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- FATIMA: Previously on "Sistas"...

If this is Zac's baby, I would never

mistreat your child.

- Hey, look, I just wanna apologize for how Gary

was acting. - Yeah, yeah,

what's good with that shit?

Man, he said people talking about me?

- When you invest a small amount of money and that shit

turns to millions, that's gonna raise a couple eyebrows.

- At the end of this video, there's gonna be two buttons.

One says come, the other says don't.

If you press it, then I'll get a message.

- Zachery Taylor, you're under arrest.

- For what? What I do?

- I said, don't resist. - This is some bullshit, bro.

- Hey, man, just relax.

- How the hell you gonna tell me to relax?

- I'm...I'm sorry.

- Come on, you gotta tell me something.

She not even saying nothing to me.

- Do you have any weapons on you?

- No, I don't. -- [mumbling].

- Be still. - I can't move. Look...

- Do you have any weapons on you?

- No, I don't. Can you get the Incredible Hulk off me? Shit!

- Officer, is this really...

- That being as it is, I'm gonna check you now.

Okay? - Yeah. Shit.

--

- Officer, come on. - I'm not speaking to you.

- You gotta tell me why I'm being arrested.

- No, actually I don't.

That's between you and the judge.

- What judge? - Whoa, yeah, what judge?

- My neck. - I don't know.

- This is some bullshit, bro. Come on.

You gotta tell me something.

- Can you at least tell me what prison you're taking him to?

- He's going to Fulton County.

- All right, look. I know some people.

I'll meet you down there.

- Fine, can you just call Fatima?

- All right, I got you. All right?

- Thanks, man. Can you relax behind me? Gosh!

- You all done with the small talk? Come on.

- This is unessec... Can you call Fatima, please?

- I got...hey, man, relax, man.

- Please, can you just call Fatima...

- Stop it. - --.

- ♪ ♪

- FEMALE SINGER: ♪ My girls hold me down ♪

♪ When them boys mess around ♪

♪ And my love life is a headache ♪

♪ We going out tonight ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm looking for love ♪

- ♪ ♪

- Hi. - Hey.

- You want a coffee? - Yes, please. Thank you.

- FATIMA: Of course. - It is coffee o'clock.

- So, how was your night?

- Girl, close the door. I'll tell you.

- Okay.

Can I sit? - Please.

I love that penthouse. It's where I belong.

- [Fatima laughs] - ANDI: I belong there.

- So Andi, wait a minute. Let me understand.

He just bought it for you?

- In my name.

- Wow.

- It's like a dream. The realtor and attorneys

are coming up during lunch so that I can sign the paperwork.

- Well, damn. - ANDI: I know.

- He is really putting the full-court press on you.

- Yeah.

And you wanna know something else?

- I already know.

- My stupid ass is falling for it.

- Andi, you're not stupid.

- What do you call it?

- One second. - Where are you going?

- I'll be right back.

- It better not be a gun in your office.

- Come on. - ANDI: Mm-hmm.

- Not here.

- ANDI: What is that?

- It's a rubber band ball.

- Okay, and what is it for?

- [sighs] Well, I was reading this book and it said

to get one of these when you're trying to

get out of a relationship.

Yeah. Think about all the bad times.

And I mean all of 'em 'cause you know we be trying

to forget some of them. - ANDI: Mm-hmm.

- And every time you do, take a rubber band off.

- This is crazy.

- I honestly thought the same thing.

But what they were trying to say is this.

It takes a while to untangle some shit you been

wrapped up in for awhile. - Hm.

- Mm-hmm. But once you're out

of rubber bands, get the hell out.

- Damn. - Mm-hmm.

Look, it worked for me. Tried and true. It did.

- So you have one for Zac?

- Oh, no. I don't need one for Zac.

- I don't need one for Zac. Oh, it's that good?

- [laughs] Andi, when I tell you I am gone,

I love that --, do you hear me? - I hear you.

- Look, you can have Gary and Robin's money.

I'll take my Zac, 'cause when I tell you

he is blowing my [squeal]. - Back out.

- That too, that too, but my mind, Andi.

He's blowing my mind.

- Wow. Go Zac.

- Yeah, go Zac.

- You, um, handled yourself really well last night.

- Thank you. Look, I actually get

where she's coming from. I do.

- Thanks for understanding.

- Do you think she's gonna be all right?

- Yeah, Karen's a tough cookie. She, um, she just wants

to have the baby and she wants to co-parent with Zac.

- I don't know about all that.

- What don't you know?

- We gotta figure out who the baby daddy is first.

- Zac is the baby's father.

- She was also with the preacher man.

- Did he tell you that? - Around the same time.

Yep, so we gonna see.

- Well, I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you.

- Girl, I'm talking to Jesus and the angels.

That is not his baby.

- Okay, relax. That's still my friend.

- I...I know, I know. But Andi, I wanted to be

the one to have his babies. You know?

I guess we just deal with it as it comes.

- I can understand that.

And that's a great way to approach this situation.

- Yeah, well, anything else?

- No, I'm good. - All right.

- ♪ ♪

- Sabrina, please don't call the police.

- Are you kidding me?

- He's out now.

- Hm, did you bail him out?

- No, um, he made a deal with the DA.

- What?

- He gave up the ring.

- Well then, what was he doing here?

- He's a good guy, Sabrina.

- [groans] Maurice, oh my God, did you forget

what he did to us?

- No. No, no, no, I remember.

- With the guns in our faces.

- I remember. I...I know.

He's just scared.

- Are you seeing him?

Hm? - No, no, no, no.

I was...I was just nice to him.

Apparently nobody else has been before.

- Have you lose your damn mind?

Don't do that.

- I'm not doing anything.

- Well, I'm...I don't like this at all.

- I don't want to hear this. We have customers.

I can help you right over here, sir.

- Maurice, we're not done with this.

- Yes, we are.

- ♪ ♪

- How are you?

- ♪ ♪

- Hi. No, don't try to hide.

- Hey. Hello.

- You stood me up last night.

- I'm sorry. - No, that was wrong.

- No, what's wrong is I told you no,

but you kept insisting, so I let you take your ass

down there and think about what you did.

- Fine, fair enough.

- So, you'll be mellow?

- Yeah, I will.

- All right, thank you. - As soon as you tell me this.

- Here we go. - Nah, come on.

- What is it?

- Who is he and what did he do to you?

- Oh, excuse the hell outta me.

- Nah, I mean, like, a woman like this,

a man has done something.

- When a woman's like, like what?

Like... - Closed off and shut down.

- Well, I'm not closed off and shut down,

I'm just uninterested. [gasps]

- Really?

- Really, he says. Really?

Because every woman's supposed to just fall all over you?

You're that arrogant? You think that we just mm, mm.

- Yeah, I do. - -- out of here with that.

- Listen, I'm just kidding. Just kidding.

- No, you're not. You believe that shit.

- No, I believe if you got to know me,

you would really like me.

- I don't think so.

- Oh, shit, I...I gotta go.

- Okay.

- [phone buzzing]

- Hey, girl. - Hey.

- What's up?

- Hey, Danni, what are you doing?

- Um, I'm at work.

- Okay, yeah, what time do you get off?

- DANNI: In a little bit.

- Me, too.

Do you wanna grab a drink, get something to eat?

- Yeah, what's going on?

- Oh, nothing. I just wanna talk to you

and have girl time.

- Do I owe you money?

- I don't think so, no.

- [gasps] Andi! Oh my God, Andi.

Are you giving me your old apartment, girl?

- ♪ ♪

- Hell no, Danni.

- Okay, all right. What do you want?

- I just wanna talk.

- Okay, so you want me to call Sabrina and Karen?

- Danni, just me and you, okay?

- All right. Are you buying?

- [sighs] Yeah, I'm buying.

- All right, where are we going?

- The Olive Bar.

- Okay. All right, cool.

- Okay, I'll text you when I'm on the way.

- All right. Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- All right, see you later.

- Okay. - DANNI: Bye.

- Bye.

Okay.

- ♪ ♪

- Thank you so much.

- Hi.

- Hi. - How are you?

- I'm good.

- It's good to see you.

- What are you doing here?

- I decided that I was going to go branch-to-branch

until I figured out which one you worked at.

- Why would you do that?

- Because I wanted to give you a proper apology.

And ask you out.

- [clears throat] Well...

- Come on. You look like the women

in my country. You are so beautiful.

- Thank you. I am African-American.

- Yes. Your motherland.

Have you ever been? - No.

- Oh, you have to let me take you.

- What? - Yes.

- Maybe we can go for three days.

- Excuse me? - It would be so much fun.

- Thanks, I think, but no thanks.

- Okay.

I guess I should have some bank business.

- Yes, I can help you with that.

- Can I make a withdrawal?

- Sure. Fill that out, please.

- Okay.

- Do you have your ID?

- Yes, yes, yes, here it is.

- Thank you.

- Okay, do you have the check?

- Oh yes, I wrote it to cash.

- ♪ ♪

- Oh.

- I'm sorry?

- I was just...we don't have this much cash.

- Oh, I thought you were going to say I was broke.

- Far from it. - Okay, it's no big deal.

- Are you sure? Because I can always call

a bank downtown. They probably have more cash

on hand for you. - No, I'll just go.

- You sure? - Yes.

- Okay.

- So, here's my number. You must call me.

- I'll think about it.

- Okay. Take care.

- Thank for banking with Brookhaven Bank.

- Think about it.

- ♪ ♪

- Bitch.

- What? - How much did he want?

- $200,000.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

- In cash?

- Yeah.

- Girl, spin that around and let me see how much money he got.

- Maurice, you know I can't do that, that's confidential.

- Bitch, I work here! I'm the confidence queen.

Turn it around.

Turn it back around, turn it back around.

Wait, wait, wait. That's only one account.

- What?

- Look at the other 11.

- Okay. [clears throat]

Wow.

- Girl, you better go out with that man.

- Mm-mm. No.

Not after what happened with Calvin.

- Girl, -- that zero! You see all of them zeroes?

- We are at the bank, Maurice. Be quiet.

- Whatever, ho. I'm trying to get you paid.

- You know I don't care anything about a man with money.

- And that is why yo ass always wear them ugly ass

patterns and shit. Go around.

- First of all, my clothes are fierce.

- If you say so.

- You're jealous.

- No, I'm not, honey. I know fashion and that ain't it.

- Hm. Well, do you know about Que?

- Don't.

- No, you need to listen. That boy needs to stop calling you.

- Sabrina, I got this.

- Ha, do you, Maurice? - Yes.

- Hm, [laughs] no. No, Maurice, I don't think so.

And let me show you why you don't have it.

- Mm, mm, mm. I don't wanna hear it.

- Well, you need to because corporate thought

you were involved.

- What?

- They thought you were part of the set-up.

- Now, you know damn well...

- I know, but not them.

- What did they say?

- I told them that you would never do something like that

but they wanted to fire you.

- Damn.

- Yes. Stop talking to him.

Because what would they say if they still knew you

were in contact with him? - Don't you think I know that?

- No, no, you don't look like you know it.

You're clearly not thinking this through.

- You know I'm not stupid, right, Dumbrina?

- Stay away from him!

- You just do you. I got me.

- As long as you're not doing Que.

- At least it's not a vibrator.

And if you don't want all them millions of dollars,

I'm going to find my shortest dress,

my longest wig, and I'm going to get that man.

- Whatever, Maurice.

- Girl! I have -- for $20

and a Bingo card. What do you think I'll

do for millions of dollars? [gagging]

- Stop, Maurice!

You can take a break, miss. You can take a break.

Take a break. - [Maurice gagging]

- Claudine, go take a break.

- [Fatima sighs]

- Hey, babe, I been trying to reach you all day.

I'm guessing you're super busy working on the house.

Um, look, I'm gonna come on by after work, all right?

I'll see you in a bit. Bye.

Let's see.

- [knocking]

- Hey. - Hey.

- All right, if that's all, I'm gonna go ahead

and get out. - Yeah, that's it. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Um, you know I was expecting something else.

- Really?

- Yeah, for you to tell me to have the movers

to get your things back to your place?

- Oh, no, you don't have to worry about that.

- Oh, did he get your furniture back?

- No.

- Okay, do you want me to call him?

- No. It's fine.

- Are you keeping the place?

- I am thinking about all this, that's what I'm doing.

- Okay, that's fair. Um, do you still want me

to call my boy about the car?

- No.

- Andi, are you keeping all this shit?

- I don't know.

- Yeah, you are. You know. - I don't know.

Weren't you leaving? You said you were gonna go.

- Yeah, I said I was gonna go but I can call Gary, too,

on my way... - No, you can go. Thank you.

- All right, fine. I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go.

- I'll call Gary.

- Mm-hmm. - I'm gonna call him.

- FATIMA: Andi. - What?

- You know you ain't calling nobody.

I'll see you later. - Bye.

- FATIMA: I'm telling the truth, too.

- MALE SINGER: ♪ Oh, look at that ♪

♪ Anytime make me get look tight ♪

♪ Anything that you want we can rip them tags ♪

♪ With the credit card maybe cash ♪

♪ With you I can go anywhere ♪

- AARON: Hey.

- Hi.

- You get my text?

- KAREN: Yes, I did. - You didn't reply.

- Yeah, and you came anyways. So... [sighs]

- Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just... I thought you'd

want me to.

- I'm sorry. I shouldn't snap at you.

- No, it's all good.

- I called the doctor today. They said they gonna try

to get me in.

- Well, did you see the timeline?

- I looked at it.

- So? - Aaron...

- Okay, um...

- I will let you know when I see the doctor, okay?

- What hospital? - Vanguard.

- You know, I know the chief of staff there.

I can get you in.

- I will wait my turn. Thank you very much.

- Karen, you really wanna just drag this out...

- Aaron, yes.

- Okay, I'm...I'm sorry, all right? I'm just eager to know.

- KAREN: Well, I already told you.

- Okay, but don't you just wanna be sure?

- No, I'm sure that what I have said so far is gonna have

to be good enough for you.

- Okay, I'm sorry, all right? I didn't mean

to just barge in here like this. - Well, you kinda did.

- Okay, then I... I guess I'll go.

- Yeah, okay.

- Bye, Pam. - Bye, Aaron.

- Well, he didn't look too happy.

- And neither will you if you lose your job.

- Okay, fine.

- That woman came in again looking for Zac?

- No.

- Oh, okay.

- Did you ever find out what that's about?

- No, I didn't. - Want me to call my peeps?

- What peeps?

- Girl, I know people. I keeps my ear to the street.

- You right, how nosy you are.

- I'll see what I can do.

You know what? Where's that business card?

- Pam...

- Ah, found it.

- Just don't do it. Just don't do it.

- No, you need to deal with this.

- What's he still doing here?

- Sitting in his car.

Girl, is that -- crying?

- Shit.

- ♪ ♪

- I'm sorry.

- It's all good.

- No, it's not. I'm just...

I'm irritable and I don't feel like myself.

- And then here I am all over you.

- I get it, though.

- Do you?

Do you get how much I love you? How much I wanna be with you?

- I do.

- I've never felt this way before.

Okay, about anybody.

- Okay.

- I guess I'm just doing my best to process it all, too.

- I know. As am I.

- Yeah.

Maybe it would just be easier if, uh, I don't know,

maybe if you just told me to get lost

and that you don't wanna talk to me again.

- I don't wanna do that. - And I don't want you to.

Sometimes I wish that's what you'd do and then maybe,

just maybe I can get on with my life.

- Aaron, we could be friends. You know that.

- [sighs] I want more.

- I'm not in that place right now.

- I know that.

- Look, I know that you want this to be your baby.

But I swear to you, it's not.

- I disagree.

Okay, well, what do you want me to do?

- I just wanna figure this out.

And I want you to do the same.

- What am I supposed to be figuring out, exactly?

- I don't know. I mean, this is just...

it's all overwhelming. I need time and space.

- Okay.

- I'll call you.

- All right. So I won't call you, okay.

I'll just wait for you to call me.

- If you wanna do that. If you wanna call...

you can call.

- Okay.

- I gotta get back inside.

- Yeah. Yeah, you do that.

- Talk later?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- All right.

- [Aaron sighs]

- [car starts, chimes]

- [phone rings]

- GARY: Hello?

- Hi, Gary.

- Hey.

- ANDI: Where are my things?

- Uh, wait. You really want them

back in your apartment?

- I do.

- [scoffs] Okay, well, um, the movers will be over soon.

- Good.

- Um, but you're clothes, they're at the,

they're at the penthouse still.

- Gary, that...

- I was hoping to convince you to stay.

- I'm not gonna stay.

- Come on. I mean, you know you love the place.

- ANDI: But...

- But what?

- But you bought it.

- It's yours.

- You're gonna feel like it's yours because you bought it.

- Is that what you think?

- ANDI: That's what I know.

- No, baby, it's...it's yours.

- I'm gonna stay at my place tonight, okay?

- Okay, look. I know this is a

little too much, okay? But I just wanna let you know

that I'm all the way in.

- You've always been all the way in.

- Okay, look, can we not do this over the phone?

Can I just come over and just walk you through the apartment?

- I don't want that.

- [sighs] Why? You don't...

you don't trust yourself?

- No, I trust me.

- Just not with me.

- ANDI: Gary...

- Andi, shit. We're both adults.

I mean, we can handle this.

- What's gonna be different, hm?

- What do you mean?

- You're gonna say the same thing you've said

a million times before.

- No, I won't.

- ANDI: Yeah, you will.

- Look, I'm just... I'm just gonna tell you how I feel.

- I know how you feel.

- Okay, then we'll... we'll sit in silence.

Listen, I just wanna come over and have a nice dinner

and show you the place. That's it.

- No. I have to go.

- Well, can you think about it?

- No. I have to go, okay?

- Okay, just... just think about it, okay?

- ANDI: Bye.

- Bye.

- [Andi sobbing]

- ♪ ♪

- Oh my goodness, you okay?

- Get your ass away from me. - [Fatima laughs]

- What, you think I'm playing with you?

This shit is not funny, Fatima.

- [Fatima laughs]

What you running for? You get scared?

- Get your ass away from me, for real.

- Now, let me help you for real.

- You think I'm playing with you?

- No, I think you got your ass whooped.

- Look, Fatima?

- Yes?

- You was wrong for that shit.

- Am I? - Yes.

- [laughs] Look, I asked you nicely.

- Look, I didn't do nothing to you.

- --, are you delusional?

- Look, I just don't understand what you

want with him.

- You have no idea what I want with him.

- No, I don't.

But I do see how far you'll go for him.

- Hm, no, you...you haven't.

- This wasn't far?

- Did you die, --?

- Yeah, okay.

- Yeah.

[sighs] So, look, I'm gonna let this go.

- Excuse me? - Yeah, hold on.

- What you talking about? You gonna let it go?

What are you talking about?

- I'm gonna let go of the fact that you hit me.

- You started that shit. - No, I didn't. You did.

- No, you did. You hit me on my nose.

You punched me first. What you think was gonna happen?

- No, the first punch was when you -- with my man.

- Oh, so it's like that then?

- Yeah. So I only counter-punched.

- You know you wrong for this shit.

- No, what's wrong is what you did to me.

Do you want me to take this makeup off and show you

the damage you did to my face?

- Look at me. I'm all crippled and shit.

You serious?

- I'm looking, but it appears to be that we're even.

- No, no, no, no. We are definitely not even.

- --, what is it? Do you need some --?

'Cause I got $20, I can give you some money

to go get you some. - Nah, you're real funny.

- You sure, 'cause let me get it.

- Is there anything else? - Actually, it is.

I want you to listen to me clearly.

If I hear anything about what happened to you,

this shit right here, is gonna feel like you

went to a spa.

- We gonna see.

- Yeah. Now, make me laugh, Bugaboo.

[laughs] Run. Go.

- You know you foul for this shit.

- Go faster! Go! [laughs]

- Keep playing, Fatima! It is not funny.

- Oh, man. [laughs]

- -- is that? - QUE: It's me.

- What are you...what?

- Hey.

- Thought your ass was in jail.

- Well, I'm out now.

- Wait a second. How the -- did you get in here?

- Maurice let me in.

- What?

- And he said I could stay here for a while.

- Aw, hell with that. I'm moving.

- Oh, good, I got your room.

- Shit's crazy.

- Who you calling? - Maurice.

- Oh, you don't need to do that.

He's on his way home.

- Yeah, we'll see about that. - Hello?

- CALVIN: Maurice, this is Calvin.

- What is wrong with you?

- Why the hell would you let him stay here

and I not have nothing to say about it?

- Who?

- Que.

- What?

- M...Maurice, don't play with me.

- MAURICE: Boy, what are you talking about?

- The -- that robbed your bank and stole all your shit

is in the house.

- What? - Yes!

- MAURICE: At my house? - CALVIN: Yes!

- Girl, you better watch our good shit.

- Maurice, I'm not playing with you.

He can't stay here.

- I know that. - CALVIN: Then why is he here?

- Look, give him the phone.

- Here.

- MAURICE: Que. - Hey.

- What the -- are you doing at my house?

- I told you I needed you.

- Boy, if you don't get the hell away from my house...

- You sure?

- MAURICE: I'm not playing with you!

- Just take it off speaker. You know, he'll talk to me

when he gets home. - Leave my house!

- Yeah, you're full of shit.

- Hello? - I did not say that.

- Maurice, we need to talk when you get here.

- Okay, I'm on my way.

- Yeah, hurry up.

- Okay, bye.

- ♪ ♪

- Well, hey, Miss Andi.

- Hi. - You look fabulous.

- Thank you.

- Well, shit, girl. Whose car is that out there?

- Oh, that's mine.

- Damn you ballin' like that?

- Yeah. - Well, I need to be a lawyer.

- You should.

- You know damn well I can't be no lawyer.

- Well, you could if you really tried.

- Oh, thank you. That's very nice of you.

- Is Karen here? - Nope, she's not here yet.

Want me to call her?

- Oh, no, I can call her. It's fine.

- Okay. - Let me see.

- KAREN: Okay.

- I like that bag, too.

- It's nice, right? - Very. Oh, there she is.

- Hey. - Well, good evening.

- Hi. Um, Pam, I have some stuff

in the car. Can you get them? Some supplies.

- You kidding, right?

- No, I got them in there, you can get bring them inside.

- You're just trying to get rid of me.

- Always.

- Well, good, I can go check out this Rolls Royce.

- She's pretty.

- PAM: Oh my God. - [laughter]

- PAM: Child, I would...

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Going for a joyride?

- No.

- You keeping it?

- Fatima has a guy who wants to put a bid on it, so...

- Oh, okay.

- Gary won't take it back and I can't take

his money like that, so... - Okay.

- Although in the back of my mind I hear Danni saying,

no, bitch, take the money!

- That sounds like Danni, yeah.

- I'm pretty good at doing impersonations of her.

- And the apartment?

- I thought about it last night and this morning

and I love it.

- ♪ ♪

- Knew you would.

- I can't keep it, though.

- No, you can't.

- I know.

- You know he's gonna be popping up on you, right?

Anytime that he wants, acting like he owns you.

- Yeah, you're right.

- Sell the shit.

- I will.

And I'm gonna give him his money when I do.

- I'm telling you that's the right thing to do.

- You're right.

- But you're not fooling me.

- ANDI: What?

- You're gonna call Danni.

- Well, Karen, it's nice to have different perspectives

on certain topics.

- Not on this topic.

I'm telling you what you should do.

- Karen, what if he gets a th...

- Okay, please don't say a therapist, my God.

- A real one. One that gets

to the root of his issues.

- Andi... - No, you're not listening.

Gary is going to buy, and buy, and buy.

I don't know what the man's gonna buy me next. A jet?

- Don't fall for it.

- I'm gonna let him take me to dinner.

And don't say anything. It's just dinner, that's it.

- Okay, suit yourself.

- You don't think I should go?

- Well, you already told him yes.

- No, I didn't tell him anything yet.

- Right, but you made up your mind so you might as well.

- I think I just need to talk to him.

- Okay, well, I mean, as you know,

I have a situation of my own. So...

- Yeah, that's right. I'm sorry.

- Yeah. I need to set a doctor's appointment.

- Yeah, when are you gonna do that?

- Whenever they can see me, I suppose.

- Okay, well, I'm gonna go with you, okay?

- Yeah, okay.

- Karen, I'm serious. You have to let me

go with you.

- I will. I'll let you know.

- Okay.

- So, when you going to dinner with him?

- I don't know. I haven't talked

to him about it yet. I'm still thinking about it.

- Okay.

Think away. I gotta get some work done, though.

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- Okay, bye.

- Bye.

Pam! You got to get outta my car!

- PAM: Girl, I look good in it! - ANDI: Girl, get out of my car!

- PAM: Well, just take me for a ride, then.

- ANDI: Uh-uh. - PAM: [laughs] It's pretty.

- Yo, what is going on?

- Your lawyers are here.

- Who are the lawyers?

- I don't know.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Do you wanna see 'em or not?

- Yeah, yeah. - Okay, come on.

- Hands behind your back.

Walk.

- Hey.

- Gosh, geez. - Sit.

- What's up, man? - Yo, did you call Fatima?

- I was about to.

- What you mean you was about to? Why didn't you?

- I don't think you want her to know this.

- Know what?

- This is Bill Watts. He's a lawyer friend of mine.

- How you doing, Bill Watts?

Jake, what's going on, bro?

- I'll let him tell you.

- Well, here, I have a lot of questions.

But take a look at this.

If I'm going to help you, you have to tell me what you know.

- What I know about what?

- Jake, come on, bro.

- You wanna tell him?

- Take a look.

- You gotta be kidding me!

- ANDI: Next on "Sistas"...

- How is this even possible?

- ROBIN: Oh no.

- What?

- You sound different. You back on the fence?

- Why is he doing all of this with you in a matter of weeks

when he wouldn't do it with me in three years?

- Who's this lovely lady?

- Oh, this is... - Kelly. Girl, you know me.

- Oh, hey. How you doing?

- That's it, bitch. You're dead.

- HAYDEN: Don't threaten me. - You're dead, mother--!

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