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- Late again.

Tonight of all nights.

- What now?

- You forgot.

- Forgot what?

- Our anniversary.

Maybe you never planned to remember.

- Hm.

Okay.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, baby, baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, baby, no, no, please. Please.

No. No!

Get off of me! - Shut up! Be quiet!

You're hurting me, Matthew, stop!

Shut up!

Matthew, stop! You're hurting me!

Stop!

- Motherfucker, shut up.

I told you before.

If that's what you want.

Is that what you want?

I told you!

Happy anniversary, bitch.

Now clean yourself up.

Hm.

Hm. Ah.

Hm.

Hm.

- Nine years.

Nine.

And you do this to me?

- Nine years what?

I just told you happy anniversary.

- Nine years.

- What about the nine long years, Mrs. Cole?

Huh?

What?

Dana.

- Ah. - Dana!

- I'm Dana now?

I was just a bitch a second ago.

You don't get to hurt me!

Not again! Not anymore!

He's gone.

He's, he's gone.

Is this what freedom feels like?

- Let the record reflect that this hearing

is being conducted in a closed courtroom

due to the extraordinary media attention

and in the interest of preserving the integrity

of these proceedings.

And all parties are present.

- Your Honor, the state has reviewed

the negotiated plea agreement.

Ms. Cole has agreed to enter a plea of guilty

in the offense of voluntary manslaughter

in violation of Code 16-5-2.

The recommended sentence is a term of five years

in the custody of the Georgia Department of Corrections

to be followed by three years on probation.

- Ms. Cole.

Do you understand the terms of this plea agreement?

And including the specific sentence

of five years imprisonment

followed by three years on probation?

- Yes, your Honor.

- And do you accept these terms voluntarily

and of your own free will?

I do.

- Very well.

Before I make my final ruling,

I will hear up to two victim impact statements.

Following those, Ms. Cole, you will have

an opportunity to make a statement, if you wish.

Mr. Randy Townsend, please.

- Matthew was my friend, my business partner.

And say what you want about him,

but he was sharp and he was brilliant,

and he didn't deserve to die like that.

Dana Cole didn't just destroy him physically,

she destroyed his name, his legacy.

Five years is merciful.

Far more merciful than she deserves.

I just wanna make sure she serves them.

All of them.

Matt's gone and there's nothing

that's gonna bring him back.

Perhaps this will bring closure

for the rest of us,

who really knew who Matt was.

Ms. Carla Pryor.

- Dana isn't perfect.

And she never claimed to be,

but she loved Matthew.

And even more than that, she feared him.

I saw the bruises,

and I heard the stories that Dana wouldn't tell me.

Now, I can't pretend to know everything

that happened that night,

but I know she didn't wake up that morning

planning to kill him.

She woke up trying to survive him.

If prison is meant to punish and reform,

then let it be just.

Let it be balanced.

Dana has already lost everything.

This sentence?

It just may give her a chance to rebuild

what little life she has left.

Thank you.

- Ms. Cole. Any words?

- Your Honor,

before you enter in my sentence,

I just, I'd like to say this.

I never wanted to be here.

Not in this courtroom, and not in a situation

where a cast-iron skillet

became the only language he would listen to.

I know what I did.

And I've already stood before this court

and entered in a plea of guilty to voluntary manslaughter.

I accept that plea.

And I accept my responsibility for my actions.

But before you judge me based on a moment,

I'd like you to look at my life before this.

I was an officer once.

I was sworn in to protect and serve,

but nobody ever protected me.

I made police reports,

I hid bruises under makeup,

and the only time I was ever truly seen

was when I stood over him while he laid on that floor.

I'm not saying this

so you can excuse me for my actions.

I'm saying this so you can understand why.

Why I did what I did.

Why I'm accepting this plea.

Because I'll serve these five years

and I'll do my probation,

but I'll finally be free.

Thank you.

- Hm.

Having heard the statements of the victims of the family

and Ms. Cole's response,

the court now renders its judgment.

It is therefore the judgment

and the sentence of this court

that you, Dana Cole, be committed

to the custody of the Georgia Department of Corrections

for a period of five years

and following that, you will be in probation

for three years.

And let the record reflect

that this plea agreement is accepted.

And the sentence is imposed as stated.

May peace eventually find all involved.

This hearing is adjourned.

State your name.

Dana Cole.

- Louder.

- Dana Cole.

- You'll get it back when or if you leave.

One phone, one purse.

One wallet, one cosmetic, one personal effect.

Do you have anything else on you?

One necklace, one ring.

All will be held in property storage until release.

Sign here, please.

- Turn to your left.

Turn around.

All the way around.

Thank you.

Now face forward.

- This can't be my life.

This is not how things are supposed to be.

- Happy anniversary, baby.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

- You remembered.

- Of course, how could I not? Come here.

I love you, Dana Cole.

- I love you, Matthew Cole.

- When we make it out of this grind,

I'm going to buy you a bigger house.

With a porch swing.

Just me and you, baby.

Hm.

- Get it together.

What am I supposed to do when I get outta here?

How am I gonna make money?

Bastard.

Life was so much better before that money.

You're leaving?

Again?

- It's work, Dana.

We've been over this.

- Well, work used to be nine to five.

Not flights three times a week

to places you never take me.

- Oh, not this shit again.

Do I ever complain about your 12-hour shifts?

- No, but you know when I'm coming home.

Matt, you used to like to hang out with me.

Now I just feel like something you check on

in between your money moves and your conferences.

- That money you speak of pays for this house you live in,

that car you drive, not to mention your peace of mind.

- That money changed you.

You used to be gentle with me. Remember that?

- Well, maybe if you appreciated what I was doing for us,

I wouldn't have to leave so much.

- You leave because you want to!

Say that shit again!

- Who are you?

- Babe.

You still mad?

I know you're not still mad at me.

You don't hear me talking?

Maybe you're still mad.

I'm sorry.

You know how I get sometime.

Hm, you look good though.

Mm, let me take that off.

Oh, baby.

Mm, baby.

Hm, baby.

Mm. Mm.

Mm.

Carla?

- Who else did you think it would be?

Come on.

- I didn't think anyone was coming.

- Four years does not erase everything, Dana.

- I know.

- Yeah.

Let me get a look at you.

Okay, okay.

- Thank you so much for everything,

taking care of my house.

God, I don't even know what it looks like anymore.

- Well, it's still standing.

But of course, it needed a little TLC

so I kept up with the yard

and made sure that the pipes didn't freeze in the winter.

- Alright, alright.

- So, you hungry?

I'm starving.

- I bet. Let's go.

- Oh- - Let's go get some food.

- Thank you so much.

Yeah, for everything.

I honestly don't even know where to begin

now that I'm out, girl, I'm just so happy!

- Okay, just take it one day at a time.

- Yeah? - That's where you begin.

- Jesus.

I didn't think I'd be able to come back here

after everything that happened inside these walls.

I guess I really didn't have a choice.

I can't thank you enough, for everything.

- You're welcome.

I also stopped the roof from leaking

and made sure that the lights stayed on.

- I don't even know if I wanna be back here.

This place holds a lot of memories.

- Yeah. But it's yours.

Just take it one night at a time,

and if you need something different down the road,

we'll figure that out.

- Yeah, but it's not just the house, it's,

me.

I don't even know who I'm supposed to be

after four years in that hell hole.

- You're still you, Dana.

Just a more seasoned version.

Someone who's seen more than her share.

You're allowed to take your time.

- Yeah.

And I heard about everything you did too.

Checking the mail and running off that realtor

who thought the place was abandoned.

- I wasn't about to let that happen.

But it wasn't even about that, D,

it was about you.

I couldn't let everything get taken.

Not after all that happened.

- Four years and you still here, like I'd never left.

I always said I would be.

- Yeah, but you didn't have to.

- You're right.

But I wanted to.

You were my partner long before any of this.

That doesn't just stop, girl, I got your back.

You ever think about us?

Like, what we were, what we could've been?

- All the time.

But I try not to rewrite history.

Figured we did what we could with what we had.

- Maybe there's more left to write.

- Maybe.

- But no pressure.

Let's just take it one day at a time.

- After four years, tomorrow sounds like a great start.

You kept that?

I didn't know what to do with them.

Thought you'd wanna decide.

- It feels like a lifetime ago.

It feels like I died in that prison

and someone else walked out.

He had money, you know?

A lot of it.

Hidden somewhere, he didn't trust banks.

He always said that the world would go sideways

and you need to control your own escape.

- I remember that.

He wasn't just paranoid.

He was batshit crazy.

- He showed me once.

Half asleep, drunk.

Said if he ever disappeared, I'd know where to find it.

Never did go looking for it.

- Is that something that they asked you about on the inside?

Did they?

Investigators, lawyers.

Thought maybe I killed him for it

and that it wasn't self-defense.

- Dana?

- Yeah?

- I've stood by you through it all.

The trials, the whispers, the years.

But can I ask you something without you shutting down?

- Yeah?

- Was it really just self-defense

or was it about that money?

- Bitch, you think I killed him for the money?

- You said it wasn't about the money.

But you're the one who brought it up, first day back.

Why even bring it up?

- Yeah, because it was a memory, a thought.

Not a fucking motive.

- But you knew what bringing it up would sound like.

You knew what I might think.

- Wait, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Is this a trap?

You, you come and you offer me a ride home and then,

and then you make me some tea

and then hope that I slip up?

- Don't get it twisted, bitch.

I made sure that you had some place to come home to.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, but then now

you come up with this shit.

- I had to ask the damn question.

Because if you did do this for the money

or for whatever motive,

then what the hell have I been defending you for?

- You don't forget a man choking you until your ears ring

or the way his eyes look when you finally hit back.

- Dana, I'm not accusing you.

But I know you, and I know when you're hiding something.

- I didn't murder him for his money!

I murdered him because I didn't wanna die

with his hands around my throat!

- Then why are you still holding on

to that story about the stash?

Why even bring it up?

- You think I care about some hidden stash

over my freedom?

You wanna accuse me? Fine.

But you don't get to do it in my house.

- Dana.

- Get the fuck out.

Now!

- You called me the one person that never left.

- Don't make me repeat myself.

If it was self-defense,

I hope one day for your sake,

you stop trying to prove it.

- If this dress could talk.

- Listen to me very closely, okay?

You will not embarrass me tonight.

You will show up, on time,

looking like you belong next to me.

- Matthew, I told you I'd be ready.

- Matter of fact, wear that green dress I bought.

You know, the one that actually fits.

Not the little off-brand shit you tried

at the last fundraiser.

Oh, that damn mouth of yours.

People will be watching, all the big names, donors.

So you smile, you nod, you shake hands,

and you support me.

'Cause that's your job. Do your job.

And one more thing.

If you even think about drinking too much.

Just be ready at six.

Remember to smile, nod,

shake hands, and shut up.

'Cause if you fuck this up,

I swear to God I'm fucking you up.

And I know you'd best be hearing me loud and clear.

- It's a scholarship banquet, not the fucking Met Gala.

- Ungrateful motherfucker.

Get off my phone.

- Definitely don't deserve her.

- Dana, sweetheart.

I wanna introduce you

to one of my brightest lieutenants.

This is Deon.

He keeps the engine running behind the curtain.

Can't do what I do without this man.

- I'll take that.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- Likewise, Mrs. Cole.

- I prefer Dana.

- Now, Deon's not the type to mingle,

but when I say he make those numbers sing,

and when I say clean, I mean spotless.

No smoke, no trail.

And that's why he gets to keep hanging around.

Ain't that right, Deon?

- Or, I'm just really good at cleaning up

other people's mess.

- Exactly, that's the spirit.

Hello, how are you?

- Hi, great to see you.

- Likewise. - Yes, wonderful event here.

- Thank you very much, thank you for coming.

- Yes, just a quick interview?

- Sure, sure, why not? - Okay. Okay.

- So, how long have you worked with Matthew?

- Too long.

- Mr. Cole, how do you feel about tonight's events

and the students you'll be impacting?

- I feel amazing.

I'm proud to say we've awarded over $100,000

in scholarships this year.

I tell the students all the time,

it's not about money, it's about building a legacy.

And that's what we're doing here.

- Absolutely.

- Everything he does is a photo op

with a tax deduction.

- And yet, here we are.

Playing the game.

- For now.

- I see you finished your glass.

Don't get sloppy tonight, alright?

Come on, Deon.

Let's go do this generous check photo.

Make these people believe we actually give a damn.

- Right.

You alright?

- Aren't we all?

You alright?

- Just a little too much wine, I guess.

A little too much everything.

Yeah, I saw that.

- This is crazy.

- Don't stop.

♪ If I put it down down you can take it ♪

♪ Baby you can take it ♪

♪ If I put it down down you can have it ♪

♪ Baby you can have it ♪

♪ If I put it down down you can take it ♪

♪ Baby you can take it ♪

♪ If I put it down down you can have it ♪

♪ Baby you can have it ♪

- You want me?

Oh, yes.

- You know this can't happen again.

- That's probably what you told yourself before this time.

- Seriously, if he suspects anything.

- He won't, okay?

He won't.

- Yeah.

Okay, well, I'll go out,

you come out three minutes after.

Don't come looking for me again tonight.

- What if I'm not done looking?

- Where the hell have you been?

- The, the wine, it hit harder than I expected.

I, I just stepped outside for some fresh air.

- Hm. I told you to pace yourself.

- Sorry.

I'm fine. Nobody noticed.

- Hm.

Fine, just,

stay close the rest of the night, okay?

And, you look stunning, by the way.

- Thanks.

- Ah, there he is!

We could not have pulled off tonight without you.

- Glad I can make the magic happen.

- You know what? This deserves a toast.

To success, control,

and to always being 11 steps ahead.

- Cheers to that.

- God.

Was it always this bad?

I helped him build this.

The clients, the offshore accounts, the loopholes.

And when things got messy, who cleaned it up? Me.

This ain't about what's fair, justice.

This ain't blood money.

No, bitch, this is your money.

But where would he hide it?

He didn't trust banks. Not fully.

So where?

You planned on the world failing but,

you didn't plan on me surviving you.

- My brother!

Right on time.

Got some news to share.

- Always straight to business.

- Hey, come on. - Alright.

- You already know what it is.

- Let's hear it.

- Client's name is Mikhail Bron.

Big tech money guy out of Prague.

- Okay. - Owns a few shell companies

in Dubai, but the real operation

is black market AI applications.

I'm talking facial recognition,

surveillance tools,

even predictive threat software.

- Hm.

- Check that out.

- You sure about this?

Guy's got Interpol whispers

and rumors to ties to militia funding.

- Hell yeah, I'm sure.

But see, that's exactly why he's valuable.

He's rich, smart,

and desperate enough to keep the money moving

without any heat.

That's leverage.

- Listen, it sounds lucrative

and illegal as hell.

It is most definitely a RICO charge waiting to happen.

- Well, the legal part depends on where you're standing

and who's willing to look the other way.

So, as long as we don't leave any digital footprints,

which we won't, then we're good.

You follow me? - Mhmm.

- So, right now, the plan is to push 40%

to offshore accounts over in the Caymans,

under those shell firms.

- Okay.

- Another 30%, digital currency

'cause Bitcoin is still popping.

- Right. - Then the rest,

quiet real estate buys

in cities nobody ever visits on purpose.

- Okay. I still don't get it.

Why not park the money in private banks

like we do the rest of them?

You still don't trust them.

- It's not about trusting them,

it's about knowing how fragile they are.

And besides, these banks aren't vaults.

They're bait.

- Meaning?

- I've been in cybersecurity over 15 years

and I've watched hackers cripple entire banks

with just one line of bad code.

Ransomware, zero-day exploits,

even DDoS attacks.

You know what's scarier then getting robbed?

- No, tell me.

- It's realizing the vaults

were never locked to begin with.

- Then why use banks at all?

- Because appearance matters.

To the IRS, for one.

Potential partners, investors,

they all expect a clean front.

Let me show you something.

See this here?

This for me.

This what they'll never see.

Check that out.

Jesus!

- Yes, Lord. - Is this real?

- Hell yeah, it's real.

- Damn.

- Hey.

All me. All me, free.

- Look, I gotta give it to you, brother.

You are always thinking 10 steps ahead, man.

- The only way to be ahead of those

who feel like they're 11 steps ahead.

- Well, let me ask you.

I mean, how much is that?

- Shit, enough to disappear twice.

Maybe even three times if you pack light,

I ain't taking nothing with me except that.

- Alright, so look, what's the end game?

Clearly you got plenty.

How much is enough?

- When the world goes sideways, my brother,

and it will, you need to be able to control your own escape.

And that means planes, passports, and payoffs.

Now, I know you got your little 800 credit score,

that's great.

But cash rules.

Look, nigga-

- What you want me to tell you?

- Look, when do you sleep, nigga?

- Only when everything is in my name,

or in my hand, or right here!

- Well, shit, you got it, baby.

I can't knock it, I can't knock it.

Listen, hold on, hold on.

Wait a minute now.

- What's that?

- I hope it's what I think it is.

First deposit from Bron has been confirmed.

We are in business.

- Fuck it, let's get it, then.

- Hm.

Hm.

Yeah.

- My birthday, maybe?

His birthday?

Narcissistic bastard.

Hm.

How many secrets were you hiding?

Okay.

So, that was a part of the plan,

just not the escape.

Randy.

- Didn't expect flowers, did you?

- I didn't expect you.

- Well, news travels fast.

I heard you was out, quick too.

No reunion tour, no press.

So I figured I'd come by and say welcome back.

- Ironic. Seeing as in you testified against me.

- Come on, Dana, you know that wasn't personal.

That was survival.

Girl, you know how the game go.

Those are fresh, by the way.

It still smells like him in here.

Leather and arrogance.

Funny.

I was thinking it smells like,

opportunism and bullshit.

- You still got that mouth.

It always made Matt nervous.

Me too, if I'm being honest with you.

- Well, don't be. What do you want?

- Well, I'll bite.

Five years? Out in four?

I thought you'd at least get 10.

After all, you did kill the nigga.

- Yeah, in the heat of passion,

and the court agreed.

See, that's the funny thing about courts.

They need just enough smoke to call it a fire.

But look, I am not here to rehash all of that.

Matt is gone, nothing's gonna bring him back,

I just can't by to check on you, you know?

I see you got a car.

Matt never liked car notes, he would buy them out, cash.

- Nah, what you came to see

is what I found out and what I know.

You don't give a fuck about what kind of car I drive.

- See, you was always sharp.

I liked that about you,

even when I couldn't stand you.

But, let's be clear.

We know that Matt had assets tucked away.

Hell, he showed me a video in the office one time

of a storage unit full of cash, documents,

and disc drives and whatnot.

So, I just came to see.

I mean, you know Matt, he was always paranoid,

always thinking that the world was gonna go sideways.

- He wasn't wrong. Just early.

- Yeah. Well, maybe.

Anyway, I came by to see

if you came across anything unusual.

Maybe I can help, you know?

Help you sort it all out.

- And if I've already sorted things out?

- Then you are a lot sharper than I give you credit for.

But look, remember.

Loyalty is dead.

Leverage, it's eternal.

Alright, I'll let you breathe.

But you know, I'll be around.

And Dana, honey, keep in mind.

Watch your back.

I'm not the only one who's gonna be coming around knocking.

It's good seeing you, girl.

Must've been doing Pilates in prison.

You look good.

Oh, put those flowers in water.

Yeah, she knows something.

Yeah.

Alright.

- Now I gotta deal with this bullshit.

Should've left when I had the chance.

Me and the money.

You know more than you said, Randy.

As do I.

Going somewhere?

Matthew, I wasn't, I-

- Ah, save it.

I've been watching you

ever since you hit that dining room.

So, you didn't think I have cameras in every room?

So, what is this?

My loving wife, suddenly playing thief.

- Matthew, I'm just trying to leave.

I, I need to leave- - With my money.

- With what's left of my life!

- Get here.

- Oh!

- You think you're a prisoner.

Bitch, look around.

You live like a queen

and you really don't know what real pain is.

You lucky I'm a Christian

or I'd show you what real pain is.

- One day, you gonna reap what you sow.

- Perhaps, but today ain't that day.

I'll be back.

Clean yourself up.

'Cause you look like shit.

- This won't be my life.

Not forever.

Hello?

Just paranoid.

Hello?

Dana. Hey.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have come at you like that.

- I'm good.

You sure?

You sound like- - I said I'm good.

Okay.

I'm here if you need anything.

Just don't shut me out.

- I knew there could be scarring.

Maybe hormonal changes, but,

to hear it out loud,

permanently infertile.

I didn't know it would feel like this.

- Dana, we made those decisions together.

Back then, it,

it just made sense.

We weren't ready.

- I know.

And I don't regret those decisions, I just.

Now I can't give you a family.

I, I can't carry your child and what,

what if that changes the way you feel about me?

- You are my family.

That hasn't changed.

And it won't.

- You really want me?

Just, just me?

- You think I stayed all this time,

built this life with you,

fell in love with you,

based off what you could give me?

Yes, I want you.

You, Dana.

I fell in love with a woman

that made me believe in something.

Despite my own damage.

This changes nothing.

You are still the only woman,

I wanna spend the rest of my life with.

We are enough.

Most importantly, you are enough,

for me.

- Getting back to me, piece by piece.

- Oh, look what the cat done drug in.

Girl, how you doing?

- I'm good, girl.

- Oh, what in the world we got going on with this hair?

- Just do what you can.

- Is this prison hair?

It is, but I kept my edges.

- Oh thank God, okay, so,

oh my goodness, you got five years of no trim?

- Mhmm.

- Oh Lord, okay.

We got some work to do.

Oh, yes.

As soon as I get done with her,

I gotta set her under this dryer, and I'll get to you, okay?

- Sounds good. - Alright.

- I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt,

but you are so pretty.

You got that grown woman glow.

You just got a vibe.

- Thank you.

I was about to say the same about you.

- I just believe in giving a woman her flowers.

Like, life is too short.

- I agree.

That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all week.

- First time here?

- No, just looking for a fresh start.

- Hm, fresh starts are powerful.

I'm Michelle, by the way.

- Oh, I'm Dana. Nice to meet you, Michelle.

- Nice to meet you too.

Well Dana, if you're ever in the mood

for lunch or coffee,

I would love to reconnect.

- I would like that.

Here, gimme your number.

- Let's swap.

Oh.

- Alright, well, can't wait.

I'll text you this week.

- I'm looking forward to it.

What's going on?

Hey, got an order for Frank?

One sugar espresso? - Oh yeah, I'll get it.

Thank you.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Appreciate you. - Yes sir, yes sir.

Enjoy. - Thank you.

- Thanks again for meeting up.

People usually get like a on-guard version of me.

I agree, it's the same.

It's rare to find this kind of genuine energy.

I'm really glad you texted me.

- Yeah, me too.

It's just something that just felt

so familiar and safe.

- Wow. That means a lot.

- So, how has your week been?

- Oof.

Ah, it's good.

Just trying to get back to myself.

It just feels like the world kept going.

But yeah, enough about me.

How about you, and tell me about your family.

- Well, my mom passed away five years ago,

but she's been struggling for a really long time.

My dad passed a year after that,

but he wasn't around much at all.

Sometimes I wonder what happened between them.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

You have any siblings?

- No. No cousins that I know of.

Just this guy that my mom called my uncle.

He's not blood but he looks out for me

and pays my rent, tuition.

But we're not exactly close.

- Hm. And you trust him?

- Mm, I trust that he'll give me what I need,

but not always for free.

- That's a lot to carry on your own.

- Yeah, it is, but I think I make it look easy.

Yeah. Generous.

What about you?

- Well, I don't really talk about it much, but,

I was adopted.

I grew up in Detroit and I was raised by a good family,

so, no bad history there.

But I always felt like I was missing something, you know?

- Have you ever tried to find them?

- I thought about it, but no I didn't.

Just never followed through with it.

I always felt like I would just

create the family I didn't have.

- I understand that.

- I see you got some textbooks there.

What are you studying?

- Network engineering.

It just makes sense to me, you know?

Like, numbers and code

are the only things that don't lie.

- That's funny because my ex studied the same thing.

He had a cybersecurity firm.

Made so much money, super successful.

We had a complicated history.

- Small world.

Any children?

No.

I didn't have kids, I always wanted to.

I wanted to have a whole tribe actually,

but when I was younger I made some choices and,

can't have kids.

- Hm. I'm so sorry.

- Mm, what's done is done.

But if I did have a daughter,

I would have loved her to grow up

and be just like you.

- Yeah, you seem like the mother

that I've always needed,

but I don't really know how to trust that yet.

- It's okay.

You don't have to trust me all at once.

So, let's make this a regular thing.

We can take it one cup of tea at a time.

- I told you not to call me again.

Don't know how many times I have to say this.

It was one night, goddamn!

Listen, whatever you thought you heard,

you clearly misunderstood,

so let's not romanticize this shit.

You were convenient, the head was top tier,

but it was one night, it was a mistake.

And I have moved on with the life that I have

with the woman that I love.

- Okay, so but what am I supposed to do, huh?

With her?

With myself, look, Matthew, I'm drowning, okay?

Look, sometimes I just,

I think about ending it all.

I'm tired, Matthew.

And I don't know.

I don't know how I'm supposed to handle all this.

I don't know what to do.

- Well, you better get help, learn how to swim.

I've given you everything that you need.

- I don't need your fucking money!

I don't need you. I don't need that.

I need you to be there for her,

Michelle needs you!

That's what she fucking needs, okay?

That's what she needs!

She needs to see her father, she needs to know her father.

She needs to talk to you.

She needs to see you. That's it.

It's not that fucking hard.

- Absolutely not.

Lemme tell you what's gonna happen.

Randy will make sure the payments keep coming.

All the monthly expenses, her tuition, it's handled.

She'll never want for anything.

But this, us,

this shit never existed.

- You heartless bitch.

- Oh no, bitch, I'm realistic.

I told you I have a life.

Dana does not know and she never will,

I refuse to let some pussy ruin what I've built.

You and the girl, stay away.

No calls, no messages, nothing.

Do not play with me.

Or I will end you my damn self.

End of story.

- Michelle, she's gonna hate the fuck outta you one day,

watch, she's gonna hate you.

She's going to hate your ass.

- Hm.

Better she hates a ghost than fuck up my life.

Now, get off my damn phone.

Was that the girl's mother?

Nigga, is you spying on me?

What the hell are you doing in my office anyway?

- I was walking in and the door was halfway open,

I heard you talking loud.

What the hell is going on, Matt?

- Don't worry about it, that ain't your business.

- Oh, you made it my business

when you made me the money man in your bullshit.

That girl's your daughter and you acting

like she's some sort of disposable side effect.

What if Dana finds out?

- She won't. That's why you're involved.

You're supposed to see to that.

- And what if she does, then what?

You think she's gonna forgive you after this?

After everything?

- Just drop it.

- I'm not dropping a damn thing.

That girl's your daughter and you about to ghost her

and have her not grow up with her father

and have all kind of questions

that she's never gonna get the answers to.

Matt, that's coward shit.

- I'm not here to be nobody's daddy,

I'm here to protect what I have with Dana!

This will destroy her and you know that.

- Then you be a man and you stand on that shit.

Don't put it on me.

- Hm.

You'll do what I'm paying you to do,

which is to make sure Michelle never wants for anything,

but nothing ever gets traced back to me

because if I even hear one whisper,

one thread comes back to me,

oh, it will be some consequences and repercussions.

- You threatening me, Matthew?

- Motherfucker, I'm reminding you who you work for.

You better look at the sign.

- You press your luck with me

and you gon' fuck around and find out,

and find out fast.

I don't scare easy, nigga.

- I said what I said, go do your fucking job.

- You know, all this fucking shit that you burying

is gonna jump up and bite you in your ass.

- Hm.

Perhaps.

- We received a call about an anonymous threat.

- Come in.

- You're sure you didn't fabricate all this?

People do all kinds of things

when they're scared or-

- You think I'm making this up?

- I think your husband's death was never really clean.

Lotta whispers. Big money left behind.

And you had motive.

- Yeah, well he had secrets

and a lot of issues that a lot of people didn't know about,

so fuck your little theories.

- This threat, it could be real.

Real enough for somebody else to end up dead.

People talk, Dana.

And dangerous people listen.

- Yeah.

That's why you need to be out there

investigating them, not interrogating me.

- Oh, I am.

But as far as I'm concerned,

you're not off the table.

You never were.

You're good, Dana.

Too damn good. And that's why I don't trust you.

Be careful.

Or somebody out there won't knock first.

Have a good night, Dana.

Shit.

Who can I trust?

Carla?

Maybe, but,

what if she's being watched too?

No.

Okay.

I did just meet Michelle.

I don't know, it was something in her eyes,

it just felt like I could trust her.

No. No, it's too soon.

Okay.

For now, I trust myself.

My instincts kept me alive this long.

Somebody's coming.

And I'll be ready.

- Dana?

What are you doing here?

- Making a deposit.

That's what people do at banks, right?

- But you've been ghosting me for days.

And now all of a sudden I run into you here.

Come on, D. What's going on?

- Someone left a package on my doorstep.

No return address.

What kind of package?

- It had photos of me and Matthew, circled in red,

articles about his death.

It was a threat.

Said they knew about the money he left behind.

Said they're coming for it.

- Have you called the police, Dana?

What the hell?

- Yeah, and guess who showed up?

Detective Sticks.

Thinks I have motive.

Money, revenge maybe?

- That man never could separate his instinct from his ego.

So what are you gonna do?

- That's the thing.

I don't know who I can trust.

Even me.

- You...

Carla, you said some things after Matthew's death.

- Dana, I had to ask, okay?

I know what people are capable of when they're pushed

and I know what he did to you.

- Yeah, but this is bigger than a bad marriage or secrets.

Someone is after me.

They're watching, waiting.

And if I let the wrong person in,

that might be the end of me.

- Then let the right person in the room, Dana.

Alright? I'm not here to judge you.

I'm your friend and I'm here

because I know you didn't deserve any of that.

So tell me what you need.

- I need to stay two steps ahead.

I need someone who has my back, no questions asked.

You've had that since the academy.

- Carla, I wanna trust you, I really do,

but everything just feels sideways.

Like people are looking at me through peepholes.

- Then let the right person in the room!

- Just let me think about it, okay?

- You don't have all day to think, okay?

Because who's ever out there,

they're coming and they're not gonna wait.

- Yeah.

You better not be lying to me.

I didn't know if I should call.

I'm glad I did.

- Me too.

You asked, I'm here.

Couldn't miss this.

Not after everything.

Surprised to hear from you, though.

I was hearing you were out.

I didn't believe it.

- So glad to be out.

Get some fresh air, some clarity,

and a good cup of coffee.

- Yeah, this place here got the good kind.

Ah, it's alright.

It's better than prison coffee.

- I bet.

You look like yourself again.

- I'm getting there.

- Good.

- So, how'd you hear I was out?

Some clickbait post.

Called it a community sighting

or something like that.

- While I was in there,

I kept replaying the banquet over and over.

You made me feel something real.

Even if it was for a moment.

- Me too.

But it wasn't just for a moment.

Serious, Dana.

It was real for me.

- I have to ask you something.

Did you believe the rumors?

About me doing it for money?

- Well, I heard them.

But no, I didn't believe them.

I know what kind of man Matthew was.

I know how he talked to you, how he treated you.

I knew that halo he put on was just a front.

- He broke me.

In ways I didn't know a person could break.

- He didn't deserve the pedestal he put himself on.

He didn't.

- But I didn't judge you.

And I still don't.

Just wish there was something I could've done

when I had the chance.

- Trying to be a hero now?

Nah.

Just a man that wants to see the real you.

A woman that made me feel something real

for the first time in a long time.

I'm not trying to come off like a savior

or an easy rebound, but,

if there's still any place in your heart

that believes in second chances,

let me be the one you can trust.

Even if it means one day at a time.

I've been so confused lately.

Learned not to give that out so easily anymore.

- Not asking for easy.

I'm asking for real.

After you. - Thank you.

- Enjoy that non-prison coffee you had?

- Oh, you have jokes, huh? - Crazy.

- I'll let you in, but slow.

- Slow is good enough for me.

Enjoy your day, beautiful.

- Okay, Dana.

Don't fall in love, okay?

Just because he's kind to you

doesn't mean he's safe.

You need to stay sharp.

Hey, bitch. Don't get cute and fall in love.

I'm not falling in love, I'm, I'm thinking.

Yeah, yeah. You're thinking with your heart.

That man got that cat wet

and now you wanna feel your way through this?

Nah, fuck that.

But he's kind to me.

Alright.

That nigga might mean well,

hell, he might even be real.

But you know what's more real?

That package on your doorstep,

that blood on your hands,

and that motherfucking money.

So don't get caught playing house

when you need to be playing chess.

Don't forget the mission, get the money.

Find out who's watching you,

and don't let that smile get you fucked up.

Tomorrow I'll figure out what to do with Deon.

The drive, all of it.

But for now...

It's not good.

"Sounds scary. Want me to come by?"

- Hey.

- Hey.

I just wanted to call

because messages can be a little deceiving.

- Oh, understandable.

- Did you really wanna come by

or are you just being nice?

- I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it.

I actually like talking to you.

- Okay, well,

yeah, swing by, I could really use the company.

- I'm halfway out the house now.

- Alright.

- Bye.

- Hey. - Hey!

- Come on in.

- This is a nice place.

- Thanks.

Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.

Do you want some water or wine or anything?

- Uh, wine if you're having some.

- After the past few days, I need a glass.

- It's nice.

That's him.

- Got us some glasses.

I got you white, I figured you might like that.

Michelle?

- You don't know what it's like to be trapped outside.

Finding my mom dead.

Having a sperm donor who don't give a fuck about me.

Walking around every damn day, broken!

On the inside.

I'm angry!

Broken.

But on the outside,

I mean, I smile.

I mean, I play the good student.

I check all the boxes!

And yet still.

I feel nothing.

- Michelle, please.

- What the hell are you doing?

God!

How in the fuck are we supposed to find the money now?

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