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- Previously on Empire... - The Trust Tour is over.

Our tour is stalled. We need to make a statement.

What you have there is an injunction ordering you

to allow the Empire Trust Tour to continue.

I now pronounce you husband and husband.

- Cookie, I'm pregnant. - What?

The chemo drugs I took destroyed my heart muscle.

- It's irreversible. - I don't know what you're saying right now.

I'm saying I'm gonna end my life, Pop.

I've been on the phone

with the best cardiologists

- in the world all morning. - Pop.

Look, we are going to get you a new heart, son.

I'd be so far down the donor list because of the chemo, Pop.

- I'd never get one in time. - Okay,

then we're going to get you a-an artificial heart.

I wouldn't survive the surgery.

And even if I did, it...

well, it prolongs the inevitable.

I will buy you a brand-new heart if I have to.

I don't... I'm not letting you do this.

Do you have any idea

what that would do to your mother?

To your brothers?

That's who I'm thinking about, Pop.

You know what happens when your heart stops working?

My kidneys, my liver...

all of my organs will shut down.

I'll suffocate in front of everyone I love.

- What do you think that'll do to them? - A-Andre...

I've done the research, I have looked at every angle.

This is the best way.

Pop...

it's the hardest thing

I have ever had to do in my life.

I'm not sure I can do it alone.

Nobody knows about this but you.

You, Pop.

I need you.

I need you.

Okay, look, I'm-I'm...

I'm just gonna need a little bit of time

Please, Pop. -to try and figure something out with this...

- I'm doing this tonight, Pop. - No, you do not!

You don't do a damn thing

until you talk to me.

You don't do nothing.

I need air.

Cookie, I wasn't expecting this.

Neither was I when I got pregnant.

You're never ready, honey,

but you will have Andre right by your side.

You'll be okay.

Now, why haven't you told him yet?

Look, I...

I'm not sure I can carry this baby to term.

I had some tests,

and I'm meeting with the doctor today

to go over the results.

- A-Andre has been through so much. Just... - I...

I don't want to tell him until I know it's real.

Look, you have given my baby

another reason to fight.

And he loves you. Don't you know nothing will ever change that?

Cookie, can we please just keep this between the two of us,

at least until I-I've heard from the doctor?

Oh, shh, shh. Hey, baby.

- Hey, where's your father? - Hey, Ma. oh...

- he stepped out. - Oh, okay.

- You ready to go? - O-Oh, uh...

My favorite rink in Harlem? Yeah?

Uh, rink. Rink, as in roller skating?

Baby, did you-did you clear that with your doctor?

- You're still healing. - I'll be fine, Ma. I made a list of all the things

- I want to do now that I've beaten cancer, so... - Andre,

I'm so sorry. The hospital called me in

for a shift, there's been an emergency.

But maybe we can go this weekend.

Are you sure you can't just get somebody to cover your shift?

- I-I can go. I can go. - But...

- I can go. - Thanks, Ma, but I was really hoping

- to spend some quality time with Teri. - Yeah, well,

I'm sure spending quality time with your mother

- is on that list, too. - As a matter of fact, it is.

Good. Go get the car ready, I'll be out in a minute.

Ooh!

- Thank you, Cookie. - Yes, ma'am.

Look, just let me know what that doctor say.

- I will. - All right.

- You gonna be all right. - Thank you.

I'm gonna end my life, Pop.

How can you hear anything with little man coughing like that?

Well, I'm sorry that our son is such an inconvenience for you.

You okay?

Are you?

Well, I'm sorry that our son is such an inconvenience for you.

- It's Christmas in July, Pop. Ho, ho, ho. - Yo, Andre...

Get away from the car!

- I love you, son. - I-I love you, too, Pop.

Get away from the car!

Baby?

Cookie?

Andre?

What up, Lu?

Miss me?

Bunkie.

Negro, you can see me.

What the hell are you doing here, Bunk?

Damn, it's like that?

No... "Yo, Bunk, what's good?

How the angels treating you up in the clouds?"

The clouds, brother?

You know you burning in Hell.

Ain't nothing changed.

I might say the same. But...

...we know that ain't true.

How's the leg?

What do you want, Bunk?

I want to know why you acting brand-new.

Andre ain't ever ask for much.

So that's why you brought your lying ass up here?

I can't give him what he wants.

I was with them boys 24/7

while you was on tour,

running through every chickenhead with a hole.

You're dead and you're still envious.

Andre did everything right.

Watched out for his brothers,

went to the right schools,

worked his ass off to build your Empire,

kept your black ass out of prison,

and still...

...he's not enough for you.

Now you trying to be his dad.

Why don't you shut the hell up?

I can't kill my son.

You can't?

Since when you so delicate?

I was like your brother.

And you killed me for less.

And, hell, I love the youngblood,

but Andre has done way worse.

- He's my son, man... - Yeah?

Blood ain't ever stop you from hurting the ones you love.

You's a killer, Lucious.

That's who you are.

- Come on, Ma, put on some skates! - Oh, no, boy,

the way my knee's set up, I'm fine right here.

Uhp! W-What the hell you come here for?

You can't keep up with them.

When I was in college, we used to drive up here.

Oh, man, they had the best DJ, Ma.

They'd play all of Pop's songs, and I'd skate

right here in this rink. It felt like flying.

Yeah, I'm sure, with all them pretty girls following you.

You know...

And after, a group of us would all stay

at this suite at the SoHo James Hotel.

I'd pay, of course, with my little Empire Black Card.

- Look at you. - I felt like a prince,

like I owned the whole damn world.

Nothing to worry about. That was before bipolar hit.

I still go there to feel that freedom.

Heads up! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Oh!

Hey, if my boy breaks something,

I'm-a break my foot off in your little narrow ass.

- I'm sorry. - Sorry!

Oh, what you laughing at?

You ain't too old for me to whup.

Oh, you won't touch me, Ma.

Be careful.

You won't touch me, Ma.

Those love taps are reserved for your favorites.

My favorites?

Boy, I don't have no favorites.

The only reason why I didn't hit your little ass

'cause you was always so responsible.

My little man.

Well, I didn't have a choice. You were in prison, and...

Pop was focused on his career.

- You okay, Dre? - I'm just a little winded, Ma, that's all.

Uh-huh, uh-huh. Boy, come on. Get up out of these skates

before you break something you can't fix.

Here, sit down. I'll get you some water.

Excuse me, can I get some water?

- Sure. - Thank you.

Oh, excuse me.

- Thanks, Ma. - All right, mm-hmm.

You know, Andre, I know, um...

...I know when I went away you had to grow up

- kind of quick. - Oh, Ma, you don't have to...

Oh, no, no. Yes, I do have to.

I robbed you of the best part of your childhood