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Darling, let me introduce you to two
dear old friends from college.
Titus and Amara Hughes.
Meet my husband, Mayor Evan Lancaster.
-Titus Hughes, as in old college boyfriend?
-It was another lifetime, sweetheart.
-Welcome to my city.
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-FBI is convinced several higher ups
in the mayor’s cabinet are on the take.
-You think Mayor Lancaster is in on it?
-That’s what I need you to find out.
-You really want the dirt on Lancaster?
Talk to his mistress.
-Mr. Evan!
-Hey!
Can’t a father stop by to see his son?
-You’ve been putting in a lot of
late nights lately,
and I’m not the only one noticing.
Don’t disrespect me.
-Titus you and I were a lot of things
to one another, but never quite friends.
-Do you still have feelings for Stephanie?
-Amara,
there’s no need for us to fight over a man.
-Who’s fighting?
-Have you come out to mommy and daddy yet?
-This is our secret.
If it gets out about us,
the press is gonna have a field day.
-What the hell you want, Peters?
I already told you I’m not selling.
-One thing about making threats, Rondell,
you have to be prepared to follow through.
-The banks are not for sale,
-The banks are not for sale!
-She’s trying to block the eminent
domain order and my investors are getting
nervous.
-I have recourses.
-The decision is mine and mine alone,
Thelma’s place belongs to me, not you.
-I take it this means you’ll be staying on?
-As long as I work directly with you.
-Peters is on our radar.
-Our Miss Amara is a naughty, naughty girl.
Hooked up with a coworker,
another fed by the name Damien Collins.
-She cheated on Titus?
-I need you back in Amara’s world.
-What if I’m not interested?
I will blow up your world,
and you’ll never be able to piece it
back together again.
-Meet our newest Assistant US Attorney.
-You can’t be here, I am finally getting
my life back on track.
-You have to quit.
-I’m not quitting my job!
-So that’s your choice?
To stay there with him?
-We have to cool it off for a bit.
-Are you dumping me?
-Forget the mayor,
he’s never going to leave his wife.
[Laughter]
-Mom…
-I need some stress release.
-Now, assume the position.
[whip crack]
-I’m getting pressure from upstairs,
I need the kind of heat you and Damien
generated in Birmingham.
-Your office takes on average 4 weeks
to approve of a single commercial
property, so how does English Rose
get its permit in under two weeks?
Peters payed you off, admit it.
-I’ve said all I’m gonna say.
[Gunshot]
-The old man’s not happy.
[Punch slam]
-You have one week to deliver
on English Rose, you smug little prick.
-Then what?
Are you gonna kill his own son?
-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.
-The candy store is closed.
-Bella True is quite intriguing.
-The apparel or the woman?
-Both.
-One of my interns forwarded
me this trash!
You let this kind of ungodly
mess happen under my—
-That is enough!
You don’t get to come into my house
and talk to my daughter and my wife this way!
-I got a lawyer to fight you and Peters,
so I’m good.
-She called me.
-Check your Purifoy email account.
I sent you a little present.
-All I can think about is being with you, Damien.
-You said it was one time.
-Titus! Come on. Don’t walk out on me!
-Your secrets are safe with me,
haven’t they always been?
Peters!
Unless you want to leave in a body bag
I suggest you get out of here.
-This is gonna be easier than I thought.
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-What the hell are you doing here?
-Merely paying a debt that’s long past due.
-Hey, Senior!
[Gunshots]
-Daddy!
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