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Milk Carton Boy was
meeting somebody tonight.

Chris didn't strike me
as the kind of guy

who needed a representative.
Where is he?

- Get in!
- [girls scream]

DIARRA:
Who are you?

Detective Elias Marshall,
retired.

That's Goldie Lucket,
mob fixer.

You better hope
she don't work for Zervas.

He was my prime suspect in '95.

Tank missing.

- Who is she?
- [screaming]

This shit get ugly,

you and your whole independent
nation getting drafted.

- You're still my wife.
DIARRA: You couldn't go anywhere

in this city without running
into one of Swa's siblings.

I read the police report.

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

You're a coward.

The only one
who knows what happened is me.

DARRIA: I was still cloudy
about a million things,

but finally sure about one,
I needed an answer.

Which meant I was seeing
this shit through to the end.

MARSHALL: Every cop's
got their Deonte Brooks.

The case you think
you'll solve by lunch.

Shit.

The first time you put on
that detective badge,

you think you're
going to be a real hero.

Three decades later,
you're driving Uber, hoping

to scrape together enough pesos
to keep the lights on.

* Speaking of happiness *

* You never thought of mine *

* Mentioning loneliness *

* I feel lonely all the time *

* Ever since you went away *

It's John Zervas.
It has to be John Zervas.

- There's no other way.
- Fucking hell. Coincidence?

This kid got taken
30 feet away

from the front
for the Greek mob.

CHAMBEERS: Of course,
you catch a live hand grenade

- first time up, kid.
- You got something, newbie?

We ran every food court employee
and this guy comes back.

John Zervas,
known bagman for the Greek mob.

Did I not say stay
on the mother?

My CI swears Mr. Greeks Express
is nothing but a drug front.

The kid wanders in,
Zervas, working security,

has to keep him quiet.

CI puts him there
just about every day.

- Gets in at noon.
- You fucknuts deaf?

Guy's got an alibi.

Witnesses have him at Eden's
Strip Club for the entire night.

John Zervas, long time.

I give my order to you,
errand boy?

I know you took Deonte.
I'm gonna prove it.

You ain't too bright,
are you, kid?

I told you
I was at the titty bar.

[speaking foreign language]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me, ladies. I need
to go over your statements.

- John Zervas.
- He done already told you.

- He was here the whole time.
- Yup, the whole time.

Now start sipping
if you want to keep talking.

- Captain's pissed.
- He's a coward.

You're going to get
your butt thrown off this case.

Sometimes keeping your head down
and your mouth shut

- is a smart move.
- I didn't ask you to come.

That's the thing about partners.
You didn't have to.

Look, kid,
I call these cases "fishbones."

They stick in your throat.

You ain't comfortable as long
as you feel them there.

But the truth is, if you don't
find a child in the first 48,

you probably ain't gonna.

[rock music playing]

What kind of car did the mom
say she saw again?

Green Impala.

- You ain't going solo.
- If Zervas spots me,

I'm just a young hot shot.
Won't follow orders.

You got your pension
to worry about.

[dramatic music]

* *

[gunshot, glass breaking]

Chambers, Chambers, no. Hey.

Who did this?

Who did this?
Was it the Greeks?

[stutters, groans]

What's up?

I don't understand.

Is that a star?

What does that mean?
What does that mean?

I don't understand.
What does that mean?

Chambers. No.

Chambers.
Hey. Open your eyes.

No, no, no. Come on, man.
Hey, come on, man.

Looking for Deonte
cost me everything.

And all I learned was there's
a lot to be said for the unsaid.

"Sometimes keeping
your head down

and your mouth shut
is the smart move."

It's your fishbone now.
The coward.

DIARRA: I called Marshall
a coward,

and I guess my words stuck.

Days later, he left
his notebook on my doorstep.

I thought it meant
he would help.

But the case
was my fishbone now.

And this asterisk drawing was
a far cry from a smoking gun.

And I needed a bazooka.

* *

But I needed a reprieve.

I needed some sense
of peace somewhere.

And, for a moment, I found it.

I didn't mention
the case or how it had put me

on a collision course
with the Greek mob.

I kept my mouth shut
about the cop who wanted

answers about a murder.

And we sure
as shit never talked about

the elephant in the room.

My missing lover, size 13.

* *

[cell phone alert]

I had no idea
what we were doing.

And I didn't care
to talk about it.

It had been
three nights of Danger.

I was up to four hours of sleep.

The pancakes were bomb.
The rules were unspoken.

* *

[siren blaring]

[phone notification]

Girl, you smashing Danger?

I thought you was victimized
by Milk Carton Boy.

DIARRA: We are not smashing.

We are enjoying
each other's company.

MONI: I seen the footprints
in the snow back and forth

from your place to his place.
Three nights!

Bitch, your nosy ass.

What the fuck?

How are you identifying tracks
in the snow?

You should work
for Animal Planet.

MONI: If y'all ain't smashing,
what y'all doing?

You sure you good?
You been weird.

I'm good.
What's up with Zervas?

Black folks don't get involved
with this kind of stuff, Swa.

I know, I know.

A dead white guy
and a bunch of sex shit?

- I mean, make it make sense.
- Relax. Relax, okay?

Do you know if she's a suspect?

Not yet.
They're leaning in.

If they find out
I gave her that goddamn file,

all 'cause what?
You feeling guilty?

All right, so I'll talk
to Diarra and this detective.

Who's running it?
Is it Polk?

- Ha. Holstein.
- Oh, get the fuck out of...

- Is it Holstein?
- Yeah, it's Holstein.

Fuck.
All right.

Okay, I'm gonna talk to him.
Don't worry about it. I'm on it.

- All right?
- All right, you better.

- How's it feel, Swa?
- What's that?

To finally be the one
that fucked up.

TEA: Okay, hold on, Dee,
'cause I'm not following.

I gotta write this shit down.

Okay.
Let me get this straight.

DIARRA:
Outside my little Danger bubble,

all my messes
were waiting for me.

So, Ambien may have
been avenging

his kidnapping instead
of solving it,

- and using you to help do it.
- Uh-huh.

And you still want to find him
because you're obsessed with it?

No, because Ambien
owes me an explanation.

At this point, I want to smash
because this shit is ridiculous.

And Zervas is a powerful mob guy
who kills cops and kidnaps kids.

But we gonna find
his weakness and take him down?

- Yeah.
- Sure.

Yeah, but, bruh,
we got another problem.

I can't get this nigga
out my house.

[clears throat]

Bruh. Yo, bruh.
Wakey, wakey.

- I got you a parting muffin.
- Oh, that's so nice.

I'm not really
a morning person, though.

I'll lock up when I leave.

Bruh, ooh.
Who fucking does that?

But I'm reasonable.
I didn't trip.

[whistle blowing]

Then when I got home...

- Ah...
- Fuck.

Ah... Did you want me to leave?

'Cause I was gonna make you
some salmon.

- I could eat, yeah.
- Yeah.

You're like a medium
in pants here, right?

Yeah.
How'd you know that?

[snickers]

Fuck.

[groans]

I love salmon.

- How was it?
- Sex was bananas.

The salmon?
Pan-fried perfectly.

- Ooh.
- The next morning...

What's up? Let me just
finish this accent wall

before I bounce, okay?

This dude busting out canes

of Benjamin Moore
like he was on HGTV.

Tea, your place could
really use some color.

I bet it looks nice.

- It did look nice.
- Okay.

But no. I want him gone.

What am I supposed to do, huh?
Fight him?

Call the police
on another Black man?

I'm gonna ask you
a very sensitive question.

Shoot.

- Do you like this guy?
- No, I'm not you.

- I'm not. I want him out.
- Uh-huh.

[groans]

But...

He keeps giving me head
and feeding me delicious food.

- Oh, that sounds terrible.
- No, but he's full of excuses.

"They're spraying
for roaches in my apartment."

"There's a sinkhole
on my block."

Maybe there is a sinkhole
on his block.

No, he is a hobosexual.

Well, your hobosexual
can put me at the Underground

the night of the Russian.

Okay? So maybe
we keep our friends close

and our witnesses closer.

He hasn't said
anything about it.

Can you try not
to piss this guy off

before I can figure out
what to do about the police?

What are you going
to do about the police?

DIARRA: There was only
one thing I could do.

- Hello.
- Solve the fucking case.

I'm going to figure out
how to give them Zervas.

This is too much.

[bell rings]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[tires screech]

[dramatic music]

Hi.
What the hell?

- Help!
- Shut up!

[On videogame]
Finish her.

[inaudible]

* *

You suck.

This is very unnecessary.
Can somebody please explain...?

Turns out getting to Zervas
wasn't hard.

The fuck?

[suspenseful music]

That's the original Mr. Greek.

I was just a snot-nosed kid
washing dishes

when I started here.

Pop Pop's gonna talk
to the lady. Okay?

You want some ice cream?

All right. Joe, get my boy
some ice cream, will you?

Go ahead.

* *

Stop me if you've heard this.
All right?

About three decades ago,
this cop,

he gets a swollen
hard-on for me.

Makes it his mission to cap me

for this Black kid
went missing...

They never find the kid.

I never heard shit about it
again until two months ago.

Out of the clear blue,
this guy shows up.

He's got a lot of ideas about me
and this fucking Black kid.

Is there a reason
you keep making a point

of him being Black?

He wants money,
which I'm not going to do.

I work very hard for my dough.

He's not going to leave it
alone. He's not the type.

- And then, presto, he vanishes.
- How convenient for you.

Here's the wrinkle.

Someone else shows up
to this guy's shakedown.

A school teacher.

You know what I think?

Handsome man comes to town,

charms a little
school teacher, right?

He makes love to her,
shows her a good time.

She doesn't suspect
he's a con man.

I couldn't believe
the Greek mob

had such a stellar
research department.

Here's an alt version.

Mob guy smuggling drugs
through a pizza and gyro shop?

I'm sorry, I can never remember.
What is the pronunciation?

Is it "guy-ro" or "jy-ro"?

It's "Ero". Okay.
"Ear" and "row."

"Ero." Thank you.
Got it.

Mob guy smuggling drugs
through an "Ero" shop.

Kidnaps child witness.

Years later, he sends
a hitman to clean up his mess.

A hitman whose phone
only caught this place.

[line trilling]

MAN:
Mr. Greek's.

I knew immediately
I shouldn't have said that.

I got smug.

You're not going to drag me
through this crap again.

I already pissed off my wife
once about the titty bar.

Well, it's nice to know

who you think
the real victim is.

Look, I may be an asshole,
but that don't change the facts.

I was nowhere
near that kidnapping.

I was at Eden's Strip Club
the whole time.

[door closes]

What'd they give you?
That's cookie dough.

My favorite.
Smart man.

DIARRA: I so badly wanted
to tell this kid

that Pop Pop
was a piece of shit.

I want us to be friends, Teach.

Friends take care
of each other. Right?

My friends bring me gifts,
even.

My love language
is more physical touch.

Words of affirmation.

It's a good idea to keep
this light and breezy, right?

Which is why
you're still with us.

That, and your hotshot
soon-to-be-ex golfs

with some very important people
at Palmer Woods.

Opa!

You have until Friday
to show me

you want to be my friend,

or something else entirely.

Opa!

I wasn't sure if he wanted

the Russian's phone
or Chris' location.

I didn't have either.

So I followed Lincoln's advice:

"Better to be silent
and be thought a fool

than speak
and remove all doubt."

Three nights, Teach.
Three nights.

Are you going to call me
a fucking Uber?

Swa's was the only number
I had memorized.

He picked me up seconds
before I turned into an icicle,

- and I was grateful.
- You have no law enforcement

training and you have no
experience in any of that shit.

So what?
You don't need that

to become a PI
in the state of Michigan.

- But you can't be a felon.
- What? Nobody regulates that.

Yes, they do.
What do you...?

You should have called me

the minute
that you got in over your head.

[sighs]
They didn't take anything.

- I was worried about you, okay?
- Really?

So how come
you're not off somewhere

worried about Miss Mychelle?

'Cause Mychelle wasn't
in a sex club. How about that?

Look, I'm celebrating
my divorce, okay?

I'm fresh on the market. I want
to see what the kids are into.

Turns out it's kink,
and I like it.

- Who were you with?
- Who's asking?

My husband or my lawyer?

Your lawyer.
Your lawyer is asking. Okay?

'Cause this detective
that's on you, he's a good cop.

He's relentless.
He's no joke.

So there's nothing else
that connects you

to the club
the night of the shooting?

* *

MAN: Yo, these niggas out here
shooting at the Underground.

* *

- No.
- Okay, good.

I can figure out
how to fix this.

But, in the meantime,
you need to come home.

[dramatic music]

Who's asking?

My husband or my lawyer?

- I don't want to fight.
- No, I...

You never want to fight.

- Not for me.
- All we do is fight.

You debate,
you criticize, you control.

And the difference is what?

Heart.

[tense music]

Think about what I said.

But then I did just that.

Listen to me, please.
I wasn't cheating.

I didn't start
seeing Francois until after

you two were separated.

He was here the whole time.

Yep. The whole time.

And I realized
they got their story straight.

Those lying bitches.

Yes. Yes.

Holstein. I am on the verge
of something that is going

to reopen the Deonte Brooks case
and probably prove

that the Russian's killer
was involved.

So, bam.
Call me back.

This is Diarra. Brickland.

This plan is nuts.

It may be,
but the strippers hold the key

to Zerva's alibi in '95.
Here.

Just read their highlighted
statements, please.

Hmm.
Okay. Um...

- "He was here the whole time"?
- With passion.

"Zervas was here to whole time."

Zervas was there
the whole time. And...

When a group of students

all had the exact
same wrong answer...

- They cheated.
- They cheated.

- Let me see this.
- Same can be said

for ex-husbands
and their skanky girlfriends.

Whoa. Okay.
What is your point?

My point is the strippers
got their story straight.

We need to talk to them.

Wait, half these strippers
probably in jail or dead.

WANDREEKA: My uncle once
disappeared for six months.

He came back married
to a stripper on disability.

- Tea, that is very judgmental.
- Yeah.

Some of them
could have been stripping

their way through law school.

- Yeah.
- I doubt it.

- What?
- What's the life expectancy

- of a stripper?
- Ask your mama.

What are you doing now?

I need to call
Wandreeka's uncle.

He's run through half
the strippers in the D.

We had a nice heart-to-heart
about it

during his parent/teacher
conference, I think.

Fuck y'all be talking about

during your parent/teacher
conferences?

- So much.
- Okay, let's say

we track them down.
And then what?

We ain't breaking
that glitter wall of silence.

Strippers don't talk.

Monique, that was
30 years ago.

By now, they've forgotten
to remember to lie.

Plus, Marshall's dumb ass
walked in there with a badge.

- We not doing that.
- Because we don't have badges.

* *

- Oh, hi.
DIARRA: Wandreeka's uncle

hadn't seen Flora's
sexy ass in years,

but he had a beat on Cinnamon

and her "big missiles"
working down at the DMV.

Rolexxx had a job at Target.

And Miss Ebony Poles
was a paralegal now.

She really was stripping to pay
her way through law school.

- Fuck!
- I loved that for her.

[all cheering]

The Detroit Flamingos
of Eden's Ethiopia

may be the most beloved exotic
dancers in all of the Midwest.

The Flamingos were legends.

But one thing they never got
was a voice.

Pretty good.

Hey, they gonna have
to stop twerking

if they want me
to do their hair.

How do you get me
to do shit like this?

Because you love me.

Also, you said you wanted
to give back to the community.

- These hoes are the community.
- Not these hoes.

Shh!

[indistinct chatter]

DIARRA:
I told them we were making

a documentary on strippers

as the keepers
of Detroit's oral history.

"Griots on the Fringe."

"Ample Bottoms," take one.

I had to throw in glam,
but people start talking

when you put a camera
in their face.

Okay, ladies,
just your name...

Oh, yes, it's Cinnamon,
spelled the regular way.

- I'm Rolexxx.
- These women

had stories on stories.

Stripping used
to be a contact sport.

Now, any hoe with a ring light
and Wi-fi can get rich.

Yeah, we walked
so these hoes could fly.

- Ooh.
- Say that.

Back in the '90s, when
those factory dudes was flush...

DIARRA: But there was only one
story I really cared about.

The day Deonte went missing.

I knew they'd remember
that day in detail.

Shit, everybody did.

Okay, let's talk about the day
of the OJ verdict.

ALL: Oh, yes!
[laughter]

Wait, okay, okay.

Watching the verdict live
was all me and Flora's idea.

- It was Flora's idea.
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay. These haters...
- Flora was a sweetheart.

She was.
She was.

And back then,
she went by Wet and Wild.

And where is
Miss Wet and Wild now?

She'd been out the business
for a while.

Ain't nobody seen her in years.

- She was smart, though.
- Yes.

Flora knew the verdict
was coming out,

so she asked Corn
if we could dance that day.

- Normally, we would never.
- Oh.

Day shift was
for second-tier bitches.

- I heard that.
ALL: * Second-tier bitches *

And, look,
if the verdict came out guilty,

then we knew folks were
going to need cheering up.

But now, if the juice got loose.

Oh, shit. It was about
to be a party up in there.

Now, it's like, "OJ who?"

He could be sitting right there
and I wouldn't say shit to him.

- Yeah, I'd turn the other way.
- Man, fuck OJ.

But that day,
he represented victory.

- Uh-huh.
- We all felt like Americans.

- Black joy on ten, you feel me?
- Up here.

There wasn't any white people
there fucking up the vibe.

Not during the verdict.

Or, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.
The Greek guy.

Oh, yeah, right.

But he came through after,
though.

He wasn't a fan
of the legal system neither.

So you're sure
the Greek guy was there?

Yeah, I gave him
a dance before the show.

Oh, and I seen him
when I got off.

He was arguing with Cornelius.

He always liked
to tie up the phone.

Okay, so wait a minute,

you're sure he was there
at the beginning of the show

and at the end,
but nobody saw him in between?

- Uh-uh.
- Uh-uh.

And just like that, I had
done what Marshall couldn't.

Gotten the Flamingos to blow
a hole in Zerva's alibi.

* *

- Wow.
- Oh, man.

What the fuck is this?

Is this the right spot?

See, I am so glad that I brought
my toilet seat covers in here.

Come on.

- Is she okay?
- Give me some singles.

Oh, I'm good.
Um...

You know what, actually,
I'll pay you to stop. I will.

- Hold on.
- It's still going.

Okay. Zervas leaves
this exciting locale

during the first dance.

He has 44 minutes.
That's the showtime.

Plus the ten minutes
they play to the verdict.

He gets in his car.

[indistinct chatter]

Wait, hold up, hold up,
hold up, hold up.

Why you get to drive?

'Cause I'm a professional.

You're a professional
bus driver.

And I'm a professional
whoop-your-ass if you don't go

to the other side of that car.

DIARRA: He drives
straight to Northview Mall.

Northview? Didn't they tear
down that ghetto ass mall?

- Shit.
- Shit!

Okay, listen.
21 minutes, 43 seconds.

I told you,
I'm fucking nice with it.

We still got
to snatch a motherfucking kid.

Okay. Right, right.

DIARRA:
He walks into the mall...

- Why the sugar?
- 'Cause he's white.

- He checks the package.
- And everything's cool?

- Everything's cool.
- Then Deonte wanders in.

I'm here,
and I see Deonte, okay?

"Oh, hell no.
You know too much."

And you get on him.

Yeah. "Come here,
little nigga. Come here."

Wait, wait. I'm white,
and I wouldn't say nigga,

but then again, it is the '90s,
so maybe I would.

- Yeah, I would, I would--
- Tick tock. Tick tock.

Okay.
"Come here, little nigga.

Come here. Yeah, you get
in this car. Get in this car."

Wait, wait.
I'm supposed to take you.

Okay, so why would he
go back here...

if he's already
been through that?

- That's what I want to know.
- Hmm.

Deonte's in the trunk.
He needs an alibi.

* *

Do we make it?

Zervas had time!

[all cheer]

DIARRA: Breaking his alibi,
man, I'd go back

to that second meeting
armed with leverage.

So do you really think
it's that simple?

What, Zervas gets locked up

and then Deonte
just comes out of hiding?

Well, he called me for a reason.
I must be on his radar.

Ooh.

So what do you think he's going
to say when he finds out

you fucking
your robbing-ass neighbor?

- No. No, no, no, no.
- Come on, now.

[hums]

[knocking on door]

[dramatic music]

* *

[clears throat]
How'd you find me?

Your man Roman said you've been
shacked up here a few days.

Tank dead.

He not answering his phone,

and none of the Woodward Boys
have seen him.

The Greeks is walking back
a 30-year truce.

Only folks I can trust now
is family.

Kinda sharp
for a fuck toy, ain't it?

I'm serious, Kelvin.

I need to know
if we still family.

I am not fucking
my robbing-ass neighbor.

You cheating on Milk Carton Boy?

No, I'm not.
Aja, defend me.

I--I'm gonna have to agree
with this woman for a change

right here, friend.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

First off,
you have Milk Carton Boy.

You have your neighbor,
and you still married to Swa.

She said a fucking triangle.
Give me a love rectangle.

Love rectangle.
That's my stripper name.

Oh. Mine is Miss Shea Butter.

Thunderdome.

Aja.

- Okay.
- Okay, sure.

[indistinct chatter]

* *

DIARRA: Maybe being naked
was contagious,

because after
a couple of drinks,

everyone was laid bare.

This Lion is making me
horny as shit.

I don't think
I'm gonna make it, y'all.

We are going to have
to break up,

in the sweet name of Jesus.

Well, may I remind you,
Pastor Thirstrap,

that you have fallen off
the celibacy bandwagon before.

- Ut...
- Ut?

- I rebuke that.
- Uh-huh.

That was then.

Now I have affirmations.
I have a prayer plan.

Well, I hope you have a plan B,

because with
your track record...

Damn.

They can't see you coming.

[laughter]

Fuck all y'all.

This dude is overshadowing
all of my hard work.

Okay, well, at least KeyShawn
accepted you were boss.

I mean,
Roman is pissed that I do

anything that don't chain me
to the house.

Oh, you mean like fight crime?
He might have a point, friend.

Okay, look, I gave him
the best titties of my life

before Roman just
sucked them into sadness.

Wait, your husband sucked
your titties into sadness?

No, no, not that Roman.
Roman Jr., my son.

I'm just saying, like,
I want something for me.

And what I need
is for crazy-ass Moni

to bring her crazy ass

to my house
and evict this squatter.

It's okay.
Fall in love, Tea.

You can do it.
Just fall in love.

- Being gay is not romantic.
- What?

- Especially in the D.
- Okay, so why don't you

just move then, friend?

Because New York
is fucking dirty

and LA is too fucking white,
and Atlanta is too fucking gay.

That's true.

Yeah, I'm a nigga
from the D. Period.

And as soon as you're
in the clear with the cops,

I'm evicting this bum.

Well, I'm evicting
my negroes too.

- Fuck these niggas.
- To us.

- To us.
- To us.

[indistinct chatter]

DIARRA: And I almost meant it.

There were a few things I didn't
tell my friends that night.

I was not evicting this dude.
Danger and I weren't smashing.

But what was happening
wasn't exactly platonic.

Ready?

[soul song playing]

* *

So this nigga
had been giving me... massages.

* *

[exhales]

[moans]

* *

[doorbell rings]

[doorbell continues ringing]

Who's there?

SWA: Dee, it's me.
Come on. Dee.

Hey. I'll just say you got
yourself a damn good lawyer.

I backed Holstein off,
so if he even thinks

about calling you,
you have to call me first.

But whatever it is
that you're doing, stop.

I couldn't stop,
police backing down or not.

I still had an impending date
with the mob.

Okay, so we ain't got no,
"I hear you, Swa.

You're right, Swa.
I got us, Swa."

Thank you.
Yes, thank you.

Thank you so much
for talking to Holstein.

I was... Poof.
I was freaking out.

[mumbles]
You know I like to fix things.

I know.

Yeah.

Listen, I know you think

that you're some type
of budding detective

or some type of body language
expert or some shit,

but, I have to tell you, you
have no clue what you're doing.

MYCHELLE:
I'm not happy about it.

But I get it.
You're still married.

And it's complicated.
Timing's a bitch.

Guess we won't make it
to our three month anniversary

after all.

I, uh... guess I wish you
guys luck.

Three months.

I told you I wasn't cheating.
You gonna say something?

[creaking]

I got it.

You doing good down there, Dee?

Yeah, yeah. I'm good.

If I was wrong
about Swa cheating,

then I missed something else
entirely in my marriage.

Something big.

Maybe I was missing
something big here, too.

* *

- Felt like Americans.
- Ah.

And we could be as happy
as we wanted to be.

That's right.

Black joy on ten.
You feel me?

DIARRA: Let's talk about
the day of the OJ verdict.

[all cheering]

Stripping used to be
a contact sport.

- That's right.
- You had regulars.

You knew what they liked.
You even knew their kids' names.

One of my regulars always
made sure I got to my car okay.

A gentleman. He ended up
shooting somebody at a Best Buy,

but that was very
out of character for him.

* *

All the dope boys came in
there smelling like Cool Water.

Watching the verdict live
with all me and Flora's ID.

- It was Flora's ID.
- Uh-huh.

She had on
this pink feather number.

She went by Wet and Wild.

[cheering]

Foreman said "not guilty," and
you would have thought it meant

they was about to free every
nigga from here to Kingdom...

[laughter]

Wet and Wild up on stage,
screaming, "We won. We won!"

[laughter]

Rolexxx and Flora
was hugging and crying.

Man, that was the first time
I seen us beat the system.

I'll never fucking forget it.

[dramatic music]

* *

DIARRA:
Sometimes it's the things

people don't say that are way
more important

than the things they do.

There is a lot to be said
for the unsaid.

[sighs]

Where the fuck is Ebony?

* *

Girl, I can't tell whose wings
I like better.

Either MoFo's or Sweet Waters.

- Sweet Waters.
- I'm going to let you decide.

Thank you for coming by.
I just had one more question

I wanted to follow up
about the day of the verdict.

You weren't out on the floor
that day. Why is that?

Of course I was.

Ebony, the other ladies,

they recall every little detail
about that day.

Cinnamon remembers
what she had for lunch.

A Coney dog with chili cheese
and fries and a Faygo red pop.

Only thing they don't seem
to mention is you.

And you know what I think?

I think it's because
your ass wasn't out there.

But that's just me.

Why are you going into all this?

Because I am so close
to finding Deonte Brooks.

Deonte Brooks?

You mean that boy that got
snatched up in Northview?

Zervas did it.
I know that.

The only thing I don't know is
why you're lying to protect him.

Wasn't Zervas.

Uh, girl, wake up.
Yes, it was.

Zervas was security
for the Greeks, all right?

If something needed
to be handled

back in '95,
he handled it.

When the verdict came down,
I was giving him a hand job.

With my mouth.

The girls
weren't about to snitch.

Was against the rules.

Okay, first of all,
that's not how a hand job works.

Second of all,
maybe you're misremembering it.

Maybe he snuck out
or went to the bathroom.

No, no. We were
back there a long time.

How long was y'all back there?

He couldn't come.
And we kept getting interrupted.

His beeper was going crazy,
and he made a lot of calls.

- Calls to who?
- Trouble at the plant.

Some guy was talking strike,
and Zervas wanted to hurt him.

- Kill him, I think.
- Wait a minute.

Why would Zervas even care
about trouble

- at some damn plant?
- You know the D.

The mob controlled the union,

and this whistleblower
was trying to change all that.

A strike would
have shut down the plant.

DIARRA: The PKR plant is
the best bet for a rendezvous.

What about his dad?
Where was he?

Working a double shift
at the plant.

30 men on the line
to vouch for him.

Your husband sucked your titties
into sadness?

No, no. Not that Roman.
Roman Jr., my son.

- Deonte Brooks.
VONDA: Deonte James Brooks.

DIARRA:
And it hit me like a bat.

They kidnapped
the wrong fucking Deonte.

* *

Oh, well. Well, well.

Guess we've decided
to be friends, uh?

Have a seat.

To friends.

I don't have what you want.

The Russian's phone was at
the bottom of the Detroit River.

I got rid of it. Oh, and guess
what I figured out.

You actually were at Eden's
the whole time.

You weren't even interested
in that kid.

You were looking for Senior.

- What would I want with him?
- Oof.

Deonte Senior
had a lot of friends.

And when he talked strike,
well, people listened.

So the plan was to shut him up.

But some dumb-ass henchman
took Deonte Jr

instead of senior,
which y'all have a GED

requirement
at the Greek mob,

'cause damn,
that's some dumb shit.

But anyway,
didn't matter to you.

You got what you wanted, right?

Senior was so bereft,
he climbed into a bottle.

Strike never happened.

And OG Mr. Greek
fast-tracks you.

- America.
- You're delusional.

I think Chris picked PKR
on purpose

for his little rendezvous point.

See, his father was jeopardizing
the mob's cash cow,

and that is how all
of this shit got started.

I had stellar
research too, bitch.

I had my 7th graders
pull up all articles

about the plant
during study hall.

So why am I listening to this?

'Cause it involves
your grandson.

Careful, Teach.

You're going to leave here
to the meat grinder.

That wouldn't change
the email I've already got

scheduled
to Child Protective Services.

And me and Miss Juanita
over there,

I swear to God,
we are like this, Zervas.

I've outlined
your entire history

of abuse towards children.

Now, listen,
they might clear you,

but once they start digging,
ooh,

you could be tied up
for years in court,

unable to see the little man.
Mm.

That's a damn shame, isn't it?

When children
become collateral damage?

- So what do you want?
- I want to know everything.

Who were you talking to
that day at Eden's, huh?

Who's calling the shots?

[clears throat]

Come on, let's go.
Spit it out, Zervas.

Guess what they say is true.

You want something done right,
you got to do it.

Who was on the goddamn phone?

Chief. [clears throat]
Chief needed a favor, so.

[clears throat]

You all right?
You want some water?

[clears throat,
gasps for air]

[dramatic music]

[groans]

[dramatic music]

* *

[indistinct murmuring]

* *

It wasn't an asterisk.

Marshall's partner
was drawing a spider.

* *

[gasps]

[car approaching]

[gasps]

[welps]

[sirens approaching]

* *

* *

- Mom!
- Shh! Daddy's working.