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Duncan Duckett,
everyone who's gone

looking for your treasure
is dead.

Half the world's
in a water shortage.

Enjoy that.

Harley hasn't answered
not one of my calls.

Why do I feel like you had
something to do with that?

If you ever darken my door,
I will set your life on fire.

Where the fuck have you been?

Wasn't worth mentioning,
"Oh, you know, by the way,

"I might not be dead."

- What'd they used to call you?
- They call me Danger.

You said Danger, Roman,
Preacher in a Chevy.

You need to end this war,
not escalate it.

I think I need
that gold in order to help me

forget everything that I know.

I have broken
the toughest motherfucker.

- [gunshot]
- Oh! [sighs]

DIARRA: Confession.

I've always thought of summer
as an invitation to adventure.

DANGER: Y'all listen
to me very carefully.

Every hair, every drop of
blood gotta take a bleach bath.

She a cop, can't be no mistakes.

DIARRA: And if I'm honest,
my favorite summer escapades

have always been wet and wild.

But this was fucking ridiculous.

And I was desperate
for a guidebook,

a how to cope with an adventure
spinning out of control.

God damn.

- What?
- DIARRA: What do you mean what?

What you what?

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Why are you looking at me
like that?

Now you're looking at me,
you wouldn't even look at me

when we were sitting
at the fucking table.

Oh, I can give you
a couple reasons.

- Why are you here?
- DANGER: Why--

Why are you in this shit again?

Why the fuck are you
in this shit again?

There's always
some shit with you.

Fuck you, Danger.

You know, I swear,
I feel like we're part

of the same soul family,
just destined to keep meeting

and meeting and meeting
and meeting again

'til we fulfill
some sacred contract.

Nigga, what?

Why are you with the militia

kidnapping kids?

Okay, first of all,
that big nigga ain't no kid.

I don't know why the fuck
you keep saying that.

And I didn't know anything about
him until we were in it, okay?

- Me and Bailey--
- You and Bailey?

- Yes.
- Who the fuck is Bailey?

She saved me, okay?

She patched me up.

- She gave me space to heal, D.
- DIARRA: Yeah, I bet she did.

I bet she healed
the fuck out of you.

- What do you care?
- I care. Danger.

- She saved me.
- I grieved you.

I called every hospital,
every morgue,

every meditation center
in a tri-state fucking area.

Yeah, in between
fucking Chris, huh?

Yes, I did a little bit

- of fucking Chris.
- Yeah, you did a lot of that.

But you let me think
that you were dead

for four fucking months.

How could you do that?

I thought that I did enough, D.

Don't you?

I needed time
to put myself back together.

I thought ghosting you
would be easier for you.

Maybe I was making it
easier for me.

Tell me why.

You know why, D.

[sighs]

Royce...

is the man that I'm dating.

Bailey is the woman
that I'm with.

I don't think y'all noticed
I went to get some more bleach.

You need some more time?

- DIARRA: No.
- No. Nah, we was...

We was just...

He's all yours, Bailey.

And thank you
for patching him up.

- Holy shit, what the fuck?
- Oh, no, no, no.

Hey, yo, is that the cop?

You're supposed to be
with Raqueeba.

You, um, you can't be here.

I'll call you later.
Let's get you--

I don't got nowhere else to go.

I ain't gonna snitch.
I'm in this.

- Okay.
- Come on.

We, um,
we gotta get her outside.

BAILEY: Yeah.

Uh, on three?

- Let's go.
- DIARRA: Yeah.

- On three.
- Fuck.

Oh, shit.

- Three.
- [all grunting]

- Are you-- Like, give me--
- I got the castle.

Y'all wasn't
answering the phone,

so I hope y'all like Chinese--

Really? Who the fuck is that?

DIARRA:
I would have given anything

to downgrade from adventure

to day trip to Cedar Point,

but the universe
had other plans.

Tea parked the sheriff's
car in Warrendale.

With any luck, it would
be in a chop shop by noon.

And Bailey? She had a spot
on her farm to bury the body.

You coming?

Yeah. As soon as I handle
this Cartier thing.

The farm doesn't
need another albatross.

With the sheriff gone,
we got an opportunity

to tip the feds
on the feed store.

BAILEY:
Then, we're home free.

DANGER:
Then, we go back to summer corn.

So you're really coming back?

Yeah. I'm coming home.

Just don't forget yourself.

Home.

TEA: So now you got me
burying bodies.

You owe me again.

DANGER: What are we supposed
to do with the pieces?

Oh.

Hold this for me.

Bap. And this one
goes here. Bap.

- [mechanical whirring]
- Oh, shit. You did it.

I knew it.

No way.

- [Diarra laughing]
- No way, no way, no way.

You did it.

Yo.

- Holy shit.
- Shit.

Yo.

BOOKER: There's that
burnt piece of wood.

Just like my granny told me.

DIARRA: Ah!

"Sons, you have passed my test.

"I have given you the direction.
My treasure is yours.

"1025."

If Dunc's sons
had gotten this far,

they would have been baptized.

They would have been
Masonic brothers.

They would have been worthy.

I wondered if the ghetto
goonies

for all our hot-ass messiness

were still the ones
Dunc had been waiting for.

1025. What is 1025?

Is that a locker combo?

It's my address.

Booker, how long did
your granny have this house?

It's been
in the family forever.

Oh, shit.

So when you snuck up
out of here,

you didn't use
the front door or the back.

Because you knew there
was a secret passageway.

I'll show you
the trick to the furnace.

You just gotta bang it
in the right spot.

DIARRA: It was clear why they
never got the furnace replaced.

It was a doorway.

It goes down to the river.

Me and Abe used
to sneak out down here.

DIARRA: Where does this go?

What? Do I look like
a Ninja Turtle?

It's a sewer.

Yeah, I'm not climbing
in no damn sewer.

And neither are you.

[panting]

I guess I missed the part

where you became
a damn treasure hunter.

Well, um,
I got a new nickname too.

It's Michigan
Motherfucking Jones.

DANGER: Damn, this place
is like a maze.

Okay. Dunc's letter
don't make no sense.

Talk about I've already
given you directions

and ain't gave nan direction.

- You sure about that, Michigan?
- DIARRA: Yes, I'm sure.

I just need to think.

I was gonna have to write
my own adventure guide

by drawing upon every lesson
I had learned.

The first was focus.

And then boom.

Sewn.

South, east, west, north.

Damn, so the man
already gave directions.

- Like you said.
- Yeah. Okay.

So which way is south then?

So...

It's that way.

Then east.

[sighs] Okay.

Yo, what the fuck is that smell?

[coughing] Oh, oh God.

- Ew!
- Shit.

DIARRA: Ugh!

DANGER: This nigga been shot.

[screaming]

Wait, stop. Stop.

- It's booby trapped.
- DANGER: Booby trapped?

Probably to keep the Purples
from getting to the treasure.

Purples ain't never wear
no ostentatious short set.

Shit look like Gucci.

ORA: I bought
Sincere some things.

Silk short sets with
matching Gucci slides.

I knew where the treasure
was a long time ago.

But Dunc, crabby son of a bitch.

ORA: Sincere disappeared.

Sincere. [exhaling]

DANGER: Come on.
That's nasty, D.

Wow, ah.

- It's Sincere.
- DANGER: Who's Sincere?

Aw, he loved her.

Even in that moo-moo.

- Yeah. Ugh.
- DANGER: Again, who is Sincere?

So Ron's bitch ass
got to everybody.

Before he sent me and Chris
after the desk,

he tried to get Sincere
to go straight for the gold.

But they couldn't
figure out the clues.

[sighs]

"Lerosa."

ORA: He might have had
a double life and a fiancé.

Lerosa, some raggedy bullshit.

DIARRA: Ora thought Sincere
was having an affair,

but Lerosa wasn't a girl.

Lerosa was a password.

- Yeah, one that ain't work.
- Ugh.

Okay, wait.
I'm gonna try something.

What?

[gunfire]

Shit. Fuck.

Now, how do we shut
this shit off?

We need the code.

He said, "My treasure is yours."

So whatever
he meant by treasure.

The answer gotta be gold
or diamonds or something.

[panting] No, no, no, no, no.

Dunc would have wanted them
to treasure something more.

So Cain and Abel
should have treasured...

It all boiled down
to the question the universe

and Royce had demanded I answer.

It's family.

Six letters.

Wait. Not that
I don't trust your gut.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

[gunshots]

Damn. Everyone okay?

Yeah, I'm straight,

- I'm straight.
- Oh, shit.

Okay, so that wasn't
the password.

I realized maybe
what I treasured

wasn't the same for Dunc.

I had to think like a man.

Luckily, I'd done it before.

BOOKER: You know, my granny, she
didn't know much about Dunc,

but she knew
that our soul of our family

was stitched into a disk.

Trinity was passed on
to me from my father.

This is my legacy.

But then my dad died,
the whole legacy thing just

kind of landed on me like boom.

Men prioritize legacy.

No, some niggas just
want peace and quiet.

Yeah, some chicks just
be gangsters as hell.

Okay, but I know Dunc.

Family was too emotional,
but legacy could be neat,

tidy, and Dunc was about order.

[metal rattles]

- [laughing]
- [sighs] Okay.

Hell, yeah.

Good call on
the sandwiches, Dee.

[sighs]

Mm. You need a little?

No, no, I'm good.

You know what though? I do.

This knot is crazy.
You feel that?

- I got you. I got you.
- Right there. Ah!

Damn, you all over the place.
[chuckling]

Boyfriend in jail, ex-husband
all on the billboards.

And you got
this mumbling ass nigga.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Uh-uh.

- Not you trying to come for me.
- I mean, we'll look out.

DIARRA: Adventure tip.

Remember your soft focus.

It can reveal hard truths.

One thing I learned
from my worst students

is that sociopaths
imitate to fit in.

I made a mistake
when giving the Oreo test.

Never eat the cookie first,
but I was hung over.

Cookie?

And I guess I was
desperate to see him unlock

the magic of an Oreo cookie.

So Booker watched me

and then showed me exactly
what I wanted to see.

Appreciate it.

He played me, which meant
he was still playing me.

Booker,
do you even have a drone?

What?

Told you as soon
as I get my gold, it's yours.

DIARRA:
I'ma ask you one last time.

Do you even have a drone?

I read Lisa's diary
back to front.

She mentioned a whole
lot of little nasty tricks

you got up your sleeve,

but she never said anything
about you having a drone.

There's no footage, is there?

What the fuck is going on, D?

Oh! [gasp]

Where the fuck
did you get that from?

Sheriff wasn't using it no more.

Oh!

- Get up.
- Danger.

- Get up.
- Okay.

BOOKER: I said get up.

What in the fuck
is wrong with you?

Dunc's sons ain't
even trust each other.

I'ma trust a teacher
I barely know?

Are you brain dead?

I have been trying to help you
this entire time.

You've been
trying to help yourself.

- No, I--
- Thanks for leading the way.

That's about as far as you go.

Whoa. Wait, wait, Booker.

You don't even
know which way to go.

Do you go that way?
Is it that one?

[Booker grunting]

BOOKER:
Oh, you bitch! I'ma kill you.

[tense music playing]

DIARRA: The funny thing was,

I was actually planning
on having a pretty chill summer,

but a wet and wild adventure
found me.

And this time, it wasn't
all that was cracked up to be.

[Diarra panting]

- [gunshots]
- Fuck! Fuck!

[Diarra grunting]

[metal rattles]

PREACHER:
But he saw that wheel,

and that big wheel run by what?

"And the big wheel moved
by faith, not by might be."

I realized when in doubt,

the faithful kneel down
and pray.

[lock opens]

[gasp]

[panting]

Oh, my God.

"I bestow
the entirety of my fortune."

Ah!

After all the searching,
I finally held it in my hand.

- [doors open]
- Hands up, Nigga Holmes.

- Move. Get the fuck back!
- Okay.

- Back up. All the way.
- Okay. Okay.

- Back up!
- All right, calm down!

All the way to the wall.

Look at all of these crates,
there's plenty for everybody.

I can still help you.

BOOKER: After all the bullshit
I've been through, it's mine.

The fucking treasure's mine.

- Ah!
- [punches landing]

DIARRA: All right!

Hey, fucking stop it.

[ceiling rattling]

DIARRA: It's gonna collapse.

Okay. All right, we gotta go.
We gotta go.

Booker? Booker?

BOOKER: I'm not leaving
without my inheritance.

DIARRA: Booker, we gotta go.

- DANGER: D, come on!
- I'm coming!

- Booker, come on, right now.
- DANGER: Come on!

DIARRA:
We gotta go. Just leave it.

- Booker!
- My brother's counting on me.

- Let's go, D!
- I am!

[Diarra screaming]

Booker!

DANGER: D.

[screaming] Booker!

- [crying] Booker!
- Diarra!

No, help me!

- He's gone!
- Help me!

He's gone, D.

[Diarra crying]

He's gone.

I'm sorry.

DIARRA: And that's how I found
myself with no witness,

the gold out of reach,

and a lost cause
I couldn't save.

Booker was gone.

A long list of people had failed
him before I ever met him,

but I still
took that shit personal.

[crying]

This part of the story
is too painful.

We should skip ahead.

- [gunshot]
- Oh!

DIARRA: Wait, that's too far.

I should start with Swa.

Adventure tip.

Sometimes you have
to admit defeat,

pack up your tent,
and trudge home.

I'll catch up with you, okay?

DIARRA: All the way back
to square one.

Hey.

Hi.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, you still mad at me. Okay.
All right, well that's fine.

I thought I forgave you. I did
some forgiveness affirmations

and all of that shit.

Then why are you here, D?

I need your help.

Oh, you need my help?
Oh. Oh, that's funny,

because I've been
helping you all summer.

You still ain't thank me
for getting you out of jail.

Oh, shit.

My bad. Thank you.
It was very gross in there.

They don't even have
doors on the toilets.

- Did you know that?
- Oh. Yeah,

I wouldn't know that, 'cause
I've never been arrested.

Okay,
I gotta tell you something,

and I just need you
to take it in without judging.

Can you do that?

Yes, I can do that.

Okay, I tried to solve
the Coney killings myself.

Why the fuck
would you do that?

- DIARRA: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- SWA: That's insane!

This is judgment, all right?

- But--
- This right here is judgment.

- You need judgment.
- You're not listening.

- Okay.
- I haven't even gotten

- to the insane part.
- Oh, shit.

♪

- Hey, Morg?
- Oh, excuse me.

We need to talk.

I've called you,
like, five times.

- My hair is back.
- I got your text. That's great.

You know what?
No, it's not really great.

It's suspicious.
So let me ask you something.

Okay, before you do that,

- I want you to think--
- About?

About what you
really wanna know.

The truth, Morgan.

[chuckles] The truth...

is you're a woman
with a successful business

who just navigated
a shipping snafu and a burglary.

And that's all you know.

Listen, the perks of membership

is that
we take care of our friends.

Yeah, we keep
each other's secrets.

And we help each other
achieve our goals.

So...

This should make us square.

Stick with me.
We'll get your boat off layaway.

[tense music]

What the fuck?

SWA: So, what's the ask?

Represent Chris.

I lost my witness and I need
to get him out of gen pop.

His life is in danger.

From who?

One of these
ghetto treasure hunters.

But what about the killings?

Look, if you have some suspects
you want my PI to track down...

No, she's good.
She's good. I mean,

- she's an actual professional.
- Okay, rude.

But, no.

All the suspects
are fuckin' dead.

Damn,
what the fuck you been doing?

I didn't kill 'em! These are
very violent people, Swa.

They're killing each other.

Here.

These are all of my notes.

All of your notes.

Do your notes
explain how the scene

was cleaned with
industrial solvent?

And at the end of the day,

his prints were
the only one that they found.

Please, Swa.

[sighs] You know, this, uh--

This guy at the firm,
his ex-wife is the star

of the new 42 Dugg video.

She is twerking that fat ass
in a studded thong,

and they got
three kids under six.

She sounds amazing!

She sound like a walk
in the park compared to you.

[heartfelt music]

All right.

DIARRA: Thank you.

Listen, I, um...

I don't want the legacy
of our marriage to be that lie.

So, let's not let it be.

Right.

DIARRA: Where you going?

To file an emergency motion.

This wouldn't be
my first questionable client.

No promises.

[exhaling]

DIARRA: Swa could
buy Chris some time.

- [phone chimes]
- But without that gold...

Cartier was still a big problem.

Good thing Swa worked quick.

He got Chris out of gen pop,

but that didn't mean
he wasn't a dick about it.

[phone chimes]

SWA: Dee, look, I'm combing
through your notes

and if I'm gonna prove this
was all about a treasure,

the gold would be
some great evidence.

AJA: Diarra.

You're sure there's
20 more crates of this?

Yes. And I'm 100% sure

that I was leaning right
against a second entrance.

You know Dunc.
He did everything in twos.

I just-- I don't know
where the fuck we were.

I'm fucked, Aja.

Hmm.

Maybe not fucked. Look!

Those same windows in
the lobby of the Yacht Club.

Yeah.

- Stop.
- AJA: Yeah.

- You mean windows like that.
- Nah. The exact same ones.

[classical music playing]

And I'm starting to wonder
if Dunc's treasure room is...

- Under the Yacht Club!
- Yes!

- Oh, my God!
- Yeah!

Oh, my God!

Adventure tip:

only after everything
has gone to shit

can the real adventure
even begin.

The Downtown Yacht Club
was an institution.

Perched on the shore
of Belle Isle,

the island that sits halfway
between Canada and Detroit,

made it the perfect
staging ground for bootleggers,

and for our heist.

So Tea,
what you got on the club?

Okay, okay,
so this is the club in '32,

and this is the current layout.

Yacht Club. You know them niggas
still won't let me in?

Wait. Would they have even
let Dunc inside in 1932?

Not as a member. Not even if
he was supplying they liquor.

Okay, so where's
the servant's entrance?

Okay, so service entry
and dining room.

The Lerosa room. Negroes only.

That's it. Dunk hid his treasure
underneath the Negro-only room.

Oh, my God, I love him!

Okay, so what is it now?

TEA: It's the bridal suite.

Yeah, we gotta get in there.

Jesus!
I forgot that you was here.

I was looking for answers
on the astral plane.

Who is this
Farmer Jack-looking ass nigga?

Okay, well, then we need
to get below Lerosa. Then what?

Then we carry up
$100 million in gold.

And according to my math,

it's gonna weigh
well over 2,000 pounds.

How the hell are
we supposed to get it out?

And you can't even
get in the bridal suite

unless you're a bride,
club rules.

DANGER: So we gotta
get cool with a bride.

TEA: So we crash a wedding.

Or we force some folks
we know to get married.

[scoffs] Don't look at me.
After her little mom-cation

was over, Raqueeba dipped,
left me on life support.

You got three stitches
and a tetanus shot.

- I almost got my dick shot off.
- I got shot with an arrow, Tea.

My body different.

I'm breathing different.

DIARRA: Nigga, you got shot
in the other arm.

Okay, does anybody know
any good couples?

Hmm...

Y'all! I got the perfect
couple in mind. One second.

MAC: Let's say we do find
a bride, we still broke as hell.

And weddings ain't cheap.

Well, lucky for us...

I got a deposit.

DANGER: Oh, shit!

- [Tea chuckling]
- MAC: Damn!

[phone chimes]

DIARRA: It was
my craziest plan yet,

but it could work if I could
keep Cartier off my neck

long enough to pull it off.

- [knocking on door]
- Oh, shit.

- Wait, go, go, go.
- [knocking continues]

Who the fuck is you?

Nigga, I'm Danger.

Oh, hi! [chuckles awkwardly]

Royce, Danger. Danger, Royce.

Danger?

DIARRA: My summer romance
was pissed

I hadn't heeded
his call to adventure.

All that, "I gotta take it slow,
date me,"

you got a whole nigga
sleeping over.

Okay, he's just staying here
while he figures some shit out.

That's it.

So, you do like niggas
with no bed frame.

I like you.

And I have had
a terrible fucking week.

A hug would be really good.

I had been trying to do
the honorable thing

and fix this mess before
I dragged in another innocent.

Kiss would be even better.

Tell me about Erma Beaumont.

DIARRA: Turned out
he was desperate

- to be in the middle of it.
- Coincidence that we were doing

a deep dive on a lady 36 hours
before she gets impaled?

Well, I didn't touch her.

Can I quote you on that?

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

Um, unless
Erma Beaumont could dunk

with two bad hips,
I don't see how that has

anything to do with you,
sports reporter.

[chuckles] You know,
as a favor to you,

I asked my guys in Vice
to help research Erma.

Now, they think
I have a hot story.

I know it ties to
the Coney killings, the Masons.

And according
to a source in DPD,

Erma was looking
for buried treasure.

Oh, shit. You cannot print that.

You print that shit,
every broke nigga in the D

will be walking the streets
with a metal detector.

Only if it's true.

It's true.

Okay? So I'm--

I'm asking you
to hold the story.

This is big.
I got to write the story.

But that gold is the only thing
that's keeping me and my friends

from a very unpleasant fate.

I need to find it first.

Journalism is dying.

I mean, you got to take the
layups when they come, right?

Um...

I don't think I can sit on this.

Well, that's what
I'm asking you to do.

As your what?

As my almost-boyfriend.

As soon as we go
on our first date,

but my shit is almost in order.

- But you--
- We're going in circles, Dee.

I am gonna close that chapter.

Wham! All right?

But you bringing
a bunch of attention to this

is gonna fuck that up.

Where you going?

- Goodbye, Diarra.
- Hey!

Wha--

I wasn't sure if
Royce walking away

meant his offer went with him.

- Shit!
- [door slams]

But my legs felt like lead.

For some reason,
I couldn't follow him.

I had to focus on
the Yacht Club play.

[dramatic music]

Stitch, the beloved hood doctor,

had been nervous
about his fall wedding.

Tea talked him into
downsizing the guest list,

upgrading the venue, and
doing it in a matter of days

before his dangerous clientele
realized they'd been disinvited.

The mission was set.

We worked Aja's connections
at the club.

I got to go undercover
as a wedding planner,

and a half a dozen
little slight lies later,

we ended up throwing
a cold-ass wedding.

All we had to do
was bring the vibes

and finally claim Dunc's prize.

Ladies! We're ready for you.

Uh, I was drinking that.

We will keep watch on the suite.

It's almost time
for your big entry, girl!

DIARRA: But there was one thing
we hadn't accounted for.

The bride grew up in Brightmoor,

and her cousin, Nay Nay,
violated our no-posting rule

two minutes after she arrived.

Nay Nay gave up the location
of the wedding to the 'Gram.

Adventure tip:
never post to social media

until you're sure
you're out of the woods,

especially during a gang war.

[dance music playing]

That look like
the spot right there.

[guests applauding, cheering]

[screams, laughs]

Queeba! Oh, you came!

I dropped Sela off at Randy's.

I figured you could use
all of the Goonies.

- Hell yeah.
- All right, y'all.

Let's get busy.

- DIARRA: Whoo!
- All right.

♪ It's like thunder, thunder ♪

♪

[tense music]

♪

[Diarra sighing]

[gentle music]

♪

Yo.

Yo, check this out.

What the--

"I bestow the entirety
of my fortune.

"Use the instruments
of faith and family

"to build a great legacy.

"Kings 18:35."

Y'all...

we fuckin' did it.

- Yo!
- [all exclaiming, cheering]

DIARRA: Solid gold,

and 40 boxes full of more
where that came from.

I realized all of Dunc's
tests and hoops and clues

were there to bring together
whoever took the journey.

He did that, and then some.

Yes!

Are we celebrating
finding my gold?

[chuckling]

Well done, Private Pussy.

You wasn't trying to move
my gold without me, was you?

'Cause I've had a man
watching your ass 24/7.

No. There's a U-Haul out back.

We were loading it up.

And then I drive it off.
Beautiful.

Well, get your ass to work.

Chop, chop.

Keep 'em honest.
I got a wedding to crash.

I fuckin' love weddings.

All right, team.
Let's get to work.

Okay, I'll check on the bride
and make sure she stays put.

All right,
bring me a plate, D.

I saw the ca-napes.
Those shits look good.

- DIARRA: You mean "canapes."
- DANGER: Whatever.

DIARRA: Cartier was confident,
but by that point,

we came to expect
the unexpected.

[tense music]

- MAC: I like you in purple.
- RAQUEEBA: Boy, stop.

You know we got about
20 more trips of this.

Plenty of time for me
to convince you

to go out with me for real.

Mac, this is not the time.

♪

DIARRA: Wait. I should go back.

See, after a week of hearing
motorcycles circling my house,

I was prepared for
Cartier's signature move,

which seemed to be showing up
to my shit unannounced.

So what he didn't know?

I was castling,
doing two things at once.

Cartier would get his gold,

and the Ghetto Goonies
would be taking a healthy cut.

- This one too, Miss Edwards?
- AJA: Yes, please.

Hey, hey, sh!

Look, y'all better not be

getting me in trouble
with F-Mobb again.

TEA: Oh, come on.
You know that's not--

I done seen your crew all over.

Diarra was on the dance floor
following Tory around.

- Who?
- Tory! The bride?

- Is that--
- From Brightmoor.

Yeah, see? I was invited,
unlike some people.

- Unlike who?
- Unlike you.

You up in the bride suite, but
you don't know who the bride is?

- I know who the bride is.
- And Cartier's ass is here too.

And Pump...

he's coming.

It's good to see you.

I want my dance later.

DIARRA: Turned out Pump's
social media addicted ass

had seen Nay Nay's post.

Rumor was he was on his way
to pay his respects.

Without a RSVP?

They gangsters,
not debutantes, D.

This is getting
way too complicated.

Okay. You keep the train
on the tracks, all right?

[sighs] Okay.

I'll figure something out.

There was a reason I planned
the wedding on a Tuesday.

It was the only opening
'til fall,

but it was also the day
of Walt Harley's cigar club.

He was an atomic bomb
I was hoping not to use,

a top dog to whom even
other top dogs cowered.

Adventure tip:

when you come across a bear
in the woods, stand tall.

Make yourself appear larger.

Right? The reason that New York
has the best taste in beer--

[clears throat] A word.

Or, you know,
we could do this in public.

MAN: We'll give you a minute.

HARLEY: This is
a very bad decision.

Okay, Pump's on his way.

I need you to turn him around.

I'd learned a valuable lesson
in Brightmoor.

Maybe my two problems
could cancel each other out.

You're dead, Miss Brickland.

Your mama's dead.
I'm just getting warmed up.

If you even try
and fuck with me,

I have a reporter on standby
willing to print a story

on the financial connection
between you and Erma Roy,

international money launderer.

Erma Roy. Doesn't ring a bell.

DIARRA: I was bluffing,
scrambling for any leverage

that might give me
the upper hand.

And then I realized,
I already had it.

Nice shine.

Walter and I grew up together.

Boy was shining shoes
outside the Cadillac Hotel.

The head of the Purples
died in the penthouse

of the Cadillac Hotel.

ROYCE: Erma Roy was arrested

for solicitation
in the Cadillac Hotel.

You met the head of the Purple
Gang when you were just a kid.

I mean,
he'd gone straight by then,

but he'd still bitch
to anybody who would listen

about what Dunc stole from him.

Told the kid
who shined his shoes.

Told his young whores too, huh?

You know, I'll bet that's where
you and Erma Roy first met.

I guess y'all vowed way back
then to find that treasure.

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

and see if the legend was true.

Artifacts from
that driver's life

are now immortalized
in a museum.

He'll be remembered.

You donated your artifacts
to her museum.

She cleaned your money.

What about now?
Is it starting to ring a bell?

I know you were on
her little council.

The only person who
wants to stay anonymous

with pockets as deep
as yours is you, Chief.

Well, buck up, Walt.
Don't look so down.

The story has a happy ending.

I found your treasure.

And if you want your cut...

take it.

How do you suggest I do that?

CARTIER: Making sure
you niggas ain't leave

- any meat on the bone.
- DANGER: We almost done?

Mmm!
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Mmm-mmm. Wow.

You know,
after all this is over,

you gonna need a job.

You can be my butler.

Would you like that?

Think about it.

- [plate shattering]
- Chop, chop, nigga.

Okay, so Cartier Kelly will be
driving a U-Haul full of gold

across the Belle Isle bridge
in one hour.

He'll be vulnerable.

And I have a feeling
taking out Cartier

will solve more than one
of your problems.

So long as Pump doesn't
show up and cause any trouble.

Exactly.

[tense music]

- PUMP: Yo.
- If you heading to

the Belle Isle, turn around.

- PUMP: What?
- Now.

Wow. Thanks.

I called off Pump because

I don't like any mess
at the club, but...

there's no gold.

Ha! Bullshit.

I heard it from
the horse's mouth.

You were right about that.

Purples didn't kill Duncan
because of some stolen gold.

He was a threat.

Got too big for his britches,
like you.

Dunc's heist was
a story they spread around

so they didn't have
to pay their debts.

DIARRA: A strange feeling
crept into my brain.

If we weren't stealing gold,
what were we stealing?

Since we're being so open,

I just thought
you should know...

Chris Steele is your son.

Bitch.

Your legacy isn't
revitalizing Detroit.

It's whatever happens to him.

Pump was contained,
but if we had no gold,

Cartier was still
a big fucking problem.

["She's a Bad Mama Jama"
by Carl Carlton]

DJ: Go get it, man.

- [applause]
- [Tory exclaims]

♪ She's a bad mama jama ♪

Get in there, nigga.
Get all the way in there.

♪ Just as fine
as she can be, 'ey ♪

♪ She's a bad mama jama ♪

Wanna be rich, baby?

♪ Just as fine as she can be ♪

♪ Her body measurements
are perfect in every dimension ♪

♪ She's got a figure that's
sure enough getting attention ♪

- [record scratch]
- [music stops]

[slow clapping]

DIARRA: Well, at least I thought
Pump was contained.

Seem like nobody want me
to come to this bitch.

That's exactly why
I pulled up anyway.

Yo, put the motherfucking
music back on.

♪ She's poetry in motion ♪

DIARRA: And I wondered

if we were throwing a cold-ass
wedding or a funeral.

What do you mean
there's no gold?

I don't know, Tea,
but he seemed sure.

F-MOD GOON:
No gold? The fuck?

Cartier gonna--

♪ Got all the curves
that men like ♪

♪ She's a bad mama jama ♪

[gasping]

DIARRA: Um...

I would like to make a toast.

And this gun right here
is a metaphor.

For, um...

- Love.
- For marriage.

For love.

- Because, because you two--
- Um, because--

Let me do this.
You are not romantic.

Is she even a friend of yours?

I'm gonna have to say
something real

or somebody in this room
is gonna shoot you.

Most of my adult life,

I have been on a quest
to grab just what you have.

You know, the man, the baby,
the happily ever after.

The world could tell women that,
you know,

if you don't have all
of that shit by the time you 35,

well then you may
as well just kill yourself.

But that's
not why I have the gun.

Don't worry.

Can you imagine?

Um, but it can feel like,
if you don't have it,

you don't exist.

Um, um, um, but, but,
but, when we look at you two...

You look perfect.

But all I could think was,

I didn't want
to be them anymore.

I didn't want to be
checking off boxes.

I wanted to be
checking those crates

in the underbelly, on the case.

But you are
an old dream for my life.

[crowd gasping]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on. Hold on.

Bring it back, D.

Um, sorry, y'all.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna
really bring this back around.

You just gotta bear with me.

Hey, she's my teacher.

You said teacher?

Hell yeah,
she used to fuck with Danger.

Thank God that life is
a choose your own adventure.

And may you treasure
the journey that you're on.

PUMP:
Wait, teacher, not preacher.

And um, I hope neither
of you fuck this up,

but if you do,
I have a great divorce attorney.

- Hear, hear!
- [gunfire]

Everybody run! Don't stop!
Go, go!

I hate shotgun weddings.

Why are they always shooting

every time yo God damn ass
come around?

[gunfire]

STITCH:
We gotta get out of here.

Go. Go, go, go.

I told you we should've eloped.

BRIDE: It was still fun.

- Not romantic, my ass.
- What?

Fuck, that's loud! Oh, fuck!

[gunfire]

[somber music]

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck do you think
I'm doing?

You cannot be out here.

This place is fucking crawling
with Woodward boys.

Yeah, well it's my karmic duty
to keep you safe, D.

And I wish you would
make it fucking easier.

Just do me one favor.

- [gunfire]
- Stay the fuck right here.

What the fuck?

Oh, God.

Okay.

- Fuck!
- DIARRA: Okay. Okay, baby.

Okay.

Okay.

And that's when I would finally
pass a motherhood challenge.

Okay.

- You're okay.
- You're a teacher?

- Okay, just--
- You killed my dad.

No, no, no, no.
Stop moving, baby.

And Aunt Velvet.

DIARRA:
As non-traditional as I was,

I did the most thug-ass shit
any thug-ass mom could ever do.

I lied my ass off
for his own good.

And I finally got the chance
to protect Danger, too.

I was there, and I promise you,
it was the Greeks.

Cap!

My dad said.

Yo daddy was wrong.

Respectfully, okay?

It was the Greeks.

Now, hold my hand.

[gunfire]

And be quiet.

Okay?

And that's when I realized

I wasn't waiting
to become a mom.

In my way, I already was one.

Okay.

And I was already on
an adventure with my family.

CARTIER: Pump!

Where you at, baby boy?

It's time.

To crown yo' king.

[stomach rumbling]

[Cartier groaning]

Hemlock. Bad for cows.

Bad for people, too.

BAILEY: I guess
we know why the cow died.

She ate all this damn hemlock.

All right, bring me a plate, D.

I saw the ca-napes.
Those shits look good.

Mm. Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

Mm, mm, mm.

[Cartier groaning]

But for good measure.

[sirens wailing]

LESLIE: Danger.

My nigga home.

Come on,
we gotta get out of here.

We got him, Ms. Brick.
Appreciate it.

[siren wailing]

Okay.

D, we need to talk.

Now.

Okay, one second.

MAC: So, can you date me
if I'm rich?

[Diarra sighing]

Is Harley the Chief?

Yes.

So, you let me run behind him.

Push myself into his circle.

- I was trying to protect you.
- Stop. You...

He introduced me to Morgan.

And she had me move

I don't know how many kilos
of cocaine into the city I love.

So, he set me up.

He targeted you.

To get leverage on
the people that I love.

I'm sorry.

But I got leverage
on his ass now.

All this shit is gonna
move very different from now on.

You were so pissed about me
not telling you about Danger.

And you
put that on me and not Tea.

Okay, Aja,
I am fucking exhausted.

I need to get in there and see
what's in those fucking crates.

Right. And after we do that,
we're done.

I need a break.

You don't
get to take a break, Aja.

We're family.

I can't do this
anymore with you. This...

This mess, this chaos.

You might be
built for this shit,

but I'm not.

Once we open up those crates...

it's over.

I don't believe you.

Believe it.

It's water.

- What?
- What?

Y'all, it's water.

Fucking water.

AJA: What the fuck?

DIARRA:
This doesn't make any sense.

Did you check
all the other boxes?

TEA:
We checked every damn crate.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This can't be.

I can't believe
you're drinking that.

MAC: That's crisp.

That's definitely
H-2 motherfucking...

Oh, God.

- We stole water?
- It's fucking water.

I'm fucking out of here.

Wait, Aja. Wait--

[door slamming]

I felt like a fool.

[Diarra laughing]

I can't.

So people are dying all summer.

Somebody blowing up your car.

All those folks looking
for some goddamn water?

DIARRA: Yep.

Unless...

Unless one thing had
nothing to do with the other.

You didn't blow up my Chevelle
and try to kill me before.

You're looking
for a bitch-ass nigga.

Or female.

SWA: You have some suspects
you want my P.I. to track down?

No, she's good. She's good.

I mean,
she's an actual professional.

- I know who blew up Da Baby.
- TEA: What baby?

The car.

It was Swa.

I've been helping you
all summer.

The Woodward boys were
looking for someone in a...

Mint condition, Chevelle.

So one of
his questionable clients

must have tipped him off.

This wouldn't be
my first questionable client.

So, he got rid of it
to get them off my ass.

SWA: She's good.
She's an actual professional.

- Aw.
- MAC: That's what men do.

I mean,
we're protectors, you know?

Hm.

If you let us.

Boy, let it go.

No, Raqueeba. He's right.

Men do crazy shit
to protect their women.

BOOKER: At the Coney,
there were two shooters.

And one of them was me.

DIARRA:
And women protect their men.

I know what happened
in that Coney.

She let us take this fake shit
because she was stalling us,

giving Booker time
to set up in Black Castle.

BOOKER: Yeah, some chicks
just be gangster as hell.

LISA: Handmade every dollhouse
on this block, bitch.

SWA: Industrial solvent.

[gunshot]

DIARRA: I had no gold,

but suddenly, I had a new
suspect who was still alive.

Of course
she showed up to warn him.

- What the fuck?
- It was self-defense, baby.

I promise.

Holy shit.

Uh, we-- we-- we'll clean it up.

All right, all right.

What are you doing here?

Patto's people
are still looking for you.

BOOKER: Oh, fuck.

CUSTOMER: Drove down from
Blair, Michigan.

BOOKER: Here.
Take this and get out of here.

- Okay.
- PATTO: Sorry, old man.

I'm prepared to go pretty high.

Yo, yo, yo.
Auction's off.

[fast-forwarded speech]

DIARRA: And then militia bitch
showed up in Irma's mask.

[masked woman whistling]

MASKED WOMAN:
Where's the desk?

LISA: Get away from him!

DIARRA:
And Lisa got protective.

Lisa?

MASKED WOMAN:
Relax, little girl.

Don't touch
my fucking boyfriend.

BOOKER: She gotta gun.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck, fuck.

Some chicks are pretty gangster.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

DIARRA:
And he did everything he could

to keep her name out of it.

That sound about right so far.

I have a friend out in Blair.

She spoke to
the daughter of the victim.

She said his phone pinged off
Gratiot two days after he died.

What do you want?

Just the truth.

Fuck, fuck.

Come on, come on. It's
gonna be all right. Just hide.

- Don't need to stay here.
- Booker.

- I'll take care of everything.
- [metal clanging]

Shh, it's okay,
it's okay, bro. It's okay.

I don't want to hurt you,
old man.

I didn't see anything.

I wouldn't tell nobody if I did.

We can forget
the whole damn thing.

Okay.

Are you fucking filming me?

I'm gonna wipe down the gun.

LISA: I got furniture solvent
in my car.

It'll clean the prints.

BOOKER:
Here. Keep that safe.

LISA: I was just trying
to protect him.

I only saw the video once.

It shows before Booker
killed that old white guy.

Proves that your boyfriend
didn't do it.

[Diarra sighing]

DIARRA: There wasn't as much
gold as we thought, but...

this is Booker's cut.

He would have
wanted you to have it.

Hm.

I'm sorry, Lisa.

I really am.

You take care, okay?

And girl,
don't kill nobody else.

I'm serious.

ORA: So wait a minute.

Sincere went down there
because of Ron's dumb ass

and got caught in a booby trap?

Am I saying that right?

Mm-hmm, that's right.

But as far as I know, you were
the only woman he was seeing.

So, I'm sorry.

And congratulations, you know?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- I said I was gonna pay you.
- Okay.

Okay? I'm gonna pay you.

DIARRA: Okay.

He loved me.

Thank you.

Hm.

My first paying client.

What?

He got a Gucci short set
and I get $25?

What was money
to the Patron Saint

of Lost Negroes and Causes?

I was still a mother archetype
and a bad motherfucker.

And in that moment,
I felt so good.

♪ Ain't no love
in the heart of the city ♪

Everyone wants their kids

to be the change
they want to see in the world.

To live better,
more noble lives.

The ones
they just couldn't live.

REPORTER: What's next
for Chris Steele?

Chris Steele has been
cleared of all wrongdoing.

He will not be giving
any statements at this time.

He's instructed me to ask all
of you to respect his privacy

and allow him
to return to his normal life.

DIARRA: But I was already
doing shit on my own terms.

I didn't need to force my legacy
on a thing unborn.

- Oh, shoot, I gotta go.
- What?

I've got that meeting about Abe.

- They wanna check the crib.
- Oh.

Make sure I'm fit to foster.

Uh-huh.

Well, you just get rid
of all them random drawers

you got strewn
all over your house

and you'll be aight.

♪ Ain't no love
in the heart of the city ♪

♪ Ain't no love
in the heart of town ♪

♪ Ain't no love,
and it's sure is a pity ♪

Word is Pump takes
his cues from you.

DIARRA: They say some women
carry babies in their womb.

Some women carry all of them,

a whole city.

And some women
carry themselves.

So, I was embracing the fact

that adventure
was my new normal.

Kings 18:35.

And the water fell
all around the altar.

And it even...

Filled the trench
also with water.

DIARRA: And Dunc's final note
was telling me that

adventure was still calling.

Dunc had the foresight to know

that water wouldn't
always be free.

It was a lasting legacy
for his sons.

So, this is what Harley
and Erma were looking for?

DIARRA:
Uh-huh. Liquid gold.

I think that Dunc's
treasure was the spring.

And I think
it's directly below us.

Dunc found his treasure
exactly halfway

between Trinity Rose
and Thomas Gunn.

My client deserves better.
The city deserves better.

It's time
for a change around here.

[shutters clicking]

Excuse us. Please. Please.
Please.

♪ On the city, oh ♪

HARLEY:
I need a new Velvet.

People called her a gangster,

but she helped me
keep the peace.

She and I,

well, we accepted the fact
that nothing in this city

is ever going
to be tied up neat.

Some of us have to stand
in the gray as a sacrifice.

You understand what I mean?

Son?

I bet this water
hasn't seen a surface

in like a hundred years.

What?

Purity contents off the charts.

Okay, so how much is it worth?

I mean, depending on the mineral
content, up to a billion.

With a B.

So, what-- what--
what do we do with it?

Keep Dunc's secret until
we figure that out.

Yeah.

DIARRA: And I already know
you can keep a secret.

[knocking on door]

You ever had a feeling like
a fresh chapter of your life

had already begun,

but you still needed
to close the last one?

I just kept telling myself,
don't get dickmatized.

Don't get dickmatized.

How's your mom?

Yeah, I thought
she'd be on my ass,

but I think
she's processing.

Giving me space, which I needed.

That's why I've been
giving you time and space.

I'm not pressuring you
to see me.

Yeah, thank you for that.
I needed it.

I think it's good that
you went home to your mom.

I think that might have
been where we messed up before.

We did shit out of order.

[both chuckling]

- I know this is weird.
- Yeah, yeah it is.

- Yeah.
- And I know we had that look.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

We definitely had a look.

- So we should talk.
- So we should talk.

- There we go. You first.
- Yes.

No, no, no.

You first.

Okay, we go at the same time.

- Okay. Okay.
- Okay, ready?

- Mm-hmm.
- One.

- Mm-hmm.
- Two.

Three.

- We should get married.
- We should break up.

You know,
I was thinking that too.

But then I kept thinking.

I love you.

And if there's anyone
who can teach a kid

how to protect themselves,
it's me and you.

And as far as kid names go,

I mean Wolverine Steele
goes pretty hard, right?

Wolverine Steele does
go pretty hard.

Truth was,
I was done with limbo.

I had to leap off the edge
one way or another.

Adventure tip:

the thing that scares you
the most

might be the thing
you should try.