02x06 - The Enemy of My Enemy

[bunniefuu]

Kimmie, what's going on?

-Angel?
-Where she at?

-Girl, Daga?
-[Rain] Yeah.

She trying to get that new girl
to get it done.

She wants to do it tonight.

I'll go with you.

[dramatic music playing]

What the hell is going on?

I married Horace. [chuckles]

So all this is… is yours?

[chuckling] I guess.

Come on, man, we doing this.

-[Andy] Look, I need pictures.
-[camera clicking]

-[door closes]
-What are you doing?

[Rain] Park back here.

There's four of them.
You just say the word.

-[Daga] Rain?
-[Shake Shake] She was at the club.

-[banging on door]
-Who the f*ck is that?

[dramatic whoosh]

[dogs barking]

[Rain] It's Rain. Open the door.

[ominous music playing]

[Daga] Chase…

open the door.

[tense music playing]

Hey, b*tch.

Hey.

Shake Shake.

Hey.

And what's your name again?

Young Thing.

Young Thing.

b*tch, what your mama call you?

Adeline.

Adeline.

Right, we met earlier.

[tense music continues]

[baby fussing]

Don't worry about him.
That's just my driver.

Your driver?

But don't he work at the club?

[Rain] Nah, b*tch, we off that.

Kimmie hit it big.

She married a baller,
so we out the club now.

-[Shake Shake] For real?
-That's what I said.

And, b*tch, why you looking stupid?

A b*tch just ready to do her job.

[Rain] Oh.

Yeah. You ready to make her a*s
look like mine, huh?

You wanna see my a*s?

[Daga] Nah.

I can see it from here.

It look good.

[Rain] "It look good."

That's 'cause I got
all this compression and sh*t on.

Maybe you should keep
that compression and sh*t on.

It'll help keep your body together.

[Rain scoffs]

Well, when I take it off
to get in the shower, it looks like death.

Well, I told you, don't move so much.

[Rain] Right.

I was just supposed to lay here
while you pump this sh*t in my body.

Sweetie, I do this all the time.

And how many girls have you k*lled?

[scoffs] What, you… you trying
to set a b*tch up?

Nah, it ain't no set up. It's a question.

I haven't k*lled anybody.

Well, I almost died.

But you didn't.

["Beauty and the b*tch" playing]

b*tch, you gonna wish I did.

Rain!

[Shake Shake] No, Rain!

[grunting]

b*tch, get off of me!

[Rain] Let my hair go! Let my hair go!

[screaming]

-[Daga] b*tch, get up!
-[Shake Shake] No!

[grunting, yelling]

You crazy b*tch! You keep hitting me!

-Get the f*ck off!
-[screaming] Stop!

[grunting]

[Shake Shake] No!

[Daga] I'll break your bones.

[Shake Shake] No!

[Rain whimpering]

[Chase grunting]

[Rain whimpering]

[Shake Shake] No!

Next time, pay me my money, b*tch!

[Shake Shake] No, please don't!

[screaming]

No! Oh my God, no!

-[screaming] Please don't sh**t!
-No!

[sobbing]

[g*n firing]

[Adeline crying hysterically]

[praying in Spanish]

No! No!

[shouting] I said no!

[sobbing]

She's a witness.

[praying in Spanish]

[Rain] You wanna be down with us, right?

[panting] Let her go.

[sobbing] Please.

Look, this is on me too.

Alex!

[sobbing] Please, please.

Oh sh*t.

-How old are you?
-[crying]

Hey! Listen!

How old are you?

Eighteen.

Eighteen? sh*t.

All right.

Hold on.

[Adeline sobbing]

[Rain] Take this.

You find the nearest bus stop,
get on it, and don't look back, okay?

This is your lucky day. Do you hear me?

[weeping] Yes, yes.

Look at me.

Look, I just saved your life.

That b*tch was gonna k*ll you.

[crying]

Where you from?

Alabama.

[Rain] Alabama? All right, um…

All right, you take that money,

you get on the bus,
and you don't look back.

[shuddering] They're gonna
come looking for me.

sh*t.

[sighs in frustration]

What's your name? Give me your whole name.

[shouting] Give me your name!

Adeline Gail Fortemont.

All right. Okay, I got you. Okay?

-Rain, we gotta move.
-[Adeline weeping]

Get out of here, all right?

You need to go and don't look back.

Hurry up!

sh*t.

[Adeline sobbing]

[somber music playing]

["Servin' Looks" by Mama Kali playing]

♪ In my CLS 550… ♪

-Yo.
-Yeah, man?

Is he still in there?

[Andy] Mm-hmm.

Oh sh*t.

-What, you want me to go check on him?
-No, no, no.

No, I got it. I got it.
I got it. I got it.

I'll be right back.

♪ In my CLS 550 ♪

♪ My CLS 550 ♪

♪ I be a savage bad-- ♪

[music stops]

[line ringing]

[phone buzzing]

Yo.

[man] Yo.

-What's the deal?
-[Andy] Nothing.

Closing up the club.

The sun is gonna be up soon.

I know. That's the plan.

So we gonna do this in broad daylight?

n*gga, you ain't give me no damn updates
on the cameras, so yes.

[scoffs] My bad. Um…

I saw a few cameras outside.

Okay.

I got a plan for that.

[man] What is it?

Is there a garage?

Yeah.

Okay. Then I'mma show up
in a delivery truck.

Delivery truck?

Broad daylight, n*gga.

Damn. You know what?
Let me handle this sh*t.

All right. I… I guess that makes sense.

Look, just stay there,

and… and let me know
what the cameras are looking like.

All right, I got you.

Seem like this n*gga
gonna be asleep all day.

Well, sh*t, that's all the better.

All right, bet.

n*gga, you on the burner phone?

-You know I already got the burner.
-[Andy] Okay.

Then be patient.

sh*t. I got this.

All right.

-[Roy grunting]
-[Felicia breathing heavily]

[Felicia moaning]

[Roy moaning, grunting]

[Roy breathing heavily]

sh*t. Mm.

Damn, Daddy.

Come on, get up. Get up.

Get up. Get up.

-[Felicia] Mm.
-Oh sh*t.

[exhales]

[groans]

Oh sh*t.

Hand me my cigs.

Ah, sh*t.

That sh*t felt amazing. [chuckles]

-So good.
-Uh-huh.

[Felicia chuckles]

[Roy] Mm.

Real good.

[inhales]

You h*s wash my d*ck.

b*tch, hurry up.

Go get the soap and water.

Now you doin' it like that?

sh*t, somebody got to.

Uh-huh. [chuckles]

But damn, Daddy,

you f*cked the sh*t out of us.

I know. [exhales]

sh*t, I ain't never had it
like that before, baby.

I know. Roy is f*cking back. [laughing]

[chuckling] You was doing
all kinda sh*t to me.

I gotta see you again.

[Roy inhales deeply]

What time is it?

-Who cares?
-No, I said, "What time is it?"

sh*t, I don't know.

[tsks] Hey.

Yeah.

[Felicia] What time it is?

It's, uh, 3:30 in the morning.

What, you got a clock to punch?

I make the f*cking clock.

Mm, I know that's right. My kind of n*gga.

Hold on, that sh*t way too hot.
Way too hot.

-Way too f*cking hot.
-b*tch!

[chuckling]

-What?
-You a crazy m*therf*cker, you know that?

-sh*t, she gotta be doing it right.
-Yeah. [exhales]

-f*ck is wrong with you?
-Hmm.

Put the cold water in there.

And don't be f*cking it up.

I like you.

-sh*t, I like you.
-Well, sh*t.

[laughing]

[inhales, sighs]

Open your mouth.

You got some nice teeth.

[chuckling] I be going to the dentist.

[Roy] Mm-hmm.

-[giggles]
-I see. sh*t. [scoffs]

[exhales]

Do you know Kimmie?

[clicks tongue] Yeah. Why?

What was she like?

That old stale-a*s b*tch.

sh*t, I don't like her.

They say she got hooked up
with some sugar daddy.

Man, I can't stand her a*s.

She f*cking set up.

She don't give a sh*t about that n*gga.

Wait, you know him?

f*ck you.

[grunts]

Wait.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

I said somethin' wrong?

b*tch, this was yo fault.

Scary-a*s b*tch.

Why aren't you opening the door?

We can go in the back way.

-Why?
-'Cause you got blood on you.

You can't go in the house like that.

You can come to my room
and change and shower.

Japanigga, you ain't slick.

[pensive music playing]

Watch your step.

[sighs] sh*t.

I just moved in.

The bathroom's in here.

There's, uh, some towels and soap
you can use in here.

You've done this before.

Yeah.

That wasn't a question.

I could tell by the way
you k*lled those people,

you've done this before.

[drink pouring]

I do what I gotta do.

[somber music playing]

[Rain exhales]

You know we shouldn't
have let her live, right?

[sighs] She ain't gonna say nothing.

And how do you know?

She's just like me and Kimmie.

We've been through so much sh*t.

You know what they've done to us.

Yeah, I… I know.

So… she's just happy to be free.

I can see it in her eyes.

I hope you're right.

I am.

That's f*cked up.

How much they did to so many of y'all.

How much did you see?

I saw way too much.

Obviously, it didn't bother you.

Just because I didn't say anything,
or do anything,

doesn't mean it… didn't bother me.

But you could just walk into a room
and k*ll people.

I don't mind k*lling people
that do bad sh*t.

Shake Shake was doing some bad sh*t.

So you Robin Hood?

No.

I'm just trying to get
as far away from this sh*t as I can.

As soon as I can.

Now I understand that.

So you know I'm with you then.

I know you a k*ller.

Come on, Rain.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say…
that we're in this all together.

Me, you, Kimmie.

Even Angel.

So you know he's alive.

Yeah, I do.

But speaking about him…

What?

Oh, he hates me.

I… I beat his a*s and…

So he's gonna just be talking
a lot of sh*t.

I can handle Angel.

So you'll let me in then?

No.

This is just a start.

That's all I'm saying.

All right. Well, I'll take a start.

Look, this sh*t ain't coming out.

I'm just gonna have to go in
when everybody go to sleep.

You want another drink?

No.

[music stops]

[bugs chirring]

[uneasy music playing]

[breathing heavily]

Hey, what the hell you doing?

What's it look like I'm doing,
you piece of sh*t?

I'm sorry, Mr. Bellarie.

Then get the f*ck on then. Go.

-Excuse me, sir--
-What do you want? What do you want?

Your father doesn't want anybody
on the property.

My father doesn't want anyone
on the property. Really? [scoffs]

Yeah, what you gonna do,
you rent-a-cop-looking m*therf*cker?

-I gotta ask you to leave.
-How much he paying you?

Let's not go there, Mr. Bellarie.

-And you the head of security?
-I am the head of security.

Ah. And you're working for this b*tch?

-Let's keep it respectable.
-Respectful. [chuckles]

-Do you even know who that is?
-None of my business, sir.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bellarie,
but you gotta leave.

Hmm. Well, let me inform you.

She was a two-bit wh*re that was…

[loudly] …sucking my d*ck last weekend.

-Mr. Bellarie--
-No, no, no, no, you don't f*cking get it.

I need you to calm down.

And now,
she's living in my father's house.

Ain't that some sh*t?

-You gonna go?
-f*ck you, n*gga. You are…

[groaning angrily]

You better be careful.
You better calm down.

Calm down? I don't like you.

-You know that?
-[Whitman] Yeah, yeah.

You don't wanna see me.

-For real?
-For real.

-It's like that?
-It's like that.

Is there a problem here?

No, ma'am, everything's fine.
Right, Mr. Bellarie?

[panting]

Look at you, huh?

And speaking of problems…

[Whitman] Sir.

I'm gonna need assistance over here.

-Looks to me like you the problem.
-[Roy] Mm.

How'd you do it, b*tch?

-I did it well, m*therf*cker.
-Ah.

Now, is that any way
to speak to your stepmother? Ugh.

[Whitman] Hey, let's calm down, okay?

You not gonna be able to talk to him
when he high like this.

You gotta take drastic measures, like…

-pushing him out of a window.
-Hm.

[chuckles]

-You think I forgot about that sh*t?
-Oh, I know you haven't.

You really think
he gonna protect you, huh?

No.

But he is gonna be pissed
that you're here.

You think I give a f*ck about that n*gga?

'Cause…

he'll be dead by morning.

That's what you think?

That's not what I think, it's what I know.

And when he is dead,

I'm saving all my piss

to piss on that m*therf*cker's grave.

[chuckling]

You're disgusting, Roy.

What did you just say?

[dramatic music plays]

Hell nah.

He said he gonna piss on your grave.

[Horace] Yeah.

I think he did say
he wanted to piss on my grave.

Don't worry, Mr. Bellarie.
We got this handled.

[sinister music playing]

Hold him down.

I'm too weak to fight.

Take him down and hold him down.

Yes, sir.

-[snaps fingers]
-What you gonna do, huh?

[grunting] What the f*ck? Let me go!

-Get down there.
-m*therf*cker.

n*gga, show him why I pay you.

My pleasure, sir.

[grunting]

-He's down.
-[Roy] Get off me! Get the f*ck off me!

-n*gga--
-Hold him right there. Hold his a*s.

-Get the f*ck off me! [grunts]
-Hold him, hold him.

[Roy] sh*t.

[groans] Ah, sh*t.

[chuckles]

Hold this, Kimmie.

[Roy] Okay, Pop. Okay. f*ck.

-Okay.
-So you gonna piss on me when I'm dead?

Don't you f*cking dare, Pop.
Don't you f*cking dare.

[urinating]

[groans] f*cking nasty f*ck.

[groaning] Get off!

f*ck.

[breathing heavily]

You nasty piece of sh*t.
You f*cking b*tch.

[Horace] You bring your Black a*s
over here again,

and piss will be the last thing
you'll be worrying about.

[tense music playing]

Here. Come on.

[Horace breathing heavily]

[Kimmie groans] Come on.

[Roy] f*ck you, m*therf*cker.

Okay.

You may wanna take a shower.

[Roy panting]

[groans]

[grunts]

[sighs]

[spits]

[breathing heavily]

Okay. [grunting]

All right.

[Horace exhales deeply]

You okay?

[Horace breathing heavily]

[Kimmie] All right.

-[grunts gently]
-I'll get that.

[Horace breathing heavily]

Oh f--

Can I get you anything?

No, uh…

James and the staff will…

get me what I need.

[door closes]

[ambient city noise]

[knocking on door]

Who the f*ck is it?

[Norman] Norman.

[tsks] sh*t.

[Norman] Open the damn door, woman.

Shut up.

[birds chirping]

[scoffs] The f*ck are you doing
at my door?

-I need to talk to you.
-About what?

I see you had one hell of a night.

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

[chuckling]

You got drunk at that restaurant.

sh*t.

It's that stupid b*tch
who owns the place told you that.

Did you get the email?

[tense music playing]

What email?

Horace wants us to meet our new boss,

and his new wife,

at a board meeting.

And you know
if we don't show up, we get fined.

sh*t.

-[sighs]
-Yeah, so I just wanted to come by

and make sure that you were ready to go.

You didn't come over here to help me.

No, I did.

[tsks] Oh, Norman, you so…

I know what you did.

I saw the news.

Harold and Gloria?

-What?
-[chuckling] Oh sh*t.

I know that was you…

'cause that's the kind of sh*t you do.

[Olivia scoffs]

I don't know what you talking about.

[clicks tongue] Oh.

Norman, don't come over here
playing no games.

I'm not in the mood.

Look, all you need to know
is that it was done.

And you're telling me this why?

'Cause what you think you know,

you wrong.

Norman, I don't give a damn

about you running anything
through no strip club.

Then why'd you ask the accountant
to ask me for some money?

[sinister music playing]

'Cause I just wanted to borrow some money.

[chuckling] Bullshit. Not that much.

sh*t.

You were gonna leverage that
to blackmail me.

Now, what is it? Is it your mortgage?
Are you gambling again?

Just tell me so I can help you.

You don't wanna help me.

Look, any time I can help
the enemy of my brother,

it's just good for my soul.

-[scoffs]
-So tell me.

You and all your little
stupid-a*s games, Norman.

I know you already know.

-[chuckling]
-[mimics chuckling]

-I do know.
-Yeah, I know you do.

Yeah, you owe about a million dollars.

See, I knew it was more to you
hiding in that little church

than you just getting right.

I was.

Yeah, right.

So, what you doing now?

Now I am trying to get even.

With who?

Horace.

That n*gga gonna be dead in a month or so.

Yeah, and here he is
getting that little old girl to take over,

who doesn't even mean anything to him,

so he can haunt us after he's dead.

But I'll tell you one thing.
I can promise you this.

She is not gonna take what's mine.

It don't belong to you no more.

Hell it don't.

-You spent it all.
-It's mine.

It's all mine.

It's still mine.

Half of every dime he owns is mine.

-My father put that sh*t in the will--
-Oh, f*ck your father.

sh*t, he's the reason
we in this position we in today.

[Norman sighs]

Olivia, never wanting to take
responsibility for her own sh*t.

And you are the same lowlife m*therf*cker.

[sighs]

Now I want you to get your a*s up
and get out of my damn house.

[chuckles]

One million dollars. [laughing]

It'll be three soon.

-[chuckles]
-[door opens]

-[scoffs]
-[door closes]

[birds tweeting]

[pensive music playing]

Hey, girl.

[scoffs] Hey.

-[sighs]
-You just getting in?

Girl, long night.

-Horace is here?
-Yeah.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

I don't know. What you thinking?

What does that mean for us
if he gets better?

Nah, I wasn't thinking that.

I was thinking, "b*tch, you got a prenup."

Yeah, but if he gets healthy, then--

Girl, you said his ex-wife
is still around.

-And he hate her, right?
-Yeah.

Okay. Stop worrying about that sh*t.

I'm trying, okay?

What was all that noise last night?
Who was that?

Oh, Roy.

[scoffs] What the hell was he doing here
in the middle of the night?

And I saw him at the club last night.

-What?
-Mm-hmm.

He ain't see me, though.

So what was he doing here?

Girl, he was having a fit
'cause I'm living in the house now.

[chuckling] As he should.
You need to t*rture his a*s.

And I'mma enjoy that every day.

[chuckles softly]

Girl, did you get any sleep last night?

You gotta go in the office today,
don't you?

Yep.

And you ready?

Actually, yeah.

Horace has been setting up
all this sh*t for me to learn,

and he told me to just walk in there.

-[chuckles]
-Okay, that's good.

[crow cawing]

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You might've did
a little too much last night?

[chuckles] Yeah, that's probably it.
I need to go to sleep.

Okay.

[exhales] What time is Horace leaving?

Uh, I don't know.

I wanna talk to him about the club
before he goes. You think that's okay?

Yeah, I don't care.

[sighs]

Uh-uh. What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Something happened
that you not telling me.

No.

[crows cawing]

I'm about to go get some sleep.

Good night.

In the daytime.

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

f*cking slob.

Ew.

The hell is… [sniffs]

Oh, this nasty a*s…

[tense music playing]

[sighs] Gosh.

[sighs]

Get up.

Get up.

[exhales]

Man, what the hell wrong with you, man?

Roy, get up.

[Roy groans] Mm.

Mallory, it's 6:45 in the morning.

That's when regular n*gg*s get up
and get ready for work.

And everything about you
is regular and ordinary, so get up.

-You know--
-[splutters]

Don't shove me, man.
Does anything about me look regular?

-No, you're very irregular.
-Mm.

Very irregular person.
Nothing normal about you.

[Roy chuckles] I know.

-Let me ask you something.
-[groans]

How does a grown-a*s man
come in this house pissing on himself?

I didn't piss myself.

Well, your clothes smell like piss.
They're covered in piss, Roy.

Roy, did you have one of your wh*res
piss on you, you nasty b*stard?

That's my father's piss.

You know what?
I don't even wanna know about this.

-Just get up and get ready for work.
-[sighs]

-And why would I do that?
-Your wh*re is coming to the office today.

What?

I got an email from your father.

He wants her to meet
the entire staff, today.

-You f*cking kidding me?
-No, I'm not.

So get your a*s up and get ready for work.

Mm. [smacks lips]

[inhales deeply]

-I guess I'll get ready then. [sighs]
-Yeah.

Did you even shower
when you got pissed on by your "father"?

Of course I did, honey.
You think I'd really keep that piss on me?

Then why the hell do you still stink?

Because I lay next to you, honey.

f*ck you.

See you at the office.

[groans]

[sighs]

-[dogs barking]
-[sighs]

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Damn.

[horse neighs]

Oh hey.

You like it?

[chuckles] I love it.

Kimmie up?

I haven't seen her.

James.

-Yes, sir.
-Get Kimmie, please.

Yes, sir.
We have breakfast ready if you'd like.

No, I… I can't eat anything.

[James] Yes, sir.

How, uh… How do you feel your chances are?

A lot better than staying here for sure.

Yeah.

What is it?

I can see something's dancing
in your head. [chuckles]

I, um…

I just don't know how to feel
about all this. You know?

Just stay with Kimmie and you'll be fine.

Well, what about you?

I may not be here,
but, uh… Kimmie's protected, and…

I took one to protect you.

So I'm free?

Yeah. Free as the day you were born.

And I can leave anytime?

Yeah, but I got a feeling
you won't do that.

Why not?

Look around you.

[horse neighs]

And I can stay here?

Yes.

[scoffs]

There are cars out in the carriage house.

Cars?

Yeah, they'll tell you
which ones you can drive.

The others are off-limit.

[chuckling] Okay.

But don't touch my f*cking watches.

I won't. I learned my lesson.

Although, um…

you can have this one.

[chuckles] For real?

It's cheap.

[scoffs]

You've done enough, man. I…

You've done enough.

n*gro,

are you really trying to play
this false modesty on me?

Take it.

Something to remember me by.

But you… you coming back.

I don't know.

I wish I could go with you, man,
but I don't have my passport.

Even if you had it,
you wouldn't wanna go with me.

Save the bullshit.

[Angel scoffs]

[chuckles] No, man.
I'm… I'm really loyal. I…

I appreciate all this. For real.

-Yeah, well…
-This sh*t is crazy.

Good morning. Hey.

Hi. Angel, uh, give us the room.

All right.

You leaving already?

[sighs] Yeah.

You ready?

Um…

As ready as I'll ever be.

Okay, um…

I'm gonna be on the plane.

Call me and tell me how it goes.

Okay.

And it's all set up.

Attorney Varney will be by your side.

-And remember…
-I know.

Call and verify with the other firm
everything that he said.

Yeah.

I got it.

Okay, um…

I'll see you. Um…

If I come back.

I hope you come back.

I almost believe you.

And remember, get your sister.

I'm working on that today.

Good.

Well, um… I'm about to leave.

Eh-- Horace.

I do hope you come back.

[cane taps on floor]

[sighs]

See you soon, man.

[serene music playing]

You think he's coming back?

I don't know.

-[engine starts]
-[chuckles] This sh*t right here?

-I still can't wrap my mind around it.
-[chuckles]

-sh*t, yeah, me too.
-[chuckles]

[pensive music playing]

Hey.

-Hey, getting up?
-[inhales sharply]

Come on, you should.

Hey, you need to get out my house.

Nah.

I don't gotta leave right now. Like…
I'll be quiet. My bad.

You can go back to sleep.

No, leave. [sniffles]

I… I can't. I came with you.

Well, call a car.

-Okay, well, I was think--
-No.

-Go.
-Look, I'mma let you sleep, all right?

-What did I just say?
-You know what? I'mma let you sleep.

n*gga, leave.

Look, I'mma be right out here. You good.

I'm chilling. Lay down.

[Charles scoffs]

[door closes]

f*ck it.

[ambient music playing]

Ooh, that good sh*t. [chuckles]

sh*t.

[ominous music playing]

You scared me.

Who the f*ck are you?

Dustin.

Dusty?

Dustin.

I said it right. Dusty.

The f*ck named you
that old thirsty-a*s name?

Excuse me?

Never mind.
f*ck you and your name. Let's go.

And who are you exactly?

I'm the n*gga telling you to get yo sh*t.

Now let's go.

Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but…

[scoffs] …he don't want me to leave.

I don't care what he wants.

-I said get yo sh*t and let's go.
-[chuckling]

-Come on.
-Hey--

n*gga, if you don't get
yo h* a*s hands off of me…

Think that sh*t works on me?

Know how much this costs?
Get yo little a*s out--

-What you doing to me, n*gga?
-Shut up. Get over here.

[Dustin] Aw, come on.

-[Varney] Come on. Come on.
-Damn.

-[Varney] Get yo sh*t. Come on.
-What the f*ck?

-n*gga--
-Get yo sh*t.

Whoa, what the hell is going on here?

I'm putting this n*gga out.

I told you to leave.

Well, he didn't.

Varney, I'm not here
for your sh*t today, okay?

Good.

Get out.

You don't tell my guest to leave.
He's staying.

I heard you telling him to leave.

Now that I'm saying it,
you want him to stay?

That's what I said.

You see? You see, that's that bullshit.

You need to get up
and get yo a*s to the office.

[clicks tongue] I ain't going in there.

Charles, your father has set
a mandatory meeting

for you to meet your new mother-in-law
and greet her at the company.

Now, you know that sound like
a bunch of bullshit.

All I know is that you have to be there.

Or what?

Charles, there are fines in place
for not showing up to these meetings,

and I know you can't afford it.

Come on!

Get out of my house, Varney.

I don't even know why I try.

I gotta go change anyway.

Why the f*ck do I care?

Exactly, n*gga, then get the f*ck out.

Bye! Goofy-a*s n*gga.

Shut up, b*tch.

Slap the sh*t out of you.

-[door opens, closes]
-You need to get yo a*s out too.

-Come on, man.
-No, what did I say?

I got an idea.

-You sure I can't stay a little longer?
-[underwear drops]

That can get you to stay a little longer.

Come take a nap.

[Horace coughing]

Are you okay, sir?

[clears throat]

Why the hell
would you ask me that question?

You know I'm dying.

I'm sorry, sir.

Just get me to the damn plane. [sniffling]

Yes, sir.

[Horace breathing heavily]

[clears throat]

And I need you to keep an eye on them.

-[sniffles]
-Absolutely, sir.

Where did Rain go last night?

She went to the club, sir.

The strip club?

Yes, sir.

Why the hell would she do that?

I'm not sure, sir.

sh*t.

You'd think that'd be
the last place they'd wanna be.

I'd have to agree, sir.

They come out of all that sh*t.

You put them in the lap of luxury,

and their skin crawls.

I wouldn't say that, sir.

What?

[hesitates] I'm sorry.

May I speak freely?

What is it?

You live an amazing life, sir,
and you grew up in this.

All we know is the club

and this grind.

So are you saying
they won't be able to learn?

No, sir.

Uh, I'm saying they just…
They'll just need some time.

I know that.

Time is a luxury they don't have.

Yes, sir.

Keep an eye on them.

I need you to tell me what's going on.

My loyalty is with you, sir.

Bullshit.

Your loyalty is with you.

And don't ever lie to me again.

My apologies, sir.

How much longer?

We're 25 minutes out.

Hurry up.

Yes, sir.

[Sylvie] You know
you were using the wrong fork.

[Kimmie] Hm? What do you know about forks?

-[Angel] I don't care.
-I know etiquette.

Which one? What, this one?

Mm-hmm. Right there.

-[Kimmie mimicking]
-[Sylvie chuckling]

I wish y'all would've woke me up
to at least tell him goodbye.

He'll be back.

You hoping he does?

I do.

-Good. I--
-Hey! Can I get more of them croissants?

-Damn, Angel.
-[James] Yes, sir.

-[Angel] What?
-The man is right there.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
I know you're having breakfast, but…

What is it?

Mrs. Bellarie's here to see you.

I'm Mrs. Bellarie.

Mallory Bellarie.

Oh sh*t.

Where is she?

She's in the living room.
Shall I have her come out?

Um… Uh, yeah. Yeah, uh, do that.

Yes, ma'am.

Would you look at that?

What?

You was waitin' to see her on stage,
and now she here to see you.

[Angel] Who's she?

She runs the company.

[Rain] She used to run the company.

Damn. This her?

[Kimmie] Yeah, that's her.

[tense music playing]

Good morning.

[Kimmie] Hi. Good morning.

-This is for you.
-Thank you.

And let me remember.

You are Rain.

Yep.

-And you are Sylvie.
-[chuckling] Yeah.

-And I don't think we've met yet.
-[clears throat] Angel.

Angel.

-Hi, I'm Mallory.
-[Angel] Hey, Mallory.

I didn't mean to interrupt your breakfast.

The setting is lovely.

Would you care to join us?

[Mallory chuckles] Oh, no, no, no.

I have to go to the office.

Our new COO will be there
meeting the staff,

and we're all very excited.

Are you really?

[scoffs]

[chuckling] Absolutely. Of course I am.

I can't wait to speak with you
and learn a bit,

and hear all of your fascinating ideas.

Well, we'll see, won't we?

Of course we will.

[inhales deeply]

So how has it been here so far, huh?

I know it hasn't been long, but…

It's been perfect.

Perfect.

Perfect is a good word.

So how was last night?

I know the house
can be a bit overwhelming.

It's old and heavy.

Large.

The decor and all.

Excuse me?

My father-in-law, he likes antiques.

He likes old… [chuckles]

…used,

and dark.

Antiques, you know? [chuckles]

The decor and all.

But you seem like a young lady
that likes nice things.

Am I wrong?

I mean, I kind of like it.

[scoffs] You just proved my point.

Men, right? [chuckles]

Speaking of men, how's your husband?

Excuse me?

Your husband.

[Mallory chuckling] My husband.

-You haven't met him yet.
-Oh, I did, at the hospital.

At the hospital?
Oh, yes, you did meet him at the hospital.

-He's well, thank you.
-[Rain] That's great.

Uh, I'm sorry.
Do you… Do you need anything else?

Or…

can it wait until I'm in my office?

[scoffs]

Your office? Your office. [chuckling]

I love the excitement.

Look at that.

I think whatever I have to say
can wait until I get into my office.

Great.

Well, you ladies, and gentleman,

you have a lovely breakfast.

We will.

And, Kimmie,

welcome to the family.

Mm-hmm.

She seems nice.

[Angel chuckles] Yeah.
She's f*cking beautiful.

Watch your mouth.

-What'd I say?
-Be respectful.

This b*tch think I'mma deal with
this bullshit. She got me f*cked up.

Where to, ma'am?

n*gga. If you don't know my schedule,
you need to get your a*s down the road.

-Sorry, ma'am, it's my first day.
-Oh, your first day? It's your first day?

Look at this face.
Does it look like I give a f*ck?

Your first day's gonna be your last.

Now, Jules gave you this job?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, look… look at me.

[sniffs] See…

[exhales sharply]

I am so tired of this sh*t.

Him sending these stupid-a*s n*gg*s

smelling like spices
and juices and berries.

Do me a favor.

Keep the windows down up front
and put your stupid head out the window,

and drive.

Yes, ma'am.

[trip-hop music playing]

You see me struggling. Watch my coat.

-Put your head out the window.
-[engine starts]

Hurry up, n*gga.

[suspenseful music builds]

[trip-hop music resumes]

[door opens]

[mouthing] Over here.

[van door shuts]

[exhales]

Come on, go, go, go.

Full force.

[Dustin] Come on.

-[whispers] All right. You coming, right?
-No, n*gga, I'mma be in the car.

-Somebody gotta keep a lookout.
-Are you serious? Come on, man.

-Just… Look, show them. They'll do it.
-sh*t.

-All right, let me show you where it's at.
-Go, go.

Look around. Go.

[tense music playing]

f*ck.

[tense music continues]

[whispering] All right, come on.

[dramatic sting]

[scoffs] You gonna show us
where that safe at.

[ominous music plays]

Get that b*tch-a*s n*gga.

Catch his a*s! Catch his a*s!

[Charles groaning] God!

There you go.

-Yeah, get that n*gga. Yeah, n*gga.
-[Charles grunting]

That's right.

Get him.

There you go. We gonna get that money.
Told you, n*gga.

[groans]

Oh sh*t.

[grunts]

Come on, get that n*gga. Come on.

Yeah.

-[Charles grunting]
-Yeah.

[groaning]

sh*t. Man.

[Charles grunting]

[groans]

-[panting]
-[Dustin] Come on. Go ahead, get him.

[robbers groaning]

[Dustin grunts]

[breathing heavily]

-[g*n firing]
-[trip-hop music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[Charles groaning]

[trip-hop music continues]

[music stops]

[tender instrumental music playing]

[music ends]