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-Previously on Games People Play... -If they had a broader menu,

say, like, a nice little fish dish.

-Why are we talking about fish? -Right.

-The money. -Ain't no money, Jamal.

I ain't paying shit.

There's a cop on the line that has the video

of Vanessa kicking Kalinda Walters' ass.

NIA: There's a tape?

Who said I got her pregnant?

Oh, so you knew she was with child?

-Are you glad she's dead, Mrs. King? -No comment.

-A gun, Marques? -Want to help me pick out a combination?

I hope you don't think I had anything to do with that.

No, we're not saying that at all, but...

-No judgment, girl. -...we understand.

-We got you. -Cheers.

And we're gonna need some more champagne.

-Like the most expensive champagne that you have. -What are you doing?

It's the perfect crime. They're rich.

They won't even look at the bill.

SUSIE Q: Got a call about a gig. Catalina Island.

That's too bad you can't make it.

-No, girl, I just said I could meet you. -No worries.

I'll catch you later.

LAILA: Where's Susie?

She ripped off one of my clients.

You are lucky they didn't kill you, too.

[screams]

♪ You don't really want this street ♪

♪ Boi♪

♪ You don't really want this street♪

♪ Boi♪

♪ You don't really want this street♪

♪ You ain't really tough...♪

WOMAN: Where are you taking me?

[muffled yelling, crying]: Please, please, help!

-[thumping] -[muffled screaming, crying continues]

[muffled yelling continues]

[thumping continues]

♪ You ain't tough♪

♪ Uh, so why you acting like you all hard?♪

Please, let me out! Please!

[sobbing]

♪ Homies wouldn't let you in the car♪

♪ You ain't tough, you ain't really rough♪

♪ You don't really want this stuff...♪

Please let me out!

Let me out, please!

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[vacuum cleaner running]

Hey, babe, can you turn that down?

Queen?

Vanessa!

Yes?

It's 8:00 in the morning, babe.

Oh. I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

[sighs] You know, it's been so crazy.

I've been doing everything in the house, and

trying to work around your sleep schedule, it's--

it's been a little bit of a challenge for me.

Wh-why are you even doing this? We have people for this stuff.

[chuckles] Usually we do, but

everyone's afraid of the paparazzi.

[sighs] You want me to dosomething?

No-no-no-no-no. Go. Go back to bed and relax, babe.

You know, take care of your leg.

Obviously, that's the most important thing right now.

[doorbell rings]

Oh! I'll go get the door.

-[Deja crying] -Oh. And when I'm done with that,

-I'm gonna go take care of my daughter... -I'll get mydaughter.

Okay. You do that.

[whispers]: He gets on my damn nerves.

-[baby crying] -Hey, baby, the nice parent's here.

VANESSA: Oh, come on in. [sighs]

Well, thank you for bringing this food.

-You're welcome. -Of course.

So how are you guys holding up?

We're good. Uh, Marques is upstairs

spending some time with Deja.

So we're just enjoying our little

-extra family time. -That's sweet.

That means she's about to kill him.

Oh, girl, I know all about it.

When Dante had strep throat back in 2016,

-we were stuck in the house for weeks. -Ooh.

People were saying that it was Ebola, swine flu, cancer,

I mean, you name it, the rumors were just going on and on.

[whispers]: And you didn't have a dead girl to deal with.

-Ginger. -I'm just saying,

it's a lot of pressure.

We're actually good. You know?

We've got this whole thing under control.

Good. I'm happy to hear that.

That's a really good attitude to have.

But... in the event that things do get crazy,

we brought you something. Let's see, here...

What's-- What is this?

Well, it's just a little offer we got on the winery.

[singsongy]: For ten million dollars.

Wait-- On the winery?

I-- We're-- We're not selling, are we?

Well, I mean, we weren't planning on it,

but a couple of investment companies got in touch with us,

and... they want to buy.

And our lawyers looked it over.

It's totally legit.

And it is not often that you get

more for something than you put in.

[quietly]: It's a really good deal.

And it's super simple. You just sign where the stickies are.

Ginger, I'm sure it's really simple,

but to sign something that I haven't looked at

would make me lazy and stupid.

[whispers]: Okay, uh, are you okay?

Yes, Jackie, I'm fine.

Okay. Look... [chuckles] Vanessa,

I know that things are... bad

right now. But sometimes,

when God closes one door, a window opens.

This is just a test, and you have to be

strong to get through it.

And when you do come out on the other side,

you may just need a little something...

of your own.

[Jackie clears throat]

[chuckles] Don't try me.

[chuckles] Just look it over.

-See what it's all about. -Absolutely.

-But we can ensure you... -For sure.

It's a really good deal.

-We've had the best attorneys look it over... -I went to law school.

We're just trying to look out for you.

I also understand you're always trying to look out for me.

Ten million dollars. S-- Okay, we should...

MJ: Oh, yeah, baby.

-I feel my hands itching already. -[line ringing]

This story about to make us some money.

I think I'm gonna start looking in Studio City.

It's kind of early in my career to go full WeHo.

Hey! It's your girl Laila.

-Hello? Earth to boss lady. -I am on the phone.

-[line ringing] -You know she in hiding.

You're gonna have to go over there.

Hey! It's your girl Laila.

It took me two hours to get to Boyle Heights this morning,

-and she ghosted me. -Vanessa King lives

in Boyle Heights now?

What? No. I'm talking about Laila.

Laila? Do you not see this evidence wall?

Laila said her and Kalinda

worked for that woman, Roxanne Wood.

And now another one of Roxanne's girls is missing.

Huh. So you think Roxanne did it?

I don't know. It's just one hell

-of a coincidence, though. -And Laila told me

that the girls never know who they're gonna go meet

until they get there.

So, it can be anybody, really.

There's another thing.

I got the time of death from Terrence.

Well, isn't that nice of him?

Stop it. Okay?

[chuckles]

All right, full disclosure...

the night Kalinda died

is the same night that Vanessa was attacked at the hotel

and didn't report it to the cops.

I'm gonna leave that right there.

I appreciate that.

And I'm gonna need you to help keep me objective,

because, as you know,

Vanessa's my best friend. [sighs]

Best friends kill people every day.

-[phone rings] -Oh. Ooh, I have to take this, okay?

Moms, dads,

rich people, poor people,

-hell, yourass... -Hello? Hello?

-TERRENCE: Good morning, beautiful. -[exhales]

Morning.

You given any more thought to what I said?

-Uh-- It's-- It's processing. -A'ight, well,

whatever you decide, I'm here.

And I'll keep my ears open for your friend.

Speaking of which, I heard something

-you might want to know. -What's up?

A few weeks ago, Loomis talked to

a woman Kalinda used to work for.

-A talent manager named... -Roxanne Wood?

[chuckling]: A'ight. You did your homework.

Well, get this. This morning I went by her office...

whole place has been cleared out.

Holy shit. So she ran?

Okay, um, well, how long till you find her?

-Uh, could be days. Could be weeks. -What?

No. No-no-no-no-no. Don't tell me that.

Ay. Ay. I'll do my best to make it happen.

Meanwhile, I got to get back to work.

So, I'll call you as soon as I have more.

Thank you for your help.

[quietly]: Oh, shit.

Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit.

-[line ringing] -Come on, Laila.

[quietly]: Come on, please answer.

Hello! Hello, please!

Help me, please!

[grunting]

Is anyone there? Please help me!

Hello?! Somebody please help me!

Hello?

Oh, damn it.

Shit!

Please help me, please!

-Someone let me out! -[door slams open]

[door slams]

[footsteps approaching]

JAMAL: My taillight? Really?!

You know how much that's gonna set me back?

LAILA: I'm sorry, please, please,

I-I didn't mean to take the champagne.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

What? Champagne?

[laughs]

Oh... we gonna have a good old time.

JAMAL: Yeah. Mmm.

[fish sizzling]

Pop for me, baby.

Pop for me, baby!

[Jamal laughs]

Ow.

Little...

Ba-yow. [chuckles]

Ba-yow.

Where am I?

Oh, look who decided to chat.

And here I thought I'd be stuck talking to myself.

[Jamal gulping]

Oh, come on, li'l bit.

Ain't nobody gonna hurt you.

Not as long as you do what you supposed to do.

And what's that?

Sit back, relax...

have a nice meal.

And help me, uh... settle a score...

with that son of a bitch Marques King.

-I don't know a Marques King. -Nice try.

No, I swear.

I've never met a Marques King before.

What do you think?

You can go smash some pro baller in a hotel room

and nobody hear about it?

Think, child.

I swear.

I didn't know who he was at first.

-I'm sorry. -Yeah, but you caught on pretty quick.

Didn't you?

When I first saw Marques ball,

back when he was a kid,

I thought...

"Now here's a boy

"with a wasted name. He ain't no king.

"He's just some punk

who got lucky."

Shit.

I thought he was lucky then.

[silverware clatters]

Who would've thought?

What, you gonna sit there and let it get cold?

I'm not hungry.

Yeah, well, suit yourself.

If I were you, I'd eat while I had the chance.

This might take a while.

[fish crunches]

Look, woman.

Eat the goddamn food.

Here.

[chuckles]

Just taste it.

Taste that.

I promise you, you ain't gonna regret it.

Here.

-Take it. -[sobbing]

I didn't make it for nothing.

And eat it.

Eat the food.

[sobbing]: I don't-- I'm not hungry.

Eat the goddamn food!

I thought I told this man no female masseuse.

Physical therapist my ass.

BRYCE [over phone]: What?

I'm sorry. Where were we?

Okay, so, the offer

for the winery is legit.

But the companies that made the offer have

no active operations and no significant assets.

Well, how can they bid on a winery if there are no assets?

Well, it's just another company using their name.

It's like a shell company.

Well, how--

And why would anyone want to do that?

I don't know.

But I looked into the parent company.

Found a link to their board of directors.

-You get my e-mail? -Yeah.

Hold on, I'm looking now.

Any of them look familiar?

Why are my business partners

on this damn website?

[Bryce exhales]

Maybe it's just a misunderstanding?

No, I understand.

They're pushing me out.

I've gotten a lot of bad press lately

and clearly I'm a liability.

Hold on.

I'm sorry, Vanessa.

It's okay.

Business is business.

Bye-bye, Ginger... Jackie.

What? V? You still there?

I'm sorry, Bryce. Um...

Looks like your wife's having a tough day today.

Uh, yeah, we have...

been going through a lot. [grunts]

Can I, can I call you back?

-Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure.-Okay.

THERAPIST: You know,

stress and tension aren't good for your rehab.

That's why we called you here.

[inhales sharply]

-Oh. -If you think it could help,

I'd be more than happy

to rub one out for you.

Uh, what?

Sometimes it helps

with the healing process... in the release.

I saw the news.

Uh, the-- What news?

You, your wife...

that dancer?

The one that ended up dead.

Are you messing with me right now?

No. Not at all.

I like a man who likes to take it all the way.

[laughs] Ooh. Thank you. Oh.

Ooh, thank you.

I appreciate that. Uh...

the... therapy.

-Um. -Leaving right now.

I'm just distracted right now, to be honest.

Going, uh, to the restroom right now.

You can, uh...

uh, you can help your-- help yourself out.

Look, I'll, uh... see you soon. Thank you.

[chuckles] Mmm.

I ain't mad at that. [chuckles]

[sniffles] I ought to...

make you eat.

Make you put on a few pounds.

I'm not hungry.

Shit, y'all don't know what's good.

This generation.

All you skinny-ass women.

Boys wearing tight jeans.

What kind of shit is that?

You need to let things breathe a little.

Why you eye-balling me?

Shit, I said I wasn't gonna hurt you.

What? This?

[chuckles]

Bawk, bawk, bawk. [laughs]

This is just for emergencies.

[laughs] I ain't planning on using them.

What do you want from me?

Look, you watch the news?

Marques King got a lot of heat on him right now.

Folks saying he killed that girl, Kalinda.

And if another one of his hoes--

I'm sorry, uh, tricks--

[laughs]

end up dead...

then he's done.

So I figure he'd be willing to pay good money

to make sure... [grunts]

...you don't end up like her.

You following?

-Yeah. -Good girl.

[laughs] Hey, it's all good.

You just got to keep breathing.

[laughs]

And don't do nothing to screw this up.

God damn.

[grunts, laughs]

[laughing]

Thi-This is harder to break into than a Quik-E Cash.

[chuckles]

Now...

You know how to take a picture with this thing?

-Yes. -Cool.

Cool, cool.

[chuckles]

♪

KAREEM: Yeah.

See, that's what I like to see, man.

You're focused, boy.

Out here getting that train on, huh?

That's what I'm talking about.

How many laps you done did?

You good? Shit.

'Sup, boy?

What's the word?

Well, coach said take your time.

A'ight? Focus on the healing

and the team got your back, baby.

-Yeah? -Yep.

What about you?

Now why ask me that? You know I got your back.

All day, every day.

What kind of question is that?

How many more laps you about to do?

Uh, I might get in, but I didn't bring my shorts today.

I mean-- Now that's warm, too.

Now, I would ask for your shorts, but they might

go down to my ankles, so...

What's wrong, man?

Cops know Kalinda was pregnant.

Holy shit.

You're shitting me.

-Nope. -How?

[exhales] Lawyer says that gives me motive.

So what happened to the money you told me to give her?

She didn't take care of it?

[stammers, scoffs] Apparently not.

Oh, my God. So then, wait--

Look, far as I'm concerned, you and V

was home that night, right?

I actually was.

Well, then, you got nothing to worry about.

I'm-a say whatever you need me to say.

That's just real. Want me to get your a crutch?

No, don't worry about it. Thanks.

Being honest, you know I'm saying nothing.

-'Sup, Kareem? -Shit.

Hey, V, how you doing?

I'm good, how are you? How's it going?

Oh, you know me. Can't complain. You know, same old.

Hey, Marques, I'm about to get out

-and do that for you, all right? -Oh, you in a rush?

-Yeah. -Really? You guys were

-just in a long, in-depth conversation. -Babe.

-Yeah... -You know, Kareem, we got a lot of dirt

around here if you want to just keep on digging.

-Vanessa. -What?

I'm-a-- All right, Marq.

What?

What?

"Hey, Marques. Cute pic, right?

"I bet the cops...

"...will like it, too.

"Bring $300,000 to this location

"in 24 hours or the next pic they will see

will be her... dead body in your backyard"?

[laughing]: That's great, right?

I guarantee you, Marques King gonna holla at that.

[chuckles] I guarantee it.

Now put the, put the thing in your mouth.

Here.

Don't-- Easy.

Easy.

It's all right, it's all good.

It's all good in the hood.

[chuckles] All right, look at me.

Look at me.

♪ All these feelings and emotions got me feeling♪

♪ Like I'm on a rollercoaster...♪

Ah-ha! You're not paying for shit.

Vanessa, I know I messed up,

but she's still a human being. She don't deserve that.

I don't care. Your wife and daughter are under real threat,

Marques, and all you can think about

-is standing up for her? -I'm gonna take care of it.

How? What, are you gonna call the police and ask them

to please stop investigating us so they can help you find

another one of your little girlfriends?

Did I say I'm gonna do that? No, I'm not calling the police.

Well, you already paid one ho off,

you might as well pay for another one!

Va...

[muffled, bubbly scream]

♪

♪

Shit.

Maybe he hasn't seen your text yet.

Nah, he's seen it. Boys can't breathe without their phone.

He's listening to somebody.

His wife, teammate, somebody in his ear.

Come on, Marques,

make a goddamn move.

[sighs] Maybe you should go bigger.

I mean, that's how you get people's attention.

-Yeah, what you know about it? -Nothing.

What, you done it before?

What, you got a 10-0 record collecting ransom?

-I do my thing. -Yeah, I bet you do,

but you don't understand the stakes.

I been working nine years for a Wing-A-Ding,

and got one week to make the payment,

and I'm depending on a goddamn Marques King

to do it!

Shit, you don't know Marques like I do.

Never said I did.

When I tell you I wouldn't have put him in in two quarters,

not in high school, let alone college.

You know, but shit happens.

You know, you work your whole life to build something,

and goddamn Marques King gets in

and blows it to hell at the buzzer.

You know what he said?

After the game,

he said, uh,

"I saw my shot, and I took it."

Well, what about my shot?

I trusted it to him.

See, that was my mistake.

I learned from that.

I tell my boys all the time,

I say, "Ball is everything,

but it's not the only thing."

You got to have something in your back pocket,

just in case.

And my something...

is fish.

[chuckles]

Wait a minute, I thought Wing-A-Dings did chicken.

Yeah, but that's what's gonna make mine different.

All Wing-A-Dings do chicken.

Mine is gonna do fish.

Mm. That's dope.

Now, see, you got to,

you got to get your number two thing,

after whatever it is you do.

I wanted to be an actress.

-You see, there you go. -Said I wasn't good enough.

You can't let that get you down.

You get backed into

a corner, you got to depend on your teammates

to get you out. You know what your problem is?

You playing on the wrong team.

Marques King ain't your point guard.

He has no concept of the grind,

to have to fight for every inch you get.

Now, me, I know what it's like to hustle.

So you're saying we're on the same team?

It might not seem like it, but... [chuckles]

I could take care of you.

You help me through this, I'll break you off

a little something.

-How much? -Damn, girl.

I just said I was gonna break you off something,

-and I'm-a do it. -Well, how much?

Five percent.

-Oh, no, I'm good. -Ten percent.

Now that's $30,000. I can't do no more than that.

I still got to get the grease trap to pass inspection

and then add the fryers.

So... what do you say?

You with me?

Yeah?

-Yeah. -Yeah?

-[chuckles] Let's do it. -That's my girl.

[both laughing]

Hey, can I ask you something?

What?

Can I use your bathroom?

[laughs]

It's right there.

Cool, but...

-I... -Oh, oh, shit.

-Please. -[both laughing]

Here you go.

-There you go. -Oh.

-My gosh. -Legs, ah.

Thank you.

[inhales sharply]

Shit.

Come on, Marques.

Come on, man.

♪

[grunts]

[crying]

Shit.

[sighs] So you gonna tie me up again?

-Do I have to? -No.

Let me get that off your pretty little neck.

Thank God.

You know, I bet you're a good actress.

I mean, it's totally nothing but competition.

You know, competition is all in your head.

That's what I tell my boys all the time.

It's all in the head.

I'm-a taste this fish.

-Wait. -[laughing]

This is bomb. Hold up.

It's the cornmeal.

-Oh, wow. Oh. -And a pinch of garlic.

-That's my secret weapon. -Let me see what it do

with that hot sauce, though.

[chuckles] Well, I mean, you don't need no hot sauce,

but I'm-a get it for you anyway.

[both chuckle]

There you go.

I'm telling you, you don't need it, though.

LAILA: Look, I put hot sauce on everything.

[laughing]: I love hot sauce.

You sound like me.

Shit.

I have an idea.

Talk to me.

I know how we can get Marques.

[cell phone chimes]

Marques, please don't let them hurt me, please!

Please, Marques, help me!

Help me, please! [crying]

[Deja fusses quietly]

[cell phone buzzing, ringtone playing]

Hey, MJ, what you got?

Nothing new. But I know somebody on the inside

is ratting out the Kings.

How you know?

The dumb-ass paparazzi were tipped off

about the affair with Kalinda

and when they got called into the police station,

but they won't tell me who.

Do you think it was Kareem?

He's with them all the time.

Yeah, and he's thirsty as hell. You saw him

hating at that pool party.

Do you think he's trying to set them up?

I know somebody's trying to do something.

Ho-Hold on.

I got a text.

Um...

[sighs] I got to go.

-Uh, where you got to go? -Don't worry about it.

I'll talk to you later, okay?

All right, bye.

JAMAL: You come along Main Street here,

you pass First Baptist.

It's always nice to be near a church.

You turn here.

My people will be here to collect the money...

and here is where they pick up their orders.

So there'll be a nice flow of traffic

and everybody get their food hot.

Right, that's always good. Yeah.

I mean, it looks like a good layout.

I-I think it's gonna be the best Wing-A-Ding ever.

[sighs] You're damn straight.

Yeah, then you can get out of here

and get a nice place and...

Look, I don't live here.

Oh. Okay, I'm sorry.

I got this place so they wouldn't find us.

Goddamn it.

Goddamn Kings in their castles, always keeping us down.

You know how much money he makes in a day?

More than I can make in a year. Ten years!

More than you can make selling yourself.

-I don't sell myself. -Come on, come on.

-Hey, wait. Where are you taking me? Stop! -Come on! We're ending this.

-No, stop, please! Please, just listen and wait! -Come on. Come on. Come on!

-Please stop! Please, please stop! Stop! -Just sit, it's done!

No! Wait, they're gonna send the money, I promise!

If you just wait.

-I've been waiting! Nine years! -[cell phone ringing]

Look-- the phone.

Go, go, answer it.

Who is it?

It's Vanessa King.

Well, what does she say?

She's bringing the money.

Shut up. Seriously?

Holy shit.

[laughs]

Holy shit.

She's bringing the money.

[laughing]: She's bring me my Wing-A-Ding.

See? Told you--

if you just have a little bit of faith.

Now everything's gonna be fine.

-She's coming. There she is, there she is! -Go away!

-Go! -[paparazzi clamoring]

Go away!

No! Please! Get a life!

What?

[clamoring continues]

KAREEM: Oh, my God.

Please calm down, all right?

Oh, my goodness. Marques.

Where you at?

-Yeah, I'm up here. -Oh...

-Man, what you doing up there? -Paparazzi can't see me here.

-Don't worry about it. -Man, anybody can see your paranoid giraffe-looking ass.

Man, what you talking about you can't send a text

or talk on the phone?

-Take a look at this. -Oh, my God. What is it?

-Look at it. -Let me see this, man.

-[chuckles]: Oh. Yeah, look like you got you a problem. -It's not funny, man.

-No, we got a problem. -What you mean "we"? I ain't in this.

Who else you tell about Laila and me?

-Nobody! -You swear?

Come on, man. Do I sw...

I swear to God on Jesus' daddy.

Come on, man, I got your back, dawg. You know that.

I-I... You-you... Wait, okay, I s-I s...

-I-I s-I slightly said something to Jamal. Don't-don't... -I knew it, man!

-Come on, man. -Why you tell him? I don't like his ass, bruh!

-Look, it's L-Laila. It's like that time -Damn, Kareem!

with Laila and Jamal. Come on, don't-don't ream me.

-Don't do that. Nah. -What's wrong with you?

Well, why say that shit, man?

Look, Jamal might be a lot of things, but he is not a killer.

I know he came up on Vanessa,

but that was a little stick and move, she fine.

Oh, so, you're defending him for attacking Vanessa?

-I should have dealt with his ass then. -Look, I'll talk to him.

-Man, it's too late for all of that shit. -Just come...

Man, get the hell off of me, man!

What's wrong with you?

Oh, man, you just... just don't get it, man.

-[safe beeping] -Look, Marques, all I'm saying is, man, I got your back,

but if you bringing guns into this, I-I...

Hey, man, look, I'm done, a'ight?

This piece of shit threatened me, he threatened my family,

so I'm-a shut his ass all the way down.

I don't give a damn if that's your homeboy.

So you gonna kill him?

[chuckles] Look, man, I-I just think you overreacting

and taking this too serious, man.

Where's my gun? It was just-it was right here.

I don't know where your gun at.

See, that's how you know this has gone too far--

you looking for a gun.

You a pro ball player, dummy.

I'm out of here, man. I'm not finna be around this today.

[paparazzi clamoring]

Mrs. King! Mrs. King!

Go, go, go, go! Go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

-Go, go, go! Go! -Where are we going?

[clamoring continues]

-Mrs. King! -Mrs. King! -Mrs. King!

-Where's your husband? -Lord, I'm-a be out of a job.

-Who you with? They hiring? -Uh-huh.

NIA: Damn, they fast.

No wonder why I can't get any leads.

Oh, honey, you're about to go viral. Look at this.

What the hell?

GoldenGoddessLA, okay?

I'm supposed to drop off $300,000 in 30 minutes,

-or this gets posted. -O-Okay, so, we're going to the police station?

No, no, no, no. We don't have time for that.

We have to go straight to the drop point.

Are you crazy?

Look, if Laila is kidnapped...

Laila is the one doing this, Nia.

Are youcrazy? Hello, she's been after Marques since day one.

This is her latest little stupid scheme.

I just talked to Laila,

and she was just worried about her friends.

Are you seriously defending her right now?

No! I'm not defending her. I'm just saying,

whoever did this, we can't just roll up on there unprotected.

Well, that's why you're gonna call Terrence.

Oh, I am?

I'll go to the drop point, let her think

that I'm dropping the money off.

When she comes out to grab it,

that's when Terrence comes in and arrests her.

Then you can get your exclusive on

all these ratchet-ass hoes ruining lives.

I should've never answered your text.

We're gonna post you up here.

♪ You ain't got it like me...♪

Gonna chain your hands, lock it off with a combination,

so that when they come, they see you, drop the money. [laughs]

I'll count it and, uh, text them the combination,

so they can come here and, uh, set you free.

-A-Actually, it's a little tight. -Okay, how's that?

Yeah, that's better.

-Thank you. -Good, good, good.

And you sure you want to do this?

She won't drop the money if she doesn't know I'm alive.

You know something, lil bit, you a tough one.

I tell you, if I had six of you on my team,

things might have worked out different.

My Wing-A-Ding!

♪

♪ 'Cause you ain't got it like me♪

-[shouts] -♪ You prototypes and look-alikes♪

♪ Better get your swagger right♪

-[exclaims] -♪ Good try, but you ain't got it like me, I'm just saying♪

-Stupid! -♪ How I get it, how I got it, if I don't, then I go buy it♪

♪ When you see me, you gone jock you be♪

♪ I ain't playing, homie, homie, I'm just saying that♪

♪ 'Cause you ain't got it like me♪

♪ 'Cause you ain't got it like me...♪

♪ Big girls never cry, we just get money, money...♪

VANESSA: Call him again.

NIA: He is at work, Vanessa.

-Oh, my God. Okay. -He will call when he can.

Do you understand this video's gonna be posted in 20 minutes?

Which is why we need a plan B, in case we get to the drop point

without Terrence or the money.

-This is our plan B. -Are you...

Oh, my God! Is this a gun, Vanessa?

Yes! What does it look like?

Are you out of your damn mind?

-Where'd you get that? How? -R-Relax.

-How am I gonna relax? -Would you drive, though? Don't just stand here,

-with the police somewhere. -How am I gonna drive? There's a gun in the car.

-Can you not point that at me? -I'm not gonna shoot you.

Oh, my God. Who does that?

Nia, you stressing me out. Drive the frigging car!

-You are the one with the gun! -Shut up!

I trusted you. I trusted you.

How could you do this to me?

How?!

Hey!

Help! Someone!

All right.

That's how you want to play it?

-[Laila shouting] -Then that's how we gonna do this.

Every time. People screw you every time.

-No, please! Help me, please! -Learn, Jamal! Learn! Hey!

♪ The big homie told me do me, so here I am...♪

Please, help!

Please, he's gonna kill me! Please!

I just need help! Please!

Help me!

♪ To become number one...♪

Please! Please!

-Don't leave me out here! -JAMAL: Hey!

Hey! God...

-What did you do? -Don't leave me out here, please!

He's gonna kill me!

Wait! Please, no, no, no!

Please! He's gonna kill me! Please!

What did you do?! What did you go and do?!

Help! Please!

I trusted you!

Please! Help! Please!

I trusted you!

Please help me! He's gonna kill me! Please,

-he's gonna kill me! -Hey! Hey! Hold that door!

-Hold that door! Hold that door! -[Laila shouting]

Hold that door! [grunting]

Open... O...

Please, just put that away.

Just throw it out the window. Please. Something.

No. It has my fingerprints on it.

So? When's the last time you shot somebody with it?

-Ooh, Terrence. -See...

-Hello? -This how I know you are crazy.

Touching my damn phone. Hello?

Uh, wait... Oh... Slow down.

Calm down, calm down, just tell me...

O-Okay, okay. All right, I... Okay.

-What? What? Who was it? -We got to make a stop.

No, we don't have time.

-We have five minutes. -Vanessa, just trust me, we got to make a stop.

-What did he say? -Just relax.

-Oh, my gosh. -I'm doing this for you.

Okay? Don't forget.

Hey! Open this...

[shouts]

[panting]

I just want mine.

Why? Why can't I have what's mine?

-Where do you have us at? -Hey, Vanessa.

I told you I'm doing this for you. Just relax and trust me,

Okay? Just calm down. You're making me have anxiety.

Oh, shit.

-[panting]: Oh, God. -NIA: Yo... Oh, you good?

-Oh, thank God. -NIA: Oh, my God.

-Okay, okay, we got you. -[mouthing]

-Oh, thank God. -NIA: We got you, we got you.

♪ So you better run...♪

-Okay, you... Are you ready? All right, we got you. -LAILA: Just go, yes.

-Just go. -NIA: Okay, okay, okay.

♪ You better run♪

♪ Oh, save yourself, please♪

♪ You better run.♪

-Next onGames People Play... -Got a present for you.

-Who is that? -That's Ana Reyes.

She was working at the Hotel Camarillo

the night that Kalinda Walters was attacked.

-Stay within yourself. -Stay within myself?

Do you have any idea how much restraint

-I am exercising right now? -Vanessa's out there with my gun.

Wish you could see that I'm...

I'm trying to help you.

-Do you have any idea who took you? -No, not a clue.

We had a fight. My DNA is all over her.

They're trying to pin this on somebody

and who better than Vanessa King?

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