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How you know that dude you're
looking for is Deonte Brooks?

'Cause I might believe you.

I got you and you got me,
and Jesus.

He's asking
to deny spousal support

on the grounds
that you've already moved on.

- Have you moved on?
- Yes.

But I can't find
the motherfucker.

Bitch is working
with the Greeks.

Yeah, I'ma stay on her.

So you're saying
there's some kind of merit badge

for saying some fucked up shit.

Not just seen it, survived it.

What's your name?

Reggie. Yours?

Whatever you want it to be.

The list.
New Detroit's 35 under 35.

That's Walt Harley.

Now, if he backed me, the rest
of the voters will follow.

I'm opening up
my own spa downtown.

I'd love if you could
come to our opening.

What's the vision?

DIARRA:
I was all in.

Every dollar to my name
was in my hands.

Well, I hope you like sailing.

- That means you lost.
- I need my money back.

Get this bitch out of here.

Hello?
Chris, are you there?

Did he call and hang up?
Was that butt-dial?

I was unsure about everything.

And, for the first time
since this shit started,

I wasn't about
to jump to conclusions.

Look where that had gotten me.

Only thing I knew I could be
sure of, I needed money fast.

d Been climbing
up here for a while d

d Just been trying
to change somehow d

d 'Cause I'm not really
who you need me to be d

d But I learned
sometimes it's got to be me d

d It may be hard to take d

d 'Cause you ain't used
to seeing me this way d

d I'm free
from your perception d

d No longer need acceptance d

d Right now it's gotta
be about me d

d I know I'm not perfect... d

Pawning my ring
should have been simple,

except it reminded me
of a time when I was happy.

And all of a sudden,
I wasn't sure if I wanted

to go forward or back.

So I walk in. There's six dudes
with guns. They're all strapped.

Only time you get a call
at 3:00 in the morning

from someone you only met
at Skybox at a Pistons game,

you know that he's either
in jail

or he didn't followed his dick
somewhere he shouldn't have.

And Skybox
sitting butt-ass naked

with his hands over his junk.

So I say, "Hey, I'm unarmed.

"But what I have
in this briefcase

is just as dangerous."

What'd you have
in the case, babe?

d May not like
what you see now d

d It's the real me d

d It's the real me d

It's tense.

Everybody's just staring at me.
So I write a number down.

d Who I am it's exposed d

d Are you gonna stay
or let it go? d

d Either way
I'm still gonna be me d

We shake hands and I walk
right out with Skybox.

- Oh.
- It must've cost him an arm.

No, it didn't cost him a dime.

A pimp let you walk
without paying?

Hell, yeah. Look,

'cause what I had to offer
was way more valuable.

My phone number.

Let's cheer to that.

d 'Cause you ain't used
to seeing me this way d

d I'm free
from your perception d

d No longer need acceptance d

d Right now it's gotta
be about me d

Come on.
Out with the old.

d Can you tell me now? d

Yeah, okay.

Okay, we need
these hors d'oeuvres smaller.

I want my guests mingling,
not chewing for their lives.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I hope you're not
wearing that tonight.

Ouch. And no.

- Hey.
- Yes.

What'd you think?

I'm a beast on the Canva, right?

Wow. I thought I said
bags in a straight line.

Oh. Sure.
I apologize.

Do you want to go
over your speech, Dee?

Because the acoustics
are tricky.

- Dee, did you forget?
- No. No, of course not.

I had totally forgotten.

Aja was told her splashy
gala promo was coming off...

self-congratulatory.

Somebody else needed to say
all the nice things

she couldn't say about herself.

Look, Dee, if you can't
handle it, it's fine.

Swa said that he could do it,
'cause...

Aja, I got you.

Thank you.
How are you feeling?

I know last night was...

Mm, I feel kind of like...

a groupie who just
got off tour with NWA...

- Oh, damn.
- In 1989.

Okay. Good thing
your best friend owns a spa.

Look out, coming through.

Oh, my God.
This is...

- Wow.
- I know, right?

DIARRA:
She hadn't even hit 35,

and she was opening up
her second business.

How you feel?

Well, you know,
I'm a little bit terrified

that all of the basic bitches is
going to come in and show pity

in the eyes because I don't
have a ring on my finger.

And by basic bitches,
do you mean Mama Sharon?

She keeps calling it
my spa thingy-ma-bop. Right?

But let this be my wedding,
I have to be doing backflips.

Mm. Whatever, Aj.
Rings come and go.

Yeah, but that list is forever.

And ever. You goddamn right.
I am so proud of you.

- Really?
- Yes.

People see this,
they're going to vote for you.

Thank you, best friend.

- What is wrong? You're crying.
- Uh-uh.

What's going on?

I tried to sell my ring today,

but I couldn't do it.

Now I need to borrow a little
money to hold me until Monday.

I got you.

Now, tears off.
Can't be crying. I'll be crying.

So that's when I made a plan.

And the plan was simple.

Forget about Ambien,
forget about my divorce,

rest up for Aja's gala
and give the speech of my life.

Plans are one thing.
Murphy's Law is another.

The fuck is this text,
"I'm out."

Um, "I'm out" is pretty
self-explanatory, Moni.

- But you said he called you.
- Yeah, and then he hung up.

Shit. It could
have been a butt dial.

I'm not driving myself crazy
over this shit anymore.

Look, if Tony ain't send
a Greek mob after Deonte,

somebody did, all right?

It's got to be
in the '90s crime capsule.

Moni.

Maybe it's not.
Hey, stop.

The camera is the...

- Stop it. Stop it.
- What?

Is your nigga that dumb?
He's investigating

his own kidnapping
and he ain't find no suspect.

Moni, I am about
to go sit in meditation.

You can let yourself out.

Look, the Woodward boys
came by my house today

to talk to Ro,
and they was worked up, Dee.

Somebody missing.
Somebody is getting smoked.

I don't want RJ
to see none of that, okay?

I keep thinking
about Vonda and how she lost

her son over some bullshit.

That can't be my life.

I'm sorry about your situation,
Mo. I really am.

But I can't do this anymore.

RJ found something.
Okay? It...

So on the bottom of my shoe,
must have followed me home.

It's from the box.
Just look.

It's a password
or license plate. So what?

RJ looked at it one time
this morning and said,

"Mama, what's today?"
8:00pm on the 17th.

Milk Carton Boy
was meeting somebody.

Tonight.

Come on, Dee.

- Say it.
- Maybe Milk Carton Boy had...

Why do you have me calling him
Milk Carton Boy?

Chris...

had a source, so...
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Maybe the Russian spooks him
so he gets out of town fast.

He lays low until it's time
for him to meet his source.

That could
help him nail the suspect.

And that's why he called you,

to tell you that he was
finna come back.

Or maybe not.
Maybe I was ghosted.

Oh, my God!

Maybe I'm going
fucking crazy, Moni.

We need to figure out where
that is and go to the meeting.

Meetings go on calendars.

This shit scribbled on a Post-It
with a fucking spider.

This shit?
This is a rendezvous.

How long we got?

- Who's that?
- What am I, clairvoyant?

This is Detective
Fredrick Holstein

with the Detroit Police
Department.

Oh, shit. They want us
for stealing that car.

Would you shut the fuck up?

Go out back.

Okay, but what if you
get arrested?

Well, then call
your bail bondsman, then.

Ms. Brickland, open this door.

The plan was fairly simple.

Forget about Ambien
and his rendezvous.

Coming!

Forget about my divorce,
rest up for Aja's gala speech

and keep it cool
in front of the popos.

Not too long ago,
you claimed to have found

a naked Russian tied up inside
of your boyfriend's closet.

My boyfriend?
No, I never said that.

I thought you were
a run of the mill dingbat

till I heard we had
a dead Russian

in the middle of a sex club.

Kinky ropes in his bag
and a bullet in his bag.

That sounds highly coincidental,
and completely unrelated.

Turns out this guy
was a contract killer.

He liked to work in the buff.

You're sinking into some shit,
Miss Brickland.

I'm offering you a lifeboat,
but you gotta come clean.

Currently,
I got no good suspects,

but there is
a person of interest.

- Really? Who?
- You.

If I start digging
and I place you at that club,

it's gonna be
a real problem for you.

So the plan was
complicated but doable.

Forget about Ambien
and his rendezvous,

forget about my divorce, speech,

and try not to get arrested
for murder.

Fuck.

"I just lost my band.
Pray for me.

"They were doing
trap Smokey Robinson.

"Old school, but new again.
Please, come by early.

Need moral support."

Old school, but new again.

- Are you talking to yourself?
- Oh, my God!

What part of go out the back
do you not understand?

Girl, it didn't feel right.

They could've had
the place surrounded,

so I was just hiding
out in the basement for a while.

Okay, whatever.
The disposable camera

from the '90s crime capsule
might not be from the '90s.

Check the expiration.

He was taking pictures.

- There's a camera missing.
- Okay. Okay.

All right, if we could find
this missing roll,

then that means
we could get inside his head,

and then maybe, maybe...

you can, you know, narrow down
the rendezvous point.

Oh, hell, yeah.

Let's go run down
some photo shops.

I have to take care
of something first.

Girl.

Hey, what up, doe?

Damn, Danger.

Can you announce yourself before
you just run up on somebody?

My bad.

Sorry. I'm just...
I'm ripping and running today.

I need to make this quick.
What's up?

Is this you?

- Yeah. I found my safe space.
- Yeah, this is nice.

Yeah.

I got you something.

Hood patch.

Thank you.

I'm making
my famous chili tonight.

Hey, you're tight
with the Woodward Boys, right?

I'm an independent nation.
I'm tight with my damn self.

Okay, but you used to be, right?

Look, I think
they're pressing Roman,

and I was wondering if you could
just talk to somebody.

Like who? Customer service?

Okay. Thank you.

Hey. It's me.

Now, did you say Sister Ruth
was deceased or diseased?

Because disease I can work with.

This gotta be it.
It's the last shop

near his dusty ass apartment.

I'll call you back.

But does the leg look real?

Uh...

Picking up pictures for Chris S.

Let me call you back.

- Chris Smith?
- Uh-huh.

Are you a friend of his?

Okay, we ain't got nothing here

but a bunch of trash ass
tourist pics, Sampson.

And I already told you,
if you give me something

that I could use,
I'll let you touch my booty.

Well, let me think now.

He said he was
in town on business,

but he bought the cameras
to do some sightseeing.

- Okay, what else?
- Um...

He had a big meeting coming up.

That should be worth
a squeeze, huh?

Okay. There's a lot of photos
with this place in it.

PKR Automotive.
It's an old plant.

A lot of urban explorers
like to go in

and take pictures for the 'Gram.
See? I'm hip.

Uh...

If you want to know more,

maybe... you should ask
his girlfriend.

You know, he was lonely.

I told him to use his Johnson
while he still could.

Next time I saw him,
the boy had been laid.

Looked a hundred pounds lighter.
He wanted this frame.

Well, I'll be damned.

Moni.
He loves me.

It's weird for a first date,

but Milk Carton Boy
was in his feelings, too.

He said he liked escape rooms
because he liked

having control
over organized chaos.

He said it helped
with his anxiety.

Also, he was a sensitive nigger.

Yes.
And smart.

Okay, so we solved this thing
in, like, 15 minutes, right?

But then we spent half
that time making out and just

watching him, like, put together
all these pieces of a puzzle.

And then us doing it together,
it was like this foreplay.

That nigga is fine,
but weird as fuck.

- But you in, though, right?
- Yeah, I'm fucking in.

- Boom.
- Okay, so the PKR plant

is the best bet for a rendezvous

but we should have sat
on this shit, like, yesterday.

Like the way
you sat on that date.

Yeah, okay, but listen, here's
what I don't understand. Okay?

He cases every tourist spot
in Detroit, right?

And then he picks
this random factory

and takes, like,
a million pictures.

Why? Why? Why?

Because it's "incognegro,"
it's creepy, it's destitute.

Oh, shit.

Okay, I gotta go.

I have to stop by Aja's first.
I'll meet you there, okay?

Look, don't play me
on this, Dee.

Moni. I have to show up
for my friend, okay?

And then I will be there.

Don't let me catch you
forgetting to bring me back

- my Tupperware.
- I got you. I got you.

Tank missing.

Tank got nothing to do with me.

I gave you your first car,
your first gun.

Shit, I paid for your first
taste of pussy.

Miss Tanya charge you for that?

You cute,
but you ain't that cute.

You laying it on
thick tonight, V.

'Cause we protect each other.

- That's how that go.
- You protect me, huh?

You damn right.

Even when you act
like a fucking dummy.

Like when you marry Rita.

You ain't had no business ma...
That heffa was as old as me.

Your independence ain't
by the grace of God, Kelvin.

Our fates is a package deal.

- I'll ask around about Tank.
- Thank you, baby.

'Cause if this shit get ugly,

you and your whole independent
nation getting drafted.

Believe that.

I've been meaning to ask.

You know the auto shop
off the boulevard?

Roman's place?

Yeah. Maybe you should
ease up on that.

I'm just saying, if it's debt,
let dude pay it off regular.

- What is this shit?
- It' be a favor, Velvet.

Like the one I just did you.

We gonna have
to disagree on that

being a favor
and not you covering your ass.

The plan was fucking elaborate.

Forget about trying
to forget about Ambien,

but still forget
about my divorce,

even in a sea
of all of our old friends.

Give the speech of my life
for Aja,

and get her on that list.

Try not to kill my ex
for canceling that check

that left me penniless.
Oh.

Get to the rendezvous,
meet Chris and his source,

solve the case
that's baffled police

since the '90s and, you know,
live happily ever after.

Hi. We met at the GM dinner.

You're Swa's wife, right?

Excuse me.

I wasn't sure I wanted
my green card

to this world back.

My heart was at a rendezvous...

And I couldn't wait to see him.

Oh, my God, baby, look at you!

- So stunning.
- Ooh. Ooh.

That's how you clear a bitch.

You know what?
This speech is really...

It's just kind
of bubbling up inside of me.

- Let's do it.
- Wait, uh...

This is KeyShawn.

- Hey.
- Oh, what's good?

Nice to meet you.
Speech, I think.

Yeah. I'm actually
looking forward to your words.

Aj told me
that you had everybody

in tears at her bro's wedding.

I always vetted
my friends' new dudes.

Even on a day like today,
I had time.

Okay. Let's make this quick.
Come on.

So I think you're an interesting
choice for Aja. I do.

But did you know that Black
women were prone to fibroids?

Yeah, actually,
my sister suffers...

So you know that fibroids
are brought on

by stress and heartbreak,

so when I look at you,
I'm wondering if you're not

just a big fat fibroid
waiting to happen.

Why are you talking so fast?

Because you kind
of look like fibroids.

- Can I get you a drink?
- Yes.

Ah. What you think?
What you think?

- I like him.
- I knew it.

- Okay. Speech, speech, speech.
- Speech, speech, speech.

Um, Harley's not here yet,
so we're going to do

your speech at the end.
Cool?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Of course.
- Speech, speech, speech.

Hey, friend.

Oh, my God. Hi.

Listen, I've been
looking for you everywhere.

I remembered some shit.

Back in middle school,
sitting in the food court

in Northview Mall,
making out with Alesha Hart.

I, of course, have my eyes open.
What am I looking at?

I don't know.
Other niggas?

Mr. Greek's... Express.

The last place
anyone saw Deonte.

If it's anything
like the original

- Mr. Greek's downtown...
- It's a mob spot.

Right. So we've been
thinking that the Greek mob

is doing somebody else's
dirty work,

but maybe they just
cleaned up their own mess.

Wait a minute. So Chris's source
is going to narc on a Greek mob?

That shit sounds like a setup.

Move all of this. Move.

Move, move, move.

- What?
- Listen, listen.

I will explain.
I just need a second to think.

Okay, handsome, you are way
too smart to walk into a setup.

Are you...?

It took me a while
to see the obvious.

He was setting traps,
which means he wasn't

meeting a source,
he was meeting a suspect.

It's an escape route.

I gotta go.
I gotta call a Lyft, okay?

Okay, but look,
whatever you're doing,

you don't need to be doing
this shit by yourself.

Yeah, I need you to stay here
and cover for me with Aja.

Okay? I'll be back
for the speech,

but just, like,
stall if I'm late.

Stall how?

Come on, come on, come on,
come on.

Come on, Chris,
where the hell are you?

How's your speech?

TBD.

It's in...

Oh, shit.
I need this to go quick.

- Is that him?
- No.

That's a crackhead. Shit.

Well, how many quick rendezvous
have you been to?

Plenty. I have been to plenty
of quick rendezvous.

Name one.

- This one. I'm going in.
- No, no, no.

- What?
- We said wait and watch.

Sorry, girl.

D. Diarra.
Are you serious?

Ooh...

Sunday I'm gonna pray
for this bitch.

Judge Allen and Pastor Lee
in the same room?

Yeah. Hey, boo.

- How'd you pull that off?
- Their wives.

They're both clients.
They told them to play nice.

You know, this is just a start.

I can do way more
with the right partnership.

I'm sure the voters
are eating this up.

That list would help me.

But I'm curious,
how you plan to give back?

At 15, my family was evicted.

My mother couldn't
even look us in the eye.

When I was 26,
I bought that building

from the slum lord
who ran us out.

At 30, I put that little shit
out of business.

People call me petty
when I tell them that story,

but I created 500 units

of affordable housing
in the process.

Wasn't about getting even.
It was about making it right.

Anyone can milk Detroit,
but can you build it back up

for the people
who've been waiting on it?

What's your vision on that?

Damn. How many visions
I gotta have?

You owe me.
Seeing a one night stand again

is like returning
to a crime scene.

But you did it for me. Mwah.

- That's what friends are for.
- You know that.

- I love you.
- Love you.

Everybody out there
looking real beautiful tonight.

Real beautiful.

No. No, uh...
bartender.

Shh!

Oh, shit.

Oh, hell, no.

Come on, come on, come on.

Shit.

- Hold up.
- Come on.

Chris didn't strike me
as the kind of guy

who needed a representative.

Our answer is still no.

I had no fucking clue
what the question was.

Where is he?

You tell me.

Shouldn't he be here?

Oh, sweetie,
you've got bad taste in men.

You don't even know Chris,
do you?

Chris is a blackmailer
and a con man.

Okay, what the fuck
are we talking about?

You look familiar.

We should go.

- You didn't mention your name.
- Neither did you.

Okay, now we should go.
We should...

Oh, hi.

Run! Run!

This way.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

This way.

Chris had a way out.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

That way, through there.

Jump!

Jump!

Oh!

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

Run!

- Get in.
- Hell, no.

I'm on your side.
I'm on Deonte's side. Get in.

Get in!

Thank you.

Who are you?

Y'all sloppy as fuck.

Us?
Are you kidding me?

It looks like you live in here.

Why the fuck
are you following us?

I've been tracking you since
your Black Lives Matter protest

at the station.

I still got
a connect down there.

The lonely woman who claims
she fucked Deonte Brooks.

You're a cop?

Detective Elias Marshall,
retired.

You look a little young
to be retired.

I didn't have a choice.

Sir, that's called being fired.

You want a hot tip,
school teacher?

I've been down this road.
It don't lead to a happy ending.

- Wake up.
- Okay, cop.

This road leads to her.

That's Goldie Lucket, mob fixer.

You better hope
she don't work for Zervas.

Zervas?

Zervas sound
like a prescription.

Yeah, well,
he was my prime suspect in '95.

No. I read the police report.

You didn't look at anybody
in '95, but the mother. Lazy.

I wouldn't wipe my ass
with that redacted bullshit.

The only one who knows
what happened is me.

So, wait, who scrubbed the file?
The cops. Why?

She asks good questions
but has no answers,

ladies and gentlemen.

You should be
a fucking game show host.

Okay, so then why don't
you just tell us what you know,

you could help us,
and then, you know,

we could bring Deonte
home together.

I tried that once.

I fucked my life six ways
this Sunday.

I get it.
You're a coward.

You're a coward with a drinking
problem and a dirty-ass car.

A coward.
A week.

A week following you
and I'm back in the bottle,

get shot at,
fucking ankles are swelling.

What?
How is that my fault?

Exactly.
Why are you even here?

Yeah. Trying to figure out
how stupid you were.

And the answer is very,
by the way.

- Oh, that's sweet. Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Whatever. Listen, I am kind
of late for a friend's event.

Can you drop me off downtown?

You can make this left
right here. Right here.

I look like an Uber?

Um, you look like
an Uber with a low-ass rating.

Zero stars.

You know,
my partner used to tell me

"You can't be a good detective
and a good person.

You gotta choose."

I chose wrong.
If I were you...

I'd pick running back
to your boring life.

You, too.

Could you please
go find Swa and tell him

that he just needs
to do his speech now?

Like, right now? I'm sorry.
I'm hyperventilating.

Hey, everybody,
can we give it up for Aja?

Can we give it up
for my friend Aja?

How beautiful she looks tonight.

Give it up for Aja.
Yeah, um...

Uh... d It's so cold d

d It's so cold d

d It's so cold in the D d

d How the fuck
we supposed to keep peace d

d On a nigga's mind? d

d Working and doing time d

d It's so cold in the D d

d How exactly we supposed
to keep peace? d

d All on a nigga's mind d

d Murking and doing time d

d It's so cold in the D d

d How the fuck
we supposed to keep peace? d

d All on a nigga's mind d

d Murking and doing time d

d It's so cold, it's so... d

d Cold, it's so cold,
it's so cold d

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

Diarra Brickland,
ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

Ah...

- Ah.
- Tea, what the fuck?

Let's give it up for Reggie,
everyone, for that inspired

rendition of a cult classic.
Am I right?

Um...

Oh, shit. Oh, I'm bleeding.

Okay, so hot damn.

This is clearly before
the Detroit experience.

Just then it occurred to me
the plan I should have made

was to write something down.

I'm sorry.

It has been a rough day, okay?

It has been
a rough week, really.

It's been a rough year.

I mean, honestly, it's been
like a rough couple of years.

They've all been
pretty ghetto, am I right?

But I am still here.
Amen.

And I am still standing
because of Aja Edwards.

Me and my sis,
we have a lot in common.

I mean, well,
she may look perfect tonight,

and I may look like
I've been running

through a homeless encampment,
but we both love this city.

It is a beautiful city,
isn't it, Detroit?

And, uh...
You know, like a lot of us,

city's in a transitional period,
I'll admit.

You know, but a lot of folks,

they like to talk shit
about Detroit.

They love to say, "Oh,
her glory days are behind her."

You know,
"She's barely hanging on."

You know, "You can go to Detroit
and you can buy a house

for a dollar."
Show me where.

But I promise you,
Detroit is finding a new groove.

And Detroit...

is going to rise again,
shiny and new.

And you are going to rue the day

that you ever discounted
or discarded...

Detroit.

Because of entrepreneurs
like Aja,

who works tirelessly to prove

that the city's
best days are ahead.

You are an amazing friend.

And a dynamic businesswoman.

A girl from
Seven Mile and Livernois,

who came downtown
to change the fucking game.

Here, here.

DETECTIVE HOLSTEIN:
If I start digging

and I place you at that club,

it's going to be
a real problem for you.

- You are so fucking dope.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Listen,
the whole party's talking

about you and KeyShawn Clark.

That Lion's gonna get you
on that list this year.

Oh, God.

Marshall told me to go
running back to my boring life.

Like that was easy.

So that was
an interesting speech.

Honest, I guess.

Can you handle some more truth?

Some more truth?
Okay.

Despite what I told my lawyer,
it wasn't all your fault.

When you wouldn't take
those tests, I got pissed.

I got hard to live with.

- Dee, I did take those tests.
- No. No, no.

No, you didn't.
Not with my specialist.

You took them with your frat
brother with all the dandruff.

Oh, so he's not a reputable
doctor because he had dandruff?

Come on.

I'm just saying, Swa,
I played my part.

I played the good wife
whenever you needed me.

I wanted a baby.

Those kids at school,
they're not mine.

That was for me, you know?

Chris wasn't the man
I thought he was.

Neither was Swa.

And I had to admit...
Shit, I wasn't always the person

I planned to be either.

Okay. So Dee...

- Good night, Swa.
- No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

We're in the middle
of a conversation.

You're still my wife.

No, I'm not.

I was still cloudy
about a million things,

but finally sure about one.

This shit was changing me.
I couldn't go back.

But I couldn't clearly
see my way forward either.

- Truth or dare?
- Truth.

And the night was just spinning
in my brain.

Marshall. Zervas.

Goldie Lucket.

I rarely trust a creepy bitch
I met at a rendezvous,

except this one I'd seen before.

All right. This is the part
where you tell me you miss me.

Did you know her?

No, she just dropped
her earring on the floor, so...

I picked it up.

Still lying.
Good deed. Good Samaritan.

Chris is a blackmailer
and a con man.

Oh, sweetie,
you've got bad taste in men.

Sorry about that.

Were we on a date
or was I cover for a shakedown?

I can explain.
You gotta let me.

I needed an answer,
which meant I was seeing

this shit through to the end,

but I needed to get clear.
I needed something real.

Got your text.

You good?

DIARRA:
I needed some fucking sleep.

Did you want to come in
for a drink?

And some part of me must
have known it was time to G up.

'Cause I wasn't
getting out anyway.

Your man didn't show.

You people think that I got
arthritis in a timeshare now,

- I'm not to be feared.
- He ain't my man.

He sent this woman.

Do you see her?

I don't know.
I tangled with your man. I did.

But I didn't kill him
'cause she showed up.

Who is she?

Look, I don't know.
I tracked her to y'all.

- Who the fuck is she?
- Br... Brickland.

Well, that felt honest.

But she... She was there,

but she wasn't with us...
Oh, God.

Oh, God.

She wasn't...
She wasn't with us!

All right. Shit.

The fuck you looking at?

It's been a few years,
motherfuckers.

- Motherfucker.
- No!

No! No!

This woman...

Find out what she knows.
She's a threat.

- Mom!
- Shh! Daddy's working.