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- Your ass is going to jail.

- I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

- DANNI: Previously on "Sistas."

- Talk!

- There may be a settlement for a million dollars.

- You just told me you have a racist-ass family.

You do something this ignorant?

- You're not doing nothin' Karen?

- We are not together, okay, Zac?

- He had Morris use Jasmine to force me on a case.

He offered me a million dollars to walk away.

- Are you sure you're fired?

- Tonight, I will be Extravaganza.

- [crying]

- How did it go?

- [crying]

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- [crying] Yeah.

- So it went well? - Yes.

- [squealing]

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- Oh, my god, I'm so happy for you.

- Thank you.

- Oh, my god, girl, shit, you better go ahead, then.

- ANDI: Thank you.

Seriously, thank you for everything.

- Are you kidding me?

- You had my back.

- Andi.

Look, I know we don't know each other all that well...

but we gotta have each other's backs.

We sistas.

- We are.

- And you need to go celebrate.

What you gonna do?

- I do. Okay, um... - Mm-hmm.

- My friend Maurice, he's having an event tonight.

- Okay.

- You should come.

- Okay, I'm there.

Send me the info.

- I will.

- Oh, I am so happy for you, girl.

Whoo. - This is unreal.

- [laughs] It is.

I'll see you tonight.

- Don't be late. - I won't.

- This is a celebration.

- [squeals] All right.

Girl, I'll see you tonight.

- [sighs] This belongs to me.

- Damn. - Uh-huh.

You tried it.

- ♪ Bring on that luxury jewelry, pampering ♪

♪ We poppin' tabs ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, we flexin', we sexy ♪

♪ Our special thing, we turning out ♪

- Well, now.

- Hi.

- You didn't call me.

- I'm sorry I didn't call you.

- Yeah, I...I know.

You're--You're in a relationship.

- Yeah.

- Well, just know that I'm so grateful

that you helped out my grandmother.

And...I'd like to take you to dinner one night,

if you'd let me.

- You just said you know I'm in a relationship.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- BOTH: [chuckling]

- I respect that. But my thing is...

until there is a ring on that finger, I can put my bid in.

- Your bid?

- Yeah.

- I'm not for sale.

- That's not what I meant.

- Well, whatever you meant, it was rude.

- Oh. I'm sorry.

- Goodbye, Paris.

- Andi, Andi, wait, just...

I'm really sorry. I...

I was just trying to be cool.

Look, I'd love to get to know you a little better.

I mean, it's always good to have options

when you're not sure, right?

- Who told you I wasn't sure?

- I just thought we hit it off--

- I know you thought, but who told you I wasn't sure?

- No, I was here when the FBI came and--

- Paris, I know you think you know me--

- Look, look. This--this is--

I'm going down in flames right now, right?

- Bye!

- I'm sorry.

- ♪ My girls hold me down ♪

♪ When them boys mess around ♪

♪ And my love life is a headache ♪

♪ We goin' out tonight ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm looking for love ♪♪

- ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

You here for your check?

- Yeah.

- What's wrong with you?

- You care now? - No.

But I know you gonna tell me anyway.

Go on.

- Andi.

- Man...

- What?

- Leave that alone.

- Why?

- Look, she got a lot going on, okay?

- Yeah, we all do.

- Yeah, and I know you like her.

- Yeah. But, uh...

she's with that dude.

- Wait. How you know that?

- I heard people around here talking about it.

- Well, don't tell her I told you, 'cause I didn't.

- Yeah, I know-- I know--I know that.

- Yeah, and I don't like gossip. - Yeah, I--I know.

- Shit, that's all y'all do around here.

Sign this.

- What are you talking about, y'all?

- You and whoever else. Here's your check.

- Listen, I am not into gossip, okay?

I just want to go out with her.

- ♪

- Maybe you could put in a good word for me, please?

- How about you put in your own word, okay?

Go on and get out of here.

- That's just cold, Fatima. - FATIMA: Yep, bye.

- You mean.

- I'm not getting in the middle of that shit.

[chuckles] No sir.

- ♪

- Hi, Miss India.

- Hello.

- How are you? - I'm good.

Why don't you come in the office?

- Um, actually, do you mind if I just say something

before we start?

- Go on.

- If you just look at my track record,

you see I never--

I've never made a mistake, not once.

- Sabrina-- - You can track me every day.

I balance every day-- - Sabrina.

I get it.

We actually did an audit.

And...

I saw exactly what you did.

- ♪

- You did?

- And I saw that you didn't do anything wrong.

And that's why we're not firing you.

No reason.

- Okay. Thank you.

- But you are suspended for three days.

- Okay.

- Okay?

They wanted to give you three weeks, missy.

- Really? - Uh, really.

- Okay, I understand.

- Good, 'cause I just need you to sign this document stating

that you were out for three days.

Girl, are you gonna do it or not?

- Yes, Miss India. - I thought so.

- Thank you.

- [sighs] You're welcome.

Now go to work.

- Really? - Really?

What do you mean really? Of course.

With Maurice being out, I can't have you out too.

Besides, I hired a new guy. I'm trying to train him.

I need you.

- Yes, Miss India.

Does this mean I'm not suspended?

- No, you're not suspended.

I'm gonna defer it. Don't worry about that, darling.

I'll deal with corporate myself.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Now, come on.

Let me introduce you to the new guy.

- Okay.

- Sabrina, Jacobi Sellers.

- Hi. - Hey.

- He has some banking experience.

We just hired him.

You, my dear, will be training him.

- Okay.

Um...where is he gonna be working, exactly?

- Window two.

- Next to me?

- Yes.

- Is that until Maurice gets back?

- Yeah.

Until Maurice gets back.

See you soon.

- Thank you. - Thank you, Miss Mims.

- You're welcome.

- Um...follow me.

- Yeah, sure.

You know, I'm really excited about, uh, working here.

- Great.

If you can...

Do you mind giving me a second?

- Sure. - Mm-hmm. I'll be right back.

- Good.

- Uh-uh, bitch, that's straight!

- I know, Maurice.

- Mm-mm, we don't want anything to be straight...

unless it's a man or a drink.

- You do know you can go home now, right?

- I'm going. - CALVIN: Good.

- Yes, who is it?

- SABRINA: It's Sabrina.

I'm at work.

- MAURICE: Okay.

- Okay, like you need to be.

- Mm-mm. I am on disability, remember?

- They're having me train somebody.

- MAURICE: What?

- Yes, Maurice, to work your station.

- That bitch India, I know she did that.

- SABRINA: Yeah.

- I can't stand her ass.

- Well...Maurice, are you hurt?

- Yes, I can barely move.

I'm traumatized.

- SABRINA: Right, right.

I know that.

- MAURICE: You let that bitch try to fire me.

- He is really fine.

- I'm on my way.

- SABRINA: Okay, I'll see you soon.

[clears throat]

So-- - Yes.

- How much banking experience do you have?

- Well, um, I worked at a credit union while I was in college.

- For how long? - Uh...three years.

- Okay.

Well, I'll show you how we do it here.

- Thank you.

- No problem.

All right, so, we're gonna do this--

- You can come over here.

- Create a username.

- [smooth music playing]

- And we'll just set up a password for you.

- All right. - Don't make it too easy.

- Oh, okay. - Yeah.

- Okay. Can you enter your date of birth?

- Uh, sure. - Mm-hmm.

Is that your way of asking how old I am?

- No, that's just my way of getting your date of birth.

- Okay.

Wow, you really smell good.

- I shower sometimes.

- That's funny.

- Uh-huh, yeah.

Do you wanna focus on this now?

- Yeah, sure. I'm sorry--sorry.

- Mm-hmm, okay.

So, three years, right?

- Uh-huh, three years. - Okay, cool.

So when we're here at Brookhaven,

we have to make our customers feel really special.

- ♪ I can't get you off my mind ♪

♪ Ay, ay, ay ♪

♪

- [beep]

- Preston, um...this is Danni.

I'm sure you know.

If you could, uh, call me.

I know that, um...

I know that reaction was kind of big for you.

And, uh...

- ♪

- I wanna talk about it.

Uh, I forwarded the work calls to my phone, so...

I'm on a break, so...

If you can call me now, that would be great.

Bye.

- [beep]

- ♪

- [cell phone rings]

- Higher Airlines.

- HENRY: Danni!

- ♪

- What are you doing yelling on my phone, old man?

- HENRY: I'm sorry!

- What is it?

- HENRY: Have you seen Zac?

- Do I look like his keeper to you?

- HENRY: He lives with you.

- How do you know that?

- HENRY: We all know that.

- First of all, he's a roommate.

Second of all, he don't live there no more.

- HENRY: Yeah. Well, he is about to be fired.

He hasn't called or come in today.

- [sighs] What?! Say it again?

- HENRY: Yeah.

He hasn't called or come in today.

- Okay, uh, uh, that's not like him.

- HENRY: I know it's not.

All we did to get him this job. - I know.

- HENRY: And it wasn't easy with his record.

- I know. Let me just call him.

- HENRY: I called!

It's going to voicemail.

- Well, damn, something must be wrong.

Look, listen, I'll--I'll figure it out.

Just...cover for him.

- HENRY: Whoa!

I can't do my work and his!

- See, your old ass needs to retire.

You can't lift bags.

We sick of it. Everybody been saying it.

- HENRY: Danni, that's wrong. - I don't care.

You can't lift two people's bags?

Just--just--just cover for him.

- HENRY: [laughs] If the boss finds out--

- Don't -- with me.

I'm tell--let me explain something

to you, you old piece of shit!

Cover for this boy.

Damn!

Ain't the old supposed to teach the young or something?

- HENRY: [laughs] Danni!

What are you gonna do for me if I do?

- I ain't give-- - [call ends]

- ♪ Have you ever had thoughts ♪

- [cell phone rings]

- ♪ Telling you that you're not good enough ♪

- [cell phone rings]

- Hey girl.

- Hey.

- Have you seen Zac?

- He's in jail.

- For what, Karen?

- KAREN: Came to the hotel last night.

- What hotel?

- Look, Danni, I'm busy, okay?

Can you just--

- DANNI: I don't give a shit, Karen.

He's about to lose his job and they callin' me.

- Okay, well, he should have thought about that before.

- What did he do?

- KAREN: Came to the hotel, broke into the room,

and got into it with Aaron. - DANNI: Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You and the preacher was at a hotel?

- KAREN: Okay, Danni-- - Uh-uh.

Hoe, tell me.

- Yes, okay?

Yes, we were.

And Zac came, broke in.

Security came, and--and he went to jail.

I ain't bailing him out.

- Karen, he could lose his job.

- KAREN: I don't care, okay?

He need to leave me alone.

- [sighs] All right, okay.

- KAREN: Can I go now?

- You know, your ass is gonna regret this shit

when you calm down.

- I am not gonna regret it, okay?

I'm not.

- Whatever.

- Bye. - DANNI: Bye.

- ♪

- Oh, hey, girl, hey.

What's up?

- I got him.

- Got who?

- Bellamy.

- Oh. - Yeah.

I went to my job today.

Got his ass on tape.

- Okay, well--

- I played it for Mr. Benson and the board.

- That's incredible! What--

- Mm-hmm.

They're reviewing the case now.

He's gonna get the evidence from the FBI.

- Okay.

Then why you look so unhappy?

- I'm pretty sure Gary's telling the truth.

- Oh, you think so?

- They set him up.

Also...

- Also what? What?

- I saw Paris today.

- Paris?

That--that man that dropped you off?

- That man that dropped me off.

- Okay, Andi, I know when something's going on...

- He asked me to dinner.

I don't know, every time I see him, we just click.

- Mm. Click. - Yeah.

- Click.

But you got Gary.

- Do I?

- What do you mean by that? - I mean, I love him.

But he wants me to move out of my house

into some house in the country.

And Jasmine told me he would isolate me.

- Okay, but you can't believe everything she says--

- But he tried. Didn't he?

And his ass is always so jealous of everything.

- Hey, let me ask you this.

Let me just ask you this one question.

- No, he never hit me.

- Okay, but yelled at you.

- I mean, of course, in an argument.

- He say crazy stuff to you?

- No, Karen.

- You sure? - Karen!

It happened in college. - Okay. All right.

- I promise you it'll never happen again and I mean it.

- I won't ask again.

I know you can't trust his wife, but...there could be some truth

in what she's saying.

She knows him.

- All I know is what he showed me.

- Girl. Girl, what-- - I know.

- What is all this? Where did you get this?

- He sent me this from jail.

- How much is it?

- $250,000.

Yes.

So I'm gonna go take it to the bank.

- You can't put that in the bank, though.

- I can put it in a safety deposit box.

- Okay. Wow. - Mm-hmm. I know.

- What the hell?

- He was worried about me. - Okay, but where did he get it?

- I don't know.

I guess rich people keep that kind of cash around.

- That's true, that's true. With all this money,

does that mean you can get your place back?

- I'm gonna try like hell.

- Okay, good.

- All right, I'm gonna to the bank.

And then I'm gonna see him.

- Oh, and look, I hired someone to clean up my place,

so you can come over tonight.

- What, Zac didn't finish?

- He's in jail.

- What?

- Mm-hmm.

Uh...I was at the hotel last night with Aaron, right?

And--and--and--and--and he--

he broke in and-- and got arrested.

- Karen... - Hm? It ain't my fault!

It ain't my fault. They got into it.

What, he's in jail! I ain't bailing him out.

- Damn. You know you're wrong.

- Why am I wrong? He broke into--

- Karen, it don't make no sense

for you to let this man sit in jail.

- I'm saying, though! I'm saying--

- You know what? It's none of my business.

- It ain't. - That's your man, okay?

- It ain't my man either. - Okay.

- Don't even say that. - Okay. All right.

- Just go.

- Karen, I like your dress. - Thank you.

- It looks like wallpaper. Free my -- .

- Andi! Andi, that ain't nice!

That ain't right!

Why you gotta be a lawyer for him?

Ain't nobody never on my side.

I'm sorry, girl, you don't need that.

- ♪

- SABRINA; Okay, the customers, they matter a lot to us here.

And we like to make sure that--

- [whimpers]

- Maurice!

- Yes?

I'm making it. I'll be there in a minute.

- How are you?

- Hold on. I'm coming, girl.

I'm moving as fast as I can.

You know, I've been through this shit.

Don't pressure me.

- ♪

- Oh, oh--

- Girl, I'm barely making it.

- I can see that.

Are you okay?

- Who's he?

- This is Jacobi. Jacobi, Maurice.

- Hi. You need some help? Are you all right?

You okay? - Are you a new employee?

- Yes, I am.

- Hm.

- How's he doing?

- He's actually catching on really fast.

- Really fast.

Well, can you fastly move out of my spot?

- Well... - Well, Miss Mims wanted--

- -- her!

I'll call her.

Yeah?

I'll call anybody.

Just get him the -- out of my spot.

Move him.

- Okay. Okay, um,

you might just wanna...come around safely.

- All right, sure. - This way would be great.

- Excuse me. Sorry. - Go ahead that way.

You're safer on this side. - Right here?

- No, move down one more. - Next!

How are you doing?

- JACOBI: Password? - SABRINA: Yeah.

- You ain't got to show him all that shit.

- I'm training him.

- I'll train him.

- Maurice.

- You're busy, Sabrina.

I'll train him.

- Excuse me for one second.

- Sure.

- Yeah. Take a break.

- Look, first of all, what's with the walker?

- Bitch, you see these cameras in here?

- Look, he is a nice guy.

- Is he gay?

- No.

- Child, I could've stayed at the club.

Heh.

- You smell like alcohol.

- That's my ointment for my bruises.

Remember?

- Yeah, okay.

- Are you ready to have a good time tonight?

- Yeah.

- You should invite JuJu.

- Jacobi. - Yes.

- I don't really know that many straight guys

that wanna go to a gay bar.

- Yeah, not if nobody knows it.

Mm-hmm.

He's cute.

- Yeah.

And funny.

- You like him.

- [scoffs] No.

- You sure?

- Yeah, Maurice, I'm sure.

- Uh-huh, bitch, I'm just asking.

He is very fine.

Damn.

- I noticed, yeah.

- But ain't nobody fine enough to be in my spot.

Don't let it happen again.

- You know I got you.

- Uh-huh. - Mm-hmm.

Let me go over there and train him and stop being so...

Actually, excuse me, Jacobi.

I'll be right back.

- Hey.

Hi, Maurice. - You look cute, girl.

- ANDI: Oh, thank you. - Hey.

- That means a lot coming from you.

- Hey. - Hey.

- How did it go?

- Great. - Great.

- How did it go for you?

- Great.

- Good. - Yeah.

- Um...I need a safety deposit box...please?

- Andi... - Mm-hmm.

Can you just give me one, please?

Please?

- Come on. - Mm-hmm.

- Tell me everything.

- I will.

- I'll be right back, gentlemen.

- Hey, uh, Maurice?

So, um...you like working here, man?

- Why do you ask?

- Uh, I--no, I just wanted to know--

- Let me explain something to you, dear.

If you think that you're going to come in here

- --you got another thing coming for you. Shut up!

I will burn this mother-- down with you in it.

- Hey, man, I'm sorry. I was just--

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

You just listen.

Do that.

- Okay, I will do--

- How did you get this job?

- I'm pretty qualified, bro.

- MAURICE: Bullshit.

I know Miss Mims. You're her type.

You had to -- her to get this job?

- Yeah, bro, that is really inappropriate.

- MAURICE: You have a neck tattoo.

That's inappropriate.

- Let's...just--yeah.

Let's just get to work, man. How about that?

- ♪

- OFFICER RAYAH: [laughs]

Yo, man, you still here? - Do I have a choice?

- I don't know. Maybe you got some, uh--

some super powers and you can just

squeeze your big-ass head through these bars.

[chuckles]

- How you even think this is funny?

- No, I swear to god, honestly.

I think this is about the saddest thing...

[laughs]

- I'm pretty sure I lost my job.

- Aww!

- Yo, Rayah, go ahead.

Like, I don't even got time for this.

- I know what happened.

You went to the hotel and you saw her with another man.

- Swear to God, y'all think you know everything, huh?

- Yeah, we do, because we are the police.

- Alright, so you know I don't wanna -- talk to you, then.

- So if, um...

if I can get you out of here...

what you gonna do for me, Zac?

- You really saying that?

- [laughs] I'm just messing with you, man. [laughs]

- Whatever, no you're not.

- OFFICER RAYAH: No, listen, listen.

I--I--I want you to take me out.

- I know what that means. - No, but hear me out.

I want you to take me to dinner.

A proper dinner.

So you can tell me how sorry you are for dogging me out.

- Oh my god, we was kids, man.

- Yeah, and the shit still hurts.

- I was young and stupid, like...

- OFFICER RAYAH: Hm.

Tell me the truth.

Did y'all have a bet? - What?

- You and your little whack-ass team you ran around with.

Did y'all have a bet?

- This cannot be real, bro.

- Did y'all have a bet on who could hit it first?

- You don't wanna know that. - No, I want you to tell me.

- Yes.

- I thought so.

- Sorry.

- Do you know how humiliating it is?

To be the girl that nobody thought was pretty.

And for you, Zachary Taylor, gave me all the attention

that I wanted until you got what you wanted.

- I know. I felt bad about that too.

- Imagine how I felt.

- Rayah, you didn't deserve that.

You didn't.

- Whatever, man.

I'm good.

- You sure? 'Cause if you was good,

you still wouldn't be talking about that shit.

- I don't know, it took me a while to get over that.

Hell, I still don't even know if I can trust anybody.

- Look, I'm sorry. All right?

Like, you--you didn't deserve that.

If I could do it all over again, I would...

I would take back most of it.

- Most of it?

- Yeah, I don't--I don't regret having sex with you.

I mean, you was--you was good.

If I could do it all over again, I'd do some things differently.

- Like what?

- Like treat you like a person for one.

Don't worry about it. I'm being punished for

all of the -- up shit I did in my life.

Trust me. Trust me.

Specially how I treated you, so...

I'm sorry.

- [slow clap]

- I almost believed you.

You're real convincing, Zac. - Almost.

- Yeah, I still ain't gonna let your ass out.

- I knew you couldn't let me out.

That don't mean that I didn't mean what I said.

- [sighs] Whatever.

You can go free.

- What? - OFFICER RAYAH: Yeah.

- How? - Your bail's been made.

- ♪

- Did you...

- Nah, -- .

You know I ain't gonna give you no $5,000 out of my money.

- All right.

- [scoffs]

- Then who?

- I don't know.

But you wanna stay here or you don't?

- Nope.

- ♪

- I'm sorry.

- Goes a long way with me, Zac.

- I mean it.

- I hope so.

- ♪

- Go ahead.

- ♪

- [door shuts]

- ♪

- You got me out? - Yeah.

- I don't even know what to say.

- Well, you can start by telling me

how you got put here in the first place.

- Right.

- I'm hungry.

Come on.

Man, get off of me and get in the car.

- ♪

- [knocking] - Oh, shit.

- What? - Look.

- Open the door.

- How did you know he was coming?

- He text me.

- Hi, Karen.

- How you doing?

- I'm okay. - PAM: I'm okay too.

- [chuckles] I'm sorry. Hi.

- How are you? - I'm good.

- I'm Pam.

- Yeah, we met, right?

- That's right. You the one whose wife--

- Go home, Pam. - PAM: What?

- Go home.

- You told me to clean up.

- You can do it tomorrow.

- You know you gonna be cussing in the morning

if this place ain't clean. - I said...tomorrow!

- [laughs] Oh, y'all trying to be alone.

- Goodbye, Pam. Bye. Bye.

- I'm leaving.

- Mm-hmm.

- Can I get my purse? - Ain't much in it.

- Duh, 'cause you don't pay me enough.

- I don't pay you to be nosy, Pam.

Have a good night.

- Bye.

- Take care, Pam.

[chuckles]

- Um...I'm sorry.

- No, I'm the one that's sorry.

Bringing you to that hotel and then drinking--

- We didn't do nothin'.

- We did something.

- I didn't do nothin'.

- Right. - Mm-hmm.

- But I did.

And I know I should regret it.

I should feel ashamed. But... [sighs]

I just wanted you so bad.

And I still do.

Like, I only know extremes. I'm sorry.

- What you mean?

- Well, I--I don't have a middle.

Okay? I'm just-- I'm either all in or I'm not.

- Well, that can be a good thing.

Or it could be a real...

...bad thing. - Bad thing.

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I just...

[sighs]

- Look, I ain't coming to the hotel with you tonight.

- Okay.

Well, do you wanna get some dinner?

- I actually have plans.

You know, some friends are celebrating another friend

at a bar.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- Well, would you mind if I tag along?

- Oh, it's a gay bar, so...

- Okay. - Okay?

Like, that's fine with you?

A gay bar?

- Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

- No, no reason. Just...okay.

- Look, I don't have judgment towards anyone, right?

Look at my life.

- Right, that's true, true.

- Well, I can drive if you wanna drink tonight.

- Oh, you don't wanna drink no more?

- I learned my lesson last time.

I'm just gonna take that as a sign, all right?

That I'm done. - Okay.

- I prayed about it and everything, so I'm good.

- Okay. [laughs] - So come on.

Let's get out of here.

- Okay.

- ♪

- I wanna talk, okay? So call me. Please.

- Hey.

- [footsteps]

- I just got in the door.

- Okay, well, let's go because Andi took my car.

I have a rideshare outside.

I think we're gonna be drinking.

You know, I'm ready for this party toni--

What's wrong with you?

- I think I might have done something

or acted a little stupid.

- Danni, you act stupid all the time.

- Really, bitch? - What?

Go ahead, what is it?

- So, Preston handcuffed me to the bed.

- What? Really?

- Yes. - Shit.

- So he handcuffed me to the bed and he wouldn't--

- Wait, is this gonna get really kinky, though?

- Bitch, are you talking to me about kinky--

- Yeah.

- --when you -- a 6-foot vibrator up your man's ass?

- Okay. All right, Danni. It wasn't 6 feet.

- All right, then let me tell you what happened.

- Go on. - He handcuffed me to the bed.

- Mm-hmm.

- I was asking him to un-cuff me.

I needed to use the bathroom.

And he was standing over me in that cowboy hat.

And he was like, "Beg me."

- Oh, I mean, that sounds sexy.

- He was like, "Gal, beg me."

- Wait, the white man? - Yeah.

- In the cowboy hat?

- While I'm chained up.

- Chains? - Industrial.

Like, he went big.

And hands me a pot to piss in.

- Whoa. Really, Danni?

I didn't know you were into that.

- Oh, my gosh.

- I mean, Danni.

- What?

- You are dating a white man.

- First of all, we're not dating.

- Then what do you call it?

- --.

- Okay, anyway, what did you say?

- I don't know, I said something about Malcolm X

and Al Sharpton and Billy Dee Williams,

they all would be very proud.

- Billy Dee?

- Yeah, I don't know.

- Well, I mean, Danni, you did tell us he was green.

Do you feel like you overreacted?

- I don't know.

But he's not calling me back. [chuckles]

- I'm sorry.

- Girl, come on.

- What?

- Let's just go hang out with all them men that don't want me.

You know, this is my life. Let's go.

- Hold on a second. You're going like this?

- Yeah. They don't want me anyway.

- But you're in your uniform.

You wanna get--you know? - Fits me kind of well.

They don't care. They don't care.

Let's just go.

- All right, well, chipper up! 'Cause tonight's about love!

- You know, I don't even like Maurice.

Why do I have to go?

- [whispers] Are you sure you wanna wear that?

- Yeah, why not?

I'm already dressed.

- Yeah, the queens wouldn't be happy with this outfit.

- I don't give a shit, okay?

It's either this or nothing, you know?

- The queens know how to catch a man.

- [claps] - Ready?

- That's cute. That's real cute.

- ♪

♪

- Hey.

- Hi.

- I just wanna hug you right now.

Well, thanks for coming to see me.

- Thanks for my package.

- God, I'm so sorry about all of this.

I'm sorry. - Gary, listen, listen.

I went to my job.

And I basically got a confession from Bellamy.

- Really? - Yeah.

So the owner of the firm is working with the FBI

and the federal prosecutors.

He has some friends in high places and...

he's gonna help you.

- Will help us.

- Yeah, us.

- You--you said "you."

- Well, I'm not really in this...

- You lost all of your stuff.

- Yeah. - But--

Don't worry about all that.

Tomorrow morning, I'm getting all that untangled, all right?

- Thank you.

- ♪

- Hey, is that, um...

Is that guy Hayden helping you?

- Yeah, he's been great.

A great help.

- Why do you need him?

- Gary, you're...

you're in jail.

And you're asking me about Hayden?

Are you jealous? - No, no, no, no.

I just--I just--I just want to know how much he's helping you.

That's all.

- I don't like this jealousy thing.

It's insulting and...I--I don't like it. I don't like it.

- What do you mean? - I mean it's insulting.

You think that I'm sleeping with every man I work with.

- Look, I just know them. I know men.

- I don't give a damn if you know them. You should know me.

- Okay, okay... - I don't like this.

- Look...I just don't want you to leave me.

Okay? That's it.

- Why would I do that?

- Are you kidding me?

I mean...all this shit that I've been putting you through?

- Gary...baby, I am here because I love you.

I just--I don't like the jealousy thing.

- And I just don't like you talking to them.

- ♪

- You don't really have a choice, now, do you?

- ♪

- Wow.

That's what you're gonna say to me?

I mean, I'm your man. - My married man.

- Okay, you know that situation. - Yeah, I do.

And I've been patient with you the whole time

because you said that it was over.

- And I'm not lying to you.

- And now I left dealing with this shit?

I am not gonna deal with you being jealous too.

You need to pick a struggle.

- Okay. Why are you here?

- What?

- Why are you here?

I'm gonna be jealous over what's mine.

That's just the way it is and it ain't changing.

- And what if I don't like it?

- You've made it very clear that you don't like it.

- So let me get this straight.

You don't want me to talk to the man

that's gonna help me get my things back?

- Andi, that little apartment ain't shit.

Baby, I'm trying to give you the world.

And...you're out here trying to live regular.

- My apartment ain't shit? - Look, I--I--

- No, you said exactly what you meant.

And I am tired of you dismissing my job

and everything I worked my ass off to get!

- Wait, wait, wait. What are you saying?

You know--you know they did this to me.

Right?

Right?

- That still remains to be seen.

- ♪

- Wow.

I don't know you at all, do I?

- I don't know you either.

- Okay, well, get out of here. This is over. We're done.

- Excuse me? - We're done?

This is over.

Okay, my guy got me a lawyer.

She will help me get out of here.

So you can go.

- I am so sorry. - Yeah, you are.

- No, I wasn't talking to you! I'm saying sorry to myself

for dealing with your dumb ass all this time.

- Andi, don't talk to me like that!

- You know, my life was good before I met you.

I was happy. And you -- my life up!

- Yeah, right.

What, going from man to man, Andi?

Right.

- Wow. You know what?

She also told me you would be mean,

and I should've believed her.

- So you were talking to her. - Oh, my god.

- Oh, shit. You're in this--

- Guard! - Listen to me.

Don't call me anymore.

And I want my money.

Every -- dime.

- You listen to me.

I ain't giving you shit.

- ♪

- DANNI: Next on "Sistas."

- I am done. I mean it.

You know he got jealous because

I was trying to get Hayden to help his ass?

He don't know who he's talking to.

- For some reason, I like you. And I want to see you win.

- Quick question. Um, do you do gay bars?

- What's wrong with you? - She got handcuffed to the bed.

- BOTH: Ooh!

- And she got mad.

- Hurry up, bitch!

I got to get dolled up!

It'll take me a while to get in all this drag.

- [unintelligible]

- Shots!

- ♪

- ♪

- ♪