A House Divided

Unh. Unh. Whoo!

Twelve-thirty. You're right on time.

Why wouldn't I be?

For you.

Thank you.

I didn't think you'd come.

Why not?

Lunch is ready in the kitchen.

Shall we?

Good morning, Mr. Sanders.

Trevor, I know this is only your first week,

but I insist that you call me Cameron.

I still think I'm in my 30s.

Okay, Mr. Sanders -- I mean Cameron.

Your coffee is on the table,

and also Mr. Adebayo is here to see you.

He's here from Nigeria. He came straight here, he said.

Five minutes. Send him in.

I asked everyone to leave,

so now it's just us.

Why now?

I thought it would be about time, because at first,

I thought you would come and go gracefully just like the others.

But I can see clearly now -- You're one of the sticky ones.

He loves me.

I looked into you.

You have an MBA from Wharton,

and you're a cunning and ambitious little thing.

You married a man 84 years old,

a rich Louisiana sugarcane farmer,

for three years.

And then two years into the marriage,

the poor old man died.

What a shame.

You then took half and spent it all with your new lover,

an aspiring young rap artist half your age,

six-pack abs but not packing a lot of smarts.

And then he left your pretty little ass broke and alone.

Are you done?

Then you come to Los Angeles,

and you swing your hips all around my husband's bank

until you get in.

Do you think I don't understand?

Do you think you're the first?

And the legacy that this family has built

is far bigger than my feelings.

Do you understand?

So in that case, I look the other way.

But don't you think for one second that I don't see,

because I see very clearly.

Mr. Adebayo.

It's great to see you again.

Please have a seat.

It was a long flight from Lagos.

If you don't mind, I will stand on my feet.

Well, I don't know how many of these you had on your flight,

but...

Just keep them coming, my friend.

Keep them coming.

Yeah.

Um, you've come to America

only a handful of times in the last 15 years.

Always a problem. Pop said.

Your father -- How is he doing?

He's still stubborn.

He's just getting used to the slower life.

Your father was tough as nails. Tough as nails.

For 20 years, we worked together,

and I never won a negotiation over him.

Well, at least you had the privilege.

But you -- You are not your father.

Not by a long shot.

It's time, honey.

It's time.

I know it's good.

I know the money's good.

But now I see you.

So when I turn my head back towards my husband...

...I want you gone.

Well, thank you for the steak and the hospitality,

but I really need to be going.

You have a beautiful home.

Especially the master bedroom.

Next time y'all come,

you need to bring the other girl, the freak.

Shit's getting kind of boring.

The freak?

Hey, matter of fact, just go ahead and get out.

What?

Out.

I want you to get the fuck off the boat.

Yo, why you always got to be such an asshole, Cam?

'Cause I can.

All right. But are you still coming to the party later on?

Bitch.

Glad you asked. Here.

What?

- Out. - Are you serious?

Get out.

Okay. Fine. I'm leaving.

But text me later, okay?

Here's how this is gonna happen.

If I call you, I call you. If I don't, I don't.

And don't FaceTime me unannounced anymore, all right?

I'm sorry, Cammy.

Girl, stop being so thirsty. Let's get the fuck out of here.

I'd rather fuck with a broke motherfucker

who gonna treat me with respect.

Get out.

But somehow, you never do.

I wish we could just hide out here from the world forever.

Issue is, the world will come looking for us.

Well, maybe we can just hide out here from the world

for a little while.

There's only two things I love most in this world,

and that's these horses and Mr. Raymond James.

As long as I work for your father,

I'm not allowed to say, "I love you too."

- That's what I'm talking about. - What?

That's why I get so frustrated with you.

What are you talking about?

Why can't you tell me how you feel?

I'm constantly pouring out my guts to you.

This relationship is really starting to feel

very one-sided, Raymond.

Look, you know my situation.

Plus, if your father finds out about this,

I could lose my job.

I don't have no trust fund like you and your brothers.

I'm a normal person.

Not to mention the other things I could stand to lose.

Hey, we have a deal.

- What is it? - I know.

- What is it? Say it. - Okay.

We wouldn't talk about her when we are together.

- Then why am I hearing it? - I'm not.

Then why aren't you kissing me?

Miss Stephanie!

- Miss Stephanie! - What do you want, missy?

I'm so sorry to interrupt.

You got to get out to the main house right away.

He said right away, Miss Stephanie.

I told your father long ago

you are too soft, too privileged,

too... too spoiled.

You Africans are never ones to be humble.

Perhaps if your ancestors had never been enslaved,

you would not be so humble yourself.

Let me remind you, Mr. Adebayo, you're in my office.

The silver spoon in your mouth is softening your brain.

I-I need to speak to your father.

I'm running the Sanders family business from here on in

with Pop's blessings.

I am responsible for everything that goes on from here on out.

Me -- Mr. Softy.

If you had any other experience other than playing polo

at your father's country club,

you would know that these things will never be okay -- never.

I need to see your father before I leave at noon tomorrow.

Noon or all debts are off.

Is that a threat?

As you say,

you will be responsible for everything that happens.

Sir, your daughter's on the phone.

It's about your wife. You need to take it immediately.

Sanders, you really are gonna practice free throws

for two hours after practice every day?

It can come down to one of these in a championship game, Coach.

You never know.

If I only had more players with that same kind of work ethic.

I come from a long line of hard workers, Coach.

I'm not disputing that.

But the scouts from USC?

Gonna be here at the next game.

- Ooh! Okay. - That's right.

Don't get ahead of ourselves.

- We got a long season ahead. - True.