- TITUS: Previously on "Ambitions."
We came to Atlanta for us.
- I need you back in Amara's world.
- What if I'm not interested?
- I love your hands on me.
- I think Bella Tru is quite intriguing.
- The apparel or the woman?
- Whatever Atlanta needs to do to convince you this is
the dream home for your facilities, we'll do it.
- ALL: The Banks is not for sale!
- If you do need any legal advice,
I'd be more than happy to volunteer.
- My investors are getting nervous.
- Leave Thelma's Place out of it.
- I can secure Thelma's Place for you.
- WOMAN: Excuse me.
- Thank you.
[sighs]
- [phone dings]
- ♪
- [message sent]
- ♪
- [phone ringing]
- Come on.
Pick up the damn phone, Rondell.
- [phone ringing]
- TITUS: So, Rondell... everything cool?
- Mm.
Y'all got any pills that'll make in-laws less annoying?
- [laughing] Let me guess, the in-law in question--
Stephanie?
- Who else?
She keeps pressuring me and Daddy to sign a deal to fold
Thelma's Place into Greg Peters' development.
- But I thought you were opposed to selling.
- I am.
After sleeping on it, now more than ever.
Were you serious when you offered to help?
- I was... at the time.
But I'm sorry, Rondell.
It's just this damn class-action has me tied up.
- Hey, don't explain yourself.
I understand.
I was just up all night thinkin' I've tried everything
to beat those encroachers. - Yeah.
- Then I remembered the only thing I hadn't tried was you.
But I'll just keep lookin'.
- I really wanna help,
I don't know how I'm going to find the time.
- Yeah. - I'm sorry.
- It's all good. Thank you.
- [sighs]
- Hey. - Hey. [laughs]
- You look lovely. - Thank you.
- Hey, man, how are you? - I'm good.
Thanks for coming. - You're welcome.
- [door shuts]
- Stephanie can't stop raving about what a smashing success
this year's women's summit was.
- Really?
We found it a bit gauche and sophomoric myself.
A lot of petty women in this city.
- Oh no, that's unfortunate.
I know Stephanie was upset she didn't get to help more
with the planning this time around.
I imagine once you two are in the same city full-time,
you'll get the summit back on track.
- I'd rather plan a party with Omarosa.
- Mm.
- Is everything alright?
- Uh, Marilyn and I have decided which city will be
the new home for BetaNu Electric.
- ♪
- Charlotte, North Carolina.
- I saw Charlotte's bid.
The incentives package Atlanta offered bested them
in every major category.
- You did offer a very attractive package.
- Well, then why the hell are you going with Charlotte?
- Charlotte has one thing going for it Atlanta doesn't.
- What's that?
- Charlotte doesn't have a blackmailing bitch
for a First Lady.
- ♪
♪
♪♪
- I'm a woman of my word, Brad.
If your client gives up Peters, the DOJ will go easy on him.
- Yeah, I'll be in touch about bringing Herschel in.
Bye, Brad.
Hey.
How was D.C.?
- My trip would have gone a helluva lot better if I hadn't
had to hear about one of my brightest prosecutors
getting the shit kicked out of him...
by your husband.
What's going on, Amara?
- Titus didn't lay a finger on Damian.
- How long have you been sleeping with
Assistant US Attorney Collins?
- The only person I'm sleeping with is my husband.
- Uh, Amara.
- Damian and I were briefly involved,
but that was over long before I moved to Atlanta
and joined this office.
I'm telling you the truth.
Come on, Karen, you know me!
- I honestly don't know what to believe.
Damian is really shaken up by this whole situation.
- Damian created this whole situation.
- He claims that Titus has been threatening him consistently
since he transferred over from Birmingham.
- No!
That--it's actually the other way around.
Damian came to Atlanta for one reason only.
And that is to destroy my marriage.
- You know that I have to take this to HR.
Damian is claiming that you and your husband
are making this a hostile workplace for him.
- This is such complete bullshit.
Can we please bring Damian in here?
Because there's no way he's gonna lie to my face!
- He's off on administrative leave.
He'll be back in a few weeks.
- He told me he was going back to Birmingham for good.
- KAREN: Have you heard any of what I just said?
You know what?
My suggestion to you is that you refocus all of this energy
that you've put on Damian
and put it into the city hall investigation.
- [bell dings]
- You're a bit early for my birthday.
- This gift is for Mami. Is she here?
- You think running out, going to buy some little funky trinket
is gonna make up for sassing yo' mama?
Inez told me y'all was getting into it.
- Is she here, or not, Rondell? - Uh, but hold on.
Now don't you take that tone with me, lil' girl.
- [sighs]
What did Mami say about our fight?
- Now, she didn't go into detail.
But whatever you all fussing about had her
moping around this restaurant.
And I got tired of seeing her bottom lip poked out,
so I sent her home.
It ain't none of my business.
But Inez is my best friend in the world.
We've been riding since JJ Fad
was teaching people how to be "Supersonic." [laughs]
She's like an auntie to me.
So I'ma need you to respect my girl. Okay?
- I do respect her, but she needs to respect me.
Especially when it comes to how I choose to raise my son.
- I know you and Inez have completely different ideas
about how to raise Joaquin.
But see, Inez will die...
for you and Joaquin.
Girl, you only get one mama in this lifetime.
And when she's gone,
all the "I'm sorrys" in the world won't bring her back.
- ♪
- Love you.
- Mm. I love you, too.
Now, get it right.
- [sighs]
- Tight-ass skirt.
- [bell rings]
- ♪
- [indistinct chatter]
- Isn't there any way we can-- - Doesn't work.
The number's not working.
Just did the math, and it's not gonna work.
- So, Carol, is there any possible way--
- Okay, please.
- [indistinct chatter]
- Would everyone, please, just calm down?
- Don't try to pacify us, Stephanie!
Millions of dollars of our money will be lost if English Rose
goes down the tube.
- I can assure that isn't going to happen, Lucinda.
- Forgive us, Stephanie, but you and your client
are in no position to offer such assurances;
not with all the negative publicity your sister-in-law
is generating with her protests and petitions.
- Rondell is no longer a problem.
She has agreed to Greg's generous offer
to fold Thelma's Place into English Rose.
We're just... ironing out a few details.
- Where is Greg, anyway?
- Greg's father requested an audience with him.
He should be back in Atlanta by this weekend.
- Peters shouldn't be in Serbia getting some lecture from Daddy.
He should be here dealing with this shit storm.
- He needs to fix this.
- Lucinda... remind me just how much
ROI Keller Capital amassed
from your sound investment
in the Covington Lakeside development?
- Controversies aside, we did alright on Covington Lakeside.
What's your point?
- I'd call a 45% return on your investment
better than "just alright."
Partnering with Greg Peters Construction has
generated tidy profits for all of your enterprises in the past.
And English Rose will continue that tradition.
- The previous deals we went in on with Peters
were overseen by your father, not you.
Maybe that's the difference.
- Lucinda, if you...
or anyone else in this room
want to back away from English Rose, be my guest.
There'll be no shortage of financiers lining up
to take your cowardly places.
- Now hold on, Stephanie-- - No, you hold on, Kal.
You were smart to bet on Greg Peters.
Well, Stephanie Lancaster is an even smarter bet.
If you walk away from English Rose,
you'll be kicking yourselves when it proves to be
the biggest real estate deal
put together in this city since The Gulch.
It's your decision.
- Alright, Stephanie, we won't pull out just yet.
But one more hiccup, and not only are we done doing business
with Greg Peters Construction, but I will personally see to it
that no one in Atlanta will want your family's law firm
to so much as negotiate a traffic ticket.
- Lucinda, I would be careful making empty threats.
As everyone in this room can attest,
the Carlisles are invaluable to have in one's corner.
But may God have mercy on the poor souls
unfortunate enough to become our enemies.
- [laughs]
- I want everything you can find on Lucinda Kerr.
I will teach that fiber-deprived, battle-axe
to challenge me in my own damn board room.
Thanks, Nick.
- You lining up your next victim?
- Oh, Evan.
I just had to talk down a group of angry real estate investors,
so whatever issues you have with me at the moment
will just have to wait.
- Did you really think you could get away with it?
- Can you be more specific?
- Your little blackmail stunt against Marilyn Barnes.
- Oh, that. - I didn't just find out
you borrowed my car and bent the fender, Stephanie.
You blackmailed insider information
about BetaNu Electric from Marvin Barnes' wife!
- You don't have to thank me, darling.
That's what wives are for.
- Yeah, in your case, for eventually getting us
both sent to Federal prison.
- Did Marilyn come over whimpering for you
to save her from big, bad Stephanie?
- She doesn't need me coming to her rescue when she has
her husband and all of his billions firmly in her corner.
- She told Marvin?
- Everything.
They showed up at my office, united by their sheer,
unadulterated hatred for you,
and told me they're moving BetaNu to Charlotte!
- Charlotte? Oh, please.
Who wants to move to Charlotte when you can come to Atlanta?
- Jesus. - Don't you worry.
I will bring Marilyn to heel.
- You will do no such thing!
Stephanie, stay out of it.
- Okay, fine.
- Follow my lead for a change.
- You know, I can understand why Marilyn would be
a bit peeved at me, but what did I ever do to Marvin?
He should be upset with his wife.
She was the one letting the late, great Colin Atherley
bareback her in the same Olympic-sized pool
where little Khalil learned to doggy-paddle.
Not me.
Evan!
- [indistinct chatter]
- STEPHANIE: Evan!
- [laughs] - Alright, you're welcome.
- Thanks so much. - Evan!
- Sweetheart, does Stephen know you're arranging gown fittings
on company time?
- [laughs] What are you doing here, Bella?
- I need your help.
I was hoping we could talk in private.
- I should stop by Marty's office to pick up a copy
of those trust documents we had drafted for Trey and Carly.
I'll leave you ladies to it.
Nice to see you again, Bella. - Goodbye, Mayor Lancaster.
- I'll see you at home tonight, my love.
So, what is this about, dear?
- I signed this contract to partner on a new fashion line,
but now the company wants me to do all this extra work,
and basically there are no guarantees they will even
keep me on after six weeks.
I just need to make sure I don't get screwed.
- Oh, Bella, you do realize you should have sought legal counsel
before signing a binding contract, not after?
You signed an exclusive deal with Corazon Textiles?
Valentina De Santos is one of the biggest names
in the luxury goods sector.
How on Earth did you pull this off?
- Valentina is very impressed with my designs
and social media prowess.
So is her son, Ignacio.
- Mm. I'm sure he is.
- It isn't like that.
Trust me, I learned my lesson with Roderick.
- I'm glad to hear that.
Well, I can't promise when I'll be able to get to this,
but at the very least
I'll have one of my paralegals take a look.
- Thank you, Stephanie. You're a godsend.
How can I ever repay you?
- Oh, I'm sure I'll be able to think of something.
- [chuckles]
- I'll be in touch.
- ♪
- [chuckles]
- Here you go. - Hey, soror.
- Hey, lady.
[laughs] Hi.
Come on in. Have a seat. - Thanks.
- How are you? - I'm good.
In fact, I am better than I have been in a long, long time.
- Well, that's good, because I've been worried about you
ever since The Woman's Summit.
Couldn't help but notice the tension
between you and Stephanie.
- [laughs] It wasn't tense around her that night.
- Yeah, but I thought you and Steph managed
to remain close over the years.
- Oh come on, Amara, you of all people know Stephanie
is only a friend so long as you play by her rules.
A word of advice:
watch your back around her.
That woman has no compunction
when it comes to getting what she wants.
- What did she do to you?
- Only betray me in the worst imaginable way.
- [elevator dings]
- [sighs]
- Will, meet me on the first floor.
- What do you think you're doing?
- I was about to ask you the same question.
- Not that it's any of your business,
but I had a legal question I needed to run by Stephanie.
- Of the countless attorneys in this city,
you had to go to my wife?
- You didn't have a problem with me and Steph
being friends before.
- Before, you weren't a dick-pic taking, blackmailing,
borderline lunatic who uses access to my son as a weapon.
And another thing, you and Stephanie were never friends,
you are the seamstress, that is all.
- I can't remember what I ever saw in you.
- The feeling is quite mutual.
Now, stay the hell away from my wife.
- And what if I don't?
- I'll make you wish Inez never pushed you out on the table
in some free clinic in The Banks.
- [elevator dings]
- ♪
- So, what happened with Hunter?
Did he blow a fuse over your getting arrested?
- That's what I expected, but nope.
He was actually amused.
- Seriously?
- FaceTimed me from a conference in Zurich
just to give me a hard time.
And after he'd had his fun, he admitted it reflected well
to have a General Counsel with balls.
- [laughs]
- I assured him it was a setup, and I didn't attack Damian.
- Do you think he liked you a little bit more
when he thought you had?
- Mm, I don't doubt it. - [laughs]
- But you never know with the Purifoys.
Oh, yeah, Rondell came by today,
asked for my help with her Save The Banks crusade.
I can't do it.
Purifoy's lawyer doing pro bono work is not something
Hunter would support.
He wants my head in the game, no distractions.
- Mm. That's too bad.
Rondell is fighting the good fight.
- Mm.
- Remember when we used to do that?
- I do.
How was your day? Anything exciting?
- Marilyn Barnes paid me a visit.
- Mm.
- She and Marvin are leaving town,
but she didn't wanna go without warning me
to watch my back when it comes Stephanie.
- Mm, tell us something we don't know.
Stephanie's still Stephanie.
- Yeah, but this sounded different.
Like maybe it was even illegal.
- Why? Why'd she say?
- That's the thing.
She got cold feet before she said anything, and left.
Whatever Stephanie did had her seriously shook.
- Oh. Well, no use in losing sleep over it.
You know what they say about the truth.
- Hmm?
- Eventually, it'll come to the light and set us free.
- BOTH: [laughs]
- Amen to that. - Amen to that.
Mm. - Mm.
- IGNACIO: This garment is amazing.
- Isn't it?
It fits my curves in all the right places.
- I was referring to the craftsmanship.
But what else would I expect from a Bella Tru design?
- Oh, Ignacio. You're so sweet.
- It's true. A few more pieces like this,
and we'll be ready to present your line to my mother again.
- I have those few more pieces.
- You do?
- I finished six of them last night.
- Uh, unfortunately, I didn't schedule enough time
to see them all, I've got another meeting
across town. - Okay.
- Why don't I come back by tomorrow, see the rest?
- That would be fantastic.
- Ciao. - [laughs]
- Bye.
Bella, Corazon Textiles!
This is a big deal.
Like huge.
This is a win-win for us, girl.
Now that Bella Tru is partnered with Corazon Textiles,
I can get a real modeling contract.
Hell, I can be the face of Bella Tru--
- Amiga, tranquila. Slow your roll.
I'm not in with Corazon like that.
I only have a provisional contract.
- Okay, that is only temporary.
I saw how he was looking at you.
- I am keeping this relationship SP--
strictly professional.
- But he comes to your house for showings.
I think he wants more than professional.
Is he, um--is he single?
- I have no idea.
All I know is he loves my designs.
- And you.
- Like I said, Ignacio's social life is not my concern.
He's off limits for me.
- Well, then maybe this may be my shot.
That is, unless Ignacio is off limits to me, too.
I mean, you know how you like to take all of the guys
for yourself and then string them along.
- Whoa. Where'd that come from?
Check yourself, P. - I'm sorry, Bella.
I didn't mean anything by it.
It's sometimes I don't think you realize how lucky you are.
- What do you mean?
- I mean, you're an amazing designer,
you have all of these rich and powerful men trying
to get with you, a supportive mom, a wonderful son.
You are living your best life.
- Shit, if that's what you think,
then you haven't been paying close attention.
I'm a single mom who's had to bust my ass off
to get what I have.
Nothing has been easy for me,
and you know that better than anyone.
- You're right, girl.
I'm sorry. I'm tripping.
I've just been feeling so low lately.
Like nothing in my life is working out.
- Perla, you're my girl, and I get it.
I'm on the come-up, and you feel like you're being left behind.
But I got you.
- I know. And real life, I'm so happy for you.
I just want a chance to shine, too.
- You are about to blow up, I promise.
You're a fierce model.
You just have to be patient.
Soon, the whole world is going to know how special you are.
I promise you that.
- [laughs] I love you.
- I love you, too.
Uh, goodness.
[laughs]
- You have to let me borrow this dress.
- Take it. It looks so good on you.
- I'm obsessed with it, literally.
- [indistinct chatter]
- It was great. - Thank you.
- Excuse me. - Uh, okay, excuse me.
- [bell rings]
- Enough procrastinating, Rondell.
Sign it.
- I ain't doin' that.
- We-- - Hi, ladies.
- --had a deal.
Thelma's Place's is gonna be the cornerstone of English Rose.
You loved the renderings, the plans.
- And I changed my mind.
Y'all doing good?
- It's scrumptious, Rondell. - That looks good, yeah.
Ah-ah-ah, forget tryin' to end run me with Daddy.
He don't want none of Peters' money, neither.
No matter how much of it you wave around, we ain't sellin'.
Hi. - All the petty, selfish--
- Y'all look like you're about done.
Mm. Thank you, girl.
- You are doing what you have done your entire adulthood.
You are using Thelma's Place
as a crutch to give your life meaning.
- You better bring it down.
Better that than makin' my life about chasin' power by lyin',
cheatin' and stealin' like you.
- Think for once.
If you don't take this offer, eminent domain will kick in.
And you and Senior will be out on the street.
- I got a lawyer to fight you and Peters, so I'm good.
- Who'd you call? 1-800-Ghetto-Lawyer?
- TITUS: She called me.
- ♪
- Right on time.
- Purifoy is obviously underpaying its General Counsel
if you have to slum it like this.
- I'm taking Rondell's case pro bono, Stephanie.
I'm making time for something I think is important.
Now, if you'll excuse us, I need to consult with my client.
Oh, I'm filing a motion to extend the injunction
as soon as I leave.
- I know what's really going on.
You hope taking up Rondell's cause will rid you of the guilt
you feel for selling your soul to Hunter Purifoy.
- [laughing]
Well, don't you just put the B in bodacious, huh?
Gettin' all holier than thou when you know
you're just a minion of Lucifer in a suit.
- My clients won't tolerate any more delays.
- Well, looks like they'll have to.
- You're supposed to be her advocate, Titus.
Surely you can see it's Rondell's best option
to take this deal.
- I done told you, the answer is no.
Come on.
- ♪
- No.
- ♪
- It's my greatest hope that you live to regret that.
- ♪
- You know, Bella, I am very impressed
with all of the extra work you've been putting in.
Your new pieces are far superior to the ones
you first presented to me.
- Well, thank you.
My goal is to be on par
with some of the world's most-renowned fashion houses.
[laughs]
- You keep producing fabulous and cutting-edge pieces
like this and you will.
You know, I'm beginning to think our new partnership
can go the distance.
- I am so glad to hear that.
I have to admit, I was so intimidated
by all of the extra steps you put me through at first.
I even asked a lawyer friend to look over the contract
to make sure I have some rights.
- Rights like: are these designs yours
if this deal falls through?
- Exactly.
- Understandable.
Let me be clear about this.
It's your work, your designs.
- Thank you.
- But, the reason I've been so demanding is my mother is
a very hard woman to please, but once you impress her,
Señora Valentina De Santos will take you right to the top.
Esa es la verdad.
- I look forward to it.
So, I know all about Valentina De Santos.
What about her infamous son, Ignacio De Santos?
- [laughs] What do you wanna know?
Ask me anything. I'm an open book.
- Anything, huh? - Yeah.
- All right. Is everything I read about you online true?
- If you're referring to me being a racecar-driving,
hotel-trashing trust fund prince who chases
one supermodel after the next, then no...
at least not anymore. - Oh.
- BOTH: [laughs]
- I'm ready to settle down with a woman of substance.
- Someone conservative like your mother?
- No. [laughs]
Not at all.
I like my women strong, but not afraid to be vulnerable.
Someone like you.
- I'm sorry.
I can't.
I've mixed business with pleasure before,
and it's never good.
I want my work to speak for itself, nothing more.
Let's keep this professional.
- You're right. My apologies.
I just thought we were--
Never mind.
I didn't mean to offend.
Alright, well, and on that note, I will see myself to the door.
I'll check in with you tomorrow.
Have a good night.
- You too, Ignacio.
- TITUS: Baby, you should have seen Rondell's face.
Yeah, she didn't think we'd win.
Hell, to be honest, neither did I. [laughs]
- [knock at door]
- I gotta go. I'm meeting with an irate attorney.
Come in.
[laughs] How'd you guess?
Thelma's Place tonight for dinner?
Thanks, Gale.
Perfect, I'll meet you there.
I love you, too, Amara.
I hope you're not planning on making a scene
like you did the last time you were here.
It was tough getting you cleared to reenter the building.
How are you, Stephanie?
- How'd you get the court to grant this motion?
- It's called skill.
Now, Rondell will have an additional week
to regather enough signatures.
- But it's senseless.
Even if the stars align and Rondell is able to complete
this asinine mission, Greg Peters Construction
will eventually be the owner of Thelma's Place
and everything around it.
- Unless I stop you.
- You won't.
- Get used to me outmaneuvering you, Stephanie.
This is only the beginning.
- [chuckles]
You are so busy grandstanding...
you have no idea what you've set in motion.
You are making a grave mistake by helping Rondell.
- Rondell has a strong case.
And now with me by her side--
- What happens when Hunter finds out you're moonlighting?
The CEO of Purifoy Pharmaceuticals
won't be too happy about his General Counsel
spending his time that way.
- I'm not worried about Hunter.
- Meaning... you haven't told him
that you're helping Rondell out pro bono.
That, on top of engaging in
headline-making fisticuffs.
- Let me worry about my boss, and you can worry about yours.
By the way, how is Daddy?
- I'm my own boss.
You and every other man in this town
would be smart to remember that.
Titus?
Do relish this moment.
You won't win against me again.
[chuckles]
- ♪
- Mr. Creighton, I can't thank you enough
for returning my call.
The pleasure was all mine.
I'll let you know how things progress.
- [knocking at door]
- Thank you. Come in. - Thank you.
- [laughing] Hey! Hey!
How you like me now, huh?
You heard the good news?
- If you're referring to the extra week to gather
petition signatures to make up for the ones you lost,
oh yeah, I heard.
- [laughs] I can't stand you.
- Might need you to replace an eardrum, though.
Almost lost one from Stephanie screaming
across the breakfast table this morning.
- She oughta be hollering for the Holy Spirit
to save her soul.
- Poor Constance.
She was too terrified to come in and serve the eggs benedict.
- What? [laughs] - She was.
- Look, tell the truth.
Are you happy the restaurant is gonna be spared?
- [clears throat]
I want better for you and Daddy...
and for the entire community.
- You really believe Greg Peters is the path to better?
- He's the worst, but if he wasn't trying to develop
the neighborhood, someone else would.
Atlanta is growing at an astronomical rate,
and people need safe, clean, prosperous neighborhoods.
- Then make neighborhoods like The Banks safer, cleaner,
and more prosperous for the people who actually
lived there all their lives.
- Since I was elected,
there's more police patrolling The Banks.
- And you say that like it's a good thing.
- It is, and you know it.
I've prevented tax increases in lower income neighborhoods.
- Brother, that helps them new folks coming in.
Not Marquavious and Nay-Nay
over on the corner from 'round the way.
- [knocking on door]
- Mr. Mayor, your next appointment is here.
- Thank you. - Shoot.
- I'm not just mayor of The Banks.
- Well, we may never see eye to eye
on this gentrification issue.
But one thing's for certain.
You are my brother, and I love you until my last breath.
[laughs] - Love you, too.
- Have a good day. - Bye.
- Councilman Williams, come on in, please.
- WILLIAMS: Mr. Mayor.
- ♪
- "English Rose Decision."
"Although we were fully committed,
we can now say we are no longer interested in English Rose."
"Our company has decided that we can no longer participate."
[sighs]
"Our interest have shifted,
and we must back out of English Rose."
Damn it.
[sighs]
- [phone dings]
- [sighs]
- [phone ringing]
- Nick, I need a bodyguard
on Rondell Lancaster immediately.
She can't know that she's under protection.
Discretion is required.
Most importantly, this person must watch her back
day and night, making sure not one four C coil
on her little head is disturbed.
Yeah.
Okay.
Thanks.
[sighs]
- [indistinct chatter]
- What the hell is this about, Lancaster?
You got a lot of damn nerve summoning us
after what she pulled.
- There's no need to point fingers.
We've all done things we're not proud of.
Isn't that right, Marilyn?
- She feels remorse about what happened.
But you-you don't have an ounce of compassion
in your whole body.
How can you blackmail one of your oldest friends?
- Oh, we were never friends.
Mild acquaintances at best.
- Let's all have a cocktail and hash this out calmly.
- MARVIN: To hell with that.
If you breathe one word about this incident,
I'll make sure you're disbarred and Evan is impeached.
- You wouldn't dare.
- Try him.
- Marvin, you might want to exercise some caution.
- And why is that?
You think I'm scared of you?
- Not me.
But tell us, what would Grant Creighton think
of Marilyn's secret shame?
- Grant Creighton?
- He's a hedge fund manager who has gobbled up
enough BetaNu shares for a seat on the board.
He's been quite critical of Marvin's leadership of late.
There's even talk of a hostile takeover.
A scandal like this could tip things in Creighton's favor.
- MARILYN: You're just as bad as your wife.
- [clears throat]
Terms?
- Announce BetaNu is relocating to Atlanta
and neither Stephanie nor I
will ever mention Marilyn's dead rocker incident ever again.
- And you'd be getting a lot in return.
- As will you.
Atlanta will help make you even richer.
So, why don't we all put our nukes
and mutually assured destruction away?
- Please do not go along with this.
- Shut the hell up.
You've caused enough problems.
I have to look out for my company.
Lancaster, you got a deal.
- I should have killed you when I had the chance.
- What are you squawking about now, Marilyn?
- [laughs] Soror, you seem a bit parched.
Care for a Manhattan?
- ♪
- You spiked my drink at The Summit cocktail party.
- Mm.
- You murderous bitch!
- Hey, whoa, whoa! - Okay, okay.
- Ooh, all this time, I thought it was someone else!
- Marilyn, that was you?
- Tell me you didn't risk everything we own.
- Yeah, it was worth it.
- EVAN: Hey, hey, let's call it a night.
We'll all have time to cool off
before our joint press conference.
- MARVIN: Good idea.
Marilyn? - I'm alright.
- MARVIN: Nice play, Lancaster.
- STEPHANIE: Oooh!
[heavy breathing]
- Uh, I am glad that particularly prickly situation's
been taken care of.
- I'd forgotten how incredibly erotic it is.
- What?
- To watch you completely dismantle an opponent.
[heavy breathing]
- Is that a fact?
- Go lock the door. - Yes, Ma'am.
- ♪ Baby
♪ I got my why you could
♪ Baby, feeling me, that's why they're killing me ♪
♪ Baby
♪ Get your life
♪
♪ Get your life, get your life, get your life ♪
- Well, don't just stand there, Mr. Mayor.
I'm ready to take dictation.
- ♪ Baby
♪ Feeling me, that's why they're killing me ♪
♪ Baby
♪ Get your life
♪
♪ I don't need what you care for ♪
♪ Watching me baby, careful
♪ If you ain't a fan of the cameras, hide in the back ♪♪
- MAN: You're here late, Titus.
- TITUS: Yes, sir, burning the midnight oil.
- MAN: Good night. - TITUS: Good night.
What the hell you want, man?
- Figured it's time you and I settled something
once and for all.
- I don't know what kind of trap you're trying to set,
but I'm not falling in it.
And just so you know, we're on camera.
So another bogus "attack" won't fly.
- Relax, man.
I'm here to do you a solid.
So you're not walking around misinformed like some dumb ass.
You recall mentioning Amara and I were only together once?
Sorry to have to say this,
Amara's been feeding you a load of bullshit.
I had your wife all over Birmingham.
Amara's quite the live wire.
She couldn't get enough.
- And why should I believe an obvious sociopath like you?
- Check your Purifoy email account.
I sent you a little present.
- ♪
- [elevator dings]
- ♪
- [crickets chirping]
- [door opens]
- Hey.
Why are you sitting in the dark?
I tried texting you.
And why didn't you answered your phone?
- I helped Rondell because of you.
- What?
And so what? You're sorry?
Okay, Titus, you're scaring me.
What's going on?
- I'm done.
- What do you mean you're done?
Done with what?
- What it's been about ever since the day you joined
that meth ring investigation.
Damian Collins.
- [scoffs] Oh, my God.
What has he done now?
- I know, Amara.
- Yeah, of course you know, Titus.
You've known about everything for months.
- No, not everything.
You said... it was one time.
- I said I made one mistake.
- Don't you dare play word games
with me right now, Amara!
You knew damn well what was implied.
How many times, Amara?
How many times did you crawl out of his bed and into mine?
- [inhales]
- How many times you compare us--
- AMARA: No!
Titus, it was never like that!
- I read your text messages, by the way.
All the ones I could stomach.
- [shaky breaths]
- TITUS: Months and months of "I love your hands on me."
How about this crowd favorite?
- AMARA'S VOICE: Hey.
I miss you.
I, um, I come so hard when I'm with you,
and I ache when we're apart.
He's never home, and when he is, it's like...
I'm not even there.
All I can think about is being with you, Damian.
I'm thinking about leaving him.
- Titus...
I should have been stronger.
But I wouldn't have turned to Damian if you had been around.
- Stop. - If you'd just paid attention--
- Just stop!
- ♪
- You do not get to turn this around on me, Amara.
I was working!
Trying to build a life for you, me, and Deja
while you were getting it on with your little partner.
Maybe you never stopped.
- No, Titus, you know that's not true!
- I don't know shit.
- Listen, Titus, okay, this is--this is exactly
what Damian wants, right?
So, please--please, baby, don't let him ruin us, okay?
- You did that.
Every time you lay down with that bastard,
you killed us a little more.
- No, come on.
Titus, come on, baby, we--
we're better than this. - I'm out.
- No, we're better than Damian!
We are!
Titus, please, okay, don't go. - Move.
- I can fix this! Titus, I can fix this.
I know that I can, but if you walk out that door,
then I can't do anything about that.
Please, Titus, come on!
Don't walk out on me!
Please!
[crying]
Oh, my God.
[crying]
- TITUS: On the next "Ambitions..."
- One of my interns forwarded me this trash.
- One mistake, and now my life is ruined?
- AMARA: Sometimes good people make bad judgement calls.
- I brought your ass here to Atlanta to stop the Carlisles,
not to be crusading for your boys and girls in the hood.
- [gun cocks]
- Stay away from Rondell Lancaster,
or I'll burn you, Mr. Peters.
- This is gonna be easier than I thought.
Just do what I tell ya.
I'll be in touch.
- ♪