Empire/The L.A. Complex (Cookie, Kaldrick, Jamal)
Cookie’s got it all worked out, of course. She wants a single. She’s going on about kings and lions, PR, and “working that gay card,” whatever the fuck that means. She’s practically brainstorming with herself.
Kal furtively watches Jamal, whom he barely remembers from when he was, like, five. He’s saying little, just observes. He only objects when Cookie actually starts talking songs. “It won’t work. Our styles don’t mesh.”
Cookie waves that away. “We’ll make them mesh. We need this, baby, and Kal needs it too!”
Jamal eyes Kal, coolly. “No. I don’t think I need that at all.”