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- [gunshot]

- TITUS: Previously, on "Ambitions"--

- There's blood on your hands.

- ALL: [gasp]

- I'm done talking to you about this.

I demand to speak directly to Valentina.

- My team discovered she has dementia.

- I know it was you.

- What if I give you another option.

- I'll give you everyone, including Greg Peters

and Mayor Lancaster.

- Well, I was hoping that you would make the charges

all just go away.

- I want him released.

- Do not make the mistake of thinking you can take on

Natasha Petrovic.

- I'm not the one whose safety

you need to be worried about.

- ♪

- STEPHEN: Good job on this rebranding strategy

for Greg Peters Construction.

Even Novak was impressed.

- While you were chatting with Novak Petrovic,

did you discuss his murderous niece?

- Didn't even come up. Why?

- You promised you'd take care of this.

Natasha has to pay for killing Senior.

- Not to worry, baby girl.

Your father-in-law's killer is about to go down.

I made sure of it.

- ♪

- How long is it gonna take to challenge Daddy's will?

- My attorneys are working on it.

- Well, they need to work faster.

Darcia is running off all my customers.

- The lawyers are prepared to file a caveat

on behalf of the probate court.

- Boy, speak English.

- [sighs] There are a few different avenues

we can explore in contesting Pop's will.

We can allege undue influence, fraud, forgery,

or we can claim he made changes to the will

with a diminished mental capacity.

- Daddy was having those mini strokes,

what if it messed up his thinking?

- Not sure that's the right path, Rondell.

- We need to do whatever it takes to stop Darcia

and save Thelma's Place. - [knocking on door]

- Chief Hobson for you, Mayor Lancaster.

- Thank you, Chloe.

- Good morning, Mayor Lancaster.

- Chief.

- It's good to see you again, Ms. Lancaster.

- Oh. - Your father's funeral

was a beautiful tribute.

- Oh, I appreciate that, thank you,

and I'm sure you two have

important cops and robbers business to attend to,

so I'll just get out of y'all's way.

- Actually, I'm glad both of you are here,

I wanted to personally tell you that we've made an arrest

in the murder of your father.

- ♪

♪

♪♪

- A career criminal named Cairo Winston

confessed to your father's murder.

- RONDELL: Wait, I know him.

This is Calpurnia's son, they just live a few blocks

away from the restaurant.

- He looked vaguely familiar.

Wore a starter jacket all the time back in the day?

- I just can't believe somebody from the neighborhood

killed Daddy, I just-- I was certain it was Peters.

- No, I'm still certain, but he has to be connected to him.

- Not in any way we've been able to prove.

In addition to confessing, Cairo had Senior's wallet

on his person.

- What about the engagement ring?

- That too.

As far as Atlanta PD is concerned,

we have everything we need to close this case.

- This case is not closed until I say so.

I wanna talk to Cairo.

- I doubt the DA would approve.

- If this punk killed my father, it was on Peters' order.

You can't see past protocol to get me a face-to-face

with Cairo, I'm sure there's a deputy chief

hungry to move up the ranks who can.

- I'll get right to it, Mayor Lancaster.

- [sighs] It's gonna be alright.

It's gonna be alright.

- AMARA: Careful, honey, it's hot.

- TITUS: Mm. - There you go,

breakfast of champions.

- Mm, thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Gonna need sustenance today.

First stop, board of directors meeting.

- Ugh. I imagine no one with stake in Purifoy

is happy about that leaked email.

- Yeah, and Hunter's not gonna be happy

to have to answer for it.

The guy thinks he can say or write

whatever pops into his mind. - AMARA: Hmm.

- Anyway, what's on your agenda?

- Actually, I need to tell you something.

I took an off-duty FBI agentto see Damian in his hotel room.

- [sighs]

And what possessed you to do that?

- I wanted him to admit that he's been working

with Stephanie to destroy our marriage.

- Amara, the guy's a lying sack of shit.

I can't believe you put yourself within 50 feet

of that psychopath, even with backup.

- I needed answers, Titus.

I mean, Stephanie went to great lengths to wreck us.

Now, I knew it was a long shot, but I just had to see

if Damian would come clean.

- Sweetheart, for the last time,let the FBI handle that nutcase.

As for Stephanie, I have a feeling

when you bring down her crooked-ass husband,

she'll fall right behind him.

- You're right.

Based on recent events, I'm beginning to believe

she's...as corrupt as Evan is, maybe more.

And once Daphne goes on record with everything she knows...

I could end up sending both Lancasters to prison.

- That'd be nice. - [smooch]

- Hey, girl. I brought breakfast.

Real sweet bread, iced coffees, ugh.

There's this really cute place, oh, my God, over on--

What's wrong with you?

- Why did you tell Evan about me and Ignacio?

- It just slipped out. What's the big deal?

- The big deal is you blabbing my personal business to my ex.

You know how complicated our relationship is.

We were just starting to be civil with each other

for Joaquin's sake.

Now that's over, thanks to you and your big mouth.

- I thought Evan should know you have options,

and you weren't just sitting around pining for him.

I was trying to help you out.

- First, you said it just slipped out,

now you're saying you told him for my benefit.

Which one is it, hmm?

Look, I appreciate youmoving in to help me and Joaquin

adjust after the kidnapping,

but it's time to go back to your own place.

- But Bella, I-- - BELLA: You know what?

I have some errands to run.

I want you gone by the time I get back.

- [scoffs]

- [door closes]

- I just spoke with Evan. It isn't gonna work, Daddy.

- What are you yammering about now?

- Cairo Winston.

- Excuse us. - Mm-hmm.

- STEPHEN: [sighs] - You got some hoodlum

from the Banks to confess to Senior's murder?!

- I told you I would handle it, and I did.

- It solves nothing! - Au contraire.

This solves a lot of problems for Cairo.

The man has stage four cancer, he's not long for this world.

So all I had to do was offer to financially support

his various baby mamas and their children--

courtesy of Novak-- and Cairo was more than happy

to take the fall.

- There's no way that Evan's gonna buy this.

- I don't give a damn what Evan believes.

Cairo confessing means that Greg is in the clear.

Take a lesson, daughter.

This is how a Carlisle takes care of business.

- While Natasha Petrovic gets away

with slaughtering my father-in-law?

It looks like I'm gonna have to get justice on my own.

- Stephanie. - What?!

- [chuckles]

You see, this is the very reason that I did not want you

anyway near Greg or his family.

You're much too emotional to deal with people like this.

You come marching in here telling me that you want

a lethal assassin handled

as if you're asking me for a birthday pony.

As if neutralizing Natasha will somehow assuage your guilt

over the role you played in that man's death.

- My guilt?! I did everything in my power

to protect Senior and Rondell.

- And Evan's father still ended up dead in an alley

behind that restaurant they refuse to part with.

I know this is not the way you wanted this to go.

But no one ever climbed to the top

without getting a little blood on their hands.

- And no one ever stayed on top

by letting her enemies go unpunished.

- [laughs]

Titus, my man. How's it hanging?

My brother.

- It's...hanging just fine, Hunter. Thanks.

- [laughs]

- What did you need to discuss?

- Can you believe these candy asses

wanna tuck their tails between their legs and settle?

[laughs]

It's a good thing you and I are on the same page.

- It's complicated, Hunter.

We need to weigh both sides of this

so an informed decision can be reached.

- So weigh 'em, just make sure the scale tips in our favor.

Purifoy isn't breaking the bank for those call-out vultures.

Never again. You hear me?

- [indistinct chatter] - Thank you.

- And so it begins. Hey.

- WOMAN: Good morning. - HUNTER: Good morning, ma'am.

Good to see you. - Good to see you.

- Nice to see you. - Good morning.

- See you got data back. Impressive stuff, isn't it?

And don't forget,I brought you into Team Purifoy,

and I can just as easily take you out.

- We appreciate you meeting us here today, Titus.

- Of course, anything I can do to help.

- The board is concerned by the leak of Hunter's...

troubling email.

It's not only jeopardized our chances in this lawsuit,

but opened up our business practices to ridicule

and intense scrutiny--

- Look, we have them in hotter water than this.

I mean, this is all gonna blow over--

- That type of thinking is negatively affecting

our bottom line.

We need to hear from our general counsel.

Now, keep in mind,

the future solvency of this company could very well

lie in the answer you give us today.

So...what do you say, Titus?

- ♪

♪

- I have to agree with Hunter.

- ♪

- This whole thing will eventually blow over.

However, by then,

Purifoy Pharmaceuticals' reputation

as a viable drug manufacturer would be irreparably damaged.

Therefore, it is in my opinion as your general counsel

that we settle the class-action lawsuit immediately.

- ♪

- [indistinct chatter]

- We are all in agreement.

- Of all the disloyal, traitorous, backstabbing...

bullshit! - What the hell, Hunter?

The board asked my opinion.

- I gave you an order! - Sounded more like a threat.

- Need I remind you just who you work for?

- Settling now allows your company the chance

to survive and fight another day.

- And lets the world know we're vulnerable.

Just how many more frivolous lawsuits are gonna come out

of the woodwork now? Hmm?

If it was up to me, I'd fire your ass on the spot.

You're lucky you have the board's support,

but once we're through this crisis,

you're done here.

- I don't have time for this.

I need to schedule the meeting with Carlisle Perkins

so that we can get this settlement resolved,

as the board instructed.

- As if I'd trust a turncoat like you with my checkbook.

I'm going with you.

Tell Stephen Carlisle to reserve an extra seat.

We're gonna have ourselves a...little reunion.

- ♪

- [door closes]

- Well, you look nice.

Aren't you gonna invite me in?

- I'm late for a networking mixer.

- Alright, I'll make it quick.

So look, I've had time to think about this whole...

airport concession proposal.

- And? - And I'm ready to consider

a more thorough pitch.

How soon can you have one ready?

- You are so full of shit.

- Excuse me? - I know, Ignacio...

everything.

About your mother having dementia,

about your brother Martin being in control of Corazon.

You've been lying to me since day one.

- Yes.

When Mother took ill,

the board voted Martin in as interim chairman and CEO

because...he's the oldest DeSantos offspring.

- That can't be the only reason.

- Might also have something to do with him being a liar,

a cheat, power-hungry schemer, master manipulator.

- From where I'm standing, that describes you.

- Look, my brother and I have always talked about

taking Corazon to even greater heights

once we inherited control of the business.

- I'll bite. What changed?

- Martin did.

Look, once Mother began to fade,

he went behind my back to the company directors

and rendered me powerless.

He wanted everything for himself.

- What does any of this have to do with me and my company?

- Everything!

Look, Martin is like my mother from a creative standpoint.

But Mother always had my head in the books,

so since grad school, I pretty much worked my way up

the logistics and distribution side of the business, but...

look...

you were supposed to be my secret weapon.

A bold, energetic young designerwho could supply

Corazon Textiles with in-house designs.

Bella, you could be the future of Corazon.

- [scoffs]

Martin agrees.

- You spoke to my brother? - At length.

He fully supports me pursuing the airport concession

and growing my inventory.

In fact, Martin is very excited about

the Bella Tru-Corazon Textiles partnership.

- You're making a mistake.- Yeah, well, it's mine to make.

It's time for you to go.

- No, look, hey, Bella. Believe me.

You cannot trust my brother.

- If only someone had given me that warning about you.

Goodbye, Ignacio.

- ♪

- [door opens]

[door closes]

- [knocking on door] - CHLOE: Uh, Mayor Lancaster,

your father-in-law-- - Excuse me.

Mr. Mayor.

[sighs]

You know, I heard that they found the animal

that murdered your father.

I know nothing can make up for your loss, Evan,

but the apprehension of this culprit

must bring you some small degree of satisfaction.

- It would if I believed Cairo Winston actually

killed my father.

- Didn't he confess? - EVAN: He did.

Said he saw my father walking out of Thelma's Place,

thought he had some money on him.

They exchanged words, and then Cairo gunned him down

and took whatever Pops had on him.

It all ties up rather neatly. Doesn't it?

- Well, sometimes these things are cut and dry.

I'm just glad the case has been solved.

- Are you? - STEPHEN: Of course I am.

I mean, I didn't know Senior very well,

but your father was very important to Stephanie,

and Irene and I shared grandchildren with the man,

he was family. - Save it.

Stephen, we both know the only reason Cairo confessed

is 'cause you put him up to it.

- You know, you have thrown your fair share

of ludicrous accusations my way,but this...is beyond the pail.

- What's ludicrous is how far the Carlisles will go

to protect Greg Peters.

- Need I remind you that you were the one

who wanted to "make Atlanta great again"?

And Greg Peters Construction

helped you to realize that vision.

- I don't deny doing business with Peters

was once mutually advantageous, but the second he zeroed in

on the Banks and my family's restaurant, I was done.

I won't stand idly by and watch you help

the man who killed my father go free.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Cairo Winston killed your father.

As for Greg Peters,

you need to stop letting grief cloud your good judgment.

It's in all of our best interests that you make sure

that that man gets that damn airport concession.

Then perhaps life around here

can go back to some semblance of normalcy.

Come on, Evan.

Be smart about this.

- Gentlemen, please show my father-in-law out.

- You're gonna regret this, son.

- I'm not your son. I had a father.

You'll never be half the man he was.

- Don't touch me.

- ♪

♪

- [sighs]

- [opera music playing]

♪

♪

- [sighs]

- [opera music stops]

- Do you have to play that shit so damn loud?

- I'm surprised at you, Gregor.

Don't you recognize Dmitri Hvorostovsky's rendition

of "Per me giunto"?

It's from Verdi's "Don Carlos."

Remember?

Uncle Novak took us to see it at the national theater

in Belgrade when we were just teens.

Oh, but you were much too busy

trying to stick your hands up my skirt

to acquire any real culture.

Gregor-- - You can't just turn my place

into some European brothel, Nat.

- Join us. - GREG: He's not my type.

Time for you to return to Serbia.

- Why? I'm starting to like it here.

- Because you killed the wrong family's patriarch.

- Who said I killed anyone?

Is your whore still crying over her slain svekar?

Maybe I should pay her a condolence call. Ah?

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Your father put me in charge of this territory,

the sooner you make peace with his decision,

the better it'll be for all of us.

Oh. [chuckles] And for your information,

someone has already confessedto murdering the mayor's father.

- What? Why wasn't I informed of this?

- Oh, Gregor, are you feeling left out?

I promise, when I kill your precious Stephanie,

you'll be the first to know.

- [phone rings]

- NATASHA: Mmm. [moans]

- [knocking on door]

- No.

- What the hell are you doing? Let me in.

- Not a good time, Steph.

- I couldn't care less

which one of your whores you're entertaining.

I need answers.

Did you know that my father was setting up the wrong person

to take the fall for Senior's murder?

- Could've had this conversation on the phone.

- Natasha's here-- - You need to leave.

- She doesn't scare me. - That kind of talking

is gonna get you killed. - I know it was her.

So either you deal with her or I will.

The clock's ticking, Greg. I'm serious.

- I don't know which one of you is crazier.

- [recorder beeps] - AMARA: Begin.

- I instructed the builders of Park Davis Apartments

and Arkadie Construction Group to make checks payable

to various charity and church accounts.

Mayor Lancaster ordered me to set them up.

- Like the one Herschel used to launder his money.

- Correct. Chattahoochee River Charities.

- What was Mayor Lancaster's role?

- He'd explained how to set up a dummy charity corp

so Herschel Cooper could be rewarded

for approving the Mayor's pet projects.

- So he was directly involved?

- He's too smart for that.

I delivered the checks to the charities.

That money would then be used by the charity

to pay for overhead and operational costs.

- But really the money was going into Herschel's pocket,

like these checks that we recovered?

- Exactly.

- [sighs]

I need a direct tie to Lancaster.

- I'll say whatever you need me to say.

- Where does Greg Peters fit in?

- He doesn't.

- [recorder beeps]

- You informed me that you could prove

that these checks to Herschel Cooper

came directly from Greg Peters Construction.

- I don't ever recall saying that,

I never knew who the checks came from.

- Peters got to you, didn't he?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

You said you wanna take down Mayor Lancaster,

and I swore to testify to help you do that.

I even told you about the sexual relationship

I had with him.

- AMARA: Didn't you see what happened to Herschel?

Do you wanna end up the same way?

I thought you wanted protection from Natasha Petrovic.

- I've answered all of your questions.

Told you everything I know.

I never said anything about Peters.

- Federal protection is off the table.

Seems like you don't need it

now that Greg Peters is looking out for you.

I'm gonna give you a little bit more time as a free woman

to think about who you really wanna trust.

Don't leave Atlanta.

- [door opens]

[door closes]

- [sighs]

- ♪

♪

- [sighs]

- [phone rings]

- Did you do as I instructed? - I implicated the Mayor

and left you and your company out of it.

Evan is the only one in real trouble.

- Good girl.

- Now, will you call off your cousin?

- Thanks for the update, Daphne.

- [shaky breathing]

- Hey, babe. - Hey, baby.

- Hmm.

Damn glad this day is over.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

Sounds like we had the same kind of day.

- AMARA: I was sure Daphnewas gonna sing like Anita Baker.

[sighs]

- She didn't? - More like Anita Faker.

- [chuckles] - She implicated Evan,

but not a word about Greg Peters.

- That's still good, right? I thought Evan was your target.

- He is. But if Peters got to Daphne,

then her testimony is tainted,

and Evan's defense may be able to prove that.

Plus, Greg Peters is dangerous, Titus,

I don't like leaving him on the street.

- You'll get him. - Yeah, not fast enough.

Karen's scheduled a pressconference first thing tomorrow.

We are formally announcing the bribery probe

against the Mayor.

- But if you don't have enough to indict--

- Yeah, it'll blow up in our faces.

- Ah. - As much as I want Evan...

something seems off.

- Baby, you'll figure it out. You always do.

- Thank you.

What the hell is this? Turn it up.

- I've been informed that a member of my cabinet

is under the investigation of the US Attorney's Office

for allegedly accepting bribes from local developers

and contractors.

I am personally sickened by these allegations,

and have authorized a full-scaleinternal investigation.

Also, effective immediately, Daphne Manning,

the city of Atlanta's procurement officer,

has been relieved of all duties and responsibilities

until the DOJ inquiry is concluded.

Impropriety of any kind

will not be tolerated on my watch.

I ask that you continueto trust me to do what is right.

God bless you.

And God bless the city of Atlanta.

- I gotta call Karen. [exhales]

- [loud hip hop music playing]

♪

- What the?

- ♪

- [hums] Mm-mm.

- MAN: Just come here for a second.

- Get off of me, I already told you.

- Baby, come on-- - I don't wanna go in there.

- ♪

♪

♪

- WOMAN: I got it, girl!

- ♪

- ♪

- Heffer.

You better tell me what's going on,

and I mean right damn now.

- Welcome to Thelma's After Dark.

Where we can eat, drink, and smoke,

and make a couple of dollars if you're lucky.

Of course, we gotta give a little bit to the house.

- ♪

- [indistinct chatter]

- [gun cocks] - Party's over!

Move, now!

Now!

- [indistinct yelling]

- I mean now, move!

You too, DJ.

- [indistinct complaining]

- This is why I'm a betterbusinesswoman than you, Rondell.

You don't know how to give the people what they need.

Greens and cornbread ain't gon' bring no real money up in here.

- Why you doing this, Darcia?

Are you really so angry with Evan for not helping you

after Uncle Jay passed that you would turn my mama's restaurant

into some damn drug joint?!

- Your sell-out brother wasn't there for me

in my time of need.

You ain't lift a finger neither.

Now it's my turn to win.

- Evan offered you a payout,

why don't you just take the money

and go on back to Chicago? - It ain't enough.

- $500,000 wasn't enough?!

- I need at least a mill.

- You're bugging, Darcia.

- I bet Greg Peters will up his offer

to two mill if you ask.

And since I can't sell the whole restaurant

to the white boy without y'all's dumbasses in agreement,

a mill is what my bus ride back to Chicago's gonna cost.

Otherwise, I'm sticking around Thelma's Place

to run it as I see fit.

- ♪

- [bell dings]

- [knocking] - You ready?

- I came out of the womb ready.

- How long have they had to cool their heels?

- Team Purifoy has had about 20 minutes

to imagine how I'm going to decimate them.

- I will do the negotiating.

We're not settling for anything less

than 1.5 billion, understood?

- Completely. - Good. Shall we?

- Gentlemen.

- [door closes]

- Hope we haven't kept you waiting.

- Let's get on with this. - Yes, let's.

What's your offer?

- You'll be happy to hear that Purifoy has amended

its settlement amount upwards to 950 million.

- Wow. [laughs]

We will not accept not one penny less than--

- Five billion dollars.

[laughs]

- Five...billion dollars

would bankrupt Purifoy Pharmaceuticals.

- You know, after what Gavin Purifoy did to me,

that would suit me just fine.

- Maybe we should--- That's what this is all about.

It always has been. The countless lawsuits.

Slandering of my family's name in the media.

It's got nothing to do with the products we manufacture.

No, no, the only reason we are here

is because Stephen Carlisle is still butt-hurt over being

canned as Purifoy's first general counsel!

- Hunter. - Your daddy damn near

ruined my life...

and almost had me sent to prison.

- Maybe if you hadn't been an inside trader,

none of that would have transpired!

- You dare to stand here in my firm and accuse me

of something you damn well know I didn't do?!

The both of you set me up to take the fall

for your daddy's crimes!

- Gentlemen. - I lost everything...

courtesy of you and Gavin Purifoy--

my reputation, my license to practice.

But I got it all back.

Even though I had to start from scratch

as a lowly associate at the Samuel Perkins firm.

I worked my ass off.

Just to get in a position to come for you Purifoys.

- When does it all end, Carlisle?!

- When you have nothing left! - That's enough!

- Titus is right. That's enough.

- There is no way I am settling shit with this scum.

I'll fight to my death if I have to.

We are out of here, Titus.

- ♪

- Titus. - Hunter, we need to resolve

this today.

Your company can't afford to wait.

It's okay, I've got this. Go cool off.

- [door opens]

- You know-- - [door closes]

- --if you were smart, you'd quit working

for that pompous bigot.

- Daddy, why don't you leave this...to me?

- Maybe you're right, baby girl.I got what I came for.

- [door opens]

[door closes]

- There's a counter-offer on the table.

Five...billion dollars.

- I've been authorized by the Purifoy board

to make one offer-- our final offer.

- [laughs] $950 million?

Your racist boss is national news.

Good luck finding an unbiased jury.

- ♪

- I will see you in court.

- Two billion. - Three.

- $2.5 billion. It's truly our ceiling.

- [laughs] Nice doing business with you.

Aw. So much for sportsmanship.

I will take your offer to my clients,

which I am sure they will be happy to accept.

- [horn honking]

- ♪

- [indistinct chatter]

- Chief Hobson.

Can I get you something to drink? Coffee?

- I'm good, Ms. Lancaster.

- I hope you're here to tell me you've arrested

my father's real murderer.

- I'm sorry, but there's not a shred of evidence

indicating anyone other than Cairo Winston

was involved in your father's death.

I wanted to deliver

Mr. Lancaster's personal effects to you.

- Thank you for bringing his things in.

- Yeah.

- ♪

- I hope you're hungry, Gregor.

I'm making moussaka.

- I am starving.

But unfortunately, we'll have to postpone,

you're not staying for dinner.

- [laughs] You're still able to maintain your sense of humor

despite being stripped of all of your power.

- That's the thing about power, Natasha.

You take it away in the blink of an eye

and it can also be reclaimed.

- Oh. Is that right?

- That's right.

- What do you think you're doing?

- I had a long talk with my father.

I explained how, thanks to your sloppy work,

the Petrovic family is now being investigated

by local, state, and federal law enforcement agencies.

He agreed to turn control of the territory back over to me.

- I was sent here to clean up the mess that you

and that whore Stephanie Lancaster made!

- You're lucky I'm the onedealing with you instead of her.

- That black slut will be the end of you, cousin.

- You should be worried about your own endings

right about now.

My father was extremely angry at the heat

you brought down on the Petrovic name,

so angry, he wants to deal with you personally.

Take her away.

- ♪♪

- [horn honking]

- [knocking on door]

- [door closing] - You work too hard.

- What? You get lost on the way to my father's office?

- As if either of our fathers could tell me

who to spend time with.

- More stands between us than our respective daddy issues.

- Like?

- The fact that your homicidal kissing cousin

killed Senior Lancaster.

- Natasha's no longer a problem.

She's tied up in the belly of a fishing vessel

headed home.

Now, you can stop freezing me out.

- [chuckles] You think it'll be that easy

for you to get me back into bed?

Don't you see?

We can never be together again.

- Why not? - Because I'm married

to the Mayor of Atlanta.

And you're-- - A thug in a suit?

I know.

Ever consider divorcing Evan?

You don't need that tool's help to rule the world.

- Divorcing Evan has crossed my mind as of late.

- Ooh, I like the sound of that.

- Even if I did leave my husband...

uh, I could never be with you.

Face it, Greg, we are from two different worlds.

- Just...think...

about how good it feels when those worlds collide.

- Go.

- ♪

- Is that what you really want?

- [heavy breathing]

No.

It isn't.

[panting]

- ♪

- [moaning, panting]

[panting]

- [laughing] Gotcha.

- STEPHANIE: [moaning, panting]

- [knocking at door]

- Ugh.

What are you doing here?

- ALIX: Whatever I want.

[sighs]

- Wonder what your boss would think...

about you finding his son's kidnapper

and blackmailing her into sex

instead of going straight to him.

- Hm. The Mayor's too self-absorbed

to worry about Joaquin's kidnapping for much longer.

The way I see it...

I can have as much fun as I want,

until I get bored with you.

- Well, what if I wanna stop? - Oh.

You should've thought of that before you kidnapped

the Mayor's kid, now, shouldn't you? Hmm?

- [panting]

[sighs]

Alright.

Then get over here.

- That's more like it.

As long as you keep me happy, you stay free.

- Of course.

Oh. [moans]

- Now you're on point.

- You like it rough? - ALIX: Uh-huh.

- [grunts] - ALIX: Damn! [groans]

[gasping for air] [groaning]

- TITUS: Next time, on "Ambitions"--

- Hello, Amara. - [gasps]

- What's your problem?

- You and the lies you're constantly telling.

- Whatever, Bella, I'm out. - BELLA: Oh, my God.

Is that blood?

- TITUS: This company made a fortune from turning

a generation of poor black people into opioid addicts.

- Where'd you find 'em?

- Now she's trying to say I harassed Senior.

[voice message] This is Darcia, stop ignoring me, old man.

- Your father won't know what struck him.

- I'm taking over Carlisle Perkins, Daddy.

- I'll show the world just how crooked

all you Carlisles really are.

- [screams]

- ♪

- ♪

- ♪

- [ding]