- Previously on "Sacrifice"...
- Aah!
- Trell, you have to destroy this right away.
- I'ma take it straight to Dom as a favor.
- I think we can do business. Get rid of him.
- Stop lying to me, Dom.
This is exactly why I didn't wanna take you back,
because I knew you'd get me caught up
in your street shit again.
- African American male named D'Trell Weeks,
killed an alley off Pico.
- Hey, Somwon, what can you do
with just a date and a location?
- Anything.
- So what's a VPN?
- Okay, a VPN is a virtual private network.
- So how do I get a VPN?
Give Nana my love. Mommy's gotta go now, okay?
- Larry's finished at Criterium Records.
I'm the new CEO.
I want Criterium Records to buy Blackgammon Records.
- Anybody who thinks that Blackgammon Records
will ever be for sale is wrong.
- There's an erectile dysfunction commercial
running one of my mother's songs in the background.
Find out who's got the license agreement.
- But, Larry, know that whoever killed Isis will get justice.
- He had no damn right.
Now, I want him dead, and I need your help.
[upbeat hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
[laughter, indistinct chatter]
- Are you nervous?
- No, but I can see you are.
- Am I that obvious?
So did you hear from the studio today?
- Beck, I need you to stop worrying.
I'm gonna close your deal. Be patient.
- And you stop worrying about your grandfather.
It's his 80th birthday.
He's gonna love that you showed up.
- D. So you made it. - Mr. Mayfield.
You look fantastic.
- So do you, beautiful.
- Beck, you know Dom.
- What's up, big D? - What's good with you?
Daniella close that fat-ass superhero flick for you yet?
- You know how it is-- the studio's gonna
make a brother beg for his supper.
- Yeah. - Ooh.
If you all will excuse me.
I see somebody I've been trying to hook up with for weeks.
- All right. - Catch you later.
Hey.
- So you see him yet? - Just got here.
- Mm.
- I'll see you at the spot later?
- Not tonight. I'm on a diet.
[both chuckle]
- All right.
You got my math if you need anything.
- Daniella! - Ruby.
- So glad you decided to come.
- I hope you're not the only one.
- Yeah, well, he smiled when I told him you were coming.
- No, he didn't.
I'm gonna give him this and leave.
Where is he?
- Inside, fighting with my mama
over the Blackgammon label.
She wants him to step down and let her run it.
- Why is that a problem? - 'Cause he thinks
she'll sell it, and he's probably right.
[groans]
She wants me inside.
Have fun and stay out of trouble.
- I'll try.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- What can I get you?
- Sparkling water with lemon, please.
- Same for me.
- Yeah, you got it.
- Daniella Hernandez.
Meeting you tonight, I have to say, is kismet.
- What's wrong? - Beck!
- Excuse me.
Are you okay?
- D! - Damn it, Beck.
- D, I'm good. - Let's go.
- Come on.
- D, I've been up for the last 36 hours
editing my latest movie. I'm good.
- I just saw you 30 minutes ago.
What did you take?
- I know I look like shit, but I'm good.
- Ms. Hernandez.
- I'm good. Why you tripping?
- Stay. Just stay here. Don't move.
♪ ♪
- Mr. Shaw.
- I heard you wanted to have a word with me.
- Yes.
Happy birthday.
- Watch out! [people shout]
[suspenseful music]
- He ain't moving.
all: Oh!
♪ ♪
- Is he breathing?
- [coughs]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- There was a splash at the 80th birthday party
celebration of music industry legend Ellis Shaw last night
when film director Randy Beck
was rescued from nearly drowning
by Hollywood attorney
Daniella Hernandez. [phone ringing]
- [sighs]
Good morning, Tamika.
- Hi. You all dried out?
- What do you want?
- Uh, Beverly Rucker called this morning
and twice yesterday.
You have her number blocked, don't you?
- I don't have time for her games.
What else do you have for me?
- So listen.
Somwon said Pfizer paid Blackgammon Records
a fortune to license your mother's song
for that erectile dysfunction commercial for 18 months.
- You're kidding me.
- And Beck is on the way to your house,
probably to thank you for saving his life.
Somwon wants to know how you bill for that.
- You guys are a real comedy duo.
I'll see you at the office.
[serious music]
♪ ♪
- Daniella.
D, you all right?
- I can't do this.
I--
It's terrible.
It's been a week.
Oh, my gosh.
I can't stop shaking. I can't stop crying.
- Hey D, D, you gotta toughen up.
Come on, Daniella.
When I'm making movies in Hollywood,
I'ma need my best friend next to me.
You the greatest attorney in LA.
Don't quit on me.
- Why am I so damn cold? [sighs]
♪ ♪
- D, look at me.
God damn it, look at me.
If we don't get control of this, we will die.
- Daniella, you got a visitor.
Still a little wet behind the ears.
- Ah, D. - Hey.
- I did not know you could swim like that, girl.
- You want some coffee? Sure you still need it.
- Ah, make my day.
- Well, what are we gonna do?
- Shit, you tell me.
- You fucked up huge last night.
- [chuckles]
What the hell are you talking about?
Ellis Shaw's 80th birthday party?
It's the last place I'd expect my drink to get spiked.
- Are you serious?
- Do you really think I'ma screw up
the biggest opportunity of my career?
- It's what we do, isn't it?
Self-sabotage.
- D, I didn't knowingly get high last night.
That would be suicidal.
And you know how much this directing gig means to me.
You know I want this more than I've wanted anything, Daniella,
and given my reputation, I know the studios
are gonna be having second thoughts now.
So if you're my friend, you'll save this for me
and not judge me on it. - I saved your life.
You haven't even thanked me.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
- Thank you, D.
I just feel like I needed to tell you personally,
I didn't relapse.
Okay?
I need you to trust me.
- He was in the parking garage at Criterium Records.
One of the last calls on his phone
was from Daniella Hernandez.
- We've been trying to get a statement from her.
- Yeah, you and our entire office.
- Meaning? - Meaning she's not returning
my calls, and I'm sick of it.
- A couple of hours in an interrogation room
I make her more responsive.
That was a joke.
- Detective Ade, always a pleasure to see you.
- You as well, Madame District Attorney.
- Jason, you and I are gonna go on a little field trip.
It's been a while since we've had fun with Dom Mayfield.
- Jazzico. - Daniella Hernandez.
How you doing? [door closes]
You know how many times I've called you?
- No, but I might be able to tell you the locations.
From Berlin, Sao Paulo, Cape Town.
Should I go on?
- Okay, I've been a little busy.
- That's to be expected after you've won your fourth Grammy
and received your fifth platinum-selling album.
How was the world tour?
- Ah. [chuckles]
- You know what I kept thinking about on that world tour?
- Your art gallery? - Ha.
My ski accident at the Black Entertainment Summit
in Aspen last year.
The ski patrol carrying me down the mountain
in the rescue sled?
[laughs]
You didn't know it was me.
You skied next to me on the way to the lodge
to make sure I was okay.
Looking like Lindsey Vonn, by the way.
You said you'd have dinner with me.
- That was you? - Yeah.
- I remember--as they were loading you onto the ambulance.
Well, if I know me,
I'm sure I stipulated it was a business dinner.
- I know.
Which is why I'm bringing my business
to Lang & Associates.
Specifically you, Miss Hernandez.
Did you read the documents I emailed you?
- Yeah.
So Criterium Records, a label I know well,
they haven't paid you the advance
for your last two albums.
- Larry Stillwell and I never really clicked,
and now that he's no longer there--
- The terms are all here.
It shouldn't be a problem. I'll handle it.
- That's it? - Should be. Anything else?
- Uh, well, how about
gnocchi al pomodoro,
porcini wagyu rubbed ribeye steak,
and truffles at Bestia.
Now, food is my one last addiction.
- How about, you're a client now,
and it's not a good idea to date a client?
- I didn't say it was a date.
It's, as you said, a business dinner.
- How about, I'll be swamped
in front of a stack of contracts tonight?
- Uh, how about, you still gotta eat?
I'll bring dinner here.
- I'll be at my house in my sweats, no makeup.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
- What is your address,
and what do you like to drink?
- Water. - Perfect. Me too.
- Did you see that?
- Yep. - I got it.
- Okay.
- Get your ass over here.
[grunts]
what the hell is wrong with you, huh?
- Why are you following me?
What do you want?
- I'm just trying to look out for you, baby girl.
[groans] - What?
Who sent you? Who are you?
- I'm your uncle Sly. [groans]
- I'm gonna have him break your arm
if you don't tell me the truth.
- Call your cousin Ruby.
She'll tell you who I am.
- Yeah. Okay, yes.
All right. Okay. Take care. Bye-bye.
Ali Bubba's called here 12 times asking about his tour.
He needs to chill.
- Sounds like the IT department here.
Anyways, how your VPN working out?
- People on the Internet think
I'm talking to them from Beijing.
- Well, that's what you wanted, right?
Anywhere but St. Louis or LA?
- I just asked you for a VPN.
Nobody told you to go spying on me.
What else did you find out about me?
- Nothing.
It was an accident that I found out
you were from St. Louis.
Don't worry.
I won't let anybody know you ain't the fast, sexy,
sophisticated LA homegirl everybody to take you for.
- Tamika, hold all my calls. - On it.
- Just remember, it's my business, Somwon.
- [chuckles]
- I mean, he says he's your brother.
Who is he?
- This view right here sure beats Florence.
Wow, look at that. - Florence?
As in the federal facility in Colorado?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I did 10 of the last 28 years there.
Don't feel bad for me, though. I asked to go there.
- Our mom confirms he's her older brother.
And she may have mentioned you once or twice over the years,
but because I never saw you,
I didn't know who she was talking about.
I don't even remember seeing
any pictures at Grandpa's house.
- Yeah, well, when I went inside,
I made everybody swear to forget about me.
I asked them to transfer me to the most remote facility
that they had.
I didn't want nobody to see me.
I ain't want nobody to visit me.
I ain't want nobody to know I existed.
- But you were at my parents' house
a lot after they died, weren't you?
- Yeah.
- I remember calling you Uncle Sly.
- And I used to call you my little baby girl.
- But I never thought you were my real uncle.
Then you just disappeared.
Never saw you again.
You served 28 years.
- Yeah. - For what?
- 3 years for burglary, 15 years for killing a man,
and the last 10 for a whole array of shit.
- Holy shit.
- I mean, there's no question I killed a man.
We was wrestling. He got the shit end.
I got murder.
My attitude was never right after that,
and I just kept piling on more time.
- But you followed me like a stalker.
Why? Why not just come up to me
and say, "Hey, I'm your uncle Sly.
I'm out of prison."
- I was scared.
I promised your mother I would look out for you
if anything happened to her,
and I messed up, you know I'm saying?
After 28 years, I needed to know how you turned out,
but, uh, my social skills need a little work.
[sentimental music]
- Tell me about my mother.
- Shit. Where to start?
I loved her.
- ♪ Down here, the lights come early ♪
♪ Baby, you can tell that we work ♪
♪ Get a boss gal, and he serve ♪
♪ All my life, I been grinding for a purpose ♪
♪ Play with minds, I'ma have to close the curtains ♪
♪ I'm doing fine tryin' to make so I ain't hurtin' ♪
♪ Get a bag, got my bottle, got my Birkin ♪
♪ She a freak with the-- ♪
- Yo, what happened to the power?
[metal creaking]
- You're being shut down for a code violation,
Mr. Mayfield.
You're gonna have to shoot your video elsewhere.
- So the DA of the whole damn city
came all the way down here to issue me a code violation?
- My inspector says this old warehouse is a fire hazard.
- Okay. Half an hour.
- You're shut down immediately.
- Did you give Connor Hanks half an hour?
What about D'Trell Weeks? - You're delusional.
- I'm gonna put you away one day
for all the shit you think you've gotten away with.
- Do what you gotta do.
[line trilling]
[phone rings] - I'm sorry.
Yeah?
You're downtown?
[sighs] I'll be right there.
Yeah.
I have to leave. - It's all right.
- I wanna see you again.
Come to my house-- my mom's house--
for dinner Friday night, okay?
- Okay. - Right.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
Code violation, Beverly? What kind of bullshit is this?
- Bullshit called the law.
You might look it up and learn something.
- Doesn't the Los Angeles County District Attorney
have anything better to do than harass a video shoot?
- You're like shopping at Walmart
for a prosecutor, Daniella.
There's that poor kid D'Trell Weeks,
Hip-hop's Connor Hanks, lobotomized Larry Stillwell,
and why you were the last phone call with him
before he caught a nine-millimeter projectile
between the ears.
I've got nothing better to do.
- You wanna talk? Let's talk. Stop harassing Dom.
- What did you and Larry talk about the night he was killed?
- Attorney-client privilege
means I don't have to tell you shit, but I will.
He asked me to defend him if you ever brought up charges,
which, surprisingly, you never did.
- Surprisingly, he seems to have forgotten
that you are an entertainment attorney
and not a criminal defense attorney.
Maybe all the bodies around you confused him.
Now he's just one more.
- You should be more concerned about the bodies
you buried blazing a trail to the DA's office.
- A trail I blazed with no help from my oldest
and formerly best friend.
- A best friend who could not support
a sanctimonious political shark
and the drama queen you've become.
- Did you see Larry the night
he was killed? - No.
- Did you see Misty that day or night?
- No.
- I just wanna talk to her, Daniella.
- Beverly, I was in the middle
of something extremely important
when you dialed up this bullshit.
I have nothing more to offer you.
- Return my calls. - Kiss my ass.
- Hey. Somwon, right?
- Yeah. I thought you left.
You forget something? - Uh-uh.
So you code for Daniella?
- No, I'm just her assistant. That's it.
- Well, I pity whosever Instagram account that was.
You are all up in their business.
- I was not.
I don't code. I don't program.
I research. That's it.
I was running a search engine with a little acceleration.
- Searching for what?
Come on, I'm Daniella's cousin.
She tells me everything.
[R&B music]
- I'm 100% certain my boss tells no one everything,
but if you had a Twitter account, you'd know.
- You mean the tweets of Beck
claiming he was drugged that went viral?
How about he's stupid and just got high?
- Even if you're right, Daniella wants me to research
any possibility he's telling the truth, so--
- So whose account were you checking?
I saw you.
♪ ♪
- This influencer put images
on her Instagram that makes it look like
she knew what was gonna happen before it happened.
- What's her name? - Erlinda.
- How about this?
Model for me, and I'll put you in touch with Erlinda.
She's a friend.
- I don't model, just like I don't code.
- This is my work.
I've done exhibitions everywhere.
♪ ♪
- Your stuff's good, but, no.
- I don't paint what I see. I paint what I feel.
So, if you really wanna get in touch with Erlinda
and make your boss happy--
and me--
call me.
Somwon.
♪ ♪
- Ooh.
I don't paint what I see. I paint what I feel, Somwon.
[chuckles]
- Man, I love the creative ways the best restaurants in town
allow you to take home their food, heat it up,
and it's just as delicious as being there.
- I completely agree.
- Hey, Tamika, you hungry?
I mean, there's plenty food there.
- Smells great, but I ate before I came over.
Pretend like I'm not here.
- So...
Seven years sober. You?
- Five.
- Congratulations.
- So let's just, uh... [chuckles]
Let's just get this out of the way.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
I'm 35, once divorced.
I share joint custody of a 13- and 11-year-old boy and girl.
The music thing is working, but after I got sober,
I realized how much I loved art.
So now I own an art gallery.
Your cousin Ruby is gonna be showing there.
I'm a hell of a tennis player but a terrible loser.
- Good to know.
So I spoke to the execs over at Criterium.
They think we'll be able to figure out an agreement,
maybe even next week.
- You really gonna keep this about work?
Come on, Daniella, give me something.
- What do you wanna know?
Why I'm an alcoholic?
What my childhood was like?
[chuckles]
Well, since I was born, I've been rejected
by both sides of my family.
I'm the love child of a famous singer and music mogul
who kept my mother and I hidden away in this very house,
which explains the '80s decor.
I can't just let go.
My name is Daniella Hernandez,
so the world would never know I existed.
Oh, and my parents died in a car accident when I was six.
Still have nightmares.
Yeah, that with the partying and drinking
and the entertainment business,
and you get someone who likes her alcohol.
Well, liked her alcohol a little too much.
- See, that wasn't too bad.
How's the wagyu ribeye?
- I love it.
[both chuckle]
- [groans]
♪ ♪
Hmm.
- Here you go, Pop.
- You've been out a month now, huh?
- Guess it's time for us to have a talk.
- You know, it's about time for you
to pay me what you owe me.
- You took a big one for the family.
No way I could repay you what I owe you.
I can carry you for a bit,
but you deserve much more than I have right now.
That ain't what I wanna hear, Papa.
I gave up my whole goddamn life,
and you gonna feed this kind of bullshit at me?
Come on, man, that shit ain't gonna fly.
- Right now I just don't have it,
but I'm re-launching the label,
and that's where you'll get your money,
with God as my witness.
- You're still calling on God, huh?
[chuckles]
- Well, we've had our differences.
You're carrying a white married man's child.
- Yes, I am.
- He ain't ever gonna leave his wife.
What are you thinking?
- Right now, Daddy, I'm thinking
I need to get away from you.
- Oh, you walk out that door to be
with that white fool who's trying to ruin me?
- He's not trying to ruin you.
- I'll be through with you, your children,
and your children's children, as God is my witness.
- Once I walk out that door, with God as my witness,
if you come near me,
my children, or my children's children,
I'll ask God to strike you down.
- Listen, man, I was gonna take my money,
go somewhere, and start all over,
but since you can't make things right with me,
I'ma tell you what you gonna do.
You gonna make things right with Lila's little girl,
and you're gonna tell her the truth.
- Your truth and my truth ain't the same.
I've always told you that.
- Yeah, well, I think you're lying.
- Think what you want.
Leave it, son. Forget about the past.
- Well, I was gonna try, but since I'm stuck here,
ain't no telling what the future's gonna bring.
- I can't believe I let you talk me into this.
- I don't remember a whole lot of talking last night.
- I did some more research on Erlinda.
I really need to talk to her.
- I told you I will hook you up, and I will.
- Well, hook me up.
- You're moving. - It's important.
And remember, don't paint this tattoo.
You told me if I do this, you'll hook me up.
[soft sultry music]
♪ ♪
- You're hooked up now. Happy?
- Somwon. - Yes, ma'am.
- According to what you found researching Erlinda,
Beck's been hiding some very important information from me.
- Yep.
Well, your cousin Ruby is gonna have her
reach out to you directly.
- My cousin Ruby? When did you talk to her?
- Uh, this morning.
Look, things just happened so fast.
I'm sorry, boss.
- Don't be. She's a beautiful woman.
You're a handsome grown man.
Just wear your seat belts with my cousin.
You may need 'em.
- Beck. - D.
- Sit down. - What? No hug?
- Sit down. - Okay.
I got your message. What's up?
- Do you know Erlinda?
- The influencer? Yeah.
We were hanging out at the party.
She's also your dead girlfriend
Amy McCauley's sister.
- I know.
What, you thought I was gonna lie to you?
- I don't know what you were going to say, honestly.
Amy McCauley was your girlfriend,
and she died of a fentanyl overdose
right before I started working on your contract.
She died at a party you two attended together.
You never told me.
- Because you wouldn't believe
that we weren't getting high together.
- You're right. I don't.
Just like I don't believe you were doped
at my grandfather's birthday party.
What, you and Amy weren't
getting high together the night she died?
- No, D.
It's the truth.
- What about my grandfather's birthday party?
Were you getting high then?
- Okay, yeah, but it was an isolated event, D.
I really was up 36 hours editing.
I was just so tired, I wanted to check out.
Look, you can tell the insurance company
that I was the victim of a prank.
You know how to make 'em believe it.
- Why should I?
- Because we are a package deal.
Because I'm your friend, and if I lose, this firm loses.
Come on, D, I need you to use all your powers.
I'm dead if you don't.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Go home.
- [sighs]
- Stay home. No parties.
I'll call you.
Tamika, be my soundboard.
I need to talk out this Beck situation.
- Too dangerous to have so much going on
before your second latte.
What's up?
- Beck and his girlfriend are getting high.
She dies, he can't face up to his part in it.
- How are you so sure? - Because I was him once.
I was in denial.
People got hurt,
but I had to face the consequences.
Even if I can make this save, should I?
If I help him, am I just hurting him?
- Girl, I'm the wrong one to ask.
I gave my last
a second chance, third chance,
a seventh chance.
You gotta decide.
- [vomits]
- Daniella? Oh, shit.
Daniella, are you okay?
♪ ♪
Jesus Christ, D.
How many of these did you take?
Were you trying to get high, or were you trying
to kill yourself? - Get high.
I needed to take the edge off.
It--it just hurts so much.
I'm sorry.
Wait, no, don't call anybody.
Please, I don't need a doctor. I'll never get my license back.
- We'll get through this. I'm here.
I will never quit on you, okay? Let's go.
[knock at door]
- Morning. - Morning.
- Am I too early?
- Early is on time to me. - [chuckles]
- Tyson's expecting our call.
Tamika, let's try him. Have a seat.
- All right. Thank you. - Good to see you.
- Same here. You look great. What's up, Tamika?
- Hey.
You got it.
- Tyson, good morning.
- Daniella, I found Jazz's paperwork.
Look, I don't know what games Larry was playing,
but we'll get this sorted out.
- Who are you on with?
- Oh, Daniella Hernandez and Jazzico.
- Good morning, Daniella, Jazz. - Carol.
Congratulations on getting back in the game.
- Jazzico owes us an album.
- Uh, Criterium owes me an advance.
- You received all monies owed to you
after marketing promotions, PR, and video expenses.
All things you asked for.
So don't bother us with this again, Jazz.
And, Daniella, how many times do I have to tell you?
I never wanna see you on the opposite side
of any negotiations that I'm engaged in.
- Who and what in the hell was that?
- Carol Steinburg.
She took over Criterium Records.
She's also my late father's wife.
Yeah, it's a long story.
Needless to say, I might not be the right lawyer for you.
- Well, I think you're the only lawyer for me.
It's time for the Criterium label and I to part ways.
They don't know who they playing with.
[singer vocalizing]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Time keeps on moving ♪
♪ And images of you cross my mind ♪
♪ Trying to pick up the pieces ♪
♪ Of a world that's left behind ♪
♪ I'm missing you like crazy ♪
♪ Can't understand these hearts that break, no ♪
♪ I question on my fate ♪
♪ And await this cold to melt ♪
- ♪ You're in a place ♪
- ♪ I know you're taken care of ♪
- ♪ I see your face ♪ - ♪ In the stars up above ♪
♪ And someday, I'll see you again ♪
- [gasps] Oh.
[chuckles]
Well, you sure haven't changed a lot.
Come on in.
- It looks like you've done all right.
- How long have you been out?
- A month. - Hmm.
I ain't, uh, looked you up.
I was nervous you didn't want to see me.
- You always made bad choices.
- Except for you.
Uh, what you been up to?
Who you married to?
You got kids?
- One. Ours.
Daniella. You met her.
What do you think?
- I think you did good.
She seem kind of wild like her mama.
Uh, both mamas.
- Where are you staying?
- At my dad's, you know?
Just looking for some answers to what happened.
- Don't look too hard, Sly,
and don't tell Daniella how close we were.
She doesn't know.
- What? Why not?
- Because I thought that would be best.
Isn't that what you wanted?
I'm sorry if that hurts.
[melancholy music]
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Did Daniella invite you over to dinner?
- Sure did.
Look, uh...
You cooking my favorite dish?
- I'll think about it.
[elevator bell dings]
- Where is she? - In the conference room.
[indistinct chatter]
- Erlinda, thank you for coming.
- Sure. It's the least I could do.
The image I took of you and Beck nearly doubled
the subscribers of my IG. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Somwon, thank you. Please sit down.
I'm sorry about your sister.
- This is about Amy?
- I hope I'm not being too insensitive,
but I need to know.
Did Beck have anything to do with her overdose?
- [sighs] No.
We were all at the same party.
She snuck away with some friends, got high.
By the time back and I found her, it was too late.
He had nothing to do with it.
It was moving seeing how hard he tried to save her.
- Then what do you think happened
at Ellis Shaw's birthday party?
- Call it trauma bonding,
but Beck and I have been hanging out since Amy died.
We've gotten really close. I saw you when you arrived.
He started out fine, then he just lost it.
He just went on and on about the producers
changing their minds.
He had a couple drinks I told him not to have,
went into the bathroom,
and when he came out, he was high as shit.
I felt so bad.
Amy and the movie was too much, I guess.
I'd do anything to help him.
- Anything?
- Come on in. - Thanks.
- D, you know what?
We don't even have to do this.
Getting high like that at the party,
it'll never happen again.
- Come on.
You lied to me,
manipulated me and my people.
You know that's classic addict behavior.
- Shit, shit, shit. I'm not ready at all, am I?
- No.
You're going in for a month.
Dude, the reason for the delay
was because a financier dropped out,
not because they stopped believing in you.
Look, you do this right, the movie might still be waiting
for you when you get out.
- You really are my friend.
- Becks, if you cracked waiting for a deal to close,
what are you gonna do when $200 million is at stake?
Your friend says you need a year,
but your lawyer says you're a dope-ass director.
Let's keep you in the game.
- Yeah, let's do it.
[sighs]
[soft music]
I saw Erlinda's blog.
Fentanyl-spiked fruit punch at your grandfather's party?
You got affidavits
from six people that say they were doped, too?
I mean, what's your grandfather gonna say?
- Nothing.
I'm sure he plans never to speak to me again.
Hey, don't make me regret this.
- [sighs] I got you.
- Love you.
♪ ♪
- There she is.
Let's get outta here.
[cell phone vibrates]
- Go ahead. Yell at me.
- About what?
Oh, that drug fiasco at my 80th birthday party.
[laughs]
Shit, that was the talk of the town.
Front page in all the trades.
Trending on social media. [chuckles]
I haven't been this relevant in what?
Two decades, thanks to you.
- Okay.
Then to what do I owe the honor?
- I didn't know this locket still existed.
Your mother and I both had one.
So my question is, why did you bring it to me?
What do you want?
- Why do I have to want anything?
- Everybody wants something.
- Well, if everybody wants something, what do you want?
- To return this.
[soft music]
- That's bullshit, Mr. Shaw.
You texted me.
I came down here because I thought maybe
after all this time, you'd say, "Join the family."
And maybe I'd invite you to dinner tonight.
And maybe you'd think about it.
After all this time.
You know what? Full disclosure?
One of my mother's songs
has been licensed to sell a sexual dysfunction pill.
I want it to stop.
I want her songs. I wanna protect her legacy.
- I have half of her catalog.
Carol Steinburg has the other half.
How do you know that she didn't license that song?
- Because I know you did.
You must be really hard up.
I have a feeling the real reason you're here
is because you need some serious
entertainment legal advice.
- Full disclosure?
I was done with this
when I was done with your mama.
I just want you to be very clear about that.
- Well, one of us got what we wanted.
Good luck, Mr. Shaw.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[line trilling]
- Hello?
Hello? Who's calling?
Who the hell is this?
♪ ♪
- [knocks on door]
- You're still here. Why aren't you gone already?
- You're my role model, but I do have plans tonight.
Look, I just got these pictures,
and I think you should take a look.
- You could have emailed them.
- Yes, but I wanted to see what you thought.
The parked car-- that's Larry Stillwell's car
in a parking garage the night of the murder.
- The other car-- we think that's our shooter.
Looks like it could be a black Mercedes or BMW.
It's hard to tell.
- I wanna know as soon as we ID the plates.
- Got it.
- Anything else? - Go home.
- Night-night.
- I hope everybody likes paella.
It's an old family recipe.
- It's the bomb. - I remember.
- [speaking Spanish]
- Don't get me started about the last time
I tasted your sangria. You want some?
- I would love a glass.
Uncle Sly tells me you two are old friends.
- We sure are. Welcome back, Sly.
- It's damn nice to be back. - Daniella.
- Good evening, everybody.
I'm Jazzico, a new client of Daniella's.
- And a hell of a singer, too.
- Welcome. - How you doing?
[doorbell rings] - I'll get it.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [groaning]
- Dom, what are you doing here?
- You're not answering my texts--I'm showing up.
You already know that. So what's up?
You having a party, I ain't invited?
- It's a family gathering. - Shit, I'm family.
- Dom, what do you want?
- Beverly Rucker shut down another one of my sets.
She's hitting me up with bullshit code violations,
costing me time, money, and hurting my relationships.
Do I need to keep going? - No.
Listen, I'll call her.
Dom. Excuse me. Hold-- Wait, wait, wait.
- ♪ Mm ♪
♪ Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere ♪
♪ I've loved you before ♪
[soft piano music]
♪ Unfair, unfair ♪
♪ Somehow now it's even more ♪
♪ ♪
♪ No promises ♪
♪ Tomorrow will come for us ♪
♪ Now is all we get ♪
♪ Though it never is enough ♪
♪ While love is warm ♪
♪ Let me hold you in my arms ♪
♪ Where we are now ♪
♪ Could be the best part ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere ♪
♪ I've loved you before ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Unfair, unfair ♪
♪ Somehow now it's even more ♪
- Whoo!
- That was beautiful.
Everyone, this is another one of my clients.
- Hey, I mean, who doesn't know
the hit-making producer Dominiq Mayfield?
- What's good with you? - Respect.
- Ain't seen you in a while. Where you been?
You know you're in a spot
usually reserved for me as a client, but thanks.
- Dom isn't staying.
I'll handle that matter we discussed in the morning, okay?
- You signed to a label?
I could use you in my repertoire.
- Uh, we'll have to talk.
[doorbell rings] - Most definitely.
- I'll get that.
- You look like one serious nigga.
I didn't catch the name.
- I'm Slyvester Shaw.
I'm Daniella's uncle, but you can call me Sly.
- I didn't know she had a uncle Sly.
- Our family is full of secrets,
but my uncle Sly is one of the better ones.
- Yeah, well, the world is gonna have to grow on me.
[suspenseful music]
Kinda like you are.
- Hmm. - Yeah.
- [scoffs]
This is a surprise.
- That's me. These are for you.
And this is for me.
- Thank you.
[soft jazz music]
- Can I come in? - Yeah.
♪ ♪
- Come on.
Hey, everyone. This is Ellis Shaw.
- Her grandfather.
- Seeing you two together makes me so happy.
- Me too.
- Mr. Shaw, didn't get to tell you the other night,
but you inspired my entire career.
- Well, with a little help from my granddaughter,
maybe I can inspire another generation.
[grunting] - Oh!
- Is he okay?
- Oh, my God. - Grandpa!
- Ellis! - Somebody call 911!
[all clamoring] - Is he okay?
- Ellis, hold on. - Is he okay?
- Help, come on. - Hey, is he okay?
- I don't know. - Are you calling?
- Hold on. Help is coming.
- [groans]
- Hang in there.
- [laughing]
- What's so funny?
- Your mama.
She--she put a curse on me.
- Once I walk out that door, with God as my witness,
if you come near me,
my children, or my children's children,
I'll ask God to strike you down.
- [laughing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪