- Previously
on A House Divided.
- We're in the middle of investigating a missing person.
- Don't let their power take you under.
Help us.
- We both need to iron out
our parenting responsibilities.
- I'm making moves to make sure
everything is in order for the baby.
- You will report to me as soon as you hear
the whereabouts of Cameron Sanders or Carissa.
- I was in a dark place, but I'm better now.
I mean, everyone's journey is different.
You just have to believe in faith.
- I'm just trying to heal, you know?
I wanna fix everything that I broke.
- What are you doing here?
- Just checking on an old gambling buddy.
You asked for a marker.
Another bill is past due,
and when bills are past due, it goes to collection.
- After the casino deal funds, we can begin our romance.
- And now, A House Divided.
- Okay.
Okay.
Okay, and...
Okay.
This should be good,
because nobody should try to look for him way back here.
Now we gotta let nature take its course,
and we'll be good.
- This is no good.
- Cameron, we cannot unscramble this egg, okay?
If charges come up, I'll take it,
but for right now,
we gotta do whatever we gotta do to secure this casino deal.
Our future depends on it.
- You mean,
kill again.
- Cameron, get it together.
This guy was a scumbag.
He tried to have his way with me, come on!
I hope he rots in hell.
- I'm surrounded by savages.
- Well, nigga, it's about time you realized.
Okay, um, okay, we need to go back to the house.
I gotta use some degreaser.
We can't afford to have blood traces.
- We're gonna have to get outta here by break of dawn.
I'll arrange our flight.
- What if they arrest you?
- It's not safe here anymore.
- Hey, wake up.
- That smile on your face
tells me you've got some good news.
- That's right.
If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck,
well, you know the story.
- Oh, sweet baby Joshua.
- Exactly.
- This is big.
This is fucking huge.
- Yeah, DNA hit.
It looks like our girl Triva's DNA
ended up on our dead rapper's johnson.
- Thank God for some groupie love.
- We finally got Miss Thang.
- Well, Miss Thang's got some explaining to do.
- She does.
- You looked taller in your pictures online.
- Maybe it's the heels.
So are we gonna do this or what?
- How much?
- We talked about the price on the app.
- I forgot.
- Look, maybe I should just go.
- No, no, no, no, I'm sorry.
I just woke up.
- Oh, nah, I don't have time...
- Fucking bitch!
- Pops.
- T.
- What's up, man? There you go.
- Good to see you.
- Yeah, you too, man, you look good.
- Where's your brother?
- Um, said something about having to go to New Orleans
to handle some business deal or something.
I don't know.
- Big deal?
- Hey, you know what I know.
- Hi, Torrance.
- How you doing, Auntie?
Let me get your bag, man.
I'm gonna ride with Torrance, you take the car.
I'll see you back at the house.
- Damn.
- Thank you, Anthony.
And don't forget to have this packed up
and sent to my house.
See you next time.
Hey there, Bruce.
Ah, yes, that's beautiful.
Okay, give me a second.
Oh, yeah.
This is it.
- Is that a vintage camera,
from the store around the corner?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- Did you, did you get that inside?
- I like the juxtaposition between the beauty and the junk.
- Yeah.
But this is really the only time you're really by yourself,
isn't it?
Doing that.
- This is my timing always, and only my time.
But you should know that, you've been watching me.
- Yeah, not just you, but you know,
we're really just more avid photographers.
- What the fuck?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Back up off me, uh-uh, I don't play that.
- Calm down, sweetheart.
- Hillbilly Johnson,
this ain't no dildo. - There's something you,
there's something you need to see.
- Ooh.
- Dear God, that's,
that's my baby brother, Torrance.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Who the fuck are you?
And why are you following Torrance? Did you hurt him?
- Mm-mm, no, ma'am, we wouldn't do that,
not unless we had to.
We don't have to, do we?
- You backwoods bitches
clearly don't know who the fuck I am.
- Whoa-oh-oh.
Calm down, little sister,
we just want what's owed to us.
- I'm not your sister, brother.
And what the fuck do you think is owed to you?
- Well, your bank president, Peter...
Yeah.
- Oh, Jesus.
- Yeah, you remember Peter, don't you, good-old Peter?
Yeah, well, he loved to talk about you.
- Mm-hmm. - Peter's in debt to us
for a hundred thousand?
- Mm.
- And as his employer,
we think that debt passes to the Sanders family.
- Mm-hmm? - Mm-hmm.
- Peter?
- Peter.
- Okay,
I'm sorry, I, I, I get it, Peter.
- Peter.
- Whew, I do recall Peter mentioning a gambling debt.
- Fucking Reno, right?
- So you're telling me he owes you 100 large.
So you've been watching Torrance, but haven't harmed him?
- No, no, no, we haven't.
So I don't know, maybe pay up?
- You two hillbilly-backwoods motherfuckers are hilarious.
I like you, you're cute.
Amateurs at best, but I like your style.
You're clearly good, you got to me.
So, I have a proposition for you.
My family could use, um,
your type of surveillance and loyalty.
I'll double the 100.
Only if you're interested, of course.
- Oh, yeah, I'm interested.
- Of course you're interested.
So, keep watching Torrance.
See, Torrance won't allow my father
to provide him with surveillance.
That's okay.
Unlike me.
So I'll do it for him.
I'll give you guys 200 large
to watch my baby brother at all times
and make sure that not one hair is touched
on his precious head.
We got a lotta shit going down in my family right now.
- How do we get paid?
- You like to watch, right?
So watch me.
- Yes, ma'am.
- You goddamn idiot.
- What the fuck, are we babysitting now?
What the fuck was that? - Ridiculous.
I'm really pissed at you.
- That was exactly what I wanted.
Ace, king,
queen.
- Shit.
- Oh, I see you're keeping the car up, it runs smooth.
So glad I got it for you for your birthday.
- Pops, it was Christmas.
- Christmas?
- Yeah, yeah.
- T, I'm tired, what is it you wanna talk about?
Tell me.
- So I was in rehab, Steph was in the hospital.
Where you been? Like, where were you, man?
Why'd you leave?
Was it 'cause Carissa got arrested?
What's going on, Pops?
- Too much.
Not your concern.
I'll handle it.
- I mean, obviously, but I'm not dumb.
Something's going on.
Is there anything you need me to do, Pops?
- No, no.
I need you to get well.
I need you to focus on basketball.
You're the crown jewel of this family.
Yep.
- Pops, Auntie Alexis, why is she even here?
I'm trying to focus on my game.
Moms just passed.
Your current wife is in prison.
This shit is crazy.
Like, what's going on?
- T,
you're not a kid,
you're still not grown up.
There's issues you just wouldn't understand.
- Oh, I completely understand.
Look, I may be young, but I'm not dumb.
Matter of fact,
I'm at the age where I'm entitled to do stupid shit.
But you, uh-uh,
you're a grown-ass man, Pops,
and you disrespected Mom.
Like...
- Are you trying to tell me how to run my life?
I loved your mother.
Every, every, every ounce of her.
She had, she had everything, you had everything!
I never laid a hand on you.
I gave you nothing but, but love.
You are my child!
Dammit.
- All right, Pops, chill.
Just calm down.
I'm gonna get you home.
- Why we gotta meet here?
You said meet you at the hotel, then you changed it.
- Well, I rented a small storage space
to store the baby's furniture and stuff.
I mean, it's all I can afford,
since the family ain't paying me checks no more.
- How much furniture you need to get?
- Will you chill out?
Come on.
You ain't even paying for it.
I just want you to know where it is
since you're gonna be helping me move this shit
when the baby gets here.
Come on.
- Nah, I gotta get going, get back to Summer.
You really wanna top me off right here though?
I mean, I know you can do things my girl can't,
but this ain't sexy.
- Man, I mean, you sure know how to set the mood.
Raymond, come on, it's just right around the corner.
- I see.
- Will you loosen up?
- Nah, I'm out.
- No.
- I am the iron law,
cause and effect.
Don't touch the body.
Go home, little sister, I'll take care of it.
- Daddy.
I heard you're back.
- You know, it makes my heart smile when I see you.
- Are you okay?
- I was, I was worried.
You were unwell,
and I wish I could have rushed back sooner,
I really mean that, I wish I could have.
- Well, I guess things were a little crazy.
- Sweetie, I want you to know, I want you to understand,
I did not abandon you in your dark moments.
I had to take care of the family
for the long run.
You understand?
- Was she with you?
Was she with you?
You know, I keep trying, Daddy,
you keep doing everything
that's making Mommy toss and turn in her grave.
It's like you, you stomp, you pound on her spiritually.
Don't you get it?
- Stephanie, Stephanie, honey, honey,
when you were a little girl--
- Oh, Daddy.
- When you were a little girl,
you used to like to blow the seeds off of a dandelion
into the wind.
It was one of your favorite things.
Well, one day, you say,
"Daddy, where do they go?
"The seeds, where do they go, Daddy?"
And what did I say to you?
What did I say?
- Nobody knows.
- Baby,
your mother,
my wife,
is gone in the wind,
but we all have to live on.
- No, my baby is gone too.
And I promise you, Ma, I will fix this,
if it's the last thing I do!
- Sir, you have an urgent call on the landline.
- I'm busy.
- It's from Germany.
And he sounds very angry, sir.
- This is Cameron Sanders.
- You think you can fuck with me, you criminal?
- Chancellor, it's, um, it's good to hear from you.
Now look, I had no charges of--
- We bought your little shithole bank
with all of its problems because of you,
because of your promises, your character.
It was all a song and dance.
- What are you talking about?
- What am I talking about?
You don't know anything.
You and your fairy son.
You're buying a chain of banks in Louisiana.
You don't think we have ears in this industry?
We bid on the deal, lost to you.
- What?
- You signed a non-compete clause when we did our deal,
you can't start a new bank to compete with us.
We're partners.
- Junior.
- You have no idea of the hell
we're about to bring your way.
I have an army of lawyers sharpening their blades.
We'll file a temporary restraining order
of your bank accounts in the morning.
- Don't do that.
We're in the process of working on something,
something huge--
- I'll teach you to fuck with me, you porch monkey.
- Get him!
- Listen, this is the third time this week
they done brought you up in here.
I think it's time for you to sing.
- You gonna let me walk if I say something?
- Yes, you'll be free to go.
- I saw the devil in his eyes.
- Show me the profile he contacted you from.
- All right, all right,
don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot.
Please don't shoot me.
- Down to your knees.
Down.
- What the fuck is this?
- Clear.
Go.
Sit down, sit down, and don't fucking move.
- Clear. - Clear.
- What the fuck is going on?
- You, give me the gun, push it out.
- Hey, look at me, look at me, right here.
- Drop that gun or I drop you.
- Come on, look at me.
- Toss it.
- Look at me.
Look at me.
Do you know who we are?
Your sister sent us.
Yeah.
- My sister?
- Yeah, good fucking thing too.
Fucking idiot, just like she said.
And you, hmm?
Doing some not nice things to this nice guy.
- Sirens, 60 seconds, and go.
- All right, look, here's the thing, man,
I'm a reasonable guy.
I really am, I'm really sensible.
I don't even really like violence,
but there's something I need you to do for me, okay?
Hmm, can you do that?
- What?
- Give me your hand.
- What? - Give me your hand.
Give me your fucking hand!
Now take this,
and point it right at that guy,
and you put a bullet in his brain.
- I can't.
- Shoot that man in the fucking head right now.
- 30 seconds, boss.
- Come on, you can do it.
- I can't.
- Yeah, you can.
That man was gonna fucking kill you,
and you can put a fucking bullet in his brain
and end his fucking misery.
Just squeeze the fucking trigger.
- I can't do it.
- Right there.
Hmm, come on, you can do it.
- I can't. - Yeah, you can.
- 20 seconds, boss.
- I can't!
- You got this.
Come on, you can do it.
Yeah, you can, real easy.
- 10 seconds, boss.
- Pull the fucking trigger.
- Fuck.
Ah, shit.
- Come on. - Fuck.
- You can do it. - Ah.
- Pull the trigger, look at him!
Three,
two,
one,
shoot!
There we go.
Huh, regular fucking John Wayne.
Bag it.
Come on, let's go, come on!
Come on, get up!
Let's move.
Come on, asshole.
Get the fuck up the stairs, go, go, go!
- All right, Maynard,
got a flight to LA in an hour, so, what's up?
- I need to speak to you about the deal.
There has been some new developments.
- The deal is set, what new developments?
- You see, you West Coast elite,
you always have so much negative rhetoric about the South.
Old Dixie, hillbillies, flyover states, all that nonsense.
You like to portray us as out of touch,
when in fact,
it is you who is out of touch,
with middle America, the heartbeat of America.
- I have a, uh, I have a plane on the tarmac,
so if we can skip the Fox News commentary
and get straight to the point.
- A long time ago,
there used to be a brown-paper-bag test
down here at my great-granddaddy's club.
If your skin wasn't lighter than a brown paper bag,
you couldn't get in.
It was sorta like racism inside of racism.
But, if you slid my great-granddaddy three bucks,
he'll let you hold a mop and stand in the back,
just to get a closer look.
But you had to keep that mop in your hand
and stay in the back.
- Yeah, I can't relate.
- Of course you can't.
Well, here it is, the moral of the story.
It's just some clubs some folks can't get in,
unless they pay that extra price.
But even then, they've gotta stay in the back.
- What is the fucking point, Maynard?
- You ain't gonna give my family bird feed.
We are at the door.
We control the club.
And knowing now how much you need my infrastructure
to get your little FinTech empire off the ground,
you pay double.
- I pay...
You played us the whole time, didn't you?
You did this on purpose!
- I never liked you or your kind.
You give black entrepreneurs a bad name.
It's already hard enough
that we have to work three times as hard
to get half as much as whites in finance.
You people are the problem.
You lie, you steal, you scheme.
You make it easy for the establishment to say,
"We can't work with them.
"They ain't no good."
You make it easy.
Well, now, I'm gonna make it hard.
- We had a deal.
We shook hands as men,
and you, my friend,
you signed a deal memo, remember that?
- About that,
I got videos of you snorting cocaine
off of strippers at the The Pone Club.
I also got pictures of you going downtown,
and I'm not talking about down on a bus.
You pay double.
I'll bring this whole thing down.
And that second part goes directly to me.
My daddy don't need to know about that part.
- We shook hands as men, but I see you are not a man.
You're a son of a bitch.
- We're one in the same.
One in the same.
- I got a flight to catch.
- Mm.
- Plane on the tarmac,
you let it sit idle too long, those fees...
- Hold on now, don't stay idle too long.
I got an offer from the Germans I just might take.
Safe travels.
- You never said that you were gonna kill him.
Why? Why would you kill him?
- You weren't supposed to see that.
- Well, I did.
Why would you kill the father of my child?
You are so evil.
I'm nothing like you.
You said he was just gonna get a beatdown,
taught a lesson, not killed!
You people are murderers!
- You are the one who brought this cancer of a person,
this predator, into our family.
You are the one who should be blaming yourself.
- You can't put this on me.
This is about you protecting your money.
See, you wanna take over everything
they trust us to help build
because you wanna be the queen!
Yeah, I figured you out.
You will stop at nothing.
- Don't you dare come in here
trying to tell me who I am and what I'm about.
You need to stop mourning the person
who was willing to leave you and your child for dead!
While he frolics around town with a woman half your age.
Jeez!
You need to put aside your weak, codependent frailty
and put this family first.
- Auntie,
is this really a family anymore?
- Now, just go home.
Take a shower, get some rest,
and think about your child.
Think about yourself.
And you will never speak of this to anyone,
ever.
And I mean that.
- I won't say a word,
but trust me,
all of your people will pay for your sins.
- It had to be done, Sis.
That nigga was way too messy.
- Well, we just have one more stone to get rid of,
and then nothing will keep us from our future plans.
- Just let me know if you think she's gonna be a problem.
- What about Summer?
- I'll deal with Summer.
He wasn't good enough for her anyway.
- Should you punish yourself
for the things you've done?
- Torrance, what's wrong, baby?
- Wrong things.
- Oh, god, honey.
Shh, it's okay.
- Even if you feel no guilt?
Should you feel shame?
What is guilt anyway?
When does guilt turn into shame?
- I'll get it.
It's probably my neighbor or something.
- What if there's no remorse?
And if there's no remorse,
are you right with God?
- What?
No.
Why?
- Next time on A House Divided.
- What the fuck are you doing here?
- I'm sorry to hear about the minister,
I pray that you locate him soon.
- We are sparing no expense to find out where he is.
- There is one obstacle,
one mess that has yet to be cleaned.
- Satisfaction never justifies a mission.
What we gotta do
is make those Nigerians wish they never crossed the ocean.
- What's up, preacher man?
- I have begged you to slow down with the bodies.
- Start singing or the deal is off.
- Talk about betrayal.
You disgust me.