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- Who is this dude? Huh?
- This is my--

Her man, that's who.

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

- Mm.
- All you got to do is sign.

Remember that
private cooking class

you were telling me about?

- Guess we better go ahead
and get started then.

Yes!

You just make sure that

Moses stays put until this
conservatorship is handled

and the board votes,
you understand?

- How do you even know sugar
in the tank is gonna work?

- My grandfather used
to tell us stories

about this kind of stuff.

- So what's next?
- Protest.

Protest.

Turn the lights on!

- Well, good morning,
Dominique.

Good morning, Mrs. Britton.

Well, you look like
quite the tycoon today.

Well, thank you.

I bought this suit
especially for the occasion.

You do know what today is,
don't you?

Oh, yes, ma'am, I do.

Very exciting and
well deserved, if I may add.

- It is deserved, isn't it?
- Yes.

- You know, I have waited
for this for a long time.

And nothing is
going to spoil it.

Wait a minute, what is that?

I'm not quite sure, ma'am.

It sounds like some type
of fighting,

or perhaps an argument.

Well, find out.

Who knows,
maybe we'll get lucky

and the Johnsons' mugshot
will end up on Page Six.

As you wish.

Hell no, we won't go!

- Morning, honey.
- Hey, sweetie.

Where are the kids?

- Uh, you know what?
I'm not sure.

When I looked in the cameras,

they were already gone
by the time I came down.

Oh.

So maybe you need to follow me
back up them stairs.

- You know, you've been really
trying to make up for lost time

since we made up.

- Honey, we got two big,
grown-ass kids.

I got to take it
when I can get it.

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, come on and get it.
- Yes.

You hear that?

- It just sounds like
a whole bunch of yelling.

- No, I think maybe
we should go check that out.

- Boy, if you don't
follow me up these stairs

and mind your own
damn grown business,

now, we about to have
a problem again.

So come on.

Don't have to tell me twice.

Mm.

You really know how to put
a smile on a girl's face,

Mr. Britton.

- I really enjoy
spending time with you.

- Yeah, we do got good
chemistry, don't we?

I'll say.

Truthfully, I'm so glad
you came by last night.

- Mm-hmm.
- With the flowers.

I was starting to think
you weren't being serious

about what you said
on the yacht.

What did I say?

- You know,
what you said to Bobby Boyd

about me being your girl.

- Yeah, so about that.
Um...

Say less, Martin.

You're here.

And your actions have
spoken louder than any words.

My doubts
were my own insecurities.

Now, what can I make you
for breakfast?

Um, so look, I--

I would love to stay
and eat breakfast with you,

but I have some business
I have to take care of.

So I got to get out of here.

Okay?

Uh--

Already, though?

I mean, it's still early.

- Yeah, and I have an
important meeting in the city.

Um...

Do you--do you mind if
I take a shower here?

Sure.

- All right, thanks.
I'll be back, all right?

Okay.

Will I see you tonight?

No promises.

I got a lot on my plate,
Karrin.

Karrin?

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

- Guys, guys,
what are you doing?

Hey!
What the hell do I pay you for?

Do something!

- Jeez, Eli.
what do you want to do?

Run them over
with the forklift?

A bunch of kids.

Oh, jeez.

I got to take care
of everything.

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

- Settle down, everybody!
You got to move on!

We have work to do, okay?

Now time to go.
- Or what?

This is our neighborhood, man.
We not going anywhere.

- Oh, kid, you don't know
who you're fucking with.

You know that?

I--
- Mister.

You're the one who don't know
who you messin' with.

Ain't that right, guys?

- Right!
- Yeah!

- That's right. We're not
going anywhere, Mr. Bradshaw.

Nowhere.

- All right.
I'll just call the cops then.

They'll get you out of here.

Call 'em.

- Hell no!
all: We won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!
- You're going.

Hell no, we won't go!
- You're all going.

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Martin.

Yeah.

Martin, who is Karrin?

Who?

Who is Karrin?

You called me Karrin.

Really?

What--I said that?

Yeah, you did.

Wow, um...

well, first,
I want to say I'm sorry.

And Karrin, she's my ex.

Did you love her?

Do youlove her?

Honestly, I don't know.

Look, Adaora,
I really like you.

Just stop.

You can't loveher
and likeme.

You got to make up your mind.

You're right.

- Hi, Mrs. Britton.
- Oh, hi.

So have you heard?
We have protesters.

- Yes, I saw them
on the way in.

Are you sure
you want Jesse involved?

Things like this attract
a lot of media coverage.

Oh, he'll be all right.

His grandfather and I

were protesters
when we were his age.

You know, it builds character.

I'm just so happy that
somebody in this family

is showing a little backbone,
other than me.

Not like this little protest
is gonna do any good.

Unfortunately,
things are changing.

But thankfully,
after this meeting today,

I will be installed permanently
over the trust.

And the government,

we won't have any problem
with them anymore.

- Yeah, it's what
you've always wanted.

- Yes, it is.
- Hmm.

- I've asked Dominique
to pull the car around

so you and I can drive
into the city together.

Oh, actually, Mrs. Britton,

you'll be riding
into the city alone.

I won't be joining you.

What is this?

- It's my letter
of resignation,

effective immediately.

You're quitting now?

Mm-hmm.

- Kimberly,
I am about to take control

over the Britton trust.

Everything that you
and I have worked so hard for

these past five years is about
to be at our fingertips.

You are my right-hand woman.
Why would you leave now?

I got a better offer.

One that's more promising.

From who?

A former employer.

- Okay,
so I'll match his offer,

and then I'll add 20% on top.

Is that more promising?
- No.

I appreciate the gesture,
Mrs. Britton,

but this really isn't
about my salary.

It's about my peace of mind.

And my new employer,

just we're a better fit,
more aligned.

- Kimberly, you and I are both
very astute businesswomen.

And I know that
you have mastered

the art of negotiation.

So just tell me what
do you need to stay?

Do you want, what,
stock options?

You want a seven-figure salary?

What? You want your own damn
house in the Black Hamptons?

What is it?
- No, no.

Nothing that you are capable
of giving me, Mrs. Britton.

You have taught me so much
over the past five years.

And the most important
thing that you've shown me

is the importance of loyalty.

Or should I say,
the lack of loyalty.

- What the hell
are you talking about?

- It's nothing important,
but...

I'm sure
you'll figure it out soon.

Goodbye, Mrs. Britton.

Kimberly.

I don't know
where you're headed,

but you're going
to find out soon

that the grass isn't always
greener on the other side.

And baby, trust me.

Oh, you'll be back sooner
than later.

You're probably right.

But not in the capacity
that you think.

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!
- All right.

All right, all right.

Did you call in an emergency?
- I sure as hell did.

I want all these--

I want these hooligans
arrested.

Under what charges?

- I don't know, Sergeant.
But how about, uh, existing?

Oh, wow.

So what in the hell
is that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.
Just do your damn job.

They're all trespassing
and disturbing the peace.

- Mm.
- We're not even trespassing.

Or disturbing the peace.

We're conducting a peaceful,
non-violent protest

that's protected
by the Constitution.

Ever heard of it?

That's peaceful my ass.

- Hey! We have a right
to freely assemble!

- All right, sir.
Sir, I got it.

No one's getting arrested
here today, sir.

Do I have to call your boss?

- You can call
whoever you want to call.

These young people
are not trespassing.

To my right is your property.

To my left is owned
by the town of Sag Harbor.

Are we clear?
- Eli, go home!

Eli, go home!

Eli, go home!

Eli, go home!

- Okay, okay! They're standing
in front of my property, right?

- Yes, which is not
breaking the law.

And Mr. Bradshaw...

don't call 911 unless
you have an actual emergency.

Young people,
you can stay here, okay?

Do not block the vehicles

from coming in and out
of his property, that's all.

- Yes, sir.
- Are we clear?

Yes, sir.
- Thank you, Sergeant.

This isn't over.

- Oh, trust me.
It's over.

Shoot.

Eli, go home!

Eli, go home!

Eli, go home!
- Get back to work!

Eli, go home!

Eli, go home!

- You look absolutely gorgeous,
Ms. Britton.

- Well, thank you.
- Mm. You're welcome.

- I wish I could
go to the meeting.

- Mm.
You've already done enough.

Hey.

- Kim, you want to ride
to the meeting together?

I can't go with you anymore.

- What?
You're not going?

- No. I don't work
for Carolyn anymore.

I just gave your mother
my letter of resignation.

Um, all righty, then, I'm--

I'm gonna go make sure our son
doesn't get arrested.

- Yeah.
Thanks, baby.

What's going on, Kim?
What did mother do now?

Nothing that's unexpected.

But I'm fine.
Everything's good.

- I'm not.
I don't want you to leave.

I need you.

Weneed you.

Does Martin know about this?

No, it just happened.

- You want me to go in
and talk to Mother?

- No.
This was all my decision.

- With everything that's
going on with my dad,

can't we work this out?

- This chapter of my life
is over.

But it's for the best.

You'll see.

I love you.

I love you too.

Hey, Kim.

What's going on with Kim?

And who car is that?

She just quit.

What?

She just quit?

She can't quit, bro.
She's family.

Yeah.

And she still quit.

And to be honest, Martin,
I completely understand her.

Mother is out of control.

And it's all your fault.

- Malcolm,
how is this my fault?

- Because you sold me out
to Mother

about our plan
to get Dad out of prison.

Malcolm, yo.

You chose her over him.

No, I did not!

And this is not my fault!

It is.

Can't run from the truth,
Martin.

It follows you.

- Hey, look at his face, man.
He looks pissed.

- Hey, good luck
starting that tractor!

- I think
we really did something,

putting that sugar
in that gas tank.

We got to
figure something else out

before he flushes it out
and gets him back to work.

- That's why we got to
keep him on his toes.

All right,
everybody know what to do?

- Yeah. You ready?
- What we say, y'all?

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

Keep the Black Hamptons Black!

That was incredible.

- You're amazing, baby.
- No, you are amazing.

I don't think there's
anything in the world

I enjoy more than I enjoy you.

- Not even those bacon-wrapped
lamb chops that we had

on the Britton boat that time

that you're always
talking about?

Wow,

Now that you mention it, uh,
that was close.

I would definitely
go with the lamb chops.

Oh, boy, come on.

Oh, shit.

- Come on, I didn't hit
you that hard, baby.

- No, I just remembered
I got to get out of here.

Oh.

Good luck with that.

- Because, you know,
it's Labor Day weekend.

And that traffic is
going to be a mess.

Yeah, it is.

Go on and get dressed.

- You can't say get
dressed like that

because I'm not gonna
want to get dressed.

Get on out of here.

- All right, fine.
Let's just talk about it later.

Oh, hey,
what's going on, Gabby?

I just spent the past hour

trashing Eli's
real estate agent, Inez,

and her company
with bots that Tyler designed.

We're over 100,000 views.

Nobody is gonna want
to work with her.

Hey, that's dope.

Come Tuesday morning,
Bradshaw Development's

gonna have more
environmental complaints

than any other company
in Long Island.

We even got him
on burrowing owls

and rare box turtles
being killed.

Yeah.

- Peter might take him out
before we do.

Eli Bradshaw's going down,

and he's not going to know
what hit him.

- Yo, I'm in.
- What'd you do?

- I hacked the Bradshaw
Development's websites,

and I tied them to a random
neo-Nazi organization.

- You really are
your father's son.

Hey, Lenny.

How's my favorite attorney
in the whole, wide world?

We get final approval
from the town

on that demolition permit yet?

Whoa, Lenny.
What the hell, man?

Of course I know you're Jewish.
Hell, I'm half Jewish.

- Wait, Tyler, if you
have access to his site,

you have access to his
email distribution list.

You're a genius.

- I didn't send out
any emails!

I mean--no, no, none of
this stuff is true, okay?

Come on, let's talk.

Lenny?

Lenny?

Son of a bitch.

- We officially
ambushed his ass.

Yes.

You know...

you and I make a good team,
Gabrielle Johnson.

I agree, Jesse Britton.

So where's Tania?

I haven't seen her
in a few days.

- Oh, I think she was
just at work right now.

Her boss said that

she had to work extra
overtime hours for Labor Day.

Hey, honey.

what's--
- Don't honey me.

What's the matter?

- I just picked Henry up
from day camp,

and they told me
he can't come back.

- C'mon,
what are you talking about?

We pay them $2,000 a month.

I don't think they care, Eli.

The director kept spewing
something about their policies

on diversity and inclusion,

and that they have a zero
tolerance policy on racism.

- Son of a bitch.
It's got to be those kids.

- Fix it!
- Oh, "fix it."

Yeah, fix it.

You're not so tough

when you don't have your
friends around, are your kid?

- I'm just
a peaceful protester.

That is bullshit.

I know what you did
to my construction equipment

and my website.

- I have no idea what you're
talking about, Mr. Bradshaw.

Oh, yeah, you do.

And you know what, that's not
what pisses me off the most.

It's what you did to my kid.

He loves that frickin' camp.

- Like I said, I have no clue
what you're talking about.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to go.

- No, you listen to me.
- Whoa, whoa. Hey.

Listen to me.

- Hey, you don't want
to do that.

- No, you don't want to
do what you've been doing.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey.

What the hell are you doing
putting your hands on my kid?

- Well, your troublemaking kid
and his pain-in-my-ass friends

are committing criminal acts
against me and my company.

And I'm here to
put them on notice

that I'm not taking that.

What is that, a threat?

I didn't think so.

This ain't over, boy.

- Hey.
- Boy?

That's the last time

you're going to call
a Black man a boy.

You understand me?

What was that?

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Hey, ladies.
You look beautiful.

I'll be right with you, okay?

Hi, ladies. How's everything?

The wine? See?
I told you it was good.

Oh, thank you.

Are we ready for some dessert?
- Oh, absolutely.

- Yeah? Okay. We have
a really good peach cobbler.

- Ooh!
- Perfect.

Everything's okay over here?

Awesome.
So I'll be right back.

I'm going
to get you guys some menus

so we can get started
with the entrees

and then get some dessert,
okay?

Awesome.

T.

- Peter, you can't keep
showing up at my job like this.

- I know.
I just needed to talk to you.

- What's that?
- What?

This.

Peter, please don't tell me
you signed that contract.

You told your dad
you weren't going to do it.

Look, I did this formy dad

so he can have a roof over his
head at money in the bank.

- Does your dad know
about this?

No, I decided to wait

until after Labor Day weekend
to tell him.

Look, I want to enjoy
my weekend in peace.

And besides,
I wanted to talk to you first.

Look, T, I'm about to go on the
most amazing ride of my life.

And...

I want you to take it with me.

- Oh!
- Girl!

Will you marry me?

Oh, my God.

- Hello, ladies and gentlemen.
It is now 5:00.

I see that everyone is here.
So please, let's begin.

Actually, Mother, it's 4:50.

Let's give them ten minutes.
No need to rush things.

Well, if you insist, Malcolm.

I mean, after all,
you are the president and CEO.

For now.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Oh!

Okay, before you start.

- Oh, yeah. Okay.
- Yes.

Mm.

Let me help you.
Now twist.

- Okay. Okay, so this way.
- Okay, salt.

No, keep going.
You need that flavor.

Ooh.

It is the moment of truth.

Are you ready?

These look pretty good.

Don't be scared.

Don't be scared.

Okay.

How is it?

Oh, heaven.

Oh!

That tastes like heaven.

You are so funny, Anthony.

- Sydney's not going to believe
I made this.

- Didn't you tell me that
you cook for her all the time?

- Yeah, no,
but this is special.

Why?

- Oh, I mean, I don't know.
I just--

I really want her
to be impressed.

Mm.

Okay.

Aren't you
a really good father?

And you take care
of your family?

Well, yeah, but, you know...

when I think of impressed...
- Mm?

- I think of putting in
the extra effort

to do something special that's
really gonna make her smile.

You know, in addition
to these cooking lessons, I--

I even write her poetry.

- You write poetry?
- Well, I write herpoetry.

Matter of fact,
I took singing lessons.

Mm-hmm?

- I even tried
to play the guitar.

Whatever her needs and desires
are, nothing else matters.

- Well, she sounds like
one lucky woman.

You're one hell of a guy,
Anthony Johnson.

Is there any more
from where you came from?

Well, let me meet this man.

- Well, actually,
you already met him.

It's my boy, Mike.

No, no, no, no, no.

- What?
- No!

- Why?
- No!

- What's wrong with Mike?
- Okay, look.

Don't get me wrong.

He's a really nice guy.

But he is corny as hell.

Okay, see?

Mm-mm.

- That's the problem
with y'all.

You think that it's--
it's got to be Prince Charming.

But Prince Charming is only
in fairy tales and the movies.

There are real kings
in real life

if you open your eyes
and your heart.

Mm.

- What was--oh, when that
song came out, bruh,

they played that shit
at the club, man, people--

oh, I know that--hey--
no--no.

Is that who think it--
hey, you know what, dawg?

I think this the first time

I ever seen you outside
of your uniform.

Real facts.

- That's nice.
- Mm-hmm.

- You know,
I'm minding my own business,

and here come
three ugly ballerinas,

scaring the fish.

Come on.

Come on, Sarge.

Listen,
I just saw you over there.

Man, I thought
I'd come over, say hi.

Figured you might
want to say thank you.

Say thank you for what?

- Come on, Sarge, a little
gratitude never hurt nobody.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

How does it feel being
a new home owner?

- What the hell are
you talking about, man?

- I'm talking about your house.
- What about my house?

Oh, see, I threw that in

as part of Pete deal
with Team BTB.

Mm-hmm.

- Wait a minute--wait.
Pete ain't say nothing?

Pete ain't say nothing?
- Pete ain't said a word.

- Pete ain't said shit.
I can't believe that.

I can't believe that.

- You think I'm just
going to let y'all bait me

into some dumb shit?

I know my son.
He hasn't signed anything.

- Oh, you see that's
where you're wrong, Sarge.

Mm-hmm.

- Good old Pete signed that
damn contract quickyesterday.

- Real quick.
- Hell, even had it notarized.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it's sitting on my desk.

What?

Listen, Peter Lane is now
the newest member of Team BTB.

Now, listen, don't you worry.

We're gonna have
a big-ass press conference.

Man, we gonna do that Monday,
down at the local dock,

right after the Labor Day
parade, man.

It's going to be lit!
It's going to be lit, Sarge.

We got everybody coming.
I got the mayor coming.

- Right, right.
- Uh, who else? Anybody else?

The chief.

- Your boss gonna
be there too, man.

So you gotta come through.

- Oh, you got
a vivid imagination.

What time does
the circus leave?

I see you got your shirts on.

- You know what?
Truth is, man,

there ain't nothing we can do
with a bitter, old man

that's looking for a fight
when the fight,

it's already over, man.

He just need to hear the bell
so that he can know he lost.

- Here you go.
Ding, ding, ding!

You a fool, man.
That's cold as shit.

But it's true.
It's true.

We gotta get out of here, man.
So, hey, I'll see you Monday.

Get your dinner now.
- All right.

- He ain't' catching nothing.
- Come on, let's go, man.

We gotta go, we gotta go,
we gotta go, we gotta go.

Yo, I just saw Bobby Boyd.

Man, either he's lost his damn
mind or you've lost yours.

Give me a call.
All right?

Chumps.

- Well, if it's okay with you,
Malcolm,

I would like to begin.

I think that you will
be pleased with the results.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a
lot to cover in the next hour.

And as you know,
the Labor Day weekend traffic

back to the Hamptons
can be ridiculous.

So please, let's begin.

The documents in front of you
are copies of applications

that I submitted to the FCC
to permanently assume control

over Amistad Trust,
effective immediately.

I've also included the
business plan that our new CEO,

Malcolm Britton,
will implement,

taking Amistad Bank and Trust
into the future

and doubling our revenue
in the next five years.

Is this for real?

You're going to give me
complete autonomy

of the mortgage acquisitions?

Yes, son.

You have done
a great job so far.

And I only expect
that you would

do even better in the future.

And what about you, Leslie?

As a 2% shareholder of Amistad,

how do you feel
about taking over the trust?

- Uh, well, Carolyn, there is
no denying that you have--

- Great. As you see, my niece,
my son, and myself,

we are all ready
to move forward.

And we are in step that this
is the best plan for the bank.

Don't you agree, Malcolm?

- Yes, Mother,
we certainly are.

- It's a little past
5:00 already.

I'm sure the meeting's
already gotten started.

Good.

We'll have their undivided
attention when we walk in.

- Moses, are you sure
you want to do this this way?

There's still time
for me to get up there

and get this thing stopped
before it even gets started.

We've got to do it this way.

It's the only way my wife

is going to learn
her damn lesson.

- I understand,
but if we ambush Carolyn,

it could set her off like
a cornered rat.

That sounds fantastic.

Nobody can mindfuck Carolyn
like I can.

Would you excuse me, please?

I told you to only call me
if it's an emergency.

I'm about to make
your hard work pay off.

- Yeah, well,
you better make it quick

because your husband just
pulled up with Jeffrey Bowen.

What did you just say?

- You heard exactly
what I said, Carolyn.

Moses and Jeffrey are about
to walk into the building.

And from what I estimate,

you got about ten minutes
to wrap this shit up.

So let's get it signed.
- Shit.

Okay, so if there are
no further questions,

I move that we vote.

What the hell, Inez?
You scared the crap out of me.

I thought you were one
of those kid protesters.

What is it?

I don't have time
for a lot of BS right now,

so let's make it quick, okay?

- Well, it's not a great time
for me either, Eli.

I'm losing business
because of you.

- Uh...
what the hell are you--

are you drinking the same
Kool-Aid as Lenny?

What, are you going to call me
a neo-Nazi right now?

- I don't know
anything about that.

But whatever you're doing,

it's suddenly
affecting mybusiness,

and I need it to stop.

Real estate is
a service industry, Eli,

and I have a
reputation to uphold.

Okay, relax, Inez.

Don't worry about your
precious reputation, okay?

These things happen.
We just have to wait them out.

All right? My father went
through the same thing

when he was selling brownstones
in Harlem.

- I don't have time
to wait it out.

I told you
this little plan of yours

to take over the Black Hamptons
was going to backfire.

And now look at it.

- Yeah, okay, I don't need
your cynicism right now, okay?

My plan is solid.

And if need be,
I can wait these people out

for ten years if I have to.

- Well, I can't.
Consider yourself my ex-client.

- Okay, so you don't want
to work with me anymore.

That's fine.
That's fine.

Because realtors
are like a dime a dozen.

I'll have ten top-notch agents

knocking down my door
by end of day.

Bye, Inez.

Don't let the gate hit you in
the ass on the way out, honey.

Bye-bye.

Thank you for your vote.

Thank you so much.

It's going to be great,
I promise you.

Yes.

Now, son...

Mwah.

- Uncle Moses.
- Dad.

Sorry I'm late.

I've been away for so long

that I forgot how bad
the traffic was from Manhattan.

I didn't miss anything
important, did I?

Not at all, Moses.

We're just wrapping up
our business for the day.

- And what business
would that be, Carolyn?

- Well, the board just approved
my permanent appointment

as administrator
for the Britton Trust.

So you're too late, Moses.

Too late for what, Carolyn?

- To stop my appointment,
that's what.

- Now, why would I
stop the appointment?

You've been amazing
in my absence.

You're gonna get everything
that you deserve.

Congratulations on your
appointment, sweetheart.

Oh, congratulations?

Yes.

Congratulations, baby.

Now if you don't mind,

I'm gonna take my boys out
for a night on the town.

And your niece.

Yes, and my niece.

Now, you all are welcome
to join us if you like.

We're going to Bowery Steak
and Seafood for dinner.

Are you coming, Carolyn?

Thank you, but no.

I have work to do.

Carolyn, Carolyn, Carolyn,
the ultimate workaholic.

I'll see you tonight, baby.

- See you later.
- Mm-hmm.

Anthony.

You can't have lamb chops
without vegetables.

Of course not.

Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

And hey.

Don't forget what I said,
all right?

I'm serious now.
Take a chance.

- Look, I--I really appreciate
your advice,

but I have to be honest.

I've had my eye on someone else
since I've been here.

- Really?
- Mm.

- Okay, that's great.
Who?

You.

Oh, listen.

Whoa.

Um...

look, I'm flattered,
but I'm a married man.

So?

It sounds like a her problem,
not mine.

Alyssa.

Okay, all right, all right.

Anthony?

- Oh, shit.
Um...

Syd, hey, hey.

Hey, sweetheart,
this is not what it looks like.

- Oh, no?
Then what the hell is it?

- It looks like
there's trouble in paradise.

You bitch!

Hey, hey, hey.

- Don't you ever try to
come at my husband again!

Hey, hey, hey.

- What do you
think you're doing?

Let me go!

Syd, it wasn't my fault.

Syd, I'm sorry.

Hey, it wasn't my fault.
Come on.

Baby, it wasn't my fault!

- Okay, hold on,
hold on, hold on.

Hello?

- Well, sis,
our little plan worked.

Anthony has no clue.

And that bitch, Sydney?

She has no idea
what's in store for her.

Bye-bye, Sydney.

- Did you see her dress,
though?

- Yeah.
- Did you see her dress?

- You gonna hook
us up with men.

- I saw Moses
and his crew leaving.

I'm gonna assume things
didn't go too well.

Actually, it was fine.

I got control of the trust.

Really?

But that would be
a good thing, right?

Ordinarily, it would be.

- Okay, then why are you
looking so disturbed, Carolyn?

- Because that bastard,
Moses...

he was way too calm
and way too accommodating.

Oh, he is up to something.

And trust me, whatever it is,

it is not going to be good
for yours truly.

Don't be surprised
if you hear about me

floating in the ocean.

I'm serious.

Just like I said, bro,

it's the last time
they gon' mess with us.

Hey, what's up baby?

What?
Wait, slow down, slow down.

All right, hold one second.

What are you talking about?

No, that's not even
how it went down!

No!

What are you fucking
talking about?

All right!
Well, then it's over!

All right, then!

Jesse!

Jesse!

- I'm going to be right back,
y'all.

What are you doing out here?
- I was looking for Jesse.

He seemed upset.

He's probably fine.

It's probably something dealing
with Tania or something.

Just come on back to the party.
- No.

We have to go look for him.

He didn't seem like
he was in a good space.

- Ugh.
Jesus, okay.

Suit yourself. I'm going
to go back to this party.

Just make it quick, all right?

Jesus.

Oh, my God!

- Wait, wait!
Gabby, what's wrong?

What's wrong? What's wrong?
- It's a body!

It's a body!
- Oh, shit.

- Help!
- Help, help!

- Go, go!
Gabby, go!

Help!

Turn the lights on!