02x12 - Flames of Fury

[bunniefuu]

-If we don't have the money by Friday…
-[weeping]

[screaming]

We big ballin' in this b*tch, man.

I'm buyin', baby.

Cancel Angel's card right now.

And you can't give me money
for rent and food, Angel?

-I'll call you later.
-Oh, you f*cking think so?

-Yo, get the f*ck off me!
-f*ck you!

This could be mine?

It could be all yours.

I gave him everything.

I will not be embarrassed.

[tires screeching]

You wanna dance with the devil?

I'm the devil, b*tch!

[club music playing]

-[g*ns firing]
-[all screaming]

[b*ll*ts ricocheting]

[morose music playing]

[cell phone ringing]

[man] Answer the f*cking phone.

sh*t.

sh*t.

[shuddering] Hello?

So do you think
I'm something to play with?

What?

I said, do you think I'm somethin'
to f*ck' play with?

No, no, no, no, no, I don't.

Let that b*tch you're with go.

[breathing heavily]

[shuddering] I'm sorry, man.

-Thirty-nine thousand dollars.
-[Angel] What?

That's what you just spent in that club.

I was tryna have a good time--

-[Horace] Get yo a*s to my house.
-Okay, okay, okay.

I'm gonna call you in 36 minutes,

and if you're not in that house…

I'll be there! I'll be there!

[sinister music playing]

[sirens wailing]

No, no, no!

f*ck, Yolanda!

f*ck.

[cell phone ringing]

[Rain tsks] sh*t.

-What?
-It's Angel.

-Hello?
-[Angel] Rain!

What?

He… He shot up the club.

-[Rain] Who?
-Horace!

-What?
-[Angel] Look, where you at?

You have to come get me now! Come on!

What do you mean Horace shot up the club?

Just what I said! sh*t!

[chuckling] What?

Look, you have to come get me!
They messed my f*cking car up!

We almost to the house now.

This n*gga gave me 30 minutes
to get there! Hurry up!

Angel, I don't know
what you want me to say.

[Angel] Oh, Rain, he shot up the club
'cause I was in there!

Rain, please hurry up
and come get me, please!

Alex, can you turn around
and go get Angel from the club?

[spluttering] Wh… Where you at?
Where you at?

[chuckles] Just don't worry,
we're on the way.

All right, I'mma start running your way.

[Rain] Running?

Yes, running.

[helicopter blades whirring]

sh*t.

What the hell happened?

He said the club got shot up.

Yeah. I heard that,
but he said Horace did it?

Right. Ain't that n*gga in Italy?

Right. You gotta explain this to me.

What?

What? If you got something
to say, spit it out.

He pissed him off, huh?

What does that mean?

He pissed him off and made him jealous.

I ain't saying sh*t.

Well, you don't have to say anything.

I'm startin' to put the pieces together.

Well…

[haunting music playing]

[music fades]

Come in.

-Damn, papi, this is so nice.
-[Varney chuckles]

Thanks for having me.

Yeah.

What do you want to drink?

I actually…

I want you.

[chuckles]

I said I want you.

sh*t.

Who the f*ck is this?

Somebody who's not supposed to be here.

You can leave.

No.

He's not going nowhere.

You can leave.

I bet I can make him leave.

Charles…

Now you know how you are
about your neighbors. Don't do this.

[exhales] sh*t.

Stop touching this m*therf*cker.

Charles…

If you don't stop touching him,
you know what I will do.

Now move your hand, b*tch.

[scoffs]

Charles.

Varney.

Why don't we talk about this outside?

Oh, you've been drinkin',
haven't you? [chuckling]

Charles, don't make me
put you out of my house.

-[Charles tsks]
-[cell phone ringing]

Put me out then.

Hold on. Hello?

[Olivia] Charles.

Mama, I'm in the middle
of something, okay?

[Olivia sobbing] Charles,
I need you to help me.

-Wait, Mama, what's wrong?
-[spluttering] I need…

I need you to get me to the hospital!

Okay, okay, but what… what's wrong?

Just hurry up, Charles, please!

Okay. All right, I'm on the way.
I'm on the way.

[tense music playing]

Let's go.

Okay, he need to leave.

Charles, go see about your mama.

Oh, you don't care
that my mother's in pain?

No. She's your mother,

and she called you.

Okay, but you need to come with me.

Charles…

get out of my house.

It's the last time I'm telling you.

-No, I'm not done. Give me a kiss.
-Get the f*ck out!

-Whoa, Varney! Varney, put me down!
-Get the f*ck out!

-Varney, put me down!
-[Varney] Shut up.

Varney, put me down!

f*ck you, n*gga! Yeah!

[door closes]

f*ck.

[panting]

-Should I leave? I--
-Shut up.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean--

Shut up and just take your clothes off.

[enigmatic music playing]

Come here.

[suspenseful music playing]

[dogs barking]

[tires screech]

Drive, drive, drive!

Drive, b*tch!

-What happened?
-I told you already.

Just like that?

He was trying to call me,
and I didn't even realize he was…

Yo, what the f*ck are you looking at?

Angel!

Man, just hurry up and drive.
I have to get to the house.

Hurry up, Alex.

n*gga, why are you driving so slow?

Alex.

I got it.

Well, go!

n*gga, chill.

[engine accelerates]

[Charles] Ma.

[Olivia sobbing]

Charles, Charles! I need you to help me.

Mama, Mama, Mama. What happened?

Wait, wait, wait, what happened?

[crying] Charles, help me.
You need to get me to the hospital!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
What happened? What happened?

Man, I fell.

Wait, wait, stay there.
Stay there. Let me see.

Let me see. Let me see.

No, no. I… I think I broke my leg.

-Let me see.
-No, no!

Come on, I just need you
to get me to a hospital!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Oh, come on, Charles.

All right, all right. Okay.

-Come on. Come on.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-[Charles] Come on.

-Come on. Come on.
-[Olivia sobbing]

-[Charles] I got you.
-Okay.

-All right.
-I got you.

-Okay, all right.
-[wailing]

[Charles] Okay, all right.

-Okay, all right.
-And, Charles…

And get… get that bottle!

[Charles] Oh, I got… I got-- All right.
I got liquor in the-- Okay.

-And, Charles, get my purse!
-Okay, okay.

I'll… I'll get it.
I'll get it, I'll get it. Okay.

-And get my… get my coat.
-Yeah, I'mma get it.

-Get my coat.
-I'mma get it, I'mma get it, I'mma get it.

Hurry up!

Angel, relax! We're almost there!

-We just turned on the private road.
-This n*gga's doing this on purpose, yo.

[Alex sighs]

-Is that a fire?
-[Alex] sh*t!

-[Angel] Don't stop!
-The house is on fire.

-I said don't f*cking stop!
-The house is on fire!

Whose house is that?

That's Roy and Mallory's.

-sh*t!
-[Rain] Alex!

Alex, where you going?!

What the f*ck?

[Angel] What the f*ck is he doing?

sh*t, move.

-Really, Angel?
-I gotta f*cking go.

[tires screech]

Help!

sh*t.

[Felicia screaming]

[Rain] Is somebody screaming?

Oh f*ck!

Mrs. Bellarie!

[smoke alarms beeping]

Mrs. Bellarie!
We gotta get you out of here.

Come on, come on.
We gotta get you out of here.

Oh sh*t.

Watch your step. Watch your step. sh*t.

You okay? [coughing]

Get off me. sh*t.

-I'm fine. f*ck.
-[Rain] What the hell?

She was just sittin' there.

Crazy a*s. Girl, you could've died.

-You know what? f*ck this m*therf*cker!
-Mrs. Bellarie!

-You got me f*cked up, b*tch!
-Mrs. Bellarie!

-Help me get--
-You got me f*cked up!

If the b*tch wanna die by fire, let her.

Burn, m*therf*cker!

Get your f*cking hands off me! sh*t!

-[Felicia screaming]
-Is somebody screamin'?

-Who is that?
-You better not save that m*therf*cker!

-Who's in there?
-Let him burn, b*tch!

-You know what? f*ck this.
-Rain, watch her. Rain!

If you go in there, you gonna burn
by yourself. I ain't coming to save you.

[Mallory] sh*t.

[Rain] Rich people so stupid.

[Felicia screaming]

-sh*t!
-[Roy] Help!

[Alex] Hello?

Roy!

sh*t.

Oh sh*t!

sh*t!

Miss… Miss, miss, miss, come on.

-Mr. Bellarie, come on.
-[Roy groans]

[Felicia crying and coughing]

[Felicia] What the f*ck?

[coughing and wheezing]

[coughing heavily]

Mr. Bellarie.

[coughing]

Mr. Bellarie, come on.

Sir, sir, sir?

[coughing]

Anybody else in there?

Nah.

-Mr. Bellarie?
-[Roy] Nah.

Are you all right? Mr. Bellarie?

You coughing, b*tch?
Can you breathe, b*tch?

[Alex] Mr. Bellarie.

Can you breathe? You coughing, huh?
You coughing?

You just push me and push me.
You think I'mma take this sh*t?

m*therf*cker!
Now look at you, m*therf*cker, huh?

Now what you gonna do?

What you gonna do?

[sirens wailing]

They got me f*cked up!

-Just calm down.
-Now look what--

It's cold. Let me give you my jacket.

I'm hotter than a m*therf*cker.
I don't need your jacket.

-[Roy] Where the f*ck you going?
-Where you think I'm going, b*tch?

Where you live?

Where do you live?

[clock ticking]

[distant sirens wailing]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[Horace] So you want
to play me for a fool.

No. No, I don't.

[Horace] Oh yeah.
You think I'm a f*cking fool.

[shuddering] No, I… I'm sorry, okay?

[Horace] You just gonna go to the club,
take all my generosity,

and spread it around on those b*tches.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait!

sh*t!

f*ck, man!

[unsettling music playing]

[line ringing]

[Horace] This is Horace Bellarie.
Please leave a message.

Horace, I…

Please call me back, okay? I'm…

I wanna talk to you, okay?

[chuckling]

You done messed up now.

This sh*t isn't funny.

This n*gga wants to k*ll me,
you over there laughing and sh*t.

No sympathy, yo.

-Did I hear sirens?
-[Rain] Yeah.

What's goin' on?

Roy and Mallory's house is on fire.

What?!

Yeah.

Is it bad?

I think that b*tch did it.

She was just sitting there in the flames.

What b*tch?

Mallory?

Your favorite.

[both laughing]

-And Roy a*s was screaming for help--
-Shh!

Screaming for help, girl.

I would have paid to see that sh*t. No!

Nah, but guess who he was in there with.

Felicia, from the club.

-Ooh, hell no.
-[Rain chuckling]

-She should've burned his a*s up for that.
-[Rain chuckles]

Not ratchet-a*s Miami from the club.

-[both laughing]
-[Angel] Shh!

-n*gga, who the f*ck you talkin' to?
-[line ringing]

[shuddering] Horace,
please call me back, okay? Please.

Why he beggin' like a b*tch
who got her heart broke? [chuckles]

Angel, would you like to tell
Mrs. Bellarie what happened?

No, I wouldn't.

Well, somebody tell me. It's late.

Girl, the sun about to come up.

I told you his a*s
was ballin' out of control.

Stupid a*s, spending all that money,
posting on social media.

Horace saw that sh*t.

Mm-hmm. Had somebody sh**t the club up.

Angel.

I told you.

[Rain] I told you too.

[Kimmie] So what happened?

Horace had some n*gg*s sh**t up the club.

They just shot it up while I was in there.

You must really be upset,

'cause your voice is…
[mimics] shaking like a billy goat.

[both laughing]

Y'all think this is a joke?

It's not a joke, okay?
This n*gga's gonna k*ll me.

How you know it was Horace?

How do I… Because a n*gga leaned over

and put a g*n to my head
and told me answer the phone,

I answered, and it was Horace.

Damn.

Well, yeah. Yep, that was Horace.

[exhales]

This n*gga's gonna k*ll me.

Chile, if he wanted you dead,
you'd be dead.

Good night.

Wait so… so you don't think
he's gonna k*ll me?

Angel, I'm about to get dressed.
I gotta go to work.

Already?

Yes. Somebody in this house
gotta go to work.

Damn.

And make sure Sylvie don't sleep too long.

-All right.
-[Kimmie] All right.

[voice cracking] This n*gga's evil.

[chuckling]

I can't with you.

I told yo a*s. You don't listen.

Shut up.

[line ringing]

[voice shaking] Hey,
I'm… I'm so, so sorry.

[mimics goat bleat]

[shuddering] Please call me back, okay?

[mimicking goat] Please!

-[shakily] Please.
-[mimicking goat] Please!

Rain, shut the f*ck up!

Okay, I will.

I'm going to… [mimicking goat] …bed.

[Rain laughing]

[pensive music playing]

[distant sirens wailing]

[Olivia whimpering]

Hey, we need some help.

I'm sorry, this is a private hospital.

That we helped build.

-I'm sorry, Mr. Bellarie.
-Right.

-What's going on?
-[sighs] My mother's in pain.

I'm so sorry.

[sobbing] I need help.

What seems to be the issue?

Don't you see I'm in pain?

-Yes.
-Then that's the f*cking issue, b*tch!

-[whimpering] Oh, God!
-Yes, of course.

I'm sorry. Let me take a look.

Ow! b*tch, if you touch me again,

I'mma take my one good foot
and put it up your a*s!

Do you have an M or D behind your name?

Answer me!

No, ma'am. I'm the RN.

That means you an L-M-N-O-P!
Now get me a doctor!

A white one, an Indian one, I don't care!

Just, dear God,
get me a doctor! [grunting]

Let's get her over to the imaging room
and do some x-rays.

Mom, you want me to come with you?

-You can wait here. We'll be right back.
-Charles! Charles!

-Charles! [crying]
-Let's go. Let's take her to Imaging.

Oh, God. Hurry up!

Okay, ma'am.

[Olivia screaming] I need a doctor!

Oh my God, hurry up!

Why you going so f*cking slow?

-[nurse] Okay, ma'am. Okay.
-[Olivia] No, get me a doctor!

-Somebody help me! Oh my God!
-[door closes]

[Olivia] Help me!

[indistinct PA announcement]

[breathes deeply]

[line ringing]

[Varney] You've reached Attorney Varney.
Leave a message.

Oh, you don't wanna answer me, Varney?

[clicks tongue]

Okay.

[breathes deeply]

[tense music playing]

What the f--

[clears throat]

[sighs]

[Alex] Watch your step.

[thunder rumbling]

Watch your step.

[sighs] sh*t.

Uh, the sheets are clean on the bed.

Make yourself comfortable.

No, thank you.

Can I get you somethin' to--

You know I didn't come here to sleep.

Right?

What do you mean?

I came here to f*ck you.

-Ma'am, that's…
-That's what?

That's complicated.

Do you want to or not?

-Yeah. Uh…
-Hmm?

Then why are you so nervous?

-I'm…
-[fly unzips]

-I'm not. Ma'am, I just… It's just--
-[footsteps approaching]

-[shushes]
-What the f*ck are you doing here?

-If you don't get yo a*s out of here--
-What the f*ck?

-If you don't get yo a*s out of here--
-You can do it, but I can't?

-You can but I can't?
-[coughs]

Cough, b*tch.
I hope you have smoke inhalation.

Cough, b*tch.

Can you breathe?

-[panting]
-The f*ck are you doing here?

-b*tch, if you don't get yo a*s--
-Sorry, sir.

I'm not f*cking talking to you.

-Sir, can I say something?
-You can't say sh*t, b*tch.

[Mallory] Why the f*ck can't he?

You really locked the doors
and set the f*cking house on fire?

I sure did. I sure did.
I sure the f*ck did.

-So you trying to k*ll me now?
-You damn right.

Now what would you have done… [panting]

-Sir… Ma'am--
-…if you f*cking did k*ll me?

-[Roy] What the f*ck?
-Ma'am, ma'am!

-Look at that sh*t.
-What the f*ck?

Ma'am, ma'am.

-Sir.
-[chuckling]

-See what the f*ck you have me doin'?
-[Roy chuckling]

-Don't f*ck with me, Roy.
-Sir. Sir.

Ma'am. Ma'am, please.

-Just…
-Don't f*ck with me, Roy.

[sinister music playing]

-Go get your weave fixed, b*tch.
-It's not a weave, b*tch.

Uh-huh.

-And what the f*ck you doing, huh?
-Sir.

-Hm?
-Nothing, sir.

-[sighs]
-[door opens]

[chuckles]

[door closes]

[laughs]

[sighs]

That b*tch really just tried to k*ll me.

Yeah, I think she did.

Hey, hey, hey. Let me tell you somethin'.

If I wanted your opinion,
I would ask for it, okay?

You traitor-a*s m*therf*cker.
I don't even know what's gotten into you.

I'm sorry, sir.

Yeah, whatever.

[thunder rumbling]

[birds chirping]

What?

Nothing, ma'am.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I just wanted to see
if you needed anything.

[tense music playing]

I can feel you judging me.

No, that's… That's not it at all, ma'am.

No judgment.

I can actually help you if you'd like.

Help me do what?

Well, I could teach you
the proper etiquette for your cutlery.

So you are judging me.

No, ma'am. Just… Just trying to help.

Help?

Well, this family
can be quite hard on newcomers.

I appreciate you trying to help me,

but I got this sh*t.

Yes, ma'am.

Let me ask you somethin'.

What's your job exactly?

To serve at the pleasure of the Bellaries.

Okay.

And… And I'm a Bellarie, right?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Right.

Well…

this Bellarie
would like to have the pleasure…

of your a*s getting lost.

Yes, ma'am.

m*therf*cker.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

This is Varney.

[Kimmie] I called you late last night.

Yeah. I was out.

Let me ask you something, Varney.

If Horace called you, how long
would it take you to call him back?

I never have to return his phone call.

Then I expect the same damn courtesy.

We clear?

[Varney] Sorry, ma'am.

I'll do better.

I need to know if the will is done.

It should be done today.

"Should be" is not done.

[Varney] I'll make sure
it gets done today.

And Rain and my sister will be protected?

-Yeah, for sure.
-[Kimmie] I'm on my way to the office.

I wanna see you as soon as I walk in
to make sure we're clear about this.

Yes, ma'am. I'll be there.

b*tch.

-[Evan] Hey, papi.
-Hey.

[exhales]

-How are you?
-[sighs]

Good.

[exhales sharply]

Hey.

You gotta go. I gotta go to work.

Oh. Okay, yeah.

But I wanna see you later.

For real?

Of course.

You and your sister.

Oh yeah. The help, right.

You sound so disappointed.
That's what you wanted, right?

Yeah.

Okay, so I'll see you
and your sister later,

and give you the help you need.

Okay, but…

I was just thinking…

-I thought last night--
-Ah. Uh-uh.

Don't do that.

All right?

The guy from last night was cute. He--

Don't do that.

[pensive music playing]

-Okay, well…
-Let's just stay here.

Thank you.

Of course.

Listen…

for what it's worth…

I want you to lay low with your sister.

Right? Until we figure this out.

-Yeah, okay.
-Okay.

So I left you some cash
on the table over there.

-We don't need the money.
-No.

n*gga, you need the money.

No, I told you Rain
gave her some money. We're good.

All right, listen, I'm gonna make sure
that you good. Take the cash.

We are okay.

Well, I'mma talk to you later, okay?

I think I got a plan
that's gonna help you.

-Okay.
-All right.

-Come here.
-Thank you.

Now get out my house.

[Evan chuckles]

[birds chirping]

[horses nickering]

Ma'am. I'm sorry about the car today.

The SUV was taken last night.

Stolen?

No. Mrs. Bellarie took it.

[scoffs]

What, did their truck
burn up or something?

No, she just drove off in it.

I see.

[enigmatic music playing]

[horses neighing]

-Aw, damn, here come this n*gga.
-[door closes]

What the hell you doing in here?

Who told you I was here?

[chuckling]

Come on, you know I know everything.

Well, get out.

So you wanna talk about it?

About what?

About why you in here.

I'm fine.

Who told you you could sit on my bed?

[exhales]

I'm fine.

Your leg is broke.

n*gga, do you know what HIPAA law is?

Not in the hospital
where we paid for half of this sh*t.

sh*t, I should sue they asses.

[chuckling] You ain't gonna get sh*t.

I should still sue.

Maybe if you pay
your gambling debts on time…

What debts?

How much do you owe?

[scoffs]

Why… Why you gotta come in here
with all that bullshit, Norman?

Will you just leave?

Look, you don't get your leg
broke like that

from falling down.

That's a sledge break, right on the bone.

Now, come on, tell me,

how much do you owe?

You know, I know people that know people.

You don't know sh*t I don't know.

Okay.

Okay, fine.

Why would you wanna help me anyway?

See, like I told you,

the enemy of my enemy

is my friend.

Now, come on, tell me. Let me help you.

I don't trust you,

and I don't like you.

All right.

I hope you get your other leg broke.

'Cause, you know,
you losing shares as we speak.

And how is that?

You didn't get the notice today?

What are you talking about now?

Kimmie did exactly
what she said she was gonna do.

All of our side hustles is gone.

The radio station, liquor stores,
etcetera, etcetera, all gone.

You know how much that is?

Three, four hundred thousand a quarter.

Now…

the enemy of my enemy

is my friend.

I'm just gonna have to pay her a visit.

You know, a hard head makes a soft a*s.

sh*t.

She cut me back?

Way back.

[door opens and closes]

sh*t!

[line ringing]

Hello?

[Giovanni] Who is this?

It's Rain. We talked last night.

[Giovanni] Oh, okay.
You… You got the money for the club?

Yeah, I got it.

[Giovanni] All right. Well, let's do it.

Where you wanna meet?

[Giovanni] Um, I'm just getting up.
You tell me where.

I know this law firm
off of Mims and Watts.

It's on the corner. We can meet there.

[Giovanni] Uh… Ok-- Okay.

-All right. You okay?
-[Giovanni sniffling]

[Giovanni] Yeah.
You got the money, right?

I told you, I got it.

I'll see you soon.

[Giovanni] Yeah.

[tense music playing]

[Angel] f*ck.

[Angel muttering]

Where the hell is the car?

[chuckles] I'm surprised you up.

[yelling] sh*t, how can I sleep
after what he did?

First of all, why are you yelling?

You need to learn your audience.

What are you saying?

That man is an old-school pimp, okay?

-You can't play them type of games.
-Yeah, I see that.

I tried to warn you. You don't listen.

You didn't tell me
he was gonna do that sh*t.

[groans] n*gga, you are ruining my zen.
Do you see how I'm dressed?

[shuddering] This sh*t is crazy, yo.

Has he called you?

[voice shaking] No. No.

Well, you need to think of something.

Well, what should I say?

[scoffs] Angel…

You know I'm not into this sh*t.

I don't know what to say
to this m*therf*cker.

You knew what to say to me and Kimmie
to get us to take drugs on a plane.

Y'all females. It's easy to play y'all.
I don't know… I do that all--

Nah, keep talking, n*gga.

Look, I don't know what to say
to this old-a*s n*gga.

Well, what would you say
to your baby mama?

That sh*t isn't gonna work.

This is a man, okay? Totally different.

Well, I'm running out of options. sh*t.

[cell phone ringing]

-sh*t.
-[gasps]

Oh my God, is that him?

[ominous music playing]

-Really, Rain?
-Put it on speaker. Let me hear.

[Angel] Hello?

I see you've learned to answer your phone.

I… I tried calling you a few times.

Yeah, yeah, because you… you were scared.

[Angel] No.

You weren't?

I… I am, but I… I wanted to talk to you.

We got nothin' to talk about.

[Angel] Okay, well, can you
just listen to me for a second, please?

You and I never talked about
what we had, right?

So I didn't know
what I could and I couldn't do.

So you go and do that.

I didn't know
I was doing anything wrong, okay?

I'm… I'm young and I'm stupid.

[Horace] Yes, you are.

It won't happen again.

What about all of my damn money?

I'll, uh…

I'll… I'll make it up to you.

And how you gonna do that?

I'll, uh…

I'll, uh, I'll let you do whatever
you want to me, okay? Whatever.

You're scared I'mma
throw you out to the wolves.

[Angel] No, Horace, please.

You know me.
You know how much you like me.

n*gga, I already told you.
I can get 50 more of you.

Okay, but there's none like me, a'ight?

I'll… I'll make it up to you.

[shuddering] I swear
I'll do whatever you ask, okay?

[sinister music playing]

Hello?

Yo, stop that sh*t, okay? He hung up!

f*ck.

[chuckling] That was weak as hell.

That n*gga's gonna k*ll me!

You'll be all right.
Just think of something.

What the f*ck you mean
"think of something"? Really?

Oh. There's my car. I'm meeting Giovanni.
You'll figure it out.

You're gonna leave me here?

You'll be okay. You a grown-a*s man.

And don't leave either.

sh*t!

Watch Sylvie. I mean it.

All right, whatever.

-I mean it this time.
-Okay, I'm not leaving here.

Just f*ck' go.

[cell phone buzzing]

f*ck!

Hello? Hello?

[woman] Hi.

We're calling to ask
would you like to order a new--

f*ck.

[horses neighing]

f*ck!

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

[Varney] Mallory.

How are you this morning?

[Mallory] I'm fine.

I'm so sorry about last night.

[Mallory] It's fine.

What's going on?

[Varney] I got some
solid information last night

that I need to run by you and only you.

What kind of information?

The kind I don't wanna
talk about on the phone.

Varney…

[Varney] See you at the office.

Come on now, tell me something.

It's about Jules, the club,

some other things
that I need your help to process.

Okay.

It's also about Kimmie and Rain.

What about them?

There's a lot more to their story.

Everybody has a lot more to their story.

I think they're victims in this.

How the f*ck is Kimmie a victim
if she's f*cking my husband?

Mallory, I think
you might wanna take things slow.

Why?

Just until you hear what I have to say.

Okay.

[Varney] I'll be in in a bit.

Bye.

[sighs]

[upbeat music playing]

Did I tell you to put
your head back in this car?

No.

And hurry the f*ck up.

[siren wailing in distance]

Just the person I wanted to see.

Mm. Well, you're not who I wanted to see.

[tense music playing]

How are you?

Miserable looking at you.

Can I take your bag?

You can't take sh*t.

Officer Alex, leave us.

Officer Alex, stay with me.

Who you gonna listen to?

Yeah, Alex,

who you gonna listen to?

Ma'am, I'm--
I'm sorry, this is a little difficult.

Ticktock.

Ticktock.

I'm just kidding.

How's your son, Jules?

Not good.

Well maybe you should go
to the hospital and be with him.

I'm going back.

I just wanted to

just be here to…

to look at you.

Mm. Hm.

Well, now you have.

-Yes, I have.
-[footsteps approaching]

May I take your coats, ma'am?

Thank you.

-My purse--
-May I take your bag?

Yes, please.

Is there anything else you ladies need?

-No.
-No.

Mallory, I need to see you.

And what's this about?

I don't know.

I'm not in the mood for this bullshit.

Heard about the fire.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Sure you don't need to go?

f*ck that b*tch.

So how are you?

Not doing too well.

How's your son?

You heard about that?

Yeah.

Do you know what happened?

Oh, he fell, right?

I think there's a little more
to it than that.

Well, if there's more to it,
I'm sure you'll find out.

Yes, I will.

Mallory, I don't like to be kept waiting.

What you gonna do?

I'm about to f*ck this b*tch world up.

What?

No "good morning"?

Do you have one for me?

Look…

I've been looking over the things
that you've done for the company.

And as much as I hate to admit it…

you know what you're doing.

Why do you hate to admit it?

'Cause I wanna hate you.

Why?

Really?

I mean, you were the one
f*cking my husband.

Shouldn't I be mad at you?

What?

Yeah, I know.

And if it wasn't for you
marrying my father-in-law,

which I still don't understand,

I was about to unleash all hell on you.

Well, damn.

Yeah.

Okay.

Now we're actually talking.

I thought we been talking.

[scoffs]

We have not been talking.

You've been pretending to like me,
and I know you can't stand me.

I can't stand the b*tch
that was f*cking my husband.

One of many.

And I think you were like number 74.

But I really don't give a sh*t.

So if you wanna talk real talk,
let's talk real talk.

-Let's do it.
-You wanna do it?

Yeah.

This company,

right here,

would have gone down years ago
if it wasn't for me.

And this bullshit family

and all these tricks that they're doing
to make money on the side.

So you don't do that?

I'm honest.

Somehow I doubt that.

I don't give a f*ck what you doubt.

Ooh!

You on one today.

I'm not on one, I am the one.

Does this have anything to do with you
setting your house on fire last night?

Girl, were you trying to die?

[chuckles]

Look…

I don't know how else to say this to you
for you to understand it,

but I don't want Roy.

I never wanted Roy.

Oh really?

No.

-Hm.
-I was forced to be with him.

Wait, forced? What do you mean, forced?

Forced like Felicia is being with him.

How is Felicia forced?

Oh.

"Oh"?

You don't know everything.

Enlighten me.

I think I've shared enough for today.

Think you should go ahead and process it,

and, uh, we'll finish another time.

Why not now?

Because the sh*t that I'll share with you

will have you lose all the cool
that you're trying to hang onto.

You don't know me.

What I have to share with you

will make you blow that lace front
clean off your head.

This is my hair.

[scoffs] Girl…

Under the wig.

Leave.

[unsettling music playing]

[door opens and shuts]

[Jules] This is Jules.

I got eyes on her.

[Jules] Who?

Young chick from the club.

[Jules] Where is she?

At this motel in Cicero.
Man, it stinks over here.

[Jules] Okay. Bring her to me.

Hey, uh, I know she in one of these rooms.

I'm just waiting on them to come out
and I'm… and I'mma ambush they a*s.

[Jules] Okay, great.

Get to it.

All right.

[exhales sharply]

So…

looks like we have to make
a tough decision.

I'm so sorry.

There's no brain activity at all?

I'm so sorry, no.

[somber music playing]

So I'mma have to take my 18-year-old son…

off life support?

I wish there was something more
we could do.

But you have done
everything that you can do?

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Just let me know when you're ready.

Okay.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[line ringing]

[cell phone ringing]

-[sirens wailing in distance]
-[dog barking]

[Jules] Trackson.

Yeah.

Gonna have to take my son
off life support.

Man, damn, man,
I'm sorry to hear that, Jules.

Sorry to hear that.

[Jules] Tell me…

what you got for me?

I'm just sitting here
at this motel, man. Uh…

I think the young chick did it, man.

Okay.

[exhales]

[ventilator beeping]

[Sylvie] I'm so sorry.

What are you so sorry about?

[dramatic sting]

[R&B music playing]

♪ Got my p*stol on the nightstand
Beside me, beside me ♪

♪ I got too many opps
That don't like me, that don't like me ♪

♪ Head on swivel
I'm high anxiety, high anxiety ♪

♪ High anxiety, I need a light please ♪

♪ Got my p*stol on the nightstand
Beside me, beside me ♪

♪ I got too many opps
That don't like me, that don't like me ♪

♪ Stranger in all black right beside me
Right beside me ♪

♪ That's a light lead
That's a light lead ♪

♪ That's a light lead
That's a light lead ♪

♪ Come and get it, come and get it ♪

♪ I got a surprise for you n*gg*s ♪

♪ Say you with it, say you with it ♪

♪ You gonna get in this bag for me n*gga ♪

♪ Uh ♪

♪ Come and get it, come and get it
Come and get it ♪

♪ I got a surprise for you n*gg*s ♪

♪ Surprise for you n*gg*s ♪

♪ Say you with it, say you with it ♪

♪ You gonna get in this bag for me n*gga ♪

♪ Uh ♪

♪ Got my p*stol on the nightstand
Beside me, beside me ♪

♪ I got too many opps that don't like me ♪

♪ Head on swivel
I'm high anxiety, high anxiety ♪

♪ High anxiety, I need a light please ♪

♪ Got my p*stol on the nightstand
Beside me, beside me ♪

♪ I got too many opps
That don't like me, that don't like me ♪

♪ Stranger in all black right beside me
Right beside me ♪

♪ That's a light lead
That's a light lead ♪

♪ That's a light lead
That's a light lead ♪

♪ Come and get it, come and get it ♪

♪ I got a surprise for you n*gg*s ♪

♪ Yeah, say you with it, say you with it ♪

♪ You gonna get in this bag for me n*gga ♪

♪ Uh ♪

♪ Come and get it, come and get it ♪

♪ I got a surprise for you n*gg*s ♪

♪ Say you with it, say you with it ♪

♪ You gonna get in this bag for me n*gga ♪

♪ Uh ♪

♪ Come and get it, come and get it ♪

♪ I got a surprise for you n*gg*s ♪

♪ Say you with it, say you with it ♪

♪ You gonna get in this bag for me n*gga ♪

♪ In this bag for me n*gga ♪

[music stops]