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- We both got accepted to
the Black Hamptons

Business Fellowship
and Mentor Program.

This is amazing, you two.

- Enjoy your stay
in the Hamptons, Miss Winters.

Oh, thank you.

I'm sure it will be fun.
- I'm sure it will.

- We have to sever
our business ties.

- What's up, man?
You want, like, an autograph?

I just wanted to come say hi.

Oh. Right, well, hey.

- We haven't even gotten
the shipments from Korea yet.

- I'd hate for something
that small to...

fuck this up.

Good morning, sunshine.

Mm, morning, handsome.

Mm.

Hey, so what do you think?

Hmm?
- I think it's amazing.

And everybody else will, too.

Know what?

That's why I love you.
- Mm.

- You are always
so supportive.

Mm.

Mm.

Oh, God.

Don't you two have a room?

- Good morning to you, too,
Mother.

- Don't hate, Carolyn.
We're in love.

Oh, bah humbug.

I do have something for you.

Do tell. And what is that?

"Mr. and Mrs. Malcolm Britton
request

"the pleasure of
your attendance

"at their post-nuptial
summer soiree

aboard the S.S. Carolyn."

Well, a summer soiree,
that sounds expensive.

- It's a celebration for
our family and friends, Mother.

- Since we didn't have
a wedding reception.

- Well, thank you
for the invite, I guess.

You're very welcome, Carolyn.

But you know what?

This little shindig might be

the perfect time
to pass the word about

Eli Bradshaw's little
gentrification project.

There's nothing like a open bar
to stir up the troops.

Oh, good morning, Kimberly.
- Good morning.

- I'm gonna need you to make
sure that everything's in order

for Vanessa's and Malcolm's
little soiree.

Yes, ma'am.

- Oh, and I'm gonna need
your guest list

and some more invitations.

I'm sure there's someone
you forgot to invite.

I want everyone
that I know there

that has the big money.
- Oh, that sounds lit.

Can I invite some of my friends
to the soiree?

- Of course you can,
sweetheart.

Vanessa, give your son
some invitations.

- Thanks, Grandma.
You the best.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo.
This looks good.

Looks like y'all got started
without me.

- Hey, man.
- Hey, Ty.

- Honey, what's that?
- Uh, I don't know.

It was tucked in the door
when I got back from my run.

It's addressed to
"the Johnson family."

- Well...
- Okay.

Let me see that.

What is it?

Looks like an invitation.

It is.

An invitation to a party.

- All right, now.
Whose party?

- Vanessa Britton and
Malcolm Britton.

"Together with their families,

"Vanessa Britton
and Malcolm Britton

"request the pleasure
of your company

to join on their private
family yacht."

Yes.

Oh, hell, no.

Now, that don't
even sound right.

Now, why would they even be
inviting us to a party?

- Hey.
An olive branch maybe.

- Olive branch, my ass.
We're not going.

- Mom, come on.
It's on their yacht.

- I don't give a damn if
it's on "The Queen Mary."

We're not going.

- But, Ma, we got to go.
Everybody's gonna be there.

Dad?

- Sweetheart, look,
don't you think

you're being
a little irrational?

We got to let bygones
be bygones at some point.

These people are our neighbors.

- After everything
that family's done to us?

No, they almost tried to
bankrupt us, for God's sake.

So, no, we're not going,
period.

Now, come on.

You guys don't want to be late
meeting your mentors

for the Black Hamptons
Fellowship Program,

and you need to get dressed,
so come on, let's go.

- Can I at least eat first?
- No, you cannot.

Should've came down
with the rest of us.

- Hey, I'm about to work out.
You headed out?

Yeah.

I have a full slate
of showings.

What's that?

- Malcolm and Vanessa
are throwing

their post-wedding reception on
the yacht this weekend.

- Hmm, that sounds interesting.
Saturday or Sunday?

- Saturday.
- Hmm.

- So are you going to be able
to take me?

- Uh, yeah, unless you planning
on going with somebody else.

Of course not.

It's just that every time I try
to schedule time with you,

including sex,
something comes up.

You got a girl backed up,
and, baby, I'm your wife.

- Look, I know
it's been crazy lately.

But there is a big payday
at the end,

and things are about
to calm down, okay?

So, yes, Leslie, we can attend.

Hey.

And you aren't the only one
who's backed up, okay?

Your husband needs
some loving, too.

- Well, good.
- Mm.

- Then Saturday night,
it is on.

Mmm.

I'll have you popping
like popcorn.

- See you tonight, honey.
- Okay.

- I think that would
be interesting.

- I think it'd be
very interesting.

- Oh, where the hell is
my drink?

Oh, ooh, thank you.

Salud.

Yeah, salud.

Yeah.

Dad, looks like we are becoming
quite popular in town.

What's that?

- We've been invited to
a soiree

hosted by the Brittons
on their yacht.

Okay, so what's wrong
with this picture, son?

- I already knew
what you was going to say.

- Yeah, right.
- I already knew it.

Yeah, that's not a yacht.

That is a boat.
We have a yacht.

I stand corrected, Father.

Anyways, it's gonna be
at 2:00 p.m. on Saturday.

Might be fun.

Yeah, interesting, but...

I already have
something better to do.

Wow.

Oh, I can't wait to see
who Tyler's mentor is.

It's probably Mr. Sylvester
from Dynasty Engineering.

At least that's who
he's hoping to get.

It would make sense because
our selections

are based off of our major.

I just want mine to be
a woman in business

'cause you know
I'm trying to be a boss--

I mean, a successful
female entrepreneur one day.

- Well, I'm sure whoever they
assign as his mentor

will be great,
and yours will be too, babe.

Thanks, Mom.

- Who'd you get?
- Young man,

see you first thing Monday.
9:00 a.m. sharp.

- Yeah.
Okay, Reverend Chauncey.

Oh, snap.

You got Reverend Chauncey?

- Yeah, rub it in my face,
why don't you?

- Come on.
- Sorry, Ty.

Not as sorry as me.

Mom, can I just get your keys?
I'ma go wait in the car.

Sure, son.

Good luck.

Gabrielle Johnson?

Oh, I guess I'm up next.

Ooh, hopefully,
I do better than Tyler.

Good luck.

- Good luck, Gabs!
- Good luck, Gab.

I'm Gabrielle Johnson.

Hi, Gabrielle. I'm Daphne.

You're one lucky young lady,
I can tell you that.

Your mentor is not only

a prominent member of
the community,

but she's one of the most
powerful business women I know.

You're going to learn
a lot from her.

Wow, who is she?

- Why don't you step inside
and find out?

I want 50 now, OK?

You take a--I'll give you
a little breather,

then I want another 50.
Can you do that?

- I can do it.
- Can you give me that?

- Can you give me that?
- Yeah, I got you.

- A'ight, come on.
What you got?

46, 47, 48, 49, 50!
- Yeah!

- Okay, take a little break.
Take a little break.

Come on, look at him
with that young energy.

Yo, this came in for you.

- What up, C?
- What's going on, boy?

This is--oh.

Oh, this is a yacht party
invitation.

Okay.
- Okay.

Hell, yeah. I'm with this.

- A yacht party?
- Yeah, it's next weekend.

The Brittons are throwing it.
Cool, cool.

Why would they invite you?

- Why would they invite me?
Why would they invite me?

They inviting me 'cause
I'm Bobby the Beast.

That's why they invite me.
You know what I wanna--

I think I'm gonna invite
that young kid, the fighter,

be my plus one. What you think?
- Yeah, you know.

We got to try to separate him
from his old man,

so I think
that'll do the trick,

make him feel like
he part of the team.

- Oh, you bet your ass
it would make him

feel like part of the team.
I'm signing him.

- So you're gonna invite him,
and not invite me?

- Um...
- Hold up.

I got it.

Baby, listen, um...

so this right here--

how can I explain this?

This is--this is more like
business, right?

I gotta show this kid, Pete,

why he needs to be a part of
team BTB, okay, all right?

I gotta show him how
we gon' build his brand.

You understand, don't you?

Hmm?

All right, I tell you what.
Wanna go shopping, hmm?

Go on a little shopping spree
next week, go to Paris.

You like that? Yeah?

All right, come here.

It's all good, baby.
It's just business.

All right, come on, dawg.
You owe me another 50.

Get down to it.

You want to get some?
- Yeah, I'ma go get some--

- Come on.
- Come on, I got 200.

I got 200 on you, man.

All you got to do is
give me ten.

- All right.
- Just give me ten.

Thank you.

What's that?

It's an invitation to a party

being hosted by your ex
and his wife.

My ex and his wife, huh?

- Well, now that
I think about it,

it is quite funny for them
to invite us of all people.

Hmm.

I guess we'll have to find out
once we arrive

at the auspicious event.

You really want to go?

- Oh, I wouldn't miss it
for the world, handsome,

and neither should you.

- I mean,
it is a nice little yacht.

- After all the time
you've spent on it,

I'm sure you of all people
would know.

- Listen, listen,
listen, listen, listen.

I appreciate it but
your apologies

don't mean anything right now.
They're not helping.

I got thousands of phones
tied up in a warehouse.

Let's figure this out, Yee.
That's all I want to say.

- Any luck figuring out
the phones?

No.

How was your day?

It was all right.

Seems like everybody's excited
about this party.

Even the haters are going.

Everyone except us.

- You really want to go,
don't you?

Yeah.

Who wouldn't?
- Us!

Us, that's who.

- Look, Ma, I get
there was beef a while back

but everyone's moved on
from it, except for you, Ma.

- Which is crazy to me 'cause
I can't even understand

how everybody's drinking
the Britton Kool-Aid

and forgetting
how they literally

just tried to destroy us.

I just don't forgive and forget
that easily.

Yeah, we know, Ma.

And that's why
Gabby's been upstairs

for the last three hours upset.

Why is Gabby upset?

Oh, you don't know?

See, Gabby got assigned
Carolyn Britton as her mentor.

- Syd.
- Now, don't even start.

As much as I hate to say it,

Carolyn Britton is one of
the most successful

Black women in America.

I believe she can help Gabby

be the best businesswoman
she can be.

So who wouldn't want somebody
like that as a mentor, huh?

Oh, that's right, you.

- Look, our neighbors are
going, our friends are going.

So if you don't want to go,
you stay here.

The kids are going,
and I'm going.

Period.

Move. Go.

Love you, Mom.

- So you are assuring us
that those phones

will be in my son's hands
by the end of the week?

Absolutely.

Good. Good.

We've already sold
the first 100,000 of these

to our distributing partners
in the Caribbean.

So it looks like this
is going to be huge.

- Massive.
- Yeah.

Well, that's good to hear.

Looking forward to talking
to you guys on Friday.

Take care.

- All right.
- All right.

- Yeah, well,
that's easy for you to say.

Let me get one more of these
and the check, please.

Make it two.

Buy your girl a drink?

Well, if it isn't
the one who got away.

It's been a long time, Alyssa.

Yeah, too long.

But I figured you would
be here.

You've always loved this place,

ever since we were old enough
to drink.

- Some things never change.
- Mm.

Thank you.

I heard about your wife.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

You know,
I hated to see her suffer.

But she's in
a better place now.

To old friends?

So how have you been?

You still fucking around
with those knives?

Every chance I get.

- You know,
I've seen you on TV,

and you're still as gorgeous
as ever.

Haven't aged a bit.

Mr. Donovan,

flattery will get you
everywhere.

Oh, yeah?

Even back to
where you're staying tonight?

Maybe for a drink,

but I can't promise you
anything other than that.

Same old Alyssa,

still playing hard to get.

- Well, I don't see
anything wrong with it

because once you get it,

you're not gonna want to
let it go.

Mm.

- You coming?
- Oh, yeah.

You ain't got to tell me twice.

So what exactly

have you been doing
with yourself these days?

- I work for a company
called Sydney Tech.

Have you ever heard of a guy
by the name of Anthony Johnson?

- Yeah, the tech guru.
I've heard of him.

Seen him on a couple of
magazine covers.

- Well, that's my boss.
- Hmm.

- And if I play
my cards right...

Mm-hmm?

- In ten years, that man is
gon' make me a billionaire.

Yep.
- That's what's up?

- As long as I can keep him
from tripping over his feet.

Mm.

Wait, I don't understand.

See, as smart as Anthony is,

he has a naive streak
a mile long.

I mean, he can be
a little gullible sometimes.

And that's where
me and his wife come in.

- Mm.
- We're his...protectors.

- Oh, really?
- Mmm-hmm.

But enough about him.

You know,
even when I was married...

Mm-hmm?

- I never stopped
thinking about you.

Mike.

I am flattered and tempted,

but I am tipsy as hell.

And I don't want us
to do anything

that we're gonna regret
in the morning.

All right.

This ain't high school
or college,

and I'm not gon' be
chasing you around

like some schoolboy, Alyssa.

Look.

Let's just take our time
and see what happens.

And if it's meant to be,
it'll be.

Mm.

Sheesh!

Looks like the entire Black
Hamptons showed up, Grandma.

- Yes,
another fabulous Britton party

to be remembered.

- Come on, now.
Y'all know how we do it.

Come on, man.

- I'm 'bout to go check on
Malcolm real quick, all right?

- Wait a minute. I didn't know
that Christopher RSVP'd.

- Yeah, he was on
Kimberly's guest list.

Oh. I see.

Well,
shall we greet our guests?

- Let's go.
- Let's do it.

- Look like
you're in deep thought.

I guess being back here

brings back some good memories
for you, huh?

And a few nightmares.

- I can understand
why you feel that way.

Good.

What's understood doesn't
have to be said.

And whose big idea was it
to invite us anyway,

yours or your wife's?

Hers.

- You know she's trying to
send me a message, right?

- Are you going to Biking in
the Hamptons next weekend?

I don't know.

I didn't realize
it was next weekend.

Well...

it won't be the same
without you.

And just so you know,
you've already been registered.

I signed us both up
when I registered in June.

Malcolm, come on.

It's time to take pictures,
sweetie.

Wifey's calling.

- Malcolm.
- Okay.

Go.

You don't want to make
wifey wait.

Bike weekend.

Okay?

Wow, you look amazing.

Thank you.

- So how's my favorite realtor
doing?

I'm okay, I guess.

What's wrong?

- That is great news,
Your Honor.

I'll--I will inform my client
right away.

- Business, business.
- Business.

Gabrielle, I'm so happy to

have you as my mentee
this year.

I can't wait to
introduce you to--oh.

Christopher.
- Carolyn.

- Yes, I want you to meet
my mentee, Gabrielle.

- It's a pleasure.
- So nice to meet you.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- Honey, this is Aries Cora.
- Jeffery.

- He's looking to buy a house
in the Black Hamptons.

- Well, it's nice to meet you,
Aries.

I think you'll find our area
is very welcoming.

Oh, babe, I have to go.

Will you excuse us?

Sure.

- Jeffery, what do you mean
you have to go?

- There's an urgent situation
with a client I'm dealing with.

I will have Martin
drive you home.

- You don't need to have Martin
drive me home.

I'll find a ride myself.
- I'm sorry, baby.

Jeff--

That was, uh, very awkward.

Yeah, sorry.

It's okay.

Can I get you a drink?

Uh, um...

actually, I think I'm gonna
need something stronger.

Uh, just excuse me
for a second.

Sure.

- Oh, they're here.
They're here.

- Thank you all
for coming today.

It makes me so proud to
see you all gathered here

with my family this evening

as we celebrate Malcolm and
Vanessa's recent nuptials.

Congratulations!

- You know what I love about
the Black Hamptons?

We are more than just
a community of people

who live in the same
neighborhood.

We are family.

Now, don't get me wrong.
We are not perfect.

And Lord knows we have
our disagreements

from time to time.

But when the time comes
for us to unite,

whether it's for
a wedding celebration

or to join forces to protect
and guard what we have built,

we put our differences aside,

and we stand together
for one another.

Gabrielle, Jesse,
come up here, please.

These young people right here,

my grandson and my mentee,

they represent what's to come.

And what we do now will affect

what's to come for them
and their children.

And what we're not gonna do

is let anything or anyone
like a Eli Bradshaw

take that from us,
take that from them.

All you young people,

you are the future of
our community.

And to my son and
my daughter-in-law,

I'd like to say
congratulations again

from me and our entire family.

Please raise a glass
and let's cheer the couple.

Cheers!

Big bro!

Salud.

Hey, sis.

Wow.

Okay.

You know, people are raving
about the food.

Did you think they wouldn't?

After all,
I am a Michelin Star chef.

Yes, you are.

This is amazing.

But I am only concerned with
one person being impressed.

So, has anyone
introduced you yet?

Not yet,

but these things can't be
rushed.

Oh, and not that it matters,
but which one's his wife?

- Yeah, the bitch with
the scowl near the bar.

Oh.

She looks twisted.
- Yeah.

I don't want you to worry
about her.

You know why?

You remember what
I told you earlier, right?

The way to Anthony Johnson is?

- Is through his stomach.
I already know.

Mm-hmm.

I've already made
an impression.

That is his second plate.

However, as fine as he is,

I'm hoping to get to something
a little lower.

Ooh, girl.

And people think that
I'm the scandalous one.

They have no idea.
- Absolutely none, girl.

- So, Gabrielle,
you will start on Monday.

You'll come to the office,
and Kimberly will get

your schedule ready for you.
- Yes, I will.

- I have so many wonderful
things--

- Gabby?
Gabby, the party's over

so why don't you find
your brother?

And I need to speak
to Mrs. Britton.

- Mom, please don't.
- I said go find your brother.

Can I help you?

But before you say anything,

let me tell you how wonderful
and beautiful your daughter is.

I am really going to enjoy
my summer with her.

- What the hell do you think
you're doing?

- Well, if you hadn't noticed,
I enjoyed the party.

It was a wonderful party,
wasn't it, Kimberly?

Yeah, mm-hmm.

- And I hope that
you did the same.

Now, you know damn well

that's not what
I'm talking about.

I was referring to my daughter.

Manipulating real estate
is one thing.

Playing these childish games,

trying to manipulate
my daughter, that's another.

And that I will not stand for.

- I don't know
what your problem is,

but you are way off.

I haven't manipulated anything.

- Oh, so you being chosen as
my daughter's mentor

is just some coincidence?
Bullshit.

- You know, you might find this
hard to believe,

but the world doesn't
revolve around you.

And I have way too many
important things

to do with my time than
what you're accusing me of.

I have been a mentor to Black
women in this program for years

and I have never selected
who's been assigned to me.

And furthermore,
I would never use a child

to my benefit, business
or personal, so back off.

- Now why would I back off
about my own damn child?

And no, I don't believe you,

and I don't want her
anywhere around you.

- Well, you are her mother,
and it's your choice,

but that's very sad.
- Why is that?

- Because I could open
a lot of doors for Gabrielle.

- Oh, Gabby would be just fine,
trust me.

And she doesn't need any help
from the likes of you.

Hey.

You ladies playing nice?

- Oh, Anthony,
it's good to see you.

I was just telling
your wife here

how remarkable your daughter is

and how impressed
I am with her already.

You know, I was really looking
forward to mentoring her,

but well, sadly,
Sydney has informed me that

Gabrielle will not be
a participant,

and that is just a shame.

- Well, first of all,
thank you very much

for all your wonderful words
about our daughter.

We're very proud of
our baby girl.

And there's no reason why

Gabby would be pulled
from the program.

So, unfortunately,
Sydney's mistaken.

- What?
Now that is some great news.

I am so happy to hear that.

You know,
if you two will excuse me,

there are some
very important people here

that I want to introduce
Gabrielle to before they leave.

Well, thank you.
My guests await.

Come on, Kimberly, let's go.

- Baby, you know--
- Ah, ah.

Syd, baby,
you need to stop this shit.

It's bad for business.

You're embarrassing yourself
and our family.

Chill out.

- What the fuck is--
I should've whooped his ass

when I had the chance.

- Damn! She fine as shit.
That's your girl?

She used to be.

- And you let this clown
take her from you?

- Man, this clown's family
owns this yacht

and half of this town.

But what I wouldn't give
for five minutes alone

to whoop that ass.
- Hmm, I feel you.

You know, you ain't always
got to throw a punch

to knock a motherfucker out.

You still want her?

- More than anything
in this world.

Mm.

That's a hell of a statement.

Say less. I got you.

Yo, listen up.

Hey, can I have everybody's
attention just real quick?

Yeah, just--just--
just real quick.

Come on. Y'all come on in.

Come on in. Come on in.
All right, good deal.

Listen, let's give it up
for the newlyweds, right?

Give it up.

Clap that up, right?

This whole party is like a--

you know what I like to call
it? It's like a "lituation."

This is it.
I'm just happy to be invited.

My name is Bobby
"The Beast" Boyd,

for those of you all
that don't know me,

middleweight champion
of the world.

Come on, clap that up.
Clap that up. Clap that up.

I'm actually up here because
I want to introduce y'all to

my protégé and hopefully
the newest member of Team BTB.

This brother is actually
from Sag Harbor,

and he will be the next
light heavyweight champion

of the world,
you mark my words.

Y'all put your hands together
for your hometown hero,

Mr. Peter Lane.
Come on up, Pete.

Come on up, baby.

Come on, come on,
you look good.

I got a little something
for you.

Hey, man, can I give you this?

My brother,
thank you very much.

Pete, huh?

I want to make it official.
Let's make that official, dawg.

Oh, wow.

Huh? Come on. Clap that up.

- What I'm talking about.
- Clap that up.

That's it. That's it, man.
- Thank you, man.

- It's gon' look good.
That's gon' look good.

- Karrin, come on, baby girl.
We about to get started.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Bobby not answering the phone.

- Oh, he on a yacht.
Ain't no service out there.

- Darnell, where's my baby?
- He's not here.

- Then where is he at?
- Bianca, you deaf?

I said he ain't here.

- Hey, Cornelius.
Where's my boo?

- Didn't Bobby tell you
not to come over here

without calling?
- Yeah, but I'm in town

doing a video shoot
for the Lost Boys,

and they want Bobby in it.

- Yeah, but why didn't
you call first?

- Why are you guys acting like
I'm some random?

My bad, C.

Um, and who is this?

Don't worry about who she is.

How can I help you?

- I left something here
the 4th of July,

and it's in the cabana.

Hmm.

Your bracelet, it's cute.

Thanks. Bobby got it for me.

Oh, nice.

Mine too.

And if you stick around
long enough, baby,

you might just get a chain.

- No, you stick around
long enough,

I'ma beat your ass.

See, I tried to be a lady,
and you being disrespectful.

My bad.

I don't want no juice.

You can have that prize.
I'm good.

You ready?

Cornelius, have Bobby hit me
about the video, okay?

Let's go, Shawna.

We don't want Miss Thing
beating our asses.

- I'ma take 'em to the cabana.
- Get 'em out of here.

- Man, get them little
itty-bitty bitches out of here.

That's old news, all right?

Let's get this money.
We having a good time.

Don't worry about anything.
I'ma take care of that.

It won't happen again.

Come on, now,
first lady of BTB.

- If it happen again--
- It won't.

Thank you.

- Look at you.
How you doing, beautiful?

Adora...

I think I got it.
Don't--no.

What is it?
What's your last name?

- Sinclair.
- Sinclair! That's right.

Adora Sinclair.
You the art lady, right?

- I'm the art lady.
- Yeah, all right.

I'm Bobby "The Beast" Boyd.

I know who you are, Mr. Boyd.

Oh, please, call me Bobby.

Mr. Boyd,
that sounds so formal.

You know, like you talking to
my daddy or something.

Yeah, I'm feeling
all your work.

Thank you.

- Art ain't really, like,
my thing,

but your stuff is definitely
catching my eye.

- Thanks.
- You know what I'd love to do?

Like a private viewing,
you know what I mean?

Something intimate,
just the two of us,

after the party.

Hmm?

- Why don't I put you in touch
with my manager?

Okay.

Mmm.

Then again,

if you are interested,

I do have some pieces in
my studio that you may like.

Okay.

- You know, so we could
possibly check them out,

maybe have a few drinks,
negotiate a price.

- I mean,
if you're really interested.

I'm really interested

in whatever it is that
you want to show me.

- Oh.
- Oh, yeah.

- Okay.
- Oh, yeah.

So you just let me know.

Oh.

Hey, Martin.

What y'all talking about?

- Bobby and I were just
chatting about art.

He wants a private showing.

- Is that so?
- Mm-hmm.

- So you an, um--
an art expert now, huh?

No.

But I am getting stalker vibes
from you, I really am.

How come every time
I turn around, dude,

you in my face?

You know, I don't know.

How come every time I look up,

you in the face of something
that belongs to me?

Belongs to you?

Oh, is--is that what this is?

- You're damn right
that's what's going on.

Who is this dude, huh?

- This is Martin--
- Her man, that's who.

- You're her man?
- Yeah, that's who.

- This your man? Well, let me--
I hate to break it to you,

but your girl just
offered me a nightcap.

And I accepted 'cause
she bad as hell,

you know what I mean?

- He asked to see
some more paintings.

That's all.
- Don't do that. Don't do that.

She playin'.
Don't play the games.

Okay, that's the champ
you talking to.

You know you offered to
show me more than that.

What? Are you crazy?

- There were some
insinuations--far from crazy.

- No, no.
- My man, look.

I think you need to--I think
you need to relax, all right?

- I don't need to do shit.
- No, you need to relax.

- What the hell is going on
over here?

- Oh, nothing, nothing.
Nothing is going on.

Okay, listen,
you know, your son,

he's just trying to show out
in front of his bitch.

- How dare you speak to
my guests in that manner.

I will not stand for it.
Do you understand that?

Look, I don't give a damn
who you are

or how many belts you've won.

What you will not do is curse
at a woman in my presence.

Now, I think that it is time
for you to excuse yourself.

Okay, that's cool.

You know, I've been thrown out
of nicer places than this.

- Good,
then you won't mind leaving.

All right.

The champ will show himself off
y'all little tug boat.

Excuse me.

All right, brother.

Dear, are you okay?

Yes, Mrs. Britton, I'm fine.

Thank you.
- So rude.

So tipsy.

- Well, everyone's going
ashore.

Can I give you a ride?

- Only if you're gonna take me
to a bar

and get me very drunk.

It seems like you already had
one too many drinks tonight.

Yeah, well, a few more,

and who knows how
the night will end.

- Don't start nothing
you ain't ready to finish.

- What makes you think
I can't finish it?

You lead, I'll follow.

Carolyn.

What is it, Christopher?

I hope you're not gonna ask me
to dance

because the answer is no.

Kimberly's already
breathing down my back,

and I don't want an incident.

No, Carolyn.

And yes, I get it, okay?

Me and Kimberly will definitely
have a conversation.

But this is not about that.
It's about business, all right?

I have some news that
I have to share with you.

What is it?

- I was just informed that
Jeffery touched down

at Otisville Prison
about 15 minutes ago.

This is not a coincidence,
Carolyn.

He's up to something.

- All right, so,
what is he up to?

That I can't confirm.

But Jeffery is definitely
starting to

prove himself very capable.

- You know what? I don't give
a damn how capable he is.

Johnson LLP is supposed to be
the best,

so you need to stop
whatever it is he's doing.

We are the best.

And I am doing my best, okay?

But let's remember,

you hired me to stay
in the shadows, right?

Now if you want me to go harder

and make my presence felt
to your husband,

we can definitely arrange that.

- No, that won't be necessary.
- Thank you.

- He needs to think that
I am still the loyal,

obedient, dutiful little wife

just in case his ass gets out.

- Well, I'm sorry to say that
that's a possibility.

- Damn it, don't you think
I know that?

My pretty, Gabrielle,
I'm so excited to

be working with you, dear.

Yes, me too.

- Go home and get some rest.
- See you Monday.

Yes.
- OK, Get some rest.

- Bye. Nice meeting you.
- Yes, you too.

Well, okay. All right.

Anthony, thank you for coming.
- Thank you.

Thanks for having us.
- My pleasure as always.

Take care, you two.

Baby. Oh!

It was a beautiful evening.

Did you have a good time?
- I did.

- Oh, good.
- Thank you.

Vanessa.

- Thank you so much.
- You're so welcome, darling.

Okay, now,
go make me another grandbaby.

- Kimberly.
- Bye.

- Shall we go? I'm exhausted.
- Yes.

- Let's go.
- All right, after you.

- You know, I think
this celebratory toast is

a bit premature
but right on time.

I agree.

- To Monday.
- To Monday.

- I always knew that
you were a great lawyer,

but you've proven yourself
to be the best.

Taking care of my clients is

what I get paid very well
to do, Moses.

Ah.

Welcome home.

Woo!

Love it.
- Welcome home.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Johnson,

sorry for disturbing you and
your family this evening.

Can I have a word with you,
please?

- Uh, sure, Sergeant.
- Thank you.

- Um, baby,
just give me a minute.

- Yeah, um, come on, kids.
- You good?

- Yeah, I'm good, Ty.
Stay with your mom.

- Mr. Johnson,
this is Detective Thorn

from the Westchester County
Police Department.

He'd like to have a word
with you, please.

Sure.

Wait, uh, Detective?

- Yes, sir.
- How can I help you?

- Mr. Johnson,
there was a burglary

at your warehouse
in New Rochelle.

- A burglary?
- Yes, sir.

The investigation is pending,

but you took
a pretty big hit, sir.

Looks like professionals.

The suspects were strategic.

And it's obvious they knew
your alarm system.

- Wait, what are you saying,
detective?

What was taken?

Looks like everything.

But that's impossible.

There were over 20 pallets of
merchandise in that warehouse.

- Sir, they even took
the office computers

and the smoke detectors.
- Oh, come on.

- Shit.
- You kidding me?

- What, they really took
everything?

Look, in my experience,

it's always someone inside
your organization.

So if you hear anything,
give me a call.

Here's my card.

I'll be in touch if
anything surfaces.

- Try to have a good night,
gentlemen.

Appreciate it, Sarge.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Hey, look.

Cora is right there in the car.

Why are the police here?

- Mr. Cora, sir, we just
got word from a detective that

our warehouse in New Rochelle
was just burglarized.

Our phones?

- Yes, sir, our phones.
We lost everything.

- This is gonna set us back
a couple of weeks.

But in the meantime,
I'll make a few calls.

I think I want to
personally see to it

that whoever did this is
found and handled.

- Now, Mr. Cora, I really
don't think that's necessary.

We should just let the police
do their jobs

and handle it through
the insurance.

It's not about that.

See, I tend to take
personal offense

at someone who disrupts a plan
that I already have in motion.

But not to worry.

I think you'll find my way of
doing things very satisfying.

- Well, when you said you were
gon' buy us some time,

you damn sure did.

- You think I could pull
something off this elaborate?

Hell, I thought it was you.

Hell, no!

Come on, man.

If it wasn't you,

and it definitely wasn't me,

who in the hell was it then?

I don't know.

But I know one thing;

we sure as hell better find out
before Alexander Cora does.

You right about that.