All language subtitles for The Black Hamptons s02e03 Lifes a Beach.eng

- What is up with Anthony?

- They're having problems with
the chips in the new phones.

- Whatever business you
got with Alexander Cora,

you should stop.

The minute he's dissatisfied,
people end up dead or missing.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- I am here to see my father.

- Can I help you?

This home is sold.

- By who?

- By me to my client,
Eli Bradshaw.

- Stay the fuck away
from my husband!

You understand me?

- Pack a bag and your knives.

I want you to come
for a visit.

I have someone very
important for you to meet.

- ? Don't you dare
say it's over ?

? Forever is
starting right now ?

? Even though winter
seems a little colder ?

? Better start right now ?

? I promise you
all that pushing ?

? All that fighting, all that
running, all that climbing ?

? It won't be for nothing ?

? For nothing, nothing ?

? Give it to me,
give it to me ?

- Go!
- Go.

- Come on, Jesse!
You got it!

- You got it.
You got it.

- Yes! Yes!
- Oh!

- Go! Go! Ahh!
- Ahh!

- I'm not gonna lie.

- ? Bounce on a dick
like a freak ho ?

? Sex on the phone
when I get him all alone ?

- Uh, uh, uh.

Would you look at that?

- Oh, damn.

Who is that?

- I think that's one
of them Britton boys.

- You know what?
That's 2.0's husband.

- I mean, lord, he is
easy on the eye, ain't he?

I just don't remember him
having that kind of body.

- At all.

- That's because he
always got a damn suit on.

Well, shit, I ain't mad at 2.0.

I see why her ass
got back with him.

That man is fine.

- Yeah, yeah, he's cute.

But it's that young
one over there

in the water I want to
break a little something

something off, like ah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

[laughter]

- Yeah, OK.

Keep dreaming.

Because Her Highness
will break

a little something
off in your ass

if you mess with
her precious merch.

- Ooh!
Look!

- Whatever.

- Look.

I think she is saving
that boy for the rapture.

- It might just be worth it--

fine as he is.

[all shouting]

[laughter]

- Mmm, thank you.

Has Kimberly arrived yet?

- Yes, ma'am.

She's in your office.

- Good.

Would you please
tell her to come down?

Oh!

And have you seen Malcolm?

Never mind.

He's coming down the beach now.

- Loser.

- Well, hello to you, too,
Malcolm.

- Kiss my ass.

- Now, is that
an invitation or a jab?

Because I can't recall
doing anything to you

that would constitute you
having an issue with me.

- If I had an issue with you,
Everett, I would address it.

- Well, I would hope so.

You know, I have no problem
discussing anything with you

man to man.

That's how I roll.

Always have, always will.

- I do have one question
for you, though.

- By all means.

Shoot.

- What the hell
are you doing back here

in the Black Hamptons?

Thought you were
a vineyard guy now.

- I was.

I am.

But my boo,
he loves the Hamptons.

What can I say?

Unlike some other people,
I'm accommodating.

- Is that stab supposed
to hurt my feelings?

Because it didn't.

- Of course not.

Why would I want
to do that, Malcolm?

- Because you're jealous.

That's why.

- Jealous?

[laughs]

- Yeah.

- To be quite frank,
I actually think

it's the other way around.

I think you're
the one that's jealous.

And honestly,
I feel sorry for you.

- Don't.

I'm one of the most respected
men in the Black Hamptons.

And, oh, let's not forget
the most important thing.

I'm a Britton.

Why would you need
to feel sorry for me?

- [laughs]

Because here I am
living my best life

loud and proud
for the whole world

loving the man of my dreams.

And all you are is a Britton.

[laughs]

Gotta do what mother
tells you to do, huh?

[laughs]

- Fuck you, Everett.

- No, no, no.

I'm-- I'm definitely
not your type.

But I do understand
the confusion.

I mean, you and I do have
similar tastes, don't we?

Have a good day, Malcolm.

- Ooh!

[laughs] I couldn't resist.

- Let me call you right back.
- Call him back.

Call him back.
Come here.

Look at you.

Let me see.

- Where are you going?

- Oh, I've got to go
on a little run,

and then we'll work out this
kid I'm trying to recruit,

but it won't take long.
- OK.

So you're leaving me?

- Yeah.
But I will be back.

Listen.

Cornelius and the boys
will be here.

And look.

When I get back, I want to
do some things in the pool.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

And I ain't talking
about swimming.

Hmm.
- Hmm.

- Hmm?
- Hmm.

All right.
- All right.

- But I really don't
want you to leave.

- All right,
I'll tell you what.

You go to the beach, right?

After my workout, uh,
yeah, let's hook up.

We'll take the jet skis out.

- Jet skis?
- Yeah.

You like that, don't you?
Your little face lit up.

You want to do that, don't you?

- Yeah, I'm down for that.
I'm down for that.

- It's going to be
a quick workout.

You'll see.
You'll see.

I'm just trying to
recruit this kid.

This boy bad.
- All right.

Don't be long.
Like, look.

- I know!
I know!

- I mean--
- I've got to go.

I've got to go, because if I
don't go, I'm going to stay.

All right?

And if I stay, I ain't
going to work out.

Come on.

- OK.

All right.

- Hey.

- Sweetie,
you look really tired.

Yeah, you need to go
to get some sleep.

- Yeah.

Come here.

I am.
Just going to-- oh, great.

I'll just grab myself a
little snack, and maybe

a cup of coffee,
and then maybe a nap,

because I've still
got to meet with Alexander

and his son
at the Corner Bar later.

- OK, so you fixed the
problem with the phones?

- Yeah.

- And why were y'all
so late anyway?

- Babe, we were working.

I told you, Mike and I were
at the warehouse all night.

You know,
I'm on the phone making

calls back and forth to Korea.

You know it's an
11-hour time difference.

- Well, you weren't
there the whole time,

because I called you
at the warehouse,

and you didn't answer.

- Shit, I called you back.

- Yeah.

But you know,
I checked the location,

and it said that you were
somewhere like Wyandanch.

What the hell were y'all
doing in Wyandanch anyway?

- You checked my location?

- Yes, baby.

Because I was
worried about you.

You know, that's all.

- So-- so what?

You don't trust me now?

- I didn't say that.

I was worried about you,

because you didn't answer
the phone.

That's all.

- I told you where I was.

OK?

Stop bugging.

- I'm not bugging.

But I tell you what I am
starting to bug about

is Vanessa Britton.

- What about Vanessa Britton?

- Look.
I-- I just don't like her.

OK?

And I don't like you
dealing with her.

- OK.

So where is this all
coming from?

- It's coming from me--

your wife,
your partner, your lover,

the mother of your children.

Baby, she just makes me
so uncomfortable.

She is sneaky.

And I just want you
to stay away from her.

That's all.

- Syd.

- What?

- You're my wife.

I love you.

And you're the only woman
I want.

All right?

But let's not forget
Vanessa Britton is the one who

orchestrated this entire deal,

which kept us
from going bankrupt

and nearly losing everything.

Without Vanessa Britton, a
lot of this could be different.

- I'm grateful for that.

I am.

But I'm sorry.

The woman makes me
uncomfortable.

OK?

So you're going to
have to make a choice.

- Yo, Keith!

Yo, Keith!

Yo, Keith!

Man!

- Yo.

- What's up, man?

- Man!

- [laughs]

I know.
I know.

I know.
- What you doing out here?

- I'm looking for you.

Yeah.

An athlete like you
with your talent in the ring.

Dude, no cap,
you're a future contender, man.

Team BTB would be
lucky to have you.

Yeah.
- Thank you, man.

- But I know your daddy.

He's got different
aspirations for you, huh?

Olympic trials?

- Yeah, man.

That's what we-- that's what
we've been training for.

- I know.
I know.

- Look.

But to be a part of BTB, that
would be a dream come true.

- Yeah?

Yeah, I like that, man.

That's what I want
to hear you say.

You ready to start making
your dreams come true?

- Man, hell yeah!
- Come on, baby!

That's what I'm
talking about, my boy.

Let me get some
of this run with you.

- Come on, man.
Let's see what you got.

- Oh, man.
Listen.

Come on now.
I still got it.

- OK.

- I still got it.

- Well, well.

Well, now,
this is getting interesting.

- Mm-hmm.

- Ain't that Sydney's
sister, the one

Martin used to be sneaking
out all over town with?

- Yeah.

But she's dating
that champion boxer now.

- That girl is still a problem.

Get down there
and break that shit up.

- You think he's going
to try to win her back?

- He's going to try
to do something,

but he ain't winning shit.

- Baby, baby, baby!

What's up, man?
Can I help you?

You need something?

You want like an autograph?

[laughter]

- I just wanted to come say hi.

- Oh.

All right, well, hey.

Come on.

Let's keep going, baby.

I want to talk.

You remember that thing
you did last night?

I was wondering if
we could do that.

- A knockout
in the first round.

- Crisis averted.

- Yeah.

But, you know,
I'm still going to have

to find a distraction
for my son

to keep him away
from that hussy.

You know, I don't understand
why the two of you

never connected on some
type of romantic level.

I mean, you're great friends,
and you get along seamlessly.

I mean, it's very obvious
that the two of you

should be together.

- Martin and I,
we're like brother and sister.

Plus, you already know
who I have eyes on.

I'll be in the office
if you need me.

- You're my wife.

I'll always choose you.

But you're being
a little unreasonable.

And you're acting like I'm
the one you can't trust.

- No, I didn't say that.

- Well,
that's what it sounds like.

I'm out here stressed about
a high-level crisis situation

that few could comprehend.

And you're worried
about whether I'm

with Vanessa Britton.

- Damn right I am.

And I said what I said.

Stay the hell away
from that woman.

- Um, so-- so that's that?
- Yeah, that's--

- [screaming]

Mom, Dad, oh, my gosh!
Oh, my gosh.

- Baby, what's wrong?
- Oh my gosh!

Oh my gosh!
Oh my gosh!

- Um, what's wrong
with your sister, son?

- We both got accepted to
the Black Hamptons Business

Fellowship and Mentor Program.

- They only accept
three candidates a year,

and we both got in.
- Yeah.

And we all get assigned a
mentor that's a distinguished

Black person in business.

Last year Jesse got--
what's his name?

Bradley Hudson,
the famous lawyer.

- Oh, wow.

This is amazing, you two.

Real proud of you.
Yeah.

You know what?

I've heard about this program.

And I hear it's a big deal.

- Well, we've got
to go tell the crew.

- Of course, you do.
- Love y'all.

- Bye, baby.
Congratulations.

Congrats, son.
- Thank you, Mom.

- You're welcome.

- All right, good job, man.

- Thanks, Dad.

- Way to go, baby girl.

- So I guess that is
kind of a big deal, huh?

- From what I hear.

So we're going to continue
this conversation?

- Oh, no.
This conversation is over.

Stay the hell away
from Vanessa Britton.

OK?

Look.
I'm going to the beach.

- Hey, Judge.

How you doing?

- Hey.

Man, don't scare
me like that, Eli.

- You already know who I am.

That's great.

I love that.

- As a matter of fact,
everyone knows who you are.

There are only
three white families

in the Black Hamptons.

Two are very friendly,
but then there's you.

You're the asshole, man.

- Oh my gosh!

Is that-- is that when
people think of me?

- Look, pal.

If the shoe fits.

But if you'll excuse me,
I have a date with--

- Oh, oh, just--
just one second.

I was wondering if you'd
be interested in selling

your home
on Clearview Drive,

because I'd be willing to offer
you 2 and 1/2 million for it.

- You know, that sounds
like a great offer.

But I don't own that property
on Clearview Drive anymore.

My wife does.
I'm sorry.

My ex-wife owns that.
- Oh, Brenda.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Well, OK.

I had heard you were
cheating on her,

but I didn't know you
were divorced yet.

Hmm.

Oh, can you give me
her phone number?

Then I can call her.

- You know, Eli, fuck you, man.

Only a fool would
pay 2.5 mil for that.

I'm going fishing, man.

- OK.

- Later.

- Thanks, anyway.

- Oh.

I thought you were
going on a run.

Back already?
- Yeah.

I just got finished.

- OK.

- I'm gonna take a shower
and get ready for lunch.

- All right.
- All right.

Hey, Kim.

- Yeah.

- Let me ask you something.

- Sure.

- What do you know
about Everett Simpson?

- Is this about Morgan?

- No, it's about Everett.

- He's renting on Holly Lane.

- [laughs] That's not
even beachfront property.

He must be living
in hell over there.

- It's still
a $2 million house.

- For Everett Simpson, that
is a downgrade, and a big one.

But what I want
to know is this.

Why the hell is he back
here in the Black Hamptons?

- Well, I was told that
he got into some trouble

on the vineyard.

- Interesting.

What kind of trouble?

- He was working with some
people on a digital currency.

Things went left, and Everett
walked away with 50 million

in crypto.

- 50 million?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

They're probably
looking for him,

which is why
he's hiding out here.

- Right, right.

Listen.

I want you to find out
everything you can

about this crypto
problem he's having.

I want to know more.

All right?

- OK.

- Yeah, thanks.

- [indistinct]

- Listen, yeah, but that's
not the only thing.

- Hey, bro.

- What's up, fellas?
Fellas, fellas.

- What's up, man?
- Fellas.

- So what are we going
to do with this kid?

Is he going to sign
with us or not?

- I ain't heard nothing yet.

I don't even know if his
daddy gave him the offer.

- Well, shit.

Next time, take me with
y'all in case we've got to be

a little bit more persuasive.

- This dude.

[laughs]

- You know,
I hate the police, man.

And his pops, I was this
close for whupping his ass.

- No, no, no, we ain't
going to whip nobody's ass.

We're going to check that shit.

It's just cool vibes
only, all right?

Him and his father,
they're going to come around.

You'll see.
- All right.

Whatever you say, Bobby.

We got you.
- All right.

Oh, baby,
I want you to do me a favor.

I want you to take this,
all right?

- What's this for?

- I want you to take
that to the kid.

Yeah.

Ain't nothing like sleeping
on a half a million dollars.

I do that every night.

It might help him
make his decision.

- Come on, man.

I know you ain't serious.

- I'm very serious.
OK?

His dad's a cop.
What is he going to do?

He's going to steal it?
- Hey, that's true.

- Yeah.
I got you.

- Be careful with that.

- You know me, man.
- All right.

- Mm-hmm.

I just think we're wasting
our time on this kid, man.

Plus, his dad is tripping.

- He will come around.

All right?

He just-- he just needs
a new father figure.

- Oh, yeah.
- Okay!

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, ladies!

I brought wine.

- Bring it on!

- There you are, darling.

- Ooh!

- That's cute.

- Hi, Brenda.

- Hi, Leslie.

Look.

I have a question, actually.

Why did you tell me
that my house

is only worth $2 million?

- Because that's
what it's worth.

- Interesting.

Someone just offered
me 3 million.

- Wait a minute.

If your house
is worth $3 million,

what is my house worth?

- A whole lot more.
- Mm.

- Who gave you the
offer, Eli Bradshaw?

- Does it matter?

Huh?

He offered me more than what
you said my house was worth.

And I'm of good mind
to take it.

- OK, Brenda.

Listen.

Just give me a chance to find
somebody to match his price.

- He said you was
going to say that.

- Look, he also said that you
and Carolyn are keeping

our property values down.

And I'm starting to believe it.

- OK.

The only thing that
we ever tried to do

was keep
the Black Hamptons Black.

Hey, why do you all think your
mortgage rates on your home

loans are so low?

- Control.

Yeah, by giving us all
low-interest mortgage rates,

you and Carolyn
get to control us.

- OK.

- I mean, honestly,
Leslie, look at what y'all

tried to do to Sydney
and her family last summer.

I mean, thank god her
mortgage is not with Carolyn.

But most of us aren't in the
Johnson's financial position.

But you know that, don't you?
- OK.

Ladies, all right.

So y'all know I'm the new
kid on the block here, right?

- Yes.

- And I can't even believe
I'm going to say this.

But y'all got to give
Leslie and Carolyn

a little bit more slack.
- Wait.

What?

- Sydney, I mean,
they're clearly trying

to manipulate and control us.

- Clearly.

But you're right, Brenda.

It is all about control,
controlling our own destiny--

having something as beautiful
as this beach that's ours,

that we own, that nobody can
take that away from us just

because they have more money.

Now, I watched them
take Harlem,

then Clinton Hill
down in Brooklyn.

And y'all know I cannot stand
me some Carolyn Britton.

But if her low-interest
rate for Black folks

helps keep this community
affordable for Black people

so that my kids, my grandkids
can experience what we have,

then when it comes to this, I
got to admit I am on her side.

[applause]

- Thank you.

- No problem.

- So what's it
going to be, Brenda?

Are you going to
sell us out or are you

going to give us the listing?

- I haven't decided what
I'm going to do just yet.

But you know, if I--

if I do sell,
I'll give you the listing.

But you're going to take
half the commission, Leslie.

Good?

- Jeffrey!

Mr. Bowen, I'm-- I'm sorry.

I was wondering, are you, uh--

if have you got a moment,
I wondered--

how are you doing?

Sorry about that.

I was wondering
if you had a moment.

- I'm actually about
to head out for a sail.

What's this about?

- Well, I know
you're an attorney.

It's a legal matter.

- What kind of legal matter?

Well, see, my--
my son, he's a boxer.

And he's a really good boxer.

And he's training
for the Olympics.

- Oh, yeah.

Reverend Chauncey mentioned
something about that.

Nice!
- Yes, sir.

- You must be very proud.
- Yes.

Yes, I am.

Hence why I was wondering
if you'd be so kind.

I really do need
your advice, sir.

So Bobby "The Beast" Boyd
and the clown-ass

Cornelius Moore,
they stopped past my house,

and they gave that to my son.

And he almost signed it.

- I see.

Sergeant Lane, I don't usually
give random legal advice

on the dot.

That's something that
typically happens in an office.

- You know what?

I totally understand.

And please forgive me for that.

To be honest, I don't really
even know if I can afford

an appointment with you, sir.

But I was-- I was asking
as a community member

if you would be so kind as
just to tell me if it's legit.

That's all
I'm looking for, please.

- Must you hover, Leslie?

It's rude and very annoying.

- Sorry.

- What quandary brought
you to my front door

looking like you just
lost your best friend?

- Aunt Carolyn,
we have a problem.

- What do you mean we?

Are the Johnsons
acting up again?

See, I told you we
should have buried

them when we had the chance.

- No, it's not the Johnsons
that we need to worry about.

Actually, they are being
really, really helpful.

- Just spit it out
and stop rambling.

I'd like to find out
what's going on sometime

before Labor Day, please.

- Yes, of course.

There were two homes
in the neighborhood

that were recently listed.

- Yeah, the McNeils
and the Sheffields.

What's the issue?

- Both homes were sold
simultaneously to an LLC.

- Now, that is interesting.

- No, that's very interesting.

Who owns the LLC?

- Bradshaw Financial.

- As in Eli Bradshaw?

- Yes.

And this is just the beginning.

- Now, why would Eli Bradshaw
want to buy property here

and he already owns a home?

- Because we own
our own beaches.

And he thinks it's
cheaper compared

to the rest of the Hamptons.

But you know, your father
predicted that this

would happen eventually.

- What did he predict?

- Gentrification.

- And here on top of
their cut off the top,

they are entitled to
recoup any and all expenses

for traveling, training,
medical treatment, lodging,

and food.

- So basically, you're telling
me if he'd have signed this,

he'd have got screwed,
basically.

That's what you're telling me.
- Basically.

I'm not an
entertainment attorney,

but I wouldn't have
my client sign that.

- This is some bullshit.

I knew it was some bullshit.

Well, I got something
for these clowns.

Best believe that.

Hey, man, I truly
appreciate your time.

Sorry for interrupting you.

- Absolutely.
- Go catch that sail, man.

And Peter thanks you as well,
all right?

- All right.

- If you need to bill me,
just can you--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Give me some time.

- It's like you said,
Sergeant.

We're neighbors.

And I just want things to work
out for you and your son.

- My man.
Thank you.

I appreciate you.
- All right.

- I got you.
- Good luck to you and Peter.

- Oh, indeed.

Bullshit, man.

Gentrification, Mother?

Don't you think that's
a little extreme?

Most people in
the Black Hamptons

make at least six figures.

- No.

Aunt Carolyn's right.

Bradshaw and his partners
have determined that the Black

Hamptons is cheap in comparison
to other Hampton communities.

Some would say
ours is the best.

- They're positioning
themselves

to take over and make a
huge profit in the process.

For them, $2 or $3 million
is a drop in the bucket.

They'll probably tear down half
those homes and replace them

with 6,000-square foot
mini mansions and sell them

for double, even triple.

- Yes, and I knew it was
just a matter of time

when the Tates and the Wilsons
moved in five years ago.

But I definitely
wasn't happy when

the Browns' home was purchased
by Eli because of tax liens.

This is getting out of hand.

- It sounds like
Eli Bradshaw has a plan.

- Oh, I'm sure he does.

But now is not the
time for us to cry

in our proverbial spilt milk.

But we've got to do something.

Leslie, how many properties
up for sale in this community

right now?

- Two.

But Bradshaw plans on
making a bid for both.

But I do have a client that's
interested in one of them.

- I don't care what
you have to do,

but you make sure he buys it.

And find a buyer
for the other one.

We have to do everything
that we can to deter this.

- I'm on it.

- Peter!

Peter!

- Damn, Dad!

You scared me.

- You know damn well you
heard me calling you.

- I didn't hear you.

My music was turned up.

- All right, all right.

- What's up?

- Son, what's going on?

What the fuck
is this doing here?

- Oh, Bobby sent that over.

- Are you kidding me?

And you accepted the bag?

- What am I supposed to do?
It's a bag of money.

- I talked to the lawyers, man.

That contract isn't worth
the paper it's printed on.

Yeah.

Bobby and his little
manager friend

Cornelius,
they were going screw you.

- Bobby said it's a standard
contract, and I trust him.

- So what?

You're saying you
trust him over me?

Then you a damn fool.

- Wait, wait.
Where are you going?

- I'm taking the money back.

We're not signing with
them crooked-ass fools, man.

- Man, we could use that money.

- I don't give a shit.

It's going back.

- I'm sick of this shit!

- Vanessa.

- Hey.

I got your text.

I don't know.

For some reason, I was
expecting to see your wife.

- Well, she's in the car.

- Yeah,
that actually makes sense.

I sent over a potential
client this morning.

He really wants to meet you.

I think it's
a great opportunity.

Did you get a chance
to look at his portfolio?

- I have.

And I agree.

It's a great opportunity.

- But?

- Vanessa,
let me start by saying this.

You have been incredible.

All right?

You've been instrumental
in connecting me

to all kinds of wonderful
business contacts.

I mean, not to mention
virtually saving my company.

And um, I honestly couldn't--
couldn't thank you more.

- There's no need
to thank me, Anthony.

The feeling is mutual.

It's just nice to work
with professionals who

are both respectful
and also share the same goal

of making a lot of money.

Cheers.

- We have to sever
our business ties.

- Why?

We-- we have all these
amazing projects on the table.

I don't understand.

Oh.

This isn't your decision.

Does this have something
to do with your wife?

- She's not exactly comfortable
with us working together, no.

She's an inspiration
for this company.

She's my business partner
in everything I do.

And if anybody
should understand,

it should be you, right?

I mean, have you exactly told
your husband about our

working relationship?

- Mm-mm.
This isn't fair.

- Tell me about it.
- Mm-mm.

We have both
been professional.

I mean, what could I have
possibly done that has

made her so uncomfortable?

- Maybe, unfortunately, it's
simply you being a Britton.

She doesn't trust you.

She doesn't trust anybody
with the last name Britton,

for that matter.

And look.

Your little friends down there
hanging around the beach,

they're not helping either.

- Oh, please.

Don't even get me started
on those two-faced bitches.

Please.

So what are we going to do?

Hmm?

What's this?

- It's a finder's fee
for you introducing me

to Alexander Cora.

It's the least I can do.

- $10 million?

Well,
that is very generous of you.

But, yeah, I wasn't expecting
a finder's fee.

I-- I'm owed
a piece of the deal.

And the deal is worth billions.

You promised me that.

- I get you're disappointed,
all right.

Trust me.
I am, too.

But look, just take the money.

OK?

You've earned it.

But I'm not getting
divorced over this.

[phone buzzing]

That's her.

All right, look.

I've got to go.

- OK.
- I'm sorry.

- It is what it is.

I wish you and Sydney Tech
nothing but the best.

- Take care.

- Yeah.

Better believe I will
take care of everything.

- Enjoy your stay in the
Hamptons, Miss Winters.

- Oh, thank you.

I'm sure it will be fun.

- I'm sure it will.

- Thank you.

- Oh.

Oh!

OK. OK.

See, damn!

This is what I need
after every workout.

- You're not finished
working out yet.

- [chuckles]

You know that's why I like you,

because you know
exactly what I need.

Ooh.

[knock at door]

What?

- You got a visitor.

- Nuh-uh!

No, tell them I'm busy.

- You need to get unbusy,
because it's the police.

- Oh, shit.

[laughs]

Yo, this ain't the police.

This is Mr. Lane.

This is Pete daddy.

- Sergeant Lane.

- Oh.

- Yeah, don't forget that part.

- All right, Sergeant.

So what can I do for you?

- I think this belong
to you, partner.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I loaned this to Pete.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Don't loan my son shit.

As a matter of fact,
why don't you

stay the fuck away from him?

- OK.

All right,
let's just calm down.

I'm just trying to give
him every opportunity

to be one of the best.

That's all.

- Ain't nobody
asked you for shit.

He's already the best.

He definitely don't
need you and your little

shady-ass fucking crew, bruh.

- OK.

Then why is he seeking us out?

Hmm?

That's a fair question.

Pete a grown-ass man.

He ain't some teenage kid.

And he comes around here, OK,
because he's welcome.

And it ain't shit you
can do about that, man.

- The fuck you saying?

- Oh, you going to hit me?

I think he wants to hit me.

Please do.

Please, I will beat the
bricks off of your old ass

and enjoy it.

- Man, fuck you, homey.

What you want to do?
[laughter]

- Hey, Sarge.
- Yeah.

- That's what I thought.

I think it's time
for you to leave, man.

- Yeah.

- Yo, we don't want you to do
anything stupid,

especially when you got
that badge on.

Police ain't got a good
reputation in the community.

- It's a good point.

- Especially in the
Black community.

- Hey, man.

Fuck you and that
little punk-ass camera.

I said what I said,
badge or not.

Stay the fuck away from my son.

Are we clear?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

I thought so.

Bitch-ass.

- You sure this kid
is worth all this?

- Hey, man.

Look, we in a fight.

Since when you know me to
back down from a fight?

Or lose one?

Hmm?

- You're right.

- Come on, babe.

Let's go on back to bed.

He got me worked up.
Shit.

- Get that?

- Good old police.

- Oh, yeah.

He fucked up.

- All right, so just
gave my money from 'em, man.

- You ever heard of
the word excuse me?

- You got a fucking problem?

- Hey, everything's cool.

It's just an accident,
big fella.

- That wasn't no
fucking accident.

- I know.

I know.

All right, we're too old to be
getting in bar fights anymore.

OK, especially the drama
I'm going through right now

with Vanessa and Sydney.

- You're right.
- All right?

- You're right.

Plus, he was about
to beat your ass.

[laughter]

- Check it out.

Gentlemen.

- All right,
stick to the script.

- Please, gentlemen.

Have a seat.

- Mr. Cora.

- And where is
the lovely Vanessa?

I was expecting her
to be with you.

- Oh.

Well, unfortunately,
Vanessa won't be joining us.

I bought her out.

My wife wasn't exactly
pleased with us

doing business together.

So I felt it best to--

to cut ties now
rather than later.

[laughter]

- Where have I
heard that before?

It sounds like your mother.

- Exactly like her.

- Actually,
that's a very good call.

You know what they say?

Happy wife, happy life.

- I knew you'd understand.

- So listen.

I think we should move
the official launch date

of the new phone up two weeks.

I may have an exclusive
deal worked out

with several countries
in Africa that would make

us all very, very rich men.

- Now, up two weeks?

- Yeah.

- I'm not exactly sure
we're prepared for that.

We haven't even gotten
the shipments from Korea yet.

- OK.

So what's the hold up?

- Some type of logistics
with the shipment.

And you know how those
things can be.

They say it's going to
take another two weeks.

- Two weeks.

- Totally out of our control.

- Oh, well, that's an easy fix.

I'll just make
a few phone calls.

Who's the shipper?

I'll get these
items prioritized.

- You know what?

Let me get back to you
when I get to the office.

- You do that, please.

- Thanks.

- In the meantime,

well, I thought there might be
a toast in order,

but apparently not.

- Oh.

- See Phillip over there?

- Mm-hmm.

- Send him over.
- OK.

- Gentlemen, can I have the
table for a few moments?

I see an old friend I'd like
to reacquaint myself with.

- Oh, yeah, sure.
- If you don't mind.

- No, absolutely.

- I'm saying, man...

- Yeah.

- He know this fat dude?

- That's the same
dude from earlier.

- I know.

- Phillip, Phillip, Phillip.

- Alexander.

- Please, have a seat.

- Long time, no see.

- Yeah.

I thought you was in Europe.

- See, that's the problem.

Come here.

You're not paid to think.

And apparently, your boss
is not thinking,

which is why I'm still owed
$2 million, Phillip.

- We swear we're going to
pay you back every dime.

We just need
a little more time.

- No, what you
and your boss need

is to get your
affairs in order,

because your time has run out.

And I do hope that it
was worth every dime.

- Dad, everything OK here?

- You know what, son?

Everything is OK.

I was just informing Phillip
here that if we are not

paid by Friday,

then tell your boss
with a 20% penalty,

then we are going
to have to cancel/close

your account.

- Crazy.

- He's threatening him for
2 fucking million dollars?

- Yeah.
- Oh, shit.

- Am I right, Phillip?

- Absolutely.

- With the 20%.

- Yeah, sure.

- OK.

How are your children?

- He looks like he's
about to piss on himself.

- They're fine.

They're fine.

- Let's try to
keep them that way.

- Yes, sir.

- It's been nice
chatting with you.

- Have a good day.

- Gentlemen, please.

I'm sorry about that.

A little bit of a mix-up

about time and deliveries
and...

so let's see if we can get that
shipment expedited somehow.

I'd hate for something
that small to...

fuck this up.

- Turn this way.

Right here is fine.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Have a great day.

Yes.

Mmm.

Well, this is as good
as time as any to see

what all the fuss is about.

Mm, this is going to be fun.

- Hey, sis.

[laughs]

You got this?

- You know it.

[glass clink]

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