Original subtitles

I'm Vonda Brooks.

DIARRA: Our prime suspect in Deonte's kidnapping in '95.

- VONDA: Deonte! - His mother.

Can you help me?

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

She didn't do it.

You are some "Beautiful Mind" shit right now, Dee.

[grunts]

I got him tied up.

DIARRA: [knocking at the door] Chris?

And then these some chicks showed up.

[dramatic music]

I know divorce can be rough, okay?

I'm actually seeing somebody already,

so you can tell your brother that I am good.

When you walk away from something,

it says you don't care about it.

I want my fucking car!

Okay...

[laughing, screaming]

DIARRA: Some urban legends are true.

[upbeat music playing]

Buddy Black's poker game was old Detroit lore.

Everyone from Berry Gordy to Big Meech

was rumored to have played there.

Men lost their houses and their lives

at those tables.

We should be on the list.

WOMAN: Hey, hold up, I don't know them.

DIARRA: His granddaughter inherited the game.

She was ruthless and went by one name--

Maisha.

Reggie. I should be on JB's list.

♪ There can be no show ♪

♪ And if there's hell below ♪

♪ We're all gonna go ♪

♪ Oh, everybody... ♪

[hip-hop music playing]

DIARRA: I'm aware that we're way past the point

in the story where most Black women would have been out.

[hip hop song continues]

There's one rule. Respect my fucking game.

DIARRA: See, us Black women with decent credit

and ample self-esteem, we have a longstanding tradition

of not running right towards trouble.

That's some white people shit.

Hey, y'all see that grill on the bar?

- Yeah. - They say she personally

removed it from a dude who was cheating.

His name was Juicy.

This is a bad plan. We should go.

Aja, relax, okay? I just wanna talk to the guy.

If anything feels off, we'll go.

- Friend. - What?

Off, off, off.

Off.

[Aja muttering indistinctly]

DIARRA: My old pal the Russian asked what turned me on.

Obviously, it was Ambien, but it was also this.

And for the first time in my Black woman life,

taking a gamble felt like... a breath of fresh air.

Only thing is, running towards trouble

is exactly how the hunter becomes the hunted.

[gun cocking]

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

Well, she wasn't there by accident.

Yeah, we got her plates.

Yeah, all right.

What up, Tank?

Hard copy for your luddite ass.

- Lud-what? - I don't have the time, Tank.

I got a lot of homework.

Ain't nobody tell your nerd ass to go get all them degrees.

- The economy did, nigga. - [clicks tongue]

His name is Francois Brickland.

Bad and bougie address in Grosse Point.

Nah. You sure you ran the right plates?

I'm looking for a woman.

You know people share cars, right?

You're welcome.

You could've said, "Thank you," damn.

TANK: [sighs]

DIARRA: Confession... I was wired.

I was up all night going over everything

we recovered from Chris' apartment.

He'd been gathering evidence,

articles and a host of '90s artifacts

that Deonte must have had when he went missing.

It proved I was right.

[sniffing] Do you smell that?

It is the sweet, sweet smell of I fucking told you so.

Chris is Deonte, 100% confirmed.

Welcome to "CSI: Detroit."

If I'd have known, I would have warned you.

Do you even have fingerprints? DNA?

I got a backpack.

And it is a '90s time capsule, except it's a crime capsule.

Boom, the Mary J. Blige tape that Vonda bought

before Deonte went missing.

Vonda is the mama.

Apparently they went on some ghetto ride-along.

It's all very "y'all niggas wiling."

The woman is an inspiration,

and I'm already jumping on that Impala lead.

- Yes. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Diarra, booski, friend, nigga, no, okay?

And what is this over here?

- What is this thing? - Gloves!

Nobody touch any of the evidence without gloves.

Oh, this bitch done lost it.

- I know. - But you guys,

what's crazy is that these doodles are fresh,

because my phone number is written

next to a spider doodle.

[clicks tongue] Y'all, this nigga

was facing down his childhood trauma,

and he stopped to fall in love with me.

Maybe the spiders reminded him of where they kept him.

Definitely. See, look here.

"Behind the house," "Gave me Lunchables."

Me and my cousin used to steal Lunchables

from the corner store when we couldn't find my mama.

Goddamn.

DIARRA: And then every single article

about his kidnapping.

- Are we coming to a point? - Ugh.

Yes.

I think Ambien came back to solve his own kidnapping,

and he got too close to the truth,

and now whoever took him in '95 is hunting him all over again.

Y'all, we need to help him.

I mean, after Deonte went missing,

my mama ain't even want me to cross the street by myself.

I mean, everybody was in they feelings.

He only stayed five minutes from here.

Hey, yo, I went to All-Stars too.

[laughing] It's where I learned

that nobody could guard me,

and that shirts and skins was my shit.

- Okay, this might prove... - I can't.

...that Chris is Deonte.

Or it could prove that Chris kidnapped Deonte.

Aja, you are being very negative.

Oh!

Well, I'ma just take my negative ass on, then.

- TEA: Wait, Aja, come on now. - MONI: Let her, it's fine.

[scoffs]

[phone chimes] AJA: Oh.

TEA: Who is it?

There's a Lion in my DMs. [laughing]

But I am ignoring him, because a pro athlete

is not the plan that God have for my life.

Not exactly known for their strong moral fiber.

Tea, who ran this camp?

Oh, snap. Mr. Greek's.

What? [line ringing]

MAN: Mr. Greek's.

TEA: You in there? TANYA: Hello?

Hello?

DIARRA: This is when it started.

Now sleeping was catching up to me

and I was floating from one place to another.

I didn't even remember setting a meeting with this chick.

As I was saying, we are a no-fault state.

No, it's his fault.

He's asking to deny spousal support

on the grounds that you stated to his brother

that you've already moved on.

- Have you moved on? - Yes.

But I can't find the motherfucker, you know?

Well, Mr. Brookland's preparing a settlement offer.

A real one, or some bullshit?

Well, we can go to court.

Court.

- But... - Court.

Okay, but it's a risk,

and this is chess, so we have to be strategic.

But in the meantime, I'll need an asset list--

everything you had going into the marriage,

and what you have coming out.

[hip-hop music playing faintly on radio]

So, they just coming and going like they own the place now?

Yeah, it seem like everybody acting that way in my shop.

Mo, you offering discounts for Impala repairs now?

- Oh. - Oh.

- That. - Oh, come on now.

Mo, I got folks bringing in

their rusty-ass Impalas left and right.

Well, I told you, it was the getaway car.

Now, any of the owners have like a creepy, pervy vibe,

or a weird pedo mustache?

I'm creating a criminal profile.

No, no, Mo.

You are gonna jack up my damn Yelp ratings.

I need you to dead this.

Yo, Diarra's shit got you acting crazy.

You ain't finna tell me what I can and can't do.

Yo, Moni...

What?

Ah, shit.

I'm sorry, okay?

I am sorry.

I know-- I know we supposed to be the role model

for Black love, and I am sorry.

You know what we haven't done in a minute?

- What? - Go to the theater.

Well, then set it up.

Okie-dokie.

[camera clicking]

DIARRA: I knew enough about my assets

to know most of them weren't financial.

I loved my job, didn't I?

Did you know that every two minutes,

a public school teacher snaps?

You never heard that?

Well, that's 'cause I made that shit up.

But if it sounds true, it's because it should be.

You're part warden, part therapist,

part janitor, all fucking day.

When I was married, I didn't notice as much.

But when you're underpaid and under-sexed...

Hey, everybody! Sit down.

This shit just really starts to wear on you.

Be quiet.

Open your books, read chapter 26.

Thank you.

Finding my missing asset

felt like a matter of survival-- his and mine.

No one remembered anything suspicious

with Deonte at the mall that day,

maybe because Deonte went with someone he trusted,

someone like his coach, Tony Kincaid.

They called him "The Tarantula."

And what do we know Deonte was obsessed with?

Spiders.

Okay, so I called Mama Vonda.

- I miss her. - And she said that Tony

invited Deonte to all these sleepovers,

that he took a special interest in him,

even though Deonte couldn't play for shit.

Well, by the time I went over to All-Stars,

this dude was barely around, but pause.

You do know you skipped sixth period.

I'm pretty sure I taught that class.

- You did not. - Who's to say?

MONI: Can't be Tony, he's the greatest

defensive player of all time.

- So what? - $35 for a burger?

Pssh, yeah, bro, it's farm-to-table.

Then where the fuck is the farm, Tea, Mars?

Welcome to new Detroit, but can we stay focused

on old Detroit when Tony owned a Chevy dealership?

Oh, shit, yeah, um...

♪ Get your car from a superstar ♪

He had an entire fleet of Impalas.

- Mm-hmm. - But that don't narrow it down.

No, no, you haven't heard the big finish.

So, in '97, old Tony gets into a car crash,

and guess who's in the vehicle with him?

- Who? - An underage boy.

- Oh, hell no. - Shut up.

MONI: I'm fucking his ass up.

DIARRA: Okay, well keep that same energy,

because we are about to. Come on.

- Wait. - Okay, give me my switchblade.

Wait, now? Don't we need more proof?

Proof? Wow!

- Okay. - TEA: Wait, Dee.

DIARRA: Insta-stalking confirmed Tuesdays

was Tony and wifey's date night.

Cost me 300 bucks for a Leesie's gift certificate

and a messenger to drop it at his office.

But if Swa's client dinners taught me anything,

it's that rich people love free shit.

Hi.

I'm a schoolteacher-- Salt of the Earth--

and I am doing a project on hometown heroes.

He don't do pictures.

So sorry to you and your three little followers.

Okay, that is offensive on a number of levels.

Um, this woman is bothering us.

We may need to see a manager, or the police.

- Really, bitch? - Really, bitch.

Okay.

- Okay, I'm going. - Bye.

- Damn. - Shit.

- Gina. - Who is she?

[Diarra sighs]

- Did he confess? - He didn't have to.

He has very guilty eyes and his wife is a bitch.

Oh. Yeah, Gina.

[phone buzzing] Legendary pussy control.

Had him on lock since Y2K.

Roman, I told you I'm on my "Law and Order" shit tonight.

Okay, new plan. So, you go over there,

you talk basketball, basketball.

"I have a penis, you have a penis."

No, no, no, no. Since you wanna play

a little game of Clue, you first.

Who killed the Russian in the BDSM spot with a pistol?

Wait, what? Micro-dick is dead?

TEA: Oh, so she ain't know either.

[hip-hop music playing faintly]

[clicks tongue] Busters.

[phone chimes]

[toilet flushing]

[water running]

Second time this week.

Oh. Yeah, that lemon pepper

was calling me, girl.

I think it's dope that you can just come in here,

eat by yourself like it's nothing.

- Oh. - I couldn't do it.

Your wings will be out in a minute.

[water running]

DIARRA: I told them every detail

and then waited for their questions.

It turns out it was a game of 20.

- Did Chris kill the Russian? - What? No!

- He's a lover. - Then, who did?

What, am I supposed to solve every crime in Detroit?

- Jesus. - Technically, you don't have

- to solve any. - Okay, the Russian

was a criminal.

He was out here doing crimey shit.

Anybody could have killed him.

The real question is, who sent him?

And all the evidence says it's Tony.

Okay, now, Dee, I don't know.

Mr. Greek's sponsored Tony's camp--

also the only place the Russian called.

Paper did say that the Russian was mobbed up.

And Mr. Greek's is a mob spot.

So, maybe Tony used the Greek mob as his muscle.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, how do we know

that Mr. Greek's is a mob spot?

Girl, I know the city backwards and forwards.

Second only to me.

Where'd Anita Baker lose her virginity?

Something's wrong with her.

DIARRA: They were a wealth of information.

They knew that after white flight,

even the Greek mob had to diversify.

They let in all kinds of white guys,

including Russians.

So, wait, why didn't the police come after Tony

- back in the day though? - He's rich.

He probably lawyered up.

You know, I have a connect down at the police station.

Maybe there's something in that original case file

that we can use.

You know, maybe Tony already killed Chris.

Oh! Oh! Okay.

Question-- are you trying to kill me?

I think that Chris is still out there,

he's just somewhere, you know, laying low.

No, no, no, no, no, you said he was taken.

That was before the motherfucker looking for him

asked me where he was, and then he got shot up

right in front of my face.

Damn. Are you okay?

No.

But I could be, if you guys would help me

come up with some kind of a plan to nail Tony.

Okay, Ambien can come out of hiding,

you can get your reward money,

and I can get my eight hours of sleep.

Cool. What do I get?

Baby, you get the tea, Mr. Tea.

You get to solve themystery of our childhood.

You should have some of this money.

Okay.

DIARRA: None of us wanted to admit

that getting in deeper was stupid.

And the most exciting thing in our lives.

I just have one more question.

Where did Anita Baker lose her virginity?

Oh, my God.

[groans lightly]

[chuckles]

- [sighs] - Truth or dare?

Truth.

What's the weirdest place you ever got frisky?

Amtrak Quiet Car.

Ew. [laughing]

You and your ex never did the public thing?

The bathroom? At a bar?

Under the blanket at a park?

Oh God, no. No, no.

He would die.

Swa liked it the way he liked it.

Until he didn't.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

How are you?

Hanging on by a thread.

You know, I was hoping you would have said dare.

Would I have to get out of the bed?

No. You would stay right there.

Okay, I'm game. Dare.

Okay.

[chuckles]

I dare you to let me lick you.

Mm-hmm.

[moaning, loud buzzing]

SWA: Dee.

Dee!

You gonna send a dildo bouquet to my brother

at the damn police station? Who the fuck does that?

I asked him for a file,

and he was being very uncooperative.

Oh, okay, so this is what we doing, huh?

This is how we fighting?

With grand theft auto and dildos, this is what we doing?

DIARRA: The perky lawyer said we were playing chess,

but the look in his eyes said this was war.

Maybe.

How'd you get over here, by the way?

Did you ride your bicycle,

or did you take the public bus, or...?

Aaron also told me that you are obsessing

over some type of cold case just to fuck with me.

- Is that right? - Oh, no, no.

You're conflating shit.

I stole the car to fuck with you.

I'm solving the cold case for me.

Wow, was I really the only thing holding you together, Dee?

Damn.

- Excuse me, Felicia. - Damn, would you mind

- your damn business? - Goddamn.

Damn.

I don't blame you.

With your low-ass standardized test score-having ass.

Listen to me, okay, I done worked too hard

to be the guy in a messy divorce again.

- [scoffs] - All right? No.

No, I'm serious, okay? So, let's save the drama

- for Keisha and Ray-Ray. - I don't know, Swa.

Keisha and Ray-Ray, they sound like a lot of fun.

Kinda like you used to be.

You remember that?

Yeah, yeah, I remember that.

Before I started dealing with your bullshit.

Oh.

- Mm-hmm. - Is that what I think it is?

It is-- nope. No, no, no, no, no, no.

- Francois Brookland... - Under one condition.

I will give you this if you stop embarrassing me.

Swa, I will try to stop embarrassing you,

but you are the one who is picking out these suits.

Oh, wow, your mama gave me these suits.

Oh, please, you a damn lie.

Yeah, she did.

- Give me the file. - Okay-- ah.

- Do we have a deal? - Okay.

- Do we got a deal? - Yes, we have a...

You got 24 hours.

Aaron says you're spinning your wheels.

Actually, I'm spinning yourwheels.

Oh, you're spinning mywheels.

- That was clever, huh? - So, you're admitting

that the baby is mine.

See, that's gonna work well in court for me.

DIARRA: He was in the parking lot

before I realized he'd won the first battle.

Corduroy?

It's fucking denim velvet, actually.

TEA: And they never questioned Tony?

He was supposedly out of town.

- Wait, was this '95? - Uh-huh.

He missed a shit ton of games that season

with no explanation.

Well, maybe he was reeling from a kidnapping.

What'd you find out?

[sighs] So, my homie JB said...

DIARRA: It had taken less than a round of drinks

for Tea to pull the tea from his old AAU homie

on how I could get a sit-down with Kincaid.

- Only time he's alone is poker. - Oh, that's perfect.

Nope, it's a two-and-a-half grand buy-in,

- and we're teachers. - Oh!

In public school, in Detroit.

Well, I could do OnlyFans.

I would do that shit with a ski mask on.

Your ass assing enough for some OnlyFans?

No, probably not.

Even if we had the money, word is his table's full.

Oh, I'm sure we could get around that.

[music]

TEA: Cat Daddy's had quite a few.

Plan Night-Night, bitch.

Excuse me. Cognac, straight up.

♪ ♪

- Are those drugs? - No. Shh.

Well, yes, yes, they're my sleeping pills.

I thought you said they didn't work.

Not on me.

[music]

[music continues]

Take your drunk ass somewhere. Goddamn, Curtis.

[music continues]

TEA: All right, Dee, listen.

These dudes are dangerous.

Fat dude on the end near Cat Daddy, Sunday Saunders.

He's a gospel diva who gambles his tithes away every week,

but don't let that silky voice fool you.

He will cut a bitch.

Spoon Davis, former leader of the Dope Boys Death Squad.

I don't think that one needs much explanation.

And of course, there's Tony, Highland Park's very own.

He's an amazing poker player. Anything can be expected.

You got this.

Deal me the fuck in.

You don't even know how to play.

I have seen "Ocean's 11" 11 times,

and I am excellent at Taboo.

- Re-deal. - You have lost every hand.

She was never good at cards.

Couldn't count books in spades to save her life.

Okay, you came here to support.

- Can we just focus? - Yes, thank you.

And I'm not just playing the game,

I'm also playing the man. Here, watch this.

REPORTER: 2 for 17, yikes!

Pat Riley just have your number?

- Get out of my face. - Answer the question, big guy.

Yeah, I went out last night!

Damn, man, this is Miami. You happy now?

If I push hard enough, he'll snap.

And when Tony snaps, he tells the truth.

DIARRA: I knew from looking in his eyes,

he was likely to break.

It was the only thing in the world we had in common.

TEA: Oh, okay. New plan.

Fold every time.

What? I can't win like that.

- Well, you can't win anyway. - Right, so the point

is to stay at the table long enough

to break this dude.

- That's your game. - Mm-hmm.

If you can afford it.

MONI: You can't afford it. [cards dealing]

DIARRA: I was more than ready for the rematch.

Married to a manipulative ass-hat,

I had learned a few things about games.

SWA: Hey.

He was wearing my favorite cologne,

trying to disarm me.

SWA: Appreciate the invite.

You know, people get divorced every day,

so there's no reason why we shouldn't be able

to handle this with class.

Mm, shouldn't be a problem.

DIARRA: Problem was, I was trying to play

multiple games of chess at once

like I was Bobby fucking Fischer.

[phone buzzing] Oh.

Excuse me one second.

Excuse me. [clicking tongue]

Great, thanks.

Good evening, welcome to Mr. Greek's.

Hi, I noticed Tony Kincaid on the wall.

Does he come in here often?

I read it's his favorite restaurant.

- Yeah, once in a while. - Oh.

He loves the baklava, yeah.

He once had it shipped directly to his home--

When's the last time he was here?

Oh, pssh-pssh-pssh. [chuckles]

So, I think we'll start off with the shiraz, a bottle?

- Sure. - It's her favorite choice.

Sure.

- You look great. - Thank you.

And you look very much like you.

[laughing]

- What is this? - It's an offer.

DIARRA: Ooh. He was good.

Good and disrespectful.

[laughing]

Have you lost your mind?

No, well I-- no, I think that's fair,

considering what each of us contributed to the marriage.

How much did we each contribute to the breakup?

Did I ask you for an open marriage?

Dee, can we just keep it down a little bit, please?

Why do you always have to control me?

Why do you have to try to control everything?

- I'm not even controlling... - You are.

How come you're so tight?

How come you never loosened up?

How come you never fucked me in the bathroom

of a restaurant or something?

- In the-- what? - On a Ferris wheel?

- In a laundromat? - I'm sorry.

She's-- she didn't have her medication today, so...

[laughing]

He asked me for an open marriage.

It was just a conversation, it wasn't...

- It was just a conversation. - And we were going to keep

a discreet arrangement.

Oh, I'm sorry. We were gonna have

a discreet arrangement.

And then, things got, pfft, really weird.

- Okay. - Although, you know what?

They got a little weird before that

when we couldn't get pregnant. Yeah.

DIARRA: I knew his Alpha Phi Esquire ass

had to play the part of the good negro.

Me? Shit, I was over it.

Look, I have two clients sitting back there, okay?

- Can we just keep it down... - Oh my God, you have

- two clients back there? - Yes.

Oh, wow, you know what?

I feel... I feel like an interpretive dance coming on,

and honestly, I'm not really sure

- that I can control it. - Please, Dee. Okay, Dee.

It's feeling a little...

Dee? Dee?

It's a lot of Alvin Ailey, it is.

- It's a little Aunt Viv. - Dee, will you please stop?

- I can't control it. - Okay, Dee, Dee,

just stop, please!

- What? - Listen to me, okay?

Okay, real talk. I was wrong

for springing all those bills on you like that.

- You goddamn right. - I was.

- Especially the Amex. - Especially the Amex.

You know I'm a spa bitch.

How 'bout you return Da Baby, and I will pay

all the bills for the next three months,

regardless of the settlement agreement?

I just want things to be civil.

Fine.

But I need two and a half stacks tonight.

Damn, t... How much is the Amex?

The Amex is interpretive fucking dance.

- That's how much the Amex is. - Okay, okay, okay, okay.

All right.

Here is your shiraz.

Hi. You know what?

I'm gonna take all the specials to go.

DIARRA: I read online that people

are more likely to confess when eating.

And you said something about the baklava.

Yes.

- I'm gonna have that too. - Great choice.

Thank you so much.

[inaudible conversation]

TANK: I found her.

You're not gonna believe where she at.

Bitch is working with the Greeks.

Yeah, I'm gonna stay on her.

Yeah, a'ight.

[soul music playing]

[doorbell rings]

[music stops abruptly]

AJA: So, maybe you weren't ghosted.

My waitress said that Chris was at MoFos all the time

scribbling those spiders, and then he just disappeared.

- Whoa! - Exactly.

How did I miss the waitress?

Girl, maternity leave.

She said, and I quote, "He was fine as hell."

Said that she was talking about baby names with him.

This bitch has no boundaries.

And he suggested David.

Said he liked the story David and Goliath.

I don't know, maybe it was personal.

Hm.

DIARRA: Damn right.

Goliath was 6'9" and a legend.

So, wait a minute.

Miss New Detroit been sneaking back

- to a hole in the wall... - Oh!

...to eat non-organic chicken wings?

- I know. - Does your wack-ass

women's group know about this?

Girl, hell no.

Hell, I almost wore a disguise.

Oh, thanks for, um, putting me on that very perky lawyer,

- by the way. - I heard that.

- Mm-hmm. - Don't do that.

I'm sorry I haven't been a great friend lately, Aja.

- Oh, girl. - I am.

Well, you know, with your divorce,

I thought that I was just gonna get my road dog back.

- I'm here. - I know, but...

I'm lonely, Dee.

You know, I'm-- I'm opening a spa,

I'm trying to make the list...

and I guess I feel really unsupported, and...

Well, I guess that's how you feel.

Tea said that y'all was going out tomorrow for that case.

Yo, wouldn't it be crazy if I was the only entrepreneur

who also helped bring home Deonte Brooks?

I'd have to make that list.

You're just trying to distract yourself

from fucking that Lion.

[both laughing]

[poker chips rattling]

[phone chiming]

What the fuck?

You good?

[line ringing]

Swa, what's going on?

SWA: Yeah, yeah, I stopped payment on that check.

Mychelle says I was giving you

what you wanted to avoid conflict,

and you know that's just an unhealthy pattern, so...

- Swa. - So, listen...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Either accept the offer

or make a counter. I'm done with the games.

Now is not the time for fucking self-improvement.

Hello? Hello?

DIARRA: I didn't need to reexamine my asset list

to know that if Swa's check didn't clear,

every dollar to my name was in my hands.

You in or out?

[inhales deeply] Wow.

Y'all niggas are fucked.

[laughing]

[Roman clears throat]

Ooh.

I am so sorry, sir.

I forgot my wallet.

You accept other forms of payment?

I mean, it's a pretty big bill.

You gonna show me how big it is?

Oh, I'm definitely gonna show you how big it is.

Is that the Impala that came in today?

Oh, come on, are you kidding me right now?

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm here.

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

Can we get back to us, please?

Yeah.

But how long has it been since I had something just for me?

Ever since Diarra came back,

I remember how fearless I used to be.

When you used to be Crazy Moni?

Mo, you worked so hard to live down that rap,

and you did.

Look, you're a great wife, an amazing mother.

- People-- - You don't need

to be anything else.

It's not that simple, Ro.

What if I boiled you down to just my husband and his shop?

My family lived in this city for three generations,

and none of 'em own a piece of it.

Look, if you put "husband, father," and this shop

on my tombstone, trust me, I'd be happy.

Turn off the lights when you're done.

DIARRA: I had studied up on Tony all day.

Fold.

Ha! Embarrassing.

- Okay, that's good. - Good, yeah, that's good.

DIARRA: Learned what made him tick.

Fold.

I needed to get under his skin.

Fold.

[sighs] Oh, man.

Playing it tight for all that mouth.

Don't worry about what the fuck I'm doing.

Looking like an ashy-ass Milk Dud.

DIARRA: If I was gonna get something I could use,

I was gonna need to keep him off-balance.

Hey, Tony, you hungry?

You want some baklava from Mr. Greek's?

I heard it was your favorite.

Hey, man, pass it to him, damn.

Huh.

Mm, you did your research.

You're drawing this out, baby girl.

Hey, I know just what the fuck I'm doing.

Unlike Jolly Green Giant over here

Christmas Day game, '99.

Oof, homeboy went, what, two for 19?

Goddamn. [sucking teeth]

Self-checking-ass nigga.

Uh, what did I do to you?

Oh, did I fuck your moms back in the day?

Oh, no, my mother was a grown woman in '99.

Not exactly Tony Kincaid's type.

Whoa. This is a friendly game.

Nah, fam. She's been out for blood.

Okay.

DIARRA: I had minutes, not hours, to break Tony.

Raise. Bet's to you.

DIARRA: Luckily, I had a killer hand.

Call, Bigfoot.

First time for every fucking thing, huh?

So, we finally pressured you into making a move.

Is that what you did to Deonte Brooks?

Deonte Brooks? Why you bringing up old shit?

You know, you missed a lot of games in '95.

Where were you, huh?

Somewhere just dealing with the guilt?

Raise.

[chips clattering] Call.

Pistons know about that accident with that underage boy?

SPOON: Fold.

Huh? I'm asking you a question, Tony.

Where were you, huh?

Why did you miss all of those fucking games?

TONY: You know, the thing about talking shit is...

- Hm? - ...you gotta back it up.

All in.

[whispering] Oh, shit.

DIARRA: I was all in-- in the game, on the theory.

The card gods were backing me.

I could feel it.

You're a monster, aren't you?

What you got, girl?

Three-of-a-kind kings with ace high

for the lady in blue.

Well, I hope you like sailing,

'cause I got you a fucking boat.

- Oh, fuck. - Full house for Mr. Kincaid.

DIARRA: What does that mean?

- What does that mean? - That means you lost.

I need to talk to this bitch now.

DIARRA: Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Guys, seriously, seriously, let's just have a conversation.

What are you doing? This is a lot.

Come on, guys, this is really quite--

Hey, what are you doing?

I told you I had one motherfucking rule.

Y'all, seriously, this is crazy.

Hey, Maisha, can we please just discuss this?

This bitch did enough talking.

Seriously, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'm 'bout to give this bitch a root canal.

- Stop, please! Wait! - TONY: Maisha. Maisha.

I think she's ready to come clean.

[groaning]

You stalking me, big mouth?

What? No. No, no, no.

You just know every fucking detail of my life.

Who the fuck are you?

Me? I'm-- I am nobody.

I am a-- I am a schoolteacher

going through a fucked up divorce.

I am nobody.

DIARRA: Suddenly, I realized I was the one

being interrogated tonight.

Mm, so you got a problem.

I do. I do.

Yeah, I been where you are.

Bottom of the pit. Kinda where us addicts live.

Wait, what?

I'm an alcoholic, you're a gambling addict.

I am.

Well, you asked about the accident.

Here you go. I was drunk.

I nearly killed Gina's son.

The report said it was a minor

because we weren't technically related.

And I've been trying to make it up to them every day since.

DIARRA: The monster was becoming more human by the second.

Where were you the day Deonte Brooks went missing?

Again with Deonte Brooks.

Please, just tell me the truth.

Rehab.

I was in rehab. [clapping]

Front office kept it quiet.

Well, then why did you invite Deonte to sleepovers?

D was a good kid. Big heart.

No skill, but he was brave.

Kind of reminded me of myself.

And I was trying to make a difference in a kid's life.

No. No, no.

Don't play me.

What about the Russian and Mr. Greek's?

- Mr. Greek's? - Yes, Mr. fucking Greek's.

I see him once a year at a sponsor dinner.

I don't know that guy.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

I need my money back.

[chuckles]

[clears throat] You need help.

And the first step, is you have to ask.

I am asking. I-- this is me

asking for help in the form of my money back.

Get this bitch outta here. She needs to hit bottom.

No, no, no, it is-- this is kind of-- hold on.

It's kind of a crazy story.

Get this bitch out of here now.

It's actually funny. It's funny.

My friends are downstairs, they'll actually vouch for me.

It's a really funny story.

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

Homegirl! Maisha!

Homegirl! Maisha!

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

[screaming]

Can I ask you a question?

Mm.

How do you know I'm still alive?

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

Hello?

Chris?

Are you there?

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