All language subtitles for Empire s06e16_English

HAKEEM:
Previously, on Empire ...

17 years in prison because

of you two bitches.

I need to get to Vegas.

It's really unfortunate
that we didn't get

-to finish that record.
-We can do it on a jet.

I have a proposal
for a big show.

BOTH: Bossychella!

Now you are talking.

Help me.

Please.

-LUCIOUS: Calm down.
-Teri!

Andre, you need some help.

(dramatic hip-hop music)

(yells)

("Lean on Me" playing on piano)

*

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

* Ooh, ooh

*

* Na, na, na, na, na

* Na, na, na, na

* Na, na, na, na, na

* Ooh, ooh, ooh

* Ooh, ooh, ooh

* Ooh

* La, la, la, la

* Ooh

(chuckles)

*

* Sometimes in our lives

* We all have pain

* We all have sorrow

* But if we are wise

* We know that there's

* Always tomorrow

* Lean on me

* When you're not strong

Stop!

Can't you all see
Andre's a monster?

Andre, you stay away from us.

Never come around us
ever again.

(suspenseful music)

(gasps)

He is risen.

(panting)

You have dear old Mom and Pop
to thank for sedating you

and bringing you back
to this dump.

Teri?
Walker?

Escaped with the help of--

you guessed it--
Lucious and Cookie.

I think it's safe to say
your parents hate you.

Get out of my head.

You destroyed my marriage,
now my family--

No,
No, no, no, no, no.

You're mistaken.
I'm not the enemy.

Lucious and Cookie are.

They have nothing to do
with this.

(breathes heavily)

Anyone who has ever doubted us

or made us feel like
less than the kings we are

have everything to do
with this.

(dramatic music)

*

I've never seen him
like this before.

Um, he was unrecognizable.

Just out of
our complete control.

So that's why we called you,
you know.

What Andre needs is
a thorough psych eval

and round-the-clock
observation.

So we gotta lock my baby up?

Initially.
It would only be for 30 days.

And because you were able
to convince the judge

to grant an order,
we can get Andre in fast

and minimize the danger
he poses to himself and others.

ANDRE: Danger to others?
He pulled the gun on me.

How am I danger to anybody?
He's the dang--

You called my psychiatrist.

(tense music)

'Cause you need some help, son.

(sighs)
Man.

Look, my wife,

she stood me up at the altar,
okay?

Anybody else would have had
the same reaction.

You would have had
the same reaction.

Now I slept it off, I'm fine,
and I'll be even better

when I see my wife
and my child.

Where are they?

You will be fine,

but you need some help
right now, Andre.

Teri thinks you're having
a psychotic break, baby.

She stole my son.

What moral authority do any
of you have to take him away?

-He needs me!
-Look, as soon as you get

some treatment,
you will be with your son.

-Tell me where they are now!
-Calm down.

-Now!
-You gonna need to calm down.

-Tell me where they are!
-MAN: Sir--

-Tell me where they are!
-Andre, you need some help!

You need to stop calling me
that.

Andre's long gone, Mama.
Call me Kingsley.

-What?
-(laughs)

-MAN: Come on.
-Kingsley, Kingsley.

You think you can take my life
and take my heart

and get away with it?

Is that what you think?

-(unsettling music)
-(door opens)

(Andre laughs)

*

(dramatic hip-hop music)

*

(upbeat hip-hop music)

*

-Good morning.
-(Maya gasps)

Yo.

MAYA: My head is pounding.

What's going on?

Per your newlywed request,

breakfast in bed.

-We ain't no newlyweds.
-(scoffs)

We would--we would never,

ever, ever get married.

Your marriage certificate,
signed and notarized.

(dramatic music)

*

(exhales deeply)

Oh, hell no.

(Maya groans)

*

MAYA: Oh, God.
(groans)

*

LUCIOUS: I've called you all in
this morning

because I wanted you to hear it
directly from me

and not out there
in the streets.

Andre is on
an extended honeymoon,

and in the interim,
I will be acting CEO

until his return.

I'm sorry.
"Honeymoon"?

I thought that Andre's wife
left him at the altar.

Lucious, can you just
keep it real for two seconds

and let us know
what's really going on?

I have kept it real with you,
Treasure.

Now I will not be diverging
from Andre's vision.

Any business that was
taking place will continue

until its completion.

But for those that might be
hard of hearing

or need further clarity...

again, Andre shall return.

Thank you all.

Get back to work.

(indistinct chatter)

(upbeat pop music)

*

* We prove them all wrong
when they asking *

* We laugh at them
when we fly by *

* We pose when the cameras
start flashing *

* 'Cause everything we drop,
top five *

* Baby, you're all talk,
no action *

* Yeah, baby, all facts,
no lie *

* Girls run the world,
no question *

* Might as well put
the money where the best is *

* Yeah, we are the,
we are the party *

* Yeah, we are the,
we are the party *

* We put the game
in a body bag *

* And we still pushing it
forward *

* Bossy is what Bossy does,
Bossy is what Bossy does *

* Bossy and we bossing up

* Bossy, ain't no bossing us

* Bossy is what Bossy does,
Bossy is what Bossy does *

* Bossy and we bossing up

* Bossy, ain't no bossing us

Okay, take a break.

-(music stops)
-Come here, honey.

Come here.
Come here.

-COOKIE: Child...
-Good job, ladies.

I thought I said
"boss bitches."

Why do they look like
they are dressed

as extras for a Godfather
musical revue?

We were shooting
for sophisticated--

Well, honey, you missed!

BossyFest has to be perfect!

Start again.

And--and get rid of Miss Thing
on the end.

Cut her 'cause she don't wanna
be here,

and let the rest of 'em know

they can be cut too, okay?

Thank you.
Bye-bye.

And why isn't Tiana's hits
in the lineup?

Those are Empire hits,
not Bossy--

I don't give a damn!

People pay to hear the hits.
Put 'em in the lineup!

-Cookie, we aren't--
-Please put 'em in the lineup.

-You should be tip-tapping!
-BECKY: Please do not

take Andre's wedding out
on us.

-What? Andre's--
-BECKY: Please...

(clears throat)
No, but I need you--

Has Hakeem lost his damn mind?

Look at this.

Oh, snap.

Oh, my God.
Hakeem got married to her?

Is this the assistant?

-(dramatic music)
-(grunts)

*

ORDERLY: You'll remain
in your room unless at therapy.

Meals are at 9:00, 1:00,
and 6:00 each day

with your required medication.

Is that understood?

*

Good.

*

(door closes)

*

Ugh.

*

(knock at door)

-Grandma.
-(chuckles)

Is this the way to finally have
a family visit?

Oh, Grandma, how'd you find me?

Welcome, baby.

I don't belong here, Grandma.

It was only a matter of time
before Dwight would do to you

what he's done to me:

locking us up
like caged animals.

I need to get out of here.

(exhales sharply)
But I need your help.

Can you--can you help me?

-I'll help my grandson.
-Yes.

The grandson that I know.

(ominous music)

You're Dwight's demon spawn.

You're that half-breed,
green-eyed monster.

Come on, Granny.
I'm you're grandson too.

Give me a little love, okay?

*

I'm not playing with you,
Devil.

Give me my real grandson.

Let Andre out.

I know you're in there, Andre.

Fight.

Fight.

*

(tense music)

*

-Grandma?
-Andre.

*

(exhales deeply)

*

I can't control him, Grandma.

Take your meds, Andre,
before it returns.

I don't have any medication.
I don't even know--

Yes, you do.

(solemn music)

That's the only thing
these fools around here

are good for.

*

Please, Andre.

Trust me.

I know what it's like
to lose time.

I know what it's like to hurt
those who love you the most.

*

I know what it's like to have
a demon inside me,

pulling me to the dark side.

We all have a dark side, Andre.

Don't let the darkness destroy
your relationship

with your son.

*

Don't make the same mistakes
as me.

-It's too late.
-No!

When that devil child drags you
down to the darkness,

fight him.

Promise me.

*

(pills rattle)

(sighs deeply)

Fight for that--that
beautiful boy of yours.

He loves you.

*

Just like I love you.

Just like Dwight loves you.

He--he didn't tell you
often enough

because I never told him.

*

That's on me.

*

We love you.

The doctors
and the medicine can help.

But you have to fight
for yourself.

You have to believe...

(sniffles)

That you are worth
fighting for.

Promise me.

*

I promise.

*

(exhales)

-Love you so.
-I love you too, Grandma.

(Leah chuckles)
Come on, baby.

(sighs)

(upbeat hip-hop music)

(sighs)

*

Why is it that
I'm fielding calls

from Page Six and E! News

about you getting drunk
and having some shotgun wedding

with a damn assistant?

I invited your little,
narrow ass into my family.

Don't make me regret it.

You supposed to be the one
with the damn sense here.

So what is this all about, huh?

-(Maya sighs)
-Are you pregnant?

Ew.
N--Cook--no, no.

I told you, it's not like that.

Is it like your drunk ass

just gave away half
your inheritance?

-Wait, what?
-Not to mention jeopardizing

everything that
we've built here

by climbing in and out of

every damn subordinate
you encounter.

Like you and Anika.

The last thing I need to be
dealing with

is having to clean up
your damn mess.

Cookie, Hakeem and I just had
a little too much fun

in a game of "Vegas Roulette."

I don't even remember
our wedding,

let alone how I made it
into that man's room.

Well, good.
Get--get...

(laughs)
You can end this

just as fast as it started,
missy.

Get the damn thing annulled,
girl, before I bet yo' ass.

(forlorn music)

Your brother didn't make it
down the aisle the other night.

We had to have him committed
this morning.

Whatever's broken in him,

I don't think it can be fixed.

I don't think he's gonna
make it out.

Well, don't worry about me,
Dad.

I'm gonna fix this.

*

I'm sorry I've been MIA.

Cookie, it's been over a month.
I left you several messages.

What's going on?

I need some help.

I can't shake the feeling
that...

if--if I was there for him
when he needed me the most...

You know, if--if I hadn't, um,
gone to prison...

Was that an option?

Yeah.

I mean, well, the Feds,
they wanted me to

give up Lucious, but, um...

I ain't no snitch.
They would have let me walk.

What do you think
would have been different

if you stayed with your boys
and Lucious went to prison?

I don't know, everything.
Heh.

Okay, this is an exercise I do
with my patients.

Let's be specific about

how things would have been
different.

(Flo Rida's "Good Feeling")

ETTA:
* Oh, oh, oh, oh

* Sometimes I get
a good feeling *

-* Yeah
-WOMAN: Hi, Cookie.

HAKEEM: Need anything, Mom?

Uh, no.
I'm good, baby.

You excited?

-I'm nervous.
-Nervous?

What you nervous for?
It's your father.

My dad's been locked up
my whole life.

I barely remember a time
when he wasn't locked up.

Oh, come on, it's okay, baby.
It'll be fine.

He loves you, and lookit.
You look so handsome.

I'm glad you wore that.
(laughs)

Ugh.
Here come your brother.

I can't believe
Pop's getting out.

-I gotta give--
-What's up, 'Keem?

-I see you.
-ANDRE: Yeah, brother.

Good to see you, man.

I heard that new track.
It's hot.

When are you gonna come hang
with your big brother?

Never.
I got a tour I gotta work on.

Ah, okay, okay.
I see.

Cookie got you
on that tight leash.

Okay, mama's boy.
(laughter)

It ain't even like that.

Look, why don't you go check

with the DJ, make sure
he got the song queued up

for as soon as your father
walks in, okay?

(clears throat)

Look.

I invited you because
Lucious wants to see you.

I don't want none
of your nonsense.

Yeah, well,
I don't know what nonsense

you talking 'bout, Cookie.

Hey, I am your mother.
You will respect me.

*

ETTA: * Get a feeling that
I never, never *

Lucious, if he so much
as spits on the ground,

they will put his ass back in,

and I don't--I don't want him
involved in your business.

Well,
my business is his business,

and if you recall,
it started your business.

Pop is a grown man.
He can make his own decision.

I made the decision already,
Andre.

I lost him once, and I'm not
gonna lose him again

-'cause of your shameless ass.
-MAN: Hey, Lucious!

-(gasps) Lucious?
-LUCIOUS: Cookie!

-Baby.
-MAN: Uh-huh, yeah.

(both laugh)

-LUCIOUS: Oh, my God.
-COOKIE: Missed you, baby.

(sentimental music)

I missed you so much.

I thought I was never gonna
see or touch you again.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

So you mean to tell me

if I stayed out of prison,

Andre would have been
a drug dealer?

Well, he was an adolescent male
when Lucious went in,

and boys model their behavior
after their father.

He could have felt like
it was his responsibility

to take care of the family...

by any means necessary.

Nah, I wouldn't have
let that happen.

Mm-mm.
(laughs)

Like you stopped Hakeem
from marrying Maya

or Jamal from moving to London

or Andre from having to be
committed?

(melancholy music)

-That's low, Doc.
-Cookie...

Haven't you learned anything?

You can't control everything.

*

Now can we get back
to the exercise?

ETTA: * Never, never

* Never, never had before,
no, no *

* I get a good feeling, yeah

Okay, look, look, look,
look, look.

Welcome home, big dog.

-(laughing)
-You the big dog now.

-Look at--look at you.
-Look at the baby.

Hakeem.

Look, I'm sorry I wasn't there.

But I'm here now, son,

and I've been loving
your music.

-LUCIOUS: What's up, boss?
-BUNKIE: What's up, man?

Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Where's Jamal?

Uh, he--he's not,
um--he's not feeling too good.

He's still struggling
with his manhood?

-Lucious.
-(Andre laughing)

-ANDRE: I'm sorry.
-The hell are you laughing at?

That's all right.
He'll find his way.

-Look at you, man.
-Yeah.

Yeah,
those streets been different

without you out here, man.

It look like you been eating.

-Yeah.
-He be eating up everything.

Yeah, but it look like
y'all did pretty damn well

without me here.

Cookie's doing well,

got her own management company.

Yeah, I'm proud of my baby.

I see you and your roster is
off the charts.

I can testify to that.

She definitely made me a star.

COOKIE: Oh, Philly Street,
thank you so much

for letting us use your place
for this.

It was a pleasure.

*

Welcome home, brother.

-Salaam-alaikum, my brother.
-PHILLY STREET: Yeah.

Good to see you doing so well.

It's all because of your tracks
that Cookie sold to me,

shot me straight up the chart.

They weren't doing me no good
in the joint.

I'm glad you could put 'em
to use.

Why don't you come by
the studio tonight?

See if you still got it.

-Perfect.
-Uh-uh.

What are they doing here?
It's a private party.

Andre Lyon,
you're under arrest.

-Hey, what the hell for?
-LUCIOUS: What'd he do?

Wait, no, no, no, no!

He's not resisting.
He's not resisting.

He is not--what did he do?

What the hell did you do,
Andre?

(cell phone buzzing)

DR. WICK: Please,
if it's important, take it.

(cell phone buzzing)

Uh, no, it's not important.
(chuckles)

-Um...
-(cell phone buzzing)

(scoffing)

(cell phone buzzes)

It wouldn't have happened
like that.

You went to prison or Lucious,

it doesn't necessitate
a better outcome.

There a million
different factors in play.

You can't blame yourself
or anybody else

for a past you cannot change.

All you can do is focus
on the now

and make the best possible
decisions you can

moving forward.

-(upbeat hip-hop music)
-SINGER: * Hey, hey

* Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey *

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Then put the hats on there.

and then we go: clap, clap,

clap, clap, clap, clap.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...

Okay.
All right, all right.

That's dope.

This is one of the tracks
that you're gonna

deliver to me by the end
of the day?

It depends.

(laughs)
Actually wasn't asking you.

I want them by the end
of the day.

Well, I wanna use this track
for my mixtape

that I'm dropping next week.

I want this to be
my first single.

SINGER: * Hey

Okay, you're serious.

Okay, uh, congratulations
on your mixtape.

The thing is, Porsha,
at this time,

I really need you to just focus
on Bossy

and Bossy's music
and Bossy's artists.

Come on, Becky, you can't just,
like, look out

for your day-one homegirl?

I mean, we here.

I'm not your homegirl
in the office, okay?

This is my company.
I'm not your homegirl.

-Really, Becky?
-Yes, really.

I don't ask y'all for nothing,
okay?

I go above and beyond
when I do my job.

All I'm asking is
for this little, tiny favor.

I made the track anyway.
Let me have it.

-SINGER: * Hey, hey, hey
-Please.

Okay, all right, fine.

-You can have it.
-PORSHA: Thank you!

Ugh--okay, all right.
I gotta--I really have to go.

-I've got good news for you.
-All right, what's up?

BossyFest socials
are on the rise

as well as ticket sales,

thanks Tiana's live IG reaction

to Hakeem's nuptials.
Huh?

Girl knows how to work
a headline.

All right, great.
Thank you.

But I also have some bad news.

-SINGER: * Hey, hey
-What is it?

Kash Doll dropped out
of the lineup.

SINGER:
* Hey, hey, hey

First of all,
I really do not have time

for any of this stuff
right now, okay?

We are a month out,
and the ASAs are down my throat

because the ceremony
coincides with our festival.

And honestly,
I'm too good of a person

to deal with any of this stuff.

-You're a great person.
-I know I'm a great person!

-(Thomasina whimpers)
-SINGER: * Hey, hey, hey

-* Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
-(door closes)

*

Get that right there.

(scatting)

I like that.

You better mess it up!

(soft music)

*

(eerie music)

Thank goodness that poison
is wearing off.

*

You had me worried that
that was it.

*

You're not really gonna just
accept defeat, are you?

I'm not defeated.

I'm getting the help I need.

Well, you stay in here

and you keep taking those pills
and...

letting everyone say
that you're sick...

You'll lose your boy.

I'm staying here
because of my boy.

He'll be long gone by the time
you get out of here.

*

You don't need those pills,
Andre.

*

I may have gotten out of hand,

but you can't listen
to that crazy old woman.

Lucious and Cookie don't care
about you.

*

They've been whispering
in Teri's ear.

*

You think that
Lucious wants you to be happy?

He told Teri lies to get her
to run away with Walker...

*

To sabotage you.

Teri would never run away
without talking to you first.

You gotta go set things
straight.

Go see her.

Tell her the truth.

(door opens)

This is your opportunity,
Andre.

Take it.

(door closes)

(tense music)

*

Oh!
Well, come on, come on, bro.

I got you.

Come on, easy.
Easy.

(grunts)

I'll be right back.

*

(door opens)

(panting)

(door closes)

*

I can't tell you how much
I appreciate this.

Yeah.

Let me know.
Thank you.

We gotta find Andre, Lucious.

How did the hospital lose
a 6'3" black man?

Look, I've got a team
of professionals

that's combing the city
right now, looking for him.

(stammers)
What are you doing?

-I'm going to find my baby.
-No, no.

-No, no, no, stop.
-I can't just sit here

while Andre is out there doing
God knows what.

Look, I've got
professionals working--

Get out of my way!

They gonna find him.

My God.

I feel like I'm in prison
all over again!

I couldn't do for my babies
when I was in there,

and now you're telling me
I can't do for Andre right now!

-Lucious, that's my son.
-I know.

He belongs to me!
Okay?

I-I can't depend on nobody
to--to save my baby!

Why do you keep saying that?
You can depend on me!

-(grunts)
-You gotta stop doing this

-to yourself, Cookie.
-Stop what?

Stop!
Stop blaming yourself!

You weren't there.
I was the one that was there.

So if it's anybody's fault,

it's mine.

You know, maybe if I didn't
put the business

in front of our family,
maybe if--if I didn't make

all the damn mistakes I made
with Tracy and with everything,

maybe if I had accepted Jamal
the way you asked me to...

maybe I shouldn't have
spoiled Hakeem

and then rejected Andre.

This is my fault.
It's not yours.

(somber music)

We both made mistakes,
Lucious, okay?

*

But if we did things different
that don't guarantee

our life would have
been better.

*

-I know.
-I stopped blaming myself.

I did, and--and I stopped
blaming you too.

I mean, we've grown a lot.

Yeah.

But right now, Lucious,

I gotta find my child.
I gotta bring him home safely.

I feel the same way you do
right now,

but you gotta trust me, Cook.

I got this.
You gotta trust me.

Come on.

I want him home too.

*

Come on, just--just--just--just
relax, okay?

*

BECKY: Okay, but K-Deezy,
I really want you to know

that I'm willing to triple
the initial offer

if you'll reconsider.

Girl, it's not about the money.
You know that.

I love y'all over here
at Bossy.

Okay, but do you
maybe love us enough

to join our Bossy Festival?

Not gonna happen.
I'm not doing it.

I have to work on my album.
Sorry.

Get over it
'cause it just not--

We all got albums to work on,
okay?

I understand that you have
a lot of work to do--

Ooh!

* If that bread right

* I'll be there every night

* Get the check right,
them diamonds *

* Look like headlights

Look, that beat is heat.

That's on the floor?

This one not for sale, but I do
got others ones that are.

You can buy one of those
if you want to.

What do me--like,
what do you mean?

Y'all playing hardball
over here at Bossy like that?

Well...

So if I perform
at the BossyFest,

would you give me what I want?

Absolutely.
I will have the head

of my Business Affairs
department reach out

to your people
'cause you have a deal.

(upbeat hip-hip music)

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

All you had to do
in the first place.

(laughs)
See you at the festival.

(grunts)

Becky!
What the hell?

How you just gonna
sell me out like that?

That's my beat,
and you know it.

-That's for my mixtape.
-Okay, bring that down, okay?

Because technically, that's
a beat made for Bossy artists.

You can just use a different
beat for your single.

I don't want to
'cause that one is mine,

and that's the one I'm using.

Oh, you're gonna use that one.
Okay.

Well, here are your options,
okay, babe?

Just so you know,
you can either sell that beat,

make the money from it
and stay employed,

or you can just be fired
right now.

Choice is yours.

*

-DEVON: * Oh, yeah
-TREASURE: * Oh, oh

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Whoo

-* What are we?
-* I remember us

* And how it was before

* Now we just, babe

* Seesawing up and back,
up and back down *

BOTH: * On our way,
on our way down *

DEVON: * Ooh

TREASURE:
* And if I turn away

DEVON: * If I turn away

TREASURE:
* Is it worth the time?

* Someone's gotta pay

* Someone's gotta pay

* But is it worth the price?

* Losing you now

-DEVON: * Now
-TREASURE: * Losing you now

* On our way down

-BOTH: * Mm-mm, now
-(music stops)

-DEVON: Yo.
-TREASURE: What's happening?

Rekkhan, what's up, dawg?

Sorry, your time's up.

I have this room booked, uh,

23 minutes ago, actually.

Uh, girl, good-bye.

This is not office hours
with Andre.

There are real artists in here,
trying to record.

-Leave.
-Cute, Treasure.

But I am a real artist with
a very real album to record.

So if you'll excuse me...

Look, I don't got time
for this little catfight.

TREASURE: Uh-uh, no.

Look, your part-time performing
is in the back seat

because Andre's gone.

Rekkhan, can you go ahead
and replay the track?

Thanks, boo.

I really did not want to have

to do this, but, um,
I am Mrs. Lyon now.

-(both laugh)
-You serious?

-TREASURE: Are you?
-MAYA: Mm-hmm.

No, nobody gives a damn

about the groupie tales

that Hakeem got going
this week.

Please excuse yourself.

Uh, nope,
I'm sure Rekkhan does,

because it is the last name
that signs his checks.

Technically, Mrs. Lyon did book
the studio.

-Wow.
-TREASURE: Seriously?

Really, Rekkhan?

-DEVON: That's crazy.
-(Treasure scoffs)

All righty.

(bluesy hip-hop music)

TREASURE:
Watch yourself, little girl.

That's cute, Treasure.

(Treasure scoffs, laughs)

She gonna get slapped.

*

(cell phone beeping)

KINGSLEY:
They're shutting us out.

(dramatic music)

Come on, Andre.
You can do better.

That Ivy League brain of yours
is good for something.

Teri and Walker are
depending on it.

*

Hello.
I'm having issues

tracking down my teenage son.

He suffers from depression.

So unless you want a suicide
on your hands...

*

We need to make a detour.

DRIVER: Yes, sir.

*

TIANA:
* Oh, oh

HAKEEM:
You know who it is, man.

TIANA: * Oh, priceless

-HAKEEM: * Yeah, yeah, yeah
-TIANA: * Yeah

HAKEEM: * She the platinum,
I'm the gold *

* Like fine wine,
we ain't never getting old *

* Shine bright, white diamonds
like a ghost *

* Hop in the Ghost,
do 100 on the road *

* Now we invisible,
yeah, we invisible *

* Yeah, we got a past

Are you making a remix to this?

'Cause if you are,
I have a fire hook for you.

No, I'm finalizing
the soundtrack for the film,

putting my signature sound
for the fans.

Oh, and a song
with you and Tiana

is the signature sound?

Speaking of signatures...

TIANA:
* You know we the fly-est

HAKEEM: * Yeah

TIANA: * No one can deny

* That you do your thing

* Keep coming back

* Like a boomerang,
boomerang *

* This ain't no face,
it's timeless *

Annulment papers?

Me and you was never supposed
to wake up in Vegas married.

The faster you sign this,
the better for me and you.

BOTH: * We don't care

* That's how we cracked
the code *

* Life's good,
that's the scenario *

* Circles

* Run 'em around the globe

Hakeem, you got married?

Please tell me that this is
some fake news, BS.

Why would you get married
to her?

Yo, I ain't know you'd care.

Of course I care!
What were you thinking?

-I wasn't.
-TIANA: Yeah, you weren't.

You don't think.

Yo, that's why it's getting
annulled.

-(sighs) Okay.
-HAKEEM: It's done.

You know what?
(clicks tongue)

On a second thought,

I don't know that I believe
that an annulment

is the best thing for us...
hubby.

(solemn music)

"Hubby"?

(scoffs)

You make me sick.

*

(cell phone buzzes)

(cell phone clicks)

Hey, so, uh, how's my boy?

(dark music)

He's where?
No.

No, that's right near
Teri's safe house.

*

No, I'll take it from here.

*

What did you do?

You didn't think you were here

to kiss your family good night,
did you?

You and I both know
you don't deserve them.

You touch them,
I will kill you.

You think you have a choice
in the matter?

Go on.

(ominous music)

*

(door clicks open, closes)

Quincy, that was a lot faster
than I thought.

*

Andre.

I'm here to see my son.

-Just stop right there, Andre.
-I just wanna make things right

for Walker and our family,
baby.

Yeah, and I want that too,
but you'll have to kill me

before I let that happen.

*

(grunts)

(grunts)

Come here, baby.
Come.

-(Walker crying)
-TERI: Come on.

Oh.
Oh.

(Walker crying)

(yells)

*

ANDRE:
Teri!

-(Walker wailing)
-ANDRE: Teri!

Teri!

-(Teri shrieks)
-Come on!

-(Walker wailing)
-Andre?

-(Walker crying)
-ANDRE: Teri!

LUCIOUS: Son! Son! Son!
-Teri! Teri!

Please, son!
I know you're in there, Andre.

I know you don't wanna do this.

You don't wanna hurt the people

that you love the most!

You selfish bastard.

Yeah, you're right.
I'm selfish.

But you're stronger than me,
man.

Your love is greater than mine.
Don't do this.

It's not you, Andre.

You're better than that, son,
please.

Don't do that, son.

(dramatic music)

*

I'm sorry.
I'm--I'm so sorry.

-ANDRE: My son.
-LUCIOUS: No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.
Just stay back.

Teri, Teri, Teri.

It's okay.
It's okay.

It's Lucious.
Come on, open up.

Is the baby okay?
Is the baby okay?

-Yes. Yeah.
-LUCIOUS: Okay.

Andre.
Andre!

-(Teri gasping)
-LUCIOUS: Andre!

Wait, Andre?

(doorbell rings)

*

(knocking on door)

Okay.

What the hell are
y'all doing here?

Lucious called,
said you needed us.

I'm fine.

Cookie,
he told us about Andre.

-I said, I'm fine.
-CANDACE: Okay.

We didn't mean to overstep
our means.

We were just trying to
make sure you were all right.

Come on, Carol, let's go.

Wait.

Don't--don't go.

Honey, we are so sorry.

Lucious said I would need
you guys and I do.

-(Cookie sighs)
-CAROL: Oh, sis.

(Cookie whimpers)

-Let's go talk.
-Okay.

Oh, I was so mad at y'all.

-CANDACE: Mm.
-Well, welcome to my world.

I'm telling you,

that first week in rehab
was a bitch.

We were trying to help you,
Carol.

And you did.
You did.

You saved my life, both of you.

I wouldn't even be here
if you two hadn't stepped in.

And y'all thought y'all were
helping me.

(sniffles)

(solemn music)

I just know that
I don't wanna lose...

either one of you
because of the past,

over stuff we can't even
control now.

We don't wanna lose you again,
Cookie.

Not ever again.

And I don't wanna lose my son.

Hey, sis.
No.

You can't lose hope.
He's gonna be all right.

We gonna pray for him.

Come on, y'all.
Come on.

We gonna pray.

This is--this is new.

CANDACE: Heavenly Father...

we back again...

(mouths word)

Asking for your mercy.

*

(menacing music)

*

Without me...

you would be dead.

*

So you either get
with the program

or put yourself out of this
misery once and for all.

*

You're worthless.

Deep down, you know that.

*

(exhales deeply)

(Kingsley grunting)

LEAH:
Don't believe the voices.

Don't believe his lies.

(Kingsley grunting)

I love you.

Just like Dwight loves you.

-(Kingsley gurgling)
-(water splashing)

I love you so much.

I love you, Mom.

ANDRE: Meet your grandson,
Walker Lyon.

I love you.

(inspiring music)

(Kingsley grunting)

* Lean on me

* When you're not strong

* I'll be your friend

* I'll help you carry on

(gurgles, gasps)

SINGER:
* Tender mercy

CHOIR:
* Day after day

SINGER:
* Day after day, oh

I'm not worthless
and neither are you.

I thought you were
everything in me I hated.

You were everything in me
I should have loved

because it's all a part of me.

CHOIR:
* Great is Your mercy

SINGER:
* Great is Your mercy

It's all me.

CHOIR:
* Great is Your grace

SINGER:
* Great is Your mercy

* Towards me

* Your loving kindness

* Towards me

* Your tender mercies

* I see

* Day after day

CHOIR: * Forever faithful
towards me *

SINGER:
* You're so faithful, God

CHOIR:
* Always providing

-* For me
-SINGER: * Always providing

-* For me
-CHOIR: * Great is Your...

Andre.

-SINGER: * Great
-CHOIR: * Mercy

* Towards me

SINGER: * Great

* Great is Your grace

*

(objects clink)

We got our boy back.

It's me, Ma.

I promise it's me.

(instrumental "Lean on Me")

(Cookie whimpers)

(moans softly)

*

Take your brother to the couch.

How's Teri and Quincy
and the baby?

They're all fine.

Okay.

*

-You okay?
-I'm okay.

-You hungry?
-No, I'm--I'm good.

HAKEEM:
You're gonna be good, bro.

Thank you.

*

-We got your back, 100.
-COOKIE: Yes, always.

-I'm sorry.
-No, no, no, no, no.

Lookit here.
Don't you apologize, okay?

I love you.

-I love you, Ma.
-I know, baby.

-You're home now.
-I'm sorry.

I know.

We got you.

*

(dramatic hip-hop music)

*