Original subtitles

- Previously on "Sacrifice"...

- I want you to defend Larry Stillwell

so you can get him alone in a room

and stick a knife in his heart, and if you can't, let me.

- I'm gonna put you away one day for all the shit

you think you've gotten away with.

[gunshot] [grunts]

- We don't have cash. We need to get out now.

- Anybody who thinks that Black Diamond Records

would ever be for sale is wrong.

- Hey, everyone, this is Elis Shaw.

- Her grandfather.

- Seeing you two together makes me so happy.

- [groans] - Grandpa!

- Ellis! [all shouting]

- Sir, can you hear me?

Can I get a status update please?

- 80 year old male went into de-fib.

We administered CPR and two stat shots

that produced a pulse on the scene.

His BP is dropping and his heart rate

is 40 irregular.

- Is he gonna be okay?

- We're gonna do everything that we can.

- All right, let's start a lidocaine drip

to stabilize.

[soft dramatic music]

- The second he comes back in my life.

- He's gonna be okay, D.

He's too ornery to die.

- I hope so.

- The doctors say they pulled a 9mm slug

out of my shoulder.

Nothing vital was hit.

- It's a blessing.

Sacramento was looking at you to lead a task force on drugs.

Guess we'll have to put that on hold.

- I guess so.

- Do you remember anything from the shooting?

- Not a whole lot.

[gunshot] [gasps]

[heart pounding]

♪ ♪

There was a scent.

- Like...odor?

- Like something I smelled before.

You know, it's probably nothing.

Anyway, let's check the building cameras,

coordinate with the LAPD, and we're gonna trace the slug.

- Beverly, Beverly, we'll handle the legal work.

You need to rest.

- DA Rucker, we're gonna find

the animal that did this.

- Thank you, Detective Ade.

- We already know who did this. It was Dom Mayfield.

- Dom? Are you sure about that?

- Hell yeah. Who else would it be?

You've been all over his ass lately.

- Whoever did this is gonna pay.

That's a promise.

- I'm gonna go check on your security detail.

I'll be right back. - All right.

[door clicks]

- If anything happened to you--

- Ray, I'm fine.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- I'm gonna check in with Uncle Sly.

- Okay.

- I should arrest your ass right now.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Oh, don't play dumb. I know you shot the DA.

- Beverly's been shot? Is she okay?

- I didn't have nothing to do with it.

- Like hell you didn't. - Hey!

- Daniella. - Stop!

Stop it! Stop it!

- All right, all right, all right, all right.

Hey.

When we get evidence on you--

and we will-- you're going down.

- Bring it.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Don't worry about me. Take care of your grandfather.

I'll talk to you later.

- We need to find Beverly. - Let's go.

- Sorry, you can't come in here, ma'am.

She's a friend of mine.

- I don't think the DA is accepting

visitors at this time.

- It's all right, Detective. Let her in.

Give us a sec.

- Sure.

If you need anything, just give me a shout.

- He seems nice. Protective.

- He's a detective.

Protective is in his job description.

- Okay.

Anyway, what happened?

How're you doing?

I'm checking on my sands.

- We are sands, aren't we?

- Yeah. Lambda Zeta Mu.

- We are the chosen few.

Oh. - I got you.

- Thanks, Dani. - Yeah.

- Cry like a baby.

- [groaning]

- Cry like a baby. Cry like a baby.

If you really wanna be a Lambda,

you better recite the Greek alphabet perfectly,

Lil Lamb.

- Alpha, Beta,

Gamma,

Delta, um...

- Ugh, there's no "um" in the Greek alphabet.

- [groaning]

[dramatic music]

- You can do this, Beverly. You can do this.

- Alpha, Beta...

Delta...uh...

- Oh.

- Alpha...Alpha...

- I got you. Big Sister Visionary.

Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta, Eta,

Theta, Iota, Kappa, Lambda, Mu...

♪ ♪

What?

- I was just remembering when I couldn't recite

the Greek alphabet on line.

[together] Cry like a baby.

Cry like a baby.

[laughter]

- Daniella, we need to speak with Beverly privately.

Official business.

- Feel better, Bev. - Thanks.

- Um, FYI,

hanging around Dom Mayfield

isn't a good look for you.

You know you're judged by the company you keep.

- FYI, stop worrying about what I'm doing

and worry about not getting your DA shot.

♪ ♪

- So ten minutes. I got a plain clothes on him.

- Your father is stable right now,

but he needs a quadruple bypass.

- Open heart surgery at his age?

- We should get a second opinion.

- I don't need you to decide what's best for my father.

- It's a good idea, but act fast.

- Listen, Dr. Glenda Scott is a friend

and the best cardiologist in the country.

- Mind your own damn business. - Mom.

- We are perfectly capable of getting our own specialist.

So if you could excuse us.

- Daniella can advise us on the legal help we need.

- Ruby, what legal issues?

- Grandpa doesn't have an updated will.

Grandma was the sole beneficiary.

- And since she's deceased,

it leaves you and the company open to a number of claims.

- Exactly.

- If Ellis pulls through this,

we need to set up a living trust immediately.

- I understand you're an attorney and all,

but this discussion pertains exclusively

to the immediate family, not Lila's bastard.

- Like it or not,

we have the same blood running through our veins.

I am family.

- I spent my youth taking a backseat to my sister.

I'll be damned if I play second fiddle

to a dead woman now.

So, again, if you'll excuse us.

- Ugh.

I'm so sorry, Daniella.

- It's all good.

Family.

- Where to? - Office.

♪ ♪

Thank you both for thinking ahead.

- Well, with Mr. Shaw in the hospital,

we figured you might need some extra assistance this morning.

- As usual, you were right. I really appreciate it.

Between my grandfather's heart attack

and Beverly getting shot,

I don't know if I'm coming or going.

- I was shocked to hear about Beverly.

- So was I. And they think Dom did it.

- Did he? - I really don't know.

Can you access the ballistics lab downtown?

- Yeah.

- Find out what type of gun was used to shoot Beverly.

- Okay.

- Oh, and I need you to do a deep dive

into Blackgammon's financials.

- I'm on it. - [screams]

Whoo, whoo, whoo, hey, okay!

- ♪ I'm about to go off ♪

[upbeat pop music]

[both cheering]

- Well, damn, that's Xtra. Love those girls.

- Boy, stop. - [chuckles]

- ♪ I'm about to go off ♪

[both cheering and laughing]

♪ ♪

- Hi, y'all. - Who are they here to see?

- Do you know where Daniella Hernandez is?

- Girl, it's so fancy. - She's right over there.

- Oh, bitch, that's her! That's our lawyer.

- That's your 10:00 a.m. - Okay, period.

It's giving classy. You know what I'm saying?

Okay? - Girl, hold up.

- Bitch, you look cute. - Oh, we look cute?

- Ah! - Ooh!

Hey, y'all. - What up, y'all?

It's your girl Bae and Toxic.

And, you know, you know, Xtra, better known as Xtra.

And we in here with our girl Daniella Hernandez.

Look at--she cute.

- Can you turn that off please?

- Girl. - Why not--turn it off.

- Anyways. - You know what it is.

- Y'all, we finna get this law shit cracking.

And Xtra--

[together] Out.

- Yes.

- Okay, so let's get straight into it.

- Okay. - I'm Sabine. This is Ashley.

Professionally known as Xtra.

Some backstory about us. We're from Ladera.

And we went to the Marlborough School,

then UCLA.

Go, Bruins. - Go, Bruins.

Oh, and one other little thing.

- We're all sorors. - We're sorors.

- Lambda Zeta Mu. - Yeah.

- We are the chosen few.

[both laugh]

Impressive. I didn't know. - Yeah.

Don't let our stage personas fool you.

We just figured out the game years ago--sex sells.

And according to the charts, our sex is selling.

Platinum, if I might add.

- Yes. Oh, you know what?

And I read that you went to Berkeley School of Law.

Did you pass the Bar on your first try?

- Yes, I did.

And I finished third in my class.

- Okay. Well, why not first?

- First students only study.

Third students, we study and make connections.

- Okay, so since we're all sorors,

do you remember this picture?

- You liked to turn up. She liked to turn up.

- That was a long time ago. I'm sober now.

- We fall down. - But we get up.

We do. - Yes, we do, mama.

- So how can I help you ladies?

- Yes, so your client Oscar is our manager.

He has no idea we're meeting with you today.

Firstly, we want you to be our attorney.

- Ladies, that's a conflict of interest.

- Okay, so then maybe you can help us with our other issue.

So we're coming out with our second album,

and we really wanna avoid that sophomore slump.

If we work with your other client, Dom Mayfield,

the hitmaker, our album will be fire.

- Fire. - [chuckles]

I'm sure you ladies know Dom and Oscar hate each other.

Dom refuses to work with Oscar

since he stole Little Ag from him.

And then there's some beef about a woman.

- Wait, hold up. - Wait.

- Are you talking about Bella?

Oscar's still tripping over losing some ass?

I mean, I've lost some dick, and I ain't complaining, okay?

- Right. - C'mon, grow up.

- Those are words to live by. You know what?

I'll talk to them for you, sister to sister.

But I'm not making any promises, okay?

- Good looking out, sis.

Look, we're all about our music and the paper.

It's all about getting to that bag.

- Bag.

- I see you're not two passive little ladies

waiting for men to save you.

[together] Never that.

- I mean, come on, like, we talk about riding dick,

giving sloppy toppy, getting our cat eaten.

I mean, come on, passive? That's never us.

- You're owning your sexuality

instead of being exploited by it.

- She gets it. - She gets it.

- She gets it. - Oh, yes.

- It was a pleasure.

- Thank you so much. - Yes.

- Really appreciate it. - Girl, sorors.

- Come on. - Proud of you ladies.

- Thank you. - Yes, thank you.

We'll see you soon. - [chuckles]

Okay.

- Yo! - You know what it is!

- Xtra, bitches!

[both cheering]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'm about to blow up ♪

- They'll call when he gets out.

- Right.

Oscar, I'm sorry to have you meet me at a hospital.

- Oh, that's all right.

- I just felt like I needed to be close to my grandfather.

- Daniella, I'm happy to come where you are.

- Thank you. - So what do you need?

- I need you to work with Dom. - Hell no.

I'm not working with Dom. Not even for you, no.

- Well, don't do it for me. Do it for Xtra.

- I can't believe they met with you behind my back.

You know, that's not cool.

- Don't be mad at the ladies.

They just-- they don't want old shit

to impede them from having a dope album.

- You know, I--I can't help Little Ag

wanted to sign with me.

- Stealing Dom's platinum-selling artist

hurt his pockets and his ego.

Isn't that enough?

- Dom stole Bella from me.

He tried to make me look like a simp out in these streets.

- Dom makes hits.

Why allow all that money

to go away over some petty bullshit?

Don't let old drama stop you from getting your bag, Oscar.

- My bag?

I guess you have been hanging with Xtra, huh?

- I might have picked up a saying or two.

- I'll meet with him for the ladies.

Hmm?

- Thank you.

[soft hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

[heart monitor beeping]

- Thank you, baby. - Mm-hmm.

- Hey, Mom.

- Chauncey, I'm so glad you could make it.

How was your flight?

- Oh, you know how that flight from New York is.

What's up, sis? How's Granddad?

- Hanging in there.

- He's having open heart surgery tomorrow.

- Shit.

- But he has a very good doctor.

Daniella hooked us up with her.

- Cousin Daniella? - Mm-hmm.

- Yes, she's been sniffing around

ever since your grandfather had a thaw towards her.

- I see.

- Look, I hate to be the one

to bring this up right now, but we really need

to discuss the future of Blackgammon as a family.

- Do you want me to call the rest of the family?

Uncle Sly and Daniella?

- The only family members that matter are right here.

And we need to discuss the possibility of Daddy dying.

- Jesus, Mom.

- I don't want him to die, Ruby,

but we have to face reality and prepare for the future.

It's tough, but necessary.

- And we can finally bring this company

into the 21st century.

- What is wrong with the two of you?

Grandpa is gonna make it.

I believe that.

- [coughs]

- Look, I'm not trying to be insensitive.

I love Granddad.

- Daddy? - Estelle.

- But if something does happen,

we have to keep his legacy alive.

- How are you doing?

- Where am I? - In the hospital, Grandpa.

You had a heart attack, but you're okay.

Look who came all the way from New York.

- Chauncey? - What's up, Grandpa?

You did not have to do all of this

to get me to come see you.

[laughter]

- ♪ If you ain't trying to be the best ♪

♪ What you in it for? ♪

♪ If you ain't out here getting checks ♪

♪ What you spinning for? ♪

♪ These past few years, I blew racks on my old sound ♪

♪ Flipping tracks like packs in my hometown ♪

- Hey, Bella.

- I'm here to talk to Dom.

- And what do you have to speak with him for?

- It's attorney/client privilege.

- Really? - I'm afraid so.

- You know, Daniella, the way you walk up in here

sometimes makes me really wonder

if there's more to this attorney/client privilege thing

than you and Dom are letting on.

- It's business.

- Bella, what's up?

Let me get a minute with Daniella.

- A minute, okay? - To talk business.

- Does she know something?

- She'll be all right. She don't own me.

How's your grandfather? - He's alive.

- That's what's important.

So what's up with this assistant DA

thinking I shot Rucker?

I had nothing to do with that.

- I hope you're telling the truth.

- For real?

- Okay, I'll get the heat off of you.

- I appreciate that.

- Now, I have a proposition for you.

- Oh, that's what I'm talking about.

- Business, Dom.

Have you heard of the group Xtra?

- Yeah, of course.

That track "Coochie Drip" go hard.

Wish I cooked it up.

- Would you ever consider working with them?

- [chuckles] So that's why you're here?

Your boy Oscar begging for my help?

- Actually, it's the ladies who wanna work with you.

- Yeah, I rock with them,

but ain't no way I'm working with Oscar.

- Enough with the history, Dom. Xtra is an amazing group.

They've got moneymaking longevity in this business.

- And I got plenty of options for my beats.

- Yes, you do,

but these ladies are special.

You know that.

♪ ♪

- LA District Attorney Beverly Rucker

was shot yesterday and admitted

to Arcadia Health Hospital

with non-life-threatening injuries.

She is expected to make a full recovery.

The shooter is still at large.

- Hey, baby.

- I heard there was a scuffle between Jason and Dom.

What was that about?

- I don't blame Jason for stepping to Dom.

I just would have handled it differently.

- Well, I would hope so.

- I would have arrested his ass on the spot.

- With no probable cause? Ray, go by the book.

You are at a pivotal point in your career,

and you cannot afford to make any mistakes.

- You know I love how you're always thinking

about me, but I got this.

- You also cannot kiss me with the door open.

Someone might see us.

- I wish we could just be a regular couple.

- Well, you know we can't.

If word got out that you were dating a District Attorney,

some of your cases could get thrown out.

- True.

But I don't know how long I can keep you my secret.

- Well, you know, secrets can be very exciting.

- Yeah. So far, they are.

[upbeat music]

- Dom, just be real with me. Are you banging this puta?

- No, I already told you, I'm not.

She's just my attorney.

And why are you so suspicious anyway?

- The way she just be walking up in here

all familiar and shit?

- That's it? - Yes, that's enough!

Women have these feelings. It's called intuition.

- And why would I wanna be with anybody else?

- Don't do that. - After I've been with you?

- Don't do that. - Huh?

- Then why am I feeling this, Dom?

- It's always been you. I'm sorry.

You know that, right?

Don't be so mad at me.

- ♪ Let's be ready when it's primetime ♪

♪ Bring the drink, I'll bring the slow wine ♪

♪ We ain't finished yet ♪

♪ We ain't finished yet ♪

♪ We ain't finished yet ♪

[gunshot] - What was that?

- What the fuck?

[door slams] - Drop your goddamn gun, man.

- Don't shoot.

- Drop the gun. Do it now.

- Dom, it's the police. Put it down.

They will kill you.

- Do it now. Step back.

Hands up. Hands up.

Step back.

- I wouldn't miss this shit for the world.

- Pulling a gun on an officer? Not smart.

- So what, y'all motherfuckers don't announce yourself now?

- You guys could've killed us.

- We have a warrant to search your property

in connection with the shooting of DA Rucker.

- I told you I ain't had shit to do with that.

[rap music]

- I found two other guns.

♪ ♪

- What's with all the guns, Dom?

- I'm a collector.

And I stay ready just in case somebody think

they can bust in here.

[phone rings]

- Hello, Mommy, I cannot talk right now.

Wait, when? Where did they take him?

[soft soul music plays]

♪ ♪

- Mr. Shaw, you're awake.

You want some company?

- Of course, sweetheart. It's so good to see you.

- Good to see you too. How are you feeling?

- Listening to your song helps to pass the time.

- You mean my mother's song.

- You know, you should try to get along with your sister.

She's...

she's not as talented as you.

So she's a bit jealous at times.

- I don't have a sister.

- Lila Shaw, you and your sister

fight like alley cats...

But she's still your sister.

- Ellis, I'm not Lila.

I'm...I'm Daniella.

- Lila, don't tell anyone,

but I'm late on that loan.

We could lose everything.

- Loan? How much do you owe?

- I remember when you wrote

this song about your baby girl.

♪ ♪

- That song was about me.

[beeping speeds up]

- [sighs]

[heart monitor droning]

Nurse? Somebody get in here!

- You need to leave the room, please.

Ma'am, please.

I don't have a pulse.

He's already got pads on.

[defibrillator hums]

[tense music]

Charge. - Clear.

Shock.

Check pulse.

[machine beeps]

- No pulse. - Starting compressions.

- Don't die on me.

Come on. Don't die on me, old man.

- Check pulse.

- He's back.

[heart monitor beeping]

- Is he gonna be okay?

- He's stabilized, but I'm not waiting till morning.

I'm prepping the OR for immediate surgery.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, boss. Any word on grandpa?

- He's out of surgery. They think he'll be okay.

- I'm so relieved to hear that.

- What's going on?

- Well, the cops broke into Dom's studio

and arrested him for gun possession.

One of his pieces wasn't registered.

- What precinct?

- Josh already bailed him out.

Just thought you should know.

I'm sure you'll be hearing from Dom.

- I looked into Blackgammon's financials.

- And?

- Your grandfather's digital financials

are almost nonexistent.

I did find a correspondence that mentions

an RCT equity collateralized loan at 28%,

but not much else.

- That's an extremely high rate.

That's probably the loan he was talking about.

What I really need to find out

is what he used for collateral to secure that loan.

- I'm on it. - Thank you, Somwon.

♪ ♪

Mr. Chase, thank you for seeing me.

- Anything for the granddaughter

of Ellis Shaw.

- I was hoping you would help me understand something.

Your company has given Blackgammon a significant loan,

but at 28% interest rate,

you're pretty close to violating usury law.

- How's that?

- Ronnie, you're on the edge of predatory lending practices.

I may need to get my congressman involved,

open up a review on your operation.

- Is that a threat? - It's a warning.

- My loans are within the bounds of the law.

- Perhaps.

But is it normal operating procedure

to use Blackgammon's catalog as collateral?

- Your grandfather was a big boy.

He knew what the stakes were

when he put the catalog up for collateral.

If he doesn't pay the loan like I suspect,

then that catalog is as good as mine.

Without the catalog,

Blackgammon won't be worth much,

so I'll take that off his hands too.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have work to finish.

- Of course.

- What up, y'all? It's your girl, Bae.

And we in the studio with Dom the hitmaker.

He about to play us a new track,

hopefully for our new album.

And look who we got in the studio with us.

Say hey, soror.

- Say hi to the Xtraaires. - Hi, everyone.

- I'm gonna need you guys to turn that off, please.

- Okay, papi.

- Girl, this is gonna be so lit.

So lit. - Yo, y'all ready?

- Yes. - Check it out.

- ♪ Don't, don't, don't stop, nigga got that lip lock ♪

♪ Real tight grip on my shit like a Ziplock ♪

♪ Girl, keep looking, bitch, you can get your shit rocked ♪

♪ Talk that talk and I walk like a big jock ♪

♪ Eyes real low like a Lamborghini ♪

♪ Black window tint like a limousine ♪

♪ Flash on my ass, you wanna make a scene ♪

♪ Driving regal with my nigga head in between ♪

[both squealing]

- Hey, Dom, that track is hot.

- There it is.

- Dom, you did that, okay?

- Oh, my God, listen, I love it.

But is you gonna work with us or no?

- I think I can make that happen.

Mack, get the champagne. Dom, of course.

- Oh, I heard that. Yas! I like that.

- Listen, y'all, we all just heard

our new track from Dom the hitmaker.

Can't wait for y'all to hear the whole thing, though.

So stay tuned.

- Period.

- Yo, Dom, listen to this.

It's your boy Little Ag.

- ♪ 'Cause everybody know Dom is a bitch ♪

♪ Dom is a bitch, Dom is a bitch ♪

♪ Dom is a, Dom is a bitch, Dom is a bitch ♪

- No, he didn't. - Damn. He went hard.

- So this how you do me?

You got your little artist trying to diss me?

- I knew about the song.

I told Little Ag to hold off on dropping it.

- You're full of shit. You did this on purpose.

You see, this the kind of shit

that got your woman stole from you.

- Dom.

- You know why I took your number one artist?

- Hmm.

- 'Cause money go a lot longer than some tired-ass ho.

- Wait. Everybody calm down. You guys.

- Fuck you. - [grunts]

[dramatic music]

- Stop! Stop it!

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- Everybody get out of my studio.

- Yeah, you heard the man. Get outta here.

- You ain't gotta worry about getting

none of my beats either.

- We out. We out.

♪ ♪

- Damn, what are we gonna do now?

- That track was perfect for us.

- I know.

Ladies, don't let these men steal your light.

You're gonna get what you want because I've got your back.

- Dude. - That's our lawyer.

- And one powerful biatch.

[both squeal]

- Stay tuned. - Yes, that part.

- Okay? - Mwah.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

- Hello. - Hi.

- I didn't expect you to be back at work so soon.

How are you feeling? - Good.

I should be back at work full-time in about a week.

- Typical Beverly, working when you should be resting.

- True.

So did you come here to check on me or...

- In a way.

I came here to see Detective Ade.

- That's LAPD. This is the DA's office.

Try Parker Center.

- I thought I'd try the Beverly Center.

Might get me to Detective Ade faster.

- You were mistaken as usual. - Your people were mistaken.

Detective Ade and your ADA busted into Dom's studio

with a no-knock warrant.

How they got that warrant with no probable cause

will be your problem

when I file a lawsuit for intimidation.

- Daniella, any threats you make to me have no impact.

If your client is innocent, it'll all come out in the wash.

- And in the meantime, you destroy his place of work.

Violate his rights.

Is that really how you wanna run your department?

- I sleep just fine on how I serve my community.

Can you say the same?

- [scoffs]

Wow.

You forgot who served who over the years.

- It's freezing.

I thought she was gonna drown me out there.

- No.

- You two did good.

You were there for each other,

and that's how it should always be.

Ooh, I can't wait to welcome you into the sorority.

I'm so proud of you.

- Thank you, Misty.

- I'm so proud of y'all. Good job.

- Thank you. - Good job.

- Thanks for stepping in.

- You know I got your back.

- Daniella.

You're a great pledge for helping out

your weak-ass line sister.

"Alpha. Um, Gamma."

Get your head out your ass, Pledge Beverly.

Be more like Pledge Daniella.

Without her, you would have dropped a long time ago.

Keep it up.

- It's not always about you.

Soror to soror, you really need to realize

the world doesn't revolve around you.

- Where is this coming from?

- Daniella, I was just shot.

And finding who did it is kind of important.

So I'm sorry if your boy toy is inconvenienced.

- I wanna find out who shot you too,

but it wasn't Dom.

He was at my house at a family gathering

the night you were shot.

- So I guess that means you both have the same alibi.

- You think I could have had anything to do

with your shooting?

Are you serious?

- As serious as getting shot, Daniella.

- You better make this wrong with Dom right.

♪ ♪

- I need to speak with Daniella.

- I told you, you need an appointment.

- Why you can't just let me see her?

Daniella. - She refuses to leave.

I was just about to call security.

- I have a legal matter to discuss.

I need your help.

- It's okay.

- I know you want Dom to work with Xtra.

- I think his tracks would be perfect for them.

- I can be the one to make that happen.

- Why would you do that for me? - I need a favor from you.

My father's been here his whole adult life

and was recently pulled over for speeding.

And now he might be getting deported

back to the Dominican Republic because of his status.

- Bella, I sincerely don't want anything to happen

to your father,

but I'm not an immigration attorney.

- But you have deep political ties,

and you're friends with Congressman Brown.

I know what you and Dom do, and I don't like it.

When it comes to my family, I will do anything.

♪ ♪

- Have a seat.

I see what you did.

Figuring out what collateral your grandfather took out.

You're no joke.

- No, I'm not.

- Daniella, we both know it's a matter of time

that I take over that catalog.

Your grandfather's already delinquent on the loan.

- I think I have something that may intrigue you.

- I like to be intrigued. Go on.

- Have you heard of the group Xtra?

- I watch their videos on a loop.

What about 'em?

- I'll give you ten points off their next album,

produced by Dom Mayfield,

and in return, you renegotiate Blackgammon's loan.

- Xtra and Dom are a very attractive offer.

- I'm not asking for forgiveness on the loan.

Only an extension and a lower interest rate.

Ellis could still default,

only now you'll have points on a guaranteed hit.

- You are indeed intriguing, Ms. Hernandez.

Lay out that deal again.

- With pleasure.

Thank you.

Hey, good news.

I just got word from the DA's office.

They're returning the items from your search warrant.

- So I'm off the hook?

- The bullets they seized from your guns did not match

the bullet that shot Beverly.

They didn't wanna admit it at first, but luckily I have

a way of getting forensic files from their department.

- That's good news. So we should celebrate.

- First, we have some other business to attend to.

Xtra.

- I talked to Bella.

Can you really stop her father from being deported?

- I already talked to my connect.

If I stop the deportation, then what?

- I'll produce Xtra's album.

- I'm gonna need a little more than just that.

- Oh, yeah? Like what?

- Points, to save my grandfather's label.

I need to shave ten points off your publishing

to give to a lender.

- Hell no. Next you'll want my first born.

- No, you can keep him.

I just need that 10%.

Your 40% of Xtra's album will buy you a new jet.

Do it for Bella.

- Now that's the most conniving,

manipulative shit I've ever heard.

But okay, I'll do it.

- Great. Now, let's celebrate.

[hip-hop music]

- What's up with Dom and the no-knock warrant?

- I'm not going to apologize for doing my job.

- So doing your job is lying to a judge about evidence

to get a search warrant?

That's right, I read the order.

Not to mention it's pure harassment of a suspect.

- When a cop gets shot, everything gets shut down

until we find the shooter.

But when my woman gets shot, all gloves are off.

[soft dramatic music]

- The reason I got with you is because

of your honesty and strength.

Even though it involves me,

I need you to do the right thing.

- Don't expect me to cut Dom Mayfield any slack.

He's a bad dude. - He is.

But I wanna get him the right way,

and keep him in prison.

I don't want him to get off on a technicality.

So from now on, it's above board?

- Okay, above board from now on.

So we gonna kiss and make up or...

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- So this report, I want you to have the results to me.

- Mm-hmm.

- Then we'll start adding some ad hoc perks for this one--

- Hello, family.

[tense music]

- You're like a stain I just can't get out.

Why the hell are you here?

- I invited her.

- This meeting is strictly for family.

- Mom, she is family.

- Family with a legit stake in the company.

- I get it.

I'm not a legit member of this tribe,

but I wanna help Blackgammon.

- Girl, if you don't get out of here--

- Mom, let's hear her out.

- Thank you, Chauncey.

Has anyone heard of Ronnie Chase?

- No. Should I have?

- His company RCT Equity

was about to own Blackgammon's entire catalog.

- What? How?

- Mr. Shaw entered into a very bad deal with RCT Equity.

Between the sky-high interest rate

and the current liquid status of Blackgammon,

it looks probable

Grandfather will default on the loan.

This gives the lender, Ronnie Chase,

the company's entire catalog,

making Blackgammon worthless.

- Why would Grandpa sign something like this?

- I know he recently paid big bucks

for a few acts that didn't pan out.

- How do we know you're telling the truth?

- I just renegotiated the loan

for you.

For all of you.

- You went to see Ronnie? - That's right.

And I got him to agree to an extension

and a lower interest rate.

- How much is this gonna cost us?

- Financially? Not a cent.

But before I move forward

securing these new terms,

I have a demand.

- Here she goes.

- I want a seat on the board.

- My, that's a large demand.

- Take it or leave it.

- Thank you.

We'll take this under consideration.

- Well, don't take too much time.

- No, I think we should vote.

- Yeah, we should.

- Hell no.

- No, Mom, I think we should make a vote.

And I vote for Daniella to be on the board.

- I vote for her to be on the board too.

♪ ♪

- Bye, Estelle.

- Nice move, cousin Daniella.

- ♪ Don't stop, nigga got that lip lock ♪

♪ Real tight grip on my shit like a Ziplock ♪

♪ Girl, keep looking, bitch, you can get yo' shit rocked ♪

♪ Talk that talk and I walk like a big jock ♪

♪ Eyes real low like a Lamborghini ♪

♪ Black window tint like a limousine ♪

♪ Flash on my ass, you wanna make a scene ♪

♪ Driving crooked 'cause my nigga head in between ♪

both: ♪ Drop the pussy off, make him go crazy ♪

♪ Drop the pussy off, make him go crazy ♪

♪ Psycho-ass nigga talkin' 'bout some babies ♪

- ♪ You so crazy ♪ - ♪ Yo ♪

- ♪ You so crazy ♪ - ♪ Yo ♪

both: ♪ Drop the pussy off, make him go crazy ♪

♪ Drop the pussy off, make him go crazy ♪

♪ Psycho-ass nigga talkin' 'bout some babies ♪

- ♪ Yah ♪ - ♪ You so crazy,

- ♪ Yo ♪ - ♪ You so crazy ♪

- ♪ Body in tip-top shape, make his jaw drop ♪

♪ Foot on the leg in Balenciaga flip flops ♪

♪ His old cheek mega wearin' tell the baby kick rock ♪

♪ All of that small talk ain't nothing to a big dog ♪

♪ And if he ain't talking money, he get dropped off ♪

♪ I like it rough, but in my head he gon' talk soft ♪

♪ Make him go down till I tell him that I'm topped off ♪

- You're gonna make so much money off of this song,

you won't miss that 10%.

- I'ma always miss 10%.

- It was for a good cause. - Yeah.

I'm grateful for what you did for Bella.

And quiet as it's kept, she's grateful, too.

Her dad's safely back at home.

- Good.

Now I'm gonna go check on my granddad.

- All right.

both: ♪ Drop the pussy off, make him go crazy ♪

♪ Drop the pussy off, make him go crazy ♪

♪ Psycho-ass nigga talking 'bout some babies ♪

- This is hot, bro.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- There was a scent.

- Like...odor?

- Like something I smelled before.

- Thank you, Misty.

[gunshot] [gasps]

♪ ♪