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[Chantel] Previously on Haus of Vicious...

Yes, party people, yes!

Can you feel that?

Ooh!

Dayna got away.

-What do you mean she got away? -What happened?

Everything has gone to hell.

And now she is dead in the street

and cops are everywhere.

I am being set up!

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, isn't it?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

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

Your bitch.

Who the fuck are you talking about?

Your babymama.

-She wasn't pregnant. -What?

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

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

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

He just said his name was Santa.

[intensifying music]

Where the fuck is your man at, yo?

We been sittin' out here waitin' on him

for damn near a hour.

This nigga gonna fuck us up.

First of all, nigga,

don't ever come at me like that again.

This sorry motherfucker is more your man than mine.

I barely see his ass anyway.

He didn't even come home last night.

That was last night. Where's he at now?

Poundin' some bitch. I don't know!

And I don't care.

Talk about he bought us a place in LA.

Spare me the lies.

That nigga barely even been out of N'ork.

He don't know shit about LA.

Maybe the bitch he's chasin' is out there.

You real fucked up for saying that.

You wish you had a bitch to chase.

But you too busy being jealous of Bishop.

What the fuck?

That corny-ass nigga don't got shit

for me to be jealous of.

You jealous 'cause he get up in the morning.

Jealous 'cause that nigga smiling.

-Jealous-- -Don't play me.

I ain't never been jealous of nobody.

Tell it to a deaf person 'cause I hear otherwise.

Both y'all really need to shut the fuck up.

'Cause in a minute,

I'ma call this lick off my damn self

and let Mel know you're out here wildin'.

[tense music]

Let's roll.

♪ Uh, uh, uh

♪ I'm not trying live to die

♪ I'm just trying to live my life ♪

Don't fucking move!

Don't move! Back up, back up!

♪ I'm just trying to walk the sky ♪

We'll take it from here, fellas.

Hey, yo!

Pick that gun up! Pick that gun up!

Get on the ground.

Let's go!

♪ I'm just trying to live my life [my life] ♪

[Chantel] Real friendship

starts off like a seed...

planted into the souls of the parties involved.

That seed can then be watered with integrity.

Now, life, love, and friendship

are about finding the people

who have blooming soil.

[engine struggles]

[Chantel] So that when you plant your seeds of love...

[siren chirps]

[Chantel] ...and water that seed with all that you have inside...

the land will produce something meaningful

and reward you

instead of leaving you standing in an empty field of dirt.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ It ain't goin' down, it's goin' up ♪

♪ Gotta keep that Henney 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 goin' down, it's goin'-- ♪

[boom]

This just in.

A shocking development at the city morgue.

The medical examiner has been pronounced dead

in what police are calling a brutal and mysterious murder.

In other news, the local fair begins this weekend

and locals are excited.

[pompous news outro music]

[sirens wailing]

[exhales]

Oh, thank god.

Okay. Yes.

Thank god.

Ooh, Jaelyn, you came through again, girl.

Oh, that's good. I don't see nothin'.

Okay.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[Santa] Chantel.

I see you're back in our little hideout.

I want you to know, though our gift may be dead,

our business is not.

What do you want?

[Santa] What everyone wants, Chantel--money.

I'll be in touch.

[tense music]

[mellow R&B music]

What's wrong with you, Nephew?

Don't know what the fuck is going on.

She was alive.

[unnerving music]

Tragedy about that medical examiner, huh?

What?

Can't believe that someone would do that.

-Do I know you? -No.

Just making small talk.

-Why? For what? -I'm just saying.

Seems like there's more to the story anyway.

You're just gonna keep on talking

when I'm clearly not fucking with you?

You ordered the diet soda pop, right?

So drink it.

Not up for the small talk.

Understood.

Just making conversation.

You good, Nephew?

Yeah, I'm straight.

You know what?

[purposeful music]

[horns honking]

[Chantel] Come on! I got somewhere to be!

Shit. Damn.

[Phone Assistant] How may I help you?

-Call Harvey. -[Phone] Calling.

[line trilling]

Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.

[Voicemail] Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

-[Phone] How may I help you? -Redial.

[line trilling]

[horns honking]

[purposeful music]

[phone ringing]

Just as we suspected, he's nowhere to be found.

She's not cooperating!

Hey, fuck that! I'm cornered here.

[Chantel] Harvey?

Shit, somebody's coming.

[purposeful music]

Harvey?

Harvey?

Oh my god. What is happening?

[purposeful music]

[hip-hop music]

[Bishop] Isn't this nice and sweet?

How the hell did you get in here?

Is this your little boy?

Plus you know Tia's ass is always late.

You need to leave.

Huh.

What do you want, Bishop? And make it quick.

Uh.

What, you got some pictures of Chantel

doing something stupid? Just release it.

I'm done being muscled by you.

Done?

Got something even sweeter.

[percussive music]

Yeah, get a look at 'em.

[suspenseful music]

All right, well, uh, I'ma get on out of here.

Enjoy the rest of your day.

♪ Do-do-do-do-do

♪ Do-do-do-do-do

[screams]

Okay, is this... Yeah, I think so.

Agh! Fuck!

[sighs]

[loud bang]

Fuck.

[suspenseful music]

[pants]

I'm gonna have to kill that motherfucker.

I'm tired of talkin' to your ass!

Shit, Chantel.

[pants]

Get your shit together.

[pants]

Oh, okay.

Ain't no time to waste, bitch. Here we go.

Mm!

Fallin' apart is a option for white bitches.

You don't have that fuckin' privilege, bitch.

There is no time to waste.

Oh!

This is your second chance. This is your second chance.

You gotta get out of here.

They ain't gonna take it. That's right.

Time to go to work.

[sighs]

Meeting in 30!

[unnerving music]

What's this?

[sighs] Milan?

What are you doing?

What, what is it? What, what do you need?

I need for you to remember that you have a job.

Wrap that up. Meeting now.

Okay.

Well, I really appreciate you accepting my apology.

So, I was thinking,

how about we have dinner later tonight?

My treat.

I know a perfect little spot downtown called The Rooftop.

Okay. That sounds good.

How's 7 o'clock?

Uh, Isabella?

I have to go. The hall monitor is here.

I'll text you the details later.

All right, that's cool. Hit me.

Bye.

Tia, send out a work memo, stat.

"No Facetime during work hours."

We need to set some decorum around here.

[sputters]

Thank you.

[Avery] Sequins...

Shake this out.

Spread real nice, give it a little volume so when...

'Cause that's what this is.

These colors are perfect for a retro vibe.

Thick, bold eyeshadows-- shimmer, baby.

And I can complement that look with big, voluminous curls.

Total '70s glam.

Yes! This is the shit that I'm talkin' about.

A-game, baby. Now, come on.

Keep the ideas flowing, please.

And to add to that, I have some wonderful news.

Voguehas offered to sponsor the entire event.

[exclaiming]

Wait a minute!

Provided that they're granted the rights to the exclusive.

Yes! Exclusive granted.

You didn't even have to ask me that.

I mean, come on. Good job, Jaelyn.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Come on, fashion gods, you all better show up!

Mm-hmm, that part.

Now, listen.

You are next, so what's your vision?

Uh, honestly?

Not this back to the future type of timing that we're on, but,

we're here now, so...

Anybody need a little shade?

That's some extra right over here.

Since we want to be all civil rights

and sequins and flares,

I present to you 1974.

Milan.

Milan?

Even though you're being an ass right now,

I'm gonna get that slide, 'cause baby,

these designs are beautiful. I love them!

Wow.

I appreciate that, Chantel. It means a lot.

Put my lifeblood into these.

Same I did the ones I designed last time

that you discarded.

Milan, you know I didn't discard anything.

I tabled them for now, okay?

But can we please get back to the fashion at hand?

Okay, please!

'Cause I'm so thankful that you guys get my vision.

You know, you give me what I want

and you deliver, no questions asked.

I have a question. Why did you table it?

What was the reason?

Like I said, I put a lot of time into those.

And you absolutely did, Milan.

And that's why I said we're gonna talk about it later.

But right now, we're discussing this line.

I don't see why we can't also discuss this right now as well.

Because now is not the time or the place.

So I'm gonna try it again

and say wecan talk about this later.

Well, hopefully later,

you don't have some surprise crisis

where you have to blow me off and disregard me again, so...

Okay, my office now.

He don't know when to stop. He don't know when to stop.

Fuck is wrong with you, nig--

What, what is your problem, Milan?

What's my problem?

My problem is you continue to trifle with my time

and my emotions.

I already did all this work.

I had samples made that were ready to go.

Shit we could be proud of!

I thought it was finally,

after years and years of being in your shadow, my time

to have my own line at Haus of Vicious.

Own line? Really? Now, what gave you that idea?

I talked to Jaelyn and she--

Okay, let me stop you right there

because I think that is the fucking problem.

This right here is Haus of Vicious,

not Haus of Jaelyn or Milan, okay?

I never agreed to no subline of yours.

What I agreed to do was look at your samples, which I did.

And judging from that little tantrum

that you just threw out there, you don't need your own line!

You need to grow the fuck up, get thicker skin,

and stop coming for me!

-I'm not coming for you. -Oh, really?

'Cause I can't tell

'cause you all up in your motherfuckin' neck.

Chantel--

And let me remind of you somethin'.

Every spool of thread, every needle,

every sewing machine, every bale of fabric in this bitch

is mine, not Jaelyn's.

Now, she had no business promising something

that she wasn't qualified to keep.

Up in here, causin' a scene

and disruptin' my fuckin' meeting.

You're my lead designer, Milan.

You want to check the signature on your paycheck?

And another thing.

All of that lumberjack/ hood streetwear shit

that you scribbled on the pad,

I'm all the way off that dated-ass shit,

'cause this ain't Walmart.

You just wanna be disrespectful. You doin' a lot,

and honestly, I don't appreciate--

Appreciate what? Your job?

'Cause this is what I'ma do for you.

I'ma let you take the rest of the day off on me

to give you time to think about how much it means to you.

[birds chirping]

Tell me, Nephew,

what was goin' on with you this morning?

You know you can't be talkin' to my customers like that, man.

You messin' with my money.

Yeah, I know, I just...

I ain't feel like dealin' with nobody.

I got too much shit on my mind right now.

Like what? Don't tell me you still upset

that Lawanda moved in with us. You need to get over that shit.

I ain't worried about that.

Bigger problems.

Apparently Dayna was never pregnant.

Our relationship was a lie.

Well, come again? See--what? Dayna, what?

Yeah.

Yeah, and it gets worse.

You know the medical examiner, the one that's been on the news?

That was the last one with her.

Kane, don't tell me you were fuckin'

that goofy-lookin' white woman.

You think I'm some kind of playboy,

like I'm out here fuckin' everything and everybody.

Anyway, get to the point, Nephew.

Look, Bishop came up in here, all right?

He told me that Dayna was alive.

Then he talkin' about she dead.

[laughing] That slow-ass Bishop up here

laying some shit on you, and you believe it?

How many times do I have to tell you--

It's true, though.

I'm telling you, he was telling the truth.

I went down there to the morgue.

I put some pressure on that medical examiner.

I got her to admit all kind of shit.

She said that she was paid off to falsely identify

some Jane Doe as Dayna.

So Dayna was never killed that day.

She's definitely dead now.

I saw her body myself.

That's some shit, Nephew.

And to think, though.

Who has the resources to pay off a medical examiner?

I mean, what's really going on?

Kill Dayna once?

I mean, that's accident, maybe.

But twice? That's a message.

A message for who?

It smells a little vicious to me.

Chantel did what?

She lie. Shitted on my new line.

Said she all the way off that.

All she care about is this ballroom fashion show bullshit.

Now, see, this is exactly why I submitted your resume

and some of your sketches over to International Designs.

You did what?

I said I submitted your resume and--

You lost your fuckin' mind, man?

That email I got that morning? You responsible for that?

Yeah, I mean...

That's probably why she fuckin' played me to the left.

Nah, bro, she played you because she don't respect you.

Your ignorant ass don't know shit about business.

This shit is cutthroat.

Fuckin' around could get me blackballed.

I was trying to help youout.

Stop doin' shit I didn't ask you to do, Zay!

All right, bet.

Say no more, then. Just remember,

when they call you for that interview,

tell them to fuck it!

[knocking on door]

-Hey, you got a moment? -[Chantel] What is it?

And please don't come in here pilin' more shit on my plate.

So if that's your intention,

just go on back to your little station.

I came in here to finalize these looks for the showcase

because the other night, when I--

Okay, well, leave 'em over there.

And, um, about the other night?

We're at work, so I won't be discussing that here.

Becausethe other night, I emailed you these looks,

but a few moments ago,

I noticed that the shit bounced back.

But I tell you what, fuck it,

because the truth of the matter is this--

all this bullshit you got goin' on right now

has less to do with me

and more to do with you not knowing

how to pick a fucking side, so I will help you out.

Run your business. Run your business.

Work on your...marriage.

Stay the fucking course.

I'm out of here for the rest of the day.

What's goin' on?

Girl, I need a smoke break.

Man, what type of freaky shit

is goin' on in that motherfucker?

...absolutely lost her fucking mind.

And then Milan, I had to send him home.

He had an attitude because

he was under the impression that you

were gonna help him start his own clothing line.

I never told him that.

Anyways, we have more pressing matters to talk about.

Actually, we don't.

I don't appreciate you making promises

in the three months that I was gone.

What are you talking about?

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

You walking around here acting like I didn't exist.

That's why when I did come back,

you looked real comfortable in my chair.

Well hell, you'd been gone for three months.

And you were paid well for that.

Paid well?

I lost my family behind this shit.

You can never pay me enough for that.

Because yes, once again,

me holding you down, putting out your fires,

while you're off hiding costs me.

So don't ever come talking to me about money.

-Jaelyn-- -No, I'm not done.

Because what you need to do is thank me.

And you need to start taking care of

your head designers because he's the only one around here

designing anything that's moving.

And if you don't believe me, check the sales report.

Jaelyn, damn, calm down, girl!

All I'm sayin' is stop making promises to these niggas.

Would you sit down, please? Come on, we better than this.

Listen, I want you to know that I'm really sorry

that your marriage fell apart.

I mean, you really gonna put all that off on me, sis?

That's some dirty shit.

I'm thankful for you, Jaelyn.

And Milan.

But now he has gotta get his shit together

'cause he walkin' around here talkin' to me like he crazy.

He's frustrated.

He doesn't feel seen by you anymore.

He's trying to elevate his career,

and you're the only one that can open that door for him.

He told you that?

Chantel, if you would just open your eyes

and look at anyone else besides yourself,

you would know what's going on around here.

Anyways, I set up a press conference

so you can address your father's reappearance.

[sighs] This motherfucker.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Hey, what's happening, young blood?

Shit, I can't complain. What's up with you?

Where them keys at? You been behind the wheel?

[laughs] Nah.

[Man] ...here at the Haus of Vicious press conference,

where the visionary Chantel Vivian

is now addressing the rumors

about her father's resurgence. Let's listen in.

Okay, listen, um...

I don't know who leaked these lies,

but I will not be slandered.

I've never once said that my father was dead.

Check the receipts.

Not one interview, magazine spread,

press release, social media post,

have I ever mentioned his name.

I don't talk to him, okay?

I don't associate with him.

I don't deal with him, period.

So perhaps the answer to this ridiculous question...

yes, he is dead to me.

But he is very much alive.

[Reporters] Chantel! Chantel!

But there's a whole gravesite, a tomb with his name on it.

You've been spotted putting flowers on his grave.

Yeah, um...

because I just couldn't believe

that a man could walk away from his child.

So I declared him dead to me and I bought a plot.

Crazy, I know. Off the wall, yes.

You guys know me. That's me, right?

And that's this new line.

So all you Haus of Vicious competitors,

you better buckle up.

'Cause Haus of Vicious ain't taking no prisoners.

Thank you.

Chantel, Chantel!

So is this actually a publicity stunt

for your new line?

Let it go, let it go.

No more questions, please. Thank you very much.

Publicity stunt? You know what?

The only publicity stunt that's happening here today

is this sensationalized story

that you guys are trying to spin.

Everything that Haus of Vicious stands on is because of me.

Come on, guys.

I don't need to create lies and bullshit for y'all.

My creative energy, vision,

design team, and loving support

from my mother, Carolyn Vivian,

is what makes me the first lady of fashion.

Now, I'd like for you to get into that.

Now there's no more questions.

[Reporters] Chantel! Chantel!

Thank you very much.

I got wontons and egg rolls and moo-goo-somebody!

-Moo goo gai pan. -Whatever.

I got it with the shrimp, like you like.

-[sighs] -Uh-oh. What's wrong?

Talked to Chantel after the staff meeting

about my designs.

She trashed them.

Said it wasn't on brand with Haus of Vicious.

What?

What the fuck? That's insane.

Why would she say some shit like that?

-It don't matter. -No, it does matter.

The fuck?

Not if she don't believe in the shit.

Chantel is not the end all, be all.

I know it's tough.

But hell, maybe it's a sign.

A sign of what?

That you givin' too many fucks about somebody

who don't know your worth.

To Haus of Vicious, to Chantel?

Where has it gotten you, huh?

Dismissed, overlooked?

Maybe it's time you...

rethink where your loyalties lie.

I'm just sayin'.

Well, shit, let's eat.

[suspenseful music]

Fuck yeah.

[mutters to self]

What the fuck are you doing here?

Did you know that Dayna was alive?

-What are you talking about? -Goddamn it!

I'm warning you.

Don't play your fucking games with me, all right?

I'm not in the mood.

Your whore has been dead for months.

See, you fuckin' lying to me.

She just got killed,

'cause I was at the morgue yesterday.

What?

Oh.

You surprised by that too?

Well, the medical examiner, she told me

somebody paid her off.

I bet you don't know nothin' about that either, huh?

Kane, you've gotta leave.

-I've gotta leave? -Yeah.

Fuck that!

I'm not goin' anywhere until you give me some answers,

because none of this shit makes sense.

I've been spinning it in my head,

Chantel, I'm telling you. And I know how you think.

Harvey told me you can't be trusted.

-Harvey? -Yeah, Harvey.

Yeah, Harvey.

That motherfucking snake that you hired

to steal my shares of Vicious. Myshares.

Mm-hmm.

But I got his bitch ass to talk, and you know what he told me?

He said that you've been hiding some things from me, Chantel.

Yeah, so I'ma ask you again.

Did you know that Dayna was alive?

And did you know that she wasn't pregnant?

Dayna waspregnant, okay?

That bitch was definitely pregnant.

And obviously your whore faked her own death

to get away from your crazy ass,

which is exactly what I should've done.

Always talkin' about we should be back together

and how much you love and miss me,

and yet here you are again, Kane,

standin' in my face, talkin' about the same hoe.

-Chantel, I'm-- -No, Kane!

I am sick and tired

of thinkin' that you've changed

when you still the same triflin-ass nigga

that you've always been.

Good riddance to your bitch, Kane.

I just hope that she's dead for real this time.

Now get out!

Of my office and my life.

[sings to self]

Oh shit, I'm tired.

[sings to self]

[laidback music]

Dante, where are you?

[laidback music]

[line trilling]

[Voicemail] Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

[beep]

Hey, Dante, it's me.

I'm here, waiting.

[sings to self]

Why is my son's room empty? Hm?

I told you the next time I came over here

that I wanted to see my son.

Now, where is he?

He ain't here.

And he ain't comin' either.

And if he was, I wouldn't tell yourass.

What the fuck you mean he ain't here?

You think I'd hurt my son?

My son means everything to me!

-Bitch, I'm talkin' to you-- -[shouts]

Yo dumb ass.

You know what?

I'm so fuckin' tired of you coming in here,

fucking with me, testing me!

You forget I'm from the same streets as you, mothafucka?

I used to slit throats

right next to your dumb ass!

And you comin' at me like this?

Bitch, fuck all that. Where is my son?

If you ask me, I'm more man than you, you dickhead.

-That's what you think? -You bald motherfucker--

Bitch, I'll kill you!

Don't put your motherfucking hands--

Don't put your motherfucking hands on me!

Get the fuck out of here! Get out!

I'm not fucking playing! Get the fuck out!

[sinister music]

[pants]

You know you fucked up.

[sobs]

[tense music]

[upbeat music]

Looks like he isn't coming. I'll take the check.

[hip-hop music]

♪ A hundred million haters

♪ I ain't playin' favorites

Well, if it isn't the reincarnated nigga

from the news.

That's one way to say it.

[hip-hop music]

Before we get started, let's get this shit straight.

Especially since you come in here playin' games.

You either come correct

or you can take your money and get the fuck out of here.

Respectfully.

I got you, young blood.

Good.

'Cause you got some explainin' to do.

Father-in-law.

Look, man, real talk.

Last thing I ever expected was to be a headline.

Mm, yeah.

Bet the fuck you didn't.

But sometimes you think you got the right play.

It turns out...

it's all about timing.

That's all you got.

[phone vibrating]

Fuck she want?

You knew I was married to Chantel all along, huh?

Well, you know, not at first.

Let me tell you somethin'. I've done some things...

that'll make the devil think twice.

Don't fuck with me.

I know you knew exactly who I was.

Specially since you ain't the only nigga

who's been on the news.

All right, that's what I thought.

Go ahead and shoot it to me straight, man.

Why are you here?

Don't give me no story about

how you came back for your family either.

'Cause I know Chantel better than she knows herself.

Damn sure better than you do.

And I can assure you that she ain't fuckin' with you.

And don't nobody want Carolyn's crazy ass.

You'd be surprised.

Look.

Let's just say I got into a deep hole

with an underground investment group

that started off small, but, you know, it escalated.

[Kane] So you on the run again?

No, no, no, I'm all done with that.

I'm trying to figure this shit out now.

I want my life back.

Okay.

Understood.

Tell me about this underground investment group.

All right, so they deal in commercial real estate,

but it's all a front.

They're using the sale of the properties

to launder money.

Now, it's a dangerous game, but the profit is life changing.

I got in a little too deep. I couldn't keep up.

You know, ran out of capital.

So that's why you really here?

Trying to get my wife's money?

No.

Oh, shit, no.

I would never pull my daughter into no shit like this.

Nigga, she is the only reason I willingly fell into the grave.

To protect her.

Hm. Okay, Pops. So what's your plan?

I need an investor.

You know anybody in real estate?

Shit.

Maybe.

[Jaelyn] I did what had to be done.

I ran Dayna over with my car.

You did what?

So you're the one who ran over her?

Are you kidding me?

You were the one who said "Wrong plan"

when I wanted to take her out, and now this?

Just know that if I go down, we all go down.

Look, girl, please, you the one who lied.

And you would've kept living your lie

had Bishop not exposed your ass.

Now, I don't take kindly to threats.

And I don't negotiate with terrorists.

So my advice to you is you best not go down.

Oh, obviously you and your daughter

got this shit mixed up,

because I didn't sign up to be

an accessory to bribery or kidnapping.

But you've taken to murder.

This is my life!

Then you better start playin' it better, darling.

[sinister stinger]

Hey, daddy. [chuckles]

Don't come in here with that daddy shit.

Why are you sitting here in the dark?

Because I was thinkin'.

Aw, you was thinkin' about me, baby?

I was thinkin' that...

you bitches ain't shit.

What?

You lead a motherfucker on,

and then when he, you know, start gettin' into you...

...just turn on him.

Number one, I ain't no bitch.

Number two, I'ma get my shit and get up on out of here

'cause I'm not stickin' around here

for you to treat me like that, what the fuck?

Why don't you just tell me what's wrong with you

instead of you sittin' up in here,

talkin' out your ass?

I wanted to see my son,

but this bitch is keepin' him from me.

Baby, baby, you have a son and you never told me?

It ain't none of your fuckin' business.

Whoa. Oh.

Okay.

You're right.

And it still ain't none of my fuckin' business.

Fuck you, Bishop.

Fuck you too.

[knocking on door]

Can I help you?

Yeah, you called for maintenance?

What are you maintaining dressed like that?

I'm the new owner of the building.

And I'm also with maintenance.

Ah.

You requested you had a leak?

Oh, right, that. Come on in.

It's just right over here.

I'll leave you to it.

Comin'!

Oh. It's just you.

Oh, that was nasty. What that mean?

Why your face all turned up like that?

It means I thought you were Dante

because that nigga stood me up tonight.

And he owes me an apology.

Had me on some damn rooftop waitin' for him

for over an hour.

Sorry.

Here I thought he was different.

I guess he really couldn't accept the fact

that I'm a trans woman.

Oh, baby!

[Izzy] I don't know.

I'm giving up on dating altogether.

Girl, fuck him, okay? He wasn't shit.

He wasn't ever gonna be shit.

And he was too cute to ever be more than shit, okay?

Come on!

You are a beautiful woman. An amazing woman.

And there is an amazing man out there just for you.

But anyway, back to me.

Let me tell you about this motherfucker here.

This overgrown motherfucker comes--

Uh, you're all set.

Oh. Thank you.

Yeah.

Don't hesitate to reach out if anything else comes up.

Thank you.

Uh...hi.

Who the hell was that?

Girl, the new building owner.

Okay! He was cute or whatever. See? Come on!

[laughs] Anyway, back to me.

This overgrown motherfucker gonna say to me--

[knocking on door]

Who is it-- Who is it?

[Kane] Come on and open this door.

[gentle music]

I ain't for your shit tonight, Kane.

-What? -Mm-hmm.

You text me.

You ain't respond, so I nixed it.

-You nixed it. -I nixed it.

All right, well, I ain't come all the way over here

to stand in your hallway, so what's up?

-What? Give me-- -You've had enough.

-We need to talk. -About what?

-About Ivy. -Oh my god, Ivy?

That's what you been textin' me for?

[sighs] Look, man, that bitch is dead, all right?

-Fuck her. -You ain't seen it?

Everybody been talking about it. It's all over the news.

Okay? They say they found a woman...

And everybody got footage and they got proof.

-And they got-- -Whoa, slow down!

-What do you mean, footage? -Mmm, listen, listen, listen.

Okay, listen to me.

I'm tryin' to tell you somethin'.

I think I killed her, Kane.

But listen to me. I needed the money, okay?

Bishop kept fucking with me. He wouldn't leave me alone.

You told me to give her a crib, right?

And I gave that to her. I promise I did.

I, I went back.

I went back and I got it from her.

-Wait, wait-- -Because I needed it.

-You did what? -Because I had no choice.

I had no choice 'cause ain't nobody helpin' me.

Okay, okay, okay. Look.

What happened when you went over there?

What happened?

She, um...

She, she had came.

She rushed up to me. She came up to me.

And so I-- we got into a fight.

-We fought. -You be doin' all that...

-We fought-- -You're not goin' nowhere.

-Hold me. -You're not goin' nowhere.

-You didn't kill her. -What?

Dayna shot her. Okay? Dayna shot her.

What? What you talkin' 'bout?

You didn't kill her. Dayna shot her.

And I put her body in the dumpster.

You're okay. I promise you're okay.

[boom]