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[FBI agent] Everybody up.

Everybody up.

[tense music playing]

Ma'am, I need you to get up.

Don't you see I'm in a wheelchair?

Oh, so you can't walk?

She can walk.

[FBI agent] Ma'am, I need you up.

[Olivia] Look, look, I just left the hospital to be here.

I can't just jump up and put my boots on the ground.

-Okay. Work with me. -Oh!

Wait a minute, that hurts!

-Then put your hands in front. -Damn it, you're hurting me!

Don't make us do this the hard way.

Make it the hard way.

The hard way would be running yo ass over.

I would really suggest that you all be real quiet right now.

This motherfucker actually turned state's evidence.

As I keep advising yo ass.

-You're not my father, bro. Shut up. -No, no, your father just set you up.

And you walked right into it with yo stupid ass.

Now shut up.

[Norman] Come on with this shit.

I'll be out of here in 24 hours.

I know judges.

Oh, you don't know shit.

I know if you don't have that money by Friday,

they coming for you.

And prison can't keep 'em out.

Oh, go to hell.

[tense music continues]

What the fuck is wrong with you, man?

-This is some bullshit. -[Olivia] Give him life!

[Norman] Boy, you about to be glad I'm cuffed.

I'm not being arrested?

No.

But do you wanna be?

I… I… [clears throat] Mm.

-You know what? -No.

You gotta learn to listen to what's being said.

Stupid ass son of mine.

Really?

As low as you are to me right now?

I know one thing--

All I know is that you are going to jail.

And all I know is…

You can take her now.

They still need that money, Charles.

And if you don't have it by Friday,

you see that little investigation that might

or might not have been a call I made?

Well, we'll just say, uh, they might have some real evidence.

What are you talking about?

Yo mama.

Take her away.

Do you really wanna talk here, Charles?

Get me the money!

[tense music continues]

[music fades]

[cell phone ringing]

-[keypad beeps] -Hello?

So?

[Alex] Yeah, nothing yet.

Okay, well, call me when you hear something.

Yeah, I got you.

[Rain] 'Cause Kimmie has not been calling me.

Soon as I know something, I'll let you know.

[Rain] And, Alex,

please watch her.

I'll take care of her.

-Okay. -["I Got The Stacks" by Hatin Toney plays]

What the hell?

♪ I get the dollars… ♪

Are you serious?

Angel!

-[music stops] -What?

You just haven't learned your lesson, have you?

Leave me alone.

Okay, fine.

Stupid.

Shit, he's putting me out anyway. Might as well enjoy this shit while I can.

[scoffs] Okay.

If you say so.

But this is the wrong move.

Where the hell you going?

I'm about to get ready to go to my club.

You actually bought that raggedy-ass club?

Yes, I did.

And I need to go and get there early so we can set up,

and I'll let everybody know I bought that raggedy-ass club.

Holy… Yeah, I don't ever wanna step foot in that shitty-ass place again.

You say that now,

but when he put you out, I'mma have the stage ready for you.

[chuckling] Yeah, shit.

[laughing] He gonna put you out.

Bye, Rain.

I'm just sayin'.

Bye!

♪ I get the dollars ♪

♪ I get the stacks ♪

-♪ I get the money ♪ -♪ I get the money ♪

-♪ I get the racks ♪ -♪ I get racks ♪

♪ I get the dollar, dollar, dollars ♪

-♪ I get the stacks ♪ -♪ Stacks, stacks, stacks ♪

[music ends]

Well, that was somethin'.

[chuckling] Yeah.

I love playing chess.

And you play that game very well.

Yeah, but…

But what?

Doesn't it all seem a little too easy?

We went to the feds, so you're good.

I mean, yeah, but--

Yeah, but what?

[tense music playing]

I knew it.

Can someone enlighten me?

I knew that you

are a lot more like me than anyone ever could've imagined.

Kimmie here thinks like me.

She's a diamond with many facets, many sides.

So you think they may find a way out of this?

No.

But you can never be too sure.

See, Norman, in his stupidity,

has moments of brilliance.

And he knows a lot of judges who will help him.

Federal ones?

Well, I hope this sticks.

Are you sure this is airtight?

I looked at it every way I could.

Speaking of tight…

is it true what Roy said about you and Charles being--

Mr. Bellarie.

[Mallory] Mm.

You need to just tell him the truth.

Yes.

And I'm sorry, sir.

Why?

I'm sorry because--

No, why are you fucking him?

[tense music continues]

Go ahead, you sick son of a bitch.

Tell me what… what you're sorry about.

[Varney] I'm sorry,

because you should have known.

You disgust me.

Well, it… it's been a long day.

I have contractors at my house, I need to get to them,

so I need to get home.

Varney, you'll take me home.

Sure.

Thank you, sir.

-I'll see you tomorrow. -I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, why don't we just call it a day?

-'Cause I can tell you're pissed. -You have no idea.

Horace, it's not that big of a deal.

You have a lot to learn still, I see.

Don't get so arrogant that you think the little shit that I taught you

was a mountain of knowledge.

I wasn't thinking that.

I just wanna know why you feel this way.

What way do I feel, Kimmie?

Enlighten me.

You're really bothered by this. I can tell.

Oh, so now you're a former stripper who's now a therapist.

Okay, Horace.

I can see you don't wanna talk about this. I get it.

[R&B beat playing]

[Trackson] Hey, man.

[Alex] Hello.

Where are you?

I've been driving around looking for you.

Yeah, I'm at my post waiting for Kimmie.

What, did she change it? 'Cause I went there.

Nah, but there's a bunch of FBI agents here right now.

What?

Yeah, here at the building.

What are they doing there?

I'm not sure, but this all looks real strange.

I'm on my way.

Yeah, a'ight.

Man, what the hell?

-[Trackson] What? -I'm not liking what I'm seeing, man.

FBI agents are bringing out Norman,

Jules,

Olivia, and Roy.

[dramatic music playing]

What the hell is happening right now?

[Trackson] Wait, wait, what?

They got Jules?

Yeah, I'm looking at him right now.

[Trackson] I'm coming, man.

[police radio chatter]

[distant siren wailing]

[ethereal music playing]

[Alex] Sir.

Don't you fucking "sir" me.

What can I do? How can I help?

You've done enough.

-All right, let's go. -I don't know what you mean.

-Yo. What the hell is happening here? -Yeah, man, I don't even know.

-You take care of that. -I got it, I got it, I got it.

[Trackson] I got it.

-Hey. Hey. -[Jules grunting]

[Trackson exhales]

-Yo, what was that about? -Nothing, man.

Let's get up there and see what happened.

[ignition starts]

[Trackson] Shit!

-I'll tell Alex to get the car. -We'll take my driver.

[Horace sighs]

[Charles] Dad, can I talk to you?

What?

I'mma head to the car.

Hey, I'm not talking to him.

[Kimmie] Just talk to him.

He looks pathetic.

He is pathetic.

Horace, talk to your son.

Who are you to tell me to talk to him?

Your wife.

[tense music playing]

[breathes deeply]

Don't you wanna know what I want?

[tense music continues]

[exhales shakily]

Dad, Mom wants me to get this money, or she…

Or she what?

Okay, I… I did something really bad,

and she's gonna give the evidence to the police.

What… what…

What did you do?

It was really bad, okay? I--

Nigga, I asked you what you did.

I had some… some strippers at the house, and--

You cannot be fucking serious.

Better question is…

are you still fucking my attorney?

Dad, I…

[tense music continues]

Okay, yes. Yes.

We have been…

Yeah.

How long?

Dad, I just don't…

How long?

It's about 11, 12 inches. I don't know. I haven't count--

You think this is a fucking joke?

Huh?

Huh?

Dad, I'm gay. It is really not the end of the world.

[softly] Oh.

It's the end of your world.

Dad, if I don't get this money…

Dad, please, okay? Please.

Well, get it from Attorney Varney.

He doesn't have that kind of money.

Well, then…

it looks like you're shit out of luck.

[tense music continues]

-Man, we should've took the stairs. -What?

It's 20 floors. No way.

Man, this shit's crazy.

[ominous music playing]

[elevator dinging]

Officer Alex…

are you with me? Hm?

Yeah, man.

I mean, like, are you really, really with me?

What are you saying to me?

Well…

[elevator clanks]

[elevator buzzes]

What is it?

You lied and you betrayed me.

-Are we really doing this right now? -Yeah, we are.

Stop it, man. This is serious. We need to get up there and see--

-You need to stop with this bullshit. -Stop this shit. This is serious!

You fucking betrayed me!

[Alex groaning]

[both grunting]

[elevator creaking]

[Trackson yelps]

[elevator dinging]

-[Trackson grunting] -[Alex groans]

[elevator buzzes]

[Alex grunting]

[Alex breathing heavily]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Alex grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[footsteps receding]

[door buzzes]

[Jules scoffs]

Okay. Hmm.

-I see what's happening here. -Have a seat.

[Roy grunts]

[door buzzing]

[tense music playing]

[door closes]

Why the hell we in here?

You don't learn.

Learn what?

To shut up.

Nigga, who do you think you talking to?

He's talking to the little bitch that you are.

[Roy] Hmm.

One, watch that "bitch" word,

and two, like I said, Unc, I will beat yo ass.

Did you notice you got cuffs on? [chuckling]

[Olivia] Oh, just… just stop it.

Stop it and shut the hell up.

You shut up.

-I'll slap yo dick out of yo mouth. -You all are just like children.

[tense music continues]

I'mma get you.

Do you know what they're doin'?

Huh?

I'm a cop,

and I know exactly what they're doing.

You don't know shit.

You always think you know some shit. You don't know shit.

And you ain't shit.

-Is that right? -That's right.

They right there…

right behind that glass,

watching us.

Trying to figure out…

which one of us is the weak link.

[tense music continues]

Why the fuck you looking at me?

[ethereal music playing]

You sure are quiet.

He's gonna fire me.

He's not gonna fire you for sleeping with his son.

Yes, he will.

[Mallory] No, he's not.

He's gonna have you murdered.

[dramatic sting]

[Varney exhales]

No, I'm just kidding.

-[scoffs] Mallory… -You need to relax.

-That's not funny. -[splutters] It--

How the hell can I relax?

I worked my ass off to get to this point.

Yeah, you just got him out of some deep shit.

I'm sure he'll be grateful.

I don't know.

Trust me.

-I'll go talk to him about it. -Don't do that, please.

See, that's what I'm-- You need to relax.

'Cause all this back-and-forth is real bitch-like.

-Mallory… -[Mallory] What?

I'mma get out, let you drive yourself.

I'm gonna take a rideshare. Better yet, I'll walk.

-You gonna walk? -Yeah.

That's what you not gonna do.

What you gonna do is take me home.

'Cause I just got you out of some bullshit,

and I got you out of that office from being grilled to dust.

So you can sit here and be all up in your feelings

about sleeping with his son.

You go ahead and do that.

What you not gonna do is get out of this car.

You gonna take me home,

we gonna sit in this car together,

and I'mma talk the whole way,

bitch.

[tense music continues]

[Varney scoffs]

Look, all we need to do

is not say a word and get our lawyers.

All right?

We should call them.

I've talked to McGinnis.

Good.

For me.

You bitches gotta get your own lawyer.

He ain't representin' you.

Norman…

Look, motherfucker, you know what they did to me at that hospital. Huh?

-Norman-- -You covered it up.

-They setting us up! -[Norman] Shut up!

And you're making it easy for 'em.

So just shut yo ass up.

[door buzzes, opens]

[tense music continues]

Hello, everyone.

[door closes]

I'm Agent Paul.

Lawyer.

You don't wanna hear what I have to say?

[Olivia] Lawyer.

[ominous music playing]

Does that go for all of you?

Yes.

So you're the spokesperson.

No, she don't… she don't speak for me.

[Paul] Hmm.

How about you?

Fuck off.

Okay.

Well, I've got some good news and I've got some bad news.

The bad news is, we've got a whole mountain of evidence against all of you.

And you're gonna need a team of lawyers to get you out of this mess.

Are you done?

No.

The good news is, I'm here to offer you a deal.

A one-time get-out-of-jail-free card to one person.

Just one.

To whoever calls my office first.

And the rest of you…

are gonna be in here for a very, very long time.

How's Ray?

Ray?

Your boss.

Yeah.

He's good.

You… you may wanna tell him that I'm in here.

How do you know him?

Well, it's how he knows me that you should be concerned about.

Right.

Well, you all have 24 hours to contact my office.

No, I won't be here for 24 hours.

And why is that? You a… You're a threat to yourself?

[chuckling] No.

I'm not a threat to myself.

So you're saying you're a threat to me?

No, I would never say that. [chuckles]

See, that… that'd be like saying that, uh, I'm a killer

when I know I'm not.

Right.

Well, you all have my offer.

Look forward to hearing from you guys.

-[door buzzes] -Shall we?

[tense music playing]

[door closes]

Norman, don't say another word.

I don't have to, nigga. You heard what I said.

Yeah.

Every word.

Yeah.

So… are we doing this?

Not here.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Are y'all leaving me out of somethin'?

-Stop with your paranoia. -I ain't paranoid.

Ma, they got a plan.

Yeah.

Uh-huh. I'm looking at 'em.

Look, if y'all think I'm gonna take the fall for this shit…

y'all's out your damn mind.

Do you see this?

I get it.

Here we have the weak link.

You can call me whatever you want.

Like I said, I ain't taking the fall for this shit.

So you gonna flip?

You damn right.

[Roy] Yo!

-Roy-- -[Roy] Yo!

-Roy-- -Fuck this shit. No, fuck this shit, Mom.

-Yo! -Roy!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Brother, brother, hey.

I need to speak to the man. The white man, I need to speak to him.

Sir?

The white man that was just in here, can you please take me to him?

[tense music continues]

Let's go.

Come on.

[door buzzes]

-Little bitch. -[door closes]

I know y'all got a plan.

But if you motherfuckers leave me in here,

I'm going nuclear.

Baby, this is Thursday evening.

You won't be around long enough to go nuclear.

Now, they can come and get you,

even in this jail.

[tense music continues]

Put the partition up.

[breathes deeply]

So he's been fucking my son.

-Horace… -And you knew it.

Just like I clocked you.

Kimmie.

What? I did.

Why does that bother you so much?

Are you kidding me?

No, I'm not. Tell me.

This man is handling all my legal matters,

and he's in the damn bed with my son.

It's highly conflicting.

[Kimmie] Mm.

Yeah, but…

But what?

It's only conflicting if they're not on good terms. [chuckles]

Kimmie…

You just need to relax, okay?

We have so many other things to worry about.

Such as?

All of this shit.

Well, I can chew gum and fuck a nigga up at the same time.

You are really serious right now.

Yes.

He was solid.

Varney really helped you out. You're the one that told me to trust him.

I know. That was before I knew all this shit.

They have been at it for a while.

Which makes it worse.

Okay. All right.

Kimmie…

if this man can look me straight in the face and lie to me,

then he's capable of doing all sorts of things to protect himself.

You can only trust someone as far as you can truly see them.

Well…

I think it's a little more than that. [exhales]

What?

Horace…

you're gay.

Or bi, or whatever. It's okay.

Like, let's… let's be honest with each other.

Charles has had more freedom than you did.

[hesitating] And I…

I think you're jealous.

Jealous?

Yes. And it's understandable.

You probably feel like you've lost all this time.

You're older now, you…

You nearly died, you're starting to explore…

Just be gay. [scoffs]

What?

[chainsaw buzzing]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Come out here!

-Hey. -Wait, what are you still doing here?

You said you'd be finished this morning.

My bad. All right? My guys are out back finishing up.

We're getting everything cleaned up.

Well, good.

You wanna see the work?

If it's done right, then I don't need to see it.

Okay.

You can get out of my house. Now.

[tense music playing]

Uh…

Did I stutter?

[scoffs] All right, we just need to get paid.

What?

Your husband said if we worked around the clock to get you back in,

then he would pay me in cash, today.

Do I look like my husband?

No. But can you call him?

He's in jail.

So you're not getting paid. Get out.

[scoffs] I… I'm sorry. I don't think you understand.

I don't think you understand what the hell I just said.

There's the front door.

Bye.

Paco, wrap it up.

Yes, Paco. Thank you.

And if y'all don't hurry up, I'm gonna call ICE.

And if y'all took anything, I'mma send your mama across the border too,

Paco.

[tense music continues]

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Not bad.

Look, I know this family has a tendency to not pay or play fair, so…

You need to get out of my house.

Not until I get paid.

[tense music playing]

[Mallory exhales]

How much does he owe you?

The invoice is right there.

-I'll cut you a check. -That ain't gonna work.

-Cash. Now. -What you mean? It's late. This isn't a--

Well, I guess you got yourself a new roommate then.

Okay.

Cool. You gonna sit right there?

-I'mma sit right here. -I love it when a nigga disrespects me.

Sip up, motherfucker. Sip up.

Sip.

[tense music continues]

[cell phone ringing]

[Alex sighs]

-It's not a good time. -[Mallory] I need you. This isn't a ask.

I have a man sitting in my house right now that won't leave!

-[Alex] What? -Yes.

All right, I'll call Whitman.

No, I want you to handle it.

[Alex] I'm an hour or two away.

-I can't. I'll call Whitman. -You know what? Just shut the hell up.

[Alex sighs]

[hip-hop music blasting on stereo]

[thumping]

[Horace] Close the door!

[knocking]

[hip-hop music continues]

How you doing, sir? Thank you.

-I'm so sorry, ma'am. -[sighs]

-[Kimmie] Yeah. -I'm so sorry.

[Whitman sighs]

[hip-hop music continues]

[Whitman chuckles]

[music stops]

[phone line ringing]

[tense music playing]

-Whitman. -[Whitman] Yeah.

I need you to get over to Mallory's.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Can you get someone over there, please?

She said there's a man there that won't leave.

Damn. That's probably Lee. He must not have gotten paid yet.

Um…

He's harmless, but I'm… I'm on it.

I'm on it right away.

I would go by there,

but Mr. Bellarie just pulled up, and, uh…

oof, tell you.

[Alex] What?

Well, I went to go open up the car door,

and, uh…

What happened?

Man, he was banging her like he was 18 again.

How rich people get this shit to work when he's that old?

Man, I ain't got time for this. Get someone over to Mallory's.

Okay.

[ominous music playing]

Shit.

[phone line ringing]

Hello?

[Alex] Rain.

Yeah?

I'm not gonna be able to drive you to the club.

Why not?

[Alex sighs] Officer Trackson…

he came at me.

[Rain] What?

Yeah, for Jules.

You okay?

Yeah, I'll be all right.

Well, where is he now?

[Alex] I don't know.

But I know he's not dead.

[Rain exhales] You don't sound too good.

Yeah, I'm beat up pretty bad, but I'll be all right.

[Rain] Do you need me?

No, I just wanted you to know.

Okay.

But you know I still need somebody on me at the club tonight.

Yeah, there's a kid there.

He worked a lot. Michael.

And Big J's there too.

Mm, yeah, I remember both of them. They assholes.

Nah.

They're good. I know them.

And, uh, they hate Jules.

-I'll let them know you're taking over. -No, no, no.

You let me tell them

so I can see if they really as loyal as you say they are.

[Alex] All right, you'll see.

They're good dudes. Keep them close.

Okay. You sure you okay?

Yeah, I'll be all right.

All right.

[sighs]

["I Am The One" by Biz Canton blasting]

Butler nigga!

♪ All the way I'm on the posters, I'm on the screens… ♪

Yes, Mr. Angel.

♪ Cameras are flashin’… ♪

-I've been calling you. -I can't hear you over the music, sir.

Yeah? Well…

make me a sandwich.

You heard that, nigga, huh?

You heard that?

-[James] Yes, sir. -Heard that?

♪ Chalamet… ♪

Hello, Mr. Bellarie. How are you, sir?

Ah, trying to fool me, huh? Huh?

Oh shit. Hey.

Hey, um, what… what are you guys…

[music stops]

-What are you-- -How are you, Horace?

I'm okay.

[Rain] Well, you look good.

Thank you.

How's your stay been here?

It's been great.

-[Rain] Thank you. -[Horace] I love hearing that.

[tense music playing]

[Kimmie] You look great.

My first night as a club owner.

Do they all know that?

Mm-mm. No.

Club?

[Kimmie] She bought the club that we used to work at.

That's a dangerous game.

And I'm a dangerous bitch.

-[Kimmie laughs softly] -Yeah.

I know something about that.

[Rain] So how'd it go?

Um, come with me in the kitchen. I'll tell you everything.

I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about.

[tense music continues]

Hey.

You, uh…

You… you look really good.

Man, I… [hesitates]

[shudders] I really missed you.

Yeah.

Well, you…

look healthy.

[tense music continues]

Should-- Do… do… do you need me?

Or do…

[music crescendos, ends]

James.

-Is Sylvie upstairs? -Yes, ma'am.

-Okay. Can you please leave us? -Yes, ma'am.

[Rain exhales sharply]

-He's gonna be in trouble. -Mm-hmm.

-What's going on with you? -[Kimmie scoffs]

Um…

Nothing.

What? Girl…

Why was you smiling so hard when you walked up in that door?

And why you ain't pour me a drink?

[Kimmie sighs]

We got 'em.

[bright music plays]

[scoffs] What?!

Shit. That's great.

Norman, Jules, Roy, and Olivia.

Dang.

Wow.

It's great, but I… I don't know,

I still feel kind of uneasy about all of it.

Girl, you always uneasy.

But how you feeling though?

I feel good, you know?

I get to do this club the right way.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Mm. You running the office, I'm running the club.

And you know what else?

I'm about to change the name too.

To what?

Make It Rain! [chuckling]

I love that.

I love that, but you really sure you wanna do this?

Kimmie, yes.

Okay.

Well, good. Good.

[scoffs] What?

Okay, so we on the way home from the office, right?

And I'm talking to Horace

about why he's so upset about Charles and Varney,

you know, doing what they do.

Wait, he know about that?

Girl, Roy told all of it.

-[tsks] He is an asshole. -Right?

So I'm telling him, like, "You're gay,"

and I honestly think that he's just a little jealous

because he never had the freedom that Charles has.

[Rain] Mm-hmm.

And what?

And…

then he went down on me.

What?

And then…

-What? -[chuckles]

-Yeah, then-- -You sayin' it like it was good.

It was.

-Kim-- No, you know we don't do that. -No--

I'm not into that. What… what--

Look, I mean, I didn't… I didn't start it. It just happened.

Girl…

So, what, is he bi?

Shit, I don't give a damn.

He just…

Oh, girl, I don't know. I ain't never seen you like that.

He ain't no Roy, that's for sure.

I mean, I'm not in love with the nigga. It's just…

I don't know, I'm… I'm confused.

I'm in shock. I don't…

-[Rain] Mm-hmm. -Yeah.

Well, gay, straight, bi, don't matter.

-Long as that nigga still payin'. Okay? -[exhales]

Hell up. Gotta go.

And I'll take this.

Be careful.

Always.

[music fades]

[knocking on door]

[door slams]

What took you so long?

I'm sorry.

What the hell?

I had to greet Mr. Bellarie.

So I'm just supposed to sit here and die?

-Mallory, I'm very, very-- -Mm, uh…

[splutters] Mrs. Bellarie.

Sorry. Mrs. Bellarie, I'm very, very sorry.

-What is the problem? -First of all, you're the problem.

And don't ever call me Mallory again. I'm Mrs. Bellarie.

-I'm sorry, Mrs. Bellarie-- -No, no, no. Niggas always be sorry.

First of all, my problem is standing in front of me in the damn living room,

and I also have a problem in the damn kitchen.

Which one would you like to solve first, Mr. Nigga?

That problem.

Sorry, ma'am.

[tense music playing]

-What's up, Lee? -[Lee] What's up?

Oh, shit, you two know each other?

Yes, we do.

They lied to me, man.

-You told me it was good. -I know.

You told me Roy was gonna pay me in cash to do this.

-Obviously something came up. -I don't care about none of that.

You know the stress I'm under with my wife and kids. I don't got time for this.

I got a deadline at 9:00 in the morning with the bank,

or I'mma lose everything.

And whose problem is that?

You see what I'm talking about?

Oh, well, what do you need, huh?

Do you need diapers for your baby mama in the hood, street nigga?

Excuse me?

Got your tennis shoes tied on the electric line?

-Mrs. Bellarie, please stop. Please stop. -No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, you got this street-ass, hood-rat-ass nigga in my house.

-You don't know me. -I'm supposed to be okay with that?

Hey, look, both of y'all need to stop! Listen, dude, I will get you paid.

I promise.

-Okay, Lee? -By the morning.

Lee, come on.

Listen to me. I know you don't have any decency in you at all.

Hold on.

And I know this family is messed up, but I'm a good, God-fearing man.

Oh, good, God-fearing man?

You a good, God-fearing man, huh?

-I have a house-- -You God-fearing?

-I have a house for foster kids. -You have a house?

For foster kids.

And if I don't get this money by the morning,

a lot of lives are gonna be ruined.

Shit, a lot of lives?

I did the work, man.

I really thought this was the miracle I was praying for.

[Mallory] Oh.

Lee, I think it's time to go.

I… I need that money, man.

Lee, we gotta go.

You shouldn't be begging. You should be praying, God-fearing man.

That's what you do, huh?

Get down on your knees and pray for your money?

Lee.

-Lee. -We gotta go.

-Sorry, Mrs. Bellarie. -Time to go, Lee.

-Bye, Lee. -[Whitman] Sorry.

[music crescendos, fades]

[indistinct chatter]

["All Night" by Millyz playing]

♪ I feel the same, that's all right ♪

♪ I think it’s time to show you What we really ♪

♪ Ball like ♪

♪ Throw it in the air Yea, yea, yea, yea, I ♪

♪ Just might, just might, just might… ♪

Yo. You working again?

[scoffs] She can't be.

Nah.

I'm just chillin'.

[clears throat] So who paying y'all now?

Why you wanna know all that?

I mean, since Delinda died, I'm just curious.

-Yeah, don't worry about all that. -Man, chill.

They said her son sold the club,

so we just get what we can.

And ain't nobody countin' the money or keepin' up with it?

[Michael] Look, look.

It's pretty much a free-for-all around here, so chill with all that.

[scoffs] Well, that's not good.

It is for my pockets,

till Jules shows his ass up in here.

He won't.

How you know?

'Cause he was arrested.

What?

Mm-hmm. Yep.

For what?

A whole bunch of shit.

And how you know that?

I heard some things.

-Yeah, well, I ain't heard none of that. -Well, it's true.

Yeah, okay.

If you gonna be here, you need to buy something when we open up.

Yeah, um…

Let me get some champagne.

Ooh, you got it like that?

Yeah, I do.

[scoffs] You know that shit ain't cheap.

What did I say?

[tense music playing]

[Rain exhales]

[Rain clears throat]

Brian, help me up.

[clears throat] Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.

Everybody getting ready in the back,

please make your way to the main room.

[Rain clears throat]

-[Rain] Come on in. -[woman] Hey, girl. Hey!

Yo, what's this all about?

You gonna know in a minute.

So I gathered you all here today to give you some news.

-Our dear friend Jules was arrested. -[woman] Oh!

-Mm-hmm. He in jail. -What?

[woman] Damn, this shit is--

I know a lot of y'all was trafficked up in here like me and Kimmie was.

And I also know that Body has y'all paying this crazy amount of money.

Well, today, all of that is over.

Y'all don't owe nobody nothin'.

-[Brian] Wait, wait, wait. -[employees murmuring]

How you know all that?

'Cause I own the club now.

[chuckles] What?

That's right, I bought it, Brian.

I own the club.

[employees cheering]

[Rain] So your debt is dead, okay?

[Brian] Damn!

You make your own money, and then you tip the house.

-[woman 1] Yes, queen. -You get to keep yo shit.

[Brian] Damn.

Well, why y'all so quiet?

-[woman 2] Girl, you hear me! -[cheering]

[Rain] I know. I know it's hard to believe.

I know it's hard to believe.

But we gonna do this a new way, okay?

It's the right way. The Rain way, okay?

-[employees] Yeah. -[Rain] Uh-huh.

Well, not so fast.

Who are you?

[sinister music playing]

[speaking slowly] Someone you may want to talk to

in the office…

now.

[music crescendos, fades]

Help me down.

[Rain muttering]

Who she think she talking to?

["Hold Up Wait" by MelloBuckzz playing]

♪ Okay, tired of sparin' y'all I owe bitches hard times, whew ♪

♪ Like I'm signal searching I done set the bar high ♪

♪ On the plane I'm fresh as hell You know a bitch be super fly ♪

♪ Okay, I'm in a rich ass nigga's shoulder If I'm cryin' ♪

♪ Hold on, wait ♪

♪ I got white boy credit score pussy This shit great ♪

♪ Niggas wait on this for years My lil shit like Section 8 ♪

♪ Hold on, wait ♪

♪ Birthday come like once a year But I get cake ♪

♪ This shit look like Jenga towers How I'm stackin' up this pape ♪

-♪ Stackin' up ♪ -♪ Huh, Rolly on my left wrist ♪

♪ This shit hit like bing bow ♪

-♪ Feel like Dlow poppin' shit ♪ -♪ Pop, pop it baby ♪

♪ On they ass Pop it 'cause I'm confident ♪

♪ Cocky bitch, you know that though They watching us ♪

♪ Okay, I got on Miss Dior ♪

♪ But this shit gas You can smell the zip ♪

♪ Smoking on this one dumb bitch I got all fingertips ♪

♪ So much drip I'm indecisive Fuck it gallery with rick ♪

♪ Got to pick 'em wisely when I fuck Niggas be pussy whipped ♪

♪ He dive in this water and go crazy He a lap dog ♪

♪ Shit's so good He hidin' it from the world ♪

♪ Pussy blackballed ♪

♪ Got that shit That had that nigga in my backyard ♪

♪ Super wet He's sliding about this shit ♪

♪ My lil lifeguard ♪

♪ Tired of sparin' y'all I owe bitches hard times, whew ♪

♪ Like I'm signal searching I done set the bar high ♪

♪ On the plane I'm fresh as hell You know a bitch be super fly ♪

♪ Okay, I'm in a rich ass nigga's shoulder If I'm cryin' ♪

♪ Hold on, wait ♪

♪ I got white boy credit score pussy This shit great ♪

♪ Niggas wait on this for years My lil shit like Section 8 ♪

♪ Hold on, wait ♪

♪ Birthday come like once a year But I get ♪

♪ Super wet He's sliding about this shit ♪

♪ My lil lifeguard ♪

♪ Tired of sparin' y'all I owe bitches hard times, whew ♪

♪ Like I'm signal searching I done set the bar high ♪

♪ On the plane I'm fresh as hell You know a bitch be super fly ♪

♪ Okay, I'm in a rich ass nigga's shoulder If I'm cryin' ♪

♪ Hold on, wait ♪

♪ I got white boy credit score pussy This shit great ♪

♪ Niggas wait on this for years My lil shit like Section 8 ♪

♪ Hold on, wait ♪

♪ Birthday come like once a year But I get cake ♪

♪ This shit look like Jenga towers How I'm stackin' up this pape ♪

♪ Hold on, wait ♪

♪ Hold on, wait Hold on, wait ♪

♪ Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait ♪

[music fades]