Empire

Previously on Empire...

Looks like Bunkie been real tight with Shyne Johnson.

Them four dealers you killed back in the day?

You is a murderer.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

You think that someone pushed you?

I don't know.

Look, I know you a Fed, Tariq, so you better not be planning on

putting the squeeze on my sister

to try to come for me or my family.

- Gun! - No, no, no! Stop, Freda! No!

Jamal!

Mr. and Mrs. Lyon?

Hey!

You look like

you lost some weight, man.

How you doing, man? You good, brother?

Miss you, man.

We're so glad you're back! It's been so long.

You better sing, girl!

Yeah, V. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Something like that.

What do you think? It's hot, right?

Think it'll be great for your brother's wedding.

Yeah, I want you and V to sing it together.

It's dope, right?

It's beautiful, Veronica.

Thanks, Jamal.

Told you.

Y'all got to find somebody else to sing it with you though,

'cause I'm not gonna perform.

No. Yes, you are, Jamal.

You just saying that 'cause you're tired right now.

Look, your father turned his gym into a rehab just for you.

No, what I actually did,

I got the top physical therapist,

the same dude that put Peyton Manning together

after that big old neck injury of his.

He said he's gonna have you

in tip-top shape in a couple weeks, son.

See?

Look, we... we want you to sing at our wedding.

Yes, we would love that.

Look, Dre even got ordained so he can do the ceremony.

He gonna marry us, Mal.

So I want both of my brothers to be there.

Period.

Maybe we should leave him alone, let him get some rest.

Look, we can even postpone it if you're not feeling...

I ain't singing no more, all right?

I'm sorry, man. I'm just... I'm just tired.

Ain't y'all tired?

The same damn cycle all the time.

Just death and incarceration.

We could change that cycle.

I ain't singing again until we do.

Come on, man. What are you talking about?

Don't you realize if it hadn't been for you,

I might not even be here, man.

You ain't got to thank me for that, Dad.

No, no. I mean... I mean, you took a bullet for me, baby.

That's something I will never forget.

How's Freda?

You mean the girl that tried to shoot me?

She's a victim in this. She is. She's a victim, too.

Just like him and me and him.

- Jamal. - Dwight,

you and them kids

is paying for the crimes of your daddy.

Dwight, Dwight, hide over here. Here.

Shh.

- What are you talking about, Grandma? - Okay.

Jamal is grumpy because he's tired.

He ain't never been shot before.

So I'm gonna take him to his room.

You said our grandfather was a cop.

My daddy was a cop.

Okay.

It's time for you to take your nap.

Juanita's gonna bring you up a nice little brandy.

Come on.

Say good-bye to everybody.

Good-bye to everybody.

You're lucky Thirsty caught you

before you blabbed to all those reporters.

You keep squeezing my arm,

and I'm gonna check your damn mouth with my foot.

Look, this is my house.

I'm the only one that talks to my children about my past.

Is that clear?

Tell them the truth.

Juanita!

Empire (2015) - 02x18 - Past Is Prologue

I'm worried about him.

I mean, and it's not because

he doesn't want to do physical therapy.

- He seems off, Lucious. - Yeah.

Doctors said he should be walking, but, um...

he don't want to do music.

Yeah, that's what concerns me.

Come in.

I got Ms. Calhoun for you.

Hey.

How's my grandbaby?

He's a little stressed out right now, to be honest.

Do you have a moment where I can speak with you privately?

Cookie and me ain't got no secrets.

Girl, sit down.

I was picked up by a couple of federal agents

the other day.

Tariq. I told your ass.

After they told me what they might have wanted from me,

I absolutely demanded to be allowed to leave.

Yeah, but now, of course,

they're gonna try to subpoena her. Can't let that happen.

We're gonna get 24-hour security around you.

Okay, what did they say?

What kind of questions did they ask you?

They were asking a lot.

I didn't answer any of them.

Girl, you remember something.

They said something about

a guy named Shyne Johnson, Shyne?

Shyne Johnson?

I knew I heard your voice, you evil bitch!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, my God!

I got her. I got you. I got you.

- Come on, come on. - Get off of me, Dre!

- It's okay, let me see. - Oh, my God.

What in the hell is wrong with you?!

- I know you pushed me, bitch! - What?!

Get off of me! Ow!

- Calm down. - Get off of me!

No, that's a wild accusation to make!

I passed out on the way down,

and then I woke up and I saw your shoes.

The bottom of those

red Louboutins you love so much.

- Oh, my God, she's crazy! - Wait, no, no, no.

Rhonda, a whole lot of women rock them shoes.

I got a pair.

- Rhonda... - You're on her side now?

I'm on nobody's side, but I'm saying

I can't see her doing that.

Okay, wait a minute.

Hold up. So, Rhonda,

you really think pearl-clutching debutante Anika

pushed you down the steps?

I know you did it.

How could I do something like that to you, Rhonda?

Oh, shut up, bitch!

Tell 'em, Dre.

Tell 'em.

Dre?

We're sorry.

Wow.

- We are sorry, Pop. - Sorry?

I don't know what's going on here.

We didn't mean to come into your office...

We're sorry?

...like this, with this type of energy.

We're very sorry.

You are pathetic!

- Sorry about that. - Is she okay?

Yeah, it's okay.

Oh, my God, she is crazy!

I could never do something like that!

Okay, go clean her up. Calm her down.

I got you. I got you.

Before she lose the baby.

Hey, and stay with her till we get her

- some security. - I'm on it.

She won't be subpoenaed.

Now that I'm not carrying his grandchild,

we are nothing to him again.

And he's gonna let her get away with it.

They don't believe it, Rhonda.

What?

They don't believe it.

And neither do I.

What?

What about your visions, huh?

It's part of my illness, baby.

You said so yourself.

Well, if God was telling you

that somebody pushed me down the stairs,

I might have to start actually believing in him.

Well, what do you want us to do?

What I did for you.

With Vernon.

I didn't hesitate.

It was self-defense, Rhonda.

- Oh, God. - It was self-defense.

Come on.

You know, your brothers are both musicians, right?