All language subtitles for Ambitions s01e18 Save the Best for Last.eng

- Previously,
on "Ambitions..."

- Life as you know it is over.

Mother and I are going
to throw you

a tasteful retirement party
at the compound,

naming me your successor.

- Thought you'd like
to see my latest

filmmaking project.

- You're more insane
than I thought!

- I think I need to look
up this Greg Peters's number,

sounds like he and I
got a lot to talk about.

- Something's going on
at Purifoy and I need to get

to the bottom of it.

You have no idea
how much you just helped me.

- It's Ben, we have a problem.

- Hey, babe, where are you?

- On my way home with a box
of your favorite cupcakes.

- Titus!

Excuse me.
I'm looking for Titus Hughes,

they said he was on this floor.

I'm sorry, his room, please?

Where's my husband?
- One moment.

- Where is Titus Hughes?!
They said he was on this floor.

- Mrs. Hughes?
- Yes?

- I'm Elizabeth,
the charge nurse.

Your husband was taken
directly from the ER

into pre-op, he's being prepped
for emergency surgery.

- What?
How bad is he hurt?

- He's bleeding internally.

Your husband's situation
is touch-and-go,

but the best surgeons
in Atlanta--

- I have to see him.

- I'm afraid
that's not possible.

- You just said he was
touch-and-go,

so that means he may not
come out of this surgery,

so I have to talk to him!

- Just let the surgeons
do their work.

Every effort will be made
to save your husband's life.

There's nothing you can do
for him right now.

- I'm sorry--how long
will the surgery last?

- It could be hours.
But afterwards,

they're gonna bring him
to this floor to recover.

There's a waiting room
right down there

and there'll be a doctor
to update you

at the earliest possible moment.

- I have to go.

- Titus.

- Hell. Wish I could say
I'm surprised to see you

with my shady-ass cousin.

- Darcia and I just made
a sweet deal,

had catch you to share
the great news.

You sell champagne in this dive?

- Whatever deal you think
you made with that demon girl

might as well have been signed
in invisible ink.

- Don't be so sure about that.

Read it and weep, couz.

- Let me know if you need
any help with the big words.

- Doctors, lawyers,
everybody said Uncle Senior

was in his right mind when
he revised that will.

- Ain't no way in hell
that's legit.

- The court said I was free
to take possession

of my two-thirds ownership
in Thelma's Place.

- Which she promptly sold
to me.

- Thelma's Place can only
be sold if Evan and I

sign off on it.

- I couldn't force the sale
of Thelma's Place

in its entirety
to Greg Peters Construction,

but according to Georgia law,
since I jointly own

the restaurant with you
and Evan Junior,

I was free to do with my share
as I saw fit.

- It has been a pleasure
doing business with you, Darcia.

- It wasn't enough what you
did to my daddy,

and now you got to come for his
and my mama's life's work?

- I had nothing to do
with your father being killed.

And while I sympathize
with your loss,

I am still a businessman.

- Now that I'm majority owner
of Thelma's Place,

be on notice that future
insubordinations by staff

will be severely disciplined.

I hope that's clear to you.

- Constance. Constance.
What's all this?

- Mrs. Lancaster's
evening gowns, sir.

- And you're throwing them away?

- She's following
my orders, darling.

- Tell me why the next bullet
shouldn't go between your eyes.

- Have you lost your
goddamn mind?

You could've killed me.
- If I wanted you dead,

you'd be bleeding out
on the floor.

Perhaps...

Bella...would warn you.

I certainly wouldn't.

- That's why there's a pile
of ballgowns

littering our foyer?

You've been listening
to ridiculous gossip

about me and your seamstress?

- I had her bastard child's
DNA tested, Evan!

I know he's yours!

- Joaquin is innocent,
you had no right.

- Oh. Now isn't that telling?

You only manage to offer
true emotion

when it comes
to that woman's son.

If only you'd shown our children
the same consideration.

- Look, Stephanie,
I know you're hurt.

- Please, hurt?

I'd have to love you for that,
and I never did.

- It's a pretty extreme reaction
over someone you never loved.

- My reaction has nothing to do
with affection.

I'm furious that you risked
everything we built

over some...cliché tryst
with the help!

This marriage is over.
- Wait, come on.

Stephanie.

Consider our endgame.

The one where you transform
Carlisle Perkins

into the nation's top
black-owned law firm,

and I'm the first black
governor of Georgia.

I don't need your help
to achieve my goals, Evan.

As for your dream

of the Georgia
governor's mansion?

Good luck making it come true
without a Carlisle backing you.

- Our marriage means more
than that to me.

- Prove it.

Your shell committee
is the primary investor

in Bella Tru.

Sign over your shares to me.

- I can't do that.

- Divorce it is, then.

- I sincerely hope
it was worth it.

Because you are no longer
a part of this family.

- I guess it's a good thing
I got enough of Peters's loot

to make sure I never have
to depend on family ever again.

- How could you do this to us?

It's like you forgot everything
good about how we grew up.

- See, Rondell?
That's your problem.

You're stuck in the past

while I'm thinking
about the future,

and a check with a whole
lot of zeroes on it.

Good luck with Peters.

Something tells me
you're gonna need it, couz.

See you around.

- Hey, how's it going?
- Hey, Stephen.

Get your ass out
of my chair.

- Before I physically
remove you.

- Fine!

The seat...is yours.

For a few more days.

Oh! I spoke with Mother
this morning,

and she assured me that planning
for your retirement party

is coming along swimmingly.

Any special requests?

- What makes you so sure
that I'm gonna go along

with your plot to overthrow me?

- Because you are aware
of the consequences

of defying me.

If you aren't,
I can certainly remind you.

- You know, your arrogance
is gonna be

your undoing, Stephanie.

- About the party--

- Yeah, go ahead and plan
the damn party.

But I can promise you one thing.
Novak Petrovic?

He's not gonna be nearly
as amused by your stunts

and inane antics as his son is.

- Let me guess,
one of your mini schemes

in danger of blowing up
in your perfectly made-up face?

- Hmm.

Enjoy your last few moments
in my office, Daddy.

- Hello?
- Amara? Oh, girl,

I must have called
the wrong number,

I was trying to reach Titus
for some legal advice.

Since my no-good brother
ain't answering his phone.

- No, Rondell,
you called the right number,

I'm on Titus's phone.

We're at Atlanta Mercy,
he's been in surgery all night.

- What?

- He was hit by a car.

- Tell me what you need.

- This is ridiculous.

What, am I waiting for
my blindfold and last cigarette?

- It's not an execution, Hunter.

- I'll be damned if it ain't.

And don't think for one minute
I'm just gonna stand by idly

and let you sons of bitches
kick me out of my own company!

This fight ain't over.

- Don't make this more difficult
than it already is, Hunter.

- Business is business.

- Ladies, gentlemen. Think!

What you're suggesting
is ridiculous.

Purifoy Pharmaceuticals
is nothing

without a Purifoy at the helm.

- This isn't about
the Purifoys.

This is about salvaging
a publicly traded company.

There's talk of lawsuits
pending in Michigan,

Oklahoma and other states.

Now, considering that
our general counsel is in ICU,

this board has a responsibility
to act swiftly.

- Ellen's right. There's even
talk of a federal case.

- I told you cockroaches
not to settle.

- We didn't have a choice
thanks to you.

Our only option now
is to change leadership.

- The Purifoys have successfully
led this company

for almost six decades.

- And that comes to an end now.

- Negro, I'm gonna need you
to call me back!

Darcia done sold her shares
of Thelma's Place

to Greg Peters.

Okay, here you go,
got your toothbrush,

a deodorant, baby wipes,
a change of clothes,

some snacks and
an Octavia Butler novel.

Your name's in there
and I was sure to lock up.

- Thank you.

I don't know what I'd do
without you.

- Any update?

- He's still in critical
condition.

- It's gonna be okay, girl.

The doctors are gonna take
care of Titus

and in the meantime,
I'm here to take care of you.

You had anything to eat?
Okay.

- Mrs. Hughes?
- Yes?

- I'm Dr. Harrison,
I'm one of the surgeons

who operated on your husband.
- How is he?

- He's better today,

but he's not
out of the woods yet.

We have him on pain medication
so he may be

in and out of consciousness.

However, he is awake right now
and he wants to see you.

- Okay. Thank you.

- It's right there.

- Dr. Maine to recovery.

Dr. Maine, please report
to recovery.

- Hey.
- Hey, baby.

- You gave me quite a scare.

- Somebody hit me.
- Yeah, I know, honey.

It was an accident,
it was a hit and run.

- No. No.

- What?
- No accident.

- What?
- It was...no accident.

- Titus?

- I'm sorry, Amara,
Titus needs his rest.

- I love the changes,
they're really gonna work well.

- I saw the colors--
- Uh, you'll forward those

adjustments to the caterer,
Mason?

- Of course, Mrs. Carlisle.

And congratulations on
your retirement, Mr. Carlisle.

- You wanna know where you
can shove your congratulations?

- I'll pick up the samples
later, okay?

- That was uncalled for.
- Well, forgive me.

I tend to forget my proper
etiquette

when I'm being plotted against
by one of my own offspring.

- All of this could've been
avoided if you listened to me

and stepped down from
Carlisle Perkins months ago.

- You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

- I beg your pardon?
- You have been lying in wait

to snatch control of this firm
from me ever since

I took it from your father,
so now thanks to Stephanie,

here's your chance
for retribution.

- Oh, Stephen,
you're being ridiculous.

Would I have stayed with you
all these years

if I harbored some deep-seated
resentment against you?

Now, I've made it no secret

that I believe our daughter's
time has come,

but I am not supporting
Stephanie to hurt you.

- She is blackmailing me
into retirement.

- But you left her no choice!

- You know me well enough to
realize I cannot let Stephanie

have what she wants,
not this way.

- Then don't do it
for Stephanie.

Do it for me. Hmm?

Do it for us.

Don't you think it's time
we did what we talked about?

Traveling more,
spending time with Samantha,

Adrian and the grandchildren?

Baby, we are not getting
any younger.

Hmm?

- You need to eat something.

- I don't have an appetite.

- It's gonna be
alright, mija.

- Stephanie stood right here
in my living room

and promised to take
everything away from me,

including Joaquin.

- She has every right
to be angry,

but she should take it out
on her cheating husband,

not you, and certainly
not my grandchild.

Mija.

Maybe it's time you considered
leaving Atlanta.

- You were always so against
the idea of me moving away.

Especially after
I had Joaquin.

- Circumstances have changed,
Isobel.

After everything you
and Joaquin have been through,

from that kidnapping to that
horrible incident with Perla,

I think getting out of Atlanta
is your best bet.

And I can come with you
and help you to settle in.

- I'm starting to get real
traction with Corazon.

- Corazon Textiles has an office
in Manhattan,

I saw it on their website.

- You've really put a lot
of thought into this.

- I need you and Joaquin safe.

And the only way to accomplish
that is to get you both

as far away from Stephanie
and Evan Lancaster as possible.

- Can you tell me

where I can find Titus Hughes's
room?

- Stephanie.
What are you doing here?

You're the last person Amara
wants to see right now.

- How's Titus?

- How is he?

- Amara.
- My husband is fighting

for his life because of you.

- I didn't cause Titus's
accident.

- It was no accident, Stephanie.

Damian did this.

- Okay, wait,
who the hell is Damian?

- Tell your sister-in-law
how you brought a man

from my past to Atlanta
to wreck my marriage

because you still want
my husband.

- Is this true, Stephanie?

- Amara.

I know that we haven't
exactly been on good terms

as of late, but perhaps
we can put our differences aside

for Titus's sake.
- Oh, no, you know what?

You need to go.

- Amara. If this...Damian
is responsible

for what happened to Titus,

he'll get what's coming
to him.

I can promise you that.

- Come in.

- Mr. Mayor,
your father-in-law is here.

- Okay to come in?
- Thank you, Chloe.

- I'd hate to get comfortable
just for you call your mall cops

in on me again.

- Don't make any
thinly veiled threats

or attempts at coercion
and that won't be necessary.

- Deal.

May I?

- So, what do you want, Stephen?

- A little ice would be nice.

- Thank you.

- So.

Are you aware that, uh,
Stephanie is trying

to force me out
of Carlisle Perkins?

- She's been plotting against
you since she was

in nursery school,
what else is new?

- Well...

The way I figure it,
neither of us can afford

to let Stephanie have
what she wants.

- Why exactly would I care
either way

who helms Carlisle Perkins?

- Because there's no way in hell
you'll ever be elected

the first black governor
of Georgia

with a first lady who serves
as consigliere

to Serbian gangsters.

- This...conversation
might have given me pause

a few weeks ago,
but it's starting to look like

your precious daughter and I

might not be married
much longer.

- Let me guess.

She caught you tomcatting
around on her?

Don't worry, son,
I'm not judging you.

We all play around
from time to time.

Including Stephanie.

- What are you insinuating,
old man?

- Stephanie has been taking
care of much more

than Greg Peters's legal needs.

For months now.

What are you and I going to do

to put that daughter of mine
back in her place?

- Where am I?

- Hell.
Or at least you soon will be

if you don't hand over
all copies of the video footage

you illegally recorded
from my office.

- Hmm. Now she's, uh...
concerned about legalities.

- I don't have time
for vapid conversation, Damian.

Either you hand over
the footage,

or the gentleman that delivered
you here will be back.

And he won't ask as nicely.

- You really are
out of your mind.

- Said the pervert
stalker with a voyeurism fetish.

- You might as well
call your boy, Stephanie.

I ain't giving you shit.

- Very well, then,
I will simply have you killed,

then track down the files,

while buzzards feast
on your flesh

upon Kennesaw Mountain.

- Ooh. You're not gonna
kill anyone.

You don't have it in you.

- Psycho bitch.

- Two cubes, please.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

- Better now that I'm here
with you.

- That sounds like Stephanie
is still on the war path.

- No, to hell with her.

Trust me, she is in no position
to judge us.

- What happens now?

- I haven't figured it out,
but I can promise you this much:

she won't be able to hurt you
or Joaquin.

I'll keep you safe.

- Mami thinks me and Joaquin
should move to New York City.

She even offered to come with.

- And what did you tell her?

Bella.

- Corazon has an office there.

I could work
on my next collection

and expose Joaquin
to all the culture--

- No.
- It's a two-hour flight,

you can visit.

- I said no.
Absolutely not.

You're not taking my son
out of Atlanta.

- It's not your decision
to make.

And Stephanie is never
gonna back down.

- Stephanie is all talk.

- She broke in my home
to threaten me and my son.

And how many times has she
pulled a gun on you?

- I can handle her.
- Just admit it.

You can't control your wife.
No one can.

Stephanie will never stop
coming after me

if Joaquin and I are still
part of your life, Evan.

The only way to protect
our son...

is for you and me to go
our separate ways.

And this time for good.

- I'm not letting you
and Joaquin go without a fight.

- You have no choice.

- Still ain't
telling you shit.

- Stephanie! Stop!
- You followed me?

- What the hell are you doing?!

- Help me.
- Untie him right now.

I'm calling the authorities.

Whatever the hell this is,
I'm putting a stop--

- You were right!

Damian hit Titus with his car.

He confessed.
Just before you arrived.

- That's not--that's not true.

That's not. That's...

- Did you run my husband over
and then leave him for dead?

- Of course he did!

He'd do anything
to have you to himself.

- Just shut up, Stephanie!

- But you know it's true.

I would never have been able
to convince him

to do my bidding if
he wasn't obsessed with you!

- Get off of her! Get off!
Damian!

- Damian, stop, let her go!

- He's dead.

- Amara.

We've gotta get out of here.

- We can't just leave him here.

- Think of what that animal
did to Titus.

- You caused this!
All of it!

- Alright, guilty as charged,

you can spend
the rest of our lives

hating me for it,
but we cannot stand here

and argue over a dead body!

We've gotta get the hell
out of this cabin.

- No, I gotta call the police.
We gotta call the police.

- And tell them what?
That the man you had

an affair with is...dead
by your own hands?

- I hit him to save your life!

- Can you convince the police

and the district
attorney of that?

How about a jury?

- You're asking me to cover up
a homicide.

Stephanie, I can't do that!

I'm not like you!
I have a conscience!

- And what good will your
precious conscience do for you

when you're in prison?!

- I'm not the one
who kidnapped him

and brought him here to torture
him!

- Okay.

Listen, Amara.

We're in this together.

And I will not let either one
of us go down

for the likes of Damian Collins.

He isn't worth it!

You know that better
than anyone!

Just...let my guys
take care of this.

They can make it seem like
we weren't even here.

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

- Amara. Trust me.
I've got this.

Go to your husband.

Go to him.
I'll take it from here.

- Okay.

Uh...okay.

Rashid? I need you
to get back to the cabin.

We've got a situation.

- Dad, Mom called me
and she's worried.

What are you doing here
on a Saturday?

- What's it look like?
- Come on, let's go home.

- You know, I told your
grandfather...

that it was a mistake
going public.

I said it would open
the door for those Ivy League

yahoos to come in and take
over our family business.

Sure enough.

- We'll get
the company back, Dad.

We are Purifoy Pharmaceuticals.

- So have you heard
anything about that turncoat

Titus Hughes?

- Yeah, he's still
in the hospital.

In critical condition.

- And he's getting exactly
what he deserves, then.

He won't be blowing any
whistles

with a trach tube in his mouth.

- You shouldn't
talk like that.

Look, this is a minor setback.

It won't be long before
you're back in charge.

- This is all Stephen Carlisle's
fault, you know.

Bastard said he wouldn't stop
until he ruined me.

Mission accomplished.

- I'm gonna call you
a car service.

Hi, yeah, can I get
a car service for my father?

And go directly to the house,
no matter what he says.

Okay. Thank you. Bye.

I--

- As discussed,
this will air tomorrow night,

you ready?
- Let's go.

- This is Sharon Reed
bringing you another

in-depth conversation with
one of Atlanta's

leading movers and shakers.

It's an exclusive interview
you don't wanna miss.

Tonight, I'm chatting
with rising fashion designer

Isobel Trujillo,
the Atlanta-born style maven

recently signed an exclusive
contract with Fortune 500

luxury goods conglomerate
Corazon Textiles.

Thanks so much for sitting
down with us, Bella.

- Thank you, Sharon.

- Bella Tru.

The story is ripped right
from a Horatio Alger novel.

Young woman, grows up poor
in one of Atlanta's

most disadvantaged
neighborhoods,

then uses social media to create
her own fashion business.

So many of our local
entrepreneurs,

they find success,
then they leave Atlanta.

What about you?

- It's funny you should
mention that, Sharon.

I recently considered moving
Bella Tru to New York City.

In the end, I decided
to stay put.

- What made you stay?
- My son.

I never want him to run
away from anything.

Come here, mijo.

Come on. Hey.

- What's your name,
little guy?

- His name is Joaquin Trujillo.

And...his father
is Mayor Evan Lancaster.

- Ow. Ow.

- Baby. Shh, shh, shh.

Easy, easy.

Honey, you just had surgery,
be careful.

How you feeling?

- Never been better.

- I want you to just close
your eyes and rest, okay?

- But you need to know.

Nothing. No one will ever
come between us.

- I know.

Baby.

The police are investigating
the hit and run.

And we both know
who did this.

- They--

They--
- Damian.

And I promise you, baby,

he is never gonna hurt you
again.

- No. It wasn't--
it wasn't him.

- What?

- It wasn't--

- Titus.

- Titus?

- No! No! Help me!
Help me!

- Code blue.
Room 212.

- Can you hear me?

- Still no pulse.
Stay with me, Mr. Hughes.

- Starting CPR.

- No! Titus!

- No! No!

No!

- We're losing him!

Titus!

- We'll see you around.
Okay.

- How did you pull off getting
your old man to step down?

- I am a woman
of many talents, Greg.

- Don't I know it.

Let's not be crass.

- You inspire me, Steph.
- Oh.

- Maybe it's time I kick
Novak to the curve,

then we can run the world
together.

The only thing you and I
will be doing together...

is making a lot of money.

Excuse me.

Ah.
- Hey!

- Nice to see you. Oh.

I didn't expect to see you
here tonight.

- Since when have I ever missed
a Carlisle family function?

- Oh, well, considering
you won't be a member

of the Carlisle family
for much longer...

I doubt anyone would've
missed you.

- I know you're sleeping
with Peters.

You had the audacity to go
on a gun-wielding tirade

about Bella when you're doing
the man who killed my father?

- For the last time,
Greg didn't kill Senior.

As for our...friendship.
- Mm-hmm.

- Maybe if you'd been taking
care of business at home

instead of soiling your Mexican
tramp...

...we wouldn't be here.

- This is Stephanie,
leave a message.

- Hey, boss lady, it's me.
There's no body here.

- Now that we're co-owners
of Thelma's Place,

we'll sure be seeing
each other more

at these family shindigs, buddy.

- You know that warehouse
you keep

down by the airport, Peters?

The one where you hide
your family's dirty money

before you can clean it?

It's being raided...as we speak.

And this is just the beginning,
buddy.

- It's time, Daddy.

- Indeed it is.

- Thank you.
Welcome everyone.

This is the beginning of a new
day for Carlisle Perkins.

I've had quite an amazing run
as managing partner.

I have won quite a few
sizable judgments

for my clients...

- ...and settled some massive
cases.

Though none quite so lucrative
as the 2.5 billion dollars

that my daughter Stephanie
just recently scored

against Purifoy Pharmaceuticals.

- Thank you, thank you.

- Stephanie's big win caused me
to take a long, hard look

at what I want for the future
of Carlisle Perkins.

I decided to step down.

Making room for new blood
and fresh energy.

But then...I was recently
afforded the opportunity

to partner with one
of the boldest iconoclasts

of our time.

Marvin, Marilyn,
please, come join us.

Please join me in welcoming

Carlisle Perkins'
newest clients,

Silicon Valley's own
Marvin Barnes,

founder of BetaNu Electric,

and his wife, philanthropist
Marilyn Barnes.

- Thank you,
thank you, Stephen,

I can't think of anyone else
I would rather represent

my interests as I continue to
grow and develop my enterprises.

- Hey, I plan to do you proud,
my friend.

Naturally, when Carlisle Perkins
and the senior partners learned

that I was bringing on
the Barnes and BetaNu,

they insisted that I stay on
as managing partner

to oversee the accounts
personally.

- I have one more
announcement to make before

we get back to celebrating.

It is with bittersweet pride
that the senior partners

and I confirm that my daughter
Stephanie will be stepping down

from Carlisle Perkins to focus
on her duties

as Atlanta's First Lady.

She will also be joining
her mother and helping her

with the day-to-day operations

of the
Samuel Perkins Foundation.

I'm quite sure that they will
both make a formidable team.

- Alright, people.

Let's get back
to the celebration.

Time to party!

- How did you pull this off?

- Well, I learned that Marvin
was having trouble

with that pesky activist
investor, Grant Creighton,

not to mention a grasping
politician's wife

with a penchant for blackmail.

- You won't get away
with this, Daddy.

- Well, you can thank Evan.

Oh, and...if you even think
about using

any of that information
that you have on Marilyn

or myself, for that matter,

I won't be the only Carlisle
going to federal prison.

We will be one big happy
family on the inside, my pet.

- I told you I was gonna
pay you back, soror.

Consider tonight
the first installment.

- Gloat now, Marilyn.

But you will rue the day
you teamed up with my father

against me.

- Stephen Carlisle!

- How the hell did you
get onto my property, Purifoy?

Somebody get this man
out of here.

- You've ruined my life.

Everything I had is gone.

Everything my daddy built.

All of it. Just...lost.

Because of you.

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