Queen Sugar

Previously on "Queen Sugar"...

I ain't been telling y'all the truth.

There was more to the will.

The farm, he left it to just me.

- You were using me. - That's not what he's been doing.

You knew about this, too?

Daddy cleaning floors and scrubbing toilets

- to keep your son in clothes. - What?

He was working as a janitor before he died.

You was living large in L.A.

- And, Nova, you hardly ever passed by. - How would you know?!

Most of those years, you weren't here neither!

You're not leaving until we settle this mess!

He wouldn't have done this.

He wouldn't have just given you the farm, not like this!

Yeah, he would. And you know how I know?

- 'Cause he did. - Get off your high horse, Rah!

Y'all act like Daddy wanting to leave something for me and Blue is wrong!

Like him sweeping floors to hold onto the farm is my fault!

Y'all could've did something to help him out.

Both of you!

So you didn't know that Daddy was working as a janitor?

I would've done it for him if I could.

But I didn't know.

You the one he was calling.

Maybe had you done what he asked,

he'd never have to do that.

You ever think about that, Charley?

That's not fair. I was on my way down...

When you was good and ready, right?

And you wasn't no better.

You right on the other side of town.

Nothing. Nothing.

Why'd you wait so long to tell us?

I... I was waiting for the right time.

You knew you wasn't trying to hear me.

I knew it.

I was trying to do this right.

- I told my parole officer and he said... - Wait, what?

He said Daddy's letter is real.

It's a good, enforceable will.

Wow.

- Wow? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, everybody slow down.

No, Aunt Vi.

We're okay.

Oh, yeah.

But I'm tired of talking about it!

I need to see this letter for myself.

Now!

- Put your card... - Kings.

Go fish.

Micah, do you have a 3?

- What happened? Are we leaving? - I'll be right back.

They wanna see it to believe it,

so I'm gonna show 'em and be done.

See you, boy.

It would be nice to see you, too,

but I don't think I can get to Atlanta right now.

I've got a family situation.

Actually, I should go.

I'll give you a call later.

So?

What do you have to say about all this?

What is there to say?

End of the day, the farm was Daddy's

to do with as he pleased.

Yeah?

But the way you're acting can't all be about the farm.

You never even cared about it that much.

So what's really going on here?

It was always the same thing with me and Daddy.

Didn't matter what it was.

We always found ourselves right back in that same place.

You know?

No, baby, I don't know.

You...

are gonna have to let me in.

"When you gonna settle down?

Girl, where my grandbabies at?"

Could never seem to just let me be...

me.

Well, baby...

your daddy was just...

doing what fathers do.

You didn't have to pay that no mind.

That's what I thought.

Then Charley gave him one.

Then Ralph Angel.

After that, he stopped asking.

I thought he was satisfied

with who I am.

But cutting me out of the farm?

Feels like he's judging me.

Pu... punishing me.

Photographer landed in town a couple of hours ago

and should be joining us tomorrow for the rest of the interview.

Sounds great.

So, we were thinking

we should do it at the family farm,

really tap into the legacy angle you're pushing.

- The farm. - Uh-huh.

Actually, let's start at the mill.

The updates I've made alongside the older equipment

will make for a, uh, apt visual metaphor.

Can't argue with that.

See you tomorrow.

"To my dear children...

I, Ernest Bordelon,

in sound mind and body,

am revising my last will and testament.

I hope no one needs this for a long time.

And I hope I can do this in person one day.

But if I can't...

this paper will have to stand in for me.

I've made the decision to pass this land...

land of my mother and her father before her

and his father before him,

to the child of mine who needs it

and loves it most...

Ralph Angel.

You, Ralph Angel,

are more than you know.

You and your sisters are the moon and the sky

and the stars to me.

Each of you.

But this land is yours.

Whatever happened,

whatever you've done in the past,

never forget that you are better than you think,

that you are smarter than you think.

You are stronger than you think.

Take this land.

Build a home here.

Build a family for you and Blue here.

Build our cane here...

stalk by stalk.

Build a good life here, Ralph Angel,

so when you get to the end,

you can look back and be proud

of your days on this earth and on this land.

It's all yours, son.

Do right.

I know you can.

Until we meet again.

Pops."

But he never took it to his lawyer.

Don't matter.

His meaning is clear.

Is it?

Only thing that's clear

is Daddy wrote this right after you got out.

He was in a state then.

Maybe it was some fantasy he was toying with.

I mean, he didn't tell anyone about it,

including you.

Exactly.

Wanting to believe you're capable of doing all this

and actually doing it are two very different things.

Just 'cause you two only see my mistakes...

it don't mean Pops felt the same way.

Huh?

Hi, Remy. What's up?

It's the Jack Duvall situation.

- I don't know what that is. - Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought Joe had spoken to you.

Jack's a local farmer.

He cut his cane and brought it to the mill.

- Without an agreement? - Yeah.

Joe says that he can fit Jack into the schedule tonight

and still handle the rest of the inflow if you're okay with that.

Sure, as soon as we get a signed contract

and a deposit from Mr. Duvall, Joe can handle the rest.

I'm vouching for this man.

I appreciate that, and I hope you can appreciate

that right now I prefer to do business

with all the "I"s dotted and "T"s crossed.

- Mr. Duvall's at the mill now? - Yeah, but listen...

Great, great, I'll handle the paperwork.

Okay, bye.

I need you to go to the office

to prep a contract for a farmer named Jack Duvall.

He's waiting to grind.

You know where the paperwork is?

Yes. I'll get right on it.

No. What are you doing?

I need you here.

She can go.

This is a family matter anyway.

She Blue's mom and my lady.

- She is family. - She's also my employee,

and I need her to handle an emergency.

Ralph Angel...

this is apples and oranges.

I ain't never heard of no paper emergency.

Nah, she mixing stuff up,

trying to send Darla away so y'all could gang up on me.

- That's not what I'm doing. - Yeah, it is!

Go, please, before Mr. Duvall's cane sours.

- Okay. - No, Darla.