How you know that dude you're looking for is Deonte Brooks?
'Cause I might believe you.
I got you and you got me, and Jesus.
He's asking to deny spousal support
on the grounds that you've already moved on.
- Have you moved on? - Yes.
But I can't find the motherfucker.
Bitch is working with the Greeks.
Yeah, I'ma stay on her.
So you're saying there's some kind of merit badge
for saying some fucked up shit.
Not just seen it, survived it.
What's your name?
Reggie. Yours?
Whatever you want it to be.
AJA: The list. New Detroit's 35 under 35.
That's Walt Harley.
Now, if he backed me, the rest of the voters will follow.
I'm opening up my own spa downtown.
I'd love if you could come to our opening.
What's the vision?
DIARRA: I was all in.
Every dollar to my name was in my hands.
Well, I hope you like sailing.
- That means you lost. - I need my money back.
Get this bitch out of here.
[cell phone ringing]
Hello? Chris, are you there?
[call dropped]
[dramatic music]
DIARRA: Did he call and hang up? Was that butt-dial?
I was unsure about everything.
And, for the first time since this shit started,
I wasn't about to jump to conclusions.
Look where that had gotten me.
Only thing I knew I could be sure of, I needed money fast.
♪ Been climbing up here for a while ♪
♪ Just been trying to change somehow ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm not really who you need me to be ♪
♪ But I learned sometimes it's got to be me ♪
♪ It may be hard to take ♪
♪ 'Cause you ain't used to seeing me this way ♪
♪ I'm free from your perception ♪
♪ No longer need acceptance ♪
♪ Right now it's gotta be about me ♪
♪ I know I'm not perfect... ♪
DIARRA: Pawning my ring should have been simple,
except it reminded me of a time when I was happy.
And all of a sudden, I wasn't sure if I wanted
to go forward or back.
So I walk in. There's six dudes with guns. They're all strapped.
Only time you get a call at 3:00 in the morning
from someone you only met at Skybox at a Pistons game,
you know that he's either in jail
or he didn't followed his dick somewhere he shouldn't have.
And Skybox sitting butt-ass naked
with his hands over his junk.
So I say, "Hey, I'm unarmed.
"But what I have in this briefcase
is just as dangerous."
What'd you have in the case, babe?
♪ May not like what you see now ♪
♪ It's the real me ♪
It's tense.
Everybody's just staring at me. So I write a number down.
♪ Who I am it's exposed ♪
♪ Are you gonna stay or let it go? ♪
♪ Either way I'm still gonna be me ♪
[sighs]
We shake hands and I walk right out with Skybox.
- Oh. - It must've cost him an arm.
No, it didn't cost him a dime.
A pimp let you walk without paying?
Hell, yeah. Look,
'cause what I had to offer was way more valuable.
My phone number.
[laughter]
Let's cheer to that.
♪ 'Cause you ain't used to seeing me this way ♪
♪ I'm free from your perception ♪
♪ No longer need acceptance ♪
♪ Right now it's gotta be about me ♪
Come on. Out with the old.
♪ ♪
♪ Can you tell me now? ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
AJA: Yeah, okay.
Okay, we need these hors d'oeuvres smaller.
I want my guests mingling, not chewing for their lives.
♪ ♪
- Hey. - Hey.
I hope you're not wearing that tonight.
Ouch. And no.
- Hey. - Yes.
What'd you think?
I'm a beast on the Canva, right?
Wow. I thought I said bags in a straight line.
Oh. Sure. I apologize.
Do you want to go over your speech, Dee?
Because the acoustics are tricky.
- Dee, did you forget? - No. No, of course not.
[scoffs] I had totally forgotten.
Aja was told her splashy gala promo was coming off...
self-congratulatory.
Somebody else needed to say all the nice things
she couldn't say about herself.
Look, Dee, if you can't handle it, it's fine.
Swa said that he could do it, 'cause--
Aja, I got you.
Thank you. How are you feeling?
I know last night was...
Mm, I feel kind of like...
a groupie who just got off tour with NWA...
- Oh, damn. - ...in 1989.
Okay. Good thing your best friend owns a spa.
MAN: Look out, coming through.
Oh, my God. This is...
- Wow. - I know, right?
DIARRA: She hadn't even hit 35,
and she was opening up her second business.
How you feel?
Well, you know, I'm a little bit terrified
that all of the basic bitches is going to come in and show pity
in the eyes because I don't have a ring on my finger.
And by basic bitches, do you mean Mama Sharon?
She keeps calling it my spa thingy-ma-bop. Right?
But let this be my wedding, I have to be doing backflips.
Mm. Whatever, Aj. Rings come and go.
Yeah, but that list is forever.
And ever. You goddamn right. I am so proud of you.
- Really? - Yes.
People see this, they're going to vote for you.
Thank you, best friend.
- What is wrong? You're crying. - Uh-uh.
[dramatic music]
What's going on?
I tried to sell my ring today,
but I couldn't do it.
Now I need to borrow a little money to hold me until Monday.
I got you.
♪ ♪
Now, tears off. Can't be crying. I'll be crying.
[melancholy music]
DIARRA: So that's when I made a plan.
And the plan was simple.
Forget about Ambien, forget about my divorce,
rest up for Aja's gala and give the speech of my life.
♪ ♪
Plans are one thing. Murphy's Law is another.
The fuck is this text, "I'm out."
Um, "I'm out" is pretty self-explanatory, Moni.
- But you said he called you. - Yeah, and then he hung up.
Shit. It could have been a butt dial.
I'm not driving myself crazy over this shit anymore.
Look, if Tony ain't send a Greek mob after Deonte,
somebody did, all right?
It's got to be in the '90s crime capsule.
Moni.
Maybe it's not. Hey, stop.
The camera is the...
- Stop it. Stop it. - What?
[arguing]
Is your nigga that dumb? He's investigating
his own kidnapping and he ain't find no suspect.
Moni, I am about to go sit in meditation.
You can let yourself out.
Look, the Woodward boys came by my house today
to talk to Ro, and they was worked up, Dee.
Somebody missing. Somebody is getting smoked.
I don't want RJ to see none of that, okay?
I keep thinking about Vonda and how she lost
her son over some bullshit.
That can't be my life.
I'm sorry about your situation, Mo. I really am.
But I can't do this anymore.
RJ found something. Okay? It...
So on the bottom of my shoe, must have followed me home.
It's from the box. Just look.
#8PI7TH.
It's a password or license plate. So what?
RJ looked at it one time this morning and said,
"Mama, what's today?" 8:00pm on the 17th.
DIARRA: Milk Carton Boy was meeting somebody.
Tonight.
Come on, Dee.
- Say it. - Maybe Milk Carton Boy had...
Why do you have me calling him Milk Carton Boy?
- [mutters] - Chris...
had a source, so... Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Maybe the Russian spooks him so he gets out of town fast.
He lays low until it's time for him to meet his source.
That could help him nail the suspect.
And that's why he called you,
to tell you that he was finna come back.
Or maybe not. Maybe I was ghosted.
Oh, my God!
Maybe I'm going fucking crazy, Moni.
We need to figure out where that is and go to the meeting.
Meetings go on calendars.
This shit scribbled on a Post-It with a fucking spider.
This shit? This is a rendezvous.
How long we got?
[clock ticking]
[banging on door]
- Who's that? - What am I, clairvoyant?
This is Detective Fredrick Holstein
with the Detroit Police Department.
Oh, shit. They want us for stealing that car.
Would you shut the fuck up?
[indistinct whispering]
Go out back.
Okay, but what if you get arrested?
Well, then call your bail bondsman, then.
[both speak at once]
Ms. Brickland, open this door.
The plan was fairly simple.
Forget about Ambien and his rendezvous.
Coming!
Forget about my divorce, rest up for Aja's gala speech
and keep it cool in front of the popos.
[sighs]
Not too long ago, you claimed to have found
a naked Russian tied up inside of your boyfriend's closet.
My boyfriend? No, I never said that.
I thought you were a run of the mill dingbat
till I heard we had a dead Russian
in the middle of a sex club.
Kinky ropes in his bag and a bullet in his bag.
That sounds highly coincidental, and completely unrelated.
Turns out this guy was a contract killer.
He liked to work in the buff.
You're sinking into some shit, Miss Brickland.
I'm offering you a lifeboat, but you gotta come clean.
Currently, I got no good suspects,
but there is a person of interest.
- Really? Who? - You.
If I start digging and I place you at that club,
it's gonna be a real problem for you.
[dramatic music]
DIARRA: So the plan was complicated but doable.
Forget about Ambien and his rendezvous,
forget about my divorce, speech,
and try not to get arrested for murder.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Fuck.
♪ ♪
[cell phone ringing]
[exhales]
AJA: "I just lost my band. Pray for me.
"They were doing trap Smokey Robinson.
"Old school, but new again. Please, come by early.
Need moral support."
Old school, but new again.
- Are you talking to yourself? - Oh, my God!
What part of go out the back do you not understand?
Girl, it didn't feel right.
They could've had the place surrounded,
so I was just hiding out in the basement for a while.
Okay, whatever. The disposable camera
from the '90s crime capsule might not be from the '90s.
Check the expiration.
BOTH: He was taking pictures.
- There's a camera missing. - Okay. Okay.
All right, if we could find this missing roll,
then that means we could get inside his head,
and then maybe, maybe...
you can, you know, narrow down the rendezvous point.
Oh, hell, yeah.
Let's go run down some photo shops.
I have to take care of something first.
Girl.
[sighs]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Hey, what up, doe?
Damn, Danger.
Can you announce yourself before you just run up on somebody?
My bad.
Sorry. I'm just... I'm ripping and running today.
I need to make this quick. What's up?
Is this you?
- Yeah. I found my safe space. - Yeah, this is nice.
Yeah.
I got you something.
Hood patch.
Thank you.
I'm making my famous chili tonight.
Hey, you're tight with the Woodward Boys, right?
I'm an independent nation. I'm tight with my damn self.
Okay, but you used to be, right?
Look, I think they're pressing Roman,
and I was wondering if you could just talk to somebody.
Like who? Customer service?
Okay. Thank you.
[car door closes]
[engine starts, car drives away]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[dialing beeps]
[line trilling]
Hey. It's me.
Now, did you say Sister Ruth was deceased or diseased?
Because disease I can work with.
This gotta be it. It's the last shop
near his dusty ass apartment.
I'll call you back.
But does the leg look real?
Uh... [clears throat]
Picking up pictures for Chris S.
Let me call you back.
♪ ♪
- Chris Smith? - Uh-huh.
Are you a friend of his?
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Okay, we ain't got nothing here
but a bunch of trash ass tourist pics, Sampson.
And I already told you, if you give me something
that I could use, I'll let you touch my booty.
Well, let me think now.
He said he was in town on business,
but he bought the cameras to do some sightseeing.
- Okay, what else? - Um...
He had a big meeting coming up.
That should be worth a squeeze, huh?
Okay. There's a lot of photos with this place in it.
PKR Automotive. It's an old plant.
A lot of urban explorers like to go in
and take pictures for the 'Gram. See? I'm hip.
Uh...
If you want to know more,
maybe... you should ask his girlfriend.
You know, he was lonely.
I told him to use his Johnson while he still could.
Next time I saw him, the boy had been laid.
Looked a hundred pounds lighter. He wanted this frame.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Well, I'll be damned.
Moni. He loves me.
It's weird for a first date,
but Milk Carton Boy was in his feelings, too.
He said he liked escape rooms because he liked
having control over organized chaos.
He said it helped with his anxiety.
Also, he was a sensitive nigger.
Yes. And smart.
Okay, so we solved this thing in, like, 15 minutes, right?
But then we spent half that time making out and just
watching him, like, put together all these pieces of a puzzle.
And then us doing it together, it was like this foreplay.
That nigga is fine, but weird as fuck.
- But you in, though, right? - Yeah, I'm fucking in.
- Boom. - Okay, so the PKR plant
is the best bet for a rendezvous
but we should have sat on this shit, like, yesterday.
Like the way you sat on that date.
Yeah, okay, but listen, here's what I don't understand. Okay?
He cases every tourist spot in Detroit, right?
And then he picks this random factory
and takes, like, a million pictures.
Why? Why? Why?
Because it's "incognegro," it's creepy, it's destitute.
Oh, shit.
[clock ticking]
Okay, I gotta go.
I have to stop by Aja's first. I'll meet you there, okay?
Look, don't play me on this, Dee.
Moni. I have to show up for my friend, okay?
And then I will be there.
Don't let me catch you forgetting to bring me back
- my Tupperware. - I got you. I got you.
♪ ♪
Tank missing.
Tank got nothing to do with me.
I gave you your first car, your first gun.
Shit, I paid for your first taste of pussy.
Miss Tanya charge you for that?
You cute, but you ain't that cute.
You laying it on thick tonight, V.
'Cause we protect each other.
- That's how that go. - You protect me, huh?
You damn right.
Even when you act like a fucking dummy.
Like when you marry Rita.
You ain't had no business ma-- That heffa was as old as me.
Your independence ain't by the grace of God, Kelvin.
♪ ♪
Our fates is a package deal.
- I'll ask around about Tank. - Thank you, baby.
'Cause if this shit get ugly,
you and your whole independent nation getting drafted.
Believe that.
[sighs]
I've been meaning to ask.
You know the auto shop off the boulevard?
Roman's place?
Yeah. Maybe you should ease up on that.
I'm just saying, if it's debt, let dude pay it off regular.
- What is this shit? - It' be a favor, Velvet.
Like the one I just did you.
We gonna have to disagree on that
being a favor and not you covering your ass.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[clock ticking]
DIARRA: The plan was fucking elaborate.
Forget about trying to forget about Ambien,
but still forget about my divorce,
even in a sea of all of our old friends.
Give the speech of my life for Aja,
and get her on that list.
Try not to kill my ex for canceling that check
that left me penniless. Oh.
Get to the rendezvous, meet Chris and his source,
solve the case that's baffled police
since the '90s and, you know, live happily ever after.
Hi. We met at the GM dinner.
You're Swa's wife, right?
Excuse me.
I wasn't sure I wanted my green card
to this world back.
My heart was at a rendezvous...
[clock ticking]
And I couldn't wait to see him.
Oh, my God, baby, look at you!
- So stunning. - Ooh. Ooh.
That's how you clear a bitch.
You know what? This speech is really...
It's just kind of bubbling up inside of me.
- Let's do it. - Wait, uh...
[clears throat] This is KeyShawn. [mouth words]
- Hey. - Oh, what's good?
Nice to meet you. Speech, I think.
Yeah. I'm actually looking forward to your words.
Aj told me that you had everybody
in tears at her bro's wedding.
DIARRA: I always vetted my friends' new dudes.
Even on a day like today, I had time.
Okay. Let's make this quick. Come on.
So I think you're an interesting choice for Aja. I do.
But did you know that Black women were prone to fibroids?
Yeah, actually, my sister suffers--
So you know that fibroids are brought on
by stress and heartbreak,
so when I look at you, I'm wondering if you're not
just a big fat fibroid waiting to happen.
Why are you talking so fast?
Because you kind of look like fibroids.
- Can I get you a drink? - Yes.
♪ ♪
Ah. What you think? What you think?
- I like him. - I knew it.
- Okay. Speech, speech, speech. - Speech, speech, speech.
Um, Harley's not here yet, so we're going to do
your speech at the end. Cool?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- Of course. - Speech, speech, speech.
Hey, friend.
Oh, my God. Hi.
Listen, I've been looking for you everywhere.
I remembered some shit.
Back in middle school, sitting in the food court
in Northview Mall, making out with Alesha Hart.
I, of course, have my eyes open. What am I looking at?
I don't know. Other niggas?
Mr. Greek's... Express.
The last place anyone saw Deonte.
If it's anything like the original
- Mr. Greek's downtown-- - It's a mob spot.
Right. So we've been thinking that the Greek mob
is doing somebody else's dirty work,
but maybe they just cleaned up their own mess.
Wait a minute. So Chris's source is going to narc on a Greek mob?
That shit sounds like a setup.
Move all of this. Move.
Move, move, move.
- What? - Listen, listen.
I will explain. I just need a second to think.
Okay, handsome, you are way too smart to walk into a setup.
Are you...?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
DIARRA: It took me a while to see the obvious.
♪ ♪
He was setting traps, which means he wasn't
meeting a source, he was meeting a suspect.
♪ ♪
It's an escape route.
I gotta go. I gotta call a Lyft, okay?
Okay, but look, whatever you're doing,
you don't need to be doing this shit by yourself.
Yeah, I need you to stay here and cover for me with Aja.
Okay? I'll be back for the speech,
but just, like, stall if I'm late.
Stall how?
♪ ♪
[clock ticking]
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on, Chris, where the hell are you?
How's your speech?
[sighs] TBD.
It's in...
Oh, shit. I need this to go quick.
[clock ticking]
- Is that him? - No.
That's a crackhead. Shit.
Well, how many quick rendezvous have you been to?
Plenty. I have been to plenty of quick rendezvous.
Name one.
- This one. I'm going in. - No, no, no.
- What? - We said wait and watch.
Sorry, girl.
D. Diarra. Are you serious?
Ooh...
Sunday I'm gonna pray for this bitch.
Judge Allen and Pastor Lee in the same room?
Yeah. Hey, boo.
- How'd you pull that off? - Their wives.
They're both clients. They told them to play nice.
You know, this is just a start.
I can do way more with the right partnership.
I'm sure the voters are eating this up.
That list would help me.
But I'm curious, how you plan to give back?
♪ ♪
At 15, my family was evicted.
My mother couldn't even look us in the eye.
When I was 26, I bought that building
from the slum lord who ran us out.
At 30, I put that little shit out of business.
People call me petty when I tell them that story,
but I created 500 units
of affordable housing in the process.
Wasn't about getting even. It was about making it right.
Anyone can milk Detroit, but can you build it back up
for the people who've been waiting on it?
♪ ♪
What's your vision on that?
♪ ♪
Damn. How many visions I gotta have?
[clears throat]
You owe me. Seeing a one night stand again
is like returning to a crime scene.
But you did it for me. Mwah.
- That's what friends are for. - You know that.
- I love you. - Love you.
Everybody out there looking real beautiful tonight.
Real beautiful.
No. No, uh... bartender.
Shh!
Oh, shit.
Oh, hell, no.
Come on, come on, come on.
Shit.
- Hold up. - Come on.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Chris didn't strike me as the kind of guy
who needed a representative.
♪ ♪
Our answer is still no.
DIARRA: I had no fucking clue what the question was.
Where is he?
You tell me.
Shouldn't he be here?
Oh, sweetie, you've got bad taste in men.
You don't even know Chris, do you?
Chris is a blackmailer and a con man.
♪ ♪
Okay, what the fuck are we talking about?
You look familiar.
We should go.
- You didn't mention your name. - Neither did you.
Okay, now we should go. We should--
Oh, hi.
[tense music]
Run! Run!
♪ ♪
This way.
[both panting]
[screams]
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
This way.
Chris had a way out.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
That way, through there.
Jump!
[panting]
Jump!
[both grunt]
Oh!
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.
[gunshots]
[indistinct]
Run!
- Get in. - Hell, no.
I'm on your side. I'm on Deonte's side. Get in.
[speaking indistinctly]
DIARRA: Get in!
[tires screeching]
[panting] Thank you.
Who are you?
Y'all sloppy as fuck.
Us? Are you kidding me?
It looks like you live in here.
Why the fuck are you following us?
I've been tracking you since your Black Lives Matter protest
at the station.
I still got a connect down there.
The lonely woman who claims she fucked Deonte Brooks.
You're a cop?
Detective Elias Marshall, retired.
You look a little young to be retired.
I didn't have a choice.
Sir, that's called being fired.
You want a hot tip, school teacher?
I've been down this road. It don't lead to a happy ending.
- Wake up. - Okay, cop.
This road leads to her.
That's Goldie Lucket, mob fixer.
You better hope she don't work for Zervas.
Zervas?
Zervas sound like a prescription.
Yeah, well, he was my prime suspect in '95.
No. I read the police report.
You didn't look at anybody in '95, but the mother. Lazy.
I wouldn't wipe my ass with that redacted bullshit.
The only one who knows what happened is me.
So, wait, who scrubbed the file? The cops. Why?
She asks good questions but has no answers,
ladies and gentlemen.
You should be a fucking game show host.
Okay, so then why don't you just tell us what you know,
you could help us, and then, you know,
we could bring Deonte home together.
I tried that once.
I fucked my life six ways this Sunday.
I get it. You're a coward.
You're a coward with a drinking problem and a dirty-ass car.
A coward. A week.
A week following you and I'm back in the bottle,
get shot at, fucking ankles are swelling.
What? How is that my fault?
Exactly. Why are you even here?
Yeah. Trying to figure out how stupid you were.
And the answer is very, by the way.
- Oh, that's sweet. Thank you. - You're welcome.
Whatever. Listen, I am kind of late for a friend's event.
Can you drop me off downtown?
You can make this left right here. Right here.
I look like an Uber?
Um, you look like an Uber with a low-ass rating.
MONI: Zero stars.
You know, my partner used to tell me
"You can't be a good detective and a good person.
You gotta choose."
I chose wrong. If I were you...
♪ ♪
I'd pick running back to your boring life.
♪ ♪
You, too.
♪ ♪
[clock ticking]
Could you please go find Swa and tell him
that he just needs to do his speech now?
Like, right now? I'm sorry. I'm hyperventilating.
Hey, everybody, can we give it up for Aja?
Can we give it up for my friend Aja?
How beautiful she looks tonight.
[cheering and applause]
Give it up for Aja. Yeah, um...
Uh... ♪ It's so cold ♪
♪ It's so cold ♪ [clears throat]
♪ It's so cold in the D ♪
♪ How the fuck we supposed to keep peace ♪
♪ On a nigga's mind? ♪
♪ Working and doing time ♪
♪ It's so cold in the D ♪
♪ How exactly we supposed to keep peace? ♪
♪ All on a nigga's mind ♪
♪ Murking and doing time ♪
[vocalizes]
ALL: ♪ It's so cold in the D ♪
♪ How the fuck we supposed to keep peace? ♪
♪ All on a nigga's mind ♪
♪ Murking and doing time ♪
[vocalizes]
♪ It's so cold, it's so... ♪
♪ Cold, it's so cold, it's so cold ♪
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.
[hums]
Diarra Brickland, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you.
Ah...
- Ah. - Tea, what the fuck?
Let's give it up for Reggie, everyone, for that inspired
rendition of a cult classic. Am I right?
Um...
Oh, shit. Oh, I'm bleeding.
Okay, so hot damn.
This is clearly before the Detroit experience.
[giggles nervously]
Just then it occurred to me the plan I should have made
was to write something down.
I'm sorry.
It has been a rough day, okay?
It has been a rough week, really.
It's been a rough year.
I mean, honestly, it's been like a rough couple of years.
They've all been pretty ghetto, am I right?
But I am still here. Amen.
And I am still standing because of Aja Edwards.
Me and my sis, we have a lot in common.
I mean, well, she may look perfect tonight,
and I may look like I've been running
through a homeless encampment, but we both love this city.
It is a beautiful city, isn't it, Detroit?
And, uh... You know, like a lot of us,
city's in a transitional period, I'll admit.
You know, but a lot of folks,
they like to talk shit about Detroit.
They love to say, "Oh, her glory days are behind her."
You know, "She's barely hanging on."
You know, "You can go to Detroit and you can buy a house
for a dollar." Show me where.
But I promise you, Detroit is finding a new groove.
And Detroit...
is going to rise again, shiny and new.
And you are going to rue the day
that you ever discounted or discarded...
Detroit.
[dramatic music]
Because of entrepreneurs like Aja,
who works tirelessly to prove
that the city's best days are ahead.
You are an amazing friend.
♪ ♪
[voice breaking] And a dynamic businesswoman.
[sniffles]
A girl from Seven Mile and Livernois,
who came downtown to change the fucking game.
♪ ♪
Here, here.
♪ ♪
[cheering and whistling]
DETECTIVE HOLSTEIN: If I start digging
and I place you at that club,
it's going to be a real problem for you.
[glasses breaking]
- You are so fucking dope. - Yeah.
Yeah. Listen, the whole party's talking
about you and KeyShawn Clark.
[inaudible conversation]
That Lion's gonna get you on that list this year.
Oh, God.
Marshall told me to go running back to my boring life.
[scoffs] Like that was easy.
So that was an interesting speech.
Honest, I guess.
Can you handle some more truth?
Some more truth? [sighs] Okay.
Despite what I told my lawyer, it wasn't all your fault.
When you wouldn't take those tests, I got pissed.
I got hard to live with.
- Dee, I did take those tests. - No. No, no.
No, you didn't. Not with my specialist.
You took them with your frat brother with all the dandruff.
Oh, so he's not a reputable doctor because he had dandruff?
Come on.
I'm just saying, Swa, I played my part.
I played the good wife whenever you needed me.
I wanted a baby.
Those kids at school, they're not mine.
That was for me, you know?
Chris wasn't the man I thought he was.
Neither was Swa.
And I had to admit... Shit, I wasn't always the person
I planned to be either.
[sighs] Okay. So Dee--
- Good night, Swa. - No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
We're in the middle of a conversation.
You're still my wife.
No, I'm not.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
DIARRA: I was still cloudy about a million things,
but finally sure about one.
This shit was changing me. I couldn't go back.
But I couldn't clearly see my way forward either.
♪ ♪
- Truth or dare? - Truth.
♪ ♪
And the night was just spinning in my brain.
Marshall. Zervas.
Goldie Lucket.
♪ ♪
I rarely trust a creepy bitch I met at a rendezvous,
except this one I'd seen before.
All right. This is the part where you tell me you miss me.
Did you know her?
No, she just dropped her earring on the floor, so...
I picked it up.
Still lying. Good deed. Good Samaritan.
GOLDIE: Chris is a blackmailer and a con man.
♪ ♪
Oh, sweetie, you've got bad taste in men.
♪ ♪
Sorry about that.
Were we on a date or was I cover for a shakedown?
I can explain. You gotta let me.
DIARRA: I needed an answer, which meant I was seeing
this shit through to the end,
but I needed to get clear. I needed something real.
Got your text.
You good?
DIARRA: I needed some fucking sleep.
Did you want to come in for a drink?
And some part of me must have known it was time to G up.
[suspenseful music]
'Cause I wasn't getting out anyway.
MAN: Your man didn't show.
You people think that I got arthritis in a timeshare now,
- I'm not to be feared. - He ain't my man.
He sent this woman.
Do you see her?
I don't know. I tangled with your man. I did.
But I didn't kill him 'cause she showed up.
Who is she?
Look, I don't know. I tracked her to y'all.
[groans]
- Who the fuck is she? - Br--Brickland.
Well, that felt honest.
But she... She was there,
but she wasn't with us... Oh, God.
[groans] Oh, God.
She wasn't... She wasn't with us!
All right. Shit.
The fuck you looking at?
It's been a few years, motherfuckers.
- Motherfucker. - No! [screams]
No! No!
[sighs]
This woman...
Find out what she knows. She's a threat.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Mom! - Shh! Daddy's working.