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I don't know how to trust you.
How about I keep showing you how?
Don't move. Don't fucking move.
Down. On your knees.
I said on your fucking knees!
Watch your goddamn mouth! I ain't some kinda...
The disrespect you have shown our family.
I know about the new drug.
Your lab, it's ours now.
Hey, listen, it don't have to go down this way.
You think we'd just sit by
and watch you make excuse after excuse
and do nothing?
What the fuck is she talking about?
The second you walked into Blackgate
I knew you were a swindler and a cheat.
Oz, what the fuck is she talking about?
Shut your goddamn mouth.
Oh, I thought for a moment you two were...
that perhaps you asked him to...
Asked him to what?
Kill your brother
to take his place.
But I'm wrong, aren't I?
You didn't know.
- You... - Nadia, you gotta listen to me.
I never cheated your family.
Jesus! Come on!
I needed Sofia to get the new drug.
All right? For us.
It's yours. It's fucking yours!
I was gonna bring it to you. I swear to God. You gotta trust me.
I'm on your side...
Let's go!
Get in!
- Sofia? - Julian.
I need... I need help.
Where are you?
It was...
it was... it was Oz.
Sofia?
Sofia?
Sofia!
On behalf of the Lucy House
it is my pleasure to welcome the chairwoman
of the Isabella Falcone Foundation
Sofia Falcone.
I've never been one for speeches, but
my mother, Isabella Falcone
struggled with depression for years.
She never got the help that she needed
and when I was nine
she took her own life.
That's why my father and I started this foundation.
We wanted to support charities like this one
that provide women and girls with life-saving services.
I'm so busy with our gala
- and our golf tournament - Great speech.
- Thank you. - next month.
Sofia, you will be there, won't you?
- It is so fun. - Yes. I'm so sorry, I have to run.
- Thank you, Mrs. Hill. - Thank you.
You need a cigarette, take the edge off?
This is the third luncheon this week.
A lobotomy couldn't take the edge off.
I'm sure your father appreciates it.
But yeah, even when you're helping people
you still gotta eat shit.
It's better than some jobs, though.
Yeah, like what? Driving me around?
Nah, that ain't...
- You know what I mean. - Oz, I'm messing with you.
It's a shitty job, I know.
You deserve better.
I mean, we both do, but you have a dick
so at least you're eligible for a promotion.
I'll get the car.
- You did good. - Thank you.
Ms. Falcone.
I know you're on your way out, but do you have a minute?
Sorry. Of course, yes.
- I'm Summer Gleeson. - Hi.
I've been following your work with the foundation.
- It's impressive. - Thank you.
But if you don't mind me saying, I think you could be doing more.
I don't know if you're aware
but a young woman named Yolanda Jones
committed suicide last week.
There's actually been a number of women like Ms. Jones
over the last decade, and they all died the same way.
By hanging.
Which... it's how your mother died
if I'm not mistaken.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to...
You said there was something I could do to help.
Yolanda Jones worked at the Iceberg Lounge.
In fact, most of these women worked for businesses
owned by your father.
What organization did you say you were with?
I don't talk to press.
- Sofia, please. - I don't talk to press.
Hey! Back off, lady. She don't wanna talk to you.
More women could get hurt.
You could help them.
You okay, Sofia?
Ready or not, here I come!
Alberto, I know you're in here.
Alberto, where are you?
Mom?
Sofia, how was your luncheon?
Good.
Ruth sends her regards.
Which one's Ruth?
The wife of Congressman Hill
who's finally taking my calls, thanks to your sister.
Right... Hill.
I asked you to look into his financial holdings.
I'm working on it.
I've been busy
but tomorrow, I promise.
Why are you such a fool when your sister's so reliable?
I know, Pop.
I get it. I'm sorry.
Shit!
I... I gotta go.
I don't know what to do with him.
The drinking
the partying.
I can't have your brother embarrassing me next weekend
not with the family flying in.
I'm gonna watch him.
I'll make sure that he behaves.
Thank you, beautiful.
You know, he's not like you and me.
He's soft.
I've been thinking recently about the future
about our family's future.
Maybe it's time to break with tradition.
When the time comes
I want you to take my place.
I want you to run this family
if that's something that would interest you.
Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
I would be... honored.
But the rest of the family, they're not...
They know you're mine. They'll do as I say.
What? What is it?
Tell me.
Oh, it's nothing.
I don't know.
Maybe it's because of the foundation
but I've just been... thinking a lot about Mom.
I know I was so young, but I...
It's just...
I don't remember her being sick
or depressed.
She was good at hiding it.
Look, I miss her too, baby, every day.
Did she ever see anyone before
like a therapist or a psychiatrist?
Your mother was a proud woman.
Stubborn.
She refused my help
as much as I tried, and
God knows I tried.
Of course, yeah.
- I just... - Sofia.
Why would you do this now?
Picking away at old wounds.
You know how it upsets me.
I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to.
You still haven't told me what you want for your birthday.
Yeah.
I'm sure I'll love it, whatever you get me.
Don't worry.
- Pop's gonna lose his shit over it. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - How do you know?
'Cause it's old and expensive, like his favorite child.
Shit!
Your Penguin up there is gonna have to clean this up.
Don't call him that.
- You'll take care of the card? - Yeah.
Wait... can I ask you something?
The girls at the 44 Below
has Dad ever had relationships with them?
Those girls aren't exactly the relationship type.
Since when do you care about Pop's love life?
It's been a long time since Mom
and he doesn't really talk to me about it, and...
I don't know, you get to see a whole another side of him.
- What side? He's Pop. - Yeah, I know.
But you know what I mean. It gets very different with me.
I just thought you might have seen something.
What are you asking?
I guess I...
Sometimes, I wonder if I...
really
really know him.
You know, like, with all the lies that we had to tell growing up
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