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Hmm.

My money ain't legit now?

BOTH: And even that disappears in the dark.

I thank you kindly though.

So, now that I'm an investor,

how are we putting butts in the seats at H-Town Waffles?

You mean Mo'Waffles?

No, that remains to be proven.

But seriously, run it down for me.

What exactly is my money paying for?

Repairs, inventory,

and we're doing a big opening.

Check out our page.

We're raising money for Mo's ransom.

But what if he's dead, Cherry?

He's not dead.

In my gut, I know he's alive.

And what does your gut tell you about me?

That you're dangerous.

[R&B music plays]

You remember this?

Remember this one?

Come on, now.

It's not what we're doing tonight.

You know what?

I got on some cheap Chinese shoes, making my feet hurt.

Can we go?

Come on.

Cheap-ass shoes.

Please, Lord, let me keep my panties on tonight.

I had a good time tonight.

I did, too.

Come here.

[gasps]

Now, where is Mo'Dee Fresh?

Is that a gun?

Or do I need Epson salt tonight?

Oh, it's hard.

But this one's metal.

Now, stop lying, Cherry.

You know what happens when people lie to me.

I'm not lying.

See, I want to believe you.

But I can't for the life of me understand

how you didn't see who kidnapped Mo'Dee Fresh.

Now, I'm not saying you're responsible.

But I do think you know who's behind this.

And what's it to you?

I thought you didn't know Mo'Dee Fresh.

Come here.

Throughout history, men have folded under pressure

like a vegan at a pork festival.

For Steve Harvey, it was announcing the wrong.

Miss America on live television.

For Shaquille O'Neal, it was missing

every damn free-throw shot when they counted the most.

And for KB, now sweating like a hooker in church,

it's 21 questions from Atlanta's number one detective.

I could use some...

I appreciate you, detective.

Full name?

Kirby. Kirby Bartholomew Jackson.

I'm Scorpio.

Graduated from Grady.

Class of Obama.

I voted McCain.

Tell me about the day that you interviewed

with Mr. Mo'Dee Fresh.

Oh, Mo'Dee Fresh?

Well, it was at night time.

And it technically wasn't an interview.

I was there dropping something off.

For Drop-Ish.

You know Drop-Ish, right?

It's the no-delivery drop-off service.

You cop it? We drop it.

- You... - No.

According to your application here,

it says that you worked at Peach Pit Fit

before you became head chef.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

That was before I started to work at Drop-Ish,

but I had to leave because I wasn't the right fit.

[laughing]

Continue.

Oh, yeah, yeah. So I got there

and Mo'Dee Fresh's car was outside.

Yeah, detective, that thing is so nice.

Midnight black, bloody seats, V-12 engine.

I need me one of those.

You like cars, don't you, detective?

I know you look like a car guy.

No, no.

Oh, okay.

So you witnessed an altercation.

Well...

It was at first.

The pawn shop said these earrings were worth $50.

After you cheated on me with my accountant, you deserve them.

You got a refund that year.

Yeah, there will be more blood

if you don't give me my damn money back.

Where are you going?

Yo, get the fuck away from me!

But then I got closer and it sounded

like a beating was going on.

But not the type of beating that you usually think of.

It sounded like two animals, two jackrabbits going at it.

Mo'Dee Fresh, king of the old hat anthem, oh shit!

? MFB, Mo Fresh, baby ?

Oh, that shit go crazy.

My pops used to play that shit all the time.

You're early though. I like that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Jackrabbits, interesting.

Tell me about the ex-wife.

Oh, she left.

Mo'Dee said she was...

A money hungry ho.

That woman has been a thorn in my side since

she threw her thongs at me during my first concert.

You got a woman?

Yeah, Jayla.

Do yourself a favor, kid.

Never get married, not even in Vegas.

Get yourself an auntie friend.

Knows how to fry chicken, keeps the house clean,

and thinks a side chick is a new chicken combo.

Don't let my mess scare you off.

I'm just a has-been with bad advice.

All right, let's get to it.

I'm trying to shed so much weight,

the scales gonna have to file a missing persons report.

Feel me?

Huh.

How'd you become head chef?

Oh, back when I was at a Peach Pit Fit. PPF.

Yeah, I got big into the bodybuilding stuff, right?

Let me show you a little something here.

So, check it out, detective.

Yeah, you see him?

So, I got big into the bodybuilding stuff,

and I started to make these waffles, right?

And I discovered that if you put protein rich toppings

on top of the waffles, it's good for building muscle.

So, what I did, I got up in the kitchen.

I started whipping it up,

got real good with the waffles, right?

Look, check that out.

I call that the Step Daddy special.

Comes late, but tries real hard.

Slightly overdone, turkey jerky on top.

I'm gonna need you to text that to me.

Yes, detective.

So, right after that, I was in this bad relationship.

Went through a nasty breakup.

She left me.

Then my abs left me, too.

- Damn. - PPF, they fired me.

But that's when I met Jayla.

We met at fat camp.

Bonded over missing out on the good stuff.

The honey buns, sweet potato pie.

Swiss rolls, you name it.

Anyway, right after that,

we lost all that weight together.

Me and her, we bonded.

Now we're about to start a family.

We're having a baby.

And I just got my baby a brand new pair of Jordans.

Interesting.

Do you know this person?

That is the leader of an illegal criminal enterprise.

Selling Slima'glutide.

Slima'glu?

It is weight loss crack that is ravaging the streets of Atlanta.

Also known as Slimsticks.

- Slim? - Slim-a-dama-ding-dong.

Slim-a-dama-ding-dong.

Slim shoebox.

Hold up. You think I'm The Jab?

No, no, that's messed up.

I don't even like needles. I have no needles...

Detective, I get anxiety

when I see a straw go through a juice box.

That'll be all, Mr. Jackson.

Brunson out.

So I'm good?

I'm free of all charges. I mean questions.

Justice is not free, Mr. Jackson.

Justice is not free.

Detective...

Any new leads?

A few. Nothing too serious.

But Mr. Jackson, I would save the receipt

for those baby Jordans if I were you.

[panting]

Withdrawals from Slimsticks.

My cousin was on it.

Lost weight and her eyebrows.

Couldn't tell if she was angry or just passing gas.

Where y'all going?

Time for a new mission.

Now, you two.

All right.

I want you to do your absolute best, okay?

Be on your best behavior.

They say if you leave a pressure cooker unattended,

it don't just boil over.

It blows.

Put the wrong thing in it and what started as dinner

turns into a damn crime scene.

But sometimes, you want the explosion.

See, some messages don't come through soft.

Some warnings need blood and a missing body part.

Pressure ain't about chaos.

It's about control.

And right now, somebody's turning up the flame

to prove they ain't playing.

[grunting]

- You know what? - Looks insane in the rain.

Hell no.

Doesn't this diner remind you of the one

we worked at in Bucks County?

Yeah, also Hillsborough diner.

Best summer of my life.

- Ooh, Child. - Hi.

Sorry about that. Bill collectors.

Okay, where were we? Names.

- I'm Liana. - And I'm Jackson.

And together we're...

Jacksiana!

So we came to Atlanta.

From the diner capital of the world.

New Jersey!

Seriously?

We heard what happened to Mo'Dee Fresh

and it is heartbreaking.

So heartbreaking.

And a million dollar ransom and no one's paid it yet?

Girl, I sure hope you're opening soon

before Mo'Dee Fresh becomes a seafood dish.

Like what we like to say at home, boots up in the Hudson.

Uh, yeah, we open in a few days.

Fingers crossed. See?

Well, uncross those fingers

and put your faith into Jacksiana, mama.

And girl, you want to hear the best part?

You don't even have to pay us.

No. No. That's right.

We'll work for the price of free 99.

Yeah.

- Free? - Uh-huh.

- Yeah. - Like, free free?

You heard us.

Everybody!

Welcome Jacksiana to the family!

[screaming]

I'm so excited.

I hope y'all can clean up.

Reeves. Hey, baby.

Um, I've been texting you.

So, um, the I-Haul is parked at my job in the parking lot.

I'm going to leave the keys in the ignition for you.

Oh, and Lounge Lenders is scheduled for pickup at 10:45.

Oh, and I picked up our new SlumberTron 3000.

I can't wait to see you.

Love you.

Right.

So today we are taking pictures for our menu and for Drop-Ish.

Ooh, a Big Daddy waffle, huh?

Am I going to be getting tips or someone's number, right?

I'm sorry.

Um, so, uh, selling food on Drop-Ish,

yeah, that's good for business,

but, uh, how does that get us any closer

to paying Mo's ransom?

Right. We need to think bigger.

Um, ooh, what if we tagged Gravy Jones, the food reviewer?

Oh, yes. I love that idea.

- Gravy Jones. - Cherry, we need to talk.

Oh, White Nicky, this is Jackson and Liana.

Jacksiana. Girl, they're from New Jersey.

Why are you in Atlanta?

Um, family.

My, um, my great aunt came down on some hard times,

so, um, she needed our help.

Are you related?

We're dating.

I'm just kidding.

We're besties ever since we got suspended

from the sixth grade together.

Suspended for what?

We held our principal hostage.

It was, like, this whole thing.

But, um, enough about us.

What did you want to talk about?

Uh, yeah, I was trying to talk to Cherry.

Oh, she looks busy. You could talk to us.

We're cool. Fun.

Come on, open up.

Yeah, what's going on?

You look stressed.

Sure.

Um, so if you've been calling and leaving messages

for your boyfriend and he hasn't answered or called you back,

would you, you know, think he's playing hard to get

or would you be worried?

Worried? No, girl.

But accepting the fact that he's probably ghosted you?

You think?

I had this friend once, okay.

Her partner went radio silent, vanished into thin air.

Everyone was like, oh, don't worry.

He's just busy. Uh-uh.

Turns out he's the John Doe

in the woods behind the butcher shop. Okay?

Isn't that, like, crazy?

Girl, you believed that?

Oliver is alive and well in some polyfarm

in Utah with five women.

He's in Utah?

Yeah, with five women who don't ask questions.

- It is nasty. - Oh my God.

Oh, okay. There she goes.

Oh.

Bye, White Nicky, nice meeting you.

- She is nasty. - We were giving good advice.

Right. Oh, sorry.

Where did White Nicky go?

I don't know. Ran off.

- So sensitive. - Yeah.

Cherry, we need more mix for these waffles.

Cherry?

Uh-oh.

- Hi. - Hi.

Who are you? Who said

[giggles] Tasty.

Oh, KB. This is Jackson and Liana.

I'm showing them around the place.

- Hi. - You know what, though?

This place is really reminding me of the kitchen

at the Bergen County Jail.

Oh, you used to work there?

No, girl. I was an inmate.

Girl.

Um, I think actually KB was asking

for some more waffle mix, Cherry.

Um, I could probably look around and find it.

- Right. - Yeah. Don't even worry.

I got you, King.

Look at that.

Angels in disguise.

Don't scare them off, KB. They working for free.

My daddy told me that if anyone does something for free,

watch your wallet and your kidneys.

No.

No!

[disconnect tone]

We're sorry, your call cannot be connected.

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. What am I going to do?

This can't be happening to me.

[phone vibrates]

[phone vibrates]

[phone vibrates]

Let's go, number one. I need you to take me somewhere.

Yes!

What about me?

Number three and number four

get to play in the field, get jobs?

Where's my special assignment?

Are you complaining?

Ow!

Ah!

Why, dude?

My baby, she never did fight fair.

I can do stuff, you know, other than babysit.

No offense.

None taken.

If I had to do a review on the abduction,

I'd give you five stars.

If you hadn't used that utility cart,

it would have been harder to get me in the van.

Exactly.

Number one thought I was doing too much.

Smart people are a rare breed these days.

Folks don't value us until it's too late.

I'm gonna take a walk.

If you want, you can be smart, too.

So you just dump it like this.

That's how they get it all shiny?

Exactly.

Okay, la-heh.

Looks so good, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Okay, ready?

Yeah.

Oh, that looks good.

I feel like we need more motor oil.

- You think so? - Yeah.

- A little bit. - That's a lot.

Oh my God, so shiny.

Hey, sorry I'm late, Cherry.

I got the camera.

That Atlanta traffic is crazy.

Jacksiana, meet Poetic, our in-house mixologist.

Poetic, meet Jackson, and Liana, better known as Jacksiana.

Girl, they are committed to bringing our beloved Mo home.

How they gonna do that unless they're the kidnappers?

Girl, you are hilarious. Shut up.

Who is gonna look at that on the menu and want to order from us?

Is it bad?

We'll just fix it in the edit. Mm-hmm.

All right, and you know what?

I think we actually need a drink for this.

Poetic, can you get to it?

Thank you, love.

- Really? - I got this.

Nice meeting you.

Go ahead, I got it. I got it.

- Thanks, girl. - Keep doing that. Yeah.

[crying]

Girl, everything okay?

[phone vibrates]

It... It was all... a lie.

Oh, sweetie.

I just don't understand.

We would fall asleep on the phone every night.

He would be the first to like all my posts,

the first to comment.

He even made this cute AI photo of us.

Oh... cute.

Y'all got any photos in real life though?

No.

Dang...

I didn't think people were still out here cat fishing.

You think I was catfished?

Well, I'm just saying.

Oh...

I shouldn't be dumping my problems on you like this.

There's more important things to worry about.

Gosh, I can't let that crazy tag team take my tips.

Okay.

I've got rent to pay.

Go ahead, girl.

[phone vibrates]

Here.

Tell me what you think.

Thank you.

Tell me about that necklace.

It's tourmaline.

It's a protection stone.

Protection stone?

Got any extra?

What's their deal?

LIANA: Ho, Hold on.

Trouble.

Stay like that. Stay like that.

Oh, my God.

So hot.

Now me, now me, now me.

I want it to be like really sexy.

Put them on your tits.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Put them on your boobs. Put them on your boobs.

Oh, my God.

- Do they look amazing? - Yes.

All right, wait, wait, wait.

- Wait, let's get some syrup. - Ew.

- What? - That was the motor oil one.

You're so stupid sometimes.

Was it?

- It was syrup? - It was syrup.

You are actually so dumb. It's like insane. Here.

Oh, wait, wait. Put it in my mouth.

Put it in my mouth.

Oh, my God.

Okay, that was the motor oil!

What is wrong with you?

[gagging]

These are actually so good.

Compliments to the chef.

Agreed.

Speaking of trouble, how did it go with the detective?

Like the bad old days.

Is that what life was like?

Let's just say I helped some folks with their vanity goals.

But that's behind me.

I'm about to have a baby in nine months.

When the due date again?

February 20-something.

Getting pregnancy brain. Take a look.

You know that detective had the nerve

to tell me to hold off on the J's?

- What? - Yeah, little hating ass.

I can't stand that shiny headed...

Anyways, my baby gonna come out the womb dunking.

I know, that's right. Let me see.

- Let me see. - February 22nd.

What? He packing like his daddy?

KB.

It says February 22nd, but 10 years ago.

Uh-uh-uh.

Suck it up or go back to hell.

[phone rings]

Hello?

This is she.

I was told I could use a credit card

to pay my deposit and first month's rent.

Is there a problem?

It didn't go through.

Fraud?

All right, go, go, go. Do it.

Hmm.

- Mission complete. - Perfect.

Man, we're a long way from a million.

Hey, maybe we can get one of those jars

with a sick kid on them.

Such a good idea.

Cherry.

Can we talk?

Hmm.

I smell money.

And fatal attraction.

Cherry...

Cherry.

You know I hate to be ignored.

I'm working, Hilton.

Look, I can see that.

But you left so fast last night,

I didn't get a chance to apologize.

Look, I shouldn't have drawn my gun with you.

But you know how I get sometimes.

My head and my gut just say two different things.

I'm sorry.

Will you forgive me?

Hey, Cherry.

Will you forgive me?

What's wrong, Cherry Pie?

I know who kidnapped at Mo'Dee Fresh.

So, apparently this Hilton cat is the money guy.

He's the one keeping Mo'Waffles in business.

That makes Mo a smaller fish in a grand scheme of things.

Mm-hmm.

Mission Pinky Promise starts now.

All right, let go.

[phone vibrates]

Hey, Mom.

Hold on, slow down.

What?

Me?

Pressure don't just bust pipes, baby.

It busts lies wide open.

And when it builds long enough, loud enough,

someone or something's gonna crack.

Sometimes the truth comes out clean.

Other times, it explodes all over the damn floor.

But this time, it showed up in a cotton swab

and kicked the door off this case,

getting our hard-nosed detective

two steps closer to Mo'Dee Fresh.

[reporters clamoring]

Atlantans and Brunsonites,

our blood specimen analysis

has shown one Cleophus Turner

to be one of the suspected abductors.

If you see Mr. Cleophus Turner,

do not approach him.

He is armed, dangerous,

and frankly, not a very good person.

One of the worst, terrible.

No further questions.

Brunson, out.

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