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DIARRA: I found Deonte Brooks.

REPORTER: The missing kid from 1995.

TEA: You broke into his apartment

and found a tied up, naked Frenchman.

Russian.

Welcome to the Single Girls Club.

I got you and you got me.

Always, in Jesus' name.

You keep my name out your fucking mouth!

ALL: Oh! REPORTER: 23 minutes.

That's how long Vonda Brooks waited

before looking for her son.

Please bring him back home.

How much we into the Woodward Boys for, Roman?

50 grand.

Who in the fuck are you talking to?

Where the fuck is Deonte? The fuck...?

[gunshot, screams]

Come on, come on.

DIARRA: Some moments in life are mercilessly unforgettable.

But you can't call in traumatized to work.

If you could, the district might not have many teachers...

- MAN: Miss Brickland. - DIARRA: Or students.

Yes? Or parents.

My niece, Wandreeka Griffin.

Oh.

[loud bang, Diarra sobbing]

DIARRA: And being a Black woman

makes everything more difficult.

Can't even take a trauma shower

without worrying about getting your fucking hair wet.

[loud bang]

I wanted Chris, but all I had

was a bloody phone, taunting me,

daring me to forget for three days straight.

[phone clicking]

- Burner phone. - What the fuck are you worth?

- Silencer. - Where the fuck is Deonte?

Hitman.

And if there's one number in a burner,

it had to be who sent him, right?

[whimpering] Okay.

This is crazy, crazy, crazy.

[sighs]

[line trilling]

MAN: Mr. Greek's. Hello?

DIARRA: Or maybe after a night of drugs and BDSM,

the Russian just wanted pizza.

It was reasonable.

[knocking]

Coming! Shit.

I'm coming!

[knocking]

And Danger was still pissed about his fish.

That was reasonable too.

I know you going through some shit right now, D.

But you roll up in my crib, you gonna have to be responsible

for the energy you bring in that motherfucking space.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

It's dope.

- Nigerian? - Yeah.

It's from the TJ Maxx...

[clicking tongue] ...Home Store tribe.

I like that collection.

My mama taught me three things before she died.

How to make sure the count ain't off,

how to hotwire a car,

how to make silver dollar pancakes from scratch.

You wanna talk about it?

I went to a club to try to celebrate my divorce,

and I saw somebody get shot.

This is my wheelhouse, D.

It'd be my honor to patch you up with a hood patch.

I used to be a Scout leader for Bone when he was young.

But dog, a lot of merit badges, fucking unnecessary.

Stupid shit-- wilderness survival,

stamp collecting.

Nigga, for what?

So, I made it apropos to the environment.

Drink.

So, you're saying there's some kind of merit badge

for seeing some fucked up shit.

Uh, not just seeing it. Surviving.

Last one I got was when my ex-wife

tried to strangle me with a phone charger.

Interesting.

Danger, I don't need a hood patch.

Mm.

Right now, your mind is showing you

one grimy-ass scene on a loop.

This is good as fuck.

Put your mind someplace better.

- That's your safe place. - Okay.

I'll try that sometime, thank you.

No, right now. Close your eyes.

- No. - Nigga, close your eyes.

Now, put your attention on the energy center

known as your root chakra.

In females, it's located between your pussy

- and your asshole. - Okay, nigga.

- That's where it is. - I know where

my root chakra is, I don't need you

to be so vivid.

Put your focus on your root chakra then, damn.

Now, think about a place where you never been hurt or afraid.

A place that always makes you feel good.

[music]

I'm really good at ordering food.

It's a gift.

Okay, go ahead.

Here, it's the branzino.

[laughing] Okay.

Who the fuck... [gunshot, screams]

DANGER: Find your safe place?

I don't think I have one.

[phone playing Russian national anthem]

DIARRA: It was a sign.

Maybe I wouldn't ever feel safe

until I was sure Chris was.

I need to take that.

Thank you for the pancakes, um...

- You're welcome. - Yeah, okay. Go.

At this point, I wasn't sure if Chris

was really adult-napped or if he was laying low

'cause someone was trying to kill him.

But I knew that if I picked up that call,

I was all the way back in.

[phone continues ringing]

[with poor Russian accent] Hello?

Gorbachev... Chekov!

WOMAN: Who is this?

You called me. Who the fuck is this?

I'm Vonda Brooks.

DIARRA: Everybody knew that name.

It was in all the papers,

the prime suspect in Deonte's kidnapping in '95,

his mother, Vonda fucking Brooks.

I'm sorry, I just stroked out for a second.

Did you say Vonda Brooks?

Yeah, I know who I am. Who the fuck is this?

[music]

TEA: I just realized that you haven't raged

about the low turnout for parent-teacher night.

- You sure you good? - Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

What are you gonna do?

Can't force parents to be decent.

Okay. And you good from the other night?

Who the fuck...? [gunshot, screams]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

I told you, I didn't see anything, so...

All right. Cool, cool.

You going to Aja's brunch, right?

What? What brunch?

Uh, the one that starts in an hour.

Have you talked to her in the last two days?

Seen her Instagram, TikTok, LinkedIn?

She got the nomination, bro.

DIARRA: Shit, the list.

New Detroit's 35 Under 35,

the sole focus of Aja's 32nd, 33nd, and 34th years.

Well, thank God.

She acts like making that list is gonna validate,

like, her entire existence.

Hey, that was fun, man.

- I got you a muffin. - Okay.

Avalon Bakery slaps, okay!

So, how do I get in touch with you?

[softly] I'm on the phone.

DIARRA: Who that you giving the Mandingo goodbye?

[door closing] She was doing the most, bro.

Hey, be at Aja's brunch before she burns your house down.

She's not...

Okay.

MONI: Hey! Hey, green coat!

How you know that dude you looking for

is Deonte Brooks?

Crazy Moni, must you broadcast my business

all over the street? Damn!

'Cause I might believe you.

DIARRA: I didn't know how much I needed to hear that.

Go on.

Look, you trying to solve this cold case,

you gonna need protection. Like backup.

Moni, you don't even fuck with me.

Girl, you stopped fucking with me, let's get it--

- I'm not doing this with you. - Okay. Okay.

Look, we find Deonte...

and I'll split the reward money with you 50/50.

Diarra, I called.

They said it's just sitting in the bank collecting interest.

You don't wanna be in this.

This is some shit.

[car horn honking] It could be dangerous.

And it could be dangerous for me to not get this bag, D.

DIARRA: She was right. I needed backup.

But she was a mother now.

I couldn't tell her the full truth

about the Russian.

I did try to protect her from everything

that happened next.

- Where are we going? - [groaning]

Celibacy is powerful prosperity energy.

You know, I've stayed obedient

to my revirginization, and I know that is why...

- [clears throat] - ...the Lord is blessing me.

Shout out to God's plan.

Amen? [chuckles]

[chair scraping]

Whoo! That could not be me.

Fucking is my Prozac.

Amen! Hear hear, Aja.

We love you.

Thank you.

Okay, here's how this is gonna go.

You the backup, okay?

I'm Diana Ross, you the Supremes, okay?

- Mm. - You understand?

Now, you are on a need-to-know basis.

And what you need to know

is that our suspect is the mother.

Well, that ain't new.

Everybody pegged her from the jump.

Exactly. Whoever was behind

Deonte's first disappearance

has to be connected to the second.

What makes you think that?

Because nobody's unlucky enough

to disappear into thin air for two separate reasons.

My mama disappeared for three separate reasons.

No, same reason.

Your mama's a piece of shit, Moni.

Okay, I should fuck you up, but you right.

- I know, I'm sorry. - You right, you right.

- You're right. - I've always hated it for you.

I've hated it for you. [both shout]

- Hi! - Congratulations.

- Thank you. - I'm so proud of you.

Oh, thank you!

So, I see you've emerged.

And with y'all plus one.

- MONI: Still don't like you. - Which is fine, friend,

because we are going hard, okay?

- Oh. - First off,

couple of massages at Wood House.

Drinks at Floods.

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it. Oh, dinner at...

DIARRA: Aja celebrated the hell out of everything.

Her brother had to take out a second mortgage

just to afford her birthday month.

[laughing] I wish I could.

I am trying to be more fiscally responsible

since I'm paying my own way, you know?

[clicks tongue] Aw.

Okay, I get it. It's fine.

Make it dinner at Leesie's, and I'll try.

Really?

- Yeah. - Okay.

DIARRA: What could I say?

I had a taste for that branzino.

Oh, snap. Hi!

Her cousin's on the selection board,

- so I gotta circulate. - Circulate, girl.

Um, you read my text, right?

Because Swa's gonna drop by.

Yes. Yeah, I read 'em all.

- All good. - You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. - Okay, good.

Okay.

- God's plan. - God's plan.

Amen. Amen, ladies, amen.

We gotta get the fuck up outta here.

- MONI: Okay. - Now.

Mm.

I think that the evidence we need

is on the mother's phone.

The Russian had wiped his messages,

but I could tell from her phone etiquette

that Vonda Brooks was less careful.

Whatever business was between them

could still be on there.

Friend. I need to talk to you.

- Bathroom. - Ba...

- Okay, how you know? - Florence Ballard.

Don't worry about how I know, okay?

Just you handle the oohs and ahhs.

Just know I have a source.

Yeah, we still gotta steal the woman's phone.

Well, we gotta find her first.

Well, don't you worry about that,

because I got a source.

D. D, where-- where are you going?

DIARRA: And then it rolled up when I least expected it.

* I stumbled on this photograph *

- My safe space. - * It kinda made me laugh *

The car I gave so much love and attention to,

we named her Da Baby.

* Back down memory lane *

* Be still my foolish heart *

* Don't let this feeling stop *

* Back down memory lane *

[music slowing down]

And now, he had some other bitch sitting in it.

Are you trolling me?

Are you seriously using my car

to impress some cheap ho?

She's a lawyer, okay?

Some well-educated, high-priced ho?

You wanna meet-- I'll meet you inside.

It's important to me that you know,

I didn't start seeing Francois

until after you two were separated.

And you know, when you say your car, it's interesting,

because when someone pays for something,

traditionally, it means that they own it.

I picked out every inch of this car.

The headlights, the chrome, the rims.

Well, then you never should have left without it.

When you walk away from something,

it says you don't care about it.

- I want my fucking car! - MONI: Okay, whoa.

Hi, I'm Moni.

I wasn't invited to the wedding. Let's go.

- Come on. - You understand that?

- All right. - I want my car.

- All right. - I want my fucking car.

He heard you.

Okay, you getting locked up for assault

is not gonna help solve this case.

[sighs]

Thank you for calling it a case.

Ooh, girl.

PROFESSOR: There's a war coming.

You can't run a mile or grow your own food.

- You're gonna be SOS. - Is that him?

- Mm-hmm. - MAN: Well, hold up, you mean

- race war or nuclear war? - Same thing, young brother.

- Be cool. - Moni, Moni.

You love this bus so much,

you hang out here on your day off?

Hey, now watch it, okay?

This the Professor.

Now, he knows something about everything.

PROFESSOR: That's right.

MONI: All right, Professor.

What do you know about Deonte Brooks?

Ooh, a lot of layers to that one.

- Mm. - The Greek mob.

- Pssh. - Illuminati.

- Mm-hmm. - CIA.

Always the fucking Illuminati.

I mean, Bill Cosby didn't stand a chance

against them or the Chinese.

[laughing] Okay.

Now, when you say "Professor,"

are you associated with an accredited university?

- Ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah! - Oh, my God.

What is happening?

To resume, Deonte was sold

to a secret super-nigga soldier program

to pay off a debt his mama accrued

for losing a drug shipment.

Mm-hmm, see, Deonte is the Jason Bourne of Uganda.

BOTH: Wow, okay.

- Uh-huh. - So wait, what about the mama?

- Where's Vonda at now? - Oh, Mexican Town.

Yeah, she a legend down there.

That church has been under renovation for six years.

It's the front for her drug shit.

Saint Guadalupe Iglesia.

- Mm-hmm. - She also runs that music label

that only puts out white rappers.

The shit is insidious.

You gotta stay up and ten toes down.

We'll try to keep that in mind. Thank you so much.

None of that is true.

Okay, listen, he talks wild,

but sometimes there's a grain of truth.

- A grain of truth? - Yes.

Mixed in with a whole lot of bullshit, Moni.

Okay, so where to? Since you got your degree

- and know every damn thing. - Okay, let me think.

[dog barking]

[shivering]

DIARRA: Oh, shit. MONI: I'm here, round three.

Ah... I can't feel my toes.

How long before we decide old heads

who get paid in fruit aren't reliable?

- Holy shit. - What?

Yo, is that her? Oh, shit.

- Where? - Excuse me.

- Excuse me! - Hey, wait.

- Wait, wait, would you... - Excuse me.

Miss Brooks?

[loud bang]

Who the fuck...? [gunshot, screams]

What the fuck you doing?

We just wanted to go inside the church to pray.

Uh-huh.

You never walk up on somebody's back like that.

A lot of dangerous people in this neighborhood.

All right, so it's two of you.

We just wanted to talk.

Can you swing a bat?

- BOTH: Yeah. - Good.

Hop in.

We can talk on the way.

- Oh, no. - I'm busy.

Hop in or fuck off.

[tires screeching, women grunting]

What'd you wanna talk to me about?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Find out if it's crack, and call me back.

Where are we going exactly?

[second phone ringing]

Yeah?

A balloon?

Well, dig it out of his ass then.

[tires screeching]

Did we just get ourselves kidnapped?

[tires screeching]

Okay. So, what do you need?

Um...

I don't really know how to answer that question.

I mean, I'm sort of-- I'm in a transitional period,

- and so maybe what I need... - The fuck you talking about?

[knocking]

You better be careful. That shit'll blow your head off.

[tires screeching]

- [pants] - Be right back.

Don't go nowhere.

[car door closing]

MONI: Let's get all the way the fuck up outta here.

Okay, this is some shit.

I literally told you that this was some shit.

Okay, I am not leaving without her phone.

Which fucking phone?

What the...? Is that blood? And whose phone is that?

[line trilling] And why is it in your pocket?

[phone buzzing] Whose is it?

No, it's not this one.

Okay, so I'm thinking that Vonda

sent a very bad dude after Chris.

This is the bad dude's phone, and she called it.

And how the fuck did you get it, klepto?

Mary Wilson, can you please shut up

so that I can hear the phone?

[phone continues buzzing]

Oh.

Uh-oh.

Okay, this is our chance to leave, D.

Why don't you just admit that you're not Crazy Moni anymore,

and leave?

Thought you had brass knuckles and shit.

[exclaiming]

Okay, you found it.

Now, let's get the fuck up outta here.

- Let's go. - Hold on, hold on, okay.

How many subscribers y'all got?

- Um, what? - Don't try to play dumber

than you already are.

You're with them true crime podcasts

that ain't left me alone for years.

Yes.

I am so sorry.

We just really care about this fucking podcast.

Everybody wants to know the truth about me.

But like I told the rest, I'm done with interviews.

But you finish this ride,

I'll tell you everything you wanna know.

AJA: Diarra's blowing me off again.

She needs this. This-- this adventure fantasy.

See, Tea, you can't support this.

It is insane.

[scoffs] Bro.

All right, look, I'm exhausted.

How long we gonna celebrate if you actually win this thing?

We aren't celebrating.

We're moving on to the campaign phase.

MAN: And guess what happened? He ran out of gasoline.

[laughter]

AJA: That's Walt Harley.

Owns this place and damn near everything else downtown

- but the Oxygen. - Excuse me, Mr. Harley?

Now, if he back me, the rest of the voters will follow.

Mr. Harley's not receiving guests.

You two got a lot in common.

You ain't receiving guests either, Sister Celibate.

How long has it been, huh?

Okay, see, now we can't always be no hotel, motel, Holiday Inn.

But we also can't all be dropping low for Jesus.

Okay, then what's it gonna take for you?

For you to really try and get serious?

I don't know. Uh, a man's man.

- Okay. - Athlete.

Maybe a corner with explosive speed

who just signed with the Lions

and is rumored to be trade on the DL.

Oh.

That's all you, friend.

[tires screeching] You might wanna hold on.

Ow!

[car turning off]

I need a fatback TV. Wait here.

[Moni sighs]

What the fuck?

Um, she's playing us. We need to figure out why.

- Okay. - Come on.

- Start there. - What is all this shit?

So weird.

[laughing] How many times

did we stay up watching this, though?

"My office hours are from..."

- Nine to five. - To five.

You pawn your ring yet?

I mean, me and Roman decided

that we're never get divorced, but...

Moni, please, don't rub your perfect marriage in my face.

What I'm saying is, it seem like you in your feelings.

I'm not thinking about him.

He just doesn't deserve my baby.

He said you left it behind.

Don't seem like you was thinking 'bout it then.

You don't know the whole story. I bought that car.

Just 'cause he put $50,000 into it...

Hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You-- you put 50k into that car

and you ain't give Roman that work?

Oh, please. How was I supposed to know

y'all took over that shop?

I haven't spoken to you in ten years.

But bitch, you see me on Facebook.

- [sighs] - You know, it always seem easy

for you to move on from people,

and don't look like shit changed.

The fuck is that supposed to mean?

- I'm done. - You crawled into my car.

- I'm done. - And now, you wanna pick

a fight with me, when the fact of the matter

- is you stopped talking to me. - I'm over it, I'm over it.

Always calling me prissy, bougie, and then,

you flat-out stop talking. Okay, fine, you stop...

Stop flapping them gums and take this TV.

[car starting] [tires screeching]

I remember you, man.

I mean, it's 'cause I'm still the only player

to sing the national anthem and then play

in the state championship game.

I put up 30 and murdered the high note

on "the land of the free."

They called you the All-American Idol, player.

- I'm a fan. - I appreciate that.

- Nice. - Yeah.

Hey, so you a sports fan too?

No.

You know, he might be a little old for you,

but if that's what you into...

Uh, boy! [chuckles]

No, that was-- it's just business.

Well, I mean, I could introduce you, if you like.

You just have to ask me nicely.

Oh, you can take me over there now.

Please?

Hey, we'll check you later, champ, all right?

- Come on. - All righty.

- Mr. Harley. - Good to see you. KeyShawn.

Wow, KeyShawn...

This nigga ain't fam.

What the hell is she doing?

MONI: I've heard tale of such things,

but I've never seen it with my own eyes.

It's a crackhead trap.

Interesting.

Yeah.

[sighs]

I ever tell y'all how I fucked all the members

of The Temptations?

DIARRA: Um... Miss Vonda?

The Temptations had quite a few lineup changes.

Yeah, so how many bodies we talking?

Only the originals.

[mouthing]

I was a 10, baby.

You had to have perfect pitch

and a precise two-step to sniff this.

- I'm not... - Eddie was good with his hands.

Paul, with his mouth.

And Melvin, really good with his feet.

The fuck was he doing with his feet?

How much time y'all got?

[laughing]

Time's up. [car starting]

Oh, wow.

[music]

Okay, ladies, you can step out now.

So...

there's a girl inside, 15.

She relapsed about a week ago,

her boyfriend's a piece of shit.

Family asked me to bring her home,

and the way I see it, it's a three-man job.

Oh... I respect that, but I'm a mother.

I don't do trap houses.

All right, outside man, you handle the package.

Skinny Minnie, you're on bat.

[scoffs]

Let's go.

DIARRA: And this is when I realized just how badly

I wanted Vonda Brooks to answer my questions.

[scoffs]

- Fuck! - Okay, this shit'll blow

your head off, this shit'll blow your head off.

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

- Miss Vonda? - What?

- What are we doing? - Shh.

DIARRA: There must be crazier ways to bond

with your almost-boyfriend's mother.

But if I was Captain Extra,

this chick was the five-star general

of doing the fucking most.

Okay.

I see four downstairs, but I don't see the girl.

Shit, she probably on the second floor,

and the second floor is never good.

How many times have you done this?

Enough.

The fuck does that mean?

Oh, shit.

Shit, shit.

[fireworks exploding]

DIARRA: And that's when I realized it was a distraction.

MAN: Who the...? [gunshot, screams]

[fireworks intensifying]

Hey. [gunshot, screams]

- Hey. - [gasps]

There's a young girl in there counting on us.

Come on.

Come on.

[fireworks continue]

[muffled hip-hop music playing]

[gasps]

Hey, brother. You look hungry.

- Tacos. - Thanks.

Keep moving.

[hip-hop music continues]

[floor creaking]

Oh, baby.

Come on, come on.

The fuck you think you doing?

I'm taking this one outta here.

Nah. I own that bitch.

[switchblade clicking]

VONDA: I don't think so. Skinny, hit it.

[screaming]

[shouting] Oh, you looking unwell!

You think you crazy?

[shouting] I'm crazy!

[shouting] What you gonna do?

[growling, shouting]

[glass breaking] Oh!

- [gasps] - All right, come on, let's go.

[fireworks exploding]

- VONDA: Nice work. - DIARRA: Yeah, crazy, I can do.

MONI: How's that for oohs and ahhs?

Great meeting you, Asia.

KeyShawn, watch the play action. [chuckles]

Actually, it's Aja.

I already own Detroit Blow Jobs.

Salon!

Salon on the Avenue of Fashion.

But I'm opening up my own spa downtown.

I'd love if you could come to our opening.

What's the vision?

The Detroit Experience is a luxury space

where new and old Detroit will feel at home...

Quick, I'm getting off the elevator.

It's a launchpad for my brand.

First, we sell high-end products for Black women.

We use word of mouth to generate online sales,

then establish the national brand

for self-care.

The vision's what needs to be guarded.

Fed.

Everyone will see it smaller.

Make it fit more neatly into a box.

It's your job to hold that.

Understand?

Give the info to my assistant.

AJA: Oh, shit.

Yeah, okay. So, what's up?

Let's have a drink and celebrate.

[sighs] Look, man.

I am an empowered Black woman

on a quest from God to bring beauty

and wellness to the masses.

So, I can't be stumbling over no dick.

I'm focused and celibate.

Okay.

All right.

That table over there looks free.

DIARRA: Vonda Brooks, she was either a hero

or a guilt-ridden villain trying to make it right

by saving other people's kids.

It was up to me to decide.

I know you don't like tomatoes.

My marriage isn't perfect either.

Roman messed up at the shop, bad.

And I really need this fucking reward money.

[sighs]

Okay, bitch, your turn.

Swa still drives me crazy,

because if he wasn't cheating,

then that means one minute, we're fine,

we're trying to have a baby-- a real one.

And then, the next...

Yeah.

DIARRA: Wasn't my first interrogation.

You ready?

What do you think a parent-teacher conference

is anyway, huh? [phone beeping]

Parents always think it's about the kids.

Like you really care. [scoffs]

DIARRA: But it's about them.

Has anybody contacted you recently about Deonte?

Sure, two middle-aged women lied to get into my van.

Okay, call me middle-aged again.

Yeah, some Putin-sounding dumbass

left a message on my phone saying he was a journalist.

That was a new one.

I didn't know they cared about missing Black kids in Russia.

He wanted to know if I'd heard that Deonte was back in town,

- if I'd seen him. - Have you?

Have you seen him?

I seen him every day for the past 27 years.

Go on, ask me.

Why the hell did you wait 23 minutes

to start looking for him?

All I wanted that day was to grab

that latest Mary J. Blige's album.

It had been that kind of week.

Deonte was exhausting.

He was always playing games, running off,

hiding stuff all over the house.

I wanted to teach him a lesson, scare him a bit.

I happened to have a coupon, so I grabbed a free bite.

But I never took my eyes off of him until...

[people cheering]

...they announced that damn verdict.

[cheering continues]

Excuse me, that--

the little boy that I was with, have you seen him?

Deonte! Excuse me, have you seen a boy

in a green hoodie? Deonte?

Deonte! Deonte!

[car engine revving]

The police did not want to hear about some green Impala.

They were sure I was involved.

Why were they so focused on you?

What about his dad, where was he?

Working a double shift at the plant.

Thirty men on the line to vouch for him.

I didn't have that.

He blamed me, and then he drank himself to death.

[sighs]

And that is the end of a very sad story.

- So, the Russian-- - I know it ain't likely...

but I'd like to believe that D is out there.

[scoffs] But it was just some fools

playing with my phone.

[whispering] Miss Vonda...

I...

am very sorry for your loss.

Me too.

To this day, I can't bring myself

to buy Mary J. Blige's nothing.

And she don't put out nothing but hits.

Good luck with your podcast.

DIARRA: Vonda Brooks could have been hiding something,

but she was not a woman who sold her son

to a super-nigga soldier program.

She was just a woman, a mother,

living her trauma on a loop.

She didn't do it.

Then we got nothing.

Maybe not.

Girl, all right, now if I see another flapping dick,

it's gonna be your ass.

All right, what are we looking for?

Maybe you were right, for once,

and people don't change that much.

Always playing games, hiding stuff all over the house.

We're looking for something hidden.

Okay, that's helpful.

There's nothing in here.

He ain't even got no silverware.

I'm really good at ordering. It's a gift.

He didn't cook.

- Okay, be careful. - [muttering]

Okay.

[gasps]

Holy fucking shit.

You on some "Beautiful Mind" shit right now, D.

Oh, we 'bout to find that motherfucker!

- Ahh! - Yeah!

Yeah, uh!

[both exclaiming]

DIARRA: I only needed one more thing

to feel invincible.

Are we done?

Bitch, we just getting started.

Thank God I still had access to Swa's calendar.

Give me some fireworks.

- Ooh, shit! - Yo, what the fuck...

* Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop *

* Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll *

* Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop *

* Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll *

* Snitches wanna try, snitches wanna lie *

[both shouting, laughing]

DIARRA: Some memories are mercilessly unforgettable.

[both shouting]

No matter how hard you try, you can't shake them.

[children chattering]

[shouting, singing melody]

* I don't know the rest of the lyrics *

[laughing]

[music]

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