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-I'm Zac. -[Fatima] Oh, God. Zac!

Stupid motherfucker.

There's a video.

I may have sent it to her.

Sent it to who?

Belinda.

Yeah.

She ain't my friend after the way she treated me.

Oh, you mean after you went after Zac?

[Zac] Please move your hands up.

'Cause they can be wrapped all around your...

No, please, please.

-Are you Zac? -Yeah, I'm Zac.

-[Zac] Who are you? -Fatima's mother.

-Oh. -[Deja] Ow!

-I'm Zac. -[Fatima] Oh, God. Zac!

Stupid motherfucker.

There's a video.

I may have sent it to her.

Sent it to who?

Belinda.

Yeah.

She ain't my friend after the way she treated me.

Oh, you mean after you went after Zac?

[Zac] Please move your hands up.

'Cause they can be wrapped all around your...

No, please, please.

-Are you Zac? -Yeah, I'm Zac.

-[Zac] Who are you? -Fatima's mother.

-Oh. -[Deja] Ow!

I'm in pain! What the fuck?

Now my back really fucked up.

Okay, uh... Come on, get up.

Slow, slow, slow.

Come on, sit up. Just sit up, sit up, sit up.

Sit up, sorry. Sorry, sorry.

-Sorry. I'm sorry. No... -[Deja] That feel kind of good.

Oh! No. No, I wasn't... I wasn't...

-Yes, you was. -No, I wasn't.

Stop, Deja, stop.

I'mma take you inside.

You don't wanna know what happened to me?

No, nothing happened.

His country-ass bitch from next door.

-No. No. -That's what happened to me.

[Zac] She... It was a slip and fall.

-She was... -[Deja] Oh, shit.

[Zac] Come on. Come on, come on.

[Deja] I'm walking as fast as I can.

[Zac] Okay, okay.

You trying to kill me for this insurance money, ain't you?

Bitch, you ain't got no fucking insurance money.

Go inside the door.

[Deja] [groans]

I need an ice bath!

[Zac] Shut up! Deja, shut the hell up!

-[Deja] [groans] -[Zac] Damn it, you--

♪ Love ain't perfect, but it's still workin' ♪

♪ May not be what we see on TV, but it's damn sure worth it ♪

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Love ain't perfect, but we still workin' ♪

♪ Don't gotta be what we see on IG ♪

♪ 'Cause we're still worth it

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah

♪ Do, do, do, do-do-do-do-do

♪ It's still worth it

[crickets chirping]

[dog barking]

Shit...

Hey, Momma.

-Hey! -Hi, Daughter.

[Fatima] Um, what are you doing here?

I didn't like the way you sounded on the phone

so I thought I'd bring the care package myself.

Momma, I'm fine.

I know you. You're not fine.

Okay, Momma.

Don't tell me I don't know my daughter.

[Fatima] Momma.

So this is where you're living?

Um, yeah, yeah.

You never really answered my question.

What question was that?

[Mona] Are you living with Zac?

See, Momma, I was waiting to talk to you in person.

-Good. -[Fatima] Yeah.

I'm right here.

Uh, yeah, you are.

Um, did you knock on the door?

No, I was waiting for him to invite me in.

Okay, so you didn't knock, though?

No, he's next door.

I'm sorry. What?

[Mona] When I drove up, he was with a young lady

sitting in his arms.

Sitting in his arms?

Yeah, he's with her now.

Okay.

So are you gonna invite me in?

Yes, yes, I, I am.

I'm gonna invite you in right now.

[Zac clearing throat]

Sorry about that.

Fatima, your mom's here.

I see that.

[Zac] Did you know she was coming?

[Fatima] No, I didn't.

Are any of you going to invite me inside?

Oh, yes. Come on, please.

-[Fatima] Zac. -This is heavy.

[Zac] Oh!

Of course, let me grab this from you.

Come on.

Well, this is nice.

Thanks.

Seems to be more of your taste than Fatima's.

Yes, Mom, this is Zac's house.

But you live here too.

-Sometimes. Not all the time. -[Mona] Sometimes?

Mom, I still have my place, yes.

I see.

Well, I'll have to rethink that care package.

What are you talking about?

Well, I sent you all kinds of things for a single woman.

Mom, what are you talking about?

[Mona] You'll see when you open it up.

Okay, Momma.

So how are you, young man?

Oh, I'm good.

So tell me about yourself.

Right. Um, my name is Zac.

Would you like to sit down?

No, I just barged in,

and you know what?

I'll just see you two at dinner, and we'll talk then.

Dinner.

-I... -You didn't tell him?

I just got home, Mom. I mean here.

Here.

Yes.

I would like you two to join me for dinner,

and you can meet her father.

Of course.

[Mona] That's what we did.

We met the parents before we married

and before we moved in together.

But you young kids...

I'm so sorry about that.

Oh, no need to be sorry.

We raised our daughter well.

I know she wouldn't be with anyone who is not worthy of her.

No, I wouldn't.

[Mona] So, again, I'm sorry for barging in unannounced.

So Saturday for dinner, Zac?

Of course, if Fatima would have me.

Fatima?

Yeah, of course.

-[Mona] Great. -Yes.

Well, you two have a good night.

You too. Let me walk you to your car.

No. Fatima can walk me.

-Um... -Like mother like daughter.

-[Fatima] Let's go, Mom. -Y'all have at it.

These damn bougie bitches.

Thanks for stopping by, Momma.

Fatima.

Momma, please!

I can look at him and tell that he has been in jail.

What?

Your real father was that kind of man,

in and out of jail.

Momma, Zac is not like that.

[Mona] Oh, no?

[Fatima] No.

The tension in that house...

Momma, we're just going through something right now, that's it.

What?

[Fatima] Momma, it's fine.

I hope that you're okay. I really do.

I am.

And thank God your stepfather came along,

because you'd be right there in the gutter with your father.

Can you not?

[Mona] I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I will try to give him the benefit of the doubt.

But I don't think your stepfather will.

I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?

Yes, we will.

All right.

[music]

Okay, Zac.

Ha, ha!

[music]

Okay. Okay.

[phone ringing]

-[Angela] Hello. Hey. -Hey, girl.

[Angela] You all right?

No.

What's going on?

[Fatima] Girl, my mom was just at the house.

Okay.

And she saw Zac taking Deja into her house.

-What? -[Fatima] Yes, girl.

Pretending to be hurt 'cause I whooped her ass.

Wait, what?

Long story.

[Angela] Okay, what are you doing now?

Sitting in the car.

Where we going?

[Fatima] Girl, I don't even know.

Okay, well, then let's go to Club Eden.

I don't wanna see no men.

[Angela] What? Girl, they got some big ol' dicks in there.

Yeah, but Zac's is bigger.

[Angela] Shut up.

I'm telling you, that's why I need a damn break.

It's big like that?

-[Fatima] Yes. -Damn.

Bryce ain't like that.

Have you even talked to him?

[Angela] No, I'm not talking to him.

All right, then move on.

I will. Well, look, does Zac got a brother?

[Fatima] Yes, girl, and you met him.

Oh, yeah, yeah. No, I'm good on that.

-[Fatima] Mm-hm. Yeah. -Yeah.

Okay, well, then let's go to the open mic.

I like that idea.

-We can do that. -[Angela] Yeah.

I can find me a man in there.

Girl, I just want a drink.

Well, then let's go to Club Eden.

-[Fatima] Okay, fine, fine. -For real?

All right, I'll be there in 30 minutes.

[Angela] Well, I'll be there in five.

Angela, are you speed racing? What you doing?

Yeah. Okay, and I'll save you a seat.

Girl, you are so damn thirsty. I'll see you in a minute.

-[Angela] All right, bye. -Bye.

Playing with me? Okay.

[phone ringing]

Yo.

[Tony] Zac attack, what up, man?

Where you at?

[Tony] I'm meeting up with the joint. What's up?

Yo, let's go out.

Well, I'm about to link up with this shorty.

I mean, Nathan's out at Rack Racks.

Damn, I ain't trying to do no ratchet shit.

[Tony] Where you trying to go, man?

I don't even know.

Zac, what's going on, man?

[Zac] Nothing, bruh, I just need to get out of here.

Why? What's up?

Shit. It's Fatima.

[Tony] Hold up. You still with that joint?

Yo, I gotta stop talking to y'all niggas, man.

What you mean, bruh?

Y'all are trying to see me...

[Tony] Happy.

What's up, man? What's going on?

Talk to me, bruh.

I just need to get out of here, bro.

All right, I got you, bro.

Just text me a location, all right?

All right.

[thumping R&B music]

[Tony] What's that noise?

It's my fucking neighbor.

[Tony] Is she still trying to...

Yeah. At me? Yes.

Do you want that?

[Zac] Not after she started tagging Nathan.

Bruh, those sloppy seconds ain't that bad, man.

Look, just text me where you going, all right?

I'll text you if I go.

[Tony] Whoa, what do you mean "if"?

Just what I said, nigga.

Yo, bruh, if you're not coming,

I'mma just tell shorty to come through, man.

I'm going.

[Tony] All right. I'm there.

Fucking Deja, man.

[phone ringing]

Yo.

[Deja] Hey, neighbor.

-Deja. -[Deja] Zachary.

Turn that shit down.

Oh, shit, you can hear that?

[Zac] Bitch, you know damn well I can hear that.

Well, I'm gonna need you to come and turn it down for me

because I can't reach it.

[Zac] Deja, how long you gonna play these bullshit-ass games?

Look, I don't know what you talking about.

I'm gonna bring you my doctor's notice.

What a doctor's note gotta do with the music?

[Deja] Because he said I can't do nothing but lay up here.

Deja, there's nothing wrong with you.

Okay, well, you don't have to believe me.

[Zac] I'm telling you there's nothing wrong with you.

Okay, well, fine. You'll see.

[Zac] Yo, turn it down!

Zac, I really need help. I can't do it myself.

How did you turn it on?

[Deja] I used my crutches.

So use it again.

Okay, what happened was

when I used my crutch to turn it on,

my crutch pushed the speaker back

so now I can't reach it.

[Zac] You gotta be kidding me, right?

If you want it off,

you gonna have to come turn it off yourself.

I'm not coming over there.

[Deja] Okay, well, I can't turn it off.

All right, fine. I'm gonna send Fatima over there.

Nice try. She ain't even home.

Damn.

Deja, how long you gonna play this bullshit game, yo?

No, I'm not. I promise I'm not. I'm not.

[Zac] Fuck.

I'm sorry, Zac.

[Zac] Shit.

You coming?

Deja, you keep playing, it's not gonna be good.

Okay, well, just use your landlord keys, okay,

'cause I really can't get up. My neck hurts too bad.

Yeah, whatever.

[Deja] Yeah, bring that key, Daddy.

I'm putting some clothes on.

Wait, hold on.

You sleep naked?

[Zac] I'm on my way, Deja.

Ooh, yes, baby, come as you are.

I'm like the church. Yeah, bring that thing swinging.

Hello?

This girl. Come on.

[R&B music playing]

-Deja, man-- -Hi.

What the fuck, man? Where's the plug?

Oh, it's, it's, it's on the side.

[Zac] Damn. [switches music off]

Damn, Deja.

I'm sorry, Zac. I'm sorry.

What is wrong... And why is it so hot in here?

Can you turn the air down, please?

-I'm so hot too. -[Zac] Yo, Deja.

Let me explain something to you. You play too much.

-I'm so hot, Zac. What? -Deja, stop.

You gonna burn up in this motherfucker.

I'm serious.

Zac, I didn't even do nothing.

Yes, you did. Why did you turn the AC off?

I didn't... Well... Can you turn it back on?

Yes, I'll turn it back on. Stop touching the AC.

And leave your robe on, Deja. I'm not...

Zac, I didn't even do anything.

You know what? Stop. Deja.

I'm not looking at you.

Y'all niggas are just scared of y'all bitches.

Y'all get on my damn nerves.

-[Zac] Ain't nobody scared. -Well, you scared of this.

You won't even look at my titties.

[Zac] I'm not looking at your titties.

They perky.

This is the last time I'm gonna tell you, Deja, okay?

Don't touch the AC. Leave the radio off.

You understand me?

Do you understand me?

Yes, Daddy.

Wait, you don't have to leave.

You really don't have to leave.

Wait, don't go! Zac!

-[Zac] Fuck! -Damn.

Scary ass.

[music]

Damn.

This is some bitch-ass shit.

What this shit even look like?

What the fuck is this?

This bitch can cook and moan?

That's all I need.

[music] [loud chatter]

Girl, I love coming here with you.

I wonder why, 'cause I get the best tables?

And the free drinks.

Yes, that too.

That man on the stage is fine as hell.

He all right.

Fatima?

What?

[Angela] Are you not enjoying yourself?

Yes, I'm enjoying myself.

No, you not.

It's just...

Yeah, you thinking about Zac

and trying to punish him.

Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing, Angela.

It's just, he was at that girl's house

and my mom saw him.

Fatima, are you happy?

I was happy.

[Angela] Well, what changed?

Look, I don't like this not talking and going cold shit.

It don't work for me.

Yeah, but he did see you in that elevator with Paul.

Yeah, and he went off

and wouldn't even let me explain.

[Angela] Yeah. And you tried to tell him.

Exactly, I did.

And the truth is, if you can't take that,

then I don't know what to do.

I know, girl.

I'm just... I'm just over this shit.

Fatima.

Look, I'm not gonna jump the gun,

but I'm just saying, like...

I'm just venting.

Okay, well, you know I'm here if you want to vent,

but like I always say, you know yourself.

Look, I just, I just wanna hear myself think, all right?

You know what? Actually, I don't.

I wanna forget about all this.

And we need more drinks. Where... What...

-What are we doing right now? -[Angela] I can second that now.

-Yes, we need more drinks. -This ain't enough.

-We need some hard stuff. -[Fatima] Hm-hm, we need more.

[Fatima] Gonna have a good time.

-Okay. Here. Hey. -Hey, what's up?

Um, can we get two more of these?

Oh, I'm not the waiter.

-Oh, sorry. -[Fatima] Sorry.

[Shawn] No, it's all good.

-I'm Shawn. -Okay, well, hello.

I'm Angela.

And you're?

That's my friend, Fatima.

Hey, what's up, Fatima?

So what's up with them drinks?

-[Angela] You tell me. -Um,

we're gonna wait for the waiter to come. Yeah.

Why?

[Fatima] "Why"? Nigga, we don't know you.

And you might put something in them.

Wow, it's like that?

Uh, yeah, it's like that.

Please do not mind my friend.

Um, I have a solution.

I'm gonna come with you to the bar to get those drinks.

Yeah, come on.

You tripping.

[Shawn] Let me see...

[Angela] Ooh, well, hello.

[Shawn] What you drinking, momma?

[loud music] [cheering and screaming]

I'm not using this shit.

Deja already took my [unintelligible].

She would've suck my shit, and I'm supposed to use...

[phone ringtone]

This fucking girl.

Deja, what? I'm asleep.

[Deja] Zac, I need you.

Deja, stop, leave me alone.

[Deja] No, Zac, I can't turn the bathtub off.

Deja, stop lying.

[Deja] I promise it's the truth.

Deja.

[Deja] Zac, the water is going to run over.

Shit, man.

[Deja] Please help me.

Fucking girl, man. She gonna be the death of me

in this...

No, come on now. Hold it together, let's go.

-I'm good, girl. -No, you not.

-And you okay? -I'm fine.

My feet hurt, shit.

-Angela. Hey, hey, hey. -I can't hold. This thing is...

-Come on now. -Okay.

-You good? -Yeah.

-Girl. -You can't drive home.

Uh, and neither can you.

Uh, ooh, Shawn can drive us home.

No, he can't. We don't know that man.

-I know, girl, but... -Angela, no.

I'm about to call us a ride share, okay?

-No! No! -Yes!

-Girl... -Oh, girl, I got it.

Let's call a train. Let's ride a train.

Call a... Okay, you definitely have had too much to drink.

Why the hell would we ride a train?

'Cause there'd be some fine-ass men on the train, girl.

[imitating train horn]

-Angela. -What?

It ain't got no damn car. We'd still be walking.

-You right. -Yeah.

All right. Probably six minutes...

-Okay. -Ladies, can I help you?

Man, you don't...

Just tripping.

Hey.

No, you cannot. We good.

Come on, I'll take you home.

We don't know you, okay?

Damn, I'm confused.

Did we not just have a good time?

Oh, y'all had a great time. You did.

[Shawn] So what's the problem?

But you been drinking, so, no, we good.

Fatima.

Angela.

Seriously?

Is that your car over there?

-Yeah. -Oh god...

-Fatima. -Hm-hm.

-Girl... -[Fatima] Angela, no.

Are you... How much have you even had to drink?

Mm...

Couple shots.

Girl, come on. Come on!

Let's go.

Oh, fuck.

[Shawn] Hey, watch your step, watch your step,

-watch your step. -[Angela] Watch your step, hey!

Girl, come on.

[Shawn] She tripping.

Oh, fuck it. Shit. Hold on.

Deja. Deja, I know you. You play too much.

Where are you?

[Deja] I'm in here.

Deja, you better have some fucking clothes on!

Hurry! Help me!

[Zac] You better have on some damn clothes!

Zac!

Talk so I can hear your voice.

-[Deja] No, just come in. -No.

Say Marco Polo.

Nigga, grow up. Come turn this fucking water off

before I flood this shit.

Stop playing.

Damn. Stop!

What is wrong with you?

[Deja] I didn't even do anything!

[Zac] Fine, do you need anything else?

Yes, can you just stay for a second?

[Zac] No, I can't stay nowhere else.

-Can you keep me company? -No, I'm leaving.

No, wait. Wait, Zac, wait, where are you going?

-[Zac] I'm going home. -Zac!

-Oh, shit. God. -[Deja] Zac, are you all right?

-[Zac] I'm fine. Fine. -Now you feel how I feel!

I can't even turn this off

because your girlfriend did this to me!

Uh, do you need anything else?

[Deja] Can you pass me a towel?

-Damn. -[Zac] Oh, fuck.

I can't, but you... Zac, I can't get out.

Here's the towel. I'm gonna throw it.

No, not that one.

[Zac] I'm gonna throw it. One one, I'm throwing the towel.

-No, no, no, Zac. -One. Two.

[Deja] No, I can't...

Bow!

You got it?

[Deja] Wait, don't go.

What do you need?

I need you to look at your phone.

-[Zac] Why? -Zac, just look at your phone.

-Why? -No, it's really important.

It's something really important that you should see.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want to be the one to tell you,

but your girl's playing you.

My homegirl, she works at that spot.

She sent me that.

She told me she's down there

with a nigga right now.

She's obviously doing her.

So you should do me, you know?

Help me put my back back in place?

Zac.

Help me with my back, Zac.

I know you want me.

I know you want me. I know you.

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