- Who is this dude? Huh? - This is my--
- Her man, that's who.
[suspenseful music]
- I mean, the deed to your house is right there.
- Mm. - All you got to do is sign.
Remember that private cooking class
you were telling me about?
- Guess we better go ahead and get started then.
- Yes!
- You just make sure that
Moses stays put until this conservatorship is handled
and the board votes, you understand?
- How do you even know sugar in the tank is gonna work?
- My grandfather used to tell us stories
about this kind of stuff.
- So what's next? - Protest.
¶ Forever's starting right now ¶
¶ Even though winter seems a little colder ¶
¶ Better's starting right now, yeah, yeah ¶
¶ I promise you all that pushing ¶
¶ All that fighting ¶
¶ All that running ¶
¶ All that climbing ¶
¶ It won't be, it won't be, it won't be for nothing ¶
¶ Give to me, yeah, yeah ¶ - Turn the lights on!
[soft dramatic music]
[soft dramatic musical crescendo]
¶ ¶
[bassy hip-hop beat]
¶ ¶
[protesters chanting]
¶ ¶
- Well, good morning, Dominique.
- Good morning, Mrs. Britton.
Well, you look like quite the tycoon today.
- Well, thank you.
I bought this suit especially for the occasion.
You do know what today is, don't you?
- Oh, yes, ma'am, I do.
Very exciting and well deserved, if I may add.
- It is deserved, isn't it? - Yes.
- You know, I have waited for this for a long time.
And nothing is going to spoil it.
[protesters chanting]
Wait a minute, what is that? [chanting continuing]
- I'm not quite sure, ma'am.
It sounds like some type of fighting,
or perhaps an argument.
- Well, find out.
Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky
and the Johnsons' mugshot will end up on Page Six.
- As you wish.
all: Hell no, we won't go!
- Morning, honey. - Hey, sweetie.
- Where are the kids?
- Uh, you know what? I'm not sure.
When I looked in the cameras,
they were already gone by the time I came down.
- Oh.
So maybe you need to follow me back up them stairs.
[both chuckle]
- You know, you've been really trying to make up for lost time
since we made up.
- Honey, we got two big, grown-ass kids.
I got to take it when I can get it.
- Mm. - Mm-hmm.
- Well, come on and get it. - Yes.
[both chuckle]
[protesters chanting]
- Wait a minute, you hear that?
- It just sounds like a whole bunch of yelling.
[chanting continuing]
- No, I think maybe we should go check that out.
- Boy, if you don't follow me up these stairs
and mind your own damn grown business,
now, we about to have a problem again.
So come on.
- Don't have to tell me twice. - [laughs]
[smooth mellow music playing]
¶ ¶
- Mm. [both chuckle]
[Adaora sighs]
You really know how to put a smile on a girl's face,
Mr. Britton. - [chuckles]
- I really enjoy spending time with you.
- Yeah, we do got good chemistry, don't we?
- [chuckles] I'll say.
[both chuckle]
¶ ¶
- [sighs]
Truthfully, I'm so glad you came by last night.
- Mm-hmm. - With the flowers.
I was starting to think you weren't being serious
about what you said on the yacht.
¶ ¶
- What did I say?
- You know, what you said to Bobby Boyd
about me being your girl.
- ¶ I'm catching feelings, I'm catching feelings ¶
- Yeah, so about that. Um...
- Say less, Martin.
- ¶ I'm catching feelings ¶
- You're here.
And your actions have spoken louder than any words.
[Adaora chuckles]
My doubts were my own insecurities.
[smooching]
¶ ¶
Now, what can I make you for breakfast?
- Um, so look, I--
I would love to stay and eat breakfast with you,
but I have some business I have to take care of.
[Adaora groans] So I got to get out of here.
Okay?
[Martin sighs]
- Uh--
[inhales sharply]
Already, though?
I mean, it's still early.
- Yeah, and I have an important meeting in the city.
Um...
Do you--do you mind if I take a shower here?
- Sure.
- All right, thanks. I'll be back, all right?
- Okay.
[sighs]
Will I see you tonight?
- No promises.
I got a lot on my plate, Karrin.
- Karrin?
all: Hell no, we won't go!
Hell no, we won't go!
- Guys, guys, what are you doing?
Hey! What the hell do I pay you for?
Do something!
- Jeez, Eli. what do you want to do?
Run them over with the forklift?
A bunch of kids.
- Oh, jeez.
I got to take care of everything.
all: Hell no, we won't go!
Hell no, we won't go!
- Settle down, everybody! You got to move on!
We have work to do, okay?
Now time to go. - Or what?
This is our neighborhood, man. We not going anywhere.
- Oh, kid, you don't know who you're [...] with.
You know that? [scoffs]
I-- - Mister.
You're the one who don't know who you messin' with.
Ain't that right, guys?
- Right! - Yeah!
- That's right. We're not going anywhere, Mr. Bradshaw.
- Nowhere.
- All right. I'll just call the cops then.
They'll get you out of here.
- [scoffs] - Call 'em.
- Hell no! all: We won't go!
Hell no, we won't go!
- You're going.
all: Hell no, we won't go! - You're all going.
Hell no, we won't go!
[soft dramatic music]
- ¶ Nothing like your lovin' right now ¶
¶ ¶
- Martin.
- Yeah.
- Martin, who is Karrin?
¶ ¶
- Who?
- Who is Karrin?
You called me Karrin.
¶ ¶
- Really?
What--I said that?
- Yeah, you did.
¶ ¶
- Wow, um...
well, first, I want to say I'm sorry.
And Karrin, she's my ex.
¶ ¶
- Did you love her?
[soft dramatic music]
Do you love her?
¶ ¶
- Honestly, I don't know.
¶ ¶
Look, Adaora, I really like you.
¶ ¶
- Just stop.
You can't love her and like me.
You got to make up your mind.
¶ ¶
- ¶ Nothing like your lovin' ¶
- You're right.
- ¶ Nothing like you ¶
¶ I used, I used, I used to ¶
¶ Nothing like your lovin' right now ¶
¶ ¶
¶ Nothing like your lovin' right now ¶
¶ ¶
¶ Maybe soon you'll figure it out ¶
[Adaora exhales deeply]
¶ Nothing like your lovin' right now ¶
- Hi, Mrs. Britton. - Oh, hi.
So have you heard? We have protesters. [chuckles]
- Yes, I saw them on the way in.
Are you sure you want Jesse involved?
Things like this attract a lot of media coverage.
- Oh, he'll be all right.
His grandfather and I
were protesters when we were his age.
You know, it builds character.
I'm just so happy that somebody in this family
is showing a little backbone, other than me.
Not like this little protest is gonna do any good.
Unfortunately, things are changing.
But thankfully, after this meeting today,
I will be installed permanently over the trust.
And the government,
we won't have any problem with them anymore.
- Yeah, it's what you've always wanted.
- Yes, it is. - Hmm.
- I've asked Dominique to pull the car around
so you and I can drive into the city together.
- Oh, actually, Mrs. Britton,
you'll be riding into the city alone.
I won't be joining you.
[soft suspenseful music]
- What is this?
- It's my letter of resignation,
effective immediately.
- You're quitting now?
- Mm-hmm.
- [scoffs] Kimberly, I am about to take control
over the Britton trust.
Everything that you and I have worked so hard for
these past five years is about to be at our fingertips.
You are my right-hand woman. Why would you leave now?
- I got a better offer.
One that's more promising.
- From who?
- A former employer.
- Okay, so I'll match his offer,
and then I'll add 20% on top.
Is that more promising? - [sighs] No.
I appreciate the gesture, Mrs. Britton,
but this really isn't about my salary.
It's about my peace of mind.
And my new employer,
just we're a better fit, more aligned.
- Kimberly, you and I are both very astute businesswomen.
And I know that you have mastered
the art of negotiation.
So just tell me what do you need to stay?
Do you want, what, stock options?
You want a seven-figure salary?
What? You want your own damn house in the Black Hamptons?
What is it? - No, no.
Nothing that you are capable of giving me, Mrs. Britton.
You have taught me so much over the past five years.
And the most important thing that you've shown me
is the importance of loyalty.
Or should I say, the lack of loyalty.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- It's nothing important, but...
I'm sure you'll figure it out soon.
Goodbye, Mrs. Britton.
[Kimberly sighs softly]
¶ ¶
- Kimberly.
¶ ¶
I don't know where you're headed,
but you're going to find out soon
that the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
And baby, trust me.
Oh, you'll be back sooner than later.
- You're probably right.
But not in the capacity that you think.
¶ ¶
[soft suspenseful music fading]
all: Keep the Black Hamptons Black!
- All right.
All right, all right.
Did you call in an emergency? - I sure as hell did.
I want all these--
I want these hooligans arrested.
- Under what charges?
- I don't know, Sergeant. But how about, uh, existing?
[protester scoffs] - Oh, wow.
So what in the hell is that supposed to mean?
- Nothing. Just do your damn job.
They're all trespassing and disturbing the peace.
- Mm. - We're not even trespassing.
- Or disturbing the peace.
We're conducting a peaceful, non-violent protest
that's protected by the Constitution.
Ever heard of it?
- That's peaceful my ass.
- Hey! We have a right to freely assemble!
- All right, sir. Sir, I got it.
No one's getting arrested here today, sir.
- Do I have to call your boss?
- You can call whoever you want to call.
These young people are not trespassing.
To my right is your property.
To my left is owned by the town of Sag Harbor.
Are we clear? - Eli, go home!
all: Eli, go home!
Eli, go home!
- Okay, okay! They're standing in front of my property, right?
- Yes, which is not breaking the law.
And Mr. Bradshaw...
don't call 911 unless you have an actual emergency.
[protesters snort and laugh]
Young people, you can stay here, okay?
Do not block the vehicles
from coming in and out of his property, that's all.
- Yes, sir. - Are we clear?
all: Yes, sir. - Thank you, Sergeant.
- This isn't over.
- Oh, trust me. It's over.
Shoot. [protesters laugh]
- Eli, go home!
all: Eli, go home!
Eli, go home! - Get back to work!
all: Eli, go home!
Eli, go home!
[protesters cheering]
- You look absolutely gorgeous, Ms. Britton.
- Well, thank you. - Mm. You're welcome.
- I wish I could go to the meeting.
- Mm. You've already done enough.
[Vanessa chuckles]
- Hey.
- Kim, you want to ride to the meeting together?
- I can't go with you anymore.
- What? You're not going?
- No. I don't work for Carolyn anymore.
I just gave your mother my letter of resignation.
- Um, all righty, then, I'm--
I'm gonna go make sure our son doesn't get arrested.
- Yeah. Thanks, baby.
What's going on, Kim? What did Mother do now?
- Nothing that's unexpected.
But I'm fine. Everything's good.
- [scoffs softly] I'm not. I don't want you to leave.
I need you.
We need you.
Does Martin know about this?
- No, it just happened.
- You want me to go in and talk to Mother?
- No. This was all my decision.
- With everything that's going on with my dad,
can't we work this out?
- [sighs]
- This chapter of my life is over.
But it's for the best.
You'll see. [sighs]
I love you.
- I love you too.
[somber orchestral music]
¶ ¶
- Hey, Kim.
¶ ¶
What's going on with Kim?
And who car is that?
- She just quit.
- What?
She just quit?
She can't quit, bro. She's family.
- Yeah.
And she still quit.
And to be honest, Martin, I completely understand her.
Mother is out of control.
And it's all your fault.
- Malcolm, how is this my fault?
- Because you sold me out to Mother
about our plan to get Dad out of prison.
- Malcolm, yo.
- You chose her over him.
- No, I did not!
And this is not my fault!
- It is.
¶ ¶
Can't run from the truth, Martin.
It follows you.
¶ ¶
- Hey, look at his face, man. He looks pissed.
- Hey, good luck starting that tractor!
[laughter]
- I think we really did something,
putting that sugar in that gas tank.
We got to figure something else out
before he flushes it out and gets him back to work.
- That's why we got to keep him on his toes.
All right, everybody know what to do?
- Yeah. You ready? - What we say, y'all?
all: Keep the Black Hamptons Black!
- That was incredible.
- You're amazing, baby. - No, you are amazing.
I don't think there's anything in the world
I enjoy more than I enjoy you.
- Not even those bacon-wrapped lamb chops that we had
on the Britton boat that time
that you're always talking about?
- Wow,
Now that you mention it, uh, that was close.
I would definitely go with the lamb chops.
- Oh, boy, come on. - [chuckles]
Oh, shit.
- Come on, I didn't hit you that hard, baby.
- No, I just remembered I got to get out of here.
- Oh.
Good luck with that. - [sighs]
- Because, you know, it's Labor Day weekend.
And that traffic is going to be a mess.
- Yeah, it is.
- Go on and get dressed.
- You can't say get dressed like that
because I'm not gonna want to get dressed.
[both chuckle and smooch]
- Get on out of here.
[Anthony grunts] [Sydney laughs]
- All right, fine. Let's just talk about it later.
Oh, hey, what's going on, Gabby?
- I just spent the past hour
trashing Eli's real estate agent, Inez,
and her company with bots that Tyler designed.
We're over 100,000 views.
Nobody is gonna want to work with her. [chuckles]
- Hey, that's dope.
Come Tuesday morning, Bradshaw Development's
gonna have more environmental complaints
than any other company in Long Island.
We even got him on burrowing owls
and rare box turtles being killed.
- Yeah.
- Peter might take him out before we do.
- Eli Bradshaw's going down,
and he's not going to know what hit him.
- Yo, I'm in. - What'd you do?
- I hacked the Bradshaw Development's websites,
and I tied them to a random neo-Nazi organization.
- You really are your father's son.
- Hey, Lenny.
How's my favorite attorney in the whole, wide world?
We get final approval from the town
on that demolition permit yet?
[soft upbeat music]
[chuckles] Whoa, Lenny. What the hell, man?
Of course I know you're Jewish. Hell, I'm half Jewish.
- Wait, Tyler, if you have access to his site,
you have access to his email distribution list.
- [laughs] You're a genius.
- I didn't send out any emails!
I mean--no, no, none of this stuff is true, okay?
Come on, let's talk.
Lenny?
Son of a bitch.
- We officially ambushed his ass.
[both laugh] - Yes.
- You know...
you and I make a good team, Gabrielle Johnson.
- I agree, Jesse Britton.
[soft upbeat music]
¶ ¶
[both clear throats] So where's Tania?
I haven't seen her in a few days.
- Oh, I think she was just at work right now.
Her boss said that
she had to work extra overtime hours for Labor Day.
[Jesse sighs and chuckles]
- Hey, honey.
what's-- - Don't honey me.
- What's the matter?
- I just picked Henry up from day camp,
and they told me he can't come back.
- C'mon, what are you talking about?
We pay them $2,000 a month.
- I don't think they care, Eli.
The director kept spewing something about their policies
on diversity and inclusion,
and that they have a zero tolerance policy on racism.
- Son of a bitch. It's got to be those kids.
- Fix it! - Oh, "fix it."
- Yeah, fix it.
¶ ¶
- You're not so tough
when you don't have your friends around, are your kid?
- I'm just a peaceful protester.
- That is bullshit.
I know what you did to my construction equipment
and my website.
- I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Bradshaw.
- Oh, yeah, you do.
And you know what, that's not what pisses me off the most.
It's what you did to my kid.
He loves that frickin' camp.
- Like I said, I have no clue what you're talking about.
Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go.
- No, you listen to me. - Whoa, whoa. Hey.
- Listen to me.
- Hey, you don't want to do that.
- No, you don't want to do what you've been doing.
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.
What the hell are you doing putting your hands on my kid?
- Well, your troublemaking kid and his pain-in-my-ass friends
are committing criminal acts against me and my company.
And I'm here to put them on notice
that I'm not taking that.
- What is that, a threat?
¶ ¶
I didn't think so.
¶ ¶
- This ain't over, boy.
- Hey. - Boy?
- That's the last time
you're going to call a Black man a boy.
You understand me?
¶ ¶
What was that?
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- Hey, ladies. You look beautiful.
I'll be right with you, okay?
Hi, ladies. How's everything? [overlapping chatter]
The wine? See? I told you it was good.
Oh, thank you.
Are we ready for some dessert? - Oh, absolutely.
- Yeah? Okay. We have a really good peach cobbler.
- Ooh! - Perfect.
[indistinct chatter] - Everything's okay over here?
Awesome. So I'll be right back.
I'm going to get you guys some menus
so we can get started with the entrees
and then get some dessert, okay?
Awesome.
- T.
- Peter, you can't keep showing up at my job like this.
- I know. I just needed to talk to you.
- What's that? - What?
- This.
Peter, please don't tell me you signed that contract.
You told your dad you weren't going to do it.
- Look, I did this for my dad
so he can have a roof over his head and money in the bank.
- Does your dad know about this?
- No, I decided to wait
until after Labor Day weekend to tell him.
Look, I want to enjoy my weekend in peace.
And besides, I wanted to talk to you first.
Look, T, I'm about to go on the most amazing ride of my life.
[soft dramatic music]
And...
[scattered gasps and laughter]
I want you to take it with me.
- Oh! - Girl!
- Will you marry me?
- Oh, my God.
¶ ¶
- Hello, ladies and gentlemen. It is now 5:00.
I see that everyone is here. So please, let's begin.
- Actually, Mother, it's 4:50.
Let's give them ten minutes. No need to rush things.
- Well, if you insist, Malcolm.
I mean, after all, you are the president and CEO.
For now.
- [humming softly]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - Oh!
[both chuckle]
Okay, before you start.
- Oh, yeah. Okay. - Yes.
[glasses clink] Mm.
Let me help you. Now twist.
- Okay. Okay, so this way. - Okay, salt.
No, keep going. You need that flavor.
[timer rings] Ooh.
It is the moment of truth.
Are you ready?
[soft upbeat music]
- These look pretty good.
- Don't be scared. - [chuckles]
- Don't be scared. - [clears throat]
- Okay.
How is it?
- Oh, heaven. - [laughing]
- Oh!
That tastes like heaven.
- You are so funny, Anthony.
- Sydney's not going to believe I made this.
- Didn't you tell me that you cook for her all the time?
- Yeah, no, but this is special.
- Why?
- Oh, I mean, I don't know. I just--
I really want her to be impressed.
- Mm.
Okay.
Aren't you a really good father?
And you take care of your family?
- Well, yeah, but, you know...
when I think of impressed... - Mm?
- I think of putting in the extra effort
to do something special that's really gonna make her smile.
You know, in addition to these cooking lessons, I--
I even write her poetry.
- You write poetry? - Well, I write her poetry.
[both laugh]
Matter of fact, I took singing lessons.
- Mm-hmm?
- I even tried to play the guitar.
Whatever her needs and desires are, nothing else matters.
- Well, she sounds like one lucky woman.
You're one hell of a guy, Anthony Johnson.
[flowing classical piano music]
Is there any more from where you came from?
Well, let me meet this man.
- Well, actually, you already met him.
It's my boy, Mike.
- [laughs] No, no, no, no, no.
- What? - [laughing] No!
- Why? - No!
- What's wrong with Mike? - Okay, look.
Don't get me wrong.
He's a really nice guy.
But he is corny as hell.
- Okay, see?
- Mm-mm.
- That's the problem with y'all.
You think that it's-- it's got to be Prince Charming.
But Prince Charming is only in fairy tales and the movies.
There are real kings in real life
if you open your eyes
and your heart. - Mm.
- What was--oh, when that song came out, bruh,
they played that shit at the club, man, people--
oh, I know that--hey-- no--no.
Is that who think it-- hey, you know what, dawg?
I think this the first time
I ever seen you outside of your uniform.
- Real facts.
- That's nice. - Mm-hmm.
- You know, I'm minding my own business,
and here come three ugly ballerinas,
scaring the fish.
[laughter] - Come on.
- Come on, Sarge.
Listen, I just saw you over there.
Man, I thought I'd come over, say hi.
Figured you might want to say thank you.
- Say thank you for what?
- Come on, Sarge, a little gratitude never hurt nobody.
Hey, can I ask you a question?
How does it feel being a new home owner?
- What the hell are you talking about, man?
- I'm talking about your house. - What about my house?
- Oh, see, I threw that in
as part of Pete deal with Team BTB.
- Mm-hmm.
- Wait a minute--wait. Pete ain't say nothing?
- Pete ain't said a word.
- Pete ain't said shit. I can't believe that.
- You think I'm just going to let y'all bait me
into some dumb shit?
I know my son. He hasn't signed anything.
- Oh, you see that's where you're wrong, Sarge.
- Mm-hmm.
- Good old Pete signed that damn contract quick yesterday.
- Real quick. - Hell, even had it notarized.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's sitting on my desk.
- What? - [laughs]
Listen, Peter Lane is now the newest member of Team BTB.
Now, listen, don't you worry.
We're gonna have a big-ass press conference.
Man, we gonna do that Monday, down at the local dock,
right after the Labor Day parade, man.
It's going to be lit! It's going to be lit, Sarge.
We got everybody coming. I got the mayor coming.
- Right, right. - Uh, who else? Anybody else?
- The chief.
- Your boss gonna be there too, man.
So you gotta come through.
- Oh, you got a vivid imagination.
What time does the circus leave?
I see you got your shirts on.
[laughter]
- You know what? Truth is, man,
there ain't nothing we can do with a bitter, old man
that's looking for a fight when the fight,
it's already over, man.
He just need to hear the bell so that he can know he lost.
- Here you go. Ding, ding, ding!
[laughter]
You a fool, man. That's cold as shit.
But it's true. It's true.
We gotta get out of here, man. So, hey, I'll see you Monday.
Get your dinner now. - All right.
- He ain't' catching nothing. - Come on, let's go, man.
We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go.
[seagulls calling]
[phone beeps]
- Yo, I just saw Bobby Boyd.
Man, either he's lost his damn mind or you've lost yours.
Give me a call. All right?
Chumps.
- Well, if it's okay with you, Malcolm,
I would like to begin.
I think that you will be pleased with the results.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a lot to cover in the next hour.
And as you know, the Labor Day weekend traffic
back to the Hamptons can be ridiculous.
So please, let's begin.
The documents in front of you are copies of applications
that I submitted to the FCC to permanently assume control
over Amistad Trust, effective immediately.
I've also included the business plan that our new CEO,
Malcolm Britton, will implement,
taking Amistad Bank and Trust into the future
and doubling our revenue in the next five years.
- Is this for real?
You're going to give me complete autonomy
of the mortgage acquisitions?
- Yes, son.
You have done a great job so far.
And I only expect that you would
do even better in the future.
And what about you, Leslie?
As a 2% shareholder of Amistad,
how do you feel about taking over the trust?
- Uh, well, Carolyn, there is no denying that you have--
- Great. As you see, my niece, my son, and myself,
we are all ready to move forward.
And we are in step that this is the best plan for the bank.
Don't you agree, Malcolm?
- Yes, Mother, we certainly are.
[soft dramatic music]
¶ ¶
- It's a little past 5:00 already.
I'm sure the meeting's already gotten started.
- Good.
We'll have their undivided attention when we walk in.
- Moses, are you sure you want to do this this way?
There's still time for me to get up there
and get this thing stopped before it even gets started.
¶ ¶
- We've got to do it this way.
It's the only way my wife
is going to learn her damn lesson.
- I understand, but if we ambush Carolyn,
it could set her off like a cornered rat.
¶ ¶
- That sounds fantastic.
Nobody can mind[...] Carolyn like I can.
[chuckles]
¶ ¶
[phone buzzing]
- Would you excuse me, please?
¶ ¶
I told you to only call me if it's an emergency.
I'm about to make your hard work pay off.
- Yeah, well, you better make it quick
because your husband just pulled up with Jeffrey Bowen.
- What did you just say?
- You heard exactly what I said, Carolyn.
Moses and Jeffrey are about to walk into the building.
And from what I estimate,
you got about ten minutes to wrap this shit up.
So let's get it signed. - Shit.
Okay, so if there are no further questions,
I move that we vote.
- [sighs]
[gasps]
What the hell, Inez? You scared the crap out of me.
I thought you were one of those kid protesters.
What is it?
I don't have time for a lot of BS right now,
so let's make it quick, okay?
- Well, it's not a great time for me either, Eli.
I'm losing business because of you.
- Uh... what the hell are you--
are you drinking the same Kool-Aid as Lenny?
What, are you going to call me a neo-Nazi right now?
- I don't know anything about that.
But whatever you're doing,
it's suddenly affecting my business,
and I need it to stop.
Real estate is a service industry, Eli,
and I have a reputation to uphold.
- Okay, relax, Inez.
Don't worry about your precious reputation, okay?
These things happen. We just have to wait them out.
All right? My father went through the same thing
when he was selling brownstones in Harlem.
- I don't have time to wait it out.
I told you this little plan of yours
to take over the Black Hamptons was going to backfire.
And now look at it.
- Yeah, okay, I don't need your cynicism right now, okay?
My plan is solid.
And if need be, I can wait these people out
for ten years if I have to.
- Well, I can't. Consider yourself my ex-client.
- Okay, so you don't want to work with me anymore.
That's fine. That's fine.
Because realtors are like a dime a dozen.
I'll have ten top-notch agents
knocking down my door by end of day.
[soft upbeat music]
Bye, Inez.
Don't let the gate hit you in the ass on the way out, honey.
Bye-bye.
- Thank you for your vote.
Thank you so much.
It's going to be great, I promise you.
Yes.
Now, son...
- Mwah.
[indistinct chatter]
[soft dramatic music]
- Uncle Moses. - Dad.
- Sorry I'm late.
I've been away for so long
that I forgot how bad the traffic was from Manhattan.
[chuckles]
I didn't miss anything important, did I?
- Not at all, Moses.
We're just wrapping up our business for the day.
- And what business would that be, Carolyn?
- Well, the board just approved my permanent appointment
as administrator for the Britton Trust.
So you're too late, Moses.
- Too late for what, Carolyn?
- To stop my appointment, that's what.
- Now, why would I stop the appointment?
You've been amazing in my absence.
You're gonna get everything that you deserve.
Congratulations on your appointment, sweetheart.
- Oh, congratulations?
- Yes.
Congratulations, baby.
[soft suspenseful music]
Now if you don't mind,
I'm gonna take my boys out for a night on the town.
- [clears throat] And your niece.
- Yes, and my niece.
Now, you all are welcome to join us if you like.
We're going to Bowery Steak and Seafood for dinner.
Are you coming, Carolyn?
- Thank you, but no.
I have work to do.
- [chuckles]
Carolyn, Carolyn, Carolyn, the ultimate workaholic.
I'll see you tonight, baby.
¶ ¶
- See you later. - Mm-hmm.
¶ ¶
[birds singing]
- Anthony.
You can't have lamb chops without vegetables.
- [chuckles] Of course not.
Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
- And hey.
Don't forget what I said, all right?
I'm serious now. Take a chance.
- Look, I--I really appreciate your advice,
but I have to be honest.
I've had my eye on someone else since I've been here.
- Really? - Mm.
- Okay, that's great. Who?
- You.
- Oh, listen.
Whoa. [laughs]
Um...
look, I'm flattered, but I'm a married man.
- So?
It sounds like a her problem, not mine.
- Alyssa.
Okay, all right, all right.
- Anthony?
- Oh, shit. Um...
Syd, hey, hey.
Hey, sweetheart, this is not what it looks like.
- Oh, no? Then what the hell is it?
- It looks like there's trouble in paradise.
- You bitch!
[slap impacts] - Hey, hey, hey.
- Don't you ever try to come at my husband again!
- Hey, hey, hey.
- What do you think you're doing?
Let me go!
[tense classical piano music]
- Syd, it wasn't my fault.
Syd, I'm sorry.
¶ ¶
Hey, it wasn't my fault. Come on.
Baby, it wasn't my fault!
¶ ¶
[line trilling]
[indistinct chatter] [phone rings]
- Okay, hold on, hold on, hold on.
Hello?
- Well, sis, our little plan worked.
Anthony has no clue.
And that bitch, Sydney?
She has no idea what's in store for her.
[chuckles] Bye-bye, Sydney.
[laughs]
¶ ¶
- [chuckles]
¶ ¶
- Did you see her dress, though?
- Yeah. - Did you see her dress?
¶ ¶
- You gonna hook us up with men.
[chatter and laughter]
¶ ¶
- I saw Moses and his crew leaving.
I'm gonna assume things didn't go too well.
- Actually, it was fine.
I got control of the trust.
- Really?
But that would be a good thing, right?
- Ordinarily, it would be.
- Okay, then why are you looking so disturbed, Carolyn?
- Because that bastard, Moses...
he was way too calm and way too accommodating.
Oh, he is up to something.
And trust me, whatever it is,
it is not going to be good for yours truly.
Don't be surprised if you hear about me
floating in the ocean.
- [scoffs]
- I'm serious.
[energetic pop music]
- ¶ Hey, hey, give it to me, hey, hey ¶
¶ Give it to me, hey, hey, hey ¶
¶ Give it to me, yeah, yeah ¶
¶ Don't you dare say something ¶
- Just like I said, bro,
it's the last time they gon' mess with us.
[phone buzzing]
¶ ¶
Hey, what's up baby?
What? Wait, slow down, slow down.
All right, hold one second.
- ¶ I got enemies on both sides ¶
¶ So you're gonna need to pick sides ¶
¶ Let us say it won't be tonight, no way ¶
- [shushes] - What are you talking about?
No, that's not even how it went down!
No!
What are you [...] talking about?
All right! Well, then it's over!
All right, then!
- ¶ All that running, all that climbing ¶
¶ It won't be, it won't be, it won't be for nothing ¶
¶ I promise you all that pushing ¶
¶ All that fighting, all that running ¶
- Jesse!
- ¶ It won't be, it won't be, it won't be for nothing ¶
- Jesse!
- I'm going to be right back, y'all.
- ¶ Give it to me, hey, hey ¶
¶ Give it to me, hey, hey ¶
¶ Give it to me, hey, hey, hey ¶
¶ Give it to me, yeah, yeah ¶
What are you doing out here? - I was looking for Jesse.
He seemed upset.
- He's probably fine.
It's probably something dealing with Tania or something.
Just come on back to the party. - No.
We have to go look for him.
He didn't seem like he was in a good space.
- Ugh. Jesus, okay.
Suit yourself. I'm going to go back to this party.
Just make it quick, all right?
Jesus.
¶ ¶
[dramatic music]
- [screams] Oh, my God!
- Wait, wait! Gabby, what's wrong?
What's wrong? What's wrong? - It's a body!
It's a body! - Oh, shit.
- Help! - Help, help!
[Gabrielle screaming]
- Go, go! Gabby, go!
Help!
¶ ¶