- Your ass is going to jail.
- I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
- DANNI: Previously on "Sistas."
- Talk!
- There may be a settlement for a million dollars.
- You just told me you have a racist-ass family.
You do something this ignorant?
- You're not doing nothin' Karen?
- We are not together, okay, Zac?
- He had Morris use Jasmine to force me on a case.
He offered me a million dollars to walk away.
- Are you sure you're fired?
- Tonight, I will be Extravaganza.
- [crying]
- How did it go?
- [crying]
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Are you sure?
- [crying] Yeah.
- So it went well? - Yes.
- [squealing]
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
- Oh, my god, I'm so happy for you.
- Thank you.
- Oh, my god, girl, shit, you better go ahead, then.
- ANDI: Thank you.
Seriously, thank you for everything.
- Are you kidding me?
- You had my back.
- Andi.
Look, I know we don't know each other all that well...
but we gotta have each other's backs.
We sistas.
- We are.
- And you need to go celebrate.
What you gonna do?
- I do. Okay, um... - Mm-hmm.
- My friend Maurice, he's having an event tonight.
- Okay.
- You should come.
- Okay, I'm there.
Send me the info.
- I will.
- Oh, I am so happy for you, girl.
Whoo. - This is unreal.
- [laughs] It is.
I'll see you tonight.
- Don't be late. - I won't.
- This is a celebration.
- [squeals] All right.
Girl, I'll see you tonight.
- [sighs] This belongs to me.
- Damn. - Uh-huh.
You tried it.
- ♪ Bring on that luxury jewelry, pampering ♪
♪ We poppin' tabs ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, we flexin', we sexy ♪
♪ Our special thing, we turning out ♪
- Well, now.
- Hi.
- You didn't call me.
- I'm sorry I didn't call you.
- Yeah, I...I know.
You're--You're in a relationship.
- Yeah.
- Well, just know that I'm so grateful
that you helped out my grandmother.
And...I'd like to take you to dinner one night,
if you'd let me.
- You just said you know I'm in a relationship.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- BOTH: [chuckling]
- I respect that. But my thing is...
until there is a ring on that finger, I can put my bid in.
- Your bid?
- Yeah.
- I'm not for sale.
- That's not what I meant.
- Well, whatever you meant, it was rude.
- Oh. I'm sorry.
- Goodbye, Paris.
- Andi, Andi, wait, just...
I'm really sorry. I...
I was just trying to be cool.
Look, I'd love to get to know you a little better.
I mean, it's always good to have options
when you're not sure, right?
- Who told you I wasn't sure?
- I just thought we hit it off--
- I know you thought, but who told you I wasn't sure?
- No, I was here when the FBI came and--
- Paris, I know you think you know me--
- Look, look. This--this is--
I'm going down in flames right now, right?
- Bye!
- I'm sorry.
- ♪ My girls hold me down ♪
♪ When them boys mess around ♪
♪ And my love life is a headache ♪
♪ We goin' out tonight ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm looking for love ♪♪
- ♪
- Hey. - Hey.
You here for your check?
- Yeah.
- What's wrong with you?
- You care now? - No.
But I know you gonna tell me anyway.
Go on.
- Andi.
- Man...
- What?
- Leave that alone.
- Why?
- Look, she got a lot going on, okay?
- Yeah, we all do.
- Yeah, and I know you like her.
- Yeah. But, uh...
she's with that dude.
- Wait. How you know that?
- I heard people around here talking about it.
- Well, don't tell her I told you, 'cause I didn't.
- Yeah, I know-- I know--I know that.
- Yeah, and I don't like gossip. - Yeah, I--I know.
- Shit, that's all y'all do around here.
Sign this.
- What are you talking about, y'all?
- You and whoever else. Here's your check.
- Listen, I am not into gossip, okay?
I just want to go out with her.
- ♪
- Maybe you could put in a good word for me, please?
- How about you put in your own word, okay?
Go on and get out of here.
- That's just cold, Fatima. - FATIMA: Yep, bye.
- You mean.
- I'm not getting in the middle of that shit.
[chuckles] No sir.
- ♪
- Hi, Miss India.
- Hello.
- How are you? - I'm good.
Why don't you come in the office?
- Um, actually, do you mind if I just say something
before we start?
- Go on.
- If you just look at my track record,
you see I never--
I've never made a mistake, not once.
- Sabrina-- - You can track me every day.
I balance every day-- - Sabrina.
I get it.
We actually did an audit.
And...
I saw exactly what you did.
- ♪
- You did?
- And I saw that you didn't do anything wrong.
And that's why we're not firing you.
No reason.
- Okay. Thank you.
- But you are suspended for three days.
- Okay.
- Okay?
They wanted to give you three weeks, missy.
- Really? - Uh, really.
- Okay, I understand.
- Good, 'cause I just need you to sign this document stating
that you were out for three days.
Girl, are you gonna do it or not?
- Yes, Miss India. - I thought so.
- Thank you.
- [sighs] You're welcome.
Now go to work.
- Really? - Really?
What do you mean really? Of course.
With Maurice being out, I can't have you out too.
Besides, I hired a new guy. I'm trying to train him.
I need you.
- Yes, Miss India.
Does this mean I'm not suspended?
- No, you're not suspended.
I'm gonna defer it. Don't worry about that, darling.
I'll deal with corporate myself.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Now, come on.
Let me introduce you to the new guy.
- Okay.
- Sabrina, Jacobi Sellers.
- Hi. - Hey.
- He has some banking experience.
We just hired him.
You, my dear, will be training him.
- Okay.
Um...where is he gonna be working, exactly?
- Window two.
- Next to me?
- Yes.
- Is that until Maurice gets back?
- Yeah.
Until Maurice gets back.
See you soon.
- Thank you. - Thank you, Miss Mims.
- You're welcome.
- Um...follow me.
- Yeah, sure.
You know, I'm really excited about, uh, working here.
- Great.
If you can...
Do you mind giving me a second?
- Sure. - Mm-hmm. I'll be right back.
- Good.
- Uh-uh, bitch, that's straight!
- I know, Maurice.
- Mm-mm, we don't want anything to be straight...
unless it's a man or a drink.
- You do know you can go home now, right?
- I'm going. - CALVIN: Good.
- Yes, who is it?
- SABRINA: It's Sabrina.
I'm at work.
- MAURICE: Okay.
- Okay, like you need to be.
- Mm-mm. I am on disability, remember?
- They're having me train somebody.
- MAURICE: What?
- Yes, Maurice, to work your station.
- That bitch India, I know she did that.
- SABRINA: Yeah.
- I can't stand her ass.
- Well...Maurice, are you hurt?
- Yes, I can barely move.
I'm traumatized.
- SABRINA: Right, right.
I know that.
- MAURICE: You let that bitch try to fire me.
- He is really fine.
- I'm on my way.
- SABRINA: Okay, I'll see you soon.
[clears throat]
So-- - Yes.
- How much banking experience do you have?
- Well, um, I worked at a credit union while I was in college.
- For how long? - Uh...three years.
- Okay.
Well, I'll show you how we do it here.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
All right, so, we're gonna do this--
- You can come over here.
- Create a username.
- [smooth music playing]
- And we'll just set up a password for you.
- All right. - Don't make it too easy.
- Oh, okay. - Yeah.
- Okay. Can you enter your date of birth?
- Uh, sure. - Mm-hmm.
Is that your way of asking how old I am?
- No, that's just my way of getting your date of birth.
- Okay.
Wow, you really smell good.
- I shower sometimes.
- That's funny.
- Uh-huh, yeah.
Do you wanna focus on this now?
- Yeah, sure. I'm sorry--sorry.
- Mm-hmm, okay.
So, three years, right?
- Uh-huh, three years. - Okay, cool.
So when we're here at Brookhaven,
we have to make our customers feel really special.
- ♪ I can't get you off my mind ♪
♪ Ay, ay, ay ♪
♪
- [beep]
- Preston, um...this is Danni.
I'm sure you know.
If you could, uh, call me.
I know that, um...
I know that reaction was kind of big for you.
And, uh...
- ♪
- I wanna talk about it.
Uh, I forwarded the work calls to my phone, so...
I'm on a break, so...
If you can call me now, that would be great.
Bye.
- [beep]
- ♪
- [cell phone rings]
- Higher Airlines.
- HENRY: Danni!
- ♪
- What are you doing yelling on my phone, old man?
- HENRY: I'm sorry!
- What is it?
- HENRY: Have you seen Zac?
- Do I look like his keeper to you?
- HENRY: He lives with you.
- How do you know that?
- HENRY: We all know that.
- First of all, he's a roommate.
Second of all, he don't live there no more.
- HENRY: Yeah. Well, he is about to be fired.
He hasn't called or come in today.
- [sighs] What?! Say it again?
- HENRY: Yeah.
He hasn't called or come in today.
- Okay, uh, uh, that's not like him.
- HENRY: I know it's not.
All we did to get him this job. - I know.
- HENRY: And it wasn't easy with his record.
- I know. Let me just call him.
- HENRY: I called!
It's going to voicemail.
- Well, damn, something must be wrong.
Look, listen, I'll--I'll figure it out.
Just...cover for him.
- HENRY: Whoa!
I can't do my work and his!
- See, your old ass needs to retire.
You can't lift bags.
We sick of it. Everybody been saying it.
- HENRY: Danni, that's wrong. - I don't care.
You can't lift two people's bags?
Just--just--just cover for him.
- HENRY: [laughs] If the boss finds out--
- Don't -- with me.
I'm tell--let me explain something
to you, you old piece of shit!
Cover for this boy.
Damn!
Ain't the old supposed to teach the young or something?
- HENRY: [laughs] Danni!
What are you gonna do for me if I do?
- I ain't give-- - [call ends]
- ♪ Have you ever had thoughts ♪
- [cell phone rings]
- ♪ Telling you that you're not good enough ♪
- [cell phone rings]
- Hey girl.
- Hey.
- Have you seen Zac?
- He's in jail.
- For what, Karen?
- KAREN: Came to the hotel last night.
- What hotel?
- Look, Danni, I'm busy, okay?
Can you just--
- DANNI: I don't give a shit, Karen.
He's about to lose his job and they callin' me.
- Okay, well, he should have thought about that before.
- What did he do?
- KAREN: Came to the hotel, broke into the room,
and got into it with Aaron. - DANNI: Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You and the preacher was at a hotel?
- KAREN: Okay, Danni-- - Uh-uh.
Hoe, tell me.
- Yes, okay?
Yes, we were.
And Zac came, broke in.
Security came, and--and he went to jail.
I ain't bailing him out.
- Karen, he could lose his job.
- KAREN: I don't care, okay?
He need to leave me alone.
- [sighs] All right, okay.
- KAREN: Can I go now?
- You know, your ass is gonna regret this shit
when you calm down.
- I am not gonna regret it, okay?
I'm not.
- Whatever.
- Bye. - DANNI: Bye.
- ♪
- Oh, hey, girl, hey.
What's up?
- I got him.
- Got who?
- Bellamy.
- Oh. - Yeah.
I went to my job today.
Got his ass on tape.
- Okay, well--
- I played it for Mr. Benson and the board.
- That's incredible! What--
- Mm-hmm.
They're reviewing the case now.
He's gonna get the evidence from the FBI.
- Okay.
Then why you look so unhappy?
- I'm pretty sure Gary's telling the truth.
- Oh, you think so?
- They set him up.
Also...
- Also what? What?
- I saw Paris today.
- Paris?
That--that man that dropped you off?
- That man that dropped me off.
- Okay, Andi, I know when something's going on...
- He asked me to dinner.
I don't know, every time I see him, we just click.
- Mm. Click. - Yeah.
- Click.
But you got Gary.
- Do I?
- What do you mean by that? - I mean, I love him.
But he wants me to move out of my house
into some house in the country.
And Jasmine told me he would isolate me.
- Okay, but you can't believe everything she says--
- But he tried. Didn't he?
And his ass is always so jealous of everything.
- Hey, let me ask you this.
Let me just ask you this one question.
- No, he never hit me.
- Okay, but yelled at you.
- I mean, of course, in an argument.
- He say crazy stuff to you?
- No, Karen.
- You sure? - Karen!
It happened in college. - Okay. All right.
- I promise you it'll never happen again and I mean it.
- I won't ask again.
I know you can't trust his wife, but...there could be some truth
in what she's saying.
She knows him.
- All I know is what he showed me.
- Girl. Girl, what-- - I know.
- What is all this? Where did you get this?
- He sent me this from jail.
- How much is it?
- $250,000.
Yes.
So I'm gonna go take it to the bank.
- You can't put that in the bank, though.
- I can put it in a safety deposit box.
- Okay. Wow. - Mm-hmm. I know.
- What the hell?
- He was worried about me. - Okay, but where did he get it?
- I don't know.
I guess rich people keep that kind of cash around.
- That's true, that's true. With all this money,
does that mean you can get your place back?
- I'm gonna try like hell.
- Okay, good.
- All right, I'm gonna to the bank.
And then I'm gonna see him.
- Oh, and look, I hired someone to clean up my place,
so you can come over tonight.
- What, Zac didn't finish?
- He's in jail.
- What?
- Mm-hmm.
Uh...I was at the hotel last night with Aaron, right?
And--and--and--and--and he--
he broke in and-- and got arrested.
- Karen... - Hm? It ain't my fault!
It ain't my fault. They got into it.
What, he's in jail! I ain't bailing him out.
- Damn. You know you're wrong.
- Why am I wrong? He broke into--
- Karen, it don't make no sense
for you to let this man sit in jail.
- I'm saying, though! I'm saying--
- You know what? It's none of my business.
- It ain't. - That's your man, okay?
- It ain't my man either. - Okay.
- Don't even say that. - Okay. All right.
- Just go.
- Karen, I like your dress. - Thank you.
- It looks like wallpaper. Free my -- .
- Andi! Andi, that ain't nice!
That ain't right!
Why you gotta be a lawyer for him?
Ain't nobody never on my side.
I'm sorry, girl, you don't need that.
- ♪
- SABRINA; Okay, the customers, they matter a lot to us here.
And we like to make sure that--
- [whimpers]
- Maurice!
- Yes?
I'm making it. I'll be there in a minute.
- How are you?
- Hold on. I'm coming, girl.
I'm moving as fast as I can.
You know, I've been through this shit.
Don't pressure me.
- ♪
- Oh, oh--
- Girl, I'm barely making it.
- I can see that.
Are you okay?
- Who's he?
- This is Jacobi. Jacobi, Maurice.
- Hi. You need some help? Are you all right?
You okay? - Are you a new employee?
- Yes, I am.
- Hm.
- How's he doing?
- He's actually catching on really fast.
- Really fast.
Well, can you fastly move out of my spot?
- Well... - Well, Miss Mims wanted--
- -- her!
I'll call her.
Yeah?
I'll call anybody.
Just get him the -- out of my spot.
Move him.
- Okay. Okay, um,
you might just wanna...come around safely.
- All right, sure. - This way would be great.
- Excuse me. Sorry. - Go ahead that way.
You're safer on this side. - Right here?
- No, move down one more. - Next!
How are you doing?
- JACOBI: Password? - SABRINA: Yeah.
- You ain't got to show him all that shit.
- I'm training him.
- I'll train him.
- Maurice.
- You're busy, Sabrina.
I'll train him.
- Excuse me for one second.
- Sure.
- Yeah. Take a break.
- Look, first of all, what's with the walker?
- Bitch, you see these cameras in here?
- Look, he is a nice guy.
- Is he gay?
- No.
- Child, I could've stayed at the club.
Heh.
- You smell like alcohol.
- That's my ointment for my bruises.
Remember?
- Yeah, okay.
- Are you ready to have a good time tonight?
- Yeah.
- You should invite JuJu.
- Jacobi. - Yes.
- I don't really know that many straight guys
that wanna go to a gay bar.
- Yeah, not if nobody knows it.
Mm-hmm.
He's cute.
- Yeah.
And funny.
- You like him.
- [scoffs] No.
- You sure?
- Yeah, Maurice, I'm sure.
- Uh-huh, bitch, I'm just asking.
He is very fine.
Damn.
- I noticed, yeah.
- But ain't nobody fine enough to be in my spot.
Don't let it happen again.
- You know I got you.
- Uh-huh. - Mm-hmm.
Let me go over there and train him and stop being so...
Actually, excuse me, Jacobi.
I'll be right back.
- Hey.
Hi, Maurice. - You look cute, girl.
- ANDI: Oh, thank you. - Hey.
- That means a lot coming from you.
- Hey. - Hey.
- How did it go?
- Great. - Great.
- How did it go for you?
- Great.
- Good. - Yeah.
- Um...I need a safety deposit box...please?
- Andi... - Mm-hmm.
Can you just give me one, please?
Please?
- Come on. - Mm-hmm.
- Tell me everything.
- I will.
- I'll be right back, gentlemen.
- Hey, uh, Maurice?
So, um...you like working here, man?
- Why do you ask?
- Uh, I--no, I just wanted to know--
- Let me explain something to you, dear.
If you think that you're going to come in here
- --you got another thing coming for you. Shut up!
I will burn this mother-- down with you in it.
- Hey, man, I'm sorry. I was just--
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
You just listen.
Do that.
- Okay, I will do--
- How did you get this job?
- I'm pretty qualified, bro.
- MAURICE: Bullshit.
I know Miss Mims. You're her type.
You had to -- her to get this job?
- Yeah, bro, that is really inappropriate.
- MAURICE: You have a neck tattoo.
That's inappropriate.
- Let's...just--yeah.
Let's just get to work, man. How about that?
- ♪
- OFFICER RAYAH: [laughs]
Yo, man, you still here? - Do I have a choice?
- I don't know. Maybe you got some, uh--
some super powers and you can just
squeeze your big-ass head through these bars.
[chuckles]
- How you even think this is funny?
- No, I swear to god, honestly.
I think this is about the saddest thing...
[laughs]
- I'm pretty sure I lost my job.
- Aww!
- Yo, Rayah, go ahead.
Like, I don't even got time for this.
- I know what happened.
You went to the hotel and you saw her with another man.
- Swear to God, y'all think you know everything, huh?
- Yeah, we do, because we are the police.
- Alright, so you know I don't wanna -- talk to you, then.
- So if, um...
if I can get you out of here...
what you gonna do for me, Zac?
- You really saying that?
- [laughs] I'm just messing with you, man. [laughs]
- Whatever, no you're not.
- OFFICER RAYAH: No, listen, listen.
I--I--I want you to take me out.
- I know what that means. - No, but hear me out.
I want you to take me to dinner.
A proper dinner.
So you can tell me how sorry you are for dogging me out.
- Oh my god, we was kids, man.
- Yeah, and the shit still hurts.
- I was young and stupid, like...
- OFFICER RAYAH: Hm.
Tell me the truth.
Did y'all have a bet? - What?
- You and your little whack-ass team you ran around with.
Did y'all have a bet?
- This cannot be real, bro.
- Did y'all have a bet on who could hit it first?
- You don't wanna know that. - No, I want you to tell me.
- Yes.
- I thought so.
- Sorry.
- Do you know how humiliating it is?
To be the girl that nobody thought was pretty.
And for you, Zachary Taylor, gave me all the attention
that I wanted until you got what you wanted.
- I know. I felt bad about that too.
- Imagine how I felt.
- Rayah, you didn't deserve that.
You didn't.
- Whatever, man.
I'm good.
- You sure? 'Cause if you was good,
you still wouldn't be talking about that shit.
- I don't know, it took me a while to get over that.
Hell, I still don't even know if I can trust anybody.
- Look, I'm sorry. All right?
Like, you--you didn't deserve that.
If I could do it all over again, I would...
I would take back most of it.
- Most of it?
- Yeah, I don't--I don't regret having sex with you.
I mean, you was--you was good.
If I could do it all over again, I'd do some things differently.
- Like what?
- Like treat you like a person for one.
Don't worry about it. I'm being punished for
all of the -- up shit I did in my life.
Trust me. Trust me.
Specially how I treated you, so...
I'm sorry.
- [slow clap]
- I almost believed you.
You're real convincing, Zac. - Almost.
- Yeah, I still ain't gonna let your ass out.
- I knew you couldn't let me out.
That don't mean that I didn't mean what I said.
- [sighs] Whatever.
You can go free.
- What? - OFFICER RAYAH: Yeah.
- How? - Your bail's been made.
- ♪
- Did you...
- Nah, -- .
You know I ain't gonna give you no $5,000 out of my money.
- All right.
- [scoffs]
- Then who?
- I don't know.
But you wanna stay here or you don't?
- Nope.
- ♪
- I'm sorry.
- Goes a long way with me, Zac.
- I mean it.
- I hope so.
- ♪
- Go ahead.
- ♪
- [door shuts]
- ♪
- You got me out? - Yeah.
- I don't even know what to say.
- Well, you can start by telling me
how you got put here in the first place.
- Right.
- I'm hungry.
Come on.
Man, get off of me and get in the car.
- ♪
- [knocking] - Oh, shit.
- What? - Look.
- Open the door.
- How did you know he was coming?
- He text me.
- Hi, Karen.
- How you doing?
- I'm okay. - PAM: I'm okay too.
- [chuckles] I'm sorry. Hi.
- How are you? - I'm good.
- I'm Pam.
- Yeah, we met, right?
- That's right. You the one whose wife--
- Go home, Pam. - PAM: What?
- Go home.
- You told me to clean up.
- You can do it tomorrow.
- You know you gonna be cussing in the morning
if this place ain't clean. - I said...tomorrow!
- [laughs] Oh, y'all trying to be alone.
- Goodbye, Pam. Bye. Bye.
- I'm leaving.
- Mm-hmm.
- Can I get my purse? - Ain't much in it.
- Duh, 'cause you don't pay me enough.
- I don't pay you to be nosy, Pam.
Have a good night.
- Bye.
- Take care, Pam.
[chuckles]
- Um...I'm sorry.
- No, I'm the one that's sorry.
Bringing you to that hotel and then drinking--
- We didn't do nothin'.
- We did something.
- I didn't do nothin'.
- Right. - Mm-hmm.
- But I did.
And I know I should regret it.
I should feel ashamed. But... [sighs]
I just wanted you so bad.
And I still do.
Like, I only know extremes. I'm sorry.
- What you mean?
- Well, I--I don't have a middle.
Okay? I'm just-- I'm either all in or I'm not.
- Well, that can be a good thing.
Or it could be a real...
...bad thing. - Bad thing.
Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I just...
[sighs]
- Look, I ain't coming to the hotel with you tonight.
- Okay.
Well, do you wanna get some dinner?
- I actually have plans.
You know, some friends are celebrating another friend
at a bar.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- Well, would you mind if I tag along?
- Oh, it's a gay bar, so...
- Okay. - Okay?
Like, that's fine with you?
A gay bar?
- Yeah, why wouldn't it be?
- No, no reason. Just...okay.
- Look, I don't have judgment towards anyone, right?
Look at my life.
- Right, that's true, true.
- Well, I can drive if you wanna drink tonight.
- Oh, you don't wanna drink no more?
- I learned my lesson last time.
I'm just gonna take that as a sign, all right?
That I'm done. - Okay.
- I prayed about it and everything, so I'm good.
- Okay. [laughs] - So come on.
Let's get out of here.
- Okay.
- ♪
- I wanna talk, okay? So call me. Please.
- Hey.
- [footsteps]
- I just got in the door.
- Okay, well, let's go because Andi took my car.
I have a rideshare outside.
I think we're gonna be drinking.
You know, I'm ready for this party toni--
What's wrong with you?
- I think I might have done something
or acted a little stupid.
- Danni, you act stupid all the time.
- Really, bitch? - What?
Go ahead, what is it?
- So, Preston handcuffed me to the bed.
- What? Really?
- Yes. - Shit.
- So he handcuffed me to the bed and he wouldn't--
- Wait, is this gonna get really kinky, though?
- Bitch, are you talking to me about kinky--
- Yeah.
- --when you -- a 6-foot vibrator up your man's ass?
- Okay. All right, Danni. It wasn't 6 feet.
- All right, then let me tell you what happened.
- Go on. - He handcuffed me to the bed.
- Mm-hmm.
- I was asking him to un-cuff me.
I needed to use the bathroom.
And he was standing over me in that cowboy hat.
And he was like, "Beg me."
- Oh, I mean, that sounds sexy.
- He was like, "Gal, beg me."
- Wait, the white man? - Yeah.
- In the cowboy hat?
- While I'm chained up.
- Chains? - Industrial.
Like, he went big.
And hands me a pot to piss in.
- Whoa. Really, Danni?
I didn't know you were into that.
- Oh, my gosh.
- I mean, Danni.
- What?
- You are dating a white man.
- First of all, we're not dating.
- Then what do you call it?
- --.
- Okay, anyway, what did you say?
- I don't know, I said something about Malcolm X
and Al Sharpton and Billy Dee Williams,
they all would be very proud.
- Billy Dee?
- Yeah, I don't know.
- Well, I mean, Danni, you did tell us he was green.
Do you feel like you overreacted?
- I don't know.
But he's not calling me back. [chuckles]
- I'm sorry.
- Girl, come on.
- What?
- Let's just go hang out with all them men that don't want me.
You know, this is my life. Let's go.
- Hold on a second. You're going like this?
- Yeah. They don't want me anyway.
- But you're in your uniform.
You wanna get--you know? - Fits me kind of well.
They don't care. They don't care.
Let's just go.
- All right, well, chipper up! 'Cause tonight's about love!
- You know, I don't even like Maurice.
Why do I have to go?
- [whispers] Are you sure you wanna wear that?
- Yeah, why not?
I'm already dressed.
- Yeah, the queens wouldn't be happy with this outfit.
- I don't give a shit, okay?
It's either this or nothing, you know?
- The queens know how to catch a man.
- [claps] - Ready?
- That's cute. That's real cute.
- ♪
♪
- Hey.
- Hi.
- I just wanna hug you right now.
Well, thanks for coming to see me.
- Thanks for my package.
- God, I'm so sorry about all of this.
I'm sorry. - Gary, listen, listen.
I went to my job.
And I basically got a confession from Bellamy.
- Really? - Yeah.
So the owner of the firm is working with the FBI
and the federal prosecutors.
He has some friends in high places and...
he's gonna help you.
- Will help us.
- Yeah, us.
- You--you said "you."
- Well, I'm not really in this...
- You lost all of your stuff.
- Yeah. - But--
Don't worry about all that.
Tomorrow morning, I'm getting all that untangled, all right?
- Thank you.
- ♪
- Hey, is that, um...
Is that guy Hayden helping you?
- Yeah, he's been great.
A great help.
- Why do you need him?
- Gary, you're...
you're in jail.
And you're asking me about Hayden?
Are you jealous? - No, no, no, no.
I just--I just--I just want to know how much he's helping you.
That's all.
- I don't like this jealousy thing.
It's insulting and...I--I don't like it. I don't like it.
- What do you mean? - I mean it's insulting.
You think that I'm sleeping with every man I work with.
- Look, I just know them. I know men.
- I don't give a damn if you know them. You should know me.
- Okay, okay... - I don't like this.
- Look...I just don't want you to leave me.
Okay? That's it.
- Why would I do that?
- Are you kidding me?
I mean...all this shit that I've been putting you through?
- Gary...baby, I am here because I love you.
I just--I don't like the jealousy thing.
- And I just don't like you talking to them.
- ♪
- You don't really have a choice, now, do you?
- ♪
- Wow.
That's what you're gonna say to me?
I mean, I'm your man. - My married man.
- Okay, you know that situation. - Yeah, I do.
And I've been patient with you the whole time
because you said that it was over.
- And I'm not lying to you.
- And now I left dealing with this shit?
I am not gonna deal with you being jealous too.
You need to pick a struggle.
- Okay. Why are you here?
- What?
- Why are you here?
I'm gonna be jealous over what's mine.
That's just the way it is and it ain't changing.
- And what if I don't like it?
- You've made it very clear that you don't like it.
- So let me get this straight.
You don't want me to talk to the man
that's gonna help me get my things back?
- Andi, that little apartment ain't shit.
Baby, I'm trying to give you the world.
And...you're out here trying to live regular.
- My apartment ain't shit? - Look, I--I--
- No, you said exactly what you meant.
And I am tired of you dismissing my job
and everything I worked my ass off to get!
- Wait, wait, wait. What are you saying?
You know--you know they did this to me.
Right?
- That still remains to be seen.
- ♪
- Wow.
I don't know you at all, do I?
- I don't know you either.
- Okay, well, get out of here. This is over. We're done.
- Excuse me? - We're done?
This is over.
Okay, my guy got me a lawyer.
She will help me get out of here.
So you can go.
- I am so sorry. - Yeah, you are.
- No, I wasn't talking to you! I'm saying sorry to myself
for dealing with your dumb ass all this time.
- Andi, don't talk to me like that!
- You know, my life was good before I met you.
I was happy. And you -- my life up!
- Yeah, right.
What, going from man to man, Andi?
Right.
- Wow. You know what?
She also told me you would be mean,
and I should've believed her.
- So you were talking to her. - Oh, my god.
- Oh, shit. You're in this--
- Guard! - Listen to me.
Don't call me anymore.
And I want my money.
Every -- dime.
- You listen to me.
I ain't giving you shit.
- ♪
- DANNI: Next on "Sistas."
- I am done. I mean it.
You know he got jealous because
I was trying to get Hayden to help his ass?
He don't know who he's talking to.
- For some reason, I like you. And I want to see you win.
- Quick question. Um, do you do gay bars?
- What's wrong with you? - She got handcuffed to the bed.
- BOTH: Ooh!
- And she got mad.
- Hurry up, bitch!
I got to get dolled up!
It'll take me a while to get in all this drag.
- [unintelligible]
- Shots!
- ♪