All language subtitles for Ambitions s01e14_English

- STEPHANIE: Previously
on "Ambitions..."

- BELLA: Joaquin
has been kidnapped.

- You killed him?

- What are you talking about?

- Drop the weapon!
- [gunshot blasts]

- JOAQUIN: [crying]

- MAN: Package has
been secured, sir.

- AMARA: There are
cameras in here.

We're being recorded.
Just act normal.

- Darcia.
- [laughs]

- I need you.

- This gonna be like
taking candy from a baby.

- What possessed you
to send an email to increase

the addictiveness of Limodol?

- Well, this is a disaster.

- [metal clings]

- ♪

- [door opens]

- ♪

- Okay, what's wrong?

You didn't sound like
yourself on the phone.

Did something happen to Evan?

- Not yet, Mother.

But the day is young.

- ♪

- [indistinct chatter]

- Your hunch was right.

There's more than one.

- How many cameras total?

- Two and counting.

We're making a slow sweep
to make sure we don't miss any.

- How long have
they been online?

- We're running
an IP trace now.

It's a pretty
sophisticated setup.

It should only be
a matter of time

before we identify the source.

I'm gonna help with
the search upstairs.

- Thank you.

- TITUS: Can you
believe this shit?

- I know exactly who
planted those cameras.

And I'm going to make sure
the sick predator pays.

- ♪

- [yawns]

[sighs]

- ♪

- Mother--

- [electronic beeping]

- ♪

- C'mon. C'mon! Move.

- ♪

- I think I got
something, boss.

- Come on, come on! Move!

- ♪

♪

♪♪

- ♪

- [sniffing]

- ♪

- [keyboard clicking]

- [electronic beeping]

- ♪

- We just lost the signal.

- What?

- [sighs]

[heavy breathing]

- Titus, there was
a camera in our bathroom.

- And in the living room,
bedroom,

dining room, and kitchen.

Some depraved freak has
witnessed every intimate moment

that went on in this house.

Everything!

- Oh, she's going to pay.
- She?

- Stephanie! Who else?

The woman is obsessed with you.

How did she know you werestaying at the Ducksworth Hotel?

- No, no, Stephanie's
not a voyeur.

This is too subtle for her.

You know who did this.

- I don't wanna believe
it was Damian.

- TITUS: Why?

- If Damian planted those
cameras in our home,

then he's not only
dangerous, he's insane.

And I brought him
into our lives.

- [phone dings]

- There's a crisis at Purifoy.

- Okay, go.

I've gotta go check
on Daphne Manning.

And Damian is scheduled to
come back to work on Monday.

I'm gonna deal with
him once and for all.

- We need to be smarter, Amara.

You said it yourself,
that sick freak is unstable.

The FBI has it covered.

Besides, I don't want us
to react emotionally

and play into
another one of his traps.

- You're absolutely right.

I'll leave it alone.

- I made that bitch a star!

Nobody knew who Bella Tru was
'til I started

wearing her designs!
- You sound more enraged

by Bella's betrayal
than your husband's.

- Oh, believe me, Mother, I
have enough rage to go around.

Bella had the audacity to ask me

to look over a contract
for her fashion house.

When I finally got
around to looking at it,

I discovered...that her company
listed a firm called...

Westside Son Investments

as its primary shareholder.

- Wasn't Evan's
campaign slogan:

"Elect a Son From
Atlanta's Westside"?

- He always
lacked imagination.

Atlanta's favorite son
recently transferred

a million dollars from
several of our accounts,

only to have the money
quickly put back.

- What did he plan
to do with the money?

- That sonofabitch has been
stealing money from me

and our children to provide
for his whore!

[chuckles]

For all I know, that little
son of Bella's

could very well belong to him.

I'm filing for divorce.

- Now hold on.

We Carlisles have invested too
much time and money

grooming Evan
for the national stage

to just cut our losses now.

- You would have me stay
in that sham of a marriage

just so you and Daddy
can one day

placea son-in law in the Oval Office?

- Who says it's Evan I'm trying
to place in the Oval Office?

It's always been you,
Stephanie.

You are the future
of this family.

Your father and your husband
can't see it

past their own egos, but I do.

What does Kamala Harris
have that you don't?

- You would have me
just do nothing,

and let Evan and Bella get away
with humiliating me?

- The time will come.

Soon, and what you've learned
about your husband

and this seamstress...

will prove useful.

But until then...

listen to Mother.

And don't let your right hand
know what your left is doing.

- ♪

- Hmm?

- ♪

- What's taking so long?

- The doctor's
just being thorough.

- [footsteps approaching]

- How is he?
- He should be fine.

He's a little antsy, but
that's to be expected.

I've given him a mild sedative.

I'll check back in tomorrow.

- Thanks, Bob.

Thanks again.

- We're so lucky, Evan.

- [phone dings]

- I told you I'd bring
him home safely, and I did.

- What?

- There's something
still bothering me.

You are the lightest sleeper
I've ever met.

I can't wrap my mind around you
not being able

to hear someone breaking in.

- Uh, I took an antihistamine.

You know how my
allergies can get.

I was knocked out.

- Well, just make damn sure you
keep a closer eye on our son

from now on.
- Of course.

- I should be going.

I'll have my cell on me
in case Joaquin needs me.

A couple of plainclothes guards
are watching the place.

They'll reach out if
anyone looks suspicious.

- Thank you, Evan,
for everything.

- Of course.

- I brought goodies!

Does he always
have to be so rude?

Anyways...how's Joaquin?

- The doctor says he's fine.

- I knew he would be.

He's resilient,
just like his Mami.

- He shouldn't be going
through any of this.

I wish I'd been
the one to put a bullet

through that kidnapper's head.

- Don't talk like that.
- I mean every word, Perla.

Alix and Will think
there were two of them,

and they're on his trail.

That sonofabitch better hope
Evan's guys

put their hands
on him before I do.

This is cute.

- Yeah.

- [chuckles]

- WOMAN: Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- You know, I ain't letting
you go back to Chicago.

- I'm in no rush.

Uncle Senior was
my daddy's favorite brother.

He'd want me here
to be here to see about family.

- Yeah.

- Look who finally
puts in an appearance.

- ♪

- And how long will
you be in town for, Darcia?

- Indefinitely,
if I have my way.

- [chuckles]

- Can I chat with you, sis,
in private?

- I'll go check on the gumbo
for the lunch special.

- ♪

- Have you lost your mind?

- What are you talking about?
- You need to send Darcia

back to Chicago immediately
after Pop's funeral.

- Oh, hush! You know, you never
did like her.

- She's shady and
trifling, Rondell.

- Boy, please.
She is our family.

- So?

- Any news on when the police
are gonna nail Peters?

- The investigation is ongoing.

Look, don't worry.

Peters is going down
for Pop's murder.

I gotta get to the office.

I just stopped by to
check on you, Sis.

Love you.

- Alright.

Love you, too.

- Bye, cousin!

- ♪

- You have a blessed day.

- ♪

- [bell dings]

- ♪

- This is outrageous.

This is the most
scandalous piece of garbage

about me I've ever read.

I will make it my life's missionto sue this rag

into irrelevancy.

Get me a retraction.

Right, Titus?

- That's not how we
interpret that paragraph.

Look at the language and
you tell me what it says.

Yes, I hear you--
- Don't make a rash decision.

All I'm asking if
for an opportunity to present

our side of things to your
board--can you at least just--

- That's all I want.

What about--what?

- Every museum, medical school,
and library that's benefitted

from our philanthropic efforts
no longer wants anything to do

with Purifoy.

The High Museum is shutting downThe Gavin Purifoy Installation

and returning our collection.

- You know, to hell with 'em.

We'll shift those funds
into marketing Achizone.

Turn their losses
into our gains.

- Take a second look.

That's all I'm asking.

Great.

Give us the room, please.

- [indistinct chatter]

- ♪

- It's an email from 20 years
ago, for crying out loud.

- Dad, you copped to escalating
a drug epidemic

for higher profit margins.
- [phone buzzing]

- What now?

Uh, great.

Now Wall Street has
their panties in a bunch.

You two hold down the fort,
while I go calm down The Money.

- ♪

- I was just on a call
trying to appease the FDA.

They're considering a joint
inquiry with the CDC and DOJ

into Purifoy's deceptive
marketing practices.

- This just keeps getting
better and better.

- Are there any more dirty
Purifoy secrets out there

waiting to bite us in the ass?

- My grandfather,
Gavin Purifoy,

didn't build this company into
a multibillion dollar

drug manufacturer by being,
well...

a Boy Scout.

- Yeah.

- Let's just say, Dad is
cut from the same cloth.

- I appreciate your honesty.

- How did an email my dad sent
two decades ago

make its way
to the news this week?

- Must have been
leaked from discovery.

- I'm no lawyer, but I thought
material obtained by discovery

couldn't be disclosed
to the media.

- If there's a non-disclosure
agreement in place,

which, in our case, there is.

- I am so over
Stephanie's bullshit!

- If you go charging over
to Stephanie's law firm

as angry as you are,

you'll play
right into her hands.

Imagine the headlines:

"Deranged Purifoy Heiress
Assaults Atlanta's First Lady."

- I might get a medal.

- Yeah, well, we need all
hands on deck right now.

I'll handle Stephanie.

- You'd better.

- ♪

- [phone vibrating]

- Yeah?

- [knocking at door]
- [chuckles]

BuzzFeed,
Huffington Post, CNN,

they are all reaming Purifoy
over Hunter's email.

We are finally going to put
their asses out of business.

You leaked it, didn't you?

- Of course not.

I would never risk my career

or the reputation
of the firm that way.

- Good answer.

What were you and your mother
discussing

behind closed doors earlier?

Is everything okay at home?

- If I didn't know better,
I would think you cared.

- Of course, I care.

If Evan's done anything
to upset you--

- Oh, it's nothing.

I'm just feeling a littlemelancholy over Senior's passing

and Carly going to London.

- Listen, Stephanie, I
know I can be hard on you.

But that's only because...

I see what you're capable of.

You want to rule the world.

Well, that's gonna be
one tough proposition.

You're black.

You're a woman.

You're the parent
of a gay daughter--

- That later didn't
stop Dick Cheney.

- I am tough on you,
because...

the world is gonna
always be tougher.

- ♪

- Where are you off to?

- I've gotta get
the English Rose investors

back to the table.

And then there's that little
matter of an airport concession

that you and Evan promised Greg.

- It's not a good time
to press the issue, Daddy.

Evan is still
grieving,

and the U.S. Attorney's Office
is all over him and Greg.

- Greg talked that
concession up to his father.

And Novak wants it, which
means I've gotta deliver.

As for the U.S. Attorney, this
ain't my first time tangling

with the Federal Government.

Your little friend Amara--
she may have you shook,

but she doesn't scare me.

- Make no mistake.

Amara doesn't scare me.

No one does.

- Now you're sounding
like a Carlisle again.

[chuckles]

- ♪

- [knocking at door]

- Look, I know we
shouldn't be talking,

because of the HR situation.

But it's my first day back,and...I wanted to clear the air.

Karen took me off
the City Hall case.

I'm sticking with Narco.

And I promise to steer
clear of you and Titus.

I don't want any more
trouble between us.

- Come in, Damian.

- You sure?

Something important?

- Herschel Cooper's
suicide note.

- Shit.

Too bad he didn't come clean
when we first approached him.

- Maybe.

Look...

I owe you an apology.

- ♪

- I've been acting like you

single-handedly
destroyed my marriage,

when I was a willing
participant in our affair.

- Don't...

call it that.

Affair--it sounds so dirty.

It was never like that for me.

- You were more than some
cheap thrill for me, too.

I tried for a long time

to deny my feelings,

but Titus knew.

And it made him
crazy with jealousy.

- Did he hurt you?

Amara...talk to me.

- There was one time,

shortly after
we moved to Atlanta.

He held me down on the bed and
forced me to say your name.

And when I said it...

he locked me in the closet
for hours...

to teach me a lesson.

I wanted to leave him
after that,

but I was too afraid.

And recently, I found out
that he put cameras

in the house just to spy on me.

- That son of a bitch.

- He wasn't always like this.

I did this to him.

To all of us.

- Amara, you deserve to be
with a man that loves you

unconditionally.

Not some holier-than-thou
piece of shit

who puts you on a pedestal
and then punishes you

for not being able
to maintain your balance.

- AMARA: You should go.

This is how we got in trouble inthe first place.

- You're not alone
in this, Amara.

- ♪

- I'm here for you.

- ♪

- Do you think you could
do something like this?

- I could, but I'm
not a knock-off artist.

I'm a designer.

- Everything okay?

- Just have a lot on my mind.

- Well, hopefully,
it's a bold, new collection

of Bella Tru originals.

I put in a call to
our web developers.

Want a sneak peek?

Check it out.

- It looks great.

- [chuckles] Okay, well,

I expected a little more
excitement there.

You know, Bella, I'm eager to
pick up where we left off,

both with theCorazon/Bella Tru partnership...

and with us.

What's going on?

- Now you wanna talk?

I figured if bailing
in the middle of the night,

then texting
was more your style.

- I told you I had
to go to Brazil.

My mother needed me.

Are you gonna tell me what's
really bothering you,

or do I have to guess?

- I should've listened
to my first instinct

and kept things
strictly professional.

Going to bed with you
was a mistake.

- Wow.

Talk about a complete 180.

I thought we had
a beautiful time together.

- I'm sorry, Ignacio, but
recent events in my life

have reminded me
of what's important.

I need to be solely focused
on my family and my company.

- Well, I'm not the kind of man
who walks away from someone

I care about without a fight.

And I care about you...

Bella Trujillo.

- ♪

- I'll be in touch.

- ♪

- [sighs]

- [door opens]

- ♪

- [phone ringing]

- Yeah, it's me.

No, no, no, she's, um--she's
upset about something,

but I smoothed it over.

Proceed as planned.

This partnership has to
start paying off...and fast.

- ♪

- You won't get away with this.

- I didn't leak
the email, Titus.

- I filed a complaint
with the bar association.

You will be disbarred for this.

- For what exactly?

Relishing
in your employer's idiocy?

Answer me this, Titus.

How can you still cash Hunter'spayroll checks after he admitted

to targeting poor black people
in that email?

- Are we really gonna play
who's the bigger sellout?

I cash Hunter's checks, the
same way you clock all those

billable hours from Greg Peters

while he guts
your family's neighborhood.

- Buckhead is
my family's neighborhood.

Sorry, Titus, but you'll just
have to find another scapegoat.

- You always manage
to stay two steps ahead.

How is that, Stephanie?

- It's simple.

I'm better than you are.

Now, if that's all--

- I'm thinking about
divorcing Amara.

- Really?

- Thought you might
be happy to hear that.

- Oh, darling, I am.

You--you have no idea

how long I've waited for this.

- Have you now?

- STEPHANIE: Oh yes.

I've dreamed of the moment

you ended up alone and miserable

like you so richly deserve.

[laughs]

What did you expect?

For me to run into your arms,
gushing over how you finally

come to your senses?

- Considering
how hard you worked

to get me back into bed, yeah.

- Oh, you silly,
misguided fool.

Do you think any of
that was for your benefit?

If I did ever afford you
the opportunity

of sleeping with me again,

it would have been forone reason and one reason only--

to stick it to Amara.

- You're sick.

I feel sorry for you.

- Eh.

Put in a Hallmark card.

Or better yet, go home
to your insipid little wife.

- ♪

- ♪

- All these people came
to give honor to my daddy.

- That church was packed.

Standing room only.

What a nice Homegoing
for Uncle Senior.

I'll start on
the thank-you notes tomorrow.

You know, cuz, there's somethingI've been meaning

to talk to you about.

- What's on your mind?

- I was waiting until after
the funeral to tell you, but...

Uncle Senior and Aunt Thelma
borrowed money from my daddy

to open this restaurant.

- This is the first I've everheard about something like that.

- Daddy loaned Uncle Senior
$50,000 that was never repaid.

- Girl, $50,000--child,

you done got hold of some
real good weed, okay? [laughs]

- Get ahold of this.

Notary sealed and certified.

- You know, fiddy grand
wasn't no small chunk of change

for black folks
back in the '70s.

[laughs]

But Daddy was
a good saver, though,

and he cashed in
some of his GM stock

from when he worked in Detroit.

I'd like to settle
this within the family...

if we can.

- What exactly you expect me
to do about this, huh?

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

cousin.

- ♪

- Oooh.

- You went through a wholelotta trouble coming around here

with this fake-ass bullshit.

Even if Daddy did borrow
that money from Uncle Jay,

how we know he ain't
paid it back, huh?

- Check Uncle Senior's
bank records

if you don't believe me.
- How much?

- With inflation,
$50,000 loan would be around

about 600 grand in 2019 money.

I will gladly settle for
$500,000

since y'all family.

- You got some damn nerve.

- $5,000?

Five--

Y'all think
I'm bullshitting.

- Now that you mention it, you
have always been full of shit.

- You messing with
the wrong Lancaster.

- Here I was thinking
that my favorite cousin

was sticking around here

to lighten my load
after the death of my father.

You came here looking to
scavenge off my Daddy's bones,

like the vulture you are.

Go on upstairs,
pack you funky bags

and get the hell
out of Thelma's Place.

- You think kicking me out
is gonna make this go away?

- You heard her.

Go.

- Fine.

- Now.

- Fine.

Fine.

- ♪

- But you Negros ain't
seen the last of me.

I can promise you that.

- ♪

- So let's get
that Second Motion

for Summary Judgement
filed today. Thanks.

- WOMAN: Okay. Yes, sir.

- [indistinct chatter]

- [sighs]

- You look exhausted.

- I've been fielding calls
around the clock.

Every news outlet wants to
snag an interview with Dad.

- And give Hunter a soapbox?

Yeah, I don't think so.

- Tell me something
I don't know.

- I have to admit,
this is a welcome change.

You usually defend
your father at all costs.

- Don't misconstrue
disappointment for disloyalty.

I'll always have my dad's back.

I mean, even when he does make
a colossal mess of things.

What I don't get is
why you're still here.

My father admitted
to targeting distressed

black communities in that email.

Doesn't that piss you off?

- [sighs]

I think about quitting
at least five times a day.

- Then why don't you?

- Because despite everything--
your father included--

I know this company
does a lot of good

and has the potential
to do even more.

Just look at the orphan drugs
we produce

for rare genetic diseases,

many of which affectblack people disproportionately.

- [phone buzzes]

- Amara?

- TITUS: How'd you guess?

- ♪

- Make sure to
cherish her, Titus.

I had someone special...until
I royally effed it up.

- ♪

- Stephanie, I want
to thank you and Evan

for having us over
for dinner tonight.

Given the recent tragedy,
I thought it most important

that we come together
and break bread as a family.

- You're quite welcome, Mother.

- Did Carly make it safely
to London?

- She left right
after the funeral.

I found her the most charming
flat in Notting Hill.

- Oh, well, we'll have
to visit often.

We always enjoy London.

- Yeah, well, I'm just glad
that there's an ocean between

my granddaughter and that
filthy, Purifoy tart

who was taking advantage of her.

- Senior's funeral
was lovely, Evan.

- Until those typical
ghetto shenanigans started.

Who was the woman
in that ridiculous hat

who threw herself
onto the casket?

- STEPHANIE:
Evan...you promised.

That was Senior's fiancée,
Luelene Patterson.

She's a very sweet lady, Daddy.

- [hums] Aren't you glad
I rescued you from all that

riff-raff in The Banks?

- I'd just as soon not talkabout my father with you people.

In fact, I've lost my appetite
altogether.

- Oh, don't be ridiculous.

My family has never wished
any ill will toward yours.

- Your law firm's top client
certainly did.

- STEPHEN: Senior
was gunned down in one

of the worst neighborhoods
in Atlanta.

Greg Peters didn't kill the man.

Poverty and crime did.

And while we're on
the subject of Peters,

there's a little matter
of an airport concession

that needs to be dealt with.

- You must be insane if you
think I'm still handing over

that airport concession
to that piece of shit.

- A deal is a deal, Evan.

And as I understand it,
my daughter helped you lure

BetaNu to Atlanta in exchange
for that space.

- Your daughter neglected
to mention she put BetaNu

in jeopardy
with her Imelda Marcos antics.

I had to take things
into my own hands.

- My antics put us in jeopardy?

- You all know how
I absolutely despise

discussing business over dinner.

- Ah, yes,
Irene Perkins Carlisle,

just brimming over with
social graces and thuggery

all in the same couture suit.

- Don't you dare speak
to my mother that way.

- I want that concession, Evan.

- Never gonna happen, old man.
- [doorbell rings]

- And if you mention
Greg Peters at my table

one more time,
I'm gonna forget

you're the only grandfather
my children have left.

- CONSTANCE: Good evening,
Miss Lancaster.

They're in the dining room.

- Uh, there you are, Rondell!

I see you've changed your mind
about joining us

for a family dinner
this evening.

- An Addams Family dinner is
more like it.

Can I talk to you?

- You just saved me from
throttling my father-in-law.

- Mm, well, at least that'd be
one less Carlisle to deal with.

- [sighs]

- You got the notification
about the reading of the will?

- Well, I skimmed it.

Eleven AM in the Carlisle
Perkins conference room.

I'll be there.

- Bro, I ain't talkin'
about the time and place.

You didn't see that we're gonna
have two additional guests?

- Who?

- Darcia and her lawyer
have been invited.

- EVAN: Ah, shit.

- ♪

♪ No

♪ Yeah

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh

♪ Baby, every time I come over,
you look at me like crazy ♪

♪ And I'm looking at you
full of amazement ♪

♪ All on your body, like it now,babe, my hands on you like ♪

♪ Ooh, baby, you do want it

♪ Quit playing girl
and come jump on it ♪

♪ I'm in the bed and I'm, girl

♪ Da-da-da-da-da

- [tense music plays]

♪

- [yelling]

[heavy breathing]

- ♪

- SYDNEY: Hello, Mayor.
- EVAN: Sydney.

I see Becker, Fielding, Wyman
and Associates has resorted

to trolling back-alley
gambling halls for clients.

- My client has been on
the receiving end of sophomoric

insults like this since she
first approached her cousins

about the loan her father
so generously awarded

the late Evan Lancaster, Senior.

I won't tolerate
any more harassment.

- I said what I said.

- Marty, let's just
get this over with.

Don't bother with formalities.
- Very well.

"To my children,
Evan and Rondell,

"it was always my intention to
repay the loan my brother, Jay,

"gave me to open Thelma's Place.

"But what I haven't been
able to do in life,

"I hope to make right in death.

"To my brother's daughter
and heir, Darcia Lancaster,

"I thus bequeath a stake in
Thelma's Place equivalent

"to the $50,000
with compounded interest

"from the original date
of my brother's loan.

"The remaining shares
in Thelma's Place will be

"divided equally
among my own children--

Evan Lancaster, Junior
and Rondell Pauline Lancaster."

- Mm-mm.

- This is complete--
- There is no way in hell

our father's last request
was to turn over Thelma's Place

to this con artist.

- I took the liberty of having
Thelma's Place appraised.

- I just bet you did.

- And by my calculation,
my client, Darcia Lancaster,

is now the rightful owner of
two-thirds of the business.

- Yes!

- Oh, and the land it sits on.

- Ooh.

I always did want to
be an entrepreneur.

[laughs]

- RONDELL: I cannot
believe this madness.

- [phone dings]

- Mom, it's pretty bad now.

Titus isn't coming home.

He's just so...

angry and
possessive all the time.

No, Mom, it's not Titus' fault Ihave feelings for someone else,

and I can't get over them.

I have to run to a meeting.

I'll call you back.

I love you, too.

Bye.

- ♪

- [knocking at door]
- [sighs]

- ♪

- Stephanie, what
brings you back?

- I was at a meet-and-greet
right down the road.

A First Lady's work
is never done.

Since I was close by,

I figured I would pop in

to discuss a suggested amendmentto your contract with Corazon.

- Thanks.

- Take your time.

Look it over.

Jot down any questions,
and I will put it

into layman's terms
later in the week.

Do you think I could trouble
you for something to drink?

- Oh, sorry.
I should have offered.

I have water, tea, wine.

- Oooh, I would
love an herbal tea.

- Be right back.

- ♪

- Oh.

- Would you like some cookies
or cake to go with it?

- Oh no, dear,
I don't do carbs.

Besides, I'm suddenly
feeling quite satisfied.

- ♪

- [chuckles]

- TV REPORTER: We saw rain
and thunderstorms on Tuesday,

and more is expected
tomorrow starting--

- ♪

- TV REPORTER: --that will
stick around over north Georgia

for the next couple of days--
- [phone dings]

- TV REPORTER: --means higherchanges of rain for those areas.

And the storms
will be slow movers,

dumping heavy rain and
embedded frequent lightning.

The good news is, temperatures
will cool off a bit

as a result of this--

- [TV shuts off]
- [sighs]

- ♪

- [shower running]

- ♪

♪

♪

- It's over, Damian.

- FBI, don't move!
- [grunts]

It's not what you think.

She wants me here!

Amara, tell them!

- What I want
is to see you locked up

for the rest of your life!

- ♪

- [indistinct radio chatter]

- Mwah!

- [yelling]

Let him go! Let him go!

- DAMIAN: [laughing]

- [indistinct radio chatter]

- You were right, honey.

He came right for me
in the shower.

- Watching him, I thought
I was gonna lose it.

- Honey, look at me.

It's over.

It's over.

- ♪

- I'm screwed.

Evan's guys are onto me.

They know Eddie
wasn't working alone,

and they're gonna
figure it out.

I'm going to get
caught and go to jail.

Or worse, they're gonna kill me
like they killed Eddie.

- Is it my fault you
can't follow instructions?

- ♪

- TITUS:
On the next "Ambitions..."

- I need to know if the man who
shaves with that razor

sired the little bastard
who wears that cap.

- PERLA:
They didn't have to kill him.

I'm gonna make her and Evan pay.

- My God, woman, are your
brain cells even functional?

- You're gonna be
a very old man by the time

you get out of federal prison.

- Recognize your nurse?
She's Greg Peters' cousin.

- Why would you be scared ofa harmless real estate developer

like Greg Peters?

- You don't have any idea
what kind of fire

I can rain down on your life.

- ♪

- ♪

- ♪

- [ding]