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MAN: Your former client, Marissa Baxter,

experienced infidelity in her relationship with her husband.

Did you encourage her to stay and work it out?

Infidelity is one of the hardest things

any couple can face in a relationship.

MAN: Even though her husband was a known abuser?

I would never counsel anyone to stay in a relationship

that was dangerous.

MAN: Would you say that you did your best work

with Marissa and Maxwell?

I wish that there was a different outcome.

Marissa was murdered by her husband in your offices

during one of your counseling sessions.

Maxwell stabbed his wife Marissa 20 times.

20 times. Tragic death by her husband.

20 times. 20 times.

♪ You think you're ready, but how do you know? ♪

♪ She holds the secret, so she runs the show ♪

♪ One false move and you're out ♪

♪ 'Cause you got the right woman wrong ♪

♪ You try to stop us, but it can't be done ♪

♪ Refine and block us, but we're not the ones ♪

♪ We're the queens of the game, and believe me ♪

♪ Hell ain't no fun

♪ No fun

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ It's in the way she moves

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ You wonder how they do it

♪ But can you keep her secret?

♪ Shake it up, baby

♪ Come into her world, learn how to treat a lady ♪

♪ Classy, sexy, crazy

♪ Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up ♪

♪ Hush

[ Knocking ]

Coming.

I'm so sorry, but I can't do this shit anymore.

Marissa. Okay.

You shouldn't be here. This is not --

He's horrible. He's fucking horrible!

Okay. Please have a seat. All right? Just sit down.

Take a deep breath.

Now tell me, what did Maxwell do?

Everything. He fucking does everything.

I asked him to stop fucking these bitches in that house

because you said to create boundary lines.

I did. Yes. Boundaries are good.

Yeah.

Well, he fucking lost it.

He kept going on and on about how this was his house.

And how I can't tell him shit about doing whatever his house.

But you are upset about the cheating.

Yes, he's my husband.

Now, you do realize that him sleeping with other women

doesn't make him any less your husband.

Okay? We talked about this.

Yeah.

Well, it makes me feel like less of a wife.

Draya, don't give me that therapist bullshit.

We've been seeing you since before the wedding.

Listen.

You're right. I am your therapist.

And I -- I need to respect some lines.

Such just have a seat, please. Why don't you just sit down?

I'm sorry.

I just don't think I can keep dealing with them

cheating with these other women

and trying to vie for his attention.

I'm his wife!

You know what I mean?

I just --

I want to be happy, do shit for me.

If he wants them, and they want him,

then I'm going to have to leave him, Draya.

[ Knocking ]

-Draya? -Hey. Yeah.

Your morning session with the Dupris started five minutes ago.

Draya, they're in the orchid room waiting.

Tell them I'll be right there. Okay?

Thank you.

Okay.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Shit.

-We're doing great. -Look at us.

Oh, my God. I love this color.

-Alright I love -- -Hi.

I am so sorry. Please forgive my tardiness.

I had to sneak away to use the restroom,

and clearly I lost track of time.

No problem.

You two don't look like you're allergic to each other today.

No, not allergic.

[ Both laugh ]

Is that a smile I see there, Clair?

It is. It really is.

DRAYA: Wow. I really love that.

Please tell me what's been going on.

Like something just clicked.

I've been trying to work throughout the day, you know?

So I'm leaving more nights open

for my husband.

Even though his schedule has been, you know,

a little bit busier this past week.

But we have gotten through it.

Right, babe?

That good. Really, really good to hear.

How about you, Lloyd?

It's been good.

Yeah. Yeah?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

It's been -- It's been good.

Have you been anywhere new?

I don't know, any dates, parties?

♪ Go and act like you own this

Nothing comes to mind.

Parties, that is.

As for dates,

we plan to sneak one in tonight.

I plan on doing more than sneaking in a date tonight.

-[ Chuckles ] -Come on, keep it real.

[ Both laugh ]

It's been like two or three times a day.

Shh!

You know, excuse me for a second.

I had some black coffee on an empty stomach.

It's not really agreeing with me.

-Wait. Are you okay? -I'm be right back, okay?

Thank you, Dr. Draya. I mean, I love her.

Something up with her, though.

What are you talking about?

DRAYA: Okay.

Okay, now, so tell me, where were we?

[ Laughs ]

[ Computer chimes ]

That was fun, wasn't it?

[ Whip cracks, computer chimes ]

You liked watching me do that, didn't you?

Oh.

Do you want more?

[ Computer chimes ]

That's all you get. You're dismissed.

[ Sighs ] Shit.

♪ Giving me this feeling

[ Computer chimes ]

[ Clears throat ]

"You didn't send any."

♪ I'm down for it

♪ I just want to fuck with you

Q, sorry to walk in on you like this,

but I wanted to ask you something.

What's up?

You know what?

Nothing. It's fine.

Actually, I'm a little bit worried about Draya.

Worried about what?

ADRIENNE: She was late for the meeting with the Dupris,

and when I walked as her office, she was just, like, drifting.

-So day dreaming? -You know what?

You're probably right. She's on her period or something.

Q, you know, I could be your wing man.

You don't have to do all that online dating.

I'm not online dating.

Sure.

[ Door closes ]

[ Typing ]

"Depends.

Do you want me to be?"

That'll be six times my rate."

[ Computer chimes ]

Holy shit.

[ Typing ]

[ Computer chimes ]

Florida.

[ Typing ]

[ Chuckles ]

No. Up north.

[ Computer chimes ]

♪ I'm still able

Nosy ass.

[ Sighs ]

What the fuck?

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

MAN: Hello. You have a collect call from an inmate

at the District of Columbia, Department of Corrections.

Do you accept?

Yes. Yes.

Hey, baby. Baby, I'm so glad to hear your voice.

Babe, you have no idea. How are you?

How's your face? Are you okay?

As good as expected. Have you talked to Ashley?

Reached out to her like you said, but nothing.

Listen, I think they're behind us.

What?

Yeah, that's why you weren't able to visit me.

Baby, they got it blocked.

Are you sure?

I'm not sure, but I got a good feeling.

I'm posting your bail.

[ Beeping ]

MAN: Time up, slim.

-Fuck you. -Yeah. Alright.

Oh.

I'll let that slide today.

-Whatever. -Bitch ass nigga.

I got real shit to take care of.

[ Line ringing]

-Hello? -Hello.

You have a collect call from an inmate

at the District of Columbia Department of Corrections.

I accept.

MD, what's good?

What's up, big bro? What's happening?

How you holding up?

A lot better than my son, I hear.

What that supposed to mean? My nephew is doing fine.

Yeah, well, that's not what I'm hearing.

-Well, what you hearing? -Got little bitch ass niggas

in here be mouthing, gossiping,

with my son's name in they mouth.

Like they do.

Look, I got my little parole hearing later on this afternoon.

Might want to tighten it up because I ain't trying

to come home to no bullshit.

Nigga, I've been running this shit like a warden

since your ass motherfucking been gone.

I'm gonna come scoop you when the time comes, alright?

Poor ass niggas.

We keep this up, if you're not careful,

you're definitely going to get me pregnant.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, it'll be a miracle.

Why you say that?

Because I couldn't if I wanted to.

But I mean, we keep trying to see if we can.

[ Laughs ]

What do you mean? Can't have kids?

I, um...

I got a vasectomy a while ago.

I said I would reverse it if the time was right, but...

...time has never been right.

Mm.

I have some errands to run today.

You want to take me?

[ Laughs ]

Alejandro, the driver.

Are your service.

[ Laughs ]

-Baby. -Hm?

Go get me my coat out the closet.

ALEJANDRO: No, no, no, no, no, no.

I hate that coat.

It's gaudi, and plus when you wear it,

I can't even look at your ass.

And I love looking at you ass!

I have to know.

I have to know.

[ Shower running ]

SYLEENA: I left right here!

TERRELL: Why the fuck would you --

Mona is gonna fucking kill us!

I don't know. This was your fucking plan, remember?

SYLEENA: Oh, like you had a better idea.

TERRELL: Look, I would leave hundreds of fucking dollars

worth of coke on the bed. SYLEENA:Shut the fuck up!

I need to think for a second.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

I need you to call your connect at the East Side Crew.

TERRELL: You got to be fuckin' kidding me.

You want me to call another drug dealer for more coke?

SYLEENA: Terrell, we have a party happening here tonight.

We need party favors.

Plus, how are we gonna have

enough product to pay Mona back?

TERRELL: Why don't we just figure out who the fuck

walked in here and took off with our shit?

SYLEENA: I'm gonna handle that.

All I know is, there was only five people up in this --

Hey. Um, you busy?

♪ I can't lie, I like you

♪ But I don't like to get inside no tight ropes ♪

♪ But I might try to

Cheers to getting to know one another better

and a whole lot of other freaky deaky ass shit happening.

-Ooh, yes. -And to new girlfriends.

Lord knows I really did need a new set of real girlfriends.

Who are you telling? Me too?

So I ain't going to lie.

This week has been so rough for me.

Has it been for you?

Uh, yeah, actually, it has.

You know, every week without Keith,

it gets harder and harder.

But, um, I never thought I'd find myself in this situation.

GINA: I can't even imagine.

What about you?

It's been crazy as hell, but that's my life every day.

Where is the waiter?

Hey, there.

So I have to go to the restroom.

But I wanted to just order the fillet.

Y'all don't have to rush. I'll be right back.

Okay.

So I'm going to have, yes, the salad with the salmon, please.

I'm sorry. Can I help you?

Haven't I seen you at the penthouse before?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I need you to leave.

Well, I don't know about you, but this looks like you.

Look, I know what kind of shit you're trying to pull,

but this is not the place.

And I know what this video can do for you

and your wife's career, so I'll be frank.

I need your help.

Well, I mean, I need you to help me

to help yourself.

-How much? -Money is not what I need.

Well, what is it you want?

My colleagues are gonna return any minute.

There's an inmate, Lincoln Davidson.

He's up for parole.

If his ass gets out, it'll be a lot of shit

for everybody, so I need him to stay in there.

That's not the way the system works.

I just can't deny parole for anyone.

Sure you can.

Well, I mean, you know what? Never mind.

Fine. What's his name again?

Lincoln Davidson.

Got it.

Good.

Oh, and you should try the fillet. It's very good.

I heard you like beef.

We were worried about you. Thought maybe you fell in.

Oh, no, I just saw someone I knew.

You know how that goes.

Oh, trust me, I do.

So, what's been going on? How's business?

Grab anything new lately?

Actually, business has been really good for me.

I don't think I've made this much money since --

Well, I've never made this much money, actually.

Yeah, it's good because it's come at a time

when I really needed it.

Yeah, I can definitely relate. What about you?

Me, I'm just waiting for them to renew my contract.

Can you believe these people think I'm boring?

Shit. I am boring.

Oh, stop. You're not.

So, the penthouse is good? Nothing crazy going on?

Like what?

I'm just making conversation.

So you guys watch "Housewives"?

It's cartoons for me.

♪ Sippin' at the bar, having withdrawal ♪

[ Sighs ] Hey.

Traffic was terrible.

Oh.

I'll have what she's having.

-Thank you. -Adrienne, sweetie.

Thank you so much for meeting me.

[ Chuckles ] I was joking.

Can I have tequila and lots of it?

Thank you. What's going on?

Oh, well, you know, the better question is what's not going on?

What's not going on?

I've just really been in my head lately.

I keep thinking about Marissa.

Oh, I can only imagine that does not get easier.

And after my interview with Chris, I mean,

I just keep thinking, did I do enough?

Draya, it is not your fault Marissa is dead.

What if it is?

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

Oh, excuse me. I've been waiting for this call.

Um...

Cherise?

Superstar!

DRAYA: Hi. I was beginning to think

that you forgot about me.

CHERISE: I could never.

Okay. Well, tell me some good news, then.

Great news. Now, I couldn't get you a whole show,

given that interview before last was a bit of a shit show

for the network, but I was able to get you

a segment Chris' show.

What? Okay, Cherise. That's still really, really good news.

Well, you go out and celebrate. Congratulations.

Ah!

Shots. Shots. More shots, please.

Oh, I shouldn't. But I am. [ Laughs ]

You're two behind. You're two behind.

♪ Why you lie, you ain't getting paid ♪

♪ I'm like why I got a lot

Oh, well, look at what that cat drug in.

What up, Mona?

I hope you got something in that bag

that's going to keep me from busting your ass

in the face with this motherfucking bottle.

Shit, I hope so.

For your sake, I hope you do.

Now, bitch.

Now, you know, I almost didn't do this shit with y'all.

But you knew better, because then you would have

missed out on all of this.

Well, it look like I'm still missing some shit.

-Well, that's the thing. -Unh-unh, bitch.

I'm about to light a fire under your ass.

You know I don't play this shit.

Wait. Hold up.

The parties are moving a little bit slower than usual,

so we have some product left over,

but it will get sold.

And when it does, you'll get your money.

We're even considering upping the price a little bit.

Oh, you going up the price?

-Yes. -Alright. Good.

Because I'm going up the interest.

And since we good friends, sis,

I'm going to give you a week to pay me fucking back.

-I got you. -Oh, yeah.

And I hope you know that Linc is on his way home.

So I hope you still got that fucking money

that he let you hold before he went in.

Otherwise, it's gonna be some fucking problems.

You know how Linc get down.

All right, Mona.

Dead bitch walking.

[ Glasses clink ]

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

Dr. West.

How are you?

Yeah.

Let's do it. I'm ready.

Tonight.

All right. I'll have my driver pick you up.

No, no, no.

Trust me when I'm saying this is the best thing.

Thank you for flying in.

I'll see you shortly.

These bitches got the money.

Do they have a coke?

I don't know. Maybe somebody broke in and stole it.

I can't think about that right now.

Here.

-What is it? -Put this in that phone,

and it becomes a burner.

You send the message.

After we're done, we wipe it clean, and we burn it.

TERRELL: All right. Sounds easy enough.

Then I'm going to ask the girls to meet me at the penthouse

for brunch so we can all be together

when the message comes through, easy enough.

All right. Should I send it to you?

-Yes. -Yeah. Okay.

That way, if we all get the message,

they won't know who sent it.

Ah. You are so fuckin' smart.

It is sexy. Come here.

I had the best night ever!

[ Laughs ]

Oh, my God. I just have to --

I want to tell someone the news, but I don't really know.

I think I'm going to call this cutie.

And...send.

[ Cellphone dings ]

♪ They keep on doing me wrong

♪ But I'm trying to change and show I'm a better me ♪

[ Cellphone dings ]

♪ These girls talking like they bitches ♪

♪ But I'm just trying to save all my energy ♪

♪ I was down bad, I was down sad ♪

♪ Niggas ain't even get why we mad ♪

Oh, whoo! Cute!

Hey, one too many, huh?

No, no. Actually, I had the perfect amount.

-Thank you. -I got you.

Get you in here, and get you in the bed.

Oh.

Oh. What? Whoa, whoa.

Whoa!

Oh, I'm so happy.

-Alright. -Yeah.

I'm finally going to be in the spotlight.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, Cherise called.

-Did she? -Yeah, she did.

What did she say?

Oh. Give me help here.

[ Laughs ]

-Don't do that. -What?

-Don't do that? -Why?

You know you want to.

I see it in your eyes.

Oh, God. [ Gags ]

[ Retches ]

Q: That's so sexy.

[ Draya spits ]

[ Sighs ]

Oh, my God.

Get you a wash cloth.

Um...

Check in the bathroom.

Hurry up.

[ Groans ]

I'm just gonna lay down. Okay?

Great idea.

Why do I have so many fuckin' pillows?

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Here. Want that?

Q: Shit, Draya.

Good morning.

Oh, God.

Oh, Q.

Take these.

What are you doing here, huh?

Q: Pills, for your head.

Oh, God. Thank you.

You texted me last night. I came over.

-I did? -Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God, no, we did not.

Relax. You wish.

Texted me, "Down to fuck."

Oh.

Yeah, that -- that that wasn't for you.

-Well, I came. -Really?

To fuck?

-To make sure you were good. -Oh, God.

Not your therapist should know shit like that,

but you was pretty fucked up last night.

You're my friend, so I was worried about you ass.

Well, sorry.

No need to explain that.

But you can explain this.

I can actually do you one better.

♪ You think you're ready, but how do you know? ♪

♪ She holds the secret, so she runs the show ♪

♪ One false move and you're out ♪

♪ 'Cause you got the right woman wrong ♪

♪ You try to stop us, but it can't be done ♪

♪ Refine and block us, but we're not the ones ♪

♪ We're the queens of the game, and believe me ♪

♪ Hell ain't no fun

♪ No fun

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ It's in the way she moves

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ You wonder how they do it

♪ But can you keep her secret?

♪ Shake it up, baby

♪ Come into her world, learn how to treat a lady ♪

♪ Classy, sexy, crazy

♪ Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up ♪

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