- I love this white. It's so pretty.
- Thank you.
You have something on your sleeve right there.
-Previously on "Sistas"...
- A friend of mine is in town,
and I think you guys would hit if off.
- Have him to come over to my home.
- Who is this? - A friend of mine.
- What the hell is going on?
- How can I help you? - Does Zachary Taylor
live with you? - I'm sorry, what is this about?
- It's a legal matter. - Is he in some kind of trouble?
- Can you tell me where he is?
- No, I can't. He don't live with me.
Did you do something illegal to get all this?
- No, I didn't. - You're probably lying anyway.
- Whatever, Karen.
- Why don't you come to London with me?
- London? - We can present the settlement
to the client. - Next time.
- Okay, as long there'll be a next time.
- There will be a next time.
- Somebody is finally calling you out on your shit,
and you can't handle it. - Don't call me again.
- What's going on? -What's going on?
- Hayden. He's been found dead in the parking lot.
- What?
- Yeah, he's dead. -What the hell?
Okay, thank you.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Are you sure? - No, I'm-- I'm good.
- Fatima, if there's anything I can do, I know--
- No, I'll-- I'll call you.
- Where are you going? - I'll call you later.
- Fatima, I don't think you should leave right now.
- Andi, I will call you later. - Come here!
Sit down, now. - What?
- Sit down.
- What's going on? What?
- Tell me what happened.
- Andi, I don't know what you're talking about.
- If you don't tell me, I can't help you.
- Andi.
- Did you have anything to do with this, Fatima?
- With Hayden? No!
- Are you sure? - No, I didn't!
- Then why, when she said that man was dead,
you didn't look shocked, hmm?
- Yeah?
Well, I guess I need to work on my shocked face.
- What? Fatima!
- I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
But you know, I couldn't stand that mother--.
- Fatima, I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Did you have anything to do with this?
- I didn't do anything.
- Are you sure?
- Andi, why don't you believe me?
- Because I know he was messing with you, that's why.
- Yeah, well,
apparently he was messing with someone else, too,
so I guess they got even with his ass.
- I don't like this. - It's fine.
- Wait, did Zac have something to do with this?
- Come on! - No, you said that
Zac is pissed at him. You told me that.
- Yeah, but he wouldn't do that.
- And Zac has a temper. Yes, he would.
Yes, he would!
- Well, no, but he would not do that.
- Fatima, you just met that man. You don't know what he would do.
- I know Zac, okay?
- Fine.
So Hayden's just dead?
- I know, right?
- This isn't making any sense.
- What?
- Is there some way that you may have been involved?
- Andi, I don't know.
I don't.
But if somebody paid his ass a visit,
what that gotta do with me, hmm? Tell me.
- I will tell you what that got to do with you.
If you hired that someone that paid him a visit
and beat him to death, you could be charged.
- It's all good, all right? I gotta go.
- Fatima, I don't think you should leave right now.
- Look, Andi, it's all good.
Can I please go?
Thank you.
-Yo, this is Zac. Leave a message.
- Zac, I need to talk to you right away.
Call me back.
- Yo. - It's Andi.
-What's up? - I need to talk to you.
- I don't feel like talking about Karen.
- This has nothing to do with Karen, okay?
- Well, is Fatima all right?
- No, I don't think she is.
- Did that mother-- do something to her?
- Who are you talking about, Zac?
- Hayden's bitch ass.
- No, he didn't do anything to her.
- He better not, 'cause I'll kill that mother--.
- Wait, I would not say that right now.
- What you mean?
- Hayden's dead.
- What?
- Someone killed him in the parking lot.
- You serious?
You-- You're --.
- No.
And that's all I can say over the phone, okay?
- Aight.
Damn!
- Where are you?
- I'm at my house.
- Okay, send me the address. - Okay, I got it.
I got you. - And check on Fatima.
- All right, I'ma call her right now.
- You should. Just do what I tell you to do.
- I will. I got you.
- Tell her to come home now.
Don't say anything over the phone, okay?
- Wait, you think that I had--
- Don't say too much over the phone, okay?
I'm on my way. - Aight.
What the --?
-Okay, you are almost done.
- All right.
- Just gotta sit under the dryer for a few minutes, okay?
I'll be with y'all ladies in just a minute, all right?
- Okay, you are busy in here!
- Oh, yeah, I know.
- Thank you for squeezing me in. - Oh, of course.
I'm just, you know, glad y'all came back.
- I'm sorry, girl. - No, it's fine.
- How are you doing?
- I'm good, yeah.
- Oh, good, I'm glad to hear that.
- Why you even here on a Wednesday, though?
- I met this guy and he asked me out.
- Oh, okay, then!
- Yeah, but I'm not sure.
- Why you say that? - He's a white boy.
- Don't knock it 'til you try it.
- He is cute as shit, though. - See, well, you have it.
- And country as hell.
- Country? - Yeah,
I met him at a gas station. I like him.
- Okay.
- Yeah, I told him to pick me up from here,
so how long you think it's gonna be until we're done?
- 30 minutes, tops.
- Okay, well, I'm gonna text him and have him come by.
- Oh, okay.
- I don't want him to know where I live. I just met him.
- That's very smart. - Mm-hmm.
- So, um, what's his name?
- Girl, I can't even remember. - Oh no?
- He told me and I'm just scared to ask him again.
- Oh, no!
- So when he comes, can you ask him for me?
That way I can remember.
- Oh, yeah, I could definitely do that. Absolutely.
Come on now, let's get you up. - Okay, all right, thank you.
- Come on. Jay will take care of you.
- Okay. - Put her under the dryer.
- Now that's what I like to see. - What?
- How busy it is in here, 'cause my check will clear.
- Your check always clears, Pam.
- Now that you got Zac's money.
- Okay, can you tend to the phones?
- Oh, I will, but you can thank me.
- What are you talking about?
- For all that I did.
- All you do is be a mess, Pam, okay?
- Somebody dropped a dime on your boy
at the Board of Health, so he had to shut down.
- What?
- That's why all your clients are back.
- You did that? - Girl, I would never.
He was way too cheap.
- Okay, I'm done with you now. - I'm just saying.
- Just say it on the phone, okay?
You know, speaking of that, I need to call somebody.
- Karen's Hair Mastery. How can I help you?
- You got any plans tonight?
- You ain't Slick Rick.
- What do you mean?
- I know Calvin is up to something.
- Is he?
- Who is this man he tryin' to hook me up with?
- You'll just have to wait and see.
- Mmm, so you know about him.
- Mm-hmm.
- Who is he?
- Just an old friend. - Hmm, I see.
- What? - This shit is shady as hell.
- No, it's not. You're gonna have fun.
- Mm-hmm.
We'll see. - Yes, we will.
- Who's that?
- There's a customer waiting.
- Where? - Right there, ho!
- Don't talk to me like that.
- Hello?
-Hey. - Hey, who is this?
- It's Que. Thanks for answering.
- You just called me.
- Yeah, I know.
- And I have a job.
- One that I tried to rob. - Yes, you did.
What do you want?
- I signed a plea deal.
- Okay, good for you.
- They're letting me out. - What?
- Yeah, all I gotta do is show up in court.
- Well, that was fast. You didn't spend any time in there.
- I turned on them.
- Well, whatever is best.
- No, man, you don't understand.
They're gonna kill me.
- Why did you do that?
- They offered it to me, so I flipped.
- Oh, well, I'm sorry.
- What do you mean? You're sorry I'm getting out?
- No, I'm sorry that you got yourself into this situation.
- Yes, I did, but ain't you glad I'm coming out?
- No! You committed a crime.
- Then I'm sorry.
- Okay, well, oh, good for you.
- I got one problem, though.
- You got more than one problem, Que.
- They told me I had to have a place to stay.
- Oh, well, that is a problem.
- I will be monitored, so I gave them your address.
- You did what? Nuh-uh. Get get my address.
Tell them you have the wrong street, avenue, whatever.
Just take my shit off of there!
- Come on, you're gonna do this to me?
- After all that you've done to me?
- Come on, please.
- Que, you making me sweat.
Bitch, get off my phone. - Come on, I-- Look.
I promise I'll make it up to you every single night.
- You are not staying with me!
- Think about it. - Yes, I will.
- Please? - I thought about it,
and the answer is -- no! - Maurice--
- Good night, good bye, I have to go, I'm at work, bye.
- Hello?
- Hey. -Hey.
I've been calling you.
- Oh, I haven't seen any missed calls.
- Okay, well, I've been calling.
- Well, I got my eye on somebody here at work.
- Is he cute?
- Girl, I'm about to bust a crime.
- Wait, what?
- Don't worry about it.
- Okay, but are you okay?
- Yeah, Karen, what's up?
- Oh, okay, well, how are you?
- Splendid. Karen.
- What you doing? - I just told you, I'm at work.
- Oh, that's right. What time you get off?
- In a little while. - Can you come to my salon?
- Why? - Danni.
- Karen, I can't pay you back this week.
- Look, I have a client who is, um, going on a date.
- Okay?
- She said it's with this country boy.
- Why would you think I want to see that, Karen?
- I think you'd want to know.
- No, I think yo' ass is being messy.
- No, I'm not. - Don't do that, Karen.
Don't, don't. - What am I doing?
- Well, yo' ass is mad at Zac,
so you want the whole world miserable with you.
- I don't know what you mean.
- Well, Karen, thanks, but I'm not like you.
I don't tell a man to leave when I really mean stay, so.
- Okay, Danni, I thought I was helping you.
- Call me with this bullshit.
- Okay, I gotta go.
- Yeah, okay.
- Bye. - All right, bye.
- Damn.
- Hi. - Hey, where are you?
- I am leaving work.
- Where you going? - Home.
- Okay, well, I need to talk to you.
- Um, okay.
- Can you stop by the salon?
- Yeah, I have to drop something off really quick,
and then I'll be on my way.
- Okay.
Is everything okay?
- Nothing, I just need to talk to my friend.
- Okay.
- Danni just pissed me off.
- Oh, what she do? - I told her that
her country boy was going out with one of my clients,
and she just bugged out on me. - What?
- Yeah, it was crazy. - Okay.
- Why you say it like that?
- I don't think you should've done that.
- We do that for each other. - Yeah, but, Karen,
you know their situation is a bit complicated.
- Yeah, I know.
- Well, I wouldn't have done that.
- Okay, well, I will call her and apologize for doing
what she does to me all the time.
- Karen!
- Okay, just stop by, okay?
- Okay. - Better yet,
I'll come to your place. - That's even better.
- Okay, bye.
- Thank you.
Welcome.
Thank you. Oh, hey, hey.
-Nice meeting you. - No, no, sir, no.
-What? - No.
- What the hell you talking about?
- You are not taking her out of here.
- Sorry, what the hell are you talking about? Is it--
- The police are on their way. Hey, listen, it's okay.
- What's your name?
- Don't worry about all that.
It's okay, baby, come here. It's okay. No, no, no.
- You got-- You got this all wrong.
- No, no, I don't have nothing wrong.
You mother-- have this wrong. You out here trafficking people?
- Whoa, whoa, what the hell you talking about?
- Uh-uh, come here, please, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
- Danni, you need to let her go.
- Oh, I don't need to do shit. - Danni, listen--
- There he is! - What's goin' on?
- He been sitting here all day.
This girl come crying off the plane, and he come and grab her.
No. - Officer, she got it all wrong.
-Sir. - I don't have shit wrong.
- Stop! - Do something! How are--
- Hey!
Danni! - What?
- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine, thank you.
- I was talking about him. - Why you worried about his ass?
- Come on. - Why you worried about him?
Yeah, take his ass away.
- This girl.
- Shit.
- Hey. - Hey.
- You want a drink?
- No, I need to take my hair down.
- What? - Yes, you said you were
bringing someone here to meet me, right?
- Yes, I did.
- Okay, well, who is this man?
- Just a friend of mine.
- Well, let me take off these flats, then.
- Trust me, Maurice, he's not gonna care anything about that.
- Well, I care.
- All right, fine.
- Who is this man?
- Just somebody that I know, all right?
- Why you doing this?
- Doing what? - Trying to hook a bitch up.
- Look, I know you were depressed
about losing your robber Bae. - Ugh, no, I was not.
- Yes, you were. I know you.
- Who do you think you are, my mother?
- No, I'm your friend, and so is Sabrina.
We're worried about you. - I'm good.
- All right, if you say so.
Now go on back there and get yourself together.
- I don't look good enough?
- Hey, you the one talking about your hair
and your shoes and whatever.
- Well, to think about it, if he's any friend of yours,
he probably ain't shit.
- Yeah, all right.
Now I'll ask you again.
You want the drink?
- Do I need one?
- Probably need about two or three.
- Calvin, who is this man? Give me his social media.
- Look, just relax, all right?
- Whatever. I know you doing some shady shit.
- No, I'm not. Just drink up.
- How my hair look?
- Zac?
Zac?
-Yo.
- Hey.
- I gotta talk to you. - Oh, I need to talk to you too.
- How was your day?
- Not good.
- Mm-hmm.
You wanna tell me?
- No, it's okay.
- Fatima.
- What?
- Andi called me.
- Really?
They've made a lot of progress on this place, damn.
- Fatima.
What did you do?
Look, let me tell you what I know about the law.
- Oh, all right. - Yeah.
The less you know, the better.
- You killed him? - What? No!
- So then what the hell happened?
- Zac, I don't know.
- What you mean, you don't know?
Andi said he dead.
- Really?
- Fatima!
- You hungry? Let's go get some takeout. I'm hungry.
Come on. - Ain't nobody hungry!
Don't, don't touch my hand right now.
- Can you just calm down? - I'm calm!
- This is calm? Didn't you do a bid?
- I-- I can't believe this.
- Me as well. - I can't believe this.
- Believe it.
- Don't you knock? - A man is dead
and I'm trying to figure out what you did.
- Me? I didn't do nothing. - I told her that.
- Then how did he die? - I don't know!
Why you asking me questions for? - Don't look at me.
- Both of y'all going to jail. That's what's gonna happen.
- No face, no case.
- Do you think this shit is funny, Fatima?
- Look, it's okay. - No, it's not okay!
A man is dead, you both were pissed at him.
That means you are, what? Suspects!
- Woo! - I liked Hayden.
- God is good! - I liked him.
- Are you both saying this to me right now?
- Yep. And I ain't got nothing else to say.
- Thank God. - Okay, I can fix this.
Okay, I know a criminal attorney.
We can meet with her. Just tell me what happened,
and I can fix this. I can do this.
- Andi, we don't need it.
- Yes, you do.
- We didn't do anything.
- There you go.
- Yes, you did. You look guilty as hell.
- Okay. - How I'ma look guilty?
I'm happy!
- Fatima, when they find the camera footage from the garage--
- Andi. - Your ass is grass.
- There's no cameras by his car,
and how many times we done been over this?
All right, as I said, no face, no case, we good!
- And, yeah, yeah, you know... - We good.
- Are we good, though? Do we know that
there's no cameras? - She doesn't know that.
You wanna know why?
Because after all the stuff we went through in the garage,
I put in a request to have cameras installed.
- And you didn't think to tell me that?
- I'm sorry. - Damn.
- All right, fine, fine. - Now you are a criminal.
- Look, no, this is, this is what happened.
She aint have nothing to do with it.
I just went up there to talk to him, right?
He started with me first. He swung, I dipped, bop, bop.
It was self-defense, though. I can't help that he can't fight.
- Zac. - He's a terrible liar.
- What? That's what happened!
- Zac, stop. - What you mean, stop?
I'm telling her what happened. Remember?
- No, he's not dead!
- What? - What?
- Yes, I called the hospital earlier, and he's still alive.
-- like a damn cockroach. Can't never get his ass.
- What?
- Yes, look, he wouldn't leave me alone, okay?
- Now that's true.
- Yeah, so, I got in his car, I put my brass knuckles on,
and I popped his ass in the mouth,
and then I was like, a little quick two-piece.
Mm-hmm. - No, don't play like that! No.
- No, look, for real, but then he hit me.
- What? - What?
- Yeah.
Look.
- Oh. - It is a little swollen.
- Yeah, you can't really see it because I put makeup over it.
- So, wait, so... This -- hit you in the face?
- Yes, but-- - Ain't no buts.
If he not dead, he gonna be dead when I get to the hospital.
- No, you can't say that. - Zac.
- Don't.
- I wanted him to. - Fine.
- What? - What?
- Yeah.
'Cause by tomorrow,
I knew this bruise would be really bad.
Yep. - Who are you, my god?
- So-- oh, it gets better.
I had my boys park in a van next to his car,
and they beat his ass just enough to put him to sleep.
- I love you! I knew I loved you!
- Oh, baby, it gets better!
-There's more to that? - Yes!
Then they put him on the hood of his car naked!
I can't make this shit up! - But he ain't dead,
though, right? - No.
-So he not, oh, so we good then?
- We're good, yeah! -- none of this.
- Why you tripping?
You here tripping. You got the shoulder pads on high.
Coming in here with the lawyer talk. He's alive! Who cares?
- He's good. - Um...
- We good. - That's still illegal.
Everything you just said is very much against the law!
- Girl, come on, come on.
Let me show you the house, let me show you the upstairs.
Yes, it's nice, look! It's nice. I know he did great.
Mm-hmm. - Um...
- Come on, baby, she playing herself.
- No, um, no, thank you. - Girl, it's like 99% done.
I just wanna go see it. Come on. - Um, no, no, I'm good I'm good.
Um, I'm gonna go now. Are you safe? Do you--
- I'm-- I'm-- I found the love of my life.
This woman right here? Yes, yes. She the one.
- Oh, right. - She the one.
- The perfect match. - Yeah, isn't it?
- He good, we good. - She the one.
You ain't gotta worry about me no more.
- Um, you have your phone. - Yeah, so?
- Call 911 if there's a-- - I would not be calling
the number. - I am 911.
- She's 911. Why would I call 911?
I've been arrested 12 times, you know?
- Right. - I ain't calling them.
The place I'm not calling is 911.
- You right.
- All right? - Stay safe.
- Yes. - I'm gonna go get safe.
- Go ahead, you all right? - A safe place.
- You look nervous. Don't be nervous.
- I'm a little bit nervous. - Don't be nervous!
If you need anything, call us! - Thanks for telling me
what happened! - We'll take care of it.
- Come over anytime, Andi. - Um...
- Bye, girl. - Bye.
- Gimme three, gimme three! Ugh, ugh, ugh!
That's what that -- get! - Yes!
- Messin' wit you! - Exactly!
- Listen to me! - That's what you said.
- Come on!
- What the hell?
Who the hell is in my parking spot?
What the--
I'll write a note.
Teach you to park in my spot.
Write you a note.
Where is-- - Please don't do that.
- What are you doing here?
- You won't talk to me.
- And I still won't.
- Okay, um...
- Is this your car? - Andi.
- Move it out of my spot now.
- Oh, will you just hear me out?
- You have been so rude to me.
I don't want to hear shit you have to say.
- Okay, please. Andi, let me just--
- No. I am tired.
I'm tired of you, I'm tired of your shit,
so move your car and whatever bags that you got
for whatever bitch and get it out of here.
- Andi, look, you think I would come here
with a bunch of bags and park in your spot
for another girl?
- Gary, I don't know what you would do.
The last time you came with some crazy therapist.
- I know, I know. That was, that was--
- In my house! - I know, it was stupid.
- Yeah. - Okay, and I am sorry.
I am sorry for that. I really am.
- Gary?
Move your car before I ram my car into it, now.
- Well, that'd be a problem for you?
- Are you threatening me? - I'm not threatening you.
It's yours.
- What?
- I bought it for you, and all those bags inside.
- Gary... - Look, I, I--
I am trying everything I can to say that I'm sorry.
- You can say it a thousand times. It's not gonna work.
- But don't you wanna, you know, hop in the car?
Take it for a drive, at least? - Move it.
- You move it.
- Gary. - Oh, the keys are inside.
Actually, no, I, I have the keys.
I am not getting into that car.
- I mean, well, you can't tow it,
'cause that's gonna be expensive, so.
- Yeah, I am, I'm gonna tow it.
- No, you're not, look, don't do that, okay?
Listen, it's a $500,000 car in your name,
and all of those bags inside, in the back,
they're all from your favorite designers.
- What are you trying to do?
- Look, I'm trying to get another chance.
- No, you're trying to buy me.
- Look, I'm not trying to buy you.
- Good.
'Cause if you think a $500,000 car
and $10,000 worth of clothes is gonna do it, it's not.
- Oh, there's also a million dollars'
worth of jewelry, bags, and clothes in the back as well.
Birkins, plus Louboutins.
- Um, is that supposed to excite me?
- I mean, it's the designers you like, right?
- I also like Black designers.
- They're all there too.
- It's not gonna work.
It's not enough to take you back.
- Okay, well, then I'll earn you back.
- You can't do that. It's too late.
- So, what? The two of you will--
- You don't get to ask me questions.
- Okay. - So...
Please move your car.
- I can't do that.
I'll leave.
You keep the car. - Gary.
- I'm gonna earn you back. - No, you won't! Take this!
- I don't care what it takes, and this ain't all I've got.
All right, I've got a lot more.
- Do you think that I care about designers?
I don't care about that!
- I'm gonna earn you back. - No, you won't!
What the --? This is crazy.
- What the hell?
- Hey.
- What is this?
- It's a Rolls Royce.
- I see that.
- Gary bought it for me.
- What? - Yeah.
- Are you kidding me?
- I told him to take it. He won't.
- Are you kidding me? - No, I'm not.
He bought me a car, and--
- Andi.
- I told him to take it.
- What's that in the back, though?
- A million dollars' worth of jewelry and designer clothes.
- And he thinks you gonna fall for this shit?
- Yeah, he does.
- Are you gonna fall for this shit?
- No. - Mm-hmm.
- I'm not gonna take him back.
- Okay, is the car in your name? - Yeah.
- Okay. It's just a car, okay?
- I don't care! - Keep it, sell it.
Keep the money for all the shit he put you through.
- I don't want any of this.
- Okay, well, look, Andi, I'm heading over to you
as soon as I'm done here, okay?
- Hurry up.
- All right, bye.
- I'm so glad I kept my clothes on.
- Trust me, you are gonna love him. I promise.
- I wasn't gonna waste my good gown
for one of your bitches.
- Would you just relax? It's gonna be fine, all right?
- It's that lace.
- There he is!
- This better not be no --.
- It's not! Just relax!
-Hi! - Hi!
-Oh my god, it's good to see you.
- Thank you so much for inviting me.
-Oh, sir. - Ooh, take my coat?
-- I got you, I got you. -- Thank you, honey.
Here we go.
-Laz, this is my roommate
I was telling you about. Maurice, this is my friend Laz.
- He has told me so much about you.
- Has he? - Yes.
- Leslie. - It's Laz.
- Whatever, girl. Did he tell you that I liked --?
- Maurice! - What, girl?
Maurice, he loves to clown.
- I do. Calvin. - This is him.
- Sorry, miss ma'am. What pronoun do you prefer?
- I prefer whatever, whenever.
Listen, um, what are we supposed to do?
- Um, I'm sorry? - Hmm, Calvin?
- Mm-hmm?
- How long have you been living with me?
- A couple weeks. - Past weeks, yeah.
Um, have you not seen my Rolo--?
- Yes. Yes, I have.
- And who does she look like in there?
- Maurice. - What?
- You're always with those kinds of guys.
I figured that you should try a nice guy.
- Mm-mm.
- Maurice, you need to stop being so down
on your own community. - Dear,
I am not down on my community. I know what I like.
She knows what they like.
It's not each other.
What do you want us to do, bump cats?
- Maurice!
Stop it!
- No, I'm sorry, Linda. - It's Laz.
- Sure, girl, listen, um...
Did Calvin tell you, you were coming here to meet me?
- He did.
- And why did he say you were coming here?
- Well, he wanted us to hang out.
- Hang out? - Yeah.
- Wow, um, I'll tell you what he told me.
He said that I was going to meet someone new that I would love.
- Oh, honey, you gonna love me.
- Um, question, again.
- Sure. - Sorry for so many.
- No, it's okay. - Do you like to --?
- Oh. - Yeah.
-Oh, no. - Mm-hmm.
- Calvin, no.
- You would think that he didn't have two gay dads.
-Uh-huh. Look, we can be girlfriends.
- Thank you.
- Okay. What the -- is going on?
I am so confused right now. - Don't be confused.
Just know that this would never work.
- I'm sorry. - See, it's like two holes.
- It really is. - Empty.
- I'm sorry, I just thought you guys would hit it off.
- Hmm, mm-mm.
Sit down so we can tell you how this goes, do-do.
- No, no, no, I just remembered I gotta go pick up Sabrina for--
- No, no, no, no, no! You're not going anywhere.
Guess we'll just sit here and do each other's weaves.
Come, sit down, Lucrecia.
- It's Laz.
- Oh, got it. - Um...
- I like them boots, bitch. -Thanks, girl!
- Mmm. - Look, I'm sorry, Laz.
What a disappointment.
- For real, though. You gonna be here to teach him about me?
- Mmm, I'll leave it up to you. - Mmm.
- Mm.
- Okay, you are all set. How you like it?
- I think I owe you. - Well, I take cash as thanks.
Come on, let's go now! -I got you!
- Pam will get you all paid out.
-Okay. - Mm-hmm.
- Shit, there he is. - Oh, that's him?
-Yes, don't forget to ask his name.
- I sure won't. Hi, how are you?
- Hi. - I'm Karen. And you are?
- Preston. - Preston, nice to meet you.
-Likewise. - Yeah.
Don't she look great? - Oh, she looks amazing.
- Yeah, she do. - So, you ready to go?
- Yeah. - Oh, she gotta pay first.
- You got it? I can pay for it.
- You would do that? - Oh, yeah, I don't mind.
- Are you rich or something?
- No, I'm not rich. -I got it, thank you.
- Right, she just met you. - Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah, y'all just met, right?
- Yeah. - Okay. How?
- Oh, at a gas station. - Oh.
- I told her that. - Oh, yeah, you did
tell me that. - Yeah.
- When was this? - Couple days ago.
- Oh, a couple days. - Yeah.
- Couple days, couple days.
- Danni. - Hi.
- Where you going? - On a date.
- Where? - Am I missing something?
- Don't forget your vibrator. He likes that.
- Can you please stop? - Oh.
- What if I marry the man?
- I'm not gonna get back with him
just 'cause he bought me a damn car.
I'm gonna send it to his office tomorrow.
We can drive it at least once.
- License and registration, please.
- I wasn't speeding. - Out of the car!
- We didn't do anything.
- Hi, Calvin. - Are you responsible for this?
-Don't you wanna just stay here with your new friend?
- New friend--
Brina, you know what kinda men I like.
- You should go let me whip his ass
for hitting you in the face. - That was a part of the plan.
- I don't like that part of the plan, though.
- Cheers to normal. - Sabrina, hi.
You don't remember me? -Yes, how are you?
- All the better after seeing you.