02x09 - Toxic Vibes

[bunniefuu]

[Rain] A boy was raping Sylvie,

and I pushed him
off the second floor of the barn.

-[Alex] Yeah, it's his son.
-[Rain]Whose son?

Jules?

What I'm gathering is you all have run
the company down the damn toilet.

[tense music playing]

You and Angel wanna threaten my family?

You threatened mine.

-Charles? What the f*ck are you doing?
-[chainsaw buzzing]

Police! Get down!

Get down!

[all grunting]

[groaning]

Stop f*cking moving.

-[Varney] I'm an attorney.
-I don't give a sh*t!

Okay, give me your badge numbers then.

-b*tch, shut the f*ck up!
-You shut the f*ck up!

-Varney, just stop.
-No, no, no, f*ck them!

-Varney--
-Give me your badge number.

I'm taking all these cops down!

-Varney!
-m*therf*ckers-- What?!

They ain't cops.

Oh, this boy is good.

So you came back to finish
what you started, huh?

[dramatic sting]

What the f*ck you talking about?

I recognize your shoes.

You don't even know
what the f*ck you talking about.

-Okay, so what you want?
-I want the f*cking money.

All right, it's in the safe.

Let his a*s up.

You pull that sh*t like you did my boys,

n*gga, I will blow
your f*cking brains out.

-So you do know what I'm talking about?
-n*gga, I know you k*lled 'em.

Okay.

Let me go get you the money.

Move, b*tch boy!

Watch that n*gga.

I got him. Watch him.

[ominous music playing]

Now open the damn safe!

[keypad beeping]

Fill it up, b*tch boy.

[suspenseful music playing]

And them watches, n*gga! Come on!

The watches, come on!

Look, that's everything. That's all I got.

Gimme this! Bring him! Come on!

Hurry up!

All right. Let's get the f*ck out of here.

Come on.

What the f*ck?

Hey, let's go! Come on! Let's go!

sh*t.

-What the f*ck, Charles?
-[tires screeching]

What the f*ck? [breathing heavily]

-I know.
-No, you don't know.

You don't know.

But if you keep bringing
all these f*cking strippers

and these drugs and sh*t in your house,

this is exactly what the f*ck
is gonna happen.

-I know.
-No, you don't know!

You got bodies cut up in your house!

-Listen, man--
-Come here.

-Come here.
-The f--

No, come here. Come over here.

Come over here.
Look at this. Look at this!

You see all this?

This is exactly what's gonna happen to you
if you don't let it go!

Let me go.

No, I'm… I'm… Let… Let you go?

[shouting] I said
f*cking let me go, Varney!

Let me f*cking go!

Leave me the f*ck alone
and let me f*cking go!

[softly] As you wish.

Yeah.

Go. Go.

Walk the f*ck out, Varney.

Walk out like everybody else, Varney!

Get the f*ck out! Walk out!

I can't trust and f*ck you either!

[horses neighing]

-Look, just let me handle this.
-Who is it?

It's Glen.

And what happened to Glen?

Rain, take Kimmie to the house.
I gotta handle this.

No, I wanna know what's going on.

-Let me handle this.
-I will tell you.

So tell me!

I will. Come on!

[tense music playing]

[Alex] Okay.

Come on, buddy. [grunts]

sh*t.

Whitman!

[horses nickering]

sh*t.

-What… What happened?
-Glen fell out of the window.

-What do you mean?
-You didn't see it on the cameras?

-No, man. The barn's not covered.
-sh*t.

-Is he breathing?
-He's got a pulse.

-I gotta get him to the hospital.
-No, I'll take him, okay?

All right, all right.
Right away! Right away!

Copy.

[engine starts]

sh*t, man. Jules is gonna be trippin'.

[tires screeching]

[Kimmie huffs]

What the hell is going on?

-Kimmie, just calm down.
-No!

You need to tell me right now!

Okay.

I was taking a nap, and-- Angel!

What the hell you bringing up my name for?

-You were supposed to be watching Sylvie!
-I was shopping.

-Shopping isn't more important--
-Can y'all… Can y'all stop?!

What the f*ck is going on?!

I was taking a nap,
and I woke up looking for Sylvie,

and I found her in a barn
with a boy on top of her.

Doing what? Was he raping her?

Well, I thought he was at first,
but Sylvie said--

Where's my sister?

[Rain] She's in her room.

Wait, wait, wait!

I'm about to go check on her.

The boy is Jules' son.

I don't give a f*ck.

If he r*ped her,
I'm on Jules' a*s right now.

-Kimmie…
-Leave me alone.

[whispers] sh*t!

Angel! You were supposed
to be watching her!

-What happened?
-[scoffs]

I found a boy on top of Sylvie,
so I thought he was raping her,

and I pushed him off the balcony.

And that's Jules' son?

Yeah.

-I thought he had a daughter.
-I thought so too.

-sh*t, man.
-That's some bullshit.

Sylvie.

She k*lled him!

What are you talking about? He's not dead.

He's not?

No, he's on the way
to the hospital right now.

I gotta go see him.

You not going anywhere.

I just wanna see if he's okay.

Why the hell would you
wanna see if he's okay?

You're not going to the hospital.

You don't even know that boy.

Sylvie, I don't wanna hear none of that.
I need to ask you something.

-What?
-What happened?

-Nothing.
-Really?

Rain told me she saw y'all having sex.

[horses nickering]

I was.

Did that boy r*pe you?

No. No.

-You can tell me the truth.
-He wasn't raping me. He was sweet.

So you were just having sex with him?

He was teaching me about the horses.

We were laughing.
And then he touched me, and I kissed him.

You just met him?

-Yeah.
-[sharply] Sylvie!

Are you… Are you really judging me
with all you've been doing?

Oh, mm-mm. No, don't… don't do that.
We're not doing that.

No, this is crazy.
She pushed him off the balcony!

Because she thought
she was protecting you.

I just… I wanna go see him.
I just need to go see him.

-You are not seeing this boy.
-I need to see if he's okay.

You don't even know him.

I'm not doing this with you.

You know, I don't…
I don't gotta listen to you.

Excuse me?

No.

I'm gonna go see him.

You're not going anywhere, Sylvie.

I am.

Man, what did I say?

[door opens]

[keypad clacking]

[sirens wailing]

Well?

Miss Olivia.

I'm just gonna have to handle this my way.

[ominous music playing]

Why do you say that?

This girl. Unless you have a plan.

My plan is to work with her.

That is not going to work.

And why do you say that?

Did you just not see her?

Yes, I did.

Well, she's running roughshod
over you now.

I mean, what… what is she,
the new queen bee?

It was the first-day jitters.

I think she was nervous, actually.

Is that what you think?

Mm. And I can help her
get over that. [exhales]

Well, if you think that,
you're not only pretty,

but you're pretty dumb.

-Miss Olivia--
-You know what?

Just leave it to me to handle everything.

Everything all the time.

-All the damn time.
-[door opens]

I am so sick of this damn b*tch.

[door closes]

[phone beeps]

-Get my sh*t. I'm ready to go.
-[woman] Yes, ma'am.

[cell phone rings]

Hello. Who is this?

[Felicia] Hey, girl.

[dramatic music plays]

Who is this?

Felicia.

So now you're just
randomly calling my phone?

[tsks] You told me to call you
if I had some tea on Kimmie.

So what information do you have?

Now you know this kind of sh*t
come with pay.

Look, I don't have time
to be playing these games with you.

[tsks] Look, this some
real good information on Kimmie.

What's the info?

Somethin' you really wanna know.

Okay, I guess I'm gonna
have to hang up my damn phone.

[tsks] Mm, just give me a grand.

This too good. [chuckles]

I'm not giving you sh*t
until you tell me something.

Well, that ain't happenin'.

sh*t.

I'm working at the club tonight though.

So if you want it,
you better come get it before I leave.

Felicia…

[tsks]

[muttering] Did this b*tch hang up
in my f*cking face again?

[sighs]

[sharply] Where is my f*cking coat?

Girl, are you new?

[Italian music playing]

[in Italian] Hello, Mr. Bellarie.

[in Italian] What the f*ck?

What's happening?

I feel good.

[chuckles] Fantastic.

[mispronouncing] What is… What is it?

[correcting] What is it?

[pronouncing correctly] What is it?

We take a holistic approach.

Ah.

Tell me more.

In World w*r II, when America dropped
the b*mb on Hiroshima,

there was a lot of radiation.

So Japan came up with
all of these medicines to remove toxins--

Excuse me. Please. Speak English, please.

[in English] Um, I'm sorry.
My English is not so good.

No, just, uh, make it simple.

Is a lot of things, uh,
that, uh, attack the cancer

without attack the body.

Okay, but was it that fast?

That quick?

You have a lot of toxins, signore.

You'll have to do several treatments
over several months,

three days at a time.

[hesitates] Are you saying
that I can go home?

Yes, but you have to come back.

[pills rattling]

-So this sh*t is actually working.
-[chuckling]

Well…

how do you feel?

[in Italian] Stronger.

[in Italian] Good.

You will get stronger every day.

But you should see
your American doctor as well.

[Horace] Uh…

Let's take this.

[scoffs]

[exhales sharply]

[chuckling]

So… I can go home?

Unfortunately, not just yet.

I'd like to monitor you a little longer
before an eight-hour flight.

[in English] Okay. [chuckles]

[in Italian] So this is working.

[in English] Wow.

[in Italian] Yes, we were successful,

but not everyone responds the same way.

All your organs are in good condition,
and you are tolerating the treatment well.

So… I could live?

It is possible.

[in English] Damn.

[inhales deeply]

Damn!

[in Italian] I should let you rest.

[sighs] Uh…

[in Italian] Yes…

Yes… But…

But I feel good.

Uh… [chuckles]

All right, thank you.

[Italian music playing]

Oh…

Is that music?

Yes, out in the streets.

[grunts]

I want to go out there.

What do you say…

we go out to the balcony and listen, sir?

Yes. [chuckles]

Great. Come.

[grunts softly]

[sighs]

Come on, sir.

[in English] Okay.

[in Italian] All right.

-[Dr. Bernardi chuckling]
-[breathing heavily]

[Italian music playing]

[Horace] I might live.

I might live.

[shouting] I might live!

[tense music playing]

[door closes]

Want a drink?

No, I'm good.

Suit yourself.

[exhales]

[glass thuds on table]

[sighs]

[chuckling softly]

If my father…

thinks I'm gonna sit here
and let this b*tch run this company,

he got somethin' comin' for him.

I know.

What'd she say to you?

Nothing much.

Don't f*cking lie to me, Jules.

What do they all say?

She wants to make me pay.

-Make you pay, huh?
-Yeah.

She trying to make me pay too?

[Jules] Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

How the f*ck this b*tch gonna make me pay?

We can't touch her.

I know. f*ck.

We can't touch Rain or her sister.

[Roy] f*ck.

I know who can.

Nah, please, Roy.

Nah, nah, nah. That b*tch at the club
said you had her hire Felicia's a*s.

-I wouldn't do that.
-Why not?

'Cause if we do and it gets back to him…

Who gives a sh*t?
He's dying in a f*cking hospital, man.

-Who cares?
-No, no.

No.

He's not.

He's overseas getting treatment.

What the f*ck you mean
he's overseas getting treatment?

In Italy.

My dad's in f*cking Italy right now?

He's getting treatment. Is it gonna work?

I don't know.

How do you not know? Is he getting better?
Is… Is it working or not?

I just told you, I don't know.

[tense music playing]

Who told him about this sh*t?

Roy, stay calm.

No, no, no, I can't stay calm. I can't.

That n*gga has to die,
and that b*tch has to die too with him.

-Roy, you need to calm down.
-No. Stop telling me to calm down, n*gga.

I got an idea, though.

I actually do have an idea.
How about we do this?

We send her on a private jet to Italy.

She's a f*cking puppet now anyway.

The plane crashes and blows up.

Mm.

-So you blowing up planes now?
-sh*t happens.

-sh*t f*cking happens.
-Roy, come on, please, stop.

Stop it. All right? You gotta stay calm.

These are the days
that you don't need to get worked up.

Maybe, you know, if you just slowed down--

Slow down on what? On what?
Say it. Say some stupid sh*t.

What you think?

-Huh?
-What you trying to say?

Maybe if you just…

start to take it easy.

-Take it easy?
-Yeah.

Get the f*ck out my office.

See that determination?

That's the way you should stop using it.

[Roy] Hm.

-[sighs]
-[cell phone buzzing]

Whitman.

Hey, Jules.

[ominous music playing]

Um, it… it's your son.

What you talking about?

Uh, he, um… he fell from the barn.

Is he okay?

I mean, we're at the hospital now.

What hospital?

Uh… Uh, Stanley Heart.

Whitman…

what happened?

He fell, sir.

[Jules] No, Whitman.

What happened?

[Whitman] All I know is, uh,
Officer Alex brought him to me.

Officer Alex?

Yes.

Okay.

All right, I'm here with him now.

I'm on my way.

[softly] sh*t.

[dramatic sting]

[birds tweeting]

[horses nickering]

[sighs]

[whispering] Just think.

It's gonna be okay.

It's fine.

[breathes deeply]

[knocking on door]

Come here! Come here.

-Is anybody in the house?
-I don't know. I don't think so.

[Alex exhales sharply]

-What happened?
-Whitman took him to the hospital.

sh*t. Is he okay? Was he talking?

It's not good. His pulse is really faint.

sh*t.

Yeah. Just… Let's just not panic, okay?
We gotta see how this plays out.

Okay.

But what if he does wake up?

-He's probably not gonna remember that.
-But…

Was he… Was he really raping her?

I don't think so.

[sighs] sh*t.

What is Jules' son doing working here?

I've seen him here a couple summers.

Definitely wouldn't have him at the club.

I just wanted to get
something to eat real quick.

[tense music playing]

-What's this n*gga doing here?
-Angel, don't start.

-He needs to get the hell out of here.
-This is not your house.

I bet I got more
of a right to it than he do.

Really, Angel? You really gonna say that?

Yeah, you damn right I'm gonna say that.

-[phone rings]
-Get yo b*tch a*s out of here.

Oh, sh*t.

-[Rain] What?
-It's Jules.

-Answer it.
-[Angel] Answer it?

What do you mean? Put that on speaker.

Angel, we trying to handle something
right now. Chill.

You can't trust this m*therf*cker.

[cell phone continues ringing]

-This is Officer Alex.
-[Jules] Come to the hospital.

Sir?

Come to Stanley Heart right now.

Yes, sir.

No, you shouldn't go.

I got it, okay?

He's gonna grill you.

Rain, you cannot trust
this m*therf*cker, yo.

-Swear to God, you can't trust this n*gga.
-I got it. Okay? I got it.

[Alex sighs]

Rain, I'm telling you,
this n*gga is one of them.

Shut up, Angel.

[scoffs]

[vehicles honking]

Number 16 Reserve.

[humming]

The hell?

Ah. [chuckles]

[sighs]

Nice place.

I mean, this sh*t can't be cheap, huh?

[chuckles]

Poor Horace. Damn.

Damn, damn, damn.

[sighs]

You really are the, uh…

the son he never had.

But you know what?
He'd be really, really disappointed

if he found out that the, uh…

the son he never had

and the son he did have
were, uh, f*cking. [chuckles]

See, the thing you don't know
about my father is that, uh…

he's one of the biggest h*m*
I ever f*cking met.

[chuckling]

-What are you doing in here?
-I'm looking through your sh*t.

Sir?

So this is how you live, huh?

Okay, okay.

My question to you, Varney,
is, uh, where the hell

is all the money
you're making off of us going?

[inhales sharply]

-I think--
-"I think."

"I think." You're always f*cking thinking.

I think… I think you need to show me
the will that my dad told you to file.

What will?

The addendum, stupid a*s.

The one that protects Kimmie and Rain.

'Cause I know for damn sure
that, uh, I can't touch it.

-Well, sir, your father--
-Told me that you filed it.

I did.

When?

Last week.

You sure about that?

Yes.

Well… it's not on record.

Well, it… [sighs]

It takes a while to get on record, sir.

Hm.

[tsks] Damn. What the f*ck?

But I'll need
to get with the clerk to see.

So, what, you're telling me
it's not on file?

No, it's not.

[Roy] Hm.

Then have a seat, you big m*therf*cker,
and call the clerk.

And by the way, I really like
what you, uh, did to this place, for real.

[chuckling]

You know what I thought?
I was about to bring b*tches in here,

but I forgot you don't bring b*tches
in your place.

You like some big c*ck diesel
m*therf*ckers in here, huh?

You f*cked my brother, so I'm wrong again.

[laughing]

Call the clerk.

Sir, it's getting late.

-And the clerk's office is--
-Call the f*cking clerk.

I'm not gonna ask you again. Call. Go.

On speaker too.

[clears throat]

Come on.

[phone line ringing]

[automated voice] The office is closed.

There. Exactly.

You really think I'm stupid, don't you?

-No, sir.
-Yes. Yes, you do.

See, if my memory serves me correct,

I know you got the clerk's number
on your cell phone

because you told the clerk

to go with my father
when he was at the hospital.

So, Attorney Varney,

I'mma ask you one more m*therf*cking time.

Call the clerk.

-And what do you want me to say?
-I want you to tell her to pull the will.

-I can't do that.
-Your big meathead a*s can.

You can do it, actually.

Call her and tell her
you want her to pull the will.

Do it.

What I'm saying
is this is your father's will.

-And he--
-So… So what…

what does that mean, Varney?

It means I can't pull it,
but I can delay it.

Delay it?

Listen to what I'm saying, sir.

If something happens before it's filed,
then you could argue--

-Then… Then what? What? Then… Then--
-Well--

Then he can't do anything about it?

-You could argue that.
-I don't wanna argue sh*t, Varney.

I want you to f*cking make it happen.

Yes, sir.

Good. Now call the b*tch.
Go. Come on, man.

Taking your sweet-a*s time. sh*t.

[phone line rings]

[on phone] This is Macy.

-Hello?
-Hi, Macy. This is Attorney Varney.

[Macy] Oh, hi.
What can I do for you today?

You got that amendment?
The one from Mr. Bellarie.

[Macy] Yes, I have it here.

I'm sorry. I need to add some language.

[Macy] Oh, sure.
I can get that for you right away.

-Can you send that back to me?
-[Macy] Sure thing.

And I'll get it back to you
as soon as I get it ready.

[Macy] Okay. That'll be perfect.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

-That will be great.
-[Macy] No worries.

[Roy] Hm.

[sucks teeth] So it's done?

Yes.

So you're telling me right now

the b*tch's sister, Rain,
they ain't protected no more?

No, sir. They are not.

Are you lying to me?

No, sir. I'm not.

Hm. You mad, Varney? Do I annoy you?

[Varney] No.

Not at all.

[chuckling]

Mm.

Good.

Looks like my time here
is finished. [clears throat]

And, uh, before I go,
I really, really like this bottle.

[chuckles]

You know, this sh*t is like $8,000.

And I know your punk a*s don't deserve it.
So, uh, it looks better with me.

[chuckles]

Have a good day, Varney.

[chuckles]

I just wanna tell everybody…

this big n*gga in here
f*ck dudes. [snickering]

That's fun. [chortles]

[tense music playing]

Charles.

Charles?

What?

What's wrong with you?

It's been a long day.

Well, it's been a long day for me too.

I wanna go to the strip club.

I ain't really feeling it tonight.

I wasn't feeling it before either.

But now I am, and I wanna go tonight.

And you're taking me.

Mallory, I--

Look, I'm gonna go home and get dressed,
and you're gonna take me.

I just… I just, um--

So pick me up in an hour.

-I won't be there.
-Charles.

I… I… I won't… I won't be there.

-Charles.
-I gotta go.

Charles.

[bugs chirring]

[ominous music playing]

[sniffling]

[sniffling]

[line ringing]

[breathing heavily]

[Olivia on phone] Charles?

Hey, Mom, I'm in trouble.

[Olivia] sh*t.

What did you do now?

Um, can you… can you come to my house?

[Olivia] Well, what is it?

This sounds serious.

I just need you
to come to my house. Please.

-[Olivia] You're scaring me.
-[exhales deeply]

[sniffles] I'll see you when you get here.

[sirens wailing]

[patient monitor beeping]

Hey, sir.

[pensive music playing]

What are the doctors saying?

He just walked out.

Go get him.

Yes, sir.

[door closes]

Oh, Glen.

Glen.

Can you hear me?

Son, can you hear me?

[music continues]

-[exhales]
-[knocking on door]

[clears throat]

Come in.

[clears throat]

[door closes]

The nurse is gonna get him.

What happened?

He fell, sir.

Is there any camera footage?

Uh, no, sir.

Where the hell is Officer Alex?

Um, he should…

He should be here.

Um, I'll text him, sir.

You call him, and you tell him
to get his a*s down here right now.

Yeah.

He's on the elevator.

sh*t.

What time did this happen?

Uh, sometime this afternoon.

Earlier today?

I'll get an exact time, sir.

Was Kimmie there?

I'm not sure, sir.

So what the f*ck do you know?

If I had to guess, she was there.

She was there.

Alex was there.
Officer Alex was definitely there.

Yes.

Yes, n*gga, I know.

[hesitating] Just saying,
if Officer Alex was there,

it makes sense that she would be there.

Sir.

What happened?

I don't know, sir.

Don't nobody know a f*cking thing, huh?

I'm sorry, sir.

Come here.

Move, Whitman.

How'd you find him?

We were over at the house.

-I dropped off Mrs. Bellarie, and I was--
-Mrs. Bellarie?

-Yes, sir.
-The b*tch's name is Kimmie!

Yes, sir.

Go on.

Dropped them off.

I was heading to the staff apartment,
and I saw him laying next to the barn.

Just laying there?

Yes, sir.

Looked like he fell off one of the horses.

Was Kimmie there?

No, sir.

Was Rain there?

Yes, sir.

Officer Alex…

did they know this was my son?

I don't think so, sir.

-If you are f*cking lying to me…
-I'm not.

-If you lying to me…
-I'm not, sir.

I would never do that.

Is he gonna be okay?

-We're waiting on the doctor.
-Go get him.

-Yes, sir.
-Not you. Not-- Stay.

You stay.

I'll get him, sir.

[door closes]

You know, I invested a lot of time in you.

I know you did, sir.

-And if you are f*cking lying--
-I would never, sir.

Because you're with me.

Yes, sir. I'm with you.

Then why did Rain ask you to drive her?

I don't know, sir.

Leave.

-You want me--
-Leave!

Yes, sir.

[door closes]

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs]

Hello.

I need you to take me somewhere.

Oh, come on.

Look, Charles is acting really weird,
so I want you to come get me.

-Where we going?
-Pick me up. I'm still at the office.

-Mallory--
-I'm not taking no for an answer.

[Varney] Okay. When?

Come now.

Okay. Be right there.

[sighs]

Who are you?

I'm Officer Trackson, ma'am.

And why are you here?

Well, uh, I'm your new driver.

I thought my husband fired you.

-Yeah, well, Jules, he really--
-Jules. Jules.

Jules! Jules! Jules!
Jules! Jules! Jules!

-Yes, ma'am.
-Jules is f*cking everywhere.

Jules, right?

-That's my guy.
-You think that's funny?

No, ma'am.

And he be sending these country-a*s,
big-a*s country n*gg*s here.

You know how much money
I could've got for you back in the day?

How much?

You think this is funny?

-No, ma'am.
-Let me tell you a joke.

Get the f*ck out of here.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Was that funny? You didn't laugh.

Just here to help you.

Help yourself, m*therf*cker,
by taking a shower.

Yes, ma'am.

[Kimmie sighs]

How is he?

He's not good.

sh*t.

And this is Jules' son?

Yeah, it is.

-Damn.
-I know.

-If he dies…
-I know.

I need to call that lawyer.

-Lawyer?
-Attorney Varney.

I need to make sure that the will is done.

I thought he said it was.

You can't trust nobody.

Yeah, you right. You can't trust nobody.

If Jules' son is dead…

-I know, Kimmie.
-No, you don't.

I threatened him today.

-What?
-Yeah.

At the office. Like, I went in on him.

-sh*t.
-What did you say?

I threatened the man's wife and daughter.

I… I didn't even know he had a son
until she mentioned it.

[Kimmie sighs]

But he can't touch us, though, right?

He better not.

He won't.

But you know that n*gga is just so evil.

He's the devil.

We just gotta watch our corners.

Oh, I know we do.

I gotta tell Horace.

You think you should?

What other choice do I have?

[sighs]

Let's just make sure he's all right first.

Officer Alex said that--

Officer Alex?

-Yeah.
-You trust him?

You know I don't.

But we gotta give somebody
some ounce of trust around here.

Alex said there's no cameras
in the area that he fell in.

But I'm sure he got Sylvie and the boy
on some camera out there.

Yeah.

sh*t.

Well, let's just… let's just wait and see.

Okay.

And we gotta watch Angel too.

-What'd he do?
-That n*gga is trippin'.

How?

He out there smoking weed by the pool.
He just too comfortable.

[sighs]

[bugs chirring]

[dramatic sting]

Charles.

Charles!

Charles, where--

Ma, I'm here.

Well, what the hell is going on with you?
You got me driving all the way out here.

-Ma, I need to tell you something.
-Well, I guessed that.

[hesitates] I… I did something.

Um…

Talk.

-You want a drink? I can… I can--
-No, I don't need no damn drink.

Talk to me.

No, I'm… I'mma make you a drink.

-I'm gonna make you a drink.
-sh*t, I… [scoffs]

You know what?

Me and your father did everything
for you and your brother,

and all you two do is get in some sh*t!

Just drink.

I don't need no damn drink.

I just need you to tell me
what the hell is going on.

I don't… I don't know
what you… what you giving me this for.

Drink some more. Drink some more.

What the hell, Charles?
I'm not drinking no more.

What is it?

-Can you go look in the bathroom?
-Why?

Just look.

You know, I'mma tell you this, Charles.

I don't wanna see no disgusting-a*s sh*t.

-Can you go look in the bathroom, please?
-All right, I'm going. I'm going.

[exhales]

[tense music building]

[dramatic sting]

[Olivia sighs]

Your first time?

What?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

It was, 'cause it's a… a mess back there.

What happened?

Some dudes tried to rob me, and, um…

[inhales sharply]

Who else knows about this?

Attorney Varney.

Attorney Varney?

Some guys that pretended to be cops.

What?

Yeah, and they finished the job too.

Who are these people?

Some strippers from the club.

[sighs]

Is anybody going to be missing them?

I don't know.

Okay.

[inhales deeply]

Okay. All right,
you go on and get out of here.

What?

I got this.

So I just need you
to go on, go… go somewhere.

[inhales sharply] Okay, but what does…
what does that mean?

What… [groans]

Don't ask me no 20 questions.

Get your a*s out of here
and go somewhere else.

-Okay.
-Now!

[spluttering] Okay.

[scoffs]

[club music playing]

[man] That's where the action is.

-[Varney] Mallory.
-[Mallory] What?

-[Varney] Why are we here?
-[Mallory] I just wanna have some fun.

-f*ck it, I'm not going in there.
-Oh yes, you are.

-No, I'm not. What--
-Yes, you are.

-No, you just go in. I'm not--
-Come on.

-I don't wanna go in there.
-You're coming in, n*gga.

-sh*t.
-And I need security.

Can you go get the door?

I need security. Come on.

Hey, Jules. They at the club.

Uh, she and, uh, Attorney Varney.

I'll keep an eye on them.
Call if you need me.

All right.

[dance music playing]

[patrons cheering]

-Mallory, I don't like it here.
-[scoffs]

-You just need to relax. Have a drink.
-Oh, come on.

Relax? I don't want a drink.
This place makes me uncomfortable.

Well, it makes me uncomfortable too.
You think I wanna be here?

So then why are we here?

I have a source here.

A source? Here?

Who?

Her.

[patrons cheering]

The girl shaking her a*s is your source?

-Mallory--
-Ma'am, excuse me.

Can I have a drink, please?

-No.
-Actually, a whole bottle.

-Ma'am, I'm good.
-Please. A bottle, please. Thank you.

-Mallory, I think we should just--
-I think we should relax.

Relax, Varney.

You can't talk to your source
outside in the parking lot?

First of all, why are you acting
like you're not enjoying this?

I see you keep peeking up there.

-'Cause I'm not.
-Yes, you are. Here.

Why don't you go over there with the guys…

and throw 'em some dollars? Go to the VIP.

I'm not doing that.

Okay, then, well, stop whining
and enjoy the atmosphere.

Who are you?

Varney, I'm a woman on a mission

that's trying to get
that Kimmie b*tch out of my office.

So if I have to come here
with the lowlife she came from,

that's exactly what the f*ck I'm gonna do.

Oh.

Okay.

I'll look at the guys.

[suspenseful music playing]

Did you get it all?

Yeah.

You get everything all cleaned up?

Yes.

How much did that little n*gga
have in that safe?

Forty grand.

What the f*ck? Forty grand?

Was that it?

-That was it.
-What are you telling me?

That's all Charles had in that damn safe?

-That's all he had.
-Are you lying to me?

-Olivia, I'm not lying to you.
-Yeah, well, your a*s better not be.

Look, I know you, and I know
what you would do, so, no, I'm not.

f*ck! Motherfuck.

[music intensifies]

[melancholic music playing]

[music stops]