All language subtitles for The Dirty D s02e01 Consequesnces

- [Narrator] Previously,
on "The Dirty D."

- What happens in the Dirty
D stays in the Dirty D.

- I'm leaving Tiffany, bro.

I love Tiffany to death,

but I ain't in love
with her no more.

- See, that's why I told
Tiffany she was wrong

about Brick thinking
you was a drug dealer.

- You think this shit a game?

- What the?
- Huh?

- [Woman] Terrance, what the-

- Kyra was the one serving
the customers in VIP,

and I think she's in on it too.

- Don't worry, you can still
be our little secret, baby.

- How the fuck this get in here?

- I'm here to give you

until the end of the
week to let Kyra go,

or else I'll have this
bitch raided and shut down.

- If I expose Jason, Marcus,

or whatever the fuck
his name is to Brick,

he gonna think that I really

had something to
do with this shit.

- Go ahead, then,
shoot me, bitch.

- [Woman] The fuck?

(tense instrumental music)

(woman gasping)

(upbeat instrumental music)

* Radio *

* She said she
wanna go to Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that
it ain't no town in the world *

* That could sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward
on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast
lane, can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown
city of the blues *

* Feel like Berry Gordy when
I step inside this booth *

* I need a Diana who gon'
come and sing the tunes *

* So I can hit up Cider
when I need to bust a move *

* Yeah baby I'm from Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that
it ain't no town in the world *

* That could sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward
on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast
lane, can't slow down *

(ominous instrumental music)
(police radios crackling)

- So, what time was it when
you arrived here for work?

- Around three P.M.

I usually get here
a little early

just so I could kick it
with Nicki before my shift.

She's the bartender of the club.

- [Captain] And what
made you believe

that something was going on?

- Well first, when I came in,

the door was wide open.

And I thought that was
something that the police did,

you know, after the
raid or something?

But then I found Tiffany's
gun on the table,

and I found this
laying on the floor,

so I knew something was wrong.

- And you're absolutely positive

this belongs to Tiffany Davis?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

Her photo's the screensaver.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Do me a favor,

have Jimmy bag this
for me, please?

All right, look.

I'm gonna need something
more than just a cellphone

and an open door, okay?

So, is there anything else

that you can think
of, anything at all?

I mean, was there some strange
car parked in the parking lot

with some weirdo
hanging out by the door?

Anything you can think
of to help us out.

- I mean, you probably
should just ask Kyra.

She's a bottle girl here.

- Why the hell does that
name sound so familiar to me?

- Look, I don't
know, but she was

having an affair
with Brick, okay?

And maybe she wanted to
get Tiffany out the way

and have him all to herself.

- Were you also having

extracurricular
activities with Mr. Davis?

- What?

Man, are you serious?

Of course not.

Look, can I go now?

- If you think of
anything, anything at all,

doesn't matter how small
the information is, okay?

My number's on this card.

Call me.

As soon as something comes
to your mind, you understand?

You're free to go.

I'm telling ya,

this shit just doesn't stop.

And no sooner did we
get Brick Davis in jail,

and his wife comes up missing.

Not to mention the fact
that our informant, Nicki,

the one that I put here?

She's still missing.

- And there's still no
word on her whereabouts?

- No.

The last time I talked to her,

she promised me she had
information on Brick.

Matter of fact, we were supposed
to have a meeting today.

Sure as hell doesn't look
like that's gonna happen.

- Well I mean, at least
we have Brick locked up.

- When it comes to Brick Davis,

I wanna throw everything
we have at that man.

I don't care if it's jaywalking

while he's rolling
a joint, okay?

I wanna make sure that we
have at least one thing

to stick on that man

to keep his ass in
jail, you understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Why don't you go see

what Jimmy's picked
up over there, okay?

- Copy.

(tense instrumental music)

(someone knocking)

- All set?

- Yes.

- Okay.

Everything looks good.

Just need to get a
couple vitals on you.

Put this on your finger, please.

Check your temperature.

(thermometer beeping)

Okay, 97.3.

Take that.

- [Kyra] You said 97.3?

- Yeah, it's good.

And I will get the
doctor for you.

Oh, here you are.

- Hey.

Miss Kyra, how we doing today?

- [Kyra] I'm okay.

- Just okay, for a mother to be?

- I mean, I guess I'm just tired

with all the stuff
I got going on.

- Now, you know
it's very important

for the health of the baby

that you get the proper
amount of rest, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay, so it looks like
you're about eight weeks along.

- Eight weeks?

- Give or take a few days.

Now, I'm going to prescribe
you some prenatal vitamins.

The pharmacy downstairs

seem to sell 'em on
the cheaper side.

- Okay.

- Okay?

I wanna see you back
in about 30 days.

- But what if I'm not sure
if I wanna keep it or not?

- Then you have
to decide quickly.

Complications from
abortions increases greatly

the further you are
into your pregnancy.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Eight weeks?

(someone knocking)

- All right.

You are all set.

And we have some information
here that you can read over,

just different
resources for you.

- Okay, thank you.

- All right, thank
you, have a good day.

- You too.

- Shoot, what's up Kyra?

- What's up, Boom?

What you doing here?

- Little man runnin' a fever.

Just picking up some medicine.

What you...

Is that Brick baby?

- Does it matter?

I've been sending
messages to him

through you for the longest.

He haven't called me, nothing.

- Come on, Kyra, you
know it's not like that.

It's a lotta shit
goin' on right now.

- And at the end of the day,

that's just another
lame ass excuse.

- Look, Brick got a bond hearing

in a couple days, all right?

Hopefully they'll
give him a bond

while he fighting this case.

- Hopefully.

But look, can you keep
this between me and you?

I'd rather tell Brick
I'm pregnant by myself.

And it's not like he could
do shit about it anyway.

- All right, I got you.

If it ain't one thing,
it's a fuckin' 'nother.

- You guys find anything yet?

- Just a regular house.

(tense instrumental music)

But whoever was here was in
a definite rush to leave.

The front door was unlocked,

and there was food left
out on the counter.

- What about blood,

did you guys find any of that?

- Not in here.

I'm headed to the bedroom next.

- All right.

Be sure you guys check
for trace evidence, okay?

I want blood and DNA.

Let me know what you find.

- Will do.

(tense instrumental music)

(Captain sighing)

- Why the hell do I get the
feeling you didn't just get up

and run outta here
all on your own?

(buzzer ringing)

(inmates shouting)

- Damn, bro.

Never thought the day would
come when I would see this shit.

- Yeah nigga, me neither.

Fuck goin' on out there, dog?

Tiffany ain't
answering the phone,

she ain't been to see me?

This ain't like Tiff, dog.

I don't give a fuck
what we been through,

she always been there, dog.

- Yeah, I know.

- Something ain't right.

- Look man, I hate to be the
nigga to tell a nigga bad news,

especially on any
situation like this.

Nothin' I can do
about it, at that.

- Nigga, say what the
fuck you gotta say.

- Tiffany missing, bro.

- Missing?

What the fuck you mean, missing?

- The night you got locked up,

her and Boom went
back to the club

to try to fix it up after the
cops ransacked that bitch.

Boom had an emergency and had
to go, and he left her there.

That was the last
time anybody saw her.

- Man, why the fuck would Boom

leave her in the
club by herself, dog?

- I don't know.

That's something
you have to ask him.

No but look, bruh,

we got way more important
ish to think about.

We still gotta pay the
connect for that last drop.

You know them niggas
don't give a fuck

about what's going on.

- Yeah, well I don't know
how the fuck I'mma do that

with Tiffany missing, nigga.

Shit, she got access
to all my accounts.

I mean, my lawyer got
access to a couple of 'em,

but I don't trust
that nigga like that.

- Yeah.

Well, I might have a
solution to our problem.

- Nigga, what the fuck is this?

- It's a power of attorney.

Give me legal authority
over all your assets.

- I trust you, nigga, but I
don't trust you that much.

- Fuck, Brick.

You gotta trust somebody

'til we find out what the
fuck is going on with Tiff.

- All right, how long we got?

- A few days, max.

Look bro, we gotta open
the club back up, man.

Bills need to be paid.

Nigga, I know you
not trying to waste

that money that you investing.

Plus, all the fuckin' fees

that you got racking up
while you in this bitch?

- [Brick] Fuck, dog.

- If it makes you
feel any better,

this shit only gives
me some legal access.

I can't sell none of yo assets,

and I can only take no more
than $20,000 without you,

or your lawyer's permission.

- Man, this shit only
while I'm locked up.

- As soon as you're a free man,

it's null and void, bro.

My word.

(eerie instrumental music)

- [Terrance] What's
going on, Captain?

- What, you mean something
other than this weak ass coffee?

- Well, I'm glad to see your
sense of humor coming back.

I mean, it's been
pretty tense around here

since the murder
of Officer Marcus.

- Ah, you know.

It's always tough when
you lose one of your own.

He was a good officer,
and better man.

- Yeah, just wish I would've
got a chance to meet him

the night he was murdered.

I mean, whatever it is he
wanted to talk to me about

sounded like it was
really important.

- Hey, you never know.

We might still find out.

- Wait Cap, I thought
with Brick being locked up

for the murder of Officer Marcus

that the investigation into
the Davises were closed,

and the case was over.

- No, look.

With Tiffany Davis
being reported missing,

and her CI, Nicki,
she's still MIA?

This case is far
from over, Officer.

If you ask me, Brick Davis
has his hand in all this mess.

I'm gonna do everything
I can to prove it.

- But how could Brick be behind

the disappearance of his wife

if we arrested him before
Tiffany disappeared?

- Somebody's helping him.

Yeah, I don't know.

Maybe it was Brick's partner

that Marcus wanted
to talk to me about.

Also, you and I both know that
our good friend, Mr. Davis,

has a tendency to cheat on
his wife from time to time,

so maybe he's got
a little sidepiece

hiding out there someplace,
somebody we don't know about.

Tell you what, why don't you go

do some digging around, okay?

Maybe start with that witness

that we talked to
over at the club.

That bottle girl, or
whatever the hell.

See what she knows.

I think she might
be onto something.

- That's gonna be
hard to do, Cap.

The club hasn't even
opened back up yet.

- You know, if I know Brick
Davis the way I believe I do,

it'll be up and
running in no time.

- I need to make
a police report.

My sister is missing,

and nobody in this raggedy
ass city seems to give a fuck!

- Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am.

I got this, it's all right.

Ma'am, please, calm down, okay?

What seems to be the problem?

- What the fuck you
mean, calm down?

My sister has been missing,

and y'all niggas just
now notifying me?

- Look, sometimes it
takes us a few days

to locate the next of kin

and let 'em know something's
going on with their family.

All right?

Tell you what, how about if
I have one of my officers

take you into one of
our interview rooms

to get some information
from you, all right?

Let us see how you can help
us locate your sister, okay?

So tell me this.

What's your sister's
name, ma'am?

- Tiffany.

Tiffany Davis.

Is it a problem?

- No ma'am, there's no
problem at all, okay?

Tell you what, you go with
this officer right here.

His name is Terrance.

He's gonna take
good care of you.

Just get some information
from you, all right?

Catch up with you
guys in a while.

- Okay, come on ma'am.

Right this way, ma'am.

- Don't worry about it.

It's all taken care of.

- Okay, Ms. Davis, is it?

- Hell no.

Davis is Tiffany's sorry
ass husband's last name.

My last name is Roberts.

- Okay, Ms. Roberts.

When's the last time you
spoke with your sister?

- The day before
she went missing.

She was telling me
how her husband Brick

was planning on leaving her

for some young bitch he
was messing around with.

- Okay, anything else?

- No.

Only that if he left her,

she was gonna make sure that
nigga left with nothing.

Most of everything was
in my sister's name.

- Ms. Roberts, has your sister
ever gone missing before?

- No.

I mean, she'll get a
room for a few days

if her and Brick were into it.

But she'll always call me

and let me know where
she's staying, always.

- Ms. Roberts, are you aware
that your sister's best friend

was murdered inside of her
spa a couple weeks ago?

- What?
- Oh my god!

No!

- And is there any reason why
she wouldn't tell you this?

I mean, considering
from your words,

Ms. Roberts, the two of
you are best friends?

(ominous instrumental music)

- Wait, hold on.
- Wait a minute.

- Fuck you's trying to get at?

I'm up here trying to
find my missing sister

and you sitting in front of my
face trying to implicate me?

You got me fucked up.

You know, this is exactly

why people don't
trust the police now.

Y'all stay on bullshit.

- Well unfortunately, we don't
have much more information

than what we already knew.

Which is, we got a
call from an employee

at the club the other day,

and when we interviewed her,

she said that when she
arrived for work that day,

the door to the club
was propped open.

(ominous instrumental music)

- Fuckin' figures.

You know what, y'all
not good for shit.

Y'all really aren't, and you
know what, I promise you,

if anything has
happened to my sister,

I'm flipping this city
and everybody in it

upside the fuck down.

Come on, Giovanni.

- Well, that escalated
now didn't it?

- Yeah, we got more work to do.

- Hey.

Look, I got a couple pictures.

I don't know how
much help it'll do,

but figure it's
some type of lead.

- Why don't you take
him up front, all right?

See if we can get
these printed out.

- Copy.
- Thank you.

(tense instrumental music)

(ominous instrumental music)

- [Boom] Fuck is this?

- Fuck it look like, nigga?

I'm preparing to have
a meeting with my staff

for the reopening
of the Dirty D.

In Tiffany and Brick's
absence, of course.

- Your staff?

Motherfucker, anybody
gonna run this club

while Brick locked
up, it's gonna be me.

- Ah Boom, this is
Brick's power of attorney,

leaving me over all
of Brick's affairs.

Or did you forget that Brick
and I are business partners?

- Nigga, you know you
and Brick business

ain't got shit to
do with this club.

- See this piece of
paper right here, Boom?

It gives me authority

over all of Brick's
business, and legal matters.

Boom, I have a meeting to
start in a few minutes,

so if you'll excuse
me, I'mma get to it.

(ominous instrumental music)

- [Nicki] I see I'm not
the only one back in black.

- [Employee] Girl, fuck you.

- Bitch, this shit
ain't over with.

- I hope not.

- Watch yo back.

Bitch, where the
hell you ass been?

I've been blowing your phone
up since the other night.

- Girl, between me
studying for finals,

trying to figure out

how I'm gonna pay this high
ass rent Brick left me,

and trying to figure out
what the fuck goin' on

with him in jail, I ain't
ready to talk to nobody.

- Hold on, you mean
to tell me this nigga

moved you into that
expensive ass apartment,

and didn't pay the rent for
the next couple of months?

- I don't think he knew he was
gonna get locked up, India.

- Girl, that nigga know
what lifestyle he living,

and shit like this can happen.

The least he could've
did was paid your bills

for the next couple of months

so you weren't out on your ass.

- That's not gonna happen.

I never give Terrance sorry ass

a chance to say I told you so.

The fuck?

- Trust me, Terrance got way
more pressure to worry about

than some sorry
ass I told you sos.

- What you talkin' 'bout?

- Girl, that's why
I been calling you.

You not gonna believe this shit.

So the other night-
- Have everybody's attention?

Ladies, now I know
everybody is concerned

with the fate of the Dirty D.

Rightfully so, considering
Tiffany missing,

and Brick is locked up.

But I can assure you we gonna do

exactly what they
would expect us to do,

and that's open up the doors

of the Dirty D to our
customers, immediately.

Of course, with a few changes.

New uniforms, new VIP rooms.

- And when is Brick
gonna be back?

- Brick will be back
when he get back.

Listen, if anybody
has any problems

with these new adjustments,

you can get the fuck on anytime.

Now where's Nicki?

- I mean, she was
supposed to work

the night the bar got raided,

but she hasn't showed up,

and I've been calling her

and she has not been
hittin' me back.

- Great, now I've gotta find
a whole new fuckin' bartender

before we open up the club.

- I can do it.

I normally covered the
bar on Nicki's days off.

- Okay, cool.

Meet me in my
office in 30 minutes

so we can discuss details.

- Okay.

- Honey, follow me.

(tense instrumental music)

- I see you ain't waste no time

settling in this
motherfucker, huh?

- Nah, not at all.

I mean, especially considering

Brick 'bout to be
doing some time.

Figured I'd go ahead and
make myself comfortable.

- Sure, I feel you.

- I bet you do.

Speaking of feeling me,

word around this motherfucker

is that you lookin' for
a better paying job.

- I'm always down to
make some more money.

- Mm.

I like the sound of that.

Considering all things,

you ready to prove to me
why you deserve a promotion?

(tense instrumental music)

- Boom, what the fuck?

You supposed to call me when
you found out about Brick

and you ain't saying
shit, I've been worried.

- I know, I know, I've been
tied up trying to figure out

what the fuck
happened to Tiffany,

so I can tell Brick something
when I go visit him.

I just gotta put you on the
visiting list, that's all.

- So he put you on the
visiting list, and not me?

- Look Kyra, it's a lotta
shit goin' on right now.

Tiffany, Brick's wife,
is missing right now.

How the fuck it look if
some chick he fucking with

come see him while
his wife missing?

- Wow.

Boom, you outta all people

know I ain't just
some chick he fuckin'.

Me and Brick is in love.

- And what I know don't
fuckin' matter right now, Kyra.

Look, the only thing Brick
needs to focus on is this case,

and what the fuck happened
to his wife, that's it.

Damn!

- So, does this
mean I got the job?

- No.

But it does mean that
you still have a job.

Now, if you'll excuse yourself,

I got some shit I
need to take care of.

I'm sorry, can I help
you with something?

Fuck on.

And don't slam my
fuckin' door, either.

Bitch.

(someone knocking)

I could tell right now I'mma
have to fire this motherfucker.

What?

Damn.

- Did I come at a bad time?

- Oh, nah.

Come on in.

- [Employee] You said come
see you in 30 minutes.

- That I did.

Lookin' good, too.

Take your shirt off.

- Huh?

- I hate repeating myself.

(intense instrumental music)

The fuck you waitin' for?

Come here.

(buzzer ringing)

- What up, bro?

- Nigga, it took yo ass long
enough to come see me, nigga.

- I know, bro.

The guys been calling
neighborhoods, bro,

trying to find any
fucking information, bro.

- Well tell me y'all niggas
have found out something.

- We can't find shit.

- What the fuck was
you thinking, Boom?

Leaving her in the club
by her fucking self, dog?

- You think I wanted to?

You know your wife's
stubborn as fuck, bro.

She fuckin' threatened to
fire me if I didn't leave.

- Bet she had that fuckin'

little hoe ass gun
on her too, huh?

Fuck, dog.

I should've been there.

- Don't blame yourself
for this shit, bro.

Anybody thought this
shit happen bro,

I'mma take the rap for it.

Should've never
left her by herself.

- So I get the fuck
up out this bitch

before I drive
myself crazy, dog.

- You know Tiffany tough, bro.

She'll be all right.

(Boom sighing)

What's going on
with your case, bro?

- Shit ain't looking good.

Somehow the motherfuckers

that planted that
badge in my office

to make it look like
I had something to do

with that nigga murder, man.

- Why?

I don't get it, man.

- Thank that bitch
Kyra boyfriend, dog.

That nigga came to the club

threatening to raid that
bitch if I fire her.

- These tender dick ass niggas.

- Yeah well, hopefully my lawyer

can pull a miracle at my
hearing in a couple of weeks.

In the meantime, I just
need you to hold shit down,

keep an eye on the club for me.

- About that.

- [Brick] What the fuck
you mean, about that?

- Your boy Malik called a staff
meeting the other day, man.

I get there, he up
in that bitch bro

straight trippin', brother.

Like he run that bitch.

Talkin' about something,

he got some power of
attorney over you?

- Yeah, I had to give that
nigga my power of attorney.

We got a little business
we got goin' on right now.

- That nigga power trippin',

like he run that bitch for real.

I don't trust that nigga, Brick.

- Yeah, well right now we
ain't got no choice, Boom.

Just keep an eye on that nigga.

- All right, man.

One more thing.

- Goddamn, nigga.

You got more fuckin' bad
news than Channel Seven!

- No, bro.

Word is, man, Yaya
put you and Tiffany

house up for sale the other day.

(Brick chuckling)

- Of course she did.

I'll handle that
bitch when I get out.

I always need another house.

- For sure.
(buzzer ringing)

- Trust me.
- Time's up, Mr. Davis.

- Last thing I gotta worry
about when I get out this bitch

is another crib.

Just hold this shit
down, all right?

- [Boom] You say less, bro.

(ominous instrumental music)

(door slams)

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Danny, how we doing?

- Bad, that's how I
woke up this morning.

- Hang onto that
for me, would you?

- Not a problem.

- What're we looking at?

- African American
female, early thirties.

Right now, cause of
death is unknown.

(Captain groans)

- That definitely looks
like our missing person.

- How can you be so sure from
what's left of the remains?

I mean,

I can barely tell if
it's male or female.

- At this rate of decomposition,
you're gonna have that.

But if you look,

they're wearing the
exact same dress

that was provided
to us by the family.

- [Officer] Okay, and?

- [Captain] Well,
look at the nails.

They're identical.

- Damn.

- [Captain] Definitely looks

like this could
be Tiffany Davis.

- I'll get someone to
notify the next of kin.

- Right.

Get ahold of the ME, get him
out here right away, all right?

I want a full autopsy with
a DNA workup, all right?

- I'm on it.
- Thank you.

Danny, I want the
scene secure, okay?

No media in or out, all right?

I don't want to hear one
word of this on the news,

not even on the teaser.

You understand me?

If I hear it, I'mma come
have a conversation with you.

- Say no more.

(eerie instrumental music)

* I want the wind *

* To carry me *

(people sobbing)

* Far away from here *

* And as I fly *

* I'll take with me *

* Moments left behind *

- We'll now have closing remarks

from Tiffany's sister, Yaya.

(tense instrumental music)

- I would like to thank
you all for coming out

to pay your respects
to my sister.

I know Tiffany would be...

She would...

The fuck you doing here?

- Man listen, Yaya.

Tiffany was my wife.

So no matter what you and
your bougie ass family think,

I deserve to come say my
goodbyes, just like y'all.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, Yaya, whoa.

- Your wife?

Was she your wife when you
was fucking half the city?

- Man, you really gonna do this
shit at your sister funeral?

- Come on now, Yaya.

You know Tiffany would
want him to be here.

- Two minutes.

(somber instrumental music)

* So winds have changed *

* Moving me *

- Promise I'mma find
out who did this to you.

I'll make them niggas
pay, I promise.

(emotional instrumental music)

Thank you.

- No need to thank me.

I did that for my sister.

Trust me, after the hell I'm
about to cause in your life,

the last thing you gonna
wanna do is thank me.

- Let's go, Davis.

(somber instrumental music)

- Brick.

Why you ain't add me
to the visiting list?

I been trying to visit you.

- Ma'am, you need to step
away from the prisoner.

- Visit me for what, anyway?

You the reason
I'm in this bitch.

- What?

What the fuck do I got to
do with why you locked up?

- What about your
cop ass boyfriend?

I know he planted that
badge in my office

to keep me away from you.

- I can't believe you trying
to put all this shit on me

when you the one that was
begging me to fuck with yo ass.

- If it weren't for
me running behind you,

my wife would be
alive right now.

Come on bruh, let's go.

(police radios crackling)

(emotional instrumental music)

- We need to talk, in private.

- Terrance, I'm
tired of talking.

I got too much shit
goin' on, okay?

- Think you really wanna
hear what I gotta say.

Seven P.M. my house.

Oh yeah, that's right.

I got a new place.

I mean, I figured it
was time for change.

There's too many old memories,

but I'mma text you the address.

(gentle instrumental music)

- It's cute.

- You like it?

- Pooh.

So what's up?

- So what's up with you
and that nigga, Brick?

- I only came over
because you said

you had something
important to talk about.

But I think I'mma just go.

- Look, I'm sorry, don't go?

We really do need to talk.

- What's up?

Because I can't stay long.

The bar open back up tomorrow,

and I need to be ready.

- You really going back to
that fucking bar to work?

- How the fuck
else am I supposed

to pay my bills, Terrance?

- Man, fuck that
place and those bills.

Look, this place big
enough for both of us.

You know you can come here.

- I can't do that.
- Wow.

Un-fucking-believable.

So you really do
love this nigga, huh?

- Brick don't got shit to do

with why I'm not moving
back in with you.

Did you forget the reason
I started fucking with him

in the first place was
because you couldn't stop

fucking you baby
mama behind my back?

Don't get quiet now, nigga.

- Look man, I fucked
up, all right?

But I promise you, I'm doing
everything I can to fix it.

- Mm-mm, we can't do this.

- Damn, don't you miss me?

Us?

- Look, it's
getting dark outside

and you know I don't like
driving late at night,

so I'mma just go now.

- Why don't you just
stay here tonight?

I mean, I brought some of
your stuff from the old house.

You're good.

I mean, or you could
just wear my shit.

- Terrance.

- All right, look, I'll just
sleep on the couch tonight

just to let you know
I ain't even on that.

- The couch, Terrance.

And the only reason
I'm agreeing to this

is because I had a long ass
day, and I'm tired as hell.

- So, maybe we can catch
a movie or something-

- Goodnight, Terrance.

(ominous instrumental music)

(sultry instrumental music)

* That's all right with me *

* Fall down like the leaves *

* Said that you don't love
me no more that's on me *

* Yes that's on me *

* Took time to agree *

* We should let it rest *

* Our relationship OD *

(monitors beeping)

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

* Like pills and codeine *

- Now you seen those keys
I put in yo purse earlier.

That mean you moving back in?

- Terrance, don't start.

- Damn, so what we just
did ain't mean shit?

- It was a mistake, I was
just caught in the moment.

- So I'm a mistake now?

- Come on now, you know I
don't mean it like that.

But whether you like it
or not, I'm with Brick.

And you got a lotta shit to
figure out with yo baby mama.

- Brick, bro.

You wasn't just saying that
when you was fucking me, Kyra.

- Fuck you, Terrance.

- You think that nigga love you?

I love you.

That nigga just using
you for a piece of ass

and to do his
dirty work for him.

- Dirty work?

- Yeah, what you
think I ain't know

that you was helping that
nigga sell drugs out his club?

I'm the fucking police, Kyra.

- So let me ask you a question.

Did you set Brick up, Terrance?

- Man, that nigga
set hisself up.

- I see why you can't stop
fucking with yo baby mama.

Y'all are both two miserable,
messy ass motherfuckers.

Y'all deserve each other.

(tense instrumental music)

(buzzer ringing)
(ominous instrumental music)

- Mr. Davis.

- Mr. Neil.
- What's up, man?

- Tell me you got
some good news for me.

- I wouldn't call
it necessarily good.

But it is promising.

- Guess that's better
than nothing, right?

- Yes, sir.

So that badge that was
found in your office

does, in fact, belong
to Officer Marcus.

- Man, I already told
them motherfuckers

I don't know how it got there.

- Course you don't.

I know you not about to have a
badge sitting in your office.

But I did have a third party

perform a DNA fingerprint
test on the badge.

- Okay, and?

- And what they found
is really interesting.

Found several sets of
fingerprints on that badge.

The first set belongs
to Officer Marcus,

which is pretty obvious.

That's his badge, right?

But here's where the
shit gets interesting.

The second set of
fingerprints right here?

Belongs to your boy,

your best friend, Malik.

- Malik?

What the fuck?

- Oh, hold on.

Shit gets deeper.

The last set of
fingerprints right here?

Belongs to your wife, Tiffany.

- Tiffany?

(intense instrumental music)

- The doors of the Dirty
D open up in 30 minutes

and I need all hands on deck.

(intense instrumental music)

- Case of State of
Michigan versus Brick Davis

on the charges of money
laundering, drug trafficking.

- [Officer] So what's up with
this Tiffany Davis murder?

Any new leads?

- Doc, I'm kind of
concerned for his safety.

Especially with him
being the key witness

in such a high profile case.

- I need you to make sure that
nigga Brick stays locked up.

- We got one of your
officers under investigation.

- We got a agreement, and
y'all niggas gonna stick to it.

- Oh no, see what
you not gonna do

is disrespect my daughter
in front of my grandson.

- So lying to him about

who the fuck his father
is ain't disrespectful?

- I don't want you
seeing him, Shea.

- You don't want
me seeing anybody.

- Look at this point, I don't
give a fuck who you deal with,

but I damn sure don't
want you seeing him.

(intense instrumental music)

* People wanna talk
that talk in reality *

* You have not
seen me in action *

* You think the come
up comes overnight *

* You ain't behind the scenes *

* Trust me these scenes
don't just happen *

* No shade to Gerald
but Gs don't come easy *

* When you trying to eat
off producing and rappin' *

* I read that contract
you sent me to sign *

* But excuse me, I
can't help myself *

* I'm just laughing, hey *

* You tried to cut out
a piece of my pie *

* And I asked you politely
what sentence you offer me *

* Yo, I produce
all my own beats *

* And I have no intention
of losing my publishing *

* Yeah, independent individual *

* Boy I been eating
off passive residuals *

* Yeah, let's be professional *

* Thanks for your time *

* But I had to decline
at that principal *

* Ha, I've been scheming
up a plan, hey *

* I've been saving
all I can, hey *

* You can call me David Ramsey *

* The way I handle
these bands, hey *

* We ain't messing with
the old model, oh *

* New era new cue we
full throttle, oh *

* Know that the come
up is not a fluke *

* My amigo said
focus no wonder boo *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* Stackin' stackin' stackin'
puttin' back in it *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* After I get it I reinvest *

* Stackin' stackin' stackin'
puttin' back in it *

* Get it, get it,
get it, get it, *

* Get it, get it, get
it, get it, get it *

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