- STEPHANIE: Previously on "Ambitions" --
- It's over, Damian. - FBI!
- You wanted more people hooked on Limodol?
- I wanted more sales.
- For all I know, that little son of Bella's
could very well belong to him.
- Darcia Lancaster is now the rightful owner
of two-thirds of the business.
- I've dreamed of the moment...
you ended up alone and miserable.
[laughing]
- PERLA: Evan's guys are onto me.
They're gonna kill me like they killed Eddie.
- Is it my fault you can't follow instructions?
- PERLA: Isn't there some place else we could meet?
- You'd rather I invite you to the Carlisle Compound
for tea and biscotti?
- What's with the attitude?
- Forgive me.
I tend to become cross
when the incompetent degenerates I hire go rogue.
- I was following your orders.
- The hell you were!
I hired you because you convinced me that you could
drive a permanent wedge between that slut friend of yours
and my son-in-law.
I needed Bella to take that illegitimate child of hers
and leave Atlanta.
I certainly didn't want you to kidnap anyone.
- It was Eddie's idea!
He thought we could make a bigger score
if we took Joaquin and ransomed him.
- How did that work out for him?
- They didn't have to kill him.
[chuckles] This is all Bella's fault.
I'm going to make her and Evan pay!
- Well, you will do no such thing!
My God, woman, are your brain cells even functional?
I'm sure Evan gave his men orders to shoot first
and ask questions later if they find Eddie's accomplice.
Do you want to end up dead?
I have a half a mind to kill you myself
and be done with this entire sordid affair.
- Yeah, right.
- Try me.
I should have walked away from you the second
you came around peddling dirt on Bella and her son.
Any woman who would sell out her so-called best friend
obviously can't be trusted.
- I thought a rich old society bird like you would wanna know
Evan and Bella were making a fool of your daughter
right under her stuck-up nose.
- Speak ill of Stephanie once more...
and I will have your throat
slit from one side to the other.
Now get out.
If you ever mention the Carlisles in connection
with your unseemly activities,
I will make good on my threat
to end your inconsequential life.
- [scoffs]
- [sighs]
- ♪
♪ Roll up to the city, tell me I'm your lily ♪
♪ I'll be in that dress you like ♪
♪ Body in vanilla, yeah, I know it thrills ya ♪
♪ I know what is on your mind
♪ Take you to a place where you can see the stars here ♪
♪ Nothing but the radio on
♪ Baby, let me love ya
- [sighs]
- [giggles] I've missed this.
- Me too.
- Titus?
- Hmm?
- I know we have a lot to figure out--
- And we will...
figure it all out.
But right now, I just want to celebrate
getting Damian out of our lives.
- ♪
- What are you thinking?
- How I wish I had beat Damian's ass.
I would have, if I'd known how sick he truly is.
- ♪
- Baby, that's exactly what he wanted.
To turn the decent, honorable man I fell in love with
into something ugly and full of rage.
He failed.
He failed miserably.
- He wanted to tear us apart, but here we are.
Still... standing.
[chuckles]
- Mm, now standing?
I think that's the one position we haven't tried
since last night.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- No one is ever going to come between us again.
- I can definitely cosign that.
- ♪
- Yeah?
- BOTH: [moans]
- This will go better for you if you cooperate.
We caught you naked
in A.U.S.A. Hughes' bathroom, Collins.
It's only a matter of time before we're able to trace those
cameras that we found in her house back to your computer.
Let's see, breaking and entering, aggravated stalking,
unlawful surveillance, attempted sexual assault.
You're gonna be a very old man by the time
you get out of federal prison.
That is, if...
you ever get out.
- [door opens]
- ♪
- Who authorized this interrogation without
my client's lawyer present?
- And you are?
- His name is Jerry Lannigan.
He's one of the most sought-after
criminal defense attorneys in the country.
- And your worst nightmare, son.
Mr. Collins has said all he's gonna say for now.
I'm well aware of how the U.S. Attorney's Office
and the FBI have been colluding to entrap my client.
I want him released....
immediately.
- ♪
- You come highly recommended, Rasheed.
Nick says you're almost as good as he is.
- I'm better. - [laughs]
I love a man who's confident. - Mm.
- I hope that Nick informed you that I sometimes require work
be done... off the books.
My father and the other senior partners
are a conservative lot.
- I have no problem keeping your assignments between us.
- Wonderful.
- ♪
- A kid's cap and some guy's razor.
You're looking for DNA.
- Mm, that's very astute of you, Rasheed.
[chuckles]
I need to know if the man who shaves with that razor
sired the little bastard who wears that cap.
And I need to know... now.
- Say no more.
- ♪
♪
♪♪
- ♪
- My grandson was taken in the middle of the night,
and I'm just now hearing about it?
- The kidnappers warned us not to tell anyone.
- I'm not just anyone, Isobel.
I'm his abuela!
- Evan thought that we--
- I don't give a damn what Evan thought!
I helped raise that boy!
I've been more of a constant presence in his life!
I deserved to know what's happening!
- You're right. I'm sorry.
- Did they hurt Joaquin?
- No, no! He's fine.
He's just a little shaken up.
- I need to see for myself. - He isn't here.
- That boy was just taken from you and you're already
pawning him off on strangers? - Of course not!
He's with Perla.
- Perla?
- She took him to the park.
She knows how hard these last few days have been on Joaquin,
on all of us.
She wanted to help.
- Are you telling me your little friend knew about Joaquin
being abducted, yet you couldn't tell your own mother?
[speaking Spanish]
- Mami, please, don't go.
- I should have been the first person you told,
Isobel--before Evan, and definitely before Perla.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Please, come back!
- BOTH: [crying]
- This is all just too much.
First Senior is murdered, now this.
Please tell me they caught the kidnappers.
- One of them.
- There's another one out there?
- They think so.
- What if he comes after Joaquin again? Or you?
- Don't worry, Mami.
Evan is making sure everyone is perfectly safe.
- I'm sorry. So sorry.
- [crying]
- Why wouldn't Daddy tell us he borrowed this money
from Uncle Jay? - You know Pops was a proud man.
- Not too proud to borrow $50,000 he didn't pay back.
Wanna see something funny? - Hmm?
[chuckles] Hey, you finally got enough signatures
for your injunction.
- And this time they're all legit.
Folks been signing left and right in Daddy's honor.
I mean, no sooner I managed to keep Thelma's
out of Greg Peters' hands, I have to fight Darcia for it.
- Mm. - [bell dings]
- Speak of the devil.
- Where you think you're going?
- I'm moving back into the apartment.
Oh, and I'll be taking the master bedroom.
- Oh, the hell you will!
- I've had enough!
- If that's another five grand, you can save your ink.
- It's a wire transfer authorization for $500,000.
- Evan--
- All I have to do is sign it and make one call.
- I've done my research.
I know how valuable land in this neighborhood is,
thanks to all the developments springing up.
Rondell, didn't you just telling me some dude named Peters was
trying to buy Thelma's Place?
I bet he'll offer a shit-ton more than what
Evan Junior's offering.
- I also told you that sonofabitch killed Daddy.
- Hm, cops say otherwise.
Word on the street, it was a robbery gone bad.
- What kind of hustle you trying to run?
- Remember when I ran into financial trouble
after my Daddy died?
- I remember you racked up a slew of gambling debts,
then calling me up for a handout.
- I lost my parents' house,
and your rich ass stood by and let it happen.
- You losing your parents' house isn't on me.
- Maybe not, but losing Thelma's Place will be.
I think I need to look up this Greg Peters' number.
Sounds like he and I got a lot to talk about.
Hm!
- I'm gonna whoop her ass.
- Ooh, I will call you back, alright.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- You owe me one, Carlisle!
- Oooh, hey, don't let Evan hear you call me that.
- Oh, to hell with that joker.
I've been calling you "Carlisle" since Harvard Law.
- [laughs] You always did make a solid argument, Jerry.
- Oh, thank you.
- So, I take it this morning went well?
- Yeah, I managed to get your friend out on bail.
- Well, I wouldn't call him my friend.
More of a... necessary evil.
- Mm, "evil" being the operative word.
You know, the FBI found this guy butt-ass naked in the bathroom
of the woman he was stalking.
How did you get mixed up with someone like Damian Collins?
- If I told you, Jerry, you'd have to drop
Damian as a client and take me on.
- Oh hell.
- [laughs] Oh, I'm teasing.
But seriously, is bail the best that you could do?
I was hoping that you could make the charges all just go away.
- I'm good, Steph, but nobody's that good.
You sent me a real scuzball this time.
I honestly don't know if I could win this at trial.
- Oh, c'mon, Jerry.
- I'm not even sure I'd let this go to trial.
- [whispers] Which is why I need all charges to go away.
Poof.
- I'll do my best,
but you better have a real good contingency plan.
- Understood.
Oh, one more thing. Um...
Can we just keep this little favor between the two of us?
- What favor?
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Right on.
- Where you off to in such a hurry?
- Does Bella know you're here?
- I could ask you the same question.
- I'm here for a few days until Bella feels comfortable
being on her own again.
- Uh, aren't you a good friend?
- I try to be.
So, now if you'll excuse me, I have stuff--
- ♪
- What are you doing?
- I know it was you.
- You know what was me?
- News flash: Big Brother's always watching.
I did a global search on Eddie's face and found all
these pictures that you didn't even know you were in.
- So, what are you going to do?
- What do you think?
I'm gonna hand you over to the boss.
You kidnapped his son.
- Well, what if I give you another option?
- BOTH: [moaning]
- ♪ Seen me watching when I'm walking through the door ♪
- [moans]
I've always wanted to have sex in her bed.
- Oh yeah? - Call me Bella.
- Well, if you call me Mr. Mayor.
- [moans] Pound me, Mr. Mayor.
Pound me! - Oh yeah, Bella.
I'm so close.
- Then you weren't surprised at the contents
of Hunter Purifoy's email?
- Hardly.
My family has long known
how morally bankrupt the Purifoys are.
- Purifoy claims there is no proof the policies
referred to in the CEO'S email were ever implemented.
- The number of deaths attributed to Limodol,
including my sister Tracy's, is all the proof I need.
Hunter Purifoy admitted in that email that he wanted
to make that horrendous drug even more addictive.
He didn't care how many innocents suffered
just as long as he lined his pockets.
- How does the bombshell email affect your class action suit?
- Oh, I am confident I will win a substantial civil judgment
against Purifoy Pharmaceuticals.
I honestly don't understand why the citizenry
isn't storming Purifoy's gates as we speak.
- Stephanie Lancaster holding nothing back.
Thomas, back to you.
- ♪
- How the hell did he make bail?
The man broke into my house, stripped naked,
and planned on sexually assaulting me in my shower.
So how is he already back on the streets?
Jerry Lannigan is representing him?
How did that happen?
I gotta call you back.
And when I do, someone better have answers for me.
Otherwise, I'm going straight
up the DOJ chain of command. Bye.
- OFFICER: Here's Miss Manning as you requested.
- How are you feeling, Daphne?
- I'd be better if the Federal Government stopped harassing me.
- You call trying to save your life harassment?
- I had nothing for you last time we spoke,
A.U.S.A. Hughes. That hasn't changed.
- Fine.
I have something for you.
Recognize your "nurse"?
We tracked her down using security video at the hospital.
Her name is Natasha Petrovic.
She's Greg Peters's cousin.
Clearly, the people you're hell bent on protecting,
they don't share the same concern for your well-being.
- Greg Peters's cousin?
- Oh yeah, back in Serbia, they call him by
his given name--Gregor Petrovic.
People think he's dangerous.
But Natasha's rap sheet actually puts Greg's to shame,
along with most other international criminals.
She's suspected of orchestrating hits in Russia, Brazil,
Zimbabwe.
And now she's brought her considerable talent stateside.
Intel says that she prides herself
on never leaving a job unfinished.
- And why would this Natasha wanna hurt me?
- You accepted her cousin's bribes.
And they are afraid that you will talk to the authorities.
- I wonder who gave them that idea.
- I can protect you.
You know what I want:
names, dates, transactions,
everything there is to know about this bribery scam.
- DAPHNE: Am I free to go?
- I have one more thing to show you....before you do.
I thought you might wanna read Herschel's final words.
He had a lot to say about you.
- I've got to get out of here.
- Daphne?
Think about my offer.
And then think about Natasha, and the two times she has come
close to ending your life.
Get back to me.
I just hope it's not too late.
- ♪
- [door closes]
- [sighs]
- [elevator dings]
- ♪
- TITUS: What happened to these kids?
- [indistinct chatter]
- TITUS: What the hell happened here?
- WOMAN: It's a protest!
- [indistinct chatter]
- What's going on?
- There's blood on your hands!
- What? - [liquid splashes]
- [indistinct chatter]
- Who taught you how to wait tables?
- It's okay.
- I know you see me here.
Watch where you're going!
And didn't I say I wanted fried okra, not boiled?
I don't even like to look at that snotty mess.
- I will have you know, our customers
love Rondell's boiled okra.
- If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask for it, J.Lo.
- Excuse me?
- You do not speak to my employees that way!
And what the hell are you doing back here anyway?
- They're my employees, and I'll speak to them
any way I damn well please.
- [chuckles] You better enjoy your little power trip, cousin,
because it ain't gonna last.
Evan's lawyers are contesting my daddy's will.
And when they're done, you're gonna be right back in Chicago
at that little Sugah Shack, huh?
[laughs] Hoping that somebody drops a few little pennies
in yo' dusty-ass thong.
- Well, at least I got a man waiting for me back in Chi-Town.
I ain't seen nobody checking for you.
Fellas probably repelled by the smell of chitlins
and unfulfilled dreams.
- What you-- Girl, she ain't worth it.
She's trash.
- I know this broke-ass Rosie Perez
ain't call me trash. - I damn sure did.
- Well I hope it was worth it... because you're fired.
That goes for the entire waitstaff and kitchen.
All of you.
Get out of my damn restaurant!
- Bitch, you don't run nothing up in here but your damn mouth!
- Oh, okay.
Well, bring it on then, Cousin!
I got something for that ass!
Oh, I see.
You need your little crew, right, Cuz?
- Oh no, y'all, I got this.
I got all this.
You got two choices.
You can leave on both yo' legs,
or you can get rolled out on a stretcher.
What's it gon' be?
- You always did think you was tough.
- Yeah.
- Didn't you, Rondell?
You don't have any idea what kind of fire
I can rain down on your life.
- Well, good thing I got an umbrella
and my daddy's shotgun.
Get your ass out of here.
- [bell dings]
- [sighs]
- You are looking particularly beautiful today.
- Ignacio?
- I got it. I got it. Strictly professional...
for now.
- I'm glad you were able to meet today.
We have quite a bit of business to discuss.
- What is this?
- My business plan for a Bella Tru retail store
at Hartsfield Jackson International Airport.
I had it drawn up a while ago.
Well?
What do you think?
- I think you should focus on increasing your inventory
before we think about brick and mortar.
- When Mayor Lancaster recommended me to Corazón,
he assured me partnering with Valentina De Santos would help
me get the concession space.
- Yeah, he didn't speak to me about that.
- He spoke directly to Valentina.
- You must understand, my mother is
the chairperson and CEO of a multinational company.
She can't be expected to remember every hypothetical
business conversation.
- There was nothing hypothetical about why
I entered into this contract.
You know what? I'm done talking to you about this.
I demand to speak directly to Valentina.
- If it was up to my mother, Corazón Textiles would never
have gone into business with Bella Tru in the first place.
- I don't understand.
You said your mother loved my latest designs.
That's why you had me put together... all these pieces.
- Well, the truth is, my mother never warmed up to your work.
I am the reason you have a contract with Corazón.
I went against my mother's wishes,
because I see the potential in you.
- If Valentina hates me and my designs,
I deserve to hear it directly from her.
I can easily add classic silhouettes
to what I've shown her. Maybe--
- I don't have time to talk about this.
We have a new shipment of linens coming into
our Atlanta location. - Damn it, Ignacio!
I wanna talk about it now with Valentina!
You owe me that much.
- This conversation is over.
- [scoffs]
- [knocking at door]
- Come in.
A.U.S.A. Hughes on another fishing expedition?
Or are you here to finally tell me you have
enough to arrest Greg Peters?
- You talk a good game, Mr. Mayor.
But I find your so-called disdain for Peters
a bit hard to swallow.
- We've been over this.
Peters is a blight on the city.
And the sooner you take him off the streets,
the better for everyone involved, especially my family.
- If that's the case, then why are you encouraging
Daphne Manning not to cooperate in my investigation?
- Mrs. Manning is my procurement officer,
not my puppet.
If she's not speaking, it's probably because
she has nothing to say.
- According to Herschel Cooper, she has plenty to say.
- Mm.
Having séances with the dead now, Amara?
- No need for a medium.
- Hmm.
- The suicide note Herschel left behind
is quite revelatory.
His wife found it on his laptop and thought I might be
interested in hearing what her husband had to say.
She was right.
The passage I find most illuminating is at the bottom.
According to Herschel, Daphne assured him that their
little bribery scheme had the full support of the mayor.
- Daphne said that? - That's right.
Whatever it takes to bring those bring those big developments
to Atlanta, huh, Evan?
- [whistles]
You here to arrest me?
Are the Feds listening to our every word?
Ready to knock down my door as soon as you snap your fingers?
Tell them not to bother, I surrender.
This letter is inadmissible, and we both know it.
You can't prove chain of custody on a typed suicide letter
given to you by the decedent's widow.
I'm embarrassed for you, Amara, trying to hinge your entire case
on the final rambings of a clearly delusional man.
- Your house of cards is this close
to tumbling down around you.
- Mm.
- Keep those wrists nice and warm for me.
- [scoffs]
- It's okay to go in? - WOMAN: Mm-hmm.
- You're Jerry Lannigan?
- Must be a fan.
You want a selfie?
- I'd prefer an apology.
I'm the woman Damian Collins has been stalking.
I hear I have you to thank for him posting bail.
- From that trumped-up arrest report,
I understand you're also an attorney.
- Federal prosecutor.
- Which means you are aware that everyone is entitled
to an adequate defense.
- [chuckles] You're a bit more than adequate.
How is it Damian even afford your retainer?
- We shouldn't be discussing the case, but then,
I think you know that.
- Lannigan!
- Evan, good to see you, sir.
- A.U.S.A Hughes, you're still here?
- I am, I was just getting acquainted with your top-notch
criminal defense attorney.
- Well, save it, Amara.
He's a pal from Harvard Law.
Come on in, man. - Nice to meet you.
- Hold my calls, please, Chloe. Thank you.
- [door closes]
- [phone ringing]
- Your dime, start talking.
- Charming as ever.
- If it isn't my favorite, uptight First Bitch.
- Shut the hell up and listen.
I can't take long.
It's time for you to leave Atlanta for good.
- Uh, but I haven't finished the gig yet.
Titus and Amara are still married,
if not happily so.
- I am wiring you a considerable amount of money for your trip.
- Where am I going?
- [chuckles] I couldn't care less,
just so long as you never show your face in Atlanta again.
- I guess that threat I made to blow you out of the water
if I went down for stalking Amara really got to you, huh?
- So, you wanna take your chances with a jury trial?
I've heard horror stories about what happens
to federal prosecutors on the inside,
especially ones as pretty as you.
- ♪
- Don't worry, lady.
I'm already out of here.
- Goodbye, Damian.
May we never meet again.
- ♪
- [knocking at door]
- Have something for me?
- One completed DNA test coming right up.
Want me to stay here while you read it?
- No.
This is something I need to do alone.
- ♪
- Rasheed?
- Yeah, Mrs. Lancaster?
- Thank you.
- ♪
- [door closes]
- ♪
- [knocking at door]
- ♪
- You sure you really wanna be here?
Might taint your little sting operation.
- This visit is off the books but...
I did not come alone.
- [clears throat]
Kinda busy, but I can squeeze in a quickie.
Want your friend to watch?
- You can wait right outside.
He'll scream if he needs you.
Thanks for doing this, Tony.
- What's on your mind?
- How long have you been working with Stephanie Lancaster?
- Stephanie?
- Cut the bullshit, Damian.
I know your attorney went to Harvard at the same time
as Stephanie and her husband.
- Lots of high-profile lawyers went to Harvard.
- Stephanie arranged for Lannigan to represent you.
And she got her money's worth, too, I mean,
seeing that you're already out on bail.
- And you call me obsessed?
Though I'm a little confused.
Is it Stephanie or is it me?
You trying to tell me you switch both ways now?
- Stephanie obviously tracked you down in Birmingham,
somehow convinced you to come to Atlanta to destroy my marriage.
Doesn't surprise me. She's petty and vindictive.
- Sounds like a real piece of work.
- What I can't figure out is why you went along with it.
You knew we were done.
I made that clear before I left Alabama.
So what exactly are you getting out of this?
- ♪
- Stephanie has something on you.
- I came to Atlanta on my own, because I loved you.
You should have just loved me back.
We could have been happy.
We could've had that life together we used to talk about.
But you had to be difficult.
- Damian, we were never gonna have that life.
- I think you believe that, in this moment,
you--your loser husband has you brainwashed.
But I'm gonna save you from him and yourself.
You're trying to destroy this relationship,
but we belong together.
That's how our story ends.
No matter how long it takes.
No matter what I have to do.
- I hope they have the medication you need in prison.
Who knows?
Maybe you'll find love in there.
- ♪
- It's late. - Evan, I'm in real shit here.
That psycho nurse from the hospital is back.
And she's already tried to kill me twice!
- Come again?
- Apparently, she's Greg Peters's cousin.
I mean at first, I thought I was being paranoid.
Now I see her everywhere I go.
- Why would you be scared of a harmless real estate developer
like Greg Peters?
Or one of his family members for that matter, Mrs. Manning?
- What are you doing?
- Merely trying to follow along.
A nurse who's somehow related to Greg Peters
is trying to kill you? You see her everywhere?
Are you unwell?
- You bastard!
You promised to protect me.
- A.U.S.A. Hughes seems to be under the impression
that I signed off on illegal dealings
involving you and Mr. Cooper.
And we both know that's not the case.
- Evan, please.
- If you truly are fearful for your safety, then I strongly
suggest you reach out to the proper authorities.
Now, I must ask you to leave.
- ♪
- DAPHNE: Go to hell.
- ♪
- I had Bella's son's DNA tested against Evan's.
- And?
- The little mongrel may look like Enrique Iglesias
fathered him, but...
he's a Lancaster through and through.
- Oh, baby, I know it hurts, but you will survive this.
- Oh, of course I will, Mother.
Evan, on the other hand, might not prove so lucky.
- ♪
- Bella?
Joaquin?
Is anybody here?
- PERLA: Your guards didn't tell you?
They went out to have a pizza.
I'm sure they'll be right back.
- Don't you have your own place?
- I'm staying here as long as Bella needs me.
At least one of us can be here for her.
- That's because only one of us is gainfully employed.
- See, it didn't take Bella long to get back into business.
- Resilient, isn't she? - Mm.
- Corazón Textiles is going to help her nab
that airport concession.
Oh, she gets that gorgeous new lover, too.
- What lover?
- Ignacio De Santos.
- Tell Bella I'll be back to see Joaquin.
- Will do.
Bye, Mr. Mayor.
- ♪
- Babe, I don't think I can get the dye out on these.
- Just toss it.
Purifoy has been a zoo ever since Hunter's email leaked.
Yesterday, it was fake blood, today I was pelted with
pill bottles as I walked into the building.
- Oh, I'm sorry, honey.
- You know, I'm all for free speech and the right to protest,
but I don't know how much more of this I can take.
- Okay, so... why don't you just quit?
- Something's going on at Purifoy,
and I need to get to the bottom of it.
- Alright, well, just be careful.
- I will.
So, how's your City Hall investigation going?
- Ugh.
I scared the crap out of Daphne Manning,
she still wouldn't talk.
I mean, say what you will about her,
she believes in honor amongst thieves.
- I hate to bring him up--
- Yeah, I was just getting to that.
Um, so, it turns out that Damian's hotshot lawyer,
Jerry Lannigan,
went to law school with Evan and Stephanie.
- Seriously?
- Saw him at the mayor's office.
- So, wait.
You think Stephanie and Damian are working together?
- I don't think it.
I'm certain of it.
And now, I just have to prove it.
- ♪
- TITUS: Prove it then, girl.
- [laughing]
- ♪
- [knocking at door]
- Hey.
- Can't keep your legs closed, can you?
- What are you talking about?
- You.
Sleeping with Valentina De Santos's son.
That's what you were doing when our son went missing?
- Who told you that?
- Unbelievable.
That's all you care about, huh?
Who ratted you out?
You need better friends.
- Perla? - EVAN: Who else?
You think you've got it all mapped out, don't you?
You sleep with the son, and then what?
Valentina's gonna take you under her wing?
By the way, what does Valentina think of your designs so far?
- She loves them. - Stop lying.
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Neither does Valentina.
I'm sure she believes she's in Milan,
sipping Chianti and gossiping with the creative directors
of the greatest houses in fashion.
- Why wouldn't she be?
- Because my team discovered she has dementia.
She's being waited on by a few faithful servants
in a modest country house in South America.
The Valentina I knew no longer exists.
- You said you set this up with her.
- That was over the phone.
It must have been one of her rare lucid moments.
And there's something else you don't know about.
- What, Evan?
- There's some heavy Cain and Abel shit
between her two sons.
Ignacio and his brother Martín fought for control of
the company, and your boy got the shit end of the stick.
He's powerless.
So, think of that the next time Iggy's got you on all fours.
- Get the hell out of my loft! - My... loft.
Remember that.
The next time your extracurricular activities put
Joaquin in harm's way, I'm taking my son away from you.
I promise you that.
- Try it, it'll be the last move you make.
- [door opens and shuts]
- [indistinct chatter]
- You asked to see me?
- I believe someone's been trying to break
into my apartment.
Probably my car, too.
Please tell me you found Natasha.
- She's in the wind.
And we can't do anything about Greg until someone gives us
something concrete.
- Can you protect me or not?
- I can move you and your husband to a safe house
with round-the-clock security.
In return, I'll need everything you know about the pay-for-play
bribery scheme in Mayor Lancaster's cabinet.
You'll have to name all the players involved.
If we think that you're withholding--
- I am done protecting them.
I will give you everyone, including Greg Peters
and Mayor Lancaster himself.
- Then, Daphne Manning, you have yourself a deal.
- ♪
- How the hell did you get in here?
- I can get in and out of anywhere I want.
Would you like one?
- Get out.
- God, you're so uptight.
- And you're supposed to be gone.
- With the measly $200,000 you left for me?
You've gotta be kidding--
- Oh, that is more than enough for you to start over elsewhere.
- That's bullshit.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm keeping it.
I already moved it to a new account.
But... it's not even close to what I need to disappear.
Which is just as well, because I'm not going anywhere.
- Your continued presence here is unacceptable.
- Sorry.
I'm not gonna risk everything by jumping bail.
I can beat those charges against me and go back to my career
after trial, have a future with Amara.
She just convinced me that we still have a chance.
- [laughing] You really are unhinged.
[laughs]
Security, my office now.
- This was a... a courtesy visit.
To let you know I'm staying in Atlanta.
And if you try anything, if you make even the slightest attempt
to take me down...
I will ruin you.
Don't think I can't.
- [door opens]
- Relax, fellas.
I was just, uh, leaving.
[laughs]
- ♪
- [phone rings]
- [indistinct chatter]
- How did he get in here?
Where's Bryshanna?
- [elevator dings]
- ♪
- [elevator dings]
- ♪
- TITUS: Next time on "Ambitions"-
- Gotcha.
- Natasha has to pay for killing Senior.
- Not to worry, baby girl.
Your father-in-law's killer is about to go down.
- The case is not closed until I say so.
- Greg Peters got to you, didn't he?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Of all the disloyal, backstabbing... bullshit!
- Why did you tell Evan about me and Ignacio?
- It just slipped out.
- This is why I'm a better business woman
than you, Rondell.
You don't know how to give the people what they need.
- [gun cocks] - Party's over!
- ♪
- [bell dings]