02x13 - Boom!

[bunniefuu]

-[Angel] He shot up the club.
-[g*ns firing]

-[Rain] Who?
-[Angel] Horace!

-sh*t.
-[Varney] Get out of my house.

-[Charles] I'm not done. Give me a kiss.
-Get the f*ck out!

Whoa, whoa! Varney!

-[Rain] Whose house is that?
-[Alex] Roy and Mallory's.

Somebody screaming?

-You better not save that m*therf*cker!
-[coughs]

-Mrs. Bellarie!
-You coughing, b*tch?

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

I was forced to be with him.

Wait, forced? What do you mean, forced?

Gonna have to take my son
off life support.

[Sylvie] I'm so sorry.

[Jules] What are you so sorry about?

[dramatic sting]

[dog barking]

[distant sirens wailing]

[Jules] What were you saying?

[ventilator beeping]

Nothing.

[tense music playing]

You know my son?

He was just really nice to me.

Nice to you how?

Um, well, he was showing me
how to ride the horses.

Is that so?

-I should go.
-No, no, no, no. No, no.

-Really, I could--
-No, I--

I insist.

I have to…

make a really hard decision.

What's that?

I have to take him off life support.

What?

He's brain-dead.

But you seem really emotional
for somebody…

who just met.

How'd you meet?

[splutters] The other day…

[Jules] Mm-hmm.

How?

I was walking the stables,
and he was teaching me how to--

All about the horses.

And he was so nice.

Do you know what happened?

No.

Well… Well, he fell.

Did you see him fall?

No.

Are you sure?

[hesitates] Yes. I should go.

No, no, no. No, no. Please.

I could really, really…

use the extra support.

-I have to get back to--
-Please. I said…

I insist.

Sit.

Sit down.

[unsettling music playing]

[dramatic sting]

[Jules sighs]

You're gonna help me through this.

[door opens]

Dr. Hollis.

Yes, sir.

-You can do it.
-You don't wanna wait for your wife?

[sharply] I said, you can do it.

Yes, sir.

I'll need to get over to where you are.

[tense music playing]

[ventilator beeping]

[monitor chirps]

Will he be in any pain?

No.

We'll be right outside.

[door opens and closes]

I'm so sorry.

[pensive music playing]

[cell phone buzzing]

Horace?

[Yolanda] Who the f*ck is Horace?

Yolanda, I don't have time for this sh*t.

[Yolanda] Nah, you don't, do you?

Yo, why did you do that to the car?

[chuckles] You ain't seen sh*t yet.

[Angel] Yolanda,
do not touch that f*cking car.

Too late. We already did.

Yo, it's not mine!

[Yolanda] Oh yeah?

And the n*gga who owns that car

is the one who had the club
shot up last night.

[Yolanda] Oh yeah?

I'm not playing with you.

[Yolanda] You got
all that damn money to throw away,

but you can't help me.

[Angel] Help you?
You don't want me to help you.

[scoffs] I'm going to court this morning,

and I'm putting yo a*s on child support.

Get the f*ck off my phone.

[Yolanda] Go get the car.

Go get it. See what I left you.

Why are you like this?

Because you made me like this.

f*cked-up-a*s b*tch.

[horses nickering]

[line ringing]

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

Hey, Horace. Good morning.

Hope you're feeling better.

Call me back
when you get this message, a'ight?

I miss you. [exhales heavily]

And I wanna talk to you

and see how your treatment's goin'.

All right. [clicks tongue]

I'll be sitting right here all day.
I'm not going anywhere.

I…

can't wait to hear your voice.

What the f*ck am I doin'?

[cell phone ringing]

[unsettling music playing]

[Charles] What the f--

No, are you f*cking kidding me?

[breathes deeply]

Hello.

[woman] Who is this?

Who is this?

Where's Olivia?

This is her son.

[woman] Her son. Which one?

Nah, who is this?

I'm a friend of your mother's.

I need to talk to her.

[Charles] About what?

Excuse me?

You sent some old nasty texts
to my mom about some money.

[woman] Well, your mother
owes my boss a lot of money.

And who's your boss?

Where is your mother?

Hold on.

Excuse me. Is my mother back in the room?

Yes, she just came back from X-rays.

Okay, can you show me to her, please?

[door opens]

[Olivia groans]

[whining] Charles,
I am still in such pain.

[groans]

Phone's for you.

Who is it?

Answer it.

Charles, I'm not in the mood for no sh*t.

Who is it?

[woman] Olivia, this is Gina.

[ominous music playing]

[pleasantly] Hi. How are you?

I was calling to check on you.

Oh, thank you, thank you.
[spluttering] I'm gonna be fine.

[Gina] Well, you know
you won't be in two days.

[hesitating] Yeah, I… I know.
But you know what?

I am gonna be just fine,

because I--

I am sure that everything is all in place.

Yeah, well, you better be,

or we are going to find you.

Yes, well, don't you worry one bit, okay?

And thank you for calling.

You take care.

Bye-bye.

So who was that?

Oh, it was just, uh, one of the ladies
from the church.

She's… She's so worried about me.

Yeah, I'm sure.

What'd the doctor say?

I'mma be fine.

They gonna fix me up.

[distant sirens wailing]

Okay.

Are you going to get the money today?

[tense music playing]

Mom, I don't have that kind of money.

Well, then you call Mallory,

or Roy.

They don't have it either.

Then why don't you ask Attorney Varney?

You and he--

What?

Nothing.

Charles, look,

you gonna have to get me that money.

The cleanup that they did at your place,

that sh*t was not cheap.

No, it wasn't.

It was really, really expensive.

Yes.

Yes, it was.

I've never heard
of that price before, Mama.

Have you ever done
anything like that before?

You know I called you when I needed you?

And you better be glad that you did.

My own mother…

Helped you.

…is trying to rob me.

What?

To pay that woman on the phone.

Or what, her boss?

[scoffs]

[chuckling] What?

I read the text messages, Mama.

You really trying to take my money?

What f*cking money?

We gave you everything you got.

I helped you.

Now we got to pay these people.
I got to pay these people.

Or what?

Well…

let's just say…

that those body parts…

might show up somewhere
you don't want them to.

My own mother.

The same mother

who endured all kinds of sh*t

for your a*s to be here.

I love you.

-[sighs]
-[door closes]

[church bell tolling]

[in Italian] This… is good.

[Horace chuckling]

I'm doing better?

Yes, sir.

I feel better.

Good.

Very good, thanks.

Would you like to take a walk?

A walk?

Yes. You have to move.

You've been in this bed too long.

Yes.

You must move.

[snaps fingers]

Let's get gelato.

[chuckling] Yes, all right.

Large-sized.

Okay, the nurse will be here soon
to help you get dressed.

Thank you.

No problem.

[door opens]

-[exhales sharply]
-[door closes]

[cell phone ringing]

[pensive music playing]

Hello.

Kimmie.

[Kimmie] Yeah. Hey.

How's it goin'?

So far, so good.

[Horace] You givin' them n*gg*s hell?

Every chance I get.

[chuckles] Good. I love it.

[Kimmie] How are you?

Um, I'm livin'.

Well, that's good, yeah?

[Horace] We will see.

But how's Attorney Varney?

[Kimmie] So I've done everything
that you told me to.

I'm verifying everything he says.

So far, he's… he's been upright.

[Horace] Okay, but…
[sighs] …something's bothering me.

What's that?

He delayed the will
that adds Rain and Sylvie.

[Kimmie] Why?

I don't know.

But I want you to corner
that m*therf*cker and find out.

All right.

[Horace] I'd call him myself,
but he'd just lie to me on the phone.

Okay, I got it.

So when are you getting
your sister out of there?

[Kimmie] I'm working on it.

Is she in danger?

[Horace] Not as long as she's in my house.

Okay.

And what is this about Jules' son?

[Kimmie] He fell in the barn.

Did you have anything to do with it?

No.

[Horace] Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. I… I wasn't even home.

Kimmie, there's something
you not telling me.

[softly] I can't talk.

[Horace] Alex is there?

-Mm-hmm.
-[Horace] Okay, um…

Well, when you get to the office, call me

so I can, uh… so I can handle it.

I will. [exhales sharply]

But, Horace, I need Attorney Varney.

Yeah, just keep him close.

[Kimmie] All right. Rain is out right now.

No, she'll be okay.

I was just calling because, uh…

The delay, that's all.

[Kimmie] I got it. I'll talk to you soon.

Okay.

Bye.

[cell phone ringing]

[distant sirens wailing]

Good morning.

[Kimmie] When will it be done?

Yeah, I'm here at the office now,
and I'm implementing them.

And this will be effective when?

[Varney] As of today.

Okay, good.

Is there anything else?

[Kimmie] Yeah, is the addendum filed?

The one protecting Rain and Sylvie.

What other addendum is there? Yes.

The clerk should have it filed
this morning.

[Kimmie] Didn't Horace
tell you to get it done?

Yeah, there was a discrepancy
with the language.

I need to see you
as soon as I get in the office.

[Varney] Yes, ma'am.
Is there anything el--

[Alex snickering]

What?

Nothing.

What you laughing at?

Something funny?

It's just a trip.

What is a trip?

You were just working
for Jules at the club.

Now you're running all this.

Oh.

Okay, so you're…

You're what, impressed?

I am.

Why is Rain so gung-h* on you?

What y'all got going on?

-What?
-Why does she like you so much?

What's up with y'all?

We just had a few things
we had to take care of.

Such as?

Look, aren't you two close?

Yes, very.

She should be the one that tells you.

I'm asking you.

So tell me.

Nah. I'm not getting
in the middle of that.

Oh.

So you do know how to shut the hell up.

[smacks lips]

Yes, ma'am.

Ah-ah. That is talking. Shh.

[Alex scoffs]

[door opens]

[somber music playing]

[Varney] Well, you look like sh*t.

And are those the same clothes
you had on last night?

You're not gonna ask me
how my mother's doing?

How's your mother?

She's a cold b*tch. Mm.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

But I need you to leave.

I gotta get back to work.

You don't even give a sh*t, do you?

Charles, I'm not gonna do
the drama with you.

Not today.

That new piece of a*s
got you feeling this bold, huh?

I tried to help you.

You ain't tried to do sh*t for me.

This is not the time,

nor the place.

[Charles] No.

It's the time, and it's the place.

Okay.

You wanna vent?

Go ahead.

Nobody loves me.

[breathing shakily]

Well… that's because you make it hard

for anyone to love you.

So you saying I make it hard
for my own mother to love me?

Charles…

let me give you some advice.

You need to stop doing the drugs and sh*t,

'cause your stepmother is gonna implement

mandatory drug testing.

What?

Yeah.

No, no, no. She… She can't do that.

She can,

and she has.

And in the will,
it says that anyone that's--

An addict.

You don't wanna go down that road.

I just wanna get far away from here.

Maybe you should.

Varney, I need $200,000.

Go to the bank.

I don't have it.

Well, I can't help you.

Listen, Varney, I… I need you to help me
figure out how to get this money or my…

Or my mother will destroy me.

What?

She will.

Mm.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

I gotta get back to work.

Excuse me.

[helicopter blades whirring]

-Morning.
-Hey.

-Hi.
-You have a second?

Not right now.

I'm preparing somethin' for her.

Okay, when you finish, come to my office.

Will do.

Thanks.

[tense music playing]

I have everything in place for you.
It's all done.

Okay.

And when will it be filed?

The clerk has it as we speak,

and she's on her way.

Well, when is she taking it?

They open in an hour or so.

I need her name and number.

Here.

What, you don't trust me?

Okay.

[Varney exhales sharply]

There you go.

-So--
-That's all.

[line ringing]

Hi, this is Mrs. Bellarie.

Is this Cathy?

[Cathy] Yes, it is.

Great. I wanted to confirm

that you're at the courthouse
and filing the addendum.

[Cathy] That's correct, Mrs. Bellarie.

-Okay.
-[Cathy] It's in process right now.

I'm also gonna need you
to send me a video…

[Cathy] Sure.

…of exactly what you're doing
and where you're at.

[Cathy] That's no problem at all, ma'am.

-Wonderful.
-[Cathy] Is there anything else?

No, that's all. Thank you.

And just like that…

life is over.

I'm so sorry.

[cell phone buzzing]

Kimmie's calling you.

I'll… I'll call her back.

Mm-mm.

Answer it.

-I'll call her--
-Pick it up, now.

-I'll--
-Put it on the speaker.

Hello.

[Kimmie] Hello. Sylvie?

[Sylvie] Yeah.

[Kimmie] Oh, did I wake you?

[Sylvie whimpers]

[hesitates] Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Um, well, stay around
the house today for me.

[shuddering] Okay.

[Kimmie] Go ahead and go back to sleep.
I'll call you later.

Okay.

[inhales nervously]

[inhales nervously]

That was good.

Well, she told me to stay home,
so I'm gonna go home.

-No, you're not. No.
-I really need to--

No. You--

Stay right here.

Huh.

You know who I am?

No.

She told you who I am.

I'm Jules.

I… I don't know you.

Don't lie to me.

You know me.

No.

Mm, no?

Yeah, well,

you will.

[shuddering] I just really need to go.

I really need to…

My son

is going to the morgue,

and you going with me.

No.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Yeah. And you gonna tell me everything.

I don't… I don't know anything.

You know, there's no one
in here to help you.

We own this hospital.

And you coming with me.

[ominous music playing]

[cell phone ringing]

Hey, girl.

I'm almost at the lawyer's office.

[Kimmie] Oh, tell Bobby I said hi.

I will.

[Kimmie] Look,

I just talked to Sylvie.

I let her know I want her
to stay around the house.

I want you to do the same
when you're done.

Why? What's going on?

[Kimmie] The addendum to the will
that protects y'all isn't done yet.

It should be done any second,
but, you know, just to be safe.

[Rain] Girl, we're okay. We're good.

Let's get this in order first, all right?

Well, I'm fine.

I'm about to go get this club.

[Kimmie] Are you sure
you really wanna do that?

Yes. [scoffs]

But I do have a little favor to ask.

You think I could hold, like, 75,000?

Seventy-five grand?

[Rain] Yeah.

From the money you put in my account?

Wait, he… he only wants


[Rain] Girl, he on that sh*t.

He act like it was a billion
when I said yes.

[Kimmie sighs] Rain, um…

[tsks] Come on, Kimmie.

He's about to meet me out the back.

And you're really sure you wanna do this?

We got some real
f*cked-up memories at that place.

I know. But, Kimmie, you know me.

That's where I thrive.

Yeah, I know.

But still.

[Rain] I got it. sh*t.

And I won't be trafficking nobody.

But Jules still has women
going through the club.

You do know that, right?

[Rain] Right. And don't you
wanna take down all his businesses?

Look, he's very pissed right now
about his son.

Kimmie, come on now.

[Kimmie] You know what?

If this what you wanna do…

I do.

And it's only 75 grand.

[Kimmie] I got you.

Make it happen.

Okay. Thank you.

I just got to the office though.
Let me call you later.

[Rain] Oh. All right, girl.

Look, I'm coming by later so we can pop
some bottles of champagne, b*tch.

You need to go home.

[Rain] I'll be safe with you.

I'm coming over there.

Yeah, that's true. All right.

I'm with it.

All right. I'll see you in a minute.
I can't wait to see my b*tch running sh*t.

-Girl, bye.
-[Rain] Bye.

[knocking on glass]

Can I come in?

-Yeah.
-Thanks.

[sighs] You okay?

Yes.

Don't ever think
I've seen you daydreaming before.

I wasn't.

Did you get some rest?

Great rest.

Good.

Did you see her across the hall?

Yeah, I saw her.

She can see
straight through these windows.

I know.

I want a wall put up.

Drapes, curtains,

cement, bricks, rocks.

That would just piss her off.

I don't give a f*ck.

Well, you may
when you hear what I have to say.

What?

-[Varney] Take--
-I just--

-Mallory.
-Get the f*ck out, Roy.

What are you doing here?

What's up, g*y b*tch?

Roy, did you hear me?

I don't give a sh*t. Did you know that

this m*therf*cker burned
most of our house down last night?

Oh. Did you know that this m*therf*cker
brought a h* from the club

to our house in our bed?

Did you know that this m*therf*cker
tried to sh**t me last night?

Did you know that this m*therf*cker
missed this m*therf*cker,

and she wished she didn't?

[Roy] Mm.

[Roy scoffs]

-[Mallory scoffs]
-We can do this all day.

-You can always do this.
-We sure can.

But at the end of the day,
if I die, you're f*cking done.

I'm done? I'm done? You think I'm done?

-Why the f*ck are you here anyway?
-You think so?

-Look at you, all paranoid and sh*t.
-Shut the hell up.

You just keep talking sh*t.

Are you trying to f*ck up my will?

No.

You're not? Are you lying to me?

No.

I can't even change your will
if you're not present,

with a witness.

Hm. You must've forgot who I'm married to.
This b*tch wanna f*cking f*ck it all up.

-Call me a b*tch again.
-What are you gonna do, Mallory?

-Call me a b*tch again.
-You're not gonna do sh*t.

-b*tch, b*tch, b*tch.
-Call me a b*tch. Say it again.

-Keep saying it.
-I said it.

Keep saying "b*tch."

[clattering]

-You lost your mind.
-I lost my mind?

-That's why I'm about to divorce your a*s.
-You do it. Do it.

-You gonna do--
-What is going on in here?

-Do it.
-None of your f*cking business.

-Why you even in here?
-Say that again.

Will you just get the f*ck out?

-Varney.
-Yes.

Did you tell him the policy
that I implemented as of this morning?

[Varney] I didn't, but I'd love to.

Mrs. Bellarie added language
to the contract

that reduces your shares

for certain behavior.

And what's that?

Erratic behaviors from drugs.

Hmm. Mm.

Well, if you didn't know,
my, uh… my grandfather's will is solid,

so you just can't add
any addendums like that.

I didn't.

I simply know how to read and comprehend

the language that was already there.

You don't understand sh*t.
You act like you so smart. You don't.

Roy, this is a cup.

Drug testing was in his will.

There you go.

Take it.

Varney, can you please explain to him?

So when your grandfather wrote it,
it was in his will.

But when he wrote it,

there was no language
on drug testing like it is today.

So…

in other words…

pick up your cup.

[dramatic sting]

[Kimmie scoffs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

You happy about that, huh?
You did this sh*t.

-Not at all.
-No, you f*cking did.

This b*tch really trying
to dilute my shares.

[breathing angrily]

f*ck both of y'all for that sh*t.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[exhales] So…

can she really dilute his shares?

Yes.

Well, what happens to mine?

Same.

'Cause I'm married to that m*therf*cker.

I'm afraid so.

Great.

Just great. [sighs]

[knocking on door]

Yeah.

-Hello, sir.
-No, I asked for the security.

Yes, he's on his way.

-Okay.
-May I get you anything?

No, no, I'm good.

-Very well.
-Ha-- Has Mr. Bellarie called?

No, he has not, sir.

sh*t!

Would you like me
to reach out to him, sir?

No, I… I've been calling him all morning.
He's not answering.

Very well.

[door closes]

[tense music playing]

Hey, man. Um…

-You called me, sir?
-Yeah. So I was at the club last night.

[spluttering] Um, the… the car was--

Yes, sir?

The car was left at the club.
Can you, uh… Can you go get it?

Hmm. Well, I think that
you should go get the car, sir.

I'm sorry?

Yeah. It's one of his favorite cars.
He said that you should go get the car.

You talked to him?

Yeah, a little while ago.

[spluttering] What else did he say?

That you should go get the car.

Anything else, sir?

No.

Okay, sir. Have a great day.

[door opens]

[car horns honking]

I need to figure this out.
She can't make me piss in no damn cup.

sh*t.

[muttering] This f*cking sh*t.

[exhales sharply]

-Stupid sh*t.
-Roy. Roy.

[sighs] Did they make you piss in a cup?

I need to talk to you about Mom.

Yeah, okay,
but did they make you piss in a cup?

-How much coke have you done?
-Not enough, n*gga.

My life is falling apart
right now. [breathing heavily]

Listen, I need to talk to you, man.

I'm listening. What's up?

You been in this f*cking mood lately.
What's going on? I'm listening. What's up?

You not, though.

You know, I'mma divorce Mallory?

No, Roy, you can't do all that coke
with your ADHD medication.

-You know this.
-f*ck you.

You don't know me.

Why do I ever talk to you?

I don't know.

I don't know why you try to talk to me.

And you stink, n*gga. You need a bath.

And I need a f*cking lawyer.

Okay.

Just forget it.

Cheer up, n*gga.
You been somber and sad as f*ck and sh*t.

[upbeat electronic music playing]

Hey.

Rain?

sh*t! What are you doing here?

I'm here to see Bobby.

He's… He's in there.

Yeah.

Damn. You look good.

Thank you.

Girl… [clears throat]

…you got your a*s done?

Really?

I mean, you…

You look good.

Thanks.

Look, I'm waitin' on somebody.
Can you send him in when he gets here?

-Yes.
-All right, I'm about to call him.

-Let me check on Bobby.
-Okay.

[line ringing]

Hello.

[Giovanni] I'm close. I'm close.

All right. Did you bring the will?

[Giovanni] I got the will.
You got the money?

-I got that.
-[Giovanni] Okay.

-All right, I'll see you in a minute.
-[Giovanni] All right.

[distant sirens wailing]

Now I know that ain't Rain.

[chuckling] In the flesh.

Hey, Bobby.

Damn, you look good.

[secretary] I told her that.

[Rain] Thank you.

[Bobby] When she said you were callin',
I was so happy.

Yeah.

How's Kimmie?

She's good.

Man, I was so worried
when I was defending y'all.

Yeah. [sighs]

But thank God the judge was a Christian
and he let you off.

Mm. Yeah, thank God.

And that, uh, police officer, Jules,

he was a godsend too.

Yeah,

he was.

So, uh, what can I do for you?

I wanna buy a club.

Damn, life must be goin' really good.

[chuckles] I'm doin' okay.

What club is this?

Delinda's.

Oh, sh*t.

You gonna buy that place?

Yeah.

[sighs] There's a lot of bad sh*t
that happened there.

I know.

That's why I wanna buy it. Clean it up.

You know the owner died.

Yeah, I know.

It's actually her son
that's meeting me here. He's on the way.

Oh.

Oh, he's here now.

[Bobby exhales sharply]

Hey.

Come on in.

This is Giovanni.

I am so sorry to hear about your mama.

[Giovanni] Yeah, thanks, man.

Look, I just wanna sell this club,
get my money, and be done.

Well, come on,
let's… let's talk about this.

So um, how is it your club?

He has a will.

Let me see it.

[papers rustling]

[Bobby sighs]

Okay.

Come on.

[door opens]

Where the hell you been all night?

What's wrong with you?
You just left out of here.

Where have you been?

-With my man.
-Mm.

[chuckles] So you on
that bold sh*t, I see.

-Yes, I am.
-Hm.

I mean, you know the girl I was with--

The girl that you were with
almost got roasted.

Ooh. Ooh.

So that b*llet almost hitting your head
wasn't enough?

You really wanna do this sh*t?
You know, Mallory, I'm… I'm really…

-I'm kinda over this sh*t.
-Over it? You kinda over it? I'm over it.

-Been over it, huh?
-I've been over it.

Let's get it done.
I want a f*cking divorce.

Okay, do it.

-I'm doing it.
-Do it.

What's crazy I was on the phone
with a lawyer this morning.

A lawyer this morning?
It's 8:15 in the morning, Roy.

-You don't think I know m*therf*ckers?
-I don't.

-I know people.
-I don't. Do you know people?

-I do know people. You know what's crazy?
-Who you know, Roy?

-Lena.
-Who you know? Lena?

-Mm-hmm.
-You got Lena's a*s?

[chuckling] Yeah.

Lena, ambulance-chasing litigator?
You got her to file for your divorce?

-She filed it.
-That's just some--

She filed it. Don't be surprised
when yo a*s gets served.

I… I probably won't
if you got her doing it.

-She gonna do it.
-She gonna do it?

-It's… It's official.
-Okay.

-Fo sho.
-Okay, Roy.

You think that sh*t you pulled last night
was the final straw?

-b*tch, I pulled?
-Mm-hmm.

-What you mean, I pulled?
-sh*t you pulled.

I'm done, Roy.

-You done?
-I'm done.

You know the great thing
about life right now?

-Mm-hmm?
-My daddy dyin'.

He dyin'. He about to be dead.

You ain't got no one
to protect yo stupid a*s anymore.

[Mallory] Oh.

It's a beautiful sight.

-Get out of here.
-Wonderful.

Get out of here, Roy.

Go and file for that divorce.

Mm. I will.

-Like I said, she handling it.
-[Mallory] File for divorce.

That's what I'm gonna do.

What did I walk in on?

Hi, Uncle Norman.

Hey.

[Mallory] Hey.

Uncle Norman, I was talking to my wife.

I don't like the way
you were talking to her.

I really don't give a sh*t, Unc.
Why the f*ck are you here right now?

I own this company.

No.

I own this company.

Oh, we all own this company,

so no need to take out
your rulers, little boys.

Exactly, 'cause I don't need a ruler.
I need a m*therf*cking yardstick. Fo sho.

This clown.

Will you just please
get out of my wife's office?

[chuckling]

Oh, that's funny. Your wife?

Yeah, my wife.

That's funny, 'cause you don't do sh*t.

I don't do sh*t?

See, the thing about it, Unc,
I try to respect you so much.

You be talking so much sh*t.

And I gotta remind you, I'm not Charles,

so I will beat yo a*s.

I don't see nothing
but air and opportunity.

-Oh, is that right? For real?
-That's right.

I'm not scared of you, Unc.

I'm not scared of you either.

Uncle Norman.

[Roy snickering]

How can I help you, Uncle Norman?
We have a lot going on today.

I came by to see
if I could take Mallory to lunch.

My wife to lunch?
You wanted to take her out?

Yes.

You wanted to take my wife to lunch?

She ain't going nowhere with you.

[exhales] I'm sorry.
This is really bad timing, Uncle Norman.

Yeah, yeah.
It's… It's… It's always a bad time.

Listen, I have something private
that I wanna talk to you about.

Didn't we talk in private enough
the other night?

No, we didn't do enough talking
because you had this b*tch a*s n*gga.

Mm, mm, mm.

I'm the b*tch a*s n*gga?

Hm. That's crazy. Mm.

I… I… I have something
that I wanna share with you.

[ominous music playing]

And what the f*ck you gotta share?

Mallory, please.

Please.

No.

Why are you so f*cking desperate?
This sh*t is weird, man.

No? [chuckles]

No.

No.

[laughing] No?

No. She said no.

-[Roy] Yeah, she did.
-Ha!

No?

[laughs]

No?

No?!

What the f*ck?

[shouting] Where's Calvin?

[Roy] What the f*ck is he talking about?

The dude that was driving her,
the one that she got rid of?

What are you talking about, Uncle Norman?

The one that she was f*cking?

Look at that.

Look at that.

You was talking all that sh*t
and you doing that sh*t, huh?

[Norman] That's right.

Uncle Norman, I don't know
where you got that video from,

but it's not real.

[chuckling] Right.

Look, all you had to do was tell me
this little b*tch wasn't putting it down,

and I could've handled it for you.

-You know what I'm sayin'?
-[Roy scoffs]

Uncle, you is a funny m*therf*cker.

You could've handled it?

-You?
-Yeah.

-You?
-Yeah.

Mm. Mm-mm-mm.

Well, since you want to f*cking have
breaking news on this m*therf*cker…

-What?
-It's so crazy.

Because the woman
that you so desperately wanna f*ck

is the same one…

that k*lled the woman
that you were f*cking.

Roy… [clears throat]

-What happened to your wife, Unc?
-Don't believe him.

She ran over that b*tch
like a speed bump.

[dramatic music playing]

[music continues]

[music fades]