Previously on Empire...
Synesthesia.
His brain's been rewired. He listens to music
- and sees colors. - Mr. Barker would
- come on board at Empire? - Special advisor to your CEO,
- Cookie Lyon. - This is Simon Lambert.
He's a medicating psychiatrist with a very
exclusive patient list.
I started seeing somebody.
Morning, Detective.
He's different. He could be my one.
Warren, you're up next.
I trust you're up
- to the task? - I'm ready.
She played you. She played you against
- your own family. - This court awards
- full custody to Anika Calhoun. - Yes!
That's the last time
I'll sit in a courtroom where people decide
what's gonna happen to my babies.
I want blood to pour like a river,
and I'm-a make that happen, I promise you.
This is green.
Add a little yellow.
Here it is, right here.
All in sequence.
Lime green...
...yellow, violet
and magenta.
Get up.
Do it.
Warren, can you move, please?
Hell yeah, you play piano.
You're back.
Um...
No, it's true.
Classical music is proven to make children smarter.
- They have books written about it. - I'm sure they do.
I'm just saying, you know,
you got to make sure she gets
- a little Luther, you know... - Right.
- Patti LaBelle, Stevie Wonder... - Yes.
And maybe when you're old enough, some Rick James?
- That's what she's singing right now. - "Rick James."
"Rick James."
- Your daughter is beautiful. - Oh, thank you.
- What's her name? - Her name's Bella.
Hi, Bella. What a pretty name.
Say "Thank you."
Yes, yes, it is.
- And she has her daddy's eyes. - Oh...
- How old is she? - Uh, she's 15 months.
Well, you're a lovely family.
- I wouldn't do that if I was you. - What you doing here?
Stopping you from doing something stupid.
You know what's stupid?
They're out there showing off Bella like she's theirs.
- Thank you. - Yeah, well, what do you think
running up on them in broad daylight's gonna accomplish,
other than you getting locked up? And not for nothing,
- Cookie would leave you in jail. - Yeah, but I'd get her back.
Hak, we're gonna get her back, okay?
- We just got to be smart about it. - Aah!
All right, now, let's get out of here before NYPD
shows up saying the sight of two black men
made them fear for their lives. Come on.
Subtitle sync and corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.
♪ From the dawn of creation ♪
♪ From the dust of the womb ♪
♪ From the bowels of the matrix ♪
♪ We will rise like the Louvre ♪
♪ Camera flashes and torchlights ♪
♪ Ceremonial hues ♪
Here comes the hook. Drop the EQ on the drums now.
♪ Every day we could lose, so ♪
♪ So don't bring me no bad news ♪
Hey, don't... What are you doing?
- What are you doing? Come on, man. - What?
We've been thr... How many times have we done this Al...?
Tory, we're gonna start from the top, all right?
- Why, what's wrong? - Got a little EQ problem, no biggie.
Okay.
My bad. I guess I'm a little tired.
Actually, we're all a little tired.
Eddie, we've been here all night.
Guys, once we nail this,
it's gonna be worth it, I promise you.
Becky, you want to order some coffee
and breakfast or something?
Wow.
Uh, can you get on that?
- Yeah, I guess. - Thanks.
- You okay, babe? - Any more coffee
and I'm never gonna sleep again.
I-I don't know what you're looking for.
- But I think we got this, my brother. - That's not your call,
my brother. I need you to keep your head in the game
- till I tell you we got it, all right? - Hold on.
- My head is in the game. - Yeah, Eddie, that's not really fair...
- we've been here all night. - Yeah, he's doing his best,
- and I'm tired. - Are you sure your head's in the game?
'Cause I don't think you're hearing anything that's going on
- right now. - Yes, it is in the game.
Why don't you play it back? I'm ready...
- Are you serious, man? - Hey, hey, guys, guys.
Guys. My voice is pretty shot.
I could really use a rest.
How about we take a little break?
- All right. - Cool. Thanks.
Okay.
- Let's take 15, okay? - We need more than 15.
We need to go to bed.
Calvin.
You need to talk to Cookie, Porsha.
- About what? - About Eddie.
I mean, you saw him in there.
He's pushing us way too hard.
That's his job, right?
And don't he kind of remind you of Lucious, in a way?
Lucious is a perfectionist, but at least
he treats us like family.
We all respect Eddie, but we don't know him like that.
He's cracking the whip like we're picking cotton.
And this has been going on for weeks, Porsha.
And it's on Cookie, too.
The way she treats you.
You need to stand up for yourself.
Boy, what is wrong with you, huh?
Didn't we tell you to stay away from those people?
I don't care about those people. I was looking out for Bella.
That distinction won't matter to the courts.
We already filed for an appeal, but your
stalking her's gonna get it tossed out.
I wasn't stalking. I'm her father, not Angelo.
Ain't nobody been saying Angelo was her father, Hakeem.
- This ain't my fault. - Oh,
so we're gonna play the blame game, huh?
Well, maybe you shouldn't have been having
secret playdates with dirty Diana Dubois,
- running down this family. - Okay, Ma, name one thing I said
about this dysfunctional-ass family that wasn't true.
You need to take that bass out your voice,
or Bella won't have a daddy to come home to.
So, what we doing?
Lucious is handling it.
- Lucious? - Ma, don't you think
- that's a little risky? - Look, his doctor
said that he has to continue his rehab, but...
Lucious is back. You saw that in court.
Right? So show some respect. Let him handle it.
Bella's not here. She's with my parents.
And you have no visitation rights, if I remember correctly,
so unless you want me to get a restraining order...
I didn't come to see Bella, I came to talk to you.
Can I come in, please?
I said please.
Do you mind if I sit down?
Apparently, you're going to.
Angelo's gonna be here any moment,
so, please, make this quick.
Do you know I lost my memory
after the accident?
Oh, you're... calling it an accident?
But I'm starting
to get a lot of it back.
Do you know what I remember?
I remember you.
I remember how badly you wanted your daughter
to be the only heir to the Lyon throne.
My throne.
I don't know what you're insinuating, Lucious.
Oh, I'm not insinuating anything.
I'm here to offer you something.
Agree to share custody,
and I will make Bella joint heir with the boys.
It'll make her a very rich woman.
You'd put that in writing?
Just as soon as you sign
the co-parenting agreement.
I'll think about it.
While you're thinking about it,
as a show of good faith, Hakeem and the rest of us
wants to see Bella.
I'll agree to a family visit.
One-time thing in a public place.
Cookie, you got a minute to talk?
Uh, when aren't you ever talking?
Look, there's this kind of rebellion brewing...
the engineers talking about going on strike
- a-and they g-g... - Wait, wait, strike?
- Yes. - Yeah, hey, Porsha.
Hey, I took care of that, um,
Anika thing.
Oh. Uh, thanks, Porsha.
- But, Cookie, it... - I said thank you.
Don't you see me talking to Lucious?
The engineers are talking about striking.
Yeah, I know. I talked to Eddie.
I gave him my proxy to go and handle the matter.
You gave him your proxy?
Last I checked, I was running this company.
Yeah, no, I figured you got so much responsibility,
you didn't have time to deal with disgruntled engineers.
I got your back, Cook, like always.
I thought your memory was coming back.
What are you talking about?
Like you've "always" been there for me?
Oh, they're coming around, baby.
- Here you go. - Just give me my mail.
Yo, you get any mail?
- No, I'm still waiting. - Check it out.
My nephew got all dressed up and-and
camped out for that new Phantom Star Wars movie or whatever.
Isn't he the cutest thing?
Yeah, he is cute.
Holloway, here you go.
- Thanks. - What is it?
I don't know, girl. Let me see.
What?
It's from Lucious.
He's divorcing me.
Lucious...
you haven't always been there for me.
Okay, if I wasn't there, I-I will be there in the future.
You look like you're getting mighty comfortable
in my seat, baby.
Old Lucious might be rattling around in there.
- Mm-hmm. - Hmm.
♪ Would you ever ride a wave with me? ♪
♪ Would you ever take a chance with me? ♪
♪ Would you ever take a leap with me? ♪
Hey, I could never do this with Hakeem.
- Thank you. - Ain't no way in hell. Ever.
♪ Would you ever change the frequency? ♪
♪ Would you ever? ♪
Why the hell your eyes so damn big?
Don't act like you wasn't also looking.
- I was looking at Chicken. - Right.
You're looking like
- you want to do more than just look. - Yeah, I was thinking
maybe we should take him home.
Oh, word? That's what we're doing now...
we-we're just gonna cop a big old threesome?
Don't act like you ain't never tried it.
I have had every single opportunity imaginable.
Yes, because you are
- Jamal Lyon. - Thank you.
- I understand. - Yes, thank you.
- Mm-mmm, thank you. Thank you. - It's true.
Nah, but it's just... it's not for me, you know?
I mean, you good with that?
- You-you gonna be all right? - I'm fine.
I'm just saying, if it's something that you
haven't tried, I haven't tried it...
maybe it's something we could try together.
Let's try a threesome.
You do realize that that's, like, textbook 101 ho.
And furthermore, if we do try it,
it ain't gonna be with Opie over there.
Why not?
Picking up a bartender at the club...
you know how cliché that is?
All right, that's fair.
♪ Would you ever take a leap with me? ♪
You've reached Detective Pamela Rose
of the New York City Police Department.
Pamela, it's Andre.
I'm sorry for leaving you a hundred voice messages, but...
You haven't called me back, so I'm a little worried.
I owe you an apology for the fight we had the other day,
and, um, let's talk about it, okay?
Over dinner? My treat.
I miss you, call me back.
We're getting new information right now
from the newsroom. We have breaking news out of Brooklyn,
where there's been an officer-involved shooting.
The condition of the NYPD detective and at least
one suspect are unknown at this time.
We can confirm that the officer involved
is NYPD Detective Pamela Rose.
- Andre. - A police spokesperson confirms reports
- that Detective Rose... - You got a second?
This thing with the engineers is about to get crazy.
I saw Calvin trying to e-mail the union...
Uh, not-not-not now, Porsha, okay?
Just, um, tell Cookie I-I had to go.
- What? - Tell her I had to go.
Calvin, what is this?
If you and the other engineers think you're gonna start off
some kind of rebellion, it's not gonna end well.
You need to call this off right now.
Uh, what's going on?
Look, Cookie, those signs weren't supposed to get out yet.
But all the sound engineers and studio musicians agree...
the long hours, the short turnaround times,
working weekends and holidays...
- it's got to stop. - I understand,
Calvin, I really do,
but I need you to bear with me.
Just-just until we get through this 20 For 20.
The union pre-authorized a strike.
All I got to do is send this e-mail...
and we walk.
- What'd he say? - Strike.
Lucious told me you were handling this.
Oh, I am. Believe me.
Boy.
Did you just threaten the woman who signs your paychecks?
I ain't your boy.
Is this the e-mail you talking about?
- Eddie, don't... - You want to strike?
Strike. It's not gonna end well for you.
- You're good to these people, Cookie. - I am.
Okay.
So don't cave to them.
Let's go, Porsha.
Porsha, what did we talk about?
Oh, I see how it is. This is new.
So your man says, "Jump," and you say, "How high?"
My man's not the one I wake up for at 4:30 a.m.
and don't go to sleep for until she's asleep, and in between,
waiting on her hand and foot all damn day.
All right, Porsha, we're not gonna do this right now.
Nah, you're not talking over me this time.
I let you call me out my name
'cause I know it's not true, but lately
I feel like maybe I am stupid. I let my job
become my life without even getting a thank you.
This ain't about me and Calvin.
It's about me and you, Cookie.
I know y'all tired of Empire treating us like
we're not the ones making it happen.
- Yeah, Porsha. - We're with you.
Empire don't work without us. So we deserve some damn respect.
- Let's do this. Let's go. - Strike!
Strike! Strike!
Strike!
Come on, Calvin.
Strike! Strike!
Strike!
He looks even hotter in person
than he does on his pictures, right, Jamal?
Yeah, man, you look like you work out.
Y'all want some grapes or oranges or whatever?
Usually there's nothing but trolls on that app,
but, uh, I really lucked out.
Yeah, you sure did.
Look at him, Jamal.
Mmm. All right, man.
- Let's open this up. - Yeah.
Yo, yo, yo, what's up, is everything all right?
Uh, just hold on, all right?
Yo, what's the problem? I thought
- you was down with this. - No, you didn't. You actually
- knew that I wasn't down with that. - Come on, Jamal.
He's here and he's hot as hell, so we should...
Yeah, okay, well, whatever. I only entertained this foolishness
because I love you.
Maybe if I didn't care about you,
then it would be easier for me,
but you wanted it, I didn't.
Come here.
Look, man, this is not gonna work out. You got to go.
Are you kidding? Why?
You see that guy over there?
- Yeah? - I'm in love with him.
And I probably don't even deserve him at this point.
But I got to try to fix what I messed up.
So, no hard feelings, but you...
- Right on. - Just head out, all right?
Yo, man, thank you for coming.
What?
- You know, you're right. - I know I'm right.
No, you have no idea.
Look, there...
there's something that I need to tell you.
Listen, no matter what happens from here on out,
no matter who says what,
just remember that I love you.
- I know you do, and I... - No, listen to me.
I need you to know that this is real.
That I love you.
I love you, too.
I really do.
All right, come here.
I've been freaking out.
- Looks like it. - What happened? Are you okay?
I'm starving. Let's get something to eat.
Hey, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey, look. Look, I texted you a million
times, been to every hospital between here and Coney Island,
thinking you were dead, and that's all you have
to say to me... "Let's-let's get something to eat"?
I don't want to talk about it.
Sit down.
It's okay.
Sit down.
Okay.
Cards are on the table.
I know you don't trust me.
And that's why you've been holding back.
But listen, when I thought that you...
It made me realize I don't want to lose you.
The guy threw shots at me.
I shot back.
He went for his gun,
and it was him or me.
I shot him.
I killed him.
You didn't have a choice.
That's what I told I.A.
The truth is...
...I planted that gun to make the shoot look justified.
It was wrong.
And I'm gonna get away with it.
Now you know something about me
that could put me in a cell for the rest of my life.
Do you still believe I don't trust you?
Hey, everyone.
I've been writing a symphony.
The painting is my music.
It's gonna be my masterwork.
Here, the color's green, we're gonna
use F-shar...
Where's everybody going?
On strike.
I'm really sorry, Lucious.
This is a damn mess.
Can't do nothing without my musicians.
Only other cat who could paint like that and make music...
was Miles.
I can't make a whole symphony by myself.
Labor disputes happen at all companies
sooner or later.
It's just a hiccup. They'll be back.
But the main thing is that you're feeling that you're back.
I am.
That's good news.
Back in the day, you'd be writing a song
on that keyboard of yours.
Old keyboard.
And I'd come back the next day,
and you'd be in the same spot,
wouldn't have moved.
You're a beast.
The only musician that you need
is sitting behind that piano right now.
Or else you're not Lucious Lyon.
Two, three, four...
I am a beast.
Question is: is it in your head,
or is it in your heart?
I am Lucious Lyon.
Look, I know you guys tired of Empire treating us
like we're not the ones putting in the work.
Fired up, won't take no more!
- Fired up! - Won't take no more!
- Uh, Shine? - Yeah.
- What the hell are you doing? - What's it look like?
I'm rolling with the 99%.
You do realize you own a percentage of the company?
Yeah.
It don't matter.
My mother worked in the school lunchroom.
I got union blood.
- Let's move. - Fired up!
- You got dumb blood. - Fired up!
Won't take no more!
- Fired up! - Won't take no more!
- What's our wages? - Empire wages!
Give it up for Porsha!
Y'all know me, I'm Tory Ash.
And it's no secret that I've made some mistakes.
But knowing who to be loyal to was never one of them.
Now, the Man wants me to sing at Laviticus tonight.
But I'm not gonna sing for the Man.
I'm gonna sing for the people!
♪ From the dawn of creation ♪
Oh, great, the song.
♪ From the dust of the womb ♪
♪ From the bowels of the matrix ♪
♪ We will rise like the Louvre ♪
♪ Camera flashes and torchlights ♪
♪ Ceremonial hues ♪
♪ We will put all we have on the line ♪
- ♪ Every day we could lose, so ♪ - Yeah!
♪ So don't bring me no bad news ♪
♪ No, no, no, no bad news ♪
♪ Don't you bring me no bad news ♪
♪ No, no bad news, when it's all too much ♪
♪ Enough is enough ♪
♪ Build a wall, and we will climb up ♪
♪ It's dedication, one nation ♪
- Tory! - ♪ Feel the fire, we light it all up ♪
♪ Push us higher, where we belong ♪
♪ Every voice, it's a revolution ♪
♪ It's a revolution ♪
♪ So we light it all up. ♪
- What's disgusting? - Union busting!
You hear them out there? They hate me.
They don't hate you, Cook.
You can't let 'em get to you.
Look, we talked this over with Lucious.
We got a plan. First off,
we got a bus pulling into the rear loading dock
- full of engineers. - Uh-uh. Wait a minute.
- Are you talking about scabs? - Replacements.
It's just temporary.
But we got to show them that we're not gonna take
this kind of nonsense... we got work to do.
Yeah. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I got my people out there
collecting dirt on all the strike leaders.
They're a skeevy bunch, especially that Calvin.
- No, no, no, we're not doing that. - Both: Why not?
Because those people are like family to me.
- What about 20 For 20? - What about it?
You staked everything on delivering that,
and now they're derailing it.
If they were family, they wouldn't be doing that.
That's because right now, they think we're the enemy.
So it is up to us to show them that we have more in common
than what separates us.
Ta-da!
Happy Divorce Day!
Thanks, guys. I'm not hungry, though.
Forget Lucious. He gone.
I mean, we all been there, Cookie.
I was only here a month before my old man
dropped divorce papers on me.
Damn. A bitch can't even be invited
to your little pity party.
You know what, Cookie?
I saw your man Lucious whopping it up with Mary J.
And he was dancing up against Mya...
Get out of here, Poundcake.
And what you gonna do about it, Loretha?
No.
Are you knocked up?
You don't know what the hell you talking about, bitch.
Look, Cookie, I've dealt with a lot of work uncertainties,
and y-you got to trust me on this one.
What's your title again, Eddie?
I'm a special advisor to the CEO, Cookie Lyon.
Right.
So you, Lucious and Thirsty... manly men
running around doing manly things.
But, you see, men always screw things up in the end.
Look, get everybody in the conference room.
Try not to swing those big, salty things around,
scaring everybody.
You're the boss.
Yeah, she is. I'll start upstairs.
There they are, the boss men.
Y'all know Lucious and Thirsty.
You're getting to know Eddie.
Lucious, do you remember
who the people in this room are?
Janet, Marsha.
Calvin.
You and me, we made a lot
of hits together, right?
Yeah.
Jared, Kaela.
Now, a lot of y'all have heard that I lost my memory
as a result of, uh, an explosion with my car.
I'm here to tell y'all that I'm back.
So, you remember referring to this room
as your Empire family?
Yes, it's my family.
And sometimes families do what? We fight.
That's right. Sometimes we fight.
There's a time for fighting and then there's a time
to pull people together.
You know what, let me tell you a story.
Something that happened to me when I was in prison.
- What you gonna play? I got a... - That's you?
- How many is that? - 15. Count it up.
- See, you cheating. - Yo, can y'all get me some water?
Okay.
There's something wrong with the baby.
Then go to the infirmary, bitch.
No, no, no, I can't, because if I go to the infirmary,
they're gonna make me have an abortion.
Serves you right for getting knocked up by a guard.
I'll go call the C.O. on watch.
No, no, no, Chyna.
It's okay, Poundcake, we got you.
Why are you defending this bitch?
Because I got three sons on the outside I'm living for.
But in here, we're the only family we got, so...
- Can you walk? - Yeah, I think so.
Come on.
Mm.
Come on, here.
Wait, wait, hold on.
This is the same chick that cut you
that you're now calling your friend?
No, not friend.
I mean, none of us got along, really... it's prison.
But we realized that on the inside,
all we had was each other.
Shh...
Calm down. Oh, you are burning up.
No doctor.
I know, but keep it down. Keep it down.
We gonna get through this.
You gonna have that baby, don't you worry.
Mm.
I remember when my first was born.
It was snowing like crazy.
One of those "once in a decade" kind of blizzards.
And all the plows got sent to Center City
while the black folks in North Philly
had to plow their own asses out.
There was snow everywhere.
I was so scared.
I didn't have a mama, didn't have a daddy.
And that's the night my water broke.
Lucious had an old hooptie with one windshield wiper
and bald tires.
Man, those streets were so deserted.
And we was trying our best to make it to that hospital, boy.
Don't you know, that damn hooptie broke down
right on Girard Avenue.
Wait, don't tell me you had no baby in no car.
Oh, no, girl.
Let me... let me finish the story.
So, there was this white Lincoln that appeared out of nowhere.
It was like a angel dropping from the sky.
And guess what he said to Lucious.
What?
"I caught your set at the Grape Room,
and your lyrics is dope."
- What? - Girl, next thing I know,
we pulling up to the emergency room
in a white Lincoln.
And that driver was bumping Lucious' latest banger.
15 minutes later,
Andre Martin Lyon was born.
Under those circumstances,
we had to be family.
And under the circumstances of this company,
you all are our family.
And I just wanted to remind you of that.
Jared, when your mother became sick,
who gave you three weeks' paid leave?
You did, Cookie.
Mm-hmm.
And, Kaela, when you lost your voice, what happened?
Empire paid for me to get rehab.
That's right, and that was all Lucious.
Jordan, who paid for your children's tuition?
Hmm.
Now, Empire may not follow every union rule,
but when you are in need, we are there for you like a family.
So I'm asking that you be there for Empire.
Porsha, I hope you know I don't mean to call you stupid.
That's just the way I talk.
I think you're very intelligent.
If I didn't think that, you wouldn't have the job.
Now, can you tell your man to lay off?
We good, babe?
Do you trust her?
I think we got this.
So the strike's settled?
Yeah, we're good.
- What? - I know you saw me
out there when Tory Ash was singing,
and I was hyping up the crowd and everything.
I saw you acting a fool.
Look, don't think I settled this strike because of you, Porsha.
But you did good.
- Cookie, I waited three years to hear you say that. - Ah.
And you gonna wait another ten
before you hear it again. Get off me, girl!
Look, fix this. It's broke.
Cookie, you had the ringer off.
Uh, like I said, it's broke.
Get out, Porsha.
Thank you.
Mmm.
I think it's time.
Time for what?
Time for you to meet my family.
Mm...
What's so funny?
How will we tell them we met?
Will we tell them about your little equipment failure?
It's working just fine now.
- Mmm, yeah. - Mm-hmm.
Damn.
My family's going to see my niece.
Leaving me here alone?
Tell you what.
Next time...
you'll go...
with me.
- Okay? - Okay.
- Deal? - Yep.
All right. I'll see you.
Here's Dre. Let's do this.
Hey, guys.
- Hey. - Thanks for helping me
settle the strike.
Look, I'm sorry, Ma.
I had a little emergency, that's all.
Uh-huh. I know what that looks like.
- Mm-hmm. - You take care of that emergency?
You looking good.
It takes one to know one.
I'm about to have Warren move in with me.
Uh, if I was you, I'd slow my roll.
You don't even know that boy.
Ma, could you just be happy?
'Cause I am. This is huge for me.
I really think he's my one.
I... wouldn't say that so soon.
Dad, can you please tell your girl?
He's been there for me every single step of the way.
He's been there for you, too.
Mm, I've met him. I like him.
Uh, I wish I could spend a little more time with him.
Well, we all will get plenty more chances
'cause he's joining the family.
Oh, really?
Family of the new
and improved Lucious Lyon, right?
Well, I guess I'm supposed to be happy for you.
Yes, Mom, you are.
- Come on, girl, bring it in. - Don't she look happy?
Seriously, both of y'all booed up?
Andre, when are we gonna meet your woman?
Um, I was just... I was making sure that it was real...
that's all... before I said anything.
Or before your wild-ass family scared her away.
That's right, 'cause you would.
Let's go get our baby.
We're really gonna do this?
Damn right, we are.
- Will y'all act right? - Yeah.
So the threesome didn't happen.
I thought you said you could get Jamal to do anything.
It had nothing to do with him.
I couldn't go through with that.
Really?
Look, I'm out.
You fell in love with him.
What is it about these Lyons?
Must be pheromones, hmm?
It was the last thing that I expected to happen, but...
Oh, I expected it.
Excuse me?
Yes, that's why I asked Anika to step in,
because she's really committed
to helping me take down the Lyon cubs.
- It's not about... - And look who comes.
What the hell are they doing here?
Oh, the entire Lyon clan.
- Welcome, everyone. - Where's Anika?
Welcome.
Where's Bella?
Warren, what are you doing here?
Cookie, do you want to tell your family what's happening?
So, I guess this is a setup.
Yes, it is.
And my nephew Warren can provide full details.
Your nephew?
Jamal, I was gonna tell you. I just didn't have a chance...
Oh, Warren, please.
His job was to make you fall in love with him.
And then take pictures of you.
In a ménage à trois for the world to see.
Dad, do something.
This is the time for fighting.
I'm back.
Pop, let's go.
I'm back.
Dad, come on.
I'm back.
Dad!
No, this is mine.
Jamal, listen to me. I was just gonna...
Bitch!
Lying-ass bitch, huh?
Ooh.
- Oh, my God. - Die!
- That's enough. - Mal!
Mal, get off of him. They're filming.
Why?! Now, you gonna tell me.
- I want to know why. Why?! - Come on, Mal.
Huh? Huh? Huh?
'Cause your bitch-ass son got his feelings hurt? Huh?
- Can't be mayor? - They filming, Mal.
Huh? I don't give a damn if they filming.
Come on, film, film this.
Hello! Hello.
All of y'all can film, I don't give a damn!
- Come on, Mal. - Come on!
Get off, get off.
We're coming for you, bitch.
Put the damn cameras away!
Lucious, come on, let's go!
See?
God, I wanted to slam his ass on that table.
And stomp his head with my prosthetic leg.
Yeah, I know.
Pop, the car!
What?! Wha...?
Go!
Let her go.
Shoot me right here.
- Hey, get your ass out. - Hey.
The old Lucious would have done that.
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