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- Previously on "Sacrifice"...

- Aah!

- Trell, you have to
destroy this right away.

- I'ma take it straight
to Dom as a favor.

- I think we can do business.
Get rid of him.

- Stop lying to me, Dom.

This is exactly why
I didn't wanna take you back,

because I knew you'd get me
caught up

in your street shit again.

- African American male
named D'Trell Weeks,

killed an alley off Pico.

- Hey, Somwon, what can you do

with just a date and a location?

- Anything.

- So what's a VPN?

- Okay, a VPN is
a virtual private network.

- So how do I get a VPN?

Give Nana my love.
Mommy's gotta go now, okay?

- Larry's finished
at Criterium Records.

I'm the new CEO.

I want Criterium Records
to buy Blackgammon Records.

- Anybody who thinks
that Blackgammon Records

will ever be for sale is wrong.

- There's an
erectile dysfunction commercial

running one of my mother's
songs in the background.

Find out who's got
the license agreement.

- But, Larry, know that whoever
killed Isis will get justice.

- He had no damn right.

Now, I want him dead,
and I need your help.

- Are you nervous?

- No, but I can see you are.

- Am I that obvious?

So did you hear
from the studio today?

- Beck, I need you
to stop worrying.

I'm gonna close your deal.
Be patient.

- And you stop worrying
about your grandfather.

It's his 80th birthday.

He's gonna love
that you showed up.

- D. So you made it.
- Mr. Mayfield.

You look fantastic.

- So do you, beautiful.

- Beck, you know Dom.

- What's up, big D?
- What's good with you?

Daniella close that fat-ass
superhero flick for you yet?

- You know how it is...
The studio's gonna

make a brother
beg for his supper.

- Yeah.
- Ooh.

If you all will excuse me.

I see somebody I've been trying
to hook up with for weeks.

- All right.
- Catch you later.

Hey.

- So you see him yet?
- Just got here.

- I'll see you
at the spot later?

- Not tonight. I'm on a diet.

- All right.

You got my math
if you need anything.

- Daniella!
- Ruby.

- So glad you decided to come.

- I hope you're not
the only one.

- Yeah, well, he smiled when
I told him you were coming.

- No, he didn't.

I'm gonna give him this
and leave.

Where is he?

- Inside, fighting with my mama

over the Blackgammon label.

She wants him to step down
and let her run it.

- Why is that a problem?
- 'Cause he thinks

she'll sell it,
and he's probably right.

She wants me inside.

Have fun
and stay out of trouble.

- I'll try.

- What can I get you?

- Sparkling water
with lemon, please.

- Same for me.

- Yeah, you got it.

- Daniella Hernandez.

Meeting you tonight,
I have to say, is kismet.

- What's wrong?
- Beck!

- Excuse me.

Are you okay?

- D!
- Damn it, Beck.

- D, I'm good.
- Let's go.

- Come on.

- D, I've been up
for the last 36 hours

editing my latest movie.
I'm good.

- I just saw you 30 minutes ago.

What did you take?

- I know I look like shit,
but I'm good.

- Ms. Hernandez.

- I'm good. Why you tripping?

- Stay. Just stay here.
Don't move.

- Mr. Shaw.

- I heard you wanted
to have a word with me.

- Yes.

Happy birthday.

Watch out!

- He ain't moving.

- Is he breathing?

- There was a splash
at the 80th birthday party

celebration of music industry
legend Ellis Shaw last night

when film director Randy Beck

was rescued from nearly drowning

by Hollywood attorney

Daniella Hernandez.

Good morning, Tamika.

- Hi. You all dried out?

- What do you want?

Beverly Rucker
called this morning

and twice yesterday.

You have her number blocked,
don't you?

- I don't have time
for her games.

What else do you have for me?

- So listen.

Somwon said Pfizer paid
Blackgammon Records

a fortune to license
your mother's song

for that erectile dysfunction
commercial for 18 months.

- You're kidding me.

- And Beck is on the way
to your house,

probably to thank you
for saving his life.

Somwon wants to know
how you bill for that.

- You guys are a real
comedy duo.

I'll see you at the office.

- Daniella.

D, you all right?

- I can't do this.

I...

It's terrible.

It's been a week.

My gosh.

I can't stop shaking.
I can't stop crying.

- Hey D, D,
you gotta toughen up.

Come on, Daniella.

When I'm making movies
in Hollywood,

I'ma need my best friend
next to me.

You the greatest attorney in LA.

Don't quit on me.

Why am I so damn cold?

- D, look at me.

God damn it, look at me.

If we don't get control
of this, we will die.

- Daniella, you got a visitor.

Still a little wet
behind the ears.

- D.
- Hey.

- I did not know
you could swim like that, girl.

- You want some coffee?
Sure you still need it.

Make my day.

- Well, what are we gonna do?

- Shit, you tell me.

- You fucked up huge last night.

What the hell are
you talking about?

Ellis Shaw's
80th birthday party?

It's the last place I'd expect
my drink to get spiked.

- Are you serious?

- Do you really think
I'ma screw up

the biggest opportunity
of my career?

- It's what we do, isn't it?

Self-sabotage.

- D, I didn't knowingly
get high last night.

That would be suicidal.

And you know how much
this directing gig means to me.

You know I want this more than
I've wanted anything, Daniella,

and given my reputation,
I know the studios

are gonna be having
second thoughts now.

So if you're my friend,
you'll save this for me

and not judge me on it.
- I saved your life.

You haven't even thanked me.

- Thank you, D.

I just feel like I needed
to tell you personally,

I didn't relapse.

Okay?

I need you to trust me.

- He was in the parking garage
at Criterium Records.

One of the last calls
on his phone

was from Daniella Hernandez.

- We've been trying to get
a statement from her.

- Yeah,
you and our entire office.

- Meaning?
- Meaning she's not returning

my calls, and I'm sick of it.

- A couple of hours
in an interrogation room

I make her more responsive.

That was a joke.

- Detective Ade,
always a pleasure to see you.

- You as well,
Madame District Attorney.

- Jason, you and I are gonna go
on a little field trip.

It's been a while since we've
had fun with Dom Mayfield.

- Jazzico.
- Daniella Hernandez.

How you doing?

You know how many times
I've called you?

- No, but I might be able
to tell you the locations.

From Berlin, Sao Paulo,
Cape Town.

Should I go on?

- Okay, I've been a little busy.

- That's to be expected after
you've won your fourth Grammy

and received your fifth
platinum-selling album.

How was the world tour?

- You know what I kept thinking
about on that world tour?

- Your art gallery?
- Ha.

My ski accident at the
Black Entertainment Summit

in Aspen last year.

The ski patrol carrying me
down the mountain

in the rescue sled?

You didn't know it was me.

You skied next to me
on the way to the lodge

to make sure I was okay.

Looking like Lindsey Vonn,
by the way.

You said you'd
have dinner with me.

- That was you?
- Yeah.

- I remember... as they were
loading you onto the ambulance.

Well, if I know me,

I'm sure I stipulated
it was a business dinner.

- I know.

Which is why I'm bringing
my business

to Lang & Associates.

Specifically you,
Miss Hernandez.

Did you read the documents
I emailed you?

- Yeah.

So Criterium Records,
a label I know well,

they haven't paid you
the advance

for your last two albums.

- Larry Stillwell and I
never really clicked,

and now that
he's no longer there...

- The terms are all here.

It shouldn't be a problem.
I'll handle it.

- That's it?
- Should be. Anything else?

Well, how about

gnocchi al pomodoro,

porcini wagyu
rubbed ribeye steak,

and truffles at Bestia.

Now, food is
my one last addiction.

- How about,
you're a client now,

and it's not
a good idea to date a client?

- I didn't say it was a date.

It's, as you said,
a business dinner.

- How about, I'll be swamped

in front of
a stack of contracts tonight?

How about, you still gotta eat?

I'll bring dinner here.

- I'll be at my house
in my sweats, no makeup.

- What is your address,

and what do you like to drink?

- Water.
- Perfect. Me too.

- Did you see that?

- Yep.
- I got it.

- Okay.

- Get your ass over here.

What the hell is wrong with you?

- Why are you following me?

What do you want?

- I'm just trying to look out
for you, baby girl.

What?

Who sent you? Who are you?

I'm your uncle Sly.

- I'm gonna have him
break your arm

if you don't tell me the truth.

- Call your cousin Ruby.

She'll tell you who I am.

- Yeah. Okay, yes.

All right. Okay.
Take care. Bye-bye.

Ali Bubba's called here
12 times asking about his tour.

He needs to chill.

- Sounds like
the IT department here.

Anyways,
how your VPN working out?

- People on the Internet think

I'm talking
to them from Beijing.

- Well, that's what
you wanted, right?

Anywhere but St. Louis or LA?

- I just asked you for a VPN.

Nobody told you
to go spying on me.

What else did you
find out about me?

- Nothing.

It was an accident
that I found out

you were from St. Louis.

Don't worry.

I won't let anybody know
you ain't the fast, sexy,

sophisticated LA homegirl
everybody to take you for.

- Tamika, hold all my calls.
- On it.

- Just remember,
it's my business, Somwon.

- I mean, he says
he's your brother.

Who is he?

- This view right here
sure beats Florence.

Wow, look at that.
- Florence?

As in the federal facility
in Colorado?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I did 10 of the last
28 years there.

Don't feel bad for me, though.
I asked to go there.

- Our mom confirms
he's her older brother.

And she may have mentioned you
once or twice over the years,

but because I never saw you,

I didn't know
who she was talking about.

I don't even remember seeing

any pictures at Grandpa's house.

- Yeah, well,
when I went inside,

I made everybody swear
to forget about me.

I asked them to transfer me
to the most remote facility

that they had.

I didn't want nobody to see me.

I ain't want nobody to visit me.

I ain't want nobody
to know I existed.

- But you were
at my parents' house

a lot after they died,
weren't you?

- Yeah.

- I remember calling you
Uncle Sly.

- And I used to call you
my little baby girl.

- But I never thought
you were my real uncle.

Then you just disappeared.

Never saw you again.

You served 28 years.

- Yeah.
- For what?

- 3 years for burglary,
15 years for killing a man,

and the last 10
for a whole array of shit.

- Holy shit.

- I mean, there's no question
I killed a man.

We was wrestling.
He got the shit end.

I got murder.

My attitude
was never right after that,

and I just kept
piling on more time.

- But you followed me
like a stalker.

Why?
Why not just come up to me

and say,
"Hey, I'm your uncle Sly.

I'm out of prison."

- I was scared.

I promised your mother
I would look out for you

if anything happened to her,

and I messed up,
you know I'm saying?

After 28 years, I needed
to know how you turned out,

but, my social skills
need a little work.

- Tell me about my mother.

- Shit. Where to start?

I loved her.

- Yo, what happened
to the power?

- You're being shut down
for a code violation,

Mr. Mayfield.

You're gonna have to shoot
your video elsewhere.

- So the DA
of the whole damn city

came all the way down here
to issue me a code violation?

- My inspector says this
old warehouse is a fire hazard.

- Okay. Half an hour.

- You're shut down immediately.

- Did you give Connor Hanks
half an hour?

What about D'Trell Weeks?
- You're delusional.

- I'm gonna put you away one day

for all the shit you think
you've gotten away with.

- Do what you gotta do.

I'm sorry.

Yeah?

You're downtown?

I'll be right there.

Yeah.

I have to leave.
- It's all right.

- I wanna see you again.

Come to my house...
My mom's house...

For dinner Friday night, okay?

- Okay.
- Right.

Let's go.

Code violation, Beverly?
What kind of bullshit is this?

- Bullshit called the law.

You might look it up
and learn something.

- Doesn't the Los Angeles
County District Attorney

have anything better to do
than harass a video shoot?

- You're like
shopping at Walmart

for a prosecutor, Daniella.

There's that poor kid
D'Trell Weeks,

Hip-hop's Connor Hanks,
lobotomized Larry Stillwell,

and why you were
the last phone call with him

before he caught
a nine-millimeter projectile

between the ears.

I've got nothing better to do.

- You wanna talk? Let's talk.
Stop harassing Dom.

- What did you and Larry talk
about the night he was killed?

- Attorney-client privilege

means I don't have to tell you
shit, but I will.

He asked me to defend him
if you ever brought up charges,

which, surprisingly,
you never did.

- Surprisingly, he seems
to have forgotten

that you are
an entertainment attorney

and not a criminal
defense attorney.

Maybe all the bodies
around you confused him.

Now he's just one more.

- You should be more concerned
about the bodies

you buried blazing a trail
to the DA's office.

- A trail I blazed with no help
from my oldest

and formerly best friend.

- A best friend who could
not support

a sanctimonious political shark

and the drama queen
you've become.

- Did you see Larry the night

he was killed?
- No.

- Did you see Misty
that day or night?

- No.

- I just wanna talk to her,
Daniella.

- Beverly, I was in the middle

of something extremely important

when you dialed up
this bullshit.

I have nothing more
to offer you.

- Return my calls.
- Kiss my ass.

- Hey. Somwon, right?

- Yeah. I thought you left.

You forget something?

So you code for Daniella?

- No, I'm just her assistant.
That's it.

- Well, I pity whosever
Instagram account that was.

You are all up
in their business.

- I was not.

I don't code. I don't program.

I research. That's it.

I was running a search engine
with a little acceleration.

- Searching for what?

Come on, I'm Daniella's cousin.

She tells me everything.

- I'm 100% certain my boss
tells no one everything,

but if you had
a Twitter account, you'd know.

- You mean the tweets of Beck

claiming he was drugged
that went viral?

How about he's stupid
and just got high?

- Even if you're right,
Daniella wants me to research

any possibility
he's telling the truth, so...

- So whose account
were you checking?

I saw you.

- This influencer put images

on her Instagram
that makes it look like

she knew what was gonna
happen before it happened.

- What's her name?
- Erlinda.

- How about this?

Model for me, and I'll put you
in touch with Erlinda.

She's a friend.

- I don't model,
just like I don't code.

- This is my work.

I've done exhibitions
everywhere.

- Your stuff's good, but, no.

- I don't paint what I see.
I paint what I feel.

So, if you really wanna
get in touch with Erlinda

and make your boss happy...

And me...

Call me.

Somwon.

- Ooh.

I don't paint what I see.
I paint what I feel, Somwon.

- Man, I love the creative ways
the best restaurants in town

allow you to take home
their food, heat it up,

and it's just as delicious
as being there.

- I completely agree.

- Hey, Tamika, you hungry?

I mean,
there's plenty food there.

- Smells great, but I ate
before I came over.

Pretend like I'm not here.

- So...

Seven years sober. You?

- Five.

- Congratulations.

- Congratulations.

So let's just...

Let's just get this
out of the way.

I'm 35, once divorced.

I share joint custody of a 13-
and 11-year-old boy and girl.

The music thing is working,
but after I got sober,

I realized how much I loved art.

So now I own an art gallery.

Your cousin Ruby
is gonna be showing there.

I'm a hell of a tennis player
but a terrible loser.

- Good to know.

So I spoke to the execs
over at Criterium.

They think we'll be able
to figure out an agreement,

maybe even next week.

- You really gonna keep this
about work?

Come on, Daniella,
give me something.

- What do you wanna know?

Why I'm an alcoholic?

What my childhood was like?

Well, since I was born,
I've been rejected

by both sides of my family.

I'm the love child of
a famous singer and music mogul

who kept my mother and I
hidden away in this very house,

which explains the '80s decor.

I can't just let go.

My name is Daniella Hernandez,

so the world
would never know I existed.

And my parents died in a
car accident when I was six.

Still have nightmares.

Yeah, that with the partying
and drinking

and the entertainment business,

and you get someone
who likes her alcohol.

Well, liked her alcohol
a little too much.

- See, that wasn't too bad.

How's the wagyu ribeye?

- I love it.

- Here you go, Pop.

You've been out a month now?

- Guess it's time for us
to have a talk.

- You know, it's about time
for you

to pay me what you owe me.

- You took a big one
for the family.

No way I could repay you
what I owe you.

I can carry you for a bit,

but you deserve much more
than I have right now.

That ain't
what I wanna hear, Papa.

I gave up my whole goddamn life,

and you gonna feed
this kind of bullshit at me?

Come on, man,
that shit ain't gonna fly.

- Right now
I just don't have it,

but I'm re-launching the label,

and that's where
you'll get your money,

with God as my witness.

You're still calling on God?

- Well, we've had
our differences.

You're carrying a white
married man's child.

- Yes, I am.

- He ain't ever gonna
leave his wife.

What are you thinking?

- Right now, Daddy, I'm thinking

I need to get away from you.

You walk out that door to be

with that white fool
who's trying to ruin me?

- He's not trying to ruin you.

- I'll be through with you,
your children,

and your children's children,
as God is my witness.

- Once I walk out that door,
with God as my witness,

if you come near me,

my children,
or my children's children,

I'll ask God to strike you down.

- Listen, man,
I was gonna take my money,

go somewhere,
and start all over,

but since you can't make things
right with me,

I'ma tell you what you gonna do.

You gonna make things right
with Lila's little girl,

and you're gonna
tell her the truth.

- Your truth and my truth
ain't the same.

I've always told you that.

- Yeah, well,
I think you're lying.

- Think what you want.

Leave it, son.
Forget about the past.

- Well, I was gonna try,
but since I'm stuck here,

ain't no telling
what the future's gonna bring.

- I can't believe
I let you talk me into this.

- I don't remember a whole lot
of talking last night.

- I did some more research
on Erlinda.

I really need to talk to her.

- I told you
I will hook you up, and I will.

- Well, hook me up.

- You're moving.
- It's important.

And remember,
don't paint this tattoo.

You told me if I do this,
you'll hook me up.

- You're hooked up now. Happy?

- Somwon.
- Yes, ma'am.

- According to what you found
researching Erlinda,

Beck's been hiding some very
important information from me.

- Yep.

Well, your cousin Ruby
is gonna have her

reach out to you directly.

- My cousin Ruby?
When did you talk to her?

This morning.

Look, things just
happened so fast.

I'm sorry, boss.

- Don't be.
She's a beautiful woman.

You're a handsome grown man.

Just wear your seat belts
with my cousin.

You may need 'em.

- Beck.
- D.

- Sit down.
- What? No hug?

- Sit down.
- Okay.

I got your message. What's up?

- Do you know Erlinda?

- The influencer? Yeah.

We were hanging out
at the party.

She's also your dead girlfriend

Amy McCauley's sister.

- I know.

What, you thought
I was gonna lie to you?

- I don't know what you were
going to say, honestly.

Amy McCauley was
your girlfriend,

and she died
of a fentanyl overdose

right before I started working
on your contract.

She died at a party
you two attended together.

You never told me.

- Because you wouldn't believe

that we weren't
getting high together.

- You're right. I don't.

Just like I don't believe
you were doped

at my grandfather's
birthday party.

What, you and Amy weren't

getting high together
the night she died?

- No, D.

It's the truth.

- What about my grandfather's
birthday party?

Were you getting high then?

- Okay, yeah, but it was
an isolated event, D.

I really was up
36 hours editing.

I was just so tired,
I wanted to check out.

Look, you can tell
the insurance company

that I was
the victim of a prank.

You know how to
make 'em believe it.

- Why should I?

- Because we are a package deal.

Because I'm your friend,
and if I lose, this firm loses.

Come on, D, I need you to use
all your powers.

I'm dead if you don't.

- Go home.

- Stay home. No parties.

I'll call you.

Tamika, be my soundboard.

I need to talk out
this Beck situation.

- Too dangerous
to have so much going on

before your second latte.

What's up?

- Beck and his girlfriend
are getting high.

She dies, he can't face up
to his part in it.

- How are you so sure?
- Because I was him once.

I was in denial.

People got hurt,

but I had to face
the consequences.

Even if I can make this save,
should I?

If I help him,
am I just hurting him?

- Girl,
I'm the wrong one to ask.

I gave my last

a second chance, third chance,

a seventh chance.

You gotta decide.

Daniella? Shit.

Daniella, are you okay?

Jesus Christ, D.

How many of these did you take?

Were you trying to get high,
or were you trying

to kill yourself?
- Get high.

I needed to take the edge off.

It... it just hurts so much.

I'm sorry.

Wait, no, don't call anybody.

Please, I don't need a doctor.
I'll never get my license back.

- We'll get through this.
I'm here.

I will never quit on you, okay?
Let's go.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Am I too early?

Early is on time to me.

- Tyson's expecting our call.

Tamika, let's try him.
Have a seat.

- All right. Thank you.
- Good to see you.

- Same here. You look great.
What's up, Tamika?

- Hey.

You got it.

- Tyson, good morning.

- Daniella,
I found Jazz's paperwork.

Look, I don't know what games
Larry was playing,

but we'll get this sorted out.

- Who are you on with?

Daniella Hernandez and Jazzico.

- Good morning, Daniella, Jazz.
- Carol.

Congratulations on getting
back in the game.

- Jazzico owes us an album.

Criterium owes me an advance.

- You received all monies
owed to you

after marketing promotions, PR,
and video expenses.

All things you asked for.

So don't bother us
with this again, Jazz.

And, Daniella, how many times
do I have to tell you?

I never wanna see you
on the opposite side

of any negotiations
that I'm engaged in.

- Who and what
in the hell was that?

- Carol Steinburg.

She took over Criterium Records.

She's also
my late father's wife.

Yeah, it's a long story.

Needless to say, I might not be
the right lawyer for you.

- Well, I think you're
the only lawyer for me.

It's time for the Criterium
label and I to part ways.

They don't know
who they playing with.

Well, you sure haven't
changed a lot.

Come on in.

- It looks like
you've done all right.

- How long have you been out?

A month.

I ain't, looked you up.

I was nervous
you didn't want to see me.

- You always made bad choices.

- Except for you.

What you been up to?

Who you married to?

You got kids?

- One. Ours.

Daniella. You met her.

What do you think?

- I think you did good.

She seem kind of wild
like her mama.

Both mamas.

- Where are you staying?

- At my dad's, you know?

Just looking for some answers
to what happened.

- Don't look too hard, Sly,

and don't tell Daniella
how close we were.

She doesn't know.

- What? Why not?

- Because I thought
that would be best.

Isn't that what you wanted?

I'm sorry if that hurts.

Did Daniella invite you
over to dinner?

- Sure did.

Look...

You cooking my favorite dish?

- I'll think about it.

- Where is she?
- In the conference room.

- Erlinda, thank you for coming.

- Sure.
It's the least I could do.

The image I took of you
and Beck nearly doubled

the subscribers of my IG.
Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Somwon, thank you.
Please sit down.

I'm sorry about your sister.

- This is about Amy?

- I hope
I'm not being too insensitive,

but I need to know.

Did Beck have anything to do
with her overdose?

No.

We were all at the same party.

She snuck away
with some friends, got high.

By the time back and I found
her, it was too late.

He had nothing to do with it.

It was moving seeing
how hard he tried to save her.

- Then what do you think
happened

at Ellis Shaw's birthday party?

- Call it trauma bonding,

but Beck and I have been
hanging out since Amy died.

We've gotten really close.
I saw you when you arrived.

He started out fine,
then he just lost it.

He just went on and on
about the producers

changing their minds.

He had a couple drinks
I told him not to have,

went into the bathroom,

and when he came out,
he was high as shit.

I felt so bad.

Amy and the movie
was too much, I guess.

I'd do anything to help him.

- Anything?

- Come on in.
- Thanks.

- D, you know what?

We don't even have to do this.

Getting high like that
at the party,

it'll never happen again.

- Come on.

You lied to me,

manipulated me and my people.

You know that's classic
addict behavior.

- Shit, shit, shit.
I'm not ready at all, am I?

- No.

You're going in for a month.

Dude, the reason for the delay

was because a financier
dropped out,

not because
they stopped believing in you.

Look, you do this right, the
movie might still be waiting

for you when you get out.

- You really are my friend.

- Becks, if you cracked
waiting for a deal to close,

what are you gonna do
when $200 million is at stake?

Your friend says
you need a year,

but your lawyer says
you're a dope-ass director.

Let's keep you in the game.

- Yeah, let's do it.

I saw Erlinda's blog.

Fentanyl-spiked fruit punch
at your grandfather's party?

You got affidavits

from six people that say
they were doped, too?

I mean, what's your grandfather
gonna say?

- Nothing.

I'm sure he plans
never to speak to me again.

Hey, don't make me regret this.

I got you.

- Love you.

- There she is.

Let's get outta here.

- Go ahead. Yell at me.

- About what?

That drug fiasco
at my 80th birthday party.

Shit, that was the talk
of the town.

Front page in all the trades.

Trending on social media.

I haven't been
this relevant in what?

Two decades, thanks to you.

- Okay.

Then to what do I owe the honor?

- I didn't know this locket
still existed.

Your mother and I both had one.

So my question is,
why did you bring it to me?

What do you want?

- Why do I have to want
anything?

- Everybody wants something.

- Well, if everybody wants
something, what do you want?

- To return this.

- That's bullshit, Mr. Shaw.

You texted me.

I came down here
because I thought maybe

after all this time,
you'd say, "Join the family."

And maybe I'd invite you
to dinner tonight.

And maybe you'd think about it.

After all this time.

You know what? Full disclosure?

One of my mother's songs

has been licensed to sell
a sexual dysfunction pill.

I want it to stop.

I want her songs.
I wanna protect her legacy.

- I have half of her catalog.

Carol Steinburg
has the other half.

How do you know that
she didn't license that song?

- Because I know you did.

You must be really hard up.

I have a feeling
the real reason you're here

is because you need some serious

entertainment legal advice.

- Full disclosure?

I was done with this

when I was done with your mama.

I just want you
to be very clear about that.

- Well, one of us
got what we wanted.

Good luck, Mr. Shaw.

- Hello?

Hello? Who's calling?

Who the hell is this?

- You're still here.
Why aren't you gone already?

- You're my role model,
but I do have plans tonight.

Look, I just got these pictures,

and I think
you should take a look.

- You could have emailed them.

- Yes, but I wanted to see
what you thought.

The parked car...
That's Larry Stillwell's car

in a parking garage
the night of the murder.

- The other car...
We think that's our shooter.

Looks like it could be
a black Mercedes or BMW.

It's hard to tell.

- I wanna know as soon
as we ID the plates.

- Got it.

- Anything else?
- Go home.

- Night-night.

- I hope everybody likes paella.

It's an old family recipe.

- It's the bomb.
- I remember.

- Don't get me started
about the last time

I tasted your sangria.
You want some?

- I would love a glass.

Uncle Sly tells me you two
are old friends.

- We sure are.
Welcome back, Sly.

- It's damn nice to be back.
- Daniella.

- Good evening, everybody.

I'm Jazzico,
a new client of Daniella's.

- And a hell of a singer, too.

- Welcome.
- How you doing?

I'll get it.

- Dom, what are you doing here?

- You're not answering
my texts... I'm showing up.

You already know that.
So what's up?

You having a party,
I ain't invited?

- It's a family gathering.
- Shit, I'm family.

- Dom, what do you want?

- Beverly Rucker shut down
another one of my sets.

She's hitting me up
with bullshit code violations,

costing me time, money,
and hurting my relationships.

Do I need to keep going?
- No.

Listen, I'll call her.

Dom. Excuse me. Hold...
Wait, wait, wait.

- Whoo!

- That was beautiful.

Everyone, this is another
one of my clients.

- Hey, I mean, who doesn't know

the hit-making producer
Dominiq Mayfield?

- What's good with you?
- Respect.

- Ain't seen you in a while.
Where you been?

You know you're in a spot

usually reserved for me
as a client, but thanks.

- Dom isn't staying.

I'll handle that matter we
discussed in the morning, okay?

- You signed to a label?

I could use you
in my repertoire.

We'll have to talk.

Most definitely.

- I'll get that.

- You look like
one serious nigga.

I didn't catch the name.

- I'm Slyvester Shaw.

I'm Daniella's uncle,
but you can call me Sly.

- I didn't know she had
a uncle Sly.

- Our family is full of secrets,

but my uncle Sly
is one of the better ones.

- Yeah, well, the world is
gonna have to grow on me.

Kinda like you are.

Yeah.

This is a surprise.

- That's me. These are for you.

And this is for me.

- Thank you.

- Can I come in?
- Yeah.

- Come on.

Hey, everyone.
This is Ellis Shaw.

- Her grandfather.

- Seeing you two together
makes me so happy.

- Me too.

- Mr. Shaw, didn't get to
tell you the other night,

but you inspired
my entire career.

- Well, with a little help
from my granddaughter,

maybe I can inspire
another generation.

- Is he okay?

- My God.
- Grandpa!

- Ellis!
- Somebody call 911!

Is he okay?

- Ellis, hold on.
- Is he okay?

- Help, come on.
- Hey, is he okay?

- I don't know.
- Are you calling?

- Hold on. Help is coming.

- Hang in there.

- What's so funny?

- Your mama.

She... she put a curse on me.

- Once I walk out that door,
with God as my witness,

if you come near me,

my children,
or my children's children,

I'll ask God to strike you down.