All language subtitles for Diarra From Detroit s02e05 The Escape Artist.eng

DIARRA: I was ready
for my mom era.

A co-parent
who can use my sperm?

She could make
this domestic thing fun.

You don't want kids?

No, this world
is fucked up as it is.

Well, I can't break up
with a Black man

- while he's in jail.
- What?

DIARRA: Chris might not be
the one, but he still needs me.

Somebody blew up your car.
Your boyfriend locked up.

You need prayer,
alcohol, and fellowship.

My weave and Chris locked up.

He asked if I can intro you
to someone

who could help
with the customs issue.

My boy, Priest,
is a barber.

DANGER: Michigan Vanguard.
Fucking Militia?

BAILEY:
The revolution has to be funded.

I know
you're not na�ve on that.

Who the hell
is Cartier Kelly?

[Diarra screams in pain]

You just entered
into a contract.

You gonna find out
who killed my nephew.

I'm gonna find your people.
Make you suffer.

We need to find Booker.
His testimony frees Chris.

I need you to tell me

what you saw
the night of the Coney killings.

I know your boyfriend
wasn't there that night.

And I know who was.
But I need my inheritance.

Find it,
and I'm your star witness.

DIARRA:
This was about more than

getting him out
to dump him.

Oh, my fucking God.

DIARRA: I missed him.

I missed Chris.

Here's your treasure.

DIARRA:
The painting's a clue.

This is only the beginning.

[upbeat music playing]

DIARRA: Confession.

Once I escaped Brightmoor,
shit, I couldn't stop.

I became an escape artist.

Can you... Jesus, what?
Bitch, what?

Not y'all crawling
through the sewer.

DIARRA: I escaped again,
and again, and again.

- I'm on summer vacation.
- Mm-hmm.

Which means we are vacating
from all of this shit.

Except getting Chris free
and finding that gold.

And I wasn't the only one
looking for a nice escape.

Well, Mac is officially cooked.

I fucked the shit
out of that little nigga.

- What?
- Right?

- Yeah.
- Okay, I drained his ass

- like he was a bathtub.
- [all exclaiming]

DIARRA: I heard something deep
within my subconscious say...

Dee, you're in limbo.

You be a state of mind
or dance.

So dance.

DIARRA: I realized
if I was meant to become a mom,

this might be
my last summer of freedom.

So I surrendered
to a pre-mom-cation.

There's an art to escaping,
and I'd become a master at it.

Or so I thought.

- [pounding on door]
- Oh, shit!

- TEA: Who the hell is that?
- Oh!

DIARRA:
It was trouble.

Wait, I should go back.

[tense music playing]

First, you should know
what I didn't.

And I can think of one reason
not to kill your fucking ass.

DIARRA: That all my escapes
had come at a cost.

You're not getting it.
None of this ever happened.

DIARRA: Months ago, before
the case of the missing armoire,

I didn't know it, but my messes
had set a gang war in motion.

And all of the D
would pay the price.

Here's the story
of how trouble I couldn't escape

came right to my front door.

[phone ringing]

SPIDER:
Pump pick up, man.

- Yo?
- SPIDER: Yo, Pump, listen.

They'll be dead, man.

Yeah, it was a fucking setup.

- Roman ain't on that shit.
- Huh?

- Yo, you hear me?
- Hold up, I'm getting a pen.

[audio cutting out] Danger
ain't for a Black shit...

Teach y'all a thing.
He's a Black...

You said Danger.

Roman.

A preacher in a Camry?

Not a fucking Camry.
Chevy.

- PUMP: Kill the preacher.
- Teacher.

- PUMP: I got it.
- Teacher. Fuck!

- Pump, you hear me?
- PUMP: Pops.

- [gunshots popping]
- [grunting]

Pops! Hello?

DIARRA:
And so Pump's arrogant ass

ascended to the throne
way too soon.

?

My pops is gone.

My auntie Velvet, gone.

I'm just here
to let y'all niggas know.

I'm in charge
of the Woodward Boys now.

We running Woodward
from downtown to 8 Mile.

[laughs]

Y'all niggas gonna pay
y'all taxes. [laughs]

And we gone be generous to
keep the Chief off y'all neck.

[knuckles cracking]

Seem like y'all arthritis
want to flow.

Yeah.

I have something to say.

After hearing your proposal
and... [clears throat]

...giving it
no consideration,

I have to say, fuck that.

Fuck you say, old nigga?

I said...

- fuck you running shit, Pump.
- [Scarface laughs]

I'mma to bow down
to some YN

and even take care of that nigga
who killed his own people.

First of all, old nigga,
mind your fucking business.

We handling that.

Roman, Danger,
the preacher in the Chevy.

They all on my IG hit list.
Pull up, bro.

[scoffs]
And all my followers know.

- Dead them niggas on sight.
- Good luck with that.

I'm going to say
this one time.

F-Mob ain't paying
no more taxes.

And we not bending the knee.

Huh? Huh?

Huh?

We're out.

CARTIER:
Past your bed time, nigga

[laughter]

Fucking nepo babies.

When niggas started putting
kill lists on Instagram.

The fuck? [laughs]

Ox.

This is about
to get real foul.

You need to make a choice.

Otherwise...

shit's gonna get real
uncomfortable for you too.

[dramatic music playing]

The pops must be
an OG with the scar.

DIARRA: Then I just had to go
into Gratiot Kings' territory.

[both grunting]

Chris!

Where Chris's rage
could stir the pot...

Hey!

...of confusion.

This is F-Mob.
Oh, yeah, yeah.

That's called
self-sending me a message.

And on my baby prom night
is over the line.

Yeah, we hitting them
back hard, y'all.

Hard and disrespectful.

Go, go, go, go!

DIARRA:
Then Gratiot Kings would strike

when Cartier
was already out for blood.

- Weak!
- [glass shattering]

[engine revving]

All of my escapes
were really a conjuring

for trouble.

SCARFACE:
That's how you handle business.

Gratiot Kings style, baby.

Y'all gotta get
that nigga Pump next.

You hear me?

Check his Instagram,
his TikTok,

his Blue Sky, shit,
his mama's Facebook.

I don't give a fuck
You get him.

That motherfucker
gotta get got ASAP.

Niggas is vulnerable.

Before they know it,
it's gonna be an all-out war.

It's gonna be our window
to strike on them.

The fuck!

- [engine revving]
- [gunshots rattling]

Ah!

?

Ah!

[grunting]

[Scarface wheezing]

Good night from Cartier.

[gunshots popping]

DIARRA: And then,
the Gratiot Kings would fall.

And trouble would need
a new safe haven.

But like I said,

I didn't know
any of that just yet.

- [pounds on door]
- Cartier.

- Do you think he found me?
- Damn, well there goes my buzz.

I know
he didn't expect me

to find the Coney killer
in a few hours.

He's gonna kill me.
Fuck! Shit!

It was a good thing
I took the confiscation box

from school.

Those badass kids
had good shit.

Fuck! Oh, wait, no, no, no.
Not today.

- Here!
- Okay.

DIARRA:
And we needed to arm up.

- [pounding on door]
- [taser buzzing]

BOOKER:
Yo, come on, man.

Come on,
tell me you got my treasure.

I need it. Like now.

DIARRA: Turned out
trouble was my witness.

- Who the fuck is all of them?
- Okay, these are my friends.

They were just
going to bed.

[mouthing] It's Booker.
It's Booker.

I've never sobered up
so fast in my fucking life.

Booker.

I knew
I needed to handle him

with kid gloves.

You wanna tell me
what happened?

Gratiot Kings
just got hit a couple hours ago.

- [tires screeching]
- [gunshots rattling]

Daddy!

Shit was
a fucking massacre, man.

Oh, shit.

Are Lisa and Brandee,
are they okay?

No. Their pops is gone.

I'm taking them
out of state now.

Oh, Jesus.

Lisa was letting me stay
in the basement.

I got nowhere else to go.

I don't know what else to do
except get my treasure,

get my little brother,
and get the fuck out of here.

All right, slow down.
Let's breathe.

I also knew the universe
had sent me

one hell of
a motherhood test.

I told you
that I would help you,

- and I will.
- So you got it.

Well, you know,
I'm working on it.

- I just need you to trust me.
- Ron said, "Trust me."

He said, "I know
the desk is yours, Booker."

And then I catch him
on the phone

trying to sell it
from up underneath me.

All right, I'm not Ron.

All right?
I'm a teacher.

If I tell a kid that I'm
going to help them, I mean it.

- I'm ain't a kid. I'm 22.
- Okay.

What the fuck
kind of teacher are you, man?

Hey, teachers
have full lives, bro.

Tea, please.

I don't know if you're
going to want to help me

- when you find out the truth.
- 'm pretty tough, Booker.

I can forgive a lot.

[Booker sniffles]

At the Coney...

there were two shooters.

And one of them was me.

[dramatic music playing]

[gentle music playing]

I can't believe you let baby
Suge Knight stay the night.

He's the key
to getting Chris out of jail.

He's also a scared kid.

What?
We don't know what happened.

He murdered a whole person.

Yeah, but-
well, there's no such thing

- as murdering half a person.
- It's not cute right now.

DIARRA: In fact,
it was getting downright ugly.

Booker needed my help,

but I had already promised
Cartier his head.

You need to press his ass.
Get him the fuck up out of here.

You don't even know if that
ghetto desk belongs to him.

- Shh!
- BOOKER: It belongs to me.

My granny left it to me
on her deathbed.

She said
my inheritance was in it.

She was superstitious
about everything,

but especially that J and P.

She said
only a worthy man,

a man of honor,
could hold the fortune.

And if he wasn't,

the treasure
would kill your ass.

Is he threatening us?

Cuzzo, why don't you go
make us some breakfast, please?

I don't have a sight line
from the kitchen.

I might need
to body slam this nigga.

Raqueeba,
go make some damn eggs.

[Raqueeba sighs]

And some bacon
and some biscuits.

I needed to get to the bottom
of his story, and quick.

I needed the second shooter.

Good morning.

I told Booker
he could stay another night,

but the rent was steep.

I needed every detail.

I needed him to make me
feel like I was there.

[dramatic music playing]

I schemed
that shit up perfectly.

The niggas from Reddit
was coming,

and I was praying
one of them had my key.

But off rip,
everything went left.

Surge was my boy
since we played PAL.

When he found out
I didn't bring the desk,

and wouldn't tell him
where it was,

and he went nuts.

I need that fucking desk.

Hey, yo,
calm the fuck down, Surge.

- I need that fucking desk.
- Yo, Surge!

Surge was F-Mob.

Cartier soldiers,
they liked to bring him gifts.

Stuff he covets,
like buffs or antiques.

You were always just a mark.

Yeah, well, you forgot
I had your boyfriend's gun.

Nigga,
where the fuck is that desk!

- [overlapping shouting]
- [gunshot popping]

[panting]

- [door clicks open]
- Oh, shit.

I've been
to antique auctions before.

But a secret invite?
They're going all out.

Drove down from Blair,
Michigan.

You guys can't come in here.
Auction's off.

I just drove two damn hours.

Yeah, I don't have time
for this, player. Excuse me.

BOOKER: And I thought
I had ghosted Lisa's boss,

but his weak ass
showed up anyway.

I didn't know @squarebusiness
on Reddit was him.

And that old dude?

Must have been
@MichiganStrong0808.

I was sure whoever bid the most
was gonna have my key.

Okay, so, who killed these two?

BOOKER: Some lady in a mask.

Came in through the back.
All businesslike.

She was never finna bid.

WOMAN: Get on your knees!

- And at this point,
- WOMAN: Where is it?

BOOKER:
I was pissing myself.

BOOKER: The desk? It ain't here.
I promise ma'am.

I didn't know what she was
gonna do when she took

- the gun from me.
- LISA'S BOSS: Stop, please.

[gunshots popping]

WOMAN: Last chance.
Where's the desk?

- How'd you survive?
- Surge wasn't dead.

He popped back up.

Lady killer turned
to finish the job.

The whole time she was whistling
like killing wasn't nothing.

- [whistling continues]
- And I ran.

Wait, how'd you know
it was a woman?

She smelled like
old lady perfume.

Wait a minute.

So, you're saying
it was a masked

- old lady killer?
- Yep. Mm-hmm.

Like, old lady? Like, how old?
Am I an old lady to you?

Don't answer that.
Do not answer that.

Booker, I need you
to go to the cops

and tell them
what you just told me.

Nah, man. Fuck that shit.
No, fuck that, man.

You know
what happened to me in jail?

You said
you'd be my star witness.

And I will be from 2,000 miles
away once I get my money.

Now, I ain't looked at it yet,

but I got
the whole damn bloodbath

- recorded on a drone.
- RAQUEEBA: Wait, wait.

- You got a whole video?
- Of course I do.

The niggas
could've had my key.

Raqueeba, I got this.

When me and my little bro
safe on some beach,

I'll tell you
where the drone at.

- That's the deal.
- I'm sorry,

but fucking fuckity fuck no.

That could take forever.

We don't know how long
Dunc's treasure hunt is.

He had no Netflix,
no TikTok, no apps whatsoever.

Okay,
this motherfucker had time.

Sounds like your ass
better get to work then.

Booker, there is a man in jail.

I don't have time to sit around
and play fucking games with you.

So what the fuck
about me then, huh?

I seen the news.

Your damn boyfriend's
a local celebrity in there.

He's protected.
And you said it.

Surge was F-Mob.
And Lady Killer knows my face.

So while they debating
and deciding

whether or not
it was self-defense,

I'll be in County
getting fucking murked.

DIARRA: I hated it,
but he had a point,

if his story
was to be believed.

Fuck!

[cutlery clattering]

I wanted
to believe him,

but Chris had been so sure
that Booker couldn't be trusted.

If I was going
to make a deal,

I needed to put
Booker to the test.

[birds chirping]

I saw you work up a sweat.
You hungry?

- I ate when I got up.
- Well, eat again.

- It's hot.
- Where's Dirk?

Him and Sam
took a load to the city.

The farm to tables downtown

can't get enough
of my sweet corn.

- Susan, Mel, Levi?
- Everybody's gone.

- What, that's done?
- Yeah, that's done.

Thought maybe you was reeling
in niggas for the Militia.

- I ain't with it.
- I voted for Big Gretch.

- I fucking hate those guys.
- Not from what I saw.

You know, first you're moving
more than farm-fresh corn.

Okay.

Then you're moving shit
for the Vanguard?

I'm not Militia.

It's a temporary arrangement.

They're using this farm
to move meth.

Tell yourself whatever you want.
You with them.

If I pull out right now,
I put everybody at this farm,

including you,
in harm's way.

The Vanguard
is planning something big,

and as soon as they're done,

they cut me and this farm loose.

I don't give a shit.

I was always
just passing through.

Bullshit.
You love this place.

Riding horses
and planting shit.

And fucking me. You're home.

Don't let some dumb shit
that I did

drive you back to a world
that left you for dead.

As soon as this is over,
we can do whatever we want.

What the fuck
do you want from me?

I like you, Om.

I want you
to eat your fucking eggs.

DIARRA:
My patented Oreo cookie test.

After years
in the classroom,

I developed a surefire method
for rooting out baby sociopaths.

Cookie?

See, sociopaths never unlock

the magic
of an Oreo cookie.

They bite straight into it,
like a god damn ham sandwich.

- [Diarra sighs]
- You got some milk?

He passed with flying colors.

So, that's
when we made the deal.

We'd find his treasure,
and he'd give me that drone

that would help
free Chris.

Okay, so,
this is our latest clue.

It's supposed to tell us
where to go,

but I don't get it.

You?

BOOKER:
Cain and Abel grow old.

DIARRA: What's that?

BOOKER: Whenever somebody
was beefing when I was younger,

my granny used to say, "Cain
and Abel should have grown old."

DIARRA: Hmm.

I guess it was
a family saying.

It's a message
from Dunc to his two sons.

See, they were beefed out.

So he's trying
to tell them,

"Work together,
find the treasure."

But they couldn't.

It's my mom-cation,

and you got me working
like an Alabama slave.

Oh, no, thank you, Miss Anne,
but breakfast was fire.

Bussin'.

The fuck.
Hey, yo. There's a button here.

DIARRA:
How do we miss this?

RAQUEEBA:
Because you was drunk.

Shut up.
Okay, same time. Ready?

- All right.
- Go.

- Oh.
- Oh.

BOOKER: "Your first move
is the last stop."

Hmm.

Your first move
is your last-

Does that mean
anything to you?

- Last stop.
- Train stop.

- Bus stop.
- Wingstop.

- GameStop.
- Okay, just stop.

So there would
have been absolutely

zero GameStops in 1932,

but there would have been
plenty of train stations.

- Dunc was Mr. Secrets, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Which station
was the most low-key?

DIARRA:
Then it hit me.

Detroit was the last stop

for a famously low-key train.

A train stealth enough
for an Alabama slave.

The Underground Railroad.

And the last stop
on the Underground Railroad was?

BOTH:
Trinity Rose Baptist Church.

- Mm, mm.
- Okay.

DIARRA:
We were off to a great start.

[phone chimes]

Which meant I was ignoring
my other prospective partner.

[tense music playing]

The Underground Railroad.

And the last stop
on the Underground Railroad was?

BOTH:
Trinity Rose Baptist Church.

- DIARRA: Mm, mm.
- RAQUEEBA: Okay.

Holstein,
I got a line on some evidence

that exonerates Chris.

I'm going to bring you
the real Coney killer.

Stop sending me
to voicemail, God damn it.

[road din]

And so I hustled back
to the same fateful place

where somebody
blew up my car.

A not-so-subtle message
to back off.

But I was
full steam ahead,

hoping to catch up
with Lady Killer

before she again
caught up with me.

TEA: There she is.
Hey, friend.

- Hi, bookie.
- Okay.

- [Aja grunts]
- All right, let's do it.

WANDA: All aboard

for the Trinity Rose
Underground Railroad Tour.

I'm your conductor,
Sister Wanda.

Whoo-hoo!
Come on in.

DIARRA: I took my students
on the Trinity Tour twice a year

and knew
the history by heart.

But the church
was hiding Dunc's next clue,

and we were
going to find it.

Can't we just
choke Booker out

'til he agrees
to go to the cops?

What? No.

If we piss that boy off,

we could lose
the footage forever.

Finding the treasure

is the fastest way
to ID Lady Killer.

And it'll show
Chris wasn't there

- at the time of the shooting.
- [cane thudding on floor]

I won't allow no side-talking,
and I won't be trifled with.

Now, I'm sure
you notice I carry the peace

that surpasses
all understanding.

Now, I'm a caring person,

but nobody messes with
this holy ground on my watch.

- Come this way.
- DIARRA: I don't know why

I ever doubted Booker's story.

Shit, half the grannies
in the D were packing.

Okay, keep your eyes open
for any sign of Dunc.

Masonic symbol
or a keyhole, okay?

- Break.
- WANDA: Back in 1851,

when Trinity Rose
was founded by free Blacks,

the slaves stayed down here,
waiting for the perfect time

to cross the Detroit River
to Canada into freedom.

And now for the interactive
portion of the tour.

I'm gonna kill the light

so that you can feel
what the slaves felt

alone down here
with only their thoughts,

fears,
and the good Lord.

[woman sobbing]

DIARRA: It was hard
not to imagine

the greatest escape
in history

and the terror
the runaways must have felt.

Okay, girl.

I can't console no white woman
on the Underground Railroad.

- I'm sorry.
- Hell no.

Okay.

Did y'all see anything?

- Not yet.
- No.

Maybe all the crying
reminded me of babies.

Or maybe being
under a church reminded me

there was one confession I still
needed to make to my friends.

- Royce offered me his sperm.
- [Aja gasps]

TEA: To drink?

What? No!

Come on back with me
to boring hetero sexual land.

- To go half on a baby.
- Why?

What, because
his man clock is ticking,

and we'd make cute babies.

What? Apparently,
I'd be a very fun co-parent.

That's insane.

Didn't he act like a asshole

when you got pregnant
back in the day?

Yes, but he was having
a hard time then.

He's different now.
Things are different.

Dee, I know you not
in the Underground Railroad

and you
talking about going backwards?

I am on the Underground
Railroad talking about

freeing myself
from conventional paradigms.

And it's- it's less complicated

because I'm not
in love with him.

But the man has good,
smart, athletic semen.

It's blue chip semen.

No, y'all not down here
talking about semen.

I did say semen, yes.

- Hmm.
- DIARRA: Um...

Because I, um,
from a historical standpoint,

was wondering, you know,

if the runaways
ever had sex down here.

Inappropriate question.

But I'll allow it
because it's a first.

Yes, I think they did.

We some good-looking people.

- And adrenaline was pumping.
- Pumping.

Come this way.

She gonna fucking shoot us.

Here you'll see
what the escapees found.

Two pails of water
and a husk of corn,

which doubled as a snack first,

toilet paper later.

[person sobbing]

It was a test in mental
and physical endurance.

All they had to look at
was each other

and these four walls.

Miss Wanda,
what's the story with this wall?

Did they brick it over
recently or...

Ain't no story.
It's a brick wall.

DIARRA:
I was sure that wasn't true.

Dunc's next clue was behind it.

I was supposed
to follow the gold.

That's when I knew
I'd correctly deciphered

Dunc's Easter egg.

In the Cain and Abel painting,
the doorway is open.

[scoffs] There's something
behind that wall.

Okay, so?

So, we need to
cut open that gate

and tear down that wall.

Yeah, but Dee,
that don't sound quiet or legal.

So?

- I got the tea.
- Okay.

Listen, it's a historic site,

so nothing can be altered
without federal approval.

And Miss Wanda's
not our only gun nut.

Armed security 24-7

since that preacher
got shot off Seven Mile.

Oh, no.

So, only time
we stand a chance

at breaking in
is when Miss Wanda

and her team are at worship.

So, we come back
tomorrow for Sunday service?

- Yes.
- Praise and worship

should be loud enough

for us to do whatever
we need to do to break bricks.

- Yes.
- The one time y'all come

to church for me,
it's on some BS.

Oh, the Lord
will forgive you, Aja.

- It's for a righteous cause.
- Your heart is pure.

- He gonna bless it.
- [phone vibrating]

Oh.

Cousin. Yo.

We have
a serious fucking problem.

Cartier knows where you stay.

- Oh.
- RAQUEEBA: "Nice escape.

"Now, where the fuck
is my shooter? Tick tock."

- Well-
- RAQUEEBA: And he left

his damn number, girl.

Okay, whatever you do,

don't let Booker see it.

He's skittish enough,
and we need him.

RAQUEEBA: So, are we giving
up baby Suge Knight?

What? No, Raqueeba.

Of course I'm not turning
him over to that lunatic.

Dee, what the fuck
are we gonna do?

I have a kid to go home to.

I don't know, Raqueeba.
I'm trying to figure that out.

The pressure to find Lady Killer
was coming from all sides,

and the pressure building inside
my own chest was nearly as bad.

[tense music]

My hair.
Oh, thank you, Jesus.

I feel like the Lord
and I could share credit.

AJA: Thank you.

No, no, I got you.
I got you.

- I got you.
- Oh, sorry.

Thank you, Priest.

Royce said you needed a favor.

And I got a homie
that's big shit at the port,

so it wasn't no big thing.

- You know what I'm saying?
- Thank you.

- You're saving my life.
- I got you.

Right here.

Thank you.

You don't seem too used
to folks doing you favors.

Oh, small business owner, baby.

I'm used to getting everything
out the mud during a rainstorm.

- Damn.
- [Aja chuckles]

That sound kind of stressful.

AJA: Um...

so, Priest, you're-
you're not, like,

officially ordained, are you?

[laughs] No.

If you bless enough heads,
the name sticks.

And I give
a pretty good shampoo.

Thank you.

Wouldn't mind giving you the
full blessing sometime, though.

Oh, uh...

[laughs] I'm sorry.

Um, Priest, I think I'm going to

drive my little
Buick Envista to the shop

and get back to work.

What about tonight?

You don't know how many
bald-headed sisters

is cursing my name,

so I got to get this hair sorted
and delivered.

Hey, you know, don't mind me.

Just trying to get
you out that rainstorm.

Sometimes getting it out
the mud is a little overrated,

you know what I'm saying?

[phone vibrating]

Oh, I got to take this.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Hey, Mary? Hey.

Yeah, I was just
about to call you.

Yeah, mm-hmm.
First thing Monday morning.

Right now?

Put your pistol down, Mary.
I said I'm coming.

Shit. Thank you.
I'll call you.

[mellow guitar music]

You know that guy?

DANGER: No. Just this shooting
I read about in Detroit.

Tell me they had my Faygo.

- Strawberry.
- Red.

- Just red pop.
- Close enough.

[Diarra grunting]

So, I think I like a barber.

Oh, a priest and a nun.

I love it.

I was relieved

she wasn't talking about
Harley as a suitor.

I had no idea she was dancing
around her own perfect storm.

No, he's not just a barber.

He owns his own shop.

Look...

Tell me that's not somebody
that I can't launch

a his-or-her hair brand with.

Maybe try to launch
dinner and drinks first.

Okay.

I need to make sure
he can match my hustle.

I can't be
entertaining no bullshit.

How many church
peppermints do you need?

Wait for it.

[laughter]

Okay. [grunts]

May the joyful noise
of the church

cover our break-in.

- Hallelujah.
- Amen.

AJA:
Oh, God, forgive us.

CECIL: Beautiful, brother.
Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, we are few in number,
but we are many.

Saints,

let's welcome our guests.

Always nice to see
the youth represented.

Oh, the youth.

- Are we the youth?
- Yes.

I think he means comparatively.

I had heard
the church was dying,

but this was crazy.

An old and quiet congregation.

[coughing]

There was no way
we were busting down walls.

CECIL: The word is, Hebrews,
chapter 13, verse eight.

- Jesus...
- AJA: Oh.

- ...is the same...
- Yeah.

CECIL:... yesterday, today...

- Amen.
- CECIL:... and forever.

DIARRA: I was starting to
realize why Booker's desk

had gone unnoticed
in the nursery.

God in his infinite grace
is consistent with us.

- WANDA: Amen.
- That's right.

Why is it so sparse?

Oh, I ain't one for gossip.

DIARRA:
She wasn't one for gossip.

She also wasn't one
for leaving anything out.

WANDA:
But it's all Keke's fault.

The pastor's ex-wife.

Uh-huh. Heavenly voice,
worldly woman.

She abandoned Trinity
when they split.

Most folks
ain't been back since.

...even if it means
we have to leave them behind.

- [organ playing]
- He's preaching, okay?

WANDA:
Most days, we half this many.

Well, Gregory's wife died,

so the casserole brigade
has descended.

But he on dialysis.

- He can't do nothing.
- Oh.

But he do got two quarters
to rub together,

so I guess them old chicks don't
mind embarrassing themselves.

DIARRA: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

[off-key vocalizing]

[coughing]

With no opening for an escape,

my mind wandered.

Could one of these
hip replacement candidates

be Lady Killer?

Well, I knew
at least one of them was armed.

Just like Ezekiel,
when he saw that wheel

and that big wheel run by what?

That big wheel run by faith!

I hear someone here
is in need of healing.

- Today, Lord...
- Yes, Lord.

...someone's having
trouble with their heart.

Help them, Lord.

They need a stent.

You need a surgery.

DIARRA: And I needed
to get Booker his treasure.

CECIL: If I'm talking to you,
come on down to the altar.

If I'm talking to you,
you come on down.

He's talking about me.

DIARRA:
I was done with conjecture.

And me.

I needed that drone.

- I'll cover for you, okay?
- Me? Why me?

Because I've seen
your arms before, Tea.

Do I look like I'm about
to break down a brick wall?

- This is our best shot.
- Fine, fine, fine.

Okay, okay.

CECIL: Everyone, come on down.

- [indistinct]
- Line up in the front.

I'm coming, Lord. Excuse me,
excuse me. Excuse me.

Stop playing in the house
of the Lord.

- Excuse me, excuse me.
- Sit yo ass down.

DIARRA: I am so sorry.
Excuse me.

This way, this way.

CHURCH LADY:
Hey, now I'm first.

- AJA: Diarra, stop!
- Get in line.

DIARRA: Sorry. Okay.

CECIL:
Tell us your name, sister.

I'm Rohandra.

Rohandra!

Are you feeling
trouble in your heart?

Do you need a healing?

DIARRA: I really did.

Did I want Chris's smile
or Royce's baby?

There was no escaping it.
It was time for a come to Jesus.

Yeah.

I guess I really am...

feeling torn.

You know, and my heart
is just- It's tore up.

You say tore up,
God says wholeness.

Bathroom?

CECIL:
If you believe...

AJA:
Where you going?

CECIL: Amen!

Next. All right, sister.

- Amen.
- Hold on.

- Hold- hold- hold on.
- Who next?

Okay, I still need to testify.

And God is asking me
to get on the mic.

- Well, I'll hold on to the mic.
- Oh, okay. All right.

Nah, I'll hold onto the mic.

All right, I just- All right,
I just want to say that

God brought me through
this ghetto battle.

And, um,
the Lord brought me through.

Um, I'm wondering
if I could just...

What- And your heart is healed.
Next!

Can I please
just testify, Pastor?

This isn't-

[whoops]

I feel like

there's this choice that
I want to make, but I can't.

- And I just- I can't face it.
- Well-

Well, I can assure you that

that choice
has been made for you.

- In Jesus' name.
- Amen. I just-

- If I could just-
- Who's next?

DIARRA: Can I just get

- a little organ?
- CECIL: You're- you're healed.

If I can just get
a little bit of organ.

Maybe if we could all just, you
know, everybody just get loud.

If you got good knees,
get up on 'em!

Y'all not that old.

- Stop. Please stop.
- ? Every time I ?

- Bless the Lord.
- ? Feel the spirit ?

Can we have security up in here?

DIARRA: Come on now, get up.
Use those hips!

The bathroom ain't down here.

It's into the hall on the right.

- TEA: Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Get to getting it.

DIARRA:
We'd hit a brick wall.

I could feel the whole situation
running out of God's favor.

We need to distract
the church-rent-a-cops,

but not attract the real cops.

Then maybe
we could get this thing done.

- We could pull the fire alarm.
- That'll attract firefighters.

We could use some poison darts
and knock them out

- for like an hour or something.
- What are we, James Bond?

There's already
one of us in jail.

- That's plenty.
- TEA: Right.

We're not assaulting
anybody that works at a church.

Amen. Y'all niggas is real iffy,
but I'm saved.

DIARRA: On Sundays.

Maybe... maybe we just explain
all of this to Pastor Cecil.

He don't want to
hear from you, Rohandra.

- Thank you.
- Nah, that's not going to go.

He all about rules.

The pastor
would say leave the wall alone.

So maybe
we do need to knock out

a couple of
these church people.

Just- Wait. Hold on.

Just for,
what'd you say, an hour?

Two hours tops.

AJA: Okay. You know what?
All right, stop.

I don't know if it's just me,

but I can hear
the fat lady singing.

- Girl, me too.
- AJA: We don't even know

if this treasure hunt shit
is even real.

Okay, hold on, hold on.

We're talking about
$100 million.

- It's 100% real.
- How do you even know that?

- I wouldn't go-
- RAQUEEBA: Okay,

that's enough of this shit.

All I wanted
was to enjoy my mom-cation.

But I can't
because everybody in here

in need
of some ungentle parenting.

Okay, Raqueeba,
could you just maybe take-

- RAQUEEBA: Shut up, girl.
- AJA: Ooh.

You're done.

You're keeping your unhinged ass

out those people's church.

You about to
get yourself killed.

You lucky you even
made it out of Brightmoor.

Shit, niggas try to string out

a little luck and it bite them
in the ass every time.

That's what I be saying.

Okay, you really acting
like grandma right now.

You know what?

You gon' accept this sperm,

you need to learn
how to check these kids.

- Sperm?
- It's a-

RAQUEEBA:
Baby, I'm very sorry.

But we are done treasure hunting
like we the ghetto Goonies.

You putting on
your big boy pants

and you giving us
that footage right now.

Fuck that and fuck you.

Me and her had a deal.

The video for my treasure.

You didn't make it with me.

All right, I'm out then.

DIARRA: Hold on.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

No, no,
it's cool, it's cool, it's cool.

- You ain't goin-
- Calm down.

- Give us the tape.
- DIARRA: Everybody calm down.

[overlapping shouting]

Hey, I said calm down!
Hey, hey!

Get the fuck off. You big-

- [Aja screaming]
- Okay!

- TEA: Shit!
- Everybody, stop!

Shit! We are supposed
to be on the same team.

I didn't have shit else
to say besides that.

I'd had an answer
for everything.

A plan. A theory. But...

Are you okay?

Hey.

Hey, hey. Are you okay?

Get off me, man.

She's right.

Queeba's gonna
make a nice dinner.

We all gon' eat it.

And then
I'm gonna need you to take

that drone footage to the cops.

Listen to me.

My ex is a lawyer, okay?

He's- he's that bald guy
on all the billboards.

I hate him.

But I'm gonna call him

and have him meet us
at the station.

I'm not leaving you.

We're still partners.

Okay.

Okay?

[Aja sighs]

[Diarra sighs]

DIARRA:
It was an impossible choice.

But there was no escaping it.

Okay.

[Aja sighing]

- Thank you.
- [phone ringing]

The hell kind
of ringtone is that?

It's not a ringtone.
It's the alarm to my shop.

[gasping]
Oh, my God!

Why? They're breaking into
my shop.

- What?
- Call 911. I gotta go.

No, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, I'll drive.

- I got her.
- Okay.

- Come on, Tea. It's code red!
- I got her. I got her.

DIARRA: Call me as soon
as you know something.

AJA: What the hell?

[tire air blowing]

Militia ass motherfuckers.

White girl
gonna get my ass killed.

You want a drink?

Fuck it, sure.

DIARRA:
Yeah, let's get it.

That's some
crazy ass friends you got.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, it's weird
being back in this house.

This used to be
my grandmother's house.

You know that?

- No.
- Yup.

No wonder it came
partially furnished.

I thought a lot of this shit
was way too nice to be Ron's.

Yeah, damn straight.

So he got the house,
you got the desk.

Yeah.

Hold on. Stay here.

I hope it's still here.

DIARRA:
And that's when Booker told me

the story of Duncan Duckett.

All right, so this is the way

my grandma used to tell me this
story when I was little.

Dunc's dad, he built a house

in Mississippi
with his bare hands.

First thing in our family
to ever be owned proper.

Shit.

But the Klan burned it to dust,

and only
one piece of wood survived.

So, he pulled it out
the ashes...

carved a cross into it...

and told him to keep it.

That way,
he'll always be protected.

Maybe it did for a while.

[laughs] Sure enough, it did.

He escaped the South.

Came to Detroit
with two hands full.

One full of pennies,

the other one
with that burnt piece of wood.

- And guess what?
- What?

He started off, you know,
digging up sewers and stuff.

But he ended up
making himself a fortune.

Huh.

And when he had
that J and P made,

he had them build
that burnt plank right into it.

You know, my granny,
she didn't know much about Dunc.

But she knew
that our soul of our family

was stitched into that desk.

That's why no matter how pissed
or frustrated I got,

I never put an axe to that shit.

It served as a living prayer
for my protection, too.

DIARRA: I felt like shit.

I was trying to
quiet the part of me

that still wasn't sure
if me or that desk

could protect him from Cartier.

- [imitating plane engine]
- Oh, shit.

This is pretty cool.

- [phone vibrating]
- [imitating gunfire]

[Diarra groans]

Hello?

CHRIS:
Hey, Dee, it's me.

Chris.

Hi. I- I was...

Oh, my God.

CHRIS: You busy?

One sec.

Booker, that was
a beautiful story,

but I have got to
take this, okay?

You have terrible
fucking timing, bro.

- CHRIS: You got a second?
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Of course I want to talk to you.

Just hold on, okay?

[whispering] Raqueeba,
keep an eye on him.

RAQUEEBA: Okay.

[sighing]
Oh. I missed you so much.

Are you okay?
Are you eating?

CHRIS: Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

I saw Mac today.

Tellin' me you were out there
doing the most.

Diarra,
I don't need you doing that.

Well, baby,
I got to get you home.

CHRIS: I've been
thinking about that. Look.

DIARRA: I knew there
had been a fucking "look."

CHRIS:
Just trying to process it.

Please don't process that look.

CHRIS:
Diarra, we need to talk.

I can assure you that that
choice has been made for you.

Stop.

Please be quiet.
I can't do this right now.

I got to go.
I love you. Goodbye.

[sighing]

It was illogical,

but I wasn't quite as torn
as Rohandra thought.

I didn't want to let him go.

BAILEY: Oh.

What are you doing out here?

I was just
getting some fresh air.

Hop in.

Nah, it's cool. I can walk.

- I was about to head back.
- Hop in.

TEA:
What they mean gone?

They mean gone, gone.

Tea, three huge boxes
of single donor virgin hair.

- Fuck!
- Wait, wait, wait.

- Everything?
- Yeah,

minus the few bundles
that I gave Mary yesterday.

God, it's like somebody
knew that they was here.

Hold up.

Tea, besides y'all,
I only confessed to one person.

Well, you know we ain't take it.

DIARRA:
That's when I realized,

what if I couldn't let go

because Chris had been
right the entire time?

- You don't want kids?
- No, no, no, no.

This world is
fucked up as it is.

DIARRA:
The world is fucked up.

I was about to throw Booker
to the wolves to solve my case.

A motherhood challenge fail,
I'm sure.

Why did I even
still think I wanted kids?

Was I still that optimistic?

RAQUEEBA: Booker! Booker!

Hey, is Booker
out there with you?

What? No, Booker's right...

Raqueeba, I asked you
to watch him.

I was.
I locked all the doors.

I thought I would hear him
if he left.

Check the bathroom.
Check upstairs.

- RAQUEEBA: Booker!
- Booker!

RAQUEEBA: Booker!

DIARRA: Booker!

I thought I was
the master of escape.

But really, it was Booker.

First, he escaped the Coney,
then somehow my house.

But I was learning.

Every so-called clean getaway

only opens the door
to fresh trouble.

Hands, hands, hands, hands!

- Yo, yo, yo.
- Get on your knees!

- You ought to listen to me!
- Huh?

Shut up!

[indistinct]

Who the fuck are you guys?

- I said shut up!
- Help!

- Help! Help!
- Shut up!

Help!

[tires screech]

DIARRA:
And so just as soon

as trouble landed
on my doorstep,

Booker and his drone were gone.

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