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♪ Forever's starting
right now ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Even though winter
seems a little colder ♪

♪ Better's starting
right now ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I promise you all that
pushin', all that fightin' ♪

♪ All that runnin',
all that climbin' ♪

♪ It won't be, won't be,
won't be for nothin' ♪

♪ For nothin', nothin', yeah ♪

Hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey, give it to me.

Yeah, yeah.

- You ain't got
to do it yourself.

You ain't got
to do it yourself.

♪ ♪

♪ Y'all need somebody,
not just anybody ♪

♪ I know everybody
trying to get it ♪

♪ But they really got
to put the work in ♪

♪ You ain't got
to do it yourself ♪

♪ You ain't got
to do it yourself ♪

♪ You ain't got
to do it yourself ♪

♪ I don't expect
to be all in your bed ♪

♪ Or on your body if I don't
plan to be right there, girl ♪

♪ When you need somebody ♪

♪ I'ma put the work in ♪

♪ You ain't got
to do it yourself ♪

♪ You ain't got
to do it yourself ♪

♪ You ain't got
to do it yourself ♪

♪ We do shopping ♪

♪ We do Fendi, Gucci, Louis ♪

♪ You got your own paper,
but I'm still gon' do it ♪

♪ Stack your money, girl,
I don't want you to lose it ♪

♪ Put that money up,
I don't want you to use it ♪

♪ First,
I paid your credit off ♪

- Nice party.

- I figured throwing
the season opening party

would be a surefire way
to get your attention.

- I guess you were right
about that.

But now
that you have my attention,

what are you gonna do about it?

- ♪ Maybe I wasn't ♪

♪ Loving you better ♪
- Hey, hey.

- What?
- ♪ Loving you better ♪

- Hey, yo, man,
you're gonna have to leave.

This is a private party, man.

- Do it look like I give a shit
about this whack-ass party?

I came here
looking for my girl.

- Like I said,
this is a private party.

- Ooh!

- Oh!
- Damn!

- Damn it!
- Yo!

- Townies.

I should have known
they'd crash my shit.

- Tania!
- Yo, yo.

You know this clown?

- Yeah.

He's kind of my boyfriend.

- Shit.
- Tania!

- Yo, I'll be right back.

- Jesse, I wouldn't
start a fight.

He's a Golden Gloves champion.

- I don't give a shit
about that.

That dude crashed my party.

He gon' get the hell
off my property.

- Tania!

Get out here right now!

- Hey, yo, my man.

It's time to go
or else I'm calling the cops.

Call the cops?

I ain't going nowhere
without my girl.

Well, I'm sorry to say,

your girl ain't coming, man.

So I'm sure she'll give you
a call tomorrow,

maybe the next day,

or even next week.
- Tania, let's go.

Let's go.

Oh!

That's
what I'm talking about, baby.

Yes, sir.

- Oh, shit.
- Oh, my God.

- Oh, oh, oh!
- Shit.

- What was that?

- Hey, hey.
- Huh?

Hey, the cops is here.

We got to go.
We got to go.

We got to go.
- Let's go.

- You good?

You good?
You good?

- I'm good. I'm good.
- You all right?

- So who's in charge here?

- I am, Officer.

- You see these three stripes?

That means I'm a sergeant.

I've been getting complaints
about the noise.

- Oops.
Sorry, Sergeant.

You know, we were just having
a little something called fun,

but we'll turn it down
just for you guys.

How about that?

Cheers.

Mmm.

Good night, gentlemen.

- That is some bullshit.

- Right?

- I see something over there.

Let's go check this out.

- All right, y'all,
y'all ain't got to go,

but you got to get
the hell up out of here.

Okay?

Party's over.

- Got yourself a drink?

Let me see.

Smell like alcohol.

How old are you?
- 17.

- You know you're not
supposed to be drinking.

Who gave you this?

- Jesse.

- Get out of here.

Go home.

- Jesse Jess.
Cuff him.

- Yo, bro, what are you doing?

Man, back up off me.

- You're under arrest
for underage drinking,

contributing
to the delinquency of a minor.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

- Man, well, y'all must
not know who the hell I am.

- You that dude, huh?
- I am.

My family probably
owns your mortgage too.

- Really?
Give me some dap for that, man.

Oh, my bad.
The cuffs got your wrists.

I don't give a shit
who you are.

And I don't own a house.

I rent.

- Come on, let's go.
- Man. Come on, man.

Back up off me!

- Yo, you're doing
the most, man.

You ain't even got
to do all this.

- What the hell do you think
you're doing to my grandson?

- There.
- Mm.

- You talking
about this hooligan?

Yeah, he's under arrest
for underage drinking,

contributing
to the delinquency of a minor,

and resisting arrest.
- Grandma--

- Officer, let me
make something very clear.

You are going
to take those handcuffs off

of my grandson now,

or you won't have a job
in the morning.

The cuffs are staying
right where they are.

And if you don't move your
highfalutin ass out my way,

you're going to be
wearing a matching pair.

Have I made myself clear?

- So you're new around here,

because you don't
understand what you're doing

and the consequences
of your actions.

- Oh, I'm just doing my job,

and I'm not going
to warn you again.

Interfering with a police
officer is a serious offense.

Oh.

Martin.

- One second, all right?

You might want to take this.

- Is this a joke?

Am I supposed
to take that from you?

- Well, you know,
if I had to guess,

I'd say you'd want to
because it's your boss.

♪ ♪

Chief?

Yes, sir?

No, we were just--

Yes, sir.

I understand.

Chief Harrington wants
to speak to you.

- Well, hello, Chief.

Oh, no need to apologize.

Oh, yes,
I can see that he's new.

Yeah, well,
just don't let it happen again.

Oh, golf on Thursday?

Well, I would love to.

Hey, let's invite
Mayor Swartz.

Now, you know how much
I love taking his money.

All right.
Good night.

Let's go, man.

I guess I'll see you around.

- I didn't know
she was 17, Grandma.

♪ ♪

- This, son,
is the future.

A completely self-contained
electric flying vehicle.

- Dad, the concept
of a drone isn't new.

Half of Silicon Valley
is making them.

What's the big deal?

- The big deal
is not the drone.

The big deal is the battery,

and I've been negotiating
with its owner.

I love you--oh, hold on.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- Oh.

Don't you dare.
- No, no, no, hold on.

Hold on.
I'm expecting a call, baby.

- Oh, come on, baby.
- It's important.

I wouldn't do this
if it wasn't important.

- Oh, bitch.
- Shit, I gotta answer this.

I gotta answer this.
- Oh, all right.

- Anthony Johnson.

No, as we discussed earlier,

my company is not for sale,
nor my patents.

We're looking for a partnership
or licensing deal.

Well, actually,
that sounds quite interesting.

Oh, okay.

Why don't you have your folks
send the paperwork over,

and I'll have my lawyers
look at it?

No, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Victor.

Uh, me too,
looking for a very long

and fruitful relationship
as well, Victor.

Thank you.

Yes, we will.
Talk soon.

Thank you.

Okay.

Oh, wait till you hear what
that conversation was about,

but first,
let's get back to business.

- Uh, no.

I can't believe
you're gon' take a phone call

in the middle of sex, Anthony.

- But what if that phone call

was worth
half a billion dollars?

- You got the Sing contract!
- Sing.

Got it.
- Yes!

Oh, my God, baby,
that is such good news.

You know what?

I think that shop gon' have
some extended hours tonight.

- I like the sound of that.
- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, but you know what?
- Hmm?

- For half a billion dollars,
I'm the boss now.

- Ooh, that's right, baby.

- ♪ All that runnin',
all that climbin' ♪

♪ It won't be, won't be,
won't be for nothin' ♪

♪ I promise you all that
pushin', all that fightin' ♪

♪ All that runnin',
all that climbin' ♪

♪ It won't be, won't be,
won't be for nothin' ♪

♪ For nothin', nothin', yeah ♪

Hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey,
give it to me.

Hey, hey, hey,
give it to me.

Yeah, yeah.

Give it to me.
Hey.

- Morgan, I'm headed ashore.

If you get hungry,
there's food in the fridge.

Look, I know that you're pissed
that I had to leave,

but I don't have a choice,
okay?

You know how she gets.

- ♪ I promise you all that
pushin', all that fightin' ♪

♪ All that runnin',
all that climbin' ♪

♪ It won't be, won't be,
won't be for nothin' ♪

♪ I promise you all that
pushin', all that fightin' ♪

♪ All that runnin',
all that climbin' ♪

♪ It won't be, won't be,
won't be for nothin' ♪

♪ For nothin', nothin', yeah ♪

Hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey,
give it to me.

Hey, hey, hey,
give it to me.

Yeah, yeah.

Give it to me.

Hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey, hey, give it to me.

Yeah, yeah.

♪ ♪

- Good morning.

You look refreshed.

- Thank you.

I'm glad I took the yacht out
from the city.

Any repercussions from
the board meeting last night?

- None that I'm aware of,

but you might want
to talk to your mother.

There's been an incident.

- What kind of incident?

- The kind
that could prove embarrassing

at today's HOA meeting.

- Yeah, Malcolm.
Hold on.

♪ ♪

It's Malcolm, Mother.

- Yes, Malcolm?

- Good morning, Mother.

- What's so good about it?

Have you spoken
to your son yet?

- Oh, that was amazing.

I hope the kids didn't hear us.
- Mm.

Trust me, our kids
have no clue, all right?

They probably think
they were conceived

by immaculate conception.

We could be having
a demolition derby in here.

They'd have no idea.

- You are so right.

They are pretty oblivious

to what's going on around here,

except for what's
on their cell phone screens.

- Exactly.

- Oh.

- Oh, your sister.
- Mm-hmm.

Hello.

- Sydney, I need you
to Cash App me some money.

- For what? I just sent you
$1,000 last week.

- Well, listen,
I need another $1,000.

It's life or death.

I'll explain it to you
when I see you.

- What have you
got yourself into?

- You don't want to know.

Just can you
please send me the money?

- All right, I'll send it,
but this is the last time.

- I know.

Well, how much you say
these were again?

- These are actually on sale,
but for you, 500 apiece.

- 500 apiece?
Now that's a bargain.

I'll be having the red pair
and the black pair.

- Christian Louboutins.
Great choice.

They are to die for.

- I was literally just telling
my sister the same thing.

This is a life
or death situation.

Definitely to die for.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Reverend Chauncey.
- Hey, Rev.

- Hey, youngins.
- Hey, that's a nice fish.

- Oh, it's going
to be even nicer

with some hot grease,
cornbread, and grits.

- That sounds delicious.
- Oh, it is delicious.

- Well, I'm gonna
get this workout in.

- Okay.
- All right.

♪ ♪

- Yo, I can't believe this.

- Get in.

What the hell
were you thinking, Jesse?

You know how pissed off
your grandmother is right now?

- Look, I'm sorry,

but Grandma is taking this
way out of proportion.

She took the keys
to my Porsche.

- Are you kidding me right now?

You better be lucky she ain't
break a piece of your ass off,

like she used to do me.

What the hell
were you thinking?

Huh?
You know better than this.

You could've ended up
on the front page

of the "Hampton Express."

- It was a pool party.

That's it.

Everybody's making a big deal
out of nothing.

That's the problem.

You're not making
a big enough deal out of it.

You are a Britton, boy.

Start acting like one.

I don't care about
a little attitude.

- You act like
you never did this.

I hear about you
and Uncle Martin's pool parties

all the time.

- You damn right.

Our shit was legendary.

But I'll tell you
where you screwed up at.

You didn't let nobody know
what you were doing

so we can
cover your ass, Jesse.

And you had a 17-year-old girl
drinking at this party.

You see, that's the difference
between you and I.

I always cover my ass.

- So what was I supposed to do?

Come to you and say,
"Hey, Dad,

"we're about to have
a ton of people at the house,

so we're going to be drinking
and smoking weed"?

- Sounds about right.

If you didn't come to me,

you should have went
to your uncle.

You know
how he'd do anything for you.

- I get it.
- Do you?

Because I've been trying
to teach this lesson

for 21 years,
and here we are.

- No, seriously,
I get it.

- Okay.

Wait, are those my damn
Versace sunglasses you wearing?

What you grinning for?

Boy, I swear, man.

- I'm just saying, honey,
if I would have had a heads up,

I could have generated
more interest.

- The client wants it announced
at the HOA's meeting.

Now, I am giving you
this listing

not because you are my wife

but because you are the best
real estate agent I know.

However, I can give it
to someone else.

- You wouldn't dare.

- You've been married to me
a long time.

You know what I would
and wouldn't do.

- Yeah, I guess I do.

Jeffery, I don't know.
This could go bad.

You know how she gets when
she doesn't get what she wants.

- Well, stop worrying.

This is not my first time
at the rodeo.

Besides, as a lawyer, I have
an obligation to the client

as do you as its realtor.

Now, we are talking
a six-figure commission.

Do you want it or not?

- Of course I want it.

- Good.

Remember, you represent
the seller, not the buyer.

Your responsibility is to him,
not your family.

Just follow my lead.

- Okay, I just hope you're
not leading me off a cliff.

- Never.

- Lord,
this is a sacred place.

We're moving forward
with the vows of our ancestors.

Please bless us all
that we may push forward

so our babies
may continue to run free.

In thy name, amen.

all: Amen.

- All right.

- Welcome, everyone.

I motion that the Memorial Day
weekend meeting

for the Black Hamptons
Homeowners Association

be called to order.

- I second that motion.

- Thank you, Mr. Bowen.

And thank you, Carolyn,

for opening up your home
for the meeting.

The first order of assignment
is the payment,

or nonpayment rather,

of this year's
association fees.

We have a community
of nearly 100 homes,

and those residents
whose fees remain unpaid

will be posted
to the community website

and social media platform
as a friendly reminder.

- Please tell me
you paid our dues.

I do not want
to be on that website

like the Petersons and Browns
were last year.

Leslie
and her so-called beach circle

were talking about them
like a dog all summer.

- Don't worry.

Now, I haven't paid them yet,

but I'm about to.

All right?
- Okay.

- Now that we've taken care
of old business,

I'd like to address a topic

that we've been trying
to address for quite some time,

and that is the policing
of our community.

- Oh, Lord, I seen
the police lights last night.

Don't tell me
one of those white bastards

done shot one of our boys.

- No, Brenda, that is
what we're trying to prevent.

And I am happy to announce,

after lobbying city council
for someone more sympathetic

to our plight
to patrol our community,

they have finally listened.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to introduce to you

Sergeant Thomas Lane.

- Yes, I wasn't planning
on making any speeches,

but thank you.

- Sergeant Lane will be
our new community liaison

for the Sag Harbor
Police Department.

- Well, thank God.

Now, I don't have to worry
about my grandbaby being shot.

- Or being pulled over
for driving while Black.

I'm a 60-year-old doctor,
not a drug dealer.

So what?
I got a Ferrari.

- Well, thank you, Ms. Bowen.
- Yes.

- I am very happy to be here.

I'm also a proud member of the
Sag Harbor Police Department.

I'm not exactly quite sure
what you meant

by being sympathetic
to your plight,

but I am definitely qualified

considering my previous years
of law enforcement.

- What she meant is that
we requested a person of color

to patrol our community.

We thought that
it would be safer

not only for our sons

but for our fathers,
and our husbands,

and our nephews,
and our grandsons as well.

I hope we were right.

- I see.

Well, this would be a good time

to address the community
as a whole

and let you know
that I will treat

all non-law-abiding citizens
the same,

no matter the color of their
skin, sex, creed, culture.

I do not plan
on showing any bias.

I am more
than a Black police officer.

I am a sworn public servant,

hired to protect and serve.

- Well, as long
as you keep that gun holstered

and remember
that your salary is provided

by the good people
of this community

that you were hired
to protect and serve,

then I'm sure
we won't have any problems.

- With all due respect, ma'am,

my salary is paid
by the town of Sag Harbor,

not you directly.

- I know you would like
to think that,

but you might want
to call your boss about that

before you make
any more foolish statements

moving forward.

- Thank you, Carolyn,
for your clarity.

And thank you, Thomas Lane,
for stopping by.

We look forward
to working with you.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

The final item on the agenda
is that the vacant lot

on 22 Beach Lane has recently
become available for purchase.

My real estate office
will be handling the sale.

And as you know,
we like to keep the properties

within
the Black Hamptons family,

so if you know anyone
who is interested,

please let me know.

We can only keep it exclusive
and off the MLS for so long.

- That is Simpson's property.

- Yep, it sure is.

- Why would Les
put that on sale

without letting us know,
Mother?

- I don't know,
but I want that land.

Do you hear me?
both: Yes, Mother.

- Ahem, I would like some
information on the property.

My husband and I
are very interested.

- That property
actually belonged

to the Simpson family.

The Brittons and the Simpsons

had
a long withstanding agreement

that that property
would be sold to our family

at fair market value

should the Simpsons
decide to sell.

- Then why are we even
having this discussion?

Surely if that was the case,
the Simpsons would not even

have brought this opportunity
to the group.

- Young lady,
I don't give a damn

what opportunity you may
or may not think you had,

but that property over there

that's adjacent
to my home here, no.

The Simpsons and the Brittons
had a deal.

- It is also adjacent
to our property,

and we plan
on putting in a pool.

- What's the asking price?

- The estate
would like $5 million.

- Okay, well,
we'll give 5.5, cash.

both: We'll match that.

- Okay, then I guess
we'll up into 6 million.

- No.
No, I see where this is going.

And we are not going
to do this in public.

You do not sell that property
until you get my offer.

And, honey,
let me tell you one thing.

That property is mine,

and you are way out
of your league.

♪ ♪

- Okay, this meeting
is adjourned.

- Hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey, give it now.

Hey, hey,
give it to me.

Hey, hey, hey,
give it to me.

Yeah, yeah.

Give it to me.

Hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey, give it to me.

Hey, hey, hey, give it to me.
Yeah, yeah.

♪ Don't you dare say
it's over ♪

♪ Forever's starting
right now ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Even though winter
seems a little colder ♪

♪ ♪

- Where your boyfriend at?

- You're not funny.

- I'm not kidding.

My stomach still hurts
from that punch he gave me.

- I told you
to get away from him.

You got what you deserved.

- Yeah, I guess,

but what I don't understand is,

why did you kiss me?

You could've told me
you had a man.

- That's fair,

but I can't help it
that I like you, Jesse.

I've always thought
you were cute and sexy.

- Well, obviously, cute
and sexy isn't good enough.

- Maybe not good enough
for a boyfriend,

but definitely good enough
for a sneaky link.

- Oh, really?

What are you trying to link?

- Peter has practice early
in the morning with his dad,

so he has to go to bed early.

How about tonight?

- Give it to me.

Hey, hey, hey,
give it to me.

Yeah, yeah.

- Leslie.
- Leslie, come on.

- You got one job.
- Come on.

- It's a very small one.

- Why the hell didn't
either of you tell me

that that property
was up for sale?

You know how important
that property is to me.

- I'm doing
what I'm supposed to do.

I'm busting my ass
running a bank.

Martin is supposed to--
- Martin?

- Martin is the one
who's supposed to keep his ear

to the ground and keep
the wolves off our backs.

If he'd have been paying
attention to the business

instead of trying
to screw everything moving,

we'd have known.

- Malcolm, how is this on me?

I just found out the same
exact moment that you did.

- I don't do real estate,
Martin.

- I didn't ask you that.

Now, you're looking
for a scapegoat.

Maybe we should be
talking to Leslie.

- Really?
- Yes. What?

- Listen, Aunt Carolyn, I know
what you're about to say.

- You save it.
You just save it.

The time to tell me something

is before you announce
to the world

that the property
adjacent to ours is for sale.

Don't you think?
- Yes.

But I really
didn't have a choice.

Jeffery didn't tell me
about the property

until we were on our way
to the meeting.

- Oh, that's nonsense.

You only have two jobs, Leslie:

to keep the Black Hamptons
Black and to keep me informed.

Anything other than that
is just a hobby,

and that includes
screwing your little husband.

Now, I don't give a damn
what you have to do.

I want that property.

Do you hear me?
- Yes.

And I have a way to get it,
but I'm gonna need your help.

- Whatever it is,
it better be good.

And keep your husband in line.

- Just give me an hour.

I'm gonna fix this.

♪ ♪

Dominic.

Kimberly.

You find out what
that husband of hers is up to,

and you apply as much pressure
as necessary.

I want that damn property.

- I will see what I can do.

But it won't be easy.
- Why not?

- Because he and the Johnsons

are the only
two important people

who don't have a mortgage
with our bank

or any
of our strategic partners.

- His family has been
doing business with our family

for more than 20 years.

Why don't we have a mortgage
on one of their homes?

- For that very same reason,
Mother.

He was Daddy's lawyer.

He knows where all the
proverbial bodies are buried.

He's positioned himself
not to be one of them.

- Shit.

- I can't believe the sense
of entitlement of that woman.

- It's fine, babe.
- No, it is not fine. No.

Did you see the way she was
looking down her nose at me?

She thinks she better than me.

Well, I'm not giving in,
Anthony.

I'm not.
I want that property.

- Syd, calm down.

We're gonna get the property,
all right?

I'll make sure of it,
even if we have to overpay.

- Really, baby?
- Yes.

I love you, babe.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yes, Leslie?

- Hey, I'm here
with Carolyn Britton.

As you know, things got
a little out of hand,

and I felt that
maybe a face-to-face chat

might help you see
Mrs. Britton's perspective

about the property.

- Sure, we'd love to talk.
Come on in.

- Hello.
How are you?

- Good. How are you?
- Good.

So right this way.

♪ ♪

- Okay, so as you know,

things got a little out of hand
at the meeting,

and I thought
a face-to-face chat

might help you see
Mrs. Britton's perspective

about the property.

- Okay.
Well, yeah.

Sure, we'd love to hear
what you have to say,

but I can tell you our minds
are pretty much made up

about still wanting
the property.

- Well, I'm sure this all
can be resolved easily.

The most important thing is

that everyone gets
what they want.

- Of course.

- So before
you left the meeting,

you mentioned
that you wanted the property

to build a pool, correct?

- Yes, so if you remember,

when you were first
showing us houses here,

I mentioned to you that my wife
really wanted a pool, right?

So we settled
on this particular property.

I mean, it's beautiful,

but it at least had beachfront,
right?

- Right.
Yes, I do remember that.

So what would you say
if I can give you that pool

and give Mrs. Britton
what she wants?

- Well, I'd say I probably have
to hire you at Sydney Tech

because you know
how to resolve conflicts.

- Well...

So on the northeast parcel
of your property,

there's a 20-foot sliver

that connects to a lot
on Waterside Drive.

My suggestion is that you buy
that lot and put in your pool.

- Uh-uh.
No way.

- What my wife
is trying to say--

- No, honey,
what I meant was bullshit,

'cause that's exactly
what this is.

- That's not
what this is at all.

Mrs. Britton and I are here
to resolve this dispute

for the sake of all parties.

We're all neighbors, and--

- And again, bullshit.

We're not neighbors.

We're just some people
who happen to be able

to afford
the same damn zip code.

Neighbors are friends,
people who have common goals,

and y'all people think
y'all better than us.

- That's not true, okay?

And as HOA president,

I can't begin to tell you
how wrong you are.

We are friends.
- Okay.

Listen, lady,
save it,

'cause I haven't even seen
the inside of your house yet.

And she damn sure
wasn't acting neighborly

when she disrespected me
at the meeting.

Shit, she can't even
fix her face

to give me a proper apology.
- Okay, look--

- I can see
that intelligent conversation

isn't your wife's strong suit,
so I'm gonna address you.

- Oh, hell no.

Mm-mm, see, 'cause look,
I'm right here

and this is my damn house.

So I don't even know who
the hell you think you are,

but if you're not
gonna address me directly,

you can get the hell on out.

- Oh, I know exactly who I am,

and I know plenty of wannabes
just like you, little girl.

Find a man with a little money,

and then you think
you're somebody.

- Oh, you think
you said something, huh?

Well, for the record,
he didn't have anything

when I first met him, okay?
- True.

- And we built
Sydney Technology together

to what it is today.

And I love my husband.

He's my partner,
unlike your man.

From what I hear, you met his
ass in the secretarial pool.

- Ooh, you sure have
a lot of mouth

for someone who comes
from such humble beginnings.

However, you have said
one thing correctly.

I don't think that
I'm better than you.

I know I'm better than you.

- Okay, we're done here.

Mrs. Britton, I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

This conversation is over.

- Oh, this is far from over.

I can promise you that,
sweetheart.

- Well, I welcome
the challenge, sweetheart.

♪ ♪

- This way.

♪ ♪

- Martin?
- Yeah?

- If we don't find a way
to secure this land for Mother,

neither one of us
will have any peace, bro.

She is obsessed.

Bro, listen, you know how many
times she done told me today

"Brittons don't lose"?

- Ha ha! Ha, well,
y'all are gonna lose today.

I hope you're ready
for this ass-whooping

you're about to get.

- You know what?
That's funny, Mike.

Actually, that's real funny
coming from you

knowing that, what,
you haven't touched victory

in about, what,
seven years with us?

- Haven't even rubbed it.
- Yeah.

See, that's only because
I never had a partner

like the one I have today.

- Who's that?
- What did you do?

Bring a ringer in
from the city?

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

No, he's from the Hamptons.

- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, yeah.

He'll be here in a minute.

- All right.
- Yep.

Hey, you know I heard
that things got a little heated

over at the HOA meeting
the other night.

- Yeah, your boy,
Anthony Johnson,

and his wife
don't know their places.

- Look, man,
it's 2022,

not 1967, Martin.

Look, man, look,
people could care less

about how much money
your grandfather made or mine.

Listen.

People only care about how many
Twitter followers you have,

how much dinero you got
in the bank.

- We got plenty of that.
- No, no, no.

Anthony Johnson
has plenty of both.

Sleep on him if you want to.

- Bro, we handle guys
like that every day.

- Not likely.
No, no, no, no, no.

See, I work with the man, okay?

The guy has Google potential,

owns over 300 patents.

In about 10 years,
he'll be able to buy your bank.

- So what are you
suggesting, Mike?

- Look, that y'all get over
that petty bullshit

and start looking
at the bigger picture.

- What's that?

- Look, the man
is getting ready

to partner
with Sing Technologies.

- What?

Damn, that--

yeah, that's big.

- Hell yeah, it's big.
- Uh-huh.

- Maybe we can convince Mother,

secure that property for her,

throw them lucrative business.

- Oh, that sound
like a plan to me.

- Set that meeting
for next week, Mike.

- I can do better than that.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

He's my doubles partner.

Suckers.
- Hey, hey, hey.

I see the gang's all here.

Y'all ready to play?

- Yeah.

Let's see what you got.

- I can whoop y'all's ass.

- Please.

♪ ♪

- What is this I'm hearing
about the police

having Jesse in handcuffs?

And why wasn't I informed?
- Oh, Vanessa, please.

Nobody needs your dramatics
right now.

- I'm sorry.

The welfare of my son
isn't dramatics.

- It is to you,
and we both know it.

Your only concern
is that Jesse's actions

might shine a negative light
on you.

I mean, let's face it,
you're more concerned

about the Britton name
than I am.

That's not true.

- Honey, you've been
married three times,

and you still carry
our last name.

Don't you think
it's time to give it up?

- The only man I've ever loved
is your son.

You just can't stand the fact

that even after all
those stunts you tried to pull,

including forcing him
to divorce me,

that we're still friends.

- Well, you can
lead a horse to water,

but you can't make him drink.

Honey, I can only
protect him so much.

- Oh, well, if you really
feel that way, Carolyn,

why the hell am I here?

Huh?
What do you want?

- I need your assistance
in something,

and I'm willing
to pay handsomely for it.

Oh, well, this must be serious

if the great Carolyn Britton
wants a favor from me.

- Oh, well, you claim

that you want to get back
with your husband and son

and get back in my good graces,
right?

- Once upon a time.

- Vanessa, is it yes or no?

Look, I don't have time
to waste with you.

- What is it
that you need done, Carolyn?

- I need you
to get close with someone.

- When you say close,
what exactly do you mean?

- Oh, Vanessa,
we both know what that means.

And it's nothing that
you haven't already proven

that you're good at,

but if you need me
to spell it out, I will.

- Oh, please.

Let's be clear.

- I want you to seduce someone.

I want you
to make him so in love

that he can't think straight.

Wow.

You're asking for a lot.

- Do you want to marry my son?

- Who is he?

And is he rich?

I won't seduce a local.

- Oh, of course not.

I mean, you've got
your reputation to uphold.

No, he's new money,

and from what I can tell,
he's got a lot of money.

Have you heard
of Anthony Johnson?

- The tech guy
with the intense wife.

- Yeah, that would be him.

So are you up for the task?

- Maybe.

How do I know I can trust you?
That I'll get my family back?

- Have you not gotten
everything you asked for

in your divorce settlement,

even the right to be buried
in our family plot?

Have you not gotten
your alimony checks on time

every month?

- Yes.

- That's how you know
you could trust me.

This is about preserving
our birthright

and our legacy
in this town.

When I'm gone, there needs
to be a lady of the house,

someone who will know

what it means to be a Britton.

Vanessa, neither one of us
were born Brittons,

but baby,
we will die Brittons.

- ♪ I promise you all that
pushin', all that fightin' ♪

♪ All that runnin',
all that climbin' ♪

♪ It won't be, won't be,
won't be for nothin' ♪

- So before you arrived,

Malcolm and Martin and I
were having a discussion

on how advantageous

having a relationship
with a bank like Amistad

would be for Sydney Tech.

- I'm not sure you know this,

but we are the largest
African American-owned bank

in the country.

- Oh, no,
I'm aware.

As a matter of fact,
it's very important for us

to do business
with our own folks.

But I got to tell you,

my wife won't allow me
to do any business with you

until she gets an apology
from your mother

based on the way
she spoke to her.

- Apologize for what?

If anybody need to apologize,

it need to be your wife
apologizing to my mother.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I think we need to let
the ladies have that discussion

and handle that
amongst themselves

while we handle
our business here,

partnering Sydney Tech
and Amistad together.

- Listen, I appreciate
your sentiments, Mike,

but like I said, my wife's
happiness is my business,

so until that apology happens,

we should just pump the brakes

on talking about
doing any business together.

- All right.
Fine by me.

You know what, no,
I'll tell you what we gon' do.

First, we're gon'
whoop y'all ass

in this here tennis game.

Then we're gon'
secure that land.

Don't take it personal.

Looking like Big Bird,
walking in here

with his big,
yellow-ass sweater on.

- Yeah, nice sweater.

- You got jokes.

♪ ♪

- ♪ There's something in me
to catch fire ♪

♪ Energy and desire ♪

♪ Wait until you see
where I'm going ♪

♪ I promise you all that
pushin', all that fightin' ♪

- Come on.
That was out.

- Catching breaks all day.
Breaks all day.

- Whoop y'all's ass.

- Hey, look, man,
check this out.

We need to concentrate, okay?

Look, these assholes won
the community championship,

like, four years in a row.

- Hey, you know what?

See, there's some men that
see the bigger picture, right?

Then there's others
who walk around

with trophies on their arms.

I see
which one you are, Anthony.

- Chill out.
Chill out, Martin.

- No, man.
- No, no, no.

Hey, you have
to excuse my brother, bro.

He's very competitive.

- Yeah, and he like
to talk a lot of shit.

- I sure do.
- 'Cause we can back it up.

- Get the fuck out of here.
Come on, man.

Let's keep putting our foot
in their ass.

- Remember those seven years,
Mike.

- Uh-huh, well, whatever
this little seven-year thing is

you got...
- You ain't ready.

- There's a new kid at school.

- Ow.
- Ooh, game.

Hoo-hoo-hoo,
who's your daddy, boy?

Who's your daddy?

- What you just say?

- I said, who's your daddy?

- Say it again.
Say that shit again, man.

- No, it's cool, man.
Look, he didn't mean it, bro.

- Man, who the hell
he think he talking to?

- What the hell got into him?

I thought we were just
having fun and talking shit.

- We were,
but you know,

Malcolm has
some serious daddy issues

he hasn't come
to terms with yet.

- And keep my dad's name out

your motherfucking mouth, man.
- Come on, come on.

♪ ♪

- Hey!