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- I got somebody standing
on the block watching me.

I think he's been following me.

- Good, that's
my boy Frenchie.

Him and his partner Jimmy
are gonna be shadowing us.

Alexander's not gonna
fuck with them.

So why am I here?

Because you owe me.

You owe me big time.

- Malcolm is about
to get Dad released.

Maybe this will help.

What's this?

- Just a token
of my love and support.

- Carolyn is in
for the surprise of her life.

Hey, Bradshaw Development.

You see this?

Nah, that's not right.

- Okay, will somebody please
tell me what's going on?

I'm tired of all the secrets.

Please?

Dad?

- You want to know
what's going on, son?

Ask your grandmother.

Syd.

Come on, baby,
I'm tired of fighting.

I just want to talk.
We've always been able to talk.

Talk about wh--

Aw, baby, is that for me?

Of course it's for you.

Aww. So sweet.

- So I made you
a little cheese eggs

and turkey sausage...
- Mmm.

- Some grits and your favorite
blueberry pancakes.

You made it?

- Yeah.
- I mean, the only thing

you know how to cook goes
on the grill.

- Well, I mean, you know,
I've been

trying to learn how to do
a little something different.

Aw, baby.

But look.

Since--

since I didn't have
a white flag,

I hoped a white rose would do.

- Mm.
- I'm sorry...

And I surrender.

I surrender.

Oh, baby.

I love you too.

And I'm so sorry.

I was--I was probably
overreacting.

Well, I'm glad you said so.

What was that?

Grandma, what's going on?

What the hell was that?

Felt like an earthquake.

What was that?

- I don't know,
but that can't be good.

Oh, shit.

What is it?

- Baby, you're not gonna
believe this.

It's the McNeil house.

Come here.

Look, they're tearing it down.

Oh, my God.

Shit.

- All right, so instead
of us trenching

out here
where we normally would,

we're gonna bring this in
a little bit.

So you need to take
that baby right there,

and you can start bringing it
right along here.

Dig it all.
Clean this all out.

Go at least four feet, right?

Got gas, electric,
and water going in there.

And then we're gonna
bring it down this way.

Yeah, man, I'm telling you.

That's a hell
of a workout, bruh.

I'm digging that.
I was actually quite impressed.

That left hand work
you was doing is good.

Like I always say, if you want
to chop down a tree,

take 'em to the body, whap,
hit 'em with the left.

You feel me?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, so what's that--

What's that look about?

Bobby taught me that move.

You love some goddamn Bobby.

- Bobby this, Bobby that.
I don't want to hear it, man.

Okay, well,
I'll give you this though.

Two years ago, he did
knock out Paul Jones

with that same left hand.
So I'll give you that.

- Look, Pop, I know
y'all don't see eye to eye,

but he's not that bad a dude.

I could learn a thing or two
from him.

- I don't know, man.
See, that's debatable to me.

See, I don't have a problem
with Bobby the boxer,

Bobby the athlete,
Bobby the trainer.

I have a problem
with Bobby the businessman.

That's what I'm trying
to get you to understand.

Him and Cornelius,
they're sharks.

They see you,
they see blood in the water.

- Look, I got some time
to hang out with him,

and tell you the truth,

y'all got a lot more
in common than you think.

- Shit, we ain't got
nothing in common, bro.

Don't put my name

in the same sentence as his.

Bobby "The Beast" Boyd, shit.

Motherfucker,
Bobby ain't got shit on me.

I'm King Kong in this bitch.
Fuck you talking about?

Hey, Pop, real estate lady,

Mrs. Chesterfield,
here to see you.

Hey, how are you?

- Good morning, Sergeant.
- All right. Nice to see you.

By all means, have a seat.

So, uh, what's going on?

- I guess I should
just get to the point.

- Don't need the bullshit,
by all means.

- Sergeant,
the owner of the house

has sold the property.

- What?
Are you fucking kidding me?

So--so who owns the house?

I'm not sure, to be honest.

But I'm certain
you'll be contacted.

Yeah, this is--this is foul.

Look, now, he told us
if he ever sold the place,

he would give us
the first crack at it, so...

- He was made an offer
way above market value.

And you have to understand,
he's a businessman.

- Yeah, whoop-de-fucking-do
about being a businessman.

So what, just me and my son--
we're just screwed?

Come on, Inez,
be straight with me.

It's a possibility.

- Oh, come on.
- Your lease expired

six months ago,
and you've been living

month to month ever since.

Sergeant, I'm sorry.

I mean, so what, that's it?

- Sergeant, I'm always here
to help you find a new place.

But if you need
more information,

you should contact
your former landlord.

Okay.

This is some bullshit.

Again, I'm sorry.

- I just fucking paid
the damn rent.

Bullshit-ass.

I'ma find out
who the hell own it.

- What's up, Pop?
We gotta move?

- I don't know, son.
I don't know.

I'm, uh, trying
to figure all this out.

Gotta find out who was
behind all of this.

I can't believe him.

Why would he do that?

'Cause he's a mama's boy.

Oh, my God.

- I just can't believe
he did this to us.

- Oh, come on, Martin, let--
let's just talk about this.

- Thank you, Vanessa,
but I'm good, okay?

- Oh, you don't want
to talk no more?

Judas?

Malcolm.

Looks like the drought is over.

Mm-hmm, look like
somebody got some last night.

Mm-hmm.

And if you must know, uh,
it was this morning.

Mm. Ew.

- Oh, my God, it's just amazing
how much good sex

and a good apology just changes
your perspective on things.

- You know what?
I wouldn't know.

- But didn't you hang out
with Martin last night?

- I did.
But we didn't have sex.

Okay, I see you got jokes.

I'll toast to that one.

You wanna know
something, Karrin?

Hm?

I love you.

Martin, don't ruin this.

- I'm not.
I'm not.

Look, I know you don't
believe me,

but I really do
love you, Karrin.

I'll tell you what, tomorrow,

I'ma show you better
than I can tell you.

- Well, I don't want
to wait till tomorrow.

I want to live in the moment.

And you know what, too?
- What?

- This has been
the most wonderful date

I've ever been on.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Come here.

Come here.

I had so much fun last night,

but tell me why
Martin tried to convince me

that his mother was okay
with us dating now?

I wouldn't trust that woman

as far as I could throw her.

Touché.

So do you believe him?

I want to believe him.

Well, what about Bobby?

What about him?

- Karrin, there's
a delivery for you!

What'd you order?

- Nothing.
- Yes, you did.

Oh, my God.
- Don't know why it's for me.

What is...

What in the...

- Bobby, what are
you doing here?

Baby, I came to, um--

I came to apologize.

Okay, I know--hey--

I--I know that I can be,
like, a ass sometimes.

Right?
But I want you to know

that I got nothing
but love for you, baby.

You know that, right?

- You didn't have
to do all this.

- Hold on one second.
Fellas, y'all can go.

I appreciate you.

Thank you very much.

You spread it out
between the fellas.

Appreciate y'all.

What was you about to say?

- You didn't have
to do all this.

No, I did.

I did, Karrin, 'cause,
you know, I--I fucked up.

And I was wrong.

Mm-hmm, you were dead wrong.

- Sydney, please.
- I'm just saying.

- I was drunk.
Look, I was drunk.

Okay, and that's, like--
that's not an excuse.

I just--you didn't deserve
any of that.

Okay, and I gotta do better.

And--and I'm gonna do better.

I just--I need another chance.

Now, why would I do that?

Because you and I,

we make a good team, baby.

And I need you by my side.

Here.

- Okay, yeah,
what about Bianca?

Mm-hmm.

No, I want you to keep that,

okay, because I only need
one woman wearing my chain,

and that's the one
that's got my heart.

All right, and that's you.

You hear me?

So I want you go upstairs,
I want you to pack your shit,

and then we're gonna go home,
and we gonna make up.

And like, make up-make up,
you know what I mean?

Okay? Go ahead.

Hurry up.

'Cause I'm ready to go.

Go. Pack, pack, pack.

Let me get these flowers
off y'all counter.

Okay, guys, so that's it.

Get on it.
You got that there.

You go take that one there.

And we'll catch you later.
Thanks so much.

Mr. Bradshaw.

- Yes, sir?
- You got a moment?

- Always have time
for law enforcement, sir.

- Yeah, bet you do.
- What can I do for you?

You sold my house.

Uh, okay.

Uh, sorry, what's the address?

2215 Cherry Lane.

- Cherry Lane?
- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah, that's right,
I did sell that.

Yeah.

So why did you do that?

You couldn't have told me?
Given me a heads-up?

I was saving to buy the place.

- Well, first of all, I didn't
know it was your house.

And second of all,
a business associate

made an offer
I couldn't refuse.

And you know what?

I had no use
for that house anyway.

Didn't have beach rights.

- So you're telling me
you sold my house

because it didn't have
beach rights?

- Pop.
- Let's take it easy, okay?

I didn't know.

I just sold it.
That is what I do.

- Okay, so tell me who
in the hell bought my house.

Do me that favor.

- You're gonna like this.
- Yeah, I bet.

- Bobby Boyd.
- Bob-Bobby "The Beast" Boyd?

- Bobby "The Beast,"
middleweight champion

of the world.
- Bobby bought the house, man.

I told you!

Bobby "The Beast" Boyd.

Fuck out of here, man.
Come on!

That's good.

Nice policeman behavior there.

Yeah, that was good.

- You know, I never have
understood this yoga shit.

Too much ass in the air.

Mr. Britton.

- You can kill
that Britton shit.

Call me Moses.

You ain't a kid no more.

- Okay, Moses,
what can I do for you?

- Well, the first thing is,
is that you can give me back

the money
that you stole from me.

And what money would that be?

You've been very busy, Everett,

real busy,

and I know all about it.

Kimberly has been
keeping tabs on you.

You know all about what?

I honestly have no idea
what you're talking about.

That makes sense, right?

I mean, his first instinct
is to deny it, right?

- Yes, that would be
your first instinct.

- Okay, look,
let's cut to the chase.

Those guys, uh,
from the Vineyard,

you know, with this little
crypto scheme of yours?

Those are my people, Everett.

Your people?

Yes.

And that was my money
that you stole.

Now, I know your father had
to tell you before he died

that I am not the one
to be fucking with.

He and I did
some terrible things

that I'm not proud of...

And I will do again
in a heartbeat.

Now, the only reason
I'm gonna let you off the hook

and give you a pass
is because you're his son.

- Look, Mr. Britton,
I--I didn't know that you--

- Hey, look,
it's not about what you know.

It's about what I know.

And I know
that you have my money.

And I know that you're going
to give it back to me now.

So give her the password
to your crypto account.

I--I don't know it by heart.

I would have to--
- Look, motherfucker!

Give me the goddamn password!

Otherwise, I will make
a phone call,

and I'll call
my Italian friends,

and they will come here
and fuck you up!

Now give her
the fucking password.

Better yet,
log into your account.

He's in.

How much is in there?

Almost $30 million.

Move 25 into my account

and leave his ass five.

Mr. Britton, you--

- The five is a loan
at 20% interest.

Got a problem with that?

No, sir.

Hey.

Alexander again?

Actually, uh,

that time it was his son Aries.

Well, I'm scared, Anthony.

I mean, if they're as dangerous
as you said they are,

then I don't--
- Hey.

It's gonna be okay.

Come here.

All right, you seen
the guy hanging around us?

That's the guy that Mike hired
to look after us.

Okay?

He's a bouncer
at a strip club run by the mob.

And I don't think
Alexander Cora's gonna

mess with him--

or us.

We're protected.

As long as you're sure.

I am.

I'm just happy
that you and I made up

and worked through our issues.

Me too.

Yeah?

I've got to get
to this meeting.

Yeah, okay.

Yep.
- I'll see you later.

Okay.

Hope sooner than later.

Ugh. Don't do that.

- Thank you all for coming
on such a short notice.

As you know, with today's
teardown of the McNeil's home,

our life here
at the Black Hamptons

is being threatened in a way

most of us could have
never imagined.

- Yeah, and the situation is
getting worse by the hour.

- My question is,
what are we as a community

gonna do about Eli Bradshaw
and his cronies?

- Jeffrey, you're
the attorney for the HOA.

I mean, can't you file
a injunction,

a--a motion or something?

- What kind of injunction would
you like me to file, Carolyn?

The man hasn't done
anything illegal.

- He just tore down a house
that has been in this community

for 60 years, Jeffrey.

And did you see the picture

of that monstrosity
that he's planning to put up?

- Well, he filed
the proper permits.

- I don't give a damn
what he has.

It's your job to find a--
a violation, a loophole.

Hell, find something.

- If there is one,
you better find it quick.

Tyler and I went
to the town hall.

Bradshaw Development LLC
has filed demolition permits

and plans
for 6,000-square foot homes

on all four of his properties.

6,000 square feet?

That's twice the size
of my home.

- Yeah, somebody's gotta
do something.

We're trying, Mrs. Johnson.

Tyler and I went
through the charter

with a fine-tooth comb

to find maybe a bylaw
he's breaking.

But we came up with nothing.

- Jeffrey, can't we create
a new bylaw stating

that only Blacks are allowed
to buy in our community?

- Uh, sure, if you want
to spend the next 20 years

in court fighting reverse
discrimination lawsuits.

What you're suggesting, Martin,
is actually against the law.

- True, but maybe we can state
that a certain percentage

of the homeowners have
to be Black.

- Well, that would make sense
if 95% of the homes

weren't already owned
by African Americans.

And again, we're just setting
ourselves up for a big lawsuit.

Listen, we are going
to have to find a way

to buy all these homes
before Eli Bradshaw does.

From a legal standpoint,
that is our only option.

Wait, so what are you saying?

That if we don't hurry up
and do something now

that Bradshaw could end up
pricing us all out someday?

- That is a possibility.
Legally, we don't have

many other options.

- Jeffrey, I really don't
want to hear that.

For once, I agree with her.

There has to be a way
to save the Black Hamptons

for future generations.

There is.

But we're gonna have
to pool our resources.

Each homeowner needs to chip in

and buy threatened homes until
we can find suitable buyers.

Leslie, I--I mean, come on.

You know we can't even get half
the people outside this room

to pay their dues, right?

So do we really expect
that they're going

to chip in
to buy something else?

- Then we work
with the ones that will.

Perhaps we could form
our own LLC.

Malcolm's right.

If we come together
as a community,

it will definitely make things
way more difficult for Eli.

Amen to that.

But not for long.

All right, to fight
Eli Bradshaw properly,

we need a war chest
of $50 million

and to be willing to take
a substantial loss

for at least ten years
at inflated rates.

Now, I am not so sure

that you can get your board
to do that, Carolyn.

- For everybody else,
it's not the same.

That's true.

- Appreciation
for us is irrelevant.

We're not--we're not looking
to sell no time soon.

No, we're not going to sell.

Is that it?

You're just gonna give up?

No one's gonna do anything?

No one?
- Tyler,

we're trying to figure out
exactly what to do.

These things take time.

- Time.
- We give him any more time,

and he'll buy up
half the Black Hamptons.

- Perhaps, but in the meantime,
we're gonna talk

to the neighbors Eli has made
offers to and see if they--

What?

Reverend Chauncey,
we have to do something now.

We don't have time
to go door-to-door

telling people
to turn down his offers.

He's playing a dirty game,
and if we don't act quick,

we're gonna lose, all of us.

Tyler's right.

- Well, I know it seems like
nothing is being done.

But this isn't the first
dirty game we've played, son.

- Yeah, that's
my point exactly.

This is the same
thing that happened

in Harlem, Brooklyn, SoHo.

Do you know how much a loft is
going for in Dumbo these days?

- I do.
And I know what you're saying.

But we have to have
a strategy in place.

That's how we've
always done it,

and that's why the civil rights
movement was successful.

"Was" is the operative word.

Right now we're in the midst
of a fight for our rights.

I'm not just gonna stand around
and do nothing.

I'll leave that up to y'all.

Come on, Gabby. Let's go.

Catch you later, Rev.

He makes a point.

That was a waste of time.

Who are you telling?

I don't know how that went.

Jeffrey, you better fix this.

- Finally something
we can agree on.

Carolyn, I haven't
always been a lawyer.

I'm gonna get us
some answers.

I'll call you.

Come on, son.

- Try again, try again.
- Okay.

- Try again.
- Mm-hmm.

- Whoo!
- Okay. Put some air on that.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
- That ain't bad.

That ain't bad.
- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

- But I'm still about to take
all y'all money.

Y'all don't stand
a chance, man.

I got my good luck charm
with me, man.

Y'all in trouble, today.
Ain't that right, baby?

You ain't never lie, Daddy.

- Hey, step back, step back.
I don't want--I don't--

I don't wanna hurt you, baby.
I don't wanna hurt you.

I'ma show you, baby.
- Okay.

Dog, watch me work.

- Okay!
- Ooh.

- Boy, I was born
to play this game, man.

- Oh.
- I'ma fuck around,

start playing golf
after I finish boxing.

- Man.
- Deadass.

You see that, baby?
- Yeah.

- You see that shit?
- Yo, Bobby.

- Ooh, drop--
- You got company, man.

- Oh.
- Hey! What's up, Pete?

I didn't know you coming by.

Man, you look like
your ex might be smashing

one of them
Britton boys again, man.

You all right?

Y'all stop laughing.

That ain't funny.
That ain't funny.

You good though? For real.

- I mean, considering
that you bought the house

that me and my pops live in,
am I all right?

Oh, you good, my boy.

Matter of fact,
you better than good.

Ain't he, Cornelius?
- Oh, yeah.

- Well, shit,
I sure don't feel good.

I feel like you shit on me.
- You feel like I sh--

that's because I know
what you don't know, Pete.

- And what's that?
That you ain't shit?

- Oh.
- Who--who you talking to?

Who he talking to, Cornelius?

- Hey, he sound like
he talking to your ass.

- No, I know he ain't
talking to me like that.

I'll mess around and beat
the brakes off your ass

and show you why
I'm the motherfucking

middleweight champion
of the world.

So I know he ain't
talking to me like that.

Mm-mm.

- Why'd you buy
my house, Bobby?

- A'ight, first of all,
let's take some of this

goddamn bass out your voice
when you talking to me.

Second of all, man, what I do
with my money is my business.

I ain't got to tell you
or your daddy shit.

And truth be told--
this is the best part--

I was gonna let y'all have
the little house,

but you went ghost on me.

Oh, my God, that is so sweet.

Thank you, baby.

People don't know
how to be grateful.

Shit.

I look dumb to you?

You weren't finna give me shit.

- Oh, so now you gonna
call me a liar?

You gonna come out here and c--

hey, you got
the paperwork, Cornelius?

You know I got it.

- Yeah, break out
that paperwork.

- Here you go, young buck.
- Yeah.

- In black and white.
- Check that out.

Section six, paragraph three.

- Mm-hmm.
- Check it out yourself.

Nobody gotta lie to you.

- Shit.
- What you say?

What'd you say?
"Oh, shit"?

Yeah, "oh, shit" is right, man.

Let me ask you a question.
You remember when you told me

that you and your pops
was a team?

You remember that?

You remember that?
- Yeah.

That shit moved me, man,

Because you know
what it showed me?

It showed me that
all you truly care about

was taking care
of your father, man,

and making him proud, dude.

And I respect that.

Here at BTB, man, hey,

we ain't no different
than y'all.

We just like a family, man.

We ain't trying to make shit
harder for our people.

We trying to make shit better.

So yeah, man, I figured
as a part of your deal,

you giving your daddy
the deed to that house, man,

I figured that would
be big for you.

I'm sorry.

You're serious?

Deadass serious, man.

You family, Pete.

BTB family, baby.

- Look, I'm sorry I just
went off and bought your house.

You know, shit,
I'm impulsive like that, man.

I wanted it to be a surprise.
You understand that, right?

Yeah, I do.

- So what you gonna do,
young buck?

You gonna be part of BTB

so you can take care
of your family or what?

Huh?

I mean, the deed
to your house is right there.

Mm.

All you gotta do is sign.

All right, now, look,

I know all y'all want to get
to the partying and all.

And we gonna get there,
but first,

we need to handle
some business.

Tyler.

- I know my sister
and I haven't been

coming out here as long
as a lot of you have,

but y'all have shown us
crazy love--

the whole community has.

And I'm here to tell you
that the Black Hamptons

is under attack.

- Wait, Ty,
under attack by who?

That white guy, Eli Bradshaw,

who's been running around here
like he owns the place.

My dad can't stand him.

And for good reason.

He's trying
to destroy everything

our families have built.

What exactly is going on?

- Eli Bradshaw's company
is buying up

all the property for sale
and claiming that he's just

"diversifying"
the neighborhood.

But really,
he's inflating the prices

so Black families can't afford
to live here any longer.

- Yeah, and we cannot let
gentrification happen.

- We have to stop this
or else there'll be

no Black Hamptons
for us or our kids.

Yeah, and when he says "we,"

he means each and every
person here tonight.

- I mean,
my great-great-grandfather

basically built the houses
that we live in, y'all.

And my grandfather was born in
the one we live in right now.

- Which is why we have to keep
the Black Hamptons Black.

- I hate to sound difficult,
but aren't our parents

and the powers that be
already handling this?

I mean, my dad just went to
a meeting about this earlier.

- Listen, I went
to that same meeting,

and I'm here to tell you
they ain't doing shit,

just a bunch of talking.

Yeah, but we ain't them.

No movement ever would have
gotten off the ground

if it wasn't
for young people like us.

We can't just wait around and
wait for something to happen.

We got power,
and we gotta use it.

Come on, Tyler, let 'em know.

A'ight, so here's the plan.

We gotta hit Eli Bradshaw
where it hurts the most,

his pockets.

Yes, sir.

- What's up, partner?
- What's happening?

So listen, man, what's--

what's so important we couldn't
talk about this on the phone?

- Man, shit is starting
to get ridiculous.

Alexander is steady
blowing me up.

- Oh, well, that's
no surprise actually,

'cause Aries' been
blowing me up all night.

Damn.

You think we should hire
two more guys?

- I don't know, maybe so, man,
'cause, you know,

typically when I come out
of the house,

Frenchie's right there,
but he's nowhere to be found.

- Man, what are
you talking about?

Listen, man, trust me.

I get in the car,
I'm driving down the road.

I can look
in the rearview mirror.

Frenchie's behind me somewhere.

But today, nowhere to be found.

- You know, he's probably
somewhere you can't see him.

Do you know what?
Let me give him a call.

Hey, yo, Frenchie.

Where you at, man?
Give me a call.

Man, he not answering.

Let me call Jimmy.

Yo, Jimmy, this is Mike.

Hit me up, man, as soon
as you get this message.

Man.

- What the hell's going on?
- Man, shit, I don't know,

but I'm starting to get
scared as shit.

- Where the hell
are these guys, man?

What, that's my phone?
- Yeah.

Bruh, with everything
that's going on,

I think you need
to answer that.

Bro, what do I say?

- Say whatever you have to
so we don't get killed, shit.

Hello?

Anthony.

This is Aries Cora.

You, Michael,
warehouse tonight, 8:00 p.m.

Don't fuck with me, Anthony.

Ah, man.

Here you go.

Can I get you anything else,
Mrs. Britton?

No, Tania.

This will be fine, thank you.
- Yes, ma'am.

I'll be right over there
in case you need me.

Have you been waiting long?

Not at all.

Oh, look at you.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Oh, and you as well, Moses.

You look so beautiful.

- Thank you.
Wow, you look--you look great.

Gosh, wow, have a seat.

Thank you.

Oh, my God, I'm--I--

um, I'm so glad that--

that everything worked out
for you.

Oh, I am too, thanks to you.

I was really surprised
when they told me

that you were the one
that supplied

the funds for my release.

I couldn't believe it.

- Half the funds.
I can't take all the credit.

- Well, listen,
I used to tell Carolyn

all the time
how fantastic you were--

I mean, in spite of the
differences that you guys had.

And I'm so glad that you
reconnected with my son

with Carolyn's approval.

Moses--

Ah.

Call me Dad, 'cause that's
what you used to call me.

Okay.

Dad, um, I just--

I just needed you to understand
that me aiding you

has nothing to do with you
or my, uh,

complicated relationship
with Carolyn.

It didn't?

Now see, I would have bet money
that you did this out of spite.

No, no.

I did it for Malcolm.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

His love for you is as strong
as the love I have for him.

Now, that is admirable.

Much respect and my--
my gratitude.

And I want you to know this,
I will never forget this, okay?

So let's catch up.

- Oh, yeah.
- Okay?

There's a lot of little things
that I want to be filled in on.

- What is it that you would
like to know, Moses?

I mean, Dad.

- I want to know everything.
- Mm-hmm.

- You've involved yourself
in quite a few things,

and I want to know the why,
the how,

and most importantly,
the price.

- Oh, well, now you're
talking my language.

I knew that I would.

Uh, excuse me,
can I get a tea, please?

- Yes, coming right up.
- Thank you.

And with some honey.
- Yes.

- Oh, yeah,
you still like honey, huh?

Ah, you know I like my honey.

- Always have.
- Always will.

- All right, come on, y'all.
We here.

- All right, Gabby,
so stay here, keep look out,

and make sure
nobody comes, okay?

What? I want to help.

- No!
Stay right here, a'ight?

We'll be back in five minutes.

Okay, so first,

we're gonna start
with the truck in the middle.

- Uh-huh.
- A'ight, cool.

You got the sugar
and everything?

- Oh, yeah, you know that.
- Bet.

You ready?
- Am I ready?

You know I stay ready.
Come on, man.

- Wait--
- A'ight, hold the fence.

Ty.

- Whoo.
- Come on, come on, man.

Hurry up.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Hurry up.

I'm too pretty for this.

- Let's go to that one,
that one.

How do you even know
sugar in the tank's gonna work?

- My grandfather
used to tell us stories

about this kind of stuff.

It's basic chemistry.

Come on.
- Okay.

- That's it. Come on.
Grab this, grab this.

- Get the drink.
Get the drink.

Hurry up!

Leave no evidence.

Here. Here, here, here.

It's leaking. It's leaking.

Hey, hold the fence, bro.

Got you. Got you.

- God damn, you're heavy.
- Whoo!

Grab the fence.

So what's next?

Protest.

Protest.

Let's go.

Ah, gentlemen.

Right on time.

- Mr. Cora,
how did you get in here--

- It doesn't matter
how I got in here.

We here.

And I think you know why.

The phones.

- Oh, we were just
as surprised as you were

to learn that the phones were
in Jamaica.

Were you now?

I seriously doubt that.

Uh, tell me,
just for the record,

were you also surprised

when you found out
that they didn't work?

- Of course.
I mean, it's one thing

to steal all of those phones

and ship them
to Jamaica overnight.

But it's another thing
to remove all of the tech

so they don't work.

These criminals, you know,

they're just getting crazier
and crazier.

I mean, it was bad
for Sydney Tech.

Real bad.

Oh, is that right?

- You know, gentlemen,
when I first met you,

I thought you were two of
the smartest men I'd ever met,

which is why I didn't hesitate
to invest in this venture.

But I never imagined

that you'd be dumb enough
to insult my intelligence.

So dumb.

- Whoa, whoa,
we would never do that.

Yes, you would.

Because I know
who stole the phones.

And they did not remove
any technology.

What the hell?

I mean, you know
who stole the phones?

- Well, well,
who the hell did it?

I did.

Lights.

Youstole our phones?

Well, you know, technically,

you can't steal that
which already belongs to you,

and those phones belong to me.

And the two of you tried
to play me.

Big mistake.

And do not be upset with them.

After all, we are
paying them five times

what you were paying them.

- Frenchie,
you two-faced bastard.

Ooh, name-calling.

Alexander.

- What the--
- Tell them to put

those damn things away.

It's not necessary.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

I'm here to see Mr. Johnson.

Well as you can see,

Mr. Johnson is in
a very important meeting.

- Tell them to put
the fucking guns away now.

Now this little meeting y'all
got going on is over with.

You and your son should leave.

- Me and my son are
not done yet.

And shouldn't your ass be
in jail somewhere?

I'm a free man.

Totally exonerated.

How the hell did that happen?

You gotta know people
in high places.

Mm-hmm.

And who the hell is this?

Come on now, Alexander.

Don't act like
you don't know who I am.

We have quite a few
mutual friends.

In fact, I was speaking
to someone earlier,

and, uh, your name came up.

Who would that be, Sims?

And here I was thinking

that you didn't
even know the man.

- Oh, he's very familiar
with me.

In fact, he's very familiar
with LC Duncan.

Aren't you, Alexander?

He sends his regards.

Having said that,

time for you to go.

- Let's go, son.
- But, Dad, the phones.

- Never mind the damn phones,
all right?

Damn things don't work anyway.

One more thing before I leave.

This partnership is over.

And I want every cent that
I've invested in this company

wired back into my account
by morning.

Every damn cent.

Anthony Johnson.

Moses Britton.

Pleased to meet you.

My daughter-in-law tells me
that I owe you one

for assisting in my release.