02x02 - When the Tables Turn

[bunniefuu]

I need you to add Sylvie,
Rain, and Angel to my will

so they can be protected from the others.

I don't know nothing
about running a company.

I got the right people in place
that will help you.

-Who is Alex?
-That would be me.

What do you want with him? He's my driver.

Get another one.

[Horace] You should head to the house.
My butler is there.

He's got the place
all set up for all of you.

-What is it you wanna tell me?
-That I love you.

Oh, that. Excuse me.

Why do I f*ck with you?

[Charles] Don't you wanna f*ck me, Varney?

[Roy] What the f*ck did I just hear?

[dramatic sting]

[serene music playing]

[birds tweeting]

May I take your hat and coat?

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes, ma'am.

Step in.

[Rain and Sylvie snickering]

[Kimmie whispering]
Just relax. Just relax.

This way.

Damn!

[Kimmie] I know.

-Wow!
-What in the hell?

I told you.

-Uh, this is his house?
-Well, it's your home now.

This way.

Now, this is the dining room.

Mr. Bellarie hasn't had many meals here
since he's been living here,

but he may wanna redo that tradition
now that you're all here.

And what's up there?

Those would be the bedrooms.
Shall I show you to yours?

-Hell yeah.
-[chuckles] Right this way.

-I… I got my own room?
-Yes, you do, Miss Sylvie.

Wow.

-And there's horses?
-[chuckles] Yes, there is.

Mrs. Bellarie,
shall I show you your room first?

Uh, no, let's see Sylvie's room first.

[chuckles] Right this way.

[Rain] Oh. Who's that?

Mr. Bellarie.

n*gga, come here.

[tense music playing]

Hurry the f*ck up.

I'mma ask you again.
What the f*ck did I hear?

Mr. Bellarie, sir--

Don't f*cking "sir" me.

I'm having a conversation
with your brother. I just…

"I'm just… I… I…" Get it out, n*gga.

-I'm talking to… I'm having a conversa--
-Having a conversation.

I hear that. I'mma hear that.
But I heard somethin' different.

What did I just f*cking hear?

You heard me talking to… to Charles,
so I had just…

That didn't hear like no talkin' to me.
Ain't no regular talkin'.

Uh, we just doing some business.
Making sure everything is good with--

Why is your shirt open? Hm?

Can you explain that
if you were just talking?

-I'm hot. Uh…
-[laughing] You're hot?

-You're hot.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-What the hell is going on in here?
-Look at this n*gga.

-Your brother is--
-What you doing in my house?

I'm about to throw up on your couch
after the sh*t I just heard.

Well, if this can make you throw up,
I got some videos--

-You are disgusting, brother.
-Why are you here?

Okay.

I'll leave.

[door opens]

sh*t.

[door closes]

What the f*ck? Charles.

He… He never comes here.

He heard everything.

sh*t! [huffing]

-Well, good. I mean…
-No, n*gga, it's not good.

Look, Varney, you need to relax.

Charles. God.

We needed to stop hiding this anyway.

Charles, did you do this?

Did I do what?

Did you set me up?

This is rich.

I'm not f*cking around, Charles.
Did you do this on purpose?

No.

Did you send him a text
and tell him to come over?

Didn't I say no?

And I don't talk to his a*s
unless I have to. You know this.

Let me see your phone.

-I'm not giving you sh*t.
-Let me see your m*therf*cking phone.

You wanna take it?

Come take it, then.

Let me find out…

that you set me up
and you did this sh*t on purpose.

[tsks] What yo a*s gonna do?

[door closes]

[music continues]

Wait. Wait, what?

Is there something wrong?

No, no, it's just…

[chuckling] I… I've never
really had anything like this.

Is this really mine?

[James] Yes. Yes, it is.

Kimmie, this is like as half as big
as the trailer we grew up in.

I know.

[chuckling] This sh*t is lit, Sylvie.

Wait, and I got my own bathroom?

[James] Yes.
And… and should you need anything,

just press that button on the nightstand.

Okay, thanks. [squeals]

Shall I show you to your room, Miss Rain?

Hell yeah, n*gga. sh*t, let's go.

[chuckles] Right this way.

[birds chirping]

[tense music playing]

[crows cawing]

[sighs]

[dramatic sting]

[inhales deeply]

f*ck!

I know that m*therf*cker did this.

sh*t!

Who you talking about?

Um. Sir, I was, uh…

talking to the tires.

Talking to the tires?
Oh, sh*t, talking to the tires, huh?

If I didn't know any better,
it sound like you were talking about me.

Ah, no. No, sir, I wouldn't…
I wouldn't talk about you.

And here I was thinking
that you were banging my wife.

Excuse me, sir?

[groans]

Don't "sir" me, n*gga.

I told you to stop doing that sh*t.

You in there doing that nasty,
disgusting sh*t with my brother.

I was on the way to go tell my father,

tell him everything,
and then I thought to myself,

"Why even tell him?"

[exhales] Thank you.

[chuckling] Not for you, n*gga,
but for me.

Sir?

You know like I know,
leverage is everything in this family,

and you just gave me a lot.

See…

they all think I'm dumb,

but I'm not.

You think I'm dumb, don't you?

-No, sir.
-No, admit it.

You can admit it. Admit it to me.
You think that, don't you?

No. I don't think you're dumb.

Admit it, you stupid b*tch.

[sighs]

I think you are one
of the smartest people I know.

What you doing,
f*cking flirting with me, n*gga?

I will break every tooth in your face.

No, sir.
You asked if I thought you were smart.

You're lying, just like every lawyer.
Actually, let me back the f*ck up,

'cause I smell d*ck
on your breath actually.

You and my brother are f*cking disgusting.

But speaking of lawyers,

this is where it gets really, really good.

You know what?

What, sir?

You about to be my b*tch.

Excuse me?

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

I mean, not like the sh*t
you do with my brother, not that sh*t,

but you about to be my b*tch, yeah.

So you better make sure I'm protected,
and you better make sure I get my shares.

And another thing…

-What's that?
-Get that b*tch out of my father's house.

And if you don't do that sh*t,
I'mma f*ck you up for real.

Do you hear me?

-Yes, sir.
-No, Varney.

Varney, Varney, Varney, Varney, Varney.

I said, do you hear me?

-I hear you, sir.
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

n*gga, when I say "do you hear me,"

I need you to acknowledge
that you are my b*tch.

-[hesitates] Sir, I--
-Say it, n*gga.

I want you to f*cking say it. Say it.

-Say… Say what? I… I… I--
-That you my b*tch.

Say it.

[exhales]

-I'm your b*tch.
-No.

No, no, no.
That's not f*cking good enough.

I need to hear it.
I need to feel your energy. Say it.

-I'm your b*tch.
-No, that's not good enough.

Look at me in my f*cking eye and say it.

I'm yo b*tch.

Varney, you a big a*s n*gga.
You a gorilla n*gga.

-Say it with your f*cking chest!
-[shouting] I'm your b*tch!

-Louder!
-[screaming] I'm your b*tch!

I want the whole f*cking road to hear it!
Say it again!

[yelling] I'm yo b*tch!

[panting]

[mock mumbling]

Calm down, big--
Hey, calm down, big b*tch. Calm down.

Anger don't look good on you, man.

Stop breathing so hard.

[clapping]

-[Varney sniffles]
-[chuckling]

[tense music playing]

You mad?

You mad.

Get the f*ck out of my face, n*gga.

You know what?
This is about to be real, real fun.

Ah! Lucky day. [chuckles]

[garage door opening]

We'll be in touch, Varney.

We'll be in touch. [chuckling]

[rain pouring]

[exhales]

[music fades]

[sighs]

[serene music playing]

[gasps]

[shakily] Girl…

Is this real?

[sniffling] Yes, it is.

Well…

Kimmie, it's real, okay?

All the sh*t we've been through,
this is real.

I hear you, Rain.

We gotta believe it.

It's real. Look.

[James] It is real, Miss Rain.

Look at this bed.
We never had no bed like this.

I know.

Well, the sheets are Egyptian cotton.
I hope that's okay, ma'am.

Yeah, it's just so nice.

[James] Well, only the best
for the Bellaries.

Shall I show you to the master,
Mrs. Bellarie?

-Um--
-Yes.

Show us.

[James] Right this way.

[exhales]

And this is your master bedroom.

And here are your closets.

She ain't got enough clothes to fill that.

[James] Yes, we are aware.

And that's why Mr. Bellarie
wanted you to have this.

[Kimmie] Thank you.

That's a black card.

Yeah, I know.

With yo name on it.

That is your credit card.

And your account numbers
for your debit card are on the back.

So you got your own bank account?

That is what we were instructed.

Okay, then.

-Thank you.
-[chuckling] Yes. Okay.

We can arrange for Alex
to take you shopping

as soon as you're all settled in.

Mm, yes. Yep. Thanks. Yep, please.

You must be hungry.
I'll have lunch prepared.

Oh, and please also have Alex
prepare to take us to the mall.

The mall, ma'am?

Yeah, so we can go shopping.

Perhaps he could take you
to a few boutiques.

You might find that
a little more appropriate.

Oh, okay, that's fine too.

-Perhaps lunch near the pool?
-Wait, they got a pool?

Sylvie…

[James] Yes, Miss Sylvie.

[gasps] Oh my God,
are you guys seeing this?

-[chuckles] Mr. Bellarie's favorite spot.
-Thank you, James. That would be great.

It won't be long.

-b*tch, are you seeing this?
-Yeah, I am.

[sighs] Life is finally looking up for us.

-Oh sh*t.
-I'm not so sure.

Kimmie.

I just…

I don't know if I can trust this.

[scowls] Don't start that sh*t.

Nah, for real.

All the sh*t that we've been through.

And it's just supposed to get… easy now?

Ain't nobody say it was gonna be easy.

He told you that.

I guess this sh*t is easier than the club.

-Hello?
-[exhales]

You need to chill the hell out.

We about to enjoy this sh*t.

We going shopping today.
b*tch, we going to a boutique.

[scoffs] I hear you.

You need to get with it.

All right.

And you know what else we gonna do?

-Put some cash to the side.
-Put some cash to the side.

See, that's why you my girl.

We gonna put some cash to the side,
'cause when the sh*t goes left…

We can keep rocking and rolling.

Yup.

Let me see that card.

-Mm.
-[chuckling]

I ain't never had a card before.

Girl, we gonna swipe the black
off this b*tch.

[both chuckling]

Kimmie Bellarie. Ooh.

[music stops]

[birds chirping]

[line ringing]

-Jules.
-[Jules] Yes.

I need a driver.

[Jules] I have one on the way.
He's close by.

Where is Calvin?

[Jules] Your husband had me move him.

I want him.

[Jules] Can't do that.

Jules.

[Jules] Mallory, come on.

We got a lot going on.
We need to keep Roy calm.

-[sighs]
-I have a driver waiting for you.

Bye, Jules.

[Roy sighs]

That n*gga ain't driving you.

You can't tell me who's driving me.

Well, he's not.

[scoffs] First you think
I'm f*cking Attorney Varney,

now you think I'm f*cking the driver?

Well, I know for damn sure
you ain't f*cking Attorney Varney.

You wanna bet?

What… What you doing? You ain't… you don't
even do that sh*t right. You just…

f*ck you.

Nah, nah, nah.
I got something to tell you, though,

that even you might not believe.

What is it? I don't care.

[inhales deeply]

Well, it's kind of hard for me to admit
that… that I saw this, but, um…

I saw Attorney Varney…

f*cking Charles.

What?

Yep.

-You're such a liar.
-I wish I was lying. sh*t.

Okay.

It was, uh… horrifying.

-It was… Are you done?
-Ask Charles. I'm telling you the truth.

I don't wanna hear this sh*t.
I'll drive myself.

You know what happened
last time you drove yourself.

You know what, m*therf*cker? You…

[dramatic sting]

I fixed the sh*t that you did.
That's what happened last time.

You really k*lled that woman, Mallory.

m*rder*r. [chuckling]

[chuckles] Are you done
with this bullshit?

I'm telling you, Attorney Varney is…

-I don't give a f*ck.
-…not the way you think.

-Bye, Roy.
-Where you going?

I'm going to go fix this sh*t
because obviously you can't.

No, I already got it figured out.

[Mallory] Whatever.

Attorney Varney does not wanna f*ck you.

[tense music playing]

[birds chirping]

Ma'am.

Who are you?

I'm Andy. I'll be your driver.

[chuckles] Oh, no, you're not. sh*t.
Move this damn truck.

-Maybe we got off on the wrong foot.
-Did you hear me?

Move your truck.
You're not gonna be my driver.

Yes, ma'am.

[under breath] f*ck.

[engine starts]

[engine starts]

[line ringing]

Jules.

What?

Mallory won't let me drive her.

-[Jules] Then follow her.
-Yes, sir.

But not too close.

Copy.

sh*t.

[cell phone ringing]

[horse nickering]

This is Officer Alex.

Hey, man, is it true?

-[Alex] Yeah.
-They pulled you to drive Kimmie?

Yeah, sure did.

[Trackson] I just heard.

What the hell is going on?

I have no idea.

-[Trackson sighs] And he married her?
-Yeah, he sure did.

Damn, man, that's crazy.

-Yeah, I know.
-[Trackson] What does that mean for us?

What do you mean?

[Trackson] Our side sh*t.

You know how much we owe Jules.

Yeah, yeah, I know, man, but…

[sighs] We gotta figure this out.

Honestly, too much is going on, man.

I just want out all this.

Yeah, I know.

You know what else is crazy?

What's that?

Angel is here.

For what?

Lakeland's father-in-law
was in the back of the car Kimmie took.

They caught Angel in it.

Damn, that's kind of crazy.

-Yeah.
-[Alex] Does, uh…

Does Kimmie know?

[Trackson] sh*t, I don't know.

[incoming call beeping]

[horse sighs]

Hold on, Jules is calling me.

-Hey, don't tell him I told you.
-[Alex] I won't.

I won't. I got you.

[horse nickers]

Yes, sir.

-Alex.
-[Alex] Yes.

What is going on?

Nothing much, sir.

Alex, are you with me?

-Of course I am, sir.
-[Jules] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Are you really with me?

Yes, sir.

Now, what the hell is going on?

He chose me to drive her, sir.

-[Jules] And why would he choose you?
-I have no idea.

What is that b*tch doing?

-She's just in the house.
-[horse neighs]

I'mma need you to stay close to her.

-I will.
-And I need to know every damn thing.

Yes, I got you, sir.

-[Jules] Don't f*ck me on this.
-I would never.

'Cause you know where you would be.

Sir, you don't have to say it.
I'm with you.

Something's up,
and I need to know what's going on.

Soon as I know anything,
you'll be the first to know.

-[Jules] Okay.
-[horse neighs]

We'll see.

[sighs]

That sounded intense.

It was Jules.

Good. You're not lying to me.

No, I'm not.

What did he want?

Look, he wants to know
what we all wanna know.

-What the hell is going on and why?
-[scoffs]

Yeah, I wanna know that too.

[sighs]

Look, I know you don't trust me.

And I don't trust you either.

And I definitely don't trust Jules.

Look, Kimmie,
there's too much sh*t going on.

But we're all in this.

You'll have your chance
to prove yourself one day.

Good.

'Cause then you'll know
I want out of all this sh*t too.

We'll see, I guess.

Oh, we will.

I was told you're taking me shopping
after lunch.

Yes, I am.

Well, let's go.

[exhales] The truck's ready.

[horse neighing]

[under breath] sh*t.

[sighs]

[foreboding music playing]

[woman speaking indistinctly over PA]

[monitor beeping]

[door closes]

[Harold] Hey, man.

[Horace] Don't give me
the f*cking pleasantries.

I'm sorry.

How you doing?

What did I just say?

I'm sorry.

You're late.

I came when you called.

So you and my brother

have been laundering money
at the club for Lakeland.

Horace.

I know all about it.

Get him on the phone.

I ain't in the mood for your bullshit.

Every breath I take hurts.

[exhales sharply]

[line ringing]

This is Daniel.

[Harold] Hey, Daniel.

I'm here with Horace Bellarie.

[Daniel] Jesus, I'm in Paris.
What does he want?

[sighs] Just a second.

[Horace] Daniel.

I heard you were dyin'.

I still got some life in me.

Well, you must, because you know
I don't f*ck with you.

[Horace] Well, good.

Because you're about to f*ck
with someone that I love,

and that's a problem.

What are you talking about?

[Horace] You listen to me.
I'm only gonna say this once.

I know that you and my brother
have been running money through the club.

They're doing it through you.

What… What are you talking on this phone?

[Horace] You know damn well how I roll.
All this sh*t is secure.

Now, look,

my new wife made a mistake,

and she's very important
to what I have going on,

and she's off limits.

So what are we talking about?

[Horace] She took the car.

She didn't know your father-in-law
was in the back seat.

Now, I need that to go away. Now.

Fine. You stay out of my way,
and I'll stay out of yours.

That'll be fine.

But my wife, she's gonna want
somebody for doin' this.

I gotta give her somethin'.

All right.
Harold will be in touch with something.

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]

There's this kid, a gangster.

He was arrested in the car.
He's still at the jail.

That'll work.

All right.

Get him released,

and give him to Daniel.

Done.

But make sure he knows
that me and mine are out of this sh*t.

Like it never happened.

Okay.

Is there anything else I can do?

Do you know her?

Know who, sir?

Kimmie. Do you know her?

No.

Harold.

[sighs]

All right. She was one of the girls
that came in front of me.

And you gave her the job
to work at the club.

Yeah.

But I promise, man, I never touched her.

Get the f*ck out of here.

And, Harold?

Yes, sir?

Your days are f*cking numbered.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[rap music playing on stereo]

[dog barking]

Damn!

Why you come so early?

b*tch, I'm a h*.

She's talking to Felicia.

-[Jules sighs] That b*tch.
-Anyway, you got my money?

[siren blaring]

[sighs]

So where my money?

Mm-hmm.

Let me count it.

-Girl.
-What?

sh*t, I don't know you.

I know you don't,
but I'm surprised you can count.

[tsks] Girl.

It's all there.

Mm-hmm. I'm countin'.

[shuffling bills]

Are you satisfied?

Mm-hmm.

-So, what you wanted to know?
-I don't have time for this.

-[Felicia chuckles]
-You know.

Okay, chill.

-I was at the club last night.
-Mm-hmm.

Kimmie was there too.

And Jules told me
to beat her a*s. [chuckles]

Jules?

Yep. Mm-hmm.

How does Jules know her?

Jules is our pimp.

[dramatic music playing]

Go on.

Wait, you know this, right?

Yeah.

-Mm.
-Go on, continue.

Jules run the club.

We all owe him and… this other dude.

Some… Some judge or somethin'.

What judge?

-Girl!
-No--

Stop this sh*t.

[tsks] We all owe Jules.

He arrested everybody at some point.

Then we seen this judge,

the judge got us off,

so now everybody
just work for Jules at the club.

Either that or jail.

Okay.

They be keeping most of my money, though.
Ain't that somethin'?

So is this what happened to Kimmie?

-Yep.
-What about her sister, Sylvie?

Kimmie wasn't acting right…

[chuckling] …so Jules took her sister
and he pimped her out.

[snickering] Oh gosh. That's what she get.

What about Angel?

Uh-uh. You asking a lot
for just three grand.

You know how bad your box
has to get beat up for three grand?

Talk, b*tch.

[tsks]

Angel a little b*tch.

Mm, I can't stand him.

He was trying to hide Kimmie's sister,
and Jules found out,

and, ooh, they went
to beatin' his a*s. [laughing]

Oh, gosh, girl.

Until that old man came up in there.

What old man?

Girl, I don't know.

[snickering] But when he came up in there,
Jules and everybody was scared as hell.

He told them to leave,

baby, they all went runnin'. [laughing]

Whew, you had to be there.

Is this him?

Yeah, that's him.

You know…

he old, but he cute.

sh*t, he could get it. [giggles]

-Anybody can get it from you.
-[tsks]

Girl, I'm not messin' with you.

I'm leaving.

Wait, wait.

You got a nice car outside.

I wanna go for a ride.

[chuckles] Where we goin'?

No, b*tch, you smell like
you wanna be alone.

[door closes]

[Andy] So what do you want me to do?

[Jules] I need you to find out
what they talked about.

Uh, I can… I can do that.

[Jules] No, you know what, actually?
Sit on this for a second.

Just, uh, stay on her.

sh*t.

[Jules] What?

Mallory, she's walking to the car.

[Jules] Who?

[Andy] Mallory.

-[Jules] Ah, sh*t.
-[sighs]

Open the f*cking window.

[dogs barking]

Give me the phone.

Jules, who are these idiots?

If he's supposed to be
following me on the low,

he's doing a horrible f*cking job.

Are you a cop?

Yes, ma'am, I am a cop.

[chuckling] The f*ck is this, Jules?
You can do better than this.

[Jules] Why are you talking to Felicia?

You and I need to meet.

[Jules] Yes, but why
are you talking to Felicia?

I said we need to meet.

Meet me at the office now.

I got buses at the precinct, so--

m*therf*cker, I don't care
if you have surgery scheduled

to save your f*cking life.

Meet me at the office now.

[suspenseful music playing]

So, what do you want me to do, sir?

[Jules] If you got a g*n…

blow your f*cking brains out.

[chuckling] sh*t.

-[giggling] We finna do some damage!
-How much is my limit on this thing?

Girl, that thing is black. Ain't no limit.

You got a debit card too?

What bank is it?

[Kimmie] Uh…

It's the bank
that the Bellarie family uses.

-[cell phone ringing]
-We gotta go there too.

Oh. Hold on. It's Horace.

Hello?

Hi.

Hey.

[inhales] How's the house?

It's… It's great. [chuckles nervously]

[chuckles] Good.

How are you?

[Horace sighs] I'm alive.

Did you find Angel?

No, we, um, we haven't found him yet.

I keep calling him, but he not answering.

[Horace] So he skipped out on me?

No.

Or, I mean, I don't… I don't think so.

But I'm kind of getting worried
'cause it's not like him to not answer.

[sighs] Okay, well, I…
I'll get somebody on it.

You need me to do anything?

[Horace] Nah.

Officer Alex and James

have all the instructions.

Your problem with the car, I handled.

For real?

Kimmie, you still doubt me?

Yeah. [scoffs]

Well, one day you won't.

I'm getting there.

Hopefully it's not after I'm dead.

[scoffs]

Come see me
after you get everything ready.

-I need to give you some instructions.
-Okay, I will.

Bye.

Bye.

What'd he say?

He wants me to come see him later.

He got more stuff to tell me.

How's he doin'?

He didn't sound good.

Yeah.

Well, I've been reading up on this place
that might can help him.

What kind of place?

Well, I was researching it
in the hospital.

It's this place in Thailand.

They treat cancer.

As much money as that man has,
I'm sure he's tried everything.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

But where the hell is Angel?

[tense music playing]

-Trackson.
-Hey.

Where's he at?

He's in the back.

Take me to him.

Come on.

Follow me.

[door buzzes open]

Leave me.

-[door closes]
-Take a seat.

[sinister music playing]

[Angel sighs]

Looks like you got yourself
into some trouble.

Nope.

No?

I don't know why I'm here.

You stole a car.

A car that belongs to a very bad person.

I didn't steal a car.

I say you did.

Oh, well, I didn't.

So…

Then who did?

[scoffs]

f*ck if I know.

I just… walked past it,

saw someone in the back,
and I wanted to see if he was okay.

What's wrong with that?

Just walked past it?

Yeah.

You have the worst f*cking luck.

Tell me about it.

Is there anything you wanna tell me?

No.

Though as a matter of fact,
I want a lawyer.

And where the hell do you think you are?

I'm in America, and I want a lawyer.

You're, uh… You're supposed
to give me one if I ask.

Yeah, but, uh, are you an American?

I mean, I know you speak good English,

but are you American?

Came over here when you were, what,
four years old?

Then I think it's time for you
to take yo a*s back to the D.R.

Fine.

You know, you are arrogant.

[scoffs] I got nothing else to say, so…

Hm.

Are you sure you don't…

wanna tell me anything?

You heard what I said.

Give it some time.

I promise you will.

[clears throat]

Hm.

[chuckles]

[chuckling] Mm.

Ah. See, that's got your attention. Huh?

What's her name? Um…

Yolanda, huh?

That's how you say it?

[in Spanish accent] Yolanda?

Yeah.

That's a cute kid.

So, Angel…

cut the crap.

We all know you soft
as a m*therf*cking cloud.

I'm gonna need to know everything,

everything about Horace and Kimmie.

So you better get to talkin'.

Or else I'll just send Officer Trackson
to go have a talk…

with Yolanda.

Hm?

And you know that big, stupid n*gga
don't speak Spanish.

All he speaks is death,
destruction, and "f*ck her up."

Or, you know, I could just
have him pick up your son.

Take him for a swim.

Talk.

[scoffs] Oh, wow.

Kid means nothing to you.

Okay.

Does yours mean something to you?

[tense music playing]

Tiffany, right?

She's, what, ten?

Yeah.

[chuckles] You know, you got me
running scared for a long, long time.

But the position I'm in right now…

♪ I got the power ♪

You wouldn't wanna piss me off.

No.

Like I said,

I want my call…

and I want my lawyer.

Ay, Dios mío.

[speaking Spanish]

Horace gave you some ba*ls.

I want my call.

-Officer Trackson.
-[door buzzes]

Yes, sir?

I need you to take that ride.

[Trackson] Oh, yes, sir.

Oh, and… I need you to send me a video

of what you do to his kid.

[Trackson] Can't wait.

Will do.

[Jules] Hm.

-No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
-No, no, no, no. You had your chance.

-Jules, I'll tell you what you wanna know.
-Threaten my daughter?

-You really f*cked up, man.
-No, just wait a second.

Jules, wait a second. Jules!

[door buzzes open]

[door shuts]

[dramatic sting]

Hello. I'm Donna.
You must be Mrs. Bellarie.

Uh, hi. Yes. [clears throat]

I'm a personal shopper,
and I was asked by your husband

to visit a few stores
ahead of your arrival.

Here are some things
that we think you may like.

[soft ambient music playing]

Um…

All of it is really nice,
but it's… it's not me.

Well, he said you may say that.
But when you show up at the office,

we believe it's power suits
and dresses that work.

Now, do you like any of the colors?

-[hesitates]
-[Rain] She loves them.

[Donna] Perfect.

They're all in your size.
Would you like to try them on?

Yes.

-Rain… [scoffs]
-[Rain] She will.

All right, well, let me get you set up.

Thank you.

[Kimmie sighs]

b*tch, when you walk into that office,
you need to be on fire.

[exhales deeply]

Do you see the price tags on this stuff?

b*tch, don't look at the price.

At least that's what I heard.

Yeah, but we do.

Not no more.

Damn!

Ooh, I want these.

-Look how much that costs.
-I don't care.

-Matter of fact, we getting two of each.
-[Sylvie] Why?

Sylvie, you need to try
to find something too.

This is not me.
This is, like, old people stuff.

-Sylvie.
-It is.

Just go look.

[Kimmie] She's right.

We don't need two of each.

One for us, one to sell.

We gotta put some money
to the side. Hello?

-I knew what your a*s was thinking.
-Yeah, 'cause I ain't no fool.

I do wonder how much access
I have to cash though.

Let's go find out.

How?

You got a credit card and a debit card,

so we should go to the bank after this.

This sh*t is actually happening.

We rich, b*tch.

[both chuckling]

["Waterfall" by She'Chinah playing]

♪ Don’t ♪

♪ Don't have time to waste ♪

♪ Took me an era of my life ♪

♪ Just to get to this place ♪

♪ You can find me at the spot ♪

[music ends]

[siren wails]

[phone ringing]

All right.

Now, we are always here 24-7.

This is my personal number,

and my home number's on the bottom
if you need anything.

Um, thank you.

What can we do for you today?

-So, uh, we wanted to know--
-Uh… [clears throat]

She.

I wanted to know
the balance on the account.

Oh, yes. Um…

Your account balance
is $1.5 million in the checking

and $1.7 million in the savings.

[keyboard clacking]

And… and… and that's in my name?

Yes.

And my husband's too?

Uh, no. This is a single account.

So she can do whatever she wants with it?

Yes.

We'd like the cash.
Tens and twenties, please.

-[chuckles] I'm sorry?
-No, we… we don't want the cash.

But I would like to open two accounts.

One for my friend here
and one for my sister.

And I want $500,000 in each account.

[Quayla] Oh, sure. Um…

We can do that, no problem at all.

Uh, we would also gladly do all of this
over the phone for your convenience.

Well, we're here now. [chuckles]

[Quayla] I will be right back.

[chuckles nervously] Excuse me.

[meekly] You're really doing this for me?

What? Yeah. [chuckles]

Kimmie…

We in this sh*t. [laughing]

[chuckles] Yeah.

Go grab Sylvie.

Okay.

[laughing]

[Rain] Holy sh*t!

Kimmie.

Mrs. Bellarie.

-Mrs. Bellarie.
-What?

It's about us trusting each other, right?

That's what I said.

[exhales]

I got some information for you.

But, uh, no one can know
it's from me, all right?

So, what is it?

Just promise me.

Otherwise, I'm f*cked.

I mean, it's not something
Horace could find out?

[Alex sighs]

Angel's in jail.

What? Wh… Why?

He went down for the car that you stole.

[sighs] Oh, sh*t.

Now, just… just… just don't tell
anybody, please. Don't tell him.

Get the f*ck out.

-Now.
-[Alex] Yes, ma'am.

[line ringing]

-[cell phone rings]
-[sighs]

Yeah.

Horace, Angel is in jail.

[Horace] For what?

For that car that I stole.

Wait, what?

They found him outside that car.

sh*t.

What is it?

-I just authorized them to--
-[Kimmie] To what?

[hesitating] Uh, I… I… I gotta go.

Horace, authorized them to what?

Look, he's… he's gonna be k*lled.

What? Wait. [scoffs]

-[Horace] I gotta go.
-He--

Hello… Hello?

[sighs]

-[door buzzes]
-[Trackson] Your lucky day, huh?

[chuckles] Give me that.

No f*cking luck in this world.

Yeah, but for you, it is.

Yeah, whatever.

Just be careful. I'll see you at the club.

[line rings]

On the move.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[exhales deeply]

f*ck.

[sighs]

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

[crowd clamoring]

[camera clicking]

[tires screech]

["Stepping on Tops" by Juwon playing]

♪ OG, oh ♪

♪ We like a band
How we march on the block ♪

-♪ We like a band we march on the block ♪
-♪ OG ♪

♪ Gotta beef
And kinda go stupid, aye ♪

♪ Bigger the n*gga
The bigger the shot ♪

♪ We like a band
How we march on the block ♪

♪ We got a drum
And a stick on a GL*CK ♪

♪ They say it's hot
When we step in the spot ♪

♪ I got my foot on the gas, I won't stop ♪

-♪ Skrrt ♪
-♪ You know we stepping on tops ♪

♪ Take off my shirt
When I pop me a yop ♪

♪ She came out her skirt
Now she climbing on top ♪

♪ Ay, I bet this choppa
A wake up the block ♪

♪ I got a U*i, I'm letting it rock ♪

♪ YouTube gone tell you
That all of these props ♪

♪ But we just say that for the cops ♪

♪ Designer on me when I step in the spot ♪

♪ Got the Louie
The Gucci, the Fendi, the Wok ♪

♪ We running the play
And threw two to his top ♪

♪ You know that I'm faded
Four lines in this pop ♪

♪ Amiri jeans, Balenciaga tee ♪

♪ So fresh and so clean ♪

♪ I don't just f*ck anything no more ♪

♪ So b*tches think I'm mean ♪

♪ Mix that Louie with Supreme ♪

♪ My stroke game good
It make her scream ♪

♪ Gotta be at least a eight ♪

♪ I'm not just f*cking anything ♪

♪ Hey, you want Ju or you want me ♪

♪ I'm too P
Won't make a scene ♪

♪ As soon as he f*ck her
He pass her to me ♪

♪ As soon as I f*ck her
She back to the streets ♪

♪ We was just playing
With scats in the streets ♪

♪ When I'm in a black
Know I'm packing it deep ♪

♪ We in the black
And we strapped with the heat ♪

♪ We got a drac in the back of the seat ♪

♪ As soon as I pop out
Just grab me my heat ♪

♪ You was f*cking with bro
Now you f*cking with me ♪

♪ My n*gg*s so playa
We don't give no f*ck 'bout these hoes ♪

♪ Before she knew it
She f*cking the team ♪

♪ n*gg*s be b*tches
They tender just like these lil hoes ♪

♪ You called me and asked for receipts ♪

♪ He mad me and Brodie
Just made that b*tch touch her lil toes ♪

♪ She a freak, she jumped on the D ♪

♪ Ay, bigger the n*gga
The bigger the shot ♪

♪ We like a band
How we march on the block ♪

♪ We got a drum
And a stick on a GL*CK ♪

♪ They say it's hot
When we step in the spot ♪

♪ I got my foot on the gas, I won't stop ♪

-♪ Skrrt ♪
-♪ You know we be stepping on tops ♪

♪ Take off my shirt
When I pop me a yop ♪

♪ She came out her skirt
Now she climbing on top ♪

♪ I bet this choppa a wake up the block ♪

♪ I got a U*i I'm letting it rock ♪

♪ YouTube gone tell you
That all of these props ♪

♪ But we just say that for the cops ♪

♪ Designer on me when I step in the spot ♪

♪ Got the Louie, the Gucci
The Fendi, the Wok ♪

♪ We running the play
And threw two to his top ♪

♪ You know that I'm faded
Four lines in this pop ♪

♪ I'm a pro ♪

♪ OG ♪

[music fades]