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DIARRA: Confession. I thought
it could be the beginning

of this really great love story.

Gonna need something to help you
through the divorce.

DIARRA: Maybe something
happened to him and that's why

he hasn't called me.

Should I call the police?

And tell them
you've been ghosted?

I did not get ghosted.

DIARRA: And there it was,
my first clue.

I was convinced
my missing Tinder date was

an actual missing person.

I found Deonte Brooks,
the missing kid from 1995.

Have you seen him?

I've seen him every day
for the past 27 years.

Welcome to CSI: Detroit.

DIARRA: Chris came back
to solve his own kidnapping,

and he was looking
for the Chief too.

CHRIS: I'm in Detroit.
Who's the Chief?

Who's the fucking Chief?

Y'all, we need to help him.

Diarra booski friend, nigga, no.

You're sinking into some shit,
Miss Brickland.

I'm offering you a lifeboat.

VELVET: I'm not the only one
looking for that tape.

MAN: Velvet, Chief says
the kid's gotta die.

DIARRA: There was
one image I couldn't shake.

The Chief ordered
a hit on a child.

Velvet took this from me.
It's an exit strategy.

Danger. Don't die.

I didn't know that the Chief
was even closer than I thought.

What if Chris
was the happy ending...

Diarra!

DIARRA:
...that I desperately needed?

- Whoo!
- So, where we headed?

[tense music]

[breathing heavily]

[loud thudding]

DIARRA: Confession. I was
actually planning on having

a pretty chill summer.

But who the fuck was I kidding?

Follow the goat.

[gasp]

DIARRA: A gruff asshole
in a cheap suit once told me

there's a clinical name
for a person like me.

- [gunshots]
- A shit magnet.

Fuck. Fuck!

But I never meant for my messes
to get anyone killed.

Especially not him.

Shit, especially not me.

"Ezekiel saw the wheel, and
the big wheel moved by faith."

I just wanted
to do right by Chris.

And by the end I wanted...

Well, I wanted the fucking gold.

Wait, I should go back.

There's a hundred million
dollars out there.

[gunshots]

A story of [indistinct].

And we're gonna find it.

When I think back,
it all started with

that goddamn barbecue.

I was trying to be happy.

Live a normal life.

I had gone through
a cluster of fucks

to bring home Deonte Brooks.

And then I was just his girl,

just supporting my man
at a family barbecue.

Well, a welcome home
from being kidnapped and missing

for almost 30 years,
family barbecue.

You know, normal shit.

Normally your boyfriend
can hip you

to his own family dynamics,
help you avoid landmines.

But his ass was just
as clueless as I was.

That's how we missed
the devil inside.

["Papa Was a Rolling Stone"]

♪ Papa was a Rolling Stone ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his head
was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

MAN: Hey.

What's up, nigga?

It's Mac.

DIARRA: The loudest of
the cousins was Mac.

We used to play Ninja Turtles
all the time.

Sorry, man, I don't remember.

This nigga
don't remember shit, man.

Goddamn, that messed him up.

Listen, real talk...

DIARRA: In the span of an hour,
Chris met 100 relatives,

play cousins, and old neighbors.

He couldn't remember a one.

And from the start,
I had a feeling that

the perfect summer storm
was brewing.

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

And remember, don't let Sheila
in the liquor cabinet.

Don't let Ron
in the liquor cabinet.

Don't let me
in the liquor cabinet,

except for a time or two.

Okay.

I was trying to focus
on living a normal life.

[coughing] Oh, my God.

Why is this so sweet?

I like sweet.

DIARRA: But after my stint
as a hard-boiled PI,

normal was hard to get used to.

On one hand, I was
a boring public school teacher

dealing with
normal Title One bullshit.

30% budget cut across the board.

All that fancy stuff
we did last summer?

- Can't afford it.
- You mean like me teaching?

Bingo.

DIARRA:
And I was longing for danger,

for smoky bars and a big case.

And make sure Deonte
has the banana pudding.

It's his favorite.

Chris.

Oh.

Right.

Chris.

DIARRA:
Normal was hard for all of us,

but compared to
the rest of the world,

normal was exactly what we were.

♪ I don't react, I just relax ♪

The bullet was so hot,
it was like cold.

And shit hit my knee
like a millimeter from my dick.

But since it didn't
actually hit it,

it kind of made my dick
stronger, you know what I mean?

You ever seen
a bullet scar before?

You want to?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Sorry.

[chuckling]

Hi. You doing okay?

I don't think
I like these people.

Oh, they're family.

That's totally normal.

- Okay. Yeah.
- Okay? Yeah.

Come here.

Don't y'all go together just
like Frankie Beverly & Maze.

And may your first child be
a masculine child.

Boy or girl?

You better get started soon.

How old is she anyway?

DIARRA: Everything was perfect.

Summer had come early.

The ribs smelled like heaven.

And all I could think was,

"I should have ghosted this
nigga when I had the chance."

Wait, I should go back.

Y'all, I might have
to ghost this nigga.

What the...

DIARRA:
I should go back further.

[tires squealing]

- Oh!
- Where we headed?

DIARRA:
That first night was weird.

I brought him home to Vonda,
but the truth was,

he knew me better.

He wanted to come to my house,
and that night,

he cast a spell over my body
so tender and beautiful.

He cried, my vagina cried,
and then, he cried some more.

Problem was, he was still crying
at breakfast the next morning.

- [crying]
- DIARRA: And at lunch.

And when he was still crying
at dinner three weeks later,

I realized either my cooking
is even worse than I thought,

or I had bitten off
more than I could fuck.

Y'all...
he's, like, very traumatized.

Bruh, he was kidnapped twice.

Yes, but now it's like
he's kidnapped me.

I'm his hostage.

He won't get a job, Aja.

He's not communicating.

And all the crying, it's like,

I don't know
the scientific name for it.

Try me.

It's like--
it's like a pussy dryer-upper.

- Oh.
- You know, I feel like

he's getting his tears directly
from my vagina at this point.

See, the world says,
be sensitive, Black man,

let out your feelings,
but y'all really want us toxic.

No, no, no, I want him stable.

I can't handle this shit,
I'm fucked up too.

Right, and then
you're recently divorced,

your biological clock
is ticking.

Not just ticking, Aja,
barking at me like DM-fucking-X.

Just... [imitates barking]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, ma'am.

I hear you, my friend.
It's just...

I don't think that
you can say all of that to him

without sounding, just...

- Like a bitch.
- [gasp]

Well, I was gonna say
a bad person, but... yeah.

Y'all, I love this man
so much that I risked my life

- and y'all's life to find him.
- And I'm still mad about that.

So even if I dump him,
shit,

I'm still the best girlfriend
he's ever had.

- Not if you abandon him.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, Aja got to break up with
Keyshawn because he was poor.

No, no, no,
because he made poor decisions.

- My God wants me equally yoked.
- She ain't shit either.

We coulda had season tickets.

Whatever, okay, you know what?

You made your bed, you lay
in them tear-stained sheets.

Oh, come on, Aja.

We didn't go through
that much to find him.

Girl, Tea got shot.

Getting shot is the best thing
that ever happened to Tea.

I mean, I am getting
a lot of sympathy ass off

- that bullet wound.
- Maybe Tea came up,

- but the rest of us suffered.
- DIARRA: It was true.

I'd spent my divorce
settlement relocating

Moni and Roman after Ro's
shop mysteriously blew up.

And Danger... Shit, I couldn't
even bear to think about it.

Hey, Chuck.
The backhand's looking strong.

Thanks, Aja.

You didn't suffer, Aja.

You joined a yacht club.

Yeah, but my boat is on layaway.

Okay, now back to you.

Either you stay
and be a good girlfriend,

or leave and be a bad person.

Mmm...

So like any good girlfriend,
I stayed.

Hell,
I planned the damn barbecue.

I learned the family.

You look just like big man,
but taller.

DIARRA:
Sheila was Vonda's sister,

and she was just as loud
as her son, Mac.

SHEILA: I'm serious, though.
Look at him.

- You are so tall, baby.
- He ain't that goddamn tall.

Y'all about to have him applying
for work at the State Fair

like he's some full-fledged
goddamn giant or something.

DIARRA: Ron was Sheila's ex

who helped us out
by renting us a place.

Did I say shit
about a State Fair?

They've been divorced longer
than they've been married,

so while he's still got
to come to every function,

loud-talking is beyond me.

'Cause I know how
to keep a party going.

You do know
how to make a party go.

It goes straight to hell
with all them hussies.

And that's why she divorced you.

DIARRA: But like a bad person,
I had an ulterior motive.

See,
Vonda Brooks had lied to me,

and I was pretty sure she was
sitting on a big fucking secret.

I bet y'all been
like this since...

- Northern?
- Northern. Mm-hmm.

- Where Vonda was class of...
- '73! Homecoming queen.

Don't be telling
all my business.

- Everybody know it.
- It ain't everybody's business

just because everybody know it
and everybody know it,

you don't need to say it.

Excuse me. Thanks.

Don't get me wrong,
I was off the case,

living a mostly normal life,

but I did have a side mission.

[beeping]

Okay.

- Intel from your station, go.
- TEA: Okay, you were right.

Word got out there was gay dude
was gonna man the grill,

and everybody here came to make
sure I knew what I was doing.

Like I was finna make gay ribs.

Ooh, gay ribs sound lit.

Ah, ah, ah,
did you get any numbers?

TEA: Yes. 1984.

Uh, Tigers won the World Series.
Senior took Vonda.

- [beeping]
- Shit.

AJA: 8724.

Address to Vonda's
childhood home

and all the siblings play it
in the four-digit.

- [beeping]
- Fuck.

- VONDA: Diarra.
- Yes...

Diarra. Diarra, will you please
tell this boy

that he has
to try this banana pudding?

I said I'm good.

No, thanks.

No, I remember
a cookout when you were five.

Gobbled damn near
the whole thing. Now, c'mon...

And when was that, Miss Vonda?

VONDA: Oh, I think
that was around July 4th.

Deonte, hand me one of those.

Vonda! Can you just...

I told you,
I don't like bananas.

My name is Chris,
and I know what I like.

Excuse me, may I take that key?

- Now.
- Yes. Okay.

CHRIS: Now can we get
the fuck out of here?

DIARRA: I didn't want
to tell him we couldn't leave,

not 'til I completed my mission.

- Why? Because I was a junkie.
- Hey. You okay?

I couldn't stop
even if I wanted to.

- I'm all right.
- MAC: Oh, there he go.

The hide-and-go-seek champ
of the West Side.

Listen, bro, please tell me
you remember when Fat Jeff

almost blew his hand up
setting off homemade fireworks?

No, man, I don't remember.

Are you ser-- [sighs]
Come on, man. Come on.

I'ma tell you about it.

- Come on, man!
- It's okay.

MAC: Goddamn.
You see that nigga outside

making them gay-ass ribs?

Looks great though, lowkey.

DIARRA: I wanted to trust Vonda,

but the fact that she ran
around with the criminals

who plotted to kidnap
her son wasn't helping.

Fuck!

Months ago,
I'd given Vonda the Mary J. tape

implicating the Chief.

She claimed to have lost it.

Mother bitches.

Every mother-in-law is tricky,

but this was the only
locked room in her house,

and I was sure
that something inside

would reveal the true
identity of the Chief.

MAN: The kid's gotta die.

WOMAN: The Chief
ordered a hit on a child.

Who's the fucking Chief?

You wanna know who the Chief is.

First, let me tell you
a crazy story.

DIARRA: I forgot to mention
looking for the Chief

had already gotten me
in trouble.

About a sloppy teacher
who left breadcrumbs,

also known as evidence,
all over the goddamn city.

I laid out all her bullshit
for my boss and the mayor,

how I could place her
at three separate mob hits,

maybe even took out Velvet,
because the last time I checked,

gangsters aren't whacked
with crystal hippie daggers.

I didn't kill anybody,
Holstein, I swear to God.

But then
the mayor's phone rings.

And the next thing I know,

they're all happy as a clam

to chalk this whole thing up
to a turf war.

That's who the Chief is.

A voice on the phone

who plays the city's
most powerful people

like it's nothing.

And he wants all of this
to go away, including you.

This is our official statement.

Only we'll know the real story.

Kind of a lot of people
know the real story.

I'm not very good with secrets.

Chris Steele,
in town sightseeing,

opens up his app and
a batshit school teacher,

that's you, tells him he looks
a lot like Deonte Brooks.

"Deonte was abducted by
an exotic dancer

with mental health issues?

She raised him as her own
before she died last year?"

Flora saved him.

You're not getting it.

None of this ever happened.

Be thankful.

It's a stay of execution.

So what--

what was the cuffs
and all this shit?

That was you just being
super fucking dramatic?

Number one,
that's fucked up, Holstein.

I have very dainty wrists.

And two...

you guys are all dirty.

Got it.

I'm not dirty.
I'm outnumbered.

That hippie dagger?

It supposedly walked out
of the evidence room

all by itself.

I don't even know
the Chief's real name.

First rule of war:
be able to identify your enemy.

[dramatic music]

What if I told you
there's a picture of him?

And I think Vonda Brooks has it.

So, I spent the next few months
combing every inch of her place.

But there was one spot left
I couldn't access.

And then came the requests.

ORA: Diarra, I heard on the news

that you the one
who found Deonte.

DIARRA: Okay.

My checkout lady at Kroger's

think you went through
way more than you sayin'.

Well, if the checkout lady
at Kroger's is saying it,

it must be true.

Ora was Vonda's drinking buddy
and Spades partner.

I hear tracking down missing
lovers is kinda your hobby.

That was sort of
a one-off kind of thing.

- Okay? I am one and done.
- I'd pay you.

My man ran off.

Now, I don't wanna kill him.

I just wanna shoot him
in the head or his dick.

My nephew said he'll do it
if you can find him. Please!

Ma'am, I'm not about
to track down some dude

so your nephew can shoot him
in the dick.

I don't do that.

Do you do pets or just people?

[Diarra sighs]

Hello?

And my nephew stole my armoire.

A beautiful antique, been in
our family for 100 years.

I'll knock something off
the rent if you find it.

RAHSAN: Yo, can you stop
the music for a minute?

Excuse me, everybody. I'd like
to recite something for Deonte.

[Rahsan clears throat]

I don't know you at all,
but welcome home.

Do you know you at all?

But welcome home.

Back like you never left,
but you did leave.

Snatched like edges, disconnected.

Like slaves
stolen from villages,

you were stolen from the mall.

Why niggas always
gotta go to slavery, dawg?

- No correlation.
- Shackled into a new identity.

Screwed over and under

and over and over
and over by fate!

Oh, Lord.
Vonda, did they touch him? V!

They had to touch him, for sure.

He wasn't touched, everybody.
He is just fine.

Why would you kidnap a nigga
and not touch him?

- Can you be quiet, please? Hey!
- Would you kidnap a nigga and--

Pain and horror everywhere,

everywhere, everywhere!

Nigga! Wrap it up, please.

[all laughing]

You are family and foreigner.

You changed hands
like a streetwalker.

- Oh! A streetwalker?
- Called that nigga a hoe!

- [Mac laughs]
- Your old mother, a deceiver.

Your actual mother, a stranger.

- MALAIKA: I told you she did it.
- Oh, hot damn! Ancestors!

Bless his therapist...

- and welcome home.
- MAC: Nigga, what?

- Come on, man. Come on. Boo!
- Look at me.

- Bravo! Bravo!
- [Mac booing]

If I knew they was making poems
about kidnapped niggas, I--

- RAHSAN: Shut up, Mac.
- Get your lame ass out of here.

They'd have kidnapped me
a long time ago.

Mac, stop or I'll put
your ass in the headlock.

No, that's cool.

That's cool. You funny, man.

- [indistinct]
- Yeah.

- [Mac laughing]
- Go home with your funny ass.

- Don't get kidnapped, man.
- That's right.

[quietly] I am about sick
of this motherfucker.

I'm about to beat his ass.

You know how many street fights
I got into growing up?

Just for fun?

Baby, yikes, okay?

I need you to breathe.

All right, I gotta take a piss.

Your face so long,
your barber need a halftime

- 'cause of your face.
- [laughing]

DIARRA: This is when
I figured them out.

It was truly the Blackest shit
I had ever seen, actually.

Roasting was
their love language.

I knew about this life.

My father once roasted a man
literally to death

and then got up at the funeral
and opened with,

"Man, this nigga
never could take a joke."

Hey. Flora raised you in secret.

- Just the two of you, right?
- Right.

Okay, so you have a family now.

Families are cults.

There's rules.

Yours is a family of roasters.

You see that little
Kevin Hart motherfucker?

He wants you
to fire back at him.

- Okay.
- Okay!

So put something in the chamber.

- Okay.
- Let me see you.

MAC: Hey, man,
don't go get kidnapped now.

[all laughing]

[phone chimes]

[tense music]

DIARRA: You got it?

You think I'd drive all
the way out here if I didn't?

DIARRA: Well, get your ass
out the car then.

HOLSTEIN: This should help you
get through that door.

A sledgehammer?

Don't you have something
a little more subtle,

like maybe one of those
electronic decoder things?

You know, I work for the Detroit
Police Department, not Batman.

Here, take some prints.

Just don't lose it.
I had to sign that out.

Please. Don't worry about me.
I know just what I'm doing.

I'm the one who's doing all
the goddamn work around here.

Where are we with
that mountain of evidence

that I turned over to you?

You turned over
a little more than jack shit.

Bullshit.
Jack shit my asshole, Steve.

On that tape,
Flora mentioned that the Chief

was "sitting up on high,"

and one of the Chief's
shell companies

traces back to High Street.

The High Street Apartments.

Oh!

Frank Donald sold it
to Vision LLC in 1990.

Killed himself three days later.

Well, that's suspicious.

You're correct, Herlock Holmes.
It's very suspicious.

Well, my dear Fatson,
why does it feel like

I'm working this case by myself?

You don't have a case!

You promised me
a lead on the Chief.

If Vonda doesn't lead us to him,
we're done.

When she leads us to him, you're
gonna be kissing my Black ass.

Not likely.

You know, moms have
a lot of sway with their sons.

You go spying and you're wrong,

you're not getting invited
to the next cookout.

[scoffs] Don't talk to me about
getting invited to a cookout.

Shit, I'm always invited.

You ain't invited.

HOLSTEIN: Just remember,
you got no backup.

If the Chief and Vonda
really are working together...

I can't help you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Where's Diarra?
- Uh, she went to get ice.

I think.

Oh, okay. I get it.
She-- she needed air.

- Okay.
- Yeah...

Look, I do know how
she deserves to be loved.

Okay?

Also, I know that
I'm not there yet.

But I'm gonna get there.

As her girl, I just thought
you should know that.

Just need a little time.

MAC: Hey, cuzzo!

Come on, y'all. Gather around.

Check this out, man.
Now, listen.

Out of everybody who went
famously missing in the D,

you got Hoffa, you got Rahsan's
dad-- which I don't blame him--

and then you got Deonte Brooks.
Right?

None of them cats made it home,
but Deonte did.

That's hard, bro.

So, the whole family chipped in.

- Welcome home, Deonte.
- [overlapping chatter]

WOMAN: Yeah, boy.
Gotta keep that thang on you.

Wow. Um...

I don't know what to say.
I'm-- I'm shocked.

MAC: Check it out, man.

Ain't no way we let you
get kidnapped again, bruh.

Anybody offer you candy
to get in they van,

you shoot they ass.

DIARRA: I had
a sinking suspicion

that most of those
smudgy prints were mine.

Fuck.

At that moment, I was regretting

not grabbing the sledgehammer.

[groans]

It was feeling like I'd never
get through that door,

never get out of the party,

and I'd never stop
getting random requests.

I bought Sincere some things.

A summer suit, a couple
of bespoke silk short sets

with matching Gucci slides.

Some Beats for his music.

I mean,
that man put his mouth on me

every which way...

up and down,

- backwards and forwards--
- Ma'am!

I don't think this is
entirely appropriate.

Do you think maybe I could
have a little privacy?

Anyway, Sincere disappeared.

Hmph. Now I'm hearing that

he might've had
a double life and a fiancée.

Ha. Larosa,
some raggedy bullshit.

You know? But that's a clue
on how to find him, huh?

- Huh?
- Ma'am, I have no idea.

MAC: So I lost my custom Buffs.

Cognac tinted. It say "pimp"
going down one side,

"daddy" going down
the other side, all diamonds.

Nigga got 'em
right off my face downtown.

Come on,
can you help a brother out?

["Suffer In Silence"
by Tee Grizzley playing]

♪ I'm in the trenches, know
I'm a king and my boys on go ♪

♪ Don't even put on a move ♪

♪ I ain't just talkin',
I showed these niggas ♪

♪ Did it by myself,
I don't owe these niggas shit ♪

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, everybody.

All right, listen up, come on.

I really wanna
thank everybody for coming.

- [cheering]
- Mm-hmm. And thank y'all

for being here, because, uh,
some of y'all ain't set foot

in my backyard
for many years now.

And for those of you
who have insinuated

that I know something
about something,

I just want to share with you

my favorite biblical verse,

from Revelations 21:8.

"And the Lord sayeth...

- "'How you like me now?'"
- [laughter, exclaiming]

How you like me now?

My beautiful boy is home.

Yes.
I know Senior's up in heaven

flashing that gap-toothed grin.
[chuckles]

And I love you...

Chris.

And don't you get mad at me,

'cause I do have one request.

Would you please
try my Milky Way cake?

There are no bananas in it.

- Come on! Come on.
- [applause]

All right, all right, all right!

WOMAN: Come on. Come on, Chris.
Come on, baby.

MAN: Eat the cake, boy!

[overlapping chatter]

Pretty damn good.

- [Vonda laughs]
- [applause]

I had a love affair
with this cake for 50 years.

[laughs] Thank you, son.

All right, they want me to sing,
but I ain't sung in so long,

I don't know
what the hell might come out.

So let me think, let me think.

♪ A good man is hard to find ♪

♪ You always get
the other kind ♪

♪ Just when you think
that he's your pal ♪

♪ You look around... ♪

- Aht!
- Ooh!

No numbers, so don't ask.

These alcoholics have emptied
the damn liquor cabinet.

We about to head to
the yacht club for drinks.

And abandon the mission?

- Hell yes!
- Yes. Absolutely.

Harley gave me his humidor key.

Plus Rico Suave over here
wants him a Cuban.

Yeah, but friend, do I got
to sit around and listen to you

tell us about the time
that Harley shared a cigar

with Berry Gordy's daddy?

- Did I tell y'all that story?
- Yes!

- It wasn't even Berry Gordy.
- It wasn't even Berry Gordy.

Listen, you have told us every
detail about this man's life.

- This is your intervention.
- Oh, no, actually,

- this is your intervention.
- Mine?

AJA: Yes! Friend, you are making
things way too complicated.

No, you're afraid that
if you stop "investigating..."

Don't put air quotes on that.

...you may actually
be happy with this man.

Look, he's over six foot.
The sex is great.

- TEA: Tell her.
- AJA: He frickin' loves you.

Sometimes it's simple.

Leave the door shut.

[Vonda singing continues]

♪ You... ♪

♪ You even crave to... ♪

DIARRA: That's when
I realized Aja was right.

I was making things
too complicated.

I kept thinking
it would take numbers

that were important to Vonda
to unlock her secret room.

But in fact,
Vonda was a Boomer

who could barely
remember lyrics,

let alone a bunch
of damn passwords.

And just maybe they were
held in the same place

where Vonda kept
her sweetest memories.

[tense music]

Fuck yes.

♪

Sometimes things
are just that simple.

[solemn music]

♪

[Diarra scoffs]

Liar.

[music turns ominous]

♪

In a blink,
it all came together.

On that tape,
Flora mentioned that the Chief

was "sitting up on high,"
and one of the Chief's

shell companies traces
back to High Street.

HOLSTEIN:
The High Street Apartments.

AJA: 8724, address to
Vonda's childhood home.

All the siblings
played in the four digit.

DIARRA: I almost
could have missed him,

but Aja had been repeating
the same story all winter.

HARLEY: 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 slumlord
who ran us out at 30.

I put that little shit
out of business.

Frank Donald sold it
to Vision LLC

and killed himself
three days later.

- Vision LLC.
- What's the vision?

What's your vision on that?

TEA: You have told us
every single detail

- about this man's life.
- Harley gave me his humidor key.

[sizzling]

DIARRA: Walt Harley,
my best friend's mentor,

titan of Detroit business,
and a two-faced piece of shit,

had been calling all the shots.

[tense music]

I knew all too well that
his company had put up

the reward money.

[door creaks]

VONDA: You're a busybody,
ain't you?

[tense music]

What is it you think you know?

Walt Harley is the Chief.

And you've known the whole time.

♪

[door slams]

[door slams]

[ominous music]

Walter and I grew up together.

He was so skinny.

Honestly, I didn't pay
his ass much mind then.

A boy shining shoes outside
the Cadillac Hotel.

He was 15 when he told me
he loved me.

I was 20, told him
he was dreaming.

[chuckles]

Walter is a dreamer.

A dreamer to a fault.

Thinks he can have anything.

[sighs] We lost contact...

and then I married Senior.

He didn't have a pot to piss in,
but he made me laugh.

It wasn't until I applied to the
plant that I saw Walter again.

He tried to fade
into the background,

but I took one look at him,
and knew he was running things.

He had filled out
his shoulders, his arms.

Yuck.

I'm sorry, that was my bad.

Please continue.

[sighs] He hired me,
then Senior.

I ended up working
a lot of late nights.

- [scoffs]
- Senior never said it out loud,

but I think he knew.

That damn strike was his way
of hurting Walter back.

So Walter kidnapped your kid,
and you protected him?

See, you don't know what
you're talking about.

No, you don't know what you're
talking about! So the Chief--

You don't know what you're
talking about, he put up

the reward money himself.

Harley gave the order to Zervas.

Zervas farmed it out
to the Woodward boys.

Flora and Velvet,
they said it on the tape!

I don't need to listen
to no damn tape.

I asked him straight up, did you
have anything to do with this?

He swore on his mother's life

he would never do
anything like that to me.

What on earth would make you
believe that?

♪

[sighs]

Vonda, no.

Is he Chris' real father?

Does Harley know?

Does Harley know?

I pray you learn
this lesson before I did.

Choosing who you have
a child with

is the single most important
decision of your life.

Please let me tell Chris
in my time.

[scoffs]

I wouldn't survive
losing him again.

[sighs]

Okay, but I need you to do
something for me.

I need you to listen
to this tape.

Walt Harley tried
to kill your son.

[knocking on door]

Oh, y'all might wanna come down.

Deonte finna shoot somebody.

- What?
- What?

CHRIS: Everybody,
shut the fuck up!

WOMAN: Are you serious
right now?

CHRIS: Everybody's
so fucking funny.

Take off the fucking shirt.

DIARRA: I told him to put
something in the chamber.

Hurry up, nigga!

Come on, man, it's a medium.
God damn!

DIARRA: I never imagined
he'd take it so literal.

Take off the shirts!

Off, shirts off!

- [all grumbling]
- My name is Chris.

Who the fuck is Deonte?

Y'all think all this kidnapping
shit is a fucking game,

but every time y'all
use the word "kidnap,"

you shit on my mother's name.

The woman who raised me,
her name is Flora Steele.

- You, say her name.
- MAC: Flora Steele.

- You say her fucking name!
- Flora Steele.

- Say her fucking name!
- Flora Steele, man, shit, okay!

[tense music]

Oh, y'all think I'm crazy.

Well, guess what, nigga?
I am crazy.

You know what else?
I don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck about you.

I don't give a fuck
about Steele.

I don't give a fuck
about Raheem, either.

Who the fuck is Raheem?

I don't give a fuck
about myself.

I ain't shit, nigga,
and you less of a man than me.

So once I figure you
ain't gonna be shit...

Pow!

So be it.

Remember that, motherfucker.

♪

'Cause I'm the one you need
to be worried about, partner!

[Mac exclaiming]

MAC: Hey, man, yeah!

Hey, man, this nigga
doing Juice, man.

Hey, man, he being Tupac, man.

Ah, this nigga funny as hell.

Listen, Juice was our favorite
movie back in the day.

Ron showed it to us on VHS.
You remember that?

Man, I know you still
remember some shit.

Man, I can't believe
you still remember that.

Man, I thought you--
I thought you was--

I told you he was family.

[Ron] All right,
come on out here, everybody.

Man, you know that shit...

Fools up in here.

[overlapping chatter]

What the fuck?

You needed a distraction,
didn't you?

- What?
- Come on.

Babe, I know when
somebody's got an angle.

Vonda's still a suspect, right?

And you found something
in that locked room upstairs.

Something about
the Chief, right?

Baby, I get you.

You're crazy as fuck,

and I'm riding at dawn
every fucking time.

I'm sorry, I'm crazy?

Did you just see yourself?

Look, I've been drawing
spiders for a long time.

It's like a tic,
it's uncontrollable.

You wanna know what
I drew this morning?

- A therapist?
- Look.

DIARRA: That's when I knew,
with him,

there was no need for
a double life.

He could handle all of me.

Okay, look.

I was doing a very
standard investigation

of my boyfriend's mother.

All girls do that.

Was she involved?

No.

No.

I mean, she's a little
mixed up, but...

she loves you so much.

Come here.

But laying everything bare
had consequences for everyone.

RON: Hey, hey, Chick Tracy.

Are you gonna help me
find my armoire, or what? Hmm?

I'm gonna go help Vonda
clean up, okay?

Mm-hmm.

- I'm counting on you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Excuse me. Hey, hey, hey.
- What?

I need to get the hell out
of this ghetto-ass barbeque.

- No, no, no, wait--
- Hey, hey, hey, I got her.

I'll call you later.

DIARRA: I just had
one stop to make.

[mysterious music]

DIARRA: I'll never know what
kept me from picking up

the real check earlier.

Maybe I felt like once
I claimed it,

the chase would all be over.

I lied to Holstein,

told him I'd scoured Vonda's
locked room and found nothing.

All to give her time
to tell Chris in her own way.

♪

DIARRA: I lied to myself, too.

Told myself I was
there for the check.

But high on Kool-Aid and hubris,

I wanted him to know
that someone was onto him.

♪

I was starting to think
you didn't want this money,

Miss Brickland.

DIARRA: Well,
Aja said you worked late.

So...

At the last minute,
I tried to hide my disgust,

but it was airborne.

[tense music]

I see.

You want a drink?

Let's have a drink.

Heard this story about a Black
truck driver during Prohibition.

Made a living bringing loads
of whiskey down from Canada.

When the river froze,

bootleggers could drive from
Windsor right across the ice.

But one night, that ice cracked.

Whole truck was swallowed.

Last year, I paid for a team
of divers to go down there,

and see if the legend was true.

And, uh, it was.

You do know they sell Jim Beam
down at the corner store, right?

I did it because
no one else gave a shit.

Yeah.

It wasn't worth their time to
fish his body out of the river.

I think you did it
for the whiskey.

The artifacts from
that driver's life

are now immortalized
in the museum.

He'll be remembered.

How will you be remembered,
Miss Brickland?

♪

This is my legacy.

Revitalizing Detroit.

And I influence every artery,
every corner of it.

I got, uh, real estate,
parks, schools.

I put new metal detectors
in this one,

so that good teachers
don't get shot,

so long as
they don't malfunction.

DIARRA: Let the record show
he pointed to my school,

Douglas Middle.

I'm lifting up
young entrepreneurs,

so that they don't go bankrupt.

DIARRA: Aja's spot,
the Detroit Experience.

Investing in justice
for our city

by becoming a silent
partner in our...

biggest Black-owned law firm.

DIARRA: Swa's firm.

He knew every string to pull
that might unravel me.

Months ago, my lawyer failed
to recover a certain tape.

I, uh...

I found a way to safeguard
from any threats

by investing in you, too.

DIARRA: One thing
was abundantly clear.

My boyfriend's parents
fucking sucked.

I'd sure hate to see Roman and
Monifa's summer vacation ruined.

They seem happy
in that Idlewild cabin.

So long as I stay happy,
we can keep them that way.

♪

You found out who I really am.

HOLSTEIN: That hippie dagger?

It supposedly walked out of
the evidence room all by itself.

HARLEY: Congratulations.

Now it's time to forget.

Because if you ever
speak of me or cross me...

or so much as darken
my door ever again,

I will set your life on fire,
Miss Brickland.

Shut off your water...

and watch you burn.

[tense music]

♪

♪

[music building]

♪

[Chris sighs]

You found something.

DIARRA: I thought about
telling him everything,

but I got him
as well as he got me.

And I knew he wouldn't
stop until...

The Chief is dead.

Velvet told me that
before she died,

but I kept on pressing.

He was a boogeyman.

Somebody she just made up
to scare other crews.

[somber music]

We just have to accept
the fact that it's over,

and move on.

♪

And that's how the case of
the missing Tinder date ended.

From then on,
we'd have to be two people

who met on an app in a nice,

normal relationship.

♪

But we did both
need summer jobs.

You wanna chase down
Ron's armoire?

Could be fun.

You wanna have some fun?

[both laughing]

MAN: Okay, please!

Please! Aah! Oh, no! No!
[screaming]

[electricity buzzing]

[man screaming]

Okay! [screaming] Please!

[man whimpering]

- Okay!
- [screws creaking]

Aah! Aah!

I still don't got it!

[gasping]

But I'm gonna get it.
I'm gonna get it.

I got somebody working on it.
She's real good.

She'll find the armoire.

No problem.
No, no, no, no, no!

DIARRA: Just like he said,
shit magnet.

[theme music]