01x02 - Aftermath

[bunniefuu]

- Guy, listen man, you
gotta come through tonight.

- Oh, you got some
woman there, brother?

- Witnesses say three men
were gunned down in what...

- I'm Mrs. Simmons,
this is his ex-wife.

- First wife.

- But we all make mistakes.

- If Pops dies, I'm the
head of this f*cking family.

- You know how hard
it is for me at night

wondering when
you're coming home?

If you're coming home?

- Brah Hardy just
got outta prison.

Him and uh, Guy, they used
to bump heads all the time.

- Kevin will make it right.

- I think we're way
beyond that point.

- You rep this sh*t,
or you die. Period!

- Oh, g*ng hard at work.

- You know that.

- What the hell is that?

- That's the future
of the Wolf Pack.

When I was locked up,
these OGs showed me

a couple little secrets.

They got a chemical
you add to this sh*t

that make it so potent.

Come back times 10.

- More potent sh*t means...

- Exactly.

Smaller quantities,
higher prices.

Let's get this
sh*t in the street.

- Yeah.

Oh man, it's so good
to have you back, Ty.

- Yeah, I know you glad to
have me back, m*therf*cker.

You're gonna get more money.
- More money.

Yo, but look, let me
holler at you real quick

for one second.

Look, man, some real sh*t.

I know Kev is your
brother and all, but...

- I know.

He been buggin' out
these past couple days.

- Folks just talking. They
say he trying to push you out.

- Never.

Me and Kev have our differences,
but he would never do that.

- You know Pappy had a kid?

- Shay was pregnant?

- Yeah.

And your brother took
Pappy out anywhere.

- f*ck.

I didn't know.

- Look, whatever
y'all got going,

that sh*t is between y'all.

But I'm gonna let you know,

Kev ain't been a friend
to the Wolf Pack.

He never was.

Our loyalty is
with you, not Kev.

We just saying, we happy
to have you back, bro.

- Yeah, no doubt.

♪ b*tches and hoes

♪ Been out the g*ng, on my own

- Yo, Kev.

Yo, yo, yo. Come
say what's up, man.

Say what's up to the fans, Kev.

This whole, this guy
set this whole sh*t up.

This is my boy right
here. This is my boy!

Hey, say what's up.
Come on, come on.

♪ He wanna talk but he
not on the schedule ♪

♪ I ain't takin' no
sh*t from a hoe ♪

- Yeah. [laughs]

I'll see you later, my
boy. I'll see you later.

All right, more drinks,
more drinks, let's go.

I need to get more f*cked up!

♪ Pick up when I call her, mm

- So needless to say,

our last campaign didn't
exactly go over too well.

- What do you have that's
going to, well, first of all,

counter this attention we're
getting that Legacy is for

gentrifiers, hipsters, and
whatever else you wanna call 'em?

- I'm glad you asked.

Actually, I have some new ideas.

So the first thing we need
to do is revamp our website.

Secondly, we need to
pinpoint our target areas,

both internationally
and domestically.

And lastly, um, unfortunately,

I think we need to change
our labeling on our bottles.

Trust me.
- That's bullshit.

- Did you say something Tyquan?

- Yeah, my father
would never do that.

He know that.

I agree.

- Me too.

Tyshaun, you're new here,

but I would love to
hear some of your ideas.

- My brother did not go
to college, unfortunately.

So, he does not have any
experience in marketing.

And, may I remind you, he is
only here as co-CEO as title.

So, as I was saying,

the new marketing strategy
has been proven to work.

- Mrs. Simmons.

- Hey, look at you, cutie.
- Hey.

Oh, is this okay?

- Yes, you look adorable.

- You know I get all my
fashion tips from you.

- Aw. How are you?
I'm glad you came.

- I'm good. So, what's going on?

How's he, how's he doing?

- Um, still in a coma.

- Mm-hmm.

- Uh, vitals are good.
Doctor says he's strong, so.

- What about you?
How's your spirits?

- Um, I'm prayerful.

You know, talking to him,
making sure he knows I'm here.

Um, trust in God.

You know, times like
this, aw, just teaches you

who's really in
control, you know?

- Mm, I get it.
Like, oh my God, huh?

- Amen.

- Amen.

You know, I didn't
really get a chance

to know Mr. Simmons that well,

but there's one thing that
I do know, he was strong.

- Well, you will get
a chance to know him.

And yes, he is strong,
underestimatedly strong.

My Guy is a fighter.

Lord knows I know, 'cause
we've been fighting

for over 30 years.

- So how did you guys meet?

- Harlem.

Where I'm from.

I remember when I first
laid eyes on my Guy,

I called him a
cotton-pickin' country hick.

Girl, shoes run all
over on the sides.

Mr. Fly Guy? No.

He threatened to put that
shoe dead up in my a*s.

And we've been going
at it ever since.

- Wow.
- But you know, that's,

that's just us, right?

You know, that's just
how, how we loved.

And a lotta people
didn't get it.

But we do. You know?

- I think that's beautiful.

That's how I feel about Kevin.

- Corrine, I, I, I
know you love Kevin,

but I don't believe
you're in love with him.

- Mrs. Simmons...

- And it's not a judgment,
it's not a judgment.

Y'all's relationship
is your relationship.

But what I want is for
you to respect my son.

Okay?

Be honest.

Make up your mind.

- Why is it every time I come
to see my husband, you here?

- Because real women stay,
and you're a visitor.

Mm.

You got all that sense, huh?

Well, I need you
to use that sense

and stay outta my
family affairs.

- Debra, can't you see
the bank is closed?

- What we need to know is
how you miraculously appeared

seconds after Guy got shot.

Now I, I, I wouldn't put it
past you if you were involved,

especially because the way that
Guy kicked you to the curb.

- Debra, you know good
and well, I divorced Guy.

And I gotta tell you, while
I understand your envy,

I honestly find it quite trite
and really f*cking boring.

- b*tch, anytime you wanna
try me, and believe me,

if I find out you got
something to do with this,

I will k*ll you.

- You're already k*lling
me with your bullshit.

You're focused on
the wrong thing.

Remember I told you that.

- Hi, baby.

♪ Baby, baby, baby

♪ Baby, baby, baby

♪ Baby, baby

♪ Baby even when I'm sittin'
here alone all by myself ♪

♪ It's never when I think you
might be with somebody else ♪

♪ Baby, baby, baby

♪ Baby, baby, baby

- So, who you think it was?

- I don't know, but it was
definitely somebody close.

Yeah, I can feel it.

Either way, you just
make sure you on point.

- Well, you know I stay on
point like a thumb tack.

You don't never
gotta question that.

- How did things go when
you went to see my father?

- Hm?

- You said you were
going to see him.

How'd he look?

I mean, I know his condition
hasn't changed or anything,

but, did you at
least talk to him?

You know, I read
a study that says

that when people are in comas,

they can actually hear
you speaking to 'em,

and it does help
in their recovery.

- Yeah, uh, I stayed by
his bedside for a while.

I would've felt crazy
talking to him, so I just,

I just held his hand for a bit.

- Yeah.

I can only imagine how awkward
that must have been, so,

I appreciate you.

Thank you.

This liquor business, man,
it's , it's a lot.

I gotta come up with a damn-near
genius marketing strategy

just to get Legacy
to the next level,

and find a way to get the
board to trust me as a leader.

- Why, why don't you ask
Ty if he has any ideas?

- Ty?

- Yeah. You said it
yourself, Ty's the co-CEO.

Maybe he has some good ideas.

Ty? Good ideas?

You gotta be kidding me.

- Kevin, don't be like that.

Kevin.

- Everything looks good.

Any updates on
yesterday's footage?

- Nothing suspicious, but I
still deleted it just in case.

- Good.

Less is better.

Mrs. Watkins,

we just finished the final
walkthrough for tomorrow.

Everything's 100% ready
and uh, fully stocked.

- That's actually why I'm here.

I hope it's not poor timing

considering everything
that's going on.

- No, it's fine.

How can I help you?

- I'm not sure if
Guy mentioned it but,

he offered me the two
for one for tomorrow.

I hope the offer still
stands in his absence.

- Unfortunately my hands
are tied right now.

- I see. Ain't Ty back?

I'm sure he'd take care of me.

- You know what? Let me
see what I can do for you.

- Thank you.

- Of course.

- Hey.

- What's up, Mom?

- Uh-oh. I know that look.

What's on your mind? And
don't think about lying.

I can always tell,
just like your father.

Come on.

- I'm gonna just come
out and say it, Mom.

- Mm-hmm.

- Who's Brah Hardy?

- Who you been talking to?

- What does that matter?
Can you answer the question?

- I don't have to answer
sh*t in my own house.

Just because you grown, don't
you forget who the parent is.

- I didn't mean no
disrespect, Mom.

I'm just asking
'cause I gotta know.

- What you need to
know is Brah Hardy

is someone from my past,

and in the past is
where he'll stay.

- I know it's more
to it than that.

- Well whatever you think
you know, you don't.

- My people saying he got
something to do with who shot Pop.

Brah always
hated your father. Jealousy.

The Hardys and the Simmons
were at each other's throat

for a long time, even
before you were thought of.

- I need to find him.

- No, no, no, no.
You listen to me.

I don't need you digging around
in old graves. You hear me?

Brah Hardy cannot be trusted.

So I need you to promise me

that you will stay
away from him.

- Ma, I need...
- Promise me.

- Yeah.

- Good.

Now I don't want you to bring
up that man's name ever again.

Go on.

- Okay, so everyone is
confirmed for today.

- Good.

I actually think that's a first.

- And Charmaine,
did you handle that?

- Charmaine got it this morning.

She's really excited.

- Good. Charmaine
excited is a good thing.

- It's my baby's birthday
and I just made him

this b*mb-a*s red velvet cake.

Take a look.

Happy birthday, baby.

Do you like your cake?

- Yeah, it's the b*mb.

- Yeah?

- Ooh-uh.

- Oh, I told you I would
get you back, I told you.

- Why you always
gotta play sh*t?

I told you.

- Baby, what happened?

Listen, whatever
it is, I got you.

- Ty Simmons. What
brings you back in town?

- Hey, I'm looking for somebody.

You know a dude
named Brah Hardy?

- Brah Hardy?
- Yeah.

- How you know Brah?

- Friend of my mom's.

- Right.

I heard he just got
out a few days ago.

He's staying in the trailer
park down the street.

- You sure?

- That's all I know.

- My dude. Thanks.

Hey, Hardy, I know you in there.

Well, wait
a g*dd*mn minute.

- How you find me?

- I always find what
I'm looking for.

Hey, where do I know you from?

- We was wearing
state-issue khakis.

- Hm. Inside.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So you know.

- Yeah, I know.

I never seen a n*gg*r look so
much like his mama in my life.

You damn near Debra's mirror.

You gonna be mute,
n*gg*r, you can split,

'cause I got sh*t to do.

- Just came here
looking for answers.

- That depends.

What are the questions?

Come on, man. Stop
playing with me, n*gg*r.

How you know my mother?

- You want a beer?

- Man, I want
answers. The truth.

- You asked Debra about me.

- Yeah, she didn't say much.

- Oh, me and your mama,

we go way back.

But, the past is the past.

- Everybody keeps
saying that sh*t.

What the f*ck does that mean?

- It means if Debra didn't
tell you sh*t about me,

she didn't want you to know.

- Well I'm a grown-a*s man,
I don't need permission.

It's bigger than my mother.
It's about my father.

- You think I had
something to do

with your daddy gettin'
all shot up, right?

Right?

- I just want answers.

- If I'd of had the chance,

I should've k*lled
your snake-a*s daddy.

- m*therf*cker, what?

I came here in peace, don't
make me leave different.

- Your daddy wasn't sh*t!

He ain't ever been sh*t either.

He ain't sh*t, you ain't sh*t.

- You're not even worth it.

You just a old,
jealous, broke n*gg*r.

See you around, Hardy.

♪ Baby I'm telling myself that

♪ There ain't nothing
that'll change that ♪

- From the boardroom to
actually doing the work.

- Oh yeah.

My father didn't send me
to Stanford for nothing.

I do it all.

- Not quite the crowd
you are expecting?

- Not really, but I'm focused
on the bigger picture.

See this club is just a small
piece of what I have in store

for Legacy Liquor.

- I love your vision.

I honestly don't think
you should be co anything.

- Actually, I don't
have a problem

partnering with my brother.

He's just not cut out for this.

- What do you think
he's cut out for?

- Well Ty is good at a
lotta things, just not this.

All right, well I'm
gonna get back to work.

You enjoy your drink.

- Of course.

I'm just gonna go people watch.

- Take that.

- And what's up with
this n*gg*r, Ty?

From what you telling
me, it's looking like

I might have to cook somethin'.

- You know.
- And I get it.

- It's like I'm trying
to tell her, you know,

she want me to lay low.

You know, we got
the baby on the way,

all that sh*t...
- It's only right.

- That m*therf*cker's being
too disrespectful, bro.

It's like you raised
me, you feel me?

I'm not no motherfuckin'
lame, and at this point,

it's either them...

- What you mean?
It's always them.

It's never gonna be us.

I need you to remember that.

- Hey.

- I just wanna ask again
like, why did you invite him

to the lounge that night?

- He wanted to come by and
just hang for a minute.

- There. There.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

I, I admit I didn't
see that coming.

- Oh.

Why every time I come here,
this b*tch-a*s n*gg*r here too?

- You got somethin'
you wanna handle?

- Yeah, I got somethin' I
wanna handle. What's up?

- Stop.

Sit the f*ck down.

This n*gg*r, man.

- Y'all with this
fussing and fighting.

Didn't I tell you before? The
Simmons men, we don't do this.

- According to him, I'm
not really a Simmons.

Ain't that right bro?

- You damn sure
don't act like one.

- Man, get the...

- Okay, enough.

Enough.

Since you can't stop this
little pissing contest,

you can't keep your
dicks in your pants

long enough to actually
run this organization,

I think I'm gonna have
to ,

do a little somethin' different.

Ty, you been
hard-headed and stubborn

your whole entire life.

- But I get it done.

- But sometimes, sometimes
you just got to stop

and use your f*ck' brain.

And don't think I don't
know about your trip

to Brah Hardy's.

- You said you was goin'
to holler at the Wolf Pack.

- I don't gotta tell
you my every move.

- See that's that little
sneaky sh*t I be talking about.

- Pop Pop...

- Uh-uh, now see you,
yeah, you see, book smart.

But you don't know a damn
thing about being street smart.

What's this I hear
about you inviting

a bunch of them white
chicks up to the lounge?

- That was suggestion
from the investors.

They say that part of our
new marketing strategy's

we need to diversify.

- See, see, see, see,
yeah, that right there

is your problem, Kevin.

You were always thinking
that somebody gotta be

a little more smarter
'cause they got a degree,

or they white.

I thought you was the one that
was running this, not them.

- I am running this.

- Clearly, you two can
learn a little something

from each other.

Look at your son.

Your son's gonna need
some instructions,

and that's the least
that I could do for him.

You know you never did
much listening to me,

but I know for a fact
that you always heard me.

Well, I'm
going to the military.

Either way, I'm gone.

- Let's go now. Come on!

Let's go ladies. Yeah,
pick up those knees.

Come on. Come on now.

Faster, faster. Go, go, go.

Come on now. One, two, one, two.

Are you f*ck' kiddin'
me? Get up. Get up, now.

Now this has gotta be the
sorriest bunch of privates

that I've ever seen in my life.

If the Gooks were here,

they'd be jacking
their little rice dicks

with gleeful anticipation.

You're gonna die.

You're all gonna die.

Now why should I waste my
time making you soldiers?

- Make me a soldier, sir!

- Sir? I ain't no g*dd*mn sir.

I work for a living.
You sorry sack of sh*t.

You wanna be a soldier?

- Yes, drill sergeant!

- What's your name, private?

- Drill sergeant, Private
Randall Cooper, drill sergeant.

- No, you're nobody.
You hear me? Nobody.

Now what is your name?

- Nobody, drill sergeant.

- You're g*dd*mn right.

You're nobody son, until the
US Army makes you someone.

And I've been charged
with the impossible task

of doing just that.

Well, g*dd*mn. If it isn't
Smokey Robinson himself.

I didn't expect old green eyes
to make his presence known.

Come on, give us a song, Smokey.

Do you hear me, boy.
What is your name?

- Guy Simmons.

- No, your name is
Smokey Robinson.

Now what is your name?

- Guy Simmons, drill sergeant.

- Oh, you a smart n*gg*r, huh?

You're smart and pretty.

I'm gonna enjoy breaking you.

I'm gonna make you
my little b*tch,

you sweet-mouth mother...

- At ease, soldier.

Do you know how much
trouble you're in?

- No, first sergeant, I don't.

- Well, a lot. Enough
to send your a*s home.

- First sergeant,
with all due respect,

I don't wanna go home.

- Well, your actions
speak differently.

You assaulted a senior
non-commissioned officer.

That is insubordination
in a major degree.

And in certain situations,
borderline treason.

Treason is punishable by death.

Now, am I getting
through to you now?

- I'll respect authority,
first sergeant,

but not the abuse of it.

Ain't no one gonna
talk to me like he did.

- Oh goddammit, son.

You can't decide how the
US Army's gonna talk to you

or anyone else.

- Yes, first sergeant.

- Why did you join
the US Army, Simmons?

- I wanted to fight for my
country, first sergeant.

- Despite what this country's
done to your people?

- We shall overcome.

- So I hear.

I like you, Simmons.

I think you're gonna
be a hell of a soldier.

So,

I'm gonna give you a
break, under one condition.

You obey Sergeant Kramer's
every word. Do you understand?

- Yes, first sergeant.

- You will ask how high
before he says jump.

Because there's one
thing that I've learned

over the years, son,

is that once you knock a
taste out of a man's mouth,

everything else is bland.

- Yes, first sergeant.

- You're dismissed, private.

- You know, I figured
you'd show up eventually.

- Mm.

- I did some uh, remodeling
after the sh**ting.

- Run me the footage.

You know
you crazy as hell.

'Cause your dumb
mess didn't give it to the pigs.

- Yeah, well Gloria
beat you to it.

- sh*t.
- Yeah.

- I would've preferred
the damn pigs.

- Oh. I gotta get back to work.

- So, let me make
sure I understand, uh,

Guy is out for the
foreseeable future?

- Um, is that an issue?

I mean, I've always been
your point of contact.

- Your father's
authenticity is what drew us

to Legacy's brand.

Do, do you still plan
to run the business

with your father's vision,

or are you asking us to invest
in a whole different company?

- No, Legacy's expansion won't
affect our overall purpose.

It's for the people,
by the people.

It just gives you an
opportunity to join our family.

One of the most successful
black-owned liquor companies

in the country, soon
to be the entire world.

- Let's give it a
probationary period.

If we do end up losing Guy,

unfortunately we're
gonna have to revisit.

- I understand. I look forward
to partnering with you guys.

Boss moves, baby.

- So what exactly am I
doing here? Let's close in.

- None of your past operations
have been as connected

as the Simmons.

No, we gotta infiltrate
and destroy them,

from the inside out.

- Damn, baby.

What's all this?

- I wanted to show
you my appreciation.

Here.

Take a seat.

So, how was your day?

- It was um, it was
really good, actually.

You know, these last few
days have been hell for me,

so, it was cool to finally
have a smooth day, you know?

- You deserve it.

- I do.

- Mm-hmm.

- Ty came through.

He helped me get the
club ready for the party.

He actually did a
really good job.

You smiling because
I had a good day,

or because I mentioned Ty?

- Kevin.

I married you
because I love you.

What Ty and I had,
it's in the past.

- Yeah, I know
you say that, but,

sometimes it's hard
to forget that sh*t.

- Well, try harder.

- Okay. Thank you
all for being here.

I called us all back
together to inform you

that we are in
fact moving forward

with redesigning the
labeling for the bottles.

As we aim for a broader market,

it's very important that
we're able to compete

with the likes of
Bacardi and Malibu.

Therefore, a more universal
label will help us do that.

- Absolutely not.

Your father and I always
agreed on everything,

and I think I speak
for him when I say,

the label stays the same.

- Well, with all
do respect, Luella,

that old-school thinking
does not open doors,

and y'all know that.

- Well, I don't like
it, and I'm voting no.

- I have an idea.

It's a partnership, like
Nas has with Hennessy.

A friend of mine's a
multi-platinum selling artist

with millions of
Instagram followers.

I say we use his
national influence

to target markets
that buy hard liquor.

We could do an event in my
pop's club, invite him in,

guest list only, no influencers.

Um, pay for all
his room and board,

get everything processed.

Of course, with your approval.

- Well, unfortunately, I'm
pretty sure we don't have dollars

in marketing for that.

- I knew you would say that.

And I already checked with
the marketing department,

we have well enough.

- Hell, I like it.

- I love it.

- Well, it seems like
lil bro has something.

I just hope he's not
jumping in waters

that's too deep for him.

- I swim well.

If y'all please excuse me.
I have other engagements.

It was like disaster.

A complete f*cking disaster.
- Right here,

I wanna see if we can
put the VIP right there.

What do you think about that?

- I like it.
- Yeah?

Oh, and these
barriers right here,

make sure the
lights in the middle

are the brightest
lights in the house.

You got that?

- You're a natural at this.

- Thank you. Thank you.

I think that's it.
Oh, one last thing.

The VIP list.

Make sure nobody who's
not on that list gets in.

I don't care who
they are. All right?

None of that pay at the
door sh*t either. Okay?

- Gotcha, boss man.

- You got me?

- All right.
- All right.

- I'll get started
on all of this.

- Thank you.

I'm seeing you a lot now.

- Just making sure things are
running smoothly and legit.

- They are.
- Congratulations on the party

- Thank you.

- Not yet.

I was thinking, maybe Kevin
is not the right person

to be running your
father's Legacy.

- What's that mean?

- Your street sense makes
you more able to adapt

to the big change
without your father.

Kevin is fumbling at it.

- Well my street sense
means I'm not stupid.

I know you're trying to
pit me against my brother.

It's not gonna work.

- I...
- Thank you.

Have a good evening.

- How's it going with
the Simmons case?

The captain expects
some progress.

- Phase one is complete.

I was successfully able
to infiltrate Legacy.

- Now we just gotta catch
the b*stards slipping.

- Guy still in a coma?

- Yes, but we're making
headway with the oldest son.

- These boys don't
know what they're doing

without their
daddy guiding them.

They're vulnerable.

We can nail them before
Guy even opens his eyes.

- No. It's too soon.

I'm sure we can get Kevin to
lead us to what we wanna know.

We don't have
enough evidence yet.

- Evidence? The whole
damn company is evidence.

- Trust me on this.
We need to wait.

He doesn't trust us yet.

- It's fixable, bro.

Me, you, and Kev.

n*gg*r, that's what
pops would want.

You know that sh*t by now.

We're family.

- It is the Simmons family
versus the Wolf Pack.

Pick a side, n*gg*r

n*gg*r, Kai ain't
got no business in this area.

♪ If it ain't one thing it's
a motherfuckin' nother ♪

g*dd*mn.

♪ We trapped together then
it's my motherfuckin' brother ♪

That's my dog.

♪ I pay your bills and bag
Dasanah but I don't love her ♪

Hey, what you
need, little mama?

♪ She just play a part
when it's time to smuggle ♪

Are you ready?

♪ I pull up, pick up that
bag and burn rubber ♪

Stop!

♪ I got a sweet tooth but
I stay away from suckers ♪

For real though.

♪ No boo in Malibu
was my last supper ♪

We eatin' good.

♪ I f*cked her and rush out
with traffic, Chris Tucker. ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Everybody screaming,
g*ng, g*ng, g*ng ♪

g*ng.

♪ The folks come and get you

♪ You gonna tell
on the whole g*ng ♪

g*ng.

♪ She said can she f*ck
me with my diamond shine ♪

♪ If I ain't in the bank,
then I'm on the plane ♪

♪ 'Bout to go get some money
or go spend some money ♪

♪ They stopped me
in the airport ♪

♪ Had too many b*tches on me

♪ They don't want you to live