All language subtitles for Diarra From Detroit s01e02 The Russian.eng

[music]

DIARRA:
When this shit first started,

I was not in my right mind.

I was heartbroken.

I remember you having
some big house in Grosse Point,

and a fine-ass man with money.

First of all,
put your bitch-ass hands up.

Danger? Danger Johnson?

Diarra? You back on the block?
What up, though?

Pride is for lions, Dee.

You need something
to help you through the divorce.

I'm giving Swa
the time and space to miss me.

Uh, it's time to move on, bruh.

Let's pretend
that this is our third date.

CHRIS:And I might even know you
biblically at this point.

DIARRA:Yeah, maybe.

Aja, I am deeply
in like with this dude.

Oh, God. Jesus wept.

DIARRA:
Should I call the police?

TEA: To tell them
you've been ghosted?

I did not get ghosted.

If he doesn't apologize,
I'm just gonna key his car

- and we can be out.
- Chris?

- [screams]
- Is this the nigga?

This goulash ass nigga?

- Ow!
- Who are you? Where is Chris?

Where is the guy who lives here?

I'm just trying to make sure
that he's okay. Hey!

WOMAN: Deonte Brooks.

Probably been dead
25-30 years by now.

DIARRA:There wasn't a doubt
in my mind it was him.

[soft music playing]

[woman singing
in foreign language]

Om...

Om...

Who the fuck is you?
And why is you naked?

Oh, shit.

[grunting]

Ahh!

Oh, hell no!

Get the fuck off me!

Get- no!

[grunting]

Get the fuck...

Shit ain't even fair!

[both talking, yelling]

[grunting]

[shouting indistinctly]

[glass breaking]

This is Tank.
Yeah, I got him tied up.

Man, y'all niggas don't pay me
enough for this shit.

A'ight, bye.

DIARRA:Hello, Chris?

[knocking]
Hello? Chris?

[door creaking]

Wait, wait, wait.

Okay, I got my switchblade,
my taser, and my brass knuckles.

Do you always carry
those things, Moni?

Brass knuckles
is just for the East Side.

- You know me.
- Okay, John Wick, you stay here.

Anything pops off,
I'll holler.

Yo, let's go. Let's go.
[car starting]

- What the fuck, Tank?
- Some chicks showed up.

DIARRA:Confession-
I can't lie,

that shit was weird.

I was convinced
my missing Tinder date

was an actual missing person,
and it was comforting,

'cause it meant
I wasn't ghosted,

and there had to be some
other reason he was missing.

And now I didn't even know
what the hell to call him.

Chris? Ambien?
Deonte?

Now, I'm not proud of it,

but my curiosity drove me
back to his apartment

for three days straight.

I interviewed
his neighbors,

and come up with nothing-
not a piece of trash,

or an airline ticket,
or a single clue.

Except the keychain-

a dead end
wrapped around a string.

[dog barking]

And there it was.

My first clue
that I wasn't crazy.

Maybe Chris was Deonte,

and maybe he wasn't
just missing.

Maybe he needed my help.

[music]

- Oh, baby.
- Mm-hmm.

You remember I'm working
late tonight, right?

- I'll save you a plate.
- And don't forget to help RJ

- with the science homework.
- Mm.

Teacher say he's getting
real good.

Yeah, 'cause we getting
better at it.

Unh.

Oh, shit, did you wash
Bria's dance clothes?

Oh, yeah,
it's in the dryer, baby.

Ooh, I'm halfway
to heaven, baby, come on.

Uh-uh, slow down,
slow down, wait for me.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Hurry up, hurry up.

[both moaning]
Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck, so I unloaded
the dishwasher last night,

so you ain't got
to worry about it.

Oh, God, here I go.
Here I go.

[both moaning simultaneously]

Oh, baby.

[both breathing heavily]

I got you something.

I thought we said
we was gonna chill

on spending that extra money.

Bam.

Woman, can I treat
my wife, please?

Huh?

I love it.

[sighing]
Yeah.

DIARRA:I knew something
was off.

No Black man leaves a Jordan
on the side of the road

- unless he's under duress.
- Ow!

Can I have
a contemplative moment?

Fuck.

And I was possessed by this
all-consuming desire to save him.

Major headline-
I found Deonte Brooks,

the missing kid from 1995.

You think you found
his remains?

No.
No, all of him remains.

So, where is he now?

I don't know
where he is right now.

So, you came down here to tell
us that Deonte Brooks is missing?

- Yes.
- Ma'am, we already knew that.

No, I think he was taken...
again.

Oh, Jesus wept, Dee. Girl,
what are you talking about?

We need to find the Russian.

He either witnessed
Chris' abduction,

or he knows something
about who did it.

How does a nigga get so unlucky

to get kidnapped twice
in one lifetime?

That's what
we need to find out.

So that I can find my boyfriend.

But not your
boyfriend-boy...

Well, not
my boyfriend-boyfriend,

but you know, he's-
he's my boyfriend.

[sighs]
So, last Friday, you matched

- with Chris on Tinder.
- Yes.

- You went on a date.
- We did.

And you had intercourse.

Which I normally
wouldn't have done,

except we both agreed
it was like a third date.

[clears throat]

Can you write that down?

[sighs]
After he ghosted you,

you and your beefed-out homegirl
broke into his apartment

and found a tied-up
naked Frenchman.

Russian.
Definitely a Russian.

Who also managed to escape,

but not before dropping
a keychain.

Yes.

Maybe wanna log that
into evidence, or...

I'm sorry, do you have,
like, water or snacks?

You haven't offered me anything.

Okay.
A little advice.

You wanna meet a nice guy,
sign up for eHarmony

or Match.com.

Don't patronize me, okay?

That is literally
why nobody likes you guys.

My wife likes me.
I met her on Match.com.

I don't care, okay?
We need to find the Russian.

We find the Russian,
we find Chris.

We find Chris,
we find out what happened

to Deonte Brooks in 1995.

Mm.

Okay, are you stupid,

or are you just pretending
to be stupid?

I'm not going nowhere

until I get some
motherfucking justice.

Asshole!

See, this is why we need
to defund the police.

That's right, spending all your money
on guns, and you can't solve shit.

Oh, hi.
I'm kidding.

I'm kidding, I'm just kidding.

- MAN: I got it.
- I'm kidding.

We good.
I got her.

I'm gonna go look for the funds
to find your Frenchman.

He was Russian.

Whatever.

DIARRA:You can't go anywhere
in this city

without running into
one of Swa's siblings.

Since he's the oldest,
they always reported back.

This nigga had more spies
than the USSR.

- [clears throat] You good, Dee?
- Yes, yeah, I'm perfect.

Parking tickets just get me
a little riled up.

Look, I know divorce
can be rough, okay?

Pssh, not to me, okay?

I'm- I'm actually
seeing somebody already,

so you can tell your brother
that I am good.

Tell him I'm splendid.

- Splendid?
- Splendid.

DIARRA:I don't know why I bother
with the police anyway.

If somebody was gonna save
a twice-kidnapped Black man

with a perfect dick, it was
probably gonna have to be me.

- MAN: Okay.
- Good morning.

Morning.

Moni, that's nice.

You must be working overtime.

Professor, you paid your fare, now
just go on ahead, get out the way, okay?

Or your old man
trying to butter you up.

What'd he do this time?

Man, just go sit
your ass down.

[Professor laughing]

Can't you run DNA on it?

I teach earth science,
I'm not CSI.

It looks like some kind
of tribal symbol.

I figure with all
the tramp-stamp twinks

you've boned, you of all people
could identify it.

Look, hetero, I ain't seen no
shit like that before in my life.

Do you have a history of
mental illness in your family?

Porter.

DIARRA:Mr. Porter taught world history
and was himself a relic.

Porter!

White flight happened in 1967,

and his ass still
didn't know to leave.

Do you know
what this symbol means?

Why do you ask?

I just like to know stuff.

It looks ancient European.

Greek, probably.
Pagan.

It's connected
to the Hellenistic Period.

Ow!

What- what in the fuck
is wrong with you?

Well, I heard
you were getting a divorce.

- Give me my charm, you pervert.
- Sorry.

DIARRA:I do not understand
white people,

especially old white people.

GIRL: Whose daddy is that?

He fine.

DIARRA:I hadn't seen Swa
in months.

And I'd forgotten
just how fine he was.

[school bell ringing]
Surprise.

Swa, you got two minutes.

Aaron said that you were down
at the station

going on about
finding the Frenchman.

- So what?
- So, Francois means Frenchman.

Oh, okay.

[laughing] Okay, so you
think this is about you.

The gall.
It's not.

So, you get the papers?

Hey, come here.

You're in charge.
Pop quiz.

Extra credit for anyone
who can tell me what this is.

Okay, go.

- So, you got the papers.
- Yes. Yes.

Didn't your creepy-ass process
server tell you I got the papers?

Maybe next time, you can send
over the Manson family,

or, I don't know,
some Jehovah's Witnesses.

You are so cute
when you're deflecting.

Stop, Swa.
Do not come up to my job

telling me what the fuck
I'm doing.

And don't compliment me.

Okay, go ahead,
go ahead, run, run.

Running, running from all
the hard conversations,

- that's what you do.
- Excuse me, I do not see a pass

in your hand, young lady.
Let's move.

Conversations
about open marriage aren't hard.

They're hurtful and offensive,

- and a logistical nightmare.
- We were brainstorming, right?

We were brainstorming together,
so excuse me

if I'm throwing out suggestions
on how to fix our marriage.

- I apologize about that.
- By adding other people to it.

- How much sense does that make?
- But then just say that!

You gotta say that
instead of just giving me

the silent treatment
for three months.

Swa, I'm not stupid, okay?

You asked me
for an open marriage

because you were
already cheating.

[laughing]
Oh, here we go.

Running and jumping
to conclusions.

You know, you should be
a track star, really.

- You really should.
- Swa, I know who she is.

I saw her on Instagram, okay?

She posts way too many pictures
of herself at the gym.

It's like, we get it, ho,
you lift dumbbells.

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

If you're seeing somebody else,
then what's the hold-up, Dee?

Hire a lawyer.

DIARRA:As I watched him go,
I still couldn't believe it was real.

I was about
to become a divorcee

with a lot more bills to pay.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You're not gonna pay my AmEx?

Swa!

[sighs]

AJA:Yeah, you definitely
need a lawyer.

Aja, I don't have time
for that right now, okay?

I need to research
ancient Greek symbols.

I need to post on Nextdoor.

I mean, it really
shouldn't be this hard

to find a naked Russian
on the East Side, but...

[tea kettle whistling loudly]

Aja, hold on.

[whistling continues]

You remember
my shampoo girl, Max?

Yo.

What the fuck?

We not doing this.

- Sit down, please.
- Doing what?

The amateur detective thing.

Dee, every woman has been
through this one time or the other.

My cousin Latrice, girl,
she got a sham IG account,

a burner phone,
and a fake passport

to keep tabs on her baby daddy.

Did she find anything good?

- What?
- Remember when I broke up

with that nigga we do not name?

You mean Jonathan.

The negro we do not name.

Sorry, I wasn't sure
if you meant him,

or Big Mike,
or that little bitty guy.

I could have embarrassed myself
chasing around

other rebound niggas
to later be unnamed.

I'm not embarrassing myself.

You are.
But guess what, Dee?

I focused on my business, girl,
and I leveled up.

And I know that I couldn't
have done any of that

without my God- amen-
and my women's group.

No.
Aja?

Aja, no.
Hell, no.

Yes, I have redirected
my women's group here

to throw you a divorce party
and to surround you

with collective feminine wisdom.

It's an intervention,
and it's happening.

- Just let it happen.
- Thank you, Max.

[hip-hop music playing]

Oh, my God, Diarra!

- Oh, whoa.
- It gets better.

You will learn to change
your own oil.

Okay?
I promise.

DIARRA:You know, it's like
I prefer what I call

a Stevie Wonder style
of Black person,

meaning someone you can tell
is Black with your eyes closed.

Oh, my God, thank you.
[chuckles]

You'll survive.

Black women, we always survive.

What doesn't kill us
makes us stronger.

DIARRA:I wasn't sure if she
thought I was getting a divorce

or working as a sharecropper
in 1875.

Either way,
she was depressing as hell.

[sighs]

The key is to sever his
energetic ties from your pussy.

It takes three years
and a lot of acupuncture,

or...

you can use a Selenite dagger.

[chuckles]
Oh!

- Very nifty. Okay.
- Yeah.

You know what, I should go
write all that down.

- Yeah, you should.
- Yes.

Oh!
[laughing]

Show me ancient Greek symbols
and their meanings.

Who has all this damn company
on a weeknight?

Tacky ass.

[phone chimes, wooshes]

[car approaching]

Oh, I know they not parking
on my side of the street.

Mm-mm.

Empower-mint julip?

No.

Can I have a shot
of tequila, please?

Oh.
It's that type of party?

No.
But I am open to finding

- that type of party.
- AJA: Excuse me, sorry.

Can I talk to you
for a minute?

Come on, let us...

[clears throat]

Welcome
to the single girl's club.

The only rule is that we don't
wallow in the fuck shit.

All right?
I got you, and you got me.

Okay? Always.
In Jesus name.

DIARRA:It was clear Aja might
have needed this party more than I did.

Deal.

[glasses clinking]

- Mm!
- Mm, strong.

Aja, can I ask you a question?

Yeah.

Was Swa cheating
the whole time?

Yeah, I-
I don't really know, Dee.

Slight issue.

MONI: What in the bougie
housewives is this shit?

Ma'am, this is
a private party.

Oh, shit.

DIARRA:Then again,
Stevie Wonder style Black people

are not always all
they cracked up to be either.

You... you got people parked
on both sides of the street

inches from my driveway
on a school night.

And why the plates
so damn small?

Oh, and why was I not invited
to this private party?

Who is this?

This is childhood friend, Moni.

Oh, I see.
I'm just a childhood friend.

No, this is
my current friend, Moni?

- No, I'm not.
- This is my neighbor,

and she is a fucking nightmare.

- Bingo.
- Moni, we're having

a funeral for my marriage.
Is that all right with you?

Y'all got yak?

DIARRA:Oh, come on,
come on, come on.

Yes, jackpot.

The Triskelion-

associated with life,
death, and rebirth.

Why did your girl
just roll up in here

- like her ass was on fire?
- [laughing]

[echoing]
...her ass was on fire?

It's connected with
the Hellenistic Period.

Greek probably. Pagan.

I don't know what kind
of weird sex shit y'all into.

[indistinct whispering]

Give me a minute.

The Triskelion and kinky sex.

- Oh, no.
- I found this on the web.

5,000 matches.
Article how the Triskelion

became the international symbol
of BDSM.

You may like bondage,
dildoes, edging,

cum swap, orgies, anal beads.

Ladies, I think we need
to lay hands and pray

- over my friend.
- [sighs]

DIARRA:It had been staring me
in the face the whole time.

Chris and his Russian
were into BDSM,

and maybe I was chasing my tail,

otherwise known as having
a bad reaction to my divorce.

And I wasn't the only one.

- Niggas ain't shit, no way!
- No way.

That's my thing, and Swa,
he's so fucking manipulative.

- They always to that.
- Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.

- Always, always.
- They always do that.

And then he wants to turn
his shit around on me.

And I know this nigga's lying

- about something.
- Yes!

Even Mary J. got off
the struggle love train.

She said, um...
Go, Mary.

We need romance.
Romance me.

The most romantic thing
my husband ever did

- was ask me to peg him.
- What the fuck?

[overlapping chatter]

It's really-
it's really nice.

- He just talks too much.
- Y'all, y'all choosing

- the wrong ones.
- Wow.

You won't let
your men be men.

- That is so heteronormative.
- Yes.

Really heteronormative.

All right,
big word, big word.

Listen, right now, my husband
has a little secret, right?

Mm-mm, you need to beat it
out of him right now.

Okay, okay, calm down.

When he is ready,
he will tell me.

[laughter]

Girl, I let my husband
have a secret too, boo.

You wanna know what it was?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

He would go to the hotel
by the airport, smoke meth.

And fuck a bunch of dudes.

Tell me a Black man
smokes meth.

- I don't know no meth.
- Wow, okay.

I think I've had enough advice
for one night.

- Thank you guys so much...
- I thought we were sharing.

...for coming over
and sharing your stories.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, friend, hold on.

- What?
- Why don't you tell the group

what you were doing?

[mouthing silently]

[mumbling] I was trying
to solve a cold case.

- What?
- Uh-huh.

You're mumbling.
Can't hear you.

I was trying to solve
a cold case.

I was trying
to find Deonte Brooks.

- There, are you happy?
- Who?

- Who is- who is that?
- Wait, the milk carton kid from the '90s?

That's why we went
to the East Side, Dee?

You know what,
I totally get it, okay?

Because I tried to solve
several cold cases

when I was going
through my divorce.

Thank you.

You were listening to podcasts.

My friend is running
those streets looking for clues.

In my defense...

I thought it could be
the beginning

of this really great...

love story.

She's gone-gone.

DIARRA:I realize the only thing
that was gonna bring me peace

was knowing if me and Chris
were real.

I needed answers,
and a getaway driver.

I'm gonna go use the bathroom.

It's called a Domme token.

It's something a dominatrix
would give a submissive.

So, if we find the Domme,
we find the Russian.

Search sex shops nearby.

Oh, Lord.

My cookie's about
to be in shambles.

Oh, that's the shit.
Yeah, that vibrating cock ring.

It's got some power.

But that thing right there
is too damn much.

I ain't trying to take
nobody to urgent care again.

Did you and Swa
have a toy chest?

We did not.
Sex already feels good.

If you need all this,
maybe you not doing it right.

Aw, you sound basic,
and old, and sad.

I am not basic, or old, or sad.

I listen to Megan Thee Stallion,

I just don't know what the fuck
she's talking about

all the time,
but I'm listening.

Okay, so if you such
a good girl,

what you doing
chasing dick all over Detroit?

I am not chasing dick,
I am in search of a man

with whom I had
a beautiful connection.

Okay, and what happens
when you find out

the vanishing negro
goes both ways?

Mm-hmm.
[laughing]

Breeders are so close-minded.

Please, don't call me
a breeder.

I didn't breed.

It's probably why Swa cheated.

Okay, so- so if he cheated,
and he probably did,

it's because sex is fun, Dee.

And giving one person the key
to your entire sexual identity

is less fun,
you know what I mean?

What you think,
I'm the last romantic?

Yeah.
[line ringing]

Um, hello.
Per your website,

you do the finest
personalized Domme tags?

Yes, and I am-
I wanted to come in be...

You're closing up early
for an event?

I'm sorry, what's-
what kind of event?

Them hos just mad.

[hip-hop music playing faintly]

Roman.

Hey, babe.

Hey, baby.
I got you a plate.

Oh, thanks.

I'll be home soon.

I'll be home... soon.

Babe?

Okay.

I knew he'd be in Royal Oak.

All weird white people
stay in Royal Oak.

[laughing]
God, I hate techno.

I see why we let white people
hijack it.

Uh...

One token, one entry.

Gen pop is that way.

- It's okay.
- You sure?

Yeah.

All right,
anything happen to her,

- I kill everybody in there.
- He's kidding.

I'm not kidding.

[loud hip-hop music playing]

Nice set.

What's your name?

Reggie.
Yours?

Whatever you want it to be.

You just do
a fucking magic trick?

The corniest shit I ever seen.

- Mo, listen.
- What am I missing?

The bank denied the loan?

How much we into
the Woodward Boys for, Roman?

50 grand.

[sighs, whimpers]

Listen, listen, listen.
Hey, hey.

I'm gonna fix it, okay?

[music]

DIARRA:A voice in my head
was telling me to turn around

and run like hell,
but I was intrigued.

Honestly, it might have
turned me on

to give my ex
a good spanking,

to punish his ass for the way
he made me feel-

confused, and unwanted-

to turn those feelings of pain
into pleasure.

Shit, maybe these weird kinky
freaks were onto something.

No judgment.

[whip cracking]

And maybe I was
onto something too.

Ah, you are strange woman.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

You're the one
who was tied up

inside my almost-boyfriend's
house.

[laughing]

You mean abandonment play?

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

Abandonment play, your Domme
ties you up in a new location.

For me, it's exciting.

So, you weren't
sleeping with Chris?

Well, I'm not gay.
But maybe next lifetime, huh?

I have a question.

Why do you stalk
an almost-boyfriend

who does not want
to be found, hm?

I'm not stalking.
I'm concerned.

Ah, concerned.

You're a romantic.

Molly?
You want molly?

DIARRA:What happened next
is a bit fuzzy.

But I had to keep the party
going, keep him talking.

I remember thinking...

Yeah, why not?

If only I could figure out
who cloned my phone.

RUSSIAN: To your health.

Let the games begin.

[techno music playing]

DIARRA:And then
the strangest thing happened.

I was the one who kept talking
and touching myself.

And he kept talking
and touching himself.

What if my ex was right,

and I should just go
crawling back to him

like a good little submissive?

Oh, my God,
I feel so good.

RUSSIAN: I was always
into what my ex-wives were into.

- Mm.
- Wife one, cuckolding.

Wife two, group stuff.

Wife three, kayaking.

- That was me and Swa.
- No identity of my own!

It was like his world,
his friends, his money.

Every divorce is like that.
I've had three.

Each time, I had to master
the art of rebirth.

Like Tom Cruise.

Oh, my God, I love Tom Cruise.

The Scientology, huh?

- Who fucking cares!
- Who fucking cares!

[echoing]
You want molly?

[loud disco music playing]

This is my favorite one, huh?
[whip cracking]

Hey, ain't no white man
getting near me with a whip,

whether I'm high or not.

Somebody tell his ass
to back up.

[whip cracking]
Back up.

Yes, Mistress.

Molly?

How much drugs are you on?

A lot!

[loud dance music playing]

Two truths and a lie, go.

I do my best work naked.

- Mm.
- That is 100% true.

Mm-mm, you're not supposed
to tell me yet.

I am in this country illegally.

That is also true.

[laughing]
Wow.

You are trash at this game.
[phone ringing]

[laughing]

[ringing continues]

DIARRA:I was halfway down the
rabbit hole and I didn't even know it.

I wasn't sure if we were playing
two truths and a lie

or cat and mouse.

I'm wanna go check out
the BDSM rooms.

I don't really know
who I am anymore.

Mm.

I've had enough, and I-
I need to go home.

Ah, you are good.

[laughing]

WOMAN: So-called respectability

is a reaction
to white supremacy.

It is our revolutionary duty
as Black women

to decolonize our fantasies.

DIARRA: I have found
the only dominatrix

with a minor
in Africana studies.

Our safe word is "diaspora."

You need a safe word.
[echoing] Safe word.

My safe word is,
I'm not doing shit

Sojourner Truth wouldn't do.

That's a whole sentence.

[whispering]
Is this okay?

Yes.

[gasps lightly]

[whip cracking]

[whip cracking]

RUSSIAN:
We are like grand palace.

Like- like the Kremlin.

But we get into relationships,

and we don't free ourselves
to go in all the rooms.

- Mm.
- But divorce says go in every room!

Turn on every fucking light

and figure out
how to turn yourself on.

This is the best divorce party
I have ever been to.

DIARRA:It was an exploration
of self, really.

We were alone, together.

I had decided to let go,
to submit only to the music

and let it dominate me.

♪ The house of God ♪

I went deep inside,

I opened all the doors
of my house,

and I listened
only to myself.

And everything in me
was saying one thing.

This Russian motherfucker
is completely full of shit.

[music playing loudly]

Hey.

- You're full of shit.
- [laughing]

You are full of shit!

Nice shoes, nice watch,
nice belt,

and a burner phone.

Who in the fuck
are you talking to?

Ow...

- Oh.
- Who the fuck

are you working for, huh?

And where the fuck
is Deonte?

DIARRA:There it was-
Chris was Deonte,

and I wasn't the only one
who knew it.

I'll fucking blow
your brains out.

Who the fuck...?
[loud bang, women screaming]

[high-pitch ringing]

You okay, you good?

Come on, come on, let's go.

[siren wailing in distance]

Whoo!
Who wants some White Castle?

Yo, these niggas out here
shooting at the Underground.

- Can't go nowhere.
- Are you stupid?

Get off live.

DJ: That's Detroit, baby.

TEA: You like hood shit, huh?

Hey. Hey, you okay?
You all right?

RUSSIAN: [echoing]
Where the fuck is Deonte?

Where the fuck is Deonte?

WOMAN: Deonte!

Deonte!

Deonte, stay close.

I'm not about
to tell you again.

Don't fucking judge me.

Deonte, get your butt
over here.

Can you help me?

REPORTER:Twenty-three minutes,

that's how long
Vonda Brooks waited

before looking for her son.

Police in the entire city
are asking why.

Deonte is a good boy,
and we love him so much.

I know my baby
is still out there.

If you have any information about
where he is, please call the police.

And whoever has him,
please bring him back home.

We miss him.

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