- The way to Anthony Johnson is?
- Is through his stomach.
- As fine as he is, I'm hoping to get
to something a little lower.
- Let's make that official, dog.
- Oh, wow. - [laughs] Huh?
Come on, crank that up!
- Carolyn!
- You're walking back through those doors with me.
- Now, that is not going to happen.
And either you are with me or you are against me.
Oh.
Okay.
- I really appreciate you came out.
You always been a sister I never had.
¶ Forever's starting right now ¶
[mellow hip-hop music]
¶ Even though winter seems a little colder ¶
¶ Better's starting right now, yeah ¶
¶ I promise you, all that pushing ¶
¶ All that fighting, all that running ¶
¶ All that climbing ¶
¶ It won't be, won't be, won't be for nothing ¶
¶ Give it to me, yeah, yeah ¶
¶ ¶
- Mm. Hmm. Mm-mm.
[soft upbeat music]
Mm. Mm-hmm. Mm.
- Now, are you gonna eat the damn thing
or are you gonna make love to it?
- Hey.
You know I eat when I'm stressed, bro.
Between Syd tripping and Alexander Cora,
these phones, God.
I am stressed.
- Yeah, well, you and me both.
Yeah, now, you might wanna go inside and get
another half-dozen pizzas, because I know
where the phones are, and you haven't
even begun to stress out yet.
- Show me where the phones are.
And please, please don't tell me it's somebody we know.
- Not unless they're in Jamaica.
- Jamaica? - Take a look for yourself.
Whoever robbed us are selling our phones on eBay
out of Montego Bay and Kingston for $200 a pop.
- Mike, even with defects, these are $1,000 devices, man!
- You ain't doing nothing but preaching to the choir.
But the real question is, what are we gonna do about it?
- I know what I'm gonna do about it.
I'ma go down there myself.
- Man, you?
Those island boys will cut you up
and send you back to us in a box.
- Look, we gotta do something, man.
I can't just sit here.
- Well, there is one card we haven't played yet.
- Okay, well, what's that?
- Now might be the time to tell Alexander the truth.
He does have international ties,
and he might even be able to track down
the phones and the thieves.
- Now you really tripping.
All right, he finds out that we've been robbed
and that these phones aren't where they're supposed to be,
man, we gonna both wind up dead, for real.
Mm-mm.
Gotta be a better solution than that.
- Well, I do have a few friends over at eBay
I can talk to, to see if we can get them to stop
selling them on the site.
- I mean, I think that's a good idea.
So, so yeah.
Um, let's do that.
Let's do that.
- Slow down. Slow down. Where you going?
- I gotta get home, man.
See if I can get Sydney to finally talk to me.
- She's still that mad, huh? - [scoffs]
This thing with Gabrielle and Carolyn Britton
has just gotten completely out of hand.
So I'm gonna go home, do my thing on the grill like I do,
and maybe--
maybe loosen her up a little so we can talk.
- Good luck. - Ha.
Yeah, I'm gonna need it.
Love you, man.
- All rise.
The United States of America versus Moses Britton.
The Honorable Hubert Dawson presiding.
You may be seated.
- What do we have in front of us today, Mr. Bowen?
- Your Honor, my client, Mr. Moses Britton,
was supposed to be released on appeal over a week ago,
but we were advised that his stay was removed
due to new evidence presented to Judge Coleman,
which, by the way, I still haven't seen yet.
- Is there a reason as to why the evidence
hasn't been submitted?
- Yes, Your Honor.
The evidence is highly classified,
and all parties have to be cleared
by the State Department.
It's still pending review.
- As you know, Your Honor, Judge Coleman
has had some kind of emergency.
His entire docket has been rescheduled for 45 days.
My client should not have to wait until that time.
- I agree.
And I'd also like to see that evidence.
Perhaps there's a happy medium.
Mr. Bowen, is your client prepared to post bond?
- Yes, sir, we are.
[tense music]
¶ ¶
- I need you two to approach, please.
I just received a message from Judge Coleman
and a copy of the classified evidence
against Mr. Britton.
Now, I'm inclined to rule against your motion
for bail, Mr. Bowen.
And Mr. Britton over here will be held
until Judge Coleman's return. - What?
This is highly irregular, Your Honor.
My client has the right to see the evidence against him.
- It's my ruling.
And if you don't like it, there's an appeal process.
But for right now, I need for you two
to return to your seats.
¶ ¶
- [whispering indistinctly]
- Mr. Britton, you will be held until Judge Coleman's return
and the court has the proper time
to review the evidence submitted
to determine its validity. - Objection!
My client has already been in custody for five years.
- Well, two to three more weeks won't make
that much of a difference, now, will it, Counselor?
Court is adjourned. [gavel bangs]
h of a difference, now, will it, Counselor?
Court is adjourned. [gavel bangs]
- Wait, wait, one minute, please.
Please, I'm gonna fix this, Moses.
I'm gonna get you the hell out of there
if it's the last thing I do, I promise you.
- What the hell just happened?
But you said he was coming home today.
- I thought he was.
There's something seriously wrong here.
I don't know what happened. - I do. It's Christopher.
- Who the hell is Christopher? - Now, it all makes sense.
Christopher Johnson-- he is a big fixer
known for his backroom deals.
- Yeah, and Carolyn's hired him to do her dirty work.
- Are you sure it's Christopher?
He's a friend.
We go skiing with his family every year.
- Lawyers don't have friends, we only have clients.
And this whole courtroom's like the OK Corral,
and Christopher is a pretty big gun for hire.
- Then what the hell do we do now?
- What we should have done from the beginning--
hire a bigger gun.
- ¶ You'd better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ Better tell him who I'm is ¶
¶ Who I'm is, who I'm is, who I'm is ¶
¶ You better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ ¶
- Well?
- Well, he's not coming home today,
and probably not this week.
- Oh, thank God.
- Carolyn, no. This thing is far from over.
You have to understand that we're not gonna be able
to keep him in there forever.
- I don't need him in there forever, just till Labor Day.
That's all.
- I understand what you want, Carolyn,
but at this point, I don't even know if that's possible.
We are fighting to keep him in there, day by day.
- Well, we'll just have to fight harder.
I need more time.
- And I'm gonna need more money, Carolyn.
It is costing us more and more to make this happen,
and I'm sorry, but your retainer is almost gone.
- Look, I'll get you more money, damn it, okay?
You just make sure that Moses stays put
until this conservatorship is handled
and the board votes.
You understand?
- Understood.
I'll be expecting a wire by the end of the day.
- You'll have it within the hour.
- Thank you.
- And Christopher...
[soft mischievous music]
- Yes?
- You did a good job, baby.
- Thank you.
- I'll see you tonight.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Mm.
Dominique, let's go.
- As you wish.
¶ ¶
- What's up, Pop?
What are you doing, moving or something?
- Nah, man. I ain't going nowhere.
I pay rent here.
Now, you, you need to find a place to stay.
- [laughs] What, so you kicking me out?
- That's not what I'm doing.
You made a decision that resulted
in you no longer staying here.
- What decision?
- The decision that you don't need me.
- Come on, Pop. You sound crazy.
Look, just because I'm exploring
other options besides the Olympics
don't mean I don't need you.
We still a team.
- Oh, is that right?
Rocking that big-ass hip-hop BTB chain?
That tell me you don't trust me.
- That's not true. - How is it not true?
So what is it, the bling that's blinding you?
The money? The fame? Which is it?
Because obviously, you can't see it.
- Oh, I can't see?
Maybe you so hell-bent on it being your way or no way
that you get upset 'cause I'm exploring anything else.
- What are you talking about? It ain't never been that.
- [scoffs] Okay.
- It's always the best option, not my option.
So let me remind you, you wanted to be
the professional boxer, not me.
You said, Dad, I'ma do whatever it takes to be the best.
I supported that decision, Peter.
- And I appreciate that. - So?
- You don't think I know that I wouldn't be where I am today
if it wasn't for you?
But I stuck by my word.
I didn't sign the contract. I promised you that I wouldn't.
All I've been doing is hanging out with Bobby and his team.
They support me too.
- Okay, then let 'em go support you fully then.
'Cause if you're dumb enough to see that wearing the chain,
taking the money isn't fully consummating
that agreement between you and Bobby
and his wack-ass company-- - That is not what that means!
- How is it not what it means, Peter?
I saw the video from the party.
He announced it to the world, Peter.
I'm not gonna sit up here and let you be
a clown in his [...] circus!
[apprehensive music]
You are not gonna be Team BTB and live here with me.
I won't allow it, plain and simple.
- Shit.
So--so that's it, huh?
You're really doing this?
My mother is gone, and now, you're gonna kick me out.
I'm about to be a real, live orphan out here.
- I'm your father.
I love you.
I'm always gonna love you and support you.
Do you know what I go through?
Every single day?
To protect you?
You know the shit I see?
You know who I'm protecting you from?
[...] just like him!
You have no [...] clue.
I deal with that to make you the best man that you can be.
So I'm just curious.
When are we, as a people, including your Black ass,
when are we gonna give more than 75%?
80%?
When we gonna give 100% to each other?
110%?
That means you giving 100% on a regular basis.
120% means you became something they said you couldn't be!
That's what I'm fighting for!
Keeping you from the Bobby Boyds of the world!
And you come in this house with a [...] BTB chain?
I should whoop your [...] ass!
Now, you're gonna make up your mind, young man!
You're either gonna be Team BTB and get the [...] out my house,
or if you live here,
if you live here, you better bring
your narrow Black ass in this [...]
and listen to what I say!
Are we clear?
You got a choice to make, not me!
Put this shit on me.
- Yeah, okay.
¶ ¶
- [...].
[slams glass]
- Hey, Sally. - Hey!
- How you doing, young lady?
- Good.
- I lost my wallet here earlier, I think.
- Oh, okay.
- Anybody give you anything, or...?
- I'll check the back to see if somebody dropped it off.
- Okay. All right, thank you.
- Mm-hmm. I'll be right back.
- Anthony?
Anthony Johnson, right?
- Hey, hi. Uh, do I know you?
- No, but I know you.
I know that you're the CEO and president of Sydney Tech.
You drive a McLaren, and you live
at 24 Waterside Drive in Sag Harbor.
And you also have a home in Scarsdale.
Would you like me to tell you your Social Security Number?
- Uh, no.
How--how do you know all that?
- I work for the CIA.
- Really? Um, CIA?
- [laughs quietly]
- No.
I have your wallet.
- [chuckles] Oh.
Oh, so that was a joke, okay.
You know, that-- that's not funny.
- Uh, yeah. It was.
I'm Alyssa.
Alyssa Winters.
- Okay, nice to meet you.
Oh, Alyssa Winters.
I'm sorry.
The celebrity TV chef.
And I had those delicious lamb chops of yours
on Carolyn Britton's yacht.
- It is my specialty.
- [chuckles] Yeah, I'll say.
And my wife and I, we tried to reconstruct those lamb chops,
but to no avail. - Yeah.
- All right?
So you know what you need to do.
You need to give a brother that recipe.
- [laughs] Oh, well, I can't just give you the recipe.
But I do teach cooking classes.
- I can just pay you for it.
I mean, you sure I can't just pay you for the recipe?
- No, sir. - Okay.
- I don't operate like that.
Here's my card.
And it was really nice to meet you, Mr. Johnson.
- Pleasure to meet you too.
Um, I guess I'll be in touch, and thank you.
Thank you so much for returning my wallet.
- I look forward to it.
And it was the right thing to do.
[soft suggestive music]
¶ ¶
- I'm gonna have that chicken.
- Chicken? - It sounds amazing.
- Okay, perfect.
And the steak, right? Mm-hmm.
¶ ¶
Awesome. I'ma get that ready for you right now, okay?
- Okay, thank you.
- What are you doing here, Peter?
- Look, I'm not here to cause any trouble.
I just needed someone to talk to, that's all.
It's important.
- Go sit over there at a table.
Let me tell them I'm on my break.
¶ ¶
- ¶ I wish we could go away from here ¶
- Hey.
What's going on?
- Look, my dad has lost it. He's tripping.
Well, maybe that's not the right word,
but he's being unreasonable.
And at this point, I'm gonna be homeless.
- Homeless? - Yeah.
- He kicked you out? - Yes.
Well, no, kind of, sort of.
- Peter, relax.
Tell me what's going on.
- Look, he doesn't want me to sign to Team BTB.
He's stuck on me going to the Olympic trials,
and to make it worse, he had a lawyer look at the contract
that Bobby offered me.
He says it's bogus.
- Well, is it?
- Honestly, I haven't read it.
Look, but it's Bobby "The Beast."
He's a boxing legend, and he wants me, T!
And to make it even better, he gave me $100,000 in cash
to seal the deal.
This is the biggest opportunity of my life,
and I just cannot believe my dad
is being this unreasonable.
- Peter, listen.
You're looking at Bobby like an athlete.
Your dad is looking at him like...
a predator.
Listen, there's more to Bobby Boyd
than what happens in that ring, and your dad
is just smart enough to see that.
We both know he would never let you do anything
that's detrimental to you.
- I mean, I guess.
- I gotta get back to work.
Go home, Peter.
It's where you belong.
- Real talk, I don't know where I would be since we broke up.
I miss you so much, T.
- I miss you too.
- ¶ 'Cause I'm down to fight for you ¶
- I'm not. No, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
- Just stay open, bro, because something ain't right.
- Malcolm, out of all people, you think it would be--
- What the hell is going on?
I can hear you two all the way upstairs!
- Malcolm thinks that you're secretly
plotting to keep Dad in jail.
- Now, that is ridiculous.
How the hell could I have any control
over his being in jail?
- We know about Christopher, Mother.
- What about him?
- We know you hired him to sabotage Daddy.
- I did what I needed to do,
and I will not defend myself, Malcolm.
- I think one of the concerns that Malcolm and I have is,
why didn't you discuss any of this with us, Mother?
- Because I had to focus on matters
more important to this family.
Look, your father being in jail hasn't been ideal
for me, either.
All of his responsibilities fell on me,
and it hasn't been easy!
- Oh, Mother, Mother.
It's okay.
We know it hasn't been easy, and we appreciate you
for taking on the role to be the leader of our family
and the business.
- You acting like we haven't been there to help you.
- Malcolm!
- Everybody had to step up to the plate.
- That is not what I'm saying at all.
You boys have done a tremendous job,
but there is more to this situation than you realize.
- Is that why you hired Christopher Johnson
behind our backs? - Bro!
- Look, this is not only about taking care
of what we already have.
This is also about us protecting
our family's future.
I mean, look at the Eli Bradshaws of the world.
Now I have to make sure that nothing or no one
comes along to jeopardize or stake claim
to what rightfully belongs to you boys.
- Mother, who would come to jeopardize our future?
And how would they even be able to claim
anything that belongs to us?
- Oh, son, long-lost relatives pop up all the time.
Family members that you didn't even realize existed.
[apprehensive music]
- Am I interrupting something?
- No, Kimberly. Not at all.
I was just telling the boys about the Black Hamptons
Labor Day celebration.
You and I will have a discussion in a few minutes.
- Yes, ma'am.
¶ ¶
- Wait, are you saying that Dad
had a family member outside somewhere?
- All I'm saying is that I'm covering all the bases
from every angle, leaving nothing to chance while I can.
That's what I'm saying.
And I'm also saying that I am not
having this discussion again.
Do you understand?
- Yes, I understand.
¶ ¶
[mischievous music]
¶ ¶
- Mmm, mmm.
Cheers.
Ooh!
So you've had a lot of time on your hands.
- Hmm? - What's going on with Anthony?
I hate to think you're losing your touch, sis.
- And what the hell is that supposed to mean?
- [laughs] Come on.
It means that once upon a time,
you would have had Anthony, uh,
painting your toenails by now, girl.
- And who said he won't be?
- [laughs] okay.
[phone ringing]
- This is Alyssa.
- Ms. Winters, Anthony Johnson.
- Mr. Johnson, it's so good to hear from you.
And can we please stop with the Ms. Winters shit?
Please call me Alyssa.
- [laughs] Only if you'll call me Anthony.
- And what is it that you want, Anthony?
- Remember that private cooking class
you were telling me about?
- That's definitely possible.
So when would you and your wife like to schedule it?
- That's just the thing.
It, um--it won't be the two of us.
It would, uh-- it would just be me.
See, our anniversary is coming up,
and, uh, I wanna do a home-cooked meal.
I'm typically the grill master,
but this is something she'd never expect.
- Guess we'd better go ahead and get started then.
- That's exactly what I was hoping to hear.
So thanks a lot, Alyssa. I appreciate it.
And, uh, again, if you don't mind keeping this between us?
I really want it to be a surprise.
- Oh, it'll definitely be our little secret, Anthony.
I'll text you with details.
- Sounds good.
- Don't you ever again doubt me, sis.
- Ooh! Yes.
Hey, hey, what are you making for lunch?
Yes!
Done.
- Oh, Moses, been a long time.
I didn't think I'd be seeing you anytime soon,
especially in here.
- Is that why you abandoned me in my time of need?
- [chuckles] No.
I abandoned you 'cause I was the chairman
of the Congressional Banking Committee,
and you were being charged with 56 counts
of bank and wire fraud.
There's no need for both of us to go down.
- I can't argue with that.
- So why am I here?
- Because you owe me.
You owe me big time.
- There's no denying that.
You've always done right by me.
How can I help?
- What I want you to do is get Judge Coleman and Judge Dawson
and whoever else is involved in this case
to back the [...] up.
- Okay. $10 million.
Yep, 5 for me and 5 to grease the wheels of justice.
- Damn, that's a hell of a lot of money, man.
- Hey, you're asking quite a big favor here.
Bribing two federal judges and their clerks,
and probably a couple of Treasury and SEC officials?
I mean, that's the price.
- But $10 million? Jesus Christ!
- It's a small price to pay for your freedom
when you think about it, Moses.
- Well, if you got 10 million, yeah, but I don't have it.
- But you own a bank!
- My wife is running that,
hence the reason I'm sitting here talking to you
in this [...] monkey suit.
- Like I said, I can make this all go away.
But that's the price.
You wanna dance, you gotta pay the band.
And your window of opportunity is coming to a short.
[suspenseful music]
- What do you mean by that?
- I'm leaving. I'm leaving this town.
- Where the hell are you going?
You live and breathe New York.
- New Orleans, baby.
I'm giving up my seat.
I'm leaving for greener pastures,
better weather, you know.
Minus the hurricanes, of course.
[chuckles] Listen.
I gotta get out of here.
Just give me a call when you got the 10 mil.
Okay, my friend?
All right.
Take care of yourself.
¶ ¶
- Yes, sir, I understand.
I understand.
Yes, I understand.
- Leslie, why we all rush down here?
What's going on? - I'm not sure.
Jeffrey's on the phone with Uncle Moses right now.
- Hey, babe. - Mm.
- Okay, Jeffrey.
We're all here.
What's this about?
- Well, I've just spoken to Moses,
and he has found a way to get rid
of this ordeal permanently.
But it does come with a hefty price tag.
- I don't care about the price tag.
If it can bring my dad home, we will pay it.
Now, how much do you need?
- $10 million.
- What? - Um, sir, come on now.
$10 million?
Jeffrey, we don't have that kind of money.
- Aunt Carolyn does.
- I appreciate the sentiment, but I highly doubt
Carolyn would be willing to loan us that money.
- Yeah, which is a shame, because this is her husband
we're talking about.
- $10 million is excessive.
I mean, I can come up with 1 or 2 myself,
but most of our money is tied up in our family trust.
- Now, look, I'm just the messenger.
I did not set the price.
- Then who did?
- Ronald Sims.
- [scoffs] - Hmm.
- The congressman? - Yep.
And I can tell you from past experience,
he is not gonna lower that price.
But if he's involved, results are guaranteed.
- Guaranteed? - Yes.
- Then it's settled.
We pay the man.
- With what money, Malcolm?
I mean, we can probably come up with about $5 million,
but no one has access to $10 million
without Mother signing on it.
- Then we knock on some doors.
- Like whose?
- Don't look at me!
I may have Britton blood running through my veins,
but I do not have $10 million just lying around.
- Mm-mm. - Mortgage your home.
- Oh, shit! - Jeffrey.
- That's not gonna happen.
- Hey, that don't make sense.
- Look, I love Uncle Moses, but there are some lines
you just don't cross.
And Jeffrey and I are working on a family.
And he hasn't even been paid for his legal work yet.
- [sighs] Okay, I get it.
Thanks for nothing.
- Mal--
- Martin and I will get the money.
Tell Sims we'll have 5 million for him tonight,
and the rest at the end of the week.
- Wait, honey, honey, where are you going?
- Where do you think?
To get the money to get my dad out of jail.
¶ ¶
- So you're back from that family meeting, are you?
- Yes, and it was super intense.
- You're not getting another divorce again, are you?
I thought things were good.
- No, they are, and I love him to death.
But the question is, do I love him enough
to loan him the $5 million he needs?
- Loan him?
Do you even have $5 million?
- Uh, yes, I do, and quite a bit more.
- [scoffs] - Mm-hmm.
- I knew you got a nice chunk of change
from your last two divorce settlements,
but I didn't know they were that nice.
- [laughs] No, the money is not from my divorces.
It's from Anthony and I departing as business partners.
He gave me what he considered to be
a $10 million golden parachute.
- Well, it must have been one hell of a business deal.
- Yeah, 10 million is a drop in the bucket.
They're about to make billions.
Yeah, he should have given me 50.
That's another reason why I want you to take his ass down.
- Oh, I don't know.
- [sighs] I trust you got this.
- All day, every day.
- That's my sis. [chuckles]
- Hey.
- Hey, baby.
- Mmm, mm.
So?
How'd the money hunt go?
- Horrible.
- What?
What happened?
- Everybody loves you when you're loaning money out,
but nobody knows you when you come with hat in hand.
- Well, maybe this will help.
- What's this?
- Just a token of my love and support.
[soft hopeful music]
- Is this a joke? - [chuckles]
Come on, you should know by now.
Am I the joking type?
- Thank you. - [chuckles]
- But baby, how? Where did you get this?
- No, no, no, don't worry about all that.
Just know that this is good.
- [sighs] You are the best thing to ever happen to me.
I love you so much.
- Yes, I love you too.
And just know that I have your back, Malcolm, no matter what.
- If I didn't know, I know now.
You are truly my soulmate.
- Ha, well, now that that is settled, uh,
there is one more thing.
- What's that?
- Oh, you know, just the, uh, Morgan situation.
- What about it?
- It's done.
Over.
And I mean, for good.
- Morgan who?
- Good answer. - Mm-hmm.
I thought so.
- [chuckles softly]
[knocking at door]
- Come in.
Oh, hey.
Where you going?
- [chuckles] To visit a friend.
But, um...
We need to talk about Dad.
- Martin, I thought I made myself clear
when I said I was done discussing it.
- Yeah, I know, I know, Mother, you did.
However, I just wanna make sure you're not being blindsided.
But if you'd rather not discuss it, I understand too.
- No, no, tell me what's going on.
- Can we please keep this between you and I?
No one else, please?
- Yes, between us, son.
So what's going on?
- Malcolm is about to get Dad released.
- [scoffs] I highly doubt that.
Your father wasn't issued bail.
- No, I'm not talking about bail, Mother.
They've contacted Ronald Sims.
- Ronald Sims, the congressman?
- Yes.
And he's working behind the scenes
on Dad's release right now.
And he plans on getting it expunged.
- Wow, Moses is really uppin' his game
'cause Ronald Sims does not come cheap.
- Yeah, $10 million cheap.
And Malcolm is talking about getting it.
- Well, I'm not concerned about that.
Where the hell is your brother gonna get that kind of money?
He doesn't have $10 million.
- He plans on using our trust funds.
Yeah.
And don't get me wrong, I-- I want Dad home.
But I don't like the idea of giving
our money to Congressman Sims.
He's a real snake in the grass.
- Well, I wouldn't worry about that, sweetheart.
Your trust is safe, and your father
won't be home for a very long time.
- Mother, can I ask you a question?
- What?
- Why are you so hell-bent on keeping Dad in jail forever?
- Oh, I don't want him there forever.
I just need him to stay there until Labor Day,
and then he can be free as a bird.
- Okay, I mean, I still don't understand why
or what you're doing, but okay.
- You don't have to understand, Martin.
Just know that whatever my motive is,
it's in the best interests of you and your brother.
You trust me, don't you?
- Mm-hmm. - Good.
And I want you to know that I really appreciate
your bringing this to me.
And also, I don't know,
maybe I was a bit premature
when it came to your friend, Karrin.
- Mother, are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- [chuckles]
I never thought I would ever hear you
say something like that.
- Me, either. [both laugh]
But I don't know, maybe you--
you should start seeing her again.
Discreetly, of course.
- Are you serious?
- Of course I am.
Otherwise, I wouldn't say it.
You are an amazing son.
And I just truly want you to be happy, sweetheart.
- Thank you, Mother.
- Oh, you're welcome, baby.
- All right, I gotta go. - All right, be safe.
- All right, love you, Mother. - Love you.
¶ ¶
- What are you doing?
- Transferring funds from our trust to a joint account
Martin and I have, so we can take care of this business
with Sims first thing in the morning.
I don't want my dad in that place
any longer than he has to be.
He's already been in there too long.
The hell?
[computer chirps]
- What?
[computer chirps]
- No, no, no!
This can't be happening! - Babe, what's wrong?
- Shit!
It's blocked!
- Wait, what? What? How?
- [sighs] Mother must have found out what we were doing.
She's the only one that can block
my access as bank president.
- How would she find out?
- I told you, baby, I don't know.
But this has to be her.
- No, no. Okay.
It's gonna be okay.
It is gonna be okay.
- No, it's not!
[suspenseful music]
She's unstoppable.
The most treacherous person I know.
There's nothing I can do.
- No, babe, don't say that.
You can still do this.
- How?
God damn it. Tell me how, Vanessa.
- I don't know.
I promise, I'm gonna help you find a solution to this.
- ¶ Only family, too much vanity ¶
¶ Pure insanity, no humanity ¶
- Mike, what's going on, man?
I'm getting ready to head into this cooking class,
so make it quick.
- I just spoke with Aries Cora.
They know.
- What exactly do they know?
- Everything.
The phones being in Jamaica and them being faulty.
- What'd did he say?
- Man, pretty much that they're pissed,
and they wanna have a meeting ASAP.
Alexander is out of town, but he'll be back in two days.
- All right.
Two days.
[sighs] Shit.
- Man, I hate to say it, Anthony,
but I'm scared.
- Yeah, bro.
I'm scared too.
And I got somebody standing down the block, watching me.
I think he's been following me.
- Good, that's my boy, Frenchie.
He's the bouncer at the strip club I go to.
Him and his partner, Jimmy, are gonna be shadowing us.
Alexander's not gonna [...] with them.
- Ha. Good thinking, man. Good thinking.
All right, look, I gotta get going.
Let's make sure we talk about this some more later.
All right? Appreciate you, bro.
- Anthony Johnson.
- Wow. Vanessa Britton.
How are you? - I'm good.
Uh, what are you doing on this side of town,
and where's your overprotective wife?
Hmm? - [chuckles] Sydney is home.
And believe it or not, I'm actually here
for a cooking class.
- A cooking class? Really?
- Really. - Huh.
Okay, well, it was nice seeing you,
and good luck on learning how to cook.
[chuckles] - Thank you.
Uh, Vanessa?
- Yeah.
- Um...
I got a question for you.
Have you talked to Alexander Cora?
- No, I haven't.
I mean, he's been calling me,
but I've been dealing with an important family matter.
Why? What's going on?
- Look, I know you're not happy
about how our business arrangement ended.
- [sighs] - I think it was for the best.
Alexander Cora is not who we thought he was.
- What do you mean?
- Vanessa, the man's a killer, all right?
All right, Mike and I are both afraid for our lives.
- [laughs] Okay, that's funny, Anthony.
Okay, I mean, the man can be intense as hell sometimes,
but calling him a killer is a bit of an exaggeration.
- Vanessa, Vanessa, you've known me for a while now.
- Yeah?
- Do you think this is something
that I would exaggerate about?
Believe it or not, all this time,
I've been trying to protect you.
But if you hear that something happened to me or Mike,
you'll know why.
Look, I, uh,
I gotta go, all right?
Be careful.
[phone ringing]
[tense music]
- Hello?
- So you're really trying to do this, huh, Carolyn?
- Do what, Moses?
- Keeping me locked up in prison.
- Look, there is a plan in place.
- A plan for who?
Not for me to be released.
You came all the way out to the courthouse,
and you left before the hearing.
You have no intentions of getting me released, Carolyn.
Now, admit it.
I should have never let you get that little taste of power.
- Well, that is something we both can agree on.
And I promise you, if the roles were reversed,
you would be doing exactly the same thing.
- Funny that you said that.
Because the truth is,
the roles should be reversed, shouldn't they?
- [exhales deeply]
- [scoffs]
What's the matter, sweetheart?
You're awfully quiet.
It's funny how quickly we forget the truth.
- Look, Moses, there is a plan in place.
You'll see.
- I've seen enough.
Trust me.
I have a plan in place too.
One that you're gonna live to regret.
- Moses?
Mos--hello?
Moses!
- No one knows about my release, right?
- No one, Dad.
Not even Malcolm or Jeffrey.
Just the people who put up the money for the release.
- [sighs] Good.
Because Carolyn is in for the surprise of her life.
[chuckles]
- ¶ Tell 'em who I'm is, who I'm is, who I'm is ¶
¶ You'd better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ Better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ Who I'm is, who I'm is ¶
¶ You'd better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ Better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ Who I'm is, who I'm is ¶
¶ You'd better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ Better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ Who I'm is, who I'm is ¶
¶ You'd better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
- Okay.
- ¶ Turn the lights on ¶
¶ Better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ Who I'm is, who I'm is ¶
¶ You'd better tell 'em who I'm is ¶
¶ Better tell 'em who I'm is ¶