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(mysterious music)

- [Narrator] Previously on the Dirty D.

- Girl, we was only supposed to be

hitting a lick on this nigga,

not fucking killing him.

- Stop with the games, Lashay.

(ominous music)

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

Another nurse from another department

brought the envelopes back...

Unopened.

- What would it exactly take for you to take my case?

(suspenseful music)

- It all depends.

What you willing to offer?

- This is Agent Brooks, Agent Winters.

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

with this Brick Davis case.

- I know I'm not tripping.

It was a girl tied to that chair.

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

Something ain't right.

This shit crazy as hell.

- You ain't never gonna guess who I saw at the hospital

about to lose theirs.

(suspenseful hip-hop music)

Brick Davis.

And you know what that means?

Nigga, I get to get back everything

that bastard took from me and more.

Chop chop, nigga, we got work to do.

(tense music)

(chilled hip-hop music)

* Ready-o *

* She says she wanna go to Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

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

* Living in a 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 line, can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown, city of the blues *

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

* I need a Diana who gonna put us into tunes *

* So I head upside when I need to bust some moves *

* Yeah, baby, I'm goin' to Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

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

* Living in a 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 *

(door squeaking) (tense music)

(door shutting)

(tense music)

- He ain't talking.

- [Captive] Man, what the fuck is this shit about?

- I'm looking for my girl.

- And nigga?

What the fuck that got to do with me?

(tense music)

Man, I ain't got shit to say to your ass.

I don't know shit about that ho.

- Bear.

(gun smacking)

Was she a ho when you was trying

to fuck her in the club, bitch-ass nigga.

(ominous music)

(no audible dialogue)

. Yeah, she was.

That's why I was trying to fuck her in the club, nigga.

(tense music)

- Funny guy.

(gun firing) (blood splattering)

(tense music)

- Now what?

- We keep looking.

Man, put the call in to get rid of this nigga.

(phone ringing)

(door clunking)

(Brooks clears throat)

(Brooks chuckles)

- Is there a problem, officers?

- It's only if you trying to make it a problem.

- Mm, it bothers you that we here.

- Nah, it don't bother us that y'all here.

It bothers us that y'all in here

trying to act like we don't know how to do our damn job.

(both laugh)

- Yeah, you trying to convince us or yourself?

- Hey!

- [Young] Get the fuck out of here.

- Look, everybody in here

is trying to accomplish the same goal.

(tense music)

The only way we gonna make that happen is working together.

(door clunking)

- [Captain] I couldn't agree with you more, Officer.

I think we all know why we're here

so let's get right down to business.

(door clunking)

- [Detective] Sorry about that.

I had a little situation to take care of.

- Make sure it doesn't happen again.

(tense music)

- Wow.

(tense music)

- Wow is right.

Let's start with Tiffany Davis.

Mrs. Davis was reported missing

from the Dirty D Club that her and her husband owned.

Only for her murdered body to be discovered

just a few days later inside of an abandoned warehouse.

(tense music)

Paris Price was found

with multiple gunshot wounds to the back

in the spa that was owned by Mrs. Davis.

- Go ahead then, shoot me, bitch.

(gun firing)

- Let's talk about Malik Richardson.

Malik here, best friends with Brick Davis.

- So how long you been fucking my wife, dog.

- He was found with multiple gunshot wounds

and left for dead in the bar

that he just recently purchased.

(gun firing)

And he had succumbed to his wounds

- Hello? - [Captain] Just a few days

later over Memorial Hospital. - My husband's been shot.

- So you mean to tell me all these cases

that we don't have any motives or any suspects?

- Unfortunately, but none as of yet.

(tense music)

Let's talk about Officer Terrance Washington.

(Terrance choking)

He'd just been identified as the person responsible

for trying to take the life (gun firing)

of Officer Marcus Thompson,

who was also apparently on the run with his ex,

his girlfriend, his fiance. - Do you love me?

- Of course I do. - [Captain] Ms. Kyra Johnson.

- Then marry me.

- [Captain] Who, quite ironically, was just recently

in a relationship with another one of our officers.

- What?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on.

Cap, no, that's not right.

Like, this officer should be taking off the case.

I mean, that's a pure conflict of interest.

- Well, as a matter of fact, Agent,

the chief and I had a conversation about this

and due to the fact that Ms. Johnson

was merely a person of interest and not a suspect,

although not advisable, still not a conflict.

(tense music) (Winters scoffs)

- This is unbelievable.

- [Captain] Let's talk about Mr. Jevon Roberts

who was just recently found shot to death

in a garage. (gun firing)

Jevon here, he was the husband of one Mrs. Yaya Roberts

who just so happens to be the sister of Ms. Tiffany Davis.

- That's one messed up puzzle.

- Right, and to the last piece in that puzzle.

Mr. Brick Davis, who as all of you been made aware

was just recently shot,

is in critical condition over at Memorial Hospital.

What can you guys tell me that all of this has in common?

(tense music)

- Brick motherfucking Davis.

(ominous music)

- I agree that, yeah, we gotta start from the beginning.

We can go back to the Tiffany Davis case.

- [Jimmy] Okay.

- This shit is awful.

- This is some stupid-ass...

- You good?

- Oh yeah, I'm good.

I'm just gonna talk

to one of the police officers real quick.

- Aight, you want me to stay?

- Nah, I'll catch up with you.

(ominous music)

- Aight.

- Officer Young, you got a moment?

- Yeah.

Bro, I'll catch you over there in a minute.

- Officer, yo.

- What's up?

- You fucking that bitch?

- What bitch?

- You know exactly what bitch I'm talking about.

And if you think you about to play in my face,

you got shit fucked up.

- So we making threats now?

- I don't do threats.

I do promises, love.

- Don't forget you ain't the only one

that can make threats, mami.

Don't forget about that shit you hiding.

But Imma see you later.

(tense music)

- Yo, what the fuck was that about?

- Man, same old bullshit about nothing.

- Right, nigga.

Don't be playing with fire, you always gonna get burned.

- [Young] We gonna see.

(footsteps clomping)

- I'm gonna go ahead and get you a blanket, baby.

- Alright.

(footsteps receding)

- How you feeling?

- Mentally and physically exhausted.

- I mean, that is to be expected.

You've been through a lot these last few days.

- Look, I need to talk to you about something.

But first, can you tell me

if you heard anything about Terrance?

- [Ma] I know your ass is not sitting over there

asking about a sorry-ass nigga

who didn't even answer your calls

when you were in the hospital.

Mind you, losing his baby. (scoffs)

- (sighs) Look, did it ever occur to you

that something might really be wrong?

Like he might be in trouble?

- You know what?

I'm gonna go ahead and change my clothes

and I'm gonna start dinner.

Before I say something

that's really gonna hurt your feelings.

(footsteps receding)

- Shit, I mean she is right, Shea.

I think it's time for you to let go

of this whole happily ever after fairy tale.

Especially with him.

- Why do you hate him so much?

- I don't hate that man.

I just know you can do better.

Let me get outta here, get back to this office.

What you say you had to talk to me about?

- Nothing.

It can wait.

I'm tired, I just wanna get some rest.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Alright.

Well, I'll call and check on you later, alright?

Love you.

- Love you too.

- [Levi] Bye, Ma.

(footsteps receding)

(ominous music)

(file rustling)

(distant phone ringing)

- Hey, you mind coming into my office for a second?

I need to ask you something really quick.

Okay.

(handset clunking)

- Here goes the files you asked for.

- [Levi] Thank you.

Um, by chance, do you know if Chief sent over

any new details about Brick Davis or his case?

- No, not that I know of.

But I can call his secretary and check for you.

- No, that's fine.

Don't worry about it, I'll give him a call.

Thank you.

- Okay, well I ordered your lunch already,

so it should be here soon.

- You are the absolute best, you know that?

- I try.

Well, I'm about to head out to lunch,

so I'll be back in a little while.

- [Levi] Hey, take your time, there's no rush.

And again, I appreciate you for coming in early today

and rearranging everything around here

while I was out taking care of that family business.

- It's not a problem.

That's what I'm here for.

See you.

- [Levi] See you.

Stay focused, Levi.

(Levi chuckles)

Mm.

(cartoon characters laughing)

(ominous music)

- Boom?

Hey, either this bitch leave or I do.

You think I'm about to sit up in my own fucking house

and be disrespected?

(ominous music)

- Don't you mean my house?

- Oh, so it's your house now?

- Don't forget how you got here

in the first motherfucking place, Nikki.

You was running and hiding from the motherfucking police.

- So you really gonna bring that up to justify

why I should be okay with Keisha being here?

- [Boom] I'm not about to keep arguing

about the same childish temper tantrums and shit.

You keep bringing up the same stupid shit.

- So my feelings don't matter, huh?

You said she was only gonna be here for a couple of days.

She getting mighty comfortable around this bitch

with two kids.

- My kids!

- One of them.

- And I'm not finna throw either one of them

out on the street.

Especially mine.

(Nikki scoffs)

- If he even yours.

Y'all niggas so fucking stupid.

You believe any fucking thing,

- Bitch.

I'm about to go

before I say some shit I can't take back.

- Well, where the fuck you going?

'Cause I'm not done talking to you.

- Did you forget my motherfucking best friend

is in the hospital shot up,

fighting for his fucking life?

And you keep talking about this stupid shit.

(Nikki scoffs)

- That sound like a personal problem to me.

I don't care.

(tense music)

- Alright, Nikki, I'm finna go.

If you don't like the way you being treated,

you can leave too.

I'm outta here.

(ominous music)

- Bye, baby daddy.

(door clunking)

- [Sister] Hey sis.

- Hey.

What you doing here?

- Damn, I can't take my little sister for lunch?

- You sure can.

Sh, I need a break anyways.

These patients driving me crazy as hell.

- Oh, why you working over here anyway?

I was confused when one of the nurses at the clinic

told me I could find you over here.

They were short staffed.

I mean, the pay is good and all,

but I'd rather make less money

and deal with blood and urine samples all day

than these cranky-ass motherfuckers.

- (chuckles) You a good one

'cause I couldn't do none of it, okay.

- [Lashay] Period.

- Alright, well I'm gonna wait for you outside.

- Okay, just let me finish this chart right quick.

- Okay.

Hurry up.

- Okay.

(footsteps approaching)

- Hey, what's going on?

Secretary asked me to come down here ASAP for you.

- Well, I received a call informing me

that it was some important meeting that I needed to attend.

So I called you because I figured my lawyer should be here.

- I'm pretty sure it's just a formality,

given the fact that the club has changed hands

so many times since Tiffany passed away.

And with Brick being in the hospital,

surely it's to make sure the club's back in your hands.

- Well, it better be mine.

- Chill.

With a few favors, I got everything taken care of for you.

We're good, alright?

- Okay.

(ominous music)

(footsteps approaching)

- What the fuck is going on in here?

- Hey, you must be Breeze.

- And you are?

- I'm Shanice Dawson.

I'm the financial planner

for Brick Davis's business and financial affairs.

If you would have a seat,

I'll explain why I've called you all here today.

Thank you.

(ominous music)

- Hell, that's the bitch that was at the courthouse.

Why the fuck's she always popping up

when it got something to do with Brick?

(Shanice clears throat)

- I've called you all here because you're either listed

as a family member, a business associate,

or recently had rights to the club.

- But my question is what category does she fall under?

'Cause I'd be damned if I let

another one of Brick's side-bitches eat off the money

that belongs to my sister.

- (scoffs) Eat?

- Eat off your sister?

- That's what I said.

- [Breeze] Babe, I've been feeding your sister for years.

Stop playing with me.

- [Shanice] Okay, ladies, please.

I'm sure everyone is aware

of the severe medical condition Mr. Davis is in,

and with no idea as to how long he'll be in this condition,

it's time we discuss important business decisions

regarding the fate of the club.

(ominous music)

- Well, I'm not sure if you are aware,

Mr. Davis already has a power attorney on file,

which is Miss Yaya Roberts.

- I see.

- And on that note. (chuckles)

Thank you all for coming,

um, but I don't see a point in having this meeting.

I mean, don't you have somewhere to be?

- [Shanice] Uh, unfortunately, this power of attorney

isn't even legit.

And even if it was,

Mr. Davis has a durable power of attorney on file

appointing a representative to handle

all of his business, financial, legal, and medical matters,

including the individual who has the legal rights

to operate the club.

(ominous music)

- No, that's not right.

Mr. Davis had a power of attorney on file,

which was, er, what's his name?

Malik Robinson, who is now deceased,

which makes that null and void.

- Uh, that is true.

That particular power of attorney is null and void.

But this one, that he signed,

listing Jamar Khalil Richardson is not.

- Wh-who's Jamar?

- [Boom] I believe that would be me.

(ominous music)

Respectfully, get the fuck out.

(dramatic music)

- I don't know why I keep fucking with your ass.

Slimy-ass nigga.

(footsteps receding)

- Nigga, please.

(ominous music)

- And here are your legal documents.

Mr. Davis told me to make sure you had these

just in case anything ever happened to him.

(ominous music)

- Thank you.

- No problem.

Hopefully Brick is home soon

and you won't need those for too much longer.

And in the meantime,

there's my card if you ever need to reach me.

- Alright.

Thank you again. - You're welcome.

(suspenseful music)

Put the word out, Cash.

The motherfucking Dirty D is back open.

- I got you.

(suspenseful music)

(distant sirens sounding)

(keys jangling)

(door clunking)

- Hey,

- What's happening.

Fellas, what's up?

- Hi. - Hey daddy.

- [Boom] Hey, what's happening, little man?

You all right?

Where Nikki at?

- I don't know.

She left a little while ago.

(tense music)

- She say where she was going?

- No, but she did have her bags packed.

- Shit.

(tense music)

- What happened?

What's going on?

- Hey, look.

Get my phone and call Ice.

Tell him I just been arrested.

Damn.

(suspenseful music)

(mellow piano music plays)

- Everything okay?

You seem a little distant.

- Oh no, I'm good.

I'm good.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

We need to be enjoying each other's company,

not talking about my problems.

(Marcus laughs)

- Well, that's what a real man does.

We listen to a woman's problems

and then we figure out how to make 'em go away.

So talk to me.

- Okay. (clears throat)

Well, um, for starters,

I am currently in the middle of a legal battle

over my deceased sister's assets.

- So you two were the only siblings?

- (sighs) That's where it gets worse.

We have an estranged sister...

- [Marcus] Okay.

- Whose son belongs to my deceased sister's husband.

(Marcus laughs)

- Damn.

Wait, that sound like some messy-ass jurisdiction shit.

(Marcus continues laughing).

- Okay, are you laughing at my family problems?

- No, no, no, I-I was just trying to lighten the mood.

I'm sorry.

Well, if, if it means anything I, I think family

is one of the most important things we can have.

And I'm pretty sure that whatever you and your sister

are dealing with is not serious enough

for y'all to be estranged.

- You are absolutely right, but it's not me, it's her.

- Okay, well, maybe you need to put forth

a little more effort.

I mean, it is only you two.

(phone buzzes)

Uh, let me take this.

Can I, gimme a second?

- Oh yeah, go ahead, sure, sure.

- Officer Marcus.

Man, I'm in the middle of something important right now.

Can it wait?

(mellow jazz music plays)

Okay.

Alright, I'll be there in 30 minutes.

Alright.

(Mellow jazz continues)

I'm sorry but I gotta handle an emergency

with the departments.

So I gotta go.

- Oh no, it's okay.

- [Levi] Okay. - I understand.

Hey, thank you for being a listening ear.

- Well, I hope I can become more than that in the future.

I'll call you later.

- Yeah, I'll be looking forward to it.

- Okay.

(ominous music)

(sinister music)

(buttons clicking)

- Ice, I'm locked up.

No, I need you to get me outta here ASAP.

No, now! (sighs)

(handset clunking)

(distant dog barking)

(door clunking)

(door slamming)

- This better be good.

- Oh, it is.

You owe me a favor.

I think it's time I cashed in on it.

(distant dog barking) (tense music)

(distant horn honking)

- [Cash] I ain't gonna lie, bro.

You got some bad bitches working in here.

But you do know what they say about them bad bitches?

- What's that?

- They trouble.

(both chuckle)

- So that must mean your ass is trouble too, right?

- A straight demon.

(both chuckle)

So what's up?

I know you ain't bring me from Philly

to admire these bitches.

- Nah, remember that one shit me and Brick was on?

- That liquid shit?

- Mm-hm.

- You back on that?

- Never was off of it.

And we about to take that shit to the next level. Alright?

Make a whole lot of paper.

- Well, shit, you know I'm about getting money.

Why you think they call me Cash?

- That's what the fuck I'm talking about.

Come on, let's go handle this business.

- Bet.

- Ladies, line up.

(ominous music)

Okay.

Nice offense.

Alright, ladies.

I will be selecting the new head bottle girl

after a trial period.

You have to prove yourself worthy of being that bitch.

- Come, this is some bullshit.

(ominous music)

- If you have a problem with my decision, feel free to go.

Any one of you ladies is afraid to go to jail...

- [Cash] Feel free to go.

(footsteps receding)

- And if anyone standing here

is not willing to do any and everything it takes

to make our customers happy,

- [Cash] Feel free to go.

(ominous music)

- Alright then.

Now that we got that out the way

let's get down to business.

(ominous music)

- [Cash] I hope these bitches not about to be a problem.

- It's Detroit, my baby.

There's always a fucking problem.

(smooth hip-hop music)

(singer raps in Spanish)

(smooth hip-hop continues)

(singer raps in Spanish)

(smooth hip-hop continues)

(somber piano music)

(tense music)

- That shit at the bar was real fucking cute.

- You already know what that is.

- Come show me.

* Leather covered dash *

(slow sexy hip-hop music)

* Pull up, make a splash *

* Mm-Mm *

* Things done change for most of us *

* You still seem the same though *

* We have friends who close to us *

* They far out the frame now *

* Feelings set in both of us *

* But those many days ago *

* I let go of most of it *

* Awkward conversations now *

* I'm not with the small talk *

* Can't be with the small talk *

(door clunking)

(slow, sexy hip-hop music)

(keys jangling)

(music stops)

- This smell good.

Alright, you spit.

(ominous music)

Hey, what's up?

(door clunking)

Appreciate the food.

- You welcome.

- Arrangement might work after all, huh?

- Listen, I wouldn't get too happy, okay?

'cause I'm only here until I get the money

from me for the old place

- Ain't no rush, man.

Hey, can you go get me some silverware?

(ominous music)

(water babbling)

(ominous music)

- What we looking at, Jimmy?

- It is an African American female.

Appears to me she's in her late twenties, early thirties.

It's kind of hard to say at this time.

- Why is that?

- Well, Cap, the, the body's been in the water

for the past few days.

- Alright.

Get it down to the ME.

Alright, get me a full dental and DNA.

You don't find her on our database,

make sure you check the national records.

- You got it, Cap.

- [Captain] People are finding their long lost uncles

and cousins on that damn thing.

Maybe they can help us find her.

- Right.

Another piece to the puzzle, huh?

- Start putting that damn puzzle together.

- Yeah.

- Hey,

(tense music)

Alright, let's go.

(tense music)

(urgent news theme plays)

- [Newscaster] Breaking news right now.

- This is April Lewis reporting live from downriver

where an African American female body

has just been pulled from the water.

No additional information at the time.

Please stay tuned to Local Six for updated information.

Back to you, Drew.

(tense music)

* Hey, baby, tell me all your visions *

* Of how you living *

* Yeah, I kind of feel betrayed *

* This feel like treason *

* You ain't ruled for the homes *

* You miss my seasons *

* Spitting out the blue now *

* While I been grinning *

* Oh, you can stand now *

* I stand now *

* I got all these people on me *

* I'm the man now *

* Like, why you hit that *

* Hey, girl, I'm mad now *

* So Imma need some other reasons for the takeback *

* Ah ah ah *

* You gonna need some other friends *

* Frustrations *

* You gonna need some other motherfucking *

* Patience, friend *

* Patience, friend *

* Patience *

* Ah *

* Pull up to your crib *

* It's like a honey or two *

* Well, baby, when you broke the news to me *

* You felt a little too *

* Spend the summer with you, baby *

* But you wanna keep it cool *

* Hey girl, you freezing *

* And what's the reasons *

* I had high hopes for us *

* But you made us succumb *

* And now it's time for walking *

* But you pushed me to running *

* Now I slipped off, pissed off *

* What are you scheming *

* Like what you turned me into *

* You ain't feel like you did it to *

* And baby, tell me all your visions *

* Of how you living *

* Yeah, I kinda feel betrayed *

* This feel like treason *

* You ain't ruled for the homes *

* You missed my seasons *

* Spitting out the blue now *

* While I been grinning *

* Oh, you can stand now *

* I stand now *

* I've got all these people on me *

* I'm a man now *

* Like, why you hit that *

* Hey, girl, I'm mad now *

* So Imma need some other reasons for the takeback *

* Oh oh oh *

* You gonna need some other reasons *

* Reasons *

* You gonna need some other motherfucking reasons *

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