry, butler nigga.

Yes, sir.

Hey, y'all got a gym here?

Yes, sir. Right across from the pool.

All right, I'mma be in the gym.

Yes, sir.

Hey, uh, is Sylvie still asleep?

I don't know how she could be with this music.

We haven't seen her all day.

Would you like me to go and check on her?

Yeah. Yeah, go check on her.

Yes, sir.

And don't forget my milkshake.

Yes, sir.

Pronto.

Pronto.

Put a cherry on it, nigga!

[music stops]

[distant sirens wailing]

[door opens]

[tense music playing]

[splutters] What happened to the kid that was in this bed?

I'm sorry, Mr. Bellarie. He died.

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

Where… Where is Jules?

I'm not sure.

Can I get you anything?

No, just… just a little privacy. Thank you.

[automated voice] This number is currently busy.

-[sighs] -Please leave a message.

Jules, I'm trying to get in contact with you, man. Call me.

[sighs]

[monitor beeping]

Shit.

What?

[tsks] She did it.

[groans]

[Norman exhales]

What?

Mallory…

she killed my wife.

Who told you that?

Roy.

[Olivia sighs, scoffs]

Come on, Norman. You can't believe nothing Roy says.

You should've seen the look in her eyes.

[scoffs] Norman… that weak-ass girl couldn't kill a nasty-ass roach.

She's not who you know.

I know a bitch when I see one,

'cause I'm one.

Shit, she's a feather I could knock over.

She did it, she did it, she did it. She did it.

[scowls] Don't believe Roy's high, stupid ass.

[Norman sighs]

Look…

that's your son.

And I can say that.

I got to find Jules.

-I got to find out… -Well… Well, talk to him.

His son died.

What?

Yeah.

Fell out of a second-story window at Horace's place.

Was it an accident?

[scoffs] You know there are no accidents there.

[exhales sharply] Damn.

I didn't… I didn't even know he had a son.

Yeah, I got to…

I gotta find him. I gotta find him.

[scoffs] Norman, do you really believe that shit?

Yeah, absolutely.

Well…

I… I don't… I don't know.

Wait a minute.

Didn't you torture that fat-ass junkie?

Yeah, but I mean…

he was high the whole time.

He didn't do nothing but laugh.

[Olivia sighs]

I don't know, Norman.

[sinister music playing]

Are you trying to protect her?

Kind of, yes.

Why?

Because she is the only one

helping us to know what's going on with that Kimmie bitch.

If I find out this is true…

and that…

has been laughing in my face…

All right, now, Norman,

before you go trying to blow up some shit

like you like to do…

[hesitates] …at least find out the damn truth first.

The truth.

-The truth. -Norman.

Norman!

Shit.

[door closes]

[grunts]

[groans]

[exhales]

[exhales]

-[cell phone ringing] -[exhales sharply]

Been waiting for this shit. [scoffs]

[pensive music playing]

Hello.

Mallory?

Hi, Miss Olivia.

Roy told Norman that you

ran over his wife.

Yeah, he did. [scoffs]

And why would he do that?

I don't know, Miss Olivia.

You know he has a substance abuse problem.

[sighs] Yes, I do.

I said that to Norman.

[exhales sharply]

Is he with you?

No, no. He, um…

He went to find Jules 'cause Jules hasn't been answering his phone.

Hm. That's not like him.

His son died.

Oh, no, he did?

Where's Jules?

Nobody knows.

Well, when you find out something, you'll let me know?

Okay, I will.

Thank you.

[Olivia] Listen,

don't… don't worry about that Norman shit,

'cause he knows Roy's ass is crazy.

Mm. Okay, thank you.

Look, I really appreciate you.

Yeah, bye.

[sighs] Bitch. Shit.

[knocking]

Come in. Mm.

Hey.

Hi.

How you doing?

[sighs] I didn't know how much this office was a fishbowl until now.

That's because Mr. Bellarie was never here.

Hm. Yeah.

Listen, I need to talk to you.

Okay.

Are you sure you're okay?

No, Varney,

I'm not.

[Roy] Mm-mm.

-[tsks] Damn, it's real nice. -[Roy] Hmm.

Mm-hmm. This is my bitch of a wife's office. It's a'ight.

It's pretty straight.

Hey.

How's it going, gay boy?

Mm. You look good.

Anyhoo, let's, um, go somewhere that's, uh, way more fun than this,

since this seems like a fucking pity party in here. [snickers]

-Okay. -Let's go. My office.

Shit, we'll really close down now.

[door closes]

Mallory, what the hell is going on?

Roy's the type of man that talks a lot of shit,

but when he feels screwed, he acts out.

So him bringing her ass here, he's acting out.

-By bringing her here? -By bringing her here.

-It's pretty pathetic. -At least it's after hours.

What the fuck does that matter, Varney, if it's after hours?

He's trying to humiliate me.

And I do not like being humiliated.

No one does.

No, this is a deep childhood thing.

I know. They got a lot of issues.

I'm not fucking talking about them. I'm talking about me.

If I get humiliated,

if I feel humiliated,

I go fucking left.

And this is gonna make me go left.

[Varney] Hold on.

Hold on before you do.

[smacks lips] What if there's a way to keep him in line?

This motherfucker will never be in line.

What if there's a way

to throw his ass in jail?

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry I didn't share this with you earlier.

Just say it.

I think there's a way for us to work together

and weed out all the bad apples.

Her, Roy,

Olivia, Norman…

and Charles.

So you willing to turn on Charles?

Hear me out.

He must've really pissed you off.

If Roy is out, then I'm out.

So, what if we have a way…

to keep him in, but just neutralize him?

Let me tell you something right now. I'm pissed as a motherfucker,

and I'm about to go in that office and burn it down

if you don't get to what the fuck you have to say!

-Mallory… -What?!

Listen.

I'm listening.

The guy the other night,

after I dropped you off…

Did you fuck him, Varney?

Mallory, hear me out.

I took you home,

and when I took you home, I went out to dinner with him.

-And what else did you do? -He…

You wanna judge me, or listen to what I got to say?

-I'm listening to what you have to say… -Okay--

…so get to it.

Mallory, Mallory, please listen.

He told me some interesting things

about Jules,

his operation,

Norman.

They're working together.

And they're working with Judge Harold Wiscollins.

Why do I know that name?

Because he was the one that died in the explosion last week.

Mm.

Okay, yes, I remember that.

And I don't think it was an accident.

Keep going.

[exhales] They've been laundering money through the club for a drug boss.

They've been trafficking women,

only to set them up, then to bust them,

get them off.

But in exchange for them getting off,

they have to work as prostitutes at the club.

That's trafficking, clear and simple.

Do you have any proof of this?

That's what the guy told me last night.

Now, I'm moving him and his sister,

who also saw a murder.

This is getting more and more and more twisted.

And Rain was there.

So wait…

So Kimmie and Rain were there.

Yeah.

Now you thinking.

I'm always thinking, motherfucker.

-So they came through Jules. -Yes.

And she's…

And she was arrested.

-Yes. -I saw that.

But she didn't serve any time.

No.

Because she went in front of…

Judge Harold Wiscollins.

So Jules gave her to Roy.

And Gillian, and Calvin.

Mallory, they were all in this.

They're all caught up.

And they were doing all this shit around me?

Yeah.

And Kimmie found something with the radio and advertisement.

But that's nothing compared to this.

Okay, shit.

So how is Horace involved in all this?

That I don't know.

So how did he get to her?

Kimmie has the missing pieces.

-So the guy that you talked to… -Yeah.

…I need you to get him to me. We need to meet in private.

Okay, uh, I… I can take him to my house.

-Varney… -Mallory, his sister will be with him.

We can talk to them there.

Okay.

I need you to get on this right now.

Okay.

But when I leave here, Mallory, what are you gonna do?

I'm about to get this bitch that's in Roy's office.

Okay, how about this?

How about you talk to Kimmie

and get the missing pieces first?

Who do you think I am?

A woman who knows how to be cool and calculated

and tempered when she needs to be.

So go and get the information from Kimmie, please.

You just do your part. I got this shit.

Okay. I'll call you in a minute.

[Kimmie] You know if that was my man, I'd come in there and whack Felicia.

[Rain] He's… He's dead.

-[laughing] -He's stupid.

-Gonna bring Felicia ass in here? -Why is she here?

-What the hell? -You don't knock?

It's important.

No, you need to go back on the other side of that door and try it again.

Knock.

What I have to say to you is not worth the bullshit or the ego.

So I'm not knocking,

I'm talking.

-You better get her, 'cause-- -I got this.

Yeah, 'cause this bitch don't know me.

Stay.

I don't work for you. And do I look like a motherfucking poodle?

But you both worked for Jules.

And yo husband just walked in here with some bitch from the club.

You see, that's actually what we were laughing at.

How does that make you feel, Mallory?

[Mallory] Hmm.

Hm? What the hell is "hm"?

The indirect insults,

they're not cute.

You and I both know I'm very direct.

No, what you are is rude

and insulting.

You have an ax to grind with everybody in this place.

And I get it.

But I'm not your enemy,

or yours.

So you can have a seat, lady in green.

[Kimmie] Anyone who says they're not your enemy

is indeed your enemy.

I know you've been through a lot.

You don't know shit.

I know that you were a straight-A student in school.

You loved to read.

You were on the debate team in the sixth grade.

You had hopes of going to college.

In your elementary schoolbook,

your teachers even sung your praises because of your smarts.

One in particular thought you were a genius

because of how well you did in math.

Mrs. Gathers, I believe.

Until your mother

let your father start to rape you.

That's when your grades started to spiral,

and you went off on a deep end.

[sniffles]

And that's when you met Rain,

somewhere in between then,

and you got arrested for trafficking drugs.

And Rain, who wasn't a straight-A student,

got caught up with Angel when they were both young.

You've had two abortions and one miscarriage.

Your mother had you in prison.

You stayed at the foster home with Rain,

where several of your foster brothers raped you.

You thought being out on the streets would be better.

So, what, bitch, you read our file now you think you know us?

I'm a foster kid myself.

I never knew my mother or my father.

I didn't have any relatives.

I was treated like shit

and picked on.

The only difference between me and you

is that I found Horace.

Well, Horace found me at a model search,

and he took me under his wing.

He's like a father to me.

So I do know you, because I am you.

So we can talk,

or we can keep going through this bullshit

to see who has the bigger chest.

Talk.

We have a way to take down Olivia, Norman, and Charles

to reduce their shares,

tonight.

You didn't mention Roy.

Because that would affect me.

And why not take you out too?

Because I'm the bitch with the information.

Well, let's hear it.

We know a lot, but we don't get the Horace and Angel part of it.

And you won't.

Okay, that's fine, but I need to know if Horace was involved.

Involved in what?

So you wanna play the question game.

I need to know

if Horace knew that Jules was trafficking you.

Because if he did, this whole company is a criminal operation,

and what I'm gonna do is get lawyered up and walk the fuck out of this door.

-He didn't know. -[Kimmie] Rain.

Tell her.

[Mallory] Kimmie, come on.

Did Horace know or not?

Tell her.

He was surprised to find out.

[tense music playing]

[railroad signal clanging]

Now you slipping.

-Oh shit, man. -Beer or bullet?

Oh. I'll take the beer, Alex. [chuckling]

Get yo ass in here.

Brother, brother.

What's going on, man?

Yeah, yeah, man. They let you out of the hellhouse, I see.

They sure did.

Good, good.

Cackling bitches get on my fucking nerves.

[scoffs] You know it.

I don't want this damn beer. You know I want something stronger.

Come on. You should know me better than that.

-You know I got that too. -Yeah, well, give it here then.

The hell you waiting on, fool?

Top shelf.

-Why, thank you. -Mm-hmm.

Let me see. Let me see. Let me see.

[distant sirens wailing]

Ah, shit.

Whew! That's that good shit. [chuckling]

-Yeah, that's right. -That's that good shit.

-Man. -So you know what room they're in yet?

Nah, man, I'm just still waiting. Still waiting.

[scoffs] I get it.

This shit is for the birds, man. Seriously, I'm sick of this shit, man.

I'm just… waiting to wait.

-That's what we do, man. -Yeah, yeah, I guess.

[sighs]

So you speak to Jules?

No. No, I haven't talked to him. Uh…

You know, he's at the hospital.

How's his son doing?

Shit, I don't know. I told you I ain't heard from him.

Yeah, well, I'm just askin'.

[chuckling] A lot of damn questions, man. Shit.

Yo, uh…

why the hell would they fucking let her live with a hitman, huh?

[scoffs]

-I don't know, but she must be important. -People crazy.

Yeah, no, that's just Jules, man, being controlled by these bitches, man.

[scoffs] Yeah, it's too much.

Yeah.

Delinda's son came up to the club, trying to look at the books and shit.

You know that ain't never happened before, right?

Yeah, but you know how they roll.

I guess.

That's what they say.

So uh, we probably gotta make sure we--

Yo, yo, hold on.

That's that attorney nigga.

Yo, what he doing here?

I don't know. Huh.

Oh, it's a fucking dead end.

Shit.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music playing]

Shit.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello.

Hey, I'm here.

Oh, okay.

[Varney] Yeah, come out.

Um, are you sure nobody's around?

Yes, just come out.

I gotta get my sister to--

Hey, Evan, just get her to the car. What room number are you in?

It's 219. We're upstairs.

[Varney] Okay.

I'm in the middle of the parking lot. Black truck. Hurry up.

-Okay, I'll see you outside. -Good.

Adeline, come on.

[in Spanish] Why did you tell him?

He is a good person.

[in English] I don't wanna go.

You trust me, right? Hey.

You don't know him. You just met him.

I know he's a lawyer, and I know that he can help us.

[in Spanish] How do you know that?

[sighs] Come on, Adeline.

We really need his help. What do you want me to do?

-You got us into this. -I know, but I'm trying to get us out.

Come on.

Let's just go. Put your hoodie on and let's go.

Put it on and let's go. Come on.

Let's go. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

[door opens, closes]

[Trackson] Oh shit.

He fucking coming to… He coming to get them.

Come on, man, let's go. Let's go.

Fuck.

[Mallory] Okay, now we're getting somewhere.

This is what we need to know.

Go, go, go.

Take that side.

[mouthing]

[Trackson] Get back in the car.

-Hey, girl. You're coming with me. -[grunting]

-No, she's coming with me. -[Evan] What the fuck?

We didn't do that shit!

[in Spanish] Don't touch me!

[in English] Yo ass with me.

[Adeline in Spanish] Don't touch me, bastard!

[Alex] Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, get in! Get in!

Let's go!

Let's go! Get in the car! Let's go! Get in!

Shit! Get yo ass out of there!

[tires screeching]

Shit!

Shit!

-I'll head 'em off. -Come on, man, let's go.

Get going. Don't wait for me.

Wanna play, huh?

Man, this shit.

[engine revs]

[invigorating music playing]

-Shit! -[Adeline] Shit!

-[in Spanish] Stay calm! -[in English] Stay down!

[in Spanish] How do you want me to be calm?

You don't even know what you're doing!

[in English] Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

This is Officer Trackson!

Suspect vehicle, black SUV.

Perps, two male Blacks.

[horn honking]

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[Adeline screaming, whimpering]

-[Adeline screams] -[horn honking]

[screaming]

-[tires screeching] -[horn honking]

Oh shit!

Yo!

-[siren wailing] -[tires screeching]

[revving]

Fuck!

[siren wailing]

[engine revving]

[siren wailing]

[Varney] Shit!

[tires screeching]

[cell phone ringing]

Shit! What?!

-Go left. -Who is this? Who is this?

Officer Alex. Go left now. You're heading into a trap.

[Evan] Don't do it! Don't listen to him!

Do it now!

-Look! -[Varney] Shit!

Hold on!

[Adeline screaming]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

-Shit! -[horn blaring]

[pedestrians screaming]

[tires screeching]

Shit! Shit!

[siren chirping]

All right, I'm coming up past you now. I'mma keep you on speakerphone.

[tires screeching]

-Perp's heading south on Mulvaney. -Get that son of a bitch!

I got him.

[horn honking]

Shit!

Go up 7th. Go up 7th now.

I got it.

You gotta do this shit quick when I tell you. You with me?

Yeah. Shit.

[horn honking]

[tires screeching]

Slam on your brakes.

You're gonna make a hard left.

All right, wait for it.

Wait for it. Now.

[tires screeching]

[Adeline screaming]

Hold on!

[horn honking]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

All right, you see the abandoned warehouse?

-Yeah. -[Alex] Go through the gate.

Go there now.

[tense music playing]

[tires screeching]

[Adeline hyperventilating]

What now?

All right, stay put.

[Trackson] Alex, you copy?

You got eyes on him?

Alex!

Perp's heading north on Morrison.

[Trackson] Got it. North on Morrison.

[tires screeching]

[ominous music playing]

You ever been in a morgue?

Hm?

No.

There's a lot of dead bodies in there.

[unsettling music playing]

-You know what this is for? -[Sylvie inhales shakily]

-No. -You know what they do with this?

Hm?

You know what they do with this?

I have to go.

Yeah,

you do.

[whimpering]

Is this the way out?

-[door rattling] -[Sylvie panting]

[crying]

Oh, where is my phone?

Where's my…

[Jules] Remember?

-[Sylvie] Wait. -I have it.

[exhales sharply]

Please.

Please.

I need to know what happened.

Nothing. He--

[shuddering] He fell.

I need to know what happened.

Nothing. He fell.

Are you afraid of ghost stories, Sylvie?

[crying] Please.

'Cause I don't know what you've seen.

But nothing could prepare you for who I am.

I'm a motherfucking monster.

Please! Please!

[shrieking] Please!

[sobbing] Please!

[dramatic sting]

[music fades]