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This shit crazy. This bitch could cook and moan.

That's all I need.

[Zac] Previously on Zatima...

[Deja] This country-ass bitch from next door.

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

[Zac] No. She-- it was a slip and fall.

Fatima, your mom's here.

-I see that. -I can look at him and tell

that he has been in jail.

-Let's go to Club Eden. -Okay, fine, fine, fine.

For real?

I'm Shawn. And you're?

[Deja] Home girl, she works at that spot, she sent me that.

She's down there with a nigga right now.

-You should take her home first. -Uh, no.

-Okay, I got you. -No.

What? Why? I am not letting you take some strange man

-into your house. -He is not strange.

His name is Shane. No. Shawn. Shawn?

-Shawn. -He's Shawn.

-And what's his last name? -Sexy motherfucker.

-Angela. -What? He is. Look at him.

You're not going in her house.

So you trust me to take you home?

-'Cause I got a gun. -Damn.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. And a man.

Shit. I used to have a man.

-Shawn, do you like dick? -What? My own.

No, I mean, like, on another man.

Nah, that's not my thing.

See, I had a man, but he liked dick.

Okay. All right. That is enough. Let's go. We're going inside.

-Just come back. -No! No!

Call me.

Angela, I'm not playing with you. Get out.

-Ooh. -Are you all right?

-Fatima. -You good?

-I'm good. -You good?

I'm flexible. Yeah.

-You got everything? -I got it.

-Okay. -It's fine.

-You go in the house. -Okay.

-No. Don't call her. -Why he can't call me, Fatima?

Put some damn shoes on.

Doing it!

Yo. You sure you don't need a ride?

-No, I'm good. -Okay.

You know what? On second thought,

-just take me around the corner. -All right. Come on.

-You good? -Yep.

And uh, don't forget I'm sober and I got a gun.

-Shit. -Let's go.

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♪ Love ain't perfect

♪ We still work it

♪ May not be what we see on TV

♪ But it's damn sure worth it

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Love ain't perfect

♪ But we still work it

♪ Don't gotta be what we see on IG ♪

♪ 'Cause we still worth it

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Yeah yeah Yeah yeah ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do-do-do-do We still work it ♪

All you have to do is just come a little closer.

Deja, that's not happening.

What?

-Deja, stop. -Stop what?

Stop. Will you stop? All right. Enough. Okay?

You're doing all of this just to get her mad.

-What are you talking about? -Well, it's not gonna happen.

-What's not gonna happen? -You sending me pictures

and all this stuff with these girls and stuff

trying to make me mad at Fatima. It don't matter what you do.

I'm not gonna be with you.

Don't flatter yourself. I don't wanna fuckin' be with you.

You just need to chill, okay? And that's my girl.

Stop calling her dog, doing all this bullshit with the freaking

neck brace. Look at you. There's nothing wrong with you.

Yes, there is. My neck hurts so bad.

Deja, there's nothing wrong with your neck.

Come on just please help me, help me. You're gonna--

You're gonna help my back get better.

Deja, there's nothing-- Deja, stop coming.

I will elbow the shit out of you. Okay?

I really came here to tell you to stop. Just stop. Damn.

We gotta live next door. You've gotta pay your rent.

And stop telling me she gonna play me.

Okay, fine. Well, she's just enjoying the dick then.

Fine. She may be, but she's not just here 'cause I got money.

She was with me when I didn't have money.

Like I said, she was enjoying the dick.

You know what, Deja? There was--there was a time when-

No. Let me tell you. Let me tell you. How about you tell her--

How about you tell her that you went broke.

And let's see what she does.

Why you want me to play these games?

Because that's--that's the only way you're gonna find out

about the truth.

-I know what the truth is. -Which is what?

She loves me.

-That's the truth. -Okay, yeah. Real cute.

Every girl ain't like you, Deja.

-What's that supposed to mean? -Every girl ain't chasing dick

and dollars, Deja.

Dick and dollars Deja. That's what I'ma call you

from now on. Deja dick and dollars.

-I like that. -You would like that. You would.

You would like that. Deja, I gotta get out of here.

-No, you really don't. -Stop touching me!

I am trying my hardest, really my hardest

not to fuck the shit out of you.

-I can tell. -Stop. Okay. Stop.

I'm trying my hardest. But you have--I'm trying--

And you need to leave the whole lawyer shit alone, please.

-Are you serious? -Yes, can we live next door?

No, do me a favor. Look, look on the table. You see that?

-What's that on the table? -That's from my doctor.

Do you know I have to see a specialist now?

She really fucked my back up, Zachary.

I don't got no fucking money to pay for that!

I don't even have insurance!

And you can't even give me no dick?

-You're a liar. -Make it make sense!

At least if she beat me up, you'll give me some dick

-and even the shit out! -I can't do this.

Okay. Fine. Go. I didn't want your ass over here anyway!

I want somebody that want me back.

Leave the water and stereo alone.

Get the fuck out of my house.

-Pay your rent. -Give me some dick!

Asshole.

Bye. Thanks for the ride.

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Yo, what are you doing?

What? You don't need nothin' from me.

What?

You obviously gettin' it next door.

Fatima, stop playin'. You don't believe that.

-Yeah, I do. -No, you don't

'cause if you did, you'd be in here shooting up everything.

No, I wouldn't.

And what the hell do you have on?

This was in my mother's care package.

She don't want you to ever have grandkids, do she?

Not from your ass.

So you can go on and go back over there with her.

You better stop sayin' that shit

'cause you know you don't mean it.

Zac...

Let me tell you something.

When I start to ask myself,

Fatima, what the hell are you doing?

That's when I come to my senses.

What's that even mean? Does that got anything to do with me?

Zac, the guy on the elevator today,

he was just trying to be nice.

Please don't bring up that joker.

Why? Huh?

'Cause he hemmed you up?

You see I almost broke his jaw, too, right?

You see that, right?

Yeah. You're always trying to be the fucking tough guy.

I'm not trying to be the fucking tough guy.

-I am the fucking tough guy. -Zac, go to sleep.

Okay. Yo, Fatima, I know you. There's no way you'd be this

cool if you really thought I was having sex with her next door.

Again, Zac, you don't really know me.

Fatima, stop telling me I don't know you. I know you.

You know what, Zac?

I'm gonna have the movers come tomorrow

to take my things back to my place.

Whatever.

And you still haven't apologized.

What am I apologizing for you for?

Hold up, don't--do not raise your voice at me.

You pulled up to my house in some random car

with a dude I ain't never seen before,

but I did see pictures of you in the club.

And you mad at me? Make it make sense, Fatima.

I'm not mad.

-Whatever. Whatever. -No, Zac. I've been mad.

I've been hurt.

Yeah. And I do that thing where I get quiet

and I process shit.

But when I make my way clear of it,

that's when I realize you are not ready for a relationship.

-Me? -Yes.

Okay. So it's all me, all the time?

Zac, I'm looking at you coming out of this girl's house

trying to hide how hard your dick is.

That's the point, Fatima. If I would've fucked her,

my dick wouldn't have been hard. It would've been soft.

Yeah, Zac, but it was hard for her.

My dick be hard for you all the time,

but it's too much, remember?

You didn't want it, right?

Come on, man. You can't have it both ways.

You just want me to want you when you want me to want you.

What about me?

Is that what you think I'm doing?

I don't know what you're doing. I don't.

I just know that it's not working for me.

-You know what? -What?

Ever since you went to see your mother--

-Don't do--don't. -No, Zac.

-No. Don't do that, okay? -You have been angry.

You the one that told me to go see my mother. You did.

And it's the same time that you started holding out on me, so

-don't do that. Don't do that. -All right. Fine.

-I see we're not getting where- -No, we're not getting anywhere.

You know, cool. I'll just--yep. I'll just go.

You'll just what? You'll just what?

-I'll just go. -Fine. Go ahead and run.

Run back to the 80s like this fucking outfit you got on.

Really?

-I'm not running, Zac. -Then what do you call it?

You put me in this situation and just expect me to take it?

-Me? -Yes.

No accountability at all? It's me all the time, it's me.

-So fuck it, okay? Fuck it. -I will.

All right. Then call your mother and your father and tell them

I'm not coming to dinner and that you cancelled it.

Oh. Gladly. I'll do that, too.

You know what, Zac? I'll do you one even better.

What Fatima?

I'll go to their house right now and sleep in my old room.

No, matter of fact, you don't even got to do that.

I'll go sleep on the couch.

Oh, no. This is your house, remember?

Yeah. You've reminded me of that way too many times.

I ain't got shit to say to you, Zac.

It's always me, always me.

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Oh, Shane, yes. Ooh, giddy up.

Angela, it's Fatima. Don't shoot.

I forgot my spare key.

You know, I need to-- uh, what the--

-Hey, girl. -What? What are you doing?

I thought you was going to bed.

-Oh. Who is that? -It's um--

-Shawn? -Uh, yeah.

Oh my God! Are you kidding me right now?

You don't know him.

Fatima, you don't know everybody you screw. Girl, just go!

-Did you really just say that? -What?

Um, you know what? I gotta um-- I just need to get upstairs.

Yeah, yeah. Go, go, go, go. Oh shit.

Who was that? Your roommate?

No. That's Fatima. The girl I just met?

Yeah.

She go to bed lookin' like that?

Oh--nigga, shut-up and focus. Just.

Yes. Almost, almost, almost.

Yes!

Man.

I'm not calling you.

Wake up!

I'm up, man. Damn.

What? You went out last night?

You know I did.

So you can't pay me, but you got money to go out?

You know this situation is temporary.

Do I?

You know Lori gonna be hitting me up any day now

asking me to come back.

Bruh, you've been saying that for a few days now. Man.

You know it's true. You know she's gonna be calling me.

Bruh, what do you care, man? You already want a divorce.

I don't know about all that. Plus, she would kill my ass

with that child support. I got two kids.

In that case, you need to start straightening up.

Yeah, I know. And uh, man, thanks for letting me crash

on the couch while we sort all this shit out. I appreciate it.

Holy shit, boy. Give me that two times. You growing up and shit.

Get out of here, man. Don't make me feel bad.

-Chill out, man. -I'm proud of you, bruh.

-Oh, what the? -What happened?

-No. This shit can't be real. -What are you talking about?

-Bro, this--this is ole girl. -Who?

Bro, this Fatima.

-Fatima? -Yeah.

Yo, what is this?

It's uh--it's a dating app. Get you some ass now.

Bruh, you are a whore.

You know, she got a whole single's profile, man.

But, but, but, what is that?

Bruh, look, look. It shows you in her bio location where she is

and what she's looking for.

And it says right here she's on Condor Street right now.

Bruh, that can't be real. This early in the morning,

she's at home with Zac, bruh.

-Nah, man. This is her. -Somebody's using that profile

picture catfishing or something like that, man.

I'm just saying. Think about it, bruh.

-How do you know that? -Why would she need to

go on a dating app. You've seen Fatima. She's bad, bruh.

She don't gotta do that to get no dude.

Nah, man. This is her, bruh.

You still mad about Lori.

I'm over that shit already, all right? So chill.

How are you over it? You just said that your nose still hurts

from that bat. Lori, it's not what it looks like.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Bruh. Nah, man, but what if she really is at this address?

I don't know, bruh. Look, I need to get to work anyway.

Clean this up, aight?

Aight, yeah, yeah. You go to work, man.

Take a shower. I'ma call Zac.

You call him, he's gonna tell you the same thing.

She's at home.

Okay. Well, let's see.

-I'ma call him right now. -Do it.

I am.

[phone ringing]

See. I'm calling Zac.

-[Zac] Yo. -What you doin'?

Man, why are you calling me so early?

You either want bail money or weed money.

Okay, so you in a pissy mood, I see.

-[Zac] What do you want? -Check your phone.

I just sent you something.

-No. -[Nathan] What?

No. Listen. If this is about Fatima and ole boy,

I don't wanna see nothin'.

Yo, wait. Fatima was with some dude?

[Zac] Look, I'm not dealing with this right now.

I've gotta go to work.

Hey, bruh, bruh. Just open up what I sent you, man.

-Check it out. -Fine.

Damn.

Let me see that app again.

What the? Bruh, I told you this was her, man.

That's her.

This bitch. Wow.

[Angela] Ooh.

Yeah. Hey, girl.

I'm surprised you're not doing the walk of shame.

Oh, I'm not. But he will.

-I'm sorry. What? -Yeah, girl. I just woke him up.

-I wore his ass out last night. -Okay, you really need to--

-Don't. Don't. -Okay.

Look, I know you're upset about Bryce, but has he called you?

-Girl, he won't stop calling me. -Angela, talk to that man.

Can't you just talk to him for me?

Okay, friend. I will.

Thank you.

Look, I gotta get ready for work anyway.

Oh, not until you tell me why you came over here last night.

I don't wanna talk it. I'll tell you later.

-Lunch? -Yeah. We can do that, but...

I wanted to ask you something. You remember Paul?

-Yeah. The contractor. -Yes. Well, um, he recommended

a really good therapist and he's really good.

-I think he could-- -'Tima.

Help Zac.

I don't think so.

Look, Angela. I looked him up and he helps ex-cons, vets,

black men and he helps them deal with their past trauma.

Fatima, if Zac finds out...

You know.

I know, Angela, but this shit is on the rocks.

-Hey. -Hey, what's up, Fatima?

-Hey, Shawn. -All right. I'll talk

-to you later, all right? -Yeah. Maybe.

All right. I'll see you.

-Ooh. -See you later, all right.

-Shit. -Oh.

Sis, I'm gonna let you handle that, okay?

Fatima.

-I'll see you at work. -Okay.

Gotta go. Bye.

Excuse me, you need to go home.

[Shawn] All right.

-Hey. -Hey.

What's up? Are you avoiding me?

-Bryce, I'm not avoiding you. -What do you call it?

Look, I think you just need to give me some space, okay?

Okay. Hold on. Angela, just tell me what happened.

Why don't you tell me what happened? Hmm?

What do you mean? I don't know what's going on.

That's why I'm here.

-Okay. -Please, Angela.

How about me, you, Fatima and Zac all have dinner? Hmm?

Yeah.

Yeah. Okay. Good. I think there's something

we all need to talk about.

Yeah. Okay.

Good. I'll make the arrangements and I'll give you a call.

-You're sure you wanna do that? -Yeah, I'm sure.

All right, well, what are you doing right now?

Do you wanna go out to breakfast with me?

No. I gotta get dressed. Okay? I gotta go to work.

Okay. Well, who the fuck was that guy that was here?

Bryce, Bryce, Bryce. You don't get to ask me that.

-Really? -Really.

-So that's where we're at? -That's where we're at.

Okay? So I'll give you a call about dinner.

-Yeah. All right. -Yeah.

Good to know.

Fuck.

-Hi, um, Dr. Reid? -[Dr. Reid] Yes?

-This is Fatima. -[Dr. Reid] Yes. Paul told me

that you may be calling. He told me to treat you well.

Thank you. Um, do you happen to have any availability this week?

I would love to come by and get some counseling from you.

[Dr. Reid] Yes, I have some time later today.

-Can you come in? -Yes, yes. I can.

[Dr. Reid] Okay. Do you have my secretary's number?

Um, yeah. Yeah, I do have it. Yes.

[Dr. Reid] I believe she has yours as well.

She will call you to set it up.

-Okay. Thank you. -[Dr. Reid] You're welcome.

All right. Bye.

[sighs] Angela.

[line ringing]

-[Angela] Hello. -How did that go?

What's up, girl?

[Fatima] Don't act like Bryce wasn't just there.

Yeah. I am sick of him.

Damn, girl. You get over 'em quick.

[Angela] Yeah. I have to.

[sighs] So what did he want?

Fatima, can you just help me with this?

[Fatima] Help you? What do you mean, Angela?

Can you invite me and him over for dinner?

You and Bryce?

[Angela] Yeah.

Why?

'Cause we just need to all talk, okay?

[sighs] Look, Angela, things are not great around here right now.

I don't think it's a good time.

[Angela] I know, but while they're not great, we should

at least get it all straight.

Why don't you just ask him?

'Cause I'm not sure how I'm gonna react.

And I just need you to be there with me, okay?

[Fatima] All right. I can. Yeah.

-Okay. -But I don't know about Zac.

[Angela] What?

Well, we were supposed to go to my parents today for dinner,

but I'm just gonna cancel it.

-[Angela] Oh, you can't do that. -Why?

-Um, have you met your mama? -[Fatima] I know. I know.

Yeah, you should at least go to that dinner.

Why? And just sit there and pretend?

Besides, Zac's being an asshole.

[Angela] Fatima.

Look, it'll just be awkward, Angela.

[Angela] So what are you gonna do?

I called the therapist.

Fatima. You know if-if-- if Zac finds out

that the contractor's told you that number.

[Fatima] Look, at this point, I don't care.

[Angela] Yeah.

[moaning]

Uh, Angela. Hold on.

[Angela] You sure?

-Shh. -Okay.

I know--You gotta be kidding me right now. Bye girl.

Bye.

Shit.

I know this motherfucker ain't-- Zac, I know you ain't!

Ooh!

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