03x06 - A Pack of Wolves

[bunniefuu]

I want the entire board in my office
within an hour.

One of the board members was having
the hospital poison Mr. Bellarie.

It was all Norman's doing.

[tense music playing]

I told him I was sorry.

You think just 'cause you say sorry,
that means everything okay.

[Olivia] If they don't show you
that damn money,

you don't give them sh*t.

[Varney] I need to drop a package off
and to pick one up.

And I need somebody to watch my back.

-[swords swishing]
-[grunting]

Is Norman still in jail?

[Horace] He's what?

Time to pay the devil.

[music ends]

When did you get out?

You thought you got rid of me.

No, I just--

You ran over my wife.

That's not true.

[tense music playing]

Why don't you just f*cking admit it?

I didn't.

Jules told me everything.

He's lying.

[chuckling] He's lying? Why would he lie?

You put him away too.

No, that was Kimmie.

[Norman chuckling]

[sighs] So you not gonna take
responsibility for none of this sh*t?

You know what? I'm not gonna do this.

I don't know how you got out,
but you need to leave.

I need to leave?

You heard me.

No.

I'm gonna call security.

You'll be dead before they get here.

Don't threaten me.

[Norman] It's not a threat.

It's a promise.

You need to leave.

After you're dead.

[tense music continues]

You think I'm scared of you?

If you were smart, you would be.

Well, I'm not scared of you.

I'm Mallory.

I'm not scared of you,
and I'm sure as hell not afraid to die.

You sure about that?

Get the f*ck out of my house.

All you had to do was be nice to me.

What did I say?

All you had to do
was just give me some of that a*s.

Don't be disgusting.

[Norman] You just won't admit it, will ya?

Roy told me everything.

He told me about the tow yard.

That you were there.

He told me about the car.

He told me that you even k*lled
the tow-truck driver guy.

Yeah.

A little crack in your armor.

A little shock.

[tense music continues]

I got all the f*cking details, b*tch.

He even told me about my wife

being in the f*cking trunk of the car.

Are you done?

No…

but you are.

You're a f*cking disgusting
fried-haired b*tch.

I can smell you across the room.
You don't deserve to be in my family.

-[hesitates] I don't deserve?
-No, you don't deserve it.

You're f*cking trash.

Nothing but trash.

Nothing-a*s b*tch.

My brother should've left your a*s
at that foster care.

Mm, like all the other girls.

Yeah.

[Mallory] Hm.

[clicks tongue] Actually,
now I understand how you got out.

[sinister music playing]

Enlighten me.

Why didn't I think of this sh*t?

So your family
sponsors these girls' homes.

Right?

You had all these high-profile people

visiting in and out all the time

from all over the world.

Are you blackmailing them?

You should've been one of them,

but my dumbass brother--

I did it!

[slaps thighs] I did it.

You caught me.

sh*t.

I ran over that b*tch
like a possum in the rain.

And then Roy ran over that roadkill after.

Hm. It was actually an accident.

But if this causes you pain,
then, m*therf*cker, live in it.

Now get your sick,
disgusting m*therf*cking a*s

out of my f*cking house, b*tch.

[Mallory yelps]

[combat music playing]

[Norman groans]

[Mallory] You--

[Norman groans]

-[glass shattering]
-[Norman grunts]

[Mallory grunting, breathing heavily]

[Norman groaning]

[Mallory breathing heavily]

[both grunting]

[g*n clatters]

[Norman groaning]

[Mallory snarls]

[both grunting]

[both screaming]

[Mallory groans]

[combat music continues]

[Mallory breathing heavily]

[Mallory grunting]

[glass shatters]

[both grunting]

-[g*n fires]
-[Norman groans]

[Norman whimpering]

[tense music playing]

-[Norman groans]
-[Mallory breathing heavily]

[music fades]

[distant siren wailing]

{\an8}Wanted to see me?

{\an8}[Horace] Is it done?

{\an8}Oh yeah.

{\an8}Was it bad?

{\an8}Saw and drill.

{\an8}What'd you do with them?

{\an8}Wood chipper.

{\an8}Good.

{\an8}So am I your new Jules?

{\an8}[solemn music playing]

{\an8}You are.

{\an8}Thank you, sir. Thank you.

{\an8}[Trackson] May I offer you some insight?

{\an8}About what?

{\an8}Alex.

{\an8}What about him?

{\an8}He is not to be trusted.

{\an8}You're wrong.

{\an8}Am I?

{\an8}[Horace sighs]

{\an8}Yes.

{\an8}He turned on Jules.

{\an8}That's because he was working for me.

{\an8}I see. Okay.

{\an8}So where does your loyalty lie?

{\an8}I'm sorry, but when he turned on Jules,
I thought that was turning on you.

{\an8}It was.

{\an8}But Jules is gone now.

{\an8}Yes, sir.

{\an8}I'm ready to go home.

{\an8}Yes, sir. I'll… I'll get the car.

{\an8}I need to make a stop first.

{\an8}Yes, sir.

{\an8}[door opens]

{\an8}[muttering] Oh my God.

[door shuts]

Yeah. [sighs]

This is Horace. I'm on my way.

[tense music playing]

[Horace sighs]

[music ends]

[tense music playing]

[Charles claps]

Get your sh*t. Come on.

I have nothing here.

Give me your phone.

Why? No.

Give me your damn phone.

[Evan sighs]

[Evan speaking Spanish]
I'm so sick of this, man.

[phone unlocks]

[Varney] Charles. Charles.

What are you doin'?

I'm taking your number out of his phone.

Charles, if he wants to get to me,
that's not gonna stop it.

[Charles] Hm.

Now get your sh*t. Come on.

Charles, he was never living here.

Then why is he here?

-Can I just say thank you?
-[Charles scoffs]

You don't have nothin' to say to him.

Fine, I--

I'll just be at the club.

[Charles scoffs]

He don't care. [chuckles]

I'm sorry. And thank you.

[tense music continues]

-Bye-bye.
-[front door opens]

[smacks lips]

-[Charles exhales]
-[door shuts]

Charles.

[Charles] Hm?

Are you happy now?

[sighs] As soon as he's out of here.

You something else. [sighs]

What?

You could have every h* in town,

f*ck all of 'em,

k*ll a couple of 'em.

I got one little piece of a*s,

and you got a problem with that.

-Okay. [chuckling]
-Really, Varney?

Too soon. It's too soon. Too soon.

[Varney laughing]

[Charles] Yeah.

[Varney chuckling]

We just put the body parts in acid,
and you wanna do this?

Speaking of bodies…

[Varney grunts]

…that's all been taken care of.

-Has it?
-Yeah.

[ethereal music playing]

I gotta live with what I did.

And they were trying to k*ll you.

Remember that.

I'll try.

Well… [sighs]

…you'll be good
now that you going to rehab.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

[Charles sighs]

[Varney scoffs] Uh-uh.

Nah. Don't give me that look.

I'm not giving you no look. I'm goin'.

Okay.

Right.

I'm gonna get some things
to stay at your house.

Ooh. Why?

So I'll be closer when your father calls.

[tuts] Fine.

-Can you believe my mother?
-[Varney sighs]

Yeah.

I mean, being born to both of them.

Trust me, I get it.

-You don't never talk about yo parents.
-[sighs]

'Cause there's nothing
to talk about, Charles.

-[Varney sighs]
-Why?

We don't need to go down
that road tonight.

All right?

You know all my sh*t.

Let's go pack.

[Varney sighs]

-["BE US" by Max Mill playing]
-♪ All gas, no let up… ♪

[patrons cheering]

[man whooping]

[patrons chattering]

♪ Gold drip from the neck up… ♪

[Rain] Hey, y'all make sure y'all tippin'.

Welcome to Make It Rain's, b*tch.

It's a new day.

♪ n*gg*s can't match
My strength, my hustle… ♪

[Rain] Mm-hmm.

Michael.

Yeah.

See that bartender over there?

[Michael] Yeah, I see her.

-She's stealin'.
-Well, what you want me to do?

Bring her to my office.

-Okay.
-Now.

[Michael] I got you.

♪ Now they all trying to be us ♪

[music ends]

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Hey, girl. You comin'?

Yes, I am coming. I'm almost dressed.

Okay, good.
I can't wait for you to see my office.

I can't wait.
I'll be there in a little bit.

[Rain on phone] Now, wait,
now it ain't all fancy like yours.

But, you know, it's still cute.

I bet it is.

[Rain] All right,
I'll see you when you get here.

[chuckles] All right, bye.

[club music playing]

-[Rain] Oh.
-There she go.

You need to learn how to knock.

You serious?

Just 'cause you seen me up there
shaking my a*s on that stage,

don't mean you ain't gotta respect me.

I'm sorry.

Knock.

You serious?

[club music continues]

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

Can I come in?

I'm just playin', n*gga. Come on.

[scoffs] This b*tch.

[tense music playing]

[door shuts]

Give me all my damn money! Now!

I swear I don't know
what you're talking about.

See, I was really hoping
you would say that.

You see this right here?

That's you, ain't it?

[tense music continues]

-[meekly] Yeah.
-You think I don't know what you doin'?

[splutters] Look, I was just--
I promise I'm gonna pay--

Give me my f*cking money.

b*tch, go wash that sh*t in the sink
with yo nasty a*s.

Mike, watch her.

Can't stand no thief.

[cell phone ringing]

[tense music playing]

[bugs chirring]

-Hello.
-[Michael] Yo.

Hey, what's up?

[Michael] Trackson called looking for you.
He was asking if you were on your way.

Okay, good to know.

[Michael] But I was calling you
about Rain.

All right, talk to me.

[Michael] She's drunk off power, man.

She's treating these employees
worse than they treated her.

For real?

[Michael] Yeah.

All right, I'll talk to her.

[Michael] Okay.

[tense music continues]

-Yo, this is her calling me right now.
-[Michael] Okay, I'll holler.

Hello.

Hey. You bringing Kimmie to the club?

Oh, so that's where we're going.

Yeah, she coming here.

All right.

And what's going on
with that Sylvie situation?

[Alex] Nothing much.

You got somebody watching her?

Yeah.

[Rain] She ain't been to the police yet?

Nope.

[Rain sighs] All right.

You know if she does though,
we gotta pay them a little visit.

Are you… Are you sayin'
what I think you're sayin'?

You know exactly what I'm sayin'.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

All right. I'll see you when you get here.

All right.

[sighs] She really has lost it.

[club music blasting from venue]

Yo, what's up, man? You back?

Yeah.

You taking yo time
trying to get out there, ain't you?

I'm just thinkin', man.

You good?

Yeah.

How much you, uh…
how much you make so far?

[money rustling]

About 400.

But sh*t, if I go out back,
I know I'mma make a thousand.

[tense music playing]

Wait, why you looking like that?

[Angel scoffs]

I done had so much money, yo.

From here?

Never mind.

I mean, if you had--

I said… I said never mind.

Man, well, get yo a*s out there
and make some mo then.

n*gga…

that ain't no real money.
I done seen money.

-Oh yeah?
-Yeah.

sh*t, well put me on.

[scoffs] Whatever, bro.

[ethereal music playing]

Thank you for seeing me.

I was gonna call you.

Call me and say…

Tell you that he's out.

How the hell did that happen?

I think Judge, um…

Kilwins.

Yeah.

How'd you know?

He got 'em all by the ba*ls.

Wait, what?

Even your boss.

What?

[Horace] Yeah.

sh*t, I sh-- [thumps cane]

I should've known this.

Yeah, I was wondering why he was so upset.

He's blackmailing them all.

It runs so deep.

They should all be put in prison
for underage girls. It's disgusting.

[Paul] sh*t.

[sighs] How'd I miss that?

How the hell did I miss it?

So, what do we do now?

You know this-- This thing runs really,

really up high.

So what are you saying? We're powerless?

I'm never powerless.

Understood.

-Are you keeping an eye on him?
-Yeah.

[tense music playing]

[Horace] Careful.

'Cause he'll slip 'em.

He already has.

What about the other three?

-He didn't bring them.
-[Horace] Yeah.

He's out on that revenge thing now.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I wanna see them.

All together?

No, um, Jules and Roy first, then maybe…

Maybe Olivia.

Okay.

Right this way.

I gotta get out of here, man.

[tense music continues]

In due time.

Time ain't on our side right now.

Norman's working on it.

How'd he get out?

He has the plan.

And he gonna get us out?

[Jules scoffs]

I have my insurances.

He's definitely gonna get
my a*s out for sure.

You know I need that sh*t, boy. Mm.

Hm? What?

What you need?

I need a fix, n*gga.
I need to get the f*ck out of here.

Roy, don't even work yourself all up,
all right? You're not getting out.

-You just said we getting out.
-Me!

-[Roy] Jules, Jules, Jules.
-Me. I said me.

Look, look, whatever y'all got planned,
let me be a part of it.

Please, bro. Please.

You see how I'm doing. I'm not doing good
right now, for real. Get me out.

[tense music continues]

Now you beggin'.

Yes, n*gga, I'm begging. Yes.

So again, please.

Say you're a junkie.

[Roy] Mm.

[Jules] Hm?

-f*ck you.
-[Jules] Mm.

See?

You gonna have to clench yo a*s

'cause you gonna be in here
for a long time.

-[Roy chuckling]
-You gonna be sucking d*ck for a fix.

Mm-mm-mm. You got jokes, huh?
If I could get my hands on you--

No, hey, hey, hey. I--
Hey, I'm not into that.

Are you sure about that?

Horace.

Mr. Bellarie, m*therf*cker.

Horace.

I like it.

Damn, you look like sh*t.

'Cause I came from you.

Maybe not.

Your mother was such a wh*re.

Matter of fact,
you look more like that ditch digger

that was building our first home.

Go to hell, Dad.

Looks like you're already in it.

I hear you're having a hard time
finding a fix.

[Roy] Mm.

I'm perfectly fine.

Yeah.

I'll see them both.

I ain't got sh*t to say to you.

Paul?

[sinister music playing]

[Paul] Bring them both
to the interrogation room.

[door buzzing]

[muttering] Come on, come on.

[handcuffs clicking]

-[Jules] Take care of that?
-[Trackson] I can't do it.

Why not?

Mr. Bellarie told me I--

f*ck--

[Paul] All right, let's go. Move. Now.

[door buzzes, opens]

Wow, he's got it really bad.

[tense music playing]

I'mma tell you one more time, Pop,
leave me alone.

So, Jules…

Norman's out because he's got all this
sh*t on politicians, judges, and so on.

I need to know where…

Where he's keeping
all this blackmail evidence.

How would I know?

Because you're a wolf like me.

We protect ourselves,
and we eat our young to survive.

I don't know what you talkin' about.

I'm trying to give you a chance
to save yourself.

And what does that mean?

It means I will give you a light sentence.

And I walk.

No jail time.

So you do know somethin'?

[howling]

Hey, hey.

[Horace chuckling]

As you said…

I walk.

No jail time.

[tense music continues]

Wait, what about me?

Nah.

I'll get to you.

So?

So…

do you know where he might be keeping it?

I have an idea.

An idea isn't absolute.

I'm pretty sure.

Pretty sure isn't sure.

I can take you to it.

Okay.

That's what I'm talking about.

[Jules] But when I take you to get it,

I walk.

-I'd have to talk to my boss.
-[Jules] No, no, no.

You came to me with this bullshit.

[tense music continues]

That's the deal.

[inhales sharply] We'll get back to you.

Don't take too long.

[Paul] Agent.

Can we get him out of here?

[door buzzes, opens]

[Jules chuckles, clears throat]

[Jules howling]

[Roy sighs]

[Roy groans]

All right.

So…

Here.

What is this?

-You wanted the records.
-[sighs] Of what?

-What is this?
-Of how much money they were making.

[scoffs] He can't follow that, man.
He's too out of his mind.

I can f*cking read.

Well, then read that. Hm?

You see where they were giving you
pennies and taking millions?

And your dumb a*s is sitting in here,
and they're about to go free.

I should be free too then, huh?

That ain't gonna happen.

I thought you were gonna get to me.

I am, right now.

I'm gonna let yo dumb a*s rot in jail.

-Pops…
-Pops? [chuckling]

[Horace] Yeah,
that's the sound of them f*cking you

until you regret the day

that you said the things you said to me.

[shudders] What kind of father
are you, Pop?

[Horace] One who believes
in discipline and strength.

[Roy] Mm. Mm-mm. Mmm.

I have two sons
that were supposed to be my legacy.

[tense music continues]

-Both of you are f*cked up.
-'Cause you f*cked us up, n*gga.

You f*cked us up.

And yo a*s wanna talk about
f*cking legacy.

What kind of legacy?

You ain't sh*t.

Keep talkin'.

Like I said, Pop, you ain't sh*t.

[Horace] Okay.

-I'm not sh*t, huh?
-Yeah.

[Horace] I'm not sh*t.

[Roy sighs]

I'm gonna show you sh*t.

[pills rattling]

Look.

[Paul] Horace.

Look at him.

[Horace] Look how he light up.

He wants it.

You… You can't give him those.

I ain't gonna give them to him.

[Horace] They were prescribed to me
for my cancer.

Okay, you can put 'em away.

Look how he wants them.

Horace, please.

[tense music continues]

[Roy sighs]

[Horace] Roy…

I'm gonna enjoy watching you go to hell.

[Roy grunts, sighs]

-[Paul] Take him back.
-[door buzzes, opens]

[tense music continues]

[door closes]

[music stops]

[bugs chirring]

What's up, baby? [kisses]

So here is the brochure

to the program.

[tense music playing]

Varney, this is inpatient.

And you need inpatient.

You think I got it that bad?

Let me think about it.

Yes.

Even at the office,
they said I wasn't an addict.

So you're gonna listen to Kimmie?

Oh.

I… I don't wanna do this.

What do you mean you don't wanna do this?

After I gave that lady all that money,
you doing this.

Fine.

And you are not backing out
of talking to my father.

Charles, uh…

All right.

[tense music continues]

Okay. So we gonna tell him we dating?

We're not dating, we are together.

[ethereal music playing]

And you not backin' out?

No.

I mean, who cares?

They know anyway.

Okay, so when we gonna tell him?

[sighs] Tonight.

Tonight when I go over there.

I'm comin'.

No. I still don't think
that's a good idea.

I'm comin'.

All right.

But then right after that,

we goin' there.

Straight there.

-Okay.
-Good.

I love you, boy.

I love you too, Varney.

Give me this.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Trust me, it will.

I sure hope so.

Come on.

I got you. [chuckles]

After all these years…

What about 'em?

You do this sh*t to me.

Oh, you did this to yourself.

We have a child.

[tense music playing]

"A child"?

Children.

No, no. Go back. "A child"?

Horace.

Come on, it was a… a slip of the tongue.

Which one of them is Norman's?

Norman's?

[Olivia chuckling]

Neither of them.

They both belong to you.

[tense music continues]

You know I could find out.

Then do it.

No need.

Kimmie will give me an heir
that will be exceptional.

[guffaws] That dumb stripper?

She's gonna do that for you?

Well, it's too bad
that you won't be around to see it.

That's one of the things
I was comin' to talk to you about.

What?

Guess who's cancer-free?

Well, good for you.

[Horace] You know what else I found out?

Surprise me.

[inhales deeply]

[Horace sighs]

I was being poisoned.

That cancer cells were deliberately
being put into my body

at the very hospital

that my father founded.

Wow.

[tense music continues]

That sounds really awful.

Yeah, it is.

Who do you think would do such a thing?

You.

-What?
-And Norman.

Listen, Horace,
you have lost your damn mind.

I mean, I do want you dead,

but I wouldn't do that.

You would do anything for money.

I have my shares.

Had your shares.

Listen, I did not do sh*t to you.

Hey, somebody take me back to my cell.

[Olivia] I need to get away
from the presence of this sh*t.

Olivia…

I'm just waitin' to get proof

that you were involved in this.

Well, you keep waitin'.

Son of a b*tch.

Take me back to my cell.

You ain't in a hotel, Olivia.

[tense music continues]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[tense music continues]

[bugs chirring]

[James] Hello, sir. Here you go.

-[Horace] Thank you.
-[James] Mm-hmm.

-Is Angel here?
-[James] Uh, no, sir.

-When did he leave?
-Earlier today.

-Did he take anything with him?
-Not that I know of.

Go see if his things
are still in his room.

Yes, sir.

Let me get you situated over here.

[tense music continues]

[James] I know you like this spot.

[Horace sighs]

[Horace exhales]

[Kimmie] So you walk through the door
asking about Angel, huh?

What?

Back to that side? Yeah?

[sighs] I don't have a side.

Yeah, I know.

That's the problem.

Look, Kimmie, I don't wanna do this.

Do what?

I know what's happening here.

I… I mean, I've been through this before,
and I know what's happening.

Okay, what's happening?

I put the skill set on you,
and now you're sprung.

[Kimmie laughs]

For you to be so smart,

you are so damn dumb.

What?

Horace, I have had more sex than--

Oh, you told me that.

I know.

But you also said I was the best.

Let me tell you something.

No man on this planet

has ever cared for me or looked out for me

the way that you have.

So yes, I do feel…

something, but it… it… it's not
what you're talking about.

It's not what you're used to.

I'm learning who you are.

You ain't nothing but a k*ller
with enough money to cover it up.

[Kimmie] You're cold-blooded.

You have mood swings
at the drop of a dime.

[Horace] Oh, here we go.

You're emotional.

[tense music continues]

So yes, I'll admit…

I do care about you.

[Kimmie] And sure,

f*cking you was good.

But it was confusing…

and I hate being confused.

So let's not get it twisted.

I will get what I want.

I'm still Kimmie, m*therf*cker.

[footsteps approaching]

Sir.

What is it, James?

Mr. Angel's things are still here.

[sarcastically] Oh! Good for you.

That means he'll be back.

[Horace] Where you goin'?

Hey, Kimmie.

Kimmie, I… I… I need to talk to you.

[front door shuts]

sh*t.

Is there anything I can get for you, sir?

Have, uh, Whitman find out where Angel is.

Yes, sir.

[cane thumping]

♪ I tell a broad don't hate on me
'Cause I ain't you ♪

♪ But if I wasn't myself
I'd probably hate me too… ♪

Stop.

♪ Looked in the mirror and saw
Ain't nothing I can do… ♪

I said stop!

n*gga, what's wrong with you?

b*tch, this is only like $2.

-b*tch?
-Think that's gonna get you all this?

-The f*ck?
-So put--

-[crowd gasps]
-[patron grunts]

f*cking stupid a*s b*tch.

Hey, n*gga.

-She threw a drink in my damn face.
-Get off the damn stage.

-He needs to be fired.
-Who do you think you are?

-Who you think you talking to?
-I run this sh*t, b*tch.

-What the hell is going on?
-What?

I'mma sue you. And I'mma own
this m*therf*cker when I'm done with you.

I'm sorry, okay?

b*tch, f*ck your sorry.

[Rain scoffs]

They ain't gonna be
too many more of them b*tches, okay?

I don't know what's going on,

but let me… let me get you
a bottle of champagne.

On me. Let me get a bottle of champagne.

Nah, b*tch, I don't want no champagne
from your botched BBL a*s.

I want my lawyer.

♪ Coming for my spot, that'll be the day ♪

♪ I need diamonds, diamonds, diamonds… ♪

Well, let's give him something
to work with.

-[glass shatters]
-[patrons exclaim]

I don't know who you think
you f*cking with! This my sh*t!

Yeah, let that blood
rain down your face, b*tch!

Ain't none of you m*therf*ckers
seen nothing!

♪ But if I wasn't myself
I'd probably hate me too… ♪

Angel, get yo a*s down from the stage.

Better bring yo a*s on down, n*gga.

[Rain] Get to my office!

Now.

[Angel scoffs] Yo office?

♪ Ain't nothing average ♪

♪ Bands, bands, bands, bands… ♪

Close the door.

[tense music playing]

-What the hell happened?
-She threw a drink in my damn face.

Yeah, and you made me hit the b*tch
in the head with a bottle.

She better be glad I didn't do it.

What happened, Angel?

She kept trying to put dollars
in my shorts.

-n*gga, this is a strip club.
-No, no, no, no, you missed the point.

Dollars.

What?

How's she gonna tip me dollars?

I was just up
hundreds of thousands. [scoffs]

-So that's what this is about?
-[Angel] No, no, no.

It ain't about that n*gga, a'ight?

You wanna bet?

I was out there for two hours
and only made a hundred bucks. All right?

-You ain't been here. What you expect?
-No, no. [scoffs] f*ck this. I'm out.

-Where are you going?
-Don't worry about it.

Angel, if you walk out that door,

you ain't comin' back in here to work.

So? sh*t.

[music fades]

[bugs chirring]

[cell phone ringing]

[tense music playing]

Hey, you on the way?

[Mallory] No.

Oh, we could actually come get you.
I'm just leaving now.

Yeah, okay.

You okay?

[Mallory sighs] Yeah.

[Mallory] Yeah,
I'll see you when you get here.

Okay. All right, bye.

[tense music continues]

What?

Nothing.

If you got something to say,
just say it, Alex.

It's Rain.

Okay.

Look, I know you guys
have known each other for a long time.

Yeah, and what about it?

Just keep an eye on her, all right?

Oh, no, we not about to do this sh*t.

We have been through too much.

You've literally k*lled for her.

If it's somethin' I need to know,
just tell me.

Just keep an eye on her.
She's a bit drunk with this new power.

What are you talking about?

When we get to the club, you'll see.

She trippin' like that?

She's just not treating people well.

[Kimmie] Hm.

I'll see what's up when I get there.

[music fades]

[cell phone ringing]

It's your father.

This is Attorney Varney.

[Horace on phone] Come to my house now.

Yes, sir.

[tense music playing]

[Varney sighs]

What'd he say?

He said to come over to his house.

You ready for this?

Ready as I'm gonna be. [chuckles]

What are you gonna say to him?

Tell him the truth.

I'm in love with his son.

He's gonna hate you.

So what?

He's so h*m*.

Yeah, I know.

I've seen what he said about g*y people,
and all the sh*t he says about you.

I think you should let me
talk to my father first.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Well, I can't wait to see the look
on his h*m* face.

That narrow-minded a*s b*stard.

Hey.

Never mind him.

'Cause we got us.

[ethereal music playing]

Look, this is a huge 180 for me, Varney.

What do you mean?

All this "I love you" and, you know,
"we got each other" sh*t.

Well…

[voice trembling] Charles,
when I saw you hanging…

out there in that garage…

Nah.

I realized I just gotta
put all this behind me.

And the most important thing…

is us.

[ethereal music continues]

I hear you.

You gotta do more than hear me.

-Okay, I understand.
-No.

Don't ever do that sh*t again. Okay?

I won't.

I love you.

I love you too, Varney.

[cell phone ringing]

Sylvie.

[Leslie] It's your mama.

I got Sylvie's phone.

-What do you want?
-[Leslie] She ain't doing good.

I know, 'cause she should be with me.

No, she shouldn't. You done messed her up.

Frank is the one that messed her up.

[scoffs] And Sylvie told me

about all that money
that old g*y man been giving you.

-Get off my damn phone.
-[Leslie] She going to the police.

-Mama…
-[Leslie] I'm taking her in the morning.

Going to the police for what, Mom?

For what Rain did to that boy Glen.

[tense music playing]

Yeah, okay. Sure.

[Leslie] That's all you gotta say?

-How much?
-[Leslie] What's that supposed to mean?

Sylvie not about
to go up there by herself.

You must want some money.
So how much? What do you want?

[scoffs] I want my child to be okay.

[scoffs] Oh, okay, now you want
your child to be okay.

How much?

Matter of fact, just call me back
when you have a number.

I don't have time for this.

[Leslie chuckles] Oh, so you got it
like that now, huh?

Bye, Mama.

[Leslie] She going to the police, Kimmie!

Bye.

[tense music continues]

sh*t.

-Was that about Sylvie?
-Mind your business.

Sorry.

[music fades]

-Get out of my room, Angel.
-Not… not… not till I talk to you.

Angel, you on thin ice.

Good, I ain't got nothing else.

I thought you were at the club
shaking your a*s.

I knew you knew where I was.

[tense music playing]

What do you want?

I want you to want me again.

Get out of here with that bullshit.
That ship has sailed.

Hey, just hear me out, okay?
I just wanna talk to you.

-That's it.
-Well, I don't wanna talk to you.

[ethereal music playing]

You been working out, huh?

You look really good.

Are you serious right now?
Cut the bullshit.

You know what? I'mma dance for you.

You don't wanna do sh*t
but spend my money.

No, I do. I… I wanna dance for you.
Where's, uh… Where's the music?

You think that you're so special.

I mean, I… I don't think I'm special,
but I… I think you like me.

[Horace scoffs]

-[Angel] Right?
-Used to.

Don't say that.

You don't get it, do you?

All right, well, I mean,
teach me to get it.

I want this. [spluttering] I want it.

No. Stop the bullshit.

You just wanna spend my money
and ball out at the club.

You don't want me.

No, I do.

Oh, so now you gonna lie to me.

[ethereal music continues]

[sighs] Okay, fine. I… I don't want you.

I'm… I'm straight, so there's
nothing about you that turns me on.

-But I… I can--
-No, no, no, there is no "buts."

There… there is a "but."

[ethereal music continues]

I just don't know how to do this, Horace.

I mean… I mean, I tried it.
It… it wasn't for me.

But… but for you, I can try again.

You think I need your damn pity?

No, and I never said you did.

You just pissed me off.

I know, Horace, and I'm sorry.

Get out of here. Now.

No.

You really tryin' me.

I'm gonna dance for you.

You are…

You are really trying me.

[Angel] No, I'm not.

[R&B beat playing]

You like that, huh?

Yeah, you like that.

You miss me?

[banging on front door]

-Hello, sirs.
-Hi. Mr. Bellarie wanted to see me.

-Yes, of course. Right over here.
-Thanks.

[hip-hop music thumping]

Can I, uh, get you anything
in the meantime?

Yeah, I'll take a bourbon.

-[Charles] Two of 'em.
-[James] Yes, sirs.

[hip-hop music continues thumping]

That's weird.

What?

My father playing that kind of music.

He's a different kind of guy.

[Charles] Mm.

Yeah, you know what he's gonna do?

Make us wait to intimidate you.

I know all of his tactics, yes.

Well, I'm not doing that.

Charles…

-I'm going in.
-Charles, Charles, wait a minute.

Wait, Charles. Don't go in.
Charles. Listen.

-Come on.
-[Charles] Varney.

-Charles.
-Varney.

[Varney] Just go back in there. Let's go.

-We're not waiting to be seen.
-I understand. But if we don't go--

Shh.

Charles, don't go in here. Listen--

Charles, I--

["Got Rich" by Dillon XO blasting]

{\an8}♪ Got rich ♪

{\an8}♪ All on me, got bands, got bands ♪

{\an8}♪ Damn, luxury my brand, yeah ♪

♪ Got rich, got scope on me don’t miss ♪

♪ Don't miss, don't miss ♪

♪ Can’t f*ck with me I’m rich, yeah ♪

♪ I'm rich ♪

♪ All on me, got bands ♪

♪ Got bands, got bands ♪

♪ Luxury my brand, yeah ♪

♪ I’m rich, that scope on me don’t miss ♪

♪ I'm rich ♪

♪ Can’t f*ck with me
'Cause I’m rich, yeah ♪

♪ g*dd*mn, got 10k all on my wrist ♪

♪ Beefing over g*dd*mn ♪

♪ Beefing over a b*tch ♪

♪ Okay, I am responsible for all this ♪

♪ Put respect on my name
'Fore I cross you off my list ♪

♪ Kumbaya, whatever they say ♪

♪ Mask on, can’t look at my face ♪

♪ All my life, I lived for the chase ♪

♪ Which way am I getting paid? Yuh ♪

♪ Got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

♪ Got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

♪ Got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

♪ Got rich ♪

♪ All on me, got bands, got bands ♪

♪ Damn, luxury my brand, yeah ♪

♪ I’m rich, that scope on me don’t miss ♪

♪ Don't miss, don't miss ♪

♪ Can’t f*ck with me I’m rich, yeah ♪

♪ I'm rich ♪

♪ All on me, got bands ♪

♪ Got bands, got bands ♪

♪ Luxury my brand, yeah ♪

♪ I’m rich, that scope on me don’t miss ♪

♪ I'm rich ♪

♪ Can’t f*ck with me
'Cause I’m rich, yeah ♪

♪ I'm rich ♪

♪ Can’t f*ck with me
'Cause I’m rich, yeah ♪

♪ I'm rich ♪

♪ Can’t f*ck with me
'Cause I’m rich, yeah ♪

♪ I'm rich ♪

♪ Can’t f*ck with me
'Cause I’m rich, yeah ♪

♪ I'm rich ♪

♪ Can’t f*ck with me
'Cause I’m rich, yeah ♪

♪ Got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

♪ Got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

♪ Got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

♪ Got rich, got rich ♪

[music fades]