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(twinkling intro music)

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

- Please, I heard you down here earlier.

Please, help me.

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

- Wait. What?

Are you...

Where?

- I'm working out those details right now, okay?

But I need you

to get down there, see what condition he's in.

See what information you can get for us.

- You gotta fight your way outta this dog.

Come on.

You can't go out like this, man.

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 on all kinda money.

Shit, he probably not there anyway.

- My girl got kidnapped from the club.

I think this bitch had something to do with it.

- Did you have something to do with Brick gettin' shot?

(gun pops) (Malik grunts)

- Mrs. Robertson.

- I asked a question.

Is my husband dead?

- Let's somewhere private so we can talk.

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

- Yes he, is.

- Stop! Please!

No, True! Stop!

- This is what happens - Stop!

- when bitches don't mind they fuckin' business.

- Please! No!

True, stop!

(gun pops)

(electronic music)

* Radio *

* She said 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 *

* Won't slow down *

(intense music)

- Oh my God, you shot him.

- What the fuck was I supposed to do?

Let him shoot one of us?

- Girl, we was only supposed

to be hittin' a lick on this a lick

on this nigga, not fuckin' killing him!

- Girl, calm the fuck down and hold this.

(music continues)

- [Treasure] Wait, what the fuck are you doing?

- [Brittney] Making it look like some niggas robbed him.

(intense music continues)

Ha!

And securing our bag, as well.

Gimme that.

(music continues)

Come on, let's go.

Wait, what about the girl in

the basement?

- What about her?

- We can't just leave her down there.

Come on Brittney, let's just go.

- No!

I'm not bout to leave

that girl tied up in no basement.

Ain't no telling how long it'll

be before somebody find her.

Now, where is the basement?

Bruh, where's the fuckin' basement?

- It's the door in the kitchen.

- Damn!

- Shit!

(music continues)

Huh?

Where did she go?

- Damn, bitch, how much fuckin' weed did you smoke today?

- I know, I'm not trippin'.

It was a girl tied to that chair.

Look.

- Uh-uh, let's get the fuck up outta here.

Something ain't right.

This crazy as hell.

(siren wails in the distance)

- [Receptionist] It's been a long day.

- I'm here to see Brick Davis.

- [Receptionist] Um.

- Brick Davis is not allowed any visitors right now.

- Allowed?

- He in a hospital or jail?

- This is a hospital ma'am.

A hospital with rules.

And our rules state that any patient

that's admitted to this facility,

with a high safety risk, are not allowed visitors.

Unless they're his next of kin.

Now, are you his next of kin?

- Pretty much.

- Ma'am, "pretty much" and "is"

are two totally different things.

"Is" has rights, "pretty much," it doesn't.

Now, my advice to you is

to go see about a lawyer so you can

try to get power of attorney.

Until then, there's nothing we can do for you, ma'am.

- You know what, doc?

I think there is something

that you could do for me.

- And what's that?

- Kiss my ass.

- Jesus Christ.

I don't know who this Brick Davis is,

but he has more visitors than a damn prison inmate.

Damn.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Ooh, girl, I'm so happy

to see a familiar face in here.

These nurse's attitudes are terrible.

You know one of 'em had the nerve to catch a attitude

with me because I asked her

for extra cover 'cause I was cold.

It's the audacity for me.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Just a long day, that's all.

- Who you tellin'?

Try a long few days.

I lost my baby.

I had to get a blood transfusion.

Plus, all this crazy stuff going on with Terrence.

- Sounds like karma to me.

- What you say?

You know, you gotta speak up

with these loud ass monitors.

- It wasn't important.

- Ah.

Can you pass me that remote down there?

I'm trying to catch the news

to see if they say something about Terrence.

- You really risked your job

for a man to run off with his ex?

- What are you talking about?

- Stop with the games, Lashay.

I know you didn't test Terrance or Mike's DNA.

Another nurse from another department brought

the envelopes back unopened.

- I don't know what you talking about.

- Did you even think about your job

or what's gonna happen when

the hospital finds out?

You gonna lose your job and your nursing license.

- Look, I swear to God, I don't know what you talking about.

I-

- It's not me you gotta convince.

That's between you and God.

(monitor beeps)

(monitor beeps faster)

- [Keisha] All right, now, y'all.

Dinner almost done.

Y'all go get out of them uniforms

and wash y'all hands.

- Mommy?

- [Keisha] Yes, baby?

- Why do I have so many Daddies?

(Keisha clears throat)

- What?

- Other kids at school only have one.

- It's, it's because you special.

Okay?

- How many Daddies do I have?

- Okay. (laughs)

Enough with all the questions.

Please go get outta them uniforms

and get dressed like I asked y'all to, okay?

Make sure y'all wash y'all hands for dinner.

Thank you.

- Haw long you planning on lyin' to them kids?

Like, do you even know for sure

if Terrence is the father of your oldest child?

The paternity for my oldest child has never been

in question.

- Well, there fuckin' should have been, okay?

I don't believe a word

that come out your mouth and be fuckin'-

- And you don't have to!

- [Nikki] Girl.

- But your man?

He do.

Now, I made his favorite chicken for dinner.

You want some?

- Bitch.

You know what?

Okay.

(mysterious music)

- Hope this meeting is quick.

I still might be able to make it to the crib

for the second half of the game.

- Man, do either of y'all know what

this meeting about?

- Nope.

- Me either.

- Well, let's see.

Ha, look who decided to join us?

Starsky and Hutch.

Ay, but the ghetto versions.

- That's original.

- I see y'all got jokes.

- Ah.

Wood have time to have jokes sitting behind

a goddamn desk all day.

- You know, I forgot how fuckin' funny you are.

- Remember that shit next time.

- [Cop] For sure.

- Ay, why you looking so serious all the time?

- I'm at work so it looks like I'm working.

- Ay, you ain't got no man do you?

- Why is it the first thing

that a man thinks when a woman

is not batting her eyes

and giggling in his face,

that she's angry and bitter?

- 'Cause most of y'all are.

- Well, I'm not one of them.

I'm here to do a job not find

a work husband to have sneaky links with.

- Nah, what's saying that we can't do both?

- I don't shit where I eat.

- You acting like we ain't

in here doing that every damn day.

- (laughs) Yeah, we do.

- Now, you see that?

That's a beautiful smile you got.

You should really try that more often.

- Maybe I will.

- Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

I know it's late and uh, I'll try

to keep this as brief as possible.

Lynn, will you do me a favor and pass those folders out?

We just got word that Brick Davis has been shot.

He's over at Memorial Hospital

in critical condition right now.

And I don't think I need to explain

to you guys how bizarre this case has been getting,

more and more every day.

- I couldn't agree with you more, Cap.

- Mr. Prosecutor?

What's going on Levi?

- This is Agent Brooks, Agent Winters.

And now they've been assigned to help you all out

with this Brick Davis case.

- So what?

We look like, we need babysitters now?

- Right?

You better get 'em under control, Cap.

- Yeah, before somebody else does.

- It's cool, partner.

Well actually, young man, it does look

like y'all need a babysitter.

Seeing as though we had

to let a very important suspect go.

- Because y'all department fucked up our case.

- Okay, that's enough.

- [Captain] I can handle my guys.

Okay?

I can already tell this a union

that's not gonna work out for either one us.

- And fortunately for us, good thing

that decision is not yours to make.

So I suggest you figure out a way

to make this thing work.

I'll be in touch, Cap.

- Oh, um, one more thing.

We're gonna need everything

that you have on the Davis case

in our office tomorrow by 11:00 AM, sharp.

- Yeah.

And have him bring em'.

- It's bullshit.

- That bitch gon' be a problem.

- Shit, a big one.

(mysterious music)

- Brenda?

What the hell are you're doing here?

- I've been calling you for days.

You haven't returned any of my calls.

- So you just decided to come down to my job?

How the hell did you get in here?

- I didn't know what else to do.

(music continues)

- Do about what?

I mean, you're acting like we're in some sort

of a committed relationship where we need

to be talking to each other every day.

- Well after we happened the other night,

I thought we were at least headed in that direction.

- Look, Brenda.

I like you, okay?

And I like spending time with you.

But, I don't plan on getting

into any kinda long-term relationship anytime soon.

Okay?

I got things going on right here, at my job

that's gonna take all my time and all my attention.

All right?

So, no thank you.

See, none of the Black,

the white, hell, Mexican.

All y'all niggas are the fuckin' same.

Take what you want from a woman and,

and turn around and then act like we bothering y'all.

- Listen.

(officers speak indistinctly)

(music continues)

I guess you forgot, I'm the captain

of this damn police department.

- I don't give a fuck who you are.

You coming down in here

with all this reality TV drama and this attitude?

This is unacceptable, all right?

Don't let it happen again.

Please seek your way out.

- I know this nigga ain't just walk off on me?

(phone chimes) (Brenda scoffs)

- What, Keisha?

- Uh-uh, I know that look.

What's up?

- I don't know.

Something about this case

is just not sitting right with me.

- Okay, like what?

- I don't know, but something just feels off.

- Could it be the fact

that this is the first time

that we're working this case outside

of our jurisdiction?

- Yeah, jurisdiction or not, letting go

a suspect who openly admitted to murder

for a misplaced statement will never sit right with me.

- Nah, it don't sit right with me either.

I mean, that's why we just gon' keep digging

and digging until we find out what's going on.

Aight?

- All right.

- Aight. - All right.

Oh!

Okay.

Oh, somebody gonna be upset

when they realize this is missing.

- Is there a number on there?

- I mean, no, but I'm pretty sure

the receptionist can look up that address.

- I'm literally about to head this way.

I can just drop it off to her.

- This late?

- It's not even late.

- Okay, yeah.

Make sure that's the only thing

that you dropping off.

- Wow.

Am I hintin' jealousy or something?

- If you hear hints of anything, it's,

"We don't have time for distractions.

We got shit to do." - All right. Okay.

- I'm gonna drop it off

and then I'll call you later, we can go over notes.

- All right.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Aight.

(mysterious music) (phone keys click)

(birds chirp)

- Uh, Miss Scott?

- Yes?

- Hi, um, I'm Agent Brooks.

- Can I help you?

- Yes.

I believe you've left this down at

the police station, figured you might want it.

- You know, I just realized I dropped this.

I was actually on my way back

to the car to retrace my steps.

- Yeah, well, I was in the neighborhood

so I figured I'd just drop it off to you.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

You, uh, you have a good day.

- You too.

Brooks?

You know what they say,

"In order to get over one man, may have

to get up under another."

(birds chirp)

- How long is she gon' be here, Boom?

(TV chatters indistinctly)

- Look, I already told you, baby.

She gon' be gone soon, okay?

- How soon?

I mean, my child?

Your child?

Her other damn child.

It's starting to feel like a fuckin' daycare in here.

- I know, baby.

I promise, just a couple more weeks

and she'll be outta here.

- A couple? A couple?

Uh- uh, no.

You know what?

After that, that's it.

You gon' have to make a decision it's either me or her.

- Okay.

I love you, baby.

- I promise. All right?

Once Brick get out the hospital and everything go back

to normal, me and you, we gon' take us a long trip.

Just us, all right?

- Mm, mkay.

- Well I'ma let you pick it, okay?

Since that's gon' be the next time you get some from me.

(Boom chuckles)

- [TV Actor] Y'all see I got company?

Now y'all can get the fuck out.

- Mm.

- [TV Actor] And what the fuck you coming up in here for?

- [TV Actor 2] What's going on?

- [TV Actor] Nothin'!

(Boom sighs)

- Fuck am I doin'?

(traffic drones in the distance)

- Your 4:30 appointment has arrived.

- All right, just give me about two minutes.

I'm finishing up this brief

and I'll get to it.

- Okay.

And if you need me, I'll be in

the back getting your files ready for tomorrow.

- All right.

- [Assistant] Okay.

(phone rings)

(wall taps)

- May I come in?

- Mm-mm.

I am assuming that's a yes.

- I'm sorry, I apologize.

Have a seat.

And how may I help you, Miss?

- Hudson, Breeze Hudson.

- Nice to meet you.

How may I help you?

- Um, I'm here because one

of my friends has been shot and is in the hospital.

And I would really like

to get power of attorney over him.

- Well, unfortunately, I don't handle power

of attorneys anymore, but I do have a friend.

- Um, I don't want your co-worker.

I want you.

- Good afternoon.

How may I help you?

- I'm here to see Mr. Spencer.

- I heard you're a man

that knows how

to get exactly what he wants.

- He's with a client at the moment.

Do you have an appointment?

Now, that was a stupid ass question.

Would I be here if I didn't?

- So, what will it, exactly,

take for you to take my case?

(mysterious music)

- It all depends.

What you willing to offer?

- Whatever you want, baby.

* I wanna flow with you over holy water *

* I wanna crawl into all your secret corners *

* I wanna brace myself we go heavy harder *

* We go heavy harder *

* Heavy *

(phone pings)

(phone keys click)

(phone rings)

- Yes?

All right, give me about two minutes.

I'm just uh, finishing up my client right now.

All right, thank you.

Okay.

All right, so, can you e-mail me your friend's name,

and any important information that can help me out?

- No problem.

- [Mr. Spencer] Oh, Miss Hudson?

- Yes?

- I'm gonna assume

that you don't have necessary paperwork

to get this thing done, right?

- Is that gonna be a problem?

- Not at all.

But consider what we

just did as a down payment.

It's not gonna cover your costs, by far.

- Baby, money is never an issue.

Just let me know where to send the check.

- By the way, what's your friend's name anyway?

Let me take a look and see if I can figure it out.

- It's Davis.

Brick Davis.

(dramatic music)

(phone chimes)

(high heels tap)

(phone pings)

(music continues)

- You have a Ms. Yaya Roberts here.

- Okay, you can send her on back.

- Okay.

(dramatic piano music)

- [Voicemail Voice] Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

(phone beeps)

- Jade.

Call me back.

I know we not on this bullshit again.

Bitch, if you don't call me back,

I promise you I'm pulling up to your house.

And you better never forget who the big sister is.

Fuck, Jade.

Where the fuck you at?

(engine roars)

- Why the shocked look?

You didn't forget about our appointment, did you?

- How could I?

You know you one of my favorite clients.

I just received some pretty shocking news.

- Mm.

Well, after the news I have for you,

you gon' be even more shocked.

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

- Jovan is dead.

- What happened?

- I don't know.

They sayin' it happened

in this garage where he was staying.

So, whatever.

- [Mr. Spencer] You sound like you don't give a damn.

(Yaya sighs)

- Honestly?

I don't.

(music continues)

- You cold motherfucker.

- Well, so is life.

Speaking of life.

You ain't never gonna guess who I saw

at the hospital about to lose theirs.

Brick Davis.

And you know what that means.

(intense music)

Nigga!

I get to give back everything

that bastard took from me and more.

Chop, chop, nigga.

You got work to do.

(music continues)

(siren wails in the distance)

(police radio chatters)

- Stop!

Please, no!

True, stop!

- [Officer Marcus] Find anything?

- [Investigator] Not at all.

- [Treasure] Stop!

- This what happens - Stop!

when bitches don't mind they fuckin' business.

- Please!

- [Officer Marcus] All right, I'll give it

a second set of eyes.

- Get the fuck off of her!

- [True] (moans) Shit.

- Ay, you good?

- [Treasure] Yeah.

- Told your ass you should have left

that goddamn phone.

- Come on.

Let's just get the fuck outta here.

(dramatic music)

(sirens wail)

(radio chatters indistinctly)

- Hm.

(radio continues chattering)

(evidence bag crinkles)

(dramatic music)

(engine hums)

(car door clicks shut)

(high heels tap)

- (sucks teeth) Jade! (glass taps)

Where is she?

Jade! (glass taps)

Jade! (glass taps)

Bitch, I...

(glass taps)

Jade! (sighs)

(high heels tap)

(mysterious music)

(monitor beeps slowly) (Boom prays indistinctly)

- And when I'm hearing how 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.

(monitor beeps) (dramatic music)

- Brick?

(monitor beeps) (dramatic music)

- It's like you obsessed with this nigga, or something.

What more do you want?

- Everything.

(monitor beeps) (dramatic music)

- You sure you good on fuckin' with Ice and them right now?

(monitor beeps)

(dramatic music)

- Don't tell me this nigga Brick your cousin, dog.

- Yeah, why?

You know him?

- (sighs) Man, this nigga hard as fuck, dog.

If you fuck with this nigga we definitely gonna get

into some shit.

(monitor beeps)

(dramatic music)

- I mean, you tell me.

How long should it take me

to get over my sister marrying my child's father?

(dramatic music)

- Is this Brick?

- Yeah, that's him.

I'm sure you gonna meet him real soon.

- I'm sure I will.

(music fades)

(soft blues music) (Winters moans softly)

- Oh!

Mm!

(winters moans)

(dramatic music)

Mm!

- You like that, huh?

- Mm-hm. (pants)

- Hold on, hold on.

- What? What's wrong?

- Hey, I know our shit the low,

but you need to watch how the fuck you talk to me.

- (sighs) Mm-hm, I hear you.

- Ay, ay, ay, ay.

I'm serious.

- Okay, I, I got you.

(Winters moans)

* When I'm with you my love *

(Winters whimpers)

* Mm, yeah *

* Ah, ah *

* Ah, ah, *

* Ah *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* Ah, ah *

* Ah, ah *

* Ah *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* When I'm with you my love *

* We are are all there is *

* When I'm with you my love *

* Nothin' compares to this, uh *

* When I'm with you my love *

* We are all there is *

* When I'm with you my love *

* Nothing compares, nothing compares to this *

* Mm, yeah *

* Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm *

* Ooh, my love *

* Hey *

* Ooh, ooh *

* Whoo, ooh, ooh *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* Ooh, ooh *

* Ooh, ooh, my love *

* Ah, ah, ah *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* Ooh, ooh *

* Ooh, ooh, my love *

* Ah, ah *

* Ah *

* Hey *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, my love *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, my love *

* Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm *

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