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- [Narrator] Previously on The Dirty D.

- Here's the deal, captain.

We've had several of your officers under surveillance

for quite some time.

And our investigation is almost done.

And the moment that it is, we will begin

to start making arrests.

- Oh my god Ice, what the fuck, what is this?

- I'm runnin' shit now.

- You mean this is my shit?

Deed to the club signed by Tiffany over a year ago.

- All right you guys, the results are in.

- Billy!

Baby, where you at?

- If you guys need any help understanding,

I'm here if you have any questions

but the results are self-explanatory.

- Isis Walker.

You're under arrest for drug trafficking,

money laundering, and prostitution.

- [Man] And tell me, do you see the man responsible

for trying to murder you the night of

January 5th, 2022?

Are you sure?

- I'm 100% Sure.

- [Man 2] Damn Nikki, gotta hung your ass down

just to get my son?

I can't believe you put your hands on me!

- Imma do way worse than that bitch

if you don't tell me what the fuck

you was doing at that club.

("Motown" by Koron)

* She says she wanna go to Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *

* In the world that can sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

* City of the blues *

* Feel like Berry Gordy when I step inside this booth *

* I need a Diana who gon come and sing the tunes *

* Or I could hit up Sada if I need to bust a move *

* Yeah baby I'm from Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *

* In the world that can sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life, that's my town *

* Living in the fast lane, can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

* Don't slow down *

- Special.

Gonna ask ya something.

You ready to talk now, little mama?

- Yeah.

- See?

I told you she'd see things our way.

- We listening, motherfucker.

Fuck you gotta say?

- Fuck your punk ass.

- Bitch, think this is a game?!

- Chill the fuck out!

- Fuck that chill shit!

- Hey, listen.

We're gonna ask you one more time.

Where the fuck is Ice?!

(phone vibrates)

- [Man 3] Hol' up.

(unclear)

Yo.

Yeah, this bitch tryna play tough.

Not sayin' shit.

Look man, just give me a little more time with the bitch.

Imma crack this ho sooner or later,

just be patient.

Say less.

Time to apply some more motherfuckin' pressure.

- Boom?

The fuck you doin' here?

- Brick sent me.

- For what?

- To talk.

- After that nigga put his fuckin' hands on me?

We ain't got shit to talk about.

- The cameras at the club caught you the night

Tiffany came up missing.

Why?

- Looking for Brick.

- How the fuck was you looking for Brick

if he ain't know you was in town?

- I'm his plug.

That's my shit movin' through y'all clubs.

- Which means?

- Which means I don't have to tell you

or your little boss Brick shit.

I pop up and check up on all my shit

when the fuck I feel like it.

- So out of all the nights you want to pop up

and check up on your shit,

you just so happened to be there the night

that Tiffany come up missing and get killed?

- Listen, baby.

The street's slow.

And when I'm here and have Brick out here moving,

fuckin' with undercover cops and shit?

Please believe I'll pop up and make sure

all my fuckin' business is being taken care of.

- Aight, if that was true,

then why the fuck you ain't tell Brick you was in town?

- 'Cause there wasn't shit to tell.

Went to the club, it was empty and in shambles.

So if your camera caught me walking in the club

it should have caught me walking right back out.

- That's the funny shit it brings.

At night cameras didn't catch much of shit.

- I had no reason to kill ya'll little precious Tiffany.

- [Boom] You did if you wanted Brick back.

- Back?

(laughs)

Brick never left.

You thought all those little trips back and forth,

in and out of town was just on business?

He was droppin' off a whole lot more than just money.

- How the fuck I know you ain't lying

about what happened that night?

- Listen, people tend to lie when they have

a need for something.

I'm the plug.

Which means I don't need you.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- And I damn sure don't need Brick for shit.

- I'll make sure I relay that message to Brick.

- Please do.

Now if you excuse me,

I'd like to get back to my meal.

- You wanted to see me, Chief?

- Yes.

It's time for us to start making arrests.

- Fuck.

I don't even want to believe that Terrance

out of all my officers could be responsible

for something like this.

- Look, I understand it's a hard blow

when an officer forgets what his badge represents,

honor, integrity, justice.

But when it does happen, it's our sworn duty

to uphold and protect the law.

- Have you talked to the D.A. yet?

You know, your buddy Levi?

- A copy of the indictment was automatically sent

to his office, but as we were leaving court,

I instructed a clerk to send me one as well.

Because at this point, you don't know

who you can trust.

- So what's our next step?

- Well, I'm awaiting a copy of the search warrant

as we speak.

- All right.

I'll get my officers together.

- [Chief] Good.

And I'll keep you updated as to the status

of the search warrant.

- [Captain] Yes, sir.

- Captain.

(phone ringing)

- Can you get some copies for me?

- Cap, you okay?

- No.

Not at all.

Just found out one of my officers is being indicted.

- I'm sorry, must be one really close to you

because I haven't seen that look on your face

in a very long time.

- I'm getting ready to bring him in,

and the minute we do it's gonna be all over

this damn department if it ain't already.

You might as well hear it from me first.

It's Terrance.

- That doesn't surprise me.

- It doesn't?

- [Woman] No.

- Terrance was getting ready to be one of my best cops.

- He might have been but, if (unclear) can get you to do

some crazy things,

then what's between a woman's legs can get you to do

some even crazier things.

- All right, what am I missing here?

- Well see Cap, you get the coffee in the break room,

but I get all the tea.

- Okay, um, Miss Wendy Williams, let's hear it.

- Well see Terrance, your up and coming,

he tried to kill officer Marcus Thompson

because he has information on Kyra Johnson,

that's Terrance's ex, that could put her away in jail

for a very long time.

- Hang on a second.

If this Kyra person is Terrance's ex,

why on earth would he jeopardize not only his career

but his freedom over a damn cast-off?

That's gonna be a question you have to ask him.

- Mr. Isis.

- How long I'm supposed to be here?

- Until you tell us what we wanna know.

- Which is?

- Look, we don't have time to play games with you.

There's a lot of shit going on.

- That shit ain't got shit to do with me.

- Actually, it has every fuckin' thing to do with you.

Remember this?

- What?

Okay, and?

- And you promised us certain intel about

police officers within the department

in exchange for concealing some information about you?

- I lied.

I said what the fuck I had to say so ya'll

could let me the fuck up.

- All right, so, just for shits and giggles,

so I'm hearing this correctly,

you're admitting that you gave a false sworn statement,

under oath, mind you, to law officials?

- I guess so.

- You do know what that means, right?

That means that any previous deals are now off the table,

including any previous dropped charges.

- It is what it is.

- You know,

I've um,

I've never been a begging man.

Never begged for nothing in my life.

But for you, I'm gonna make an exception.

I'm begging you, please,

and I do mean please,

keep that same fuckin' energy

when Brick finds out that you're the one

who killed his wife.

- See, I knew your ass was gonna have to give something.

(shrieks)

- We'll be back.

- Ice.

Give us a minute.

- How we lookin' in here, officers?

- No sign of Officer Terrance when we arrived, Captain.

- Found this, Cap.

- LeShay Simmons.

Okay Miss LeShay, who are you?

- I think that's actually a chick

that Terrance was dating.

- All right, (unclear).

Lemme guess homie, that's your ex too, huh?

Same girl...

- Are you two ladies done bickering?!

Huh?

'Cause if I wanted an update on all this

relationship drama and other bullshit,

I'da turned on the damn Maury show.

The only thing I'm interested in hearing about right now

is information that'll give me the whereabouts

of Terrance Washington.

Take this, please.

Give me a location on that address.

I wanna put an unmarked outside of her front door.

- All right, I'm on it Captain.

See if we can't keep eyes on our new friend LeShay.

How about you two lovebirds go work in the kitchen.

Jimmy, how you doing?

Set that aside, and make sure CSI gets that, thank you.

- [Woman 2] Hey Captain.

- Tell me you found something.

- Just this receipt for an engagement ring.

- Great, so now he had an engagement ring.

- Yep, which lead me to his Facebook page,

where I found this.

According to his latest post on social media,

he was going to ask someone to marry him.

- Today's the day, yo.

Wish me luck, get the fuck outta here.

Here, take this.

So this must be the girl that Young and Shawn was

bickering about downstairs.

Officer Thompson's got an unmarked headed to their house

as we speak.

- So that's where we're headed.

- Thanks for that information.

All right.

So according to LeShay's neighbors,

she hasn't been there in a few days.

- All right, someone please tell me why

everyone's disappearing?

- They also did say they saw her mother

come by a few times to pick up mail,

so that might be where she's staying.

- Give me that address.

- I'm already on it.

- To me, it's worth a try.

- Fuck.

- Can I help y'all?

- [Captain] Ma'am, we're looking for Terrance Washington.

- Oh, you're definitely looking in the wrong place.

I ain't seen Terrance since he showed up trying

to propose to me.

- And exactly when was that?

- That was the night of the Police Ball.

- Would you have any idea of his whereabouts right now?

- What is this about?

- We just need to ask him some questions

regarding an important matter.

- [LeShay] And ya'll can't just call him up today?

- Listen.

We're conducting a very important investigation right now,

and out ability to contact Terrance is crucial

to this investigation.

Now ma'am, I'm obligated to inform you that

withholding information on his whereabouts

can lead you into a lot of trouble.

- Look, I just told you that I haven't talked to him.

I don't know where he is.

Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna get back to

doing what I was doing.

- [Woman 2] Have a good one.

Now what?

- Now, in all your years of experience,

a person on the run typically looks for what?

- A place where they're comfortable and safe.

- Bingo.

Look up the name "Kyra Johnson".

- Found her.

1258 Law Street.

- Man, I love working with great people.

Get ahold of Chief, let him know I need a search warrant

for that address, and tell him to step on it.

- Okay.

- We won't be long.

- Ooh, it's okay baby, it's okay, it's okay.

- [Automated Voice] Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

- The fuck, Terrance?

Where is you at?

- Who's at the door?

- Oh, nobody, it was a salesperson.

- Salesperson?

I didn't know those still existed.

Have you seen my phone, LeShay?

- Ma, it's over there by the pillow.

- Hm, what's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- Girl, I am your mother.

Don't you think I know when there's something

wrong with my child?

Now, you've been around here for the last few days

mopin' around and looking all pitiful.

Come on.

Talk to me.

- I don't know, mom, I'm just...

I'm at the point in my life where I just want to be happy.

- Okay.

So what's stopping you?

- Finding my soulmate.

Somebody to settle down with and have a family with.

- Okay, Jill Scott.

- Why're you saying it like that,

like that's something that's just so impossible?

- Listen, I have watched so many women

destroy their whole damn lives chasing a fantasy.

Just to end up with a broke-ass nigga

living in a little-ass shabby house

full of bad-ass kids.

- Now ma, you know that's not the case for everybody.

- Most.

And speaking of broke-ass niggas,

where's your little boyfriend you told me about?

- Terrance is not broke!

- He's a cop, right?

Come on, LeShay.

Everybody knows that cops are broke.

And hell, I hear he got more kids than Nick Cannon.

And you know damn well you ain't ready to be no stepmom.

- And don't gotta be.

Ma, Terrance got a DNA test done on them kids

and they not his.

- Good!

You dodged a bullet with that one, didn't you?

(cell phone rings)

Oh, hey you.

- The Detroit Police have issued a BOLO

for police officer Terrance Washington

in connection to the attempted murder of a fellow officer.

He is considered armed and dangerous.

If you have any information on his whereabouts,

please contact the police department immediately.

(LeShay groans)

- Ma!

- [LeShay's Mother] Baby, what's wrong?

- Ma, I'm pregnant.

- Pregnant, LeShay!

- Ma, there's something wrong with my baby, call 911!

- Chay, I know we have not been that close

over these past few years,

but you know still here for you, right?

- I know, sis.

- Come on, we got to get you outside.

When was the last time you left this house?

- The day I came home from the funeral.

- Girl no, come on.

We gotta go somewhere, go to a happy hour,

get some drinks, something.

- I can't, I have to finish packing Malik's stuff.

The real estate agent will be here tomorrow afternoon

for a walk-through.

- All right, so how about this.

How about me and you go outside this house

and have some drinks, and I promise you

when we get back I help you finish packing.

- Why do I get the feeling that you're not going to

take no for an answer?

(laughs)

- 'Cause I'm not.

Don't forget who the big sister is.

- How can I forget, bully?

- You and Brick just swear I am such a bully.

- Brick, who is that?

- Brick, you don't remember Brick?

From the old neighborhood.

- Not really.

I wasn't outside with your fast ass.

- Girl, whatever.

Come on, we can talk about my drama over some drinks.

- Brick?

- Brick?

- [Officer] Clear!

- [Officer 2] Clear.

- [Woman 2] Clear.

- Clear.

- This looks like the jacket Terrance had on

the night of the Police Ball.

- And this box is empty, so I guess she must have said yes.

- Well, at least we know he was here.

- Shit's just not adding up.

- I'll keep looking for evidence.

- Me too.

- (unclear)

- I looked over there, and there's nothing in that cabinet.

- What the fuck is this.

- Well if it ain't my favorite client.

How're you doing today, beautiful?

- I'm here to discuss our unfinished business.

- Unfinished business?

- Unfinished business, broken promises, I mean,

whichever you prefer to call it.

You see, you were full of so many guarantees

when you were fucking me right here on this little desk.

While I walked away empty handed, and Brick walked away

with everything.

- You know, I tried to pull every string

that I could for you.

Who'd have known that fuckin' scumbag Malik was gonna

pull that bullshit.

- Okay look, fuck all that.

Are you trying to tell me there ain't shit

we can do about it?

- No.

At the time of Tiffany's death, Brick was her next of kin.

- Okay, so Tiffany filing for divorce

at the time of her death doesn't mean anything?

- [Clyde] Nothin' at all, they were still legally married.

But, I do have something that might be of interest to you.

- I'll listen.

- Looks like Tiffany had another insurance policy.

For two million dollars.

- What?!

And when was you gonna tell me this?

- When I figured out a way I could benefit from it.

- You're one snake-ass nigga.

- Why do you think I became a lawyer, baby?

But, we do have one minor hiccup.

- [Woman 3] What's that?

- There's two beneficiaries on there.

Both ya'll must sign.

- Okay so, if Brick didn't know about the policy,

then who else could she have listed?

I know you lyin'.

- Girl, I told ya you were gonna have a good time.

- Mm-hmm.

- But let me change these shoes, girl,

my feet killin' me.

- All right.

Sis, you got a charger somewhere around here?

My phone about to die.

- Look on the side of the couch.

- All right.

- Goodness.

- Is this Brick?

- Yeah, that's him.

I'm sure you're gonna meet him real soon.

- I'm sure I will.

- Girl, come on.

- God damn, I'm a lucky-ass nigga.

- You is.

- Show me how lucky of a nigga I really am.

- Okay baby, close your eyes.

- Come on baby, now you know I hate surprises.

Damn.

* You out the room I'm bout to pull me on ya quick *

* Slide through and make you eat on this and dick *

* Talk about smashin', I leave niggas hurt *

* I throw it back so if ya scared *

* You better talk to Jesus first *

* Lil' nigga this here is for the grown niggas *

* If you smart sit on a bench *

* 'Cause this here's for grown niggas *

* I'm fuckin' up some (unclear) *

* I'm here for them long fingers *

* I hang up the phone if you ain't speakin' my tone *

* I'm a murderer, this pussy killed a nigga before *

* And I don't swallow but I can take a (censored) *

* And while I'm robbin' it he's trying to hold out *

* But he can't 'cause grippin with that spit *

* That kind of (censored) that take his soul out *

* And I'll be back around this bitch *

- You picked a good one this time, baby.

Very few niggas' dick and tongue game on point.

- Yeah, but, I almost feel bad for what we doing.

- Girl, fuck that nigga in there.

You think that nigga actually give a fuck about you?

Don't start getting soft on me, bitch.

- I'm not.

- Listen.

Stick to the plan, okay?

- Okay, so when you get me in the club?

- I got you, as long as all this shit with Ice

get figured out.

- Wait, you still haven't talked to him yet?

- Hell no, and the contract is to be at the club

the first thing in the morning to start remodeling.

- What, remodeling the club?

- Yeah.

I guess he already had it paid for before

all this shit happened.

- Can't that wait 'till he gets back?

- No one knows when that'll be.

And since he already paid for it,

I just kept things as scheduled,

as I'm sure he would want me to.

I mean, since I am the club manager and all.

- I guess.

- Listen, just stick to the fuckin' plan.

- All right.

Shit.

I know this nigga got broom over here somewhere.

- What're you doing here?

- We need to talk.

So, how long you plan on being in your feelings?

- I know you ain't came all this way

just to carry on a conversation that we've been having

for years.

- Yeah, that we have yet to resolve the problem to.

- What problem?

- So you don't call moving hours away,

not speaking to your family a problem?

- No.

That's what I call peace of mind.

- Okay, listen.

We both know what Tiffany did was wrong as hell.

But damn, you that mad that you couldn't even

show up to your own sister's funeral?

- For what?

Tiffany been dead to me for years now.

I did been mourning that girl.

- God.

How long are you gonna hold this grudge, Chanel?

- Mommy, can I have something to drink?

- I don't know, sis.

I mean, you tell me.

How long should it take me to get over my sister

marrying my child's father?

- Hey girl!

- Hey, what's up?

- Does this belong to you guys?

- What is this?

- I found his stuff between some papers

in a drawer when I was looking for forms.

- How'd that happen?

- Girl, I don't know.

- Hold on, how are we able to give test results

if the DNA wasn't even tested?

- Girl, we can't.

Hopefully Terrance and Michael aren't sitting around

waiting for their results.

- Not at all.

- Well, I gotta get back to my work station, so.

- Thank you.

- So, and order just came down.

We have to let him loose.

- What the fuck?

- What the?

What the fuck do you mean we gotta let him loose?

No, fuck that, man.

That man admitted to murder.

He admitted to it, and the only reason

his ass is not in jail right now is because

he promised to give us information,

information that at the present moment,

he refuses to give.

Check the records, it's all on the tapes.

- You talkin' about a fuckin' tape that should have

been in an evidence room but yet nobody seems

to be able to locate it.

- Okay, so where the fuck could it be?

- [Man In Black Suit] Nobody knows.

So in the meantime, we have to let him loose.

But that doesn't mean we can't keep a close eye on him

until we can get to the bottom of this.

- It's bullshit and you know it.

- This is...

- Now who the fuck you pointing that gun at?

- Ice, what the fuck are you doing here?

- Is that any way to talk to your man?

- Ex-man.

- Babe, I still got the keys to your crib,

and I still got the keys to your heart.

- Don't be too sure about that.

- The fuck you mean?

If I wasn't, you gonna deal with your dad.

- I don't want to talk about that,

but there is something I need to tell you about India.

- The fuck you know about India?

(intense music)

(gunshots)

("123" by TJ Hickey ft. Mark Battles & Jerome The Prince)

* 1, 2, 3, I know beats like A, B, C *

* I come up they hate to see *

* I made to lead to they to lead *

* I came up to major leagues *

* Say you blind, but wait and see *

* It's so easy, 1, 2, 3 *

* Or A, B, C, from A to Z *

* Back to raps that won't miss *

* Heard the beat and I kissed *

* Sing it loud but I switched *

* Bitch you rappin' so pissed *

* Now I'm high up with the stars, yeah *

* I'm on the path up to Mars, yeah *

* Told me I wouldn't get far, yeah *

* How you walk with these boys, yeah *

* How this bitch get so authentic *

* (unclear) *

* Flow is so sick, need a medic *

* That's what I call aesthetic *

* I just prove what I do, yeah *

* (unclear) *

* Beat is on and I cruise, yeah *

* I was leadin' my crews, yeah *

* 1, 2, 3, I know beats like A, B, C *

* I come up they hate to see *

* I made it lead to they I lead *

* I came up to major leagues *

* Say you blind but wait and see *

* It's so easy, 1, 2, 3 *

* A, B, C, from A to Z *

* Uh, let's just have a damn night *

* Not the Mister Chance type *

* Got to get the plans right *

* See your girl tryna get the damn pipe *

* I might just hit it twice like an Instagram like, right *

* Not to mention that that I'm really from the trenches *

* Crunch is worth the inches *

* And you hatin' from the benches *

* The flow is vicious, got me living so terrific *

* My bros is wicked, don't get tempted by my witness *

* 1, 2, 3, I know beats like A, B, C *

* I come up they hate to see *

* I made to lead to they to lead *

* I came up to major leagues *

* Say you blind but wait and see *

* It's so easy, 1, 2, 3 *

* A, B, C, from A to Z *

* Ay, 1, 2, 3, shots I just took at the beach *

* Real life a little like make believe *

* Fuckin strong when you make my drink *

* Blow up, we are on the brink *

* These trash rappers really stink *

* Blonde girl with me, look like Zelda *

* All this green I look like Link *

* Hold up, hold up, Guns N' Roses *

* I am fully loaded *

* Future looking bright but right now *

* I'm just gon' live in the moment *

* Every day I get a dub *

* This L right here you can hold it *

* Tonight we gon' shut it down *

* Tomorrow I'll need ibuprofen *

* Jerome *

* 1, 2, 3, I know beats like A, B, C *

* I come up they hate to see *

* (unclear) *

* I came up to major leagues *

* Say you blind, but wait and see *

* It's so easy, 1, 2, 3 *

* A, B, C from A to Z *

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