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(light music)

(diamonds hissing)

- [Narrator] Previously on "The Dirty D."

- We're conducting a very important investigation right now

and our ability to contact Terrence is crucial

to this investigation.

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

I don't know where he is.

Ma, I'm pregnant.

- Pregnant? Lashay.

- Ma, I think something wrong with my baby, call 911.

- But there is something I need to tell you about India.

- The fuck you know about India?

- We listen to motherfucker. The fuck you gotta say.

- Fuck you, punk ass niggas.

(fist thuds)

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

then who else could she have listed?

- I know you ain't came all this way just to carry on

a conversation that we've been having for years.

- Is this brick?

- Yeah, that's him.

I'm sure you gonna meet him real soon.

- I'm sure I will.

- How are we able to give test results

if the DNA wasn't even tested?

- Girl, we can't.

- 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.

(tense music)

(gun banging)

(person thudding)

* Ready yo, you ready *

* She said she wanna go to Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's cuz 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 cuz 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 *

- Well, I don't know exactly what's going on,

but we're down at the station, India's missing.

- The fuck you mean missing?

- Calm down. I'm in the process of getting more information.

And why the fuck would you come here

before going home to your fiancee anyways?

- I came here to thank you for pulling some strings

for getting me out the safe house.

- I didn't pull any strings to get you outta anywhere.

When you thanked me earlier, I had no idea

what you were talking about.

- I gotta go.

- Where are you going?

- Look, I gotta go wash up.

Then I gotta go to the club to see

what the fuck going on with India.

- So you mean to tell me you not gonna

see your daughter while you here?

- Look, she's still asleep.

I come over tomorrow and see her.

- Ice, don't do anything stupid

that's gonna get you locked up.

- I can't promise you that right now.

I go see what the fuck going on with my girl.

(tense music)

(monitor beeping)

- Brick, Brick.

Come on, dog. I know you can hear me, man.

Try to fight your way out of this, dog. Come on.

Can't go out like this, man. Please fight, bro.

(Boom sniffing)

(door clicking)

What's up, Doc? Tell me you got some good news, man.

- I got some news but I don't know how good it is.

Let's go, let's go on the hallway so we can talk.

(monitor beeping)

(door thuds)

All right, come on, Doc. Let's hear it.

- Brick was shot twice, once in the abdomen.

Now, the good news is the bullet didn't hit

any main arteries, but the bullet did cause

severe internal damage.

- How severe?

- Well, the bullet lacerated several tissues

and cause some muscle and nerve damage.

- Doc, he is gonna make it, right?

- I don't know. It's too soon to tell.

But if he can make it past these next few days,

I may have an answer for you.

But for right now, it's touch and go.

- (exhales) All right, Doc.

Thanks, man. I appreciate it.

Listen, I need his visiting as restricted.

Don't let nobody in his room unless they're approved by me.

- Unfortunately, that's not how it goes.

That can only be done by his next of kin.

- I am his next of kin till we figure out who shot him

and why his life is in danger.

And Doc, if something happened to my mans while he in here,

your life is in danger too.

(hand tapping)

(tense music)

- Mr. Davis is not allowed to have any visitors

under any circumstances.

Is that understood?

- Understood.

- Right now, this is very important. Don't let me down.

- [Nurse 1] I won't.

- Did you know Lashay was pregnant?

- Yeah, but just recently found out myself.

- And nobody thought to tell me.

- Ma, it's nobody's place to tell you Lashay's business.

- What the hell do you mean tell her-

- Family of Lashay Simmons. - Hey, that's us.

- Doctor, what's going on with Lashay?

- Lashay is gonna be just fine.

But unfortunately, we couldn't save her baby.

- Well, God don't make mistakes.

- Ma. - Don't Ma me.

Now, you and I both know Lashay ain't ready

to be nobody's mother.

- Lashay lost a lot of blood, Ms. Carreon.

She's going to need a blood transfusion.

- Oh my god.

- It's not as bad as it sounds.

Blood transfusions are very common.

because Lashay is AB negative, it may take us

a little longer to find a matching blood type,

but we're working on it.

- Okay, but in the meantime,

is there anything that we can do to help?

- You both can get tested.

Parents and siblings are often a match.

- I'm not Lashay's biological mother.

I adopted her and her brother Levi

when their foster mother died.

- So technically, since we're not related,

we probably wouldn't be a match.

- I still encourage you both to get tested. You never know.

I'll be back in a little to update you. Okay?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- This is crazy.

- Yeah, but everything will be all right.

- All right. - I'll see you later, okay?

- All right, see you later, baby.

- Love you, Mom. - Love you too.

(tense music)

(monitor beeping)

(phone ringing)

- Chief, you ain't gonna believe this shit. Brick.

(tense music) (monitor beeping)

(phone ringing)

- Hey, officer.

- Everything good, Cap?

- Yeah, and you know as much

as I'd love seeing the United State again,

I really need you to get down to Memorial Hospital, ASAP.

- What's going on?

- I just got word that Brick Davis' been shot.

- Wait, what? Where?

- I'm working out those details right now. Okay?

But I need you to get down there,

see what condition he is in,

see what information you can get for.

- All right, cool. I'll head over now.

- All right, listen, while you're gone,

I'm gonna set up a meeting, okay?

Bring all the guys in, get 'em up to speed of what we know.

- Okay. - And then tomorrow morning,

we're gonna put this whole thing together.

- [Marcus] Cool with that. I'll see you later.

- Be safe. - All right.

(tense electronic music)

(door thuds)

(gun thuds) (person grunting)

- [Boom] Get your ass up.

- What the fuck? Boom?

What the fuck, man?

Why the fuck you got your gun pointed at me, nigga?

- [Boom] There's gonna be more that pointed at you,

motherfucker, unless you start telling me

what I want to hear.

- Nigga, hear about what? - Brick.

- What the fuck about Brick?

- He got shot the other night.

You had a motive to do with it.

- Nigga, every motherfucking body in the city of Detroit

got a reason to put a hole in that nigga, dog.

I need you to fucking think.

- Wrong answer.

(gun bangs) - (screams) Shit.

The fuck is wrong with you, man.

You fucking crazy.

- Nigga, you ain't seen crazy.

Let me ask you one more motherfucking time.

Did you have something to do with Brick getting shot?

- Hell no, nigga. The fuck.

Any fucking problem I had with Brick, left with y'all,

y'all left me.

Nigga, we should took the club, right, Boom.

I need you to fucking, man. Think.

What would any real nigga do, dog? Huh?

Be there for his fucking wife.

I had no problems with Brick thing.

Boom, come on. Not like this.

- Let that be a lesson to you.

Stay outta personal shit

if they ain't got nothing to do with you.

- Come on, my dog. - Personally.

(gun banging) (bullet case clinking)

(siren wailing)

- She said what?

You were lying. - Hello? How you doing?

- Let me call you right back.

Hello, officer.

- Hey. - How can I help you?

- Well, maybe you can help me. I'm Officer Marcus Thompson.

- [Nurse 1] Okay.

- And I'm looking to get more information

on the condition of Brick Davis.

- I'm sorry, that information can only be released

his next of kin.

- Okay, well, I'm investigating an important case

that involves him.

- I see, but what I also need to see

is a police warrant requesting that information.

- I don't have a warrant.

- (chuckles) Well, what you also don't have is access

to Mr. Davis's private information.

Excuse me. What's up, girl?

- Hey, what time you get off?

- [Nurse 1] Probably about sevenish.

- [Nurse 2] You trying to hit the happy hour with me?

- Hell yeah. Lemon drop sounds real good right about yeah.

- Okay, and that's on period. - Period.

- (clears throat) I received a call that my husband

was brought in with severe injuries.

- I'll be with you shortly, ma'am. What you wearing?

I got like this real cute black dress

I've been wanting to wear.

You got some black to put on?

- Yep.

- Little girl, you got one minute to give me the information

that I requested regarding my husband

or find somebody that has the information.

Otherwise, the only place your is going tonight is the ER.

You understand?

- I'm gonna head back to my department.

Call me when you get off.

- [Nurse 1] Okay.

What's your husband's name?

- Gervon Roberts.

(keyboard clacking)

- Ma'am, let me page the doctor for you.

- Is my husband dead?

- Let me get a doctor for you.

- Is my husband dead?

- Mrs. Roberts.

- I asked the question, is my husband dead?

- Let's go somewhere private so we can talk.

- I'm not going nowhere until somebody answers my question.

- Yes, he is.

- (exhales) How'd he die?

- He was shot.

- Thank you. When will the body be released to me?

- Well, since it's a homicide investigation,

that would be up to the police department.

- Maybe I could help, overheard a little bit

of your conversation.

And I'm Officer Marcus Thompson.

- You investigating my husband's case?

- No, but I can make a few calls to see what I can find.

- Thank you. - No problem.

- Did the lab results come back for our patient in room 24?

- For Brick Davis? Yeah, it's right here.

- Okay. - Brick Davis?

He's in here?

Did that bastard has something to do with

what happened to Gervon?

Where is he?

- Okay, ma'am. You need to calm down.

- I'm not trying to hear none of that. Where is he?

- Ma'am, if you don't calm down,

I have to ask you to leave the premises.

- Fuck these premises.

- Okay, okay. So how about this?

You come with me to get information on your husband.

That's what you should be focused on anyway, right?

- All right. - Okay. After you.

(footsteps pattering)

- Ice, what's going on? Where have you been at?

- Look, I ain't got time to play catch up right now,

Brittney, something going on with India.

She ain't been returning none of my calls.

Man, something ain't right.

- Damn, I've been holding the club down

since you've been gone

and the only thing you care about is India.

- You the club manager. India my girl.

So the only thing you need to do,

concern yourself with is club shit.

- It's funny how you around here praising a bitch

that ain't been here now one damn time

to check on your shit since you've been gone.

- Look, I ain't gonna tell your ass again.

Watch your fucking mouth the way you speak on my girl.

- You know what? - What's wrong with you?

- I'm so sick and tired of your ass around here

talking to me crazy when I'm the only one

that's always holding you and this damn club down.

- Like I said, some shit just going on right now with India.

I don't give a fuck about this club, you

or your motherfucking attitude.

So if you got a problem, quit.

- This nigga got me so fucked up.

(door thuds)

(keyboard clacking)

(ominous dramatic music)

- [Ice] Fuck.

- Dog, what's up with our fucking money, bro?

We can't keep that bitch in the basement forever.

- Bro, chill. Relax, nigga.

Just be patient. These niggas is good for it.

Just gotta wait this shit out a couple more days.

Shit, fuck it.

- Dog, did you even feed her?

- I can't stand those soft ass nigga, man.

- Man, shut the fuck up. Goofy ass nigga.

(indistinct)

* Nigga look, nigga look at these *

* Hey (indistinct) I gotta get the drinks on *

* Big body pull the bitches headstrong *

* I can take the whole gang when you say so *

* Putting us, send it down 'cause they know *

- Ice. - Gordon.

- Good to see you home.

- Yeah, feel good to be back.

- Remember that chick I had you followed the other week?

- Yeah. What about her?

- You still got her location?

- Locked at my GPS. - My nigga.

Hey, keep these to cover the door.

I need to take a ride with her.

- All right. Come on.

- Where the fuck is he going?

- Hi, beautiful. - Hey, baby.

- What can I get you?

- A lemon drop.

- Gotcha. - Thank you.

- I need to talk to you now.

- Damn, didn't I tell you I would hit you up

once I spoke with Ice and got you in the club?

- What I have to tell you don't got shit to do

with the club.

- Look, I don't got time for this right now, Treasure.

Just say what you gotta say

so I can finish waiting on my customers.

- Forgive me, love, I had to go on True basement

to get something.

- Okay, and...

- And it was a girl in the basement tied to a chair,

all beat up and shit.

- What?

- Yes, I hurried up, got my shit, got the fuck out of there

while the nigga was still asleep.

- Wait, wait, so you just left her there?

- Hell yeah. I'm not trying to be tied up next to her end.

- Damn, bitch.

I mean, you coulda called the police or something.

- What? The police?

Hell no, whatever weird shit they got going on,

don't got to do with me.

- Yeah, I don't know.

I think we should call off our little plan.

I don't think it's worth putting you in no trouble.

Shit. What now?

- I think I left my phone at that nigga house.

- Isn't that your phone that was in your purse?

- No, not that phone. The phone I use for my hair clients.

- Girl, fuck that phone.

You could just go get another one tomorrow.

I mean, that is what insurance is for.

- Yeah, if I have insurance.

- Your ass crazy as hell if you go back in that house.

- Girl, I have to, 'cause if I don't

I'll miss out all kind of money.

Shit, he probably not there anyway.

- Then how will you get in?

- He never locks the door.

I'm gonna just go in, grab my phone and leave.

He won't even know I've been there.

All right, all right.

Look, call me as soon as you get your phone

and leave that nigga house.

- All right, all right. I will.

- Her hard head ass gonna learn about not listening.

Mm, mm, mm.

I'm about to make y drink right now. Okay, love.

Thank you, boo. - Mm-hmm.

(door clicking)

(tense music)

- It's good to see you still on your shit.

- Bishop. What the fuck you doing here?

- What do you think? I came to check up on my bitch.

I mean, you still my bitch, right?

- Uh-huh.

Look, Bishop, I don't have time for your shit right now,

I got a lot of shit going on.

- Like what? Chasing behind that nigga.

- What nigga?

- That nigga you been up here fucking with

but telling me you've been up here with your sister.

- I have been with my sister.

- Right, right.

Oh, but the funny thing,

your sister been in Germany until just recently.

- What the fuck? You've been keeping tabs on me.

- (laughing) Oh Lord.

You been in the deep, really got you feeling yourself, huh?

You must have forgot about

how I kept them niggas off your ass.

They kept you, held you down for years.

- You must have forgot how I pay you for that.

- But did you pay me for leaving my family

to be with you?

Up all night, bagging up work, sending it up here to you.

Just for you to be with this punk ass nigga.

- Bishop, it's my work, which means I can send it to whoever

and whatever I choose.

See this shit right here is between me and you, Bishop.

Brick don't know a damn thing about us

and I like to keep it that way.

- Now, that's going to be a problem.

- Bishop, whatever it is you planning on doing, don't.

- (chuckles) Praise, praise, praise, praise.

You know what's impossible to love

two niggas at the same time, right?

Which means one of us has to go.

Take care of yourself, Breeze.

(tense music)

(Bishop chuckling)

- Bitch, fuck have you gotten yourself into.

(wine sloshing)

(bottle thuds)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(door thuds)

- What the fuck is going on?

- Bishop, I knew you was coming back.

- Nigga, what the fuck you doing in my house?

- Did you send some to my club to kidnap my bitch?

- The fuck I'm gonna send niggas to handle a bitch

when I can handle a bitch my fucking self.

- Bitch, you think this shit a game?

- Not at all.

What I do think is you trying to play in the game,

you don't know a fucking thing about.

- My girl got kidnapped from the club.

I think this bitch has something to do with it.

- I'm so sick and tired of y'all niggas coming to me

every time y'all got a problem with one of y'all bitch.

- First, Boom, come accusing me of this bullshit

with Tiffany, not-

- I ain't got shit to do with that.

- All right, Ice.

Tell me, why the fuck would I have anything

to do with the shit that's going on with India?

- The night at the club when she threatened you.

- And you really think that I would get a bitch snatched up

for some weak ass shit like that.

Nigga, I'm from the south.

I don't get bitches kidnapped,

just beat the fuck out of 'em.

Now, what I need you to do is lower this fucking gun,

get the fuck about my house.

- [Boom] You heard the lady.

- [Ice] What's saying got shit to do with you?

- It do now, nigga.

- Man, let me shoot him.

- No, chill.

But if I find out you lying, I'll be back.

- Nigga, and I'll be waiting.

- [Boom] Nigga.

(tense music)

- Nigga, I don't know what the fuck you doing here

but you gotta get the fuck about my house too.

- Look, I just came to tell you Brick got shot.

- Wait, what? - Yeah,

- Is he gonna be all right?

- They don't know.

- What hospital is he at?

- He down at Detroit Memorial.

- Let me go put on some clothes in. You gonna wait for me?

- I just left him down there from checking on him.

I need to go home, get some rest.

I got my information if I need to contact.

- Hey, Boom. - Hmm?

- Thank you.

(atmos music)

- [Person] The challenge was who had the best hand.

Not who had the fattest ass, not who looks good naked.

- Same bullshit. (door thudding)

- [Person] Not who had the least amount of clothes.

- Fuck like don't know shit, man.

(door clicks)

When the fuck you get in town?

- I had to come check on some shit.

- [True] Nigga, some shit like what?

- You.

- Listen, I don't want nobody checking up on me, man.

I ain't no kid.

- Then stop acting like one.

- Look, you might be my big brother and all that shit

but we ain't fucking kids no more, nigga.

I'm fucking grown.

- And a grown ass man handle his responsibility.

- Nigga, trust. I handles my shit, nigga.

- Oh yeah, 'cause the word out here on the street,

you are a nice little ticket out here in these streets.

A ticket big enough to get your ass killed.

- Man, look, like the fuck I said, I'm a grown ass man.

Don't worry about me.

But what the fuck you need to be doing,

is worry about what the fuck Breeze's ass down here doing.

Shit crazy.

Niggas trying to control everything except they bitch.

Hey, I ain't trying to be rude,

I'm just about to leave so...

- (exhales) Little bro, little bro.

You lucky I gave mama my word to protect you through in

and throughout, and you know I'm a man of my word,

'cause if I wasn't, I would've put a bullet

in your ass myself.

It's good to see you, little bro.

(door thuds)

(door squeaking)

(door clicking)

- We need to talk.

(suspenseful music)

(Boom exhales)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Please, you should die a little earlier. Please.

(suspenseful music)

- Damn, True, you scared the shit out of me.

- That's what happened when you were in the motherfucker

house you don't supposed to be in.

- I forgot my phone.

- Well, since you here,

I can get some of that good ass pussy.

- I can't right now, I got somebody...

- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's more important than you taking care of me

while I take care of you?

- Nothing.

- All right then. Let me take my stuff off.

- Oh. - Oh.

- Yeah, baby.

- [True] Yeah.

Oh, yeah. Oh.

Showtime.

(tense music)

(tense music)

Shit, baby. I know you got shit.

Give me that pussy. Mm.

(legs flapping)

Shit.

(tense music)

Damn, baby.

- I need to take a shower real quick.

- No, you don't. - I don't?

- Nah, 'cause you finna die

just like that bitch in the basement.

- Stop please. No, True, stop.

- This what happens to bitch who don't mind

they fucking business.

- Please no, True, stop.

(gun bangs)

(bullet case clinking)

* Yeah *

* Yeah *

* What's up, whoa, yeah *

* Hold up, hold up, yeah *

* Yeah, it's been a long time coming *

* They ain't cut from my cloth they tugging it *

* Putting up numbers 99 problems *

* And I done still I kept it 100 *

* Yeah, it's been a long time coming *

* They ain't cut from my cloth they tugging it *

* Putting up numbers 99 problems *

* And I done still I kept it 100 *

* Yeah, ooh, don't play, play, play, play *

* Ooh, don't play, play, play, play *

* Ooh, don't play, play, play, play *

* Ooh, don't play, play, play, play *

* Yeah, long time coming *

* It's black on the bottom of my feet from running *

* It's cataracts under my eyes from hustling *

* You went buying to selling to customers *

* Run up the business, God is my witness *

* Sun up to sundown from Monday to Sunday *

* We maxing our limits *

* My mind running like Tom Cruise in an action movie *

* I move on a mission *

* They say I'm trippin *

* I been told I need a vacation *

* I'm finessing the visit *

* 1st class my feet high up in air on business, yeah *

* Been traveling city to city *

* Ain't working this hard for nothing *

* She told me don't let up *

* It's on us making it it's on us to crush it *

* Now It's gone take something just to make something *

* So put that on yo budget *

* Can't keep for playin' yo dreams for cheap *

* When you ain't even budging *

* What you got you bugging *

* Make you a play don't be scared or reluctant *

* You made it from nothing *

* That fear have you clutching *

* When everything you want is front you *

* Ain't no discussion look *

* It's been a long time coming *

* They ain't cut my cloth they tugging it *

* Putting up numbers 99 problems *

* And I done still I keep it 100 *

* Yeah, it's been a long time coming *

* They ain't cut from my cloth they tugging it *

* Putting up numbers 99 problems *

* And I done still I kept it 100, yeah, ooh, don't play *

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