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You're being arrested for being a sexy daddy.

[Zac] Previously on Zatima.

[Zac] Hey, stop filming!

Fatima, I had nothing to do with this.

[Fatima] If I was to sing,

I probably would have a solid gold,

diamond-studded microphone.

- You sing? - Yeah, I do.

[Lori] I thought you said it was just gonna be me

and Zac and Fatima.

So this your wife, Nathan?

And you are?

While y'all been going through y'all little separation thing?

He been on my couch and in my bed.

What up, bitch?

- What up, bitch? - Lori!

Lori, remember anger management.

Do not let this situation control your emotions.

Aw, my baby's learning something.

Hey, fuck anger management!

I knew I shoulda brought my baseball bat!

You don't need no baseball bat, okay?

I'm just trying to come to you woman-to-woman

and tell you what this nigga been doing.

He ain't gonna tell you.

Yeah, I know he ain't.

I just can't believe you was messing with this skank!

- Skank? - Yeah.

Despite what everybody up in here think,

I actually respect the institution of a marriage.

[everyone laughs]

- [Belinda] I do! - [Zac scoffs]

Nathan, if you want to make it work with your wife,

I'll back off.

- Really? - [Belinda] Really.

But you know you gon' miss this kitty cat.

I mean, you're a great person, Belinda...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- I can take you. - [Belinda] Bring it here, bitch.

I know he will.

- Just relax, just relax. - [Fatima] Lori, Lori.

[Tony groans]

Ah! Damn.

She's stronger than a motherfucking...

Please just don't mess with my house.

- This is bullshit! - I know.

And you got yo' hoe here?

Hoe? I ain't no hoe! I got your hoe.

Wait, no, Belinda.

You gonna have to eat that one, okay?

- What? - According to everybody else,

you a hoe.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay! Look.

Okay, Lori, I'll come clean.

Yes, I've been staying at Belinda's house

while we've been fighting.

- You dirty son of a bitch! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- No, no, no, no, no, no. - [Fatima] Lori, Lori!

- No, no, no, no. - [exasperated breathing]

- Okay. Maybe I'll... Fatima? - Uh-uh. I'm on Lori's side.

Okay, I love you, okay? All right?

Look, I was confused and I made a stupid choice.

Oh, so I'm a stupid choice now, Nathan?

Will you stop and let me talk?

Nathan, you better not.

I ain't gonna touch him. Say what you gotta say.

All right, Lori, we gotta be honest.

Our marriage isn't working right now.

I think we should get a divorce.

- Ooh! - Uh-uh!

Oh damn. Wasn't expecting that.

? Love ain't perfect, but it's still workin' ?

? Ain't gonna be what we see on TV ?

? But it's damn sure worth it, uh-huh ?

Love ain't perfect, but we still workin' ?

? Don't gotta be what we see on IG ?

? 'Cause we still worth it, uh-huh ?

? Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah ?

? Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do ?

? We still workin' ?

Nathan, what are you doing?

I'm being a real man.

And I'm being honest about how I feel.

Baby, we just don't work right now.

I can't believe you made that.

- How can you not see it? - I-

I've seen what a healthy relationship looks like.

He talking about you and Zac.

Yeah, duh.

And our marriage isn't that right now.

You don't want to work it out?

There ain't nothing to work out.

Bitch, I'm not talking to you!

Belinda, shut up!

Yeah, girl, you just said you was backing off.

Yeah, but it sound like he choosing me at this point.

First of all, you just got back in the circle, girl. Chill.

I'm sorry. I didn't bring this bitch here.

- Okay, Belinda. - Yes, I do.

We can't see each other either.

- What? - I needed a place to stay.

And I shouldn't have used you like that.

I'm sorry.

So you ain't got no feelings for me, Nathan?

Hobosexual.

Look, I just need to work on myself right now.

Or, you know, go to therapy or something.

I just need to be single.

And that's the God's honest truth.

But I do love you.

Yeah, this doesn't feel like love, Nathan.

That's the most mature shit you ever said in your life.

This doesn't feel like love.

- No, no, no. - Shit.

I'm gonna go make sure she's okay, man.

Make sure she don't go grab a bat or anything.

Well, it was tough.

Yeah, man. But it need to be said.

I'm proud of you, seriously.

I just wish you ain't do that here.

I wanted you to protect me. I ain't wanna die.

- [Zac] Yeah. - How you doing, Belinda?

I'm all right.

I guess we could be friends eventually, you know?

You should go work on your divorce.

Yeah. We got some things to figure out.

Yes. I guess I'll go.

Thank you for letting me be a part of this day, Fatima.

It was beautiful.

It's thanks to you.

[Angela] And thanks to me, too, for styling.

[Fatima] Yes, thanks to you, too, both of you,

and the good Lord, for getting us through this.

I guess I'll go.

I'll be going, forever.

See you later.

[Nathan] Hey, hey, hey.

You think we can get them strippers

from your bachelor party for my divorce party?

What you doing?

- Bachelor party? - Strippers?

[phone buzzing]

- Oh, oh, my phone - I didn't say strippers.

- They were girls at the gym. - I gotta take this.

- [Fatima] How convenient. - It's Connie.

What's up, Connie?

Zac, oh, I'm happy you picked up the phone.

- [Zac] What's up? - You busy?

Yeah, I got a house full of people.

Well, I can call you back.

Nope, you good.

Well, it's Jeremiah.

- Connie. - [Connie] I know. I know.

You said you never wanted to hear about him.

You was over it. I know.

Right, so I know you didn't call me about that fool.

He OD'd, Zac.

- Huh? - Yeah, Jeremiah overdosed.

Is he, um...

No. He's alive. He's in the hospital.

- Okay. - [Connie] Zac, he's fucked up.

That sound like a him problem.

I don't know what you want me to tell you, Connie.

Zac, for real, if your mother was alive, she would-

My mother is dead, Connie.

And he helped kill her, so...

Now you can't say that.

I know that.

- Zac, what's going on? - Nothing, nothing.

Hey, Connie, I'm celebrating my family right now,

and Jeremiah is no longer a part of that.

Okay. All right, I get it; I understand.

Hey, do not let him bring you down either, Connie.

I'm not. But, Zac, I...

[Zac] I'm serious, Connie.

Listen, I just want to get some time

with you and Fatima.

It don't got nothing to do with Jeremiah.

- I'm serious. - Connie, what's going on?

I'll tell you when I see you, all right?

All right, we're gonna set up some time to talk about it.

All right. Well, have fun at the party.

Later.

[tense music]

That didn't sound good.

- Jeremiah overdosed. - What?

- Damn. - Is he dead?

No. He just laid up pretty bad.

He in bad shape.

You don't want to get involved, baby?

No, not this time.

Everything that's going on here is getting all my attention.

So... I'm good.

- [Tony] Well, Lori's gone.

- Whew. - [Tony] Yeah.

She said she's gonna burn all your stuff

to make herself feel better,

but you don't have anything, so-

[Nathan] Oh, damn. Damn, Lori, baby!

Oh, man.

Now, [clears throat] back to where we were.

Oh, yes. Something about strippers?

Yeah. [phone notification chime]

Oh, shit.

Girl, I gotta go get ready for Shawn.

You gonna have to handle this one on your own.

- Oh, I will. - [Angela] I know you will.

So, uh, anybody want to tell me what happened?

- Uh... - [Fatima] Hmm?

Don't look at me with the death stare.

I ain't do nothing. It was Tony.

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait. No, no, no.

It was... Ah!

Now I expect this shit from Nathan.

- But you? - Fatima, please-

- Seriously? - Don't throw me like Lori.

- Strippers? - Zac!

[music]

- Okay, "Don't take Phynatrill on an empty stomach."

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

"Clean injection site before use."

Blah, blah, blah.

"And consult physician before..."

Yeah, okay. Okay.

[knock at door]

Oh, shit.

- Hey. - Damn, you look good, girl.

Thank you, but this is not even what I'm wearing on the date.

Oh. Yeah, great.

Um, I just got back from a photo shoot.

I'll be ready in 20, okay?

- Hmm. - What?

I think you didn't get dressed in time or purpose.

Why you say that?

Because you want me to watch you get dressed.

I mean, I was thinking that.

I was thinking maybe you could dress me and then undress me

or then get me dressed again and all that.

Hey, hey, hey.

I thought we wasn't gonna do all this.

Do all of what?

Angela, I'm trying to take you on a real date.

I know, but look, we've already done the do,

so can we just skip to the good part?

Hey, hey, I have reservations for us.

Shawn, are you serious?

Yeah, at an exclusive restaurant.

It was hard as hell to get reservations there, too.

Come on. I'm trying to take you out.

Treat you like a lady. Show you a good time.

But don't you want to treat me like a nasty lady first?

- Angela. - What, Shawn?

- Damn! I just... - What?

- Nothing. - Nah, I could tell.

You just scared of being hurt.

I just... Shawn.

You really want me just for me?

Yeah. Why is that so hard for you to believe?

It's not. I just...

Look, I'm trying to get to know you.

The real you.

I just want to put a pause on the whole sex thing.

- Okay. - And look, you look beautiful.

- Come on, let's go. - Okay.

[music]

Thank you.

[Angela] I just need to grab my purse.

[tense music]

- Hello, Mr. Matthews. - Hey.

- [Dr. Solas] How you feeling? - I don't know.

- Numb. - Numb?

I don't know.

Well, look, I got good news for you.

- You're ready to be discharged. - Huh?

Your blood work looks great,

and I need you to follow up with your caseworker.

I don't want to talk to her.

Well, we can't make you, but you should.

I don't have a phone.

Can that Connie lady help you with that?

- I guess. - Okay, great.

Mr. Matthews, the next recommended step is that you go

to a rehab facility, okay?

But you can't stay here in the hospital.

It's for sick people. And you don't have insurance.

But I'm sick.

The hospital is for physically sick people.

And now that you've detoxed a bit, Mr. Matthews,

a rehab center can do the rest.

Rehabs don't work for me.

I need to be here where I'm safe.

Well, you can't stay here.

[Jeremiah] If you kick me out, I'm going to use again.

- Mr. Matthews- - I'm not strong enough!

I need you to follow up with your caseworker.

Can't you see that I'm sick?

Security, I need someone to 421.

No, no, no. No, don't call, don't call.

I need you to let go of me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't hurt her, man.

You're going to have to come with me.

I can't be out there one day!

- Sir- - I'm not gonna make it a day!

- I swear! - You come with me.

I thought you had to help me, Doc.

Get your hands off of me, man.

Sir, come with me.

I can't go out there. I'm not strong enough.

I can't go out there! You people don't care about me!

Get me out of here! No! You can't get rid of me, please!

I'm not ready yet!

[tense music]

Uh-uh, Shawn. This is where you taking me?

You lied; you told me you were taking me somewhere exclusive.

I ain't lie.

This ain't exclusive, Shawn. I done been here before.

Yeah, but you haven't seen what I'm about to show you.

Hmm. What you about to show me?

The damn kitchen?

Just hold on.

- Hmm, no. - Angela.

You baited me, Sean.

- Baited you? - [Angela] Yeah.

You told me you was going to take me somewhere

nice and fancy,

and instead you took me to this shit.

- Angela. - You're going to take me

somewhere I've already been?

- Angela. - And this shit don't even

require no reservation, Shawn.

- Angela! - Don't be yelling my name

like that outside the bedroom, Shawn.

Can you please just let me show you what I have planned for us?

This feels suspicious.

Fine, cool. It's suspicious. Please?

- Oh, my God. - [Shawn] Surprise?

Hell yeah.

I definitely had to get

a reservation for something like this.

This just ain't reservation, Shawn.

- This is exclusive. - Mm-hmm.

Ooh.

My lady.

Thank you.

Welcome, we have a four-course, private menu for you tonight.

- Really? - [Tracy] And...

A vintage Grand Cru champagne

from an exclusive cellar in France.

- Thank you, Tracy. - [Tracy] No problem, Shawn.

I'll be back to check on y'all.

- Angela. - What?

You know what.

I don't know what. You know what.

Mm-hmm. Yup.

Yup what?

You're looking like you're trying to start something.

- I'm not. - Okay, good.

- I just think it's funny. - Oh, my God.

I mean, y'all are awfully friendly.

Look, she's the one who made sure we got hooked up here.

- Oh, noted. - Why do you do that?

- Do what? - You create drama in your head.

You don't know what's going on in my head.

- Right. - And I do not create drama.

- You don't? - No, I don't.

I mean, instead of enjoying yourself, you're sitting here,

you just created a whole scenario that me

and Tracy got a thing going on.

Tell me I'm lying.

- I mean... - We don't.

Okay. Fine. I'll drop it.

You never really had anything to drop.

[sighs]

That's just a defense mechanism.

Oh, so you a psychologist now?

No, I just...

Look, I know what you're doing because I've been you.

- Excuse me? - Yeah. I've been you.

Boy, you don't even know me.

And you definitely ain't never been me.

I mean, yeah, that's true.

But I know what I'm seeing just because, you know,

I've been where you're at mentally.

Is this supposed to be the big romantic dinner

where I fall for you?

I mean, you kind of started it.

I ain't start shit.

Look, we're getting off on the wrong foot.

- You think? - Here.

- A toast. - You ain't even pour me nothing.

[chuckles]

Yeah, pour it for me if you want a toast.

- Damn. - [Shawn] Here you go.

- Now, what we toasting to? - Mm-hmm.

A toast to new beginnings.

I can get with that.

Oh, shit. That tickles.

See? That's cute as hell.

- Uhm so... - So...

Thank you, Shawn. I'm actually really impressed.

Did I just get a compliment?

Boy, shut up.

You know, I curated this menu just for you.

- Really? - [Shawn] Yeah.

Shawn, this feels weird to ask.

Um... What do you do?

I'm a private chef.

- Oh, shit. - What?

- Nothing. - Relax.

This is just a tasting menu.

You know, so you can get a sense of what I bring to the table.

- Okay. - Are you ready to start?

Yes, we are.

[gentle music]

House back in order.

Thank you, baby.

I had to pick up the slack

since my baby done hurt her back.

Why are you trying to rhyme right now?

I'm a poet. I just ain't know it.

- [chuckles] - God...

No, but for real, thank you, baby.

It's nothing. Today was wild.

It's the least I could do.

Yes, it was.

I just hope Lori don't bring her bat to anger management.

- What? - Oh...

She in there.

Baby brain, you probably told me.

But whatever y'all learning in there, it ain't working.

Listen, Nathan left out of here alive.

Trust me. It's working.

You right. It's working.

Look, you looked great today.

- Thank you. - I'm disgusting.

Matter of fact, I'm gonna take a shower and I'm hungry.

So what's for dinner? Want me to order something?

Zac, I just...

I wanna tell you you're doing a good job.

- Huh? - No, you are.

You... You're being just the man that I need you to be.

- Thank you. - That's what's up.

Are you hungry?

- Yes. - Want me to order something?

- [Fatima] Yes, please. - Want chicken?

- No. - [Zac] Tacos?

I'm so sick of tacos.

- Thai? - [Fatima sighs]

Mm-mm.

What you wanna eat?

I don't care, whatever you wanna eat.

- Oh, my God. - Oh, sorry.

I didn't mean it.

Have that figured out

when I come back downstairs.

Alright. [music]

[whirring]

[intense music]

[Connie coughs]

What the fuck?

Hakeem! Hakeem, get your sisters!

Hakeem! Hakeem! [gasping for air]

Hakeem, where are your sisters?

[intense music]

[Connie coughing]

[intense music]

[Connie coughing]

Have you seen my kids? [intense music]

[Connie sobbing]

Hakeem! [intense music]

[sobs]

[phone chimes]

Babe, the food is here!

[Zac] I'm almost done!

He probably on the toilet.

[casual music]

Gotcha, bitch! Crazy ass motherfucker! I got you now!

Fatima!

[groans and coughs]

Damn that bitch strong.

Fatima, I had the bitch! Go get Zac!

Zac is in the shower.

Tell him to slip his ass up out here.

The bitch is getting away.

Okay, Deja, Deja, look.

Oh, she kicked my tubes tied.

I need to think about this, okay?

- Just chill. - I had her, Fatima, I had her.

She was right there, I had her in my fucking grips.

- Okay, Deja, shit. - Shit!

- Just let me think. - What?

We cannot say nothing right now, okay?

I need you to keep this quiet.

So you gonna let that bitch karate kick me

in my fucking stomach for nothing?

Not for nothing, okay? Just let it down.

- Oh, shit. - Thank you, okay?

But we cannot say nothing to Zac.

For now, Deja, this is between me and you.

All right, we'll handle this.

Me and you?

- Yeah. - You trying to work together?

Yeah, Deja, we gonna work together.

- Mm-hmm. - Shit.

Okay, well, knuckle up, bitch. That bitch can fight, okay?

Well, first things first.

Okay, we can turn this into, like, karate detectives.

One's a lawyer, one's a stripper.

We'll be a dynamic duo. Oh, this is perfect.

Okay, good. I just got my inspiration.

- Okay. - Okay, yeah.

All right, whatever you need, I'm your girl.

I'm gonna be on the watch,

because I gotta get my lick back,

because that hoe got me fucked up.

- Right, okay. - Whatever you need, I got you.

- [Fatima] Okay. - Okay, boom.

- All right, you do that, Deja. - My wheels are already turning.

They turning? Okay, just hold tight, okay?

Don't say anything, Deja.

I know how you like to run your damn mouth.

I know, okay. Because we partners.

- Partners. - We in this together.

- Yep. - I ain't gonna let her

kick you in your stomach.

Shit, I was gonna go...

[Fatima] Go in the house, Deja. I'll see you tomorrow.

- Gonna go to the clinic for that.

Shit, fucked me up!

Bitch got Puerto Rican hair.

[breathes heavily]

[Zac] Yo, babe, what was that?

Oh, shit. [groans in pain]

Um, nothing, baby,

the delivery guy tripped and fell.

- [Zac] What? - Yeah.

Did he crush the food?

[Fatima] He an idiot.

Come on, man.

I'm getting some of my money back then.

Look at this.

I know, babe.

Hey, I'll set it up. Go ahead, go start a movie.

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