- STEPHANIE: Previously on "Ambitions..."
- I've recorded the whole thing on my smartwatch.
- I'm the mayor of Atlanta.
- This is all of them? - Yeah.
Show me the money!
- There is no money, you piece of shit.
- My personal life has been all about you since the day we met.
- You have to trust me! - Well, it's him I don't trust.
- Forget you ever knew me. - We're on the same team.
Good guys versus bad guys.
- Just leave Thelma's Place out of it.
- The Banks is not for sale!
- That wasn't part of the deal. - Whatever pact you made?
That was with my wife.
- [moans]
- [panting]
- [energetic, high-tempo music]
- Damn, girl, putting out all that energy
this early in the morning?
- Trying to go for a personal record.
And I'm there.
[pants]
Top of the mountain before work.
- Ooh, impressive.
- [panting]
- [beeping]
- [panting]
- I think I need to help you with that.
- I went downstairs late last night looking for you.
You weren't here.
In fact, you didn't crawl into bed until 4:30AM.
- Oh, yeah, remember that time in Birmingham
when I would literally drive all night
thinking through a case? - I do.
I also remember asking you to wake me up
when you went for your drives so I didn't worry needlessly.
- But you looked so cute snoring away.
I just didn't wanna wake you.
- [sighs] Where did you go?
- I don't remember, Amara. Drove down I-85. Why?
- You don't remember or you drove down I-85?
Which is it?
- Is there a reason why you're treating me like some suspect
in a crime you're investigating for the DOJ?
- Sorry. It's hard to shut off sometimes.
- Damn, I was about to demand my one phone call.
But if the interrogation is over,
Assistant US Attorney Hughes, I'm gonna take a shower.
- [birds chirping]
- ♪
- Titus.
Why are you lying to me?
- STEPHANIE: [laughs]
- Admit it.
That was the best you ever had.
- You are so full of yourself. [laughs]
- I wish you were full of me.
- No, no, Greg, I can't. I've got appointments.
I have appointments.
Oh, my god.
- ♪
- [moans]
- [door buzzer]
- ♪
- Oh my god. - Huh?
- Go. Up, up! - What?
- Greg! Greg!
Greg, what the hell is going on?
Greg? Greg, stop! - [whispers] Shut up.
Go. Don't make a sound.
Don't even breathe.
Wait.
- [panting]
- ♪
♪
- [sighs]
Natasha, long time no see.
If I'd known you were bringing friends, I'd made kifla.
- Huh.
- ♪
- So, what can I get you?
Tea? Crumpets?
Wanna watch a movie?
- Mm.
Always grinning, this one.
- [grunts]
- We'll see if that stupid smile
is still on your face when we're done.
- Is this any way to treat family?
- NATASHA: [laughs] We're barely even cousins.
The old man's not happy.
- How's his fiber intake?
- Hm.
- [grunts]
[laughs] Enjoying this, aren't you, Nat?
- I don't derive pleasure from correcting willful,
disobedient little boys, Greg.
- The hell you don't.
- You had everything handed to you on a silver platter,
but you pissed it all away.
- Well, I do believe in staying hydrated.
- You have one week to deliver on English Rose,
you smug little prick. - Then what?
He gonna kill his own son?
- I'm hoping my uncle will let me do the honors.
One week.
That's it.
- ♪
- [chuckles]
- [door opens]
- I was really hoping for a movie.
- [door shuts]
- [sighs]
- What...
the hell...
...was that?
- Family.
- ♪
- [theme music]
♪
- [police siren]
- [knocking on door]
- Am I entering hostile territory?
- Come in. Have a seat. Uh, leave it open.
- [phone rings]
- Guess this is, uh, progress.
- I told Titus we're working together.
- How did he take it?
- All you need to know is I am done resisting your help
with this case for now.
- Guess he took it well.
[chuckles] I'm just here to help, Amara.
- Good.
I'll let you know if and when I need it.
That's all.
- [phone rings]
- Can I make a small adjustment?
- You think?
- I don't know much about Stephanie Lancaster.
But what from what I've heard, she doesn't strike me
as some long-suffering wife,
clueless about her husband's corruption.
- Ah, well, it's the people around Stephanie
that are long suffering.
- Sounds personal.
- Nothing relevant to you.
- That's cool.
But we should definitely keep an eye on her.
Sometimes the, uh, real power
lies with the woman behind the throne.
- ♪
- STEPHANIE: I knew you had another life.
But I never imagined anything,
anything like what I witnessed here today.
You exposed me to danger, and that's unacceptable.
- Sorry. My Magic Eight Ball didn't warn me
my cousins were planning a family reunion.
- Everything is a joke with you, isn't it, Greg?
Your cousin's right about that, at the very least.
- Forget everything you heard and saw,
unless you want them knocking on your door next time.
- Let go of me.
And don't you dare threaten me.
- Oh, I'm not the one making the threats this time, Stephanie.
If you're smart, and I know you are,
you'll listen to what I'm saying to you.
Come here.
[chuckles] Oh, it's like that, huh?
One little impromptu trip upstairs
and you're denying me my chocolate fix?
- As far as you're concerned, the candy store's closed.
- [heels clicking]
- STEPHANIE: Oh, and Greg?
Never presume you can tell me what to do.
Natasha's not the only dangerous woman in your life.
- [heels click]
- Mm!
- ♪ Some special, some special ♪
- Stop it. - What you mean, stop?
- Quit eating my food. - [laughs] It's our food.
- Where's yours? - It's ours.
- Oh, yeah, okay. That doesn't mean anything.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Ooh, I hope y'all saved some room for some dessert.
- BOTH: Mm-mm!
- I'm stuffed.
- My bourbon pecan pie will make you slap your momma.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Better yet, your sister-in-law.
- [laughs] Girl! You a mess!
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Oh! You know, I forgot to ask.
How's the petition coming? - Pretty good.
But we're running out of time.
- Well, maybe Titus can help. - What?
- My husband was quite the community organizer
back in Birmingham. - I wouldn't say all that.
But if you do need any legal advice,
I'd be more than happy to volunteer.
- RONDELL: You know, I might take you up on that.
- Okay. Just save me some of that pie.
- You know I got you.
Hey! Hey, baby! - Hey yourself.
- Amara and Titus Hughes, I want y'all to meet--
- Hello, Councilman Hamilton.
- Assistant US Attorney Hughes.
- Well, of course.
Y'all would already know each other,
being all up in the government.
- [doorbell rings]
- Well, hey, man, how are you doing?
- I'm good, brother. And you?
- Yeah? Nice to meet you.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, yeah.
- [doorbell rings]
- Well, baby, I hate to eat and run, but--
- No, no, honey, I know you need to get back to the office.
Thank you for having lunch with me.
- Absolutely. Thank you. It was delicious.
And thank you for having me.
- Well, alright. You come on back.
[laughs] You know, let me get that.
I'll be right back, y'all. - Okay.
- [indistinct chatter]
- So you're dating Mayor Lancaster's sister.
- I'm dating Rondell.
This has nothing to do with Evan.
- You sure about that?
Ah, you know what? I need to get to work too.
I'll see you later, girl. - Alright. Bye, Amara.
- Nice seeing you, Councilman. - Likewise.
- What was that about? - What?
- [doorbell rings] - Boy, I'm a black woman.
Shade detection is all up in my DNA.
Now, why you beefin' with my homegirl?
- Oh, no, it's no beef. Just--just work stuff.
- Mm-hmm.
- Have you, uh, checked the website sign-up page yet?
- Only every five minutes.
I should be out canvassing,
but I can't be in two places at the same time.
- [sighs]
I wish I could deliver the entire neighborhood
to your doorstep.
- Kent Hamilton? - Hm?
- Come here. - What?
- Come here! - What?
- Mwah! Boy, you a lifesaver.
That's a great idea!
Oh, that's good.
- Oh, is it--is it good enough for me
to get a piece of your pecan pie?
- You done bought yourself a piece of pie.
- Mm-hmm!
- [laughs] Yes, that's good!
- ♪
- Mmm, bonita!
Isobel, I was Zillowing
and I found the perfect family home.
Look. Isn't it gorgeous?
- Huh. It is.
Are you finally ready to move out of The Banks?
- No, silly, it's for you and Roderick
for after you get married and he adopts Joaquin.
- Mami...
Roderick and I broke up.
- What did you do now, Isobel?
- Why do you automatically assume it was my fault?
- Because I'm your mother. And I of all people know
how prone you are to self-destruction.
- Well, maybe if I grew up with a dad around,
I wouldn't be such a mess when it comes to men.
- No, you can't do that.
I allowed you to use that excuse during your wild teen years.
You are a woman now with a child of your own.
It's time for you to accept responsibility
for your own life. - And what about you, Mami?
When was the last time you went on a date?
- Joaquin is the only man I have time for.
- You are a good-looking single woman.
Instead of spending so much time focusing on my love life,
you should have one of your own.
- Alright, that's enough. I'm the mami around here.
I have earned the right to dole out unsolicited advice.
So you really think this contract with Corazón Textiles
is a good thing?
- That's why I don't have time for Roderick, or Evan,
or any man, for that matter.
This time, I'm doing what's best for me and my son.
I gotta get back to work. I have so much to do.
- Yeah, me too.
- Will you help me straighten up really quick?
- Sure.
- She is gonna be here any minute.
[sighs] Okay.
- ♪
- You're aren't dressed. - Dressed for what?
- Cassidy Lindstrom's birthday party.
We need to leave now for the Botanical Gardens.
- Is that tonight?
Completely slipped my mind.
Can you make an excuse for me?
- I'll send your best.
- Mother, wait.
How much do you know about Greg Peters Construction?
From the beginning.
- Well, Stephen began representing Novak Petrovich
back when you were still in law school.
- Novak. That's Greg's father.
- Makes the son seem like a teddy bear by comparison.
The company was originally called Novak Petrovich Holdings.
Then, when regulatory issues forced Novak to step down,
the business was rechristened Greg Peters Enterprises.
- Of which Greg Peters Construction is a subsidiary.
- With Greg, of course, taking over.
- I need to know just how dangerous Gerg's family is.
- Dear god, child, what have you gotten yourself into?
- I have Greg right where I want him.
- I'm sure you do.
- His relatives, on the other hand...
I'm worried about what they'll do to Rondell if she doesn't
stop her asinine efforts to block the development.
- I have already tried and failed
to save your sister-in-law from herself.
- The only person Rondell listens to is Evan.
And I have precious little sway with him
where his side of the family is concerned.
- Well, leave it to me.
I'll talk to your husband.
And Stephanie? - Yes, Mother?
- If you're going to play with fire
by sleeping with a man like Greg Peters,
make damn sure you're the one controlling the flames.
It's no fun to get burned.
Believe me.
I know.
- [door opens and shuts]
- [car horn honks]
- [knocking at door]
- She's here.
Okay, Mami, please don't say anything embarrassing.
- Just answer the door.
- Bella? - Yes?
- My name is Ignacio de Santos.
I'm chief operating officer of Corazón Textiles.
May I come in? - Of course. [laughs]
- [clears throat]
- Ignacio, I'd like to introduce you to my mother, Inez Trujillo.
- Mrs. Trujillo, nice to meet you.
- Ms. I'm single. [laughs]
- Ah, okay.
- Oh, it was nice to meet you, Ignacio.
I will be in the other room if you need anything.
Okay. - Please, have a seat.
My meeting was with Valentina de Santos.
- As you can imagine, my mother's schedule is very tight.
I oversee all provisional partnerships.
- Provisional?
- We're offering Bella Tru an exclusive six-week trial deal,
at the end of such time
we'll determine if we want to move forward with a more...
long-term agreement.
- There must be some mistake.
I was told I was getting a real contract.
- Mayor Lancaster's recommendation made us take
a close look at Bella Tru.
And we're impressed with the way you leverage your social media
to drive traffic and sales to your ecommerce store.
However...
we need to make sure that you can go the distance
as a brick-and-mortar brand.
- Let's say I'm interested in this provisional contract.
What--what's the next step?
- Why don't I give you a couple of days?
I'll stop back by and check out some of your designs
using Corazón materials.
- Okay. It's a date.
I mean, it's a business meeting.
[chuckles]
- I'll see you soon, Bella. - Yes.
- ♪
- BELLA: Hasta luego. - IGNACIO: Hasta luego.
- Bye.
- ♪
- Ah! Dios mio!
- Whoa. [chuckles]
- ♪
- Messin' up my wax job, bro.
- And you're messin' with my marriage.
- Oh. If you were doing your job right,
it wouldn't be that easy.
- ♪
- Go ahead.
Do something. Be a man for once.
- I'm more of a man than you'll ever be.
That's why Amara's mine. You had her one time.
But I have her every night for the rest of my life.
By the way, how's Sasha Herndon?
Lester's wife.
- Titus!
- Yeah, you ain't smiling now, huh?
- Hey!
Karen told me she saw my husband in the parking lot
and I said that was impossible.
- Just needed to make a few things clear
to your coworker here, that's all.
- Why don't I give you two lovebirds some privacy?
- Yeah, you do that.
- [car alarm chirps]
- Titus! This is my job.
You can't be going all caveman here.
- I'll see you at home.
- [car starts]
- Ferrell and Ashford owe me. Hamilton is the problem.
- Is he in? - Yes.
- EVAN: We need to get the council to see
how the BetaNu deal benefits everyone.
- CONSTANCE: Mayor Lancaster? - Hold on.
- CONSTANCE: Mrs. Carlisle's here to see you.
- EVAN: Thank you, Constance.
I'll have to call you back.
How many defenseless woodland creatures had to die
for you have that monstrosity?
- Now, Evan, don't be ignorant.
Everyone knows chinchillas hail from the Andes Mountains.
- [sighs] What can I do for you, Irene?
- Until recently, you and I shared a great rapport.
- Until you had my sister terrorized.
- You can't honestly believe I ever meant your family harm.
I think of you as another son.
- I don't know what to believe about you Carlisles.
Now, you're here because...?
- You need to get Rondell to see reason.
- And we're back to this.
What do you think I've been trying to do?
- Try harder. For all our sakes.
- Rondell is empowered.
- [laughs]
- She has the little organization that could
behind her.
She damn near has enough signatures
to block the eminent domain order.
Sorry, Irene.
It looks like my sister just might've won.
- [scoffs]
- ♪
- Don't be too sure about that, Evan.
- ♪
- [sighs]
- [knocking at door]
- Fellas, right on time. Come on in.
- I don't know about this, bruh. What are we doing here?
- Oh, pause.
We ain't into all that.
- [chuckles] It's not what you think.
And I promise you, it'll be worth your while.
- ♪
- [sighs]
Hit me.
Come on, man.
Hit me.
- [punching] - [grunts]
- Mamacita should have named your boy Maria
instead of Mario.
He punches like a puta.
- I got this.
- [punching] - [grunting]
- If that's the best y'all got, The Banks ain't shit.
- [punching] - [grunting]
- [punches] - [grunts]
- [thud]
- [panting]
[grunts]
- ♪
- Whoo!
Again.
[panting]
- ♪
- ♪ You ain't got nothin'
- What you got, what you got, what you got?
Ooh! Okay, honey.
- [indistinct chatter]
- Oh, no, no, no. I'm sorry, ma'am.
That's for after you sign the petition, not before.
- Hm. - Oh, whoa, whoa, hey.
Don't look at Rondell with that evil eye.
If you want some balls, sign the petition.
- Thanks, Daddy. [chuckles]
- Anything for the-- for the cause.
Oh! Party's over.
- Oh, be nice.
- Baby, you gonna play spades or you gonna chit-chat.
- Yeah.
- Looks like the petition party's going well, huh?
- And guess what?
We almost have enough signatures to stop Peters.
- [groans] That's incredible!
- ♪
- Hey, boo! Long time, no see.
- Uh, excuse you?
- Oh. Hey, Rondell.
- How's it going, Desiree?
- Be better if I knew why you stopped returning my texts.
- I've been--been busy, really busy lately.
- You two know each other?
- Sure do. Don't we, Kent?
- Desiree, uh, brings her son Davion to the, uh,
community center sometimes.
Um, and we became friends.
- Yeah. Close friends.
- If you two will excuse me.
- Uh, Rondell?
Rondell? Rondell? - Mm-mm.
- [indistinct chatter]
- Seriously? - How you doing?
- No. Stop.
- [sighs]
- We need to discuss your visitation schedule.
- There's nothing to discuss.
Just tell me when Joaquin will be here and I will drop by.
- Those days are over, Evan.
It's time for me to enforce some boundaries.
- [laughs]
My ex-mistress who conned her way
into spending the night at the home I share with my wife
wants to talk boundaries.
- Maybe I should grant you a provisional schedule
to see Joaquin, like the one you arranged for me
with Corazón Textiles.
And at the end of, oh, I don't know, six weeks,
I'll decide if you've met enough benchmarks
to be able to continue to see my son.
- Nothing is ever good enough for you, is it?
You know, most fledgling designers would kill
for any kind of contract with Corazón.
- I am not most designers.
And there's nothing fledgling about me.
You can attest to that.
- Yeah, me, Roderick,
and probably half his old Atlanta Falcons teammates.
- You son of a bitch.
- You're not gonna keep me away from Joaquin because
you're pissed about the terms of your contract
with Valentina de Santos-- - I haven't even met Valentina.
That was another one of your lies.
She sent her son instead. - What?
- I never should've trusted you.
- Yeah, well, the feeling is mutual.
- You can leave now.
- [swallows]
- ♪
- Know this: I'm going to see my son one way...
or another.
You have a nice day.
- ♪
- [crickets chirping]
- [door shuts]
- TITUS: I already know what you're gonna say.
- That it was stupid macho posturing?
- What, I'm supposed to sit back
and let him disrespect my marriage?
- You're giving him more power than he deserves.
- I don't wanna argue about this.
- Neither do I.
But when you do stuff that puts us at risk--
- [doorbell rings] - Saved by the bell.
- We're not done talking about this.
- Well, I'm done talking about it.
- AMARA: Why do you have to-- [growls]
- What? - Sir, are you Titus Hughes?
- I am. - May we come in?
- Yeah, I guess.
- Is there a problem, officers?
- Titus Hughes, you are under arrest
for the aggravated assault
of Assistant United States Attorney Damian Collins.
- What? - Are you kidding me?
- I was there when my husband interacted with Damian Collins.
There was no assault.
- OFFICER WILEY: This is not about the argument
outside your workplace, ma'am.
Mr. Collins was attacked near his hotel.
- [police dispatch radio]
- That's ridiculous.
- Sir, turn around! - I never touched Damian.
- Hands on your head. Do it!
- AMARA: Titus! - Oh, man, what are you doing?
- Do what they're telling you to do! Comply!
- Anything you say can and will be used against you--
- Man, it's too tight!
- You have the right to an attorney.
- TITUS: I am an attorney!
- AMARA: Officer, is this necessary?
Officer, please! - Get your hands off of me!
- Ma'am, you know the protocol.
1095. We are en route.
- Titus, baby, I'm coming!
- ♪
- [indistinct chatter]
- ♪
- SENIOR: [laughs]
- What is going on?
- You didn't see that hot mess?
Desiree Jackson with her hands all over Kent at the party?
- Desiree puts her hands on any man lookin' in her direction.
Why do you think her momma's
always asking for prayers at church?
- Ladies, it's the 21st century.
Let's not slut shame.
- Ain't nobody slut-shaming.
If that's the kind of woman that Kent Hamilton's into,
she can have him.
'Cause it ain't that type of party goin' on over here.
- Certainly not with my daughter.
- Oh, hush, Senior.
You don't think anyone's good enough for Rondell.
- Because they ain't.
- I know what this is about.
Kent is a nice guy who treats you with respect.
- LUELENE: Mm-hmm.
- He's reliable, decent,
probably has a good credit score.
- Mm!
- So you have to create problems where there are none.
- Y'all hear this? [laughs]
Sounds like somebody got they online psych degree.
- [laughs] - RONDELL: Hm! Hm!
I got too much going on to be distracted
by some grinnin' politician anyway.
- Mm-hmm. - LUELENE: You got that right.
- INEZ: Okay, mamita.
- [sighs]
- You want me to fix you some food?
- I'm not hungry.
- Honey, I know it looks bad, but Damian is lying.
And it won't be long until we can prove it.
- Can we not do this right now?
My neck is killing me from trying to sleep
on that hard-ass mattress in lockup.
- Sorry you had to go through that.
- Do you know how humiliating it was being locked up in a cage
like some animal?
Even for just one night?
Every decision I've made in my life
has been geared toward not going to jail.
But now, thanks to Damian Collins,
I could be disbarred or worse.
- Titus, no one who matters
is gonna believe that you assaulted Damian.
- Hunter might. Lori damn sure will.
Hell, she probably has HR
typing up my termination letter as we speak.
- Okay.
Forget about the Purifoys.
Forget about Damian.
Titus...
you are...
an honorable and decent man, and I know that with all my heart.
- Even good men can be driven to do bad things, Amara.
- Titus, the other night, where did you really go
when you went for your drive?
- Birmingham.
I've been doing some investigating into
Damian's past cases.
Found one public defender who was itching to talk,
day or night. - Titus, if this gets out,
it's just gonna make you look more guilty.
The DA could spin this and say you were stalking Damian!
- You want me to tell you what I find out or not?
- Go on.
- The name Lester Herndon ring a bell?
- [sighs] Damian prosecuted Herndon right before
we got paired up in the meth ring investigation.
The guy's a career criminal.
- All of which no doubt made it easier
for Damian to set Herndon up.
Did you know he was sleeping with Herndon's wife
while working to put her husband in jail?
See, that's his MO.
Hook up with married women, then try to destroy their husbands.
- Well, I just--
I think the best thing to do is not focus on... Damian.
Just don't engage.
And that way, he can't trip us up again.
- We're well past a good defense being a good offense
where this guy's concerned, Amara.
The only way to fight Damian's kind of crazy...
is with crazy.
- ♪
- [knocking at door]
- Come on in.
- Hope I didn't keep you waiting.
- It's nothing wrong with being a little fashionably late,
especially when Corazón has the power to change my life.
- Oh, good answer. - [laughs] Have a seat.
- Oh, what's all this?
- I put together a show using your silk--
- Silk from our Brazilian mills in South America?
- Yes.
- You did all this in less than 48 hours?
- You should see what I could do with 72.
[chuckles] - Oh, well, show me more.
- Model number one?
- ♪
♪
- So... what do you think?
- I think Bella Tru is quite intriguing.
- The apparel or the woman? - Both.
- Salud. - Salud.
- [glasses clink]
- ♪
- [crickets chirping]
- [doorbell rings]
- Thank you, Constance!
Hello, Mother!
- I think I might have ascertained the solution
to our little Rondell problem
during my visit with your husband.
- Go on.
- How much attention have you been paying
to Rondell's organization?
- Gnats, or whatever the hell it's called?
As little as possible.
- Well, Rondell and her Neighbors Against Gentrification
have prove more effective than either of us expected.
They almost have enough signatures for an injunction
against the eminent domain order.
- That girl is going to get herself killed and ruin things
for the rest of us in the process.
- Well, not if you take away the only thing that gives her power.
This is the website for Rondell's little petition.
- ♪
- Mother... you are a genius.
- Well, where do you think you get it from?
Your father?
- BOTH: [laughing]
- [glasses clink]
- [distant siren blaring]
- [doorbell rings]
- [door shuts]
- Thank you for coming.
- You're one frustrating lady, Rondell Lancaster.
- Excuse me? - You run me hot and cold.
One minute, you're acting like you're interested in me.
The next, you got some attitude because another woman shows me
some attention--unwanted attention, I might add.
- No need to front, Kent.
You must've liked it, the way Desiree was talking.
Why don't you go on and call her up, huh?
Go on and call her up.
Since apparently her temperament is more to your liking.
- Okay, you know what? Alright.
Fine.
Desiree and I went on a couple of dates.
- Hm.
- I quickly realized that we have little in common.
And I tried to bow out gracefully, only she kept--
she won't stop blowing up my phone
with text messages. - Oh, so you want me to believe
that it was you who called it quits with Desiree.
- Goddamn it, Rondell! - Really?
- I'm not thinking about Desiree or any other woman,
for that matter!
You're the only one that I want.
- ♪
- [sighs]
- Say it again.
- I said...
you are the only one that I want.
- ♪
♪
- Look, um...
Daddy won't be back for a while.
Uh... you wanna come upstairs?
- ♪
- What did you just say?
- Come on.
[moans]
- ♪ Brown skin
♪ You know I love your brown skin ♪
♪ I can't tell where yours begins ♪
♪ I can't tell where mine ends ♪
- That was even better than I imagined.
- Mm.
Have you been fantasizing about it?
- Maybe. [giggles]
- ♪ I need some every now and then ♪
♪ Every now and then
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yee
♪ Brown skin
♪ You know I love your brown skin ♪
♪ I can't tell where yours begins ♪
♪ I can't tell where my ends
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Ooh!
[moans]
- ♪ Brown skin
- [moans]
- I feel like I've been waiting for you all my life.
- [moans] Shh!
Oh, just let our bodies to the talkin'.
[moans]
- [metal music plays]
♪
- Hmm. - [doorbell rings]
- [metal music continues]
- ♪
- [panting]
- ♪
- [sighs]
- Baby!
You are lookin' good.
- ♪
- Well, hello to you, too.
- You can tell your family to relax.
I've taken care of Rondell.
- Yeah? How did you manage that?
- You needn't concern yourself with the details.
Just know that Rondell's efforts to stop English Rose
will no longer be an issue.
- Ooh-hoo-hoo!
Sounds like cause for celebration.
- [car horn honks]
- What's your problem? - The last time I was here,
you were shoving me up the stairs
to hide me from your murderous kin.
- Oh, that? Just a little foreplay.
- You're dangerous.
- And you get off on danger just like I do.
Admit it.
It turns people like us on. It make us feel alive.
- I'll admit, you were a pleasant distraction.
But I don't make a habit
of going to bed with common miscreants.
- ♪
- Goodbye, Greg.
- ♪
- [door opens]
- You'll be back for more. - [door shuts]
- ♪
- [knocking at door]
- ♪ Had to come up in the street ♪
♪ I cannot do you no favors
♪ I had to get it on my own
♪ I had to go hard for the paper ♪
- Hm.
- ♪ Now they want shit 'cause I'm major ♪
♪ But I cannot do you no favors ♪
- BELLA: [coughs]
- ♪ I cannot do you no favors
♪ My hittas ain't playing no game ♪
♪ --on that Sega
- Roderick.
- ♪ --pearsonal trainer
♪ You better dip low
♪ Or get hit with that major laser ♪
♪ Hey
♪ You looking plain, I need that Balmain ♪
- Not bad.
- ♪ We all for the commas, like I'm on offense ♪
- ♪
- Yes.
Oh my god, yes.
[laughs]
- What's going on?
- [car horn honks]
- We did it, Kent.
All the signatures we need to get that injunction.
- No, you did it. All I did was watch you shine.
Come here. Mm!
- No, we did it together.
You believed in me when I...
couldn't even believe in myself.
Wow.
- Ah!
- RONDELL: [laughs]
- You can't stop lookin' at it, can you?
- Buh-bye Greg Peters! Yes!
[laughs] Oh my goodness.
Mm!
- [phone chimes]
- Oh!
- ♪
- Oh no. - What is it?
- I'm not sure.
- Let me see that.
- Just please tell me I read it wrong and this ain't happenin'.
- "Unfortunately, over 60% of your signatures
"have been invalidated due to them being registered by signees
that don't live in your district."
Man, come on!
- That's wonderful, Chase.
So she's been informed already?
Excellent.
Thank you for taking care of this so quickly.
Bye-bye, now.
- [thud]
- [cries] - Come here.
I know.
- [car passing by]
- ♪
- [sighs]
Sorry, Rondell.
A girl from The Banks is no match for a bitch from Buckhead.
- ♪
- [chuckles]
- EVAN: Next time on "Ambitions..."
- Break up with my daughter immediately
or I will blow up your life.
- We were a couple and you know it.
- We'll go door to door to get signatures we need.
- Poor Rondell.
And after all the hard work that she put in.
- A boy needs his father in his life.
- Everything you touch turns to shit!
- Rondell--
You finally got that slut Amara into bed.
- I don't even recognize you lately.
- The only thing that's changed is Damian showed up.
And it's on me to get rid of him, whatever it takes.
- Go to hell.
- ♪
- [ding]