- I'm staying at a hotel. Come and stay with me.
- KAREN: Previously On "Sistas"
- I see that little hotel key card.
Are you going somewhere with Zac tonight?
- Nosey.
- You are going to help her.
- My folks, they're racists.
They would have a fit if they knew I was here.
- Oh. I feel bad. - Damn!
- Will you let me give you a ride home?
- Confront Bellamy, talk to your boss, get the proof,
and get him fired.
- I know you're taking Karen to the Preston Jubilee Hotel
tonight.
I sent champagne and flowers so you can really impress her.
Y'all have a good time tonight.
- Oh, we most definitely will.
- ♪
♪ Pulled up, pulled up, yeah ♪
♪ Pulled up ♪
- So what hotel you staying at?
- Preston Jubilee.
- Really?
- Yeah, why you say it like that?
- That place is expensive.
- So?
People I know-- [indistinct mumbling]
- You're not doing anything illegal, are you?
- No, I'm not.
- Alright, Zac, 'cause this is a huge opportunity for you.
- I got it.
- And they don't allow repeat
offenders in. - I got it.
- I'm just saying. - You're always just saying.
- Say what? - [scoffs] Nothing.
Can I ask you a question? - No.
- What you mean, "No"?
I can't ask one question? - Hmm-mm.
- You've been asking me questions since you know me.
"What's your name? What's your address?
How old are you? How long you've been locked up?"
Shoving papers in my face. I can't ask one question?
[sighs] - What?
- Since you asked...
Women say they want somebody who's sensitive, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- And kind and loving, right? - Yeah.
- But then you give that to them, right?
And they shit on you.
- That is not true. - Yes, it is.
- Well, speak for yourself. Don't generalize all women.
- That's been my experience.
- Well, then you're dealing with the wrong woman.
- Tell me about it.
- You do know what the definition of insanity is?
- Yeah.
- Doing the same thing over-- - I said yeah!
- --expecting a different result.
- Oh, Lord. Yes. - Alright then.
If what you're doing ain't working, then change it, man.
- Alright.
- I'm telling you.
- What's your story?
- Mm-mm. Nope.
- What you mean, "Mm-mm?"
- My story is my business.
I'm just giving you a ride.
- Yeah, after you almost killed me.
- Exactly. [laughs]
- You think this is paying me back?
- I'm really just trying to figure out how you're staying
at the Preston Jubilee Hotel, and you ride a bike.
- Don't worry about it.
- I wasn't worried.
- You must be, 'cause you keep asking.
- I was concerned.
- You flirting.
- Don't flatter yourself.
- Well, you probably right.
You're driving this nice-ass car.
Somebody taking better care of you than I ever could,
so you probably wasn't flirting.
- Oh, wow, you know what? That is insulting.
I can't wait to get your ass out of my car.
- I'm just saying, this is a nice-ass car, like--
- I bought my own car, thank you.
[indistinct mumbling]
- My bad, I'm just... pissed about my ex.
- There it is.
- [sighs]
- Wanna talk about it? - No.
- Alright. - I wanna sit here.
- Then let's-- - In silence.
- --do that. - It's done.
- Okay. - Fine.
- Great. - Good.
- Shut up.
- ♪ My girls hold me down, them boys mess around ♪
♪ And my love life is a headache ♪
♪ We going out tonight, 'cause I'm looking for love ♪♪
- ♪
♪ Let's say, eh ♪
♪
- This my jam.
- Look, can we turn this off, please?
- Uh, this my car. - ♪
- Yo, we used to have sex to this song.
- [sighs] Alright, I'll turn it off in my car.
- ♪
- [music stops]
- Ooh, man, I know she with this dude, yo.
I knew she said it was over, but she be telling me
she ain't doing shit, and I know she doing stuff.
Ooh.
- Well, maybe it's not over.
- Oh, no, it's over, trust me, it's over.
She said it's over.
- Well, it might be for her, but it clearly ain't for you.
- You seeing anybody?
- Zac.
- I just ask the question like--oh, my God.
- ♪
- We're here.
- I'mma...go get my bike. - Yeah.
- ♪
- ZAC: Damn, my bike messed up.
- Sorry.
- ♪
- Don't be slamming my door either.
- ZAC: You really talking about your door?
Look at my bike, son.
- ♪
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Here.
This is my number.
You call me if you need anything.
And please don't get into any trouble.
This is a really good group, and you could change your life--
- I got it.
- I'm sick of your shitty attitude.
- Sorry.
Thank you.
- Sure.
And for what it's worth, I'm sorry about your girl.
- And I'm sorry about my shitty attitude.
- Good night, Zac.
Bye.
- ♪
- Yo, look, my man. Hey, hey. - Yes, sir?
- I got it. - Uh, I'm sorry?
- I ordered this. - Oh, okay.
- Thanks.
Right, can you open the door for me?
- No, sir. - You sure?
- No, sir, I'll deliver it.
- It's for Karen, right? - Yes.
- Alright, I got it, just open the door.
- No, I can't do that. - Alright.
- I would have to call the room and get the occupant--
- No, no, no, just, um-- No, go ahead, I feel good.
- Okay? - Yeah.
- Alright. Thank you. - Alright.
- Alright, that's for Karen? That one right there?
- Yes, sir. - Alright.
- [knocking at door]
- Room service.
- ♪
♪ C-c-caressing your body ♪
♪
♪ I'm about to take it down ♪
♪ Sweatin' and dripping, now it's all-- ♪
- ♪
♪
- KAREN: [yells]
- You ain't doing nothing? You ain't doing nothing?
- [indistinct arguing]
- Don't touch me! Don't you -- touch me.
- No, you need to get out of here, man.
- Stop, stop. Zac, what are you doing here?
- Nothing, Karen? You're not doing nothing?
- We are not together, okay, Zac?
I told you I needed time. I told you, wait.
Showing up here? - Time?
-- man!
- Yo, get out of here right now!
- You left me, Zac, remember? - Oh, my God!
- We are over Zac! What are you doing?
- You know what? You're right, we over.
We're gonna never -- be together ever. Ever!
-- !
- You know, I'm not gonna tell you again, get out of here.
- You know what? No, you-- - Because I've been
trying to tell you that this whole time. Just stop.
- You've been trying to tell me?
You've been trying to tell me? - Yeah.
- His -- wife killed herself because of you,
and you in here -- him. - Zac.
- Yo, that's the last time-- - Man, -- you!
-- you! -- you! - Stop it! Zac!
- Get out of here! - Shut -- up!
- Yo, who the -- you talking to? - ZAC: You!
- Get out of here! - Please, Zac--
- -- both of y'all. - -- you.
- Security.
Is everything okay here? - No, it's--
- No, he broke in here.
- No, Aaron, what are you doing? No.
- I saw you on camera.
Put your hands behind your back, sir.
- You ain't even a -- cop, man, shut up.
- Sir, put your hands behind your back.
- Yo, -- you, I'm leaving.
- ♪
- Sir, put your hands-- - ZAC: Ah!
- Get back, get back. - ZAC: Ow, alright, alright!
- No --. - Alright!
- Don't resist. - Damn!
- Don't resist! - My side!
- Don't -- resist.
- ZAC: Ooh, stop acting like you -- care about anybody else
but your -- self. - Let's go.
- Take him out of here, man.
- ZAC: Ow, my side, come on!
- I'm gonna send someone to repair the door.
We can move you to another room. - Alright.
- ZAC: --. - Alright.
- ♪
- Are you alright? - KAREN: Don't.
- Karen, what are you doing?
- Just don't. I'm going home, okay?
- But your place isn't even clean yet.
- I don't care.
- No, listen, listen, just stay here.
- Stop, no, this is bullshit!
- Karen, come on.
- This is bullshit. - You don't have to go.
Just--just stay here, come on, please.
- ♪
- What, are you going home or are you going to bail him out?
- -- him!
- Karen, just--
- What if I am? Who gives a damn?
That ain't none of your business.
- You--you right. Hold on, just--just stay.
- Let me go.
- ♪
- In the moment of truth.
What the -- just happened?
- ♪ Woke up on a Saturday ♪
♪ Couldn't help but feeling some type of way ♪
♪ Tried screaming real loud, started shining ♪
♪ But I'm under a dark cloud ♪
♪ Head spinning but my feet down ♪
♪ Trying to keep from six feet underground ♪
♪ Lately less smiles now, melancholy with frowns ♪
♪ But I'm feeling so far away ♪
♪ Or is it just me? or is it just me? ♪
♪ Is my mind playing tricks on me? ♪♪
- ANDI: Go away.
What?
- SABRINA: You gotta get up. - No, I don't.
- Andi?
- This shit has taken the wind out of me, Sabrina,
leave me alone.
- Come on, girl, is this what we gonna do now?
- ANDI: It is.
- No, Andi, it's not.
We get up.
Shit, when we're tired, hurt, angry...
we get up and we get out there.
And that's what you're about to do.
Come on.
- I hate men.
- I hear you, girl.
- I just--I wanted to love...and be loved.
It's a simple concept.
Simple. That's all I want.
- Are you done?
- No!
Shit, this hurts.
What? - I know it hurts, Andi.
But this is not what we are about to do right now.
Come on.
You are a fighter.
Hmm?
- I don't feel like fighting.
Actually, I quit fighting.
I'm done fighting. - Oh, no.
- I'm just gonna--this bed is comfortable.
I'm just gonna lay here.
- Okay. - Mm-hmm.
- Alright, but...it's not gonna last long.
I really don't even think this is about you
fighting for your job.
I think you're just fighting to keep your heart open
like the rest of us.
- Shit hurts, Sabrina. - Mm-hmm.
Ugh, but I'll be damned if I let you just lay here and die,
so we are gonna get up.
And we were are gonna go get your job back.
- My job?
- I'm sorry, your career.
- [scoffs] Sabrina, I lost the evidence
that would prove that Bellamy screwed me over.
How am I gonna get back my "career"?
- You're gonna find something else.
You're gonna figure out another way.
- In my field, we have to have evidence.
I don't have any.
- Okay, I understand that.
But you are gonna figure it out.
However, this?
We're not doing this.
Andi, we can't.
- [sighs]
- So, let's get up, let's go to work.
My job called me.
They wanna have a meeting with me today, so...
We'll see.
- What'd they say?
- I don't know.
But I'll handle it.
I know if I can walk into that bank without a law degree,
you damn sure can walk into your office with one.
- I don't have anything to wear.
- That's okay, you can wear some of my clothes.
- Oh, thank you.
- Don't--what are--
- Sabrina, I have no credit cards, no car, no money.
- No credit card, okay, here, here.
Let me see.
Take mine.
Okay.
- Yes, because you're gonna pay me back when you win.
- Thank you.
Hmm.
I, um--I don't think that I can get the things I need with,
um, the limit on this particular card.
Um-- - Okay, Andi, you know.
Okay, okay, okay.
- Yeah, just give me all of those.
Yeah, all of those. - Okay.
- I need them all. - Okay.
- Just--just give me this. Thank you.
- ♪
- What?
- ♪
- I got you.
Oh, I got you this time.
Now look who's handcuffed now.
- ♪
- Okay, that's cute.
- This time, I'm heading to work.
And you're chained up.
- Okay.
Ha-ha, you can't leave me here handcuffed, come on.
- Well, why not? You wanted to do it to me last time.
- No, I was in the bed with you, stupid.
But I gotta use the bathroom.
- Oh, I got a plan, baby. Here we go.
You're gonna love this.
Here you go.
- Ew, Preston. - PRESTON: What?
- That's--yuck. Yuck.
Yeah, I just--I just gave - you a pot to piss in..
- Okay, Preston, unlock me.
Come on, I really have to pee.
- Look, I love this.
Look at you.
- Preston, unlock me, please.
- "Unlock me, ple--unlock me, please."
- Please. - Please?
Now can you do better than that.
I'm gonna need you to beg me.
- [sighs] I don't like this game.
- Oh, you don't like this game?
Come on now, beg me, gal.
- What--what did you just say?
- I said, "Beg me." - Honestly, don't--no,
you shouldn't repeat it. Don't repeat it.
Unlock me now.
- What's the matter, baby? What did I do?
- Un -- lock me right now.
- Wait, wait. Just--what did I do?
- Unlock me. Where are the keys?
Now. - Hold on.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- You really don't get that shit, do you?
- I--I don't get what?
- You stand over me as I'm chained up naked,
you hand me a pot to piss in in that stupid -- hat.
And you call me a gal.
- Danni, I'm-- - No, no, no.
You just told me you have a racist-ass family,
and you do something this ignorant?
- Dana, I didn't mean it that way.
That's just--you're--Danni, you're right.
Danni, Danni, Danni!
- [door slams]
- I'm sorry.
Danni.
- You can't call--I can't believe I have to explain
stuff like this to you.
You can't call me gal.
Is it -- slave play?
What's he trying to do, slave play with me?
Preston, I'm not the kind of girl that's gonna do slave--
Oh, wow.
- ♪
- PAM: Karen?
Karen?
- Hmm?
- PAM: What are you doing here?
- Mm.
I just came in early, Pam.
- No, you didn't.
- Yes, I did. What's up?
- Why are you lying? And why are you here?
Didn't you and Zac have a good time at the hotel last night?
- What?
- I thought that the champagne and the flowers were gonna help.
- What? Pam, what are you talking about?
- I know sent Zac sent flowers and champagne to the hotel
for the two of you.
- How do you know that? - 'Cause Zac is romantic.
- No, he ain't. - PAM: Yes, he is.
Didn't you like it?
- Pam, how did you know that?
- Know what?
- You know you can't hold water. Tell me the truth.
Did you tell him where I was?
- Look, I had to buy the stuff for him, because he didn't
have any money. - [sighs]
- I had to tell him so that you would think they were from him.
But he's gonna pay me back.
- First of all, who does that, Pam? Huh?
Who does that?
And second of all, I wasn't with Zac.
I was with Aaron.
- Come again, bitch. - KAREN: Yeah.
Zac came, popped up, got into it, got into a fight.
- Oh, damn. - Mm.
- I'm sorry. - Oh, you sorry?
You sorry, Pam?
- I thought I was helping. - It ain't.
- Okay, fine.
- [sighs]
- Well, did you bail him out?
- No!
- Did they fight?
- Just about.
- And you're not gonna get Zac out of jail?
- Ask me another question, Pam.
- Okay, fine.
- Let me just--let me get ready for these clients.
- I'm sorry, Karen.
- If you really mean it, stop talking so damn much.
- I got you.
- How did you even know where I was, huh?
- You know I saw the hotel key.
- You got that room number and everything
from that glimpse of a card?
- [laughs] Bitch, you know me.
I miss nothing, honey.
- KAREN: And that's your problem.
You don't miss nothing but them appointments.
Okay, the work you're supposed to be doing.
-- up the whole schedule book.
Do something.
- Okay, I got you. - Goodness gracious.
- You know what? You keep -- with me,
I'm gonna file unemployment on your ass.
- You ain't getting no unemployment, okay?
You got a job.
Sit down, get to work.
- See, I told you you need me.
- ♪
- PAM: Working good. - [indistinct mumbling]
- ♪
- Um, I'm really sorry about your dad.
- Thanks.
- He loved this place.
- Yep. Yeah, he did.
- Well, hey, this will be great for the community.
- Yeah, I think so.
- You--are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Okay, good, I'm--I just--I know this is really hard for you
right now, and I-- - [sighs]
You know what would make it easier?
If you just stop talking about it.
- Sorry, man, I--I never really know what to say when,
you know-- [clears throat]
- Well, try saying nothing.
- Okay, you're in a mood, I get it.
- Hi.
- Watch him, girl, he is in a mood.
- I got him.
- Hey, you. - Hi.
- Hey. Thought you'd be at work.
- Uh, yeah, I'm gonna go there in a minute.
They want me to have a meeting.
But I figured I would stop by to see if I could help you tonight.
It looks amazing.
- Thank you. - SABRINA: Yeah.
So...how are you?
- Ooh, girl, don't ask him that.
- She can ask me that, you can't.
- [whispers] Sorry.
- So?
- I'm alright.
My dad's not taking it too well.
- Well, maybe tonight will cheer him up.
- As best he can. - Or not.
- Whoa. - Maurice,
what are you doing here?
- I knew you bitches were up to something.
- This is supposed to be a surprise.
- Um, look at that sign.
Y'all thought I was gonna die.
You're trying to kill me!
But he rose. [laughs] He rose!
- Fool, that's for my dad.
- Oh, shit.
Well, don't try to kill a girl before her time.
- Maurice, what are you doing here?
This is supposed to be a surprise for you.
- And I will act surprised tomorrow--tonight,
whenever it is.
Look, I've had Botox.
- Okay, you better.
- Mm-hmm.
Who's all coming to this thing?
- A lot of people who love you.
- And my dad.
- Darling, you need a stadium to hold the people who love me.
A football stadium.
Perhaps with football players for my tight end. [laughs]
- Yep, he's back to his old self.
- Yes, he is.
- And tonight, I will be...extravaganza!
- Look, man, we're really glad you're alright.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm, I'm fine.
- Now are you sure you're fine?
- Both of you keep asking me that.
I'm fine.
- Alright, just checking.
- Bartender! - Yes. Yes?
- Give me a drink. - This early?
- Yes, this early, bitch.
I've been through an ordeal. - Okay.
- MAURICE: Who hired that white boy?
- Coming right up.
- Thank you. - Are you just gonna
stand there, or are you gonna help us decorate?
- Me? Help decorate my own party?
What would that look like, Sabrina, with my disability?
- Maurice, there is nothing wrong with you.
- Uh-uh! Don't say that.
And don't you go to work opening your mother -- mouth.
Speaking of work, why aren't you there?
- I'm--I'm going.
I was just here to help.
Okay?
I'll see you later. - Mm.
Hey, Calvin? - Mm-hmm.
- MAURICE: Ain't enough feathers and glitters in here.
And there needs to be draping puddling the floor.
I would love some cherry blossoms flown in from Asia.
Amber up-lighting.
Flowers, arches, balloons!
We need it all!
Celebrate a bitch!
- Yep. - Go on!
- He's back to his old self.
- ♪
- Have a seat.
- Hey. - Hey.
I'm Hayden Moss. Andi sent me.
- Yeah, thanks for coming, man.
- She told me a lot about what's going on.
- Okay.
- I just need you to fill me in.
- Man, I'm innocent.
I didn't do anything. - Okay.
Well, the evidence that they have is pretty compelling.
- How so?
- Well, there's three years of documents.
- I'm telling you, that's my wife.
- Okay. So...
how was she able to get access to you and your business?
- 'Cause that bitch hates me.
Look, I don't know how she did it, but I know she did.
- Okay.
So, why would you tell Andi to put the money in her account?
- Because I knew she was up to something.
- Right.
But you are aware that that's what caused her to--
- Yeah, to lose everything. Yeah, I know, I know, but...
I got something in the works for her.
like, my business manager, he's--he's working on something.
- Okay.
You wanna tell me what that is?
- No.
Can you help me get out of here?
- Ah.
I can talk to the prosecutor about bail.
But you gotta give me something.
- What can I give you?
- Any proof that this is a setup.
- I don't even know where to start.
- Documents, times on your computer, passwords.
We have a forensic scientist,
he can-- - Man, listen, they--they
took everything.
- Yes, I am aware of that.
But they have to give it to us for our case.
- Okay. Okay, well, that's good. That's good.
- Listen, Gary-- [chuckles] --nothing in this
looks good for you, okay?
But Andi was adamant that you're innocent, so--
- Hell, she's...she's an amazing woman.
- Yeah, I'm seeing that.
- What was that?
- Well, I never spent any time with her before now,
but we work at the same firm.
And, yes, she is amazing.
- Well, how much time did you spend with her?
- A few hours last night. - Last night?
- Yeah.
- What else were you doing with her?
- We were talking about you.
- Is that all?
- Excuse me? - What else were you doing?
- Okay. - [deep breath]
- Is there something you wanna say to me?
- Nah, I ain't got nothing else to say.
- Okay.
Well, I'll look into this, and I will get back to you.
- Alright.
- Good seeing you. - GARY: Mm-hmm.
[deep breath]
- ♪
- What the hell?
What are you doing here?
- What does it look like?
- It looks like you got your ass locked up.
What happened?
- You a cop, you know.
- Oh, -- ain't got to tell me, I could find out my damn self.
- I got into it with somebody, but I ain't hit him, though.
- You're bullshitting me.
Let me check myself.
Sound like you lying. - Just--
- Criminal trespassing. And resisting arrest.
- I did not-- - -- .
What the hell?
- Rayah, I'm supposed to be at work.
Come on, man, I gotta get bail.
- Well, you saw the judge?
- Yes, this morning.
He set my bail at $5,000. - [blows air]
That's a whole lot of money.
You got somebody that could do that for you, right?
- No, but I cannot miss work.
- Maybe you should have thought about that before you did
the crazy shit that you did. - Yo, yo, yo!
- What? - Right now,
you wanna talk down to me like right now?
- Urgh. - Come on, man.
- Alright, I'm sorry.
Who do you want me to call, Zac?
- Shit.
- ♪
- Ooh, yes.
Call her. Call her.
- [laughing] You got a whole lot of chicks, man,
you want me to call. - Please, just call.
- I'm not gonna give you my phone.
Just tell me her name.
- [mumbling]
- You don't even know her name? - Fatima. It's Fatima.
Fatima. It's Fatima.
- You sure? - Positive, I'm positive.
- [sighs]
- ♪
- [phone ringing]
- ♪
- ZAC: Fatima? - Yes.
- ZAC: Um, this is Zac.
- Oh, hi.
How can I help you?
- Uh, hey, hey, how--how you doing there?
Um--oh man.
I'm--I'm locked up, you think you can help me out?
- He in jail, girl.
- I'm sorry, what?
- I'm--I'm borrowing one of the police officer's phones.
Um, you think you can help me out?
- Zac, I told you about second offenses.
- Yeah, but just let me explain like--
- Look, I'm at work. I can't deal with this right now.
- ZAC: Could you call Chris?
You know, Chris, he can help me out?
- Zac, you do not want me to call him.
Where are you? - I'm at Fulton County.
- FATIMA: Alright, I'll look into this when I get off work.
- Okay.
- How much is your bail?
- ZAC: $5,000 cash.
- Cash? - ZAC: Yeah.
- Are you asking me for five grand in cash?
- He want your check, girl.
That first of the month check. [laughs]
- Really?
No, I'm--no, I'm not. I don't--I don't.
- Look, I'm at work. Bye.
- ZAC: Okay-- - [phone beeps]
- Thanks. Um, I--
- Yeah, you need some friends.
Preferably ones with, uh, $5,000 and a penis.
Yeah.
You ain't gonna get out of here.
- ZAC: -- !
- He done lost his damn mind.
- Hey. - Hey.
- So I met with Gary.
- Okay, how'd it go?
- I mean, I can't really talk about it.
- I know that, but--come on.
- I gotta tell you, I don't like him.
- What? - Nah, he's an asshole.
If it wasn't for you, I would not be doing this.
- Was he really? - Yes.
- So, are you gonna be able to help her or not?
- I mean, I'm looking into it, you know, in spite of him.
- Good, thank you. - Yeah, I got you.
- Hi, I have a package for
a Fatima Wilson. - That's me.
- Can I get you to sign right here?
- Sure. - How you doing, man?
- Good. - Alright, who is it from?
- Uh, I was told to get it to you and actually get it to Andi.
- Okay, but who's it from? - Gary Borders.
- Okay, alright, thank you. - DELIVERY MAN: Alright, sure.
- ♪
- Ooh.
- You okay? - Mm-hmm, whoo.
- What is it?
- [laughs] My future.
- What? - Nothing.
- No, what did he send you? - Nothing,
mind your business. - Fatima, come on now.
- Hey. - Hi.
Hayden. - Hi.
What are you doing here?
- I wanna see Bellamy. - Okay.
- Go. He in his office, come on.
- Um, shouldn't you call him first?
- Oh, I ain't calling that bitch.
- Fatima, I'm liking this new energy.
- Thank you, girl, but, um--
- But what? - Ooh, um, I, um...
I really don't wanna do this.
- Do what?
- Um, ooh, ooh.
This is, um-- [groans] --this is from Gary. Ooh.
- Whatever it is, I don't want it.
- I could have it? - Yeah.
- [laughs] You sure?
- I'm positive, yeah. - Girl.
[whispers] It is a lot of money in here.
- What? - Look, look.
- BOTH: [laughs]
How did you get it? - Girl, a messenger
brought it in for me to give to you.
- What?
- Now I'm gonna ask you one more time.
You sure you don't want it?
- I'll--I'll--I'll take it.
Thank you, mm-hmm. - Damn.
- Mm-hmm. Fatima? - Alright, girl, I know.
- [laughs]
- Bitch, she up here.
- I know you're not talking to anyone.
Call him.
- [phone beeps]
- Hi, Mr. Bellamy.
Yes, Andi's here to see you.
Alright, I'll send her right back.
- Watch this for me.
Don't touch my money.
- FATIMA: I gotcha.
Can I hold a $20? - No, nothing.
- FATIMA: Please. - Nothing. Don't--
- Okay! - Yes.
- Damn.
- ♪
- Ooh, yes.
- ♪
- Andi.
- Hi.
- What are you doing here?
- I wanna talk to you.
- Well, you shouldn't be here.
The FBI was-- - -- all of that.
- Excuse me?
- You, Jasmine Borders and Morris were all in on this.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You wanted to sue the firm so that you can get the insurance
money and split the settlement with them.
- I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
- You know, I'm just here to see the look on your face
when I go to the board and the insurance company,
because not only are you gonna lose this job,
your ass is going to jail. - It's a good story.
I don't know where you're getting your information
from, though.
- You should be careful who you trust.
You really should.
- Andi-- - I'm done talking to you.
- ♪
- Andi, wait.
- ♪
- I'm listening.
- ♪
- Talk!
- There may be a settlement for a million dollars.
- Why would you do that?
- Not me, the firm.
- The firm would give me a million dollars?
Why would the partners go for that?
- I think it's only fair for what they did to you.
And I'm sure you're claiming discrimination.
- ♪
- No, I'm not.
- You're not?
- No.
Are you suggesting I should?
- I'm not suggesting anything.
Just merely making an observation that you're the only
black woman here.
So, you do that, and I'll be forced to have to talk
to the partners about settlement.
- And what about you and Jasmine and Morris for coming up
with all this?
- Well, you will have to indemnify the firm
of all wrongdoing.
- Okay.
- So you'd do it?
- If you tell me everything.
- Look-- - I know you're smart. I get it.
You're not gonna incriminate yourself,
but...I just need to know if Gary's innocent or not.
- That I don't know.
- Bellamy.
- Are you gonna take the million dollars?
- Just tell me if Gary is innocent or not.
- I might know about his wife manipulating his books
for years.
- Do you have proof of that?
- I may.
Are you gonna take the settlement?
- ♪
- Where are you going?
Andi?
Andi!
- ♪
- Call security now. - Right away, sir.
- You need to have the--young lady!
- Mr. Benson, I'll only be a second.
- This is a private board meeting.
- I know, but I need to talk to you, Hayden.
- Hey, Andi, you need to leave. - Young lady.
- My boss, this--this man, he had Morris use Jasmine
to force me on a case.
He won't tell you the truth though.
No, hmm-mm.
- ANDI ON TAPE: The firm would give me a million dollars?
Why would the partners go for that?
- BELLAMY ON TAPE: I think it's only fair
for what they did to you.
And I'm sure you're claiming discrimination.
- What is this?
- He offered me a million dollars to walk away.
- [laughs]
I offered her that because she threatened to sue us
for racial discrimination.
- Do you want me to keep playing the tape?
- Yes, go on. - Thank you.
- Sir? - Be quiet!
Have a seat, Miss Barnes.
- Mr. Benson, I think that we should--
- You too.
- ♪
- Tell me what proof you have.
- Well, that's the thing.
All the proof was taken in the raid.
- Because your boyfriend was embezzling money.
- No, because this man, along with Jasmine and Morris,
were setting him up.
And me too, apparently.
- So, this evidence was confiscated by the FBI?
- Yes, sir.
In a folder in my bedroom.
- And if I get it, I'll have all the proof?
- Proof of everything except the embezzlement.
But I'm sure if we keep digging, we can get that too.
- Hayden? He's our top guy. - Yes, sir?
- Work with her on this, will ya?
And, Bellamy, you should take a few days off.
- Bradley, we should talk about this.
- I'm not going to say it again.
Roger, get me Michael Wells at the FBI.
Young lady, if this is true, I'll be in touch.
- Yes, sir.
- Now, can we finish our meeting?
- I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
- We'll be in touch. - Yep. Thank you.
Thank you.
- ♪
- Bradley, you can't be serious.
You're gonna listen to her?
- I'm-- [panting]
- Andi, how'd it go.
- [sobbing]
- Andi?
What's wrong?
- [sobbing]
- KAREN: Next On "Sistas"
- Are you okay? - Yeah. [laughs]
- So if, um, I can get you out of here,
what you gonna do for me, Zac?
- They're having me train somebody.
- I am on disability, remember?
- Thanks for my package. - I just wanna hug you
right now. - [laughs]
- What's wrong with you?
- I think I might have done something or acted real stupid.
- I'm sorry. - No, I'm the one that's sorry.
I just wanted you so bad, and I still do.
- Hey, is that, um--is that guy Hayden helping you?
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