- You think I'm scared of you? Huh?
I'm from Detroit. Let's go, baby!
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- What are you doing here? - Okay, just wait a second.
- You have less than a second to get out of here.
- Danni, come on. Okay, I'll go.
- Oh, oh, you got a gun?!
Let's go, I'm not scared to die! But let me get some stabs in.
- Danni, just... Danni look, I'm a cop.
- You lying, you ain't no damn cop.
- Yes, I am. - Get the -- out.
- I'm working undercover at the airport.
- What are you talking about?
- Yeah, and you almost blew it for me.
- What the -- are you talking about?
- I am working on sting operation for trafficked kids.
- I don't -- believe you.
- Look, I promise you I'm telling the truth.
That passion is what we need. - This is bullshit.
That girl who was with you, she was scared
and she was shaken. She was crying!
- Look, we rescued her
and we brought her back to her parents.
- No. Back up. No.
- Yes. - No.
- Look and you can't, you can't tell anybody
I'm working undercover, alright?
- Mother --, you just pushed into my apartment. Huh?
What kind of cop does that shit?
- One that has passion about what he's doing.
I'm really trying to help these kids.
I need you to be calm about this.
Keep quiet. You can't tell anybody.
I swear, I'm telling the truth.
- I don't -- believe you.
- Only came here because I wanted to tell you in person.
Alright? If you see me at the airport,
and if you freak out again, you're gonna blow my cover.
- I know bullshit when I see it.
- I know, okay.
But I'm telling you, please don't blow my cover.
- Let me see your badge.
Slow down, mother --.
Hold it up! - I'm holding it up.
- Higher! Shit.
Face me, --!
That came from the dollar store.
- This is legit. What you talking about?
- I got a friend who makes some of them.
- Oh, you do?
Okay, I'd really like to meet him.
- Back up.
That gave me very cop vibes.
He's not a friend, actually, just no one.
- I'm telling you, I'm a cop. Okay?
- Okay.
Do the airport cops know about you, huh?
What do they know? - That's why
they didn't chase me down.
You didn't think that was strange
that no one was after me but you and the damn shoe?
- How's your head?
- Got a knot and stitches, but I'm alright.
- You lying. Shut up.
- Okay, look, I'm fine, but thank you for your help.
- Yeah, you bet.
- So, I'll see you at the airport?
- I'm watching you.
- I'll feel better knowing that you are.
- Okay.
You can go.
- Okay, bye.
- You think I'm scared of you? Huh?
I'm from Detroit. Let's go, baby!
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- What are you doing here? - Okay, just wait a second.
- You have less than a second to get out of here.
- Danni, come on. Okay, I'll go.
- Oh, oh, you got a gun?!
Let's go, I'm not scared to die! But let me get some stabs in.
- Danni, just... Danni look, I'm a cop.
- You lying, you ain't no damn cop.
- Yes, I am. - Get the -- out.
- I'm working undercover at the airport.
- What are you talking about?
- Yeah, and you almost blew it for me.
- What the -- are you talking about?
- I am working on sting operation for trafficked kids.
- I don't -- believe you.
- Look, I promise you I'm telling the truth.
That passion is what we need. - This is bullshit.
That girl who was with you, she was scared
and she was shaken. She was crying!
- Look, we rescued her
and we brought her back to her parents.
- No. Back up. No.
- Yes. - No.
- Look and you can't, you can't tell anybody
I'm working undercover, alright?
- Mother --, you just pushed into my apartment. Huh?
What kind of cop does that shit?
- One that has passion about what he's doing.
I'm really trying to help these kids.
I need you to be calm about this.
Keep quiet. You can't tell anybody.
I swear, I'm telling the truth.
- I don't -- believe you.
- Only came here because I wanted to tell you in person.
Alright? If you see me at the airport,
and if you freak out again, you're gonna blow my cover.
- I know bullshit when I see it.
- I know, okay.
But I'm telling you, please don't blow my cover.
- Let me see your badge.
Slow down, mother --.
Hold it up! - I'm holding it up.
- Higher! Shit.
Face me, --!
That came from the dollar store.
- This is legit. What you talking about?
- I got a friend who makes some of them.
- Oh, you do?
Okay, I'd really like to meet him.
- Back up.
That gave me very cop vibes.
He's not a friend, actually, just no one.
- I'm telling you, I'm a cop. Okay?
- Okay.
Do the airport cops know about you, huh?
What do they know? - That's why
they didn't chase me down.
You didn't think that was strange
that no one was after me but you and the damn shoe?
- How's your head?
- Got a knot and stitches, but I'm alright.
- You lying. Shut up.
- Okay, look, I'm fine, but thank you for your help.
- Yeah, you bet.
- So, I'll see you at the airport?
- I'm watching you.
- I'll feel better knowing that you are.
- Okay.
You can go.
- Okay, bye.
- Hello.
- Hey. Karen wants to talk to us tonight.
- Okay.
- Could you possibly make sure Danni gets here by00?
- You know she is mad at her, right?
- Yeah, I know. - Hmm.
Well, what does she want to talk to us about?
- I don't know. -Okay, sure.
- Okay, make sure Danni gets here.
Okay? - I'll try.
-Thank you.
- Wait, why couldn't you just call her
and ask her yourself?
- You know, if you call her
she'll have a higher probability of coming.
See, if I call her she's gonna curse me out.
- Yeah, you're right.
- Damn Sabrina! You didn't have to agree so fast.
- Okay, okay, I'll make it happen.
-Thank you! - I'll talk to you later.
- See you tonight.
- Good morning.
- Don't talk to me.
- It was Calvin's idea.
- And it was a bad one.
- I'm sorry.
- Yes you are.
- I really am.
- Who cares?
- So, did anything interesting happen last night?
- Oh my God, girl.
We just sat and we taught each other
how to apply mink lashes and did crochet braids.
- Well, that's good right? - Bitch, I'm being sarcastic!
Dummy. - Okay.
- You better leave me alone, wench.
I'm sorry, Maurice.
Hello. - Hey girl.
You know I almost died, right?
- What?! What are you talking about?
- The human trafficker came to my door.
-- What? -- Yeah, the Logan
guy from the airport. - Did you call the police?
- Well, turns out he's the police.
- What? -Guess I was
wrong about him.
Apparently he's undercover, working at the airport.
- Oh wow! How did he get your address?
- He just came, he was just here at my door.
Apparently he just wanted to thank me in person.
- Wow!
- Yeah, so you know, I almost stabbed that ass.
- Danni, really?
- Yeah, that man could be dead right now.
Dead as a doornail.
- Well, damn!
- Yeah, I could have killed him.
- Well, I'm glad you didn't.
-Yeah, I'll say.
- So, I'm gonna see you tonight?
- Girl, what's tonight?
- Andi, she just wants us to come over.
Karen wants to tell us something.
- I am not, I am not.
- Danni, please. - Oh, hell no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I've had enough stress for the day.
That bitch made me angry calling me just to see
Preston go on a date. No, no.
- You are coming! - I'm not going.
I got to go to work, okay? - I don't care if you gotta go.
I'll see you at Andi's tonight, right?
- I'll talk to you later. -At Andi's!
- I will not.
- Andi's, An-An--!
- Hey.
- What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with your eyes, Pam?
You got some lash glue in there? - No, no, no.
- What?
- She's here again.
- What?
Ugh, shit.
- Hi.
- I told you I don't know nothing.
- I know. - So why'd you come back?
- Can you do something for me?
Can I give you something to give to Zac?
- How am I gonna do that, huh?
I don't know where he is. He don't stay with me.
- Did you go see him yesterday? - No, bitch!
- Pam... - Unh-uh!
She don't get to come in here asking all these damn questions.
I don't care if you are the police.
- I am not the police, ladies. - Then who are you?
- I am just someone looking for Zac.
- Well, go on, blood hound.
'Cause she ain't telling you shit, and neither am I.
- Okay.
- Karen. - Hmm?
- Why is she still here? - I don't know.
You heard her.
- Bye, bye. - Bye.
-Yeah.
And listen,
don't come back here again. - I hear you.
- Mmhmm, you better do more than hear me.
- Damn. - Who the hell
does she think she is? - I don't know, I don't.
- We gotta find out what this is about.
I know one thing, I'm not playing with her.
- What are you doing? Pam, what are you doing?
- I'm going to write her license plate number down.
- What are you gonna do with that?
- You know one of my boo's is in law enforcement.
I can handle this.
- You can? - Oh yeah,
I'ma find out who she is.
- Okay, well please do that. - I sure will.
- And let me know. - I will.
You want something to eat? - Yeah, actually I do.
I gotta get these taxes done.
- Now that Zac gave you all that money.
- I want to get a house.
- Well, good for you. - So, yeah.
Gotta finish... - And the baby.
- Pam, don't say that.
- Girl, we closed and ain't nobody in here
but that deaf ass bitch and she been folding towels
for hours.
- You're right.
My apartment is too small, so...
- Well I know a fabulous realtor.
- I'm not there yet, Pam.
I just got to get the taxes done first.
- Okay, well I'll be right back.
- Okay, thank you.
- Bitch, stop folding them towels. You been there a hour.
See, I told you she can't hear shit.
- Pam...
I'll be back. - Okay.
- Phone keeps ringing.
- I know.
- You're not going to answer it?
- No.
- It says, correctional facility.
- It's really amazing that you can be in a relationship
for past weeks with someone that is so suspect
but your eyes can see so clearly to my phone.
How is that so?
- I didn't see anything.
- Yeah, okay.
- So, how was Calvin last night?
- What do you mean?
- Did you see him this morning, before you left or...
- No, I did not, Sabrina.
No.
- Okay.
- What happened? - Nothing.
- I am so sick of y'all, I don't know what to do.
I mean, damn!
- It wasn't me.
This time.
- Girl, what happened?
- I'll just let him tell you.
- I'll give you five minutes and then you'll be telling me
because you can't hold water.
Just like Calvin can't hold them legs closed
if a vibrator's near.
- Stop being so damn vulgar at work!
- What?
Remember that?
- I'm gonna write you up!
You ain't gonna write me up for talking about a vibrator,
you was the one using it.
Hand.
- This is why I don't tell you anything!
- So did your man.
- Mutual use.
- Get back to work.
- Shit.
Why do you keep calling?
- I want to know if you thought about it?
- There is nothing to think about
- Come on.
-Don't call me anymore.
- Look, if you didn't want me to call, you wouldn't answer.
- Do you think I enjoy this?
-I know what you will enjoy.
- Oh my goodness, can you please stop
with the sex stuff? I've had better.
- No you haven't.
-Bitch, who do you think you are?
- Girl, I'm trying to be your man.
- You're trying not to be homeless.
- That too.
- Get off of my phone. I cannot help you.
- You know I'm just going to keep calling you.
- And you know I'm just gonna keep ignoring.
- Fine. But I'ma keep calling.
- Bye!
Goodbye.
My God.
-Hey, Andi. Hey. - Oh, hey girl.
- You look nice. - Oh, thank you.
So do you.
- Let me see that bag. Oh, damn.
- Yes.
- Hold on. How are you?
- I should be asking you that question.
- Why?
- You were freaked out about Hayden last night.
- Yeah, because I thought you killed a man.
- Girl, I wouldn't do that.
- Mm-hmm.
You would have somebody else do it.
- That part... - Okay,
can you not joke about this? - Okay.
- You can't do that, Fatima.
- I know but he just... - I know.
- No Andi, he pushes me too far.
- Fatima, don't do it again.
- I won't.
- Okay, alright.
'Cause if he had really died... Uh-huh.
- Girl, it's fine.
My dudes know what they doing.
- Who are you right now?
- I'm your assistant.
- Try mob boss.
- That too.
I'm just saying. - You know what?
Now I know that if I need somebody beat up,
I know who to call. - And I got you.
- How's Zac?
- He's perfect. Yeah. - Wow. Perfect?
- Perfect, Andi.
Look, I've let all my guards down, and I'm all in.
- Wow, how's that feel?
- It's good, it's good.
- I love it. - Yeah.
- I wish I had that.
- Honestly, we should all have that.
- We should. - Yeah.
We gonna be alright as long as he don't -- up.
- Oh, for his health and well being and sanity,
I hope he doesn't.
- For his sake, I hope he don't either.
- For real.
You know I'm a little crazy.
- Umm.
Oh no.
Okay Fatima, leave him alone.
- Do you see this --? - I do...
- Uh-huh. - It's embarrassing.
- Yeah.
- Fatima, stop it. That's not nice.
- You right, you right, I'm sorry.
- Y'all are foul, for real.
Like, don't say shit to me. For real.
- I'm so sorry.
- Fatima!
- You need some help? - No, I don't need no help.
Don't say shit to me! For real. This shit is not funny.
- It is. - I'm all -- up and shit.
- It's a little funny, a little bit.
- Don't say shit to me, for real.
- Look at him, he's struggling. - No, don't say shit to me,
for real. - Okay,
but we have an understanding.
- Understanding?
No, you ain't seen shit yet.
- Fatima, just take a deep breath.
Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait. - Unh-uh.
- Okay, okay.
- Hayden, you keep escalating this shit
and somebody gonna end up in a body bag.
- Yeah, it's gonna be you.
- Thank you for that threat and this bruise on my face.
- And I heard everything.
- A witness.
- -- both of y'all. For real.
- That's the problem. You wanted to but you can't.
- Yeah, okay. - Mmhmm.
Don't make me post those naked pictures of you
on that hood. - What you say?
Enjoy your day, buddy.
Go on.
- Y'all are foul, both of y'all. - Yeah.
- Okay.
Yeah, that's real funny.
You dropping my strap too, shit.
Now y'all are foul. This shit ain't even funny.
Bring that inside for me please.
- Yeah right. - You play too much.
Hopefully he learned his lesson this time.
- I think he did. - I don't know.
- Fatima, it's not funny. Let's go to work.
Come on.
-It's funny though. - It's not!
-Wait, it is a little funny.
- Hi.
- What?
- Are you okay?
- I don't want to talk to you.
- So you still don't believe me?
- Aren't we role playing? - Yeah, that's what we're doing.
- Yeah, so... - I mean, it's all good.
Nobody's around. - Okay.
- If they see me talking to you,
they'll just think I'm flirting with you.
- Mmmm, mmhmm.
- But, I am flirting with you.
- Get the hell out of here.
- Look, I think you're a beautiful woman Danni.
You should let me take you out.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
- Okay, well no thank you.
- Damn, do you really think I'm that type of guy?
- No, I think you're married.
- Oh no, this? This is a part of the get-up.
- Mmm, yeah.
You can tell that to somebody else.
I got a friend named Andi actually.
- Look, I swear. I'm single.
- Okay.
- Look, I'll take it off. - Please, not on my account.
Don't, don't, you know, ruin your espionage
undercover work. - I won't.
Look, let's start over.
Hi. My name is Logan.
- I already know that.
- I've been in law enforcement for six years now.
I was in the military before that as a Marine.
- Okay.
- Come on. No respect for a vet?
- You'll try anything.
- To get you, yeah I will.
- Well alright, thank you.
But no thanks.
- Okay, well here's my number just in case
you want to call me.
- Yeah, okay.
- I mean, I know this nice restaurant
not too far from here. We could meet after work?
- Oh, thanks yeah, but no thanks.
- Damn! Shot down again.
- But look, I think what you're doing
to help these kids, I really love that.
- Finally, a point. - A point?
Look, what you're doing is really beautiful,
it's important. - Well, you should come
and meet some of them at the place we put them at.
- Really? - Yeah,
we need volunteers all the time.
- Okay, I'm there.
- Good. I can tell you all about it over dinner.
- Oh, fine, fine, fine.
- Thank you! A win.
- Well, I'll let you know when.
- Okay, deal.
- All right, can I get back to work?
- Yeah, yeah.
I'm going back with a smile on my face.
- You're corny. -I'm serious.
- That's corny.
Okay.
- Yes?
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Um look, I just wanted to tell you
that I'm sorry about last night.
- Okay.
- I shouldn't have left you. - No, you shouldn't have.
- I'm sorry, it's just that I was so pissed.
You know. - I know.
- And when, you know, that guy...
- No, I know.
You were just trying to show me that you're a man.
- What?
- You were trying to show me that,
that you can protect me.
- Go on.
- Everything that happened with Jacobi...
Look, I know what you were trying to do
and I understand.
- I see. Hmm.
- I understand. It's just,
you didn't have to do all of that.
- Sabrina, that's not what I was trying to do.
- I'm sorry, what?
- No.
- Okay.
- I was pissed because he disrespected me at the table.
- Yeah. - And if you were there or not,
I still would have reacted the same way.
- Oh.
- And this has nothing, I mean nothing,
to do with Jacobi.
- I only mention it 'cause you said something last night.
- Why?
- You don't remember saying something about it?
- Look, that's neither here nor there.
- Well, actually it kind of is.
'Cause that was embarrassing.
- I know.
I am so sorry.
I was just trying to spend a beautiful evening
with the woman that I love.
- Calvin...
- You do know I love you, right?
- I know that.
- I would do anything for you.
- I know.
But you didn't have to do that, that wasn't for me.
- Can we just let it go, please?
- Okay.
- Can we try again?
- Okay.
- I know that you love that place,
so why don't we just go back.
- Oh no, please.
Let's just go somewhere else. Please.
- Okay, alright.
You pick it and I'll pick you up.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, I'll be driving.
- Really?
I'm not gonna get left again.
- Okay, that's fair enough.
- Okay, I will let you know.
- Alright, I look forward to it.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Girl, look at my hair.
- I see it. What happened?
- He got it wet.
- I told you to be careful.
You're so silly.
- Oh no, you're the silly one.
- What are you doing here?
- He wants to take me out again. And I said my hair is a mess.
He said that you would fix it for me again.
- Oh, he said that? -Yeah.
I told him you were super busy. - I am.
- I should have called, but he insisted we come over.
- Yeah, did he? -Yeah.
- Okay.
- So can you take me?
- Oh, um...
Yeah, I think, I think I can.
- Okay, great.
- Come on.
I need to talk to you. - Yeah.
- Oh, no not you.
Him. - Okay.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, everything's fine. It'll just be a minute.
Have a seat. - I'll be right back.
- Okay.
- Come on.
So...
What are you doing?
- What do you mean?
- What are you doing in bringing Tanya back here?
What are you doing?
- She wanted to get her hair done.
- You want me to call Danni and tell her that you're here?
- Absolutely not.
- Preston.
- I'm serious. Don't call her.
- Okay, alright.
Well go ahead, I'll be out in a second.
Just so you know,
if you're trying to make Danni jealous by using that woman,
it ain't the way.
- That's not what I'm doing.
- Yeah, okay.
- So, don't call her.
- Oh, don't worry. I won't.
- Okay.
- Okay, go ahead.
Ain't finna use me. Unh-uh.
Okay, Zac.
So you're not gonna call me and tell me
about this woman that keeps popping up.
- Hello? - Hi, is Zac there?
- No, he's not.
- Okay. Can you tell him I called?
- May I ask who's calling?
-Karen.
- Oh, okay.
- And this is?
- The person that answered the phone.
- Fatima?
- Yes.
- Oh, okay. Well, tell him I called.
- Okay, I will.
- Is he there?
- No, he's not.
- Hmm, I don't know if I believe you.
- Excuse me?!
- Zac doesn't go anywhere without his phone.
- Well, I'm not sure how he was with you,
but with me he's not on it often.
- Yeah, okay.
- I'll tell him you called.
- Alright, bye.
My God.
- Ugh.
- My own crib.
It's lit in here, boy.
- Yo.
- Hey, I um, I have your phone.
- How, I just answered my phone?
- No, you have my phone.
- Come on! I been told you to get another case!
- I know, I know, I'm sorry.
- It's fine, it's not a big deal.
It's not like you did it on purpose or something.
- I swear I didn't. -Yeah, whatever.
- Zac, I don't even know your password.
- You capping!
You've probably been looking over my shoulder
for weeks now!
- Yeah, okay whatever. Just come get it.
- No, I'm good. You can hold onto it, I don't need it.
- No, you need to come get it now,
'cause your girl just called. -Who?
- Karen. - What?
- Yeah, and I answered.
- Fatima... - What?
I didn't know who it was.
- You tripping, yo!
- I swear, I'm not.
- What did she want?
- She said that she need to talk to you.
- Well, I don't need to talk to her so it's whatever.
- Are you sure? - Trust me, I'm positive.
- Well, it sounded important.
- It's always important with Karen.
- Look Zac, just come get your phone. I gotta go.
Andi just walked in. - I'm good, I don't need it.
Just go ahead, I'll be fine.
- But you don't have a phone.
- I could use your phone.
- But you can't use it.
- I could if you would just give me your password.
- Um, it's
T-I-M-A-8-9-8.
- Alright.
- Now give me yours.
We not doing that. - I didn't think so.
Come get your phone. - Alright, bet, bet.
- Bye.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- What?
- 1-0-4-5.
- Bullshit.
-Go ahead, try it.
- Okay.
It worked. -Exactly.
- Okay, well I'll have it right here if you need it.
- Alright, go ahead. You got it, I don't need it.
- Okay. Bye.
-Alright, I'll see you later.
-Fatima, don't be going through my phone!
- Ain't nobody going through your phone, boy.
-Alright.
- Who the hell is Angie?
- I know she going through my phone!
This is dope, man, she gave me her password.
Ooh!
Fake password!
Ooh, it be your own people!
Okay, okay.
Fake password, huh?
That's why I got two phones, see?
That's why I gotta keep a backup.
These woman be... Ooh, these women be wild.
- Mmm.
That was the last one.
- Shit, I know. - Lock the door.
- What do you think I'm doing?
-Hey, hey! - We're closed.
- Come on, I just need some cash for tonight.
Please. - Let him in.
- Where you going tonight?
- I'm going out.
- Oh, unh-uh!
You ain't working tonight.
- No, I'm going to a party,
okay? - Party.
What you need cash for, for a party?
- So that I can party, Maurice!
- Oh, got it. Drugs. Come on.
- Thank you. - You're not welcome.
Don't ever touch me.
- Sorry. Sabrina! - Hi, Chris.
- Hi. Wow, love that dress.
- Thank you.
-Child, don't lie to her.
- I hear you.
- I want you to so that you may change it, quilt.
Okay, so fill this out and give me your ID.
- You know me, Maurice, just...
- I know, whiteman, but it's company policy.
- Fine...
ID. - Mmhmm. Ew.
- So, I hear that Que might be getting out.
- Okay.
- They say he's making some kind of deal.
- Uh, yeah, yeah.
Alright.
- I mean he could be out like really soon.
- Okay!
Alright.
- Can't believe you were trying to help him.
- I was not trying to help him.
- Don't fall for him.
- What do you think I am?
- I know how desperate you get for a piece.
Mmhmm.
- Hey Christopher, remember that door
I allowed you to entrance?
I can lock your ass out.
- Just saying. Sorry.
Just want my money.
-Bitch, just take the money and go.
- Okay, fine, thank you.
Bye, Sabrina. - Bye, honey.
- Bye, Maurice. - Girl, please!
Broke ass only got $400.
Broke bitch!
- Maurice, that's confidential information.
- So?
- Don't think I didn't hear y'all.
- I know you did.
- Are you seeing Que?
- Of course not.
- Are you sure?
- Who do you think you are, girl, my mama?
- No, I'm your friend.
- Well, friend your ass and check me out.
- You still have the balance.
- Already done.
- He literally just walked out,
there's no way that you can be done that...
Well okay. - Thank you.
Can I go now?
I wanna go home and have me a drink.
I'm so stressed out.
- Yes, you can go.
Drink responsibly.
- Bye.
- Mmhmm
Mmhmm.
Have a good night. - I will!
- Without Que. - Without you.
-Alright, okay.
We'll get you under the dryer and you'll be all set.
Pam, can you take her over? - Sure.
-- You enjoy, Tanya. -- Thank you.
- Girl, you better have your white cowboy
waiting for you. - Pam...
-I'm thinking about trying a white boy myself.
-You need to.
- Hi. - Hey.
-Hey.
- I bought you lunch.
- You better run me my refund,
'cause I already bought food.
-I'm sorry.
- It's okay, Aaron. - Yes, it's fine. Thank you.
It's really sweet of you.
- It sure is.
- Pam... - See?
That's why I keeps my mouth shut.
-Thank you.
- How's your day going?
- Good.
Yeah, just a little tired, you know.
- You've been busy.
- Yeah, finally.
- That's good. Making good money, right?
- I am. I am.
- Come on.
- Where are we going? - In your office.
I want to rub your feet.
-Damn. - Pam...
- What I wouldn't do for a -- to rub these feet.
- Do some work.
- What does it look like I'm doing?
- Nothing.
- You might wanna run past that pedicure chair
before you do that!
Lord knows she ain't done it in a while.
Well, what the hell are y'all looking at?
Y'all know them feet is jacked up.
She lazy! And Herma,
we sure ain't finna start on your feet.
And Deron, we sure as hell ain't finna start
on your feet.
Looking like orangutans.
- You're really doing this? - I am, I'm doing this.
- Okay. - Come on.
- So, you got a foot fetish or something?
'Cause this is about the third time you done
took my feet out.
- No. I just appreciate feet.
You know, I just know they carry your life,
your soul, your heart.
Yeah, it's important to take care of them.
- You studied that?
- No.
- You could have fooled me.
Hmm, that feels so good.
Oooh! - That's the point.
- To make it so good that I can't resist?
- Something like that.
- I should have known that was your plan.
- Is it working?
- It feels great.
- Good.
- Yeah.
So, tell me, why are you so sweet?
- I'm not sweet.
- I think you are.
- Well I appreciate that.
But I definitely have my limits.
- I'm waiting to see them.
- Why is that so important to you?
- What?
- Seeing me at my worst.
- I mean, I think it's important to see people
on all their sides.
- That's true.
- Plus, I mean, you've seen me at my worst.
- Mmm, I don't know about that.
- Are you kidding me?!
All this drama.
- I think you've actually seen me at my worst.
Remember? Drunk and out of control.
Yeah. - Yeah.
Nothing shocks or upsets you though.
- That's not completely true.
Although I do just like to go with it.
I mean, life is what you make it, right?
- Yeah.
I'm pregnant.
- Mmm.
That was the last one.
- Shit, I know. - Lock the door.
- What do you think I'm doing?
-Hey, hey! - We're closed.
- Come on, I just need some cash for tonight.
Please. - Let him in.
- Where you going tonight?
- I'm going out.
- Oh, unh-uh!
You ain't working tonight.
- No, I'm going to a party,
okay? - Party.
What you need cash for, for a party?
- So that I can party, Maurice!
- Oh, got it. Drugs. Come on.
- Thank you. - You're not welcome.
Don't ever touch me.
- Sorry. Sabrina! - Hi, Chris.
- Hi. Wow, love that dress.
- Thank you.
-Child, don't lie to her.
- I hear you.
- I want you to so that you may change it, quilt.
Okay, so fill this out and give me your ID.
- You know me, Maurice, just...
- I know, whiteman, but it's company policy.
- Fine...
ID. - Mmhmm. Ew.
- So, I hear that Que might be getting out.
- Okay.
- They say he's making some kind of deal.
- Uh, yeah, yeah.
Alright.
- I mean he could be out like really soon.
- Okay!
Alright.
- Can't believe you were trying to help him.
- I was not trying to help him.
- Don't fall for him.
- What do you think I am?
- I know how desperate you get for a piece.
Mmhmm.
- Hey Christopher, remember that door
I allowed you to entrance?
I can lock your ass out.
- Just saying. Sorry.
Just want my money.
-Bitch, just take the money and go.
- Okay, fine, thank you.
Bye, Sabrina. - Bye, honey.
- Bye, Maurice. - Girl, please!
Broke ass only got $400.
Broke bitch!
- Maurice, that's confidential information.
- So?
- Don't think I didn't hear y'all.
- I know you did.
- Are you seeing Que?
- Of course not.
- Are you sure?
- Who do you think you are, girl, my mama?
- No, I'm your friend.
- Well, friend your ass and check me out.
- You still have the balance.
- Already done.
- He literally just walked out,
there's no way that you can be done that...
Well okay. - Thank you.
Can I go now?
I wanna go home and have me a drink.
I'm so stressed out.
- Yes, you can go.
Drink responsibly.
- Bye.
- Mmhmm
Mmhmm.
Have a good night. - I will!
- Without Que. - Without you.
-Alright, okay.
We'll get you under the dryer and you'll be all set.
Pam, can you take her over? - Sure.
-- You enjoy, Tanya. -- Thank you.
- Girl, you better have your white cowboy
waiting for you. - Pam...
-I'm thinking about trying a white boy myself.
-You need to.
- Hi. - Hey.
-Hey.
- I bought you lunch.
- You better run me my refund,
'cause I already bought food.
-I'm sorry.
- It's okay, Aaron. - Yes, it's fine. Thank you.
It's really sweet of you.
- It sure is.
- Pam... - See?
That's why I keeps my mouth shut.
-Thank you.
- How's your day going?
- Good.
Yeah, just a little tired, you know.
- You've been busy.
- Yeah, finally.
- That's good. Making good money, right?
- I am. I am.
- Come on.
- Where are we going? - In your office.
I want to rub your feet.
-Damn. - Pam...
- What I wouldn't do for a -- to rub these feet.
- Do some work.
- What does it look like I'm doing?
- Nothing.
- You might wanna run past that pedicure chair
before you do that!
Lord knows she ain't done it in a while.
Well, what the hell are y'all looking at?
Y'all know them feet is jacked up.
She lazy! And Herma,
we sure ain't finna start on your feet.
And Deron, we sure as hell ain't finna start
on your feet.
Looking like orangutans.
- You're really doing this? - I am, I'm doing this.
- Okay. - Come on.
- So, you got a foot fetish or something?
'Cause this is about the third time you done
took my feet out.
- No. I just appreciate feet.
You know, I just know they carry your life,
your soul, your heart.
Yeah, it's important to take care of them.
- You studied that?
- No.
- You could have fooled me.
Hmm, that feels so good.
Oooh! - That's the point.
- To make it so good that I can't resist?
- Something like that.
- I should have known that was your plan.
- Is it working?
- It feels great.
- Good.
- Yeah.
So, tell me, why are you so sweet?
- I'm not sweet.
- I think you are.
- Well I appreciate that.
But I definitely have my limits.
- I'm waiting to see them.
- Why is that so important to you?
- What?
- Seeing me at my worst.
- I mean, I think it's important to see people
on all their sides.
- That's true.
- Plus, I mean, you've seen me at my worst.
- Mmm, I don't know about that.
- Are you kidding me?!
All this drama.
- I think you've actually seen me at my worst.
Remember? Drunk and out of control.
Yeah. - Yeah.
Nothing shocks or upsets you though.
- That's not completely true.
Although I do just like to go with it.
I mean, life is what you make it, right?
- Yeah.
I'm pregnant.