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- The way
to Anthony Johnson is?

Is through his stomach.

- As fine as he is,
I'm hoping to get

to something a little lower.

- Let's make that official,
dog.

- Oh, wow.
- Huh?

Come on, crank that up!

Carolyn!

- You're walking back
through those doors with me.

- Now, that is not
going to happen.

And either you are with me
or you are against me.

Oh.

Okay.

- I really appreciate
you came out.

You always been
a sister I never had.

Mm. Hmm. Mm-mm.

Mm. Mm-hmm. Mm.

- Now, are you gonna
eat the damn thing

or are you gonna
make love to it?

Hey.

You know I eat when
I'm stressed, bro.

Between Syd tripping
and Alexander Cora,

these phones, God.

I am stressed.

Yeah, well, you and me both.

Yeah, now, you might
wanna go inside and get

another half-dozen pizzas,
because I know

where the phones are,
and you haven't

even begun to stress out yet.

Show me where the phones are.

And please, please don't
tell me it's somebody we know.

- Not unless
they're in Jamaica.

- Jamaica?
- Take a look for yourself.

Whoever robbed us
are selling our phones on eBay

out of Montego Bay
and Kingston for $200 a pop.

- Mike, even with defects,
these are $1,000 devices, man!

- You ain't doing nothing
but preaching to the choir.

But the real question is,
what are we gonna do about it?

- I know what
I'm gonna do about it.

I'ma go down there myself.

Man, you?

Those island boys
will cut you up

and send you back to us
in a box.

- Look, we gotta
do something, man.

I can't just sit here.

- Well, there is one card
we haven't played yet.

Okay, well, what's that?

- Now might be the time
to tell Alexander the truth.

He does have
international ties,

and he might even be
able to track down

the phones and the thieves.

Now you really tripping.

All right, he finds out
that we've been robbed

and that these phones aren't
where they're supposed to be,

man, we gonna both
wind up dead, for real.

Mm-mm.

Gotta be a better solution
than that.

- Well, I do have
a few friends over at eBay

I can talk to, to see
if we can get them to stop

selling them on the site.

- I mean, I think
that's a good idea.

So, so yeah.

Um, let's do that.

Let's do that.

- Slow down. Slow down.
Where you going?

I gotta get home, man.

See if I can get Sydney
to finally talk to me.

She's still that mad, huh?

This thing with Gabrielle
and Carolyn Britton

has just gotten
completely out of hand.

So I'm gonna go home, do my
thing on the grill like I do,

and maybe--

maybe loosen her up
a little so we can talk.

- Good luck.
- Ha.

Yeah, I'm gonna need it.

Love you, man.

All rise.

The United States of America
versus Moses Britton.

The Honorable Hubert Dawson
presiding.

You may be seated.

- What do we have in front
of us today, Mr. Bowen?

- Your Honor, my client,
Mr. Moses Britton,

was supposed to be released
on appeal over a week ago,

but we were advised that
his stay was removed

due to new evidence
presented to Judge Coleman,

which, by the way,
I still haven't seen yet.

- Is there a reason
as to why the evidence

hasn't been submitted?

Yes, Your Honor.

The evidence
is highly classified,

and all parties
have to be cleared

by the State Department.

It's still pending review.

- As you know, Your Honor,
Judge Coleman

has had some kind of emergency.

His entire docket has been
rescheduled for 45 days.

My client should not have
to wait until that time.

I agree.

And I'd also like
to see that evidence.

Perhaps there's
a happy medium.

Mr. Bowen, is your client
prepared to post bond?

Yes, sir, we are.

- I need you two
to approach, please.

I just received a message
from Judge Coleman

and a copy
of the classified evidence

against Mr. Britton.

Now, I'm inclined to rule
against your motion

for bail, Mr. Bowen.

And Mr. Britton over here
will be held

until Judge Coleman's return.
- What?

This is highly irregular,
Your Honor.

My client has the right to see
the evidence against him.

It's my ruling.

And if you don't like it,
there's an appeal process.

But for right now,
I need for you two

to return to your seats.

- Mr. Britton, you will be held
until Judge Coleman's return

and the court has
the proper time

to review the
evidence submitted

to determine its validity.
- Objection!

My client has already been
in custody for five years.

- Well, two to three
more weeks won't make

that much of a difference,
now, will it, Counselor?

Court is adjourned.

- Wait, wait,
one minute, please.

Please,
I'm gonna fix this, Moses.

I'm gonna get you
the hell out of there

if it's the last thing I do,
I promise you.

What the hell just happened?

But you said
he was coming home today.

I thought he was.

There's something
seriously wrong here.

I don't know what happened.
- I do. It's Christopher.

- Who the hell is Christopher?
- Now, it all makes sense.

Christopher Johnson--
he is a big fixer

known for his backroom deals.

- Yeah, and Carolyn's hired him
to do her dirty work.

- Are you sure
it's Christopher?

He's a friend.

We go skiing
with his family every year.

- Lawyers don't have friends,
we only have clients.

And this whole courtroom's
like the OK Corral,

and Christopher is
a pretty big gun for hire.

- Then what the hell
do we do now?

- What we should have done
from the beginning--

hire a bigger gun.

Well?

- Well, he's not
coming home today,

and probably not this week.

Oh, thank God.

- Carolyn, no.
This thing is far from over.

You have to understand
that we're not gonna be able

to keep him in there forever.

- I don't need him in there
forever, just till Labor Day.

That's all.

- I understand
what you want, Carolyn,

but at this point, I don't
even know if that's possible.

We are fighting to keep him
in there, day by day.

- Well, we'll just
have to fight harder.

I need more time.

- And I'm gonna need
more money, Carolyn.

It is costing us more
and more to make this happen,

and I'm sorry, but your
retainer is almost gone.

- Look, I'll get you
more money, damn it, okay?

You just make sure
that Moses stays put

until this conservatorship
is handled

and the board votes.

You understand?

Understood.

I'll be expecting a wire
by the end of the day.

- You'll have it
within the hour.

Thank you.

And Christopher...

Yes?

You did a good job, baby.

Thank you.

I'll see you tonight.

Yes, ma'am.

Mm.

Dominique, let's go.

As you wish.

What's up, Pop?

What are you doing,
moving or something?

- Nah, man.
I ain't going nowhere.

I pay rent here.

Now, you, you need
to find a place to stay.

What, so you kicking me out?

That's not what I'm doing.

You made a decision
that resulted

in you no longer staying here.

What decision?

- The decision
that you don't need me.

- Come on, Pop.
You sound crazy.

Look, just because
I'm exploring

other options
besides the Olympics

don't mean I don't need you.

We still a team.

Oh, is that right?

Rocking that big-ass
hip-hop BTB chain?

That tell me
you don't trust me.

- That's not true.
- How is it not true?

So what is it, the bling
that's blinding you?

The money? The fame?
Which is it?

Because obviously,
you can't see it.

Oh, I can't see?

Maybe you so hell-bent
on it being your way or no way

that you get upset 'cause
I'm exploring anything else.

- What are you talking about?
It ain't never been that.

Okay.

- It's always the best option,
not my option.

So let me remind you,
you wanted to be

the professional boxer, not me.

You said, Dad, I'ma do whatever
it takes to be the best.

I supported
that decision, Peter.

- And I appreciate that.
- So?

- You don't think I know that
I wouldn't be where I am today

if it wasn't for you?

But I stuck by my word.

I didn't sign the contract.
I promised you that I wouldn't.

All I've been doing is hanging
out with Bobby and his team.

They support me too.

- Okay, then let 'em go
support you fully then.

'Cause if you're dumb enough
to see that wearing the chain,

taking the money
isn't fully consummating

that agreement
between you and Bobby

and his wack-ass company--
- That is not what that means!

- How is it not
what it means, Peter?

I saw the video from the party.

He announced it
to the world, Peter.

I'm not gonna sit up here
and let you be

a clown in his fucking circus!

You are not gonna be Team BTB
and live here with me.

I won't allow it,
plain and simple.

Shit.

So--so that's it, huh?

You're really doing this?

My mother is gone, and now,
you're gonna kick me out.

I'm about to be a real,
live orphan out here.

I'm your father.

I love you.

I'm always gonna love you
and support you.

Do you know what I go through?

Every single day?

To protect you?

You know the shit I see?

You know who
I'm protecting you from?

Motherfuckers just like him!

You have no fucking clue.

I deal with that to make you
the best man that you can be.

So I'm just curious.

When are we, as a people,
including your Black ass,

when are we gonna
give more than 75%?

80%?

When we gonna give
100% to each other?

110%?

That means you giving 100%
on a regular basis.

120% means you became something
they said you couldn't be!

That's what I'm fighting for!

Keeping you from the
Bobby Boyds of the world!

And you come in this house
with a fucking BTB chain?

I should whoop
your motherfucking ass!

Now, you're gonna make up
your mind, young man!

You're either gonna be Team BTB
and get the fuck out my house,

or if you live here,

if you live here,
you better bring

your narrow Black ass
in this motherfucker

and listen to what I say!

Are we clear?

You got a choice
to make, not me!

Put this shit on me.

Yeah, okay.

Fuck.

- Hey, Sally.
- Hey!

How you doing, young lady?

Good.

- I lost my wallet
here earlier, I think.

Oh, okay.

- Anybody give you
anything, or...?

- I'll check the back to see
if somebody dropped it off.

- Okay.
All right, thank you.

- Mm-hmm.
I'll be right back.

Anthony?

Anthony Johnson, right?

- Hey, hi.
Uh, do I know you?

No, but I know you.

I know that you're the CEO
and president of Sydney Tech.

You drive a McLaren,
and you live

at 24 Waterside Drive
in Sag Harbor.

And you also have a home
in Scarsdale.

Would you like me to tell you
your Social Security Number?

Uh, no.

How--how do you know all that?

I work for the CIA.

Really? Um, CIA?

No.

I have your wallet.

Oh.

Oh, so that was a joke, okay.

You know, that--
that's not funny.

Uh, yeah. It was.

I'm Alyssa.

Alyssa Winters.

Okay, nice to meet you.

Oh, Alyssa Winters.

I'm sorry.

The celebrity TV chef.

And I had those delicious
lamb chops of yours

on Carolyn Britton's yacht.

It is my specialty.

Yeah, I'll say.

And my wife and I, we tried to
reconstruct those lamb chops,

but to no avail.
- Yeah.

All right?

So you know what
you need to do.

You need to give a brother
that recipe.

- Oh, well, I can't
just give you the recipe.

But I do teach cooking classes.

I can just pay you for it.

I mean, you sure I can't
just pay you for the recipe?

- No, sir.
- Okay.

I don't operate like that.

Here's my card.

And it was really nice
to meet you, Mr. Johnson.

Pleasure to meet you too.

Um, I guess I'll be
in touch, and thank you.

Thank you so much
for returning my wallet.

I look forward to it.

And it was
the right thing to do.

- I'm gonna
have that chicken.

- Chicken?
- It sounds amazing.

Okay, perfect.

And the steak, right? Mm-hmm.

Awesome. I'ma get that ready
for you right now, okay?

Okay, thank you.

- What are you
doing here, Peter?

- Look, I'm not here
to cause any trouble.

I just needed someone
to talk to, that's all.

It's important.

Go sit over there at a table.

Let me tell them
I'm on my break.

Hey.

What's going on?

- Look, my dad has lost it.
He's tripping.

Well, maybe that's
not the right word,

but he's being unreasonable.

And at this point,
I'm gonna be homeless.

- Homeless?
- Yeah.

- He kicked you out?
- Yes.

Well, no, kind of, sort of.

Peter, relax.

Tell me what's going on.

- Look, he doesn't want me
to sign to Team BTB.

He's stuck on me
going to the Olympic trials,

and to make it worse, he had
a lawyer look at the contract

that Bobby offered me.

He says it's bogus.

Well, is it?

Honestly, I haven't read it.

Look, but it's
Bobby "The Beast."

He's a boxing legend,
and he wants me, T!

And to make it even better,
he gave me $100,000 in cash

to seal the deal.

This is the biggest opportunity
of my life,

and I just cannot
believe my dad

is being this unreasonable.

Peter, listen.

You're looking at Bobby
like an athlete.

Your dad is looking
at him like...

a predator.

Listen, there's more
to Bobby Boyd

than what happens in that ring,
and your dad

is just smart enough
to see that.

We both know he would
never let you do anything

that's detrimental to you.

I mean, I guess.

I gotta get back to work.

Go home, Peter.

It's where you belong.

- Real talk, I don't know where
I would be since we broke up.

I miss you so much, T.

I miss you too.

- I'm not.
No, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

- Just stay open, bro,
because something ain't right.

- Malcolm, out of all people,
you think it would be--

What the hell is going on?

I can hear you two
all the way upstairs!

- Malcolm thinks
that you're secretly

plotting to keep Dad in jail.

Now, that is ridiculous.

How the hell could
I have any control

over his being in jail?

- We know about Christopher,
Mother.

What about him?

- We know you hired him
to sabotage Daddy.

I did what I needed to do,

and I will not defend myself,
Malcolm.

- I think one of the concerns
that Malcolm and I have is,

why didn't you discuss
any of this with us, Mother?

- Because I had
to focus on matters

more important to this family.

Look, your father being in jail
hasn't been ideal

for me, either.

All of his responsibilities
fell on me,

and it hasn't been easy!

Oh, Mother, Mother.

It's okay.

We know it hasn't been easy,
and we appreciate you

for taking on the role to be
the leader of our family

and the business.

- You acting like we haven't
been there to help you.

Malcolm!

- Everybody had
to step up to the plate.

- That is not what
I'm saying at all.

You boys have done
a tremendous job,

but there is more to this
situation than you realize.

- Is that why you hired
Christopher Johnson

behind our backs?
- Bro!

- Look, this is not
only about taking care

of what we already have.

This is also about
us protecting

our family's future.

I mean, look at the
Eli Bradshaws of the world.

Now I have to make sure
that nothing or no one

comes along to jeopardize
or stake claim

to what rightfully
belongs to you boys.

- Mother, who would come
to jeopardize our future?

And how would they
even be able to claim

anything that belongs to us?

- Oh, son, long-lost relatives
pop up all the time.

Family members that you
didn't even realize existed.

Am I interrupting something?

No, Kimberly. Not at all.

I was just telling the boys
about the Black Hamptons

Labor Day celebration.

You and I will have
a discussion in a few minutes.

Yes, ma'am.

Wait, are you saying that Dad

had a family member
outside somewhere?

- All I'm saying is that
I'm covering all the bases

from every angle, leaving
nothing to chance while I can.

That's what I'm saying.

And I'm also saying
that I am not

having this discussion again.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

Mmm, mmm.

Cheers.

Ooh!

So you've had a lot
of time on your hands.

- Hmm?
- What's going on with Anthony?

I hate to think you're
losing your touch, sis.

- And what the hell
is that supposed to mean?

Come on.

It means that once
upon a time,

you would have had Anthony, uh,

painting your toenails
by now, girl.

And who said he won't be?

okay.

This is Alyssa.

- Ms. Winters,
Anthony Johnson.

- Mr. Johnson, it's so good
to hear from you.

And can we please stop
with the Ms. Winters shit?

Please call me Alyssa.

- Only if
you'll call me Anthony.

- And what is it
that you want, Anthony?

- Remember that
private cooking class

you were telling me about?

That's definitely possible.

So when would you and your
wife like to schedule it?

That's just the thing.

It, um--it won't be
the two of us.

It would, uh--
it would just be me.

See, our anniversary
is coming up,

and, uh, I wanna do
a home-cooked meal.

I'm typically the grill master,

but this is something
she'd never expect.

- Guess we'd better go ahead
and get started then.

- That's exactly what
I was hoping to hear.

So thanks a lot, Alyssa.
I appreciate it.

And, uh, again, if you don't
mind keeping this between us?

I really want it
to be a surprise.

- Oh, it'll definitely be
our little secret, Anthony.

I'll text you with details.

Sounds good.

- Don't you ever again
doubt me, sis.

Ooh! Yes.

Hey, hey, what are
you making for lunch?

Yes!

Done.

Oh, Moses, been a long time.

I didn't think I'd
be seeing you anytime soon,

especially in here.

- Is that why you abandoned me
in my time of need?

No.

I abandoned you
'cause I was the chairman

of the Congressional
Banking Committee,

and you were being
charged with 56 counts

of bank and wire fraud.

There's no need
for both of us to go down.

I can't argue with that.

So why am I here?

Because you owe me.

You owe me big time.

There's no denying that.

You've always done right by me.

How can I help?

- What I want you to do is get
Judge Coleman and Judge Dawson

and whoever else
is involved in this case

to back the fuck up.

Okay. $10 million.

Yep, 5 for me and 5 to grease
the wheels of justice.

- Damn, that's a hell
of a lot of money, man.

- Hey, you're asking
quite a big favor here.

Bribing two federal judges
and their clerks,

and probably a couple of
Treasury and SEC officials?

I mean, that's the price.

- But $10 million?
Jesus Christ!

- It's a small price
to pay for your freedom

when you think about it, Moses.

- Well, if you got 10 million,
yeah, but I don't have it.

But you own a bank!

My wife is running that,

hence the reason I'm
sitting here talking to you

in this fucking monkey suit.

- Like I said, I can
make this all go away.

But that's the price.

You wanna dance,
you gotta pay the band.

And your window of opportunity
is coming to a short.

What do you mean by that?

- I'm leaving.
I'm leaving this town.

Where the hell are you going?

You live and breathe New York.

New Orleans, baby.

I'm giving up my seat.

I'm leaving
for greener pastures,

better weather, you know.

Minus the hurricanes,
of course.

Listen.

I gotta get out of here.

Just give me a call
when you got the 10 mil.

Okay, my friend?

All right.

Take care of yourself.

Yes, sir, I understand.

I understand.

Yes, I understand.

- Leslie, why we all
rush down here?

What's going on?
- I'm not sure.

Jeffrey's on the phone
with Uncle Moses right now.

- Hey, babe.
- Mm.

Okay, Jeffrey.

We're all here.

What's this about?

- Well, I've just
spoken to Moses,

and he has found a way
to get rid

of this ordeal permanently.

But it does come
with a hefty price tag.

- I don't care
about the price tag.

If it can bring my dad home,
we will pay it.

Now, how much do you need?

$10 million.

- What?
- Um, sir, come on now.

$10 million?

Jeffrey, we don't have
that kind of money.

Aunt Carolyn does.

- I appreciate the sentiment,
but I highly doubt

Carolyn would be willing
to loan us that money.

- Yeah, which is a shame,
because this is her husband

we're talking about.

$10 million is excessive.

I mean, I can come up
with 1 or 2 myself,

but most of our money is
tied up in our family trust.

- Now, look,
I'm just the messenger.

I did not set the price.

Then who did?

Ronald Sims.

Hmm.

- The congressman?
- Yep.

And I can tell you
from past experience,

he is not gonna
lower that price.

But if he's involved,
results are guaranteed.

- Guaranteed?
- Yes.

Then it's settled.

We pay the man.

With what money, Malcolm?

I mean, we can probably come up
with about $5 million,

but no one has access
to $10 million

without Mother signing on it.

Then we knock on some doors.

Like whose?

Don't look at me!

I may have Britton blood
running through my veins,

but I do not have $10 million
just lying around.

- Mm-mm.
- Mortgage your home.

- Oh, shit!
- Jeffrey.

That's not gonna happen.

Hey, that don't make sense.

- Look, I love Uncle Moses,
but there are some lines

you just don't cross.

And Jeffrey and I
are working on a family.

And he hasn't even been paid
for his legal work yet.

Okay, I get it.

Thanks for nothing.

Mal--

- Martin and I
will get the money.

Tell Sims we'll have 5 million
for him tonight,

and the rest at the end
of the week.

- Wait, honey, honey,
where are you going?

Where do you think?

To get the money
to get my dad out of jail.

- So you're back from that
family meeting, are you?

- Yes, and it was
super intense.

- You're not getting another
divorce again, are you?

I thought things were good.

- No, they are,
and I love him to death.

But the question is,
do I love him enough

to loan him the $5 million
he needs?

Loan him?

Do you even have $5 million?

- Uh, yes, I do,
and quite a bit more.

Mm-hmm.

- I knew you got
a nice chunk of change

from your last two
divorce settlements,

but I didn't know
they were that nice.

- No, the money
is not from my divorces.

It's from Anthony and I
departing as business partners.

He gave me
what he considered to be

a $10 million golden parachute.

- Well, it must have been
one hell of a business deal.

- Yeah, 10 million
is a drop in the bucket.

They're about to make billions.

Yeah, he should
have given me 50.

That's another reason why I
want you to take his ass down.

Oh, I don't know.

I trust you got this.

All day, every day.

That's my sis.

Hey.

Hey, baby.

Mmm, mm.

So?

How'd the money hunt go?

Horrible.

What?

What happened?

- Everybody loves you when
you're loaning money out,

but nobody knows you when you
come with hat in hand.

Well, maybe this will help.

What's this?

- Just a token
of my love and support.

Is this a joke?

Come on,
you should know by now.

Am I the joking type?

Thank you.

- But baby, how?
Where did you get this?

- No, no, no,
don't worry about all that.

Just know that this is good.

- You are the best
thing to ever happen to me.

I love you so much.

Yes, I love you too.

And just know that I have your
back, Malcolm, no matter what.

If I didn't know, I know now.

You are truly my soulmate.

- Ha, well, now that
that is settled, uh,

there is one more thing.

What's that?

- Oh, you know, just the,
uh, Morgan situation.

What about it?

It's done.

Over.

And I mean, for good.

Morgan who?

- Good answer.
- Mm-hmm.

I thought so.

Come in.

Oh, hey.

Where you going?

To visit a friend.

But, um...

We need to talk about Dad.

- Martin, I thought
I made myself clear

when I said I was done
discussing it.

- Yeah, I know, I know,
Mother, you did.

However, I just wanna make sure
you're not being blindsided.

But if you'd rather not
discuss it, I understand too.

- No, no,
tell me what's going on.

- Can we please keep
this between you and I?

No one else, please?

Yes, between us, son.

So what's going on?

- Malcolm is about
to get Dad released.

I highly doubt that.

Your father wasn't issued bail.

- No, I'm not talking
about bail, Mother.

They've contacted Ronald Sims.

Ronald Sims, the congressman?

Yes.

And he's working
behind the scenes

on Dad's release right now.

And he plans
on getting it expunged.

- Wow, Moses is really
uppin' his game

'cause Ronald Sims
does not come cheap.

Yeah, $10 million cheap.

And Malcolm is talking
about getting it.

- Well, I'm not
concerned about that.

Where the hell is your brother
gonna get that kind of money?

He doesn't have $10 million.

- He plans on using
our trust funds.

Yeah.

And don't get me wrong, I--
I want Dad home.

But I don't like
the idea of giving

our money to Congressman Sims.

He's a real snake in the grass.

- Well, I wouldn't worry
about that, sweetheart.

Your trust is safe,
and your father

won't be home
for a very long time.

- Mother, can I
ask you a question?

What?

- Why are you so hell-bent
on keeping Dad in jail forever?

- Oh, I don't
want him there forever.

I just need him
to stay there until Labor Day,

and then he can
be free as a bird.

- Okay, I mean, I still
don't understand why

or what you're doing, but okay.

- You don't
have to understand, Martin.

Just know that
whatever my motive is,

it's in the best interests
of you and your brother.

You trust me, don't you?

- Mm-hmm.
- Good.

And I want you to know
that I really appreciate

your bringing this to me.

And also, I don't know,

maybe I was a bit premature

when it came to your friend,
Karrin.

Mother, are you okay?

I'm fine.

I never thought
I would ever hear you

say something like that.

Me, either.

But I don't know, maybe you--

you should start
seeing her again.

Discreetly, of course.

Are you serious?

Of course I am.

Otherwise, I wouldn't say it.

You are an amazing son.

And I just truly want you
to be happy, sweetheart.

Thank you, Mother.

Oh, you're welcome, baby.

- All right, I gotta go.
- All right, be safe.

- All right, love you, Mother.
- Love you.

What are you doing?

- Transferring funds from
our trust to a joint account

Martin and I have, so we can
take care of this business

with Sims first thing
in the morning.

I don't want my dad
in that place

any longer than he has to be.

He's already been
in there too long.

The hell?

What?

No, no, no!

This can't be happening!
- Babe, what's wrong?

Shit!

It's blocked!

Wait, what? What? How?

- Mother must have
found out what we were doing.

She's the only one
that can block

my access as bank president.

How would she find out?

- I told you, baby,
I don't know.

But this has to be her.

No, no. Okay.

It's gonna be okay.

It is gonna be okay.

No, it's not!

She's unstoppable.

The most treacherous person
I know.

There's nothing I can do.

No, babe, don't say that.

You can still do this.

How?

God damn it.
Tell me how, Vanessa.

I don't know.

I promise, I'm gonna help you
find a solution to this.

Mike, what's going on, man?

I'm getting ready to head
into this cooking class,

so make it quick.

- I just spoke
with Aries Cora.

They know.

What exactly do they know?

Everything.

The phones being in Jamaica
and them being faulty.

What'd did he say?

- Man, pretty much
that they're pissed,

and they wanna
have a meeting ASAP.

Alexander is out of town,
but he'll be back in two days.

All right.

Two days.

Shit.

- Man, I hate to say it,
Anthony,

but I'm scared.

Yeah, bro.

I'm scared too.

And I got somebody standing
down the block, watching me.

I think he's been following me.

- Good, that's my boy,
Frenchie.

He's the bouncer
at the strip club I go to.

Him and his partner, Jimmy,
are gonna be shadowing us.

Alexander's not gonna
fuck with them.

- Ha. Good thinking, man.
Good thinking.

All right, look,
I gotta get going.

Let's make sure we talk
about this some more later.

All right? Appreciate you, bro.

Anthony Johnson.

Wow. Vanessa Britton.

How are you?
- I'm good.

Uh, what are you doing
on this side of town,

and where's your
overprotective wife?

Hmm?
- Sydney is home.

And believe it or not,
I'm actually here

for a cooking class.

A cooking class? Really?

- Really.
- Huh.

Okay, well,
it was nice seeing you,

and good luck
on learning how to cook.

Thank you.

Uh, Vanessa?

Yeah.

Um...

I got a question for you.

Have you talked
to Alexander Cora?

No, I haven't.

I mean, he's been calling me,

but I've been dealing with
an important family matter.

Why? What's going on?

Look, I know you're not happy

about how our
business arrangement ended.

I think it was for the best.

Alexander Cora is not
who we thought he was.

What do you mean?

- Vanessa, the man's
a killer, all right?

All right, Mike and I are
both afraid for our lives.

Okay, that's funny, Anthony.

Okay, I mean, the man can be
intense as hell sometimes,

but calling him a killer
is a bit of an exaggeration.

- Vanessa, Vanessa, you've
known me for a while now.

Yeah?

- Do you think
this is something

that I would exaggerate about?

Believe it or not,
all this time,

I've been trying
to protect you.

But if you hear that something
happened to me or Mike,

you'll know why.

Look, I, uh,

I gotta go, all right?

Be careful.

Hello?

- So you're really trying
to do this, huh, Carolyn?

Do what, Moses?

- Keeping me
locked up in prison.

- Look, there is a plan
in place.

A plan for who?

Not for me to be released.

You came all the way out
to the courthouse,

and you left
before the hearing.

You have no intentions of
getting me released, Carolyn.

Now, admit it.

I should have never let you
get that little taste of power.

- Well, that is something
we both can agree on.

And I promise you,
if the roles were reversed,

you would be doing
exactly the same thing.

Funny that you said that.

Because the truth is,

the roles should be reversed,
shouldn't they?

What's the matter, sweetheart?

You're awfully quiet.

It's funny how quickly
we forget the truth.

- Look, Moses,
there is a plan in place.

You'll see.

I've seen enough.

Trust me.

I have a plan in place too.

One that you're gonna live
to regret.

Moses?

Mos--hello?

Moses!

- No one knows about
my release, right?

No one, Dad.

Not even Malcolm or Jeffrey.

Just the people who put up
the money for the release.

Good.

Because Carolyn is in
for the surprise of her life.

Okay.