- AMARA: Previously on "Ambitions" --
- We're offering Bella Tru an exclusive trial deal.
- SENIOR: Thelma's Place belongs to me.
The decision is mine and mine alone.
- If anyone wants to back out of English Rose...
be my guest.
- The Banks is not for sale!
- I'm sorry. Let's keep this professional.
- Peters paid you off. Admit it.
- We're talking about prison. - I've said all I'm gonna say.
- She said I'll fall first and the hardest.
- No one's falling.
- STEPHANIE: I need a bodyguard
on Rondell Lancaster immediately.
- Check your Purifoy email account.
I sent you a little present.
- AMARA: All I can think about
is being with you, Damian. I'm thinking about leaving him.
- I'm done.
- [sobbing] Titus, don't leave me, please!
- ♪
- I, uh--I ran into Kenny Leon yesterday.
- Really?
- He was meeting with my Office of Cultural Affairs.
Kenny is spearheading
a Georgia collegiate theatrical exchange program
at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in London.
I told him I happened to personally know
quite the promising young thespian.
- Are you serious?
- Would I joke about such a thing? [chuckles]
- Oh, isn't that wonderful, Carly?
I hope you realize just how privileged you are
to have parents in a position to...
call in favors such as this.
- No, no, she was already on his radar, Steph.
- Oh.
- Kenny caught your performance in "For Colored Girls"
and was quite impressed with you, young lady... as am I.
- Thank you, Daddy.
It's nice to know at least one of my parents believes in me.
- STEPHANIE: I'm not having this tedious conversation
with you again, Carly.
I have told you repeatedly I support your dreams.
In fact, I think this program of Kenny's
would be perfect for you.
Perhaps next year, when you're closer to graduating.
- Maybe I'll apply now. It's not like
there are a lot of reasons for me to stay in Atlanta.
- What's going on with you two?
You've been sniping and snarling at each other
since the anniversary party. - [doorbell rings]
- Would you like to tell him?
Or should I, Mother?
- CONSTANCE: Everything okay, Mr. Carlisle?
They're eating breakfast, sir.
- STEPHEN: Excuse me.
- STEPHANIE: Daddy, what's wrong?
Did something happen to Mother?
- No, no, one of my interns forwarded me this trash.
- STEPHANIE: Oh my god, Carly.
- EVAN: Carly?
Sweetheart, what's this all about?
- Well, somebody better start talking.
And I do mean now.
- [phone rings]
- [indistinct office chatter]
- ♪
- [exhales loudly]
- ♪
- I thought we had a deal.
What happened, Herschel?
- Well, my attorney already told you.
I changed my mind about testifying.
My decision is final.
You'll just have to respect that.
- I've had a bad night.
And I'm not in the mood to play any games.
So you need to respect this.
Herschel, we have proof that you were taking bribes.
This is a canceled check for $10,000
made out to Chattahoochee River Charities.
We know that's you.
Now, you can tell me who wrote the check and you walk,
or don't, and you go to federal prison.
The choice should be an easy one.
- I pay my taxes.
I go to church every Sunday.
I've never even had a speeding ticket.
This one mistake and now my life is ruined?
- Look.
Sometimes good people make...
bad judgment calls.
It's not the end of the world.
- My family doesn't deserve to be put through this.
- Herschel...
your family will forgive you because, in the end,
they'll know that you did the right thing.
- HERSCHEL: You're right. [sighs]
- I'm glad you're coming around.
- [phone vibrates]
- Listen, take a sec to think about it while I take this.
- [phone vibrates]
- [sighs]
Hey, Karen?
Yeah, he was hesitant at first, but...
I got him.
Oh yeah, there's no way he's not gonna do this.
- [gunshot blasts]
- [shouting]
- KAREN ON PHONE: Amara?
Amara, what's happening? Amara?
- [theme music plays]
♪
♪♪
- Please tell me that somebody manufactured
that vile image of Hunter Purifoy's daughter
sticking her forked tongue
down my sweet granddaughter's throat.
- Daddy, this isn't helping. - They set her up, all right?
They set her up. That is the only explanation.
That little blonde whore ambushed Carly in a public place
with somebody planted there to take that picture.
Classic Hunter Purifoy!
- CARLY: Granddad.
You have it all wrong. Okay?
Lori didn't... ambush me.
We were... together.
We were in love.
I'm gay.
- [bird chirping]
- Oh, shit!
You, young lady, are out of your damn mind!
- Daddy, I think that you should go home
and let Evan, Carly, and I handle this as a family.
- What, I'm not family now? I'm not going anywhere!
Your daughter just admitted to
having consensual sex with a Purifoy.
You let this kind of ungodly mess happen--
- That's enough!
You don't get to come into my house
and talk to my daughter and my wife this way.
Leave! Now.
- ♪
- [chuckles in disbelief]
I expected more from you.
- ♪
- It's okay, honey. It's okay.
- ♪
- [shutter click]
- I've told you, Herschel Cooper
was a person of interest in a DOJ investigation.
And I'm not going anywhere
until I know what drove Herschel to shoot himself.
- This is an APD matter, ma'am.
- What part of "I'm a federal prosecutor"
do you not comprehend?
- We found this, sir.
- Show me that.
- [indistinct chatter]
- DETECTIVE: Did the dead guy do that?
- WOMAN: I just wanna know what to do!
- Herschel wouldn't harm his family.
He was trying to save them.
- [police radio chatter]
- ♪
- Shoulder pads end at your natural shoulders, check.
Jacket sleeves fall where the base of your thumb
meets your wrist, check.
And that is how you know a suit is well made.
[chuckles] - I have to say, I look good.
- Yeah, you do. Now turn, pose, work!
- Really? - You're the model today.
Turn for mama, come on.
[laughs]
- You're really enjoying this, aren't you?
- I am. Okay, that's good.
But you know what this look needs?
- ♪
- This tie...
says you are...
confident.
Strong.
Sexy.
But...
not stuffy.
- Is that how you would describe me?
- That's how I would describe this look.
[chuckles]
- ♪
- I've got some news for you.
- Oh, yeah? Okay, shoot.
I... think?
- My mother adores your latest designs.
And she loves them so much, that she's ready to move forward
ahead of schedule with a long-term partnership.
- Are you serious? Really?
[laughs] - Yeah.
- When were you gonna tell me? - Well, right away,
but then you distracted me with Bella for Men.
- I can't believe it.
This is a dream come true.
I won't let you or Valentina down.
- I know you won't. You're an amazing designer.
- Thank you.
I am so glad Señora Valentina wants to work with me.
I can't wait to meet the famous head of Corazón Textiles.
[giggles] - You will in time.
But for now, you'll just have to settle for dealing with me.
How does that sound? - That sounds great.
We have to celebrate. I don't have champagne.
The best I can do is iced tea?
- No champagne? - [laughs]
- Perhaps another time.
But I'd love a glass of your--of your iced tea.
- [phone rings] - BELLA: I can't believe it.
I'm so excited I'm going to be part of Corazón.
You have no idea how happy this makes me.
- Yeah, this is gonna be easier than I thought.
Just do what I tell ya.
I'll be in touch.
- BELLA: [laughs]
Salud? - Salud.
- [laughs]
- In closing, Achizone could hit the marketplace
as the most effective anti-opioid
addiction treatment of its kind in the country,
possibly the world.
- Hot damn, Arden!
Now that's what I'm talking about.
Good work, my man. It's alright, I got you.
We'll work on that later.
Now, if these sons-of-bitches wanna try to stop us
from turning a profit off of opioids, fine.
We'll cash in weaning the junkies off the stuff.
[laughs]
- Now, that's exactly the kind of talk you need avoid
until this lawsuit regarding Limodol is settled.
- Well, hell, Titus,
you're getting to where you can't even take a joke.
Do you really think I'd say something like that
in earshot of those greedy-ass Carlisles?
It's just Team Purifoy's star players in here.
[laughs] Am I right?
- [phone vibrates] - Arden?
- Right on, Boss. - HUNTER: Good.
So how soon can we get Achizone to the FDA for approval?
- Hunter, I just don't like the idea
of Purifoy bringing a weaning drug to market
while we're still in litigation. Come on, it's--
- Well, then do your damn job, Titus!
- ♪
- [phone vibrates]
- Make this bogus lawsuit go away.
- LORI: Can't believe I'm saying this, but...
I agree with Titus.
I mean, we have to consider the optics, Dad.
- You too, huh? Heh.
Well, since Arden here seems to be the only of you three
fully focused on saving my company's bottom line,
I'm giving him the go ahead
to fast track getting Achizone into our pipeline.
I'll have our lobbyist on standby.
- Thanks, Hunter. - Mm-hmm. Nice work.
- ♪
- [scoffs]
- [sighs]
- Why don't you stay?
- [phone rings]
- So, what's this I hear about you moonlighting on a case
to save some rundown restaurant?
- I simply filed a motion to help a friend
save her family's business, that's all.
- Remember, I brought you here to Atlanta
to stop the Carlisles,
not to be crusading for your boys and girls in the hood.
- You don't get to speak to me like that, Hunter.
I'm busting my ass trying to protect
you and your family's company.
And you will afford me the respect I deserve.
Oh, and just so you know...
the eminent domain order
I helped my "girl in the hood" delay...
just may cost Stephen Carlisle millions.
You're welcome.
- HUNTER: [chuckles]
[chuckles]
- RONDELL: Look, y'all.
I let my sister-in-law get in my head for a minute.
- GROUP: Yeah.
- But don't call it a comeback, 'cause Rondell is back
and more determined than ever to save our neighborhood,
starting with Thelma's Place. Y'all with me?
- That's right, we're gonna show these guys--
- Go get these signatures.
But as we do, we gon' party!
You feel me?
- [crowd cheering]
- [indistinct chatter]
- ♪
♪ I got to get your lovin'
♪
♪ I got to get your lovin' - [sighs]
Well, well, well.
Won't you come on in and have a seat?
Keesha, why don't you get Mr. Peters, our friend here,
something to eat?
He look like he in the mood for some good-old humble pie.
[chuckles]
Oh, and, uh, since I hear you're hurting for cash
'cause your investors dumped you, it's on the house.
- I don't need investors
to destroy everything you hold dear.
- You keep on talking that cash shit.
[laughs]
But my mama's restaurant is still standing, man.
- Cash shit, we'll see.
We'll see how many Urban Dictionary quips
you come up with after I lay this place,
along with your joke of a life, flat.
- [cocks shotgun] - [crowd gasping]
- SENIOR: Peters!
Unless you wanna leave in a body bag,
I suggest you get out of here.
And make this the last time you threaten my daughter.
- [indistinct chatter]
- THELMA: The Banks is not for sale.
- GROUP: The Banks is not for sale!
- Tell him!
- GROUP: The Banks is not for sale!
- Say it loud!
- GROUP: The Banks is not for sale!
- Say what?
- GROUP: The Banks is not for sale!
The Banks is not for sale!
- RONDELL: Thank you, Daddy.
- ♪
- [car horn honks]
- [grunts]
- [knocks on door]
- How long have you known about this untenable situation
between Carly and the Purifoy girl?
- I found out at Marilyn Barnes' Women's Summit.
The moment I discovered they were together,
I took necessary measure
to bring their little tryst to an end.
Trust me on that.
- The whole thing makes me want to vomit.
- Why? Because Carly is gay
or because she was involved with a Purifoy?
- Both!
And do not give me that disappointed look
you inherited from Irene.
You know I love Carly no matter what.
But in my day, things was simple.
Men dated women, women dated men.
- Oh please, Daddy!
Gay people existed back in "your day."
Most were... merely too terrified
of being harshly judged by their loved ones
or society at large to be who they truly were.
Now...
you and I are definitely on the same page
where Lori Purifoy is concerned.
But make no mistake--
I will not allow anyone to cause Carly
to feel bad about her sexuality.
Not even my father.
- Stephanie Carlisle Lancaster,
Mother of the Year.
- I have my moments. - Mm-hmm.
Well, at least now I know why
you've been off your game as of late.
You've had much too much on that ever-racing mind of yours.
- What are you implying, Daddy?
- I started noticing a change right around the--
- [sighs] - --Samuel Perkins Gala.
Ever since that...
weak-willed Titus Hughes skulked into town,
you've been a mess from the M to the S.
- I've barely given Titus a second thought.
- [chuckles]
You can fool everybody else in this town
with that never let 'em see me sweat routine, except Daddy.
I know what Titus and that wife of his once meant to you.
Their betrayal wrecked you.
- That was 25 years ago, Daddy. I've moved on.
- You've moved on, all right-- to a marriage of inconvenience
with that nincompoop Lancaster.
And more recently...
to Greg Peters.
I told you once, Stephanie-- there's nothing that goes on
in my town or my firm that I'm not aware of.
And you broke the first of business--
don't shit where you eat.
So effective immediately, I'm reclaiming my top client.
You are off the Greg Peters construction account.
- No. You can't do that.
- It's done.
I want you to refocus all of your energy
on sending the Purifoys to the poorhouse.
You can leave now.
- [sighs]
- [door slams]
- HUNTER: There's my girl.
But she's left her smile somewhere.
What's on your mind?
- Um, I have to talk to you about something,
and I don't think you're gonna like it.
- Aw, hell, Lori. What is it now?
It better not be another Cabo spring break situation.
I told you, I'm not paying another red cent
for a fixer for you again.
What's this?
[chuckles] Well, it looks to me
like you still know how to have a good time.
Who is she?
- Carly Lancaster.
- As in Stephen Carlisle's granddaughter?
[laughs]
Well, I'm glad to see you're finally putting
your dubious talents in the right direction.
- So you're not upset? - For what?
- We can't give Carlisle Perkins
any leg up in this class action suit.
- Are you kidding?
They're running hundreds of print ads basically saying
the Purifoys are the worst white devils
mankind's ever known!
But their daughter obviously likes
a little vanilla in her dessert.
[laughs]
- Come on, Daddy. Please don't be gross.
- Oh, I bet Stephen Carlisle's
gonna have to change his Depends after this one.
[laughs]
You know, I've been going toe to toe
with the Carlisle clan for years.
But leave it to the fruit of my loins for the sneak attack!
[laughs] Thank you, darlin'!
- We broke up. It's over.
- What? No. No, no, no.
It doesn't have to be. No, as a matter of fact,
I want you to run this play into the ground.
Go wild.
- SENIOR: I need to run something by you.
- EVAN: Captive audience.
- I'm about to ask Luelene to marry me--
for real, this time.
[chuckles] And, um...
I'd like to ask you to stand up for me.
- [laughs] I'd be honored to be your best man.
- [laughing]
- Congrats.
I take it Luelene will ask Rondell to be her maid of honor?
- Well, if your sister will do it.
But you know, that girl don't like change.
Unlike you, you know?
You always ready for the next adventure.
- I know I was a handful. - Oh, sho' in the shit was.
Why you think all the hair fell outta my head?
- [laughing]
- Sorry.
- [laughing]
- But you kids have truly been a blessing.
Make sure you spend plenty of time with your kids,
Evan Junior.
I know you're busy running the city and all,
but a man's children are the most important accomplishments
in this life. - I hear you, Pop.
Carly and Trey will never want for anything.
- I mean all of your children.
- ♪
- Well... I guess I'll be moseying along.
[sighs]
- Later, Pop.
- See you later, Son.
- ♪
- [door opens]
- ♪
- [door shuts]
- ♪
- Good game, Pop.
Good game.
- [knock on door] - Ms. Hughes for you.
- Ah, Assistant United States Attorney Amara Hughes.
What a beautiful surprise you are.
Mm! To what do I owe the pleasure?
- Herschel Cooper committed suicide.
- I have no idea who that is.
- The supervisor whom you paid
to fast track your permits? - Hmm.
You'll have a helluva time proving all of that.
- You sent Herschel photos of his family
with their faces cut out.
And Herschel's phone records indicate
that he called you shortly before
he put a loaded gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
- A wrong number and he committed suicide?
Sounds unstable.
Guy like that couldn't have made a good witness for you, if...
that's what he was.
- Stay away from Rondell Lancaster.
- My, the beautiful mouse roars.
- Or I'll burn you, Mr. Peters.
Your strong-arm tactics
forcing the residents and business owners of The Banks
to sell their properties to you stops.
- Is this because your Dudley Do Right husband
has taken on The Banks as his personal project?
- You're used to people bending to your will.
I won't.
- Unless you're gonna charge me with a crime,
I'm gonna have to end this interlude.
- [door opens]
- [indistinct office chatter]
- Bye, now.
- Ah! You and that hard head of yours!
You wanna get yourself killed? How many times have I told you
don't come back here at night by yourself?
- Daddy, I'm just taking the doggone trash out.
You're being ridiculous.
- Yeah, well, humor me then.
Because as long as Greg Peters is making new threats,
I'll be taking precautions.
- Greg Peters has been making threats
since I first stood up to him. - [glass shatters]
- Who's that? - Damn it.
- MAN: Whoa, whoa. - Don't make a move.
- Calm down, sir. - Now you got five seconds
to me who the hell sent you or I'm gonna pull this trigger.
- RONDELL: You heard my daddy. He ain't playin'.
Who sent you? Greg Peters?
- No, I was hired by Stephanie Lancaster.
- Say what?
- Stephanie Lancaster. She hired me.
- Now, if that ain't a reason to shoot your ass,
I don't know what is.
- [water rushing]
- [phone rings]
- Thank you, Gail.
Can you close the door, please?
- [phone rings]
- Why are you here?
- You didn't leave me any choice.
You don't pick up my calls. You don't return my texts.
- Well, that should tell you something.
But if it hasn't, let me be clear.
Unless it's about Deja, there's nothing more to talk about.
- [indistinct office chatter]
- If you won't leave, I will.
- Herschel Cooper killed himself today.
- You serious?
The permits supervisor?
- I stepped out of his office to take a call and, um...
I heard a shot.
And when I went back in, the man that I had just been talking to
about how much he... loved his family was dead.
- Why?
- He was scared. And he was ashamed.
And I left him no room to maneuver.
- [sighs] Well...
that's rough.
I'm sorry.
As much as I want to be there for you right now, Amara...
I can't.
- [phone rings]
- ♪
- AMARA: Titus?
Whatever you need to throw at me...
whatever you've got...
I'll take it.
But I'm not giving up.
- That's on you.
- Will you at least tell me where you're staying
in case there's an emergency with Deja?
- ♪
- The Ducksworth. Room 222.
- ♪
- [indistinct office chatter]
- [sobs]
- [indistinct office chatter]
- [phone rings]
- I got this.
- [door shuts]
- What are you doing here, Stephen?
I don't have any business to discuss with you.
The only Carlisle I work with
looks as good in a skirt as she does in a pantsuit.
- Exactly why I wanted to speak with you, Greg--
you know, in person.
Face to face.
- Well, here we are.
- I'm retaking control of...
your account.
- Your daughter and I are good together.
- So good, that you two dumb-asses have managed
to taint the entire English Rose deal.
You know, I'm aware that there were some challenges.
But your incompetence and an out-of-control libido
is to blame and nothing else.
- Who do you think you're talking to?
- Just a spoiled-ass little boy who only thinks of himself.
You knew damn well how badly the Petrovic family
needs that development.
- Who are you to tell me what my family needs?
- Sit your pink ass down.
Or shall I call your father?
- I got off a plane from Serbia two days ago
assuring my father I had everything under control.
- STEPHEN: Yeah, about that.
I was in contact with him this morning.
It seems you didn't give him the full story.
And he is about this close
to forgetting that he sired you
with some back alley whore.
- I don't give a damn how far back you go with my old man
if you keep speaking to me this way!
- You don't get it, do you?
You know your cousin Natasha? Ooh!
She's not here on a sightseeing tour.
She's here to clean up a mess that includes you, if necessary.
- I can handle my cousin.
- Shut up and listen to me.
That warehouse of cash that your old man is sitting on
is making him nervous.
He needs a building project to funnel it through.
And he will kill to get it.
So, from this point forward,
everything English Rose goes through me.
You will take your orders from me.
You will not make a move without consulting--
wait for it--
me.
You do that and you might survive this.
- There's no way my father sides with you over me.
- ♪
- [chuckles]
Novak made the call to kill you yesterday.
The only reason you're still alive
is because I called it off.
- ♪
- You think you can control me?
- ♪
- I will put you down if I can't.
Up until now, your father made it clear
that you were off limits to me.
Those restrictions...
are gone.
The next time you sleep with my daughter...
you won't have to worry about your cousin.
It will be...
me--[laughs]--
that puts a bullet in your head.
And I never miss.
- ♪
- That's a nice suit.
- [breathes deeply]
- [door opens and shuts]
- [clock ticking]
- EVAN: [chuckles]
- [footsteps]
- Hello, sweetheart. - CARLY: Hey.
- I've been wanting to talk to you ever since the big surprise
you laid on me yesterday.
- Yeah, I've been wanting to talk to you too...
about that, and something else.
- Whoa-whoa. [chuckles]
What?
- I'm moving. - What?
But moving? How? Where?
- I called Kenny Leon to ask him
about applying to his program next year.
Turns out he has a cancellation this year.
And because his special relationship with my parents,
he said the opening's mine if I want it!
So I took it.
Isn't that great?
- Sweetheart, that is great news.
But... come on,
you can't let your grandfather's behavior
just rush you out of the country.
- That's not the reason.
- Okay, let me say it a different way.
Uh... I don't want you to go.
I'm not ready.
You have to give me some time to prepare.
I know you're 21, and you can live your life
whatever way you want.
But you are still my little girl.
- Well, Dad...
I love you so much.
But... mostly...
I wanna get away from her.
- [chuckles]
You're too young to understand
what Lori Purifoy was doing to you.
- I understand that you think nothing of hiring escorts
to trick someone into having sex.
- What the hell is she talking about?
What escorts?
Who did you trick? Carly's girlfriend?
- I will never acknowledge any relationship
that uses "friend"...
when referring to a Purifoy.
- Mother, I'm beginning to understand
so many things about you,
which is why I'm leaving Atlanta.
- And so you should. - No, you cannot leave...
before you tell me everything that's going on with you.
- I promise I will.
But I cannot be around her anymore.
[sighs]
- On the one hand...
I wish you'd stay, and we could work out our differences.
On the other hand...
I truly want you to become the greatest actress you can become.
Those skills can only serve to make you a better attorney...
if that is a path you ever wish to take.
But... follow your passion, darling,
wherever it takes you...
except to another Purifoy.
- ♪
- You have my blessing.
- Sleep tight, baby.
- [beep]
- [clears throat]
- [traffic outside]
- Hm.
He's finally sound asleep.
Once he's down, he doesn't wake until morning.
- Well, then, we can finally celebrate.
- [chuckles]
- Welcome to the Corazón Textiles family.
To our new partnership.
It is going to be phenomenal working with you.
We make a great team. - Yes, we do.
- [glasses clink] - [chuckles]
- So... it's late.
I came over unannounced.
Just wanted to share one toast.
Bella, I want you to know that I respect your boundaries.
- You can't leave me to drink
this fabulous champagne all by myself.
- You only have to ask once.
- [laughter]
- To Bella--the most talented, creative, business-savvy,
and sexy-as-hell woman I've ever met.
- Don't you know it's bad luck to toast someone
and not look them in the eyes?
- [glasses clink]
- Professionalism is so overrated.
- ♪
♪ Something in the sun or the air ♪
♪
♪ It's making me wanna run away from here ♪
♪
♪ I know that you want me to stay with you ♪
♪ You know
♪
- [lock clicks]
- BELLA: [moans] - ♪ I keep on making excuses
♪ But the sun, the earth, the rains ♪
♪ Our days are numbered, wired ♪
♪ And I'm tired of it
♪ I know you're trying
♪ But you'll never unravel me
♪ Hey, hey
- [whimpers]
- IGNACIO: [grunts]
- ♪ Unravel me
♪ Unravel me ♪
- [door clicks]
- Oh. [sighs]
Helluva day today. I need to switch things up.
I'll be the dom. You're the sub.
Maybe we'll try some advanced maneuvers.
Sound good?
Or maybe we'll just do good old-fashioned--
Daphne?
[chuckles] Hey!
Wake up.
Hey!
- ♪
- [clank]
- [pants]
- ♪
- [heavy breathing]
- [phone rings]
- Yeah, I got a situation. Get your ass over here now.
- [indistinct chatter]
- $500 million will seem like a bargain
by the time I get this case before a jury.
Thank you.
- All right, give is a minute, please.
- [indistinct chatter]
- Why don't we take a break from the settlement conference
and have a cocktail over some friendly banter.
Maybe that'll be the antidote
for that long, long face you're wearing.
- [indistinct chatter]
- I'm sorry. I'm just a little distracted.
- What is it?
I'm not opposing counsel right now.
I'm Stephanie. Steph, if you will.
- Well, Steph, just got a lot on my mind.
That's all.
- Are things okay at home?
You can tell me.
- We both know you're the last person I can get into this with.
- Your secrets are safe with me.
Haven't they always been?
- Yeah, they have.
- Well, then...
why don't we go someplace a bit more private and talk?
- ♪
- STEPHANIE: [chuckles]
- ♪
- Damn, Daddy! Come on now!
- [laughs]
- Look at you, all spiffed up!
- [laughs]
- Yeah, well, I want Luelene to remember the night
I put the ring on her finger as a special one.
- Ooh, you got that thing covered, okay?
Luelene ain't gonna know what hit her!
- [laughs]
- Look at you!
- Hey, um...
you're okay about this, right?
- It... took me by surprise at first.
- Yeah, I know.
- It's been just you and me all these years.
- Yeah, I know.
- But nobody deserves a shot at happiness
more than you do, Daddy.
And if that's Luelene....
I'm here for it. - [chuckles] Well, good.
'Cause it means a lot, you accepting Luelene in my future.
- We cool! Long as she do right by you.
'Cause the second she don't...
I'mma rip her church hat and her wig, okay?
And I ain't playin'!
- [laughs]
- Hey, uh, Rondell?
Be sure you lock up. - I will.
- I, um, wish you hadn't sent Stephanie's bodyguards away.
'Cause she had to have reason to believe
you needed an extra set of eyes on you.
- I ain't buying them woof tickets Greg Peters be selling.
And you shouldn't either. - Mm.
- That paper tiger ain't gonna do shit to nobody.
Now stop worrying and go on, get yourself engaged.
- [laughs]
- Oh! - Oh!
Bye, Baby Bug.
- Now Daddy, you ain't called me that since I was a little girl.
No!
- [laughs]
- Alright, here I go.
Love you. - Love you more.
- ♪
- [exhales loudly]
- ♪
♪ Hm, hm, hm
- MAN: Yeah, that's right. Hi.
- Hey.
- ♪
♪
- [car chirps]
- ♪
- [phone rings]
- This my sugga-wugga?
[laughs] I'm five minutes away,
but I couldn't wait another second
to hear your sweet voice.
- ♪ I can think of younger days ♪
♪
- [knocking]
- ♪ When living for my life
♪
♪ Was everything a man could want to do ♪
- I'm on my way, baby. I love you.
- Hey, Senior!
- Stephanie, what the hell are you doing here?
- Merely paying a debt...
that's long past due.
- [gunshots blasting]
- Daddy!
- [glass shatters]
- ♪ And
- Kiss my ass!
- [gunshot blasts]
- ♪ A broken heart
♪
♪ How can you stop the rain from falling down ♪
- RONDELL: Daddy! Daddy!
- ♪ How can you stop
♪
♪ The sun from shining
♪ Ooh
♪ What makes the world go round ♪
♪
♪ And
♪ How can you mend
♪ This broken man
♪ Ooh
♪ Yeah
♪
♪ How can a loser ever win ♪
- ♪
- [ding]