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[Woman] Previously on Haus of Vicious...

Let me get one more.

Come on, man. It's time to go.

You think I'm playing with you?

You gonna take my keys?

Carolyn!

I never stopped loving you.

Come on, baby. Don't, no...

[Reporter] Four months since the tragic murder of Ivy Green,

many questions remain unanswered.

[doorbell ringing]

[Man] You thought that you gave me some head, you fixed it?

Yeah.

You still in the doghouse, though.

Well, if this is the doghouse, can I get a bone?

What the fuck you been doing?

[Man] You still fucking him?

This stalking shit you doing is getting kinda weird.

-Stalking? -[Man] I'm trans.

And you just now telling me?

I tried to be straight up with you.

Nigga, ain't shit straight about your ass.

-You a wannabe bitch. -Fuck you.

You gonna have this fucking baby

and you ain't never leaving this building.

[grunts]

And who the hell are you?

Kane's mother.

Didn't know he had one of those.

I'm sorry that I failed you as a mother.

I am sorry I didn't do better.

-And that's it. -Okay...

Son, I'm here to stay. So get used to it.

I got information, man. I got information.

A baby...

That nigga, Harvey, wasn't lying.

She had a whole baby.

Then she get married to me and never say shit about it?

Chantel and her mother,

they got secrets that they buried.

I need you to dig them up, all right?

I need you to find out everything about her,

especially who the father of that child is.

[hip-hop music]

[Kane] Snake eyes, nigga.

Put the money down.

Come on, nigga.

[Bishop] That's what's up.

For real.

-Come on. -Whatever.

Oh, word?

Gimme my fucking money. Come on.

Put the money down.

Let's grind it.

[Raven] You gonna toss some more money?

[Kane] Dawg, you stooped.

[Raven] Ugh.

[Kane] Come on.

Oh, word?

So you came here to die, my nigga?

Is that it?

We got a problem here?

Put the money down.

Yo, I should've slapped that motherfucker, yo.

Scared the hell out of him, though, bruh.

Fuck all that.

What's up with my cut from the Williamsburg lick, yo?

You got your cut. Both of y'all.

My shit was short and you know it.

Old Man Wise told me what he paid y'all

for them diamonds and all that other shit.

Not to mention the actual cash we clipped from the lick.

From my calculations, I'm supposed to get a third.

And I didn't. I want my money.

That was my motherfucking lick.

I found the spot. I cased the place.

We said thirds.

We ain't never said shit.

What we said was, whoever finds the lick

gets the higher percentage

and you agreed.

Now you coming down here

like you got amnesia or some shit.

If you broke and need me to spot you some bread...

Better get your boyfriend.

She don't better get shit.

What the fuck are y'all doing? Back the hell up, now.

This nigga's testing me. Move out the way, shorty.

Raven. You know what we agreed to.

Remind this nigga.

Bishop, what the hell? Don't push me.

Those rules are fucked up.

I won't be pulling no more licks with you

if this is how this shit gonna be.

None of that is answering my question.

Now remind this nigga of the rules, please.

Whoever secured the lick got the bigger cut.

Fuck you.

Not with Raven standing here.

[Raven] Bishop, wait.

[television running] [knocking on door]

What?

Hey, Mel. Kane here?

Back there and make it quick.

You did that shit, yo.

[Raven] Sure did. Now pay up.

Your cut as promised.

And the extra for my acting skills.

I ain't giving you shit. Your ass was supposed to cry.

Shut the fuck up.

[Chantel] The word hustle, by definition,

means fraud or to swindle.

But in the streets, it is a direct reflection

of how you stand on business.

Now the gag is figuring out

what type of business you standing on.

Family business, street business,

corporate business.

Hell, I'm gonna even throw nigga business in there too.

Okay, so let's take family business for instance.

Kane's philosophy was, it ain't frauding nobody

if the outcome provides for him and the people he love.

And if he had to choose between whoever and that,

the other person was gonna lose every single time.

Now, nigga business, that's some different shit.

It simply boils down to unprofessionalism,

unwritten rules, and unadulterated stupidity.

Bottom line, who gets caught slipping first,

but you can't hustle a person

who keeps their head on a swivel.

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* It ain't going down It's going up *

* Gotta keep that Henny in my cup *

* Try me if you want to press your luck *

* Bitch, it's up and it's stuck and it's stuck *

* Throw it in the air Watch it fall over your skin *

* Italian leather on my toes

* I step on necks to break 'em in *

* Throw it in the air Watch it fall over your skin *

* Italian leather on my toes

* I step on necks to break 'em in *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Real bitch right here *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

* I don't really even give a fuck *

* It ain't going down It's going... *

[suspenseful music]

[sirens wailing]

Dayna.

Where's this bitch?

Bitch.

[sirens wailing]

[police radio jargon]

[R&B music]

[cellphone ringing]

Yeah?

[dramatic stinger]

I'll handle it.

[cellphone calling]

Are you home?

Stay there. We have a problem.

[music]

So the plot thickens.

[hip-hop music]

Good morning.

Really? What's so good about the morning?

Well, seeing you, for starters.

Well, all right now.

Just know the flattery's not gonna get you a free drink.

What I need a free drink for

when I already got the best view in the city?

Oh, God.

No.

All right, all right, that wasn't my best shot.

Cute, though. Corny but cute.

[Trevor chuckles] [Lawanda chuckles]

So what you drinking this morning?

No, no, I just need to pick up my keys.

Yeah, I might've got a little carried away last night.

Yeah, maybe, maybe I had one too many.

Oh, so you the one my sister said was a sloppy drunk.

Staggering and sputtering all around the place.

No judgement, though.

I've had a few nights

of staggering and sputtering myself.

You a friend of Jack's too?

Shit, Jack, Crack, Eight Ball, all of them

kicked my ass.

-Had to let them go. -Okay.

My name's Trevor, by the way.

Lawanda.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Lawanda.

[Lawanda chuckles]

I guess I better get going.

Well, you could stay a little while.

Have a little something-something on me.

[Trevor] Mmm, well,

guess my luck finally turned around.

[Lawanda chuckles]

But, uh, just one. I got some place I gotta be.

You got it.

[Trevor] Got gone.

[Lawanda] Go slow.

Gotta heat your chest up.

[Trevor] Oh, yeah. Well, some like it hot.

[Lawanda] Put hair on your chest.

[shudders]

That's the way to get the morning started.

[Lawanda] Mm-hmm. [chuckles]

What?

[telephone ringing]

Haus of Vicious. Tia speaking.

[Josh] Hi, this is Josh with Fashion X Magazine.

We'd like to ask you...

I can't believe this shit. Where am I supposed to go?

I can't afford... Obviously no.

-You good? -[Tia] What?

-Everything all right? -[Tia] Oh.

Uh. Yeah.

How can I help you?

I'm here to see my brother, Milan.

Wow. I didn't know Milan had a brother.

Yeah.

Milan, there's some guy out here claiming to be your brother.

You wanna come get him or should I ask him to leave?

Hey, yo, you funny.

You cute too.

Isaiah.

-Milan. What up, dude? -[Milan] What up, brother?

What up, dude? You good?

What you doing up here?

Thought I'd stop by, see if you wanted to grab lunch.

Oh, all right, want to see if I wanted to grab lunch.

Man, I can't today, bro, I'm tied up.

-Oh, yeah. -[Milan] Yeah, man.

It's all good, bro. We do it another time.

Look, I'll tap in with you when I get up outta here, man.

Let me, uh, let me get up out your way.

-All right. Yeah. -[Milan] All right, boy. Yeah.

So you still want me to leave?

Sorry about that.

I know how you can make it up to me.

Let me take you out.

Movies, bowling, roller-skating.

You name it.

I love roller-skating.

I hear that. You hear that?

What?

[Isaiah] Sound like a date.

I just airdropped you my number.

Call me and let's see if 7:00 this evening works for you.

Maybe it will. Maybe it won't.

I'm betting that it will.

I'll see you tonight.

[telephone ringing]

We have a problem.

The police are all over the warehouse.

-What? -It's a mess.

Chantel!

Okay, Dayna. Dayna, she got away.

What do you mean she got away?

Wait a minute, calm down, okay? Just start from the beginning.

What happened?

She knocked me unconscious,

and when I came to, she was gone.

What are you talking about?

Mother, ever since I told you that Dayna was at the warehouse,

everything has gone to hell.

And now she is dead in the street,

and cops are everywhere.

Oh, my God. It's only a matter of time

before they come looking for me.

No. No one is coming for you.

Okay? No one.

How do you know that, Jaelyn? Huh?

This bitch tried to kill me.

I am being set up.

Oh, my God.

If the police connect me to Dayna...

There's no way they could connect her to you, okay?

And as far as we're concerned,

she's just another Jane Doe.

She better be.

And you better hope to God

your sloppy-ass tracks are covered, Chantel.

Me? You're trying to blame me?

This is all you, Mother! I had this handled.

You are delusional.

And what are you, Mother, huh?

You worried about this

when you need to be worried about the media.

If you weren't out kidnapping your husband's whore,

you would know

you're in the gossip rags again.

Okay, well, any story

that's out there about me, Mother,

you probably planted

'cause that's what you like to do: fuck with me.

'Cause you ain't nothing but a miserable old lonely bitch!

Woah, woah, woah, let's...

Let's just take this back, okay...

I have sacrificed my life for you!

You know you had a whore for a husband.

Nevertheless you hired him a mistress to have his baby.

Who in the hell does that?

And because she gave you a two for one,

and ran off with his heart

and his wayward dick,

you didn't like it?

Well, suck it up.

Be a woman for once!

You made this bed, now you lie in it.

Now you want it with me, little girl? Huh?

Here I am!

You have crossed more than one goddamn line.

You the one that got us into this mess

with no endgame in sight.

So all this right here

is on you, my dear.

Fix it.

Here, do you fuck with these?

[Izzy] Hey, boo-boo. Let me see.

Ha, hold up, homegirl.

Ease up on them "boo-boos."

Like we were saying.

Ooh! Bold. Avante garde.

But with a hint of classic elegance.

-I love that. -Oh, you like that?

That's nice, man. I feel like they're real luxurious.

It's all about the touch.

-Yes, it is. -Yeah.

'Cause, you know, the touch is not always a statement.

Sometimes, it's an experience.

We're at work.

Do y'all need a room?

You stay hating.

Whatever.

Anyway, as I was about to say,

with these textures and colors,

I'm thinking daring eye makeup.

Maybe a twist on the classic red lip.

I think that'll be dope as hell, honestly.

Look, just do what you do. You know I trust you.

You understand me.

[fake chuckling] Group, group hug. Group hug.

[Izzy] Girl, you extra.

[Milan] All right, girls. That's enough. That's enough.

Bunch of freaks.

Hey, you ever look around

and your entire life has fallen apart,

and you don't know how you got here?

Dayna's dead, your baby's dead.

And the one motherfucker I thought was dead is alive.

Ain't that some shit? Man, life be life.

The gag, though, is Carolyn

acting like I'm supposed to get over all this shit

and move on like things ain't a trainwreck.

If she was anybody else,

she'd have caught these hands, trust.

But that's my momma.

I'm always gonna love her.

So I can't do that.

I'm always gonna try to make her proud.

Even if she doesn't deserve it.

Fucking bitch.

Ugh, God, Chantel.

If you don't stop all this crying and whining,

[sighs] God, ain't nobody got time for all that,

particularly your ass.

You got a company to run,

a comeback to manage, and affairs to handle.

Live with it. Let it go

so you can breathe.

[indistinct chatter]

I did tag you.

It's social media and you supposed to be...

[Avery] Your numbers are bringing us down.

[indistinct]

Okay, just show some tits and ass

on the page, please.

Yes, party people! Yes!

Can you feel that? That is excitement, baby.

What is happening here?

I don't know, but I am here for the shenanigans.

-All up. -Give it to me, baby.

Please, sit down.

Well, yes, everybody, please sit down.

Now I need to know, are you with me?

[women] Yes, baby!

Amen. Okay, now listen.

Prepare to be amazed, okay,

because, in two weeks, we are hosting

the premiere ballroom fashion show!

I said ka-kah, ka, ka, ka, ka. Ka, ka, ka, kah.

[all exclaiming]

Okay! Yes!

Let me tell you ladies something.

The theme is gonna be, wait for it,

Donna Summer meets Grace Jones.

Ooh, baby, we are serving glitter and glamor

and all things fierce, metallics and dramatic lighting.

Mm-hmm... Oh, and Jaelyn, the guest list,

I need Vogue, Marie Claire, Essence,

all of them there,

and they need to be in disco-themed attire

because, people, we are celebrating

Haus of Vicious's anniversary.

And that is where I'm going to launch

the couture retro line.

Wait, I'm confused

'cause this, for sure, is not what I been working on.

Yeah, well, you know, it's gonna be the party of all parties.

Ain't nobody gonna wanna miss this

'cause we gonna be playing disco hits all night.

Mm-hmm. And let me tell you something.

The way I got this thing set up,

we gonna be serving fierceness in two parts.

Yes, part one is metallics

and avante garde head pieces.

Very reminiscent of Grace Jones. And part two...

Sequins.

Yes, like the Disco Queen herself, Donna Summer.

If that's what you want, like...

Well, what I want are structured cheekbones

and bold liner.

Oh, you already know how I gets down, honey,

faces beat for the gods, honey.

Every time.

And I need big hair, bouncy curls.

And then, for you, Ms. Avery,

I'd like you to do what you do best

which is running your fucking mouth.

But keep it classy, okay,

because we need to let people know that Haus of Vicious

is stepping platform heels on they necks.

Y'all with me?

-Oh, yeah! -Yes!

All right, well, let's get to it.

Oh, my God, it's gonna be so good.

[indistinct chatter]

[EDM music]

Exactly. Who else better than Haus of Vicious?

Yeah, but you like this?

I think it's delicious.

Oh, he's a cutey pie.

You gotta boo, you gotta bae?

In the making. Trying to make it work out.

My friend, um, can I tell you something

and you promise not to say anything?

Girl, I would never.

You know Trash stays lying.

I never liked her.

Everything about her says dirt roads and tacky.

Hm-hmm, um, hold up now.

Pump the brakes, baby girl.

Stop the press. We don't do that.

Avery is my friend

and I don't talk about my friends.

Yeah, I mean, you're right.

[sighs] I'm sorry.

I'm just, I'm having a bad day.

Um, today is the anniversary of my sister's death.

Oh, wow. I had no idea.

How are you doing?

Trying to keep it together,

but every day it's something.

Now I gotta deal with an eviction.

You know that old bitch told me

I have 30 days to get out my place?

I have nowhere to go

and no one I can even stay with.

You can always stay with me for a few days

until you find you a new place.

I'll even help you look.

Wow.

That's so sweet of you.

Izzy, you're literally the best friend I've ever had.

No worries.

Trust me, I know what it's like

to be thrown out on the streets and not have anyone to turn to.

Really? Where's your family?

Well, my birth parents gave me away.

And my adoptive parents

disowned me because of who I am.

So my family was the streets

until I came to Haus of Vicious.

[Chantel] When you have a good heart,

you tend to treat people how you wanna be treated.

You give too much, you love too hard,

you help too many times,

and you trust way too easily.

The problem with that

is you become an easy mark for a hustler.

They see that the good in you

can be a safe place for the bad in them.

Oh, listen. Now don't get me wrong.

It is a blessing to be a person

with great character and integrity,

but y'all gotta start utilizing discernment

out in these streets.

Otherwise, you and your good heart

need to be prepared to be hurt

many, many times.

[Reporter] Breaking news,

we've just received this anonymous footage

related to the case of 32-year-old Ivy Green.

Here you can see Ivy getting into an altercation

with an unidentified woman.

They seemingly begin the fight over a yellow envelope.

The unidentified woman grabs a bottle

and strikes Ivy twice across the head.

Oh, no. Oh, no, Oh, my God, that's me.

[eerie music]

[Reporter] Ivy is out cold.

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.

No!

[Reporter] The mysterious woman then grabs the envelope

and flees the scene.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my fucking God. No, no, no, no.

I can't go to jail.

I didn't mean to kill her.

[screaming in dread]

No!

[Reporter] We wanna quickly apologize to our audience.

We have just received this footage

and did not know the sensitivity of this conten.

Girl, what have you done?

Oh, God, oh, damn.

* Jordan Fors from those seven nation teenagers*

* Before that loan I guarantee you never seen paper *

* She with you right now

* But she probably be with me later *

* Olive hoodie, olive penis Nigga I'm the green ranger *

* I'm Tommy ho Like back up off me ho *

* The way this shit is looking

* There ain't nothing that can stop me ho *

Why you sitting here like you just lost your ball sack?

Pussy ass nigga.

I owe you a bullet for going after my wife.

Am I supposed to be shook?

Oh, come on, nigga. You need to relax.

You know, get you a drink.

Making threats like that

gets your motherfucking lungs collapsed, you feel me?

Yo, Jump, let's get two of those shots, bruh.

-Got you. -Appreciate it.

Come on, nigga, pick it up.

To the good old days.

Where snitches got stitches

and niggas respected money over bitches.

Mm, that's smooth.

All right, bitch, so why you here?

You know, Kane,

I was sitting in my car this morning,

taking in the sights.

I realize that you've always been

one dumb motherfucker when it come to women.

Yeah, you know, for some reason,

you just easily led astray.

Pussy-whipped, like, damn!

Get to your point, all right, or we have another problem.

All right, all right. My bad, bro.

I ain't your bro. Now get to your point.

But you used to be.

Then you snaked me.

But, hey, I ain't mad at you.

You know, I'm just gonna charge this shit up to the game.

And since I still got love for your snake ass,

I'ma drop this gift on you.

Guess who I saw laying dead in the street this morning.

Your bitch.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Your baby momma.

Man, what was her name?

Dana, Diana.

Donna.

Oh. Oh, hold...

I remember the bitch's name.

Yeah, yeah, it was, it was Dayna.

That's it.

Man, you can get the fuck outta here with that bullshit.

She died months ago.

You know, how you even know that I was talking to Dayna?

I never told you that.

Oh, you were talking to Raven, huh?

Uh, you know.

[chuckles] Don't worry about all that.

Just know that your bitch is dead.

Again.

What I know is your grimy ass is always lying, man.

Fuck outta here.

Okay, you don't believe me. Fine.

Guess you gonna have to take your snake ass

down to the morgue and see for yourself.

So what you wanna do?

Well, it's so nice to see that the band's back together.

[cellphone ringing]

I know, right?

So what's up with you and Milan?

Y'all back together?

I really don't know where we stand,

but I'm definitely still feeling him.

I want him back.

Then you have to treat him right.

And no more jokey-joke shit on live.

I know. Never again.

'Cause, believe me, I've had my share of fuckboys in Arkansas.

Arkansas? Trick, you said

you said you was from m Slauson and Crenshaw.

-[Avery] I am. -Lies.

I knew your ass was a country bitch.

Heifer, I was in Arkansas first and then I moved to L.A.

If you were in Arkansas first,

then your ass is from Arkansas.

That's it. No more of this L.A. Shit, okay?

Girl, please. I put the "Lah" in L.A.

Girl, answer that fucking phone.

No.

-Who is that? -Nobody.

Now, the music was good tonight, though, don't you think?

Not really. I mean, it was okay.

Oh, I guess I'm more of an R&B girl, you know?

Yeah, I mean, but there was a little bit of R&B in there.

But I cannot believe

you convinced me to do the limbo on skates.

That was hilarious.

Hey, I didn't think you could get down so low.

You is natural.

Nights like this, you know,

they just make me forget about all the craziness in the world.

It's just me, the city, and a pair of roller-skates.

Exactly, it's like, it's like your own little skate.

I love it.

So tell me something I don't know about you.

Well, I used to write poetry in high school.

Yeah, I kept it a secret.

Wow, poetry. You have to share with me sometime.

Maybe. Your turn, though. Any hidden talent?

Mm, I mean, I make really good pancakes.

Breakfast at my place is a serious affair.

I'ma have to take you up on that.

Well, thanks for the great time, again.

It was the perfect night.

Isaiah.

You're a nice guy, fine, but, I mean...

It's cool, it's cool. My bad.

I, I misread the vibes.

[Tia] Oh, no, you didn't.

It's just, how am I gonna get a second date

if I don't hold out.

You ain't gotta worry about that.

We'll definitely do this again.

Here.

[Tia] Thanks.

[unintelligible satisfied murmuring]

All right.

[rhythmically blowing through teeth]

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that's nice.

Real nice.

Check on this food.

[satisfied grunting]

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, that's gonna be good.

Damn, shit good.

Hey, it's me. Where you at?

Oh, I got dinner waiting for you.

I got something else waiting for you too.

Come on, now. Yeah.

All right.

It's good, yeah.

She definitely gonna like this.

Hello, sir. How may I help you?

Dayna Ortiz, okay? Was a Dayna Ortiz brought in?

My apologies, sir, but I don't see anyone by that name.

Can you please just look again?

Actually, we did have an unidentified hit-and-run

victim come in, but...

-But what? -That's all I can say.

Say more.

Well, the victim is a woman.

No name, though. She hasn't been identified.

Okay, okay, well, who can identify her.

I need to see them.

One moment.

Hi. How are you related to the victim?

She's my child's mother.

Okay. ID.

Come around that way.

[Woman] I'm about to leave for the night.

Have a good one. See you tomorrow.

Baby.

Baby, I'm home.

Oh, daddy, you, you did this for me?

Oh, let me find out. Baby, you cooked?

[Bishop] Mm-hmm.

Where you been?

Baby, you ain't gonna gonna believe this, like...

Chantel had us all, all of us, just held up at work.

She spring on us at the last minute

that she wanna put on

some disco goddamn ball in two weeks.

Like we're gonna do that.

It was crazy.

Yeah, but what I don't understand

is you do social media, so why you so late?

No, no, no, babe. That's just my title.

I help everybody up there.

Like, when I'm not helping Raven with the wigs,

I'm helping Milan with design selections.

And I even help Tia answer the damn phone.

I'm practically running the place up there.

Like, I'm all over it, okay?

So why don't you get a promotion

to become officer manager?

No, no, I just kinda jump in when I need to. You know?

For free?

Baby, come on. Let it go.

Gosh. Oof, I am trying to leave work at work

and get into all of this

Look what my baby did. Ooh, it smell so good.

Look, I'm just trying to relax and eat.

And then give my daddy his dessert.

Is that okay?

-Okay. -Thank you, baby.

Thank you.

Thank you. It's so good.

You so sweet to me. Thank you.

You welcome.

Make my plate, boo.

I got you.

Damn, it's her.

Dayna.

How many children did you two have?

We didn't have any kids.

You said she was your child's mother.

She was pregnant. She was pregnant with my child.

She wasn't pregnant.

What?

Wait, what are you saying?

Look, I'm sorry for your loss, sir,

but I think it's time for you to go.

No, no, fuck that. I'm not going anywhere

till you give me some answers.

Did she lose the baby in the accident?

No. No, she didn't.

And from my examination, there were no biomarkers

to indicate that she'd had any recent pregnancies.

What? What?

Sir, you need to leave.

Otherwise, I'm gonna have to call security.

Fuck security.

No, you know what? How long have you worked here?

You need to go.

Bitch, I had no plans of doing some fucked up shit today,

but I am this close to changing my schedule.

I'm gonna ask you again,

how long have you worked here?

Thirteen years.

In this same morgue?

Please, sir, what does it matter?

Please, just leave or let me go.

No. And I am not gonna ask you again.

Yes, yes. In this same office.

That's what I thought.

So why in the fuck did you tell me

that Dayna Ortiz died three months ago?

Trust me, you do not want to test me.

Okay. Okay.

Someone called in a favor and offered to pay me

if I said one of my Jane Doe's was Dayna Ortiz.

And I needed the money.

And the real Jane Doe was just a drug addict from the street.

No one ever comes in to claim their bodies, so I...

-Who offered to pay you? -I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know.

You think this is a game that I'm playing with you?

No, no, no, I don't. It was a man.

I swear. I don't know who he is.

He just said his name was Santa.

Oh, my God, detective. She's dead.

[Nile] Dead? Who?

The medical examiner, she's dead.

-[Nile] Who you talking about? -She's dead!

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