(ethereal music)
(diamonds clattering)
- [Narrator] Previously on "The Dirty D".
- Did you fuck Ice to get in this club?
- What?
Hell no, I didn't fuck Ice!
Girl, I know you love that nigga.
I'd never do no fucked up shit like that.
- I'm out.
It was supposed to be a quick ass lick.
I'm not going to jail or I'm getting killed over this shit.
Just let me know where the drop at.
- Paternity report?
Why the fuck would she have this?
(ominous music)
- Damn, clumsy ass nigga, man.
Fuck is this?
- I don't know what yo' sneaky ass is up to,
but stay the fuck away from Bailey!
Whatever we got is done.
Unless you stop with these motherfucking games.
- I need a signature Lemon Drop,
and a Sex on the Beach delivered to that table.
(phone camera clicking)
(gun firing) (window shattering)
(engine revving)
(upbeat hip-hop music)
* Ready, yo, ready *
* She said she wanna go to Motown *
* Wanna see how it is *
* That's 'case she know that it ain't no town *
* In the world that can sound like this *
* She wanna kick it into drive *
* She wanna move forward on with her life *
* Fast cars, fast life, that's my town *
* Living in the fast lane, can't slow down *
* Come and visit Motown *
* City of the blues *
* Feel like Berry Gordy when I step inside this booth *
* I need a Diana who gon' come and sing the tunes *
* Or I could hit up Sade if I need to bust a move *
* Yeah, baby, I'm from Motown *
* Wanna see how it is *
* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *
* In the world that can sound like this *
* She wanna kick it into drive *
* She wanna move forward on with her life *
* Fast cars, fast life, that's my town *
* Living in the fast lane, can't slow down *
* Come and visit Motown * * Can't slow down *
* It won't slow down *
(ominous music)
(engine revving)
- 04472RF.
04472RF.
- Man, this shit crazy.
I ain't never noticed how many damn parks
there is in Detroit.
Man, we were riding around all day.
- And we gon' keep riding around until we find India.
Blurry ass picture.
Fuck I'm supposed to know where this at?
- Now, let me see it
- Hey, bruh,
you see that?
- What?
- That's one of them green light cameras.
They run on real time.
They pick up shit like license plate numbers,
all kinds of stuff.
Why don't you hit up Shawn
and see if he can run the plate numbers for you?
- Man, fuck Shawn!
Nigga been acting weird as hell lately.
I think I got somebody that can look into it.
Let's get up outta here.
(ominous music)
- Oh, damn, my fucking head.
At least I wasn't raped or robbed.
Why the fuck would Seven leave me like this?
Young tried to warn me about that bitch.
(sighs)
(phone buzzing)
- Hello?
- Really?
You just gon' leave me in the fucking parking lot
outside the club?
- Hold on.
When I walked outside,
you was sitting in your car texting somebody.
I offered to drive you home and everything.
You know what?
(phone dings)
Look at your phone.
(phone dings)
I got in the car with you and waited.
You started talking to somebody,
told them you were good, (indistinct)
and you was waiting on (indistinct).
- (indistinct) you can kiss yo' job goodbye.
- That must be these messages between me and Young.
- Young?
- [Rae] Girl, I wasn't gon' say anything,
but that's who I've been kicking it with lately.
I'm (indistinct).
- He doesn't really seem like your type.
Well, good thing for me, he's not.
My type hasn't really worked out in the past.
My daughter's father put me through so much.
- And you think Young is gonna be any better?
What pretty boy you know that don't cheat,
especially cops that work the hours that they do?
- Well, good thing for me, I will be the work wife,
but look, I gotta go.
I gotta get my daughter ready,
and I gotta hurry up and get home
and get myself together before I drop her off.
- Okay, well, call me when you.
(dial tone beeps)
Hello?
That's strike two, bitch.
(ominous music)
* Swing low, sweet chariot *
* Coming for to carry me home *
* Swing low *
* Sweet chariot *
* Coming for to carry me home *
(keyboard clicking)
- Hey, girl, what the hell are you doing back so soon?
- Girl, I couldn't in that house another day.
It was too depressing.
- Yeah, I heard about the baby,
and I'm real sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.
- But how are you feeling?
- I'm just taking it a day at a time.
- That's all you really can do.
- [Lashay] Thank you.
- I need to talk to you.
- [Lashay] Levi, what are you doing here?
- Find us somewhere to talk in private now.
- Okay, come on.
Levi, what the hell is wrong with you?
- What's wrong?
What's wrong is my sister is so damn stupid
and caught up on living this fairytale of a fucking life
that she's willing to risk losing her job
and possibly getting me implemented in a scandal
if it was to ever come out about what you did.
- Wait, what did I do?
- Don't play stupid with me, Shay!
Now, I found those damn test results
underneath the sofa pillow at mama's house
when I was looking for my wallet.
- Let me explain. - Explain what?
How could you possibly explain why you have
this man's confidential DNA test results in your possession?
Now, I mean you've done some shit in the past
that I didn't agree with,
but never in a million fucking years would I have thought
that you would stoop this low, Shay.
- I didn't. - Just stop.
Now, it's one thing when you lie to other people,
but it's a whole 'nother problem
when you start lying to yourself.
- Levi, would you just listen to me?
Listen to what, Shay, more of your lies?
Look, you probably got mama fooled
with this innocent act that you be putting on,
but not me.
I mean, I've worked my ass off to get where I am today,
and I'll be damned if I let you tear that down
with any more of your dumb decisions, Shay!
- What's that supposed to mean?
- What it means is that you
and your decisions are no longer my problem
or part of my life.
(melancholic music)
(machine beeping)
- I'll be back to reset your monitor.
(car alarm blaring)
- How you feeling?
- Relieved,
confused,
exhausted.
I really thought they was gon' kill me.
Every day, I was praying to god, "Please don't let me die!"
- I can't believe this shit even happened.
Promise I'll never let no shit like that happen again, hear?
- Have you heard from Kyra?
(person knocking)
- Excuse me, Ms. Richards.
How you feeling?
- I'm all right.
- Good.
When your lab results came back,
besides some bruising and some minor lacerations,
everything looks normal.
Now, you are slight dehydrated.
So we're gonna run some fluids through your IV
just to just to be on the safe side, okay?
- Okay.
- When will she be discharged?
- I'll have a nurse come check on her vitals
after we get some fluids in her. And if her vitals are fine,
then, hey, you're good to go.
Say about three or four hours, give or take.
- Appreciate it, doctor.
- All right, no problem.
Ms. Richardson, now,
you have been through a traumatic experience.
So I need you to take it easy for a couple weeks, okay?
All right, I mean give yourself some time to heal,
both mentally and physically, all right?
All right, that nurse will be in to see you shortly, okay?
You have a good one.
- Excuse me, doctor.
Yeah, we were notified that it was
an assault victim brought in today.
- Yes, I was the one who made the call.
- Okay, can you give us the victim's name?
- India Richardson.
- Now, would you say she's in any condition
to be interviewed?
- Yes, she didn't have any major injuries.
We were getting ready to give her an IV.
- We can come back later if it's not a good time.
- It might be better to interview her now rather than later.
- Why is that?
- More than likely she'll be discharged in a few hours.
- Okay, can we get the room number?
- Yeah, right here, right in 102.
- All right, thank you, doctor.
We're probably gonna have to have you fill out
an incident report before we leave.
- No problem.
I have a few patients to check on.
If you need me, get with the nurse at the nurses station,
and she'll check it.
- All right, thanks, doc.
- All right, have a good one.
- You have a good one.
(person knocking)
- [Young] Ms. Richardson?
I'm Officer Young.
This is Officer Shawn.
We'd like to ask you a few questions about the incident.
- What type of questions?
- Well, we just wanna know what happened.
- Ain't it in the fucking report I filled out?
- Look, calm down, sir.
These just standard questions
we have to ask the victim of a crime.
That's it.
- All I remember is leaving the club, talking on the phone.
Next thing I know, I'm being dragged in a van
or a SUV, something.
- Hold on, ma'am.
A van or an SUV?
- Yeah.
- Those are two completely different vehicles.
You mean to tell me you're confused
as to which vehicle it was?
- Man, what type of fucking question is that?
- Look, ma'am, is there anything distinctive
that you can recollect about the vehicle
that you were abducted in?
Anything?
- Everything happened so fast.
My back was to the vehicle.
I was hit in the head and passed out,
and when I woke up, I was tied to a chair in the basement.
- The basement.
Can you describe this basement?
- (scoffs) This nigga, bro.
Describe the fucking basement?
- Just trying to do our job, sir.
That's it.
Ma'am, do you remember the carpet, furniture,
window, smell, anything?
- [India] The only thing I remember
is the chair I was tied to.
(India groans) - That's enough
of these weak ass questions, bro.
Everybody know this police department don't solve shit!
Y'all the motherfuckers committing all the crimes!
- Yeah, and it's niggas like you that's part of the problem,
making our job harder than it needs to be.
- Fuck yo' job!
- Ms. Richardson, if you can think of anything else,
give us a call.
- Fuck outta here.
Have a good day, officers!
- Yeah, you have a better one.
Come on.
- Man, you gotta learn how to relax a little bit, man.
(door clicks)
- Man, I just hate wannabe tough ass motherfucker
like that, man.
- Give him a pass, dude.
Probably still uptight about his girl
being missing, you know?
(phone dings)
Hey, man, I got some shit to handle.
I'll meet you at the station.
- Man, this motherfucker's always in a rush, man.
(ominous music)
- These niggas got me fucked up.
(person knocking)
(door squeaks)
Did you get it?
- All right, look, I'ma give you this.
You can't tell nobody you got this shit from me, though.
If the department found out I've been looking up information
in the system not related to police work,
I'ma get fired.
- I got you.
- I'm serious as hell.
This shit illegal.
I ain't trying to lose my job.
- What about someone shooting at my car
and trying to kill me?
Isn't that shit illegal?
- I mean, it is.
That's why you call the police, you know?
Make a police report,
not look up information on the shooter.
- Listen, Shawn, kill the whole by-the-book shit.
I'm from the streets,
and one thing I can easily peep
is a street nigga when I see one.
- Street nigga?
Look, I'm a cop.
- Take it off.
- Excuse me?
- The shirt, nigga, take it off.
Prove me wrong.
- You sure you wanna go there? (suspenseful music)
- Just like I thought, a street nigga.
- So what about Kyra?
- What about her?
You said it ain't nothing serious, right?
* Took a couple rounds *
(Cash panting) * But we're jumping *
* Off the ground *
* Ain't no turning back now, no, no, no *
* Who would've believed that we'd be *
* Living on a cloud of dreams *
Oh, yes.
* Longing to be free *
* Free from all the many things *
* That made it all, just see * (Cash moaning)
* Pushing through this crazy maze, the hazy days *
* Our ups and downs will never get the best of us *
* We'll never drown turning inward *
* There's so much power when you inward *
Oh, yes.
Oh, god.
* We'll never drown turning inward *
(Cash panting)
* There's so much power when you inward *
Oh, yes.
(traffic droning)
(machine beeping)
(machine whirring)
(ominous music)
- Where the fuck did I put it?
- Malaysia?
- Yes.
- Look, I'm in here losing my damn mind,
because I could have swore that I put
that file right here in this cabinet.
Please tell me you've seen it.
- You mean the one we put in the back room
when we were cleaning out your office?
- Oh, shit. (laughs)
Damn, I forgot all about that.
You know I say this all the time,
but you are truly, truly, truly a lifesaver.
Thank you.
- You're welcome,
but if I'm such a lifesaver,
why did you break up with me again?
- Oh my god.
Please don't start that today, all right?
Because when I even found out
that you were the one hired for this position
and I started the paperwork to get you transferred
over to the other department, you begged me not to,
because you promised that you wouldn't allow
our past dealings to interfere
with our business relationship.
Am I correct?
- You're right.
I'm sorry.
Sometimes, I just miss what we had.
- Yeah, honestly, sometimes I do, too.
I mean, I can't deny it.
We did have an amazing bond.
- We did.
- Yeah.
(laughs) And we had a lot of good days,
but boy oh boy, did we have a lot of bad ass days, too?
- It was me.
I had a lot of growing to do,
and honestly, back then I was just selfish.
I didn't care about you having to put in 15, 20 hours
as assistant district attorney to become the prosecutor.
So instead, I just constantly complained about stupid shit
like you not being able to spend time with me.
- Wow, you really have matured, I see.
- It took a lot of self reflection after losing you.
Look, can I ask you something?
- You can ask me anything?
- Do you ever see yourself getting back with me again?
(Levi chuckles)
(Levi sighs)
- Honestly, I can't say yes,
but at the same time, I won't say no either.
I mean, I would be lying if I said
I didn't still love you, Malaysia,
but that's a bridge that we can cross
if and when we get back to it.
So in the meantime,
let's do our best to keep it professional.
- I'll try.
- And you can start by not wearing
all those tight ass dresses and skirts to work either.
Yeah, you ain't slick.
You trying to tempt me.
- Is it working?
- You know it is.
- All right, well, let me get back to work.
I gotta make some copies for tomorrow.
- All right.
Hey.
You know I've been meaning to ask you
how did you even get this position in the first place,
especially with so many other people who applied
with way more years of experience than you?
I guess I was just wondering
how you managed to pull that off.
- Well, when you have friends in high places,
anything is possible.
See you later.
- See you.
(gentle music)
- Hey, babe, you switched it up on me?
What's wrong?
- I'm just really worried about Kyra.
She haven't checked on me.
That's not like her at all.
- I was waiting for you to get home to tell you this.
- Tell me what?
- Babe, Kyra missing.
- What the fuck you mean Kyra missing?
- Relax.
- Think she ran off with that cop nigga.
- [India] What?
- Yeah, her ex, whoever the fuck the nigga is.
- Terrance?
Nah, she don't even fuck with that nigga no more.
- How many times y'all say y'all done fucking with a nigga
and be right back fucking with him?
- Okay, but I know my friend,
and if she gon' run off with anybody,
it ain't gon' be no Terrance.
- Since you know your friend,
you know he proposed?
Exactly.
Quit thinking you know everybody.
Man, I don't wanna talk about them.
Wanna talk about you.
Feel good to have you back.
- I know you sick of me.
I just don't feel comfortable staying
at my house by myself yet.
- Babe, I told you my crib yo' crib.
Forgot I asked you to be my wife
before all this shit happened?
- I can't believe them ho ass niggas took my ring!
- Man, fuck that ring.
Look, when you feeling up to it,
we gon' get you the biggest ring in that bitch.
Feel me?
- Ice.
- What? - I know damn well
you ain't trying to get no pussy and I just got home.
- Oh, babe, nah.
Unless you trying to.
- I swear niggas ain't shit.
- I ain't shit? - No.
- Man, I ain't looked at
or touched another bitch since you been gone.
So I'm wrong for wanting some pussy from my girl?
- Wow.
No.
You wrong for wanting some pussy
from your girl who just got home
from being from the hospital from being kidnapped.
(Ice sighs)
- I'm sorry.
(melancholic music)
- I'm just never gon' feel safe
until I know why this happened to me.
- Babe, don't worry about that.
Streets talk.
When they talk,
I'll be listening.
I gotta get up outta here.
- Wait, what?
I thought you was staying with me today.
- [Ice] I gotta take care of something down at the club.
(doorbell rings)
That must be my UPS package.
I'll be back later.
- Whatever.
(keys jingling)
- Yeah.
Give your mama a hug.
All right, babe. - Hey, baby.
Go in your room and play, okay?
(feet pattering)
Rae, what the hell you doing here?
- Did you forget you were supposed to keep
your daughter this weekend?
I told you about this weeks ago, Ice.
- Weeks ago? You know how much shit I've been through
in the last couple weeks?
- Everyone goes through shit.
Unfortunately, I'm a mom, so I have to figure it out.
For the last year, all you've done is consistently come up
with excuses on why you can't keep your daughter.
- While I've been trying to run a club.
- You act like I don't work.
We're supposed to split parenting time
and responsibilities 50/50 per court order.
- Rae, I can't do this shit today.
- Today,
I don't feel well,
and I have to work a double.
Figure it out.
- [India] What's going on here?
- Hm, nice to finally meet you, India.
- Mn-hm.
- You can relax with the attitude.
I'm not the baby mama that's gon' bring problems
unless I have to.
You certainly have a type.
- Whatever.
- Welcome home.
- I need you to watch her for a couple minutes.
- (scoffs) I know you lying.
- It'll only be a couple minutes.
I just gotta go to the club
and take Brittney the key to the safe.
- You giving Brittney a key to the safe?
- Look, you gon' do it or not?
- No, you better call your mama or something.
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(door squeaks)
- Brittney at?
- She upstairs.
- Man, what the fuck going on?
- Whatever you want it to be.
* Galaxy, then universe *
* Tried everything to make it work *
* We can't stop * (Treausre panting)
* No, we can't stop the sky from falling *
* Lights go down *
* Do you even know if I'm even around *
* And I have found *
(Treasure moaning) * Lights have made me blind *
* And I'm losing my mind and *
(car horn honking)
- There she is.
- I did the job.
Don't.
I don't want all of these people in my business.
- Why?
You trying to hide me from the world?
Or the world from me?
- Shut up.
It's not even like that.
You know being a woman in this department
is already hard enough trying to get
y'all men to respect me.
Imagine if the other officers
know we're personally involved.
They would never take me serious.
- So you saying we 'bout to be sleeping together soon?
- Stop it.
- What time you off?
- Eight.
- Good, me too.
How 'bout I go grab us a pizza?
I'll come through tonight.
We can watch one of them girly ass flicks y'all like.
- It's my week with my daughter, so she will be home.
- Okay, then I guess we watching some kiddy shows and shit.
- Kiddy shows and shit?
- Yeah.
Whatever I gotta do
to spend some time with you.
I'll see you tonight.
- See you tonight.
I can't believe that liquor still got me feeling sick.
I need to see if somebody got some aspirin or something.
- Hm.
They're cute,
but they will not be for long.
(ominous music)
- Hang on a second.
Lynn, can you bring me file 19-6-70?
Thank you.
(phone clicks)
- Here's that case file that you asked for.
- Thank you.
- Is there anything else I can help you with here?
- Yeah, I wish.
You know I got all these open files in front of me.
On a daily basis, I got evidence coming up missing
for no logical damn reason.
- Well, you do know that there's a logical explanation.
You just might not wanna hear it.
- You know at this point I think I'm pretty open
to hearing just about anything.
- Well, Terrance might not be the only corrupt cop
within this department.
He just might be the only one that's gotten caught,
so far anyway.
If you need anything else, I'll be at my desk.
(Captain sighs)
(ominous music)
- The fuck is that?
Fuck going on?
Fuck are we missing?
Wait a second.
(ominous music) (phone buzzing)
(Marcus sighs)
- Hey.
- Hey, yeah, it's me.
Yeah, I think I just might have found something
that we missed in one of our crime scenes.
- All right.
- Yeah, I'm heading over there right now.
All right, I'ma have Lynn text you
the address to it, all right?
I'll meet you over there.
- Okay.
- Hey, I need you to text this address
to Officer Thompson, all right?
And clear my calendar for the rest of the day.
- What the hell is going on now?
(ominous music)
- [Marcus] Baby?
- [Yaya] Hm?
- I gotta go.
- [Yaya] Hm, now?
- Yeah.
- I thought you were off today.
- Well, captain called.
He said he had some information on one of our cases, so.
(Marcus sighs)
- Okay, and that can't wait 'til tomorrow?
(Marcus laughs)
- Nah, solving cases does not wait for anybody.
And speaking of that,
have you heard anything from your husband's case?
- No.
- Have you talked to the officer
that's over the case?
- For what?
Jovan's death certificate provided me
with all the information I need
for his life insurance to pay out.
So no, I'm good.
- Wow.
That's cold.
(Yaya sighs)
- Jovan and I,
we were still together physically,
but emotionally,
we checked out years ago.
Brick wasn't the only one cheating.
- Wow.
- My dear sister Tiffany
and I had a lot more in common than what people knew,
and the only difference was my husband
had enough respect for me.
Brick threw it up in Tiffany's face every time.
- Okay, I get it,
(Marcus laughs)
but don't you at least wanna know
what happened to your husband?
- Why?
I mean, is it gonna bring him back?
No.
So again,
I'm good.
- What happened?
Like what happened in your life to make you this cold?
- Consistently giving a fuck about people
who don't give a fuck would do that to you.
- [Marcus] Okay.
- Each and every time.
- All right, well,
now, you have somebody that does.
- Stop it.
- I just need you to let me, okay?
- I'll try.
- All right. (Yaya laughs)
I gotta go.
- Okay, well, I mean, will you be back tonight?
- Nah, nah, I gotta go to that conference I told you about.
I'll leave tonight.
- Okay, so when will you be back?
- Three days?
- Well, you know what, I guess I'll chill with my sister
and kick it with her while you gone.
- That's good.
That's a good idea, babe.
- We need it. - All right.
(melancholic music)
(picture slaps) (ominous music)
- ID and I need to check your purse.
- Check?
Nah, the only time my bags get checked
is when I'm at the airport.
- No, ID, no entrance.
- Bro.
She good, let her in.
- Good to see you still holding shit down around here.
- Only one way to go.
- (laughs) Speaking of holding shit down,
that last shipment that Brick caught from me
should be running low soon, huh?
- I'm looking to secure some new connections.
- Why?
Got one standing in front of you.
- I didn't think the option to continue
to do business was on the floor,
since you and Brick did have a special arrangement.
- Business is business.
Show must go on.
Look, let me put some numbers together for you,
and I'll be in touch.
(soft music)
- (sighs) Fuck does she want?
Let her in, man.
- Damn, it's like that?
- The fuck do you want, Nikki?
- Let me guess.
Yo' rat ass baby mama got you acting funny?
- No, you packing yo' shit up
and leaving got me acting funny.
- Listen, I didn't even come here to argue with you, Boom.
- Well, what the fuck did you come for?
- (sighs) Listen, I think my baby daddy
got something to do with India getting kidnapped.
- What the fuck made you think that?
- I wasn't even gonna get involved,
but I heard him on the phone with someone
the other day named Cash,
and she mentioned that she worked here.
So I just wanted to let you know
to avoid anybody else coming up missing.
- Where the fuck was you at when you heard
him talking on the phone?
You back fucking that nigga, Nikki?
- No, I'm not fucking with him.
Me and my son miss staying at his house.
- That's when I thought you was different.
Just like the other bitches out here
fucking a nigga for crumbs
and a place to lay yo' head.
- How dare you disrespect me like that.
- You disrespecting yourself, girl.
- Ain't this some shit.
You sitting here judging me for moving out of a house
you moved yo' fucking baby mama into?
- But I ain't fucking Keisha!
- And I'm not fucking with Shawn!
- You might as well.
I'll never fuck with you again.
Fuck out my club, bitch.
(ominous music)
(alarms blaring)
* Yeah, let's go *
* Okay, now it's back to business *
* Gotta show 'em reasons why the team is undefeated *
* In the jungle, wrestle with the demons and the leeches *
* Wanna see me fall, so they join the coalition *
* But I been on a mission, uh *
* Gamble on me, every dollar you should wager, uh *
* Best in my division like I'm Kobe on the Lakers, uh *
* Enemies arriving, I can feel the sense of danger, yeah *
* Here, going to battle, ain't no fear, I never waver, yeah *
* I can never settle *
(Breeze chuckles)
- Boom, glad you could make it,
but who's this?
- Breeze, I want you to meet my partner Cash.
Cash, this is breeze.
- I don't do business with strangers.
- Lucky for you,
I ain't here to do business with you.
Boom is.
(Breeze laughs)
- Boom, I think I like this one.
She not weak like them other bitches.
Grab her a seat.
Shall we get down to business?
(ominous music)
Boom, you know how to play chess?
- Pretty much the same as checkers, right?
- (laughs) Not at all.
You see chess is a game about strategy and patience.
Each move requires very careful consideration.
- Predict every more.
- You must never underestimate
or feel sorry for your opponent because?
- [Boom] They won't feel sorry for you.
- And the most important rule of them all
is the queen is the most valuable piece on the board.
She controls everything,
has the most power.
Hell, she can pretty much do whatever she wants.
You must make smart decisions at all times,
because one bad move
could cost you the whole game.
Checkmate.
(Boom chuckles)
- Good move.
- You see this little piece right here?
Custom made.
Made outta the most valuable porcelain in China.
Cost me 20K.
- 20K, huh?
- Cash.
And I want you to have it as a souvenir.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome,
and you're welcome to come back and play anytime.
We typically play once a week on Thursdays.
- I'll keep that in mind.
- Please do.
- Let's go.
- You know what?
I don't like that nigga.
- You don't have to.
I do.
(dramatic music)
- What the hell was that about?
I thought we was here to secure a connect.
- We did.
- When?
Because I for sure ain't see it.
- It's 'cause the eye only see what it's looking for, Cash.
(dramatic music)
Let's go.
(car horns blowing)
(soft music)
- I don't know.
First you was fucking with Brittney.
Now, you with fucking Treasure.
Kinda like you playing it crazy.
India be in this motherfucker all the time.
It's kinda like you asking for trouble.
Treasure a bad bitch and all,
but she is not worth you losing yo' girl.
- You might be right.
- The fuck he doing here?
- Shit, we 'bout to find out.
- What, nigga?
- Hey, man, why the fuck you always so mad, huh?
- You need to get a hug or some pussy or something?
Nigga, damn.
- Boom, how can I help you?
Know you ain't come down here to harass my security.
- Nah, man, look, I got some information
you might wanna hear about your girl, bro.
- What the fuck you know about India?
- The fuck you get this from?
- Nikki.
- What the fuck Nikki doing with India locket?
- She got it outta her baby daddy pocket, Shawn,
or should I say Officer Shawn?
(Ice scoffs) Yeah.
I hate to drop this fucked up news on you and dip,
but just like you, bro, I got a club to run, so.
Hey, get this big, gorilla, angry nigga some pussy, bro.
Angry niggas is a liability.
- Nigga, fuck you!
- No, nigga.
What you need to do is fuck one of these bitches
clapping ass around here with yo' mad ass.
Damn.
- [Ice] Fuck, man!
- So you believe him?
- Shit, how can't I?
How else he woulda got this?
- That I don't know,
but what I do know is y'all niggas been boys for years.
Y'all should talk before you just jump to conclusions.
I see niggas start beefing
and falling out each and every day over a misunderstanding.
- Man, me and that nigga ain't got shit to talk about.
- But kidnapping?
He a cop, remember?
- Nigga, cops, they the dirty motherfuckers.
They the ones doing all the crime
and thinking they can get away with it.
- So what you gon' do about it?
What any other nigga in my position'll do.
- Need me to roll with you?
- This shit personal, nigga.
(ominous music)
(soft music)
- Well damn, baby, you fine.
- Thank you.
Wait, you look so familiar.
Do I know you from somewhere?
- No,
but maybe we can change that.
- Maybe we can,
but in the meantime,
is there anything I can get for you?
- Let's start with your number.
(Honey laughs)
- Oh, you're persistent, huh?
- [Bishop] When it comes to something I want.
- Hm.
(dramatic music)
- What up, dog?
- What up?
- Ain't been out here in some years, man, shit.
- Figured it was a good spot.
Shit so hot right now.
- [Shawn] Feel that.
- Brought yo' half of the money for last month.
- Appreciate that.
We good?
- Sure, why wouldn't we be?
- That shit at the hospital, man.
I hope you ain't take it personally.
I was just doing my job.
- I ain't sweating.
- How India doing?
- She's solid.
- Solid as in good?
- When you solid, you always good.
- [Shawn] Feel that.
(sighs) Look, man, it's something I've been wanting
to talk to you about.
- Speak yo' mind.
- You ever look back at some shit you done did
and regretted that shit?
- Besides waking up drunk with a ugly bitch?
Nah.
- Every nigga in the world done had that regret.
Look, man, I ain't a man of many words.
I'll be the first to admit I ain't perfect.
It's some shit in my past I ain't too proud of.
Some shit bother me more than others.
- Man, what you getting at? (suspenseful music)
- When you get a chance, read this.
You'll understand better.
We had some time's up here, man, shit.
Spent more time over here getting high than at school.
- Not to mention all the pussy we done got up here.
This motherfucker was the ho inn.
- Back when life was good.
Shit was a lot simpler, man.
(suspenseful music)
- [Ice] Good shit don't last forever, though.
(gun fires) (Shawn screams)
(Shawn thuds) (dog barking)
(dramatic music)
(objects clattering)
- How was my husband's day?
- All right, well, I'm gonna go pick up
my clothes real quick, so.
- Want me to come in there with you?
- No, no worries, I got it.
(door slams)
(suspenseful music)
- Man, charge my phone.
I know she got a charger in this piece.
(dramatic music)
* Maybe, baby, this what flying feels like *
* Yeah *
* Maybe all my exes is drinking themselves crazy tonight *
* Maybe I should call and say, "Told you I'd be right" *
* I told you * * Wondering how long it was *
* Before you realized the biggest mistake of your life *
* And now you're paying the price *
* Oh, is it confidence or confusion *
* Either way I feel like I ain't never losing *
* Your opinion or mine, you know just what I'm choosing *
* I gotta do this *
* 'Cause I can't fall asleep at night *
* Without seeing my dreams *
* Delusion and reality, I'm somewhere in between *
* These voices in my head get loud *
* And they keep telling me *
* That I'm a fool for trusting in these wings *
* Maybe, baby, this what flying feels like *