[no audio]
[deep tense music]
- Guy, listen man, you gotta come through tonight.
- Oh, you got some woman there, brother?
- Witnesses say three men were gunned down in what--
[medical machine beeping]
- I'm Mrs. Simmons, this is his ex-wife.
- First wife.
- But we all make mistakes.
- If Pops dies, I'm the head of this fucking family.
- You know how hard it is for me at night
wondering when you're coming home?
If you're coming home?
- Brah Hardy just got outta prison.
Him and uh, Guy, they used to bump heads all the time.
- Kevin will make it right.
- I think we're way beyond that point.
[gunshots popping]
- You rep this shit, or you die. Period!
[bouncy synth music]
[wind whipping]
- Oh, gang hard at work.
- You know that.
[bag thuds]
- What the hell is that?
- That's the future of the Wolf Pack.
When I was locked up, these OGs showed me
a couple little secrets.
They got a chemical you add to this shit
that make it so potent.
Come back times 10.
- More potent shit means--
- Exactly.
Smaller quantities, higher prices.
Let's get this shit in the street.
- Yeah.
Oh man, it's so good to have you back, Ty.
- Yeah, I know you glad to have me back, motherfucker.
You're gonna get more money. - More money.
Yo, but look, let me holler at you real quick
for one second.
[footsteps shuffling]
Look, man, some real shit.
I know Kev is your brother and all, but--
- I know.
He been buggin' out these past couple days.
- Folks just talking. They say he trying to push you out.
- Never.
Me and Kev have our differences, but he would never do that.
- You know Pappy had a kid?
- Shay was pregnant?
- Yeah.
And your brother took Pappy out anywhere.
- Fuck.
I didn't know.
- Look, whatever y'all got going,
that shit is between y'all.
But I'm gonna let you know,
Kev ain't been a friend to the Wolf Pack.
He never was.
Our loyalty is with you, not Kev.
We just saying, we happy to have you back, bro.
- Yeah, no doubt.
♪ Bitches and hoes
♪ Been out the gang, on my own
- Yo, Kev.
Yo, yo, yo. Come say what's up, man.
Say what's up to the fans, Kev.
This whole, this guy set this whole shit up.
This is my boy right here. This is my boy!
Hey, say what's up. Come on, come on.
♪ He wanna talk but he not on the schedule ♪
♪ I ain't takin' no shit from a hoe ♪
- Yeah. [laughs]
I'll see you later, my boy. I'll see you later.
All right, more drinks, more drinks, let's go.
I need to get more fucked up!
♪ Pick up when I call her, mm
[dramatic bang]
- So needless to say,
our last campaign didn't exactly go over too well.
[man scoffs]
- What do you have that's going to, well, first of all,
counter this attention we're getting that Legacy is for
gentrifiers, hipsters, and whatever else you wanna call 'em?
- I'm glad you asked.
Actually, I have some new ideas.
So the first thing we need to do is revamp our website.
Secondly, we need to pinpoint our target areas,
both internationally and domestically.
And lastly, um, unfortunately,
I think we need to change our labeling on our bottles.
[man sighs]
Trust me. - That's bullshit.
- Did you say something Tyquan?
- Yeah, my father would never do that.
He know that.
- [Man] I agree.
- Me too.
Tyshaun, you're new here,
but I would love to hear some of your ideas.
- My brother did not go to college, unfortunately.
So, he does not have any experience in marketing.
And, may I remind you, he is only here as co-CEO as title.
So, as I was saying,
the new marketing strategy has been proven to work.
- Mrs. Simmons.
- Hey, look at you, cutie. - Hey.
Oh, is this okay?
- Yes, you look adorable.
- You know I get all my fashion tips from you.
- Aw. How are you? I'm glad you came.
- I'm good. So, what's going on?
How's he, how's he doing?
- Um, still in a coma.
- Mm-hmm.
- Uh, vitals are good. Doctor says he's strong, so.
- What about you? How's your spirits?
- Um, I'm prayerful.
You know, talking to him, making sure he knows I'm here.
Um, trust in God.
You know, times like this, aw, just teaches you
who's really in control, you know?
- Mm, I get it. Like, oh my God, huh?
- Amen.
You know, I didn't really get a chance
to know Mr. Simmons that well,
but there's one thing that I do know, he was strong.
- Well, you will get a chance to know him.
And yes, he is strong, underestimatedly strong.
My Guy is a fighter.
Lord knows I know, 'cause we've been fighting
for over 30 years. [laughs]
[Gloria sighs heavily]
- So how did you guys meet?
- Harlem.
Where I'm from.
I remember when I first laid eyes on my Guy,
I called him a cotton-pickin' country hick.
[Corrine laughs]
Girl, shoes run all over on the sides.
Mr. Fly Guy? No.
He threatened to put that shoe dead up in my ass.
And we've been going at it ever since.
- Wow. - But you know, that's,
that's just us, right?
You know, that's just how, how we loved.
And a lotta people didn't get it.
But we do. You know?
- I think that's beautiful.
[medical machine beeping]
That's how I feel about Kevin.
[medical machine beeping]
- Corrine, I, I, I know you love Kevin,
but I don't believe you're in love with him.
- Mrs. Simmons--
- And it's not a judgment, it's not a judgment.
Y'all's relationship is your relationship.
But what I want is for you to respect my son.
Okay?
Be honest.
Make up your mind.
- Why is it every time I come to see my husband, you here?
- Because real women stay, and you're a visitor.
- Mm. [laughs]
You got all that sense, huh?
Well, I need you to use that sense
and stay outta my family affairs.
- Debra, can't you see the bank is closed?
- What we need to know is how you miraculously appeared
seconds after Guy got shot.
Now I, I, I wouldn't put it past you if you were involved,
especially because the way that Guy kicked you to the curb.
- Debra, you know good and well, I divorced Guy.
And I gotta tell you, while I understand your envy,
I honestly find it quite trite and really fucking boring.
- Bitch, anytime you wanna try me, and believe me,
if I find out you got something to do with this,
I will kill you.
[Gloria laughs]
- You're already killing me with your bullshit.
You're focused on the wrong thing.
Remember I told you that.
- Hi, baby.
♪ Baby, baby, baby
♪ Baby, baby
♪ Baby even when I'm sittin' here alone all by myself ♪
♪ It's never when I think you might be with somebody else ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby
- So, who you think it was?
- I don't know, but it was definitely somebody close.
Yeah, I can feel it.
Either way, you just make sure you on point.
- Well, you know I stay on point like a thumb tack.
You don't never gotta question that.
[R&B music in background]
- How did things go when you went to see my father?
- Hm?
- You said you were going to see him.
How'd he look?
I mean, I know his condition hasn't changed or anything,
but, did you at least talk to him?
You know, I read a study that says
that when people are in comas,
they can actually hear you speaking to 'em,
and it does help in their recovery.
- Yeah, uh, I stayed by his bedside for a while.
I would've felt crazy talking to him, so I just,
I just held his hand for a bit.
- Yeah.
I can only imagine how awkward that must have been, so,
I appreciate you.
Thank you.
This liquor business, man, it's [scoffs], it's a lot.
I gotta come up with a damn-near genius marketing strategy
just to get Legacy to the next level,
and find a way to get the board to trust me as a leader.
- Why, why don't you ask Ty if he has any ideas?
- Ty?
- Yeah. You said it yourself, Ty's the co-CEO.
Maybe he has some good ideas.
- [scoffs] Ty? Good ideas?
You gotta be kidding me.
- Kevin, don't be like that.
Kevin.
[Corrine sighs]
- Everything looks good.
Any updates on yesterday's footage?
- Nothing suspicious, but I still deleted it just in case.
- Good.
Less is better.
Mrs. Watkins,
we just finished the final walkthrough for tomorrow.
Everything's 100% ready and uh, fully stocked.
- That's actually why I'm here.
I hope it's not poor timing
considering everything that's going on.
- No, it's fine.
How can I help you?
- I'm not sure if Guy mentioned it but,
he offered me the two for one for tomorrow.
I hope the offer still stands in his absence.
- Unfortunately my hands are tied right now.
- I see. Ain't Ty back?
I'm sure he'd take care of me.
- You know what? Let me see what I can do for you.
- Thank you.
- Of course.
[cellphone buzzes]
[birds chirping]
- Hey.
- What's up, Mom?
- Uh-oh. I know that look.
What's on your mind? And don't think about lying.
I can always tell, just like your father.
Come on.
- I'm gonna just come out and say it, Mom.
- Mm-hmm.
- Who's Brah Hardy?
- Who you been talking to?
- What does that matter? Can you answer the question?
- I don't have to answer shit in my own house.
Just because you grown, don't you forget who the parent is.
- I didn't mean no disrespect, Mom.
I'm just asking 'cause I gotta know.
- What you need to know is Brah Hardy
is someone from my past,
and in the past is where he'll stay.
- I know it's more to it than that.
- Well whatever you think you know, you don't.
- My people saying he got something to do with who shot Pop.
- [scoffs] Brah always hated your father. Jealousy.
The Hardys and the Simmons were at each other's throat
for a long time, even before you were thought of.
- I need to find him.
- No, no, no, no. You listen to me.
I don't need you digging around in old graves. You hear me?
Brah Hardy cannot be trusted.
So I need you to promise me
that you will stay away from him.
- Ma, I need-- - Promise me.
- Yeah.
- Good.
Now I don't want you to bring up that man's name ever again.
Go on.
[deep tense music]
[music swells]
[Kevin sighs]
- Okay, so everyone is confirmed for today.
- Good.
I actually think that's a first.
[woman laughs]
- And Charmaine, did you handle that?
- Charmaine got it this morning.
She's really excited.
- Good. Charmaine excited is a good thing.
- It's my baby's birthday and I just made him
this bomb-ass red velvet cake.
Take a look.
Happy birthday, baby.
Do you like your cake?
- Yeah, it's the bomb.
- Yeah?
- Ooh-uh.
- Oh, I told you I would get you back, I told you.
- Why you always gotta play shit?
- I told you. [yells playfully]
[door slams]
- Baby, what happened?
Listen, whatever it is, I got you.
[Kevin sighs]
- Ty Simmons. What brings you back in town?
- Hey, I'm looking for somebody.
You know a dude named Brah Hardy?
- Brah Hardy? - Yeah.
- How you know Brah?
- Friend of my mom's.
- Right.
I heard he just got out a few days ago.
He's staying in the trailer park down the street.
- You sure?
- That's all I know.
- My dude. Thanks.
[knocking at door]
Hey, Hardy, I know you in there.
[knocking at door]
- [Brah] Well, wait a goddamn minute.
[door clicking]
- How you find me?
- I always find what I'm looking for.
Hey, where do I know you from?
[floor creaks]
- We was wearing state-issue khakis.
- Hm. Inside.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
So you know.
- Yeah, I know.
I never seen a nigger look so much like his mama in my life.
You damn near Debra's mirror.
You gonna be mute, nigger, you can split,
'cause I got shit to do.
- Just came here looking for answers.
- That depends.
What are the questions?
Come on, man. Stop playing with me, nigger.
How you know my mother?
- You want a beer?
- Man, I want answers. The truth.
[Brah chuckles]
- You asked Debra about me.
- Yeah, she didn't say much.
- Oh, me and your mama,
we go way back.
But, the past is the past.
- Everybody keeps saying that shit.
What the fuck does that mean?
- It means if Debra didn't tell you shit about me,
she didn't want you to know.
- Well I'm a grown-ass man, I don't need permission.
It's bigger than my mother. It's about my father.
- You think I had something to do
with your daddy gettin' all shot up, right?
Right?
- I just want answers.
- If I'd of had the chance,
I should've killed your snake-ass daddy.
- Motherfucker, what?
I came here in peace, don't make me leave different.
- Your daddy wasn't shit!
He ain't ever been shit either.
He ain't shit, you ain't shit.
- You're not even worth it.
You just a old, jealous, broke nigger.
See you around, Hardy.
[footsteps thudding]
♪ Baby I'm telling myself that
♪ There ain't nothing that'll change that ♪
- From the boardroom to actually doing the work.
- Oh yeah.
My father didn't send me to Stanford for nothing.
I do it all.
- Not quite the crowd you are expecting?
- Not really, but I'm focused on the bigger picture.
See this club is just a small piece of what I have in store
for Legacy Liquor.
- I love your vision.
I honestly don't think you should be co anything.
- Actually, I don't have a problem
partnering with my brother.
He's just not cut out for this.
- What do you think he's cut out for?
- Well Ty is good at a lotta things, just not this.
All right, well I'm gonna get back to work.
You enjoy your drink.
- Of course.
I'm just gonna go people watch.
- Take that.
- And what's up with this nigger, Ty?
From what you telling me, it's looking like
I might have to cook somethin'.
- You know. - And I get it.
- It's like I'm trying to tell her, you know,
she want me to lay low.
You know, we got the baby on the way,
all that shit-- - It's only right.
- That motherfucker's being too disrespectful, bro.
It's like you raised me, you feel me?
I'm not no motherfuckin' lame, and at this point,
it's either them--
- What you mean? It's always them.
It's never gonna be us.
I need you to remember that.
[cellphone rings]
- Hey.
- I just wanna ask again like, why did you invite him
to the lounge that night?
- He wanted to come by and just hang for a minute.
[Gloria sighs]
- There. There.
[Pop chuckles]
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm. [chuckles]
I, I admit I didn't see that coming.
- Oh.
Why every time I come here, this bitch-ass nigger here too?
- You got somethin' you wanna handle?
- Yeah, I got somethin' I wanna handle. What's up?
- Stop.
Sit the fuck down.
- [scoffs] This nigger, man.
- Y'all with this fussing and fighting.
Didn't I tell you before? The Simmons men, we don't do this.
- According to him, I'm not really a Simmons.
Ain't that right bro?
- You damn sure don't act like one.
- Man, get the--
- Okay, enough.
Enough.
Since you can't stop this little pissing contest,
you can't keep your dicks in your pants
long enough to actually run this organization,
I think I'm gonna have to [taps fingers],
do a little somethin' different.
Ty, you been hard-headed and stubborn
your whole entire life.
- But I get it done.
- But sometimes, sometimes you just got to stop
and use your fuckin' brain.
And don't think I don't know about your trip
to Brah Hardy's.
- You said you was goin' to holler at the Wolf Pack.
- I don't gotta tell you my every move.
- See that's that little sneaky shit I be talking about.
- Pop Pop--
- Uh-uh, now see you, yeah, you see, book smart.
But you don't know a damn thing about being street smart.
What's this I hear about you inviting
a bunch of them white chicks up to the lounge?
- That was suggestion from the investors.
They say that part of our new marketing strategy's
we need to diversify.
- See, see, see, see, yeah, that right there
is your problem, Kevin.
You were always thinking that somebody gotta be
a little more smarter 'cause they got a degree,
or they white.
I thought you was the one that was running this, not them.
- I am running this.
- Clearly, you two can learn a little something
from each other.
[medical machine beeps]
Look at your son.
Your son's gonna need some instructions,
and that's the least that I could do for him.
You know you never did much listening to me,
but I know for a fact that you always heard me.
- [Guy] Well, I'm going to the military.
Either way, I'm gone.
[deep synth music]
- Let's go now. Come on!
Let's go ladies. Yeah, pick up those knees.
Come on. Come on now.
Faster, faster. Go, go, go.
Come on now. One, two, one, two.
Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? Get up. Get up, now.
Now this has gotta be the sorriest bunch of privates
that I've ever seen in my life.
If the Gooks were here,
they'd be jacking their little rice dicks
with gleeful anticipation.
You're gonna die.
You're all gonna die.
Now why should I waste my time making you soldiers?
- Make me a soldier, sir!
- Sir? I ain't no goddamn sir.
I work for a living. You sorry sack of shit.
You wanna be a soldier?
- Yes, drill sergeant!
- What's your name, private?
- Drill sergeant, Private Randall Cooper, drill sergeant.
- No, you're nobody. You hear me? Nobody.
Now what is your name?
- Nobody, drill sergeant.
- You're goddamn right.
You're nobody son, until the US Army makes you someone.
And I've been charged with the impossible task
of doing just that.
Well, goddamn. If it isn't Smokey Robinson himself.
I didn't expect old green eyes to make his presence known.
Come on, give us a song, Smokey.
Do you hear me, boy. What is your name?
- Guy Simmons.
- No, your name is Smokey Robinson.
Now what is your name?
- Guy Simmons, drill sergeant.
- Oh, you a smart nigger, huh?
You're smart and pretty.
I'm gonna enjoy breaking you.
I'm gonna make you my little bitch,
you sweet-mouth mother--
[fist thuds]
[birds chirping]
[paper rustles]
- At ease, soldier.
Do you know how much trouble you're in?
- No, first sergeant, I don't.
- Well, a lot. Enough to send your ass home.
- First sergeant, with all due respect,
I don't wanna go home.
- Well, your actions speak differently.
You assaulted a senior non-commissioned officer.
That is insubordination in a major degree.
And in certain situations, borderline treason.
Treason is punishable by death.
Now, am I getting through to you now?
- I'll respect authority, first sergeant,
but not the abuse of it.
Ain't no one gonna talk to me like he did.
- Oh goddammit, son.
You can't decide how the US Army's gonna talk to you
or anyone else.
- Yes, first sergeant.
- Why did you join the US Army, Simmons?
- I wanted to fight for my country, first sergeant.
- Despite what this country's done to your people?
- We shall overcome.
- So I hear.
I like you, Simmons.
I think you're gonna be a hell of a soldier.
So,
I'm gonna give you a break, under one condition.
You obey Sergeant Kramer's every word. Do you understand?
- Yes, first sergeant.
- You will ask how high before he says jump.
Because there's one thing that I've learned
over the years, son,
is that once you knock a taste out of a man's mouth,
everything else is bland.
- Yes, first sergeant.
- You're dismissed, private.
[footsteps clicking]
- You know, I figured you'd show up eventually.
- Mm.
- I did some uh, remodeling after the shooting.
- Run me the footage.
- [laughs] You know you crazy as hell.
- [laughs] 'Cause your dumb mess didn't give it to the pigs.
- Yeah, well Gloria beat you to it.
- Shit. - Yeah.
- I would've preferred the damn pigs.
- Oh. I gotta get back to work.
- So, let me make sure I understand, uh,
Guy is out for the foreseeable future?
- Um, is that an issue?
I mean, I've always been your point of contact.
- Your father's authenticity is what drew us
to Legacy's brand.
Do, do you still plan to run the business
with your father's vision,
or are you asking us to invest in a whole different company?
- No, Legacy's expansion won't affect our overall purpose.
It's for the people, by the people.
It just gives you an opportunity to join our family.
One of the most successful black-owned liquor companies
in the country, soon to be the entire world.
- Let's give it a probationary period.
If we do end up losing Guy,
unfortunately we're gonna have to revisit.
- I understand. I look forward to partnering with you guys.
[Kevin sighs heavily]
Boss moves, baby.
- So what exactly am I doing here? Let's close in.
- None of your past operations have been as connected
as the Simmons.
No, we gotta infiltrate and destroy them,
from the inside out.
[keys jiggle quietly]
[Kevin scoffs lightly]
[zipper scratches]
- Damn, baby.
What's all this?
- I wanted to show you my appreciation.
Here.
Take a seat.
So, how was your day?
- It was um, it was really good, actually.
You know, these last few days have been hell for me,
so, it was cool to finally have a smooth day, you know?
- You deserve it.
- I do.
- Mm-hmm.
- Ty came through.
He helped me get the club ready for the party.
He actually did a really good job.
You smiling because I had a good day,
or because I mentioned Ty?
- Kevin.
I married you because I love you.
What Ty and I had, it's in the past.
- Yeah, I know you say that, but,
sometimes it's hard to forget that shit.
- Well, try harder.
[lips smacking]
[both breathing heavily]
[Kevin moaning]
[both moaning]
[soft boom]
- Okay. Thank you all for being here.
I called us all back together to inform you
that we are in fact moving forward
with redesigning the labeling for the bottles.
As we aim for a broader market,
it's very important that we're able to compete
with the likes of Bacardi and Malibu.
Therefore, a more universal label will help us do that.
- Absolutely not.
Your father and I always agreed on everything,
and I think I speak for him when I say,
the label stays the same.
- Well, with all do respect, Luella,
that old-school thinking does not open doors,
and y'all know that.
- Well, I don't like it, and I'm voting no.
- I have an idea.
It's a partnership, like Nas has with Hennessy.
A friend of mine's a multi-platinum selling artist
with millions of Instagram followers.
I say we use his national influence
to target markets that buy hard liquor.
We could do an event in my pop's club, invite him in,
guest list only, no influencers.
Um, pay for all his room and board,
get everything processed.
Of course, with your approval.
- Well, unfortunately, I'm pretty sure we don't have dollars
in marketing for that.
- I knew you would say that.
And I already checked with the marketing department,
we have well enough.
- Hell, I like it.
- I love it.
- Well, it seems like lil bro has something.
I just hope he's not jumping in waters
that's too deep for him.
- I swim well.
If y'all please excuse me. I have other engagements.
- [Woman] It was like disaster.
A complete fucking disaster. - Right here,
I wanna see if we can put the VIP right there.
What do you think about that?
- I like it. - Yeah?
Oh, and these barriers right here,
make sure the lights in the middle
are the brightest lights in the house.
You got that?
- You're a natural at this.
- Thank you. Thank you.
I think that's it. Oh, one last thing.
The VIP list.
Make sure nobody who's not on that list gets in.
I don't care who they are. All right?
None of that pay at the door shit either. Okay?
- Gotcha, boss man.
- You got me?
- All right. - All right.
- I'll get started on all of this.
- Thank you.
[upbeat dance music]
I'm seeing you a lot now.
- Just making sure things are running smoothly and legit.
- They are. - Congratulations on the party
- Thank you.
- Not yet.
I was thinking, maybe Kevin is not the right person
to be running your father's Legacy.
- What's that mean?
- Your street sense makes you more able to adapt
to the big change without your father.
Kevin is fumbling at it.
- Well my street sense means I'm not stupid.
I know you're trying to pit me against my brother.
It's not gonna work.
- I-- - Thank you.
Have a good evening.
[upbeat dance music]
[footsteps clicking]
- How's it going with the Simmons case?
The captain expects some progress.
- Phase one is complete.
I was successfully able to infiltrate Legacy.
- Now we just gotta catch the bastards slipping.
- Guy still in a coma?
- Yes, but we're making headway with the oldest son.
- These boys don't know what they're doing
without their daddy guiding them.
They're vulnerable.
We can nail them before Guy even opens his eyes.
- No. It's too soon.
I'm sure we can get Kevin to lead us to what we wanna know.
We don't have enough evidence yet.
- Evidence? The whole damn company is evidence.
- Trust me on this. We need to wait.
He doesn't trust us yet.
- It's fixable, bro.
Me, you, and Kev.
Nigger, that's what pops would want.
You know that shit by now.
We're family.
- It is the Simmons family versus the Wolf Pack.
Pick a side, nigger
- [Man] Nigger, Kai ain't got no business in this area.
[siren chirps]
♪ If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin' nother ♪
- [Man] Goddamn.
♪ We trapped together then it's my motherfuckin' brother ♪
- [Man] That's my dog.
♪ I pay your bills and bag Dasanah but I don't love her ♪
- [Man] Hey, what you need, little mama?
♪ She just play a part when it's time to smuggle ♪
- [Man] Are you ready?
♪ I pull up, pick up that bag and burn rubber ♪
- [Man] Stop!
♪ I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers ♪
- [Man] For real though.
♪ No boo in Malibu was my last supper ♪
- [Man] We eatin' good.
♪ I fucked her and rush out with traffic, Chris Tucker. ♪
[singer laughs]
♪ Yeah
♪ Everybody screaming, gang, gang, gang ♪
- [Man] Gang.
♪ The folks come and get you
♪ You gonna tell on the whole gang ♪
- [Man] Gang.
♪ She said can she fuck me with my diamond shine ♪
♪ If I ain't in the bank, then I'm on the plane ♪
♪ 'Bout to go get some money or go spend some money ♪
♪ They stopped me in the airport ♪
♪ Had too many bitches on me
♪ They don't want you to live