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I just...
It doesn't make sense to me.

Yeah, well, it doesn't
make sense to me...

Thank God.

Q!

Are you guys charging
my client with anything?

No? I didn't think so.

After you, Dr. Logan.

Well, she sure
lawyered up quick.

Rich ones always do.

So do the ones
with something to hide.

I don't buy it.

This whole
"I blacked out" bullshit.

Either do I, but without
a murder weapon,

we can't hold her.

Let's pull her 911 calls.

I want to hear
every move Dr a ya made.

I'm on it.

Because if a murder in
that hoity toity zip code,

Kevin's gonna be riding our
asses to charge somebody,

Hey, Detective Young,
we got stills from

the penthouse elevator footage.

Every visitor
within the past 48 hours.

- Exactly what I need. Thanks.
- Yeah.

Let's see.

Gina Rodriguez from that
reality show "Ballin'"?

I would gladly bring her in.

Yeah, I seriously doubt
Julio Rodriguez will let you get

your grubby hands on his second
most prized possession.

Second? What's his first?

Himself, obviously.

Shit, Young.

I got my season tickets last
week for a very good reason.

He just signed
a $100 million contract

with the Washington Tigers.

Shit.

Why would she need to be at
Draya's penthouse?

Therapy?

Let's take a ride.

- I'm driving.
- I'd rather walk.

Oh.

Oh, you want...

Hello. This is a prepaid
collect call from...

Keith Vincent.

- To accept charges...
- Yes. Keith?

- Hey, baby.
- Oh, baby. Hi.

- How are you and the girls?
- They're good.

Missing you of course.

Yeah, baby.
I miss you guys, too.

What did you tell the girls?

I was terrified they
would see or hear something

on the news or at school,
so I...

I told them that Daddy
was working with the police

and that you'd be home soon.

Soon. Right.

Baby, I can't even
get representation

for a bail hearing.

Stay calm, baby.
I'm going to figure it out.

You hear me?

How?

Baby, they froze our assets.

- I don't know.
- Time's up.

What the fuck?
It's only been two minutes.

Calm down, alright?

It looks like somebody
needs to stay calm, right?

Look, I'll call you tomorrow.
Kiss the girls, alright?

I'm gonna get it
together, I promise.

I love you.

Love you.

Oh.

Gina, please come in.
Have a seat.

Is this where you do
all your counseling sessions?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I do that
in the black orchid room.

And this is not a session, Gina.

It's not?

I just know you'll probably
try to convince me

not to have an affair.

Actually, that's not
my intent at all.

You know, if anything,
I would love to pick your brain.

Go on, help yourself,
whatever you want.

So, what do you
want to talk about?

You, um, your marriage.

The affair.

Sounds like counseling to me.

It is merely research
for my book.

You know what? Let me fill
you in on a little secret.

I have actually found that men
and women have affairs

for contrasting reasons.

And what is it about for men
for cheating?

Besides their insatiable
desires to fuck

everything that moves.

It is pretty perplexed,
honestly, you know, um,

layered in a lot of roots.

Sexual desires, power,
and conquest.

So tell me,
when did your affair start?

Mm, about six months ago.

And were you the one
who initiated it?

I guess you can say that.

But in all honesty,
it's the way he looks at me

that initiated it.

He cares about my wants
and still finds ways

to fulfill all my needs.

I'm not invisible. He sees me.

And exactly how does
your husband look at you?

Julio?

Oh, I'm just the character
in Julio's world.

Mm. He used to be so beautiful.

The chase.

But then once he caught me,
it was him being controlling

and a self-absorbed asshole.

You know, I must say from
the outside looking in,

you appear to be happy.

And I can imagine, you know,
with all the beautiful things

your husband gives you,
there is a reason,

you know, you would.

But tell me, Tina,
why do you stay?

Dr. Logan,

I come from absolutely nothing.

Nada.

Growing up, six siblings
with my mom and abuelita

in a two-bedroom house
was a hell.

Going to bed hungry as a child,
it's rough.

I'm never going to live
like that again.

And I've done everything
in my power to this day

to make sure I don't.

Julio?

He provides
that security for me.

I see.

But it sounds like it's become
a bit of a trade off.

Come on, doc.

You know nothing
in this world is free.

Well, let me ask you this.

What do you think would happen
if your husband found out

you were having an affair?

He'll kill me.

I can't read this shit.

- Boo!
- Ay, papi!

I didn't know you were home.

You hungry?

Mm. But I bought you something.

You bought me something?

- Mm-hmm.
- What?

Hey, Julio.

What is it?

Open and see, mi amor.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

Fuck that chinchilla shit.

That's for broke bitches.

Papi.

Exquisite.

I bought you this coat
to show you

how much I love us, Gina.

How much I love you, mi amor.

Look at me.

Serio.

We need each other.

I don't ever want to lose you.

I know I fucked up in the past.

You've more than
fucked up, Julio.

I know. I'm sorry, I said.

And since his new contract,

I've been thinking.

I don't want anybody
or anything to come

in between us and jeopardize
what we are building.

Hey, we are a team, a brand.

It's you and me
against the fucking world, baby.

I've heard all of this before.

You're so fucking good
at this sweet talk, Julio.

But then you got
that puta in Vegas,

the waitress in Philly,

or that batch bitch
from fucking New York.

Okay, I hear you.

I mean it now, Gina.

With this new contract,

we're going to the next level.

You mean it?

I've never been
more serious in my life.

How much did you spend on me?

It was a gift.

Wait. What?

It was a gift from...

Ay, stupido. Premier Furrier?

Yeah, them,
they give them to me.

Perks at this new contract.

And I told them
that you would make a post

on your little, um,
social media.

So don't forget and tag me.

Come here, baby.

I'm tired.

How many fucking posts do
I have to do for this coat?

Baby, it's just one...

Good night, Julio.

Thanks.

My meeting should only be
about an hour.

I'll be waiting.

Good luck.

The list for the masquerade
party is finalized.

Okay. We have what,
10 RSVPs, right?

- Yes, baby.
- Okay, perfect.

Oh, and I ordered the masks
and a few other toys

for some fun.

Ooh, toys.

You know what I like.

I do.

And I know just what you like.

Damn, girl.

You sucking on that shit
just right.

- Yo.
- How the fuck

did he get in here?

- I done told you...
- You know Mona had to

make sure this shit was real.

How'd you get past
security, Lavar?

You know I know people.
That ain't hard at all.

What can we do for you, Lavar?

Just had a few stops
in the neighborhood.

Oh, well, perhaps we can chat
another time.

All right?
Get the fuck out of here.

Nah, I think we can
chat right now.

My captain's still on lock down.

I thought you said you was
gonna take care of that.

I did. And I am.

But to be clear, your boy was
picked up with a lot of weight.

Since you're
in the neighborhood,

you got that package I ask for?

Nah, man. No, I don't.
You told Mona yet?

Yo, you are worried
about the wrong thing.

Man, what the fuck
you got going on?

Hey, why don't we invite Lavar
to the party

so can see for himself?

Yeah.
I like parties.

Um, I'll pick up
the package tomorrow.

Don't even worry
about that, bro.

I'll drop it off
while you're at work.

Okay, look.

Do not make me
get out of character

in front of the lady.

Man, enjoy y'all little
fufu ass lunch.

See ya, Syleena.

O.M.G., Gina!
Are you coming back

on the next season for
"Ballin'"?

- Maybe.
- I love you.

I'll be back to get your order.

Aw, thank you.

Fans. Can't live with them.

- Can't live without them.
- Can't live without them.

Okay. Be honest.

Why haven't they
renewed my contract?

Look, the producers feel

that you wasn't that forthcoming
this season.

Not to mention the other girl's
social media followers

have skyrocketed.

- More followers?
- Yes.

Are you serious?

Why does it feel
like everybody's trying

to bring me down?

This is so fucked up.

I'm the one
who put "Ballin'" on the map.

Not to mention, I'm the only one
that's married

to a star player.

A piece of shit, but a star.

These bum bitches, all they do
is bend over

and twerk for some tickets and
throw a dude up on their Gram.

You know this shit is fucked up.

That's what I told them.

That you are a star and you
deserve to have your own.

But they want Julio,
and he won't do it.

They see the pull back from you.

They feel that he's detaching
you from the spotlight.

Fuck, why does it feel like
Julio's controlling my life?

You're way too smart for that.
Way too smart to be controlled.

Hate to say it.

I've been telling you
that you need to have your own.

How? And with what?
You just finished telling me

they want to get me
off of "Ballin'"

And plus, if it was up to Julio,
I'd be home, knocked up,

pushing out babies
left to right,

and at his beck and call
for 24 hours a day.

Bitch, what you need
is your own show.

- My own show?
- Yes!

We can even dive
into Julio's cheating

to make it more interesting.

He's not even
doing that anymore.

Can you believe it?

He's out here
acting like a fucking saint.

Be creative.

Creating a the story line
around the rumors

could be something
to start this season.

Unless you can think
of something better.

Shh. I'm thinking.

Okay, I just need to add,
we need salacious.

- Yes.
- Scandalous.

- Ooh.
- Something so juicy

that people will miss
they Grandma's funeral to watch.

If not, it may be time to hang
up your reality career.

Bitch, never.

Then come up with a story line

that will leave them
wanting more.

From there, the sky
is the limit.

You can become your own brand.

And I'm not pushing you
to this topic, but affairs sell.

So.

Well, there is an affair.

It's just not Julio's.

Listen, Cherise,
thank you so much

for seeing me unannounced.

I didn't think I'd see your face
after that shit show last month.

Yeah, I heard about that.
I think you said I shit the bed.

And I was being generous.

Well, I'll admit
that I was caught off guard

by Chris' vilification,
but it won't happen again.

You're right. It won't.

I was off my game. Okay?

I mean, you were
absolutely right.

I should have been prepared
to talk about Marissa's murder.

Testifying at Maxwell's trial

was one of the lowest points
of my life.

I mean, it took me
to a really, really dark place.

I started drinking
just to numb the pain.

Yes, I've heard some stories
floating around.

But now I am just trying
to restructure

my life, my career.

So please, all of that,
it was on me.

Here's my two year chip.

Wow. I, um... I had no idea.

I get it. Shit gets tough.

But you can't handle
all this stuff on your own.

Have you attended
any AA meetings?

No. I...

Thank you for sharing,
but I'm going to stop on my own.

I ran with that story
for 10 years

before I could face
the hard facts.

I needed help.
I was literally drowning.

Attend a meeting.

So, where do we go from here,
Dr. Logan?

That is a good question,
and why I'm here.

I wanted to give you this.

It is the manuscript
for my new book,

"Born to Cheat: Why Men and
Women Can't Be Monogamous,

But They Can Stay Married."

Wasn't Marissa cheating
on her husband?

Cherise, you know, I cannot
discuss any of that with you.

But I'm going to cover
that topic in my book.

Actually, you know,
I shouldn't be telling you this,

but I've launched a really
unorthodox research project,

and I am going to blow the lid
off of female sexuality

and the myth of monogamy.

I call it
"The Penthouse Project."

If this book is successful,
we may be able to get that

talk show back on the table.

Geez.

Thanks, my G.

You seen Miss Mona Dee?

Ah, I see you brought my bitch.

What up, Mona? How you doing?
I like your outfit.

I bet you do.

So Lavar tells me that you got
some special requests.

Yes, I do. We're having a party.

What I didn't realize is we got
a snitch ass bitch on the team.

Snitch? Nigga, I'm about
sick of your fucking mouth.

Lavar, stay focused, okay?

Yeah, nephew. Stay focused.

Beat your ass, nigga.

So, what does my product
you have to do with your party?

Good question.

So I can't really give out
all the details,

but just know this party
is going to set us up

something real lovely.

You just got to trust us,
Mona Dee.

In God. We trust.
All others, cash.

I trust you as far as I can
throw your ass.

Turn around. Let me see it.

Yeah, that's what the fuck
I'm talking about!

Shut your damn mouth, Lavar.

So, Syleena, you know, this is
a lot more than that little shit

you used to do for Link
back in the day.

You sure you can handle this?

Come on, Mona. You know our
girl's smart with it.

Man, fuck this nigga!

He ain't even got my mans
out yet, Dee.

He playing' you for real, man.

- Lavar.
- Man, fuck that. We playin'?

I want to play with her.

LaVar, carry your ass
to the office.

Man, for real, auntie?

You want to come, too, Syleena?

I can show you
where I keep my blicky.

- Now!
- Fuck this, man.

Beat your ass, nigga.

So, what the fuck does
my product

got to do with your party?

Well, because it's the best,
obviously.

We want to feature
your product at our party.

From this weekend,
is going to start the first

of many high profile,

highly secure masquerade
penthouse parties.

Huh?

Like she said, we can't tell you
everything right now,

but if this goes well,

it could be
a perfect opportunity

to make some new friends.

To be honest, this could be the
way you can move from the street

to dealing party favors
for these rich motherfuckers.

Nigga, does this look like
motherfucking party city to you?

I don't run no fuckin' party
promotion business.

But I do, and I can
promise you this is

going to be an instant success.

You know, I always deliver
for you, Mona.

You know me.

This ain't no different.

You motherfuckers better
not be playin' me.

Oh, and Lavar
want to fuck your bitch.

So don't make me give that nigga
no green light to do so.

Miss Mona Dee, if you knew
anything about me,

you'd know there's two things
I don't play with...

My money or my wife.

All right then, nigga.

You got it.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Come on, baby, let's go.

Lavar.

Do we have a problem?

You need to dead that nigga.

I say what we do
and where we do it.

Am I clear, nigga?

I got that.

We don't got time for you
to be losing focus.

Leave that nigga's bitch alone.

I got a plan,
and we need to stick to it.

You done figured out
how many boys to put down there

on Fourth and Southeast?

Yeah, I got that.

Look like you ain't got
none of your shit together.

Running in and out
your fucking emotions

like you done lost your goddamn
mind, letting this bitch in

and this nigga knock
you off your shit.

What the fuck wrong with you?

Tighten up, nephew.

I said I got it!

Who the fuck is you talking to?

Watch how you talk to me, nigga.

I'd hate for your daddy to come
home and your ass be gone.

Get the fuck out of here!

And I don't want to hear
no more shit

about no motherfucking Terrell.

Fuck this shit, man!

Fuck Terrell. Bitch ass.

Mm.

Baby, I love you.

- Mm.
- I love you, baby.

You know, I really love
cooking for you.

Yeah?

Remember you used to
love my sancocho, my...

Ooh, my flan.

Mm.

You know what?

Maybe we should fire the chef.

Wait, what?

First step to getting you
in the kitchen,

barefoot and pregnant.

Barefoot and pregnant?

Julio, you know
I fucking hate when you

say that shit.

It reminds me of my...
My mother.

Come on, Gina.

She had a house full of ninos.

But we're not poor.
We're fucking rich.

No, you're fucking rich.

I don't have nothing to my name
unless you give it to me

or unless you want the world
to know you bought it for me.

And every fucking day
I live in this house, Julio,

you make it very fucking known
that you built this shit.

So really, this is your money.
I want money of my own.

Why do you need
your own money? Huh?

I take damn good care of you.
Look at... Look at you.

As long as you act right,

you won't have
to want for nothing.

And there's plenty of bitches
who want babies

by that $100 million man.

So think about it.

Think about it?

You know, there's more to life
than having children, right?

Think about it.

A beautiful baby girl
who looks just like

her beautiful mother.

A baby boy, a strong baby boy
that looks just like

his superstar father.

$200 million man in the house.
Think about it, baby.

Come on.

Papi, as great as that sounds,

you and I both know once
we start having babies,

they don't stop coming.

And what about me?

When you get tired of me,

am I supposed to
live a miserable,

lonely fucking life
and end up like my mother?

Yo, Mark.

You got some good news for me?

Uh-huh.

Gina! Mark says to make
the fucking post already.

Gina.

$100 million man.

But you need all my millions
of fuckin' followers.

Have a good night.

Oh, shit.

Oh, goodness.

Uh...

Oh, come on.

Pick up.

Hey, Dr a ya. What's up?

Hey, hey, hey.
Listen, Crystal.

I wanted to give you a call
to let you know

I spoke with Cherise Chan,

and I pitched her
the Penthouse project,

and she fucking loves it.

Are we sure it's wise
to be so public?

I hear Maxwell
is working on an appeal.

Listen, I've got this, okay?

And, no, it's still a work
in progress, but come on.

She loves the book.
All right?

And this is good.
This is a good thing.

Sounds like we're back
in bed with CNA.

Yeah, maybe.
But this time, without the shit.

Listen, I wanted you
to be the first to know,

but I've got to run, okay?

I'm in the elevator.
I am going...

I'm going to lose you.

- Well?
- I gave her an ultimatum.

Now we're just going to have
to wait and see.

Do you want a drink?

Fuck.

Gina Rodriguez?

I'm gonna need you to come down
and answer a few questions

at the station for me, okay?

Station for what?

Follow me.

You've got to be fucking
kidding me.

I'm not a mind reader.
Why am I here?

Well, first of all, we just want
to thank you for volunteering

to come down to talk to us.

Is this a joke?

You guys forced me
to come down here,

and I really need to go.

Mrs. Rodriguez,
we don't want to take up

much of your time,
but we do have a few questions.

Good.

We just want to talk to you
about your penthouse.

And the body we found there.

I don't know who that is.

I don't have a penthouse.

So now what?

Well, see, I figured you'd say
that. Didn't I say that?

He did. He did say that.

I said that Julio Rodriguez,
one of my favorite players,

by the way, lives in a mansion
in the Potomac area.

That's exactly what
he said, and then I said,

"Wow, that is a nice area."

I mean, really nice, at least
from what I hear, you know?

That area is way
above my pay grade.

You guys know you're reaching,
right?

Because I don't know
who that is.

I don't have a penthouse.

And I'm sure, Mr. Dickens,

you could afford to live
in the waterfront.

So why don't you take that up
with your H&R?

Can I go now?

I'm just wondering how far
you'll go to cover up

your dirty little secrets.

I don't have any secrets.

Oh, now, Miss Rodriguez,
everybody has secrets.

You've been seen frequenting
the Towers quite often lately.

- Por que?
- And with a handsome man.

Mm-hmm. Now, you know, Dickens,
I'm not a baseball fan.

But that don't look like
Julio Rodriguez to me.

Aye.

Alejandro.

Hey, can an old guy get
some English in here, por favor?

Alejandro is my brother in law,
my security guard,

my personal driver.

Not to mention some
of my favorite boutiques

are in that building,
so whatever you guys are trying

to conjure up here, good luck.

Your brother in law, huh?

Since when does a brother in law

grab you here?

That who I think it is?

Why don't you go ahead
and answer the door,

Detective Dickens.

Don't mind if I do.

I was just on my way
to meet my husband.

I'm sure he's looking for me.

Come on in, Mr. Rodriguez.

Your wife was just
telling us about Alejandro.