Queen Sugar

Last season on Queen Sugar...

I love this little dream,

and I'm going to make it a reality.

My sister's making history today.

First black woman to own a mill in the state of Louisiana.

This place is part of me. It's home.

- Me and Mama getting married. - So we'll be together forever?

Love always comes first.

You are the first woman that I wanted to know

since my wife, Charley.

I think we can safely diagnose your lupus.

Would you consider marrying me?

I have been telling y'all the truth.

There was more to the will.

The farm, he left it to just me.

I uprooted my life, my son.

Get out of the car, now!

He takes out his gun

and he puts the gun in my mouth.

And he pulled the trigger, Dad.

You don't care about

getting your work to a larger audience.

That's not how I do things.

Maybe it is how you should do things.

Blue... he may not be yours, Ralph Angel.

She said he ain't mine.

That he ain't my son.

Someone's pitching a story about internal issues at Queen Sugar.

But there are no internal issues.

Don't let them white boys get in your head.

We got to take our cane elsewhere.

I want you to mill with Boudreaux.

- They tried to destroy Pop. - Yes, they have tried.

- So we got to change our game. - You on some Godfather shit.

Whatever play you're making, you're playing with the devil.

It'll be a slaughter they never come back from.

- St. Jo Bears! - Whoo!

Hey.

Your guidance counselors said

that the college recruiters are coming next week...

Mom, this is like the fourth time in the past 48 hours

you've talked to me about college recruiters. I know.

Micah, you got to keep these locked.

I thought we moved here because it was safe.

Yes, that.

And I just needed to separate life and work a little more.

Oh, Dad said he's coming home in a few days.

Oh.

Is he finishing out the season?

Didn't sound like it.

Look at you.

My baby boy.

College-bound.

Well, in a year and a half.

Hmm. Yeah.

- I'm going to go. - Okay.

- Love you. - I love you.

I don't say this lightly,

but your article last fall was a stunning feat.

I was... we were blown away.

Which is why we had to get you to New York as fast as possible.

We would love the opportunity to bundle your articles

in a book of essays chronicling your perspectives on Katrina,

the 9th Ward, mass incarceration.

Wow.

We're prepared to offer you a book deal

with a six-figure advance.

Ooh.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

That... that's, um...

okay.

And I'd be your editor and point person.

And I'd just love to know a little more about you.

What were you like growing up?

I wanted to change the world.

I was this rebellious little rug rat

who drove her mom and daddy crazy

with statistics and black political literature.

I lifted my fist for my neighbors,

my classmates one flier,

one petition, one high school rally at a time.

It's where I learned the power of grassroots

and... community.

Hmm.

Well, we would like to give you that.

And you can leave grassroots behind.

This is much bigger.

We see you this time next year

with your New York Times bestseller,

a college tour of speaking engagements,

op-eds in the Post,

articles in Rolling Stone.

We want your voice to go global.

We see you as the next Ta-Nehisi Coates

or Roxane Gay or Elizabeth Alexander.

Please, say yes.

Blue!

Hey, Blue, you ready for school?

Ain't you supposed to be getting ready, Blue?

Come on. Come on.

I told you to get ready

about 20 minutes ago. Come on, Blue.

Really?

That's what we doing?

Come on, Blue, I ain't got time for this.

I don't want to go.

Oh, but guess what? You're going.

Come on, stand up.

Take your shirt off. You know the drill.

Come on.

I got you.

You don't got to look so excited.

I don't want a Lunchable.

Mom always made me sandwiches.

Well, I ain't got nothing to make sandwiches with.

See all this stuff I'm stepping on?

Put your shoes on. Come on.

I better not be hearing from Mrs. Santiago again.

Hearing about you shoving kids.

You keep your hands to yourself, you hear me? Huh?

I told you, these shoes were too small.

I want ones like Micah.

Is he going with us to the game?

Yeah, he going. Everybody going.

- Come on. - What's this?

It's nothing, that's what it is. It's nothing.

Why does it say Mama's name?

Because I got to send her some stuff.

All right, hurry up, nosy.

Come on, come on, come on.

Some pep in your step.

Charley Bordelon.

What a pleasure.

Miss Bordelon.

Jacob.

Boys, are we ready to sign a contract for Queen Sugar?

Jacob, if you'll excuse us.

Give us the room, son.

I thought we had a deal.

We most certainly do.

But about that final stipulation

that your fancy L.A. lawyers managed to wiggle in there.

You mean the 1%?

Well, hell, Sam, I figure it only fair

if I hand over my entire labor of love,

that I get a tiny piece of yours.

Let's be clear.

I want you to consider the 1% an act of goodwill.

Having you as the continuing face of Queen Sugar, well,

it helps us keep up appearances, if you know what I mean.

And you have so kindly agreed

to the locked rates for the black farmers.

The foundation of this community.

Least I could do.

Hmm.

Had you realized the hard work

that it takes to run a successful business,

we could've saved you a lot of heartache.

Such a blow,

to lose the farmers' last harvest.

But now...

now you get them back.

Who would've guessed you and me would end up here?

Partners.

Who would've guessed?

Your daddy'd be so proud.

Let's do this! Go, Bears!

Where are my European vacationers at?

Ooh, I like the new color.

- Hey, hey, hey! - There's my girl.

You bring me gifts, huh?

You bring me gifts?

- Oh, baby. - Where are my gifts?

I missed you.

No, seriously, where are my gifts?

Is this what Italy does to a woman?

Oh, this is what jet lag

and Nova's medicinal herbs does to a woman.

Vi...

how are you feeling?

Good. Good!

Hollywood's out getting sustenance for the pre-game,

and some sort of doohickey

so that he can show our vacation photos.

Wait a minute.

What's this happy face for?

New York?

They offered me a book deal.

Hey!

Hold up now.

I'm thinking about it.

Oh, child, please, what's there to think about?

I just need to make sure it's what I want to do.

But the best news is,

we're about to celebrate a big St. Jo win.

Hey-ho!

Aah! Strut your stuff.

What you got? What you got?

Hey, hey.

Miss Italian Lady!