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GISELLE: Previously, on Empire ...

Bossy Media is looking for a loan.

I might be interested in

investing into a Laundromat.

I know you're little messy ass

set this whole thing up.

She has no idea you're in on it.

You're a shady-ass bitch.

Your daughter's the real thing, man.

Just keep it business, Lucious.

I have something for you.

You think maybe you can breathe some life into it?

(dramatic music)

We're the new king and queen of Empire, baby.

I don't want a crown.

We should postpone this wedding.

We the one tip the cops off.

I spent 17 years in prison

because of you two snitch bitches.

*

And that's The Tea, y'all! Good night!

(laughs)

JODY: That's a wrap, everybody.

-Yes. -JODY: Uh, Cookie.

You have a visitor.

(applause fading)

Uh, can you have security throw her ass out?

-I'll take it. -Thank you.

You know what, Jody?

I'll take out my own trash. Thank you.

Didn't you get the hint

when I left your ass on the side of the road?

The doctor said that

Carol's responding good to her treatment.

(chuckles)

Let's be real clear here.

I don't care about you two snitch bitches.

Snitches? Like you were with Franklin?

Listen, that was different, okay?

Franklin was out of his mind.

And Lucious wasn't?

Lucious and I had a plan.

Having a plan is taking a second job at night

while you work on your music, not selling crack.

You know what?

Don't blame this all on Lucious, okay?

That was our decision. I was grown.

It broke Daddy's heart.

Say "Daddy" again, I will beat yo' ass.

Look, none of us meant for any of this to happen.

If I see you at Andre's wedding,

I'm gonna beat yo' ass in front of the preacher,

in the name of Jesus.

TOURIST: Oh, my God! Oh, my God, it's Cookie!

Oh, my God! I love you so much.

Can I get a picture, please?

Yes, of course, girl. I love you too.

-TOURIST: Thank you. -COOKIE: Aww.

Now is she somebody too?

-Uh, no, she ain't nobody. -TOURIST: Okay.

-COOKIE: Up there? -TOURIST: Mm-hmm.

-COOKIE: Enjoy your tour. -TOURIST: Yes, I will.

COOKIE: All right. How y'all doing?

*

(dramatic hip-hop music)

*

YANA: * So I'll

* Count down the days

* I'll try not to breakdown

* Keep the faith

* 'Cause home is on the way

*

That right there is gonna get played

at every wedding on the damn planet.

I don't care what your pronoun is.

-Clap for yourself. -(both laugh)

Yes, yes.

Thank you so much, bro.

I mean, it was just one of those days

where I felt like opening up my heart

and, um, you know, Yana's talent is

divine and speaks for itself.

CHARLAMAGNE: Oh, yeah. We can definitely hear that.

I'ma tell you, though, Lucious. You're a wild boy.

I don't think I can pull off

what you're pulling off right now.

You got your new girl working

with your ex-wife.

-Oh, yeah. -CHARLAMAGNE: Like, whoa.

It's complicated, but we are

figuring it out, beautifully, actually.

It's not that complicated.

I mean, you can't make assumptions like that, bro.

It ain't--it ain't like that.

CHARLAMAGNE: So you're trying to tell me a man writes

a song that good

for a woman this fine and there's nothing there?

Like, you can hear and see the chemistry between you.

Yeah, but this is strictly professional.

Okay, well, can we get back to the music?

LUCIOUS: Amen. That's what I'm saying.

This is for the world out there to know,

every day, we are laying down hits in that studio.

That's what we're doing.

All right, you heard it

from the man himself, Mr. Lucious Lyon.

Uh, they're strictly in the studio,

"laying down" hits.

-LUCIOUS: There you go. -(chuckles) Okay.

And I'm not about to argue back and forth with no legend.

Yeah, me neither.

(tense music)

(upbeat jazz music)

*

COOKIE: Oh, look at that dress.

Hello, Meghan Markle. (chuckles)

LUCIOUS: Did you see that crazy-ass schedule

that Andre put together?

I'm talking about the rehearsal down to the taking the bite.

-He's to the minute. -Okay, Lucious.

You--you hating a little bit, aren't you?

-No. -Yes, you are.

You are hating because Andre and Teri are

the new king and queen of Empire,

and you can't stand it.

Thought ain't crossed my mind.

I'm actually really happy for them.

So what's up with your sisters?

When they showing up?

They ain't coming,

and they better not show up to the wedding.

Did y'all have a little fallout or something

on your little road trip?

There's something you need to know, Lucious.

I'm here for Andre, okay?

You and I are divorced.

My business is not your business no more.

So you don't have to worry

your pretty little head about it.

You ready?

-Yes, I wanna eat. -You look amazing.

-No, you look amazing. -TERI: Thank you.

-COOKIE: Look at that dress. -Pop.

How you doing, son?

Fantastic.

*

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

This looks good.

Oh, they ain't got no crushed pepper.

(glass clinks)

(chuckles)

LUCIOUS: Oh, damn.

Mm, fancy.

ANDRE: All over the world, exactly 100 identical

invitations are being delivered.

Damn, who you channeling now, Willy Wonka?

I've limited the wedding to only 100 guests.

This event will be so exclusive,

everyone who's anyone will clamor for a golden ticket.

I ain't mad at ya.

-Well played, son. -Classy, hon.

Teri, are you sure you wanna marry my corny-ass brother?

-COOKIE: Oh, come on, 'Keem. -(Lucious laughing)

She is over the moon. Ain't that right, baby?

It's a dream come true.

-COOKIE: See? (chuckles) -Jamal's not even here.

Well, I spoke with Jamal. The adoption closes today.

He and Kai are in Nairobi, picking up their new baby.

See? Hey, y'all.

We are twice blessed.

We have a new grandbaby

and a new daughter-in-law.

Blessed indeed.

But before we share this bountiful feast

with our, uh, family,

let's discuss some ground rules for the ceremony, shall we?

Ground rules?

ANDRE: There will be no foolishness

or Lyon nonsense of any kind.

This is our day, and we will not be upstaged, right, honey?

Mm, I know you ain't talking about me.

What in hell are you talking about "upstaged"?

Yeah, like when you married Anika at my wedding.

If I didn't marry Anika,

all y'all would have been thrown in jail,

-including your ass. -COOKIE: Okay.

-I saved the family, man. -(glass clinking)

I would like to propose a toast.

(clears throat)

(sighs deeply)

You guys have been through a lot, but look at you.

You're standing strong, beautiful and blessed

and ready for the world...

(chuckles) a new baby,

and Andre of healthy body and spirit.

To the new first couple of Empire.

-Hmm. -(Cookie giggles)

Come on, honey.

Um--um, you'll--you'll have to excuse me.

Uh...uh.

I'm not feeling very well.

(somber music)

Uh-oh. Is she pregnant again?

Ooh, I would be so happy if she's pregnant.

Oh, she trippin'.

Teri's just stressed out from planning everything,

and, uh, your little outburst didn't help.

She don't know nothing about no stress.

(clattering)

This family is extra,

and Teri knows that she's put everything into this wedding,

and it needs to be perfect.

But if you can't help but be messy,

don't even bother showing up.

Clear?

*

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

You better go get his ass. Excuse me.

Can I get some more of this soup?

Mine is a little chilled from the drama.

This is strictly professional.

Okay, well, can we get back

-to the music? -LUCIOUS: Amen.

- I look like a fool. - You still fixated on that

damn thing? Turn it off.

Man, you--you're just making the situation worse.

How, Lucious?

You just lied in front of the entire world.

Well... (scoffs)

Did you ever stop to think that maybe I was trying

to protect your damn image?

Protect my image?

What is this, 1976?

Okay. All--all right.

What do you think people out there would think

about you if they knew you and I were together, huh?

What, Lucious?

You're only working with me

because we're sleeping together?

-Exactly. -Okay.

And your talent would be completely overshadowed,

and everything we worked for would be for nothing.

But what about what I want?

What you want went out the damn window

the moment that you said you wanted to be a star.

That comes with sacrifice. I've lived it.

Right, and hiding yourself from the public too, huh?

-That is old, Lucious. -Hey.

I'm not interested.

Yeah, well, you're not interested

in being a star then either.

Hey.

I love you, okay?

And you love me, and I don't care

if the world knows about it.

(dramatic music)

*

(sighs)

MAYA: * I can see it in your eyes *

* You wanna know my name

* You've never seen me around *

* I wonder who you think I am *

-(music stops) -Uh, hey.

(door closes)

I gotta record this track before I go to Vegas.

Yeah, your pop-up residency at Caesars, I heard.

Where's this new artist at?

-Yo, that bitch late? -Okay.

First off, she's not a bitch.

Secondly, she's not late. You're looking at her.

Wait. You got a record deal?

Yep.

This is whack, man, even for Andre corny-ass.

Oh, um...

(scoffs) Okay.

Well, I guess if you're not interested,

I can just run it by Devon.

Wait.

I might be good with it.

You gotta show me what you got first.

Well, then I guess I better get to work.

(funky hip-hop music)

Are you coming?

*

SINGER: * I can't quite put my finger on it *

Hey! Hey!

Did you get one? Oh, my God, did you get one?

Giselle, Becky! Did you get one?

-I got it. -I got the golden ticket!

We gotta take a picture!

This is so epic! Oh, my God!

-PORSHA: Get in there. -BECKY: Right here, right here.

-PORSHA: Oh, my God. -(cell phone camera snapping)

-(women scream) -PORSHA: Cookie!

Did you see this?

Get up out of here, looking like a fine-ass, Jeffrey.

COOKIE: I know about that. It's my son, dummy.

First of all, uh, what I'm--

Does this excitement have anything to do

with Bossy's massive profit margin?

What are you talking about?

Uh, Giselle,

why don't you tell Becky about

this 12 million that's in our account, huh?

Oh, and what about the 8 million more

that you used to open up this account?

What? Ho--wait a minute.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

Well, we are surprised, bitch. (laughs)

Bossy's booming! Okay?

Girl, where did $20 million come from?

COOKIE: That's what I need to know.

Uh, having three of the top ten artists

on Spotify, for starters.

And I split up our deposits so we wouldn't trigger

an IRS audit.

'Cause the last thing we need is the IRS on our back.

-Okay, my bitch is crafty. -Right?

But why didn't you tell us?

They were holding up our royalties

because we're a new company.

And then I got them to pony up,

and I wanted to celebrate all together.

Yes! Okay.

Okay, well, you know,

you need to communicate a little better.

You know, no secrets, no surprises.

Nobody like that. It looks shady.

Oh, that's rich coming from you, Cookie.

You know, usually, I'd snatch your wig

along with your edges with a comment like that.

But you just gave me 20 million reasons

why we need to hug it up.

-Come on, bring it in. -Ah! Come on, come on!

Come here. Come here.

(all squealing)

-Yes, bitch! -All right.

Yeah, that's enough.

Ooh, thank--girl.

Okay, now we need to figure out

exactly what to do with all that skrilla.

Oh, I'm way ahead of you.

-Okay. -I have a proposal

for a big show.

-A concert? -GISELLE: Yeah.

Honey, we been there, did it, done that.

What about, like, a festival? Coachella.

Ah! Now you are talking, Porsha.

Yes, that's exactly what Bossy needs,

its own Coachella.

-Bossychella. -(Porsha gasps)

BOTH: Bossychella.

-That rang real good. -Everybody calm down.

Cookie, that would be a mess.

Festivals are a logistical nightmare.

Girl, don't talk to me from fear.

Bossychella could be a major statement for women.

You know, Bossychella can define

who the Bossy woman is.

What we are is fierce, we're fabulous,

we're independent, and we're fine, honey.

Okay, so now I'm officially in.

-Are you in? Are you in? -Oh, you know I'm in.

GISELLE: You all need to slow your roll.

-I need to think about it. -Child, that sounds like a yes.

So I gotta go to Andre's photo shoot,

but to Bossychella!

BOTH: To Bossychella!

Bossychella! We got Bossychella!

- We should celebrate! - We got Bossychella.

(Pachelbel's "Canon in D" playing)

*

(camera snaps)

(camera snapping)

*

(indistinct chatter)

PHOTOGRAPHER: All right, we're all set.

You all can relax while I set up the next shot.

BOTH: Thank you.

You look beautiful, Ma.

Thank you. So elegant.

It's just, um, doesn't look anything like our house.

-It looks so, uh... -Traditional?

Well, that's exactly what we're going for.

We got the Essence cover,

and the caption will read, "The changing of the guard."

Well, I guess it's not your father's Empire anymore, so...

LUCIOUS: It ain't supposed to be.

When I told him to make Empire his own,

I meant it.

And what good is a coronation

if you don't have a palace?

Well done, son.

Mm-hmm.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Can I have the gentlemen, please?

Only the gentlemen.

All right, go break a leg. Your turn.

All right, that's you, and you look stunning.

Thanks, Lucious.

-Miss? -Oh, no.

-Lucious, may I have you stand? -COOKIE: How are you feeling?

-Things are, um-- -What, bumpy, rocky, huh?

It's called marriage.

Yeah, but--but this is, uh--um...

Look, this time, things are different, Cookie.

Oh, Teri, boo-hoo.

Girl, put your big-girl panties on.

You're not hearing me, Cookie.

Okay, I understand planning all of this

and putting your life on blast can be stressful.

But you want the roses, queen...

you must take the thorns too.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Can I have the ladies

-and the baby join in? -It's okay.

He is knocked out. Oh, have mercy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Here, take this for me. Thank you.

Shh, come on.

PHOTOGRAPHER: To the right.

Looks really good.

-COOKIE: I'm here. -PHOTOGRAPHER: Mm-hmm.

-PHOTOGRAPHER: Perfect. -(Cookie clears throat)

Everything okay, Ma?

Oh, everything is beautiful.

Teri and I were just talking about

how beautiful the flowers are.

TERI: Mm.

*

PHOTOGRAPHER: Here's the money shot.

(camera snapping)

(siren wails)

Look, Walker, all these famous people are coming

to celebrate with us.

(Walker coos)

But Mommy still isn't happy, is she?

(door opens)

-Quincy? -(door closes)

Oh, come here.

Oh, baby.

What are you doing here?

He sent a car.

I asked Quincy to come up from Penn for the wedding.

(sighs)

ANDRE: I thought it'd cheer you up...

both of you.

You know I'm only here 'cause I got my mama's back.

You got your mom's back?

-Yeah. -ANDRE: Okay.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh. (chuckles)

Look at baby bear trying to protect his mama.

I am not going through this sham of a wedding

when you're clearly out of your mind.

Come here, baby.

(Walker coos)

(foreboding music)

You warned me that you were dangerous...

and you were right.

See, Walker.

I know what Mommy's thinking all the time.

(Walker coos)

That's why I got us a little insurance.

(grunts)

Hey. Hey!

You're gonna stand at that altar

with a smile on your face.

(grunts, panting)

(chuckles)

Or what?

Or I'll send Quincy back to prison

just as easily as I got him out.

(gasps)

-(Teri grunting) -Hey!

(whimpering)

*

Go try on that dress again.

We need to make sure it's perfect.

(Walker whining)

-We need to talk. -DAMON: Here.

-GISELLE: What? -DAMON: Hold my balls.

(Damon laughs)

We have a problem, Damon.

Is everything all right with Yana?

You've been keeping an eye on her like I told you, yeah?

Yana is fine. It's Cookie.

She's been digging in the financials.

She fell for the royalties, but a concert

wasn't big enough for her.

So now she wants to launch

a full-on music festival.

-A festival? -Yes!

We are about to lose our ass.

No, no, no. That's perfect.

That's vendors, that's talent, that's merchandise,

that's millions of dollars going out

that nobody can track.

Did you hear what I just said?

No, 'cause I'm doubling down.

There'll be 20 million more dollars

in that Bossy account for you to wash.

$40 million?

(dramatic music)

How am I supposed to explain that to Cookie?

From what I can tell, you've spent a lifetime lying,

so tell another one.

*

Here, hold your own damn balls.

*

We didn't think you was gonna be stupid enough

to take the fall for Lucious.

BECKY: Do you hate it?

Cookie, you really hate it? Cookie.

Oh. (laughs)

Becky, hey. No.

You look amazing.

I know, right? It's V cute.

-COOKIE: Mm-hmm. -(laughs)

Yeah.

Okay, you're not in the mood. What's going on with you?

No, I'm just having one of those days,

but I can't make these numbers make sense.

We have invoices for Bossychella already?

You've put on enough shows for Lucious, right?

-BECKY: Mm-hmm. -Don't those numbers seem

a little high to you?

Mm.

(tense music)

Oh.

Actually, they do seem a little high.

What is D2 Event Planning? I've never heard of them.

They all belong to Giselle.

(phone rings distantly)

You always think somebody being shady, Cookie.

You said it yourself, Becky. Numbers don't lie.

Look, there's plenty of numbers.

You need to see more numbers? What is she doing?

-Girl, nothing. -COOKIE: Uh-huh.

I am 100% sure that Giselle has

a reasonable explanation for this, okay?

You need to remember she is not Eddie Barker Giselle anymore.

She's 1/3 of Black Girl Magic Giselle now.

All right, she could have a little explanation

for all of this, but I wanna hear it

from that heifer's mouth.

Huh.

(dramatic hip-hop music)

*

KINGSLEY: I would go with the black one.

(dramatic chord)

(sighs)

What is it now?

You're too hard on Teri,

and you shouldn't have brought Quincy into this.

Well, somebody needed to show her who was boss.

Stop doubting me.

I'll never let you hurt her. You hear me?

Never.

You both need to stop fighting me, Dre.

Oh, look who it is.

(melancholy music)

*

Whatever this is,

whatever you are...you win.

I will never question this arrangement again.

I will be your dutiful wife, but only in exchange

for the safety of both my sons.

I need your guarantee.

*

I need your solemn promise...

for Walker and Quincy.

*

You have it.

We're gonna be so happy together.

*

(phone rings distantly)

Oh, Yana, come in.

Thank you.

Cookie, I need you to know something.

Please don't tell me your album's not on schedule.

It's--that's not it.

Uh, I'll be coming to

Andre's wedding with Lucious.

Oh.

Okay. Whew.

(both laugh)

Um, also, I know when we signed,

I expressed that I wanted

everything to be strictly professional,

and I meant that when I said it.

Things are just a little different now,

and I just wanna be completely honest

in our business.

Lucious and I are together.

Oh. Okay.

Um, look, here's what I care about.

You sleep with whoever you want to,

just don't mess up my money.

Okay. But we're in love.

He told you that?

No, not exactly.

Oh. (chuckles)

Well... (clears throat)

you know what they say.

Good music comes from pain.

And with you and Lucious together,

I'm sure that'll get us a couple hit records.

Good luck, baby.

(upbeat hip-hop music)

*

* I can see it in your eyes

* In my eyes

* You wanna know my name

* You've never seen me around

-SINGERS: * Me around -* I wonder who

-* You think I am -SINGERS: * I am

* Yeah, I think you a real one *

* Yes, it think it's perfect timing *

* You fit the description

* Flexing that Pilate body

* You walk in the building

* Uh, and you shut down the party *

* Got me in my feelings, yeah *

* Girl, you know what you started *

* I'm 'bout to sip this wine, for real *

* I bet you that he think I'm fine, for real *

* For real, go get the wine and pop a cork out *

* Then turn around, look back at it *

-* Make it poke out SINGERS: * Poke it out

* I see the way that you're looking at me *

* Yeah, I'm looking at it, and I like what I see *

* Tell me what is on your mind *

* All I'm thinking 'bout is you on me *

* I see the way that you're looking at me *

* Uh, you see me looking

* With a smile on my face

* Maybe I should give you some time *

* Time is money, and it's slipping away *

* Oh, I think that I'm feeling the same way you do *

* You feeling me in the same way, don't be killing me *

* With the lame games, I'm good, good *

* I don't chase things, but you're bad, bad *

* That's facts, that's why

* You got me coming back

-* Bae -* I see the way that

* You're looking at me

* Yeah, I'm looking at it

* And I like what I see

* Tell me what is on your mind *

* All I'm thinking 'bout is you on me *

* I see the way that you're looking at me *

* Yeah, you see me looking with a smile on my face *

* Maybe I should give you some time *

* And it's slip--

This thirsty trick sings now?

Like, really?

Uh, I actually don't just sing.

I dance, I act...

maybe we'll be up for some of the same roles.

(scoffs) So you're a comedian now too?

(sighs)

I waited all day for my wedding invitation,

but it never came.

Probably because playing Cookie and being her

is not the same thing.

Maybe because you're my plus one.

-Really? -HAKEEM: Look, I'ma go

take you shopping, all right?

Get you that dress you wanted.

(soft music)

*

Hey, that track was fire, bae.

*

(elevator dings)

(indistinct chatter)

ANDRE: Hey.

I know it's last minute,

but I'd love for you and Treasure

to sing at the wedding.

After you disrespected my girl

and my sister?

-You gotta be kidding. -Look, look--whoa.

Devon.

Okay, things can get heated when creativity's involved.

We're both passionate men,

and I was just trying to stoke those flames.

-I'm sorry it got out of hand. -You should have thought

about that before you tried to punk me.

(curious music)

(car beeps)

*

For you...with my apologies.

*

How would it look if I got hitched

without Empire's number one artist to back me up?

*

It's Teri's favorite.

Think you and Treasure can learn that by tomorrow?

*

(sighs)

*

Bet.

(phones ringing distantly)

(growls)

Giselle, you got a second?

Yeah, I'm locked out of my computer.

Are you guys having trouble too?

You know, uh, about that.

-I wanted to-- -Actually, you know,

Cookie wanted to ask about some of the vendors

that you were talking to for Bossychella.

Where did you find them?

What Becky meant to say was,

"Bitch, have you lost your mind?"

Do you see them prices?

That is not what I meant to say.

Yeah, that's what you should have said.

Let me ask you a question, Cookie.

What vendors did you use when you were at Empire?

What does that matter?

Empire is a major global player

and negotiates lower prices

based on the sheer volume of the orders.

We're smaller. We don't get those deals.

Okay, I told you that it would be

a reasonable explanation.

I don't like your tone.

If there's something you really wanna say,

you need to just come out and say it.

Okay, well, I will.

All of those vendors are fake,

and all of the money goes through the same bank

in the Cayman Islands.

That's right out of Eddie Barker's playbook,

isn't it, Giselle?

You know what?

You need to come off your high horse.

We've all done things in our past

that we wish we could undo.

But I would never cheat my partners.

Ever.

-But... -But.

GISELLE: You remember that little cash flow crisis we had

-a few months back? -COOKIE: Yes.

When we almost went under.

Okay, okay, you got half that money

from your college roommate, right?

-I got it from Damon Cross. -What?

-Oh, my... -BECKY: Wait a minute.

-BECKY: Hold on. -He's almost paid off.

There is no "almost" with Damon!

Wait, who is Damn Cross?

You don't even wanna know, but Giselle knows.

Wouldn't be the first time

you laid on your back for some cash.

-You know what? -(overlapping shouting)

We are really not doing this. We're not!

Okay?

I don't know what the hell is going on,

and somebody tell me who Damon Cross is.

Let me tell you.

The FBI is after Damon, okay?

So that means his little tainted money could

take down everything we built!

(ominous music)

-Are we laundering his money? -Yes, thanks to this bitch!

Tell me it's a lie. Giselle, tell me it's not true.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

-COOKIE: Giselle... -I mean that.

-Are you serious? -COOKIE: No.

Secrets and lies are like bombs.

You can only hold 'em for so long

because they will blow up in your damn face!

(whispers) I'm sorry.

-COOKIE: No, no, no. -GISELLE: I--

You are sorry because you got caught.

You wanna be a real boss bitch,

walk out of here and don't you say another word.

Girl, you are done here!

*

Uh-uh, leave the laptop. What are you doing, bitch?

-This is mine. -No, it's not.

You know what? We are not doing this!

Just go.

Yeah, you better just go.

-Giselle, just--just go. -Just go, sweetie.

Go home, honey. Bye-bye.

I don't know where you're going,

but you gotta get the hell up on out of here.

*

SINGER: * Do you know that some folks know about it *

-* Some don't -(door slams shut)

Should have called, I would have had lunch ready.

How's your leg?

I know about your little dirty games

you've been playing, Damon.

You see, I already kicked

Giselle's shady-ass to the curb.

Well, I ain't got no beef with you, Cookie.

But I do have a deal with Giselle.

I'ma need you to run that 40 mil through your books.

-(gun clicks) -Hey!

Easy now, little mama. What you doing?

I'm just reaching for the cinnamon.

You're not using my company no more.

That's cool.

I--I ain't got a problem with that.

Just give my money back, and we can call it a day.

No, donut man. That's not how that work.

That money belongs to me now.

You don't wanna do this, Cookie.

You know, the last man I shot, I didn't mean to,

but this time...

-(gunshot) -(Damon yelps)

(agonizing groan)

(grunting) Damn it.

Mmm-mm! (smacks lips)

This is the taste of sweet revenge.

Mmm. How does your leg feel, bitch?

Mm-hmm.

Shake it off. You'll be all right.

(Bach's "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" playing)

-You good? All right. -GUEST: Yes.

*

(camera snapping)

Well, I guess you were right.

*

-Thank you. -It's great to see you.

Oh, my God. I thought she wasn't showing.

-LUCIOUS: Candace. -(camera snapping)

Lucious.

*

What the hell are you doing here?

Still haven't told him yet, have you?

No, 'cause if I'd have told him,

you'd be a dead bitch by now.

I am just here for my nephew. That's all.

Good. Enjoy.

Hey, hey, hey.

We were trying to save you just like you were trying

to save Carol and me.

Oh, and look where that got us.

Families help each other. Remember that.

Mm-hmm.

You remember that.

-(phone ringing) -(metallic jingling)

Please, don't call security.

I'm just here to talk and apologize...

-Mm-mm. Mm. -GISELLE: And explain.

(chuckles) You wanna apologize for lying to me,

for betraying me, is that it?

All of that, Becky. All of it.

We were going to lose Bossy, everything that we built.

Okay, you think this is about Bossy.

This is about us, okay?

-I trusted you. -Becky...

No, no, no. We were partners, okay?

I look up to you, and you could have come to me

and you know it.

Where were you gonna get your hands on

that kind of money, huh?

-I had no choice. -No, no, no.

See, that's where you're wrong, okay?

You had choices. You could have chosen me.

You could have chosen us.

You could have chose to believe that we would get through this

the way we get through everything.

I can fix this. We can fix this.

No, there is no fixing it.

There's no fixing this.

It is clear that you have never trusted me.

Becky...

Becky.

(solemn music)

No, because I don't trust you now.

*

Come on.

PASTOR: Everyone, please, take your seats.

(Bach's "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" continues playing)

-PASTOR: Hello, Andre. -Pastor. All right.

*

* And for love's sake

* Each mistake

* Oh, you forgave

* And soon both of us

* Learned to trust

* Not run away

CHOIR: * Run away

* There's no time to play

* We built it up

* And built it up

TREASURE: * And built it up

BOTH: * And now we're solid

(upbeat pop music)

* Solid as a rock

*

* That's what this love is

TREASURE: * That's what we've got

* Oh, ooh

BOTH: * And now we're solid

CHOIR: * Solid

ALL: * Solid as a rock

*

* And nothing's changed it

DEVON: * No

BOTH: * This thrill is still

* Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot *

TREASURE: * Hey

Families help each other.

DEVON: * Didn't turn away

* When the sky went gray

* No, I didn't

* Somehow we managed

* We had to stick together

CHOIR: * Ahh, ahh

* Ahh, ahh

-* And for love's sake -* Yeah

* Each mistake

* Oh, you forgave

-DEVON: * Whoa, oh -TREASURE: * And soon...

I'm not feeling very well.

DEVON: * Both of us

TREASURE: * Learned to trust

CHOIR: * Learned to trust

TREASURE: * Not run away

CHOIR: * Oh

* There was no time to play

* We built it up

* And built it up

TREASURE: * And built it up

BOTH: * And now we're solid

You're not hearing me, Cookie.

*

A family's supposed to look out for each other.

-What? -Teri.

She tried to tell me something, and I didn't listen.

-Well-- -I gotta go.

No, no. What are you doing?

No. He said no--no nonsense here.

No, this ain't no nonsense, man.

-Come on, Cookie. -Look, you come on.

-TREASURE: * We've got -BOTH: * And now we're solid

CHOIR: * Solid

ALL: * Solid as a rock

DEVON: * Ooh

ALL: * And nothing's changed it

* No

BOTH: * The thrill is still

* Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot *

All right, Teri.

(menacing music)

COOKIE: Teri.

Help me.

*

(breathing shakily)

Please.

*

TREASURE: * Yeah

ALL: * Solid

BECKY: Come on.

ALL: * As a rock

(cheers and applause)

(sentimental string music plays)

*

(indistinct chatter)

GUESTS: Aww.

GUEST: Cute.

*

(indistinct chatter)

GUEST: Aww.

Aww.

(indistinct chatter continues)

*

Everyone.

*

(door opens)

*

Andre.

(exhales)

Teri isn't coming, son.

*

(indistinct chatter)

What?

I'm sorry.

This isn't happening today.

(dramatic music)

*

What the hell is going on?

Son, your mother and I need to have a word with you.

(sentimental string music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(exhales sharply)

-Look, Andre-- -No.

All right, just take a minute.

*

(breathes shakily)

*

(whispers) It's all falling apart.

(suspenseful music)

I need you to pull it together, Andre.

*

Andre. Andre.

*

You giving up?

You had enough?

*

Okay.

Then this is the last...

that you will ever see of this world.

*

(dramatic music)

*

Sorry, folks, but I've just been informed

that Teri isn't feeling well.

-Um... -(guests murmuring)

ANDRE: The doctor's with her, just a very mild case

of food poisoning, nothing to worry about.

Besides, we're already legally married anyway.

(laughter)

But this is still a turn-up, right?

-ALL: Yeah. -ANDRE: We've got sprinters

at the ready to run you all

to the reception.

By then, Teri should be, uh,

ready to join us.

So...Devon, Treasure,

play these lovely people out.

DEVON: Okay. Here we go, everybody.

Three, two, one.

BOTH: * We're solid

CHOIR: * Solid

(upbeat pop music)

ALL: * Solid as a rock

Sorry about that.

ALL: * That's what this love is

(whispers) Where is she?

DEVON: * That's what it is

Look, man. Andre!

TREASURE: * That's what we got

BOTH: * And now we're solid

Hey.

CHOIR: * Solid

ALL: * Solid as a rock

* Oh

ALL: * And nothing's...

Isn't that Ryan Coogler?

Yo, why you gotta be so thirsty, babe?

Gotta make sure we're in the same van.

I'm gonna be the female lead in Black Panther 2.

-DEVON: * Hot, hot -TREASURE: * Yeah

BOTH: * Solid

At least it's Ryan Coogler she's ditching you for.

ALL: * Solid as a rock

Yeah, well, this half-ass wedding's

messing up my schedule.

I need to get to Vegas.

It--It's actually really unfortunate

that we didn't get to finish that record,

but maybe when you get back...

Or we can do it on the jet.

*

-DEVON: * Solid -CHOIR: * Solid

Let's go.

ALL: * Solid as a rock

Where's my wife? Where's my son?

They're safe, Andre.

Andre, Teri told your mother that you frightened her,

that you--you--you were dangerous, man.

She also said you gave Quincy drugs.

-It's all lies, Ma. -LUCIOUS: Is that true?

-Did you do that? -ANDRE: It's all lies, Pop.

It's all lies.

(ominous music)

You listened to her?

You simple, stupid-ass fools. You listened to her?

You believe her over me? You ruined my coronation!

Okay, look, Andre.

We have been through a lot together.

Whatever you're going through right now,

we can help you.

We are family, so you need to wat--

-Where is she? -Andre!

-(door slams open) -Get your ass back here!

-COOKIE: Go get him. -LUCIOUS: Andre!

*

(whimpering) Oh.

Oh. Oh.

*

GISELLE: Okay.

I've liquidated everything

I could possibly get my hands on.

So 12 million.

-You owe me 40 million. -I know.

And I will...get the rest, I promise.

-DAMON: Mm-hmm. -GISELLE: These here plus...

this comes to about a million, give or take.

What I look like to you, some kind of pawn shop?

If I was you and I owed me 40 million,

I would have run.

But I'm not a coward, Damon,

and I wanna make it right with my partners.

Who, Becky and Cookie? You trying to get them

to trust you again?

Yes.

And what about me, though?

You know, I'm your partner too.

You should be worried about me.

I know, and I will make it right.

Okay, Giselle.

-Okay. -DAMON: Yeah.

I'll see you out.

-Thank you. -(groans) No problem.

I'll get it. I'll get it, okay?

Look, one more thing.

(yelps)

(screaming)

You give me one reason why I should let you

walk out that door.

(Giselle gasping)

(whispers) I'm sorry, Damon.

Teri!

(door slams shut)

Teri! Teri!

-LUCIOUS: Andre! -COOKIE: Andre!

(dramatic music)

Teri!

You think I don't see?

Look, if you get her back here now,

there's still time to sort all this out.

Come here, son. Son, I need you--

-ANDRE: Teri! -LUCIOUS: Calm down.

-LUCIOUS: You need some-- -Teri!

Andre, you need some help, son.

-You think I can't see? -See what?

You all in this together.

-Come on, son. No. -ANDRE: You're in it together.

You couldn't take me eclipsing you, could you, huh?

You're all in this together to take me down from within.

-LUCIOUS: Come on, son. -A palace coup!

A conspiracy against my leadership!

-And you, bitch. -COOKIE: What?

-ANDRE: It was all your fault. -LUCIOUS: Hey!

-(clatters) -(Cookie screams) Andre!

Don't you take another step!

*

Andre, please.

Do you love me?

(whispers) Andre.

(clatters)

You'll choose her over me!

-COOKIE: No, Andre! -(Andre grunts)

She left us, right?

(crashes)

COOKIE: Andre, please!

(clatters)

*

-COOKIE: Andre, no! -(groans)

-No, Andre! -(groans)

(crashes)

(grunting)

(panting)

(yells)

*

(crying)

(grunts)

*

(dramatic hip-hop music)

*