02x08 - Hold the Pleasantries

[bunniefuu]

[breathing heavily] f*ck!

f*ck.

-[tires screeching]
-[Charles] f*ck!

-[Jules] Officer Alex?
-[Trackson] Yeah.

So this is his work.

Make sure you tell him
where my loyalty is.

Sylvie, right?

-I'll show you how to ride if you want.
-Okay.

[all applauding]

[Kimmie] Uh, my name is Kimmie,

but you all will refer to me
as Mrs. Bellarie.

-[Varney] All shareholders are present.
-I want him to show me.

[Sylvie moaning]

Get off of her!

[screaming]

[screams]

[Sylvie shuddering] Oh my God!

Oh my God. Oh my God. [weeping]

-What the hell, Sylvie?
-Is he dead?

-I don't know!
-Is he dead?

sh*t, I don't know!
Who gives a f*ck? He was raping you!

You need to get your sh*t together.

[whimpering] He wasn't raping me.

[horses neighing]

He wasn't.

[sighs] Sylvie, what?

[clicks tongue]

-[shuddering] Sylvie.
-Oh my God.

[sighs] f*ck! Come on.

[breathing heavily] Oh.

sh*t.

-I can't look at him. I can't.
-Wake up!

-We need to call an ambulance!
-No! Sylvie, shut up!

What? Why not?

[sobbing] We can't call
nobody, okay? He's dead.

-sh*t.
-I can't… I can't do this.

-No, Sylvie. Sylvie!
-I can't do this! [sobbing]

[breathing heavily] sh*t!

Think. Think, Rain.

f*ck. Um…

f*ck.

-[horses neighing]
-[Rain panting]

[line ringing]

[Angel on voicemail]
Yo, leave a message at the beep.

[voicemail beeps]

Angel, where the f*ck are you?

Call me back now.

[uneasy music playing]

[grunts]

[groans]

[church bell tolling]

[speaking Italian] Welcome, Mr. Bellarie.

Hello.

How was your flight?

[scoffs] Long.

[doctor chuckles]

[pensive music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

How are you feeling?

[breathing heavily]

[in Italian] Not good.

[speaking Italian]

We will get you to feeling better.

I sure hope so.

Can you walk?

Yes, but I'm weak.

Yes, of course.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] This…

Yeah. f*ck. [groans]

[in Italian] We will
take good care of you.

[Horace sighs]

[speaking Italian] Did you get

all of my records?

Yes, we did.

Are you sure you can help me?

We will do our best. Okay?

Yes, thanks so much.

You're welcome, sir.

[speaking Italian]

[ambient city noise]

[cell phone ringing]

This is Officer Alex.

[shuddering] It's Rain.

-Okay.
-You can't talk right now?

Yeah, not really.

I got a, um… A situation here.

Oh yeah?

[Rain] A boy was raping Sylvie, and I…

I pushed him off
the… the second floor of the barn.

Ah, okay.

[Rain] Who you with? Officer Trackson?

Yep.

sh*t. [shuddering]

[Alex] So, uh, you got it put away?

Um…

I… I dragged him on the side of the barn.

Okay, um…

Yeah, I'll take a look at it
when I get back. It's all good.

[smacks lips] Who was it?

I don't know. It was some boy. Um…

He worked for Horace.

Oh.

Yeah, that's not good.

[Rain] What?

Yeah, it's his son.

Whose son?

[ominous music playing]

Jewelry.

What…

[tense music playing]

Jules?

[Alex] Yeah.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

[Alex] Nah, just…
But just hold it down till I get there.

Um, we can take care of it. No worries.

[shuddering] sh*t.

-Okay.
-Yeah, I'll call you later.

Wait, wait, wait.
I need to talk to Kimmie.

No, no. Not yet. Not yet.

sh*t. [inhales deeply]

[Alex] It's all good.
You got this. Talk to you later.

sh*t, Rain.

[inhales deeply]

Oh, f…

[knocking on door]

-Who is it?
-[Angel] It's Angel.

-No, it's not.
-[Angel] What?

Come on, Yolanda, open the door.

[tense music playing]

[gasps]

Angel.

[breathing heavily]

-I…
-What the hell?

-I… I thought you were dead. My…
-What?

My brother said that… Oh my God.

-That you got shot at the bus stop.
-I'm… I'm… I'm…

I'm not dead.

Why would he lie?

I mean, they… they shot at me,
but I'm good.

You sure?

Yes.

f*ck, Angel.

sh*t.

Are you upset?

Is this some game
y'all are playing or something?

No.

You're trying to get me to feel sympathy.

-That's not what's happening here.
-Yes, it is.

[sighs]

Why can't you just say you care?

'Cause you always cheatin'
with some b*tch.

Can you just be happy I'm alive and here?

Where you get these nice clothes from?

I went shopping.

I got some things for you and Junior.

Wanna go shopping with me?

Where'd the money come from?

Come on, girl.

You know I'm on the hustle.

Angel, you got shot behind this sh*t.

I didn't.

Well, you almost did.

Where'd the money come from?

Don't worry about it. Here. It's for you.

I don't want it.

-Yolanda, take the money.
-I don't want it.

I don't want you.
Come on, you gotta leave.

Why you being like this?

'Cause you came in here
scared to death last time.

You are not about to get me
and my baby k*lled.

Yolanda… [scoffs] I'm not
gonna get y'all k*lled, okay?

Get the f*ck out, Angel.

I'm not gonna tell you this again,
but I got a g*n.

What you doing with that?

Well, you scared
the sh*t out of me last time,

so I got a g*n for protection.

I don't need you no more.

Damn.

Don't make me get the g*n
and sh**t yo a*s.

You ain't got no f*cking g*n.

[suspenseful music playing]

I don't have what?

Can I at least see my son first?

You can't see sh*t.
Get the f*ck out, Angel.

I can't believe your a*s.

[door closes]

[sighs]

f*ck.

What the hell is taking so long?

I don't know.

Well, I'mma go find out.

Give it a second.

He can get pushed
out of a window in a second.

Would you, uh… be angry about that?

Actually, no.

I'll wait a second.

[upbeat music playing]

[Roy groans, sniffles]

Nice.

Masculine, but nice.

[knocking]

Come in.

Hi, my name's Marcy.
I'll be one of your assistants.

May I take your coat and purse, please?

[Kimmie] Thank you.

Thank you.

[Roy sighs]

Drinking on the job, I see.

[Roy sighs, grunts]

Hm. You know what?

Keep it up.

It'll make it easier for me to fire you.

[chuckles]

You can't f*cking fire me.

You wanna bet?

Look, I know
you feeling yourself right now,

but let me tell you one more time, b*tch,
you won't and can't fire me.

b*tch?

Did I stutter?

Who's a b*tch?

You a b*tch.

I know… I know you not talking about me.

I do think…

I'm gonna make you… my b*tch.

Your b*tch?

You ain't gonna do sh*t, Kimmie.

I have been spending

hours on hours with your father…

to learn exactly what I need
to do just that.

And by the way, he is better
in bed than you. Much better.

Apparently, he's…

better at everything.

So that, coupled with the fact
that you're impotent…

Oops. [scoffs]

I meant "incompetent."

But really, you could pick either one,
'cause they both apply.

…yo weak a*s just makes it
that much easier for me.

Hmm.

b*tch, I'm gonna make
your life a living hell.

Love the new you.
This confidence looks good on you.

You know that?

Keep talking sh*t.

'Cause you ain't gonna do a f*cking thing.

Careful.

There's windows all around this building,

with no balcony to catch you.

So you got jokes now? Hm.

This new Kimmie is, uh…

is different.

I'm not f*cking joking.

Hm.

-We shall see.
-[footsteps approaching]

We'll see what you do.

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

Did I say you can come in?

[Mallory] I'm sorry.

I came to tell you that we're waiting
in the conference room for you.

Step the f*ck out.

[dramatic music playing]

[Roy] Mm.

[scoffs] Pardon me?

What do you not understand
about "step the f*ck out"?

[tense music playing]

It's pretty simple.

Of course.

Of course.

[door opens]

[footsteps recede]

How long does this b*tch
expect me to wait for her?

Why don't you just sit here and relax?

You know I'm not doing this.

Olivia, just…

Perhaps I can go check for you.

Your hips may swing faster than mine,

but I am more of a man than you are.

[ominous music playing]

[Olivia chuckling]

[door opens]

-What the hell did you do to her?
-[door closes]

Sir?

Oh.

She tried to f*ck you.

Excuse me?

[chuckles]

Yeah. Yeah, she tried to f*ck you.

You know, if you turn her down,
you become her enemy.

You should've asked me.

But you should've tapped that a*s.

[chuckling]

Speaking of tapping asses…

Don't f*ck with me, Uncle.
I am not in the mood.

That's not what the men say.

Attorney Varney, I need to talk to you.

The meeting is getting ready--

Attorney Varney,
I need to talk to you now!

Charles.

[pensive music playing]

My office.

Now.

[music fades]

Are you gonna go see
what that b*tch wants?

The meeting is getting ready
to start, sir.

sh*t. This meeting
ain't hardly about to start.

She's in there stalling, my man.

I guarantee you
my brother told her to make us wait

just to f*ck with us.

They don't know what the f*ck they doing.

Well, as I said, I'm good here.

[pen scratching]

[Norman snickering]

You better go see
what that little b*tch wants.

What happened in there?

[Olivia] What is taking so long?

Do you not hear me talking to you, Jules?

-Yes, Miss Olivia.
-What is taking so long?

She wanted to talk to Roy.

Why?

I don't know.

Where are they?

In her office.

Her office?

Mr. Bellarie's office.

[chuckling] I am not dealing
with this sh*t.

I made you come in here…

'cause I wanted to tell you something.

[tense music playing]

I really am a nice, caring, loving person.

But all the sh*t that I've been through…

has made me a m*therf*cker.

And I owe you…

as a big part…

in the sh*t that…

not only happened to me…

but my sister.

And now…

every time I see you…

you trigger me.

And I said all this to say…

I promise…

you will regret the day…

that you've ever crossed me.

Hm.

Are you done?

[music intensifies]

I'm only beginning.

[scoffs]

You see…

Kimmie, the thing about a, uh…

a threat…

is you better be ready to back it up.

You damn sure better know I'm ready.

[door opens]

Excuse me.

I'm in a meeting right now.

Well, actually, dear,
the meeting is down the hall,

and we are all waiting for you.

And?

Excuse me?

I said I'm in a meeting right now.

Roy, go to the meeting.

[Kimmie] Roy, don't go anywhere.

I'm your boss.

Roy, go to the meeting now.

We're not done, Roy.

No, you're done now.

I have a lot to do today,

and I really don't have time
for this drama, young lady.

Now, you need to get to this meeting.

So you gonna try me too?

[scoffs] Um, I'm sorry.

We haven't officially met.

I'm Olivia.

And I know that you are new here,

but I am the original b*tch.

Now, the thing about the original b*tch

is that she is at the foundation.

And the thing about the foundation
is that it holds everything up.

So you see, if the foundation
shakes or gives way,

the entire building comes down.

You are making me unstable.

And in my mind, that is
a dangerous place to be, little girl.

Now, I promise you…

I know where all the bodies are buried.

And this new lifestyle
that you think you have

will be at your feet in ashes.

Now…

let's start this again.

I'm Olivia, and I'm here for a meeting.

So perhaps we should start now?

[laughing]

Hm? Something funny, dear?

Ah. [chuckling]

Yes, very much so.

-And what would that be?
-[sighs]

Mm. [chuckles]

[spluttering] So,
my husband, he… [chuckles]

…he told me all about you guys,

and he could have wrote
that monologue down to a T.

[chuckling] Thank you for that.

Thank me?

Yes, thank you.

I was just testing you, you see.

And so far,

all of you have been

just as predictable as my husband says.

Your husband?

My husband.

Mm. Careful, little girl.

Ah, yes.

Careful.

That's right.

[music stops]

Jules. Jules.

[ambient office noise]

Hey, I need to… I need to talk to you.

What is it?

[tense music playing]

I, um… I… I got a problem. Um…

You need to be in that meeting.

[whispering] This is serious.

More important than that meeting?

I need to know if I can trust you.

How long I been
taking care of this family?

And you gonna ask me that question?

Yes, and that's the problem.

Okay, what is it?

Okay, I, um…

Never mind.

Charles…

Never mind.

Charles.

[footsteps receding rapidly]

[footsteps slowly approaching]

What's that all about?

I don't know.

Usually, he's not
the drugged-up, paranoid one.

Yeah. [chuckles] I know which one that is.

Yeah, we all do.

Mrs. Bellarie.

Jules.

How are you?

I'm incredible.

Yes. I can see that.

After I'm done,
I wanna see you in my office.

Of course.

Long time coming.

Yes…

it is.

You know what?

Get the f*cking door for me.

Yes, ma'am.

[tense music building]

[Mallory] So…

So you just gonna ignore me?

-Charles, I am trying--
-You're being a little b*tch.

Not today, Charles.

-I needed you.
-Just like all the times I needed you.

Well… we are all here.

Let's do this.

[pensive music playing]

Man, you know this is some sh*t, right?

-Who you telling?
-[sighs]

I got money on Kimmie.

What?

-I don't know, man.
-Don't say no sh*t like that.

Jules already looking at you sideways.

You know this is all a game.

Yeah, I know, but sh*t, man.

Look, so who you got?

Not no damn Kimmie.

-[scoffs]
-Okay.

-Let's put a hundred on it.
-I'll take the old b*tch.

-Olivia?
-Hell yeah.

That's actually a good bet.

You know I'd f*ck her, right?

What?

[chuckling] Look at her. She fine as hell.

Damn. [scoffs]

-I've been trying to get her attention.
-You better try harder.

Ah, man, she ain't trying to holla at me.

I did not know you were into older women.

Yeah. For their money. [snickers]

[Alex sighs]

Is somebody gonna get this chair for me?

[tense music playing]

[Varney sighs]

Thank you.

So… welcome to the company.

We are so excited
to have you lead and join us.

Mr. Bellarie's asked us to prepare
the state of the company for you.

We did just that.
Would you like to start there?

Sure, let's do it.

Okay, great.

I think we can start with the vision
of the company for this…

I can see you. Uh, nod if you can hear me.

Great.

-Good.
-[Mallory] Let's do it.

We have a presentation…

Look, all that sh*t does--
Kimmie, it's just fluff and bullshit.

Tell 'em you wanna get down to business.

This is all fluff.

We need to get down to the real business.
Where are the financials?

[Horace chuckling] Damn.
That's what I was gonna tell you next.

Hello?

-Why did she hang up?
-[door opens]

[in Italian] Sir, we talked
about this and the use of your phone.

Yes, yes, I hear you.

[sighs]

[Mallory] Okay.

Well…

So we have a lawsuit
that doesn't look like it's gonna settle.

A Lena Norris Walton.

It looks like she's planning to file.

Well, let that b*tch file.

[Varney] Well, we'd like
to get her to settle if we can.

But she's not budging off of her numbers.

If she files, she loses her leverage.

The plaintiffs aren't concerned
about that, sir.

-They're more concerned with just--
-Well, I need to pay her a visit.

-I don't think that would be a good idea.
-Well, I think--

I need to see
all that she has on the company.

I also want to see all of the people.

The people?

Oh, you mean the plaintiffs.

Yes, them.

-And what are you gonna do?
-Roy.

[Roy] No, I wanna know.

Obviously, what none of you can.

-[chuckling] This m*therf*cker…
-This what?

What… What he's trying to say is that…

we've done all that we can do.

I don't think it'd be a good idea
to meet with her

without counsel being present.

Well, you're the counsel, right?

Yes, I am.

Then be present.

Okay, so what I'm gathering

is you all have run the company
down the damn toilet.

Yeah?

Let's see why.

So to start…

This ad campaign is old as sh*t.

-It's out of date.
-[Mallory] Mm.

I just finished it.
It's considered a classic.

[chuckling] What is this, the '80s?
It's out of date.

[Mallory] Mm.

You think it's out of date?
You have a better idea?

A few, actually.

[Mallory] You have a few ideas?

Then please, let us know.

If you don't mind.

I don't.

So right now, we have no online presence.

We're putting ad dollars
into some old Black radio station

when it's clear that radio
is not what it used to be.

So the ad dollars
should be way less than that.

We've been putting money
in that radio station for years.

Well, not anymore.

No, listen, I don't think
we should go past this.

Norman, right?

Yes.

Yes, Norman, we're not doing that anymore.

Listen, young lady, we have been doing--

Norman, I said we're not doing it anymore.

And we're also not giving any more
ad dollars to that funeral home.

Wait a minute.

That funeral home,
it's one of the oldest in the city.

I mean, they bury
Black people there, and they--

And they can keep burying
Black, yellow, white, I don't care.

But we're not putting any more
of our dollars there. You understand?

What the f*ck is she doing?

[Kimmie] What we're gonna do is

move 75% of that money
to Black online companies.

Which is mostly owned by white people.

Yes. But it'll increase
our visibility by 82%,

and that should generate
a lot more growth to the product.

It'll also save us $7.2 million a year.

We take that $22 million to pay off
this insurmountable debt

to the suppliers that you all have chosen,

who are charging us


That oversight is ridiculous.

Who… Who's responsible for that?
The CFO? Fire them.

I was on the phone with them earlier,

and I said you must come down
on the interest rate,

or we're taking our business
to another company, in China.

In China?

[chuckling] What? That's ridiculous.

Yes, China.

Their rates are discounted by 30%.

Now, if we did that for four years,

we'd reduce the company's debt
by about $18 million.

Now, since you guys have run the company
so far down into the ground,

if we're aggressive and cut
both expenses and expenditures

by 34% for just four years,

the company will be
completely debt-free in five.

That just leaves this lawsuit situation,
which I've already been looking into.

So… are we all clear on what we're doing?

[Olivia] Well, the funeral home,

-I think we just need to pause--
-Olivia.

Olivia.

It's Miss Olivia.

[scoffs] Olivia.

Uh, what is Yellow Smalls, LLC?

So disrespectful.

How in the hell would I know?

So you never heard of it? At all?

No, I have not.

Okay, we'll come back to that.

Norman.

Yes.

What is, um, Poker Stipend, LLC?

I don't know.

You sure?

What are you saying, young lady?

I'm asking questions, that's all.
Trying to get a feel for my first day.

-Attorney Varney.
-Yes.

Would it be possible for you to find out
who these companies belong to?

Well, I can, unless--

Unless they're shell companies
parked offshore.

[sinister music playing]

[clicks tongue] Yeah.

[Kimmie] Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Well, just get back to me on that, ASAP.

Absolutely.

Mm-hmm. Okay, well,
we have our marching orders.

Let's get to it.

My office, now.

[snaps fingers]

[Alex] Damn.

[Trackson] Looks like she won.

Yeah.

Look at all their faces.

sh*t, man, how'd you know?

Man, when we were driving here,

Kimmie was on the phone with a bunch
of folks asking all types of questions.

sh*t.

-Here's your hundred dollars.
-That's right.

Well, thank you, everyone.

-Varney, can I see you in my office?
-No, he needs to see all of us.

[Mallory] Miss Olivia.

-And I need to see him first.
-No, no, I need to see him too.

Okay.

-I'll wait for you in my office.
-Okay.

We… are waiting in your office.

[Varney] Yes?

What the hell is this LLC business?

I don't know.

sh*t.

But I can look into it.

Yeah, you do that.

I can make some calls
to find out who's who.

Is that legal?

Well…

No, it's not.

Well, then don't do it.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

-Sir, I work--
-m*therf*cker, you heard what I said.

[Olivia] Uh, he heard you, Norman.

He heard you,
and he wants to look into it.

Well, I don't know, Olivia.

Oh, he won't.

'Cause I know something
he doesn't want any of us to know.

[Norman] Well, what is it?

Let him talk about this sh*t,
and you'll see.

[Norman inhales deeply]

[Norman sighs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Charles, I don't wanna deal
with this sh*t.

I called you for help one time.

For what?

Think about it.
I never asked you for anything ever.

-Called you today 'cause I needed help.
-For what?

[tsks]

f*ck it, and f*ck you.

I'm on my own in this family.

[door opens]

[Jules grunts]

This is nice. Ah.

This looks good on you.

How are you?

Hm?

Okay, Kimmie.

[tense music playing]

Kimmie…

[groans]

Kimmie…

[moans]

[exhales]

Mrs. Bellarie.

I don't know why you h*s keep trying me.

There was a saying that I used to hear
all the time growing up…

that I never really understood

until now.

And what's that?

"It's no fun when the rabbit got the g*n."

[dramatic music playing]

That's how it goes?

And you're the rabbit?

Well, you surely not.

In this case… you're more like the hunter,

and I'm being hunted.

Yeah, that's it.

Look, I don't know
what you planning, Kimmie…

Mrs. Bellarie.

…but let me share a few things with you.

I don't need to know nothing
that you got to say.

I know all that I need to.

No, you don't.

Well, I know enough
to know that you and Norman

were the ones running the club
and trafficking all of us.

I don't know what you talking about.

Good. That's good.

Keep playing stupid.

Let me save you some time.

You know, I've been doing security
for this family for a very,

very long time.

And if you think I didn't take out
any insurance to protect my interests,

you would be wrong.

I got folders on everybody.

Hm.

Which means

I got this family by the ba*ls.

Which also means I got you by the ba*ls.

So…

you should enjoy all this.

I mean, go behind your seat,
sit back, play big girl.

But don't come for me and mines.

'Cause I will make it nasty.

And you know just how f*cking nasty
I can make it.

Well, you see, Jules…

the difference is…

I don't care.

This sh*t, all this sh*t?

This sh*t don't mean nothing to me.

[dramatic whoosh]

I'm the type of b*tch

that'll burn the house down

with me in it

just to get to a m*therf*cker
that's my enemy.

Choose wisely.

The choice has already been made.

Hmm.

How's Delinda?

I don't know. You tell me.

How's Body?

Oh, that's right, she's in the hospital.
Oh, no, no, no.

She's dead.

See, it'd be a bad thing

if that investigation was opened again.

[clears throat]

Hello?

Hi! [chuckles]

This is Mrs. Bellarie.

No, the other one. Horace's wife.

Uh-huh. Mm.

He forgot to tell you. Men. [chuckles]

Oh.

Ye--

Yeah. I would love
to come over for dinner.

You know, Jules spends
so much time here with us.

I'd love to get to know
you and his beautiful daughter more.

What?

You never told me
you had a son that was in college

from a previous marriage.

No, he left that out. [chuckles]

Yes, absolutely. Here he goes.

It's your wife.

Hello?

Hey, honey. Yes, yes.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, of course.

Of course we'll have her over for dinner.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

-I'll get you her number when I get home.
-She has it.

Oh, really? This morning?

Okay.

All right.

I love you too.

Bye.

[phone clatters]

So you and Angel wanna threaten my family.

You threatened mine.

My son and my daughter
mean everything to me.

[scoffs] And apparently your outstanding
reputation in the community, I guess.

Kimmie.

Do I need to slap
the sh*t out of you again?

You can come after me,
but not my children.

You came after my sister.

That was Body.

And she was your bottom b*tch.

Take some responsibility, for once.

I'm telling you, don't come after my kids.

Jules, we all are somebody's kids.

You have been warned.

And I've warned you.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[upbeat techno playing]

Yeah, I'll take these.

Take that too.

Excuse me.

[sucks teeth]

Oh yeah, I like this one.

[cell phone ringing]

-Hello?
-[Rain] Angel.

-Yeah.
-[Rain] Where the f*ck are you?

[Angel] I'm shopping.

[Rain] You left her by herself?

[tsks] Man, she was being a little b*tch.

-[Rain] Get back here now.
-What happened?

[Rain] I need you back here. This is bad.

What is it?

[Rain] Just hurry and get back here.

Rain, what the hell is going on?

sh*t.

Can you make this quick?
I gotta get out of here.

And give me these too.

And this one.

Damn, I like these.

Give me these too.

Hurry up!

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

[Horace] I missed your call.
Uh, I was asleep.

Oh, you're good. Um…

You feeling okay?

[Horace] I don't know
if this sh*t is working…

[chuckling] …or if I'm just hyped up
on natural herbs and sh*t.

[chuckling] Well, maybe it's working.

[Horace] Maybe.

So what the hell happened?

They saw I was on the phone,

and I didn't want them to think
that I needed you.

[Horace] Well, clearly you didn't.

No, I didn't.

[Horace] What were… What were
these LLCs you were talking about?

Oh, so Norman and Olivia
have shell companies.

They're parked offshore,

and they're getting
all the kickback from advertising.

-[Horace] Is that so?
-Yeah.

[Horace] How did you know that?

So I used to work in this finance job,
and I learned a lot of sh*t there.

But I still know some h*s
that work in the records room.

For a couple hundred bucks, they gave me
all the backdoor information I wanted.

[Horace] That's pretty good.

[Kimmie] Yeah.

You don't sound surprised
about the kickbacks.

[Horace] Because I already
knew about them.

I've been adding this up for years.

I was just waiting for the right time
to let them know that,

but you already did.

Why would… Why would you wait?

[Horace] Kimmie, timing is everything.

When I hit them with this,
they're gonna be so in debt to the company

that I will charge them interest.

They would have to forge
their shares, but…

I'm sorry, Horace.

[Horace] No, no.
Uh, I underestimated you in some ways,

but I'm glad you're on it.

Thank you.

[Horace] So was it
as good for you as it was for me?

More.

[both chuckle]

[Horace] Tell me all about it.

How much time you got? [chuckles]

[Horace] Well, I'm just lying here
waiting to die, so uh, go on, tell me.

-I had them shook, okay?
-[Horace chuckling]

They were all running scared.

When I walked in, their faces? Oh!

-[Horace] Oh, go on. Go on.
-Okay, so when I walked in…

[somber music playing]

Hello, ma'am.

-Hey.
-I'll take that.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-I trust you had a great day?
-Yeah, it was fine.

Uh…

Where… Where is everybody?

Well, Miss Sylvie is up napping,

Mr. Angel's out shopping,
and Rain is in the stables.

Oh, okay. All right.
I'm gonna change my shoes and go find her.

I can get them for you, ma'am.
Which would you like?

Um, I'll get them,
but you can put that in the office.

-Thank you.
-Yes, ma'am.

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

Oh sh*t.

[muttering]

Rain.

-[Rain] Hey.
-What's going on?

-Look.
-Oh sh*t.

-Is he dead?
-[shuddering] I think so.

Look at him.

Rain… he's not dead.

-Uh, sh*t. Well, what do we do?
-We gotta get him some help.

Who we gonna call? That's--

Look, look, look, it's okay.
We can say he fell off one of the horses.

Nobody gonna believe that sh*t.
And he saw me do it.

He's not gonna remember that.

You think I wanna take that chance?

Look, didn't you say he was raping Sylvie?

I thought he was, but I don't know.

Look, just go to the main house.

I'll call Whitman
and tell him I found him.

You sure?

Didn't I let your girl go?

Let me help you.

[sighs]

[Kimmie] Rain, where you at?

[Rain] sh*t.

Rain.

Hey--

[dramatic sting]

What… What the hell happened?

Who is that?

Rain, who is it?

-[shuddering] Kimmie…
-Just let me take care of this.

Who is he?

It's Glen.

And what happened to Glen?

-Take Kimmie to the main house.
-No, I wanna know what's going on.

-Take her to the house.
-I'mma tell you.

-Tell me now!
-Come on.

[Kimmie scowls]

Charles.

Charles.

[sighs]

Every time I come over here, he in there
with a n*gga and some sex toys.

[buzzing in distance]

[exhales]

sh*t.

[chainsaw whirring]

[dramatic sting]

[spluttering] Charles,
what the f*ck are you doing?

I can't-- f*ck. sh*t.

[dramatic music playing]

[retching]

[groaning]

[coughing]

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

[panting]

[both panting]

Charles.

sh*t.

[tense music playing]

Y'all wouldn't help me, so…

-[groans]
-What… What…

What the f*ck are you doing?

Look, I had to, all right?

Charles, who is that?

[Charles sighs]

It's that stripper that tried to rob me.

[huffing]

Man, what was you thinking?

Huh?

Look, I had to, all right?
I can't… I can't have a felony.

Charles, if they were gonna rob you,
all you had to do was call somebody.

No, it don't matter. It don't matter.

All the drugs we was doing…

Plus, if they saw us at the club,
they would know it was me.

-I tried to get you to help me.
-I tr--

n*gga, I can't help…
I can't… I can't help you with this.

I can't help you.
I can't be a part of this.

What the f*ck? You…

Charles, this is all you. I can't do this.

Oh sh*t. sh*t.

Well, sh*t, I don't trust Jules, so…

So you f*cking cut people?

-[retching]
-Oh sh*t. sh*t.

[suspenseful music building]

Police! Get down!

Get down!

Get them the f*ck down!

Get the f*ck down.

Get down, m*therf*cker!

[grunting]

[groaning]

Get the f*ck down.

["I Against I" by Bad Brains playing]

♪ In the quest for the test
To fulfill an achievement ♪

♪ Everybody's only in it for themselves ♪

♪ When the fact of the matter is
They just don't care ♪

♪ To extend a helping hand
To anyone else ♪

♪ So tell me why did you have to lie ♪

♪ And try to make me all confused
About the USA ♪

♪ When the fact of the matter is
You just don't care ♪

♪ To comprehend or understand
A single word I say ♪

♪ I don't want to have I go against I ♪

♪ I don't want to have I go against I ♪

♪ Well, let me tell you ♪

♪ The same old story, no factual glory ♪

♪ I against I against
I against I against ♪

♪ And I say I don't like it
And I know I don't want it ♪

♪ I against I against
I against I against I against ♪

♪ Almighty watching
Almighty watching ♪

♪ I against I against
I against I against I ♪

♪ And I say I don't like it
And I know I don't want it ♪

♪ I against I against
I against I against ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ I said who's gonna tell the youth
About the drugs ♪

♪ About the drugs, mugs, bugs
And the police th*gs ♪

♪ About the rotten, stinkin' rackets
And the fantasies ♪

♪ Around the nation
Around the nation ♪

♪ Oh, what you gonna do? ♪

♪ I tell you the truth
Is looking straight at you ♪

♪ Oh baby, baby, what you gonna do? ♪

♪ I tell you the truth
Is looking straight at you ♪

[music ends]